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"Love, laugh! Life is short. Enjoy April, as you ought..." RUBÉN DARÍO

Citizens of Spain

The Minister of Information and Tourism

Mr. León Herrera Esteban.

It is with my deepest sorrow

that I read the following announcement: November 20th 1975

Civil and military forces inform that

at five twenty-five, according to the doctors in attendance,

His Excellence the General

passed away as a result of a cardiac arrest

after entering a state of peritonitis-induced toxic shock.

In the name of God and all the saints,

I swear to comply with and enforce the fundamental laws of the Kingdom

and remain loyal to the principles the fundamental laws of the Kingdom.

- Long live the King! - Viva!

- Long live Spain! - Viva!

I swear to hold the position of President of the Government

with absolute loyalty to the King.

Amnesty, freedom!

Ladies and gentlemen

official government sources have just confirmed

that the Communist Party of Spain has been legalized.

This party is the people's party,

for the people, born of the people.

It is with much hope and joy

that I declare the inauguration of this government's term in office.

Today I have come to the conclusion that, given the current circumstances,

my resignation as president is in the best interests of Spanish citizens

I am resigning because it seems words are no longer enough

It is time to demonstrate with actions who we are and what we want.

ADOLFO SUAREZ' RESIGNATION AS PRESIDENT OF THE GOVERNMENT

ON JANUARY 29th 1981 SHOOK SPANISH SOCIETY DURING THE TRANSITION

THE REAL REASON WAS NEVER ESTABLISHED

ONE MONTH LATER, LEOPOLDO CALVO SOTELO WAS SWORN IN AS HIS SUCCESSOR.

VOTING COMMENCED AT 6:14 p.m. ON FEBRUARY 23rd 1981

WITH MUCH OF THE NATION WATCHING CLOSELY.

Presidential candidate Leopoldo Calvo Sotelo now has the floor

for any further comments or explanations he may wish to make.

The summons will commence...

From 9:30 a.m. Yes, that's when we open.

Okay, great.

Have a nice day.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Here you go.

Thanks, Paco. You're a star.

How's Ramón? Protest much?

Only a little.

Told you so, he doesn't like the smell of coffee.

Get ready, everybody's waiting.

- Rafa's going first. - Okay.

Matilde, got plans this evening?

Wait...

I see a romantic dinner, candles, a few rounds between the sheets...

- Oh, really? - What do you think?

Know what I think, Toni?

I'm thinking a fireplace, a TV...

and a husband.

Why do we always end up talking about your husband?

Why don't you ever make me a serious proposal?

- Excuse me, that is a serious proposal. - Sure.

Never thought about getting married? You know, settling down?

Sure, the day the Divorce Law goes through.

What do you know! Enough of that, smooth-talker.

This guy!

Paquito, where have you been?

Seen the new girl?

No, I haven't seen anyone. Some of us have work to do.

She's a real beauty, kid. A genuine nymph.

I think I'm in love.

- And what will Matilde think of that? - My God, you're so old-fashioned!

- I'm not old-fashioned. - Yes you are. It's the '80s, Paco.

A new, liberal world. Change is here. Carpe diem.

Come here, look.

Don't tell me she's not the most beautiful woman in the world.

Yes, I'm sure she is.

"She is the lyre, she is the rose,

she is harmonious science...

Life-giving perfume from her flows."

Laugh if you like, Paquito. But love at first sight is the real deal.

That vigor, that impulse... That's what makes us feel alive.

The rest is just tedium, ennui.

Tedium isn't so bad. It's comforting... and safe.

What nonsense! You have to live life, take risks.

No risk, no reward.

Look, if we don't enjoy life

if we don't revel in its earthly pleasures

what's the point of it all?

Why are we here?

This afternoon... to help the Union organise the strike, remember?

Hey, here she comes, highlight my virtues.

What virtues?

Boys. How're you doing? Let me introduce Marisol.

She's our new office secretary.

Hi, pleased to meet you. - Paco... and Toni.

You'll be working mostly with them.

The pleasure's ours, mademoiselle. Antonio Rodríguez del Olmo.

From today and forever more, your admirer, servant and friend.

At your service, day or night. Especially at night.

Oh Toni, calm down, she's just got here.

Paco, could you show her the office, please?

- Of course, no problem. - Let's go, Toni.

"These delicate princesses are so much like you:

they pick lilies, roses, asters, as girls do."

Toni...

That's so lovely!

