All language subtitles for El.consul.de.Sodoma.2009.DVDRip.XviD-5rff

THE CONSUL OF SODOM

Is it true you're a poet?

Well... I'd prefer
to be thought of as a poem.

Jaime

So what now?

Now everything

Excuse me.

Come in.

Go and sleep in your bedroom.

Don't make a noise. my mother's asleep.

How do you like it?

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Are you all right?

Thank you

Bye, Johnny.

Let's lower. .

-the percentage.
-Absolutely not My father

would never allow it.

Good for you
Don't keep her waiting any longer

I'm going to miss all this.

Not as much as you think.

Why's that?

What's going on, Victor?

Those are the least compromising

Those are the least compromising

Where did these come from?

I don't know.
paid an intermediary.

-You're giving in to blackmail over me?
-Sorry, Jaime.

But your father asked me
to look out for you

My father?

He knows about this?

Look, Jaime.. Your private life
is none of my business but ..

So keep out of it.

Then I heard that I'd be going,

that wherever I went

I'd have a bed and a book to read.

But others would not be leaving
They would stay on for years

without being able to wait furiously
for 7 o'clock to come and so escape,

to leap to the other side of life.

And that - the abject misery,
a life of constant harassment

by their needs -
will be their lives,

their whole existence.

Ladies, the communist is back.

You haven't been there

Many farmers have had to sell
their children as if they were slaves.

Jaime, please!
That's so unpleasant

When Dad comes. tell him to give
the plantations to the peasants.

Don't talk politics at table!

This isn't politics, mother.
It's justice.

Keep that for your poems.

Jaime. did you write anything new

-in the Philippines?
-Two verses

in three months.

Mr Jaime, there are two men
from the political brigade

asking for you.

Show them through to the study

'In the heat,

after the thickness,

the river returns to the land '

My grandfather,

the Speaker of the House,

during the Republic

Good evening.

I'm Inspector Creix

This is Sub-inspector Garrido.
We just wanted

to talk to you for a moment.

What about?

You write. .

poetry. don't you?

-Yes. I try.
-Do you associate

with other poets and writers?

With some.

Do you know these?

I know them a .
Some better than others.

You know they're communists?

Some have been arrested

and it won't be long
before the others are too.

Are you warning. .

or threatening me?

Leo.

'It seems we can declare
ourselves to be men.

It seems we can say no.

To say no once in the street

for all the other times
we could not say it.''

Did you write that?

-Yes.
-Leaflets like these

were handed out
at the students' strike

Did you know that?

I just got back
from the Philippines.

An acquaintance of yours

told us about you
at the police station

What did he say?

That you're a queer.

And a very clever one.

Don't come to Barcelona at the moment.

It's quieter in Cadaques.

-Jaime.
-Manuel.

-How are you?
-Hello.

Stay in hiding for the time being.

There have been arrests.

But we're rid of
the official candidates

They'll process them. .
it's a setback..

then send them home.
All sons of winners.

Manuel, I also regret the beatings

-I've never had.
-Can't you see, Jaime?

An enemy in the home
changes everything

I know.

And I want to be part of that.
But really so.

Your gin and tonic.

Thank you

-Mr Mars's here.
-Tell him to come in.

Well, well, the worker-writer.

Congratulations on your novel.
It's excellent

Thank you I hope

can I stop being the worker now
and just be the writer.

The regime's tottering. Juan.

Some have been saying that
for 20 years

Juan's a born sceptic.

That's why his novel's so decadent.

I only describe
what I see, more or less

-Mr. Baldwin on the phone.
-Shit, I'd forgotten.

Jimmy's here. He wants to see
some nightlife and thought you ..

haven't seen Luis yet.

Yvonne and I are celebrating
our wedding anniversary tonight

All right

Want to come along, Juan?

I work from 7 AM to 3 PM
then I go home to write.

I don't have time.

Time. . the child
that moves the pieces

Heraclitus

The galley proof.

Show him the Sagrada Familia
then go home

The Sagrada Familia?

I know more edifying places.

Jaime!

I expected you tomorrow.

I just can't live without you.

What are you doing here?

I had a meeting...

and came back for a nap.

You're doing pretty well.

-I'll get dressed.
-Wait, wait, wait. .

Let's put an end
to this terrible abstinence.

I know you and your abstinence!

Do you prefer billy boys
or half-castes?

I prefer Spanish guys who forget
they're doing it for money

I don't mind paying.

But like...

to be appreciated

I see the Philippines

have changed your habits.

Look at me!

Look at me!

-What's the matter?
-Nothing.

Nothing's the matter.

Let's go out for dinner and talk

We'll talk about..

whatever you want.

But first...

have to see a foreigner.

want you to come along.

Not again.

Go on.

We'll show him a few sights
and that'll be it

All right

Hey, kids. I spy a black man.

A black man!

Come on, stop showing off

Let's go somewhere normal.

This is normal

Luis, could you get
some more wine. Please?

You get it.
I'm tired of your nonsense.

You could at least translate.

You wouldn't understand anyway.

Juanito,

half a litre of mint.
I'm going to blow my Antonio.

Isaiah

Chapter 4, verse 6.

