THE ROUGH WINDS
Shaking my head, shaking my feet, my tibia, my fibula.
Shaking my head, shaking my sternum, my hips, whenever I can...
Juanito!
Dancing!
Dancing all day...
And the neighbors
won't leave me alone...
Tamara, you're not moving that sternum!
Leave me alone!
Watch out, Juanito!
Stop, stop, stop!
Stop!
Dancing!
Dancing all day...
Hey, stay back!
Charo! Charo!
Easy now.
Fucking bitch!
Let's go!
Let's go, Juanito.
SCHOOL REPORT CARD 1981
Chari! What are you doing?
Come down right now!
Chari, are you deaf?
No, Mum.
- Chari! - I'm coming!
Where did you come from?
I live here.
Here? Where? In the yard?
The ground floor. We moved in a few months ago.
Aren't those two girls who always dress the same your sisters?
Yes.
Well, I've never seen you around.
I don't go to school here
and I help in my dad's shop at weekends.
You go to high school?
My last year. Next year I'm studying medicine.
You'll choke.
Don't let me catch you spying on me again.
And close your mouth
or it'll fill with flies.
What are you doing, stupid?
- Jerking off? - Get out of here.
Jerking off? He'd have to find it first.
Put that down, Admit.
"Hello, my name's Juan and I'm a boring nerd.
And I'm soft and a sissy."
Dami, leave your brother alone!
Dami, take it easy, he'll drown.
Damian! Nicanor! Leave Juan alone!
That's enough.
I mean it, I don't feel like it.
- Shall we go somewhere else? - Where? To play more pool?
We don't go out much. How much money have you got?
- Five hundred pesetas. - Big deal!
The fun we'll have!
- Charo? - What?
I love you.
I like you too.
Juan, stop it! You look so serious but you're always so horny!
You just said you liked me.
Sure, but I don't attack you all the time.
I'm sorry.
I'm just sick and tired of sitting on park benches
and studying all the time.
We never go out
and when we do, we have to share a drink.
Let's go and dance.
- No. You go. - Are you sure?
I get on your nerves. Go and dance, I'll wait for you.
- Rum and coke. - Home brew or imported?
Home brew.
Damian, Nicanor. Come dance with me.
I'm sorry, Charo.
It's just that I want you so much.
I'm crazy about you.
I know it sounds corny but I'm so in love with you.
- Juan, don't... - Don't be angry.
But that's why.
You won't dump me, will you?
Tell me you won't.
- At the concert... - When?
The one in Madrid, a week or so ago. It was great.
It was a sell-out.
- Tell me next time. - Okay.
Can I have one?
We were so happy together.
Well, I think so anyway.
He never forgot my birthday.
We were the perfect couple.
Everybody said so.
Everybody.
Send the report to me at the police station.
- Anything else, inspector? - The autopsy report when it's ready.
The paramedics said she didn't suffer.
They must have been drugged up to the eyeballs.
He'd told his wife he was going to Lisbon on business.
I can ask to handle the case myself, if you like.
Damian.
I'm sorry. I really am.
Well, I'm not. Juan will do all the feeling sorry.
They're from Madrid. Maybe you know them. The name's Olmedo.
Madrid's a big place, Maribel.
You never know. The girl's really pretty,
isn't she?
- She's not his daughter. - Isn't she?
No, she's his niece. Tamara. A lovely name.
I think so anyway.
If I ever have a girl, I'll call her that.
She's an orphan. What a shame, isn't it?
- And the other one? - What other one?
- Ah, the idiot. - Maribel!
Well... mentally retarded, whatever. He's his brother.
He was born that way. He's thirty-two.
They've come here because of him.
Great for me. If I work for you and for them
I can stop cleaning stairs in the village.
What's this?
Though I expect there's a lot to do at their place.
- My Mum's taking me to Euro Disney. - Are you really, Maribel?
And I'm going to buy a car!
But you can't drive.
I'll learn.
- Did you win the lottery? - Almost.
I told you we inherited some land from our grandfather...
You're always telling me things.
Well, a builder came to see it the other day.
And he's been back taking measurements, making holes...
And this morning my cousin rang me
- and guess what. - He wants to buy it.
For 200,000 euros!
For a bit of land out in the middle of nowhere.
That's 30,000 euros each.
Congratulations, Maribel. I'm glad for you both.
Thank you.
Eat up.
Are you sure you want to spend the money like that?
Like what?
I've promised Andres.
And you want to go, of course.
What about saving?
Have you thought of that?
Save? What for?
I don't know... For the future.
The future?
I've got no future.
Everybody's got a future.
Sure. Everybody.
- Shall I reserve then? - What?
For dinner. You need to start getting out.
- Well... - What's the matter, Juan?
