"Where is Richard Blake's treasure hidden?" "I'll never tell you." "A mold, Ma'am." "All the secrets are kept under lock and key." "I had no time to figure out what Cardinal so jealously concealed." "Are you familiar with Mongolia?" "They say that conditions there are extremely harsh." "Let me out of here!" "Let me out of here!" "What?" "She let two months pass since she last brought us her underwear?" "But where was your mind wandering, Marta?" "When were you planning on telling me?" "Who are you?" "I'm the wife of the pirate Richard Blake." "How long since your last period?" "It's been two months." "Have you consummated the marriage?" "And what are you going to do?" "Because the commissioner will know that this is not his son, but Martín's." "We have to forget everything that's happened." "We owe it to Inés, Cipri." "It's over." "It's the diary of the jailer." "Agustín was with her." "His visit seemed to relax her." "It doesn't say who the captive was?" "Don't leave me, Juan!" "Don't leave me!" "I'm willing to release you,... if in return to take me to where the treasure is hidden." "Agreed." "Untie me." "People who do wrong should pay." "Sometimes the only thing that keeps you alive is revenge." "Catalina." "This is what I want to talk to you about." "~ What can I do?" "~ You have to consummate the marriage." "It can't be." "Master, it states clearly here that... your mother lived for many years locked up in this place." "My name is Laura." "Oh, my God, I was with her!" "~ I talked with her, with your mother!" "~ What?" "Your mother's alive!" "Jerusalem, 1661 AD." "He's a Knight Templar!" "He's a Templar!" "It was found in Jerusalem six months ago." "In addition to its exotic significance, should this mean something important to me?" "Four hundred years ago,... the king of France ordered the annihilation all the Templars." "Only three of them managed to escape, taking with them the great secret of the order." "The Holy Grail, sure." "Something which has led to the death of many people but nobody knows where it's hidden." "Those three knights buried it... and they split up forever." "Only someone who can find the three... could find out where they hid the Holy Grail." "I have in my possession the swords of those last three knights." "How did you succeed in getting them?" "Many kingdoms have sought them out." "You must not underestimate the value of perseverance." "On the lands belonging to the convent of..." "Santo Domingo El Real... embraced by Almudaina province... and Arroyo del Arenal... eight virgins guard the sacred chalice." "And this means?" "It means you have to go to these eight churches... and steal their eight virgins." "Finally, after many years..." "I'll find out where they've hidden... the grail of the Last Supper." "They say that whoever drinks from it will attain eternal life." "The only way to eternal life is passing into history, Commissioner." "I will be remembered as the Pope who recovered the Holy Grail." "It's Easter Week, your Eminence." "Really, Commissioner!" "Since when do you pay attention to the cries of mourners?" "If I may be so bold,... we shouldn't steal the Virgins on these particular dates." "People idolize these figures and they'll all be marching on the streets behind them." "I will not allow anything or anybody to get in my way." "And what about the pirate's woman?" "I thought our priority was to ensure... that she'd leave for the Mongol kingdom in perfect condition." "Since when is a Commissioner unable to deal with two chores at the same time?" "I'd rather not have to dress my niece in mourning... because of the ineptitude of her husband." "Your Eminence." "No way." "It's over." "What?" "No, Master, it's not over, nothing's over yet." "We've been months trying to find out who your mother was... yet when we finally learn that she's still alive... you say it's all over?" "Do you know how many women of that age there are in the kingdom?" "Hundreds." "Besides, it's been a full month now since you saw her." "She could be anywhere." "Look, no offense, but your mother is of an age... so that I doubt she's very handy at flying over the rooftops." "She couldn't have gotten very far." "Think positive, damnit!" "At least we know where she isn't, right?" "We know nothing at all." "And we know nothing because none of this makes sense." "I saw her dead." "Murdered." "A child never forgets such a scene." "As time goes on, I keep getting more confused." "Nothing is as it seems, neither my mother nor Agustín..." "Look, I think we're very tired and not thinking clearly." "It's better if we go home." "Master!" "Is that her?" "I'm asking if this is her." "I don't know, Master, no..." "How can you not know?" "Sátur, please, call up your memory." "That memory fights to pop up inside of me, but you know yourself that old people all look the same." "Sátur, please." "Is that her or not?" "No." "Don't be discouraged, Master, we'll find your mother." "Only maybe, then, today wasn't the right day." "That wasn't bad