01x07 - Pan ensangrentado

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[woman talking
indistinctly over radio]

[gate buzzing]

Guard: You've been getting more
letters than the football players.

[indistinct newscast on radio]

♪ ♪

Arantxa: Hi, Joxe Mari.

Here's a picture
of me and Bittori.

She's very sick,

but she refuses
to get treatment.

See...

Arantxa: What's the point?

She's lost all joy anyway.

She says she's holding on

in hope that you'll come around.

It's her only wish.

So I'm begging you,

don't disappoint me
and apologize.

It would hurt me if you didn't.

[people clamoring]

[beep]

Woman [on radio]:
It's 8:00 a.m. right now,

7:00 a.m. in the Canary Islands.

As we've been reporting,
the Civil Guard

earlier tonight dismantled
ETA's Oria Command

in an operation
in San Sebastian.

Three alleged t*rrorists
have been arrested.

Suspects included 25-year-old
Joxe Maria Garmendia Uzkudun,

and 30-year-old
Carlos Vazquez Teixeiro,

plus a third member
was taken into custody

who has not yet been identified.

The accused were taken
to the Intxaurrondo station

in the Gipuzkoa capital
for questioning,

according to our sources
from the anti-t*rror1st force.

The Oria Command,

who had been under surveillance
for several weeks,

is, according to
the Civil Guard,

responsible for at least
three different assassinations.

According to the
Home Affairs Office,

this is a new blow to ETA

following the dismantling
of the Donosti Command

last summer
in the Morlans neighborhood,

where three t*rrorists died

as a result of the shootout
with the Civil Guard.

You gotta lose that as well.

'Cause we don't want
any f*ggots here.

We'll treat you well here, hmm?

But you have to earn it first.

It's not for free.

[coughs, groans]

♪ ♪

Close it.

[panting]

Have a seat.

Officer: Who else is a
part of the Oria Command?

Txopo: I don't know.

Officer: You don't know?

Txopo: I don't know.

Officer: Really?

Txopo: No!

[Txopo screams in pain]

Officer: I'll ask again.

Who else is a part
of the Oria Command?!

Txopo: I don't know!

[panting]

[Txopo winces]

Officer: Give me a name!

Answer me!

[Txopo groans, cries]

Officer: I think you know.

[Txopo screams, cries]

Joxe Mari:

Txopo!

Nice friends you got there.

They said it's all your fault
you got caught.

Coward.

- Traitor.
- Officer: Answer me!

Useless.

[Txopo groaning]

They called you
all sorts of things.

They sang like b*stards,

specially the girl screaming.

All right.

Give me your name.

[Joxe gasps]

Joxe Mari Garmendia.

What about your friends?

- How old are you, huh?
- Where's the safe house?

Are you the leader
of the Oria Command?

You m*therf*cker.
You're a f*cking m*rder*r.

You wanna run away
to France, right?

You gonna collaborate, huh?

You gonna collaborate.

What's your mother's name?

We're gonna k*ll you!

So what's your boss' name?

Is he in France? Answer me!

Listen to me,
you son of a b*tch.

Listen closely.

We've been watching your family.

You listening?

You listening?!

- [groans]
- What's wrong?

Cat got your tongue?

Son of a b*tch!

Hmm? Cat got your tongue?
m*therf*cker!

[groaning]

You t*rror1st piece of sh*t!

[groaning, panting]

All right, all right.

Calm down.

Are you ready to answer now?

You call yourselves
Oria Command?

What we should do is
sh**t him in the head

and throw his f*cking body...

Can you shut the f*ck up?

Pick him up.

See, Garmendia?

My partners here
wanna keep going,

but if you answer my questions,
then you'll be okay.

However, I'm gonna
need facts, names.

You understand?

♪ ♪

- Man 1: sh*t. What's up?
- Man 2: Hey, Gorka.

- Hey, there.
- Goddammit, I'm so sorry, man.

We're here for you, okay?
You know?

If you need anything,
let me know.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Same goes for your parents, okay?

Sounds good? See you, man.

Cheer up, Gorka.

Gorka.

Did you come to be
with your parents?