I bet it's Miguel Bosé, am I right?

Almost... Rubén Darío.

So, happy to be working for labor attorneys?

You'll mostly be planning the diary, answering calls, running errands.

The archive, too. But be careful, there's a mouse with a nasty temper.

We call him Ramón.

- Over there? - Yes.

Don't worry about the mouse.

I'm used to animals, my parents have a house in the countryside

and well, I grew up there.

Oh really? We hold country folk in high esteem around here.

We're strong advocates of Agrarian Reform.

Me too. Thing is, my parents are from the other side.

They're the ones exploiting people, you know? That's why I'm rebelling.

Good for you.

Can't wait for mine to pop their clogs so I can I can take them to task.

- So this movement makes a difference. - Are there always this many people here?

Well, depends. Today we're advising strike committees from two factories.

There are also people from commissions and the party.

Do you belong to the party, too?

Oh no, I'm not dogmatic enough for them to give me a membership card.

You've got to be joking.

I'm serious. I think we're taking a huge risk. And for what?

To get beaten up, then tomorrow we're out on the street?

It's not worth it.

Not worth it? Not worth taking to the streets to defend your rights?

Not when there's so much at risk. It won't work. It's absurd.

Come off it!

What's absurd is not taking to the streets to stand up for your rights

When you finally have the chance after so long.

That's absurd.

I'm just saying I don't think it's the right time.

And when is, then?

Should we just keep quiet until we don't have any rights left

for them to deny us?

That's not what I mean. But until there's less of a risk, yes.

Stop right there. There's always going to be a risk.

All of us here know that.

And you do, too.

Thing is, you don't have the balls to go out and defend

what needs defending. You'd prefer to live in fear.

Adriana's an incredible woman.

Yes, that she is.

Toni, too. He's the lawyer with the highest win rate in the office.

But if we're not in this together, it's pointless.

Stepping back could mean the end of this.

- Really? - Yup, that's Toni.

Great colleague. Even greater person.

And you?

What about you, Paco?

Sorry, excuse me... They've stormed Congress.

They got into the chamber while the president was being sworn in.

- What? - There are troops in Congress!

Has broken into the Congress of Deputies.

There is a Lieutenant-Colonel with a gun

making his way towards the platform, taking aim at the chamber.

A Civil Guard is aiming his gun.

More members of the police are entering.

He is aiming his gun at the President of the Congress of Deputies.

And we can see that...

-Nobody move! Everyone get down!

We can't continue broadcasting... They're aiming... submachine guns at us.

I said get down!

God dammit.

Oh my God.

Stop... careful now.

- Touch the camera and I'll kill you. - Turn it off.

Not again.

As you heard, our team was broadcasting from the Congress of Deputies

during the plenary for the investiture of the presidential candidate,

Leopoldo Calvo-Sotelo. After some shouting, we were disconnected.

We have been unable to continue the broadcast.

We are expecting to resume in a few minutes' time, if possible.

I can't believe it.

It came out of nowhere.

They were voting and suddenly...

ETA must be behind it.

What the hell are you talking about?

Didn't you hear? It was the Civil Guard.

Well, maybe they're ETA in disguise.

ETA in disguise? What is this, Carnival?

It's not ETA.

It's a coup d'état.

Who could it be?

Hello?

Who is it?

Who was it?

They hung up.

ALONE IN THE NIGHT

Hurry up, only take the riskiest ones.

You're leaving?

Yes, and you should too. Grab what you need and go home.

Stay there until further notice. Everyone's doing the same.

Isn't it better to stay here together until we know what's happened?

No, no, no!

It isn't safe here. Not since the Atocha massacre.

We have to go.

What do you mean? Someone could come and kill us?

Paco, someone called and hung up without saying a word.

What do you think?

I think I need to sit down.

Carmen's on her way.

- Where will you go? - To Juan's place in the mountains.

By car? With things as they are? What if there are roadblocks? It's crazy.

What choice do we have?

We could stay here, do nothing. Stay calm. Maybe it's not such a big deal.

Or maybe they've taken down half of Congress, we're on their black list

and they're on their way to kill us. Were you born yesterday?

Paco has a point.

The first thing the military does in these situations

is control communications, monitor and cut off the roads. He's right.

See? Listen to her, she's the one with experience in coup d'états.

And why don't we hide out at yours, Paquito?

What do you mean at mine? In my house?

Who would look for a bunch of reds at the house

of the former head of the Falange's Female Section?

