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THIS CITY ISN'T VERY BIG.

TO THE NORTH, IT BORDERS THE HOSPICE, TO THE WEST, THE FORTRESS OF THE CONVENT,

TO THE SOUTH, THE ASYLUM, AND TO THE EAST, THE CEMETERY.

To play the violin

If I have a skeleton Sitting on the music stand?

When I try to listen to the conductor

The cold skull starts

Right, the photo. Juana, go to the fence.

Juana, get away from the fence, you'll get dirty!

Like there was no other spot.

The cemetery!

I thought the fence was a good idea.

- Mom, why are they taking out the dead? - To make space.

- Where will they go? - How should I know?

Let's go!

Sometimes it's enough that children help their mother clear the table

or your little brother with his homework.

Sometimes an act of love is...

not being a nuisance.

I want to thank His Excellency Rocco Carduncho, our new bishop,

for agreeing to give us Communion.

We have known each other since the seminary

and he's very attached to this parish.

Let's see what you've learned in catechism class.

Everyone's terrified.

A question:

What did they give our Lord to drink on the cross? Who knows?

- Erica? - Hail and vinegar.

Not hail, Erica, bile.

Bile and vinegar, which isn't the same thing.

Children, may the sacrament you are to receive today

guide and light up every step of your life

in the hope that that God's blessing

may always accompany you with His light.

- The body of Christ. - Amen.

God is here

As sure as the air I breathe

The body of Christ.

As surely as the sun rises in the morning

- The body of Christ. - Amen.

God is here

As sure as the air I breathe

- The body of Christ. - Amen.

As surely as the sun rises in the morning

As sure as this song you can hear

I'm sorry.

You can carry Him in your heart

You can tell Him

Let's go, let's go!

That's it, that's it.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to throw it up.

- What do you want me to do? - My boy!

Come on.

How many times have I told you not to hold on so long?

- How embarrassing. - The saint scares me.

The saint looked at me.

- St. Simeon? - Yes.

It'd be to look after you and your brother.

Look,

you know what I'd do as a boy when something scared me?

- What? - I'd sing.

I'd sing very softly

so that God knew I was there.

And God always listened to me. I'd sing a song...

- Which one? - It was...

How do you want me to play the violin

If I have a skeleton Sitting on the music stand?

- You know it too? - Yes.

Bloody song. Every night she makes me sing it.

Let's go.

Suddenly I was here

and meanwhile I was in another, weird place.

A weird place?

A place surrounded by graves.

Like in a crypt.

With this commemorative card, we'll do a great magic trick.

We take the card, which you'll always remember.

We put the card this way and say the magic words.

You have the label.

- I have the label on the dress. - What?

- The label for the dress. - I haven't seen it.

You haven't? I've seen it.

- I haven't seen it... - Forget it, forget it!

Come on, we need to pee!

- What happened? - Please, what happened?

Call the police!

Photo!

You may go in peace.

Let us give thanks to God.

I can't see you now.

Do you know you have to open the sacristy for this lady?

It can't be until tomorrow.

Open the door, please.

Can you light it a bit better?

You may proceed.

It took a month and a half for this man to let us go down

and carry on with the work.

Run.

Hello?

Hello!

Excuse me, I'm Father Ángel.

- I was sent from the archdiocese. - Without calling?

We called you several times, yesterday and today.

You're right on time.

After fellowship, we don't open up for anyone.

- I'll tell the Mother Superior. - Thank you.

I knew what this was about.

His Excellency has often told me of his great interest in this community.

I'd rather the emergency was another 30 crates of donuts.

Anyway, I'll take the request to Sister Juana.

- I'd like to speak to her personally. - No, that's impossible now.

In 10 minutes we have the Compline,

then silence until 6:30 a.m.

You're sending me back to Madrid with what's going on?

My uncle will kill me.

You resemble him.

I hope you're more patient. You must spend the night here.

Be sober.

Be alert.

Your enemy, the Devil,

like a roaring lion, is looking for someone to devour.

Resist him, steadfast in the faith.

Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit.

Loyal God, you will set us free.

I commend it, glory to the Father, to your hands.

Enlighten, O Lord, our night

and grant us peaceful rest.