- Yeah.
- Good.

You're a good son.

Your mother seems fine.

I'm worried about
your dad, though.

Yeah.

Poor Joxian.

May God have mercy on him.

I don't know how
he'll get over this situation.

Your mother says he's been
at the garden all day,

he didn't even eat.

I pray for all of you
and for Joxe Mari.

I pray to God asking that

they will treat him humanely.

Hmm.

Don't be discouraged. Be strong.

Your parents need you.

How are things in Bilbao?

Good. Good.

Okay, then.

- See you, Gorka.
- Bye.

[indistinct conversations]

They've all been so strong.

I know Joxe Mari's strong too.

Hey, there.

Well, so you came.

Here I am.

I'm not going back home
till I finish this.

What do we know about Joxe Mari?

Your brother's a m*rder*r,
that's what we know.

Isn't that enough?

[sighs]

Your mother's right.

I was a bad father.

Goddammit.

I could've fixed this
with a couple of smacks

back in the day.

Don't you think? Huh?

This country fixes
too many things that way.

So we don't know anything?

Nah, we aren't gonna
be able to see him

until they've finished
beating him up.

[pouring wine]

[sighs]

Are you in ETA?

No, Dad.

I work in the radio,
I don't hurt anyone.

I wouldn't follow
in his footsteps if I were you.

Look how it turned out for him.

The years he's gonna
spend in jail...

Hmm.

So much blood on his hands.
Did you hear what they said?

Yeah.

I don't think
I'll ever see him free again.

It's gonna be


I mean, no way.

I'll be in the ground by then.

Dad, I have something
I wanna tell you.

It's something personal.

I've been told that Joxe Mari
had been seen in town

the day they k*lled Txato.

I can't...

I can't get that out of my head.

That's what they're saying,
but who knows.

- But, Dad, listen, I...
- What a coincidence, huh?

Why the f*ck would he be in town

the day the k*lling took place?

If he did it...

I won't forgive him.

Dad, I'm living
with a man in Bilbao.

His name's Ramon.
Well, I call him Ramuntxo.

Just you wait.

The first time I see him,
I'm gonna ask him to his face.

And he's not gonna
be able to lie to me

because in his eyes,
I'll see the truth.

[exhales]

Get yourself a glass.

Woman [on radio]:
On Radio Ser, "Hour 25."

[news theme playing]

Man 1 [on radio]:
The Home Affairs Minister
has confirmed

that the t*rrorists
that were arrested yesterday

in San Sebastian

had been active
for quite some time.

And thanks to their arrest,

further suffering
has been avoided.

The detainees are scheduled

to be transferred
to Madrid tonight

for further questioning
by authorities

before making a statement

in an appearance
before the judge

of the National Court.

[news theme continues]

Man 2 [on radio]:
The socialist democracy meeting

will continue throughout...

Hey, Garmendia, what do you
think of the Spanish flag, huh?

Man, don't be an as*h*le.

Ask something useful
for the investigation.

All right, let's see.

Garmendia, do you
have a girlfriend?

[laughs]

Answer, as*h*le!

We wanna know if you have one

and if you f*ck her a lot.

[scoffs] These guys
from ETA are all
a bunch of f*ggots, right?

They all f*ck each other.

[laughter]

For sure.

Officer 1: Oh, man.

Officer 2:
So tell me, Mario,
how did the bet go?

Mario: Uh, well, my team lost...

[voices fading]

Hey! Wake up, soldier.

Don't fall asleep, okay?

He's falling asleep on us.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[sirens blaring]

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

Let's go.

Let's f*cking go!

[door closes]

How was your trip?

Have you been to Madrid before?

We're here to show you around.

Will you cooperate?

[groans sharply]

Listen to me.

It's best if you
don't try to resist.

I'll ask you again.

Will you cooperate or not?

[groaning]

Better answer my question

or you'll suffocate in there.

Do you know "Pakito"?

Was he the one
that sent you to Spain?

Were you with him in France?

[gasping, groaning]

Okay, soldier, give me
your little hand.

Open it.

There we go. Come on.

Close it.

Strong grip.

