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Tangier, in northern Morocco,
has long been a land of immigration.

Only miles from Spain,

its status of international city, then of Spanish protectorate,
made it a melting pot for languages and cultures.

Fleeing Franco, a large Spanish
community settled there in the 1930s.

Some left, others remained, deeply attached
to a land to which they feel they belong...

I'll take some cinnamon.

Khadija, I'll take some bread.

- Nice and warm.
- Sure.

Here you are, dear.

This one's good.

Lovely.

This all right?

Goodbye!

Enjoy.

Good morning.

These look wonderful!

They’re sweet, very tasty...

Thank you, ma'am.

- Hello, Mohammed!
- Hello...

You know, last week I had three
with double-yolks.

You're lucky.

- How’s your family?
- Fine, we're making do.

Life...

- How much?
- Ten dirhams.

Ah yes, ten.

Half a kilo of tangerines.

MALAGA STREET

- Hi, boys!
- Hello, Maria Ángeles!

Hello, my daughter.

- I'll take care of it...
- Let me.

You must be tired from your trip.

It's not like I came from China.

Travel is always exhausting.

Airports, the lines,
the people, the baggage...

I asked you
to get rid of all this, Mom.

I'm going to,

but I haven't had time yet.

Come on.
Freshen up and come have lunch.

You must be starving.

Yes?

No, I don't have a loyalty program.

No, I don't like that.

Yes, that's it.

Goodbye, dear.

What a pain.

- Hello Maria.
- Hello.

Hello, Idder.

Hello, Maria Angeles.

Welcome back, Clara!

- It's been ages.
- I've been very busy. How are you?

Fine, thank God!

Here. Awful!

Nothing but gossip.

Good for wrapping.

Want some warm almonds?

Sure.

Send some water up later, please.

Yes, of course.

Hassan, don’t forget the water. Ok?

Ok.

You know that frustrations
can give you diabetes?

At my age, that's not good.

It's enough I have high blood pressure.

When will you bring the kids?

It's not a good time, Mom.

I'm still sorting things with Ignacio.
You know that.

I'm just glad he took
Sonia and Victor this week.

Yes, of course.

Anyway, I'm so glad you're here.

A year without you coming home is a lot.

You know I didn't have time.
I'm swamped at the hospital.

If you were a nurse, you'd know.

I barely even see my children.

And you might've come
to see us in Madrid.

You have no obligations
keeping you here.

- Hello, Maria Angeles!
- Hi, Larbi!

How are you?

Good and you?

- Fine.
- Hello, Larbi.

I'm so happy to see little Clara again!

- How are you?
- Good.

You look great.

Thank you.

No tocino de cielo?

No, thanks.

Hamid, bring a tocino.
Quickly please.

Remember? As a girl,
you gobbled them up!

I had to hide them to get you to stop.

Yes...

Eat it, ok?

- See you later!
- Bye!

Shall I do your nails later?

No.

I don't feel like it.

But thanks.

You must take care of yourself, Clara.

You must not let yourself go.

You’re young, make the most of it.

Fine.

I'll take care of myself
when I have time, ok?

You know what?

I'm going to indulge.

To die from.

- Did we have to come today?
- She'll be so happy!

- You!?
- Your mom in?

Yes!

Mom!

I just got in.

That's great!

My darling!

What a surprise!

You look beautiful.
Have dinner with us.

Some other day.

- Plenty to eat, come in!
- I just got in. Another day?

I cooked the anchovy tagine
you like, come in!

- You know how she is.
- When she cooks, you must eat.

Seriously?

I never asked anything from you!

Son of a bitch!

I never told you that. Never!

Because they’re your children too!

I've always made things simple for you!

Ok, fine! Fine!

Are you ok?

I need money, Mom.

I'm going to sell the flat.

But I thought it was a rental.

I'm talking about this flat.

You’re talking about my home?

I can't get by on 1,700 euros a month.

Since the divorce, things are bad.

Everything is too expensive.
Food, clothes...

I found a bargain
on the outskirts of Madrid.

I can get a transfer
to a nearby hospital.