for a novice." "Sorry, my dear, I forgot that you're not so much of a novice." "I know it will be difficult for you to forgive me, but..." "Stick to praying and wait for me every night in my bed." "This way you'll be a great wife." "By your leave." "Serve Irene." "I'll have breakfast with the Marquesa and Nuño." "Sorry, Commissioner, but I think that won't be possible." "The Marquesa has absented herself from the palace for some days." "I hadn't noticed." "Did she say where she was going?" "No, sir." "All I know is what I'm telling you right now." "Have a nice day, my dear." "Miss." "Miss, for God's sake!" "Are you all right?" "I'm fine." "I'm sorry, Commissioner." "The moment I bent over, I had a..." "I don't know...something must have disagreed with me." "So next time, you swallow the vomit." "That is the last time you do it on my bed." "Oh, my God, Catalina!" "Once he knows I've got morning sickness... he's going to realize that I'm pregnant." "Let's give this a second thought, Miss, calm down." "How many times have you had sex with your husband?" "Yesterday and today." "Well, you'll have to wait at least four weeks to give him the news,... then a premature birth will be enough to get though it..." "Oh, Irene!" "Sorry, sorry, but you'll have to suck it up." "You have to hold on, and you'll see how in a while... all this will be over... and you'll have a beautiful baby in your lap." "You'll then see how all the sacrifice has paid off." "You'll see." "Alonso, where are you going so early?" "To the chapel, to see Father Julián." "Cipri." "Is it true that you're going out on your knees in the procession of silence?" "Yeah." "Why?" "I mean to say that..." "I do not know...people do penance, then, to ask forgiveness or to ask for something, but why you?" "I... for... for all the times that I distrusted the Lord." "Sometimes..." "I didn't appreciate how close I'd been to the best gift of my life." "Inés." "Not everyone is lucky enough to find someone that makes them so happy." "Go on." "You've to see Father Julián." "Hi, Father." "Hi, Alonso." "How early you got up!" "Yes, because after the rehearsal yesterday, I forgot to take my drum home." "Have you seen it in the church?" "Well, such a drummer I've hired!" "Go on." "Go to the sacristy, you'll find your drum there." "Go ahead." "Right." "What are you doing?" "Listen, listen!" "Don't take her!" "Let me go!" "Your wait is almost over." "No, no, this is for a friend of Juan's who asked me to make her wedding dress." "Morning, family." "Hi." "Sátur, for God's sake!" "What are you doing dressed like that?" "How am I supposed to dress for the procession?" "It's Easter Week, isn't it?" "Yeah, but I didn't know you were going to march in the procession." "Yes, ma'am, that of silence." "~ If you don't mind, could you roll my cuffs?" "~ Sure." "Sure." "Where did you get that?" "Hope you didn't steal it!" "Give me a break!" "It's from a dead guy." "They gave it to me there, in the charity shop." "Oh!" "Don't you think you should have..." "I don't know...washed it first?" "This man's obsessed about washing everything!" "What do you think you do in a procession?" "Of course, since you've never been to one..." "Where's Alonso?" "Alonso went to the priest." "You don't know how excited he is about the procession tonight." "The son's got more sense than the father!" "Father." "Alonso?" "Alonso!" "~ Alonso!" "~ What happened to you?" "Son, what's up with you?" "Let's get him into bed." "Oh, Juan!" "Lucky I found you." "You have to help me." "~ Do you have any remedy for nausea?" "~ Are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine, it's for... a friend, who's pregnant." "~ Who is she?" "Do you want me to visit her?" "~ NO!" "Come on, no, I mean it's not worth it... because she has the same nausea as in morning sickness." "Look." "Ginger." "Put a little in tea before each meal." "Agreed?" "~ And this is mighty good, right?" "~ Yeah, sure." "Thanks very much, Juan, she'll do just what you said." "~ Thanks, Juan." "~ See you later." "Bye." "Good!" "Oh, for God's sake, such a mess he leaves!" "These are... these are from there, and this..." "Juan!" "Where's Juan?" "He's not here, he just left." "Well, when he comes back, tell him to come to our place." "What's up with you?" "I put Margarita's ring on and now it won't even slide either way on my finger." "~ Sátur." "~ Come on, give." "Is that necessary?" "By the Holy Virgin!" "~ I swallowed the ring." "~ Don't tell me you swallowed..." "Margarita's engagement ring because I'll go crazy!" "Sátur!" "Don't get too upset --- it's me who swallowed it, not you." "It was you who swallowed it, I know that!" "Swallowing it is not losing it, it can be undone." "All right, agreed, but rescue it at once whenever you shit it out." "Do what you have to do but bring it back soon, before anyone finds out." "~ Tell Juan that..." "~ Yeah, I'll tell him, all right." "Now get to it!" "Go, go on!" "Such an awkward guy!" "Sir." "We have all the Virgins." "I'm aware of