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Hey.

What the hell are you doing?

Hey!

Please...

What the...?

No, no, no.

Please...

Stop, stop, stop.

Stop...

No, no...

Stop...

THE ENVOYS

Wow.

Wow.

Don't worry about that hernia,
I'll take care of this.

Mr. Salinas.

Where would you like me
to put the suitcase?

Oh, sorry.

I figured that, as you made
me take three flights

to come see your babysitter,

I thought you'd at least
carry my suitcase. Right?

He's not my babysitter.

He's the Archbishop
of Santiago de Compostela.

Be mindful of rank.

You're just a village priest.

I'm a priest
and a medical consultant.

Anyway, he is your babysitter,
isn't he?

Simonete!

"Simonete"?

Well, he's my mentor,
my brother, my father.

And sometimes even
my babysitter.

Simonete!

What a welcome sight!
Let me take a look!

You look really well! Right?

Oh, Father Martín!

Well, I mean,

Monsignor Cañola.

Father Martín is good.

It takes us back to a time
when things were much simpler,

Good Lord, do you remember

when you lived
in that hovel of a parish?

And now look at you.
Look where you've ended up!

Goodness me.

-Who did you have to bribe?
-Me?

So, this is my colleague,
Pedro Salinas.

-Nice to meet you.
-Lovely to meet you.

Monsignor Cañola,
my village priest.

He raised me.

Well, I hope the other
kids turned out better.

Well, I don't think this one
turned out too badly.

He was a big help right
from the start.

Well...
So, look, I brought Pedro along

because visions

and manifestations,
are his specialty.

Well, we're going to need him.

We can talk here if you like,
or at the Pilgrim's Inn.

They have pulpo à feira
at the inn.

Here we have four unconsecrated
hosts left over from Sunday.

-You choose.
-Right, so what do you think?

-Octopus, right?
-You're making it really easy.

Yes? You'll see. You'll see!

The suitcases?

Simonete?

The suitecases, Simonete.

Lord, bless the food
we are about to receive.

Amen. Thank you.

Come on.

Have you had a chance
to read the messages I sent?

Yes. I read them all.

All twelve of them.

Thank the Lord for this octopus.

Thank you, Lord,
for that pinch of red pepper

and that splash of olive oil.

Thank the Lord for the man
who begat this dish.

Simonete.

Sorry, Father.

But you have no idea
what our work is like.

We suffer an awful lot,
gastrically speaking.

Pedro. Go on.

-You're going to love it.
-No, I'm fine.

I've actually ordered
a salad, no onion.

-I'm feeling a little...
-For the love of God.

It's just a little octopus.

It's not going to hurt you.

Sorry, Father.
I interrupted you.

Don't worry.
For good reason, right?

Let's see...

This will astound you.
It's fascinating.

There's a little village
near here, on the coast.

It's called Porto da Lúa.

It's just 50 kilometers away,

but it's a whole other world.

Have you ever walked
the Camino de Santiago?

No, I haven't had
the chance yet.

No. Here, just the potatoes...

You should.
It's quite the experience.

You meet people coming here
from all around the world.

For some pilgrims,

it's not enough
to reach Santiago,

they want to keep going
to Finisterre in the west.

Porto da Lúa,
is just the other side.

So it's off the beaten track

and stuck in time.

In what time?
Because a lot happened there.

The Inquisition was heavy there.

Sure, like everywhere.

But you're right,

there's not much of a religious
presence in the area.

There's just a convent,
with a chapel

and an itinerate priest
who runs seven parishes.

Father Fermín.

He's elderly so not too much
can be expected of him.

Well, not much at all.

To be honest, you
can't expect anything of him.

The poor creature
has another two eucharists

left in him, tops.

-Pedrito, seriously.
-Don't interrupt, Simonete.

I can't stand to see you
all vegan over there.

Enough, don't interrupt,
Simonete, please.

You'll see,
the convent is massive.

But all that remains
is three Sacramentine nuns,

who manage as best they can.

They're sisters by vocation
but also sisters by blood.

The Olivares sisters.

Here's the best bit.

They're blind.

All three of them.

What?

They're blind, but...

and this is the good bit,

one of them has visions.

Only in Galicia.

What do you mean, "visions"?

Like, have, have you
corroborated them?

No, no, to be honest,

I've never really paid attention
to the matter.

The village locals consult them.

They believe in her.

People of faith,

call it superstition,
I don't know.

I mean, visions...

A bit of "your husband
will be healed" over here,

or a "don't let your kid
drop football,

because he'll succeed"
over there...

