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GHOST GRADUATION
CLASS OF 93/94
You hear what I said? I said you trippin'.
"You trippin'. You know I ain't lyin',"
"your ugly face ain't flyin', your class is borin',"
my balls are punchin'.
I asked you aboutthe Generation of 1927.
The Generation of 1927?
"Generation of 1927,"
"AK-47, 747, pop your ugly ass straight to fucking heaven."
What?
"Fuck you, douchebag."
"Yo, respect!"
"Modesto, have you got a second?"
MODESTO SUCKS
"We're making progress, Modesto."
Every school in the area has fired me.
But you don't see dead people anymore.
We still need to pinpoint the problem.
"Dead people are buried in the ground, right? In holes."
It's time to accept their existence.
Dead people?
The hole. It's the hole that scares you.
"And the hole, my dear Modesto, is your anus."
How can I put this...? You're gay.
I'm not gay.
Sure you are. Repeat after me:
"""I'm gay and there's no such thing as ghosts."""
I put this kid through college for nothing.
"No, wait!"
Shit!
Ghosts appear
in Shakespeare's work
to remind the hero that he has yet to complete his mission in life.
"Open your books to Hamlet, Act 1, Scene XI."
"Elsa, can you read, please?"
"I am your father's spirit,"
"doomed for a certain time to walk the night..."""
An awful translation.
In English we can appreciate how wonderful it sounds.
"I am your father's spirit,"
"doomed for a certain time to walk the night..."""
And day A day And day...
"No, that's not it."
Here it is.
Edu!
"Hey, Edu!"
Why are you eating that crap?
I promised your parents we'd watch your cholesterol.
Edu.
Principal.
Ma'am!
Ma'am...
Otegui.
"I don't want to disturb you,"
but I'm worried about Desiree's Mother's Day drawing.
- It's Mommy. - Let me see.
How pretty!
I see she smokes. She has a cigar in her mouth.
"It's not a cigar, it's a turd."
It's a turd.
I'd like to speak to the art teacher.
He quit last month.
- Another one? How many is that? - I don't know.
Eight. I've been keeping track.
"Teachers quitting, accidents, students having nightmares..."
"As the only remaining member of the Parents' Association,"
I'd like to volunteer to help save the school.
"That's okay, Otegui. I have everything under control."
"Ma'am, the chairlady of the school board is waiting in your office."
What for?
She must have heard the Lit teacher tried to kill himself.
Nine!
"Miss Escalonilla,"
the school board is extremely uneasy
about recent events at Monforte.
"Don't worry, we have plenty of substitute teachers."
Many parents have talked about chaos at the school.
I'd say you're up against a group of rowdy students.
I'm aware of that...
"Ma'am, if it pleases the court..."
This isn't a courtroom. I don't even know who you are.
"Jose Maria Otegui, President of the Parents' Association"
and Miss Escalonilla's new assistant.
- My assistant? - That's right.
I can vouch for the excellent job she's done here at Monforte.
I was here when her father founded the school.
You mean back when the school made all the front pages.
"Well, that was unfortunate."
- An accident. - It should have been closed then.
I want this school running like a convent by the end of the semester.
"Don't worry, we'll have this school flying high again in no time."
I bet you will. Take me to the casino.
Bye!
"Thanks for your help, Otegui."
Anything for Monforte. The institution comes first.
- Right. - Even before you.
"You have a great resume, plenty of experience..."
But why so many schools in such a short time?
Because none of them... were good enough.
I knew it. You belong here. You're just what we need.
"Someone professional, competent, responsible..."
Not someone insecure and mentally unstable.
Are you insecure and mentally unstable?
Yes. No.
Yes or no?
No.
- You said yes before. - But then I said no.
In that case you'll do just fine.
"Excuse me, do you know where room 4B is?"
It's my first day.
"We were talking for three hours, hanging out."
I made up some bullshit and she bought it.
"Excuse me, 4B?"
"Sure, look."
The red door. Go up to the last floor.
"Take the stairs, they're being remodeled but that's okay."
All the way to the end.
There's an abandoned library. That's 4B.
- Thanks. - Anytime.
You guys are jack asses.
This is 4B?
Where should I...?
"Princess, the books."
"Yeah, I need to know what book you're using."
Thanks.
- He's not scared. - What?
"Jorge, the chair."
Nothing.
Get the skeleton.
Where's the new teacher?
He hasn't shown up. Can we bail?
Why isn't he scared?
He probably came from a public school.
Closer.