We're not going to my aunt's! We wouldn't fit.

We can share beds.

Your aunt's in Lourdes on a Church trip, right?

It's perfect! Let's vote.

Votes in favor of hiding out at Paco's aunt's so the rebels don't kill us?

Votes against?

Stay here, get arrested,

condemned to an unfair trial, the garotte and who knows what else.

Perfect. Everyone to Paco's!

Is there anything left?

No.

Will you join me, Marisol?

Toni, really

I don't think this is a good idea.

My place is small, low ceilings...

Stop right there. Why do you always complain about everything?

I don't. If only you'd let me.

Listen up, kid.

If this goes wrong, and that's possible,

This could be the last taste of freedom we get in a long time.

Do you want to spend it alone or together?

You heard the girls, right?

They didn't object to sharing beds.

Maybe some good will come of all this.

But really, Toni...

Listen, kid...

"You lament with vain complaint the days of yore

when there is still the promise of pleasure come the morn."

Come on, grab a box and go home.

Nobody move!

Get down!

Everybody get down!

Nobody move!

It feels like... we're in The Godfather and they're coming to get us.

Paco, what's the point in being scared? The fascists can smell it.

- Did you see that car? - What car?

The one on the corner.

- Discreetly, Paco. Discreetly! - The blue one?

Yes, calm down. I'm sure it's nothing.

What if it's a police car and they're coming for us?

Shit. It's coming this way.

- What? Don't tell me... - Look at me. Look at me!

Grab the box, let's go.

- We've got to protect the rest. - And who's going to protect us?

Pick up the pace, Paco. When I say so,

on the count of three, we run for it.

- Run for it. One, two... - But my flat feet...

Paco, what the hell?

Carmen?

My God, Carmen. What on earth do you think you're doing?

You nearly frightened us to death.

Sorry, Paco. I wasn't sure it was you.

I'm terrified, Paco.

I'm terrified!

- Carmen, are you okay? - The whole city's swarming with fascists.

On the radio they're saying there are tanks in the streets. My God.

- They almost got me, Paco. - What? Where?

At the petrol station. We were filling up

and the owner was there, the son of a really nasty General.

He was calling the police to turn me in, Paco.

Carmen, are you sure? Did you overhear something?

- No need, I saw it in his eyes. - My God, Carmen.

- Oh my God. - Paco...

They know who we are. They know Manolo and I have been to prison.

But you know what? More fool him!

I sped off without paying, ha!

Why did you do that?

Now they're sure to arrest you.

And us too, you've made us accomplices to a crime, Carmen!

You can't trust anyone, Paco.

- The bastards are everywhere. Everywhere! - Laurita, shut up, please.

You'll get your crazy mom and I arrested.

Hey, she's not the problem. You who threw a box on top of her.

If you'd come in the 600 we would've recognised you.

Where did you get this car? It's just like the ones the secret police use.

It's not mine, Paco. I borrowed it from a neighbour, it's bigger.

- Darling... - Manolo!

- All set? - Suitcase packed,

- full tank, diaper changed. - Perfect. Marisol, it's her first day.

- My partner, Carmen. - Hi, nice to meet you.

Likewise.

So where are we going in the end?

- To Paco's house. - To Paco's?

- And who's this beautiful little girl? - Laura.

Laura, like in Little House on the Prairie!

No Yankee bullshit. Like Karl's Marx daughter, Laura.

Can't you calm her down a bit? We don't want to attract attention.

- Try feeding her. - She's not hungry. If we don't sing...

- She won't shut up unless we sing? - Yes Paco, she's a baby.

- Go on Paco, sing the baby a song. - Me?

I'm a terrible singer. You do it, you're much better than me.

Once upon a time there was a nice little wolf...

mistreated by all the little lambs...

- It's no use, it's not working. - She prefers The Internationale.

Sing her The Internationale during a coup d'état? Are you crazy?

- What can I say? Takes after her dad. - My God. What's Daddy's favorite version?

The good one, the Communist obviously.

Oh, there's more than one?

Of course. The Socialist one, the Anarchist one, the Communist one...

Sing the Socialist one and you're out of here.

Okay, got it.

Arise ye prisoners of starvation. Arise ye wretched of the earth

For justice thunders condemnation A better world's in birth!

No more tradition's chains shall bind us Arise, ye slaves, no more in thrall

The earth shall rise on new foundations We have been naught we shall be all

'Tis the final conflict Let each stand in his place

The International Union Shall be the human race

It worked.

