El camino (1963) - full transcript

A boy is separated for the summer from his girlfriend by 100 kilometers distance.

Seen this way, casually, the village
was no different from many others.

However, to Daniel "The Owl",
that valley meant a lot.

He was born here, and he never
crossed the chain of mountains.

He liked the smell of the grass,

or listening to the gloomy
murmur of river waters

that ran with the strength of
a cataract among the stones.

His was a small village,
withdrawn and coarse,

but for Daniel "The Owl" his village
was very different from any others.

But don't you see? All this is premature,

and a boy in the city
costs money, as I told you.

It's a decided matter,
don't make me talk further about this.



After the day of the Virgin, he'll march
to the city to start the school term.

What I could never be I want
my son to have at his feet.

But we can't be apart from him,
he's our only child,

and my belly is dry. You know that.

Don Ricardo said the last time,
I was left sterile after my miscarriage.

Leave it, it can't be helped.

Don't dig into things
which have no remedy.

If only we'd had a girl!

Father, Caganera is
a bit depressed, she won't sing.

Leave the birds alone.

Don't you have enough by them
having spread on you the hairless spots?

They're going to infect
the little hair you still have.

God, what a punishment!

Come on, go to Quino's
for half a liter of red wine.



And don't dawdle.

Carmen, wait.
Are you going to Pipi's store?

If you hurry...

Here, go play.

Hello, Owl. Going to Quino's?

- Yes.
- I'm going with you.

Look.

- Bah, it's just a greenfinch.
- It's a goldfinch!

- Come on.
- Is it that Uca's expecting you, idiot?

- Uca, Uca!
- Shut up.

- Calm down.
- What do you want from Uca, lads?

Here, take a sip of cider, if you fancy.

Touch it, touch it, if you want.

- Since when do you have it, Quino?
- Almost seven years.

How was it, Quino?

It was my brother, you know?
He was a woodcutter.

In competitions,
he always won the first prize.

He'd split a thick log in a few minutes,
before anyone else.

- In how many minutes, Quino?
- Three or four.

One day, my wife had already died,

he told me: "Quino, hold this log for me,

I'm going to split it with four chops."

That was just a saying,
he never split logs with four chops.

That day I held it tight, but when
he was about to swing his axe,

I raised my hand to warn him, and chomp!

And the hand landed four meters away.

Yes, yes, it jumped like a splinter.

And the hand just stood there?

What, man? I went to pick it up myself.

It was still hot. You know?

And fingers twisted themselves
up like the tail of a lizard.

Will you let me have another drink, Quino?

Drink, that's going
to fix your bald spots.

Uca, give the wine to Tiñoso.
I'm going to feed the rabbits.

Has the doe delivered yet?

- Eight.
- I'm going with you to see them.

Why look at me like that, Uca?
Do I have monkeys on my face?

No.

Owl, is it true that
you're moving to the city?

- Yes.
- Why?

Because my father wants me to progress.

Owl, what does he mean by progress?

How should I know?

I think making more money
than your father by working, at least.

That is progress.

- And do you want to?
- What?

- To progress.
- No.

You want some, Uca?

Curate, I say that if you want,
I could carry the Virgin around town.

But it must be under one condition:
that they leave me alone.

Son, I appreciate your will
and don't doubt your strength,

but the image weighs over 200 kilos.

I could handle 100 kilos extra, Father.

It wouldn't be the first time.

- So, a swallow?
- Thank you.

- Good morning, Don José.
- Good morning, girls.

Beauteous!

Hello, is Moñigo at home?

He's there inside,
fighting with his sister.

If I don't take a sip, the forge will
not make the carbide into the iron.

Stop.

So, Owl? When do you
leave for the city to study?

I don't want to study.

Now that's good. What do you want?

To be strong like you.

And your father, what does he say?

I'll go see Roque.

Animal, worse than an animal,

you were an animal
even before you were born.

I've already apologized, Sara.
What more do you want?

You're grounded, rascal!

Moñigo! Moñigo!

Who yells that gross name?

In this house everyone has
a Christian name, so fuck off!

"When my feet, losing their movement,
warn me that my stay

in this world is coming to an end.

Merciful Jesus, have mercy on me.

"When my eyes glazed
and bulged with horror

of an imminent death stare at
you their languid and dying looks..."

Merciful Jesus, have mercy on me. Well!

"When by the loss of my senses
the world slips out of my sight

and I groan in anguished
at the last agony,

- and the embrace of death..."
- "And the embrace of death..."

Merciful Jesus, have mercy on me.

Are you finished or not?

- Have you repented?
- No.

- Then I won't open up.
- Open it, or I'll knock down the door!

The punishment is over.

You got me less afraid than on other days.

Shut up, rascal, or one day I'll kill you,

I don't know what else to do with you!

- Are you coming, Moñigo?
- Sure. And Tiñoso?

He's waiting for us in Indiana's field.

Did you hear Sara? She actually
believes she scares me with that nonsense.

She scared me, anyway.

Bah, don't listen!

All that glazed eyes and feet
that don't move's just nonsense.

My father says that when
you die you don't even notice.

And how would your father know?

How the hell should I know?
Maybe my Mom told him when she died.

With reading with confidence, writing to be
understood, to know the four rules, sand all the rest.

