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MADRID UNIVERSITY, 1947.

If you see the guard, light it.

We'll come running. Simple, right?

Okay, all right.

Anything suspicious, I light it and you come running.

- Exactly. - I run too, right?

I can't just hang here smoking.

Don't worry. You're all he'll see. A guy smoking. So what?

- Okay, I got it. - All right?

I need matches!

Shit.

There.

Keep your eyes on him.

Go on, Tomás.

When they see this

they'll be pretty upset.

Too bad we can't see their faces.

I thought of what we'll do next. I got my hands on a rocket.

A rocket for what?

Like at the fair. We fill it with pamphlets, light the fuse

and boom! Pamphlets everywhere.

- Outside a movie house. - Or at a football match.

People will love it.

We'll spread the word before.

F.U.E. all the way!

- What are you doing? - What's wrong?

This is my side. Mine starts here.

You need more space. You're out of room.

I'll just do mine smaller.

Besides, this is dry. It won't stay.

- Silver nitrate? - Yeah.

- You got hustled. - No way.

Wait till tomorrow, when it's sunny.

- We need sunlight. - Looks like water.

Not even. It's silver nitrate.

- Like in the photographs. - Let's go.

Wait, there's some left over.

Tomás, Jaime, get down!

- Hurry, they're coming! - Jaime, come on!

No!

- Where's Jaime? - Jaime!

- Jaime! - Jaime, damnit!

- Jaime! - I'm coming!

False alarm!

Watch out! Jaime!

Careful!

- It's all right. - What?

It's okay. I thought he was coming. I got nervous.

- I could kill you! - Let's go.

All set?

Come on, start running!

Jaime, Jaime, hold on. Come here.

Isn't this Marquina's car?

- No, Tomás... - It's so clean.

Tomás, don't.

Go ahead, pour it.

Stop! Stop!

Come on, let's go!

THE BARBARIAN YEARS

Sentencing is next week.

- We're leaving, Tomás. - Leaving?

The DA requested 6 months

and it's been 8 months now! That son of a bitch!

When we get out, first round's on me.

Victor Marquina, Head of National Security. His Excellency's expecting me.

Six months?

They poison our university with their ideas

and we let them get away with it?

Your Excellency, with all due respect,

and as leader of the Falange at the university,

I suggest they be made an example of.

This court passes judgment on acts

that constitute rebellion,

given that the aim of the defendants

was to propagate false and slanderous information,

attend meetings, raise funds and generally

cause unrest and public disorder

with foreign propaganda which harms the good name of the fatherland.

All in collaboration with the self-designated

"Federación Universitaria Escolar," or the "F.U.E."

This court-martial therefore sentences

Tomás Atienza Calderón to eight years in prison,

and Jaime Lavín Navarro to eight years in prison,

with added penalties as provided

by the Code of Military Justice

of suspended rank,

profession, public service and voting privileges

for the duration.

Madrid, 12th December,

1947.

Let's go!

Move it!

From Carabanchel, right?

The students, right?

That one, on the truck.

Get on, damnit!

See how he likes the isolation cell at Ocaña.

We caught him yesterday heading for Guadarrama.

You see those hills? Well, from that one to this one,

that's your jail.

If any of you get any bright ideas,

you should know that I have a gun

and I'll use it. Got it?

All right.

What are you doing?

POLITICAL PRISONERS OF FRANCO, 1948 LONG LIVE FREEDOM AND THE REPUBLIC!

Get out!

Over here!

Out!

Out!

What's this?

A notebook.

What is this?

It's poetry.

Whose is it?

Nobody's. Mine.

I mean, I wrote it.

Remember, lights out in an hour.

Are you out of your mind?

Hey, they allow us our little vices, but...

writing?

I can't take any more of this.

If the Paris thing falls through...

Hang in there, Tomás.

Gloria will bring news on Sunday.

- I hope. - She will.

Velasco must have everything ready by now.

What do you want?

Excuse me.

- Can I help you? - It's a mistake. A mix-up.

No, sorry.

Pardon me. Sorry.

Pepón! Pepón Velasco!

I'm Michel.

Feeling more relaxed, are we?

Yeah. At first, the English thing...

Is she American?

People always confuse the two. She hates that.

Sorry, sorry.

"Spain, Gandesa,

Teruel, Belchite.

Come see the blood in the streets."

- She speaks Spanish. - No, no.

Pablo Neruda.

Her father was in the Brigades. She's...

politically active. She hates Franco and all that.

Welcome to Paris. Welcome to freedom.

Thank you.

Let's get to work.

They said you were coming.

Yeah, everyone knows you're an expert. A real escape artist.

Well, people do exaggerate...

Exaggerate? I always hear about how you busted those two guys out of Modelo

disguised as guards.

Two of them, right?

Right. Two of them.

And it has to be Sunday?

