All language subtitles for Pajarico (Carlos Saura, 1997).english

LITTLE BIRD

Let me help you.

I have a son your age.

- Is someone waiting for you?
- Yes, my Uncle Juan.

You wait here for your uncle, uh?

And don't worry, he'll come soon.

Written and directed by
CARLOS SAURA

to Lali and Anna

- Are you Manuel?
- Yes.

Well now, whew...

How was your trip?

Okay.

Don't you remember me?

Uncle Juan, your Uncle Juan,
my boy.

How much you've grown, uh?

What have you got here, son?

What's wrong, baby?

I want to go with my parents.

Oh well, no big deal, Manuel,

you will see how
everything works out.

You'll see.

That's better. Is it true that
you won a drawing prize at school?

Yes.

Blow your nose.

The Cebrians have
temperament of artists.

"Who through life sighs asks:

What is life?
Life is suffering, grief,

a torment that
invites us to meditation."

What do you think of the poem?

Your father wrote it, at your age.
Such a guy was your father.

I want to go to my parents.

Then we start well.

Hello!

Hello!

Manu, you're wondering what you're
doing here in Murcia with your uncles.

It is because my
parents are getting divorced.

Well, we'll talk about that later,
okay?

You'll see how
things are working out:

Following the
instructions of your parents,

you're going to spend 3 weeks
with your family in this house.

You'll spend the
first week with Uncle Juan,

and Marisa, your aunt.

And, of course, with your cousins,

Sofia, Amalia, and Fuensanta.

Hello!

Then you'll spend
another week with Fernando

and Aunt Beatriz.

They live at the first floor

and are the owners of the shop.

And if it's any reference,

I'll tell you they
make real tasty sweets,

the finest in Murcia.

And the last week
you'll spend here with us.

I am Loly.

I am Emi.

Well,
all this if you think it's okay.

Because we're in a democracy,
right?

Margarita, Margarita, uh?

Yes, yes.

We thought it convenient that,
rather than going to a new school,

with all its implications,

it's better that
I teach you new subjects,

and make sure you won't
forget what you already learned.

We'll also try, as far as possible,

to visit some of the most
remarkable monuments of this city,

to develop your cultural heritage.

Murcia is a beautiful city,

which has the benefit
of the water of the River Segura,

to create this beautiful garden
where orchards, lemons and oranges...

Margarita!

...grow handsomely.

Antonico, son, where are you?

Antonico!

He speaks to you, play along.

Son, what is it?

Are you sick?

Say something.

I've been looking all over the house,
and I didn't find you.

Where have you been?

I was out there playing.

Where, playing the birdie?

What do I say?

This is Manuel, Antonio's son,
your grandchild.

My grandson, grandson?

He is the son of Antonio.

Grandpa, your son Antonio married Teresa,
remember?

This child is
your grandchild Manuel.

And my son Antonico?

Is he dead?

No, Dad, he's not dead,
your son lives in Madrid.

My nephew Manuel,
what do you think?

He is handsomer than you.

Have you seen such beauty?
Say hi.

Hello!

Well, keep working.

Manu, you and I, we will work too.

♪ From the garden of
Murcia I bring a flower ♪

♪ of which, my love,
I make a love nest ♪

Pelea, you have an ass
such as to bit it a nibble.

Already returned to your old ways?

What shall we do, my daughter?

Well, first lesson.
Manu, write this down.

- Maruja, come. - Yes?
- Come for a little while.

Come, come.

Coming.

- Don't go!
- Why wouldn't I go? Leave me alone.

The most important thing
is to take good measurements.

If you're wrong you lose the
customer and your self confidence.

Write down:

Back: 33.

Length of back: 40.

Do not give yourself, Marujita.

Why not?

I'm not at all like you, Celia.

Bust: 85. Beauty!

Record it, son, write it down.

Hi, Dad!

Hello!

Good morning!

She's beautiful!

Let's see,
what happens to my Fuensanta?

But Fuensanta,
you look like a princess!

Such a nice dress!

And the sketchbooks...

- And this one for you.
- Thank you!

Off we go!

Well, here,
sit down where you want.

Manu! Put your hat on,
in these latitudes the sun is strong.

"Neither the sun nor death,
can you look in the face."

♪ On the edge of the Segura ♪

♪ when a farmer woman laughs ♪

♪ glows with beauty ♪

♪ all the Murcia shore ♪

Pay attention,

concentrate on what I say.

Do you see?

Look, that light!

That light!

The reeds and the river, can you see,
which bisects the whole space,

but most important are the colours.

Look, Manu,
look at the green trees,

is it not a wonder?

Look, a magpie!

It's a beautiful bird,

though a little
bad for the country.

