Morning!
Good morning!
- Coffee? - Okay.
Yes?
Good morning. My name is Marta.
I'm a supervisor at your bank.
- Yes? - You've missed 6 payments.
Your outstanding debt is over 120 thousand euros
In accordance with the penalty
- contract condition number 26... - Wait, Miss.
What contract?
The one you signed, sir.
I already told you, I'm broke!
No savings, nothing!
Yes, sir, but we're tired of hearing the same old excuses.
We've been forced to put you on an international
black list of fraudsters.
Hey, I'm no mafioso. I'm a simple truck driver.
Worse! I'm a slave. It's your fault I lost my trucks,
you bastards. I lost my wife, my home, my kids, everything.
You know what?
Stick the debt up your arse!
Did you hear me?
Sir, we're concerned about the mental health
- of our clients. - What?
We can offer you psychological help
at a 30% discount.
Psychological help? What the fuck
are you talking about?
You sound tense, sir. Are your veins throbbing?
What did you say?
Are you getting nervous? Hear strange voices in your head?
Like your niece's? Artichoke! How are you, sweetheart?
Bastard!
It's Alma!
Alma! Alma!
You bastard!
You got me there!
Dance, Am, dance!
You and that other wanker laughing.
She tricked me!
Alma.
We can't find him anywhere.
We've called everyone and looked everywhere.
Nobody's seen him.
THE OLIVE TREE
You hear that?
Grandad.
Grandad, listen.
Is that a nightingale singing?
No, it's a greenfinch.
They say the Romans might have planted these.
Who knows.
This tree is at least two thousand years old.
You know how long that is? I don't.
I know it's a long time.
It's been here my whole life and hasn't changed.
This is where the new tree sprouts from.
I'll show you, then you do it.
String...
And who taught you how to graft?
Tighter, tighter.
My grandad taught my dad and my dad taught me
and I'm teaching you. That's how life works.
You pass it down.
A new tree!
Let's hope it grows like this one.
Look, Grandad! A monster.
You see it?
Where?
Here's an eye, the other eye, the nose,
and the mouth is super wide open.
But it has no teeth.
You see it?
We'll keep the monster company.
And we'll bring him grub to eat.
It's not here, Grandad.
It's not here.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
He's got us right where he wants us.
Running after him, as usual,
at his service.
Worried sick, chasing him around... Give me a break.
He just wants attention.
Just like you with that hair.
- Luis... - Leave her alone.
He has us all on edge. Like he wants us to suffer.
What? You disagree?
Something to say?
Great.
Silence.
I know that punishment all too well.
Rafa.
Don't look at her.
Where are you going?
I fucking called you six times, you moron!
My battery ran out! I'm sorry.
Change of plan, you have to take the chickens to Valencia.
Dickhead! I had to come all the way out here to tell you!
I'm sorry.
- Fuck! - Alma...
Leave him alone, you arsehole!
Crazy fucking bitch!
I'm going to smash your face, you arsehole!
You don't have the balls. Bring it on.
- Came on then! Try it! - Fuck, Rafa!
Get back in the car!
- What are you doing, Alma? - Get out of here!
Just you wait, you crazy bitch!
Running off? I'm standing right here.
You're a fucking nutter!
Anytime, champion!
You're crazy! He could have really hurt you!
I don't give a shit.
Rafa.
You're not going to ask me out tonight?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Ask me.
Ask me out, Rafa.
You know what the nurse said, Grandad?
That the last thing you forget are songs.
Should we try it?
Let's try a song.
How should I put my lips? Like this?
Yes.
No!
It tickles.
I'm more scared of you than the dentist!
What are you doing here?
Get off my land!
- Dad, we only came to... - Shut up! I know why you're here.
Get off my land!
And don't come back or I'll shoot you!
- Leave! Out! - Take it easy.
Out!
You too, out!
Out!
30 thousand euros, Dad.
5 million pesetas!
You've worked like a slave your whole life
and what have you got?
There's cheap mixed oil everywhere.
