All language subtitles for La Nina De Tus Ojos.eng

THE NATIONAL DEPARTMENT
OF CINEMA PRESENTS...

A SPANISH NEWS BULLETIN...

One means of driving
the Reds into the Ebro

consisted of taking control
the Reds into the Ebro

located to the southeast
of Ganderas.

The infantry moves ahead

along terrain which stronger men
would render impassable.

Such are the advances made by
our troops that the enemy is losing

its natural fortresses
one by one.

The Reds defended
the heights perfectly

against any infantry
except the Spanish.

Beneath these piles
of stone and earth rest men

whom the "Internationale" delivered
to our lands to fight against Spain.

Here is what they were reading
when they met their death.

How far was Leon Blum
from all danger then?

These Legionnaires
embarking in Cádiz

en route to noble, imperial Italy,
are now and forever

wedded to our heroic cause.

The Italian Legionnaires

were seen off
in el Caudillo's name

by General Queipo de Llano
of the Southern Command,

and the honorably injured
General Millán Astray.

THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS

The National Socialist
Party Congress

honoring the great Germany

has shown the world
the miraculous progress of a nation

like no other in history

in five years
of National Socialist rule.

The acclaim and strides
of the National Socialist Party

make a spectacle

which will not be easily forgotten
by those who have witnessed them

underscoring the confidence
that the German people

have placed in Adolf Hitler.

Youth from the Labor Service

girls from the Youth Corps,

and the Workers' Coalition
display vim and vigor.

Propaganda Minister
Dr. Goebbels,

and General
Espinosa de los Monteros

head of the Spanish delegation
at the Nuremberg Congress

representing Spain.

Observe a squadron
of the Arab cavalry.

These splendid riders
under the orders

of Spanish officers
who normally escort

el Caudillo in official
ceremonies, are submitted

to rigorous training to achieve

a mobility that confers harmony
and discipline to their movements.

"Life is soldiering
and should be lived

with the proper spirit
of service and sacrifice."

This beautiful phrase
of José Antonio

was not uttered in vain.

Youth of the New Spain receiving
inspiration from el Caudillo

are trained in the open air
at proper camps,

and learn to serve
through discipline and work.

Pilar Primo de Rivera

who has been in Germany where
she was received by the Führer

has invited one of the leaders

of the National Socialist
Party Youth Corps...

Dr. Uta Rudiger, to visit
the feminine branch of the Falange.

In a bullring destroyed
by the rage of criminal bombs

the first bullfight was held
following liberation of the city.

At this spectacle

the famous matador
Juan Belmonte performed

with great art, displaying
unequaled skill with several bulls.

In another example
of Spanish-German cooperation

a troupe of Spanish actors
has left for Berlin

to film a super-production titled,
The Girl of Your Dreams

directed by Blas Fontiveros.

It will feature
his latest discovery

the new star of film and song,
Macarena Granada,

and Julián Torralba,
who was wounded at the front.

Joining these stars
is the first lady

of Spanish theater,
Rosa Rosales,

and the lovely Lucía Gandía.

Before leaving their country,
these patriotic actors

are waved off by the
producer of this project...

Mr. Norberto Cantero,

and authorities
of the Movement, Church,

and the embassy
of the Third Reich.

We wish success
to The Girl of Your Dreams

the brainchild of German Propaganda
Minister, Joseph Goebbels.

With this project,
we want to show

our people the values
of genuine German art,

so that our people can cross
the noble paths of art.

German actors bow
with respect and gratitude

to the Führer

whose artistic genius gave
German politics

its spirit,
and whose politics...

Damn fly.

gave German art
its passionate impulse.

Mr. Maisch,
one of our finest directors

has volunteered to provide us
with his professional advice.

Only this paragraph
needs to be repeated.

Everything's ready, doctor.

Great. What are we waiting for?

Attention.

Lights!

Silence, please!

That's enough.
I don't have much time.

Camera!

Please, Doctor!

German actors as a whole

bow with respect and gratitude
before the Führer

whose artistic genius
gave German politics

its zealous spirit,

and whose politics
gave German art

its passionate impulse.

- Stop.
- Is it all right without the fly?

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

It's enormous.

Like everything in Germany.

Fontiveros, good to see you again.
How was your trip?

Mr. Hippel is happy to see you
and asks about your trip.

- Yes, of course.
- Horrible.

Rosa Rosales.

Vaclav Passer. Your translator.

Marcos Bonilla
with Spanischen Produktion.

Julián Torralba. Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler.

Lucía Gandía.

Vaclav.
My job is to not lose you.

Well, don't lose us, sweeetie.

Donato Castillo, Set Decoration.
Macarena!

- Macarena Granada.
- Good morning.

- Trinidad Moreno.
- Hi, how are you?

Hey, you'll break the trunk!
The dresses are in there. Shit!

Hush!

Who's that? Hitler?

- No, it's Minister Goebbels.
- Propaganda Minister.

And look at me! We should've
passed by the hotel first.

Heil Hitler!
Julián Torralba, at your service.

Smile. Don't you know who it is?

How am I supposed to smile?
My face is frozen.

- What a shame! I wanted to say hello.
- Me too.

I think he fancies cinema.

"Fancy" falls short.

Everyone,
business before pleasure.

Mr. Hippel says we should work.

No, no, Trini...

I haven't touched it,
and neither has--

Fontiveros, have you seen

that mosque?

What's he saying?

He doesn't like it.

Mr. Hippel asks
if there's a problem.

Uh, it's expressionist.
Very expressionist.

But Andalucía--
what can I say---

has a different tone and color.

Our decorator has done
what was specified.

The decorator has done
what he was told.

Sure, sure. I can imagine.

What's this, 1001 Nights?
Only the camels are missing.

Here.

And this?

- An Andalusian tavern.
- An Andalusian tavern.

Scenes 14, 22, 33.

Fontiveros, how am I going
to give this ambiance?

It looks more like a scene
out of Dr. Caligari.

- Castillo, work your magic.
- That's what you get paid for.

Yeah, it's a cinch.

Perfect?

Yeah, perfection.
What else can I say?

Amazing.
This beats Hollywood any day.

Talk about power!

Yeah, power, but I still
haven't seen the canteen.

Well, honestly a cup of java
would really pick me up

after that long flight.

Well, as a star
you have no peer.

This looks like Ronda
the way I look like Tarzan.

Let's not get uppity.

Compare this
with Omni Studios on Bravo Murillo.

There, crocodiles tickled your feet
during makeup.

Blas!

This man won't leave me alone.

It's Franz Maisch,
director of the German version.

Mr. Maisch, Mr. Fontiveros.

A pleasure.
I hope you like my technical script.

Mr. Fontiveros, he hopes--

I've directed more films
than you have, my young friend.

I don't need a Spaniard
telling me what to do.

