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LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED

When I was younger, so much younger than today,

I never needed anyone's help in any way.

But now these days are gone.

I'm not so self-assured.

Now I find I've changed, the contraction of "I have changed."

Now I find I've changed,

I've opened up the doors... Continue Pavón.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down.

And I do appreciate you being around.

Help me get my feet back on the ground.

It isn't mine. Honest.

Why are you here? Who expelled you from class?

Who threw you out of class?

I'll see you in my office.

What is this song about?

Pajuelo?

Asking for help?

That much we know from the title.

Me, me, me...

- What is he really saying? - Me, me, me...

Quinito.

It's about someone asking for help because they got old.

It's about success

and its loneliness.

Why "help" if he sells millions

and sings before thousands?

Ugena,

why do people need to be normal?

I don't know.

Or have pals they can trust?

To spend money...

To party...

Why not the contrary?

Maybe he doesn't need money

or partying...

What Lennon is screaming to us is "Help!"

"Help". Come on, everybody!

Help!

It would be better

to forget your love.

Better, perhaps, for both.

It was better when you said

that you loved me back.

Where's my baby?

You see my girl?

- No. - You haven't?

She's here. Tell them to let me see her.

Let go, it hurts...

It'll happen to you too...

please, please.

Don't go!

Please help me!

You've got to help me. Please help me!

- Please! - Why are you here?

How many times...

must I ask you to go?

I'll call the cops and tell them about you.

Get out of here!

Have we not helped you enough?

What's up?

Easy, Doña Mercedes,

open up and let's go in...

A rare viral disease has already caused four deaths

and ten more cases of varying degree in the province...

Come on, help your brothers set the table.

The symptoms are similar to polio

with a paralysis...

- Perfect. - All done, Pablo?

All set.

What a relief!

Take off the mask, we're eating now.

What if there's a poisonous gas attack?

Poisonous gas attack? Julia, call your brother.

- Juanjo! Come eat! - Don't sweep with the food here.

I'm just tidying up.

Come on, I'll finish. Sit down.

Dinner's served!

Following the arrest of the delinquent "El Lute"...

To the table and to bed, always come when called.

Mom, why do you make

rice every time Pablo comes here?

- Not always. - Always.

Can't you see old people don't have teeth?

Chewing is easier.

Look, I do have teeth.

Hey, cut the nonsense.

Isn't it true you like rice soup?

She loves it, mommy.

- Hallelujah! - Of course dear,

now leave the doll and eat.

Who's next?

Juanjo, he's the hardest, with those locks.

- I'm not cutting mine. - Right.

Let him touch it up a bit.

- I said no. - I can lend you my hairband.

Set the razor to zero. That'll show him.

Shut up, shrimp.

May I have some more?

Give me your plate,

so it doesn't spill.

First back from school gets a haircut.

Fine, thanks.

All this needless fuss.

Incidents like the bomb

in Palomares, Almería, have been overshadowed by...

But it's a nuclear bomb.

It's because of the tourists.

If the tourists stop coming, you tell me

- what'll be left here. - Like Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

But the bombs in Palomares were test bombs.

A confidence-restoring bath

by the minister and the U.S. ambassador...

Hon, hit the TV set.

...reassured the world that the waters of the Almerian sea

are still healthy and safe.

What a pair of whales...

Pablo, ask me the times table: start wherever you want.

Three times six?

Eighteen.

Let him try.

Nine times eight?

- Fifty-four. - Seventy-two, dumbo.

Shut up, so I can hear the report.

Pablo, do a good job. We celebrate a baptism Sunday.

I'll leave them looking like stars. All of them.

Mom, I'm not getting my hair cut.

You'll love it.

It'll be like removing a helmet.

No, Dad, it's my hair and I'll do what I want with it.

Come on. Pablo's doing us a favor by coming here.

Did I mention that thanks to him I met your mom?

After the war, I was sent to work in Gerona.

A thousand times.

Cut your hair, that's final.

"That's final".

Dream on.

Watch it, kid!

No haircut and there'll be hell to pay.

The rest of you just eat and shut up.

Take that for disobeying.

God... darn it.

- Come on, move it. - I go at my own pace.

- Ask me the times table. - You already know it.

I gotta split. Go upstairs.

- Coming home for dinner? - Of course, I'll be home.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

- Bye, Juanjo. - Bye.

I saw The Saint do it...

Don't say a word.

Is he leaving home?

It looks that way.

You may lose it jumping.

Better to lose it than worry about who has it.

