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"Everything thar needs to
be said has already been said,

but since no one listens,
everything must be said again."

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- Good morning, Martijn.
- Good morning, Doña Herminia.

Are you coming from your son's?

No, I go there later in the afternoon.

Oh, sorry.

You looked so thoughtful,
I thought you must've been praying.

No, the moto is chocked.
So I took the chance to walk.

I went to Don Jacinto's
store looking for some eggs.

But he's out.

But I did get today's newspaper.

And I was thinking what
to make for Luisa's breakfast.

Luisa is such a lovely girl.

Since I went to my sister Francisca's,

I went on the other side of the
lagoon by Doña Lupe's store.

Thank you Doña Herminia.

Luisa is going to be very happy.

She loves eggs with chorizo.

I was lucky to run into you.

No need, Martin.

You are always helping out this old lady.

Give Mariana my blessing.

Sure thing.

Look what I'm preparing.

Eggs with chorizo.

How are you?

Your hair is so long.

Yeah?

Well, you're in need of a haircut.

Indeed.

What are you preparing?

Eggs with chorizo.

- Is this for you as well?
- For everyone.

Martijn...

...is bad for you.

If the food is good,
it can't be bad for you.

We should only listened to
half of what the doctors say.

They sell you disease and meds
so they won't go out of business.

How many eggs do you want?

Shall we get breakfast?

Yes.

You can even let your legs fly up.

They say that this year,
the holidays' celebrations

will only take place in the
square and the main street.

They'll be able to handle
any problems better.

They need to hurry, though.
It's less than a week away.

Marcela wants to set up a stall together.

It's a good idea.

What do you say?

I say yes.

I was thinking that I want the mass
to be at the church this year.

We should take advantage that
it's being decorated for the holidays.

Alright.

Are you coming?

But we all are going to be at the church.

Do I have to go.

Of course.

If you like.

And if you don't, then no.

Dad, why do frames
sometimes fall off the walls?

Did a frame fall?

No.

Well, I guess...

The nail is not strong enough.

So it bends or falls because
of the frame's weight.

Yes, but why did it fall in that moment?

Why not before or after?

Do they lose their strength like you do?

Or how does it decide it
can't hold it any longer?

I don't know, Luisa. I don't
think it's the nail that decides.

It's better not to think much about that.

One could lose their minds.

Some time ago my father
told me about a comet.

He told me that when people
saw that comet they were scared.

They cried and ran to the church.

The pregnant women grabbed
their bellies.

They taught their children
would be born sick or deformed.

So the priest comforted them
saying it wasn't a bad thing.

It was just a shining
star. A really bright star.

It was bright because
of the praying they did.

The comet slowly faded.

Nothing happened.

You see my son that
when these things happen,

people gets scared and
they don't even know why.

Give me the bag. I'll bring
it to you this afternoon.

- Really?
- Sure.

Thank you.

Goodbye, love.

Take care.

See you in the afternoon.

I was just at your house.

Where were you coming from?
I didn't see you on the road.

How could you notice?
You walk like you are blind.

I hid myself to scare you,
but you just froze there.

You have nothing else better
to do than bothering people?

Why were you at my house?

I left some things at the mill and
went to see if you want a beer.

Maybe that can make you less bitter.

- A beer?
- Yeah.

Is your drunkenness that shameless?

It's not my fault, It's
this ongoing heat.

Where were you coming from?

I was just out for a walk.

I didn't know the trees around
here produced medicine.

And I went to the drug store.

Nosy.

Alright.

Shall we go for that beer?

- Yes. It's just that...
- Yeah, let's go. Let's go.

- Did you sleep alright?
- Yes.

- I see you a bit tired...
- No, I'm fine... How are you?

Hungry...

What's going on?

Good morning. How are you?

Hello, China.

Hello. Good morning.

What's up, Chinita?

Taking care of the
drunkards, like always.

And Nacho here. His wife
kicked him out for chasing skirts.

I'm telling you Nacho. It's easier
to get away from soldiers than women.

Give me two cold ones, please.

Buy her flowers,

and then it's God's will.

-Do you think it will work?
-Sure!

He's going to need more than flowers,

to be allowed back home.

I know. But he needs
to start somewhere, no?

Cheers.

Speaking of, how are
you and Mariana doing?

Good.

Good.

Red roses for love.

Look, the flowers girl.

Go on, man. There are your flowers.

Fate delivered it to your door.

And Luisita?

She's good.

I try to see her everyday.

Today we had breakfast.

This afternoon, I'll bring Mariana
some stuff she still had at the house.

