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If I have decided to write these memoirs,
it is because, deep in my heart, I harbor

The secret hope that one day a curious
reader might be able to understand me,

Or perhaps with the
longing to release the terror

That overwhelms me,
passing it on to others.

My father was the humble sacristan
of a parish in the Lurola Valley.

Thanks to the help of the
parish priest, my father secured

For me and my
three sisters a careful

Christian education. A few
kilometers from my village stood

The Basilica of Loyola,
birthplace of Saint Ignatius

And sacred sanctuary
of the Society of Jesus.

From a very young age, I admired the
Jesuits and hoped to one day become part

Of that invincible legion of defenders
of the faith and hammer of heretics.

The first years at the seminary
were very hard. Latin by day and fear

Of ghosts by night. Endless

Hours of study, difficult to
absorb for a poor peasant like me.

But even more distressing
were the years of the novitiate.

The study of theology
filled me with vertigo,

As if at every moment
the threat of doubt

Could shake my faith.

I need a man of
absolute trust to

Take care of the
education of my nephews,

They live in the Villa of the Lions, a
very beautiful house we have on the coast,

And taking charge of them when they were
orphaned, I immediately realized that it was

The ideal place for them to grow up in
good conditions, and I believe I was right.

But I suppose they must have
had other teachers before, right?

Yes, a governess, Miss
Cristina, an admirable woman who

Faithfully fulfilled her duties
until the end, a great educator,

We were all amazed at the broad
knowledge the children had acquired,

As if they had a whole team
of teachers at their service.

But it's best that you never speak to the
children about her, they were very affected.

Was there a problem?

She died.

Yes, unfortunately Miss Cristina
passed away just a year ago.

I decided to send Miquel
to a Jesuit boarding school,

You will meet him
when the holidays come.

As for Flora, I left her in
the care of Mrs. Antonia,

A good woman, a
longtime maid of the house,

Who takes care of all
the domestic matters.

Well, if the boy is in
the Jesuits, perhaps only

Someone to take care of
the girl's education is needed.

And possibly the most suitable
would be... a new governess.

You see, young man, I have thought
about it a lot, and I have come to the

Conclusion that in that house
there are already too many women.

I not only need a teacher, but also a
man capable of imposing his authority.

You are used to obeying,
aren't you? Of course.

Of course, sir.

He who knows how to obey, knows
how to command, don't you think?

I am convinced it is so.

They were just sent to me
from Cuba, would you like one?

No, no, thank you very
much. I've never smoked.

Very well. I think, young man, that we
shouldn't dwell on the matter any longer.

You were going to dedicate
yourself to teaching, and this is

A job you can perform perfectly.

There is only one
condition I want you to know.

You tell me, Count.

You must never bother
me about anything.

You will have to resolve any
difficulty that arises yourself.

Of course, you have absolute
authority over the whole house.

My administrator will make
sure the money reaches you,

And you will take care of
everything, leaving me at peace.

I made a firm
resolution not to betray

The trust that Count
had placed in me.

But I found it difficult to overcome
strange feelings of doubt and fear.

What would the children be like?

Would I manage to earn their respect
and, at the same time, their affection?

You are Don Roberto, right?

Indeed. And you
must be Mrs. Antonia.

Of course, young master.

But we weren't
expecting you today.

We were sent a message telling
us you would arrive tomorrow.

Don't worry, Antonia.

I was just preparing your room.

How wonderful, how wonderful,
young master, that you have arrived.

Pachi, come on, bring
all the luggage inside.

Come, young master, you must
be very tired from all the traveling.

Shall I prepare something
to eat, young master?

No, no, thank you.

I have no appetite.

It's a wonderful house.

Indeed, young master, indeed.

Too big.

There used to be
twenty servants.

But now I have to
manage on my own.

You alone for such a big house?

Well, two girls from the village come to
help me, but they leave in the afternoon.

And why don't
they stay overnight?

It's quite a distance
to the village.

Anyway, the girls prefer
to spend the night at home.

Very well.

And where is the girl?

I'm eager to meet her.

The truth, young master, is that
since we weren't expecting you today,

Miss Flora has gone
out of the house.

Gone out?

Alone?

Of course, alone.

And where did she go?

She went down to the beach.

But that could be
dangerous, right?

For God's sake, young master,
the girl was born by the sea.

Of course.

Well, I'll go look for her.

I want to see her
as soon as possible.

What a surprise she's
going to get, what a surprise.

Good afternoon, sir.

I was expecting you.

