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"For the Chileans and
the German settlers who arrived,

this island is the end of the world.

For those of us
who've been here forever,

it's the beginning."

DECLARATION OF DEFENDANT.

Court of Justice - Chiloé. Chile, 1881.

That's your father's place, Thorsten.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Rosa.
- Good morning, Mrs. Agnes.

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

He's asking what's going on.

I don't know, Mr. Stefan.

These are Indian knots.

We're just servants.

Mr. Stefan, stop!

You can't scare us.

You can't kick us out!

You're making a mistake,
Mr. Stefan.

Tell me who did it!

Let her go!

Damn Indian!

Rosa, go home.

Don't touch my daughter,
you hear me?

Dad!

Make them stop!

I beg you!

Mrs. Agnes!
Please!

Make them stop!

Please, please.

He wasn't a Christian,
my child.

But I am.

I don't know who you are anymore.

How old are you?

Thirteen.

A whole life ahead of you.

You already lost a father,

don't lose anything else.

As Mayor you should help me.

That's what I'm doing.
Helping you.

It's not fair
that my father was killed...

It's not fair that I ended up
in this damn village,

but here I am.

You don't want to get in trouble
with the Germans.

Little girl,

no one should want to get
in trouble with them.

Besides, how do I put this?

Fathers die,

and I can't resurrect anyone.

Good morning.

- Good morning Mr. Mayor, how are you?
- Have a seat, please.

Will you help me or not?

Helping you
is telling you like it is.

A dog killed your father,

and dogs don't go to jail.

Why does God let someone
be killed by dogs?

He let himself be killed
by nails.

He knows why He does things.

You shouldn't be here.

You already told me.

I'll leave tomorrow.

I'm not talking about that.

Then what?

Listen,

you asked Chile for justice,

now you ask God for justice.

But you haven't asked yourself
for justice.

Myself?

Come.

Are you going to bless me?

No.

Look at you.

What did you see?

Water.

What's in the water?

My face.

If you didn't know yourself,

what would you see?

I know someone
who can take you in.

And you?

Who are you?

Rosa Raín.
Are you Mateo Parancán?

Need a roof, child?

I do, but...
I'm not just here for that.

A roof is all I have.

I want you to look at my face.

You, look at me.

What do you see?

I see a man.

An old man.

I see an Indian.

A Huilliche.

What else?

What do you mean?

What's inside my eyes?

Me.

You can't fish,

but you're good with knives.

Fish are not that different
from lambs.

Nor from you.

You sell them afterward?

You sell them afterward.

They say you're an authority
on the island.

I'm just the Indian
who gave you a roof.

And who will take it away if you ask
too many questions, little girl.

What if the Germans are around?

Authorization is needed.

I won't talk to them.

You don't understand.

Strange prayer.

I don't pray.

They can see us.

Today you're invisible.

What about the dogs?

Invisible to anything
that has eyes.

If he was Huilliche,

he's somewhere else.

He's in heaven.

Huilliches aren't heaven creatures.

Huilliches are sea creatures.

Why do lambs have those knots?

My father was killed
because of those dead lambs.

Dead lambs can't kill anyone.

Live dogs can.

Those Germans
aren't just on any old land!

Tell me the truth.

The truth?

Your father was killed because they
don't give a damn about an Indian's life.

But my father wasn't Huilliche anymore.

But he was killed for being one!

Those birds are for sorrow.

How will some dead birds
ease my sorrow?

They fly away with it.

I don't want to be here.

Close your eyes.

I want to be with my father.

He's in the sea.

But you won't reach him by sea.

Close your eyes.

Thank you.

Do you think your dad
would like you to be here?

How should I know?

What do you think?

I don't know.

What would he ask me for?

Justice.

What is justice to you?

For the one who killed him

to suffer.

I'll talk to my people.

What will you tell them?

That the dogs killed him,

so it'll have to be with dogs.

You and I
have met before.

So you're involved in witchcraft.

I don't like that word.

But... You work for them.

I don't work for them.

I'm one of them.

What do you mean?

Some people
don't want to remember.

But memories
are plastered over everything.

When no one alive today
had been born yet...

a Spaniard arrived on the island.

He said his name was Moraleda.

And that he was a sorcerer.

He asked to be brought
the most powerful machi.

But it was Chilpila
who showed up.

She was so Indian
her skin was almost blue.

They each kept transforming
themselves

into bigger animals than the other.

Until Moraleda...

transformed

into an animal greater than the cold.

As such, the Spaniard

was winning the duel.

But...

...Chilpila made her hands dance.

And the whole sea retreated.

The Spaniard's ships

were stranded,

like whales with their insides burst.

He had to give his sorcery book
to the Indian woman.

And since then
we've been La Recta Provincia.

And what happened
to that book?

We took what was useful
to defend ourselves with more strength.

And who's part
of La Recta Provincia?

Those of us who do justice
for the Indians...

For the island.

Franz?
Thorsten?

Stefan, come!

Get out! Get out!

Thorsten!

- Franz!
- Thorsten!

Thorsten!

Franz!

Franz!

Franz!

- Thorsten!
- Franz!

What if now they're
those dogs that appeared?

Stop it.
They didn't turn them into dogs.

Mayor, what have you heard
about the dogs?

Well, just what everybody's been hearing.

What's everybody saying?

Pay no mind, ma'am.

What do they say?

They say the Indians transform
people into dogs,

and sometimes the dogs are them.

They're witches, then.

Not Indians.

Madam, there isn't
much difference on this island

between the devil and the Indians.

The truth is there isn't
much difference between anything.

If you talked less

and did your job,

they wouldn't have you
rotting on this island.

With all due respect, Mr. Stefan,

I'm not rotting.

Come on!
Come with us!

Grab him!
Grab him, don't let him go!

