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The team who made this film wishes to thank the City of Madrid...

...and its Mayor for their support and help.

We are also thankful to the owners of the house where our protagonists lived,

as well as to the locals for their patience and assistance while making this movie.

We further dedicate this movie to the people of Madrid, where these events took place.

(BANNER) THEY SHALL NOT PASS!

The Fascists want to conquer Madrid. MADRID WILL BE THE FASCISM'S GRAVE

In February, 1936, the young Spanish Republic was celebrating ...

...the Popular Front's victory in the polls.

Five months later, on July 18, 1936, the military coup that was expected since

the elections finally materialized with the uprising of right-wing military.

For a period of 3 years, since the civil war started in 1936 ...

...until the cease of hostilities was declared on April 1, 1939,

Madrid endured the attacks of the Nationalist forces under the slogan:

"They Shall Not Pass".

TODAY the Paramount movie 'The Lives of a Bengal Lancer".

My mother only likes romance movies.

So does mine

She can't put up with war movies.

1 you liked reading I would lend you an excellent war novel.

Tank number 13.

Bah, novels are a bore.

You have to imagine everything, and it takes a long time to read them.

Look, in Tank number 13 this could be the battlefield.

- The infantry is ambushed over there. - I watch everything.

Here, the German tanks are advancing. And the French are coming over there.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!!!!

Bicycles Are for the Summer

Based on Fernando Fernan Gomez's play (Winner of Lope de Vega's prize in 1978)

Could you imagine a real war taking place here?

Where do you think you are? In Abyssinia?

A lot of land is needed for a real war to take place.

Or a desert, like an Abyssinia, where to dig trenches.

But here? In a city? In Madrid?

You are right.

Besides, so far away from the borders with whom could Spain have a war?

With the French? With the Portuguese?

By the time they arrived here, the war would be over.

A different matter would be if Madrid was close to the Pyrenees.

Charito...wait!

- Hi. - Hi.

Charito...

Eh...

I won't go away this Summer. I will be home, studying with the maid.

- How come you failed? - Well, you didn't pass physics.

Are you going to Aragon? To La Almunia?

Yes, same as every year. I have a good time with my cousin Anselmo.

He is older than me, but...

both of us have a great time riding bicycles.

No, thanks.

Everything is so expensive in the public market.

What are you going to cook for tomorrow?

Just a stew, what else would you expect?

We used to eat rice with chicken on Sundays

but now the times are tough.

You can't complain, dofia Dolores. Many of us are worse off.

It's becoming really hard for me to feed my children.

Mother of God!

You scoundrel! You pig!

I already told my husband about your son Julio.

I really appreciate that.

It's not up to him, he must talk with the owner of the winery.

But I think he might find some work in the office.

Then, I still have Pedrito.

But Pedrito still hasn't done his military service.

Neither did Julio.

Ah yes, he was exempted for being a widow's son.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

You scoundrel! You swine!

Maria!

Come here.

I would like to have one of those nice balconies.

We pay double.

Yes, you can afford it.

Your husband, with the wine business, makes good money.

Then he has expenses, commissions...

You know what I don't like from my apartment?

Yes, there is no light.

How did you guess?

You are always talking about it.

Beautiful! What a woman ...

In today's age is a luxury to have a maid.

I'm telling you, my widow's pension is not enough.

I can't make it through the month.

1 even thought of moving, but I wouldn't leave my apartment.

Good morning.

Ah, good morning.

Good morning, dona Maria Luisa.

Be careful, eh? Be very careful.

You can come and visit whenever you like.

We can sew together in the balcony while we watch people walking by.

One can see so many things nowadays...

If you excuse me, I have to set the table.

I forgot, I must go and pick up the bread.

Yes, go and pick up the bread.

Careful.

During the morning, walking with Paco.

During the afternoon, to the movies with Paco.

Mom, he is by himself.

And at night you would also go to the movies if your father didn't stop you.

We never see you, son. When do you study?

At night.

Sure, and I am supposed to believe it. I find every morning a novel under your mattress...

They are waiting for me. I'll call you.

See you.

Hi mom.

Hi, Manolita. I couldn't wait.

Look at him. Did you catch him with a lasso?

Well, what did they tell you?

Well the academy's principal told me he is very satisfied with my work

so I have a permanent job.

That's going to be great for all of us.

Don't be so hopeful, mom. They pay a pittance, just 300 pesetas.

That will cover the maid's wages and some household

needs, and something should be left for you.

That's great for starters, my daughter.

You could increase my 4 pesetas allowance on Sundays.

Well, that's up to your sister.

Besides, she is under no obligation of giving you anything.

We'll let's have a family meeting and see if we can make it 5 pesetas.

I'll buy you a tiger nut milk.

We must celebrate this.

Mom, don't think your daughter is a professor.

Come on don't be so humble.

The only things I do is dictating and correcting punctuation.

I'm tired of typing.

Since we have to pay for him to attend high school and then business school

Well, you don't like studying, nor being domestic, nor typing...

Then what do you like?

I have other aspirations.

Which ones?

That's my business.

Both of you are daydreaming.

Life will make you come back to reality the hard way.

Mother, don't be so pessimistic.

How nice! He must be expecting something from dad.

- Hi. - Hi.

Why do you look so upset? What has happened?

How do expect me to look like? You don't know what's going on in Madrid.

Damned newspaper does not have a page where there isn't someone killed, or a fire...

I don't know what will be next.

But you are not affected...

Waiter, bring me a tiger nut milk, please.

Who is not affected?

The wineries.

No, the wineries are not affected.

In this country, people drink wine when things are going well,

and when they are not going well they drink even more...

But this will affect all of us in the end.

Do you remember Revenga, the restaurants' owner?

Well, his son, 18 years old,

was tied-up to a tree, they lit a fire, and they burned his lower legs.

He is in the hospital.

Who did that?

I don't know. They say it was the communists.

And it says in the front page that a policeman

was shot dead yesterday when he was leaving home.

But who did that, my God? Who did that?

It seems it was the Falangists.

Well, we are quite happy around here.

And why were you so happy? Because of ignorance, of course.

No, it's because Manolita got a permanent job.

The academy's principal, Don Alejandro, is very happy with her work.

As long as they don't kill Don Alejandro one of these days...

Dad, you are becoming like Mother.

Ah, Dolores, I forgot to tell you yesterday...

It's just the opposite as Manolita's.

I asked in the office regarding that idiot, our bore neighbour's kid.

They told me that it is impossible.

No wonder, if you put it that way to them.

No, the 'idiot' and 'bore' parts are just between us.

I thought that because you run the winery, something could be done.

Yes, I run the office, but the little Marquis is the boss even if he does nothing.

You know that, don't you?

Poor dona Antonia. She is going to take it very hard.

I understand, because staying home the whole day looking at the simpleton...

Well, what a future...

For once that someone tries to date me...

Yes, dad. I'm talking about the idiot...

No...

- The neighbour? - Yes...

The old one?

Of course, Julito, the one you were trying to help to get a job.

He wrote me a letter asking for a relationship.

Very respectfully, I must admit.

He tells me that, until now, he didn't dare to tell me how much he likes me.

But now that he is going to have a job...

Damn, I'm the one who has to find him a job.

Well, he is not so stupid.

