All language subtitles for Patria.S01E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10 English

(theme music playing)

(gate buzzing)

Arantxa:
HI, JOXE MARI.

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT
WRITING YOU FOR A WHILE,

BUT I FINALLY MADE UP MY MIND.

I HAD ASKED CELESTE FOR HELP,
OF COURSE.

Man:
Okay, Arantxa, let's go.

-Arantxa: HOW ARE YOU?
-Man: Up we go.

Arantxa:
HOW DO YOU FEEL
ABOUT ETA STOPPING?

Did you grab
the snack I packed?

Arantxa:
HOW DO YOU SEE IT
FROM IN THERE?

I ASKED MOM TO GIVE YOU
A PICTURE OF ME NOW,

BUT SHE WOULDN'T.

SHE SAYS I SHOULD WAIT,

BECAUSE YOU'RE
FEELING DOWN LATELY,

AND SEEING ME LIKE THIS
WOULD DEPRESS YOU.

BUT I WANT YOU
TO SEE ME AS I AM NOW.

WHAT'S THE POINT OF HIDING?

I'M NOT GONNA LIE.

I'M PRETTY MESSED UP.

I NEED HELP FOR EVERYTHING,

LIKE A CHILD.

AND I'M SICK OF
ALL THESE PEOPLE PUSHING ME

AND GIVING ME ADVICE
AND FEEDING ME

AND JUST TRYING
TO HELP ME IN GENERAL.

WHAT I WOULD GIVE
TO BE ALONE AGAIN.

AND NOT HAVE TO PUT UP
WITH EVERYBODY'S
DISPLAYS OF PATIENCE

FOR NOT DOING THEM
THE FAVOR OF DYING.

Woman:
Hi, cutie.

Arantxa:
BUT WHAT I HATE MOST
IS THE FLATTERY.

"BYE, BEAUTIFUL."
"HELLO, BEAUTIFUL."

I HATE IT.

Physiotherapist:
Hey, Arantxa.

You look lovely today.

Ready for
the exercises?

One, two and three.

-(Arantxa grunts)
-Come on.

(grunting)

Come on,
you can do it.

Good.
That's great.

Celeste:
I wish you could
have seen her...

Arantxa:
I HADN'T LOOKED IN THE MIRROR

EVER SINCE WHAT HAPPENED.

Don't cry about it.

There are so many things
to cry about these days...

Arantxa:
I ASKED DAD
TO COVER THEM AT HOME.

I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE MYSELF,
NOT EVEN IN THE STOREFRONTS.

What? I don't
understand you.

Arantxa:
I'D RATHER BE
DEAD THAN UGLY,

CRIPPLED, DROOLING.

-Look at yourself?
-Arantxa: Hmm. Hmm!

I WAS SO HOT, DAMN IT!

Well, yes, of course,
let's take a look.

You're beautiful.

Come on.
All right.

Come on.

Okay, let's see.

Arantxa:
YOU HAVE YOUR PRISON
AND I HAVE MINE.

MY BODY IS MINE,

I GOT SENTENCED FOR LIFE.

THERE'S ANOTHER DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN YOU AND ME.

YOU'RE THERE
BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID,

BUT, WHAT HAVE I DONE
TO DESERVE THIS?

(grunts sharply)

ONE MORE THING.

TXATO'S WIFE BITTORI
IS GOING TO WRITE TO YOU.

I WOULD LIKE YOU TO ANSWER HER.

SHE'S A GOOD WOMAN.

MOM DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW.

THIS IS YOUR SISTER ASKING,
WHO REMEMBERS YOU.

KISSES.

(pop music playing
over speakers)

♪ ♪

(inaudible)

Yay!

(inaudible)

♪ ♪

(inaudible)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

Bartender:
What can I get you?

Three gin and tonics.

Hey, there.
I'm Guille.

Do you dance
the slow ones?

Of course not.

♪ ♪

-Should we head out?
-Hmm.

Yeah, yeah.

Guille: I hope you're
nicer to me next time.

Come on,
leave me alone.

I have a boyfriend.

That's not true.

-How would you know?
-Nerea told me.

-You spying on me?
-Oh, yeah.

And I knew you'd
play hard to get.