There's nothing to do in that village.
My niece needs more time to adapt. I can't leave her on her own.
Watch out. She'll adapt, then she'll leave you on your own.
See you later.
Shall I make you some lunch, sir?
Otherwise I'll clean the windows. I only need a sandwich.
- So do I. - No, you don't.
You're home today so I'll cook.
- Where are the kids? - On the beach.
With Sara, your neighbor.
She's so nice. It was her who offered, as I was so busy.
He's so dry.
Hello, I'm Juan Olmedo.
- Sara Gomez. - A pleasure.
Thanks for bringing the kids. They look happy.
That's all right.
I like having kids around.
And I was coming here anyway.
- Cigarette? - No, thanks.
From Madrid too?
From Madrid too.
Are you here for long?
I hope forever.
Careful, kids. You'll cover us in sand.
You're good with kids.
There are days when all I do is argue with Tamara.
It's not the same when you're the father...
or uncle, as in your case.
What about you?
Any family?
No, no family.
Well, not with me, anyway. I live alone.
I expect there's someone in Madrid...
What about you?
I'm too curious.
Sorry.
I'll tell you what.
If you don't ask me about my past, I won't ask you
about yours.
We tell each other only what we want.
What do you say?
It's a deal.
The weather's changing.
Andres! It's blowing from the east, isn't it?
The west.
Whatever. It's getting cold.
Shall we go?
Come on, bedtime.
Alfonso.
Alfonso. Bedtime.
Up you come.
- Did you have a good time? - Yes, but my shoulders hurt.
You're just stiff.
Andres really knows how to fly a kite.
Cadiz isn't so bad, is it?
Better than Madrid, isn't it?
Sleep tight.
Hands off!
Don't touch anything.
What are you doing?
The salt rots it.
- Need a hand? - No, it's okay.
Come down and let me.
Thank you very much.
Hold this.
Doctors smoking. That's ironic.
Sara says you're buying a flat.
Me, a flat? That's a bit complicated.
If you've got the money...
I haven't got that much.
And why pay a mortgage? For my son to inherit?
I say spend it while you have it. Like on a trip.
We've never gone away before. Don't you agree?
Yes... Right, that's that.
Bye.
- Which cinema do you want to go to? - One with air conditioning.
- This one will do. - This one?
- Yes. - Sure?
Sure.
- Two, please... - Get them upstairs.
- Upstairs? - I like being high up.
This film's really bad.
We haven't seen enough to know.
Yes, but it's really boring.
And I think I've seen it before.
Do you want to go?
No, we can stay.
Charo, what are you doing?
Just pulling your zip down.
I can see that.
But what for?
To get your dick out.
See?
Charo, stop it.
I don't think I will, Juan.
I've been really bad to you.
It's about time I treated you better.
And I was dying of curiosity.
I mean, I've never seen it.
And it seems to like it.
Yes, but I don't.
Really?
I don't believe you.
Charo, we're too grown-up for this.
Kiss me.
It's been ten years since you kissed me.
It's only half past six. Let's go to a cafe or something.
Fine. You still like VIPS?
You remember that then?
I remember everything. Charo. Everything.
We won't have to share a drink now.
That was the reason, wasn't it?
- Why you dumped me. - No.
Yes, it was.
Whatever. I've never been too bright. You know that.
I fancy a slice of chocolate cake. And a rum and coke.
And changing the subject.
Changing the subject?
You want to change the subject?
Your brother, for instance?
He thinks he's so special.
If anybody told him I was cheating, he'd just say I was stupid.
And I won't tell him his dick's smaller than yours.
- He'd commit suicide if I did. - What is this shit?
It's true. He's nothing special.
He thinks everybody's shit.
That's why when I see you being so loving with Elena,
I feel so jealous.
I often wonder what you're like with her,
when the two of you are alone.
I bet you're like you used to be with me.
You'll laugh
but all I want in the world is someone to kiss me.
To hold me.
And now I know
I've done everything wrong.
The thing about your dick's not important.
Say something.
At least tell me you were in love with me.
You know I was.
Like an animal...
Like a fool.
- When's your next hospital shift? - Wednesday.
I'll come and see you on Thursday after you've slept.
Look at the fool. And he's so happy.
He hasn't seen us. Blow the horn.
3-1. Stupid idiot.
- Futre. - Futre. What about him?
- He's a champ. - Hi. Did you go to the cinema?
Yes, we had time.
How nice. The match was fantastic.
3-1, and it could have been
more because we played fucking great.
You'd have enjoyed it, Juan.
- How was the film? - A love story.
Juan enjoyed it more than I did.
Right, Juan?
He always was sentimental.
Anyway, I'm off.
We must do it again.
See you.
Are you going into town?