Are you crazy? You can't do that.

- What about you? - What about me?

Why are you here then?

What's wrong?

Poor Josefina, she twisted her ankle.

You're putting on weight.

Ankles always suffer the most.

Come inside, it's getting cold.

Can I step out later to buy some sunflower seeds?

It's true about cravings.

She wants seeds and I want croquettes.

- I ate sixty-two yesterday. - What a cow!

They were tiny.

We'll go out tomorrow,

but put up your hair. You good-looking ones

have to be extra careful.

I spoke to your mom last night. I told her to come anytime.

And you believe her...

May I?

Don't be cross. I can walk you.

Going somewhere alone?

Share some seeds?

John...

Antonio San Román.

Anthony...

San Román,

Fill 'er up?

Sure, thanks.

Feeling okay?

I heard you vomiting.

I'm just dizzy. Thanks.

You want a sweet for the bad taste?

They're for coughs, but are multi-use.

They're for class.

I'm a teacher and the throat...

- You're not driving, are you? - No.

- Are you with anyone? - A man brought me.

- A man brought you... your driver? - No.

Are you hitch-hiking?

- Where are you headed? - Malaga.

I'm going to Almería if that works for you.

Who brought you... that guy?

I prefer not to ride with him.

He talks about his deceased wife and claims to see her in apparitions.

Let's do this...

I start up my car and you hop in.

My car's not much to look at, but at least I don't see things.

And if he gets mad?

And kills both of us like his wife?

You can bet he killed her.

Come on, ready?

All set.

- What do I owe you? - 60 pesetas.

Want any melons?

- They're cheap. - No, thanks.

Have a good trip.

Get down, civil guards.

They fine hitch-hikers ten pesetas.

And the other guy?

Your parents never told you to refuse rides from strangers?

And you?

Me? What? I'm no stranger.

- Antonio. English teacher. - Belén.

Girl, let go, I'm driving.

We speak English more and more.

"Okay", "hobby", "sweater".

It's the new Roman Empire.

I bet your boyfriend is American...

- I don't have a boyfriend. - Why not?

- Are your friends blind? - No.

You with no beau is like the Eiffel Tower without tourists.

I bet you had one and dropped him.

More or less.

Look,

here's a map.

See where's best for me to drop you off. I have no sense of geography.

Anywhere's good for me. Almería is just fine.

"Mr. Matchstick".

The kids call our geography teacher: "Mr. Matchstick".

Cos he's tall, thin, and has a big head.

What do you think they call me?

Come on, try and guess.

No idea.

Well, I'm not telling. Give it a shot.

I don't know...

Baldy?

Fatty? Four Eyes?

Hey, let's not get carried away.

It isn't mine. Honest.

The Angel of God

announced to Mary and she conceived by the Holy Spirit.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed are thou among women.

Here with the Lord's slave. Let it be to me, according to your word.

Speaking alone?

No, I was thinking...

In English?

Nooo...

Hey,

a Beatle...

- A Beatle? - The kid, the hair...

You don't mind, do you?

We're going to Almería.

Good for you?

Yeah...

Well, get in...

Hello.

Antonio, Belén... and you?

Juanjo.

Hi Juanjo, just push those things aside.

They belong to the kids.

Now you guys ask if I have kids and what not...

Some travel mates.

Do I have kids? Well, no I don't. Thanks.

I coach kids. Football.

Do you like football?

I used to...

"Used to", like when you were young, right?

How old are you?

Sixteen.

Did you quit school?

More or less...

More or less. Good answer.

Well, look, I'm more or less an English and Latin teacher,

which, though seemingly opposed, are more related than you realize.

Why do you think the English employ the word "table" to say mesa?

Because it comes from the Latin word tabula.

My students love English but claim Latin's useless...

I always reply:

So is your gramps, but without him you wouldn't be here.

Do you have another sweet?

Are you dizzy?

No, my stomach's just a bit upset.

Am I going too fast in this dragster?

It's my dad's.

He never uses it in the village and lent it

if I promised to visit more.

Is this your dad?

My dad, mom and siblings.

Eight? No kidding.

Yeah, they weren't fond of card games.

Ah, I get it.

Don't worry, I'll speak slower so you understand it all.

You're this one.

Nah, no thanks.

Keep 'em. I have plenty.

My voice fails me, that's why I don't speak much.

Oh yeah, I noticed.

Funny girl...

Well, I'm serious...

If not for my voice,

I'd been a singer.

Imagine, in Spain...

Like the Beatles?

Yeah...

