02x06 - The Lake of Fire

[bunniefuu]

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

And I won't rest
until I know who is the culprit.

The only thing
we know for sure right now

is that this
is extremely important.

How can you question us?

Why don't you look into
our blasphemous Mayoress?

There's something dark,
and it's not just Bustamante.

A boat.

Drug-trafficking.
Pure and simple. It's obvious.

Five grams, 300 euros.

All right, but I don't have it.

Belisario buys drugs?

He sells drugs.

So what motive do I have
for k*lling my brother? Go on.

The Mayoress
had to travel to Compostela

on the night of the crime.

You always were spoiled.
And a little bit of a sl*t.

There's a friend
I'm looking for.

He says he doesn't know,
but maybe you do.

Okay, do you want me to hit you?

On a motocross bike.
What do you know, Father?

I swear, I don't know anything.

No, no, no. Please.

What do you see?
Tell me, what do you see?

God reserves stoning
as punishment for adulterers.

Brothers. No!

Bernal isn't your father.

Holy Mary Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners, now and

now and at the hour
of our death.

Amen.

Girls, you will be ordained
soon.

You will experience the glory
that floods over you

when you give up your lives
in service of the Lord.

You've placed your faith in me.

In this convent, we immerse
ourselves in the glory of God,

but unless we are certain,
we may drown ourselves.

Are you certain
about the step you're taking?

Franca.

Mother.

The outside world has led us
here for a reason.

I know we've been called
to better that world.

And joining you here is the best
way we can answer that call.

I truly believe that.

And you, Corina?

I can't explain it,
but I feel it.

This is my place.
And I truly believe that.

And what about you, Anabel?

I have to stay with my sisters.
And with Nuno.

I truly believe that.

Dear Sisters,

consecrated to the Lord
through baptism,

do you wish to connect
more closely to Him

through a religious vocation,

following Christ,
the suffering and crucified,

in the footsteps
of our Holy Lord?

Yes, I do.

Do you promise to keep
and maintain the vows

you've made to the order: Living
in chastity, embracing poverty

and showing obedience?

SISTERS: Yes, we swear.

Do you willingly agree to live
a contemplative life

in solitude and silence?

Yes, we willingly agree.

We praise and give thanks
to you, Lord.

THE ENVOYS

I don't... I don't understand.

Bernal is not your father.

I'd rather you hear it from me

than from some as*h*le neighbor
who's out to hurt us.

What?

If not Bernal, who then?

That doesn't matter.

Bernal isn't your father.

Don't ask me anything else.

You came here looking
for an answer.

Well, there you have it.

It might not be
what you wanted...

But there it is.

I don't want you to waste
even one second

thinking about that Judas.

I'm sure he's well on his way
to hell by now.

No. I have no doubt about that.

Nothing's going to happen

because we aren't going
to let it.

We're just here to...
defend and protect Porto da Lúa.

If there's a weed
then we have to pull it out.

Blessed are you, Brothers,
for the Lord is with you.

Our Father, who art in Heaven...

MESSAGE FROM ALFONSO
"FATHER, CAN WE TALK?"

Damn it all, Pedro!

-For the love of God!
-What's the matter?

You startled me.

Sorry.

-You can't sleep?
-I'm worried.

That makes two of us.

Strange things
are happening in this place.

See, you worry
about strange things.

And I worry about normal stuff.

It's really strange Corina
seeing that girl in Canada,

that Alba didn't want to talk
to Bernal right away.

And you need
to throw in drug trafficking,

which, funny enough,
is totally normal here.

Bustamante's death
is really strange.

No, I think that's normal.

'Cause...

If someone sticks you a knife,
you die, what do you expect?

As a doctor,
you should know that.

Then the m*rder of Bustamante
is strange.

With narcos around?

As fond
as they are of k*lling people?

Well, I wish it was that, it...

would be easier to explain.

Well, you know...

it's not the supply
that's concerning,

it's the demand.

The Mayoress' son?

You have no idea, Pedro.

