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No, no, no. It's all right.

What were they like? 1, 3...

1, 3, 5 y 7.

Fluorine, Chlorine, Bromine, Iodine.

That's it, that's it. Now.

2, 4, 6 y 8. Oxygen, Sulfur...

Oxygen, Sulfur...

God, take this this feeling from me!

Antonio who? Extending the baptisms?

His nephew, who comes here to record things...

and then leaves everything scrambled.

Ouch! Sorry.

- Hello. - I was terrible at parking.

Yes, today we are celebrating baptisms.

Sit down.

- Would you like a coffee? - Yes, thank you.

I want it and I'm not backing down.

But, without that option open, it's often worse...

because the problem in the end comes down to coexistence.

We know a couple who got married three years ago...

and two months later, they were already throwing at each other's heads.

The funniest thing is that since they've been separated, they get along great.

It's as if what bothers them is being tied down by paperwork and so on.

Enrique, with this water I baptize you.

In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit...

Francisco, are you all right?

Please, let's continue with the ceremony.

For God's sake, Julio.

- What was this? - Nothing, let's continue.

Come on, let's go. Let's be sensible!

The sun must have hit the dome on the dome.

Come on, Father Julio, don't tell us that.

- It's a miracle, isn't it? - I, I think...

I will not repeat it again.

Either we continue with the ceremony or we all leave.

It's frozen!

The bottle!

Was this also the fault of the sun?

The ceremony is suspended.

When we are calmer we will continue.

This is not a personal opinion.

I have spoken to the bishop and he agrees.

This is absurd, Julio.

- Is it true? - Is what true?

The miracle thing. There are journalists out there...

Sit down.

You come back from the seminar in high spirits.

It's just that we had a drink at the end.

I see you, Mateo!

Well, what did you feel? What was it like?

Don't blow things out of proportion, Alberto.

The light simply became more intense, nothing more.

Just? If we were about to go blind.

What about the water? What about it?

It was frozen.

What a blast! What a shame not to have been there!

How do you explain that rationally? No one here felt the slightest shudder.

Let's get down to brass tacks. The bishop has asked me to...

let's not make any kind of statements statements for the time being.

- But, if it was a miracle. - That is not known.

Who is going to decide? The bishop, who was not there?

Vicente, what do you want?

That we go out and shout "Milagro" in the street?

Be a little serious, man.

If we are not careful, people can jump down our throats.

It has been such a clear signal that to remain silent is like going against ourselves.

What if tomorrow a group of scientists scientists discover...

that this miracle is a rational question?

They can't! They can't!

No, and the earth is flat and magnets are the stuff of witchcraft.

I have left next week's plan on the table on the table.

- Have you moved the mass to 7 o'clock? - Yes, I did.

Well, I'm off to bed. Good night to all of you.

- See you tomorrow. - God willing.

It is unbelievable. These things don't happen in Valladolid.

Because you are from Valladolid.

Let's see if you will please order the sacristy cards.

Okay, I'm coming.

Hey, they're giving it away!

These images have been taken...

by one of the relatives who attended the attended the baptisms.

We can see how the light floods the church.

For most of those who witnessed this this supposed miracle...

the thing is very clear and they openly announce...

that it is a manifestation of God. a manifestation of God.

Pass.

Ah, I thought it was Alberto!

Lately he's been hell-bent to get me addicted to jazz.

He also tries it with us, don't believe it.

Father Laureano is already in the final stretch.

Well, it's been like that for many years, hasn't it?

And so many more.

The thing is that for a long time...

hides the pains so that we do not admit it.

The truth is that I have never had much contact with him.

Neither you nor the others. The poor guy is not right in the head.

You are very fond of him, don't you?

We've been through a lot of shit together.

You should not be ashamed.

Of what?

Of being depressed. It is the most normal thing in the world.

It is not depression. It's...

a very strange feeling.

Have you been to see Father Arturo?

Yes... And this is the result.

We have all suffered the same emotional downfalls.

Yes, me too, but now it's different.

I am assailed by very very confusing and obsessive thoughts.

