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Little sister
I'll stay with you.
No way!
I see you want to be alone.
Well, let's go.
She looks strange, doesn't she?
I don't know,
prettier with a nicer figure...
It's clear that she wants
to be alone to meet someone.
You don't think she's found a boyfriend
and not told us?
God! I hope so.
Don't get your hopes up.
Julian was her last chance
and she let him get away.
She'll be left on the shelf,
you'll see.
At the end of the summer
Paula gave birth to a son
she called Javier.
Everything is fine.
She's very weak, as if from not eating,
but the baby is a strong as an ox.
She didn't eat so as to hide
her pregnancy.
I insist on filling in the record
for the authorities.
The only authority here is you, mother.
Under my responsibility
this child has no family.
Understand it.
I'm asking you a favor.
Father, the child is beautiful
and the mother
wishes to see you.
No, I don't want to see her.
Her son was born in sin.
I have no more obligations to her.
You know what you have to do.
Tell her not to look for me
and make it clear to her.
What are you doing?
Get out immediately!
Where is my son?
Nobody will tell me.
Is he your son?
What is his family name?
What is your family name?
What did you expect?
This is a hospital not an orphanage.
He is no longer here
and you will never know where he is.
Either you tell me where he is
or I swear to God
you will not get out of here alive.
JULY 1936
The years went by
and in the summer of 1936
Spain came ever closer to the brink
of its most shameful episode,
the Civil War.
Don't go out,
the streets are not safe.
I've got an urgent errand to do.
OK. I'll go with you.
You can't come with me.
You'll scare people looking like that.
Where are you going?
You aren't going to the orphanage?
How do you know?
We all know you are there all day.
You should have had
children of your own.
You wouldn't need
to look after whores' children.
Red whores
who burn the churches
we pray in!
What are you talking about?
Are you going to risk your life
for those communists' children?
Anything wrong, ma'am?
Who the hell called you?
Get out!
See how you frighten people?
You're the one who should stay home.
Days before the war broke out,
Madrid was seething
with hate and vengeance.
Miss, they're making us leave,
they are taking us out of Madrid!
And the children?
The children are fine.
Go away.
There is no charity today.
I collaborate with the sisters
and help out what I can.
Let me in, I beg you.
I must see him.
Who?
The children are fine I said.
They've been playing all day.
You can't see them
unless you are a relative.
Are you a relative?
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