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On this day,

with the Red Army captured and disarmed,

our national troops have achieved

their military objectives.

War is over!

On the first anniversary of peace,

following The Victory March down the Paseo de la Castellana

General Francisco Franco, departed for Risco de la Nava

in the Guadarrama Mountains, to officially launch

the commencement of work on a future monument

that will honor the nation's fallen troops for God and for Spain.

Spanish film actress, Macarena Granada,

who has caught America's eye in supporting roles

with her beauty and talent,

makes her debut as a leading lady

under the stewardship of Otto von Fischer.

At the end, the village will be reborn

and the city will resurface from its ruins.

And France will be rebuilt.

The Great American Nation, with huge economic power

and inevitable creative capacity, starts a realistic political strategy

to stretch relationships with international significance.

On San Juan Bosco Day,

Madrid is hosting Film Awards Ceremony.

Annually presented by the Syndicate.

Luis García Berlanga, for "Bienvenido Mr. Marshall"

and Rafael Gil, for "La Guerra de Dios", won the golden award.

Spain, now is part of the U.N

where it belongs, because of its importance.

Following the enormous success of "Les Diaboliques",

director Henri-Georges Clouzot at La Victorine Studios in Nice,

has begun shooting "Le Mystère Picasso".

In the film, he will unveil for movie-goers

some of the secrets of the great Spanish genius.

In another display of excellent Spanish-American relations,

the renowned Hollywood producer Max Spiegelman

will bring to the giant screen the life of Isabel, the Catholic Queen...

The movie will be directed by veteran filmmaker John Scott,

who has won more Oscars than anyone in film history.

A true living legend in the moviemaking world!

Responsible for giving life to Queen Isabel

could not be other than the great Hollywood star Macarena Granada.

Wow, Longinos!

I certainly wasn't expecting this.

Damn, Mr. Fontiveros!

What's left of him.

They said you were dead.

The Devil always looks after his own...

By the way, Longinos,

how old are you now?

I was a grandpa when movies were invented.

I'm going on a century, God willing.

And even if He isn't, I'll still make it.

I'm Father Quintanilla. I've brought the little orphans.

You have to wait a bit, Father.

They are in the fittings with the actors.

The Christian children have arrived!

But what is all this scandal?

All on your knees!

On your knees! You are all grounded!

The innocent pay for the sins of others.

All on your knees!

What a super production!

Is it fair to keep me waiting without a miserable coffee?

I've been here since 8 am.

You don't know who my husband is!

Do you?

When Mr. Norberto's was here, this never happened.

Look.

I'm complaining to Mr. Bonilla!

And to Mr. Marciano!

Lucía?

Fontiveros...

Where did you crawl out from?

Look, babe, I already was a romantic beau before you were born.

No way.

With this outfit, I look like Ali Baba and the forty thieves.

Give me a break with the damn turban.

What do you think, Lucía?

Blas?!

So, you're all in the picture! All of you?

Isn't it unbelievable?

You know the girl is coming, right?

Macarena?

Yeah, I read it in the papers in France.

She's the Queen. Who else would she play?

Right.

It´s a coincidence you both returned at nearly the same time.

Yeah, what a coincidence...

I'm also going to be a king!

You're Fernando, the Catholic King?

He wishes...

It's a small role, like a guest artist or something.

I'm the Moorish king.

I'm Boabdil! For Pete's sake!

You won't believe who plays my mother?

Rosales.

Rosa? She's in Spain?

Yeah, she came back a few months ago following a tour of South America.

She's at the María Guerrero Theatre, in a Lope de Vega play.

Trying to stay alive. Like everybody else.

Sure.

You will see the sets, Blas.

Finally! The Tower of Comares.

It goes there, on the patio of the Arrayanes.

Be careful with the cypresses!

You are going to spoil them!

Venancio!

Please, paint the cloud whiter, it should glow!

We are in Granada, not in "Wuthering Heights"!

Darling, look, we have a visitor.

Just what I need. Lord, what a mess!

Hello, Julián.

Very nice job on the Alhambra, Castillo.

Mary, mother of God!

Oh my God!

You look like you saw... a ghost.

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Are you Blas Fontiveros?!

Do we know each other?

Yeah, but...

I doubt you remember me.

I brought you a coffee once... more than twenty years ago!

He is Bonilla's nephew.

Well, Pepe Bonilla.

First Assistant.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Miss Gandía, wardrobe people are looking for you like crazy!

Now they are rushing us...

Blas, see you later, right?

- You probably have a lot to tell us. - Sure.

Castillo, Mr Spiegelman wants to see the matte painting with you.

For God's sake!

Nice to meet you.

Come with me to see the palace. It is fantastic.

Let's go, Blas.

You will see the power of these Americans.

Castillo hasn't changed a bit.

Castillo?

What a howl!

What's the scoop?

He got married!

No! Seriously?

Incredible, but true.

So, he's no longer... He's cured?

Nah, there's no cure for that.

The most incredible thing is who the lucky lady is.

Julián, you have me in suspense.

With...

- With? - With Lucía.

Lucía? What are you saying!

What it is. Seeing is believing.

So, has he reformed?

No way. She is the one who crossed over.

I don't get it, I don't follow you.

Well, she's a lesbian now.

Uh, then why...?

It's a marriage of convenience.

For appearances' sake.

Almost ready, almost.

Thank you.

Blas, let me introduce you.

Mr. Spiegelman, the film's producer and Mr. Berman, our screenwriter.

Nice to meet you.

My pleasure.

Julián, what about John Scott? Is he around?

I started directing because of him, after I saw "Fire Horse".

He was the best.

I thought he had retired.

I'm afraid you were right.

What's up?

Since he arrived, he hasn't left his room except to hit the bar.

He hasn't been around at all. Seems he has a little problem...

Bonilla! Bonilla, come here!

What kind of production is this anyway?

Let's get a welcome dinner going. It's the least we could do.

We promised the Americans that tonight...

Don't tell them a word, it's a surprise. You're coming with us!

Justino, we're going to Mrs. Fuencisla's home.

Yes, Madam.

Mrs. Fuencisla, it'll be ready by Monday, right?

Jorge is in Burgos.

Burgos? What is he doing there?

The military service.

He's 21, remember?

My God.

He's a military physician.

He's very handsome.

He'll be home in a few days, on leave for his sister's wedding.

Magdalena?

Is she getting married?

At least you remember their names.

I have to get some decent clothes to wear.

For what?

For my daughter's wedding. What do you think?

Are you crazy?

