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Damn! Can't the letters be bigger?

It seems not.

Here. Posology.

One pill every eight hours. Breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea and dinner.

- That'd be every six, huh? - Well, yes.

- Right. - Well, I'll take the first one…

Right then.

- Let me try it. - Sami, for Christ's sake!

All right.

Every single band in the '70s fought over him: Màquina,

- Vértice, the Relámpagos… - Vértice! I have a vinyl of them at home.

- Om… Who else? - Sisa!

Los Módulos.

Los Módulos… Everybody!

He would have been our Bob Dylan if he had wanted to,

but he gets sick when he leaves the island.

- The continent is hostile. - See?

That's the way he is.

Come on, guys, the party is over.

- That's enough. Everybody home. - How much is it?

- It's my shout. - Don't be silly, we've drunk a lot.

- No way! This is our home. - So what?

My turn to pay.

Sami… My shout. Let's go to Sant Ferran.

Well, thanks.

- You're welcome. - Let's go to Sant Ferran.

Joan, this is too much money.

- That's alright… - What? No, I'll write it down.

Sami, lend me thirty euros. I'll pay you back tomorrow.

We'll score for sure tonight.

All right…

Come on, Ulysses, the Sirens are right behind us!

Let's see…

- How much longer is it? - Half an hour.

- Are you sick? - No.

I always got sick, when…

Terribly sick.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

I'm going to the toilet.

Mum…

What are you doing here?

You said you were going to the toilet.

I felt a bit dizzy.

Take care of this relic, okay?

- What do you expect with such a boss… - I'll say…

R, M…

- What a surprise! - Yes.

He has grown up…

Marc, come here, give Grandpa a kiss.

He's huge.

- Hi, Grandpa. - Hi.

Hi.

It's been four years, very tough.

I got fired in the second plan.

Give me this one as well.

Later, we moved to Barcelona, to Mum's place.

You know, I really wanted to go to the funeral,

but I don't know what happened, I got tied up and couldn't.

Right. Rough sea?

I'll leave a couple of blankets, it gets chilly at night.

I'll sleep out there.

I got a job in France.

No choice.

- You'd better phone here, I'm useless. - No, here, for sure.

Okay…

I will have to get a new phone in France.

For the time being I'll have the same. I arranged with Mireia to call you here.

We can try to speak often.

- Are you still hungry? - No. I'm done.

Do you feel like playing outside? There's no traffic here. Go on.

However long it takes to settle.

The terms are shit but I need to be sure where I take Marc…

- Don't you know me? - Yes, I do.

- How can you ask this? I can't… - Please, Dad.

- Marc has come to terms with it. - What about me? I don't have an option!

If I could I'd say I can't… I don't know…

Dad! Have I ever asked you for anything in your whole live?

Just for this once, hell!

Come on, let's go.

- How old are you? - Ten.

I…

I have to go to play.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

Almost 3,571,000 tonnes of pork meat.

That only means 62,2% of the total meat production,

which was 5,818,000 tonnes.

It's plain clear!

How can you remember all these figures? You should've been a notary, Manolo.

I'm meeting the Balearic Council people. They've no idea what they're saying.

Another Gin & Tonic, please.

- Beefeater? - Sure.

- How's your mother doing, Manolo? - So so…

Your father was a great guy. I felt so sorry.

Thanks, Sami. He also appreciated you.

Not again, Joan! You are giving me way too much.

That's fine, man, no worries.

Mum!

You know what?

When your mother was born, I helped with the delivery.

At home, you know? No doctors, nothing.

Your grandma didn't scream or complain.

You know what she did? She began to sing.

Your grandma was a bloody good singer.

I mean, she sang very well.

She sang… well.

Do you like the continent?

Barcelona and all that.

- Yes. - You do?

If I can't wear espadrilles all year round they won't see me anywhere else.

Surprise…

Shit! I didn't know…

It's my grandson. He's come from Barcelona.

Great… So? Is it the first time you come to Formentera?

- I came when I was a child. - So sweet…

He is here for a few days.

If the mountain won't come to Muhammad…

Son of a…

Your grandpa hasn't left the island for a really long time.

He doesn't know what a traffic light is,

or a telephone, to contact people.

Poor kid…

She's… well…

- Need a bag? - No, thanks.

