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The Goalkeeper

SPAIN 1948: While the rebels
fight Franco from the mountains,

a man arrives in his truck
to a town in Asturias.

The story is interrupted.

The legend begins here.

- Good evening.
- I.D., please.

Forteza? Ramiro Forteza?

Yes, sir.

Nardo?

What's up, Emilio?

This is unbelievable.

Are you Forteza?
The goalie from Real Madrid?

- Yes, sir.
- The King of the Penalty.

Check this out.

Forteza, Forteza...

Forteza, Ciriaco, Quincoces, Quesada...

Quesada, Reguiro, Valle...

Eugenio, Hilario, Lazcano,
Samitier and Leoncin.

- Very good, sir.
- So what brings you here?

Give me a smoke.

Leave.

- Do the bets pay the rent?
- I get by.

Just like the rest of us.

Emilio, do you know who this is?

What would you know?

It's Forteza, the King of the Penalty.
From Real Madrid.

You should have seen him.
He was the best. Number one.

- It's no big deal.
- And he's modest. See that?

Learn from the stars, boy.

I'd stay and chat all night,
but it's not safe here.

We just had a run-in with the rebels.

Go on, get in.

Be careful out there, Forteza.

We'll meet in town for a drink tomorrow.
You can tell us your stories.

Move on.

It won't start?

Try again, we'll push it.

Forteza. Who'd have thought.

Give this to the owner
of 'The Lame Rabbit, '

and he'll give you a free dinner.

Take it.

Don't order the soup.

Take my advice. It's awful.

I was given this for you.

Have a seat.

I don't want soup.

Try it, you'll see. It's very good today.

Shall I prepare you a room?

I won't be staying. I have a tent.

I wouldn't recommend it.
Things are crazy around here.

- Where's the doctor?
- In the stables.

Aerophagia and hypochondria...

imagined pregnancy.

- What's wrong, Manuela?
- Nardo.

My mother wants to know if it's serious.

Tell her the donkey is lonely.
She needs male company.

Thank you.

He's lost too much blood.

But he drank mine.

- Now what, doctor?
- Now...

disinfectant and discretion.

Don't worry.
I know the way out.

- What are doing?
- I must leave before dawn.

Don't even think about it.
You're not leaving until I say so.

- They need me.
- They need you alive.

And so do I.

Wait until things calm down.

Then you can go back to the mountains.

- You're worse than your mother.
- And you're worse than your father.

If you need me, knock twice.

I'll check on you later.

Try to get some rest.

Tito! Tito!

Tito, you frightened me.

You'll catch pneumonia.
What were you doing?

- Moon-bathing to get white skin.
- You're so strange.

I love you the way you are.
Be happy you're different.

- Why was Daddy black?
- Because he came from far away.

- Why?
- So you could be born.

Why didn't he stay with us?

Look, Tito.

War, like the tides,
brings things and takes them away.

Put the fire out, and get some sleep.
Nardo's not coming back.

Times are too hard
to throw money away.

- Is it regulation?
- Yes.

- Did you set all this up?
- Yes.

So, you were a big-name goalie?

Yes, before the war.

Forgive me, but I don't know
much about soccer. Although I'd like to.

What are your intentions here?

Same as everywhere else. Exhibitions.

I'll make bets.
People will take their penalty shots.

If they score, they keep the money.
If I stop it, I keep it.

This evening I'll be on the beach.

I'd like to try.

Give it a shot, Father.
You won't score on me.

Wait.

Look...

If you help me clean the vestry,

I'll announce your show after mass.

All right.

Very pretty. Very soft.

- You have great hands.
- Thanks.

So? How does it look on me?

It looks great.

I'll wear it to the party at the barracks.

- What do I owe you?
- It's up to you.

Here.

Thank you.

Would you like some coffee?

Tito's waiting for me.

Did you know I speak French?
Don't tell anyone.

You see this book?

The doctor gave it to me
for when I got to Paris.

Sit down.

It's by a poet named "Llamarn."

Listen.

What do you think?

I don't understand it.

But the doctor says that even the birds
are drunk and we must flee.

I have to go.

Stay a little while.

It's just that
I'm so lonely and at times...

It's the mind, you know.

I think of things I don't want to.

Don't you?

Happens to me all of the time.

I feel suffocated.

Can I ask you a womanly question?

Sure.

They say black men...

forgive me, are larger than normal.

I thought you might know about that.

- Where are you going?
- To get Tito.

Wait, there's something
I want you to see.

They say he's not in France.