I’m going to buy,
stop throwing my money away on rent.

I need to get my head above water.

And I need cash for the down payment.

How dare you come here
after all this time

and talk such nonsense?

Come live with me in Madrid.

You’ll be able to spend time
with Sonia and Victor.

Enjoy your grandchildren.

It's the right moment.

You say you don't see them enough.

Because you don’t bother
bringing them to visit!

Stop it, Mom!

You know how complicated it's been
the last few years.

You know it!

Travel costs money.

And making money is tough for me.

Hard to grasp since you never
worked in your life!

I know! At the Cervantes box office,
50 years ago!

I'm talking about a real job.

If you move to Madrid,
everything will be sorted.

I'm not leaving Tangier.

I was born here.

And I will die here.

I was sure you'd say that.
I knew it.

And you won't sell my home!

Your home? They're walls, Mom.

Only walls!

Dad bought this place for a song.

But now it's worth some money.

All this space
and you're always in your corner!

You don't even have money
to maintain it!

I'm sorry, Mom.
But the flat is in my name.

Dad did that to make it easier
if there was a problem one day.

It was a difficult decision,

but it has been made.

Good morning, Mom.

You're not having breakfast with me?

It's ridiculous not to talk to me.

Where are you going so early?
At least tell me.

Wait for me, I'll go with you.

For Sister Josefa, from Maria Angeles.

I don’t understand
how she can do such a thing.

For forty years,
I've lived in that house.

Can you believe it?

And she comes and tells me,
just like that...

Without consulting me beforehand.

This last-minute visit

seemed strange to me...

It's true that José Manuel
put the house in her name.

But he would never have imagined

that she could do such a thing.

Never!

Remember how she was as a child?

Sweet.

Always cheerful.

Full of smiles.

It’s as if she were someone else.

A stranger...

A bitter, dried-up stranger.

She backs me up against a wall.

So what do I do now?

No.

Don't rush to answer me.

In any case,

I'm sure you break your vow of silence
in your sleep.

Where have you been, Mom?
I was worried.

You didn't say you'd be out all day.

You need a cell.
I've been telling you for years.

Sit down, please.
I need to talk to you.

I had a real estate agent come over.

He says the building is old,
but well-maintained.

He thinks we can sell the flat
at a good price.

And fairly quickly.

There is demand.

But it must be emptied
as soon as possible.

He says buyers are discouraged
when a place is still occupied.

I have to prepare everything
before I go back, Mom.

I know it's quick, but I have no choice.

I'll help you, I'll set everything up.

Please, Mom.

Come live with me in Madrid.

No.

Then I have another solution.

A spot has opened up

at the Spanish Seniors' Residence
in Tangier.

You mean someone died?

As a longtime Tangier resident,
it's free.

And you have priority
over Spaniards from other cities.

But we need to confirm now.
Or we'll lose our slot.

No way.

Do you have another solution?

Can you afford to pay rent?

Because I can't.

Dad's pension
won't even cover a room nowadays.

What is keeping you here?

Half of your friends have died

and the other half left for Spain,
to be with their children.

Who do you have left? Josefa?

Why stay in Morocco
if you can be with your family?

I don't get it!

Please, Mom...

Please.
I never asked you for a thing.

Not one cent.

This is the first time I ask for help
since I left, at 17.

I've always gotten by on my own.
Always.

But now, I can't!

Not bad. I'll take the chandelier.

Hello.

Hello.

This is Abslam,
the antique dealer I told you about.

He's here to see what furniture
he can buy.

Most of this furniture
is not worth much.

I'll take it off your hands
for a symbolic price.

The record player, too.

Not the record player!

Mom, we've spoken about this.

May I see the bedroom?

Yes, of course. This way.

Excuse me.

This bedroom set is all right.

A little polish, and it'll be fine.

Can you give this to Sonia from me?

This belonged to grandma, right?

To my grandma.

All right. She’ll love it.

Here. There's probably
a lot of junk in there.

You take what you need,

and give the rest away.

I've got more for you upstairs.

And you'll find... the paella pan!

You've always coveted that.

You finally got it, didn’t you?

