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Thus have I lived with the vague wariness
Of a cardboard horse in the bath,
Knowing I've never been wrong about anything
Except in the things I loved most.
(Autobiografía, Luis Rosales)
You're a better cook than me now.
We're running out of food.
Go get some on credit in the village.
You should be the one to do it. Isn't that a parent's job?
You know I can't go.
Why not?
They don't like how I think.
It's because he doesn't care about us, Migueli.
If he did, he'd think like them. And we could live together.
-Soon. -When is soon?
Never.
Soon.
I promise.
Open the door for the Guardia Civil!
Now!
He's escaping! Run after him!
That way!
Stop!
Step away, kid!
Stop!
Sabino, wake up.
What is it?
I'm leaving.
To go where? What are you talking about?
I'm going to look for Dad.
Don't be silly. Lie down.
When it's light, our aunt from El Ferrol will come for us.
But I already have a family.
You and Dad.
Come on. Let's go find him.
Come on, Sabino!
You're my brother!
We have to go look for Dad.
Dad's dead, Miguel.
Now go to sleep.
I'll go get my hat.
They say it's there.
Somewhere between the oak and the end of the trees.
But it's not certain.
People talk too much.
Let me look for him.
Buy the land if you want to dig him up.
You're not covering it in holes for nothing.
-I can't afford it, Asensio. -Then he stays there.
How much are you asking?
I've spoken to some Belgians. They'll build houses with pools.
I sign with them in three months.
-For how much? -Millions. You don't have it.
-How many millions? -Eight.
Give me until you sign.
You have three months.
Not a day more.
Find nine million and it's yours.
-Wasn't it eight? -Nine for you, for the inconvenience.
It's my land.
If you try anything, you'll end up buried with him.
We know each other.
-You don't know me. -But I knew your father.
You're just like him.
Get out of here.
Who is it?
Is that you, Miguel?
Sabino.
How did you get my number?
A little birdy.
Where are you ringing from?
From the village.
When did you get out?
Yesterday.
What are you doing in the village?
I know where Dad is, Sabino.
He's buried here, out by Asensio's place.
How do you know?
Because I've been looking for years.
I'm going to get him and give him a proper burial.
Do you have eight million to lend me by chance?
Hm?
I can't help you, Miguel.
Good luck.
Have you seen Rosa?
Who's Rosa?
-Have you seen Rosa? -No, I haven't.
Where's Rosa?
I don't know.
Where were you?
I went to get ice. They gave me the keys.
Where, the North Pole? I've been looking for you for a while.
Where's the kitchen?
Don't know. I lost the map.
Try to have some fun.
Try to remember how.
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What's that?
Who were you talking to?
When?
At the party.
With the ice. You were laughing.
Nobody.
Come here, honey!
-How are you? -Good, you?
It's so good to see you.
So handsome.
-A moustache? -You don't like it?
Everything looks good on you.
You should get a job and stay out of trouble.
Can't you see the country is changing? There are opportunities for everyone.
I need money. Not opportunities.
Sure, honey.
Here. Your stuff.
Just how you left it.
A million. Count it.
No, no need to count it.
This is yours. For holding it for me.
-You have a place to stay? -No.
Your room is open.
-How much? -Ten pesetas.
Your usual rate.
My niece.
Come on.
Downstairs.
Let's go.
Hi.
There's a fan in the closet.
I can't sleep in this heat either.
I pictured you taller.
The neighbours all talk about you.
You're famous.
They say you only steal from fascists.
You know what a fascist is?
A geezer with money, right?
Who else?
Where did you learn to shoot?
Same place as you.
And to drive.
If you're hot, I know a place we can go swimming.
It's close by. I'll take you.
I don't like a man to be too tall.
Or a fascist.
It's here.
Come!
Get in!
-Have a good day. -Thank you.
-Good morning, Mrs. Carmen. -Good morning.
-Ten thousand today? -Yes.
-Here's your money. -Very good.
-And the receipt. -Thank you.
-Hi. -How can I help you?
I'd like to open a savings account.
Have you filled out the form?
What form?
No problem. Here you are.
Fill in your information.
Your ID number.
Then sign it.
What will you feed the baby?
Beans and oil?
