01x06 - Si tú no vuelves

[bunniefuu]

All right. I'm looking forward
to seeing you. Kisses.

They just landed.

It's hideous.

It's modern.

Hideous.

My house was so beautiful.

Beautiful.
And full of leaks and cracks.

It was a home.

This is a bunker.

Your brother...

decided to live in a fortress.

Like that's going
to protect him from paparazzi.

The yard remains the same.

Yeah.

As well
as the bullfighter's bust.

The only thing
I would have actually removed.

What?

Nothing.

Dad!

I want to fight too!

Are you sure
you want to fight, Miguel?

Luis Miguel.

Luis Miguel?

Honey, it's late.

In La Virgen,
I would have already gone

for a ride on horseback
to see the sunrise.

And to smoke
a cigarette in secret

and break your hip
in a silly fall,

hooked to a stirrup.

And you know how long
it takes on those roads

to get to the nearest hospital.

Comfort kills you with boredom.

Take the pills. Don't forget.

"I want to have sex with you!"

"You know,
sometimes he's a little drunk."

"Michel, I'm not drunk today,

and I want
to have sex with her."

Miguel? Miguel,
there's a call for you.

Take a message,
I'll call later.

I told them, but they insisted.

It seems important.

Yes?

But--

How?

Until that moment,

that May 8th was
just another Wednesday,

sh**ting an unpretentious comedy
near Bordeaux.

One phone call
and everything changed suddenly.

What is it?

How many scenes are left
to finish today?

This is the last one.

Okay.

But... that girl on the phone...
was crying...

Let's finish this.

Luckily there are direct flights
from Bordeaux to Madrid.

It's a short flight, 90 minutes.

Will you intern him there?

I don't know.

There's a family mausoleum
in Madrid,

but he died in Sotogrande,
in Cadiz.

So how do you plan to get there?

By train, and then I guess
I'll rent a car.

He would have liked
to be buried in La Virgen.

La Virgen?

His estate in Jaen,

in Andalusia, too,
but far from the sea.

LA VIRGEN ESTATE
JAEN 1967

Comrade Lenin.

Damn, it took you long enough.

Hey.

Your father's
a really slow driver.

He's a 40-year-old man.

He's a little tipsy, see?

No way!

-My mouth's already dry.
-Go on, go on, go on.

I can't stand you sober.

-Did you throw a commie party?
-That?

There must be mice.

Ah, mice. Or weasels.

-Or those who hide in the walls.
-Yeah.

Here, drink.

-What are you reading, Miguel?
-Captain Thunder.

Dad wouldn't let me
bring a book.

You don't come
to the countryside to read,

-you come...
-To the countryside to breathe.

-Am I right or not?
-Well...

Yeah.

Go to bed.
You have to get up early.

-Sweet dreams, Crispin.
-Who's Crispin?

Captain Thunder's best friend.

Do you read
those comic books too?

Yeah, I even know the author.

-He's a comrade.
-Another commie.

Go to bed now. Go.

We have to come one day
to hunt ducks, Miguel.

I don't get this kid.

He doesn't like to hunt,
he doesn't like to fish,

he's hardly a Dominguin.

Of course he's a Dominguin.

-But he's a mix.
-A mix?

So how are things back home?

That can't be fixed.

Listen, Domingo,
I don't mind if you organize

clandestine meetings
in my house,

but I don't want you
to neglect business.

Me? I don't neglect them.

Then what's up
with Vista Alegre?

Having youngsters from
"La Oportunidad" to bullfight

is the best idea
we've had in years,

and I'm not seeing
a dime of profit.

Aren't you gambling again?

If I was, would I have
this Silverbeet Face?

We've had a few bad months,
but I'll fix it.

I hope so, Domingo.

I hope so.

I'm in Madrid. I still don't
know what time I'll arrive.

Very well.

They say
it could have been a stroke.

They took him for the autopsy.

Yesterday,
he called me on the phone and...

he was the same as usual.

Calm down, Paolita.

-Have you talked to Mom?
-I wish.

I've been calling
Somosaguas all day,

but they won't pick up
the phone.

Okay, I have to hang up.

I'll try to catch
the next train.

To the Atocha AVE station,
please.

Yes, sir.

Shall I answer, madame?

-Yes?
-Rosi?

It's me. Is my mother home?

One moment, sir.

It's Mr. Miguel.

She can't answer right now.

And Tata?

