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Lisbon, the 60's.

For Ingrid.

- Will you blow her the notes? - Better than cutting lemons at half-time.

(Soap opera playing on the radio)

Down with the dictatorship! Long live freedom!

Have you lost your mind?

No, Mom. I lost my ball.

To those who tell us to leave our colonies, as did the English or the French,

we respond, after 5 centuries of glorious history...

- No, gentlemen! Portugal... - Shut up, ass-kisser!

- Funny, you don't mention the plane. - What plane?

It went just over the house.

- Did you take a picture? - Is this toilet paper, by chance?

Be quiet. Your mother needs to rest.

- Pedro, you promised. None of that here! - But it's not mine Matilda.

- Where did you find it? - I told you. The plane dropped millions.

Seriously, where did you find it?

If you don't believe me, ask Ana. She saw it, too.

- I don't care about her. - You don't care? You hypocrite!

I've seen you kissing her on the lips, and caressing her boobs.

- You spy on me? - No, but you're careless.

- Even Ana's dad saw you. - He can go to hell, that fascist.

- Seriously, what was the plane like? - It had wings. It was flying.

- Stop joking. Was it a military plane? - Go ask Ana.

- Don't you hear? She's calling you. - What do you care? Don't rat on me, eh!

- What do you take me for? - For the best bench warmer on earth.

Very funny. The coach said I can make an international career.

- He wanted to talk to Mom about it. - We'll talk about it some other time.

I know why you're in a hurry. Her butt is almost as beautiful as a soccer ball.

Don't come home too late, Pedro.

Turn that down. You're mother's trying to sleep.

What a miserable life!

Don't be mad at me, Mom.

I had to retrieve my ball, you know.

So I can train, because one day...

I'll be as good as Pele.

And then, I'll earn a lot of money... you'll see.

I'll take you to America to get you treated.

We'll go by plane, the two of us.

And I'll buy a cowboy hat...

And one for you.

And perhaps... one for Pedro.

We'll have a big swimming pool.

Huge.

With a house like in the movies, with trees.

And we'll be close to the stadium.

So I can go train whenever I want.

Ah, Mom... What a life we'll have.

- Don't waste my flashlight batteries. - Scrooge!

Buy your own instead of buying that jerk's pictures.

You're the jerk! He's the greatest player in the world.

Shut up. You'll wake up the neighbors.

Where were you?

Do I ask you any questions?

- Be quiet, and sleep. - I can't.

Count the shots you missed today.

- What do you have against soccer? - It dumbs down people.

I really don't understand your bullshit.

The third dynasty of Portugal is made up of... João VI...

the Merciful, Pedro IV... the Liberator,

Maria II the Educator...

- Who put dead matches back in the box? - It was Pedro.

- Filthy snitch! - What?

You heard well, squealer.

- Horrible coffee, as usual. - He's crazy. What's he talking about?

- Stop bugging your brother. - I didn't do anything.

But hurry up! You'll be late for school.

Why is it always me?

João IV... the Restorer.

But that boy hasn't eaten anything.

- It's my fault, Matilda. - Well no, what an idea.

I can't even take care of my children.

Come on Maria, that's enough. You were perfect this morning.

Don't get emotional.

It's the dead matches... in the box.

It's nothing, it was Pedro. It's nothing important.

- This reminds me... - Maria, you promised...

He also put dead matches back in the box.

Stop whining!

Here.

We'll have some coffee.

I'll check if we have mail.

You're crazy to have followed them in broad daylight.

You want us to get caught, or what?

- I'm going home with you. - Why? Are you scared on your own?

Let's go.

You'll get Angola in the ass. Bloody fascist!

Why do you say that? Isn't Angola ours?

You think it's yours? You don't even know where it is.

Angola is on the west coast of Africa, south of Congo and north of South Africa.

It is bathed by the Atlantic Ocean.

You know a lot!

I thought you only cared about soccer.