Remember me when I get home
to show you a picture by Breguel.

I feel chills every
time I see that picture.

Do you know why?

No?

Because it has mystery.

The mystery, Manu, is a gift
that only the enlightened ones have,

but today we'll try to rob
nature of some of its colours,

right, child?

Come on, do your thing!

♪ From the garden of
Murcia I bring a flower ♪

♪ of which, my love,
I make a love nest ♪

♪ how happy I will be ♪

♪ Lady of Fuensanta ♪

♪ how happy I will be ♪

♪ virgin in my heart ♪

Fuensanta, Fuensanta!

Dad!

We have visitors.

We've done it!

Good day!

- Artist?
- How are you, Sheriff?

Haven't you heard?
I'm not sheriff anymore.

Now I am God.

Damn, and on Sunday?

Have you changed your
profession to improve?

It is a joke, don't get angry.

Okay, okay.

Got anything to eat?

Yeah, man. Give him an apple,
Manu.

Give it, give it.

Let's see,
you are an innocent child,

tell me who I am?

And should I know?

You don't know who I am, girl?

You don't know who I am?

Is it possible?

I'm God!

Yes,

I'm God!

And how do you know?

Would one proof be
enough for you to believe?

I can disappear anytime!

Really?
Then disappear and leave us alone.

Not so, not so easy, right?

You gotta have faith

with faith, yeah.

Faith moves mountains.

- Hey, you want me to disappear?
- Okay.

Okay, don't bother us,
get out of here.

Wait, wait.

Okay, okay, I'll disappear.

He doesn't disappear.

Sheriff...

Sheriff, Sheriff, man,

have you died?

Where am I?

Who are you?

He is well, yeah.

Well, well, well.

I'm here again.

You've seen how I have gone?

I told you.

I disappear when I want
because I am God, the Almighty.

But you haven't moved from there.

Above all, incredulous.

Disbeliever! I have returned!

I'm already back here!

I left,
and I'm back, and here I am.

Stay with God!

Mark, mark!

Now, pass it.

Hey, the skirt,

Gather!

Listen, Manu!

Look how wonderful!

Something happens in this
picture that makes it unique.

The hunters, dogs,
but the mystery is in the magpie,

flying over the snowy mountains.

Do you see?
We remove the bird

and it is another thing.

It loses the mystery, Manu.

Fuensanta, turn on the light!

You see,

what's inside.

See the green tunic.

Everything in this
picture has double meaning,

like the mirror for example,
here it is.

And here it is!

This is the
picture of pictures for me.

What a picture, my God!

I'll give my life
to paint such a picture.

In life there are
a few magical moments,

something happens that moves us,

felt like an earthquake,

the trembling of
the beauty in music,

in poetry, in a picture,

sometimes in a movie.

Great artists,

maybe they don't know,

have the power to convey the magic,

the mystery of beauty,

the harmony of words

and things,

wonderful!

Am I okay like this?

Turn a little,

a little more, woman.

There is nothing more
beautiful than the female body,

and you have a great body,
Martita.

You have to have confidence in me.

I am an artist.

Let me see your breasts,
baby!

Can' you see? I don't know how
you hide something so beautiful.

Those breasts have grown

and developed to be cherished.

What pretty things you say,
Juan!

- It's a secret.
- What secrets?

Well, women things.

Whew.

And you?

Well, it's a hassle with homework,
I enjoy at recess

playing football with my friends.

And you like soccer so much?

You hate football, right?

I like reading more,
and I want to be a dancer.

Those on TV?

Well, everything.

Want me to teach you?

- What?
- Cod!

Like going to school today?

What's up, Sophia?

I don't know why we have to
go to school for what you learn...

Better you are there,
than shut up at home all day watching TV.

Best for what?

I'll give you a slap!

I don't wanna go to school!

You'll do what I say.

Quiet!

You know the colours in English?

Yes.

How do you say "rosa"?

Pink.

And "azul"?

Blue.

And "negro"?

Black.

"Morado"?

I don't know.

And "verde"?

Green.

"Perro"?

Dog.

"Lapiz"?

No.

Coming, Manu?

What's wrong, son?

No, nothing, Aunt.

Fuensanta!

Fuensanta, where are you?

Don't be tedious, Fuensanta,
this is a bother!

Where are you?

Fuensanta?

Fuensanta?

You are stupid!

You were scared, uh?

Stupid, stupid!

Don't be angry, wait!

Such bad temper, hey, no big deal!

How funny you!

Were you scared?

No, I'm not afraid of that crap.

Yeah, you were scared,
admit it!

- Manu?
- What?

Do not be like that, man,

If I knew you were that sensitive,
I wouldn't do it, okay?

Don't ever do that to me anymore!