So if I find him a job he will marry my daughter.

That's what he probably thinks I have in mind.

Waiter...how much do I owe you?

I don't like you to talk that way about the neighbours.

Besides, Julito is an excellent kid.

His mother is very pleased with him.

Well, in that case, she can keep him.

Hey, dad.

- What? - No, nothing.

Luckily, Luisito is not old enough to think about girlfriends.

Really?

What are you two laughing about?

Don't be surprised, Manolita. Women become amnesiac after childbirth.

I want to be always at your side, always at your side I want to be

even if hours pass, even if trains leave

even if the days were to end, and the months die.

I want to be in front of your eyes, I want to be always by your side.

I want to be in front of your lips, I want to be in front of your teeth.

The butterfly goes away, the butterfly does not come back

Be like the swallow, so that you will always return.

It always finds the way in the sky and never gets lost.

That's it.

It's very nice. You write very well.

You are the best grade in all 5th course. Well, one thing I didn't like.

Well, I like it less...it's that teeth thing.

I had to include it so that it will rhyme with the rest.

It's a romance, so it must contain 8 syllables and assonant rhyme.

So I have to keep using the same letter the first word ends on.

That's why I wrote 'teeth' rather than 'face', hair', 'body'

I never understood this thing of counting syllables.

And the butterfly is a lepidopteron with an ephemeral life.

It lives only one day, so if it goes away it never comes back

Ah...

Meanwhile, the swallow is a migratory bird.

It goes away every year, but it always comes back.

Yes, I knew that.

- Give me back my bicycle. - Here.

- Bye. - Bye.

Charito, could we see each other again before you leave on vacation?

We could go to the movies, or to the Science Museum.

You know I am not allowed to go out with boys by myself.

But on Sunday the whole group of friends will go

bicycling to Casa de Campo. Why don't you join us?

You know I have no bicycle. I failed on my exams.

- You could rent one. - No, I don't want to rent one.

- How arrogant... - It's not that. Those bicycles are in bad shape.

Well, are you going to keep the poem?

Bye, Charito!

Well, I can see you are not busy.

Bye, Ofate.

Didn't you have to work on your physics lessons?

That's what I wanted to talk you about.

Ah, I was surprised about you coming to see me at work.

It's regarding the bicycle.

What's the matter with the bicycle?

- 1 think it's unfair. - Really?

I want the bicycle for the summer. A bicycle is meant for the summer.

Well, there will be another summer next year. Right?

Thank you, dofia Maria Luisa. You shouldn't have bothered.

You are welcome.

Are you sure you don't want to join us for a moment?

No, ho, thank you very much.

Julito, don't be so dull. Say goodbye to dona Maria Luisa.

Have a great time.

She may be very arrogant,

but she is also a good landlady.

And she has lent me her glassware.

That woman is a saint.

And stay-at-home, too.

She is very understanding, and also a very good Christian.

But Julito, don't stay sitting there...give me a hand.

One would say you are not happy, even after not having gone through competition.

You were lucky!

It's not a great thing working as a clerk in a store.

Well, son, it's not bad for starters...

1 will always be thankful to don Simén. Always, because I am a very thankful woman.

Well, son... give me a hand!

Is something wrong with you?

But...it's Manolita, our neighbour. Why is her picture in the newspaper?

It is a contest, to select new performers.

Manolita is participating, and she has sent her picture.

She wants to be an performer.

That girl is crazy.

I bet her parents don't know about this.

She's done this behind their backs.

1 got this publication from the baker's son

who is a nasty sort...!

Don't say that, Julito!

Sorry, mom.

I'm sure her parents don't know anything. Although don Luis is a scoundrel.

No matter if he tries to hide it, he is a Republican, and...

who knows if something even worse.

Dofia Dolores is a very decent, hard working woman.

It's because of them that dofa Maria Luisa didn't want to join us.

She lent us the terrace to celebrate your employment, but she didn't want to join us.

But Julito, you don't have to take it that way.

After all, it's not our business.

I haven't told you...

but we were going to become sweethearts.

Manolita and you?

Already thinking of fiancées, Julito?

I'm 20 years old, mom!

There is nothing between us...yet.

But I asked her to be engaged to me and she gave me hope.

That slut gave you hope?

Don't insult her, mother. Don't make me suffer!

Well, son, don't make a scene when she comes here.

I don't want to see her. I don't want to see her.

Julito, my son, they are our neighbours. Besides, I asked dona Dolores for the anis.

I don't want to see her. I don't want to see her.

OK, OK, we'll talk another day. Don't get upset for such little thing.

If she loves you, she will do what you tell her to do.

I never want to see her again. I never want to see her again.

You always have an answer for everything.

All the kids in my group have bicycles.

So I cannot go with my group.

I don't know who the kids in your group are,

but I don't think the parents I know have much money left to buy bicycles.

You told me it was because I failed physics

not because you didn't have money

We already discussed that. When you pass, you'll have the bicycle.

That was our agreement, wasn't it?

1 didn't realize about summer. Bicycles are for the summer.

And passing your exams is for spring.

But those exams were political.

Really?

Of course, everyone knows that

There is nothing about that in the newspaper.

It's true that many have failed because of politics.

Sure. So what have physics to do with politics?

It's all politics, dad.

My school is very right-wing. The Principal, don Aurelio, belongs to Gil-Robles' party.

Well, that's a big mistake.

Pedrito, my son! Thanks God you came!

- I'm dealing with so many things... - They've killed Calvo Sotelo.

It's not in the paper, but everybody knows.

Forget about that nonsense, we are really upset here.

- What happened? - Something terrible.

Even worse than Calvo Sotelo's death?

Yes. Your brother, he is in love with our neighbour Manolita.

But now she has decided to become an performer.

This way, all of a sudden?

Here they come, I heard dona Marcela's door.

Son, don't forget to thank don Simon.

If she becomes an performer, that's even better for you.

Just screw her, and no problem.

Wipe your tears, you dummy.

Dofia Marcela, why did you bother?

Music...you are always so lively.

Look, dona Maria Luisa did let me put those tables here.

Since my apartment is so small... And she also lent me the glassware.

Well, please drink something... Uh, it's really hot.

Good afternoon, dona Marcela.

Don Simon, I really appreciate what you did for me.

Tomorrow I will see your friends at the retail store.

1 will endeavour not do disappoint you.

Julio, it's not such a big deal.

Don Simon, what do you think about what happened to Calvo Sotelo?

That was an atrocity!

Be quiet, Marcela. You don't understand these things.

It may be so, but it was an atrocity nevertheless.

We don't know about other people's ideas.

You don't even understand your own ideas.

I worry about what the military may do.

1 don't think they can do much.

Everybody smells they will try to rebel.

The Government must be prepared for that.

For one reason or another, you cannot imagine how much money is leaving the bank.

- C'mon son. - It's true, dad.

They are picking on religious and conservative schools.

Look, Bermudez was first on 6th Grade and they failed

him in Ethics and Law for saying that divorce was immoral.

And he took that information from the textbook.

It must have been an old book, huh?

Yes, from last year.

The elections took place after the books were already printed.

And what about physics?

No, they haven't changed that,

but it's true, dad: they are picking on us!

And I think it's the same thing to say 'if I pass you'll buy me the bicycle"

as "if you buy me the bicycle, I'll pass".