Whatever you hear, do not fear.

You'll not be alone on this side of the convent.

We don't leave here after Compline.

Who do you have here, Count Dracula?

- What was that? - Nothing, that's Miguel.

Who's Miguel?

Is that her?

What do you think?

My name is Ángel...

That's her.

Sister Juana, I presume.

My name's Ángel de Almeida, the Archbishopric sent me.

I know who you are.

We have this.

- What's this unmarked one? - The spore liquid.

They sent me from Madrid for an urgent job.

They'll have to wait because we have a waiting list of over a year.

- Juana, there's no quinine left. - In the storeroom?

- No, not a drop left. - Then we have to order it.

His Excellency Rocco...

Rocco sent you to apologize to me?

- Apologize? - The answer is no.

Please, listen to me. It'll just be a minute.

You're supposed to be the country's finest restorer.

- It's the church of... - St. Simeon the Stylite.

Yes, that's right.

I know it very well. It's not worth restoring.

What do you know about that church?

That it's one of the oldest in Madrid.

There are many legends about it.

I can only help you with objective information.

My specialty is rationalist architecture,

the opposite of what that church represents.

- His Excellency is very... - Tell Rocco I'll help him as he helps us,

by keeping him in my prayers.

Last week four people died in St. Simeon.

Two police officers, an engineer, and the parish priest.

Father Ciro?

You knew him?

It's important for the community.

It's a trap.

I can't do anything if you don't want to.

I'd rather teach guitar at a school.

- God has given you a unique talent, Juana. - My calling is here.

Think about Miguel. And about your sisters.

Sister.

The commission could attract many novices to the order.

And His Excellency has a reputation for generosity.

Rocco knows that only I can face what's down there.

Take me with you.

No way.

I'm an archeologist, I can help.

This has nothing to do with archeology.

I need to go!

Mara,

you have no idea what's under that church.

Please.

I've always, always had faith.

What value can it be for Christ to ordain me

if nothing's ever made me doubt Him?

- You don't have to doubt. - Juana.

I'll be there if you fall.

If you let me help you, you'll be helping me.

Mara's coming with us

Excuse me. Please.

Thank you.

Sister, what do you have against that church?

I got married there.

Relax, relax, relax. It's fine.

Relax, relax, relax.

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

Relax, relax, relax.

It's fine, but still, don't make any noise.

Relax, relax, relax.

Look, it's St. Simeon, yes.

He'll look after us.

She says not to make any noise, so don't.

Isn't that right?

Do you want some violet candy?

They're hand-pressed, like before.

The old folks in the home

of the Sisters of the Poor make them for me.

No, thank you.

It's been a long time since we've seen each other.

Only when we're in a tight spot.

I think Ángel...

told you what happened, didn't he?

He didn't go into details.

A week ago...

the crypt of St. Simeon was opened up.

- Why was that allowed? - Electric company bungling.

Now we must show that no one can enter that church

unless I expressly authorize it.

Why did you make me come back?

Because you're the only one who understands...

what's in that church.

It's essential for the team...

to be discreet.

You're the right person for this mission.

We'll buy some time.

Find the seal of St. Simeon.

Ciro was certain of its existence.

Bring me proof that it's under St. Simeon

and then the administrative processing will start.

And in the modern world no wall is mightier

than that of paper.

Unless we find something in two weeks,

City Hall will begin construction.

And we'll lose control.

Ángel.

Please, help me.

Ciro spent years secretly building this model.

- What for? - To prove that the seal exists.

He thought that St. Simeon

is the door to the underworld.

This church

is nine times larger underneath than above.

It's like an iceberg.

The four dead were in the church:

two in the crypt,

the engineer and the poor parish priest near the entrance.

Apparently it was gas poisoning.

Ciro left this message.

Burn the den.

Ángel, please, get Father Cuiña.

Father Cuiña?

- Come in, please. - Thank you.

Juana, my girl.

I'm so sorry they got you mixed up in this.

Nine dead in the vicinity of St. Simeon square.

An elderly couple died very early this morning

from gas poisoning caused last night.

Other residents were evacuated in time from...

I've never been in here.

