All language subtitles for rackajuh

September 17, 1983.

The apartment that Fon and I have rented is gorgeous,

especially the site.

Eight kilometers from Vigo, surrounded by the sea.

The estuary can be seen from the living room and bedroom.

Cangas, Moaña, the Cíes Islands and the sea.

Sometimes quiet, blue, calm.

Sometimes wild, restless.

But always the sea.

Day 1: July 16, 2004

Will I find anything of my biological parents?

But what are you doing?

Hey, we're not finished yet!

Look, I found Alfonso Piñeiro, but not on the date you told me.

Check if it's him. -Yes.

Yes, it is.

But the date is wrong.

It says here that he had no children.

Yes.

-I'm his daughter. -You're his daughter?

"Otherwise, the document is useless to me." "The declarant is Alfonso Piñeiro."

Who is it?

Alfonso Piñeiro?

I suppose that's my grandfather.

whose name is that. -Your grandfather?

Well, at the time he didn't say that he had children.

And is he alive? -Yes.

-And your grandmother? -Yes, she did too.

Well, you have a solution,

which is talking to your grandparents,

and that they go to make a sworn statement to the notary.

And then, the notary will inform the civil registry.

and we put here on the certificate that you are his daughter.

-The grandparents? -Of course.

Is there no way...?

Can't you just put a little cross here and my name here and that's it?

¿Marina?

Marina Piñeiro?

Welcome, at last.

Thank you.

Too many years have passed, haven't they?

Did you get the paperwork for your scholarship?

Well, no, the paper was bad.

We'll have to fix it. I'll help you with whatever it takes.

Can I get you anything? -No, I'm fine.

How cool, thank you.

I've never had one of these.

You'll use them here, you'll see.

Are you okay? Are you feeling dizzy?

-No, I'm fine for now. -Really?

Go, go, go, Eugène is getting excited.

Grandpa, Grandpa. Of.

Leave him alone.

Okay, fine. -He took my swimsuit off.

-Do you want to stop? -It's okay.

-Otherwise, I can't take a bath. -Take a bath naked.

"I'm not going to bathe naked." "That's enough."

Are the cousins you live with just as annoying? Because...

Well, they're my cousins, but they're like my brothers.

Lois is super happy to have you here.

Well, having a cousin and not knowing her is pretty weird.

Let's see, a photo.

-You're just like your mother. -Yes, yes.

Do the grandparents live in Vigo?

On the outskirts. We'll visit them in a couple of days.

Those are the Cíes Islands.

Go on, Nuno, go on!

A race to the beach.

What? Is it cold?

Three, two, one...

How cold!

Nuno, let's not say anything!

It's freezing, dude!

What will your cousin think?

You don't have the guts to jump!

If we didn't live in Madrid, I'd be sailing every day.

What, Marina? Aren't you up for it?

-Come on! -You jump too.

It's good for circulation.

-Marina, jump in! -Just a heads up: it's cold.

-Quickly, without thinking. -Is it really cold?

-Come on, Marina! -Come on, come on.

Of the...

Three!

-How's it going? -It's not the Mediterranean, is it?

Are they already made?

-Be careful not to burn them. -They won't burn.

Add a little salt.

Add more salt to that one.

-Can I help you with anything? -No, it's not necessary.

Lois is an expert.

Expert, expert...

Do you like sardines?

-Yes. -Yes?

It smells great.

I hope they taste just as good. Let's see.

This experiment...

That's where my parents lived, right?

In that tall building.

In Toralla, I think.

-Were you investigating? -Yes.

I read it in my mother's diary.

They were there, in the building that's...

Stop. What are you doing?

Honestly, he looks like he's four years old. Look at him.

My God.

No, not in Toralla.

Your parents lived there for quite some time,

in the building opposite Samil beach.

Two or three years, until your mother got pregnant.

My mother got pregnant in Barcelona.

No, it was here.

In fact, the idea was to raise you here. In Vigo.

But your mother wanted to return to Barcelona

And that's where they parted ways.

But they separated when Fon got sick, didn't they?

No, that was much earlier.

It was before.

-Is it ready yet? -It's burning hot, stay still!

Nuno, stop.

-It's being done. -Here.

Thank you, Mom.

Did your parents live on Samil beach?

I don't know, we were only together once.

You were there once, I was there several times.

And I know for a fact that it's in Samil.

Children, please.

Yeah.

Yes, yes.

That's it, that's it.

Good, very good, very nice.

Yes, they get a little confused, but they're cute.

Nothing, that's what they're telling me.

But nothing.

Mom, do you know we're on a really cool sailboat?

I don't know what normal sailboats are like, but this one is really cool.

In other words, when you go downstairs, it looks much bigger than it does from the outside.

And it must cost a fortune.

Come in, come in, yes, okay.

Hello, Grandma!

Very good, here with the children cleaning forests.

Of course they feed us.

Well, there's one who's pretty good-looking,

But I don't want boyfriends.

Yes, of course I'll come back, grandma.

Calm down, yes, yes.

Not yet, but...

Nothing serious, just a paperwork issue. I'm working on it.

I've spoken to Lois about it.

It's okay, really. I've talked to Lois about it and he'll help me.

Okay, a kiss.

Have you spoken to your parents?

Ah, yes. They don't know it yet, but they're getting organized and we'll see.

Well, if they don't want to go, we won't, that's it. It's their loss.

-They're confused. -And your sister?

All this fuss, all these preparations...

If she wants to meet them all, I can't stop her.

Nuno, are you okay?

