All language subtitles for La Prima Angelica (1974)

COUSIN ANGELICA

Chorus: "The Lord is my Shepherd"

That's because he rides in the
back seat. It won't happen up front.

Let him get some fresh
air, he'll get over it.

The cologne will
freshen you up, Luisito.

Mom, I don't want to go to granny's.

I want to stay with you two.

You said the same thing last summer.

And then you had a great time.

Don't you remember?

This year you've grown
up and won't cry ?right?

I always want to be with you two.

It's not possible, son.
We'll come for you very soon.

A month flies by. Don't be silly.

Come on, Luisa. It's getting late.

You'll have a wonderful time.

Remember last year. You
didn't want to return to Madrid.

That's right, my boy. You'll have
a splendid time with those witches.

Feeling better? Come on, get in.

No. Not the green one.

- Good morning. Do?a Pilar Fuentes?
- Yes, this is the house.

Tell her it's her nephew Luis.

Come in. Come in.

Come this way.

Madam is expecting you.

Madam, your nephew Luis.

Luis...

- Is that you, Luis?
- Yes, aunt. How are you?

So many years...

- So many years...
- You look fine.

Yes, I'm fine.

Old... but fine.

And you? How are you?

- I'm also fine.
- Really?

Let me look at you.

A miracle.

Without a miracle, I
couldn't have seen you again.

Sit down, sit down.

- Do you still play the piano?
- No.

These won't obey anymore.

Aunt, I would have preferred to
bury my mother without troubling anyone.

But mother spoke of a family
vault and I need your permission.

What permission?
She had every right.

Poor thing. Carrying her in the
car as if she was a piece of furniture...

It's just a change of
venue for her remains.

She died 20 years ago.

It's not my mother, just
what remains of her.

It's a...

I know.

I know. Now come with me.

I'll fix your room.

I'm staying at the
hotel, don't bother.

What do you mean at
the hotel? By no means.

- I'll fix your room.
- I'm fine at the hotel...

I don't want to trouble you.

What trouble? On the
contrary, you'll keep me company.

A hotel, for heaven's sake! With
this beautiful room here.

By the way... Have you
already seen Angelica?

- Angelica?
- Yes, Angelica. Your cousin.

Look at this room!

The camphor really smells! Truth
is, I overdo it with the camphor.

And how is Angelica doing?

See? You'll feel like a king here.

The camphor smell will go away fast.

Angelica? Angelica lives downstairs.

The apartment was
vacant and they bought it.

Just one thing...

Anselmo will take care
of the burial procedure.

I'm really grateful to you
but I prefer to stay at the hotel.

Let's see...

Do you recognize me now?

No. I'm sorry, I
don't recognize you.

Let's see now...

The Salesian school!

Father Florentino?

London Eyes!

- London Eyes?
- Sure, that's it.

Sagun. Felipe Sagun.

We used to sit together.

He was quite a character.

I'm sorry... but with that attire...

Care to explain
what "London Eyes" means?

It's a movie that the
priests used to show us at school.

These eyes would appear
in the walls, in the sky...

everywhere.

- It was really frightening, right?
- That's right.

Inquisitive blue eyes...

Cruel eyes...

Well, we can bury your
mother whenever you like.

No problem.

- Tomorrow at 11?
- No... I can't in the morning.

I have a union meeting.

It's all right,
Anselmo. I can take care of it.

No way. What's the family for?

Could it be in the
afternoon, around four?

Sure. At four o'clock, then.

So, where do you live now? Madrid?

No, in Barcelona.

- Isn't this the Roman music?
- Yes, sure.

- So, how's it going with you?
- Fine, very good.

Are you married? Got any children?

None, I'm single.

Come on, let's get on with it.

You, Mr. Cayetano. And
the boy: Luis Hernandez.

Ready.

Now!

Remember, absolutely still. As
if you were made out of marble.

This is for Luisito.

Fine.

Aunt is coming!

Luisito, this letter is for you.

Who opened it?

Grandmother opened it.

You won't get upset about it, right?

- Did you get anything out?
- Can't do it.