Thank God for soccer. Mom's always sick.

Matilda listens to silly soap operas. And you never talk to me.

- That's not true. - Yes, it is.

Or you say that I understand nothing. Soccer is my future.

- Hello, miss. - And that's not all...

- What have they done to you? - I don't like money.

But you like the same kind of girl.

He shows off because of the girl.

What do you care?

Anyway, he's not getting any.

Hey, kiddo, are the cops chasing you?

What are you looking at, kiddo?

Nothing, uncle Jean. I'm waiting for Pedro.

Pedro, Pedro, hurry up! Uncle Jean is here.

Pedro...

You recognize this?

You shouldn't have that stuff. It's dangerous.

Don't make fun of me, Pedro.

Do you know who gave me this filth?

No idea.

Your principal himself. And why did he do it?

No idea!

Because he's an old friend, that's why.

Otherwise he would've sent it to the police, with your name.

- Jesus! - You want to end up in prison?

You want to kill your mother of grief?

I don't want to kill anyone. Cut the crap.

I don't want to be an assassin. That's why I fight.

- What do you think we do in Angola? - Oh yes, of course... Angola.

Listen Pedro. You know I don't totally agree with the regime.

I have my opinions. But I keep them to myself.

Political discord is one thing, defending the country is another.

Angola is not my country. I'll never be part of that war.

You're not old enough yet.

Jean, he's not old enough to be enlisted, right?

I'll soon be of age, Mom... I won't go.

You will say: "Sorry, gentlemen, I'm taken". That's all.

I won't say anything! I will just desert.

My god. They'll put you in jail.

Come on, just relax. We're not quite there yet.

Do you see what you're doing to your mother?

But you don't care about others, huh?

Neither your mother nor me.

Do you think a communist in the family will help my business?

That's the thanks for all I do for you.

- Nobody is forcing you! - Pedro! Wait, Jean.

Pedro, you're unfair and ungrateful.

You know perfectly well that after...

the disappearance of your father,

your uncle has been our salvation. Yes, Jean, our salvation.

Without him, all alone...

what would have become of us?

Strange hour to play the flute.

- It's not a flute, it's a clarinet. - Why are you here? Go to your room.

Go!

- Promise that you'll stop this nonsense. - I won't be intimidated.

- You will obey... or else... - Turn me over to the cops?

What are you up to? Are you afraid the wall will collapse?

Come help me shell the peas.

Pedro, I don't have time to waste on a little imbecile like you.

Neither do I. Good-bye!

(Soap opera broadcast on the radio)

Stupid soap opera!

Put it back immediately.

You'll make me miss the best part.

They talked about Eusebio. He probably won't play on Sunday. He hurt his knee.

Go away. Go!

I have no rights in this house.

First uncle Jean gets mad at me,

then I had to shell peas for two hours,

and I cannot hear the soccer results.

You have the right to be quiet. Let me listen!

(Soap opera on the radio)

I think I told you to go to your room. Am I mistaken?

- I asked him to help me, sir. - Okay then.

He doesn't need you, to disobey.

He can do it very well on his own.

And look at me when I'm talking to you.

Did Matilda also ask you to walk on the roof?

You had promised not to do it again.

But you don't keep your promises.

Okay, I keep my promises. No more soccer. It's over.

You'll be able to train when you stop worrying your poor mother.

And you will stop telling crazy stories about your father,

or else I'll confiscate your ball the next time.

Do you like Brahms?

A clarinet player shouldn't smoke.

- But she can play at the school's concert. - You were chosen?

Yes, sir, I will play Brahms until everyone becomes deaf.

You'll come listen to me, huh?

You have to come.

Careful.

Of course, I will come. Only an atomic bomb could stop me.

I have stuff to do with my brother. Shall we meet at the café in half an hour?

Only an atomic bomb could stop me.