No.

Sit down here beside me.

Closer.

This is my favourite place.

- I come here to imagine.
- To imagine?

Don't you imagine?

Try it,

close your eyes,

and imagine.

What do you see?

I see my parents,

in Madrid.

I'm awake,

in bed.

I can't sleep.

What else?

Your parents have separated
because they don't get along.

And so?

Well, they have separated.

Everyone lives his life.

Aunt Maggie says
your father is a pennant.

What is that?

He is a gulf.

They were arguing and saying things.

What did they say?

Did you spy on them?

No.

Well, yes.

One night, yeah.

I couldn't sleep,

and went to their room.

My mother said she had
reached the limit of his strength,

and couldn't take it anymore.

What else?

Do you promise not telling anyone?

I promise.

Promised, promised, promised.

My mother told my
father that he was disgusting.

Is not it terrible?

I only get disgusted at roaches.

Come with me,

now I'll show you my secret.

Now be quiet.

- I see nothing.
- Hush! Stick with me.

Be quiet, uh?

- What are they doing?
- They're making love.

So?

It makes me laugh.

That's the third you're taking,
you will feel bad.

Easy.

Anything else?

This phrase is devilish, hell!

Nephew,
take that chair and sit down.

You stop playing a couple of
days and you lose the dexterity.

Since I can't give
you the time you need,

well, nothing. A disaster.

She's very demanding.

She want me to put my
finger on exactly the right place,

not 1 mm above or below,

and that takes hours
and hours of work, son.

Thousands of times I have to
put my finger on the exact spot.

And without reference, son.

Then there is the arc,

the exact pressure,

the inclination required,

and stop at the right time,
not to extend a note

and destroy all the work done so far.

Geniuses don't not exist,
son.

It's done by dint of
working hours and submission.

My teacher told me:

"Fernandico, you are very valuable,

you have talent,

and if you'd want,

you could be
somebody on the music scene."

Yeah, he said that.

He liked to talk of the 'music scene',
son.

"But you are
lacking one important thing,

you lack consistency, willpower,
tenacity, wanting above all to be a star."

He knew me well, because to me, baby,

what I like in life, is wandering.

In that respect I am Barogiano,
I like to walk the roads of life,

and see what life has in store for me,
or gives me, and so on.

You do it very well, Uncle,
I like it a lot.

Thank you, Nephew.

Thanks to everybody,

thank you, dear audience.

What would the
Philharmonic be without me!

Thank you,
and may you be held by the ass!

Fernando!

Work and evil money are claiming us,
son.

The owner calls you.

Treat me with respect,
Tony,

especially in front of my nephew.

I need to talk to you.

- See you later?
- Yes.

The flesh is weak, beloved Nephew,

And you, what about you?

Do you like girls?

Well, it depends.

Yeah, of course,
then take some advice, son.

Be careful with women.

They have the wisdom, and strength.

Did you call me?

Man, you playing the
cello and your Christmas carols,

while there's a lot to do.

Remember you have to make the
wedding cake for the Enriquez?

Ah, the Enriquez?

"What became of so much elegance."

What a head I have, son,
I had completely forgotten.

A wedding cake,
with its doll and all,

from that we make a living,
don't forget.

Life is a wedding cake,
child,

"where do you go,
child, through the woods,

I'll take the flowers of nature."

No, I'm very inspired today,
son.

My neurons are here,
between the cream and the Chantilly.

- Have you learned about VAT?
- No.

Well, very simple, baby.

Always more.

How dare you do that?

You have no right.

I don't know what happened,
but it's like that.

I fell in love with her.

I don't want to hurt you, Fernando,
I've always been honest to you.

And me with you, Toni.

I know you'll suffer,

but better you hear it
from me than from others.

But we can keep meeting.

We're getting married.

I'll kill myself!

I'll kill myself!

I can't live without you.

Don't tell me that,
that hurts my heart, Fernando!

I can't live without you!

I love you, Toni.

I love you more than
anything in the world.

Don't leave me, Toni,

please don't leave me!

I love you too, I'll never
forget what you've done for me.

I was wrong, I...

I didn't know what I wanted,
I was trying out.

And now you know?

Yes.

You said you loved me,

that you would live with me forever.

We can't control feelings

they are stronger than us.

They are stronger than all things.

You told me that, do you remember?

But we can keep meeting,

even if you go with that one.

No, Fernando,
I'm changing my life!

With Rosa I
discovered that I like women.

I never felt like that before,

my flesh burns when I touch her.

I dream about her body.

I like her voice.

- Look, when I...
- Shut up!

Don't humiliate me.

Okay, go away.

Without rancour?

Go.

Sorry.

Go.

I'm sorry, really.