They say he's been seen.

If you saw him or knew something,
you should tell me.

I promise it'd be between us.

I'm telling you just in case.

Will you be at the dance tomorrow?

- You better be there.
- Why?

Because I want you to be.

I'll see.

Wait, wait. I have something for Tito.

I can't stand being touched.

Don't do it again.

This was the third one.
I remember it very well.

A lefty tried to fool me by shooting right,
but I stopped it with my foot.

- With which foot?
- My left foot.

The fourth one was high
and I had to block it with my fist.

- With which fist?
- With my right fist.

The fifth one came at me so hard
it almost broke my rib-cage.

The right side.

And I stretched out and stopped it.

- Hey, who are you?
- Tito.

He's black.

- I'm black and I'm missing a tooth.
- I can see that.

Well, whoever wants to try
can come to the beach later.

Three shots, six pesetas.

And a prize of ten pesetas
if you score a goal.

And how did you stop this one?

So, you want to know
how I stopped that wicked shot?

The mere thought of it
makes me quiver.

- I'd prefer not to talk about it.
- Tell us.

No, no.
All right, I'll tell you.

Ortuño shot.

God kicking the moon
to put it in orbit around the earth,

was nothing in comparison
to what that animal did to the ball.

That Ortuño was a beast.

He broke stride and shot.

I didn't even see it coming.

I only realized I'd blocked it
when I woke up in the infirmary.

That brute had broken
three of my fingers.

That's when they started calling me
"The King of the Penalty."

I went on to block three more in a row.

Up to nine!

Here you have them,
with photos and dates.

Gentlemen.

- Very well, boy. Where are you from?
- From here.

Sorry if he's bothered you.

On the contrary.

I'm very grateful.

Well, I'd better gather my things.

Hey, the number...

Your number is coming off.

I could sew it back on for you.

- I'd need it before five.
- It'll be ready.

Well, in that case...

There you go.

- Where should I pick it up?
- I'll bring it to you.

- I don't want...
- At 4:30, in the tavern.

On the beach at 5:00 will be fine.

We'll be there. Right, Tito?

- Amen.
- Be seated, please.

Before we conclude...

On the beach at 5:00,
a famous goalkeeper will be performing.

Cash prizes will be given
to anyone who scores a goal.

I hope you go and that none of you
will disappoint me.

- Are you going?
- Of course.

You should have warned me!

You're supposed to help me clean this,
I certainly can't bury him alone.

What about a gravedigger?

He was the gravedigger.

- No one will help, they say it's bad luck.
- You can count me out.

Let remind you of our pact.

To clean up the vestry,
not to bury a body.

- Where should we put him then?
- It's not my responsibility.

I've done my part, now it's your turn.

- Don't tell me your afraid.
- It's not fear.

- It's respect.
- Then do it out of respect!

In life he was a good man,
just a bit obnoxious.

Well, he's an unbearable stiff in death.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's nothing, I'm just a little stiff.

- Does it bother you when you play?
- Not when I warmed up.

Like your conscience.
It always hurts afterward.

- By the way, when did you last confess?
- You tell me.

A man who buries another
must be free of sin.

Right, then go find someone else.
I'm no use to you.

Of no use?

Back to work!

The sin of man... you've seen one,
you've seen them all.

Even God gets bored with us.

Clumsiness of the flesh, lust
for another's wife, envy and stinginess...

- Or did you kill someone?
- Not even in war!

- In war it was your duty.
- I got pleurisy in the trenches.

God, in his infinite wisdom,
gave you that to save your life.

- He almost killed me.
- Don't blaspheme.

God only kills those who deserve to die.
The rest of us die naturally.

Excuse me, Father.

Do you believe in God?

Don't get me started.
Don't get me started.

- Do you believe in your parents?
- I never met them.

Not meeting them is no reason
not to believe in them.

It's the same thing with God.

Never forget this.

Out of all the parents in the world,
God is number one.

Give it to him.

Good. Very good.

I washed it.
But it's still a little damp.

It's fine. Thanks.

Here. Hold my cap.

That's it.

Here we go.

- Forteza, I'm the first. Ready?
- Ready.

If you're ready, then let's do it.

- You're staying, right?
- We're staying, right?

Come on, Father Constantine!
You can do it!

Of course I can!

Shit!

- Is he hurt?
- No, he's fine.

- You all right, Father?
- It's nothing.

- Get back in position.
- Wanna try again?

Of course! I paid, didn't I?

Careful, Father.
You're going to break your leg!