What are you doing?
He talked to us.
"You guys, I think the new teacher..."
talked to me.
- Modesto. - I'm leaving.
Already?
- I'm not interested. - But why?
"I lied. I'm unstable. Very unstable, like jello."
Tell me why. Don't leave like this.
"Modesto, at least tell me what this is about."
"The interview went well, right?"
Was it something I said?
IN MEMORIAM - 1986
"Modesto, tell me what you saw!"
- You see? He can see us! - I can't see anything!
Shit!
Hi.
Apparently your address is the only thing true on your resume.
"No, please. Wait."
We need to talk.
Please...!
"You saw something, didn't you?"
I have to see my therapist.
I need your help.
Strange things are happening at the school.
He's very good. By good I mean expensive.
You don't need a therapist. I saw it with my own eyes.
What did you see?
"I don't know, you tell me."
"This one had a huge belly, like she's pregnant."
That's right! Marivi was pregnant when she died.
You believe me?
Of course I do. I've tried everything.
"Mediums, parapsychologists, and nobody ever told me about them."
"Well, these..."
"Modesto, it's not your imagination."
They were students here 20 years ago.
Is that them?
"I don't know, I can't see anything."
- Did anyone hear you? - I don't think so.
We're safe in here.
Now concentrate. We have to be respectful about this.
You mean call them ma'am and sir?
They're here.
"-I'm out of here. - No, no."
We can't break the circle.
This isn't funny.
Put your hands on the glass.
Is anyone there?
YES
Are you of this world?
"Okay, who's going first?"
"Wake up, Romeo."
What?
"Snap out of it, bro."
- Short or long version? - Long version.
Short. The long version sucks.
Who are you?
"""I..."
am...
"Death."""
It's Death!
Death.
- I don't want to die a virgin. - You aren't a virgin.
"I know, but I don't want to die."
"Okay, come on."
Seriously. Who are you?
"Hi, Jorge."
I'm Elsa.
Hi.
Were you a student here?
What happened to you?
"It was at the school Christmas party, when my dad"
was still principal. We were celebrating in the gym.
"Except those five, who were punished in the library."
"No one knows how it started, but there was a fire..."
No fire alarm?
You couldn't hear it over the music.
They all died.
The school was never the same.
My dad wasn't either.
Is that them again?
How should I know?
"You can see them, can't you?"
You have to help me get rid of them or the board will close the school.
"You can communicate with them, convince them to leave."
Talk to them? To the ghosts?
"But that's crazy, right?"
You're not crazy.
You never have been.
You really mean it?
I'm not crazy?
I'm not crazy.
PRESS FOR GREEN
Hello?
I came to talk to you.
I know you're in here. I can see you.
I knew he could see us. I told you.
Hello.
I-know-who-you-are.
I'm-here-to-help-you.
Why-are-you-talking-like-that?
"We're-ghosts, not retards."
Finally one can see us and he's stupid.
- Why can You see us? - Have You got superpowers?
"-Are there more like you? - Look, feel. He's happy."
"Please, one at a time."
"-You're Marivi, right? - Yeah."
- You're... - Knocked up.
Pregnant.
But I should have had him 24 years ago.
- He's taking his time. - How Did that happen?
Easy. She's a slut and her boyfriend was a dumb-ass.
"-Don't talk shit about my Chema. - Easy, ladies."
"I love you, man. Let's party tonight at Pacha."
What's with him?
He was drunk when he died and he stayed that way.
"This party is eternal, bro."
"Pink Floyd, this dude is full of baloney."
"Sorry, kid."
"Nobody says ""dude"" and ""baloney"" anymore."
"Oh, yeah?"
Do students still punch their teachers in the face?
That's as popular as ever. But let's calm down.
I'm only here to help.
Why are you here? Why don't you leave?
We're fine right here. Where do you want us to go?
"I don't know how this works, but..."
isn't there a light at the end of the tunnel?
"No, just some clown who came to bust our balls."
"Okay, maybe I didn't make myself clear."
That's an order.
Excuse me.
Go ahead and pop you ankle back into place first.
Anytime.
VOICES FROM BEYOND
I need your help.
I'm all ears.
I need your help.
I'm all ears.
- Are You talking to me? - Yes.
It's a miracle! Finally you notice me!
I have a problem with some rowdy students.
You mean special? Special and handsome?
Rowdy in what sense?
They're dead. Dead bored.
Rebellious? Rebellious and handsome?
My son is a twit. But are you sure you're not gay?
