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SAN ACACIO 1986

CHRIST'S YOUTH

CLASSROOM

Careful, Adri.

- Valentina! - Adriana!

Mrs. Cortés.

Father.

- Mr. Cortés. - Father Prado.

- Guillermo. - Guillermo...

Are you staying for breakfast?

No, Father. Thank you.

No, we just got off the car to say hi.

We have tickets for the soccer match of Mexico versus Bulgaria.

It's at noon.

Anyway, I can't compete against a world cup.

You should better get going then,

so you don't arrive late and later blame it on me.

Adri, you listen to Valentina, OK?

- Yes! - Sister Valentina, soon to be.

What can you do about it?

Kids used to say goodbye back then.

Well, have a safe return home. Drive safely.

- Thank you. Thank you. - Thank you, Father.

Coffee?

- OK, please. - Sure.

Here.

Thank you.

You naughty.

Honey...

What if we make a stop and we arrive for the second half?

No.

This is the match that decides the fate of our national team.

It's a life-or-death match, after a group phase

where Mexico was able to remain undefeated

facing against Bulgaria.

What did I do now?

What is it?

Teresa, are you alright?

Stop! No!

THE ENVOYS

Mom.

Honey, it's so nice to hear from you.

How are you?

Fine, just doing some shopping.

I'm glad...

Son?

Could you get me Badi's number?

Again with that, Pedro?

I already told you, it's been over 20 years

since I've heard from her.

Mom, I never ask you for anything.

Please get me Badi's number, will you?

Fine...

OK, thank you. Bye.

What's up with you?

So much studying,

so much expertise all over the world,

so much of polishing the resume,

but he sees a dead body and freeze to death.

What did you have on your hand when you went to the bathroom?

Blessings, Father.

Sister, good morning... Did I wake you up?

Your Eminence...

My brother hasn't called me back yet.

No, no, it's not about that.

I'd like to ask you a favor.

No, Father, excuse me for correcting you,

you need to ask me another favor.

When you become a Pope, you'll spend your days

returning favors to me.

Did you find Father Jeronimo?

Yes, we did find him. And it was thanks to you.

I can't tell you much about it. Everything we were told,

he told us so under the cover of the Secret of Confession.

That's why they need to let women hear confessions.

That's just so stupid.

Your Eminence.

- Hurry. - Right.

Sister, I need to ask you for another favor,

as you just said.

All the information you can get on Father Prado,

the head of the hospice.

Who he has been with, where he has been at,

everything, his whole profile.

Does this have to do with Father Jeronimo's confession?

If I were to answer you that with a no,

I'd be sinning by telling lies, which I hardly do.

And if I were to answer you yes,

I would be violating the secrecy of confession.

So... I'd rather not answer.

OK, that's fine. I'll send you everything I can find.

Won't you tell me what's wrong with you?

It's personal. It has nothing to do with the investigation.

Do you want to have a confession with me?

You?

Again? No, thanks. I'm fine, Father.

I could confess...

I need to think, that's it. Thank you. I'm fine.

- Why don't you answer the door? - Sure, I'll get it.

We could also just talk... Well, whatever.

- Hi. - Hello, Father.

Would you give me your blessing?

Sure. What do you want?

Well, I'm here to ask you to come with me.

Why is that?

Because...

Where to?

Well, it's just for a while. You'll see in a bit.

Alright then.

You come here with two officers just to flaunt your power?

- Against two priests? - Well...

How brave of you, Captain. And very efficient also.

Look, Father. If I were you, I'd hold my tongue.

You see how priests disappear on this village.

- Captain... - Take them away.

Captain.

- Alright. - Where are we going?

- Alright. - Come with us, please.

But where... Where are we going?

Captain.

We were just talking with the bishop at D.F

about you, Aviar Arretes.

He knows we're in contact with you and...

Sure, send my regards to that bastard

when you get to talk to him.

Honestly, if you'd tell me where we're going,

- I can go there myself. OK? - Thanks.

Excuse me?

- Excuse me? - Holy Mother...

You can't retain us here, it's illegal, OK?

You can't hold us here without any further explanation.