The attack initiated a short while ago

on the Congress of Deputies continues.

The Civil Guard have cordoned off the area

to prevent access to the building.

Sources close to the government indicate this is an isolated event,

although in Valencia Lieutenant General Milans

del Bosch has declared a State of Emergency

and has placed tanks and armed guards on the streets

due to possible repercussions from the attack on Congress.

We will continue to keep you informed.

Put the things over there.

Wow! Damn, what a place!

What did you say your aunt did in the Francoism?

Oh, nothing. Just an ally.

Paco, where can I put the baby to sleep?

Yes... this way. I'll show you.

She's beautiful.

She is.

Carmen...? Are you alright?

Sorry, Paco. I can't deal with all this tension. What are we going to do?

What's going to happen to us?

Don't worry. We'll be just fine here.

To be honest, I would have preferred to go to Juan's or to stay at home.

Anywhere else. Just not in the same place as her.

In the same place as who?

What's the matter?

What's the matter? What's the matter with you.

Your wife is here.

That's enough, seriously.

You're not helping things.

It seems lieutenant colonel Tejero is currently awaiting the arrival

of a competent military authority to take charge of operations.

The identity of the person remains unknown...

This is hopeless.

All we can do is wait and see what happens.

Isn't there something we can do? While we wait, I mean.

Of course.

Open a bottle of whiskey. Sip it slowly on the rocks.

A few rounds between the sheets.

What do you think?

How about meditation?

My guru says in times of stress and shock, meditation is the answer.

Because meditation soothes your soul, it frees your mind.

Sorry... what?

Come on, Paco. Don't deny it.

Everyone here knows Adriana and Manolo are having an affair.

- I swear I didn't know. - Look, I'm not stupid.

Deep down I know it's only natural.

It's natural that Manolo's in love with Adriana.

Everyone loves her. She's beautiful, sophisticated, intelligent, Argentinian...

And she sure as hell doesn't have the body of a new mother like me.

Truth is, when I saw you two there in the street,

I felt this unstoppable urge to run her down.

My God, Carmen, enough of this nonsense!

It's not right what she's doing, Paco.

It's not right.

Of course, she's a Jew. No values whatsoever.

And what does being Jewish have to do with...

If anyone's guilty here, I'd say it's Manolo.

Hey, don't go defending her.

You like her too, don't you?

What are you talking about? No way.

Come on, Paco. I've seen you drooling.

I can see it in your eyes.

Everybody knows it.

What exactly does everybody know?

That you're crazy about her.

Define everybody.

Well, everybody... is everybody, Paco.

And she is, too.

Well, this is a fine mess we're in.

Why don't you talk to her?

There's no point, Carmen.

I don't have a chance.

Well, you'll never know if you don't try.

But hey, if it works out we could kill two birds with one stone.

It's not easy being a coward in a brave man's world.

Friends!

Everybody!

House assembly.

Yes?

Quite a cellar your aunt has here.

Hope you don't mind, just lightening the mood a little.

No, of course not.

Come on, help yourselves.

Here you go, Paquito.

Yes.

Manolo.

Adriana.

A toast?

To democracy.

To Freedom.

To life's pleasure's.

To friendship.

To Paco. For taking us in.

To not being killed.

Another round?

Of course.

Paco?

- Where's the bathroom? - For you, miss.

Come with me.

Great.

Carmen.

One for the road?

Sure.

Why wait, right?

Let's go.

- Ugh, gross. - Isn't she adorable?

Got it bad for the new girl, huh?

"Youth, divine treasure..."

Rubén Darío again. Why not Miguel Hernández?

Alberti, Machado...

Geniuses of militant poetry.

Rubén Darío was right wing.

Having lovers is right-wing.

Not a criticism, for the record. Just saying.

To leftist contradictions.

The best of them all.

Is this your room?

Yes, sort of. It's my cousin's.

- But as he's doing his service... - Can I take a look?

There's not much to see.

Is that you?

- Did you do military service? - Well, hardly.

- Good thing about having flat feet. - Oh...

Hey, Marisol! Are you okay?

- Are you alright? - Yes, yes.

I'm just a little dizzy, that's all. I think the shot went to my head.

Come and sit down.

Yes, that's better. Thanks.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes... I'm just...

I'm just really hot.

- I'll get you some water. - No, no.

