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En el invierno de 1 930, ...

... después de la faiIure ...

... de la antimonárquica rebeIIion en Jaca, ...

... un joven soldado IETF sus cuarteles y, ...

... como desertor, vagó por el campo, ...

... tratando de llevar su propia IIFE.

Febrero de 1 931. En algún lugar de España.

Tiburones!

¡Manos arriba!

Sólo estaba...

Dónde están...

¿eres de?

Madrid.

¿A dónde vas?

Responde a la sargento.

- ¿A dónde vas? - No lo sé.

Usted abandonado?

Long live Galán and García Hernández!

Está con la Iot Jaca.

Hoid él!

¿No lo has oído?

- ¿Estaba destinado en Jaca? - No señor.

WeII entonces?

Apoyo la RepubIic.

No entiendo esto. Un RepubIican con el Bibie.

¡Espere!

ShaII nos IET que se vaya?

¿Estás de broma!

- ¿Qué pasa si la República gana? - Es stiII la fatherIand.

La patria es el gobierno.

Y el gobierno puede cambiar.

¿Asi que?

Cuanto antes se sirve el ganador IikeIy ...

...el mejor.

Hay que respetar el orden estabIecidos.

Eso es lo que dice la Iey.

Y en el 1854 revoIution, ...

... nuestro fundador, el Marqués de Ahumada, ...

... fue expulsado por defender al gobierno.

De ninguna manera.

La Guardia Civil permanecer fuera de poIitics. El jefe lo dice.

Sí, y los cerdos pueden FIY.

Quien inventó el tabaco ...

...should have been hung on a meat hook,...

...with a weight on his feet.

HeaIth and the RepubIic.

What are you doing?

I'm free to go?

Stop!

Trust your father-in-law, dammit!

I'II be court-martiaIed!

You certainly will be if you don't put your gun down.

Fuck it, Juan, I'II shoot!

You'd shoot your chiIdren's grandfather?

I'II do it!

You haven't the baIIs.

I don't?

The bastard shot me!

Don't shoot!

Can you hear me?

Juan!

I've kiIIed him!

I've kiIIed him!

And now what?

What am I going to teII my wife?

I want to die!

I want to die!

I'II kiII myseIf!

That man was kindness itseIf.

And it was aII over nothing.

It was aII over nothing!

Fuck aII the Iaws!

And fuck the goddam pubIic order!

And the Marquis of Ahumada, and the HoIy Virgin as weII!

Good evening.

Hey...

- Any whores here? - Yeah, there's one.

And she's terrific.

And how much is it...

...for the night?

That's asking a Iot.

TaIk to PoIonia.

Upstairs.

- Sixty. - I pass.

Eighty.

May I come in?

Why do you all keep coming upstairs?

I've toId you not to.

They told me to ask for PoIonia.

What is it, son?

How much is it for the whoIe night?

For handsome boys, ten pesetas.

But you'll have to wait tiII after midnight.

Why?

Because We get customers untiI then.

- Come on. - What time is it?

- Are we playing or not? - I'm coming.

It's almost nine. Have you eaten?

You can have some rabbit whiIe you're waiting.

My niece won't miss out on a young man Iike you.

Go on, sit down, Iove.

Where are you going?

Make room for the boy!

- Cold, isn't it? - WeII, it's winter.

This just won't do. Either we pIay or we don't.

Excuse me. Don Luis, an extreme unction.

Just a minute.

- What about the game? - I'm sorry, but you heard.

And as sheriff, I have to accompany Don Luis.

I don't believe it, Don Luis. You in a brotheI!

Precisely. Where there is sin, that's where I must be.

- hy did you bring Holy Joe? - He came aIong.

Who's dying anyway?

Prudencio. The mule kicked his brains out.

Man's days are numbered.

It'd make you believe in God. When the priest's winning...

...Divine Providence sends a viaticum,...

...and he splits with the money.

Extreme unction.

What's the difference?

Viaticum is giVing the Eucharist.

Extreme unction is applying hoIy oiIs.

Here.

Wet your whistIe.

He knows a lot about the Church.

Maybe he can pIay cards.

WeII, sort of.

All the better for us. Come on.

Eat up and we'II pIay.

What the heII's that?

- What did you do, you rascal? - Nothing, honest.

I deserted. I was stationed in Madrid.

Just Iook in my case!

The de Valera version! Are you a Protestant?

No, sir. Agnostic.

Right, come on, son.

You come home with me.

- I'll get those off. - Listen.

Encarna will be waiting for you.

I'm sorry about the sergeant.

This discipline business is shit.

If you accept it,...

...discipline can make you kiII your mother if need be.

- The guard said that. - Brave animaI.

But one thing, he did sing very weII.

FIamenco, I mean...

As for me,...

...I've had three great frustrations in my Iifetime.

- I see you've got the knack. - So so.

Three frustrations which embittered my Iife.

It Iooks good.

In the seminary they called it divine.

Were you a cook there?

If you're on a scholarship you have to work as weII.

And as I was a good cook...

What about your frustrations?

The first was not being born among heathens.

Because with baptism you're ruined forever.

Why?

Don't you priests say that baptism...

...Ieaves an indelible mark on the souI?

I only spent six years in the seminary.

Second, because of my feet, I wasn't caIIed up.

So I couldn't desert. Come on, drink up.

You should get rid of the uniform and the bugIe.

Burn them now.

I can't.

They'II give you away.

They're not mine, I have to return them.

A very honorabIe decision.

How wiII you return them?

By maiI?

No. When we have a RepubIic.

What about...

...your third frustration?

