All language subtitles for The 47 (2024)_track6_[eng]

(Flamenco song)

During the 50s and 60s
of the last century

thousands of immigrants
from Extremadura and Andalusia

left their homeland, fleeing misery,

the hunger of the postwar period,
the treatment of masters

and the moral asphyxia of the estates,

seeking a more dignified life
in more industrialized areas,

such as the Basque Country,
Madrid and Catalonia.

Some were able to buy plots of land
on the outskirts of the cities,

where they built their homes.

Slum living and subletting
were the only options for most people

and shantytowns, shacks,

began to spring up
around the capital cities.

The state's Land Law said that

if a building had a roof by sunrise,

the authority could not touch it.

But if it didn't by sunrise,

it could be demolished.

In Barcelona, the land around
the castle of Baron's Tower,

conceived as a future residential area
for the wealthy class,

became one of these shantytowns.

The castle gave the area its name:
Torre Baró.

This is the story of my family,
my neighborhood,

my city and my country.

Come on, go.

Let's go, there.

Shift those two buckets.

Quickly!

Come on, that line.

Move it. Come on, next.
Move, move.

Quickly.

Make a proper line for me, damn it!

Let's go, let's go!

Fifteen bricks and two of cement.

-100 pesetas.
-100, no. 50.

No, 100. If I don't sell it to you,
I will to someone else.

The other day you charged me half.

Bullshit I'm charging you half.
Come on!

-50 and the watch.
-My watch? No way!

100. If you don't want it,
the other guy will. Come on.

-75 and no more talk.
-No, no, not 75. One hundred, damn it.

Go, go. Here.

Adriño, Don't complaint.

Come on, bricks, bricks.

No, no, no, Don't complain.

Let's go. Go, go.

Two sacks for the lad.

There you go.

The cement's going. Another.

Okay, put it in there.

Here is another sack's.

Come on, move, move.

Two of cement there.

Give me a side.

Two cement sack's.

It's always the same, eh?

What do you want?

-Let's go, move it.
-Shut up.

-You'll fall flat on your face.
-Come on!

Shit.

Hurry, hurry.

Come on,

That's it.

Cover that up.

Go for it, go.

Hurry up,Speed up.

The sun's coming up. Let's go.

Go, it's dawn. Go, go!

Here we go..

Hostia, the police!

Quillo!

Go on go on...

The cops! The cops are coming!

Let's get the boards up!

Okay, okay!

Go, go! C'mon, we won't make it.

-Go, go!
-Let's go, Vital!

Stop building.

Didn't you hear me?

Get away from the shacks, go on.

I said to stop building.
Get away!

What's he doing?

Get out of there!

Hey, get out of there!

Ortega!

Manolo!

Didn't you hear me? Out.

Papers.

Manolo Vital.

-Where are you all from?
-Andalusia, Extremadura...

I'm from Valencia de Alcántara,
province of Cáceres.

Don't you all fit there?

You're not from here either.

More than you.

Where are you from?

Sevillian, right?

You know how many folks
from all over there are here?

Don't you feel anything?

What are you going to do?

Uphold the law.

It says this construction is illegal,
it must have a roof before dawn.

Or it has to be pulled down.

Does this have a roof?

Please.

It has no roof.
It has to be pulled down.

No, please.

Please.

No, no! For God's sake.
Please.

Please, don't do it.

-You shouldn't be here, sister.
-Please.

Say something, Vital.

Say something.

Everyone listen!

Haven't you had enough?

-You shut up as well, Antonio.
-You're not shutting me up.

Everyone listen! Shut up.

They don't want us here.

But these plots are ours.
We bought them with our money.

They're not kicking us off.

We're never leaving here.

We built them once and we'll do it again.

But not separately,

we'll all build one house every night.

And when the sun comes up,
we'll have a roofed house.

And a roofed house is a treasure.
They can't pull it down.

-Which one will be the first?
-Yours.

I'll leave it to you to hand out.

That doesn't go there!

Here.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Here you go.

What a lovely girl.

She's not mine. She's his.

-Oh, thanks.
-Here.

Someone get me another ladder!

Another ladder!

I'll go.

Manolo, your girl's asleep.

Okay.

Thanks.

Do you want one?

A pear?

For later.

Where's the girl's mother?

Ask your God.

If you like, I can look after
the girl, meanwhile.

Look, I'm not keen on your people.

-My people?
-Yes, priests...

Well, I'm not a priest.

Look after her if you want,

but don't talk to her too much
about Jesus Christ and all that.

Please.

What's her name?

I don't understand Catalan.

Name?

Manolo Vital.

The girl, I mean.

Juana, like her mother.

How did you say that in Catalan?

What's her name?

What's her name?

Did I say it right?

Yes.

What's her name?

There it goes.

-It's the last one.
-That's it.

It's got a roof.

Withdraw. Let's go, Ortega.

We're here. We're here.

Go, go. Good.

There, go on.

I was born in the province of Jaén.

And in a cave.

A cave that had five bedrooms.

I'm the youngest of ten children.

What's your name?

-María.
-María.

Catalina, you're late.

What happened?

María is written with an M.
Do you know the letter M?

Like this.

I know how María's written.

You know?
Let's see if you've written it right.

What?

-You pulled my hair.
-Really?

A little.

Look, they're...

Look at the geraniums, they're...

-How do you say it in Catalan?
-Blooming.

You're blooming.

"Oh, hold still, hold still".

Hold still, it's just a touch-up.

-Like this?
-Wait.

A bit more, no?

Some hair's sticking out.

You certainly stick out.

Manolo, hold still.

Keep your hand still.

I'm worried about the job.

I don't know.

You'll see, it'll all be fine.

Ask the "man upstairs",
you're in his good books.

Yes, very much so.

Because of you,
he and I aren't on good terms.

Because of me?

Yes, because of you.

Today it's like you don't know
if it'll rain or not.