Nobody gives a shit about your precious olive oil!
Calm down.
It's the truth! Nobody cares about our work!
Some of your friends have sold their oldest trees
for firewood.
We've worked our asses off our whole lives in those fields
and you've never paid us a penny.
You owe it to us.
What do you think?
I think that I'm not going to sell.
That tree is not ours.
Damn it...
It was passed down from grandparents to parents
and from parents to children. If I sell that olive tree
and give you the money,
next week you won't have the tree, the money or the restaurant.
- You just ignore us! - That olive tree has no price. It's sacred.
That tree is my life and you want to take my life away.
It's only a tree!
- And we're your children! - It'll be yours, I can't take it with me!
You're stuck in the past
and you're sinking us all!
That tree isn't even ours. It belongs to life, to history.
Don't give me that history bullshit! We have families to feed!
Grandad!
There's a little girl!
Stop, stop, stop!
Be careful!
The girl is up there!
Stop the machine!
- Get down! - Stop the machine, cut the engine!
Stop!
Listen to your mother.
Alma, come down, damn it!
- Come down! - Alma!
Come down.
Come down! Get her down, Luis!
Come down!
Alma, come down from there! Come on.
- Come down! - Come on, get down.
Climb down, damn it!
- Come on, climb down. - Alma!
Come down!
Alma, come here, darling. Don't cry.
The monster...
His weight loss and deterioration are very alarming.
If we can check him into the hospital for a few days, we can run some tests,
stimulate his appetite
and maybe start thinking about a home with full time care.
If it's for the best.
I try to spend as much time as I can here, but...
it's not enough.
Luis can't do everything himself and also watch Dad.
We'll all be less worried.
You're going to kill him.
If he doesn't eat, he'll die.
Your grandfather isn't your grandfather anymore.
Grandpa is gone, Alma.
There's nothing wrong with him. Nothing.
You're telling a doctor how to do her job?
What do you mean, sweetheart?
He's in mourning, that's all.
Grandma died a long time ago.
Not the fucking tree again!
What are you trying to do, screw up the whole family?
It's like a lost child, isn't it?
The worst part is not knowing.
What if it's in a beautiful place somewhere?
Eh?
With water,
with people who take care of it...
It would be a happy monster, eh?
If you knew would you be more at peace?
Grandad, do you want to die?
Is that it? Do you want to die?
Grandad!
Grandad, I heard you. I heard you.
Did you sing? Listen.
Let the wind blow...
Did you hear that?
I think it was only a deep breath.
No, please, I heard you. Sing with me.
Let the wind blow, let it blow hard...
Please, Grandad.
Please, please.
I know you're there.
I know it.
It took me and your dad a whole day to put those there.
God!
How did we swallow all that shit?
For what?
- I lost Estrella... - He left Mum...
No, that's not how it was.
Okay, she left him. Because he never took care of her.
No wonder she fell apart and left him.
We worked like donkeys.
We all made mistakes.
And he took care of her, in his own way.
And how did he treat Grandad?
Have you ever wondered how Grandad treated him?
Have you?
Because with us he was a very tough old man.
We used to say he cared about his trees more than us.
With you he might have been marvellous, not with us.
Okay, Arti, leave it!
You know how humiliating it must be for your dad
to move back to the family house? To the same bedroom as a boy?
Put yourself in his shoes.
Jesus Christ. You never give up!
One thing I've never understood, Arti.
At that time,
banks were loaning money to anybody, right?
They say anybody could get credit. Okay?
Then why did you need the 30 thousand for the tree?
It's what the mayor asked for...
to build so close to the beach.
Disgusting! You're all the fucking same.
No, we're not, Alma!
We did it for you and your cousins.
So we could have a family business.
Not our choice to bribe the mayor, that's how things were done.
Sorry we're not all fucking saints.
We'll see what you do for your kids.
Look how happy he was.
Look at Emilio.
What ever became of him?
I still remember the drinks he used to mix.
You know what I remember?