It is the closest place to the church.

Anyone with a little sensitivity,

this area destroys them.

About father Ciro. They told me already.

Thanks, Pini. It's been tough for everyone.

Right.

- Are you the new parish priest? - No, I'm just visiting.

It'd do us a lot of good.

A young, handsome priest, like in The Thorn Birds.

Pini!

She called me a bird.

Juana, I've got the parsonage ready so you two can sleep in peace.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

If you need anything, you know where I am.

Saint Simeon buried the White Nun in his burrow.

The White Nun buried the Mistress in her shroud.

The Mistress buried the Dry Children.

And they will bury us.

The chalice of my blood is that of my covenant

for the forgiveness of your sins and those of all men.

Miguel, can you hear me?

It's me. Wake up.

I'm with you.

The dead want the dead.

Excuse me, I wanted a copy of this, please.

Sorry, only the collegiate can photocopy that.

Get out of here! Juana Rabadán Rosado.

- I'm Esther. - Esther?

The makeup exam on conductivity.

You saved my life, you let me copy yours.

I remember now.

- And now you work here? - Yes.

And you? No one's heard from you since...

You've known me for ages.

I'm a nun.

Seriously, what do you do?

- I'm a nun. - Juana Rabadán Rosado,

special award, near earning an Architecture degree, a nun?

Look, not even the collegiate can photocopy this, okay?

But I don't give a hoot! I'll do it for you anyway!

Thank you.

- Juana, one thing. - Yes.

Don't tell anyone I did this.

- No, of course not. - And I owe you

another favor, bigger than this one.

- I'm going. Are you keeping the map? - Yes, of course.

- Esther, thanks for everything. - You're welcome.

Can I ask you not to tell anyone you've seen me?

- No reason. - Don't worry.

- Thanks. Ciao. - You're welcome.

Sorry, but archive material

can only be viewed in the periodicals section. There.

If you need anything, ask me.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

THE NUNS OF ST. SIMEON

POSSESSED NUNS OF ST. SIMEON MEMORIES OF BARBARISM

FASCIST BOMBARDMENT

Fascist bombardment of Madrid?

BOMBARDMENT OF MADRID

"The House of Mortal Sin."

"There goes another fatherless child."

IT'S AN UNFAIR WORLD.

I need the maps of the bombardment of Madrid.

You're a nun too? That's wild.

Yes.

Here you are.

Well, our last supper.

I tell you, my grandma, when I was small,

used to say that when a priest fell over, it was because the Devil appeared to him.

Forgive me for intruding, but I couldn't help hearing.

How did they know it was the Devil?

Because he was black, black. As black as Joan Baez's hair.

- My grandma was a true believer. - There are legends about this area,

but it's the first time I've heard the Devil compared to a singer.

Father Cuiña,

what's the House of Mortal Sin?

It's in various articles.

The House of Mortal Sin?

It was a house where single pregnant women went.

They were covered with a veil and never saw sunlight again.

Those who had no money were at the service of those who did.

And the children...

It's not clear what happened to them.

I suppose they went to the hospice or to an orphanage with the nuns.

But there are no birth records in those places, so...

Hence the nun throwing the child into the hole.

Before joining the Church, I worked with kids at the risk of exclusion, you know?

It's far removed from the paranormal

but much harder.

Often those kids only need...

An act of love.

- Right? - That's it, yes.

But these acts are actually the toughest.

Since my ordination, Rocco has often called me for jobs like this.

I agree, I think the hardest thing

is taking care of a bedridden brother.

I'm sorry.

Have you been in this store before?

Yes, my uncle brought me here as a kid.

What did your uncle do? You talk a lot about him.

We're here. Go ahead.

Careful.

Don't be scared, it's fake. Like in most museums.

Hello. I don't know if you remember me.

I often came with my uncle many years ago.

I know nothing about your uncle other than from the press.

- Saliano! Volume 12 of this, where is it? - I'll look for it later.

This is Sister Juana.

She's in Madrid doing restoration work.

You won't find anything of use to her here.

This?

I don't want more people playing this urbex thing.

Please, it's important.

So important that they sent you instead of Rocco?

Let's go, I'm sure Cuiña has more contacts.