You're finding it a bit difficult, aren't you?

I just mixed it.

Let me see it.

He smoked a joint. I can't believe it.

-Oh, come on... That's enough already. -What did we say about that topic?

Drugged.

Go on, head that way.

Go that way. -I have no more patience.

So what? Is this a new sweater or what?

April 22, 1984.

It's seven thirty in the evening and I'm with Fon.

He's taking a nap.

I love watching him when he sleeps.

The dimple on his cheek is visible.

Yesterday, when we arrived, the tide was low.

We caught crabs and ate them for dinner.

Cíes is a beautiful place.

We're in a tent, just like in the old days.

Completely alone with the sound of the sea and the singing of the birds.

God, Our Father, hear our prayers

and grants to all the deceased who died at sea...

Grant them, O Lord, eternal rest.

By the mercy of God,

the souls of all the faithful departed who died at sea...

Look who's here.

Hello!

What are you doing here?

Look how elegant Grandma looks!

Hello!

Hello!

Look, Marina, at the grandparents.

I don't understand anything. Nothing.

Nuno, let me take the wheel, my family's there.

You go ahead.

But did they come without saying anything?

-Hey! -Hello!

What are these people doing here? They weren't even supposed to come.

How do you feel about meeting your grandparents like this?

Well...

You're lucky you weren't raised here.

Ey.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Day 2 July 17, 2004

What kind of person would I be if I had been raised by my father's family?

-Hello, sorry. -Hello.

-Do you live here? -Yes.

Do you know if you can see the Cíes Islands, Cangas and Moaña from the windows?

Yes, from this side, yes.

Will you sing me the cat song?

It's not a song, darling. It's a poem.

Look: "I once had a black and white cat, so cute!

with a tail this fat and his name was Serafín."

Do you want some refreshing lemonade? Or are you in a hurry?

Okay, yes. One second.

Thank you.

Will you help me? Yes?

So, how's it going?

Is it going well for you?

Yes? -More or less.

OK.

Your accent doesn't sound familiar at all, where are you from?

You're not Galician, of course. -No, Catalan.

-Ah, you're Catalan. -Yes.

Does the name Piñeiro sound familiar to you in this building?

No, look. Piñeiro, you don't know that...

Let's sit down.

It comes from the pine trees, you see.

Here in Galicia it's a very common surname.

Okay, little one.

Maybe Fon?

-What's your father's name? -Well, Alfonso.

Alfonso, Fon. -It doesn't ring a bell at all.

-No? -What year did they live here?

It was... I don't know exactly.

Before '86.

My father died in '87, when I was a baby.

I came to live here in 1987.

That I got married the second time and...

Mom, Teresa, the upstairs neighbor, did live here.

We could ask him. -Forget it.

Teresa, I'm telling you, I've already told you several times.

Teresa is ill, she has Alzheimer's. -Yes.

Teresa is not functioning, she will not remember anything.

Then your mother can tell you something.

"Well, she died a few years later." "Oh, really?"

Did they die in an accident or something? -Ma...

-Well... -Woman, I'm asking the girl.

That's their business.

November 28, 1985.

I've been working in a comic book store for a while now.

It's fucking awesome.

In the morning I open from 12:00 until 14:00.

And in the afternoon, from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM.

It's on the street of wines and cool bars.

And the Basque woman is always around.

It belongs to Fon's cousin, Xulia.

That aunt is amazing.

It's pure love.

Nothing to do with Fon's sisters.

-I don't see it. -Beautiful.

I like it better, yes.

What's wrong with your arms?

I don't want them to be seen, I prefer to cover them up.

Let's see, Olalla.

"It's wedding nerves, it's normal." "And genetics too."

What if we use a wild, natural silk and lower it to the elbow?

It will look good.

I'd like to try it.

-Well, not me. -Well, I do.

Who's getting married, you or me?

And who's paying for the suit, you or me?

If you like, I'll talk to Angela; she takes your measurements properly.

Let's see how you feel.

And if you don't like it, don't worry, there are plenty of other options.

It'll be bad, huh? -Thanks, Olalla.

-I'll be with you in a second, okay? -Okay.

Virginia.

Put my daughters in the car and come here.

Just come. I'm not going to argue, period.

Yes.

The thing is, my brother messed things up for me, as usual.

He told me you arrive much earlier.

And now I have my sister delivering orders with my daughters.

Baby.

You can't cut that fabric like that.

You have to cut it on the bias. -Okay, as you say.

It was me, I arrived late.

If you want, I'll come later. -No, it's no problem at all.

I'm just tired of being the only one who organizes things in my family.

Did you notice the customer?

My goodness, what arms he had!

It looked like a tambourine.

They want her to perform miracles, as if she were the Virgin of Lourdes.

Let him cut them off and applaud with his feet, I don't care.

Consuelo, where did my sister leave the red dress?

Look, with this fabric

Your grandmother made a shirt for your father

when he returned from military service, but he was out of fashion.

Let's see.

And it occurred to me to make you the dress.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Grab the little hair. -Yes.

My goodness, now everything comes from China and this...

Girls, we need to check this zipper.

We have to... -Give it to me, Olalla.

No, no, I'll do it. Thank you.

But, well, I calculated correctly,

because you have the same constitution as your mother.

Decals.

-Yes? -Yes.

Go on, raise your arms.

Don't move now, I don't want to poke you.

That?

Do you have a boyfriend? -No.

No, no, no.

Well.

That's because you don't want to.

When you get married, I'll make your dress.

I don't think I'm going to get married.

Ah, how modern.