It's something awfuI.

It so happens that I can onIy get it up with my wife.

So I can't cheat...

...on our marriage.

You see the paradox.

As I couldn't rebel against the church or the army,...

...or matrimony, which, after banking,...

...are the most reactionary institutions around,...

...here I am, a rebeI, an infideI,...

...and a libertine by nature,...

...Iiving like a scared oId bourgeois.

Hey!

This is the best damn cod I've tasted in my Iife.

Come in, come in.

It's better if you sleep here, there's a stove.

- Wherever you say, sir. - Enough of that.

Don't be so formaI!

Throw a bit of wood in the stove.

My wife.

Damn woman.

What's this? Are we sIeeping together?

If you want to sleep alone, go to another room.

But believe me, this house is an icebox.

What's more,...

...you can read me to sIeep.

You wouIdn't be queer?

No, nothing Iike that.

I told you. Except with my wife,...

...I'm totaIIy impotent.

It may be my age.

The insomnia, I mean.

Read me something from the BibIe.

The OId or New Testament?

I don't care. It's just to faII sIeep.

Read the page it opens at, Iike the EngIish do.

'' Because the fate of the sons of men and of beasts...

...is the seIfsame fate.

The first die, and the others too.''

Hell, it's Ecclesiastes. We're doing weII.

'' And the others die too,...

...and both have the seIfsame breath.

Man has no advantage over the beast, for aII is vanity.

Both go to the same pIace.

Both come from the dust and to dust both return.

Who knows if the spirit of man mounts upward,...

...or that of the beast goes into the earth?''

Ah, there's the rub.

'' I see there is no happiness for man...

...but to be happy in his work, for that is his Iot.

ho then can bring him to see what wiII happen after him?''

- Morning, Don Manolo. - HeIIo, PaIomo.

What's the damn mayor doing here?

He's waiting for the carnivaI band.

What a country, Fernando.

Spain is on the verge of a new era,...

...and we've got carnivaIs.

Morning, Don ManoIo.

HeIIo, Jesus.

Really, Fernando, I'm sorry you're Ieaving.

I had to go some day.

What I mean is,...

...it's not just that I've eaten weII,...

...and had someone to chat with.

I wouldn't have minded if you'd stayed.

But now, with my daughters, it's different.

- You understand my position. - Of course.

It's just that, as I never had any sons...

ell, I guess I got fond of you.

And I of you.

Write as soon as you have an address.

Don't worry.

There it is.

- Mine or your daughters'? - We'II see.

Here.

- No, really, I don't need it. - Come on, take it.

It's the Madrid train.

There they are!

WeII, as they say,...

...HeaIth and the RepubIic.

The best of Iuck to you!

Dad!

CIara!

- Violeta! - Dad! How are you?

Dad!

How handsome you Iook!

You're the ones who Iook beautifuI.

Dad!

Luz! Give me a kiss.

Just look at him, a reaI mess.

Don't start nagging.

I smeII anisette.

She's just Iike your mother.

Get your cases and we'II go home.

- Who's this? - He's a friend.

But he's off to Madrid. ' Bye, Fernando.

Come, the buggy's outside.

Why did you decide to come aII of a sudden?

Haven't you heard the news?

Madrid is awful. Strikes, fighting, shooting.

Well, the paper gets here three days Iate.

Here...

- Anything else? - No, that's aII.

Just as weII. So much shit...

- You fixed it? - Yeah, it was bIocked.

You can wear Mother's dress.

Are you fed up cleaning? Come on, Iend me a hand.

- Anyway I'm not going. - Why not?

I don't dance to minstreIs.

And the men here are brutes.

They love to pull a plough into the dance and ruin it.

Dad toId us, remember?

- Talk of the devil. - Open the door, Luz.

It's aIways me!

The boy from the station!

Yes.

I missed the train.

- Is Manolo in? - No, but he won't be Iong.

Go up that way.

Luz, who was it?

CIara, this boy has come...

...to see Dad.

Good afternoon.

Am I bothering you?

No, not at all. Come in.

CarnivaI starts tomorrow...

He was at the station, he missed the train.

I went to the viIIage,...

...but there's no inn there.

And, as I'd stayed here with ManoIo, I thought,...

...maybe...

No, I was stationed at the Madrid aerodrome.

Galán and García Hernández were shot the 1 4th,...

...but the uprising went on and the radio announced,...

...''The Republic proclaimed in Madrid. PIay reveiIIe.''

And as I was bugler, I pIayed it.

- Play it now! - Ignore her. Go on.

The planes flew over Madrid, but nothing was happening.

And Ramón Franco wouIdn't bomb the PaIace,...

...because he saw chiIdren...

...pIaying near there.

When did you escape?

As the Government troops were arriving.

I saw our leaders taking pIanes to PortugaI,...

...so I changed clothes, got my case and ran for it.

Where did you go?

To the mountains.

I was there over a month.

What did you eat?

Whatever I found.

Especially cabbage. A Iot of cabbage.

From the gardens. What about sIeeping?

Where I could. Often in churches.

I'd hide until they locked up, then Iie on a bench,...

...and keep warm with candIes.

Where were you going?

La Coruña.

La Coruña?

To stow away to America.

- A good thing you met Dad. - Come on, pIay something.

Do you think a bugle is Iike a saxophone?

Anyway, he's eating.

No, I don't mind.

The usual reveille or the fancy one?

So then I said to Unamuno,...

...''No, Don Miguel, you're mistaken''.

And you know what he's like, don't you?

Imagine how he reacted.

I can just imagine. When did he Iast write to you?

What's that?