The garage rings, but I don't like getting my hands dirty.
These hands take work, my man.
You're one to talk, with six or seven kids, like a strict Catholic!
Should've asked me for one.
Damn, seven?
You should come with me to Valencia.
What's in Valencia?
He hasn't told you? He won't shut up about it.
Construction, Migueli.
That's where the money is. In bricks.
Bricks...
A few years in Benidorm and then back home.
Tiling.
Your life all sorted.
Valencia, my ass.
I'm sticking to Seville.
I'll go to Valencia with you. Seville's cabarets are sick of me.
I want to meet Rosita Amores and sing with her.
Add mint, lots of mint
And a bit of pepper
The stew of love
Tastes better with some spice
-Cha-cha-cha! -Olé!
Open up, fuckers!
Hey, buddy.
You're late, Nani.
Son of a bitch.
Nice drawing, Migueli. You haven't lost your touch.
-You're even scrawnier, Nani. -Been working out.
-And all the junk. -A gift for you.
Jesus, Nani, what's that smell? What are you wearing?
Ambrosí. It's a cologne. You haven't heard of it?
Open a window. Or we'll suffocate.
Your girlfriend.
Four of them. And two offices, right? The safe is in the back office.
There's a security guard, but he's not armed.
There aren't many people if you go now. I'll watch the door.
-Get to work. -Let's go.
Come on.
Let's get in there.
-Hello. -Good morning.
I'd like to open an account. Could I speak to the manager?
Yes, I'll let him know.
Mr Álvaro?
Can you please come here a moment?
-I'll be right there. -Thank you.
-He'll be right out. -Okay.
If we open an account, I don't know if the requirements...
Everyone on the ground. I said on the ground!
Let's go.
Get down. Move it.
Let's go.
-Put all the money in there. -Come on. In here.
The money, quickly!
Hurry up, damn it!
Hurry!
What are you doing?
On the ground, damn it!
Don't move, huh? Nobody move.
On the ground!
-Come on, lady! -Keep on!
-You come with me! -Put the money in here!
This way.
Stay calm, okay?
-Afternoon. -Hello.
Have a seat.
I saw you requested early retirement.
I don't understand.
You are still young. Is something wrong?
I want to go to Portugal.
On holiday?
To live.
It's a bargain.
What will you do in Portugal? Buy towels?
Knickers for your wife.
Look. Another bargain.
Three robberies in ten days.
They've made off with nearly a million.
Plates were from a car stolen in Su Eminencia.
They have good taste.
You should know. You understand him like your own brother.
I want to leave too.
At the ministry, there's a desk with my name on it,
But I won't get it for free.
Catch him, and I'll sign your retirement, transfer...
Whatever the hell you want.
You can run off to Portugal and we'll all be happy.
You can't do this to me, Luis.
Yes, I can.
You're my only good man,
So, you are not leaving this city until I say so.
That'll be when you catch him.
You son of a bitch...
What a surprise.
- Is something wrong? -It was on my way.
On your way where?
Why didn't you come in?
There's a new Chinese place downtown.
I'll buy you dinner.
-A Chinese restaurant? -Called The Great Wall of China.
Very original.
What do the Chinese eat? Don't they eat frogs?
And cats, their favourite.
-See you tomorrow, Rosa! -See you!
Then we could go to the theatre.
There's a Pinter play on.
I like Pinter.
He's dry.
And strange. Reminds me of me.
You didn't use to be dry.
Or strange.
I love this place.
Is she or isn't she gorgeous?
She is.
Real artistry.
Migueli.
He's out, cigarette lit and rum and coke in hand.
Hey, Osuna, it's the police.
We going or what?
Don't laugh, arseholes.
I don't sleep a wink with the baby, man. I never sleep.
A little respect, huh? Shut your traps.
You can imagine how little I sleep.
Olé!
Beautiful!
Couldn't have rung any earlier?
You know how it is.
Where?
That door.
When was it?
-Morning. -Morning.
An hour ago.
Another Ford.
With a fault in the steering.
The owner saw them hit that on the way out.
Blue...
We'll have to check the chop shops. It came from there.
They only have this blue on Calle Júpiter.
Is something wrong?
No.
