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BURN UNIT

- What do you think? - I don't know.

With all the medication Adriana put on him,

he's in a pharmacological comma.

We have to pray that he doesn't have brain damage.

Too bad we didn't find out sooner.

- Fathers! - Antonio.

Ah, look, Father Simon Antequera,

he is the psychiatrist I told you about.

Yes, we know each other. The last time I saw you,

you were performing a medieval ritual

on a little girl, I don't know if you remember.

- Hey. - OK. OK.

I'm replacing Father Prado as head of the hospice.

Whatever you need, I'm here to serve you.

Will you have time for everything?

Director and exorcist.

There are only 24 hours in a day.

Let's see. Father, as a psychiatrist,

is there anything that you can tell us

or give us guidance?

I understand that Esteban was your patient.

No, he wasn't my patient.

Adriana asked me to treat him, but he didn't want to.

When his father died, he fell into depression.

Alcohol, heroin...

He went back to Mexico City

and I never heard from him again.

I haven't seen him in over a month.

You betrayed your own son, stupid bitch.

Esteban has a mental illness.

His mother has already said it,

the same mental illness as his grandmother.

- It is hereditary. - No, it is not genetic.

You saw him.

You know there is a more powerful force.

Yes.

- Oh, Simon, please, stop! - Yes, yes. They're calling me.

- Sister. - Can we talk now?

Yes. Tell me.

You have an offer from Vilaró.

A promotion?

We've already started with the papal bulls.

And what is he offering me?

Half a dozen hosts and a pint of holy water?

Oh, Mother, please.

Tell that bastard to shove his offer up his ass.

Father, can you use other words?

No, sorry.

Tell him exactly what I'm going to tell you.

Antonio, do you have any idea where we can find him?

No, I already told the police. Be careful.

Yeah, well. It's pretty clear to us

that he's not a very friendly guy.

No, he's not a killer trying to escape.

Do you know Evil?

Esteban is Evil itself.

- Be careful with him. - I will.

Doctor.

Doctor, don't make things more complicated.

Open the door, please.

Doctor!

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

- What's wrong? - What's happening?

What's going on?

There's no one here.

- The window. - Adriana!

- Where does that window lead to? - Let's go. It's that way.

That's what I've been telling you.

Yes, because I was telling you...

Oh. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Father Antequera says he invites you for a cup of coffee.

And you?

- Two. - Very well, then.

How about the Opera Bar at 4:00?

That'll be fine.

- "Arrivederci." - "Arrivederci."

Let me go!

You ruined my life when you killed my father.

You bastard!

- Esteban, let me go! - Shut up!

Let me go!

- Over there! Over there! - Let's go!

Let me go!

- Shut up! - Esteban, let me go!

- Help! - Shut up!

Let's go!

- Help! - Shut up!

- Help! - Son of a bitch.

- Help! - Shut up!

That bastard is capable of killing his own mother.

What was Esteban doing in the hospice?

That doesn't make any sense.

What difference does it make now?

Adriana is in danger.

There's no point in making sense of it.

Father, they're going to keep looking for her,

but there's no point in us killing ourselves.

Down here, about half a mile, is the Federal Highway

and you can go wherever you want from there

and there are a lot of trails around here

that go into the hill. He could be anywhere right now.

That son of a bitch has killed six people

without batting an eyelid.

We have to find him. Let's split up!

Simon, this is a maze. We have to...

We're missing something. We have to be smarter. OK?

What the hell are you talking about!

We're late. He's getting away right now.

We have to be faster. Please...

Is there any contact you have from anyone close to Esteban?

A family member, someone from work, a friend?

Yes, I know he and one of his friends

have been in custody a couple of times

at the Pacheco detention center.

Can we talk to him?

- I can talk to him, yes. - OK, let's go over there.

Pedro! I'm not moving from here until I find Adriana.

- Listen to me. - I'm not moving...

Hey, Simon! I want to find her too, OK?

But we have to think differently.

We have to be ahead of him, Simon.

If we stay here, we'll always be behind.

