All language subtitles for Tuya Siempre • Always Yours [2007]_EN

After all the pictures I'd taken,
I thought I had seen it all.

This was the first time I
photographed someone I met alive.

46 years old, married...

There was Manuel Gay,

his head shattered, and our
hopes continuing to be dreams.

Okay, are you finished?

That was the beginning
of the end.

The world we wanted to get
away from devoured us.

But what most surprised me
was I didn't regret his death.

ALWAYS YOU RS

Stop it!

Stop, you'll kill him!

You'll kill him!

Are you okay?

Lola!
Are you okay?

-Say something!
-This is the last time!

I said I'm sorry.
You think I like this?

Lola, you want to see
what he had on him?

We'll buy a new motorcycle,
or whatever...

God damn it!

Get in there!

Freeze, police!

According to Alfredo,
we met that day.

But I don't remember.
I had seen too many like him.

You got a smoke?

Will we be here long?

That depends.
What are you in for?

A guy wanted me to
repeat a song.

-What song?
-Who cares?

You're a musician?

-What music do you play?
-Everything, as long as they pay.

-Do you smoke?
-Yes.

Is something wrong
with your eyesight?

I'm losing it.
They say I'll go blind.

-Fuck, no.
-I see in a lot of light.

But if it's dark, bad news.

Moro, come here.

Come on, Moro, stop that.

Get out of here, Moro.

Hi, darling.

-What's the matter?
-Nothing.

-What have they done to you?
-It's okay, Lola, it's okay.

-What happened?
-This time they hardly touched me.

I'm here.

Yesterday I went to the police
to see if they'd let you go.

They said you'd go before the judge.

I didn't know what to do.

Bastards!
He didn't even report me.

But those bastards
held me for 72 hours.

Now they know who
I am and where I live.

We'll have to find another place.

I want to leave too.

I missed you a lot.

-How much?
-Totally.

I may have a job.

Where?

A guy that was in there

told me there's a dive
on Plaza Real.

Maybe I can work as a waiter.

Just for a while, until
something better comes up.

And when will that be?

Soon.

Duran, the guy I told
you about, is here.

He's a good friend,
and needs a job.

-Who's the girl?
-His girlfriend, I think.

-I'd rather have her.
-Fuck, I told him the job was his.

Her.

I heard you were here.

How'd it go?

Celebrations and weddings are over.

-This is Alfredo. Cesar.
-I know you.

I'm sure we've met before.

He was at the police station.

An undercover cop on the side?

No, he takes pictures of corpses.

You were at the station?

You're lucky. You're alive.

If not, I'd take your picture.
I photograph dead people.

-What kind of corpses?
-Any.

Drowned, suicides, murders.

He works for the cops.

-I take the pictures and leave.
-What balls!

It's a sewer.

There's nothing more to see.

-Cesar is a poet of ugliness.
-Sure, man.

You artists

explain a dish of shit
like it were gold. Fuck!

Guys, Duran says you either
drink something,

or get out.

What a pain!

You leaving, or what?

Yes, I have to go.

-It's very early.
-I know.

Where'd you go last night?
I didn't see you leave.

That riffraff bored me and I
came home. Stay a little longer.

-I can't. I have to go.
-Where?

-On an errand.
-There's no smokes?

I don't know.

Why must you run
errands for anyone?

Because I have a job.

And to keep it,
I must do as I am told.

What do I do meanwhile?

-Find something.
-What?

Ajob.

Ajob?

You know what we should
really do, Lola?

Clear off to Ibiza or Morocco
and open a bar.

How long have we
been talking about this?

A bar for us to live on.

You just got out. You're lucky
you didn't go to prison.

This time it'll be different,
better, I swear.

-Sugar.
-What?

-Sugar.
-Sugar?

Yes, sugar, and fast. Fast!

Sugar.

Open.
Come on.

What are you doing here?
Did I bring you?

No.

-Where have I seen you before?
-At the club.

I work there.

Are you feeling better?

What happened to you?

My sugar dropped.

That's insulin.

Does this happen very often?

At times.

-Who gave you the key?
-Duran, the owner.

I don't like anyone having my key.
Leave it on your way out.

-Had I not, I couldn't help you.
-That's my problem.

Does it work?

Does it work?

It isn't tune in a while, why?
Do you play?