Besides, I already know the Cardinal.

He must be saying the same. "Let's go on a trial."

They always want to go on a trial.

We'll have to go to testify, they will lose their jobs...

- Hey. - It's a mess for everyone.

Hey. Hey!

- Relax. - You could at least

acknowledge reception!

Relax. Father, calm down.

Don't come at that poor man.

He must be under enough pressure for putting his job on the line.

Don't worry about it, OK?

I can have a word with the Cardinal

and speak in your favor.

One hand helps the other, right?

You let us out and we can begin assessing the damages.

You're laughing?

- He's laughing at me. - Yes, he's laughing at you.

Are you laughing at me?

- Calm down, Father. - This is what we needed, right?

- A rural cop laughing at me? - Calm down.

We need to calm down.

How many morons are on this village?

- Come on! - Let's calm down.

It's a record!

It's a world record!

You can come across with one, two, three...

- But all of them at once? - We'll negotiate things...

- It's the Stations of the Cross. - We'll negotiate...

- I'm talking to you! - Hey, hey!

- What's wrong with you? - Get over here, you son of a...!

I love sending more souls to Heaven, huh?

What do we have here?

Two priests and an asshole.

You pray with that mouth of yours, Father?

You can't clean that up with bleach or holy water.

Come on in.

You looked so well-mannered.

Just one scratch and the hood comes showing. Have a seat.

I don't know why you're so upset, Father.

We just want to have a talk and solve some questions.

Excuse me, and who are you?

Ricardo Juarez, pleased to meet you.

I'm the prosecution officer in charge of the investigation.

I need to ask you some questions in order to understand why...

How odd is it.

Since you arrived, four people have died.

And you had contact with all of them.

Four people?

So, you're taking for granted Father Quintana is dead?

No, I don't take anything for granted.

Actually, it's all about to be done.

Right. Well, to begin with, we're not the only people

who had been in contact with the victims.

If you can call that being in contact,

it has only been work meetings.

What is exactly your job, then?

In general terms or for this case in particular?

For this case, Father. We're not on a date.

If you want, you can tell us your zodiac sign too.

We're investigating the alleged healings

performed by Father Quintana.

Well, I hope you don't get to investigate me.

We're holding a sigil for the last two people, Father.

Can you tell us what you're accusing us of?

Someone is cleaning down the house.

And we know really well how you sweep the house.

Like you?

"You"?

You think the Vatican, the Holy See,

leaded by Your Holiness, the Bishop of Rome,

head of the Roman Curia, has sent two devoid priests

with no knowledge of the place to an inn which,

I better don't say any more, having a stroll

in front of the whole village,

when it actually happens that we are two deadly

and efficient hitmen able of eliminating a priest

and disappear three people in just only two days?

We are so very efficient, huh?

If you have any more information,

I'm asking you to provide it to me.

Look, the information we might have or not

is completely irrelevant.

If us, just a pair of priests, had obtained it,

I can imagine what you can you with it.

Now, if you really are from the prosecution office

and you know some about the law,

you know you can't retain us a single minute more,

and that you have to open that damn door right this instant!

Another beautiful show of kindness from San Acacio

to the visitors.

The village itself is already unnerving,

and now these gestures...

I really feel like heading back home.

Are you OK, Father?

Look at the mess they've made.

They're covering up for Prado,

I have absolutely no doubt about it.

Quintana found out something about Prado,

we don't know yet, but we'll find out later.

Prado is hiding it and he's making us think

Quintana is a scammer.

He meets up with the lover, makes it look like a suicide

and eliminates all traces left behind.

It's a good theory, don't you agree?

It is.

Yes, I agree with practically everything, but...

There's something I completely disagree with, Father.

That thing about we'll find out later.

There's no later and there's no finding out.

We're here to confirm miracles,

to deal with priests, with devotees, with souls.

And... I think this is work of very ill-intentioned beings

and this is too in the flesh for my taste.

- Don't you realize? - What is it?

I told you the same and you made such a fuss!

- Oh, but... - No, it's for the best.

I was right all along, and you're not qualified

- to deal with criminals. - Oh, and you are?