His chubby fingers and bitten nails. That's what.
He used to stick them down my pants when I was waitressing here.
I tried to tell Dad all summer. The whole summer.
I was so ashamed that I couldn't...
One night I told him. In the kitchen.
Know what your brother said?
Nothing.
He didn't say a word.
And he walked out.
Alma, he must have been...
He must have froze. He didn't know what to do.
Go to hell.
You and your brother can both go to fucking hell.
He didn't know what to do?
It's very easy!
Protect your daughter, arsehole!
I have no idea. Some went all the way to China,
the Middle East, all over Europe, even the Vatican.
Thousands of them.
Over a hundred went to one bank in Madrid.
Yeah, but I have the sale date.
I only want to know where it is, who bought it...
Who do you think I am, Interpol?
Go on, get out of here.
We're not serving hippies today.
Do you remember me?
I was in the tree, I climbed up while you were uprooting it.
You were shouting at me. I was only 8 years old.
Just get the fuck out of here.
Your family made 30 thousand euros.
Consider yourselves lucky.
You know what?
I'd start looking for your tree in China! Beat it.
I remember everything.
Especially that pig-face of yours.
Go on, piss off!
Your name is Alma, isn't it?
Yeah.
I was there that day.
I was in the car. I went with my brother.
Yes, he's my brother.
I'll never forget it.
Your grandfather's tree was very special,
but many die within the first 15 years of transplant,
so you might never find it.
But this could help.
That's it, isn't it?
Yes.
Thank you.
Dusseldorf, Germany.
Wao!
It's a huge company.
There it is!
It's in the middle of the lobby,
Pride of place!
- It's a star. - What's the date?
The website is up to date, must still be there.
Holy shit! They're using it as the company logo!
Your grandfather will be super proud.
It will kill him.
Fucking locked up, no fresh air!
Alma, it's not a tiger, doesn't need to run around.
It looks super cool, in one of the most important countries in the world.
It'll break his heart.
That's Adri. I'm going, okay? See you later.
Ok, Photoshop, I can put it where you want.
How about outside in a garden?
Little white lie so he doesn't suffer and he'll never know.
That's the problem, he knows.
How could he know?
He can't even talk.
Wiki, he knows and I'm not going to lie to him.
Okay, fine. Then what do we do?
Grandpa.
I know where it is.
I don't know how, but I'm going to bring it back.
I'll bring it back, I promise.
Hold on, Grandad.
Hold on, please, I'll bring it back for you.
Mr. Gorbicht was German,
retired, very rich, who moved to Valencia. And very religious.
And since the olive tree is sacred in the Bible,
he had a dream to donate an ancient tree to his church.
From the time of Christ. And which tree did he pick?
My grandad's.
Mr. Gorbicht died 4 years ago
I got this letter from the minister at his church,
the San Lucas Church in Dusseldorf, Germany.
Here's what he says:
Quiet everybody.
She's talking about Ramón.
"I've spoken with my parishioners. When we accepted Mr. Gorbicht's donation,
our intentions were well meant, but a mistake.
Many young members of our community
are aware of the sacredness of nature, and the environment,
so after much prayer,
we have made a decision. We would like
this sacred tree to bring peace and harmony to your family,
especially to the elderly gentleman who has cared for it his entire life.
Clearly, it should be returned to the spot where it was planted and grew. "
They're giving it back!
He speaks great Spanish.
Yeah... He was a missionary in Guatemala for 25 years.
- You talked to him? - Yeah.
And where is the tree?
In Dusseldorf.
In the church gardens, by the River Rhine.
How did you find it?
The garden centre told me.
Shit! And here's me thinking the Germans
were a bunch of greedy fuckers who came down here
in their old age to get their piles sorted on our health system!
I apologize!
Now all we need is one truck with a crane and two drivers.
To Dusseldorf? Cost a fortune!
It's way, way up there, Alma. Lots of countries in between.
It's 1,659 kilometres. That's not so far.
We can take advantage of the holiday weekend coming up.