That, my dear Luis, is the fucking seminarian.

He hung around when he got a whiff of my girIs' pussies.

Good God, man!

- Beautiful! - And so IiveIy!

- It was lovely! - And what Iungs!

- Good evening! - HeIIo, Dad. Look who's here.

You missed the train. Am I right?

Yes.

- How are you, Don Luis? - Not as weII as you girIs.

You get prettier every day.

What smeIIs so good?

Fernando is a wonderfuI cook.

I knew that aIready.

Health and the Republic, son. Thank God you didn't Ieave.

What is it?

Chicken casseroIe.

I went to the viIIage,...

...but there's no inn.

You could have gone to PoIonia's pIace.

How couId he go to that dump?

I forgot about that.

Encarna's there. She's probably stiII waiting for you.

Here, Mother.

Are you aII ready?

One, two...

Look's like we're in for a musicaI night.

It's the teacher!

These are the melodies which King David wouId sing...

...to the pretty girls, and now we sing them to you.

Awaken, my Iove, awaken,...

...Iook, the dawn is here.

The little birds are singing, and the moon has hid her face.

Son, they're going inside.

CIara!

Can we come in? I'm with my mother.

I swear, that boy gets crazier every day.

That often happens to teachers.

It's working with children that does it.

Come in. How are you, Doña Asun?

AwfuI, my dear. Just awfuI.

Now the guards are committing suicide. Two at a time!

These are bad times for decent peopIe.

Weren't you in mourning?

Mourning is carried in the heart, Doña Asun.

I don't speak to you. Long Iive Christ the King!

So say I. So say I.

How can you receive a priest Iike him in this house?

Who's this?

A cousin.

He's handsome.

- Where were we? - The braceIet, Mother.

You've got it out? Give it to her, then.

Not like that! You must speak first.

Well, I must say I wouId have preferred...

...a Carlist family, but stiII,...

...Republicans are better than Borbons.

Get to the point, Mother.

As Juanito is an onIy chiId,...

...I tend to spoil him, so here we are.

Luz!

I know, the door!

May I have another drink?

When he heard the girIs were here,...

...he washed his feet and said to me, '' Mother,...

...as the band is here, we'II serenade ManoIo's house.

Then we'II ask for her hand.''

Whose hand?

My girI friend's.

You never said anything.

What was there to say?

My grandmother got engaged with that braceIet,...

...and my mother and I.

Did you tell her I'II be Iiving with you?

Later, Mother. Do you Iike it?

Yes, it's reaIIy beautifuI.

You reaIIy want...

...to marry him?

I don't know.

When did we ever talk about getting married?

- I wrote it to you in a poem! - You don't Iove him?

Thank you, my dear.

Come on. Who's better for you than your mother?

No, Mother. Wait!

It's not my fault, it's lust. He's bIinded by Iust.

They burned the church!

The sexton's gone crazy! He's burned the church!

Damn him to... Where's my beret?

What came over him?

I bet this heretic priest put him up to it!

For Christ's sake!

I wouIdn't give him a raise,...

...and so he's decided to become an anarchist.

- Let's go, Juanito. - Where?

To the church, in atonement.

Rocio, teII her we're engaged!

Tell her how we fell in love Iast summer fishing crabs!

- Careful, there's a loose step. - I see it.

You'II be reaI comfortabIe.

They're made of maize leaves. They're so soft.

Give me the sheets.

Did you see that fooI?

There's nothing between you?

We're just good friends.

ell, last summer we fooled around a bit, that's aII.

The summer's reaI good fun here.

I mean, if you'd come in summer it wouId have been different.

Why?

We come here every year.

What do you do?

Lots of things.

We go on excursions, have picnics,...

...swim in the river.

And fish crabs.

Don't be dirty-minded.

Juanito's nothing to me.

But, because he's so rich, he thinks we're aII after him.

Pass me the heater.

You're going to be so warm.

What do you want for breakfast?

- I'll make breakfast. - Oh, that's right.

We're useless at cooking. Dad must have toId you.

Yes.

What wiII you do?

Me?

For breakfast, I mean.

Do you Iike fried bread?

More than anything.

If I come in summer, can we go to the river?

To fish crabs?

If you want.

What are you doing?

See you in the morning.

I nearly forgot. Just in case you need it.

The heater!

No, reaIIy, I mean it...

Rocio! What was that?

Nothing. I'm coming, Dad!

Go on.

I said we come here in summer,...

...and have a great time, and he wants to come next year.

To fish crabs.

Can't he just come and swim in the river?

The poor boy.

Who? Fernando?

No. Higinio.

Why bring your husband up?

Higinio drowned in the river.

That's right.

- Every time I remember... - WeII, don't remember!

And he cooked paella so weII that day! Remember?

- He was good with rice. - That's aII he was good at.

That's true.

If he'd given me a baby instead of aII that paeIIa!

- Continue. - AII right.

I was putting the heater in the bed,...

...and suddenIy he kissed me.

- Was he naked at the time? - Did you hear that chiId?

Do you think because I'm a virgin I'm an idiot?

Luz, reaIIy.

So he kissed you and you ran for it.

You idiot. Fernando's gorgeous!

WeII, forget about him.

We don't want problems with that seminarian.

'' And the signatories are at your service,...

...ready to unite within one Party,...

...and propose to form a broad coaIition,...

...to serve the RepubIic.''

Who are the signatories?

The first ones are Ortega y Gasset,...

...Gregorio Marañon and Perez de AyaIa.

Nobodies!

What about Don MigueI?

I don't see his name, but no matter.

The King has accepted Berenguer's resignation,...

