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A MATTER OF LUCK

Now it really is over.

- Here. - No, thanks. I'm trying to quit.

A bad move.

I'm sorry, Julio.

I was wrong to get you to invest your inheritance in this.

- It seemed safe. - It's nobody's fault.

There's one good thing. I'll never eat shellfish again.

- Well, guys. - Yeah, so long.

Fuck, sea urchins!

You have to be sick in the head to catch those prickly things.

Come on, I'm hungry.

I'm splitting. I'm going to Madrid with my brother.

I might get a job in the disco where he works.

When are you going? I can't pay this on my own.

Come with me, man.

Clean that up.

The two of us in Madrid.

We always talked about it but it always got fucked up.

Army service, looking after your mom, the fish farm.

There's nothing to stop us now.

Where are my keys?

Since they closed the shipyards, there's nothing to do here.

- Except rot to death. - What about Concha?

You're always the same, kid.

Just quit worrying about everybody else.

Look.

Listen to me.

We'll both go to Madrid and work with my brother.

Just imagine. Serving drinks and fucking non-stop.

Girls in Madrid get really turned on by yokels.

I don't know why, but it's true.

You're a real pain, man.

Give me two, please, but ending in six.

- Hello. - Hello.

Thank you.

Bad luck.

I mean, the fish farm.

We must find something for you.

Come on, give him a break!

I saw your sister in the boat.

She gets crazy ideas.

Now she wants to catch sea urchins.

What will people say?

Leave her alone.

You're going to Donosti?

Yeah, to see some friends.

- All right. - 'Bye.

- So long. - So long.

I've been thinking.

We can bring the wedding forward.

In two months time.

A really big affair.

Why wait any longer?

What's wrong? Why are you stopping?

I can't screw and talk at the same time.

I'm just dying for it.

Leave everything to me. I'll see to it.

We needn't postpone the wedding any longer.

Look, Dad's thinking of retiring soon.

You could take over the lottery.

We could have a baby right away.

And then...

Have you no cigarettes?

You promised to quit for the wedding.

I don't want to spend my life stamping football pools.

I've got my plans.

The lottery pays well.

I've got my parents half-convinced.

If they sell the 3 apartments they have...

...we could set up in business for ourselves.

Everyone says ecological tourism is going to boom here.

We could open an hotel, or a luxury restaurant.

Don't you like the idea?

Yes. Well, I don't know. We have to think about it a bit.

And I can't contribute anything.

I don't know.

I can't decide. I'm not sure about anything.

If you weren't so gorgeous, I'd swap you for someone else.

- Can I have the bill, please? - Yes.

Julio...

- I'll go back later, on the bus. - All right.

I must look at things for the wedding.

Good-bye.

So long.

Hey!

Are you all right?

ROOM FOR RENT

I gave up my place, and as I'm getting married soon...

...I just want a room for a while.

And you decided to do it at 11.00 p. M?

I always do things like that.

Well...

If you want, there's breakfast until 10.00 a.m.

I don't do lunch or dinner.

The local laundry service sees to your clothes.

Take off your jacket.

The key.

My name's Marie.

- Yes, I know. - And congratulations.

What for?

That's what you say when someone gets married.

God knows why.

200 guests may be too many...

...but when we tried taking people out...

...we ended up with 215.

- I think we should leave it. - You're right.

We must see the news today...

...to find out about the body at the cliffs.

- Wasn't it an accident? - No, they say it was murder.

Can you imagine a crime here?

Yeah, it'll be great for tourism.

They say a man was killed and then thrown into the sea.

No one's seen any strangers around.

Maybe it was someone from the town.

Pili, really!

I've rented a room from the Frenchwoman.

A very quiet place, and very cheap.

Yes, with Alfonso leaving, the rent is too high now...

...and no one will give me a two-month lease.

That's for sure.

I'll get the wine.

The wine, eh? Are you stupid or what?

Do you want everyone talking about us?

He leaves his apartment and goes to stay with the Frenchwoman.

It's very cheap.

No one would go to that house!

Don't you know the reputation she has?