I just remembered I have
something to give to Luisa.

Could you take it to her?

Such an opportunist!

What is it?

Don't stick your nose in this.
It's for her, not for you.

Ok. Give to me whatever
you want to give her.

I'm telling you I just remembered.

I'll bring it to you later.

But not too late.

After taking those things to Mariana's,
I want to visit Martincito.

You're on.

Was he drunk?

He doesn't smell like it.

He's awake.

Bring him some tequila.

What happened, Martin?

They found you laying
in the middle of the road.

I probably passed out from the heat.

Probably...

We're in the last stage of training
before this Sunday's Palenque.

This year we won't be
defeated by outsiders.

Drink this tequila so you
can get some strength back.

Don't push him too hard,
you'll tire him out before it's time.

Go to the vegetable patch and
tell the boys we're bringing out Pancho.

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm telling you it
must've been heat stroke.

Sometimes it happens
to the roosters, too.

It's rare, but it happens.

Specially when they're hungry.

Look, Martin.

This is the rooster
we're bringing this year.

He's got a bad temper,
that son of a bitch.

When I see roosters like this
with bigger balls than most men...

The other day, the
veterinarian was telling me that...

...about eighty five percent
of the species on the planet...

...are insects and beetles.

Can you believe that, Martin?

I don't know if that's true.

But it makes me think that
with all those bugs to take care of...

God can't have much time left to
care about our business, don't you think?

Which one shall we pit Pancho against?

Try Rufián.

Let's see if he's feeling better.

Bring out Rufián.

Look, Martin.

Come.

If there's anything I've learned
in all this fucking time with animals...

watching them...

studying them...

reading about them...

it's that each species has a temper.

Like people.

Let them go.

What's good for some is not good for all.

Many veterinarians don't get that.

Do you know what I really
like about roosters, Martin?

They're fierce.

And they're quick.

But small and easy to subdue.

Cockfights are short.

The rooster's body can't
handle all that pecking.

It gets tired.

Or dies very quickly.

Cristina, how are you?

- Come in.
- Hello Martin. Fine, thank you.

You see yesterday, my bathroom
shower head started leaking.

My husband sort of fixed
it, but it seems worse now.

My bathroom is flooded.

Could you take a look
and if you can fix it?

Sure.

Let me get my tools
and we'll go right now.

- Let's go then.
- Yes.

How are Mariana and Luisita?

Fine.

How's Patricia?

I won't ask about Ramón,
I just saw him and he looks all right.

Fine. She is studying in Guadalajara.

We miss her, but what can you do?

Children grow up and move away.

When I got to your house,
I saw how nice your front garden is.

I'm sure the back
garden is even prettier.

I do love the flowers you
chose for the entrance.

It's not always what we
choose, but what nature favors...

It's a matter of listening to it and
everything falls into place.

Remember how Martincito and Paty
used to love hiding in these fields?

Yes.

God only knows what
those two got up to...

I remember...

- Too tight?
- A little.

Wouldn't you rather tend to the store?

Probably means more
work, but less tiring, right?

I'm sure you made more money.

It's alright, but after many years,
it becomes tiresome and boring.

For the time I have left...

I rather live from these odd jobs and
what I got from the store.

Having a store is troublesome.

What happened with the tests they ran?

Oh, the tests.

Well...

They confirmed what we already knew.

But your husband was very kind
in helping me get them done.

At least there are no doubts.

The holidays are coming.

What's Mariana planning?

I think she and Marcela
will set up a food stall.

To sell what?

They are not sure yet, but maybe pizzas.

I think I'll sell tamales again.

Mariana said they'll close off
the square and the main street.

Yes. Ramón says it's so they
can keep things under control.

You know what's
happened in previous years.

I figured.

I mentioned that to Mariana.

Thank you, Martin.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

- Ramón, how are you?
- Hi, Martin. How are you?

Hello, love. How are you?

Martin came over to fix the shower.

I tried fixing it, but I made it worse.

"Stick to what you're good at."

- How's Luisa and Mariana?
- Fine, fine.

They're thinking about the holidays.

Mariana wants to set up a pizza stall.

- We'll find a good spot for her.
- Thank you, Ramón.

I'm off.

I'll see you at Martincito's mass.

I'm sure we'll see
each other before then...

when we figure out
which spot to give Mariana.

Right. Of course we will.

Goodbye.

Martin, how are you doing?

- Fine.
- Tell me the truth.

Fine.

Martin, I think bad
decisions can still be fixed.

And others that if they aren't
fixed right away, it's over.