The friends of our young soldiers came to the embarkment of troops that

will take them to Angola amid an atmosphere of patriotic fervor...

The emotion and the tears that we saw in the eyes were due to the sadness...

Please...

- A coffee for me, and juice for you? - No, a glass of milk.

- Milk? - Yes, a soccer training regimen.

A glass of milk then.

- One espresso, and one glass of milk. - Cold!

Cold.

- Want one? - No, thanks.

I stopped smoking since I started my soccer training.

You don't do things halfway.

One coffee, and a glass of milk, cold.

Why won't you go to war? Are you scared?

You understand nothing.

At least, I'm not scared when I have to get on the field.

I go, and I don't run away.

What if they asked you to play against your team?

What would you do?

I would never accept that.

There you are. It's the same with me.

I refuse to play against my team in this war.

Isn't Portugal your team?

The oppressed of the world are my team. The Portuguese too, of course.

But not those that oppress others. Do you understand?

Uncle Jean is right. You're really a communist.

Shut up. Are you dumb or what?

- Go take a piss. - What?

- Go take a piss. I say. - You're crazy. I don't feel like it.

It's very important. Go pee. I'll join you in the bathroom.

- You have to do me a favor, okay? - That depends.

It's not that hard.

Take this to a friend.

It's not far. You take the streetcar.

Here is the address.

- Go to the 1st floor and ask for Socrates. - Why don't you take it yourself?

Because Ana is waiting for me, and there's a guy outside watching me.

- Don't worry. He's not watching you. - I'm not scared of anything.

- Will you do it or not? - What do I get?

- My flashlight, okay? - Okay.

Hurry up, what are you doing?

As you can see I'm peeing. Now I feel like it.

- Get moving. - Okay, boss.

What do you want, kiddo? Hey, wait!

Holy Virgin! Where were you? What's wrong?

I had an accident.

I'm okay. Leave me alone. Nobody died.

- What are you saying? - He's lying as usual.

- Hello Madam, is Pedro home? - No, he's not back yet.

Tell him to get in touch with Paulo, it's urgent. Bye.

Holy Virgin, even if Pedro says you don't exist,

don't let Eusebio's injury be serious,

so he is able to play on Sunday.

(Singing "Happy Birthday")

- Happy birthday. - Thanks.

So...

Les...

Misérables...

by...

Victor...

Hugo?

- Who is he? - A famous French writer.

It's big... I'll never be able to read everything.

It will be a change from soccer.

Happy birthday, my dear.

Wow, it's great! Binoculars!

I will be able to see the airplanes closer. Thank you, Mom!

Pedro, it's for you.

Your son is always misbehaving.

- Don't get angry, Jean. - What's wrong with those boys?

They found the hideout. We're screwed!

Totally! They followed you, for sure.

- Do you take me for a rookie? - Don't get mad.

If I were you, I would not wait till morning. Sooner or later...

they will come here.

Come eat your birthday cake.

- What are you doing? Come sit down. - Yes, uncle Jean.

Wake up.

Wake up, I said.

No!

It's important, I need you.

No, once is enough.

- Besides, I'm very tired. - Okay.

Do you want me to go to jail?

Come on, please!

Okay, what do you want me to do?

I have to leave.

- Is it because of the parcel? - Yes, partly.

- I did what you told me. - Don't worry, it's not your fault.

It's no longer important.

Come. Come see.

Be careful!

- It's the guy from yesterday! - Him and a friend of his.

I have to escape over the roof.

- But that's very dangerous. - There is no other way.

Listen...

wait for my signal, okay?

I'll whistle like this...

at that moment you turn on the light.

They will be distracted by the light, and I'll escape.

No, that won't work.

You have to use the attic window that goes directly to the roof.

- Come. I will show you. Okay? - Yes.

That's it. It's that way.

Where are you going?

- To France. To Paris. - Is it far?

I cannot stay in Portugal...

they will catch me sooner or later.

Promise me one thing...