You're not going yet, are you, Nicanor?
We should celebrate the victory.
That's true. I'll stay a little longer.
I don't know. They're all pretty.
- What's her favorite color? - I don't know.
When you go shopping with her...
I've never really been.
Her mother used to go.
- When did she die? - A few months ago.
Tamara never talks about her. What was she like?
I don't know... Different. A bit weird.
- You never had much to do with her. - Yes, I did.
- You never liked her. - Green, I think.
- I can change it otherwise, right? - With the receipt.
- The green one at the back. - Right away.
- Is that everything? - Yes...
- Shoes, dress, earrings... - And for her hair?
We can get something she'll like.
Hold on a minute. Mind if we go in?
What's the point of poking your nose into other people's lives?
We all need a little push sometimes.
REAL ESTATE AGENCY
Andres!
My boy! Look how handsome! I'm so happy to see you.
That's enough, Gran!
I never see you, you rascal.
- You see me every day. - In the playground, from a distance.
You need fattening up.
I bet your mother doesn't make you any tea. Here.
Guess who asked me about you this morning.
- No idea. - Your father.
He wants to see you.
It's such a pity you never see each other. Isn't it?
Whatever your mother says, your father's your father.
- Not so loud, Gran. - Not so loud?
You think people don't know what your mother gets up to?
However hard she tries to hide it.
Andres. Andres.
Come back.
Little devil.
Do you like quail?
I cooked them at home last night. They're always better the next day.
Yes, but you shouldn't have.
You need to eat.
Beautiful.
She'll look lovely.
Tamara will look lovely in that.
It had the most frills.
Frills? I can see you're from Madrid.
Want to eat outside?
We can both eat in here. It's too much trouble outside.
As you wish, sir.
That lady...
- in the kitchens at school... - My grandmother.
What's wrong with the seagulls?
It's the east wind.
They go crazy and forget how to fly.
Delicious.
It's alive.
Hello.
- Still having lunch? - No, we've finished.
- I have anyway. You, sir? - I have too. Delicious.
Andres, help with the table.
Hello, Andres.
Hello?
Very nice.
Down by the beach.
Okay.
On my bike.
Is that Aunt Trini?
No.
Alfonso's school's farther away.
He goes by bus.
A lady looks after us.
Who is it?
Nicanor.
- Don't talk to him again! - But Uncle!
If he calls again, give me the phone.
Okay?
Come on, no long faces.
Think we've got time to fly the kite?
You and me and Andres?
Yes? Yes or no?
Yes? Coming with us, Andres?
Are you staying, Juan?
- Can you get back? - I've got my car.
See you tomorrow. Have fun. The night is young.
See you tomorrow, Miguel.
- Hello. - All right?
- Fine. - Really?
Charo!
Good morning.
- You come back? - Sure.
One of these days.
Andres!
Andres, wait, dammit! Fucking kid!
Hey.
Every time I meet you, you run away.
Why don't you introduce me to your friend?
This is my father, Tamara.
Tamara! She's pretty, isn't she?
And a few olives for them.
"Please."
I'll have a beer, I'm feeling down. "Please," Mari Carmen.
Well, how's school?
What do you want?
What do you think?
To talk to you. After all, I'm your father, aren't I?
Look at you.
Shit!
Hold on.
It's here somewhere.
Now you'll... Look at this. Look.
Know who this is?
It's you.
Know why I carry it on me?
Because I'm your father, dammit!
I'm always talking about you.
And I've got more.
Nothing to say?
- What do you want me to say? - Anything, son.
Tell me about school. No, tell me about your mother.
I haven't seen her for ages.
Or rather...
she hasn't seen me for ages.
Or rather...
she's made sure she hasn't seen me.
Is it true about the flat?
- How should I know? - Well, you should know.
- She must have said something. - Yeah.
We may be buying one.
You see?
And with what money, may I ask?
From the land?
How much did she get?
15,000 euros?
20,000?
With what she earns!
Oh, yeah, she works hard. I'd forgotten that.
Night and day. Especially at night.
She likes bars all right.
She stays home with me at night! You hear?
- Hey, hey... - Come on.
Don't get angry with me.
You didn't understand what I meant.
Tell her at least to say hello when we meet.
Kids are nothing but trouble.
Bring me another beer. "Please."
He didn't want to see him, Juan.
But it would have been rude with me there.
Didn't he give you any explanation?
When Andres doesn't want to talk, you can't make him.
Shall I turn the light off?
I know you'd never abandon me.
What?
Andres's dad abandoned them.
But you'll always be here, won't you?
Of course I will.
Mum always said so.
Did she?
What else did your mother say?
If she wasn't there, then you always would be.
- And your dad? - My dad?
I don't know.