- How about with a magnet?
- I don't have one.

Madrid, July 5, 1936.

Dear son; we got your letter and
we're very happy to know you're all right.

At the end of the month, we'll go
get you so we can spend August together...

by the sea. So, in a few
days, we'll all be together, son.

We really look
forward to seeing you.

You shouldn't say all those
things that you're saying, son.

I'm sure everyone is
making an effort so that you...

can have a good time and be happy.

You also have to
make a small effort.

You have to be obedient and behave.

Until very soon, son.

Loads of kisses from
your loving mother.

- This too?
- We have to see how it hangs.

Bend down.

Be careful.

Be careful with the sleeve.

Hurry up! Shut it all up! Come on!

What's going on?

Let's pray the Rosary. In
the name of the Father...

Mother, what's going on?

The power's out.

Must be the utility.

A disaster's coming.

Hail Mary, full of
grace, the Lord is with thee;

blessed art thou among women, and blessed
is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

- Mother, I'm scared.
- Don't be afraid, darling.

What should we do?

- Should I open the door?
- No, Miguel. Don't do it.

I'll go.

Things are getting complicated.

- Heard any news?
- No. Did you hear any news?

Did you hear the shots?
I believe it's the U.G.T.

And the army? What are they
doing? What are they waiting for?

I don't know.

The radio!

Silence!

Not a single station.

A disaster. That's
what's in store for us.

Attention! Attention!

Our city has become part
of the Salvation Movement!

- General mobilization has been decreed.
- Our side!

I'm so glad!

Open up the
windows! Let the sunshine in!

We have to
celebrate. Bring some cognac!

Luisito...

Now your father and his ilk
will know what's coming to them.

Angelica, serve your
cousin another drink.

- No, thanks.
- Come on, we have to celebrate.

Of course.

- Ice?
- No, thanks.

Aunt Pilar is looking well.

She'll end up much
better than my father.

She has deteriorated after
she stopped playing the piano.

Isn't that so, Anselmo?

Aunt Pilar? She's
living the good life.

Every day, from home to
church and from church to home.

Listen, Luis, tell me something. All
this boom they're talking about.

This book avalanche.

Are the books selling or not?

We can't complain. We've
sold quite a few this year.

The impression I get
is that nobody reads.

I used to... Well, I've
never been a great reader.

But now it's
impossible. You need time to read.

And I'll tell you something
else. I prefer a magazine... or the TV.

Everything's already chewed and digested.
It enters through your eyes.

Who has time to read nowadays?

You like to read, don't you?

Depends. But yes, I like
to read. Poetry most of all.

"I dreamt that you were
walking me along a white path

"in the midst of a green
field, towards the blue hills

towards the blue
hilltops, on a calm morning. "

Did you write it?

It's pretty, mom, go on.

Don't know if I'll remember it.

Let's see.

"A calm morning... "

"I felt your hand in
mine, your friendly hand.

"The girl's voice in my ear...

"like a new bell...

like a virgin bell
from a spring morn. "

But... how old were
you when you wrote that?

You must have been... 10 or 11.

What do you know? We
have a poet in the family.

No. I didn't write that.

I copied it from Antonio Machado.

Who did you say you got it from?

Antonio Machado, dad.

Oh, Machado. Right... Machado.

Madam, whenever you're ready.

- Ready for dinner?
- Whenever you say.

Let's go.

Luis... You probably
want to wash your hands, right?

OK. Thanks.

This way.

I'm really glad to have met you.

Your family here is a bit like...
You don't mind me saying it, do you?

- No.
- The black sheep in the family.

Crazy. Over thirty years have passed
and some people still remember the war.

Ask my daughter what she knows about
the war. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

It's natural, time
erases everything.

We'd be in trouble if it wasn't so.

It's funny...

Me coming here... all
these forgotten things...

I'm seeing you on July 18, 1936...

shutting windows, nervous...

Me in 1936?

I was a little kid, and I
was in Burgos with my parents.

Are you serious?

- Here's a clean towel.
- I'm starving.

Your cousin is a five-star cook!

How are you, Angelica?

