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THERE IS NOW A SPANIARD WHO WANTS TO BE ALIVE AND STARTS TO LIVE,

BETWEEN A SPAIN THAT DIES AND ANOTHER THAT YAWNS.

LITTLE SPANIARD COMING INTO THE WORLD, MAY GOD KEEP YOU.

ONE OF THESE SPAINS WILL MAKE YOUR BLOOD RUN COLD.

ANTONIO MACHADO

APRIL 14, 1931

Octavio!

Octavio, it's coming!

So soon?

You're not dreaming?

No, I dreamt I was peeing myself, that's why I woke up.

So much water, it's like a creek.

I'll get the doctor!

No, no, no. It's coming now!

- Already? No, no, no. - It's coming. Yes, yes.

It looks like a fish.

What do I do?

- Help me get it out. - How? Do I get the fishing rod?

No, don't make me laugh.

See? It's a fish.

Let's see.

Ay, ay, ay.

Fish or not, he's going to be named after you: Octavio.

What do we do with this? You're still joined.

It has to be cut.

And if you stay like that forever? I wouldn't mind.

And the cord will grow with the boy, so we always know where he is.

Maybe in a few years it'll go round the house.

- You have to... - Amazing.

You have to boil the knife and cut the cord.

Then you must get the placenta out of me.

Boiled knife!

Delicious!

Hello.

Hello.

Don't move, I'll be right back.

Do I put salt in it?

No.

Sure, it's a river fish, not a sea fish.

I'm an idiot.

Something's going on here.

We're going to mix this...

with this.

Now, yes.

That's it. The knife's on.

Rosa.

Rosa.

Hey.

Rosa, Rosa.

Rosa. Rosa, listen to me.

I'll get the doctor. Hold on. Please, hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Rosa's given birth! And she's in a bad way.

Arturo's not in, he drove to a birth in a house on Soto de Abajo.

Doctor!

Doctor!

What's wrong?

Rosa's had a boy, she's very weak!

She's going to die!

Wait a moment, Octavio!

What's going on?

- Relax. - My God.

Breathe, calm down.

It hurts, Venancio, I think it's pushing again.

- No... - It really hurts.

Honey, there are hours to go.

There's a long while to go, right, Doctor?

Yes, there are still many hours until dilation.

You see?

I'm going urgently, a woman has given birth in Soto de Arriba.

No, no, don't go, please.

- This woman could die. - And what about me?

You won't die, but the baby is in a bad position

and if you get nervous it'll be much worse,

so try to sleep, I'll be back straight away.

But don't be long!

Relax.

- You have to calm down. - I can't.

Breathe, you must calm down. Don't yell, you'll hurt the baby.

I think it's a girl, poor thing, she wants to come out.

Oh, God! It really hurts.

Will you shut up?!

Come on.

The vote recount has been finalized

in the municipal elections two days ago.

Republican parties defeated Monarchist parties in the big cities,

and provincial capitals,

although not in number of votes in Spain as a whole.

But demonstrations have already been announced for today in the big cities

to proclaim the Second Republic.

This is the political crisis of a country

that went to bed Monarchist and woke up Republican.

- Long live the Republic! - Hurrah!

They should teach you husbands how to get the placenta out.

- Is that woman not dying now? - No, she's not dying.

- How is yours? - She fell asleep.

Good, she was very nervous.

We've lost the mother!

What?

The boy has to be taken out.

She thinks it's a girl.

Her body's still warm.

Adela, my love.

Adela.

No, my love.

No.

Adela, Adela.

My love, my love.

My love, I'm sorry.

I shouted at you, I always shout at you.

I apologize for all my shouting.

We'll have a beautiful daughter and I swear I'll never shout at her.

I promise you, I'll never shout at her.

Yes.

It's a girl.

She'll be called Adela, like you.

Our daughter was born with the Republic, you know?

My girl, you'll live in a more just Spain.

MARCH 3, 1939

After almost three years of war for national salvation,

the Red army is beginning to fall apart.

It won't be long until Franco's troops gain the peace of Spain.

And on the day of the victory of freedom

the cry of redeeming fascism will be heard aloud,

having exterminated Bolshevism.

Come on.

A great day for fishing. Let's go.

Rosa!

- Come on. - It's all ready.

Do you really think it's safe to go out?

There's no problem, it's close by.

Soto de Arriba is National now.

Franco's about to visit us, he'll come in that very door.

- Didn't you know that? - Franco's coming here?

Did you hear that?

I think that's Franco, behind there with all his guards.

His guards? How many?

I don't know, about 500 red berets.

Let's check. Three, two, one...

Son, they're your father's bright ideas. Go on, go.

Dad, your gun sight is up and it's crooked.

Yes, it was hit.

But hit hard.

Do you know why?

Because the Red I spot with the gunsight falls.

To catch something big, you just need patience and hope.

I thank God for my family.

For having a son who farts when he laughs.

And when he laughs, he lets out a fart.

And I thank God for a wife who couldn't be better or prettier.

The finest dresses in the world couldn't improve her.

And the less clothes she wears,

the more irresistibly pretty she is.

That's strange, isn't it? Someone better without clothes.

Very strange, Dad.

Octavio. Octavio! Come!

Hey, Ernesto! About time you came fishing with me.

Is that him?

Yes, he's Octavio Goya, yesterday he set up a firing squad.

They shot ten from Soto de Abajo.

Your weapon.

Say goodbye to your family.

Come, come.

You keep fishing,

I'll hunt something for Mom to prepare.

Good?

I love you.

No!

Patience and hope.

Dad, it's going to bite!

- Aim! - Long live Franco!

Fire!

Dad!

A fish almost bit, Dad.

You couldn't shoot me with two rifles!

You'll see, Mister Red!

Reds! Your souls are burnt by the Devil!

