02x02 - The Keys of the Kingdom

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Simonete.

My mentor,
my brother, my father.

And sometimes even
my babysitter.

There's a secular institute,
The Brotherhood.

One of its founders,

Joaquín Bustamante
will welcome you.

I'm his confessor.

We don't like to draw attention.

We'll be discrete, Joaquín.

The big-shot mayoress.

Pilar, that's not
how our father raised you.

Don't bring our father
into this.

You and the frustrated
priests you live with

made his life difficult enough.

Nearly twenty years ago,

a girl from the village
was abducted.

I put the baby in her cot...

and we went to bed.

And the next day
when we woke up, she was gone.

We never saw her again.

The nun who has visions,

told us the exact address

for where to find the girl
who had been abducted.

And you came...

Because of what happened
with your visions,

which amazed us all.

Where are you going?

No!

It's Joaquín.

Wait, what the hell
are you doing?

No! No!

No!

Please! Don't!

Stop, stop!

No!

Quickly!

I'm going as fast as I can...

I'm out of breath.

All right...

Wait. To the count of three.

One...

Two...

Three!

On one...

Two...

Three!

THE ENVOYS

It's Joaquín.

Help me get him down, Pedro.

No, don't touch anything.
Don't touch anything.

-I have to cut him down.
-It's evidence.

Don't touch anything.

What's the emergency
number here?





-Christ.
-112...

No, 062, call 062.

That's the number
for Civil Guard.

Zero, sixty-two.

Whoever did this isn't human.

Oh, my God...

-I'm going to cut him down!
-No, no, no! Leave it alone!

Are you crazy? This is evidence!

It's evidence of this village's
monstrousness, dammit.

The body's still warm, Simón.

-I'm not surprised.
-He's still warm.

He can't have been here
long. An hour or two...

No! Don't touch anything,
dammit!

I don't believe it!

We'll get the blame, you'll see.

Watch them blame us!

We're fine, we have an alibi

because we were singing
and partying in that bar.

And you didn't
want to drink. See?

It's always better
to have a drink.

Hello? Sister? What?

You found what?

Hold on, listen.

It's not a competition,

but I think what we found
is way more important.

Sister, come to the old church.

Good God.

She doesn't know where it is.

-She doesn't know where it is.
-Send her a pin.

-What do you mean?
-Send her a pin.

The bar, do you know
where the bar is?

Right, so...

Sister, we'll send you
a pin right now, okay?

See you in a bit.

Will she know what a pin is?

Yes, she may be a nun,
but she's also a millennial.

Lord, who did this?

-Good Lord.
-My God.

Good God.

Who would do such a thing,
good Lord.

-God.
-Hello?

Yes, could you put me through
to the Civil Guard, please?

Thank you.

It's just, I don't see how...

You said
that you felt a feeling.

Yes, Officer.

Yes, generally
that's how feelings work.

You feel them.

No, well, it was actually

a lot more straightforward
than that.

We're a couple of priests.

We saw the church,
it's old and...

Well, it's our passion...

Mateo!

Tell me it isn't true,
tell me it isn't true.

Nothing ever happens
in this village

and today of all days we...

Wait, Pilar, please...

I didn't want you
to see him like this.

Why didn't you tell me
it was him?

How could I tell you
that over the phone?

I'm so sorry, Pilar.

What are you doing?
This isn't a wedding.

Well, Pilar,
they're doing their job.

Mateo, this can't get out.

Not today.

How can I hush up a death?

Don't hush up his death.

Hush up...

God, this...

If the press finds out,

it'll be
on the front pages tomorrow

and we need the party
to be the main event.

Are you really
in the mood for a party?

No.

I'm not in the mood
for a party.

Well then?

The investors and tourists
will be here tomorrow

and the whole village
is counting on this.

Do you understand?

I'm not in the mood for a party,
but this is work.

And you don't bail on work
because of personal problems.

