01x08 - The Hour of Truth

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[somber instrumental music playing]

[Alba] As months went by,
it became evident

that the military took power
just to keep it for themselves

and not to give the government back

to the right wing politicians
that incited the coup.

[Blanca] Sorry to keep you waiting.

How may I assist you?

Sorry to show up without any warning,
but I'm not supposed to be here.

Dr. del Valle saved my mother.

I'll be forever in his debt.

That's why I risked coming.

I think his family deserves
to know what happened.

I didn't know he was your son, Senator.

Soldier, please just tell us.
Tell us everything.

[soldier 1] The president gave them
all the chance to leave,

but the doctor decided to stand by him.

[soldier 2] Come on, come on now!
Move! Come on!

[soldier 3] Move, damn it! Keep moving!

-[indistinct shouting]
-[Jaime grunting]

[soldier 1] When we arrived
at the presidential palace,

I recognized the doctor
among the officials.

[indistinct shouting]

[soldier 4] Get down!

[g*nshots]

[g*nsh*t]

[breathing heavily]

[g*nsh*t echoes]

[muffled thud]

[Blanca and Alba sobbing]

[soldier 1] This is all I could save
from Dr. del Valle.

Dr. Trueba.

My son had no business being
at the presidential palace

the day of the military takeover.

Please, Dad.

[Trueba] Do you think I'm stupid?

That doesn't prove my son passed away.

Do not lie about my son!

-Dad!
-Please leave my house immediately.

Excuse him.

[Trueba] Leave!

[Blanca sniffles]

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

[somber instrumental music playing]

[Blanca sobs]

[Alba] It took weeks for my grandfather
to believe that soldier's story,

because it was difficult for him
to accept responsibility

for his own son's assassination.

Only then he remembered that Luisa Mora
had predicted these terrifying times.

Little did he know that
this was just the beginning.

[theme music playing]

THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS

[birds chirping]

[bell tolls]

Dad?

Did you spend the night here?

The military are a different species.

They didn't even care that he was my son.

It hurts all of us to have lost him,

but we need each other more than ever.

Dad, look at me.

[intense music playing]

I'm going to need your help.

Now, come with me.

[hopeful music playing]

[Alba] Up until that moment,
my grandfather had never walked

through the part of the house

that his beloved Clara
built in the time of the spirits,

and he couldn't help but think
about all that he missed

because of his inability
to control his anger

and his pride.

[intense music playing]

I'm going to get you out of here.

Why?

Because my daughter begged me to.

You can go to hell.

Fine.

That's the fate of all of us.

All three of you need to go.

[dramatic music playing]

[Trueba] Don't say anything.

Leave everything to me.

Stay calm.

Documents, now.

Documents, please.

We have an audience with the Nuncio.

I'm Senator Esteban Trueba,

the ambassador from Sweden,

my daughter and my granddaughter.

Documents, please.

Open the trunk.

Let them through.

[dramatic music continues]

Alba, help me.

Are you okay?

Yes.

[man] Hurry up.

Our car is about to arrive, and then
we're leaving directly for the airport.

The three of them, right?

Yes. My daughter, my granddaughter,
and my son-in-law.

Nuncio…

I'm really thankful.

I owe you my life.

I wish I could do more, believe me.

Darling.

What is it, Dad?

I was never a very good father to you.

[gentle music playing]

Dad, I love you very much.

-[Nuncio's assistant] The car is here.
-[Trueba] Go on.

Hurry up.

Come on.

I'm staying.

What?

No!

What are you saying?
No, you're going with us.

I'm sorry. No.

-I'm staying with Grandpa.
-[Blanca] No.

Sweetie, you don't need
to prove anything to anyone.

Now. We can't even be a minute late.

[Alba] Please go.

I want you to find happiness.

You two deserve a chance.

No.

-No, Alba!
-[Nuncio] It's time.

Alba, you can't do this.

[Trueba] I'll take care of her.

-Please do.
-[Pedro Tercero] It's time, Blanca.

Catch up with us, Alba. All right?

[Pedro Tercero] I love you.

[Alba] I had to stay,

not just because of my grandpa,
but also because of Miguel.

And because of everyone still out there

living in the shadows,
hiding from the horror around us

while half the country was playing dumb.

[soldier 1] Get in the vehicle!

Move!