And 14 years of studying, you realize.

It's what I say:

is there anything so difficult
that it takes 14 years to study?

And after so much study, the gentlemen of the
city can't distinguish a jay from a goldfinch.

And dung from manure.

Step back, Moñigo.

I'd like to go to town, too.

Does your father want you progress, too?

My father? My father said
that no progress can be made

when you have nine siblings.

Hey, you, you're going to hit Mica's car!

It's convertible.

It's a Ford.

Is it true that the Indian, in Mexico,
has three coastal steamers?

How should I know?

Why do they call the
daughter of the Indian Mica?

Ask her.

Mica's coming down.

And Indiano. How fat he is!

The lassies of the city
have skin that looks like silk.

That's called skin, they have skin.

In metropolis,
there are many women who have that.

In villages, not so much,
because the sun burns their skin.

That's not why. I know why it's like that.

The lassies treat themselves
with creams and potions.

And I know even more.

Do you know why Mica's skin won't wrinkle,
and why it's so delicate?

Tell us, if you know so much.

Because she gets an
enema every night before bed.

That's what all movie stars do,
says my father.

And Don Ricardo, the doctor,
has told him that may be true,

because old-looking
comes from having dirty guts.

- Come on, Tiñoso.
- Right.

Come in.

Father, Guindilla wants to talk to you,

she says it's urgent.

Arsene, how many times must I tell you

not to call people by their nicknames?

Go, on, bring her in.

Good evening, Father.

Be seated.

Oh, Don José!

What is it, child? Has something
happened to your sister?

What could possibly happen to her?

With Don Dimas,
the officer of the bank, she's plenty.

Why, then, these nerves?

Don José, I think I'm a heretic.

But how could you have
thought of such nonsense?

Yesterday I read a book
about religion in England.

It turns out that heretics
are a clear majority there.

I don't see the connection, daughter.

Do you think that if I had been
born in England, I would be a heretic?

It wouldn't surprise me.

Don't you see, Father?

Then I blame myself, I would be a heretic
if I'd been born in England.

Lola, for God's sake! Go on!

I have another doubt, Father.

If the apostles fell asleep and
Jesus was left alone, praying,

how would we know,
and through whom, then,

that the Redeemer sweated blood?

Do you think I can receive communion,
with this failure of faith?

Daughter, those things
we know by revelation.

Go on, go on.

So can I trust you, Irene?

It seems you have some doubts.

I worry you might be
swayed by your sister.

She'll find out once
it's out of her hands.

That will end her
misgivings. Don't you think?

Make sure. Won't you back down?

No, Dimas.

- Gang way!
- Careful.

Good morning.

Goodbye.

Yuck, my God, such flies!

You bet, especially how many dead flies!

- You're talking about me?
- For who else?

Does it look decent in broad daylight,
flirting with that...?

Sister, I don't know where your
animosity toward Dimas comes from.

He's the best man I've ever known.

Today I spoke about our money

and he quickly explained
how to invest it safely.

And you've also told him that money
doesn't even amount to 10,000 pesetas?

No, of course not,
I haven't mentioned the sum.

You know what I mean?
That man is a crook who's making fun of you.

Don't you realize that
you're the talk of the town?

I think there's nothing special about
a man and a woman getting along.

Give me a break.

It's just that all you women
of the town are envious of me.

That's all that's happening.
Starting with you.

Me? Me, jealous of you?

But do you know what you're saying?

San Antonio help us! What do you want?

A bottle of wine vinegar.

- You don't know what you're saying.
- Me?

- Look, a stork.
- I don't see it.

Where's it going?

Surely it's the one the teacher
from Cullera is expecting.

Why would a teacher expect a stork?
So can you walk yet?

What brings new kids, then?

- Birth.
- Birth?

Yes, birth. Have you ever
seen a rabbit give birth?

- Yes.
- There you are, then!

It's just the same, just that instead of a
rabbit it's a woman, the mother of yours.

You know, I always had my
doubts about the stork story.

Why on Earth would mother
have ten visits from the stork,

and the neighboring Chata, none at all?

And you're sure that's true, Moñigo?

It hurts like hell, you know?

How do you know these things, Moñigo?

Any Christian knows that except you,
because you're perpetual fools.

My mother died from
the pain when I was born.

She wasn't sick or anything,
she just died of pain.

Later they get sick, right?

They get sick when they see the child.

Children are born with
the body covered with hair,

and no eyes, no ears, or noses,

they just have a big mouth to suck with.

After they're born, they grow the eyes,
ears, and noses, and everything.

A water dodo bird!
He who doesn't catch him is a faggot!

My turn, Moñigo.

Let me see it.

Owl!

Eh, Owl! Now you will be
ashamed of being seen in the buff?

See if it gets away from you.

Nah, look, look, she slipped!

The telegram said he'd arrive today.

Did you lose something, Don Dimas?

Nothing, Cuco, no, thanks.

Go on, go ahead and cross.

I'm scared, Dimas. You see how silly I am.

I will make you a fine lady, I promise.

How good you are, Dimas!

Come on, come on.

Lepórida? Yes, I'm Cuco.

Up you go. Hurry.

- The Guindilla has escaped.
- Good God!

Yes, she's gone.
Well, see you later, Chata.

