Good afternoon, Madrid, from our studios.
As evening falls, we can sense the excitement...
at what is the last night of the 20th century...
a century which takes its leave, here in Madrid...
on a day which isn't too cold, seven degrees in the city center.
The crowds who filled the stores today...
are going home now...
and the streets are becoming deserted.
Night is closing in and millions of Spaniards...
are preparing to eat...
the last grapes of the now old 20th century.
It is estimated that around 1.5 millions cars...
will be circulating in the center...
from midnight onwards.
We advise caution if you wish to start the century well.
Traffic jams are expected at the Puerta del Sol...
and the surrounding areas.
4,000 public parties have been organized in Madrid...
but the real party will be around the tables...
of the homes in this city...
which is already smelling of lamb, shellfish and turkey.
I can say, without exaggeration...
that we can note the aroma in our studios.
We'll forget about our usual political debate...
and leave aside all the daily topics...
because today, this program wants to express...
our best wishes for the new century...
for the 21st century.
For all those who listened faithfully...
in the 20th century, here is a special carol...
the best known, most widely sung carol...
and probably the most melancholic of all time.
We send you our best wishes with "White Christmas. "
Joselito!
You'll wreck it again.
No, I know how to do it now.
-Go away, you're crowding me. -I brought you this.
It was a great offer Three for the price of two.
-Did you buy two? -No.
I stole them and took the free one.
I'm a straight guy. Give that to your mother.
All right, but go away. You're still crowding me.
Don't electrocute yourself!
I never electrocute myself.
Paloma, you know what your father's like...
when he gets an idea in his head.
He said he's going over there, and he will.
- Belly in. Belly out. -It's natural that he'd want...
you to travel comfortably in your state.
No, Mom, Manuel arranged to borrow the van. Don't worry.
Your father'll be annoyed. Your husband's ideas always upset him.
It happened on Christmas Eve, and it'll happen tonight.
And it makes sense that you sleep here instead of going home.
Paloma!
Palomita!
So, she isn't really asleep!
What a beautiful trap!
I can't see your face, my love. Your stomach's in the way.
This child's coming between us already.
I'm a pregnant woman. You're a pervert.
If it's your wife, you aren't a pervert. You're being attentive.
Maybe.
But you and I know that you're a pervert.
You're a genius,Joselito.
You should pick up the satellite stations for Grandad.
They put on great movies.
I'd need the apparatus.
Come to the shop one day. Tell me the one you want...
and Johny'll give it to you.
-Look, tell Mom I had to go. -She'll be angry.
I'll be back for midnight. I've got a girlfriend.
Bring her home like everyone does.
She's loaded. If she sees this setup, she'll dump me.
She'll have to see it some day.
I'll get rich first, or you'll make me rich.
Anyway, tell Mom I've gone, but I'll be back.
You're cool,Joselito!
She's got great tits. Just wait and see.
Relativity and the atom bomb. Millions kiilled in world wars.
The moon landings.
The unprecedented explosion of the mass-media...
matched by the spread of hunger and poverty.
Utopias crushed by market forces.
The cloning of animals and incurable diseases.
The splitting ofthe atom.
Virtual reality and inability to prevent catastrophes...
caused by the climate.
Mom, Johny's gone!
I knew that bastard would make me a nervous wreck tonight!
Where's he gone?
Have a valium, and you'll think: Fuck him anyway.
It always leaves me woozy, and then I'll miss the chimes.
That means a year's bad luck.
Financial crashes. The Cold War.
Atmospheric warming. The hole in the ozone layer.
This is what puts me in orbit.
He's bringing his girlfriend.
That'll be some sight.
He says she's rich.
-Stop that! -It's for Grandad!
Nationalism, terrorism, democracies, dictatorships.
Anarchist project.
Great revolutions. Pacifism.
Stop eating those cupcakes, girl. You're going to end up fat as a cow.
There's so many calories in there you'll be fat throughout the next century.
I'm not going to obsess about calories.
Besides all those calories go to my tits.
Take a look. Nothing but tits.
Well, they all go to my ass. I'm sick of being flat.
Everybody has their own assets.
You have a beatiful ass. A Cuban woman's ass.
If we had a daughter with your tits and my ass...
it'd be the perfect woman.
This one has so much artificial strawberry syrup.
Amazing. I hate strawberries, but I love artificial strawberry syrup.
Shit!
We fell asleep! We're going to be late!
Thanks.
Fuck, the shanties are stealing the electricity.
You can't make statements like that.
But it's true! They plug into the street lights.
The police nearly caught them hooking up the wires but he got away.
Let's be generous. It's New Year's Eve.
We'll let them have free light and water...
And TV. They can't pay for electricity...
but they've got huge TVs.
You sound just like your father.
I forgot to tell you. He's picking us up.
It's a guy.
- Age? - In his fifties. Well dressed.
- Not my type. - That was quick.
- By your description. - Maybe he'll give me a tip.
