Full of Grace (Llenos de gracia)

BEGINNING OF SUMMER, 1994

BOARDING SCHOOL EL PARRAL

Fucking Peanut...

He says they're going to the beach.

Is that his mother or his sister?

His mother. How could she be his sister?

What a jerk.

Why does he, with that shitty face,

get to have a mother and we don't?

- And she's even hot. - That lady out there is hot?

That lady is on fire, kid, trust me.

You're sick.

FULL OF GRACE

Hey, pass it.

Valdo, man.

You're embarrassing. This summer I'm teaching you how to smoke.

Shit, hide it!

- Good morning. - It's Angelines.

How are my boys today?

Hey, please, put that out.

You know you can't smoke here.

If the Mother Superior catches you, you'll see.

What will she do, punish us without a summer?

These boys are sleeping with you.

Since you're older, please take care of them.

Yeah, right.

Now that

is what I like to see.

I have to pray to her every night or I can't sleep.

He'll go blind from so much praying.

Very good, Sebastién. Okay, get changed and come down

- for lunch. - Poor thing...

Oh, Martita...

You're so full of grace!

Amen.

Pivot, damn it! They can't fucking pivot.

- Good day. - Good day.

My name is Marina, the summer teacher. I'm meeting...

- Angelines. - Angelines.

Yes, let me call her.

Sister Angelines, Sister Angelines...

This is God.

Come to the front entrance immediately.

Anyway, I'm Rafa. Rafael.

The head custodian.

I'm here if you have any problems.

Do you like soccer?

- Huh? - Soccer, do you like it?

I love it. My ex-wife

hated it, but hey...

She hated anything to do with me.

That's why she left.

Look, here comes Angelines.

Here comes Angelines,

running at an angel's pace...

Down the stretch, approaching the finish line...

A new record, a new record, record, record, record.

A new record for Angelines.

Sorry, I'm coming!

Welcome!

Isn't humor so important?

Nobody will take that away from me, not even my ex-wife.

I don't have much time, so I'll give you a quick tour.

Your file is interesting.

I see you haven't taught in a long time.

That's okay, we're not a normal school either.

Most of the students live here during the week during the school year,

but some live here year round. In summer, since there are less,

we put them all in the same class and in a single bedroom.

But if they're different ages, what do you teach them?

The basics. Your job is really to make sure they're on time and don't sneak out.

Sneak out?

They sneak out constantly.

Especially at night.

We had a night watchman before, now there's no money.

So they don't do anything special in the summer?

There are no vacations here, if that's what you mean.

That's all we need, a field trip.

I know how it sounds, but you'll understand.

I don't want to scare you,

but no summer teacher has ever come back.

Come on, I'll show you the...

They're thieves...

What now?

I'll get my hands on you soon.

Look at the little prince.

- And say you're sorry. - Sorry!

I'm very sorry.

Don't be sorry, find a solution.

Look, Sister. We understand your burden,

but we can't always be the ones

who pay for all the damage.

Bald fucker.

- Shut up! - This week

they tipped over all of our trash cans again.

That's a lie. It was probably the cats.

Did you see us? Then what are you talking about, clown?

I saw you the other day stealing car logos

and you took off running.

Car logos? What's this genius talking about?

That's enough! Go to class and wait for me there.

Go to class?

I'm not leaving without my terrarium.

- What terrarium? - I called you earlier.

I own the pet store and that kid

came in the other day and took a terrarium.

Which kid?

Him, the chubby one.

Chubby, motherfucker? I'll slap you like a bitch!

- Watch your mouth! - That's him.

While the others asked me bullshit about iguanas,

you took it and walked out.

Sebastién,

please return the gentleman's terrarium.

- Whatever that means. - Look, Sister.

Why would I want a fucking terrarium?

Do I look like I'm in any condition to take care of another living thing?

- How embarrassing... - That's enough.

They'll be punished during this class.

I want them to write

"I'|I never steal again" until their hands fall asleep!

And you, put on your shirt right now!

If they call Social Services,

you know where they'll take you.

And if that happens,

there's nothing we can do,

I've told you a thousand times.

Okay, this is Sister Marina.

She'll be your summer teacher.

All I expect...

What the heck.

I expect nothing of you anymore.

Okay...

I'd like to begin by introducing...

Hey, guys!

- What's she doing? - Listen, boys.

Look.

I know none of you wants to spend

the whole summer locked in this classroom.

I don't either, believe me.

- Then why are you here? - Well,

I have to be, just like you. Period.

Can anyone tell me what that number means?

Any idea?

Your age'?

Almost,

but no.

This...

is a countdown.

This is approximately how many

minutes are in one summer.

That means we'll be together

129,600 minutes,

give or take.

Damn.

I know it sounds like a lot, but it depends how you look at it.

I assure you that if you try to ridicule me,

bully me

or go against me,

those minutes will seem like centuries.

However, if you show

a little interest, only a little,

I give you my word that they will fly by.

So you might say it's up to you.

First of all,

we're going to use this paper for something else.

I want you to write me

an essay

about what life is like for you here...

What the fuck does she care?

How you see yourselves in the future...

Just tell me about yourselves.

- What for? - Well, for me,

to get to know you, and for you, to defend yourselves.

Actually, all I know about you is what other people

have told me.

I'd like to know your opinion.

That's fair, right?

Then we're all set. Oh, one thing, please.

All I ask is that you be honest.

Any doubts?

Okay, go ahead.

What's wrong?

We're not doing anything.

Classes finished on Friday

and everyone's on vacation,

so that means we are too.

Very well.

Do you all agree?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Perfect.

Like I said, it's up to you.

Okay, then, boys.

Have a good summer.

This one, this one...

So what did you think of the boys?

Like all boys, they refuse to do anything.

Poor things.

They're not easy boys, they've had it rough