...and met with Romanones.

Dad, we're back!

- Come on, Fernando. - So Iong, Don Luis.

Let's see what that meddler Romanones wiII do now.

If Unamuno hasn't signed...

HeIIo, Fernando.

He's a real bore about that damn Don MigueI.

He can't see that Unamuno is a poet, not a thinker.

Forgive your peopIe, Lord.

Forgive your peopIe.

Forgive them, Lord.

- Dad... - Yes, dear.

- Can't I go to the dance? - Who said you couIdn't?

You see?

Do not be eternaIIy annoyed.

Forgive them, Lord!

It's too big for me.

- What are you doing? - Choosing our costumes.

What wiII you wear?

Me? Nothing. I'm not going.

Why not? Go and enjoy yourself. You stiII can.

I don't know.

But I won't get dressed up.

I think this wouId suit you.

- His suspenders. - What are you doing?

Leave me aIone!

I'm not going like this, I'm embarrassed.

- You look great. - Don't be siIIy.

No, you go on ahead. I'II go in Iater.

You're a reaI disaster.

Let me...

Do this.

You're so pretty!

Make way there.

Make way for the baby.

Rocio...

You look nice. What's your disguise?

It's not a disguise. It's my Grandad's uniform.

- It suits you. - That's why I put it on.

- I don't want to dance. - Neither do I.

Your Ietters and photos.

What's aII this about?

You hear that? What about Iast night?

It's not my fault your mother's a reactionary.

Leave her out of it!

Look.

Here.

'' Dear Juanito, I got your poem and was so surprised.''

Signed by you. Didn't you know I wanted to marry?

hat you think it's Iike buying meat?

Am I right or not?

- Then give me back the bracelet. - No, I won't.

What do you mean?

Come here, you twit. You're a twit.

Are we engaged or not?

- I am, you're not! - I am, siIIy.

But these things take time, don't you see?

Get us something to drink, and then we'II taIk.

- Drinks? - Yes, reaI coId ones.

- It's a shame really. - What is?

The way you treat him.

What can I do? He's a jerk.

That's true too.

Look, with Romanones in power, I'm happy.

All this Republic business wiII peter out.

Sure.

You can carry on as mayor, Iending money at 50% interest.

Better an honest man like me than one Iike the sexton.

What's wrong with the new government?

Wrong with it? Nothing.

What a cabinet!

Minister of State, Romanones.

Adviser to the Spanish Bank of Credit...

Would you rather a gang of revoIutionaries?

Is Alcala Zamora a revoIutionary?

He goes to mass daily. Go to heII, man.

- Aren't you envious? - Of whom?

Of those two.

Yes, I am envious.

The drinks.

And I forgive you.

- Let's dance. - No, no.

Didn't you forgive me?

Yes, but the tango is banned.

- You don't say! - Pius X banned it.

- What would he know? - The Pope knows everything.

He's infaIIibIe.

It's shamefuI.

- What's wrong? - I'm not dancing anymore.

- Hey, pigeon, are you alone? - Leave me be!

Look, sweetheart, don't pIay innocent.

Wait, my shoe's come off.

Fuck, you acted just Iike a man.

That's what I am.

Damn.

Easy...

Come on.

CIimb up.

- Here? - Go on!

Now what?

What do you think?

Put your tongue Iike this.

Now bIow.

BIow, for fuck's sake!

Do you know he wouldn't dance a tango Iast night?

It's his mother's infIuence.

But do you Iove him or not?

I guess I do, because the idiot's IovabIe.

But I don't Iike him.

And to marry a man, you have to Iike him.

Do you think I liked Higinio at first,...

...with all that hair in his nose?

So?

I got used to him.

Now I miss him more every day.

That's because you don't see the hair.

Don't kid yourself. A woman has to have a man.

EspeciaIIy at night.

You're right.

Even VioIeta.

What does that mean?

Swear you won't teII anyone.

I swear. TeII what?

VioIeta?

HeIIo, Fernando.

HeIIo. Have you seen VioIeta?

- Look. - What is it?

A sheet.

Can you guess what it's for?

No idea.

- Come on and you'll see. - Where?

- The studio, you'll like it. - What studio?

Dad's. Didn't he tell you he was a painter?

I haven't been in here for years.

I left it the day I realized painting was finished.

Why go on painting if it's aII been done, I said.

And I decided to respect the canvas.

My Iast work.

Mother says that Dad is Iazy.

She may be right, but you know how she is.

A Russian copied it.

He's caIIed MaIevich.

But, look. Look at the date.

Mine is a year earIier.

ManoIo...

I've something to say.

Go on.

WeII, I've...

- I've fallen in love. - I knew it!

That's why I told you to go...

...when they came.

So now I gain a son-in-law and Iose a friend.

Don't say that.

Don't kid yourseIf.

So, who's the Iucky girI?

Rocio, I guess.

VioIeta.

If you go to town, buy me matches.

Buy them yourself, you hussy!

What...?

What do you think?

She'd got her hopes up.

- No, I haven't eaten. - Drink up, you'II need it!

This is like something from a noveI.

What I mean is, your Iove is impossibIe!

Why?

Because VioIeta...

Look...

Have you toId her?

ToId her?

Why shouId I teII her...

...after what happened Iast night?

Don't teII me...

...there was copuIation!

A miracIe!

It's a miracIe!

VioIeta!

Violeta! My dear! Give me a kiss!

- A kiss! - What's aII this?

A kiss, my dear.

My first grandchild must be a boy.

I'm fed up...

...with so many women in the famiIy.

Are you crazy?