Thirty… And forty-four.

See you tomorrow, Carla.

I won't be here. See you on Monday!

- Bye. - Bye.

- What do you want? - I've been in hospital. Did you know?

I heard something. But you're okay now?

- Good as gold. - Anything else?

No, I'm done.

I'd like to talk to you

about what we said, maybe you and I could… who knows...

The cakes are on offer, 4,95 each. Would you like to take some?

- No, thanks. - Are you sure? Just 4,95 each.

- No, thanks. I don't like cakes. - So we could go out and…

- We could have a chat… - That's 14,95.

And tuck in some rice with chitterlings, I know you like it, right?

- Give this to me. - You like it, right?

Here. Thanks.

Do you mean it?

Sure! We could have rice with chitterlings, I know you like it.

- It's been 15 years since we last met. - Really? So long?

I am talking figuratively, Sami.

Our affair was fine, huh?

But it had a deadline.

You are an island, Sami.

A small island inside this bigger one.

Do you want to go out? Great.

Let's meet, have a G&T and remember the old times.

Only the good ones,

we can leave out the rest.

But let me tell you:

except for two weekends per month,

I've been cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner,

washing clothes, shopping and wiping bums for the last 20 years.

So, don't bullshit me, all right?

It's my turn to be a hippy now.

- The boy will be fine here. - Just a few days...

We have plenty of room and he'll keep us company.

My son Manolo handles everything.

- Remember him? - Yes.

And I manage the farm. My husband is unwell.

Your husband?

My son doesn't let him drive. He's not up to it.

I see.

Have you seen Manolo? Do you remember him?

He's my son,

he helps us with the farm.

If you like I'll talk to Manolo and we can fix it up.

Go ahead.

Now and then I'll come to visit with the boy.

The boy? What boy?

The boy… Marc.

No, you had a girl, a lovely blonde.

But, she's just gone to the mainland, with Neus, her mother, right?

How old is she?

Seven.

The girl will want to be with her father. They'll come back.

Hey! Stop!

- Grandpa! - Samuel, stop!

- Hello, guys! - Hi.

How are you?

- I talked to your mum. - Did you?

She'll call you on Saturday at 9 a.m.

She said she had been very busy, but she can't wait to talk to you.

- Neither can I. - See you on Saturday then!

- So long, Sam. - Bye.

Good, right, spin it twice… and that's it.

Cows love squid.

- Cows? - Water cows! Not milk cows.

They are small fish that wriggle like hell.

Easy to pick them by hand.

Quite likely because there are so many and in large groups they get stunned.

Here, I can't see a bloody thing. Bang it in here.

- Right here? - Yes, don't prick your finger.

Throw it in the water and patience.

And don't worry, they'll bite eventually.

Very good.

How much for it?

For this amount, 35.

- That's not much. - There are small ones, too.

Okay.

- Thirty-five, but you buy dinner tomorrow. - Done.

- And 35. - Great.

See you tomorrow.

- Sure, for dinner. - Cheers.

Hey, Toni!

- My little sardine! - Motherfucker!

- So, did you like the weed? - Really good, it was great.

- The harvest this year was good. - I'll say!

Sami, do you want some?

- He is Sami's grandson. - Right.

- How much do you want? - Give me 30.

- Aren't you finishing that? - No. You want it?

- No. Good, isn't it? - Yes.

I'm closing the bar, Sami. I'm retiring.

A rich Italian has turned up who wants to build a hotel.

If I've hesitated it's been because of you, you'll be out of fuel.

But I am tired.

This island…

it traps you one day and kicks you out the next.

That's where I am at.

And me?

Where do you think I am?

You bastard…

These last few weeks you've been paying me redundancy money.

- Do you remember Soriano? - From Ibiza?

I met him on the ferry the other day. He is up to something.

He gave me this and wants you to call him.

Soriano? Soriano, is it you?

It's me, Samuel.

Guitar, bass, violin, two banjos, you and me.

Like in the old times. A kind of revival.

All on red alert with our prostate.

A bunch of musicians eager to play and have fun.

No bullshit.

When would that be?

In two weeks we'll start rehearsing at my place in Ibiza,

then we'll jam around to get the band into shape:

Santa Eulalia, Sant Antoni, Es Figueretes…

There's a great venue there…

Then we'll do Majorca, Manacor, Inca…

From December on, we'll tour the mainland.