How about you?

Ah, I don't know...

I like the Stones, Kinks...

Whoa, no, get out of my car.

Anyone disrespecting the Beatles

goes nowhere in my car. Get out!

Sorry, but you touched my soft spot.

Come on, get out.

- Antonio, it's no big deal. - No?

What if I insulted your pal

or your boyfriend? Or whatever, your favorite actor...

Who's your favorite?

Marlon Brando? What if I called Marlon Brando a faggot?

I don't know...

I didn't insult anyone, I just...

Get out of my car...

The Beatles are sacred.

This is a bit much.

This is my car and I'm boss!

- I'm leaving too. - Fine.

Let's go.

Let Mick Jagger drive you.

You both fell for it.

What a pair...

I'm doing this trip for the Beatles.

He's going to meet Lennon.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

To chat him up a bit.

- He's filming in Almería. - Gonna tell him a thing or two.

Think they'll let you? He's got very tight security.

What do you do with rabid fans who remove their knickers and storm the stage?

It must be a nightmare...

going out to sing and finding these nutcases...

That's what they want...

I guarantee that's not what Lennon wants.

In Spain, he said what most annoyed him

was that the best seats were reserved for VIPS and politicos,

while cops bashed heads outside Ventas.

My father was there...

- Really? - A head-basher, he's a cop.

In England, they say they're breaking up.

John wants to do other things like write,

work as an actor...

He's not half-bad either. You see "A Hard Day's Night"?

- Yeah. - I haven't.

The title's badly translated

because in English the phrase is nonsensical.

It's a solecism... No idea, right? Basically, an error in syntax.

John heard Ringo say once: "It's been a hard day's night."

I would've called it: The Night of a Dog Day.

- It's not the same. - It sounds worse.

Oh, so now you're the English experts.

Ignorance is bold.

You hear of Menéndez Pelayo?

Well, he was giving a conference here and cited Shakespeare...

Only he pronounced it Sake-speare, and everyone laughed at him.

You know what he did? He finished the talk in English.

What a country!

Anyone hungry?

- Yes. - Yeah.

The landlady makes my meals.

Not married?

Ah, well...

Teachers work with kids so much

that they end up not understanding adults.

- No, you eat 'em. - You, darn it...

You're a growing boy, come on...

Besides I have plenty. She thought my school nickname was "Fatty".

What was it?

See if you can guess.

- I said "Baldy". - Yeah...

My mom adds chopped onions except

for my sister, who hates 'em.

- How many are you? - Six. Three boys and three girls.

How lucky, both of you have big families.

And you?

I'm an only child.

Okay, now it's time to ask: why the hell are you hitch-hiking?

I'm sure you're both up to something.

I'm returning to mom in Malaga. And you?

Right, go on...

Why'd you run away?

- From a cop's house no less. - I didn't.

My parents know.

- You get on with your parents? - That's a good question.

Uh, dad's a bit of an ass, but he's good people.

You quit school?

I'm not sure...

I'm gonna clean up.

I'll help you.

- Think they'll let him meet Lennon? - You crazy?

He's lucky if he sees him...

He's convinced he will.

No, thanks.

Do you have a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Silence, kids...

Man...

It's muggy.

The sea must be near.

Yep.

"Almería,

home of moss, snot and bleary eyes."

Has to be the next village...

It's just outside the town, near the water.

That's what they told me...

If I knew there was this steep hill...

It overheats on hills. It's better to be safe...

How long'll you be?

I return tomorrow after speaking to him.

I can't miss a day of class.

I lied to Don Paco.

Who's Don Paco?

The Head of Studies. If he finds out...

he'll blow a fuse...

- and bash my head like a kid. - Jerk.

He spent ten years in the missions.

They dislodge a lot of wax there.

A female teacher broke some classmate's eardrum with a slap.

A female teacher?

Aren't women more gentle?

I had a nun who used to grab us like this

or double-slap you when she was inspired,

like playing cymbals.

So you went to a nun school? I thought as much.

The Herrarian Order from Malaga. We called them the Terror-Ians.

- And you studied with priests? - My parents had it easy.

The worst school in Madrid was next door.

Madrid's stifling...

Since I left school, I've been back three or four times.

It's always inhumanly big.

I'm an Antonio Machado man.

Easy strolls in the country...

In the distant hills, there is gold and blood...

the sun faded...

Poet, what is in the sunset?

Check it out...

I read a poem every night before dozing off.

It's a way of...

cleansing off the day's dirt, like a shower...

