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FOR LAURA

Lucía, what are you doing?

Marisa?

What are you doing here?

Get in, I'll drive you.

No need. Really, José. Thanks.

No?

Get in.

Come on. It's freezing.

I'm not going to town.

Where are you going?

-Really, José, don't go on about it. -Fine.

Say hello to Antonio.

Lucía.

...party headquarters, where each

will do their own scrutiny.

Some by hand, like the PC, others with computers.

The candidates have arrived.

Moderation in the expression of their feelings

of jubilation or disenchantment.

So that today, tonight, tomorrow and tomorrow night

the calm of citizens remains a tonic.

The voting will be

the busiest since the democratic process began.

...change the slogan of the Socialist Party in this campaign...

The public, journalists, photographers and Spanish TV cameras live.

Spanish Television and other channels.

The Secretary General of the Spanish Socialist Workers Party

and likely future president.

Mr. González speaking.

At this point tonight it's clear that the Socialist Party

has gained the support of the majority of Spanish people.

-Where are you going, you idiot? -Felipe, Felipe, Felipe!

-You feel it, it's clear, Felipe is here! -Will you stay in your lane?

-It's plain to see, Spain is socialist. -For Chrissake!

It's plain to see, Spain is socialist.

-Let people work, you loafers. -It's plain to see, Spain is socialist.

Fuck! Goddamn socialists!

It's plain to see, Spain is socialist.

They keep going and going.

Are they going to trash my taxi?

It's plain to see, Spain is socialist.

I'm sorry, lady, but I can't take any more.

Lucía?

Yes.

How are you, young lady?

Good.

That's all that matters, that you're alright,

because that's what we do here,

take care of you.

Give me your hands, my dear.

This is the house of God.

We're here to help you.

That is all.

Do you understand?

But I imagine you also know,

because you're grown up,

that nothing exempts us from our greatest responsibilities.

Because our actions have consequences.

And you reap what you sow.

Tere,

this pretty girl is Lucía.

Nice to meet you, Lucía.

Thank you.

Take him like this, with no fear.

Legs here.

Does it hurt here?

No.

Lucía, I need you to open your legs, please.

Well, alright then.

Ready?

Ready for what?

Remember what you were told when you were little?

That the stork brought children?

Do you remember?

Well, now you're the stork.

Well...

Well, what?

So...

Goodbye.

Behave.

Don't shame yourself, that's all I ask.

Give me your hands, miss.

Relax, we put them on more for your safety.

Guys, any unit available in the center?

Negative. We're heading for Peñagrande.

Lucía what?

Míguez Rey.

What's wrong? Are you unwell?

A little.

You know why you're here, don't you?

Then sit properly and close your legs.

ID card.

I don't have an ID.

Are you going to keep acting stupid with me?

No.

My mother never...

Lucía, you no longer have a mother.

From now on, I'm your mother.

It's down the end.

At 7:00 I want you all up.

And don't bother me unless someone is dying.

I'll crack your head, really.

Look, you asked me to.

So stop fooling around.

I swear. Please, be quiet.

-Shut up, you're yelling at me. -Lola, for God's sake!

No one's coming.

No one, I'm telling you. Do you see anything?

Get in and shut up.

It's like Grand Central Station.

Come on, shit!

OK, OK.

-Go. -I'm coming.

-Calm down. -I am calm.

OK. Go.

-OK. Now, yes. -Fuck! What have you done to me?

-Are you alright? -I don't know.

Let me look at you.

I'll see you outside.

I'll call you.

Welcome to Peñagrande.

Holy shit!

Help!

Help!

An ambulance. Help!

I'm bleeding.

Help!

-Quickly, girls. -Someone called an ambulance.

Please, please!

Our Lola, who art on earth, hallowed be thy name...

Thy kingdom come...

What are you doing?

Pray.

Our Father who art in heaven...

Hang on. What father?

You know who this is, right?

-Sure. -Forget the "father" stuff.

Lola.

"Our Lola, who art on Earth..."

In this room you don't pray to the Virgin of Almudena

or Guadalupe, or shit.

Here only Lola exists. Lola from Spain.

-What's your name? -Lucía.

I'm Lola.

Nice to meet you.

-Look. -What?

The fire.

It has no shadow.

Lucía, you were lucky

You've got the best room of all.

But don't spoil the vibe here.

You can't vomit here.

This is the nuns' bathroom.

OK. Look... I'm a virgin.

And you?

I'm Lucía.

Nice to meet you, Lucía. My name's Candela.

But everyone calls me Cuqui,

because they say I'm a flirt,

so...

Shall we go?