CLOSED OUT OF DISGRACE

That cow's here again.

My God, Arsenia!

Can't speak about others
with a little more love?

Oh, Don José, what a disgrace!

Calm down, dear.

- But...
- Yes, I know.

Cuco told me everything.

I have a horrible doubt, Father,

a doubt gnawing in my gut.

Irene, my sister, is she a prostitute?

Silence, daughter, by God!
Don't talk nonsense.

The woman who gives herself to
a man in love is not a prostitute, no.

Father, anyway what Irene
has done is a great sin,

a disgusting sin, isn't it?

Yes, daughter, but not irreparable.

I know Don Dimas and
he doesn't seem like a cad.

They'll get married.

And don't forget, when talking about
your sister, what the Gospel says:

Judge not lest ye be judged.

But there's something else, Father.

My sister has succumbed
to the heat of blood.

It's her blood that has sinned.

Don't you understand, Don José?

I have the same blood!

I could have done the same thing!

I confess, I confess,
Father, with all my heart!

Go, daughter, go to your house

and calm yourself,
you bear no fault in this.

We'll fix things for Irene in due time.

You don't have any guilt.

- Go on now.
- Thanks, Don José.

Go on.

- Are you scared?
- Kind of.

What if Pascualón hears us?

He must be in Chano's tavern,
playing card games.

Come on!

- Is it OK to steal apples?
- Didn't you ask the priest?

- Yes, like the Guindilla.
- And what did he tell you?

That if the theft is from someone very rich,
very rich, and the thief steals an apple

to keep from starving,
then God will forgive him.

And isn't Indiano a rich,
very rich, and you, a starveling?

Owl, you gather up what I shake down.

Hurry!

My shirt's already filled.

Hey, you guys, Mica's car has arrived!
What do we do now?

Get down quick, before you're seen.

Come on down, Moñigo,
we have enough apples!

- I'm coming.
- Out the back way, Tiñoso!

Shit! The first one to
jump the wall is a faggot!

Where are you going, running like that?

So it's you who've
been stealing the apples.

And you've taken quite enough.

I guess you like them.

Yes.

All right,
so you three are just common thieves.

Come on, don't be afraid.

I won't do anything to you this time.
I'll let you go.

But you must promise me that
from now on, when you want apples,

you'll just ask me.

And no more leaping over
the wall like you were robbers.

Now you may go,
and take what you're hiding.

Come on, Little Owl, you're as bewitched.

You can come back whenever you want.

One.

Two.

Oh, María Uca Uca, daughter!

- You'll want a little cereal, right?
- OK.

María Uca, daughter,
who washes your clothes?

My father.

- And who makes your food?
- My father.

- And who washes your face and ears?
- Nobody.

- You like it?
- Yes.

- Do you have enough sugar?
- Yes. Ow!

Did that hurt, daughter?

No, it's just that
I'd rather comb it myself.

Owl.

Oh, Mariuca!

Come here.

There we are.

Go. This way you look more interesting.

Owl, I know where there's a nest of jays,
with feathered chickens.

- Tell me where it is.
- Come with me and I'll show you.

Where do you say the nest is?

There.

Uca, Uca, why are you
always staring at me?

I like looking at you.

Well, knock it off. You hear me?

I told you not stare. Didn't you hear me?

Owl, is it true that you like Mica?

It's none of your business
whether I like the Mica or not.

She's older than you,
by at least 10 years.

- Look, there's a star out already.
- Where?

There. Don't you see it?

Owl, is it possible that if a star falls,
it never hits the bottom?

I don't know what you mean.

- The stars are in the sky, eh?
- Yes, that's what the teacher says.

Well, that's what I'm saying:

if a star falls and doesn't hit the
ground or grinds against another star,

doesn't it ever get to the bottom?
Does the air never end?

Don't ask me these questions,
Moñigo, I get dizzy.

Dizzy, or you get scared?

Maybe both.

- I'm going to tell you something.
- What?

I'm afraid of the stars, too,
and all those things that never end.

But don't tell anyone --- you know ---
if Sara finds out, I'll get into a fist.

Bring the grasshopper. Wow, it flew!

You call yourselves Christians,

but it's really a shame how
you abuse the Lord's Day.

God Himself created the world in
six days and rested on the seventh.

And He was God, and as God,
in fact, He wasn't tired,

and yet He rested.

He rested to teach men

that Sunday was to be a day of rest.

Yet what do you do?

Young couples traipse
the meadows and forests.

To sanctify the Lord?

In fact, quite the opposite.

And others, to get drunk,
and bet their dough at the tavern.

You come together just to sin.

Even if not to sin,
you still ignore the existence of others.

I assure you that in reality,
come doomsday,

there will be very few people
at the right hand of our Lord

if current practices are
not radically amended.

However, I have hope for
your consciences to speak out

for the salvation of your souls.

Because in reality, this, my children...

There's still time.

Not more than 14, actually.

Fine.

- Go on.
- Come on, speak up.

- You go on.
- Yeah.

Priest, is it in our power to
amend these corrupt customs?

What can we do, Father?

Tell us, Don José.

Tell us.

My daughters, it is in your
hands if you're well prepared.

I had thought of organizing a center

where youths could be diverted
without offending the Lord.