The party is going ahead.

And I'm asking for discretion.

-Discretion?
-Yes, discretion.

Or silence?

Call it what you like.

How do you expect me
to stop all this?

Please, I beg you.

Think of the village.
Think of the people...

Look, I'll do what I can.

But I can't promise anything.

You have to promise.

This can't get out,
please, Mateo.

The party is what matters
tomorrow.

I'm begging you, please.

Fathers.

-Yes, Emilia.
-Sorry, she's with us.

-Please.
-Okay.

-What's going on?
-You have to see this.

-Why did you leave the convent?
-Wait, wait.

What did you find?

What's wrong?

-What's that?
-Jesus.

Where did you get that?

From the convent's
garden nursery.

-From the convent?
-Yes, yes.

-When?
-Last week.

You only arrived today.

It must have been today then!

-When else?
-Okay, exactly when?

I don't know. An hour ago.

I saw a light in the garden.

Someone was hiding it,
but I didn't see who.

-An hour ago?
-What are you saying?

That three little blind nuns,

not myopic or cross-eyed,
nor one-eyed,

actually completely blind nuns

crucified a man head down?

-Crucified...
-No, this is too much.

This is something else.

We have to hand this
over to the authorities

and let them take care of this.

I promised Monsignor
Cañola I'd help.

So you stay here then

because this is an other thing,
Simón.

I'm talking to you.
This is a whole other level.

Our job is to verify miracles.

Our job is to find
evidence of divine works

and this has nothing
divine about it.

Leave the devil's work
to the devil,

and God's work to God.

-Yes.
-Jeez.

Do you have a better idea?

-No, no, no. Va bene.
-Right.

Wait, Pedro.

Officer! Can I have a moment?

Pedro.

-What happened?
-Hey! Hey, don't move!

You can't leave yet!

Why? There's nothing else
for us to do here, Officer.

You found the body,
you have to wait fot the judge.

What judge?

What are you talking about?
I have to go!

Pedro, please.

I'm sorry, Sergeant,
we're all very upset right now.

-I'm not upset, Simón!
-And those...

I want to leave now, please!

You might not be upset,
but I am.

And I'm going to need
a few minutes

for my heart
rate to slow down, okay?

We'll stay here, Sergeant,
and wait for the judge.

Don't worry.

Are you all right?

What's wrong?

This is the house
of the devil, Simón.

At some time or another,
we've all thought...

"Be careful.

"Don't go that way,
down that path,

'cause it doesn't lead
anywhere good."

So you take another path.

One that has more love,
more beauty.

Or is more peaceful, at least.

Civil Guard?

And so then...

you think that you've
averted a disaster.

My name is Franca Olivares.

I'm calling to report a crime.

But then one night,

they knock on your door.

Yes, Sister Franca. Yes.

And when you open it,

destiny stands before you.

It was following
the same path as you.

There's been a crime
in the old church.

And what happened, is that...

And then you finally realize...

that the path didn't matter.

And that destiny
will always find you.

You've already found it.

Don't you worry, honey.

God always smiles down on us.

I'm calling to report
the guilty parties.

My sisters, Corina
and Anabel and me.

The three of us.

The three of us k*lled him.

Everything will be fine.

Yes, sir,
we were the ones who did it.

And we wanted to know...

Now what?

It'll turn out all right.

I saw something.

I saw something, and...

We have to get out of here.

I can't give this back now.

For God's sake.

You're not going to keep it.

Yes, there's something here.
There's something here.

Pedro, you give that back, now.

-No.
-Pedro, it's evidence.

Just trust me.
You have to trust me.

-But that's evidence!
-You have to trust me.

This thing holds
all the answers, okay?

The answers are all here.

What kind of answers?

-Fathers!
-Let's hand it in and go home.

-Fathers!
-Simón, please.

Simon, please.

This is a chargeable offense.

Sergeant,

you won't believe what happened.

We're off to a bad start.