He won't give you jack.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- Happy New Year's Eve. - Same to you.
- 5,000 pesetas, please. - Of course.
Here you go.
New Year's Eves aren't as cold as they used to be.
It's all that global warming.
In the year 2500, we'll all dress like in spring.
Of course, you and I won't be around to see it.
Listen, I'm kind of in a hurry. Can you get me a pack of tissues?
The man wants a pack of tissues.
- Here you go. - 300.
Here.
200 makes 500...
another 500 makes 1,000...
and 2 more, makes 5,000.
I almost forgot to wish you a happy new century.
Same to you.
So?
- Nothing. - I knew it. I'm a psychic.
It's because I'm flat. I'm sure he would of hit on you.
You're having a tantrum.
Starting the century without my mother, without eating lamb...
without a boyfriend to kiss-- It's depressing.
We'll I'm going to make you snap out of it right now.
Toni, you scare me when you go for the champagne.
I know you, and we always end up the same way.
That's the most expensive bottle! It costs a fortune.
- I don't give a crap. - But, Toni--
They should thank us for being here.
We should eat all the chocolates...
drink the whole bottle and use up all the toilet paper.
Here, drink up. This won't make you fat.
You'll get a lot of gas. But it won't make you fat.
Careful, I get tipsy really quick...
and I turn even funnier than I am normally.
We should show up for work drunk every night. Work would be more bearable.
- Hello? - Mom? Tell Dad not to come.
- We'll leave in 5 minutes. - Paloma, do whatever you want.
I think he's going anyway, because he took the car.
We just wanted to help. But I guess all we do is get in your way!
Have I asked for my Christmas box yet?
-Every day. -I won't push my luck then.
-Here. Got a bed for the night? -No, no.
I've got lots of beds and houses and dinners and women.
But on nights like this, families give you a hard time.
You're telling me!
But I'll take the money so you don't feel insulted.
Here.
I'll guide you out.
Come on.
Do it now. There's nobody coming.
Come on!
Your engine's stalling!
Don't look like that. I was a mechanic...
before I became a professional beggar.
-Happy New Year, pal! -Same to you.
Am I treating you like a queen or what? Put the radio on, Palomita.
- Where is it? - Your man's ear!
Happy New Year.
Here.
Is this for me?
-Yes. Why? -I'm worth more than that.
A minute ago, a guy gave me 2,000 pesetas.
He was an asshole.
-You can give it back. -No, that'd be rude.
I'll give it to some down-and-out.
Is your daughter a pretty girl who's expecting?
They aren't in. They've gone.
So, it was your son-in-law who gave me the 2,000 pesetas?
Like I said, an asshole!
Radio, telephone, television, fax, Internet...
...communication satellites.
What did I do to deserve the kids I have?
...intravenous cameras, organ transplants...
What a cross!
...test-tube babies.
Here. Eat all you want.
At this rate...
we'll leave them with nothing but potatoes.
That's all they're used to.
Don't suck the heads. We'll make soup.
The century of Nazism and of the cinema.
Marlon Brando, Ava Gardner.
Johny's girlfriend has got tits this big...
and he's bringing her home tonight.
Shit! This fucking neighborhood!
Yes? Yes.
Shit, Antonia. You could have told me earlier...
that they'd gone on.
I'm out here on a goat track.
"I thought..." You're always thinking.
What a journey. This place is in the ass end of--
But you shouldn't have given her any choice.
You should have said, "Wait for your father."
The other one can go to hell. I'm losing my patience.
Shit. How do I open this?
Get in the car, Paloma.
And now this?
Now what? Now what, Paloma?
How dare you use that tone with me!
Now this, after you insisted we come in this shit on wheels!
It happens to belong to my friend Mariano.
-Mariano? -Yes.
If I'd known it was his, I'd never have got in.
I bet it was stolen.
Paloma, ifyou insult my friend, you're insulting me.
Do I insult your friends or your father?
You had to bring my father up! You're obsessed with him.
You're not comparing him with your friend?
You've got a beautiful, intelligent daughter...
who took up with a social worker...
who isn't even interested in her money!
It's the resentment of the mediocre.
In the same place. Where do you think I am?
How can I move if you keep talking?
I'm going to turn around.
There's someone who looks like he wants to sell me tissues.
No, I've got some already.
Get out. Your time's up.
-You've had your go. -It isn't just for you.
-Give other people a chance. -It's our turn.
What is this?
Don't be like that. You'll get it back.
I'll leave it at your door tomorrow morning.
I want to impress my girlfriend.
-And give me that phone. -You've had your go.
I'm talking to my wife.
Well, say good-bye to her.
-Antonia, I'm being robbed! -This isn't a public phone.
You've had your--
Drop it. That isn't funny anymore.
Here. Try selling these.
You'll make a bomb here on a night like this.
Shit! He's got a computer!
Bastard!
Who, me?
No, you're a bit simple...
but you're not a bastard.
No, I'm a bit simple, but I've got a heart of gold.