I learned as a child,
but gave it up.

Why?

Because I stopped being a child.

I started playing with a band,
in my hometown.

A filthy place.

Had I not left,
I'd be the town madman.

A lost town.

All you could do there was
to work at a flour factory.

My skill with the piano and my
hands let me get out of there.

You know all towns
have a madman?

That would have been me.

If you can't clear off with your body,
you do it with your mind.

Luckily, I got away from
my destiny physically.

Now the town madman
is a friend of mine.

Seriously.

Thank God.

Hey, girl!

What are you looking at?

You're jail-bait.
Are you an informer?

-I'm with Lola.
-With Lola?

Ask Duran.

What's it all about?

Your business, I mean.

Buy and sell, like life itself.

Some buy, I sell. They pay,
I give them what they need.

As simple as that.

Are members allowed in?

If you're not afraid of jail.

-Whose car is it?
-A guy's at the club.

-His name?
-Manuel Gay.

-A nice guy. You don't know him.
-No.

-Everyone owes him favours.
-What do I have to do, exactly?

-Pick a car up at the port.
-Why doesn't he do it?

Well, yes or no?

-Did you have any problem?
-No, none.

-And at the gate?
-It was wide open.

Sure.

Being poor must be worse than
dying slowly, don't you think?

-Do you like it?
-Of course.

You look like you've
been poor all your life.

Don't worry, that goes away
in time.

In time, and having an
opportunity as well.

An opportunity?

From who?

You don't get opportunities,
you find them. Things are there.

You have to break the glass and
stick a hand in, even if it cuts.

I rather apologize than
ask permission.

Saint Teresa said that.
You know who she is?

-No.
-She was a saint.

Adela.

-What do you think?
-About what?

The car.

It has four wheels.

-Say hi to Alfredo, he brought it.
-Hi, Alfredo.

Do you think I've always
had all this?

No, so pay attention.

Get in.

Frank talked to me about you.

Nen met you at the station.

Yeah.

What were you doing
on the Aguas road?

I always find things out.

These are cars, and not
the shit they sell here!

Now, if you'll excuse me,
my masseuse is waiting.

Listen, I could do
other things for you.

There's a hose around the corner.

Water it down and dry it off.

And talk to Duran, at the club.

Tell him I sent you. I'm sure
he'll have something for you.

-What have we got?
-The girls you like.

-What are they like?
-What do you mean?

-They look like they go down.
-You think so?

-I'm sure.
-Are you coming?

No, I pass. But you can go.

Cesar, you'll never make it.

I'm sure you'll get far.

Open it.

-What is it?
-Open it and you'll see.

-You got it?
-What do you think?

Fuck!

-What a fuckin' beauty!
-To make your corpses look nice.

-You got this at the port?
-The port? I bought it.

This is no trinket,
and I can't pay you.

-I don't give my friends trinkets.
-I know but,

-it's too much.
-Okay.

Do you want this relic?

Wait, he's joking.
What are you doing?

-You don't want it...
-Thanks, really.

Order me a drink.

Don't you ever knock
before entering?

I'm sorry. I thought
there was no one here.

Listen.

Do you hear it?

They had told me,
but I didn't believe it.

On stage I hear the guitars
and the clapping,

and some nights I feel like
going up and enjoying myself.

Do you want to go up?

-No, I'm working.
-It's the same owner's, it's okay.

Girl!

Here, you'll get over
whatever it is.

It's gin!

Go on, drink.

Better?

Much better.

-I didn't know.
-No, we're through.

You didn't even call me.

You look beautiful.

But g rown-up.

-I am grown-up.
-You've changed a lot.

It's been many years.

I often wondered what
had become of you.

Since when are you working here?

A few days.

Then I'll be seeing you.

What a shame.

I liked this place and

I think I'd have ended
up fitting in.

But, obviously, I'm out of luck.

That's over, really.

Although it's hard
for me to accept.

Listen, are you alone?

Good, this way I know
someone is taking care of you.

I liked your hair loose.

Is everything okay?

Aren't you going to do anything?

What can I do?

This is a very formative episode
in the life of a musician.

Friends, what a night!

And I wanted to miss it.

Freddy, that girl at
the bar and you...?

Yes.

-How long?
-4 years.

4 years?
How's it going?