that, and also of the fact that you didn't obey my orders." "I said I wanted a clean job." "Excuse me, sir... but the priest cried out, and... he left us no option." "Careful." "These are presents for the Mongol king." "I'm sorry, Commissioner." "You'll pay with your life if the merchandise does not arrive in perfect condition." "Especially this trunk." "Hurry up." "Get everything gathered up." "Pack things up straight away." "Why haven't you sedated her?" "She'll get tired enough of screaming." "We've got a long trip ahead of us." "Don't dawdle." "You have to arrive at the palace of Latoya before noontime." "The Mongolian Ambassador's men will take her and fix her up so that she lives up to expectations." "Get moving." "Let's see." "Take this, Alonso." "Here, my love, drink this." "Son, I understand that you're scared, but..." "I won't let anything happen to you." "Nobody's going to hurt you." "And those men are going to pay for what they've done to Father Julián." "That I promise." "If you feel like crying, then cry away." "The fear must be let out." "Or else you'll get a sore there, a pretty bloody one." "Besides, you'll see they'll catch the culprits right smartly." "It's my fault." "What?" "Because I could have prevented it." "How could you have done that?" "Because if I'd leapt to his defense, he wouldn't have died, Father." "Do you know what you're saying, boy?" "If you'd done that, well, instead of one corpse, we'd have two." "Sátur's right." "In these situations it's better to be prudent." "If everyone felt that way, no one would ever save anyone." "And the world would have no heroes." "Son, there are very few heroes." "Yeah, but I thought I might be one." "I thought I would win battles, I would sail the seas,... and one day I'd be like the Red Eagle." "But no way." "I can see I'll grow up a coward just like you." "Coward, he said?" "Coward, you say?" "~ Well, you should know that your father is..." "~ Sátur." "Let me continue." "A good man." "Gonzalo!" "Gonzalo!" "Gonzalo, they've stolen the Virgins from the churches." "People have started to hide their icons out of fear." "They say the processions for today will be canceled." "Miss." "Come on." "Get up!" "If your husband sees that you're not making a saint out of yourself by going to Mass anymore,... he'll know that something's wrong with you." "~ Come on." "~ I feel like throwing up, Catalina." "That remedy you gave me..." "That's going to start working right away." "You'll see how you shuck your nausea." "Very well." "Catalina, do you think that I have a bulging belly?" "Of course not!" "It looks like it always does." "Such a miracle is young flesh!" "You'll see how much that story changes when you're pregnant with your second son." "Me, with Murillo, I never regained my figure after the birth." "~ Because when I was pregnant of my first child, I stayed really pretty, like you, a bit stretched..." "~ Morning..." "Again, Miss?" "You're sweating!" "I'm a little warm, sure..." "But she's burning up, Catalina!" "I feel awful, Catalina, the remedy you gave me makes me sick." "~ How can it make you sick?" "~ What remedy?" "A remedy for nausea, which Juan gave me." "What did you give her?" "Oh, my God!" "~ You say you gave her this stuff?" "~ Ginger." "This isn't ginger, Catalina." "~ How couldn't it be?" "~ It's dry oleander." "By the Holy Mother!" "Dry oleander." "In the lands belonging to the convent Santo Domingo El Real... embraced by Almudaina province... and the Arroyo del Arenal... eight virgins guard the Holy Grail." "It wasn't easy to get them." "I hope you'll pay me back, your Eminence." "I'll pay you back when I have in my possession the Holy Grail." "I thought all you needed was the eight virgins." "It's noticeable that thinking is not your big strength, Commissioner." "The custodians of the Grail would never make things so easy." "Have you examined them thoroughly?" "No." "I simply asked them for a miracle." "Of course I have thoroughly examined them!" "Maybe you got the message wrong." "I never get things wrong, Commissioner." "I can't lose any more time." "Cardinal Julio Rospigliosi is already postulating himself... as the favorite to succeed as Pope." "And the Grail is my only asset available!" ""Sanguine."" "You know that Latin is not very useful in my profession." ""Sanguine" means blood." "It looks like there's still hope." "Blessed be the Mother of the Lord!" "This is the gift we were waiting for?" "You'll pay for this." "I'm not who you think." "I'm the Marquesa de Santillana." "When do you leave for Mongolia?" "You're not taking me to Mongolia!" "We leave this afternoon." "What are you saying?" "Speak Spanish!" "Wait!" "Wait, don't leave me here!" "I'm a friend of the king!" "How are you, Master?" "Fine." "Anyone would say that." "You've made that thing into such shape that it looks like it was invaded by woodworm." "I know it's not a tasteful dish, then, to hear what Alonso had to say." "Even I had to knot my tongue to stay mum." "It's me who has