El Internado: Las Cumbres (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Episode #2.5 - full transcript
We've got a problem in Room 3.
What are you saying?
That's impossible.
Let me check.
I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Find him!
He's injured. He won't have gotten far.
THE BOARDING SCHOOL
LAS CUMBRES
El Internado Las Cumbres.
We're running out of time.
Also, I'm losing my memory.
And you're still lost.
I'm scared that all of this will go wrong.
And we will disappear forever.
And that's why I'm going to break
the promise I made to you.
Because I think there's someone
who can help us.
You told me it was dangerous
to share the secret of the Crow's Nest.
That knowledge like that
could make even the most rational person
lose their mind.
León...
Do you know what folklore says
about desecrating the tomb of a witch?
It's like opening a gate to hell.
But I refuse.
I refuse to let the life we built
over all these years just evaporate.
Is León seriously with Inés in all
those photographs from different eras?
Well, she's not called Inés.
Her name's Alicia Bernal.
Where is she?
But hang on, are we sure it's her?
Like, 100%?
It's her, I'd swear.
It's impossible.
I mean, she'd have to be a vampire...
Shh!
Only those who know
they're in God's hands...
are capable of keeping silent.
Yes, sir.
Hey, if she was a vampire, it would
explain the bags of blood that we found.
In the sanatorium.
And on top of that,
we've lost the Corax forms.
Yeah...
So basically I gave up
my father's inheritance
to hand it to Uncle Marcel...
so that he could join Corax
with that son-of-a-bitch Darío.
- We've got to get him back for this..
- Yeah, how do we do that?
Well, anything!
Give him a taste of his own medicine.
Go to the sick bay, nick some drugs
and see if they make him ill.
I don't know! Whatever!
The most fun would be
to give him a laxative.
I've got a small pharmacy
underneath my mattress.
Look, sweetie.
We're past the age of chewing gum
and pulling pranks on teachers
and stupid stuff like that.
We're too old.
What if I told you
I had a rifle hidden away?
You're insane, girl.
Go.
Silence over there!
Is it there?
Look, here it is.
Alicia Bernal.
"A unique concert recorded in Vienna
by the composer Alicia Bernal,
Christmas Day 1940."
Sit down, please.
Dying young is very unfair.
Especially if you have talent
like that of Franz Schubert.
He died at 31 of typhoid fever.
But with one simple act,
we make him immortal.
Has anyone seen Inés Mendoza?
No, sir.
Amaia.
Amaia!
Look.
"Alicia Bernal.
Composer and piano virtuosa.
Born in the Pyrenean Valleys in 1903."
So she's 120 years old.
"Celebrated in the greatest theatres
of Europe,
she disappeared during World War II
and it's believed she died
in a concentration camp.
Buchenwald, near the city of Weimar."
Born in 1903!
Well, she didn't die there.
1903... It is her!
- I'll be right back.
- OK.
ANNIVERSARY
OF ISABEL GASCÓN'S DEATH
I wouldn't be able to cope
if it wasn't for this.
All right, give me one then.
Adèle.
Eva, right?
Mm?
Hey, um...
You said earlier
that you had a, uh... rifle hidden away?
Where is it?
Well, we just stumbled upon it
and now it's hidden away
so no one else will hurt themselves.
Of course, very good. Where is it, Adèle?
What will you give me if I tell?
It's in the storeroom.
I don't want you anywhere near it.
He's finally noticed me!
Yeah?
Well, don't get your hopes up.
Because to him
you're a snot-nosed kid, like me.
A nobody.
All right, all right.
In that case, it's time for Plan B.
And what's that?
Hmm.
"Anniversary of the death
of young girl Isabel Gascón.
Her body was found in the cemetery...
at the hands of a local cult,
the Crow's Nest..."
Amaia.
Are you OK?
Mmm.
You sure?
It's just all this about Inés and León,
it's got me a bit...
Yeah, it's a lot, right?
What?