Come on, let's go. Up you get, girls.

Let's go, up you get Let's go, girls.

Girls, good morning. Get up. Let's get up.

Girls, this is the new girl.

Lucía, Rosa. Rosa, Lucía.

Give each other a kiss.

Hello, Lucía.

And this is Maica.

-Nice to meet you, Lucía. -Turn around.

Two kisses.

-How far along are you? -I don't know.

-Maica, don't be a nuisance. -OK, OK.

Hey, Lucía.

And... the father?

Don't worry, we're all the same here.

No way, I've got my boyfriend outside.

I don't need any guy to raise my daughter.

Yes, Maica. You're always the most modern.

How do you know it's going to be a girl?

Lucía, you know these things.

Come on, girls, they'll give us hell later.

Giddy up, come on.

Inma, snap out of it.

Welcome.

Hello.

Hello.

We're now speaking to Vitoria,

where the policeman's funeral has just been held.

Indeed.

Sources confirmed this morning

that the device was placed in a vehicle stolen

An attack claimed by ETA and condemned by most political bodies.

And pointed out that the gang only knows the language of bombs

and rivers of blood.

You're Inma, aren't you?

Yes.

Inma from Inmaculada.

Yes, Inma from Inmaculada.

I'm Lucía.

You arrived yesterday, right?

Yes.

And you?

Not me. A bit longer.

How old are you?

14. Why?

How far along are you?

Three months.

You?

I don't know.

Are you the quiet one of the group?

More or less.

Like it? It's prenatal. My mother got it from El Corte Inglés.

Touch. Isn't it soft? It's super cheap, girl.

Jeez, girl, I love it.

Hey, Rosa.

Why don't you tell Lucía what you told us the other day?

Sure, so you can make fun of me, right?

-What? -I remember when I was born.

-What? -Look...

I don't remember the doctor or my mother screaming,

none of that.

I just remember being relaxed

and suddenly it went bad, everything was uncomfortable.

OK, yes, I know it's impossible, whatever...

What do you want me to say?

I can't say I don't remember when I do, perfectly.

I can't do it.

-What are you going to do with the baby? -Me?

Inma's giving it away.

I don't know.

You don't know?

When I told my boyfriend, he gave me a beating.

And when I told my father, he gave me another.

That's what I'm going to do with the baby.

Come on, go, quickly.

What are you doing?

-Chopping it. -Ah, chopping.

Look...

It's fat and it's white.

We put on weight.

Honey, chop the meat, not the fat.

-I take it off? -Yes, you take it off.

-Cuqui, you're good at giving orders. -Really?

Did you put the onion in?

-What? -Jeez, really...

This noise.

Thanks, Cuqui, it was driving me mad.

-Shall I help you? -Yes.

-What's for dinner? -Lentils.

Lentils again? Jeez!

Lola, you don't like anything.

-You don't. -No.

But who eats lentils at night?

I like them, but not for dinner.

You can't tell, because you never eat anything. Your baby will come out...

-..malnourished. -Rosa, let her eat what she wants.

I'm just worried about her kid. That's all.

Take no notice, Inma. It's her kid, not yours.

Are you the mother here?

I'm only saying it for the good of her child.

My God... the child.

Seasonal? She's never felt like washing in her life.

Minimum from last season.

Watch out for her.

-Because? -They're paying ones.

Her dad's paying for her stay.

You won't see her mopping up.

Jeez, it's got fat.

-Are you blind or what? -Can't you see it was an accident?

Fucking retard.

No one's fucking serving you today.

That's what you get, bitch.

You're the bitch, you asshole!

-Maica! -Fucking bitch!

¡Maica! No, Maica, no!

If anything happens to my baby, I'll kill you!

-Maica, it's not the baby's fault. -Yes, it is.

What is this outrage? You have no manners!

And you too!

-Asshole! Bitch! -Outrageous!

You savages!

Monarchies have been throughout European history

an element of unity.

Not only have they overcome the fracturing of tiny powers,

they have established personal relationships of peoples...

-Jeez, what a drag. -represented by kings,

countries divided by language,

-race or customs. -It's putting me to sleep.

-We want to watch something else. -Lola, change the channel.

Shut up, there are no other channels!

-I've had it with you people. ...strengthening awareness...

Rude.

...have been authors of the Constitution.

...des nations...

In French, just what I needed.

What are you doing?

Turning off the TV. Why?

Because I was watching it, Maica?

But I don't care what this man has to tell us.

Sometimes it seems like you're in ETA.

I will when I bust your face.

Girls, that's enough!

Stop fighting.

-Let's vote. -Fine,

who votes for no more of this guy on the TV?