Mr. Maisch

is a director
of vast experience...

I suppose you would like
to meet the leading man

of the German version

our great actor,
Heinrich von Wermelskirchen.

Mr. Maisch, excuse me.
Everything's ready.

We can start whenever.

Yes, a moment please.

Mr. Maisch wants to introduce
the male lead in the German version

the great actor,
Heinrich von Wermelskirchen.

Man, the guy who's playing me.
Let's check him out.

Attention.

Mr. Hippel says they'll use
this set to do the jump scene.

He made a contract with Norberto
to save on construction.

I don't mean to differ,

but how is this similar
to the hills of Ronda?

Stick in a few shrubs and rocks.
It's just a touch-up.

Listen, Fontiveros.

I'm supposed to jump
from way up there?

Yeah, it's the scene where
the French dragoons are chasing you.

Silence, please. Rolling.

Camera! 105, take three.

Heavens, what a hunk of a man.

And what features.
As if he was sculpted in bronze.

So what, I eat everything.

You're such a slut.

I'm not the one
devouring him with my eyes.

I look at the actor.

As an actor, he looks great.
Just look at him.

Anneliese, I love you.

Men are like melons...

No comment, until I taste them.

- Besides, I'm in love.
- With whom, Fontiveros?

You think we're all
as trashy as you.

Be quiet.

Thank you. Wonderful, bravo!

I want to introduce
the Spanish troupe.

Lucía Gandía,
to serve you body and soul.

- Lucía Gandía--
- Leave it, Vaclav.

Don't translate idiocies.
Macarena, your partner, Heinrich.

A pleasure.

Fontiveros! I'm not
fucking jumping from here!

What happened?

He asks what happened
to his arm.

Shrapnel. Tell him
the Reds wounded him at the front.

The front?
Probably a jealous husband.

Wounded at the front.

A hero. How interesting.

He says he's pleased
to meet a war hero.

The pleasure is mine.
Julián Torralba.

He'd like to see
one of your films.

Of course. Blas?

How about Capitán
de los Tercios de Flandes?

- No, I'm not in that one.
- OK, La Hija del Califa.

I'll call Marciano to send it
by diplomatic pouch.

I don't know.
I wear a mask the whole time.

Better for you.

Tell him he can see
La Hija del Califa

with Julián as an Arab sheik.

And I sing and play
a Christian princess.

He asks if you speak German.

There could be work
here for you.

I'll learn German
and whatever it takes. Tell him.

Now, you'll see.

"Do you love me?

"Feel my heartbeat

"galloping toward you
like a wild horse.

"It's in your hands
to control it with a caress,

"but if you shun it..."

"I, myself,
will keep it forever."

They're lines from the film.

- Did I do it well?
- You were great, honey.

That bitch scared me.

What'd he say?

Nothing. He praises
your pronunciation.

Thanks. I have a good ear.

I'm lost without lines.

My English is better.

We were planning
on going to Hollywood.

- But with the war--
- Hollywood?!

Hollywood, that cesspool
of global Judaism.

Here, they frown on Hollywood.

It was the Americans
who wanted us.

Julián

would you join me
in my dressing room to talk shop?

The gentleman would like

to continue talking
about projects with Julián

in his dressing room.

Go, go on.

Here in Germany,
camaraderie among actors is

the accepted thing.

Great actor.

Big star in Germany.

And a great companion.

Just look the way he's lavished
all his attention on Julián.

So openly.

He's a no-good schemer,
that's what he is.

If all the Germans are like that,
I'm heading home.

Yes, Mr. Norberto!

- No!
- Is it Mr. Norberto?

For the moment,
there are no extra expenses.

We saved on the taxi because
they sent a bus to pick us up.

- Bonilla--
- By bus.

Ask him about my dad...

Miss Granada asks
how her dad is doing.

With Mr. Norberto's contacts,
your dad will soon be free.

Of course, dear.

Don't you know Mr. Norberto
is a high-and-dry fascist?

Let's say he's rightist,
a Germanophile.

He's on it. Yes, Mr. Norberto.

If he doesn't get my dad
out of jail, I'm out of here.

Mr. Norberto promised me.

Trini, give her a tour
of the dressing rooms.

And you, Vaclav,
come with me to Mr. Hippel's office.

- A tour?
- Show her around.

Give it to me.

Here's Fontiveros.

Would you be interested
in an exclusive contract with UFA?

UFA, yeah. I don't understand.

Julián.

Let me invite you to dinner
where you can meet some key people.

And later

you could come home with me.

That way I could give you
private German classes...

My little war hero.

I can't believe it.

Excuse me.
Would you let go of my cock?

I've got to go,
but I'll be right back.

This way.

Blas!

Don't leave me alone
with that animal. What a homo!

No shit. Sure your lack
of German didn't betray you?

What German? He took off
his clothes and grabbed my cock!

I'm leaving.

Want to ruin my film on the first day?
And if we lose him?

- Your problem.
- And yours.

- No Heinrich, no movie.
- Then offer your ass!

I should've brought Rivelles
or Roberto Rey...

Fontiveros, I wasn't born yesterday.
I refuse to be alone with him.

Look, you know what we'll do?

Take the translator with you.
Make it look official.

Please, Vaclav, go with him
or he'll slit him open.

Slit him open?

Tell them to study.
Above all, English.

It'll help them leave Spain
in the future.

It's time to think
about living abroad.

You can't imagine
the difference.

Yes, right.

Yes, dear.

I have to go.
Someone's at the door.

Right, I'll call later.
This is expensive.

A kiss
and one for the kids. 'Bye.

Coming, hang on.

I warn you, if he tries it again,
I'll crack him one.

Julián, I can't believe you.
Just string him along.

And when he gets you
the contract at UFA, drop him.

- That's why I'm going to dinner.
- It's better than fighting in Spain.

Hey, for my country I'll give
my life and whatever's necessary.

- Except my ass, of course.
- Sure, sure.

But you're an actor above all.
This movie will be a springboard.

Okay, but not a word
to the rest.

Please, Julián, you know me.

Treat him like a comrade,
and no violence.

Off you go.

What do you want, Fontiveros?
She's not in the mood.

Trini, do me a favor.
Don't be a pain and let me in.

- Trini, don't let him in!
- See?

Says she can't stomach
the Germans.

Ah, it's because of that actor?
I can explain that. Let me by.

- Please!
- You'll be the death of me.

It's a beautiful restaurant.

- Very near here.
- Bonilla, you win by persistence.

The owner knows Spain and has
promised some really tasty lentils.

Ever hear of champagne
and caviar?

Really... lentils!

- I thought you'd miss--
- I just got here!

Telegram for Mr. Fontiveros!

Give it to me.
I'm from Production. Thanks.

- A tip.
- I don't have any change.

What a face when Trini asked
for 50 bottles of milk!

She got a bit carried away.