Well, you must have passed Logic, didn't you?

Dad, I'm committing to pass in September if you buy me the bicycle.

When will you buy it? Tomorrow?

The day after?

The Government will have to change.

No, they will pass me in September. The Government just want to screw us.

I agree with you on that one.

You are too smart.

- Hello, dona Antonia? - How are you?

I brought you a bottle of anis.

You shouldn't have bothered.

It's from the winery. My husband says it's better than "El Mono's" (The Monkey's).

- Yes, most likely. - Have you heard about Calvo Sotelo?

Hello, dofia Marcela.

Yes, it was obviously in retaliation for Lieutenant Castillo's death.

Well, Calvo Sotelo was going overboard on his latest speeches.

Pedrito, put some music. I want to dance with dona Marcela.

Hello, Julio.

I'm very happy about your job.

Go to hell!!

Well...

Hi, Manolita.

Hello, Julio.

You are buying books?

You can see it...theatrical books.

Sorry about last night. I didn't know what I was saying.

Well, you were loud and clear.

I apologize, I was angry.

Sure. Like I am now.

Manolita, it's not my fault that I like you so much.

Maybe it's because we live close to each other.

Is that the only reason?

I mean, if you lived in a different neighbourhood I wouldn't have met you.

I wouldn't have fallen in love with you.

But being neighbours...

Of course...

You are more clever than I am. I don't know how to speak.

Then don't talk, nobody is asking you.

I don't mind if you want to become an performer. I've thought a lot about that.

So, you are giving me your permission...

Yes...

I understand that, while you are single, you will want to work in what you like the most.

Last night's thing was just a fit of temper. And because you already gave me hope...

Who, me? When did I do that?

When I sent you the letter. You never returned it or made a face at me.

1 only have one face.

Well, that does mean something, doesn't it?

Is all what it takes to make you happy?

No, that doesn't make me happy! I want to speak with your father and ask

him for your hand! And I want us to get married! And I don't want you to work!

Calm down...Relax, Julio.

And don't scream at me.

Maluli, close that window!

We must warn your father. Manolita, go to the sculptor's workshop and phone him.

He must have found out, mom.

And what were you doing in the coffee shop?

Shut up, you sneak. Pablo and I were outside.

We heard it from outside.

Lower the radio volume, son.

It must be in the news, mom.

- You came back. - Sure I'm back.

- 1 didn't hear you coming. Did you hear it? - Yes, there is a military uprising.

Good Lord!

- I already told you, mom. - Is there a war?

There is no war, it's a coup d'état.

We already warned you, didn't we?

Quiet, there is going to be a broadcast.

(Radio) "The Government didn't want to address the nation until finding out what exactly had happened

and taking immediate and relentless countermeasures to quash it.

A portion of the Army representing Spain in Morocco did raise up in arms against the Republic

rebelling against the Fatherland..."

Apparently, they have also rebelled in Zaragoza, Oviedo and La Corufia.

- Also in La Coruna? - Yes.

No, they just said that nothing has happened in the Peninsula.

It's all rumours.

Quiet...

(Radio) "The uprising is limited to a number of cities in the Protectorate, and nobody, absolutely nobody..."

They haven't said anything about La Corufia.

- That's where my parents are... - Shhh!

(Radio) "On the contrary, Spaniards have reacted unanimously and with deepest anger..."

"...against the blameworthy and frustrated uprising, which they already know about"

Someone is ringing at the door, Lady.

Luis, someone is ringing.

Well, then open, damn!

(Radio) "Latest news...All the forces in the Republic are maintaining.."

Sorry, dona Dolores, but since we don't have a radio...

Of course, come in. Do you want a glass of water?

And my Pedrito is not home ...

Luis, what about Cartagena?

What should be going on in Cartagena?

You have a friend over there, Bastarreche.

So what?

They said that the Navy has departed Cartagena.

And what has that to do with Bastarreche? He just owns a pastry shop.

And what about Segovia? All my family lives in Fresnedal.

But don Luis, they told you...

What the hell? Nothing is happening in Segovia, or in Cartagena, just in Africa!

Don't you hear it?

You know, Manolita. I spoke to Don Simon's friend.

The owner of the department store, remember?

And he told me, when I asked him when do I start working...

that today is not the day to talk about that.

Of course, he is right.

I know you think I insist too much

but there is nothing more important for me than you.

When do you think I could talk to your parents?

Because...what if I now...?

No, Julio. Now I am not in the right pace of mind to talk about these things.

When all this is over, I will talk to my parents.

After all, if will be just a few days.

I am very worried, Luis.

I understand. Me too.

It's not about that, but about the office.

You all left early, and you were in charge.

No, ho, I let them leave early.

Besides, I intended to leave early to buy him the bicycle.

Yes, I forgot! But you won't go now, will you?

All stores will be closed.

I don't mind anymore. Besides, all my group is gone.

So you just wanted it for one day?

You don't understand, dad.

No, I don't.

I want it anyway. I can use with other kids the next few days, then I can take it to La Almunia.

Sure, and your cousin Anselmo will use it more than you.

I don't mind letting him use it, mom.

But I want it anyway.

Of course. Then this is all over we'll go and buy a bicycle, eh?

And you have the whole summer ahead of you.

My Pedrito hasn't arrived yet...

(Radio) "We are transmitting now a release from UGT...

"Comrades, in these crucial moments for the Spanish working class we are asking you to remain calm...

" Once again, reactionary forces have rebelled against us..."

Hello, handsome...

Didn't that guy go with her a few days ago?

He's in love with her.

Did you see that?

Peppers...tomatoes...3 cans of asparagus...

Anchovies... anchovies?

- Girl...! - I remember that Luisito likes them.

I asked you to bring supplies for 15 days, but this is too much. It's an exaggeration.

More sugar?

Basilio, my countryman in the vegetables store, says that all supplies will be very controlled.

He is giving me all this under the table.

Basilio, the slim one? What's going on between you and him?

Nothing, Lady. But we are lucky knowing him.

Really...

Because he is now in charge of everything. The owner has vanished.

Since he had 5 stores in Madrid, they are certain he has been killed.

Oh, come on...

Yes, it's true. I understand the union could not stomach him.

On the other hand, they like my countryman Basilio

and since the other clerk did join the militia and left for the mountains...

He is one of the ones who burned the convents when all that started.

You are going overboard. This will be over in 15 days.

- Basilio's workmate... - More flour?

Basilio's workmate, the one who went to the mountains,

was with the group that went shooting into those military barracks.

Yes, the Cuartel de la Montana.

Stop causing trouble, son.

I just want the attic keys.

I brought you anchovies.

You know, lady? The landlord has also vanished.

Dofia Maria Luisa's husband.

Is that true?

Dona Antonia would have told me, she is always well informed.

Basilio told me that.

Some say he has been killed, and others say he is hiding in an embassy.

But...such a good man...

He makes sculptures of saints...

and besides he is very rich...

he is the owner of this house.

Poor dona Maria Luisa. She is now by herself with the girl.

- What's going on, girl? - Where do I put the marmalade?

In the pantry, girl. Same as always.

I see how you are studying physics.

Soon you will have exams, and if you fail again you'll see your father's reaction.

