All language subtitles for El mar.eng

The Sea

This obsession
for Christ's blood...

for Christ's Passion,
for Satan,

speaking quickly,
as if burning...

being here alive, yet
looking as if I'm already buried.

It all began that year,
In August.

Maria come here.

What's wrong?

Pack some clothes,
use only the small case...

....in case we have to flee
to your father's house.

Don't tremble.
Why are you trembling?

Mateu Inglada has been found dead
with two bullets in his head.

Hey, get lost.

Pau.

They've killed my father.

Hey, Pau, Pau...

Ramallo says it was
Julià Ballester's dad.

He kills the other men.

It's impossible.

Imposible?
Then come with me and you'll find out

Ramallo.

- What?
- Take it.

"Andreu Ramallo."

I embroided it.

You sew well.

Ramallo.

- What?
- Can I come?

You're a girl.

- Hey Pau.
- What?

Did you bring the cigarettes?

- What about yours.
- I forgot.

You're a bastard.

Here you are.

It must be late now.

Yes.

- Here Tur, have a drag.
- I don't like smoking

- Haven't you got any balls?
- Just leave me alone.

- Where are you?
- Here!

I couldn't see you.

- Where were you?
- Taking a piss.

- Are you angry?
- No

Come on Manuel.

- "Monga?"
- "Monga."

Hey, be quiet.

- Take them to that corner.
- Look!

It's Julià Ballester's father!

Let's go.

Tur. Come on!

Climb up.

Pray, you son of a bitch, pray.

It's as if they're killing
my dad again.

Come on then.

Where are you going?

Julià Ballester,
that son of a bitch, he'll see.

-Why the castor oil?
-He's going to drink it.

- What are you looking for?
- The artillery pin.

- What's this?
- My father's gun, don't touch!

Hey, Ramallo.

Come on cows, move it...

Now we've got him.

Here.

He'll shit his pants.

Hey! Julià!

Manuel?

What are you doing here?

Faggot, where was your father
last night?

You should worry about yours.
Why has he been killed?

I'll kill you, just like a dog!

You? Okay, let's see.

Your balls are this tiny,
you chicken!

Ramallo! Get the funnel.

- Drink this!
- No way!

- Drink all of it!
- In one go!

You drink it.
With your drunken mother!

You'll explode,
just like a dog with rabies.

Last night I saw your father
kill five men! Five!

- Francisca go away!
- What are you doing?

- I told you to go.
- I don't want to.

Leave me alone.

Lord,
this is how we started our lives...

this was our first land...

our roots
and our first consciousness.

Hold back your angry justice.

Remember,
we were children of the war.

It was time that
brought us together again.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Are you the guy from Caubert?
- Yes.

My name's Andreu Ramallo.

My name is Alcàntara.
Let's go.

- Have you been called up?
- What?

That wooden suitcase.
All soldiers have them.

I haven't been called up yet.

God! A Lucky!
I'd lo ve one now.

- Wouldn't that be bad for you?
- Same as sex, they say.

Shit! That's some tattoo!

I'm covered in them.
I do them myself.

Look. That's Caubet.

My God, that's some hotel.

Mornin'

Alcàntara, you are here!
- Can't you see ?

You should help me with the fish,
it stinks already!

I'm just taking the new guy to his room.
I'll be back in a minute.

It's obvious you're new.
How are you?

Okay.

Come on.
And you, cover yourself up!

A bit old, but shit,
those are amazing tits!

Not bad. They droop a bit though.

How do you know, you fucked her?

Sometimes, she's my wife.

Shit! I'm sorry.

That's okay. But watch out.
You understand?

Boys, this is Ramallo.

He'll have Justo's bed.

You can introduce each other.

Galindo, you show him how
everything works.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What's so funny?
- Your fly's open.

Shit! Where's my bed?

This is the one.

And this is your locker.

- And these things?
- They're Justo's.

- He's got a single room now.
- He's lucky!