- Auntie?
- Get in!

Can I come in?

Come in, come.

Come in at once!

- What do you want?
- You have scissors?

You know I don't like you
fooling around with scissors, why?

I want to cut something.

In the dressing
table I think I have some.

In the top drawer,
in the sewing bag.

- How about my dress, do you like it?
- Yes.

- Have you ever seen a naked woman?
- Yes.

Do you like my body?

Do you like my breasts?

Look, man, they won't eat you!

Come, come closer.

Touch me.

Uncle Fernando says
he is going to kill himself.

What are you saying?

He has a gun,
and says he will kill himself.

Did he say that to you?

No, to Toni.
Toni says he's going to marry a woman.

Uncle Fernando said that if he does,
he will kill himself.

That is nonsense!

Where have you seen that?

What do you know?

- Promise me that you'll never tell anyone.
- Why?

Or does someone else know?

Promise me, then?

Yes.

Sleep, my life.

Sleep, my love.

Nobody told me how
much solitude is needed,

to know what is loneliness.

How much love is needed...
to feel loved.

Or how much pain
to want not to be born.

Nobody will hurt you.

I'll always by your side.

I will be with you always.

Manu, open the door.

Coming?

You can't catch me!

I had a terrible day at school,

really terrible.

Why?

Because I've been punished.

Well,
I've had a very strange dream.

- Want me to tell?
- Yes.

I was in a train station,
I wonder if you saw...

one of those that have many railways,
crossing each other,

when going out of the station.

Of course I've seen!

You think that only those
from Madrid know everything?

Well, okay, okay!

I had to go from
side to side of the tracks.

I had to cross the tracks.

It was all full of train tracks.

Suddenly,
I heard the whistle of a locomotive.

And I saw a train
approaching in the distance.

I didn't know where to hide,

because I was in
the midst of all tracks.

Mother!

And what did you do?

I stood still and closed my eyes.
What could I have done?

If I ran it could have been worse.

And what happened?

The locomotive coming toward me,

to me!

Closer.

I stood still.

- Yes, and what else?
- I woke up.

Well, well!

Have you seen who he was?

What a scare, right?

Who were they?

My cousin Loly and her boyfriend.

Don't take it!

There is blood!

Do not touch it, throw it,
it is very dangerous!

Why?

If you touch the needle you die!

- How does it feel when you sting?
- You die, throw it, Fuensanta!

Didn't he ever shoot in your veins?

- Does it hurt?
- A lot.

I can't look at it, I get dizzy.

Are you in pain?

Something terrible is happening!

What, where?

I don't know,

but something is
happening in this house.

Emilio! Emilio!

Emilio!
Your brother just fell down and died!

Look what's happening!

Quiet, please!

Calm down, please!

Send for an ambulance immediately!

The hospital? Get me to the
emergency room.

Yes, this is Dr. Cebrian.

Don Emilio Cebrian.

An ambulance to his home,
Velluga Cardinal Square.

- Emilio, they ask if it's a heart attack.
- Yes.

Tell them to send it immediately,
we're losing him.

Yes, please, urgent.

God!

Let's see, Manu, where is Italy?

Don't get distracted,
where is Italy?

Is it possible?

What is the capital of Italy?

Rome, eternal City.

Right. In Rome, well, at the Vatican,
lives the Holy Pope.

Where is Australia?

I'll give you a clue,
where are the kangaroos from?

- From Australia.
- So, search.

I think they're here, look.

- Do not be an ass, that's Africa!
- Shut up!

Why, can't I speak, or what?

Why?

Then go!

Well, what's going on?

Why are you shouting like that?

Watch that bug,
look at that beast!

Manu, pick up the phone,
it's your father.

- Kill it, kill it!
- God, she's hysterical!

Dad? Where are you?

I'm fine.

But when are you coming?

Calling from Italy.

Okay.

But when?

It's a hassle, Dad!

Classes!

Yes, I'm fine.

I want you to come.

And Mom?

I would like a robot.

Aunt Maggie spies on me!

She's a heavy one.

She won't let me breathe.

No one can stand her.

I'll be patient.

Goodbye, Dad.

How dare you, uh?

How could you do that?
Me spying on you!

Margarita!

Are you deaf?

Grandfather is calling!

Look, I can't go now!

Come on,
Grandfather is calling!

Come on!

What happened?

My father comes to get me.

- When?
- Right away.

- Manu, how is father?
- Okay.

My child, precious.

Come, Santica.

- Can you give me the phone?
- Yes.

- See you later.
- See you later.

- What will I do when you go?
- You come with me.

- My parents will not allow me.
- Why not?

We cannot live together.

Cousin marriages
are banned by the Pope.

