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THE yEAR OF AWAKENING

Where's Manolo?

Manolo!

You forgot your lunch.

Write soon.

Behave yourselves.

All right!

Hurry up.

Say your prayers.

Don't let your brother wet his pants.

Behave yourself, Manolo.

Come on, Manolo.

Bye, Mom!

Bye.

Bye.

Get the bags.

Give me your hand. Come on, Manolo.

You take care of your brother.

Manolo, buy me one.

How much?

50 cents.

What are you doing?

We're going to miss the bus.

Come on!

50 cents.

All right, give me 40.

Where are you going? This is our bus.

Just imagine, the enemy's offensive.

And some offensive, battle after battle!

2 months in snow up to our knees!

Now, that was a real war.

I suppose.

. How about a smoke? . Thanks.

Tickets.

Fine. Tickets.

Fine. Tickets.

The soldier's with me.

My brothers, they're war orphans.

Little angels.

The foreign radios say we're executing people.

We should execute a lot more!

And broadcast it.

Someone in your family fell for God

. and Spain? . No, my wife.

My niece. A true saint!

Well, the war's over.

It's time to put all our grudges behind us.

The lieutenant's right.

Don't we want to start anew?

Just a minute!

As a Christian, I'm willing to forgive.

But as a patriot, never! That's asking too much!

What do you think?

About the war.

Well, that you nationalists

. bombed us a lot. . They were in Madrid.

But it couldn't be helped.

We had to get the enemy.

But the bombs fell on us.

Pirri, his friend,

got his legs blown off.

He escaped by a miracle.

War is war.

Shit! He just peed all over me again!

Pascual,

hand me his pants.

Mom said you brought

. food from the villages. . I had no choice.

How did you do it?

I went with the reds.

You went around with them?

You expected me to go with the fascists?

We'll discuss that later.

Here.

Put them out to air.

. Time to take a leak. . Spanish dicks out to piss.

. Want to pee? . No.

Sure?

Yeah, but I'm hungry. When can we eat?

If you wet your pants...

See that?

Shit!

I've had a hard. On the whole trip.

Didrt she realize?

Yeah, but she likes it.

Hell, she's really hot for it!

But I got so horny my balls are gonna hurt for a week.

You guys, back on the bus.

Cigarette?

Yeah.

No thanks. My vow...

Hey.

Take my seat and let me sit by her.

What for?

I'll get my brother to give you

. a month's leave. . No, Manolo.

She's a decent girl.

You want her petting with the whole bus?

My chilblains itch.

Good morning.

Identification.

. Let's go up on top. . We'll freeze.

So we can talk.

Pepe, we're gonna ride on top.

Are you crazy?

So I can tell Mom about the landscape.

Put your collar up anyway.

Identification.

No, not you.

. I wanna go. . you'll catch cold.

I won't catch cold.

Just like kings!

. Come on, tell me. . Didrt you see?

I mean, how far did you get with your foot?

Boy, does she have hot thighs!

. What's going on here? . His I. D...

. Where are you headed? . Hollero.

With my big toe I got inside her panties

and then I just let her have it.

And you got off on it?

No, man, I didn't...

but she sure did!

I haven't done anything.

I haven't done anything!

I just lost my I.D. That's all!

Will they shoot him?

What do I care?

Pascual!

Pascual!

Hey, you! Your lieutenant's calling.

Take the kid!

Careful.

Take the...

Goddamn it!

Come on.

Pascual, here, take this.

Yes, yes.

So much for that.

If you get pneumonia, don't blame me.

It's just like being on a plane.

I'll tell you one thing...

you gonna have nuns or nurses at the sanatorium?

I don't know. Why?

Shit, because if you get nurses...

you know what I mean.

Nurses are used to seeing a guy's pecker.

So go to it!

But nuns...

Nuns just get off on saying their rosary.

Good evening.

I'm Emilio Zorzano, the school porter.

. How was your trip? . Fine.

Load your bags up.

Everybody hop on.

Are we ready?

Giddyup horse!

. My throat hurts. . It's your own fault.

Mine? If you hadrt gone up...

He hasn't got any fever.

But Miss Irene can give him a shot.