Mae West in Radio Cinema
said it was great for the skin.

Really? Can I get in too?

Stop it, will you!

I'm restraining myself
from jumping in.

You've got one thing
on your mind.

And I love you.
And you look beautiful.

Silly!

- Fontiveros, a telegram!
- He's not here.

Out, out, out.
Fontiveros, Fontiveros!

What's up, Bonilla? What?

I was here with Macarena.

Going over the lines.

A telegram from the Spanish Embassy.
A gala in our honor.

Next Saturday? Fine.

Hey, what a scandal.
Spaniards are outrageous!

Uh, nobody having dinner?
I'm dying of thirst. I'm dry.

- Bonilla knows a place with lentils.
- Lentils, yummy!

Babe, I'd have thought
of something more intimate.

Bonilla, the important thing
is unity among the group.

God, who thought of this?

I'm okay. I just slipped.

You could've drowned.

Here's your lentil soup.

Mm, lentils!

I'm starving!

The plates.

A little.

Anybody seen Julián?

Yeah, where's our heartthrob?

Oooh, Julián. Don't you know?

The German is smitten
and has offered him a contract at UFA.

What are you saying?
That hunk, a fag? What a waste.

I would never
have suspected Julián.

Why the surprise?

Remember the Greeks.
Their obsession with physical beauty.

No jokes about Julián.
He's got a temper.

What, love at first sight?
I'm shocked.

Castillo, shut up! I know you.
You're a walking tabloid.

Me? I'm like a clam.

Bonilla, order another bottle
of wine from that nice man.

Do you always need
to drink so fast?

My dear,
like Pepe Isbert says...

"Punish the body
to elevate the soul."

Yuck! What kind of lentils are these?
No sausage, no ear, nothing!

Christ!

Let's go! Come on!

A Spanish film! Spanish!

Don't cry. The hotel's not far.

Bonilla, the Jewish quarter?
Didn't you know they hate them here?

How did I know? I don't go
around checking foreskins!

Maybe you should.

- We leave one war for another.
- How ironic!

'Bye.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

- Good morning.
- You, too.

What are you doing here, Antonio?
Don't you see the soldiers?

For you, my love.

If my eyes can't see you every day,
I'd rather be blind.

Don't say that, my love.
I melt like butter.

- Cut.
- Cut!

- Well done.
- I didn't like this take.

Fine... fine.
Castillo! Castillo!

I'm here, fixing the mosque.

How about the bell tower?

Yeah, very nice. Come down.

Stick something in Julián's boots.
Make him taller.

Be right there.

- I won't be able to walk.
- Okay, darling.

They won't hurt you.

More light, Hans!
I want to see the Andalusian sun!

The guerrillas.

Bonilla...

- These are the guerrillas?
- A dozen, like the script says.

So, according to you,
these are typical people from Ronda?

Tall, blonde and blue eyed?
Well, look in the mirror.

Spaniards are short, dark, and ugly.
Hair even grows on our tongues.

That's German production for you.
I want nothing to do with it.

- With wigs, makeup--
- Yeah, and the Virgin Mary.

Shit!

My bunions are going to burst.

Here, take off your shoes.
I'll rub your feet.

What's eating you today?

Nothing wrong with me.

If you keep up the insinuations,
you go back to Spain.

What about these?
You're the artistic director, right?

Great-looking angels,
but... no good.

For this picture, that is.

This is shit, Castillo.

They'll kill me
when we open in Spain.

- My prestige.
- What prestige?

He's here.

Everyone in hierarchical order.

Hierarchical order.

Please, don't forget. Don't look
at his gammy leg. He hates that.

Heil Hitler!

An extraordinary honor, my dear.

Good evening.

Welcome!

I suppose you know Mr. Hippel,
head of production at UFA.

Heil, Hitler!

Blas Fontiveros,
one of our top directors.

- It's a pleasure.
- The pleasure is mine.

And thank you for assisting
the co-production, the first of many

between our two countries.

I see you already know
Macarena Granada

the most promising star
of Spanish song.

Dr. Goebbels knows
and admires you.

Thank you. Mucho danke.

Spain.

Yes, Spain.

Heil, Hitler!

Julián Torralba, our male lead.
Injured in combat.

Let's go inside
before the ladies freeze.

- Let's accompany the doctor.
- Yes.

May everyone enjoy
a splendid evening.

The doctor really enjoyed
La Hija del Califa

especially the songs.

I'm speechless.

The young lady is speechless.

- Well, Fontibre, how are you?
- Fontiveros.

Of course, Fontiveros.

The Minister is renowned
for his adoration of the fairer sex.

- I didn't know.
- Really, man.

I'll just tell you that UFA
is called "Goebbel's Brothel."

- No kidding.
- Really.

We happily sacrifice a woman's body
for planes for the Movement.

It is our patriotic duty.

Besides, it's an honor
that eminent men like the doctor

take an interest
in our humble cinema.

Come on Fontibre, chin up.
These are hard times.

Hannibal, don't be boorish
with your stories.

Fontiveros, please share
some industry gossip. I love it.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Ham!
- Anything to drink?

Yummy!

This is from back home.

The doctor was feasting
on her with his eyes.

- The girl's all-woman.
- She may be all-woman,

but I don't play second fiddle
to her or her mother.

- It's not her fault, poor thing.
- That was a snub, a real snub.

Especially to Julián,
who's the real star of the film.

- Of course.
- Look at her.

She's sticking her tits
in the poor idiot's mouth.

Use what you can.

Don't I have tits?
Want to see them?

Lucía, we're
in a foreign country.

This doesn't end here.

Fontiveros will hear from me.
Where is he? Blas!

It's no use, Torralba.

It was Dr. Goebbels himself
who suggested to the ambassador

to hold this reception for us.

- The ambassador told me.
- So what?

It's crystal clear. The doctor has
a crush on the little one.

- You don't say.
- Yes.

And the ambassador has served her up
like they used to for Fernando VII.

So it was a set-up.

Isn't Fontiveros
going to do anything?

- What should he do?
- Make the most of it.

- No, I never eat between drinks.
- Spanish omelette.

Mr. Torralba, why don't you
tell me about the film?

Well, it's the story of a guerrilla
fighter in Sierra Morena.

- My role.
- No, not another about bandits.

I'm fed up
with typical Spanish films.

All those blunderbusses,
Spanish sombreros, and sideburns.

Typical Spanish film?

What should we do
in Spanish cinema then?

Typical German,
Hungarian, American movies?

I don't mean that. Compared
to foreign films, you won't deny that--

Well, Mrs. Ambassador...

I find the character of El Tempranillo
more interesting than Al Capone.

Well, I agree.

But only if played
by Mr. Torralba.

Ooh, the wound.

Please, Julián.

I don't know if I dare.
You're a screen legend to me.