I turn things upside down a thousand times without seeing the way out.

What do I do? I don't fit in here.

I don't feel integrated. And I don't see myself integrated outside either.

Go to your mother's house.

Rest a little and you will see you'll see things differently.

What about this afternoon? What happened at the church?

Look...

no matter how much Vicente says...

what I would most like to believe...

is that God has wanted to break this silence of 2000 years.

But even I don't have the ideas as clear as you think you do.

I'm running off to bed.

You will see tomorrow how many people who will come to mass...

to see miracles and other wonders.

Father, don't say anything about this to others.

If I decide to leave, I will do it myself.

- Where are you going? - For a walk.

At this hour?

Don't you notice Francisco a little strange lately?

Yes, but every time I ask him he smiles at me and that's it.

It's the same thing just did to me.

As spirited as this boy has always been this boy has always been.

You've been having a good week of alcohol.

No way!

Can't you see that I know everything?

Some friends from Valladolid who were playing in a jazz club.

You don't know them, they were at dad's birthday party.

Let's see if I have to talk to my brother so that he gives you a corrective.

- Come on, man, don't bother! - You tell me?

I have you living here so that you can to go to the seminary and you see.

- Fuck, if neither... - Hey, hey, that tongue!

Can't you see it's a joke, man?

Everyone is free to do what he or she within an orderly fashion.

That is what Julio should understand.

- Everyone is free to express their opinion... - Are you talking about the miracle?

We are leaving now. Don't you want anything else?

No, thank you Antonio. Good evening.

Of course, you and Julio are like cats and dogs.

- You should not judge him. - Who to Julio?

Yes, he is having a hard time with the agony of Father Laureano.

Come on, man! Laureano has been agonizing for 10 years.

Antonio also has a hard time and he doesn't get angry.

Antonio takes care of him but he is not his friend.

Not at all, majete.

All three were in the seminary. Laureano was their teacher.

- What about Antonio? - Circumstances.

The war came, he met Juana and married her.

But Julio...

It is as if something gnawing inside him.

As if he were carrying a cross on his back.

Come on! You're going too far!

Let's go to bed tomorrow is Sunday.

People need to know what has happened here.

And I'm going to take care of that.

What happened?

He has gone into a coma. I'm going with him to the hospital.

- I can go, if you like. - No, Antonio.

You make us more money here.

The first two masses don't matter to me...

but the high mass will be put from boat to boat.

And I would like you to celebrate it, instead of Vicente.

No, I am not in a position to do it, really.

Well. Antonio, don't worry.

Make sure Vincent does not exalt himself too much in his homily.

Very good.

I told him to give it to me to wash.

It's not necessary, Juana, but I hardly use it.

Let's go, let's go, what's up woman?

Luis, my son.

He hasn't been home without showing up at home.

There have been many years of struggles with drugs and problems.

And there comes a time when...

Come on, Juana.

Why hasn't Antonio not tell us anything?

We could have helped him.

I don't want anyone to know about the boy's problem.

He is ashamed of it.

- Do you want me to talk to Antonio? - No, no, for God's sake.

I only ask you...

to find him a place in a rehabilitation center...

in case it reappears.

I will let you know.

Did Alberto leave you a music tape for me?

No, he didn't tell me anything.

Maybe it is there.

Hey, don't mess with me there.

When Alberto returns, he will give it to you.

What an outrage! There are so many people.

They have come to see the miracle.

What happened? My parents...

You attend mass and you will find out.

Careful, Vicente, you know you know how it is.

Boy, enough of anti-popes and black legends! and black legend!

Can't you see that we are once again the protagonists?

Anytime, Antonio.

Let's shed some light to these people.

Come on!

The manifestation of God is scattered throughout Nature.

We just have to watch, to look...

to realize it.

Even so, sometimes we live blind.., sometimes we live blind...

and so...

God himself has to manifest himself to us to manifest himself to us in a direct way...

so that we have no doubt about its existence. no doubt about its existence.

And so, so it happened here.

The light that flooded us yesterday...

leaves full evidence of God's of the hand of God.