She only spoke about you.
Maybe because you're a doctor.
Sleep tight.
But it'll only be a few months, you know that.
Till after it's born.
Nothing will change between us.
And the baby?
It'll be a boy or a girl.
- So what? - And the father...?
Of course.
- Damian. - I see.
Look, Juan. If you're worried about Damian,
with two brothers, there's no telling who the father is.
I asked an expert.
You're crazy.
Juan, please.
Just take it easy.
Easy? Not knowing if it's mine or not?
Everything's all right, my love.
This won't affect us.
It was always "you" and "me". There never was an "us".
What do you want me to do?
It was your fault I married him.
- What do you mean? - What I said!
You didn't fight for me.
Don't tell me that.
It's true.
You just disappeared.
You never tried to win me back.
I couldn't stand you being with him.
Okay?
That's very convenient.
- Same time next Monday? - No more Mondays.
This changes everything.
So what are you going to do?
Dump me?
We should never have started this.
It was a mistake from the start.
You can't dump me, Juan. You can't.
We're in this together,
like it or not.
So you won't. What do you bet?
Answering machines. What a pain.
People only call when they want something.
Juan!
- Hello. - Hello.
- How about coffee? - Actually I'm in a hurry.
How do I look?
I'd love to tell you but I have an appointment.
I'm not feeling too good.
I've stopped smoking and I get nervous.
I'm happy but nervous.
- But that's normal. - Yes.
Dami doesn't understand that.
He's afraid to come near me.
My bulge repels him.
Any other time, I wouldn't care. You know what I think of him.
But not now because I'm always nervous.
And I thought, "Charo, what do you bet
that your brother-in-law won't mind?"
Juan, what's going on?
I've been waiting for you at the cinema for an hour!
I'm starting to get worried.
I'm going to ring the hospital to see if...
- Hello, Gran. - My baby!
Come here.
Come on up. What a surprise I've got for you!
You're still in bed.
Did I wake you up, sir?
No.
Aren't you feeling well?
No, I feel fine.
Well, if that's all...
- Maribel. - Yes?
Is there anything else?
I don't really know what I was going to say.
A coffee?
No.
- The blinds? - No.
You want your clothes?
You don't want anything?
In that case...
Let me have a ride.
- Let me have a ride. - Andres.
Who gave you the bike?
My grandmother.
Let me have a ride.
I made you some tripe.
- Tripe? - Without chickpeas.
I know you prefer it on its own.
Shower while I warm it up.
Wait, wait, wait.
What's the matter?
- Didn't you like it? - Of course I did.
It was marvelous.
So what's the problem?
Just that. That I liked it so much.
What about you?
I loved it.
I screamed like a stuck pig.
We both know it was so good that we mustn't do it again.
And if we do it again?
We can't.
- Why? - Because this is crazy.
Because I employ you.
Your son and my niece go to school together.
I pay you a wage.
It's not the same as making tripe.
But you don't mind paying.
You know that?
Word gets around fast in villages.
I see.
- But it's not the same. - Why not?
That was a whore and you're not.
So where's the problem?
You pay me to clean the house and I do. And that's that.
This is our private life. No-one need know.
It's not the same, Maribel.
I don't want to hurt you.
Look... I'm a big girl.
On the 26th I'll be 32.
I know what I want.
And I know what I'll get.
My life is shit and I'll never find a decent man in this place.
And this is where I'll be the rest of my life.
But I'm no gold-digger.
Don't worry. I never thought about it that way.
Men like you don't marry girls like me.
I'm not stupid.
I get by and if I don't then that's my problem.
So you can cut the crap.
I'm not likely to lose my good name because of you.
I didn't think you were such a sexist.
A sexist? I'm just the opposite.
All I want to do is protect you.
I don't need that.
I just want you to fuck me. And that's all.
Now, do you want that tripe or not?
The investment would be 150,000 euros.
She got 24,000 from the land.
That'll cover the documents and the deposit.
If I do the paperwork, that'll save money.
For the rest she can ask for a 20-year loan at... 430 euros.
If the rates don't go down again.
I've been looking into it.
- What do you think? - Fine.
We'll need an income certificate for the loan.
- Okay. - "Fine"? "Okay"?
I expected more interest.
What do you want me to say? It's fine.
- What do you think, Maribel? - How would I know?
Whatever you two say.
You see, Juan? We're her spiritual guide.
I don't know anything about it.
If you think it's all right...
Then on Monday I'll tell them to get the papers ready.
Have you finished?
I just have to pay.
- You know what, Sara? - What, honey?
They're showing Spiderman 3 in Chipiona.
And you want me to take you?
Yes!
Will you?
Well, if you really want to go...
Why don't you two come too?
Yes, Mum, you come too.