...it was a cold night for April.

Barcelona's woken up
to 11 degrees and cloudy skies.

We continue with the reading.

Sebastiá Sorribas published
The Pitus Zoo in 1966...

See you later.

See you later.

STAR WARS
NOW IN MOVIE THEATERS

-Manolo!
-What?

Sandwich!

-'Bye.
-'Bye.

"...the leader was a 10-year-old boy
called Jordi

that everyone, no one knows why,
called Tanet."

Carmen, you can't have a coop
without a rooster!

Not those. They're bad.

More, more.

That's it.

I'll take another one.

I pass.

Bloody water.

-What's up, Paco?
-Morning, Manolo.

Manolo, I've got the pears
Carmen asked me for!

-She'll get them later.
-Not too long, I'll sell them.

-For lunch, they're nice.
-Thanks a lot.

Mariquilla, your hair looks nice.
I like it.

APARTMENTS YES, SHACKS NO.

Put it in first!

Turn! Turn!

Turn all the way!

All the way, kid,
you're going backwards!

Go!

-The truck won't make it past.
-Yes, it will!

Have you seen the road?

Well, the road...
I'm showing you slowly.

-We'll get it out, I'll show you.
-Felipín!

Good morning.

Vital, this deadbeat
won't take the truck up.

Unless I do my back in...
Let's go, come on.

Goddamn it, bloody Andalusian.

Watch it, I understand you perfectly.

-You understand me perfectly?
-Watch what you say.

Then you unload the flour.
Do you understand that too?

Jeez...

Good morning.

Nine pesetas. Thank you.

Good morning, madam.

Good morning, Josep.

Good morning, Manolo.

Hey, one moment.
We'll talk about "that" later.

Don't cause trouble.

My bus is spick and span.

And tuck your shirt in.

Good morning.

Your change. Good morning.

What's up, Rubio?

Vital.

Have a good shift.

Have a good day, Rubio.

WE'RE WAITING FOR YOU

Good morning. How are you?

Good morning, Mrs. Vila.

Good morning, Manolo.

See if you can drive properly, you lout.

-The other day you jumped a yellow light.
-I'll try.

Pegaso Monotral 6035A. Articulated.

I love this model.

It's the improved model.

The 9101/8, 185 horsepower.

Capacity: 110 passengers,

speed: 64 km/hour
in the four-gear models.

How about that.

It looks like it has a good horn.

Can I honk it?

Only I honk the horn on this bus.

Sorry, sorry.

How's work going?

I'm a nobody.

A PhD in urban economics
and they ignore me.

I've got ideas, eh?

-But I'm ignored.
-Ignored, eh?

The wheels turn slowly.

Little by little, Manolo.
See you, I get off here.

Manolo, I need to see the world.

We were too young.

My husband doesn't...

In France divorce is legal.

Did you see the game yesterday, Manolo?

Suffering, always suffering.

And with this team.

Cruyff, Reixach,
Neskens, Asensi, Migueli...

It's impossible not to win.

I'd put them to work, hard work.

Hard work. You'd see them run.

I'm a Mérida supporter.

CAUTION
BUS CROSSING

Look, Manolo.

They've kicked out two more.

Rodríguez and the Polish guy. Poor people.

What'll they do now, Manolo?

Attention, please.

Come here.

-Are we all here?
-Let's see what happened to them.

Bad news.

The board doesn't agree to our proposal.

There'll be more layoffs.

This isn't what we talked about.

We said we were drawing the line.

Matías, this wasn't the agreement.

What do you want me to do, Josep?

You're here for a reason, right?

If they don't understand us when we talk,
we'll need another idea.

No, no. No one wants more strikes.

Things are tense enough as it is.

No, things are tense at home.

-I can't lose my job.
-And I can?

We have to take it step by step.

Step by step to where? Some balls...

Matías, we're talking.
Where are you going?

We have to do something.

What do you suggest?

Manolo.

What do we do? We think of something.

The truck doesn't come up,
the mailman either.

Who's coming up here?
Who? You can't.

Have you ever seen anyone
from the Town Hall here? No.

We have to go there
and make some noise.

They've left us here, abandoned,
behind the mountain.

We go down, work cheap,
come back up and hide.

Are we animals here now?
Aren't we people?

He's right.
Among many other things,

the trucks refuse to bring us goods.

We want the streets paved.

It's tough coming here

and tough being here, yes or no?

Enough is enough.

Write down Bartola,
he's not on the board.

One thing.
I know it's coming later, as usual.

How many years have we waited
for the school?

I spoke to the Department of Education

years ago, we're still in the shacks...

We have no electricity,
there are winter leaks,

broken windows, our children are cold,

I don't know who to tell anymore.

I don't know what to do anymore.

But the children, the kids, what?
To go to the doctor's office?

We have to walk two kilometers
to the closest one.

We want public doctors here.

Very well said, Celia.

Whatever we do,
they take no bloody notice.

I have to go for water

to the tap at least two kilometers
along the mountain.

There's no road. Along the mountain!

Up and down, up and down.

-It needs paving.
-And the brambles prick you.

They put in sewers, water...

-And now what happens?
-Now they burst.

They burst, they cut off
the water all the time.

-They break.
-They break and...

At least before, when we crapped
in the pit, there were no surprises.

How can we crap in the pit again?

Someone leaves garbage in the street.

I'll repeat, please,
don't leave garbage outside.

Go down to the hole,
that's what it's for.

Otherwise, it fills up with rats.

-And wild boar.
-And wild boar there...

Rats the size of horses.

Don't look at me, Antonio,
it's always the same story.

I'm not looking at you...
Who am I going to look at?

Paco, Maribel, wait,
this isn't over yet.

This was over some time ago.

Paco, Maribel.

Paco, Vital's going to talk.

Vital.

Say something,
people are going.

Vital's not going to talk.