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

He is very close to Adriana.

Yes, I can see that.

How did Quintana get to Esteban's apartment

if his truck was at the camp?

Can you verify which cars left San Acacio

the night Quintana disappeared

on the security cameras or something?

- Yes, I can do it again. - Yes.

- Pedro! - I'm coming!

Go in there. Shit!

Where are you going?

Esteban! Come on, let me go!

Do you think he's coming for you?

Your dear Father? You're a damn bitch!

I'll be waiting for him here.

Until he comes.

Until he comes to pick up his bitch!

It looks like he doesn't care so much about you, huh?

You're not of use anymore. Where are you going?

- Where are you going? - Esteban, stop it now! Stop!

Where are you going?

No. No!

You bitch.

You bitch.

Where were you when they arrested you?

I was sitting outside my house.

What time was it?

About 6:30.

And when was the last time you saw Esteban?

I swear I haven't seen him.

Never? Not once in your whole life?

No, don't tell me that. He was like my partner.

Well, then, when was the last time you saw him?

About a month ago.

A month ago.

Well, that's wrong.

28, 32 days.

Did you talk to him often?

Well, often, like a girlfriend?

Like a friend...

But I haven't seen him in two months.

You just told me it was one.

Yes, one.

If I haven't seen him in two,

then I haven't seen him in one either.

Did you notice anything unusual about him

the last time you saw him?

When his father died, my buddy got very depressed.

He was obsessed with the Church.

He said that priests were bad people.

So? Do you remember what they talked about

the last time you saw him?

Well, we arranged to meet there in the square

because we were going to see some girls.

He has a dry mouth. He scratches himself a lot.

He's very anxious.

What was the day you were supposed to meet?

I've seen them like that a thousand times.

- Yes. - And the girls?

Do you remember?

Who sells you drugs?

Who's your dealer?

Who sells you drugs?

- Who's selling it to you? - Father!

- Simon, Simon, Simon! - Father!

- Who sells you the drug? - Father!

- Simon! - Who's selling you the drug?

Dude, please!

What the hell are you doing, Father?

You can't walk into an interrogation like that.

Adriana's son can't be doing drugs

in his mother's house.

He'd have to find some shelter, some place, somewhere.

What about that?

So if we find the dealer,

he's going to tell us where he was selling.

- He's right. - No, he's not right.

The asshole in there is not charged.

He has nothing to lose

and I can't force him to say anything.

Look, I really appreciate what you're doing, but...

- let me do my job. - Yes.

Yes, you're right. We apologize. Let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

- Mariano. - Mariano.

- Just a second. - You bastard.

I already told you everything that...

Sorry to push you, son. I need to talk to you

and I don't want anyone to see us.

- Screw you. - Listen to me!

The information dies here with me,

but I need you to tell me who your dealer is.

He's a cop, right? Is he a cop or not?

You talk. I don't say anything. This is a confessional secret.

But if you don't talk, I'd start to worry.

All right, let's calm down a little bit, Father. Look.

Brother, this is very easy, OK?

We're not cops.

We don't care if they sell you heroin,

chocolates or timeshares, OK?

So, look. Here's what's going to happen.

You're going to tell us the name of who's selling you,

I'll give you absolution and send you to Heaven,

- how about that? - If you don't,

I swear I'll go all out and send you to Hell.

Heaven or Hell.

You don't have to think about it too much, right?

- Sister. - Your Excellency.

Is it just the two of us?

No, no. Father Antequera will be here in a minute.

Wait, he's coming now.

I am surprised that you throw away your ambitions

so easily and even more so Father Antequera.

No, no. My ambitions

and Father Antequera's are intact.

They cannot wait.

We are not interested in your offer.

Oh, but you should listen to ours,

which is one where you have not a lot of margin

nor much time to decide.

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There he is. Let's go.

- Officer, how are you? - How are you?

Can I help you, Fathers?

We are looking for some joy for the body.

A little sparkle of nothing. We'll both fly with two grams.

- Right, Pedro? - Yes.

What are you talking about?