Legend? I'm flesh and bone.

- Nothing more.
- And nothing less.

Thank you.

For you,
my beautiful and great artist.

Cheers.

The doctor suggests
your future is here in Germany.

With him.

I've got a contract with Mr. Fontiveros.

The Doctor would like

to have dinner with you
to get to know you better.

I'm all booked, you know.

The Doctor begs you
not to be bad with him.

Bad? God, no.

Thing is,
I return to Spain tomorrow.

- Why?
- Because it's all a mess.

The set, the extras... there's
no production. Nothing. It's shit!

She feels that, in order to stay

a few small production problems
need to be solved.

Production?

Hippel!

Hippel, come here right now.

I demand at once

a complete list
of production deficiencies.

And in writing. Hear me?

Toilet?

Make a right at the end.
Then take the hall on the left.

Thank you. Thanks.

This is just perfect.

Torralba!

This is like a match
made in heaven.

Fontibre, have you seen my wife?

No, no.
But I was looking for you.

Could you introduce me
to Emil Jannings?

We'll try, but I must confess
I don't know him personally.

Besides, he's reported
to have a wicked temper.

Really?

Yes?

Now, what's your problem?

Lucía, let me in for a moment.

I know your moments.

Don't do this to me.
My engine's overheating.

Oh, sugar, come in,

but remember it's only because
empty beds look so big to me.

- Honey, you asleep?
- Yes.

What a night, eh?
Rosales, drunk as a skunk

reciting classic Spanish repertory
to Germans.

Julián romping
with that floozy ambassador's wife.

And your fling?

You're not getting into bed
after what happened.

- You need thicker skin--
- Thick skin?

That sleaze dribbled all over me,
and what did you do?

Aren't you confusing his
admiration for you, as an artist?

Bonilla told me that "Go-balls"
tries to bed all the actresses.

What does he know?

He knows.

With that dictionary, he picks up
everything. I'm invited to dinner.

- Bonilla?
- Bonilla? No, Go-balls.

It's your fault. If we were married,
he'd have more respect.

And my wife and kids?
What do you want me to do with them?

You know what? I'm going home.

Are you crazy?
If you go, there'll be reprisals.

Your dad will be shot, for sure.

Sorry. Don't be silly.

This will be an enormous boost
for your career.

You'll see at the premiere.

The film

is all you care about.

Open up!
I'll kill you, you bastard.

- I'm going to kill you.
- Julián, for heaven's sake.

Easy. It was a misunderstanding.

Julián, no scandals,
For Pete's sake. For Spain.

Who told this degenerate that
I had a fling with the German fag?

It's a lie.

A lie? So he comes
into my room bare-assed.

What's wrong?

I was reviewing lyrics
with Macarena.

I'm not homosexual.
Get it right, Julián.

I'm homo-sentimental.
I was looking for our comrade.

Look... everyone, listen in.

I'm more man than anyone.
Any doubts and I'll smash you.

Ooh, I'm shaking.

You want me to fuck you
to death right here?

Who? You?

- Julián, calm down.
- Anyone can talk big.

It's bad enough me having to put up
with that slobbering German,

and not smash his face in.

But I don't
because of the production.

Clear, very clear.
Now I'll go to bed more relaxed.

Trini, come to my room
so that I can sleep.

The party continues.

- What are you staring at?
- Nothing. Going to poke my eyes out?

Why don't you come with me
so you can tell everyone?

We believe you, Julián.

My pleasure.
Sorry, Bonilla. Another time.

What nerve!

Come on. Everyone to bed.

We're here to make a movie
if anyone's forgotten.

Slut.

"Slut." How do you say, "slut"?

Here it is:

Come with me to--

Have one last drink.
I'm awake now.

Come, come in.

Don't make a scene.

Like the guerrillas?

A present from Dr. Goebbels.

They look like Spaniards.
Fontiveros will love them.

Look at that one,
a gypsy from Granada.

Those eyes!

Cut!

No, no!
You've missed three lead-ins.

Three, that's all?

You're not concentrating.

How can I concentrate
with this fake Spanish music?

And with these morons?
Have you seen the way they clap?

How do I explain
the fucking spirit of flamenco

to prisoners of war?

Bonilla, stop the record!
It's driving me mad!

Stop!

What's wrong with those?

Must be from the hot lights.

What heat? They've been sipping wine
every take, and this is the 15th!

- You can't use real wine.
- And on an empty stomach.

Bonilla, get them out of here.

- Come on.
- No, no, no.

Let them sleep. They look drunk.
It's better that way.

But tell the others not to drink,
just to fake it.

No, I'm a professional.
If I must drink, I drink.

Shit, Rosales, you too?

Sorry, I was just trying
to perk things up.

Given the dead state of things.

Blas, give me five minutes.
I just need to rehearse.

Let's see.

Vaclav, come here, love.

Bonilla, cut for five minutes.

Five minutes!

I have the German part ready.
This one looks really dishy.

Come on, everyone,
palms together!

Like this.

Hollow hands, like castanets.

Your hands have to be silent,
with rhythm.

- One, two, three.
- One, two, three.

That's it. You're not calling
the night porter.

Like gypsies from Utrera!
Ole y arsa pilili!

Ole y arsa pilili?

I'm afraid
I can't translate that one.

Oh, no? Bonilla, the dictionary.

Hey, it isn't an encyclopedia!

Let's go!

Where's your sense
of rhythm, love?

What did he say?

He says... he isn't a clown.

Don't worry. He'll be gone soon.

No, no.

A temper?
We have to start somewhere.

Let's see.

Rhythm has to come
from the heart.

Are you a Jew too?

Yes, Russian Jew.

Well, we're all family here.

Try this one.

Try it.

Got to hand it to them.
These Germans make extraordinary

liqueurs.

Suit looks fabulous on you.

Just because we made love,
don't think

you can cramp my space.

If I'm bothering you,
tell me and I'll go.

Off you go, then.

I need air.

See how easy? I'm gone.

Try this concoction, hon.

The best thing for sorrow
is to drown it.

Let me thank you, Bonilla,
but between the sheets.

I'm sure you can appreciate it
more than others.

Take one.

Thank you. Perfect, Macarena!

The take's good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You were good.

Did you like it?

Look, it's Jannings.

They respect veteran actors here,
unlike in Spain.

Look at me.

Ignored, only given
mere supporting roles

as if I were
a hopeful young actress.

Amusing picture.

You've come out well
in this magazine.

Let's see.

It's just so easy
for some to reach the top.

Don't listen, honey.
You look beautiful in it.

If Dad could only see me.

- Will it reach the jail in Seville?
- Of course, dear.

Franco's jails are not
like those Reds' prison cells.

What pisses me off is that
my movies have been removed

from all the Republican zones.

- They think I'm a pro-Nazi director.
- Jealous of your international fame.