Mom, I didn't know there were so many novels up here.

And since you don't let me go out, I have to keep busy somehow.

Yeah, I know what you are up to.

Hey, is it true that dad was a writer?

No...who told you that?

I don't know, I thought I heard you two talking about that.

He used to like writing when he was young. I don't know what he wrote.

Poems, novels...l don't know. He never finished anything.

Did he write any poems to you?

To me? Well, some funny verses.

One of his friends used to sing them while playing a mandolin.

They were quite naughty.

I think he also wrote a children's play, and some friends played it somewhere.

When we got married, he started writing a play about Las Sardas

but he never finished it.

I don't understand why he didn't finish it.

Being a writer is something beautiful.

You don't make any money that way. All writers live by sponging on others.

That doesn't stop it from being something beautiful.

You know what happened to your dad with his writing?

No

He wasn't well educated. In order to write one must know a lot.

One must have studied.

But dad...he did study, didn't he?

Just primary studies, same as me.

But one day your father, when things were not going well at all for us...

Manolita was very little and I was expecting you...

Well, one day your father grabbed all the books and brought them here.

And he burned all his papers. He burned all what he had written.

And he went out, looking for another job.

Since that time, things started getting better.

I would like to become a writer.

After you finish high school and you win a competition, then you can think about that.

But for now, keep studying physics.

Maluli, your eyes are bright stars on the stairs, colorful glow-worms.

The war is over! The war is over!

Didn't you hear it on the radio? They have announced it!

My Pedrito comes from the street and says that all is over.

Luis, turn on the radio and let's hear it

Julito, son, come in.

They are in their death throes. The Government has fled to Valencia.

No, ho, lady. They have "moved" to Valencia, to be precise.

And about this being over, I don't think so.

Because the International Brigades are just arriving to Madrid.

They said on the streets that La Pasionaria (The Passion Flower) was going to address us.

- Where is your sister? - Nobody is talking here, dona Antonia.

You never listen to the other side's radio?

No, no, lady. Never.

They transmit much better news.

Union Radio only tells lies.

Of course, they are over a barrel.

It's in the street.

Look, look..

(BANNER) THEY SHALL NOT PASS! The Fascists want to conquer Madrid. MADRID WILL BE THE FASCISM'S GRAVE

(Singing) "To the barricades, to the barricades"

"... for the triumph of the Confederation"

"To the barricades, to the barricades"

"... for the triumph of the Confederation"

"Working people march onwards to the battle "

"We have to smash the reaction"

Many thanks for the umbrella, Julio.

- Hi, mom. - Hi, daughter..

You are back too soon from the academy, aren't you?

The academy has been closed.

They said they will reopen it once all this is over.

What are you telling me?

But I have another job.

I wanted to discuss it with you before telling dad, so that you can convince him.

But he is letting you work...

But I don't need permission.

In the union, they've told me that my parents cannot stop me.

In the union?

What are you talking about?

Nowadays, one has to be in a union to work.

So this morning I went to the entertainment union.

- And I have registered. - Oh, God ...

Look...

I have my card.

Are you still obsessed with that?

After the contest scandal?

What scandal?

The neighbours...

Poor Julio was really mad.

To hell with Julio!

We are not going live worrying about what others may say.

Today things are different.

And now, getting a job is easy.

Many of the companies have left, so there are few actors in Madrid.

The pay is 5 pesetas per day working as extra.

And working for free is prohibited.

Besides, people need entertainment.

It's just a profession like any other.

It's full of scoundrels, bums, drunks

gamblers, queers and whores.

And I suppose that there are also normal people

and poor devils, like in any other profession.

But Inestrosa, that friend of your father's

he was a very normal person, and he was a comedian.

Besides, have you forgotten that I wanted to be a playwright?

And if I had written plays, some performers would have played them.

So why wouldn't I want performers to exist?

And what would give me the right to expect other

people's daughters to become performers, but not mine?

Luis, nobody is telling you anything.

That's why I am talking to myself.

And she will have to go every day to the theatre.

Of course.

Without anyone going with her?

If nobody was going with her to the academy,

why should anyone have to go with her to the theatre?

It's not the same thing, Luis. It's not the same thing.

I'm cold.

Well, I don't feel cold when I am at your side.

So, your boss also...? Are you sure?

Of course.

The Little Marquis...

He was very involved, so he went into hiding...

How awful. A man with houses in virtually all the 49 provinces

Instead to go to one seized by the right group

he went to one seized by the wrong group.

They killed him, his father and his two brothers.

And another man who was just visiting.

Yes!

Yes, this is no joke.

That man went there to sell something... fertilizers or whatever.

So they thought he was a family member

and they killed him as well.

How awful. But they respected the mother, didn't they?

Yes, they respected the mother.

They respected her because she was in Mexico.

Luis, turn the radio on. Let's hear if they say something about the non-intervention.

- About what? - About the non-intervention.

The democratic powers have decide not to intervene in Spain in favour of either side.

Not to sell any weapons. France is going to close its border.

And is that good?

I don't know, Dolores. I don't know. Some people say yes, others say no.

Who knows?

(Radio) The Siege of Saragossa.

Why are the lights on and the blinds up?

That's what they want.

Yes, that's what they said on the radio.

No, no, it's the other way around.

Dad is right. That's why they put those things in the balconies.

If the houses are dark, then the Pacos (policemen) hide.

No, sir. It's the blinds down or lights turned off

in case there is an air raid. They said that today.

C'mon, Luis. Roll down the blinds.

That light!

Duck, Luis! Duck!!

That light!

- Turn the light off! - My son!

Maria, turn the light off.

My son, they could have killed you!

Yes, they could have killed him.

I, Luis..., ..forgive me, I...

Things keep changing so much!

1 know, it's not your fault.

Fuck with the loyalists, the fascists, and their fucking mother as well!

What was that?

- Abomb. - An aircraft bomb.

Yes, that must be it.

Dolores, Manolita, go down to the basement.

When the fuck will God want all this to end?

The loving night drops from its skies a wedding canopy over the lovers.

The night has hanged its clear diamonds on the velvet-like summer sky.

The garden, in shadows, doesn't have any colours, and in the mystery of its darkness,

rustling the leaves, scent of flowers and love ... A sweet desire to mourn.

The holy night looks impious, like blasphemy in the middle of a prayer

There is fighting.

- Airplanes, airplanes. - Don't you hear them throwing bombs?

They can throw whatever they want.

They want us to surrender.

Good luck to them.

The bombing is getting closer!

Never mind, Nati, let them do. I don't care, for ll am dancing with my Juan Jose.

Well, then let the house collapse with all of us inside, and long live Madrid!

Five minutes break.

Manolita, your mother says you have to tell me something.

Not much. Luisito sneaks into Maria's room at night.

Are you sure?

One night, Manolita was listening behind the door

and through the keyhole...

Yes, sure, but what did you see?

One cannot see the bed through the keyhole.

So, while you and I are having a good time in bed,

the kid and the maid are also having a good time in bed.

Great. And meanwhile, poor Manolita is feeling hopeless in the corridor.

- Don't be an animal, Luis! - Well, if at least we had a chauffeur...

You two are too much.

Luis, do you think that Luisito is in love?

No, mom, that's not it. It's something else.

What else?

Well, he just likes to touch girls. Don't you hear that?