At six, we could show movies
on Sundays and holidays.

Films, Don José?

Sure! That films will reflect
only strict Catholic morality.

We can do this at Pancho's place.

The godless wretch won't
lend us his farmhouse, Father,

he'd die before lending us the
farmhouse for so holy a goal.

Don't make rash judgments, daughter.
Pancho, basically, isn't evil.

Father, can you be good
without believing in God?

Of course, daughter, of course.

Goodness doesn't pertain
to anyone in particular.

Well, never mind.

Pancho, just to earn a penny,
would dare sell his soul to the devil.

Daughters, remember
what I said in the sermon?

That we must love our neighbor.

And the neighbor is
in this case is Pancho,

even if he says he doesn't
believe in God. Poor soul!

Is this clear?

Sure, one is not going to be able to
open her mouth even in one's own home.

Well, let's get to the point, daughters.

You, Lola, you speak to Pancho
about the farmhouse.

I'll look into a projector
in the city next week.

And now let's go,
because I haven't had breakfast yet.

Next to this tree a dead man
is buried, since war.

- No way!
- That's what people say.

Where can it be?

He should already be ashes, not even
bones should remain. Bring the knife.

Do you think that when she dies,
Mica will smell bad, like the others,

and will waste away to dust?

Mica will never smell bad,
not even when she dies.

This kid is stupid! Mica, when she dies, will
smell like hell just like every common people.

The express! Let's dare it in the tunnel!

Last week we did it three times.

But it wasn't steam, it was electric.
This will scare us more.

Furthermore, today we're going
to dare it while having a dump.

Come on.

We shit as they pass.
Whoever doesn't is a faggot.

What if someone doesn't want to go?

He'll get the need as soon as
he hears the train getting close.

Hurry, it seems to be getting closer.

Are you already?

- Yes.
- Hold on to your knees.

- This time it was worth it.
- Be careful not to walk in it.

- What about my pants? I don't see them.
- They have to be here. Did you do it?

- Yes.
- Me too.

Eh!

- It's a piece of my pants.
- Really?

So torn up they are!
Nobody would dare wear them.

I won't go back to town looking like this.

We can't stay here
for the rest of our lives.

ENTERTAINMENT FILM

I'll show you, take that!

According to the law, smoking is
punishable under the penalty of 10 pesetas.

Decoroso, have you already determined
where we'll have the intermission?

With a single machine,
we'll take a few breaks along the way.

Great.

THE MIRACLE OF FÁTIMA

This cinema business will bring a
lot of culture to the town, you'll see.

"The Bell of Huesca.

King Ramiro issued a
parliament gathering in Huesca.

Once gathered he said that
he had the weird intention

to craft a bell to be heard
in all areas of his kingdom.

The king, the next day,
he gathered at his palace

all those he wanted to punish.

And sending people he
could trust to key locations,

he made all of them prisoners

while directing that the
executioner cut off their heads.

And with them,
he formed a circle like a bell,

and in the center of it,
and hanging from a rope,

way... way... of clapper... clapper...

he placed above all the most
powerful and disruptive of all.

The story goes that it
was that of a bishop."

"Once done, he opened the doors..."

Roque!

- It wasn't me, Don Moses.
- Me neither, Don Moses.

I know nothing, Don Moses.

Hold out your hand.

Let's see if you can learn civility.

On your knees!
And with the sacred history.

And do you know what this means?

Forgotten how to talk?

On your knees.

- With the sacred history?
- You shut up, loser!

You'll hold the sacred history for a week.

Go on.

Now. Sit down.

Moving on.

Let's see, you. What's a right angle?

A right angle is a polygon with 100 sides.

He hit me harder than ever.

It's all because he's chafed
because Lepórida gave him pumpkins.

My father says Lepórida gave him pumpkins

because in order to kiss him in the
mouth she had to kiss him in the ear.

- Where are you going, Owl?
- Damn! Are you coming?

- What's the matter, Owl?
- Nothing, Uca, she wants to know everything.

Hey, Moñigo, why not marry
off Sara to the teacher?

For two to get married it's enough for
them to agree on just one thing, right?

Because Sara and Don Moses are alike in
that neither of them can bear us at all.

Besides, the teacher would always give me

some consideration for
being his brother-in-law.

Even to you, for being my best friends.

The matter is for them
to want to get married.

And why wouldn't they?

Don Moses needs a woman
and Sara is in great need.

My father says that she needs a male.

Come on, Uca already passed by.

The downside is that Sara isn't pretty.

So what? Lepórida's ugly, and the teacher,
nothing more need be said.

Is your sister choosy?

Nah! If you drop a fly into milk,
she laughs and says:

"Get ready, you've got a journey ahead."

Then she drinks it with the milk,
without hesitating at all.

We have to make them notice each other.

Two reales worth of crackers.

No, not those, the ones the cat was at.

If you like those better...

And watch out, don't do anything nasty.

Us, Doña Lola?

We'll write a note to Don
Moses as if it was from Sara.

My sister goes every evening to the
door of the house to watch people pass by.

We'll tell him she's waiting for him,
and when he goes to see her,

he'll believe he was expected.

- What if Don Moses recognizes the handwriting?
- We'll disguise it.

And if he shows the letter to Sara?

