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Where are you from, Giacomo?

-Gaeta. -Hes Italian.

Your Giacomo, the boy who died during the exorcism,

he was also from Gaeta.

He's lying to us.

Has no one asked him why he has an arsenal hidden in the church?

People die and there she is, stirring things up.

But that isnt enough, now she wants you to help her. Listen to me!

I hear about everything. About that and other things. Ive got good informers.

Your husband left because youre crazy, you see ghosts and things like that.

Give us back what is ours.

NEW YORK, USA

Close. But please, just stay calm.

Let us pray.

We are gathered here in the Town Hall at 12:30 on Saturday 9 September,

along with those persons identified as Francisco Javier Cercas García...

We were this high when we met...

And Cristina Fuentes Pérez, who wish to contract civil marriage

in accordance with the authorization set out in the document 73B.

I wish to state that they have complied with all the legal conditions

for the celebration of this civil marriage,

without any impediment or obstacle to this celebration having been presented.

Or at least I hope so.

Bring out the hot ones, people are hungry.

-Paco, whats wrong? -Whats wrong with what?

I can see your face. Somethings wrong.

No, theres nothing, Im fine.

Smile then. You look like youre at a funeral rather than a wedding.

-Dont you like the catering? -No, it isnt the catering.

Then what is it, Paco, darling? You've been like this for days.

Its like your mind is somewhere else.

Everything's fine.

Are you going to tell me what's wrong with you?

First I marry them, then I bring them here to our hotel.

For fuck's sake, Merche.

Its as if I was using my position to do business.

You havent brought anyone here. Theyve come because the price is good.

Yes, but people... People talk.

Then these things appear in the papers. Its my face thats on the front page.

And what do you want to do? Close the hotel while youre mayor?

Come on! Any of those people who are criticizing

could have opened a hotel like we did, but they didnt, and do you know why?

Because talking is much easier than working.

-Here, here! -Put your glasses on.

-Thanks, Juan Carlos. -Good.

-You look great. -Thank you.

You and I slog our guts out every day to keep this going.

-Right. -Do you understand?

-I do. -Has it arrived yet?

-No. -Oh, God...

-Nothing but problems. -Now whats wrong?

The cake hasnt arrived.

Yes?

-Where are you? -Nearly there.

You shouldnt have gone on your own, you didnt sleep all night.

Im fine. I'm fine.

It's just that...

I cant stop thinking about it.

-We should talk to somebody. -To whom, Susana?

Who are we going to tell about this?

Why does Tomás have to bring the cake?

Because hes the brides cousin, and its his wedding gift.

He insisted that it had to be from that cake shop in Sepúlveda,

and now here we are, all waiting.

Maybe when we get home it wont be there.

Tonight well think about it more calmly. Put it out of your mind.

Its impossible.

Dont you understand that its impossible?

Fuck, Im going crazy.

Its a mirror...

A mirror...

A mirror!

Tomás? Are you all right?

Tomás!

Tomás!

Paco, go...

Take him to the local hospital.

-Tomás! Tomás! -Susana!

-I'm here! -Susana...

-Tomás, I'm... -He wasn't wearing his seatbelt.

His head went through the windscreen.

Fortunately the airbag softened the impact.

What the fuck is this?

The cake.

Cake? Fuck...

I didnt want to extend the pharmacy, but he insisted so much...

We bought the apartment on the floor above.

It has been closed for over 50 years.

It was all just as it had been left:

furniture, the bed made up with sheets, the bedspread, the pillow.

-Renovations would drive anyone crazy. -It wasnt the renovations.

It was the mirror.

Excuse me?

Its best if you see for yourself.

Its here.

-That one? -Yes.

Its still there, isnt it?

What?

It's okay, Bravo!

Quiet, Bravo.

Quiet, Bravo!

-Whats up, Paco? -Im sorry to bother you...

I know youre in the clinic, but I didnt know who to talk to.

Dont scare me. Now whats happened?

I cant explain it. You have to see it.

-Where are you? -At the pharmacy.

-In the upstairs apartment. -Ill finish here and come right over.

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

What's wrong with you?

Is it this?

It's okay. Okay. It's okay.

Come here.

Come here.