Yeah, Sunday is visitors' day

and they have less head-counts. We just need someone

- with a car. - A car? That's a problem.

Mine had an accident.

Junk. Is that the right word?

Yeah, right. Junk.

So what can we do?

- That's it! - Michel!

- What? - What's that?

They're photos.

I know what they are. But...

you swore you'd never see Susan again.

It's just a favor. I couldn't say no.

Couldn't say no?

Don't be angry. Look.

It's nothing. A wink, that's all.

Susan needed photos for her portfolio.

You know she wants to be an actress.

They're playful, but nothing nasty.

Kathy's wonderful. But she has quite a temper.

This isn't a good time.

I can come back later if you want.

No, don't worry. She gets angry

and later we make up.

It seemed like...

Forget it. What was I saying?

- About the car... - Right, the car.

This one.

But Michel...

Don't worry about it.

Just relax.

We'll get a car.

We'll get a car. Here.

Three matches, lit one by one at night.

The first to see your face.

The second to see your eyes.

And the third to see your smile.

All the darkness to remind me...

as my arms embrace you.

Bravo!

- Is she a magician? - No, an actress.

And a good friend.

Susan, Susan!

Michel!

- Is she from Canada too? - No, she's American.

That's it? We've got a car?

Hold on. She's going to try.

- A bit jealous, aren't you? - No, I'm not jealous.

You see?

We've got a car!

Just as well. Right, I need to call Madrid.

Hello?

Yes, I'll wait.

Yeah, it's me.

You got the car? Good.

Next week?

I'm eager to see you, cousin.

Don't forget about my scarf!

Red, that's right. Red.

If you're here on Sunday we'll go to mass at eleven.

Anyway, this is long distance. Say hi to everyone for me.

- Velasco? - They've got it.

How's that coming?

- It's almost ready. - Already?

It looks great.

Next Sunday at eleven, at the monastery.

How will we know who he is? Being French isn't much help.

He'll be wearing a red scarf.

A scarf in this heat?

He's French. His name's Michel.

We'll give him your papers in Madrid.

Your name is Angel.

Angel Buenaventura Conde.

And you're Carlos Ruiz de Longares.

Right. Angel Buenaventura... Conde.

They'll take you to Barcelona first and then France.

Pepón Velasco will meet you there.

- What about the border? - On foot.

It's easier that way. We're finding you a guide.

Well, how about it?

You figured a way out of here?

We'll make a run for it. The guards on the hill always stop

- for a smoke... - Especially Sundays.

I almost didn't come.

Things are a bit...

They arrested two more in Barcelona.

I'll let you say goodbye.

Goodbye, Gloria.

- Tell him to bring a notebook. - I will.

If he can.

Poor fella. His head is bursting with poetry.

He'll forget it all.

Tomás, we might never see each other again, but...

Go on, someone will see us.

- She came to say goodbye? - No.

She's coming with us.

What do you mean?

They're both coming.

Both? All the way to Madrid?

It's fine. They have passports.

Besides, they're...

A convertible?

Michel,

this car is no good. They're fugitives.

They're busting out of jail.

In Spain a convertible stands out.

Besides, it's too flamboyant.

What?

- That's it. - What?

The girls and I are tourists.

They're giving us a tour of Spain.

They're American. No one will dare say anything.

Not Americans. One of them is Canadian.

Same thing. That's even better.

- We can't use this car. - We'll hang

an American flag on it. Stars and stripes.

No, it's too small.

Three of you, plus two of them makes five in all.

Four people will barely fit in there.

We need another car. This one won't do.

What's the problem? You'll get out at the border.

I'll show them the meeting point at the Escorial on Sunday.

And you'll take the train back to Barcelona?

Sure. It's all settled.

Just relax, Pepón.

They'll pick up your friends on Sunday.

But the two of them alone...

- They speak English, right? - Well, Jaime does.

His dad was in exile in London.

Good enough.

Besides, Gloria already told them the plan. It's too late to warn them.

It's perfect. Two American girls with two Spaniards.

America's the ticket, Pepón. You can't screw with Mr. Marshall.

Okay, that's it.

Fall out.

- Hey. - What?

Forget it.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

What?

My ulcer is killing me.

- You're afraid, that's all. - That's right!

Look, Jaime. Quit screwing around.

You can't back out now.

No, no.

What then?

Go on, get dressed.

I am.

Let's go.

Shit, Virgilio's over there.

Don't talk to him. Pay no attention.

- See you later, Virgilio. - No visitors today?

- You haven't got visitors? - No, no visitors today.

- Going for a walk? - Yeah, a little fresh air.

I'll go with you.

Hey, I think Matías was looking for you.

- Yeah, Matías. - Something came in the mail for you.

- Yeah, he was looking for you. - Okay, then. See you two later.

Yeah, good luck.

If we make it past those trees, we're home free.