-Sure, sure.
-Sometimes they get it right,

sometimes they don't.

People remember
when they got it right,

they forget the times they got
it wrong and the myth grows.

But look, they keep
the villagers' faith alive.

-God bless them.
-God bless them.

But a couple of months ago,

and here comes
the surprising part...

-Are you ready?
-Please.

I have my "wow" all lined up.

So, look, I'll give you
some context.

Nearly 20 years ago
a village girl was abducted.

She was asleep in her crib,

and she suddenly vanished.

She was never seen again.

So, as I was saying,

a couple of months ago,

the nun who has the visions,

she's called Corina,

she suddenly says...

"123 Avenue of the"...

I don't know,
I'm just making it up.

The thing is that she gave us
the exact address

where the abducted girl
could be found.

Now, you two need
to figure out where.

In the village.

In Madrid, they found her in...

No, no, because
he said "1-2-3 Avenue,"

so it must be in...
in England? In London?

Hot or cold, Father?
Give us a clue

or we'll be here all day.

In Ferryland. Canada.

How could I possibly
have known that?

Of course, that Canadian girl...

No, Spanish through and through.

Yes, yes, it was on
the news, on CNN, all week.

-Yes, that one.
-Yes, I remember.

So, there's a secular
institute in the village.

They call it, La Hermandad.

They're good people.
People of faith.

Sometimes too much so.

One of the founders,

Joaquín Bustamante
will welcome you.

He's an important man
in the village.

He's a friend of yours?

Well, friend, I'm not sure
that's the right word.

But he trusts me.

I'm his confessor.

We'll try to find something out.

No, Simón.

It's not going to be enough
to try.

I want you
to find everything out.

Everything?

Everything... What's everything?

Everything.

How could a blind nun

stuck in the backwaters
of Porto da Lùa

know where to find a girl

who was abducted
over 20 years ago?

Does she actually
have visions or...

or is this something else?

Something else?

What do you mean by
something else?

I don't know.

But wouldn't it be great?

If it were true?

I don't think it is, but...

How long...

how long it's been
since the Church

gave us some good news?

Sure. It's been...

You can find out what I can't.

You will know how to do it.

You two will know
how to uncover the miracle...

or the secret.

Simonete...

I'm the one who needs
your help now.

Shall we get to work, Simonete?

What was this guy's name?

-Fathers!
-Look!

How are you?

I'm Joaquín Bustamante.

-Simón Antequera, how are you?
-Pedro Salinas.

Nice to meet you.
Lovely to have you here.

How was your trip?
Did you get any sleep?

-Well...
-No. Not at all.

-I haven't slept a wink.
-Monsignor told me everything.

-Really?
-To be frank,

I don't know why
he asked you to come.

Well, we're very flattered
that the Vatican

should turn its attention
to Porto da Lúa,

but there's really
not a big deal.

It's just three local nuns,

and it's not they had
a visit from the Virgin.

Of course, of course.

Actually, this has nothing
to do with the Vatican.

Monsignor Cañola sent us.

That's right.

In that case, let's get going.

Belisario, the suitcases.

I want you to know,
anything you need,

you can count on me.

That's great.

You can start
by ditching the formalities.

These collars already
make us feel old enough.

Don't make it any worse, please!

Consider it done.

So then,

you're the lawyer
and you're the doctor.

-That's right.
-Yes, exactly.

Well, that's settled.

-Let's go.
-It's so pretty here.

-You like it?
-Yes, yes.

You're going to love it.

It's true
that we're not very friendly

with people from Santiago.

It's too close, and yet too
far away at the same time.

This is a small
fishing village and sure,

sometimes we feel
like they look down on us.

So you may find the locals
to be a little bit dry.

Some may even be rude.

But they're good people.
Strong. Noble.

We might not have the cultural
scene of Manhattan,

but we do have our own things.

You don't have
their prices either.

So what do you think
of the Olivares sisters?

Do they perform miracles,
see visions, or...

are they frauds?

You are here to find that out.

How beautiful.

What a shame not to have seen it
in its glory days.

The Holy Trinity of Mar.

Abandoned over a century ago.

What a shame.

They should restore it
or declare it a heritage site.

They're just waiting
for it to collapse.

We're arriving now.

You can get some rest
and unpack your things

at La Hermandad.

I'm sorry, but I think
it's important for us

to meet the nuns first.

If you don't mind, of course.

-Really?
-Yes, really.

God...

There she is.

The Oracle of Porto da Lúa.

Wait for me here.