On the ground, bastard!

Stop!
Enough!

Come on! Get up!

Get up!

Does it look good?

Does it matter?

If you don't want that child to be born
on this island, it sure does.

On this island
no one knows what a condor is.

This place will be filled
with important people,

people who are like condors.

Acting like a poet doesn't suit you.

Listen,

if I do things right in this trial,

the three of us might get out
of this damn town.

...this organization called
La Recta Provincia

has been spreading fear
in the territory of Chiloé for 100 years.

The ignorant believe them to be witches,
we believe them to be criminals.

They are natives, although their structure
incorporates certain foreign elements,

making them a unique rebel group
in our homeland.

Organized in districts,

under code names,

to operate on the entire island.

Like a state within our State.

Performing executions
in exchange for payments,

and organized to poison,

and kill,

always answering
to their so-called king.

Do you admit that you are
that “king”?

Answer.

Answer. You're in front of
a Court of the Republic.

I don't see any court or Republic.

Start to see it,

because you're being accused
of the death of animals

- and the disappearance...
- And if I don't see it,

Will you make the dogs eat me?

There are two missing children.

Either they turn up

or there will be bullets
for all of you.

If you had any proof

you would've shot us long ago.

Am I wrong, Christian?

Where are you going, cute little brat?

And who are you?

- My name's Rosa...
- Enough! Go away.

Mateo is in jail
and I want to see him.

And who is Mateo?

Everyone on the island knows
who Mateo is.

He's in jail
for being a son of a bitch.

I'm not a judge.

I'm just an Indian.

Only because I'm a good Christian,
I'll let you in.

Come.

It's others who should be in jail.

You came to ask for your dad,

and look where you are now.

I want to be here,
and I want to help.

No.

You don't want to be here.

And helping is not enough.

Tell me what I have to do.

Leave.

Leave by ship, by donkey,
but leave, don't be stubborn.

If you tell me,
I could go for...

You're lucky
you're not like us.

We're more than just Indians.

I'll ask you one thing.

And that's the end of it.

What is it?

Burn my house down.

What?

Burn my house down.

Our Father,
who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread...

Don't take them out
until they talk!

Let go of me!
Let go of me!

Don't move!
Stay there! Stay there!

Let go of me!

Stop!

Tell me...

Do you think I can help?

What's important is
what the island will tell you.

We can still go back.

May these waters wash away
the waters you were baptized with.

The arms of the sea
Don't break

Or get tired.

Embrace the water.
Embrace the water.

The arms of the sea
Have come to embrace you.

The arms of the sea
Will give birth.

The arms of the sea
Don't break

Or get tired.

Embrace the water.
Embrace the water.

The arms of the sea
Have come to embrace you.

The arms of the sea
Will give birth.

What is it?

Are you looking for the Mayor?

Could you shelter me
until it calms down?

Yeah, sure. Stay here.

- Surely in a while...
- Inside?

Where do you live?

Not so nearby.

With the settlers.

Sit down.

Who's skin is this?

It's yours... mine...

the ancients'.

Do you know who she is?

Foreigner dog!

If you're involved in this,

you'll end up like your dad.

I advise you to speak.

There's nothing to say.

Where did that come from?

I'm asking nicely.

From the cave.

From the cave.

And where would that cave be?

In the girl.

And you?

Won't you say anything?

I told you to go far away,
little girl.

The bullets are coming.

Out there I did what you people do.

You can't do what we do.

But now,
you'll die like us.

I was a witch out there.

Some words are too big for you.

I saw the island.

Everybody can see it.

- The point is...
- No.

You don't understand.

In the cave.

I looked at it...

it looked back.

The waterfall?

You didn't have to get involved in this.

Tomorrow the night will fall on us.

Just like that.

This isn't sheepskin.

It's human skin.

You see what you want to see.

Maybe you don't care if you die, but...

I'm sure you don't want
all your people to die because of you.

My wife is about to give birth

and an infection
is eating her alive.

You want me to tell you the truth?

We can't help you.

You help me...

and all of you get out of here.

Don't be stubborn, Christian.

We can do something.

No.

There's an order to this.

I'm telling you.

It's possible.

She's fine, too.

I don't know how you do it,

nor do I want to,
but...

Thank you very much.

I found the wood,
and Stefan carved it.

Thank you very much, Mr. Stefan...

You can call me Stefan.

A child is a blessing.

Since it is human skin,

probably from one
of the missing children,

this court admits the evidence
delivered by the Froden family.

Once the authorities arrive from Ancud
and sign the decree,

the members of the organization
known as La Recta Provincia

will go before the firing squad.

You damn traitor!

Liar!

Liar!

Help me, Rosa.

Are you okay?

Help me prepare
something for the pain.

My hands no longer respond
from all the beatings.

Take some herbs
from my saddlebag.

Chew the leaves.

Don't swallow them.

Spit them over there.

Give it to me.

What are we doing?

You're good with knives.

You could be a knife.

I will always shelter you,
little girl.

Don't call me little girl.

Mateo's skin
can take you out of your skin.

The sky is the sea.

The land is the sea.

You are the sea.

The sky is the sea.

The land is the sea.

You are the sea.

The sky is the sea.

The land is the sea.

You are the sea.

The sky is the sea.

The land is the sea.

You may go.

Dead birds for sorrow, Franz.

Dead birds for sorrow, Thorsten.

In this mouth...

the Indigenous Court
of the Recta Provincia.

They sing in this mouth

those who are missing for us,

those who were taken away from us.

In this mouth, what we say

and what is said about us.

In this mouth
a great fire burns.

In this mouth lies the whole sea.

This mouth sings,

This mouth cries,

This mouth barks.

On your face, my mouth.

In this mouth, my mouth.

SORCERY