Come on, get in line.

Gather around.

Everyone up there

can come back down.

You two!

Come here!

Move it!

Goddamnit!

I want everyone nice and calm.

Tuck in your shirts. Fix your collars.

I want to see maximum respect. You got it?

- What the hell is this? - He likes to check in sometimes.

- Who? - His "Excremency."

What? You mean Franco?

We were in the same graduating class. But I got accused of rebellion.

Unbelievable.

- What? - We'll have to wait till they leave.

That could be all morning. Now's our chance. They're all watching him.

No, Tomás. It's crazy.

Tomás Atienza Calderón!

And Mr. Lavín.

Always together, eh?

I heard you two were here.

- Very sharp. - Yeah, it's Sunday.

I didn't ask you.

Watch out for these two jerks. The university's so nice and quiet now.

I'm on my way to Barcelona

to give your friends a taste of the same medicine.

Then bring some more.

Students, I mean. We could use the help.

Eight years.

You two get to hammer away for eight whole years.

Go on, get to work. Give Spain a lift.

Work? But...

- Today's Sunday. - I know what day it is.

No holidays for this trash.

Have them dig a ditch or clean the stables or something.

Now there's a good idea.

Go clean the stables.

You'll be cleaning horseshit until it comes out your ears.

That son of a bitch.

He has it in for us.

Though we had it in for him, too.

Remember that time we filled

his office with flour?

- And his car... - Shut up.

- What time is it? - What?

What time is it?

Past nine-thirty.

Rotten luck.

We'll see Gloria again next Sunday.

Jaime, we're leaving.

- What? It's too late. - If we hurry.

The French guy will wait for us.

We'll never get away. Those guys

will be here all morning.

That cheese must be tasty!

Grab that.

- Grab that. - What for?

What are you doing?

Cleaning the stable, like they said.

Take it somewhere else.

It was just for now.

Grab two shovels right now

- and clean up that shit! - Leave them, Eugenio.

We'll go for a stroll until they finish. When I get back

- it better be clean. - Sure, boss.

Don't worry.

Why did you do that? Now we have to clean it up again.

Forget that.

Get your jacket.

Get your jacket!

It's too late, Tomás. It's a two-hour walk.

The French guy will be in France by then.

We're free, Jaime! Free!

Fuck Franco and fuck that bastard Victor! Long live the F.U.E.!

- Don't shout. Here, have some cheese. - No! I hate cheese!

Hey, are you Angel or Carlos?

Angel. You're Carlos.

- He's not there. He already left. - He'll be inside.

What's this?

I don't know. A mass, or a memorial service.

- We have to go in. - Looking like this?

He must be inside. There can't be many wearing a red scarf.

I'll go in. Wait for me here.

Excuse me.

Did you see him?

- Did you see the French guy? - I saw a beautiful woman.

- Yeah, I did too. - If only I weren't a fugitive!

- It's her. She recognized me. - Are you sure?

- Let's go. - But that's the one I saw!

Shit! Run, run, run!

Wait! We're Michel's friends!

What about Michel?

Wait!

We're Michel's friends!

Look, the scarf!

- Do you speak French? - Yes. He does.

- No, no. - No?

I don't speak French.

What did she say?

- To go with them. - Just like I said!

No, this is wrong. I'm Angel and you're Carlos.

Who cares? Now it's the other way around.

And what's your name?

Help me out.

Why are we stopping?

I'm totally lost.

That makes two of us.

They're crazy. They have no plan.

And this car looks like it came from

- the circus. - You want to go back?

Yes, Tomás. If we leave right now,

we'll make the next head-count.

We'll have them take us back. "Thank you very much," but no thanks.

"Thank you very much"? Are you out of your mind?

They want us to put on these suits.

Sure. A great idea.

Better than smelling like shit the whole trip.

With these suits and these girls, nobody will suspect a thing.

- What's your problem? - This suit is weird.

That's because that jacket goes with mine.

- Here, it's this one. - He thought of everything.

Here.

This is freedom, Jaime.

New suits, a new car, new names, and new girls.

- They won't stop arguing. - Sure.

All you do is complain about everything. Let's go.

What's this brush for?

Straight ahead to Zaragoza.

And then Lérida.

I love not understanding. What did she say?

That we should think of her, that no one's chasing us.

- Right. - All I'm saying is...

- Angel, Angel. - Angel!

Your notebook. You see? They thought of everything.

Shit!

- What? - That we should be laughing.

Then laugh. Kiss her.

- Do something. - Shut up!

What's she doing?

Here?

Papers, please.

Right, papers.

They don't understand. They're foreigners. American girls.

- What did she say? - What?

I don't know. We don't understand them, either.

But they must have papers.

- Or passports. - Right, passports.

How do you say passport?

Passport!

Silly Americans!