Morning, Mr. Jaime.

Your father asks if he can come in.

Of course he can.

I want to talk to you

A friend of mine from Harlem.

Take that Caligula outfit off.

I'll wait outside.

spoke to Inspector Creix on the phone.

That leaflet affair's sorted out

'Leave the rich alone, ' Franco said.

That depends.

They had people like you shot

after the war

Jaime ..

a scandal would ruin your career
with the firm and the reputation

of the whole family.

No-one's interested
in the private life of a poet.

Your father's worried about it

And so is your mother.

I know you're ashamed of me.

I'm not ashamed of you.

You're a Gil de Biedma.

But I do wish things were different.

-Where's Jimmy?
-He left.

Isn't the slut leaving too?

Watch it!

Here.

Get dressed quickly ..

-and go.
-No, don't

Sit down.

Bloody-minded queers!

What about me?
How much are you going to give me?

Nothing, now that I've got you a job.

When I found you,
all you had was a suit.

A brown suit.

And you've always been

an insufferable little rich kid

Nothing like fucking
a gypsy girl to discover

-one's social conscience
-At least she's not fooling anyone.

Right..

You seem very fond
of the whores' guild.

Jaime ..

we need to talk.

Leave the keys in the vase and go.

Careful, that Lalique's
worth a fortune.

-We're through.
-Wait..

Wait, Luis Wait.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

At least take the keys

'One goes out, kisses a girl
or buys a book,

walks happily down the street
and they strike him down.

How could he dare?

The Architrave.''

-Nobody'll understand this.
-It's clear enough.

The words of the tribe.

It's you who don't understand.

The book's a journey
from the end of adolescence

-to adulthood.
-With social issues too

That's obvious.

As based on my experience
and social class. though sometimes

I mistrust both.

I think ..

dressing up as a poet and singing
is a desire to place oneself

in Mardi Gras situations.

'I was born, if you'll excuse me,

-in the age of the pergola and tennis.''
-I'm trying to write a poem

about Spain while
avoiding the phantasmagoric.

A sestina.

A mediaeval sestina?

They'll call you frivolous

Ironic perhaps,

but not frivolous.

Spain's more like a mediaeval cliche,

than a modern literary theme
going beyond anyone's experience

Hence the sestina.

So that what the poem is
can be greater

than what the poet says.

Franco's backing
the Opus Dei technocrats

and withdrawing the Falangists

They want to freeze wages and cut
social spending. Right, Federico?

Manuel's very cold towards me.
I don't understand.

He doesn't dare tell you, Jaime, but ..

you haven't been admitted

into the party.

Why?

Things to do with comrade Lenin.

What's he got to do with it?

They say homosexuals could be

a threat to the safety of the party.

-Queers might rat to the police.
-I see.

I'm sorry. Jaime.

-Orthodox economic remedies.
-We need to turn

labour strikes into political ones.

And the government's plan would fail

-What if it doesn't?
-We'd have European prosperity

on a Spanish scale.

Prosperity on a small
and pretty miserable scale.

Of all the stories in history,

the saddest of all is that of Spain

because of the unhappy ending

It's as if a man, tired of struggling
with his inner demons,

decided to place his poverty
in the government's hands

Your post, sir.

Thank you. Conchita.

I'd like to think of
this bad government as a vulgar.

man-made affair
and not a metaphysical issue,

and that Spain must
and can rise out of its poverty.

There's still time to change
the course of its history

before the demons drag it away.

-Morning. Mr. Jaime
-Morning. This is for washing.

Sorry 'm late. Dad.

Have you signed
a manifesto for some miners?

Yes.

This is from the army.
It's for you.

You have to report to
the Bruch barracks urgently.

You're no longer a second lieutenant.

You've been demoted.

To me, that's an honour.

Finish your breakfast

We have to go.

What'll they do to you?

Strip me of my stripes

at a public ceremony
on the parade ground.

-Like Dreyfus.
-Jaime, please!

It's no joking matter.

A minister called
your father and at work

they're asking him questions.

May Spain expel those demons.

and poverty affect the government ..

Sign here.

...and may men by
the masters of their history.

You may go

Is that it?

Isn't it enough?

I particularly remember
the end of the war.

My father stood at the window crying

as General Yague's troops
marched down the street.

I was shit-scared.

For me, they were the happiest days

of my life

But this was virtually
on the front line.

No, it was in Segovia.

A place we loved visiting,
full of lieutenants with arms in slings

For the kids it was a way of coming

close to the war.

It's been a long time, Mr. Jaime.

You get younger
every day. Austreberto.

-Thank you kindly
-How do you do it?

This way.

You'll find this perfect for writing

Let's see today's yield.

Here.

Shit, writing novels is like
sitting for a really hard exam.

Yes. but poetry
doesn't put food on the table.

That's why I'm a Sunday poet
with a Monday conscience.

I spend the rest
of the week in an office

pushing pens

-I'm a practical man.
- I try to be too.

By writing seriously

What's 'seriously' for you?

Making a living from what I write.

So you think a writer writes
so that society

-will buy books?
-That's right

Why publish your work?