Look, why don't you join us here

where the sun shines the most.

We're a little bit cold, aren't we?

Are you selling? Are you selling?

We'll pay you whatever is necessary.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

We don't want any trouble, and I guess you don't either

after the business you have set up, right?

No, we are in favor of SMEs,

unless we have no other choice.

We just want to talk.

What the hell do you want?

You, priests, are not looking for your tithe, are you?

- No. - No, no, no.

Our needs are quite well covered.

- Yes. - That's good.

We live with very little.

We are interested in knowing where Esteban Cortés is.

Don't worry, Fathers.

The DA's office is looking for him.

I'm sure they'll find him much faster

if you tell them where you sell him the drugs.

Excuse me, Fathers.

Come here! Son of a bitch!

Where's Esteban?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Look, son of a bitch, don't get smart with me,

'cause I'm having an anxiety crisis.

I've sent all the Commandments to hell, one by one,

except for "thou shalt not kill."

Where is Esteban?

We don't give a damn about your tithe

and your goddamn business,

and we don't give a damn about you.

We just want to know where he is.

Where is Esteban?

Why are you looking at me? Answer.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch!

I, I was taking it to his cabin in the woods.

And where exactly is it?

Asshole.

Speak, son of a bitch.

For God's sake! Come on, man, come on!

Come on, man! You're going too slow!

I can't go any faster.

You're going too slow, man! Step on it, please!

Hello.

Officer Juarez, tell me.

Yes.

Yes.

Could you please repeat

everything you just told me to Father Antequera?

Thank you, I'll pass you on.

Simon.

- Simon! - OK!

Juarez, what's the matter? What a surprise.

How's it going?

It can't be.

Well, what does that have to do with it?

No, what are you saying?

What? No, but...

So?

- Nothing. - What did he say?

You know perfectly well what he said.

Adriana was with Quintana the night he disappeared.

They have photos of the license plate of her car

entering Mexico City. I don't know.

Maybe they were going to Esteban's apartment.

Who knows?

And what the hell was Adriana doing

while her son was setting fire to Quintana?

How would I know what she was doing? How would I?

Balam and Prado died near Adriana.

Now we know Quintana did too. Valentina is her patient.

There's not much to think about either, Simon.

- Stop the car, please. - What?

- Stop the car. - Why am I going...

- Stop the car, man! - All right, OK!

Should I jump out of the car while it's running?

- OK, OK. - Do I jump out of it?

OK, please, Simon.

Simon. Hey.

I know you don't trust my instincts, OK?

But I... I'm sure, Simon. I can feel it here.

Something's not right, Simon.

I feel something too, you know?

You're not the only person who feels things here.

Sometimes I feel deep things, and I can tell you

Adriana has nothing to do with this, man.

Nobody's seen Esteban in a month!

Adriana could be making us

run around like idiots to buy time

and her son could be somewhere else.

- No way, Pedro. - He could be in another country,

- for God's sake. - It can't be, Pedro.

It can't be.

Adriana has been misleading us so her son can escape.

No. What if it's not?

What if she's the one in danger?

Do you want to discuss it here or shall we go there?

Let's go. But I'm driving.

- Are the keys in there? - Yes, they are.

The kiosk cabins? Number 14?

- Down there at the back... - Thank you!

Damn!

Goddamn it!

Damn it.

Damn, it's Esteban.

Goddamn it!

He killed himself.

It's a suicide. He shot himself in the mouth.

His lips are burned from the fire.

My heart... will explode...

The skin is necrotic.

It's, uh...

- What a shock. - It's in a...

It's in an advanced state of decomposition.

How can you work in this, man?

This... This has been here for at least three weeks.

At least.

- Three weeks. - Three weeks?

Yes.

Are you sure?

That's before we came to town.

It's before Quintana disappeared.

Damn priests!

Adriana.

Adriana thought you were going to rescue her,

but you were too late.

I already took care of her.

- Adriana put down... - I'm going to kill you

just as I killed my mother!

Your mother?

Esteban?