Very good, Antía, you did it.

Not me.

Very good.

Well, you could also say

"Veronica, Veronica, Veronica", three times in the mirror.

There's no need to write it. -Verónica isn't scary.

But what is truly frightening is the Santa Compaña.

-Why? -There are a lot of people and it could take you down.

Marina is not afraid of ghosts.

"No, right, Marina?" - "No."

Marina, have you ever seen the Santa Compaña?

No.

Ah.

It's better you didn't see it, because...

-What is it? -It's really creepy.

They are spirits that cannot die.

Dead people who can never die.

-What's up, girls? -Sabela, always the same.

He's arguing.

-You tell him. -I'm not going to tell him.

It was your idea. -What's wrong?

-You, you. -Nothing.

A question.

Are you sick? Because you don't look it.

Sick? Why do you say that?

Our mother told us that we cannot touch your blood.

We can't touch you.

What happened to you when you were a baby?

-You took a while, Auntie. A really long time. -That's true.

-Did my sister give that to you? -Yes.

Ah. Very well.

What a genius. Well, it was my idea.

Do you like it?

Yes, I like it a lot.

I didn't know it was your idea.

Okay, girls, seatbelts.

Auntie, I need to pee.

Antía, belt.

If you want, I'll give you a bottle.

Let's go.

Okay. I'm going to pee on her.

Imagine giving it to you already...

My God...

People from Vigo are gossips, Marina.

They ask me how my divorce is going.

Can you believe that lack of respect?

They don't care.

Hey! Be careful, or your mother will kill me.

And Quique?

I would have loved to raise you.

And Quique would be a good little brother.

Yes. Yes.

Luckily, my brothers didn't raise you.

One doesn't even have enough to pay the rent,

The other one spends all day sucking up to the clients.

The third one only comes when he needs something.

I think I'm the only normal one.

What do you think?

I always told them to call you, Marina.

But your mother didn't want anything to do with us back then.

Yes.

The grandmother tried several times, but never received a response.

Your father had a very hard time.

Well, today I met the aunts.

Well, yes.

Curious.

Mother.

Could it be that...

During this time, perhaps, when I was little,

Will Fon's mother ever call home?

Does that ring a bell?

Mom, they're not explaining anything to me.

No.

No, that's not what I meant. It was just a question.

Sorry. It doesn't matter.

I don't want to argue.

Yeah.

Not yet.

I've spoken to Lois about it and we'll do it when we go to see the grandparents.

No, but we'll have it.

Mom, I'm coming home with the certificate.

Don't worry.

Day 3 July 18, 2004

How many ways could you be young in the 80s?

Nephew, how are you?

What a beautiful day, isn't it?

-Well, is it nice? I don't know. -Yes, it's nice.

This sea smells different than the Mediterranean.

Of course, how could it not smell? This isn't a puddle.

That's where my parents lived, wasn't it?

-Where? -In Samil.

No, who told you that?

Lois.

¿No?

Lois didn't realize. Besides, she was in France.

Your parents lived in the building next to the big one.

-In Toralla? -In Toralla, yes.

That's what I thought.

A really cool time.

Then they ran out of money, but...

But if.

-Do you know why I brought you here? -No.

Because this shipyard was set up by your grandfather.

-Really? -Yes.

Is it yours?

No, none of us wanted to work with him

because it's hell.

You don't know him yet, do you? -No.

You'll meet him soon.

But...

-Pine tree.

There you have it.

So, in the end he sold it and...

-Hello. -Can I come up?

Man, I don't know.

Your grandfather told me that... I don't know if I believe it, but oh well.

Many barnacles were stuck to the boats below,

Then they would bring them in and clean them.

because otherwise the ship wouldn't move forward.

-Why wasn't it moving? -The barnacles were sticking to the bottom.

And they had to clean it.

I don't know if I believe it, your grandfather is a little crazy.

Hello good.

Okay, huh?

Look around, you'll see how cool it is.

That's where your father slept.

This is my favorite place.

Hosts!

Look, look! Did you see it?

-Yes. -He comes sometimes.

-Do you know him? -Yes, he comes sometimes.

He's a clever cat.

It's so hot.

Yeah.

It won't work.

Yes, go ahead, go ahead.

Come on, let's go outside.

It's amazing how many memories there are here.

Your father used to sail here with the music blasting.

Flamenco.

-Flamenco? -Yes.

It started to navigate through me. -Oh, really?

Yes, because I came with some colleagues to a regatta.

And that's what the sea is like:

If you like it, you'll get hooked very quickly.

Yes.

Your father sailed until his last day.

He thought AIDS was a hoax; he was out of his mind.

Well, anyway. But he went everywhere.

He crossed the Atlantic hundreds of times. -On this ship?

On this ship. To Peru with your mother.

Yes, I read that in his diary.

-Oh, really? -Yes, yes.

In your diary?

He didn't come to Barcelona to see you. I always told him he had to go.

Yeah. He didn't have much time either.

-Yes. -I was very young.

Stories, here, on this boat... My God.

And the ones I don't know. -Like which ones?

I remember one now, damn it.

They were struck by lightning right on the mast.

The boat was packed full of heroin along the coast of Portugal. What a mess.

And the police caught them; they were unlucky.

We had to pick them up by car.

"Jaco"?

What is "Jaco"? -Yes... Horse.

Heroin.

I didn't know they were also involved in drug trafficking.

Why was it for...?

What they didn't do.

What they didn't do, of course.

November 17, 1983.

Friday afternoon

Fon had a fight with his brother and hasn't gone to work.