Good.

Grip it well.

Get your fingerprints all over,
you son of a b*tch.

That's it.

[panting]

Congrats, t*rror1st.

Now you're officially guilty

of k*lling our partner Manuel.

Come on, Garmendia,

now to the elevator.

You didn't get it?

Go up and down
as if you were getting
f*cked in the a*s.

Let's go!

Go, for f*ck's sake.

Faster, as*h*le.

[gasping, groaning]

[sobbing]

This coffee is f*ck' garbage.

sh*t, I like it.

- You do?
- Yeah.

It tastes like rat poison.

So you've tasted rat poison?

Give me a light.

[gasping, panting]

How's your wife?

Good. Nagging as always.

And the kids?

Lorena's growing up so quick.

She looked beautiful
last time I saw her.

Yeah, she's beautiful.

[knock at door]

Joxe Mari Garmendia.

We'll wait outside, doctor.

Get undressed.

From the waist up.

Doctor...

they tortured me.

They almost k*lled me.

Any broken bones?

No. But...

Internal bleeding?

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry.

I can only report
visible body injuries,

not subjective perspectives

or personal opinions in any way.

[pumping cuff]

They've been
hitting me nonstop, g*dd*mn it.

[releasing air]

And they won't let me sleep.

I'd save that for the judge
if I were you.

Although it won't help you much.

Blood pressure's good.

Get dressed.

Officer: Fit as a fiddle.

Right, doctor?

Come on, champ, almost finished.

Officer:
So you declare yourself
a member of ETA?

[typing]

Do you declare
that all the answers

you have given here
have been issued

out of free will and not under
any form of coercion?

[typing continues]

That's all.

Good.

You have to sign here.

In a few moments, you'll be
taken over to the courthouse

and the judge will rule.

Have a good day.

[beeps]

[gate rattles]

♪ ♪

Mom.

Baby, you look so thin.

Are they not feeding you
or something?

I'm not hungry, Ma.

Did they hit you?

I was afraid they would.

I haven't stopped praying
since you were arrested.

Because suing is
completely useless,
I've been told.

And then they bring you here.

Why can't you be closer to home,

since you're locked up anyway?

Why take it out on the families?

Hmm.

Miren:
Don't you have
anything to say?

Hey.

We're here to cheer him up.

If you're gonna be like this,

why'd you even come?

Patxi from the Arrano
asked for a picture of you.

They're gonna hang it up
on the front of City Hall.

Real, real big.

Oh, and everyone in town
has been sending their love.

And saying that they're there
if you need anything, too.

Oh, even Juani.

She told me to
send you her love.

She's hanging in there,

with what happened
to Jokin and all.

But we keep each other company.

And we support each other a lot.

We were all at
the protest together
when they arrested you.

Right?

I asked Saint Ignacio
to protect you.

I pray a lot.

"Take care of him," I say.
"Take care of him."

Thanks, Ma.

And Father Serapio
also prays a lot.

He said you have his blessing.

And my siblings, how are they?

Miren:
Arantxa's hanging in there.

Ainhoa is a piece of work,

doesn't sleep well at all.

Look at her, so pretty.

Hmm. I don't know.

Her husband got fired
from the paper factory.

Something must have happened.

And I'm sure you'll agree
it's nonsense.

Firing young men

when there's so many
old men to fire first.

But, um, you know your sister,

you can't say anything.

I don't know how
they're getting by.

[sighs] Yeah. Hmm.

And Gorka?

Don't see him much,
he's in Bilbao.

At the radio. You know, busy.

Guard: Okay, wrap it up.

- Uh...
- They just got here.

Guard: Time's up. Let's go.

We'll tell your siblings
to come visit you soon.

And we'll come too,
every single month.

Definitely. Agur, my love.

♪ ♪

[gate shuts, locks]

♪ ♪

I told my mom a thousand times

not to buy candy for the kids.

Listen, your mother's
a blessing to us.

She bought us groceries
again yesterday.

It's the second time this month.

I'll tell her
not to do it again.

Okay, and then what
are we gonna eat?

Guille, the shoe shop
salary isn't enough.

