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Don't drink the wine, idiot.

- Hello, Carmen. - Hello.

- Where is Lucas? - Waiting for you.

Keep an eye on him, Don Anselmo, he's acting strange.

There you go. Three pesetas.

Give me another peseta, this kid eats like a horse.

- Hello, Andrea. - Hello, Don Anselmo.

- How are you feeling? - Fine.

- You don't look well. - I walked here fast.

- Is Lucas in? - Go in, he's getting impatient.

He's been making our lives impossible.

I'll sort it all out.

- Is this your niece? - The youngest.

- When did she arrive? - Yesterday.

Time flies. She's pretty.

- She's very pretty. - And a teacher.

- When is the wedding? - Next year.

- In September. - My best wishes.

Let's see what's going on.

- Lucas! - He's here, Don Anselmo.

- Hello, Lucas. - Come on.

We've been waiting half an hour.

- Did you bring the thing? - Just as well you came.

- He's all yours. - Don't listen to them.

Agustin, bring the flowers.

His mobility scooter is driving him crazy.

Come here, Agustin.

Carry me to my vehicle, I want to use my new legs.

- Careful, don't hurt him. - Buying a scooter at his age...

Let's see. Easy...

Slowly does it. Watch out for the leads.

A beauty, huh? A real beauty.

- Very nice. - Look, Anselmo, it's wonderful.

- Very nice. - The clutch

I know that.

Say what you want, but it's madness

- going to the cemetery. - I'll look after him, don't worry.

Go find a taxi for Don Anselmo. Push.

If you remembered your poor mother like I do...

More than a year since I put flowers on her grave.

You see? He's crazy about the damn thing.

Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.

- Don't worry. - Move it, move it.

See that, Anselmo? Better than having real legs.

- Happy as anything... - Just watch it go.

- Just like that. - Watch out for potholes.

I'll deal with it.

All right...

- Let's see. - Careful!

All this trouble for his mobility scooter.

We should buy him a St. Christopher's medal.

To start it, just do this.

- All right! - Suit yourself.

Just leave me alone!

You need to be careful with these things.

It's a beauty. Is the taxi here or not?

Once he gets something into his head...

Here it comes.

I know that PS means "public service".

- I can see it's a taxi. - I'll sort it out.

Goodbye, Dad.

Stop fussing. I'm not going to America!

- Go back to work. - Yes, Dad.

Follow me. You don't know the way.

- Go ahead, I'll follow. - Come back soon.

- Get going, driver. - Careful.

Sweet Lord. I'm so worried.

- Me too. - Will he be okay?

What do you think?

I'll answer for the vehicle, not the old man...

Amen.

Poor soul.

Maybe it's better for her this way.

At least she never saw me disabled.

Now that you have your vehicle,

many would be glad to get around like you.

True enough.

Still, she would have suffered to see me like this.

Of course.

Go on, lay the flowers on her grave.

- No, no, these ones. - It's all the same.

One bunch is the same as the other.

- All right, let's go. - Let's go.

Off we go.

- Push. - I am.

We'll never get out like this.

- Excuse me, sir. - Yes?

- Could you help me? - Of course.

- We're stuck in a hole. - Don't worry.

- Thank you. - Don't mention it.

- I think it's this way. - No, it's that way.

- That way? - Yes.

You're such a scatterbrain.

All this building work confuses me.

Careful with the corpse!

Pay attention, you're going too far! You never change.

- Can't you see it's here? - Where?

- Here. - I wouldn't have seen it.

I always look out for that statue, but there are so many niches...

Give me the flowers.

- Let's carry on playing. - I want to see that bike.

It's not a motorbike, it's a wheelchair.

I'm pretty sure it's a scooter.

What do you bet? Let's ask him.

All right.

All right, let's be going.

- Hey, are you a cripple? - What? You little brat!

- Get rid of these rascals! - Excuse me!

Playing in the cemetery... Little brats...

Come here right now! Don't bother the gentlemen!

Resignation.

Let's go.

You know my daughters, they must be worried.

I was thinking

as soon as we go,

those kids will steal the flowers.

That's the disadvantage of low niches.

- Push. - They're practical, but...

Now try getting a taxi...

You should have kept the other one.

What do we do?

You better go home slowly.

I'll be back home in a flash with my scooter.

Don't be so selfish! I came here for your sake.

I'll tell you what we can do, otherwise we'll never get home.

- What? - Hop on.

- Where? - My vehicle.

- Your scooter? - Come on.

Get on or I'm leaving.

- Are you set? - Yes.

- Hold on tight. - Don't go too fast.

Don't you worry. See?

I just have to move this lever. This is wonderful.

Slowly does it.

Better late than never.

Nice and slow, nice and slow.

I don't want us to end up in the cemetery.

The bends.

Watch out for the bends. They're very dangerous.

- You're such a chicken. - I'm getting off.

Stop, stop...

Can one not have a moment of peace around here?

Why not study in the dining room?