He's not, he has nothing to say.

You whine about everything.

It's true, lots of things
can be improved.

We have water, light.
It doesn't work? Then fix it.

Now it seems we're better off
without sewers...

It's true.

And we've gotten things.
The water's busted? Fix it.

If something else breaks, fix it.

But everyone whining about it...

Another thing I want to ask.

Where are the young people?

Everything we did,
we did for the young people,

so they'd have a future,
a neighborhood,

a place where they'd feel
proud of where they are.

Where are the young people?
The boys? Your daughter?

-What about my daughter?
-Where's your daughter?

-She's not sitting here.
-Take it easy!

You're a bad man.

No, don't you point at me.

Don't raise your hand to me.

What about my daughter?
What are you saying?

Manolo.

We always end up the same.

Don't go, Vital.

Vital!

YOUNG FOLKS, JOIN US IN
THE TORRE BARÓ YOUTH COMMITTEE

Very good, so far.

I think we need to adjust the sopranos.

Joana, you'll sing the solo
in the concert.

But, conductor...

Joana, how about it? Are you ready?

Yes.

Yes, yes...

I love the song. Thank you.

Good, we'll do it that way.

We've finished, thank you very much.

Congratulations, you deserve it.

It'll go great, it always does.

I've done it lots of times.

Do you want me to lend you some clothes?

Because going like that...

Yes. Yes.

Good, see you tomorrow.

When the black rooster crows...

I was waiting for you
to suggest something.

I'm tired, Carmen.

I was association president
for many years.

Let someone else take the reins.

I've gotten so many looks.

I was the leftist who married a nun.

No, sorry. I was the nun.
They were looking at me.

Yes, like they'd look at me.

No, it was me they were laughing at.

Manolo, don't soak the bread so much.

Hey, who's from Extremadura here?

I know something about breadcrumbs.

Sorry.

The stain is getting bigger.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Have you seen the time?

Breadcrumbs, Dad?

Breadcrumbs, my girl, breadcrumbs.

Dad, it's far away.

Joana!

Not the same old song.

Why didn't you come to the meeting today?

Because it does no good.

If you don't come, it does no good.

And if you go, it does no good.

Why?

Dad, what did you achieve today?

Do we have hot water? Or the subway?

Or paved streets? Or a mailman?

Is there anything that works now?

If it doesn't work, you fix it.

Do you think all this was here
when we came?

What do you build
if you skip the meetings?

Here, nothing.

This neighborhood was built for you.

You could've built it
a bit closer to everything.

I'm ashamed to live here.

Cut it out, both of you.

You like to fight, eh?

We've taught you things here.
Never forget it.

No, I couldn't. You never stop telling me.

The bread.

Do you see?

Do you see or not?

-This is soaked.
-What you have to put up with...

-Come on.
-Come on.

Carmen, are you okay here?

Of course I'm okay.

But it's normal for her
to want better things.

She's young, Manolo, she has dreams.

Dreams, a lot of them.

Ideals, not many.

Didn't you do the same?

We had nothing.

We had fear, Manolo.

Why don't you go talk to her?

I've got first shift tomorrow.

Very pretty, what you're singing.

It's really good.

Sit down here.

May the first time you drink
pitarra wine be with your father.

Dad, it's not the first time...

Quiet. Didn't you hear your father?

For him, you're still scampering about,

like when we planted the orchard,

put up the fence,

when we laid those tiles, remember?

Don't let your father hear you.

Look.

Remember when we came here,
with the donkey?

Do you remember your mother?

You were very little.

She was very pretty, your mother.

You can leave the land
where you were born,

but the land always stays
inside you, Joana.

I know that.

What the Jerte Valley
must be like right now.

Full of cherry blossoms.

One year I must take you to see it.

I want to see how many those
who made me suffer are left.

Joana, don't be ashamed of who you are.

Don't be ashamed of your...

-Aurora.
-Manolo.

My Felipe has gone.

I don't know what he said,
"they're going to see us"

or something like that.

-He took the paint can....
-Graffiti.

Do me a favor and find your godfather.

No, Vital, no.
He's gone to the Town Hall.

The Town...?

The Town Hall?

You heard.

Felipín is obsessed with graffiti.

Felipín!

What are you doing, you donkey?

Me? What are you doing here?
Didn't you say it was for young folks?

What are you going to do?

Have a glass of milk
and go to bed, grandpa.

What are you going to do?

What I have to do,
or nobody else will.

Where are you going
with the paint cans?

We're going to have a problem, eh?

I'm not letting you go alone,
they'll lock you up, damn it.

-Oh, you're going with me?
-Of course.

-The way we were, eh?
-The way we were.

Listen.

We either do something
or the neighborhood dies, Manolo.

Good evening, Manolo.

This is nice, huh? Jeez...

This...

Imagine having one of these there,
with all the trips up and down?

Why don't we have one?

How should I know?

Shit, if you want
I can spread the word.

It must be because
they don't think it's important.

Not important...

Maybe they should. Why not?

Important...

Don't you know people
in Barcelona? Ask.

-I'm a bus driver, not a minister.
-That's why.

-Right?
-That's why, what?

Shit, so we get a bus in our area.

Imagine how it'd change
with a bus. Can you?

You don't know how things are
at the company.

Tickets.

Tuck your shirt in.

-Yes, Manolo.
-Go on, pay up.

Nine pesetas.

No, I don't have any money.

So?

-Don't you work here?
-I do. And you?

-What do we do?
-Shit, pay up.

Never mind, Manolo.

I'll pay, as usual.

-And what do I do?
-Here.

What are you doing
with paint at this hour?

What paint?

We're in third gear.
No... This guy can't drive.

Don't you see he's been
in third for a while?

Yeah, Manolo.

Let me drive in peace.
Go about your business.

Last stop, Plaça Catalunya!

-The guy's stiff, he won't move.
-Not yet.