We've got rid of the worst one.

If I were you, I'd throw that rifle away.

Lest it turns against you.

Against me? The war is against us.

Madrid is about to fall.

In the Wolf's Ravine

is a fountain that gushes

the blood of the Spaniards

who died for their homeland.

Poor mothers,

how they cry

on seeing their sons

go off to war.

Adela.

- Hello, Dad. - Hello, my girl.

- Where are you coming from? - The river.

Why do you have two rifles?

Nationals! National troops!

In Soto de Arriba National troops are concentrating.

They have armored cars! Tanks!

Dad! What's happening?

Dad! Dad!

What's happening, Dad?

Will you shut up?!

Forgive me for shouting at you.

Forgive me. I never have, right?

Tell me I've never shouted at you!

No, Dad, it's the first time you've shouted at me.

Then forget it, it'll never happen again.

Let's go!

- We're not going home? - No, to the school.

Which is your home too.

What are you going to talk to us about today, Don Venancio?

My girl... Listen.

This is very important.

You have to be ready,

because the fascists are going to take Soto de Abajo today.

You were born when the Republic was proclaimed, 8 years ago.

But it hasn't lasted long for us.

My girl, get ready.

The fascists, who'll win this war,

will allow only one Spain to live and they'll destroy the other.

- I don't want them to kill you. - I won't be a teacher again.

But why not? What will they do to you?

Listen, Dad, even if the fascists win the war, you obey them.

And we kids will tell them you're the town's best teacher

and you'll keep teaching here, okay?

Don't kill him, please, mister fascist. He's my father, he's all I have.

No crying, my girl, no crying.

Your daughter's saved your life.

Dad!

See, Dad? I'm not crying.

Very good, my girl.

Give me your belt.

That's it.

You have to tighten it hard here.

Very tight.

Mom would be proud of you.

MAY 1, 1952

You're loaded!

Today I brought three more books, you read so fast lately.

It's my escape.

I read too, every night.

I recognize your words in the books, like "escape".

Oh, I brought you this too! I made it myself.

You only brought me one?

Keep reading, read all you can,

because in Spain now those who know the least rule,

cultural mediocrities, but Franco won't last forever.

Of the books I brought, I only had time to read one.

Give me back the others next time and tell me what you like most.

Next time?

They're processing lots of people.

My girl, very few.

You're just accused of being a teacher during the Republic.

You didn't to anything wrong.

I did some things, we were at war.

Yes, but the best thing you did was teach, educate.

I taught you secular education, now it's banned.

Well, how are they treating you?

The warden gives me all the food you bring me.

Although I'm sure he eats some of it.

Perhaps, it's not easy to know.

Is there something I should know, girl?

Nothing.

Are you sure? The warden says there's nothing between you,

but he keeps asking about you.

I keep quiet, of course.

You're not in love?

All I want is for you to be okay.

I'd never be okay if I knew it was at the cost of your dignity.

Dignity? You see, that word I also learned in books.

But my dignity is mine alone, Dad.

Are you still cleaning?

Yes, everything they tell me to.

I'd even clean this jail it they let me see you more.

You see? That's my dignity, Dad, to be able to see you.

To see you looking well and dream that one day you'll be free

and we can live together.

Don't worry, Dad, I never cry, I can control myself.

I love you, my girl.

Here I go!

If in the sky I had power,

this night black as a well,

with the blade of the moon...

Colonel,

this order just arrived.

If I were the queen of daylight,

of the wind and of the sea...

I would wear slave ropes for your freedom...

Do you want me to undress now?

If your father got out of here,

would you and I keep seeing each other?

Is he getting out? Has he been pardoned?

No.

The order comes from above.

What?

Forgive me, Dad, I shouldn't cry.

I'm very sorry, Adela, but you knew it was coming.

Will he have time to read these books?

He reads very quickly lately.

And to eat all this?

- No. - What do you mean, no?

What do you mean, no?

Adela...

Adela, please tell me we'll keep seeing each other.

If he's shot, I'll leave forever.

The order comes from Franco himself.

He wants to make the most of the 1st of May,

the day of labor, the day of the Reds.

I want them to let me weep your sorrows

and to be by your side, my darling,

drinking the tears of your loneliness.

I'll be back in two minutes.

Wait for me naked.

FATHERLAND, BREAD AND JUSTICE

Silence!

Opening in Barcelona, the International Eucharist Congress...

This order must be carried out at once.

Yes, sir.

- He's come from eating up Adela. - Some guys are lucky.

Look who's signed it.

- The Generalisimo? - Yes.

What handwriting, the authority shows.

Come on, everyone form up in the courtyard, now!

Let's go, now! Come on, now!

In line, double file!

Hut!

Left, left! Left, right, left!

Halt!

Line up in single file in front of the wall!

Waiting for the entry of the prisoners!

Division of prisoners!

First prisoner here!

Second prisoner here!

One-Arm here!

Fourth prisoner here!

Squad! Ready!

Hut!

Aim!

Hut!

Fire!

The end of food rationing has been decreed,

12 years after implementing the card scheme.

So, today's the big day, huh?

Yes, I'm introducing her to my mother, yes.

But have you asked for her hand already?

No, that's happening today.

Are you going to talk to her father?

Her parents died in the War.

Well, think that those bastard Reds killed them.

- To put your mind at ease. - Think about One-Arm.

Right.

Why did One-Arm bleed so much?

Because you're distracted today and you shot him in the stump.

No.

Today I got a rifle...

Don't worry, he's in Hell now.

I'm going to give it up.

The uniform.

Hello.

Hello.

- How is it? - Fine, normal.

I'm not excited by it anymore.

I mean my dress.

Ah,

you look very pretty.

Did you want to tell me today what was so important?

How did your parents die?

- No one wanted to tell me. - Good.