She's the one from
the Aguas road?

I told you I find everything out.

Lola, right?

-Lola, yes.
-She must love you a lot.

Why?

Shit, for everything she's
done for you.

For me?

Don't you think that anyone
who has done what she's done

loves you above all?

I don't think anyone
would do so much for me.

Would you do something
like that for someone?

Answer me.

I don't know.

You're very sincere, for a pimp.

I think it was around here.

Moro, is he back?

Hi. Where were you?

-What happened to you?
-It's just a cut.

-Shouldn't you see a doctor?
-No doctors. You can dress it.

I'd go to war just to have
you dress my wounds.

It's okay.

-What's that?
-Don't worry, I earned it.

-How'd you earned it?
-Working.

-Working with who?
-With Manuel Gay.

You've got a job and don't
have to work for him.

I've earned more in one morning
than a week as a doorman.

I don't care! You've got a job
and should hang out with him.

What's wrong with that guy?

Nothing, Ijust don't like him.

-Neither do I.
-Then why hang out with him?

Because he knows, Lola.

-What does he know?
-Everything. He knows everything.

You've seen how he gets
whatever the fuck he wants.

I want to know too.

Listen,

you don't want to spend the rest
of your life with a jerk, do you?

She wanted us to give you this.

You could have let me
know when she got sick.

What, for her to get worse?

-I'd like to have seen her.
-You should have thought before.

Had you stayed,
you'd have seen her.

You'd have liked me to stay

so everything could be the same.

-We couldn't find you.
-Marisa knows where to find me.

Well, will you take it, or not?

-You lived here?
-Yes.

My dad got a job with
the shipping agent.

How come you know him?

From another lifetime.

Let's make a deal.

The biggest mistakes of my life
began with those words.

I've finished what Duran wanted.

Your house is clean.

But I can continue
cleaning it, if you want.

That's not bad,
it doesn't clean itself.

-But not for free.
-How much do you want?

I want to learn how
to play the piano.

What for?

Ijust want to learn a bit.

Once, when I was broke,

I was asked to give an
impresario's son classes.

They paid well and
I had nothing else.

What an impressive house!

I lasted a week.

Why?

They fired me when I crushed
the kid's knuckles with the cover.

-Bad luck.
-No it wasn't. I did it on purpose.

I couldn't stand seeing those fat,
clumsy fingers on the Steinway.

I'm impatient, a lousy teacher.

-Careful, I'm getting dizzy.
-What are you doing there?

What about you?

Hi, Alfredo.

I wanted to see how

Manuel treats his wife.

Today I was ready for anything.

I wanted to see if he dared
talk to her like he talks to me,

tell her the same things
he tells me.

I was going to stay here,

in silence, and listen.

God!

And if I were brave enough,

who knows? Let her know
I exist too.

-Gloria, you'd better go.
-Do you do everything he says too?

Get out.

I see, you don't even wait
for him to say so.

Manuel Gay knew how
to be a fun guy.

He had contacts, and got us
out of trouble more than once.

Like the night he got us all out,

when the cops wanted
to make a drug raid.

We went to his house because
they had closed the club.

We were playing at the Jamboree
on a Tuesday or Wednesday.

When we finished,
the guy ran off.

I thought he'd go to the dressing
room. It was a short break.

He reappeared just as we were
going to begin, but nervous.

I said: "What's up? Your nervous."

He said: "No, I'm fine."

He starts to play like crazy

and the cops show up.

That bastard used that short break

to go rob a drugstore.

When we'd run out of morphine

he'd go to the hospital
yelling in Flemish:

"I'm dying! It's my kidney!"

I envy you all.

No family, home or ties...

Many people would drop
everything to have what you have.

And I don't mean the house only.

-But it's true, you have no ties.
-At times you wake up

-not knowing where you are.
-You look in the mirror and say:

"There you are. You never change.

You're breaking down

but you're more or less
the same as always."

It's a different bed,
a different landscape,

but that old fear, that old dream
is still there, and you don't know

whether to clear out or call
yourself a son of a bitch!

And you think:
"If I can leave

my bed, my home,
my love behind,

-why not that fear as well?
-You look at your watch,

get dressed, and all you know is
that you must play that evening.

-That's all.
-Is there anything else?

But you're still in time to drop
everything, grab an instrument...

