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I know you're not sleeping.

Did you do it or not?

Do you fancy Martina?

Is that it?

What is it then?

Tell me.

You don't trust me?

Come on, get up.

I don't want to go.

And I don't want your school calling all the time.

Come on, let's go.

No.

Come on.

We have to pick up Nerea. We won't make it.

My tummy hurts.

Wear this.

I don't want to. I'm not going to wear this.

Hey, quit it, please.

I don't like it.

-Hi. -Good morning.

We'll stop by Martina's before picking up Nerea.

Gorka, please, let it go.

-Let it go... -We'll miss the train.

We can't wait until September.

We have to do it now. -They won't see each other.

He said it won't happen again.

-I looked like a fool. -It's kids' stuff.

Beñat is a loudmouth.

Coming home crying is kids' stuff?

Of course not.

Did you take Martina's swimsuit?

Answer. Yes or no?

If this carries on, I'll come and sort it out.

You have a short temper.

And we're leaving with this mess now.

I'm not staying here on holiday.

Have a nice trip.

-Move it. -Write when you get back.

How did yesterday go? Did the recital go well?

I don't know. Ask one of the parents who attended.

-Nerea... -What?

You were the only ones not there.

We were on our way, but the school called.

All right. Relax, Gorka.

Cocó always spoils things. -Don't call me that!

Shut up.

Come on, out.

Hey, hey!

Come on.

Dad, why don't you turn the engine off?

-I'm not going. -Why isn't he coming?

He can't come, darling.

-Mum, I'm not going either. -Eneko, let's do this:

when you come back, we'll do something.

Just us two.

Come on. -Okay.

-Eneko, please, don't start. -Eneko, listen.

Give me a kiss.

See you, Nerea. -See you.

-Go on. -Bye.

Eneko! Come on!

Eneko, come on.

Come on...

A week will fly by.

You'll be at the pool all day.

And it's St. John's Eve today.

Quit it.

What's wrong with you? Quit it.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Is that your package? -Yes, is it okay there?

It's in the way, but it's fine. Tickets, please.

Share them.

Share your headphones. -No way, Cocó!

-Don't call me Cocó! Mum, tell her! -Share.

"Don't call me Cocó! Mum!"

Give them to him then. Come on!

Enough!

-Cocó! -Eneko, quit it.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Tickets, please.

Is that the bridge?

Yes.

The bridge? So soon?

Yes.

Oh, yeah.

Is that the border, mum?

Yeah.

So that's H egoalde .

Three...

Two...

One...

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

-Come on, grab this. -Why me?

-Just because. -You take it.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Ane!

How are things? -Hi!

Are you staying here?

Yeah, for a few days.

But...

Lita's not home.

She's not?

-No. -She must be at the bonfire.

-Thanks. -Your kids are so handsome!

Yeah, they're all big.

-Bye! -There's nobody here, mum.

There must be a key.

Bingo!

The key. Come on.

Let's see.

There.

Your backpack.

-We're off to the bonfire. -Okay.

Come on!

Coming.

Aunty!

-Peio! -Hi, honey!

All good?

How are you?

How are you!

All good.

Can I get a kiss?

-The kid doesn't like kisses. -Mum, can I go play with them?

-Of course. -Leire, where's my cousin?

She's in Edinburgh.

Let's see. When were you here last?

Nerea's body has changed a lot. -She has become a woman now.

Let's clean my little boy's willy.

He looks just like you did.

More handsome.

How's everything?

Well... I'm exhausted.

With the hair salon, the baptism,

and Peio not sleeping lately...

-You'll baptise him? -Didn't your mum say?

-Don't start like my mum now. -How's your mum?

She goes about her business as usual.

You find it funny, but...

your aunt's losing her mind.

She can't be counted on.

She visits the bees more than her own grandchildren.

When is it? We have no clothes for it.

-In ten days. -We'll see...

The missing Saint might alter it.

St. John? Again?

It disappeared again.

Didn't your mum tell you?

They're looking for it everywhere. -Aunty!

Your mum is on edge. "A baptism without John the Baptist."

Hey. That's some long hair.

Why don't you answer?

-You have to go to the bonfire later. -No.

-Try and talk some sense into her. -Mum, the smoke...

Before making a wish,

we must go around the fire three times.

Who wants the pen?

I do.

And if you're not a local,

you have to reveal your wish.

How come?

Because I say so, period.

What if I don't want to?

Leave then.

Where to?

Back to your town.

We won't reveal ours.

But you're from the French Basque Country.

And what's your name?

Cocó.

-Cocó? -Yeah.

-That's not a name. -It is.

Your name is what it is.

Cocó?

Yeah, Cocó.

It's the first time I hear it.