Have you talked to the neighbours.
I'll send someone.
Okay.
Right here?
Put some pressure on the fences. So they talk faster.
Good morning.
Morning.
They don't even respect the dead.
Get me out of here, damn it.
Is that him?
Osuna.
A regular in the slammer.
His girlfriend just gave birth, so he's been on holiday.
His hand got stuck reaching for something that wasn't his.
Get comfortable.
Chief, I'm going out of my mind! Get me out of here, please!
I can't take it anymore!
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Chief, get me out of here, it really hurts.
They'll get you out soon.
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What's his plan?
I don't know any Migueli, chief.
Help me.
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Two, three months?
The bootie was for him, right?
The thing in the machine.
Isn't it called a bootie?
What a word.
You know how much three kilos of jewellery gets you?
In years of jailtime, I mean.
A lot.
Your girlfriend will need help with the boy.
Or the girl, if it's a girl.
And she won't wait that long for you.
A friend will step up.
I know Migueli, but he's not involved with the jewellery.
I think he's at Antúnez's. You know where I mean?
All right?
Snitch.
It reeks of money.
I can smell it from here.
Why don't you ask Sabino for help?
Because he won't help me.
Why not?
He's your brother.
He was his dad too, right?
He sometimes forgets.
He has a bad memory.
What are you laughing at?
Look. Right on time.
From the hotel to the casino with their wallets stuffed.
How are you, Antúnez?
Lots of ironing?
Come in.
Did you paint?
Yes, for guests.
What's this?
You a hippy now?
Where is he?
Who?
Migueli.
He got out of prison a few weeks ago.
You should know. He's not my brother.
Luca Santoni spends his holiday in Portugal.
Is this for a woman or man?
Depends if you can fill it out.
Osuna says he's staying here.
Osuna? Isn't that a village?
Hey, do you know the consequences for your actions?
Hash.
You want me to look for it?
You're getting old, Antúnez.
You go in now, you may not get out.
What do you want?
I want him.
Then catch him.
I need your help to do it.
And if I won't?
-Think about it. -I have.
I'll earn more selling hash inside than out.
And you don't scare me.
-Don't move. -Let me go, arsehole!
-Fine.
Let me go, fucker!
Which is your good side?
I can't hear you.
He needs a lot of money! He's only one job short.
-What job? -I don't know, I swear!
He's your brother, arsehole!
-Hi Auntie! I need to pee! -Hi, honey.
-That coffee smells nice. -I just prepared it.
You can't stay here.
Sabino.
Rosa, it's Miguel.
Right.
You look gorgeous, my God. So modern.
It's been so long.
Come on in.
Sabino.
-I'm Angelitas. -This is Rosa.
-It's a pleasure. -Likewise.
What are you doing here?
I'm Sabino.
-Angelitas. -Antúnez's niece.
-You don't like alike. -Of course they do.
Come, I'll show you around.
Yes.
-Can I take this for you? -Oh, yes.
Why are you here?
I'll be in trouble if you don't get out of my hair.
What hair?
What's for dinner?
Come on in.
Things are good, huh?
Beautiful.
-Who are they? -Their aunt and uncle.
They were like parents to me. They raised me.
You don't have any of dad?
There must be one around here.
Where around here?
I don't see it.
They're in the attic. With other things from the village.
Hidden.
Buried.
What are they doing there in the attic?
We've just moved.
-Where are they from? -Were.
El Ferrol.
I lived there until I was 30.
And you?
I came here much earlier. When I was 12.
And are you from here, Angelitas?
I don't know.
You don't have any kids?
No.
Why not? Don't like them?
I do. I like them a lot.
Another coffee?
-Yes, may I? -Sure.
How do you know he's there?
Someone in jail told me.
A reliable place.
Will digging him up change anything?
It will for me.
It's called justice.
Since when does justice interest a thief?
Maybe if he were alive, I wouldn't be a thief.
The war ended 40 years ago, Migueli.
Ended for whom?
For everyone.
Nobody remembers it.
That's the problem. Nobody remembers it.
You're just like him.
Look where your ideals got you.
Damn it, he was your father too!
-All I want is for you to help me. -By doing what?
You want me to let you steal?