But I don't care
about that.

I'm not gonna
give up that easily.

♪ ♪

Arantxa:
Come on, Nerea,
we're leaving.

Bye, Jon,
you hot thing.

My name's Edu.

(laughing)

You're fucking amazing.

Listen, that guy
in the striped shirt

said you talked about me.

Yeah, Guille.

He asked me your name

and if you had
a boyfriend.

I told him you wish
you had one.

Why are you
such a jerk?

Come on, man,
I was joking.

But, seriously,
he's from Renteria.

He's kinda dull
but he whispered

nice things to me
while slow-dancing.

-Really?
-Hmm.

If that's the case,
then why don't you keep him?

He's not my type.

His family's from
a town in Salamanca.

What's that gotta do
with anything?

No, it's nothing.
I don't know.

He's okay for dancing,
but for more, no.

-Hi.
-Hey.

♪ ♪

Come on, Arantxa.

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Look at you with
that silly smile.
What's up?

I have a boyfriend, Mom.

From town?

Renteria.

And what's his name?

Guillermo.

-Guillermo.
-Hmm.

Is he in
the Civil Guard?

No, he's not.

He's an administrative assistant

at the Renteria
paper mill.

-Good money?
-Mom, how would I know?

I haven't asked.

-(telephone ringing)
-Miren: Ugh.

Coming.

-Okay, I'm leaving.
-Hey, Dad.

Miren:
Hello?

Yeah, okay.

-Dad.
-Miren: Okay.

I just told Mom.

I have a boyfriend.

Since last month.

Bring him over.
I'll take him
up to dinner at the club.

Does he bike?

Hmm... No, no.

-No, he doesn't bike, Dad.
-Oh, well, that's okay.

-Guillermo.
-Guillermo, what?

Guillermo Hernandez Carrizo.

What?

-Does he speak Basque?
-Not a word.

Pro-independence?

He's not really
into politics.

Well, Joxe Mari is definitely
not gonna like him.

What makes you think that?

(rock music playing
over speakers)

But don't freak out.

All you
have to do is

hang out with him
here in town.

At the Arrano.

Then everybody will get used to
seeing you with him.

Hmm.

-Okay.
-You'll meet them, don't worry.

-Hey.
-Friends: AUPA. AUPA.

-Hello, how are you?
-Good.

-Guillermo.
-AUPA.

-What's up?

-Nice to meet you.
-AUPA.

-Well...
-Well, good to see you.

-AGUR.
-AGUR.

Guillermo:
They were really nice.

-Hey.
-Man: AUPA!

You guys wanna
bum one?

-No, no, no.
-Arantxa: No, that's okay.

We know
it's never just one.

Okay, I'll see you guys.

-Woman: See you.
-Guillermo:
Bye, nice to meet you.

-Bye.
-Woman: Bye.

-Man: AGUR.
-Woman: AGUR.

I-I'd really like
to meet them.

Not yet.

Why not?

Trust me on this one.

I'll meet
your parents first

and you'll meet
my parents later.

Why is the order
important, hmm?

What's wrong? You think
they won't like me, hmm?

I shave and shower
every single day.

So silly.

Mm!

-Come on, stay a little longer.
-No. I can't.

It's not even
that late.

Yes, it is,

and I really have to go.

-You're so beautiful.
-(chuckles)

But just for the record,
I still don't understand.

When you walk into
my brothers' bedroom

and see the stuff
on his walls,

you'll get it.

I have to go.

-I'll call you tomorrow?
-Please do.

Hello.

Hey, Mom.

(sniffles)

Mom, are you okay?

Mm-mmm.

(door closes)

Dad?

Ara, Ara.
Come here.

What happened?

Mom saw Joxe Mari
at a riot

burning a bus,
and they argued.

So that's why
they're upset.

Joxe Mari hit dad.

Holy shit.

Yeah.

Gorka...

promise me you won't
get into any trouble.

Promise me.

What are you gonna do?

The same thing
you should do.

Leave this place.

(cheering)

Man:
Have some champagne.

Yeah. There's no way
I'd miss that...

I can't believe
we're actually married.

What do you mean?

-(overlapping chatter)
-(laughter)

From my father.

(laughter)

Man:

Don't drink too much.