All the screens are now state owned.
You wouldn't see a penny.

Why do they delve into politics?
I direct films, that's all.

It doesn't work like that.

To catch fish, wet your ass.
It's Franco or the Reds.

Hey!

We're all with Franco here,
aren't we?

Right, and if you don't agree,
you should be in jail or shot.

Shit, Trini,
I don't make films with Reds.

Enough!

I told you before we left,
politics remain in Spain.

He says he has a message
from Dr. Goebbels. For Macarena.

Christ!

It's in German.

"I hope you can join me

"this evening
for a private dinner.

"I'll send a car to pick you up

at your hotel."

What an honor!

Dr. Goebbels
invites me to translate.

See? You won't be alone.

Vaclav, take care of her.

I'm just a translator.

Do I have to say yes?

You can't refuse.
He'll cancel the shoot.

I see.

Just open your legs,
and Germany will open its arms to you.

Stop!

- Can't take you out of Spain!
- Stop it!

Cut it out, you two.
Can't you see everybody's staring?

Let go of me!

"And these things you'll see

"if in this house you be

at least six times per week."

Zorrilla.

Sure. That's why
the Germans look down on us.

They think we're cavemen.

Good morning.

Haven't you eaten?

Neither gypsies nor Jews
can enter the canteen.

I don't understand a word.

"Princess of Spanish cinema."

Princess, yeah.

Here, dear? Come on.

Fontiveros says you should eat.
There's a lot of work ahead.

Sure, can't slow
the shoot down, can we?

- And these people?
- These?

Stay out of politics.
Look what happened to your father.

I'm not hungry.
That bitch took my appetite away.

So here, this is for you.

Watch it, Macarena.

- What's the matter?
- What's--

I know you as if you were mine.

- You like the Jew.
- He's Russian.

Well, whatever.

But if he's a prisoner,
he must've done something.

- Hey!
- Back!

Don't push me, or I'll slap you!

They're prisoners.

- Careful, Macarena.
- I'll complain to production.

No, Dr. Goebbels.
He's a friend of mine.

And I'll have you
sweeping the studio latrines.

Move!

You'll see.

- You're beautiful.
- I wish I wasn't.

Remember, close your legs
and keep smiling.

And when things get heavy

start yawning
and come back to the hotel.

'Bye.

Good evening.

The minister hasn't arrived yet.

- Good evening, miss.
- Good evening.

Come with me, please.

Looks very quiet tonight.

Good evening.

Please.

My dear.

The doctor excuses
himself for the delay.

The doctor has seen
what you've filmed so far.

And he says no German woman
could ever dance like you.

No more holding hands.
I hate mushy moments.

You're beautiful, Macarena.

Macarena, we are building
the best cinema in the world.

We've made an offer
that even Garbo can't refuse.

She'll also work for us.

The doctor says he's made
an offer to Greta Garbo

to come and work
in German cinema

that she can't refuse.

Garbo's coming?

We'll find great films for you.

Pictures worthy of you.

Famous historical figures
like Isabella of Castille

the great Spanish queen
who expelled all the Jews from Spain.

The doctor says
you'd interpret...

Isabella of Castille,
who expelled the Jews from Spain.

Again, the Jews.
What did they do to you?

And the Gypsies? Anything
against them? I'm half-Gypsy.

The young lady asks
if the Jews and Gypsies--

Dr. Goebbels says

he didn't come
to discuss politics.

No, I know that.

He's come here to screw me,
but we'll see about that.

If I have any say in it.

Tell them I'll put everything
except fear into them.

Shit, how do I write that?

I feel bad about Macarena
giving her all for the picture.

For Goebbels!

Seems like the right thing.

You even joke about that?

I'm just trying
to lighten things up.

Besides, invalids are famous
for being great lovers.

Remember Lord Byron,
to name one.

They haven't got a clue.

Come on, silly, don't cry.

We are all homesick.

The things I did
to get this role.

You all know. I can tell
by the way you look at me.

It's okay, babe. Everyone cons
their way into film somehow.

Yeah, but you didn't have
to suck Norberto off. He's disgusting.

Don't make me vomit.

Can I ask you
a personal question?

How personal, Rosales?

Macarena and you?

And you put up
with the limp idiot?

The doctor insists
that the hotel

is not good enough
for a star like yourself,

so please accept
his offer of a house.

Tell him I don't know.
I must discuss it with Fontiveros.

The doctor requests
that you forget Fontiveros.

He's neither your husband
nor your father.

He adds that you should aspire
to better directors.

He will arrange
your move tomorrow.

Goddammit, I've broken my heel.

I'm going.

You are a nymph, a mermaid.

This man's a leech.

Don't translate that.

I get up early tomorrow
and must return to the hotel.

He says he'll order
a change in the work plan.

God, no, no! I have to get back.

Look, how tired I am...

The doctor says you can go,
but first you must sing him a song.

A song, now?

Well, if it's only a song, okay.
But then I leave.

Let's see.

I ask you nothing
I owe you nothing

I'm leaving your side
Forget me already

I've paid in gold.

For your dark skin.

Don't curse me, man
We're at peace now

I don't love you.

You don't love me.

If you gave it to me
I never asked for it.

Don't tell me now
that you lost everything.

I, too, lost it all by your side.

'Bye.

What happened?

Caviar, champagne...

The whole restaurant, just for us.
We danced.

Right.

He wants to put me in a chalet.

He says that's how Marika Rökk
and Zarah Leander live.

Tell me not to do it, Blas.

Macarena, this is
a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Who knows if we'll be able
to make films again in Spain.

The war could last.

Right.

The film's everything, right?

Well, yes.

Although I've made 22

they are all forgotten
in only a few years.

Don't say that.

Come on, sleep.
Tomorrow's a busy day.

Oh, Blas...

If only you were good in bed.

If only you knew how to fuck me.

Yes, Mr. Norberto.
What are you saying?

We're in the projection room.

Yes.

Yes, Mr. Norberto.

I'll tell him now.

It was Mr. Norberto.

- What's that bore got to say?
- It's about Macarena's dad.

He died of pneumonia
two days ago in jail.

Don't tell anyone.
I'll find the right moment.

These extras... are great.

Yes, great. Wonderful.

Nice chalet!

Stolen from a Jew, no doubt.

- You see, you'll be fine here.
- Enough, Blas.

Two weeks will fly, dear.
Don't worry.

Caviar!

I've heard so much about it,
but never tried it.

Let's go to Spain, Blas.

And waste our careers?

You really don't care
what that dwarf does, do you?

That dwarf, as you call him,
is one of Europe's most powerful men.

- Goebbels?
- Yes.

Trini, watch her.

I'll do what I can.

Oh, Trini.

Saw it by chance
in a window display.

And I immediately thought
of your marvelous neck.

May the precious bond
with the beautiful.

What is this man saying?