Joaquín.

That's quite a sixth sense
you have, Sister.

Not my sixth.
I recognized you with my third.

You're the only person
around here

who still wears Aqua Velva.

Even Father Fermín

stopped using that stuff.

Sister, come with me
a moment, please...

I want to introduce you
to my friends.

-I'll be right back.
-This way.

She has quite an audience.

Village psychics
attract desperate people.

It's very common in small towns.

And in big cities too, Simón.

-This way, please.
-All right...

These gentlemen are our guests.

-Hello, Sister.
-Hello.

I'm Father Simón Antequera.

A young voice!

How exciting!

I'm Sister Corina.

So glad to meet you.
I'm Pedro Salinas.

Nice to meet you.

It's such a pleasure
to hear your voices,

I'm sure it must be sinful.

We don't get many
visitors out here.

Well...

Welcome...

It's... it's a real
pleasure to meet you,

thank you so much for having us,
it's a pleasure.

Imagine the pleasure for me!

Today's going to be
such a special day.

What a day.

And why have you come here?

I mean, what for?

Because of your reputation.

Because of what happened
with your visions,

we were so amazed by them.

No...

No, not you.

You weren't amazed.

Never mind your reason.

I'm thrilled to have you here.

If you would please,
just give me one minute...

I'll take care of some people
who came to see me

and then I'll make you
some coffee

with some delicious
homemade madeleines!

Of course, we've been making
them for 50 years,

why wouldn't they be delicious?

They're all we make.

-How lovely.
-Yeah, well, I'm just...

so delighted to have
visitors from outside.

Absolutely, Sister.

Thank you.

Joaquín, will you
show them the way?

Yes, of course,
this way, please.

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you, Sister.

Sister Franca?

Good afternoon, first.

Good afternoon, of course, yes.

-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

Sister, I'm Father
Simón Antequera.

We just met Sister Corina,
and she invited us to...

It's almost seven.

We're about to begin Vespers.

You're priests, aren't you?
You should know that.

-Of course.
-It might not matter to you,

but it does to us, very much.

Prayer is our life,
it's why we're here.

In fact, we were invited
by Sister Corina to...

And yet you insist?

No, no, no.

Well, I mean, we'll wait.

We can wait,
right here for you...

Then we have to have dinner.

And clear the table.

Wash and dry dishes...

Say our evening prayers.

And finally,
we have our reading hour.

-In privacy. It's sacred to us.
-Sure.

Well, Father Salinas wanted...

-No.
-You wanted to...

-You did want to...
-No, no, I did not...

I simply wanted

to meet you and...

and get a feel for the place.

What is there to feel?

Well,

the spirituality
of the place, right?

And the... the...

the presence of the Lord.

God can be found
anywhere, Father.

Of course.

If you need a convent to feel it
you'll suffer.

Can't be a good priest
without faith.

Have you felt it?

Very deeply.

I mean... Obviously.

I'm sorry, we have to go.

We'll be back tomorrow,
don't worry about it.

Maybe if you were invited,
but I'm afraid you're not.

This is not a circus, Fathers.

We don't perform
public festivals.

Sure.

Someone mentioned
some madeleines...

what...

I'll have them sent over
to the hotel.

They'll be staying
at La Hermandad.

And thank you so much
for the visit.

Truly, what a delight.

Yeah.

It was a pleasure, Sister,
we'll see you soon.

Thank you, Sister.

Sister Franca.

Will you excuse me a minute?
I have to make a call.

LOURMARIN, FRANCE

Follow me.

This way, please.

Sure, yes.

We're very excited
about this girl.

I must confess, Sister,

-I'm a little bit nervous.
-Why?

FATHER SIMON

The girl was born in Domrémy,
like Joan of Arc,

and she heard the voice
of Saint Catalina

and the Archangel Michael!

-Oh, boy!
-"Oh, boy"? What is that?

When something's amazing,
you say "Oh, boy."

How's that connected?
I don't get the metaphor.

It's just is amazing.

There's too much for this
to be a coincidence.

Besides, parents would never
put a kid through this

just for the money.

Oh, boy...

-Hello, Sophie.
-Hello.

Hello.

Sister Emilia,
it's a pleasure to meet you.

We've heard about you.

The pleasure is all mine.

She's Mireille.

-Mireille?
-Yes.

That's so appropriate!

Mireille as in "miracle"!

I'm Father Nicanor Centella.

I'm here to confirm and
authenticate Mireille's vision.

We're here to confirm
and to authenticate.

Both of us.