(overlapping chatter)

Listen up.
Listen up, everyone.

-(clinking glass)
-Okay, okay. Shh.

Well, uh, I'm a man
of few words,

you know that, don't you?

But, um...

My dear children...

I wish you
all the happiness
in the world.

I really do.

And, Arantxa,
welcome to our family.

Well said, Rafa.

Hurray for the couple!

-man: Congrats!
-Hurray!

-Rafa: I'll drink to that.
-Woman: Cheers.

Rafa:
Cheers.

Joxian:
Careful with
the champagne, Grandma.

Your hair might curl up.

Okay, come on, that's it.
Come on.

-Hey!
-Grandma.

Joxian:
Just get over here.

Rafa:
All right, yeah.

"An intimate celebration."

More like a funeral,
if you ask me.

Come on, say something.
What did you think of it?

It was okay.

The meat was
a little tough.

A little?
Hard as a rock.

And the soup
was just meh.

We've been to better places,
and cheaper too.

But, of course,
when you go against
God's will,

stuff like this
happens.

Looks like
Arantxa's getting along

with her
mother-in-law.

You noticed, right?

Like when she was helping her
arrange the napkins.

And when she wiped
the mayonnaise
off her mustache.

Because if that isn't
a mustache, I'm a nun.

Don't start.

And you were getting
along with Guillermo.

What was so funny?

You're gonna
complain about him too?

He's a piece of cake.

The only thing
I worry about

is Arantxa being
too bossy with him.

Well, looks like you two
enjoyed a private conversation.

We both like
to watch sports.

And then you had
your little emotional scene.

You cried
in front of everyone.

I mean, you could've
gone to the bathroom.

Why did you have to
embarrass me like that?

I told you
I couldn't help it, okay?

Yeah, what you couldn't help
was getting drunk on cava.

-I'm not blind.
-Cut me some slack, huh?

I was thinking
about our son.

We were all there celebrating
and he was God knows where.

Thank God you didn't
talk about Joxe Mari.

That's the last thing
we needed.

I'd throw a plate at you,
I'm telling you.

Well, I think
they're out of place.

I mean, they're nice,
they're polite,

and all that stuff,

but it's obvious
they don't fit in.

It's the way they talk
and move.

They even chew weird.

And get ready, your grandson's
last name will be Hernandez.

I get a stomachache
just thinking about it.

I don't know, Joxian,
where did we go wrong?

How did our daughter
turn out to be so weird?

Joxian?

Are you asleep?

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Like we discussed
last night,

I go in with the gun,
you wait outside.

Couldn't we flip
a coin for it?

No fucking way.
I'll do it.

I have to start someday.

Yeah, sure.

There he is.

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Man 1 (over radio):
WHAT WOULD YOU TELL
OUR LISTENERS ABOUT THAT?

Man 2 (over radio):
WELL, AT FIRST I WOULD
SAY TO THE LISTENERS

TO JUST TRUST US,
TRUST US, AND...

Hey, would you mind
waiting outside?

We haven't opened yet.

(weakly):
Don't shoot, please.
Take the money.

(breathing heavily)

Come on, Joxe!

Any news
from Joxe Mari?

Nothing new.

Well, we have news
from Koldo.

So he's in Mexico,
as a refugee.

We know because
he wrote a letter

to one of my sisters,
the one in Cordoba.

Did he say anything
about Joxe Mari?

Nothing.

No news
from Joxe Mari,

but good news
from the other son.

Great news.

Gorka won a prize.

(laughs)

Hey. Hey.
Listen up, everyone.

Come on,
come on.

Gorka, my son,
won a prize.

He even got
in the newspaper.

See, here,
here it is.

(clears throat)
"The winner of
the literary contest

"organized by
the Bank of Guipuzcoa

"in the poetry
in Basque category

was Gorka Garmendia."

Uh, my son,
the youngest.

"With a poem titled
'The Mountain's Voice,'

"with a deserved prize
of 10,000 pesetas

and a luxurious trophy."

Man:
10,000 pesetas,
that's amazing.

You better lock him up
in the writing room.

You're gonna be rich, huh?

Come on, stop it.