I would love to play with you again, with my teacher.

Shit!

Shit!

Grandpa, wake up, we've slept in.

Come on, get dressed.

I am dressed. Can't you tell?

I'll put them on!

- Come on! - Okay! Such a hurry!

- Hello! - Has my mum called?

No, she hasn't, honey.

- Zero, four. - Zero, four. Here.

Don't fret, she may be really busy. She'll call you.

Can you keep an eye on him?

- I must do an errand. Okay? Thanks. - Okay.

- He is fine. - Really?

Samuel, Samuel…

We will bring you a glass of water. Take it easy.

Okay.

- Watch out. - Give me my ball back.

Pass it to me.

- Hey! What's going on? That's enough! - Give me my ball back!

- Whose ball is it? - It's mine! Mireia lent it to me!

Give the ball back to him at once!

You beasts! I'll talk to your parents! I know who you are!

- Are you alright? - Yes.

You're bleeding.

Shit, Marc…

where were you?

Still the same, such guile!

No electricity.

Petrol, what for?

- We take cold showers here. - Really? How brave.

Your grandfather has always been brave.

You'd enjoy a yoghourt once in a while, right?

- Yes. - Yeah, sure…

If he wants to eat roots, fine, but you need to be well fed.

Pep, it's Greta. I need a favor. Are you very busy?

- I went to La Fonda. You weren't there. - Greta brought me.

She… didn't call, did she?

Who the hell does she think she is

poking her nose in other people's business?

Who does she think I am?

Do you hear the bloody noise? Can you hear it?

And it stinks! It stinks like hell!

It stinks like hell, doesn't it?

And the noise…

And the…

- Does that work? - Yes.

- So, you grew up in Tarragona? - Yes, my mum worked there.

I was born next door, in Reus.

When I was 15, they brought me here, to this paradise.

Do you know what the essential thing is in a paradise?

- No. - Angels,

because it would be a shitty paradise without any angels!

Friends, people, marihuana, flowers…

and tourists. Look at them.

Still wriggling, they sell like hotcakes…

Have you seen her boobs?

They haven't a clue. They're happy.

Look at him, his prick covered in mud. Shame on them!

Coins? Pass me your purse.

The whole purse is covered in mud.

Sorry.

I'll take this… Okay?

Let's see…

I dropped it. I'll get it.

Here.

Two, three. I keep this.

That's it.

You like mud, don't you, mucky?

Here. Give it to me. Perfect.

This one. Look.

Enjoy!

Sardines…

That's why it's so important not to price the fish with round figures.

Look, take this!

What's this?

A ring…

Once I found some dentures.

That's not very healthy for your condition.

- What condition? - Your ticker.

Toni told me. You must look after yourself.

Tell Toni to take care of himself. He needs it.

My Gran didn't look after herself.

My mum always told her to, but she didn't listen.

Didn't she? She never listened.

Neither of us listened to anybody.

One day we left home without any belongings…

and when we got to La Sabina harbor,

we knew it was our place in the world.

If it hadn't been for the lighthouse…

What do you know about it? Did she tell you?

You were going to live in the lighthouse when the keeper retired.

He taught you how it worked.

Pepe Guzmán was the name of the lighthouse keeper.

Number: 579/E0250.

Second order.

Optical reach: 41 miles.

That year, the lighthouse stopped working with petrol

and it started to work with electricity.

We knew nothing about it.

It didn't come about in the end.

Marc!

Why?

But, why…?

You said you'd call me, but you didn't.

Can't I call you?

Well… alright, yes.

We have electricity now.

Of course… Me too.

Grandpa.

School starts in two weeks.

- Do you like reading? - Yes.

We've got a good library. And there's a football pitch.

- Welcome. - Thanks. Many people?

Not bad for the first day, as promotion goes on it'll pick up.

Aren't you Samuel, the hippy from Migjorn?

- Yeah. - He doesn't look too hairy to me.

Yes, Toni. This man is a legend here.

Are you a hippy?

Up to the white of my eyes.

King Crimson. An amazing band.

And Robert Fripp, a first-class guitarist.

Robert Fripp sounds familiar to me. I've heard of him.