- You learn them by memory? - The memory is a muscle.

- Don't use it, you lose it. - Let the memory push...

I'm beat.

Come on, let's go...

Use the inertia...

Go Newton...!

Let's go...

- Come on... - I can't...

Your bag...

Oh, right...

Well...

good luck and thanks.

Same to you...

Be good.

Yep.

- Bye. - Uh, I'm leaving too.

Freshen up inside,

while I have a coffee...

Okay...

Well, then...

Bye, Juanjo.

Going far?

Nah.

Just taking in these pretty surroundings.

Go, wander... you won't have arrived till

you've lost it all.

Again, Don Antonio

Machado.

- You know where the hotel is? - Inside that door.

Ah... thanks.

Hello...

- Is this the Hotel Sol y Mar? - Yes.

- I'm the guy who called... - Mr. Antonio.

The same.

She can't enter.

- No, I'm alone. - She does not enter

without the Family Book.

She's freshening up

while I have a coffee.

Do they serve coffee?

They have everything.

- What do I owe you? I lost count? - Lost? One peseta.

- Bye. - Shit.

What a pain! This thing never opens.

Shit.

You hiring?

No, the sign's there for show.

- Interested? - Not me...

but perhaps...

I'll be right back.

Hello.

What's your name?

Bruno.

You see a young kid around here?

Are you counting waves?

Yes.

Bye.

I can take you to the station.

Maybe there's a train...

before it gets late.

Yeah, I should be going.

How far along are you?

No need to pretend...

Three months and some.

Promise me you won't do anything silly.

Sure you have a place?

Really?

Don't lie to me...

Hey, don't cry, come on...

I won't tell anyone.

If you were old enough to get in this pickle, surely

you're old enough to know what

you have to do, right?

Okay.

Okay, let's do this...

Keep the room and stay the night.

I'll check to see if he has a spare room.

- No, no... - My treat, really.

And tomorrow when you're rested...

figure out how to get to Malaga.

I can't accept, I've caused you enough bother.

I'll talk to the guy. Let's see if I can get what the heck he's saying.

Come on.

- How's super-boy? - So far he hasn't broken a thing...

- Catalan, another wine. - Coming up.

- Catalan? - From Torello.

Some accent, these people.

You need a doctorate to understand the hotel guy.

What are you, a fabric salesman?

No, but perhaps you could help me.

I'm trying to track down the film crew.

You mean the English?

I want to know

where they are tomorrow to meet them.

Let's see who might know...

Somebody around here is helping them...

That's fantastic.

Yeah...

- Evening. - Hi.

Catalan!

Serve us some rat-killer.

My new waiter will serve you.

Where'd you find Mophead?

Madrid, what do you think?

A true lady...

Don't be a ball-breaker...

Take this...

One peseta per shot...

- Second round's on you. - House never buys except

- when Barcelona wins. - Zero chance

that'll happen.

That bastard Ortiz de Mendibil. You're not pro-Madrid, are you?

No.

Sports are for kids.

Plus, it's a business.

Yeah, ten minutes of extra time...

Hey!

Wouldn't a ponytail look nice on him?

Leave him alone.

He looks girlish,

don't blame me.

Leave the kid alone.

Maybe fewer locks...

That's enough.

He's his guardian.

Who the hell is this?

He's here for the film shoot.

Hey, you know Damiana's son, who drives the water truck?

Yeah, I guess...

- Where are they tomorrow? - How should I know?

Tell you later. He'll be visiting his mom this evening.

No, no.

Muscatel's a tonic.

Somewhere to eat around here?

What do you think? Right here.

Another round, sweetie,

and bring some scissors.

Ball-breakers...

Tell me about it...

That guy lays a mitt on you and you're looking for your teeth in Granada.

Crew members have been seen sleeping off a hangover in Zapillo.

Those English sure can drink.

Italians are more the eating kind.

- What is this? - Bread with tomato.

Catalonia's major contribution to the world.

It's great.

Here, try it.

This register gets stuck...

Hey, what do they say about him?

- The singer? - Yeah.

That he moved from Delfín Verde to a bigger house in Almería.

And he has a Rolls Royce, which he drives around in.

It's got tinted windows and a megaphone.

Sometimes he greets people with it.

Once his car broke down and he had to use a taxi.

This country must seem prehistoric to him...

The world he's seen at 25, imagine filling entire stadiums...

Juanjo, listen...

Try this bread. It's manna from heaven.

My mother makes it.

- She's Catalonian. - I'll show you where you'll sleep.