My grandma always tells me that.
The bastard didn't say he had a CD player.
The rich are like that.
Everything for themselves.
Look, CDs...
for the CD player.
Imagine playing operetta in a car. What a weird guy.
A weird "operator."
A weird operator.
That was funny all right...
but don't keep saying it. I'll go mad.
Look, the three tenors. They're great pals.
They laugh at everyone.
And the fat guy won't sing without his pals.
So, they all turn up and guzzle champagne.
And they're not even faggots.
How do you know so much?
I watch documentaries.
I'm going to play it. I really like these guys.
Roll a joint. This music'll give us a nice turn-on.
Do you sell them singly?
-What? -I want two packets.
I've got the flu.
How much is it?
-For what? -For the tissues.
-I don't know. -They usually cost 200.
But it's the end of the century, so here's 300.
My car's just been stolen. Could you drop me somewhere?
I live here in the ass-end of nowhere...
and I'm late for supper.
But the ass-end of nowhere has got phones.
There's one there.
They might not be faggots...
but they sure sound it in this song.
Don't confuse being a faggot with being melancholic.
The fat guy's singing, and he's melancholic.
But you're thick and simple, so you don't get it.
Take your feet off there. You're messing it up on me!
Go sing in the fucking street!
You didn't like the melancholic fat guy?
He can go off with his friends. I'm here with mine.
The emergency services wishes you a prosperous 2000.
Hold the line.
If you are reporting a robbery, dial 01.
If you are--
This is position 01. Hold the line.
If you are reporting a burglary, dial 001.
If you are reporting a robbery in a public place, dial 002.
Robbery with intimidation.
-Will you be long? -No, no. Just a minute.
This is position 004. Hold the line.
If your car was stolen on a public road, dial 0001.
Fucking hell!
-Don't you want to make a call? -No, I'm waiting for one.
-Here? -Yes, my boyfriend.
No one comes here at night, so I gave him this number...
and told him to ring around 10:30.
I live there on the corner.
And I work in front doing facials and waxing.
My boyfriend takes me to a local bar.
So, Cibeles and the Puerta del Sol are in Madrid...
I'm sick of coming here, but our phone was cut off.
And now I say I don't want another regular phone.
I want one that I can carry in my bag.
You're not from around here, are you?
What happened? Is your automobile broken?
You look like the sort to have one, and a good one.
They stole my phone and my car.
There are so many bastards around!
Why did you let them?
You handed your car over to some thieves?
Only an asshole or a softy would do that.
I'd have hit the gas real hard.
My boyfriend says I must never give in to a guy.
He's teaching me self-defense, and if that fails, look.
If a judge says anything, I'll tell him.
"Your Honor, no guy's messing me around."
All right, but put that away.
He'll call now to come and pick me up.
-Could he drop me somewhere? -If I ask him, he will.
He does everything I ask him, except marry me.
How did your father get rich? Stealing from a poor man?
-From lots of poor men. -Your friends are thieves...
and you married a thief's daughter...
to stay within your select surroundings.
-You know what, my love? -Don't call me "my love."
-You know what, lady? -What?
You're actually glad the van broke down.
It reinforces your way of seeing things.
And when the child's born...
the heir...
I can just disappear.
Darling, why don't you stop a car and shut up? Paranoid!
I don't believe there isn't a sign which just says "Madrid"...
or "Puerta del Sol" or "Kilometer 0."
Anyone know what "all directions" means...
or "M.stoles" or "Legan.s"?
- Did you say "all directions"? - Yes.
No, that doesn't make sense. "All directions."
-Shouldn't we have stopped? -You can't stop on a freeway.
But maybe they've had a breakdown.
It's illegal to stop on a freeway.
Even if you car breaks down?
Their car may have broken down. Ours hasn't.
We could all have helped each other.
-Yeah? In what language? -He's right.
I understand Spaniards even less in English.
There must be a rescue service for freeway breakdowns.
I'm sorry, darling.
You've got an abnormal obsession with my father.
I'm getting fed up with it, and it could come between us.
Darling, I'm freezing, and the cars won't stop.
Get out! Show them your stomach, and I won't say another word.
See that?
Hello.
-That bump's real, isn't it? -Touch it and see.
Come on. Get in.
I was referring not only to sanitary problems but social problems as well...
in the outlying areas of the city.
At least 10% of Madrid's population...
will live in shanties without running water by the year 2010.
Well, count me out. You know why?
Because last night-- Listen up.
Last night was the last night I'll ever sleep at my Mom's.
New century, new life.
In the meantime, I'll live in this car. It's got air-conditioning and heating.
Fuck! It's almost as big as my Mom's shack.
Didn't you tell the owner you'd give it back to him tomorrow?
I just realized something.
You're good and stupid both at the same time.
I'll drop you off when I see a taxi.
I'm picking up a friend to go to a party, and I'm lost.
Hey, maybe you can work out this map they drew for me.
Look at the way people are driving tonight!