Let's go to the fire.

You're all grown up! Where are the others?

-Aitor is over there. -Oh.

Hi, handsome.

-Nan! -Nan's here.

I didn't recognise you with that hair.

Where's nan's kiss?

-No. -No?

-Hey. -Hi.

Nerea, dear.

-Mum, it's freezing. -Wrap up.

Aitor didn't give me a kiss.

Don't force it.

-It's just a kiss to his nan. -Don't force him.

-Can't we stay a bit longer? -Eneko, come on.

Dinner first and then we'll come back.

-Why don't you want to sleep with me? -I don't want to!

Go sleep on the floor then!

I'd rather sleep on the floor then, you pig.

Go on then.

What's all the fuss?

Your son is a pig.

What's this about?

Go to your side.

Raise your head.

Aitor, quit it. Lie down.

Do you know what he said?

Stop yelling, it's late. Keep it down, please.

Okay.

-Go to hell. -Keep it down, pest.

Enough.

Mum, did you hear what he said?

Enough. Enough is enough.

Get in.

Cover yourselves if you get cold.

Eneko, please.

I'm sleeping with you. I'm not sleeping with him.

So the Saint is missing again?

It's not missing, they stole it.

They don't respect anything.

If they've thrown it in the river,

it won't survive this time.

It was in a bad state.

I bet it was the same people. I'll take this out.

Well...

But it wasn't dad's best sculpture?

No, but it was his most cherished piece in town.

Why did you come out of the blue?

Because of the baptism.

-The baptism? -Yeah.

Are you separating?

Absolutely not, mum.

Can we finish cleaning up tomorrow?

I don't know, you did exactly this last time.

-I'm here to use the workshop. -Really?

-Yeah. -That's great.

Why are the tools outside?

-Oh, the things over there? -Yeah.

Someone's been working in the workshop recently

and he has to put them back.

Is he paying to use them?

Do you need money, Ane?

No.

When's Gorka coming?

He's busy. I'm not sure if he'll come.

Are you okay there? Do you get by?

Mum, I'm knackered. Let's carry on tomorrow, okay?

-Of course. -All right.

-Bye. -Bye.

Ane...

Don't I get a kiss? -Yeah.

Rest up. Speak tomorrow.

Everything smells the same.

The house and everything...

Syl-phids... one.

Sylphid...

One, one, one?

Mum, what does "selphid" mean? -Sylphid.

Mum.

That collection is known as the Sylphids series.

Grandpa crafted them.

A Sylphid is like a tall,

slender woman.

Is this okay, mum?

Great.

Grandpa did all of this?

Your grandpa did those, and I did these.

-Good morning! -Hi!

Don't touch that, Eneko. Go with Aitor.

Mum, it was a surprise seeing this sculpture.

I hadn't seen it in ages.

That sculpture was worth keeping. I'm cleaning out.

-Where are the others? -I had to make room.

-You got rid of them? -What's that?

Nothing.

Mum, don't.

-What are you up to here? -Nothing, mum.

Am I the only one not allowed to use the workshop?

Where were you? What about breakfast?

I had breakfast.

Eneko, dear...

Don't play with that.

Ane, this is no place for the kids.

Relax. Leire's taking them to the pool.

-Where are you going, grandma? -Want to join me on a quest?

-Yeah. -No, go to the pool.

-No, let me go. -Don't take him to Mass.

I'm not going to Mass.

I'll see your aunt and look for the Saint in the river.

-Okay. -If he wants to join me, let him.

Don't force him.

All right.

-Can he come with me then? -Sure.

See you, Eneko.

See you!

-Are you taking the car? -Yeah.

Can I join you? I need beeswax.

Did we arrive early?

A bit.

I'm getting down. I'm done.

Hi, lad.

All right, let me out, Tibet. Come on.

Come on.

Do you know what this is?

What's up, buddy?

What is it?

Beeswax.

This one's harder.

It cools down quickly.

And then it goes hard.

It's hard.

Look.

Take.

Damn.

You can work it, huh?

-Yeah. -You can craft a sculpture with that.

The weather's acting up.

Seems so, yeah.

Father Esteban asked me about the candles again.

Let him know if there won't be any,

just so he knows.

Are you a doctor?

Not me, the bees are.

The first ones my grandma introduced me to.

Your great-grandma.

Simple as that.

No baptism nonsense back then.

All right, that's enough.

Julián's tree has got fungus.

We have to remove the hive before the tree collapses.

Okay.

All done.

Excuse me, aunt. Do you have more beeswax?

I'm not sure if there's any left in there.

We need to smelt and clean up.

Niko, how's work going with grandpa?

-Great. -All right.

I've got myself a good assistant.