[indistinct shouting]

-[woman] Please, don't!
-[shouting]

[soldier 2] Move it! Keep going!

[Alba] I had no time to grieve
my parent's departure,

and I locked away the pain of my
Uncle Jaime's death, to suffer it later,

because I was consumed with the urgency

to join whoever
was helping the persecuted.

[siren wailing]

Finding my uncle's car
was essential to my new endeavor.

The first thing was to find asylum
for those in danger of being k*lled.

-Is Aunt Maruja well?
-She says hello.

[intense music playing]

They're gonna be waiting for you
at the embassy over the wall.

Don't hesitate.
You must keep your eyes forward.

-Understood?
-Yeah.

Do you like playing chess?

My uncle did.

I'll help you out,
but we'll need to be really fast.

Yeah.

Just relax.

[tense music playing]

[Alba] I don't know how many people
we helped flee the country,

but it was inconsequential
compared to the scale of this tragedy.

[captivating instrumental music playing]

-[guard] Eagle.
-Wagon.

[guard] Captain.

[dark intense music playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

-[gasps]
-[shushes]

It's me.

Miguel, come on.

You look terrible.

There's no pleasing you, huh?

[Alba chuckles softly]

[both kissing]

It's not safe to do what you're doing.

But I can take care of myself.

You don't think so?

Is it because I'm a girl?

No.

It's just, I don't want
anything to happen to you.

My Uncle Jaime was m*rder*d
three months ago

and there's a new list
of disappearances every day.

I won't spend all day waiting for you.

Come here.

[dark music playing]

[knocking at door]

[knocking continues]

-[knocks continue]
-Raquel, what's going on?

-My God.
-[man] Where's Alba Trueba?

[Raquel] No, no, no!
Hey! You can't come in here!

Search everything.

-Find diaries, planners, address books.
-You're not allowed in!

Who do you think you are,
barging into my house?

I'm Senator Esteban Trueba!

And I'm also a personal friend
of General Hurtado!

Don't say another word

until I let you speak.

You don't know
who you're messing with, moron!

Search everything now!

Every last corner of this f*cking house!

-Where is Alba?
-I don't know!

[dark tense music playing]

THE FIRE IN THE REICHSTAG
THE RESISTANCE OF MATERIALS

[g*n c*ck]

You moron.

Put the g*n down!

What the hell is this place?

-Look over there.
-Okay.

[tense music playing]

[man] We better find your granddaughter
or you're the one who'll pay.

Grandpa! Grandpa!

-[g*n c*ck]
-No, please don't hurt him!

I'm the one you want.

Sign here.

It says we came in
with an official warrant.

Totally legal.

How the hell could you think
that I would ever sign that?

-[Alba grunts]
-[Trueba] No!

[grunts]

[man] Do it.

[Trueba] It'll be all right.

-Don't worry, Grandpa!
-[Trueba echoing] Alba!

Let's go.

[dark music playing]

No, no! No, no! No!

[grunting]

[man] Hurry! We don't have all night.

[tires screeching]

[Alba gasping]

All signed. Trueba's granddaughter.

[door closes]

It's an honor that you're here,

Alba Trueba.

[indistinct shouting in distance]

A coffee, hmm?

I know.

You're not very used to this awful
cheap stuff, but everyone here loves it.

-Mm. Mm? Mm?
-[straining]

Mm.

You see,

this could be over in a minute,

but that depends on you. Hmm?

Just tell me where your lover's hiding.

Where is Miguel Espinoza?

I need the restroom.

You have guts, girl. Mm?

So, Alba…

if you don't cooperate,

Nicolas here
will have to get to work on you.

[Alba grunts]

Understand?

I need the restroom.

It's up to you.

[Alba shrieks]

[grunting, gasps]

-[grunts]
-[Esteban García Jr.] Enough! Enough.

[breathing heavily]

-[gasps]
-What did I say?

Hey, hey! Mm? What did I say?

Look at that lip.

Listen to me.

I want this to end, okay?

[breath trembling]

Pardon me, General.

Esteban.

Thank you. That'll be all for now.

[officers] Yes, General!

Esteban.

So nice to see you.

Come in.

Leave us.

Sit down.

My family has been deeply impacted
by this government,

and I've called you
several times for help.

You know better than anyone
how busy we've been

cleaning up this sh*t they left us.

