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Long live the National Movement.

Excuse me, Lieutenant, I see a woman and my motorcycle sputters.

Keep going, come on, keep going.

Movers, we're here. Further to the right. More, more, more, more. Still, a little

to the left. And there, hang it up.

It's a circus.

I'm looking for the hotel manager.

I'm looking for the hotel manager.

From the hospital, you'll say. The Palas hasn't been a hotel for a long time.

Mother of God! Excuse me, you can't be here. Visits are not allowed. I'm not a

visitor, I'm here on direct orders from High Command. Who's in charge?

I am in charge. Genaro Palajón, Metro of...

pala. Santiago Medina, Lieutenant of Provisioning. Nice to meet you, sir. Up with

Spain. Always up. You'll go. We need to organize a dinner. A dinner where?

Here, tonight. For whom? For Franco. For Franco. And for his generals. At nine

o'clock. We need to move all these people upstairs. The kitchen. Come with me,

please. Go ahead. And if you'll excuse me. This isn't in any condition. The leader

comes in, sees this, and will give us a hard time. But the leader goes everywhere.

He sees everything, he watches.

everything. Why do you think we won the war? Here's the menu. Soup a quarter of an

hour. Yes. Eggs aurora style. That's right. Beef with side dish. Exactly. And where

do I get the ingredients? That's my business. I'm in provisioning. I've been

getting bread from stones for three years. Three. How many diners? For now, 60.

What? Impossible. Impossible.

Tell Don Francisco from me. What's wrong? You want to be accused of rebellion?

No, no, no. It's not rebellion. It's an order. And orders must be obeyed. What do

we do with the cooks? What do you mean, what do we do? There are no cooks. They're

in jail.

In jail, why? Because they're leftists. Then call some from the right. Impossible.

All the cooks in Madrid are leftists. Don't bother me. Genaro. That's right. All of

them. The good ones, yes. Unless you bring some from Burgos or Valladolid. I'll

recruit cooks from the barracks.

I always have to do everything.

Are you going to give the generals a peasant's dinner in the palace?

In my dining room?

I prefer you shoot me.

Don't tell me twice, eh?

My lieutenant.

What do you have so much, man?

Couldn't you perhaps arrange for their release from prison?

Just for a day.

The Reds.

They are excellent cooks.

You're asking me to serve the High Command a dinner made by communists.

No one needs to find out.

The leader always finds out everything, everything.

He could be hiding there right now.

The leader wants the best possible dinner.

They have prepared banquets for Azaña, for Einstein, for Argentine Empire.

Careful, for His Majesty the King, please.

Paper and pencil.

Huh?

Paper and pencil.

Write down their names.

Come with me, please.

Let's see.

For the soup, Antón Avendaña, the chef, is essential.

Fernando Marín for the beef, Blas Calderón for the eggs.

And Epifanio Somoza for the desserts.

And Ángel Molinero. Ángel Molinero is missing.

Who is that?

The sommelier.

The sommelier, what?

The person in charge of the wines.

Franco doesn't drink.

What about the generals?

Where's a phone?

In the lobby.

Excuse me, Ángel Molinero.

Dial 1 and you'll get a line.

He?

1.

I'm risking it all for you.

Thank you.

Your name is the concierge, not kitchen staff.

But he's in jail.

Half of Spain is in jail.

Genaro, were we going to get married?

Surely he's come to use us as a pawn.

Cork. Well, he knows how to make babies. I'm pregnant. José Luis Alonso Candelas

speaking, third-in-command of the Falange. José Luis Alonso Candelas speaking,

third-in-command of the Falange. At your service. I'm at the palace. I already know

that. What's happening? Dinner is getting complicated. He's pulling my leg. No. No,

of course not, sir. Listen carefully. If Franco wants to dine at the palace, he

will dine at the palace, by my sacred balls. There are no cooks. They're in jail.

Why? And there are no others. With so little time, I'm afraid not, sir. Well, get

them. They'll cook and be returned to jail as soon as the cigars are distributed.

Is that clear!

These sons of bitches are going to end up eating everything.

Let's go.

Where are you taking us?

To take a walk in the yard.

More than a walk, a stroll.

Are they going to kill us?

They're going to make you go, Luis Ángel.

Why?

Because we lost the war.

Why?

Because they had more guts and more weapons.

But we were right.

That's why people go to war.

Come on, come on! Move it!

Long live the republic!

What the fuck!

You are a bunch of sons of bitches!

Cowards!

Starving, miserable bastards!

Scoundrels, miserable ones!

Bastards, platoon, serve!

Load weapons!

Aim!

Are we dead?

You are idiots.

Who said fire?

Who didn't say fire?

Up, let's go!

This must have been in the women's courtyard next door.

Attention, platoon!

Aim!

Search for weapons!

Hey!

Sergeant!

At your orders, my lieutenant.

What's up?

Antona Bendaño?

Me.

Not cold!

A Der incompatible!

What's up?

Thanks.

Fernando Marín.

Me too.

Blas Calderón.

Me.

Epifanio Somoza.

Me.

Ángel Molinero.

Me.

They're coming with me.

With you where?

To the Palas.

To what?

To the Hotel Palas.

Let's go.

Everyone, quiet down.

No one move.

What's going on?

With all due respect, Lieutenant.

The order?

The order, my rank, Sergeant.

I assure you, they'll be back tomorrow to finish the job.

Very well.

Dismissed.

And you, get out of my sight.

They're heading for the truck.