What did you do today that it doesn't thrill you?

Someone lost an arm on the hunt.

You've been hunting?

I'm in the hunting and fishing brigade, yes.

But I want to give it up.

Especially the hunting, I want no more rifles in my life.

What do you hunt?

Fishing, fishing,

Fishing is the future.

A fishing rod...

I want to change my life.

With you.

I want us to go and live in Madrid. The two of us, with a fishing rod.

But what'll we do in Madrid with a fishing rod?

As my father said: "with patience and hope".

That's not bad. And to live?

Come, I'll introduce you to my mother.

Yes?

- Mom, may I? - Of course.

This is Claudia, my girlfriend.

- Rosa, my mother. - Hello.

- How are you, my girl? - Good.

Mom, I want you here

for what I'm going to tell you.

You're the two most important people in my life

and I want you to help me to be a good man,

because...

I can't take it anymore.

But you are good.

I want children and when I die I want them to be proud of me.

May they not speak badly,

may they have nothing to reproach me for.

I...

still haven't caught a big fish,

so we'll try in a big city where we can be who we want.

Mom, I've asked Claudia to go and live in Madrid

and she thought it was a wonderful idea.

I haven't said anything, but yes...

- But... - ...I'm going with you.

- You're giving up your military career? - Fishing.

The hunting and fishing brigade, sorry.

But I'm taking Dad's rod.

- Of course. - And what about you?

What about me, son?

Will you come with us to Madrid?

Well, I can sell this house.

Franco gave it to me, for the death of your father, may he rest in peace.

But with that perhaps we can make a start.

You still haven't asked for my hand.

Oh, well...

SEPTEMBER 22, 1964

MARY QUANT LAUNCHES MINISKIRT IN LONDON

Aren't you ready yet?

Get dressed, please, we'll be late for Mass.

Is that your second vermouth?

You know I find it hard to go.

Do it, even if it's for your son,

so he has a more devout mother, like his schoolmates.

I'm dressing like that, right?

Dark stockings,

a skirt that covers my knees, a blouse with no neckline, oh...

and the veil.

You know what you could do?

We're going to church so you could pray for your father

who I'm sure that God has in Heaven.

- My father's not in Heaven. - God is infinite, excuse me.

My father didn't do anything wrong.

All the dead from the War, as long as they had a good heart,

God has taken them to his bosom.

But my father didn't die in the War and you know it, he was shot by Franco.

And why don't you forgive?

- That's something else. - Sure it is.

Going to Mass to forgive those who shot my father.

We've discussed this many times, Adela.

My parents were Republicans, but Spain has changed

and Franco, like it or not, has brought us peace.

And you, Mauricio, faith.

Yes, I believe in God now more than before,

I don't know what's bad about that.

Nothing, but it seems like yours is another God

brought by Franco himself in person.

Look, I think in these times

if anything brings Spaniards together a little, it's God.

Do you know why?

Because He loves us all the same.

So that we love each other.

And if you believed a bit more in his infinite kindness

it'd help you to forget this resentment of yours.

Adela, Adela, please, please, please.

Who cares who his father was? Adela, love your son more.

- Sure, sure. - Please.

That's it, fine, okay. You're right, forgive me.

For Tomás you're his only father, and the best he could have.

I only have gratitude to you.

You've been so good to me.

How do I look, Mom?

- My boy's so handsome! - Did you see?

Do you need to get anything? We're running late.

- Are you ready? - Yes.

Come on.

Let's go.

Let me drive, I've got my keys.

No, let them see me at the wheel, please.

- I'd rather Dad drove. - Of course.

The upholstery still smells, I like it.

Leather from a bull.

Tinged red.

The one you liked, right?

Next year I'd like to enroll in Philosophy and Letters.

But Mom, studying is a drag.

Adela, I let you get your high school degree,

for which you neglected the house.

And months ago I consented to you getting your driver's license

and I paid for it, which wasn't cheap. Please, don't ask for more.

Well, since I can't study,

I'd like to work, to go to work every day.

Don't you realize that it makes me look bad? Adela, please.

It's like I don't earn enough and I need my wife to work.

No, that's for working class and small-town families, no, no.

Your family was working class from a small town.

Yes, Adela, I know. But I've prospered.

Meanwhile, I have to be the angel at home?

It's a job blessed by God.

You should devote yourself more to your son, your husband and...

to the home.

Do you have a complaint about the home?

Well...

sometimes you drift away with your reading,

your novels, and I get home and it's not as clean as it should be.

Sure, you're right.

You tell me that a lot, that I read too much.

While you only read laws and procedures.

Tomás, do your friends' mothers work or not?

No. Well, I don't know.

Some take around a piggy bank for charity.

- Son, that's not a job. - Why not?

I have an idea.

I'll work and pay a working class, small-town woman

to get the house spic and span.

And I'll be helping a needy family.

You'll like that, Mauricio,

having a maid gives the family a lot of prestige.

Come on.

We're going to be late.

Adela, the veil.

Without asking who you were, I fell in love.

And whoever you are, I'll always love you.

I don't know where you're from

of what you prefer,

I only know that when I saw you, I fell in love,

That's why you...

you'll be my baby,

only you, my baby,

baby of my love.

The glow of the sky will change.

What I feel for you will not.

I want nothing from the world,

I have it all in you.

If I ever lose you, I fell in love.

That's why you...

Red vermouth, please.

Only you, my baby,

baby of my love.

Coca-Cola, please.

The Peninsula and the Balearics remain affected by low pressures...

Do you like Coca-Cola?

It wakes me up more than coffee when I'm working.

What do you do?

If we're talking devotion, it's fishing.

Fluvial, river fishing.

You're a fisherman?

No.

Thank you.

But I have my father's fishing rod in my dining room at home.

I greatly value fishing. Do you know why?