Okay. It's okay.

Whats wrong? I dont understand.

Look closely. What do you see?

-You dont look well. -Jesus...

Its not that. Look on the table. Do you see it?

A book?

Good.

Turn around.

Fuck.

Im not surprised that Tomás ended up crashing into a tree.

What are you doing?

Look.

Theres something written on the spine.

What is it?

Its Greek.

So the Gospel of Judas does exist.

Apparently, its one of the Apocryphal Gospels.

The Gospels that the Church doesnt recognize as inspired by God.

But are there more than the ones in the Bible?

Dozens. By St. John, by St. James, by Mary Magdalene...

Right, once it got famous, they all wanted to tell their version.

No, it wasnt that.

Really, theyre Gnostic Texts, a kind of sect inside Christianity.

They called them by those names to give them importance,

so that theyd seem authentic.

And what does it say?

I dont know, theres a PDF here, but I dont... Let's see...

"Judas raised his eyes, and saw the luminous cloud, and went into it..."

What happened then?

I don't know. There are five lines missing.

"You will sacrifice the man that clothes me."

So, Christ tells Judas to betray him.

So it seems.

He planned his death beforehand with Judas.

Its called "The Gospel of the betrayal".

The idea is very simple.

-God is all-powerful, agreed? -Agreed.

So, he knows everything thats going to happen.

-Yes. -He knows and he allows it,

because it is part of his plan, the Divine Plan.

We suppose so.

So Judas betrayal is also part of the plan.

Christ wants to be betrayed.

Its Christ who asks Judas to do it, so that Salvation is possible.

But look, if Judas doesnt betray him,

he wouldnt end up on the cross, and then he wouldnt rise from the dead.

-What are you saying? -Judas is the greatest of the saints,

because he gives up his soul so that Christ can fulfill his destiny.

Judas sacrifices himself for him.

Hey, Remedios.

At least thats what the Cainites says.

Excuse me. 100 grams of cooked ham...

-Some Burgos cheese. -Okay.

-And do you have any blood sausage? -Yes.

I have a very good spicy sausage.

-Is it too spicy? -No, it's kind of mild.

-Because you know it's... -No, don't worry about that.

And how is it that Ive never heard of this before?

It isnt the sort of thing that usually comes up in the Sunday sermon.

But this story of the Cainites calls everything into doubt, doesnt it?

-What do you mean, everything? -Fuck, religion.

If it turns out that Judas was doing

what he was told to do, that changes everything!

Exactly. Thats why the gospel disappeared.

Or they made it disappear, because it was too inconvenient.

In principle, yes.

-In principle? -There have always been suspicions

that heresy still had its followers, even today.

It has a certain fundamental logic.

Are you defending it?

No, but its as illogical as the official version.

Gods attributes have always caused problems.

At its lowest, its the question of evil.

Why does God permit the existence of evil?

Why?

A man who cannot tell the difference between evil and good is a free man.

So that were free?

But at the same time he accepts the suffering of the innocent,

poverty, crime, injustice.

Being free has a high price. A very high price.

Evil is necessary so that good exists.

If evil is necessary, thats like saying its good,

and those who do evil are playing a role within the divine plan.

Therefore, it would be good to do evil.

Thats precisely what the Cainites defend.

But whats all this about?

Its about something that really is impossible to understand.

-More than the problem of evil? -Much more.

I told you I didnt want to see him.

I cant think of anyone else who might know something about this.

Hi, Elena.

Shall we go up?

What?

Right here.

It cant be.

And now how are you going to explain this?

It isnt a hallucination.

Were not hysterical or drugged.

What are you going to do?

Lock yourself away in your house and not talk about this like the last time.

Theres no trick.

Shit! The door!

Its open!

What?

It's not moving.

It's still open.

What the hell is going on here?

-Fuck! -What?

Did you see that? Someone just walked past!

I saw someone on the other side of the door.

Lets see that smile.

Lourdes, do what this gentleman tells you.

-Smile a bit, like when youre happy. -Shes happy now.

Love, she isnt happy, look at her face.

Juan Carlos. Hello. Can I borrow you a second?

Be right back. It'll be just a second. Or a second and a half.

It just seems like...