I don't like her
meddling in our lives.

She's in our house all day.

She's there helping out all day.

Mine could do the same sometime.

You know what, you're just
being too proud right now.

What do you know about anything?

Such a f*cking nag.

Don't insult me.

Come on, Arantxa,
leave me alone.

- I mean it, Guille, how...
- Manolo: Guillermo!

Manolo.

Manolo: Hi, Arantxa.

- Good to see you.
- How are you, huh?

Manolo: I've been
meaning to call you.

They're hiring at
Mamut Supermarket.

Call them,
maybe they'll hire you.

- Thank you so much, Manolo.
- [Manolo chuckles]

You don't know how much
I needed this.

I wish you the best of luck.

But hurry up.

I have to go now. I'll see ya.

-Agur.
-Guillermo: Agur.
Thanks again.

Let's go home.

sh*t, maybe we got lucky.

Let's go.

I mean, no, no, no, no,
I've had enough
adventures already.

You're damn right you have!

So what I actually
want now is a husband.

A husband and two kids.

And ideally, a boy and a girl.

And a proper wedding.
A traditional one.

Like with your daddy
walking you down
the aisle and all that.

[laughter]

The classic stuff.

My dad's dead.

Yeah. Yeah, cancer.

I'm really sorry. I had no idea.

No, no, it's okay.
It was a long time ago.

Seriously, it's okay.
Don't worry.

- We're so sorry.
- It's okay.

Eneko: Nerea? Nerea?

Nerea: Hey.

Go, go ahead.
We'll take care of this.

Great. Thanks. Bye.

- Are you hungry?
- Uh, a little.

I could go for a fish omelet,

a fat steak, some peppers too.

Nah, but, seriously,
a couple pintxos, wine,

and I'm good.

We could eat now if you want.

We can go over there.

- There?
- Mm-hmm.

It's where they k*lled
Gregorio Ordoñez, right?

Yeah.

Why does that matter?

Ugh. I hated that guy.

Because of guys like him,
my brother's in jail.

I'll have to pass. Come on.

You have a brother in jail?

In Badajoz. For a long time.

- What for?
- What do mean "what for"?

Because of the fight.
He's in ETA.

♪ ♪

It's getting chilly.

Well, I guess we could go

in any of these
other places, right?

Look, they make some
f*cking k*ller pintxos.

No. I think I'd rather go.

I'm not feeling well.

Okay, I can walk you home.

No, don't worry, it's-it's
right around the corner.

- Agur.
- Agur.

Agur.

[breathing heavily]

[dial tone]

[keypad beeping]

[line beeping]

- Eneko [on phone]: Hello?
- Eneko?

Eneko: Nerea?

Nerea, are you okay?

I didn't have
the nerve before, but, uh...

You're gonna think
I'm a coward, but, um...

I met someone else. I'm sorry.

[hangs up receiver]

[sobbing]

[sniffles]

[voice breaking]: No. No...

[prison gate buzzes]

[gate buzzes]

[gate opens]

[gate closes]

You have to push.

So you see,

I can't give you a hug.

Don't worry about it.

I was dying to see you, Gorka.

Well, I'm here.

Aren't you happy to see me, huh?

Gorka: Of course I'm happy.

But I'd rather be seeing you
in a different way.

Me too.

What?

You're here but deep down,
you despise me for what I did.

Why do you think that?

I can tell Mom and Dad
pushed you to come here.

I came because I wanted to.

Although I don't approve
of what brought you here.

I've never approved of it.

You're one of those
who think I deserve it, right?

I'll leave that answer
to your victims.

Gorka, they haven't stopped
beating the sh*t out of me

since I got here.

But that didn't hurt
near as much
as what you just said.

My own brother. What the f*ck?

What, so you want me to lie?

Or you want me
to congratulate you?

For what?

For freeing my people.

Freeing?

With the blood of others? Nice.

Crush us every day
and won't let us be free.

Didn't you do the same
to those you k*lled?

If it weren't for this glass,
I'd explain it to you in a way

that I'm sure you'd understand.

What, you're gonna sh**t me now?