No.

Because it needs patience and hope.

It's how you get the big things in life, slowly and hoping they'll come.

What do you hope to come into your life?

Do you know they've put locks in the Manzanares River?

Do you know what they are?

They're dams that regulate the water level.

From afar it looks like a river,

but it's not, there are no fish, it's dead.

Even if you get close, it smells rotten.

I've been studying it on my own to present a report to the Town Hall.

Anyway, to argue that they let the river run,

let the Manzanares flow.

So...

we could say that you're

a very fluvial person.

I love you calling me fluvial, I love the expression.

Yes, I like it.

What kind of person are you?

Not much, actually.

I know I need strength, as a woman.

My father gave me all his strength, for me alone,

and I'm using it up.

Did he die?

In the War?

No.

Afterwards.

Poor man.

I heard the shots.

My father did die in the War.

He, my mother and I were fishing by the river.

Men came along and shot him.

The image I have of my father is with...

lots of red holes in his chest.

I'm sorry.

And yours?

He died twelve years ago.

Now my husband is taking it from me.

My strength, I mean.

And my son, who isn't his. Sorry, I shouldn't...

No, don't worry, ma'am. Don't apologize.

Carry on if you like, ma'am.

Without asking who you were...

Can you sit next to me, please?

And stop calling me "ma'am"?

I can stop that, yes.

I married while I was pregnant to man I want to forget.

And my poor son, who believes my husband is his father,

isn't to blame that he reminds me of that pig.

He took advantage of me when I was a kid.

And I'm not being a good mother or a good wife.

But you have a conscience.

And I know I need strength, as a woman.

Right...

I want you to give me your strength.

Yes, but how do I...?

And whoever you are...

Who are you? Where did you come from?

I was just going to ask you that question.

- My name is... - No.

What?

I don't know where you're from

or what you prefer.

I only know that when I saw you, I fell in love,

I don't want to know your name,

who you are or anything about you.

- I'd like to know yours. - Really?

Well...

I'm the woman who's going to pay for your Coca-Cola.

Come, come with me.

- Where? - My car's outside.

Mine too.

Do you know in London they have miniskirts?

That's my taxi.

You parked next to my car.

I need all your strength.

Come to me, my fluvial man.

Thank you.

After 25 years of peace with Franco,

Spain becomes to top tourist power in Europe.

- Hello, family. - Hello, son.

The largest number of visitors choose the cities of Valencia and Alicante...

- Hello, honey. - Hi, Dad.

- How are you? - Good.

- How was your day? - Good.

Yes?

- Take that! Take that! - Take that!

- Take that! Take that! - Take that!

How many times have I told you? No popguns in the house!

- Bang! Bang! Bang! - Bang! Bang! Bang!

You didn't do well today.

Your mother's back is getting worse.

She should stop cleaning at the hospital.

I'm going to clean two more houses

and you'll have to put in more hours in the taxi.

You've been at the library today, haven't you?

No, not exactly.

Right.

Your mother's paying with her health for the time you waste studying...

I'm not wasting time, I never spend more than two hours at the library.

Well, studying overstates it.

It's your nonsense about letting the Manzanares flow.

The Manzanares again?

- Oh, for God's sake. - Mom.

Madrid's not a city for fish, get that through your head.

How's your back?

You needn't worry about my back.

Even your father, may he rest in peace,

would've thought this Manzanares thing was drivel.

I think he'd like it.

You carry on with that idea, no more talking.

Boys, to the table!

I'll put in four more hours in the taxi

Do what you like, but I'm not going stop cleaning in the hospital

for my son to stop having dinner with his family at home.

You should've carried on as a soldier.

I want to be a soldier, Grandma.

Honey.

JUNE 3, 1977

A year and a half after Franco's death,

Spain, constituted as a parliamentary monarchy,

prepares for democratic elections next June 15.

The last elections were 41 years ago,

at the end of the Second Republic, in February 1936,

five months before the military coup that unleashed a three-year civil war

that led Franco to govern as a dictatorship for almost 40 years.

My boy, we're entering a new Spain.

We can now forget this fucking dictatorship forever.

- Mom! - Sorry, Venancio.

This dictatorship blessed by God.

Don't confuse the boy, Adela, please.

Well, no, blessed by you too,

and many like you who say you were democrats deep down.

Now you won't let me be a democrat.

Look, Adela, it seemed to me that Francoism

was the best system of government we Spaniards could have

while it lasted, because we deserved it

and now we have the chance for democracy. Do you know why?

Because we've grown, we've matured as a society.

And in this new Spain you're talking about, we all fit.

Right.

Do sexists as well, or are you going to stop being so?

- Dad's not sexist! - Ha!

- Mom, he treats you with respect. - Right. Sure.

Not like your friends' father with their wives, you're right.

And he doesn't hit me.

It's true, boys, your father raises his hand and voice at me,

but he never hits me.

Though he wants to deep down, I see it in his face and I'm scared.

Can you leave your mother and I alone for a moment?

No! No one is leaving!

Don't leave me alone with your father.

- What are you insinuating? - Dad, don't take the bait.

- What are you insinuating? - You can't talk like that.

Do you know in the democracy they're approving the divorce law?

Family, would you be in favor of Spain legalizing divorce?

Just so you know, my sons,

there was already a Divorce Law in the Republic in 1932.

- No, I wouldn't be in favor. - Right.

I don't want you to go, Mom.

Don't worry, I'll never leave you, we're discussing something else.

- And you, husband, what? - Look, Adela,

one thing is us having different political ideas, and another

is allowing to make this scene in front of our sons.

You're disrespecting me and my whole family.

For or against divorce?

Adela, I know you're not very devout, I know that very well,

but that day in church, on our wedding day,

you swore before God and me you'd be married to me for life.

What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.