- He sleeps here? - Yeah.

That room over there.

How did a Catalonian end up here?

The story is a bit long... That's my son.

What's he have?

Naming it won't cure him.

Right.

The milk... Bruno.

I was at the Aragon front in Teruel.

In a village called Lechago.

I helped a deserter, who they wanted dead.

- Mussolini's men? - Yeah.

The first hint of gunfire and he was running for dear life.

Good people, Domenico, solid guy.

After the war, when I lost my job at the post office...

we kept writing, so I visited him in Rimini to see it...

Domenico had a sister,

and the sister loved the sun...

Well, Almería has plenty of sun... so this is where Bruno was born.

- He was born that way? - Yes...

He seemed normal.

Then you see he can't stand, he can't crawl...

And the mother?

María Concetta...

She commutes from Italy. I suppose she tired of the sun and me.

Life with Bruno is hard.

Hooking up with a spaghetti western cameraman didn't help either...

but she returns for short stints at a time.

You know what's the worst?

I actually wait for her.

I used to cry when I told the story.

Now, it seems like it happened to someone else...

Funny, huh?

The more time passes, the less you care.

Distance is wisdom... it happens a lot with the kids.

They tend to blow things out of proportion,

then realize with the years that it was all for naught...

It's just the moment...

Hey, that's the second one you consumed. You'd better not run up a tab...

It's a mess, I know. Just like the guy before you left it.

There are some clothes which may fit you.

For showering, use the hose from the cistern.

Don't use too much water. It hasn't rained since March.

I'll lock it outside. Use the other door. What will you do?

- We're leaving now. - Yeah.

You can remove this if it doesn't inspire you.

Can I use the phone?

He should call his parents...

Behind the bar, but be brief. It's long distance.

I need your identity card

for your personal data.

Of course.

Here it is.

Juan José.

- Bona nit. - Good night.

Bye...

Bruno, let's go to sleep.

Good evening.

Good evening.

- Turning in? - Yep,

- turning in... - A new day...

- Strong accents here. - No,

we don't have them. Cadiz and Granada have strong accents.

Yep, real strong accents.

But not here...

- Rest the people. - Good night.

Did you hear that?

"Rest the people", that's a solecism.

I understand nothing.

Want to come tomorrow

and see a film shoot?

I don't know...

Meet John Lennon...

and brag to all your mates...

Okay.

We have to get up early.

- Good night. - Good night.

Antonio...

Yes?

Thanks for everything.

Thanks for the company.

I'll be back when Dad cools off.

It's not just the hair, Mom, it's everything.

I'm fed up I guess...

It did him good to speak to Modesto.

It cooled his jets some.

I told him that he has to give in sometimes too.

Where are you staying?

Oh, son,

tell me something, a lie even, anything to ease my worry.

Are you eating well?

Yes, I'm eating fine.

Take it easy, really...

I took the picture you painted to be framed.

It's embarrassing... you're not going to hang that up.

I like it.

Ah, good morning...

Someone hates rising...

Yep, me...

My mom taught me to rise early.

"Someone has to turn on the sun", she'd say. Come here, look...

There it is, "turned on" for you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Is this where Lennon is shooting that English film?

Yeah, it's here, but...

I teach English, you can check... I'd like to talk to him.

No unauthorized personnel...

Why not?

Because there are too many gawkers and onlookers.

I understand, but I'm not here to raise a ruckus...

We've come from Albacete, La Mancha

to see him.

Just a minute, alright?

Well... just wait in your car and I'll check for you with

the English. Stay in your car.

Ball-busters... they won't even let us get near.

A man wants to pass...

Let's see...

He can't pass if he's unauthorized.

Production says no unauthorized persons are allowed to pass.

Where's production? Surely there are offices here...

Go to Almería for that.

- Do me a favor and let me pass. - No favors.

Darn it...

Can't we get to where they are by walking around these guys?

We could also just walk straight through and get shot...

- Are they over there? - That's what he said.

Then again, it could be his day off.

Who knows... who the heck knows?

They're there...

The camp is huge...

It even has tanks...

There's the Rolls...

John! John!

Mister Lennon! John!

Get down from there, you fool.

Get down!

Lennon!

Hey, if you don't shut up...

I'll bring you up on charges.

Okay, I'll come down...

but I really don't see what's so hard and

- what the fuss is... - I said go!

Get out!

What a pain in the ass...

Sorry, I didn't realize...

- Are you okay? - Yeah, sure...

Want to go to the station?

What will you do?