That's gossip.

No, Julio, she was in jail before she came here...

...and she wrote to Carabanchel for years.

- I heard that in the Post Office. - You can tell by looking at her.

Really? I didn't notice.

Look, let's just drop it. You get some silly ideas.

You can go there later...

...and tell her you've changed your mind.

I can lend you money. Can't I, Mom?

Of course, dear.

Look.

I've rented a room and I'm staying there.

I'm sick of you having to pay for everything.

And I won't be ordered around like a child. Is that clear?

- It's because of the fish farm. - I guess.

Fuck, man.

The Frenchwoman.

The times I've jerked off thinking of her.

But I've never spoken to her.

My folks wouldn't let me.

But I could have a hard-on all day just thinking of her.

You're sick, man.

She could be our mother.

Look, kid, a woman like that could never be a mother.

The owner of this house was a real bastard.

He met her on his first trip to Madrid.

They were married two years, he died, left her all he had.

All his debts.

And everyone thought the worst.

That she'd poisoned him, all sorts of things.

Shut up, she'll hear you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- We've brought my stuff. - Come in.

As you see, it gets a lot of sun in the daytime.

One of them's blown.

It always happens. May I?

Old wardrobes.

Will you help me?

Sure, but don't bother, I'll do it.

- It's no bother. - All right.

There! That's it.

It still works.

Come down, I'll look at it later.

Very well.

Will I help you unpack?

No, thanks. It isn't necessary.

I'm very fussy about my things.

I'd rather you didn't touch them.

And I'll clean the room, if you don't mind.

No, not at all.

I'm not surprised you're getting married.

I'll leave you.

I guess I knocked the bulb earlier.

I cleaned so thoroughly.

She's lovely.

What's up with you?

Well, I'm off to Madrid tomorrow.

You've been like a pimple on my ass all my life...

...but I'll miss you.

- What will you do here? - I wanted to talk about that.

Your brother is in the bar business.

How much would it cost us to open one, a nice one?

A fortune.

Have you and Concha got a scam with the lottery, or what?

No, but I've been thinking something over.

I may find the money.

He has been identified as Alvaro S nchez Mora...

...a San Sebastian jeweler.

Sources close to the investigation...

...say his death was not an accident.

He was murdered and his body later thrown into the sea.

That's what I said.

That was no fucking accident.

I bet the guy who did it was around here. He's a cool one.

His family and partners are unable to explain the incident.

Belen Esnal, from Motriko.

- What did they want? - Nothing.

They like annoying people.

It's because of that damn crime.

It happened near here, so they wanted to know...

...if I'd seen anyone, heard anything...

...or rented a room to anyone recently.

Don't worry.

I said you took the room the day before the crime.

Why did you tell them that I took the room the day before?

I like lying to the police.

You think that's wrong?

Don't look so serious.

Your good name precedes you.

- Who would suspect you? - Suspect me of what?

Of the jewelry crime.

The town is real worked up about it.

Right now, they'll be betting on possible suspects.

And I'll be number one.

But why did you say they'd suspect me?

I was joking.

May I?

Where did you get those jewels?

Aren't you getting a bit personal?

I'm not the thief they're after, you know that.

And now, I'm going to have a bath.

Have some coffee if you want. Good night.

Some are missing.

Carabanchel, June '85.

Dear Marie, I won't even ask you to forgive me...

...for clearing out with everything.

It was a lousy thing to do. I even thought so at the time...

...but I couldn't help it.

I did it for Clara and the money.

And look at me now.

I've got neither of them. It's no more than I deserve.

But now I need someone to help me...

...and I can only think of you.

When I heard you were married, I started to cry.

I may have been the worst thing for you...

...but you were the best for me.

I'm saying it now like I said it then.

I love you.

Ricardo.

Like I said, you're taking too many liberties.

Where were you snooping?

Among my panties?

Or among my jewels?

- Since when have you known? - Almost from the start.

In the important things, you acted like a professional.

But you're still a bit raw about details.

It's your age.

- I didn't kill him. - Of course not.