Sister Emilia here,

who has a life story
that's honestly,

pretty hard to believe...

just found something,

and I think it's important
that you see it.

-Pedro?
-Yes?

Pedro, please give him...
Give him...

The thing Sister Emilia found.

Sister Emilia found this.

And, what is this?

What do we have here?

Sole!

-Where did you find this?
-At the convent.

All right.

And now we've handed over
this very significant evidence,

our part in this matter...

is over.

I imagine you'll be kept
very busy with all this.

Good evening, Sergeant.

Good evening... you could say.

They found the body.

-Hello.
-Your names?

Pedro Salinas.

-Emilia Traviano.
-And Simón Antequera.

They're all priests.

No, I'm a nun.

And I'm an atheist.

Juan Trujillo.

I'm the judge who will
lead this investigation.

Well, I wish you luck,
because we don't know anything.

We're here on a visit and...

this is quite clearly
a local matter.

What's that?

The Sister found this dagger,
which has traces of blood.

So, we really have to get going.

We have a lot to do.

Yes, I'm sure,
but you can't leave.

-Why not?
-I need to check the crime scene

and we need to speak
to the Olivares sisters.

-Wait, the Olivares sisters?
-Are they suspects?

Only in so far
as they confessed.

Don't go anywhere.

Christ!

No, it's just me, Xiana.
Don't worry.

Don't be scared.

Bernal, what the hell
are you doing?

What'd you say?

What are you doing?

Just watching you. Nothing else.

I'm watching you sleep.

Jeez, Bernal.

You can call me Papa,
if you want.

I don't know.

In time, you know?

Yeah, sure.

In time, Xiana.

'Cause time heals all, right?

You can go back to sleep.

Bernal.

Yes, what is it, Xiana?

My name is Maggie.

Yeah.

I find it hard.

And besides, Xiana
is a much prettier name.

Go back to sleep.

Son of a...

What were you doing?

Nothing.

I just couldn't sleep.

Because of her.

Don't say "her," Alba.

That's my daughter,
our daughter.

Now can you please tell me
what you felt in the church?

It's not so much what I felt,
Simon, it's...

It's what I saw.

There's something very dark
here, not just about Bustamente.

I don't know how to explain it,
but the feeling is...

So heavy...

Please, come on!

Are the handcuffs
necessary, officer?

Father, please stand aside,

we already have
enough onlookers.

But they're just three
blind Nuns!

Who just confessed to m*rder.

Don't argue on account of us.

We're doing this willingly.

Mother, please,
please talk to me.

Tell me what's going on here?
What happened?

Something strange.

Destiny knocked on our door.

We'll be just fine.

Mother, please, I...

My God.

Joaquín...

Did they say why?

No, no.

Not yet, they only said
that they did it.

Are you there?

Yes, yes, I'm sorry.

Simón,
I need to ask you a favor.

Don't leave them.

I'll be there
as soon as I can,

but first I need to find
a lawyer

who'll agree to defend them.

I don't want anyone
from outside the convent

to get near them.

Can I count on you?

Yes, yes. Sure.

Good.

Thank you, Simón.

Mr. Trujillo, Mr. Trujillo.

Monsignor Cañola, the Archbishop
of Santiago de Compostela,

has asked me to represent
the sisters for the moment,

until he finds their definitive
legal representative.

We don't need lawyers
to defend us or anyone else.

Because we're guilty.

Let's just put
an end to all this.

Are you a lawyer?
Don't look like one.

And you don't look
much like a judge.

You don't even
look like an adult,

but I see no problem with that.

I'm a member
of the Madrid Bar Association.

Father Salinas, Sister.

Go get the documents that
are in my suitcase, please.

They'll be my legal assistants.

Father, go change your jacket.

That one's dirty.

Hey, are you upset?

-Look, Sister!
-What's wrong?

I'm not sure what exactly.

Father Antequera
told you, but...