I've already settled my life.

That's why Gloria
is going to stay here.

-Really?
-Tell us about it, Gloria.

It for Miche. I owe it to her.

And I'll help her get
her residence papers.

I'll help you find a place.

I work while these guys sleep.

-Let's take a picture, Cesar.
-You know I don't do social events

but, if anyone wants one...

Everyone on the other side.

Nen, take your finger off the lens!

Look at the birdie!

Does the light bother you?

Quite the contrary.

Are you really going to stay?

Because of him?

I don't know what you mean,
but I think I don't want to hear it.

Why are you smoking? You know
the smell it leaves? Put it out.

-You have to do me a favour.
-Now?

Yes. I'd like to be partying
all my life, too.

Take this money to this address,
on my behalf.

My wife goes shopping with
no money, and I get screwed.

Go, before they close.

Thanks for coming along.
I'll never forget this reckless act.

-He won't wake up.
-He will, he will.

We'll park the van in front
of his house

and one of his 2 wives
will come get him.

-He doesn't have 2 wives.
-He doesn't?

He has two hands, two feet,
why not two wives?

If he can cope with both of them...

If I'm butting in, you just tell
me and we'll still be friends.

We'll see.

Who is Manuel Gay?

That's an old story.

It can't be very, very old.

From when we got to Spain.

My father got a job in his company,
and I met him there.

And, well, he and I...

How old were you?

My mother never knew.

She didn't understand my leaving.

One day I couldn't take it any
longer and ran away to Menorca,

and I met Alfredo there.

Pass me the bottle, will you?

What are you laughing
so much about?

There's something I didn't tell you.

-What?
-I have no driving licence.

You see,

some mornings I get up not
knowing what city I'm in,

where my bed is,

or where the light switch is.

Come on.

You don't know how many
times I've played

for people to dance like this.

I think I'm losing my senses.

Sugar?

Sugar,

and leading a bad life.

Don't pin your hopes on me.

I had never danced so pleasantly.

Turn the light off on your way out.

Here's Manuel's key.

They were taken the other day.

-Who took them?
-Some journalist. You like them?

-You want the truth?
-Of course.

-They're vulgar, with no intention.
-I like them.

Do you think they say anything?

Because you're pretty,
but there's more to a picture.

It's a way of seeing, and needs
the photographer's intention.

If it's love, love. If contempt,
contempt. He had no feeling.

-How would you do it?
-I just shoot still life.

But I'd photograph you
just as you are.

Come on, Cesar.

No more. I'm a bit old for you.

Manuel dances with me.

-Can I light it?
-Sure, at the right time.

Mom, can I?

Yes?

That was Manuel.
He's free, and wants to see me.

-Do you mind?
-No.

Go on, Miche, light the candle.

Good news?

From a good friend,
an American trumpet player.

He's been away 3 years
for drug affairs.

You know. He just got out.

-He must be happy.
-He's written many times.

He told me that in his cell,
through a little window,

he could see a part of a beach
with a sort of little bar.

He said the first thing he'd
do when he got out

would be to have a beer there,

and feel the breeze,
heat and sun on his face.

And see his cell window
from there.

-Then it's good news.
-Here he says that

it was pouring rain when he got out,
and the bar was closed.

So, there was no beer and he
forgot to look at his window.

He doesn't know what to do
with all that time either.

I was told to give this to you.

Is it your birthday?

Is it?

Congratulations.

I g uess

these things say it all.

All, what?

No, nothing.

People should love each other,
stick together.

That, and other things.

Most songs are about love.

Love is a word everyone uses,
and gives it a different meaning.

I think you fall in love
with someone because

you hope they'll change your life.

Rig ht?

I don't know.

Yes, people fall in love but,

above all, with the hope of
having things change.

It's as if we need that hope
to be reconciled with ourselves

and keep on living.

People love each other,
and that's it.

-There's no need to think so hard.
-Then, you love him?

Yes, I love him.

And not only that.
I know he needs me.

He'd die without me.

We have plans.

What would you know?

It's easy to have nothing
to do with anything,

scorning the morning star.

But that is not living.

To live is feeling things.

To feel them until they burn.

Go have coffee.
I'll take care of this.

-AM you clay?
-Y-.

-Did they steal anything?
-I don't know yet.