You k*lled people
in the name of a nation

without even asking
if that's what they wanted.

- [scoffs, exhales]
- [gate buzzes]

Maybe we should stop.

I don't think we're gonna agree.

You started it.

Some fight for the freedom

of the Basque Country.

Others worry about
having a comfortable life

and a f*cking good time.

Some make sacrifices,

others take advantage.

I make radio shows in Basque

and write books in Basque.

That's my way of contributing
to our people's heritage

without leaving behind
a bunch of widows and orphans.

[sighs]

I heard you're
living with a man.

You...

You've always been
a little weird, but...

I didn't think
you were that weird.

Mom thinks you're ashamed of us.

Well, I'm ashamed of having
a f*gg*t for a brother

who doesn't care that
he's sweeping the floor

with our family name.

I live with someone I love
and who loves me,

but that's like speaking
Chinese to you, huh?

What could a person
like you know about love?

Gorka! Gorka! Gorka!

[sighs]

[Endika imitating car revving]

Endika, cut it out.

- [door opens]
- Guillermo: Hello, hello!

Oh, wow, buddy,
that's a fast car, huh?

Hi, sweetie.

Mwah!

Hey, baby.

What's that?

I wanted to say I'm sorry.

I know I made it
really hard for you,

when-when I didn't
have a job and...

[chuckles]
I thought I'd get you a flower.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

You know what I heard today?

Zamarreño is now a councilman

with the Conservative Party
at City Hall.

Zamarreño, the guy
who told me about the job.

- Remember?
- Of course I remember.

You're not thinking about
going into politics, right?

Me? No, no, no, no.

Never. No.

You should go get some bread.

We're having lunch
with my parents,

but we need bread
for dinner tonight.

Sure.

And take Endika,

because he's getting
on my nerves.

- Hmm-mm.
- I have a lot to iron
before we leave.

Okay. Endika?

Come here, champ.

We're going to the market.

- Endika: Coming!
- Guillermo: Let's go.

[door opens]

[cartoon music playing on TV]

[door closes]

Come on, Ainhoa.

Let's get you dressed,
we're late.

Come on.

This guy's got some nerve.

Never park
on the sidewalk, Endika.

He should get a ticket.

Hey, Manolo.

- What's up?
- Hey, little champ.

How's everything?

It's good. How about you?

Good. Good.

I'm sorry, we have to get going.

Ah, no problem.

- See ya.
- Guillermo: Later.

Let's go.

- Good morning.
- Shopkeeper: Morning!

Endika, you're so big.

Come here, let me
give you some candy

before your dad says anything.

Endika: Yeah.
Do you have marshmallows?

Guillermo: You're spoiling him.

[expl*si*n, glass breaking]

[alarms blaring]

[people screaming]

Ainhoa! Ainhoa! Ainhoa!

Mommy.

- [alarms blaring]
- [indistinct chatter]

Oh!

[panting]

What happened? Are you okay?

Are you okay, Guille?

- Manolo...
- [crying]

Manolo...

Zamarreño?

[phone rings]

Yeah.

Ah, yeah, Angelita.

Guillermo [crying]:
They k*lled him.

We're okay.

Guillermo:
m*therf*ckers.
They k*lled him.

Zamarreño.

I can't talk right now.
The kids...

They k*lled him!

[crying]

Those f*cking cowards.

Come on, Ainhoa,
I'll braid your hair.

Endika, sweetheart,
bring the brush, please, honey.

[siren wailing]

Guillermo: Those f*cking
disgusting nationalists.

[Arantxa sobbing]

Guillermo:
They k*lled him!
m*therf*ckers!

[thuds]

[stifled crying]

Guillermo:
Here's a Spanish man for you!

You can k*ll me when
I'm buying bread!

Wait for me here.

Guillermo: You m*therf*ckers!

- Cowards!
- Guille!

Like you did with him!

- Guille, they're
gonna hear you!
- Cowards!

Let them f*cking hear me!

You don't live by yourself.

f*ck.

[both crying]

They f*cking k*lled him.

[sobs]

[siren wailing]

[sobbing continues]

[doorbell ringing]

I thought it was your father.