I need you to intervene immediately
for the release of Alba, my granddaughter.

-Tread carefully.
-She was unlawfully taken out of my house.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

Absolutely.

She didn't leave on her own?

There are many citizens
running away like rats.

But why explain it to you?

You know better than I.

[intense music playing]

Aren't you pleased with it all?

Your plan worked. We have a secret police,
just like you and the gringos suggested.

You know kidnapping innocent civilians
was never part of the plan.

If your granddaughter is innocent,
nothing will happen.

What the f*ck are you saying, Hurtado?

That the armed forces
knows what's best for the homeland.

[Alba] I tried counting
the days I was a prisoner.

Grandma.

But exhaustion and fear shattered
any sense of time

and distorted space.

[indistinct shouting and wailing
in distance]

Let's go, b*tch.

-[soldiers yelling]
-[soldier 1] Keep going! Move!

Go, go, go! Come on, hurry up!

[soldier 2] You're gonna
tell him, trust me.

I said to get her ready first.

How many times do I have to tell you? Huh?

-[shushes]
-[Alba straining and grunting]

No!

No!

[shrieks]

No!

[Alba gasping]

[whimpering]

-Tie her. I'll do the rest.
-[Alba gasps]

[Alba grunting]

[whimpering] No, no, no! No!

No! No!

[shuddering]

When you're ready to talk,
lift your finger, hmm?

-[electricity crackling]
-[gasps]

[groans]

Alba…

I've waited very patiently
for over two weeks now.

[breathing heavily]

Do you want to extend your stay here? Mm?

Tell me

where is Miguel Espinoza?

-[electricity crackling]
-[shrieks echo]

-[telephone ringing]
-Hello?

[Blanca] Hi, Dad.

What happened? Are you okay?

I thought you were someone else.

How's Alba? I want to talk to her.

[hesitates] No, she's not here, honey.

What?

Dad, what happened?

I haven't spoken to her
in at least two weeks.

Honey, you know how she is.

Don't worry.

She's doing her own thing.

And, and I don't want to meddle.

I don't want to know what she's up to.

I mean, it's just…

things are much worse than we assumed.

We get awful news every day.

So many people are disappearing.

They're putting anyone
that seems suspicious into jail.

[muffled sob]

And I don't want her to end up like Jaime.

[somber instrumental music playing]

Please try to convince her
to leave the country with you.

We both need her to be here,
safe and secure with us.

[Alba] Mom?

Water.

[woman] You can't have water yet.

You could get seizures and you could die.

The last person
I'd ever expect to see here

is you, Countess.

[chuckles softly]

I don't know how long I've been here,

but I think it's been, like, two weeks.

They have my partner, Andres.

I have seen him
when they take me to the bathroom.

I don't know anything about Miguel.

[Ana Díaz sighs]

Look.

[gentle music playing]

I'm five months along.

It makes me stronger.

[chuckles softly]

Try to rest.

You'll be okay.

Tomorrow, things will get better.

[keys rattling]

-[guard] Alba Trueba!
-[Ana Díaz grunts]

[intense music playing]

[Ana Díaz grunts]

-Let her go! Get off! Let go! Now!
-Don't take her!

She's still too weak!

-Let go, damn it! Now!
-Don't take her!

-Up!
-Mama!

Let's go.

-[Ana Díaz sobs]
-Now!

-[guard] Stop it, you little c**t!
-[Ana Díaz sobbing]

-Just hold on!
-[spits]

Give her an injection. I want her awake.

[grunts]

[Alba groans softly]

[grunts]

[Esteban García Jr. exhales]

I'll admit that I've underestimated you.

I thought you were
gonna break a lot sooner.

[Alba breathing heavily]

But we're similar in that way.

You survived humiliation,

being treated like an animal.

[exhales]

You're just learning this about yourself.

But I…

I was raised to be like this.

I have spent my whole existence

feeling like I was somehow scarred.

Filthy.

If it wasn't for my grandma,
I wouldn't be alive.

But why am I here,

Captain García?

[eerie music playing]

Hey.

[shushes]

Hello.

I knew you wouldn't forget about me,

right, Alba?

But why?

What did I do?

Nothing at all.

My grandpa will get me out of here.

[Esteban García Jr.] You like it?

[operatic music playing]

I'm sorry, but the old man
can't do anything for you or me.