That depends... with you, I have to be careful.

Take it easy with Mom.

And you? The responsibility is always mine.

Anyway, we cannot do anything.

It's not my fault if she has a crisis twice a week.

Pedro, Pedro!

Here.

Thanks, little brother.

Police.

You have no right.

Don't make a scene, Madam. Let us in.

Where's the other?

Nobody else is in the house, except the old maid.

Well?

Where did he go?

I don't know. He isn't here.

And you too. You don't know anything?

You are upset?

Did anything happen to Pedro?

Where were you?

I don't know.

I think that...

I fell asleep.

Asleep? What are you saying?

Don't you think we had enough with your stupid bother?

Sit down.

- You want a sip? - No, thanks. Not with my training.

It's alright, Kiddo.

It's not important.

- I also liked to play soccer. - You?

I was a goalkeeper.

You're finally there, Kiddo.

Where have you been?

He already explained. I'm looking after it.

Leave us.

Listen, Kiddo...

After all the mess with Pedro,

your mother had to go to the hospital.

Yes, I know it's not the first time, but this time... she'll stay longer.

And you have to go to the country to Dolores.

You can't stay here by yourself.

You remember Dolores?

But why can't I stay here with Matilda?

Matilda is too old and her mind is failing. I'll send her to her niece.

- But I am not a soccer ball. - Come on, don't make a fuss.

Okay. Now you should go to bed.

Go.

- Matilda. - Yes?

Is it true that this time Mom will stay longer in hospital?

No, Kiddo, you know she never stays long.

But uncle Jean said that this time she will.

Has he become a doctor now?

You're very sleepy. Let's go to bed. Come on.

We have to go now. Say good-bye.

Hurry up, boy. From now on, you'll have to become a man.

Tickets, please.

Ticket, please.

Excuse me, sir? Is it still far?

- The third station, after the next one. - The third one?

Could you let me know. I wouldn't want to miss it.

No problem. Do you travel alone? Where are your parents?

They're in Africa... in Macocolo.

My father has a herd of elephants,

and my mother plays the piano

in a music concert.

They sent me to the country because of the war.

Don forget to let me know.

No problem, see you later. In exactly 77 minutes.

Bye. Thank you.

See you later.

Yeah right. I bet there isn't a single soccer team in that place

so I can train... Shit... Shit...

They ruined my career, I have to live with yokels, and nobody gives a damn.

"The country air will be good for you."

Yeah right...

I bet I will die...

I know... I bet I'll get cancer.

That will teach them... when I'm dead, all blue, with a sheet over my face.

Come on, Kiddo, hurry!

Hand me your suitcase.

Your ball.

You still look like your mother.

I don't look like anyone.

We always look like our parents.

And you, you look like your mother.

Now let's go.

This is the main entrance.

In the future, you'll use the back, through the kitchen. Like all of us.

No, that room is out of bounds.

Come. I'll show you your room.

That's the maid. Her name is Ines.

Open your suitcase and put your stuff away.

Ah! Wash your hands.

Dinner is served at 7:30 pm. Exactly.

Do you have a watch?

Excellent. I can't stand tardiness.

Remove that ball from there. It's dirty.

Your mother has not taught you anything.

See you later.

(Weather report broadcast on the radio)

Ben!

Ben! Lower that radio. We can't hear each other.

Can I play outside?

Out of the question. It's bad for the digestion.

- Perhaps, but in Lisbon... - We're not in Lisbon here.

Anyway, it will soon be time to lock up the house and go to bed.

Already!?

Here we go to bed and get up with the sun.

Why do you think God gave us the sun? You'll get used to it.

Ines!

- Serve me a wine. - Ines, no wine for the captain.

Put that paper down. Children don't read the paper.

You don't look like being on holidays.

I'll see to it tomorrow.

Someone here smells like shit...

- Excuse me? - Quiet sailors! The news!

