Based on a true story
Sierra Morena, Cordova, 1954
Among Wolves
Here, you goats!
Marquitos!
Come for a bath in the lake.
Don't be afraid. It doesn't hurt!
Well, let's go!
Does it still hurt?
Not anymore.
Jump! The water is warm!
Come on, jump, you haven't touched the water all winter.
It's cold!
It is cold.
Let's go.
Do you think she sees us?
Who?
Mom.
Of course, she sees everything.
How do you know?
Father Antonio said.
Those who lead good lives on earth
go straight to heaven.
Well, then
that witch, our stepmother won't go.
Hey, the goats!
Come on!
Dear, dear!
Nino, come!
I want you to come here!
Vanity!
Back!
Get out of here, go away!
Don't leave me.
Let go, release it!!
Get out!
Go away, go away!
You okay?
And Lucero?
Let's go home.
What the hell happened?
When we went back
wolves attacked the herd, and...
... and killed five goats.
Five?
Fuck Satan, this is our rent!
Where have you left them?
What are we to eat now, the dog?
We couldn't do anything.
I don't want your excuses.
You two are useless. Dogs could watch the goats better than you!
And on top of that, you woke the baby.
Out of here!
I don't want to see you anymore!
Out!
Don't hit us!
Here comes Dad.
Where are the children?
They should be in hell.
Wolves killed five goats.
Lord!
How will you pay the landlord?
We will have to move from here.
And where will we go?
We don't even have a place to go when we're dead.
Look Juan,
get the money any way you have to, but I'm not leaving here.
I have no strength.
Don't you see we have nothing to eat?
And what the fuck do you want?
Sell them.
They are old enough.
Easy for you to say as they are not yours!
Nene,
collect your things, we are going somewhere.
Where?
To the Master.
Why?
Do not ask unnecessary questions, and be quick.
Okay, but Juanillo's coming with me.
No way. He stays.
Without Juanillo, I'm not going.
You will leave now, child.
Go, go. Gather your things.
Please, Juanillo, don't let them to take me away.
Come here.
Come on, boy, come on.
To hell with that devil!
Let go of him now.
No! I will not go without Juanillo
Let him go, can't you hear me!?
Don't touch me!
I don't have all day.
Marquitos!
Father, let me!
Down boy!
Let me go!
Easy, boy!
Juanillo!
Go!
Marqitos!
Juanillo, run!
Father, Father!
Wait!
Don't leave me!
Marqitos!
Run, run!
Markita!
Come in.
With your permission Don Ornesto?
What do you want?
I am bringing you my son.
What is your name, boy?
Marqitos.
I am told that you have a way with the goats.
He handles them well.
He grew up among them.
Ceferino.
Ceferino!
I hear you, Don Ornesto.
Tomorrow you take this boy to the old man.
As you say, sir.
Be careful not to scratch my boots.
Sorry.
Nothing more, Ceferino, and get my horse ready.
At your service, Don Ornesto.
So...
the arrangement for the goats is settled, Don Ornesto?
At this stage, yes.
But the next time you're out on the street.
Is that clear?
Yes, sir.
Lately the wolves have been causing many problems, and...
Stop with the wolves, Hocicotocino.
It is sufficient that I allow you to use the house and the horse.
God bless you for many years!
Did you know: I am here to serve you.
Dad!
Where are you going?
Home.
And me?
Come on, pony, come on.
Doroteo!
Just a moment.
Let's go.
Doroteo!
Doroteo, you animal!
What the fuck have you done?
Nothing, Don Ceferino.
The Venancia I have had since the day I was born, and...
I had to pull the child.
Oh, and?
Nothing, it is born alive and healthy.
Do not complain too much, there are many much worse than you.
One thing, Don Ceferino...
If you do not mind before you go...
If you could leave me some wheat grains...
Fuck me, Doroteo!
You need to play the harlot less
and work more.
Got it?
Let's go.
Pizquilla, leave.
Hopefully wolves will eat them in these cursed mountains.
Go faster! Why are you waiting?
Good evening, Ceferino.
God speed!
What are you doing here so late, Sergeant?
Some pigs were stolen from the farm of Don Martin.
He says it is the work of the Balilla.
Have you heard anything?
Nothing. But do not worry: If hear anything
I will put the knowledge to good use.