That's why I would like to...

that you could see him through my eyes...

and contemplate this miracle that I carry here inside me.

Tell me.

I wanted to ask you a favor before I leave.

In the event that Father Laureano wakes up...

let me know immediately to the parish.

Now look... he's your partner, isn't he?

I sincerely believe that he will not wake up from the coma.

It is almost a miracle that he is alive. Do you know how old he is?

He is very old, I know.

I was stunned when I saw your income card.

It is over 100 years old.

Anyway, if you would be so kind as to let me know.

Of course, don't worry. Goodbye.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Ma'am, ma'am! What happened?

- What happened? - I don't know, he must have fainted.

He has almost no pulse.

No one came with her?

I say this because she is blind.

Call an ambulance. I'm going to call my wife.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

No more communions.

No more communions, for God's sake.

You have to vomit. Can you hear me?

Let them all vomit those who have received communion.

The parish priest will be here soon.

Tell him that until further notice they will not be held...

no more public events no more masses here.

Is that okay?

I have already informed the bishop of what happened...

and told me to to make ourselves available to him.

This is unforgivable.

The best thing they could do would be to go away for a few days.

We need to discuss this with the pastor.

The church is going to be sealed off and I'm going to put surveillance on the outside.

Tell the parish priest to stop by the Police Station as soon as possible.

This afternoon, or tomorrow at the latest.

And don't touch anything on the altar until these people are finished.

Take care of it. It is very valuable to us.

Don't worry.

Here, with so much fuss they have even lost their handkerchiefs.

No, it is not a handkerchief. It is a purifier.

It is the cloth that we use to clean the chalice.

- You can't come in. - Let me, I am the parish priest.

There is official confirmation of sixteen dead...

which are being examined at the Forensic Anatomical Institute.

Whoever has done this, is not forgiven by God.

How eagerly does one go to communion one goes to communion...

so that it can happen to you I don't know what?

Neither here nor to any church.

This place, yesterday known for the rumors rumors of an alleged miracle...

today has starred in one of the of the blackest chronicles...

of the recent history of the Church.

It is not blood. It is a red dye.

The phrase will have some meaning.

The only referent is that of Christ's own resurrection.

On the third day.

Five autopsies have been performed...

and in the sacred forms they had ingested...

a drug has been detected that acts on the nervous system.

The dead have lost even the color of their eyes.

We have analyzed the remaining shapes that were in the ciborium...

and nothing, nothing has been found.

They were clean.

So the poisoned wafers poisoned...

were only the first ones that were in the cup.

Indeed.

And I only see see only two possible options.

Either someone snuck into the church, or it was one of you.

That's how crude it is.

Who manufactures and distributes the Mass wafers?

In a bread bakery near the church.

- Father Francisco can accompany you. - I will pick him up this afternoon.

Have you had any problems with a parishioner parishioner who has threatened you?

I have been in this church I have been in this church...

and, as in almost all of them, we have suffered desecration.

But like this...

You see, I'll tell you.

We have a number of individuals a number of individuals...

mostly young people...

who have been arrested in this district for district for desecrating churches.

Some belong to sects.

I believe that this message...

is an exponent of their pseudo-biblical madness.

We are going to a general follow-up.

We will have a long talk with each of them.

For the moment it is the best we can do.

Sounds good to me.

To me, there's something that doesn't seem so good to me.

- What? - Keep on living there.

I have already discussed this with the others and in principle no one wants to leave.

I was afraid of that.

If we leave the church empty we risk being ransacked...

or defile it again.

I don't think it can happen, I have the church guarded day and night.

All the more reason to feel protected.

We have also suspended all activities activities until this is over.

What if the problem comes from within?

I'll let you know what's available.

We have run into the Church.

But, if it is made of phosphatin. No budget for another one?

It is a symbol of this parish. It was burned during the civil war.

The whole church burned, didn't it?

Yes.

The bishop asked me to come...

let's say to analyze the situation.

I thought I had come earlier, when the so-called miracle happened.

- But I had some unfinished business... - And what are you going to do here?

I belong to the Society of Jesus, specialized in parapsychology.