I have a condition.

Well, it's not
a condition, really...

My grandma called
them "absences,"

but they're not really absences.

Actually, they're more like
visions, or images.

But honestly, they're
more like presences...

What happened?

I just cut myself
with these stupid scissors...

Father?

Father!

Open it, open it, open it.

Good Lord.

Is it true what they said?

Yes.

-Yes.
-My God.

We just got a call,
what happened?

Don't make me the one
who shares this news.

Dear God...

-No.
-You should go to the morgue.

Go there now, please.

Brother Bustamante
needs you there now.

-I'll can take you.
-He needs your prayers.

And your presence
and I really need...

To take a quick shower,
but then I'll join you there.

Please, go now.

I'm really very sorry.

I'm so sorry.

What is going on?

-What's happening?
-I don't know, Sister.

I don't know, all I know
is that they're like images,

like... like sensations.

I'm not sure yet what it means.

But I can assure you

the only thing I know
for certain...

is that this...

is very important.

I can't tell you
the precise time, exactly.

Even if it's an approximation.

-In the afternoon, night-time?
-Wait.

First of all,
she said can't remember,

and second, this is your prison.

This is your case,
why's he asking?

May we continue?

It wasn't in the middle
of the night.

I go to bed very early.

So, was it dark outside?

I don't know.

I'm not lucky enough
to see sunsets and sunrises.

Must be lovely, though.

So the m*rder took place
right there, in the church?

Don't answer, Sister.

It was there, yes.

-I said not to answer.
-I don't take orders from you.

And did you go there
at the request of the victim,

or did you ask him
to meet you there?

Hey! Don't answer, Sister.

Father, please.

How do
I will prepare the indictment

if you don't allow me
to determine their culpability?

If they want to talk,
let them talk.

I must insist, Sister...

Don't do it, don't answer.

We asked him to meet us, yes.

Would you say that you
knew the victim well?

You can answer that one.

Mr. Joaquín?

Yes, since always.

Although, as Franca says,

"know", you actually
don't really

know many people, right?

And that's
the honest truth, yes.

We found a dagger
with blood on it

it the convent's greenhouse.

You found it?

Is that what you used
against the victim?

No, stop. No.

Don't answer, Sister.

Now, look...
How can I explain this to you?

You don't have
to explain anything.

You don't owe them
an explanation.

But he asked me a question.

You're not obliged to answer.

You don't have
to answer them, Sister.

I may not be obliged,
but I'm happy to.

I may be a nun,

who's also blind,

but I am not rude.

Sister Corina...

Yes, yes, yes.
That's the dagger we used, yes.

-And the cell phone?
-What cell phone?

The victim's.

What about it?

It's gone,
what'd you do with it?

Must have fallen out
of his pocket, somewhere.

We're blind.

How were we supposed to know?

But despite being blind,

you managed to k*ll
a man and crucify him.

You'll just do what you want.

So, I guess...

Go ahead.

Those paths and that church...

are like our second home.

I could draw them down
to the last detail.

Crucifying him upside down
has a symbolic meaning.

It wasn't by chance.

You wanted to send a message.

You're just assuming
that they did it.

You don't have any proof yet.

It was us.

And now she can talk.

Wonderful.

And what message were you trying
to send with that scene, Anabel?

"I beseech you,
the executioners...

crucify me thus,

with the head downward
and not otherwise."

Who said that?

The victim? Bustamante?

No.

Peter.

Peter who?

Saint Peter.

Saint Peter said it.

I don't get it.

According to St. Jerome,

Peter was crucified head down

'cause he didn't feel worthy
of being crucified

in the same way as Jesus.

So Bustamante wasn't worthy?

Let me put it another way.

Why did you k*ll him?

That's the only question
you won't answer.

Because God asked it of us.

Does God often ask
things to you?

To everyone.

But very few people
actually listen.

And even fewer obey.

And why did God want
Joaquín Bustamante dead?