I don't want a shot!

No, they won't give you one.

He said "Miss" Irene. They aren't nuns.

. Who is Miss Irene? . The head nurse.

Call me by my first name.

We're comrades. I was in the war, too.

The men healed by your hands were fortunate souls.

Please, you'll make me blush!

But it's true. You say the director's not here?

He's in poor health

and has gone to the seaside.

Did you have a complaint?

Of course not. On the contrary.

I just brought a letter of recommendation for him.

Oh, very good.

Actually the rules only allow boys of 12 and under.

And little Luis here is already a man.

My name is Manolo.

Like I said, a little man.

Their medical exam can wait.

They must be tired.

First, we'll get them some supper.

Are you hungry? Yes?

What would you like?

. A steak or an omelette? . Oh, anything.

I think there's some macaroni.

You served at the front?

Of course. Look.

Shrapnel.

I still have a splinter inside.

See that, Manolo?

Just like Agustina de Aragon!

Good, you don't have any fever

so you won't need a shot.

Come in.

Arert there two extra beds in your dormitory?

Yes, Miss.

Here are two Falangist youth.

. you are in the movement? . I am!

Give them supper and when you tuck them in,

give Jesus some milk and aspirin.

. Is that clear? . yes.

. Isn't he a bit old? . Do as I say.

Don't worry, we'll fatten them up.

Would you like a drink?

Yes, of course.

Thanks for everything, Irene.

Ever go to Madrid?

I wish I could,

but I'm needed here.

We have to take care of our young men.

This is like a vocation for you?

Yes.

I bet you like rice pudding.

. yes, Ma'am. . And custard?

Yes.

Paquita.

Yes, Ma'am.

Here.

Be careful.

Your dessert.

Arert you full?

Lots of fruit.

It purifies the system.

Shut up, you know. It. All!

They need stuff that sticks to their ribs.

Ignorant bat!

Paquita,

go to bed. You know tomorrow is a school day.

And what are you all doing in the kitchen?

Out, silly ninnies! Always nosing around the kitchen!

Let's see now...

There you go.

What are you doing?

It's for the radio.

. you hear with that? . Sure.

It gets foreign stations.

It's Portuguese

because we're on the border.

I made it myself.

Now go to sleep.

Brave little soldier,

the pride of the sun

was to kiss your brow...

you mean you saw everything?

Yeah, but in the shadows, behind the screen.

And I was stuck in the barn!

Which one is she?

With the uniform.

Vicenta, this one's done.

Everyone undressed and in the shower!

Come on.

What's wrong with you?

I'll shower by myself.

You lucky bastard. Like a sultan.

You've got your own harem!

If you come to Madrid, you can stay with us.

My mother would love it. And my sisters, well...

As I said, this is like a vocation.

You've really been very kind. I'll write don Ramiro and tell him so.

Bye, Pepe.

You two behave.

And eat well so Mom will be happy.

Write your sisters like you promised.

Sure.

If possible, have them call my mother.

There's a phone in the village.

Well, see you soon.

Bye, Pepe.

Giddyup, horse!

Giddyup!

Shit, don't cry.

We'll have no dirty language here!

Lord, bless this table and the food upon it.

Bless Franco, the Spanish army,

Jose Antonio and those who fell for God and Spain,

the F�hrer, il Duce and the Japanese Emperor. Amen.

Amen.

Who's that?

Miss Transito, our teacher.

Morales, do you know how to say rosary?

Yes.

Very good. From now on you will lead the rosary.

We did the rosary, so my prayers are said.

. All right. . Kiss me.

Hey, aren't you supposed to be in school?

I study on my own.

Want a little?

No, I already had breakfast.

Who cares?

Watch it!

What's this rascal up to?

He doesn't go to class. He learns on his own.

Pretty clever!

So, didn't you get enough for breakfast?

Or are you already chasing girls?

No, I was leaving.

Five times two is ten.

Six times two is twelve.

Seven times two is fourteen.

Eight times two is sixteen.

Nine times two is eighteen.

Ten times two is twenty.

Letters of recommendation or not, he must attend class!

He's in high school. You can't put him with the kids.

I'm the teacher in charge.

