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NETFLIX PRESENTS
Give a speech!
All right, hold on.
Hush up, everyone.
I'll make a speech like every Christmas.
You thought you'd get out of it?
I propose a toast to celebrate the closing of the year
with the best results of the decade.
Yes!
-Congratulations and merry Christmas! -Merry Christmas!
Right.
Raúl, what's up?
He's taking off!
Come on.
Álvarez.
Oh, not at all.
We're all having such fun.
-I was just going to the bathroom. -Hurry back. We've ordered tequila shots.
Shots!
-Shots! -Come on.
-Shots! -Shots all round!
Raúl, I wanted to tell you something. Check this out.
As a guy with no friends in the office, you'll be objective.
What was that?
I deserved that promotion, not that bootlicker Sánchez, right?
-My numbers are way better, right? -Everyone knows they're totally unfair.
If I were you, Morales, I'd tell the boss right now.
Strike while the iron's hot.
Fucking hell.
Emilio, we need to talk.
Dammit.
-Coming through. -Careful please.
For Christ's sake!
-A photo? -Sorry, I'm in a hurry.
I don't know how.
-No, thanks. -A piece of nougat?
I don't like it.
-Please. -Go on, just a bit.
-Come on. -I said no!
Don't yell at Santa.
Look, sweetheart, this guy isn't Santa.
He's just a guy with no job, probably an alcoholic,
who gets dressed up in this ridiculous outfit to pay the rent
and buy cheap wine.
-Right? -Don't cry, sweetheart. Ignore him.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
-Son, I can never get hold of you. -I'm busy, Mom.
Please tell me you're coming home for Christmas this year.
-Please. -No.
Come on, Raúl, I bought langoustines. You love them.
I don't like langoustines, Mom.
You don't answer your mom's calls now?
You're disappointing me.
I'll stop calling then.
DEAR MR. MERINO,
ONE WEEK TO YOUR VACATION ENJOY THE CARIBBEAN
Raúl, the boss wants to see you.
Come in, Merino.
The door
shut it quietly, please.
The gin's high end but so is the hangover.
Sorry.
You're leaving right now for an audit. Have a good trip.
What?
There must be some mistake.
I told you I was going to Cuba.
I know, like every year. Get away from Christmas, right?
Obviously.
As far away as possible
from the twinkly lights, the shops, the fruitcakes--
I have to ask. Why do you hate Christmas so much?
Bravo!
Look, Sparky, it's the Three Magi, our favorite!
Sparky, be careful!
Sparky.
No reason. I just don't like it. Get someone else.
There's no one else. Ramón is off sick and Carol just had twins.
-But-- -But nothing.
It's a piece of cake.
You'll be done in a few days.
You'll make your flight and get out before it all starts.
Here's the company dossier.
A food factory in the Pyrenees, in Valverde.
-I'll be on that plane, no matter what. -Of course you will.
Good luck.
Bastard.
Not bad.
A small town.
Almost there.
-Hello. -Greetings.
Welcome.
-Welcome! -Hello, how are you?
-My God. -Hello! Merry Christmas!
Hello!
Stop! Don't go that way!
Hello. Yeah, I know it's Christmas.
This is too much.
Fantastic.
Wonderful.
Recalculating route.
Terrific.
He destroyed it.
Are you hurt? Are you okay?
Just wonderful.
I almost died, otherwise I'm great.
-What a mess. -Don't be like that. Not at this time.
It's Christmas, the season of good cheer.
Wow.
-What's a house doing here? -It's not a house, it was a manger.
-A manger? -Yes.
We put on a Nativity play every year.
What a joke.
Bullshit really.
It's a beautiful tradition.
I've been the director for eight years.
Good way to use your time.
If you don't mind, I need to get back to the real world.
Asshole.
Idiot.
Turn round when possible.
If only.
Excuse me, sir.
Could you hand me that branch?
I felt sorry for this poor guy out here all alone.
I've got a little friend for him.
Yeah, life is only worth living if we share it with others.
Don't you think?
Don't answer me.
Think about it.
Hello?
That photo is of the snow in 1973.
We got snowed in.
Nine months later, we had more babies than ever before.
Nice to meet you. I'm Blanca, the owner.
Blanca, like "white" Christmas.
-Raúl Merino. -You're here until the 23rd, right?
You're going to love our town.
Are you here for work or vacation?
Not my business.
You want a cookie? Or maybe something hot?
Or some crispy fried eggs?
-I make great-- -Nothing, thank you.
-I just want to go to bed. -I'll take you up.
I prepared the Melchior suite for you.
-Melchior? -Exactly. The Melchior suite.
We also have the Gaspar and Balthasar rooms.
The Balthasar is very nice. Your suite.
But it's darker
since it faces in.
The key, please.
Of course.
-Let me know if you need anything. -Thank you.
-Twenty-four hours. -Thank you.
No way.
You have arrived.
CONFECTIONERY AND NOUGAT FACTORY LA NAVIDEÑA
La Navideña?
Are you kidding me, Emilio? I'm auditing a nougat factory?
And marzipan. They cover the full range of Christmas sweets.
You know I hate Christmas.
You wouldn't have gone if I told you.
Really?
You can find someone else. I'm coming back.
Okay, fine. I'll be right there
with your severance.
-If you don't do your job, you're fired. -Well, I'm fired.
I'm out of here ipso facto.
Very well.
He's staying.
Terrific.
Send me to a nougat factory.
Here I am an idiot in the freezing cold.
You a bastard.
-Good morning. -Good morning. Welcome to La Navideña.
Nougat and sweets, marzipan and treats.
How can I help you?
I'm here to audit the factory.
-My name is-- -Raúl Merino, right?
Mateo Salinas, director of La Navideña, my pleasure.
-How was your arrival? -You could say it was smashing.
We're a family. Right, Luisa?
Absolutely.
You'll get to know everyone.
I can't wait.
I travelled all over, seen the world, but there's nowhere like this place.
I'm here to fill in for my dad.
He's declined a bit with age.
That's life.
If you could tell me where to set up.
The sooner I start,
the sooner I'll finish.
-Of course. We have an office for you. -Great.
You'll want to see the factory first, right?