Bye.

Can I give you the furniture money
when the flat is sold?

Unless you need it, of course.

I don't care.

A lot of things have changed
since I got here 2 years ago.

We now attach great importance
to meals and activities.

That’s essential.

- You were born in Tangier, Mrs. Muñoz?
- Yes, I was born here.

And what was your line of work?

I took care of my husband and daughter.

And I sold tickets at the
Cervantes Theatre until it closed.

Lucky you.

Tangier must have been something,
back then.

How about your husband?

He worked in management
for the Hotel Rif.

Interesting.
Here, you'll feel like it's a hotel.

We take care of everything.

Your accommodations,

meals, medical assistance.

We have PT, a podiatrist.

And, mind you, a hairdresser.

Because you can look pretty
at any age, right?

How are the days structured?

Good question.

Our schedule is very well thought out.

At 7:30, breakfast.

At 11am,

we have a rosary recitation
on the terrace.

So residents can chat,
spend time together.

Interact.
We think forming bonds is crucial.

Noon, lunch.

At 4:30pm, snack time.

5pm, another gathering
and rosary recitation.

7pm is dinner,

and, by 9pm at the latest,
we're off to bed.

So we're in good shape the next day.

On certain days,

we do a little exercise to keep fit.

The residents love that.

But of course,
you can also have time for yourself.

To take a walk in the garden,
to get some air.

Whatever you like.

Sure you don’t need my help
getting settled?

No need. Mbarek is waiting for you.

Ok. Then I'll be off.

The dealer's coming for the furniture,
and my flight is at 8pm.

I put a SIM card in it
and saved my number.

It’ll make it easier to reach you.

Ok, Mom...

I'll come back from Madrid

to sign the paperwork
as soon as we find a buyer.

Take good care, all right?

You take care, too.

Something else?

No, thank you.

Enjoy your meal.

- Something else?
- Yes. Bread.

- Mrs. Muñoz?
- Yes?

- Everything ok?
- Yes.

- Do you need help?
- No, thanks.

If you need anything we're here.

And one, two, three, four.
That's it.

You sure of your move?

Lucky guy.

I can take your piece here.

So take it, I don't care.

Hello there!
How are you today?

Fine, thank you.

Such a beautiful lady
must want to have her hair done!

- Thank you, but no.
- Let me see.

Yes. Looks good.

Nezha, show the lady in the mirror.

No need!

Allow me.

I can give you a lovely cut,
to enhance your face.

See? Look.

No, I don't want to cut it.

I must say, the hair quality is great.

So I'll give you a stylish cut,

just above the ears.

I said no.

It'll look fabulous!

- And easier to manage.
- I said I don't want to cut it.

Trust me. You'll look gorgeous!

If you're bored,
go cut your pussy hair.

But you won't touch my hair.

No worries.

It seems you’re in a mood today.

We'll be back tomorrow,
when you feel better.

It's true.
I'll be better off in Madrid,

with my daughter
and my grandchildren.

Though my stay here
has been wonderful...

But I must make the most of my time,

enjoy them as much as I can.

Every minute counts.

I totally understand.

Totally.

In any case, if you're in Tangier,
please come visit.

Of course, with pleasure.

I'll come back to Tangier now and then.

Hello, Maria Angeles. I'm outside.

Hello, Clara.

It's not Clara, it's Mbarek.

I'm here, outside the residence.

Yes, Mbarek is coming
to take me to the airport.

No! I won't miss the flight.

Yes, I'm with Doctor Tovar.

Can you hear me?

Wait, let me move.

I hear you fine, darling.

- My daughter says hello.
- Give her my best.

He says hello back.

Yes, he's a lovely man.

I'm at the door.

That's fine.

All right, bye!

Talk to you later. Bye.

Kids!
Always worried about their parents.

Only natural.

That's life.

- Hello!
- Hello, Mbarek!

Everything ok?

- Let me.
- All good.

To the airport?

Are you pulling my leg?
You're taking me home.

All right.

Idder!

Idder!

Idder!

Hello!

Ah, Maria Angeles!

Can you send me some bread,
sugar, and milk?