Why don't you smile?

Parents are the worst. You know what happens?

Everyone has a great camera on their phone, and this isnt valued.

Don't say that. I value it.

Listen, would you have one of those surveillance cameras,

like they put in buildings, but very small?

-Whats it for? The Town Hall? -No, for the hotel.

There are a lot of thieves around.

Youll have to go to Segovia for that, to MediaMarkt.

No, youre going to go. Get me three or four, I need them now.

-Is 300 enough? -And why am I going to go?

This way you get something out of it.

If you send everyone to MediaMarkt, its normal that people dont value you,

and in the end the local shop ends up closing.

-Leave me on my own. -What? No way.

Im going to spend the night here until I find out whats going on.

I can't let you be exposed again.

-It's dangerous. -Elena, please...

Let's leave him on his own. Trust me.

Let's go.

Shut the door.

The opposite of faith is not doubt, but fear.

And we mustn't fear fear.

What's going on?

-Are we going to leave him on his own? -Wait. Look.

You installed cameras? Are you insane?

If anything happens, we have it on tape.

-Yes, but you didnt tell him. -Of course not.

I want to know if he has anything to do with all this.

He knew nothing about the mirror.

And he knew nothing about the calf, about the Ouija,

but in the end everything points to him.

For fucks sake, Elena. Thats how it is.

Is this your wifes idea?

My wife knows nothing.

-It seems like her idea. -She wants to throw him out of the town.

-I told her I don't have any evidence. -And maybe with this you will.

Or not. The more information we have, the better.

He isnt an idiot. In 10 minutes hell spot the cameras,

and I want to see your face then.

Theyre very small now, and I spent all afternoon concealing them.

I dont like this.

This is the app. Download it to your phone, the password is "Pedraza",

-and follow it from your house. -No.

-Why? -Because I wont. Its a mean trick.

Would you like someone filming you without saying anything?

And anyway, I know whats happening is real.

As real as you and I talking here, okay?

Im not here to unmask anybody.

Paco, are you all right?

Yes.

Youve been in there for an hour.

Paco?

-Yes? -Youve been in there for an hour.

-I know. -Are you coming to bed?

Dinner didn't agree with me.

Whatever, I'll be waiting in bed.

I'll be there in a minute.

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-What are you doing with the mobile? -Fuck, Merche. You scared me.

What are you doing with the phone? Its five in the morning!

Exactly, I wanted to know what time it was,

because I get up at seven and I cant sleep.

-Sure. -What?

-You were looking at porn. -Porn, what porn?

The sad thing isnt that you watch it, its that you want to hide it from me.

Sorry.

If you want to make love, tell me.

I'm not up for it now, but tell me.

He's asleep.

Morning.

-Good morning. -I fell asleep.

I'm sorry.

Well have to try again.

Look.

What happened?

You filmed me all night?

-For security. -Security about what?

-Please, you have to watch this. -Look at your reflection!

It has come alive! Now we have evidence.

Father!

Father!

Its him, isnt it?

The man in the other room. Its Giacomo.

Dont you understand? That mirror reflects your fears.

It takes out the darkest thing you have in your mind.

Think of Tomás, the pharmacist.

Something similar must have happened to him.

Dont let it end with you.

Are you threatening me?

Let him go.

Look, there was a mirror there.

I didn't sleep last night. I couldn't stop looking at him.

I was convinced that at any minute he was going to open his eyes.

Every concussion is different.

You never know how the human body will react.

At times, it needs to be like that, kind of latent, so that it can recover.

-Its still there, isnt it? -Im sorry?

If you run your hand over the table,

you can feel the book.

When you run your hand over it, you can move it.

That means that it exists,

and that what is false is our side.

Do you understand?

We should see it, but we dont. Because of something...

something hidden.

Will you get me a coffee?

Antonio?

-I dont have any coins, Elena. -Sure.

Tell your friend to be careful. Theyre very annoyed.

Who? Why do you say that?

The ones from Rome.

Are you talking about Vergara, the priest?

Theyre going after him. And now they know that you have it.

-What do I have? -The coin.

Because I hear them at night. But very softly.

You have to be very quiet.

I sleep and they start to talk.

What do they say to you?