She's with Paola in Sotogrande.

Do you know if my mother plans
to attend the funeral?

I can come pick her up
if she wants.

Madame? Your son asks
if you want him to pick you up

to take you to the funeral.

No, no.

Absolutely not.

It would be too awkward.

He was my husband...

for over 40 years.

But...

I'm not his widow.

She says no.

She doesn't want
to see anyone now, sir.

Listen to me, Rosi.

Tell my mother that I can
send her a car tomorrow too.

That she doesn't have to go
by train if she doesn't want to.

I'm really sorry.

We loved your father.

I know, Rosi. Thank you.

-It's him.
-Are you sure?

He's handsome, huh?

Excuse me. Do you mind?

Right. Sure.

-I'll take it.
-Thank you very much.

This is so exciting, really!
I've seen "High Heels" 20 times.

What a performance!

-Thank you very much.
-No problem.

Young people don't
watch the news.

That young man must not
have heard the news.

My deepest condolences.

Thank you.

Excuse me.
Could I have a cigarette?

Sure.

Those are the cigarettes
he smoked.

It was one of the things
he enjoyed the most.

Now you'll see him everywhere.
It's normal.

They say that it's the law
of life that parents die first.

They speak a lot of nonsense
to comfort you.

Thanks.

It's your fault.

That's always been part of him!
It's part of him.

The kid-- The kid is not
an actor! He's not an actor!

Starting a career now is
a great opportunity.

Okay, listen. Listen.

Engineering, medicine, law,
those are true careers.

And acting too.

No, no, children don't
have to work.

I know
what I'm talking about, period.

-Okay, but it's "Death in Venice".
-So what?

-It's a classic, Miguel!
-So what?

And Luchino is his godfather.

Visconti is g*y!
Period! Damn it!

I said, no!
Listen, I'm gonna tell you this.

I will not allow
my son to become

the sexual fantasy
of sick b*stards.

I won't, and that's it.
I'm fed up with that crap!

Narrow-minded,
coward, ridiculous.

Train bound for Madrid,

parked on line 3,

will leave shortly.

But I don't understand why
they're going to bury him there.

He was terrified
of living in Sotogrande.

I don't know, Miguel.

Everyone here agrees
with Rosario,

and nobody questions anything.

-I see.
-It's so sad

to see all his friends here
without him.

He was always
the center of attention.

Right. I have to go.

I think
I'm still a couple hours away.

Drive safely, please.

Miguel?

He's in Seville, Uncle.

LA VIRGEN ESTATE
JAEN 1973

A toast to the host.

In his second year
back in the bull ring,

he's shown
that talent is never lost.

Ole!

To a new season
of the Pink Panther.

Of course,
the suit was eye-catching.

That was the whole point.

Luis Miguel, how is it that I've
never met the commander

in any of your hunts?

Because when Franco finds out
that he's going to spend the day

in the field
with a butt-kisser like you,

he doesn't even want to hunt.

Could it be that he doesn't want

to meet your brothers,
the communists?

-Pepe is not a communist. No.
-He's not?

Domingo is a communist.

Pepe is a moderate,
and I am a Francoist.

But let me tell you one thing,

if all communists
were like Domingo

and all Francoists
were like you,

I would be a communist.

What the--?

If there's one thing
I can't stand about youth,

it's lack of formality.

You're late, you know?

Come here.

See, it's my son, Miguel,
and his friend, Rosa.

-Hi.
-Hey.

As you can see, my son has
inherited attention-grabbing

from his father.

Your father told us that you're
going to sh**t a movie.

He's going to play
a German soldier.

I'll get to see him grab
a shotgun, even if it's fake.

It's a co-production
between Italy and England.

As a matter of fact,
we came from London.

Yes, that's why we're late.
The flight was delayed.

Do you like it, Father?

It's Peruvian llama.

Peruvian llama!
Okay, come here.

Come and tell your dad
what you've done in London.

Come on, you're not that old.
Sit down, come here.

Come.

Don't move your a*s so much

or it's going
to make me hard, boy.

He's moving it all the time.

So, what's up?

I've had more
than 40 bullfights, Pepe,

and I don't know
where the money is.

You know that Domingo
manages things his way:

20,000 pesetas here,
5,000 there.

He's not going to ask the party
for a receipt either, is he?

He can spend the money
on whatever he wants.