Yes, right away!

Ah, and coffee too!

Ok!

- Hello.
- Hello, Hassan.

Here, for the electricity.

And get a receipt!

For the water,
or they'll cut that off too.

- And coffee for you.
- Thank you.

Here, your groceries.

- The phone bill?
- No more landline!

I have a cell now.

- Good for you. Bye!
- Bye, Hassan!

Son of a bitch.

I'm here for my furniture.

- What furniture?
- The flat on Calle Malaga.

I paid your daughter.

I'm here to buy it back.

How much is it for everything?

38,000 dirhams.

That's much more
than you paid my daughter.

Fine.

Here's 18,000 dirhams.

For my bedroom set
and my record player.

And I'll buy off the rest
bit by bit.

For the bedroom set, fine.

But the record player
has already been sold.

You can choose another one.

No! I want my record player.

Who bought it?

I don't know, ma'am.
I don't know him.

I have to get it back
no matter what!

Do you hear me? You have to find it.

I can't get by
without my record player!

That's your problem, ma'am.

Not mine.

I buy, and I sell.

That’s it, very good.

Please be careful in the corners.

It's delicate furniture.

And it means a lot to me.

Yes, very good.

Good.

All set.

Khalid.

You were so right!

To score at minute 90!
They must win!

Dinner's on me tonight!

- You think I believe that?
- You wish!

This is the flat.
It's spacious, luminous...

Yes, lots of sunlight.

Everytime I walk in, I feel good.

It's on the street, but it's quiet.

It's a quiet street.

The small sitting room.

You could convert it.

It could be a dining room.

The larger sitting room.

- Nice and big.
- Lovely.

Yes, and high ceilings.

Like all these old buildings.

There is a market around the corner.

The style is classical.

Yes, I like it.

See how luminous it is. And spacious.

These are the original handles.

This is cedar wood.

Not the cheap stuff you find nowadays.

- In new buildings.
- Yes.

These are good materials.

Frankly, it's a bargain.

This kind of property
sells really fast.

Everything works.

The faucets, the plumbing,
the central heating.

That's it.

I don't have a penny left.

And that son of a bitch antique dealer
will sell it all soon.

Sorry, that bastard antique dealer.

"I buy and sell." Bastard.

He sold my record player.
That son of a...

Vultures!

Guys like him...

That's what they are.

Waiting for us to die
so they can pick us to the bone.

She bought it for me.

Hardly ever called in years,
and now... every day!

Hello, Clara.

Fine.

The food is very healthy.
Today we had cod.

Yes, like two days ago.

Yes, I've been exercising.

I don't know,
but I feel weird in a leotard.

I know, the others
aren't beauty queens, but...

Yeah.

- Hello, Idder.
- Hello, Maria Angeles!

What's warm?

Chickpeas.

Just a little.

Yes, of course.

Here.

This is for yesterday, too.

Perfect.

- Maria!
- Hello, Khalid.

A Rio, Idder, please.

Can you open my tab again?

- Starting tomorrow?
- With pleasure.

I'd like a Rio, too.

Thank you.

- And a Rio for the lady!
- Thank you.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Tell me, Maria Angeles,
are you Barça or Real Madrid?

Neither!

Either way, Barça's going to win.

Damn soccer fans.

Especially him.

He spends his days doing nothing.

All waiting for the semi-final
like waiting for... the Messiah.

Well "Messi-ah" is gone now.

The Copa del Rey semis are days away.

Without Messi.

Ah...

Anyway...
it's always something.

No Copa del Rey? It's La Liga.
No Liga? Then it's Copa del Rey.

It's non-stop.

What good is soccer?

Only the players pocket the millions,
not them.

And smart café owners like Kacem
turn a buck off it.

Well, see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, Maria Angeles!

Khalid!

Where are you watching the game?

At Kacem's, probably.

And if it's too crowded,
I'll go to Saïd's.

Both cafés have the game on.

- And what is there to eat?
- Nothing.

You have to buy food at the store.

And how much is a beer?

Are you joking? Cafés don't sell beer.