To influence others. I suppose

It's a rather Dickensian story.
The doctor told her

she couldn't have children.
They came out, hailed a taxi,

-and my father was inside.
-Incredible.

You look gorgeous tonight.

-Yvonne!
-Thank you.

Excuse me.

Thank you

Who's that?

Marcelino. He says

he's a Manhattan broker
but I don't believe him

think the guy's a gigolo.

Jaime. who's she?

The marchioness.
She has a suite at the Wellington.

She throws
the wildest parties in Madrid

No, the one next to her.

Ah, Joaquina, her companion.

The only normal person here.

Carlos is getting horny.

Careful or he'll stand behind the muse

and dedicate another and another
and another of his love poems to you

That's all you learned at Oxford?

Jaime's unbearable tonight.

We've all had a bit to drink.

British hypocrisy imported by an
Iberian consumed by petty passions!

Carlos!

Let him be

What's wrong, Red Riding Hood?

Nothing.
It's this wine

It really makes me cry.

Would you like something else?

A wolf to eat me.

There's nothing more sexy

than a woman with eye shadow
smeared with tears

I'll cry all you want

The. .

character of Teresa...

Marvellous.

But the boyfriend from outside
Catalonia... I'm not convinced.

It's my version of the 19th-century
novel . A man who wants to be someone

but can only succeed
by winning over a rich girl

And your girl..

what does she expect of him?

To have a great time in another world.

The king of the party.

He who dances with everyone.

He who can handle everyone.

A knight in shining armour.

Even though the armour's a brown suit.

Because deep down,
he's just a street urchin.

Here.

A portrait of your Pijoaparte.

'Pink shirt, jeans,

a provocative attitude and a smile

that's just too winning.

From Murcia.

Smell: of wild cat.

The bastard does smell like that.

Like a wild cat.

Thank you. Jaime.

Come in, my boy.

-How was your holiday?
-Comforting.

So you're bringing out another book.

I'm trying to.

Through a publisher in Mexico.

In Mexico?

The censors won't let me
print it here

I've been thinking

of changing flats

What about lives?

That may not be so easy.

You know, son...

I need a change too

- I'm retiring early.
-But the tobacco company's your life

I know.

It's a ship that's harder
and harder to steer.

Some young blood is called for.

Things are changing too fast

and I'm tired.

-But...
-Jaime.

Two books of poems in seven years

don't make for a literary career.

Your future lies with the firm.

We all have a great deal
of faith in you

What's the point, I'd like to know,

of changing flats?

Of leaving behind a basement
darker than my reputation ..?

And that's saying something.

Putting up lace curtains
and engaging a maid

Giving up the bohemian way of life

so that then you'll come along.

you great bore,

my embarrassing guest,
you fool dressed in my suits,

you drone,

you useless idiot,

with washed hands,

to eat from my plate
and make the house dirty

Among the shadows of my past

is a star without redemption

that never led my steps

along the path of my dreams.

My eyes never looked up

but down on the ground,

where I lived...

I go with you

to the late-night bars.
The pimps. the flower-sellers,

the dead streets of the small hours.

The yellow-lit lifts
when you get home drunk

and look at yourself
in the mirror, your face a ruin,

with still violent eyes
that you don't want to close

And if I rebuke you, you laugh,

you remind me
of the past and tell me

that I'm getting old.

I might remind you that you're
no longer funny, that your casual style

and self-assurance are gruesome,

being over thirty years of age.

And that that charming,
dreamy-eyed boyish smile,

which everyone's bound to fall for.
is just a pitiable vestige,

a pathetic sham

As you look at me
with those true orphan's eyes

you weep and promise not to do it. .

Dreams of clay,

it's all a lie,

those lips pretend

to be full of passion ..

If you weren't such a slut

and if I didn't know,
as I have for some time.

that you are strong when am weak,

and weak when I am furious...

My recollection of your home-comings
fills me with confusion, panic.

sorrow and dissatisfaction

and the despair, impatience
and resentment of suffering again.

Yet again the unforgivable humiliation

of over-intimacy.

Like a man going to hell I'll take you
to bed to sleep with you

Dying with each step of impotence,

bumping into furniture in the dark

we'll cross the floor
in a clumsy embrace,

staggering from drink
and stifled sobs.

Flower...

of. .

evil .

Today the noble servitude
of loving human beings,

and the most ignoble of all ,
which is loving oneself.

So, Jaime ..

first the disco, then the magazine.

'Boccaccio'' will show the world what
Barcelona is. It's all here ..

architects, writers. photographers,
actresses, models. .

-Who make no contribution to life
-Let's have done

with complexes. In a year's time,
this will be like London.

That's a fool's dream.
In London there's no Franco.

Franco's an old bastard. We have
a sole obligation and if you're to be

editor-in-chief, you have to be

the biggest dreamer of all.

We should show people
that culture is sexy,

-especially those in Madrid.
-Hold on a minute

They may not see culture
as a way of life

but they have marchionesses
and knowing

who the marchioness has slept with

can be decisive. So show
some respect for the Castillian plateau.

Collita!

-Come and have a drink with me
-I can't.

-I'm working.
-Come on.