Do you want to ruin our lives?

Don't even go near them!

Ana, I'm their father.

You were.

Do you think you can resurrect whenever you feel like it?

Now they have another father.

When you were absent, he helped us a lot.

Arturo...

has been a real dad to them.

You, even with the little time you spent with them, were always missing.

Between film shoots and that slut...

Ana, that was a long time ago.

Tell me about it.

It was another lifetime.

She has quite a career now.

You're not doing so badly yourself.

Now...

I have to listen to this too...

You...

You look better than ever.

You were always great with the lines.

But where action was concerned...

Ana, I'm your husband.

Not anymore.

Now I am your widow.

Where are you staying?

- At a pension. On Gran Vía. - OK.

Do you have a job?

Not yet. I arrived yesterday.

Any prospects of finding one?

I went to the studio this morning.

Thanks, but I can't accept it.

Don't be an idiot. Take it.

Thank you.

I do not know if these surprises are good.

I know... They could have had a heart attack!

Till they freed the camp, I was unable to contact anyone.

Then it was too late.

My sister told me that...

they had given me up for dead

and my marriage had been annulled by the Church.

She told me that Ana had remarried.

And she told me with whom.

So I thought that since I'm dead anyway,

perhaps I should continue being so

and just start anew.

All those years, where have you been?

In France.

What did you do for work?

I've done it all, from bricklayer to mailman.

On occasion, I worked in film as a grip or as an electrician.

I even worked as a third assistant.

Excuse me, Mr. Fontiveros, he asks...

which camp you were in.

Matthausen.

It's good to have you back, pal.

What about you?

Why did you return?

I...

I made the mistake of falling in love with an Argentine actor

and forming my own troupe.

Damn it, Rosales, the actor could have been your son.

Not my son.

He could be my grandson.

He could sure dance the tango.

The tango?

He sure "tango-ed" you, that son of a bitch.

He got it all.

I came back penniless and with my tail between my legs...

Starting over at our age, Blas, it's hard.

And here I am.

Working my tits off between the theatre and cinema.

Hey, hey...

These guys pay for three sessions

what we earn in the theatre during three months.

Cinema has no future.

The Lumière Brothers already predicted it.

Look for some work with less dubious prospects.

You see?

Mr. Fontiveros.

Their business is never wanting.

Mr. Berman and Mr. Spiegelman have listened to your story

and wonder...

whether you would...

whether you would be willing to work in the second unit?

Really?

Yes.

Yes, yes, thing is...

They´ve been stuck with a useless guy, someone well-connected.

The son-in-law of Don Marciano, the director of the Studio.

They must've thought you were a Jew. These two... Both of them are.

Let them believe what they want.

You'll be filming landscapes and extras...

I think it's a great job.

Anything. I'm not exactly rolling in dough.

Mr. Spiegelman, I don't know how to thank you.

Don't be obvious.

Me? What about you?!

You couldn't take your eyes off that gypsy woman.

I told him who you were and they were delighted.

Who'd have said I would end up working with John Scott?

Even making his coffee.

To the Americans!

Right, they bring us work and dollars.

And spare us the conspiratorial "monologues" of Salamanca.

Dialogues, you mean.

What dialogues?

Nah, he's talking about a bunch of sad sacks.

A group that thinks we should only make social cinema that reflects reality!

As if we don't have enough real problems,

without seeing them on the silver screen.

Really! What a pack of killjoys.

Hey, I understand them.

Portraying realism in Spain is an unrealistic pursuit.

We have to make comedies.

Make people laugh.

Life is dark enough.

Charo, please, the clothes for the "Moors",

you should put more stuff!

It looks they are doing the first communion. This is a battle!

What is this doing here? This is not a period piece!

- Cut! No! No! - Cut! Cut!

Cut! Cut!

Cut!

Where did you get this guy, Bonilla?!

Have you seen how bad this guy is...?

I know... That guy is not an extra.

Then why the hell is he here?

He's one of the civil guards who are here for the film.

because of the weapons and all.

He was just very excited about appearing in the shot.

Give me a break, Bonilla,

with this kind of manpower, I can't work.

You just tell him: nice job, thank you very much.

You got that right.

But imagine if John Scott sees this moron! What is he going to think?

He's going to think that I'm the nitwit here!

Nice going, well done.

You're through for the day, thanks so much.

Good! Print it!

Well...

I'm gone.

Everybody is dressed and checked.

I'm no longer needed here.

Damn, Castillo, every time I see you I just get this feeling inside...

They really did a job on you.

You can tell he is a hand-clapper. Look, how he has left my face...

And he could've killed me...

The fucking bastard...

If you had seen the house...

The thing that hurts me the most are the 16th Century candelabra...

were silver ones...

Well, I'm going back to the studio. I have a lot of work to do.

They robbed the candelabra which he had previously swiped

when we made "La Leona de Castilla".

Please everyone, first positions!

Let's see how you explain back at headquarters

that you lost your tri-cornered hat!

It's not possible...

It has to be here somewhere.

Where are you?

Over here!

I'll be with you in a minute.

Please, wait in the living room.

What I must give to you?

Why you don't check the book?

I don't need it.

I remember perfectly what you wrote.

And...?

If you came to get paid...

How far you'd go to remain foreman.

Well...

I could marry him.

"Long live the bride and groom!"

It looks great, Blas. They're going to love it.

Looks like Eisenstein!

Don't worry. It's great.

Here they are.

Wasn't Scott supposed to come?

Well, he sometimes comes and sometimes he doesn't.

This time, he hasn't.

Easy, you're going to meet him.

Blas Fontiveros?

Yes, that's me.

You have to come down with us to the station house.

The police station? Why? Is something wrong?

You will get answers there.

But... no, no, this... must be some kind of mistake.

What are they going to think of me?

- And what is Mr. Scott going to think? - Come on. Let's go.

What am I charged with?

Let's go!

Go ahead!

Remember, no screw-ups.

This one has been ordered by somebody very high up.

Don't worry.

We may not have many things here

but accidents we have aplenty, in every colour, shape and size.

Your bed is over there.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Pepe Bonilla. First Director Assistant.

Nice to meet you.

Welcome.

Miss Granada, is it true that Ava Gardner burst in on you

at a Hollywood restaurant having dinner with Frank Sinatra

and all hell broke loose?

Oh, come on, not that again.

Besides, I heard that Ava is around here somewhere...

so let's not go there.

Why did you become American?

Don't you want to be Spanish anymore?

Oh, this guy!