The best, for sure.

What is this then?

Here are the cooperative's leftovers.

-How many are there? -Eight.

-That will do. -And they got rid of some.

They wanted me to take more... -All right.

Look.

It's alive.

Yeah.

-Do you find it disgusting? -Yeah.

Can I hold it?

Don't let it go. -Please.

-All right. -Be careful.

I got it.

No, no.

Be careful.

It's moving.

Look, it's bleeding.

-Do you see that? -I see it.

That's a log, right?

I'm not sure, to be honest.

Are there mermaids here?

Mermaids live in the sea, not in rivers.

Esteban, come on...

Mermaids don't exist.

Well, that depends.

Mermaids belong to the imagination.

And imagination belongs to reality too.

-All right. -I can't see it from here.

It was near the pools last time.

Shall we head there?

Conchita, it won't be in the same spot as last time.

-Why not? -That would be a miracle.

Let's not lose faith now.

What's faith?

Faith is believing in something,

which you feel here inside.

And it's the reason...

you press on.

It's having a conviction.

Careful. Let's not capsize.

-Yeah, relax. -Careful.

It's a conviction of what you believe in.

That's it.

For example,

what colour are your eyes?

Brown and pretty.

-Are you sure they're not blue? -They're not blue.

That's having a conviction.

But faith goes beyond

what our eyes can see.

It's something here inside.

Understand?

Kind of.

Let's carry on searching.

See anything? -No.

What are we looking for? -A beautiful sculpture.

-The water's clear over there. -Let's see.

-Nothing there. -No?

See you later, Isabel.

-See you. -Her granddaughter?

-Hello. -Hi, how are you?

-Great, you? -She's grown, huh?

Right? They'll be bigger than me soon.

Cherish her, because...

-Cherish him. -They grow up fast.

-I know. -She's beautiful.

-He's gorgeous. -And on holiday!

-Yeah. -My daughter-in-law is on holiday

and left my grandchildren with me. I enjoy it.

-You love it. -You know how it is.

-I'd love one like her. -See you.

It's dinner time. -See you.

Mum.

Darling, there's no room.

Mum.

-What? -Will I be like dad when I grow up?

Why do you ask that?

I don't want to be like him.

You can be whoever you want to be.

Now go to sleep, darling.

Great work.

Your tailor shop would have been a hit.

Well, your uncle needed help with the workshop.

He started getting orders and...

A decision had to be made. -Right.

But what you loved was tailoring. -Well, yeah.

I enjoyed doing many things.

With sewing, I wouldn't have travelled so much

or met so many people.

Right, Peio?

I'll show you how I'll fit it together.

-I'll grab them. -Okay.

Mum, I'm off to play ball, okay?

-Don't get it dirty. -Be careful.

I'll fit this here, and this one, your favourite.

I really like it.

-Peio will look great, huh? -Gorgeous.

-Grandma... -Yes?

What is baptism?

Baptism means to immerse.

Bet you didn't know that. -But they won't immerse him.

They'll pour water on his head while they state his name.

Why?

To cleanse from sin.

Peio has sinned?

No, he hasn't sinned.

Eneko should help out.

Why do they pour water on his head?

To cool off from the heat.

And we'll go swimming too. -They're ready.

Then we'll go to the hairdresser's to get your hair cut.

-No. -That way you can cool off too.

You can dye your grey hair.

It looks like I have two granddaughters.

What's that nonsense? He has lovely long hair.

He does have lovely hair,

but let's get it trimmed and get a boy haircut.

No.

It's just long hair, he likes it that way.

Yeah.

Right, Peio?

I'm ready.

Great.

You're not coming to the pool?

I can't, darling.

Will you be in the workshop all summer?

Come on. Join us.

I can't. I need to work in the garage.

Leire, can you drop me at the tailor shop? I need buttons.

I'm going with grandma.

No, you're going swimming.

-Eneko! -Let's go.

Eneko, get down.

Why not?

I don't want to.

Besides, my tummy hurts.

Your tummy, again?

We'll have to get that checked.

Tell me...

Why don't you want to go swimming?

Because I feel ashamed.

Ashamed?

Ashamed of?

My toes.

Your toes?

Let me see.

These toes? Let me see them.

These toes?

You have pretty toes.

I just want to eat them.

They're pretty.

They're pretty. And so are your fingers.

Let me see.

Look at your fingers. They're pretty.

-They're ugly. -They're pretty. Look.

What are they like? -Ugly.

They're pretty.

They're pretty.

Let's swap then.

Look at mine.

Are you sure?

Yeah?

Come on, go. You'll have fun at the pool.

Come with me.

I can't.

You can, but you don't want to.

