Tiovivo c. 1950 (2004) - full transcript

MERRY-GO-ROUND

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Waiting for anyone?
-For you.

-Where are you from?
-Zamora.

I don't know it.
Is it nice?

They say it's best
during Holy Week.

Really?
I love processions.

The best is the one by
the Brotherhood of the Brown Capes.

I'm a Brother.

-Do you parade?
-Of course.

-With the pointy hat?
-No!



I show my face.

And why are you in Madrid,
if I may ask?

I've got some papers
to sort out at the Ministry.

-Will you buy me a drink?
-What Will you have?

-What are you having?
-Whiskey.

I don't like il.
lt tastes like Wood.

Do you mind if I have
a champagne cocktail?

No! Waiter, a champagne cocktail
for the young lady.

Right away, sir.

Where are you from,
what's your name?

I'm from Madrid,
and my name is Pola.

-Very modern.
-That really is my name.

I was called it because
my father loved the song "Amapola".

Amapola...
-Pretty Amapola.



-It's true, you're very pretty.
-Thank you.

My name is really Maria Pola.

Well, Maria Paula,

because you can't
call someone Pola.

And you?

-Here you are, miss.
-Thank you.

-What's your name?
-Pepe.

Like everyone.

To you, Pepe,

-And good luck with the papers.
-I certainly need it.

-Want to dance?
-No, I'm a terrible dancer.

I can only manage a pasodoble.
This boogy-boogy is...

Come on, I'll show you.
It's easy.

It's like a pasodoble, but apart,
and with your fingers like this.

-Hold them up.
-Like this?

-What a lousy streak!
-Tough luck.

-Cut the cackle, come on, Hare.
-I'm in.

Cards, gentlemen.

-One.
-He's bluffing.

-Give me two.
-There you go.

And two for me.

Let's make it

another fifty pesetas.
We'll see if he's bluffing.

AS I'm bluffing,
we'll make it 100 pesetas.

Hare, northern province
of Argentina,

five letters, ends in y.

Juluy.

My 100 and another 100.

I'll match your 200 pesetas,

and raise you another 200.

Be careful,

Fortune favors fools.

So, it's 400,

and another 500.

I'm broke...

Can I put in two tickets
for the Christmas-day game

and a lottery ticket?

Madrid-Boldkluben Copenhagen,
or whatever it's called.

A big game.

The tickets went like hot cakes.

"Marca" says Madrid is going
to sign Scarone as coach.

-Can I put them in?
-GO ahead.

Here they are.
ROW 2, seats 107 and 109.

And the lottery ticket,
it ends in 7.

That's my 500.

Let's see your cards.

-Full house, kings and jacks.
-Aces.

-Good.
-Forget that. Four eights.

-You're on a roll today.
-Just today?

What a lucky streak!

-He beat his aces.
-Yeah, aces.

-We keep going, right?
-Shit, it's 5:30.

I'm happy to keep going.

-Tomorrow is a tough day.
-I'm leaving. Josito is sick.

What's wrong?

He keeps coughing
and he's got a temperature.

The doctor says
it's just a cold.

Sure, that's all it is,
don't worry. Come on.

Hang on a minute, Santi.

I presume it's all ready
for Don Jose Pedro.

Of course.

Apart from the suit, the musicians
and everything else is arranged.

-Half and hour.
-Wait a minute, Santi.

Listen, Don Marcelino wants you
to pass by the theater tomorrow.

A minute and a half at most.

Are we playing or not?

Meri, 1:00 in Florida Park.
I want to see you there.

Thanks, Higinio.

If we're not playing,
I'm going to work at the church.

Can you wait a minute?
We're trying to work here.

Tickets for "White Heat",
Sunday afternoon and evening.

Forty for each of you.

Twenty in the stalls,
twenty in the dress circle.

Your forty, Valen.

Yours, Santi.

Your forty, Hare.
And yours, Oswaldo.

-And "Gone Wilh The Wind"?
-Tomorrow.

Try to tidy yourself up tomorrow.
You know Don Jose Pedro.

We could've played
another half hour.

-Shit, Hare's kid is sick.
-That kid is always sick!

An extra half hour
won't kill him.

He's with his mother,
isn't he'?

Watchman!

Hey, watchman!

Coming!

Hurry up, it's the same story
every night!

I'm coming!

Donia Justa says
you're to make her coffee right now.

Tell her I'm on my way.

"If I were king,

oh, my love,
if I were king,

I would lay such treasures
at your delicate feet."

Good morning.
See you tomorrow.

Were you taking your time today?

If you'd seen
the mess they left behind.

-See you tomorrow.
-Yes, goodbye.

Good morning, Mr. Estévez.

Good morning, Monte.

Why are you here so early?

I'm in training.

Of course, I'd forgotten.

I won't bother you.

DANCE ACADEMY

They say he's very good.

From the Banesto, right?

Arjona, or something like that,

-Orders and Transfers.
-Arjonilla.

Outstanding Debts.
From the Vizcaya.

Listen, Mr. Estévez,

you have to help me.

I've got a big problem.

Where are you spending
Christmas Eve?

In the boarding house.

We're having bean stew,
with all the trimmings.

Salted pork, garlic sausage,
bacon, blood sausage...

Well, Donia Dorita is from Gijon.

-And you, Don Oswaldo?
-I don't know.

Anselma wants us to go
to her parents' house, as always,

but I think I WONT go this year.

Since the war ended,
her father hasn't said a word.

He just doesn't speak.

And his wife doesn't stop,
even when she's got her mouth full,

so you get splattered.

By the time you leave
you're ready to kill yourself.

Good Lord,

and I loved these celebrations
when I was a kid.

It's true,
we had a great time back then.

We laughed so much.

What a pity.

Hey, you'll see,
we'll soon be laughing again.

I hope so.

Happy birthday!

YOU remembered!

Here.

You're to keep it in your office,
on top of the desk,

so that every time...

you think of me.

Another thing, Don lrineo.

Remember to call me

and tell me

in what city you want us

to have dinner tonight

because,

depending on the city,
I'll dress up

one way

OI' another.

YOU want fritters?

Sure,
you see me as I am now

and you don't believe
I was a child who skipped rope

and had a spinning top.

But it's true.

And, for your information,

all the men said
that I was very pretty

and very pleasant.

But I've always thought
that men are such brutes.

Except one,

but he didn't like me,
so there you are.

Donia Anunciada!

Donia Anunciada!
Open the door!

I know you're in there!

Donia Anunciada!

It's so hard to live.

Live, live...

Carmen, bastard.

Carmen, bastard.

Tell me something, Romualdo.

Do you understand
young people today?

Balbinita...

I say to her:
"Where's the fire?",

because she races out
every morning.

"Love", her mother says,
"sit down for a while".

"Have breakfast With US."
"| can't, I'm late."

Al night, it's the same.

She has supper,

if you can call it that,

because she eats like a bird
and then, right away,

"I'm going to bed, I'm tired."

I understand that,

because she's always on the go,
with her job and her classes,

but she was doing all that before

and she was a chatterbox.

She's probably in love.

That's what her mother says.

What are you listening to?
Get a move on, go back to work.

And close the door.

Anyway, it seems that
she's talking to a boy.

But what I say is,

when you're dating someone,
you're happy.

When someone gets a girlfriend,

he's delighted,

"am?

All that is so long ago
I can't remember.

Either I'm stupid or there's
something wrong with that girl.

Eusebio,
you may be a lot of things,

including stubborn
and bad tempered

but you're not one bit stupid.

-You have to talk to her.
-Sure,

if she'll let me,

because I can't
get a peep out of her.

Blll talk to her without
that grumpy look you always have.

Yeah, yeah.

It all has to be like those films
that always end well,

the ones you and Rufi like.

You're wrong.

What the use of being so bitter
all the time?

It's better to be optimistic than
pessimistic, to laugh than to cry.

I'm telling you.

If I go round all day
with a long face,

Will that bring Romu back?

I know.

Fucking war.

23 years old, Eusebio.

He was always laughing.

But,

here we are because
we have to keep going.

Come on, let's get to work.

Vézquez, telephone!
Line one.

From Banesto, it's urgent.

Someone from Clearing House,

an urgent call
from the Zaragozano.

COMO in.

-Good morning, Don lrineo.
-Good morning, Montesinos.