Pepita,

send that loafer up here.

His father fell in the war.

All the more reason to educate him.

You think I'm incapable of teaching high school?

Not at all!

Starting tomorrow

you will attend classes. Understand?

Miss Transito is just trying to help.

But my older brother said...

you will be at school tomorrow at 9

with books and paper.

You may finish eating.

Yes, Ma'am.

How did you wind up in Paris?

Young man, everyone winds up in Paris

because it's the capital of the universe.

Like Victor Hugo said,

"France, without you the world would be so lonely."

What about money?

I had a girlfriend. That's another story.

What story?

C'est la vie, mon cher ami.

As the old saying goes.

Strolling down the Champs Elys�es one day,

and banished to this wasteland the next.

And what's worse, married to that cow!

You good. For. Nothing tramp!

Don't pay him any mind!

You know what he did in Paris?

Careful, as Christ said,

"He that scandalizes

a child should sooner drown himself in the sea."

He lived off women!

Good. For. Nothing tramp!

She's gone loony.

I wasrt a pimp.

The girl's dad was a butcher

so she fed me.

Was she pretty?

Damn! Why didn't you marry her?

She wouldn't have me.

If you liked France so much,

why did you come back here?

Degeneration, son, degeneration.

Don't remind me.

As Dante once said,

"There is no worse pain than recalling happiness in misery."

And who's that?

St. Bonaventure, son.

Go on to supper, at least we have that.

. Manolo? . What?

I peed.

Morales!

Why aren't you sitting down?

Don't you know you can't get up in class?

Put your hand out. I'm going to...

. lf you hit my brother... . you're threatening me?

Help! Help!

It's a mutiny!

Mutiny!

Mutiny's a bit strong.

Mutiny, rioting, rebellion... Call it what you will!

He's a delinquent and he threatened me!

All right, what do you have to say?

She wouldn't let him

be excused,

so he wet his pants.

And then she hit him.

You eat, piss and shit before school.

Go now, Morales.

Report him to the police!

But you wanted him in school.

Then I resign!

I won't allow that murderer to touch me.

Don't be absurd,

please!

From now on he can study alone in the library.

With no punishment?

He'll be punished.

Want some coffee?

Coffee! At a time like this! All right.

See where lack of discipline will get you?

Lt'll be communist anarchy.

Hey, did you really hit Miss Transito?

What did they do?

What can they do?

I don't know, but something.

The old bitch has a lot of rank, too.

In the Womers Brigade.

What's this?

A microscope.

Want to look through it?

All right.

. Idiot! . It's to look at.

Wait a minute.

Let's see.

There.

There it is.

Look.

Wow! You mean that's my hair?

Yes.

Look, spit here.

Spit?

What for?

Don't you want to see microbes?

Well...

Wait...

I know something better.

Did you really hit the teacher?

Want to see some microbes?

What?

Microbes. Little bugs in your spit.

Go on!

Come on, look.

See them?

Holy Mary, mother of God!

Now you.

Spit here.

Spit!

God, you're gross! Gross.

You said spit.

Yeah, yeah. All right.

Now.

Let's see...

. There they are. . Let me see.

I got it.

What is it?

See if you can guess.

. Here. . Here.

. It's milk. . Let's see.

Not exactly.

Look at them squirm!

Are they worms?

No. They're...

what get girls pregnant.

Pig!

You dirty pig!

You just wait!

You'll be sorry!

I was right. It was his milk!

Let's go!

Where did you get those books?

From the library.

Miss Irene said burn the anti. Spanish ones.

And you think this is anti. Spanish?

It's in English and Miss Transito...

Miss My Ass!

This is a literary jewel!

You never heard of Dickens?

No.

This is barbaric!

Burning this, mars cultural heritage!

You were going to burn Montaigne's "Les Essais"!

Michel de Montaigne!

What was you criterion for destruction?

Burn what wasrt in Spanish, German or Italian.

Lord, forgive them. They know not what they do.

Look, you'll say you burned them,

and I'll keep them. Okay?

Great plan. We'll hide them in the shop.

I don't know if I can read it...

Montaigne, I mean.

It's in old French.