Let me help you.

They have to eat and sleep somewhere

at the end of the day.

Yeah, but what do I tell that ogre Don Paco?

I don't know...

the car broke down...?

Out, get out... it could explode.

Is the ignition on?

What?

It's the head gasket.

Oh, darn it...!

Why does everything always go wrong?

The civil guard can call you a tow truck.

It's nothing.

You know a lot...

Have a hankie?

This sun's dangerous...

unless you know how to turn it off.

Go on...

Go...

Don't worry about the car. The mechanic's a real ace.

He arrived a hippie and now knows cars inside out.

He services my van whenever it acts up.

Hi...

Why the beach sand?

To preserve the humidity.

What's my name?

What?

Here...

Delicious.

Strawberries respond to heat, that's why they're so sweet.

So you think the driver can get me into the film shoot?

The kid delivers the water to them.

I don't know if he goes daily or even if it would be a problem.

I hate doing it, but I'd hate missing Lennon more...

Right...

Eh? What are you saying?

In confidence, how about the girl,

what is she to you?

Nah, nothing...

poor thing...

she's like the other kid, kids are very desperate in this country.

Their futures are bleak.

You dropping a sermon on me?

What do you want? Want to tell me a secret?

Come on, let's go outside. Careful, don't trip.

You like strawberries?

I love them...

Well, take them. I'm up to my neck in strawberries.

- You have a new friend? - Yes.

His favorite thing is music. Right, Bruno?

It's an oven in there.

Perianes!

Come, Daddy...

Coming, Bruno, coming...

Down you go. Watch your hands.

Take the strawberries. I'll close up later.

Come on, Bruno. Let's go to the box.

- Afternoon, Josefo. - Afternoon.

Okay, here,

we've arrived.

There's the kid...

Goddammit...

Animals.

I'm fine.

- They turned the place upside down. - It's okay.

There's peroxide and cotton in the medicine cabinet.

You were here and did nothing?

It's kid stuff.

Kid stuff? Out of here!

Anything hurt beside your pride?

Come on, out!

Darn it!

We'll press charges...

Forget it, these towns are tiny.

Antonio.

Yeah...

Did you see Lennon?

Hey, Julian!

Cynthia...

You won't believe I studied hairdressing for six months.

Didn't you like it?

I did, but I had to quit. It was in Malaga.

You have beautiful hair. Great texture.

Yeah, people really love it around here.

Don't be alarmed when you see it.

Relax, I was sick of having it long.

You drew these?

Presto!

Not so bad, huh?

You do have a gift...

So do you...

You do them from memory?

A neighbor taught me.

Sometimes I help him repair a plaster virgin

that's missing a finger or nose.

I have news...

Every afternoon the Cervantes cinema cancels the 8 pm session for

a look at the prior day's rushes.

Director and crew all go.

Will they let me in?

That depends...

I can write a note to John explaining...

How are you? Your hair looks great.

You need a hairdresser?

You?

It works!

The register drawer was jamming.

What if we go to the previous session?

We hide when the theater empties out.

All this bother just to meet some guy.

Now, Cardinale...

what a woman!

We go to today's matinee.

Look, we're pirates...

Going to the farm?

I'm visiting a sister who's expecting.

Hop in, there's plenty of room.

Come on, lady... use the other door.

Ooh, a priest.

- Do we scare you? - No, my brother's in the seminary.

My leg fell asleep.

Come over here.

Look, he cut his hair and is wearing glasses.

He's myopic but hides it.

Didn't he come?

No... I guess not...

Let's go, we have to move quietly.

This way, this way...

Wish me luck.

- Good luck. - Luck.

Let's see if he's convincing.

That's a hairpiece,

my instructor told me.

Manolo Escobar?

John Wayne wears a wig.

- Seriously? - And Frank Sinatra...

What are you...?

There's nothing showing.

And the Escobar flick?

Starts at 10...

We have to wait till 10?

Not here, in the street...

The Escobar movie starts at 10.

- What? - Where did he...?

He says we have to wait outside...

Yeah... out now.

We'll be back.

Out!

- He loves Escobar... - Who... me?

How did it go?

Like they say: I need a drink.

Come on, go outside.

The key is to catch the song

on Radio Luxemburg and record it

before it comes out in Spain.

That way kids pretend to know the lyrics

and translate them for adults.

Hey, it works, it's a pedagogi... fact,

Pedagogi... Pe-da-gog-i-cal...

- I continue straight? - Yes, straight ahead...