What do you want to write?

"In Torre Baró

we need paved streets,
for improvements in the..."

Not so many things.
Something simpler.

Torre Baró is Barcelona
and that's that, and...

-That's good. "Torre Baró is Barcelona".
-Oh, yeah?

"Torre Baró is Barcelona, buses now".

That's really good.

-Look, now he's...
-Let's go.

Though it is,
this is not called Barcelona.

Here the big city shows its shame.

They've changed the tin shacks

for vertical flats, vertical shacks.

For vertical flats, vertical shacks.

TORRE BARÓ IS BARCELONA

They've exploited the sky and air.

The buildings are sites,
one on top of another.

They've made the most
of cement and bricks.

They've made no gardens,
nor thought of schools.

They've made no gardens,
nor thought of schools.

They haven't even thought of a sewer,

or traffic lights, or lights.
The walls crack...

"Not long ago,

in one of the oldest neighborhoods

of Barcelona,

something happened

that is worth taking..."

No, sorry. "...talking about".

Miguel, did you practice?

A lot.

Miguelito.

I'll practice tomorrow.

Come on.

Are you alright, Juanito?

My arm's getting tired.

Then we'll switch. Switch, please.

Otherwise the wind is annoying.

Go on.

Switch. Come on.

Does anyone know anything about Helena?

Her father wants her to work.

Okay.

Very well, let's carry on.

"Here, as in all neighborhoods,

there was a gang.

And the leader of this gang..."
Follow the book.

WORKERS' STRUGGLE

This is no help to us, men.

No help at all.

Now's not the time, damn it.

It wasn't the right moment.

What did you expect to achieve?

Manolo, look what they did
to your bus.

Go on, enjoy your lunch.

What the hell did you do?

They scare us, we scare them.

Don't touch my bus again.
You got me?

It's not your bus,
it's theirs, like everything.

It's my bus. I drive it
and it's my bus. You got me?

If we do nothing, you'll lose your bus.

Things happen around you, Manolo.

We block the whole Meridiana,
the eight lanes,

to get water.

It seems you don't remember.

I don't remember...

Are you with the workers or the bosses?

You're going you give me a sermon!

Use your head, your head.

Helena, how are you?

Good.

-Are you feeling okay?
-Yes.

Get inside, girl.

Carmen, what do you need?

-Is your girl okay?
-She's fine.

Since she hasn't been
at school for a few days...

She's so smart, top of the class.

That's why she has to help
her mother at home.

She can help her
after school, can't she?

What good will it do her?

What good will it do her?
A lot of good.

When she grows up
she'll be able to do anything.

She's good at math and languages...

What good will Catalan do her
in the factory?

Have you seen where we live?

Well, this is our lot.

Excuse me, I have to go to work.

Hello.

What are they doing there?

How should I know?

Put this away there, girl.

Dad, what have you guys done?

-The mail?
-There it is.

-Do you have any perrunillas?
-Sure.

-Here.
-Put it on my tab?

We're not the Onassis family, Antonio.

-It's just two.
-Right.

I know you.

I'll leave you five on trust
and you put down ten.

Sure, with interest.

Interest, interest...

-Here you go.
-So you do have it.

-Of course.
-What a cheek.

Maybe we can change the movie, right?

It's a good one.

Star Wars is on in the city
and we still have the same one.

What did they ask you?

Nothing, they're after some hooligans.

-Good evening.
-Evening.

Good evening.

There's been some graffiti
on the facade of the Town Hall.

Do you know anything?

Like what?

How do you know
they're from Torre Baró?

Because they wrote "Torre Baró".

Young folks don't know
what they want anymore.

-Did you see anything last night?
-What would we see? Nothing.

Your pizzer.

-What are you saying?
-Pizzer.

In Spanish.

Zipper.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Good evening.

Are you stupid?

What's this "pizzer" stuff?

I got nervous,
the guy's zipper was open.

It's all you could think of.

Stop thinking, you're bad at it.

You're such a dimwit.

-Good heavens.
-What's wrong now?

Do you know where
my father was from?

Sure, from Puentegenil.

Yes. And you know what people
from Puentegenil are famous for?

They're not famous.

Look, sweetheart,
I'm talking to Vital.

Jeez! The lights.

Puentegenil was the second place
in Spain to get lights.

We'll make sure people see us.

No one will see us here.

Come on, the movie's starting.

-You won't see it with that eye.
-Come on.

Have many people written to you?

You'll see, we'll make it huge,
like the Hollywood sign.

Be quiet.

People can see us,
they see us just fine.

-Will you shut up?
-Yeah.

I'll cover the castle with light bulbs.,
"Torre Baró", huge.

My storeroom's full of bulbs.
I'll go when the movie's over.

What, you donkey?
There's no power here for that.

Right then...

Let's heal them.

Wait.

Like that, like that.

Wait, not yet, eh?

Look at your feet today.

Not so much.

Yes, a little is all right.

Hold on, hold on.

Careful. Cross them.

It gets harder to reach here.

Why not retire as God intends?

You know what God intends...

Forget it. I...

I gave up the habit, I didn't...

I don't want to give up my calling.

I'm a teacher.

Sorry.

It smells strange? Right?

Like something's burning.

Yes. Wait here.

Go, go! More buckets of water!

Aurora! Aurora!

-Have you seen Felipín?
-I haven't seen him.

Aurora!

-Manolo!
-Aurora!

Let's go!

-Where's Felipín? Have you seen him?
-He was with you.

He's inside!

No, don't tell me that!

Quickly, more buckets! Go!

Felipe!

Felipe!

Where are the firemen?

Have you seen Felipe?
Manolo says he's in there.

No, no, no, wait.

Water!

Hurry up!

Come on, more water!

There's no water!

Get more water, please!

Felipe!

The firemen are here!

The firemen!

The firemen are here!

Water, faster!