These are not gifts;
these are heirlooms.

Excellency, I'm going
to prepare some hot tea...

Talk, dear. Don't stop talking.

Everything's very nice.
Precious.

You shouldn't have bothered.
The chalet was enough.

By the way, Fontiveros loved it.
Says the air's great out here.

He liked it so much, he'll probably
be back. Fontiveros, that is.

Don't start in with him again.
I can't stand hearing his name.

That man is getting
on my nerves more and more.

Wouldn't you prefer to see
the rest of the house together?

I've seen the bedroom.
It's lovely.

With a bed and everything.
But we're just fine here.

Want to eat something?

I'll have Trini whip you up
some rice and clams.

She's like a mother to me.
My mom died when I was three.

Do you know Málaga?

Don't talk so much.
Let me eat you whole.

I'm going to check on the tea.

Look.

I don't know about the Germans,
but in Spain we take our time.

It isn't that I don't like you,

but in two or three years,
if the relationship's stable--

Your breasts.

Your breasts!
Come, give them to me!

- Give them to me.
- No, stop!

Goddamn it, no!

Here's the tea.
Drink it before it gets cold.

I don't want any tea now.
Get out of here!

This man should be tied up.

Trini, God. Virgin of Macarena!

Enough stupidities!

Doctor? Doctor?

What, Henkel? Not now.

The Führer on the radio.

You're summoned at once
to the Chancery.

Always the most inopportune
moments. I can't believe it.

What, Henkel?

Let's go!

Good-bye, ladies.

Trini, I want to die.

It doesn't look good.

Why don't we go back to Spain?

And leave the film
and Fontiveros?

Think of my father.

I want to die, Trini.

No, dear, no.
That's the last resort.

And there's plenty
of time for that.

- Bonilla, can we shoot?
- Nothing is impossible.

They're removing the snow,
and the cameraman says

it's 10 minutes to nightfall.

He might've worked with Murnau,
but he is one pain in the ass.

Precisely.

Since we haven't filmed
when you get shot by the soldiers

how many holes are right?

Just make them.
They'll need a lot of lead to kill me.

Bonilla, bring ice. When they open
their mouths, you see their breath.

They could provide a heater.

You should've picked another
profession. This is a job, not a hobby.

Ignore him, dear.

When he gets in one of his moods,
he's unbearable.

Hollywood may be full of Jews,
but surely it has better weather.

I was with Amelia Muñoz
at Paramount Studios in Joinville.

Oh, Joinville.

Pretending it was snowing
on some street in Seville.

How pretty!

Poor thing caught a cold
and died right there.

What a tragedy.

Ugly thing, she was.

Very ugly.

Good evening.

How are you?

Vaclav, come here.
We can't communicate.

Ask him

if all Russians are
so good looking.

Macarena, don't stray.

He says that Jews
aren't welcome here.

Yeah. See Trini?
He's in jail for being a Jew.

That girl.

Twenty, spades.

He says

he worked as a trapeze artist
in a traveling circus.

He says, when he tried to escape
a German policeman was hurt.

And he's a criminal, too.

You're like a magnet
for trouble, dear.

Trini, you're such a pain.
What else?

Don't tell me spade doesn't work.

- Trini, you just called, "20."
- Who me?

- Of course.
- You drink!

Everybody out.
We're about to film.

Attention, camera!

Silence, please.

Camera!

Action!

Antonio.

Don't leave me alone.

You're everything to me.

What am I going to do
without you?

You're my night and day
and the air I breathe.

Antonio, please.

Antonio, it's me.

I'm the girl of your dreams.

Cut!

Macarena, he's just died,
goddammit.

Sounds like you're reading
a letter from your aunt. More passion.

As if you know passion.

My kidneys are cold.

- Let's do another.
- Shit.

Nice night awaits us, Bonilla.

She's lost respect for him, too.

As the saying goes...

"Don't fool around with skirt
where you work."

Mrs. Goebbels wants to see you.

- Me?
- Yes, it's urgent.

Now?

It's the minister's wife.
You can't refuse.

- Bonilla, cut for dinner.
- You mean, snack.

We're cutting for dinner!

Let's see how it turned out.
I used venison instead of rabbit.

The rice must be just right.

Spanish paella for everyone.

Love for one's country
leaves me dry.

What I miss is Rioja wine.

Don't trivialize, Rosales.
One's country is like one's mother.

José Antonio said so.

The UFA matter
is moving along on schedule.

Oh, yes.

This guy's a bit of a pain,
isn't he?

No "Nein," no nothing!

They can eat here too.

No Jews in the dining room.

Trini, serve them.

- This doesn't look good.
- Tell them not to look.

Paella! Paella! Try it.

Calm down. See?
You've stirred things up, Macarena.

Tell the girl not to resist
the doctor's advances.

That's what most excites a man.

She should provide the doctor

with as much physical pleasure
as she can muster.

But madam asks that you warn her
against getting pregnant.

Madam will not be flexible.

She says her husband
has good taste, like yourself.

You and madam

must be civilized
and understanding.

Look, if it's about the paella,
go back where you came from.

It's not that.
It's about your dad.

They've freed him?

No. He died
of pneumonia in jail.

Who told him to become
an anarchist

with the lovely lottery stand
he had?

I can halt the shoot

though I think you should do
what you do best and go out there.

Reminds me of the day
my husband died.

I had two sessions
of "La Malquerida"...

I got drunk on gin when--

Whenever you want, Fontiveros.

Silence, we're filming.

Camera...

Action!

Don't leave me alone.

Antonio, don't go.

Don't you realize
you're everything to me?

What am I going to do
without you?

You're my night and day
and the air I breathe.

Antonio, it's me.

The girl of your dreams.

What am I going to do
without you?

What am I going to do?

Cut.

Even Garbo couldn't--

Poor thing.

Shit, Macarena!

I almost burst into tears.

We've cut.

Nobody move.
We have to do the German version.

Let's see... bring out Heinrich.

How are you?

Yeah, I imagine.

Of course,
I wish I were with you.

Macarena,
we can't risk it, you know.

Don't worry, he probably won't show.
He's a very busy man.

Go to bed and try to sleep.

Big kiss.

Give up, dog!

I'll die first.

Long live Spain!

Bravo. Fantastic!

He's killed himself.

What a fall!

Shit, Blas.

He fell wrong.

God, something's broken.
Where does it hurt?

It had to be the neck.

It's the neck, it's the neck!

'Bye.

- What, they're leaving?
- Yes.

We're finished with the extras.

Where are they going?

Hollywood, where did you think?

Leo!

I hope we meet again.

Thanks. 'Bye.

- Shit, Julián.
- No way am I jumping.

It was his fault. Who told
the showoff to jump head first?

He was unconscious.

That occurred when Castillo
offered to give him mouth-to-mouth.