He's not back from
the bar still, I tell you.

Hey. What, the cat
got your tongue?

Okay, come on,
give Grandma a kiss.

Let's see.

Oh, my. Who braided
your hair like that?

Leave your things
in the bedroom.

Your husband not coming?

He wasn't feeling well.

You don't care
about being this late?

Go wash your hands.

We're about to eat.

Well...

if you're all done,
you can help me clean up.

Who's dead?

A friend of Guille's.

Holy sh*t.

The one who
helped him get a job.

Jesus.

[dishes clattering]

What is it?

Nothing.

What's for dessert?

Custard.

Who wants some?

- Ainhoa: Me.
- Endika: Me.

Man 1 [on TV]:
Festina is trying
to build a team

that will win
the three big laps.

Its three leaders will be
Zülle, Dufaux and Virenque,

and that'll be a problem
on the Tour

because the Frenchman feels
capable of winning it.

Man 2 [on TV]:
They'll have to talk it out
and figure things out.

Why didn't your father
come for lunch, hmm?

Some bad men
just k*lled a friend of his.

So that's why
he didn't wanna come.

He's been home
crying all morning.

Well, what kind of man
cries that much?

What, honey?

Grandma says Dad's a crybaby.

Man [on TV]:
Good afternoon.
Only 15 kilometers left

for the end of the race...

Joxian: Arantxa.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Hey!

What did you say to my son?

What did you say to him
about the "bad men"?

What did we say?

It was a miracle
that I didn't just lose

a son and my husband
this morning.

They both walked
right by the b*mb

half a minute
before the expl*si*n.

We don't fight
against the innocent.

[scoffs] So, you're fighting?

Oh, should I congratulate you
for this morning then?

Your husband's little friend
was a councilman
in the opposition.

Are you going insane?

He was a good person.

- He had a family.
- He was an oppressor.

Have you forgotten
that you have a brother

rotting in a damn Spanish prison

because of
"good people" like him.

Look, your son...

the one you're so proud of,

is a m*rder*r.

That's why he's in jail,

because he's a t*rror1st!

I'll say that again.

Because he's a t*rror1st!

Not because he spoke Basque,
like you told Endika.

You liar!
You're nothing but a liar!

What do you have
to say about my son?

What do you have to say, huh?

He's a soldier
who risked his life

for the Basque Country!

- Come on!
- What do you have to say?

Go and tell that
to your son's victims, huh?

Explain it to them.

I dare you to look them
in the eyes!

Look, listen.

Those... Those are...

Those are your
husband's friends. Yeah?

So he can go!

Why don't you ever
call Guillermo by his name?

Does it hurt to say it?

Sure.

I guess you think
he's also an oppressor.

He's not very Basque.

He was born here!

Just like me and you!

"Hernandez Carrizo."

He doesn't even know
a single word in Basque!

Oh!

Ainhoa, Endika, we're leaving.

No, no, don't leave.

Forget it, Dad.

I don't know how you could
stand her all these years.

Arantxa...

Arantxa.

Woman [on TV]:
So here we have
the first of the four groups...

[continues talking indistinctly]

Nerea [on phone]:
He said just that,
"Your mother is charming."

I'm charming?

Oh, yeah, snake charming.

I almost asked if
he wears a suit and tie

even when he goes to bed.

Nerea:
Well, you should start
getting used to him,

'cause I plan to marry him.

Bittori: We'll see.

If you manage to keep him
from being stolen.

So, you think he's handsome?

- Bittori: Yeah, too handsome.
- And elegant?

Bittori:
To me, he's just
one more on the list.

Okay, Mom. Talk to you later.

Yeah, okay.

- Nerea: Agur.
- Agur, agur.

Hey.

So sorry I'm late.

You could at least
try to be careful.

You don't have to
rub it in my face that
you're with someone else.

Nerea, we talked about this.

And you accepted.

You didn't give me a choice.

You know I hate lying.

So if you can't handle it,

maybe it's best if we broke up.

Some people vent
with other things.

I do it by having sex.

Nerea...

This has nothing to do with us.