What do you want?

Adriana, put the knife down, please.

Are you going to blow the gaff like Quintana?

- No! - Ask him how it went.

- Ask him! - No.

Or are you going to get all hot like this one?

No, Esteban. You're right, sorry.

Esteban, please calm down. I'm sorry.

- On your knees, both of you. - Yes.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes. - On your knees!

Do you think it will be hard for me to kill you?

- You don't have to do this. - Shut up!

You don't need to keep hurting anybody,

- please... - Shut up!

Adriana. It's Simon.

I'm not going to hurt you, Adriana.

- Give me the knife. - Simon.

- Simon. Simon. Simon. - Give me the knife, Adriana.

Adriana, give me the knife.

You're not Esteban.

Esteban is here, dead.

Adriana, he's dead unfortunately.

We can help you.

- Yes. - Your son couldn't bear

the death of his father, of your husband.

You two priests think you know everything, don't you?

You know absolutely nothing about me!

I understand your pain, Adriana.

No mother would be able to bear the pain

of finding her son like that.

Did you find him like that?

Esteban, open up!

Open up!

Esteban!

Open up! Open the door!

Esteban!

No!

No...

And since then you have created some kind of movie

where your son is still alive, but he's not.

Stop hurting yourself, Adriana.

You loved him more than anyone else in the world,

like any mother, it's normal.

Are we going to have breakfast, mom?

Yes, sweetie. What are you craving today?

Your son was your obsession.

And your son's obsession...

became yours.

Quintana.

That's it.

That's it. I said what you wanted.

No, Quintana. I'm going to make sure

you don't do any more harm to the people who trusted you.

People like us.

Who trusted you and you let them die.

Helena knew perfectly well that you were with Quintana

the night he disappeared, didn't she?

Don't worry, I'm already on my way there, Father.

I'll see you right away.

Thank you. See you later.

Shall I give you a ride?

You took him to the burn unit.

You did everything you could to make sure he survived.

Yes.

Valentina and Balam knew him very well.

Half a spoon of sugar, just the way you like it.

Thank you.

They recognized him, even though he was burned.

And Prado? Did he find out too,

or did you stop him from doing it?

Unfortunately, someone found you out.

- This is not the time for that. - Molina Reyes.

Please.

Molina Reyes was like your brother, Adriana.

- Someone had to stop him. - Yes.

No more hurting people, Adriana, please.

You're going to be OK.

- Calm down. - Yes.

Calm down.

- Are you OK? - Go. Go. Go.

Go, go, go!

Esteban is here, dead.

Adriana, he's dead unfortunately.

Your son couldn't bear the death of his father.

You did everything you could to protect your son, Adriana.

No mother would be able

to bear the pain of finding her son like that.

Thank you, Mom.

Thank you for protecting me.

I love you very much.

I love you too.

You don't need to fight anymore.

Will you come with me?

Adriana!

Adriana! Adriana.

Adriana!

What have you done?

What have you done?

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no! No!

Help!

Help!

Adriana!

No, no, no!

No! Help!

No, no, no!

No, no!

What have you done?

Our Father who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses.

Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses...

Good morning.

Thank you for coming.

In the town of San Acacio here in Mexico,

a priest named Guillermo Prado,

with the consent

of the Auxiliary Bishop of Pachuca,

performed clandestine exorcisms

without any authorization from the curia.

In these rituals, two minors accidentally died

in events that have not yet been clarified,

but the Church will fully cooperate

with the investigation.

I want to assure the population

that everyone in the Church

acted immediately upon receiving the complaints.

We only regret that we were not aware

of these events earlier,

when lives could have been saved.

On the other hand, I am pleased to announce

that Father Rafael Quintana has been found alive

and we ask you to pray for his prompt recovery.

Thank you. That's all.

You don't know what you're doing.

I'm leaving but Evil will stay.

And everyone here is suffering from it.

No, no.

Badi.

How are you doing?

I'm doing well. Better.

Does it still hurt?

A little bit, but fortunately, it was superficial.

I can give you some medicine if you want.