Wow... you were expecting me?

Well, Mrs. Antonia told me that you
wouldn't expect me until tomorrow.

Well.

Say hello to your new teacher.

But Flora... you don't
have to kiss my hand.

You kiss the hand
of priests, right?

But I never became a priest.

FLORA!

FLORA!

They're calling you.

You're mistaken, sir.

No one is calling me.

See?

The beach is empty.

FLORA!

How many trunks did you bring?

Just this one.

And all your clothes
fit in just one?

The truth is, I don't
have much clothing.

Until recently, I
lived in a seminary

And there I only
wore the cassock.

You, miss, instead of
asking so many questions,

Should go take a bath,
or the water will get cold.

You must be eager
for a bath, right?

Well... yes, of course.

Then you may have mine.

I'll put the salts in the water.

Come on, go ahead,

I'll prepare another one for
young master Roberto right away.

Should I put a lot of
salts in the bath, sir?

As you wish.

I'll put some scented salts...

That you'll love.

She really is a
wonderful creature.

Indeed she is, young
master, indeed she is.

By the way,

What was she like?

Who?

The late governess.

Miss Cristina, well...

She was young.

And beautiful.

Very beautiful.

She came from England.

I didn't know she was foreign.

Not at all.

She was from Madrid.

The thing is, sir
brought her from London,

Where she was working as a
governess for a Spanish diplomat's family.

And sir brought her here?

Sir has always
taken personal care

In choosing everyone
who works under his orders.

And he is very demanding.

You may go to the bath now, sir.

Flora, you don't
have to call me sir.

And what should I call you?

Well, call me teacher.

Very well, teacher.

You may go to the bath.

It's lukewarm now.

If you don't get in
soon, it will get cold.

Come on, hurry up.

Go on, Flora.

Leave me alone.

Why?

Don't you want me
to help you bathe?

I'll explain it to you
more calmly later.

It's not proper that
a young lady like you

Helps a gentleman with
such intimate matters.

And now, please, leave me alone.

As you wish, teacher.

Please, teacher.

I see you are very pious, Flora.

That makes me very happy.

Do you say that because
you saw me pray?

Of course.

I imagine you pray when you
go to bed and when you wake up.

Yes.

I pray a lot.

I pray that God gives
peace to all of us.

To the living and the dead.

Tonight I will
sleep very happily.

I am so glad that you came.

Truly, I am very glad.

Me too, Flora.

I am very happy

To have come to this house.

How I wish my brother were here

So they could meet.

Well.

In a couple of months
he will be with us.

As soon as summer comes.

Miquel will return very soon.

Very well, Flora.

But now you must go to bed.

Tomorrow I want to
show you the whole house.

Until tomorrow,
God willing, Flora.

Until tomorrow, teacher.

Sleep well.

This way.

Is there nothing
else left to see?

No.

And where does this door lead?

It's locked.

It's my uncle's office.

No one may enter here.

Very well.

Let's go to the garden.

It's a wonderful morning.

While my little guide

With her golden
hair and blue dress

Sparkled and skipped ahead of me

Around the corners
of the old walls

And along the garden,

It seemed to me I was
in an enchanted castle

Inhabited by an angel
with rosy cheeks.

In a place that made fairy tales

And the most beautiful children's
stories pale in comparison.

I didn't start to fall asleep
slowly or daydream.

Wasn't it all, after all, a wonderful
tale that carried me away from reality?

Young master Roberto,
the postman has come.

Let's hope it's good news.

Thank you, Antonia.

You're welcome, young master.

Who is it from?

It's from your uncle, Count.

Does it say he's
coming to see us?

No.

He's sending a letter
from your brother's school.

Flora, why did you tell me the other day
that your brother would come very soon?

It's raining.

Mrs. Antonia...

Jesus, young master... I was already
afraid you'd get caught in the shower.

The letter is from Count...

It's from Miquel's school...

The sir writes me some
lines in which he says...

This letter comes
from Miquel's school.

Read it and deal directly with
the head of the boarding school.

I beg you not to speak a
word to me about the matter.

I'm traveling to Buenos Aires.

Oh, young master, the
Count is always the same.

He never lets himself
be bothered for anything.

But do you know what
the headmaster says?

That they've expelled the boy.

They're sending him here.

But why?

Read it yourself.

I can't read, young master.

Well, it says...

But is the boy really that bad?

Is that what the friars say?

Well, they don't give details.

They explain that,
much to their regret,

They cannot keep him
any longer at the school.

Why?

Because...