You just gave us a lecture on diplomacy.

You're such a Kissinger.

I just lost my temper once, come on.

And besides, it actually worked. It worked.

It's a very delicate matter,

You don't know how to measure it.

- Oh, come on. - You have to know

when to be diplomatic and when to push a little.

When to light the fire or not...

- Do you know about it? - Alright! OK, I don't know!

But there's something we both know...

What is it?

Prado killed Valentina.

But that's a secret of confession.

Hey.

Look who is over there.

So?

What do we do? Do we follow him?

I need you to give me the blessing to do this, Father.

What we're doing now is absolutely wrong.

Stalking a person goes against God's law and the man's law.

Besides, we're violating a restriction

they explicitly made at the police station

and the prosecution office to stay out of all this mess.

We're going to lose him, Father.

Could you can call Father Antequera.

Even more, you can be casual with me now.

"Alright, please go against all the possible regulations

and follow that man."

What do you say?

Come on...

Alright, follow that man already! My goodness...

Sister, use only cute words, you're on speaker.

Tell me, have you been able to find out anything

about what I requested?

Guillermo Toribio Prado de los Casales began his career

in San Acacio,

but he was transferred in total eight times.

These were all to the Diocese inside the jurisdiction

of the Metropolitan Archdiocese of Mexico.

He was in Queretaro, Toluca, Cuernavaca, Pachuca,

Sanagacho, and they'd rotate him

until he became the head of the hospice.

Anything else?

Oh, that seems too little for you?

I expected you to praise me.

I'll call you later and praise you like you should.

I can't talk right now. Thank you, sister.

Wow. A lot of transferring, that's too much for anybody.

Suspicious, isn't it?

We already know what that means.

CHRIST'S YOUTH

PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING

CHRIST'S YOUTH

He's still in his car.

Do you think he saw us?

I don't know.

Hello?

The Vatican envoys are following me.

I need you to take them off me. They followed me to the camp.

Not on here. I'll handle it.

It's the location of the pictures, right?

The camp where Valentina was dressed as a nun.

Oh, yes.

Damn...

Why would you leave someone alive for 10 years

when your goal is to shut her up?

She left her insane.

It doesn't matter what you might or might not know.

With the proper medicine... I mean, the improper medicines,

it's pretty simple to drive someone insane.

Yeah, but why now? Why killing her now after 10 years?

Look, look, look.

Your Excellence, you have a call.

Yes?

Your Excellence, Monsignor Benavent.

I'd like to ask you another favor.

Are we talking on a safe line?

Speak with ease.

I'm sorry to insist on this, Your Excellence.

It's about the priests you sent over.

I know you have two of your envoys in Mexico, right?

Have them return immediately. The case is closed.

Why?

Isn't it enough with me being the Cardinal Major Penitentiary?

Isn't that enough explanation for you?

Isn't it enough three dead and a missing person?

Do I have to come all the way over here to explain

you something so obvious?

Have them return immediately.

Maybe he saw us.

He comes all the way and doesn't get off his car.

Hello?

No, no. Your Excellence, I...

He hung up. What's going on?

I can't believe this. It's an absolute outrage.

Something like this has never happened to me.

Obviously someone called someone,

and this someone called another someone.

And this other someone has called...

Hold on, hold on. Slow down. Slow down for a bit.

Go slow, slowly.

- Sure. - Speed up, speed up.

Turn right now.

- What is it? - We're being followed, Father.

Don't turn back! We are being followed.

Hey, what...? What are you doing?

Hold on, Rambo! Hey!

Use your diplomacy, damn it! Father!

- Father... - Are you following me or what?

Are you following us?

Well, alright. Now that you have your coffee,

could you tell us why you were following us?

I just want to find Rafael.

And you think we have him hidden on the trunk?

No.

But he disappeared just when you arrived.

It could be a coincidence, but...

You don't believe in coincidences.

Oh, we're proficient in irony on this table.

Fantastic, in that matter I'm very knowledgeable,

- as you may already know. - No, it's not irony.

- It's the truth. - Even better.

I can deal with the truth better than irony.