I see so much of myself
in that kid.

It's like looking in the mirror.

It's like the life
I maybe could have had.

Antequera's multiverse?

-Look at that.
-God be with you.

Alfonso?

How are you?

It's a little damp.

Because I just watered it, Nuno.

Good morning.

-Father! Good morning.
-Hey, there, Nuno?

How are you feeling?

-Good.
-That's great.

Did you enjoy the madeleines
I baked?

Between... your madeleines,
and Spain,

I'm going
to put on a bit of weight.

-Anything I can do to help?
-No, but thank you.

Everything's under control,
now that Nuno's back home.

Yes, well, I can see that you
operate like a Swiss clock.

It's like you were a family,
right?

Like we were a family?

We are a family. Right?

Yes, of course.

Come on, here.

It's your favorite color.

Nuno. Thank you so much.

You're a sweetheart.

Is he gone?

Yes, he's gone.

I told him that red
is my favorite color.

Now he brings me
every one that he finds.

It's a lovely gesture.

Well, it makes him feel good.

How long
have you known each other?

For all our lives.

That's why it's impossible
for me to imagine

who might've attack him.

Who would ever want to hurt
such a blessed creature?

No... I don't really
understand it, either.

Have you spoken
to the Brotherhood?

No, I don't think
I'm very welcome over there.

They're the ones
you should talk to.

But why?

There's nothing they don't know.

If you'll excuse me.

Sister, where are you?

What do you mean?
It's 8:00 in the morning.

Yes, I know
it's not the Vatican,

but I have a job for you.

Yes, I know
you're not our secretary, but...

Listen to me. Anyway...
Listen to me.

It's not a secretarial job.
It's a job...

more for a journalist.
All right?

Look, I need you
to help me find out...

when the nuns first arrived
at the convent,

and when Nuno got here. Yes.

Stop, stop... stop.

Wait. Right here.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

But why would you want to meet
this early?

Maybe for you, but not for him.

We spent the whole night talking
and he hasn't been to bed yet.

-Withdrawals, or what?
-Yes.

Why didn't you go to see
the kid earlier?

Because I didn't want
to end the call,

not even for the half hour
it takes to get here.

Right.
At night, a half hour is a lot.

When the sun's up
it's different.

And you're sure he's coming?

Yeah.
I asked him to send me a pin.

What?

What are you laughing at?

What are you laughing at?
You're an old man.

-Get out of here!
-Be careful!

Sebastián.

We have a visitor.

-Sebastián.
-Father.

I'm actually here to see you.

I'm here in peace, all right?

We've had our share
of disagreements, and...

we're going to be heading
back to the Vatican soon.

-Already?
-Yeah.

I hope you're leaving
with fond memories.

Unforgettable, I assure you.

And I didn't want to leave
without saying that...

I was very impressed with...

with the devotion
the Brotherhood

holds for Christian values,
and I was thinking

we might be able to support you
in some way, from the Vatican.

I serve on a Council
that manages

the Congregation
of Religious Institutes.

I'm not sure if you're aware,
but we have a source

of financing that offers
financial support

to institutions
around the world.

Well, no. I honestly
didn't know that.

Well, you know I don't want
to get your hopes up.

The selection process
is important,

and the funding is very modest.

Never more than 50 000 euros.

And...

I just find it absurd
that the Brotherhood

isn't already a part
of our support network.

So, if you could spare a moment,
I could tell you more about it.

Please, do.

And you have no idea
how delighted I am

that you thought of us
for this program.

-It sounds very interesting.
-Yes, of course.

Up to now, our main source
of income

was the fishing industry
but now, of course,

Lord only knows what we'll do.

Of course. Well, I think our
help could be beneficial to you.

Do you know when the institution
was founded?

-Yes, it was 1973.
-Excellent.

We were practically teenagers.

A little mischievous, sure,
but very, very devoted.

Of course. I imagine you have
all the documentation, right?

-Yes, of course we do.
-All right.

Are you all right?

Father, Father, Father.

Thy Kingdom come...