And in such a manner?

I'm no one to judge...

the wishes of our Lord.

Please stop wasting time,

and just do whatever
you need to do.

Please, that's enough.

Just one more question, Sister.

Why'd you try to hide the dagger

if you were going
to confess to the crime?

That question...

is for a m*rder*r,
we're simply nuns.

But you m*rder*d a man.

Why did we hide the dagger?

I'm not sure.

Sometimes, we do things

that we might later regret.

I'm sure that's something
that happened to you before.

What do you regret?

That you committed a crime

or hiding the dagger?

And, why'd you decide
to confess?

Joaquín Bustamante is dead
because divine law demanded it.

And now we must pay

in line with human law.

Everyone

must pay.

Wait for me here.

How are they?

Well, talking like parrots.

-I say that with respect.
-Goodness.

They can't wait to go to prison.

No, I've instructed a lawyer

who's worked with us
in the diocese before.

He'll be here early
this afternoon.

I owe you one.

You don't owe me
anything, please.

They wouldn't let me help.

Do you have any idea
what's going on here?

No.

I need to talk to them.

Monsignor, wait a second.
We need to talk.

-No, this isn't the time.
-Yes. Please.

You were
Bustamante's confessor, right?

I need to speak to them.

Monsignor.

I mean, it's not their fault.

Yes. They're really nice.

Like, really nice.

A bit too much even.

I miss you guys so much.

Xiana!

Oh, I have to go now.

I'll call you back.
Love you, bye.

Yes?

Come.

Let's make something to eat.

Nothing complicated.
A little bite.

So many aunts and uncles
dying to meet you.

You have no idea how much
they want to meet you.

Who were you talking to?

With the people in Canada.

I don't mind. I really don't.

Come on.

Best you help me because
your mom is capable

of preparing enough food to feed
thirty starving Black people.

Come on.

I'm not being discriminatory

with the thing
about Black people.

I just mean in the sense
of the people in Africa.

The ones who are hungry.

Not that they're all hungry,
of course.

I just mean
as a kind of example.

Sorry.

But if this is hard for you,
imagine what it's like for me.

I don't know if I can give you
a hug.

Give you a kiss. Touch you.

Because you're an adult now

and when I lost you,
you weren't even a little girl.

And it annoys me
that it feels strange.

Because why should
it feel strange?

I'm your father.

Stay if you want.

Whatever you prefer.

Or carry on with your phone
calls, and that's fine too.

They found Bustamante
in the abandoned church.

I'm a journalist,
not a politician.

Impossible to get them to talk.

Who knows what they're hiding?

I don't know what.

I'm sure there's something
they're not telling us.

What about the absence?

Please, could you turn
the radio down a little?

Could you please ask them
to turn the volume down?

I can ask,
but they'll only say no.

Best it comes from you.

Okay, at least you'll bring us
some of that polbo á feira?

-Yes, of course.
-And a little wine.

A white one, nice and cold.

-Something you have back there.
-Perfect.

Work makes us hungry.

It's like they want
to go to prison.

Like they want to be in custody.

And they'll get their way.

They confessed to the crime,

the body's been found,

a small village, a judge
who wants to prove a point,

and a mayoress who wants
to cover it all up.

It's all done.

They'll go to heaven behind bars
and it'll all be covered up.

Hey!

The radio, it's very... very...

We need some...

It's a tragedy...

We're trying to pray
here, please.

Okay.

What's wrong?

Hi, guys. Ciao.

-The octopus is coming.
-Yes, perfect.

I was in the mood for a giggle.
What are they listening to?

"As mañás de Xulio".

Is it good? Funny?

You don't know Xulio Novoa?

I don't.

Well, you don't know
what you're missing.

-Listen, listen.
-Let's see.

Meanwhile, we're still
waiting for your call.

Nothing.
They don't want to hear anything

about lawyers
or help from the curacy.

They won't accept any help.