-Was my office aired?
-As always, Don lrineo.

The cleaners open the windows
when they leave at night

and I close them in the morning
when I arrive. You know that.

If I insist every day
about airing the office, Moniesinos,

it is because,
as you will have observed,

the cleaners smell very strongly
of sweat, is that not so?

What can I say, Don lrineo?

I know they sweat because
they work, but they do sweat.

Take this away
and bring me some coffee.

Right away, Don lrineo.

The usual transfer, Don Porfirio?

Yes, to the account
of Donia Rosalia Fraga

in the Banco Pastor in Mondonedo.

In Mondonedo.

You know, my mother-in-law
was from Galicia, from Rébade,

-near Lugo.
-And...?

Nothing, just that.

It's a lovely part,
very green.

It used to be.

It used to be lovely.

It used to be green.

It used to be
the way it should.

I'm from La Carolina,
in the province of Jaen.

It's not because it's my town
but there's nowhere cleaner.

And it's got
the straightest streets in Spain.

Or so they say,
I haven't travelled.

Carlos Ill built it.

That's why I always thought
it should be called El Carolino.

I think that's nonsense, but...

Here.

I'm very keen for you to smoke
this cigar to my health

on Christmas EVE.

Thank you very much, Don Porfirio,
and happy Christmas.

Likewise.

-Good morning, Donia Anunciada.
-Good morning, Vézquez.

I've brought you 37 pesetas

and 60 GEMS.

I've counted it all.

Change as much as you can
into new notes.

Where did you get
so much small change?

"By little and little
the bird makes his nest".

-What's that on your face?
-It's just a cold sore.

Be 08TH“.

I knew a bank clerk

who spent all day
working with coins

and touching his face,

and he got covered
in cold sores.

The verdigris.

Nothing happened him,

but he had three children
and all Of them

drooled the whole time.

You've ruined my morning.

Well, that's how it is.

-Yes?
-Donia Dorita, it's Higinio.

What is it?

Would you let me
make a phone call?

-All right, but be quick.
-Yes, yes. Thank you, Donia Dorita.

-Morning, Petri.
-Morning, Mr. Higinio.

Hotel Palace?
Good morning.

I'd like to speak
to Mr. Jose Pedro Cervantes.

Don Jose Pedro,
you have a phone call in the hall.

Very well.

Get me an appointment with
the barber for a shave and haircut.

And a manicure,
to see if we can fix this.

-Here.
-Thank you.

-I'll be right back, Manolo.
-Yes, sir.

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Hello, Higinio.

No! like that.

AS a bullfighter.

Very well.

I'll see you here at 11 :00.

Goodbye.

Hare, as a bullfighter.

Listen, how's your son?

Well, don't worry.
Listen, listen...

Listen, dammit.

Drop by Chicote's Bar at about 1:00
and ask for Fermin.

Tell him you're a friend of mine.

He'll arrange the penicillin
for you in no lime.

If he asks you about money,
which he won't,

tell him I'll square it with him.

All right.

Don't worry,
once he gets the injection

he'll be jumping around
in a couple of days.

Don't mention it, Hare.
See you later.

That's two calls!

Shit.

How was it?

Fine.

Your father rang me last night
at the club.

The lawyer {Old him
they haven't pardoned your brother.

He might be executed next month.

Fuck.

It's not definite,
but it's possible.

Yeah.

He wants you to go see him
at work tonight, to talk about it.

I can't go tonight.

I could go, before
I go to the "Pasapoga" Club.

-You know where it is?
-Yes,

where they're building houses
at La Cruz de los Caidos,

near the CEA studios.

He'll be there around 12:00.

No, earlier.

He said they've fired
the other watchman.

He'd stolen a load of bricks

and until they replace him
your father is on double shifts.

Move over.

Listen,
if you do go, take a taxi.

And don't wear your work shoes,

they'll get covered
in plaster and mud.

That place is a mess.

What do I tell him?

Tell him that I'll take care Of it.

The world was and will be rubbish,
I know,

in the year 510
and in the year 3000 too.

Did they bring the egg?

YES.

Hugo, did they bring the egg?

I said, yes!

Do you think
that guy will get the money?

Banks are the same
the world over,

like the military.

Penna,
don't get on your soapbox.

Put the egg in your hair
and rinse it well

so it doesn't affect your brain.

Then, just smile
and let me do the talking.

You know,

the star, the best,
the most glamorous,

the most marvellous,
the most charming,

but not a word.

I know what you're like.

WNW.!

WNW.!

-Yes, Don César?
-Get a taxi and, first of all,

take this envelope to "Arriba".

In the same taxi,
take this one to "ABC".

On the way back,
stop at the Madrid Casino

and ask Julia,
the cigarette girl,

for Don César's filter tips.
Pay her and come back here.

Take 100 pesetas.

-We'll sort it out later.
-Very well, Don César.

Whatever they say,

with every year that passes
Madrid is becoming more European.

And more uncomfortable.
Nothing is close anymore.

It's never been better
than it is now, Don Luis.

Madrid is dynamic, European.

Madrid is fast-paced.

It's starting to grow upwards,

like New York,
like it has to be.

But we're losing the essence.

What ESSENCE?

What ESSENCE?

Was Madrid better when
it smelled of "chotis" and doughnuts?

For heaven's sake!

In my opinion,
the Old traditions of Madrid

weren't bad at all.

But of course I'm from Madrid

while you, Don Ramén,

-are from Teruel
-I've lived n Madrid

since I was thirteen.

That's what's good about Madrid.
It accepts dual nationality.

You say we're getting
like New York.

But I say we're getting
more like Caracas.

Take a walk around
the area of Nuevos Ministerios.

Caracas .

Madrid is Caracas.

And then...

Well, of course.

To know if it's a mechanical
or an electrical failure,

tell me first

if you heard...

of...

Mechanics
has a mystery of its own.

Now, if the noise before it stalls
is not...

but more like...

it could be the carburettor.

But if it's...

that's the coil.

It's the carburation.

The carburation is bad.

The Dodge leaves the factory
with a good carburettor,

but it's delicate,

nothing like the one
in the Cadillac,

of the Chevrolet or the Sunbeam.

When it's been rewed up too much,

and that's what you've done,

you have to get it checked
right away.

We'll send the tow truck
immediately.

And another thing.

You can be sure that this is
going to cost you quite a bit.

Well, I'd say it'll be at least...

1,000 pesetas.

YES.

Now, tell me

the street

and the number
where the car is.

Kid, write this down.

Donoso Cortés, number 14.

Don't worry,

the tow truck will pick up
the Dodge in two ticks.

Don't mention it, really.
Goodbye.

-Shit!
-Just what I thought.

It's obvious. After the...

it could only be the carburation.

Yeah, but at the start
he was saying...

-It had to be the coil.
-No.

-No, Mr. Romualdo...
-The carburation.

The coil would have gone...

It had to be the carburation.

The wing nut must have broken

so he's got problems
with the mixture flow.

Yes, indeed!

Well done, kid!

Knife grinder!

I'll sharpen your knives,
scissors, blades!

Knife grinder!

Thanks.

-Hello.
-How are you?

Are you coming to the house
for Christmas?

My parents are so keen
to meet you.

I can't.

I'm going on a trip now,
to La Rioja,

Aro, Calahorra, and then Palencia,
Aguilar de Campoo.

This is our busiest time
of the year.

But when I come back,
it's a date.

When Will that be?

The 3rd or the 4th.
For the Epiphany.

Do you love me, Honorio?

Of course I love you.

Really?

Really.

It's just...

You know,

I've always had a glass of milk
in the morning.

Now, just seeing it, so white,

makes me retch.

My mother insists that
I drink it every morning.

"It's full Of calcium".

She keeps on about it.

If you knew what it's like

trying to pour it down the toilet
without her finding out.

You're not...?

It's just come on.

But what's wrong with you?

I don't know.

I think it's nerves.

I've got a premonition,

a bad one.

I'll write as soon as I arrive.

Thanks.

The thing is, I'm getting married
on the 28th, at noon.

We're having the reception
in the El Bosque Banqueting Hall,

in Almansa Street,

near the Metropolitan Stadium
where Atleti play.

And I have to open
the dancing.

I've been refusing,

but my fiancée and her family
are insisting.

Apparently,
when one of them gets married,

it's a tradition that
the couple open the dancing

-With that waltz Of the bat.
-Die Fledermaus.