A thousand ideas have come to mind.

If he leaves, we'll have no say in Vigo.

There is a regatta from England to Bayonne.

Fon wants to participate with his sailboat.

I'm keen to go and start a clothing business

and other nonsense I bought in London.

We also plan to go to Peru.

Number of plans.

I'll do it my way, but she's not going to leave without her role.

That's it. I'll do it. I'll find a way to do it.

Let's see what happens with my parents now.

She looks a lot like her mother.

-Who wants beer? -Me.

I want.

Thank you.

Marina, do you want beer?

"I don't drink." "How cautious the other little orphan girl is."

And you? What are you doing?

You're not a bloodhound.

You're there looking for something, I don't know.

-Funny. -What are you looking for?

-The usual. -Let him look for it.

The same old story.

Hurry up, we're hungry.

-Hungry above all. -Bingo.

-Make yourself at home. -Man.

Well.

He spends more time here than at his own home.

-There are loads. He won't find out. -Yeah.

Do you know how to roll joints yet, or not?

And you?

-You're going to have to save something. -Shut up.

-Marina, you're not going to want to either, are you? -No.

Smoking a joint isn't going to make us end up like our parents, you know?

Of course.

Mira.

Who is this long-haired guy? -The long-haired one.

It's Fon, isn't it?

-And next to you? -My mother.

Look at how she was dressed, the most fashionable.

We spent a lot of time together.

Where, here?

Yes, he stayed here for a very long time.

Because my cousin was awesome.

-Holy shit...? -Sometimes they ran out of money

and your father was going to...

your grandparents went to stay there and left your mother stranded.

So I took her in and that brought us very close.

-Wow. -Yes...

I didn't know.

-And my uncle... -What?

I remember your father, who was a bastard.

I remember too.

He gave your mother 5000 pesetas so that she would never see your father again.

-Really? -Yes, that was your grandfather.

-Grandpa? -Well, he is.

Yes, but come on, I couldn't manage it.

They loved each other very much, despite their clashes.

You know how it is. Drugs and love, sometimes they don't mix...

But well, they did love each other, yes.

Your mother was crazy about the pregnancy.

Look, I wanted to show you this photo. Come here.

It was a very nice day.

Here are your parents with Lúa and Milton,

Uxía's parents.

-Oh, were you friends? -Yes.

A lot.

They lived right next door. Look at them, how beautiful.

Both pregnant at the same time, together all day.

And they would go sailing and, well...

Look, this is your uncle Iago.

-Really? -Well... Let's see.

-Do you remember? -How could I forget?

Holy shit, I'm the only one left alive.

It's amazing.

That was a bloodbath.

They all fell like flies.

Accidents, overdoses, AIDS...

We have other friends, but it's not the same, is it, Iago?

No, it's not the same.

It's not the same.

It's because when your father died, in '92,

We also lost two cousins.

My father died in '87, not in '92, when I was a baby.

No, Marina.

Your father didn't die in '87, who told you that?

My family, always.

No, Marina, your father died in '92.

Then I would have memories.

I was five years old. Didn't you ever come to Barcelona?

No, he wasn't in any condition to be.

Do you know what happened to your father when he got sick?

Well, when I was sick.

I could hear your mother's voice.

He told me, "Bring Marina here, she's over there in the living room."

And I told him, "There's nobody here."

And he insisted: "Open the door, Xu. Marina's back there."

But he wasn't there.

No, but he could hear your mother's voice and he could hear both of you here.

And I told him there was nobody there.

And he said: "Open the door, Xu. Do as I say."

He always called me "Xu".

March 10, 1985.

It's 4:30 PM, I haven't slept much in ages.

And I'm getting even more blind...

And my body is a mess.

since a trip I took last week.

And now I'm listening to Lole and Manuel.

"And your gaze pierces my eyes like a thorn

It pierces my eyes like a sting.

It pierces my eyes like a spur.

November 28, 1985

February 23, 1986

February 24, 1986

March 3, 1986

Day 4 July 19, 2004

Does sharing the same blood make you part of the same family?

MOTHER

We arrived late.

Come on, let's go.

Where is your cousin?

As tradition dictates, the bride wore something new

something blue, something borrowed, and something old.

The old represents the connection with what is left behind,

and the spectacular fan...

Mother?

Mom, we're all here now.

-Hello, son. -Marina too.

Mother.

Did you see how unlucky they were? It rained so much that day!

Yes, yes.

Victoria, who was invited to the wedding, told me

I don't really know why,

that the dress arrived all dirty.

Look, the tail is all covered in mud.

Look, Mom.

This is Marina.

Hello.

And why did it take you so long to come and visit us?

Okay, Mom. What do you mean it took so long?

She just turned 18. Until now she couldn't travel alone.

You don't look anything like your mother.

-Grandma. -Can we go swimming in the pool, please?

But say "hello", right?

Okay, okay. I'm going to stick whatever it is I have on you.

Migraines aren't contagious, Mom.

-Can we take a bath or not? -No, you can't take a bath.

-Why not? -Because the water is clean.

It's freshly cleaned and I don't want you to make it dirty.

"Please, please." Go outside, you're overwhelming me.

-What's the pool for then? -It never lets us.

-Well... -Okay, we'll see about it later.

-Antía. -Come on, Antía.

Come on.

Are you okay? Come on.

Mom, come on. Get up, I'll get your pill ready.

You're being such a pain about the pill!

I don't want any pills.

You don't understand what's happening to me.

Okay, so what? What's going on?