Why aren't they coming up?

Come on, go, go!

We're here! Hey! Here!

Get the firemen!

Why don't they come up?!

It's not coming out.

The water's run out!

They're stuck, they can't come up!

The firemen!

Get the firemen!

Why aren't the firemen coming up?

Go up! Let me do it!
Let me fucking do it!

I'm a driver! Fucking hell!

Okay, okay! Fine.

Okay, shit! Fine!
I'm calm!

Okay, go. Here!

Let me take it up!

Take it easy! It's our job!

Aren't the firemen coming up?

Where are the firemen?

It's burning down!
Fucking hell!

Dad, why aren't they coming up?

What are you doing?

Dad, what are you doing?

Manolo!

Do you want some soup?
It'll do you good.

We're up here, dumped like rats.

Aurora.

Stay here as long as you need.

Thank you, Carmen.

Joana.

FIGHT FOR TORRE BARÓ

This guy's coming back.

Let's see what he wants.

Men, your attention.

As of tomorrow,
no more routes from the garage.

Why not?

Why do you think, Rubio?

What do you think?

There'll be nothing, no service

until this mess is sorted out.

The repairs will come out of your bonuses.

That's not fair.

Some of us have been on for ten days.

Vital, García.

What the hell do we say at home?

That someone screwed with your job.

I'm doing all I can.

I assure you, everything I can.

But you don't make it easy. Not at all.

You earned it, eh, Matías?

I bet they're not touching your bonus.

Right?

Are you insinuating something?

-No, no. Say what you're insinuating.
-I can't be clearer.

We all know.

The company has a proposal.

If whoever did the damage
shows their face,

there'll be no reports
or reprisals against the others.

It's one in exchange for everyone.

Eh, Rubio?

Vital?

-No, eh?
-No.

Nobody knows anything?

Buddy.

Good luck.

Come on, cheer up.

'Bye.

Rubio.

See you.

What'll you do now?

I don't know...

Don't worry so much. I'll handle it.

Torre Baró.

Is it a street in Barcelona?

A Barcelona neighborhood.

A neighborhood?

Don't look for it on the map,
it's not there. It's up here.

It's over there on the map.

But who'd want to go there and why?

Well, we live there.

We built the streets.

Excuse me? What?

We made the houses with our hands,
brick by brick.

I can drive the bus.

We don't send buses wherever we feel like.

The routes are set by the Town Hall.

That's why I'm here,
because routes change.

Maybe you can talk to someone...

someone higher or in charge.

Me?

I run the garage
and defend you in the union.

I've got enough work

stopping them from firing everyone.

I'm begging you, please,

to talk to those higher up.

Look, we've come a long way.

Now's not the time to ask for more.

Carry on as usual, Manolo.

Awareness, as you say. Awareness.

Now is the time for a low profile

and to move towards retirement.

My name is Manolo Vital.

I'm a resident of Torre Baró,

a neighborhood we built
with our own hands.

"I'm called Manolo Vital" is better.

How do I say
"I'm called Manolo Vital"?

Hello, I'm called Manolo Vital.

Hello.... Hello, I'm called Manolo Vital.

"I'm called" is better.

My name is Manolo Vital.

"My name" then. Perfect.

I don't know how to tell you...

I'll say it in Spanish.

I need someone who...
To whom do I have to speak?

To whom do I have to speak

to request that the bus
goes up to Torre Baró?

-Hello, good afternoon.
-Hello, good afternoon.

My name is Manolo Vital.
I'm a resident of Torre Baró.

-So?
-I'm here to see

what I have to do to get
the bus to go to Torre Baró.

Fine, but I'm a security guard.

Maybe you can inform me...

-Sir, it's not here.
-Listen to me.

Where do I have to go

to request something or to get...?

Look, this...

Fine, fine...

Second floor, take the stairs.

-Thanks, very kind of you.
-Next, please.

Hello, good afternoon.
I have an application

for a bus line to Torre Baró.

I've never been asked for this before.

Well, there's always a first time.

Please.

What do you want me to do?

I don't know, you're working, aren't you?

Is it not here, or...?

Yes, but who do you want to speak to?

I don't know, I'm asking you.

I have to make an application, right?
Here it is.

All right...

We'll make a note and call you.

Sir, are you waiting for someone?

-Yeah, sure.
-No one's been here for a while.

You'd better come on Monday.

Hello, good afternoon.

My name is Manolo Vital.

I live in Torre Baró,
a neighborhood in Barcelona.

Your fellow worker told me to come here,

I told him my...

I've come because...

the neighborhood, which is in Barcelona,

has no transport.

Please.

Please.

My name is Manolo Vital.

It's all very difficult.

Then to go back it's a hill like this.

We're godforsaken.

We have no transport, nothing.

To whom do I have to speak?

What must I do to get a bus in Torre Baró?

Is everyone okay?

Yes.

Manolo.

Is everything alright?

Everything's fine.

Listen.

You work for the Town Hall, right?

Yes.

But I told you I'm not very high up.

The thing is I...

I don't know how to do it...

I need for the bus to go to Torre Baró.

The bus doesn't go there?

No.

What do people do?

Walk.

They walk up, walk down, a hill like this,

they walk to work, to school...

I guess you should hold an assembly there

and then go to the district

and speak to Metropolitan Transport,
which runs it.

I've done all that. And nothing.

They take no notice of me.

I know the person in charge of that.

Come in, come in.

The rent is 500 pesetas a month.

If you're interested,
we can hold it for a few days.

Good.

It has lots of light, doesn't it?

Yes, a lot of light.

It's a very quiet area.

With no troublesome people.

Well connected.

Subway, buses, markets...

Ideal for a family.

It's hot.

That's it.

Right then...

I've never gotten this far.

I stayed downstairs.

To get here you must arrange a visit,

they receive you...

It was like they were brushing me off.

Brushing you off.