- Thank you, Khalid.
- No worries.

Want to help me get my furniture back?

Sure.

- You covered the neighborhood?
- Yes!

- Even the cafés?
- No! Not the competition!

Right. Silly me.

Pass me the onions.

- Post it on Facebook?
- Facebook is outdated.

I posted on Insta and TikTok.

Look.

Hello!

Want to watch the game?
Come to Maria Angeles' place!

We have tortillas,

and beer...

Who will win this game?

Atletico de Madrid?

Or Réal Bétis?

It's great!

I want to see you all here!

- You like it?
- I love it!

Khalid!

Can you come up for a moment?

And why not?

You get ten dirhams
for every person you bring.

I don't see the problem.

And of course it's free for you.

I feel bad doing it.

You'll make extra money,
that's always good.

I don't like the idea of making
money off you.

Business...

is business!

Listen...

Good.

Come on, get to work!

- In the kitchen?
- No, the dining room.

Got me some customers?

I'm trying. I must be discreet.

If the café owners find out,
it's trouble.

Don't worry.

- I'm counting on you!
- Ok, bye!

Bye.

Here come the last ones!

These boxes were a great idea.

Yes! It’s looking good.

This is it!

Hi, Khalid.

Come on in, guys!

- Hi, Maria Angeles...
- Hi.

- That’s all I could find.
- No problem.

Take care of them!

Hello, Clara!

Yes, just fine.

What?

No! I can't hear you very well.

It's so noisy here.

So noisy!

Naturally.

They're watching La Liga.
These old folks sure get into it!

Well, you know what Tangier is like
when it comes to soccer.

What?
I can hardly hear you.

Listen... I'd better hang up.

I don't want to be antisocial.

Yes, talk to you later!

Bye!

I'm here to...

I want my rocking chair.

That's the price I paid for it.

Fine.

Here.

For the rocking chair,
and the vase.

And you deliver them to my house.

A mixture of dried fruits,

still water,

and sodas.

Hassan, please prepare
a dried fruit mix,

water and soda.

- Chips?
- Not that.

And paper napkins.

Fine.

- Anything else?
- No, that’s all, thanks.

He doesn't seem to like
the competition.

Let him be more creative.
Competition is healthy.

Not my fault
he's always pulling a face.

It drives customers away.

- You’re right.
- Sure.

Send it all to my place, ok?

You got it! See you next time.

Hello, Ahmed.

Hello, Maria Angeles.

Don't bother, I'll do that.

Did you repair Maria Antonia's grave?

Sorry. I haven't had the time.

But you’re going to?

Yes, but there's no hurry.
No one has come for her in 40 years.

But I come.

I'll take care of it.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

That's fine.

No, it shouldn't catch.

It should glide smoothly, in and out.

Very kind of you, thanks.
But don't bother.

You could've sent someone.

You didn't have to come yourself.

I do my job, that's all.

And I like things done right.

Let's see...

Yes, much better.

- You're sure it's empty?
- We're on our own.

A Spanish lady lived here.

An old lady, poor thing...

- You look good in that dress.
- Really, you like it?

And what's underneath?

I missed you.

You missed me?

A week without seeing you?

You don't tell my daughter I'm here,

I won’t tell her you fuck girls
in her flat.

- But...
- But nothing.

A breach of trust in your position...

That would cost you your job. For sure.

But... it's up to you.

Fine.

I'll leave when the flat is sold.

By the way,
I want a day's warning before visits.

And no visits on game days.

Liga and Copa.

And not too early in the morning either.

I like to take my time for breakfast.

You should've seen them! She was...

When she saw me...

And him, with that hairy butt!

The girl ran off.
He won't fuck her again.

He nearly had a heart attack.

I bet you every time he comes now
he'll see my face!

Remember? When we were little

we caught the math teacher

screwing the Spanish teacher
in the toilet. Same thing!

The main thing is,
he won't dare say a word to Clara.

I've got him by the balls.

- Like this?
- A little to the left.

It's just that...
it needs to be perfectly centered.

I was working at the Cervantes
when Antonio Machin

came to sing in Tangier, you know?