I was already saying that his face rang a bell!

You are the Jesuit who appears on television talking about supernatural phenomena.

The same.

It looks great!

How wonderful!

You won't believe me, but...

I've been on snacks for three weeks. on sandwiches.

Antonio is very very good in the kitchen.

A sort of sacristan. It is clear that he missed his vocation.

- Better than at the Vatican. - Have you ever eaten at the Vatican?

- A few times. - With the Pope?

I was saying that I'm going to take you to the Vatican to learn how to cook.

I'm glad you like it.

Can you pass me the salt shaker, chato?

Well, let's get down to business, and now let's get down to business.

The field of my investigations is focused on the events...

that have neither physical nor physical or psychic origin.

That is to say, in the paranormal.

Here we have had sixteen deaths by poisoning.

Where does the paranormal fit in?

The light we saw has no logical explanation.

Nor was it the effect of the sun. No matter how hard you try.

Well, what do you want?

Digging up the devil at this point?

Let there be peace, gentlemen.

I have witnessed many things that are not understood at first sight.

Let's not fool ourselves.

More than 95% of the cases that seem inexplicable...

are given for vital issues.

And the rest?

Tomorrow or the day after I'll be back to do some tests...

that determine the nature of the of the phenomenon produced.

And don't worry, colleagues, everything has a solution.

The families of sixteen people no longer think so.

He says that some time ago you suffered some sacrileges.

I wasn't there, I've only been a couple of years in San Miguel.

But apparently they did do some mischief.

The social environment in which we live is very conducive.

Yeah, the end of the millennium and all that.

The sect thing is scandalous.

They scare people that the end of the world is near... the end of the world is near...

and they already have a flock of little sheep ready to do anything to save themselves.

I know that, but I don't think that's the point. that's not the point.

In my opinion, one thing is very clear.

This crime, attack or whatever is aimed at...

against our faithful, not against us.

The easiest thing to do was to poison the wafer of the priest of the priest who officiated the mass.

And yet...

Whoever has done this intends to to put an end to the Christian rite.

Can't you see that after this no one will dare to take communion?

The only thing I see clearly is that someone is trying to wipe out the parishioners...

committing terrorist acts.

That's where the oven is.

It's a normal bakery!

Wouldn't you expect them to fabricate the wafers in heaven?

You stay here.

The owner's name is Adolfo.

There is nothing to do here.

This Adolfo can only be accused of accused of selling guns.

And they are made of bread.

I have to go back to the police station, Shall I give you a lift?

No, thanks, I'm going for a walk.

Well, we'll let you know if we find out anything.

What are these people doing here?

They have come to help us. They know we are having a hard time.

- How did the police let them pass? - They didn't.

They have snuck in through the rectory.

Come, sit down with us.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

What's up Miguel?

I brought you something. It's from my First Communion.

No man, no.

That's yours, I have one too.

Yes, take it. This one works better, you'll see.

Besides, I have already finished exams.

Hey, this is not a charm.

Yeah, but I've never gotten four straight A's.

Thank you.

I'm sure I can use it.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

It's very simple, Felipe. Don't get stubborn.

We want you to test the water for if it contains any toxic substances.

Haven't you read the report? The toxin was in the bread wafers.

The only thing that report says is that the neurotoxin...

was in the stomachs of the victims along with the wafers.

Don't give it a second thought.

How do you think they have poisoned then?

That's what I'm trying to trying to explain.

It is possible that the water was poisoned.

When some parishioners enter the church...

dip their little fingers in the holy water of holy water and kiss them.

Don't you realize that if this is true...

changes the line of research?

And the worst thing is that people may continue to die.

Fuck!

I have three corpses left to analyze...

and now you come to me that the shit is in the water.

Since we separated she's always been bad at putting the child in...

to turn it against me.

That makes my blood boil.

There is one thing I am very clear about. If the devil exists, it is my wife.

Now I live with a girl younger than me.

Well alive, we are going out.

Sometimes she stays at my house, or I stay at hers...