I can't. I'm meeting some girlfriends.
I was thinking of taking a siesta.
Don't go if you don't feel like it.
It's okay.
Come on, we'll go in my car.
Can I give you a lift home, Maribel?
- Lf it's no trouble. - Mum.
If you don't go, I'm not going.
Oh, Andres, stop acting like a baby.
- Come on, or we'll miss it. - Come on!
It's a long way out of your way.
I'm in no hurry.
You didn't have to bring me back.
- You trying to tell me something? - No.
Well, yes...
- Work? - No, about holidays.
You want to go to that Euro Disney place.
I don't want to go anywhere.
I thought I could keep on working for you during my holidays.
Like till now?
Like till now.
Well, I think that's a good...
idea.
A marvelous idea.
Drop me here.
Maribel, I'm a gentleman.
I'm taking you home.
Yes, sir.
Maribel.
Calling me sir sounds ridiculous.
If I start calling you Juan now
I'll get used to doing it and one day it'll slip out
in front of Andres, he'll realize, and that'll be the end.
So I'd rather keep calling you sir.
Hey, the neighbors will see.
And I'm a lady.
What's the matter? Don't stay here.
On your daughter's birthday.
- Who wants more cake? - Me. Me, Charo.
I knew you would, Alfonso.
Some more, Juan?
- Keep some for Daddy. - He doesn't like cake, Tamara.
- Why not? - Surprise!
Where's the birthday girl? What a present I've got here.
What is it?
- The most expensive in Madrid. - It's huge. Where will we put it?
Don't be a pain, Charo. Like it, darling?
- It's beautiful. - Give your dad a kiss.
- We kept some cake for you. - Really?
Give it to Nicanor.
Do you know what time it is?
We've been waiting.
Miss Perfect has spoken. I'm fucking sick of you.
Are you now?
One of these days I'm going to smash your teeth in. Got that?
That's enough.
Coming home drunk on your daughter's birthday!
Don't argue, you two.
I'm just telling your brother-in-law
- what a shit he is. - Damian, the kids.
Get out of my house.
Leave me alone with my family.
You are so rude.
- Drink? - Sure.
Juan!
Juan, wait! Don't take any notice of him.
I'm sick of seeing you behind everybody's back.
- Quiet, they'll hear us. - Leave him.
Leave him? What for? To go and live with you?
Why not? And why not now?
Things are fine the way they are.
It's not fair, even for my bastard of a brother.
- Then fuck him! - Fuck him?
He's the one fucking everybody.
We'd all be better off without him.
Juan.
It wouldn't work.
It'd be a disaster. This is the best way for us.
You mean so much to me.
You're the only one who loves me.
Apart from Tamara and Alfonso, who's like a child.
And I don't know why. I don't get it.
- I'm just a piece of shit. - Charo...
It's true, Juan.
If you lived with me you'd stop loving me.
I've often thought about it and I'm sure.
It's better this way.
- No, it isn't. - Much better this way.
I know you better than you know me.
You've no idea what I can be like.
I love you.
I love you so much.
I couldn't love anybody more than I love you.
But I know that's not enough.
It wouldn't be enough for you.
I can't see you any more.
- Sorry I'm late. - Two days late.
If you mean Thursday...
Thursday, last Wednesday,
Monday a month ago...
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
I'm so sorry I could die. Satisfied?
I hope it was worth the trouble.
No, it wasn't.
I'd have had a better time with you.
- Juan, please. - I didn't say anything.
It's incredible how you can be so jealous even after ten years.
Okay, you're right.
I can understand it.
I mean, you're practically my husband.
I haven't screwed him for ages.
So what does Damian say?
Damian?
He doesn't know anything.
Well, he knows about you, of course.
- What do you mean? - Well, about you.
Though he doesn't know we're together now.
How did he find out?
I told him one day when I was pissed off.
You told my brother...? Why ever did you do it?
Your brother's always gone off with other women.
Whenever he felt like it. Fuck him!
Fuck you, Charo!
I said fuck you!
You'll stop seeing me when I say so.
When I say so!
Understand? Nobody does this to me.
Bastard!
Hello, Alfonso.
Say hello to your uncle.
Hello...
I'm Nicanor Martos, a friend of the family.
- And you are...? - Sara. Sara Gomez.
A friend of Juan's too.
Then we're all friends together.
So I'm sure you'll understand.
Understand what?
That I need to have a word with Alfonso.
You don't live here.
No, of course I don't.
You live in Madrid, Nica.
I've brought you some sweeties. He's always loved
this junk. A whole bagful.
- All for you. - For me?
- Sure. - All of them?
I'm sorry, we have to go.
It won't take a second.
How are you, Alfonso?
I live here now. You can't hit me now, Nica.