With them.

Let's go, driver.

Let's go.

Benitez. Yes? Find me a room. The largest one you can find. Yes, sir. And make it

nearby. Sir. I want all this filth removed from my sight. I don't want to see a

patient or a bed. Then clean it up. I want it to shine like gold I can eat off the

floor.

Excuse me, excuse me, but the operating room can't be moved.

What is this place for then?

Well, this is Spain in motion.

We've moved tanks, armies, planes.

I say you could move an operating room.

Sir.

Long live Spain.

Genaro Palazón, maître d' of Palas, in charge of organizing the dinner.

An honor.

If you'll come with me, in the kitchen I have a sketch with the table layout.

Genaro, we have to swallow it.

It's outrageous.

It's a war.

Is it over?

Doesn't seem like it.

This way?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Rando, come on, there's a lot to do.

Let's go!

But what are we doing here?

For now, survive.

Look.

Angel.

Antona.

Thanks, comrade.

Just a little more and they'll kill me, Maria.

Don't you dare die, eh?

Yes, show these people.

Hey!

You, come on, to the kitchen.

I love you, Maria, and even if they kill me, I'll keep loving you, okay?

Correct.

There would be the presidential table with the generalissimo and then one, two,

three, four, five, six tables with six diners each.

Sir, I'll bring you the kitchen team.

They're disgusting, they smell like shit.

Do you really think I'll allow this scum to cook for us?

If you'll allow me, we'll wash them, we'll delouse them, we'll give them their work

clothes.

Work clothes for what?

What's that for? Can someone finally tell us what's going on.

We need to prepare a banquet for the leader.

For who did you say?

For the leader of the Salvation Movement of Spain.

Us.

The best chefs in Madrid.

Are you seriously asking me to cook for that little shit?

Unexpected.

Desperate or not.

Honor?

Sorry.

It's just that I'm a little hard of hearing.

What did he say?

Nothing.

I didn't say absolutely anything.

Here's the menu, Anton.

I said I won't light my stoves to cook for that son of a bitch.

Is that what he said?

Suan!

Does anyone have anything else to object to regarding dinner?

No, sir.

Good.

With your hands, Medina.

Yes, sir.

Come on, you've heard. To the yard, to get rid of the lice.

You, go with them, the other two.

Come on, get this man out of here.

Maria, help them, please.

Get towels, uniforms, help them.

That's it.

It's impossible.

Can you win a war without a general?

No, right?

Well, in the kitchen the chef is the general.

Do you want to leave me alone?

Look, I haven't slept for 48 hours.

There's only one way to fix this.

Her name is Juana Sanz.

A woman.

The sous chef, as good as or better than Anton.

Where is that woman?

At the Fuencarral mill.

And what is she doing there?

They've turned the mill into a prisoner camp.

Now they're going to tell me they locked her up as a leftist.

She was responsible for the hospitality union of the CNT.

Anarchist?

Anarcho-syndicalist, it's a nuance.

I dislike him.

Well, we're at the same bar.

We either row together or this will sink.

Let me get you a comb.

What about Franco?

Friendly or rather serious?

Is he good conversation?

He's kidding.

Why me?

You can't talk about Franco like that.

Well, he's a man like you and like me.

Franco is ten times more of a man than you.

And you?

Me too.

More of a man than you, sir.

An immeasurable man.

Thank you for watching the video!

Thanks for watching the video!

Thanks for watching the video!

So, what is being said is… nice, nice, right?

Come on, I don't know, besides a country isn't run with niceness.

A country is run with a pair of balls.

Well, it doesn't have a pair.

What?

Well, it seems that in the Africa war, he got shot in the groin.

What is the shot that I shoot at you?

I met Franco once.

And so?

At a banquet he organized years ago.

Well, he seemed short, but with personality, the woman very dry.

Look, if you keep talking about Franco, I'll rip your tongue out and eat it.

Are we?

Juana San. My client, say what she says. I know I talk to her. This woman has a

certain character, you understand?

But well, what garbage is this you are giving us?

But well, what garbage is this you are giving us?

Give me bread, rice, potatoes, whatever. I'll make do. Don't eat that. It's crap,

damn it, we're people, damn it.

You're welcome.

What are you doing here? What are you accused of?

No, I'm not accusing anyone.

We've come to get you.

Is that fascist coming with you?

That gentleman is Lieutenant Medina.

We've been tasked with hosting a banquet tonight.

We need to feed 50 people.

Franco wants to dine at the Palace.

Not a drop of water for the sl*t.

You're going to do it, Juana.

My daughter too.

You're going to do it for your son.

We need to find out where my son is.

Your son is alive.

Are you lying to me?

I just left him at the hotel.

My angel is alive.

I have shoes and socks. Can I come in?

There are naked men.

What about me?

Let's see, there are two of 41 and two of 42.

And what about 43?

No.

Maria.

Well, let's see, what do I do now?

With the ones with the nails.

Bring me the uniform, please.

Maria, Maria, Maria, my Maria.

My life.

I thought I would never see you again.

No, no, not now.

Why not?

Because we have little time.

A pim pam.

Angel, Angel.

Could it be the last time?

Listen to me, Angel.

You have to run away.

Who?

You and everyone.

How?

Taking advantage of dinner.

We are being watched, Maria, they are going to kill us.

They are going to kill us for sure.

Maybe they'll forgive us.

No, no, those people don't forgive, darling.

You've seen what they've done to Anton.

Poor Anton.

