02x03 - The Lord's Lambs

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What has Father Cañola told
you about the village?

I put the baby in her cot.

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

The nun who has visions
gave us the exact address

of where to find the girl
who had been abducted.

You've come here...

About what happened
with your visions.

Pilar, I won't allow
you to talk to me...

I don't care what
you will or won't allow!

You kicked me out
of this village once

and that won't happen again.

The body's still warm.

Watch them blame us!

The three of us.

The three of us k*lled him.

-Where did you find this?
-In the convent garden nursery.

-When?
-I don't know. An hour ago.

This is the devil's house,
Simón.

Why did you k*ll him?

Because God asked us to.

There's something dark here,

and it's not just
Bustamante's m*rder.

Corina and I
cut Bustamante's skin.

There weren't any marks
on Bustamante's back.

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

Your brother died today.

You should be in mourning
and not at a party.

And I can assure you
that I won't rest

until I know what happened
and who is guilty.

Wait...

Wait, no!

Quick.

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

Up you get, little squirts.

Let's go.

Come on, up you get,
little squirts.

Come on, let's go.

Up you get. It's time to get up.

-Dad.
-What is it?

Turn the light on, please.

Why would I turn the light on?

There's plenty of light
coming through the window.

Come on, up you get, let's go.

What do you mean?

I can't see anything.

Me neither, Dad.

Everything's all dark.

Come on, girls.
What are you playing at?

Come on, get up,
let's get going.

I can't see anything.

-What's going on? Hey!
-I don't know.

Girls, come on, what's going on?

Dad, I can't see.

Dad, I can't see either,
please turn it on.

What...? Okay, calm down.

What's going on? Come on.

I can't see, Dad. I can't see.

Hey, hey, relax. I'm here.

Hey, I'm here. What's going on?

It's all dark, it's all dark.

-Dad...
-I can't see anything.

Calm down,
calm down, I'm right here.

-Dad, help us!
-Calm down.

Please help us, Dad.

We're leaving.

You'll stay here.

We'll leave a guard
on the door, as a precaution.

Are you sure
you'll be all right?

We've always managed, Mateo,

without the need for someone
to watch over us.

Anything happens or you need
anything, here's there.

Better to be safe...

THE ENVOYS

It was obvious
they were innocent.

They said they were guilty
to protect someone.

The question is, who?

Well, that's not too difficult
to work out, is it?

It's... we need to think.

It's obviously someone
who can see

because they used a flashlight
to hide the m*rder weapon.

And, as far as I'm aware,

there's only one person
in this convent

who isn't blind.

Nuno?

Do you know where he lives?

Here. In the convent.

Yes, but where exactly?

I don't know. The convent's big.

Well...

You're the only one
who can walk around

without being under scrutiny.

May the Lord be with you.

Thank you, Emilia.

Be careful!

Now.

We're connected.

Yeah.

I feel a little embarrassed
going into all the rooms.

It's fine. You must be close.

Keep going, Sister.

I have a feeling
it's this one.

No. Not this one.

No.

Open that one.

Ecole.

See this.

Goodness, this man has more
faith than he has walls.

Look.

Wha... what's that?

He collects sea shells.

Sister, please focus.

Focus.

Look.

-Yes.
-It's...

-Who is that?
-Isn't that Bustamante?

Take a look
in the closet to see...

if he's left his clothes,

or if he's taken them.

It looks tidy.

If he fled, he didn't take
anything with him.

Doesn't he have a boat?

A small fishing boat. A skiff.

Sister Corina told me
he's a fisherman.

What kind of fishing?

What kind of fishing
do you think?

Fish fishing.
He worked for Bustamante.

How wonderful, try some.

Now, that's really tempting.

Try it.

Doesn't it have a marvelous
element to it?

To think they
eat this without beer.

Delicious, right?

-Yeah, super.
-Super. Super.

Just a little spoon
to make the most of the oil.

Spoon, no. Look.
This is how you do it.

Here, you take a bit of bread,

you dip it really,
really well...

in the sauce and...

Here...

Super.

I'll be right back, I need
to take care of something.

-No problem.
-Enjoy the octopus.

Yeah, sure thing.

I have the Germans exactly
where I want them.

-Who's he?
-I don't know.

He's a notary from Santiago.

He says it's urgent.

So we'll see each
other later, okay?

