All Is Silence Page #2

Synopsis: In Brétema, on the Atlantic coast, there was a time when networks of smuggling, drug trafficking converted, achieved so much influence that they were close to control everything: social power, institutions, the lives of its people. Fins, Leda and Frink explore the coast in search of what the sea throws after a wreck, the sea is for them a place of continual discovery. The fate of these young people will be marked by the shadow odious and fascinating at the same time the ubiquitous Marshall, owner of almost everything in Brétema.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): José Luis Cuerda
Production: Tornasol Films
  2 wins & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.0
Year:
2012
28 Views


You're wrong!

Everything has a

price, sweetheart.

The roar of revolvers

and passion rising from the ashes...

Not the ruins...

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Where are you, Fins?

In Finland. How about you?

I'm in Brazil.

That's a long way away!

Okay. One, two, three.

I'm in Norway. And you?

- In the water.

- That's not a country.

Well, that's where am.

Okay. One, two, three.

I'm in the Belgian Congo.

I'm in Libya.

Meet me in Sudan.

We should go, before it falls.

It's okay. It won't fall.

Greenland,

Spain,

Ecuador

Antarctica...

It's time for the penalty kicks.

Up first, the amazing Brinco,

local icon and feared sharpshooter.

Impossible!

An amazing stop by Chelin.

The damn spider stops everything.

He blocked the kick.

Up next, Leda, stepping up

to the ball with confidence.

What's wrong?

Girls don'! kick penalties.

- Who says?

- Tell the truth, Chelin.

You're scared.

Chelin is shitting in his pants,

ladies and gentlemen.

No way, Belbis. I'm not a homo!

We know all too well

that God needs nobody's help

to impose His will.

He's almighty.

Then why did he create man?

Imagine for us to handle

the little things.

The metric decimal system,

for example.

Replacing broken tiles,

cleaning sewers...

That's why we must recognize

that someone like our generous

parishioner we know as the Marshal

is doing this world

a great service.

Even just by donating the modern

PA system we've just installed.

Thank you, Marshal, sir.

We will use this modern PA system

to spread church doctrine.

And, on occasion,

the mysteries of theology.

God,

not satisfied with creating man,

also created the two people

who with him

constitute the beautiful calling,

the Holy Trinity.

The Son, His son,

and the Holy Ghost.

An incomprehensible figure

represented by the dove.

Nothing is more beautiful.

Because what is the true shape

of the Holy Ghost?

Am!

Belbis!

Look, Belbis.

The Holy Ghost

is everywhere.

But no matter how much you insist,

you're not it.

So quit clowning around, damn it!

Tonight's first song is dedicated

to the nicest couple here.

Our beloved policemen, of course.

There's a shipment at the beach.

Get moving.

Slowly, slowly.

Always sticking your nose

where it doesn't belong.

We live here just like you.

You have an answer for everything.

My mom was right.

Look who's talking.

Your mom of all people.

Rumbo says we can start unloading

the tuna.

And these two Martians?

- They work for free.

- Great.

Not for free!

That's it, don'! sell yourself short.

Hey, that girl,

before you know it...

Pure dynamite.

That's the last one.

Nice going, Brinco.

You earned yourself a bill

with kings on it.

Never bring guests along

- without consulting me.

- They tag along.

"They tag along..."

Go on.

Good work!

Come on, the Marshal's going to pay us.

Get in line.

Thank you, Marshal, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Boss, the police are coming.

They always have great timing.

Everybody stay pl...

What's going on here?

Evening, Sergeant.

You dropped two bills.

Estricto sensu, two green ones.

No, Marshal, sir.

Esticto sensu,

think dropped at least ten.

The footage is coming in,

it's still dark.

We can't tell what's happening,

the image is black and white.

But this footage clearly reveals

that Aldrin, the 2nd astronaut

is still inside the lunar capsule...

Where'd you get that?

Mr. Rumbo paid me

for cleaning the barrels.

Nobody's ever paid that much

for cleaning barrels.

It's the truth.

Don't lie to me.

Silence is the worst lie of all.

Where'd you get it?

The Marshal paid me

for unloading tobacco.

That's more than make

in a whole damn week

fighting the sea.

You know how he got rich?

They say in Cuba.

Cuba!

He never set foot in North America

in his whole life.

He had a cistern truck.

A tanker. But not for carrying

wine or oil.

He carried people.

He'd fill it with people.

They'd give him their life savings

to take them to France.

Then he'd drop them off somewhere

in the middle of the night and say,

"You're in France. La France.

Take a hike."

France my ass.

They were still in Spain,

totally lost.

How about that!

The only decent thing he ever did

was enter the school when it was on fire

trying to save all the stuffed animals.

The first one he saved

was the fox.

Antonio knows it's his daughter

who gets them into trouble.

Antonio knows that with Adele dead,

his daughter is all he has

in this world.

Let me do that, Lucho.

You don't know how.

You're a fisherman,

not a sea-blaster.

This isn't rocket science, Antonio.

- Have to start sometime.

- The fuse is too short!

Pray for us.

- Holy Mother of God.

- Pray for us.

ORPHANAGE OF THE DIVINE SHEPHERDESS

SANLUCAR DE BARRAMEDA, CADIZ

- Mother of God.

- Pray for us.

Holy Mother of God.

Pray with me.

Pray for us.

Pray for us.

It's your last night.

Pray with me, son.

- Mother of Good Advice.

- Pray for us.

- Mother of the Creator.

- Pray for us.

- Father of the Savior.

- Pray for us.

- Mother of the Church.

- Pray for us.

You have to get up early tomorrow.

You have to take the first bus

or you'll miss the train.

Go to bed.

Good night, Mother.

Never forget to take your Uminal.

I'll send you the pills every month.

TWENTY YEARS LATER

Look, Mr. Malpica.

Her hands are working much better.

Her skin even looks younger

and her hands are lighter.

Good for sewing, right, Amparo?

Who will that be for?

For my son, when he's born.

Mother.

Can you hear me?

Do you know who am?

I'm Fins.

Fins?

Nice to meet you.

I'm naming my son Emilio.

My Lucho.

Lucho.

Lucho...

It's a nice name, Mother.

Hope you visit me.

I'll be working in Noitia.

Noitia, remember?

Noitia...

went there once.

To buy thread.

It was very, very hot.

Like before a storm.

What will you do there?

Secret stuff.

There's plenty of that going on.

Where are you, Fins?

Here.

Where?

At the teacher's desk.

Have you learned that much?

I've learned my share.

"All is silence," remember?

You laughed at me

when read you that poem.

But that's what it said.

"All is silence."

"Deafening silence."

That's what it said.

What about you?

Nothing to tell?

That you're still there.

In the ocean.

In the middle

of the f***ing ocean, yeah.

Not a single letter in 20 years.

Well,

thought of you

more than you think.

Every day

All day lons?

Well, not me.

Learned to forget.

Every day!

Every hour.

Ripped up plenty of letters.

Letters?

You ripped up everything.

- I'm back.

- What?

I'm back.

Have a son.

He's Brinco's.

Know.

You know why came here,

Fins Malpica?

To tell you never want

to see you again.

Don't call me,

don'! talk to me,

don'! look at me.

You got that?

Will he ever go to bed?

The bastards never sleep.

There might be a snitch.

Just someone busting balls.

The sergeant knows his place.

Tomorrow he'll show up asking for more

and we'll have to give it to him.

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Manuel Rivas

Manuel Rivas Barrós (born 24 October 1957 in A Coruña, Spain) is a Galician writer, poet and journalist. more…

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