No, it's just if I lived for 120 years...
I'd want to be with you.
Acts of vandalism to our property
are disrespectful
to our memory and to our past.
Move along! Quickly and orderly!
Go!
What's all this about?
Someone took the crow
from the fountain.
Faster!
Acts of vandalism
to our property
are disrespectful to our memory
and to our past.
You find this amusing, Uribe?
No, sir.
If the culprit
doesn't come forward,
you'll be standing here
until you sprout roots.
Are you cold?
Don Arturo.
I understand your concern
about the vandalism from the students...
but they will learn their lesson.
I'm sure.
But what concerns me is
another matter we need to deal with.
Don Arturo, I've already explained.
We have more than enough teachers
to cover Latin classes.
I don't need any of the friars.
You don't.
But the kids out there do.
What they need is a role model.
A man who can guide them,
like Brother Elías.
Forget it then.
- Isn't that Manuel?
- Is that Manuel Villar?
What's he doing here?
What's going on here? Hey!
Stay in line! Hey!
What's going on?
Get back in line, right now!
You, fall in! And you too!
Hey!
Amaia.
Manu.
Torres! Move aside!
- Move aside.
- Get off me!
Well then?
Answer my question.
I escaped.
I broke the mirror.
They followed me.
This doesn't make any sense, Mr. Villar.
I was alone.
Down a hole.
Right.
The police have contacted your parents.
- We know that you wrote to them.
- I was hungry.
I had no other choice.
I was there, and alone.
I was trapped.
But where is "there"?
Trapped, but by who?
I don't know. I never saw them.
They put me to sleep, put on images...
Cat, plane,
hammer, cat, plane...
hammer.
Then the gas.
What day is it?
How much time has passed?
Let's see.
You got lost in the woods.
Yes.
Mmm.
I fell...
Hmm.
- And I hit my head.
- Yes.
And then?
- My head really hurts.
- It's called a hangover.
What I think is that this boy
is stoned off his head.
They drugged me.
They put me to sleep... I don't know...
Right, that's it, that's enough.
I'll tell you what has happened.
You escaped.
And went back to your old ways.
Of getting high with your friends, hmm?
Smashing up cars.
And now you've come back here to hide.
Or maybe you've come
looking for your girlfriend?
I'm going to speak with your parents.
I'm sure they'll agree with me.
You will finish the year...
and we will put you back
on the straight and narrow.
You can spend your comedown in here.
Beatriz of Osuna.
That's the woman buried in the mountains.
She lived in the 15th century.
How do you know it's her?
From these inscriptions.
Look.
It's a code language.
It was called Transitus Fluvii,
the common language of witches.
Look at her hands.
The Draco Musca.
Exactly.
She was the one that wrote it,
and she took her secret to the grave.
This school is full of brutes and savages.
We should go back to the cold showers.
Yes, Pelayo. Maybe you're right.
No.
He's not right.
If we treat them like delinquents,
they'll become delinquents.
Bravo.
I'm being taught about morals...
by a woman
who jumped into bed with a friar.
Could we talk in private for a moment?
Have you been in contact
with the parents of Manuel Villar?
Mm-hmm.
They agree that he should finish
the year with us.
Good.
Well, get him out of the fridge right now,
before he becomes a real problem.
A problem?
Well, it's possible,
but it wouldn't be my fault.
Don't think for a moment that I'm naïve.
Get him out.
Good boy.
Hey!
CALLING INÉS
Pick up, Inés...
Fuck, that almost took him out!
They wanted the statue back, didn't they?
Well it's a miracle
of the Virgin of the Peaks.
Was that you?
I deserve the...
I deserve the punishment...
I...
I, I deserve the...
That's enough!
FOR HOW LONG WILL YOU BE ABLE
TO HIDE YOUR CRIME?
Mara.
The students are still
being punished in the dining room.
What should we do?
Tell them lunchtime is over.
But, so how did you get back here?
I escaped.