You're coming with us,
aren't you?

No, I want to talk
to Sister Corina.

Do you suspect
them of something?

No, no, no., it's just that...

we shouldn't forget why we
came here in the first place.

True, true, it all
started with the visions.

-The visions, yes.
-Correct.

So, we'll talk later.

Yes. If anything comes up,
I'll drop you a pin, yeah?

-Sister!
-Oh! You too.

The convent's full,
just like in the good old days.

So tell me, why won't
they let me out?

I have orders, Sister.
I'm sorry.

I'm the one who gives
the orders around here.

Inside the gates, yes, I'm sure.

But not out there,
and you want to go out there,

so don't make
things difficult...

Why don't we talk about this?

I've come from the Vatican

and I must talk to Sister Franca

so, if you don't mind,
I authorize her to go outside.

And who are you?

I'm Pedro Salinas,

and I'm an envoy
from the Vatican.

Well, even if you've
come down off a cloud,

the sergeant was very clear,
the Sisters can't leave.

Look, he may be your sergeant
but to me he's a little runt.

-Sister...
-Look, I can't remember

the number of times
I wiped his a*s.

Tell the sergeant
that he can't give me orders,

and if he tries,
I'll see him off, blind as I am.

I won't be telling him anything.

But if you do,
I'd like to be there to see it.

Fine, then that's it,
if she can't leave

then I'll stay to support her,
if you don't mind, okay?

Thank you for your time.
Let's go.

And if you need any shopping
or anything, Sister,

-I'll do it, just let me know.
-Little runt.

I'm just fulfilling my duty

of telling you how things stand.

I don't want Joaquín's business.

I was never interested
in fishing.

It's always been really clear

that you were never interested
in fishing.

Further, in August, 2002,

when you turned of age,

you renounced your share
in the Bustamante fishery

in favor of your brother,
Joaquin.

-Half-brother.
-Yes. Excuse me.

Half-brother,
Joaquin Bustamante.

So there you go.
I gave it up back in the day.

Yes, but your half-brother died

and now you're his beneficiary.

But I don't even like fish.

I must be the only woman
who doesn't eat fish.

I saw you eating octopus.

Are you going
to give me a hard time?

No, sorry.
Of course octopus isn't fish.

What am I supposed to do with
a fishing business?

Not entire, no.
You get a 51% share,

which gives you control
of the business.

Your brother
gifted the remaining 49%

to the Abad Cisneros
Secular Brotherhood.

And also I have to deal
with those morons.

No way in hell!
I'll give it away.

Wrap it up with my best wishes.
I don't want it.

Your brother told me you'd
react this way

and I didn't believe him.

But he was obviously right.

Seems he knew you really well.

It's incredible, incredible.
I'm stunned.

The fact
is that the will stipulates

that if you don't accept
your share of the business

then it will have to close down.

And he added a paragraph,

if you'll allow me:

"It's easy to choose
when one option appeals to us

and we abhor the other."

"Now, dear Pilar,
it won't be so easy."

"If the fishery closes

and 50 families
are out on the streets,

that'll be your choice."

"But sure, the village air
will be clean

and the tourists
will come in droves."

"I wish you the best of luck
tackling this dilemma."

You understand
this was a transcription

of a handwritten note

and isn't in the formal
language a notary would use.

How can you question us?

Are you accusing us of homicide?

-Of fratricide.
-Yes.

Because Joaquin was our brother.

Pipe down.

So, there's been a homicide,

just like this lord here says...

The Lord is in heaven!

-Praise be the Lord!
-Praise be the Lord!

I'm talking about
this one over here.

With a lower case 'L', dammit.

So stop giving me
a hard time, dammit.

Treat us with respect
and watch your language!

Fine.

Let's proceed
in an orderly fashion

and show some respect
to authority.

Heavenly and earthly authority.

I'm going to question you.

I will question you
as potential witnesses.

It's your attitude
that makes you look suspicious.

Do I make myself clear?

Very clear.

Why don't you look into
our blasphemous mayoress?

-Blasphemy isn't a crime.
-And there you have it.

Are you trying to tell me
she had nothing to do with this?

With her brother's m*rder?

Her half-brother.

He was our brother,
our soul brother.

Brother in God, which is

the most important brotherhood
you can have.

Have you questioned her?

On what basis?

Lord, light their path.