Father, Father!

Come on.

Are you okay?

Everything all right, Father?

Yes. I just...
felt faint, that's all.

It's just...
that painting is very striking,

and with what happened with...

with Bustamante...

We should have moved it.
I'm sorry.

Would you like some water?

Can we offer you something,
Father?

Can I offer you anything?

Brother, you'll have
to excuse me.

Could we possibly meet later?

I just remembered I have a...
an important call on Zoom.

-On what?
-I'll explain later, Sebastián.

If... if you don't mind,
I'll come back

around five or six
in the afternoon,

to handle the rest
of the paperwork.

Yeah. Sure. Of course.

Did you put the salt
back in its place?

Yes.

You had put it
where the sugar goes.

I'm sorry,
but how did you know that?

Have you ever touched sugar?

Anyway, I don't want to have
to put my fingers in everything.

- Ciao , Sister Franca.
-Hello.

Hello.

Martín, could you take
your things?

Sister, it's fine.
Honestly, I'm happy to help.

It's no problem at all.

Look, Martín... I don't want
to owe you any favors.

-What favors?
-No, honestly.

Look, when we get old,
we're going to need

everyone's help
and I don't want you

to be exhausted
when that time comes.

Okay, all right, fine then,
Sister. Thank you.

-Bye.
-Martín...

Please, take it with you.

Your family needs it.

We can get by with what we have.

There you go.

Thank you.

Brava .
Your good deed for the day.

According to what you said,
it's on the Vatican.

You have great hearing, Sister.

One of few things
that still work.

Life here is interesting.

It's very simple.

-Chamomile tea?
-Do you have coffee?

Chamomile tea, perfetto .

I've worked at the Vatican
since I was ordained.

And how is the boss?

I never see him.
Just everyone else.

Each more annoying
than the last.

That's better here too.
Less men.

There are hardly any women left.

When we first came
to the convent, it was full.

And now look.

It's just an empty shell
that's falling apart.

-No new people.
-That's something, right?

My theory is that women
have abandoned religion

because of the way
we're treated.

As if Heaven values us less.

I actually wanted
to look into that.

Do you have any records
of nuns coming and going?

What are you after?

No, I'm just curious
how things changed

as people came and went
over the years.

The records are all up here.

-What do you want?
-General information.

What are you after?

General information.

Congratulations.
You are an exceptional liar.

That's actually a good skill

for women to have these days.

Look, if I weren't blind,
I'd probably have believed you.

But... you still need to train
your voice a little.

What are you after?

All right, look...

First of all,
I don't like chamomile.

I knew that.
I'll make you a coffee.

I wanted to know
when you came to the convent,

and when Nuno arrived, and why
you have such a close bond.

Right. Our father was a...

a sailor, and a widow, and...

he didn't know how
to look after us,

even when we could see.

Nuno came to the convent

just a few days
before we got here.

He was abandoned at the door.

No one knows who abandoned him,
or who he is.

And regarding
why we're all so close...

Walking the path of the Lord

by doing good
and helping others...

as you know,
that's what brings us joy.

Yes.

Your hesitation...

makes me think that you know

you'll always be a Sister,
but never a Mother.

The Lord bestows us
a mixed blessing.

But the appearance of Nuno
in our lives

has brought us great joy.

I'll make you some coffee, now.

So you haven't seen him?

Man, you're such a pain.

I already told you
that I haven't seen him.

It's just really weird, man.
He was on his corner every day,

selling whatever you want.

And now he's just disappeared?

No, thank you.

What's wrong?
Are you coming down?

No, no. Honestly, no.

I just don't need any right now.

All right, well,
I'm not gonna beg.

Whatever you want, bro,
just tell me.

I'll get it for you.

How much?



I'm already there.
But it's good, right?

-It's the really good stuff.
-Let me try.

So? How is it?

-Damn. That's good.
-For sure.

Hook me up with a gram then.

All right, let's go,
I'll try one.

All right, Alfonso.

You always had refined taste.