I think that, apart from my mother, she is the first person who loves me...

who understands me, who respects me as I am...

that he doesn't care that he is a policeman...

You know the feeling I'm telling you?

Hey, I'm a priest, not a Martian.

And I also have a mother.

Whenever I come to this place, when I feel death so close...

I think of the ease with which disappear from this world...

from one day to the next.

So I am envious of religious people like you.

You seem so sure.

We have ups and downs, like everyone else.

Hey, you...

the Church aside, as a normal person...

what do you think is behind all this? behind all this?

Phew! Bad timing of questions.

You envy me and I envy you.

Come on, don't bust my balls.

To your health, young people!

Thank you for wasting my time.

- It was a possibility. - Shall I get involved in your research?

Do I tell the priests what penance do they have to do?

Don't touch my balls!

Every week it's the same! To ask for bullshit!

My God!

Francisco, that you...

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Juana is asking for you. She's on the phone.

I'm coming.

Yes?

Yes, Antonio is here.

Yes, don't worry, I'm on my way.

- Are you going out? - Yes, I'm going out for a moment.

- You're coming to dinner, aren't you? - I suppose so.

I can't take it anymore.

Come on, Juana, don't get nervous.

What about this? Was it your son?

The drugs have upset me, made me crazy.

Come on, come on. I can't help you if you don't calm down.

No, I have not called you to help me.

It was to warn you.

Warn me of what?

If what I'm thinking is true, I'll die.

This morning, as I left for church...

I heard some noises in the ceiling.

And I came up here.

If what happened in the church he did it, I'll die.

Woman, why would do such a thing?

It will be for revenge against his father and for everything he instilled in him.

I don't even want to think about it.

But I had to tell him just in case.

I have not said anything to Antonio.

If he finds out about this, he is capable of killing you.

When I heard the noises this morning and went upstairs...

I found him picking up some jars and things.

He hit me with one of them and ran away.

And you don't know where he might be now?

Yesterday the police came yesterday, asking for him.

Apparently, the group he hangs out with...

is suspicious of something.

I imagine he'll be hanging out with that riffraff...

with those of drugs.

Where?

There, on the outskirts of Ciudad Blanca.

Where the hermitage which is almost in ruins.

Let this be the last time, do you hear me?

If you ever have the slightest clue and don't tell me the slightest clue and don't tell me...

you're going to get screwed, but you're going to get fucked.

What's this about doing your own to investigate on your own?

Are you out of your mind?

None of those who were there was the son of the sexton.

I don't know what the next crazy thing that scumbag can come up with.

What I can't do is put you a policeman...

that I may watch over you day and night.

So, from now on, watch where you're going well where you are, shall we?

Are we?

It makes me want to...

- How is Juana? - How do you want her to be?

- You will have to excuse her for a few days. - That's all it takes.

- You should also go home. - No, I'd rather be here.

At least, I don't give it so much thought.

Of course, all this is crazy.

The coroner can't explain what happened to the corpses...

and blames it on drugs.

Antonio's son involved in these barbarities.

And if that wasn't enough, they are now appearing resurrected everywhere.

Maybe Jorge is right?

Why seek a rational a rational explanation?

No, not again Vicente. Let's leave the subject alone.

Doctors don't understand about the dead...

and we saw an inexplicable light.

First, God and his miracles.

Now, the devil's methods of confusion of the devil.

Why don't you look a little bit at our world...

plagued by barbarities?

And who is to blame?

Us? Or your three-quarter demon?

So that all the good that is on earth will be our work.

I could give you many explanations about...

what is divine manifestation and what is not.

But there is no point in talking to someone who doesn't want to understand.

Why don't you give a little of God to others?

You always end up with the same thing. Why that damn idea...

that things must be true by the mere fact of making them public?

Yes, and I will not keep quiet and let you you hide the truth from others.

Go on, go that way, go on.

Please!

I can't take it anymore. I'm going crazy.

All this that is happening to us and...

I also see strange things.

What things?

Images, like dreams... I don't know.

Thank God for that. I thought it was just happening to me.

- I have visions too. - And why hasn't anyone said so?