I won't hit you.
I've never harmed you.
You and Dami got angry with me. Dami got really angry!
Leave me alone!
He doesn't want to talk. Come on, Alfonso.
Sara! Sara, listen to me, please.
Sara.
Don't worry, I'm a policeman.
I'm on a murder investigation.
Then talk to Alfonso's brother, if he's a friend of yours.
I think you'd better talk to him too.
Though he doesn't tell the truth much.
I'm sure you don't want to get involved in a murder.
Call me, if you change your mind.
Don't let him in, Sara. Don't let him.
- Nica and Dami hit me. - He won't get in.
And ask Alfonso how his brother Damian died.
- Tell your girlfriend, Alfonso. - Stop it!
Hey, Scalextric!
Hi. Where's Juan?
He took Maribel home
and then he was meeting friends for dinner.
Andres is staying over.
Want to play?
Thanks, Tamara, but I think I'll go home.
Me now, Tamara, me now!
And this could be your bedroom. It's big, isn't it?
Yes.
Your friends will be able to sleep over.
Will you stop pulling long faces? We're buying a new flat!
I don't want to buy anything.
Why not, if I may ask?
Because we could spend the money on something else.
- Like what? - We could set up a business.
A business! Where did you get such big ideas?
The only thing I can do is clean stairs.
We could open a roast chicken stand.
You don't need to know much for that.
Roast chickens?
I couldn't run something like that on my own.
Dad could help us.
Your father?
Whoever told you he'd work? Your grandmother?
- No, not her. - Then it must have been him.
Was it? It was him, wasn't it?
When did you see him? You didn't tell me.
And she didn't give you that bike, did she?
- My dad gave me the bike! - I should have realized.
He's after money. Oh, he's a sly one.
Don't say that!
Are you stupid or something?
Have you forgotten? He never cared about you.
He doesn't even call you on your birthday.
I don't understand, Andres. I really don't.
How could you fall for such a trick?
Keep away from him. Don't talk to him again.
- I will if I want! - We'll see about that. Andres!
Won't he ever leave us alone, dammit?
Tamara.
No, that's wrong.
- He's right. - Yes.
Alfonso.
Juan!
Had a good day?
- Yes. - How good?
Here.
Maribel's at the new flat.
She'll be back soon.
That one.
Everything okay?
We met a friend of yours yesterday.
- A friend? - From Madrid.
Someone called Nicanor.
Tamara, bring me a glass of water.
- Aunt Trini's getting married! - Do it.
Bring me a glass of water!
Did Tamara see him?
No, just me and Alfonso.
I see. What did he want?
I'm not really sure.
To talk to Alfonso.
Juan.
Is something wrong?
No. Nothing's wrong.
He thinks I owe him something.
But he's wrong there.
Let's go.
I'll look after them if you want to go.
Thanks.
Andres, come back here.
That child!
Just who I was looking for. Don't hide.
I'm not. How are you?
How am I? You have the nerve
to ask me how I am?
Keep away from Andres or I'll cut your balls off.
There's been a misunderstanding. I...
Listen to me, you fucking son of a bitch.
All you want is the money.
You're trying to take it off me. Off your son, you piece of shit.
Can't we talk about this quietly?
No, we can't! Just go away.
You never cared about Andres. So leave him alone now!
Andres, into the house!
Oh, Mari.
You never knew how to handle the kid.
Andres, son.
Fancy coming for a walk with me?
Andres, go on home.
What the hell are you staring at? Ugly bitch.
Come on, Brendan.
Luis, watch your step.
- Excuse me. - Yes?
- Where's my brother? - Who?
- Alfonso Olmedo. - His uncle picked him up.
- His uncle? - The policeman.
He showed me his badge.
Hey, is something wrong?
What's the matter, Juan? Where's Alfonso?
I need the number of the Chipiona police station.
No, not emergencies, the police station.
Get some towels.
- Was it Nicanor? - Yes.
Sit down. Sit down, here.
Where have you been?
- Doing tests. - At the police station?
Yes.
- Were there any police there? - Yes.
Nicanor was really angry. He said you killed Dami.
- And what did you say? - Nothing!
"Juan was waking Dami up."
Make him a glass of hot milk.
I don't want to see him again, Juan. He frightens me.
Oh, Juanito! Juanito!
Nicanor can't come in here.
I promise you. He can't come in here.
This is our little secret.
Not a word to Tamara or Sara, okay?
It's our secret. Yours and mine.
Yours and mine, Juan. Yours and mine.
Come here.
What's the hurry?
I want to talk to you a minute.
- Someone call a doctor. - Don't move her.
Do something, she's dying!
Lie still. Don't move.
I found her lying there.
- An ambulance. - It's okay. He's a doctor.