No, he's not.
They've taken him to room 13.

We only get taken there
when we're really ill.

- How old are you?
- Twenty, and you?

16. I'm the youngest but also a
veteran. I've been here two years now.

You got hairs on your chest?

- A few.
- I'll have some soon.

Then we'll have to celebrate.

Don't touch.

- Are you from the city?
- No, I'm from Argelús.

Hey Manuel,
there's a guy here from Argelús.

- Who is he?
- His name is Ramallo.

Tur! Manuel Tur?!

I didn't think that you'd be here.

Since that stuff with your dad
I hadn't head about you.

I've been here for over a year.

- And you?
- I've come for a change.

After walking a lot...

I was so horny
I could hardly move forward.

We got as far as the hen house.

When I opened the door
the smell hit us.

Magdalena, I think that was her name,
didn't want to go in.

So I pushed her in.

She sat on the stone bench
where the hens lay.

She was sitting with her legs open
and I could see her tits.

Hey Galindo, don't get excited.

I had a big flower that
I'd picked from a prickly pear.

And I gave it to her.

And asked her to show me her legs.

She pulled her skirt up to her navel.

And she quickly had my dick out.

I don't want to boast,
but it's a pretty nice sight.

She flew to the floor,
spreading her legs.

Where are you going?

I forgot to take my
Dioxan tablets. Goodnight.

I bet he's off to have a wank.

He's never had a wank.

He's off to pray. He's so weird
all alone in that room.

Hey... listen, listen.

What's up?

Dogs. It's a bad sign
when they bark at night.

Galindo stop it!

Let me be.
I can't stand the noise.

- I said stop it.
- I can't, I'm scared.

It's the only way that
I can stop being scared.

If I were you I wouldn't go out.

Francisca.

Can I help?

You're not allowed in here.

- Did Tur tell you that I'd arrived?
- No.

I saw your name on the list.

Is he dying?

Yes.

I didn't expect to meet you
again like this.

- You look like a butcher!
- Ramallo!

I'm always stupid when I'm scared.
You know that.

And right now I'm really scared.

I have to go and so must you.

I'm sorry you're here.

But I'm happy to see you again.

- Can't sleep?
- No.

You shouldn't have gone
to room 13.

They're taken there so that
we can't see them.

I always avoid room 13.

I don't want to see my mother...

picking up a suitcase of clothes
that I'll never wear again.

I never imagined
that it could be like this.

Justo had a nine rib Monaldi.
And three red crosses.

Here we all know
what that means.

It isn't fair that people
have to die like this!

Blood is always shocking.

But you'll get used to it.

Once you've been here a while,
you'll see that it's always the same.

Listen.

Can you hear the wheels?

They always take the same route
when they've taken from room 13.

Down the long corridor. The one with
the radiators and pots of begonias.

Then they go around
the games room.

And once they've gone
through the doors...

you can still hear the sound
of those badly oiled wheels.

Next they go through
the refectory corridor.

Now by the sign with
tomorrow's menu.

And finally they leave...

going round the buttercup
flowerbeds to the mortuary.

It's always the same.

I've seen many taking
the same route.

I don't wan to
end up like that...

executed without a trial.

Like those who were shot
by the cemetery wall.

You shouldn't think like that.

Tonight,
before Justo's screams woke me...

I was dreaming...

That my back was made of wood.

A kid was rubbing out
my eyes and mouth.

I woke up and started to pray.

It's the only thing you can do.

- Praying doesn't work.
- Yes it does.

Even though with every payer
the holes in my lungs get bigger.

Dying like this isn't fair.
Secretly from within.

God has his reasons.

Fuck his reasons.

I'd rather be shot. Knowing
who was killing me and why.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

What are you thinking?

I'm trying to imagine which
door I'd have to take...

to die with enthusiasm.

Like the martyrs?
The lions and the circus?

No, not so much.

Well.
It's time for bed, come on.

It'll be difficult to sleep.