He leaves three children.

And you would leave...

I have a son.

Angel, I'm pregnant.

I'm going to be a father.

You guys?

Out.

I'm going to be a father.

I'm going to be a father, man.

I'm a father too.

I have four children.

Mira.

Abdel, Yeshira, Fetima and Mustafa, like me.

Damn.

Yes, swear a lot.

Damn, it's always that I can.

Butler, butler.

Many orders, my lieutenant.

News.

The supplies are arriving, my lieutenant.

Very well, then quickly everything to the kitchen.

Come on, let's go, everyone to unload.

And don't even let a crumb of bread fall, okay?

How outrageous.

Wonderful.

Juana!

Juana!

Mother!

Mother!

Tell me, are you okay?

Yes.

I'm going to be a father, mother.

It's not the time to be a father, son.

Many people have died, mother.

We'll have to replenish.

If I'm going to name the child Stalin.

Oh, come on!

Juana!

Well, come on.

Come on, everyone to work.

This has to work like a clock.

Hurry up!

Where's the seafood?

What seafood?

Man, the soup in a quarter of an hour has seafood.

Seafood right now in Madrid?

Not a crumb, my lieutenant.

Then you'll tell me.

It's going to be soup in a minute.

Then we'll have something else.

Or we'll go to the black market.

In Franco's Spain, there is no black market.

How lovely!

How lovely!

That's great!

I'll get you bigger ones!

Bigger ones!

Let's go!

No one laughs at me!

I've been at war for three years.

I won't allow anyone to laugh at me, is that clear?

Have the lady change.

Get out, damn it!

My lieutenant.

What?

Let's say I can get the seafood in an hour.

Don't ask me, sir.

And let it be known that I'm doing this for you.

So that you look like a god, my lieutenant.

Let me think.

You talk too much, bushy.

Don't touch it, man.

We need to try to keep the generals alive as long as possible.

With the drunken teeth.

But, Nando, the Moors who are watching us, they aren't going to drink.

We'll take down the Moors.

They are armed.

We have knives, young man.

And brandy.

Franco doesn't drink.

We'll take down Franco too.

We have to kill him.

What are you saying?

I'll take care of it, you stay calm.

What, are you going to act like a fool?

With rat poison, eh.

I'll put a little in the cake and not a single one will survive.

What about Genaro? What do we do with Genaro?

Let him come with us too.

No, no, no, no.

Genaro can't find out, he's on the right.

He's a monarchist, not right-wing.

So, a monarchist, he's right-wing.

Okay, let's get on with the seafood.

Talk to your contacts.

The only thing...

The only thing, what?

Money.

Money is needed.

Francs, pounds, dollars.

The extortionists only accept foreign currency.

But where am I going to get foreign currency?

That's impossible, right?

So...

What about that?

The key to Ali Baba's cave.

And?

I have over a thousand...

bottles stored in the cellar.

And?

Open sesame.

Don't you know the story?

It's the same.

what I'm going to do for you, I haven't done before, not even for my mother.

Look, a dozen of Rioja red wine.

Not even that?

Let's see, my friend, I'm not asking for caviar, I'm asking for some poor mussels.

Lieutenant Medina?

Yes, it's me.

At your orders, my lieutenant, we are the waiters.

Have they informed you of the importance of tonight's dinner?

It is an honor for us to serve the caudillo.

We are all from the glorious National Movement.

And I'm from the Falange.

Look, here's the card.

Very good.

Don't you know what it means to us to see Franco in person after all we've been

through all these years?

we have been persecuted, we have been insulted, they have tried to kill us several

times.

Okay, madam.

Go to the kitchen and wait for me there.

At your orders, my lieutenant.

Let's go!

Sergeant.

The lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

With such macho men, we were bound to win the war.

How could we not win the war?

At 3:30, at the hotel.

Gerardo.

What are you doing here?

What is this scum doing at dinner?

Scum? The only scum here is you, you daughter of a bitch.

You'll see when I tell the lieutenant who you are.

He got us out of jail.

You ratted us out, didn't you?

Are you talking to me?

Yes, you.

You did it because of the sea and with me, right?

Listen to me.

I don't want trouble with anyone today, especially not with you.

You don't want trouble, but it's your fault they took out the Basque.

Oh, it was the Basque who...

It'll be yours...

Damn it!

Well, well, well.

We were few and the donkey foaled, huh?

The one who was missing.

What are they doing in our kitchen?

The kitchen is no longer yours, madam.

No, Juana.

Things have changed.

You'll see now with Franco.

But what have you done to us?

We haven't done anything to you.

We thought differently, but we worked together.

Why? Huh? Why you?

Mari, I have nothing against you.

But this idiot...

You idiot!

You fool!

You fool!

Don't touch me!

Don't touch my mother!

What the hell is going on here?

What are you doing, at the movies?

How's it going?

Don't touch my mother!

My lieutenant!

We don't want to work with communists.

And we don't want to work with snitches!

Angel!

No snitching!

He's a patriot!

Artists, that's what they are!

Enough honor!

That's it!

Please, the war is over!

We haven't had enough war!

For God's sake!

We haven't had any!

We haven't had anything!

Everyone's with the boss, come on.

Everyone to work!

Medina!

At your service.

The Otrecht is full of rats.

I hate rats.

Look!

It's already there, you can hear it.

Can't you hear them?

Yes, sir.

Listen to me.

Franco is coming with his wife.

Most of the guests are too.

A rat can't show up at dinner.