We'll tell him to burn it
before going to see her.

- This will be miraculous?
- I have my doubts.

This is going to be fun. You'll see.

"Don Moses, if you need a woman,
I need a man.

I'll wait at seven in
the door of my house.

Never speak of this letter and burn it.

Otherwise, I would die of shame
and wouldn't look you in the face.

Encounter me as if by chance.

Sara."

"...casting on you their
languishing and dying looks..."

Merciful Jesus, have mercy on me.

Hello, Sara. Forgive Moñigo,
he won't do it again.

How do you know what he did, rascal?

It must be something bad,
you'd never punish him for no reason.

You're good, Sara.

Wait a minute.

"When, once lost the use of the senses,

the whole world passes out of my sight,

and I groan between the
anguish of the last agony

and the eagerness for death..."

Merciful Jesus, have mercy on me.
Have you finished, Sara?

- Yes.
- Go on, open up.

- Have you repented?
- Yes, Sara, you scared me a lot today.

- Be warned, don't do anything naughty to me.
- Don't worry, Sara.

Go on, come on!

- Has she gone out already?
- Yeah, now she's sitting down.

The teacher's there already.

- Hello, teacher.
- Hello. Hello.

Good afternoon, Mr. Moses.

How are things?

I'm here, dear.
I didn't let you down, did I?

I won't say a word about
the other thing, don't worry.

Has something happened
to you today, Mr. Moses?

What I admire in women is sincerity, Sara.

Thank you.

Neither you nor I need to
engage in trick or dissimulation.

By God, Don Moses, they can see us!

She's turned the corner.

Would you like me to help you sew?

No!

It's her panties!

Sky's eyes.

What ways you have, Don Moses!

So beautiful your eyes are,
like two stars.

Take it from me.

Your eyes aren't ugly, Don Moses.

Do you like them?

Why, dear?

Well, because... because...

your eyes are glazed and haggard,
Don Moses.

Your sister is a donkey, Moñigo.

- I'm going to hit her head straight on with a brick.
- Shut up and listen.

I love you, you know, Sara?

I'll come and see you every day
at the same hour, and you, you...

Tell me, dear, will you love me forever?

I'll love you, Don Moses,
until I lose the use of my senses,

the world fades out of my sight,

and I groan between the
anguish of my last agony

and the eagerness for death.

Right, right!

I like that.

Hey, 113 just left for there.

Lepórida. Lepórida's back?

Yes, she's back, yes.

No, no, not him.

Alone, of course.

Don't tell me.

One moment, please, right now.

But are you sure it's her?

- Number, please?
- The Guindilla is back.

- Go ahead.
- Then I phoned you.

Yes, yes, don't worry.

No, man, you just
buy some salt, and that's all.

I'll go see.

- Then I'll tell you.
- Hello?

- Guindilla is back.
- Wow, Jesus!

It's me, Lola, don't be surprised.

Although drenched
in sin and all, I'm back.

Do you forgive me?

Forever and ever.

Let's go to the back room,
so nobody sees you.

You, beat it.

You know what you did, Irene?

Shut up, please.

Who the hell's coming in right now?

What do you, Catalina?

A measure of salt, Lola.

- Do you have anyone here, Lola?
- No. Why?

- I heard a noise from inside.
- That'll be the cat.

- No, Lola, there are footsteps.
- Cats know how to walk.

Understand me, Lola,
they're footsteps of a person.

They can be thieves, right?

Here's your salt. Go!

- Lola, I keep hearing footsteps.
- All right, go with God!

- Irene, have you...
- Yes, Lola.

My God!

He deceived me.

Did he deceive you or
did you deceive yourself?

Whatever, sister.

Was he your husband when...?

No.

Nor is he now.

God, what shame!

Irene, are you pregnant?

No.

Don't worry about that.

- He told me...
- What?

I can't have children.

And neither can you.

You know what you did, right?
You've trashed our honor.

Your own, mine, and the
blessed memory of our parents.

No, Lola, ugly women have no honor.
Don't kid yourself.

That's what he said.

The reputation of a woman
is more precious than life.

Didn't you know?

I know, Lola. I'll do whatever you say.

- Are you ready?
- I'm ready.

You'll dress in mourning
the rest of your life,

and you won't venture
outside for five years.

Those are my terms. Do you agree?

I accept them.

Go on upstairs, then.

You can water the
geraniums in the gallery,

like you always did before this disaster.

I'll see what the hell
that lady wants now.

- Two measures of salt, Lola.
- Didn't you get some yesterday?

Could be. I want some more.

I mean, I've seen
the light in the back room.

Won't you be running the counter?

- Are you going to pay for it?
- Me? Not on my life.

Then let it ride.

Two measures of salt, Lola.

A measure of salt.

Today I won't have
enough salt for everybody.

- Irene.
- What, Lola?

Tomorrow you go to
confession with Don José.

You have to cleanse your
stained soul as soon as possible.

- I'm very ashamed.
- Do you still have any shame left?

You should be ashamed of running
away with a man you scarcely knew.

Long live the prodigal sister!

Long live the woman's thighs
and a chest as flat as a table!

Who stole your heart?

Dimas, the good thief.

Sister, drive that man away from here.

His voice drives me crazy.

Now you'll see.

Long live the...!