Listen, my heart is pounding.
Can you hear it?

Can you?

Yes.

You can get dressed.

If you behave you can go home
after a couple of months.

- Shit! Two months!
- You should thank God.

- What did the doctor say?
- I'm okay.

- How many crosses?
- One, and you?

Two.

- And you Tur?
- Three.

Ramallo, someone to see you.

- Who is it?
- Mr Eugeni Morell.

- You were brave last night.
- I've been here for two years.

- And how do you like it?
- I'm not here to enjoy myself.

I still have the hanky
you embroided for me.

How the hell did you
end up as a nun?

- Don't be rude.
- Answer me, why?

To do what nuns do...

iron, wash, feed...

In exchange I learn to be
humble and strong.

Sometimes I think...

I'm here to be moulded
more than anything else.

Look. It's that door over there.

Remember to wear
the white overall

- Forget it. I'm no barber.
- Bye Ramallo.

Give the other nuns a kiss from me.

Sorry.

- I just can't see you as a nun.
- Try then.

-Hello Ramallo.
-Hello Mr. Morell.

- Sorry that I'm a bit late.
- Come here. Sit down.

- How's it going?
- Okay.

How did the tobacco delivery go?

The one I was supposed to take.

Sureda took it
and hid it in the shipyard.

We'll load the boats tomorrow
when the police are off duty.

Can you trust Sureda?

I know who I can trust.

You worry about getting
better and come back quickly.

- Want a glass of water?
- Yes.

It's very hot in here.

I remember you as a kid...

And look at you now.
You're a man.

Oh! Come on.

You get looks from
women in the street.

There are lots of men
in the village, Mr. Morell.

You have a strange cough.

- Does it hurt?
- Sometimes.

Where?

- Here?
- No.

- And here?
- No.

Your chest is very hot.

- Let's go to the woods.
- No.

Come on, Ramallo.

- No!
- Don't shout at me!

You've been doing it too much.

- I didn't teach you that.
- No...

You taught me to steal
and to be your whore !

I can see you're very agitated.

I'll be back next week.

No. Can't you understand?
I never want to see you again.

You're very ungrateful.

Where do you think your
money comes from?

- What will you do?
- I don't know.

But when I recover
I don't want to depend on you.

I want to be someone in life:
Ramallo.

You?
You're just a miserable little sod.

- You'll never make it.
- We'll see.

On your first free day,
come and see me. I'll be waiting.

- Where is Alcàntara?
- He was in the larder.

I want a tattoo.

- Now?
- Yeah, right now.

- And how will you pay?
- I have this.

What shall I do with it?
Now that it's dead.

Give it to me to bury.

Why did you leave it on my bed?

I tried to save it, but couldn't.

I didn't have
the stomach to kill it.

I thought you might have.
You've always been an animal.

Everything is too much for me.

It's not the cat's fault.

Get out.

Tur!

I'm sorry.

Can I come with you?

We hid when we were fucking,
but everyone in the village knew.

They started calling him
"the Veronica", because of me.

He couldn't stand it.

I started stealing a few bags
of tobacco and coffee.

I wanted to sell them so
I could get him off my back.

One day a flood
got everything wet...

It was as if he'd put a curse on me.

I would have knifed him
if I hadn't seen the cross...

which marked the place
where Pau killed himself.

It was as if he was still there...

With that expression he had
after killing Julià Ballester.

I've been biting my tongue
since then.

They never said anything
at home?

Seeing the money I kept
getting my father kept quiet.

And mum is always
too drunk to notice.

That's no way to live.

That's why I told
him to go to hell.

Look what I've done.

Why have you done that?

So I never forget that this is
the only thing I can count on.

And friends?

Don't they mean anything?

"Monga?"

"Monga."

Let's go.

- Does it hurt?
- What?

- The tattoo.
- No.

Touch it.
It's nearly healed.

There's blood.

- Does it hurt?
- No.