Cuiña...

Cuiña?

You should've said so.

Follow me.

Get me Cuiña.

- Hello. - Good afternoon.

Our invention.

- What is it? - Everything you asked me for

in one object.

It appears to be just a Bolex H16 with attachments.

A camera almost indestructible, but manageable.

The same model that Jean Rouch, Jonas Mekas

- and Rodjara used. - We turned it into a hybrid:

16 and digital. Attention, three lenses.

One, infrared, two, ultraviolet,

and three, three...

Betacam.

- A Kirlian camera. - Very easy to handle.

It's the only camera that can take a single photo in three ranges.

If you have a history of cancer in your family,

it's better not to use it.

Okay.

This camera's not for sale, I rent it out.

- We call it... - Trigonoscope.

We'll take it.

What do you see?

Colors.

Look here.

In a radius of just three kilometers there are 14 cemeteries.

The most recent ones disappeared after the Civil War, but...

there are much older ones.

More items about this land, before it was St. Simeon.

Anticlerical propaganda.

Supposedly, the nuns buried children there who were born wrong.

And...

- this is the most recent. - Where did you find this?

In a 1966 archeology bulletin.

Francisco, Epifanio, Perico, Tomás, Laudelino and me.

Well, and Father Ciro.

We found the crypt.

We volunteered for some remodeling work.

There was a TV show on then called Rescue Mission

and all the kids wanted to be archaeologists.

One day we tore down a false wall and found the crypt.

And inside was the statue of St. Simeon.

From this photo...

I'm the only one left alive.

No, get out!

Take that damn box with you!

Pini, let him come over. It's fine.

- I've got no change. - I think I do.

They talk about you. They know you're here.

Listen, the Dry Children want you too.

Well...

Are you all right? Are you all right?

Police? A man's been run over.

No, he's not breathing or responding. He's lying on the ground.

Yes.

Do you regret coming?

No,

not at all.

I was just wondering if it's true what they say.

- About what? - They say that your husband...

Yes, Saulo committed suicide.

- Saulo? - I find it hard to say his name.

But then I feel bad because...

I don't want to forget him. It's just that...

it was very hard.

I remember the exact moment

when Saulo changed.

I left the church married to a different man.

We had several sessions with Cuiña.

He tried to take care of me.

Later, Rocco was determined to replace Cuiña.

And I didn't know how to face it all.

The Devil will be back for you!

Yes, I just went outside for a moment.

I think he's all right.

He's having coffee now. I'll tell you later.

Sure.

Saulo?

You went outside so as not to see me, right?

You can't stand being with me.

Saulo?

RAT POISON

- What have you done? - Listen to me.

No!

You can't do anything, there's no antidote.

A stomach pump is no use either. A few hours and it'll be over.

No, please.

Are you going to leave me or stay here with me?

My parents died shortly after and Rocco took care of Miguel and me.

Until we stopped being useful to him.

They said your brother saw something when he was little.

We both did.

We both saw something and it changed us.

That day a door opened.

That place hurt us, it hurts people.

After that day, my brother Miguel...

started having night terrors.

My poor mother

sang us the song "Skeleton on the Music Stand"

- so we'd get over the fear. - What song?

You won't know it, it's...

How do you want me to play the violin

If I have a skeleton Sitting on the music stand?

When I try to listen to the conductor

The cold skull starts to bite me

When I go to read the score

A specter grabs my feet

That one.

How long was Miguel like that?

After...

my husband... died,

we realized that they weren't night terrors.

What were they?

My brother Miguel has a gift. He can be in two places at once.

- But in theory only the... - The saints can. I know.

He's the only person with the gift of bilocation

since Father Pío, as far anyone knows.

I sound crazy, you must think I'm crazy.

No.

You're my favorite sister.

- You know what scares me most? - What?

That one day, Miguel won't find his way back.

This will be the last time.

Juana...

I won't let anything happen to you, okay?

Let's go.

You know what I like most about Juana?

What?

She's always helped others and never felt forlorn about it.

That's a grace that few people have.

So look after her all you can,

so she's sure that she'll never be alone.

This church really is...

It's a joke behind God's back.