"Um, the winner said
that he was happy
and overwhelmed,

"and also that the prize
encouraged him

to continue writing."

Look. Shh. Lookit.

His name is here.
So big, huh?

Wow. You know
what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking drinks are on you
this afternoon, huh, Garmendia?

Of course, man.
Drinks to my son.

And to freaking poetry,
damn it, why not?

Man:
Here's to frickin' poetry.

Good afternoon.

God damn it, Joxian.

Just the guy
I wanna see.

Why?

You're son's a poet.

Congratulations.
Holy shit.

You must be proud.

When I realized
the boss was there

just to congratulate me,

oh, man, oh, man,
that was it.

The grand finale.

Herminio and the rest
of the guys were in awe.

In awe, seriously.

Oh, boy, what a watch
the boss had.

Holy shit, if I wanted
to buy a thing like that,

I mean, I'd have to work...
my whole life.

And you would have to
win so many prizes, boy.

Mom, what about you,
you happy?

Of course.

They all
congratulated me.

Juani,
Conchi, the fishwife...

I mean, they're celebrating you
like you were the pope.

Yeah, the same thing
at the Pagoeta, eh.

Everyone was happy.

It was about time
someone envied us.

Hell, yes.

And, what will
you do with the money?

I didn't get it yet.

Yeah, I know that,
when you do.

Hmm... new clothes
and shoes probably.

(laughter)

-Joxian: Nice.
-(telephone ringing)

-Yes?
-Arantxa (over phone):
CONGRATS, YOU BIG CHAMPION.

I knew you were gonna win.
I'm super happy for you.

-And Guille as well.
-A hug from me.

He sends you a hug.

Gorka (over phone):
THANKS. TELL HIM THE SAME.

Hey, but you be
careful, okay?

Don't draw
too much attention.

I don't understand.

Arantxa:
YOU SHOULD JUST
WRITE YOUR STUFF

AND DON'T LET ANYONE
TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR TALENT.

Everyone's been
super nice so far.

Yeah.

But did anyone in town
read the poem

or ask you to read it?

No.

Arantxa:
YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW?

Yeah, I think so.

I'll keep it in mind.
Thanks, Arantxa.

-Arantxa: GOODBYE.
-Bye.

She said
congratulations.

Oh.
Father Serapio says

he wants to see you
right away.

If you go around 5:00,
he'll be in the sacristy.

What does he want?

What do you think?
To congratulate you.

(bells tolling)

Father Serapio:
OUR PEOPLE HAVE BEEN
ENTREPRENEURS, ADVENTUROUS,

our men have been
brave and devout,

but unfortunately,
us Basques

haven't paid close enough
attention to our literature.

God has granted you
talent and vocation.

And in his name, I ask you,
my son, to be disciplined

and to put your abilities
at the service of our people,

like your brother
Joxe Mari's doing.

Wherever he is,
he's doing it his way.

Do you understand?

Yes.

We need
our own literature.

Reliable and good literature
in Basque.

Novels, theater,
poetry, all of it.

It's not enough for kids
to go to school in Basque

and hear their parents
speak and sing in Basque.

More than ever,
we need important writers

to take the language
to another level,

to its greatest glory.

A Shakespeare,
a Cervantes in Basque.

That would be
so wonderful.

Can you imagine?

What I'm trying to say is that,
when you're writing,

it's the Basque Country
who's writing.

Believe me,
it's a beautiful mission,

very beautiful.

I would even say that in this
exact moment in our history,

it's sacred.

You have
my blessing, Gorka.

And if you're ever in need,
doesn't matter what kind,

you just come see me.

We'll help you
with anything,

so you can dedicate
yourself completely

to the noble craft
of writing.

Thank you.

Woman:
Congratulations.

Gorka:
Thank you so much.

-Man: Congratulations.
-Thank you.

-Woman: Congrats, Gorka.
-Thank you.

Hey, Patxi,
three beers, please.

I'm buying today.

-Man: Congrats.
-Thanks.

Gorka.

You're making a mistake.

Mistake? How so?

That better be
the last time

you speak to
a fascist newspaper,

and accept money
from a banking institution

that exploits workers.

The first one
can't be fixed.

The second one can.

It won't
happen again.

This has room for
exactly 10,000 pesetas.