You found the jewels.

Come on, don't look like that.

I couldn't inform on my only customer.

The man's dead and gone.

And the jewels are insured.

I much prefer men who take a risk to insurance companies.

I'm not a murderer.

I've got the jewels, but I'm not a murderer.

As you wish.

Give me the ones you took.

These?

They were mine before you were born.

Or almost.

But if you mean these...

They're your gift for my silence.

Give them to me.

You shouldn't scare widows.

I see you're real macho.

Now, get off me, please.

I thought you didn't serve breakfast.

Goddam youth. What a capacity...

And?

I'm hungry.

I want...

...to eat.

What will you do with the jewels?

I don't know.

Wait for a while, I guess.

I know someone in Madrid...

...who could help. Someone trustworthy.

Who? That creep in the photo?

His name's Ricardo.

- Yeah. - Did you read the letter?

Very quickly.

- Was he your boyfriend? - One of them.

The biggest bastard.

And the most trustworthy.

Because he can't be trusted.

But he can shift jewels.

And, believe me, that's the hardest part of this business.

I can take a few pieces to Madrid...

...and see what he can do.

But if you've got any other ideas...

You decide.

What are you doing?

No, don't.

I don't like being sucked off.

What do you know about what you like?

Excuse me.

Yes?

I'm looking for Julio Mu�oz. Is he in his room?

No, I think he's gone out for a walk.

Do you want me to give him a message when he comes back?

Will he be long?

I don't really know.

Wait.

I'm sorry, did you need something?

No. Well, I wanted to see Julio...

...but I can call him another day.

All right.

Thank you.

Good-bye.

Pili!

Hello.

- Anything wrong? - No, nothing important.

It's Concha. She doesn't know I'm here.

But you haven't phoned since you had the row...

...and she feels awful.

It was no big deal.

It was for her.

She looks like a lost soul.

She admitted she might have gone too far...

...and that's she's been giving you a hard time.

One word from you and she'll melt.

I know my sister's bossy, and selfish and very proud.

But she loves you.

We all love you, Julio.

I'm asking you as a favor for me.

Apologize.

Let her get her way this time.

It won't happen again.

I would never hurt you.

You could never hurt anyone.

By the way, I'm going to Madrid for a few days to see Alfonso.

- Do you mind? - No, of course not.

But no chasing skirts.

Not a single one.

That's it.

Great.

We'll take it in just a little bit more.

Let me see.

And you mustn't put on any weight.

I'll keep an eye on her.

That reminds me.

Guess who spent a fortune on clothes yesterday.

Apart from me?

The Fenchwoman.

Shoes, skirts, blouses.

Even lingerie.

The poor thing must think she's Sharon Stone.

Yes, it's a bit silly.

But as we all said, where does she get the money?

Her husband left her nothing but debts.

- She didn't win the lottery? - No.

The police questioned her about the jewelry crime.

The body was dumped near her house.

What a coincidence.

She's been in jail.

And it was odd how her husband died so suddenly.

I'm not saying a word.

But I wouldn't be surprised if she stole the jewels.

Neither would I.

I've never liked her.

I wonder where she went today.

She's gone away?

She had a suitcase and she took a taxi.

I don't know to where.

But she didn't want anyone to know where she was going.

Otherwise, she'd have taken the bus, like everybody else.

Where's the veil?

It must be here somewhere.

Spending money gives me a real high.

Yeah, when it's mine.

- Stop that, it's hot. - Hot?

Then we'll have some air conditioning.

What's 20,000 pesetas compared to what we'll make?

I should have come on my own.

Everyone will be wondering where we've both gone to.

And I prefer to deal with Ricardo my way.

But I don't.

Well, here we are together.

Like the typical mother and son, sharing a bed.

Why were you in jail?

For cradle snatching.

Why don't you just ask what you really want to know?

I'll tell you.

Ricardo and I...

...ripped off people with money.

And we were a couple.

But not anymore.

It's been 15 years now.

But you wrote to him.

Yes, son, when he was in jail.

But I never saw him again. And I didn't want to.