- We'll put out more mattresses.
- No, damn it!

The wound in my arm could open.

- Now, why are you crying?
- Shit!

Use one of the Jews.

Right, the trapeze artist.

Leo? What if he kills himself?

- Germans will kill him anyway.
- Bonilla, get him dressed.

Really, Fontibre,
cinema's such a sham.

So, the guy jumping off the cliff
is not Mr. Torralba?

Why don't you jump, Julián?

My question exactly.

A male lead
should never take risks.

- No?
- No.

They shoot the fall and then
match it with my other shots.

Besides, my wound.

Does it hurt a lot?

Blood spilt for God and Spain
is never painful.

So true.

Aren't you in this scene,
Madam Rosa?

No, I leave adventure scenes
to the young.

They have better-looking bodies.

- Bonilla, the guerrilla?
- They're doing his sideburns.

Julián.

I would love to see
the studio from the inside.

To know all those ins and outs.
Those interiors.

With your husband's permission,
I could show you.

May I, Hannibal?

Sure, go.
I'll stay with Fontibre.

My wife has longed
to attend a film shoot.

Of course.

If you only knew how much
I admire you, Madam Rosa.

Thank you.

Here's our hero.

Hope it's a wide shot.

'Cause he looks
like Chaplin in that jacket.

You sure he wants to jump?

Look at his face. He's thrilled.

Upstairs. Everybody ready.

Vaclav, have you told him
his lines and what to do?

Yes, he cries: "Long live Spain,"
and he jumps.

The mattresses, Leo.
Jump towards the mattresses.

Relax. If he does it well,
he gets a film credit.

You weren't serious
about a film credit, were you?

No, it was to boost morale.

Ready to shoot.

Baby! Light the moon.

Light, light.

- There, perfect.
- Stop!

- What are they doing?
- Watching the prisoners.

Bonilla, get them
out of the shot.

Please, move over.
You can't appear in the shot!

No, Vaclav, more.

Behind the dragoons.

Please, stand back more.

Behind the dragoons.

Fine. Attention, camera!

Camera!

Action!

Long live, Spain!

Why doesn't he jump?

Come on, jump! Jump!

- What's wrong?
- The Jew's escaped.

Nobody move!

Hit the floor! Come on!

Come on.

What are you doing?

We're asking for trouble.

Not that way.
It's full of soldiers.

- Where?
- We have to get him out.

Here, in here.

Thanks.

It's hardly the moment to kiss.

Is he stupid, or what?

Come on. Damn, they're here.

He says we're all arrested.

Come, relax
until order is restored.

- You okay?
- I was changing.

- Bonilla's idea of using a prisoner.
- Brilliant, as always.

- Where's Julián?
- Has anyone seen my wife?

Virgin of Anguish!

Christ of Sorrows,
what are you doing to me?

I'm a bitch. A hopeless slut.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I have no forgiveness.
Over more, right there!

What are you doing, Julián?

What a man!

What a man!

Virgin Mary. All saints...

And your arm?

The war wound?

Well, it was just a scratch.

My agent exaggerated a little.

- For publicity purposes, you know?
- Yeah.

Your call with Dr. Goebbels.

Good morning, Mr. Minister.

Yes.

How long
do we have to stay here?

Everybody, against the wall.
He's going to look around.

- But, sir, some respect--
- Against the wall!

Don't argue.

- He'll kill us.
- As director, I warn you.

Out, now!

- Blas!
- He hit the director.

No, please. Silence.

Spanish citizens!

Are you okay, Blas?

Down, but not out.

What's all this?
Why such harsh treatment?

What are we, criminals?
Is all this about that prisoner?

We're film people, artists.

This is not our war.

Expect to find him
under a chair?

Under these women's skirts?

Behind this partition?

Among the dresses,
hanging in the closet?

You really think
he's hiding here? Where?

In this trunk, under a--

No.

No!

No.

Rosales, that's cologne!

One must make do.

In Germany,
we've done away with alcoholics.

They're useless.

Fontiveros,
inform the ambassador.

What's he going to do?

Nobody leave here.
I must request new orders.

We can't move
until there are new orders.

Bonilla, watch the door.
No one enters.

Macarena, you want us all shot?

She did a humane thing.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

I almost fainted
when I opened this.

- Shit, the Jew.
- Why's he here?

I haven't seen anything.
I must go.

- Bonilla, nobody leaves.
- You're as Spanish as we are.

I speak 12 languages.

I have no country.
I just want to stay alive.

Have you gone mad?
I demand an explanation.

What could I do?
This poor soul needed refuge.

The bastard picked
the perfect place.

This man is an artist
from our picture.

He's one of us.
We can't let them shoot him.

Better they shoot him
and not the entire cast.

You all have no heart.
And you should have less.

What can we do?

I really have to go.

Help him escape. You're really
going to just abandon him?

We're filming a song-and-dance thing
while a war is going on.

That "thing,"
as you call it, feeds us all.

This man is risking his life.

You've seen
how they treat people here.

"This girl's dye
should be cast anew

like church bells
that don't ring true."

- They're here. We'll be shot.
- Don't panic.

Bonilla, open up.

He's here to take Macarena
to the chalet.

Only her.
Orders of Dr. Goebbels.

Tell him to wait, Vaclav.

Now she leaves us here
in the thick of it.

He says it must be at once.

One moment. I'll be right out.

One moment, please.

I know. I'll say I need the trunk,
and we'll get him out.

But they'll check the trunk.

It's true.
These Germans are very thorough.

What's he doing?

What, Leo?

He's all rubber.

Of course,
he worked in a circus.

He says, close the trunk
and take it out of here.

But remember, I've seen nothing.

No one's seen anything. Got it?

Castillo, you'll suffocate him!

I have to do something.

Call the chauffeur.

Quick! Quick!

This weighs a ton.

Cut it out.

Dr. Goebbels will kill us
if anything happens to her.

- You'll be safe at home.
- Thank you.

Torralba, the movie world
has always driven me mad.

Naturally.

Hannibal, my husband!

Stand back!

Who goes there?

Hannibal, it's me!

Where were you? Leaving me alone
with this cinema riff-raff!

Why the fuss, darling?
I was looking for you.

Why the gun?

Do you always have
to pull a gun?

Relax, take it easy.
This film business is all chaos.

Take me home at once.

Right, let's not return here.

Out! Out!

- Here he is!
- Heil Hitler!

It can't be. They've killed me.

They've taken him.

- What! And Macarena?
- No problem.

- She left with the chauffeur.
- My little girl.

My poor girl.
She's a heroine, she is. A heroine.

Poor girl...

What about the Jew?
So good looking.

Not to worry. When they shoot you,
you don't even feel it.

Bonilla, you brute.

I've seen nothing.

By the way, where's Julián?

Bet he's humping
the ambassador's wife.

That stud will get his head
blown off by the ambassador.