Fine... fine.

Glad to see you again.

So am I.

And your father?
Didn't he want to come?

No.

Of course.

May the Lord be with you.

Let's pray.

Forgive, O Lord,
your servant Luisa's sins.

So that she can find her
place among your chosen ones.

- In the name of Christ, our Lord.
- Amen.

Poor darling!

Luis, let's go.

But how could you
confuse Anselmo with my father?

Look.

Convince yourself. What did my
father and Anselmo have in common?

Obviously, nothing at all.

Like I told you, I
have some confusing ideas.

Let's see. How old were you in 1936?

In 1936 I was... 9 years old.

How could you be 9 years old?

Of course I was. I'll show you.

Look at me.

Who's this?

This is aunt Pilar
when she was young.

This is my
grandmother. And this is my mother.

Your grandmother.

- Proust's cupcake.
- Whose cupcake?

Piles of papers have been
written about Proust's cupcake.

Proust, a writer, once
dunked a cupcake into a cup of tea...

suddenly, his mouth was filled with the
flavor of geraniums and orange blossoms.

- His grandfather's garden.
- You can come to the table.

The chocolate is ready.

It's true. Those things happen.

A fragrance... I don't
know... some music.

And in some new places you get the
feeling you've been there before.

I went on a school outing, and when I
reached the place I already knew it.

I had dreamt about it.

- It's good, isn't it?
- Excellent.

- I have to go, mom.
- Go, go.

Good bye, son. Behave.

Don't cause any trouble.

Pilar, take good care of him.

Don't worry. He'll behave
really well. Right, Luisito?

We'll take care of it. Any trouble
and he'll be going to mass every day.

A kiss.

Mom, I don't want to stay here.

I want to go with you two.

A month flies by, son. You'll have
a great time, I've already told you.

Goodbye, Angelica.

Bye, beautiful.

- Goodbye, mother.
- Goodbye, darling.

Good Lord.

I'm sure you don't go
to mass in Madrid.

I thought so.

Why must this happen to us, Lord?

Why? Why?

Come on, Luisito. We have
to put away your clothes.

A month flies by, Luisito. You'll
have a good time here.

Better than in Madrid, you'll see.

Luisito...

What's wrong?

Are you going to cry?

Come on, don't be
silly. You're already a man!

Come on!

- Aunt.
- What?

My father would never come in when
he used to come here, right?

No.

All right. I'm finished.

Come on, Luisito. Let's
go pick some berries.

Coming or what?

Luis!

Where are you?

Warm!

Warm! Warm!

Cold! Cold, cold!

Cold!

Angelica!

Angelica, wait for me.

You're dumb and dull. You
behave like a child.

Can I have a berry?

- Do you know what they were saying?
- No. What?

That if Pilar had married your
father, everything would be different now.

But why?

Because she met your father before
your mother did. Your mother stole him away.

- Didn't they tell you anything?
- Not to me.

My grandmother says that Pilar
could have changed your father.

And that your mother is a fool.

My mother's no fool.

If your father had married
Pilar, you would be her son now.

- What has your father done?
- Nothing!

He must have done something.

Something very bad. Grandma says
that when the Nationals reach Madrid,

he'll be shot.

My father?

You said the same thing last summer.

All that crying. And
then you had a great time.

Don't you remember? This
year you're older.

You're not going to cry, right?

I want to be with you two.

It's not possible, son.
We'll come for you very soon.

A month flies by. Don't be silly.

Come on, Luisa. It's getting late.

You'll have a wonderful time.

Remember last year. You
didn't want to return to Madrid.

That's right, my boy. You'll have
a splendid time with those witches.

Feeling better? Come on, get in.

Chorus: "Mary, Mother of God".

Come in.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, aunt.

- Did you sleep well?
- Splendidly, but, why did you bother?

I was going to get up.

No... you didn't
miss your bed, did you?

Not at all. On the contrary, it's
much better than at the hotel.

It's a spring mattress, of course.

There's wool in here.

Look, I've fixed you these toasts...

- but if you want something else...
- No, this is fine.