Hey, champ. What's your name?

Not again...

-Come on. -I'll give you Eneko's.

It's just a pass.

Quit it, okay?

Stop it, please.

Enough.

He needs one too.

Quit it, please.

Let me get Eneko's. Here you go. -Hey! Really?

Stop it. -Can I have it?

Thank you.

Mum, I have mine!

See? Eneko has his card.

You go ahead. Wait for us inside, okay? -Okay.

Tell me your name and we'll do your pass.

-No! -Ane, we're going in.

Hey, listen...

Everyone is waiting. -I want to go home.

You said that if I came, you would too.

I left the workshop.

I'll send you to Bayonne with dad if you keep this up.

Shall we write it down?

-Please. -Let's write down your info.

Otherwise, I can't make your card

and you can't access the pool.

Come on. -I'll give you paper.

Will you write your name?

Come on.

I'll do it.

Aunty...

Yeah?

Did you want a boy?

I wanted it to be healthy.

But yeah, after Amaia, I wanted a boy.

Why?

I already had a girl, so I wanted a boy next.

But...

What if he doesn't like his name?

Peio? It's a lovely name, right? I like it.

The girls' changing room is over there.

There's the boys' one.

-Okay. -Okay.

You'll be the cleaner.

No way.

-I want a membership card. -What's your name?

-Maddi. -How old are you?

I'm five, so it's free for me.

No way you're five.

All right, I'm seven. How much is it?

Ten euros.

Here you go.

I want my membership card too.

You're Cocó, right?

Yeah, Cocó.

Why don't you take off your bathrobe?

I don't feel like it.

You can't get in the pool then. My rules.

Cocó?

What's this smell?

It reminds me of something.

-He fell asleep? -Fast asleep.

Ane, I was thinking...

Don't worry about the money. I'll pay for the baptism clothes.

Leire, I'm not sure we're attending.

What do you mean?

You must, you're never around.

Please. -I don't want you to waste money.

Don't worry about it. Everything's on sale.

See you, Nerea.

At Maider's shop, come on.

You'll look great. Come on, please.

Let me think about it.

-Okay, but say yes. -Okay.

June, it's free now.

You can join me.

-It's too small. -We can use the big one.

Do you want to?

All right.

We'll see.

But you'll come, right?

It is quite big.

Isn't it amazing your dad works at the pool?

You're here every day? -Yeah.

Yeah?

Would you like that? -No.

No?

-No. -I no longer need to pee.

All right...

I went to school with your dad.

I never knew.

As kids.

Since we were six.

Why does he sit down?

Boys also pee sitting down.

Mum, shush.

What, darling?

So Cocó isn't a girl?

He's not called Cocó, he's called Aitor.

-Mum, shut up! -I knew it.

Mum, shut up.

Why's he in the girls' changing room?

Because he wants to and I let him.

Can you go, please?

Honey...

Come on.

What's wrong?

All right.

Shut up!

What's your issue with me?

Nothing!

Why are you yelling? What's wrong?

Come here.

Come here.

Honey...

Can you stop?

Don't talk to me like that, okay?

I'm telling you.

But you carry on.

What bothers you, hugs?

I don't get it. -You're grabbing me.

I told you to stop, yet you carry on.

You carry on.

All right?

What are you doing here?

I don't want to sleep with Eneko.

Why is that?

Because in France I sleep with my mum.

And where does dad sleep?

On the couch.

Leave that.

Come over here.

Come over here.

Lie down with grandma.

Be careful.

What a lovely necklace.

It's not a necklace.

-What is it? -It's a rosary.

It looks nice as a bracelet.

No, it's not for that.

It's a rosary. It's for praying.

Grandma.

Yes, darling?

Why am I this way?

What do you mean, "this way"?

God made us perfect.

We're perfect.

What are you doing there?

I can't fix it if you don't tell me what I did wrong.

Is it because I kicked her out?

June can say what she likes, but there's no girls' or boys' stuff.

Okay?

-She might be there... -Yes, in there.

There she is! Come on. Let's put her in.

If the queen is in there, they'll all follow.

Yes, there we go.

Mum. What's this? Who did this?

It's an inventory.

Your grandma managed it.

Managed it thoroughly.

I thought grandpa managed it.

No.

Grandpa just crafted the sculptures.

Mum did all the inventory...

The sales too,

the suppliers...

PR, all of those things.

In fact, making beeswax replicas of the sculptures

to increase sales was your grandma's idea.

Look at this photo of grandpa and you.

Mum.

What's this?

Let me see.

Are all these girls from here in town?

Yeah, most of them.

They're the Sylphids.

So grandpa took naked pictures of them?

Didn't it bother grandma?

I guess it did.