What do you mean, "we"?
- If you borrow your boss' truck... - What?
You can take turns driving and be back before he notices.
Borrow a 250,000 euro truck
from the psychopath you just pelted with eggs?
Nelson will cut your balls off.
Hey...
No.
- And it's my wedding anniversary! - But you're divorced!
But we still love each other.
If Estrella finds out I went to Dusseldorf for a tree...
No way.
Diesel, insurance, tolls... All that expense.
I just sold my motorcycle for 1,000 euros.
Right.
That's not enough. What about the permits?
You don't need permits. Open borders.
Grandad's dying!
He can't even remember his own children!
He'll remember The Tree, damn it!
Alma, you're too upset. Too emotional.
Let's think it over. We're talking about a 14 ton load!
If I have to walk all the way there and drag it back myself, I will.
You can both go fuck yourselves!
Alma!
- Wait! - Don't touch me!
We'll talk it over, Alma!
She's mad as hatter.
I sold an olive tree too.
Fuss about nothing.
Try it, whet your appetite.
Come on, Dad.
They never stop eating!
From chick to chicken in 40 days.
I'm going to puke! I'm a vegetarian, Alma.
Asking you to feed them, not eat them.
It's easy, Adelle. Press a few buttons, that's it.
I wrote it all down for you. Here, take it.
What if they explode?
Hardly ever happens. This one's dead.
Get that thing away from me!
- They have to be picked up. - Disgusting!
It touched me!
Disgusting!
I contacted a website for Spaniards abroad
and spoke to Sole, a Spanish girl in Dusseldorf.
She'll call you later on Skype.
You're a genius, Wiki, thanks. What about the energy company?
I've sent emails to the CEO and the head of each department, but nothing.
I've called 40 times. They just laugh and hang up.
I don't think you'll get anywhere near the tree.
Phew.
Alma.
Stay a few days longer and we'll think this through.
I can't, Grandad's worse.
Going without a plan is stupid.
Then keep thinking.
Wiki, you've got the brains I've got the brass neck.
And you've got the chickens.
- You're crazy. - You should be locked up.
Fine, I know!
None of this makes any sense, I can see that.
But sometimes you just have to dive in.
Headfirst.
You begin the journey...
and people will help you along the way.
Why should they help you?
- Here, take it. - No, no.
- Yes. - From both of us,
just in case.
I'll be fine, okay? Nothing will happen to me.
Holy shit! Look at them.
Like lambs to the slaughter.
Not a clue of the mess you've got them into.
You have to tell them. They'll go crazy.
No, not a word.
If I tell them now, they'll be off, back home.
Just think of something and skype me later.
Well, what do you think?
What do I think?
What kept you? That's what I think.
I'll be damned.
Ricardo, listen to me.
He went to Madrid with his girlfriend.
He won't be back for 3 days.
I was wrong. I want the truck back now.
We're on the road! Calm down.
I'll keep you posted, I promise.
- Where did you say? - Granada. It'll be fine.
Got a bad feeling about this.
Don't worry, it'll be fine. Trust me.
Okay, talk to you later. Bye.
That was the security guard at the garage. Shitting himself.
But he's a good lad.
He wanted to help me out.
About this German minister.
You have got his address?
Any more stupid questions?
Don't shit me, Alma. It's a long, long way.
What if he changes his mind?
Come on! He's a minister, protestant, German.
Can you imagine anyone more serious?
Okay, then.
Granada, land of my dreams...
Granada he says, what a dick! I'll be damned!
Hi, I'm Sole.
This is Katrine, a law student.
This is Marine.
- Hi. - This is Sophie.
She's a social media manager and likes getting into trouble sometimes.
Have you heard back from the energy company yet?
No, my friends have tried calling but they're brushing us off.
She hasn't heard back.
They think it's a joke.
No wonder.
I wrote to the CEO of the company
and offered to pay them back for the tree,
like a loan, with interest, but...
She offered to buy the tree
and pay in installments.
How naive! It's embarrassing.