decided that he should see me this way." "And when are you planning to tell him the truth about what you are?" "Never." "Never?" "Hmm, tell him when he turns 18." "You can't let Alonso think you're a loser all of his lifetime." "Because of what he's seen, it's tough on the kid, sure... but he'll recover soon, you'll see." "Alonso has always wanted to become a hero." "I hope this doesn't destroy his dream." "Don't worry, it won't." "You don't know it, but that is an eagle chick." "He'll soon be joining the fray." "What are you drawing, Master?" "Those are the churches where they robbed the Virgins." "Me, I'm completely mystified." "Who'd want to grab those Virgins?" "It would be so much easier to grab up maravedíes from the charity moneybox!" "Cleaner, with less risk." "They weren't stolen for their intrinsic value." "We have to find out what's special about these images." "I know you tend more toward atheism,... but when you're starving, all we have left is faith." "Those bastards have left us without Holy Thursday, without Good Friday,... and even without Resurrection Sunday." "We have to go to these churches." "There must be something that'll lead to these Virgins." "Excuse me." "I'm very sorry, Master, but you'll have to do without my services." "What's up with you?" "Don't ask me how or why, but..." "I swallowed the engagement ring for Margarita and Juan... and I think the time has come to recover it." "It's a long story." "I'll tell you later." "You go on to the churches that the town needs you to." "Catalina?" "Yes, Miss, it's me." "Don't worry, you're going to be fine." "How is she?" "Hotter every time I touch her." "It's been hours and she hardly recognizes me." "Maybe a bloodletting would reduce her fever." "But you should have a doctor to do that." "Yeah, but what doctor?" "Juan's not around." "And if you call in any other one, he'll know she's pregnant and he'll tell the Commissioner." "I once saw Juan do something to a patient." "What?" "No." ""No" what?" "It would be dangerous for the baby." "Dangerous?" "More dangerous is if we let her fever keep rising." "Go on." "It's ready." "Come on, let's go." "That's it, little by little." "First one foot." "Raise one foot and then the other." "Oh my God!" "Yeah, like that, woman." "Margarita." "~ Relax." "~ Come on." "Slowly." "Easy." "It's very cold." "I know, Miss, but you have to endure it." "This will help a lot." "~ Easy." "~ Very good, you're doing very well." "Sit down." "Go on, go on..." "Sit down, sit down." "Very good, very good." "No, please." "No, no!" "I wish I could shit out jewelry every time." "That, and also that you could keep them to yourself." "Here's the damned thing." "Let's see if their names are readable." "Here's a little a bit of..." "Here, yes." "Juan and..." "Eu --- gen --- ia." "Juan and Eugenia!" "Oh, God!" "Juan and Eugenia." "You've given me fleas." "Do you want money?" "Do you want money?" "I'll give you all you want if you let me go." "Huh?" "Money!" "You don't get it!" "This is what you understand, right?" "Don't get near me." "Don't get near me." "I won't kill you because you're a gift for my king." "With this you'll be much calmer... for the rest of the trip." "I don't understand!" "All the Virgins had a message inside except the one from San Nicolas." "My men were restricted to bringing the icons, exactly as you ordered." "Without the eighth message we'll never know where the Holy Grail lies." "Come in." "The parish priest of San Nicolas, your Eminence." "We have received news... of the terrible incident that occurred last night in your parish." "Your Eminence, I don't know anything about it." "Had anyone touched the Virgin before then?" "~ Nobody, sir." "~ Nobody?" "Are you sure?" "Trust me on this." "I've been in charge of cleaning it for 60 years now... and before me it was my father, and before him, my grandfather." "Nobody else's ever touched that Virgin." "You're lying." "I assure you that my family has always... taken good care of that Virgin,... since it did break once and we wouldn't have liked that to happen again." "It broke?" "An arm got broken so the parishioners went to the expense of making a new one." "An exact reproduction." "And what did they do with the original?" "Where is it now?" "Some shepherds found it years later in the bushes and they built a chapel around it." "It's the hermitage of Santa Clara." "That's fine, Father." "You can go now." "Go on, go." "Go to the chapel and fetch the Virgin." "People have hidden all their Virgins for fear that they'll be stolen." "You could find the culprit of the theft... and everything will be back to normal." "You have a candidate?" "He just walked out the door." "Your Eminence." "We'll travel along the Silk Road." "We should arrive in Mongolia before the New Year." "~ Good evening, Doctor." "~ Good evening." "Sátur." "I've been in those eight churches,... and the only thing I learned is that all the Virgins predated the fifteenth century." "Well, yes, Master, I really have to tell