Sophie, the producer
wants to talk to you

for one second before we begin.

She wants to talk
to you too, Nicanor.

Would you like
to be interviewed too?

Only if you want to, of course.

Yes, yes.

Why not?

Sister, can you look
after the girl?

If I call you Father,

and you call me Sister,

we're gonna end up
confusing the kid.

Go on.
I'll stay here with Mireille.

We'll have a chat,
woman to woman.

Now, it looks like
you speak a bit of English.

Your father is Andalusian,
correct?

-Yes.
-Perfect.

So then we don't have
to speak French anymore?

Tell me, Mireille...

Is the Virgin Mary pretty?

Yes, very pretty.

She's the most beautiful
woman in the world.

A beautiful Virgin?

Twice as impressive, then.

Come, let's sit down over here.
Up you go!

Would you like
a little chocolate? Yes?

I always have a little with me.
Let's see...

Here.

I actually have superpowers,
you know?

It's true.
Ever since I was a little girl,

I was superpowerful.

Can you fly?

No...

I used to be able to fly...

But not anymore.

Wanna know what I can do,
though?

I can read what's in your head

by putting my finger
on your forehead.

It's just like a game?

I used to play it
with my cousin.

Look...

this is my cousin.

He's good looking, isn't he?

I can read what you're thinking,

as if it were written down.

Would you like to play a little?
Yeah?

All right.

Think of a number
between one and ten.

But quickly, quickly, quickly.

You're thinking of the number...

ten!

I was right? I really got it?

I did?

You really like chocolate,
right?

Do you want to keep playing?
Okay, close your eyes.

I want you to think
of any food...

You are thinking about...

Chocolate!

Yeah, you are thinking
of chocolate.

I was right again!

Okay, keep going,
let's keep playing.

Close your eyes.

I was told

that you've seen
the Archangel Michael.

But is that really true?

And Joan of Arc...

have you seen her?

But I think you were told
that you saw her.

Is that right? Okay.

And I also think
that you were told

that you have
to keep that a secret,

and not say anything.
Is that right?

Yes?

Well, that's good.

If someone asks you
to keep a secret,

then it's good
if you do keep it.

Of course it is.

We're done now.

You are an amazing little girl,
alright?

When I look inside you,
it's all beautiful.

There's music inside of you
that's strong, and so pretty!

Sorry about this,
it'll be just a minute,

we're just a little behind.

The interview's cancelled.

What?

-Why?
-Let's go.

Father?

Please, tell me
I'm needed somewhere

that real things
are actually happening!

Malaysia, Morocco, Mongolia,
anywhere else, I beg you.

Sister...

It looks like you're in luck.

All this fuss over us?

It really wasn't necessary.

We'd have been more than happy
with just a little shellfish.

This is an embarrassment.

I personally beg your
forgiveness

that you had to see this.

But why? It seems quite...
picturesque.

Village festivals
were always dedicated

to the Sacred Trinity of Mar.

That's the abandoned church
we saw, right?

-Exactly.
-Yeah.

But this outrageous mayor

not only did she remove
any Catholic meaning

from the festivals,

but she also banned mass
from the village square.

There she is.

She's only been our mayor
for three months,

but acts like she's
the Duchess of Alba.

That it's alright,
people should dance,

if the mood starts to drop,
bring it up...

Excuse me, Pilar. Pilar.

Oh, God, we'll talk later.

Joaquín, what a pleasure!

What do you think? You like it?

Look how pretty they are.

Are you really going to do this?

-It's already done.
-But how...?

Joaquín, we're the only
village in Galicia

that doesn't get tourists,
the only one.

And this festival is a desperate
attempt to attract tourists,

from the rest
of Spain and Europe.

Yes, we need infrastructure,

and we need investment...

But what investment?
What are you...

Yes, I've secured
two German investors,

another from London,

and there's even
an interested American.

-From London?
-Yes! London.

All I want is for them
to have a good time.

To dance and have fun,
the investors, the people

and even sour Catholics
like you.

Don't call me a sour Catholic,
Pilar, no, don't...

Listen to me, Joaquín, honestly.

Stop giving me a hard time,
I have a lot to do.

Listen, Pilar. That's not how
our father raised you.

Don't bring my father into this.

Don't bring up our father,

'cause those frustrated
priests and you,

made his life
difficult enough already.

We're consecrated lay people
not frustrated priests.

And at least
we have a little bit of dignity,

and a sense of respect
for this town.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah!

Well, let's see
if you can respect

the municipal
dumping regulations

for fish and shellfish

that your company's flouting!