No, Grandpa. I don't want to mess it up.

Besides, you're engaged. Why learn French?

You should be quiet, that's all.

- What time is it? - What a pain. 11.15am.

11.15am... I bet something happened to Lucas.

Still not there.

Don't just stand there.

Come in and close the door.

- How many eggs did you add? - Two.

- Two. Isn't that enough? - I don't care.

But if I have to invite my friends...

Relax, you won't make a bad impression.

- And that hen... - What do you care?

You've got it in for the hen. Does it bother you?

What a man.

Poor animal, you can't even wander around the courtyard.

Why are you socialising with those weirdos?

I go out, get fresh air, and I have fun.

Off you go, there's nothing for you to do here.

Yolanda sure sweats a lot.

- Are you being taken care of? - I was told to wait.

Are you here for a case? I'm the lawyer's father.

- Pleased to meet you. - Likewise.

- Is it a criminal case? - I don't know.

- They say it's a breach of trust. - There is so much injustice

I'll tell my son to see you straight away.

They didn't let me see the body. Pair of scavengers.

Come in. Don't stand in the doorway.

- Sorry. This is my father. - Delighted.

After all I did for him. He was asthmatic.

You don't know what that's like. How I suffered all those years.

Poor Don Ramiro. A great man.

- What about your trip, Dad? - I'm going with Lucas, he's late...

Something must have happened.

Do you have the sports paper?

Carry on.

- I want it back. - I put up with him for years.

Now he's dead, his children want the news stand.

- The news stand is my life. - Go on.

I find it hard to talk about this in front of people.

- We're working, Father. - Listen

I need money for my trip to the countryside.

- How much? - 200 pesetas.

- How much? - 200.

- Excuse me. - It's all right.

- Be right with you. - I said 200.

Here.

Don't worry about Alvarito. He's my assistant.

And future son-in-law. You were saying about the news stand?

They want to take it away from me.

Sorry.

He's with a real bore.

One of those gold diggers with no manners.

- Don't worry, I'm not in a rush. - No, no, no.

I told him you were waiting for him.

Thank you.

I don't like him taking on certain cases.

Seriousness above all else.

That's true. Yes, sir.

You mentioned it was a breach of trust, didn't you?

- Related to work? - Something like that.

- Grandpa! - Go on. It's just my granddaughter.

I hope that your son decides to take on my case.

- Right. - For God's sake, Grandpa.

- What is it? - Lucas is waiting for you.

I'll be right there. Sorry.

- I'm going on a trip with friends. - Don't worry.

I'm sure you can count on my son. He's marvellous.

Thank you very much.

- Now you look better. - We're boiling to death here!

My mouth is dry.

- Hello. - Morning.

- About time, Nuvolari. - We could be in the shade.

Excuse me. I had to accompany a friend.

Why didn't you give him a lift in your vehicle instead?

The bus always makes you late.

I tried, but the engine choked because of the weight.

If I'd had your scooter... I would have given him a lift.

Mine is fast, but it's not a taxi.

- Arsenio, always complaining. - Of course I am.

I know what'll happen. I'll be saddled with the old man.

And if something happens to him,

I'll pay the price.

- Here come the compliments. - Hello.

- He's so sweet. - It's all that bus's fault.

Come on, let me introduce you.

Look, this is Julita, this guy's fiancee

Faustino, I mean.

- Delighted. - Pleased to meet you.

- Hello... - He can't.

- Perico. - Hello there.

- How are you? - Fine.

- Hello. - Please to meet you.

Hurry up or we'll never be off.

Let me take the packet.

Very nice of you. Thanks.

- What a delightful couple. - Hop on.

I go fast, better hang on tight.

No, not like that. Get your hands off.

You're not coming with me. Go with him, he has a seat.

You'll be better off than in a Cadillac.

Are you all right?

- Don't be afraid. - I'm not afraid. I'm just cautious.

That's lucky. Last to get here, first to leave.

- Get going. - Wait, I can't.

- They drive me mad. - Get moving.

You try carrying this and see.

Leave me alone, I'm in a hurry.

What? You're the ones holding us up.

- Who do you think you are? - You can't get on with that.

Show some manners, I'll get on if I want.

- And with packages and all. - Idiot!

- Riff-raff... - What a bunch.

I'm here to uphold the rules!

Which rules? Show some humanity.

That's what's missing. Now we have to walk.

You're sweating. You must be tired.

It's not tiredness. It's all the fun.

I'm having a ball.

- I'm having such fun, Lucas. - Yes, I saw you dancing.

- The happiest day of my life. - Look at them kissing.

And you wanted me to stay at home?

- Thanks to this scooter. - I can see that.

It's a marvellous invention.

The whole countryside is yours, fresh air, sun...

You should buy one of these and join our gang.

Take a look at this model. Do you like football?

We go to all the matches.

- Don Lucas. - We're off!

We're off!

I'll lead!

I'll lead.

No, no, wait. Start again.

Let's see the baton.