It was like they were brushing me off.

You speak very good Catalan.

Thanks a lot.
You know why I speak Catalan?

Why?

Because of love.

Really?

My wife.

What's her name?

Carmen. Her name is Carmen.

She was a nun.

That's the first thing she said to me

when I came to Catalonia, to Torre Baró.

I came to Torre Baró,
expelled from my land.

And I heard behind me: "What's her name?"

I turned and said:

"Sorry, I don't speak Catalan".

"What's the girl's name?".

My daughter. And I said: "Joana".

And I looked her in the eyes, like this..

I was already in love,
but I didn't know it.

I looked her in the eyes, like this...

"What's her name?"

"What's her name?"

I said to Carmen.

Our words of love.

Sorry, I'm getting old.

No, no.

Things don't happen all by themselves.
Call me.

Pasqual. I've had a day...

Hello, Ramón. How are you?

I wanted to introduce you to Manolo.

Good afternoon. Manolo Vital.

I'm a resident of Torre Baró.

Manolo, coffee?

Yes, yes.

Me too.

Pasqual, please,
there's a bar on the corner.

Come with me.

Where?

Yes, look. Here. Come into this office.

Whatever you say.

Right then..

Look, I'm from Torre Baró.

Behind the mountain.

I'm asking if you can help me

to get Metropolitan Transport
to Torre Baró.

Gosh.

It's a Barcelona neighborhood.

Yes, I know the city, we're in Transport.

And Metropolitan Transport

should reach all of Barcelona, right?

I could work the line, I'm a driver.

And a good driver, I have no doubt.

I've been on the 47 line for 20 years.

And we're grateful for your service.

The Town Hall listens,
we're a democracy now.

The King installed the mayor, but...

Things aren't black or white.

You're a Falangist or you're not.

Look, you take care of transportation

and we politicians take care of politics,
which is helping people.

How do we do it?

Look, next week there's a commission.

I'll take your application.

Now leave it at the secretary's office

with your number and I'll call you.

Thanks a lot.

No. Thank you.

Excuse me, but...

Thank you.

For everyone in Torre Baró
this is very important.

Don't worry. It's what we're here for.

Go to the secretary's office.
Shall I go with you?

There's no need.

Very well, thank you.

Stop. You're short of breath, aren't you?

Legato. Hold it well.

Without the choir. Just you.

What do you think?

There's no character, no...

What are you saying here?

Shall we focus? Again.

It's not working, don't you see?

Do you or not? Have we been studying?

It's weak. There's no character here.

Have you rehearsed?
What have done all this time?

I can't help you like this.
I can't work like this.

Can we go back or is it not worth it?

Last time, okay?

...Charly, never again.

The play's obvious.
Charly touched the ball

with the inside of his right foot...

Carmen.

Sorry.

-You're late, aren't you?
-Yes.

Look.

Look, look what I made.

One for you and one for me.

I don't know if it's cold.

Oh, my legs.

Right then... Here.

No, no. Not beans.

-Hey...
-No, no, really.

Manolo.

I went to see an apartment.

What do you mean?

I want the three of us
to go to live there.

Together.

It's in the center, near everything.

I don't know, we deserve it, don't we?

I'm tired.

Tired of going up and down, tired of...

everything being so far away.

Every day I get more...

Look, Carmen...

Tell me the truth.

Is it because you don't want to be here?

No, no.

-Tell me the truth.
-No, no.

Carmen, I'm about to achieve something.

They told me they're about to do it.

You know I went to talk.

I'm looking into it.

They told me yes.
Or I'll go to the Town Hall again.

Trust me.

Do me that favor.

I knew you wouldn't like it.

Wait a little.

Give me, give me...

I don't know, give me...

some time, please.

This man again.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-What's going on?
-Miguel.

Manuel. Manolo...

Manolo Vital.

How can I help you now?

Excuse me, I know you're very busy.

It'll just be a minute.
I won't disturb you.

-Okay, come on.
-I won't be long.

Come with me. Don't worry, come on.

Let's make it quick.

Very good. And this one here?

-How much is it?
-23.

Very good!

Your mom is very happy.

My mom can't ready.

Well, that needs fixing.

I don't know, Carmen. I'm very slow.

That remains to be seen.

We can have a class once a week.

Just as well you're here.

Come on. What do we have to go?

Don't waste your time.

I took your request to the board

and everyone saw it was a great idea,

but I'm sorry, but it's been revoked.

The streets of Torre Baró
are too narrow and steep

for a bus to pass.

The streets aren't paved.

A bus can go that way.

Maybe, yes.

But it may be better after the elections.

This issue is of no interest now.

We need the bus in Torre Baró.

-I'm sorry.
-Listen to me...

I've driven those trolleybuses with
the accelerator the reverse of buses,

from the Imperial ACLOs

to the latest Pegaso models

through to the Seidas,
the Chaussons and the Monotrales.

I drive the 47. It's a good Pegaso.

I'm a good driver.

I pledge to drive the 47

from Plaça de Catalunya to Torre Baró.

I want to speak to the Mayor of Barcelona.

And I want dinner with Cher.

But that's life.

This is what we all wanted, no? Voting.

You make a proposal, it's voted on

and you win or you lose.

And now, if you'll forgive me,
I must do my job.

You too.

There's a ton of things
to do in Barcelona.

Find yourself another pastime.

Pastime...

Councilors,

my name is Manolo Vital,

a resident of Torre Baró, a neighborhood

that we built with our own hands.

And we didn't come because...

because we wanted to, no.

We were expelled from Extremadura.

From our homeland.

They took our jobs away and...

they wanted to take our dignity,

and that's the last thing you lose.

We arrived here, in Torre Baró...

bought the lots

and built the houses with our own hands.

We built Torre Baró,

Barcelona and Catalonia.

And we keep fighting for our dignity.

And dignity isn't something abstract.