We just met them and they want us to show them every corner of Spain.

I bet they'll show you something, too.

- Yeah! - Right on.

Carry on, continue. You've got a long drive ahead.

How about a swig?

I heard that stuff tastes awful.

Maybe if we weren't on duty...

Some other time then.

- Sure you don't want any? - No, I don't want cheese.

It's delicious. The shepherd makes it.

- I can hardly eat after that fright. - I want to eat for real.

- No more cheese. - Yeah, but they're Americans.

They eat weird stuff. They have "lunch."

We've been eating crap for a year.

Let's hit the Parador.

For a real lunch.

No, not cheese. Tell her, please.

If we must get caught, let it be with full stomachs.

A little ham, some lamb, wine...

Okay, but we have to be careful.

- That's it. The Parador it is. - Don't throw away the cheese!

Waiter, more wine!

Since you're in a hurry, I would suggest

you start with some prawns. Nice and fresh.

- Prawns? - They're fantastic, trust me.

Imported from Huelva. I can bring some right out.

Yes, fine. Prawns for four.

And after that I'd suggest some chicken breasts.

- Are they tasty? - Extraordinary.

We'll have the breasts then. And a bottle of Rioja.

The young lady would like just a sandwich.

A sandwich?

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you very much.

That face you made!

"Prawns!"

What's the problem?

You supposedly eat prawns every day.

Act normal.

Hey, I need a favor.

- Change places with me. - What?

Not here, in the car. Change seats with me

in the car.

I can't take it anymore.

Have you smelled her perfume?

She's making me so...

I'm getting really horny.

After that kiss she gave me...

We have to get to Barcelona.

I don't want to do anything crazy.

Oh, right. Fine, fine.

As soon as we cross the border...

Oh, God.

- What? - Don't look.

Don't look! There's a guy behind you

who keeps staring at us.

At us?

You mean the girls.

The prawns.

Great, very nice.

And the sandwich

for the young lady.

We both study

philosophy.

And how!

Tell them about Murillo and the pistol.

He made professor

- after shooting those miners... - Keep it down.

Lower your voice.

What do you two study in Paris?

An actress? You're an actress?

- She does magic. - You do magic!

How about a demonstration?

- Do you know how to...? - No, no.

Yes, yes, yes.

See that? She's amazing!

Congratulations! Wonderful. Yes, sir.

A fantastic exhibition. Mind if I join you?

- We were just leaving. - My name is Roa. And you?

Susan, Kathy,

- Angel and Carlos. - Which one's Carlos?

No, Carlos and Angel.

- You're Carlos? - Yeah, why?

We have the same name.

Carlos and Carlos. Carlitos Roa, reporter of the stars!

- Are the ladies British? - No, they're tourists.

They're tourists...

- American. - American?

I love Americans!

And young people. Nothing like young people, eh?

- Zaragoza. - Barcelona.

Barcelona? Zaragoza?

Zaragoza.

After that we'll see.

- To show them the Pilar. - Taking them to mass?

No, please. Too many skirts in our churches as it is.

We're headed for Barcelona. I'm with Requena, my photographer.

Well, photographer... if you get my meaning.

He went from shooting bullets to photographs.

We're going to see Jalisco.

Jalisco!

"Jalisco Sings in Seville." Jorge Negrete's film.

I'm promoting a new girl. Her name's Carmen García,

but I've renamed her Carmen Sevilla.

She's...

And Negrete... Well, what can I say about Negrete?

If you had a mustache...

You'd look just like him. More handsome, even.

You know what he did the other day

in Madrid? He was surrounded by women, harassing him for his autograph.

And he says: "What, are there no men

in Spain?"

How about it, Carlitos?

Are there or aren't there men in Spain?

We have to leave.

Already?

Don't go yet. Come to

Barcelona. Leave those two at mass and come to the opening.

- Well... - Come on, Carlitos.

Damnit, Requena! Tell me if they bring the food!

Shit, Requena. That paella is for two,

damnit!

Hotel Colón. Carlitos Roa.

Shit, Requena!

Hey, wait!

Wait, wait!

Mr. Victor, sir. So good to see you.

- What is it, Aurelio? - They forgot their camera.

- Whose is it? - Some American tourists

- headed for Barcelona. - Pretty?

- Amazing. - I'll give it to them, it's on my way.

- I only have a few minutes. - You can't stay for lunch?

- I'd love to, but I'm in a hurry. - I have some great prawns...

Don't tempt me, Aurelio.

Two sandwiches. And set up a phone call.

With tomato, eh?

We should drive faster.

On donkeys?

Those bastards! I was there just this morning.

Nothing?

Have them search again.

I can't, they're expecting me at the university.

Have them distribute copies of their photos.

I know they won't get far. They won't even reach the Escorial.

Has El Pardo been informed?

Do you have a boyfriend in Paris?