All right. as it's you ..

Aren't I handsome enough
for an article?

-More than enough. As always.
-Liar.

have to wait around
to get a good shot.

Come on, let's have a drink

I can't.

But a friend of mine
wants to meet you.

She's a fascinating woman

Her name's Bel.

-Are you hurt?
-I did it for you.

'To know about love, to learn love,

one needs to have been alone. '

'And with 400 different bodies
on 400 different nights

to have made love '

That's my favourite.

I wrote it to prove

that one can be unfaithful
yet head over heels in love.

You can't go to bed with anyone
you're not in love with, can you?

Yes, but I fall head over heels
in love every night.

What happens when you wake up?

look at myself in the mirror

and the spell

is broken.

I feel sorry for things
that have broken.

You fix them but
they still bear the scars.

I hate wrinkles.

I wish I had a portrait
aging for me in an attic.

That's strange ..

I can't find your life line.

Then...

let's not waste any more time.

Good morning.

What's wrong?

Your father fainted

-What's wrong?
-Just high blood pressure.

Nothing too serous

He's tired.

Jaime. perhaps this isn't

the right time. but he'd be very happy

-if you took over from him
-No

No.

I ..

could never take my father's place.

I'm no good

But you're a brilliant negotiator

-And you know the business.
-I don't care.

You know it too
and you have all the skills.

-You should volunteer.
- I'm not in the family.

-is he in the family?
-Miguel? The telegraphist's son?

Times are changing.

I got married when I was 18.

With an idiot, just to leave home

They're gorgeous.

That's Marx's great-granddaughter.

She's scared the police
will find out and jail her.

Isn't that amazing?

A pret-a-porter model
and Marx's great-granddaughter.

How does your design look on me

Divine. Have you met Jaime?

No.

But I've heard all about you

Scary!

Have a good time.

You're full of surprises

You design jewellery, have two kids,

know how to fall down...

What else can you do?

Wait...

have my period.

So what?

I'm a vampire.

I'm a vampire.

-Hello, princess
-Hi. Dad.

-Hi.
-What are you doing here?

said I'd pick them up

Don't talk nonsense. okay?

It's my turn today!

It's my turn today!

-No way
-Please!

-What's wrong?
-Please calm down.

-Exactly. Come on, baby.
-Stop!

Absinthe brings life
an hour of solemnity

and light to dark precipices,
said Baudelaire.

In France they call it
'la Fae verte'', the green fairy.

In many countries it's forbidden.

I love the forbidden.

Police!

You know what's coming next.
Run!

You know what's coming next.
Run!

Toledo, Ohio.

That way his girlfriend won't find out

The biggest whores in the world.

-This is too crowded.
-Yes

We don't need any of them.

I'd like to take care of you.

So what are you waiting for?

So if there are no more questions. .

the board meeting's over.

Good afternoon.

Jaime

Congratulations on your report

Thank you

Bye, Jaime.

Whoever sits here will be lucky
having you by his side.

I think what's needed
is someone young, dynamic ..

with fresh ideas.

In short. a poet.

Are you sure, son?

Yes.

The board will have to approve it
but you have all my support

The board will have to approve it
but you have all my support

-Sir?
-Yes?

There's a young lady asking for you.

A young lady?

She says she's your girlfriend.

Not here.
They could be watching me

I'll have to go to court to keep
the custody of my children.

I'll have to go to court to keep
the custody of my children.

wonder what kind of evidence
that idiot will come up with

don't know but he's really resentful.

Don't worry, I know
some very good lawyers.

She's pretty.

And strange.

Susan!

How's our novelist?

Hiding behind that newspaper.

And I think it'll all be fine.

How's it going?

Well. in the end,
a blonde in a convertible

What about Pijoaparte?

What about Pijoaparte?

-As if he didn't exist.
-Advertising has rules.

They don't want poor people. They only
want pretty girls from Pedralves

But this one isn't from Pedralves

-She's from Copenhagen.
-Good

With a Viking girl on the cover.
the book will be a hit

Didn't I tell you so?

Didn't I tell you so?

Bring Jaime a glass.

You said Pjoaparte was missing

There he is.
straight out of your book.

Don't even look at him

Why? Will he hit me?

Why? Will he hit me?

Gypsies are very particular,
especially about that.

A gypsy! A gypsy to boot!

Give me another, Lorenzo

Excuse me. Are you
Jaime Gil de Biedma, the poet?

I'm a company secretary general ,
like Stalin

Apart from that.
I've written two books of poems.

Who are you?

I work for a magazine,
I just wanted to chat.

Don't waste your time.

Talk to Garcia Marquez,
he's 'in'' this season

All I need is a snippet of gossip.

I'm in charge of a section called
'Overheard at Boccaccio' .

-What's your name?
-Enrique.

-What's your name?
-Enrique.

Well, Enrique, I'm going
to let you into a secret.

Know what all these people
are doing here?

Inventing lives for themselves.
It's the only way

they can put up with
this interminable dictatorship.