I learn the lyrics by ear,

but it's impossible not to miss things.

It looks ugly to leave blanks in the notebooks.

They have a nasty habit of

omitting lyrics on LPs.

Why?

How do I know? That's what what I want to discuss with John.

I'll show him the notebooks

and say: John, give us a break.

These are kids from Albacete, John, yes, Albacete...

- Why Albacete? - He teaches there...

Albacete, capital...

You have a license?

No...

But you know how to drive?

Let's hope so...

My point exactly...

People learn when they want, when they're motivated...

you know? They learn on their own. Not from books or a teacher.

I know that someday my students will tell their kids:

My teacher taught me English with "I wanna hold your hand".

Which means: let me grab you by the hand...

These are life-saving songs.

To know someone before you felt

what you're feeling at this moment...

You're no longer alone.

We all need to shout "help"

sometime in life... Help!

Like John. Help!

Come on, Help!

- Go straight? - Yeah, straight ahead.

The irregular verbs will come later.

Who cares if they mock me? Know what I'm called?

- What? - Yes, what?

Turn, you'll miss...

Well...

Let's go to sleep.

Tomorrow will be historical.

- Good night, Juanjo. - Night, Antonio.

- Good night. - Night.

Some Beatles songs will last forever.

They touch people... they're happy or sad songs.

You know why?

Because life is happy and sad...

You know John, too, was an unwanted child...

conceived on a Saturday night after one too many drinks,

cast aside to a lonely world,

but also to life, Belen...

You're beautiful,

you don't need to suffer, you can't suffer...

Everything's going to be happy and sad, you'll see...

Can I kiss you?

Of course...

I'm going to sleep...

I only want you to think of one thing... okay?

Would you marry me?

Think about it.

I would marry you.

It's been weeks since I had one.

Why?

I was living with some people where it wasn't allowed. Want some?

No, no... I get dizzy.

My dad smokes cigars... they stink.

I'm gonna turn on music.

...Paul to the Corinthians: "Love is patient and humble;

it is selfless, it does not envy, but rejoices in truth..."

She's gorgeous.

She is Ramon's favorite...

Look at these features...

I'm not like her...

But you're pretty too...

You think?

Yes.

You can't know too many girls.

Enough...

Enough...

I have eyes, you know...

You like looking at other girls?

I like looking at you.

But I'm not like the girls in those movies.

Come, come...

Here's where I tell you I'm pregnant...

You're kidding?

Yeah, a three-and-a-half month old joke.

Sorry...

There's nothing to be sorry about...

I told you I'm not what you imagine.

Come here, sit beside me.

Did I scare you?

No.

Well, I'm scared.

My mom sent me to a place where they care for you until childbirth.

Later, if I want, they become the baby's guardian.

I can return home without the neighbors bugging my mom about it.

I could even marry the pharmacist Don Ricardo's son...

who's praying for this.

Right...

They call him "Pellets"...

Because he sprays, doesn't say words.

He once told me: "I'm crazy about you".

And sprayed half my face with spit...

What about the father?

The father might as well be John Lennon...

I...

don't want anyone to decide for me...

No one can force you to do anything...

I love you...

Keep it up with those fantasies...

How about going to Madrid?

- What's there? - It's a big city...

No one knows you...

And I know no one.

Now you know me...

I know you?

Really?

Who are you?

Want me to tell you what's next?

I bet it's already happened to you...

You desire a girl,

you love her,

you tell her so...

You say you'll stay together...

and then,

you feel zip.

Don't say that...

It was better when you said

that you loved me too...

now it's all over...

It was better when you thought

you needed me

now it's all over...

They grew, they're not always this big...

It'd be better...

to forget your love...

It'd be better,

perhaps for both of us,

perhaps for both of us...

Hey! We gotta go now...

I'm not having breakfast,

I can't...

One-two, testing... testing...

Hey, let's go. We have to get there early.

I don't know if I can go...

Good morning...

Top of the morning...

- Your car's fixed. - Thanks a lot.

I'm taking the kid, okay? It could be unforgettable.

Some assistant... he spends more time with you than on the job.

What's this?

It's a gift...

This kid's a gem. See?

What's your goal? To rot in a town where lizards and stones are king?

And Belen?

She left, she didn't even sleep in the hotel...

Look, I know from experience.

To understand women, it's better not to try.

Who knows what they want...

Take me... all-heart and lonelier than an old fart.

Those are the drums of Calanda,

the symbol of Holy Week in Spain.

There she is. It's her...

Belen.

What are you doing?