Wow, Paco!

Hurry home, it's pouring again.

Oh! Hey, such a stomp on me, buddy,
and you made me bite the dust!

Didn't I tell you not to
recycle cigarette butts here?

Leave him be, everyone makes
a living as best he can.

Bring this child a latte.

- Your name is Don Segundo López.
- How did you know?

Because I'm reading it from this paper.

- Can you write?
- Yes, sir.

Here, let me see it.

Girl, look at the screen.

What horror!

I mean, you don't know the worst, Father.

Not even I, married with
nine children, dare tell you.

You see.

Fine, but what happened?
Speak up, daughters.

I mean... I can't say.

Let Doña Lola speak,
since she's more eloquent than me.

Go on, Lola, speak your piece.

Well, on Sunday, the lights in the
theater came up when nobody expected it.

And Pascualón, the miller,
his girlfriend was sitting on his lap.

What do you think of that?

And Chato, that of the shop,
was kissing the sister of this lady.

And your brother,
what was your brother doing?

Why not relate that, too?

Fine, daughters, enough.

We really haven't made any progress.

And if that were not enough,
at the Pope's Palace,

they don't know of any
other purely Catholic films.

I have a solution, Don José.

I declare that there is no solution.

The whole village is in mortal sin.

- Everyone, the whole village.
- Oh, God!

Let's see, Lola, explain.

We can keep the lights in
the room during the screening.

That, that, that's very well thought out.

And we can censor these
movies ourselves, hard.

No, not into this one either.

No way, today you don't have
crusts in your eyes, Moñigo.

Tiñoso! Hey, Tiñoso, see if you can light
a cigarette with your magnifying glass.

Go on, smoke it, I'll drink some water.

Wow, what a cigarette!
You're smoking already?

No coughing, Owl!

Eh!

You, I knew it had to be you!

You've burned the cat,
but you're going to remember me!

Bandits!

I told Doña Lola that you'll be
punished for a full month.

Hello, brother-in-law.

Mistreatment of animals and plants

is typical of uneducated beings.

- Got it?
- Yes, sir.

Ready the fourth reel.

Yes?

Yes, yes, yes.

Right. Wait.

Ma'am, a woman wants
to talk with you urgently.

With me?

Yes?

Yes!

Yes, but I don't know her.

In my view, this slut shows
too much skin, Don José.

I felt the same.

Quino!

Either you stop looking like that,
or you'll be off the Censorship Board.

Good God, how upset they've
got by the light bulbs thing!

This rumba dance about to
appear will take them down.

- Is it the next scene?
- Didn't I just tell you that?

Out!

Immoral, that's what you are.

You have sold your souls to the devil!

Barbarians!

Stop the machine, Decoroso.

Stop it.

Those people are going to hear from me.

Martyrs, martyrs, we're martyrs!

I say the cure is worse
than the disease, Don José.

It's shameful, that's what it is.

Pascualón from the
mill told me to my face:

"Look, Doña Lola, as far as I'm concerned,

if you remove the legs and kisses,
movies are over for me."

Have you ever seen it?

That's nothing.

A bunch of kids threatened me. Me!

Go on, go on.

They came and spat in my face:
"Give us films uncut

or we return to the forest."

- Shameful!
- Pigs, immoral!

I say the cure is worse than the disease.

I've never seen such dishonest people.

If the reason behind this is over,
everything's over.

I propose to the Commission
to offer the projector

to the surrounding municipalities.

And sell off the proximate
occasion of sin, Don José?

So...

we'll burn it.

I say the cure is worse than the disease.

Fire purifies everything.

Selling the projector
would be trading with sin.

Don José, since the boys and girls
of the village have feeble consciences,

I will supply the voice of conscience.

Child, think about what you do, we
shouldn't butt into other people's lives.

I will continue to preach morality

and will not rest until
it rules over the village.

I know how to do that.

Did you hear something?

Pascualón, Elena, you're in mortal sin.

What a jerk this bitch is!

Rosino, Callista, you're in mortal sin.

The fucking saint-eater witch again!

Placido, Gregoria, you're in mortal sin.

Just wait until a real man touches you,
with your mortal sin.

And this has been going
on for three Sundays!

No, no, no,
I'm just doing this for your own good.

What do we do,
pound her or just tie her to a tree?

- Into the river!
- Strip her, strip her.

- Into the river naked, to see if she struggles.
- All you are is envious!

Undressing, and water.

- Saints-eater!
- Come on, don't be afraid.

- Strip her now.
- No, not naked, without undressing!

Get up, phony.

Come here you old cow,
what did you think, you?

Are you afraid that
we'll see your old bones?

Hypocrite, don't play the martyr now!

In she goes! Well,
what are we waiting for?

Have you no shame,
all of you against a single woman?

- That's our business, Quino.
- Stay out of what you don't care about.

- You don't know what the bitch has been doing.
- That's not the point.

Whatever she does,
that's not a proper gentlemanly behavior.

Don't you see that she's
more dead than alive?

She had enough punishment from the scare.

Off you go.

If you go back to your old ways,
Guindilla,

the next time you won't get off so easily.

Go on, go home,

and don't stick your nose in
matters that don't concern you.

Let that be a lesson, Lola.

Holy Mother.

Conceived without sin.