Antonio Machin...

You know who that is?

Antonio who?

You're pulling my leg!

Ok, that's fine.

Come, I have a job for you.

This rocking chair has big holes in it.

They weren't there before.

I'm not saying it's from your store,
but it sort of is.

Forty-five years
I've been doing this job.

My family thinks I'm crazy.

Everybody tells me to open a café,

instead of selling old junk.

That it pays better.

They should butt out.

I have no wife, no children.

What I do is up to me.

I have a lead on the record player.

- Really? That's wonderful!
- Yes.

But I still have to make sure.

Of course.

I can bring the rest
of your things if you want.

You'll pay me little by little,
when you can.

Thanks, but...

I cannot accept.

I'll take them when I've paid.

Want to stay and watch a game?
Tonight is a classic.

Barça - Real.

No.

I don't like soccer.

Do you like tapas?

Croquetas, please!

- Chicken or fish?
- Chicken!

- Chicken over here!
- Got it!

- A tortilla here.
- Coming up!

Coming!

- What?
- An NA beer.

Alcohol-free beer.

- Tapas?
- Tomato toast.

A tortilla too?

Penalty!

Penalty? You're dreaming!

Are you blind? You need glasses!

Screw you!

Easy, easy!

Calm down, please.

Calm down!

Can you hear me now?

In my house, no fighting!

Is that clear?

All right, Maria.

You guys screwed up!

Are you here to fight or watch?

- Bye. Sorry for the trouble.
- No worries.

- Bye.
- Good night.

- Thanks, Maria Angeles.
- Goodbye.

Thank you, Maria Angeles. Great!

Good night.

No, wait.

- For today.
- No.

They're your customers now.
You'll pay me for the new ones.

- All right?
- Ok.

- Thanks.
- Good night!

May I help?

No need, thanks.

Are you sure?

Well, if you insist...

I have to leave. My Mom's waiting.

- Fine.
- Good night.

- Thanks, sweetie.
- Thank you.

I'm going to do the dishes.

It turns out...

He's not a bastard.

Maybe I judged him too quickly.

Besides,

he's not bad either.

It's true that I never liked bald men.

But on him,

I don't know...

It suits him.

It makes him look...

virile.

And he's very tall.

This way, please.

Here.

Ok.

Against the wall.

All right.

Thank you.
The rest in the living room...

Want some?

Maria Angeles, the police are here.

Want some?

But they're just neighborhood friends.

Can't I invite them over
to watch the game?

But your friends pay you.

Just a small contribution.

And you sell alcohol!

That's illegal.

And you know that, ma'am.

It's only beer.
I have non-alcoholic, too.

Maria Angeles, please.

We don't want to cause you trouble.
In memory of Mr. Muñoz.

You know how much I appreciated him.

And it was mutual, you know that.

All we ask

is that you stop,
and never to do this again.

Impossible.

It's a Liga game.

Barça - Atlético.

I can't stop it.

Okay for this time.
But this is the last game!

All right.

Since it's the last one,

come on in for a moment.

It's almost finished.

Let me offer you a beer.

Alcohol-free.

Enjoy!

Something else?

Some croquetas, tapas?

Score again!

All right, I'm off.

- I found your record player.
- Really?

But it's not in Tangier.

It's in Asilah.

Have you ever been in a convertible?

No.

All right...

Good night.

Good night.

This way.

What's your bottom price?

No less than 3000.

No, no. That's too much.

Take off 500 dirhams.

No way. That's a good price.

A good price?
I know prices. That's abusive.

Just for you...

you know what?

I'll take off 100 dirhams.

Not one dirham more.

You take off 500 dirhams,

or forget it.

Sorry, I can't.

That's it, tell him we'll take it.

No, trust me.

We don't want it anymore.

Up to you.

Why is your daughter
no longer selling the flat?

The flat is still for sale.

She just doesn't know I moved back in.

And what will you do
after it's sold?

I don't know.

I'll see.

About the record player,
you're sure of your plan?

Yes.

Sir!

Don't look at him, keep walking.

Sir!

Mister!

- Still want the record player?
- I can't hear you.