Damn it, I love you.

You're my Nerea,

the only one.

The others don't mean
anything to me.

What if I did the same thing?

I never said you couldn't.

I'm gonna go get a drink.

[bell tolling]

♪ ♪

These f*ck
are out here again.

Quique, be quiet.

These f*cking murderers
are protesting again?

Is that better?

I still think the same thing,
even if I say it quietly.

[gate buzzes]

Joxe Mari: I have a call.

- What number?
- My house.

- 9-4-3...
- Okay, okay.

[line beeping]

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?
- [Joxe speaking Basque]

[continues in Basque]

[line disconnects]

Guard: Not in Basque.

[line beeping]

- Miren [on phone]: Joxe Mari?
- Yeah, Mom.

It's me.

The line dropped.

- How are you?
- Miren: You know, I'm here

waiting for your call.

It took you a while.
How are you?

Okay, good.

Miren: That's good.

I'm glad. Hey!

They paid you
the most beautiful tribute

the other day.

With bertsolaris and everything.

They sang some beautiful verses.

There was txalaparta music too.

So nice. Very moving.

And all of them

said to send you much love,

and they'll raise
as many banners as you want.

It gave me
so much strength and joy,

not like that Patxo guy
who was with you.

Joxe Mari: What happened?

He's held in Caceres II, right?

Miren: He's a traitor.

He signed a letter
with the other repentants.

Him too?

They pull
their pants down, honey,

just so they get some benefits.

Juani asked me,

"Hey, is Joxe Mari gonna sign?"

[Miren scoffs]

I told her, "Joxe Mari signing?
Are you nuts or what?"

You should've seen my face.

I don't think she'll
ask me that again. Hmm!

By the way, did you know

that her husband died? Josetxo.

No, I didn't know.

Miren: Terrible cancer.

Couldn't get over
his son's luck.

Joxe Mari: Yeah.

And Dad, how's he doing?

And Gorka?

Miren: Gorka? He's...

He's with...

He's just with his...

with his little friend.

You know.

I don't even ask anymore,

since I just seem
to annoy everyone.

Even your father.

Now he's visiting
Arantxa's family in secret.

He thinks I'm stupid
and don't know.

So you're not visiting Arantxa?

Miren: She's the one that left.

Slammed the door.

If she wants to see me,
she knows where to find me.

- [line beeping]
- Hey, Ma, it's beeping already.

- Miren: Wha... Agur.
- Mom.

[line disconnects]

Your time's up.

For f*ck's sake.

Man [on TV]:
According to
Navarra's Delegation,

it happened around 12:25
at Santo Domingo Square.

Two people are dead.

It seems it was
two National Policewomen

who died as the result
of an expl*si*n

using a car b*mb...

Guillermo: What are you doing?

Don't change it. [sighs]

Man [on TV]:
...and a fourth person,

who apparently worked
for Telefonica...

Those sons of b*tches
k*lled two more people

just because
they wore a uniform.

m*therf*ckers.

Shh. Guille.

The kids are trying to sleep.

So what? What's the problem?

I can't talk
in my own house or what?

Or do you actually
want me to shut up

because your brother is
a m*rder*r like these guys?

Arantxa:
Leave my brother out of this.

You know it bothers me.

Well, I hope he rots in jail.

You take that back.

Take it back, my f*cking a*s.

You're gonna defend
that f*cking m*rder*r now?

Less than a week ago,
we were at the anniversary

of Zamarreño's death.

What did you go for?

Were you just
pretending or what?

Guillermo, enough, please.

I never should have
f*cking agreed

to give my children
Basque names.

I shouldn't have.

Why are you bringing
this up now?

And all of that just to please

that g*dd*mn
nationalist grandmother

we don't even talk to anymore.

I'll tell you
one thing, Arantxa.

Those children are Spanish
and I'm Spanish, too.

- They're gonna hear you.
- Well, let them
f*cking hear, then!

Can't I just f*cking be
Spanish in Spain, huh?

Right now you're being
a f*cking fascist
piece of sh*t!

And a drunk too!

[gasps]

[sobs]

[gasping]

Yeah, that's it, leave!