You have to be so careful.
If you want, you can come with me to a party.
We're all going as animals.
You can say you're going as rational animals. Look.
Don't I look real?
I reckon that tonight I'll find a girl to love me.
Everyone loves rabbits.
Look. A taxi! Blow your horn.
Hey!
Thanks a lot.
I don't know the host but come to the party anyway.
Thanks, but we're going to one that's more fun.
They're expecting us. Thank you!
If it's a boy, call him Marcelo, like me.
It's a good name for a child, for a rabbit.
- Good luck! - Good-bye.
Good-bye to ourlistener who's changing his life...
and going to Alcoholics Anonymous tonight.
-No, not tonight. Tomorrow. -All right. Tomorrow.
But keep calling in to tell us...
the changesyou've planned for the next century.
We have a caller. Good evening.
I've resolved to change my life...
because I've been fu-- been unfaithful to my wife.
And what was it that led you to be unfaithful?
Well, sex.
We've been cut off, but here's another caller.
Good evening. I'm Johny.
I've decided to change my life around too.
The 20th-century Johny is dead.
The 21 st-century Johny was born tonight.
-How did the change start? -So far, I've stolen a car.
Give me a break. I haven't had much time.
I said to a guy, "Would you mind letting me use your car?'
He'd had his go.
And I left him standing there. I'm a nonviolent criminal.
A minor criminal.
But can't you get ahead without harming other people?
I call in to tell you my plans, and you give me an earful?
Go fuck yourself!
Fuck, did you see that?
That's what you get for not wearing your belt.
Fuck it. That's Mariano's van!
It's been stolen! You can't trust anybody!
You sure?
Yeah, I stole it for him for his birthday.
They even busted the wing mirror. And Mariano's such a nice guy.
-Take it easy. -Get in and start it up.
-It's dead. -Hang on.
Try it again!
Fucking idiots. To steal a car, you've got to love it.
Follow me. We'll drop it at my place.
I have to drive this shit of a car with no heat or music?
You want to leave Mariano without a van...
without any way to make a living?
-You call that friendship? -But,Johny--
I'm really disappointed in you, man!
-I'd give my life for my pals. -Great. You're a cool guy.
It's from La Mancha, like us.
Thank you.
Our kids are never home on New Year's Eve.
And what are we going to do at home between the both of us?
Two years ago, she started crying after the grapes.
"Our kids are gone, this and that..."
So I told her: "Put your coat on. Let's go for a ride."
I'll tell you something: I'm sick of TV and all those people...
in party costumes.
We bring our hors d'oeuvre, our lamb with us and we have a blast.
And at 7:00 in the morning, we pick our kids up at the party.
They're half drunk when we take them home.
And then, we all go to bed. Let me tell you something.
There's no better cure than work.
They say a lot of people commit suicide at Christmas. Of course!
Nothing changes, except we're all older. And so are the people on TV.
It depresses me to see the people on TV get older.
I feel really sorry for them.
Can I have some omelet? I haven't had any supper.
- Of course, love. All you want. - Thanks.
- When is the baby due? - In about a month.
It seems to be very low down. What do you say, Dad?
With your husband's permission--
Be careful, Dad.
Will you let me touch her?
-Melon and cheese, by weight. -It's not quite the same!
I've attended three births in the taxi, my wife's four...
and the sows in the village.
All the neighbors come to consult him...
as if he was a gynecologist.
So how long will it be?
If it were a melon...
I'd say you could eat it tonight.
I hope it's over quickly, love.
All of Madrid is crowded into the Puerta del Sol.
The surrounding streets--
How did the kid blow the lights but get the TV to work?
The TV gives off a lot of light.
It would've been worse if the washing machine had stopped.
And where has that other one gone to?
Some start to the 20th century!
-Mom, the 21 st. -All right, the 21 st.
That little smart-ass loves correcting me!
Grandad's opening his parcel.
I put out his grapes twice, and he's eaten them.
Now you'll have to eat prawns!
We've even peeled them.
"Secretary. Multimedia.
Environment. Intera-- Inter--"
-Interactive, Grandad. -Interactive.
-I didn't know he could read. -Neither did I.
But now that he's gone gaga, he's started.
He never did that in his life, and it's driving me crazy.
Dad, would you shut up!
"Cyberspace--"
... when our prince is married, when the PP has lost the--
Can you tell me why that had to happen now?
Go on. Fix the TV for me.
If I miss the chimes, I'll strangle you!
You hear me? I'll strangle you!
-But, Mom-- -Fix it!
If the kid can't fix it, I'll do the broadcast.
I can be funny too. You don't have to be a genius.
You're really cute. I'm serious.
You're almost cuter than me. You just need a little more drive.
Having tits is not as important as making them thinkyou have tits.
- So what do I stick in my bra? - What do you mean?
Be persuasive. Draw their attention, lead them on.
Because things happen when you least expect them to.
- Speaking of the devil! - I'm not the devil. I'm a rabbit.