- Fantastic. - And Peter Sinfield, my friend Peter…

Some days we stayed up until very late at night

when we lived in la Mola.

Don't they have a street named after them here?

Of course, Toni! The street at the back is King Crimson street.

- See? - They don't have this in Ibiza.

What do you mean? We have everything in Ibiza!

Ibiza is only good for protecting us from the Tramuntana!

If you woke up one day and Ibiza was gone,

then you'd be really fucked up.

- We'd be really cool without you! - Fucked up, that's what!

- No way! - The first wind would blow you out to sea.

No one would be left in Formentera.

"Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine

Time's grey hand won't catch me while the sun shine down."

So polished!

- Do you know who wrote those lines? - Who?

Robert, Peter and I.

Well, I helped them.

- No way! - Another drink?

Give him another one!

Come on, Ulysses, come on!

Roger. Report back when you can.

…so I called as soon as I could.

- He looks scared. - He woke up trembling.

Luckily I passed by and saw it…

My god! What's this? What happened?

Has Moses separated the Pitiusas waters to allow the master to cross over?

Paco!

Is there a father?

He disappeared. She went on with the pregnancy.

I am alone, Paco.

Everybody left, Alberto, Enrique, Graciela, Luis…

You also left.

- The Lord's call. - Don't fuck with me, Paco.

You ran away because you didn't want to end up a junkie like me.

I'm a disaster, Paco. A complete disaster.

The kid almost…

I don't even want to think about it.

It's a tour… And I'll have to travel around…

I can't… But I'll come to see you.

- You're lying. - No, I'm not. No, I'll come.

I promise, as soon as I can, I'll…

You'll be much better off with Paco, you'll see.

Perfect. A loaf of bread and some bread rolls.

- Thanks, love. - That's all?

Wait a second! You're missing one!

- Hi. - Bye.

- Hello, Sami! - Hello.

Are you alone again?

- Where's the kid? - He's gone back to his mother.

- What are you up to? - I'm going to Ibiza for the winter.

- I'm going there these days. - To Ibiza?

- We're putting a band together. - Of bandits?

Almost… Bluegrass, country, you know.

Old rockers never die, right? Great. Like the Stones…

Do you remember Samuel?

Of course I do. How couldn't I? How are you?

Hello.

How is your girl?

Fine. She's doing fine.

Let me give them…

- What do you want? - Here…

Here, take this cheese. We made it yesterday, my husband and I...

Yes, I'm sure they'll like it. Right, mother?

Yes. This cheese is for Samuel and for Neus, and for the girl.

- I don't want her to starve. - Alright.

It's bad enough having to live in that house. It's so cold these days!

It's time to say goodbye! We're closing the club!

This emblematic bar, with Fonda Pepe's permission,

is going to be a very beautiful, white hotel…

which none of us would be able to pay for in our whole fucking life.

But I don't care! I'm going back home! Stuff it!

Hi there!

Ana couldn't sleep.

I played the banjo and her mother sang to her.

The girl covered her ears with her hands.

She knew that if she heard the music, she'd fall asleep.

Eventually she'd fall asleep with her fingers…

in her ears.

What time is it?

I have to go to Denia.

Calm down, Samuel. Calm down.

Relax.

I'm an asshole.

I won't deny that.

But you aren't going to Denia today, not even tomorrow.

Get some rest.

For God's sake…

The doctor says the first 24 hours are crucial.

Please don't do the dirty on me.

Your blood looks like petrol…

thick as hell, so…

please do what the doctors say and don't be an asshole.

Because if you…

What about me, huh?

I'm going for a coffee. Asshole.

- Hello, how's it going? - Hey, what's up?

Waiting to load the truck.

- Are you leaving up north already? - Yes, I am. Tonight.

- Very well. - There's less traffic at night.

- Sure. - Heading to the office?

- Yes. - I'll come with you.

Her waters broke at the hotel, 3,8 kilos…

Yes, huge… Sure, pass the phone.

Hi, how are you? Yes, we want to go to Alcoi.

Okay? Good. All right. Yes, I'll tell her. Thanks. Bye.

Is it a boy or girl?

A girl.

Thanks.

Thanks…

Are you all right?

Samuel, somebody from Denia called asking after you.

Shouldn't we get in touch with your daughter?