Yes? Try it. Try the coffee.

Very tasty.

Luis... Luis.

I'll leave you
alone. I know I'm a bore.

Anything else to wash and iron?

No. But don't trouble
yourself, aunt. Really.

The mortified nun was there.

"The world perished, and
its concupiscence".

There was a washbasin here.

They must have thrown it away.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Did you sleep well?
- Very well, thanks.

- Goodbye, son.
- Goodbye, aunt.

Slept a while, didn't you?

Hi. Yes, I had a long sleep.

- Hi, Luis.
- Hi, Angelica.

You look busy.

Anselmo wants to know if you'd
like to come to the country on Sunday.

- To the country?
- Come on, come with us!

All right, fine.

This is the only classroom still
with the old kind of desks.

They've been replaced elsewhere.

So you're one of the old
timers, when I attended here.

Well, I couldn't say. I've
been here for 16 years.

But there was a very old
teacher, Father Florentino.

Father Florentino?

- A tall, strong man?
- I knew him as a sick person.

In bed. A very old
man, as I'm saying.

The chapel.

- Yes, sir. - May
I? - Of course.

- This hasn't changed much.
- I couldn't say.

When I was a child, the
janitor's name was Adrian.

Adrian? I haven't met him.

- Do they still ring the bell?
- Yes, yes. Always.

- The auditorium.
- No, the cinema.

No, no. The auditorium.

In my time, this was the cinema.

- Please, go on with your chores.
- Thank you.

London eyes. The London
Tower. The Thames.

A lonely alley.

Wet cobblestones.

A blackened brick wall.

Just like in a horror movie.

And all of a sudden...

those inquisitive, disturbing eyes.

Footsteps. Footsteps getting closer.

And those beings, chasing someone...

No, no... The worm...

The worm...

The worm.

Oh, no. Oh, no!

No! The worm!

No, I don't want to! I
don't want to! No, no!

I don't want to! She's
taking me! She's taking me!

She's taking me! No! I don't
want to, I don't want to!

- Luisito! - No! She's taking me!
- What's wrong? - She's taking me!

- Whos' taking you?
- The nun! - The nun?

The mortified nun! There
she is! Right there!

You're having a
nightmare! Wake up! Wake up!

It was just a
nightmare. I'm aunt Pilar.

You were dreaming.

Come on, calm down.
Come on, go to sleep.

I'll fix your bed.

Poor darling... You
really got scared.

Never mind, I'll change the sheets.

It won't stop like that.

- Raise your chin.
- Leave me alone, you brute.

- What side was it?
- The left side.

Then you must raise your right arm.

Just like that. Did it stop?

It will stop even
faster if you lie down.

Come on, lie down.

But keep your chin up.

I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear.

You did it on purpose.

No. Really, I didn't mean to.

Did it stop?

Angelica...
- What?

I wanted to tell you something...

Go ahead, say it, I won't bite.

No... It's nothing.

- How about this, huh?
- What a silence.

You get to breathe
some real air, here.

- Sugar?
- Yes, one, please.

You see, when they told me,
I didn't doubt for a second.

One's fed up of the
traffic, the pollution...

your nerves bursting with
every day's stress...

You need some peace.

Don't think this is
just an investment.

A group of friends
- all great people, right?

We didn't think it
twice. Let's go buy!

Hey, listen. Where would
you place the swimming pool?

The swimming pool?

I don't know.

Let me explain. Come, please.

- Anselmo, leave Luis alone.
- Let me show you.

Our plot goes up to
there. Up to the bunker. See it?

- Yes.
- And from here up to there.

You see?
- Yes, of course.

I want to build the house over
there, and the swimming pool over here.

What do you think?
- What about the water?

- Water? All the water you want!
- Sure, 150 feet deep...

Huh, your cousin and
her jokes! Ignore her.

Great water. Warranted by a dowser.

You know, one of those guys
with a divining rod.

- Yes...
- Those guys never fail.

Twenty thousand
liters. Not bad, huh?

Take my advice,
Luis, a great investment.

You see, as we're selling
those lots over there...

house and pool come
out almost for free.