- Excuse me. - Let's see ifyou can help me.
I need to go here, Mogambo Street. Where am I now? I'm lost.
You're with Adri and with Toni. Can you think of a better place?
- Isn't my friend Adri cute? - Yeah, she is cute.
You want to come to a party with me? It's a costume party.
We'd love to close this place and take off with you, honey, but--
You look very cute with that on.
He's just kidding, Toni. Is he kidding?
- Of course not. He likes you. - He's my lucky rabbit.
You don't have a friend do you? Because then we're in business.
Marcelo, hurry up. I'm freezing.
These girls are teasing me. They want us to stay.
I'll take Adri, and you can take her.
Hey, I'll eat that shrimp in one bite.
Small guys hide a lot of surprises. Let's go, Marcelo.
- Adri, what time do you get out? - At 7:00.
- I'll come pick you up after the party. - You'll probably forget.
I'll be here at 6:45. At 6:30!
I like him, Toni! I don't know, I feel so good inside.
I think I'm in love.
- What color hair do think he has? - Like all rabbits, I guess.
What if he's the man of my life?
I don't like him just because he's good-looking. I like his character...
his personality.
Did you like the other guy?
I need ten like him to be fully satisfied.
Due to the high volume of calls, please try again in 5 minutes.
Happy New Year's Eve.
Nothing. There's no way.
What I can't understand is why your boyfriend left you stranded here...
on a night like this.
Well, he doesn't know he's calling a pay phone.
He's never been to my house either.
If only he knew how shitty my life is.
I'm the only one that works and I live with my grandparents and brothers.
They all eat thanks to my hair-removals.
Like I say, thank God the world will never run out of hair!
What guy would want to be stuck with somebody like me?
- What about your parents? - They're around.
My boyfriend is kind of tacky, but I don't care. And he's rich.
His dad is a car salesman, and he tests them out.
He picks me up with a different car every day.
You rich men always have such beautiful shoes.
Not only because you buy them new. You never walk on the streets.
You go from your home's carpet, to the floor mats in your car.
And from there, to the office carpet, the plane, the hotel...
The rest of us have to walk.
Especially on the street.
My boyfriend says he works with his dad, but I don't know.
I don't know where he lives, either.
Maybe he doesn't want his parents to see me.
I don't think it's because of that. You're a wonderful girl.
Maybe I was...
so excited about having a rich boyfriend.
Maybe you think I'm a little materialist.
Not everybody is attracted to rich people.
But I can't help it.
But you can't share these feelings with just anybody.
You can share them with me. I feel exactly how you do. I love money!
Just the thought of not having any scares me to death.
How much money do you have?
I don't know. You...can't really tell.
I know. I always know. I don't have a choice.
I wish my daughter saw things the same way as you.
If only she realized what she's got, but--
She went and married a loser, a social worker.
I don't like those things.
I know they exist, but I don't like seeing them. I saw them as a kid.
They're--
Ugly.
Disgusting.
Johny?
No, I'm okay.
But you told me that you were going to call me almost an hour ago.
You want me to wait at the bus stop?
Don't you think it's a little late?
This can't go on,Johny.
I spend my life waiting for you!
No, you show me absolutely no consideration at all.
No, I want you to come now.
Yes,Johny.
I said yes,Johny.
Okay. All right.
Show me the van's registration.
They stole it from my friend Mariano. I found it and I'm driving it back.
All right, that's a great story. Get out, you're coming with us.
Officer, I'm innocent. I'm just trying to be nice.
- Ask Johny. He was just ahead of me. - The Lancia?
Yes, we were going to pick his girlfriend up,Jasmina.
But we found the van and we thought we'd give it back to Mariano.
He doesn't deserve this, he's a great guy. Especially on a night like this.
Everybody is trying to start the century on a happy note.
All right, Officer. I'll shut up.
Whatever you say. I'll just stand here and not say a word.
You better, because I traditionally celebrate New Year's Eve...
beating the hell out of some jerk.
White van, yeah.
License plate-- Hold on.
Madrid, 1120 TK.
Fuck.
Good evening. What's going on here?
The officers are making radio calls checking to see if I'm a criminal.
Nothing, making sure this idiot is driving a stolen van.
No, it is stolen. But I didn't steal it. They stole it from my friend, Mariano.
Don't you know how to shut up when an officer tells you to, asshole?
The suspect will shut up because I tell him to. The suspect is mine.
Yours? Can I know why?
Benitez, tell the officer where our jurisdiction ends.
At that lamp post.
You see? Madrid ends at that lamp post.
Like hell! This neighborhood isn't finished yet.
I haven't been told that, and I don't have to check...
if new buildings are going up or not.
-Were we told anything, Benitez? -No.
I haven't heard anything.
I don't give a shit what Benitez says!
He's my prisoner. I got him first.
I wasn't disrespectful to you. I follow the rules...
and I don't patrol all night...
so you can just turn up and take what's mine.