Votes in favor of watching....

Good, that settles it.

As the King of Spain, I fully establish unity,

freedom, the harmony of all Spaniards.

Welcome to the house of God.

How are you? How are you?

How are you?

Welcome to the house of God.

Thank you.

Welcome.

Welcome to the house of God.

Hello, how are you?

"Joseph of Arimathea was preaching to the Ebionites

to persuade them of their mistake

when some children carrying a wooden idol to the temple

asked him about the coming of the Messiah,

to which...

to which he replied:

'When one least expects it the Son of Man will come

to light up a new world.

Born in time.

Destroyer of time.

Son of his own son, father of his own father.

And eyes of flesh will look away in order not to burn.

But the eyes of the Spirit will delight in him

as light darker than any darkness

and darkness brighter than any fire.

Make that day come soon, Lord.

After crossing himself in front of the fire, he withdrew to the desert to pray."

Word of God.

Praise the Lord.

How old are you?

14.

14?

Very young.

What a pretty bow.

Let's go, girl.

-Wait, let me finish. -You'll see, I'll end up being late.

Hold still.

Adela Martínez to reception.

Adelita, to reception.

I look ugly and chubby like a big doll.

Would you rather I get Lola?

No, when she does our makeup she makes us look older.

Alright then.

Susana Carvajal, go to the workshops.

Susanita, to the workshops.

Shut your eyes.

Now.

Rosa María Collantes, you have a visitor.

Rosa, you have a visitor, come on.

It'll all be fine. It'll all be fine

Good luck.

Thanks.

Ah, you smoke?

Yes. Why?

No reason.

The man at the church.

-Who was he? -A relative?

No, he wanted to marry me.

He had a lot of land and some sort of future.

What did you tell him?

No.

I'm facing this for you. I'm here because of you.

Crappy device!

How does this go?

Now.

"Look what you've done, girl".

Lola.

"Mama.

Now I..."

Repent.

"I repent".

Lola, more enthusiasm. It's not hard.

"It's too late now".

But I don't want to die.

"But I don't want to die".

"We warned you.

And still you took this risk.

I can do nothing for you now".

What happened?

-He left me. -Girls!

-"Forgive me..." -"Forgive me, Mama".

-He left you? -He bloody left me.

He wants nothing to do with me, the baby, anything.

"I cannot forgive you.

Look what you've done."

Fuck, shit!

-I can't handle this. -I can't look.

A little respect, please.

This is a serious mater.

Rosa. He doesn't want anything to do with it?

-He doesn't love me anymore. -"Don't abandon me, Mama".

He doesn't love me.

It's alright. Relax.

-"I... need..." -Now what do I do?

-"I need you, Mama!" -I'm alone.

I have no one, no one.

You have us.

ABORTION IS THE STRAIGHTEST PATH TO HELL.

It's alright.

You must look after the little one.

Let's find him a name.

I mean, because my father is more into football.

-How's your mother, by the way? -She's better.

She's recovered well, actually.

But Papa, you told me you'd come.

No.

No, but Papa...

You have to get me out of here.

I can't take any more.

Papa.

Fuck!

Inma.

Leave me alone.

Come on, don't be like that.

Leave me alone!

"Dairyman".

-"Dairyman". -Girls, "dairyman"!

45.

Lucía.

-What is it? -What is it?

Look.

Yes, so?

There's a man.

-He's... -Yes.

Is it... the gardener?

It's what you think.

1:10.

Hello.

Hey, hey! Where are you going with the bags?

The nun told me. I'm to take Maribel's bed.

OK, OK. But don't spoil the vibe here.

1:25.

Already?

1:30.

You know they say there are babies there?

Buried.

-Cuqui. Stop. -It's what they say.

Sure, like the fetuses in the glass jars, right?

Seriously, can you stop?

We should dig it up and see what comes out.

Two minutes.

Time passes quickly for some people.

-2:10, 11, 12. -He's finished.

What a pig.

20, 21, 22...

You owe me a pack.

Come on.

-Are you sure you want to go this way? -Silence.

Girls, this is creepy.

Look out!

Girls, where are we going?

Seriously? I'd go back.

This way. Listen to me.

I see no need. Really.

-Rosa, nobody asked you to come. -I really am sick of you, OK?

Goddamn door.

Fucking hell.

I told you.

Goddamn it.

Fuck...

-What the hell is this? -Let's see...?

Out of the way.

Fuck.

This is insane.

-Amazing. -Cuqui, leave that.

-Those are the eyes. -I'm amazed.

And the hands and fingers.

Poor thing.

Cuqui, seriously. Leave that alone!