-Almost done. -Yeah.

Okay. -You like this, don't you?

Sculpting makes you happy. -Yeah.

Did grandpa make these too?

No, those are mine.

Yeah?

I got an A+ at uni for the Sprues series.

What's this?

Whatever you make of it.

-And this one? -This one's Shame.

Why is that?

You look great in Niko's suit.

Come on.

Jump out and let's go.

That's the beeswax, it drops into the bucket.

Careful, don't get burnt. -Okay.

Do you know what this is?

This is bees' skin.

Look.

See this?

They're cells.

When larvae transform into bees,

they leave the skin.

Why do we burn them?

There's a disease called American foulbrood.

It affects the smallest bees, the larvae.

And they don't develop well.

It can spread and kill all the bees.

That's why we burn the hive frames.

It's a pity, but that’s how it is.

Be careful.

Cocó, are you afraid of bees?

Yes.

My grandpa was sick,

but the bees cured him.

My grandpa says there are many species of bees

and they're all good.

Migueltxo is coming. He wants to meet you.

Migueltxo, dad's assistant?

Of course.

Why is he coming?

Because I want to sell.

The house?

No.

What then?

-Dad's artwork. -What?

You can't sell his artwork, mum.

-Don't you need money? -I don't.

Dad's artwork is worth more than a handful of peanuts.

It's not peanuts.

We've looked into it. -Oh, how much is it?

Ane, keeping it costs money and time.

It takes up a lot of room. -More room for what?

And what are you up to in there?

I might take up a public teaching post at Bayonne Art School.

I'm one of the candidates. I have to submit a report.

That's good news.

Do the miniatures count?

They don't count for the grade.

What will you submit?

I'll craft a sculpture and take some good pictures of Sprues.

Why don't you submit your Paris artwork?

I'm not submitting that.

It can't be more than 15 years old.

Sprues is older, from your uni days.

They don't know that.

Shame is the only decent piece in the series.

What do you know about decent?

You're a numbers person, mum. You have no clue.

That's true.

But I didn't say that.

Who said that?

Your father.

Dad never said that. He appreciated my artwork.

Well, I'm no expert in your field,

but I trusted his opinion.

All he said was:

"Beautiful, darling."

But that was all.

Your dad was really something...

Could you look after the kids?

Or is that too much to ask for?

-Of course I can. -Yeah? Thanks.

But remember what I said:

if you wanted to do this full-time, one child was enough.

But no, you had to have three.

What's in Bayonne?

There's nothing in Bayonne.

I learnt from the best.

Huh?

You were too scared to leave dad

after the Sylphids drama.

Keep it down.

Why do you think we don't visit?

If you care about what people say, sort Aitor out.

People think he's a girl with all that hair.

Don't say anything about Aitor. Leave him out of it, okay?

Set limits, child.

Set limits.

He's a confused boy.

Confused? He's eight.

He's eight. He has a special sensitivity.

He's discovering himself. He's not confused.

Discovering? You're to blame.

You confuse him by overindulging him.

Mum, don't. He's a big boy.

Come on, cut it yourself.

I called you.

Did you check out the flats I sent you? You should.

And check your phone too.

I've seen them, Gorka.

Did you check out the one with the small workshop?

Impossible. We can't afford that.

How's it going?

Will you meet the deadline?

Yeah, for sure.

I could buy us some time if you hear about the job.

Hey, have you considered coming to the baptism?

I don't know, I doubt it.

We'll have to tell them.

But showing up now would complicate things.

The kids will get worked up.

I don't know...

I don't feel like justifying myself to the family.

You don't have to stay.

I know, but it's too late now.

It's too late.

It's up to you.

How are the kids?

Can I speak to them?

Sure.

I'll put them on now.

They're not in their bedroom.

I don't care.

Damn, I dropped it.

Gorka, I'll call you back.

Is it dad?

What are you doing?

Answer me! -We're playing!

-Playing? -Is playing forbidden now?

If grandma finds out you're touching her... Take it off.

It's locked.

Listen here...

Pick it up and fold it nicely.

Fold it nicely!

Like this?

Where did you find it?

-Here. -Leave it as it was.

She left this.

There's no passcode.

Eneko.

Eneko.

Again?

It was an accident.

Get up and help me.

Eneko.

-What? -Have you always known you were a boy?

Always.

Why do you ask?

Eneko.

What?

Do you think something went wrong when I was in mum's belly?

What are you on about?

All is good.

Get changed and get in bed. It's late.

Beautiful beeswax

Enlighten me

For I have

A long way to go tonight

Bees will come if we feed them.

What's the name of this flower?

Mine is thyme.

Do you know what yours is?

Lavender.

A bee.