Hey, we didn't tell you,
we also did...
We staged a riot to escape
and we through all the lockers
to the ground, it was mental.
You should have seen it...
OK, leave him alone now, guys.
Fucking hell...
Amaia, I want
to tell you everything, but...
I don't even know where to start.
Manu.
I was so worried about you.
I went looking for you like I promised,
but you were gone.
Sorry.
I'm sorry, but who are you?
What are you talking about?
Manu, it's Adèle.
Adèle, he's a little overwhelmed.
Don't worry about it, OK?
What did they do to you, Manu?
It was a fucking nightmare.
It's OK, you're here now.
Don't worry.
But this face.
It was the only thing that kept me alive.
In the worst moments,
I imagined the two of us on the beach.
Naked.
Playing in the waves.
I'll see you later.
What are you doing here?
Did Fran give you something
for your headache?
Yeah, he did.
And now we have to go to class.
What a fucking joke.
But hey, we've got a little while yet.
I want to show you something.
Inés, are you in your room?
Inés, what are you still doing in bed?
I've been calling you all morning.
Inés!
Inés?
Inés?
Hey... Hey!
Inés?
Oh, pick up, Fran.
Fran, come to my house urgently.
Something's wrong with Inés.
Darling... Inés, my love.
My little Inés.
Oh, my Inés! Inés.
- Where did this come from?
- Long story.
And with this thing,
we're going to escape from here.
Wow, man.
- Wow, man.
- Mate, what's that?
- Nothing, bro.
- No, no, Manu.
Paul, God!
It's been hard, you know?
I've been through so much shit.
- I didn't think I was going to make it.
- Oh, man.
And now, well...
I need to rest.
We'll wait as long as you need.
But we have to do it.
We can't be around here with that bastard.
Do you not know who kidnapped you?
I never saw them.
Do you... Do you know?
Do you know who they are?
Darío Mendoza.
But how...
- How do you know that, mate?
- But Manu, mate...
- How do you know that?
- Hey, Manu, hey.
Listen, mate.
I have so much I have to tell you, OK?
And you me, I'm sure as well,
but just bit by bit.
This'll be our secret, right?
And our passport out of here.
Everything appears normal.
Then why the hell
won't she wake up?
Eh?
How was she before she went to sleep?
She was fine.
We had dinner with the investors.
She was perfectly normal.
I'd even say she was happy.
- Could anything have shocked her?
- No.
No!
Listen to me, Darío.
It's possible that we've forced her mind
too much.
What if she doesn't wake up?
What if she dies?
Darío, we're crossing a line here.
We have to wake her up, no matter what.
It's too important.
Wake her up.
I see you're letting go of
the scepticism that was holding you back.
Now I know that there is
a solid scientific basis
to the folklore in this region.
I've found information about this woman,
a pioneer in the field of botany.
She arrived at some
really advanced knowledge.
Beatriz of Osuna.
That woman was a daughter of Satan.
She wrote the Draco Musca.
And founded the Lodge of the Crow's Nest.
She began the sacrifices to the Devil.
The daughters of villagers would be found
hanging from the branches of trees...
with their eyes ripped out.
Like Rita and Alba.
Our founder, Saint Malaquías,
put his heart and soul
into hunting down that woman's followers.
But their power still lingers
in the shadows.
Don't go down this route, Elvira.
It's more dangerous than you think.
What are we looking for, exactly?
Statements from the followers
of Beatriz of Osuna.
The founder of the monastery,
Malaquías, tried them for witchcraft.
There has to be something here to tell us
where they hid the Draco Musca.
- Yes?
- Elvira.
I'm calling about your...
your maleic acid.
Tell me something.
Do you think I can give a high dose
to my daughter?
To Inés?
What's wrong with her?
She won't wake up.
She has low neural activity.
Is she unconscious?
I've seen that in students
without Attention Deficit Disorder.
It can bring about a catatonic state.