That's nonsense.
It's not a problem these days.

- Did you ever get in there?
- No.

That's forbidden.

Prohibited, banned, banned.

Coming?

And if we get caught?

But really,
what are you doing here?

We wanted to know what's inside.

Then that's fine,

because curiosity
is the mother of science.

And what do you think?

Fascinating!

What is this?

That is the iris.

Who'd say that the health of a
person shows in such a small an area, uh?

Of course, a complex nervous system...

draws, like a map...

to each organ of the body...
within the iris.

- Does this really interest you?
- Yes.

Look...

this is the right iris,

but is placed here on the left.

And here, at 12 o'clock,
the brain is represented.

And here, at 5 o'clock zone,

are the female genital organs.

- Don't you believe it, Fuensanta?
- No.

Well, believe me, baby,

everything good and
everything bad that is saved here,

almost everything we know,

comes in trough our eyes.

And from there we put it here,
in the brain.

But well,
we'll leave that for now.

Manu, Fuensanta,
stand behind the camera.

Come, don't be afraid, here.

Come on Manu,

and look through it.

Let's see,

what do you see?

The window,
and you, but upside down.

Exactly.
That's how we see things.

But the brain puts them upright,
so that no one falls from the ceiling.

There are still those who believe
that a photograph steals your soul,

and that the image reflected
in the mirror decreases you,

because on bending you,
you lose half your energy.

But the truth is that...

we live from appearances,

reflections and illusions.

- Don't you think?
- Yes.

I see things that I cannot see.

True,
Fuensanta sees things not seen.

It's possible.

Some people have these powers.

At least, that's what they say.

Fuensanta,
I've never looked at your iris, right?

No.

We're doing it right now.

Manu, press that
button next to the window.

The one next to the curtain.

- This one?
- That one.

Come, sit down.

Support the chin here.

Easy, uh?

And look at this staring point.

Come closer, Manu.

Well, do you see?

Now we focus.

Exactly.

See?

Look,

what complexity,

secrecy and mystery are in there.

That is the iris of a child.

Still clean and transparent.

The colours are vivid.

Life is at its best here.

Let's see it for a while, Fuensanta.
Don't move.

- Here is something somewhat unusual.
- What?

Quiet, don't move.

It's like a vibration.

And you say you see things not seen,
right?

I also hear things.

And what do you see now?

I see Aunt Maggie coming.

And Grandfather says he
wants to speak to Manu about death.

But what are you saying,
child!

Emilio! Are the kids there?

Yes, they are here Margarita.

Where have you gone, uh?

Didn't I say that it's
forbidden to enter here?

I'm going to seriously punish you.

If you think you can do whatever
pleases you, you are very wrong.

Margarita!

Okay, okay, what do you want?

Dad, he is increasingly obsessed.

No one can stand him.

I tell him to get up and he says no,

that he wants to stay in bed for life.

He's getting intolerable.

Says he wants to speak with Antonico.

Well, we have to be patient.

Let him rest.

But Emilio, you said he
should exercise every day.

Okay,
but for one day, it's no problem.

- Anything else?
- Yes, he insists on talking to Antonico.

He says:
"I want to talk to my baby Antonico."

Uncle,
whom Grandfather wants to talk to is Manu.

Possibly...

You can't understand him anymore.

He asked me for a
pitcher with umbrellas.

He wants orange juice.

But, how do you know that,
my daughter?

Okay Manu, accompany
Fuensanta and go see Grandfather.

Be very patient with him,
please.

He's a very old man, go!

This century is going to end badly,
son.

Will end badly this century,
is going to end very bad son.

Why will this century end badly,
Grandpa?

Have you heard the news?

The Russians will become Christians,

and the Americans will
all be black and communists.

Millions of people have
been killed for nothing, son.

For nothing.

Everything's upside down.

In the European war,
they killed 50 million people.

Do you realise what that means?

Such folly! Nobody agrees.

And without change,
there's no life.

But the changes bring disaster,
disorganisation and chaos.

Have you travelled a lot?

I've been to Santiago de Compostela,
with school.

And what about it?

Well.

You have to travel, Antonico,

to realise what life is.

Here we believe we
are the navel of the world.

Not that life is better there.
Perhaps worse.

But everywhere they bake beans.

I get real tedious with my sermons,
right son?

No.

It is the inevitable legacy
of a life devoted to teaching.

Hand me the hair on the tongue.

He wants a glass of water.

- Do you want a glass of water?
- Of course!

I am an useless old man.

But this is still working.

Well, Antonico,
let's get to our thing.

I, before, before...
that,

I have to tell you
something I haven't told anyone.

Come a little bit closer.

In this house a lot of
things have happened, Antonico.