(News broadcast about Angola)

It's time to go to bed. Say good night... and sleep.

Good night.

Rest.

- Good night. - Good night.

It's exactly 3 pm in Singapore... fire at sea.

- You're drunk again. - My little mermaid...

That's enough! You should be ashamed.

- Give me back the key. - Here it is, lieutenant.

What are you doing here?

I have to pee.

What's with this outfit?

Is that your pajama?

- Yes, it's my pajama. - Are you kidding me?

Well, no... it's...

it's my Benfica outfit. It helps me to fall asleep. My mother lets me.

But I don't! It makes the sheets dirty.

And in my house nobody sleeps dressed like a clown.

Go ahead and pee.

- I don't feel like it. - You'd better smarten up!

If not, I'll confiscate your Benfica outfit.

Hurry up.

Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!

She could at least write to me.

I don't even know if she's still in the hospital.

And Pedro? Who knows?

Maybe he's already in jail.

Everyone abandons me. Bastards!

Come, kiddo. You got your initiation as a country boy.

- A real shit initiation. - Don't worry. It's good clean shit.

It won't hurt. Stand still!

Give me back my ball, you jerk!

Who says it's yours? It doesn't say anywhere.

Thief! Give it back!

Bloody jerk!

Piece of shit!

Filthy yokel.

- Miguel! - Jerk!

Come here...

Stop!

Come here.

- Give back his ball. - Give it back!

Give him back his ball.

Come...

You too.

You come too.

- I did not start it! - That's enough!

Now stop! It's enough!

You've never seen this.

What was all that row in the yard?

What have you done this time?

Nothing... He fell on the dung heap.

He should pay attention.

I don't want this boy to think he is on holidays.

Take him with you to the field, so he learns something while he is here.

Before you leave, go see the captain. He doesn't want to get up.

He says he is on quarantine.

At your service.

Don't make sudden moves. They won't sting.

You should wear trousers and boots. There are snakes here.

- Are they dangerous? - Oh yes, some are.

But... it depends on the area.

In India there are huge ones that are harmless.

- It's the small ones that are dangerous. - Have you been to India?

Yes, with the captain. He was a great navigator.

- You were in Africa? - Of course.

I've been in Mozambique, Guinea, Cape Verde, Angola.

Have you been in a war?

No, not yet.

Did you go to Paris?

Boats don't go to Paris. It has no sea.

I've been in Havre, Marseille, Toulon, all that.

- Where is that? - In France, like Paris.

Is it nice?

Not nicer than here.

It's free.

Your mother had a small relapse.

Nothing serious, don't worry.

I've heard that Dolores is not very pleased with you.

Bloody tattletale! None of your business!

You have to make an effort, my boy. I have plenty of worries as it is.

Hugs, your uncle Jean.

P.S. Our French friend is doing well and sends you a hug.

Pedro.

Goal!

Where were you?

I don't know. I lost my ball.

What do you mean you don't know? Tell me immediately where you've been.

- But I don't know. - Enough of this nonsense.

You were gone for 2 hours and I want to know why?

I was with my father, that's it!

Your father... What are you saying? You're crazy!

Yes, that's right, with my father.

- He's also a communist, like Pedro. - Shut up!

It's true. I don't know where I've been, I don't know.

I only know that I will go back to Lisbon, to my house.

Go up to your room, we'll talk about it tomorrow.

I'm not going up, in the dark, all alone, with nothing!

I only know that I will go back home to see my mother.

Go up to your room right now or I'll drag you by the ear.

This is such a nice place...

It was a frog.

(Football match broadcast on the radio)

I'll pay them like the other owners. Not a penny more!

I told you not to talk about it, especially on the Lord's Day.

Even on the Lord's Day they have to feed their children. They can't go on.

You have nothing to win by trying their patience.

You have nothing to win by meddling in this.

It is none of your business.

It's everybody's business.