-Go, I'll take care of this.
-No, I'll help you.

Lola, this is my fault
and I'll take care of it.

Moro!

Moro!

Moro!

-Lola.
-Don't!

What have I done?

You tell me!
What have you done?

-Lola, I swear...
-Don't swear, and go to hell!

-I swear it's just bad luck.
-Bad luck...

All this is bad luck?

How do I know?

You don't know who did this?

Some s.o.b. I should have blasted!

-Don't go on like this.
-How?

With him.

-With who?
-With Manuel.

He's no good for you!

Will you fuckin' tell me
what you know about Manuel?

-It's common knowledge.
-From your pianist friend?

-He's asking for it.
-Leave him out of this.

Just how far has he
gotten 'into' you?

You don't understand.

It's the first time
this happens to me.

He's given me a chance,
he trusts and respects me.

He doesn't say so,
but he respects me

because I'm no ass-Iicker!

Look at me when I'm talking...

Look at me!

You have to look at me
and smile.

If not, I'll die.

I'll die!

Please look at me and smile.

What if we leave?

Where to?

On a trip,

like we've always wanted.

Now?

Throw that joint out. Provoking
like that could get us into trouble.

-Don't worry, it's okay.
-Throw it the fuck out!

-The smell bothers me.
-Sorry, it's my car.

You see?

That's what wastes you.

All that tension.

-What the fuck do you know?
-You think you're doing wrong.

Do you think all those
people are nervous?

No, because they don't think
their doing anything wrong.

And I do?

Look, here we get Italian ties,

radios, watches or whatever.

Everyone keeps something.

The stevedore, the watchmen.

Do they think they're stealing?

Well, we do the same thing.

-"We"?
-P rec isely, Alfred ito.

-Are we doing anything bad?
-No way.

-He says I'm provocative.
-Because you are, man.

Being a musician,
why do you do this shit?

-See you.
-See you.

First, for the money.

I have 2 wives to support.

And second, for aesthetics.

If not, I'd end up being like you,
a sort of right angle

with edges that cut.

Let's go!

-A c ig a rette?
-Okay.

How's Mr. Gay?
Long time no see.

He's fine.

I've worked here with him
from the beginning.

27 years. He was a kid then.

This must have changed a lot.

Yes, things are different now.

It's no longer the same.

-Mr. Gay worked here?
-Yes, his office was right there.

He's always known
how to treat people.

He learned and left.

He hasn't been back in years.

Give him Pep's regards.

I will.

-Did he work here too?
-Mauro?

He was the foreman.
Why?

He has a daughter, doesn't he?

-Did you meet her?
-Who?

The girl.
Did she come around here?

I'm not paid for rumouring.

Alfredo, Gay wants to see you.

Fuck, this is full of smoke.

Gloria is determined to
cause you trouble.

It's about time.

And him?

-He's with me.
-She's taken sleeping pills.

Miche, please stop crying.

Alfredo, help me get her up.

Come on, Gloria.

I was at home, with lots of people.

And this mad hatter called.

She had taken a bottle of sleeping
pills and wanted to say goodbye.

-What happened?
-How the fuck do I know?

-We'll have to call a doctor.
-No doctors. I want no trouble.

There's a practitioner downstairs
who'll ask no questions.

Give me a hand, Alfredo.

-I'II go. Stay with the child!

Better?

She'll have to rest a good
while before leaving.

Isn't he here?

He wanted to come but,
I told him not to

so you wouldn't get nervous either.

He can see you tomorrow.

-I haven't thanked you.
-For what?

-For notjudging.
-Why should I judge you?

I mean judging him.

What a night!

And you wanted to miss it.

It's funnier when Nen says that.

I thought he loved me.

I asked him for nothing,
just a little space.

I know he has his home,
his work and his family.

I'd settle for the little
he'd give me.

In exchange,

I'd have given him anything.

Anything.

Even my daughter.

One day, I got on my knees
before him

and told him:

"If you stay with me,

in eight or ten years,

when I get old,

my daughter will be yours."

-Would you do that for him?
-Yes.

If that would retain him
a few years, yes.

She has a middle-class dream
of home and order.

-Don't look at me like that.
-I'm not, Manuel.

A home where I go to eat
and sleep every night.

