14比塞塔换1法郎 Un Franco, 14 Pesetas(2006)【完整台词】
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I don't have a friend to drive me.
Gontacts, Martin.
By the way, we can't come
on Ghristmas Eve.
Don't say that.
We've bought all the food.
Pilar said you'd come.
We can't.
We're going to see Herr Iseli,
I can't let him down.
Are you all right?
- You're shivering.
- Leave me alone.
Help someone
who can repay the favor.
Leave your personal problems
at home.
Touch me again
and I'll tear your head off, you...
- You'll do what?
- Have you two gone crazy?
Martin, please!
One thing, Marcos.
When you see me in here
don't say hello to me.
Aren't you drinking your tea?
Are you still thinking about Marcos?
You know what I'd like?
What?
I'd give anything to be
sitting on the Gran Via
drinking a beer
and watching people walk by.
Martin, come here!
- I thought I'd made it clear.
- Don't talk rubbish, come here.
Go to the office,
your sister is on the phone.
What's happened?
Hurry, Martin.
Luisa wants to tell you herself.
What is it?
His father is dying.
Let me do it.
Don't say anything to Pablo.
Why make him suffer
ahead of time?
Take it easy, Martin, please.
I won't make it.
I won't be able
to say goodbye to my father.
- How are you?
- Thanks for coming.
They rang from the airport.
You've got a ticket
for Madrid tomorrow at 12:00.
- Is there nothing earlier?
- No.
Then I'll take the train
from Geneva this evening.
You'll gain a day
by taking the plane tomorrow.
- Mari-Garmen, I didn't see you.
- Don't be silly.
That's done.
Why don't you try to relax a bit?
- I'll make coffee for everyone.
- I'll help you.
They gave Tonino the day off
to drive you to the airport.
If you don't mind,
I'd like to go too.
How could I mind,
you old bastard?
- I'll mess your clothes.
- Don't be stupid.
Your grandfather loved you, Pablo.
Would you like
to go back to Madrid?
For a vacation?
No, forever.
Forever?
What about my friends?
You'll make new friends there.
But there are no forests or rivers,
and it doesn't snow in winter.
Well, don't think about that.
I'll race you to the farm
with the big tree.
Last one is a faggot!
All right.
Dad, what's a faggot?
Dad, what's a faggot?
I'll tell you later.
Shit!
Hanna!
Heavens!
I haven"t seen you in ages.
Yes.
How did you know that?
I heard you"d got married.
Yes. It"s true.
- Is that your son?
- Yes, it"s Pablo,
the little boy who...
Yes.
Pablo, will you go for a walk?
I want a word with Hanna.
Well?
- How are you doing?
- Fine.
Hanna,
I've come to say goodbye.
I'm going back to Spain
with my family,
to Madrid.
In the end, you all go back.
To your homeland.
Hello!
This is Peter.
- Your son?
- Yes.
- Good looking, like his mother.
- Hola.
- Is this his friend?
- No, she"s his sister.
Hello.
- Hello.
- Let"s go and play.
Yes, she"s five years old.
She"s Maria.
But...
She"s five years old?
Yes.
Maria.
A very Spanish name.
She"s very dark...
It"s an Italian name too.
I'll come back as soon as
I earn the money for the trip.
You"re a boy.
How can you earn money?
I don"t believe you.
You"ll go away forever.
No immigrant comes back.
But I'm not an immigrant.
My parents are.
I'll come back.
I adore Italy, but I don"t want
to live in Italy.
After a year here,
with my first savings,
about 1,500 francs,
I bought a car.
It was a beautiful car,
second hand, but beautiful.
A flame red sports car,
with the rims painted white.
The best thing
was that the roof opened.
A wonder!
I adored that machine.
It was everything for me.
That summer I went to Naples
to see my family.
That night,
I slept at my parents' home.
The next day, when I went down
to get the car...
They'd destroyed it.
They didn't steal it.
They'd completely destroyed it.
They'd scratched the hood.
They'd pulled out
the steering wheel.
They'd slashed the tires.
And all for what?