Good, my little boy has gone pee. Pee...

and now for sweet dreams.

Not like your idiot brother.

Only the devil knows what his dreams are.

Give me a kiss.

One for Manolo.

Your brother wants a kiss.

See you tomorrow.

God willing.

You know it's a mortal sin?

Yes.

And if you die now, you'll go straight

to hell. But I know

you'll do it again tonight.

Arert you afraid of hell?

I'll fix you.

I'll cut your balls off!

Now you're going to pray for your sins.

And say it loud.

Almighty Father, I have sinned,

and confess to the blessed Virgin Mary,

to the blessed St. Michael...

Tie me up.

What?

Tie me up.

Remember, you told me to.

How many times a day do you do it?

Once or twice...

or three times.

You pig!

You like it that much?

There.

Go on,

keep on praying.

Almighty Father, I have sinned...

Pig!

...against the everlasting blessed Virgin Mary,

St. John the Baptist,

St. Peter and St. Paul,

and the Holy Father,

in thought, word and deed.

Through my fault...

through my fault,

through my most grievous fault...

Morning.

24 and a half.

Twenty. Four and a half.

Next.

Twenty. One.

Twenty. One. Next.

Twenty. Nine.

Twenty. Nine. Next.

Your brother keeps growing but you...

I'm studying a lot.

Fifty. Six and a half.

Next.

Miss, it's a letter from home.

My mother isn't well

and she needs me to help her.

Oh, dear.

When are you leaving?

She wants me now.

My sister's getting married so she'll be alone.

Do what you must,

but finding a substitute now...

Maybe Maria Jesus could come.

Mrs. Tomasa's daughter.

. The priest's niece. . you think so?

Yes. She wants to do her duty for the State.

Yes, Mommy, I wash my ears.

Manolo washes his too.

Yes, I've gained three pounds.

Manolo's still skinny because he's studying.

Ok, I'll tell him.

She wants to talk to you.

What? I'll write you a letter.

The 3 minutes are almost up.

No, it's not very cold.

No, it's not cold!

Mom, can you hear...?

Mom?

It cut off.

What about Vicenta?

She can go to hell.

She'd love to go,

. as you saw yourself. . We'll see.

We'll see what her uncle says about it.

Satars brood! You'll all die!

You won't crap here again!

Uncle.

Uncle.

Miss Irene from the sanatorium is here.

Ah, yes.

Take over.

. Hail Mary. . Full of grace.

These pigeons have got me crazy.

Every day there's more of them.

One day they'll crap on me during mass.

It seems Maria Jesus

would like to work with us.

She wants to be a secretary.

Come on, we can't hear a word in here.

Look, look.

See that?

And they talk about Voltaire.

Absolutely shameful!

Come on, let's go.

I wanted some water.

What's that?

I'm studying typing.

With that?

Till I buy a real one.

Without looking?

By touch. I type 20 words a minute.

What can you type?

Anything. What's your name?

Manolo Morales.

Manolo Morales.

M A N O L O,

space, M O R A L

E S. That's it.

Are you from Madrid?

Didrt you want some water?

Yeah, but I'm not thirsty now.

Well...

good night.

Good night.

Hey, I haven't seen hide nor hair of you.

Where's Emilio?

In the shop. What the heck's wrong with you?

Hi.

Hi, Manolo.

Finished up your studying?

I didn't study today, or yesterday or the day before.

What do you mean?

I know, you're just worn out.

I've got some brain rejuvenation pills.

My head's not the problem.

This is great stuff.

Listen to this.

"Regulates the essential body functions,

and tones the brain."

You know...

it's one of those reconstituents.

With all your exertions,

mental and physical, you need a reviver.

Drop that thing and take this damn pill.

Drink from there.

Besides, it tones up your thingy. Your genetic thing.

When I take it,

I'm just like a stud horse.

So, go sow a few oats.

. I'm not into it now. . I'm not a confessor.

No, it's just that ever since Maria Jesus came...

The priest's girl?

So, ever since she's come,

you're as pious as St. Kostka.

You've gone and fallen in love.

Mon petit ami, tu es bien foutu.

Which means "you're fucked."

Why? Is falling in love bad?

Love is wonderful.