One cannot stop being Spanish just like that.

It is something one carries inside here.

However, I now live over there, and that's where I work and pay my taxes.

In other words, things are more practical this way, don't you agree?

Mr. Honess... please...

It's pronounced: "Youns, Youns".

Okay, Mr. "Yones".

Miss Granada, what can you reveal about your romance with Cary Grant?

Well, we're just really good friends, nothing else.

One thing is for readers to believe what reporters invent,

but that you yourselves buy it, is a real joke...

Only half of what is said is worth a damn.

If I had had all those affairs,

I wouldn't have had any time left for movies.

Excuse me! Why did you dedicate the Oscar to your father,

who is not alive and therefore could not hear you?

Because he gave me everything,

including this profession

which he taught me to love when I was just a kid.

I also wanted him to have a drop of justice

which he so dearly deserved and was unable to have in his lifetime.

Very good. That's telling 'em.

Mr. Spiegelman, when will we able to speak to Mr. Scott?

Miss Granada, we are all ready.

Let's start shooting!

Mrs. Matilde,

how does it feel to be the historical consultant on a film like this?

Well, what can I say,

I'm very excited.

Because it is a blockbuster in every sense of the word.

Without a doubt, it is the most...

Celestino, please... You're like a rookie.

Without a doubt, it is the most expensive movie ever filmed in Spain.

Manolo, turn the red light on.

Please, let's all be quiet now!

Come on, everyone ready!

Out, out!

I can see it...

Out!

Everybody ready!

Silence!

Everybody ready!

The bubblegum.

But... but...

but... this is... indecent!

This is intolerable!

No! No, no and no! Cut!

This can't be! She's painted like a Comanche!

Sorry, but you can't speak during a shot...

What do you mean I can't speak? Can't you see that I am doing so?

Nice beginning to this film

Are we shooting or what?

In the movies...

Neither in the movies, the theatre, nor the circus! No, Sir!

What can't be can't be.

This is historical gobbledygook!

He's alive!

This is unbelievable!

You should be ashamed!

- You're old enough to... - You! Get this woman out of here!

Besides this... this...

This is neither historical nor nothing!

This is an American... farce!

That's what Americans make, madam.

What were you expecting? Something typically German or Spanish?

And, you, might I inquire what you are doing?

A "travelling", madam.

You have not heard the last of me!

This is a kidnapping!

Franco himself will hear about this!

- Crazy woman. - This is outrageous!

Bonilla,

I´m here for Scott to approve wardrobe.

No, no, wait at the dressing room. No one told you to come here.

I do not understand a thing.

Lend me a hand, I get what he says...

- but I miss things here and there. - Mr. Larsen is a William Morris agent.

So you are a William Morris agent, right?

Cut!

We've cut. Thanks everyone!

There we became intimate friends with Doctor Rosen,

whose real name is Rosenberg but he's a Jew

and since he was fleeing from Hitler,

he changed his name to Rosen which sounds more American.

He's worked on all the girls:

one got a nose job, another I-don't-know-what...

Rita Hayworth had a... well,

they should've given him a Nobel Prize for what he did for her.

For literature?

No, medicine, you fool.

He gave her a nose...

I mean there is no other like it.

And may my sweet girl forgive me.

This wizard raised her hairline to here.

The poor thing didn't have a forehead before.

By the way, her name isn't really Rita Hayworth.

Her real name is Rita Cansino,

and she speaks Spanish just like the rest of us.

- What is she, Andalusian? - No, she isn't.

But her dad is. From Seville.

You can tell by the way she moves.

Of course, she was a dancer.

She could out-do Ginger Rogers any day of the week.

Didn't you see her with Fred Astaire in "You Were Never Lovelier"?

"Love is born from dancing"? Love it.

What a nasty habit of always changing the original movie title, damn.

If they didn't, who could.

Why was I going on about this?

Ah, right!

Doctor Rosen, surgeon to the stars.

Since he's a neighbour of ours in Beverly Hills,

he never misses any of my Sunday paellas. Not one.

Whenever he has to operate on someone,

he uses me as a guinea pig.

Of course, I couldn't be more pleased.

He's done everything on me.

On here, here, here... He's done everything on me.

I love operating rooms.

If it were up to me, geez, I'd spend my entire life getting made over.

Hon, you are so strange...

Has Macarena had any work done?

No! She doesn't need anything!

The things one has to do during a lifetime.

I would have stayed in Argentina if I knew I'd be doing this.

What were you going to do in Argentina?

Even Perón had to leave!

Besides,

when were they going to inform you that you'd be working with a legend?

What's left of him.

Say what you want, but he has more Oscars than Sáenz de Heredia has Guild Awards.

The guy I've had a most useful chat with is that agent from William Morris.

Wow, William Morris!

Those guys are powerful!

In Hollywood...

you can't even go to the toilet without your agent.

The only one who doesn't seem to have one and flies solo is Cary Grant.

Shoot, he's already a star.

But if you're starting out and trying to make a name for yourself...

It's cuz he's a tightwad!

Hey, is it true that she did it with him, that sly fox?

With Cary?

No way! All "gossip".

What?

Rumours.

The studio requested it. But nothing happened there.

Let's just say it couldn't happen.

Don't tell me that Cary Grant is also...

Cary... well...

Cary and many others.

And some who pretend to be very manly. I don't want to mention anyone.

Some guys are not like they seem...

- You wouldn't believe it. - Sure.

The Queen's food.

Thank you.

See you later.

Bye.

Fontiveros has disappeared.

Nobody knows anything.

He's not registered in police stations, prisons, nothing.

The earth has swallowed him up.

Here's today's special!

Eat it before it gets cold.

The garlic soup is finger-licking good.

I've lost my appetite.

You have to eat.

It's just that my stomach has shut down. I'm nervous.

You nervous? What about?

I have no idea.

Perhaps because it's the first day of shooting.

Yeah, right, at this stage of the game...

Don't sling that drivel at me.

What's wrong?

Gee, Trini, I don't know what's wrong.

I have a knot here.

Tell me,

perhaps together we can undo that knot.

You know that feeling...

when you think is not gonna happen again...

and then it does?

Bejesus,

and it's only the first day of shooting!

You don't know what this was like in the good old days.

"Good", my ass...

Not even the Egyptian pyramids!

By the way, this is taller.

- Really? - No lie.

You can't imagine what digging up that godforsaken basilica was like.

Fucking rock.

One worker...

was buried and they didn't even bother to dig him out.

One? Try two!

Now there's almost no one from before.