Always the same music, the same old song.

- Give me some wine. - It's true.

- Not a drop left. - Let's get some, then.

How about if we go to Manolo's inn?

- Nothing left to do here. - I'll pay for two bottles.

Sorry, I can't take you.

It's a rough road.

It's a long way and the road is bad.

Tell him to take me along.

Look, it's best if you stay.

We'll be back shortly. We'll bring you the wine.

I'll be left all alone.

I'm sorry, but I can't take you.

Fine, fine. I'll walk.

- We'll be right back. - Watch your step.

Lucas.

Lucas...

Forgot to shut the door.

Shush.

Lord, you exaggerate.

You're so squeamish.

Keep still.

- Good Lord. - Asuncion!

The poultice, he's getting cold.

Coming, miss.

Keep quiet.

- How are you doing, son? - Terrible.

- If you didn't take off the bandage... - But it's hot.

Spring is treacherous.

Youth...

One day they'll rob you in the metro all dressed up that way.

- No more metro for me. - The poultice!

I have to take a taxi. My legs are so weak.

It burns, it burns...

Put up with it a bit.

- Would you? - Give it here.

When will you give Mother's jewels to Yolanda?

I respect my poor wife's wishes.

When she gets married.

- She'd look so nice with them... - I said no.

- Where are you going? - To a funeral.

Take care, one sick man is enough.

My legs are going to give me trouble.

- Who died? - A friend.

- From the Ministry. - Leave my card there.

- Alvarito, can't you hear the bell? - Coming.

- It must be Mr. Iglesias. - Keep yourself covered.

- Poor thing. - As soon as I'm ill...

The napkin.

- Could I get by? - Listen.

- How's my son's business doing? - Keeps getting better.

- Yes? - Why do you ask?

- No reason. - Right.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Excuse me. - Yes, sir.

- Bye, Alvarito. - Are you the lawyer?

Are you here on business?

- Or collecting alms? - The prior will tell you.

- We're here on business. - Mr. Proharan is sick.

- I'm his assistant. What is it about? - Well...

- The ankle is 17. - Hello.

- I'll be right with you. - Thank you.

Did you note it all down? Come back in 15 days.

On the 15th. Everything will be fine.

- Bye, lad. - Thank you so much.

- Let's go, son. - Goodbye.

Just one second.

- Do you want a brown or black shoe? - My wife didn't say.

I think brown, don't you? Black for a child...

Whatever you say, Don Hilario.

- See to these ladies. - We're in a hurry.

- How can I help? - Hello.

Can you help, please?

You see, doctor

I have a handicapped brother, I'd like to see mobility scooters.

Please come this way, I'll show you our models.

- This way? - Yes, please.

My brother is not completely handicapped.

What's more, my son hasn't made up his mind.

- Are these the models? - Yes, a prototype.

I think they're a good make.

- Practical... - But they don't have an engine.

- I was given this catalogue. - I see.

- Your brother leads a normal life? - Fifty-fifty.

Come this way. I'll show you the very latest.

All right.

It's a revolutionary model for handicapped people.

It's a beauty.

Made in Spain, but with a US license.

Ultramodern.

Aerodynamic. You have all the details here.

- With a full warranty. - Right.

But I'd just like to know the prices.

My brother's son hasn't made up his mind yet.

With no obligation to buy, sir.

It's my boy's First Communion,

so we need the shoes to be white.

In that case, please allow me to offer them to him as a gift.

- Thank you, Don Hilario. - Goodbye.

As I said, don't worry about the money.

My profession is like being a priest.

Take this home and let them look at it.

- I'm at your disposal. - The price.

No problem. We'll come to an agreement.

The main thing is that you look at our models.

You need to take a good look, understand?

Yes, the price.

This model was invented by the Americans.

These models were donated to disabled war veterans.

These scooters are so perfect...

You can even play basketball in them.

- The Rolls is here. - Even people in Rolls come here.

Follow me. This lady is a marquise.

Her son is paralysed,

more or less like your brother.

She's ordered a luxury two-seater.

Excuse me.

Goodbye.

Good morning, Marquise. How are you?

- Fine. - How are you, Don Vicente?

Careful, son.

- After you. - Hello, Alvarez.

Careful.

- Go on, time to get some sun. - Your legs...

Thank you so much.

That's it.

- Careful. - There we go.

Goodbye, son. Goodbye.

Say goodbye to your mother.

I hope you have the scooter soon.

Of course, Marquise.

I promise I'll have it for you as quickly as I can.

If there was a delay, we were not to blame.

The factory is late with...

Goodbye, Marquise. At your service.

What about the mobility scooter? Nothing as usual.

It's a matter of days...

- Honestly... - Let me introduce you.

This gent has a handicapped brother.

Is your brother completly or partly handicapped?

- No, he has weak legs. - Oh, his legs.

- Don Vicente, Don Anselmo. - Hello.

Listen to me.

I need that mobility scooter. My feet are killing me.