Until today.

When he can be useful to us. Happy?

Yeah. But don't call me son.

Then don't behave like a child.

I don't want to be a mother.

I like men, you know what I mean?

Men with balls.

If I liked kind and considerate men...

...l'd have got on better, but they bore me.

So if we're going to start being jealous and stupid...

...we'll finish and you can go back to your little homemaker.

I'm not the one who's jealous.

No, not my hair!

What do you know about where your hair is?

Is it here?

- What are you doing? - No hair here.

We haven't got time.

We have an appointment.

None here either.

You're such a child!

You French are so up-tight. Come on, give me a kiss.

What a beauty!

- You look lovely. - Why the pigtail?

I have to keep up with the kids today.

This is Julio.

Fuck, kid, what a move.

At your age, I was stealing tobacco. But look at you.

- Shall we sit down? - Sure.

What can I get you?

I'll have a beer.

I'll have vodka, with lots of ice.

Same for me.

Thank you.

Seeing you reminds me of my best years.

Can you sell the jewels?

Take it easy, kid.

You can't rush business.

Marie told me that you've got a load of stones to shift.

I can lend a hand there.

I mean, we must help youngsters who are starting.

But first of all, there are a few things I'd like to know.

So as I know what I'm getting into.

Look...

It's Julio, right?

Look, Julio.

I could handle those jewels with my eyes closed.

But, fuck it, murder is a different thing altogether.

Did you kill the jeweler?

What does it matter?

It would make me an accomplice to a murder!

And that idea doesn't turn me on.

Tell me everything...

...or Uncle Ricardo's out of here right now.

Did you kill him or not?

No. He was dead when I found him.

I took the jewels and dumped the car.

But no one saw me.

That wasn't your story.

So what?

We've got the jewels.

So what, you say?

First, there's another guy after the jewels.

The real killer.

And who knows what the police have?

And there's a golden rule in this business.

Don't work with messers, they mess you up.

But if the police knew something...

He's saying that so we'll drop our price.

If you aren't interested, good-bye.

Why the fuck do all assholes think they're so smart?

Listen, kid. Stick the jewels up your ass.

It's all you'll be able to do with them.

It was great to see you.

You're as gorgeous as ever.

And as stupid!

Wait!

We don't need that clown.

I'm fed up.

It's all so expensive.

I called Alfonso's pub in Madrid.

- He knows nothing about Julio. - So what?

Two and two make four. You heard the girl in the shop.

They've gone off together.

Look, Julio isn't like that. I know him, he isn't like that.

Julio isn't.

But she is.

You must do something.

It's my business.

And mine.

And Dad's and Mom's.

The wedding is in two months.

Don't you care about what's going on?

For God's sake, we'll be the talk of the town.

He'll get tired of her.

And if he doesn't?

All right.

What should I do?

If I were you...

...that witch wouldn't take Julio from me.

What a joke!

I come here to get rich, and I just waste my money.

- We could try someone else. - Like who? Tell me.

- We'd have to think about it. - I have thought about it.

When we get back, you take your jewels...

...and do whatever you want. Get married, shoot yourself...

...but leave me out of it.

You want me to go?

It was nice to fuck like I was 20 again.

But I'm 40.

What am I doing with you? You're far too young.

I can do without that sort of scene.

My future didn't seem so bad until you appeared.

In a week, you'll have forgotten me.

The best of your life is yet to come.

Mine, on the other hand, is already behind me.

I'll do anything to be with you.

Whatever you want.

But...

...we need money for that.

A lot of money.

We'll sell the jewels to Ricardo.

For whatever price. I don't care.

Then let me deal with him.

I'll persuade him.

You'd better go back to town, as we'd planned.

I'll go afterwards.

Darling.

You make me very happy.

Just show him this. I don't trust him.

Leave Ricardo to me.

Don't worry.

Hello.

Hello, darling.

- How was Madrid? - Fine.

Alfonso loves it.

He was right to go.

He has plans for something he and I could do there.

And here?

The same as ever, nothing happened.

For you.