you something." "~ What's up?" "~ I don't quite know what to say." "What's up with your boy working as a baker?" "But can I learn what you're doing?" "I'm working." "Working how?" "Well, I decided to leave school and get to work as a baker." "He left school and still he stays so uncaringly proud of himself!" "This is about this morning, right?" "Look son, it's normal to be afraid after seeing how they killed that man, it can happen to anyone." "What do you know?" "Alonso, this is your father." "Listen, I will not repeat this again." "You're NOT going to work as a baker." "Father, I'm not asking you." "Hey, these loaves!" "Here we pay for labor, not for talking." "If you don't mind, just a minute, there's some talking between father and son." "Father, I have work." "Will you let me go or not?" "All right." "I never thought you'd quit quite so easily." "What are you doing?" "Let's go,... this can't be left unattended to." "You're going to allow him?" "With children, you don't get very far by banning them." "No, you're very right." "Well, me, since I was raised on the principal of stick application..." "What was it you wanted to tell me?" "Now, given the difficult situation you're in, I don't think it's the best of times to talk." "Because if that was a big mess... this new situation..." "I don't understand why you need so much ice." "Well, the nobles, their new fashion is to eat ice cream." "For breakfast, for lunch, for dinner." "Come on, it's a non-stop project lasting all day, making sherbets." "It's the newest thing in Italian courts..." "Catalina, I..." "I know it's not the proper hour of the day, but..." "I was asking myself... well, whether..." "I know an inn on the way." "It's very discreet." "Cipri, we can't." "The ice is needed, man." "It's just that I miss you so much!" "Look, I miss you, too." "What did you think, that I don't miss sleeping hugging you every night?" "But I'm still married to Floro." "And what we're doing is a crime punishable by law." "I guess this is the life that awaits us, right?" "We should head off far from here... to begin a new life." "You, me, and the boy." "Yeah, sure, and what do we do to live?" "Here you've got your inn and I, my work in the palace,... and while it may not be much, it's more than most people have." "Here I'll never have what matters most to me,... you." "What's that thing doing there in the middle of nowhere?" "Whoa!" "Do you need help?" "~ Are you going to step down?" "~ I'll see what's what." "Are you all right?" "He's dead!" "Let's go, let's go!" "Let's go!" "~ Wait." "~ What are you doing?" "Wait." "Cipri, by God, let's get away from here!" "Cipri, put that down, let's go!" "Cipri, for God's sake!" "Cipri, for God's sake, leave it." "Catalina, look!" "~ It's full of them." "~ I don't care, leave it, please." "What?" "No, no, no way." "For once in my life I have some luck, for just one fucking time I've been lucky..." "No." "I will not leave this here." "Cipri, I will not rob the dead." "Let's go." "Mount up, let's move!" "Don't you get it, Catalina?" "It's our big chance." "Catalina,... for forty years I have been miserable with a horrible life." "But I swear it'll have been worth it if I can spend the rest of it at your side!" "And that is only possible by taking one of those." "So --- will you help me?" "Or am I on my own?" "~ This one." "~ What do I do?" "~ I know it's hard to understand." "~ I think that's clear enough." "I made a mistake that'll ruin what remains of my life." "You've pursued your mistake too far." "Anything I could do would cost me Margarita." "But I love her." "When were you going to put a stop to this, Juan?" "What were you going to do, marry both of them?" "I didn't want to lose her." "Well, you've chosen a very peculiar way of going about it." "You may be a lord and a big shot in Spain... but you're the most miserable and wretched man I've seen in my whole life... or for a long time, anyway." "I know, Sátur,... but I couldn't come up with anything better." "It's over." "I'll tell her all about it." "Gonzalo, I beg you,... leave it to me to explain things, please." "If you don't soon, I'll do it for you." "Let's go, Miss Irene." "Fine, one last effort, come on." "Go on." "That's it, little by little." "Let's see, Miss Irene,... this thing is ready." "You have to get back in the tub... to see if we can lower the fever." "That's it, lean over, lean over." "By Holy Mary, I don't know how I could have grabbed the wrong jar!" "My God, if something happens to this child..." "I'll regret it for the rest of my life." "You meant to help me, Catalina." "Irene?" "Irene!" "Are you in there?" "One moment." "He'll realize you have a fever, he'll begin to ask questions, he'll call a doctor or something." "Open the door." "Come in, Commissioner!" "You're not going to the processions, dear?" "No." "I thought they'd been suspended due to the thefts." "We've found the perp." "How good that you've already caught him!" "That's what authority's for, dear,... to squelch