You're polluting the coastline.

-But Pilar...
-No, Honestly.

I'm calling in an inspector.

But what are you saying, Pilar?

-The company is yours too!
-I don't want it!

I don't want the business,
I told you.

What I want
is to dig Porto da Lúa.

out of the mess that you...

and your puritanical friends
have gotten us into.

And I'll do it
without pollution.

-Pollution, Pilar?
-Manolo, anything you need...

Pollution here? Pollution?

-What pollution?
-Yes.

Oh, sure, of course...

You don't know
what I'm talking about

because the only one
you know happens at night.

Doesn't it, Belisario?

Oh, man...

That woman is a real pill.

No, I am not going to allow it!

I don't care what you
allow me to do.

You already kicked me out
of this town once,

and that won't happen again,
I'm 40 years.

I'm finally old enough
to stop you.

You're just like Dad.

Well, at least
I inherited something.

You got the height gene,
and I got the balls.

You have no shame, Pilar.

-Joaquin, look...
-No, it's...

I just want tourists
to come here,

for the economy to flourish,

to revive cultural life

and for people to have
some fun in their lives,

that's all I want.

And if in the process
I get a chance

to really annoy
your pack of dinosaurs,

I'll be in so much ecstasy
they'll have to lock me up.

So, I'm not ashamed.

I'm proud, I feel joy.

I'm overcome with satisfaction.

Do you get it
or shall I draw it for you?

And you, shut up,
you big gorilla,

I'm tired of hearing your voice.

Well...

We'll see you at the festival.

It's going to be great fun.

There's food, drinks,

a little music...

The big shot Mayor, no mass,
no mass, just parties.

A party for investors,
come on, what investors?

She doesn't know
what she's talking about.

This is ridiculous.

Abad Cisneros? Who was that?

He was our most famous resident.

From the 16th century.

A saint who spent his life
doing good for others.

We try to follow his example.

Building schools,
caring for the elderly,

preserving local customs.

And preserving our identity.

What we are.

BROTHERHOOD OF ABAD CISNEROS

It's not much, but welcome.

-Thank you.
-This will be your home.

I'm going straight to bed.

See you, Joaquín.

There's one more thing.
Just out of curiosity.

What did Father Cañola
tell you about the village?

-Not much.
-Not much at all, yeah.

Well, there's not much to tell.

We're a small town.

With a deep... very deep faith.

But still small.

The thing with Sister Corina
may have been a miracle

but it's also small.

We don't like
to attract attention.

Okay, but for us,
there's just...

no small miracles, right?

We'll be discrete, Joaquín.

Thank you.

Discrete?

What do you mean?
Why be discrete?

Just a figure of speech.

Goodnight, thank you, Joaquín.

Right, well,
you're very welcome.

Thank you, Joaquín.
Thank you, Belisario!

Joaquín, one more thing.

Our colleague arrives tomorrow
at six in the morning.

Do you think someone could
help us go pick her up?

Of course, there's always
someone up at four around here.

-Belisario will take you.
-Thank you.

Fantastic.

Did you happen to bring
your sleeping pills?

-No, I ran out.
-No way.

-But I have something better.
-What's that?

This'll get you
to sleep alright.

And you weren't gonna tell me?

Drinking alone?

Just see for yourself!

Do you think...

Do you think that there
is a rational explanation

for her having these visions?

I don't know.

Let me tell you about a case
we had here in Spain.

We had a famous psychic...

who had her own TV show,

her own phone number.

She would charge 20 euros
for half an hour.

I mean, she had
to make a living...

20 euros, just 20 euros.

So people, bam!

20 euros.

So, she would take live calls

and lay out the cards.

'The cards don't lie, my child.'

And she was right about that.

She was the one lying.

Of course.

So you'd watch the program...

and she got every
call right, dude.

All of them.

People would start to cry,

she'd promise them the moon,
I mean, the full shebang...

and you'd think,
"Shit, I'm calling".

But of course...

When you try to call...

You'd never get
put straight through.

They'd ask for your name,
and date of birth,

and then say
they'll call you back.

So, of course,
with that information...

there was no magic...

It was just the Internet.

"Look, my son,
the cards are telling me

that you lost someone really
close to you

around three years ago."

But it wasn't in the cards.

It was your Facebook page.

With some picture of your Dad

that you'd posted
with a message about,

"You left us three years ago

and we've missed you
so much ever since."

-Right.
-You know?

And if they'd didn't
find anything?

No one called you back.

Foolproof method.