You sweat a lot Ramallo.

- Do I smell?
- No.

- Let's go and eat?
- Okay.

Galindo. What the hell can I
do to get out of this place?

- I don't understand you.
- I want to go to a brothel.

I've had enough of being here.
Do you ever escape?

Alcàntara takes us to the city
if we pay for petrol.

It's 27 Kilometres
and 0.7 pesetas per kilo.

- Have you any money?
- No.

- Where are you going?
- To sleep.

I need this money. I will
give it back, I promise.

Are you going
without saying anything?

It's not for me to judge you.

I'd prefer it if you hit me.

Nothing is solved by violence.

Nor kicking cats.
Nor throwing stones at girls.

You always let out what hurts you
and throw it onto others.

Like now.

You'll be fine,
and I'll go to bed feeling bad.

Francisca.

I'm suffocating in here.

I can imagine,
but you have to get better.

It's not just the sanatorium,
it's everything.

- I'm leaving.
- And where will you go?

To the sea.

The sea?

Can I tell you about something
that happened when I was a kid.

Then you'll understand.

I was with my dad on a boat...

usually I never fished.

I just watched
the fish dying in the sun.

It happened really quick.

One day,
I've never told anyone this...

my dad caught a
beautiful coloured fish.

I felt so sorry for it...

...that my father decided
� should let it go.

I put on my mask
and put my head under the water.

Suddenly there was silence.

I let go of the fish
and it swam away.

Then it came back and stared at me,
only moving its gills.

I felt as if it was all water...

inside and out.

Then it disappeared.

I tried to dive in.

It was just a second,
because my father pulled me out.

But during that short moment...

It was as if I could breath
under water.

As if all of me had become water.

Water and sea.

I've never experienced that
when breathing in air.

That's what the sea is for me...

That silence...

that purity, that breathing.

Believe me.
I'd give anything...

for things to be alright for you.

Francisca...?

Can I hug you?

Nobody's ever hugged me
like you.

I love you a lot.

I love you too.

You never think of that day?

Enough. Pick it up.

- Don't you miss it?
- No.

I'll also tell you something
I've never told anyone else.

I don't regret having become
a nun without being a virgin.

- What?
- I like understanding people...

the things they do and why
they do them.

Even the worst of crimes.

For me religion means people.

So why do you live with your
back to the world?

I don't. Otherwise,
I'd be living in a cloister...

instead of picking up coins
with you.

I'm going to sleep.
I have work to do tomorrow.

Here's a coin,
put them back soon.

- Tur, I need Alcàntara's van.
- Ramallo.....

Mr. Morell has a really big
delivery tonight and I know where.

I need the van to warn
the police.

- Be careful Ramallo.
- Don't you see?

This time I can finally get
rid of him!

Please.

Help me.

Manuel !

I came to bring back the magazine.

Why are you crying?

Manolete's been
killed by a bull.

I'm sorry for being so stupid,
but I just can't help it.

Come in, Alcàntara
is already sleeping.

- Would you like a glass of milk?
- Okay.

Don't stand, sit down.

It's almond milk. Really good.

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

Hot, isn't it?

I can't sleep
in this heat either.

What is this one doing here?

- He's brought back a magazine.
- It's not time for magazines.

You can stop, it's downhill now.

- And petrol?
- I have money.

- Bye Sureda!
- Hurry or you won't be in time!

Sureda!

- Weren't you at Caubet?
- I'm still there.

I've come to talk to you.

- What's the matter?
- I've got a van behind the trees.

- It will carry nearly 20 sacks.
- So?

Help me load the van...

I punch you, I hide them and
you say they've been stolen.

Then we split the money.

God you're thick!

You think that Mr. Morell is stupid?

Go and make sure
that no one sees you.

I need the money.

- You're at Caubet?
- Yes.

You know the streptomycin
Mr. Morell keeps in the cellar?

Yes.

He sells it illegally to the
hospitals and to Caubet.