Yes, to ask her if she lost her mind leaving her son with this idiot,

who abandons his grandson in a fucking orphanage!

- Stop it. - It's not an orphanage.

A bloody hippy who has no idea of what it's like to live in such a place!

- That's not true! - It's a boarding school!

- Is it so hard to talk things over? - What could I have done?

- What are friends for? - You? A useless man like you?

- Asshole! - Come on!

- I do what I can. - Don't you see he's an old person?

- Only when he wants to be. - Enough!

Paco.

Paco.

Are you asleep?

No.

The day…

The day they took the ferry to Barcelona,

in the '80s,

I stayed put in a deckchair, shooting up.

Sometimes I dream that I run after them.

But much as I run, I can't…

Come on, go to sleep.

Carry on!

- How was the round? - Good, calm.

That's what you get when you come so early in the morning to piss me off.

- It's your turn to pay for a coffee. - My turn?

Fucking Catalan guys!

Christ! Hey!

Vicente. Listen, is the boss around?

Get him on the phone.

Paco.

I think the kid has gone back home.

The guy on the Barcelona run has just called.

A kid ran out of the lorry when he was unloading it.

Take my car, I'll get it back whenever.

Don't wait another 30 years to come over to see me.

Over here.

Holy shit!

Why did you brake like that, man?

I'm in a bloody hurry! Go on, get the papers out…

- The papers! - Hey, look, don't shout at me…

We're hippies, we've just arrived from Valencia…

Have you heard about Jazz Colón, at the end of the Rambla? And Zeleste?

- You've smashed my car, asshole! - You have no idea, you Catalan turd!

It was opened by this guy who played with Sisa!

- And you're talking about papers? - What's that got to do with it?

Get your bloody car fixed, asshole, and send me the bill.

You want my address?

Ostro road, between fig tree 30 and this pine tree!

- I'll phone the police, asshole! - Fuck off!

- I'll smash your face in. - I'll thrash you.

The idiot made me nervous! I'm off my mind!

Leave me, I want to hit him! You're bound to croak, anyhow, asshole!

Cool it.

- Asshole! - Calm down.

- I'll call the police! Asshole! - Leave me alone!

Marc!

- Hey, kid, the lights are red, watch it! - Marc!

Stop!

What's going on, kid?

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

- Sir… What are you doing? - It's my grandfather.

Sir, can you hear me?

He has to put it under his tongue.

- Are you sure? - Yes! Sure!

Open your mouth, Grandpa! Open your mouth.

That's it, under his tongue.

Zero? Patrol 101 here.

We need an ambulance on Picasso promenade. At the entrance to Ciutadella park.

Okay? Quickly, it's an emergency.

I'm sorry…

Forgive me.

- I was faking, you know? - Right.

- It's really unbalanced. - It's the continent, it's so hostile.

- Sorry? - Nothing.

- Do you feel better? - Much better, thanks.

- Were you preparing for a marathon? - I did it for him.

I threw myself on the ground. I almost broke my neck.

- Is the kid under your care? - Yes. We're going back home.

My daughter is working in France.

- That's what I want to talk about. - About what?

He convinced me to put some money to my name, something to do with VAT.

A shitty thing. A scam.

I can't say I didn't know what I was doing…

I did know… but I had been unemployed too long.

Are you eating well?

No.

You must look after yourself.

I've seen some kids coming to visit their mothers…

Without a criminal record,

my lawyer says I could soon get released

under supervision.

Are you going to tell him where you are?

He's so young…

He's young, but he isn't stupid.

He's strong and smart. He isn't like his grandfather.

Right. Perfect.

Like we said, we have renovated the restaurant.

We have done everything we said at the start.

The only thing remaining

is the bank transfer in advance

with respect to the decoration of the place.

I've told the others about the rest.

There is no problem. You know that.

Hey, mister…

Sorry, hold on a second please.

Are these the keys to the house and these the car keys?

Ulysses, its name is Ulysses and it doesn't like to go fast.

Thank you.

I'm back. Sorry about that. Yes, perfect!

Let's go.

I'm very happy about this.

I'm very glad about this new opening.

Let's go.

Well, here we are.

- What are you going to do? - Me?

There are plenty of things to do here. This is the continent!

But, wasn't it hostile?

Excuse me, what time do they finish?

- At two o'clock. - Two. Thank you.