Thanks.

Two, three.

Inside.

At the time we thought that the sculpture

could've been hidden in the crypt during the War.

Ciro became obsessed with the subject

and developed his own theories.

But, due to the Communion incident,

he became a hermit, like St. Simeon himself.

St. Simeon was so radical, he was expelled from his own congregation.

He must've been a strange guy.

Ciro devoted years just to building his model,

thinking about what could be under this church.

It's a false tomb. No one was buried there.

They put the tombstone here.

They didn't want anyone to cross to the other side.

Including us.

The only way back alive is to stay together

and always have Christ in our hearts.

Let's go.

Careful.

- Ángel. - What?

Record this.

Give me some light, Cuiña.

Phosphorescent paint, seriously.

It wasn't invented until 1908.

Someone clearly used it before.

The laser meter is fine, but the readings make no sense.

- Mara. - I was with José Manuel Novoa

in the excavations of the tombs of Sipán.

The Dry Children do not wait.

We can't split up even for one second.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

- Let's go. - Let's go.

Let's go, this way

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women

and the fruit of your womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death.

Glory to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,

as it was in the beginning, now and forever. Amen.

Let's carry on.

Do you hear that?

- Yes. - It's the Abroñigal,

the river that was buried to build Madrid.

It still exists under the city.

What's that?

We'll see now.

They're burials.

That's impossible,

we're 200 meters down.

I think this might do.

This is unlike any burial I'm aware of.

Let's take samples and get out of here.

- What was that? - The Dry Children.

- Ángel, are you okay? - Yes.

God. God.

The drawing wasn't like this.

Ciro was right, this place is alive.

We have to find the seal.

- This place is forsaken by God. - God has nothing to do with this.

Do you hear?

It's coming from there.

Let's go.

Watch it here.

Yes, don't worry.

Are you okay, Juana?

This reminds me of a story I read...

about an inverted tower and some passageways.

"The Tower of the Seven Hunchbacks."

Yes.

Yes.

As a boy I loved to read stories about ghosts,

passageways.

Then I grew up and found out that they weren't true.

Until today.

Angel, you may not believe in ghosts,

but ghosts do believe in you.

- I'm right here. - Thanks.

I can't believe it.

It exists.

The seal exists.

I can't read what it says.

- I think it's in Arabic. - Let me. Hand me that.

I studied Arabian Philology.

I can't read it.

- It's Aljamiado. - Do you think?

- What's that? - The hybrid language of the Moors

who stayed on the Peninsula.

They're Arabic characters, but it's a Romance language.

- We have to take it with us. - No, no, no.

No, that's barbaric. We're not grave robbers.

Mara, I told you this wasn't about archeology.

We're trying to stop anyone from going under this church.

That's what we're here for.

But this isn't the way it's done.

Mara, please, put that down.

Here.

God.

God.

What have we done? We've liberated evil.

Let's go. Let's go.

Ciro was right.

The seal exists.

You can't let anyone else go in there.

That church is an anathema. It's cursed by God and you knew it!

- What do you mean? - You know Miguel. This has to stop.

Juana is right.

No one can ever set foot in that church again.

Your mission is over.

- I thank you for your work. - You think that's the end of it?

I'm relocating you as parish priest of the church of San Simeon Stylite.

You'll receive a letter on Monday.

- I think, with all due respect... - Ángel! End of discussion!

Then what's going to happen?

Your order will be rewarded.

Now I need to speak to my nephew alone.

Let's go.

Zechariah 11:17.

Woe to the worthless shepherd who abandons his flock.

There's so much confusion in the world.

Men are in such a hurry,

they don't have time to realize that they're suffering.

What's under that church will make them wake up

and see that only by looking into the eyes of God

will they save themselves.

There's no miracle under that church.

Precisely.

If they need to see to believe,

we'll make people see.

And if necessary, we shall sacrifice ourselves.

As did St. Simeon the Stylite.

What is this madness?

People must find something...

that will make them...

regain their faith.

Do you know what Juana has been through?

Juana?

No.

Sister Juana?

What kind of trust have you two developed on this mission?

Because it boils down

to your problems of conscience, doesn't it?

