Afrikaans
Akan
Albanian
Amharic
Arabic
Armenian
Azerbaijani
Basque
Belarusian
Bemba
Bengali
Bihari
Bosnian
Breton
Bulgarian
Cambodian
Catalan
Cebuano
Cherokee
Chichewa
Chinese (Simplified)
Chinese (Traditional)
Corsican
Croatian
Czech
Danish
Dutch
Esperanto
Estonian
Ewe
Faroese
Filipino
Finnish
French
Frisian
Ga
Galician
Georgian
German
Greek
Guarani
Gujarati
Haitian Creole
Hausa
Hawaiian
Hebrew
Hindi
Hmong
Hungarian
Icelandic
Igbo
Interlingua
Irish
Japanese
Javanese
Kannada
Kazakh
Kinyarwanda
Kirundi
Kongo
Korean
Krio (Sierra Leone)
Kurdish
Kurdish (Soranรฎ)
Kyrgyz
Laothian
Latin
Latvian
Lingala
Lithuanian
Lozi
Luganda
Luo
Luxembourgish
Macedonian
Malagasy
Malay
Malayalam
Maltese
Maori
Marathi
Mauritian Creole
Moldavian
Mongolian
Myanmar (Burmese)
Montenegrin
Nepali
Nigerian Pidgin
Northern Sotho
Norwegian
Norwegian (Nynorsk)
Occitan
Oriya
Oromo
Pashto
Persian
Polish
Portuguese (Brazil)
Portuguese (Portugal)
Punjabi
Quechua
Romanian
Romansh
Runyakitara
Russian
Samoan
Scots Gaelic
Serbian
Serbo-Croatian
Sesotho
Setswana
Seychellois Creole
Shona
Sindhi
Sinhalese
Slovak
Slovenian
Somali
Spanish (Latin American)
Sundanese
Swahili
Swedish
Tajik
Tamil
Tatar
Telugu
Thai
Tigrinya
Tonga
Tshiluba
Tumbuka
Turkish
Turkmen
Twi
Uighur
Ukrainian
Urdu
Uzbek
Vietnamese
Welsh
Wolof
Xhosa
Yiddish
Yoruba
Zulu
MY BROTHER
"Call me, it's urgent."
Hi, mum. I was studying with my phone on silence.
What do you mean, mum?
What's happened?
How did it happen, mum?
Look...
Mum...
Mum, I'll get a flight and come over.
What happened, mum?
No, don't leave me like this. What's going on?
Autopsy?
Son, where's Vicky?
Couldn't she come? -Her name's Nicky.
And no, she couldn't come.
It wouldn't have been a good time to meet her.
Is she German?
She's American. She teaches English in Berlin.
Your mum is taking ages.
Lucia! We're going to be late.
Let's get the car out of the garage.
Mum...
I didn't want to ask in front of my uncle...
I don't understand.
Why the autopsy?
It isn't normal for a boy his age to slip in the bath.
What's going on, mum?
You told me two days later.
What did the autopsy say?
I didn't want to tell you but...
it said he had been drinking.
The mixture of alcohol and antibiotics made him dizzy.
Drunk? At home?
At eight in the afternoon? -It's odd, but he was a kid.
The police say it was probably to act grown up.
He was going to be 16.
We didn't tell you before, we didn't want you to see everything:
the blood, the forensics, the police, the neighbours being nosy.
Mum, they're waiting for us.
Come on.
Alberto, dear, excuse me...
Your dad is taking gran to the nursing home,
I'll take you and your mum. -Okay, auntie.
-We'll wait for you. -I'll come now.
Shall I get you something to eat?
No, Antonio is going to bring some sandwiches.
Anything else?
Well...
I'll be on my way.
Honey, whatever you might need,
you know I'm here.
Alberto, dear,
it's a shame you saw so little of each other.
It would have done Luis some good to have had his big brother around.
You're a good example.
Well, auntie, a kiss goodbye. I'm leaving tonight.
-Tonight? -Yes.
I've got a new job and you know Germany isn't like Spain.
But you'll leave your parents on their own.
What can he do here?
You should go and see him in Berlin.
It would clear your heads a little.
Well, auntie, give me a kiss.
I'm not fit for travelling.
-Rest. -Bye, auntie.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Goodbye, dear. -Bye.
I'll print out the plane tickets. Does the printer work?