Is that a yes or a no?

Carlos is having problems with his teeth.

I'll go check.

I knew it. Come on. Comrade Kathy is playing sergeant.

Hold on.

Do you realize you're endangering our escape

and all of our lives?

- What did I do? - What?

Stopping for lunch was pure madness.

And you were way too loud in there.

And now we change seats and you jump her.

I saw you.

I saw you touching her. Just leave me the hell alone.

- You're jealous. - Me, jealous?

Jealous of what? I'm the one she kissed in the car.

She kissed me!

I gave you the green light.

We're going to get caught, Tomás.

- And it's your fault. - Yeah, right.

And you have a girlfriend.

Leave Gloria out of this.

She risked her life for you.

And look at you.

Two blondes and a convertible. How about it, Máximo?

Very American, sir.

A picture?

- You don't speak a word of English. - I don't need words.

Right, you'll just gesture. Like sign language. Susan, Susan...

Something about Mussolini, over there.

A little further back...

It's Marquina!

From below, Máximo. My chin...

- Why's he here? - How should I know?

Shit!

What happened?

We have to hide. Tell her to meet us up at that bend.

Shall we follow them, sir?

No, the road is too long.

Did you see "Gilda," Máximo?

- Me? - You can tell me.

That slap in the face. Pure sex appeal.

But in the movie it was Glen Ford.

Better for me, right?

Sure. It you look at it that way.

- Son of a bitch! - Holy shit!

He put us in jail for 8 years!

Maybe she said something.

What do you think, she's stupid?

What happened? What did you do?

What happened?

There's something loose here.

I think it's a bearing.

- A bearing? You have no clue. - The transmission.

Tomás, Tomás...

Tomás... Tomás!

It's Marquina's car!

Start the car! Push!

Push! Push! Push!

This thing isn't going anywhere.

No, stay there.

Stay right there. Tomás!

Well, well, well.

You see, Máximo? English is a piece of cake.

Accident, accidente.

Mechanic, mecánico, like you. So go find out what the fuck is wrong

- with this car. - Yes, sir.

You owe me a photograph,

remember?

- Is it yours? - Yes.

Great. Now take a picture of your friend and me.

She stood me up back there.

Look at that fatso. He has grease coming out of his ears.

You, click, click.

Of me with your friend. Go on.

Boss.

- The socket. - You ruined the photo!

The socket's broken.

I can't fix it here.

Lord have mercy.

You don't want any?

It's your loss.

They say they already ate. That's why they aren't hungry.

- Oh, right. - You see, Máximo?

I understand everything. English is easier than pissing on a wall.

They haven't got this in America. They don't even know what it is.

Don't fool yourself. We eat better here in Spain

- than anywhere. - Right.

- What's wrong now? - They're arguing.

- What about? - The redhead's telling the blond

to stop flirting with me

and the feisty blond told her to go to hell.

That's normal.

Careful.

Stop.

Stop!

Sorry, sir.

- Afternoon. - Good afternoon.

- Papers, please. - Yes.

Here. I'm Victor Marquina.

- No, at ease, please. - Can we help you?

These young ladies are American.

They've had a slight mishap

with their car and my chauffeur here...

Could you tell us where we may find a mechanic who could

- fix the problem? - Yes, sir. Come with us.

Maybe we should go cross-country.

We're not dressed for cross-country. Come on.

Look at those beautiful sunflowers.

I had to get stuck with a poet.

No.

I can't believe it.

- I can't believe it. - Relax, Jaime.

Just stay calm. Act natural.

It's okay. We're just walking. It's okay.

- What now? - Just let them pass.

- Let them pass. - Yeah, so they can tell

those cops that we're out here

in the middle of nowhere.

What have you done?

Carlitos, what a surprise!

Goodness me!

What are you two doing out here

in the middle of the arid Aragonese steppe?

- You're Carlitos. - Yeah.

Those floozies. I don't care if they're American.

- Leaving you like that... - It was sort of our fault, too.

- I'm sure they'll regret it. - Yeah.

I sure would if I left you out in the middle of nowhere.

Stud!

Shit, Requena! Who gave you a driver's license?

- Oh, excuse me. - Afternoon.

Good afternoon, officer.

- Papers. - Of course.

I'm Roa.

Carlitos Roa.

I'm a reporter for "Close-up."

We're covering the Jorge Negrete and Carmen Sevilla opening in Barcelona.

Agustín Requena, my photographer

and driver. I'd be lost without him.

The car belongs to a friend of mine

at the Ministry.

A very good friend.

These boys are friends, too.

They would never miss the chance to see

that Mexican and Carmen Sevilla in person.

All right.

- You can continue. - Thank you, officer.

Have a nice day. Goodbye.

I have terrible heartburn. Why the hell do I eat paella?

I feel like Esther Williams.

Did you see "Basting Beauty"?