Come with me.
I just wanna start.
I'll show you the whole process.
We toast the almonds in these ovens.
Follow me.
I love that sound. Hear it?
That's the almonds flowing through the factory to this spot,
where they're mixed with the flour, so we get that texture.
Fascinating.
Arturo, our master nougat maker.
If you have any questions about the world of nougat,
he has the answers.
Sweet but not too sweet.
Firm, but no lumps.
It's like putting a piece of Christmas in your mouth.
Thank you, Arturo.
You can see that the paste here has become a solid block.
Magic.
These blocks are then cut into bars, ready for packaging.
-Good morning, Pilar. Sagrario. -Hello.
This is where we dress our nougat for all those Spanish family dinners.
Marga's been here for 20 years.
-Right? -I have.
Since before my first child was born.
She has five.
We can't make a marzipan in the shape of a dog.
Kids won't eat man's best friend.
A cat? Maybe.
But a dog? Never.
Our R&D guys are real pros.
Do you know what we're most proud of?
No?
La Navideña employs most of the people in the town.
I finally did it.
Yes, I did it.
Hold on.
-I know that man. -You're going to fly.
My father. Heart and soul of La Navideña.
Dad? Say hello to Raúl Merino.
Dad.
What did I do?
The bathroom, please?
-The taxi will take an hour, more or less. -An hour?
-There's only one in the whole valley. -Right.
There's good news.
The tow truck's taken your car.
-Super. -Isn't it?
We can take you to Valverde. We have a gynecologist appointment.
Thank you, don't worry. I'll walk.
What do you mean you'll walk? It's five kilometers.
Of course you're coming with us.
You can't say no. She's very stubborn.
I didn't want kids but here we are.
-I'm José María. -María José.
José and María.
-José María. -María José.
-I'm José María. -And I'm María José.
It's confusing.
I'm just Raúl.
Well, Raúl, let's go.
Your child is kicking me.
-Look. Do you want to feel? -No!
Oh yeah, I can imagine.
Not long now.
Maybe we'll get lucky, and he'll play baby Jesus.
We do a Nativity play every year.
I met the director.
-Paula? -Yeah, she's totally crazy.
She's my cousin.
Very creative.
This one? I feel like it's raining
-Hello? -Hello.
-Hey there. -Could I have a towel? There aren't any.
I'm so sorry.
-I'll bring them right away. -Thanks.
Sweetie, take some towels to the Melchior suite.
-I'm off to the dry cleaner. -Right away, Mom.
Come in, it's open.
The car guy?
The Nativity girl?
-What are you doing here? -I'm always here.
-It's my mother's hostel. -Lucky me.
Why do you say that?
No reason.
I feel bad about the car.
We got off on the wrong foot.
Friends?
Can I have my towel?
MOM MOBILE
-Are you gonna get that? -Not now.
Okay.
It's your mom. Might be important.
I want a towel, not an interrogation.
Take it easy.
-Here you are. -Thanks.
Much better, thanks.
-Hello. -Hello.
Good morning.
Good morning!
Can I help you?
Yes, we have a question.
What does an auditor do exactly?
951, 952, 953.
-954, 955-- -A question for you.
One second.
I just wanted to know what you studied.
My eldest is really good at math.
Not the youngest though. He's not the brightest.
I was thinking he could be an auditor.
The eldest, I mean.
But we can talk another time.
971.
-Shit! -Okay.
One.
Two.
There you are.
Please forgive my appearance, sir.
I really had no time to comb my hair.
Have a great day.
You too.
We can't fix that. It's totally ruined.
What do we do now?
-We could build a new one. -So get started.
We'll have to delay the Virgin's birth or it won't be finished on time.
No.
You guys can do anything.
And Saint Joseph is your patron.
What?
Forget it.
Paula, they're all here.
-Do we start or what? -Yeah, okay.
Hello!
Please get in line for the casting.
Come in one by one, please.
Who'd you like to play this year?
Shepherd.
Melchior, if possible.
Gaspar.
I see myself as the Virgin Mary, but
if you don't think so,
maybe the main washerwoman?
Centurion.
I'd like to be Saint Joseph.
Anyone but Balthazar?
We'll see, Kareem.
I was thinking, maybe the washerman?
I brought you sandwiches and mandarins, in case you're hungry.
Mom, we're doing the casting.
-The biker. -There were no motorcycles back then.
You could adapt it for millennials.
Virgin Mary would be great.
Baby Jesus.
Let's see, we have four shepherds,
nine washerwomen, two Saint Josephs,
a chestnut vendor, who is me.
Thirteen Magi, 15 Virgins,
and so on.
No archangel.
Good evening.
How are you all?
-Girls. -Hi, Mateo.
We need to rethink the cast.
-What? -Why?
Problems?
Yeah, you could say that.
If you want a part, I can offer you
centurion, chestnut vendor, or angel.
Angel, sweetheart.
I'd love to, but it's peak season at La Navideña. I've no time.
So what do you want?
Come with me.
What's going on?
What's this?
I heard about the accident and I bought another one.
It's a better one. Mahogany and Lebanese cedar.
I apologize for not asking you first.
Why would you apologize? It's wonderful.
-Thanks so much. -Not at all.
Are you doing anything this weekend?
We could get dinner at El Fogón.
Mateo, I…
I don't want to go out with you.
Not now or the last 15 times you've asked me this year.
It's not a date. We're just two friends having Christmas dinner.
In the private room of a romantic restaurant.
Come on, Mateo. I know you.
Okay.
You're right. I'm a pest.
But we were the perfect couple when we were kids.
No, we were 15-year-old kids who kissed four times.
Seven.
I like being your friend and I wanna keep it that way.
But that's it.
-If you want it back, I understand. -No way.
Don't think I bought an expensive manger just so you'd go out with me.
Okay, see you.
Thanks for the gift.
You're all so annoying about Mateo.
-If I don't like him, I don't like him. -We're not annoying.
You'll find someone who rings your bell.
When I was 30, I thought I'd never fall in love.
But one day, a guy came to the town festival.
He asked me to dance, and he held me.
The way he held me
made me feel something I'd never felt before.
What?
I wanted to dance with him for the rest of my life.