Paco, I want you to stay here with me. Please stay.

How's little Laura? Is she asleep?

Yes. She's asleep, finally.

Thank goodness. Must be a relief.

Hey, I just want to say, I hope you didn't think I did it on purpose.

Did what?

You know...

nearly run you over.

No, no.

Why would I think that?

- It's absurd. - Yes.

Totally absurd. It's just...

Sorry. With all this coup business I'm a little... disorientated.

Yes, of course. Me too.

Was it like this in Argentina?

We'll have to wait and see if the coup is successful or not.

Do you miss it?

Yes, well, I miss the old Argentina, not the one I left behind.

I don't want to go back to that Argentina.

Right.

I can't imagine how hard it must have been for everyone.

For you.

Yes. The worst thing is not knowing.

Not knowing what happened to the people they took.

People you used to see every day. In bars, at college...

And then one day, they just disappear and you can't make sense of it all.

You can't understand what a 17 year-old boy,

full of love and joy, could have done to deserve being taken like that.

And you want to kill yourself because you know deep down

it should have been you, not him.

You were the militant one, in the streets with the banners, the proclamations.

But you can't do anything about it.

Nothing.

So you let your dad sell everything he has

to put you on the first flight out of the country.

Out of your country. But your country's full of bastards.

And you miss your country. Of course you do.

Even with all its shit. But you don't know if you'll be able to go back.

If you'll be able to see your loved ones ever again.

And you feel like shit because the brave one in the family isn't you

it's you mom. She's the one that's always there.

Every Thursday she puts on her white headscarf and heads to the Plaza de Mayo

to stand up to the dictatorship and wait for them to give her son back.

Here's to them.

To them.

What's the matter? Afraid of being alone with me or what?

No, no. It's not that.

It's just, we hardly know each other.

I can't believe it, Paco.

- Don't you recognize me? - No.

It's me, Paco. Soledad. Rosario's daughter, from back home.

Don't you remember? We all used to swim naked together in the river.

Solita? No... Impossible! Is it really you?

Of course!

- It's just, you're so different. So... - Grown up?

Different!

It has been nine years since we last saw each other.

Nine years!

Nine years. I have a confession to make, now I've got you here in front of me.

Paco, I was devastated when you left town for college.

You know I had a crush on you, right?

You do remember, don't you?

I remember your braces. But obviously not much else.

Right. Why do you think I came to work at the office?

Think.

The salary? The people's revolution?

No, Paco. Because of you.

I wanted to be close to you.

Feel it. Feel how fast my heart's beating.

It's beating like crazy. Because you're here in front of me.

Is this... legal?

I just don't want to get arrested by red and for being like Polanski

Pacol, I'm going to kiss you.

It's been a long time...

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, no. Nothing to interrupt.

- Nothing going on here. Nothing at all. - I'm looking for the bathroom?

Ah, yes, end of the corridor.

Too bad, Paco.

You're going to ruin my reputation.

You're so funny, Paco.

You're not getting out of it that easily.

What's he done now?

Paquito!

Paquito! Come here.

What's wrong?

Nothing, relax, everything's under control.

What is this wonder I behold?

This?

It's from my aunt's dance classes.

Merengue, Salsa... She dances a little of everything.

This is the beach

- Wanna dance? - Of course.

Where I saw you pass by

just by the sea

- You okay? - Yes, fine.

This is the beach where we will love each other

just the two of us

Paco.

Want to dance?

I feel like dancing.

This is the beach where I saw you pass by

just by the sea.

What happened back there with Marisol?

Nothing. Nothing happened.

- Come on, Paco. Don't lie to me. - I'm not.

You are. There's something between you and Marisol.

We were childhood friends. I haven't seen her in years.

I like chatting with you, Paco.

Why don't we do it more often?

I don't know, things are always so crazy at the office.

Maybe you could try it.

Next time you go to the archive.

Instead of just staring.

Well, it's not like I...

stare.

No, of course not. I don't mind you staring.

Seriously. I like it.

This lunch meat is delicious. I could eat kilos and kilos of it!

I hope my aunt doesn't get mad. She was saving it for the vicar.

Hey, doesn't this all just seem like some bad joke? The coup, I mean.

What can we do?

For now, get drunk.

Can I get a refill?

"Youth, I offer you the gift of this silver cup.

Fill your cup and drink."

More damned Darío.

I think it's nice, romantic.

How long do you think this is going to last?