Father, I accuse myself.

I confess to having kissed
a man in the dark of night.

Praise the Lord!

Tell me, daughter.

Don José, is it a sin to want
to faint in the arms of a man?

It depends on your intention.

Without further intention
than to pass out, Father.

But, child, at your age?

What do you want, Father?

None knows when the time will come.

Love and death, hit you from behind.

And if it's a sin to want to
kiss a man on the mouth,

and we shiver in his arms
with enough force to destroy us,

my life is cursed, Don José.

I warn you, I'm beyond redemption.

This desire is stronger than I am.

- It's Quino, right, daughter?
- Yes, father.

He's a good man.

You must get married.

- Hey, Shrimp, you going to church?
- Yes.

- You want a lift? It's late.
- Good.

So, who are you son of?

- I'm from... the cheesemonger.
- Salvador's?

Yes.

Will you bring me two tubs of
cream cheese then, this afternoon?

Yes.

Goodbye and thank you.

Again, from "Moaning implores".

♪ Moaning implores ♪

♪ Listen, lady ♪

♪ To its ardent cry ♪

You can leave, Roque.
When did your voice change?

How should I know?

My father says that since birth
I've been bawling like a man.

Hush, hush, we'll go again.

♪ Divine shepherdess, I will follow you ♪

♪ By valleys and hillocks
towards your footprints ♪

Germán, you can leave,
too. You have no ear.

And you, Ramón, just the same.

Also your voice is too deep,
and this is a treble-only choir.

Daniel, you, keep still.
Now just pure voices remain.

Let's start with "Your flock."

Have you understood?

Begin.

♪ Your helpless flock
wailing to you implores ♪

Daniel, stop the gargling
voice or I'll give you a slap.

Don't you see that we're very
close to the day of the Virgin?

Finally! Pure voices, faggots!

Hey!

- How much?
- 120.

- What's your name?
- Daniel.

- And are you still going to school?
- Yes.

- Do you have any friends?
- Yes.

And what are they called?

Moñ... Moñigo and Tiñoso.

What names --- so ugly!

Why do you call your
friends such ugly names?

Go on, take this inside and get paid.

Owl! Owl!

Why did it take so long
to get the cheese to Mica?

Are you going to leave me
alone for once, brat?

Why are you wearing a tie to tote cheese?

Keep your nose out
of my business, got that?

Do you fancy Mica over me?

Hey, Mica's the prettiest girl in
the valley and has a fine complexion.

- A what?
- Complexion.

And you're as ugly as a glowworm
and have a face full of freckles.

And don't come back.

Why not let him be cheesemonger like you?

No, the kid will be something else.

I don't feel like having him to spend
his life chained to work like a slave.

Well, like a slave, or like me.

Yes, but Daniel...

No "Poor Daniel" speech can
change my mind, it's decided.

Maybe the kid isn't good at studying.

And a school in the city costs money.

Ramón, the apothecary,
can afford that, or the judge, but not us.

- We don't have much money.
- So what? That's my problem.

As to whether or not the
kid is good at studying,

depends on having money or not,
like anything else.

If not, why do the children
of the rich study? Tell me that.

No, you'll see!

And you, what are you doing,
why aren't you eating??

Go on, off to bed!

Don't you know how to say good night?

Good night.

♪ Divine shepherdess, I will follow you ♪

♪ Through valleys and
hillocks after your footprints ♪

♪ Your helpless flock
wailing implores to you ♪

♪ Listen, lady ♪

♪ To their ardent cry ♪

In the Name of the Father,
Son, and Holy Spirit.

Children, in fact we all have
a set path in life.

We must always follow our
path without deviating from it.

Some will think that this makes it easy,
but that's not always the case,

because sometimes the path that
the Lord dictates is hard and rough.

To drift away from him,
due to ambition or sensuality

is actually the cause
of much human misery.

Some in pursuit of ambition,

lose the happiness that God has assigned

to a simpler way.

Happiness is not found at the top,
or the biggest, or the most exalted.

Happiness is in accommodating our steps

to the path that the Lord
has destined us on Earth,

however humble.

Look, it' Mica's boyfriend.

- Wow, it's her boyfriend!
- Well, he's a bit handsome.

You've sung very well, Owl, very well.

- What do you think?
- Charming, totally charming.

♪ Divine shepherdess, I will follow you ♪

Why don't you wear skirts
to have the purest voice?

- Let's go to the greased pole.
- Yeah, let's.

That's four.

- There are no real boys in the village.
- You got that right.

Girl, faggot!

Holy shit, that's five,
just like you said!

Moñigo, take my jacket.

- I'm going up.
- You're not man.

Don't, Owl, you could kill yourself.

Hey, what do you think,
you're going to go up?

You're going to see who's the faggot here.

Come on.

Wait while I stash this.

Keep going, Owl.

Keep going!

A little more. Go on!

Great, Owl!

I'll climb, too.

Come on, I'll tie your shoe.

- Sorry, it was a joke, Owl.
- Don't worry.

Your father can say what he likes,

but the partridges, when they fly,
they go "brrr" and not "prrr".

And I say they do go "prrr".

Don't you think so?

Can it be that there are leeches there?

Wait, Tiñoso.

- I bet I can jump that far.
- Owl!