If he wants to finance
the dirty movies he likes,

or get showgirls out of jail,

or pay
for Pasionaria's pacemaker...

But he should do it
with his money.

I'm risking my life

at almost 50 years old
to support a family,

not to finance
the Communist Party, damn it.

I'll talk to him.
That's all I can do.

He has to focus, damn it.
He has to focus.

We have to get the management
of the Bogota bullring, huh?

If he messes up this operation
for me, we'll have a problem.

I'm telling you, we will.

A black coffee.

Note that it is your decision

to disassociate yourself
from all businesses.

After a certain age,
you have to get out of the way.

If you hadn't been
so disorganized--

Don't get mad.
There's no need anymore.

I need some time away
from the family.

I have-- I have a pain here
all the time.

What is it?

Are you sick?
Have you seen a doctor?

No.

It's not that kind of pain.

Okay, let's get this over with.
Are the documents ready?

Yes.

Well, Franco's on his last legs.

They say that when he dies,
there will be amnesty,

-they'll legalize the parties--
-Is that what they say?

Do you know
what your uncle's problem is?

He's bored.

What he and his friends like
has to go against the tide.

First, you had
to be a Falangist,

then a communist.

It's a question
of chasing impossible ideals.

And now that Franco
is going to die,

it's no fun being
underground anymore, right?

Send me a postcard
from where was it?

From Ecuador, right?

There you have it.
The fascist has spoken.

Being the head
of the family isn't easy.

But you're the eldest brother.

Your father was
born last, but...

the responsibility
has always been his.

He took care of everyone.
It's a matter of character.

And we all have
to obey his orders?

It's not easy being
in his place. You'll see.

One day
you'll have to take his place.

You are the firstborn,
after all.

As we've been reporting
since this morning,

Luis Miguel Dominguin,

one of the great legends
of bullfighting,

died this morning at his home
in Sotogrande, Cadiz,

at the age of 69.

He established
his residence in Sotogrande

after selling, two weeks ago,

what had been his home
in recent years,

his house in Sierra de Andujar,
in Jaen,

the La Virgen Estate,
for 12 billion pesetas.

Lucia.

Did you get to talk to Mom?

No.

Did you hear?

They sold La Virgen.

-Hello, Miguel.
-Hello.

Can we speak in private
for a moment?

Of course.

It happened there.

He hadn't even had
a cup of coffee yet.

But what medications
was he taking?

Just those prescribed to him.

Yeah, yeah, I mean...

Do you know
if it was because of that,

or were the pills
making him dizzy, or...?

Miguel,

it's been a very long day,
my head is going to explode.

Yeah, really long.
I should know.

I traveled for more
than ten hours to be here.

And La Virgen?

What about La Virgen?

Your father asked my brother
to take care of the sale

to the Osunas discreetly.

My father wanted
to be buried there.

What do you know about
what he wanted?

We're going to bury him here.

Because here he died
and here I live.

His widow.
Whether you like it or not.

Besides,
you never liked La Virgen.

LA VIRGEN ESTATE
JAEN 1967

-Hi, Dad.
-Hi.

Giddy up.

You've gained weight, no?

Happy birthday to you

Sing along.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Miguel

Happy birthday to you

But my birthday's
in three weeks.

Time suits your father's will,
doesn't it?

I have to be
in Villapaz that week

and you have school.

So it's better that we take
advantage of these holidays

to celebrate your birthday
as a family.

Family comes first
for your father.

Well, I forgot the candles
in Somosaguas.

But that's okay
because you're so old now

that so many candles
wouldn't fit on the cake.

Come on, better make a wish
and blow out the candles.

Good!

Move the cake. Move it.

Is it a telescope?

Much better, open it.

Just like mine, made to measure,

but with a one-inch butt

so that it fits perfectly
on your shoulder.

Say something, Miguel.

Thanks, Dad.

You can use it tomorrow.

Okay, so who wants
the bigger slice of cake?

-Me! Me! Me!
-Yeah? Well, help me with this.

-I go first.
-No, I asked for it first.

-Let's see.
-I want the first slice.

I think I'll have
to take this cake away.

Miguel?

-Miguel!
-I'm coming!

Where's Mom?

Mom's staying to make dinner.

Girls, Miguel is in charge
of the second course today.

Let's see, careful with this.

Here.

Careful.

Okay, let's go.

-Here. Come on. Come on.
-Tata, are we going to see deer?

-We're going to see some deer.
-Tata?