...reading between the lines,

I've deduced that they
are forced to expel him

Because he could be a
danger to the other students.

Yes, yes, that's what it says.

That he is a danger
to the other children.

Young master Miquel.

How can he be a danger?

You see.

That's why they're
expelling him.

But that's horrible.

How can they say such things
about young master Miquel?

He's barely thirteen years old.

At that age, one already
starts to stop being a child.

Stop hesitating, young master.

And don't let those
friars influence you.

Anyway.

I mean that you'll
see for yourself.

Once you meet
young master Miquel,

You'll realize he's the most
charming child in the world.

Miquel.

Well, the rest of
us are waiting too.

Young master Miquel.

Young master Miquel.

What a joy, young master.

Who is this gentleman?

Well, well, he is...

I thought your uncle
would have told you.

He's our new teacher.

I haven't seen my
uncle in a long time.

He hasn't sent
you a letter either?

No.

He's always very busy.

Anyway, it's a pleasure
to meet you, sir.

May I come in?

Please do.

You see, Miquel.

Perhaps this conversation shouldn't
take place here, in your room.

Why not?

Because...

...it's a serious conversation,
and perhaps we should have it in...

...the library.

Or in your uncle's office.

But never mind.

You're going to
get cold, aren't you?

Not at all.

It's a fine night.

But if you prefer, I
can put my shirt on.

No, it's fine as it is.

Please, sit down.

I've read the letter your school
principal sent to your uncle.

Apparently, you've
been expelled.

Do you really think that's true?

Well...

Of course...

...don't you understand?

They've sent you home
before the holidays.

And worst of all, they
don't want you back.

Well, if that's the
case, I'm glad.

I don't want to go back either.

Miquel, I don't understand
how you can speak like that.

You've been expelled from school,
and that's a very serious matter.

I need you to explain
what happened.

Listen to me, Miquel.

Your uncle has delegated
all his authority to me.

No wonder.

He's always needed
someone to trust

To take care of us so
he can be left in peace.

We're too much
of a burden for him.

Come on, Miquel.

Don't say that.

You know I'm telling the truth.

The truth.

The only truth is that above all,
you must love and respect your uncle.

I love my uncle very much.

But it's sad...

...very sad...

...that my sister and
I have been left...

...
so alone.

But why do you say now?

Now, precisely, I'm
here to take care of you.

And attend to all your needs.

Come on, Miquel...

Don't cry.

You know that men...

...must not cry.

Suddenly I realized that Miquel
was a child in need of tenderness.

And not of reproaches.

I had to help him.

That huge house appeared
to me like a drifting ship...

...with a handful of
passengers aboard, and I...

...strangely...

...held the helm.

And I began to feel...

...an irresistible desire to see
that one room I had never entered.

It was the gentleman's
office, and therefore...

...without a doubt...

...I had to occupy it.

As the rightful
guardian of his trust...

...and his authority.

Hello, teacher.

These cursed
trousers are too tight.

Then tell Mrs.
Antonia to fix them...

In this house, old
clothes are not repaired...

...they are thrown away
or given to the poor.

Miquel, how long
have you been here?

I don't know... twenty
minutes... half an hour.

Then you must have seen him.

Who?

The man who was
here, on the terrace.

There was no one here but me.

It can't be. Just a few minutes ago,
I saw him peeking into the garden.

It was a man
...

It was me. You must
not have noticed carefully.

Maybe.

Miquel, are you sure
of what you're saying?

Why? Do you doubt my word?

No, no, it's a matter
of doubt, Miquel.

But I assure you I'm
ready to find out everything.

Understand?

Absolutely everything.

Is something wrong,
young master?

What's the matter?

I saw him.

He was by the office window.

It was that man.

Who?

It was him.

You must know him.

He's in the photo in the office.

Next to the gentleman.

My God.

You don't know
what you're saying.

I'm sure it was the
man in the photograph.

I recognized him immediately.

Pedro Braña.

Is that his name?

Pedro.

He died a year ago.

He died?

Since childhood, he had always
been in the service of Señor Conde.

But he died.

Good morning, Father.

Good morning.

You're the new teacher of
Señor Conde's nephews, right?

That's right, Father.

Last Sunday I saw you at Mass,
and I was told you had just arrived.

If it weren't for the
distance between the church

And the Villa of the Lions,
I'd come to Mass every day.

I spent several years
in a Jesuit seminary.

And besides, my
father is a sacristan.

Very good, son.

I see that this time
Señor Conde has chosen

A virtuous person to
look after his nephews.