Mmm. I don't think it'd wake her up.
And Darío, in fact,
you could cause the opposite effect.
My name is Salvador.
Brother Salvador.
Mmm.
Mara.
What is tormenting you?
Confession would help
to lighten your burden.
I'm not a believer.
If you need to unburden yourself,
just know that I will keep your secret
and I will take your words to the grave.
They say...
They say that the killer...
always returns
to the scene of the crime.
Elías?
I pushed him.
I pushed him.
With these hands.
There's not...
There's not a day, an hour,
or a second, that I don't...
That I don't see Elías...
falling into the abyss.
Do you still want
to take my secrets to the grave?
If you walked out that door right now
and called the police...
I'd understand.
I can't.
The seal of confession is God's law.
Unburden yourself.
It's impossible for you to understand
how I'm feeling now.
Don't believe that.
I also have lives
that weigh on my conscience.
But I found solace in God.
He has saved me
and that is the only thing that matters.
If only it were that simple.
It is.
You are repentant, Mara.
You just have to kneel before Him.
Mara.
I'm glad you've come to your senses.
Brother Salvador will be
an excellent Latin teacher.
What are you doing here?
Are you following me?
- You OK?
- I'm a bit dizzy and that.
So many people around.
I don't know. I think I'm out of practice.
Yeah.
Hey, is it true there are snitches
on duty during the night now?
Yeah.
Yeah, you'll have to take a turn.
Hmm.
- Why? Do you want to escape without me?
- Yes, right now.
No, I just heard it around.
Well, yeah.
I'm going to bed. I'm knackered.
OK.
Rest up.
Can I talk to you for a second?
What's up?
Hey, Manu is strange.
How do you expect him to be?
This is fucking mental.
Amaia.
Paul, it's normal.
Who knows what they did to him.
Yeah, but I've caught him
in a couple of lies.
Have you heard of Stockholm Syndrome?
- Yeah, right...
- It could be.
Maybe they released him on purpose.
To what end?
I don't know.
But he's hiding something.
Look, the only ones hiding anything
are me and you.
I can hardly look him in the eye anymore.
Lights will be turned out
in five minutes.
Rest is essential
for good academic performance.
Hello.
Are you enjoying the book?
- Yeah.
- Well, you're reading it backwards.
What about you,
have you come to break some pipes?
No. If you want, I'll join in.
Don't act all innocent.
I've seen you burning bins,
breaking locks,
and boycotting the school
in plenty of other ways.
I've been keeping my eye on you.
And why is that?
Because we're kindred spirits.
You didn't even have time to pull away!
You don't hold back, do you?
No.
No.
"The Court finds that the Witch of Osuna
has made a pact with the Devil...
as evidenced
by her maidenly appearance,
despite having been born...
more than 200 years ago."
Malaquías orders
the torture of her followers,
who almost always refuse to confess,
to being aided by the Evil One."
You should leave, León.
I'll remind you that this is my house
And I won't leave without seeing her.
León.
León!
She just asleep.
Her neural activity is completely normal.
Oh, not again.
Not again. Daughter...
Please.
Oh...
Please.
"The members of the Lodge
have been condemned
by the justice of God...
to oblivion and madness."
"Even if some escape
the justice of men."
Manu?
- Uribe, you can't be here.
- Mind your own business!
- My business is guard duty!
- You want a medal for best snitch?
- Go to bed!
- Get off, arsehole!
Enough!
You stay on duty.
You've earned yourself
a night in the fridge. Walk.
Walk, I said!
Move.
Fuck.
"In the year of our Lord 1530,
a woman confesses, after hours of torture.
She denies a pact with the Evil One.
She claims that it is not black magic,
but science that keeps them young.
But they live in fear of the Executioner."
"The accused commits heresy
by declaring that she does not fear God...
only the one who kills girls
and rips out their eyes without mercy.
Some call him the Executioner.
Others, the Dark Angel.
A demon that tirelessly searches
for souls to deliver to hell."