-What does that mean? -Fuck, Paco, it's a message.

Okay, agreed. Who for?

Who do you think? For Vergara!

What's behind that door affects him directly.

-The man sitting in the chair. -What?

Hes the boy who died.

-Giacomo. -Yes.

Okay...

You wont get anything out of him. You know that.

If we put enough pressure on him... He looked different, very upset.

What is it?

Did you close the blinds?

Vergara, don't!

No, don't, please!

Paco!

Is that what youre going to do for the rest of your life?

Dont start giving me sermons, Elena. Im the priest here. Move.

You came here to escape,

you were running from whats tormenting you.

-Move. -You thought it couldnt find you,

but it did.

Its here, on the other side of the mirror.

And as youre just a coward, you want to destroy it.

You want me to face up to my fears?

Like in an airport self-help manual. What do you know about fear?

Break it.

Break it if you want, but itll come back.

Youve tried everything.

Denying it, saying that its a set-up, blaming us, everything except the truth.

Ive been blaming myself for years, I dont need any mirror for that!

I want to talk to you on your own.

Tell her to get out of here.

Get out of here.

We had a chance, but we didnt take it.

They wanted us on their side, do you remember?

But we didnt listen.

We thought we were better than them.

Youre not real.

Youre only in my head.

The door is still open.

They want to give us a second chance,

but we have to answer with a gesture,

something that makes it clear that were on their side.

Why is it so important?

You know why.

Shit, he's turning them off.

I dont have it.

Take it from her.

Its the coin. They want the coin.

Is it so hard for you?

If you dont do it, I will.

You don't want them to hear you?

No, no!

Shit!

Youre not going to do anything.

Would you like to talk to him?

Hes here, with me.

How often have you dreamed of talking to him,

of begging him to forgive you?

Giacomo...

-What are we going to do? -Move aside. I'm going to break it down.

Do you remember us?

You...

killed me.

We want to know if you still bear us a grudge.

I want... to rest.

We just want your forgiveness.

Were like you, trapped in the memory.

Let... him ask me.

Giacomo... Forgive me.

I cant hear you.

Forgive me, Giacomo. I thought that...

Never!

You were right, Elena. They want the coin.

When you asked me about Cainites, I didnt tell you the whole truth.

Well, at last.

The sect is alive. It always has been, throughout the centuries.

-In Rome. -Where else?

I dont like talking about the enemies of the Church,

especially because most of them belong to the Church.

The Cainites seek to do all the evil possible,

because its the way of following Gods true designs.

Theyre like Catholics, but the reverse.

They have their priests, their bishops... Their relics.

The dark reflection of God.

Follow me.

Have you seen this, Paco?

The blood of St. Ambrose.

A piece of the sponge with which they gave Christ vinegar to drink.

The rest is in El Escorial.

The Church treasures objects that were in contact with Jesus and the saints.

Supposedly as a testimony, but really, theyre much more than that.

-What do you mean? -Theyre objects of power.

Theyve been in contact with the divine, do you understand?

Their mere presence protects us.

Then the Cainites... also have their own relics.

Exactly.

They dont want the Holy Shroud or the blood of St. Ambrose.

They look for objects that did harm to Christ.

The suffering of God is the most powerful of energies.

The nails from the cross, the thorns from the crown...

-The spear of Longinus. -Of who?

Longinus, the Roman soldier who pierced Christs side with his spear.

Judass 30 coins.

Finding the 30 coins would mean the definitive collapse of Christianity.

Whoever has those 30 coins will have in his possession

a weapon more powerful than the very Arc of the Covenant.

Think about it for a moment.

There is no greater pain...

than betrayal.

And you have one of them.

We cant let it fall into their hands. Only I can prevent it.

I know them.

I know their weak points. Theyre vain.

They like confrontation,

and they enjoy it when their rival is on their level.

Why do you think they havent turned up in the middle of the town, armed,

and done away with all of us?

They want to play!

They want to drive us insane.

But Im stronger than them. You wouldnt resist even one attack, I assure you.

Its best if we keep it in a safe place.

Here, in the sacristy.

Maybe you're right.

I should get the coin and leave it here, which is where it should be.