Work out your issues with Mariana.

Things will get better afterwards.

Good day, Don Luciano.

- Good day, Martin.
- How are you?

Good. Avoiding this fucking sun
that burns even the bones.

Hey Don Luciano, do you
have the short shears for the garden?

Yeah. I wanted to bring them over,
but my leg's been bothering me again.

I'm paying with this leg
all the shit I did in life.

But it's better to start
early so one can finish soon.

Don't worry. I was
just fixing the garden.

So where are they?

There they are.

I should get going, Luciano.

I have to finish up the
garden and then go into town.

Do me a favor before you go?

Pour me some of the
pulque I've got in the kitchen.

Here. I filled it up
with what was left.

That's just fine.

"Get your fill when
you uncork the bottle...

...start saving at the middle...

...but only misers dole
it out near the bottom."

That's what my drunk grandma
use to say.

To justify her love affair with tequila.

Must be that.
Good day, Don Luciano.

Have a good one, Martin.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Good afternoon, Don Martin.

Good afternoon, Julio.
How are you, Julian?

- Doing well. How are you?
- Fine.

Are you heading to your son's?

No, I'm dropping this off at Mariana's.

Then I'll go. That way the sun
will come down a little.

Send my love to Luisita.

My son Julian and I are
taking these sacks to the mill.

Then I'll be off to rehearse with
the guys to be ready for the holidays.

There are many bands
coming this year, right?

Music all day long, Don Martin.

Even if it's not your type of music,
I hope you can come by.

The boys will be happy to see you.

I'll go so they can buy me a beer.

With pleasure, Don Martin.

Sure. Say hi to the guys for me.

If the motorcycle doesn't start, it might
rain before you get home.

It choked this morning...

and usually if I let
it rest it starts again.

It's just so stubborn today.

Hey Don Martin, I can make it start.

Be my guest.

Who taught you how
to start Don Martin's bike?

Indeed.

Well...

Martincito and I used to secretly
ride the bike in the mountains.

That's how I learned that trick.

A trick that not even
Don Martin knew about.

He must've been very careful,
because I never noticed,

And apparently he knew more
about motorcycles than I do.

So it seems.

We are leaving now, Don Martin.

God be with you..

I said, God be with you.

Alright.

Hello, China.

Hello.

- What can I get you?
- A beer.

And some peanuts, please.

Sure.

Thanks, China.

- Good afternoon, Don Arturo.
- Good afternoon.

All good here?

Hello, China.
Could you bring me a beer?

Yes.

What's up, man?

I think they must've
been your countrymen.

They must be here for the holidays.

There's a mess in the streets.
Processions, bands practicing.

People really go insane for this stuff.

I was at Cristina's to fix
her bathroom's showerhead.

And Ramón said they would only allow
the streets downtown for the holidays.

No wonder there's a lot going on there.

So, was Cristina nervous as always?

And Ramón also told me...

...that I should fix things with Mariana.

So that everything gets better.

Well, that's between you and her.

It's better for people to
scratch their own backs then.

Tell that to Ramón.

If people love each
other, let them be together.

If they stop loving each
other, let them separate.

And if they love each other but don't
want to be together, that's fine too.

There are as many ways of being
together as there are people, right?

Hey. Before I forget.

It's not for you.

Let me just check.

Can we pick it up at my place?

Fuck! I forgot something.

You're a huge pain. Give it to her later.

I can't give her a partial gift.

You'll make me late.

But it's on your way.
It'll be very fast on the bike.

Ok, fine.

Do you know what Luisa
asked me this morning?

She asked why frames fall from walls.

What?

She wanted to know
why when a frame falls...

...because the nail gives out...

...it falls then and not some other time.

What do you think?

That kid.

It reminds me of the story
about the two dreaming men.

You know that one. I told it to you once.

I don't think so.

Well, it turns out that many years ago...

there was a man in Egypt.

He used to be rich, but lost
everything for leading a bad life.

He was left with only his father's house.

And he had to become a farmer.

One day he fell asleep after work...

resting underneath a tree.

In his dream a man he never met
appeared.

And he told him that
his fortune was in...

In Persia, or some of
those places from over there.

And that he had to go look for it.

When he woke up, he
set out on the journey.

And he faced many dangers.

He almost died from thirst and hunger.

But he got to Persia.

He got there at night
and was not prepared.

He fell asleep on the streets.

So the guards come upon him,
and brought him before a judge.

The judge questioned him who
he was since no one knew him.

So the man told him about the dream and
how he came looking for his fortune.