My name is Manuel.
Don't you remember, Grandpa?

The most important is
what I'm about to tell you.

We all keep secrets...
of which we are ashamed, son.

I have my secret.

Something that nobody knows but me.

And that One, if he exists.

A secret I've kept
with me throughout my life.

But now that I'm going to...

I want you to know it.

You've been my favourite son,
Antonico,

my solitary bird.

You know why
I named you lonely bird?

No, not really.

Because you were always jumping
around from one place to another,

and you liked to be alone,
and reading, and be independent.

You're just like me.

And the secret?

What secret?

The secret, Grandpa.

Ah, yes.

My secret.

I must unload the spirit.

You see, those were times of war,
son.

In times of war,
the order of things gets broken.

People committed
the worst atrocities,

on behalf of who knows what.

It is a time
of vengeance and cruelty.

He came to see me dressed in black,
gun on the belt.

He came to tell me
I had taken his girlfriend,

and that he would kill me.

He was a rough guy,
nasty and stinking of wine.

I was frightened.

I told him that she had chosen me.

It was true, because they
are the ones who choose, son.

I tried to use
all possible arguments...

to make him change his intentions.

But he was determined to kill me.

I don't know where I got strength.

I jumped on him like a bull.

I drew his pistol and he hit my arm.

I still have the scar.

And look, look what I did.

I felt a divine wrath.

I hit him until I could no more.

First with my hand, and then with
a shovel. Until my fingers flayed.

It was horrible, I lost control.
And for a very long time...

I was another person.

When I came to,
and I realised what I had done,

I trembled.

What to do?

- What could I do, Lord?
- What did you do, Grandpa?

Who are you?

What did you do after killing him,
Grandpa?

I buried him at below the stairs,

and there he is.

- In the basement?
- In the basement, yeah.

Don't you hear a heavenly sound?

It's Uncle Fernando
coming from the hospital.

No, no,
Uncle Fernando is in a bad state.

He's been paralysed forever.

Never able to
play the bagpipes again.

It rains over the fields.

He wants you to pull
down the blinds a bit.

What will be there?
Nothing...

One goes, and that's it.

I wish there was something.

Not to die all the way.

A place where one
could breathe comfortably.

If you breathe well and feel no pain,

then you're in heaven.

How fine you are...

when you're fine.

- Why do you paint your face?
- To be more beautiful.

- Want me to paint you?
- Okay.

- Why kids are not painted?
- What do I know?

Why do you ask me?

Why do you sting yourself?

What are you saying, are you crazy?
I don't prick myself.

So what did you do on the terrace?

Don't stick your nose in or I'll smack
you so bad you can't be found, okay?

I don't prick myself.

I don't like it.

Who were you with at the terrace?

If you're so interested,
I'll say with my boyfriend.

He pricks himself.

We found a bloody syringe.

Who else knows?

Just me.

And Fuensanta.

Ignorance first.

That one always gets my leg.
If you sing I'll kill you both!

Tell stupid if she doesn't stay mum,
I'll whack her for all her life,

and you too!

You are playing with fire.

You are warned.

If you say a single word,
I'll kill you.

Is that clear?

You know where your sister is?

With her boyfriend, I'd say.

We'll have to do
something about this girl.

Or we have problem.

She had to be home already.

Leave her, these days you
can't demand her home this early.

If only for discipline, Dad,
and as an example to the young ones.

We must adhere to rules.

When she grows older
she can do what she wants.

If she want to leave home,
she leaves.

She's still too young to go around.

She is 17 years old.

At that age I was married to Emilio.

Those were different times.

But that's not what worries me.
It's this boyfriend she got.

He's too thin. And vicious.

But you just told me to let her,
what do you want Dad?

Don't confuse quail with lettuce.

Grandpa is right, Emilio,
that kid is very pale.

He has a bad influence on her.

I think this kid is taking drugs.

He needles, with heroin.

But how awful is that, Dad,
that boy is the son of Gimeno.

Well, yes, he is legit.

So if he's on dope we'd know,
here in Murcia you know everything.

What he does to himself,
I don't care.

But my Loli...

I can't sleep at the thought.

Emilio, you have to do something!

I would like you to examine
him using any pretext, that kid.

And so, at least get out of doubt.

I'd be more quiet.

We are nuts in this house. What happens
to you Margarita, with whom you speak?

I don't talk to anybody, Emilio,
with whom was I to speak?

That's what I want to know,
with whom, what's up?

I knew you would guess,
I wanted to tell you.

No mysteries, Margarita,
tell me what happened.

I'll tell if you insist.

This morning I had a
miraculous vision in the bathroom.

I saw a wonderful light,
it was incredible.

Margarita!

It filled all with light,
and She appeared.