As well as to God, did you not make a personal promise?

- I think you read a lot. - What?

You read too much, those novels contaminate the soul.

- I read... So my soul's contaminated! - Exactly!

No! Not yours! Mister Mauricio's is safe with Jesus Christ!

You know what? I'll say it.

You blessed and praised by God are hypocrites! I said it!

Watch what you say, Adela, please.

- Go on, say it! - Watch what you say!

Would you legalize divorce or not? For or against?

Against, always, do you know why?

You're my wife and you have no right to be anything else!

I knew it.

I knew it. Let's go, son.

What are you going to do?

What are you going to do?

Get a divorce! Illegally!

Let's go.

Come on.

Pack a bag with the basics, let's go!

I had to put up with you getting pregnant

by who knows who that day you ran out of the church.

You think I didn't count? And I forgave you.

No, you didn't forgive me.

For you, Venancio isn't your son, he's someone else's.

Who were you with? Fucking tell me!

Don't touch me!

Never, ever, talk to me like that again!

I've had to put up with not being the father of our two sons,

and now you're leaving me?

Is that it? Are you deserting me?

I'd have like to have gotten pregnant by you,

but it's not my fault you're sterile.

I'm not Dad's son?

Tomás, you and I will see each other when we want.

I'll always be your mother, you'll never lose me.

I love you.

Are you still like that? Hurry up, let's go.

- What does basics mean? - Whatever, honey, anything.

- The Indian chief. - Fine, he'll give us strength.

- Dad. - Adela, please...

- What's this about not being your son? - Tomás isn't Dad's son?

I'll tell you everything later, let's go.

- Adela, I beg you, don't go. - Don't beg me.

I'm begging you. Where will you go? You have nothing, you have no one.

I'll work, finally.

I'll let you work.

We'll change the house rules.

Let's discuss it as a family.

I just want us to be happy, you first of all, my love.

I've always been the last. Please, come on. Hurry.

Please! Please, Adela!

Let her!

Adela! Adela, please!

Dad, let her. Please, don't debase yourself.

Adela.

Mom, is this the new Spain you're defending?

Let's go.

- You're destroying a family! - Venancio...

Come on! Let's go!

Taxi!

Taxi!

Adela!

Thank you.

Keep me informed, please.

- Mom, this is a joke, huh? - No.

- This is serious? - Yes.

I know, I'll get Geyperman, the explorer, the American soldier...

- Don't worry, they'll send you them. - To where?

I don't know.

Taxi, taxi!

Come on, let's go!

Let's go.

Come on.

Where to?

Just take us.

I don't know, I'll look around to where we want to stop.

- An adventure? - Yes, that's right.

You see? I should've got the Geyperman explorer.

So you have no preference?

Neighborhood, street, life style, or would you rather I chose?

Yes, but we don't want a specific neighborhood, right?

Just to live near nice, peaceful,

open, free people...

That's relative.

Sure. You're right, sorry.

No need to apologize to me, on the contrary.

We want a change of life, even of persona.

I want to be a good mother.

Without Dad?

So, will you let me think about where to take you?

Sure, that's why we got in your taxi.

I grateful for the trust.

Are they your sons?

Yes, when they were small.

I haven't changed the photos.

My daughter is a hairdresser,

my eldest son is a soldier and the youngest, I don't know what he'll be.

And your wife?

My wife hasn't aged well, especially in her temper.

- Gee, I'm sorry. - She's getting worse.

- Have you thought about divorce? - Ha! Divorce...

Mom...

What's wrong? People in Spain will soon be able to divorce.

My mother would have a heart attack if I got divorced.

Right.

What's your soldier son's name?

Octavito, Octavio.

Like my grandfather, my father and me.

Do you know if...

they're returning the flow to the Manzanares River?

I'm so glad you ask.

I've been studying that project for years.

I did a biology degree all by myself too.

Maybe one day I'll work at the Town Hall

and convince them that the Manzanares must flow.

My fluvial man.

That's why you,

you'll be my baby,

only you, my baby.

Baby of my love.

Mom, you're caressing the taxi driver.

Yes, son, because this taxi driver is a good man.

And besides...

you're his father.

I've just separated from my husband

and getting in your taxi is the first thing I've done in my new life.

Do you want meet up?

- Tonight? - Yes.

Stop!

At 12, in the bar of that hotel.

- Here. - Go on.

No, forget it. Forget it.

It's the best drive of my life.

If you want, bring your luggage.

- How much luggage? - The basics.

Dad!

Madrid is beating Atleti, 1-0.

Because they called a penalty when it wasn't.

You're a goddamn Atleti fan, eh? Come here.

What a pain.

You can't show off today, eh?

And you laugh as well?

Look, eh?

Everything we fought for in the war...

Spanish values have gone to hell.

Come on, Grandma, don't be so closed off.

I'm not betraying my principles, so I'm not voting.

I like this Suárez, he's in the center.

- Who are you voting for, son? - Me?

Look here...

Family, it's very simple.

They want democracy now? Then we'll vote for Francoism.

Fuerza Nueva. And we warn: We've got our eyes on you!

We have another war and win.

What's wrong with you, Dad?

What are you doing?

I'm going.

- You're going? - Yes.

Yes.

Dinner!

Dinner, dinner as a family first.

Did you bang your head, or what?

What's going on?

What are you doing, Mom?

When you were born,

your father said...

"He's a fish!

Rosa,

we must give this boy the name of a fish!".

Grandma, Grandma!

No, no, no!

Claudia, call an ambulance!

Mom! Mom!

Grandma has no pulse.

Dad, don't cry like that!

MAY 10, 1992

The Spanish people have reason to feel proud of this 1992...

Hold it, I'm just going to measure you.

...in which we're celebrating exactly 500 years

of the founding of Spain by the Catholic Monarchs,

and of the discovery of America by Christopher Columbus.