As Dante said,

"Love that moves the moon and stars."

However, its effect on humans...

It's hit like you like a lead bullet.

Because not only have you dropped onanism...

which is all right...

you can't study, which is bad.

I open my books but I can't concentrate.

I suppose you're writing poetry.

Yes.

Let's see.

"Spring is in the air but my face is long.

The girl so fair will not hear my song."

Rhyming rubbish!

What song?

Have you told her?

What?

That you love her.

You have to tell her first.

And what if she doesn't love me?

Well, then...

Then you could write poetry.

But you should go to Paris first.

. My pot? . There you have it.

You'd get over it quick in Paris.

It's full of young girls.

You trying to get him all hot?

No, the kid's in love.

With some girl from Madrid.

Of course.

Write her, boy, write her.

All women love to get letters.

As far as love goes,

pay no mind to this old limp fart.

Words, all words.

He didn't give me one child!

The old scarecrow!

In full menopause.

We married when we were older

and due to my Parisian excesses,

I have dry ejaculation, so I'm not fertile,

but I function like a20.year. Old.

And if I write her? Maria Jesus, I mean...

Forget about epistles!

Face to face, like a man!

My brother wants to know if you like movies.

. Why doesn't he ask me? . I don't know.

Well, tell him I like them a lot.

Then go to the library.

Can I come in?

We're going to see a movie?

Well, I was trying to fix this.

Really?

Let me see.

Is there one with Danielle Darrieux?

She's my favorite.

I don't know.

It's not fixed yet.

I don't have tools.

What are the titles?

Well, "The Annual Disaster"...

"The Ultra Plus Flight",

"The Olympics"...

They aren't love stories.

I haven't seen them but they don't sound...

. you like love stories? . The best.

You're lucky in Madrid.

We don't have movies

here in the village.

I don't like the ones about love.

Yeah, you like the westerns just like all the guys.

What are these rocks?

Well, granite...

marble...

feldspar...

Maria Jesus, I...

you what?

Fresh! What if I tell my boyfriend?

Whoa!

Man, if you're not throwing rocks you're jerking off!

Is that all you know how to do?

What are you looking at?

Manolo, you animal!

Manolo!

Don't, you beast!

Get outta here!

Now what?

Now what?

No tickling! Don't tickle!

Oh, no, you don't!

This'll teach you!

They'll see us!

Hell, you guys from Madrid

are worse than the village guys!

"Go ahead and tell your boyfriend."

Rafaela!

GO AHEAD AND TELL yOUR BOyFRIEND

I saw you.

And what if he beats you to a pulp?

Me?

He's a Portuguese youth.

What's that?

Like the Falangist youth.

Paquita, your mind's in the clouds, girl!

How's the paella?

Lt'll make your mouth water, Miss Irene.

Carefully, dear.

Yes, Ma'am.

Good morning, Emilio.

Hello, Miss Irene.

. How's everything? . Going just fine.

Don't you know how to use brakes?

It isn't broken.

We had a ceremony with

the Falangist youth.

So I went over to see your mother.

The priest

didn't tell me the brakes were broken.

Boy, are you dumb!

Look at

that scratch!

I was bored to tears without you.

What's he doing here?

The country's for everyone, isn't it? Your turn.

That guy's her boyfriend.

Damn, you're kidding!

She told me.

Everyone come on,

or we won't eat till midnight!

Mayors in Portugal are more important than here.

For example, my dad

is mayor and head of the city council.

Isn't it the same?

If he says it's different, it's different.

He's Portuguese, isn't he?

Does your father like the drum?

Of course he does. The drum is the most important instrument.

More than the violin?

You're kidding! There's no comparison.

But the violin...

Forget the violin!

Just imagine a military parade marching to violins!

Pretty stupid!

Well, I suppose...

He's right, it's a marvellous instrument.

Such a military air.

When I hear drums, I get overcome with emotion.

Patriotic emotion.

When our President heard me play...

Marshall Carmona?

He cried like a baby.

Excuse me. This humidity's bad

for my rheumatism.

He kissed me on the forehead. I was 7 years old.

You began young.

A child prodigy.

I don't see why they invited him for lunch.