No time for an ambulance.
He knew I was signing on Monday...
Take it easy. The towel.
It hurts!
Take it easy.
The bastard! The son of a bitch!
The bastard!
This is Dr. Olmedo with an emergency. Female, 30 years old,
knife wound to right side, possible damage to liver.
Call Dr. Cortes. We're on our way.
If the bleeding stops, tell me.
Juan, if I die... we haven't talked...
You're not going to die. But you must stop talking.
- The flat... - I'll go to the bank on Monday.
If they can't wait, I'll drag them down here with a lawyer.
Get room three ready.
Sara...
- Maribel and I... - You don't need to say anything.
I saw you both the other day.
I'd better get back to the kids.
Call me when there's news.
- Sit in the doctors' room. - I'm okay here.
Don't worry, she'll recover.
- Where is she? - Intensive care.
She'll be in the ward tomorrow.
Thanks a lot, Miguel.
That's all right.
Go home and sleep.
No, I'll stay here.
- You know it makes no difference. - Just in case.
Hello? Who's that?
Andres? It's Juan.
Your mother's much better now. She going to be okay.
Andres? Are you there?
Say something. Please.
It was my father, wasn't it?
It's too soon to know. We'll have to wait.
The police will investigate.
Juan?
Hello, Sara.
How did it go?
I see.
He hasn't said a word all evening.
He's scared, the poor thing.
Raise it to 80 ml. And do a blood test, okay?
It's okay, Juan. Just routine.
- Andres! - Leave it there!
Andres, wait for me!
Wait for me!
Andres!
They've given you some food. That's good.
Very good.
It's good too.
Juan, bring me some proper food.
Some fried fish, a shrimp omelet, whatever, anything but that.
Look on the bright side.
This is good for your figure.
My figure? With this big scar?
The navel's a scar too and you go around showing it.
You'll get used to it and it won't bother you.
- I won't mind. - And everybody else?
They'll look at you, not the scar.
Miguel said you'll be home in a few days.
In a few days? I just can't wait.
I thought you could stay at my place while you recover.
And you'll look after me, right?
And who'll clean my place?
I've hired your cousin Remedios to look after it.
Remedios?
And who'll pay her?
Maribel, forget about that.
I don't like it.
I don't like it at all.
I'm a maid. Maids don't have maids.
Especially my cousin Remedios.
Look, Juan.
I've been doing a lot of thinking in here.
I've had nothing else to do.
And I think maybe you were right at the beginning
when you said we shouldn't get involved. Remember?
But we did anyway.
And look at us now.
We should go back to how it was before.
You see? I just called you Juan.
I should go back to "sir."
But you won't always work for me.
You want me to look for another job?
- I was thinking... - Listen to me.
It's best if things
went back to how they were.
Those are some beautiful flowers, sir.
Next time bring me some real food.
Good, now cut it up small.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Okay? - You can see her tomorrow,
she's in a room. But only for a while.
I'm glad.
Hello, Juan. How are you?
- I don't think Andres will go. - Why?
He told me he couldn't.
And he won't eat.
He says he's not hungry and he's thrown his new bike away.
I don't know... he's acting very strange.
Is this right?
Perfect.
I'll set the table.
Your mother would love to see you.
I heard you threw your bike away... Let's talk, Andres.
She really wants to see you. What shall I tell her?
It was my fault.
It was all my fault.
But he's my father and I'm his son.
He said that was something that could never change.
None of that's true. Nothing's your fault.
You're 11 years old and someone tricked you.
Anyone can be tricked by strangers.
It was my fault.
I told him everything.
He said he missed me, that he was going to change.
He gave me that bike. He'd never given me anything before.
And, I don't know...
I'd never had a dad and I liked having one.
That's what it was. I liked having a dad.
Names are just a matter of chance.
The only father you've had is your mother.
- That's no good. - What do you mean?
It's all that counts.
He's my father and I'm his son.
And that's for sure, whatever you say.
But...
we... you, Tamara, my mother,
I don't know what we are.
We can be whatever you want us to be.
Andres,
let's go to the hospital.
How are you?
Well...
Have you eaten your food?
It's tasteless.
It'll get better.
I've got a surprise for you.
But you have to promise something first.
All right, I'll eat my supper, I promise!
That too.
But you have to promise
to come with me to my sister's wedding in Madrid.
Your sister's wedding?
How can I go to your sister's wedding, Juan?
You said you always wanted to travel.
Then come with me and a lot of other people.
Oh, my baby! Come here.
My beautiful boy!
No, Nica!
Come here, Alfonso. I won't hurt you.
You can't hit me. Juan said so.
I'm your friend.
- No! - I'm your uncle Nica.
Fucking come here!
Get out of here!