Hi...

Sir, wanna buy a chumba?

Who are you?

- Miguel. - Miguel?

No school?

- What school? - The one kids go too.

So they can learn to read and write.

I help Mother...

Let's see what I have...

Look...

Well... here,

wait.

Wait, I have something better.

Look... here. You like it?

And to eat?

Here.

Thanks, bye.

Coming?

Let's go.

Kids, only I can go.

John is very shy...

No, of course...

Really? Well, off I go.

Wait, wait...

You look smart...

- Look... - It's him.

He did it.

Come on, you're really good.

Thanks.

Not too much. I have a wedding on Saturday.

No, no...

You see? You now work in the movies.

Let's dance.

A twist... come on.

- I can't dance... - It's really easy...

It's like putting out a cigarette...

Come, give me your hands.

Give me them.

Don't be shy.

Don't know if it was the tea,

that strong tea he drinks...

or the grass.

He had some grass-laced cookies

and I couldn't say no...

I almost fell.

Not coming in?

It's great...

Bond... James Bond.

The strange thing is that someone so famous

talking to me,

like we knew each other...

We filled in the blanks...

with colored markers.

Yellow for "Yellow Submarine"...

What did you talk about?

He promised to come to class someday...

I told him that the kids were modest

and he said: Better.

We talked about when he went to school.

His teachers were a sad lot.

We have that in common.

Bad teachers are not the worst.

Sometimes, if you have talent,

a bad teacher can help you decide to

never accept without questioning first.

That's how absurd our job is.

Pass the Jumilla before it gets warm.

What else did he say?

We spoke about his mom a lot.

And Liverpool too. Who knows why?

We hardly spoke about the Beatles...

or if the group will continue...

Really, they're separating?

He hates touring...

He wants to be an actor?

He already is one...

I meant: work in movies.

Marlene's legs... he said he was very impressed

with Marlene Dietrich's legs after meeting her at a party,

she was leaning against a piano.

She had incredible legs...

He was sunburnt... he's so white.

He sang part of a song...

- He sang! - He played it

on a guitar he bought from a gypsy.

Look, these are done.

He recorded it here.

He said: "Hope the kids like it".

Here it is...

This is where he wrote it. It doesn't have a title yet.

So you're friends now...

Of course, didn't you hear me say he's coming...

Wait till you see the kids' faces...

when he walks into the classroom.

Get those greasy fingers outta there...

That's what I recorded?

Is that him?

What are you doing?

Forget it, okay...

Let me say something

really important:

You can't live in fear.

Too many people live in fear in Spain.

But you're young

and you need to change things, damn it.

You need to erase fear.

Life is like a dog: if it smells your fear...

it bites you...

I think you have to apologize to the kid...

- He didn't like it? - No.

He didn't like it and neither did I.

Well, you don't need one.

Look, I know it's hard to apologize to a stranger,

especially to a young kid, but I think you should.

Would you leave me alone!

Never let anyone steal your dignity.

That animal learned a lesson today...

- I'll wash your car for a peseta. - Let us wash it for you.

Come on... but you guys have to wash it first.

I'll pay you after you wash it.

- Let's go for the pail. - Bruno, watch 'em closely.

Make sure it shines.

Can you take me to the station?

Of course.

- Say hi to Lennon's pal! - It went well?

Juanjo,

we're going home

for your sister's baptism.

I'll go for my things...

I called last night. Had to.

You did right.

- What do I owe? - On the house.

- Take care of our pirate flag. - Okay.

- Will you do it? - Yes.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

Can we take her to Madrid? She was going by train.

Of course.

- Come, we'll bring you to Madrid... - Juanjo...

My parents know someone who owns a hairdresser's.

You're crazy...

Come on, say goodbye to everybody.

Relax, Bruno.

Here, this is for you.

Here...

To remember.

You have a great son.

You've raised him right.

"The Fifth Beatle".

What?

My school kids...

they call me "The Fifth Beatle".

You know where I am,

- if you need anything... - Thanks...

Don't leave without some strawberries...

Hey, mister, we're finished. Your car's clean!

Wait.

- What's in his eyes? - It's the trachoma.

We'll sure miss you around here.

Where you going, shithead?

Fuck you and yours!

I catch you, you're dead, motherfucker!

You cut your hair.

What's that?

A song...

This is the music people like now?

Following Lennon's visit to Spain in 1966,

all Beatles albums included song lyrics.

This film was shot in Almería and Madrid and is dedicated to Palmira.

This story stemmed from its tears.