You okay, Requena?

Why do I ask? He'd eat the hoof

of a cow.

I should have ordered the "Evita Perón Soup of the Stars."

I heard it's delicious.

Though with her husband...

Look, the American girls!

Their car broke down. I'm so glad.

They got what they deserve.

Let's see them get out of this one.

Those American girls with their cash, Hollywood, their convertible...

To hell with them!

- Carlitos... - Yes, darling?

- Could we stop for a second? - Yeah.

Need to drain the lizard, eh?

Stop, Requena.

- You, too, Carlitos? - Yes.

Your lizards need company!

That's right, yes sir. Three's company.

Come closer, boys! We're all men here!

- Carlitos... - Yes?

- We feel sorry for the girls. - The Americans?

We can't abandon them

- like this. - We'll meet you

at the opening, okay?

Hey, now you're abandoning me!

Thanks for everything.

You can't do this

to me! Carlitos, come back!

Stop acting like a freaking idiot.

Some trip this turned out to be. I should report you to the Union.

Me? What for?

For being a faggot!

You two travel

to Barcelona with us. Máximo and me

in Spanish car.

Good. No break, eh?

Are you sure? You both want to stay here?

Oh, well. Right then.

Are we leaving then?

Yes, you and me, all by ourselves. If only

we weren't in such a hurry...

Here's my address, okay?

You can send the photos to my home address.

We'll send you a bag of shit!

Goodbye.

Right.

You see, Máximo? I even spoke to them.

Yeah, English is just like riding a bike.

Is the car ready yet?

Almost.

- Delicious, ma'am. - Thank you.

- I'm speechless. - Thank you.

She asked how you made it.

Oh, it's easy. You need a large round loaf of bread. Day-old,

or three or four-days-old is even better.

You soak it in water to make it soggy.

Then in a frying pan...

you fry some chorizo

and some garlic...

and the leftovers of pig's blood

- from the slaughter... - The slaughter?

Right, the slaughter.

- All the pig fat. - And blood?

Stuff like that.

Once it's fried you add the bread and stir. Keep stirring or it "colagulates."

- It what? - It "colagulates."

"Colagulates."

It's better if you stir a lot. Oh, and the paprika.

You like it?

- Then just eat it. - She loves it.

- She's never tasted anything like it. - Thank you.

- Enjoy your meal. - Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you very much.

I don't even know what I said.

Shall I show you?

Right hand.

What? I'm showing her.

Right hand, pull away...

And then...

Now pull it away...

Good, good. That's far enough. Stop.

Very good.

- What did she say? - To stop touching her.

Can't you see she's uncomfortable?

Jaime's a poet.

- Recite for them. - No.

- No! - What did she say?

- She wants to hear one. - Go ahead.

All right, just a little.

"Twenty years...

has grown my voice...

So little...

for so much beauty."

You were lucky. The connecting rod didn't break.

- If it had broken... - Will it run or not?

Make sure you have the socket changed in Lérida.

I tied it with a wire, but be careful. Drive slowly.

Today we have paella, what a delicious treat.

It has everything,

everything you want to eat.

There's enough shrimp...

to feed an army.

- Bravo! More! - Because...

Today we have paella,

what a delicious treat!

"My love, I am injured.

Injured by fleeting love.

Injured, dying of love."

Aren't you tired?

Talk to you? To keep you awake, right?

What should I say? Who cares?

You won't understand anyway. I should learn English or French.

I'm really going to miss Madrid. The university, drinking vermouth...

There's vermouth in France, right?

They must have something similar.

Do you like vermouth?

Do you like vermouth?

I like it.

I like you, too.

I've never liked anyone so much.

But I have a girlfriend. I told you that, right?

She'll be arrested, too.

Just like us. Anytime now, this whole thing will be over.

That bastard.

I'll be right there!

Come on, Tomás!

I'm coming!

I said I'm coming!

Hold on a second!

It's Barcelona!

Down with the S.E.U.! Free the students in jail!

Down with the S.E.U.! Down with the S.E.U.!

Bastards!

Death to Franco!

Free the university!

I didn't see it at first. She seemed so...

so serious, so cold...

But Kathy is really wonderful.

We talked about everything. Lorca, Machado...

And about things here in Spain, with Franco.

Why are you laughing?

She has a nice figure, too.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- She's pretty. - You're in love.

I don't know. Anyway, about you and Susan.

Don't worry about it.

Don't hold back because of me. Go right ahead.

Go right ahead?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

You're welcome.

How funny this should happen right now.

I feel like I'm ready for anything.

Michel!

- I missed you! - Really?

Yes.

A whole week? Where will we hide?

They have our photos. It has to be today.

If you'd arrived last night... I had the guide and the border passes ready.

Forget the guide. What about the passes?

They've expired. They're weekly passes and yesterday was Sunday.