They make your hole tingle?
The patient continues to suppress his homo-erotic impulses.
Remember to buy skim milk.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
"Okay, we'll talk later, Modesto."
"Wait, Modesto. Wait a second."
"You're finally talking to me, don't leave now."
I can help you.
Should I take advice from a suicidal therapist?
I need to talk to someone. I'm sick of listening to wackos.
"Not you, of course."
"Tell me, what's their problem?"
The same as yours.
"-They're sick of my son? - No, they're dead."
And what business have they left unfinished?
Unfinished business.
Ghosts who stay in this world have something to finish.
What's yours?
"Plant a tree, write a book,"
have a kid who isn't an imbecile.
I have no idea. Some people know and others find out later.
But we all need to finish it to move on.
"These don't have unfinished business,"
they have to finish high school.
What is this?
"""Essential reading list, assignment chart, schedules..."""
This looks like...
It's the senior year syllabus. I missed you!
You're joking.
No. I checked and I know what's wrong with you.
When someone dies and gets left here it's because they have
unfinished business.
And this is yours.
You must be sick of this place by now.
No.
"No one stays in high school forever, dead or alive."
You don't want to go somewhere else?
"Yeah, I want to go to Pacha."
I want to find my Chema.
He probably couldn't get over me and killed himself.
"Sure, he might be dead. You see? Positive thinking."
- Then what we need to do is... - Pass your senior year.
"-We're not going to study now. - Look, everybody settle down."
I want to help you.
We'll start with something light. How about literature?
- Yes. - Okay.
"Angela,"
open your book to page five and read.
"""20th Century Literature, Section One. Introduction."
"Anguish is the defining theme in 20th century literature..."""
"Yes, Dani?"
"Yeah, I have a question. You know what a ""nutcracker"" is?"
"Nutcracker, nutcracker!"
"Nutcracker,"
nutcracker!
What if he's right?
Excuse me?
What if we pass and we get out of here?
The bookworm has spoken.
"Angela, we're not going anywhere."
That wacko is lying.
"He's not a wacko, he can see you."
"So what? We like this place, don't we?"
See those girls over there?
Are they hot or what?
"If you were alive, they wouldn't give you the time of day."
But now...
Watch this.
What are you doing?
"I need to possess somebody. Please, teach me how."
I possessed too many of them when I was alive.
- How was it? - Awesome.
- Does it hurt the first time? - Not at all.
What about the living? It's their body.
The living? Fuck the living.
Here's the old file.
How about a massage? A quick rub-down might hit the spot.
"No, thanks, Manuela."
I remember that boy. Daniel Franqueza. What a shame.
One of the kids from the fire.
"Blessed Virgin, you don't think..."
Things have been creepy here lately. I don't know who to pray to.
"I have St. Rita, the Sacred Heart of Jesus,"
a Hanuman mask and an Assyrian Pazuzu.
"I'd have Mohammed, but I can't find a photo."
That's okay. I just like comparing today's students to back then.
"This Dani, for example."
"Assaulting classmates, disrespecting maintenance staff..."
A real gem.
They're all rotten. My sister's kid is a Latin King.
He rhymes and his pants hang like he took a dump.
Right. But I think this case is special.
They always are.
I've seen three generations of kids walk these halls
and they're all the same.
Dummies listening to music on their headphones all day long.
What's that?
- It's to play music. - Where's the cassette?
No cassette. And a thousand songs fit.
The bitch is rewinding it with a pen.
Will you play something modern?
- Have You been a good girl? - Yes.
Let's see how you like this.
- What is this? - It's called reggaeton.
"Like salsa, but raunchier."
- You don't like it? - No.
You're into classic stuff.
How about this?
- That's more like it. - What memories.
Chema and I danced to this all the time.
Got any Wham?
George Michael was hot stuff. He probably married Miss Universe.
"No, I think he's still single."
"Sure, I bet he sleeps around."
What about Nacha Pop?
I loved Nacha Pop. They split up. Antonio Vega died.
- What about Antonio Flores? - Dead.
- Michael Jackson? - Dead.
"Damn, no wonder the music is all crap."
"The best people, we all died."
I was a huge fan of Michael Jackson.
I dreamt of sleeping at his ranch as a kid.
What else has changed?
Since 1986?
"Well, Spain won the World Cup. We're the world champions."
You want to hear about it?
There's this little short guy from Albacete named Iniesta...
"Iniesta passes to himself, splits two defenders and shoots..."
Not again!