For the same reason as you, Alberto.

Mine has been dreadful.

The big cross was not in its place and suddenly I heard footsteps...

and saw Christ, Christ himself...

carrying her down the aisle of the church.

You at least have seen Christ. Me, I was washing...

Enough with the stories, eh!

It is clear that we have all suffered similar hallucinations.

No, I... I'm... I'm not sure that these are hallucinations.

You won't say they are omens.

No, not omens. I think they're like...

as a kind of projections that we each make for ourselves.

I must be very unhappy with myself myself because I scare myself to death.

They may be induced by some type of drug.

Especially now that we know that Antonio's son...

seems to be an expert in these substances.

- And how did he drug us? - With food, I guess.

Then the guilty party would be Antonio, not his son.

Stop talking nonsense.

It is not strange that we have visions...

with all the atrocities that we have had to live through.

Go to church, do yourselves a favor.

What's up?

What's this all about?

State-of-the-art technology. Efficiency and simplicity.

What are you going to do?

As you will see, there is a detector on each side of the church.

They are sensitive to certain frequencies and energies...

that escape our senses.

Please, man!

- It is only a measurement. - It is an embarrassment.

I don't see it that way, but to each his own.

Has the bishop authorized you to set this up?

Let's say the bishop trusts me, he has me very spoiled.

I'll find out right away.

Pride is a bad advisor.

If we already know who the perpetrator the author of what happened.

The police are looking for him.

Author of a part, only of a part.

It is evident that two different phenomena two phenomena of a different character.

On the one hand, the light that flooded the place, together with the freezing of liquids. together with the freezing of liquids.

That is the phenomenon that interests me.

And on the other hand we have all those poor those poor dead communicants.

But that has a totally physical basis.

Someone poisoned them.

The police will take care of sort it out, it's their job, right?

What if measuring now gives you that there is a force or whatever in the church?

Well, then everybody run and the last faggot.

Here we go.

Hey!

I can see that.

What is it?

In principle a type of force.

It's just that...

Yes, it's right here, where we are.

Fuck!

Maybe higher...

or below...

Hey, leave him alone so that he can end this whole circus quickly.

Hey, Father, something has been detected!

Come on, come on!

Hey, it's moving!

It is at Francisco's place.

No one blames you for anything.

I'm just saying that you throw a series of unconscious forces.

You have an aura of tension out of the ordinary.

- He had been down for weeks. - I had a box of tranquilizers.

The only logical explanation is that your personal crisis is getting the better of you.

Maybe that strong light on Saturday is a projection of you. is your projection.

As if you needed to contemplate a miracle to...

I was not in the church when it happened.

But that's where it was projected. It is not necessary to be on site.

And what you were telling me about the visions, the same thing.

It may be transmitting that aura...

What is dangerous is when that force gets out of control.

If you only produced lights and frozen waters...

there would be no risk...

It would even be exciting.

But, if it continues, if your crisis worsens...

Since safety comes first, I would recommend that...

you will visit a psychotherapist friend of mine a psychotherapist friend of mine.

It specializes in...

This is as far as we've come! Pack up your junk and go!

You're screwing up. This gentleman needs help...

I will inform the bishopric, just in case something happens.

Great. Goodbye.

Julio, why don't you ever accept the opinion of others?

The best thing to do is what Jorge says, to see a psychiatrist.

Enough of this nonsense!

What credibility does the clown that clown?

Why do you put four equipment in the church?

He's just a bungler who goes on on TV selling morbidity to the people.

But he has made a scientific measurement!

Of course it has something!

Disgust and anguish at what is happening!

Stop it, Alberto! How do you want me to tell you?

The best thing to do is to leave.

Very well. You'll go if you want to...

but not because that bastard wanted to mess you up.

I am the pastor here and the one responsible for all this.

It's time to set the record straight.

And if you don't like it, you know. No one is held back here.

Son of a bitch!

Alberto is too young for some things.

It is better that he's gone home.

At least until everything calms down.

I don't think he's coming back.

I warn you that it is quite unpleasant.

Does Antonio already know?