They all do the best they can. Over
there, Ricardo Bofill the architect

They all do the best they can. Over
there, Ricardo Bofill the architect

and communist. Torn between making
a film with his Italian girlfriend

and buying an Alfa Romeo

There's another specimen.
With a highly-styled character

Carlos Barral, poet,
editor and ship's captain

Dresses like a Cuban guerrilla
and the police think he's mad

Dresses like a Cuban guerrilla
and the police think he's mad

-so they don't arrest him
-My character's a work of art.

-But it's not a life. It's literature
-Shall we talk of

-the decollage of life and literature?
-In favour of life

-or literature?
-In my case, in favour

-of literature
-Always.

He can give you
some better gossip than me.

He can give you
some better gossip than me.

Gossip? All right,

but literary gossip.
What do you want to know?

call Mr. Jaime Gil de Biedma

y Alba.

Counsel for the plaintiff may begin.

Thank you. my lord.
Mr. Gil de Biedma,

did you write a poem entitled
'A Very Young Separated Woman''?

Yes, I did.

My lord, may read
a few lines from that poem?

'Today, dressed as a corsair,

'Today, dressed as a corsair,

you were seen with six lovers
on each arm, Isabel , child Isabel ,

sitting stiffly on a stool , radiant.

your hair tousled by
a wind that is yours alone.

presiding over the merriment.

Take care, child Isabel ,

for we are in Spain,
for they are one

and the same those idiot lovers of yours
and your beast of a husband.''

and the same those idiot lovers of yours
and your beast of a husband.''

Mr Gil de Biedma.

am I to understand that
the child Isabel in this poem,

is the woman accused of adultery
in this case?

Definitely not.

The Isabel in the poem is fictitious?

Not fictitious but invented..
which is different.

Not fictitious but invented..
which is different.

have here a transcription
of an interview

In which you declare yourself
a ''poet of experience' That is..

that you never invent
but only write about what you see

or experience.
Therefore, my lord,

the verses I've just read

the verses I've just read

describe the defendant's

adulterous way of life,
which completely disqualifies her

as a wife and mother.

My lord, may I add something?

Yes, please go ahead.

If the child Isabel in the poem

were the defendant, then the ''beast''
of her husband would be

were the defendant, then the ''beast''
of her husband would be

this gentleman.
which would lead us to believe

that the plaintiff

has an uncivilised

and possibly violent nature.

And no decent mother
should have to tolerate a savage.

And the children come first.

And the children come first.

-You're a son of a bitch!
-Order!

We're doing poetry

-at school .
-Really? How?

We read it.

We read it.

Of course. How silly of me.
Do you like it?

-Yes.
-Tell him why you like it.

I like it because
it's like songs but without music.

Come on out. or you'll go all wrinkly.

Come on out. or you'll go all wrinkly.

-Come on
-I don't want to

Let me.

Out we come.

So it's like that, is it?
Just you wait.

The property's 15 years old
but as you can see,

in perfect condition Five
bedrooms. two bathrooms, kitchen.

in perfect condition Five
bedrooms. two bathrooms, kitchen.

living room
and many nearby amenities,

including two parks and two schools
Have you got any children?

Yes, two.

What's the matter, Conchita?

Your father's waiting for you.

Are you all right, Dad?

The board's waiting for us

All with an envelope like this one.

If you don't want to,

you don't have to come in.

The secretary
will read out the agenda

'One: review of our
Main office's fixed costs

Two:

the sale of the plantation
in Equatorial Guinea.

Three: renewal of the credit
with the Chase Manhattan Bank

Four: proposal of candidates

for the post of Director General '

I'm so sorry. Jaime.

I never thought they'd go that far

Any idea who sent those photos?

No, I don't know.

couldn't stop them this time.

Did the blackmail fund dry up?

I don't understand.

Look, Victor...

I knew you were ambitious,

but I never imagined you were

so resentful or a traitor

The harm you've done my father ..

I'll never forgive you for that.

Sorry, Jaime,

but I think you're a bit overwrought.

Are you're too calm.

-You're making a mistake...
-Listen. you fool.

Even though you take the chair
as the next Director General ,

you'll never be one of us.

Do you know what you've done?

Handed it to Melier on a plate

We'll see.

We'll see.

Get out!

All on your own?

Without a soul in the world

What's your name?

Jaime

Jaime Gil de Biedma.

Bel!

You forgot we were
having lunch together

Yes, I did. I'm sorry.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Do you think it'd work?

I've already been married once. I'm no
good for it. Would you want me to wait

-at home for you. buy your ties?
-We could grow old together

I don't want to grow old.
Neither do you.

Having a place

of our own and being the boss..
that life would kill you.

And you and me?
Shall we go on as always?

Sleeping together
from time to time?

Isn't that good enough for you?

'To know about love, to learn love. .''

Look. Bel.
I've already heard that tune

I don't want to be alone

Is that all you can do?

-Pay and go?
-I'll throw myself at your feet

and beg you to stay with me.

But I am with you.

Hadn't you realised?

That's why I don't want to spoil it.

Please stay.

Only seldom do you the dead
attain freedom.

But the night when you return.
it is yours.

All yours.

Jaime

Promise me you won't do it again.

The hurt your smile reminds me of.

There is so much hardness
of mine in your eyes.