all kinds of criminals." "You're very red." "Your water must be too hot." "You're bleeding, Commissioner." "Do you want us patch you up?" "Commissioner,... they're looking for you at the door." "Sir." "Tell the crier." "Make it known to the people we have caught the thief of the Virgins." "Right away, sir, but first you should know something." "They found the men of the Mongolian ambassador." "They're all dead." "And the trunks?" "They found all but one." "Which one's missing?" "The most important one." "Apart from the fact that it was stolen,... we found cart traces that lead from there back into town." "Check out all the houses in town until we find the culprit." "That trunk has to show up." "Yes, sir." "You've let him off easy this time, you know?" "You've let him off easy, if it was me I'd rip his head off!" "Sátur." "Surely this is a big steaming pile!" "Now I'll warn you about one thing:..." "I won't stand by watching the lady, knowing what I know, and say nothing." "Look, you just have to put up with it." "Put up with it?" "Put up with it, why?" "Because it's Juan who has to tell her!" "Yeah, right." "So when the lady shows up trying on her veil, we'll stay mum!" "As mum as dogs!" "Sátur, come on, do you really think I wouldn't like to be able to tell Margarita what's about to come over her?" "Master, we've got the house in an uproar." "I remind you that the boy is making bread." "I know." "You're right." "Maybe it's better for his future." "That instead of risking his life who knows where... you will always have him by your side." "And watch, you'll never lack for a bread." "Sátur, it doesn't matter to me if he wants to be a baker,... if I felt it made him happy." "But I know it won't." "Let's go." "Get things ready." "Things?" "Excuse me, but what things are those?" "Because I don't know whether you're talking about the horses, the costumes, or lunch." "We've got so many irons in the fire just now." "Not to mention the mystery of the Virgin, or looking for your mother." "Given the mess at home, we won't even mention that, right?" "The processions are restored for this afternoon." "Notice is hereby given to the people... that the Virgins have been recovered." "The thief has forfeited his life." "Sátur, find out where they found the thief." "We have to go there." "Go?" "Go, what for?" ""CLOSED FOR HOLY WEEK"" "Cipri." "Sevilla --- how does that sound?" "They say it is beautiful as you." "Not only that, it's by the sea." "Can you imagine seeing the sea together for the first time?" "Cipri, forget it." "Not Sevilla, not the sea, not nowhere." "The Commissioner has given the order to ransack the town in search of that trunk." "We need it out of here before this place is filled with guards." "Come on, help me." "No way." "How can we afford to get rid of it?" "It's our only opportunity." "Cipri, forget that all this has happened." "Let's go." "How about we take two or five things, just to start with?" "We don't know what's in the trunk,... but it's clear the Commissioner certainly does." "And if we take anything we'll never be able to use it in our lifetimes." "Come on, Cipri, for God's sake!" "I know that a life together here... is impossible,... but at least we'll still be alive, Cipri." "Come on." "Come on, help me." "Grab here." "Cipri, for God's sake!" "What haven't you heard?" "Let's get this out of here!" "Go on, move." "Where to?" "We'll head that way." "Are you selling bread now?" "That sewer of a school of your father's makes no money, so he's put you to work, right?" "~ I'm working because I want to." "~ As a baker?" "Yes, as a baker." "You got a problem with that?" "No, no, no, nothing." "I thought you wanted to be a soldier." "Although, right, you never had the balls for that." "To be a great warrior you must come from a great lineage,... and you're just the kid of a teacher." "What are you doing?" "Drop it!" "You don't even know how to bake good bread." "Where did you get that horse?" "It's mine, sir." "Do you like it?" "This horse is my mother's, the Marquesa de Santillana." "What have you done with her?" "Holy Christ!" "I'll also point out that he could have killed himself before that... and saved us from the mess he handed us." "He didn't kill himself." "Again with your old song-and-dance!" "Even when it's obvious, you don't think it's for real?" "Do you see any support point?" "Some chair?" "He couldn't have just gotten up there by himself." "By the mother who bore me, a chair, of course!" "And I was burning my mind wondering how that priest managed to break the Virgins." "Master, the more I know you... the more I admire how that mind of yours flows." "All this is a hoax." "Someone wants to placate the people... but what I don't know yet is why." "If you'd kindly explain just what they're looking for... because --- not that it matters, but --- so I'm not always so far behind on the trail, you know?" "Look." "It's a tau cross,... or "tet" in Hebrew,... and it signifies "9",... and that's the number of knights who