Yes, he called us first thing in the morning.

They had been dead for several hours. The boy from an overdose.

The mother committed suicide by injecting air into her veins.

Poor woman!

Antonio preferred that I tell him about it.

He is very upset. He thinks it's all his fault.

Not only this, but what happened in the church.

And what happened to the people of the hermitage of Ciudad Blanca?

The same as with their parishioners. They consumed the same type of substance.

They were not resurrected, they were cataleptic.

Most of them could not stand it and died within a few hours.

The rest are like vegetables, interned in the psychiatric ward.

So the autopsies have been crimes?

What do you want us to do? It is impossible to foresee...

the consequences of an unknown toxin toxin.

But well...

how could that boy get such a complicated such a complicated mix?

The boy had little bottles spray bottles of this type.

Nowadays, the needle prick is no longer prick, because of AIDS.

Now everything is snorted or drunk. It is very easy.

They put the spray in the nose or in the mouth...

tighten a little bit and that's it.

See where I'm going?

Nothing easier than sneaking into the church...

open the tabernacle, uncover the ciborium, sprinkle a little...

Remember that the only poisoned poisoned were the first ones.

This afternoon we will remove the police cordon and...

I hope to be back to normal soon. back to normal soon.

All I ask is a favor: Don't make resurrected statements.

People are very crazy.

As soon as we give them an idea, we have another Christ.

I mean... I'll go with you.

Danger is always much closer to us closer than we imagine.

That you are lucky enough not to swallow as much shit as I do.

Do not believe. You have seen a closed church...

with the faithful driven away by fear.

We usually solve a lot of a lot of misfortunes.

You know what I say?

For me, this planet is beyond repair. I'm telling you.

It's not that big a deal either.

Scandals and criminal acts attract a lot of attention.

What about all the good things that don't that don't appear in the newspapers and on TV?

I don't know, I don't know.

It pays to keep working, believe me.

Goodbye.

On to something else, butterfly.

I have been at Antonio's house.

He won't even go to the funeral.

How are you doing?

Good.

Let's see if we can now get back to normal.

Tomorrow the church reopens.

The sooner we forget everything, the better.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Easy, Francisco! Francisco, take it easy!

Who can assure me it wasn't me?

Any of us who were were there.

Or did you have time to climb up to the the dome without us knowing about it?

You know what I mean.

Poor kid!

Gather your things and get the hell out of here.

- I am not leaving. - That's what you think.

With an eviction order, not even the Pope will protect you.

This is my home and no one will throw me out of here.

This attitude of yours is the one that that brings us the most problems.

They must have left when I told them.

We are not at fault for our obligation.

If you have made a mistake with Antonio's son...

do not pay with us.

I remind you that all of you are under suspicion.

For me, the fact that they wear a cassock means nothing.

For 50 years I have been I have been in the service of God...

and the youngest one here has as many or more than you in the police.

Stop us if you have proof, and if not, leave us alone.

I don't know if there's something something is being hidden from me...

but I hope that this is not the case, for all our sakes.

Get your luggage ready. And tell the sexton.

And Vicente, when he returns from the infirmary.

Let's see if the empty church the problems will end.

No, Antonio, I don't want anything.

Just a little. It is not good to fast.

I really don't want anything. Thank you.

I don't want to either, Antonio.

But what happens?

Do you think I put something in the food? in the food?

How far have we come!

How is the arm?

Good.

Are you leaving?

Yes.

Where to?

What does it do?

To entertain myself, not to think. I don't know.

No, leave it, leave it. I'll put everything in bags.

For what it will serve to Father Laureano.

You should talk to Vicente.

- What for? - He's packing his bags.

I think it's great. It's good.

It is completely sunk.

And me, and you...

You shouldn't let him go like that, talk to him.

What is this?

Its first sign will be light and from that moment on...

any of the creatures that still commune with the false God...

they will die by eating his body, but they will come back...

All of them will be resurrected on the third day...

to bear witness of the new reality.

At last, the true God, the eternal Fallen Angel...

will dwell among us where it belongs.

And there are more copies on the shelf.