Wasn't the previous
governess virtuous?

Come with me, son.

Look, there rests the
body of that woman.

I don't understand.

Why is she buried
outside the cemetery?

Understand this.

With her tragic end, we couldn't
bury her in sacred ground.

But how did she die?

Don't you know?

She committed suicide.

Antonia!

Why did you hide something
so important from me?

What do you mean?

I mean how she died.

Who, Miss Cristina?

Yes.

You never told me
she committed suicide.

Forgive me.

I imagined you already knew.

I thought Señor had told you.

He didn't.

He also kept it from me.

Look, Antonia, I...

...can't go on like this.

Surrounded by secrets.

After what happened last night...

...I need to know everything
that has happened in this house.

Last night...

...you have to forget
it, young master.

It was just your imagination.

That's what the village
priest told me as well.

Then listen to him, since
you won't listen to me.

But I am completely sure.

You don't understand, Antonia.

If it weren't true
that I saw him...

...how could I have
described him so accurately?

Simply because I had
just seen the portrait.

Calm down.

You're worrying for nothing.

Young master, let's go.

The children must be waiting
for you in the dining room.

Did you say that
man was the servant?

Well, at first he was
just another servant.

Then, with the master,
they got along very well.

They went hunting together
and spent afternoons alone.

Talking, drinking, having fun.

When the master left...

...Pedro stayed to
take care of the house.

And he died a year ago, right?

Yes.

More or less...

...when Miss Cristina...

...a month before.

Mrs. Antonia.

Tell me, young master.

How did that man die?

And I ask you, this time,
not to hide anything from me.

He used to go down
to the village frequently.

To get drunk with the other men.

But he always returned at dusk.

That night
...

...he didn't come back.

It was horrible.

He appeared there.

Next to those columns.

His forehead was sunken.

As if he had been hit hard.

So his forehead was...

...
sunken.

It was a very cold night.

Maybe he slipped on the ice and...

...was unconscious
until he bled out.

Who knows.

He was such a violent man.

Anyway.

One shouldn't
speak ill of the dead.

Didn't you tell me that the children
were waiting for me in the dining room?

Well, that's what I thought.

They must have been
playing somewhere.

I'll go find them.

For heaven's sake, young master.

I beg you not to speak
of that man to the children.

Don't remind them.

Miquel adored
him.

But how is it possible that
Miquel adored a man like that?

It wasn't the child's fault.

It was Pedro's way.

His bad ways, I would say.

He liked to play with Miquel.

I mean, he loved to pamper him.

Pedro took too many liberties.

Too many liberties?

With the child?

Too many liberties.

With everyone.

How beautiful it is.

Give it here.

Silly.

It does nothing.

I know.

Come on, come on.

The bath is ready.

(children's voices playing)

No, no! Not there,
you'll hurt me!

Hello, teacher.

What are you doing here?

You see.

We're bathing and playing.

But...

Both together.

Naked.

Do you mind?

Yes.

Very much.

We've always done it like this.

Well, I don't want
you to do it again.

You are...

...too old now.

Get out of there and
dress immediately.

I'll wait for you
in the study room.

Yes, young master.

The truth is the children have
always been used to bathing together.

But don't take it the wrong way.

It's an innocent game.

Don't be so sure, Antonia.

For heaven's sake, young master.

You yourself told
me this morning that

Miquel and that man spent
the whole day together.

Those kinds of company are
very harmful for a child his age.

It's already very difficult for
me to trust Miquel's innocence.

Well, I...

What you should have done was
prevent the child from having that company.

I wasn't authorized to do that.

And Miss Cristina?

Why did she allow it?

Why did she authorize the
child to spend hours and hours

With a drunken and
quarrelsome servant?

Miss Cristina was incapable of contradicting Pedro in anything.

But why?

She was the governess.

Why wouldn't she dare contradict
and put a servant in order?

Allow me to respect
the memory of the dead.

I don't understand.

Why is she buried
outside the cemetery?

Understand this.

Because of her tragic end, we
couldn't bury her in a sacred place.

But how did she die?

Don't you know?

She committed suicide.

She threw herself into
the sea from the cliffs.

It was horrifying to see her corpse
when the waves dragged it to the shore.

It's already noon.

At this time, I always
feed the pigeons.

May I go?

All right.

Ah, tell Antonia to
start preparing the table.

We'll be upstairs shortly.

Very well,
teacher. I'll tell her.

Who is that...

Woman?

What woman?