So what you're trying to say

is that Sister Corina...

Was able to find the girl

on Facebook.

Not her, but maybe
they have a community manager.

Oh, Simón, please!

Please don't be ridiculous,
for God's sake.

I know it's hard
to imagine, but...

our job is to be skeptical,
right?

Yes, yes, yes.

Well, all right then.

Let's be skeptical.

It's just...

I don't know,
something feels weird.

-What are you feeling?
-I don't know.

Something.

-Something?
-Something.

Come on, Pedrito, when you
start getting those feelings

you save us a whole lot of work.

It's just...
I don't know, but...

It could be something,
you know...?

Or, it could be...

something!

There's something different
about those nuns.

I don't know if they're lying,
but...

there's something.

And that something is what's
keeping me awake.

But they're sleeping!

What do you mean sleeping?
Let me through!

You cannot be here!

What's going on?

Let me through!

You can't go up there!

What's going on?
What's going on?

What's going on?

No! Get this troglodyte
away from me

before I kill him, Okay?!

Your flight came in early,
or what?

The flight came in early.

I spent two hours waiting
at the airport.

I had to rent a car!

Sorry Emilia, but yesterday

we had to take a pill
to get some sleep.

I must have called you
thousands of times!

I had to rent a car!

Alright, why didn't you take
a taxi then, sister?

Because I know how to drive.
I have a licence.

So I rented a car, alright?

-Right, right...
-The Vatican's paying.

Sister, please get out.

-I'm sorry, but who are you?
-Eusebio.

That's great, Eusebio,
and who are you?

I'm the one who's saying
that she can't be in here.

Leave her with us for
a few minutes, please.

Women are not allowed
in any of the bed chambers.

The rules apply to everyone.

She's not a woman, she's a nun.

You, however,
couldn't be more of a man.

Could you get me something
for my hangover

and some water, Eusebio,

-could you do that, please?
-Sister...

I promise you...

we had everything organized
to come and pick you up.

It's already forgotten.

Not completely forgotten,

because I have a good memory,
but I'll get over it.

Let me bring you up to speed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The three blind nuns,
the Canada thing

the missing girl,
you already told me.

-Have you met the nuns?
-Yeah.

Maybe they'll be
a little bit nicer to you

because with...

Coffee. Now! Both of you.

Andiamo.

Hey, andiamo.

Judgment is also a sin,
right, Sister?

I'll wait outside.

Unbelievable...

It won't get through.

No, it's fine,
it's not a big deal...

Let's go meet the Sisters.

Joaquín,
we should probably go over

to the girl's parents' house.

Well, if you want,
I can take you.

-You know them?
-Of course!

They've always worked
in the family business.

Wait for me in the car.

-Thank you.
-Come.

I'll introduce you
to the Sisters.

Sister Corina,

I'd like to introduce
you to Sister Emilia.

Emilia!

Like my grandmother!

I love that name.

And I love that you're here.

What a beautiful soul
you have, my dear.

Grazie!

Annabel!

Come here, we have visitors.

Sister Emilia
has come to see us.

Sister Emilia
has also come from the Vatican.

She works
with Salinas and Antequera.

They're here to help us
with the whole matter.

-Very good.
-Yeah.

They'll be staying for a while.

Yeah.

Emilia,
I leave you in safe hands.

Grazie.

Anabel...

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Thank you.

She's very shy.

Could we offer you
some coffee, tea, or...?

Yes, yes, grazie mille.
Coffee.

We never found out
how she disappeared.

It was as if by magic,
do you remember?

Tell them what happened,
Alba, tell them.

Nothing.

I...

Well, I put her...

in her cradle to sleep and...

Tell them about your walk.

-Tell them.
-Well, yeah.

She'd taken her for a walk.

But how could you have taken
a newborn out for a walk?

In her stroller, of course.

She took her out
on her stroller.

It's perfectly clear, Alba,
don't worry.

Yeah...

Right, so I took her
out for a walk,

I came back and...

I remember I was in bed,
exhausted,

because I'd just gotten back
from four days out at sea,

I was out trawling.

Being a fisherman is very tough.

We really appreciate
what they do.

Continue, Alba, please.

-Tell them, Alba.
-Please.

Right, so I came back
from my walk, and...

he was in the bed, and...

I placed the baby in her cradle,

and we just went to sleep.

And when we woke up
the next day she was gone.

We never saw her again.
Tell them.

Then the next day,
when we woke up...

We never saw her again.

Right.

This is a fishing village.

There are a lot of people
here that work at night.