Our young democracy, which had to overcome a coup 11 years ago,

now celebrates that Spain is a buoyant, exultant, modern nation,

after almost half a century of darkness.

Last April saw the opening of the Universal Exposition of Seville,

and the first high-speed train that links

the capitals of Spain and of Andalusia.

And next summer there'll be the Barcelona Olympic Games.

So, you're really going to the game?

My sons convinced me.

Because you buy their tickets.

That's true.

See you tomorrow.

Hello.

How are you, Dad?

You look nice.

Weren't you an Atleti fan?

And he is, he is.

How do I tell my friends I've come with an Atleti infiltrator?

What are you saying? Don't overdo it.

How are your kids?

Good, good, good.

They didn't want to come because they're Atleti fans, like their dad.

Well, that's better.

This way I get some free time with my family.

It's been ages since we were together.

At least your grandchildren had the decency not to come.

Not like this guy.

If it's to beat the Catalans, I'm willing to make a truce.

I'm going to Bernabéu, to cheer on Madrid.

That's what you've got to do. Especially today.

These Catalans have got big heads about the Olympics.

You wait how it turns out...

They say the organization's a mess, that it's too big for them.

We have to stay united as Spaniards now.

But it's them, they always want to be different.

A lot of them feel more like Catalans than Spaniards.

Some people detest Spain. It's their damn superiority complex.

That's it!

And I'm told a lot of far-left groups come from Barcelona.

Goddamn separatists.

Right then, we'll crack their fucking skulls.

Hey, I don't want any scuffles with them. Got it?

No.

Relax, Dad, nothing's going to happen.

How's your mother?

- Hysterical. - And depressed.

- I'm very worried about her. - Really?

I may go see her one day.

No, Dad, for God's sake. That'll be worse.

Her only consolation is hating you.

Well...

Tonight, Madrid welcomes Barça at Bernabéu.

The classic Spanish match always has a special thrill.

The match broadcast will have wide international coverage.

Please!

Thanks for inviting me. I really wanted to come with you.

Me too.

And I told my friends...

"You know my Mom's taking me to Madrid for the Barça game?"

"You really go to the football with your mom?". And they laughed.

You must've also told them:

"I'm going with my mom because I can watch it from the box".

Yes. And they all protested. "Lucky you, that's why!"

Soon there'll be no need to come with me, but...

You see how easy it can be to get into the publishing house?

Clearly, yes.

Thanks. What a mother I've got.

You don't have to thank me.

You passed your doctorate in Literature with flying colors.

At the publishing house they say

"Nancho has great reading ability, he can see beyond".

I owe that to you.

No, you're wrong.

I tell them: "That reading ability is from his grandfather Venancio".

Go Madrid!

Real Madrid!

Long live Franco!

Franco, Franco, Franco!

These people scare me, son.

Venancio!

Venancio!

Venancio, here!

Man! Venancio!

Just a moment on, it's Jordi.

Venancio!

Venancio!

What's up?

What's going on?

I came with my mother.

To see the game? With your mother? Seriously?

Long live Barça!

Sons of bitches!

Fucking Madrid!

Fucking Madrid!

Fucking Catalonia!

That's my son! That's my son!

Hold on. Two ambulances are coming now.

Please.

What happened?

The three of us were together.

Octavito went to greet some fans and suddenly,

he ran off like mad.

Those Barça guys provoked it. And you know how Vito gets.

Who provoked whom?

It's okay. It's okay.

How are you?

Excuse me, excuse me!

You can't go in. You have to wait here.

My son, they're seeing him.

- Mine too, there was a fight. - Right.

Yes, I came with him in the ambulance.

He's just unconscious. It'll be nothing. Just shock.

Mine was given a beating.

His face was bleeding badly. I almost don't recognize him.

I'm sorry.

I waited all night like I've never waited for anyone.

The whole week.

I stayed for a month in the hotel with Venancio, with our...

our son.

That night I got home,

got my father's fishing rod, started to pack

and my mother had a stroke.

She died in my arms.

Then,

after all this time,

I think I'll forgive you.

That'll be good. For me, I mean.

I'm so sorry your mother died. Really.

But after 15 years,

I think I do forgive you.

Right?

- Ma'am. - Yes?

I'm very sorry to tell you that...

your son has passed away.

What? No, no, no, no.

It can't be. My son was fine.

It can't be. No, no, no, no!

My boy! My boy!

Ma'am, I'm going to give you a sedative.

It can't be!

You're wrong, you're wrong.

Dad, we can see Vito now.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Coming...

This lady...

Who is she?

An old friend. Her son just died.

I give you all the strength you can take from me.

It's all yours.

I'm yours.

Dad!

What?

- The police are questioning Vito. - What?

I don't know.

Excuse me. I'm his father. What's going on?

Several witnesses state that your son, with this bar,

hit the head of the young man who has just died.

Dad, what do we do?

We're not abandoning your brother.

We'll help him get over this

so he forgives himself one day and apologizes to that woman too.

And me, I'm the father of both of them.

Of Vito...

and Venancio.

He was called Venancio.

MARCH 25, 2008

THE FATHER OF CAIN Adela Rey

- To whom? - To Lucía.

Thank you.

- To whom? - To Miguel, please.

"THE FATHER OF CAIN", THE NOVEL BY ADELA REY,

WHICH STIRRED CONSCIENCES IN SPAIN,

HAS REACHED 500,000 COPIES.

Thank you.

- Only one left. - Great. Thanks.

To whom?

To Octavio, the father of Cain.

And Abel.

"To Octavio.

Father of Cain and Abel.

Mysterious fluvial man who appears and disappears".

- You've handled it a lot. - Yes, a lot.

With my eyes. I've been over it again and again.

And it always makes my blood run cold.