Can you see me at home,
at 9 p.m., holding hands and

watching TV, no matter
how much of a piece she is?

Maybe she's never had that.

I have, and I don't want it.

How can you give me this here?

Here.

You don't look too good either.
Trouble with your girl?

We had a scare the other day.

One must accept
the risks of one's job.

Nothing is free.

When could you have bought
a jacket like that one?

-That has a price.
-I'd like to tell her that.

Why don't you?

That's being a man.

You get a cock
and take care of everything.

A responsibility. That's why
there are so few true men.

A responsibility.

But, if you know what you want,
it's worth it.

You could have everything.

Well, you were there and saw it.

He keeps his bread at home.

That's the money you're
risking your ass for.

In exchange for what?
Do you live on tips?

-You could be a waiter.
-Don't compare, prick!

Have you made up your mind?

-It's not that easy.
-Yes it is.

They're alone on weekends.

If someone opens,
we surprise them.

It's not easy to surprise him.

That bastard has a thousand eyes.

What about when they're out?

Who opens the safe?

Only he can.

-Then forget it, man.
-No, wait. I've figured it out.

He has to be inside.

We must surprise him
and make him open it.

-I didn't know you were so scared.
-Who is scared?

Imagine.

Naked and with a hard-on.

That's just what we need.

How the fuck do we do that?

If Audrey or Karen could do it,
I'd ask them to.

No way!

-Have you seen how he looks at her?
-No way!

She drives him crazy. Besides,
he fucked her when she was 12!

Sorry, I thought you knew.

What's up?

What are you doing?

Play.

I can't play.

You said you learned as a child.

-Just silly things.
-Then play those silly things.

-Not bad.
-You played it!

That's what I was doing,
more or less.

That American musician who
just got out of jail, remember?

-He exists.
-He's written again.

-And?
-He's coming.

-He's coming here?
-Not exactly. To Europe.

And?

A French sponsor has offered
him a very good tour.

Well-paid, good hotels,

and he picks his own musicians.

So, you're leaving.

Did I tell you I have
a house in Amsterdam?

No. I don't even know
where Amsterdam is.

It's small, not much ventilation,

but the sun shines in the morning.

Well, when it's sunny.

And?

I lied to you

when I said I don't need
anyone to take care of me.

-You wouldn't let anyone do it.
-It's a small house,

but I travel a lot to cities
with so much night life

that it always seems like
Christmas, like when I was a kid.

There's me and my fun friends,
who you can never trust.

Come with me.

You're crazy. How could I?

If you don't, I can't teach you.

Come with me.

I can't offer much, just a drunk,
diabetic musician

with no driving licence.

But you'd get out of here.

-I can't.
-Why not?

I don't think you need
an explanation.

That's not love.
Make no mistake, it's not love.

It's fea r, it's

commitment, routine, pity.

But it's not love.

How would you know?

You're rig ht.

I know nothing.

But think it over.

Do you know what you're asking me?

-Only if you want...
-I thought we had settled that.

We had, but do you know
what we can get out of it?

You and I can go
wherever we want.

Don't look at me like that,
I'm not forcing you.

But you should do it for us.

Just leave the door open
and distract him.

Distract him?

If we do it right, he won't
even know you're involved.

And if he does, what can he do?

Say he was robbed while fucking
someone who's not his wife?

That bastard loves to keep up
appearances, and you know it.

Lola, Lola.

-It's not the same old story.
-No.

It's not the same old story.

-Why not?
-Because I know him.

So do I.

And he's got a fuckin' safe
that solves our lives.

Please, think about it.

I swear this is the last time.

We'll go wherever you want.

Wherever you want.

Lola.

-Yes?
-Hi, it's me.

Well, someone's remembered
to say goodbye.

I'm not calling to say goodbye.

I want to ask you something.

Do you still want me
to go with you?

Not now. In a few days,
a week, or whatever.

Are you still there?

-I don't like you being with him.
-It was your idea.

We could drop it.

Are you backing out?

No, Alfredo,

there is no backing out

for you or for me.

What do you mean?

-I'm leaving after this.
-You're leaving?

Yes, I'm leaving.

Why?

What do you mean, "why"?

Because you don't
even know why.

You know I can't live
without you...

Yes you can.

Perfectly!

It's me who can't live with you.

-Where will you go?
-Please, don't touch me.