As have I, many times.

And no one saw anything?

Nothing at all!

Her disappearance was as much
a miracle as her appearance.

The Canadian family
who legally adopted Xiara

did it through an orphanage
in Biarritz, right?

Because that's where
she was abandoned.

The thing is, who would
abduct a girl in Spain

just to then leave her a few
kilometers further north,

without asking
for anything in return?

What are you saying?
That we abandoned her?

-No, no, no.
-No, no, I didn't mean to...

What I mean is,

I was thinking
that maybe you knew someone

who was in some way
connected to France...

No one.

And you'd better never say
anything like that again.

Sorry, Bernal.

I didn't mean to suggest...

anything.

I didn't meant
to suggest anything.

Do you know how hard
we looked for that girl?

Years trying to have
a child, but nothing.

And suddenly one day,

when we'd given up
on the idea of having children,

so many prayers, so much
supplication, so much begging,

bore its fruit.

The good Lord gave us a child,
why would we abandon her?

Of course.

And, the Olivares Sisters,

how well you do know them?

For our whole lives.

I don't know but suddenly
one of them said...

"I saw the girl."

And was that true?

It was true.

Desculpa. Alba,
could you come here for a minute.

What did she say?

If she could talk to you for a
minute.

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

Okay.

I understand
that the lab results

show you are her parents, right?

Yes, yes, the results
are completely reliable.

I went to the lab
with Bernal myself.

So that just proves
you're her biological father.

That's all.

You're right.

Xiana's of age,
she makes her own choices.

For her, her parents are...

well, her parents.

Luckily, she wanted to know us,
she's a good girl,

but a lifetime
has passed since...

A lifetime has passed.

So, you don't have any coffee?

You don't like chamomile tea?

-Who is this?
-Franca.

She's the eldest
out of the three of us.

Franca, Sister Emilia
is here to see us.

It's a pleasure to meet you all.

Don't rush to draw conclusions.

Franca can be a little sour
at first, but with time,

you'll see, she's very sweet.

Like Amaro Montenegro.

What is that?

Amaro Montenegro? A liquor.

Are you an alcoholic?

Me, no, no.

Don't worry, she's kidding.

Madeleines...

Thank you, Nuno.

Nuno.

Nuno helps us
with anything we can't do,

which isn't much, to be honest.

I'm able to make my way
around the garden

as I could see it.

Grazie.

How many years has it been?

I'll leave you.

Nice to meet you, Nuno.

So where are you staying?

At the Hermandad headquarters.

And you're here
to ask us questions.

Yes. I'm dying of curiosity.

-Quite.
-This Madeleine is delicious.

What a lovely child.

Although I can tell you
there's no great mystery.

It's just something
that happens like when...

when you suddenly,
for no reason,

you suddenly see
your mother's skirt

and yourself as a little girl,
clinging to her.

Or the veins
on your father's hands

when he picked you up.

Yes. That kind of thing.

There's not much else to say,
what happened happened.

And that's what I think.

But the Vatican is run by men.

So they have
to investigate everything

so they can feel important.

Insopportabile.

What did I tell you?

A delight.

To be honest, I wanted
to ask you a favor.

I feel a little uncomfortable
at the Hermandad.

Say no more.

Too much testosterone
and not enough manners.

Exactly right.

And this place is so beautiful
and, I don't know,

I feel a little more
at ease, more secure.

Might I be able to stay here?

It's only a few days.

But we lead a very humble life.

That's not a problem for me.

I live in a studio apartment.

-That's settled then.
-Corina.

You can stay in Maribel's room.

It's been empty since she died.

Is that really not a problem?

No, not at all.

Stay with us, we'll have fun
together, you'll see.

I don't know...

Not at all, not at all.

Go get your things,
you can stay here.

This is your home, Emilia.

Grazie.

Bernal!

Come.

What is it, Belisario?

How's the girl doing?

Well...

I don' know what to say.

That's quite a problem
you have there?

It's not a problem,
she's my daughter.

Right, well,
if she's your daughter, Bernal,

you're going to need money.

You'll have to buy
the girl stuff, right?

Would you like a little
extra work?

Always.

Come on then, help us unload.

Bernal...

Careful,
they're not sardines, okay?

Bustamente
is not eating with us?

He must not be back yet.

No, it's just that Joaquín
spends his day

running around the local area,
helping the elderly,

working with schools
and parishes.

He even set up a food
bank in the village.

-How wonderful.
-He's the best of us.

Believe me, this world
would be a different place

if we had an army of Joaquíns.