There is a need for other people, people with know-how.

"Qualified" manpower.

So, what are you doing here?

I'm more useful here.

Useful? To whom?

See that guy over there?

He used to be the head of the miners' union.

That guy has a pair of balls on him that are larger than this fucking cross.

He was in jail and they sent him here.

Because of the mountain air.

He's very ill but he's still here.

He should die with his kids and grandchildren, shouldn't he?

If you put it that way.

That's what I'm talking about.

Well, at least here you eat.

Yeah, just enough so we can go on breaking rocks.

You get paid,

though it ain't much, but you get paid.

"Ain't much", bud?

You movie types live in a whole other universe.

Here they pay us half of minimum wage. Six pesetas.

Three of which are kept by the Tax Man.

At least... you still have three left.

Yeah, one is discounted so you pay your food

and another goes into an account for when you're released.

Well, you still have one. It's better than nothing.

Yeah, except that last peseta goes to your family

through the local town hall where you live.

I see.

And, if you're lucky, the mayor is an honest guy...

You'd be luckier winning the lottery.

...only then does your family get the peseta.

Maybe you're right,

if you want, I can tell you about Mauthausen.

No, that's alright,

I still have nightmares from the last time you spoke about it.

I... only dream with babes...

Look out!

My leg!

Don't do anything, don't move, and don't touch anything.

- Apart from the leg, anything else hurt? - I don't know, I'm in pieces.

- Don't do anything, please! - Easy, easy!

Be careful! God!

You were saved by a fucking miracle.

I am getting sick of this Isabel.

What a conniving. She's getting stuck in my craw.

Look! Mr. Scott.

God, starting again.

Great! He's fallen sleep.

Now who is going to clear all this up for me?

Great...

They've made lentils today.

Being a star is a pain in the ass.

Let's go join the others.

It's about time, sweetie!

He's in Cuelgamuros.

Cuelgamuros? As a prisoner?

Oh my God.

Damn!

So, the stars come down to earth.

What, is that a problem?

No, dear girl.

I love it.

We all love it.

Good, at least this way we know about your things first-hand.

Are you now going to claim that I don't tell things the way they are?

No, you could've been a screenwriter, in fact.

I had a chat with him. With the writer.

About my character...

What do you need to know about your character?

Isabel... the Catholic. That says it all.

Really... that's why Spain is the way it is.

There's no preparation.

Tell me the truth: did you really attend Actor's Studio?

Yes.

And you met Marlon Brando?

Of course she did! What a pain. He never stopped calling her.

They told him he was the best looking movie star and he believed it.

Well, he is good-looking, right?

Fontiveros is at Cuelgamuros. I just got the dope from Don Marciano.

If I know something else, I'll let you know.

What is that? The jail?

Worse.

The cemetery?

They're erecting a cross in the Guadarrama Mountains.

A humongous cross!

And they have POWs working there.

Sons of bitches!

Uh, theoretically there are no prisoners left.

And they have Blas there?

Yes.

Since his wife re-married...

...the Secretary General of the Falangist Movement...

He's nothing there.

She really knows how to pick them. She's no dummy.

Naturally, that bastard figured the best way

to get rid of him would be to lock him up there.

Well, after all that he's been through,

he probably thinks he's on the French Riviera.

Subjected to forced labour.

Sentence reduction through manual labour they call it.

What is he accused of?

What do you think?

That this is the United States of America?

Uh, right, but...

Here in Spain, sweetie,

everyone is presumed guilty until proven otherwise.

We have to do something.

Yeah, pray so they set him free soon.

What can we do?

We're just a handful of poor comic troupers.

Uh, not exactly "poor"...

You're welcome.

And might one inquire who you are?

A member of the film crew.

Really?

Well, I hadn't seen you.

Grip Head.

Oh!

Does Mr. Boss have a name?

Leonardo Sánchez.

But you can call me Leo.

Or Bernardo... Give me a break.

Funny girl.

Where do you see a "funny girl" around here,

smarty-pants?

A girl...

who thinks she's a star.

Stars? That's exactly what you'll be seeing

from the smack you're gonna get if you move an inch closer.

Would you mind telling me what you're waiting for?

I don't have all day, you know.

You're gonna tell me you didn't like it?

Did I say anything?

You haven't said... but you have done.

How about you? Are you gonna tell me you didn't like it?

Well... I liked the beginning,

but the end...

Well, I liked everything.

I'm going to the mountains, I've left the crochet in Sierra Nevada.

That's so you learn what a woman is like, a real woman.

Well, she hits like a truck-driver.

That means she likes you.

Come in.

Trini, can you tell me where you put the ring?

Hello, Macarena.

You're... Ana. Right?

You have good memory.

I've come to ask you a favour.

It's about Blas.

I want you to know that between Blas and I...

A little late for excuses, don't you think?

That's true.

Sorry.

What happened, happened, but...

now he's in a real jam.

Yeah, I heard.

I'm worried about what could happen to him.

We have to help him.

We?

You.

Me?

On Sundays, family visits are allowed.

I can give you a pass.

But I'm not a relative.

My daughter's papers.

She's in Mallorca on her honeymoon.

My kids don't know a thing.

But we don't look alike.

You're an actress, aren't you?

Well...

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

Hello.

You're new around here, right?

Yes. I'm here to see my dad.

Okay, go ahead.

Thanks.

I know that face...

I've seen it somewhere.

Yeah, right, in the movies. Give me a break.

Dad!

Daddy!

Oh, Daddy! I'm so happy!

Oh my God!

How are you, Dad? What happened to your leg?

Pretend that I'm your daughter.

My what?

Sweetheart!

- Macarena. - Mag-dalena, you idiot!

Right, Magdalena.

How's your mother? And your brother?

- Good... - You've aged overnight!

What a knockout!

Right, Dad, don't get too excited.

You know how delicate your heart is...

Right, my heart, my heart...

I'll be...

I'll be right back. I'm going to chat a while with...

my daughter Maca... agdalena.

You don't know how much we miss you.

- Yes. - Especially Mom.

What a joke! She re-marries and now she's missing him.

Look what I brought you!

I brought you tobacco.

Some honey, books,

a scarf that Trini sent you...

There's also a letter from your wife.

What does she say?

How do I know! You think I read it?

She's why I'm here.

You, men are something else...

Why do you always have to blame women for everything?

She doesn´t wish you harm.

If I'm here, it's because she asked me to come.

She's very worried about you.

I thought you came because you wanted to.

I'm here, aren't I?

