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- Oh, yes! Ana!

All right, Hanna.

How much the coffee cost?

Gollation, no. Rolls, breakfast.

Goffee, tea, in the morning, food...

- Goffee in morning?

- Yes.

Free!

- Sh*t.

- It can't be!

Goffee free?

Yes, coffee free.

Ghrist almighty!

Are you the Spaniards

who want to work in the factory?

- Are you Spanish?

- From Barcelona.

- Is there work in the factory?

- It depends.

What can you do?

We're milling mechanics.

Skilled operators.

Well, we'll see if that's true.

- It's what you all say.

- Of course we'll see.

He was third in his class.

Second.

I don't care.

If you're interested, be at the factory

at 7:
30 a.m. Tomorrow.

Ghange your underwear.

There'll be a medical examination

and a try-out.

The time you've been here

without working...

The factory will pay that.

I'll speak to the owner.

"Dear Pilar,

The days fly past here.

When we arrived, we had...

We did a try-out in the factory

and we started working.

The factory is very big

and there are lots of foreigners,

especially Italians.

We"ve become friends

with one called Tonino

who speaks a bit of Spanish.

There"s only one Spaniard,

a Catalonian, but we aren"t friends.

This place is clean and pretty

but very boring.

From work to the guest house.

It"s very cheap for what we earn.

It"s very clean and the food

is good, but strange."

I know.

"I miss your fried eggs and chorizo

and your lentil stews.

It was true about the money.

One franc is 14 pesetas.

So we get

13,000 pesetas a month."

That"s incredible!

"Before we know, we"ll have

paid for the apartment.

Give my regards to my parents

and my sister Luisa.

Remember to go to the estate agent

and get the receipts

for the money I sent them.

A big kiss for everyone.

With love from Martin."

Luisa, add a bit more methanol.

The flame is going out

and the child will get cold.

Is dad coming for Ghristmas?

- I don't think so.

- Mom, is he coming?

No, darling, he isn't.

What if I ask that from Santa

instead of a rifle?

Just in case, ask for both.

Now, give me your hand.

She asked if we wanted more coffee

and I said yes.

Is that what she asked?

We were right to get the girls

to invite us to have some cakes.

They're happy to.

We should persuade them to have

the Ghristmas Eve supper here.

It's the best place.

I was going to mention that.

Erika has invited me

to her house

for supper that night,

- with her family.

- That's even better.

Why not ask

if we can bring Tonino?

Me, no. I'm going to Naples,

to see family.

Martin,

I don't think you understood.

What?

Erika invited me to supper.

Mr. Schneider, the foreman,

is going too.

I'd like to get to know him.

- You really don't mind?

- Who, me?

Get going or you'll be late.

- Well, have a good time in Zurich.

- I hope so.

They'll be picking me up any minute.

Good night, Martin.

Happy Ghristmas.

Well!

You look lovely! Gome in.

Yes, I won't lock the door

in case someone hasn't got a key.

You'll get a fright some day.

Goodbye, Hanna.

Happy Ghristmas.

What's wrong?

Why won't you come in?

Oh, Luisa!

I miss him so much.

As soon as I can, I'm going there.

Are you crazy?

Damn the!

What's up?

I couldn't stand not being able

to talk to anyone.

Weren't you going to Zurich?

We're a right couple of party-goers.

Gome down, I've got a surprise.

Gome down!

You nearly killed me!

What's the surprise?

Happy Ghristmas!

- And the glasses?

- We'll drink from the bottle.

Do you think I brought

the whole bar?

You're a wimp!

Sh*t! It's frozen.

Is it cold?

It's good.

There's no one here.

Other people were

looking for them too.

They left a few weeks ago.

Pilar?

Pilar!

Mother says you're not well.

What's wrong?

I didn't want to tell her,

she worries so much.

- What's wrong?

- We've lost the money.

- For the apartment?

- Yes.

It was a swindle.

But, how? All of it?

All that Martin has sent

since he left. A year's work.

You look pretty.

Were you at the movies?

No, at the dance.

Have you reported it?

Yes, of course.

I went to the police

but they did nothing.

We aren't the only ones.

There are lots more.

Marcos, come on.

- No, they might be annoyed.

- Gome on.

It's not like we were

sneaking into the bull ring.

The Swiss are really something.

One poster, and it's in Spanish.

We must be only ones who don't

wash our hands after urinating.

Are they going to take long?

I've got a load of work.

- I can pick up your wages for you.

- No, it's all right.

Look, it's no secret

that you earn more than I do.

Why do you say that?

Mainly because it's true,

even though you seemed to think

you couldn't tell me.

- By the way...

- What?

Hanna, she's crazy about you.

She asked me

if Sunday is your birthday.

- What did you say?

- That it was,

- and you needed a cuddle.

- You bastard.

You little guys from Madrid!

Hurry up!

Do you know why we're little?

Because we just have one father,

not like others.

- One day I'll smash your face in!

- Yeah?

Don't worry,

I won't hurt your little pal.

Well,

for Martin's birthday

and Hanna's invitation.

No, not at all,

I'm paying for this.

When you come to Madrid, my girl,

I'll make you

the empress of Lavapies.

It's a Spanish song, from Madrid.

Now it's the women

who ask you to dance. I told you.

Yes, but...

Hell, go out and dance.

I'm going.

Remember what I told you?

You take the parcel,

you put it on the floor

close to the counter

and push it along with your foot.

Don't let them see you.

If they do, they'll take it

and we're bringing it

to dad for his birthday.

If they see it, will I go to jail?

No, children don't go to jail.

How do you know?

You've never been here.

Look at their faces.

Excuse me...

Harmonie?

Give me a hand,

or are you going to stand there?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

What are you doing here?

Martin didn't say anything.

It's a surprise for his birthday.

He doesn't know.

- He doesn't?

- No.

Where is he?

He's

in the factory.

You work Sundays?

Is today Sunday?

Then, no, we don't work today.

- It smells bad, mom.

- Yes, it does.

But it's you, Pablito.

You smell bad.

- And you?

- Me?

Where are you coming from?

Me? From Mass.

- From Mass?

- Yes.

- Looking like that?

- Yes.

You're the one who smells bad.

What do you mean?

It's the child...

- Let me see.

- What?

Poop, poop!

Goddamn...

Marcos, for God's sake!

- Where have you been?

- I don't know!

- My new raincoat!

- You seem sillier than ever.

- Is this the guest house?

- Yes.

Where are you going?

Hey, wait!

Incredible!

It's lovely!

It's all so lovely!

Are the rooms upstairs?

Pablito, you've got very big.

Gome with me.

- No, you smell bad.

- Listen to him.

Which door is it?

Martin's?

Wouldn't you like some breakfast?

It was a long trip and the boy...

Is this it?

You're annoying me.

Get out of the way.

If you need me,

I'm downstairs, all right?

Pablo, wait here.

What are you doing, dad?

Pablito, son!

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