Besides, it's for your best interest,

because in such a folksy village,

which can't be gloomier,

we're the only morons doing everything we can

- to get to find Quintana. - Hush.

Not the prosecutor office, nor the police,

nor the faithful devotees.

No one is moving a finger to find him.

So, we better leave irony aside

so we can start out with the truth,

it will be better for all of us.

You're right, Father. I'm sorry.

Besides Rafael, I don't tend to trust the church.

You're doing good. I sometimes even do the same as you.

But not right this instant.

I wasn't following you.

I was following Prado, and I realized you were too.

Do you think your boss has to do anything to do with it?

With Quintana disappearing?

I don't know.

But what worries me is that this will eventually

stretch out too much and fall into oblivion.

Goodbye, Rafael. If I ever saw you, I don't even remember.

It's not the first coverup that has happened on this village.

Where are you going?

To uncover.

Excuse me, where's the restroom?

Some time back then I would've loved this,

but right now, I don't have the time nor the will to do so.

What do we do now?

We could climb up.

Climb up? You? To irrupt into private property?

I can't believe this.

We're already here. Come on.

Reverend, Father Salinas,

founder of the Guild of Righteousness.

Member of the Holy Statutes.

But not only that, PhD. In Peeing inside the WC.

That way is much better.

Would you mind if we speak Spanish?

Sure, of course. If you prefer to.

Your mother was Spanish, and your father Italian.

From La Marianas, if I'm not mistaken.

Your father is Franco Graviano.

Do you visit him at jail?

It must be hard to be the daughter of a "pentito."

The mafia doesn't forgive the snitches, nor their family.

Being all the time in danger and hidden,

waiting for the blow to happen any second.

That's why it really pleases me, sister, honestly,

for you to be here inside the walls of the Holy See,

where we can provide you protection.

I don't know what to say, Your Excellence.

Do you mind I investigated you?

That I meddled in a part of your life

that is only yours and no one else's?

I thought you wouldn't mind too much,

because that's exactly what you've been doing

for several days now.

Was it Prefect Sulianni the one who asked?

Then who asked you?

I don't think you came up with it while you were praying.

I like your silence. Keep it up.

Sister, outside the Vatican you're under risks.

Don't do the same in here.

You're in the right place.

Do you know this place well, Dr.?

I grew up in here, did you know?

Really? You don't have a family either?

Of course I do.

My family is God, Jesus,

and all of the people who took care of me here.

They are my family, and they'll become yours too.

But, just in case, I'll look after you.

Welcome, Adriana. Let's go.

This will be your bedroom, Adriana.

Look, he is Rafael.

Why don't you chat for a bit while we go fetch your things?

Go on.

Hi.

Do you want me to teach you how to do it?

Yes.

Look, the first thing you'll do is looping this on the top...

Prado used to sleep in here on camps.

Rafael was terrified of this place when we were children.

Surely when he saw us,

he came for what was hidden on this closet.

What is it? It's empty.

Maybe he thought he forgot something

and wanted to make sure.

You don't need to be a genius,

a priest with many transferring, many changes of headquarters,

a camp full of children, the nun in charge is admitted.

Then she's murdered and a priest goes missing.

Come on! The church's reputation is not uncalled-for.

I can tell you about it.

That is a serious accusation, Father.

And a murder isn't serious?

Those are two very serious accusations.

Is that what you were trying to say?

Adriana, did they ever...?

Pedro?

Pedro!

Oh, my God.

My goodness.

We have to call the police.

No. Forget about finding Rafael if we call the police, Father.

- Why? - What do you mean why?

They'll think he hid this himself!

Or even worse, they'll rule out any kind of evidence

that indicates otherwise.

I don't want to disappoint you, doctor,

but surely your friend did exactly that.

He left the truck to leave in another vehicle.

It can't be. You saw the road, it was full of mud and dirt.

This is spotless.

How did he bring it here? Levitating it?

Clearly someone took their time to wash the vehicle.

Prado.

We have to get him to confess, Father.

If we take him to the police, they'll have each other's backs.

Look, Adriana. I'm very sorry.

There's nothing I'd like to do more than helping you out,

but for external reasons, they've taken us off the case.