No, no!

No. Thank you very much, Badi.

I'm fine like this. I've learned my lesson.

Thank you for coming.

I owe you an apology.

No, Metzi.

You don't have to explain anything to me.

- OK. - You've done your job.

Although, perhaps, the reason you came to San Acacio

was not for your job, but for your soul.

Yes.

Yes.

My soul...

which is still full of doubts.

Why do you doubt?

You were destined to come to save our saint

since you were a child.

Don't you see?

How do you explain your drawings, for example?

I can't...

Well, because you raised me, Badi.

You probably told me about your village,

about the crosses.

And Valentina in the water?

No, Metzi.

Doubt all you want.

Doubting can be a good start.

Many saints doubted at first.

I'm not a saint, Badi.

No.

Of course, you're not. Come.

Not yet.

Follow your path.

Keep doing your job...

because Evil never gets tired.

Take care.

Father Antequera!

- Yes? Yes? - Fa... Father!

- Please come with me. - What happened?

You need to see this in the burn unit.

What happened?

Haven't they taken him away yet?

No, but look, Father.

Before Quintana arrived, they were completely burned.

Father. Look.

Since Quintana arrived, they started to heal.

Father...

I don't know if you can hear me.

No offense taken.

I've spent a lifetime trying to talk to God

and He never answers me.

I wanted to ask something from you, Father.

You know Adriana better than I do

and you know that she has had a very difficult life.

If you could look for compassion in your heart,

and understand her...

If you could help her, Father...

Help her, Father, please.

God bless you.

Do you want me to help you pack?

No, don't worry.

Well, if you ask me, I think that...

we just happened to be witnesses.

There's no scientific way to explain the healings.

I was having dinner at a saint's house

and I didn't accept his dessert.

"Anacacian Buñuelos."

They were blessed, too.

Things have happened, haven't they?

Yes...

Things have happened.

Welcome to Mexico, Simon.

Do you want to talk?

No, thanks, man. I have nothing to confess.

I didn't say confess, I said talk.

Not from priest to priest...

from...

friend to friend.

We'll talk later.

We can talk now too, can't we?

Do you have something better to do?

Come.

Come. Sit down.

Well...

Let's talk.

How are you?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

This isn't...

It's very complicated.

I'm sorry, I can't talk.

All right...

Well, we don't talk then, OK?

We can also cry, can't we?

That's what men do too, right?

I'm going to cry with you too.

Quite a trip, right?

You can come visit us in Italy whenever you want.

Goodbye, my dear.

"Arrivederci," Mexico.

"Benvenuta, Roma, l'eterna."

You'll see when they see me arrive at the Vatican

with this suitcase and a saint.

Look, one, two...

to be Pope directly.

Three steps at once.

Is that the only thing you're taking with you?

Yes, I don't need anything else.

Besides, if there's anything we have plenty of in Rome,

- it's good clothes. - Of course.

You can always call one of your estates

and have them bring you a little something.

Ah! The Father's humor has returned, hasn't it?

A little bit. A little bit.

The unbearable and annoying Antequera is back.

Hey!

- Good morning. How are you? - Very unbearable.

The Antequera who enjoys life

and takes the obstacles of life as opportunities to grow

because, you know, the heart has reasons

that, of course, reason doesn't understand.

Oh, look.

That's a good line. Is it yours?

You learn these little things in life.

You are so ridiculous, Father.

It's the tritest phrase in the world.

It's from the 16th century.

It's Pascal's and it doesn't even go like that,

it's "Love has reasons that reason doesn't understand."

It's not "love", it's "the heart".

The pump is here.

The heart is a muscle. It doesn't feel anything.

It is a metaphor.

The heart symbolizes love.

It is a...

Yes, but love symbolizes nothing.

Love is everything.

It's not the heart. Believe me, I'm a doctor.

That's why I've met so many doctors who are poets.

Well, I don't care.

It's not the heart.

The heart is a trifle and you eat it with rice.

I like them better grilled.

What the hell do you know?