Can't it?

No, sir.

Come with me.

Look at the time.

It's all going smoothly.

And on top of that, they're Indians.

Look.

Hold this for me, Benítez.

Now everyone wants to sit at Franco's table.

There are opportunities to sit with him.

Right?

Yes, sir.

Confirmations?

Practically everyone, sir.

They lick his ass, but they laugh at him in the offices.

Right?

Yes, sir.

What does he call the caudillo, a hick?

Paca the big-assed one, sir.

Paca the big-assed one! No way!

And what do we do with Yahweh, Aranda, and Quindelán?

Where do we put them now?

They say this dinner is absurd.

And that Spain is in misery.

Now, don't bother him, now he's in misery.

We have to set an example.

An example of what?

An example of my balls, an example, an example that we won the war.

That's the example.

Temple. I want the best.

The best of the best.

The best wine. The best coffee.

The best cigars.

Flowers. Yes. And an orchestra.

I'll bring the band, sir. No, no, no.

An orchestra.

As God intended.

Find out the caudillo's favorite songs.

Sir. Come on, what's going on, I have to do everything myself.

Well, let's go.

Medina, Rat-Catcher!

Carefully. A little more entrance.

There.

There it is. Perfect.

No, no, no.

A little step. Closer to me.

Yes? Yes?

We're looking for symmetry, gentlemen.

Listen to me, auntie.

Let's not start.

It's meat water.

Over there.

Here you go.

Driver!

Driver!

My lieutenant.

We need flowers.

Flowers?

Yes, that's what I said.

Where the hell do you want us to get flowers?

You go with your men and get them from the gardens.

But we've bombed everything, my lieutenant.

Then get them from the flowerpots on the balconies.

Fend for yourself.

At your service.

Gerardo?

Genaro, yes.

You smell awful.

We need to clean more and better.

We're on it.

Very good.

Don't get nervous, buddy.

No, not buddy at all.

All buddy.

Don't be so modest.

This has to shine like gold.

Are we ready?

Come with me, please.

That smells like...

Murex snails.

Attention.

One.

Two, three. Let there be light.

Very good. This is very good.

Do you know where I can find an orchestra?

We won't even make it to the corner, Mari.

Angel, don't give up.

Maria.

Stay here, don't move.

Maria.

Mari, here she is.

Maria Jareño, singer with the Palas orchestra.

But wasn't she a nurse?

Well, she takes patients, sings, she can do two things at once.

I can do up to three.

And the musicians?

Female musicians.

We are an all-female orchestra.

An all-female orchestra for the generals?

I don't see it.

Look, the Palas pearls are exquisite.

The ladies are going to love them, and besides, there's no other option.

No.

Look, can you locate them?

I think so.

Please bring the best you have.

No low-cut dresses.

Very elegant.

Oh, Medina, the music is back at the club.

How exciting!

Do you like to dance?

Yes.

What do you want?

Do you really think I'm capable of reporting anyone?

I don't know what to think anymore.

Maria, it wasn't me, okay?

Not my aunt, or any of the waiters.

How could we do something like that to our colleagues, for God's sake?

Wouldn't you be the first?

Maria, I didn't, okay?

I didn't.

Let it go.

It doesn't matter anymore.

No, it does matter.

María, from now on life will be worth living again.

And it doesn't matter anymore.

No, no.

No, no.

No, no.

Okay.

Thank you.

I'm going to open a top-notch place and you will sing again.

What is that? The milkmaid's tale?

No tales. It's you and me together in the right place, which is where we should be.

I'll do whatever you want if you save Ángel.

I can't save Ángel, but I can save you.

Mari, I can make you the happiest woman in the world.

Things are looking up, Mari.

Here it is. The best-kept treasure...

of the Palaz.

I've guarded it like a Cerberus throughout the war.

Very good.

Seafood.

We're going to get it with two bottles of champagne I have there.

But before...

you are about to taste a true work of art.

No, no.

I'm on duty.

No, I don't drink.

Come on, my lieutenant.

Wine makes the blood flow.

You deserve it, Medina.

We both deserve it.

Both of us.

Yes.

What's wrong?

The problem is we're not two.

Stop pretending to be my friend.

I'm not your friend.

Of course, I'm not your friend.

But I get you the cooks, the seafood, the orchestra, I get you out of trouble, and

you...

You what?

You don't relax.

You're tense, rigid, like a garrote.

I haven't seen you smile even once all day.

But why would I smile?

For being...

alive. Is that not enough? Please. To hell with it. For life. What do you say? It's

awesome. It's delicious.

Sato Marco. Italian. Have you been married long, Lieutenant? How do you know I'm

married? The ring. You too? I'm a widower.

My partner died in Barcelona.

It was a bombing.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Do you have children?

And what about that?

Madrid is full of passageways.

That door leads to the church of Jesus in Medina Celi.

Listen, we've saved priests here.

It's three o'clock, we have to go.

Lieutenant.

What?

If everything goes well, you could do something for the cooks.

What do you mean?

Save their lives.

The leader has made it clear.

The blood...

and those who fell, he won't allow to be forgotten.

But those who fell are all, on one side and the other.

Those on the other side don't matter a damn.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Come on, guys, surprise!

Will he catch us and get us from there?

Perfect!

The lieutenant will be so happy!

Hey, you, soldier, what are you doing?

This is God's house, the flowers are for the Virgin.

They are needed for the general, father.

For whom?

For Franco.

Long live Spain.