Father, please...

There's nothing else to discuss.

I'm going to the Vatican and you...

I don't know where you're leaving.

I'm sorry, Adriana, we don't...

We have our hands tied. We can't do anything.

I'm sorry.

Father...

I'm sorry, Adriana.

Simon!

- What are you looking at? - Nothing...

Nothing.

I see you so decided to go back to the Vatican.

You, being so flexible with the rules, being your own man...

And, besides, I even saw you being empathic

with the doctor, which is something

rare to see in you.

I don't know if it's a good moment to go back,

- just right now, I'm afraid... - No, Father.

I might ignore the laws of the police,

of the citizens, the prosecutors, all of them.

But not the Curia's law.

You must oblige to those no matter what.

And the order is, we leave.

We have our hands tied, huh?

Exactly.

Yours were very loose.

It's just an observation, that's it.

In case you can use it.

It's so bad we have chastity vows, huh?

Enough.

Why can't we just talk with Emilia?

Father, maybe she can give us 24 hours,

she can say there were no flights available.

Or that we missed our, maybe.

Now you're like James Dean in "Rebel Without a Cause?"

No, it's nothing like that...

Would you rather I call you Rambo?

As you like the extremes so much.

I feel I must be here, Father.

It might sound silly, but I feel I must finish this.

It's...

like something wanted me to be here.

It's a very normal feeling when you work for the Congregation.

- I know, but... - You can see some unusual

and unique cases, and you might think

it's something else, but it's not like that.

It's not about that, Father. It's not that.

Then what is it?

Well...

When I was a kid, I was...

Sometimes, my mind would wander off

to some strange pathways.

And...

The woman who worked with us, my nanny, Badi,

told me that what happened to me

was an absence, she would call it that.

And during those absent times, I would draw,

I would do just scribbles, meaningless things.

Some other times, it was more significant things,

pictures that would turn into events afterwards.

Tragedies...

Accidents.

I did this all unconsciously, I didn't even have any control.

Clearly, since as I was a child, it would strike me hard.

And my whole life I've been obsessed

with getting to understand what was happening to me.

There isn't much to understand either.

It isn't?

This vulgar medium crap is just coincidences.

Yes. Maybe, sure.

It's suggestion, some kind of somnambulism.

Yes, when I went to med school,

I researched a lot in psychiatry and neurology.

This absence was not on any book.

Sometimes there are too many details

to be just a coincidence, right?

If I were investigating the case,

I would dismiss those scribbles immediately.

Anyone could have done those after the event.

Do you really think I would do that?

That's the reason I want to stay, Simon.

I feel like the answers I've been searching...

are here.

On this village.

I don't know...

We have our orders already.

Thank you for everything.

- Travel safe, take care. - God bless you, Maria Jose.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

- Hello? - Father Prado, good evening.

I'm sorry to bother you at this time, this is Father Salinas.

What can I do for you, Father?

Nothing, I was just calling you to show appreciation

for all of your attentions.

Unfortunately, we were informed by the Vatican

we are to go back, we're about to turn the car in.

We won't be able to say goodbye in person,

but we'd like to send you some present later.

So soon?

Yes, geez... the investigation was suspended

until Quintana shows up.

Oh, how bad...

Well, I trust our friendship shall help us stay in contact.

You can count on it, Father. Have a safe travel.

Thank you, God bless you. Goodbye.

A little present?

Well...

You continue with your diplomacy,

I'll handle the strategy.

Yes? San Acacio hotel?

Are Father Salinas and Father Antequera over there?

It's an emergency.

Oh, they just left.

And how late do they usually arrive?

They left off to the Vatican, they took all their luggage.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Hello, Father?

Sister, how are you doing?

Look, I need you to add one last favor to the list.

You have to change my flight for tomorrow.

No, no. That's impossible, Father.

You have no idea the fuss it went over here.

I have no idea what you got involved in,

they're looking everywhere for you.

I'll be just a couple of hours, really...

What do you mean just a couple of hours?

I don't know, invent something.

Tell them the airline oversold the flight or whatever,

but we need another day.

It's 24 full hours?

