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Always hold your head high.

And if they say ugly things about

me or our family,

pay them no mind.

Everything I'm doing is for you.

What's all the nodding mean?

It means me too, father.

PORTRAIT OF A BIRD KILLER

"Victory is never neutral

or undeserved.

Victory

is never neutral

or undeserved.

You must avoid the defeated...

You must avoid

the defeated..."

Sh*t!

"...like you would the plague".

You dropped this.

"...like you would

the plague".

"Vae Victis", which means

"Woe betide the defeated!"

The defeated have no right

to even a small footnote

in the great book of history,

because history is always

written by winners.

But I am always in favor

of victors because

they're more worthy.

Anyone know why?

Me.

They're braver.

No.

Because they've known how to win.

And only those who know

how to win can win.

Like the rich are more worthy

than the poor. Anyone know why?

Their money.

Almost, you're close.

What a shitty teacher,

on and on about the same thing.

Mr. Madern is a drunk,

but he's right about what he says.

About what, smarty-pants?

That you're dumber than a fly?

That you should avoid

louses like you like the plague.

Then go! Or are you scared to be

in the woods alone, you little rat?

You're the rats!

You reds will end up like Pitorliua,

hiding in a cave like "monsters".

He isn't a monster.

My father told me.

He doesn't know anything.

He became a monster

from being in the cave so long.

You can still see him

run naked in the woods.

That's nonsense!

- What kind of monster is he?

- A weird bird.

Well, half human, half bird,

but one of those birds

you can't tell what it is

until they mate.

You're dumber than dumb.

Sure, I'm not as well trained as you.

What do you mean?

Teacher pays more attention to you.

You're worse than the flu!

The teacher who teaches me

tra-la-la-la- la-la-lee,

The teacher who teaches me

is in love with me.

You're a filthy pig and a liar!

You're all useless! Like dogs!

With no mother or father.

Nuria, you'll wind up running around

the woods naked like a whore!

Like your aunt Enriqueta

and her bicycle,

who said to hell with mourning

to do it in the bushes with Guards.

Whores, you're all just a bunch

of shameless whores!

Good morning!

Hurry up, the sun's up already

and if you're late, I get scolded.

What the hell? So early?

You never let me sleep.

And you? I can't sleep

with you snoring all day.

What?

What are you doing, you filthy girl?

Get inside!

You're going to be late!

- What were you doing on the balcony?

- Nothing.

You were half naked.

- You spying on me or what?

- No, but I've seen you other times.

What are you doing?

My chilblains hurt.

- That's disgusting!

- Shut up, half-wit!

Get out of here!

Hey, aren't you afraid they'll tell

your dad when he gets back?

- They can't tell him anything.

- Oh, no? Why not?

Because they can't. My father's dead.

Dead, dead?

Dead and gone.

Isn't he in France?

It's what they want us to believe

and I pretend I don't know, but I do.

- Swear you won't tell anyone this.

- I swear.

Father hung himself from a rafter.

He destroyed the town's bridges

so the Fascists couldn't arrive

and when he was done,

he went home and hung himself.

I found him in the morning, alone,

and I was so sad

I didn't know what to do.

I took off my clothes,

went out on the balcony

and later I felt...

my head was cleared.

That's why now,

when I miss him, I do the same.

- And your mother?

- She hid it from me.

Then she left the village

with a married man

and left me behind with a relative

who was never there,

until grandma said enough

and took me with her to the farm.

Now you know,

open your mouth and

I'll cut off your balls. Got it?

I trust you.

You're different.

- What do you mean you love me?

- I've fallen in love with you.

What am I supposed to say?

Come and live with me.

Gudiol, I can't live with you.

I'm needed here.

Don't you see? I have to feed the

animals, go to Vic every day to sew.

Find someone who loves you.

I have money.

Stuff your money up your ass.

- Enriqueta!

- What?

Don't treat Gudiol that way.

He's a good man.

- Then you keep him.

- I don't need him.

Me neither.

I go blind sewing to make a day's pay.

That's no problem.

The whole town talking about you is.

They love to badmouth dressmakers.

Whatever!

It will stop once you get married.

- To that hunchbacked old man?

- He's right for you.

You need a man and

he needs a nanny for his kids.

What are you staring at?

Grab that basket

and come with me.

Don't touch those blankets!

Don't. They're infected!

You want to get sick

like the consumptives?

Get out of here.

You have to wash, boil

and scrub them well,

even then they still smell of death.

Ave Maria!

These damn monks!

The sick will die, but they put

the blankets to good use.

Good morning!

Leave the blankets here

and wait in the kitchen.

Hey, you!

Give me a couple cookies.

- These?

- Yes, of course.

Don't come too close,

I'm sick and it's contagious.

Leave them here.

Thank you.

You live at the farm near here?

Bring me some food one day, OK?

When I'm in the meadow.

Not here.

These monks starve us to death.

Why did you do that the other day?

That what?

This...

Ah, this...

I was moving my wings.

Don't you feel sometimes,

when you're bored and tired,

like throwing it all into the fire?

No...

Well, maybe.

Well it happens to me

and when it does, I grow wings

here from my back,

they start flapping

and I begin to fly.

Up and up,

as if I had a growing fever,

like I could erase everything...

And you know what I think?

What? What do you think?

That right then if I wanted to,

if I said yes,

with a good flap of my wings

I'd go on to another world.

Andreu!

She's looking for you.

Andreu! Come, let's go!

...when that deformed creature

was well inside the castle,

where it was dark, dark, dark,

suddenly a white owl flew past him.

And he also heard people coming

with bells and rattles

and carbide lamps.

And he was scared 'cause he knew

they were coming to kill him.

- Are you listening to me or not?

- Yes.

- So why did they want to kill him?

- He was a monster.

- Because he was different.

- And he'd gobbled up a girl, grandma.

That too, but especially

because he was different.

Now listen closely,

we're all going to go to bed now

because the ghosts will be out soon.

You see?

This house is full of them.

Those are just stories.

Right, stories... They're everywhere.

And they see and hear everything.

Especially at night,

when they move around the most.

Nothing, a copper pot fell.

...and I saw him come out, all black,

going upstairs, to the loft.

Did grandma see him?

No. She said what's he look like

and laughed.

Sure, silly.

Can't you see it was a dream?

- Quirze, go get water from the well.

- No it wasn't!

Merce! Merce, come on out!

Mother, they're calling for you.

Come on, come on.

It's to the loft.

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