Coming all the way from Spain without a plan!
The tree is in their headquarters. It's their fucking logo!
They paid 30,000 for it. Is she crazy or what?
She says I'm crazy, right?
It's a bit too much, Alma.
Do you really think you can come and pick up the tree,
just like that?
That's the problem, the guys with me do.
What do you mean?
I told them a lie.
I told them the tree is at a church and they're giving it back.
No fucking way!
The guys with her don't know.
This girl is fucking brainless.
You can count me out. Forget it.
Look, I know it's crazy. But I couldn't just sit there
and watch my grandfather die of heartbreak.
Do you understand? I couldn't.
Wiki sent us photos.
I'm sorry about your grandfather.
Can you please help me?
I didn't know. I didn't see it coming.
I had six huge trucks like this one
worth two million. I was owed a fortune.
One day I was somebody, the next a nobody.
It all vanished, like that. No warning.
You must have known.
No, sweetheart.
They lied to me.
I lied to myself.
I lied to Estrella.
The lies got bigger and bigger. More lies and more lies.
I couldn't stop lying.
One day, Estrella totally smashed up the kitchen.
The whole country is lying to itself.
That's what she said.
And she left me.
So I decided to change my life.
I promised. I swore on our son's life that I would never lie to her again.
That I would always tell the truth.
And yesterday I went to her house and said:
"Look, Estrella. I'm going to miss our anniversary
because I'm going to Dusseldorf.
Well done, Arti.
You told her the truth.
She burst out crying.
She thought I was getting paid.
Did you explain to her?
My lips stuck fast, Rafa. Glued shut.
You moron! She's going to find out when you get back.
I'm such a fucking idiot!
Disgusted with myself.
I could have told her. I could have said: "Look, Estrella.
I'm picking up the tree in Dusseldorf, I'll be back two days.
She'd have called me a dunce but she'd have understood.
But in the moment I fucking lied to her again!
Why can't we just trust each other?
Look each other in the eye, put the cards on the deck?
Be honest with each other?
Work it out together?
Am I right, darling?
Arti...
Son of a bitch...!
What are you doing?
There's a wanker lives up here who owes me 90 grand.
Answer, you fucker.
Answer.
I know you're there.
Come out, you bastard! I know you're in there!
Show your face, you piece of shit!
Arti. We're wasting time.
No, no. I bet the motherfucker is spying on us
with a telescope from a bunker, the bastard.
Still has the fancy car.
He says it's his brother-in-law's. And the house his mother-in-law's.
You lying piece of shit! Bastard!
And this?
What about this? He bought it for his idiot girlfriend.
Because she loved shopping in New York.
That's what things were like in those days.
Weekend shopping in New York!
Calm down and let's go.
My sweaty 18 hours a day working my arse off
so he could buy this big lump of junk!
He still owes me 90 grand.
90 grand!
I'll show the motherfucker.
Where are you going?
What I'm saying, you moron, is that Germans
- love American stuff. - Do you understand your idiot uncle?
We'll sell the statue for a fortune there.
What are you talking about?
Like all those gnomes they buy for their front gardens.
Tell Wiki to find a rich German and we'll sell it on the Internet.
Okay.
Hey, maybe we can pass by Disneyland in Paris
and pick up a Mickey Mouse?
Two thousand years!
He reminds me of my grandfather.
Look at that. It's not just a "thing" to him.
It's sacred.
Something isn't right here.
What isn't right?
Central Heating or a hot shower? What would we do without them?
What do you make of her?
It all sounds a bit daft,
but she gets me.
She's a liar.
She tricked her friends to come to Germany for something that's not theirs.
But she has a point!
I could open a page on Facebook.
Wouldn't take long. See what happens.
It's a good story.
Some people make things happen.
Yeah, right. The world is full of irritating clowns.
Katrin!
FRANCE
See who it is.
Your brother.
Your father.
And he always will be, Alma.
When I first told him, he couldn't believe it.
You know what he said?
How brave you were.
More than I can say for him.