It happens with me, mom. Whenever we pass each other in the corridor...

- Manolita...! - Yes, mother?

- You are his sister. - Well, that's precisely the point.

What do you mean? You are insane!

I mean, that's precisely why he passes her in the corridor.

Did you expect him to pass Marlene Dietrich?

They are calling me. Don't wait, someone will escort me.

Yes, mother, someone will go with me. Go straight to the subway.

It was nice. Very good performance.

C'mon, Dolores, move!

- What shall we do with Maria? - Who, the maid?

Yes, of course. We'll have to fire her.

No, no. I think it would be something feudalistic making her pay for this.

1 think it would be more feudalistic if she stayed

home so that our boy does with her what he wants.

Not what HE wants, but rather what SHE wants.

He is a boy.

You'll always think of him as a boy, but he is already a man.

And next year, he will be even older.

Next year life will be normal again and things will have changed.

And he will become married, right?

Luis, don't make me nervous. We'll have to do something

What would you like me to do? Give him 5 pesetas

and let him screw a whore, like Pedrito does?

Or let him become an idiot like Julito?

I have been told that nowadays whores are cleaner than years ago.

No, not with those women. Lord, Lord our kid was a member of Catholic Action.

Well, he was nothing but a beginner.

Well, think about something. You are his father and also a man.

Yes, but that's just coincidental.

Talk to him.

So you think that by talking to him the forces of nature

will become under control? The instincts of the species?

Luis, stop saying nonsense and think of something.

You are driving me crazy!

Well, look. Maluli, the landlady's daughter, must be around 14 by now.

If you want we can tell dona Maria Luisa, and we put those two together.

When returning from Paris, at home he found

two babies, that here, in Madrid, his wife had ordered.

And when pulling out of the trunk another baby that he had bought

With so many coincidences, the girl became suspicious

And she started laughing, and she looked at her dad,

like saying "you are not fooling me".

Maria...I have been thinking about you wanting to return to your village.

I didn't say that.

Well, you mentioned you've heard that there was more food over there, and

that you could help your aunt as her husband and son had joined the militia...

Ah yes, I said that.

And that here, in Madrid, with the shootings, the war

being so close-by, and the air rides, you were feeling bad.

And the lack of food supplies.

I am feeling better now.

With my countryman Basilio, we will have food supplies.

He is now involved with food supplies.

Let me...Maria, please take a seat.

Maria

My son Luis is already 15. And, fortunately, I have verified that he likes women.

Until not long ago, he was spying on his mother

Whenever she was going to take a bath.

And, whenever he sees his sister in the corridors, he squeezes her in such a way

that the walls must have holes by now.

And he joins you in bed every other night.

But sir, what...

Luckily, you also...

well, you...are gorgeous, Maria...

And, naturally, you like men. An Luisito is already one, and...

and...

before this keeps going any further...

have you already...consummated...?

No! By the Virgin of the Fuencisla, no!

OK, OK. Calm down, Maria. This is not something to cry about.

We came to this valley of tears to cry as little as possible ...

and to enjoy and to have as much fun as we possibly can handle.

But so far, and until things are not totally settled...

It is customary that in those enjoyable activities between men and women

there is either some money...

or some love involved ...

and, of course, that's not the case in your situation.

You are doing what you are doing because you are living under the same roof, what the heck.

Because the house is small and you see each other at all times, that's all.

It would be better if you return to Torrelaguna...

Hey, Maria?

You could help your aunt. There, you will find a young lad,

older than Luisito, with whom you may fall in love with.

Luisito should stay here, studying physics

and solving his developmental problems the way God shows

him, that's why he was a member of Catholic Youth.

You must leave, Maria. I understand this is not fair, but ...

but I am convinced this is the way. And you agree, don't you?

I'm utterly embarrassed. May I go to my room?

Sure, sure.

And start packing!

You shut up!

You've got tears.

Who, me?

Damned bastards!

Who?

I don't know.

So, you are locked here...with the physics, huh?

I have already studied it, dad.

Hey, don't tell mom that I am here.

I'm tired of being home.

She doesn't even let me come here.

What about your friends? You never go out with them?

Mom worries if I go out.

Yeah, yeah...but don't pay too much attention to her.

We must accept the circumstances.

We must live...

always.

Poor girls...God knows where they may be ...

in a situation like this one.

Some of them go to International Red Aid.

To the..International Red Aid?

Yes. They register new members, work on a news publication...

they get together with friends...

And to they dance?

No, dad. Why should they dance?

Well, then become a member of the International Red Aid.

Didn't your friends become members?

Yes, but I am reluctant,

since I used to belong to Catholic Youth.

And weren't your friends members as well? C'mon, your mother

complains that you haven't been going to church for over a year.

And before this started...

I'm not turned on by mass...

ll understand. You joined the Catholic Youth to play football and pool.

Same reasons as I became member of the Maurist Circle.

So why don't you become a member of the International Red Aid?

Why are you so keen in me joining, dad?

It doesn't matter to me, but it's a way for you not to spend the whole day reading.

It's OK to read, but not at all times.

But I don't read at night...

No, of course not...

It's to save on electricity.

Hello, Pedrito.

But there are no whores in countries where free love exists.

And what if a man wants to fuck?

Then, he looks for a woman who also wants to fuck.

And if she wants to fuck, but not with him?

Then he looks for another one.

And if none of them wants to fuck?

Damn, you are making this too complicated!

1 don't mind if all belongs to the State

and if children don't inherit from parents.

But free love...In there is marriage, the married woman has to fuck

and if there are whores, you pay them. But if there is neither marriage nor whores...

all the girls will be for Clark Gable.

I expect they must have figured that out.

Have you read the one from Felipe Trigo?

Didn't it make you horny?

And you didn't like reading novels, eh?

Just a few chapters, the ones you told me about.

I skipped all others.

Hey, I'm going to arrive late to the office and my father will be worrying.

Well, you'll update me tomorrow, eh?

And if you have a chance, ask about that to your cousin.

(Song) I climbed to a green pine tree To see if Franco was arriving.

And I only saw an armored train. How well it was shooting!

Here, fuss, fuss!

The locomotive whistles and Franco goes to hell.

On the highlands of Burgos Mola had rebelled

We'll see him running when the armored train arrives.

Here, fuss, fuss!

The locomotive whistles and Mola goes to hell.

I hope you understand, comrade. The scarce food supplies that are left...

Bye, Pedrito.

The scarce food supplies that are left are very controlled.

I'm speaking from my heart, because if they heard me they will accuse me of defeatism.

There are some lentils...but they are scarce.

One year supplies at the most.

I understand, comrade.

One just has to look at people walking on the streets. It looks like a skeletons' parade.

Before, I could do favours to others. But now...

Whatever little is left goes to the front.

An I believe that's the right thing to do.

It's not for us, you know? It's for the kid...

For Luisito..

Basilio says that everything will be resolved if there is war.

War? What war?

Germany's war against England and France.

It's unavoidable.

In any case we help anyone we can, no matter who they are.

Well, I must go, Maria.

Yes, it's very late.

Hello, Anselmo, my dear nephew.

One leaves behind this place, the mud, shit, the blood, the dead friends,

hunger, only to find all that.

What a shit.

What's 'all that'?