Didn't you know, the pig's just an excuse
to stop that bastard.
In addition, Don Martin
offers a good reward.
How good?
Around 20,000 pesetas.
20,000 pesetas...
Let's go.
Good night and happy hunting!
Go with God!
Son of a bitch Balilla.
You've heard of him?
He is a bandit.
The biggest bastard of south of Despenya Perros.
When the war ended, he fled to the mountains
and ever since has robbed anyone he's laid eyes on.
Pray then he does not lay eyes on you.
Look, boy.
The Valley of Silence.
There are people who have the balls to live there.
Let's go down.
Let's go, Come on!
Good morning, Don Antanasio.
I see life in the mountains favors you.
Ha, it's the same fucking mess, as bad as ever, eh??
Here I will leave you a little wheat to see you through the summer.
Well, then I'll be back in autumn for the goats.
And the other bag?
If you tell me where Balilla is hiding, it's all for you.
Excuse me!
Oh... and care of this child.
I have brought him to help you with the goats.
Put it around your neck.
As goats go into the barn,
count out as many pebbles to put in the other tin.
Got it?
If you have any stones left over
it means not all the goats are here.
You will need to find them.
Yes, sir.
Go!
Sir, all are here!
Sir?
Out, out!
Out!
Who's there?
You sleep there.
Goat!
Come on, my little one!
I got you.
Come here, Miner.
Boy!
Close the corral.
Hey, goat do not run away!
Quiet, Lunara.
Boy, come here!
Did a snake bite it?
No, it has a broken leg.
Bring me sticks to make a splint,
a bit of rock rose and a little spurge.
Relax, Lunara, quiet...
When this is healed you will be bouncing around the mountains again.
Ah, Lunara, Lunara
... quiet.
Hold it there.
Spurge helps bruises.
Now take it to the cave.
Go and fetch little rosemary.
Sir, a wolf!
Where?
Out there.
I was eating a rabbit
and the wolf appeared and pulled it away.
Well, thankfully
you had the rabbit.
Otherwise he would have eaten you.
We must be very careful
with lone wolves.
Go.
Now.
Drop him.
Stay there.
Now come here.
But do not take your gaze from him.
Now you know
how to proceed.
Before the attack
they quickly run about
sometimes once, sometimes more than once,
several times
and rub against you
in order to make you panic.
And when the wolf attacks
he bites the throat
and everything is done.
Did they ever do anything to you?
When I first got here
they killed one goat, then another.
But then
I got to know them, and now
they respect me.
How did you accomplish this?
As you have just done
I gave them food.
Place it well.
Drop it through the hole.
Come on! Go on.
Again
thrushes settle
in the horsehairs.
Lone-wolf is tempting.
Not a day passed, without her beating me.
She never loved me.
Or my brother.
And my father
failed to stand up to her.
Here with you, I like it.
Who's there?
There is no danger.
It is the Balilla.
Pablito, you stay watching
Well, as always:
he has robbed of property Don Samuel
and killed the guards.
All birds eat wheat but the sparrow always gets the blame.
My whole fucking life I have spent fighting for justice.
And for what?
To end this way?
We have become fugitives.
Four days without sleep.
Doroteo told us yesterday,
that 50 gendarmes are looking for us.
Now I understand the bastard.
Who?
Ceferino
He would have left me five bags of wheat.
You know what I said?
That he would give them to me, if I told him
where you were hiding.
Bastard!
He has always hated me!
Since his brother was killed,
he got it into his head it was me.
When Don Cerefino came here
he said the civil guard.
They were looking for you.
They said you stole pigs from Don Martin.
Damn!
They asked Don Ceferino,
if he knew anything about you.
And what happened?
They said they would continue to hunt you
and would reward anyone who helped locate you.
I will put my knife into his throat, right through to the lungs.
Let's go.
Stay a little longer to rest, Balilla.
No. The civil guard could arrive at any moment.
Take this.
Mechote, take it.
Be careful.
Atanasio.
And you?
What about me?
Why do you live alone?
Have you no family?
No.
My wife and my children
were killed during the war.
I was in the mountains, grazing goats
and I heard the explosion.
I knew something bad had happened
and ran towards home.
When I got home, I wanted to die.
Only my Tomas survived.
He had gone out to the streets to fight.
I lost everything else.