I'm going to Holland.

-To Holland?
-Yes.

To Holland, or anywhere else.

-To be far away from you!
-What?

You never wanted to go to
Holland in your fuckin' life.

We've always wanted to go
down south, to the islands.

Lola.

Where is Holland? What fuckin'
language do they speak there?

-What's in Holland, Lola?
-I don't know!

You're not in Holland!

I'd go anywhere
to get away from you!

-What about me?
-You? I don't know.

I don't know.

Are you going with Horacio?

With that drunk who can't
even get a hard-on, Lola?

How do you know?

Manuel is expecting me
in 10 minutes.

-I shouldn't have let you go.
-You didn't. I ran off.

-Was I that bad?
-Worse.

-It should have never happened.
-And what came later,

was that better?

What came later was my life.

I've always liked your moles.

Alfredo says they're like
a map of the stars.

That little pimp is a poet.

Now you have more
stars than back then.

I may have a comet somewhere.
Find it.

Like here?

Wow, watch it move!

Do you like it?

It feels like a spider is
crawling all over my body.

Where will you go now?

Where are you going?
God damn it!

Now you're going?

I won't let you, Lola.

What do you think this is for?

Whatever happens, we'll be together.

You're not leaving, God damn it!

You can't fuckin' leave me!

You're coming with me.
Don't leave me, Lola.

Please, Lola, don't leave me.

-Please.
-Get out of my way!

Please, Lola!
Lola!

They're not there.

The passports aren't there.

-Where are they?
-I've got them.

Give me mine!

Give me mine!

You still don't understand.

I'd rather lose everything instead
of having it without you.

We're in this together.
You decide.

I don't care what can happen,
but we'll go through it together.

If you go, I'll talk,

even if I go down
along with you.

But I won't let you go.

I can't let you go.

So, you decide.

Think of somewhere we can go,

and calm down.

Telephone!

I'm coming!

You won't tell me
where we're going?

You'll soon see.

Strange, but I can't say

I was surprised to be there.

They took a long time to
find some sort of clue.

I felt nothing at first.

But then the world
caved in on me.

Manuel Gay, 46 years old,

married...

We're leaving tonight and
I won't see you again.

Tomorrow, at 11:30.

Tell him to come in.

Cesar, Montero wants
to talk to you.

What's up, kid? Come in.

This Sarria case is nasty.

-Did you know him?
-By sight.

By sight. What about this guy?

-Familiar?
-Yeah, I think it's me.

-You're not sure?
-It's me.

-And her?
-Her?

-A friend?
-Whose?

-Mine and his.
-Nothing more?

-No.
-A relative?

A relative? Why?

Do you know any Lola?

And that's when they
started to rock-n-roll.

They caught us all
in a few hours.

Even Nen. They knew he
had taken the picture.

Sunglasses off!

-Freeze, police!
-Turn around!

-On the hood!
-Spread your legs!

Freeze!
Freeze!

Freeze!

They questioned Gloria
for hours,

until she was clear of
Manuel's death.

The child is sleeping.

Have you got the tickets?

But she was forced
to leave the country.

I'd have found a place to stay.

No one can make plans.

May I?

You said you only
photograph the dead.

The dead, and whoever
I don't want to forget.

I still have those pictures.

It was like loving her
that entire night.

Better yet, having her forever.

Gloria Cole went to Paris
and kept on singing.

She never had a
permanent residence.

Alfredo was sentenced to
30 years for homicide.

Lola got 23 for the same crime.

Frank, 17 for accomplice,
and Audrey and Karen,

his 2 right-hand girls, 8 years
for accessory to the crime.

Are you okay?

Do they treat you well?

I brought you some things.

But they're at the entrance.

-Some books, cigarettes...
-Cigarettes.

Come on, Lola.

Lola.

Lola, look at me.

Lola.

I've been told this looks good.

Your lawyer says you
won't get much.

I have to get back today.

I have only two days off.

You know I can do just one thing.

You'll always know where I am.

For when you get out.

Lola got out on parole
9 years later

on her pardons and redemptions.

But none of us received
any further news.

The club closed down.
And to me, who stayed,

it was like turning
the light out.

At times, I hear about Nen, who
Horacio claimed from Amsterdam.

His international career
took off, and is still going.