Give us patience.

And you think you're smart?

Fine, fine, we'll do it.

But now we need to ask you
some questions.

Just so we know what you saw.

Please allow me
to apologize again

for what must seem
like an invasion.

It doesn't seem like one,
it is one.

Right, well,

I'd also like you to know

that there is
no ill intent on our part.

We're not police or a judge.

I'm a priest

and I'm more interested
in God's law, okay?

-Then we agree.
-Right.

I'd also like you to know
that I'm not interested

in why you claimed guilt
for Bustamante's death.

My only job is to corroborate
Corina's ability.

There's nothing to corroborate.

She has it. She's always had it.

Take a seat.

You're very close, aren't you?

We're sisters.

Well, there're some siblings...

We're very close, yes.

I never had that kind
of relationship

with my siblings
so I'm a little envious.

It's pious envy.

I guess we're fortunate.

I should bear that
in mind more often.

So, I should tell you
that I'm also a doctor

and that it really strikes me

how all three of you are blind.

It's very rare for that
to happen in the same family.

When it rains, it pours.

I appreciate your sense
of humor, mother.

It's not sense of humor.

In Galician,
we call it "retranca."

It's a mix of resignation

and sour grapes.

Well, in Mexico
we're no different.

So it's congenital blindness?

No, no, we could see
when we were little.

It all happened one night
that I don't really remember...

or maybe I do.

It was a night of adventure.

We were three girls,
running across the cliffs

to the old church

to find ghosts.

People said it was haunted.

The Galician Wild Hunt,
all that.

In any case, the next morning,

when we woke up,

we couldn't see or remember
anything at all.

The next day?

The three of you? How strange.

Why would that be?

You're the doctor.

And all three of you chose
to follow the path of faith.

Our father was on his own.

He'd go out to sea
but didn't have much luck.

We were a big weight
on his shoulders.

But not on God's?

Sometimes, it's hard
not to lose faith.

Isn't that right?

My faith is easy.

It's solid. It's traditional.

It doesn't much like change.

It has sustained me in this life

and I hope it will do
the same in the next.

I'm not special.

Corina's the special one.
She always was.

Even before we went blind.

Yes, she can see worlds

that are closed
to the rest of us.

What about Anabel?

Anabel, she's more our daughter
than sister.

She's the most precious flower
in our garden.

And the most delicate, too.

She's our orchid.

You've earned your
place in Heaven, Sister.

And I accept it, Father.

I really have earned it.

Sir!

Yes, we're looking for Nuno.

-Do you know him?
-Nuno?

I don't see him.

Might he have gone out
really early?

He's mad enough
to have gone out.

Near the coast here
is inshore fishing.

-Small boats, small engines.
-Sure.

-Diego!
-Yeah?

Nuno?

-How the heck would I know?
-They're asking after him.

They can go to hell.

Him and the people
asking after him!

He's such a brute.

Sorry, Sister.

-When there aren't any...
-It's fine.

Ask in the office, in case
they know something.

Sure. Thanks. Let's go,
Sister, let's go.

Vafanculo, stronzo!

-Sister, let's go. Let's go.
-We're going, don't worry.

Let's go, let's go.

BUSTAMANTE & SONS FISHERY

Hello.

Alba.

I didn't know you worked here.

Pretty much everyone
works here, Father.

If you have more questions
about Xiana,

this isn't a good time.

With everything
that happened, I...

No, no, no.
We're looking for Nuno.

That's all.

Well, those are his.

-Are they dead?
-Yes.

He collects them.

He takes care of them
like they're his pets.

He always says, they may not
have a brain or eyes

but they have a heart.

Well, life is simpler
without eyes and a brain.

That's for sure.

All they need is a little
sand to hide in.

Isn't that what we'd all like?

Do you know
where we can find him?

They told us he went out
to sea last night.

I don't know, I didn't check.

Nuno has a small boat.

It's not much more
than a dinghy.

Like these mussels trying
to find somewhere to hide.

I don't think Nuno
has anything to hide from.

Right. Alba, sorry.

We'll get out of your way.

Let's go see if we can find him.

Sister...

-Ciao.
-Ciao.

Father, weren't you
looking for Nuno?

-Yes.
-Well, he's right there.

-Where?
-Right there.

Over here? Thanks.

Nuno?

Nuno.

Hi there.