Well, maybe it's just...

Well, look what
he's bringing us.

Hey, hey.
Thanks, Gorka.

Thanks, man.

-Congrats, poet.
-Thanks.

Anyway I was saying
I got some gasoline

and I made four
Molotov cocktails.

What do you got
Molotov cocktails for?

To drink.
What the fuck do you think?

I want us
to take action now.

Well, let's hit
the Town House.

I was thinking PNV's.

Man:
No, not PNV's, man.

My father plays
cards there.

Too bad
there isn't a protest.

We could burn
a couple cops.

Peio:
Fuck, no, not cops.

We gotta just burn
couple of these fuckers

at the port
who fuckin' try to--

Keep it down.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

-Juancar: Sorry, Patxi.
-Peio: Sorry, Patxi.

There's that guy
that owns all the trucks,

don't forget about him.

Peio:
Ah, yeah, of course.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-No, not that one.
-Yeah.

-Listen, I'm serious. No.
-Peio: Yeah, yeah.

No, no, for real.

Besides, I have to go--

So you're gonna
ditch us

to go read your
fuckin' books, huh?

The two of you go ahead.
I can't go.

For fuck's sake,
you're leaving, Hermit, huh?

What the fuck's
wrong now?

Hermit here says
he's not coming.

Peio:
He says he's pulling out.

Juancar:
He's fuckin'
Joxe Mari's brother, man.

It's not like that.

I just...
I have stuff to do.

Listen, kid.
This is a group.

When you're part
of a group and know the plan,

you do it,
you don't betray it.

If you wanted to leave,
you had your chance before.

No one forced you.

But if you're in,
you're in.

Now get out of here.

Peio:
Come on.

Come on!

I get two.

Because I made them.

Lower your
fucking voice.

But we're not gonna burn
the trucks though, right?

The trucks? The whole
company is going down.

(glass breaking, explosion)

Your turn.
I turned the light on for you.

Txato:
Motherfuckers!

Shit, he's got a gun,
let's go!

Run, he's going
to kill us!

Run! Run! Run!

Txato:
Motherfuckers!

Hey!

What a surprise!

What's that?

Can I crash at your place
for a couple of days?

Why?

Things are getting
a little complicated

back at home.

And what did they say?

I wanted to talk
to you first.

All right, come on.

Here, let me help.

You know we only
have one bed, right?

Our bed.

I'll sleep on a blanket
on the floor.

Hey.

You're not running
from the police, are you?

-No.
-Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Is it from
the gang, then?

Yeah, from the gang
and some others.

You're staying with us
for a few days

so Guille has the right
to know the reason why.

Of course.

All right.

Gorka:
I'LL END UP LIKE
JOXE MARI IF I STAY THERE,

They keep pressuring me.

They say books are messing
with my head and they mock me.

They started
calling me "Hermit."

Last night
was the last straw.

I haven't slept all night

and I've been walking
for hours.

What you have to do
is find a job

and leave
that town for good.

I'm trying.

Thanks so much
for letting me stay.

It's our pleasure.

Arantxa:
I'm sure you can find
a job in Donosti.

So are you working
on anything new?

Well, yeah,
just last week

I started working on,
um, a short story.

-About?
-It's about pirates.

-Pirates? Wow.
-Yeah.

(sighs)

It'll be 900 pesetas.

-customer: All right.
-Gorka: Thank you.

That's it.
Thank you.

-Okay, fine.
-Bye.

(upbeat music playing)

Woman:
Yeah, it was great, right?

We had so much fun
that day, yeah.

(indistinct conversations)

I couldn't understand
a single thing.

-Excuse me a second.
-Of course.

Is that your favorite?
Hmm. Good choice.

-Is it? I don't know.
-Yeah.

Well, but they misspelled
the title, right?

They spelled it
"Kompozisiva."

It's supposed to be
"Komposiziva."

The "Z" and the "S"
are mixed up.

Are you from
the grammar police
or something?

Is that it?

I'm Ramuntxo.

-From the Basque Radio.
-Nice to meet you.

I'm here to report
on the exhibit.

Gorka. I work over
at the Donosti bookstore.

-You know it?
-Yeah.

