Brothers and Sisters!
The times we're going through,
are challenging us.
They let us doubt our faith.
And they question our trust in God.
Where is our Lord?
Is he protecting us?
Does he see what's happening?
Even I wondered:
"What kind of a God is he for putting us on a test like this?"
But then I thought about it
and I realized that the answer lies
within the question itself.
The God I believe in,
the God as I know him,
wouldn't allow anything like this to happen.
This is not our God!
This thing,
this evil that happened to us
want's us to turn our back on him.
We shall not lose our faith.
It's nourished by your doubts.
Don't allow this to happen.
Don't stir up these doubts.
Don't fade into perdition.
We resist evil by taking up the fight.
We fight it by surviving.
What is it?
What is happening here?
What does that mean?
They are sick!
What is happening here?
They bleed!
Oh my God!
- Drop it! - Easy.
Which side are you on?
Slow down!
We just want to negotiate.
- Please, don't. - I'm sorry.
- Please, not in the head. - I have no choice.
Please, don't!
Give that to my mother! I beg you.
My mother...
Welcome.
Hello. Juan! Come and welcome our guests.
Why?
You don't need them here.
Weapons are always useful.
Then you can keep them.
Thank you.
But leave them outside.
Rules of the house.
Thanks.
How is he?
He's really calm.
- Thanks, Jorge. - You're welcome.
- Hello. - Hello, young man.
I am Nick.
A beautiful name for a beautiful boy.
Do you pray?
No.
- May I? - Of course.
My condolences.
Why?
He wasn't shot in the head.
Was he?
No.
Than there's no need for condolences.
I'm not hungry.
Yes.
What the hell...
The man who lives here is sick. Like you were.
The grown-ups act weird...
I keep distance and stay alone.
I was practicing some tricks with my ball.
I'm getting better and better.
Today I juggled the ball 45 times.
To bad that there's nobody who's playing with me.
Whom are you talking to?
You can tell me.
With my mom.
Is she in there?
Yes.
Will you introduce me to her?
You can look through the grids.
I just come from the basement.
Are you responsible for this?
They're part of the family.
They are children,
husbands, wives, fathers and mothers
of people who have worked here over the years.
I'd rather die
than leaving 'em here unprotected.
They weren't safe outside.
They were hunted.
As if they were monsters.
The parishioners?
You poisoned them.
You killed them all.
No.
You killed them.
You brought death in this house and endanger all of us.
Why are you so afraid of dying?
Why are you such a tortured soul?
Make peace with your dead, old man.
What are you afraid of?
Now sleep, my dear.