Long live always.

Come on, lads, quickly.

Leave the bottles in my office, and don't let anyone touch them, understood?

Ángel, corkscrew, how's it going?

Here we go.

Practice.

Juana, is everything alright?

Well, the soup smells delicious and the beef is cooking.

Look what he's ordering, huh?

Like butter.

Epifanio in the Balearic Islands.

Epifanio.

What?

You're throwing away the food.

Nothing.

Are you crazy?

I'll take them all out.

We can still win the war.

You can't put any toxic substances in the food.

Why, let me ask you why?

Well, among other things, because you can't make them try mule head.

I told you.

You didn't tell me that.

I told you, Epifanio.

When did you tell me?

What did he tell me, let's see?

I told you, if the escape hadn't happened, he's going to pose.

The escape?

What escape?

We're going to escape.

Who?

Us.

The cooks.

You too, if you want.

Genaro, you are...

on the right, but you're not a bad person. Let's have a little conversation in my

office, please.

Fight, Genaro. Kitchen team, please. One minute, everyone to my office to clarify

something.

I've opened three already. I'll open another. You don't have to open any of these.

Practice with empty bottles, please. Gentlemen,

can anyone tell me what this madness is?

Genaro, we're going to escape.

And you have to help, no. Don't count on me.

Why? Let's see. Because they're going to kill us. If they're going to kill us, it's

nothing new. Either they kill us today, or they kill us tomorrow. How about

tomorrow?

We prefer to die fighting. Juana, please.

A little sense. Isn't he your son?

It's impossible to escape. You haven't heard, Genaro. If we don't escape, they'll

shoot us tomorrow.

Let's take the soldiers out of action.

We're in a hospital, so there must be chloroform in the warehouse.

And we'll escape through the cellar. From there, we go to the church, to the street.

Run!

Run. You can come with us or stay. You decide.

Do whatever you want, but we need the cellar key.

Because we're going to escape through the cellar.

Danula. The key stays with me. Give it to us willingly or by force. Genaro, you'll

have to tear it from me. Give it to us.

Yes, go on.

Look, you see some pockets.

What's going on here?

Hey! It's over!

Do you know what they wanted to do?

Sanada!

What?

What?

They wanted to eat dinner.

They're hungry.

And hunger drives people mad.

We want to eat.

Yes, yes, yes.

Do we want to eat?

Now.

Now, now, now.

Come on, everyone to the stoves, no more nonsense, come on.

But we are hungry.

We want to eat.

Come on.

We want to eat.

We want to eat.

Either we eat or no one cooks here, not even God.

Not even God cooks.

Let's not get carried away.

You will be fed, but later.

That's it, come on.

Do we want to eat now or is there no dinner?

That's it.

Medina!

Shut up.

Everything is going smoothly.

We're going to ruin it over a trifle.

He's not essential.

Dinner will be served without him.

What about the wine?

You serve the wine.

We really need a box spring.

Box spring.

That's right.

Go ahead, shoot.

Shoot me.

Shoot me too.

No, me.

Me.

We have flowers, my lieutenant.

I got them at the church.

Lieutenant.

Yes.

The flowers, the priest is a Falangist.

He was very happy.

The music ladies have arrived, in case you want to tell them something.

You're playing with fire.

Girls, Lieutenant Medina. Lieutenant, here is the band.

Good afternoon. Is everyone here?

Violin, accordion, double bass, cello, guitar and piano.

It needs tuning.

And they're going to need a place to change.

Take them upstairs, orderly.

Of course, my lieutenant. Come with me, please, ladies.

This way.

Thank you very much. This way.

You've never shot anyone, have you?

Don't be offended. It honors you.

It shows you're a good person.

No, I'm not a good person. You and I are good people, that's why we...

get along.

But who told you I like you?

Some things don't need to be said.

I'm going to break your face, you know.

You wouldn't be the first.

Santiago!

Luchi.

Let me pass, I'm the officer's wife.

Hello, my love.

What are you doing here?

The same as you.

Were you at dinner?

At dinner.

Man, you're the host.

Normally, you'd greet Franco with your wife beside you.

And change.

You look disgusting and smell like a jerk.

At least I'm thinking of both of us, right?

Look, here's a gala uniform.

Listen to me, you never listen, sweetie.

Dinner is for the generals.

No, my love.

Dinner is for me.

And do you know why?

Because I've also lived through a war and I deserve it.

I know.

I know.

But the places are limited.

You'll think of something.

There's a list.

I can't sneak you in like that.

That's how things are achieved, Santiago.

That's how you get ahead, that's how you achieve it.

It continues the good positions.

And I'm not leaving here without becoming friends with Carmen Polo.

Look, I don't have time for this.

The rooms upstairs, I suppose, right?

Go and wait for me at home.

And talk.

You'll never have an opportunity.

Estiche, you're putting him in a bind.

Hey, and I want the best for us, okay?

And you should want the same.

She's my wife.

I'm your husband.

As your husband, I demand that you go home.

No.

I demand it!

Girls, we have to rehearse.

We haven't performed in months.

Let's see how it goes.

Hey, will they ask us for songs or will we play our repertoire?

We'll stick to our stuff.

And will we end up playing international songs as always?

No, no, no.

We'll play 'Cara al Sol'.

Do you think they'll give us dinner?

Of course, ladies.

And I will personally make sure you have everything you need.

Thank you very much.

Come on, girls.

What are you waiting for?

Was it your idea to bring whores?