"Abortion is the straightest path to hell".

We're gathered here today

to say the final farewell to Candela's son

and to share her grief.

In moments like these we turn to the Scriptures

for we are left without words.

A being one can say barely existed may be

the object of infinite love,

and that means but one thing,

that a love so great cannot be of this world.

Thus we turn to God and say: God is love.

Though we've not seen his face, we do not doubt that he exists.

As we do not doubt that love exists.

Today the world has become smaller,

but our hope is much greater.

The hope of meeting you and seeing your face

and hearing your name, in God's infinite world of love.

Word of God.

Praise the Lord.

Why?

Because it's a surprise and if I tell you, it won't be.

OK.

Cool.

Let's see.

Do you smell it?

That's it?

Yes. Now blow on it so it dries.

Where'd you get that?

The nuns.

-Can I have a bit? -Sure.

Nice?

Yes.

Thanks.

Thank you, girl.

Cuqui, I'm so sorry about your baby.

Did they tell you what happened?

Now what'll you do? Are you going home?

You don't know...

I...

We don't need to talk about it if you don't want to.

They've left me here with the nuns.

And...

they're taking me to

another school far from here.

I'm sorry.

You know you're my friend and I love you loads. OK?

You know it, don't you?

Don't fret. I'll be fine.

Relax.

Come on.

I love you loads.

I love you too.

Want me to do your nails?

Do my nails.

You can't see a thing, right, Cuqui?

No.

You sure?

I can't see diddly.

Okay, come.

-Turn around. -Nothing.

-Sit down here. -Where am I?

-Careful, careful. -Sit down.

Surprise!

May it be pretty for you.

May all your sorrows end.

May they tell you I no longer exist

and you meet better people.

May they give you what I could not.

My chest is made of steel.

May no one call me coward

without knowing how much I love him.

So many things remained alight

to the very depths of my soul.

So many lights you left on!

I don't know, I don't know...

how I will turn them off.

May it be pretty for you.

Lucía, please!

Miss Pura!

Come on, another one, Rosa.

Push hard, go on.

-Push, Rosa. -Come on, a contraction's coming.

Come on, not long to go, it's coming.

Come on, come on.

-Come on, Rosa. -Come on.

Push hard, come on.

-Rosa, you can do it. Come on, push- -I can't, I can't.

Yes, you can. Of course you can. Push. Push, Rosa.

Come on.

Push, Rosa.

-One more, one more. -Push, push, push.

That's it, it's here. It's coming.

-One more, one more. -Push.

-Push! Push! -It's here. It's here.

That's it. That's it.

That's it. That's it.

Good, Rosa. Very good.

Very good.

-Very good. -That's it.

That's it, my girl. That's it.

That's it.

You were very brave, Rosa.

That's it.

Very good, Rosa.

Very good.

That's it.

Where do you take her?

You needn't be ashamed.

You're doing the right thing.

Rosa.

Why didn't you tell us?

I'm sorry.

"María was in her 9th month

and the road was hard for her.

Even so, she found the strength to carry inside her..."

Look, there's your grandmother

"In Bethlehem, birthing time came and María gave birth..."

Look, there's Julia's mother.

Come on, be ready!

Miss!

Miss!

What do you want?

Do you know if my father's come?

What, to get you pregnant again?

Now!

Go on, now!

"Let's go to see the baby Jesus".

Lucía! Lucía!

The shepherds

asked each other...

What do we do?

Let's go to Bethlehem to see the wonder announced to us.

The shepherds left in haste and came to the doorway,

finding Mary, Joseph and the Baby in the manger.

Just as the angel told us.

All of them gentle with the newborn baby,

they offered them their humble gifts and worshipped him.

At nightfall, a star was born in the sky

that shined brighter than the others.

Where is he?

-What happened? -Brighter than the others.

-There she is. -Careful.

And around this dazzling star, full of love, they sang joyfully.

St. Joseph gave to Baby Jesus

a kiss upon his face.

And Baby Jesus said to him:

Your beard prickles me.

Shepherds come, shepherds come,

worship the child, the child now born.

Listen, Joseph,

don't go too close to his face,

you will scare the child

with that long stubble.

Shepherds come, shepherds come,

worship the child, the child now born.

In the portal of Bethlehem

are the stars, Sun and Moon,

the Virgin and St. Joseph

and the Baby in the manger.

Shepherds come, shepherds come...

Like every week, you're always late.

-Yes, ma'am, yes. -I know what's going on.

Every week the gas cannisters arrive late.

Yes, sister.

We get cold, and it's a prime necessity.