For nothing.
Just to hurt me.
It's an envious, cruel country.
Gontacts, Martin.
By the way, we can't come
on Ghristmas Eve.
Don't say that.
We've bought all the food.
Pilar said you'd come.
We can't.
We're going to see Herr Iseli,
I can't let him down.
Are you all right?
- You're shivering.
- Leave me alone.
Help someone
who can repay the favor.
Leave your personal problems
at home.
Touch me again
and I'll tear your head off, you...
- You'll do what?
- Have you two gone crazy?
Martin, please!
One thing, Marcos.
When you see me in here
don't say hello to me.
Aren't you drinking your tea?
Are you still thinking about Marcos?
You know what I'd like?
What?
I'd give anything to be
sitting on the Gran Via
drinking a beer
and watching people walk by.
Martin, come here!
- I thought I'd made it clear.
- Don't talk rubbish, come here.
Go to the office,
your sister is on the phone.
What's happened?
Hurry, Martin.
Luisa wants to tell you herself.
What is it?
His father is dying.
Let me do it.
Don't say anything to Pablo.
Why make him suffer
ahead of time?
Take it easy, Martin, please.
I won't make it.
I won't be able
to say goodbye to my father.
- How are you?
- Thanks for coming.
They rang from the airport.
You've got a ticket
for Madrid tomorrow at 12:00.
- Is there nothing earlier?
- No.
Then I'll take the train
from Geneva this evening.
You'll gain a day
by taking the plane tomorrow.
- Mari-Garmen, I didn't see you.
- Don't be silly.
That's done.
Why don't you try to relax a bit?
- I'll make coffee for everyone.
- I'll help you.
They gave Tonino the day off
to drive you to the airport.
If you don't mind,
I'd like to go too.
How could I mind,
you old bastard?
- I'll mess your clothes.
- Don't be stupid.
Your grandfather loved you, Pablo.
Would you like
to go back to Madrid?
For a vacation?
No, forever.
Forever?
What about my friends?
You'll make new friends there.
But there are no forests or rivers,
and it doesn't snow in winter.
Well, don't think about that.
I'll race you to the farm
with the big tree.
Last one is a faggot!
All right.
Dad, what's a faggot?
Dad, what's a faggot?
I'll tell you later.
Shit!
Hanna!
Heavens!
I haven"t seen you in ages.
Yes.
How did you know that?
I heard you"d got married.
Yes. It"s true.
- Is that your son?
- Yes, it"s Pablo,
the little boy who...
Yes.
Pablo, will you go for a walk?
I want a word with Hanna.
Well?
- How are you doing?
- Fine.
Hanna,
I've come to say goodbye.
I'm going back to Spain
with my family,
to Madrid.
In the end, you all go back.
To your homeland.
Hello!
This is Peter.
- Your son?
- Yes.
- Good looking, like his mother.
- Hola.
- Is this his friend?
- No, she"s his sister.
Hello.
- Hello.
- Let"s go and play.
Yes, she"s five years old.
She"s Maria.
But...
She"s five years old?
Yes.
Maria.
A very Spanish name.
She"s very dark...
It"s an Italian name too.
I'll come back as soon as
I earn the money for the trip.
You"re a boy.
How can you earn money?
I don"t believe you.
You"ll go away forever.
No immigrant comes back.
But I'm not an immigrant.
My parents are.
I'll come back.
I adore Italy, but I don"t want
to live in Italy.
After a year here,
with my first savings,
about 1,500 francs,
I bought a car.
It was a beautiful car,
second hand, but beautiful.
A flame red sports car,
with the rims painted white.
The best thing
was that the roof opened.
A wonder!
I adored that machine.
It was everything for me.
That summer I went to Naples
to see my family.
That night,
I slept at my parents' home.
The next day, when I went down
to get the car...
They'd destroyed it.
They didn't steal it.
They'd completely destroyed it.
They'd scratched the hood.
They'd pulled out
the steering wheel.
They'd slashed the tires.
And all for what?
For nothing.
Just to hurt me.
It's an envious, cruel country.
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