My body is like this because I'm no longer up to this kind of activity.

What a joy, Mom. How wonderful.

I'm thinking these days about whether to be cremated or buried.

-Joy! -Because the Church now allows cremation.

Fantastic.

I'm not going to take any pills.

She has a crusade against pills that there's no way to get around.

You have such patience, Consuelo.

I'm going to die.

I've already been to the hairdresser to get my final hair color done,

Manicure and pedicure... I'm ready.

-What she just did. -Leave her alone, leave her alone.

-Antía... -No, Antía!

"Grandma's going to love it." "Look, one of those 'graphite' ones."

He's going to kill you.

There's the little cousin!

Antia!

What? Holy shit!

No, don't laugh, you mean girl!

That's not right! You're mean!

No, it's not funny!

-What are you doing? -Antía!

Don't talk to him like that. Come on, don't talk to him like that.

Who left the lipstick for Antía?

-It was there. -It was on the table.

What? Should I cut the ham myself?

We're talking.

-And the rest of you are working. -We're coming.

She was at the civil registry

and they didn't give her what she expected.

Grandma's coming.

Thank you, Consuelo.

It will be easier, instead of doing it this way,

Like that. -No, that's more difficult.

That makes it more difficult.

-And the empanada? -The empanada is there.

Ah. Very well.

The girl is the spitting image of her mother. Exactly the same, huh?

Mom, they didn't save me the bacon bits.

I had to buy assorted pastries.

They're getting worse and worse at work. -Worse.

-Cuca reported them. -It doesn't surprise me at all.

What? Did Grandma like the dress?

He hasn't told me anything.

-Mom. -What?

Did you take your vitamins?

-Yes. -And the one about sugar?

Also.

Alfonso, but what are you going to do with that?

I'd like to show it to my grandchildren and my son, if you'll allow me.

-Nothing, he's not answering. -I'll allow it.

Iago isn't coming.

I was optimistic, thinking we could all be there.

Your brother thinks this is a hotel.

Well, I don't know, maybe once.

Isn't Iago coming?

I don't think so.

What did you expect? It's the holidays.

Let's see about that.

-Uncle Pepito's walking stick. -Guys, look.

-What's that? -Uncle Pepito's walking stick.

-Look at those details! -Very nice.

Now I'll take it back to its place.

They all had a copper ring like this one.

-Very nice. -Look at him, he's leaving.

Yes, well, what a mess you make.

You two, behave yourselves. Let's keep the peace.

-But why? -I didn't say anything to him.

What do you have to tell me?

About what?

What...

I need the boat this weekend. You have to go to a hotel.

Ah, well, then...

Don't worry, I'll clean it, perfume it, fill the fridge with champagne...

You leave it as it was and that's it.

-Again. He's done it again. -We'll find a solution, don't worry.

-In French? -I'll translate it for you.

I'm telling him that we have to go to a hotel in my own city.

Everything is expensive. What can I say?

Well, but there will be other, bigger houses in Madrid.

I always say it.

Would you share a room with your siblings? -No.

At boarding school, yes. So be thankful.

-And the issue of changing schools. -What's going on?

-Let's see if he finally passes. -For example.

-Now it's my fault. -No, no.

Start studying, otherwise you'll end up a drug addict.

Grandma, the important thing is to be a good person.

You already are that.

I've never seen that vase before. Mexico?

-That's from Cuenca. -From Peru.

However it comes...

"¡Nuno!"

"Nuno! Were you smoking?"

"No, right?" -I'm going to say it's yours.

"Sixth time I've caught you..."

-They already know. -They've caught you before.

That's exactly why.

Damn it! His fucking mother. -Come on, come on!

Wow! -What's up?

There's a spider here.

Wow, it's huge. Look, there's another one.

-I'm going to burn it. -Let's see.

What are you doing? Don't burn it, man.

That it's a living being. -I don't like them at all.

I don't care. -Don't you like them?

Look how it moves its legs.

-Get off, get off. -Ew!

-They don't do any harm. -Don't even think about it.

-Really? -Stop!

¡Ya, ya, ya!

-¡Para, para! -¡Échala, échala!

-¡Ay! Mírala, qué mona. -¡Échala!

I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you.

OK.

Fuck.

Have you finished with that yet or what?

-Pass the joint. -You don't know how to smoke.

-Give me the joint.

You're being such a pain today.

Want a little taste?

I don't smoke.

I always imagined that they hid your father here.

That?

Didn't you know?

What do you mean, "hid"?

Yes, when I was sick.

Okay, don't go overboard...

If it wasn't here, don't talk nonsense.

-But how...? -Let's see, well, I mean...

We don't know it as such,

But we know that his friends couldn't come to see him.

But why?

Basically, so that the whole of Vigo wouldn't find out.

But not even the family...?

So, the family knew, right?

Yes, they did, but we, for example, didn't even go to the funeral.

We weren't in Spain yet, were we?

No, I don't think so.

We lived in France, we were very young.

To give you an idea,

Grandma entered her room wearing a mask

and with gloves.

So you can see what it was like.

It seems... -You're kidding.

That sounds unbelievable to me, doesn't it?

Everyone in line, like in the military.

Let's see...

This one's ticklish! Aren't you ticklish?

Antía, the girl with the pretty eyes.

Let's see, are you behaving yourself?

-Yes. -Yes?

Really, every day?

Yeah.

-Well, then this is for you. -Thank you.

You give it to your mom to keep safe and you give grandpa a little kiss.

Very good.

Hello.

Hello!

How is this pretty girl?