Listen, should you want to buy, of
course you'll get a special price.

But dad, why would he come all the
way from Barcelona just for weekends?

So what? An investment is
always an investment, right?

Right. Well, excuse me, but
there's a lady waiting for me.

- You never take naps?
- Ah... no, I usually don't.

Well, you don't know
what you're missing. See ya.

- Good nap.
- Angelica, here. Here!

- He's crazy about his plot.
- What about you?

I'm happy too,
but... Turn around, my child.

Anselmo only sees the
advantages of living here.

But I see a lot of
inconveniences, no services, no malls...

no schools for Angelica...

But of course, the house
isn't even built yet.

- I'll need a motorcycle.
- A motorcycle?

How about that?

- Enough! -
But... - You're a bore!

- She acts like a savage!
- She's a wonderful child.

Dad... may I turn on the radio?

Yeah, no too loud.

After all, this family
thing is not a bad invention.

Really? Ask me about it. Aren't
you happy just like that,

free, no worries, no
responsibilities...?

Free, yes. But alone.

Instead, you look after your
daughter, your husband...

My husband...

What's wrong with Anselmo?

Is it something important?

I guess he's grown
tired of me. That's all.

D'you mean to say he's
cheating on you?

I'm not sure. I guess he is.

Truth is, I don't
really care too much.

What are you doing?

- Come on, Luis, throw it!
- I don't know how...

Of course you do! It's
so easy! Watch this!

Throw it!

See? Come on, let's
play! Hurry up, Luis!

Come play! Here!

Let's see, let's see...

As you know, Luis, I'm
an old family friend.

A united family, exemplary.

Therefore I don't want
you to see me as a priest...

but as a friend.

- Right?
- Yes.

Good. In that case...

from friend to friend...

or better yet, from man to man...

Because you're already
a man, Luisito. A man...

who can realize the
consequences of his actions.

So tell me: what have you
and your cousin Angelica done?

Nothing. We haven't done anything.

Come on, come on.
Don't you trust me?

I only mean to help you. Oh, I see.

You love your cousin Angelica just
like you love your parents...

your aunt, your grandmother...

And maybe, because of that love...

you've kissed her. Is that right?

Just a simple kiss, but
quite disturbing it was.

After that disturbance, and
maybe without even noticing it...

you've had some small
chat with an older boy.

A dishonest chat, of course...

Am I right?

No!

You liar! And what was
this doing in your room?

Mother of God! Mother of God!

That child is a bent twig!

He needs some spiritual exercises!

- Where are you going?
- Come. I guess it was here.

- What are you doing?
- It will just be a second, wait.

- But what are you doing?
- It must be here, somewhere.

What are you looking for?

There it is! See?

Angelica... Luis... 1938.

- Your mother and I.
- Really?

Do you have a pencil
and a piece of paper?

I don't know if a ball-pen will do.

See?

- So you were sweethearts?
- Sweethearts, at twelve!

So what? I go out with boys.

- How did my mother look like?
- I don't know.

- Was she taller than me?
- Yes, I guess she was.

I'm not sure.

- She was not as thin as you are.
- She had larger breasts?

Me, I have nothing. Nothing
up front and nothing behind!

- Boys always say that.
- She walked differently.

Like this?

- Luis!
- What do you want?

Come, I'll show you something.

- Let's see if you can guess what it is.
- I don't know.

It starts with a
"b". I'm wearing it...

I don't know.

You're so dumb! Take a look.

My mother says I
have to wear it now.

Let me see it again!

Show me!

Just for a second.

Angelica! Luisito!

I'm coming!

- How are you?
- Hi, how are you?

As usual. Hello, mother.

Miguel! What happened
to you, my son?

Nothing, some shrapnel. Back
to the front in a few days.

Oh Lord!

- And the war, how is it going?
- It couldn't be better!

- Madrid is about to fall!
- Well...

- They don't tell us nothing here.
- Like a saint. And your hand?

Just the same, mom, just the
same. And now... the other one.

The doctor has great confidence on
these soakings, but... I don't know.

