13 Roses (Las 13 rosas)

THE 13 ROSES

Now is the time to fight!

You know what's happening in Europe?

The war will spread to London, Paris, Berlin!

- Bigger than in 1914! - And this time, comrades,

this time the European powers

will join us in the fight

against international fascism.

Sure they will. After all the fighting

they've already done...

All we want

is for this to end. We want peace!

What good is peace without freedom?

Without dignity?

Don't be misled by those who spread defeatist rhetoric.

We're one step away from victory.

The international situation has never been this favorable to us.

Our comrade is right. Remember

the blood shed by your brothers, by your children.

What use will it be if we give up? We must fight to the end.

The Moors!

They're coming! I saw them from the bell tower!

Stay and fight, comrades! We have to fight!

Here.

- Can we go with you? - Get on.

- Carmen. - I'm staying.

- Let's go. - Get on.

I'm staying!

- You want to get us all killed? - Get on right now.

- Drive. - Come on.

Wait!

Wait for me!

Is there any room, comrade?

Just one more person? Please, comrade.

Wait!

It's full.

Let me go with you.

You can't do this to me!

Who wants some?

- Me, me! - Please, me!

- Teo! - Hi, Julia.

- You look beautiful. - Don't be silly.

- How are things here? - Fine.

Well, same old story.

- Who wants soup? - Adelina.

Teo!

Teo...

I'm so glad to see you.

- How are you? - Fine, fine.

Soup again?

Yesterday you said it was your favorite dish.

- I did? - Yes, you did.

AIDA LAFUENTE SOCIETY

What is this doing here?

Are things that bad?

It must be destroyed.

Any news from the front?

What front?

There's no more front. They all ran away like chickens.

Not a single one stayed.

Who's the soup lover?

José!

Here, José.

To the shelter, quickly!

Let's go!

Everybody!

Leave that, come on.

Bernabé? Where's Bernabé?

Over there.

Bernabé.

Get down!

IN THE NATION OF SPAIN, GREAT LAND OF LIBERTY,

NO HOME GOES WITHOUT HEAT NOR A FAMILY WITHOUT BREAD.

Gather bread.

Don't eat it. Don't pick it up!

It's fascist bread! The radio said it's poisoned!

Don't pick it up!

It's such a beautiful song.

Pretty, isn't it?

Something must be done. But what?

- We have to organize, find comrades... - Many have left.

- Or are about to. - Exactly.

Things are going to change. We must be prepared.

We don't know what it's like to work underground.

What are they saying at your dad's base?

That's the problem.

Nobody's saying anything.

My dear friends,

hard times have fallen upon us.

Who knows what will become of us tomorrow or the day after?

Things are going to change very quickly.

Many of us may never see each other again.

A simple goodbye might not be enough.

Let us therefore bid each other...

farewell.

More bombs!

I think it's the last time.

I hope we don't end up missing them.

Don't say that.

We have nothing to fear, but you have to leave Madrid.

I know, I know.

If you need money, I can try to help you.

My name is Blanca. This is my son Quique.

Julia.

Adelina. Hello.

Strange way to meet people.

Maybe over there.

There must be food around.

Sardines!

Idiot.

Wow.

Stop.

I said stop!

Afraid, huh?

- Chicken. - I'm leaving.

Chicken, chicken!

If I hit it, we leave. You promise?

Wait!

You too, dummy!

Long live Franco! Long live Spain!

Long live Franco! Long live Spain!

I'm a nobody, nothing will happen to me. But you...

Well, I'm no revolutionary...

I think I'll get a job as a servant.

In a Falangist home. The more the better.

You, serving Falangists?

To get information out of them.

Bastards.

Thanks for bringing us.

Can we help you unload?

No, I'll wait a bit.

Long live Spain!

What about you? Can't you salute?

No, sing it!

Is that all?

- Keep singing! - That's all I know.

Learn it, you're going to need it.

Bastards.

Your face when you sleep...

It's like you're still a baby.

You'll always be my baby.

Mother...

Come on, get up.

We have a lot to do.

We'll put them in their place.

The war is over for them too.

Pretty, isn't she?

She looks like you.

Blanca.

Seen my violin?

I don't understand.

Isn't it late to be playing?

Maybe he wants to celebrate the end of the war.

Where did I put my violin?

"Generalissimo Franco's Headquarters

to all barracks of the Civil Guard:

It is hereby mandated

to be applied immediately

the following order

requiring you to report

to all aforementioned offices

in order to open relevant personal files

for the cleansing of political responsibilities. "

Is that clear?

Sergeant, sir.

Yes, Romero?

What does that mean?

It means we're not Civil Guards anymore,

or soldiers or anything else. Is that clear?

Sergeant, sir.

Yes, Romero?

All we did was follow orders.

Then you've nothing to fear.

Is that clear now?

Let me try.

Come on, let me.

I'm getting pissed off.

I can't see anything, son.

Let me try.

Go ahead.

Incredible, incredible! On your first try!

What a clever son I have!

You're a real champ. Keep going.

You see? We were right to hide the money.

I knew it'd be worth something,

no matter who won.

Is that all of it?

Right.

After all, it's a musician's salary.

How much will Juan need?

I'd better take it to him.

- Why? - You shouldn't be seen together.

We've done nothing wrong. We're just musicians.

Juan joined the Communist Party and he was important in the union.

No, Blanca.

I don't want you carrying that much money around.

Don't be silly. What will happen to me?

What's wrong?

You're going back to the village until all this is over with.

And you, father?