Owl!

Run!

Moñigo, grab him!

Tiñoso!

- Tiñoso!
- Grab him!

Let's get him.

Hurry.

Quickly.

He's hurt.

- Is he dead?
- No, he's alive.

Help put him on me.

Run ahead, and sound the alert.

- Where are you going, Owl?
- It's Tiñoso, hurry!

What's wrong? Owl, wait!

Where was the fall?

I don't know, I think it was in the river.

There's a fracture at
the base of the skull.

It's very serious.

- Call the city for an ambulance.
- Praise God!

And here, the fewer people the better.

- Help me. I'm putting him into the bed.
- Yes. Come along, Moñigo.

Careful, children, careful.

Son!

Father, Tiñoso has died.

- How did it happen?
- At the English pool, he tried to jump, and...

Men are raised.

Mountains are already made.

- What do you mean, Father?
- You drink!

So you see what results
from all the mischief.

Drink, son.

One thing has nothing
to do with the other.

You can buy a wreath,
between the two of you.

I'm going.

A little bird.

It's for my friend Tiñoso.

It's a thrush.

God reward you, children.

Come on, Rita, daughter.

Come on.

What a disgrace, Lord!

As good as he was!

He had to go, my angel!

Yesterday he brought me bread.

He was the kindest of all, the best.

What a misfortune, my God!

Now everyone loves Tiñoso.

Before they couldn't bear him.

- Are you coming?
- No, I'll stay a while.

Sorry, Tiñoso.

- And mother, where is she?
- In the alcove.

Mother.

Mother!

- Mother.
- Tomás, son! How have you been?

Your brother is dead.

Germán.

God wanted it that way.

God? God?

They say that God wanted it that way.

Tell him no, Germán, tell him no.

God can't want these things.

Who came up with the
idea of writing Tiñoso?

Pigs' nickname!

- Where's father?
- Out there, son.

It's a thrush, Tiñoso.

You were right: the partridges,
when they fly, go "brrr" and not "prrr".

Guindilla has said it's
a punishment from God,

but Quino says we
mustn't pay attention to her.

And all speak well of you.

That towel on your head,

I think it's so they won't
see your bald spots.

You look like a Moor, but never mind.

What...

- Hey, come!
- What?

How did this get here?

How did a thrush get there?

I don't know, he was very fond of birds.

Birds have wanted to die with him.

That's a miracle.

A miracle! It's a miracle!

Call Don José, it's a miracle!

Call Don José!

It's a miracle, a thrush has
appeared here on his little arm.

It's a miracle, a miracle!

Come here, come on, come on, Don José!

Come in, come in, Don José, come on.

Come in, please. It's a miracle!

Come on, Don José, come on.

- Come, Father.
- A miracle!

It's a miracle.
Or is it a miracle, Father?

It's weird, indeed, all this!

- Nobody put that bird there?
- No, no.

It's a miracle. Or is it a miracle?

I can't make such a pronouncement.

Actually, it's very possible
that someone, as a joke,

or with good intentions,
has put the thrush into the coffin

and dare not declare that
now for fear of your wrath.

Anyway,

I'll inform to the Order of
what has happened here,

but I repeat, don't get your hopes up.

Actually, there are many
seemingly miraculous appearances,

which prove to be no more than
that of a miracle: the appearance.

I'll be back at five for the burial.

It's a miracle.

- Was it really a miracle, Don José?
- You can't affirm those things.

Such a mess you've made,
son, such a mess you've made.

- Don José, is it known whether it was miracle?
- Not at all, not at all.

Nothing, daughter, nothing is known.

Goodbye, Tiñoso.

Come on, son.

And forgive me for the thrush.

Will you let me walk with you?

Yes, I'll let you.

- Goodbye, Father.
- Good afternoon.

- Hey, Owl, when's your trip?
- Tomorrow, God willing.

You'll come back a minister, and then
we'll put your name on a village street.

There'll be a huge drinks party that day!

Take example of me,
I've come out of nowhere.

Well, well, Owl!

You'll surely you come back a man.

My son won't stay here forever, like me.

Is it true that your father's
going to marry Guindilla?

So they say.

Says who?

Them.

And you, what do you say?

Nothing.

What about your father?

He's marrying so I can have a mother.

I'd never want a mother like Guindilla.

My father says that she'll wash
my face and comb my braids.

It's spoiled, this cider.

- Uca, how soon is the wedding?
- September.

Guindilla says your father'll
take you to the city tomorrow.

- It's true.
- And you, what do you say?

Me? Nothing.

Guindilla also says that
when she's my mother,

she'll take me to the city
to remove my freckles.

- Is that what you want?
- Sure.

Uca, can I touch you freckles?

Yes.

My father always kisses my freckles.

- You would like to study?
- No.

Me neither.

All your clothing is
marked with your initials.

At school there'll be many guys,
and otherwise you might lose stuff.

Take care, son.

Your father wants you
to be something big in life.

So no to blame ourselves if you don't.

Write us every week, son.

Owl!

Hello.

Owl, you know?

Right now I'm going to
Cullera for some milk,

and I won't be able to
say goodbye at the station.

Goodbye, Uca Uca.

Owl, will you remember me?

Uca Uca, don't let Guindilla
take off your freckles.

Yes.