They're similar, but smell different.

Look.

Come.

Smell this one.

Smell that one now.

See?

Look, look!

Calm down.

Calm down.

Take a deep breath.

Okay?

And they won't hurt you.

Great.

Good job, keep calm.

Tell them what I say:

"I come in friendship."

"I won't hurt you."

"I just want to help you."

Good job.

Good job.

See? Good job.

Better, huh?

Damn.

Did you see that? I was acting like a nervous girl,

but I listened to what you said and calmed down.

Like a nervous girl?

You seemed calm.

Look, my heart was racing.

The nurse bee,

who feeds the larvae,

who would that be?

Who do you reckon?

Aunt Leire.

Great.

And who guards the hive's entrance

so that only family members can enter?

The local senior ladies.

-Who? -The local senior ladies.

That's right.

They're always sat on the bench, right? -Yes.

Right.

And the drone?

What's that?

The drone

is the male of the hive.

Who would that be?

Huh?

Come on. -My dad.

Right.

Make room.

Is that everyone?

Eneko.

Great.

And...

the queen?

Me.

-You're the queen? -Yeah.

I thought that would be me.

You?

Yeah, me.

You can't be a bee.

Why not?

Because you are the beekeeper.

All right...

You look after us.

Hi.

Eneko.

If mum catches you...

You're a full-on accomplice now.

The water's cold...

No way!

Let's make more foam.

There's a lot here.

A goatee.

Ho-ho-ho!

Grandma likes this band.

-"Sergio and Estibaliz." -Grandma...

Yeah?

Who's this?

Who is it?

-Your mum. -With a shaved head?

-Yeah. -No way.

-That's not mum. -It is your mum.

Let me see, Eneko.

-That's not mum. -It is.

It's pouring!

I cleared out stuff and brought some clothes.

-Amaia's clothes? -Yeah.

Let me see.

Is this my size? -It'll look good on you.

Check this out.

Do you like it? It's for you.

Look at this, Nere.

Wow. It's lovely.

-It's basically new. -Really?

Is this all for me? -All yours.

This is carnival clothing.

That's it. There.

Now...

-I remember this. -Look.

Isn't this for grown-ups?

-No way. -Isn't it big?

It's thicker here...

Amaia is away, so I took this chance to clear out.

Check out these jeans.

Aren't they too long for me?

I don't think so.

You can cuff them. -Yeah.

-What's this? -I brought clothes.

And now...

-Those for grandma. -Do you like our selection?

I don't mind.

-Are you sure Amaia won't mind? -Yeah.

Thanks, Leire.

Everything's amazing. I love it.

I've got more stuff at home.

This will look better when I shave.

It's okay. I didn't shave today.

And the trousers like I said?

Yeah, but this'd be better sewn.

Because it could fall apart. How's that?

What a lovely mermaid tail, huh?

It's beautiful.

I thought you didn't like swimming.

Come over here. Come.

Come.

Let's see that pretty face.

Hey...

Why did you yell at me in the changing room?

Why do I have to tell you?

Because I'm worried. Let me know.

You called me "Aitor."

Do you prefer "Cocó"?

I thought you loathed it.

What should I call you?

Don't call me anything.

Leave the stone here.

Hand me my bumbag.

What's this?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

Julián gave it to me.

Niko said Cocó gave it to her.

Are you Cocó?

No.

I have no name.

That's not possible.

My mum used to say,

"Anything without a name doesn't exist."

And you exist, don't you?

-Yes. -Of course.

You're right here. I can see you, right?

Right.

Come up with a name for yourself.

Put this back where it belongs.

And if anyone asks, we'll say Cocó did it.

All right?

What's with all the scratching?

It itches.

What are you doing there? Get over here.

Come on, get in.

I'm scared.

What? Scared?

Get in.

Great. It isn't that cold, see?

Let's go deeper. -No.

Come on. Let's go deeper.

Good job!

Good job!

Do you want to swim? Need help?

-No. -Come on.

-Okay. -I'll help you.

-Wait, like this. -Like that. Great.

You're so brave!

Good job!

Good job!

Great! Good job!

I'm going to get you!

I'm going to get you!

There we go.

I'll hold you and you scrub well.

A girl's penis must always be sparkling clean.

Good job.

-All done. -All right.

All right, let's go.

All right.

Yeah.

Let's see, be careful.

Okay. All right. Yes.

Do it one-handed now!

Okay.

Great!

I'm taking you to the circus! - I can do this too.

Are you sure it'll hold?

It doesn't look dry.

It's still damp.

That's St. Lucia.

She's praying to St. Agatha. -Why?

So that she grants her a wish.

What's her wish?

Her wish is to help the poor.