I'll break yours! You'll see!

You let it go in.

- I swear I didn't.
- Don't swear!

- It was unstoppable!
- Swear it.

- I swear.
- Perjurer.

Get it in.
You can do it.

You're the greatest.

Jacinto, Jacinto!

Cheater! Impostor! Perjurer!

- Let's go.
- Why?

- I said let's go.
- Why?

Please.

That's enough for today.
Party's over, come on.

- Everyone go home.
- What's wrong, Sergeant?

I have all the permits.

We wouldn't want you to injure yourself.

I have plans for you, Forteza.
Big plans.

Drop by the barracks later.

- I'll tell you about it.
- What's going on?

Nothing bad in the eyes of the Church.
You may come as well.

EVERYTHING FOR MY COUNTRY

- What's going on?
- Get going.

Nardo's waiting.

- So you shoot penalty shots.
- No, ma'am. I block them.

- That's too bad.
- Someone has to.

Don't mind her.
She doesn't understand soccer.

Ma'am.

Lisardo.

This is Forteza, the great champion.

Lisardo is our mayor, the president
and coach for our local team.

- How are you?
- Fine. And you?

- What do you think of the idea?
- What idea?

Father, please serve Forteza some cider.

It's a great idea. I thought of it.

I've proposed a penalty shootout.

Two teams: the one from town,
the other from the barracks.

Thank you, Father.

You'd be the goalie, of course.

Five shots per team

and a pool of 200 pesetas
put up by both sides.

Winner takes all. What do you think?

I'm not up for a challenge.
Too many injuries.

- I only do exhibitions.
- And what an exhibition!

My friend, I saw you at the beach.

You're in great shape,
like the good old days.

No excuses.

This will strengthen ties
between the people and the military.

Another chance to serve your country,
Forteza!

Yeah, but...

For how much? This is my livelihood.

Naturally, naturally.

It's all been planned out, right?

The faction, or better said,

the team that wins will give you,
let's say, 15%.

Or even 20.

Let's say 25.

- And 50, in case of a tie.
- No, there won't be a tie.

There will be a winner and a loser.

Okay, and 10% up front.
As a deposit for equipment.

Go on, Lisardo.

Watch it, kid.

- Go ahead, count it.
- And 10% for the Church.

But the Church isn't playing.

The Church will referee.
That will guarantee impartiality.

Come. I want the doctor
to see your arm.

That Forteza is not a patriot.

Look, Lopez.

Any player for Real Madrid,
despite his pay, is a patriot.

You got that?

Almost.

- Enjoying the party?
- Very much.

- Is the dance tonight or tomorrow?
- Tomorrow.

- Are you going?
- I don't know yet.

- Well, bye.
- Bye.

This will only heal
with rest and rest alone.

Don't use it at all
and in 15 days it'll be fine.

The shootout
is the day after tomorrow.

Then he's your patient. Pray for him.

If I could work miracles,
I'd start with my ankle.

All right.
Miracles start with the individual.

What if a bald doctor
treated hair growth?

Have a little respect.
Only God performs miracles.

Tell him to do a better job.

He gives poor sight to the blind.

And he gives the paraplegic a limp.

- His miracles are incomplete.
- He's drunk. Let's go.

- Bonjour.
- I see your French is improving.

Even though my husband forbids me
foreign languages...

Bonjour, madame.
Comment-allez vous?

Bien. Et vous?

- The strap is killing me.
- Is it too tight?

- Kind of.
- Then loosen it.

Not in front of all these people.

Come by in the morning
and I'll loosen it up.

Oui. Pig.

Lopez, Mrs. Benita died.

I hope it wasn't anything too serious.

Sergeant, they caught this one spying.

- What was he spying on?
- He was watching us with these.

- Isn't he blind?
- Can't see a thing.

Then he's only a suspect.

Take him away. Make him talk.

Give him two bottles of cider.

Yes, Sergeant.
Come on, let's go.

We lost Gabino and Onofre.

They received orders from Toulouse
to withdraw from the fighting.

And they think you're dead.

- Is that all?
- Well...

they also said there's a penalty shootout
between the guards and the town

to see who can score the most
on that goalie from Real Madrid.

- What should we do?
- We will not turn back.

Tito would like you to stop by
tomorrow morning.

Don't forget to bring the ball, please.

Thank you.

Oh, Lord of toads and snakes
and all other small animals,

let the stranger who eats this soup
take me far away from here.

The forward will never
look you in the eye.

Because they're more afraid than you.

They can miss, you can't.