Everything I loved or wanted.
Then I came here.
And now here I am, alone with my grief
... I have been saved here.
Lord!
I got it!
Boy!
Take the goats down.
I will stay here, I don't feel very well.
Can I get you some milk?
No, I don't want anything.
I don't want to eat.
Well, until the evening.
Wolf!
Atanasio!
What has happened to me!
You're not going to believe it!
You are too warm.
Yes.
Take the herbs, bring them to a boil and give them to me.
The faster, the better.
I don't want to leave this place.
Get out, this is not for you!
Wolf.
Atanasio!
Sir...
... Why did you come here?
It was very hot...
... And here the air runs a little cool.
Are you still in pain?
Yes.
Boy...
... I am leaving.
Where? You can not walk!
Far away.
I will be gone a long time.
Then I will come with you.
Why?
To be with my mother.
Listen:
If he manages to survive
somehow
and you meet him.
Who?
Balilla
Do not be afraid
that is my son
my Tomas.
Take this.
This will protect you.
And do not allow
the fire to be extingushed.
Come on, Miner.
Shoo!
Atanasio!
What has become of him, the old fart?
Caragorda, go up there and see if you see anything.
Atanasio, you old scoundrel, I don't have all day!
Did you leave your goats unattended?
What have you decided, to play hide and seek?
Hey, boss!
Come see this.
Damn!
I already knew that you had little time.
Let's go, there's no one here?
Damn, he's dead! Take the goats.
He died without a word.
- Come here! - No!
You will tell me, where is Balilla hiding?
- Let me go! - Where is Balilla?
- I don't know! - Well, look at you!
The old man helped him, right?
I don't know anything.
I shit on your life and piss in your mother's milk!
Let me go!
Hell, boy!
We will see who is stronger.
Enough! Do not shoot!
Don Ceferino, one escaped.
Relax, he was mortally wounded.
Caragorda, check the horses.
Yes sir, boss.
Let's go, Manuel.
Quick.
Let's go.
Wolf.
Wolf?
Here, eat a little.
Look what I brought you.
Now you will recover.
You'll see.
Quiet, little wolf,
Nothing will happen to you.
You'll see that you will feel at home.
Fly!
I am badly wounded.
Take this
I have three bullets left.
Stay here.
They will follow my trail.
Search, dog, look!
He is there, let's go!
Drop the knife.
Throw it!
Where is Balilla?
Tell me, or I'll kill you.
Where is Balilla hidding?
Where?
Balilla you asshole!
Soon you will come to us.
It's as if the earth has swallowed him.
Damn, how has he escaped?
I have no idea.
We looked verywhere.
- Ramirez. - Yes, Sergeant.
Look along the river until dark.
Whatever you say.
And you take over the mountains.
Calm down, Sergeant,
before sunset he will be in police custody.
Caragorda, you go with them.
Manuel.
You and I will go to Doroteo's hut,
it is plain to see that he knows more than he is saying.
Let's go.
Listen to me. Tomorrow, as the sun rises
take your stuff and your family and get out of here.
But... why?
Because I Don Ornesto say so.
But Don Ceferino, in God's Name
I have lived here all my life.
My wife and my children are buried here.
How can you compel me to be separated from them?
This is Don Ornesto's order.
There is only one way you can help.
Tell me.
Tell where the fuck Balilla is hiding.
Don Ceferino I told you a thousand times
I swear on the deaths of all my relatives who are buried here
I don't know, where Balilla is.
Then, take everything, a pity.
I know where you'll find him, Don Ceferino.
Pizquilla, go inside, this is not your affair.
Where, Pizquilla?
Where dammit!?
Many nights he spent in the one-eyed's hut.
Where all his friends are buried.
He is there.
Damn!
Boss, boss!
I want to come with you?
And what the hell does this have to do with that savage?
How do you know that he has stayed in the one-eyed's hut?
I don't...
but tonight is a full moon.
And the fog descends, Father.
Alonso!
I do not care at all!
Sergeant!
Where is Don Ceferino?
Don't worry about the boss, Caragorda
He is already in the village getting drunk on wine, for sure.
Shut up!
Forty-five years after he was arrested by the gendarmerie,
Marcos lived among people and knows
that the best years of his life were those
that he spent with the wolves
Translation: SKIE theriot