Just a little to make sure
it's the good stuff,

and not just baking soda,
your nose is full of holes.

-Freaking Alfonso, man!
-I knew he couldn't resist.

Alfonso.

Where've you been?
I was looking for you.

All good?

He's here with his friends.
You're not needed.

Well, I'm Alfonso's friend, too.

So, are we partying, or what?

-Come on, share a little.
-If you want some, you pay.

Come on, just share a little.
We're friends.

-Here, man.
-Look out.

Cut it out!

Come here!

-What are you doing?
-What do you want?

You want me to call the cops?

You stay in town! Stay here!

We're going to get you, priest!

Sure. It'll be the best money
you ever spent.

What the hell are you doing?
What the hell's wrong with you?

-Who do you think you are?
-Listen to me, Alfonso.

Don't touch me.
You're not my father.

-I know I'm not, but listen...
-You're not my father.

Don't touch me, dammit.
"Listen to me".

You have no freaking idea
about my life, you hear me?

-You have to let me explain,
-You have no freaking idea...

Please, just let me explain...
Let me explain!

Two methadone withdrawals,

one for Vivitrol.

I nearly died four times.

Once from an overdose...

Another time,
I thought I could fly.

I almost drowned in my own vomit
one time in a toilet.

The only reason I'm here dealing
with your bullshit

is 'cause one day a priest came

and pulled me out
of the sh*t, literally.

And it's thanks to God
I'm here to tell you,

because my brother can't.

So that's why I have the right
to talk about this

and slap you around if you ever
fall back into this!

You nearly drowned in a toilet?

Yes. It was a chaotic time
in my life.

So what did that priest do?

First, he gave me a shower...

Then he took me out for a beer.

It helps the transition.

Then, I guess I'll take a beer.

Come on.

-Emilia!
-What is it?

-Now what happened?
-I went to the Brotherhood.

-And?
-Who do you think I saw,

crucified, head down,
for the whole world to see?

Holy Madonna,
Father, you're scaring me.

-Saint Peter.
-Yeah! He died a long time ago.

The famous painting!
The Salimbeni depiction.

They have it there,
for everyone to see.

God forgive me,
but apart from the fact...

that they're idiots,
they're brazen!

They have it in the office,
for the love of God.

It's a famous painting.
That's normal.

Sure, but why not Christ?

Because Christ was head up,
maybe that's just...

No! Because...
because they're...

They're obsessed
with punishment.

They're obsessed with control.

Look, let's just think
for a little...

Sure. If you want
we can think a lot.

Imagine, or let's assume,
that the Brotherhood

wanted to punish Bustamante.

They wanted to punish him,
they...

wanted to make an example
and have everyone find out.

How would you have done it?

Io lo crocifissio head down.

Are you making fun of me?

Isn't that what you
wanted me to say?

You're laughing at me?

How about
we just have a recap then?

When they punished
the Mayoress, what did they do?

They bathed her in the blood
of innocent lambs. But why?

Because they're obsessed
with biblical punishments.

They're fanatics, Sister.
They're crazy.

Fine, but why'd
they punish Bustamante?

I have a couple ideas
but I'm not sure.

And...

I think I know
how to figure it out.

Well, it would take
a lot of prayers

for them to win
the championship.

But, hey, we can always hope.

-Here.
-Thank you.

Don't get carried away
with the beer, though. Okay?

There's no point jumping
from the pan into the fire.

No, no. I don't plan to.

Have you ever been to rehab?

Of course.

Three times now,
and three different clinics.

But...

-Nothing?
-A lost cause.

-Did you... find it easy?
-No.

No, good things in life
aren't easy, unfortunately.

The thing that upsets me most
is that I hurt my mom.

You know?

I love her more
than anything in life.

No. That's not true.

What's not true?

You don't love her
more than anything,

'cause you love
getting high more.

Or not?

When you know
how much it hurts her,

and the damage it's doing
to you, and you still get high,

then getting high must be
what you care about the most.

Or not?

What the hell do you mean, man?