DUBBING BROTHERS
What are you saying?
That's impossible.
Let me check.
I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Find him!
He's injured. He won't have gotten far.
THE BOARDING SCHOOL
LAS CUMBRES
El Internado Las Cumbres.
We're running out of time.
Also, I'm losing my memory.
And you're still lost.
I'm scared that all of this will go wrong.
And we will disappear forever.
And that's why I'm going to break
the promise I made to you.
Because I think there's someone
who can help us.
You told me it was dangerous
to share the secret of the Crow's Nest.
That knowledge like that
could make even the most rational person
lose their mind.
León...
Do you know what folklore says
about desecrating the tomb of a witch?
It's like opening a gate to hell.
But I refuse.
I refuse to let the life we built
over all these years just evaporate.
Is León seriously with Inés in all
those photographs from different eras?
Well, she's not called Inés.
Her name's Alicia Bernal.
Where is she?
But hang on, are we sure it's her?
Like, 100%?
It's her, I'd swear.
It's impossible.
I mean, she'd have to be a vampire...
Shh!
Only those who know
they're in God's hands...
are capable of keeping silent.
Yes, sir.
Hey, if she was a vampire, it would
explain the bags of blood that we found.
In the sanatorium.
And on top of that,
we've lost the Corax forms.
Yeah...
So basically I gave up
my father's inheritance
to hand it to Uncle Marcel...
so that he could join Corax
with that son-of-a-bitch Darío.
- We've got to get him back for this..
- Yeah, how do we do that?
Well, anything!
Give him a taste of his own medicine.
Go to the sick bay, nick some drugs
and see if they make him ill.
I don't know! Whatever!
The most fun would be
to give him a laxative.
I've got a small pharmacy
underneath my mattress.
Look, sweetie.
We're past the age of chewing gum
and pulling pranks on teachers
and stupid stuff like that.
We're too old.
What if I told you
I had a rifle hidden away?
You're insane, girl.
Go.
Silence over there!
Is it there?
Look, here it is.
Alicia Bernal.
"A unique concert recorded in Vienna
by the composer Alicia Bernal,
Christmas Day 1940."
Sit down, please.
Dying young is very unfair.
Especially if you have talent
like that of Franz Schubert.
He died at 31 of typhoid fever.
But with one simple act,
we make him immortal.
Has anyone seen Inés Mendoza?
No, sir.
Amaia.
Amaia!
Look.
"Alicia Bernal.
Composer and piano virtuosa.
Born in the Pyrenean Valleys in 1903."
So she's 120 years old.
"Celebrated in the greatest theatres
of Europe,
she disappeared during World War II
and it's believed she died
in a concentration camp.
Buchenwald, near the city of Weimar."
Born in 1903!
Well, she didn't die there.
1903... It is her!
- I'll be right back.
- OK.
ANNIVERSARY
OF ISABEL GASCÓN'S DEATH
I wouldn't be able to cope
if it wasn't for this.
All right, give me one then.
Adèle.
Eva, right?
Mm?
Hey, um...
You said earlier
that you had a, uh... rifle hidden away?
Where is it?
Well, we just stumbled upon it
and now it's hidden away
so no one else will hurt themselves.
Of course, very good. Where is it, Adèle?
What will you give me if I tell?
It's in the storeroom.
I don't want you anywhere near it.
He's finally noticed me!
Yeah?
Well, don't get your hopes up.
Because to him
you're a snot-nosed kid, like me.
A nobody.
All right, all right.
In that case, it's time for Plan B.
And what's that?
Hmm.
"Anniversary of the death
of young girl Isabel Gascón.
Her body was found in the cemetery...
at the hands of a local cult,
the Crow's Nest..."
Amaia.
Are you OK?
Mmm.
You sure?
It's just all this about Inés and León,
it's got me a bit...
Yeah, it's a lot, right?
What?
No, it's just if I lived for 120 years...