Damn, it's Luisito! You have grown. Of course, I haven't seen you for 2 years.

Last summer vacation was ruined.

We were talking about Valencia. One must see it to believe it.

All stands are full of food. You can find anything, like in a fair.

But generally, what do you think about all this? One cannot trust the radio...

Didn't you see how we hit them? All this will soon be over

We stopped them, they didn't pass. And the international repercussions...

Because the fascists' gamble was to take Madrid, and they didn't succeed.

Now, they don't know what to do. Besides, France is

going to open the border and we'll get anything we want

weapons, food, anything...

It's just a matter of days. Peace is around the corner.

A wonderful peace.

Did you hear about your cousin Antonio?

They took him for a one-way ride.

1 didn't know him much.

Who did it? The Falangists?

- No... - Well, it's not clear who did it.

What do you mean by that? He was a worker, a carpenter...

Yes, but he was working in a convent... and he was a very religious man.

I was mistaken ...

Priests and the military sold themselves to the capitalist

to screw the rest of us. Even a blind man could see that!

And you, did you start working?

Yes, I work with my father at the winery.

When all this is over, back to studying.

Ilike a lot your collectivization.

In Aragon, even the land has been collectivized. Yes, sir, we must work

First, we create riches, and afterwards we'll enjoy them. Let machines do the work.

Unions will industrialize everything.

When the libertarian society is up and running ...

the work hours will decrease, and people ...

could go to the country, to the movies,

to have fun with the kids ... and also with the girls

but without any bullshit of marriages, family,

documents, judge, priest ... no, no, freedom for everything.

And what about the guys who don't like women?

There will be a fix for that as well.

Hey, but sins are over, damn!

But we must show respect, that's a must.

No more stabbing the girl to death, nor single mothers,

nor sons of whores, nor cuckolds. No, no.

Freedom for everything. Everyone does as he pleases.

And property will be neither yours nor mine.

And, of course, education will be equal for everybody.

Luisito, you can have all the books you want,

so that you can later teach other workers.

That's the secret.

It's going to be a wonderful peace!

And there will be exams?

I know nothing about that.

And what do you think about the Chinese?

The Chinese?

Yes, they refer to the communists as "the Chinese".

I understand them.

I know where they are going with "tactic" and "opportunity".

But they are wrong.

'A strong state', 'a strong state'...

I see no difference in being screwed by the State or by a landowner.

I just want them to leave me alone.

Kid, you study and don't wind your father up.

A wonderful peace...

This nonsense about sharing benefits...

I've heard my husband saying that for the last 40 years.

That's babble...just babble.

I think things were OK the way they were before.

Men just have to work

and we have to ask God to help them.

But not all of them work, and that is the problem.

That's just babble, dofia Dolores.

Let's embrace the moment, things are becoming scarcer every day.

We are even running out of anis from the winery.

Well, almost...

And tell me, dona Antonia...Who is that girl living in your house?

I see her going in and out, and...

She is Pedrito's girlfriend.

His fiancée?

Well... 1 don't have a problem with him having a girlfriend.

But bringing her home...

Of course, the poor girl has lost her family and she has nothing.

And she is a very good girl, she helps me a lot.

Well, when this is all over we'll see if we ... kick her out.

Or if they get married.

Well, since the misfortunes are over, now I'm going to talk about my joys.

Joys during these times?

I'm getting divorced, dona Dolores.

I said I'm getting divorced, dona Antonia!

Jesus...!

At this stage?

What did you expect? There was no divorce before.

And what does Don Simon think about this?

What do you think his opinion will be? He has always been in favour of freedom

and progress, of free-thinking.

I think he even saw one day Pablo Iglesias from the distance.

There is nothing that dolt can say.

Well, you need some grounds to get divorced.

Irreconcilable differences.

After 48 years we must know whether or not we are compatible with each other.

I would like to have your sense of humour, dona Marcela.

Is there a bit left?

Well, the time for splitting has arrived.

To freedom, comrades.

What a sense of humour. What a sense of humour.

But ... jare you sure?

Yes, mom, I already told you. Almost 4 months.

My God. And nothing can be done?

In these circumstances...

Why didn't you tell me before?

I knew you would suffer.

And now you are leaving, and when your father and brother come home...

What will I tell your father?

Don't tell him anything. 1 will talk to him.

It's not as tragic as you see it.

Things have changed.

So that happened because of you being a performer.

Who is the father? A comedian?

What does he say? Will he marry you?

He was a serviceman.

A captain.

He 'was'?

José Fernandez. A militiaman from a union battalion.

But they promoted him to captain.

He was killed in the mountains.

My poor child...

We were deeply in love, mom. He didn't take advantage of me.

And no, we wouldn't have married, because neither of us believed in that.

But we would have lived together.

This war...this damned war...

And now this baby... at time when there is no food ...

and you will need nourishment.

Mom, I don't think I am the only woman who is expecting a baby since the war started

And when it ends? You'll be a single mother

You don't know what that is like.

Mom, all that has become irrelevant.

Hi, kids.

Good morning, dona Marcela.

Good day, a very good day.

Amazing...

You go up, dona Dolores. I'll stay here a bit longer.

There is not much to see at my place. There is more action here in the stairway

I was waiting for you. I will choke if I don't speak with someone.

That woman, dofia Dolores. That woman! That woman in my house, ... Pedrito's girlfriend!

Calm down, come to my place. I don't have any anis left,

but I can offer you a small glass of wine.

She ... she is a bad woman.

OK, calm down.

What has she done to you?

No, the poor girl hasn't done anything to me. She is very good to me.

Y think she has even become fond of me.

But ... she is a bad woman.

You understand what I mean.

She is a woman of the street ...

or she has been one. I have been told that in an anonymous note.

Maybe everything is just mischief... or smear.

No...I have asked Pedrito. He said it's true and he doesn't mind.

And he loves her ... and he won't let her leave our home.

And she also loves him, but ... what am I going to

do with that woman and my son in my house, and...

And it's true, they love each other. I feel it, they are in love!

Dona Antonia, things are changing.

Many things have already changed.

Some problems used to be very serious,

but not any longer.

What that girl, Rosa, was doing ... soon nobody will do it any longer.

Who will remember then?

And if they do remember, who cares?

This is no longer our world, dona Antonia.

And neither will be the world that's coming.

Who will criticize you? Dofia Maria Luisa, perhaps?

Because her husband carves figures of saints?

Maybe carving figures of saints will become outlawed very soon.

Don't you say that both of them are in love? Then, let's enjoy life!

From now on, love is free, dona Antonia.

Imagine what both you and I have missed.

Dolores! Dolores! Move, let's go!

Luisito, where is your sister? Manolital Come on, go in there.

There are still many more to come.

Maluli, child, please close the door.

Most of them used to come here

but not any longer.

Yes, people get used to anything.

I agree.

If it wasn't for the troublemakers, we could all live in peace.

Dona Marcela doesn't want to come.

Your wife...well, your ex-wife.

Just to contradict me.

Open, open, please!

That bomb fell nearby.

This is a crime...

What did you say, dofia Antonia?

If they don't bomb the cities, the war will never end.

Sorry, dofia Maria Luisa. I'm confused, and Pedrito is fighting in the front line.

I'm confused.