They have already confessed.

They handed over
the m*rder weapon.

And they don't want our help.

There's nothing to be done.

-Right.
-Monsignor, please.

What would you like me to do?

I want you to tell me the truth.

I have already had.

Come on, for the love of God.

We haven't just met, Monsignor.

You've always told me the truth.

Remember when you found me
in Madrid?

I was a wreck.

I'd just smoked two joints
and was having a bad trip.

I told you I was doing great.

I said, "I've got this under
control. I'm not addicted."

But it was a lie.
And you totally knew that.

Even so, you said, "Simón,
let me help you. Trust me."

And I trusted you, didn't I?

Thank God,
that's why I'm still here.

I want to return the favor
while I can, dammit.

I'm saying it to you now,
trust me.

Tell me, you were
Bustamante's confessor.

Let me help you, please.

I don't need to tell you
about the confessional secret.

If that's the problem
then don't you worry.

I've had that before.

You confess to me,
tell me everything

and at least that way
I have something to go on.

Are you kidding?

It's a kind of legal loophole.

Legal loophole?

So you want to trick God
with a bit

of legal gymnastics, right?

No, no, I want to help you.

So don't leave.

But what can I do?

-You'll find something, Simón.
-Simón!

Help them.

I'll do what I can, okay?

Hello, one, two, three,
testing, testing.

Hell...

Pilar, Pilar...

-What is it?
-Look.

And as news
of this terrible m*rder

reaches the streets,
the media,

where is the police?

What do the politicians
of Porto da Lúa have to say?

As a wise man once said,

"They're not here,
nor expected to arrive."

Turn on the radio.
Xulio is discussing the case.

-And?
-You have to listen.

It's like a horror story.
One of the good ones.

Full of blood,
guts and brutality.

The three women
who k*lled Joaquín Bustamante

didn't just m*rder him,

they used a knife
to slash his back,

a strange cross-shaped symbol,

like keys.

A pair of crossed keys.

We've consulted experts

and they've told us
that these may symbolize

the keys of Heaven.

We don't yet know whether
the wounds were made

while the victim
was still alive.

But what does it matter?

It was clearly done
as further punishment.

As though murdering him

and hanging him upside down
weren't enough.

We must rid ourselves
of religious fanaticism.

We do it in other countries,

so let's do it here at home.

Please, enough already.

My friends, all I ask now

is that they never
let those three women out

from wherever
it is they're being held.

Because their minds
are very deranged.

They're extremely dangerous.

Mateo!

Who was it?

I have no idea.

I asked you for one thing.
Discretion.

Jesus, Mateo, can't you
control you people?

Firstly, don't forget
were you are.

I'm Civil Guard,
I don't answer to you.

Secondly, I walk
on hot coals for my people.

I don't know
who that journalist's source is,

but none of it came from here.

Well, you tell me.

You were the only ones there

and he went on
with full details.

The crucifixion,
the keys of Heaven.

I mean, if you'd let me know

we could have organized
a horror week

instead of local party.

Ma'am, a man is dead.

That's a little more important
than your party.

It's not just a party, dammit.

It's an event for the town,

to see if we can get
this damn place on the map

so we can get out
of the mess we're in.

We have investors from
half of Europe coming!

Not for me!

I'm not the one who needs this.

They're coming for the village.

Because we have a lot of people
who don't have a job here.

Who can't make ends meet

and are having
a really bad time.

And they've asked me
to help turn around

their miserable lives and that's
exactly what I'm going to do!

The man who died
is your brother!

Shut up, Trujillo,
I haven't finished.

Mateo, if I'd been
the one m*rder*d,

I would have asked you
exactly the same thing.

I haven't forgotten what you
are or where I am.

Don't you forget
what I'm capable of.

If there are any more leaks
to the press,

you'll have me to deal with.

The party will go ahead

because it's what people need.

Is that clear?

Yes? Yes?