-You have to bring the cannisters earlier. -Don't worry.

I may talk to your boss next week, but this can't go on.

OK, sister, I have to go, I'm in a hurry.

-Well, until next week. -See you later.

Lola.

It's now.

Lola!

Maica.

Where are you going? Where?

Lola, wait for me.

Wait for me, please.

Lola.

Lucía.

Lola!

-Mari, I'm out! -What? Seriously?

-Yes, I'm out. -Well, are you coming?

-But what do I do with these? -With them until 3.

-I don't care. -OK... I'm coming.

No, but you're coming, eh? You're coming, don't shit me.

-Yes. -Come on.

Yes. Shit, I said yes, girl.

No, not "yes". I want to see you here in two hours. Come on.

OK.

Lola, where are we going?

-Are you Lola? -Yes.

And who are they?

Open up, please, they're going soon.

-Lola. -Maribel.

-You look lovely. -You two...

I said to go. This isn't a kindergarten.

You get your clothes off.

Come on.

Please.

Me too.

But how far along are you?

Five months.

Please.

Please.

Go or I'll call the police.

Please. Please.

Please.

Come on, let's go.

Lucía.

Come on.

Look, Barbara.

I'd like us to talk about everything naturally.

No secrets or taboos.

Let's make a pact. From now on,

you tell me everything that worries you

and we'll sort it out. Like the Three Musketeers.

Exactly.

Just with two instead of three.

OK, alright.

So spill the beans.

What happened between you and your father?

The indicator!

Barbara.

He's a jerk. As if they're never wrong.

Let's hear this great idea.

Oh, that's funny.

I did my Social Service here. A lovely place.

We're going to Benifasar.

I'll show you some salt flats I went to as a girl.

I'm sure you'll love them.

I bet you can't find them.

Maybe they don't exist anymore

Have you been here long?

-Yes. -No. Well...

But is it kind of a hotel?

It's a hotel for those who pay.

We're the maids.

Goddamn nuns, right?

They're not nuns, they're kind of a cross.

They're nuns, but they don't dress like nuns or anything.

It seems a bit weird to me.

-What does? -That they let you out, just like that.

Are you a cop or something?

Do I look like a cop?

A bit.

I'm a journalist.

-Really? -Yes.

-Are you on the TV? -No,

I'm a film critic.

What time do you have to be back?

We have to go now.

You have to go. Now.

Yes, we have to go now.

Okay, okay.

Lucía.

They're going to have a baby.

Inma?

Inma?

Inma.

Inma.

Inma?

No!

No, no, no...

No, no, no... No!

Hello!

They told me to take Inma's bed. Is it here?

I'm Begoña.

Lucía.

Nice to meet you.

Welcome to Peñagrande.

Thanks.

This came for you.

You don't realize it,

but you're privileged.

You have something the others don't.

You can choose,

but you only think of yourselves.

You don't realize that

being pregnant doesn't give you the right to be a mother,

because a mother looks after her child until the end.

At least one is saved.

Would you say you have a good life to offer your child?

Would you say you have it?

A good life,

but a truly good life,

with your job,

your money,

a family.

Do you have a home, Lucía?

BEHAVE

Do you remember me?

You caused some trouble, eh?

Well, the scare is over.

How do you feel?

Good. Yes?

Where am I?

Where else?

In the house of God.

Now you're going to feel a tiny pain.

Like hot water. OK?

Take my hand. Go on.

Pentothal.

What are you doing to me?

Lucía, we're here to help you.

You're going to give birth.

Can't you see?

But I'm not in labor.

Of course you are, dear.

Where's my mother?

Mama.

Lucía, how are you?

Here's your girl. What are you going to call her?

Hello.

Hello.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

What's wrong?

Where's my daughter?

Lucía.

Something very unfortunate has happened.

Something horrible.

Your daughter is dead.

It may seem incomprehensible to you, but...

Bring me my daughter.

All the smoke you inhaled was no good for her.

It was no good for her.

I didn't inhale any smoke.

We almost lost you in the birth.

You can't blame yourself now for something that...

Unfortunately, that's life.

Bring me my daughter.

Don't you realize it's better not to see her?

That'll be worse.

Denying reality won't change a thing.

Things must be accepted.

Besides, you have your whole life ahead of you.

-Lucía. -Don't touch me!

Why don't we do something?

Why don't we all pray for her soul?

Let us pray to the Lord.

Lucía.

-I'm so sorry. -Mama!

No, no, no, no!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama.

Mama.

There was no other way.

How do you do it?

By facing up to it.

That's how I do it.

I would've liked to see you.

I'm going to the bathroom.

BIRTH

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