You calm me, for at one time
I was close to you.

The part of your death
that I give myself.

the part of your death
that I took from my harvest.

How could I pay you for it?

Not even the part of
the life we lived together.

How to know that you have forgiven
with me alone at the scene of the crime?

How to be able
to sleep while you tremble

in the saddest corner of my room?

I'll bring you that whisky.

Don't let Jaime drink too much
The doctor's forbidden him to drink.

Don't worry.

A rather untimely title.
Sign it for me, come on.

The calls I've had!

Everybody thinks you're dead.

And I am.

What?
But you've recovered now

-And drinking with friends.
-Well..

All this fuss to end up back here

Do you want those new poets to get

-all the glory?
-Why not?

All the new poets write
about is Venice, rotten gondolas

-and Scipio's tomb.
-Good for them

No-one could be in love with reality.

In the end,
death is the mother of reality.

Just sign that book.

Start writing again. It's not just me
who wants to read your poems.

We're going to the cinema

-on Friday.
-The cinema ..

Don't worry.

It's the one with Dietrich
and the Murcian guy

'Morocco'?

Then count me in

-How are you, Josefa?
-Morning, Mr. Jaime

No, not that one.
Have this one.

Thank you

Mr. Jaime. we're all very worried.

-Do you know what's going to happen?
-Don't you worry, Josefa.

Everything will be fine.

Come in.

How's the monsoon?

Jaime!

Can't you smell it?
You can feel it n the air

You know it's coming but it doesn't.
It's like a constant threat. .

Like everything in this country.
Whisky?

-No, thanks
-Too early in the day?

No, too late.
At this time..

I prefer opium.

I'm glad you've still got a sense
of humour. You're going to need it.

We're closing the Luzon factory
and the Mindanao premises.

They're all out of date,
the whole process is wrong

from production to distribution.

A senseless waste of resources.

Well, this is a colonial concern
Waste is part of the legend

It isn't a colonial concern any more.

Or a family one either

The world's changed

but we're still in time to adapt.

Sure..

Are these in time to adapt?

Arjona, Barata. Charlie de la Cruz..
I know nearly all of them.

That's why I called you

I want you to look after it

I'm no good at that.

And Anglada?

He's no longer with us, I'm afraid

I think he's a photographer now

Jaime. .
do it any way you want.

How's it going, Jaime?

I'm just finishing.

If you get a move on,
I'll take you to lunch at a place

where the food is delicious.

-Really?
-Yes.

-Where?
-In Intramuros

It's fantastic.

Excuse me a minute ..

It is not mine this age.

And if that sound of birds
outside in the garden were mine,

their profusion in small leaves

moving me like intimations.

it would no longer say the same.

awake like someone hearing
obscene breathing.

Day is dawning.

Another day dawns in which I shall not
be invited to happy moments

or to repentance which,
although not ancient ..

Ah, Seigneur. donnez-moi
la force et le courage...

invites me to repent
with some vestige of sincerity

For I have nothing left
to fear but my mistakes.

I remember life. but where is it?

For me, writing a poem

is like having a secret.

It's like making love and delaying
orgasm as long as possible

I find it hard now

My poetry is the result
of the invention of an identity.

Once identity is assumed,
nothing stimulates the imagination less

than being what you are.

Furthermore. .

one's maturity
is a silly time in life

when the only intimacy is headaches,

and paradoxically life
starts becoming alarmingly short

because you spend the whole day
worrying about your fear of death.

Excuse me a moment.

-Jaime. please. .
-Yes?

-Will you sign this?
-Of course What's your name?

Benjamin.

The look on those new poets' faces!
It was as if they'd seen God

They're young and very impressionable

Do you know my assistant?

Less than I'd like to

Have you read Sagarra's column?

No.

''The presentation
of Tusquet Editors last night

was attended by
the whole ''Gauche Divine' .

-What do you think of the name?
-A good label , with a future.

That's what ''Tele-Express'' says.

So I' do a photo session with you
as one of its most outstanding members

If it's on the left I'm not connected
and as for ''divine'', even less so.

-I'll take my jacket off, shall I?
-Yes.

I'll do the session
but on one condition.

You really don't mind me doing this?

Collita knows me inside out.

Shit, you look so much like my father.

That's a good start.

I'm not calling you old, you know

only knew him when he was young.

What's the matter?
Do you feel old?

Old and a failure.

For fuck's sake!

You've got money,
people listen to you.

-love you
-Then vanish and leave me on my own.

No profile shots.
They show my double chin.

Your trouble is no-one's
ever looked after you properly

You gypsies are so clever.

-Who said I was a gypsy?
-Look ..

you and I shouldn't waste
any more time.

Or the next time we meet,
I'll be too old.

Go on, please, turn sideways.

Was it your first time?

Yeah.

Don't lie to me so soon.

The first time I've felt something

Pleasure? Love?

Yeah.

-Yeah what?
-Yeah

Tell me about yourself

What else do you want to know?

Shit!

If I'm late they' kill me!

Did you do military service?

In Galicia, as a second lieutenant.

So stand to attention

and present arms.

-For the taxi
-All that?