This is fucking great!
Some new century with this lot in the forces of order!
Why the fuss? He isn't exactly a terrorist.
Will I go with Benitez?
Just a minute!
This is armed robbery!
Let him go, Benitez. I don't like violence.
We live in a democracy, and we'll sort it out here.
I don't want any bother.
Look, I don't care who I go with.
-You be quiet. -Yes, officer ma'am.
I'll be at the gas station at 6:30.
A girlfriend that works at a gas station!
That's so American, don't you think? It's like a TV movie!
It's 11 :00. If we miss the chimes, it'll be shit.
I don't get all this fuss about midnight and the chimes.
If we miss the party...
we'll go back to the girls and have stuffed olives.
You can't change a year, much less a century...
without some rite.
Why not?
It's like all rites. They're to record things.
Ifyou don't welcome the new year, it won't welcome you.
Time will pass you by...
and you'll stay as you were.
This is worse.
You'd stay as you were for a whole century.
Ifyou stay like that, I'll be busting my ass until I die!
But the 21 st century doesn't start tomorrow.
-Oh, no? -Every idiot knows that.
-It starts in the year 2001. -Like hell!
The year 2000 is the end of the century.
Says you!
When was Jesus born?
In the year zero.
So, the 1st century begins in the year 1 and the 21 st in 2001.
Why?
Jesus was born in the year zero.
The first year of the 1st century is one.
The first year of the 21st is 2001.
So,Jesus was born in the year 0 of the 1st century B.C.
Fuck, Marcelo! You'll kill us!
-My love, are you all right? -I just got a fright.
The bastard was in the wrong lane!
Lousy drunk! What were you trying to do?
-Kill us? -It's my friend.
He isn't moving!
Hey, kid!
Dad, something's wrong with him!
Marcelo!
-Where's he bleeding from? -It must be his head.
-We have to take him to hospital. -We have to take him somewhere.
Help me get him out.
Be careful.
Has it struck midnight?
The grapes!
I'm sorry. We won't all fit.
There's a taxi rank on the corner.
One should come along soon.
-Don't worry. -Take it easy.
-Good-bye. -Good luck.
Thank you.
-What do I owe you? -Nothing at all.
It's bad enough dumping you out here.
Next century, don't go out on the street like this.
-Here, ifyou need anything. -Thank you, Felix.
-Where are you hurrying to? -Home.
-How? -Walking. It's the safest way.
How can you walk with that stomach?
You've finally realized I've got a stomach.
-No reports of a stolen van? -Nothing with that license.
The kid says he found it...
and he was taking it back to its owner.
Maybe he's telling the truth.
What?
Why do we have to doubt what people say?
Have you lot been drinking?
Yes. So what? A year is ending, a century, a millennium...
and we're still doubting each other.
-Josemari, what's wrong? -Let the kid go.
He wasjust doing a good deed.
-He's under age! -What does that matter?
Do you never think that we're just getting too old?
Wait a minute. I've just got word...
of a minor accident on the M-50 at Exit 12.
Exit 12? We're very close.
Yeah? Well, get moving.
Josemari, is this a trick to get the kid set free?
You see? You don't even trust me now.
What about the kid and the van?
Trust me. Trust him.
Here he comes.
Look at him walk. He thinks he's Clint Eastwood.
You were right. The prisoner's yours.
Ours? Why?
Headquarters says it isn't worthwhile.
I'm not taking a prisoner the police rejected.
I mean, there's a limit!
I'm thinking of my dignity, of Benitez's and the unit's.
-I'm sure you understand. -I'll understand anything.
Johny will never believe this.
In this new century, I'm not going to listen to anybody.
I'll do as I please.
I won't be flat anymore.
I'm getting a boob-job. They can stick whatever they want in there.
You'll lose sensitivity!
What do I want sensitivity for if I don't use it?
Sensitivity isn't getting me anywhere.
You tell me as a friend, what do I want sensitivity for?
I'm going to give you bigger boobs before your rabbit gets here.
No...
Yes!
- No pain no gain, okay? - You're tickling me!
Fuck, look at those tits!
- What do you want? - A CD.
You want romantic music? Luis Miguel?
Whatever. It's for my girlfriend.
There's a Luis Miguel impersonator for half the price.
- You can't tell it's an impersonator. - I can afford the real thing.
I'll give you one that suits you personality better.
We don't have earphones, but we'll sing it for you.
I've got a CD player in my car.
Well, let's check it out.
What's this street called?
Emilio Aragon Street.
It isn't listed here.
A six-lane street with buildings?
I'm telling you, it isn't.
What's Emilio Aragon?
- It sounds like a proper name. - Isn't it a region?
It's on the way to Barcelona.
There was an Aragon Front in the Civil War.
But Emilio's a proper name.
How do you know?
In Tarifa, the waitress was called Emilia.
- That means nothing. - Why not?
I've met Spanish girls...
named "Peace," "Hope," "Light."
- Even "Port." - It isn't the same!