I love it!

- It's the most typical thing. - From ''La Pajarita''.

That's nice.

I thought you wouldn't buy me anything. Thank you.

- Yes? - May I have a lottery form?

Julio.

Some of us are meeting for a drink tonight.

Will you come, or are you tired?

No, no. I'll go along.

Here.

I'll return the coffee cups.

- I have to go too. - Will you pick me up?

Yes.

Caught you!

You can't fool me.

Come on.

It's beautiful! The nicest thing I've ever seen.

What a gift! And she nearly saw it!

- No, it's... - Julio.

I love it.

Where did you buy it?

- In Madrid? - Yes, in a jeweler's.

I can't believe it. We were so mistaken.

You're a darling.

It must have cost a lot of money.

No, it didn't.

You're mad. Unemployed, broke, and you spend a fortune.

But there's a problem.

What?

You have to adjust it.

Concha and I have the same finger size.

The only thing we have the same.

- We can go to a jeweler here... - I'd rather take it to Madrid.

They'll do it better.

Which jeweler's is it?

You'll have the box.

No, I don't.

The thing is, I dropped it, so I threw it away.

You don't have the box?

I'll sort it out.

Julio.

I'm not your fianc,e. You don't have to lie to me.

- Where did you get this ring? - Where do you think?

You can't afford a ring half this price.

No. Well...

It's all very silly.

I didn't buy the ring in a jeweler's.

I wanted a nice gift for Concha.

You know we haven't been getting on recently.

Well, I mentioned it to Marie, the Frenchwoman.

She wanted to sell some jewels her husband had given her.

And as she didn't want to sell them as a bulk lot...

...she gave me a special price and...

A special price?

Why didn't you say so at the start?

You don't like her.

We did each other a favor.

You're good, and you think everyone's like you.

Check if the ring is false.

Fuck, Pili.

That woman will only bring you trouble.

So this was your important business.

I'm not surprised you couldn't talk about it.

I was expecting you.

Forgive me for being difficult yesterday.

I did it so the kid would get annoyed, and you'd come alone.

Don't get your hopes up.

I'm here because I know of no one else...

...who can shift the jewels.

You could always try Rafita.

If you want, I'll give you his number.

He'd love to see you again.

We can't fool each other, Marie.

There are people who come and go...

...and others who stay deep inside you...

...and will always be there over the years.

You and I are like that.

I've got another man.

One with hair.

''Man'' is saying a lot, isn't it?

Don't act fucking French on me.

I'd bet my balls that when you saw the jewels...

...your first thought was of that bastard Ricardo.

Tell me no later, when I'm fucking you.

Think what you want.

Can you shift the jewels, yes or no?

Of course I can.

I've even spoken to the fence.

There's one thing. As they're still hot...

...it'll be less money than we'd planned on.

So I thought it would be better to split it in two, not three.

What do you mean?

Come on, you thought of it before I did.

I mean the fucking kid. I don't share with yokels.

- It's against my religion. - The jewels are his.

Fucking hell, sweetheart.

You've obviously lost your memory over all these years.

Don't you remember what we did...

...when we were a team?

This is the same!

Forget it, I won't do it.

Is the kid going to tell the cops?

I won't do the dirty on him.

You'll be doing him a fucking favor.

Idiots like him don't know what to do with money.

I won't hurt him, I promise.

I bet that still gives you goosebumps.

Yeah? Now tell me that you love him.

There's no one in Room 401, sir.

Do you wish to leave a message?

No, thank you.

Julio, I'm always asking you this.

But this time, answer me seriously.

Do you love me?

You don't have to answer me right now.

I wish I could say yes...

...or no.

I don't know.

What must I do for you to love me again?

Don't cry, Concha.

I don't know what's wrong.

Concha was always happy.

Why are you doing this to her?

- I was thinking about the ring. - Fuck it, Pili.

Fuck it, Pili, no. I'm serious.

That woman's husband never had the money for a ring like that.

- It isn't hers. - She gave it to me.

Where did she get it?

Will I tell you where she got it?