I'm Father Simon Antequera.

Perhaps you remember me.

We met at the convent
a couple of days ago.

This is Sister Emilia.

-Emilia. Emilia Gravianos.
-That's right.

-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

Life at sea is tough, right?

Have you spent
the whole night out?

If you want the sea
to give you something,

you have to give it
something first.

Yes, I can imagine.

I don't know whether
you heard about...

About...?

About what happened last night.

What happened?

I'm really sorry to be the one
to give you this news.

Bustamante was m*rder*d
last night.

He's not my father.

No, no, no, no, I didn't...

He's not my father,
he's not my father.

He's not my father...

Nuno, I didn't say
he was your father, really.

He's not my father,
he's not my father...

-I'm so sorry.
-The music.

Stop the music, the music...

Please, stop the music,
please, stop the music.

Nuno, there's no music.

There's no...
Sister, stop the music.

There. That's it.
There's no music, Nuno.

There's no music.

Are you messing with me?

-Are you messing with me!?
-No, no, please...

-Do you think I'm stupid?
-No, no, please...

What are you doing?

No. What are you doing?
Put that down.

I'm not...

It's not for you,
it's not for you.

It's for me.

Because I can cut myself.

On my arm, cut, cut, cut.

Stop. Please, no!

-Look.
-Please don't do that!

Please. Stop.

Please.

-You're laughing at me.
-I'm not laughing at you.

Yes, you are.
You're laughing at me.

Why would I laugh at...
No, no. I'm not laughing at you.

I'm not laughing
at anyone. Honestly.

Are you laughing at me?

-Do you want to cut me?
-No.

You cut yourself, you cut me.
Nuno, I mean it.

Let me help you, Nuno.

Please, let me help you.

-Let me help you, Nuno.
-No.

-No...
-I'm sorry.

-Come.
-We're going to help you. Okay?

Shall we go to the convent?

-Home is good.
-Yes?

-Home...
-All right, let's go.

Okay, let's go.

Good afternoon.

Father, we were coming
to find Nuno.

I see you found him first.

We're going to the convent.

It's been a long day.

I'm sorry, Father,
Nuno's coming with us.

Why?

Why do you think?

Don't go looking for problems.

We need to talk to him.

Nuno, I'll come with you.
I'll come with you.

He's my client, okay?

I'm going with him.

Excellent.

We'll all go
to the jailhouse then.

Sister?

No, no. I... I'll stay here.

-I can handle.
-I'll go with you, Nuno.

I'll go with you, okay?

Well, I grew up
surrounded by grannies,

so don't think I know much.

Tell me, is that done?

And?

It's done. Almost.

Yes?

Some people use
an electric mixer, but we don't.

Everything by hand.

So is that the secret?

Are you revealing the secret

behind your world
famous madeleines?

So it's milk, eggs, sugar,

flour and whisking by hand?

And vanilla. Of course.

The real stuff.

Not the bottled stuff.

Can you manage?

That's half the secret.

And the other half

is aniseed.

Just a few drops.

It's more about the aroma
than the taste.

Right.

Nothing special,
yet, to be honest.

Close your eyes.

-Mother, please.
-Close your eyes.

-Fine. They're closed.
-Close them.

-Have you closed them?
-They're closed.

Now try it.

When you have your eyes open

you see a shapeless batter,

half way to being ready.

When you have your eyes closed,
you savor what it is.

What it could become.

And what it will become.

We have really good vanilla
in Mexico, too.

In Veracruz. I'll send you some.

That would be lovely. Yes.

I like your accent.

Proudly Mexican, Mother.

I've never been to Mexico.

-No?
-Is it beautiful?

It's the most beautiful
place on Earth.

Especially when you look
at it with a Mexican heart.

Looking at things
with your heart

is the best way of seeing.

That's how I look at this
convent, and it is beautiful.

So beautiful that you could...

stay here your whole life?

Father, I don't think
you understand

what it means to be blind.

For a blind person,

there is no change of scenery.

Wherever we go,
darkness follows.

The only landscape
is your feelings.

And mine are here.

Your sisters?

My sisters, of course.

And some of the people
from the village who value us.

-And Nuno, too?
-Nuno, of course.

So why go some place
where we don't know anyone

and no one knows us?

The heart would have
nothing to see.

Sure.

You have a...

very special relationship
with Nuno.