Have them forged again.

- They're real. - They're real?

That's right. I have a soldier who gets me the general's signature.

Risking his life, of course.

What about the guide? Aren't there any others?

Say something, Jaime.

We have to leave tonight. No matter what.

I do know a student.

He's not a guide, but he knows the area.

And the border passes... We need a plan.

- Right here, on the left. - What is this?

Some sort of show?

Of course! Jorge Negrete!

- That's right. - What?

- Why are we here? - What's going on?

My soldier is the general's driver.

And the general's coming to the theater.

There are police everywhere!

- Why are we here? - Wait here. I'll find him,

get the papers and come back.

What's going on?

That French guy is nuts.

First the guide and now this. He a friend of yours?

No. We met this morning.

If we stay here by the car they'll ask us for papers.

- We should hide in the crowd. - No.

He said he's coming, so we wait.

- No way. - Where will you go?

- They'll ask us for papers here. - Come on.

Where are you going? Shit!

Clear the way, please.

Get them out of the way.

Don't worry, in Paris there'll be plenty of girls.

You know what French girls are like?

- No. - Me neither.

- But I can imagine. - Hey, you!

Stop him!

You see? Should have stayed at the car.

- Wait here for me. - No, no.

- I'll find them. - Where are you going?

- Stay here. I'll try to find them. - Jaime, Jaime!

Michel!

Michel!

Carlos, Carlitos!

You came!

What are you doing here? I'm so glad to see you!

- No, I'm alone... - Alone? I'll fix that.

- Come with me. - Jaime!

You said you were alone.

Jaime!

Carlos, Carlitos!

The more the merrier. You can come, too.

Officer, these are friends of mine. I'm Roa, Carlitos Roa.

- We don't want to impose... - Come with me.

Requena, shoot!

Look at these two!

- I'll introduce you to Carmen Sevilla. - Great.

Right here.

Sit here.

You sit with me.

Stud!

...the beauty and the grace of an actress who,

with this film, has already become one of our biggest

international film stars...

Carmen Sevilla!

Bravo!

Come on, boys! Let's see some clapping!

Bravo!

I've got a first-aid kit for your blisters.

You're one beautiful lady!

An artist from head to toe!

But watch out for her ankles.

- Put a sock in it! - Yes!

Sock it to me, baby! Roa, reporter of the stars!

- Shut up! - But before we begin,

we have a surprise for all of you.

Yeah, right. A surprise. Negrete's going to sing...

...the most genuine representative of race and art,

over here from overseas...

Spit it out already!

Illustrious authorities,

here with us, accompanied

by his mariachis,

the star of "Jalisco

Sings in Seville," Jorge Negrete!

Dreamboat!

There are no eyes

more beautiful

in my homeland

than the dark eyes

of a girl from Guadalajara.

Looks that kill,

burning pupils,

it is night

when they sleep,

daytime when they

gaze upon us.

Moonlit nights,

orange blossom perfume...

Stars in the sky,

the scent of lilies in the air...

Sorry, invitation only.

- Hold on. I have friends. - No.

Do you smoke?

Pesetas, eh?

The sigh of the wind,

the sky goes dark...

and in the soul

roams

groaning

love.

Let's get out of here. Tell him you're ill.

- Let's go. - Wait for the lights.

Whispering little secrets? I hope they're not about me.

Where are you going this time?

We'll be right back.

Draining the lizard?

- Knock 'em dead! - For goodness sake!

- That's filthy. - What?

"Drain the lizard." It's an expression.

You'll find it

- in the dictionary. - That's enough!

Run, run!

Clear the way!

Tomás Atienza Calderón!

Get him!

Halt!

He's dead. One less son of a bitch.

Say something!

She made it all up. About her father.

- What? - Yeah, I don't know.

He was never in Spain, nor in the Brigades.

He's a millionaire. Stinking rich.

Hold on.

Take your papers.

Show this document at every checkpoint.

- Got it? - Yeah.

You may carry on.

- Which way? - I don't know.

Hold on, stop.

They're leaving.

Look that's Venus, to the north. We're on course. Come on, Jaime.

- What? - Up there.

That's not Venus. Venus is to the south.

- It is. - It is not.

That's a star, not a planet.

No, it doesn't twinkle like a star. That's a planet. It's more orange.

Like the moon...

- Tomás! - My ankle!

- Don't scare me like that. - My ankle!

It's a damn trench!

Papers.

Two are missing.

Two are missing.

No, me not English.

Okay, let's see here.

It says here there were four people

in the car.

One, two, three, four.

And the two of you...

are two. Where are the other two?

Angel and Carlos?

- Careful, damnit! - Stop, stop.

Shit.

He said 2 or 3 hours! I can't go any further.

We must be about there. Wait.

Where are you going?

I'll take a look up ahead.

Stay here.

Tomás!

Tomás!