- Oh, no? - Stop arguing!
What does it matter what Emilio means?
- You asked! - All right, I asked. I'm sorry.
We'll never get to the Puerta del Sol.
When was that guide printed?
- 1996. - You idiot!
Why didn't you say?
- What's up? - This is a new area.
- It didn't exist three years ago? - Of course not.
You mean three years ago this was open country...
and suddenly a whole neighborhood springs up?
Of course! Can't you see?
The sidewalks are clean, there are garbage cans...
and containers for glass and paper.
The street lights work. This is Spain, so it must be new.
Look, I've found an Aragon Avenue that goes into the center!
- What direction? - That way.
Fucking out of order!
Why didn't you bring any money with you?
We were going in your friend's wonderful van.
Why would I have needed any?
People go out with money!
And give it to the poor! Didn't you think we'd need it?
I can't think of everything.
Didn't I find the van for the princess?
Oh, that's great! So, now it's my fault!
You're not going to twist this around. It's all your fault!
- This one okay? - Hey, I know that guy!
- He's my father. - He's an asshole.
You guys are totally different.
- Good evening. We need pads. - Yes.
I'll get them.
Listen, Benitez. It's Pan Bendito, the one you like.
- We've got other brands. - No, we're on duty.
Sign here.
He's polite and nice, unlike his father.
Excuse me, don't you have the ones with wings?
You took the last ones. They still haven't stocked more.
Yeah, but I still have them. Just a second, please.
God, how convenient!
When we were talking to Clint Eastwood I noticed I wasn't myself.
You're usually so cheerful.
I'm always smiling, looking at the bright side of things.
- We should have these days off. - You feel like crap.
You feel like shooting all the crooks you run into.
- But you restrain yourself. - Do you have a choice?
I'm a bit late. My old man couldn't decide...
between the Lancia and the BMW.
That's a very big overcoat.
I needed it. You kept me waiting so long.
I borrow a car, leave my family on New Year's Eve...
and you meet me in that overcoat.
It isn't fair,Jasmina. Let me see your thighs.
And your tits. I've been dreaming about them.
You're a pig and a liar.
Don't say that. I brought you a present.
-I doubt it. -Close your eyes.
It's something that you love. It'll unite us forever.
Give me your hand.
-You're filthy! -It's a mobile phone...
for you, for my Jasmi.
Feel,Jasmi. It's as hard as when the telephone was in there.
No!
Come on, pussy. Take off your coat. Let me see your legs.
Jasmina, who's that guy?
-What's he doing here with you? -He just lent me his coat.
What are you doing here with my girl?
You don't love me, bastard!
You had me waiting here for an hour!
He lent me his coat, and he wants a lift to a taxi rank.
If you don't help him, we're through!
You vindictive bastard!
You want me to slit you, smash your face?
That's my car.
Did you go near my girl? Watch it, for I'm crazy.
And the car's mine. Don't you forget that.
My car.
With flaps.
Thanks a lot. I don't feel protected otherwise.
No, they're a present for the new century.
Thanks a lot.
- She was so cute. - What?
The girl at the counter. She had..
That's an awful vice, Benitez. I don't like it.
After the holidays, I'm taking you to the psychologist.
I've seen him. I'm incurable.
What's wrong?
We drank too much.
I haven't used them for almost two months.
- Used what? - The sanitary pads.
You're menopausal?
Fuck, I'm only 30.
- I think I'm up the pole. - You're pregnant?
Did you notice anything?
My tits are bigger.
So, what else is new?
But this is different. They're going to burst.
Whose is it, Toni?
I couldn't really tell you for certain.
It isn't fair. Some people have all the luck.
How can I have a child without a father?
It'll have two mothers, Toni.
A little girl, with your tits and my ass.
Children always bring happiness.
And you're a real mother hen.
I want to throw up.
Not from the pregnancy. I just drank too much.
A little girl.
That's great, Toni.
I wonder if the rabbit likes children.
The 21st century
The future is here now
No more messing about No more complexes
I do as I want I know how to forgive
The joints are making me hungry.
There's candy in the glove compartment.
-It's true. How did you know? -Because--
Because that's where you put the candy!
You know nothing.
Hey, my first call! This is great!
Hello?
-What Antonio? -It's for me.
Are you Antonio?
Antonia?
Who was that woman, Antonio?
Antonia, just let me explain.
Don't change the subject. I'm sitting here on my own...
I haven't eaten, Paloma hasn't turned up...
you say you've been robbed and a woman answers the phone.
You're all ruining my New Year's Eve.
Antonia, just let me explain.
I'm so upset!
It was you who stole the car!
You even look like a thief! Why didn't I see it before?
The one who should be getting angry is this gentlemen.
He was behaving up to now.
Because you threatened him!
I'm doing all this for you.
Aren't I giving the victim a lift?
I'm real kind hearted.
Fuck, I'm an asshole.
I'll drop him at the bridge, and that's doing a lot.