Which was damn good!

My old lady may be crude but in the kitchen...

Cordon. Bleu.

Hey, you should ask her to dance.

Maria Jesus?

Well, not my wife!

. I don't know how. . you can't dance?

Come over here.

What?

The two step...

Show some spunk!

Change partners. Here's the old bat.

You rude, ill. Mannered rascal!

Change partners.

Well?

I don't know how.

You're doing great.

Well, the two step...

Are you mad?

Me? No.

Why are you so quiet?

Well, your boyfriend's here.

Now for a slow one with the same partner.

Come on, my pigeon.

No, you're all hands.

Well?

I've never danced...

I'll lead.

He isn't my boyfriend.

No?

His dad is a friend of my uncle,

the priest.

Then...

Then what?

Nothing.

Stupid.

What was it?

If I kiss you again, you won't get mad?

Who do you think you are?

Turn that music off right now!

Slow dancing is a sin, you know!

But in broad daylight...

Some example for our youth!

And you too! Very pretty.

Your uncle would die.

Where's Emilio? The phonograph is his.

Don't get so upset, dear.

We were just dancing an innocent ditty.

Of course, that's all.

Innocent? They're stuck like glue in lust!

. The children! . Let them hear!

Close dancing is a sin.

Very well. Does everyone want to dance?

Then let's dance our folk dances.

We'll dance a "jota".

. I'll play drum. . Very good.

Our Lady of Pilar says

that she will never be French...

Come on, everyone!

With healthy joy!

She wants to be the captain

of the troops from Aragon.

Our Lady of Pilar says

that she will never be French...

She wants to be the captain

of the troops from Aragon.

Manolo, he's worse than you!

. What's this? . Look at that.

Sweet thing, they just weaned him too early.

Just like me, in my dreams.

You old scarecrow!

Hey! My drum! My drum!

My drum!

Why didn't you sit by me?

Don't you remember what Miss Transito said?

No.

If she saw us together, she'd tell my uncle.

Let her tell him.

Stop it.

Know how they kiss in movies?

Sure. Who doesn't, silly?

My brother's maid told me how.

They kiss with their mouths open.

So what?

And they stick out their tongues.

Want to try?

Not now.

With our mouths closed then.

What are you doing?

Brushing my teeth.

Get to bed!

I was just going.

. See you tomorrow. . God willing.

Open up right now!

Get up!

What were you doing in here?

Shitting. What else should I be doing?

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Cover yourself up!

And this is your last warning.

Understand?

Finish up.

I don't like it.

. Were they doing anything? . No.

You see? You distrust everyone.

But they shouldn't sleep in the same room.

Please, they're only children.

Children!

You should see that young boy's...

I mean, he's like a man.

It's absolutely huge.

Really?

She's asleep.

He's asleep.

Manolo!

Manolo!

Manolo, I'm afraid.

What's wrong now?

I saw the Virgin!

Don't be silly.

You wet your pants!

Maria Jesus.

Maria Jesus.

Good night.

Look what a mess! And you just twiddle your thumbs.

I'm the porter here,

not a factotum.

I have more to do

than work as a handyman.

If not for your wife,

you'd be another red in jail.

Wait.

. What's wrong? . We have to be careful.

Miss Transito had Emilio fix the broken tiles.

I don't care.

What if they catch us here?

No.

They think I've gone to town to buy matches.

Hey.

What?

No, not that.

Let me...

No.

When we're married then?

You'll go back to Madrid and forget me.

No. Really.

Look. I'll close my eyes, open and close them...

No.

Good morning.

Good morning.

No, I didn't study.

How do you know so much?

I've always listened.

In the Sorbonne in Paris, in the caf�s.

I listened to Unamuno for hours and hours.

In exile in France, of course.

How old...

do you have to be to marry?

"You ask if you should marry or not?"

. No. I wanted to know... . No, I was quoting a classic.

Sophocles. Or was it Socrates?

Well, what matters is he was Greek.

"You ask if you should marry or not?

Do as you will, for either way,

you will repent."

. Manolo, what are you doing? . Come on!

No!

Let me get in. I'm freezing.

Only a minute.

Do you love me?