Perfect.

Mayoress, sorry.

What do you want?

I understand your anger,

but there's something
I'd like you to know.

I guess they know who we are.

At this point.

Of course we do.

Sister Emilia
sends her best wishes.

They wouldn't let her in.

Do you have any questions
that we can help with?

No, Pedro.

Seriously, let's just leave it.

Come on, trust me.

Please.

Pedro, listen to me.

What's happened?

Well, there's not much
we can do,

at this point, Sister.

You confessed.

They found the m*rder weapon.

They'll take you
to Santiago de Compostela

and after statements
and a hearing,

you'll go to prison.

You're self-confessed K*llers,

you won't be allowed out
before sentencing.

We'll do everything we can

to make sure
you're well looked after.

That you're well fed.

They'll send clothes
from here, but...

there's not much more we can do.

We'll look into...

which prison you'll go to.

Sister Corina...

you asked
whether I had a question.

I don't have one,
I have thousand.

But there's only one
that matters.

Why do you refuse to tell us

the real reason
behind the m*rder?

And don't give me
the whole divine plan thing.

I'm a priest
but I'm not an idiot.

Oh, good Lord! Please.

Pedro, please.

Please, Pedro,
what are you doing?

How do you turn this off?

How does this
dumb thing turn off?

-Stop, stop!
-How does this...?

Dear Lord...

All right, there we go.

Sister, please listen to me.

This is your last chance.

No one can hear
and no one can see us.

And look, here in my neck
you can get more information.

You can get
more information here.

You can feel
my pulse here, right?

You can tell whether I'm nervous

or you can tell
whether I'm lying.

Isn't that right?

Right, well, so please feel

that there is love.

There's compassion and
empathy for what's happening.

I barely know you.
We've met a couple of times.

I don't understand
why you've condemned yourselves,

or why you committed a m*rder,
but there's love here.

Can you feel it or...

or am I lying?

No, no...

Well, then?

Sorry, don't take this
the wrong way

but please stop,
you're making me feel terrible.

We're not going to talk.

But don't suffer on our account.

We were three little girls

who had to grow up very quickly.

There was a time when we dreamed
of getting married,

kids, a family.

Dreams that shattered
from one day to the next.

But we were able
to find our path.

We've been able
to help many people.

We've offered people advice
and comfort.

Food and work.

And we've nurtured our garden.

Perhaps we'll be able to help
people in prison too.

If we can do that,

then prison
won't be such a bad thing.

And if we could stay together,

what more
could we ask for, right?

Thank you, anyway.

For trying.

Sure.

All right.

Let's go, Simón.

Pedro, Pedro!

Pedro, wait. Pedro! Pedro...

Are you sure we shouldn't tell
them the thing about the keys?

What for?

There's no point, is there?

What about the keys?

The keys of Heaven.

The keys to the kingdom of God.

I have to tell them.

The whole village knows.
It's causing a real stir.

The keys of the sacred
Papal Coat of Arms.

They'll find out in the end.

I have to tell them.

Anyway, it's an...

aggravating factor.

It's malice aforethought.

Malice aforethought?

That's a matter
for the judge but you...

Never mind, forget it. Really.

What do you mean "for a judge"?

What do you mean?

Sister, the marks
you gave Bustamante

with the dagger on his back,

I've never seen
anything like it.

Why did you do that?

And don't tell me they
don't mean anything,

because you have
to be very cold-blooded

to carve a cross
onto someone's back.

That's malice aforethought.

It carries a longer sentence.

It's covered by article 22,
para 1, clause...

I don't think you need
to go that far, Simón.

-I'm not trying to be morbid.
-What then?

It's a legal matter.

If two of them plead
guilty to m*rder

then the third one might stand
a chance in front of a judge.

And if we
throw in their old age,

visual impairment, I don't know.

Maybe I could get house arrest.

I'm not sure but I'd try.