For heaven's sake.

How can you be so
sure they appear to you?

It's horrible.

Something... something infernal.

Indeed.

It's something infernal.

Flora has seen her too.

Did you tell the girl?

Of course not.

She lied to me.

Miss Flora has
never been untruthful.

Don't you understand?

Flora and Miquel know.

They know these monstrous
beings constantly haunt the house.

But they would have told
someone. They would be horrified.

Sit down, Antonia. Sit
down and listen to me.

The children's souls
are in grave danger.

And what can we do?

Do you believe me?

Or do you think all of
this is just my imagination?

Please be honest.

I am convinced you know
much more than you let on.

Isn't that so?

All I know...

...is that the late governess, Miss
Cristina, and that servant, Pedro Braña...

...were two despicable beings.

Did they love each other?

Right?

That cannot be called love.

They were like
two beasts in heat.

Watching them was disgusting.

When he came
home drunk at night...

...she was waiting
for him like a dog...

...ready to endure
the worst from him.

But did he mistreat her?

I've seen him throw
her to the floor.

And she looked at him with true
desire for him to keep hitting her.

Without any shame.

Without any pride.

But the children?

Didn't they see
all that scandal?

Sometimes.

They would lock themselves in a
room with the governess and Pedro...

...for hours together.

And there they
would spend hours.

I heard their laughter.

Their screams.

These children
can still be saved.

I beg you, Antonia.

We have to try.

Are you willing to help me?

Of course.

Count on me for
anything you need.

Well, now it's your turn.

We've changed our minds.

We won't sing.

Why?

Didn't we agree on that?

We thought of something
that you will like much more.

Really?

Flora will accompany me
on the piano while I recite

Some verses that you
surely know very well.

All right.

Go ahead.

Where did you hide,
my beloved, leaving me

With a groan, like the
wounded deer that fled?

I went after you calling,
and you were already gone.

Shepherds who wander
over the hills to the meadows,

If by chance you
see the one whom

I love most, tell her that
I suffer, grieve, and die.

What's the matter, teacher?

Didn't you like the verses?

I've been looking for
you all over the garden.

Oh, really?

Well, we had told you we were
coming to play on the swings.

Did you tell me that?

Yes, of course.

Don't you remember?

It's a wonderful morning.

Why don't we go
down to the beach?

Very good idea.

A walk would do us good.

Great.

I'd love to go for a swim.

In the sea?

Of course.

In the sea.

But it could be dangerous.

The water will be freezing.

Don't worry, teacher.

They've always swum.

Even in the middle of winter.

They.

Who do you mean?

Well, my uncle.

Anyway, everyone.

Why didn't you like the verses
that Miquel recited last night?

But... but I liked them very much.

Then why did you
make a strange face?

Do you think it was me
who made a strange face?

The problem is that it
wasn't exactly the verses.

I mean, Miquel
is still very young.

And he must be very
careful with certain readings.

He could misinterpret
the meaning of things.

Don't think so.

Miquel loves books.

He knows thousands
of poems by heart.

Maybe it's not a
misinterpretation problem.

Perhaps it's a
matter of feelings.

Very dangerous feelings.

Do you know what I mean?

Right, Flora?

You know what I mean, don't you?

Believe me.

If you wanted to help me...

Help you?

With what?

Help!

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Miquel!

Miquel!

I can't get out!

Help!

Miquel!
Miquel!

Help me!

Do something!

Help him get out!

I can't. I don't
know how to swim.

My God, he's drowning.

What a scare, Miquel!

What a horrible scare!

Miquel, Miquel,
are you all right?

I got a cramp in my leg.

I couldn't swim.

But it passed quickly.

It was just a little scare.

Nothing more.

You're perfectly fine, boy.

You don't even
need to stay in bed.

Get up as soon as possible.

Is there really no
danger, doctor?

No, none.

Of course, I assume you're
aware of the boy's condition.

...
What do you mean?

He was born with
a slight heart defect.

The Count hadn't
mentioned anything to me.

Ah, the Count, the Count.

It's really unforgivable the neglect
these children have suffered.

Neither did Mrs.
Antonia mention anything.

Well, poor woman.

Don't blame her.

What does she know?

She never took
these things seriously.

She thinks the boy is
healthier than anyone.

And in fact, she's not wrong.

The boy can lead a
completely normal life.

The only things that affect
him are frights and shocks.

So they must be
avoided at all costs.

I understand.

I suppose the previous governess
was aware of this problem.

Undoubtedly.

And both she and that servant...