I'd want to be with you.
Acts of vandalism to our property
are disrespectful
to our memory and to our past.
Move along! Quickly and orderly!
Go!
What's all this about?
Someone took the crow
from the fountain.
Faster!
Acts of vandalism
to our property
are disrespectful to our memory
and to our past.
You find this amusing, Uribe?
No, sir.
If the culprit
doesn't come forward,
you'll be standing here
until you sprout roots.
Are you cold?
Don Arturo.
I understand your concern
about the vandalism from the students...
but they will learn their lesson.
I'm sure.
But what concerns me is
another matter we need to deal with.
Don Arturo, I've already explained.
We have more than enough teachers
to cover Latin classes.
I don't need any of the friars.
You don't.
But the kids out there do.
What they need is a role model.
A man who can guide them,
like Brother Elías.
Forget it then.
- Isn't that Manuel?
- Is that Manuel Villar?
What's he doing here?
What's going on here? Hey!
Stay in line! Hey!
What's going on?
Get back in line, right now!
You, fall in! And you too!
Hey!
Amaia.
Manu.
Torres! Move aside!
- Move aside.
- Get off me!
Well then?
Answer my question.
I escaped.
I broke the mirror.
They followed me.
This doesn't make any sense, Mr. Villar.
I was alone.
Down a hole.
Right.
The police have contacted your parents.
- We know that you wrote to them.
- I was hungry.
I had no other choice.
I was there, and alone.
I was trapped.
But where is "there"?
Trapped, but by who?
I don't know. I never saw them.
They put me to sleep, put on images...
Cat, plane,
hammer, cat, plane...
hammer.
Then the gas.
What day is it?
How much time has passed?
Let's see.
You got lost in the woods.
Yes.
Mmm.
I fell...
Hmm.
- And I hit my head.
- Yes.
And then?
- My head really hurts.
- It's called a hangover.
What I think is that this boy
is stoned off his head.
They drugged me.
They put me to sleep... I don't know...
Right, that's it, that's enough.
I'll tell you what has happened.
You escaped.
And went back to your old ways.
Of getting high with your friends, hmm?
Smashing up cars.
And now you've come back here to hide.
Or maybe you've come
looking for your girlfriend?
I'm going to speak with your parents.
I'm sure they'll agree with me.
You will finish the year...
and we will put you back
on the straight and narrow.
You can spend your comedown in here.
Beatriz of Osuna.
That's the woman buried in the mountains.
She lived in the 15th century.
How do you know it's her?
From these inscriptions.
Look.
It's a code language.
It was called Transitus Fluvii,
the common language of witches.
Look at her hands.
The Draco Musca.
Exactly.
She was the one that wrote it,
and she took her secret to the grave.
This school is full of brutes and savages.
We should go back to the cold showers.
Yes, Pelayo. Maybe you're right.
No.
He's not right.
If we treat them like delinquents,
they'll become delinquents.
Bravo.
I'm being taught about morals...
by a woman
who jumped into bed with a friar.
Could we talk in private for a moment?
Have you been in contact
with the parents of Manuel Villar?
Mm-hmm.
They agree that he should finish
the year with us.
Good.
Well, get him out of the fridge right now,
before he becomes a real problem.
A problem?
Well, it's possible,
but it wouldn't be my fault.
Don't think for a moment that I'm naïve.
Get him out.
Good boy.
Hey!
CALLING INÉS
Pick up, Inés...
Fuck, that almost took him out!
They wanted the statue back, didn't they?
Well it's a miracle
of the Virgin of the Peaks.
Was that you?
I deserve the...
I deserve the punishment...
I...
I, I deserve the...
That's enough!
FOR HOW LONG WILL YOU BE ABLE
TO HIDE YOUR CRIME?
Mara.
The students are still
being punished in the dining room.
What should we do?
Tell them lunchtime is over.
But, so how did you get back here?
I escaped.
Hey, we didn't tell you,
we also did...