He's only trying to help.
It's his way of saying sorry. That's not so terrible, is it?
Alma.
Take it easy.
Open cast mining, chopping down forests, moving villages...
"Sustainability. "
And their logo is a tree... What hypocrites!
How's the Facebook page going?
More interest than I expected.
There is an activist group against the tree falling of the company.
They're passing on our page.
Others just think she's crazy.
Lots of people angry with RRR's hypocrisy.
We can organize something. I need photos of the trip for FB.
You keep your mouth shut.
I really like that.
Not asking questions the whole time.
Good just to be in silence.
Well, you don't listen much.
I don't take it personal anymore.
You've got too much going on up there.
Stop.
Shit, Rafa. I'm sorry, I can't.
But you can with a stranger.
Alma, this is getting crazy.
A local paper saw the Facebook page.
They want to talk to you. Can I give them your number?
And your dad is driving me crazy. He came to talk to me.
- What am I going to do? - I don't know.
This is exactly what I said right before you left.
What did the guys say?
Alma...
Fuck! You haven't told them!
Rafa's risking his job!
Show him a little respect and tell him, shit!
Rafa's talking to his boss.
He had a fight with his girlfriend and he came back.
He says he wants his truck.
Come on, we have to make a decision.
I'm going to rip your head off!
Do you realize what you've done? You're going to ruin me!
Answer me, you fucking clown!
One more insult and I'll hang up on you.
Where the fuck are you?
Shut up! And mind your manners.
I'm going to Dusseldorf.
What did you say? You mean Dusseldorf, in Germany?
Fucking hell!
Listen, this is all my fault. I lied to Ricardo.
- If you fire him, I'll sell your truck to the Russian mafia. - Rafa, cool it.
What the hell...? I'm going to cut your balls off!
- I'll tell you something, Nelson. - Rafa, don't...
You're a bully, an arsehole and you can go fuck yourself!
You just lost your job, shit.
I don't care!
I'll find something else. Maybe I'll stay in Dusseldorf.
No. I want you both to go back. Let me talk to him.
I'll say this was all a mistake
and that I lied to you guys.
Let me talk to him. I'll apologize, return the truck and he'll forgive you.
I can't bear it.
Give me your phone.
- Give it to me. - No.
Give me your fucking phone!
- Give it to me! - That's enough! Fuck!
As usual, you've forgotten one detail.
This isn't just about you anymore.
We have a say in this too.
Don't be an idiot. Give me the phone.
No, Alma.
I'll be waiting in the truck.
I'm not going back without the tree, Alma.
You don't understand. This is a disaster.
Not after all this.
Please. Please.
Arti, you don't understand.
Come on, let's go.
No, everything okay.
Have you ever felt like you were going to burst?
And completely crack up?
It happened to me once.
When I was 18.
When I was training with Valencia Football Club.
I thought I was going to make it,
but one filthy tackle screwed my career.
I wanted to smash the guy's head.
I wanted to kill him.
I wasted two years of my life in a rage.
Augustin, my physio...
knew what I was going through just from his hands.
And one day, after a session, I broke down.
I burst out crying, like a little boy.
And he looked at me and said:
"Do you want to get better?
Then don't add to your own misfortune. "
And suddenly I understood.
Look, Alma.
You can spend your whole life picking at the same old wound,
feeding the pain, no chance to heal.
But sometimes it's better to let things go.
Move on. Nourish what you have,
not what's gone.
You think I add to my own misfortune?
We all do. Some more, some less.
GERMANY
You haven't slept?
Germany.
Even the name makes me feel shorter than I am.
I know I'm not very smart, but I feel twice as dumb here.
They're all so tall...
And they speak great English.
Must be something they put in the sausages.
Have you got the address of the church?
An activist group has been denouncing RRR for a long time.
They loved your story. Their logo stinks!
Tell me when you get there.
- Think someone might steal it? - No.
It could be a big hit right here next to the Rhine.
With boats passing by, like New York.
- Yeah, right. - Sure.