Always made sure that Miquel and
Flora lived happily and peacefully.

I've made a decision.

Tomorrow I'm going to the city.

I need to speak
urgently with the Count.

But the Count said in his letter
that he was leaving on a trip.

You know as well as I
do that it's just an excuse

To leave us alone.

I've tried not to bother him,
but I can't go on like this.

Things are going too far.

But, sir, I'm sure
you can fix everything.

The children obey you
and respect you greatly.

I can't keep living with them.

Because they don't live with us.

Neither you nor I are
part of their true life.

Look at them.

What do you think
they're talking about?

Who knows.

I suppose their own things.

They're talking
about themselves.

Yes, Antonia.

About those
horrendous creatures.

I'm going shopping.

Do you want me to
pick them up later?

Don't worry. Go
straight to the house.

I'd like the priest to speak with
the children as long as possible.

As you wish.

See you later.

A donation for charity.

For this poor cripple
who cannot earn it.

What happened?

Pray a lot for him.

Only God can help him.

Forgive me.

Miquel.

Are you there?

No, teacher.

Miquel isn't in his room.

And where is he?

He told me that tonight...

He wanted to be
in our uncle's office.

Ah... I understand.

Miquel.

Yes, teacher.

No, nothing.

Come on, teacher.

You were going to
ask me something.

And I know what it is.

You want to ask me what happened
this morning at the church with the priest.

And I'll tell you.

I have no reason to hide it.

He refused to
give me absolution.

Because I told
him I wasn't sorry.

That I couldn't be sorry for
something I am willing to keep doing.

That I couldn't be sorry for
something I am willing to keep doing.

That I am willing to keep doing.

And there they
spent hours together.

And I heard their laughter.

Their screams.

Miquel adored
him.

He liked playing with Miquel.

I mean, he loved pampering him.

Well, yes. I pray a lot.

I pray that God gives
peace to all of us.

To the living and the dead.

Understand this.

The parish priest
is already very old.

And he cannot
understand certain things.

At school I confessed
to a Jesuit father.

He was a great theologian.

And he really knew
how to understand me.

Until they expelled you.

Do you think it's necessary
to talk about that topic again?

No.

Neither about this topic,
nor about any other.

What's the matter, teacher?

Haven't you found Miquel?

Flora.

How is it possible that
you have the doll here?

I always sleep with it.

And these flowers?

You don't like them?

I picked them from the garden.

The basket of
food, young master.

Antonia, tell the
coachman he may go.

I've decided to cancel the trip.

I'm staying.

I'm so glad, young master.

But what made you
change your mind?

And the children?

They're having breakfast.

That woman had the audacity
to appear in my very bed.

She was waiting for me to leave
so she could occupy it again.

She was crying.

Crying?

She wanted to make me feel pity.

She wanted me to pity her.

But how could I
pity a being like that?

A woman so unworthy who
let herself be passionately taken

By a man so brutal and ruthless.

You told me he had
a blow to the head.

She murdered him, taking
advantage of the fact that he was drunk.

But their passions are
stronger than their hates.

That's why they want to
remain together even after death.

And for that, they need to
seize the children's souls.

To possess them.

My God.

That's why I'm staying.

I cannot abandon the
children in these conditions.

I cannot allow those monsters to
become the masters of this house again.

Never again.

(WHISPERS)

See? The boy is already a man.

Flora...

What are you doing in my room?

I woke up. I don't
know, I don't feel well.

Go to your room immediately!

You have to lie down right
away. You'll catch a cold.

There's someone in
the garden, teacher.

Someone?

But it's Miquel.

Miquel, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Looking at the house.

I like to admire it like this.

In silence.

When everyone is asleep.

When everyone is asleep?

It seems that tonight
we're all awake.

It seems so.

By the way, teacher.

Why don't you
accompany me to my room?

I'd like to talk with you.

Honestly.

Really, Miquel?

Do you really want
to be sincere with me?

Of course, teacher.
Let's go inside.

Come in, teacher.

Miquel, why did you
put that portrait there?

It's a photograph of my uncle.

I like having it here.

But your uncle isn't alone.

No.

He's not alone.

Before...

...you had a crucifix there.

What did you do with it?

I put it in the closet.

After all, God is everywhere.

Good.

What did you want
to talk to me about?

You were going to
leave the house, right?

Yes.

But you changed your mind.

Indeed.

Why?

What worries you?

That I wanted to leave?

Or that I decided to stay?

I'm worried...

...that you're worried.

Believe me.