- My hearing aid broke.
- The record player...

We'll work it out.

Welcome.

I missed it so much.

Looking for something?

No.

Just a record I liked listening to.

But it doesn't matter.

It was probably left behind.

What matters is
you found the record player.

Thanks, Abslam.

Have a good rest.

You too, Maria Angeles.

You went back to Asilah at this hour?

Twenty-two years...

Can you believe it?

The last time
was twenty-two years ago.

It's simple.

José-Manuel, may he rest in peace,

died almost 20 years ago.

And we hadn't done anything

for ages before that.

José Manuel...

He was a good man,
you know it.

A good husband.

But what I felt now,

gives me shivers!

I shouldn't say this out loud.

But...

it was magical.

When I felt his hand

on my skin.

His caresses...

And then...

his lips.

His mouth.

And his body.

His tongue.

He did incredible things to me.

Things I cannot tell you...

I cannot.

Things with his tongue...

Down there.

I didn't think it possible
to feel such sensations.

It was so sweet,

so delicious.

I know.

No need to tell me. It's shameful.

But it was so damn good.

And I had an orgasm.

Just like that.

With his head down there!

Afterward,

he came on top of me.

And oh my, his penis...

when he penetrated me!

I almost...

feel like crying.

Here, ma'am.

- Thank you!
- Goodbye.

Here I am.

All right.

When Clara was little,

I'd go to that store
to get churros for her breakfast.

I'd wake her up when I got home
so she'd eat them hot.

She loved it.

I used to buy them there as well.

Maybe we crossed paths many times.

Why is she so harsh with you?

I'm sure you've been a good mother.

You know,

sometimes when kids grow up,

you no longer understand a thing.

You look beautiful.

You're not too bad either.

You know what these
little spots are called?

No.

"Cemetery flowers".

I like flowers.

I just love this!

Hi there.

Meringue.

My specialty.

Delicious, huh?

Too sweet.

I have to watch my figure.

So you won't replace me with some kid.

I will never replace you with some kid.

You're biting me!

- I like biting you.
- And I like kissing you.

Be right back.

Your turn.

No visits today, I'm busy.

We got an offer.
Your daughter accepted.

The flat is being sold.

For sure?

Yes, the buyer has signed the contract.

You must vacate as agreed, ok?

Thank you.

Who was it?

The neighbor. She'll be back later.

This looks great!

You've done so well, my love!

It's wonderful!

From now on, you do the cooking.

Ok with you?

You know,
you make me very happy.

Very happy.

See that little red house,
over there?

That's where I was born.

So, you're a daughter of the Kasbah.

Bent el Kasbah.

You got me accustomed

To all these things

And you taught me

How marvelous they are

Are you for Real or Osasuna?

- What?
- Real or Osasuna?

Even if you're not for Madrid
that's fine.

Champions, champions!

Let's go for another one, come on!

A third one!

I'll be right back.

Ok.

Now I understand everything.

In fact, you're crazy.

You don't need a retirement home,
you need an asylum.

When the contract's ready I'm signing.

I might be crazy,

but I won't leave my house
as long as I live.

And if you want me out, this time,

you'll have to throw me out.

So go tell the new owners

there's a crazy old woman
from Tangier living here.

And that if they want her out,

they'll have to call the police.

For Sister Josefa, from Maria Angeles.

Well, Josefa...

I didn't expect you
to play such a nasty trick on me.

I didn't see this coming.

Well...

I'll tell you what I came to say.

After all,

I'm used to you
not being very talkative.

That's it.
She's back to close the sale.

She thinks I'll move

to Madrid if I have no choice.
But no... No!

I won't go to Madrid.
Or back to the old folks' home.

Josefa...

I'm really going to miss you.

I'm so sorry about Josefa.

Mom, I...

I thought you agreed
about selling the flat.

Well I've changed my mind.

I see the notary first thing tomorrow.

I just wanted you to know.

Fine.

You have nothing else to say?

There is nothing else to say.

What am I supposed to do now?

- But Mom...
- Don't say anything, Clara.

To my grandmother, Juana.

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