Does it hurt a lot?

I rejoice in offering my
sufferings to the Lord.

Let's hope He will accept them.

And that He touches
your father's heart.

Daughter of mine! Daughter of mine!

- I bet you we won't find it.
- Anselmo, we'll be right back!

After all these years,
she can't have kept it.

She keeps everything.
Aunt Pilar is a magpie.

Magpies steal shiny objects so
they can find their nests, but...

I think we won't find anything.
- Nothing to lose by trying.

- Ok.
- I even believe I saw them once.

D'you know what she keeps?
- What?

Those old soda bottles, the
ones with those small balls?

She's got a full pack.
"Everything is useful... "

"It's a sin to trash things!"

Have you seen her
apartment? I call it The Museum.

Some rooms are just
like in those times.

- Really?
- Sure, you don't notice because you see them every day.

They must be
somewhere around here...

I had an idea that
this was a lot larger...

What a mess, huh?

Look at this... Come,
come! Look at this mess.

It's preposterous!

I know! They're in the trunk!

This used to be in my room.

The washbasin?

Yes...

Luis, come. Come! Help
me with this stuff.

Isn't this funny...

Hey! Just like I said.

HISTORY OF SPAIN

How hard it was to
write without blotting...

You'd be so very careful,
and all of a sudden, poof!

And when the pen got
snagged? Everything was perfect...

and out of the blue,
zap! A mess! Blots everywhere!

But today, with ballpoints...

"The city where you live"

"I live in a city and my
parish church is San Lorenzo...

"My house is in front of a
park where we can play very well.

"The city has several churches
and a very important cathedral.

"I live with my
grandmother and aunts...

"because my parents aren't here. "

Good! You've got your
textbooks and your notebooks!

Happy now?
- Yes, thanks a lot.

I'll have a great time
reading them. Really.

- Where are you going, Luis?
- Wait, I want to see something.

Some crazy idea!

You'll smash your head!
- It's all right. Come. Come!

- You're crazy!
- Come, come!

- I can't go out there!
- It's very easy!

- It's not easy!
- No danger at all!

Sure, not for you!

See how easy it was? Very good!

Nobody will believe this.

- Sit down. - On the
roof? - Sure, come here.

Now I know for sure you're crazy.

This is so childish.
Somebody will see us.

Those are the bells of the Clarisas.

Luis! Luis! Are you there?

Come down at once!

What were you doing on the roof?

Angelica, where is she?

Angelica! Angelica!

Come here at once!

Keep on with that!

Parra, come here!

Enough! Go to your desk.

Read this. Only the
underlined parts.

"... among all the innocent
victims sacrificed to the fury of the reds...

"the death of the child Jose
Angel Cerneda is maybe...

"the one that causes the greatest
and deepest indignation.

"The eleven year old
child Jose Angel Cerneda...

"was playing in his school's
playground, and was torn apart by the shrapnel...

of one of the bombs of
the criminal air raid. "

Go back to your seat.

A village in the rearguard.
Just like the one we live in.

A school, just like
the one we're in.

A boy, just like you.

The boy is eleven. He's
playing in the playground.

Happy, blissful,
joyful, totally unaware...

that life can be lost in a second.

In the sky, a deep hum is
heard. The boy doesn't worry.

He even rises his
inquisitive eyes...

He's so used to
seeing airplanes fly by!

The boy's name is
Jose Angel Cerneda...

He's eleven years old. And I wonder:

Is he in God's Grace?
Or has he lived in Sin?

Jose Angel sees, in the
blue yonder of the sky...

the tiny silhouettes
of the aircraft.

How long has it been since
his last confession?

How has he lived since
his last confession?

Does he fear God, and
has he avoided Sin?

Or, on the
contrary, at the last moment...

he's fallen into Temptation?

The roar of the aircraft's
engines is now awful!

All of a sudden, the earth
shakes! It trembles with the explosions!

The bombs spread
fire, destruction, death!

One of them reaches
Jose Angel Cerneda.

Eleven years old. When he was playing
in the school's playground.

Tears his flesh apart,
disintegrates his body. Takes away his life.

