Miel de naranjas

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ORANGE HONEY:

In compliance with articles

we argue the following:

One:
On the morning of February 28th

pamphlets of a subversive nature

appeared throughout the community

inciting citizens to participate

in a general strike

through work stoppages

and resisting the government.

Actions taken by the forces

of the Civil Guard

have revealed a clandestine

Communist committee

in existence for some time,

implicating

Jose Jimenez Castro

as Secretary General,

Manuel Lopez Mallo

as Administrative Secretary

and Luis Ortiz Campos as Secretary

of Agitation and Propaganda.

Two:
The authors of the crime

previously described

are the aforementioned defendants.

Three:
No extenuating circumstances

exist limiting their liability.

Four:
Therefore,

in the name of the Law, we request

the defendants be put to death.

Silence!

As Chairman of this Tribunal,

I hereby close the proceeding.

The court will now deliberate

and render its sentence.

Court is adjourned.

Good lord what mulerazos.

Now that's bullfighting.

Nobody else can compare.

He was by far

the best bullfighter

That final thrust...

He's so smooth

the animals don't even notice.

They go straight down.

Yeah, with blood gushing everywhere.

Don Eladio, we're talking about

the bullfight in Madrid.

You enjoy watching a bull die?

We should do like the Portuguese.

Let the bull live.

Private, keep playing that piano.

What are you waiting for?

Keep typing-

Yes, sir, your Honor.

What should I write?

That's up to you.

Just keep making noise.

So people outside can't hear us,

Enrique.

- Yes, sir, your Honor.

- Good.

"Under the cited articles

according to Military Law

enacted on the 17th of July, 1945

and authorized

by the Chairman of this Tribunal,

we find the defendants guilty

for the crime of rebellion

and sentence

Jose Jimenez Castro,

Manuel Lopez Mallo

and Luis Ortiz Campos

to be put to death.

Firing squad ready!

Attention!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

At ease!

Nobody enjoys doing this, Enrique.

But we must be strong

or we'll be in deep sh*t again.

Soccer this Sunday.

I got tickets for the match

in Seville.

Me? I wouldn't be caught dead

in that stadium.

Come on, the tickets

cost me a bundle.

You prefer third division now?

Betis is the best, no matter what

division they play in.

Oh, yeah?

It's your loss, dimwit.

- Damn.

- For your daughter.

You're okay for a Seville fan.

Let's go!

I want to be smart!

Here to see your mother?

How's the courtroom?

How many have they killed

this week?

Leave me alone.

There's nothing I can do.

Your brothers would roll over

in their graves if they saw you.

Augustin!

You'll complain after

that your stomach hurts.

What are you doing?

Don't eat that.

- It's for reading.

- I want to be smart!

Sit down, Augustin.

- I want to be smart!

- Spit it out.

Stop ripping up books.

Want me to get mad?

- Hi, Mom.

- Son...

Any news from the front?

No.

Nothing has changed.

That guy over there says

the war ended yesterday.

What if it's true?

I have oranges for your brothers

and your father.

They love oranges.

Hi, Enrique.

Hi.

She's in better spirits lately.

Yes, she's more communicative.

Probably the new medication.

It works just as well

but it's less aggressive.

How's the army going?

Fine.

Well, normal for a place

like this, I guess.

Sure.

Frasquito's dancing on the roof

again, saying he'll jump.

Frasquito!

Enough with the piano already.

I can't take all the music.

Come here.

- Yes, your Honor?

I see you're good at office work

When you've completed

your military service,

I'll put you in a civil courtroom.

Well, sir, my uncle Luis

is saving a job for me

in his office.

So I can work while I begin

my teacher training.

Teacher training?

You want to be a teacher?

- Yes, sir.

- No.

No, son. You'll never prosper

in life that way.

In a courtroom you can be promoted

to an official.

You'd start at 7,000 pesetas.

What can a teacher make?

I hadn't thought about the salary.

What...? Damn it!

You have to think about that,

private.

You'll have a family

of your own soon, I presume.

Sir.

Your Honor has a visitor.

Carmencita!

Hi, Uncle Eladio.

If I'd known you were coming,

I'd have sent a car to the station.

It's not far.

I felt like walking.

- Anyway, are you okay?

- Yes.

- I didn't know you were coming.

- Hi.

This is only the first part

of the surprise.

I'll have someone take

your suitcase home.

- I brought you chamomile.

- Thank you. Always thinking of me.

Here, I'll come with you

and request a car for you.

Come on.

The walls are in bad shape,

but the rest...

We can plaster and whitewash them.

You're too quiet, Enrique.

Do you like it?

Of course I do, it's just...

They're giving it to us,

just like that?

My uncle insisted on being

the godfather.

Once he sets his mind

on something...

Yeah, I'm getting to know him.

I need to run a couple errands.

Remember to shut all the windows

and lock the door.

We will, Juana. Thank you.

It looks too big right now,

but when we have children,

it'll be too small.

Who lived here before?

I have no idea.

My uncle bought it a long time ago.

Who did he buy it from?

Like I said, I don't know.

Probably someone who left

because of the war...

I can't wait to finish

my military service.

Already?

You just started.

I'm very grateful to your uncle

for everything he's done,

but sometimes...

When I asked him to find you

something good,

I never thought he'd have you

working for him.

Come here.

Next season I'll request a box

so you and Enrique can take friends.

There's no need, Uncle.

You've done enough for us already.

It's no trouble.

All I have to do is pick up

the phone and call the manager.

You're not going to eat?

Juana left dinner ready.

No. I'm tired.

That's normal.

Even on a comfortable bus,

it's a long trip.

Carmen.

Get some rest, sweetheart.

- See you tomorrow, Uncle.

- Good night.

Of the location where the execution

Ml! take place,

for the purpose... "

Leave us.

Any connection to the rebels

on the mountain?

No indications.

We searched his home

and all we found was this pamphlet.

What's your profession?

I'm a psychiatrist

at Miraflores Hospital.

A psychiatrist?

Enrique.

If anything urgent comes up,

I'm in the officers' club.

Your Honor.

If I may, I'd like to speak to you.

Changed your mind about

becoming a teacher? Good.

No, no.

It's not that.

I'd like to speak to you

about Jose.

The psychiatrist.

What about him?

Well, my mother's been at Miraflores

for five years

and he's always treated her

very well.

I don't mean to distract you,

but I want you to know

he's a good man.

What should we do, give him a medal?

No, your Honor.

You should know by now

that my duty is to judge people

for activities

which breach the law,

not their personal lives.

Of course, your Honor.

But since his crime wasn't violent,

he'll only get prison time, right?

Enrique.

Enrique...

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