It's the struggle for water,
for electricity, a post office,

for health care and public education,
that's dignity.

But we're cut off.

We're the ones behind the mountain.

We need a bus line that covers Torre Baró,

that covers the outskirts, as you say.

The outskirts...

And we will get it.

Get me some water, please.

This is the last one.

-Here.
-And this here.

This here.

Well, that's everything.

He really loved you,
you know that, don't you?

Look.

The store is yours.

-Aurora, no.
-No, what?

You do it beautifully.

Home is where we're loved,
and here we're not...

That's not true.

It's not true.

We love each other here too.

What's this nonsense?
Where will you go?

What are you doing?

-Manolo.
-You're going to hurt yourself.

Dad, come on.

-Manolo.
-Come on.

Now I have to put it all back on.

Manolo, enough!

Carmen!

I've brought some friends.

Come in, come in.

Come on in.

This way. Go ahead. Sit down.

Thank you for coming.

How many of you can't read or write?

You can raise your hand, it's okay.

They met in the arena,

two roosters facing each other.

They met in the arena,

two roosters facing each other.

Vital!

Vital!

Here's a little present for you.

Didn't you miss her?

Joana.

They took her to the police station.

The little princess of Torre Baró

writing graffiti on the walls
of the Town Hall, it's shameful.

Come on, let the girl go.

Joana.

Carmen.

What a pity.

Maybe you'll teach the girl
some manners, damn it.

My girl...

Here.

She's worth a thousand of you.

Okay, Carmen.

Speak to me in Christ's language,
not in Catalan.

Like you know how Christ spoke.

Carmen.

Manolo, send your wife inside.

What did you say?

Send your wife inside.

Get out of my house.

Get out of my house...

You hear me?

Please, Carmen.

How embarrassing.

Your wife wears the pants at home.

You're lucky I brought her to you.

Anything could've happened to the girl.

She could've been locked up.

She could've fallen out of a window.

Anything. But I brought her to you.

And I'm grateful to you.

I see you've thrived.

This is indeed a roof.

This is indeed a roof.

Your yard.

And this looks less like a pigsty.

A bit less.

-Have a good night.
-Thanks a lot.

Good night.

You thanked him?

Dad, you thanked him?

I've lost a lot in my life.
I don't want to lose you.

Didn't you want me to do something?

By using your head.

Yes, using your head.
What do you get with that, Dad?

-Nothing!
-Listen to me.

You don't know what they do
to people like us.

I don't know who people like us are.

My watch?

-Did you take it off?
-No.

What did I do with...?

My father's watch.

It'll turn up.

What the hell did I...?

Otherwise...

I didn't take it off.

Shit, where...?

It's all I have left of my father.

He left a letter before
he died that said:

"In case I don't come back.

The fallow field, for Carrascal.

We must sell the goats
before they're eaten.

Pay the bread lady what she's owed.

That's all. Farewell.

Diego Vital.

To my wife.

And the watch, to Manolo".

The Falange shot him four times,

in front of me.

I don't know
if I can leave here, Carmen.

They already kicked me
out of my house once.

And we built this one
with our own hands.

I...

I don't need a schoolto be a teacher.

I'm going to blow it all up.

I'm going to mess it up, Carmen.

You want to mess with me?

Good luck, Manolo.

Let's go.

-Good morning, Mr. Vital.
-Good morning.

Good morning, Manolo.

Have you learned to drive yet?

Today, Mrs. Vila.

That's good.

How's work, lawyer-man?

-Bad if I go into details, Manolo.
-Jeez.

Manolo.

I'm sorry it didn't work out.

I asked, but they're not interested
in the outskirts. I think they're wrong,

but I don't know how to help you anymore.

You want to help?
Run for mayor of Barcelona.

Me as mayor? Can you imagine?

Would you vote for me?

That depends.

-Thank you.
-See you later.

Right, everyone out!

End of the line.

Everyone out. Wait for the next 47.

What's going on? I don't get out here.

The bus is going to the garage.

-What's wrong, Manolo?
-I'm going to shake things up.

Excuse me, what do we do?

Excuse me, I don't know.

What's the matter?

Carmen, I'm on the way.

I'm coming up with the bus.

I'll tell everyone.

Kid!

Look, I'll give you this,

get a taxi and go tell...

What's going on?

...Matías that Manolo's taken
the bus to Torre Baró.

-What? Where?
-I've hijacked the bus. Got me?

He wants to take the bus to Torre Baró.

To Torre Baró?

Christ, where's that?

-Come on, snap out of it.
-But Mr. Vital...

What's the matter?

I'm taking the bus up to Torre Baró.

We're coming with you, Manolo.

Yes, I think it's good.

I've got nothing else to do.

Yes, we're coming with you.

You'll see.

What are you doing here?

I'm coming with you too.

Let's get to it.

This bus is hijacked.

Shit!

Come on!

Look there.
Tell me what leeway I have.

You've got two more yards.

-Go, go.
-Move, move.

More, more.

Go! Move it!

Let's go, come on! Go!

Go, Manolo!

-Come on, come on!
-Go, go, go!

Come on, that's it!

Okay, okay, okay.

Cover the hole! Cover it!

Put some planks on it!

Cover the hole!

Some planks on this hole.

C'mon, put this here.

Move, get it past.

Go, Manolo!

Now, now!

Now! Good!

I'm having great fun.

C'mon, up! Everyone on!

We're going to Torre Baró!

Are we all here?

TORRE BARÓ
WATER, POWER AND BUS

Get on, Carmen!

Come on!

Manolo!

We want the bus!
We want the bus!

We want the bus!
We want the bus!

Everyone, everyone!

José Manuel!

Listen to me!

Manolo, Manolo!

Manolo, Manolo!

Quiet, everyone! Quiet!
Vital's going to speak!

You all know
I'm a man of few words,

but they told us we couldn't
argue with the master.

