Suspicious of my questions, the Padre cornered me in a small room with his team and let rip. I tried to remain calm, but my legs were shaking. Although the Padre is fairly diminutive, he has a presence about him. I was aware that nobody knew where I was – in the middle of nowhere at midnight with people I considered to be fanatics. While our cameras rolled on, he started shouting at me and the crew. I was gobsmacked.