13 Roses Page #2

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Come on, Mario.

Whose idea was the ribbon?

- Don't turn around.

- I didn't.

Where were you?

Around here, losing the war.

But you're okay.

It's been a long time.

You've had a busy last few months.

Two kids already!

And one is grown up.

You're silly.

I love you.

I'll give them my last name

if I have to.

The ribbons help us recognize

each other in the street and get news.

He won't squeal, will he?

- Not me.

- What did we say?

Franco, Franco and Franco.

Long live Spain!

Spaniards be alert!

Not all the enemies of Spain

have escaped.

It is the duty of every Spaniard

to report where they're hiding.

Only a bad Spaniard,

that is to say

a non-Spaniard, would keep quiet

and protect these vermin

with his or her silence.

Those who do should know

that some day

they will also face justice...

Juan has to leave.

He can't stay here.

Hello. Is Juan here?

No, I'm sorry.

We don't know where he is.

It's okay, we're friends.

I'm Blanca, Enrique Garcia's wife.

Are you deaf? Close the door.

Wait.

Come in, Blanca.

My sister-in-law, Manuela

and her mother.

What are you doing here?

It's all we can give you.

It's fine.

Where will you be? Enrique says

it's dangerous for you to stay here.

It's dangerous!

Even your friends say it.

I'll leave as soon as I can.

But you can't throw me out.

This place is mine too.

My wife's.

Unlucky you two met.

You put all those ideas in her head.

You should go.

Yes, go.

Go with your Bolshevik friends!

Go and never come back!

Goodbye.

Blanca...

One last favor.

I need more money to leave.

Can you pawn it?

I'll be at Tomas's.

You know where it is.

But it's your living.

What will you do without it?

Who can think of music right now?

Wait.

It's not much,

but more than you'll get for it.

I can't accept.

Take it.

You'll need it more than we will.

For Quique.

No, for the pawnshop.

I don't know what will happen to me,

but watch yourselves.

Act like before the war.

Just be musicians.

Remember I voted for the Right.

We need more right-wingers

like you.

What a coincidence!

A coincidence I've been waiting

over two hours for.

Thanks for the other day.

You don't look too happy to see me.

I'm not feeling very happy.

We all just got fired.

I'm sorry. What for?

For asking to get paid.

How about that?

Careful at your barracks.

I have no barracks.

- You're from the Basque Country?

- Sure.

The one in Madrid.

Where do you live?

I'll walk you.

A bit forward, aren't you?

Madrid must look its best for

the victory parade next Friday!

People of Madrid, testing...

Franco! Franco! Testing...

How considerate. What about me?

You smoke?

No, silly.

Good. If these people saw you,

they might shave your head.

"These people"?

What about you?

You don't think I'm like them...

Wait, I'll get a light.

Hello.

Where are you from?

I'm from Chamartin.

You are?

I'm from Chamberi.

You're a true red after all.

No need to walk me home.

I know the way.

Julia...

Stay out of trouble.

- You'll report me?

- No. I'm only warning you.

You don't know how things are.

- These little games can cost you.

- Let me go.

Believe me.

Julia.

Please.

What do you want to do?

See a movie?

Sorry, wrong apartment.

I'm looking for Juana.

- Who are you?

- Her nephew.

It's the next floor.

Sorry.

- Anybody see you?

- No.

- You're crazy to come here.

- Who was that officer?

They're everywhere.

They've come for the parade.

- Staying wherever they can.

- And my folks?

The police took them.

The neighbor

reported them.

You have to leave.

And don't come back.

If you do,

I'll call the police myself.

That way!

That way!

He went that way!

Sir.

How are you, Teo?

Captain Fontenla.

I hope you're glad to see me.

It's always nice

running into old friends.

Do you remember Gaspar?

That must really hurt.

You were in better shape

when you were coming to the gym.

Is putting that in the window

really necessary?

If your husband were

in a concentration camp...

They wouldn't let him go anyway...

What's the matter?

She thinks they're going to hurt us.

Four women!

They'd have to be monsters.

Well...

You'd better get rid of

all your pamphlets.

If someone ever found them...

You promised you would.

I will.

This struck me as childish propaganda

and suddenly now it's so dangerous...

There, there. It's okay.

Hold her.

There, there.

Julia, Julia!

A soldier is asking for you.

In the street.

- It's Perico.

- Perico who?

Here's the last one.

I'll put them in the meat locker.

- What a considerate young man.

- And so handsome.

And now for the best part:

We're going to the movies!

I'm really not in the mood.

You can't do this to me.

Why can't you loosen up?

Yeah.

You told me next time.

I'll be right out.

Sew my buttons.

Carlist militia one day,

a soldier the next.

- Tomorrow you'll dress like a bishop!

- If I have to...

- Where did all that food come from?

- Don't ask.

That uniform looks good on you.

Nowadays you're nobody

without one.

- Is it a major's?

- A captain's.

Yes, sir, Captain, sir!

Due homage was paid to Spain's

unbeaten savior,

on the balcony at City Hall,

accompanied by

a German Condor Legion

representative,

responding to the praise

of the crowd.

Afterwards our Caudillo addressed

film cameras from Germany,

our beloved ally,

to put forth his political ideology.

A totalitarian state

will bring order

to operations in Spain

maximizing the country's

capacity and energy

in a nation brought together by

viewing the value of hard work

as the most essential responsibility,

the greatest indicator

of popular unity,

and thanks to which

the true spirit of the Spanish nation

will manifest itself

through natural organs

like the family,

municipalities,

organizations and corporations,

making the supreme ideal a reality.

They're sewn shut!

No wonder you were letting me.

We must offer our greatest assets to

the grandiose altar of the fatherland.

Coming!

- Sir.

- At ease.

And open the door.

- Stop, somebody could see us.

- At this hour?

Yes.

My mother must be worried.

Stop. You have to go.

Go.

Go.

Carmen.

Who is that soldier?

What are you doing here?

Who is he?

He's not a soldier.

He's my boyfriend.

Is that why you stopped coming?

We thought something

had happened to you.

I lost my job.

You know my situation at home.

Getting arrested

would be a disaster.

Don't take this wrong...

but you should give it up too, kid.

All that risk and sacrifice.

Will anything come of it?

Don't call me "kid."

We're full, there are no rooms.

Is Valentin there?

Come in, Teo.

What happened to you?

The Cuban, she's one of us.

The hostel is just a cover.

- Hello.

- I choose my clients carefully.

- What happened?

- Fascists.

Damn, Teo. You're a mess.

A fascist from his village.

Look, Teo.

MORE BREAD AND LESS FRANCO

You'll overthrow the regime

- with this?

- Don't start.

- We're not starting anything.

- You like making pamphlets?

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