We all prefer that
you stay by our side.

All of you?

Who is "all of you"?

Well, all of us.

Mrs. Antonia.

Flora.

Me.

Really.

If you wanted...

...it would all be easier.

And what would I have to do?

Very simple.

Love us.

Love us as we are.

But I adore you.

And I also adore this house.

I spent my best years
locked in a seminary cell.

Or in my father's house.

Living here meant for me...

...a wonderful dream.

And what happened?

Why have you started
to hate this house?

And us?

But I don't hate you, Miquel.

How can you say that?

Sometimes you look at us as if...

...as if you were afraid of us.

What are you afraid of?

From tonight...

...I've decided not
to feel fear again.

I know...

...
that...

...the truth always triumphs.

We will win, Miquel.

You'll see.

Now sleep peacefully.

Have confidence.

God is on our side.

Do you write to
your home, teacher?

No, Miquel.

To your uncle.

I imagine you'll tell him
that I am a very bad boy.

Isn't that true?

I tell him that I
consider it essential...

...that he comes to
the Villa of the Lions.

I don't think I'll succeed.

I think I will.

As soon as he reads
my explanations...

...I'm sure he will
understand the reasons...

...that lead me to call him.

Where is Flora?

She just went out.

Where did she go?

I don't know.

Flora.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Playing with my doll.

And to play with that horrible doll
you had to come all the way here?

She likes to watch the low tide.

She?

Who?

My doll.

Please, don't say stupid things.

Did you hear me?

I won't allow you to
talk nonsense to me!

But what did I say?

I didn't want to offend you.

It's not only what you say.

It's what you keep silent.

And especially
what you're doing.

But am I doing something wrong?

You know very well what I mean.

Why did you do it? It's my doll!

I know you've never
liked it, but it's mine.

Do you understand?
It's mine, and I love it!

I love it!

You've never told
me who gave it to you.

I don't remember.

Do you want me to remind you?

Huh?

Do you want me to remind you?

It was her.

Who?

Her.

Miss Cristina.

That's why you came, right?

To see her!

Look at her.

There she is.

It's your dear Miss Cristina.

Don't try to keep fooling me.

I know you're watching her!

No, no, I'm not watching her!

Admit it.
She's there.

By the shore.

No, no! She's dead, dead!

I know!

I know she's dead!

But even though she is
dead, she hasn't left you.

You need to keep
control of yourself!

I'm scared.

I'm scared.

Are you scared?

Are you afraid of her?

No!

I'm afraid of you!

You're cruel!

Cruel!

Ruthless!

I hate you! I hate you!

But...
Flora!

I wish she would die right now!

What are you saying, Flora?

I want her to die!

I want her to die!

You...

You're the one
who should be dead.

Ah!

Have you calmed down?
-A little.

I was about to bring you dinner.

It's terrible.

The girl was saying
horrible things.

Dirty words...

Well... I'd almost call
them blasphemies.

I don't know where she could
have learned that language.

We both know very well whose
blasphemies and language those are...

We can't blame
the girl for that.

Has she said anything
about Miss Cristina?

Yes, but only to tell me it
was a lie that she had seen her.

But you won't
believe her, right?

I only believe what I see.

Mrs. Antonia, don't
pretend now to play innocent.

When I arrived at this
house, you were scared.

Like the other maids who
don't dare stay the night here.

Do you think I didn't
notice from the start?

Terrible things had
happened, very terrible.

But they had already passed.

Little by little we were
starting to forget them.

Tomorrow you will leave
with the girl to the city.

It's necessary that you
take her urgently to her uncle.

Ah, and tell the other girls not
to come here until they are told.

But will you stay here alone?

Not alone.

With Miquel.

I'm sure he will end
up telling me everything.

For God's sake, young master.

Think carefully about
what you're going to do.

There's nothing to discuss.

Remember that I have all the
authority and responsibility here.

Flora and you will
leave tomorrow morning.

Understood?

And what do you want
me to tell the gentleman?

The truth.

The truth?

Are you sure you want
me to tell you the truth?

Yes.

Absolutely sure.

Antonia.

Did you take the letter?

What letter?

The one I wrote to Count.

No, I haven't touched it at all.

Ah, of course. It must
have been Miquel.

The young master would
never do something like that.

How could he take the letter?

Well, it doesn't matter.

I'll speak with him alone.

Well, if we don't leave right away,
we'll reach the city late at night.

I prefer not to say
goodbye to her.

Give her a big kiss from me
and tell her I love her very much.