I'm a cop, damn it.
You're the same as always.
The same as always, sure. Always?
Rosa's going to leave me.
What?
Leave you because...?
Because of everything.
Because of me, I guess.
It's been a while since I've been okay.
Why? What's wrong?
You know those cardboard horses in old photos?
That's how I've felt for a while.
Just like a cardboard horse.
And I can't breathe.
Aren't you going to do anything?
I want us to go to Portugal to live together.
I paid the deposit on a flat months ago, but I haven't told Rosa yet.
I have to catch you to collect early retirement.
Well, aren't we doing well?
We're fabulous.
Every night, my life
Is, in your eyes
Just a game to be played And nothing more
Because I'm tormented in my very soul
By your coldness
I wish I could know If your soul is the same
As any other woman's
Because I'm tormented
In my very soul
By your coldness
She is pregnant.
Did she tell you that?
He doesn't know yet.
I forget how beautiful you are.
You are drunk.
Yes, that too.
I am drunk and you are beautiful.
I can't even remember the last time we kissed like this.
It feels so good.
This is why you are not okay.
No? Why?
Let's go to sleep.
It's very late.
We'll have a hangover tomorrow.
-Watch those hands! -Hey!
I'd bring you home, but my mum... It's the last thing she needs.
We're fine here.
Of course.
Keys.
Don't touch anything.
Of course not.
Well, just what you need to.
Good night, lovebirds.
Good night, Josemari.
Bye.
Don't lose them, my boss would kill me.
Where'd you learn to play?
I don't know.
Every night, my life is, in your eyes
Just a game to be played And nothing more
Because I'm tormented
In my very soul
By your coldness
I wish I could know If your soul is the same
As any other woman's
Because I'm tormented
In my very soul
By your coldness
See Edi's tie?
It's his father-in-law's. Winter of '43 line.
Will it be enough?
Yes.
This will be our last one.
-Driver, where are we going? -Driver.
It's not this way.
This is the wrong way.
Sir!
Nobody move!
Go on, Ma'am. Now, everything in the bag.
You heard her!
Money, jewellery, everything.
Come on.
Let's go, damn it!
Come on! Hurry up.
What about you?
Edi, the man with the moustache!
Quickly, right?
Nothing from you?
Come on.
Move, damn it.
Relax. I'm doing it.
What's your hand doing? Get your hand out of there!
-Come on! -Shit!
They shot him! Oh, my God!
Perla!
Migueli, they shot Perla!
Perla!
Oh, Jesus Christ. They shot him!
How much?
Hardly anything.
Son of a bitch, that runt.
What do we do now?
You do whatever you want. I'm sticking it out.
You have something in mind?
The car factory.
The Talbot?
What about the Talbot?
He worked at that factory for two years.
He knows it well.
What will we steal from a car factory?
The employees' pay.
When?
Soon. In two days.
I'm going with you.
Nani.
Count me out. I've had enough.
Give me my share. And Perla's, too.
For his mother. I don't know how she'll live now.
What will you do with it, Nani?
Pray.
What the fuck do you think?
I'll spend it on candles to pray for all of us.
Poor thing.
I know Perla's mother.
She's older. It's a shame.
My mum left when I was two.
I don't even remember.
There are a few photos of her at home, but...
You can't really see her face in them.
It's like...
Like she was hiding from the camera, you know?
Like...
She was ashamed to be there.
When we have a child, we'll name him Miguel.
Like you and your father.
I'll always be with him.
And you.
Both of us.
He'll never be alone.
What?
She says she spoke to one of them.
Where is she from?
I think she's Greek.
What's she saying?
That he had one eye of each colour and wore a white fur coat.
Down to here.
Since when do you speak English?
They translated it for me.
She says he had the eyes of a wolf.
One of each colour.
There's no one in the guardhouse. They don't use it.
Nani.
The future.
Come on. This way.
Here.
Nani.
It's the police.
Maybe they know something about my Josemari.
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What are you doing here?
I'm sorry about Perla.
I'm sorrier than you are.
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He's not here.
It's pure.
Haven't seen him in a while.
How long is a while?
I don't remember.
Think harder.
I have plenty of heroin, but I need you to help me out.