Fontiveros...

You have to get out of here before something worse happens.

What are you doing? Are you nuts?

One kiss, Macarena, for the good ol' days.

Good ol' days?

What days were those?

No, Blas.

We already have enough problems.

You have problems, too?

What do you say...

Blas...

Our thing ended long ago.

Macarena!

Fuck!

See? Can't you see it's just not meant to be.

One more time, Macarena...

Although if I lose my leg and never walk again.

This man, my God...

Macarena, one more time.

Look...

OK, once and the last one.

- So, peace first and then some glory. - That's it. Glory. Glory.

You're my glory.

OK, Blas, less talk and more...

What a woman!

Is she really your daughter?

Waterfall!

You look so pretty, you creep.

The years sit well with you.

Thanks, Lucía, you're a doll.

Let's see, come, let me help you.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Can't blame a woman for trying...

Damn...

Hey, don't think you're the first...

Garbo already tried.

Garbo did what?

How lucky you are!

How long have you been...?

What can I say? Men have been a letdown.

And that Mr. Norberto episode...

What happened?

He died.

Yeah, but he was over the hill.

Yeah...

His ticker gave out while he was on top of me.

Oh, that's bad!

But he died happily.

You can't imagine the expression on the bastard's face...

What about you, Macarena, aren't you a little fed up with men?

Not really.

But sometimes I'd like to.

Now it's set.

Ready!

- Let's roll. - We'll see if they really are!

Ready!

- Pepe! - Yes?

Which way do I look?

- What? - At where the horse is?

The horse! Erm, yeah...

It's moving.

Give me a mark.

Yes...

Luismi!

Sorry, where should Miss Macarena look at?

You look at this side of the camera.

Left of the camera.

Let's do something,

you look at him.

To the Grip Head.

Just what she needed.

Come on, everybody let's go.

Motor!

We've cut!

It's a good one.

Hon, they yelled "cut".

You can stop looking at him now. Let's go.

Let's make a break for lunch.

You have 30 minutes, Miss Macarena.

Thanks, Pepe.

Finish up here. I'll be right back.

Julián!

What do you think, Castillo?

- This is something else, huh? - Yes, of course.

Before you looked like Balthazar at a parade for The Three Wisemen.

And... your big scene is this week!

Really?

Which one?

"The Sigh of the Moor" scene.

Boabdil cries while looking at Granada for the last time.

It's your big moment.

Ah, that's nothing. Crying is no big deal.

I think it's very hard.

Not at all! When I have to cry, I cry.

I have no problem with it whatsoever.

How do you do it? Do you think of sad things like the Americans do?

That's for sissies, Castillo.

I have a trick that never fails.

Really, how do you do it? Come on, tell me!

I'll tell you, but give me your word that it doesn't leave this room.

These are... tricks of the trade, professional secrets, you follow me?

Mum's the word, Julián. No problem.

Look, it's very simple.

When I gotta cry,

I put my hand in my pocket,

grab one of my balls

and pinch it. Look.

You're gonna hurt yourself!

Look.

Oh my God!

Very impressive.

See? No "Estanislaski", no nothing.

I come from the Actor's "No-Study-o".

Miss Macarena, we're ready for the rehearsal.

Hurry up...

Go, run, careful, don't let anyone see you.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph...

Trini! Help me out.

Sweetie, you're incorrigible.

Oh, Trini, you cannot imagine...

Of course I can,

that's some man there...

- The kind you just don't see anymore. - Miss Granada,

we are ready for a rehearsal.

So am I!

Hold on a sec!

Ready.

Someone who can help Miss Granada!

Well, what?

What do you mean... "what"?

Was I right or not?

Sure you were. I don't know what you're talking about, though.

What I said about her being a real woman.

For sure.

I just didn't get why she was yelling, "Yes, yes, yes..."

Kid, you are thick!

It means "I love it" in English.

Yeah, I got that,

but why does she have to scream it in English?

Well, that's very simple, dear.

It's because her sentimental life, let's say,

has taken place mostly in the United States.

Oh, right...

Sure...

California, to be exact.

Goodbye!

What's today's special?

I could eat a horse!

That's what happens when...

We have to get him out of there...

Get out? Who?

Where?

You're crazy. You don't know this country...

What are you thinking? That this is a MGM movie?

I can't believe it, Castillo.

Who went down to the station house to bail you out

when you were arrested for public lewdness and caught...

No need to get into the nitty and gritty.

I think we all know each other here!

What about you, Lucía,

who gave you your first role?

Yeah, but it was a supporting role.

I'm still waiting for my crack at a leading lady spot.

Well, take a number.

Julián, who got you out of doing electrical work

and made you into an actor?

Blas. That's true.

Here it is.

Don't look at me.

I was already a leading lady when I met him.

He was nothing more than a... lowly assistant director.

Though...

he was the best-looking assistant at any of the studios!

And my uncle was a taxi driver...

I've heard it a thousand times.

Fontiveros always used him to run errands.

And one day he said: "Bonilla, you're a production guy!"

And look how he ended up, a "whore-monger".

Or a pimp, as you call him here.

Yes, and that's why we all love him,

but that doesn't mean we're going to risk our lives for him...

Yes, this is not a joke.

This is serious stuff.

It'll be curtains for you and they'll think nothing of it.

And that'll be the end of that.

Sweetie...

It's a snap.

The movie-making capital of the world... Real movies.

This country is too small for me.

There's no work for a mature leading man.

But, in Hollywood...

There is...

There is...

Ronald Colman.

Also... Louis Calhern.

Charles...

Laughton.

"Hum-pry Bogart".

"Charles Boyer".

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Fuck!

Damn...

Look...

Look...

Look... Hey... Please.

This isn't funny at all!

I'm getting angry!

Shit, now we're going to have to call the prop master

and the weapons wrangler to set me free. Goddammit!

Help!

Is anybody there?

Why do these things happen to me?

Me, of all people.

I'm going to kill him.

I swear it, I'm gonna kill him.

I can't believe it...

Didn't you ever think of escaping?

Escaping from here is no problem.

But it would be like leaving one jail to enter another.

The real jail is out there.

There's barely any surveillance here. People escape from here all the time.

Above all on Sundays!

And in the summer...! Whoa, dozens.

True. But they always catch them.

You have to have good friends on the outside.

Like you. People with power.

Movie people?

You're dead wrong!

We, movie people, are nothing!

Hey, you three!

Go to the gallery. Move on!

We need to prop up some posts.

There's been a leak and it's getting worse.