She doesn't want any suitors. -Is she poor?

No, that's why they want to marry her off.

Why is she putting makeup on?

She's not putting makeup on, darling.

St. Lucia was punished...

for standing up for what she believed in.

Remember the meaning of faith? -Yeah.

It's this.

She's called Saint Lucia of Syracuse.

Come, let's light up some candles.

Who's missing over there? St. Lucia?

No, St. John the Baptist was there.

The one we're looking for in the river.

Come. -Is this one St. Lucia?

That one is St. Lucia.

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Look, do this.

Does it tickle?

Yeah.

Same here.

What's that?

What?

That.

Let's grab it.

That's a lovely swimsuit.

Let's see yours.

Want to swap? Mine slides up my bum.

Okay.

My real name is Lucía.

Not Cocó?

Keep it a secret.

A boy in my class has a fanny.

What's he like?

Cute.

It's quite cold.

All right, let's get in. One, two, three...

I'm going to tweak this a bit.

It has no arms.

I'll craft some now.

-Have you done two? -Yeah.

And who's that then?

Dad and I.

Dad?

Great, darling.

It's not hot enough.

Can you warm it up?

Okay.

Damn it!

-There. -Thanks.

This side too. -Yeah.

Let's see yours.

Look, it's my dream body.

Your body is perfect as is.

You don't have to idealise

but you have a good eye for volume.

I've inherited it.

Honestly, the ratio is great.

-Thanks. -Very good.

Aitor, can you show me yours?

Let me see.

A mermaid, isn't it?

Yeah.

Is it a self-portrait?

Kind of.

We said we were making self-portraits.

I did as I pleased.

It's great.

-What's wrong? -Nothing.

I just wanted to know if you crafted something you really liked

and not a self-portrait.

So it's you?

I look pretty, don't I?

I can't do it.

Yeah.

So?

I'm glad I made it in time.

Yeah, of course.

I am eager to start.

I'm really happy.

Let me know when I start.

Perfect.

See you.

Thanks.

I know it wasn't on purpose, but you don't listen to me.

They are very fragile dresses.

-What's going on? -He's getting the dresses dirty.

-Tell him to stop then. -We have...

-Many times. -We're not his mum.

-I'm his mum, yeah? -Ane.

Eneko, get changed.

I mean...

-Christ. -Why get like that over a dress?

Do you know how much these dresses cost?

Who'll pay for it?

You want to make me pay for it?

-Listen, Leire... -Ane, it's not one, it's two.

-All right. -Don't worry.

I'll pay for this dress and Eneko's suit.

-Forget it. -No, no, no.

He hasn't stopped. He's doing my head in.

My tits are killing, yeah?

Bathe him. We're on our way. -Oh, really?

Yeah, really. Fuck.

You came in like a bull. -Why talk to him like that?

You were both suffocating him.

You should handle it better.

By the time you got there, we had told him many times.

I'll pay for the suits.

It's not about that.

How did it go?

Thanks for looking after him.

You're welcome.

It's lovely.

It's small.

Just as well.

What would I do with one of those big sculptures of yours?

I can carry this one with me.

Listen, Ane...

Well...

We should talk about Aitor.

I think he's at ease...

at the beehives.

Yes.

I mean...

She seems relaxed.

What did you say?

She speaks like that.

"I'm a calm girl. I'm a tired girl.

I'm a bored girl."

Unbelievable.

I'm teaching him there's no such thing as girls' or boys' stuff.

Stop putting ideas in his head.

I don't.

I just listen.

What? Don't I listen?

Honestly...

I may have been a bit absent lately,

but they're all worked up, trust me.

Everyone judges and talks, but I'm the one with three kids.

All I know is that Niko,

Julián's granddaughter, her friend now,

thinks he's a girl, and he doesn't correct her.

He calls himself "Cocó" when they're together.

And I came here to thank you...

I don't want you to thank me.

Just sit down and talk with him.

Or you can be like your mother...

Turn a blind eye.

Ask him what, aunty?

You already know.

What are you afraid of?

I got the teaching post.

Well...

That's great.

Right?

Sylphids got me the job.

Sylphids?

You submitted your father's work to get the job?

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't recognise myself.

Do whatever you want.

But don't let your children live their lives in shame.

-Do you have the paper? -Yes.

Eneko, help me.

It's heavy.

Place it.

Wait.

-Let me. -I'll do it.

That's enough.

What are you going to wish for?

-It's a secret. -You can tell me.

For dad to come.

You?

To be called Lucía.

Everything fell off. It's ruined.

Her foot.

Off to bed! Right now!

Lita, the artwork and sculptures

are the least of our worries right now.

-What is this? -Just listen. It's important.