They told us we'd get
the wages we deserved.

They told us we wouldn't have
a place in this land,

power or water.

You know what they said when I went
to ask for a line 47 for Torre Baró?

They said:
"Who'd want to go up there?"

And I said to them:

"Shit, the people who
came down this morning!"

Desi.

Desi.

Where is she?

Desi, who goes to the factory to sew.

José Manuel,

Felipín, may he rest in peace,

and they answered me:

"It's impossible for the 47
to go up to Torre Baró".

And I say to them from here:

"Gentlemen, what's this?"

What's this?

What's this?

Come here, Desi.
The prettiest in the neighborhood.

What the hell!

Right then...!

We've caused a ruckus.

Now I'll take the bus to the garage.

So, everyone inside. Pascual

The lawyer! Everyone inside!

I'm taking the bus to the garage.

We've caused a ruckus now.

Manolo! Manolo!

What do they want?

Relax, relax.

Evacuate the bus.

Carmen, take this.

Take the girl away.

No, Dad.

Joana. Let's go.

-Let's go, sir.
-No, it's fine, fine.

This isn't a hijacking.
We're here of our own free w...

Get off the bus.

Turn off the engine.

Down. That's it.

Get back!

Disperse, get back, please!

All this for what, Manolo?

For what?

Everyone's the way they are.

Come on, move it.

Move.

What's she doing? Joana!

Joana, come here.

Joana!

When the black rooster crows

it is the end of the day.

If the red rooster crowed

it would be another matter.

If I lie

let the wind erase my song.

Such disenchantment

if the wind erased my song.

They met in the arena,

two roosters facing each other.

The black rooster was big,

but the red one was brave.

If I lie

let the wind erase my song.

Such disenchantment

if the wind erased my song.

They looked at each other
face to face

and the black one attacked first.

The red rooster is brave

but the black one fights dirty.

If I lie

let the wind erase my song.

Such disenchantment

if the wind erased my song.

Black rooster, black rooster,

black rooster, I warn you.

A red rooster does not give in,

only when he is dead.

A red rooster does not give in,

only when he is dead.

If I lie

let the wind erase my song.

Such disenchantment

if the wind

erased my song.

MANOLO VITAL WAS TRIED AND SENTENCED
FOR THE HIJACKING OF THE 47 BUS.

My name is Manolo Vital,

from Valencia de Alcántara,
Extremadura.

I live at 100 Sant Feliu de Codina,
Torre Baró,

a neighborhood of Barcelona.

I drove the 47 bus

from Plaza Cataluña to Torre Baró.

They say it's a hijacking
but I think it's a necessity,

so here we are.

THANKS TO POPULAR PRESSURE,
MANOLO WAS REINSTATED...

ON THE CONDITION THAT HE NEVER
HIJACKED ANOTHER BUS.

AFTER THE HIJACKING
AND RESIDENTS' COMPLAINTS,

THE TOWN HALL APPROVED TORRE BARÓ
AND OTHER OUTSKIRTS AREAS FOR A BUS LINE.

BARCELONA CHANGED FOREVER.

WHEN PASQUAL MARAGALL
BECAME MAYOR OF BARCELONA,

HE STAYED WITH MANOLO AND CARMEN
FOR A FEW DAYS

TO GET TO KNOW
THE NEIGHBORHOOD UP CLOSE.

"If I don't come back,
sell the fallow land..."

ON JANUARY 16, 1998, THE TOWN HALL GAVE
THE CITY'S GOLD MEDAL TO MANOLO VITAL.

"To María Antonia, Gonzalo's wife,

I gave my money purse to mind
with a 25-peseta bill.

Sell the goats straight away
so they don't eat them.

And the same with the pig.

And settle up with Manuela,
the bread lady.

And without further ado, goodbye.
Your husband, Diego Vital.

And the watch is for Manolo".

That's the whole inheritance
from my father

before the Falange shot him

on October 6, 1936,

in Valencia de Alcántara,
the town where I was born.

CARMEN VILA OLIVÉ DIED IN 2010.
A FEW MONTHS LATER, MANOLO DIED.

THEY NEVER LEFT TORRE BARÓ.

THE 47

From that mud, this mud

Why don't they feel?

Why don't they change
the story of it all?

It's taken for granted

That life is no different for others

Although I remain
on the edge of the world

And although they don't
understand why I ask

And although they always
treat me like a stranger

And the years go by and by

Neither the memory
or the harm is forgotten

The town and what is loved

My yearning by your side

The pain unexplained to the world

And the road that gets harder each day

But all things are endured

And the love for whom
you wished to sing

The struggle with fear in your chest

In case no one turns it into facts

THANK YOU, LYNN, FOR IMPROVING US,

FOR FILLING OUR STORIES
WITH BEAUTIFUL VOICES

So many eyes
looking at one point

They only seek,

They only want
what's necessary and fair

No more is asked for
than what is in your hands

Fight for the dignity
of every human being

Although I remain
on the edge of the world

And although they don't
understand why I ask

And although they always
treat me like a stranger

And the years
go by and by

Neither the memory
or the harm is forgotten

The town
and what is loved

My yearning
by your side

The pain unexplained
to the world

The road that gets
harder every day

But all things
are endured

And the love for whom
you wished to sing

The struggle with fear
in your chest

In case no one
turns it into facts

Nightingale, you are going to France, nightingale,

entrust me to mother,
nightingale,

of a beautiful bocage, nightingale,

of a flight

Give me to my mother, nightingale,

and not so much to my father,
nightingale,

of a beautiful bocatge,
nightingale,

of a flight.

And not so much to my father, nightingale,

A shepherd has not given me,nightingale,

of a beautiful bocatge,
nightingale,

of a flight.

A shepherd has not given me,nightingale,

that makes me keep the ramada,
nightingale,

of a beautiful bocatge,
nightingale,

of a...

Flight.