13 Roses

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THE 13 ROSES

Now is the time to fight!

You know what's happening in Europe?

The war will spread to London,

Paris, Berlin!

- Bigger than in 1914!

- And this time, comrades,

this time the European powers

will join us in the fight

against international fascism.

Sure they will.

After all the fighting

they've already done...

All we want

is for this to end.

We want peace!

What good is peace without freedom?

Without dignity?

Don't be misled by those who spread

defeatist rhetoric.

We're one step away from victory.

The international situation has never

been this favorable to us.

Our comrade is right.

Remember

the blood shed by your brothers,

by your children.

What use will it be if we give up?

We must fight to the end.

The Moors!

They're coming!

I saw them from the bell tower!

Stay and fight, comrades!

We have to fight!

Here.

- Can we go with you?

- Get on.

- Carmen.

- I'm staying.

- Let's go.

- Get on.

I'm staying!

- You want to get us all killed?

- Get on right now.

- Drive.

- Come on.

Wait!

Wait for me!

Is there any room, comrade?

Just one more person?

Please, comrade.

Wait!

It's full.

Let me go with you.

You can't do this to me!

Who wants some?

- Me, me!

- Please, me!

- Teo!

- Hi, Julia.

- You look beautiful.

- Don't be silly.

- How are things here?

- Fine.

Well, same old story.

- Who wants soup?

- Adelina.

Teo!

Teo...

I'm so glad to see you.

- How are you?

- Fine, fine.

Soup again?

Yesterday you said

it was your favorite dish.

- I did?

- Yes, you did.

AIDA LAFUENTE SOCIETY

What is this doing here?

Are things that bad?

It must be destroyed.

Any news from the front?

What front?

There's no more front.

They all ran away like chickens.

Not a single one stayed.

Who's the soup lover?

Jos!

Here, Jos.

To the shelter, quickly!

Let's go!

Everybody!

Leave that, come on.

Bernab? Where's Bernab?

Over there.

Bernab.

Get down!

IN THE NATION OF SPAIN,

GREAT LAND OF LIBERTY,

NO HOME GOES WITHOUT HEA NOR A FAMILY WITHOUT BREAD.

Gather bread.

Don't eat it.

Don't pick it up!

It's fascist bread!

The radio said it's poisoned!

Don't pick it up!

It's such a beautiful song.

Pretty, isn't it?

Something must be done.

But what?

- We have to organize, find comrades...

- Many have left.

- Or are about to.

- Exactly.

Things are going to change.

We must be prepared.

We don't know what it's like

to work underground.

What are they saying

at your dad's base?

That's the problem.

Nobody's saying anything.

My dear friends,

hard times have fallen upon us.

Who knows what will become of us

tomorrow or the day after?

Things are going to change

very quickly.

Many of us may never

see each other again.

A simple goodbye might not be enough.

Let us therefore bid each other...

farewell.

More bombs!

I think it's the last time.

I hope we don't end up missing them.

Don't say that.

We have nothing to fear,

but you have to leave Madrid.

I know, I know.

If you need money,

I can try to help you.

My name is Blanca.

This is my son Quique.

Julia.

Adelina. Hello.

Strange way to meet people.

Maybe over there.

There must be food around.

Sardines!

Idiot.

Wow.

Stop.

I said stop!

Afraid, huh?

- Chicken.

- I'm leaving.

Chicken, chicken!

If I hit it, we leave.

You promise?

Wait!

You too, dummy!

Long live Franco!

Long live Spain!

Long live Franco!

Long live Spain!

I'm a nobody, nothing

will happen to me. But you...

Well, I'm no revolutionary...

I think I'll get a job as a servant.

In a Falangist home.

The more the better.

You, serving Falangists?

To get information out of them.

Bastards.

Thanks for bringing us.

Can we help you unload?

No, I'll wait a bit.

Long live Spain!

What about you?

Can't you salute?

No, sing it!

Is that all?

- Keep singing!

- That's all I know.

Learn it, you're going to need it.

Bastards.

Your face when you sleep...

It's like you're still a baby.

You'll always be my baby.

Mother...

Come on, get up.

We have a lot to do.

We'll put them in their place.

The war is over for them too.

Pretty, isn't she?

She looks like you.

Blanca.

Seen my violin?

I don't understand.

Isn't it late to be playing?

Maybe he wants to celebrate

the end of the war.

Where did I put my violin?

"Generalissimo Franco's Headquarters

to all barracks of the Civil Guard:

It is hereby mandated

to be applied immediately

the following order

requiring you to report

to all aforementioned offices

in order to open relevant

personal files

for the cleansing of

political responsibilities."

Is that clear?

Sergeant, sir.

Yes, Romero?

What does that mean?

It means we're not

Civil Guards anymore,

or soldiers or anything else.

Is that clear?

Sergeant, sir.

Yes, Romero?

All we did was follow orders.

Then you've nothing to fear.

Is that clear now?

Let me try.

Come on, let me.

I'm getting pissed off.

I can't see anything, son.

Let me try.

Go ahead.

Incredible, incredible!

On your first try!

What a clever son I have!

You're a real champ.

Keep going.

You see?

We were right to hide the money.

I knew it'd be worth something,

no matter who won.

Is that all of it?

Right.

After all, it's a musician's salary.

How much will Juan need?

I'd better take it to him.

- Why?

- You shouldn't be seen together.

We've done nothing wrong.

We're just musicians.

Juan joined the Communist Party

and he was important in the union.

No, Blanca.

I don't want you carrying

that much money around.

Don't be silly.

What will happen to me?

What's wrong?

You're going back to the village

until all this is over with.

And you, father?

I'll be discharged. Or demoted.

Or maybe put on trial.

Why? You've done nothing.

That's the problem, according to them.

I did nothing.

Father...

Don't worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

Stay with your grandparents.

You're not safe here.

Get down from there!

You're going to get hurt!

Go play with your mother!

Go on!

Sorry.

Thanks.

Tickets...

I can only give you change

in stamps or coupons.

Coupons! Who do you think you are?

I'm sorry, sir.

This red takes us for idiots!

F***ing red collectors!

You should have stayed home!

Your boyfriends wouldn't have left

their posts to go out and kill patriots!

Move to Russia

if you like it so much.

I know her. She's a red

but she's a good person.

Thank you.

Can you tell me when we stop

at Goya? I'm new here.

Second stop.

I'll let you know.

Thanks, gorgeous.

And you owe me a kiss.

They needed something to identify us.

Lots of the girls are wearing them.

Even just this makes you feel

like you're doing something.

Wait till you try on your uniform.

You'll feel like

a revolutionary nanny!

How long since you saw Valentin?

Too long.

You think he left without me?

Who knows?

You really think so?

What?

Don't turn around.

Valentin!

The boyfriend visiting the nanny

in the park.

We shouldn't all be meeting here.

Understood.

Three's a crowd.

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