The judge laughed and said...

"I've actually dreamt about a
house from where you come from."

"Where there was a
clock... yes a sundial."

"And a fig tree, and underneath
that there is a treasure buried."

And since he had gone
through so much to get there...

the judge gave him some
coins so he could go back home.

And gave him the
condition not to come back.

So the man, with no choice,
had to go back to his country.

To his city.

He went back to his father's house.

He went out to the
garden and saw the sundial.

And the fig tree,
leafless, but it was there.

He started digging.

What do you think he found?

The treasure, of course.

He found the treasure.

So he went back to being rich,
but this time he took better decisions.

And he lived very happy.

All because of a dream.

A hunch.

What do you think?

- Can I tie it with this?
- Yeah, sure.

Today I read that the judge
will set that motherfucker free.

That there's not enough
proof that it wasn't an accident.

That hardly changes anything, man.

Don't drive through downtown
it's probably blocked already.

Then you'll blame me for being late.

Wait, wait.

Stop.

Juan.

Juanito.

Juan.

Damn it. Look at him.

Juan! Go home.
You are going to roast here.

Juan!

Let's move him to the shade.

- Grab his leg.

Damn Juanito.

He's better there.

He'll get back to his senses.

Since you know all the stories,
do you know how he lost his leg.

They say he was deep in
the desert with his workers...

celebrating something,
and obviously drunk.

They found one of those
really venomous snakes.

He started teasing it.

It bit him.

Since they were out there all alone,
they had nothing to take out the venom.

They say he took out his own
machete and chopped off his leg.

So he could stop the venom.

Others say the snake
wasn't so venomous.

But since it took them so long to
get to the clinic, the leg turned ugly.

So they chopped it.

When he is sober he
doesn't talk about that.

When he's wasted no one
understands him.

God knows what happened.

He's better there.

Did you put some gas?

She came back a few days ago, when
she heard her son was being released.

Go on. We won't get
anywhere just standing here.

Go.

- Good afternoon, Doña Clara.
- Good afternoon, Rafael.

- Good afternoon, Doña Clara.
- Good afternoon, Martin.

Isn't it too late to dust off that rug?

Yes, but the wind got dust everywhere.

It got everything dirty again.

I'll wash it before it dries
up and gets all clumpy.

- Right.
- Right..

Doña Eulalia came over a while ago.

She says to swing by her place,
she has something for you.

Alright.

I just remembered I need to
pick up the flower pot from you.

I didn't forget the dishes
your niece lent me.

I brought them this morning.
But you weren't home.

I left them there.

Yes, I saw them. Thank you.

The only reason he doesn't lose his head
is because it's attached to him.

Yes. That's right.

- Excuse us, Doña Clara.
- Go ahead.

Good afternoon.

Nacho.

Before you go home, tell Doña
Marta to come get her plants.

- Yes.
- Thank you, boy.

Another beer?

I can't. I have to go.

Also, I'm riding the motorcycle.

Don't say I'm a bad host, then.

It was a good idea to
put the photos here, right?

I get joyful every time
I go in and out of the house.

So many memories.

This way they live on.

How a guy as ugly as you're,
can have a beautiful house?

I don't know. Ask my late mother, she
made me ugly, but she had good taste.

I keep the house pretty,
so she won't come back to haunt me.

Weren't you in a hurry?

You are here chattering.

Leave that in its place. Come in.

Wait for me in the studio.

I'll go for the other things
and don't want you peaking.

They're going all out.

It'll be like this until
the holidays are over.

There'll be lots of dancing this year.

Here's everything for Luisita.

Look what I found the other day.

I didn't get to use them.

I didn't waste a single bullet.

That gringo decided
he didn't want to shoot.

Give them to me tomorrow,
I'm already carrying a lot.

No, man. Take them.

I'll forget again and
we'll never get anywhere.

When I was looking at the
photos in the entrance, just now.

I noticed it has been almost
twenty years since I moved here.

Twenty years, Rafa.

You didn't have gray hairs then.

When we met, you said you'd never
stay in this God forsaken town.

Things changed.

Even if I wanted to leave, the living
and the dead keep me tied here now.

That's where you are wrong.

Here, the only tied dog is the one
who twist himself up with his rope.

Don't listen to me.
Sometimes I say dumb things.

The other day I found something.

I didn't know if I was
going to give it to you.

I think I will.

Yes. Let's.

Where did you find it?

It turned up when I was
rummaging through an old backpack.

I gave it to him for his
birthday, remember?

He was so happy. We took him camping
so he could use it right away.