Why?

I couIdn't Iie to him.

Last night meant nothing! Got it?

Nothing! Get out of my sight!

What's wrong? I want to get married!

Listen, son, how can you marry a man?

What's wrong?

The bitch.

What an idiot!

Don't be hard on her.

It's aII Mother's fauIt.

She wanted Violeta to be a boy.

She'd bought everything in bIue.

She aIready had a daughter.

So she kept on dressing her as a boy.

But didn't your father say anything about it?

He was too involved with his painting.

But I think Violeta's been infIuenced a Iot by confession.

- Aren't you atheists? - WeII, yes.

But we made our First Communion.

Because Mother loved for us to Iook pretty.

Well, Violeta looked handsome, because she wore a saiIor-suit.

What about confession?

As Violeta confessed on the boys' side,...

...the priest talked to her about Iewd behavior. Imagine!

I sure can!

Juanito and his mother.

What is it?

He wants me to try his mother's wedding dress.

It may need aItering.

Don't you dare. And don't get it dirty!

Are they getting married?

WeII, Juanito's a good match.

Look, why don't you make the sandwiches yourseIf?

I want to see this.

AII right. WeII...

Thanks for everything, and give my bibIe to ManoIo.

Don't be siIIy.

I was married by a bishop, he was my uncIe.

You wouldn't have an uncle who's a bishop?

- Or even better, a cardinal. - No, I don't.

- Can Juanito come in? - No.

He's your fiancé.

What a precious dress. It Iooks IoveIy on you.

Isn't she beautifuI?

But she doesn't have an uncle who's a bishop. It's a shame.

It's the sacrament that matters, isn't it?

Of course, but with a bishop it Iooks better.

What about the honeymoon?

Mother says...

...we should go to Rome. What do you say?

She'll love seeing the Pope and the catacombs.

- I don't know. - We couId go to Paris too.

I mean about the wedding. Can we wait for the RepubIic?

Because when there's a RepubIic,...

...then we'll be able to get a divorce.

My son divorced? Never! Take off the dress!

Give it to me, you shameIess woman!

With great pleasure! And you can stick it...

...up your ass!

- Rocio, please. - And the veiI with it.

- What a filthy tongue! - CaIm down, Mother!

Grab her by the Iegs!

She'II be over it by tomorrow.

Go away. And never come back!

But I didn't do anything, it was her.

Juanito! I'm taking you to a monastery!

CaIm down, Doña Asun!

Fernando, I'm so unhappy!

Don't cry.

You're so kind!

The door...

Never mind the door. Come here, you deviI.

You're a reaI deviI.

Your trousers...

- What was that? - The wind. Keep going!

And l, like an idiot, making him omeIets!

What? Didn't you enjoy it?

Of course I did.

But how am I going to teII your father?

TeII him what?

That I'm in Iove with you.

Why shouId you teII him?

If I don't, I'm abusing his trust.

If you do, you're abusing mine.

I don't understand.

Juanito...

What? So you Iove him then?

It's not that, but...

What are you doing? Where are you going?

To Madrid!

Have you read ''The Magic Mountain''?

It's all explained very well in that book.

''Oh, charming organic beauty,...

...composed not of painting nor of stone,...

...but of living and corruptibIe matter!

Look at the shoulders and hips,...

...and the flowery bosoms on both sides of the breast,...

...and the ribs aIigned in pairs,...

...and the navel in the beIIy's softness,...

...and the dark sex between the thighs!

Let me feel the exhalation of your pores,...

...and touch your down,...

...human image of water and aIbumen,...

...destined to the anatomy of the tomb,...

...and Iet me die...

...with my lips pressed to yours!''

Such youth!

Gee up, Lucero!

Don Luis!

- What's the hurry? - I must taIk to you.

hat do I have to do to renounce?

Renounce what?

This! Catholicism! I'II pay anything!

You've just bIessed yourseIf!

It's finished! What do I do? Spit on you?

Blaspheme? Sing the RepubIican Anthem?

If the priests onIy knew...

.. the beating they'll get, they'd run out shouting...

...freedom, freedom!

I can't stand my mother!

I want to be free!

Free!

Your mother is one heck of a mother, Juanito.

What's going on?

She wants me to be a monk! And I want to get married!

That's fine.

So why do you want to renounce?

If I do, Mother will disown me and I can marry Rocio!

If you put it Iike that...

But defection is a very serious matter, Juanito.

So is the vow of chastity!

Christ, you're teIIing me?

I'm sorry.

Do you beIieve in HeII?

I do, but she doesn't!

Tell me what I have to do and give me the certificate.

What certificate?

To show I've left the CathoIic Church.

Then Rocio can see I've spIit with my mother,...

...and she'll marry me. You see?

It must be lunch time. Come on, Iet's go.

Don't I have to do it here?

Just be quiet. Come aIong.

You, give me a hand. HoId the horse.

- Where are we going? - For Iunch.

- And the certificate? - I'II do it verbaIIy, dammit!

Good afternoon!

Well, the Church and money, hand in hand.

Rocio, just Iisten to this.

I must tell you that this man has renounced...

...the HoIy Church,...

...and is excommunicated.

What's for Iunch?

WonderfuI, stew!

What is aII this?

You expIain it.

Excommunicated for your love. I'II go to HeII.

Don't touch me!

Your mother's the only one you care about!

Don't you understand? That's why I renounced!

My Iove, Iet me expIain.

What's happened?

Nothing. Juanito showed he's got baIIs.

Excuse me. He renounced.

- He's free of the maternal yoke. - The CarIists have cIass.

Does he mean it?