Yes, that one.

And I...

I've never danced in my life.

Out of shyness, I guess.

But I do like dancing.

The other time I got married...

This is my second wedding.

My first wife, Antoniita,
died four years ago.

She choked, on a fishbone.

Horrible.

Al the first wedding, in 1941,
there was no dancing.

We didn't celebrate it.

Antonita's family
was still in mourning

for her brother who was killed
at the battle of the Ebro.

So I didn't have to dance.

Do you think
that with three or four classes,

there isn't time for any more,
I could learn?

I'm warning you, Delia,
I'm very,

very clumsy.

I can't ride a bicycle
or swim or whistle.

Of course, Mr. Poyatos.

There's another problem.

I work in the Boca, near here,
in Jose Antonio Avenue,

in Current Accounts,

and I leave, at the earliest,
around 7:30 or 8:00.

And all my time is taken up
with the wedding.

In order to come here now,

I had to take half an hour Off.

But I said
I was going to the doctor,

because I wasn't going
to say to my boss:

"Don lrineo, I'm going dancing".

My dear Mr. Poyatos,
don't worry.

No matter when you come,
I guarantee that on the 28th,

when you take your wife out
to dance the Die Fledermaus waltz,

your friends, your relatives,
everyone,

will be amazed
at how well you doll.

God willing,

because I'm haunted
by the thought

that I'm going to stand
on Maribel's dress,

or on her,
which is even worse.

You see that gentleman?

-Which one?
-The smaller.

The other is Jacobo,
my brother, the teacher.

Brother on my father's side.

That gentleman has only had
three days of classes.

Trust me, Mr. Poyatos.

Shit, three days?

He dances better than
Fred Astaire and Niiinsky together.

Your papers, please.

Are you the police?

The BOOK.

Come with us.

Where?

Where do you think?

I've done nothing.

I warn you, if you resist

you'll make it worse.

I'd just like to know
what I'm accused of.

They'll tell you there.

Let's go.

I live at 6, Apodaca Street,
in the attic.

I've got a dog called Cocktail.

If you could do something
for him...

The janitor, Carmen,
will let you in.

You mean the janitress.

No, the janitor.
HE'S called Carmen .

I heard you say one day
that you liked dogs.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Madrid isn't Madrid anymore,

or New York,

OI' Caracas.

Madrid is Moscow.

-Where are you going?
-To our room.

Perlita, come here,
don't be nervous.

He'll be here any minute.

What do I tell him
if you're not here? It's rude.

It's rude to keep us waiting
for an hour.

You know what to tell him?
Tell him go to hell.

He can take his contract, roll it up
and stick it up his fat ass.

-Perlita, come on.
-Stop calling me Perlita.

Perlita! Hugo!

Forgive me! Forgive me!

I'm sorry.

The Dodge broke down
just when I was coming here

and it left me stranded.

It went...

and that was it.

Don't you think it's funny?

-Good morning, Fulgencio.
-Hello, Donia Anunciada.

Not again!

Allow me.

There's some joker,
not to call him something worse,

who keeps pouring ink
in the holy water font.

And there's no way we can catch
that "pain in the ass".

-I'm sorry, but it's driving me crazy.
-That's all you needed.

And are you still suffering
martyrdom with your bunions?

It's terrible, Donia Anunciada.

As bad as the collection
from the faithful.

It's clear that in this world
there is less devotion every day.

Everyone and his brother
has become...

-You know.
-Communist.

Capitalist, which is worse.

They hang on tight
to their pesetas

and won't let go of them.

No one wants to contribute
to the Church.

Let's see what capital
you've brought us today.

We need fewer faces of Franco
and more notes.

It must be the will
Of Divine Providence.

It's very little.

Don Natalio, who is a saint,
always says

that what matters
isn't the pesetas

but the intention
of the giver.

Here you are,
and keep trying, Donia Anunciada.

Keep trying-

Encourage the parishioners
to be more generous

when they're making
their contribution.

Remind them
that they gain indulgences.

I do remind them, Fulgencio,
but they don't care.

Don't you see that Spain
is becoming atheist?

Something has to be done

or three quarters of Madrid's
population will go straight lo hell.

As for me...
I'm from Astorga.

Those wonderful biscuits!

-Goodbye, Fulgencio.
-Goodbye, Donia Anunciada.

A pittance.

A lousy...

Thank you, Mr. Méndez.
I'll see you this evening.

And...

Higinio told me you could
help me with penicillin.

My son has had a very high
temperature for four days

and he keeps coughing.

Well,

he'll see us in the bank
this afternoon.

So all this business

of the Spanish cinema
being in crisis again

with less films being made
than before

is not true?

Of course not, my dear Hugo.
Our cinema isn't in crisis again

for the simple reason

that it's always in crisis.

How funny!

Don Acisclo,

the mayor of Cogolledo
de la Sierra, my town,

is married to my cousin Laurita

and they have a boy
who is about eight years old,

and he's called Acisclo too.

-Acisclito.
-Let him go on.

Well...

Poyaios, in Current Accounts,
is getting married.

-Again?
-It's only the second time.

-Are you putting in anything?
-I'd love to be a widower.

Put me down for 50 pesetas.

Povedano, 50.

Put me down for another 50.
No, no. 40.

Ansorena, 40.

-What about you?
-Hang on.

Lecifiana, Colmeiro, Berberana...
Poyatos! Here he is.

30 pesetas.

30 pesetas. The same as
he gave when I got married.

Estévez, 30 pesetas.

Tell me one day how you got hold
of your wedding list.

Rueda,

have you heard anything
about an extra payment,

-as well as the bonus?
-No.

I wish I had.

Go on.

Anyway, the boy got very sick,

double or triple pneumonia,

and the doctor said
he wouldn't pull through.

The doctor in your town,
Cogolludo de la Sierra.

No, Cogolledo.

The doctor said he was dying.

Laurita asked me to send her
a picture of the Holy Jesus,

and I did.

They put the picture
on the boy's bedside table

and lit a candle beside it,

and I'm so unlucky

that the boy
went and got better.

As they'd promised
that if Jesus worked a miracle

they'd come to Madrid
to give thanks

and kiss his feet
and leave a donation,

the three are coming.

I don't get it.

What do you care if the mayor

of Cogollete de la Sierra comes?

Cogolledo,
Cogolledo de la Sierra.

All right, whatever,
HO matter.

What do you care if the mayor,
your cousin Laurita and the kid come

to see the Holy Jesus?

I don't care if they come to see
Jesus or the Blessed Virgin.

But they're coming
to see me at the bank.

And?

Shit, "And?".

I told them,

and the whole town,

that I'm the director of the bank,
not the porter.

Samueye, my friend,
when I tell your bankers at...

Boca?
-Yes, Boca. B-O-C-A.

Banco Occidental
de Credito y Ahorro.

Boca.

When I tell your bankers at Boca
how I see the film,

the crisis is over for you.

They'll recommend the immediate
authorization of the loan.

I love hearing you talk.

"Your bankers".
So delightful, so strong.

"When I tell your bankers..."

That is thinking big.

It's great,
so different from here.

And now, if you agree,

I've rented a large car
to go to Segovia,

to visit the aqueduct,
the cathedral

and eat suckling pig
at Casa Céndido.

How lovely!

As, 12, 12.

Yes, I'll give Mr. Porrifios
the message when he arrives.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Goodbye.

-Who was it?
-From Cifesa Films for Mr. Porrinos.

Do you want
the glass of Benedictine now?

No, later. Finish the rooms
or you'll be at it all day!

There's a lot of scheming
in the film world.

Without a recommendation, forget it.
It's always the same actors.

Nowadays, either you have
lots of curly hair, broad shoulders

and look like a lamb
going to the slaughter,

or you can forget it.

Because what's here doesn't matter.
They're dubbed...

You've seen Antonio Vilar.
He speaks like this.

"The love I feel for you,
my lady,

is even greater than your beauty".

But as he's dubbed,
and people don't know...

Olives like in the old days, Paco.

These ones may be stuffed
with anchovies

but they've got no taste.

"Stuffed" is saying a lot.

Have you seen
what's inside these olives?

It's very odd,

like a little worm.

Anyway...

I hope you win.

That's more difficult.

The fortune teller in N° 15

said it would end in 9 this year.