That's it. That's all.

Everyone shut up
because, otherwise,

we're not going
to hunt anything, okay?

You girls stay quiet here, okay?

Let's go, Miguel.
Come on, let's go.

Miguel.

From here, you have
a perfect shot. Come on.

-Have you taken the safety off?
-Yes.

Okay, well done.

Two females.

-Better a female than a male.
-Why?

The culling of females
is necessary,

so that the animals
won't invade the crops.

Aim for the larger one.

Relax. Relax.

Aim.

Hold your breath,

pull the trigger.

Good aim.

Attaboy! You're
a worthy son of mine.

Son!

Nice specimen.
Nice specimen! Well done.

Give me the g*n.

Come on, come with me.

Come on, take this.

Take it.

You do it.

You're going to do it. Come on.

Why do they have to cut
its guts out, Tata?

So that the animal is clean
and doesn't rot.

Here, come on, cut it.

Whoever collects the specimen
does the honors, come on.

Take out its guts, damn it.

Poke it, damn it! Downwards!

There, come on!

Stab it right there.

Go on, take out its guts,
but don't ruin the meat.

Don't ruin the meat.
That's it. Come on.

Come on, all the way to the end.
That's it, very good.

g*dd*mn it!

-I didn't want to do it!
-It's okay, damn it!

Let's go, girls.

Come on, Miguel.
It's not a big deal.

These things happen
all the time in the countryside.

How was I supposed to know
she was pregnant?

Come on, stop whining.
Come on, get in the car!

Get in the car at once!
Get in the car!

Get in the car already, damn it!

Leave him alone!
Don't bother the kid!

If he doesn't want
to get in the car

and he wants to walk, let him!

Stay out of this, Reme.

No, I won't!
Insensitive, savage beast!

He's just a kid,
for God's sake!

What did you call me?

I said that you're an animal
that doesn't take into account

the feelings of anyone
but your own.

Get out of the car right now.

If I do,
you'll never see me again.

Can I tell you a secret?

Bloodstains come out
with cold water.

Women and bullfighters
know that well.

I'm not like you.

Tata.

My boy.

No, no, no, no.

My boy.

Now it's your turn to be
the head of the family...

and you have to take care
of everyone, my love.

Yes.

My dear boy.

-My dear boy.
-It's okay.

My dear boy.

Have you talked to your mom?

How is Mom?

Call her.

Call her.

How else could she be?

She's not okay.

Don't you prefer
something stronger?

Something more Dominguin?

Have you seen him?

Not yet.

Doesn't it piss you off
that they're burying him here?

He's gone.

Wherever they bury him
won't change that fact.

The family mausoleum
is going to be empty.

We die as we live, Miguel,

and our lineage has always
been distributed

throughout the world.

It's logical
to end each one in a point.

And as your Uncle Domingo
used to say:

"There are bulls everywhere."

Now they're together.

EX-MATADOR DOMINGO "DOMINGUIN"
WAS BURIED YESTERDAY IN ECUADOR

Hi, Dad.

Son.

He shot himself in the heart.

Right where it hurt.

I was completely wrong
about the movies, huh?

You must be doing well
because you're the only one

in the family
who doesn't ask for money.

I'm doing okay.

What was the name
of the last one you shot?

-The Red Carnation.
-That's the folktale, right?

No, no. It's not a folktale.

-No?
-It's an Italian film.

They've written very nice things

about Uncle Domingo
in the newspapers.

Have you been able to read any?

In this country, it's forbidden
to speak well of the living

and ill of the dead.

What was it he used to say
whenever he toasted?

To the shared suns.

I'm always late.

You could have waited
a little longer too.

I'd have taken you to the land
I bought in Extremadura.

You would have liked it.

Well...

you would have liked it...

after criticizing
everything first.

The fences,
the pond, the roads...

It's probably better
you didn't come.

The sunrises there are perfect.

I go horseback riding
in the morning...

to smoke
my first cigarette of the day,

which is always the best.

Here it will be well hidden.

For the trip.

-Family photo?
-Yes!

-Lucia! Paola!
-Family photo.

-Let's take that photo.
-Lucia, come.

Come on, look at the camera.
Look, Granny's smiling.

With Diego and Tadeo,
I have formed my own family.

Tata is no longer here
to educate them,

nor is the bullfighter here
to spoil them.

So that task falls to me.

And that will be my priority
for the rest of my life.