He's... he's like a brother?

It's a multi-faceted
relationship.

Sometimes brother,

sometimes father.

And often, son.

And a mother would...

do anything for her child,
wouldn't she?

What?

Father, Father.

That really wasn't very subtle.

I apologize.

I'm no expert when it comes
to interrogating people.

I promise to do better.

Father, you and I
are servants of the Lord.

It's our duty to do
whatever we can for anyone,

not just for one
of our children.

Shall we finish our job?

Yes please, I'm starving.

Hey! Where are you going?

Sorry. The office?

The office is that way.

Thank you.

Are you okay, Nuno?

Are you sure?

Do you need the bathroom?

We can go quickly.

The magistrate.

How are you?
Sorry but, where's Pombo?

Given the circumstances,

we thought it best
that I carry out the interview.

What circumstances?

My boyish face
must have some use.

Sure, the boyish bit is true,
but let's see.

Nuno, first of all, how are you?

Nuno, I don't have much
experience,

I can tell you,
and I feel alone, if I'm honest.

The guards... well,
you know what they're like.

They do the bare minimum.

The Olivares sisters don't want
to talk, who knows why.

And the people
from the Brotherhood...

It's so hard to talk
to them, Nuno, really.

So I'm alone and lost.

-As you'll see.
-You can sit down, Nuno.

Have you ever felt that way?

Alone and lost?

Yes.

Well, I'm on my own here.

Battling against everyone

to find out what happened
to Bustamante.

And that's it.

Look, no one here wants
to hurt you. I promise.

-Okay.
-Can we speak as friends?

Sit.

Okay.

Is everything okay?

Do you know what I have here?

It's a list of all the calls
of Bustamante's cellphone.

To tell us what numbers
he contacted and for how long.

Do you understand?

And it shows that
on the night of the crime,

Bustamante called you
a couple of times.

-Nothing unusual about that.
-A couple, couple of times.

No. Let's see...

Eleven.

Eleven times before
you picked up.

He must have been desperate
to get hold of you.

What did he want?

If you don't pick up,
you can't lie.

I would have said the same
but put it differently.

That's a strange thing to say.
Are you saying that to me?

Or has someone said that to you?
Or were you told to say that?

Okay, it doesn't matter.

That was Bustamante's business.

The people from the Brotherhood
were here today.

They're good people.

They don't think
the same of you.

A number of them told me

that they saw you entering
Bustamante's house that night.

Nuno...

Okay, Nuno, you're hurting me.

Could you let go of my hand?

Nuno, stop it,
you're gonna break my hand!

Nuno, let go of his hand!

Are you okay?

Relax.

Shall we go and take a rest?

-Shall we go to the convent?
-Yes. Yes.

Can we go get some rest, please?

-Yes, yes.
-Thank you.

It's been a very long day.

Sister.

-Father, are you busy?
-Yes.

You have to come meet me, now.

Now I'm in the middle
of something...

Come now.
I'll send you my location.

Fine, fine.

Enjoying the gentle breeze?

What makes you say that?

Well...

Because I saw you smiling...

and because
you're outdoors and...

I mean, I was just asking
if the breeze was nice.

-Oh, the breeze.
-Yes.

-I thought you said the view.
-No!

No, no, no. The breeze.

I was thinking,

"This little priest has
no idea what he's saying."

No, no, no.

I'd never say such a thing.

Oh, don't worry.

To us, not being able to see
isn't any great tragedy.

It is what it is.

Your vision may have
failed, but...

you can see other things, right?

What you have is different.

Yes, sure, it's different

but it's not anything...
I don't know, it...

It happens, I don't know why.

Franca tells me that...

the three of you lost your
sight on the same night.

That's right.

When we woke up,
we could no longer see.

It's as if God...

had taken our sight
while we slept.

But He gave you...

a gift in exchange, right?

But He had nothing
for my sisters.

They were deprived
without compensation.

Compensation?

Is that how you see it?

How strange.
I've always seen it as a...

as a curse.

Give me your hand.

Go on. Here.

Don't be scared. It's all fine.

Everything's fine.

Come now.

Don't...

Don't be scared.
No, don't be scared.

It's all fine.

You have to live with your gift.

No, no, no.

No, relax your hand,
relax your hand.

That's it, don't be afraid.

That's it, that's it.
Just like that.