We staged a riot to escape
and we through all the lockers
to the ground, it was mental.
You should have seen it...
OK, leave him alone now, guys.
Fucking hell...
Amaia, I want
to tell you everything, but...
I don't even know where to start.
Manu.
I was so worried about you.
I went looking for you like I promised,
but you were gone.
Sorry.
I'm sorry, but who are you?
What are you talking about?
Manu, it's Adèle.
Adèle, he's a little overwhelmed.
Don't worry about it, OK?
What did they do to you, Manu?
It was a fucking nightmare.
It's OK, you're here now.
Don't worry.
But this face.
It was the only thing that kept me alive.
In the worst moments,
I imagined the two of us on the beach.
Naked.
Playing in the waves.
I'll see you later.
What are you doing here?
Did Fran give you something
for your headache?
Yeah, he did.
And now we have to go to class.
What a fucking joke.
But hey, we've got a little while yet.
I want to show you something.
Inés, are you in your room?
Inés, what are you still doing in bed?
I've been calling you all morning.
Inés!
Inés?
Inés?
Hey... Hey!
Inés?
Oh, pick up, Fran.
Fran, come to my house urgently.
Something's wrong with Inés.
Darling... Inés, my love.
My little Inés.
Oh, my Inés! Inés.
- Where did this come from?
- Long story.
And with this thing,
we're going to escape from here.
Wow, man.
- Wow, man.
- Mate, what's that?
- Nothing, bro.
- No, no, Manu.
Paul, God!
It's been hard, you know?
I've been through so much shit.
- I didn't think I was going to make it.
- Oh, man.
And now, well...
I need to rest.
We'll wait as long as you need.
But we have to do it.
We can't be around here with that bastard.
Do you not know who kidnapped you?
I never saw them.
Do you... Do you know?
Do you know who they are?
Darío Mendoza.
But how...
- How do you know that, mate?
- But Manu, mate...
- How do you know that?
- Hey, Manu, hey.
Listen, mate.
I have so much I have to tell you, OK?
And you me, I'm sure as well,
but just bit by bit.
This'll be our secret, right?
And our passport out of here.
Everything appears normal.
Then why the hell
won't she wake up?
Eh?
How was she before she went to sleep?
She was fine.
We had dinner with the investors.
She was perfectly normal.
I'd even say she was happy.
- Could anything have shocked her?
- No.
No!
Listen to me, Darío.
It's possible that we've forced her mind
too much.
What if she doesn't wake up?
What if she dies?
Darío, we're crossing a line here.
We have to wake her up, no matter what.
It's too important.
Wake her up.
I see you're letting go of
the scepticism that was holding you back.
Now I know that there is
a solid scientific basis
to the folklore in this region.
I've found information about this woman,
a pioneer in the field of botany.
She arrived at some
really advanced knowledge.
Beatriz of Osuna.
That woman was a daughter of Satan.
She wrote the Draco Musca.
And founded the Lodge of the Crow's Nest.
She began the sacrifices to the Devil.
The daughters of villagers would be found
hanging from the branches of trees...
with their eyes ripped out.
Like Rita and Alba.
Our founder, Saint Malaquías,
put his heart and soul
into hunting down that woman's followers.
But their power still lingers
in the shadows.
Don't go down this route, Elvira.
It's more dangerous than you think.
What are we looking for, exactly?
Statements from the followers
of Beatriz of Osuna.
The founder of the monastery,
Malaquías, tried them for witchcraft.
There has to be something here to tell us
where they hid the Draco Musca.
- Yes?
- Elvira.
I'm calling about your...
your maleic acid.
Tell me something.
Do you think I can give a high dose
to my daughter?
To Inés?
What's wrong with her?
She won't wake up.
She has low neural activity.
Is she unconscious?
I've seen that in students
without Attention Deficit Disorder.
It can bring about a catatonic state.
Mmm. I don't think it'd wake her up.