We ordered it two months ago and not a thing.

I already complained. Go to the factory.

Take this gent, he needs to see a model.

- It's not urgent. - I'll make a scene.

- Do whatever you want. - You don't know me.

Let's go.

- Did you order a scooter, too? - No.

I just want to know the prices.

You can't beat Don Hilario's prices.

He's unreliable, but the best in Spain.

Unreliable...

Ours is a two-seater. Like a car.

- Donia Lola is on the phone. - Thanks.

Unreliable...

- Just a minute. - It's me, Don Anselmo.

Come in.

What's wrong? Not coming to the mountain?

I told you already. My legs...

Look at this fishing tackle.

And the bait. Alive and kicking.

Sorry, but I'll end up like Lucas.

Don't talk rot. It's the weather.

The neighbours gave us this.

Let me see. This is no good.

Don't make it a habit.

I should be getting used to a mobility scooter.

On about the wheelchair again!

This is all I could find. Maybe this will be better.

- Excuse me. - Come in.

Come in, Mum. It's my mother.

- Hello, Jesusa. - How are you, sweetheart?

- Hello, Don Anselmo. - Who is it?

My mother.

- Aren't you coming on the trip? - No, I'm sorry.

- My legs. - Look at the cake I made.

- Let's go. - I'll end up disabled.

Disabled.

What happened to your aunt?

She got so used to her stick, they amputated her leg.

How dreadful.

- Give me a kiss, Grandpa. - Yes, love.

- Bye. - You stay in bed.

- Read something. - I don't know.

- Don't feel... - Get better, Don Anselmo.

- Come on, let's go. - Okay.

Goodbye.

They're gone at last.

A walking stick...

Goodbye. Take care, all right?

- Asuncion. - What?

Asuncion...

- What is it now? - Listen, Asuncion...

You didn't do me any favours staying home.

- I had the day off... - No, I'm going out.

But not a word to anyone, okay?

As I thought you were all going out,

I invited my cousin here for lunch.

Don't make trouble for me.

And what about me? Charming.

It's a deal. I'll tell him to come up.

I don't want to know a thing.

Make sure the concierge doesn't see or she'll spill the beans.

- Don't you worry. - Get me my new suit.

- Be right there. - Hurry, they're waiting.

But do you have money?

- How much? - Five pesetas.

Kid.

Scratch me, kid.

Lower.

- Ask Julita for a handkerchief. - Okay.

I'm embarrassed about going back to the shop.

- Julita, a handkerchief. - I made excuses for you,

you know me, Don Anselmo.

- Try and understand Don Hilario. - Why?

You order a vehicle from him and then don't even show up...

Hold still. It's looking good.

One should keep one's word.

I told him my nephew isn't interested.

- Yes, but... - You'll mess up everything.

Cut it out. They're waiting for you at the shop.

- All right. What's it like? - Great.

I wish ours was like that. The very latest.

I don't know

I'll go by tomorrow and explain it to him.

That sounds good.

How's it coming on?

A few more final touches and it's done.

- Is it a nice scooter? - A real gem.

You'll see.

Don Vicente thought it was ours

and was wild with joy when he saw it.

Sign the painting, we have to go.

Look what Don Vicente is doing.

Keep still! Leave that alone!

Dear Lord...

If I didn't love this poor idiot...

- Are you worried about something? - No.

- How much, Faustino? - Forty.

- When do they deliver yours? - They said this week.

Here.

Looks like rain.

- How's the portrait going? - It's done.

- May I see it? - What do you think?

- Very nice. - Marvellous.

Hand me that sandwich, please.

- Thank you. - Thank you, Julita.

- Thank you. - Let's go.

No, no, no. I don't know the parents.

How can you refuse? You're coming for lunch with us

because Don Vicente invited you, didn't he?

- Go on, Don Anselmo. - I don't know.

It makes me feel awkward. I can't help it.

There's always room for one more.

- Please go. - And you'll keep me company, too.

- Whatever you want. - You'll love the food.

- I'm sure. - Of course.

- Bye, Julita. - Bye.

They organised one of those feasts. They went hunting, just imagine.

- Bye, Faustinete. - Bye, see you soon.

- Hope you sell lots. - Thanks.

That way, Don Anselmo.

- Be careful. - Yes, yes.

This kerb is terrible.

- Push a little. - Julita, come here.

Coming.

Did you see, Faustino? How sad.

What?

Poor Vicente. An only child, a millionnaire, and look at him.

You can't have everything in life.

Smell that. Doesn't it smell of the sea?

I can't eat anymore. What a meal.

I don't know how to thank you.

Like I said to you, there's always room for one more.

Indeed.

- Have another drink. - For me!

For me!

- Finish the venison. - I'll tell my mummy!

No, no, no.

Our chef is the best there is.

- What a lifestyle they have. - Just imagine.

But poor Vicente can't enjoy any of it.

- Cafe au lait is all. - Poor soul.

The only thing he can digest.