GOOD.

And how is school and studies going?

-Very well. -Yes?

-Yes. -Well, very good, I'm glad.

A kiss for grandpa!

Carlota.

Well.

You don't have a boyfriend, do you? You're too young for that yet.

No.

Eugène has a girlfriend, huh?

-What are you saying? -Come on...

I am 12 years old.

-Thank you. -A little kiss.

You're welcome, woman.

Come on, enjoy it.

"Grandpa!" "The biggest scoundrel of them all!"

How are you? -Very well.

Have you seen my hair?

Yes, I'm watching it, I'm watching it.

-From behind too, huh? -Yes, yes.

Come on, you're not doing it right at all.

-Thank you. -Okay, see you later.

Grandfather.

-The fencer. -Yes.

-How are you handling it? -Very well.

-Good? -Yes.

Hey, look. I got a haircut too.

Do you remember it was longer? -Yes, I see, I see.

Fair enough. -Fair enough.

Come on.

Go for a run, then.

If I had to give it to someone, it was to myself.

Marina.

And you, what are you going to study?

Who.

Film? Ah, that's something you study.

Well.

Well, this is for you.

So you don't have to apply for a scholarship.

And besides, we don't bother Grandma, who is very sensitive.

Alfonso, I cannot accept this.

Why? What's wrong?

I need a scholarship, not this, really.

Well, but that's going to replace the scholarship.

Are you going to despise it?

I didn't come here for this.

Thank you, Alfonso.

Put it to good use.

Sailor. -Grandfather.

Well, man.

Take.

And maybe you should comb your hair already.

What if I studied Film?

Did you feel the earthquake tonight?

What earthquake?

There was an earthquake, the newspaper said, near Portugal.

-Lisbon, right? -Yes. There was a tremor like an engine.

"With the pills, I'm not aware of anything." "I'm aware of a lot of things."

-Ramón wants it too. -Yes, I was going to kick him out.

We're going to order a couple of boxes.

That's lovely.

-Thank you. -Did you do it?

Can we take a bath?

Can we take a bath? -Yes, yes, you can take a bath.

But take a shower and wash your feet thoroughly,

I don't want the water to be full of leaves like yesterday.

You left it dirty.

Watch your sister. Don't swallow any water.

To Marina.

It's your dad's favorite.

-Oh, really? -Right, Mom?

-Here. -No, thank you.

-Here. -I don't feel like it.

I'll have one of yours. -The mille-feuille?

It looks really good.

-That's delicious, Vir. -Mom used to make it with more cinnamon.

"Mom used to make it with more cinnamon, Vir!" "You're silly."

I brought desserts but they're in the fridge, I don't know why.

You get up and take them. You're stupid, really.

Dad, did you tell Lois about the article in El Faro de Vigo?

What's that?

One that they are going to do.

They want to tell the story about when I saved the ship that sank.

and they didn't pay me.

-That's great, Dad. -You know, Marina?

At sea, when one ship sinks and another saves it,

The law says he has to be paid. -He's spiteful.

Well, that was a good job, let's say.

By the way, Marina could make a good movie out of that story.

You could make a soap opera.

Well yes.

The important thing is that he tells things correctly, that he doesn't make them up.

You must have been interviewed a lot...

He's a serious journalist. He's really cool, he's a friend of mine.

He's a well-known guy.

I've been following his work. He's a good writer. He does it well.

What I mean is that, if it had happened in English waters,

Not only would I have been paid, but I would have become famous.

But since we live in a country of cheap imitations...

If we disappeared south of the Pyrenees,

The world would work better. -Dad!

And we're not going to talk about politics, okay?

You're going to be famous, Dad.

We'll see.

Yes, you animal.

What's happening outside?

What's wrong? -Nothing's wrong.

And Grandma?

Grandma has disappeared from the table.

Grandma said you should take a shower!

What did I tell you?

Take a bath before entering the pool!

Eugene!

Your children are wild. They're ill-mannered.

Eugène, did you shower earlier? Didn't you listen?

No, but I'm not dirty.

Mom, don't go down like that, you're wearing heels.

"Grandma's coming!" "Yes, 'Grandma,' 'Grandma.'"

Look how you've set up the pool!

I'm not saying anything, but Mom isn't here.

There is no peace in this house.

Sometimes.

He can't drink wine.

An old woman from the old days...

Now that he can't see us.

She made the cunt into the handle of a hoe

-You don't know it. -What's it like?

I don't want you to come to my house. You always fuck me, but you never get me pregnant.

-But that's the other version. -What other version?

No, no. It was: An old woman in the olden days...

And he did well, he did well. Nobody commands the old woman's breasts.

-How is she doing? -Consuelo, wasn't that right?

You can't, you don't know how, you've lost your skills

And stop, stop, stop. And don't touch that thing.

And stop, stop right now. And don't touch that little thing.

And stop, stop, stop. And don't touch that thing.

Hey! I can hear you!

That song is not to be sung!

And stop, stop right now. And don't touch that little thing.

Get things in order, Dad.

And don't touch that thing

And stop, stop right now. And don't touch that little thing.

And stop, stop, stop

Be quiet.

Dude, don't get up. What if the cops come by...

-What is this? -I stole it from grandpa.

Do you want some? -Grandpa?

No way.

Put me here, I want to smell.

-This is from grandma. -It smells good.

Dad, have you noticed that Grandpa has more hair than before?

How is he going to have more hair?

He might even be wearing one of those wigs.

If you went bald, would you wear one of those, Dad?

Yes? - Can you imagine Dad bald?