"Damn, I missed Spain winning the World Cup."
"And basketball, and tennis, and Formula One..."
We even hosted the Olympics.
I'm too drunk to process it all.
Know what I miss?
"Going to a bookstore, buying a new book..."
And smelling the pages like freshly baked bread.
I miss my Chema.
All that hair like Don Johnson.
And I miss pounding another drink. Just one more.
"Well, two more."
"What's wrong with you guys? We're invisible,"
"we can move stuff, walk through walls..."
"-This isn't a life, Dani. - Yes, it is."
"No, it isn't."
"Life is Marivi's boyfriend, Angela's books... This is something else."
You guys are right. This sucks.
I want to pass and get out of here.
- I'm in. - Me too.
Great.
"No, no. Don't touch me."
You guys are pathetic.
"Sir, as class delegate..."
You're class delegate? Who says?
I was always the delegate.
Are there any other candidates?
Me.
"Okay, Pink Floyd."
"As a candidate, what do you think of me being the delegate?"
- Cool. - Perfect.
"Sir, as class delegate,"
I'm pleased to inform you on behalf of myself and my classmates
that we happily accept your proposal.
Is this a joke?
No.
We want to get out of here.
"Okay, okay. I have another one. The teachers' lounge."
THERE TOO.
There too?
"I swear, in 9th grade, with Belen Royuela."
"Feathered hair, shoulder pads... Ultra-modern."
How about you?
Me? No.
The boys at this school gross me out.
"I'd turn lesbian, but I like the girls even less."
"Sure, you're all talk."
If I were alive I'd have taken you to town already.
"Honey, if you were alive I wouldn't have noticed you."
"Yeah, right."
"Come on, I'm irresistible."
I can see right through you.
"That M is wrong, I already told you."
I think we should be more careful with staff selection.
I don't like that new teacher.
"Who, Modesto?"
I saw him talking to himself.
"Yeah, he likes to rehearse before class."
That's not all he likes to rehearse. I saw him whacking off on a tree.
What's up? Did somebody die?
"It's for Founder's Day, the most important event of the year,"
and I'm organizing it.
Founder's Day? What do they do?
Bring out tanks and have the kids parade back and forth?
"It's a tribute to her dead father, dumbshit."
I'm sure it's a very nice party.
It's not a party.
It's a tribute we do for my father each year on the last day of school.
You should throw a party.
Need I remind you of what happened at Monforte's last party?
Don't remind me.
We need to invite the chairlady...
"Otegui, let's not risk it. If it backfires I'm dead."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure everything is perfect."
"Next year, Otegui. All right?"
- I have to pick up Desiree. - Otegui...
You have a beautiful voice.
"Oh, Dani. You can laugh at them, but don't make fun of me."
Seriously. I don't know why you never joined the choir.
"It was my dream, but my parents wouldn't let me."
They said it took away from my study time.
"Well, I don't see your parents here."
"Besides, nobody will hear you anyway."
- What is that? - What is what?
That.
Shit.
It's Death!
Give me the chairlady of the school board.
"Angela told me what you did. Dude, what's your problem?"
"Dude, I don't know? You tell me."
Screwing the living is different from screwing each other.
How would you know? You're kissing that teacher's ass the whole time.
He's only trying to help us.
- I thought we were a team. - A team?
"You're going solo, chasing that living girl around everywhere."
- That's not true. - No?
"Dani, don't even think about it."
Dani...
"Dani, don't."
Dani.
Dani!
"Don't worry, you've still got the Ouija board."
And what have you got?
"""I wish you were alive so I could kiss you."""
"""Sometimes without you realizing"
"I sneak up on you and nibble your ear."""
"""I'd give anything to be inside you."""
"""I wish I were alive..."""
"Good lord, a sleazy chatroom with a dead guy."
"I'm sorry, Lord. I'm just so lonely..."
"""Sometimes..."""
"""I sneak up on you..."""
"""And nibble your ear..."""
Science.
Question. For one point.
What science is the study of blood?
"-Marivi. - ""Bloodology."""
Rebound?
Hematology.
Another point for Angela. That makes eight.
"Next question. Concentrate. Literature,"
two points.
What was Damaso Alonso talking about
when he called Madrid a city of one million cadavers?
Pink Floyd?
A zombie plague?
There were no zombies in Generation '27.
"Or the discovery of America, or the French Revolution."
- There's no such thing as zombies. - Or ghosts. No shit.
Rebound?
He was talking about how sad life was in Madrid after the war.