It'll help if you admit it.

Say it out loud:

"Getting high is more important
than my mother".

Getting high's more important
than mom.

Once again.

"Getting high is more important
than my mother".

Getting high is more
important than my mother.

Again.

Getting high is more important
to me than my mother.

Again.

Getting high is more
important than my mother.

Again.

Getting high is more
important than my mother.

Sister, I wouldn't ask
if it wasn't important.

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

You have too much faith in me.

Well... I... I don't know.

No, No... Shouldn't you
keep investigating?

This is a part
of the investigation, Sister.

Please, Sister.

Father, if you have any hunches,
you should go to the police.

Not to me.

But I'd rather come to you.

You need to go to the police.

Tell them your suspicions.
That would be best.

Yes, maybe that would be best.

Thank you.

Father.

I know you believe in God.

And that we've both dedicated
our lives to His service.

But do you believe in the Devil?

Yes.

Have you never wondered
whether these feelings,

these... visions

that we see as messages
from the Holy Ghost,

are actually just coming
from the Devil?

Yes.

Bernal, please.
I was nearly worried to death.

Bernal, wait.

Bernal, please, we need to talk.

Very well, I spent the day
turning it over in my head,

and you know what?

I have no idea what to say,
so I'll just listen to you.

Please, Bernal, we can't just
act like everything's fine.

Look, we have two options.

We either pretend
everything's fine,

or I tear it all down.

I don't want to say anything
I might regret.

And one other thing.

Cut the whole
we need to talk thing,

like some marital dispute
that can be fixed by talking,

because I'm this close
to losing my cool.

Wait for me here?

Are you sure it's not dangerous?

If I'm not back in 15 minutes,
call the cops.

Smettila.

-Father, how was your Zoom?
-My Zoom?

-Yes.
-What Zoom?

Yeah, the thing I told you.
Yes... it was just a Meet.

I get confused, 'cause there
are so many platforms now.

It was just a... Well, it was
just a friend of my mother's

who was sick with an infection,
complications.

-These things happen.
-I'm sorry.

We should keep talking
about your Congregation.

-I'm very interested.
-Of course.

Once I have all the details,
you'll be even more interested.

And... if you don't mind me
asking, what are you doing here?

-We were very worried.
-About what?

Our Brother, Belisario.

We haven't heard from him
since yesterday,

so we just filed a report.

Right, and...

he hasn't reached out
to you in any way?

-No.
-Not at all.

-No messages, no calls.
-How strange.

Well... if there's
anything I can do to help,

-let me know.
-Thank you.

Yes, perhaps you could tell us

about the boats
your friend mentioned.

What boats?

No, no, Father.

Forget it.
Please forgive Brother Gaitán.

He's still very upset
about the m*rder of Joaquín.

-I'm sure.
-And now this with Belisario.

Our community
is usually quite peaceful,

and we're not used to having
that kind of thing happen.

Well, sure.
You'd never get used to a...

an actual crucifixion, you know?

Our life isn't an exciting one,
Father,

as you know, it's dull...

Yes, it's very quiet.

That's why we dedicate ourselves
to charity,

and prayer...

and why we're so indispensable
to the Holy Church.

And if our people attacked,
we defend ourselves.

Are you saying that to me?

No, Father, please, not at all.

Don't be so dramatic, Gaitán.

Look, why don't we discuss
this later?

Call me, we'll meet,
and you can tell me

about how to access that funding
you mentioned before.

Yeah.

So you stayed up all night?

Those are the joys of youth,
you know?

Don't you want to get some rest?

Do you want to get some rest?

-No.
-Me neither.

I want to see my mom.

-What? Does that sound cheesy?
-No.

Well, yeah, but it's great.

You deserve a happy ending.

Do you know what you could do,
with the money you saved today?

Why not take her out to lunch?

Take her out to lunch.
You'll see.

Hold on a second.

-Pedro.
-Simón.

They disappeared Belisario.

-What are you saying?
-It was the damn Brotherhood.

We need to meet somewhere
so we can talk.