Just like that poor unlucky child,

you don't think about death.

However, death may come
tomorrow, tonight, within an hour...

Even right now!

Look into your souls, and if you
are in Sin, may God help you!

Because Sin would condemn
you to Hell for all the eternity.

Eternity. What do we
mean by "eternity"?

Look a the blackboard.
Try reading that number.

A one followed by
zeros. Suppose they are years.

Or better, centuries. Or,
even better, millenniums.

Well, when all those
millennia have passed...

it won't be more than a
millisecond of eternity.

"Mine are the
heavens, and mine is the earth...

"Mine are the nations, the
just are mine but not the sinners...

"The angels are mine,
and the Mother of God...

"And all things are mine,
and God is mine and for me...

"Because Christ is
mine and all for me. "

"What do you ask
then, and seek, my soul?

"Yours is all of
this, and all for you.

"Do not engage
yourself in something less,

"nor pay heed to the crumbs which
fall from your Father's table.

"Go forth and exult in your Glory!

"Hide yourself in It and rejoice,

"and you will obtain the
deepest desires of your heart.

"... greatest love of God... "

My leg! My leg!

- Hi! - Hi! Is Maruja
in? - No, today is Thursday.

But of course! I
just need some flour.

- Well, come in.
- Thanks!

Don't mind me. Get
on with your business.

- No, I wasn't doing anything.
- Where could the flour be?

I don't know where they keep it.

It's not here, either.

Here it says...

- That's right. Fool of me!
- And there is some, too.

Yes! Thank you.

Oh! I'm sorry.

- What's the matter with you?
- With me?

Nothing. Why?

You look nervous.

Nervous?

How else could I be?

Anselmo?

Wouldn't it be better
to face the situation?

What for? To get a divorce?

Why, yes. Why not?

Take this. My daughter asked
me to give it back to you.

Oh, Luis! Luis! I'm so lonely, Luis!

Luis! I'm all alone!

Come on.

Calm down.

You know you can count on
me for whatever you need.

Forgive me. I've got no right...

to bother you with my problems.
- Angelica!

I must get out of here.

What am I doing here?

Nothing.

I'll never see you again. I know.

No aunt, I'll be back
next summer. You'll see.

Sure, man. But let us know
first, we might be on vacation.

- Right.
- I'll miss you so much.

Son!
- So will I.

But I must go back to work.

Luis. Luis, give me a hug!

Anything you need,
I'm at your service.

I travel quite a lot to
Barcelona. I'll call you.

Well, I'm planning to
move to a new apartment...

I'll let you know when I've moved.
- That will be fine.

Farewell, Angelica.
- Farewell, Luis.

- Goodbye, Luis.
- Goodbye.

Luis... Tell your father...

No, nothing...
- Goodbye.

- Leaving already?
- Yes. - A kiss.

Don't forget to write.
- Wait.

Can I go for a ride? - Do you
know how to ride a bike? - Sure.

- It belongs to that boy.
- Ask him if I can.

- Manolo! Manolo!
- What?

- Can he go for a ride?
- Sure.

- Wanna come?
- Why not?

And what if you
father doesn't want me there?

He will. You'll see.

- How big is Madrid?
- Huh, very big!

I bet I'll like it.

But my mother will be very
lonely. I bet she'll cry.

We'll send her a
letter. Are you happy?

They're going to stop us! -
Why? - Because of the war.

Hold on!

Hey, you, there! Kids!
Where are you going?

- Keep moving.
- Hey!

I'm thirsty. Can I have a drink?

- Still a long ride ahead?
- Quite long.

Hey, you. Come here at once.

Come on!

Why did you leave the road?

- Because... because...
- We've not done anything wrong.

Ok, come with me. Come on.

Angelica! Angelica, my
child! Look at yourself!

- Thanks a lot, much appreciated.
- It's nothing. They're just kids.

- Sure, just kids'
mischief. - Bye. - Thank you.

- Anselmo, don't, please!
- You stay out of this!

Leave him, he must learn his lesson!

Take off your sweater.

Get on your knees.