Of course.

Do you love me?

I'll get a job so we can marry.

Manolo.

Let me stay here to sleep.

Bullfighting seems like butchery to me. The poor animals.

But the bull likes to be killed.

That is if he's been played properly.

. Have a smoke. . I don't smoke.

He doesn't smoke or like bullfighting...

Some priest!

I do like the "banderilleros".

They look so fancy, so gay...

you aren't a little...?

My God, no!

Thank God. And what do you think?

I agree with him.

About bullfights.

French influence!

Concerning your sins, that is.

What sins could I have at my age?

I know you well.

Sins in thought, not deed.

But thinking isn't a sin.

Dear Lord. Did you hear him?

Yes, but never mind.

He's gone liberal but he's all right.

Well, how's my niece doing?

Fine. She's a hard worker, clean, charming.

Shall we say rosary for him?

No, he'll come out clean in confession.

What about this dance Miss Transito mentioned?

It was nothing.

We just felt like relaxing.

You know Miss Transito.

Did you see that?

What?

Don Teodulo.

You know, the priest. My uncle.

Does that mean you're going to the village?

Don't you know what it means?

They've come for confession for Corpus Christi.

You have to promise me one thing.

Promise that you won't tell.

About what we're doing.

But aren't you going to confess?

Are you crazy?

Ah, since it's your uncle...

Havert you figured out he's my father?

What about breakfast?

It depends on what time mass is.

We can celebrate mass at 10 AM.

So the children won't get so hungry.

. Very good. . you're always so considerate.

They've all had first communion?

Yes, we asked them all.

Let's go then.

Do you want to try it with the adults or stick to infancy?

Since I'm new,

maybe I should do the innocent ones.

First. Time priests!

Get your courage up, man.

Break yourself in on the adults.

Besides, they're all saints here.

. We do our best. . May God hear!

Well, a few off. Color words...

but nothing very serious.

The confessor must decide that.

Pardon me,

I'm so used to don Teodulo.

Anything more?

Nothing. I mean, just the absolution.

Didrt they tell you we're all

saints here?

Hail Mary.

Full of grace.

Father, I confess that I have sinned

and broken the 6th commandment.

Alone and with others.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

But I repent and all...

I resolve to mend my ways and...

Just a minute. How old are you?

Fifteen.

Holy cleansing Savior!

All right, now...

These sins with yourself...

Are you referring to indecent touching?

Lewd...

and indecent touching?

Yes, touching. Touching myself with my hand.

Very often?

Well...

Very often or not?

Wait.

You've counted them!

These were in Madrid

and these since I came here.

Our Lady of Constant Solace!

The crosses

are for when I did it...

alone...

And the round ones

mean with another person.

With very many?

No. Only one.

And these impure acts...

the round ones...

what did they consist of?

Well...

you know...

Her and me alone. Well...

Father! Father!

Father!

. Did he absolve you? . Crying, but he did.

Why did you tell him all that?

He kept asking but I didn't say it was you.

You didn't say

anything to your father?

You must be kidding!

Then if you take communion, it'll be a sacrilege.

Silly. I'm not going to take communion.

But...

your uncle will ask you.

I'll tell him I drank water

and can't do it.

So we can sleep

together again tonight.

No, you confessed!

But I could drink water, too.

You heretic!

Besides, Miss Transito might come.

You idler! Where have you been?

I had to dress myself alone!

I have to tell you something.

Tell me later, I'm in a hurry.

About hell?

I don't know if it exists or not.

. I'm an agnostic, you see? . No.

The word's self. Explanatory. Agnostic.

I can't prove there's a life after death.

But what if there is?

Well, let's hope God catches us all confessed.

What's this?

The drink of poets.

Wormwood, absinthe.

Superb!

You heard of Baudelaire?

No.

. It tastes like anise. . Or of Verlaine?

No? And Rimbaud?

Of course not. And what about the Compte de Lautr�amont?

I know a poem.

Let's hear it.

"I love mistresses lying in their nests.

Without shawls

over their breasts.

Their hair all in a tangle, such dreams..."

Espronceda. Not bad,

but in comparison with Verlaine...

"Les longs

sanglots du violon

de I'Automne."