- Hurry, quick! - What did you see?

Look, the road.

It's France, Jaime!

It's France! We're free!

We're free, Jaime!

Come on!

Hey, watch out!

- Keep going! - Are you okay?

Yeah. Keep going!

Shit!

There.

That's it.

Shit.

The soles of my shoes are torn to shreds.

There's a car coming. You hear it?

Look.

- There it is. Look, Jaime! - Shit!

Tomás... Tomás.

- What is it? - Look.

- Sardines in olive oil. So what? - It's in Spanish.

We're in Spain. We went backwards.

Over here, quick.

No, sir. They haven't been through here.

When did your shift start?

An hour ago.

Right. Let's go, Máximo.

Yes, sir.

The car with the girls!

Mr. Marquina, they said you were coming.

- What happened? - Nothing. Ran into a door.

How was your trip?

Just fine. I see you've detained them.

Yes, well... I don't speak English, so...

- It's quite simple. - You speak English?

Just as well. What did they say?

They were just saying how they're a bit upset...

Actually, they're friends of mine.

Really?

Oh, yes. Very good friends. Are you trying to cause

an international incident?

More propaganda for our enemies?

Go on, go on.

Wait. And this is important.

I want these photos placed in a prominent place.

Have your men keep their eyes peeled.

- Right away. - Wait.

Wake up the guards from last night. I have to question them.

Right away.

Ladies?

Car okay, right?

Problem? Here? There's no problem.

No problem. You can take your car,

drive straight to France. Bye, see you.

Stop!

The camera.

- Again. - Thank you.

You're welcome, kittens.

Máximo.

These damn Americans sure live in style.

Tourists!

Don't give me that!

I saw them in Barcelona. They'll cross the border tonight.

Where would you cross? Through Irún?

Hey, I saw them.

They were in a car. A convertible.

- A convertible? - With a blond and a redhead.

- Those fucking bitches! - Excuse me.

I thought they were friends of yours.

Máximo, goddamnit! They made fools of us!

Excuse me, sir. Can we go back to sleep now?

Nobody's doing any sleeping here!

Everybody up! We'll hunt them like rabbits!

Máximo!

They'll kill us, just like Michel.

Let's just give up.

Tomás, come on. We have to keep going.

We're almost there.

Cup of chicory?

It's hot.

I'm calling back my men. This makes no sense.

No way. They'll show up.

This isn't the university. I'm in charge here.

I'll set up routine surveillance.

What kind of officer are you?

I'm leaving. Are you coming or not?

You don't know who I am.

I take orders directly from his Excellency.

You know what that means?

Take one step further and I'll have you court-martialed!

- Boss... - What is it?

There, in the distance.

There they are.

What is this?

And these cows?

I don't know. Look.

There's the farmer.

That mustache looks French.

What should we do?

Let's ask him.

Come on, Jaime. Let's go.

Excuse me!

- Are you French? - Yes.

- And what is this? Where are we? - What country?

France, of course!

There they are! There they are!

- You're crazy! That's France! - France? Fuck France!

- Come on, let's go! - Hold it! Nobody move!

"Nobody move"? This isn't a goddamn picnic!

- Máximo, let's get them! - Stop!

Come on, damnit!

- I can't. - Keep going, Tomás!

I can't!

I can't!

They're going to kill us, Jaime! I can't go on!

Go ahead, kill us!

Kill us!

Just like you killed Michel.

Why not?

You're fugitives!

Come on, get up.

We're in France. We're political refugees.

Don't make me laugh. You're coming back to Madrid with me.

With a little luck

you'll get the death penalty. Move it, kiddies.

You'll have to kill us yourself. Go on, shoot.

- Don't bust my balls. - You haven't got any.

- Go ahead. - Hold it right there.

You think I've never killed anyone?

I'm unarmed. Look what I've got.

- Don't come any closer. - A notebook and a pencil.

Don't come any closer!

Shoot me, you fat fuck!

Jaime!

You son of a bitch!

Let me go,

you bastard!

- Hold it. Jaime! - Let me go!

Hold him!

I'll kill you!

Bastards!

I'll be waiting for you!

- Fucking communist brats! - Help me, Máximo.

What now, boss?

We say we let them get away.

Jaime, wake up.

Susan...

You've been asleep for two days.

Get closer.

Smile.

What's this about "cheese"?

- Cheese. - Say cheese.

What about Michel?

That it's for Michel.

One,

two and three.

- Cheese. - There.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, Pepón.

- Thank you. - There's no room.

Sure there is, we'll squeeze in.

Careful.

- Close my door. - Yes.

2,500 francs. You see that? 2,500 francs!

Manuel Lamala and Nicolás Sánchez escaped from Spain in summer of 1998.

They couldn't return to Spain until 30 years later.

Evidence of their crime can still be found at the University of Madrid.