To score a penalty is normal.
But to block one is extraordinary.

Check this out.

If you lean to one side,

the kicker will think
you're trying to trick him.

He begins to doubt,
and he won't know which way to shoot.

So don't forget.

It's best not to think
during a penalty shot.

Let the kicker do the thinking.

- Dive right before he shoots.
- Okay.

- Got it?
- Got it.

Let's see.

Are you ready?

Here it comes.

Very good, very good.

The coffee's ready.

- What a block.
- Very good, honey.

Tito will be a great goalkeeper.

My son's very happy that you came.

He's your son?

Yes. And my mom's very happy, too.
How about you?

I am, too. Who taught you to play?

- You did.
- That's right.

I wanted you to come because
some boys are giving Tito a hard time.

- They call me 'monkey.'
- They call me the same.

I've been called so many things.

Don't listen to them.

I want to be a goalie like you.

- How long are you staying?
- Until Monday.

My chicken told me
to tell you not to leave.

Sergeant Andrade wants me
to play in Sunday's tournament.

The guards versus the town.

- Will you do it?
- Do I have a choice?

Tito wants to have a picnic
in the country.

Do you have plans later?

I'll be picnicking in the country.

- Soup again?
- This one's special.

Enjoy.

Thank you.
Would you like some?

We're the ones who will be kicking
the penalties on behalf of the town.

Join me if you like.

Did you really block nine in a row?

In different matches.

Counting the ones that missed
or hit the post.

- Oh, right.
- Of course.

We want to beat the guards.

Well, you shoot quite well.

- I barely stopped your shot yesterday.
- But you stopped it.

Naturally. You choose the wrong spot.

- But I shot both sides.
- Then try the same place again.

You'll just block it again.

Shoot low instead of high.

- Will you block it?
- Of course.

Yes, it's easier to fall than jump.

If you shoot low,
you can only miss three ways.

Either you miss, hit the post,
or get blocked.

But if you shoot high, same thing.

So what do you do?

Try the middle.

All goalies dive before the shot.

We're not stupid.

We'll decide what to do.

Sure, but it'll be easy for me to guess.

You'll end up doing
what I'd do in your place.

Well, we're leaving now.

Oviedo wants to sign me up.

That's more responsibility.
You better not miss.

Let's get out of here.

Did you like it?

- You didn't notice anything?
- No.

Something...
like maybe a little heat.

Maybe.

Finish it, you'll see.

It's a beautiful afternoon. Here.

Come on, get in.

So, which way do I go?

Looks like we're all going on a field trip.

We've been looking for you.
This is Orozco.

He plays tomorrow with Corporal Lopez.

Sergeant Andrade says
to give us the ball.

- May I ask why?
- I guess he wants to examine it.

Examine it yourselves. It's regulation.

Tell Sergeant Andrade I have no problem
using any ball he wants.

We don't have any official balls.

Give me the ball, Tito.

Take it.

- But this is ridiculous.
- You think?

The secret isn't in the ball.
It's in the man.

- Soccer is guts, reflexes, aim...
- We have plenty of that.

The Civil Guard never fails.
They're precision shooters.

Then good luck and see you tomorrow.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but we had to get him
out of the house.

He asked me not to say anything
even though we trust you.

Who is he?

Nardo's my brother.

Here we go.

Here it comes, low and to the right.

Good, that's it. Throw it back here.

Got it. Good job.

Now it's coming high.
Clear it with your fist.

Ready? Here we go.

Come on, jump.

All right, Tito. That's enough for now.

Go for a walk but don't go far.

Stay warmed up, that's it.

He'd play all day.

It's normal.

Thank you for helping my brother.

I didn't do it for him.

I know what you're thinking.

You're the first person
not to ask me about Tito's father.

I appreciate that.

But I'm sure you're curious.

Aren't you?

I like you both.

I don't need to know more.

You're lying.

You don't have to tell me anything.

I have my own things
I prefer not to talk about.

- Are you married?
- I was.

How about you?

I thought you didn't care.

Well, I do.

Who would want to marry a woman
with a black child?

Some think I'm worse than a whore.

I don't think that.

What do you know?

They say I slept with a black man
and liked it.

And why not?

I'd do it 1,000 times over
if it meant having Tito.

But it wasn't one.

It was many and they were drunk.

Don't touch me.

I don't know.

Ever since that day...

it's as if all men repulse me.

Do I?

No.

As long as you don't touch me.

I...

I don't want Tito to ever know the truth.