Bonilla, we have to get a car.

Macarena will surely get
into trouble if left alone.

What a mess, my friends.

The case, don't forget the case.

Come on. Let's go.

Right this way.

This way.

Okay, good. Off you go. Thanks.

I have orders to remain here.

Go on, very good.

Good-bye.

Poor thing.

Oh, God, he's dead.

You have to be dumb
to hide in there.

What do I do now?

Thank God, you're alive.

Poor baby, you can't walk.

Where are we?

Why don't you speak
in Christian?

Where are you going?
Can't you see someone's watching?

I got it.

You stay here,
and when he enters

hen he enters, wham!

You hit him on the head.

You don't need to kill him.
The guy's got to live, too.

Come.

Come here, my love. It's okay.

What was I thinking?

No, I was thinking
maybe your head hurt.

Let go of him!

I said, let go of him.

Are you okay?

Come on. Boy, are you slow.
Take this off.

Now the clothes, then take
the car and you're free.

Yes, the clothes.

It's a shame
you're always on the run.

'Cause I would love
to roll in the sack with you.

Sack?

Never mind. Life's not fair.

Just who we needed.

Not this one, it's Go-balls.
We'd really be screwed then.

Come on. Time to hide again.

Let's take him upstairs.

God, he's heavy.

Take these.

This time I don't want
any interruptions. Understand?

Oh, yes, the flowers.

You wanted my body.

Come and take it.

And then go.

It's the movie-- Film--

Not in German.

Keep speaking in Spanish.

It excites me more
when I don't understand you.

I'm going to make love to you
like no one ever has.

Are you crazy?

You know what you've done?

Oh, God.

You're so beautiful,
it hurts to look at you.

I don't understand you,
but I'm sure it's beautiful.

Thank you.

I imagined the house bigger.

Bonilla, pay this one too.

These are all extra expenses.
Mr. Norberto, I don't know.

What's happening?

Everyone hide. There are guards.

I'm leaving. Taxi!

- Don't yell. It's worse.
- I don't want to know anything.

Are you really going to leave
that young girl alone?

Don't yell!

Yes. Let's go, Castillo.

Come on, everybody inside.

Let me go.

- I'm going inside.
- Watch it, Trini.

- Blas, do we all have to enter?
- Yes.

What's this?

"Madam, I'm dead tired, I've seen
a man jump, over the garden wall."

I shouldn't be here.

Sounds like she's crying.

Yeah, crying--

She's upstairs in the bedroom.

Right. Trini, you go first.

Let's go.

- I'll wait here.
- Let's go.

Really, Macarena.

- Wasn't he dead?
- Shit, the dead guy.

He's alive and wagging his tail.
Never said better.

This one's lively.

It's Dr. Goebbels. Heil Hitler!

Is he dead?

We'll all be shot.

- We're fucked.
- The film's over.

Forget the film, Blas. I couldn't
save Dad, so I'll help Leo to escape.

Who's going to help you escape?

Because when
Go-Balls wakes up...

Right!

For him, we've never been
a part of the picture anyway.

I'm leaving!

Don't be afraid.
It's the chauffeur.

Not even the Führer
can save us from this one.

Macarena, isn't there
anything to drink, love?

We may still have a chance.

Everyone to the car.
We have to leave here.

- Fontiveros, let me go.
- No way.

You translate all I say,
without skipping a comma.

Let me remind you that
in matters concerning this film--

It doesn't concern the film.

Mr. Fontiveros
wants to speak to you

about your husband
and Miss Granada.

My husband?

Yes. It seems your husband,
Dr. Goebbels

has told Macarena he'll leave you
and run off with her.

He's requested
an ambassador post in Spain.

It's as crazy to me as it is to you.
So, I've come to see you.

I'm destroyed, understand me.

She asks, "What do you want?"

It's very simple.

I love Macarena,
and you love your husband.

If you get me
the plane tickets...

I'll leave tonight for Paris
with Macarena and her maid.

She asks if you love
Macarena so much

as to sacrifice
your career for her.

Because this certainly will be
the end of your career.

Now I see how dangerous
that girl is.

Wait here.

Didn't you see her face?

She'll be back with the Gestapo
to shoot us right here.

Take it easy.
She swallowed it whole.

I work in cinema, remember?

Is it okay to just leave
Goebbels there?

His guards
have surely found him by now.

- And if he comes for dinner?
- He doesn't live with her.

She doesn't let him visit since
his affair with that Czech actress.

Quite right! Poor woman.

The chauffeur's dead when Goebbels
wakes up and finds him butt-naked.

Poor chauffeur,
it wasn't his fault.

Stop feeling sorry for people.
That's what brings us problems.

What's wrong?

Dearie, hide that head,
or those soldiers will cut it. Christ.

She says a flight leaves
for Paris in two hours,

and if we show this,
we shouldn't have any problems.

Thank you, thank you.

She says she'll find a way
to show her gratitude.

Tell her not to worry.

Everything's fixed.

Well, good-bye, everyone.

Come on, the plane's leaving.

Amazing,
how men complicate our lives.

'Bye, dear.

'Bye.

Take care, honey.

Take care of yourself.

Don't worry about us.
No one suspects us.

Don't waste any more time.
Be happy.

Thanks.

I've always been jealous
of you, bitch.

Here.

For you.

And you, relax.
I've seen nothing.

- Good luck, Macarena.
- 'Bye.

In Paris,
you connect for Argentina.

My friends
will find you work there.

And the film?

It's always the same.

The actress runs off
with an extra.

Don't say that!

It wouldn't have worked for us.
You know that.

Let's go.

The plane's taking off. Come on.

Let's go! Let's go.

Don't worry.

When we get to Paris, we'll dump
the Russian and think of her career.

Thanks.

And long live
the social revolution!

Long live!

- I'm sick of those damn flags.
- It's not even original.

It's an oriental religious symbol
meaning: peace, love, and happiness.

If Julián could hear you.

Julián.

If the Jew's on the plane

who did they grab
thinking it was the Jew?

I'm afraid that Julián
is about to be shot.

We must advise the ambassador.
Vaclav, Castillo, come with me.

The rest go back to the hotel.
The sooner we go, the better.

Taxi! Hotel Palace.

Julián, what happened?

Shit, Castillo.
They tortured me.

Me... the most fascist of all.

- Bastards.
- It's over. Let's go home.

The secret's out.
The film has been canceled.

Of course, without Macarena--

We'll be sent back to Spain.

You must remain here
until everything is cleared up.

Orders from Dr. Goebbels. Sorry.

Don't worry, Fontiveros. I'll speak
to Norberto. He'll sort things out.

Take care.

When the war's over,
we'll finish the film in Madrid.

Don't push, a little respect.
I'm the leading actress.

Take the dictionary.

I know all I need to.
And you might find it useful.