And Darío, in fact,
you could cause the opposite effect.
My name is Salvador.
Brother Salvador.
Mmm.
Mara.
What is tormenting you?
Confession would help
to lighten your burden.
I'm not a believer.
If you need to unburden yourself,
just know that I will keep your secret
and I will take your words to the grave.
They say...
They say that the killer...
always returns
to the scene of the crime.
Elías?
I pushed him.
I pushed him.
With these hands.
There's not...
There's not a day, an hour,
or a second, that I don't...
That I don't see Elías...
falling into the abyss.
Do you still want
to take my secrets to the grave?
If you walked out that door right now
and called the police...
I'd understand.
I can't.
The seal of confession is God's law.
Unburden yourself.
It's impossible for you to understand
how I'm feeling now.
Don't believe that.
I also have lives
that weigh on my conscience.
But I found solace in God.
He has saved me
and that is the only thing that matters.
If only it were that simple.
It is.
You are repentant, Mara.
You just have to kneel before Him.
Mara.
I'm glad you've come to your senses.
Brother Salvador will be
an excellent Latin teacher.
What are you doing here?
Are you following me?
- You OK?
- I'm a bit dizzy and that.
So many people around.
I don't know. I think I'm out of practice.
Yeah.
Hey, is it true there are snitches
on duty during the night now?
Yeah.
Yeah, you'll have to take a turn.
Hmm.
- Why? Do you want to escape without me?
- Yes, right now.
No, I just heard it around.
Well, yeah.
I'm going to bed. I'm knackered.
OK.
Rest up.
Can I talk to you for a second?
What's up?
Hey, Manu is strange.
How do you expect him to be?
This is fucking mental.
Amaia.
Paul, it's normal.
Who knows what they did to him.
Yeah, but I've caught him
in a couple of lies.
Have you heard of Stockholm Syndrome?
- Yeah, right...
- It could be.
Maybe they released him on purpose.
To what end?
I don't know.
But he's hiding something.
Look, the only ones hiding anything
are me and you.
I can hardly look him in the eye anymore.
Lights will be turned out
in five minutes.
Rest is essential
for good academic performance.
Hello.
Are you enjoying the book?
- Yeah.
- Well, you're reading it backwards.
What about you,
have you come to break some pipes?
No. If you want, I'll join in.
Don't act all innocent.
I've seen you burning bins,
breaking locks,
and boycotting the school
in plenty of other ways.
I've been keeping my eye on you.
And why is that?
Because we're kindred spirits.
You didn't even have time to pull away!
You don't hold back, do you?
No.
No.
"The Court finds that the Witch of Osuna
has made a pact with the Devil...
as evidenced
by her maidenly appearance,
despite having been born...
more than 200 years ago."
Malaquías orders
the torture of her followers,
who almost always refuse to confess,
to being aided by the Evil One."
You should leave, León.
I'll remind you that this is my house
And I won't leave without seeing her.
León.
León!
She just asleep.
Her neural activity is completely normal.
Oh, not again.
Not again. Daughter...
Please.
Oh...
Please.
"The members of the Lodge
have been condemned
by the justice of God...
to oblivion and madness."
"Even if some escape
the justice of men."
Manu?
- Uribe, you can't be here.
- Mind your own business!
- My business is guard duty!
- You want a medal for best snitch?
- Go to bed!
- Get off, arsehole!
Enough!
You stay on duty.
You've earned yourself
a night in the fridge. Walk.
Walk, I said!
Move.
Fuck.
"In the year of our Lord 1530,
a woman confesses, after hours of torture.
She denies a pact with the Evil One.
She claims that it is not black magic,
but science that keeps them young.
But they live in fear of the Executioner."
"The accused commits heresy
by declaring that she does not fear God...
only the one who kills girls
and rips out their eyes without mercy.
Some call him the Executioner.
Others, the Dark Angel.
A demon that tirelessly searches
for souls to deliver to hell."
DUBBING BROTHERS