Ane, who do you talk important things over with?

-Mum, come on. -With your aunt or with your mum?

Because... I don't get it. Don't I have a say?

This involves me too.

I'd tell Gorka and decide then.

What's the big deal if she feels like a girl?

A girl? What the hell?

What are you on about, Lourdes?

You heard.

The boy's issue is that he's surrounded by women.

Do you have the slightest sympathy...

to comprehend what's going on with the kid?

Are you going to teach me...?

Are you going to teach me

how to deal with my grandchildren, my daughter?

-Of course not. -All right then.

Do you want your grandson or granddaughter to be happy or not?

Honestly...

I would appreciate it if you would leave us alone.

-Mum, come on. Aunty, no. -I should leave.

-Mum... -Relax, I'll call you later.

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm sorry.

How come you know who you are and I don't?

I want you to call me Lucía.

-Hey! -Dad!

Up you go!

How are you?

-Fine. -Fine?

Yeah.

Dad, are you staying? -Yes.

-Really? -Yes, I'm staying.

That's amazing.

What's that?

Argizaiolas, candle-boards.

They look weird.

They're special candles.

Tall ones.

They illuminate the way for the dead.

Leave it on the table.

Who are these women?

The one on the left is my grandma.

Do you see their candles? -Yeah.

Bees were part of the family for them.

Our grandma and our great-grandma also had hives.

When I was born,

my mum struck the hives three times with a stick.

And told them, "Bees, Lourdes is born."

She opened the hive frame for them to make honey.

She did the same with your grandma.

I'll tell you something.

When my mum died, I did the same thing.

I struck the hives three times.

I said, "Bees, I need beeswax...

to illuminate the way for my mum."

Where did she go?

I don't know.

Her body went away,

but I feel her inside me.

Aunty.

Yes, darling?

Can I die...

and be reborn as a girl?

There's no need to die.

You're already a girl.

And a pretty one too.

The prettiest of them all.

Sweetheart.

He's too young, he can't know that yet.

At home is one thing...

but a dress, Ane?

We've overindulged him.

His friend came by the other day.

You should have seen him.

He's never had friends over, Gorka.

And we've ignored it.

We were too blind to see.

Why don't we go home and think it over?

Perhaps with your mum's money...

I don't know, we could get by.

I'm going to buy a small workshop with that.

A small workshop?

We can't afford two flats and you want to buy a workshop?

Ane, we have to sit down and talk things over.

What about your teaching post?

I got the post, Gorka.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm not going to accept it.

Do you like it?

Will the whole family be there?

Yeah.

We could leave it for another day.

It doesn't have to be today.

Are you sure?

You haven't been here the past days.

I'd listen, but you never tell me things.

That's the issue.

He can wear what he wants at home. -Aunty...

You look stunning. You can keep it.

-Seen Aitor? -No.

Have you seen Aitor?

Why did you change?

I don't want you to get upset.

Like grandma.

Could you leave me alone?

You scared me!

Come on, let's take a photo.

Let's get a picture.

Let's get a photo, please.

Come on.

Gather up for a photo.

Come on, kids!

Julián, Niko, you came!

Come, join the photo.

Richard, join us.

Tall people at the back.

Dad, come on.

A bit further back. Further back and up.

-You'll see. -Kids in front, kneeling.

Kneeling. Nerea, here, crouch.

Nerea, crouch down here.

Ah, the main man, Peio!

Let's group up nicely.

Kids, get a bit closer.

Great. All right. Everyone ready?

All good? Okay, let's take it.

One, two, three.

Cheese!

-Hi! -Have you seen Cocó?

No.

You haven't?

-No. -No?

Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor, where are you?

Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

-Where are you, Aitor? -Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Where are you?

Aitor, where are you?!

-Aitor! -Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor, please!

-Aitor! -Gorka...

That won't work.

What shall I call him then?

All I want is for him to be back.

And I'll call him as he wishes. -Gorka...

Aitor!

Lucía!

Lucía!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Lucía!

Aitor!

Aitor!

-Lucía! -Aitor!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Lucía!

Aitor!

-Aitor! -Aitor!

Lucía!

Aitor!

Aitor!

Where are you? Aitor!

Lucía!

Bees, I am Lucía.

Bees, I am Lucía.

Bees, I am Lucía.

Mum.

Are you awake?

Oh, night!

What happens to you?

What happens to you

In the silence?

You upset the heart

Darkening our mind

In loneliness

The wind weeps

The sea remains silent

When you come

Oh, night!

What happens to you?

What happens to you

In the silence?

You remind me

The darkness is also there

In the world we live in

There's fear, hate

Evil and tragic injustice

Oh, night!

What happens to you?

What happens to you?

In the silence?