She?

Stop talking nonsense,
Margarita.

- You've taken the pill?
- Of course I've taken the pill.

What I mean is,
you can't go around

scaring the kids.

But it's the truth,
and every day I took the pill.

This morning
I told the Father Justo.

He told me it was the
virgin who lit the path to glory.

Then tell that jerk to stop
sticking his nose into our lives.

And please sister don't you
dare go on telling the miracles.

Because we'll
have a pilgrimage here.

Emilio's right about that,
don't go saying that you have visions.

- But it's the truth!
- Well, even if it's the truth!

You shut up, or you tell me.

And that's it.

What did you see, Aunt?
How was this glow?

You see, it was like a
light globe coming from the beyond.

Filling me with its light.

A sense of
peace and joy flooded my heart.

The balloon opened,
and a golden light filled everything.

And there She was,
inside the balloon.

All golden,
dazzling and beautiful.

Good night to all!

Good night, Grandpa.

Let's see,
can't you ever come on time?

Do you know what time is it now?

Oh, I thought it was early!

How time flies, right?

Tell your boyfriend to stop by here
tomorrow, I want to take a look at him.

Why?

Because I don't like
how thin and pale he is.

You have no right to meddle
in the lives of others, Dad.

Well, I'll give you a slap.

Even though you are a woman.

I need to know whom you meet,
and this kid looks sick.

And I don't want my
daughter to meet a sick guy.

So tomorrow tell him to come here.

And if he doesn't,
I'll call his father.

And what can you say,
that Jaime is skinny?

I like him that way.

What can I say?

Stop it, damn it!
Enough is enough!

Enough is enough!

I've always been a man of order.

Peace-loving.

I've never said anything.

Well, well.

It's not that bad, Emilio.

Easy, Emilio.

Calm down.

Don't get so angry,
it's not worth it.

Don't panic,
occasionally he gets it.

He'll soon get well.

He has this, his eyes go blank,
as if he were to have an attack.

So when he says that I'm epileptic,
he'd better looking in the mirror.

Don't panic Manu,
come here young man!

It's the adrenalin
that's gotta go somewhere.

Be calm, it's always the same.

Not important.

It's his character.

No, it has nothing
to do with Uncle Fernando.

Mine is temporary, calm down.

To Dad this also happens sometimes.

See?
We only inherit the wickedness.

I've always been a peace-loving man.

Less when you almost killed the
boyfriend of Aunt Maggie, Grandpa!

This man came to the
house dressed as Falangist.

And I've always been
a Republican of honour!

He was not my boyfriend,
he was courting me, though.

And you, what brother you got
into the closet, scared to death.

That's enough Margarita,
that's a lie.

It's true.
When Aunt Maggie's boyfriend came,

Emilio and I got into the closet,
scared to death!

Federico Sanchez was very handsome,
but he abused me during my absences,

and father forbade
him to come and see me.

That one just wanted to fuck you.

I don't turn a blind eye.

He was very fond of me.

He was so passionate... one day he
came here to this house, saying that...

either I was his, or anyone else's.

Imagine, in those times.

He came pointing a pistol,
saying he would kill us all...

if he couldn't take Aunt Margarita.

And Uncle and
I tucked in the closet!

Did he fire?
Wasn't it Grandfather who shot?

You don't know
my fear in that closet.

I even peed.

Did Grandfather kill him,
and bury him in the basement?

I killed him with these hands,
and buried him in the basement.

You get carried away, Dad.

You did not miss a thing, Margarita,
because he was just a pimp.

No, no. Don't mess with me.

I had the asparagus, when Antonio
came in with the library in his hand.

And I, with the leg of the thing,

I told him that if he
didn't offer me the solution,

I was not about influence peddling.

That I was tired of resources,
bulging and corruption.

Calm down, Dad!

- There is a storm, Aunt.
- Storm? Nonsense!

Damn!
It is the lightning that doesn't stop!

History is always
written by the victors.

"It is written, rest in peace."

"The shadows of the
night were going ahead."

Psalm 10, verse two.

"My heart is wounded."

Psalm 102, verse four.

Well, nothing has happened here.

Let's cool things off a bit.

Listen to my poem.

What do you want now,
Dad?

Well,
I want to recite my latest poem.

The dedication is a very,
very special.

- It is for you, Antonico.
- For me, Grandpa?

My heart is hurt.

And my days are
like vanishing shadows.

The shadow of the
night hides the child in me.

I am like a
lonely birdie on the roof.

Emilito, son!

What happened, man?

Grandfather, he's not at home!

- Emilito, son, wake up!
- What is it, Mom, what's going on?

Come on,
you need to help find Grandfather!

He had never done such a thing.