-It's the one
that's in the square.
-Yeah, yeah.

The Donosti bookstore,
yeah.

-Well, of course. Yep.
-Yeah.

So do you like it?

Yeah, I do.

I don't really get it.

-But...
-(laughs)

So are we gonna
walk around and go look

for more
misspelled titles

or should we go get
a drink at the bar?

It's on me.

Uh, I'd love to, but I have to
catch a bus in 15 minutes

and I still haven't checked out
the rest of the exhibit.

Right, of course.
Yeah.

Okay, a quick one.

-All right.
-Yep.

This way.

There's live music.

Really?

-Jazz music.
-Oh, wow.

You like it?

Yeah, well--

Oh, or today not,

but they usually
have it here.

Then people I didn't know
started saying hi to me.

It was like I had written
five books and, um...

I had to write on behalf of
I don't know what.

Anyway, so I felt safer
in my room than on the street.

After all that,
I left that place

and got a job here
at the Donosti bookshop.

I, uh, I said that already,
didn't I?

-Yeah, yeah.
-Well, um,

besides all that,
I do a little bit of everything.

I write back covers
for books, um, pamphlets.

I also do translations.

The Basque language
literally saved my life.

But, uh, what did you study?

Nothing.

I mean, um, not college.

I couldn't go.

Um, the money situation
was never great.

And, um...
Oh, a publisher just accepted,

well, a children's book
I wrote.

Um, "The Blue Pirate Ship."

The title isn't mine.

Can you believe they
changed it without asking me?

Ugh, don't worry about it.

What matters is,
you're getting published.

Yeah.

That's my consolation.

Shit, I lost track of time
and missed the last bus.

If you want,
I could take you.

I have a car.

Well, that'd be
a big favor.

But now you talk,
because I feel like

I'm the only one talking.

Of course.

(rock music playing)

(laughs)

Let's go, come on.

I don't know
what's happening.

(indistinct chatter)

A little weird, I mean...

(laughter)

A light.

-Get it?
-Yeah, yeah.

I mean, come on!

-Shall we go?
-Yeah, let's go.

♪ ♪

So I did go to college,

and that's where
I met my wife, and...

we dated for about,
um, a year or so,

then I got married...

and got divorced when I accepted
I wasn't really into women.

I have a daughter, Amaia.

Um, so now you live
in Bilbao?

I've never been.

What do you mean
you've never been?

It's only an hour away.

Well, to be honest,
I've never been anywhere

other than my town

and Donosti, really.

Come on,
we have to fix that.

Why don't you come
this weekend?

You can stay at my house.

So, coming up
on your next right.

That's where I live
with my sister.

Mm-hmm.

You really helped me out
giving me a ride.

Thank you.

Sure.

Garmendia.

Another letter.

What, you got
a new girlfriend?

Bittori:
JOSE MARI, IT'S BITTORI.

I'M SURE YOU REMEMBER ME.

I HAVE NO INTENTION
OF BOTHERING YOU, BELIEVE ME.

I'M FREE OF HATRED.

WHY THIS LETTER?

BECAUSE I'D LIKE TO KNOW
EVERY POSSIBLE DETAIL

ABOUT MY HUSBAND'S DEATH.

I'M AT THAT AGE
WHEN YOU START THINKING

YOU WON'T LIVE MUCH LONGER.

AND BEFORE I'M IN MY OWN GRAVE

I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU COULD
TELL ME HOW TXATO DIED,

ESPECIALLY WHO SHOT HIM.

I KNOW YOU WERE INVOLVED
IN HIS DEATH.

I'M ASKING YOU
FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashes)

(car approaching)

(tires squeal)

(panting)

(Bittori screaming)

Newscaster:
THE BUSINESSMAN
JESUS MARIA LERTXUNDI, 58,

WAS SHOT DEAD THIS AFTERNOON
BY TWO MEN

WHO ARE ALLEGED TO BE
MEMBERS OF ETA.

AFTER THE FATAL SHOTS,
THEY THEN FLED IN A FORD ESCORT

WHICH WAS WAITING
FOR THEM NEARBY.

THE GRISLY EVENT OCCURRED
AROUND 4:00 P.M.

