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Cotard syndrome:

psychiatric disorder in which a person holds

a delusional belief that he or she is dead, is

putrefying or has lost their blood or internal

organs. It can include delusions of immortality.

Have you much left?

- No, I'm nearly done

But, can you tell me why the monks

painted boats there?

- Because they travelled by boat, Sofia.

- And the nuns came with them?

- What a thought!

The norms were very clear then:

it was forbidden

for any woman to set foot on the

sacred grounds of the monastery

'Santa Catalina Monastery

Opening times:
9am to 5pm'

Mom!

Title:
'The National Hymn'

Let's see.

With a 'T', not an 'S'...

That's it.

Below, capital letter:

'Near the...'

...end of the 19th Century,

What beautiful eyes you have Gabriel.

You know, those with light eyes...

have...

...a cleaner soul.

A purer soul, deeper than others.

Your Dad likes light-coloured eyes.

'Nineteenth', coma...

'...the times that...'

'...went past...'

Luckily you were born a boy.

- Why?

You'll learn with time.

Desires...

sins of the flesh.

With you...

...I'll be safe.

Gabriel, help me please.

I need your help.

You want to kill me?

- Why?

The water!

Hello.

- Gregorio, I can't fend them off any longer.

The Secretary-General of

the Order got involved.

They're questionning how

you got the ownership titles.

- They have no support from anyone.

- You know the Government changed.

- And?...

The Governor came to see me.

- What?!

- Yes, and flanked by a lawyer.

Julio, what's this can got in it?

- Poison.

- It kills off trees?

- Luis you have to help me.

I can't cope, not with everything

else I deal with here...

But how dare they throw me out

after all I did for this place?!

Gotto leave you...

- Wait, wait. There's something else.

Eva just left my office.

- Who?

- Eva just left my office.

And pregnant again.

- I'll call you later.

Gabriel.

Gabriel.

You know, in this monastery,

lived a Viceroy

Who married a woman who

couldn't have children.

So he decided to convert the

monastery into a palace

where could raise an heir with

another woman, away from sight.

Of course, the monks resisted.

So he decided to destroy their orchard,

and poison all their plants.

He left them without any ressources.

Time passed and still the monks remained.

And his lover was about to give birth.

So he cut off their water supply as well.

The monks waited for God

to send them rain, that never came.

They desperately tried to

dig tunnels, to pass the walls.

Walls they'd built to reach God!

The walls crumbled down.

And they all died, burried alive.

The Viceroy had his palace and his heir.

But over time, his conscience

started troubling him.

And he decided to convert to monk.

God granted him life eternal, on condition

he restored the monastery

to its legitimate owners.

In fact, this monk...

is still here, Gabriel.

Gabriel.

You're a good boy.

I will always be here for you.

Gabriel, you see this?

What is it?

They're little eggs.

The snails put them there,

to have their little babies.

Mummy also had a little baby.

In her tummy.

But it couldn't live.

It was rotting inside of me.

You know what?

Maybe one day he'll come back to us.

Here.

Swimming inside of me.

In my belly.

Gaby. You'll come to visit me?

Where?

Here. I'll always be here.

Mummy, my tummy hurts.

Mine too.

You've got to pick them soon.

Before they rot, like everything here.

The roots of these trees

reach the coffins

of the dead monks.

And they tangle...

...in their hairs.

Because roots feed off corpses.

They reach my mother?

Gabriel.

Your mum is here.

Could someone clarify this?

Because of a complaint to

the museum authorities,

they have sued us?

But, what did you lot do?

I pay you to sort problems out,

not to bring new ones.

Someone here spoke.

Who did?

Sofia.

Sofia.

Sofia.

You spoke to the Museum Authorities?

Gabriel, go take your bath.

Ok, you can leave.

If I need you I'll call you.

You can go now I said!

And see if you can bring solutions

next time. Go now.

Sofia.

You've got to be clean.

Everything needs to be clean.

It always has to be clean.

Bleach is very strong.

It gets rid of all your stains.

Takes all bad things out.

You understand, sweetheart?

Gabriel, listen.

Some places are sacred.

Get out!

You're pressuring me, Sofia.

I won't go on like that.

Some close to me, rather than help,

sink me even further.

And you're confusing everything.

You're confused, and you confuse Gabriel.

At his age these things can

be taken another way.

- If you want to speak to me about sex,

no need to take so many detours.

I'm not speaking of me, but your child.

I have no children, they rot in me!

That's why you take them out.

Because they rot!

Son. Make the dog shut up.

And how did they close Sofia's case?

Suicide.

And Gabriel?

I haven't noticed a significant change.

Despite the bond he had with his mother.

He's more introverted.

But he never was very

communicative with me.

It's likely he's hiding some symptoms.

I could monitor the situation. Observe him.

Give you my advice.

He's grown since I last saw him.

He's at an important stage of his mental

and sexual development.

He needs taking care.

I don't think it's usual for a

family member to do this.

No you're right, but

it's important that I know

his background, no?

Yes, and it's a good excuse to stay here.

Gregorio, I came to look after you,

to be with you.

Help you with Gabriel.

Do what I've always done.

Debora, you only ever came once.

And that was to intern Sofia.

And just as well!

It would have been worse

had we not diagnosed her then.

Your famous 'Cotard Syndrome'...

It isn't 'mine'.

It won't do Gabriel any good staying here.

It's inhospitable for a child here.

He needs the warmth of a home.

He needs to be framed.

This is secluded from everything.

How will you deal alone with him here?

This place is dismall, sinister.

Why on earth did you expell the monks?

Why take them out of here?

This place is coming to nothing, Gregorio.

The place is much better in my hands

than in that of a few pointless priests.

At least I'm maintaining the cultural

heritage of this place,

not the belief of a crucified God, as they did.

You were with your friends?

You're not going to tell me?

Idiot!

What are you doing girl?!

Where do you come from?!

Are you mental?

What's your problem?!

Imbecil!

Lunatic!

The monastery's owner should benefit

from extenuating circumstances.

The auto-proclaimed owner!

I remind you there is an investigation

still running as to the

probable cause of the orchard's poisoning

But he remains an influencial member

of our community

and author of numerous books

on our cultural heritage.

The museum is all but closed.

It is more like a narcissistic excercise

than a genuine dedication to our heritage.

So what is the future of the

monastery according to you?

The place does not belong to him.

We will do what it takes for it to

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