Alright...

Miserable...

How was it then?

- What? - What did you feel?

Like a tingling? Like as if you were fainting?

When you had those visions?

It's hard to explain, Father.

To begin with, I've never had them again.

But it was like...

like a lucid dream, like I was in there.

I would feel the heat of the fire,

the cold of the water, the humidity.

The fear, and also the pain.

What are you looking at?

- What are you looking? - Nothing.

You were looking at me.

You make a lot of questions but hardly give any answers, huh?

I didn't have a life as interesting as yours, you know?

I never had any prophesies.

Maybe some absence.

Oh, how funny, Father.

Tell me about something, anything.

Well, I've already told you about my mother,

about my brothers, about Vallecas.

The austerity, that's like going to college,

you learn either way.

Tell me more about your five brothers and your mother.

Do you still see them?

Yes. I sometimes visit my mother at the cemetery.

I'm really sorry.

Did you know her?

Did you know my mother?

No, how could I?

Then why are you sorry?

Do you feel sorry about the death of all the people

you don't know?

Then you must be suffering the whole time.

Alright, I was just being kind.

To be honest, I'm not sorry, I don't care at all.

You don't care at all?

You don't care at all about my mother's death?

- Yes. - You are so rude, Father.

Alright, enough. Yes, I'm new on this thing, diplomacy.

You're unsufferable.

Damn!

My Lord...

I'm sorry, Fathers. Is it late?

No.

Let's hope it's not.

Will he come?

He hasn't entered yet because he saw us.

Now that we're gone... I don't know.

And if he doesn't show up?

I'm sorry to ask, Adriana, but...

how did you end up in a place like this?

I could tell you it was my mother's fault, but...

I wouldn't know in detail.

Yeah, I think I can relate.

I, in a certain way, I was also abandoned.

Oh, no. I'm not talking about that.

My parents...

got themselves killed after dropping me off here.

My dad was driving and my mom suddenly turned the wheel.

Everything happened so suddenly,

there is no real explanation.

My father survived, he was some days at the hospital

and there he said my mom...

It wasn't herself,

it's like she had abandoned her body.

Father Quintana told us something similar

before he disappeared.

He said there was something on this village

that made ordinary people...

suddenly stop being so.

You won't find anything, Father.

Adriana. What are you doing here?

There is no use to keep looking.

I have it very well-kept, don't worry about it.

What it is?

Don't tell him. You don't know what he's looking for?

Don't say anything. OK?

What did you do with Rafael?

Father...

- Don't come near me! - No, no, no!

Calm down. Please, calm down.

Please, Adriana.

No.

I don't know what happened with Rafael. I swear it!

I don't know. You have to come with me.

And you'll give me what you've got on you.

Father, for goodness sake, calm down and put the gun down.

- Let's just discuss... - You shut the hell up!

You should not even be here...

You know me.

You know you're not cruel, right?

Father... It's all over.

Please, why don't you confess

and collaborate with us and with the authorities?

You have no idea, do you?

You don't even know what you're doing, right?

Give him the gun, Father. Please. Everything will be fine.

You can trust me, give him the weapon.

Give him the weapon, please, Father. Please.

I'm not going to harm you.

Please hand him the weapon, for all that's holy.

- Relax. - Relax.

- We will get you some help. - Yes, yes...

Are you OK?

Come on. Let's go.

Are you OK, Father?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

- Let me see. - I'm fine.

- Are you really sure? - Yeah.

- Eyes on the road! - Sure, sure, sure.

Here, put this on your forehead.

Thank you.

Adriana...

Adriana, wake up.

Come with me. Here.

No, don't take her.

Shut your mouth and go to sleep.

No.

Rafael Quintana, you go back to sleep now,

or I'll slap it out of you.

Go to sleep.

Let's go.

Go to sleep.

Where are we going?

Monsignor Benavente is here and he wants to meet you.

Did I do something wrong?

No.

What did I do?

- Hit the brakes! - It can't be. No, it can't be...

It can't be, it's not possible.

The important thing is, no matter what happens in there,

you don't scream.

Do you understand?

If you scream, no one will be able to help you. OK?