I would've given anything for you to know
my grandma,

a woman as fierce as you. Hmm?

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

[operatic music continues]

[operatic music continues faintly]

Clara, wherever you are,

I ask you to please help me find Alba.

I am begging you, please, my love.

[Raquel] Don Esteban.

I've been looking for you
all over the house,

and I never thought you'd be here.

A package.

It arrived for you.

Who delivered it?

I don't know.

It was left at the front door, sir.

Thank you.

So you don't miss
your granddaughter

[gasps]

[eerie music playing]

[Esteban García Jr.]
Take her to the doghouse.

[guard] Yes, sir.

[woman wails] Let me out of here!

No!

Someone please help me!

[woman continues wailing] No!

Somebody help!

No!

[gasps softly]

[Alba] Time in the doghouse
turned into an eternity.

[door rattles]

And I could only think about dying.

[footsteps approaching]

[soldier] Hey.

Water!

[somber instrumental music playing]

Alba!

Grandma?

Please let me die.

[sobs]

[Clara] You still have a lot to do.

You need to let go of the self-pity.

Many are unprepared to confront what they
are doing to you and to others like you.

It's important that
the full story be told.

Please start writing.

It will help you heal.

[somber instrumental music continues]

Don't leave.

Calm down.

I just want to talk.

Who the f*ck are you
and what are you doing in my house?

Believe it or not, we have a common goal.

Rescuing Alba.

Do you know where Alba is?

Do you know each other?

Was it you who got her
involved in all this?

If you want to assign blame,
you're at the top of the list, Senator.

Alba's an independent woman.

Don't talk about my granddaughter
as if I don't know her!

I'm not here to fight.

I came because an old friend of yours
can help save her.

My people have infiltrated everywhere,

and they know
all the politicians' secrets.

And now, all of the military's, as well.

[operatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Is the gentleman alone?

Well, of course I come alone.

Which room would you like?

One Thousand and One Nights?

I want to speak with Transito Soto.

I'm sorry. She only deals with suppliers,
not private clients.

She knows perfectly well who I am.

I'm Senator Esteban Trueba,
and if I don't speak with her directly--

What?

What will you do, Senator?

Please step into my office.

[soft music playing on radio]

You look impeccable, Transito.

I've done pretty well, patron.

Do you recall the night we met?

-I told you I'd be rich one day, didn't I?
-Mm-hmm.

I'm glad you got what you wished for.

Looks like I was right. Huh?

The cooperative of sluts and fairies
did really well for over ten years.

But then I had to move to something else,

because no one needs prostit*tes anymore.

No one but the sailors and the old men.

These days, girls f*ck without charging.

Can you believe that?

Just imagine that competition.

Please take a seat, sit down.

So I pivoted, and turned
the Cristobal Colon into a haven

for lost souls and furtive lovers.

And, well…

the military police sometimes
raided the hotel after the coup.

But when they started dragging
the couples out of bed,

they found more than one general
amongst my clients,

so they simply stopped bothering me.

The new government and I
are good friends now.

I suppose you're here to ask me

for the favor I've owed you for the last…

Fifty years.

Fifty years.

Alba,

my granddaughter.

I beg you to help me find her.

I need to get her before it's too late.

I'll do whatever I can.

Just rest.

[woman prisoner coughing]

We're here for you, comrade.

[Carmen] I'm putting a clean bandage
on you, okay?

You're not alone. We're here.

We'll take care of you.

[grim intense music playing]

Well done. It's over.

They took it out.

Someday I'll have another one.

Listen, we can't just lay down and die.

No.

Hey.

[shushes]

Don't let them hear you cry, comrade.

In here, all of us have been
through the same thing.

[Alba] Once I was with them,
I knew that the days were numbered

for Captain García and his kind,

because they could never break the spirit
of these women

and many others like them.

[door unlocking]

[guard] Alba Trueba!

All of you, face the wall.

[women whimpering]

Turn around!

Stand down!

Oh, God!

Alba! Where are you taking her?

Where are you taking her?

[banging continues]

[people singing] ♪ We are more ♪

♪ Many more ♪

♪ We're far more ♪

♪ We are more ♪

♪ Many more ♪

♪ We're far more ♪

♪ We are more ♪

♪ Many more ♪

♪ We're far more ♪

♪ We are more ♪

♪ Many more ♪

[grunts]

♪ We're far more ♪

[breath trembling]

It'll be over soon.