No one you know
ever wins the lottery.

It's always someone from Bilbao or
Albacete. And they keep it quiet.

Dear Rosalia,

You can't imagine
how much I miss you.

Every night, at our time,

When I start to caress and bite

your little
cinnamon colored nipples,

I repeat what I said
to myself as a child.

Life is a scam,

a real swindle.

We just made your transfer

and like every year
at this time,

I'm also sending you
a ticket for the big lottery.

Maybe we'll win.

Let's be honest.

With money,

everything is better,

everything becomes

simpler.

-Hello, Vicente.
-Hello, Hare.

I've come to see Don Marcelino.

Governed, corrected by control,
nine letters.

Regulated.

One minute, one minute and a half,
for the end of the first act.

I thought it could be set in France,
to avoid problems.

A couple are in bed.
He says to her:

"Veronique, have you
ever been unfaithful?"

She says: "Jean Pierre, how can
you ask that after all these years?"

"I need to know."
And she says:

"Jean Pierre, my love, three times."
"Three times?"

"Yes, but I always did it for you,
my love."

"The first time?"

"That was when
we built the HOUSE

and we were very short of money.
You were so keen that I...

Well, with the contractor..."

"And the second?"
"That was for you too, love.

Remember when you wanted
to do the garden,

we were short of money?
You were so keen

that I thought I'd do it
with the bank manager, and I did."

"And the third?"

"The third, my love,
was for you too.

Remember when you ran for mayor
and were short of 73 votes?"

That's it.

Here.

200 pesetas.

If it gets past the censor,

I'll give you another 200
next Friday.

Thank you, Don Marcelino.

Send the girls in.

Yes, sir.

Girls, Don Marcelino wants you.

You're very pretty.

But they'll ban
even the dress rehearsal.

Let's see.

Put On the hats.

Take them Off.

Tell Ricky we're starting
the rehearsal in five minutes.

Katia, wait a minute.

-Don't!
-What's wrong?

-Last night?
-Last night, last night...

I had to go home.

I told you it
was lnmaculada's birthday

and I was dining
with all the relatives.

But tonight...

Tonight I'm free.

Don't!

As soon as the show is over,
I've got the Moet,

and the hors d'oeuvres
from Lhardy that you love.

-Well, I can't tonight.
-Why not?

Shit, why not?
There's a birthday party.

Whose birthday?

- I can't remember.
-Come here.

Hey! You haven't forgotten
the meat rolls.

No, neither the meat rolls.

Nor the gelatine for your thighs
and all the rest.

Fm not defending

scripts with the classic
Aristotelian structure,

presentation,
development and outcome,

much less now,
with all the neo-realism.

But, believe me,

all the sub-plots
mean that the main story

loses interest.

-We, however...
-Samueye, please,

let the gentleman
express himself.

Thank you.

This, the script,

is your best guarantee,

because written herein,

and never better said,

is the success or failure
of your venture.

For me, a good script

is the one that comes
with a solid guarantee.

The boca can't take a risk
if the script is not solid.

And at this moment, it's not.

But it could be.

We're listening.

-Can we speak truthfully?
-We'd like nothing better.

Your Hollywood films
are as good and as well made

as the ones you made
in Argentina or Mexico.

"Bloody Pampa",
"The Bride's Tresses",

"The Local Store"
or "Vile Redemption",

in which you, Perla,
were sublime.

Thank you.

As that woman
condemned to death

and in love with
Arturo de Cordoba,

the insane prison governor.

Where is the failing
in "Empty Streets"

or "Terror in Madison Square
Gardens", with Macdonald Carey?

In the scripts.

I'm a great admirer of yours,
Mr. de los Rios.

Hugo.

Thank you.

I would like your first film
among us, Hugo,

to be a great success.

But the character Of Gerardo Durén

and above all

his socio-professional condition
isn't authentic.

Not to mention the title.

"Red Sky".

-Do you really think...
-Let him speak, please.

I'm sorry to interrupt you,
Don lrineo.

What is it?

Mr. Poyatos wants to speak
to you, it's urgent.

Send him in.

Excuse me, Don lrineo,
I have to go to the doctor.

-Yes, of course, go on.
-Thank you.

You're going to shoot a film
in present-day Spain,

the modern Spain

Of the start Of the second half
of the 20th century.

But don't be mistaken.

In Spain today,
it's impossible that a priest,

whatever crisis of faith
he may have,

should fall in love with a woman
and have an affair with her.

And with a man?

Perla, that's enough, please.

What are you saying,
my dear Méndez?

Are the priests here not men?

What have they got in their veins?
Holy water?

My admirable Perla,
personally I believe that you,

and I say this in front of your
husband with the greatest respect,

could enamour any man,

even Cardinal Segura himself.

Thank you.

But you know what they say,
and it's true.

They say we are
the spiritual reserve of the West.

-They say...
- They say of me...

They say that Pm ugly
and going to ruin,

that Pm bow-legged
and step it out.

-Where is the toilette?
-on, yes!

BIND'.

Across the hall.

She's marvellous.
She's a star.

Now, as I was saying...

If, instead of Gerardo Duran
dying alone,

she were to die in the fire too,

that's a different matter.

My dear Méndez...

""160.

Thank you.

My dear lrineo,
with the same sincerity,

I have never met,
not just a banker,

but a critic, producer
or scriptwriter

with a greater sense of cinema
than you have.

So I ask you...

If we change

the title,

get rid of "Red Sky"
and put

-"Red Sin"...
-But, what...?

We modify the structure,

we forget about the sub-plot

and, in the final scene,

Gerardo and Alarica,

enveloped in flames

and clinging to each other,
die together,

which as an ending
is much more...

If we change all that,
Will Boca

go ahead with the film?

If they both die
enveloped in flames,

in punishment for their red sin...

Red Sin, Scarlet Sin, whatever.

If they die»

but not clinging to each other,

the Boca will go ahead
with the film.

It's incredible!

Why aren't you writing
for the cinema, lrineo?

You want the truth, Hugo?
I don't have time.

If you work in a bank
in a position of responsibility,

you don't have time
for anything else. And I work.

But the truth is
I love cinema with a passion.

I should have been a director,

of films, I mean,
not of a bank.

One last suggestion, Hugo.

Basilio.

-Basilio?
-Yes, Basilio.

Fernén-Gémez
would do it much better

than Fernando Rey.

COMO in.

Toast with butter and jam.

A large coffee
with three sugars

for the prettiest box office clerk
in Spain, France or Hollywood.

Stop talking such rubbish.

Well...

The tickets for Christmas Day.

80 stalls and 80 circle.
Total, 160. Count them!

I don't need to.

-You know what we have to do?
-Get married.

Don't say it like that.
I'm serious. Get married.

And set up a ticket sales business
With 20%.

It's legal and it makes money.

We'd have the best seats
for the cinema, the theater,

soccer, bullfights,
boxing, everything.

You and me together, you out front
and me on the telephone.

-We'd make a fortune.
-Yeah.

-Can I have two seats for tonight?
-They're in the front row.

-And upstairs?
-Just the front row.

Thank you.

And no shady dealing,
know what I mean?

You're saying that
because you know I'm married.

-Otherwise...
-Get unmarried.

You look after Pola,
she's the best girl around.

How is she?

Fine, you know.

Give her my regards.

Being a scalper is all right
when you're in your twenties,

like I was after my army service.

But you get tired of being
arrested every other day.

Well,

looking for an office and selling
seat tickets isn't a bad idea.

Golidia is doing great.

And as for getting unmarried,

we'll talk another day.

What's wrong?

Again?

I don't know what to do.

-He gives me his word.
-Son of a bitch.

But after three days,
he starts again.

Last night I said to him:

"The next time,

I'll take the child

and leave...

Carmencita notices everything now,
she's getting scared of her father.

Two for the dress circle, please.

I just have the front row
of the stalls.

You should see him
when he's drunk.

He's a different person.

They say man is the only animal
to make the same mistake twice.

It's not true, Higinio.

Women

do it at least three times.

Anyway, you know...

Come on, Teresita,
don't get upset.

And eat up,
your coffee's getting cold.

I'll come and get it later.

...stragglers from both armies.

The last they'll do
is take your horse...

Where can we find a place
around here that we can afford?

Save up,

and I'll keep my ears open.

Now you shall go home.

Anyone who did what you've done
today can take care of Sherman.