Great timing...

You stay here. You can't do very much with that limp of yours.

No! The three of you.

You don't need your feet to swing a pick.

You don't need `em to fuck either.

Come on, speed it up!

Someone inside will tell you what you have to do.

Come on, speed it up!

We don't have all day!

You! Take this.

You over there!

You here.

And you here!

And, who are you?

None of your business.

Do as you're told!

I'm the engineer!

Engineer...

Leave it all well underpinned!

We don't want any more accidents.

Something is rotten here.

Why do you say that?

That guy...

That guy looks as much like an engineer as I do a bishop.

Damn it...

Whoa, this looks bad...

Wait...

Don't do anything. Let me do it.

You go over to that one.

- Get away! Get away! - Be careful, Ramón! Be careful!

Ramón!

God, God!

Careful!

This was a set-up.

They were going after you.

Poor Ramón...

We've cut!

We're gonna film the close-ups now! Actors on the horses!

You look amazing.

Shut up, I'm so nervous...

Rosales, to the horse.

What?

Sure, it's...

It's your close-up.

You wouldn't want someone else to do it. It's your big scene.

I don't care, even if it's the Storming of the Bastille.

What do you mean?

There's nothing in the script about horses.

- Read down there. - Where?

- Here! - Where?

"Orse".

That means horse?

Julián, you were fantastic, really!

I had goosebumps.

I was this close to crying myself.

No doubt you got carried away squeezing your balls,

but you were spectacular.

Not even Marlon Brando could have...

You gave it so much...

so much depth, I don't know...

And, if you'll allow me, and don't be offended by this, Julián,

you gave him a touch of...

femininity.

Femenine, me?

Julián!

Today you've earned your keep. All the Americans are very impressed.

What the hell happened to you?

Nothing, just another beating...

When it's not for one thing, it's for another.

All I get is doors slamming in my face.

Mr. Larsen here...

says he wants to hire you for an upcoming pirate film with Errol Flynn.

What are you saying!

Shit, you're so touchy today.

Can't even give you good news!

We have to act quickly.

If not, it'll be too late.

Lower your voice, dear, you never know who's listening.

I've been thinking and I believe we have to do it on Visitors' Day.

I can go as his daughter, the way I did last time,

then take him across the field

to a spot where you'll be waiting with a car and some clothes for him.

It sounds easy, but...

I don't know, the plan still needs to be developed some.

Guys, I am so...

impressed with Torralba.

Overnight he's become... a great actor.

Greater than Charles Laughton.

Is there something wrong?

We can't talk here. We have to find a more discreet place.

Talk about what?

We need to find a place...

away from work.

But where?

Why don't you come to the theater tonight?

I don't know... theaters...

When we finish the performance...

We'll meet in my dressing room.

At that time, there's no one left but the guard

who is an anarchist.

Plus, he's Catalonian.

OK, OK, great.

That thing you and your friends are plotting...

What?!

Now you eavesdrop on other people's conversations?

Well, yeah. I listened in and heard enough to get an idea.

Well, forget what you heard if you don't want me to forget you the same way.

Abracadabra and you're gone!

Look, my queen,

that thing you're cooking is totally amateurish.

So you get an idea of how much I love you, I'm going to help you out.

You?

Thank you very much, Superman.

Why should I trust you?

Because I know about these things.

And you and that band of yellow-bellies don't have the slightest idea.

And you do, of course?

Well, yeah, babe.

I'm part of the struggle.

What struggle?

The struggle for freedom.

For the working class. For culture.

There are people working underground.

We're not many, but we aren't few either.

And what you guys are planning, may be over your head.

Or yours.

Well, mine too probably.

It's what it is.

Would you get Fontiveros out?

Yes.

Your Fontiveros.

And at the same time, someone much more important for the country

and those who are fighting for freedom.

If we're successful, all hell is going to break loose.

We have to plan it well.

Yesterday was better. They applauded for ten minutes.

Today, they were a bit on the cold side...

Okay, we're all here.

The sooner we get started, the sooner we're done.

I've been looking at the shooting schedule and I believe we have only one chance.

One hurdle, though. We'd have to convince the Americans

to shoot the surrender of Granada in Madrid.

Impossible, they want to shoot in exteriors.

Right, that's the idea,

but we'd have to shoot the Granada Sierra scene in Guadarrama.

Mr. Spiegelman would be happy because we'd save on trips and per diems.

We're over budget as it is.

I'll handle it. I'll say that I refuse to go to Granada,

because that's where they killed my father.

Macarena, your dad died in Cordoba's prison.

Who gave you the authority to address this issue?

Hey, didn't he die of typhus?

Alright, what about Federico García Lorca then?

Right, can't overlook that.

That day the second unit has the Christians' cavalry charge

on its schedule.

Some of the extras could perhaps get confused,

enter Cuelgamuros and rescue Fontiveros.

But who rescues him? The extras?

How dumb can you get. The extras?

We do!

There will be guards, armed security.

They could shoot us!

Don't be a scaredy-cat. There's hardly any security.

The problem won't be getting him out of Cuelgamuros,

but getting him later to the French border.

There are roadblocks all along the route.

When did you say we shoot the cavalry charge?

Not this Saturday, next.

We've got ten days to get a plan together.

Oh, what a pity!

I won't be able to be there. That day, we take everything down.

Wardrobe, the set... in three trucks

and head for Barcelona, with the entire company.

Oops! I screwed that one up!

Done!

Everybody ready, we're gonna shoot, please!

Cut!

We've cut!

...and the horses.

Everybody else can go! Thank you very much!

Come on, Trini, quick!

Sweetie...

I don't know why you feel you have to go with them.

Trini, drop it! We discussed this already.

Take the helmet.

But there will only be one goat?

Yes, but don't stop with the goat, turn to the left.

When you see the goat, turn to the left. As soon as you see the goat, go left.

This guy thinks he's the film's real director.

Holy shit! He's a Communist!

Leo, he wants to join us.

Good luck!

Oh, Jesus...

What's wrong?

This one has decided to come.

Now what do we do?

So he comes then.

Thank you.

- Bonilla! - What?

What I don't get is why I can't go.

No, Julián, we agreed that only "the Christians" go.

What about her?

She's supposed to be a Christian! And besides she is the one in command.

Let's go, Lucía!

Look, Gary, don't even talk to me. This is not moment, please!

Damn it.

These are the Juanelos.

You can't imagine what it was like to haul these columns of rock from Toledo.

Come.

Come up here.

Come here.