That I do everything
for her good.

For her good and Miquel's.

You will tell her.

Right?

Yes, young master.

I will tell her.

Well.

I couldn't imagine you
were setting the table.

Of course.

You sent the rest
of the staff away...

See.

Tonight it will be just
you and me for dinner.

I think that's fine.

How wonderful.

I feel as if I were the
master of the house.

Who is going to dine alone

With his most loyal servant.

And the dinner?

Will you serve it too?

Why not?

It's not a very
uncomfortable task.

If you're not feeling
well, I can do it.

I feel perfectly fine.

Really?

Well, I notice you're nervous.

Nervous.

Even more.

I'd say you're scared.

Supposing...

Supposing that were true...

Why do you think I'm scared?

I don't know.

I don't read other
people's minds.

But...

...I imagine certain things.

Poor Flora.

Do you really think it was
necessary to take her away from here?

This house didn't suit her.

It made her uneasy.

I love Flora.

And I know how she feels
before she even realizes it herself.

I know she adores this house.

She felt so happy.

As happy as I feel.

Really?

Very happy?

Are you, Miquel?

Miquel!

Miquel.

Calm down, please.

You. You're the one
asking me to calm down.

Alright.

Alright.

Let's try...

...to calm down together.

Why did you want to
stay alone with me?

Because we have to face...

...the truth once and for all.

But what truth are
you talking about?

What do you intend?

Miquel, don't start like that.

I assure you, this time
you can't deceive me.

I know everything.

Flora told me what you did
to her yesterday on the beach.

Yes.

And what exactly
did she tell you?

Nothing.

She started to speak.

But she couldn't continue.

She screamed.

She screamed. She only screamed.

I am incapable of
hurting you in the slightest.

I only try to save you.

I beg you to believe me, Miquel.

I was raised to
love my neighbor.

And to help them.

Even to help those
who reject my help.

Even if it causes them pain.

I know you are a good boy.

And that whatever you did...

...whatever you did.

It's not your fault.

But I didn't do anything.

And that sin.

That sin you don't
want to repent for.

You know that such things should
only be discussed with a confessor.

But I suppose you can talk to me

About the reasons you
were expelled from school.

It must have been.

Because I'm different.

But you're not, Miquel.

You're just like any other boy.

Lie.

Yes.

You're lying.

You also see me as different.

And that's why I frighten you.

I suppose you say that...

...because you read the
letter I wrote to your uncle.

Because you were
the one who took it.

Right?

Yes.

It was me.

And...

What did you
discover in the letter?

Nothing.

When I started reading it, I heard
footsteps and threw it into the fire.

Do you usually take
things that aren't yours?

Is that why you were
expelled from school?

No. I'm not a thief.

Then tell me once
and for all what you did.

Maybe it was...

...because I said things.

What things?

Well, something I knew

And the other boys didn't.

You shocked them, right?

That wasn't my intention.

Besides, I only told a few.

The ones I loved most.

Do you want me to
tell you who made you

...a danger to everyone?

It was him, right? It was him!

Leave me! I don't know what
you're talking about! Leave me alone!

He's the one who
should leave you alone!

How dare you tell me that? You
know it's impossible! Impossible!

What are you looking
for? What do you want?

Unless you believe it yourself,
because you've gone mad.

Miquel!

Yes. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy!

That's why he asks questions, and
more questions, desperately seeking

For us to tell him
that he's right.

But I warn you, you won't
scare me like you scared Flora.

I'm no longer a child.

You were wrong.

Yes. Absolutely.

You should never have
entered the Villa of the Lions.

You should have stayed
a novice in the convent.

Or in the sacristy with your father,
lighting and extinguishing candles.

Or ringing the bells to see if
that could scare away the ghosts

That you have trapped in your
poor pious village-head mind.

Miquel, those insults,
those terrible insults,

I forgive you, I forgive
you from my heart.

Tell me you regret it, tell me.

Your regret alone is enough for
that man to never appear again.

If you repent, he will
go, he will go forever.

No! You're mad!

Confess! Confess
everything to me!

Tell me you regret it!

Look! There he is!

No!

He can't be here!

He can't!

If you want, he will
leave, he will leave forever.

It hurts me so much!

It hurts!

You don't want to
see him again, right?

You never want to see him again.

Please.

Help me.

Help me.

Finally, Miquel.

That's what I wanted
to hear you say.

See?

He's gone.

You are free from him forever.

Miquel.

Miquel.

Miquel.

Miquel!

Miquel!