Has a woman crossed your path?

Ángel...

If you play your cards right,

in a few years...

you'll rise in the Curia.

I don't want to play my cards right

or rise in the Curia.

I was an idealist too.

A lot of people are going to die.

I won't see it.

I'm sick.

In under a year,

I won't be able to fend for myself.

I may not even recognize you.

I don't recognize you, uncle.

There was a time you were a model for me.

Before you cause a catastrophe,

look at what we've brought.

And think about whether you're serving God...

or another master.

The Bishop of Madrid, Rocco Carduncho,

has declared that the church of St. Simeon the Stylite

will remain closed during May 2 and San Isidro

due to the danger repairs pose for the structure of this building.

The president of the electric company

has stated that the works are perfectly compatible

with the normal life of Madrid residents.

Juana.

I didn't expect it to end this way.

I trusted you.

I'll pray for you.

I mean that I'll remember you.

This is the voicemail of...

Tristán.

I can't speak to you right now.

Please, leave a message.

Despite my shouting, my prayer does not reach you.

My God, I shout to you by day and you don't answer,

at night and you take not notice of me.

For thou art holy and dwellest among the praises of Israel.

In you our fathers trusted.

They trusted in you and you kept them safe.

They cried out to you and were set free.

They trusted in you and you did not disappoint them.

But I am a worm, not a man,

shame of the people, scorn of the people.

When they see me, they mock me.

"I was surrounded by bands of death

and torrents of perversity made me fear."

I am like poured water,

my bones out of joint.

My heart melts like wax in my bowels.

Who is the worm god?

The god of the world of the dead, of the Peninsula's first settlers.

His name was Vaelicus.

"Worm" in Latin is vermin.

It doesn't match any cult I know of.

I'm sure that this is a god much earlier than yours

who didn't like it when you pissed him off.

Where did you get it from?

This is just the beginning.

You'll soon be in a wheelchair.

- Later, you won't be able to talk. - Are you...

real?

If I'm a hallucination, come and touch me.

I'm sorry I don't have a hole in my side.

I sent you to the convent. You're there.

I'm there, but also here.

You're going to get a call.

Your Excellency,

Miguel has gotten up.

He's here, with me.

What? No, he's right in front of me.

He's levitating.

Your Excellency, I don't understand.

If you believed, I wouldn't be here.

My faith is strong,

my conscience is at ease.

If your faith were true, you wouldn't use the dead to make the living believe.

Without fear, there is no faith.

Fear is a necessary evil.

The worthless shepherd who abandons his flock.

The sword will reach his arm and up to his right eye.

And his arm will be dried up completely.

His right eye will be blinded.

Burn the den, Rocco.

Burn the den.

It's time.

Holy Cross, be my light.

I love you, O Jehovah, my fortress.

Jehovah, my rock, my castle and my deliverer.

My God, my fortress, in thee will I trust.

You are my shield, my strength, my salvation and refuge.

I call upon Jehovah, worthy of praise,

and I will be saved from my enemies.

Lord,

I am not worthy for you to enter my house,

but one word from you will be enough to heal me.

I believe in God the Father almighty,

creator of heaven and earth...

I have spoken to people.

You've sent me the mythical seal of St. Simeon

and it was probably there to ward off misfortune.

When you moved the seal, it was as if you opened a door. Do you follow me?

It doesn't say "worm." It says "worm-like," vermicular.

And the material it's made of could be iridium.

It's not from Earth.

Whatever it is, you didn't find it.

It found you.

What that seal guarded is not a tomb,

it's a den.

Cuiña...

Get out of my head.

Get out of my head.

Get out of my head!

You won't get the best of me.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Juana, for the love of God, you'll die of pneumonia.

- They've taken him, Mara! - Who?

To their den, Mara.

We're getting him out of there.

Isolina, have you seen Juana or Mara?

They've taken the car.

I need to... I'm going in.

Please, let me past!

Don't touch me!

You can't go in.

- Listen. - What?

Juana.

Cuiña.

We have to tell Rocco.

My uncle is dead.

I'm sorry.

I only hope God forgives him. I don't know if I'll be able to.

This was the test God asked of him.

I have to go in there.