Well done, young man. It is by listening in that you prevent a mutiny.

I wasn't listening.

Where do you want to go today? Don't say anything. I know.

You want permission to go on shore.

Granted. You deserve it.

But first...

Turn on that radio. Find a Fado song.

- Yes, captain. - Watch it, sailor.

Admiral...

Admiral.

Don't forget that I have navigated all the seas of the empire.

Come on, music!

Louder.

Turn down that music. I can't hear a thing.

You come. Hurry up.

There's no letter for me this morning?

There is no mail on Sundays. And you mother has other things to do.

Maybe, but she could write to me.

If she can't write, she could send a telegram.

No news is good news.

Hurry up.

Why are you lagging behind? Get moving.

Do you want to make the priest wait?

Bloody hell... why did they bring me here?

Holy Mary, let me find my ball.

Let Mom leave the hospital, and let Benfica win the Cup.

Pray to the Virgin.

Stop imitating me. Dirty peasant.

Who, me? You are the copycat... Filthy Lisbon.

Liar.

When we get back home, I'll teach you!

Why was I sent here? To this old witch?

I'm going home. I want to see Mom.

Can't you watch out?

You're really useless!

You're useless! It's because of you that we have to clean the floor.

It's you who started.

Now she won't be able to let me find my ball.

Ball? Who is "she"?

Nothing. It's none of your business.

Your ball is an old piece of hide. I bet you found it in the garbage.

That's not true!

- It was the ball from the Euro Cup finals. - I don't believe you.

You're a peasant!

Who do you think you are? You don't have a father. Your mother is crazy.

- It's not true, you swine. - Yes it is. Dolores told my mother.

- You're a bastard. - Yes.

Miguel, get out... And you go to your room.

No supper tonight, for neither of you.

Don't be scared, sailor, it's me.

Punishment is over. Let's go to the cargo hold, and eat something.

- But Dolores said... - Don't argue. I'm the master on board!

Come on, get up.

Let's march.

This is food paradise.

I thought it was the torture chamber.

It's Dolores' store.

She hides everything here.

She is so afraid of the war, you know... Rationing.

Old wives' ideas.

No women on board. It's the first commandment. Never forget!

You know what I mean.

For a woman you can become a clandestine passenger in your own ship.

Rowing boat, never!

Port Special Reserve, 1927.

- Is that okay? - Whatever...

- You rather have a 1925? - I don't know.

Okay, let's open the 1926.

If it has a skirt, the devil on board! That's a woman.

Remember that.

Sorry, no glass. Bottoms up!

You don't resemble your mother, sailor.

Maybe...

the eyes...

a bit.

Maria was pretty.

You know her?

A real little Javanese princess.

Delicate...

Delicate...

Huge eyes and very small feet.

Very important... women's feet.

She played the harp. Wait! You have to listen to this.

Listen.

Listen.

The mysterious Orient.

Listen.

Tomas! Tomas!

Go up to your room at once.

- Why did they take him? - It is not children's business.

Yeah? And why did they take Tomas?

Because he meddled in other people's business... like you.

Come, go to your room.

- It's because he's a communist, huh? - I don't want to hear that word here.

When I grow up, I will be a communist!

- Shut up, wretched boy! You'll go to hell. - I don't care. I don't believe in hell.

Don't blaspheme in my house. Go ask God for forgiveness at once.

Come on, right now.

Kneel down! Kneel down!

Our Father, who art in heaven... Repeat after me!

Our Father, who art in heaven... Repeat!

Hallowed be thy name... thy kingdom come...

Repeat!

Don't you dare go anywhere. We'll settle this later.

This old witch is loaded!

And who is this?

To Dolores... my burning fire, for all eternity.

Macau, 1939-12-25.

Here's your lunch.

- Any letter for me this morning? - No.

Can I go out?

You will stay in this room until you apologize to Madam.

I don't care. She can go to hell, that old hag.