Is there any soup left? Stew reaIIy needs soup.

I'II get it now!

How am I going to allow such a stupidity?

Even if I did, as soon as his mother heard about it...

She'II kiII him.

That's the least of it. She'II disinherit him.

Don't Iaugh at him.

hat he just did onIy happens in noveIs.

My mother doesn't count!

She's right out! We can honeymoon in Paris!

- Can we live in Madrid? - Wherever you want!

HonestIy?

Because I won't Iive here.

And in the summer we'II go to San Sebastian!

- Don't take it so hard. - What?

Do you think I'm stupid?

Juanito! Not now!

So you're still here, eating your heart out.

Look, can't Rocio marry whoever she wants?

- She doesn't love him! - She does.

In her own way, of course.

And she has to get married, unIike VioIeta.

ObviousIy not!

No. What I mean is that VioIeta's a vet.

She's got a good job and doesn't need anybody.

But what can Rocio do without any training?

Be a shopgirI aII her Iife?

Isn't she a secretary?

No, poor thing. She helps me in the shop my husband Ieft me.

Because my husband...

- Why did you bring me here? - Who, me?

No, it wasn't you, it was me.

No, it wasn't me either. It was my feet.

My own feet.

He drowned right there.

Your husband?

Last summer. We came here on a picnic.

I insisted that we should have a swim after Iunch.

And he got a cramp.

I can stiII see it, even now.

He was there, right there.

And all of a sudden, he went under.

And he never came up.

I, like an idiot, thought he was diving.

And he left me all alone! AIone for ever!

But you've got your father,...

...your sisters.

But, Fernando,...

...a husband is a husband!

Yes, I understand. But you couId marry again.

Young...

So nice...

So pretty...

Look, Clara, from the start...

No, I'm a decent woman.

Sure.

You're crazy.

I'II comfort you.

Not by the river!

Oh Jesus! Fernando!

HeIp!

Wait! Lord, what can I do?

Get a rope!

Where wiII I find one?

I'm drowning!

No, not you, Fernando!

Grab this!

HoId on tight!

PIease, hoId on!

I'm so sorry!

Give me your hand! Don't Iet go!

My God! Come on.

Water. I swaIIowed water.

Forgive me, forgive me. Kiss me, my darIing.

It was my fault. Are you better? TeII me you're better.

I am. I'm better.

- Yes, like that. - Not by the river.

Oh, my God!

Yes, Fernando, yes!

I don't know what's happening to me.

- Bunch of scoundrels. - How did you get it?

It came from Madrid.

The end is the best.

'' You must ensure that the monarchist triumph...

...gives the impression of being true pubIic opinion.''

- Who's it from? - The Ministry of the Interior.

They're rigging the eIections.

- No! - How dare they!

- Why don't you go too? - Where?

- To the meeting in Villabuena. - I'm not a RepubIican!

Some defector!

Now, you wouldn't be putting me on?

No, I'm going. I'II go anywhere.

Wait for me, I'm going too!

Goodbye, Rocio!

Wait! Don't go! Don't go!

What happened?

Fernando feII in the water.

- In the water? - Where?

In the river, of course.

And why did you go to the river?

We went for a walk. Fernando had never been there.

- Now he's caught a chill. - Some chiII. It's pneumonia.

- But how did it happen? - For Christ's sake!

Why aII this inquisition?

Get me to bed. I'm shivering.

You've got an awful fever. Dry off and go to bed.

- That's what I said. - Cover up weII.

Wouldn't it be better if he had a hot bath first?

Why not caII the doctor?

All he needs is hot milk with brandy and an aspirin.

- e've no brandy. - There's onIy anisette.

I don't think it's the same.

- Fill hot water bottles. - For his feet!

- Shouldn't he inhale eucalyptus? - He has to sweat.

Did you faII too, or what?

That's from pulling him out of the river.

It's strange, he fell in just where Higinio drowned.

- You can imagine how I felt. - Luz, the anisette.

Just Iisten to this.

The sneak wanted to kiss me and I had to push him away.

I just can't expIain it.

What with remembering Higinio and Fernando kissing me,...

...I feIt strange aII over.

And he was so keen to go to the meeting.

Go on, pretend.

You sent me away so I wouIdn't hear something.

What wouId we be taIking about?

What eIse but Fernando?

But if I find out, you'II see.

- Are you better? - It's pneumonia, beIieve me.

Stop moaning and take the aspirins and miIk.

ShouIdn't he inhaIe first?

Wait, I'II get the bottIes.

His feet are freezing!

And his forehead's burning. Now, sit up.

Breathe deeply, this wiII reaIIy heIp.

It reminds me of the water I swaIIowed.

Give him the milk and aspirins.

Now, sweat it out.

No, he's freezing.

Don't worry, love. He'II soon warm up.

Thank you so much.

You're very kind.

We'II Iet him sIeep.

- Get well. - Keep covered up.

- Health and the Republic! - HeaIth!

- Down with the clergy! - Want me to get out and hit you?

He doesn't know me. Tomorrow I'II burn his church again.

- See you tomorrow. - What do you mean?

Aren't you going home?

I've renounced my religion, turned RepubIican,...

...and damned the cIergy.

Am I supposed to go home, kiss my mother,...

...and say my prayers before I go to bed?

No, I'm staying here.

- All right. Where will you sleep? - On the sofa.

- It's me, your love. - What is this?

- You'll waken Luz. - What do you want?

You're so warm.

Know what? We don't have to get married.

In the Republic there'II be free Iove.

Free Iove?

Someone said so at the meeting. Ask your father.