Remember the day they found that body?

- What do you mean? - I was out fishing in the boat.

Coming back, I passed the cliff where the car was dumped.

I saw someone climbing there. I was surprised...

...for it's very steep. I looked closely...

...and saw they were carrying a case, a jeweler's case.

Guess who it was.

The Frenchwoman.

- What are you talking about? - She stole those jewels!

Why else would there be a woman up there with a case?

That same day, the body appeared by her house.

She's been in jail.

She's capable of killing, stealing, anything.

You're making it up.

I'm not, but that's what you'd like, isn't it?

But I'm not making it up.

- Why didn't you tell the police? - Because...

...I wasn't sure until I saw your ring.

But I saw her, I did, and I'm going to tell the police...

...the judge and everyone else.

She can tell them where she got that ring.

All right, so you saw her.

Did you tell anyone?

You don't believe me.

I do believe you, really, I do.

Have you told anyone?

No, not yet.

Good. Accusing someone without proof can get you in deep shit.

I don't care, because I'm sure that it was her.

She's getting you into a mess giving you a stolen ring.

By sleeping with her, you're becoming her accomplice.

- Leave that house tomorrow. - All right.

But don't say a word about this to anyone yet.

Not even to Concha.

- I'll see what we can do. - But you'll leave that house?

Concha...

Not now, Concha.

Fuck, not now!

Stop it!

There's only one solution.

Have the jewels appear.

If they're found, we can't be accused of anything.

Why should we? Because some clown made up a lie?

All right, it's a lie, but it's close to the truth.

If she goes to the police, we're finished.

We won't be able to sell the jewels, or go away.

Nothing.

Why the fuck did she make up that story?

It's obvious!

Even if she can't have you, someone in the family will.

Christ, the girls in this town!

Lt'll be best if I leave them on the cliff.

Best for who?

- I don't want to go to jail. - Neither do I.

But it can't be worse

When this is over, we can go away.

Don't give me all that shit, please.

We've got the jewels, we've got a buyer...

...we could have everything.

Are we going to lose it because of her?

Julio, please.

If you really love me, don't do this to me.

What can I do?

Shit!

If we're leaving, let's go soon.

Why?

So that the police catch us after a few days?

Your sister-in-law...

...won't let us get away so easily.

There's only one thing we can do with her.

You don't mean...

I can't.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

In that case...

...l'll do it.

You'd do that for me?

For you.

And for me.

I'd kill for that.

Look at it.

This is vounteering too.

I don't want that fool to take it all from us.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

Is Concha here?

She isn't well.

She's throwing up.

Is anything wrong?

No.

Not yet.

Pili...

I'm in real big trouble.

I don't want Concha involved.

That's why I'm delaying the wedding.

It's the Frenchwoman.

I've been an idiot.

I don't even know why I got involved.

Look.

The walls of her house are very thin. You can hear through them.

This morning, I heard her talking on the phone.

You were right.

She's got the jewels.

You see?

Are you going to tell the police?

I wish I could.

When I went to Madrid, she came with me.

I thought it would just be a fling.

But she contacted a fence there.

If I report her, she's capable of saying I was her accomplice.

But you haven't done anything.

No, but you know how these things are.

I don't want to get involved.

There's only one thing that I can do.

Find the jewels and return them.

You know where they are?

On the cliff, where the car fell.

- Won't it be dangerous? - No.

But I need a boat to get there.

- I'd thought of yours, and... - And?

I need someone to come with me.

Me?

But you mustn't tell anybody.

What are you thinking?

I'm wondering what to wear tomorrow.

What do you wear to kill someone?

It's crazy.

Everyone always says I'm such a good person.

And look at me. A thief...

...a killler...

...and I'm not even 30.

Are you sure about what you're going to do?

If you're not...

...forget it.

- Are you backing out? - No, I'm not.

Why do you say that?

I'm going to kill for you.

It's the most one can do.

Pili...

...this is Julio. Have you told anyone?

No, I haven't told anyone.

- You know the rock beach? - Yes, I know it.

Where the two caves are.