We'll see how long you will hold on bread and water.

I don't care. I won't apologize, ever!

Then you'll stay locked up here.

Maybe my mom will come to set me free, when she leaves the hospital.

Thank you, Holy Virgin.

Well... Goodbye, old spinster!

Come tomorrow at the same time. The lady will be away.

- Are you sure? - I'm telling you!

Heading for the open sea, sailor?

Don't worry. I'm no snitch. I haven't seen you.

Get moving, because ships...

don't wait.

Okay...

Dismissed!

Goodbye, my Captain... I mean... my Admiral.

Hey, wait.

Wait!

I wanted to tell you...

that what I said about your father and your mother is not true.

- Dolores didn't tell my mother anything. - Okay, so what?

I thought, if you want my slingshot...

Here, catch.

- Okay... Bye. - Bye

Miguel, if you find my ball, you can keep it, huh?

Okay.

Bye.

The game of the century! The game of the century! Benfica-Porto!

The game of the century! The game of the century!

Benfica is in the final, for fuck's sake!

Hey, dude! Are you gonna pay? I'm not a library.

- Sorry, dude. Benfica will win the cup. - Where have you been?

- I'm back from Macau. - That's what I thought.

- Hey, dude, can I still get tickets? - Yes... on the black market.

Porto down in the dumps against Benfica. The game of the century!

I gave you my best seats, just by the edge of the field.

You'll be able to French kiss Eusebio each time he scores.

I hope you don't cheat us this time.

Please, sir. Are you the black market?

- What are you talking about? - You were selling tickets for the game.

- Why, you want to buy one? - Two, one for me and one for my mother.

For your mother? That's nice. But it'll cost you a fortune.

I have money.

Here.

Okay, fine.

I'll give you a special price.

- Ah, thanks! - You're welcome.

Mom, mom!

Mom!

Mom, mom!

Mom, mom!

Mom?

I'm back, mom. Can you hear me? I'm here.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

So... Paris, June 28.

It's Pedro.

Dear Mom,

I just want to say that everything is fine.

I'm really happy.

Here's a photo for evidence.

Her name is Nadine.

Nadine. That's not a name for a person!

I think I can go to university in September.

Send me some money if you can.

300 F would be...

more than enough.

I hope you're better.

A big hug for you and for Kiddo, Pedro.

Kiddo, Kiddo!

That's a really stupid nickname.

I've got a name, and it's not Nadine.

And I am not so little, shit!

I bet I have grown up at that Dolores bitch.

- But... what are you doing here? - The door was open.

I thought Pedro was back.

You look funny like that.

Leave it. You look good. I'll fix it for you.

There.

This way your hair won't stick out.

I thought you were in the countryside. Your holidays are over?

Holidays?! She made me work all the time, that bitch.

Good thing there were horses.

- You did horseback riding? - Yes, of course... I even did sailing.

Sailing in the countryside?

Of course, but you could not have come...

No women on board! Captain's orders!

Is that a letter from Pedro?

No, it's nothing. My father sent me a card from Macau.

"For all eternity", he sent me.

- Your mother is not here? - Uh... no.

- Is she still in hospital? - Uh... no.

So where is she then?

I think she went to the countryside to get my clothes.

- And my ball. - When will she be back?

I don't know. I think she'll be back tonight or tomorrow.

So you're all alone!

Well, yes.

What? You think I'm not old enough to be on my own?

Of course you are... By the way, have you eaten?

I think I forgot.

I'll get you something to eat. And when my parents are sleeping, I'll be back, okay?

Okay.

You'll be back, huh?

Promise, I swear.

I'm taking the key so I won't have to ring.

Are you still in love with Pedro?

I got you some food.

I'm not hungry.

- Don't go away. - But I'm not leaving.

Stay here. Huh? Don't leave me alone.

I won't leave you alone, I promise.

Come, go back to sleep.

Can you show me your feet?