- Come up. - Careful, careful!

- Up! - Damn!

We're stopping here for a smoke.

No, not now.

You shouldn't.

A day is a day.

You're right.

You're walking much better.

Yeah, I am.

I don't think you need the cast anymore.

But... What the...?

Santiago, have you lost your mind?

Santiago!

Santiago, stop it! Goddamn it.

Don't move from here until they come for you.

What does he mean by "come for you". Who?

Who cares?

God bless whoever comes.

Are we all ready?

Shooting is about to begin! Please.

We'll start alongside you,

and when we hit the curve, we'll be ahead of you,

and the horses will be behind the camera!

Got it? Riders in double line!

OK? Got it? Rolling!

Let's go! Action!

This is a man's job.

I started this whole thing and I'm gonna be there till the end.

For Spain and Fontiveros!

Let's go, Blas!

What's up with you? Have you gone mad?

Yeah, you got a problem with that?

What?!

I don't see what's so funny...

Double line! Double line!

The goat!

Here's the goat!

- Which goat? - She's so cute!

Hello!

Hello.

I'm getting too old for this...

You're not too old where vice is concerned.

Look who's talking.

Can we keep the party going? I'm nervous enough!

That way!

No, man, these people belong to the movie!

Nobody gets in without permission!

What's going on?!

Another one from the film. Let him pass!

No way! Christians can pass. But Moors... not a chance!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Mary, Mother of God!

What the hell was that?

What the hell was that?

Eh? It's nothing.

Just a routine blast.

Nothing to worry. Change the chassis.

There's still some film left.

Do as I say, dammit!

Load the camera!

I knew this could only end up badly!

What was that?

Nothing. Get ready, we're leaving.

Where to?

I'm coming, Blas!

Here's the goat!

It's over here!

Trini.

The girl...

I don't know how to thank you, Macarena.

Try writing a letter if it all works out well.

Come on, we gotta get back to the shoot before they return to the campsite!

Thanks, my Queen.

Good Luck.

Come on, have them change their clothes. Quick and into the truck!

We have no time for fancy salutes.

Come on and put some civilian clothes on, Blas!

What did you do with the other shoe?

- I don't have it. - Now, what do we do?

Here, one of this.

Quick, we have to get out of here.

Come on, run, Blas!

- Good luck, Fontiveros! - Good luck!

- Let's go. - He's going to need it.

He will and we will.

Goodbye!

Damn it!

Julián!

Castillo!

Castillo!

It really stinks in here!

It's cow shit.

I know I haven't shit in my pants.

Have you?

No! Not yet.

To me it smells like Glory!

Come on, everybody ready. We're about to shoot!

We're rolling on our way back to the base camp.

Rolling!

Thanks. Good luck and have a safe trip.

I'll have a stew in your honor when I arrive.

- Thanks. - Hope to see you again.

To your health, comrade.

Here, your papers.

You are now called Antonio Fernández.

The only hitch is the photo. It's 30 years old. It's all I could find.

Come on, let's go. They're liable to leave without you.

Nah, Rosales promised me she'd delay things until you get there.

- Rosa? - Yes, Rosa.

- Let's go. Quick. - Thank you.

Okay, go to sleep. I have no idea how we got away with it.

My legs are still shaking.

Well, my ass aches, you don't know how much.

From that... horse.

Shut up, you almost blew the whole operation.

I need a drink.

Now?

Yeah. I need a stiff drink. Besides, it'll serve as an alibi.

Alibi? Ah, right, okay I'm going too.

Yeah, sure, the alibi!

Go up, hon. I'm joining them for a nightcap.

I don't know how your stomach can take it.

Men!

Lucía, don't stay awake for me!

Trini, I won't be able to sleep a wink.

My body is still shaking...

Who would think it?

You were moving like a daredevil today.

I'm going to prepare you a nice warm bath.

That way you can relax a bit...

And I'll order up dinner from room service.

I won't be able to eat a morsel.

Your stomach has shrunk, right?

That's what you always say, then you swallow an entire suckling pig.

Oh my God...

Me too. With all these adventures, my stomach has shrunk.

I'm nervous.

I think we're being followed.

Don't turn around.

When you get to the corner, turn right. I'll go left.

If we're lucky and he follows me, I'll try to throw him off.

We'll meet at the theatre or never again.

Lots of luck.

Thanks.

Stop!

Police!

Papers, please.

Yes.

The photograph is a bit old.

Must be from grade school.

You're going to have to come with me to headquarters.

Come in.

Not a sound.

It belongs to the girl's boyfriend. He's a civil guard.

Kid... where are you going?

For Chrissake...

Can anyone tell me what in the world we're waiting for?

It'll just be a minute, dear.

It's getting late!

I know.

Regarding what happened, mum's the word. They'll shit themselves.

The less they know the better.

We're going, just a minute.

I have to make a call.

Hello?

Mama has left the hospital.

Sorry, but you have the wrong number.

It's me, you fool!

- Oh, Rosa, I didn't recogn-- - No names, Trini!

Oh, right. Sorry I forgot we were using a password.

Thanks for calling. Give my love to mama.

My Lord!

That woman can really fly off the handle!

We're leaving.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

- Let's go. - We'll need it.

Oh, Trini. I won't be able to calm down till they've crossed the French border.

For the moment, I´m going to light a candle for Our Lady of Macarena.

Weren't you an atheist?

So, how is that relevant?

Hey, what's going on?

Relax, it's just me.

Let me stay here beside you for the night.

I'm shitting in my pants. I can't fall asleep.

Imagine us switching back and reforming at this stage of the game...

Good night.

Please get out, we need to check the trucks.

Lift it up.

As Muñoz Seca said to his executioners before they shot him:

"You can take my house and money, you can even take my life,

but there is one thing that you cannot take away.

And that is the fear I feel".

It's full of theater personnel, above all, actors.

Good night, lady.

Good night.

Rosales, we're done for!

- Hide yourself! - Wait, wait!

- Please... - Wait.

- Here. - No!

Please, hide yourself!

I'm not gonna hide myself.

"Don't become disheartened, my daughter. Control yourself;

soon you will be married to the finest and most noble knight in Castille.

He is the one known as 'The Knight from Olmedo'".

"Knife and lance wounds were inflicted on the bulls like Hector.

Armed he looked like Achilles observing the siege of Troy;

dressed in his finest robes he looked like Adonis.

May his fate be right in the heavens above!

You will live protected by a husband who knows the meaning of discretion.

Woe to the lady whose husband is a fool."