This is almost over. Don't you listen to the Nationalists' radio?

Yes, at don Luis' place.

Dona Antonia...!

Don't worry...even I do listen to it. One must stay informed...

That one fell on this street.

But why do they drop bombs on this street? Why?

There is a garage at the corner.

- Here. - What's that?

It's a poem. I wrote it for you.

No, don't read it now. Your mother could see you.

That's true.

It's a poem dedicated to your eyes when you go upstairs.

Don Luis, I wanted to tell you something ... between neighbours.

Yes, dona Maria Luisa, tell me.

I have been told that you have food.

- Me? Food? - Yes.

I cannot believe what people say. In fact, we are starving.

And I worry the most for my son Luis due to his age.

I feel the same thing for Maluli.

Do you think that I would let my son starve if I had any food?

The only thing is that, as you very well know, I work on a winery.

Which you have now impounded.

No, lady, that's not exactly the case. We now "exploit" the winery

rather than letting the former owners exploit us.

Well, those are not the matters I wanted to discuss with you

Dofia Maria Luisa, I just wanted to tell you that the only thing I have is some wine.

That's true. And sometimes I trade it for 1 kg of salted cod

so that my son and my grandson don't die from starvation.

But, dona Maria Luisa, be assured that I don't have any food stocked at my place.

You don't have to justify yourself.

I came to talk to you as a mother.

- This is almost over. - Well ...

And we all know how it will end.

That remains to be seen.

- Let's leave that. - Yes, let's do so.

If you could do something ... if ...

if at some point you receive something, maybe some Swiss chocolate ...

I don't know, something ...

keep Maluli in mind ...

That little girl who is now talking with your son ...

and I promise you that soon, very soon

1 will reward you.

I understand.

- So what do you say? - Well, nothing ...

Right now, there is nothing.

But there is one thing I will tell you.

I really would like to be able to help you now ...

and that you couldn't reward me later.

I'm telling you again, Manolita. Think on the baby as well.

I know that other men wouldn't do the same thing.

But even if things have changed, a single mother with a baby ...

I'm prepared to marry you, even if my mother does not approve it.

This way, your son will have a father.

Right now, it's easy to get married.

Yes, Julio, I know.

We can live at your parents' place, if you wish.

It's larger than mine

and this way you won't have to leave them.

Or in mine too, if you so prefer.

It's virtually the same, as they are so close to each other.

In fact, it will become the same if we get married.

Same as when a country's king marries another country's queen.

Yes, more or less.

They are bombing this house! This street!

Where are the picks and the shovels?

They will be useless if the house falls on us!

Hail Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, our Life, our Sweetness, and our hope.

To thee we cry, poor banished children of Eve.

To thee we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.

Turn then most gracious advocate, Thine eyes of mercy toward us,

Even if they blow the bridge and the gangplank

You will see me crossing the Ebro in a little sailing boat

I'm going to the department store.

Julio ...

Here

Son ...

watch for cars.

Dolores, why don't we discuss what you just told me?

I don't know, Luis. I'm embarrassed.

Well, you didn't hesitate in telling me.

Well...now that your husband is not here ... Sorry, Manolita, but ...

I suppose you have noticed that every day I bring less food to the table.

Yes, there were very few lentils yesterday.

But I'm not surprised, as food is getting scarce.

But the ration we receive with the cards is always the same.

Your mother always puts the same quantity in the pan.

But, as you said, there is always less in the serving dish.

What are you trying to say, mother?

What do you mean by my husband not being here?

Well, his mother comes and leaves this place constantly,

and the poor woman is starving like the rest of us

1 don't know if once in awhile she doesn't

- ...stick the spoon in the serving dish. - Mother!

Hunger is what's causing this.

The fact is that the lentils are disappearing.

Well, tell the truth. Whatever is on your mind, but with no fear.

I don't mind telling that bore to her face.

After we seat her every day at our table ...

She contributes her ration card.

- Of course! - And we do the same with ours.

Plus the supply that Luisito and I get at the office.

And you eat everyday with the coupons you get at the theatre.

And if she also comes to stick the spoon in the serving dish ...!

Mom, I ... during a couple of days, when passing by the kitchen, I was so hungry ...

I eat a spoonful from what you have for dinner ... but a very small spoonful.

Just one or two days, and it was a very, very small spoonful.

No, Luisito. One little spoonful would not be noticeable.

But you also have a spoonful of lentils to taste them while cooking, don't you?

So what? I must taste them.

I use a small coffee spoon for that.

Sure, since we have no other use for them...

Manolita...what's going on, child?

It's me...it's me...

Don't blame that simpleton.

Every day, before dinner, 1 visit the kitchen

and I eat one or two spoonfuls.

But just one or two.

1 didn't expect that would be noticeable.

But I don't do that for me, I swear.

I do it for the baby.

I'm dry, mother. I'm dry.

My poor child...

A few days ago I stole a piece of bread

from the guy eating by my side. And he was a co-worker, mother. A co-worker!

You should have seen the fuss between him and the waiter!

My child...

Ok. Mea culpa, eh? Mea culpa. Mea culpa.

I, as I am the smartest being in this house because of my gender and age,

have long understood that one spoonful between 6 plates could not harm anyone.

So, since about one month ago, and regardless of what's in the pan,

lentils, chickpeas, rice and clams,

or water with something suspected to be cod,

and while pretending to go to relieve myself, I sneak into the kitchen

invisible and stealthily like Arséne Lupin

and I eat a spoonful.

Do you realize? Three spoonfuls

Yes, Dolores. And yours makes four, and two from Julio and his mother makes six.

Julio and his mother?

Of course. They are dumb, but hunger makes them smarter.

Just add up. It makes seven spoonfuls,

because Manolita also eats one for the baby.

Seven spoonfuls ...

But ... that's all what I put in the cup.

That's all what we have!

Don't cry, please. Don't cry. Who cares? What's the problem?

We hear on the radio that there is no problem.

Who cares if we ate the lentils in the kitchen or in the dining room?

We are the same people and we eat the same number of spoonfuls!

How embarrassing, dad. How embarrassing.

It's not embarrassment, Manolita...

it's just hunger.

Let peace arrive. Let peace arrive!

Otherwise we will end eating each other.

Had the democratic powers assisted us two years ago, this would have been over by now.

If the revolutionaries weren't as brutal as the beginning as they were ...!

Hell, sure, but who was right?

- I don't know, I don't know! - But I do!

You never had any political ideas, and now...

Yes, I did!

Yes, I had political ideas.

But I did put them aside until he becomes an adult.

I wanted to be ... Maxim Gorky.

The trumpets suddenly start their sounds,

their singing sounds, their warm chorus surrounds

in a golden thunder the pride of the flags.

He says the fight, the wounded revenge,

the rough mane, the rough plumes,

the spear, the lance, the blood that waters the heroic land.

Who?

(more poetry)

Who was it?

They called from Julio's department store.

Or from the store around the corner, I don't know.

It's your husband, child.

A bomb has exploded, and Julio is dead.

Is your father upstairs?

Someone must tell dona Antonia. I don't have the courage.

A warrior's ardor rings in our voices

and our heart is filled with love for the fatherland.

- ...We will sing the sacrosanct hymn - (Dolores) The peace has arrived ...

of duty, of the Fatherland, and of Honour. Honour!