founded the Knights Templar." "Sátur, I know what they're looking for: the Holy Grail!" "The chalice of the Last Supper." "The chalice our Lord Jesus Christ drank from?" "What a lovely mission!" "At least we finally know why those eight churches were looted." "So the chalice was inside those virgins?" "I don't know." "But if it wasn't hidden in one of them, what IS clear is that these Virgins hold the key to finding it." "Sátur, hang on." "This icon is crafted differently from all other Virgins." "It's the only one without a crown." "This face, it rings a bell for me." "It's exactly like the Virgin the nuns of the orphanage took us to see, there in the chapel of Santa Clara." "Hey, I've said some Hail Marys at that one!" "Sátur." "Where's that chapel?" "Well, over here, by that hill, outside of that Greek letter tau of yours." "Come on, they'll probably be after that Virgin right now." "~ Let's go." "~ Wait, wait." "Wait, Master." "They've taken the Virgin to the procession today." "In fact, at this very moment it must be leaving the church." "Those people are at risk." "I don't know whether you're aware that the procession passes through our street." "How much I want to lose sight of that damned box!" "~ What could be inside?" "~ I don't care what it holds." "What I want is to finish quickly and go home with my son." "This box must hold something very valuable." "The Commissioner wouldn't put in so much trouble just for any old trinkets." "Fine, you hurry up with the shovel... and then we'll leave here as soon as possible, before anyone can come by and see us." "Quiet, woman, no one comes here except for the Peregrination of San Jorge." "That's in the summer." "We'll come back here for that." "Are you insane?" "Yes!" "We'll wait for the heat to die down." "We leave it buried for a month, for a year, if necessary, and then come to check it out." "Are you demented?" "It's you who've made me crazy." "Within a year nobody will remember this trunk." "And we can begin the life we want in Sevilla." "Again with Sevilla!" "Do you have something going on in Seville, or what?" "I'm going out on my knees in the silent procession to pray that everything comes out all right for us." "You, on your knees?" "I didn't know you were so devoted." "The Lord has to favor us." "We deserve a future together." "Hurry up, because if someone sees us... that would end our future." "Be careful." "Hi." "And what are you doing in the procession?" "You're very cute." "Thanks." "No, I can't stay, but I need to talk to you later." "~ About the wedding?" "~ Huh?" "Yes." "Listen!" "How excited my Murillo is!" "I've had to give him two limes." "Good." "Are we talking then?" "You won't stay with us in the procession?" "No, I can't." "I have to attend a patient." "By the Holy Virgin!" "Don't you ever get a day off?" "Right, what do illnesses know about holidays?" "Well, go with God." "And you, what are you going to ask God?" "You should instead kneel down to thank him for that great man of a husband you'll have!" "You got that right." "Hey, how was Miss Irene when you left?" "Well, she was much better." "May I make it clear by telling you that I had to convince her because she said she was to attend the procession..." "Oh, Holy Virgin, how daring!" "~ Hey, what's that cry?" "~ It's here, it's here, they're here!" "~ What's Alonso's position in the procession?" "~ I don't know." "Oh, look, there he is!" "As soon as this farce is finished, I want that Virgin." "You'll get it, Your Eminence." "My men are among the Nazarenes." "Look at Murillo!" "Irene, where's the Commissioner?" "What's going on, Nuño?" "I've looked everywhere, even in the dungeon, but he's nowhere to be found." "~ Why are you looking for him?" "~ It's my mother." "Something has to have happened to her." "I saw a man who had her horse." "He's the killer of Father Julián!" "And he stole the Virgin!" "You're not grabbing this Virgin, killer!" "Hey, but who are you?" "Alonso!" "Who are you working for?" "The Virgin, they've taken the Virgin!" "Thanks." "I've already put him to bed." "He was very upset over everything that happened at the procession." "I'm not surprised." "It was the biggest ruckus at a silent procession that this town's ever seen!" "Are you going to stay for dinner?" "No." "Juan wants to see me,... so I'll just fix myself a little bite." "Maybe he'll bring the wedding rings." "With God." "See you later." "Fine." "Finally it seems that he's going to say it." "The poor woman, she doesn't know what she's getting into." "She goes like beef to the slaughter." "Father, I can't sleep." "I'm going to read for a while, all right?" "But you ought to rest, don't you think?" "Working at the bakery means having to get up very early." "Or maybe not?" "Well..." "I've left." "Why the change of heart?" "Well, because you weren't in the procession and didn't see it, but..." "I caught the killer." "What do you mean, you caught the killer?" "Well, not me, the Red Eagle, but thanks to me." "The Red Eagle?" "So