Leave that lobster alone. You have the soup.

- The soup. - I'll tell my mummy.

You'll hurt yourself. No, thank you.

The marquise loves this.

- What do I care? - All right.

- Sir! - Hold still!

Eat your lunch. Have the soup.

- Is this all right? - Okay.

- Congratulations, lad. - He's just like a child.

- Fancy some glazed ham? - I can't eat heavy things.

Thank you. I'm full up.

- Try it. - It's our chef's speciality.

No, really, thank you.

- Chef? - Coming.

I'll prepare a lobster "American style".

I'm bored. I'd like to shave like Daddy.

Sometimes we don't realise it,

but he's not all there.

- I want to shave like Daddy. - I'll have to shave him.

Always the same story.

It's a pain.

If I don't do what he wants, the rascal complains to his mother.

- He's not a bit stupid. - Good afternoon.

This is the butler. The boss here.

- Hello. - At your service.

You can ask him for anything.

Bring us some good cigars, but brand names.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

- Excuse me. - I want to play at motorbikes.

- I want a sausage. - Cut it out!

Hurry up, Don Anselmo, and let's go.

Because this one...

- Okay, done. - Scram, you're in the way.

Take this with you.

Chop, chop.

Come on.

He's like a baby. Poor thing.

Let's play at motorbikes.

Behave yourself or else the doctor will give you a shot!

He's nice.

Let's go.

- You're an artist. - It's no big deal.

- Alvarez. - Yes, Maquise.

- Did Vicente have lunch? - Yes, madam.

- Mummy, leave me a sausage. - Are you going out?

Of course, madam. It's a beautiful afternoon.

Wrap him up warm and don't bring him upstairs.

As you wish, Marquise.

His mother. Our dear marquise.

Here are the cigars.

You could have brought them on a platter.

Since we're all friends here...

Take one.

- Thanks. - Here's a cigar for you.

- Thank you. - I want one!

What for? It's for men.

- Play with your motorbikes. - If you won't be needing me...

Fancy some more dessert? Orange juice, strawberries?

- No, I'm full. - Let's go or he'll kick up a scene.

Hands off!

- Did you like the food? - Very much.

- Very good, isn't it? - I'm grateful.

- He's the greatest chef in the world. - Quite. A genius.

- Bye, Luisillo. - Have fun.

Off we go.

A pity you didn't try any of the chef's desserts.

I couldn't eat anymore. I was full.

Give that lobster to me!

Think you can go for a walk with a lobster?

Give it to me. Wait and see.

- It's mine. - It's yours.

It's a lovely animal.

Lovely and intelligent. I tamed one...

- Just like a kid. - A kind soul.

If it weren't because I'm fond of him...

But he gives me a hard time.

- Come on, sir. - Let go of the lobster.

Take it easy, take it easy...

Calm down, we're going to see the motorbikes.

We have to push him all afternoon.

When you get your motorised scooter,

you'll go along with the others and I'll be all alone again.

Everything will be fine.

- Look at this beautiful afternoon. - Watch out.

You need to persuade your nephew.

WORLD MOBILITY SCOOTER COMPETITION FOR THE DISABLED

- Mr. Alvarez! - Gosh, Don Anselmo.

- Hello, Lucas. - What do you think?

- I'm taking part. - You, race?

Impossible.

What do you mean? Look at my number.

Let's go.

Get ready, the small vehicles are finishing.

They still have a lap to go.

With that scooter, you're bound to win.

When they start the race, no one will catch me up.

- Just wait. - Mr. Proharan.

I'm very disappointed with you.

- I can explain. - You can explain?

I had another buyer, I was waiting for you.

- It's my brother's fault... - Well, here it is.

Let's get one thing clear. Is it for your brother or not?

- I'm a bit confused. - It's really for me.

- It was for you? - Yes.

- Congratulations, Don Anselmo. - Thank you.

- What's wrong? - My legs...

Your legs

I'll examine you in the ambulance.

These sort of symptoms

must be taken seriously from the start.

The doctor says

my joints will get stiff in a scooter.

Be careful. Sit there nice and slowly.

That's the way.

The doctor told you your joints will stiffen in a mobility scooter?

Doctors are only happy when they're cutting you open.

May I examine you?

Just a quick examination.

Necrosis...

Dry tissues...

Bad circulation.

I don't wish to alarm you...

It might result in gangrene.

Just what I thought! But my son...

- Aren't you the head of the family? - Head of the family?

- Mistreated by my family. - Don't you worry.

I'll find a solution. Come with me.

Easy does it. Careful with your legs.

Your uncle is first! He's going to win!

Lucas, Lucas...

Lucas!

- Where were you? - I envy you.

Sorry, I can't talk right now.

- I need to talk. - The race is starting.

- What is it? - It's very important.

- The race is more important. - We'll talk later.

- All right. - Good luck.

Thanks.

Good luck, Lucas!

You have to ride on the back, lad.

I'll speak from the heart.

I'll believe you.