I guess it does.
Mum?
Do you know the password?
Yes, your dad got it out of him the other day.
"Wild bulrush".
He got it out of him?
Forced it out?
He wanted to see what he did on the Internet.
His school results were poor and spent all day on the computer.
You know your dad.
I'm glad I don't live here. I can't stand him.
Can I get to Madrid by 11 o'clock? -Why don't you ask your aunt for a lift?
When is your flight?
At... 12:20 p.m.
Why weren't Luis' friends at the funeral?
They didn't get on with him of late.
They insulted him.
What did they say?
You have to connect it.
Mum, mum!
Why did they insult him? -Kid's things, you know.
It's rough at that age.
That's why we wanted him to concentrate on his studies.
NOW I'M FREE. KISSES AND HUGS.
What's this? These aren't my tickets.
Mum, this is a suicide note.
<i>Your sandwiches are here.</i>
<i>Do you want them now?</i>
<i>Lucia, they'll get cold.</i>
What's the matter?
Alberto, your sandwich.
You've killed him.
You've killed him, you bastards.
Don't say that.
He knows.
He knows it was suicide.
Well, it's his brother.
He should know. He committed suicide.
It was him, not us. -It was your fault.
It's not my fault he was gay.
Son of a bitch!
He was gay.
I was his father.
I had to try and change him.
I did nothing but my duty.
Force him to study and forget that filth.
What world do you live in, dad? What's wrong if he were gay?
This is a village.
Since they found out at school they made his life a misery.
What did they say, mum?
Did the teachers tell you?
No, nothing.
I found out through Paqui's son.
-Didn't you help him? -We tried.
We talked to him and told him off.
We didn't have time for more.
What are you saying, dad?
You forced the password out of him, invaded his privacy.
You fucked up his life, dad. -So he'd change.
There was still time.
You don't like gays either.
You've cursed them many times.
Luis.
Luis.
I went through this too, Luis.
Why didn't you help him?
Look, dad...
I'm gay.
I'm gay, dad.
I had to go to Berlin to flee from this shit village,
and this shit house and your bloody shit faces
because I couldn't take any more, dad.
I couldn't breathe, dad.
Look, mum,
I thought about committing suicide too.
Thousands of times, mum.
I thought about it thousands of times.
Luis.
And Nick?
Nick is a boy.
He's my boyfriend, mum. My boyfriend.
Luis... Luis.
He'll never have had anyone who loved him.
<i>My brother Luis and I</i> <i>have ten years between us.</i>
<i>But now we live far apart.</i>
<i>We haven't spoken for a long time.</i>
<i>I know almost nothing about him.</i>
<i>What dreams he has</i> <i>or what worries him.</i>
<i>But a bird told me that he needed me.</i>
<i>And I flew to him</i> <i>to see what was wrong.</i>
<i>What's wrong, Luis?</i>
<i>I get teased at school.</i>
<i>The same happened to me.</i>
<i>But kids are cruel.</i>
<i>When I went to university,</i> <i>no one teased me.</i>
<i>You must be strong.</i>
<i>Things will get better.</i>
<i>What are you doing?</i>
<i>Mum and dad make my life impossible.</i>
<i>I went through the same, Luis.</i>
<i>Concentrate on your studies.</i>
<i>Don't take much notice of them</i> <i>and study,</i>
<i>so you can go to university in Madrid.</i>
<i>Not long now.</i>
<i>It'll be worth it.</i> <i>-I don't like girls though.</i>
<i>I want to be like other boys.</i> <i>I don't want to be gay.</i>
<i>I want to be normal like them.</i>
<i>You aren't alone, Luis.</i>
<i>You'll meet lots of people like yourself</i> <i>and you'll see they're normal.</i>
<i>You might know them already</i> <i>but they live in secret.</i>
<i>When you leave the village</i> <i>you'll find lots of boys that like boys</i>
<i>and girls that like girls.</i>
<i>Be patient, Luis.</i>
<i>That's how my brother, Luis,</i> <i>grew up and went to Madrid to study.</i>
<i>Then he went to work in Berlin</i> <i>where he earned a living by drawing.</i>
<i>And he met</i> <i>a handsome English teacher called Nick.</i>
Subtitles: Bbo Subtitulado
Can't find what you're looking for?
Get subtitles in any language from opensubtitles.com, and translate them here.