[vehicle rattling]

[soldier 1] Hey.

Hey. Out of the truck.

Easy. f*cking relax.

Now, get out.

[Alba grunts]

Special treatment
for the senator's granddaughter.

Now, let's go.

[door locking]

[soldier 1] Let's go, come on.

Hurry! I said hurry up!

[door closes]

[engine revving]

[slow instrumental music playing]

[gate creaking]

[wind blowing]

[somber instrumental music playing]

Alba…

[door closes]

Please forgive me.

[Alba sobbing]

Sons of b*tches.

They're in your grandmother's bedroom.

[both sobbing]

[Alba] I don't know how long it took
for me to read my grandma's diaries.

At first, they distracted me
from my own pain.

And I began to feel
as if I was building a big puzzle.

[captivating instrumental music playing]

One in which each of the pieces
has a precise location,

and none could exist without the other.

Before I placed all of them,
the pattern was incomprehensible.

If I could just finish
putting it together,

then each part would make sense.

now my husband
raping husband

But I never imagined

that the forces behind
the shaping of my fate

traced back to my grandfather's actions.

[Trueba] Alba, my love, open up.

Honey, I know you don't want
to talk to me, but your mom's calling.

I don't know what excuse to give her.

Let me in.

[Alba shrieks] No!

[breathing heavily]

[Alba screams] No, no!

[sobbing]

No!

No!

[continues sobbing] No! No, no, no.

[shrieks]

[operatic music playing]

[music stops]

Don't you ever play that music.

My child?

Pancha García.

What's going on?

Who was Pancha García?

She was a tenant of Las Tres Marías.

Anything more?

I don't know.
She worked the same as the rest.

What do I know?

I don't understand.

You r*ped her!

Pancha had a son.

His name was Esteban.

He was your son.

And then you had a grandson.

His name is also Esteban.

Captain García, if you recall.

You helped him join the police.

[intense music playing]

Your grandson

avenged his grandma.

[breath trembling]

[Blanca on telephone] Alba?

Alba, my love, are you okay?

[Alba] Everything makes sense to me now.

What are you talking about?

Why did you hide so many things from me?

[sniffles]

Forgive me.

Alba, I wish I could take it all back.

It wasn't your fault, Mom.

I hurt for you.

[sniffles]

Now I know everything
you had to go through.

Alba, honey,

what happened?

Your music is what lifts the spirits
of countless desperate people.

Be safe.

I ask only that you take care
of yourself, okay?

You told me once,

if you put your mind to it,
you can do anything you want.

Now I know what I want to do.

I love you both so much.

[somber instrumental music playing]

[groaning]

[Alba] Death didn't wait too long
to visit my grandpa.

His sister Férula's curse was fulfilled.

His body shriveled up
at the same pace as his soul.

And even if I was close,

he died alone…

with the hope of meeting
his beloved Clara.

[gentle music playing]

My grandma believed destiny
is sketched before we are born.

I suspect, then,
that nothing that happened was by chance,

and even Esteban García
is a part of that picture.

He's a rough and crooked stroke,

but no brushstroke is useless.

The day my grandfather
r*ped his grandmother,

Pancha García, by the creek,

he added one more link

to the chain of events
that were meant to be fulfilled.

[captivating instrumental music playing]

[typewriter keys clacking]

While I was in the doghouse, I longed
to see Captain García broken before me,

to avenge anyone that deserved vengeance.

But now I'd like to think
that life is my trade.

And that my mission is not to prolong
the hate,

but rather to fill all these pages.

[captivating instrumental music playing]

[typewriter keys clacking]

I've finished cleaning the rooms
on the top floor.

We're ready to receive visitors.

Thank you. Thank you, Raquel.

My pleasure.

[Alba] Sometimes, I get the feeling
that I have lived this before

and that I've written these same phrases.

But then I understand that it's not me…

but another woman
who reflected about compassion

and put into words those secrets
that no one dared to name.

[upbeat music playing]

[upbeat music continues]

[upbeat music continues]

[Alba] My grandma
left me her life diaries.

So that many years later,

along with the dead and missing
whose spirits returned to this house,

I could piece back together this story.

Our story.

[pleasant instrumental music playing]

[instrumental music playing]

[dramatic music playing]