you're not like me." "I mean, to be like you isn't bad." "Of course not." "You're a quiet man, you always know what you'll be doing the next day." "And that's a good thing, Father." "Go ahead, grab a book." "But don't stay up too late." "All right." "And this book?" "Is it yours?" "No." "I started reading it." "It's a bore." "It's about a woman who's recounting her troubles." "My name is Laura." "Cover yourself up." "And don't breathe the fumes." "Come on, outside, come on, everybody out!" "That book's mine." "Give it to me." "How could it be yours if it's about women?" "So what?" "It's to get to know them deeply, and... well...and...to get to understand them." "It won't mean anything to you." "Come on, into bed." "~ Good night." "Until morning." "~ Tomorrow, good night." "Master, this book... was your mother's." "How could it be...my mother's?" "Where did you find it, Sátur, and when?" "Well...when we almost got burned." "She dropped it and I took it." "Then it slipped my mind." ""Today I begin my new life here."" "Sátur, this is my mother's diary." ""I've got the plague." ""They're throwing me out of here." ""At least I'll die free."" "She doesn't say anything about you and your brother and sister?" ""That man was about to kill us." ""But just when he was about to cut me in half with his weapon, Agustín ended his life." ""Agustín covered me with the man's blood and ordered me not to ask questions..." ""that I should pretend to be dead if I wanted to save my children."" "I regret not having arrived in time to save your mother." "Hernán, hide your brother, quickly." "Nobody can know you're still alive." "Au revoir, Madame." "I couldn't have done better myself." "Well, yes, I would never let a woman kill my partner." "She fought to the end." "And the kids?" "They're upstairs, dead." "You want to see them?" "No." "Today I'm having dinner with the king." "~ I don't want to do anything upsetting." "~ What about the baby?" "The nuns took her to their orphanage." "She'll never know who she is." "Bury her in the convent of the Carmelites." "Her husband will love having a place to pray for her." "Does he want you to bury me?" "What are we going to do?" "It won't be hard to find a body for your grave." "But you have to disappear, and quickly." "No one can know you're still alive." "I must get my baby back." "There's no time." "She's better off in the orphanage." ""Agustín promised me he'd take care of the three children, but to do that..." ""I'd have to be dead forever to other eyes."" "But then your mother faked her own death?" "I just don't get it." "Then Agustín was a good guy." "So it seems." "What Agustín wanted was to protect the three of us." "But protect you from whom?" "And that man, who was that man who wanted you dead?" "I don't know, Sátur." "I don't know." "Furthermore,... your mother could well have told us a bit more about it." "So we might have finally found out who your father is." "Father." "I got your note." "What's up?" "Why do you want to see me?" "Father,..." "I can't get married." "Why can't you get married?" "I got engaged with Eugenia in order that her honor wasn't lost by my fault." "It was a mistake." "Maybe I let things go too far." "You have to marry her,... there's no other way out." "I can't." "~ I don't love her." "~ You don't love her." "Who cares about that?" "I do, Father." "I do." "If I marry Eugenia, I will destroy her life." "I love another woman." "Another woman?" "Are you still mooning over that commoner?" "I know I haven't acted decently but I didn't know what else to do." "Do you know what this will mean for us?" "We are nobles of Spain, and cousins to the king." "I'm sorry, Father." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" "Always the same old story!" "You will forever tarnish our name,... you're going to get us...!" "Father, Father, Father...!" "Breathe, Father." "Easy, easy." "Father, speak to me, Father!" "Father!" "Breathe, Father." "Breathe, Father!" "Please, breathe." "Juan, what's happening?" "What's happening, Juan?" "Father, Father!" "Breathe, Father!" "Father!" "Father, breathe, Father!" "Mariana!" "Help me!" "They've cleared out the nursery, Master, they haven't left a single kid behind." "We'll find them." "That horse belongs to the Marquesa de Santillana." "Who sold it to you?" "A woman with long dark hair." "Mariana." "Cardinal Mendoza is going to look for me... and if he finds me, he'll kill me." "Sir, if the pirate bitch escaped, who was in the trunk?" "No!" "Gonzalo!" "San Jorge is the patron saint of all of you, you men of arms." "The Holy Grail is hidden in the caves beneath that meadow." "I told you the whole truth, that's why he died." "I've brought this disgrace over me all by myself." "Last night you were in bed with that woman." "Were you thinking of Mother even then?" "I'd rather that you don't come to the funeral." "You've found your father." "The orphans, what are you doing with them?" "Where are they?" "Under ground." "I don't know where." "My God, my God!"