-That would be incredible. -But completely bald or bald with a beard?

-With a beard. -Bald with a beard.

Nuno.

I think grandpa has gotten a hair transplant and is hiding it from us.

We all know that grandpa hides things.

Yes, just like Fon. They hid him too.

What do you mean they hid Fon?

Okay, Dad, that's what you told us.

I never said they were hiding it.

They didn't hide it from him this time, did they?

His friends couldn't see him, nobody knew where he was.

But they didn't hide it. -Did they hide it at home?

They didn't hide him, he was with his family, period.

What do you know, Lois? You weren't there.

Well, today's the Vigo festival, right?

Vigo festivities? No, I'll pass.

-You're not coming, you're coming with me. -No, no parties.

Why not, Dad?

"I said there are no parties." "But why not?"

Because I don't feel like it, damn it!

4 MISSED CALLS

Nuno? Take them off.

What are you doing?

Do you drive your father's car?

Yes, why?

I'll go partying with you if you come with me to my grandparents' house.

-And the keys? -You steal them.

-Me? -If you want, I'll do it.

-What? -Help me.

What are you going to do?

Give me that.

-How did you bring me here? -Look who's here.

Hey, Nuno!

How are you? -Hello.

-Are you having a good time? -Yes.

Hey man! How are you?

Hello.

What's happening?

-What are you doing, you idiot? -What?

What's wrong? Don't you want to? -Of course.

Where did you get this from?

"Where do you think I'm going to get it from?" "I don't know, you tell me."

And you?

Don't be a pain.

What are you doing?

-You don't pick things up off the floor. -It's mine.

It's not yours, it's mine.

¡Iago!

Give me a little more.

¡Iago!

¡Ey!

Nephew. What are you saying? -Hey.

"What are you doing here?" "I thought I'd never see you again."

-How are things with your grandparents? -Well...

I couldn't go to dinner, well, you've seen it.

-And why? -I've been with a colleague.

He's a bit of a handful, but he's an amazing guy.

You were going to get along really well with me.

I thought I'd introduce you. The guy makes violins.

-Oh, that's cool. -I have one of his.

-Oh, you play the violin? -I don't play shit, but it's there.

The shitty thing is that I left my keys, my wallet...

I left everything behind.

I'm a bit of a cook. I didn't break my head because...

Can you lend me some coins? -Sure.

Damn, you always save me.

Don't listen to me. -How much do you want?

Nothing, just a couple of euros.

Pitu, give my nephew something. -No, no...

What do grandparents talk about?

Well...

Did the grandparents hide Fon?

When was he sick?

Who told you that?

Nuno and Basilio.

Well, your grandparents are awesome.

You've already met them more or less.

It's something that was done a long time ago; everyone died through the back door.

So, that...

I'm not going to excuse them, but this was done a long time ago.

I mean...

So, Fon never came to see me in Barcelona because he was in hiding?

Otherwise, I don't understand why I didn't meet him.

No, darling, I'll explain that to you.

Our grandparents think we're addicted to heroin.

because we wanted to,

And that's not true.

When the horse enters your life, it wreaks havoc.

It's not that your father didn't want to see you or be your father,

He just couldn't.

Do you understand that?

Neither my brother nor his parents' son nor...

I was hooked.

He consumed until the very last day.

Do you understand that? -Yes.

He was addicted. He was using until his last day.

Do you understand, darling?

Yeah.

-Come on, have something to drink. -No, no...

-Put something there. -Okay, okay, okay!

-Hey, Nachete. -Don Iago! What?

Where are you hiding?

-Holy crap, Maria! -What's up?

And what about your sister?

And you? -I'm here, with my nephew.

Pitu, one round.

Nachete pays, he's doing great. -I was counting on that.

Marina.

Well, you see, we weren't dead.

They had only hidden us.

Don't even think about reading this diary

September 17, 1983.

I could know a ton about sailing by now, but I'm too lazy

Once I get on the boat, I love to lie down and sunbathe.

But, well, I am learning something, because Fon insists on teaching me things.

He sails great.

The apartment that Fon and I have rented is gorgeous.

The estuary can be seen from the living room and bedroom.

Cangas, Moaña, the Cíes Islands and the sea.

Sometimes quiet, blue, calm.

Sometimes wild, restless.

But always the sea.

Your gaze

It pierces my eyes

Like a spa

October 24, 1983.

At the moment, I have no prospect or desire to return to Barcelona.

Sometimes I wonder what I would be doing there:

Working at the hospital, passing around chocolate, hooking up with a thousand guys.

And I see that it was really time for me to leave.

And with Fon, it's fucking great.

I don't know, things are going well for me now.

But then I think it's always okay.

and then I get tired.

But, well, that's what living in the moment is all about.

And whatever comes, will come and we'll see.

Understand!

They're waiting for you at the lighthouse!

Thank you!

May 15, 1984.

We're having a few days of bright sunshine and clear skies.

and I've started the astrology course.

When I know more, I'll be able to draw astrological charts.

Last Sunday we went to Iago's house to watch some slides

that we did with a new moon at a very nice party at her house.

It came in handy because we had just come from a funeral.

It got out of hand for one of Fon's cousins, and he died.

A big load of crap.

For the first time, I've seen Fon cry.

June 5, 1984.

The story about the old-timers in America is really cool:

Fon and I met them in Vigo,

We got involved with them and they invited us to their house in Santa Cruz,

an island between Puerto Rico and Jamaica.

The intention is to leave Vigo as soon as the weather improves.