It's so exciting.

- Well, we'll meet there. - Yes, I'll be waiting for you.

All right, good-bye.

See you tomorrow.

Who was it?

- A guy. - Who?

Pili!

Concha, I have to tell you something.

Don't ask me how I know, but I do.

It's about Julio.

He loves you.

As always.

- Did he tell you? - I can't tell you now.

But in two months there'll be a wedding.

Don't leave me like this.

Just put up with it.

Look at her!

Are you taking a look at what we catch?

You look real pretty today!

- Did anyone see you? - Yes.

But they think I'm going fishing.

Imagine if we find the jewels!

It's the most exciting thing I've ever done.

I'm thrilled you thought of me and not Concha.

Why me?

You're more determined.

Where can they be?

In one of these holes.

- How did they end up here? - I don't know. Try down there.

This seems like a real odd place to me.

Wouldn't the tide come in here?

There's nothing here.

Nor here.

Were you going to kill me?

You and the Frenchwoman?

Then go ahead and kill me! Kill me!

Because I'm going to tell everything!

I'm going to tell everything!

Kill me, do you hear?

Kill me, because I'm going to tell everything!

Shut the fuck up!

Come on, let's go.

Come on, Pili.

Fuck it, come on.

Pili.

Pili!

Come on, Pili.

Hello, Julio. Come in.

Concha's coming now.

Hello, Concha.

I want to say I've changed boardinghouses and...

Yes, I know. You needn't say anything else.

- How do you know? - A little bird told me.

- Not another word. - Hello, Julio.

Where's your sister?

- She should be here. - I think she went fishing.

You'll see her later.

- Who? - Poor Pili.

She straightened her hair and it looks terrible.

- A guy rang her yesterday. - What guy?

A secret.

But he must be blind as a bat.

Don't talk like that.

It isn't her fault.

I was only joking. Really, at times, you're just too nice.

Come on, eat up, you're just skin and bone.

And I want a really handsome guy beside me at the wedding.

After lunch, we have to talk about arrangements.

Julio!

It's delicious.

Dear Julio...

...you won't understand now, but forget about me...

...and the jewels.

Do as I say and don't hate me too much.

Marry Concha and try to be happy. You deserve it.

You'd never be happy with me.

I'll never forget you.

Don't follow me. Don't try to look for me.

Marie.

In my street, there's a gloomy bar.

The walls are damp,

but I know that some day

my luck will change.

You took so long!

- I thought something was wrong. - Let's move.

Julio could run the office, with Pili.

And I'd look after the house.

We've got plans for the future too, haven't we, love?

- Where's Pili? - That's what I want to know.

Let's go inside.

She should be back by now. Something must have happened.

Love.

I've told her I don't like her going in the boat on her own.

What if something's happened to her?

I don't know what to do.

- Why don't we eat? - She won't be long.

That'll be her. I bet she isn't coming for lunch.

Love... Love...

Don't you think I'm right?

Anything could happen out there.

Yes, that's right.

And no one to help her.

She should sunbathe on land, like everyone.

What?

She shouldn't worry so much about those marks of hers.

Everyone knows her by now. No one will be shocked.

But you can't even mention them to her.

Pili's had an accident in the boat.

- Oh, my God! - She's in Donosti hospital.

That's all they said, but it isn't serious.

What?

Pili, can you hear me? Can you hear me? It's Mom.

Are you her parents?

Well, you needn't worry. Your daughter isn't in danger.

She has a severe trauma but she'll recover.

- What happened? - We don't know.

- Was she alone in the boat? - Yes.

She may have slipped, or had a dizzy spell.

Come with me and I'll explain.

She hit the back of her head and fell in the water.

She was half conscious, clinging to a rock...

...and some fishermen saw her. They called the Coast Guards...

Are you all right?

You're the only person I've ever loved.

Since I was a kid.

And you...

...wanted to kill me.

Forgive me, Pili.

Never.

If you're going to tell the police, do it now.

You're going to marry Concha.

And make her happy.

I hope you aren't. But you're going to make her happy...