Yeah, yeah, sure. I'm on my way.

Dammit. I'm going to have
to leave you, man.

-Damn it, damn it.
-What's wrong?

It's Xiana's Insta post.
Look here.

It's in English, so...

"Life is a freaking joke."
"Life is but a joke."

It's like... "Life is a sh*t."

Yes, "Life is a sh*t."

One day they tell you,
"This is your dad, love him,"

and the next day
they say he's not.

"Stop loving him."

Dammit, man.
More problems for the town.

-Does she have many followers?
-The whole village follows her.

She hasn't stopped posting
pictures and messages

about Porto da Lúa
since she got here.

Everybody likes her.

I need to go.
We'll talk later, okay?

We'll talk later.

And they threatened me,
a priest, in broad daylight.

What do we do, Simón?
What do you think?

I don't know.
To be honest, I have no idea.

-They're sick.
-Yeah, I know.

They're all fanatics,
and they think

they're on a Crusade
and they have

to exterminate all the infidels.

Anabel
said they know everything.

She said they controlled
everything.

And they have The Crucifixion
of Saint Peter

in the office
of their institute.

Corina almost passed out

when I gave the bloodstained
fabric to her.

Simón, the Brotherhood
punished Bustamante.

Yeah, but why?

When basic policing
says they don't have any motive.

I know that, and that's why
I've been thinking

about this for days.
I've been thinking and thinking

and thinking and thinking...

-Don't get hurt.
-Don't think so much.

And then, I came up
with something.

Do you... remember
when we met Bernal and Alba?

Yes.

Bustamante insisted
on being present.

Yes, the results are...
a hundred percent reliable.

I took Bernal to the lab myself.

He said, "I took Bernal
to the lab myself."

If that's true,
it doesn't add up.

I'm not saying it's bad,
but something weird's going on.

Sorry.

Alba, can you come here
for a minute?

What did she say?

She said, could you talk
to her for a minute.

She shouldn't call you Alba.
You're her mother, dammit.

Excuse me.

It's like she didn't want
to talk to Xiana.

Didn't even want to look at her.

No, no. Stop. Hold on.

We're fumbling around
in the dark,

and everyone lands where
they're most comfortable.

You really piaci Corina,

so whatever she says is Gospel.

-That's true.
-And you like the Mayoress.

Well, not like that...

I know you pretty well, hon.

Her son reminds you of your sex,
drugs and rock & roll phase.

-Not true.
-You don't even consider

that she might have k*lled
her brother to get the business.

Come on...

Atenti, all three of us
want it to be the Brotherhood

because they're nasty
and they all look evil.

They live in the Middle Ages
and are fundamentalists.

-Sure.
-Oh, I see.

So what you're saying
is that we're both basic,

-and we're idiots?
-A bit, yes.

-Well...
-I'm including myself.

Because my favorites are Alba,
Bernal, and the girl.

And I can't imagine
what they must be going through,

with everything
that just came to light.

Okay, so what do we do?

Just leave that to me.

Give me a Brandy.

INCOMING CALL ALBA

In a real glass,
not just a shot.

Somebody's popular today?

-What?
-What?

What, what?

Look, Bernal...

If you want to talk to me,
first you gotta

get that thing off your head.

-I'm sorry?
-That thing right there.

Looks like a big horn
growing out!

All right, come on!

That's enough!

Go to hell!

Why don't you say that to the
guy who screwed your wife?

Get out of here! Out!

Ciao. Buona notte.
Sorry to bother you.

Can we talk?

No.
It's not a good time, Sister.

I don't want to bother you,
but we really need to talk.

All right then. Come in.

Grazie.

Would you like a brandy?

No, thank you.
I don't think I should. Do you?

It's a little strong.

Drink it slowly.

Buono.

It's a shame...
it's such a small glass.

Well, then...

Grazie.

And your husband?

I don't know where he is.

Maybe, after some time,
you can talk.

I don't think there's anything
to talk about.

And Xiana?

She must be going
through a hard time too.