I should've done him over!
All this is your son-in-law's fault!
I'm tired of this.
I'm getting out. Jasmina, give me my wallet.
-Here. -I told you, he's got a nerve!
Give it back, thief!
Watch it,Jasmina. I'll have to wallop you.
Try it and I'll kill you. I swear it!
Fuck it. She drew blood.
I only tapped you.
Fuck, you're an animal.
Christ!
Paloma, my dear! Paloma!
You keep away, do you hear me? Keep away!
What is this? What are you on about?
-You'll kill my daughter! -Don't shout at me!
Don't shout at you?
You goddamn--
Don't shout, he says.
-Who do you thinkyou are? -What are you doing?
-What's up with you? -Stop it, for God's sake.
Please... I'm dying.
Can you guess who's with us tonight?
Mr. Munoz Molina...
a 20th- and 21st-century intellectual.
Mr. Munoz Molina, asyou're here with us...
on such a special, magical night...
I can 't help asking you a question.
You know everything.
So, what do you think the new era will bring us?
I don't want to ruin anyone's night...
but I think it'll be awful.
I think that with problems such as global warming...
over population, the spread of terrible diseases.
The rich will manage to survive all right...
but it'll be tough for the poor...
especially those living in areas...
where the dwellings are precarious and makeshift...
what they call shanties.
I think it's hard for anyone born there to move up.
Someone at the top can descend...
but those at the bottom won't get anywhere.
The end of the century will be even sadder than the start.
That guy's fucking twisted. Zap him!
There are three minutes to go to the tremendous moment.
The atmosphere in Madrid's Puerta del Sol is indescr--
Come on, Paloma. Just hang on a bit longer.
That's it, love. Relax.
-Where will we take her? -To the hospital!
I can feel it coming!
It's coming! I'm going to have it in the car!
What are you doing?
We won't make it to the hospital!
I'm taking her to my mother. She knows about this.
She's a midwife?
An abortionist.
...the 12 grapes, the symbolic bunch will bring...
good luck and a new life.
I knew he'd bring me this some day.
-Mom, the baby's coming now. -My God!
We've got no light! Joselito, run down to the street lamp!
Put the mattress by the TV so that I can see.
And put the candles on the table.
Come on!
You lie down here, love.
That's it.
Now, everyone, get out.
Everyone, get out, I said!
There are barely two minutes to go.
Give me a hand, Juani.
The atmosphere is amazing.
I'm scared.
Don't be scared, love. You're very pretty.
Listeners, 30 seconds until the end of the millennium.
Hold your breath and fasten your seat belts.
Ladies and gentlemen, together we're going to cross over...
into this new era!
We're entering the year 2000!
Come on!
Push, push!
There it is!
...this night, and I'm so thrilled...
to be here broadcasting this moment for--
My God! The chimes have started! Rememberyour grapes!
We've ended up 50 yards from our apartment.
Thank you.
Don't worry, Paloma's strong. She's like her mother.
Here, this is yours. You left it in the car.
Wouldn't you like to keep it?
-For me? -Of course.
What for?
So you don't have to use a phone box. So people can call you.
This costs a bomb. I can't use a mobile.
No, I want you to keep it.
A souvenir of tonight.
So people can call you.
Well, if it's a souvenir.
And this way I can call you some day.
Don't worry. She's in good hands.
The tank's almost full.
That's good.
A few of the CDs are missing.
-They fell out the window. -It doesn't matter.
Friends?
Friends.
Happy New Year, and happy 21st century!
Happy 2000!
The moment we've all been waiting for has arrived!
It's here!
The third millennium!
A new era is beginning.
The spectacle in the center is indescribable.
Everyone is hugging everyone else...
friends and strangers.
Champagne bottles are being uncorked all the time...
and their contents are spilling over the crowds...
who don 't seem to mind the cold or the crush.
From the Puerta del Sol, my most sincere wishes...
that you may live the happiest of lives imaginable.
The station 's switchboard is jammed.
Telephones throughout the country are paralyzed...
as people try to phone their--
Be careful, Maria.
Oh, my God, Felix!
Felix, it's a child!
Oh, my God!
He's got a pulse.
-What if it's a trap? -Give over!
Where do you live?
Poor thing.
I started the century without my grapes.
You couldn't have worse luck!
This means that the world...
will go on as ever.
-Does this child live here? -Felix, look!
My son! My little boy!
What happened to you?
Mom, did you see? It lit up! It worked!
I knew we should never have left the freeway.
I was sick of it!
-How often did we pass Km. 46? -At least there were signs.
Signs? They jump from Km 46 to Km 4!
None of them says "Center" or " Puerta del Sol."
-Is it a ring road or a spiral? -Look!
I did that!
-Puerta del Sol? -The Center?
I bet my mom knows.
Johny, you won't believe this.
What's he doing here?
And all these people?
Johny, what's going on?
What are you up to?
May I see you home?
No, I'll go on my own.
You're ashamed of your father.