Martijn.

You've had a good life.

You met a woman.

You had children.

Others aren't so lucky.

They go through life unnoticed,
like the water of a river.

Water that no one drank or sailed.

With no one to notice their existence.

I miss him.

A lot...

- Rafa.
- I know, man.

You can throw it away,
bury it, gift it, or whatever.

Or maybe you could give it to Luisita.

She can learn how to use it.
You know how smart she is.

So, I'll never know
what's in this damn box?

If Luisita shows you,
if not, you are fucked.

- Say hello to Mariana for me.
- Sure.

Tell her I'm anxious to see
what she cooks this year.

She'll surprise us all.

Something delicious, like always.

Yeah.

Goodbye, man.

Through the shade, you know that.

Because you're so white.

What's up, Nacho!

Head home.

Thank you.

- What is that?
- For Luisa.

A gift from Rafael.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

He didn't want to tell me.

I'll put these flowers on
you so you look gorgeous.

So the idea is that
we set up at the plaza.

- And we start cooking there...
- I like that idea.

Hello, Martin.

- How are you Marcela?
- Good, thanks. How are you?

- Mommy, I missed you.
- It's good I'm here.

Thank you Mariana
for taking care of Paola.

Not problem.
You had fun, right?

Yes.

Come on, I'll walk with you
and give you the dress.

- Ok.
- Goodbye Paola.

Thank you Martin.

- Say hi to Luis for me.
- Sure thing. Thanks.

It's from uncle Rafael.

Won't you open it?

No.

I asked Rafael about
the frames and the nails.

But he didn't know.

But he did tell me a story.

I think you're going to like it.

A long time ago, in a country far away...
lived a very rich man.

But he spent all he had.

So he had not choice but
to go back to his dad's house.

To make a living he became a farmer.

One day he got really
tired after working the field.

He lay below a tree and fell asleep.

And he dreamt a man
appeared and told him...

Your fortune is in Persia.

And from there on, in his
town he was remembered as...

a good and generous man.

You liked the story?

Yes.

You know what it means?

Not really.

I guess, that dreams are
more important than reality?

I'm not sure.
But since you are so smart...

you'll explain it to me when you
have the answer to the frame problem.

For me?

That's nice.
I'm going to put it here.

I love you very much.

I love you very much too.

Alright, I'll see you.

Goodbye.

- Thanks again.
- Yes.

Take care.

Goodbye.

What's that box?

It's a gift from Rafael.

Really?

What's inside?

I'm not sure. I haven't opened it.

Why?

Gifts are for birthdays.

And it's not my birthday yet.

Are you saving it until
your birthday, then?

Don't you want to find out what's inside?

No.

This box is so pretty.

I'm going to put it away.

- Yes.
- Go on.

I was talking to Marcela about the stall.

We crunched the numbers,
and the pizza thing is profitable.

Specially if you make big pizzas.

Instead of those small,
individual size pizzas.

You want some coffee?

No, I just had a beer with Rafa.

It's funny how the
first memory I have of

this town is of you and
your sister Graciela.

Laying down in the flower
garden behind your parent's house.

The two laying there while your
nephews ran around like wild horses.

I don't think I've ever
seen brighter flowers.

Maybe that's why it's my first memory.

Because by then I'd already
been a couple of weeks here.

I thought that I was what
caught your eye, not the flowers.

I can't keep up the
lie after all these years.

So you stayed for the
flowers, not for me?

I'm telling you.

Any news from Rafa?

Silly stories, as usual.

Do you remember...

the knife we got
Martincito for his birthday?

The dumbass had
forgotten it in some backpack.

He doesn't lose his head
because it's attached to him.

When I was heading here...

I saw that bastard's mother.

She's your neighbor. Did
you know he's being released?

Yes.

Marcela told me when she got here.

- Martijn?
- What?

Keep the living with the living.

And the dead, with the dead.

Don't let the...

present and past mix.

His dad is also your neighbor.

And that's all right.

Do you have Martincito's knife?

Rafa gave it to me.

Look.

It's dirty and rusty.

I'll clean it.

I'll give it to you later.

I have to go when you finish.

I thought you were
putting your gift away.

I have to go.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yes.

Will you come to the
door to see your father off?

No.

No?

See you tomorrow, kiddo.

See you tomorrow.

Martijn?

- Thank you for bringing my things.
-No worries.

They were heavy.

See you tomorrow?

Yes?

What is it?

What's going on?

Civil Judge No. 3

Help!

Please. He's coming.

Stop! Don't move!

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