There's going to be a
delivery next Friday.

Some guy called Alcàntara will
pick it up, so find out who he is...

and follow him. If you manage it
I'll help you sell the boxes.

If you screw up,
I don't know anything.

- Understood?
- Completely.

Hey!

- What happened with the police?
- What?

- The police.
- The police?

You were going to report
Mr. Morell.

Mr. Morell is finished
and you know what?

I'm going to get a reward.

Ramallo, you're drunk.

I've been celebrating.
Women, wine...

- Do you want some?
- No. No thanks.

Pass me my clothes
and the towel please.

Yours are really sweaty.
Want mine instead?

Okay.

I left the garage key on your table.
You can give it back.

I came here to shower 'cos
my room is full of people.

- I hope you don't mind.
- No.

I came here 'cos we're close.

I don't want to take advantage of you.

If you need anything, count on me.
And I don't offer this to everybody.

"My God, why have you forsaken me" ?

This film was your idea, right?

I chose it because I thought the
sea would cheer you up.

- Do you know what I liked best?
- What?

That it was silent.

Do you think that Tur is
annoyed with me?

Why should he be?

- He doesn't come to see me.
- You're not allowed visitors.

- Has the film finished already ?
- It burnt.

You just caught me.

Carmen, will you help him
into bed? I have to leave.

- Francisca wait!
- Into bed Ramallo!

- I'm okay!
- Do what the doctor says.

Here.

We're even.

Stop washing.
Everything is already clean.

You're right.

Look what I found
under the mattress.

The parson in my village would
be horrified at the sight of them.

You're lucky I'm not a nun,
otherwise bye bye magazines.

- Have you seen Tur?
- He won't let me into his room.

- He's fasting again.
- Shit, bloody virgins!

- Why did you say that?
- Don't you see he needs a woman ?

Ramallo, Tur is far more
complicated than that.

- He's just like everyone else.
- You always end up with that.

Carmen! If you see Tur,
give him this magazine from me.

He'll throw it at my face.

Give it to him and tell
him to come and see me.

You just tell him.
And Carmen, make him eat.

Me?

He pays attention to you.
I know he does.

How is my lordship?

- Okay.
- That's the way I like it.

I hope you're not going to
throw me out, like last time.

I've brought you some broth.

That's a strange bookmark.
It looks like a tram ticket.

Here, drink this.
I want to see you drinking it.

Leave me alone.

I'm not hurting anyone.

You're hurting yourself.

- Why are you here Carmen?
- You shouldn't be alone all day.

I'm not alone.

What's the matter, Manuel?

I'm afraid of becoming
someone bad.

And that God will abandon me.

Come on! You're the
nicest person I know.

This church stuff,
is your problem.

This is faith.

Living your faith in this
way is what is killing you.

Carmen, I've been brought
up with death by my side.

My father, the war, my friends from here...

I have three red crosses.
If I didn't believe in God...

.....I wouldn't even have
the strength to get out of bed.

It hurts me so much to hear
you speaking this way.

I think of you a lot.

So much so, that sometimes...

I lie in bed...

And I see your face,
with those sad eyes of yours...

and I can't sleep.

I lie awake...

waiting...

....knowing where you are.

You have to get to
know your body, Manuel.

You're a married woman.

But it is you that I love.

That's a sin.

A sin? What I do
with my husband is a sin.

It's so disgusting
when he's on top of me!

I'd stab him
with a pair of scissors.

- Carmen, I believe in God.
- Be quiet.

Is this the reason
why you came here?

Yes.

It's difficult to
understand you, Manuel.

Here, read this.

- Here?
- Yes.

Lord, my son is
possessed by a spirit.

Which agitates him
wherever it possesses him.

It makes him foam at the mouth...

grind his teeth
and burn with fury.

I've asked your disciples
to free him, but they couldn't.

Jesus asked the father:
When did it all begin?

And the father said:
Since he was a child.