The images will stay.

And you need to learn
how to live with them.

If you manage that

then you can be happy.

And sometimes...

make other people happy too.

Well... or not.

That's up to you.

We have a gift
and we have to accept that.

It could be worse.

He could have given us piles.

Yes...

Nuno!

Nuno's here!

What's happening?

Nuno...

-Can I help you?
-No, no, no, no, no.

No, thank you.

This places holds
no darkness for us.

Do you like to dance?

-Do I like dancing?
-Dancing?

-Yeah.
-Yes! Yes, I like it too.

I'll go to the bathroom,
just a sec.

Woah!

Hey, I may not understand
everything she says

but talking to her,

having her here
brightens my day.

I asked her to come
to the party with us.

The fireworks.

I'm too tired for parties.

Alba, please!

I know it's messed up
but she's our daughter.

Why don't you
help her get dressed?

Her parents taught her
how to do that, right?

Dammit, Alba.

Come on.

It's the fireworks tonight.

You scared me.

Fear.

-You know...
-Sorry.

Are you planning
to wear that to the party?

No bueno?

It gets cold at night here.

Don't you have anything warmer?

What's...?

-Cold.
-It gets cold?

Yes.

Let me see...

Well, I could wear this...

This one's warmer.

What do you think?

That's pretty.

Better?

Yeah, I like this,
I like the colors.

And this.

Yeah, that's nice.

With my boots.

It's not... easy.

Sister.

About time. Where were you?

Walking through
the Galician wilderness.

And the wilderness here is damp.

And dark.

Cold as hell...

Look. Look at that.

Look at those lights.

A launch.

That's it, a launch.
A fast launch.

And there's a fish boat,

which is most likely
where the launch is headed.

And?

-There!
-What is it? What is it?

What do you mean?
It's obvious, it's a delivery.

What kind of delivery?

Of pizza. Madonna!

Drug trafficking,
pure and simple.

-Anyone can see that.
-Anyone who grew up

in a Sicilian mafia family
can see that.

I was born in Rome, okay?

It's not like you're exactly
an aristocrat, are you?

I didn't grow up with counts
and dukes but,

for the love of God,

to see four crappy lights
and think of Scarface,

you must have had
some childhood.

They're from the fishery.

The warehouse is guarded by a
guy with a 9mm semi-automatic.

I was 20 meters away
so I couldn't tell

if it was a GL*CK
or a Sig Sauer.

What?

You see something 20 meters away

and your only concern
was whether it was a GL*CK

or a Jack Bauer?

Sig Sauer.

-What are you talking about?
-Jack Bauer.

You don't know
who Jack Bauer is?

The fictional character?

-I don't know!
-You break my heart, Sister.

It's clear to me that you're
a product of La Cosa Nostra.

-I'm being serious.
-Me too.

You're a 21st century
Calamity Jane.

Never mind Calamity Jane,

you're a Bonnie without a Clyde.

You're a femme fatale.

You're a gunslinger, Sister.

Don't act like a saint,
it doesn't suit you.

What I'm trying to say
is that this fishery

sells more than seafood

and Bustamante was the owner.

Do you know what I mean?

-So what do we do?
-What do you mean?

Bye Spain! Nice to meet you,
we're going home!

-Wait, wait...
-No, I'm not waiting.

I'm trained to fight the devil,
Satan,

who is really ugly,
has horns and a tail,

but between you and me,
doesn't exist.

But when it comes to flesh
and blood drug dealers, no.

I already did that, I'm over it.

Are you sure? Are you...

I won't end up like Bustamante,

splayed on a crucifix,
head down.

Not me, guys. See you around!

Hey! Andiamo!

I'm coming, coming.

Wait for me. Wait, Sister.

Lord, for what we
are about to receive,

make us truly thankful.

And we thank you for returning
our beloved Nuno to us.

Watch over us
and take care of us,

as you always have against,
the evils of the world.

-Amen.
-Amen.

The Father, The Son
and the Holy Ghost...

Nuno, tell us how your
fishing trip went.

You were out for a long time.

It was...

it was fine.

Leave him alone, Corina.

He must be very tired.

Don't answer, Nuno.

If it's alright with you,

-I'd like to retire to pray.
-That's fine.

Of course, Nuno.

Go, go and rest.

Pray and rest.

Excuse me.