I didn't know that there were any more copies left.

So you know the book. And why hasn't he said anything?

But what is it? Who wrote it?

The prophecies of a madman.

That someone is turning into reality.

No... the author does not come.

It comes there.

In acrostic.

His name was Esteban Matesanz.

I thought that this man was a black legend.

The fact is that he died many years ago.

But there will remain people faithful to their ideas.

I don't know, I don't know.

I almost didn't remember that book.

But what did this Matesanz do? How did he come to publish this?

Matesanz was a theologian theologian 40 years ago.

He gave us classes at the seminary when Antonio and I were studying.

He had an incredible ability to make us understand things...

that generally escaped our mentalities. from our mentalities.

The first year went very well.

Then Antonio began to relate strange theories...

things that clashed, not only with the ideas of the Church...

but with the foundations of Christianity.

Once Matesanz quoted me privately.

He said I was ready to face reality. to face reality.

In less than an hour he demolished all my beliefs.

The only truth was Lucifer.

What a nonsense.

Put this way, it sounds like nonsense.

But Lucifer, the Fallen Angel, is a being of God.

It has nothing to do with the devil.

That is nonsense. It is part of Christian mythology.

Then maybe our God is also a myth is also a myth, isn't he, Vicente?

The core of Matesanz's theory...

was that Lucifer's domain were on Earth...

and here he was sent when he rebelled.

Somehow this is his kingdom.

However, Yahweh, our God, possesses a different nature.

That nature is acquired by men men when they die...

and are part of a whole.

And it is then that it must be worshipped, not here.

It's crazy.

At the end of the day, it's all a matter of belief.

Both are as valid as each other.

But what are you saying?

The fact is that...

said Matesanz all this made sense.

Without realizing it, Antonio and I...

we began to disseminate these theories among among the seminarians.

That man had us hypnotized.

He believed himself to be Lucifer's prophet.

And there you have their gospels.

His task was to found a new Church...

where the true God of the the true God of the Earth.

More things happened, but well...

we were able to overcome the situation.

The only way out was to denounce him to the bishop.

And Matesanz was arrested immediately.

There you have it!

It was a revenge against you or against Antonio.

Precisely in his church.

All this happened a long, long time ago, Francisco. a very long time ago, Francisco.

Any church or sect other than the Catholic was persecuted.

Especially if it had satanic overtones.

The bishop managed to keep the news the news did not spread.

Not even the government knew about it.

It was decided to confine Matesanz...

in a cell of the Salerma Monastery.

And all his followers were reeducated.

Was anyone visiting you?

No, they could not.

And Matesanz died there?

Still, someone is following the dictates of that man.

No one knows or remembers that story.

Antonio was devastated.

He left the seminary and married Juana...

as an escape route.

Copies of the book may remain within people's reach.

Something, I don't know.

Come on, it's over. Everybody out.

No, but... But you can't kick us out now.

- Come on, let's go. - Just now?

Go get your stuff and let's go and let's go.

If it is any consolation, your bishop agrees to the eviction.

Vicente and I will be at St. Agnes parish.

You should go to your mother's house.

Get some rest and don't forget to think.

And the sexton?

He left at noon, he will be home.

We have the addresses of all of you.

They should be reachable.

- No, no. I'll give you a ride in my car. - No need for that.

- If you don't mind, I'll give you a lift. - Then I'll take the cab.

More than 10 years ago they decided to set him free.

He was already very old and sick.

They took him away with the same discretion as they brought him in.

Where to?

I don't know. A priest took care of him.

Hello?

Let him.

You have dedicated yourselves to annul men...

using divine fear.

This poor idiot has spent his life...

trying to hide the true prophet...

to Matesanz.

- He is dying. - Let him.

At least that...

to do it with dignity...

as their adored God.

Even his son has died because of this madness.

An even greater sacrifice than that of Abraham.

He does not know what he is saying.

I have a mission, a cause...

and a reward as well.

Your God is dying, Don't you see?

Stop! Throw that!

Lord, I am not worthy for you to enter my house...

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

Year zero, day zero.

Now.