Come along, Scarlett,
stop crying.

Blow your nose
like a good little girl.

The Ibiza.

"The Diary of a Chambermaid",
with Paulette Goddard

and "The Drums of Fu Manchu"

You could splash out
and take me to "Gone With The Wind".

It's always full.

I hear Clark Gable is...

Remember him in
"China Seas",

when they tortured him
With the Malay boot?

The Narvéez.

"Down Argentine Way",
wonderful Technicolor,

and "Notorious", with
Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman.

-Someone's ringing.
-That one.

That one, Eusebio.

-Good evening. Donia Anunciada.
-Hello, Donia Rufi.

A body gets out of breath
on the stairs.

Come in, come in.

Sit down and have a rest.

-Just for a minute.
-Hello.

Would you like a drink?

You know I never drink,
but thank you.

-How are we doing?
-Just as you'd expect.

Getting worse every day.

I don't know why everyone
wants to grow old.

I just don't know.

That Virgin is Portuguese too,

isn't she?

Yes, indeed.
Nueskra Sahara as Desconsmados.

"Os" Desconsolados.

Yes. What does that matter?

It matters a lot, Anunciada,

because it's the second Portuguese
virgin you've brought in here.

The first one was last year
when you brought

the "Virgen dos Oyos Grandee".

WhiCh means
the Virgin of the Big Eyes

and how
Nuestra Senora Os Descosolados.

What's going on?
Are there no Spanish Virgins?

What about the Virgen del Pilar,
the Macarena, the Moreneta?

And the Virgen de la Paloma
and the Virgen de Puy de Estella,

which happens to be mine!
Where are they?

Don't you work with them?
Well, take note of this.

As this is a Portuguese virgin,

the people who have to give
offerings are the Portuguese,

not the Spaniards.
That's for sure.

So you can tell the people
in your parish church on behalf of

Eusebio Cascajero y Esparza

that if they want offerings

they should bring Spanish virgins.

And while you're at it,
tell your friends

in black,

also on behalf of
Eusebio Cascajero y Esparza,

that Fatima is a big lie.

Yes, yes,

I heard it On Radio
Independent Spain, short wave.

A little plane was flying around

and when people saw
the sunlight reflected on its wings

they thought it was

the sun that was dancing,

and the Portuguese
were spellbound.

But, no!

A little plane, that's all.

-Are you still making paper roses?
-What a life!

It's better than slaving away
on the Singer.

Have you left Bilbao for good?

I've been a pen pusher at RENFE
for two years,

and writing whenever I can.

By the wav,

tonight I'm reciting here
in "Early Morning Verses",

with Manuel Alcéntara,

a young poet from Malaga.
He's very good.

I'm telling you because
I'd be so happy if you came.

Tonight?

I don't lhink I can.

On the 3rd, I'm giving a recital
in the Segovian Center.

You never stop.

And next Wednesday, the 2am,
I've got a wedding.

A second cousin of mine,
Maribel, is getting married,

to a widower.

They're having a big celebration.

Look, I've just received the menu
with the invitation.

If you want to come with me...

"Ham rolls,

consommé with egg yolk
and a dash of sherry,

bream, chicken..."

Chicken garnished with vegetables
and French fries.

Naturally, white and red wine,
liqueurs, cake...

-I don't know what to say.
-Champagne...

Claridad Publishers, Argentina,

published in 1944
and possibly out of print.

-If it's not, shall I order it?
-Yes, please.

It'll take a while.
I have to write to the publisher.

It's in Buenos
Aires, 1621-1645 San José Street.

-Shit, what a memory!
-Not one paper.

It's all here.

-And "Fiesta"?
-Diana, Mexico.

I think it was published 18
months ago, but it sold very well.

You're referring to what is called
in English "The SUI'! Also Rises".

Yes, that's it.
See if it's available.

I've taken note.

I nearly forgot,
another "Canto General", by Neruda.

So, one Amer“, mo max Mm
and two “Qankos Genemes“ .

Will it be very swanky?
I need to know what to wear.

You always look wonderful.

I'd be there as your... what?

As you wish.

Well, as a friend.

That explains this date.

No, it's got nothing
to do with that! I'll explain.

There's a literary contest
in Catalonian, in Brazil,

in Sao Paulo.

Poetry Festival of the Catalonian
Language in Exile.

The Xandri Award,
with an X.

This is the cutting.

My brother sent it to me.

You know he had to get out
of here fast and go over there.

“'5 true.

"Xandri Award. Poetry Festival
of the Catalonian Language in Exile."

I'm going to take part.

It'll be hard, because
all of America will be competing,

but I've got nothing to lose.

Twelve sonnets.

I still don't know if they'll be
about the sea, about love...

I'll write them in the language
of the Empire

and you put them
into Catalonian.

The prize is 2,000 cruceiros.

If I win, you get 200.

Do them about the sea,
the love thing is old hat now.

An allegory between (be sea
and liberty would be good,

don'! you mink?

-What?
-I'm sorry.

You should do them about the sea,
the love thing is old hat.

Something like Valéry's
"The Graveyard by the Sea".

An allegory between the sea
and freedom would be good.

Terrific. That's it.

So, if we win,

1,000 cruceiros for you,
and 1,000 for me.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Are you all right, champ?

Troncoso told me

that Arionilla took the adding
machine home every night,

to do finger and handle work,

and the bets
are 4-1 in his favor.

This isn't the time
to tell Estévez that.

It is, because
he thrives On difficulties,

right, Estevita?

I'm a friend of numbers,

and numbers are my friends.

What?

I'm a friend of numbers,

and numbers are my friends.

And prime numbers?

The most important of all!

-Ansorena
-What?

Povedano...

This is no time for jokes.

-So you're not staying, Don lrineo?
-I can't, I've got an engagement.

But take this...

and, in my name,
bet 10 pesetas on Estévez and...

another ten on Arionilla.

I'm putting a few pesetas
on Estévez.

-Don't forget to open the windows.
-Don't worry, Don lrineo.

Windows...

Ready.

Eyes ahead.

Little fingers in position.

And...

"Obeying a decree
of unprecedented depravity

comma

Christ was despoiled

comma

unmitigatedly comma

of His woven garment

by coarse, criminal henchmen

to be flagellated or fustigated

cruelly with barbaric whips
comma

and comma

in their uncivilized way comma

with extreme irony
and cruelty comma

they crowned him with thorns
full stop...

You may remove your masks
and sign the exercise.

YOU have a five-minute break.

Balbina,
will you come to my office?

Thank you.

The thing is, Balbina,

over the last few days
you've shown a lack of interest.

Your work is getting worse.

You've gone from 315 keystrokes

to 170.

I'm afraid that
if you go on like this

your chances of getting
the position in the Inland Revenue

are minimal.

Is anything wrong?
Do you have a problem?

No. I don't know.

-I am interested.
-But not as you were before.

And it's a pity.

You have a gift for typing.

Your hands are special.

If you want, I can
give you private classes.

-It's...
-No, don't worry about the money.

When you get the post,
we'll sort that out.

Well, the thing is, I work

and I don't have much time
for some classes.

As well as preparing for the state
exam, I'm finishing Commerce.

Balbina, when one wants,
there's time for everything.

All my hours in the day
are filled,

from 8:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m.

But if both of us are interested...

What time do you start work?

Some days at 7:00 a.m.,
others at 3:00 p.m.

It depends.

I'm a ticket clerk in the Subway,

in the Retiro Station.

What a coincidence.
I live close by, in Jorge Juan.

Well, the days you start at mo,
come at 6:00,

and when it's an afternoon shift,
come at 2:00.

That's when we stop for lunch.

Well...

Did you break a nail?

No, it's nothing.

Does it hurt'?

A bit.

Balbina, it's a pity.

With these pianist's hands,

you could win the Miss Underwood
contest in Chicago.

DOGS that contest exist?

No.

The war in Korea, however distant
and exotic it may seem to us,

has done no more
than give further credit to Franco.

What would have become
of the West,

of Europe,

of the World, dammit,

without our Crusade?

Fourteen years before,

fourteen years,
which is nothing, right?

Well, fourteen years before

the world realized what
the communists were really like,

it was our breasts and our arms

that were breaking lances
in defence of the Faith

and of the civilization
that was under threat.

Is that not so?