It would be amazing to cross the Atlantic and reach the other side,

in the sun, to the Caribbean march.

I'd love to.

January 21, 1985.

I don't know if it's the sun or what, but Peruvians are happy.

They've got energy, they never stop, and they're incredibly fun to be around.

On the very first day, we went to look for what they call "pasta".

We were at it all night and it was great.

Another day we got some cocaine.

It sticks so well you wouldn't be able to stop.

We want to go to Cusco to see Machu Picchu and Pucallpa, a place in the jungle

where Fon met a shaman last year who gave them ayahuasca.

I don't know what it is, but apparently it's totally mind-blowing.

March 10, 1985.

The weather has been absolutely gorgeous.

The flowers sang

And the elephants dressed in tailcoats and went out to the port for a stroll.

And people weren't working, they were laughing

and they disguised themselves in yellow, green, white dresses,

and they were having sex in the middle of the street with everyone.

They were talking to the lilac dolphins

and they were offered chocolate.

The trees helped you with their shade.

But today, now,

It's starting to rain.

What will happen? Will everything stay the same?

"And you look

It pierces my eyes like a stinger.

It pierces my eyes like a spur."

And I'm listening to Lole y Manuel.

The entire crew is under arrest.

I repeat, this is the coast guard.

The entire crew is under arrest.

I'll kill you with my tap shoes

I'll suffocate you with my ballet tights

I'll strangle you with my tuxedo

And you will die while the disc jockey laughs

And I will dance on your grave

And I will dance on your grave

I'll slit your throat with a sharp disc

From the Rolling Stones or the Shadows

You'll swallow the cassette collection

Of the Shangri-Las or the Ronettes

And I will dance on your grave

And I will dance on your grave

And I will dance on your grave

And I will dance on your grave

And I will dance on your grave

November 28, 1985.

Now I have plenty of time to write.

We were really short of money ever since Fon had a falling out with his father

and she no longer works for him.

So I've been working in a comic book store for a while now.

It's fucking awesome.

Today I wrote a letter to Mom.

I hadn't written to her for days.

And I know that without news from me, she's not at ease.

I haven't explained to him about Fon's friend's accident.

he would worry too much,

And I don't want her to suffer because of me.

Neither she nor anyone else.

Move aside. -No.

Move aside. -No.

-Move aside. -No!

Get out of the way!

June 17, 1986.

I'm a real pro at sailing now.

I'm feeling great...

Between the work on the ship and Miguel leaving,

I went through a bit of withdrawal.

But since then, I've given it up completely.

I'm happy.

It's a drug I like, but I don't want it to control me.

And it's so easy for it to control you...

I don't know, for now, I'm fine.

I feel healthy and my body is functioning naturally.

I'm even thinking about having this baby.

Fon thinks I'm crazy, but I'm sure I can convince him.

Day 5, July 20, 2004

I really like the sea here.

Because he was disrespectful. Do you think it's normal to leave money like that?

I didn't want money! Is that so hard to understand?

-So what do you want? -To sign a fucking piece of paper.

-There's no complication. -So what's the problem?

The problem is that in this family, nothing is ever discussed, Mom.

-If it's not discussed, it's not discussed. -There are some things that are just not discussed.

And they don't speak to each other, why?

Where are you when things need to be discussed?

-Who's here now? -Yes, now.

How many siblings were we?

It seems like things only hurt you.

Well, the important thing is that the girl turns up.

We're not talking about money...

There it is.

¡Marina!

How are you?

How are you?

Did something happen to you? -No, no.

-Did they do anything to you? Where were you? -I'm fine.

-Are you sure? -Yes, don't worry.

Do you want to take a shower?

Yes? -Yes.

Well...

If all members are present, let us proceed.

I will now read the document:

"We request that it be formally recognized

the offspring of our son

before you, gentlemen of the Vigo Civil Registry office.

To that end, we declare under oath

that our deceased son..."

Name, please.

Alfonso.

First surname?

Alfonso Piñeiro.

-Second surname? -De la Cruz.

Son of a...?

Alfonso Piñeiro and Rosalía de la Cruz

-Marital status? -Single.

Biological father of Miss...?

Marina Piñeiro...

Torrent.

Piñeiro Torrent.

Marina Piñeiro Torrent.

-Nationality? -Spanish.

-Place of death? -Santiago.

What do you mean, Santiago?

Rosaleda Street of the...

Rosaleda Street, 18-bis, Santiago.

Rúa Rosaleda 18-bis, Santiago de Compostela.

Time and date of death?

Eight o'clock in the evening

of January 9, 1992.

Cause of death?

Hepatitis C.

No, it was AIDS. It was AIDS.

My father and mother died of AIDS.

Okay, let's fix it.

and so this girl will be able to apply

any university scholarship you may need.

Thank you.

All that's left is to make some photocopies,

I will need everyone's identity cards.

I have my mom and dad's.

I like this sea.

Sure, just like your father.

Yes, like my father.

Marina, perfect! You can come back now.

All yours.

Remember, that's the landmark.

What are you doing? No, no, no, no.

I record and you browse.

No, don't touch my camera. -Leave me alone.

-Leave me alone. Give it to me. Give me the fucking camera.

I'll record you.

Nuno.

Get out of here!

You, what? Hello, hello.

Get moving!

Heavy!

The cousins

Yours.

Dolphins!

There are dolphins!

-Dolphins in the background! -Dolphins!

Dolphins there!

Where?

Record this, Marina. Look.

Look, look, there!

Record it, there, there!

There, there!

There, there!