You f*cking leftist as*h*le!

[panting]

[dog barking]

[doorbell ringing]

You want dinner?

I guess.

If you don't mind having me.

Don't say something like that.

How could I possibly mind?

Come in.

Sit. Have a seat.

[dishes clattering]

What's with the smile?

Just let him smile.

At least one person
in our family can.

Yes. Yes.

It's me.

One moment, please.

I wanna talk to Amaia.

Man [on phone]: Sorry, who?

Amaia.

- Is she there?
- Man: Who's calling?

Uh, Gorka,
a friend of her father's.

Man: Just a minute, please.

I'll wait.

Amaia [on phone]: Hello?

Amaia?

Amaia: Yeah?

Hi, it's Gorka.

I can't believe
I finally found you.

How's California?

Look, your father had surgery,

and, uh, don't worry, he's fine,

but I wanted you to know.

[line disconnects]

Amaia?

[dialing]

[sighs]

[line beeping]

Amaia, the call got cut off.

Amaia:
No, we didn't get cut off.
I hung up on you.

Don't call me anymore.

I don't care about
that man at all.

[line disconnects]

- Who were you talking to?
- Gorka: You heard me?

With your daughter.

She told me to say hi.

You're a terrible liar,

but I appreciate you trying.

Your ex messed her up,

but she'll get over it
eventually, you'll see.

Forget that and watch.

Woman [on TV]:
...according to
President Zapatero

who asked to speak
after the debate,

It's a historic day.

President Zapatero [on TV]:
We're expanding opportunities

for happiness for our neighbors,

for all of our coworkers,

for our friends,

for our family members,

and at the same time,
we're building a country...

Well, maybe once
I'm feeling better

I'll surprise you
and ask you to marry me.

President Zapatero:
...because a decent society
is one that...

Uh-huh?

Well, you're gonna
have to do more than that

if you think
I'm going to accept, hmm?

Really? Like what?

[inaudible]

Just so you know,
her state might be shocking.

Please stop trying
to protect me.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna
storm out of here.

It's Arantxa.

What are you gonna say?

Are you gonna ask her about Mom?

I don't know.
I just wanna see her.

We have stuff in common.

We both had a shitty life.

We'll have plenty to talk about.

Sometimes her
caregiver is with her,

other times her mom.

I'm telling you in case
you don't wanna run into her.

[footsteps receding]

Arantxa?

Hmm...

Hi.

Hey.

Relax, don't strain yourself.

Xabier told me everything.

Hmm.

I wanted to see you.

- Shitty luck, huh?
- [chuckles]

[typing]

"I'm happy to see you."

Me too.

How are you?

"Not good." Of course.

What a stupid question,
I'm sorry. I suck.

Hmm.

Guille left you?

Don't you have two kids?

[chuckles]

I'm sure you're
super proud of them, right?

[typing]

"They're what

"I love

"the most in my life.

"They live with him,

"but

"I see them a lot.

They turned out like me."

Well...

the years are starting to show.

- [chuckles]
- Mm-mmm.

I know you live
back in our hometown

and you often see my mom.

Hmm.

"I'm so sorry...

about her illness."

Yeah.

Xabier and I have been
trying to help her.

Especially him,
he's a big mama's boy.

[chuckles]

[tablet beeping]

"The greatest...

"regret Bittori has

"is dying...

"before my brother...

asks for your forgiveness."

Well, yeah.

She lacks that comfort, yeah.

[typing]

"I'm...

"putting pressure on

Joxe Mari."

- You write him?
- Hi, pretty girl.

You have a visitor today?

Yeah.

We're old friends.

Oh, great.

Well...

I was...

I was about to leave.

- I loved seeing you.
- Hmm.

I'll come back another day.

Yeah.

Agur.

- Miren: Hi.
- Hi.

- Endika: Hey, Mom!
- Ainhoa: Mom!

- Hi.
- So good to see you.

How you been?

- Endika: You look strong.
- Ainhoa: You look good.

Miren: Oh, Ainhoa, Endika.

[indistinct chatter]

[theme music playing]