The Beasts (As bestas)

TO ALLOW THEM TO LIVE FREELY

THE ALOITADORES IMMOBILISE THE BESTAS WITH THEIR BODIES

TO CROP AND TAG THEM

THE BEASTS

What would you do?

Stop working with him, at least.

"At least", right...

He'd send him to the guillotine.

A lot of people lost their heads

for a lot less, Poli.

You love to exaggerate.

Poli, when did the last Frenchman get the guillotine?

How should I know?

Later than the last ones garrotted here:

in 1977.

Fucking country of savages. And then they complain about us.

I exaggerate? The fuck I do, Perry.

I haven't heard anyone else complain about the youngest of the Rubios.

Nobody does. And you don't want to know...

Have you heard something?

Are you deaf, Poli?

Tell him, damn it!

Tell him, for fuck's sake.

My brother-in-law had issues with him too.

Issues...

Your brother-in-law, Poli, paid a fortune for a fertiliser.

And it was dripping when it arrived.

Dripping!

The guy who sold it is clueless, a moron...

or a son of a bitch.

Quite simply.

Does that silence mean you agree, or what?

Young Rubio is just starting out. He's bound to mess things up.

Do you always get it right first time?

You never get it wrong?

I seldom get it wrong.

Gentlemen, behold Xan Anta, who always gets it right first time.

Mr Perfection.

That's it.

Now you see the five?

- Spot on! - Calculated, damn it!

Spot on!

- Count it properly. - Twenty-three.

Paulino, listen. If they deliver your pig food late,

damaged, what do you do?

They're pig food.

Eusebio.

If they bring it late, damaged, grudgingly, in fits and starts,

and moaning about it...

Moaning!

What do you do, Eusebio?

Call another supplier.

I get the message.

I see, now you get it.

Right now?

Now it's clear.

In the olden days...

Amadeo the First of Savoy! Listen to me...

In the 90s,

if they brought your blow late, damaged and grudgingly,

what did you do?

Nothing, my friend, because you had proper dealers

who brought you cocaine that didn't leak, damn it.

That didn't leak!

And today,

Amadeo, what if they bring your seeds late, damaged and grudgingly?

They can fuck right off.

Damn it, Perri...

I get the feeling we're all on the same page.

You're heartless, Xan.

He's Eloi's boy. He's practically family.

If I have to help his son, I'll do so as if he were my own.

Wait, wait.

Careful.

Old Eloi...

has been to my house a million times.

He's a good man,

he's polite, a good person...

Right, Loren?

And he helped us a lot.

That man really looked out for my brother Loren and me.

And Mum.

We're all there is here.

This place is like a ghost town.

If that moron goes around Spain

conning everyone there,

they'll end up associating his name with yours.

And before you know it

everyone in the region will be fucked,

caught up in the same shit.

You do what the fuck you want, like you always do!

Damn it!

Old Eloi would agree with me.

And the others, too. They all agreed.

Only to shut you up.

What's that?

You convinced Miguel to stay and play and now you won't shut up.

You have the nerve to tell me...?

Are we boring you, Frenchy?

What?

Are we boring you?

Not going to say bye?

In Spain, we say hello when we arrive.

In Spain, we say bye when we leave.

It's not that hard.

See you tomorrow.

There you go...

Loren, tell him about...

Afternoon.

Come on.

Everything okay?

Fine.

- Did you go to Portela? - Yes.

And?

- The roof will hold up. - But didn't it rain?

Yes, but it'll hold up.

You look tired.

I am tired.

And I'm hungry. Have you eaten?

I think good eaters are sexy.

I agree.

But you're ahead of me, I can't keep up with you.

Even so, she likes me.

No, she adores you. Because you won her over.

- Really? - Yes.

Like at the market.

What?

You normally attract... How can I say...?

Women with experience. Because they know what's good.

Everything's good, lady.

Of course it is.

Thanks. Bye!

Two kilos?

And two lettuces.

And the tomatoes? Month and a half, right?

Yes, that's right.

Keep two or three crates for me, then.

Of course.

My sister-in-law says

French tomatoes are the best.

Thank her for us.

What's your name?

Cheli.

Cheli. What a beautiful name.

5.50, please.

Cheli, you can count on us.

I'm going to bed.

- Have you eaten? - No.

I'll be right up.

Haven't seen him for a while.

Hi, Pepiño!

Good morning!

Pepiño, how are you?

Great. You?

- Good, good. - Great.

This is for you.

Thanks, Pepiño.

- And a present. - Chorizo, right?

Fancy a coffee?

No, thanks. Don't worry, Olga.

- I'm making some. - No, don't worry. Thanks.

- Want some? - Yes, love.

Thanks, Pepiño.

Please don't go on about it again.

I'm not.

I don't even know what you're doing.

This land needs a rest.

Three times the tomatoes fit here.

It's the science of the land.

The essence?

The science!

If you read more, you'd know.

If you practised more, your Spanish would be better.

What a waste of a vegetable garden.

Titán.

Come on.

Titán, come on.

Come here.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

It just stopped.

Get in. I'll take you.

Come on! Get moving!

- Are you done? - Come on, mate! It was a joke.

Come on, get in!

Come on, mate!

Don't you joke in France?

Once is a joke. Twice is an insult.

All right, mate. Sorry.

- Come on, get in! - No.

It was just a joke, mate.

I'll take you to Fran's and they'll fix it before lunch!

Come on!

I'm in a rush!

In a rush...

When are you ever in a rush?

Okay?

Idiot!

See you later, dimwit!

What are you doing?