Right.

If you're here
to make me feel guilty...

Well, more guilty,

you're doing a damn good job,
Sister.

Alba, we got the DNA results
back for Xiana.

The real ones, not the ones
Joaquín swapped out

in Compostela.

Practice with me.

Seal of confession.

Nuns can't take a confession.

Well, one day we will.

Practice with me,
and I'll practice with you.

Don't expect
some big story, Sister.

You know this town.

Smaller the town,
smaller the stories.

Nothing ever changes here.

All the same people.

Sons who are just
like their fathers,

who are nearly identical
to theirs.

When I was young,
I used to think,

the way we all do at that age...

that I was different,
and that my dreams meant more.

That my intelligence

and my beauty, to an extent,

but mostly my intelligence,

would mean my life would be
different from the other girls.

That's why I made sure to study.

Most of my friends had already
stopped studying,

they thought, "What for?"

Why bother to study

when they're gonna get married,
to some guy from in-town.

He'll fish, and they'll work
on their homes.

Or at the fishery.

And they'll have kids
they'll give the same names

as everyone else,

and get old, like everyone else.

I refused. Of course I refused.

I was going to be different.

I was going to be special.

Before I even knew it,
I was married

to a guy from in-town,
living in town,

and working at the same company

where all the other girls
worked.

And I...

the girl who thought
she was the most special

and so different from the rest,

found herself up to her eyeballs
in the oldest,

most hackneyed and unoriginal
story in the world.

And having an affair
with her boss.

Head over heels in love
and totally racked with guilt.

INCOMING CALL
XIANA

I'm sorry, but, a lot of women
have the same story

and don't decide
to do what you did.

What decision
do you mean, Sister?

My only decision
was to not make a decision.

I got pregnant with Joaquín,
that's true.

Do you think Bernal
ever once questioned

whether the child was his?

Not once.

The girl arrived and he became
Xiana's happy father.

Everyone was happy.

The couple had been blessed
with a daughter.

And Bustamante knew
he was Xiana's father?

Of course he did.

I thought he should share his
fair share of blame and shame.

Or maybe I just thought...

that he would be brave.

That...

That, excited with the news,
and moved by the miracle,

he'd tell everyone in the world
that he loved me,

and that he'd stay by my side,
no matter what.

I was such a fool.

Well,
we have that sin in common.

Being a fool.

We'd better leave things
there, Sister.

You've never shared this
with anyone, have you?

Don't you think it's time
to offload

that mountain
from your shoulders?

It's horrible, I can assure you.

Don't worry.

One day we can have
a horrible stories competition.

For today, tell me yours.

When Xiana was born,

part of me
truly believed that...

Joaquín would react to it.

That he'd bet on me...
for his daughter.

But no.

He blamed me
for the whole thing.

His mindset, and his morality,
that made him the martyr.

We had sinned
beyond all imaginable limits.

But telling the truth
wasn't the answer.

The three of us

could have gone some place,
been happy, different.

But...

he would have had to admit...
his affair.

His sin.

That would have ended his life
in the Brotherhood.

And the Brotherhood...

It really was sacred to him.

So, what then?

Bustamante didn't have it in him
to take the girl himself.

The only good thing
about any of it was that...

I didn't love him anymore.

To the point that I asked myself

why I'd ever loved him
in the first place.

I stopped loving him
and hated him with a passion,

with determination,

with such a force...

that it never left at all.

And the child?

I knew they'd taken her
to Biarritz.

That she was being adopted
right away.

And I didn't want to know more.

Nothing? Never?

Never.

Until a few months ago,
Corina called me to go there,

and visit her at the convent.

You already know
the rest of the story.

Joaquín got what he deserved.

That's for sure.

Now we'll see
what's coming to me.

TEXT MESSAGE FROM XIANA

All I want
is for it happen soon.

Soon, and once and for all.

Soon and forever.

And now, Sister, if you...

If you don't mind, I beg you...

Grazie.

I'll leave you alone.

XIANA
HI, DAD