Your legs will stiffen up? Better.

By the year 2000, legs will be history.

Except for football players. Everyone on a scooter!

- Out you get! Don Anselmo is here. - Sorry about that.

- Sit down, please. - There you go.

I'll start it up.

Now some speed.

I'm going to zoom off.

- What do you think? - Amazing.

- Is it comfortable? - Very.

- Just wait and see. - All right.

It's a cinch. A model made for the disabled.

You could stay on it your whole life.

A down payment, a few installments...

And the vehicle is yours.

The important thing is to show your son it's a done deal.

And then just enjoy life!

Step on it, lad!

The lift!

The lift! Shut the doors!

Help!

- Is Yolandita better? - Yes, Don Julian.

- So, how is he doing? - He doesn't have a fever.

- The spoon? - I told you already...

- Come on, Dad. - Let's see.

My legs, my legs -Come on.

- They're dead. - Take it easy.

No

I don't understand why people are afraid of a spoon.

Nothing...

White tongue, needs cleaning.

- My legs, Don Julio. - All right.

- It's my legs! - Take it easy.

Let's take a look.

- What's wrong with Grandpa? - Absolutely nothing.

- What is it? - Mind your dress.

Look how pretty she is. Put your tongue out.

My legs, I can't feel them anymore.

Forty years in this profession and always the same.

The patient knows more than the doctor.

- Disabled, like Lucas. - Take it easy.

Your legs are fine.

It's nothing at all. A slight lipothymia.

- Disabled for the rest of my life. - Don't talk rot.

You have cyclists' legs.

The trouble with you is... What is it?

I'll tell you what's wrong with him.

- All right. - Yolanda, go to the kitchen.

- You can go home. - I'll stay if you want.

Be quiet.

Let me explain.

He's got the idea that he needs a scooter for invalids.

He's been pestering us about his legs for a month!

We even borrowed a walking stick.

I want the vehicle. Yes.

Otherwise, I'm staying in bed!

Don't be so stubborn. Your joints will stiffen up.

- You need a good cleanse! - Seeing is believing.

Don't worry.

Old people are like children. Ignore him.

- Sorry we didn't offer you... - Goodbye.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Dad, Dad.

Here's what I suggest.

Get up for dinner and forget this whole story.

I don't want to lose my patience.

What annoys you is spending money.

The money is mine, I paid for your education.

Stop it!

You're my father, I know that!

Don't you raise your voice.

And get this clear.

Either you buy me the vehicle or I'll die in this bed.

- Stop it! - Until I die.

Matilde.

Matilde, Yolanda, Asuncion.

Calm down, Carlos. The neighbours...

- What a disaster. - Let them hear!

Let everyone hear how I'm treated.

I'll stay in bed. I hope I die here like a dog.

If he doesn't get up, he can't have dinner.

Don't you cry, too.

Like a dog!

Forsaken by everyone, with no one to close my eyes...

Alvarito?

Your father is calling me.

Don't forget the tickets.

- When is the hearing? - At eleven.

- Is he up? - May 1?

Go ahead. He didn't have breakfast.

- He'll end up sick. - This can't go on.

Bring him his coffee. It's sugared.

- Off you go. - And the bread?

That's it.

You do nothing but eat.

- Depends. - Shall we go?

Dad. May I come in?

- Dad. - Leave me alone!

- Get up. - Just leave me alone!

Don't make me angry or

- I don't want to! - Take it easy, Don Anselmo...

Like a child.

- Have some of this. - No!

My suit. My suit.

We have a hearing at eleven.

Matilde, hot water. Get up, damn it!

All right, I'm getting up.

I'll get up, but don't complain later.

If anything happens, it will be your fault.

My legs gave way.

At my age, at my age

I'm going, I'm up.

Regarding the vehicle,

I'll sort it out like I always have.

- Dad! - I'm off.

My shirt is stained, too.

I worked all my life and now I'm being treated like a dog.

Worse than a dog, because dogs are treated better!

This is all worth very little.

Very little.

Very little.

- And these? - They belonged to my wife.

They're of no interest to me, sir.

- How much are you asking? - Five thousand.

- And you'd settle for? - Five thousand.

That's a lot.

Take what's worth something and I'll take back the rest.

It's a lot for all this junk

- I'll give you 4,500. - It's urgent.

- I don't care about the rest. - For a sick person.

Please give me 5,000.

I'm begging you.

German gold is worthless.

Anyway...

- But I feel sorry for you. - Thank you so much.

Don't say a word, be discreet.

It's a lot of money.

Let's see.

One...

Two...

Three

I work hard to make this money.

But here I am, paying you.

Not a word about this.

- I promise. - All right.

- Thank you. - Don't mention it.

No, no, not the box.

You said it didn't interest you.

You can keep this, but this is worthless.

- Why the box? - What about that?

I gave you 5,000 instead of 4,500, too.

Thank you, madam. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

This is hardly worth a thing.

We won't get far like this. Anyway...