"It's from ""Children of Wrath."""
What? I've been hearing this crap in the halls for 20 years.
"Sorry to interrupt, everybody."
Got a second? We have a problem.
Look how the puppy dog runs off when his master calls.
"Dude, where were you?"
- What is it? - It just came.
The chairlady confirmed she's attending Founder's Day.
- Why did you invite her? - I didn't.
Well then?
Otegui.
If they're here something is bound to go wrong.
She'll fire me and I'll lose my father's school...
"Don't worry, it's okay."
"Things are better, even Dani started studying."
That's not enough. They have to be gone by Founder's Day.
I'll find a way to pass them before that.
- You promise? - No.
Modesto...
Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?
This school is falling apart.
My father would roll over in his grave if he saw it.
Don't say that.
He's sitting right next to you.
He says he's proud of you.
You can see him?
"No, I'm kidding."
But I'm sure that's what he thinks. Another cupcake?
"Do you think they're happy? Dead people, I mean."
"I imagine it's like being alive. Some are happy,"
some are sad...
Some are little pricks...
"I think the bad thing isn't dying, it's not living life to the fullest."
"You, for example."
What's the craziest thing you've done lately?
"I underwent psychiatric treatment, that's pretty crazy."
"I mean spontaneous, something you don't normally do."
"For example, would you dance right now if I asked you to?"
Yes.
"Dance with me, Modesto."
We need to study.
We need to study more.
There's no time to waste.
You little pricks!
We were only trying to help you out.
We put her on a platter for you.
You're too soft. Women like to be treated rough.
Rough? I'll show you rough.
SLUT
Pink Floyd!
"Stop touching the calendar, would you?"
It's occupied!
- You've been in there for an hour! - Let us in.
I ate a kiwi and I look totally fat.
"Come on, we'll puke real quick and go."
"I can't, I'm shooting up."
You're crazy. Heroin is totally out.
I'm sick of this place.
Me too.
That's why I'm getting out of here.
I'm leaving.
How about I go with you?
What do you mean?
"I have no guy friends, or girl friends,"
or boyfriend... I'm bored.
What then? Kill yourself for me?
I'm afraid of commitment.
"Hey, don't flatter yourself. It wouldn't be my first time."
"Damn, you're screwed up."
Well? When do we do it?
"All right, class. It's time."
It's been a pleasure being your teacher.
I've had a lot of fun teaching you
and you gave it your all.
"No matter what happens,"
I'm very proud of you.
Hi.
Is Jorge here?
- Jorge? - Yeah.
I just want to wish him luck.
Jorge?
Anyway...
I love you.
"See you soon, okay?"
Bye.
"What did she mean by ""See you soon""?"
"If you really like her, don't do anything stupid."
What do you know?
You're the one who runs away whenever the principal gets close.
You can turn over your exams.
"Pink Floyd, here."
"Please, try to concentrate. Copy this."
I've corrected your exams and calculated your average grade.
Angela...
Yes.
A+.
Yes!
"Jorge, C."
Yes!
"Marivi, B+."
Yes!
"Pink Floyd, I don't know how you did it, but you got a C-."
Though your handwriting...
- Try writing drunk some time. - Dani...
"Dani, I don't understand."
Your answers were lazy.
You left questions unanswered.
You knew the Damaso Alonso question and you left it blank.
You got a D.
But you did try hard in class.
So I'm giving you a C-. You all pass.
You did it.
I think you're leaving.
I can feel Michael.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"
That's supposed to be angels in heaven?
You sound like a herd of goats.
This is heaven? What a dump!
Where's Michael Jackson?
- What happened? - What did we do wrong?
Technically you all passed senior year.
Technically we studied our asses off.
"-you lied to us. - Hold on, wait."
- I told you guys. - Everybody calm down.
This is bumming me out.
"Somebody told me this works,"
- I swear. - Shut up!
You were screwing with us all along.
We're going to turn this school into a living hell.
How did it go?
Fine.
"Well, average."
Sorry. They're new.
I'm feeling much better.
I'll have you readmitted.
"Oh, well. I'll just extend your sick leave."
What do we do?
What's going on?
"It's okay, Otegui. Things are under control."
"Founder's Day is the day after tomorrow. This is his fault, right?"
Modesto has done nothing but help.
"Yeah, I can see that. Things have never been worse since he got here."
I don't know...
Are you all right?
What advice are you giving people?
- You're the worst therapist ever. - I know.
My father used to say the same thing.