Hey! You said "hell", Father.

- Relax. - What the hell!

That word already brings back bad memories.

Don't say it, please.

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- What do you think? - I don't know.

With all the medication Adriana put on him,

he's in a pharmacological comma.

We have to pray that he doesn't have brain damage.

Too bad we didn't find out sooner.

- Fathers! - Antonio.

Ah, look, Father Simon Antequera,

he is the psychiatrist I told you about.

Yes, we know each other. The last time I saw you,

you were performing a medieval ritual

on a little girl, I don't know if you remember.

- Hey. - OK. OK.

I'm replacing Father Prado as head of the hospice.

Whatever you need, I'm here to serve you.

Will you have time for everything?

Director and exorcist.

There are only 24 hours in a day.

Let's see. Father, as a psychiatrist,

is there anything that you can tell us

or give us guidance?

I understand that Esteban was your patient.

No, he wasn't my patient.

Adriana asked me to treat him, but he didn't want to.

When his father died, he fell into depression.

Alcohol, heroin...

He went back to Mexico City

and I never heard from him again.

I haven't seen him in over a month.

Don't think your son only gets here at night.

Esteban has a mental illness.

His mother has already said it,

the same mental illness as his grandmother.

- It is hereditary. - No, it is not genetic.

You saw him.

You know there is a more powerful force.

Yes.

- Oh, Simon, please, stop! - Yes, yes. They're calling me.

- Sister. - Can we talk now?

Yes. Tell me.

You have an offer from Vilaró.

A promotion?

We've already started with the papal bulls.

And what is he offering me?

Half a dozen hosts and a pint of holy water?

Oh, Mother, please.

Tell that bastard to shove his offer up his ass.

Father, can you use other words?

No, sorry.

Tell him exactly what I'm going to tell you.

Antonio, do you have any idea where we can find him?

No, I already told the police. Be careful.

Yeah, well. It's pretty clear to us

that he's not a very friendly guy.

No, he's not a killer trying to escape.

Do you know Evil?

Esteban is Evil.

- Be careful with him. - I will.

Doctor.

Doctor, don't make things more complicated.

Open the door, please.

Doctor!

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

- What's wrong? - What's happening?

What's going on?

There's no one here.

- The window. - Adriana!

- Where does that window lead to? - Let's go. It's that way.

That's what I've been telling you.

Yes, because I was telling you...

Oh. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Father Antequera says he invites you for a cup of coffee.

And you?

- Two. - Very well, then.

How about the Opera Bar at 4:00?

That'll be fine.

- "Arrivederci." - "Arrivederci."

Let me go!

You ruined my life when you killed my father.

You bastard!

- Esteban, let me go! - Shut up!

Let me go!

- Over there! Over there! - Let's go!

Let me go!

- Shut up! - Esteban, let me go!

- Help! - Shut up!

Let's go!

- Help! - Shut up!

- Help! - Son of a bitch.

- Help! - Shut up!

That bastard is capable of killing his own mother.

What was Esteban doing in the hospice?

That doesn't make any sense.

What difference does it make now?

Adriana is in danger.

There's no point in making sense of it.

Father, they're going to keep looking for her,

but there's no point in us killing ourselves.

Down here, about half a mile, is the Federal Highway

and you can go wherever you want from there

and there are a lot of trails around here

that go into the hill. He could be anywhere right now.

That son of a bitch has killed six people

without batting an eyelid.

We have to find him. Let's split up!

Simon, this is a maze. We have to...

We're missing something. We have to be smarter. OK?

What the hell are you talking about!

We're late. He's getting away right now.

We have to be faster. Please...

Is there any contact you have from anyone close to Esteban?

A family member, someone from work, a friend?

Yes, I know he and one of his friends

have been in custody a couple of times

at the Pacheco detention center.

Can we talk to him?

- I can talk to him, yes. - OK, let's go over there.

Pedro! I'm not moving from here until I find Adriana.

- Listen to me. - I'm not moving...

Hey, Simon! I want to find her too, OK?

But we have to think differently.