WHEN JESUS MARIA LERTXUNDI,

OWNER OF THE COMPANY
TXATO CARRIERS,

WAS ON HIS WAY TO HIS CAR
WHICH WAS PARKED IN A GARAGE

ONLY A FEW FEET AWAY
FROM HIS HOUSE.

ACCORDING TO SOURCES...

So you knew the guy?

He was
my dad's best friend.

They used to play
cards together.

Though my sister said
they weren't talking lately.

Woman (over radio):
ADORABLE PAPER LANTERNS...

(upbeat music playing)

This has to be a mistake.

They must've killed
the wrong guy

or something like that.

Do you want us
to go down there
this weekend?

No. (sniffles)

It's best if we don't.

Man:
Ramuntxo.

Can we talk later?

Now let's take a look
at the cultural agenda.

The Barcelona-based band
El Ultimo de la Fila

has finally confirmed
they will be playing

at next month's concert.

(Ramuntxo continues
indistinctly over radio)

Okay. Bye.

(line beeping)

Joxian (over phone):
HELLO?

Hey, Dad, it's me.

Joxian:
OH, GORKA. MUM ISN'T HOME.

She went to the square.

She's at a protest
in favor of the amnesty.

She went now
after what happened?

Joxian:
I TOLD HER,
"YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND.

It's pouring rain."

But...

she's got
the fighting fever.

No one can stop her.

Yeah.

Joxian:
I DON'T WANNA
LEAVE THE HOUSE.

It won't stop raining

and the rheumatism.

Besides, I don't feel
like seeing anyone.

Dad, where did
they kill him?

On the bridge.

Next to his house.

Looks like they were
waiting for him.

You stopped
hanging out, right?

Joxian:
HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?

I still talk to my friends
in town sometimes, Dad.

And with Arantxa.

Uh...

Her too.

Joxian:
LISTEN...

I'd go pay my respects
to Bittori,

but, you know,
your, your mother...

Look, couldn't you write
her something from Bilbao?

One of those postcards
with a black frame.

YOU COULD SIGN IT
"GORKA AND FAMILY."

Why don't you do it?

You don't even
need to look at her.

Sign it "Joxian and family."
That's it.

Why can't you just
write two lines, huh?

I never ask you any favors.

Okay, I'll see.

Take care, Dad.

Newscaster (on TV):
GOOD AFTERNOON.

THE BRUTALITY OF ETA
HAS HIT US ALL ONCE AGAIN.

A NEW ATTACK
AND A NEW DEATH

THAT IS ADDED TO
THE LIST OF VICTIMS

THAT WERE KILLED
WITH NO REASON.

HIS NAME WAS
JESUS MARIA LERTXUNDI,

58, A BUSINESSMAN,
AND OWNER OF...

Ramuntxo:
So, are you
gonna write her?

-To Bittori?
-Yeah.

Of course not.

Although, I'll tell my dad
I did, if he asks me.

He wouldn't
check anyway.

(sobs quietly)

(sniffles)

What am I doing?

You're being a coward.

Exactly.

I'm a coward
just like my father.

And like so many others in town
that by now will be saying,

"That's terrible.
Another murder.

This isn't the way
to build a nation.
Poor Txato."

Yeah, poor Txato,

but no one will
do anything.

By now they probably
already cleaned the blood

off the street with a hose,

so there's no trace
left of it.

Sure, yeah, tomorrow
you hear whispers, but...

deep down,
nothing's changed.

People will go to the protests
in favor of ETA

just to keep an image,

so they try to
live with peace

in this country
of cowards.

At least until
there's another victim.

But who am I
to blame anyone, really?

If I'm... the same,
exactly the same as them?

The same.

Mom, everything's
in the car.

I turned off
the water and gas.

Whenever you're ready.

Give me a second.

Since you're dragging me
out of my own house,

at least let him
take care of it.

Bye, Txato.

Mom, we shouldn't let
hatred make us bitter.

Yeah, sure, let's go.

Let us sing and dance.

Come on, please.

We have to make an effort
so everything that's happened--

No, this didn't just happen.

They did this to us.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Okay.

I'll get the mail
and we're off.

(inaudible)

(car door opens)

What did he want?
Pay his respects?

He wanted to know
when the factory reopens

and when he can
go back to work.