Dad, where are you going?

- To my room. - No, come here a minute.

Come here, I said. No need to be afraid.

Come on.

That's it.

Let's talk man to man.

Go into my office. In you go.

Go on.

Take a seat.

Here.

I wanted to put some drops in my eyes.

Let's stay calm.

Where did you get the mobility scooter?

From somewhere with more of a heart than this house.

- From a charity. - Nonsense.

You're lying, you spendthrift.

Article...

Here it is.

Mum's jewellery. Where is Mum's jewellery?

They were mine. I inherited them.

You committed a crime.

Look at the Law.

I don't have my glasses.

- They're mine. - Be quiet.

Wretch, liar, spendthrift! Thief!

It says here. I could declare you irresponsible.

- Your blood pressure, Dad. - Don't cry.

Don't cry, my love.

Don't cry.

Go see your mother.

You, stay here.

We'll get those jewels back right now

and return that damn scooter.

My God, what a disgrace.

What a disgrace.

A tight-knit, happy family...

Disrupted by an old man. An old madman!

- I'm not mad. - Yes you are.

Go and take back the scooter!

It's mine. I bought it.

Besides, I need to eat.

Do you realise? Your craziness cost us 3,000.

The jewels are mine!

I'm going to report you! I won't give it back!

- What about the jewels? - Put them there.

Cut it out.

- I'm not getting in. - Get in.

It's a lot of responsibility.

Leave them in the car.

To the orthopaedic store.

Don Hilario, that old guy is in the car.

Awful. Not only am I on a diet, I can't eat in peace.

Come in.

Pay him no heed! I don't want to give it back!

This isn't the time for complaints.

- Are you the owner? - Yes.

Aren't you ashamed of fooling an old man?

He's not disabled,

it's an old man's folly.

- It's my vehicle! - Just a moment.

You must be his son?

Unfortunately, yes.

There's no need to yell. Remember, this is my store.

This gent is my customer, disabled or not.

You took advantage of him.

Let me explain, Don Carlos.

I'm advising you to reach an agreement.

- And who are you? - Part of the family,

and a lawyer, like him.

I advise you to reach a friendly agreement.

Am I to take that as a threat?

- You deceived my father. - It's my money.

- Calm down. - The jewels are mine.

Calm down! I have a proposition.

I'm ready to give back the drafts he signed.

Don't listen to him.

They're not lawyers, he's still a student

and my son is just a solicitor. Solicitor.

- You need to keep quiet. - Right.

This is a respectable place.

- Quit complaining. - Don't touch me!

- Give me the money! - That is out of the question!

This is a commercial transaction

and according to the Commercial Code, I'm within my rights.

If you are lawyers, you should know that you can't make a claim.

Eight thousand pesetas out the window!

If you won't collaborate, deal with the consequences.

I'll do that. The drafts are at your disposal.

Eight thousand pesetas. That's not all.

My father is a spendthrift.

- When will we have the drafts? - They're in my office

from 9-1 and 4-8 on workdays.

Get out my sight!

I'm a gentleman.

Please go and let me eat in peace.

I have friends who won't let me down.

Quit talking about it, it's getting on my nerves.

You said your profession was like the priesthood.

Don Hilario, please. Don't abandon me.

Who told me it was a done deal?

I'm begging you. My friends will lend me the money.

Please keep it for me for a few days.

- The vehicle is mine. - It was, it was.

Don't forget that, I don't believe you anymore.

I don't trust you now.

Give me a week. Just one week!

A few days more, what's the difference?

Another week.

I'll sell it this afternoon, I've had enough.

Three days. Three days, Don Hilario.

You'll have the money. My friends will lend it to me.

My son won't be able to say anything

and you'll be under no responsibility.

You'll have the money in three days.

You have my word, Don Hilario.

You have my word of honour.

- It's mine. - What about the vehicle?

Leave it there. Let's give him three days.

Thank you so much.

What a day! Where's Julita?

- Right. Don't you know? - What is it?

You haven't been here for a while. She left me.

It's not serious. She'll be back.

- Not serious? - She'll be back.

Do you think Alvarez will come?

What do I care about Alvarez?

- I'll go look for him. - No one cares about me.

She was the only one who took me out.

- Don Anselmo. - What?

Could you blow my nose?

She left me and I loved her.

Don't be upset, she'll be back.

- Bye. - No she won't.

I can't do it.

I have some savings, that's true.

But I'll need them when I retire.

I want to move in with one of my aunts.

I'd love to give you the money if I could.

Alvarez!

The poor boy is sick.

We have a small property in Pozuelo.

After working all my life, I fancy some peace and quiet.

And without money, believe me...

- There's no retirement. - Indeed.

Goodbye.

Don't budge from here and keep wrapped up.

Why not ask Don Lucas?

He has money. And he's your friend, too.

- At the end of the day, I'm... - Goodbye.

What is it now?

We'll call the doctor this afternoon.