They're not whores, no.

Oh, no?

No, they are the pearls of the Palace.

A band of girls.

Well, that is, prostitutes.

Okay, so...

The pearls of the Palace.

Excuse me, but I have to go.

What instrument do you play?

I don't play anything, I'm the vocalist.

Oh, what do you sing?

Let's see, sing.

Not right now, but if I ask you to…

Can you?

Come on, like that song you were singing.

I have to rehearse. Well, rehearse for me, I want to hear you. They are waiting for

me.

Sir.

It would be better if you didn't get close. Why?

I have syphilis.

Come on!

Come on, kid.

Clothes, wallet, identification. You don't need shoes. And Flora's things for me.

And don't forget the bag.

Damn.

I thought there were no rats left.

Rubio.

What the hell are you doing here?

I was looking for tobacco.

Tobacco, you say?

He's robbing us, son of a bitch.

Give me the bag or I'll rip your head off.

I can't die, man. I'm going to be a father.

A father?

Yes.

I'm going to have a son of Mari.

We're going to name that girl Libertad.

Why not?

He's a beautiful man.

Mari is mine.

Mari doesn't belong to anyone.

Mari belongs to Mari.

I want Mari!

But Mari doesn't want you!

But I can be happy!

But who makes her happy?

It's me!

But I want to be happy!

Rubio! Rubio!

Ole, my dear!

If you want to have fun, eat a little peanut.

It's so warm and delicious, you can't ask for more.

Flora, have you seen the key to the cellar?

No, I've lost it.

Did you take it?

Why would I take it?

Because it wouldn't be the first time.

Let's see, just because I've had a drink from time to time doesn't mean I'm an

alcoholic.

Flora.

And certainly not a thief.

Give me back the key, please.

Well, I didn't take the damn key, damn it.

Don't talk to me like that, okay?

And you don't accuse me of being a pervert.

Did you think I didn't know?

We all know you're a bigger coward than a lame pigeon.

And be careful, okay?

Because in Franco's Spain, there's no place for people like you.

Gerard, Genaro.

Where can I wash and change?

Excuse me.

You can use room 27 on the first floor in my room. I have soap, a cloth, and towels

there.

I have soap, a cloth, and towels.

I can feel it...

I'm sorry I lost my temper.

No, earlier.

And it's going to be too late soon.

Manicero is leaving

Hello Hello

What are you doing there?

I was looking for tobacco and there was a bottle and he slipped.

What's wrong, Angelito?

I didn't do anything, he killed himself.

Who?

The blonde.

Wow!

My twin.

He messed up and crashed in Austria.

Is he dead?

Yes.

What do we do now, Ángel?

I was thinking of putting him in a locker.

But his aunt will notice.

If we give him a drink, he'll forget.

Help me.

Help me!

What madness, Ángel, what madness.

Grab him!

Does he speak French?

French, English, Italian.

Why?

If we run away, he could be our interpreter.

I'm not running away anywhere.

I'm neutral.

No, there are no neutrals here, I kill.

Either you run away with us or you betray us.

But you have to read.

Help me.

Grab it!

Oh, sorry, I thought it was empty, Miss.

And where did this beauty come from?

Are you one of the orchestra girls?

No, no, no. I am the wife of Lieutenant Medina.

Well now.

I was looking for a full-length mirror.

What's wrong? What does a mirror have to do with it?

Not a full body, it's me.

Go ahead.

No, no, no. I don't want to bother you.

You're not bothering me at all. Help yourself.

Thank you.

Benitez, get me some tobacco.

You don't smoke, sir.

I said get me some tobacco, but I think I'd be better off without it.

They're going to escape with us.

Really?

Or else.

He's the best.

It's crazy, but not impossible.

We have to work as a team, get organized.

We have to work like in the kitchen.

And we have to choose the right moment to escape.

In my opinion, this will happen when we get the afternoon pass.

Back to the rat hole.

Leave the rat.

Angel, you have to make sure the generals drink as much as possible.

Okay.

If there's a toast, he has to drink.

Sorry, not quite like that.

How many more toasts the better? I'll take care of it.

When we bring out the cake, Maria will sing the Spanish soldier's song.

Bastard, that will be the signal to escape.

Then we'll go down the ramp and get to the basement.

But first we have to drug the soldiers.

And now, gentlemen, from which I will scare them.

May I ask why you've changed your mind?

It's for...

It's almost 7 o'clock.

Watch out, it hits.

Have you ever tried 'grifa'?

I've tried practically everything in life, my lieutenant.

This is the first time I've felt comfortable in three years, you know?

The 18th of... when was it?

In July 1936, I was going to leave the army and start my own photography studio.

Weddings, baptisms, communions, you know.

I had a promise of a place.

I had been granted a loan and everything.

What the heck?

I had forgotten about the hot water.

Who could live like this forever?

The rich.

Pass the towel.

They say...

in Franco's Spain we will all be rich.

I know the rich well.

They wouldn't know how to live in a world without the poor.

If everything goes well, I'm going to request a posting at the Paterna barracks.

I'm sure the place is still there.

Luchi, I don't know who's from Madrid, but I...

What if it goes wrong?

Because it's going to go wrong, everything's ready, right?

Yes, of course, but I don't know if something would happen...

Something like what?

Like the soup being too salty, for example, or the beef being tough, if something

goes wrong.

What would happen?

Well, they'd blame me, I guess, I'd be screwed.

But listen to me, everything's going to be amazing.