-Of course.
-I believe you, I believe you.

Especially as you're saying it
when he's not here,

so you're not trying
to ingratiate with your boss.

Joaquín isn't our boss.

But...

Sebastian, one of the eldest
founders of the Hermandad.

Simón Antequera -Sorry.

I thought that...

Pedro Salinas, sorry.
Forgive me.

And this is Brother Gaitan.

Here in the Hermandad,
he's the Secretary General...

Tell them what you do.

Indispensable.

Sorry for the confusion,

Brother, honestly.

That's absolutely fine.

It happens a lot.

I mean,
Joaquín is a real whirlwind.

But here, we share everything,
including the leadership,

so no offense taken.

That's very big of you, Brother.

There aren't people like
that where we're from.

No.

So what do you have to say
about the Olivares Sisters?

How do you plan to corroborate

whether their premonition
was real or not?

Well,

we...

We have our ways.

Yes, of course.

And if those fail then the good
Lord will guide us. Right?

And if the Lord lets us down

then we always
have Brother Gaitan.

Right.

Do you know what they
did in that church

we saw when we arrived?

In the Holy...
What was it called? Holy...?

The Holy Trinity of Mar.

What happened there?

Apparently, they sacrificed
Wiccans during the Inquisition.

-Sacrificed what?
-Wiccans.

-Wiccans?
-Yes, witches.

Sorceresses.

Actually,
they were poor Galicians

who did their work
and were publicly accepted.

Right up until Torquemada
got here, right?

Well, not exactly.

What happened here

is that a lot of people
pretended to be Inquisitors

and then used that power
to assault the Wiccans.

Even took them
to be publicly stoned.

In front of a public brimming
with powerful emotions, right?

And guess which place
was most popular

for sacrificing Wiccans?

Right.

The Holy Trinity of Mar?

That's right.

I told you there was something
about the place.

-Pedro...
-Take a look at that...

-What?
-How about a little mojito?

Come on. I'm thirsty.

Anyway, if you say no,
I'll stone you.

You owe it to me.
You used up my stash.

I used up your stash?

-Yes.
-Where will you find a mojito?

I was speaking generically.

Would you like me
to sound more local?

Let's have some herb liquor.

No, a Galician wine.

Some aguardiente.

Some coffee liquor. You'll see.

I can tell you one thing,
there may not be many churches

but there are plenty of bars.
Let's go.

-Yes.
-Are you sleepy?

What do you mean, sleepy?

-Let's go.
-Actually, I'm hungry.

I could eat an entire
Galician pie.

-Let's go.
-Come on, let's go.

No, well, you're going to have
a little crema de orujo,

which is like a Galician Baileys

but with a little more kick.

Corina?

Is that you?

Who's there?

Fran?

Who is it?

-Do you have anything light?
-We do.

-Any coffee liquor?
-We do.

Good.

Two shots.
Straight from the fridge.

No ice, okay?

It's good.

Christopher Columbus
drank it to avoid jet-lag.

Thank you.

Can I just ask something of you?

Whatever you like.

I know the way you think.

I know what you're like, but...

Please don't be too hasty

in brushing off the idea
of visions. Okay?

Look, in the Middle Ages,
when parishioners swore

that they'd seen a priest
levitate at the end of mass,

they weren't lying.

-Come on, Pedro, please...
-Listen, I also know

that the priest
didn't levitate, yes?

I have scientific training.

I'm a doctor.

-Okay.
-What I'm trying to tell you

is that they weren't lying.

They just saw what they saw.

Right.
Or what they wanted to see.

Well, sure, that too.

And that's why we're here.

That's our job.

Yes, of course, you're right.

I don't question it
because I'm cynical,

but I'm jealous.
I'd love to have a vision.

When someone has a vision,

it's because
they're in conection with God.

Because they're chosen.

And I was never chosen.

Cheers.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Oh, Lord...

Pick up the damn phone.

This blister is like stigmata.

I told you we should get a cab.

Where are we, Simón?

I don't know... but Google does.

Ask Google.

Have a good chat with Google!

Oh, my God, please...

That damn coffee liquor
really hit me hard, man.

It may have hit you hard,
but it totally floored me.

If I could feel the floor...

Tell you what,
if we keep going straight,

we'll get to Portugal.

Where are you going?

That's not the way.

Where are you going?

Pedro...

Come on, man.

Where are you going?

Pedro...

Pedro...

Pedro...

Let's get out of here, Pedro,
come on.

God!

It's Joaquín.

It's Joaquín.

Oh, God, please...