They won't let you go in.

Ciro found another way.

It was in the model.

Esther, excuse me.

The other day you said you still owed me a favor.

- Of course. - I need that favor now.

Whatever you need.

We need a map of the sewers in the area where...

- Do you have the...? - Yes.

The area where...

Sorry, I think that part of the sewers is impassable now.

It doesn't matter.

- Something bad is happening, isn't it? - Worse than bad.

This way.

3092, 2847, 3216.

Here. Here, here. 3223.

This map is of the closest entrance to where you showed me.

It's not a pleasant place.

Twenty years ago they closed it off because they found...

- A bomb. - Yes.

Be careful, okay?

This one.

Careful.

Good, Mara.

Let's go. One, two, three...

What?

I think it's a bomb.

Don't touch it.

Mara.

- What's that? - The Dry Children want you to come.

- I'll go down. - No.

They want me.

He's down there, I know it.

- They want to scare us. - Those shadows...

feed on the darkest part of the soul.

They need us to be afraid.

Well, they won't succeed.

Let's go.

Are you all right?

Yes, so far.

I suppose it's like going through the eye of a needle.

You let Saulo die.

Not today, I'm not falling for it.

I'm not falling for it today. I'm sorry, but no.

You let your son die.

What's wrong?

I touched the wall by accident and it burnt me, but it's cold.

You let your son die.

Do you hear that?

Welcome to the den.

You're not Saulo. You're not Saulo.

You're not Saulo. You're not Saulo.

Down here is the only truth that exists:

death.

No!

You're dead, Saulo.

Let Miguel go.

Miguel will never leave.

He'll stay with us.

I've come here for Miguel and I'm leaving with him!

Miguel!

I know you're here!

Miguel?

Let him go!

We are the Sewn Shrouds...

the worm whose eggs you carry in your bowels.

We are what remains

when life ceases.

How long will you hide your face from me?

How long will I put counsel in my soul

with sorrow in my heart every day?

How long will my enemy be exalted over me?

Look, listen to me! O, Jehovah!

O, Jehovah, my God.

Light up my eyes so I may not sleep in death,

so my enemy may not say, "I defeated him."

My enemy would be happy...

if I stumbled.

Juana.

Juana.

Cuiña.

I told you I'd never leave you.

A small act of love can defeat death. Have faith.

I'm afraid.

Remember what I told you when you were a girl

if something scared you.

Sing very softly.

How do you want me to play the violin?

How do you want me to play the violin

if I have a skeleton...

sitting on the music stand?

How do you want me to play the violin

If I have a skeleton

Sitting on the music stand?

Juana.

No, no, no.

How do you want me to play the violin

If I have a skeleton Sitting on the music stand?

When I go to read the score

A specter grabs my feet

How do you want me to play

If I have a skeleton

Sitting on the music stand?

Are you awake? Are you...?

I'm very old.

You too.

We have to go.

If I go, they'll stay down here and come out again.

I've spent so long with them, I've learned all about the parasite.

What parasite?

What inhabits here is a living being, a parasite.

The shadows are its prisoners.

That's what Ciro meant by the worm's den.

This creature is not of this world,

but I know how to take it away.

- To where? - Far from here.

I need you to live for both of us.

This isn't your place. Nor is it mine.

I need you to live, Juana, for both of us.

Well...

For me, it's closed.

A gas leak, right?

More than likely.

Hallucination, dizziness,

a bomb, post-traumatic stress and...

nothing more to say.

Now to sell the lot.

Wait for them to build

another luxury apartment building,

another mall,

another clothes store.

I don't know what it is with people and clothes.

They should fix their hair, what a mess it is.

- Have you found an apartment? - No, I think I'll need a miracle.

What'll you do now that you're not a priest?

For the time being, I'd like to buy you a drink.

If you want, of course.

Yes, I do.

I was in a Beatles tribute band, you know.

I was very modern. What are you laughing at?

One question:

Why have all seminarians been in a Beatles tribute group?

All of them? How many seminarians do you know?

- All of them? - No, seriously. What did you play?

- The guitar. - And who was your favorite Beatle?

- George Harrison. - Well done.

The best. Always forgotten.

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