-Don't be afraid. It's okay... -Let's go.

-Come on. -No!

You faced up to the mirror on your own.

After all thats happened,

I think I have the right to be the one to return it to where it belongs.

Wait for us here.

I dont know... Maybe were wrong.

He's here.

Wait.

Elena.

You told me you were going home and you came here, to the clinic.

What's wrong?

You dont trust me?

You think that Im one of them?

That Im going to betray you?

You were afraid before, and now you seem very sure of yourself.

Whats changed? What did the reflection tell you?

Think for a minute. Why would I tell you everything?

I understand them, but Im not one of them.

Years ago, Giacomo gave me the coin,

and I think that I must protect it, thats all.

If I lent it to you, it was to get away from it for a while.

Its a terrible burden.

But now it has to be kept in a safe place.

Keep it if you want.

I just wanted to protect you.

Ill be in the church, if you need me.

It would have been easier to tell the truth from the beginning.

I tried to keep you away from all this.

Its hard to believe that this madness is still happening in our times,

while people are going to work, getting married and paying the mortgage.

I hope it's worth it,

because people have died for it already.

What are you doing?

-Sending a message to Laguna. -And what are you going to tell him?

Anything but the truth. What matters is that he comes, and comes now.

Stand still. Dont move.

How are you, Father? Out for a walk?

-Forget the message. -What?

Pacos message. Forget it.

You dont have to go to Elenas clinic. Everythings all right.

-Everythings all right. -Youre going to go back to the station

and you arent going to tell anyone anything.

-Not anyone. -Be in my church in half an hour.

-Throw me the coin. -What?

Throw me the coin. On the count of three.

One...

Two...

Listen.

If it isnt him...

If hes the one from the mirror...

Wheres Vergara?

Inside the mirror.

The struggle between Good and Evil.

Im going to tell you where evil is.

You certainly shouldnt look for it in Hell.

Evil is on your side, in the heart of your own home.

Evil is that man who appears on the television, smiling,

promising to solve all your problems.

Problems that, really, he created himself.

He fools you. He lies to you.

And you vote for him, time and again.

Why?

Because you're scared.

Because you think the evil you know is better than the evil you dont.

How do we get to the other side?

I don't know...

What are you doing?

What are you going to do?

Shit!

What the fuck is this?

Like Alice.

Paco!

Come, this way.

God wants justice.

He wants us to denounce those who manipulate us with their words,

and at the same time steals what is ours.

Every day we find a new case in the newspaper. That's true.

From time to time they let one fall,

so that it will seem that everything is under control,

but they come back, and theyre always the same.

And you know it and you accept it.

You know who Im talking about.

Here in town, we have one of those.

He greets you in the morning, he shakes your hand in the afternoon,

and at night he bites you on the neck.

That bloodsucker has taken over half of the town,

and hes going after the other half.

-That's so true! Thief! -Yes.

-Bastard! -Its all the fault of that mayor!

Scoundrel!

Dont worry, Merche,

because here, you too are a victim.

Your husbands ambition has led him to abandon the church

to celebrate profane ceremonies just across the way.

Then, he scorns the sanctity of marriage,

coupling with that woman who has dealings with animals.

-Elena! -She killed a pig of mine!

Shame on them!

Now hes eating from her hand

and nothing can prevent that vermin from taking over the whole town.

-Scoundrel! -Nothing...

and no one...

except us.

Us!

Us! Us!

Where is your coin?

Look!

Let's go!

Elena isn't there.

It seems that all is okay. But they want to make sure.

They say he may wake up any time.

But what happened, Paco?

An accident. In Tomáss house.

You know, theyre doing renovations. Nothing serious.

I should have called you sooner, but it was impossible.

-Dont worry. Ill see you at home. -Okay.

Where are you?

Listen, Paco...

What?

Nothing.

I need to see you.

Dont be long, please.

Im on my way.

-You escaped by the skin of your teeth. -What did you say?

You played well, but the ball is in your court, and theyll come back.

Antonio, leave me in peace for while. Go on, be good.

You want to rest, dont you?

-Yes, I do. -Do you want the game to end?

Yes, I want the game to end and to go back to the changing room.

How do you do that?

Puncturing the ball.

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