- And I don't know why I told you.
- Because you trust me.

Tito.

Tito?

Tito!

This is horrible.
I can't stay here any longer.

Go to the doctor's before sunset.

Get the papers he forged
so Tito and I can go to France.

How will you do it alone?

Like I always have.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Tonight I have to go to the dance
so they won't suspect anything.

If you go to the dance, I'll go too.

No. They mustn't see us together again.

Do it for me, please.

Take the doctor an apple
with a bite in it so he'll know I sent you.

Just a minute!

- Who is it?
- Forteza.

I'm coming.

Forteza, my friend. Come in.

I suppose it's about your arm.

This apple's not ripe.

Take your coat off and sit down.

- Doctor, I came about the...
- Sit down, sit down.

Where did you get that thing?

I saved its life in the Amazon.

It dove in the water
thinking it was a duck.

I regret saving it. This arm, right?

I really regret it.

I have a snake, too. Faithful and silent.

He can keep a secret.

Tell Manuela tomorrow,
after the penalties.

Tendonitis takes time.

I might go with her.

Hurting your arm isn't the same
as losing your head.

I have my papers and a truck.

You won't get very far with company.

I know a therapist in Santander
that can cure your pain.

And he has a boat.

A nice river boat that can handle
the Seine, up river, towards Paris.

Relax, relax.

The city of art and liberty,
where your tendonitis won't keep you

from rubbing elbows
with Picasso and Apollinaire

and other celebrities
that I met in my day...

Relax, relax.

...and who owe me
disgraceful favors for...

Have you met?

Forteza, the great goalkeeper.

Mrs. Andrade is my patient.

Yes, we've already met.

Nice day, isn't it?

Come on, Hilda.
Come out.

Don't tell my husband I was here.

He hates foreign languages,

especially French.

You didn't see me, either.

He's so jealous!
He only dances the tango.

My hat.

- You decided to come.
- Only for a while.

Me too.

Lopez!

Orozco.

Take him back to the barracks.
It's late for you guys.

Forteza.

Tomorrow's participants
have to go to bed early.

But you can do as you wish.

- In that case, good night.
- Good night.

Are you two involved?

What do you think?
I had to dance with him.

He thinks I'm easy
because I slept with a black man.

Everyone thinks that.

Do you?

- Did the doctor give you the papers?
- He massaged me and ate the apple.

I'm in no mood for jokes.

He'll have them tomorrow
after the shootout.

I've been thinking
I'd love to go with you.

Who are you looking for?

Andrade ordered me to follow you.

Well, I'm not here. Neither is she.

So, go back and tell him that.

You can trust a man who smokes.

So if you help us out,
it'll be better for everyone.

What did you talk about?
You look like best friends.

They want me to let them win.

- I'd hate you if you did it.
- I won't.

They'll be furious if they lose.

And I'm afraid for you.

I'll leave with Tito
when I have the papers.

But first I want to watch the town win.

Without cheating.

I'm sure you'll be fine.

They're smugglers.
They take cows to Santander.

The guards are in on it.
They never come around here.

This is my father's grave.
They shot him right here after the war.

- Do you have matches?
- No.

Our baggage.

I've had it ready for days.

That way we can leave
quickly and quietly.

How will you get to France?

With the cows, to Santander, on foot.

Then by boat.

I'll take you.

- Why?
- Because I have a truck.

Are you only doing it for Tito?

And for you.

For me?

Why?

I don't know.

I don't believe you.

I know.

We'll leave tomorrow after the match.

No matter who wins.

No cheating.

Now kiss me.

Cigarettes, rolling papers,

elegant combs, scented soap, cologne

and multipurpose pocket knives...

Come on, Tito.

Emilio, count the money.
Make sure it's all there.

It's all there, sir.

Perfect.

Lopez, no guns!

They could go off.

Orozco, for God's sake, take that off.

The pride of the Corps is in your hands.

You mean in his feet, right?

At your service, Sergeant.

Ursula, please.

Some candy, Tito?

He doesn't like it.

Okay. Each team gets five shots.

If there's a tie, we continue.
First team to score, wins. Agreed?

Jacinto, why are you barefoot?
Put on some shoes.

- My boots are too small.
- Fine.

If you get hurt,
your teammate will continue alone.

What if Forteza gets hurt?

If it's serious, God forbid,
the match will be postponed.

The result will stand no matter what.
Anything else?

- Heads or tails?
- Heads.

- Then tails.
- Of course.

Damn it.

Re-toss!

We're off to a good start.

Heads.