"Besides, I psychoanalyzed myself. I'm gay."
"I'm sorry, but you're not right in the head."
I hate you.
"But hey, I love you too."
The hole!
- Jesus. - Please.
Somebody please get me out of here. I'd rather go to hell.
You said they'd leave if they passed.
I said they had unfinished business. Graduating was your idea.
Then what do they have to do?
Wanting to leave would be a start.
"They all wanted to. Well, except Dani."
Maybe you got under their skin.
Dead people can be the nastiest sons of bitches around.
"No, that was before. They trusted me. Well, except Dani."
What about guilt?
"In the end, dying is like going to therapy:"
You have to accept you're insane and hope the bill isn't too big.
Guilty? They have nothing to confess.
They weren't delinquents.
"Well, except..."
I know why they can't leave.
Hi.
"Modesto, thanks for coming. We were just talking about you."
My daughter is suicidal because of you.
She wants to join her boyfriend. Her dead boyfriend!
We don't want a crazy person teaching our kids.
"Hold on, I'm not crazy. I was crazy."
"Right, I saw you talking to yourself."
And don't make me tell everyone
about your tree fetish.
I was obliged to check references.
Here they are:
Modesto has been fired by seven schools
for his behavior.
"So what we're all wondering is,"
how did he get a job here at Monforte?
"Okay, you want the truth?"
I'll tell you the truth.
The truth is ever since I was a kid I've been able to help
special people.
People unlike you and me.
Poor people?
"No, people trapped between two worlds."
"-Western Saharans? - Dead people, damn it."
Are you finished?
I think you should gather your things and leave.
That's up to the principal.
She agrees. She just accepted our proposal.
All this time studying for nothing.
"I hate to say ""I told you so..."""
"Fine, I was wrong about passing your exams."
I'm sorry. But the unfinished business thing is true.
And you can't leave here until you finish it.
"I don't know what it is, that's up to you to find out."
"But if you're trapped here together,"
it must be because you have to leave together.
So maybe what we need to do is start thinking about
what you have in common.
"You're supposedly good friends, right?"
Let's see if you're really good friends like you say you are.
If you've really told each other everything.
Because one of you might be keeping a secret.
A secret which affects you all.
"If that's the case, it's time to come clean, isn't it?"
Shut up.
Why?
"I said shut up, damn it."
"Dani,"
"you know I admire you,"
but not because you're the toughest.
Maybe you think getting angry is brave.
But I think bravery is something else.
"Take it from me, I'm a chickenshit."
"I understand you're afraid, I would be too."
But they're your friends.
They deserve to know.
I only wanted to set off the fire alarm.
You started the fire?
It was you?
I wanted them to let us go to the party.
They were all having a blast and we were locked up in here.
You're a liar. I thought you were my pal.
Why didn't you say anything?
- I was scared. - Scared of what?
What if I leave here and end up somewhere worse?
Where are you going?
Home. I got fired.
"Modesto. Modesto, please. I'm sorry."
I had no choice. I can't lose my father's school.
It's your school now.
You know what the difference is between you and me?
It took a whole bunch of dead people to ruin my life.
It took only one to ruin yours.
"And watching ""Knight Rider."""
"My friends all noticed Kit, I noticed Michael Knight."
"That hair, furry chest, everything."
My father didn't notice and I didn't tell him to not disappoint him.
I knew. It wasn't his being gay that disappointed me.
- It was his being stupid. - Your father's very proud of you.
Really? I knew it.
"Hey, don't exaggerate."
- was he at my school musical? - No.
- In the last row. he cried. - Cried?
"It was ""The Sound of Music"" and he played the nanny."
"It was ""The Sound of Music"" and I played the nanny. I nailed it."
"Yeah, the best version of DO-RE-MI I've ever heard."
You know what I think?
If he wanted to leave he would have by now.
"He doesn't want to leave you alone, he's your father and he loves you."
"That's why he's there, right next to you."
- On the right. - Yours or mine?
Yours.
He's here to watch over you
and he'll never leave your side.
What a bastard. You nailed it.
I could never leave this dummy alone.
I can't remember.
TINA CALLING
"Modesto, it's Tina."
If you hear this message
"or any of the other 15 I left you, please call me back."
"Manuela, read this announcement over the loudspeaker."
All Monforte students
"who are not alive,"
"please meet the principal in the old library. I repeat,"
"all Monforte students who are not alive,"
please meet the principal in the old library.
Thank you.
A little voodoo could fix this in no time.