Get out or I'll call the police.
- I'm the police. - Not here, you aren't.
Not in this village.
You didn't talk to your friend?
That's none of your business.
Juan killed his brother.
Alfonso was there and you won't let him tell me what he saw.
If you'd just give me 15 minutes with the boy...
Get off my property!
Juan killed him and Alfonso saw him.
You're protecting a murderer!
I said get off my property!
What are you doing, Nicanor?
Don't you say hello
- to your friends? - I'm no friend of yours.
And never have been.
You see, Juan...
I've lost a lot of sleep over your brother's accident.
- As I see it, things just don't fit. - No shit.
And I'm not the only one who thinks so.
You had a motive because you were
fucking his wife.
And you called your hospital colleagues
and not the emergency services.
But you made one mistake.
There was a witness.
Right, Alfonso?
That's enough!
Now you listen to me, Nicanor, I won't say this twice!
If Tamara hears any of this shit
I'll kill you. Understand? I'll kill you!
I loved him like a brother! More than a brother.
I have a family now. I swear if you try and fuck it all up
I'll kill you.
Juan didn't kill him. Not Juan, no!
They just arrived.
Maribel looks well.
She wants to see you.
I was just leaving.
- Juan... - You want to hear it?
Only if you want to tell me.
My brother...
So special.
The tallest, the strongest, he got the best girls...
Then one day he decided the girl he wanted most was his brother's.
That's how he was.
When he wanted something, he just took it. So he did.
But I didn't know how much he really loved her.
A lot.
When she died, he went crazy...
and turned to drugs and drink...
like he wanted to kill himself.
Thank goodness you're back. I can't take any more.
Calm down and tell me what happened.
Dami caught Alfonso jerking off again
and told him next time he'd cut his dick off.
Of course, Dami's having a bad time. He's really nervous.
- Juan! - Hello, my love.
Isn't this good, Tamara?
Uncle Juan's here to fix things.
- You're going? - I've done my part.
- Give me a hand. - Who, me?
I have to get up early in the morning.
Don't pull that face. You'll manage. You always do.
No, no!
Alfonso.
Alfonso, it's me, Juan. Okay?
Juanito?
Go to your room, Tamara.
- I'm staying with you. - Go to your room.
Hey!
Look who's here.
Mother Teresa of Calcutta.
- We have to talk, Damian. - No, not another sermon.
Please, Juan, not another sermon.
When will you realize Alfonso sees things different from us?
He's not a normal person.
You really think I'd cut his balls off?
I don't but he does. Can't you see?
That's why I say I will.
Let me tell you something.
If he doesn't stop doing that, I'll neuter him.
- Want some? - What are you doing?
Don't tell me you didn't know.
Of course I knew.
Going to tell me drugs kill?
Do it in the bathroom. Think of Tamara.
I'll do it where the fuck I want.
Charo really liked this shit.
You didn't know?
Strange. She used to snort it all the time.
You want some or not?
You know...
Don't look at me like that!
I'll knock your fucking head off!
We're not kids any more, Damian.
No we aren't, are we?
That's just the trouble.
I'm off.
You're going?
Now Mary Poppins is here, I can leave again.
Wait.
Wait a minute, Damian.
You're not well.
You need help.
Your help, doctor?
No, not mine.
Just as well. If it's your help, then no thanks.
He says I'm not well.
Think I don't know?
Of course I do, you fool!
All because of that bitch!
What a bitch.
I told her. I said,
"Cheat on me and I'll kill you." And what happened?
She did it for me.
When she was cheating on me.
If you want to kill yourself then tell me because
- you forget you've got a daughter. - Forget?
Every time I look at her, I see her bitch of a mother.
- Out of my way. - No.
Move or I'll hit you! It wouldn't be the first time.
Think you can fuck me around for the rest of your life?
You try hard enough...
but I still love you.
I love you a lot, you know?
Even though you were as bad as she was.
Charo told me everything.
And I mean everything.
How you used to try and make her feel sorry for you all the time.
And she would, then you'd fuck her again.
You had to be the bastard you are,
not stopping till you managed to fuck her.
But I don't hate you for that. You were only one of many.
What?
You thought I didn't know?
She used to tell me herself.
How you'd compare yourself to me all the time,
wanting her to tell you your dick was bigger...
What a stupid fool!
You don't believe me?
So ask her! Ah, no. She's dead.
You are a fucking bastard!
I loved Charo! You took her away from me!
- Why? Why? - You're pathetic.
All that studying, being good, and look at you.
Get out of my way.
I said get out of my way, asshole!
He fractured his skull on the stairs.
I didn't kill him.
It was an accident.
Look, Juan.
I left my past behind too.
All that matters is here and now.
Coming?
Coming.