Ghost Graduation (2012) Movie Script
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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?
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.
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.
SLUPink 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.
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...
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.
"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
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?
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.
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.
SLUPink 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.
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...
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.
"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