...or I tell everything.

What do I do with the jewels?

The Frenchwoman will pay for both of you.

I want her to take all the blame and go to jail.

I can't do that.

It's impossible.

I don't care.

I want her to pay for what you did to me.

You have until tomorrow.

Or I'll tell everything.

Are these the jewels?

Well, fucking help me!

Answer it.

What if it's Julio?

You don't want him to get suspicious.

Fucking answer it!

- Hello? - It's me. I'm at the hospital.

- She's alive. - What?

They found her alive.

She remembers it all.

Have you seen her?

Just now.

What did she say?

Nothing yet. She's under sedation.

But she'll tell everything.

What can we do?

I don't know.

- I just don't know. - Who are you talking to?

The Coast Guards.

Nothing special.

Will you take me home?

This was really good timing.

I just want to put my bag inside.

It's full of dirty clothes.

You can carry it with you.

I wanted to talk to you.

About the Frenchwoman.

I want to ask one question, and it'll be the last one.

Is it over?

I told you I'd moved out.

Well...

Tell your parents I want to get married, and tell Pili.

Come on, it's getting late.

I'll call tomorrow to see how she is.

How can you be so fucking stupid?

The best scam of my life, with no work, no risk.

And you go and knock off a halfwit!

And do it fucking badly!

She knew everything, she was going to tell the police, and...

What?

I didn't want them to catch us.

Are you having me on?

You know what fucks me most of all?

I can't smash your face, it would implicate me with you.

Because I'm getting out of here. Fuck all this.

I'm splitting.

Ricardo, please,

I can't stay here.

Take me to Madrid.

It was going great. But you had to fuck it all up.

We'd have made a fortune.

But you French can't do anything right.

You can't even kill a halfwit!

Leave the jewels here. It was Julio stole them.

You're clean, but please, let's get out of here.

You and me?

Go fuck yourself!

Ricardo, don't hurt me any more, please.

Look, here are the jewels.

Take them and the kid...

...and the half-wit, and shove them, I'm getting out of here!

Please, let me go with you! I can't stay here!

Don't push me too far!

I wouldn't have gone near you if it hadn't been for the jewels!

But believe me...

...l'm going to get something out of this.

22,000 pesetas?

Where the fuck were you going to go with 22,000 pesetas?

Where's the rest?

On the card.

Fucking plastic! Look, I...

I don't want to go back to jail but I'm going to kill you!

Please, don't leave me here.

Don't fucking touch me! Don't touch me!

Is that what you wanted? Yeah?

Here's more of the same!

You don't even know when to shut up.

Look, a single phone call...

...one fucking letter, and this'll be nothing in comparison.

You're no use for anything.

The only thing you had was your ass.

Even that's gone!

Hang on, kid. We're in the same fucking shit.

No, Julio!

Please, it isn't worth it.

Take it easy.

You don't mess with me.

You'd planned it well.

Let me see.

Have you nothing to say?

Some things are as they are, not as you want them to be.

What will you do?

If I marry Concha...

...Pili won't tell.

But she wants me to turn you in.

So in the end they get you and me.

Well.

We get what we deserve.

You need a doctor.

I'm dying.

I wasn't expecting you.

But I've thought a lot about you.

I thought I'd go crazy with hate.

Day and night, thinking of one thing.

Julio wanted to kill me.

That's why I'm here.

I need to know whose idea it was.

You want the truth?

Yes.

All right.

Yes.

It was all my fault.

I gave him the idea.

It's been two years.

I accepted all the guilt. Why don't you forget him?

Hate and love never forget.

They only sleep.

Concha's getting married in 6 months.

God bless the people who always survive.

Did you love him?

I can't remember now.

No.

I suppose not.

I've almost forgotten his face.

And so has your sister.

But I haven't.

And I'd like you...

...to tell me about him. By letter, if you want.

What he was like.

How he caressed you.

What he said to you.

How he made love.

The things he never said to me, or did to me.

I can pay you.

Thanks for the cigarettes.

I'd noticed him when he was a boy.

Fin [rarelust]