That's why it isn't strange

that Franco is the person
most admired by President Truman.

Believe me.

Truman doesn't make
a single move

without phoning Franco beforehand.

And then they say that Franco
is this or Franco is that.

General,

when you're ready...

Good evening.

Follow me, please.

This way.

The people who go
to the terraces in summer

are not café people.

People who go to terraces
are amateurs,

they're not like us.

They drink beer
and "horchata".

Believe me,
I've never sat on a terrace.

It's horrific.
I don't know how they stand it.

Harassed at all hours
by beggars,

by tie salesmen
who are even worse,

by photographers,
by candy sellers.

And what about
the pests who sell

those wind-up toys?

And the ones selling
lighter flints?

Hush!

Terrace-goers have got
nothing to do with cafés.

They go to the terraces
because they can't go to the spas.

But, really,
can you imagine...

I don't know,
Don José Ortega y Gasset

out on the street,

in full view of everyone,

besieged by those people

who sell
liquids for removing stains?

What's more, it's a lie,
because they don't work.

The cafe is the cafe
and the terrace is the terrace.

Paco,
another jug of water, please.

-Don Antonio Miguel!
-Hello, Julia.

-It's lovely to see you.
-How are you?

When I come here, I always feel
I'm in a dentist's waiting room.

It was my father's surgery.
He was an urologist.

For you,
and happy Christmas.

Good lord, Don Antonio Miguel,
why on earth did you bother?

-Sit down, please.
-After you.

Thank you.

I know you like
these chocolates liqueurs.

And I promised you
those stockings,

for the prettiest legs
in the Salamanca district.

-Clippers!
-Clippers?

The everlasting stocking.

Well, how is business?

Just so-so.
This year, just so-so.

Why is that?

It's simply because
less people are dying.

-You don't say.
-Better food, better hygiene.

It's not like the Forties.

And the price of good wood
is sky high.

You wouldn't believe
the price of a coffin that's merely

decent,
with no decoration.

Well, Don Antonio Miguel,
don't get annoyed with me,

but I've made my mind up,
quite firmly.

I don't want any pine box.
They can burn me.

That's another thing.
There are more cremations.

It's more modern,
it's cleaner,

there are no bones or skulls.

What's more, I've heard

they put your ashes
in a little porcelain jar

and give it to your family.

You must admit that

it's quite different.

But to think that one will be
reduced to a simple jar of dust

left on top of a sideboard
is not very...

Don Antonio Miguel,

the lady from Cordoba says
that when you're ready...

-You know, the usual place.
-Thank you, Angustias.

Dust.

IS dust worth the trouble?

It's up to you, Julia.

DONG!

DONG!

Arionilla,
two minutes, two seconds.

Estévez,
two minutes, four seconds.

Partial winner on times,
Arionilla.

Gentlemen!

We'll now move on to the totals.

Arionilla,

112 million,

970 thousand,

see,

and 22 GEMS.

Estévez,

112 million,

970 thousand,

see,

and 22 GEMS.

There is a mistake,

a difference

of 27 pesetas.

He's screwed up.

The tens are inverted.

A mistake in the 28th number

by Arionilla.

The correct total is Estévez's

and he has WON the contest!

Estévez! Estévez!

Arionilla,

you're phenomenal,
congratulations.

I want to take this opportunity

to tell you that

if we exercised our brains more

we'd halt
the invasion by machines.

If we don't do it, my friends,

the day will soon come

when all of us
will end up as their slaves.

Shit!
Estévez knows it all!

With a one and a two
and a one, two, three!

Estévez, Estévez...

After class, I took a walk
around the Plaza Mayor

and looked at the stalls
selling Nativity scenes.

-On your own'?
-No, with Pili.

What were
the Nativity scenes like?

What do you think?

The Holy Family, with the donkey,
the straw, the shepherds...

Eat up, love,
your soup will get cold.

And it's your favorite.

What was Pili saying?
How's her mother?

She's better.

Pili hasn't been here
in a while.

YES.

Listen, Balbina,

I was thinking that,

now that it's Christmas,

why don't you ask your boyfriend
to have a drink here,

in OUT home?

Well, I wouldn't exactly
call him my boyfriend.

No?

Well, your...

Your suitor.

-He's not that either.
-Then what are you?

Well, we're friends.

Friends.

Tell me,

that ring...

Did your friend give you that?

YES.

LETS have a |00|(.

-May I see it?
-Yes.

-It's lovely.
-I'll say.

Is it gold?

Yeah, in a pig's ass.

Don't say that.
Give it to me!

Let's see.

Look, it says here

"GIG".
What (1065 it mean?

German GUN.

Even if you are just friends,
ask him home.

We'd just like to meet him,
nothing more than that.

-What's his name?
-Honorio.

He's going to be away
at Christmas, working.

But he'll be back at New Year,
before the 6th.

Your mother says that

HE'S a commercial "WHEY.

Yes, that's the problem.

Why?

Because
he's always moving around.

-Oh, of course.
-He doesn't have a steady job.

Now he's going to La Rioja,
Ezcaray, Aro,

and then Palencia.

This is the busiest time
for biscuit orders.

RED SIN

Oh, my God!

Happy birthday,
my dear Mr. lrineo.

-Are the children sleeping?
-Of course, Mr. lrineo.

Out cold.

-Are you sure?
-Of course, Mr. lrineo.

Absolutely.

Would Mr. lrineo like me
to pour him a glass of champagne?

Yes, of course.

But first,

would you like to do
a little tasting?

I appreciate it.

I don't like
having to tell you to pay,

especially at a time like this,

but, apart from this month,
you also owe October and November,

and the landlord complains to me,
and I'm just the janitor.

Before Christmas Eve,
I'll pay for October,

and at the end of the year,
November.

And tell Don Porfirio from me
that I always pay,

late, but I pay.

God will punish him
for being so uncharitable

to a poor old woman
with no one to defend her.

LOOK, take this.

It's a holy picture of
Our Lady of the Unconsoled,

so that she'll grant you health.

You're coughing a lot recently,
Carmen.

Take my advice,
put a hot poultice on your chest.

TO hell with the holy picture.

Give it to someone else.
I don't believe in those things.

And I don't know why you say
I'm coughing a lot.

I had a cold and now I'm fine.
Damned if I'll use a poultice.

Anyway...

I'm sorry to come so late

but I've called
on several days

and either you weren't in
or you wouldn't open the door.

Good night.

Today "Marca" said that Madrid
was bringing Escarone as coach.

Escarone,
world champion in 1930.

He took 117 penalties
and put 116 in the net.

The one he missed
bounced off the crossbar.

But being coach for Madrid
is a different matter.

Madrid is a difficult team
for coaches.

Bernabeu decides everything,
even how they take corners.

Hare, go get the taxis
and bring them to the door.

-We'll be down in ten minutes.
-Very well.

What a surprise, Don Jose Pedro.

We weren't expecting you
until the spring.

I was keen to come.
The money's in my coat.

No, there's no hurry, maestro.
It's all agreed.

They'll be paid
when you finish the fight.

They're going to sign a receipt,
so you can claim expenses.

No paperwork.

Leave US alone.

Don Jose Pedro, this may not
be the best time, but...

You've got a lot of influence,
you're well connected.

You were at Franco's side
when he took Barcelona.

What is it?

I've got a brother,

he's older than me,
a good guy,

DUI HE'S a bit Of an extremist.

He's been in jail for a while

and WE'VE been l0Id that

he may be shot next month.

For being a communist.

He's not a communist,
he's an asshole.

After the war, he got
a job as a lathe operator

and he was very good,
but they fired him.

For being a communist.

I don't know.

Then he went to France.
I wrote to him not to come back.

Give me all the details afterwards.

Don Jose Pedro,
I don't know how to thank you.

-What are the bulls like?
-The bulls?

One is a marvel.

The horns...
Maestro, horns are horns.

Bright eyed,
not heavy, but very strong.

We've called him "Birlaor".

I like it.

All the ones that end in "or"
are good and charge to the right.

-The second one?
-The second one...

He's black, but really black,
like a black telephone.

Powerful muscles,
fearless,

well-positioned horns...

We haven't named him yet.

"Barberito".

Congratulations.

You couldn't have been luckier.

It's as if this were your birthday.

EVEN better.

It's as if you'd won
the Christmas lottery.

They're only going
to ban your novel. That's all.