Didn't he hear
his friends killed the owner

a month ago or what?

(scoffs)

Josu says we can always transfer
the company over to the workers.

Bittori:
Never.

What is he, crazy?

Xabier:
He says it's a solution.

Huh. Well, I'd rather burn
the whole thing down.

With all the times they went
on strike against your father,

not happening.

-Something has to be done.
-Not that.

I won't let Andoni,
who did nothing

but drive
your father crazy,

just keep
the company.

Not for all the money
in the world.

Same for all the others.

They say they're
good people or whatever

but none of them
showed any sympathy,

or compassion
or a hint of respect

or came
to the funeral, nothing.

And if you
and your sister are thinking

of keeping the company,

I'm warning you,
they'll kill you,

just like they killed
your father.

Besides, that company
was a part of Txato.

And it's over, because
he's over, and that's it.

Mom, Nerea got in
from Zaragoza yesterday

and stayed with me.

She's waiting for us
at the house in Donosti.

She's nervous
about seeing you.

-Hey, Nerea.
-Nerea: Hi.

Hi, Mom.

Is this the door?

Come in.

Look at that view.

-This must've cost
your father a fortune.
-No, not at all.

The owners had been
trying to sell it for a while.

You'll be more
at ease here

and you won't
have to see the graffiti.

And I'm sure we could
sell the other house if--

Listen, no one's
selling the other house

as long as
I'm alive, okay?

When I'm dead, you can do
whatever you want with it.

All right, I left
Dad's boxes over there.

Okay.

Here are the keys.

(cat meows)

Nerea:
Mom.

Look what we
got for you.

You'll love it.

It had to be black?

They didn't have
any another color?

(cat meows)

It's a female.
Her name is Coal.

-She'll keep you company.
-No.

Your father
kept me company.

Just leave her
on the floor already.

And get out of here.

I wanna be alone
so I can fix this place up.

Oh, and, uh...

-in one of the boxes--
-Stop it.

-You know that--
-I told you to stop it.

Okay.

Uh, Mom...

Don't say
anything, okay?

It'll make it worse.

Come on, just go.

(door opens)

-Get out!
-(cat yowls)

(door closes)

Oh, damn. It's heavy.

I...

My gangster.

-(indistinct chatter)
-Hmm.

I just spoke
with Joxe Mari.

You sent him a picture.

What do you want?
Make him more depressed?

-Hmm.
-Yes, leave me alone.

(sighs)

He said he wrote back.

I don't know to whom,
but he did.

Look, I told you
a thousand times

not to talk
to that crazy woman.

What's the matter?

Am I speaking Chinese
or something?

And you,
I keep asking you

to keep my girl
away from her.

Why don't you listen?

Is she paying you?

Mrs. Miren,

if you're not satisfied
with my work,

you should just
let me go.

I feel so much love
for your daughter, you know.

And my heart breaks
whenever I see

she's getting upset
or whenever she's suffering--

Well, if your heart
is breaking so much,

then don't come back
here anymore!

I'll find someone else,
someone better than you.

Okay, come on
and get your things
and go home!

(grunts sharply)

(breathing heavily)

Calm down. Okay.

Okay, okay.

-Come on.
-(breathing heavily)

Celeste...

forgive me.

I'm sorry for
what I said.

I don't know
what came over me.

You're all just
driving me nuts.

Leave it.
Leave that.

You just take her out.

I'll pick that up.

I thought
you weren't coming.

We had to stay at the house
a little longer,

something came up.

Hmm.

Mrs. Miren scolded me.

She doesn't like
that you're seeing Arantxa.

(beeping)

"Fuck her"?

No, come on,
don't say that, Arantxa.

Listen.

Joxe Mari
answered me.

"Bittori,
I will be brief.

"I don't regret
what I did.

"I'm still with ETA

"and as a member, I hope
for an independent,

"socialist and patriotic
Basque Country.

"It's the last time
I'll answer you.

"Please don't write
to me anymore.

And please don't
approach anyone from
my family either. Good-bye."

What do you think?

Well...

"Write to him,

I'll also write to him
one more time."

Yeah, you think so?

Me?

Let's go.

Yeah.

(theme music playing)