But I've also found warmth.

And you've always made my imagination soar.

And my mind has never stopped reflecting.

It's a wonderful novel.

The best I've ever read.

And I'm glad that half a million Spaniards from the two Spains

have been able to reflect on what you've written.

My whole family has read it, my children.

Thank you.

Well?

Can we talk for a moment?

Adela.

Please.

Cristina, thanks a lot. I'm going home.

I'd like to talk to you for a second.

I was at the funeral.

I didn't dare come over.

I felt too guilty. I didn't know what to say.

You can't cry. You can't cry.

Your father clearly told you that you couldn't cry.

Look at me. You can't cry.

It's alright, it's alright.

Let's go somewhere.

I'll take you home. I have my car here, if you like.

I live in the mountains. I bought my father's house.

I know.

Shall we go?

Yes. Take me home.

I'M TAKING HER HOME.

From what I've read, you've researched me thoroughly.

And apart from keeping my name,

I didn't know we were born on the same day at almost the same time.

That same dawn when the Second Republic was proclaimed.

You, from Soto de Abajo and I from Soto de Arriba,

two towns separated by three kilometers.

And that your son, the developer Manuel Goya, joined together.

Now they're just one town.

True.

But there are two things that you don't know

and I think would've fit into your novel.

What are they?

I don't quite know where to start.

You...

You describe your father as a noble, brave teacher

who defended the Republic until the end.

But your father didn't just kill Nationals in combat.

He was also on firing squads that killed neighbors from the other side.

- That's not true. - Yes.

And my father died in the assault on Soto de Abajo,

when your father went into the school with you.

My father died fishing by the river.

A group of militiamen arrived,

grabbed him in front of his wife and eight-year-old son

and shot him. They riddled him with bullets.

How do you know my father was among them? You didn't know him.

It was your father who set up the firing squad.

It was he who took him behind the bushes.

And?

well?

You also wrote

that I was in the mountain barracks when your father was shot.

That's true.

And you had the decency

to not specify that I was part of his firing squad. Thank you.

That day I?

I didn't know?

I picked up a rifle and it turned out to be my father's.

The rifle that your father took from mine.

I know because the sight was raised and twisted.

And yes, I had to shoot the one-armed man.

But my bullet wasn't the one that killed him.

I was so nervous about having to fire my father's gun

that I shot him in the stump.

I didn't kill him.

I remember he bled and bled, but it wasn't me.

Right then I decided to quit being a soldier

and swapped the rifle for the fishing rod.

It was later, when I read the novel,

that I found out that the one-armed man, Venancio Rey, was your father.

So you see.

- It's there. - Yes, I know.

Do you want to come inside for a while?

I'd love to.

I'M ENTERING HER HOUSE

Do you live alone?

Yes. And you?

Yes. I do as well.

I'm writing another novel.

About what?

About the future, on the Moon.

- The Moon? - Yes.

A nice trip, yes.

He was the best son a mother could have.

And a father.

There's something I didn't do right in Octavito's upbringing, for sure.

Well...

I know he just got out of jail, he's on parole,

he only served 15 years...

But you and I aren't going to talk about that.

- No. - No.

Look.

My son is ruined.

This crisis has burst the real estate bubble.

- Do you see that sector there? - Yes.

It's paralyzed.

So, is the Manzanares flowing or not?

I've spent 20 years recovering the rivers of Spain so they have plenty of fish.

After I retired, they kept calling me. But the Manzanares is resisting.

I'm in touch with the Town Hall, but...

I hope to achieve it before I die.

That's Tomás, my son, the eldest.

Because of Venancio's death, we saw each other again.

He's a lawyer, like his father,

my ex-husband, who died ten years ago.

He's into politics.

He says he's a liberal centrist.

Interesting.

Right.

- Listen closely, Octavio Goya. - What?

Come here.

We come from families that were enemies in the Civil War,

who killed each other.

You and I should never talk about politics.

You're right, my dear Adela.

Dear?

Do you like living alone?

Yes, I'm used to it.

Me too.

Yes, but I'd rather something else.

Something?

Something, no. Someone with me.

- All the time? - Until the end.

How long do we have left?

You don't know how often I've thought

that I was wrong not to go to you after my mother's death.

Good heavens.

And I shouldn't have let you go when we did it in the car.

The black veil. Outrageous!

The number of times I've thought about that sex.

Me too.

Do you want to stay here?

- Maybe you don't like my house. - I love it.

Lately I've been thinking about coming to live in the mountains.

Then come spend what life we have left with me.

No.

To live better than ever.

Do you think we can still be happy together?

I can't believe you're proposing this to me.

Well, I've seen it in your eyes.

It's the dream of my life.

More than the Manzanares, it's the dream I couldn't allow myself to dream.

Well, I'll allow you.

You threw an apple at me.

You don't remember,

I was leaving the barracks. You didn't put it in your novel.

I don't believe it.

Well, in the next one.

Now hug me, please.

Did you still want sex?

Hey, it's been a while since...

But with you maybe I could turn into a teenager.

I still have the black veil.

- Seriously? - As a memento, yes.

Come.

Come.

In this bed my mother brought me into the world.

I'm not opening up.

I am, do you mind? One moment.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

For what I did to your son.

To your son, Dad.

To my brother.

I'm sorry.

I apologize in my name...

and in that of my family.

In that of our entire existence.

Cry, cry.

Cry.

It's all right.

No...

Cry, my love.

Now you should cry.

APRIL 14, 2021

Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you two,

happy birthday to you,

Let's go, let's go!

One, two and three!

- Come on, guys! - Champions!

Almost!

A little help, come on. One, two and...?

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, family!

Happy birthday!

To your 90s and more!

Here, honey.

They look so good. They're divine.

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Do you love each other or not?

You do love each other!