You can carry on
appearing on the radio

and you can continue to write,
under a pseudonym,

your novels about cowboys,
romances and monsters.

And they told me clearly

that no one will stop you
writing another serious novel

or submitting it for the "Nadal".

And they're not asking

that the protagonist
should be a priest or a Falangist.

But,

neither should he be an undesirable.

Let him love his country a bit,
dammit, and go to mass occasionally.

I mean it, Ricardo,
you should be happy,

because they even talked about
locking you up.

One of the censors, Fr. lbarra,
was insisting on it.

That's when I spoke up
and said enough was enough,

if we'd gone to war it was
to defend the freedom of all.

IS that not SO?

I'm saying all this

so you can tell Chuchi.

I know your wife is saying
that her fascist cousin

won't do anything for the family.

That's why I'm saying
this is your lucky day.

Go bet on the game,
I'm sure you'll win.

To celebrate,
we'll have a glass of brandy.

My treat. Paco!

By the wav,

a little bird told me

you're learning to tango.

Now, I really like the tango,

especially

"La Cumparsita"
and "Yira".

But

the tango has got a bad name.

A lot of people
think it's obscene.

Can you not try
something more normal?

A jota, a sevillana, a pasodoble...
Something normal, dammit.

Yes, indeed, it's very simple.

If you've lost a leg
on the nationalist side,

you're a glorious
mutilated gentleman.

If it was torn Off
on the republican side

you're a lousy cripple.

But, tell me,
if you've lost both, like me,

and each one on a different side,
what are you?

You're an asshole,
that's what.

Thank you.

Good evening, Don Jose Pedro,
what a night.

Good evening.

Jose Pedro,
you've sold every seat.

TO the bullfight!

Hell, who taught you to drive?

Sorry.

Look how pretty Anunciada was.

What would that idiot Carmen say
if he saw this fortune?

Just look, Don Porfirio!

You have to save, Pipo,
you have to save for tomorrow.

WHO KNOWS when if" arrive'?

Come on, bull.

Olé!

HE'S wonderful.

Hook him on the snout.

"The day has ended,

no one interrupts the peace now.

There only remains
next to the anvil

misery on its knees."

This is dedicated
to a very special person,

from Barcelona.

"When..."

"When the faces,
do you remember..."

The important thing,
as Estévez said,

is that the mayor, your cousin
and the kid

arrive at the bank
at 10:00 on the dot.

No earlier, no later.
Al 10 :00.

Otherwise, we're all screwed.

If you tell them exactly
what I told you to tell them,

there's no problem.

Laurita, tell that Acisclo

I can fit you in at 10:00.

Before that, I've got a meeting
With the Risk Committee,

and at 10:30
the Management Executive.

But, despite the work I've got

and the fact it's Friday,

I'll be delighted to see you
from 10:00 to 10:30

because,

cousins,

the family comes first.

Very good!

One thing, don't say
"Tell that Acisclo".

Say "Tell Acisclo",

and give it a bit more rhythm.

LOPS see it.

A bit more slowly,
look the bull in the eye.

Torero, get him in position.

Come on.

The same again.

This bullfighter
has got style.

-Torero!
-That's it, keep going.

Finish it with style.

Bravo, maestro!

Music!

Torero!
You're phenomenal!

Here we go.

Know what I was thinking?

If he finally gets the money,

which I had doubted,

but after meeting lrineo

who's mad as a hatter,

anything could happen.

So,
if the film goes well,

we could come and live here.

-In Spain?
-Yeah.

-What's got into you?
-My mother.

It would be nice
to bring her home.

“'5 her life's dream.

And she's got relatives here.

In Vigo,

she's got nieces, cousins...

And Madrid is pretty.

I like it.

It's dry.

My back doesn't hurt me here.

We could bring your parents too.

No, not them.

No one could snift them
from Barrio Norte.

And they're Old.

But they do have relatives here.

Anyway, let's wait and see.

I've still got commitments
with Paramount.

Stop messing around
with Hollywood.

That was torture.
I'll never go back there.

They treated you like a doormat.

You have to have patience
with Hollywood.

Like hell! The Yanks want
your talent to sort out

the rubbish written
by their own mediocre people.

You waiting at home all day
in case they call.

And here they speak
the same language.

At times I don't understand a word,
but it's the same.

So they say.

They'll appreciate you here.

You'll see,
you'll be like Gardel.

Gama and Lepera.

Peron over there,
Franco here.

We'll change barracks.

Zully and Fatty are coming.

-Who told you?
-Babsy.

Amadori got a great offer.

Look,

at the Embassy dinner,
whatever happens,

we'll ask them
to sort out our papers.

There are so many stories
to tell about Spaniards.

We've got enough already
for eight films.

The ships,

the misunderstandings,
the waiting...

Their joy when they arrived,

how they kissed
the ground in the port.

My grandma looked at the bread
every day with such fondness.

She stroked it,
as if it were a kitten.

And she ate it all,
she didn't leave a single crumb.

Hunger must be a terrible thing.

We've got no idea
what real hunger is like.

When we are really keen to eat,

we call it "appetite".

The people here went hungry,

and it's not over yet.

Am I as big an ogre as they say?

Well...

yes and no.

Yes, because you are.

And no,

because I don't care.

COMO on!

Wait till you see
the electricity bill!

Don't worry, Rufi.

Look,

I was thinking

that

this...

Honorio...

Honorio

is a good boy

and he's doing well
selling Maria biscuits in La Flioja

or Fontaneda biscuits,

or whatever he's selling...

We still don't know
what biscuits he's selling.

Anyway...

If he really loves the girl,

if he does, Rufi,

I'd prefer that
to winning the Lottery tomorrow.

Well,

if we can choose,

so would I

but if we could maybe win
a little something.

And now,

wait till I'm asleep
before you start the concert.

Hey, hey, I don't snore.

I've told you a thousand times.
I breathe deeply...

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Pepito...

Good morning, Donia Justa.

Tell Paco
to bring me a coffee.

Did you see? At mass
they were all ink-stained.

-We just can't catch that idiot.
-Thank you.

Why don't you go
to the chiropodist?

Because he can't help.
I've gone.

All he does is give you ointment
that does no good

and change your insoles
every three months.

There's no solution.

My problem is I've got
bunions like quails' eggs

and the big toe on each foot
overlaps the other toes,

and then I can't raise my heels

because if I forget and lift them
I see stars.

You can't imagine the agony,
Don Natalio.

I wish I had bunions.

-You want to see my bunions?
-No.

Bring me some cut tobacco,
Fulgencio.

-And paper too?
-Yes, paper too.

Cifesa Films?

Good morning,
I'm Francisco Porrifios.

Don Vicente Casanova
left a message for me to call.

Thank you.

Mr. Casanova?

I'm Francisco Porrifios,
I was told you rang me.

Would I like to?

There's nothing I'd like more,

especially if it's in Cifesa Films,
the home of successes.

Shooting next week?

No, the thing is,
I'm called Francisco Porrifios,

but my stage name, the one I use
in my letters of introduction,

is Cesar March.

Yes, Cesar March.
It's for the famous Alfredo May.

Alfredo May,
Cesar March.

No, no, I don't care.

If you think it's necessary
for the tone,

I'd be delighted.

Between "Tenorio"
and "The Mayor of Zalamea",

How aboutt the end Of
the first act of "The Mayor..."?

Now?

"Estate and life
must be given to the king,

but honor belongs only
to the soul,

and the SOUL."

Hello? Don Vicente?

Mr. Casanova?

Hello?

You can laugh
all the way to hell,

bastards!

Shit!

Nothing, not a hint of a fever.

36.5.

That penicillin is a miracle.

-One injection, and that's it.
-Then do the drawing for me.

Come on.
Let's do that drawing.

Vézquez, telephone.
Branch One.

The liquidator at Banesto,
he says it's urgent.

Someone from
the Clearing House.

-Donia Julia, happy Christmas.
-Happy Christmas.

Yes?

Yes, speaking.

What?

But that's...

That's impossible!
Run over?

Your wife has been taken
to San Carlos,

to San Carlos Hospital.

To Casualty, I guess.

I'm a neighbor of yours,

I live at number 12,
across the street from you.

1,500.

You could have put on
a clean shirt.

And another tie.

IS thiS the suit?
The Sunday suit?