He's often thrown it
into fire or water to kill it.

If you can do anything
have pity and help us

And Jesus said:

Everything is possible
for those who have faith.

And lifting the boy's hand,
he released the spirit.

(Gospel of Mark
9.17-29)

Why did you make me read this?

Manuel...

I came to make you feel better.

I've been talking to Ramallo.
We don't know how to help you.

So, Ramallo sent you?

I'm not a whore !

Just go away, Carmen.

Leave!

You forgot this.

Ramallo gave it to me for you.

Mind your own bloody business!
Don't do it again, never again!

Hey, calm down.
Calm down.

You sent Carmen only for
the pleasure of making me sin.

She came?
It didn't work out?

- Why do you hate my purity?
- Your purity?

You're such a
sanctimonious hypocrite.

- I hate you Ramallo.
- No, you don't.

You love me,
perhaps even too much.

Don't you think I've noticed?

I made some coffee.

How does he feel?

He feels better.

Please don't say
anything to anybody.

Don't worry.

Does he know who hit him?

He doesn't know.

You have to tell Ramallo to
secretly give the boxes back.

He needn't tell anyone.

You know he won't listen
to either you or me.

I can't carry on
my consciousness...

....what awaits Carmen and Alcàntara.

Report him.

I can't report Ramallo.

It would be the best
thing for him.

Perhaps you don't know...

But neither Ramallo or
myself would ever betray you.

Francisca.

I think I know
where the boxes are.

Manuel.

What are you doing?

I think that when Pau's soul
flew through this hole...

God abandoned us to this hell.

We stopped being children here.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey guys! Make me a place.
I'm out of the cage.

What's the matter?

They've taken him to room 13.

You really cut your hair!
How's it going?

Okay.

You really know how to
have a great time.

Yeah, well.
Doing what I can.

How's the cough.

Last night I burst
with the coughing.

- It's getting worse.
- Bad thing.

Ramallo, I've got
a few hairs on my chest.

We'll have to celebrate.

Andrés Ramallo,
you have a visitor.

- I have to go.
- Please come back.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing here?

I told you I never
wanted to see you again.

Close the door.

Sit down.

Did you know that I've had
boxes of streptomycin stolen?

- Here in the sanatorium.
- How should I know?

These boxes are very expensive.

Thank God
I've already found them.

Look at me!

- Guess where?
- No idea.

In a well, near Argelús.

Why are you telling this to me?

Don't pretend you don't know.

I always knew that you
took "part" of the deliveries...

and hid it in the well.

Little things,
that weren't important.

Little presents that I gave you...

-...without having to harm your pride.
- It wasn't me.

I'm not here to discus it.

I just wanted to let you know...

before you make too many plans.

I told you,
and I'm telling you again:

Without me
you won't pull through.

I'm not going to harm
that tart type face of yours...

because Mr. Morell wants you
to be beautiful when he fucks you

- I'm going to kill you!
- You?

I'll bury you first.

I've seen many kids like you die.
It's only a question of time.

Why are you up?

I'm looking at myself in the
mirror with my shoes on.

It's as if I'm saying
goodbye to myself.

Lie down, you'll catch a cold.

How do you feel?

As if I'd drunk a bottle
of brandy by myself.

Cover the mirror please.

It's as if I'm already
being rubbed out.

You don't feel better
after the sacraments?

It's cold.

Hey Ramallo.

Give me your hand.

Does this take a long time?

Do you know how many
kilometres there are...

from my village
to the sanatorium?

Sixteen, like my age.

The kilometres are a kindness
of the Ministry of Public Works.

But the road is too long and mortal.

And when they make you get
there before having got there...

it is as if two gypsies
took you behind a wall...

and while one
was clutching your heart...

the other was pushing
a knife into your liver.

Be quiet.

And one doesn't understand it...

Because one thinks
that beyond the wall...

the road still goes on.

- What's the time?
- Seven o'clock.

What's the matter Galindo?