Mom.
Why did you never tell me about him?
What do you mean?
He's your father.
Oh my.
-I'll tell you one thing. -Please.
You don't need four more kids.
-Come on. -Go to hell, Marga.
It that the new guy?
The auditor.
Raúl!
How are you?
-Great, thanks. -Sit here with us.
No, I'm really busy.
I was thinking of having a sandwich in my office.
If we can't share a good meal, then what can we do?
We're all busy.
No.
We're barbarians.
And on that note
bon appétit.
-Thanks. -Same to you.
He's not very friendly.
Shit.
I knew it.
RESTROOM
The story of our factory began a long time ago.
In 1912,
Marcial Salinas, an expert in the technique and tradition
of the best Jijona nougat,
decided to open a family business
that ended up becoming this factory,
which sweetens Spanish palates today
and is the pride of our town.
I want to be a master nougat maker like my dad when I grow up.
Great idea.
I'd like to have a bakery.
-That's regrettable. -Have you seen this?
The girls and boys here don't dream of being footballers or YouTubers.
And you make it your job to brainwash them, right?
This is what is called "Christmas indoctrination."
If you're gonna be that cynical, you'll have ulcers by the time you're 40.
Oh, look who's showed up.
What are you doing here?
What about you? I'm their teacher.
I thought you worked in the hostel and directed Nativity plays.
If only that was all.
Silent night
We use our other hand to squeeze hard.
What was Charles Dickens saying in this novel?
Help!
What do you think?
Paulita never thinks she's doing enough for our town.
Okay, kids…
You know what?
We're not like city people.
I'll bet you don't even know your neighbors in Madrid.
As if that were bad. It's perfect.
No one gets into your life.
A life that nobody gets into is kinda sad.
Look.
Who have we here?
-Hello! -How sweet. How are you?
It's Mateo Salinas, director of La Navideña.
You have all the nougat you want.
You're the happiest man in the world, right?
This can't be serious.
Truth is, I can't complain. with all this nougat.
But there's always something missing that makes you truly happy.
-So I'll continue with the visit. -Of course.
I'm off to work. My blood sugar is through the roof.
You can laugh at our Christmas spirit.
But when many people lost their livelihoods,
we always had the factory.
Christmas, literally, saved our lives.
Well, I hope you enjoy it, literally.
I'll be spending Christmas on a beach with a daiquiri,
and 1,000 km away from the nearest manger.
You're such a grouch.
What's so bad about Christmas?
Sucker!
What's so bad about Christmas?
Nothing.
Apart from seeing relatives you hate,
buying tons of things you don't need, stuffing yourself like a pig,
the nougat ads, the diseases caused by excess sugar,
those horrific carols drilling into your brain on every corner,
streets lit with tacky lights,
pretending you're happy to please others.
Why do I hate Christmas?
What's so bad about Christmas?!
Everything!
-Please. -Christmas is shit.
He's the Grinch.
Kids.
Kids, come on, please.
He's the Grinch.
Come on.
Come now.
That's not nice.
Quiet please.
Good evening.
Hi there. How are you?
-Well. -You're the auditor, right?
You're staying at Blanca's, you hate Christmas.
It's a small town.
Right, so you know what I'm drinking.
No.
-It doesn't matter. Red wine, please. -Red wine coming up.
Can I ask you a question, just between us?
Yes.
Why do you hate Christmas so much?
Get ready, the clock's about to chime…
-How much longer, Ramón? -The clock is counting down.
The ball is dropping.
No, those are the quarter strikes, then the bells chime.
-Where's Candela? -No idea.
Look.
-Go! -There it goes!
With Tobías, my best friend?
Happy 2005!
Tobías.
No reason. I just don't like it.
Between you and me,
I'm not that keen on Christmas either.
The tinsel, the carols,
the kids singing just to get candy.
What are you talking about?
Nothing, Don Rafael. Just talking to this guy.
Merry Christmas, Don Rafael.
-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.
-One more. -Sure.
Hello?
Yes, it's me.
What?
Yes!
Attention!
Excuse me, everyone, I have great news!
After trying for five years,
the Guinness World Record guys have accepted our application!
We're gonna break the record of the biggest Nativity play in the world.
A town in South America holds the title,
but we'll beat them, right?
Absolutely!
If you want to take part, we still need people.
-Really? -Yes.
I'd really love to.
Just one problem.
I'm not six years old.
You're ridiculous.
Next round is on the house!
Excuse me.
CHRISTMAS MUS CARD TOURNAMENT
Let's see if it works. Bring him up.
Okay.
Fuck, who's pregnant, you or your wife?
-Put your back into it, Martín. -There he goes.
There you go.
It works. Put him down.
Bring me down!
Hang on. It's stuck. It won't go up or down.
This pulley is older than me. We need a new one.
What's wrong, honey? Is it coming?
No!
Santiago the farmer called me.
-Josefina died. -God.
-Who is it? His wife? -If only.
It's the mule.
He was gonna lend it to us for the Nativity.
So what do we do now?
We'll find another one, even if we have to pay for it.
-Paula! -Good God.
What's wrong? Tell me it's good news.
I'm afraid not.
If we're gonna dress everyone to break the world record,
we need more costumes.
I know we need more costumes.
How many are we talking about?
More or less 40.
-Forty! -I'm sorry.
A quick question, Paula.
Do we have enough money for all this?
The pulley, the costumes,
the ox, the mule, the carthorse.
There's so much.
Don't worry. I'll find a way.
Everyone, remain calm.
Hello?
Hello.
It's the budget for the Nativity, in case you're wondering.
I'm not in the slightest bit interested.
Is there a problem?
Yeah. I'm trying to fix the account
but with the world record, we've gone over budget.
This is all Christmas nonsense to you, right?
It is, but…
I am an auditor.
I mean, when it comes to work, it doesn't matter what it is.
We're like machines,
cold and unfeeling.
So Mr. Psychopath is offering to help?
I am.
Okay, that's it.
The problem is you were only worried about the costs,
and not the profits.
What profits? All I get is heartache.
Consider the tourists who'll come to the Nativity.
That's money for the bars, the shops,
and for the town hall paid in local taxes.
Right.