Thought we're going to a church?
First we have to sign papers in an office.
Holy shit!
That's our tree.
What the fuck is it doing here?
Where's the minister? Are we meeting him here?
No.
What?
You mean...
there's no minister?
No minister, no church,
no Holy Willie who died in Valencia and we're not getting the tree back?
Is that it?
Sometimes your lips stick fast. You said so yourself.
Okay, back home, Rafa. Your lips stick fast.
But not in fucking Dusseldorf!
What the hell are we doing here?
Well, Alma? What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
Somebody explain to me what we're doing here.
- Let's go. - What are we doing here?
- Can't you see she's in shock? - She's in shock?
I'm in fucking shock!
- What are we doing here? - Let's go.
Don't fuck with me!
Get your hands off, please. Hands off.
Do we have permission to take the tree or not? Tell me.
Are you telling me we drove up over a thousand miles
in a forty-ton truck to pick up this giant tree
without permission?
Hey!
Okay, okay...
This tree belongs to my family! This tree is ours!
Get your fucking hands off me!
I'm leaving! I'm leaving on my own!
Let me go! That's enough!
This is our tree! Let me go!
Get off me.
Alma.
Alma, tell me what we're fucking doing here.
Leave her alone.
What the fuck is going on here?
Let's hear it.
You didn't know, right?
I had a feeling.
A feeling? You're joking me.
What? I guessed but I wasn't sure.
Since when?
From the very start.
So I'm the only dickhead once again.
Driving up here like a happy donkey
you two laughing at the dunce?
Why didn't you say anything?
Why didn't you?
Why didn't you tell me to piss off?
Why didn't you? I was going to hitchhike, Rafa! Why?
Fuck! How can you be so stupid?
How? You lost your job! For what? Tell me!
Why?
Look at me, shit! Why?
I hate you. I hate you.
And I hate you too. You can both go fuck yourselves.
Piss off back home in your stupid truck!
I tried to tell you! Don't you see? I tried, shit!
I tried to tell you in the cafeteria. What a pair of dickheads!
Dickheads!
Let me get this straight.
It's our fault?
It appears so.
You must really like her.
It appears so.
I feel so...
deceived, Alma. So betrayed.
I'm so sick of everyone treating me like a prick.
But that's what I am, a prick.
For trusting you.
I've always loved you to bits, since you were this high.
And you couldn't trust me?
Look at me.
Me!
What was the plan?
I've never felt so insignificant in my whole life.
Never.
I'm going back to the truck.
Then I'm going home, with or without you both.
I'm a stupid dickhead!
Stupid statue!
Stupid life!
Dickhead!
Where is she?
She says she won't move until she talks to the owner of the tree.
Who does she fucking think she is, Mahatma Gandhi?
You're serious?
What a family. What a bloody family!
Fine, I'm leaving. It's over.
I'm getting in that truck and going home, with or without you both.
You got that?
That's what she said. That you and I should go home.
Fine, that settles it.
Let's go.
Come on.
What a girl.
Come on.
What a bloody girl!
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Look.
Thanks for your support, Sole.
We're camping outside the building until they talk to us.
Alma...
Dad.
Thanks for telling me.
How is Grandad?
Please, don't stop talking to him.
Don't stop.
Okay.
Their spokesperson contacted me. Said there's nothing to talk about.
They won't see you.
I'm not leaving until I talk to them.
If they won't talk, they'll have to listen.
HYPOCRITES LIARS
Luis!
Can you hear me?
What?
Okay.
Good job we brought the truck.
I'm sorry, Grandad.
I'm sorry.
I did everything I could, I really did.
Look.
It's from our tree. I found it.
And we're going to replant it.
And this time we'll take care of it, I promise.
I love you so much, Grandad.
I'll always love you.
Let's go to the olive grove, Dad.
No.
I feel too ashamed.
No right to be there.
I have no right...
Can you imagine what life will be like in 2,000 years?
Let's see if we can do it a little better this time.
THE OLIVE TREE