Forteza, take your position.
May the best team win.

- What are you waiting for?
- Where's the ball?

- Didn't you have it?
- He took it.

What for?

- To paint it.
- To paint it?

Who would think of such nonsense?

Sergeant Andrade.

Bugler, proceed.

- Look, not the flag again!
- Figures.

Serg... No.

Serg... Sergeant...

- My Sergeant...
- What is it?

It's wet.

It looks like blood.

- Lopez is so handsome.
- Not handsome, warlike.

- That Forteza's a fortress.
- Let's shoot him.

Relax, relax.

Ursula, behave yourself.

- Come on, Jacinto.
- Low, strong, and right.

- Shut up, he can hear.
- Shoot it like you know you can!

Come on! Break your foot!

He broke his foot.

- It's broken.
- One less.

Easy. Don't move.

Who would play barefoot?

Come on, Orozco.
Let's kill them.

- He's strong!
- Yeah, but doesn't score.

It's Pepsin's turn. He'll score.

Come on, Pepin, let's go.

- This one is no good.
- It's up to you, Pepin.

Come on, Jacinto!

- What's going on?
- Pepsin's going to shoot.

I wouldn't miss it!

Let's go, Pepin.

There's your Pepin.

Bravo, Forteza!

We'll stop whenever you want. Okay?

Get ready, ball stopper.

We've got them now.

- This one's for you, Sergeant.
- For the Corps, Lopez.

What a body.

Lopez!

He got lucky.

Then you get lucky and score.

- Go, Pepin!
- Do it for your mother!

Orozco.

- Between you and me, how is Forteza?
- Much better.

You heard him, Orozco.
Do it.

Why don't you give him medicine, too?

He's on duty, for God's sake!
Lisardo, give me that.

- How do you get this off?
- It's boat-paint, Sergeant.

It looks like pig's blood!

You're 20 years younger.
Shoot for his nuts.

- What if I shoot softly but well placed?
- I'll kill you.

Sergeant Andrade wants you.

- What is this interruption?
- Orders.

Tell him on the field
the referee is in charge.

- His arm?
- His hip.

- Can he continue?
- I don't know.

It's fine to make the people happy,
but the Guard must not be defeated.

It would be nice if your player missed.

Shoot soft.
And if you score I'll castrate you.

Come on! Let's go.

We've ruined this kid's career.

Don't complain, Lisardo.
Don't complain.

Tell Manuela I have the papers.

Do it for your mother, Pepin!

Lopez, fall back.

How dare you come here!

I have a right to play.
I'm from this town.

- That's true.
- Yes, but no.

We've come to win.

Block it.

Take it easy, Nardo.

- If you leave, no one will shoot.
- I'll shoot for the town.

- If you shoot, we'll shoot you back.
- Arrest them. It'll be a massacre.

Sergeant, he might as well shoot.

Go ahead, let him shoot.

- But my goal was good!
- I'll make that call.

And what's your call, Father?

It's good.

How exciting! I love soccer.

- What's happening now?
- Nardo's going to shoot.

I don't see any shootout.

Company!

Come on, Nardo!

- Get back!
- Settle down. Stand back.

Move back.

- He let him score!
- I don't agree.

Due to the goalie's injury,
the result is a tie.

No way! There has to be a winner!

- Victory or death!
- Unity and struggle!

- He can't go on.
- He must. If not, they'll fight.

- Don't you see he can't go on?
- Manuela, go away.

- He can't go on.
- Please.

Nardo, shut them up.

Go ahead, Lopez.

Bravo!

- Bravo! Bravo!
- Ursula.

It's Nardo's turn.

And whatever happens,
everyone will remain calm.

And I mean everyone. All right?

- In that case, go ahead.
- Let him shoot. But I'll shoot last.

Naturally.

Come on, Nardo.

Long live Spain!

It's over! It's a tie.

- No ties. It's my turn.
- What about me?

I'll shoot.

Out of the way, you drunk!

Move it, little darkie!

- I'm standing with them.
- Ursula!

Troublemaker!

Move! Don't make me shoot!

They're running away!

Follow me! After them!

Stop! It's a trap!

Where is he going? They'll kill him!

Come back, Quiros! Come back!

Here comes the Guard!

Get them!

They're getting away!

Forteza, here's your cut.

Thank you, Father.

Are you all right?

- Better than ever.
- Me, too.

Besides, we're rich!

Go on, Tito. Open it.

Two pesetas!

- Two pesetas?
- Two pesetas.

Damn priest!