From those who devout to you their love and lives

Listen, Spain, this warrior's song.

- (Dolores) It's the peace, my son... - (Song) a song that comes from our souls, that are yours

and from lips that have kissed your flag.

From chests who waited longingly

to kiss that Cross.

Which falls in with the ensign of the Nation

and it's the weapon with which they have to defend it.

Our desire is your greatness, that you be noble and strong

- Hi, Maluli. - Hi.

Hello, Luisito.

It's over, son. It's over.

Sure, we all knew that after Barcelona and the rest of Catalonia were lost ...

'Won', child. 'Won', thanks God.

Apparently, everybody knew it. Some even joined the underground Falange.

Half Madrid, Luisito. It's no secret.

Everybody is rearranging everything.

My father is preparing the paperwork to hand to the winery's previous owner's heirs.

You will finish high school, won't you?

Yes, I still have to pass 5th grade's physics,

1 will do my exams in September, and afterwards I can attend business school.

My father is going to send me to a boarding school, for I have lost 3 school years.

I've heard the learning is accelerated.

To a boarding school?

This is great, Luisito. My husband joined the Nationalist zone from the embassy.

Poor dad.

With the number of sculptures that the reds have destroyed ...

he will have a lot of work.

Have you been in Olivar Street?

Yes, and they have never heard again of Anselmo.

Relax, Dolores. For there is nobody left.

Uncle Ramon and Manolo were shot by the

Nationalists' firing squads when all this started.

Juan died in the Battle of the Ebro.

Encarna says that perhaps Damian did manage to escape at the last minute

by crossing the border, and ...

My God ...

Remember, Dolores? You mentioned that the

revolutionaries had committed many atrocities.

Apparently, everybody must have been a revolutionary.

And there is something else ...

Neither Luisito nor I do work any longer at the winery.

They have fired me.

And I was looking forward for all this to come to an end ...

Don't worry, we will get ahead somehow.

But ... what's the matter, Dolores?

I was just remembering ...

If you had seen how dona Marcela was telling

that she is no longer divorced, and that after so many years

she was again a newlywed.

He looks beautiful.

That's nonsense, Maria. The baby is quite malnourished.

That's not true. He looks beautiful.

You look great. Do you come from the other zone?

No, we didn't move away from Madrid.

Nobody would have guessed.

- Well ... - Take a seat, Maria.

Thank you, don Luis. We didn't lack anything, thanks God.

Her husband was involved with provisions supplies.

Yes, Basilio.

And because he was from the food sector he got a cushy job ...

well ... he got employed ...

And how is he doing? Is he still in Madrid?

Well, that's what I wanted to tell you about. He is no longer here.

Well, he got quite an important job in the same ...

In the same sector ...

That's it. Since he helped many people ...

and he handed the supplies warehouses to the Nationalists.

Ah ...

But he ...he is no longer my husband.

That doesn't surprise me. Those were very easy weddings, like in the movies.

That's why now they tell you "I don't care”

Well, you get married again, this time properly, and problem solved.

Well, he says that his position is very important

and that he has a great future

and it would be unwise to spoil it with a fast wedding.

Sure ...

I think ... that's a dirty trick.

Yes, that's how things go ...

The only thing I am confident about is that he has a great future.

I'm going back to my village.

My mother doesn't know anything about this. She has enough in her plate, poor woman.

Why do you say that?

My father was shot dead by firing squad... Basilio found out

I wanted to work again, but I suspect you won't be able to hire me.

- We, right now ... - We can't right now, Maria.

That's what I thought.

I was thinking of dofia Maria Luisa, the landlady.

I would like to ask her for a job as

maidservant, and I wanted your opinion.

I don't see why not. You are a good girl.

Like everybody, you have some shortcomings, but ...

Sure. But if she asks you, please tell her what you think about me.

But don't tell her what I just told you.

Regarding Basilio?

She probably knows already about that.

It's regarding my father being shot by the Nationalists.

You know how she is ...

Goodbye, dona Dolores.

Thank you, don Luis.

Goodbye, Maria.

Goodbye, child.

No, mother. They have said 'no'!

I cannot register at school.

These exams are just for servicemen or for anyone coming from the other zone.

We will have to wait.

Just the opposite as Pablo's brother.

I just came to say goodbye.

My father has been transferred to Barcelona, and my mother came to do the moving.

Sure, as he got caught on the other side ...

My brother will remain in medical school. He says

he will finish with two 3-month intensive courses.

But your brother's ideas were quite ... advanced, weren't they?

Yes, he said he was a communist, but I think he was misinformed

He switched to Falange, with my father.

(Sigh)

Well, son, please write to Luisito.

I'm sorry we cannot offer you anything, but we have nothing.

Not even some cookies.

I mean it...nothing.

We just got some bottles and my mother asked me to bring you one.

It's anis.

Well, Pablo, please give her our most expressive thanks

and tell her I'm sorry for not having anything to give in exchange.

Well ... the competition.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Before, we could only drink our own anis, those were our orders.

Dolores, please bring some glasses.

And now we are going to have a glass of Monkey's anis

Between us, this anis is much better than our own.

You see, Dolores? You said we didn't have anything to offer our friend

and all of a sudden ...a miracle,

a glass of anis.

A top quality brand.

Well, Pablo...here is to your luck.

1 will smash your face in, you pig!

What's the matter? Did you prefer the reds?

Leave him alone!

- Were there any bystanders? - Yes.

And what did they do?

What could they do? Everybody is scared.

You did what you had to do, Luis.

And I suppose the soldiers also did what they had to do.

You know, dad? I can't believe it.

Before the war started, Pablo and I were walking in this area.

We talked about novels and books about war.

At some point, we pictured a battle.

You know, we were playing here.

We both agreed that it would be impossible for a war to take place here.

Just imagine.

Yes ...

It looks like anything can happen.

Listen, Luis, I ...

I wanted to tell you something.

I could be arrested.

Why, dad?

I don't know, but ...

but they are arresting many people, and ...

because I formed a union and we expropriated the wineries ...

But that was to ensure that there would be supplies. It was a work related issue.

- Nothing to do with politics. - Well, maybe nothing will happen ...

but they are arresting many people for things like that.

What I would like is ...

is that you don't get scared.

Just imagine how your mother and sister would feel.

You would have to cheer them up.

Yes? I wouldn't know how.

Well, you tell them that, in the end, is one less person to feed.

Don't say things like that.

It's awful, isn't it?

Yes, but it's smokable.

Yes ...

And mom was so happy because peace had arrived...

It's not peace what has arrived, Luis ...

it's victory.

I spoke with dofia Maria Luisa.

Do you remember that, time ago, 1 gave her 1 kg of salted cod?

She promised to return me the favour, and ...

she said that a friend of hers could find you a job.

Doing what?

Well ...

as a delivery boy.

Please try to understand, Luis. We need money at home.

But real money, not the republican one.

Well, for now you will have to bite the bullet and deliver parcels.

Sure.

The bicycle I was going to buy you when all this ended would be ideal for this job.

Remember?

I just wanted it for the summer, to go out with a girl.

So that was it?

Yes. I didn't tell you then, but that's what I wanted it for.

God knows when there will be another summer.

Subtitles by O Cangaceiro