Can you call Father Salinas?
He won't answer my calls.

What a party,
for the love of God.

Yes, lovely, but let's go.

No, no. Wait, please.

Let's just stay for a bit.

-No, come on...
-Just an hour.

What hour? Come on!
Leave me alone.

Emilia, please! Let's dance.
Just for an hour.

We'll have a liquor coffee
and then go.

Look how much work
has gone into this.

And they do it
so we can integrate.

-It's not for us.
-So we feel at home.

Wait, I want to smoke.

Hi guys, could you spare
a cigarette?

I don't have another one,
but you can smoke this.

-Yes, yes. This is...
-No, it's a roll up.

-Yeah...
-That's all we can afford.

That's not rolling tobacco.

Isn't it?
Well, I trust these guys.

And kids never lie.

Never. Never.

That's some priest.

He's reciting a Hail Mary.

You have no shame.

And?

Yes.

It's rolling tobacco
from Morocco.

-Just a joke.
-Dammit.

Come on, pass it round, dude.

-Come on.
-Pass it round, dude.

I let you have some,
dude. Dammit.

-This one is mine, right?
-This is mine.

-How old are you?
-What are you saying?

Do you want me to call
the police, or what?

He's taking the piss.

Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop.

My mom's there, man.
She's right there!

It's really great.

The music's great.

-Yeah? You like it?
-Ja, ja, super.

They're good.

Octopus?

Octopus. Look.

Thank you! Super.

And there's more here, too.

Let's go!

Let's go!

Come on, Emilia, please.

Just a for a bit,
just for a bit.

-No! Enough!
-Come on, let's go.

Come on, come on!

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

Come on!

Thank you.

I never imagined that being
the mayoress of the village

would bring me so much joy.

I'm so happy
to see you like this.

Enjoying the party, the music,

the people in our community.

Tonight is clear proof
that Porto da Lúa

is really worthwhile.

Tonight is big party night.

A night to have a good time,
to enjoy ourselves.

A night in which fire
burns away everything bad.

So, let the fireworks begin!

Nuno!

Poor boy.

-What's wrong?
-We have to save him.

He can't manage on his own.

He's in his room...

No, go and get him,
find Nuno, please.

-Please, calm down.
-Now, please.

-Where?
-In the village.

-Please, now!
-Calm down...

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Very good.

-Yes?
-Yes.

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

-This is the good stuff.
-Yeah.

But take it easy.

I want to keep you as clients.

Relax, dude.

And the money?

A hundred?

Who the hell do you think I am?

Hey, relax.

-Who do you think I am?
-Guys...

I know exactly who you are
and I don't give a damn.

Five grams, 300 euros.

All right, but I don't have it.

So ask your g*dd*mn mom for it.

-Hey, enough.
-What did you say?

-Relax, okay?
-What did you say?

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-What the hell?

Relax, dude. Enough already.

-I'll cut you, tell them.
-Relax, man.

-Relax, dude.
-You got that?

Nuno!

Didn't you bring your
girlfriend?

Come on.
I'll find you one over here.

Yeah? Yeah? Come on,
let's go, let's go.

Nuno! Nuno!

Nuno!

Come here! Come here!

I don't mess with nobody...

I don't mess with nobody...

Please...

Get out of here! Come on!

-Get out of here!
-Come on, let's go!

Hey, enough! Enough!

What are you doing? Let's go!

Andiamo!

A guy like that
k*lled my brother!

And nearly k*lled me!

Well, this one's going
to k*ll us both. Let's go.

I don't mess with nobody...

I don't mess with nobody...

I don't mess with nobody...

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Not bad, right?

I think today
is the best possible way

to show that nothing and no one
can hold back Porto da Lúa.

Oh, God.

Thy kingdom come,
they will be done...

Do you really have nothing
better to do?

You've sullied
this village's soul.

You've filled it with filth!

Why can't you just let people
have fun?

It doesn't...

Let the blood of a hundred
innocent sheep purify you!

-I'll k*ll you...
-What?

-Get out of here!
-What? What is it?

-Get out of here!
-You're blasphemous!

-Blasphemous!
-I'll k*ll you!

I'll make your life
a living hell!

Get out of our town! Out!

You scumbag! b*stard!

...give me your blessing.

Nuno, come here!

Nuno, come here!

Look what I've got for you.

Nuno!