-What do I do with that? -You? Nothing.
I've designed a financial plan
that estimates the income from the Valverde Nativity.
If you present this masterpiece to the town hall,
they'll increase your budget, no question.
-Are you sure? -Sure.
Thanks so much!
No. Thank you.
I don't often get to feel like a hero.
When there's a problem, no one shouts, "Get me the auditor?"
Why are you looking at me like that?
You know, scratch the surface a little, and you're not such a Grinch after all.
The fuses have blown.
The fuse box is in the basement?
-Why? Are you scared? -No.
-It's not very practical. -Look out!
For that.
Are you okay?
You warned me just in time.
Look. These were my father's skis.
And those were mine. He taught me how to ski.
-Did he die a long time ago? -When I was little.
He was ill for a year, and after he died, my mother opened this hostel.
When I'm sad, I come down here.
He knew how to make people feel good.
Like you, right?
Let me show you something. Hold this.
This was my dad.
This is me.
Wasn't I pretty?
Very.
This mountain is really beautiful.
It's a pity you're not staying. You'd love it.
Yeah, but I was planning to finish up and I have a ticket to Cuba.
-Of course, your trip. -Yeah.
And then there was light.
-Guess we should get to bed. -Yeah.
-To sleep. -Of course.
Yes.
-Let's go. -Right.
-Sorry. -Sorry.
-808. -Sixty thousand euros.
72,897.
-Four million euros. -It's a winner!
-I won! -What?
-How much? -The price of my ticket.
-I won! -Marga.
-I nearly broke my water. -It's not the money.
It's the dream of winning.
The indirect costs don't match the balance sheets.
They're overvalued by about 10%.
Is this all the information you have?
-It is. -Well, it's wrong.
I don't know what could have happened.
-If I had a euro every time I heard that. -No! I'm serious.
-I have no idea what's wrong. -You should. It's serious.
Excuse me, gentlemen. Do you happen to have a stamp?
Dad, this is very important.
This is too. I have to write a letter to the Magi.
I'm running out of time.
We don't have any stamps.
-Ask Luisa. I'm sure she has some. -Perfect.
I've been really good this year.
And you, son?
Have you been good?
Excuse the interruption.
I think I know where the errors lie. He was in charge up until now,
the accounts, the staff, everything.
You can see how he is.
I'm sorry but I can't ignore this.
Of course not.
If you put this in your report, we won't get our loan extended.
Do you know what that means?
We've never let anyone go at La Navideña. No one, Raúl.
-I won't have a choice. -Wait. Let's see.
I wish I could help, but I have to put everything I see in my report.
That's it.
You'll do that.
You will. All I need is time to find my father's errors.
No, I have a trip the day after tomorrow.
A trip? Raúl, please, think about my employees.
Raúl.
It's Christmas.
No, that doesn't really work on me.
When you scratch under the surface, you find a good person.
One week. Not a day more.
God bless you, Raúl.
Raúl!
-Good news. -Yes?
I went to the town hall with your plan and they've increased my budget.
What did I say?
Thank you.
Such a shame you're leaving.
You won't see the Nativity.
I'm staying a few more days.
-What? -Yes.
You're staying?
I mean, it's great you're staying.
-Yes, it's work related. You see-- -You're spending Christmas with us?!
-It looks like it. -I'm so happy!
CLOSING AT EIGHT TODAY MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!
Hi, Edu.
-Good morning. -Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas!
Hon, hurry with the crab. We're running behind.
I'm coming, Mom. Take it easy.
-Merry Christmas! -Merry Christmas!
You all look gorgeous!
What? I've grown to the size of a house.
She is.
-I am? -I'll chill the wine.
You're prettier than ever, Mari José.
-Come and give me a hand. -You're such a great cook.
-I'm starving. -And I have great seafood.
We're all here now. Merry Christmas.
I planned on eating in my room.
What?
My tradition is to be in bed by ten and pray nothing bad happens.
So, enjoy yourselves.
What nonsense, absolutely not. You can't eat alone on Christmas Eve.
This evening, as we celebrate Christ's birth.
I once again send you my best wishes.
-Grandma, switch channels. -I send a message of faith.
-I wish you good luck in the next year. -Grandma?
My family and I send you our season greetings.
Are you okay?
For next year, we wish you…
Grandma?
…all the best.
Sit down, everyone.
The seafood's so fresh, it's practically jumping.
Since he found out I was pregnant, he's thrown up six times.
I remember being pregnant with Paulita.
The day I went into labor, there was an historic snowfall.
Her father, Julio, and I raced to the hospital.
We got caught in the snow in the car.
He was terrified.
When suddenly--
Suddenly, a guy on a motorbike appeared.
Yes, and guess who it was?
The gynecologist.
The hospital's gynecologist, and he attended me
in your dad's Renault Fuego.
So make no mistake, Raúl,
my child was born thanks to a Christmas miracle.
The vol-au-vents!
That ironic little smile tells me you don't believe in all this.
I don't know. Call me crazy, but I don't.
I don't believe in reincarnation or homeopathy either.
-Not even in gnomes. -Don't be like that. There're things--
Mr. Skeptic, it might bother you.
-But some things have no explanation. -Yet.
-That's true. -People thought rain was a miracle.
Then, someone proved it was condensed water vapor in the clouds.
Whether we know it, everything has a rational explanation.
Really?
How do you explain love?
Every day people fall in love with someone they really shouldn't.
They can't help it.
-Merry Christmas! -Merry.
Merry Christmas.
It's a miracle that after all this food, we'll eat Christmas lunch tomorrow.
It's getting late for me. Thank you very much.
-Did you invite someone? -No.
Hello!
-Come in! -Is it too late?
I couldn't make it earlier.
Blanca, Paula, although you don't work at La Navideña, you're like family.
Thank you. You're so sweet.
-Have a drink. -No, I'll leave you.
It's late.
Though I did happen to bring a bottle of champagne.
Okay, I'm off. Thank you so much.
No. None of this "I'm off."
Since we have even numbers, we can play charades.
-Of course! -Charades!
I love playing charades.
Stomach.
Belly.
-Raging Bull! -No.
-Moby Dick! -Time.
It was Rosemary's Baby.