Since you're so different, which is appreciated,

don't argue about politics,

because you'll never convince your opponent,

much less in such a Spanish tone.

He's absolutely right.

- Manu! - Yes?

- Take us home. - Of course.

Don't go!

It's fine. Don't worry.

Don't worry.

It's our politicians' fault,

they have us at each other's throats.

Take this as a goodbye, everyone.

We love you, family.

Us too, forgive us.

You are our life.

Careful here.

Careful here, Dad.

- Thanks, son. - You're welcome.

Watch that tile, it wobbles.

There.

Be careful there.

And the last step, there.

Thank you.

Thanks, Manu,

for organizing this wonderful birthday lunch.

It's been ages since we were all together.

A long time.

Well, never.

We'd never all sat at the same table together.

And there was Lía,

our fifth great-grandchild, who's three months old.

The coronavirus vaccine has succeeded in lowering

the number of deaths of elderly people,

as well as the general incidence of infection.

Without the vaccine, we wouldn't have been able to celebrate your 90th birthday.

Now only the young need vaccinating.

And we're grateful you took the test to be able to be here.

Listen...

Did you divert the river's course to make that golf course?

Yes, well, it was a decision by the Town Hall,

by the majority.

There's a moat.

You'll have been nice enough to put in a few fish, no?

No, but it's no problem.

Tomorrow I'll ask... You'd like there to be fish?

My father would be thrilled.

That was the section of river where he most liked to fish.

Do you want us to put a little cross where...?

No.

Did you know that the Manzanares is full of retirees who fish,

return the fish to the river with a perforated mouth and a terrible fright?

Sure, sure, sure.

OCTAVIO GOYA, WHO GOT THE MANZANARES TO FLOW AFTER 60 YEARS.

The fact that fish abound doesn't mean they can catch them.

Right. So fishing rods stay there, on the wall.

Imagine you're snatched by the mouth out of your medium.

It's like humans being drowned for a while, water torture.

You're not a fisherman.

You tricked me, old man. You've never fished in your life.

Not like your father. Now he was a fisherman.

I took almost a whole life, 77 years exactly, to catch you.

- Now you call me a fish. - And I did it with that rod.

With patience and hope.

I learned that from my father.

Come on.

Has the test result come?

Let me have it, I saw you,

I saw your son, Manu, giving you some paper.

- Let me have it. - Wait a little.

So you know the result.

And you preferred to wait for us to celebrate our birthday.

It was good, wasn't it? They got a bit annoying at the end.

I loved seeing the progeny we've left behind.

I've spent all week getting used to the idea.

I can't get the doctor's face out of my mind.

I have it here in my mind when he said:

"Well,

we still have to wait for the result of the tests".

It's given me time to prepare.

For the trip, I mean.

Come on.

How long do I have left?

Six months at most.

Don't cry!

You, eh?

Right.

Six months.

I knew it.

In which I'll go senile, lose my sanity with a brain tumor

I don't want you to look after me

and see me half-nuts and screaming in pain.

Come on, don't cry any more. I'm going.

- Where to? - To the bed I was born in.

To sleep and to dream that maybe there's a state,

an energy in which my mind and soul can float

and become part of the universe, do you understand?

- I've stockpiled. - Stockpiled what?

Remember the other day you wanted to go with me to the pharmacy

and I didn't want you to?

Well, I told Elena I couldn't find my sleeping pills

and to prescribe me another bottle.

Then I called your daughter Inés, who takes them as well,

to bring lunch today and another full bottle.

She's a darling, your Inés, she always has been.

Don't ask me not to do it, I beg you.

Come on, after the bad news I have some good:

I'm leaving this world without suffering.

How many pills do you have?

Look... Hear that?

- I think I'll reach the Moon. - Then I'll go to the Moon with you.

- No. - Yes.

- Don't you dare. - Yes.

- No. - I don't want to live without you.

Please, you spent your whole life without me.

That's not true.

You've been in my life secretly

since you put on that black veil

and lay down on that red leather upholstery.

Old man, you're always on about the same thing.

Right.

In fact, our lives were connected from the start.

The same doctor, the same hands

attended our mothers at our birth.

No! Octavio, you're fit as a fiddle.

No, you overcame COVID at 89 years old.

Because I'm your partner.

Stop it, don't say that.

Because I want to keep living with you.

What a short time I've lasted.

You're so silly.

- Listen. - What?

Look at me.

Accept me on your ship.

When does it take off?

Please.

Whenever we want.

I'm thinking right now of a date and I think...

- Right. - Right, what?

The same day we came into this world

seems the best day to leave it for another.

Today.

Go on, now then.

And no more talk.

Go on, you weigh more than I do.

One, two and three.

Like hide and seek.

I can't swallow them.

I can't.

I... can't.

Relax, honey, relax.

You've always gotten nervous before you travel.

You're on the rocket, but I...

- I couldn't go alone. - No.

No. Can you imagine?

Didn't anything like this happen in one of your novels?

That one person stayed on Earth?

Come on.

Come.

I've had the best days of my life with you.

All my life

has been worth it for the time I've lived with you.

You're the best man I've ever met.

You're an incredible woman.

With an army of women like you, I'd save the world.

Would you like to be born again?

I don't know,

but if you decide to, tell me.

Listen...

If I find God would you come?

Well now, maybe.

What a cheek!

Your whole life without believing, and now...

Relax, if it's with me

God won't be waiting for you anywhere.

True.

First stop, the Moon, right?

And from the Moon, where to?

Venus.

I've always wanted to see Venus.

- You're always thinking the same thing. - We can have a shag there.

Done.

I'm imagining it.

Me too.

I'm inside you.

Don't come out.

Never.

Ever.

TO ALL SPANIARDS, EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM

Translation: Lindsay Moxham

Subtitles: LASERFILM