Biutiful Page #4

a day and to exploit them...

Exploit them?

- Yes, exploit them.

Do you know what they earn in China?

Millions of Chinese would suck my dick

every morning to stay here.

You forget that it was I

who negotiated the workers' salaries.

And as I can see below,

they obviously get jack sh*t.

But it's none of my business.

Just give me my share.

We'd agreed...

Agreed what?

Agreed what?

You f***ing a**hole!

It's my money, a**hole.

It's mine!

It's my money, dammit!

Mine!

F***ing leeches. If you're not

starving, it's because of me.

If those Chinese bastards have work,

it's because of me.

If the two of you are not sitting in jail,

it's because of me.

If you don't give me half

of Mendoza's money, I swear...

What will you do?

Who do you think you are?

You twist everything

for your own benefit.

Uxbal...

I'll be deported tomorrow.

You have to stay here with Samuel.

We're not staying here without you.

- Samuel is Spanish...

He's not. Samuel is Senegalese like me.

We'll go back with you.

We'll be united again.

We're still young.

Stay here.

Stay here with him

and get an education.

Go back to work at the chicken factory.

I'll send you money.

Even if I cut off the heads

of one million chickens--

we'll never afford a house here.

We don't belong here.

Why would you go back to Senegal?

There are no jobs at all.

A policeman came by.

He says we'll be evicted.

All of us. We have until Monday.

Let Uxbal handle it.

I trust him.

I have already spoken with him.

Let him help us.

Hello.

Why do you look so sulky?

What happened to you?

Why did you do it?

You didn't have to go that far.

Is that why you asked me to come?

To give me an earful?

What could I have done?

They do whatever the hell they want.

What did you expect?

Were you the only one who didn't know

that they sold drugs?

I warned you, Uxbal.

We had to stop the negroes.

There's not enough money for everyone.

Should I live on my miserable salary?

Or would you steal from me?

They're going to be deported.

There are women with small children...

You damn well aren't Mother Teresa.

- You know what I mean.

You're the one exploiting them,

so spare me the bullshit.

I don't exploit them.

I help them find work.

Upon payment, like everyone else.

Would you care for anything?

-No thanks.

Do you remember Victor, Julia's son?

He moved to Murcia to tame

tigers in a circus. He fed them.

They danced for him

and licked his face.

I saw the show

with my daughter.

She wanted a tiger to take home.

They seemed to love him.

Just last month, I saw Victor's mother.

One of the tigers had torn off

a piece of his face him, and killed him.

He fed them every day.

Every day for six years.

But he made one mistake.

It's dangerous to rely on

a starving man.

Let alone one whose children

are starving too.

That has nothing to do with it.

- What are you talking about then?

We have to help Ekweme.

He's being deported. You have to help me.

I don't sit in parliament.

I can't help you.

I can't f***ing continue

to play United Nations.

I have a daughter to feed.

Do you understand?

Take care of yourself, Uxbal.

Or take an Alka Seltzer.

Chinese food can be toxic.

There are so many illegal workers

--that they end up living high off the hog

while we eat rice.

Dad, did you know--

that when an owl dies

it spits out a fur ball?

No, I didn't know.

Not so loud, you'll wake Mom.

Dad, is Mom mad at us?

No.

Who's that?

Your grandfather.

- Let me see.

This was the last photo taken of him

before he left.

My Mom always kept it in her purse.

Where'd he go?

To Mexico.

He didn't travel there, he fled.

- Why did he flee?

Because your grandfather couldn't

keep quiet.

Back then, Franco persecuted and executed

people who couldn't keep quiet.

When he was 20, he fled Spain

to avoid the death penalty--

but died two weeks later

in Mexico, of pneumonia.

Did you love him a lot?

I didn't know him.

I never met him.

It sucks not having a dad.

When are we going up to see the snow?

Mom says we should go by train.

Call the window seat.

- Okay.

If we are going up to the snow--

you have to start saving as much energy

as you can, because there's plenty to do.

Now off to bed.

Careful, it's heavy.

Damn, it's sealed with zinc.

Give me a hammer and chisel.

Dammit, he's embalmed.

We'll take it like that.

...placed Mateo Fernandez Gama's remains--

in Dept. 27, Saint Joseph,

the year 1966.

Excellent. Everything's in order.

Your father died in Mexico.

That's why he was embalmed,

before being shipped here by boat.

I'm telling you this because

formaldehyde might cause--

the cremation to take longer.

The body will be driven to

the Montjuic crematorium.

You'll want to get an urn, I suppose.

Here are his personal effects.

They were in the coffin.

May we see the body?

If you want to,

but people normally wouldn't...

but if you want to, then I'll call

Montjuic right away.

Tony, please open the bag,

so the deceased can be identified.

Sorry, the door was open.

I'll be back shortly.

The fridge tends to hum--

but if you whack it on the back,

it'll stop.

There's hot water--

but it's best that you wait

to shower until after ten o'clock. Okay?

That's about everything.

Kids' room.

You can stay here, if you want.

The rent's been paid

for the next few months.

Damn.

Are you...?

Are you okay?

I didn't know you had massage clients

in the middle of the night.

You frightened me.

You should see the sky.

It's studded with stars.

It's f***ing annoying that ants

always come crawling in here.

Ana says you caught them smoking

and that the mattress was on fire.

Where have you been?

- Don't I get to have a little fun?

Not with two children home alone--

who have no idea where you are.

And dressed like that.

So it's my fault? Now I have to

ask you for permission to be their mother.

This is what happens

when a seven year old smokes.

Things catch fire. Or maybe

you didn't know that Mateo smokes?

You mustn't leave them, or throw

a burning mattress out of the window--

and then force them to bring it

up again. He's only seven years old.

But he can already

hurt others like he was 40.

He wanted to open the fridge...

and his feet were wet.

And he called me a whore.

The more love I give him--

the more nasty names he calls me.

He said it was my fault we separated.

Did you hit him?

No.

Yes.

It's the only way he'll learn.

I bought train tickets.

Four seats in first class.

I found a cute guest house

where we can stay overnight.

The kids are so looking forward

to the trip.

They talk about the Pyrenees--

as if we were going to Disneyland.

Honey, what you're seeing there,

aren't stars.

It's your nervous system.

If you would only hold me...

We're ruined.

Finished.

We could've...

Calm down.

It was your idea.

What happened?

Where are they?

Where are they?

- You f***ing pig!

You're a f***ing murderer.

- Shut the f*** up!

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