- You mean sacrificing chickens? - Just one.
Then no.
You eat chicken every day!
"I don't know what to do, guys."
I've called him a thousand times. He wants nothing to do with me.
And I don't blame him. We let him down.
Me more than anyone.
I need your help.
Help me.
You see? We're late.
I told you guys.
I miss him.
"And I know you do, too."
But I can't bring him back.
She's right. Modesto's the only one who ever tried to help us.
What do we do?
I have an idea.
"Spirits, leave the school alone. Take me instead."
Someone has to go in there.
Let me. That might be my unfinished business.
"I doubt it,"
but be my guest.
It's your first time. Shouldn't it be special?
It's my first time. That already is special.
"Go in, make the call and get out."
I'm Babylon's harlot!
This lady freaks me out.
It's no big deal.
"Quick, before she kills the chicken."
Cool.
Yeah?
Modesto? It's the older lady from administration.
Manuela?
"Yeah, that one."
Are you okay? You sound funny.
I'm calling because you have to come to school right away
to sign some very important papers.
My severance?
Severance? What's that?
"Yeah, right. Severance."
I already signed it.
"No, but..."
Damn!
"It's a different severance, much bigger."
"If Tina put you up to this, tell her I'm not coming back."
"No, this isn't about Tina. Well, sort of..."
"Tina asked me to call you, she's embarrassed because..."
"Well, dude, she says she's into you."
What?
She's into me?
What do you mean? Is that what she said?
To my face. She said Modesto is hot.
He gets my panties wet.
She said Modesto?
"Yeah, totally."
You swear?
"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."
"Well, I might come by later. Don't say anything, okay?"
"Awesome, dude. Catch you later."
"Honey,"
"I hope it was good for you, because I didn't feel a thing."
My chicken!
"If this doesn't work, we'll have to stay here forever."
This is all Dani's fault.
I don't see why he kept it from us for so long.
Sometimes people have trouble saying certain things.
"Certain things? Angela, it's his fault we're dead."
Maybe he was afraid of how we might react.
What?
"Angela Perez Blanco, why are you defending him?"
"-No, No, No. - No, No, No. Yes, yes."
And you have something to tell me.
This was my old locker.
"You should know, I didn't give this to you before"
because you've been a bitch to me all these years.
"Well, the night of the party"
Chema put this in my locker by mistake.
Chema? My Chema?
"Yeah, but I never read it. I just kept it to get back at you."
My letter!
"""I know it's weird I'm writing you,"
"but there are things I'm too scared to say to your face."""
He was so shy.
"""I'm going to London next year to study"
"and my uncle promised me a job in his bank when I get back."""
He was a keeper.
"""Getting married right now would ruin my future."
"And my parents can't know my girlfriend is pregnant."""
"Pink Floyd, give me that."
"""I'm not even sure the baby is mine."
"I think you better just forget me."""
I didn't know.
FOUNDER'S DAY
Ma'am.
"-Ma'am, hurry up. - I'm coming."
- Come on. - I'm coming.
The chairlady will be here any minute.
I'm coming!
"Cheer up, sweetie. Yesterday I took care of our problem."
Don't tell me you killed a chicken.
Even better. I humped a spirit.
This is the beginning of a new era for Monforte.
Your Excellency...
Mister Annoying.
You'll love our wonderful Founder's Day celebration
which I humbly organized myself.
"If you need anything, our highest ranking officials"
are at your service.
Yours truly and...
"Manuela, our secretary."
Your Highness.
What are you doing here?
"What am I doing here, she asks."
"Don't pretend, Manuela told me."
Told you what?
You're not mad at me?
You look gorgeous.
What are you doing?
Aren't you...?
"Teach, come back!"
Forgive us!
"We're sorry, Modesto."
- Stay! - Please.
What is he doing here?
- He came back to help us. - Is he crazy?
"He's not crazy, Otegui."
Extraordinary things are happening at this school.
You're crazier than he is.
"Otegui, please!"
Absolutely nothing is happening at this school.
You still don't believe me?
Stop this!
This is all your fault.
You're insulting the school board and your father's memory.
Leave him out of this.
I'm sick of you always talking about him.
He would never have approved of that circus and neither do I.
Get it into your head already.
"This school's principal is Tina Escalonilla,"
"not Antonio Escalonilla, and certainly not Jose Maria Otegui."
Jose Maria?
Chema? Is that you?
What happened to you? Your hair...
"You're a bastard, a coward and a son of a bitch!"