-Our turn. -Yeah.
-You go. -No, you go. Show us what you've got.
Good idea.
Moby Dick.
Time.
Home Alone!
-Yes! -Oh yeah!
My girl is so smart.
Robin Hood.
Sister Citroen.
Miracle of Marcelino.
-Time. -It was The Hunger Games.
They did make movies after the Transition.
Fiddler on the Roof.
I don't know.
-Oh no! I don't get it. -Time.
Love Actually.
Our favorite movie.
-I'm sorry, José. I don't understand you. -Yeah.
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom!
Oh, yeah!
-Superman. Singin' in the Rain. -Time.
Mary Poppins.
Fuck.
It wasn't difficult.
-Pulp Fiction! -All right!
The Grinch!
Yes.
-E.T.! -Yes!
I knew that one.
We'll never know.
Pan's Labyrinth!
That's it.
Yes!
La La Land!
Yes!
You didn't do anything!
I mean, yeah.
Well done.
Congratulations.
You're more connected than us, and we've been together since our 20s.
It's mostly just luck.
It might be luck, but I want you as my partner for life.
I mean, for charades.
I love this song.
Let's dance, José.
Sounds good.
Want to dance?
-Come on. -No.
Come on, let's dance.
-I don't know how. -I'll teach you.
-We can't dance to this. -Yes, we can.
Come on, Mateo, dance with me.
But you gotta move.
You're so dull.
You're all much too sweet.
Yeah.
A snack anyone?
-Yes. -To get our strength back.
-All right. -What's going on here?
He was dancing.
He's a terrible dancer.
It might be time to go, Raúl.
He wants to keep playing charades.
-I'll get more champagne. -Choke!
The Exorcist!
-King Kong! -He's not playing.
Are you stupid or what?
Titanic!
We got it right!
Raúl? Are you okay?
Christ, what a fright.
That was close.
I'm fine.
Raúl, your arm.
God, it's on fire!
Please!
-What should we do? -Outside!
-Outside, -Get out!
Outside!
He's burning.
-Do something, José! -What am I supposed to do?
-Give me this! -No!
-Throw it! -Help him!
-You're drinking alcohol? -Just a little.
The man truly does hate Christmas.
Raúl!
Are you okay, son?
I'm fine.
-Who's there? -Raúl?
Christmas lunch is over.
-You can come out now. -Come in.
You can't blame me.
You saw what happens when I let my guard down.
Get your jacket. I have a plan you'll love.
-You sure? -Yes.
A bit singed.
Okay.
IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE TODAY AT 18:00
No.
Why? What did I do to you?
Don't be like that. It's a lovely movie.
-Every year, it gets worse. -Let's go.
The only thing worse than Christmas is Christmas movies.
Honey, I kept these two seats for you.
-Thanks, Mom. -Let's go for a walk.
-I can't. -Why not?
I'm the president of Valverde Film Club. I'm in charge of the screening.
What a surprise. What was I thinking?
-Hot chocolate! -Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks for trying, but I can't stay.
Merry Christmas.
-Rafa, we start in five. -As you say.
Okay, I'll stay.
I guarantee I'm going to hate this mush.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, George!
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter!
And Happy New Year to you, in jail!
Why don't you go on home? They're waiting for you!
Mary!
Look, Daddy.
Teacher says, "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings."
That's right.
Let's see what crap he's been up to.
You're here.
Yes, I'm here.
Can I help you?
No, I just wanted to make sure you were okay, comfortable.
And tell you that in a few days I'll have all the errors located.
Great.
Meanwhile, I'll keep reviewing the documents,
so you can have all the time you need.
You look happy.
I do?
Well, I don't know, maybe
the mountain air is good for me.
The mountain air is great. You look sleepy.
-Did you have a late night? -A bit.
-That's why I got a strong coffee. -Sure.
You got a strong coffee.
I did.
You got the strong coffee, but didn't consider that I might have wanted it too?
What?
I'm joking, man.
Right, get to it.
What a weirdo.
Seventy euros for a mule a day?
No.
Where's the love for your town?
Thank you very much.
Yes! We have a mule.
Are you familiar
with the word "delegate"?
Why do you say that?
It's not like I'm doing everything.
-Well-- -That's it.
We're going to dinner.
What do you say?
Okay.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
The Morales,
Álvarez and Lozano,
are practically identical, from the same litter.
They're interchangeable and inessential to humanity.
It's okay to forget about other people and think about yourself.
I know.
But I like thinking about others.
Are you always like this or aiming for sainthood?
I don't know.
I don't know. Maybe, I was too young when I ended up alone with my mother.
The rest of the town became family.
Wouldn't you do anything for family?
-Of course. -Listen.
Don't change the subject. You haven't answered my question.
Why do you hate Christmas so much?
I'll want skates, a pirate ship and--
Your mother and I have something to tell you.
Honey, Dad and I are getting a divorce.
Don't worry, champ, I'll see you every other weekend.
Really?
All right, little guy, come here. Tell me.
-What would you like for Christmas? -For my parents not to get a divorce.
How about a game console instead?
Poor thing.
No, I'm well over it.
You understand me, right?
My parents stole Christmas from me forever.
Not forever.
I'll make it so that
you have a good time this year.
The check for you.
Thank you.
Don't you trust this place?
I'm an auditor, Paula.
I've been deceived so many times. I trust no one.
That's so sad.
You should trust people more.
You're right.
Dessert is on the house.
You see?
You really notice the cobblestones after a bit to drink.
You're so silly.
My mom again.
Answer it.
-Really? -Sure.
I'll leave you be.
-Hi, Mom. -It's impossible to reach you, son.
-Sorry, I didn't pick up before. -We can't even talk on Christmas.
-I know it's Christmas. -It's not right.
-Will you let me talk, please? -Go on.
-Thanks. -What?
I'm working away from Madrid for a few days.
-Yes. -But if you like--
-Yes? -We could have lunch on the Epiphany.
-Really? -Yes.
Son, you've made me so happy.
It's so lovely.
-Don't cry. It's not a big deal. -It's just that you never…
Sucker!
He's the Grinch.
-You're gonna get it. -Get him!
-Come on! -Run!