The clock in our house is
always ten minutes slow.

So?

It's in the kitchen,
above the plates.

When my family reads that I died at 7,
they'll think that they were doing...

something which is reality they
were doing ten minutes afterwards.

Because I'll die here
earlier than there.

Don't think of these things now.

Being always ten minutes forward...

I have the feeling that
they'll never find me.

- I'm going to call the doctors.
- No, not yet.

- What are you doing?
- I don't want him to die.

- But he is already dead.
- I know.

And I'm not asking for a miracle.

- You're out of your mind!
- No.

I just want to feel God in me.

Morning.

I ironed Galindo's clothes for you.
You're always short of clothes.

Thank you.

I'll embroid your initials.

- Have you already got hairs
on your chest? - Some....

Mine will come out soon.

We'll have to celebrate.

Where's Ramallo?

- He must have gone out.
- Give him this.

Manuel.

- Ramallo is not here anymore.
- What do you mean?

He told us not to say,
but he left...

With his suitcase.

But why?

- How did you do this?
- I was praying.

And suddenly I felt
the flesh split inside...

and there was a big dark
bruise on my skin.

But there was no cut.

The more I felt that
I was overcoming Ramallo...

the stronger the pain.

Then finally
the skin tore completely.

What has Ramallo
to do with this?

I was possessed, Francisca.

Ramallo was my friend
and I loved him.

Satan abused that.

He changed this friendship
into forbidden love.

I'm not sure if I understand.

Ramallo wanted to destroy
my innocence. Don't you see?

Ramallo wanted
to crucify God again.

But I crucified Satan.

God thanks me by
this manifestation in me.

Go back to your room.

Let no one see these wounds.

Here.

A diapan.

To help you sleep.

Tomorrow I'll ask Father
Caldentey to see you.

Why?

- For confession.
- Why?

I don't know how else to help you.

I didn't come for help or advise.

Then why?

To share with you my
happiness that God is with me.

You're here!

- I got released.
- Come in.

I wanted to come sooner,
but when I got home...

Sure. Come on in.

I was eating.
Beneta made stewed rabbit

- Would you like some?
- No, thanks I already ate.

So why did you come?

I want to settle
our misunderstandings.

I think you are right.

I can't make it without you.

No need to look so serious.

You'll see.
Everything will be fine.

Here.

I have something to show you.

Wait here.

You can come in!

There's only one fish.

I didn't expect you so soon.

Don't you like it, Ramallo...

My little Ramallo.
Why are you crying?

I'm such a bastard.

I betrayed you.
I stole from you. And now...

Stop it! You take things
too seriously.

It's useless.
Don't nurse your worries.

- You don't know me.
- Of course I do.

You don't know
what's good for you.

Even though
you treated me that way...

...I know that you are not bad.
I know it.

You know nothing.

I know that I've missed you.

Forgive me. Please, Mr. Morell.
Forgive me.

Forget those boxes.

- It's not that.
- Forget it.

I forgave you the
moment that I was told.

Who told you it was me?

I suppose I shouldn't say.

Someone from the
sanatorium told me.

- Who? Alcàntara?
- No.

You should be more careful.

It was a certain Manuel Tur.

I need a piss.

Ramallo
I'll wait for you in the bedroom.

I'll be right there !

- Ramallo!
- What!

I killed Mr. Morell.
Now be quiet and keep still.

I said don't move!

Why did you do it Ramallo?

For many reasons.

It's hot in here.

Why have you come back Ramallo?

To say goodbye to you.

Stand up.

Don't you want to hug me
before I go?

- Why are your hands bandaged?
- I hurt myself.

Why are you doing this to me?

You'll enjoy this so much you'll
suffer until the day you die.

I love you Ramallo,
you know I do.

You shouldn't have betrayed me.

I did it so this
wouldn't happen.

Well?

I'm not going to leave until
I've cum all over your face.

Sit down.

Ramallo, please!

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