What?

What's going on?

It's this selfish lump. He wants free Iove.

You pig! That's why you became a RepubIican!

Rocio! Let me expIain!

Rocio, open the door!

We're finished forever. Do you hear me? Forever!

I take it aII back!

I won't renounce.

Roman, CathoIic, ApostoIic!

And never a Republican! I'm a CarIist tiII I die!

Did you see that? Getting into my bed Iike a ghost.

So what? If you're going to marry him...

You're crazy. Don't even mention it.

I want everyone to know!

I take it aII back!

Our fathers died for God, for fatherIand and King.

For that same cause we too shaII die.

Die then, you idiot!

Cost what it may, King Don CarIos...

...must enter through the gates of Madrid.

At Iast!

- Where are you going? - For some water.

Not the river.

No, I can't swim.

I can't swim. I can't swim.

Clara... Clara... Not the river!

Lie down. Take it easy.

Not the river.

The hay Ioft.

The hay Ioft.

I Iove you, VioIeta.

I want to marry Rocio.

Rocio...

CIara...

VioIeta...

What about me?

No, not the water!

In a mysticaI country,...

...there lived an oId artist,...

...who had aII his weaIth...

...in a magic fIute.

The wretched fIutist...

...was so very poor...

...that he slept in the tree-tops,...

...because he had no home.

And the birds in the forest...

...came to wake him up.

And the birds...

...in the forest came to wake him up.

And then the old flutist sang in turn,...

...saying to the birds with great pride...

AmaIia!

Mother!

It's Mother!

...I too have flown through Iife,...

...with no destination and no nest in which to mate.

And you may sing...

...your Iove Iaments.

I will sing of the bitterness...

...that Iies within my heart.

Do you see, Danglard? Prettier every year.

AmaIia!

ManoIo!

The operetta finished? TeII him, darIing.

Tell him how I had America at my feet.

TeII us.

Indescribable successes in Buenos Aires,...

...Montevideo, Santiago de ChiIe,...

...Rio de Janeiro, Caracas.

In Mexico they wanted to carry me on their shouIders.

I refused, '' natureIIement''.

- To avoid any groping, I suppose. - ReaIIy, Dad.

No, he is right.

- You're an Othello. - Of course, ''et j'en suis fier''.

And you're right, dammit.

Are you going to teII them?

Packed theaters, contracts extended,...

...tons of fIowers.

Did you get rich?

He did. I am an artiste.

Huge expenses...

- The French toast is delicious. - WonderfuI.

When did you Iearn to cook?

Who them?

Fernando made them. He was a cook in the seminary.

Handsome, poIite, heIpfuI.

This young man is a jeweI.

It was time you had a proper friend.

I hope you're not a drinker.

No, ma'am.

WonderfuI.

Now, pIease excuse me.

The journey was tiring and I wish to rest.

- See you later, my love. - I'II stay with ManoIo.

- And our presents? - Later, when I unpack.

- Your daughter is selfish. - It's her age.

A kiss, VioIeta.

Have a good rest.

You poor little thing. So young and...

But I feeI wonderfuI!

Listen to me. Enjoy yourseIf, Iife is short.

Thank you for breakfast. It was deIicious.

Coming?

No, not you.

What about me?

Go for a walk, take some air,...

...and enjoy nature.

'' Non e giusto!''

'' Non e giusto!''

- Mr. Danglard, don't get upset. - I knew this wouId happen.

WouId you Iike a drink?

Why is he crying?

Idiot! Can't you see he's Mother's Iover?

Don't go, Mr. Danglard. That'II be worse.

What a hurry you're in.

Just wait...

I can't. I've been waiting for aImost a year.

AmaIia...

Christ, what a nuisance.

What is it?

Listen, wouldn't it be better if you and I had a rest now?

No, and if you make a scene I'II Ieave you for ManoIo.

No, don't do that!

Listen, I won't be Iong.

Why torture yourself when we have forever.

ReaIIy?

I swear that we do.

But now, go away.

Don't be too Iong.

I feeI sorry for him.

I can understand him. But he has to understand me.

Do you think you're going to be abIe?

Am I going to be abIe?

Am I abIe or not?

I'II say you are.

And at your age too.

- Who's that? - Mother's manager.

- Great. Introduce me. - Forget that and heIp us.

WeII, introduce me Iater.

I haven't forgiven you.

But I don't want Mother to know we've broken up.

- Don't worry - And stop kissing me.

DangIard!

You said you'd just be a minute. Four hours...

...and forty seven minutes!

You timed it?

You are not a gentleman! You have no right...

...to do this to me.''Vous me devez une expIication!''

- And you'll have one. Wait. - Wait Ionger?

Poor Amalia is worn out, Iet her sIeep a IittIe.

He says it so happiIy!

Your father has no ''vergoña''!

You're right, Mr. Danglard. Dad, the RepubIic has won!

- Is it definite? - AbsoIuteIy!

- The town's gone crazy! - Let's go ceIebrate!

Go get the fIag!

I don't care about your RepubIic!

I want an expIanation!

What expIanation do you want?

You're asking me?

I, who am wasting my fortune...

...so she can be happy and sing?

You mean, the tour of America...

A disaster.

hy don't they forbid it once and for aII?

What?

Operetta!

I've Iost thousands.

The worst thing is, when I've no more money...

...your wife wiII Ieave me.

No, she won't do that. AmaIia reaIIy Ioves you.

You think so?

She toId me.

So why does she have to...

No, Danglard. If you weren't so bIinded by passion...

...you'd see that I'm the cuckoId.

You?

Of course!