No way. Are you crazy?

Come on. Show me.

You know...

It's a pity you don't play the harp.

Come on. Get up. Wake up.

Careful. You're going to knock over your breakfast.

Yum, chocolate milk.

- Good! - Take it easy.

You know what time it is? You lazybones.

If I didn't wake you up, you would have slept all day long.

Tell me... are you going to a party?

No, it's for my school concert.

If Pedro were here, he would have come.

To do what? He doesn't play.

Not to play, idiot. To hear me play.

- He's not a good listener either. - Stop your nonsense.

- I have to go. - Are you leaving me alone?

Well, I'll be back after my concert.

Unless you come with me, instead of Pedro.

I am not a substitute player.

- Very well then, till later. - Wait, wait, okay.

Give me time to change.

Would you like to get on board of one of those ships?

- To go where? - I don't know.

To Paris. Maybe go see Pedro.

But ships don't go to Paris. There's no sea there.

- Did you know he was into communism? - I suspected it.

It's my fault he left.

He had asked me to bring something to a guy.

Bring what?

Well...

A suitcase full of weapons.

And then, I was followed.

Who followed you?

Well, the cops. They were everywhere. Really everywhere.

They were all in disguise, but I spotted them all.

Why didn't they stop you?

They tried, but... they couldn't.

How did they know that Pedro gave you that suitcase?

You really understand nothing!

They stopped that guy, and of course they came for Pedro.

But it's all my fault, because I let the cops follow me. Understood?

Because of me Pedro went to Paris, and Mom broke down,

and they put her in a hospital, and now...

she disappeared. It's all my fault!

Wait, come back. Come back!

Come back!

Come back!

Come back!

Careful!

- It wasn't my fault. - Call a doctor!

Say something! Wake up!

I couldn't help it. He threw himself in front.

Come on, move.

Talk, answer me.

Call a doctor.

Ana!

- Are you hurt? - Nothing serious. Don't worry.

Wait, stay still, huh?

Stop it. Because of your nonsense we'll be late for the concert.

There, that's it.

Here, you forgot this.

Did you read it?

I read it last night, while you were sleeping.

All that could be false, you know.

Anyway, Pedro loves to make up stories.

You know very well that it's true.

That girl is pretty, isn't she?

- Not as pretty as you. - That's not what Pedro thinks.

Are you sad?

I kind of knew. He stopped writing me.

Besides, it's normal. We are not going to see each other.

A gypsy told me I'm going to have two great loves in my life.

I had one. I just have to wait.

You know your second love, maybe he's already here.

Yes, maybe. You're cute, you look like a pirate.

Come, hurry up. You'll be late for your concert.

I have to go now.

Sleep well. Don't dream too much.

You don't kiss me?

Mom?

But where were you? I almost died of anxiety.

Come, Mom.

Lean on me.

I'll help you get to bed.

I'm sorry, darling, I have to call for Matilda.

I am still very weak.

Mom...

We don't need Matilda.

I'll look after you.

Stay put. I'll bring you your medicine.

You see Mom, we are both grown up enough.

We don't need anybody here.

Where have you been?

Dolores has been calling all day long.

You really scared me.

You know, Mom... I was scared as well.

Where did you go?

I went to Paris

to visit Pedro.

Really? Did you see him?

Well, how is he doing?

He's doing just fine. He has long hair. He looks like a Frenchman.

- I hardly recognized him. - That would have been the last straw.

You could've told me.

It was a secret.

You've changed as well.

You've grown.

I'm almost 12 now.

Okay... Tell me more about Pedro.

I'll tell you everything later.

After I have a rest.

Don't go away, Julien.

Don't leave me alone.

I'll never leave you alone, Mom. Never.

Dammit!

I forgot the match.

I don't even know if Benfica won the cup.

Thus ended his early youth. And it was only disintegration, lying, confusion.

Subtitles by Tintin Timings and editing by Subransu