We have to be ahead of him, Simon.

If we stay here, we'll always be behind.

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

He is very close to Adriana.

Yes, I can see that.

How did Quintana get to Esteban's apartment

if his truck was at the camp?

Can you verify which cars left San Acacio

the night Quintana disappeared

on the security cameras or something?

- Yes, I can do it again. - Yes.

- Pedro! - I'm coming!

Go in there. Shit!

Where are you going? Where are you going?

Esteban! Come on, let me go!

Do you think he's coming for you?

Your dear Father? You're a damn bitch!

I'll be waiting for him here.

Until he comes.

Until he comes to pick up his bitch!

It looks like he doesn't care so much about you, huh?

You're not of use anymore. Where are you going?

- Where are you going? - Esteban, stop it now! Stop!

Where are you going?

No. No!

You bitch.

You bitch.

Where were you when they arrested you?

I was sitting outside my house.

What time was it?

About 6:30.

And when was the last time you saw Esteban?

I swear I haven't seen him.

Never? Not once in your whole life?

No, don't tell me that. He was like my partner.

Well, then, when was the last time you saw him?

About a month ago.

A month ago.

Well, that's wrong.

28, 32 days.

Did you talk to him often?

Well, often, like a girlfriend?

Like a friend...

But I haven't seen him in two months.

You just told me it was one.

Yes, one.

If I haven't seen him in two,

then I haven't seen him in one either.

Did you notice anything unusual about him

the last time you saw him?

When his father died, my buddy got very depressed.

He was obsessed with the Church.

He said that priests were bad people.

So? Do you remember what they talked about

the last time you saw him?

Well, we arranged to meet there in the square

because we were going to see some girls.

He has a dry mouth. He scratches himself a lot.

He's very anxious.

What was the day you were supposed to meet?

I've seen them like that a thousand times.

- Yes. - And the girls?

Do you remember?

Who sells you drugs?

Who's your dealer?

Who sells you drugs?

- Who's selling it to you? - Father!

- Simon, Simon, Simon! - Father!

- Who sells you the drug? - Father!

- Simon! - Who's selling you the drug?

Dude, please!

What the hell are you doing, Father?

You can't walk into an interrogation like that.

Adriana's son can't be doing drugs

in his mother's house.

He'd have to find some shelter, some place, somewhere.

What about that?

So if we find the dealer,

he's going to tell us where he was selling.

- He's right. - No, he's not right.

The asshole in there is not charged.

He has nothing to lose

and I can't force him to say anything.

Look, I really appreciate what you're doing, but...

- let me do my job. - Yes.

Yes, you're right. We apologize. Let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

- Mariano. - Mariano.

- Just a second. - You bastard.

I already told you everything that...

Sorry to push you, son. I need to talk to you

and I don't want anyone to see us.

- Screw you. - Listen to me!

The information dies here with me,

but I need you to tell me who your dealer is.

He's a cop, right? Is he a cop or not?

You talk. I don't say anything. This is a confessional secret.

But if you don't talk, I'd start to worry.

All right, let's calm down a little bit, Father. Look.

Brother, this is very easy, OK?

We're not cops.

We don't care if they sell you heroin,

chocolates or timeshares, OK?

So, look. Here's what's going to happen.

You're going to tell us the name of who's selling you,

I'll give you absolution and send you to Heaven,

- how about that? - If you don't,

I swear I'll go all out and send you to Hell.

Heaven or Hell.

You don't have to think about it too much, right?

- Sister. - Your Excellency.

Is it just the two of us?

No, no. Father Antequera will be here in a minute.

Wait, he's coming now.

I heard you are offering my position.

Maybe I got confused.

I thought that...

I was going to retire in two years.

I am surprised that you throw away your ambitions

so easily and even more so Father Antequera.

No, no. My ambitions

and Father Antequera's are intact.

They cannot wait.

We are not interested in your offer.

Oh, but you should listen to ours,

which is one where you have not a lot of margin

nor much time to decide.

Your Excellency,

I recommend that you sit down and listen to us.