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The November Manifesto?

We had several principles.

The first was to create a free,

independent theater.

The second was to avoid all forms

of both public and private aid.

No closed premises

where entry could be limited.

-What will you call it?

-November.

-What?

-November.

Could you pass the water?

All established acting methods

were prohibited.

How about October?

It's more revolutionary.

The November revolution came after.

I dream of changing the world...

Right, Alfredo?

-B*tch.

-The Fifth Commandment,

as Alfredo described it,

was "the law of Mohammed",

which meant we had to go wherever

the audience was.

That damn Seventh Commandment!

The Seventh Commandment

prohibited anyone from joining

who had in any way been involved

in film or TV.

Can't feed off the wind,

my diet's pretty thin.

But I can say my piece

without money.

I can't remember.

Well, I don't know.

I don't remember any manifesto,

I swear.

It's the first I've heard of it.

When I joined...

What? Are you pulling my leg?

The creation of original material,

with adaption of all existing text

strictly forbidden.

And the Tenth, and final:

to never betray the Manifesto

under any circumstances.

I don't want to bring misfortune...

I swear, when I joined the group

I never signed any manifesto.

Hell, I didn't even want

to be an actor.

I went because they had asked

to use my dad's van and...

They sure made a mess of that.

Juan, let's go!

Revolutions waiting to happen,

dreaming of changing the world.

Come on, here we go!

-Hey, wait for Juan.

-Juan!

All set?

Stilts, strollers, baby bottles,

balloons... I think so.

Let's get this damn show

on the road.

That way!

Over there!

That way!

"THE DEVlL'S CHERUBlM"

AUGUST 1998

What are you doing up there?

You didn't ask my permission

to go in the ice cream shop.

Give me permission, b*tch!

Come again?

They're giving us free ice cream.

Coconut.

You want coconut?

The freedom to improvise

ignited our imagination.

It gave us

a release that would have been

otherwise impossible.

Where's your mommy?

Have you seen her?

Upstairs?

He's not usually such an angel.

Not like today.

It's really all his mother's fault.

Where are you going with that?

I'm gonna spank your butt!

This is a goddamn circus.

This is getting out of hand.

Those spoiled little brats.

Calm down!

Don't do that.

Come on.

Freak!

To the baby strollers!

They never do this.

-Just look at them.

-Adorable.

A tse-tse fly must have bit them.

-They're out cold, darling.

-Bitten by tse-tse flies.

MlME FROM CORDOBA

I HAVE 4 KlDS, PLEASE HELP

Need a light?

There's more where that came from.

I'm sorry, but the show's over.

Let me see some l.D.

Ask your friends for theirs, too.

You haven't got a permit.

Satan!

Satan!

Satan!

-Hands off!

-Calm down.

He wasn't doing anything.

Let him go!

Everybody calm down!

You need a permit, that's all.

-We need a permit?

-It's no big deal.

You don't have a permit.

Calm down.

Hey, you handle this. Make sure

they get their stuff

and clear on out of here.

Make way!

Next time request a permit.

Tell your friend he can't go around

grabbing hats off policemen.

He'll get his ass kicked.

Sh*t.

How long before

we get our stuff back?

About a month.

Well that really f***ing sucks.

I can't believe it.

Believe it, choirboy.

What the f*** are you staring at?

-He was staring at me.

-So what?

-You got a problem?

-Yeah.

Quit f***ing staring.

Would you shut up?

What are you staring at?

You, retard.

This way, Ramon.

Are you starting trouble already?

I didn't do anything.

Stop being a punk and get in here.

Most of the stuff isn't even ours.

I understand,

but there's nothing I can do.

Sure there is.

Do this and you

-leave us bare.

-You already are.

You have no right.

It's our stuff.

I told you, my hands are tied.

Look.

If I could help, I swear I would.

I could care less about

-you kids acting in the street.

-But...?

But the law is the law.

No permit,

no show, wherever you are.

And you must always carry l.D.

Tell me your name.

Your name!

Alfredo Baeza.

With a " B".

How do I tell Eusebio

that his stilts

are gone for a whole month?

If they give them back.

We might never see them again.

Really?

They can't do that.

-How do you know?

-What a drag.

We should pay a fine, period.

Those bastards. They have

no right to keep our stuff.

There's no way.

I have to return the wigs and suits

to the school.

Come on, it's no big deal.

-Not at all.

-What now?

We're screwed.

What can we do?

Come on, it's okay.

We'll do something else.

-Like what?

-We'll come up with something.

Sure, we're all in such

a creative mood...

We have to do another show.

-Have you got any ideas?

-ldeas?

My head is f***ing full of them!

I just have to pick one, that's all.

So...

Let's go.

Well, my mind's a total blank.

Our first show

and we get arrested.

And all our props get confiscated.

As you can imagine,

it didn't look promising.

We'd thought of everything

except the permit.

What mattered was getting out there

and doing something.

So they wanted to play rough,

did they?

"THE FORGOTTEN"

NOVEMBER 1998

November is a tight group...

of desperate actors.

They may not have a dime,

but they feel oh, so...

oh, so...

oh, so very well-paid.

Help me!

Help me!

I' m hungry!

What a cutie!

Can I borrow your cell

to call home?

Have you got a cell phone?

Have you got one?

Here, use this to call.

Thank you.

We're in the same boat.

Good afternoon.

Have you a free moment?

Get off me!

-Don't f***ing touch me!

-A**hole.

A**hole yourself!

We had to live inside

the very skin of each character,

in a realistic way,

with the street as our stage.

When we came up with the idea

to break with

mainstream acting methods

and interpret characters

whose credibility could be

measured in a real situation,

that's when we realized

how far we could go with it.

Alicia played the junkie.

Lucia played a Romanian gypsy,

and Alfredo,

the gypsy patriarch.

Imanol played the bum.

Helena and Pedro played

the battered wife

and the blind man.

And beyond that,

we went from popular,

holiday-style theater

to a more social style of theater,

more critical.

It was much harsher,

more aggressive.

It was the start of,

though we were unaware at the time,

of what we later came to call

"Documentary Theater. "

We were all...

This I realized later...

We had become a reflection

of Alfredo's brother.

That's what it boils down to.

We were a reflection of Alejandro.

You can't say

you weren't begging this time.

It's part of the act.

They were playing beggars.

Go on, sit.

-Just part of the script, right?

-Yes.

More or less.

You've got some nerve, kid.

You made this all up to make a buck

without getting in trouble.

Unbelievable.

What?

-That you think so.

-lt wouldn't surprise me.

Isn't there somewhere else

you can go and act?

This is the best area.

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