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Communism is a cancer

which devours you slowly.

It eats you little by little

without your realizing.

Never forget that.

You could be right.

You might make a better teacher.

She might want me

to knit her something.

Is she coming today?

Yes, she's coming.

Carmen is a treasure, son.

You must take good care of her.

And do nothing foolish.

Look, Mom.

Hi.

Hi, Maria.

- Enrique!

- Hello, Carmen.

Give me a second.

When is Jose's trial?

I don't know.

You still won't take sides?

I told the judge

Jose's a good person.

Oh, great.

What a huge relief.

They'll probably let him go today.

When you finally open your eyes,

it might be too late.

Wake up, Enrique.

Wake up.

Why the long face?

They arrested Jose.

What? Why?

- Subversive propaganda.

- Is that all?

It's serious.

I know, but it could be worse,

right?

What did my uncle say?

I tried to talk to him,

but he stopped me cold.

Well,

if it's only pamphlets,

I'm sure they'll release him soon.

Hey, there.

Okay, you're all set.

You'll be seeing Eustaquia

every day from now on.

You're kidding.

Eustaquia is a goat, Pace.

I bought a goat from a shepherd

named Santiago.

Your daughter will have fresh milk

every day.

He'll meet you tomorrow morning

at the Carambolo.

You two can arrange to meet

after that.

- I can't accept this...

- Hey.

Careful with this Santiago,

he'll water down your milk.

He'd sell his own father

for a nickel.

Well? We should celebrate, right?

Let's go to Juan's.

- I won't forget this.

- Don't mention it.

You're crazy.

- That little girl of yours...

- You're crazy.

- What was the goat's name?

- Eustaquia.

What an ugly name!

Well, that's her name.

Where's the judge?

Yes, Colonel, sir.

The judge is at headquarters, sir.

- Get him right away.

- Yes, sir.

Your Honor, the Colonel is waiting.

Very well.

Go for a walk, get some air.

Yes, sir, your Honor.

Hey, Camacho.

I thought you were back in Madrid.

Cut the crap.

When is the writer's trial

scheduled to start?

What writer?

The shrink at Miraflores.

- Fernandez Moreno?

- That's him.

The socialites

have organized protests.

- I had no idea he was a writer.

- Well, he is.

And a son of a b*tch.

Poor people rebelling

makes sense, even.

But this rabble,

with social standing...

If we let all these bastards

do the same,

the country is screwed.

Don't worry, Colonel.

We know what we're doing.

Of course I'm worried.

Of course I'm worried.

Though we can't see it from here,

the world is changing.

We have to keep up with the times.

Franco wants to sign the treaty

with the U..

And the last thing we need is those

damn intellectuals making noise.

Leave it to me.

I'll resolve this issue right away.

I expect no less from you, Eladio.

Put a stop to this immediately.

You have nothing to worry about.

At your service, Colonel.

A**hole.

Hello.

You're home early.

Have you eaten?

Is something wrong?

Your uncle spoke to a colonel

from Madrid about Jose.

Well...

They'll just give him

a longer jail sentence.

I'm afraid it'll be harsher

than that.

Let's not think the worst, Enrique.

Wait and see what happens

at the trial.

Okay.

EDUARDO GUZMAN ORTEGA

DEGREE IN MEDICINE

On the 15th of last month,

Jose Rodriguez Moreno

distributed clandestine pamphlets

inciting an uprising

against the government.

Upon searching his domicile,

the Civil Guard discovered

he was the author of the pamphlet

and seized the duplicator used

along with several copies

of the clandestine magazine

"Worker's World".

They also found 2,152..

raised illegally and administrated

by the defendant

to support the leftist organization

to which he belongs.

Therefore, in the home of the fan;

we request the defendant

be put to death.

Good one!

Silly Andalusians!

Considering that the crimes

proved, by the prosecution

constitute rebellion,

as defined in paragraph five

of article 286

of Military Lam

we declare

the defendant guilty

of the crime of rebellion

and sentence Jose Rodriguez Moreno

to be put to death.

Firing squad ready!

Attention!

About face!

Attention!

Right tum!

Stand at ease!

Attention!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

At ease!

Hi, how are you?

How was your trip?

Fine.

I'm a coward.

Don't be silly.

You're not a coward.

- And a piece of sh*t.

- What were you supposed to do?

Trade places with Jose?

I just stood there

and watched him die.

Forget it, Enrique.

Try to live in peace.

In peace?

Where, in a stolen house?

It wasn't stolen, it was abandoned.

- I'd have to be blind to believe...

- That's enough.

That's enough.

Jose's death pains me as well.

Quite a siesta.

You look much better.

Where's Carmen?

She went up the mountain

for a walk.

Take the path to Roya

and turn right after the fountain

Okay.

Carmen told me she met your mother.

This damn war has destroyed

all our lives.

Goon

You came a long way.

Yeah.

- Here, let me.

- No.

I'll carry it.

We could rent a cheap house.

I might find a nice one

at a good price.

It's not that easy, Enrique.

At least let me try.

Why make things harder on ourselves?

So we can be happier.

What do I tell my uncle?

Nothing yet.

We'll think of something

when we find the house.

Okay.

All right, yes.

Start looking and let me know.

You're so stubborn!

This was my husband.

That's him

in front of the university

the day he got hired.

And this one...

Hard to believe, but that's me.

The good old days.

He didn't like such a small town,

he preferred the city.

Anyway, this is where we ended up.

What he liked most

was going to the cinema.

Then Carmen

must have got that from him.

Yes.

First, cleanliness.

Then discipline, then religion.

In that order;

cleanliness, discipline, religion.

Who is that man?

The new psychiatrist.

Frasquito, come down from there!

Come down!

Your sister's coming tomorrow.

Want me to tell on you?

Pain in the ass!

What else will it take

to get you to do something?

What do you want me to do,

shoot the judge?

That wouldn't be bad.

It's too late to help Jose,

but there's still plenty

to be done.

If you change your mind,

ask the girl at the box office

when "Our Very Own" is playing.

She'll tell you where to find me.

Frasquito, listen up.

Frasquito!

Come down from the roof, damn it!

Hello.

Hello.

I'd like to know when

"Our Very Own" is playing.

Evening, gorgeous.

- Meet me later?

- No.

- Tomorrow?

- No.

The day after?

Keep playing with fire

and you'll get burned.

If I get to see you, I don't care.

Let's go.

On the shores of the Nansa River

his Excellency and his companions,

expert fisherman Max Morrel,

Mr. Caroira and his guests,

Generals Munoz Grands, Martin Alonso

and Lieutenant Colonel Peral...

You see the girl in the box office?

I think she's the most beautiful

woman in the whole world.

On a hook or pulley and a club

to finish the job.

After Franco caught the first fish

in the pond,

their lines got caught

at the bottom of the river

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