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in La Boca, for years.

One time, we went to La Boca

with Cata to buy some booze...

and a punk wanted to touch her hair.

He had never seen a redhead.

How creepy.

That's just wrong.

The punk was so drunk,

he wanted to touch me.

This jerk says, For 15,000 pesos,

you can touch her tit.

But for 30,000, you can f*** her.

That's what he said.

- That's messed up!

- I swear to God.

I just stared at him, like,

Stop it, Gonzalo. What's wrong with you?"

And the dude shows up

with around 25,000 pesos.

So I look at him and say-

Sh*t, you're 5,000 pesos short.

Want me to lend it to you?

- How about that?

- You never told me this.

I offered him the money.

No, and the punks were furious.

And this idiot couldn't do anything but-

I threw a couple of good punches...

two rights to the face,

and it was all over.

What's up with that?

I can't believe you never told me!

Relax.

Hello.

Two. One.

Run!

- He's off.

- Come on.

- Where are you going, Brother?

- Home.

The brothers and I

wanted to help you.

All right.

How many priests live in that house?

Are all of you homosexuals?

Look.

God also created homosexuals.

He created them.

He's proud of them.

Proud of who they are.

I am celibate, for example.

I'm celibate.

Of my own free will,

I decided not to have a wife, children.

So you're celibate

because you haven't been with a woman...

but you have been with men?

Have they penetrated you anally?

Have you sucked a penis, foreskin?

Are you homosexual?

Homosexuality has broadened

my concept of sexuality.

Between a man and a woman,

it's just a matter of procreation.

Whereas, between homosexuals,

it's something much deeper.

The priest used to tell me that if I wanted

to be a virgin when I got married...

I should just have anal sex.

He would penetrate me anally...

so I could be a virgin

when I got married.

Well, you are a son of God as well.

Your homosexuality humanizes me.

You gotta be kidding me.

Don't call me a homosexual.

Don't go around saying that.

Otherwise, I could be a victim

of discrimination.

Just feel like the son of God you are,

who's on his own path to holiness.

I feel as if you were counseling me.

Like a confession.

- Why don't you hear my confession?

- I can't.

Why not?

Because I wouldn't be able

to keep your secret.

How long are you going to be here?

A long time.

Excuse me.

Hey, I'll come visit you.

Who knows? Maybe we'll both

stop being celibate, chaste.

Come on, Father. Let's make love.

What's the big deal?

Invite me over. Look, if you do,

I can f*** all the priests if you like!

I can f*** them one by one!

It would be beautiful.

We would all reach holiness!

Penetration!

Do you think anyone

will come looking for me?

No one will.

I need to screw them all.

I need to screw them

the same way they screwed me.

I'd chop their heads off, their arms.

I'd make a terrible soup,

a terrible broth.

I'd make myself a priest stew.

I'd like to...

kiss you to death

and bring you back to life with my cock.

What's going on?

- Come on.

- You like that? Do you?

Keep going.

Keep going.

Leave.

- Harder.

- Leave.

- Harder.

- Leave, motherf***er!

Go on. F*** off.

Leave! Leave!

I know you have to go back to Santiago

with a priest in chains...

so nobody asks about

those bad priests" anymore.

If you don't confess,

I'll take the dog away.

Why is ii when anybody

wants to punish me...

they threaten to take the dog away?

I haven't threatened you with that.

But you thought about it,

because you want to break me.

The dog wags his tail when he sees me.

He walks with me.

Sometimes he looks at me.

I imagine you're aware

that the dog is not a person.

Of course.

But when I spend a lot of time with him,

I feel like he becomes more human.

I feel he wants to humiliate me...

and wants to know

exactly what I'm thinking.

You humanize the dog.

And the dog-

What about the dog?

The dog animalizes you.

Now you will have to leave this house

and face justice.

But I won't leave you alone.

I will accompany you.

Thank you very much.

When I came outside,

he was face down.

Was there blood?

Yes, there was blood on the ground.

- Was there a gun?

- Yes.

Why does a priest

that had been accused...

end up shooting himself in the head?

Where did that gun come from?

It's unbelievable.

It doesn't seem unbelievable to me.

We were drinking tea,

watching a reality show...

when he got upset, got up-

Where did the Father come from?

I don't know.

He said he was from Chillan.

A Chillanejo?

- Chillanense.

- Whatever.

Where did he get it?

You can buy them.

I would guess.

Where do you buy them?

I don't know, Father.

In the cities.

Haven't you been in any city?

Or in a pool hall, a strip club.

You think Father Matias

went to a strip club?

I don't know.

Who hasn't been to a strip club, Father?

But not to buy a gun.

If you think they're trying to kill you-

I have a confession to make.

There are strange noises here.

And we have to sleep

with our eyes open like demons.

Yes, I got their confessions.

- What did they tell you?

- Well, everything.

Now we just need your version

to finish up...

and close this house permanently.

I got here about four centuries ago.

Back then, they said that

the devil had created our kind.

Now they say God created us

'10 love our fellow man...

because it's dirty.

We love those who have dirty sex,

those who laugh at themselves...

or humiliate themselves,

those who smoke in the bathroom...

those who have to endure

idiotic questions from people like you...

who think they know more than we do

because they sleep with women.

But make no mistake,

I know more than you.

I know something you don't.

I know more than you, I do.

Because in that abject and deep sex...

I've seen the most loving light

of our Lord.

Do you know what I think

happened to Father Matias?

He got here...

to this shitty house...

that smells like sh*t...

and saw these f***ing geezers.

Silva's face. Vidal's face.

He saw me too.

All [his sh*t.

He thought, I'll have to spend

the rest of my days in this sh*t!

And he shot himself.

You are in a privileged place.

God is here, Father.

Look around you. Nature, the sea.

God is not here, Father.

This is a jail.

With f***ing criminals!

How many shots did you hear?

One shot.

The new priest killed himself

because another man came looking for him.

Excuse me?

My son, everything around you

is the work of God."

And I would tell the priest-

I'm your child. Your child.

Priest, I'm your child.

And then, with the foreskin...

he would eat the glans...

and-

Hey, hey! Come on!

How long will you make me stay here?

I also have a right to holiness, don't I?

I came following

Father Matias Lozcano.

First I went to Chillan.

Then I had to follow him to Santiago,

and now I've come here...

because my spiritual education

has not yet concluded.

And like the Lamb of God...

you only shut the door in my face.

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