-You want me to buy one?
-Take it.

-Shall I see you again?
-You'd better

I'm leaving my equipment here.

Hey..

could you lend me?

some cash to buy a motorbike?

We're incapable of seeing
a landscape except literarily

There's no such thing
as unspoilt nature

Will you leave nature alone?

Nature is all that literature is not.

-It might be reality.
-The same thing

Nature evokes

the idea of what is
the same as itself but reality ..

-changes
-The use of the word probably comes

from the Counter-Reformation

No, I think it's 19th-century

Only after Kant and Newton, when
the religious worldview disappeared,

was the concept of reality accepted.

Is it true you're a photographer?

Yes, but I left all that behind.
I didn't like

-the people.
-Why?

Too many queers.

Know what the sailors are saying

-in the taverns?
-No.

That you've been made consul .

Yes, Honorary Consul
of the Philippines in Barcelona.

-What the devil does that mean?
-I don't know.

Till now I'd only felt
like the Consul of Sodom.

Where's Sodom?

Sodom is everywhere, dear.

-Are you a consul too?
-No.

Toni's a prince.

How romantic.

-And I want to be a princess
-You already are.

The most beautiful princess

of the Mare Nostrum.

Wanna dance. Your Highness?

What do you want now, youth.

you impudent delight of life?

What brings you to the beach?

We old ones were content

until you came along to wound us

by reviving the most fearful
of impossible dreams.

You come to rummage
through our imaginations.

You'd better like this place
because it's our house now.

Not here!

What? Don't I eat

like your friends?

don't know how they eat.

I'll look next time.

embarrass you, don't I?

Very much.

blush all the time.

Jaime

Show me how to do it.

Do what?

Te me how to dress,

what cologne to use.

It's important to me.

All right

If you insist.

Lorenzo cuts my hair.

There are more modern styles now.

A razor cut would be best for you.

have my suits made by Santa Eulalia

but I give them the cloth.
I bring it from Hong Kong.

Shoes? That depends.

Shoes at Sebaga's go up
in half-sizes, as in America

but who can resist
the feel of Lotus leather?

Cologne .. neither too sweet-smelling

nor with too much alcohol.

I wear Eau Sauvage but...

something like Dandy Parera
would be better for you.

Rioja is a classic.

They haven't discovered
Valladolid wines yet.

Remember this, Toni.
the future lies in Duero wines.

Don't stick your nose in it!

Hey, you're supposed
to be with me. aren't you?

So what are you looking at?

He must be stupid.

It's on green for him.

Come on, mate!

Cross!

Dad!

Where are you going?

What are you doing here?
Dad, it's me, Jaime.

I have to get to work.
I like to be the first to get in

Mum said you're going
to Segovia tomorrow.

It'll do you both a world of good.

Come on.

Come here, Adonis.

Here.

If you don't like it. too fucking bad.
because I can't swap it.

Come here.

You mean ''exchange it'.

Okay. but open it.

You really shouldn't have.

It's beautiful.

Time is all I ask of you.

Do you love me?

Calm down, Luis,

please.
Mum's had enough.

Don't upset her any more

Mr Jaime!

My dear friend.

Where were you?

He asked

for you till the very end.

He's here.

Go and see him. my son

What are you doing?

You thank me. father,
by accompanying me with this trust

that your death
has created between the two of us.

You can give me nothing.

I can give you nothing

That is why you understand me. '

'What do you want now, youth.

you impudent delight of life?'

Dead dogs

don't bite.

A toast to our host.

-Jaime Gil de Biedma.
-Cheers!

Francisco Franco Bahamonde.

Dead!

I won't drink

to Franco's death.
After all, we let him die in his sleep.

It'll be hard for women to bury him.

Shut up! You've always got
Virginia Woolf up your cunt.

-Don't be vulgar.
-Let's drop the subject, shall we?

All this talking
might bring him back to life.

You lot didn't have it so bad.

The trouble is, you want it all.

Money.

a clear conscience..

Why don't you admit
you're all right-wing?

I don't have any trouble about it.

I'm right-wing.

I want a good car, a good house.

I want to be rich
I'm right-wing

I want to be rich
I'm right-wing

You lout.

The lad did his military service
in the elite corps and that

left its mark on him.

The oven's useless
I've told him it needs changing

-but he won't listen.
- It smells good

You're a great cook.
Are you all right?

Everyone's thirsty.

The most charming lady of the party.

Go on.

Is he angry?

-My little soldier boy!
-Can't you see I'm doing the food?

One day the food, then the ironing.

-then the washing. .
-Fuck off!

Don't give me advice.
Give me addresses

Where's the ice?

Tell me, Juan.

What would have happened if Teresa

had married Pijoaparte?

He'd have beaten her to death

Don't provoke him, Jaime.

I think that democracy will see

the birth of a modern, new nation ..
but at the wrong moment.

And that nothing

we do will make us any younger.

But Jaime.

everyone's expecting you
to make a comeback as a poet.

I'd already said all I had to say.

And that's all, folks

Three short books of poems

that fit into a single volume.

But. .

Drop it.

With each unwritten book
his fame increases.

-I suggest we found a new religion.
-By God, no!