Damn it, that's real poetry.

Just confessed and already shouting dirty words!

It's a euphemism.

None of your nonsense!

And why does that boy stick to you like butter?

I give him culture.

And get him drunk!

No, it's an aperitif.

You and your conscience.

But we'll see when Satan gets to you.

Such a cross to bear!

You'll wind up in hell I tell you!

Good for nothing!

Forget about hell. What about heaven?

Doesrt anyone go to heaven?

He's slurring!

Here's to heaven.

Listen to him.

Very nice!

Drunk as a fiddle!

I can explain.

Drink some coffee.

It was fear of hell.

Fear but no shame.

But I'm sorry.

And I waited for you like a fool.

Really?

Don't think I did it for no reason.

I wanted to talk to you about things...

We can talk now.

No, not now.

I don't believe it!

Where's Maria Jesus?

She's gone home.

Give me the key.

Some nerve! You'll stay locked up here

till your brother comes.

Miss Transito's ringing him.

The key.

Manolo, please.

. The key! . Manolo, please!

Give it to me.

Manolo...

if you behave...

I won't tell your brother anything.

Manolo! Help! I'll scream, Manolo!

Lecher! Lecher!

Scoundrel!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Rascal.

Dirty boy.

Poor thing.

My poor little boy.

Such a child...

yet such a man.

. Emilio. . What?

Take these to your wife...

Hey!

Jesus!

Manolo.

Manolo, here.

But don't tell I brought it.

Just look at you.

She's crying her eyes out

and you're stuffing your face.

Thanks.

Manolo!

. Did they hurt you? . No, And you?

My father...

My uncle, with his belt...

Look at this welt.

What can we do?

My brother's coming.

My mother said they're putting you

. in a reformatory. . I don't care.

My man!

. Poor thing. . Don't say that.

Listen, we can run away.

No, they'd catch us.

We have to do something else. Come on.

Lie down here.

Are you comfortable?

Do you love me?

Of course.

And you don't want to lose me, right?

With a baby, they'd make us get married.

Come on then.

I suspected it...

from the start.

Because your brother... pardon my crudeness...

is ruled by lust.

Really?

You can see it.

Really?

In his eyes.

They shine like the devil

when he looks at a woman.

Such a cross for your mother.

Yes, that's true.

And Miss Irene?

I'd like to at least say hello.

She's destroyed, absolutely destroyed.

She found them in bed together.

They were...?

You mean, they had actually done it?

They werert saying the rosary.

Poor Irene.

I found her in the infirmary

after I called you.

And she hasn't come out since.

. Why? . She feels responsible.

Here. Montaigne's "Essais".

You'll find all the answers there.

I can't read French.

He'll turn your brain to water.

I've brought you some ham and tomato

and some bread for the road.

Thanks.

You rascal!

Eat it all. You're nothing but skin and bones.

Sure, after all that abuse.

Slapping me on the butt and giving her...

Enough of that!

Do as I say and head to Paris first thing.

But come back to marry her.

She's a good girl.

Manolo!

Well... Goodbye.

And thanks for everything.

Goodbye.

Come on.

Give your brother a kiss.

Well...

I want to go, too.

Thank you for everything.

And tell Irene I'm sorry I couldn't see her.

And if she's in Madrid...

I want to die!

Oh God, I want to die!

I want to die!

Manolo!

. What's this? . Is she crazy?

Bring me my rifle!

Get back in the house!

I'm sorry, Father.

I'm the boy's brother. I'm very sorry.

Get him out of here before I kill him!

Manolo!

Manolo!

Manolo, I love you!

Please!

Don't go!

No! Don't go!

I love you, Manolo!

Let me go!

I really love you!

Let her go!

Manolo!

Let me go!

Get on!

Come on, shit!

I want to go with him!

I want to go with him!

. What's wrong now? . The suitcase, sir.

Go get it. Hurry.

That was something!

You know something?

She was really hot.

They took away your girl, eh?

You sly old rascal.

What does that priest have to do with that girl?

Give it here.

That was some little sweetheart!

Fancy that coming from Manolo!

Have you gone crazy?

Suicide to top it off!

Here.

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