Why did you open the door?

Can't a person work in peace, without being interrupted?

Opening night is tomorrow in Barcelona!

Excuse me, madam, but this is a routine check.

Do what you have to do!

Do your "routine check" and let us work, for heaven's sake!

Sorry, madam, continue as you were...

What did you say? "Continue"? You disrupted my monologue!

It's impossible to carry out, I have to start again "Da Capo"!

"I'm not the person who I was;

I've died and the person who was born is neither Don Mendo

nor has he ever been him, nor will he be him ever again.

I am an entity, an illusion. I am a tattered garment, a shadow.

Someone without a country and without a name.

An aberration.

A man who should he discover himself to be a man... would be amazed."

Many thanks.

Good night.

What a savage beast!

A bit over the top, I'd say.

He, on the other hand, was rather... more natural.

Exactly. He was...

Are you crazy, Rosales! Don't you see...?

Me, crazy?

I'm doing Lope de Vega

and you launch into "The Revenge of Don Mendo"?

Since you mentioned Muñoz Seca before and I had done Don Mendo as a student...

with the nerves and all...

Did I do something wrong?

Not to my knowledge...

Seems I'm invisible.

We don't want to arouse suspicions.

Ah, so that's why...

And you? Why don't you look at me when you talk to me?

For the same reason. I don't want to arouse suspicions.

I thought you were embarrassed to talk to me.

Me?

Yeah, you.

Bye.

Oh, this is going to be messy...

But, what is she doing. Is she nuts?

A little bit.

Great, just what we need it.

And what will you do afterwards?

After what?

After the movie.

The next one.

I meant what are you doing after with your life?

Don't you want to travel?

You know, see the world?

What are you trying to say?

Are you dumb or just look like it?

Movies end and people go their own way.

These things happen.

Well, some ships set sail only once in a lifetime.

And if you miss the boat...

You just said something that is very true.

Amen to that.

I don't know what else you want me to say.

I can´t get down on my knees, I´m in my costume.

What did she say to leave you looking like that?

Things.

Great. Another Leo, another mess, no less.

No, my little girl doesn't welcome a gust of fresh air right.

Go ahead.

Bye.

My God.

Franco is coming!

Franco is coming!

Franco is coming!

What a temper!

Translate, we're in suspense here.

- She doesn't want to meet him. - That much we figured out.

Uh, you speak English?

- Franco has arrived! - Goddammit!

Sorry, sorry.

- Miss Granada, it's Pepe... - And Julián!

Can we come in?

No! I'm not going to meet that vicious creep!

Damn it, Macarena, it's very important for the production.

It's key for fostering friendly Spanish-American relations.

Pepe, have you forgotten that my dad died in prison?

Your dad and many others, but it's good that the blockade has been lifted,

that Spain is opening up and visitors are coming...

that you've come back...

These North Americans bring jobs and new opportunities.

Let's see if the country can get back on its feet.

"Get back on its feet"? This is getting back on its feet?

Look, Macarena, you're righter than right.

But, if this movie goes well, a lot of others will follow.

It could be the start of something.

Hear, hear! Let's not screw this up ahead of time.

Macarena, all you have to do is meet-and-greet the guy.

Let him see you film just one shot.

He only wants to watch you do a scene.

He'll probably leave right away. He must have a very tight agenda.

Yeah, he keeps busy by making life miserable for Spaniards

from sunrise to sunset.

Give me a break.

My God, they probably suspect something.

No, no. If they suspected something, we'd all be in prison by now.

What do you want me to say?

If we survived Hitler who was a true leading man,

how can we not take a photo and greet this guy,

who's no more than a supporting player?

How do I look?

Divine, honey.

You try, Trini.

I'll do my best.

I'm not too made-up, am I?

Less than for Mr. Norberto's burial.

- What a "bitch" you can be! - You're so right.

What in heavens possessed you to marry me?

Franco is coming! Please! Everybody ready!

Franco is here.

Americans first!

Please, Americans first! Félix, take this, please!

Everyone ready.

His Excellency, Generalissimo Francisco Franco!

Excellency.

Pepe Bonilla. Here for the Spanish end of the production.

Nice to meet you.

The Producer, Mr. Spiegelman.

Yeah, we already know each other.

Julián Torralba, right?

- At your service, my General. - I used to like your films a lot.

I'm talking about...

That was centuries ago...

- Before the war, I imagine. - More or less.

"Captain of the Flanders Regiment".

- You were very good in that. - Thank you, your Excellency.

We haven't seen much of you lately.

Yes, well, I'm still working, believe it or not.

Working in Spanish cinema also means working for Spain.

Mr. John Scott, the director.

Inform him that we no longer do that.

And all those medals? Did you fight in the First World War?

Yes, erm... He's fought in the first... in the second...

We the military are first and foremost military.

We are part of one large family.

I know all your films by heart

and I must say that no one has been able to portray

the military and the war like you.

The American Actor.

I know very well Mr. Gary Jones.

Tell him I enjoyed very much his work in "The Prancing Pirate".

The Screenwriter of the movie, Mr. Berman.

We ply the same trade.

I, too, have written a script.

Please, excuse me.

Continue with your work. I do not wish to interrupt.

Good day, Miss Granada.

Good day, Excellency.

You are lucky to be a star.

Uh, right... Isn't that nice?

I mean a Hollywood star.

At this time we are not interested in any scandal

that would taint our newly-acquired bond with the Americans.

That's just fine and dandy.

Watch... how he closes down the picture.

Or arrests her. And we have to finish the movie with Ana Mariscal!

I'm sure she doesn't speak English.

What the hell could they be talking about?

Knowing my sweet girl,

she's capable of saying the first thing that comes to mind.

We should move on. This man would like to see a shot.

Boy, the megaphone!

Everyone ready! We're going to shoot! Camera, sound... Everyone!

Miss Granada,

don't think I was born yesterday.

Whether you were born yesterday or not is not my business.

Don't toy with my patience.

We have solid information regarding your participation

in certain recent events.

What events are those?

Miss, don't push me.

You're lucky to have American citizenship...

You got that right. And I'm damn proud of it too.

If you were a Spaniard, I could have you arrested

and locked up in some cell to rot.

Like you did to my dad, right?

So, we're even.

You and I, even?

On the contrary, Auntie Mary.

Well, I think you understand perfectly what I've been saying.

Look, your Excellency.

You know what?

Whatever you say...

I wipe my ass with.

Come on, let's shoot!

THE QUEEN OF SPAIN

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