- Why do you want a vehicle? - To go out like before.

I won't be a burden anymore. Tomorrow is the last day.

I wish it were today. Come on, off you get.

- No, I won't. - With your legs!

- Help me. - Here's your son, get off.

Don't get me into trouble.

- Get him upstairs. - Your son wants you upstairs.

- He's going to beat me. - Nonsense.

The boss calls the shots.

- Help me, Lucas. - Don't be mad.

If you make up your mind, call me.

This afternoon. Tomorrow will be too late for me.

Your cape.

All here.

I sewed on the ribbon.

What did you put on it?

It's a secret. You'll see.

- This letter has to be answered. - Bye, Daddy.

Bye, sweetheart.

Let me fix this for you.

Go find your mother.

- Go find Mother. - All right.

Bye. Bye, Yolita.

I wanted to buy a suit with my mother.

- It's already the 5th. - The 5th?

Yes, sir.

How time flies.

I don't know...

Alvarito

I'm making a mistake

giving you a fixed salary,

because you're not studying.

And one must start a family.

- Yolanda is... - I do study, Don Carlos.

Yes, of course. How do you want it?

I don't mind.

I said I don't mind.

It's the lecturers.

Quite, but you're too old

to be having fun,

and playing the tambourine.

Thank you, Don Carlos.

If you don't go this afternoon, he'll put the vehicle on sale.

Tell him I'll pay tomorrow. Definitely.

Too late, it has to be today.

Same story again? Tell your boss

that he's not disabled.

- Don't believe him. - He's not disabled.

Leave, get out of here.

- Don Anselmo, please. - Police!

Stop being so childish.

You can run, you can jump.

- You're fine, Dad. - I'm not.

I'll ask for a certificate tomorrow.

I'll have you locked up in an asylum.

You made your father cry. You're a bad son.

- You're crazy. - No I'm not.

- You're mad. - I'm not mad.

Get in there.

Do it once and for all instead of talking about it.

I've made up my mind. I'll have him locked up.

- Will he go to an asylum? - Yes.

We've had enough upsets and embarrasments.

Don't cry, sweetheart.

If he goes, can I have his room?

I'm sick of sleeping in the dining room.

Don't be so selfish, I don't like that.

We get rid of the junk and paint it.

Come on, give me a hand.

We need mothballs, the house is full of moths.

Don't touch the pots, there's no food.

Look at all the moths in your room.

- Always annoying me at work. - Look at this beauty.

My cow is sick and you're here pestering me.

- What do you think? - Who's is it?

Mine.

- Yours? - Mine.

And how did you get it?

- Who gave you the money? - What does it matter?

Now we can go out together.

- Like it? - Marvellous.

- It's better than yours. - Of course.

- Three speeds. - Shut up!

- Looks flashy, but the engine... - Try it out.

You'll see. I'll make you eat your hat.

- Me, eat my hat? - Yes, you.

Come off it. Help me on.

You don't know what you're on about.

- You'll see what real speed is. - Be careful, Agustin!

- Careful with my legs. - Get ready.

I finished the race third!

- We'll see. - If I don't win...

One...

- Two and three! - Off we go!

- Where are you going? - Leave me alone!

Don't be afraid.

- Faustino! - Hello.

- Where's Julita? - We're celebrating.

- I'm not in the mood. - Didn't you make up?

No. It's over, like everything.

- Come on, let's go! - Are we going to leave him alone?

He knows his own mind. If he doesn't want to come...

Come on, let's go!

Let's move it!

- So you aren't coming? - No, I'll stay here.

I know what it's like to be alone.

- Anselmo, come on! - This has a mind of its own.

So I see.

There we go, just as well.

You're staying? Suit yourself.

- Can't you make it up with Julita? - No, I returned the photos.

Hang on.

Is something wrong?

No, everything is fine, that isn't important.

What is important is that you get back with Julita.

- It's silly. - Impossible.

You're both behaving like kids.

Come on, lad, help pack all this up

and I'll take care of it right away.

Don't worry, madam. I'll sort it out.

I'm an expert in love affairs.

Goodbye, madam.

Careful with the scooters.

I bought a vehicle, I'll tell you later.

There he is. Look at him.

Look at him! You made him suffer so much.

You said you were here alone. I don't want to talk to him.

By talking, people understand each other.

Julita, I want to marry you.

You always say that, but then you'll regret it.

I didn't want you to make sacrifices.

Don Anselmo brought you here.

You're not fooling me. You have your job.

- I'll take you to work. - It's only worth it with you.

- Silly. - All right, let's go.

Wait, the brake is on. Nice and quickly.

Done.

Let's go.

Come on, hurry up.

Hang on, the train engine is moving.

Now, quickly.

Stop.

Your ID, please.

- Your name? - Anselmo Proharan.

- Where have you come from? - Madrid.

- Where are you going so late? - To Navalcarnero.

Let's check that.

Anselmo Proharan...

All right, follow us.

Can I keep my vehicle in prison?

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