I'd say it looked better
on its late woner.

Put on mine.

Take my pants.

-What's your shoe size?
-7 1/2

Listen to me.
Take a breath, a deep breath.

Like that.

And now, repeat after me,

I am the general director
of Boca.

I am the general director
of Boca.

No, you're not, Monte.

I am the general director
of Boca.

I am the general director
of Boca.

With more conviction!

I am the general director
of Boca!

I am the general director
of Boca!

-Louder, say it again.
-I am the general director of Boca!

The mayor of Cogollete,

your cousin and the kid
are here.

It's Cogolledo, dammit.

Can you spare some money?

Like hell, I can!
Who do you think I am'?

Pick up that cigar end.

San Bernardo.

Don't you have...

From the day I met you,

I knew
I'd chosen the wrong path.

But I have to follow it.

Miss,

the station closest
to Dulcinea Street'?

Alvarado .

Go to Sol,

take Line 1 in direction
Tetuan-Cuatro Caminos.

One for Alvarado, please.

Thank you.

Get a move on.

That's Virginia tobacco.

There's another one.

Get that cigar end.

In Boca
we're studying the possibility

of undertaking an operation

that will allow us lo associate
with European banks.

Acisclito, love,
leave that alone.

What did your father say
before we came?

In banks,
you look but don't touch.

Or they'll charge us commission!

Kids like to touch everything,
isn't that right, Acisclito?

It's a gift I got

from Rockefeller, the banker,
for my birthday.

Jeez!

COMO in.

-With your permission, sir.
-Come in, Estévez.

I'm sorry to bother you, sir,

but you have to sign the check
for Bosporous Petroleum, S.I.

We agreed on 15 million,
didn't we, Estévez?

Dollars, yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

The Executive Committee
is starting in five minutes

and today, the Ministry of
Industry and Trade,

Don Juan Antonio Suances,
is attending

and he was very keen
to see your reports

before deciding on
future international investments.

And the Minister has just told
the Auditors' Committee

that he wants to know
"my friend Moniesinos' opinion".

His very words.

-That's amazing.
-Jeez!

Tell Suances I won't be long,

I'm with some very dear relatives.

You can tell him

that one of them is mayor
of Cogollete de la Sierra.

No, the mayor of Cogolledo.

-Cogolledo. What did I say'?
-Sir, you said Cogollete.

This head of mine!

There are so many things...!

-That is all, Estévez.
-With your permission, sir.

And thank you.

We have to leave too.
We're going to the HolyJesus,

to thank him
for saving Acisclito.

You know what, cousin?

The Holy Jesus is a wonder.

Si. Francis of Assisi,
SI. Damian...

Anyone compared to him
is a sham.

Yes, come in.

Don lri...

What is it, Poyatos'?

May I go to the doctor?

Yes, go on.

Thank you, Don... Don...

This is confidential,

but 60% of the Rif Mines

and 52% of Barcelona Trams

are ours already.

Jeez.

COME in!

Sir, the Minister is waiting.

You know, Mr. Suances
is getting a little nervous.

Tell the minister to be patient.

Being nervous
won't get him anywhere.

Well, anything you need,
I'm at your disposal.

Loans, guarantees,
foreign currency,

calendars, ball point pens,
erasers...

Very good, Mr. Poyatos!

Now my brother is you
and you are Maribel.

That's how you should hold her.

Very good, Mr. Poyatos.

Now, you are you
and I am your future wife.

Hold me... That's it.

Good!

I'm a bit dizzy.

He jumped up,
grabbed Saludes by the throat,

and the audience started to shout:
"The neck lock!"

Lambén started to squeeze

and Saludes was choking.
He nearly killed him.

He collapsed on the floor.

-I heard they took him to hospital.
-It's all a lie, Quique.

The falls, the blows,
the headbutting...

"'5 all a farce.

-What?
-It's all pretend.

A circus.
Like a circus.

-But they bleed.
-They do it themselves.

They put a bag of blood
between their fingers and then,

without anyone realizing...

They hit themselves

and end up like an Ecce Homo.

Is that true, Mr. Romualdo?

Is it all a lie,
like Mr. Eusebio says'?

Go on,
take those shoes to Braulio's.

They're to put on
half soles and heels

and then cover them
with rubber heelguards.

Quique,

it's not all a lie.
There are a few tricks,

a lock or a throw.

Put the shoes down
and throw me like they do.

BUt USO force.

Well, I'm Off.

The ARM“.

And this is

one "Canto General",
and one Max Aub.

Here's the other "Canto General"
and the other Max Aub.

EXCUSE me.

Hey...

It's not what you're thinking.

English writer, born in Bombay,
won the Nobel prize in 1907.

-8 letters.
-No, that's impossible.

-No, sorry, 7 letters.
-Th BPS it.

Kipling.

You're fine here, aren't you?

You must bark.

If a certain person hears you,
you're sausage meat.

Good dog.

Good boy.

Honorio.

And?

That's what she told her mother.

She's going out
with a boy called Honorio.

He's a biscuit salesman
in La Rioja.

In the New Year, apparently,

he's coming to the house

So we can meet him.

See how everything
gets fixed in the end?

-And the Dodge?
-That can't be fixed.

The 999-

What egg? This isn't an egg day.
Can't you see?

-Who can that be'?
- I don't know. Go and see.

Samueye!

Samueye!

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Forgive me
for not calling beforehand,

but I wanted to give you
the surprise myself.

-Please, come in.
-Thank you.

To what do we owe the honor?

Hugo, Perlita...

This is my Christmas gift to you.

You shouldn't have bothered.

I also wanted to tell you that,

even though I'm sure
you'll be very well attended here,

it's Still an hotel.

And

for me and for my wife

it would be an honor to have you
to dinner on Christmas Eve.

These celebrations,

when you're out of your country,

like it or not,

are...

And what's more,

film people...

I've always believed
that artistes,

wherever we may be from,

are one big family.

Don't you think?

Samueye!

-Mr. Higinio!
-What is it?

A phonecall.
It's your father.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Donia Dorita, I'm off.

I feel like SI. Peter!

-Good morning.
-Good morning, and happy Christmas.

You know the way, don't you?
Goodbye.

-Who is it?
-The iceman.

What's up?

Happy Christmas.

Jeez!
Kid, where did you get that?

Where do you think?
From my cousin's desk.

It's a nuisance.
Now we have to return it.

Not now.
First, we visit Jesus,

then we'll have lunch,
I'm starving, and then we'll see.

Because,
with all that my cousin has,

he won't miss
a lousy merry-go-round like this,

even if it was a gift
from Roquefort

or whatever you call
that American millionaire.

It's a piece of shit.

Jeez!

Pepito...

-Hey, Santi.
-How is César March today?

Hurrah for pretty owners.
We'll settle up later.

Hello.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

I'm out of breath.

Well,

that's it.

Go to the main door
at 2:00 on the dot

and ask for Brother Damian.
He'll let you in.

What do I owe you?

Whatever you like.

-There's five pesetas.
-See if you can make it ten.

The thing is, my mother

has got pleurisy
and even so,

she has to keep working.

During the day,
she cleans three houses

and at night she scrubs the stairs
in the Phone Company,

and she's 75.

I, as you can see,
can't do anything to help her.

We have to save, to see if she can
give up at least two houses.

Go on,
it'll shut him Up.

Here's another five pesetas.
Give them to him.

Here you are.

May God repay you.

Mom, why does that man
not have any legs?

-Love, don't say that.
-Why not?

"'5 rude to comment
on the misfortune Of others.

What's your name?

Acisclito.

Acisclito.

Well, Acisclito,

I don't have any legs
because I ate lots of candy

when I was young.

Heavens! Mom is right when
she says candy is bad for you.

I'll swap this for the chair.

I'll tell you
where you can stick it!

Who does that cripple
think he is?

Jeez.

Here we are,

in front of the most
repugnant monster in history

colon

Nero full stop

He organized hyperbolic
and rumbustious orgies

and bacchanals
of refined perversion.

Full stop new paragraph
men and women

sated with libations
and demented by lust

comma

displayed in the livid rings
under their eyes

their drunkenness and vice

final full stop.

320.

Much better, isn't it?

Those were very hard times

but seen from a distance

perhaps they were
the most truly ours.

Translation: D. Mac Closkey

Subtitles: LASERFILM Fixed by Spolding!