And it's going to be thanks to you, buddy.

Buddy.

Ladies and gentlemen, now a drink for everyone.

Good cheap wine.

You're not going to turn your nose up at it.

Do you know where my nephew is?

I saw him leave the house.

What are you going out for?

I think to buy tobacco.

Buy tobacco?

Why are you so happy?

Because I'm going to be a father, Flora.

Wow.

I can't run away, leaving you alone with the baby.

Angel, you have to do it.

What if they get caught by the generals?

Imagine they blame you for the escape and you can't come back...

Listen, you have to get to Endaya no matter what.

Endaya?

Yes.

That's very far from Madrid.

In France.

My aunt and uncle, Manuela and Jean- Pierre, live there.

And they have a bistro called Che Tonton.

Will you remember everything?

I'm not very good with names, you know.

Che Tonton.

Hey Tonton.

Manuela and Jean-Pierre.

I'll meet you there as soon as I can, okay?

I won the lottery with you.

We're gonna get caught!

The bull's gonna get us!

Everyone to your stations now!

Ladies, please go down.

The bull's gonna get us.

Maria, you look divine.

Thank you.

When they bring out the cake, sing 'Soldadito Español,' it's the leader's favorite

song.

How do you know?

I know many things, Maria.

At your service, my lieutenant.

No, let's see Mr. Alonso.

It's not possible.

It is possible.

He's busy.

I don't care how he is.

With your permission.

Lieutenant Medina with news. Sir. Sir.

What the hell is going on?

Franco is arriving.

That's impossible, it's not time yet.

He's on his way, sir.

Damn Galician.

Always the same, damn it.

If he doesn't cause trouble, he's not happy.

He'll be bored at home doing nothing.

And what about that dress?

What dress?

That dress? What's it doing here?

I don't see any dress.

That dress belongs to Luchi.

Who is Luchi?

My wife.

And what is his wife doing here?

Yes, that's what I said.

This is a dinner for generals.

Are you a general?

No, no, of course not.

Then you are not invited to dinner.

No, sir.

And neither is your wife?

Well, but the dress...

What bitch has been messing with the dress? Just take the dress and put it on if

you want!

But come on, Franco is about to arrive, he just doesn't know.

Yes, sir.

Come on!

Lucci! Lucci!

Neighbor, I've given an order.

Lucci!

Look, I don't care about red rats or officers who aren't up to par.

Do you understand?

Lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant.

Let me go!

Boy, think of your mother.

The photography studio is thinking of your children.

I don't have children.

You're going to have them.

They're screwing my wife.

They're screwing us all.

Oh, no!

To my side!

Scare my lieutenant.

Gentlemen, how are things?

How's it going, buddy? The soup?

Do you want to try it?

The lieutenant will try it.

Shall we order a bowl of soup?

No.

Coming right up!

No, it's not necessary.

It is necessary. Lieutenant, it is necessary.

It's necessary for him to take a break.

Please, listen to me.

Don't do this to me now, please.

Sit down.

It's not me...

Please.

Cutlery for the lieutenant.

If I'm not there now...

Pay attention to me.

The man hasn't eaten all day.

Please.

Blas, some eggs.

Coming right up.

Angel, wine.

Please.

I'm going.

Make sure nothing is missing.

Nando, could I get a portion of beef?

Very good.

With the potatoes.

Very good.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

Come on.

Be careful.

A little bread makes hardship easier, my lieutenant.

I want...

...to congratulate you on what you've done here today.

Very few people would have been capable of doing something like this under these

conditions.

This is much more than I asked for, much more.

This is top-notch, first-rate.

You can be very proud of the work you've done.

Bravo.

Bravo.

Bravo.

Very good.

Good job.

Very good.

Franco, my lieutenant.

Franco.

Let's go.

Franco, he's coming now.

What?

What?

What?

Attention, the leader is arriving.

Maria, everything is clear. Yes, of course.

Miss, with energy. As you know, they are fantastic.

What are you doing?

To throw you out of my life. No, no, no, Santiago. I don't want to see you anymore.

It's not what it seems.

Come here. Come here.

Listen to me.

Let's go.

I know you don't believe me, but I've done what I've done for you, for both of us.

Without me, you are nothing, Santiago.

Go now.

Look, I'd sleep with the devil himself to get out of this misery.

But what are you doing, huh?

Medina!

The anthem!

I want to be alone!

The anthem.

Sorry.

The anthem.

Maria, the anthem, please.

Not that one.

That's not it.

The other one, Maria.

Excuse me.

Girls, the real march.

Good luck.

Genaro.

Good luck, Medina.

We have to postpone some things to figure out what to do with our lives.

How do wounds heal when things are given up on?

This path may not lead us anywhere, but just in case, I'll sing in the meantime...

Excuse me, they told us to serve wine for the toasts.

What a toast!

Long live Franco!

Long live!

Come on, pour him a little more.

You're not going to toast with water, Paco.

Long live the Spanish army!

Long live!

Long live!

The soup, delicious.

Very tasty navar, to give it flavor.

This one is for the leader, in the one he likes the most...

marin. Very good.

Excellent.

Delicious, yes.

It has something special.

It's saffron.

It touched my cheek.

The colonist loved the soup.

Good!

Come on, come on, come on. This should be plated. Let's go.

You've gone wild for the chlorine.

Come on, the beef, how is it going?

Just a bit left.

Nephew.

Blondie, are you here?

Aunt.

Up with Spain! Always up!