Margarita,
have you spoken to Juan?

Yes, he knows nothing,
no trace of Grandfather.

Before calling the police,
does anybody know where Grandpa could be?

No Emilio, I told you,
nobody knows anything.

I'm worried Margarita,
is the first time.

Emilito,
do you know something?

Let me sleep.

Emilito, I'm asking!

- No, I don't know where he is!
- Then answer!

He may not have gone too far,
I'm going to look for him.

Where? All around Murcia,
daughter?

No, over there,
standing here we're not doing anything.

I know who knows.

How could you know?

Don't start that nonsense.
Leave him alone!

- Who knows, baby?
- Fuensantica.

Hi, Grandpa!

Hello, Antonico!

I was expecting you.

Did you get lost?

Dad,
may we know what you're doing here?

Waiting.

What will I do?

I've lost again, my son.

I forgot everything.

I didn't know
where I was or who I was.

I didn't know which way to go.

The whole family is looking for you,
Dad.

- You see, here I am.
- Do you know how I knew you were here?

Because I know you like trees...

the flowers and the birdies.

I wanted to go to sea,
but I got lost.

I want to see
the sea one last time.

I'll take you to the sea,
Dad.

Life is beautiful
when you breathe well, baby.

Now you come home with us,
Dad.

Don't worry, it's not worth it.

I'm fine here.

I am an elephant, Antonico.

An elephant?

If he says he's an elephant,
then that's it.

When elephants are old,
they leave the herd,

and go away to die.

While Emilio your son is alive,
you will always be with us.

Right, Manu?

Yes, come on, Grandpa, go home!

It's not that...

You're better already.

Come on, don't be so lazy, Dad.

I wanted to go to the sea.
But I got lost.

I'll take you to the sea, Dad,
I promise.

Really?

A Cebrian's promise is a...

- Well, it is a promise, right?
- A truth as a temple, son!

A security for the future.

The transmuting voice,
uncompromising legislator.

Says: Holy word, heavenly music,

testimony, warranty and oaths.

A vote!

One day my father,
caught up in some old papers,

found a text that caught his eye.

It was a text written in Arabic.

From Methuselah's time.

When he was in the Moroccan war,

he swallowed it like a wall.

The text said...
where a treasure was buried.

When he returned from Morocco,

my father was
devoted heart and soul,

to find the treasure of the Arabs,

which according to the text
was buried under an olive tree.

With precise coordinates.

Everyone thought
my father was crazy.

And the matter was forgotten.

But my father,
after many twists and turns,

found the treasure.

It was a fabulous treasure.

With hundreds of gold coins.
And priceless jewels.

He said nothing to anyone.

He was silent as the grave.

In case the dead could talk.

Well, gradually selling those treasures,
here and there,

he gave a career
to all his children.

And still had enough money
to buy a house here in Murcia.

And another one in the Urrutia,
on the Minor Sea.

Is that true, Uncle?

Well,
if Grandpa says so it's possible.

Possible? Possible?
Why not?

Litter that the wind takes.

The moon and the stars.

Who is the gold,
and who is the Arab?

It is also said of crowing
and not putting the egg out.

Which means:
Who presses little covers hard.

Or that for getting on earlier
you don't have clearer ideas.

Do you understand anything?

He has the ideas accelerated.

Which claims reason the words
become wrapped in the tongue.

Creeper!

That is, life is a creeper
that binds us to the abyss.

And speaking of abyss,

there are depths of
passion and depths of hell.

Great!

How beautiful life is!

How beautiful is the sea!

How nice it is when you're okay.

While we are saddened
by separation of the body,

those who have the priceless
gift of Christian faith...

hope to be reunited
with him in Father's house.

We must console ourselves,

as we pray God to welcome
our brother in his mercy.

And to grant his family,
and all who mourn his death,

the consolation of faith.

Let us pray.

Our Lord and our Redeemer,

who gave yourself to death so that all
men be saved and pass from death to life.

Look kindly upon your servants.

- Saddened by the death of...
- Dad!

...who loved him,
come to you confidently.

You, Lord, you're the only saint.
And the only one infinitely merciful.

How you've grown, Manu!

How handsome you are,
you look like a man.

...and don't let the eternal King,
who in baptism was...

incorporated into your church,
look away from you.

But by your glorious merits...

grant them a place of light,
happiness and peace.

You who live and reign
forever and ever, amen.

Suddenly I realised that the arrival
of my parents had destroyed something.

Something happened when they arrived.

I was different, I had grown.

Fuensanta stared at me,
she had changed too.

She was now
staring at me very seriously.

Perhaps we'll
never see each other again.

But one thing was certain:
If my parents had not been to get me,

I would had
lived with her all my life.