You need a snitch.
Everyone has their needs.
I want to quit.
But there's always some arsehole who won't let me.
He's going to rob a factory.
What factory?
The American one.
-The Talbot? -Yeah.
Come on.
They're here.
Come on.
That's Julián, the administrative director.
Tomorrow you'll be in Benidorm eating rice with your wife and kids.
You'll be rich. A bricklayer but rich.
Quiet. They're coming.
Come in.
Inside. Against the wall. On the ground. Kneel.
Kneel, damn it! You, too.
Nobody move, okay?
I've got him.
Keep your hands still.
Hand. Okay, give me the other one.
This will only bring trouble, Migueli. Don't do this.
Too late.
Don't look at me. Stay still.
The sack.
-Don't move. -Don't move, damn it.
Look!
God!
Fuck!
Get down.
Migueli, what do we do?
This is Commissioner Gutiérrez.
Stop mucking about and come out.
You have no other choice. We've got you surrounded.
You heard him, Migueli. There's still time.
Shut up!
I'm pregnant.
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I'll get you out.
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You're mad.
Stand and tell them to move.
Say we'll come out and turn ourselves in.
Go!
Go! Can't you hear?
Don't shoot.
I work here.
We're coming out. Clear the door.
-Tie him up. -Come here.
What do we do now?
Well. Look where your brother was.
Can you get out that way?
Okay then. Go for it.
Stop shooting!
For his kids.
So they know where their dad died.
A car is coming.
Hello?
I was waiting for you.
Where are you going?
What does it matter?
I need to be alone.
For a long time?
I don't know.
Are you coming back?
I don't know.
We could leave.
Maybe we could have a kid.
We can be a normal family.
How many kids have we had already, Sabino?
In how many houses?
You already have a family, Sabino.
Don't let them slip away.
It's beautiful.
Miguel.
-Miguel. -What?
Turn off the light and hide. Quickly.
Guardia Civil. Open up.
Guardia Civil. Open up!
Open the door for the Guardia Civil!
I need a plate check.
I think we have the stolen car.
Yellow Renault.
Licence plate, Seville 2529-H.
They've identified the car.
Okay, understood.
They're coming in.
Stay there.
Guardia Civil. We know you're in there.
Open the door!
Come out or we'll have to come in.
Guardia Civil. Final warning!
Miguel, what is it?
Look who's here.
Here. Have a look.
Open up.
I know you can hear me.
-Tell your friends to back off. -They're not my friends.
Get them out of here.
They won't do anything, Miguel.
You going to shoot me?
Are you?
Let me in. I just want to talk.
They won't do anything without my say-so.
Shut the door.
How are you, Angelitas?
Hi.
It took all this to get me back to the village.
I remembered it being bigger.
You have a bad memory.
How much money did you end up with?
Is it what Asensio's asking?
What do you want, Sabino?
I'm not turning myself in.
Leave.
I want to help you.
No, you can't help me.
You've never helped me.
It's a good likeness.
I'll pay Asensio.
He knows where he is buried and he'll sell you the land,
But you have to turn yourself in.
You haven't killed anyone.
You'll be out in five years.
Less.
What about her?
She doesn't need to turn herself in.
Nobody knows she's here. They're not looking.
Four million pesetas.
What's left of my savings.
Enough to cover it and keep you a few years.
Until he gets out.
You'll go to my flat in Portugal.
Far from it all.
You can start a new life there.
Together. The three of you.
As a family.
You don't need money to be rich by the sea.
You can live like the English there.
A perpetual summer.
Mine is in the car.
There's something here.
Hear that?
Hear what?
The birds.
We could get breakfast since we're here, huh?
What was the name of that shop?
With the toast and red butter. Where the rich people went.
It must be around here.
We'll eat like kings this morning.
Huh, Miguel?
Miguel.
Brother.
-Excuse me, miss. -Good morning.
-Are these the trunks from the magazine? -That's right.
-Would this be my size? -I think so.
Do you like the colour?
Yes.
If you want to try them on, there's a stall in the back.
-Okay, thank you. -You're welcome.
LUCA SANTONI SPENDS HIS HOLIDAY IN PORTUGAL
Subtitles: SUBBABEL