-Throw snowballs at him! -Come on, you little rascals.
Get him, throw the snowballs!
I hit his face.
-Run! -Raúl!
Come on, we'll be late.
No, I was…
See you, guys.
Bye, Grinch.
Your son is dancing a jig on my bladder.
Can I feel?
-Of course. -If you like.
Amazing.
And do you remember when I let my ring fall
in the marzipan vat?
-I do. -I nearly had a heart attack.
Amazing.
Why don't you sign up for my card game?
Card game?
Amazing.
It took me years to get an invitation to Arturo's game.
Me too.
Of course, Arturo, I'd be honored.
-Yes? -Thank so you.
Bravo!
Wait and see, you'll love it.
Christmas is a time for hope,
a time for life.
Great, Marga.
We'll keep it up tomorrow. It's been great. Better than the original.
You did really well.
Hey there.
I missed rehearsal.
This way the play will be a surprise.
Only you could make me laugh on a day like this.
Why? What's wrong?
Can we talk somewhere private?
Sure.
Out with it. Why all the mystery?
It's our 5th grade classroom.
Look at that.
This was my desk.
I'd daydream about running La Navideña.
And now you do.
Yeah, but I don't know for how long.
Why say that? What's wrong?
Raúl found errors my father made in the accounts.
-What type of errors? -Small stuff.
-Raúl is merciless. -No.
-He might seem harsh but he's a good guy. -He's a good guy, Paula?
He's showed me he's a total bastard.
Mateo, are you jealous because I'm seeing him?
What?
I didn't know that.
Sorry. It doesn't matter.
Wait.
What did Raúl say exactly?
If my father wasn't well, that was his problem.
His report will finish us, Paula.
-It may be the end of La Navideña. -The town would be ruined.
Raúl wouldn't do that.
He'd have said something.
If he'd told you, maybe you wouldn't be together.
I'm sorry to upset you.
Think about it, he doesn't care about us.
He'll finish his report, leave, and we'll never see him again.
Mateo was devastated.
It's Raúl's report.
-They might close the factory. -What?
José María, they're closing us down.
What are you saying?
To make it worse, he was rude, shouting, and insulting.
They even came to blows.
He's a very dangerous guy.
He is, right?
And bam! He punched him right in the face.
That's terrible.
He says he won't stop until he's ruined the whole town.
We'll see who gets ruined. We'll see.
-He needs to go back to Madrid. -If I see him, I'll kick his ass.
Get out!
Bon appétit.
That rice looks good, Marga.
It does.
I was just leaving.
-Is something wrong? -As if you care.
What?
No, nothing.
See you tomorrow, Luisa.
Good riddance.
José María, José!
-María José, María! -José, let's go.
José María! María José!
Take it easy.
You'll see.
Go ahead.
Hello.
I've had quite the day. People are acting really strange.
-Paula? -I have a question.
Did you find any errors in the La Navideña accounts?
I did. Why?
I'm surprised you didn't tell me.
I didn't want to worry you.
Closing the factory and putting half the town out of work
is worrying.
-Wait, what? It doesn't have to close. -Mateo told me everything.
I don't know what he told you.
I just included them in my report because that's my job.
-That's what-- -Right, your job.
-Yes. -What about everyone else's jobs?
Don't you care about María José and José María?
-They'll be parents. -Yes, I care. I'm not laying anyone off.
I even gave Mateo extra time to fix it. That's why I stayed.
He didn't say that.
That's the truth. Why would I lie?
Maybe so I'd sleep with you.
Paula, how can you say that?
-You know that's not true. -I know nothing!
Only that you hate Christmas and will soon go to another town,
another company, and ruin the lives of other workers.
You really think that?
You said it yourself, right?
"Good auditors are like machines, cold and unfeeling."
If you think that, I don't know why you're with me.
Neither do I.
Good evening.
Good evening, Kareem.
Red wine, please.
Don't have any.
What do you mean? The bottle is right there.
This bottle?
It's reserved.
For the locals. Get it?
Give me another one. I don't mind.
-I have something special for you. -Thank you.
The Virgin is combing her hair
Between those fine curtains
Her hair is long and golden
Her comb is of fine silver
On the house.
Drink up.
Is that the time? I didn't think it was so late.
I have to go.
Get out!
Get out of here!
Shameless bastard!
Good evening.
Scoundrel!
Good morning.
Hello.
See you later.
No way.
DAILY EXPENSES
Friendly bastards.
Would you like some soup, son?
I'd really appreciate that.
This could raise the dead.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course, son.
You seem to be the only person here who doesn't hate me.
"Hatred is the madness of the heart."
Lord Byron said that.
Not me.
I…
Well, I can only paraphrase him at best.
Do you know where your son is?
I'd like to speak with him.
That makes two of us.
When you're ready.
We come from the Orient, following a star--
The Virgin and Saint Joseph don't talk in this scene.
-Maybe you could be quiet. -Sorry.
I'm sorry, but we're all a bit nervous about what going on with La Navideña.
I don't care. We're here to prepare the Nativity.
Not to gossip.
-I'm not gossiping. -Right.
-Can you continue, Arturo? -Thank you.
We come from the Orient--
Can you keep it down? We're rehearsing.
Sorry.
Thank you. Go ahead.
-We come from the Orient-- -Really?
How many times have I said to turn your phones off during rehearsal?
I'm sorry, but my kid has tonsillitis.
Paula, take it easy, all right?
Alright. I'll relax like all of you.
And we can be humiliated in front of the record guys, right?
You look ridiculous by the way.
Come on, easy up.
It's not my fault the auditor turned out to be a jerk.
Who do you think you are, kid?
Get out.
-What did you say? -Get out!
Sure, I'll go.
-Calm down. -Fuck this.
-Stay and talk it over, Nico. -No way.
Can you continue please, Arturo?
We come from the Orient, following a star in the sky
to honor the King of the Jews.
Is that good?
There's a high profit margin, right?
It all goes through Valverde, production, distribution, everything.
Turning in already? Aren't you lucky?
No, Mateo. I need to talk to you.
-What? -What did you say to Paula?
They think the factory is closing because of me.
What do you mean closing?
No. She's confused.