Well, if they didn't talk
earlier then I don't think

they'll want
to confess now, are they?

I'm only saying it for Anabel,
Pedro.

'Cause she's the youngest.

m*rder with malice aforethought
carries a 25-year sentence.

With no right
to appeal the sentence.

It means all three
would die in prison.

But if they all
want to go under,

well then,

all three k*lled him,
all three crucified him

and all three carved
the flesh on his back.

Are you saying that...

Anabel might get away
without a prison sentence?

What I'm saying is that I would
do everything I can

to make sure that Anabel
could stay in the convent.

Fine. Yes.

I slashed him with the dagger.

The keys
to the kingdom of Heaven.

So he'd die like Saint
Peter not like Jesus.

I did that to humiliate him.

-So it was you?
-Yes.

Was he alive when you did it?

I don't know.

I don't know whether
or not he was breathing.

And how do I know
it wasn't Anabel?

Because God asked me to do it.

And me too.

Right, that.

Corina and I cut Bustamante.

Anabel is innocent.

There were never any marks
on Bustamante's back.

There were no keys
to the kingdom of Heaven.

The news was wrong.

Sister Emilia called
the radio station.

"As mañás de Xulio."

It's a very popular show.

I know.

I'm familiar with it.

You didn't k*ll anyone, did you?

Well...

if you need me,

I'll be getting drunk
in some tapas bar.

And praying the rosary.

That sounds amazing, Pedro.

I'll come with you, Father.

You can't go.

You're underage.

Sorry that I tease you so much.

I don't mean anything by it.

I just can't get over
such a young judge.

I'm 32 years old.

Really?

But this youthful appearance

will work in my favor
when I'm your age.

That hurts...

This is only my second case,
and it shows.

Not at all.

It seems like it's your first.

Come on,
I may not have experience,

but I know how to use my head.

I graduated with honors

from the University
of Salamanca.

So what are you doing here?

You should be in Madrid,
in some great law firm,

helping big corporations
evade tax.

How did you end up here?

I haven't ended up here.

I'm from here.

Mateo, the mayoress,
the three Sisters,

Bustamante, we're all from here.

Thank you.

Many thanks to the folkloric
troupe of Porto da Lúa

for this
lovely opening performance.

Thank you to everyone
for coming and for being here,

after such a long period
of silence

it was time for
a little party, right?

I would like to give a special
thanks to our guests of honor,

the delegates
from the Hoffmann Group,

for being here
at such important time for us.

And these are important days

because we're planting
the seeds of our future.

As you all know, we're working
on a tourism project

that will put Porto da Lúa
and the whole area

in the position it deserves.

Your brother died today.

You should be in mourning
and not at a party.

We already knew
you didn't have a heart.

What we didn't know
is that you have no shame!

Please show some respect.

And she asks us
to show some respect!

Show us some respect!

We're in mourning.

The entire village
should be in mourning.

How can you even smile?

Put an end
to this ridiculous nonsense.

Some people put their pain
on show, and their mourning.

Then it turns out
to be a total facade.

I'm not like that.

It's my business whether
I'm in pain or not.

And in answer to your
question, Gaitán,

I can smile because I'm happy

to be able to bring to fruition
the task you all gave me.

Many of you will have heard
the sad news that impacts me.

Me and many of you.

Because in Porto da Lúa
we're a small, big family.

And I can assure you
that I won't rest

until I know what happened,

and who is guilty.

And I'd like to say
one more thing.

There's no more room
in this village for fear.

Or for obscurantism.

Or the audacity of a few people

who want to tell the rest of us
how to live.

No. Not anymore.

There's a lot of light
outside the cave

that they wanted to put us in.

And I know that most of you
share my views.

That's why you voted for me.

Our future is within our grasp.

So I want to ask you, please,

any of you who believe

you're entitled
to a better life,

smile with me.

Long live Porto da Lúa!

Long live!

Long live our future!

Long live!

And let the party begin!