All Is Silence

Synopsis: In Brétema, on the Atlantic coast, there was a time when networks of smuggling, drug trafficking converted, achieved so much influence that they were close to control everything: social power, institutions, the lives of its people. Fins, Leda and Frink explore the coast in search of what the sea throws after a wreck, the sea is for them a place of continual discovery. The fate of these young people will be marked by the shadow odious and fascinating at the same time the ubiquitous Marshall, owner of almost everything in Brétema.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): José Luis Cuerda
Production: Tornasol Films
  2 wins & 3 nominations.


What's that for?

Use your mouth to keep quiet.

Your dad can fish, but I'll show you

how it's really done.

My dad can name every fish

in the world.

Well, almost.

Names? Names don't matter.

Catching them is what counts.

My dad says if you're poor for too long

you'll sh*t white like a seagull.


How long can you hold your breath?

Don't know, about half an hour.

Half an hour my ass.

You see?

Now that's a miracle!

Brinco, get me out of here!

What a bastard!

I'm fine, damn it!

Brinco! Brinco!

Brinco! Brinco! Brinco!

Damn the day you were born!

What are you doing?

That brings bad luck.

Quit yapping and help me.

Look, there's a disgusting

creature inside.

Come back to life, shithead.

Look who's here.

You dummies.

Never joke about death.

He looked dead, Leda.

You should have seen him.

He fell and turned pale, stiff.

Damn, Fins. You looked dead.

- He has "absences".

- "Absences?"

Yeah, "absences". That's what

they call it. Don't tell anybody.

And those coffins?

- They're spoken for.

- Not your dad, of course.

- He says he saw them first.

- He did.

Keep quiet, you're dead.

They're hippies.

Heard in Ultramar.

They look German to me.

Think it's French.

Who cares what they're saying?

You can tell by what they're doing.

If they're hippies,

they speak hippie, you idiots.

I'm up here!

It's Chelin.

Bet he found something!

No wonder. Running around

with that damn pendulum all day...

Leda thinks it works.

Leda believes

whatever she wants to.

You see?

He does it with his wrist.

You're a fraud, Chelin. Let me.

Come on, let's go.




Damn, Chelin.

This is what call a treasure!

Goddamn it, Carburo!

It's okay, kids.

It's okay.

Some people love artillery.

Always tell him, "Carburo,

first ask questions and shoot after."

Sweetie, where did you come from?

You can ask my mother that.

Does this saintly woman

have a name?

She did. Her name was Adela.

She died when was born.

Damn, they sure grow up quick!

They're unrecognizable.

Okay, an

Nothing happened here,

you didn't hear anything,

you didn't see anything.

That's the thing about Latin,

one thing leads to another.

Everybody go home.


the sky is gonna crash down

on somebody's head.

It's finally dying down,

the son of a b*tch.

How long have gone

without fishing, Amparo?

One month and three days.

Seems like three years.

Prison was better than this.

So was the hospital.

Me in prison, you in the hospital...

It wasn't so bad.

We should put a

match to this life

and to hell with it.

You're a wreck, Malpica.

You used to be more patient.

Well, before,

cried with one eye

and laughed with the other.

Father, have you ever seen

an Argonaut?

Once when a Soviet ship

crashed off the coast.


The sailors wore black leather jackets.

Really good ones.

Don't mean people.

Look what it says here.

"These cephalopods

are very ugly animals"

and their bodies contain

grotesque particularities.

If you look into the eyes

"of an Argonaut,

you will find them blank."

Let me see.

This book was at

the School of the Indies.

They emigrated to America, made money

and decided to build a school.

The best school around.

A modern school, they called it.

They brought typewriters,

sewing machines, thermometers,


Even a skeleton so we could learn

the name of every bone.

All of them.

What's the most important bone

in the body?

The spheroid bone.

The teacher used to say...

How did it go?


this is the key.

The spheroid bone.

The bone shaped like a

Turkish bed and bat wings

which quietly opened

through the course of history

"to make room for the enigmatic

workings of the soul."

Damn, still remember, Amparo!

If you were there, don'! go back.


Because say so.



If this weather keeps up, the boy...

I'm sorry, but he'll have

to clean barrels.

He gets dizzy in the barrels.

He gets dizzy everywhere, Amparo.


Trust me, son. Never tell anyone

about your absences.

Don't tell anyone.

If you do, they won't hire you

and they'll say you're crazy.

Don't tell anyone.

Don't even tell the furniture.

You got that?

- What is it?

- You'll see.

Where are we going?

- It's unbelievable!

- Isn't it?

Look, Brinco.

The sea is a goldmine.

It can give you anything.

Who needs fertilizer?

Those oranges are mine.

Saw them first.

You know I'm right.

The booty of a shipwreck

- goes to whoever finds it.

- How much is it worth?

A lot

And don'! know if want to sell.

Here, seeing is hard work.

That's crap, Mr. Rumbo.

Close your eyes.

Now watch.

A woman can feel it in her skin.

- What was it, heads or tails?

- Tails.

You see? It's in her skin.

This one knew it

from day one.

She'll be rich someday.

Sure won't be poor!


Brinco, Brinco.



Brinco, come on.

You dummy.

Hi, boys.

Afternoon, Marshal, sir.

Well done.

If the barrels aren't clean...

What's the word? Immaculate.

The whole harvest gets ruined.

Just a tiny speck of sh*t...

and it all goes to hell.

How are you, Brinco?

And you?

Fins, sir.

Fins, Fins what?

I'm Malpica's son, sir.

Lucho Malpica.

A great sailor, your dad.

Yes, sir.

The best.

Remember, not even

a speck of sh*t.

The best sailor, strictu


And the most stubborn.

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Manuel Rivas

Manuel Rivas Barrós (born 24 October 1957 in A Coruña, Spain) is a Galician writer, poet and journalist. more…

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