You know what Paula's like.
In 24 hours, the accounts will be sorted.
-Okay? -No.
I've been looking for you all day.
-So-- -Raúl, I'd love to chat, but I can't.
They want to steal the soft nougat formula.
They'll get Coca Cola's before they get ours.
Twenty-four hours.
A tour?
Follow me.
-Another one. -Paula.
Tomorrow's New Year's Eve.
We have the Nativity, the record guys are coming.
Don't you think you should go home?
No, I think you should leave me alone.
I'm sick of saying yes to everyone.
Now I'm saying no.
No!
I'm not serving you.
Give me a drink, dammit.
Everyone gets drunk on Christmas. Me too.
You're drinking to forget.
You always say Christmas is unforgettable.
Unforgettable.
Do you know what Christmas is, Kareem?
Christmas is fucking shit!
I'm sick of shepherds, marzipan,
and bullshit decorations.
-What's going on here? -Look who's here. Mateo!
Great to see you!
Want a drink?
No, I think you've had enough for us both.
What? It's still early, right?
Nice watch.
It's my dad's.
I'll take you home.
All right?
Okay, let's go.
Is this yours?
Whichever way you I look at it,
I don't understand how I let Raúl trick me.
He seemed so,
so genuine.
If it's any consolation, I thought he was a good guy too.
Yeah, but you didn't…
Never mind.
Only the locals understand the true value of La Navideña.
No audit can put a price on that.
Here I am crying like a drunk baby when you could lose your family business.
-I don't want to think about it. -Sorry.
Maybe, I'll go to my house in Algarve, buy a little boat,
and get some time for myself.
That would be great for me right now.
Listen.
I have an idea.
Why don't we get away for a few days after Christmas?
We can forget about the company, the auditors--
The Nativity, the school, the hostel, and Raúl.
Everything.
It's perfect. Just you, me, and the sea.
I'm sorry.
-No. -I got carried away.
No.
It's just that
I'm a mess.
-I need some time. -Sure.
Come here.
Good morning. Rise and shine.
The last day of the year is finally here,
and we want to remind our listeners that before the grapes,
we have a very special event in Valverde.
It could be the world's biggest Nativity play.
This afternoon, the residents of Valverde will go for the Guinness World Record
and engrave the town's name in gold in the history books.
-Hi. -What do you want?
Come back to the Nativity.
I lost it,
and I'm really sorry.
-Plus, you need people for the record. -Nico!
Sure, I'll get my jacket.
-Hang on, I'm putting this on. -You can get dressed there.
-I can carry something. -Sure, but you're slow.
-Should I hurry? -Yeah.
Watch this.
-Hello. -Hello.
"To Bethlehem, shepherds."
Good luck.
Thank you.
-Boss, come on. -I'm coming.
-Goodbye, Raúl. -Goodbye.
José.
Paula, which is more like the Virgin? This one?
Or this one?
The first. The second makes you look a little bloated.
-Paula, got a minute? -No!
-Paula. -What?
-Paula? -This isn't myrrh.
-They're peanuts. -No one will see them.
I'm a method actor. How can I get into character taking nuts to Jesus?
-Paula! -What?
-Come here! -What's up?
Look, is this okay? Or should I put on more makeup?
Maybe tone it down? You're a washerwoman, not Mary Magdalene.
-Really? -Good God.
The mule has a bit of diarrhea, but don't worry, I fed it some rice.
Wonderful. Anything else?
Well, yes.
-I can't play Saint Joseph. -What?
Excuse me,
Paula, Mr. Fuentes is here, the certifier of the record.
Paula!
-No! -Paula?
-Who's right? -Which is better? Angel or shepherd?
Enough already!
How nice.
I imagine working for the world records,
you've seen stranger things, right?
Paula.
Are you okay?
Go away. I don't want to talk to anyone.
Dammit, Paula, open up. The record guy is here.
I don't care about the record, the Nativity, Saint Joseph,
or the fucking shepherds.
I quit.
What do you mean?
You started all this.
Yeah, and look at this mess!
I'm sorry to let you all down, but I can't do it anymore.
What do you mean "let us down"?
We worship the ground you walk on because of how hard you've worked.
We were talking about it yesterday at the factory.
You've produced a spectacular Nativity all by yourself.
You even managed to get them to raise the budget.
PROPS
Thanks.
I didn't do it on my own.
Hello, Emilio. Happy New Year.
-How are the holidays going? -Good.
It's always good to spend time with the grandkids.
I want you to be at a meeting on Monday in the office.
Yeah. Sorry.
Sorry I didn't call you before.
I'm still in Valverde finishing the audit.
Are you drunk on champagne or something?
You sent me the report by email.
I sent if off to the clients.
I didn't send you any report.
Hold on.
Who asked for the report on La Navideña?
A Chinese investment group.
They wanted to check the accounts before relocating to China.
Goddamn.
Emilio, listen to me.
I didn't send you any report.
It was Mateo Salinas. He sent you a false report from my email.
Are you getting distracted by your hate of Christmas?
-What are you saying? I haven't-- -Hold on.
Please, out of here. Come on. Quick!
I heard you made enemies
with everyone there because you hate Christmas.
That's nothing.
And is falling in love with the director's girlfriend nothing?
She's my girlfriend.
I noticed irregularities and I told him to fix them.
You told him?
If you saw irregularities,
you should've reported it like you're supposed to.
I did it for the locals. They're good people.
So you got caught up in the Christmas spirit?
Don't make me laugh.
-Mateo? -Hey.
Going to see the Nativity?
No, we have to talk first.
I'd love to, man, but it's late. I have guests.
Chinese guests, maybe?
Chinese? That's a good one.
I don't know what you mean. I gotta go.
Okay, I'll go with you and we can talk.
You falsified my report.
-What do you mean? -I know why you did it.
Yes.
Sorry.
I feel as bad as you do, but I had no choice.
-You've got some nerve. -Look, Raúl, between you and me,
Valverde's great for a few days in summer to get away from the heat.
But I can't stay in this hole stinking of marzipan like my dad.
You understand me. You're dying to leave.
-I'm not conning anyone. -Raúl, I didn't take you for a saint.