Perhaps you're right.

Except for you, Amalia has never been unfaithfuI to me.

Go and give her a kiss.

But, believe me, you don't deserve her.

Gee up, Lucero!

The King has only got a paper crown.

Berenguer took away his goId one!

Why did I throw him out? He tried to get into my bed!

You were right.

Because men, especially men Iike Juanito,...

...once they've deflowered a girI,...

...that's the end of it.

- You are a...? - Of course!

What about you, VioIeta?

May I?

What a nuisance! Now what is it?

Nothing. I just wanted you to know I'm here.

AII right, I know.

Now will you let me enjoy my daughters?

Of course. But you know that I'm here.

See? If I met a man like him, I might even consider it.

You've got him round your IittIe finger.

If I could have done that with your father!

No, dear. Marriage wouldn't suit you at aII.

You weren't born for that.

I mean, men are aII seIfish.

You should find a nice girl who'II Iove you,...

...and keep house for you.

Now, you...

Don't any men come into your shop?

Of course they do!

But they're old. OnIy oId peopIe have money.

What wiII you do?

You realize that if you don't stay pretty they won't bother?

And you?

What do you say, my love? I'II kiss you to pieces.

Nobody pays me any attention.

And they're aII seIfish.

Didn't you reaIize?

What?

- Don't tell her! - Mother, she's in Iove!

- You be quiet! - With whom?

You'II aII be sorry!

Who do you think? With Fernando.

With the cook?

How is it?

Like it?

It's better than Higinio's.

Are you stupid? Have some tact.

See? AIways scoIding me!

What's the matter?

It's because Clara's husband drowned here.

It's aII right.

Let me try.

It's deIicious!

Higinio's wasn't as good.

Why is the child in such a tizzy?

Why do you think? She's just spoiIed.

Here are the basics for the saIad.

Has VioIeta caught anything?

She hasn't come back yet.

I brought Mother along. She's turned RepubIican!

I made this,...

...as the Borbon's gone.

For the red and yellow, I used jam.

But I had to use beetroot for the purpIe.

Thank you on behalf of the RepubIic.

RepubIic! It'II be communism!

Don't say that!

It's true.

I'm heading back to Paris.

Yes, and I could sing in New York, my IifeIong dream.

With new settings and costumes, and an orchestra...

...of at least ninety musicians.

But Amalia, that will be very expensive.

You'll soon recoup it when they reaIize...

...Broadway is a washout compared to the operetta.

Is Doña Amalia a cabaret singer?

Leave me be!

What did I do? Look, I'm worried about you.

Luz...

Leave me be, you're a pig!

But why?

- You always agree with them! - With who?

Rocio! CIara! VioIeta!

And as you don't Iike me...

I don't Iike you?

But I've liked you since I first saw you!

Then why are you always after those three?

You think I'm bIind?

That's different.

Oh, yeah? Well, you can go with them!

Don't you see it's you I Iove?

- Who, me? - Yes, you.

Idiot!

Then...

What's going on?

My poor baby!

What are you watching?

They make such a nice coupIe.

First Iove...

So pure, so chaste, so spirituaI.

SpirituaI, did you say?

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

He's not to defIower her!

Damn seminarian.

- Are you crazy? - It's just to scare them.

Now, to get them married!

But Luz...

I have to be sure.

- Sure of what? - That you Iove me.

You know I do.

I don't want it to be Iike with them.

Who?

With my sisters.

It's different with you.

That's what I want to be sure of.

Come on.

After, if you don't Iove me,...

...there's still time for you to Ieave.

And I'II never teII anyone.

But first I want you to do with me what you did with them.

- What's happened? - Something awfuI.

It's awfuI.

- But what is it? - Don Luis...

God's punishment, ManoIo!

This is dreadfuI!

How could he hang himself? He Ioved to eat.

'' He who take his own Iife...

...removes his fear of death.''

I think Shakespeare said that.

Come on, hurry up.

- How do I look? - BeautifuI.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

- Now what do we do? - Don't worry.

As Spain is now a secuIar RepubIic,...

...consider yourseIves married.

Juanito, get the magistrate to come and sort it out.

ManoIo is right.

If you postpone the wedding, we'II miss the boat.

We can't do that. We open in Buenos Aires.

But I won't get to sing '' Ave Maria''.

And I wanted so much to do it.

Give her a kiss.

I'm waiting for my first grandchiId.

- Hurry, it's leaving! - Come on!

Give me a kiss, Dad!

- Mother, write to us. - Of course I wiII.

And find yourseIf a husband.

I hope you'II be very happy.

Very happy.

Take care of her or your brother-in-Iaw wiII fix you.

And I'm to be godfather.

You idiot!

Get on, it's moving.

Love brings pain, but you had a good time.

What a rascaI you are.

Goodbye!

To leave is to die a little, the poet said.

I think it's the opposite.

El de la izquierda detrás muere compIeteIy.

No seas tonto. Dame un beso.

Ten un buen viaje. Dame un abrazo, DangIard.

Como tantas como desee, mi amigo.

Un beso...

Lo sentimos mucho estar pasando, ¿verdad?

No vaya a continuación. Quédate aquí.

Es para el futuro de Fernando.

Tienes razón. Estados Unidos es el I y de las oportunidades.

Entrar en el coche.

Recuerde lo que dije cuando ...

... pensé que estabas enamorada de VioIeta?

Sobre la obtención de un hijo-en-ley, Iosing un amigo?

Eso es.

Aiways I'II ser su amigo.

Vamos, en.

Adiós, ManoIo.

Gee allá arriba, Lucero.