Witching & Bitching (Las brujas de Zugarramurdi)

You're late.

A bear, a bear and a tree.

A yellow sponge?

A mouse and a star.

A naked man with a beard!

A green soldier.

A boy... He's the chosen one.

A yellow sponge?

Shut up, Mother!

The fourth man is on a white horse,

a green light on its head,

with a 1 or a 2.

That's a taxi.

Shh!

Sun, a lot of sun.

The Great Work!

The gold coin.

Gold is the key!

Gold, gold...

Gold...

The Great Whore of Babylon,

with her seven heads, is here among us.

She tries to deceive us with her lies,

but she only wants to devour our souls!

Do not let yourselves be deceived by that harlot.

Her only desire

is to establish pagan rule!

Gold, gold by weight!

They're here.

You moved!

Mom!

"TRANSPORT SECURITY"

Morning.

How are you, cutie?

Those blue eyes...

Nati!

Shall we go into the back room?

Say something. You're a real fox, Nati.

- 20 grams, 400 euros. - But it was my mother's!

I'm always thinking about you.

It's open. They're inside.

Everyone on the floor! This is a stickup!

The bag, fill it up! Now!

- Sergio, put it all in. - The watches too?

No, they're worthless.

Get the rings. They're real gold.

Sergio, the guns! Let's go!

You must be a lowlife to mix a kid up in this.

One more word and I'll kill you.

He's right.

The boy should be in school.

Shut up, bitch! Get your head down!

What's going on? Eh?

Eh?

Almost done.

You brought the boy? Are you crazy?

I get Tuesdays and alternate weekends, okay?

I'm not missing a day with him, even for a stickup.

Anything could happen to him. This isn't how it's done.

Go in, get the cash, and that's it.

I'm doing this shit for him, so we can be together.

Sergio, come here!

You know I'm doing this for you, right?

Yes, Dad, yes.

Who do you want to be with, your mom or me?

With you, Dad.

See? He wants to be with me.

- I heard. - I'd do anything for my son.

And if I have to go to jail, I'll go to jail.

I'm fucking sick of alimony,

judges, and his witch of a mother!

He's right.

The judges always side with the women.

What with alimony, school fees, and insurance,

I can't even pay the rent!

You should've thought about that.

I bet you were fooling around.

How could I if I'm living in my car?

That's enough!

Don't you move!

Son of a bitch!

Run!

Look out!

- Let's go! - Son of a bitch!

Out of the way!

Out of the way, fuck!

Out of the way!

Go!

Run, run!

Run, Christ!

Out of the way, lady!

Run, Christ, for Christ's sake!

I don't know where he is. Sleeping, I guess.

Take the boy, Christ!

What did you tell him?

You're so stupid.

Sure, yes.

Listen, I've got to go.

Freeze!

Hold it!

I can't hear you!

- Sonia! Sonia! - Where's she going?

I'm driving.

- You know her? - She's my girlfriend!

She took the car!

Open up, motherfucker!

The M-3O--- fucking move it!

Do I take Méndez Álvaro or the tunnels?

- Whatever the fuck you like! - Shut up!

Whatever you think is best.

- Are you an asshole? - Me?

Why'd you tell your girl where the car was?

I didn't! She just knows everything!

She guesses, like the other day at the disco.

I come out and she's at the door,

waiting for me.

Dad, there's a man in here.

Not now, champ.

I should go. You guys are busy.

Help!

Keep still!

Christ! Christ!

The taxi was occupied.

I'm meant to wait for a free cab?

If it's okay with you, we'll go via Vicente Calderón.

There's less traffic at this hour.

Fuck!

Motherfuckers!

I can't see a thing.

The bi- your mother.

- Mom? - How are you, honey?

- Great! - Have you had your snack?

- No, I haven't had it... -Why not?

- Or done my homework. - Why's that?

I'm in a taxi with Dad.

Where are you going?

- The police are chasing us. - What?

- Give me the phone. - Sergio!

We held up a store.

- What's that? - Sergio, the phone, please.

We've got a bag full of gold!

- The phone. - Put your father on!

Silvia? Hey, how are you?

Playing with some kids in the park.

We're about to do his homework and get a snack.

Hold on a second. Sorry.

What are you doing?

I'm getting out.

Help! Police!

Help! Police!

Get me out of here, please!

Police!

Motherfucker!

Doesn't this have a door lock?

- Yes, it's childproof. - José, for God's sake!

- The phone. - What's going on?

Silvia, sorry.

- Can you hear me? - Yeah.

What are you giving the boy?

Sandwiches and hot chocolate.

Do I ask you what you feed him?

Don't get crabby!

I'm not getting crabby! You drive me nuts!

- "What I do with the boy?" - What are you on about?

I don't have to explain to you!

I'm his dad!

He's fine with me!

Step on it, or I'll blow your head off.

I got to go. Bye.

Step on it!

Step on it!

Sergio, are you all right?

It's like GTA: San Andreas!

Do I take the Burgos, Zaragoza,

or Extremadura Freeway?

- Do we head south? - South!

Why south?

A getaway's always south, to Mexico.

- That's in the movies. - Portugal?

- We're going to France. - Why France?

We're going to live in Disneyland, in Paris.

I didn't say we'd live there.

I said we'd go there, then we'll see, okay?

Can you see me in Disneyland?

Go where you like.

This isn't how it's done.

You take the boy to a stickup, now he chooses the hideout?

You can't cater to his every whim!

He won't love you more for it! Tell him!

Tell him!

Excuse me, if it's France,

can I call my wife to say I won't be home for dinner?

Give me the phone.

She's gonna be so mad.

She's gonna be so mad.

Hands in! I told you before!

Nothing.

He knows I get mad when he doesn't answer.

- Maybe he's got no signal. - Signal?

What he's got is no shame.