"Modesto, tell him he's a bastard, a coward and a son of a bitch."
The chairlady will see this disaster.
Tomorrow I'm proposing your termination.
Does the name Marivi Herrera ring a bell?
She's standing right next to you.
You got her pregnant and then dumped her.
The board would be very interested to hear about this.
The board is going to hear about some other things first.
Ma'am.
I'd like a word in private.
Can't anyone here respect these poor students trying to sing?
Do you mind?
This isn't going well.
I have an idea.
- What do You think? - It's beautiful.
But everyone's asleep. Can't you liven it up a bit?
You want another stampede? No.
Exactly the opposite.
I think you'll like this better.
I know you won't come.
Everything we had
time left behind.
I know you won't come back.
What happened to us
will never happen again.
A thousand years isn't enough...
Four bars and watch the changes.
...to erase you and forget.
"And here I am,"
trying to turn
"fields into cities,"
mixing sky and sea.
I know I let you get away.
I know I lost you.
Nothing will ever be the same.
A thousand years is enough...
...for you to forgive.
"Here I am,"
"loving you,"
"drowning in photos and albums, things and souvenirs"
I can't understand.
"I'm going crazy,"
"trading a foot for my own face, night for day"
and there's nothing I can do.
That's enough!
There's no place at Monforte for that sort of music.
This has gone too far.
"Chairlady, ma'am,"
strange things have been happening lately.
And it's the principal's fault. Tina Escalonilla
has for time now shown clear signs
of what can only be a severe mental imbalance.
- Are You okay? - Yeah.
Therefore I have proposed a series of changes
this school needs.
You gave me an idea.
First of all...
"...to help students get better grades,"
we'll require them to take drugs.
"Cocaine for exams,"
"uppers, speed, pot, LSD..."
All of them. As many as possible.
I know where to buy cheap.
"Second, a new required course:"
Sex Education.
But nothing stuffy.
With professionals.
Hookers and gigolos to teach students
useful things:
"cunnilingus, penetration from behind,"
fellatio...
"Oh, I almost forgot. Sex with animals."
And stuff for people who get off on poo.
"Third, a change of uniform."
This one is old-fashioned.
I propose nudism.
"I'm sorry, you guys."
This could be our official greeting.
Peek-a-boo!
That's why I think I should be principal next year.
"Thank you, Mr. Otegui. We appreciate your proposal."
To follow the sophisticated humor
"of the President of the Parents' Association,"
I'd like to thank the chairlady
for being here with us today.
Thank you very much.
"Oh, one more thing."
This school is bringing back an old tradition. The party.
Just look at them.
How can they wear those pants?
I can see your underwear!
"Damn, nice tits."
- Hi. - Hi.
The artist!
"Wow, you sure kept that quiet!"
I loved it. Even my baby was dancing.
- You liked it? - Very much.
Sing a summer hit.
Hi.
"Guys, I'm sorry. For everything I did."
You were awesome.
I was selfish.
"Well,"
we all are sometimes.
I have to go.
"-Pink Floyd, don't cry. - I'm forgiving him."
"No, no..."
"Elsa, look at me."
Modesto!
Elsa.
"Elsa, please."
Elsa.
"Elsa, please."
Jorge?
You're better-looking than in the photo.
Why did you do it?
Because I love you.
I love you too.
But you have your whole life ahead of you.
You have to experience everything I couldn't.
I want to be together.
We will some day. I promise.
He'll miss you too.
"Jorge, Angela, Marivi, Dani..."
"If you had unfinished business,"
I think you've more than finished it by now.
"-You're the last one, Pink Floyd. - Me?"
I don't have any goals. I just want to go to Pacha.
It's Pacha!
Modesto.
We have a problem.
I haven't got ID.
"Don't worry, I know the doorman."
"Come on, it's time to boogie!"
Are you people dead or what?
Here we go!
"You're lucky you can't see me, Blondie."
It's Pink Floyd.
What's wrong?
My head is killing me.
Like it's going to explode.
And my mouth is dry.
Super dry. Someone spiked my drink.
"Look at me, look at me."
- You feel like partying? - Partying?
I'll never drink again.
I just want to lie down until it goes away.
What you have is a huge hangover.
"Dim the lights, damn it."
This is it.
"Guys, I think you're leaving this time."
I hope they have a maternity ward up there.
It's moving a lot.
Teach.
Thanks.
"Dude, who gave you this shit?"
Modesto.
You know what the difference is between you and me?
No.
Me neither.
THE END