Allow me, gentlemen.

Very good, Medina.

If things continue like this, I'll recommend he stay in Madrid, at the San

Cristóbal barracks with me.

Did you hear me?

Even with a little luck,

he might be able to get an apartment on Ferraz Street.

That way we could be neighbors.

I'm sure his wife will think that's a fantastic idea.

Everything to your liking, sir.

The soup is excellent, but I don't think the orchestra with so many men is your

style.

Are they all music conservatory graduates?

I don't say no.

What about the female section?

Do you think it's okay if we start bringing out the eggs now?

We've been bringing them out since July 18th.

Good heavens!

But what did they tell me?

Who was it?

Who was it?

Help me!

Honey, honey, you need to see a doctor.

If they don't treat this wound, your brains will fall out.

The eggs are a 10!

What a joy!

Shall we bring out the calf?

Gentlemen, let's bring out the calf.

Juana?

Everything is ready.

What you asked me before, because I've changed my mind.

There is no place for someone like me in Franco's Spain.

Rubio, where are you going?

Where are you going?

You can't go out like that in front of everyone.

Long live Doña Carmen Polo!

Long live!

We're almost there. We just need to bring out the cake.

Franco wants to congratulate the cooks.

As soon as they give the go-ahead for dessert, they'll go to the kitchen to

congratulate them personally.

But...

No buts, no nonsense!

It's reckless.

They're Reds. Anything could happen.

Franco doesn't have to go into the kitchen.

The cake, well...

Here comes the cake!

Let's see, we need help, it's very heavy, isn't it?

Gentlemen, would you kindly give us a hand?

That fight.

Come on, we need to change before the comrades arrive.

Please, quickly.

I'm sorry, Mustafá, but war is war.

Sleepyhead, come on.

Thank you very much for this warm applause.

And now, while the dessert is coming out, this humble orchestra would like to offer

to the Generalissimo, his distinguished wife, and all the saviors of the homeland

and their companions, the immortal piece by Don Jacinto Guerrero, 'Soldadito

Español'.

Son of a bitch!

Paco, clean this up a bit.

Clearing the ring, gentlemen.

The beast to drag and to the pen.

And let the dessert come out.

At your orders, my general.

Medina, dessert.

Chapero, dessert.

Sir.

Good. What are you doing? And where the hell are you going?

I'm going home, it's very late.

Really? What's the rush, man?

The last one leaves at ten too.

The cake? Who's going to take the cake?

Chapero? Why don't you take it?

Me?

How am I supposed to take the cake? Are you crazy?

And you'll get the applause of the leader and the generals.

You? Ovillo? And the generals calling me names?

I certainly deserve it, don't I?

What?

My little cake.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on! Come on! Quick! Let's go!

Angel. Angel. Angel. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

What happened?

It's the same.

The blonde guy is gone.

He wasn't dead already.

The professor is dead.

Huh?

Girls, soldier.

Really?

There isn't anyone who feels for anyone. Genaro, Genaro.

Spanish soldier. Brave soldier. The pride of the sun.

To kiss your forehead. The victory was yours because that's what was expected.

When, dead with sorrow, the Virgin prayed. Your dark-haired girlfriend to the sound

of the drums and to the beat of the tarari. There isn't a man who prides himself

who doesn't still feel something here because already...

Wait, wait, wait. The sound, the hope.

And what do we do now?

We're going to Che, silly.

I'm going over there, to my mother.

I have a cousin in Poland.

He lives in Auschwitz.

I think it's a very beautiful town.

Yes.

May God grant you luck.

But do you believe in God, Juan?

Oh, maybe yes.

Well, you believe it.

Spirit.

No.

Spirit.

I'm going to talk to you.

Come on, good luck.

Come with me, darling.

Come on.

Maria?

Maria meets you in Che Tompon.

Huh?

Maria will be with you soon, don't worry.

She's smart, right?

Like me.

Thank you.

Hello!

You're not lying, what a joy.

I was suffering for you.

Why?

For what they could do to you.

But you've decided to desert.

It's the smartest thing to do.

The army isn't for you.

But I haven't decided anything.

Well, you'll decide then.

We can't stay here like two fools.

Let's go!

Let's go!

What are you going to do?

Should I shoot you?

The first time in your life it would be to me?

Yes.

Medina, if you stay, you're lost.

If you come with me, what do you have to lose?

No, I'm telling you now, run away.

What the heck!

Now! Pole! Medina!

Long live the newlyweds!

Let's see, everyone here.

A little to the right.

There, a little to the left.

There, perfect.

Smile.

Your best smile.

Come on.

Santiago, let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on, it's a camera.

Let's go!

This is it!

Okay!

Hey!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Excuse me!

How annoying!

The cake?

The cake?

Do you want a little more?

Yes, come on.

Shall we bring plates, please?

Yes, Jean-Pierre, please, let's keep serving.

How many are we in the end?

Come on, I can have some too.

To the joy!

Let's see, where is it?

Angelillo!

Okay.

Pierre!

Oh, how pretty!

What an incredible thing!

Manuel, is that the spike?

Okay.

So...

With this? With this. This is to review the portions later. Together.

Do you have to hold it with both?

Yes. How? Each one.

Come on, darling, romantic. One each.

There.

Just that.

What's up?

That's it.

We need to organize a dinner.

A dinner when?

Right now.

Right now for whom?

Table for ten.

Eggs sunny-side up for everyone.

Table for the Führer, who is vegetarian.