I'm gonna make a fortune on this sale.
And I don't have to be the only one.
-Are you bribing me? -You say that like it's a bad thing.
Come on.
Fifteen thousand euros.
What do you care? The town hates you.
Everyone hates me thanks to you. You conned them.
Don't you care about their jobs?
All the families with kids and mortgages.
They don't deserve it.
Mateo, there's still time to stop this.
Don't sell La Navideña.
Think of your father.
He'd never do this.
Fuck.
You're right.
Money makes people do strange things.
The moment of truth has come.
What we've always dreamed of.
Today we're going to put Valverde in the history books.
Long live Valverde!
Now let's start getting into formation.
What's wrong?
Darling.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I think it was a contraction.
No, it's just nerves.
Not nerves. Let's go to the hospital.
No!
It's just a contraction. It can take hours to go into labor.
But.
That's true.
I'll stay.
I'd hate to miss the Nativity.
Wouldn't it be safer to go to the hospital?
She can stay if she wants to. Don't pressure her.
Go to your place.
-Paula, please. -Take your place.
All right. Let's go!
NO CONNECTION
Shit!
Hello?
Help!
Hello!
Hurry or you'll miss this great Christmas show.
We can see our actors getting ready, everyone is concentrating.
In a few moments, we will begin the performance,
and attempt to set the record for the world's biggest Nativity.
Give it all you've got, Valverde.
My god.
-It's going well, right? -Yes, super.
No way.
Let's go!
To Valverde!
Come on.
Giddy up!
This way, José.
Let us ask this kind shepherd.
-He's sure to help us. -He surely will.
Excuse me. My wife is giving birth and we need a place to rest.
Nah, bro. It's totally jammed.
-Nico! -I mean.
We haven't the room, sir.
Do not worry, José.
God has prepared a place for us
in that manger.
Oh my God.
Go!
Merry Christmas!
Watch out for that slope!
This can't be happening.
To Valverde! Let's go!
Fantastic job, boys!
Faster!
Merry Christmas!
There's no more snow.
Can you go on the road?
Giddy up!
What news have you, shepherd boy?
All right.
Now that everything's in order, we can sign and herald in the New Year.
He says he'd like to see the Nativity play before we go.
He finds the tradition fascinating.
Indeed. We still have time before the Magi arrive.
The man and woman who came from Nazareth,
the inn turned them out!
They have no place to sleep.
They have found a manger.
They say she's about to give birth.
Praise the Lord!
Slow down!
A little slower. Careful with the…
cobblestones.
Slow down!
Watch that turn!
Brake!
Hurry, Martín.
-My daughter took my wings. -Hurry.
Great work, guys.
-José María! -Yeah?
-You're up next. -Okay.
-Quick, put on your wings. -Right.
He has been born!
Baby Jesus has been born!
Remember to enunciate.
Here is our light, our joy!
I'm so joyful, María.
"I bring you tidings of great joy."
-I have it. -Okay.
What is this I hear?
That's my girl.
Could it be the call of--
-No. -We're going to the hospital!
You can't. She can't have dilated more than three centimeters.
I can't waste time playacting.
-My child's about to be born. -Don't leave me! This is important!
Look, Paula,
if the Nativity is this important, your life must be emptier than I thought.
Here.
Darling!
It's coming!
My God, we gotta go.
Come on, Raúl.
Mom!
Don't come near me with those wings, honey.
Angel or chestnut vendor? Your choice.
Here is our light, our joy.
I'm so joyful, María.
What is this I hear in the distance?
Is it not the sound of a crying child?
-You neither? -No.
-It's such an exciting part! -Pass.
We can't go on without an angel. Please!
-Please! -Paula!
-Raúl! -Paula!
Raúl!
-Paula! -Raúl!
Do you want to be the angel? Of course you do. So great you came.
-Mateo. -Listen. It's no time for jealousy.
Listen to me.
-Mateo. -Your line.
"I bring tidings of great joy. A savior has been born."
-La Navideña. -You got that? I'm so happy.
Guys! Girls! Action!
Ready? Take him up!
Let's go in. We've seen enough.
Look!
An angel!
Say your line, Raúl.
"I bring tidings of great joy."
I bring tidings.
Listen to me.
La Navideña is in danger.
What?
Mateo Salinas is selling it.
He's a crook. He's conned you all.
Me too.
What are you saying?
He falsified the accounts to inflate the company's value.
When he sells, they'll take it away.
No!
They'll close your factory.
Son of a bitch.
He's the jerk who doesn't care.
He conned his own father
who's devoted his life to the town, to the factory.
Traitor!
That's awful.
Is he telling the truth?
Relax, Dad. This doesn't concern you.
How could it not concern me?
Dad.
Calm down, we'll sign and that's it.
It's all that's left to do.
What did he say?
I'm still the owner of La Navideña.
My son has to know.
Until the day I die,
this company will not leave Valverde.
Bravo!
-Way to go! -Bravo!
Long live Valverde!
Bravo!
-Hurray! -Bravo!
Go away!
Go!
Raúl, are you okay? Are you hurt?
Yes, I'm fine.
I think I ruined your record.
The record doesn't matter.
Long live the Grinch!
The Grinch has saved Valverde!
Bravo!
-Yes, sir. -Well done.
Looks like an angel got his wings.
My car.
-Just in time. -Yeah.
I need to tell you something.
I know it'll sound crazy, coming from me, but…
I think I've had a Christmas miracle.
When I was lost in the middle of the snow,
a sleigh appeared.
-Out of nowhere. -Toño's sleigh.
Toño?
Toño, Marga's brother.
He does excursions on the trails.
Of course.
Silly me. Of course.
You take me to see Christmas movies and this is what happens.
We take a trip every year with the school. The kids love the sled dogs.
Dogs?
Yeah. Why?
It doesn't matter.
Alright, so…
-Take care. -You too.
-Bye. -Bye.
Raúl!
Are you okay? What happened?
They weren't dogs.
You saw him, right? I couldn't help laughing in his face.
He dresses up as Santa to get free drinks.
He goes, "Ho, ho, ho, beer please."
Ho, ho, ho, beer.
IN MEMORY OF VERÓNICA FORQUÉ
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