-I'm still traumatised by Catholicism
-Don't worry.

In my religion the faithful

will meet at nightfall to drink

and forget about each day's shame.

All will be love and poetry.

I'll translate: everybody
will fuck more. I'll drink to that.

-Cheers
-Cheers

-What a snowfall!
-And we hadn't realised.

-Take care. Jaime.
-You too.

The end of an age.

Bye, Jaime.

What about them?

Why aren't they leaving?

They've got chains

Toni!

We have a bad poem.

As we're not doing it for cash,
no-one will justify us.

You think I'm an unjustified poet.

No, no, no

You're a tutti-frutti poet

'Beneath the zenithal lemons.

my joy saved by strawberries.

Eating plum ..''

What does your family do?

Don't you like poetry?

I'm not as clever as your boyfriend

He's not my boyfriend

So who is he?

A special friend.

You're one too, aren't you?

No.

I'm his slave.

His slave?

But he doesn't mistreat you

Slaves shouldn't be mistreated. .

just treated like slaves, that's all .

Really?

How are slaves treated?

Like this?

Or this...?

You all planned this!

What are you doing?

-What. .?
-Keep away from him!

What are you doing, you animal?

Hit me again and we're through

Let's get out of here!

What's the matter?

-Get out!
-All right, all right.

All right!

Oh dear ..

just when I'd found
a line with no fruit

You think this is funny?

This is appalling.

What the hell have you done?

Who are you to throw people
out of my home?

-Our home!
-Ah. really?

The Count and Countess of Ultramont?

Don't treat me like a faggot!

No?

How shall I treat you?
Like a ..

-gypsy?
-Say that again.

Well. well, the little
gypsy bastard's pissed off.

The one who was going to look after me

Get out!

Out of my house!

What are you laughing at?

Pijoaparte.

Take the car keys.

Go

The fact that life was to be taken
seriously we understand only later

Like all young people,

I was going to change the world.

I wanted to make my mark

and withdraw to applause.

Growing old. dying..

it was all a question
of the size of the theatre.

But time has passed

and I see the unpleasant truth.

Growing old. dying..

is the play's only plot

You can't wait here.
Sit in the stalls

-or wait for me in the cafe,.
-All right.

Why have you left your retinue

and your snow-white horses

to stroll through such a dark place
in the company of a barbarian?

Hold on.

Hold on a minute, Pep.

I don't know
what's wrong with you, Pep

You're a good actor, all right?

Right. From now on,
when you come out here,

do me a fucking favour
and leave your personal problems

in the dressing room.

want to get out, Jaime. .
don't know what I want.

Didn't you want to get experience
in Los Angeles or New York?

-And didn't you talk me out of it?
-No. Pep.

It's a question of what you want.
What you want

What are you doing?

I can't always be thinking of people.

If I want to kiss you, I will .

Just remember that till my mother dies

I'm not a queer.

Bah! Come on

CONSULS OF SODOM

It could be that new virus.

-AIDS.
-The one that affects homosexuals?

Yes. Kaposi's sarcoma is one of
the illnesses deriving from the virus.

We could ask for more tests

but there's no point here

Go to Paris or New York.

Paris then. Don't they call
it the disease of love?

I'll go to the Hotel
des Invalides if possible.

Will I lose my mental faculties?

It's possible.

Have you any relatives?

Or close friends?

Yes.

No interruptions

What's the matter?

I've got Kaposi's cancer

I don't want you
going through this. Pep.

I ought to die on my own.

I'm not leaving you on your own.

I'll take care of you

Who'll look after you
when you're sick?

That's in the future.
Maybe there'll be a cure by then.

Have you ever taken
time out to look at swans

with their
disproportionately long necks?

They look almost monstrous..

but end just in time

That's how Bel was.

So beautiful

Bursting with energy...

and with a tragic aura
and a clownish side to her

that was always there.

wonder how many I've given it to.

Don't think about that

The past doesn't matter now

Life is sometimes so short

and complete that a minute,
when let it and you let it,

runs faster and lasts a long time

Life is sometimes richer

and during the week invites us both
to go together into its palace

or on Sundays to jerk and jolt.

It's then that life can be counted
in units of your love

so small that they are forgotten
amid the happiness.

amid the confusion

Life sometimes is so little

and so intense.
if that's your pleasure...

Even the pain you cause me

brings another meaning
to being of this word.

Life, then, is us

to the most evil extreme

For loving each other is a punishment

and living together an abyss.

I thought so.

Love poems.

Don't worry, you'll grow out of it.

Don't listen to me.

Deep down. I envy you

There's only one way
to experience poetry

and that's when you're young.

Write about love

or trams..

But write.

-Jaime.
-Yes?

They're waiting for us.

-Thank you.
-Not at all.

Pep ..

Yes?

After supper..

I want to get lost
in the darkness of the night.

Alone.

So what now?

Nothing.

JAIME GIL DE BIEDMA DIED
AT HIS HOME IN BARCELONA

JAIME GIL DE BIEDMA DIED
AT HIS HOME IN BARCELONA

ON 8TH JANUARY, 1990.
AT THE AGE OF 60