I mean... us, here.

No way of knowing.

Could be a day, a week, a month.

- My aunt won't be away for a month... - Let's wait for more news first.

For now we have to keep calm, organized, disciplined. Establish a hierarchy.

He's right. It's all a matter of focus and attitude.

Just like jail.

Have you been to jail?

You're sitting opposite a real live Montoneros officer in Argentina.

Officer? Sympathizer.

And on the critical side.

Don't want us to air all your Peronist dirty laundry, huh?

Anyone else been to jail?

Manolo's been arrested several times.

Carmen served three months for handing out anti-death penalty propaganda.

I was thirteen when I first got arrested.

Kissed a girl at the pictures. Want a demonstration?

- Paco, have you been to jail? - Twice.

But only for urinating in public.

All this is getting me down, if I'm honest.

Let's hope the same happens here as in Portugal.

What happened in Portugal?

Well Marisol, there was a military coup

but in the end the soldiers rebelled against their commanders

and took the side of the people, to hell with tyranny.

Like here. But the opposite.

Oh.

Grândola.

What's Grândola?

Grândola, vila morena

Land of

Fraternity

It is the people who lead

Inside of you, oh city

Inside of you, oh city

It is the people

Who lead

Land of fraternity

Grândola, vila morena

On each corner

A friend

In each...

Face, equality

Grândola, vila morena

Land of fraternity

Land of fraternity

Grândola, vila morena

On each face, equality

It is the people who lead

That was beautiful.

Radio announcement: We are informed that national broadcasting facilities

have been occupied by government forces

to ensure your safety and our usual schedule has therefore been interrupted.

This development has provoked widespread alarm

but there is no apparent link with today's events in Congress.

All other media channels are operating normally.

The trade unions CCOO and UGT have called emergency meetings

and have made a public announcement condemning the attack Congress,

reaffirming their full support of the King, Parliament, the Armed Forces

and all other democratic institutions in the face of a serious crime

against democracy and the Constitution.

While the uncertainty continues outside the Congress of Deputies,

the rest of the country seemingly remains calm.

There is further news of new incidents and most citizens remain in their homes.

Hey, get over here.

You have to see this.

What's up?

There's someone out there.

Why are you saying it like they're a serial killer?

A serial killer?

I've never seen a serial killer before! Who do you think they're going to kill?

- Dear God, let it be the neighbor. - Turn off the lights.

What are you doing? What's going on?

Looks like he's military. He's been there a while.

I hope it's like in Portugal.

Doubt it. He's not wearing a carnation.

He's crossing the street.

I think I'm having a heart attack.

He's ringing the doorbell!

- I'm dying, I'm having a heart attack. - Shut up!

- Shall I open the door? - What're you talking about?

That's a no then.

He's not there, he's gone!

Where's he gone?

- Oh my God. Oh my God. - Shut up!

What happens?

He's coming in.

How?

- He's coming up! - I can't see, I can't see anything!

- Shh! - I can't see!

Silence!

Hide!

- Here. - What's this?

- Ready? - Yes.

I'm not...

One... two...

Three!

Pepe?

Paco?

Fascist son of a bitch!

Great job, honey.

Would you mind..?

Paco?

Paco.

Am I dead?

No, silly. You passed out.

- What? - Come on, slowly does it.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

- What happened? - How you doing, kid?

- Here, put your glasses on. - Fine, I think. Fine.

He's fine. Just a bump on the head.

He's not the only one.

What's going on? What's he doing there?

- You know him? - Of course, he's my cousin.

- Why's he here? - He lives here.

- He looks like a storm trooper. - My cousin?

Why's he dressed like that?

He's doing his military service. Maybe he's on leave.

- Did you ask? - In the middle of a coup d'état? Really?

I don't trust him, Paco. Those sons of bitches are staging the perfect coup.

Hold Congress hostage, declare a state of emergency

and put tanks on the streets. Next, the military leader arrives at Congress

and takes charge. If that happens, it's over.

It'll be like in Argentina or Chile. A national coup.

Well, what are we going to do?

- We won't make it easy for them. - What do you mean?

Wouldn't it be easier to leave the country? Go to France or Portugal?

What do I do with the baby? Cross the mountains with her?

We can leave her with your parents. I have contacts in the USSR.

The Soviet Union? There's nothing there, it's freezing cold.

No way. I'm not leaving the baby with anyone. Manolo,

you told me we'd be safe here. Nobody mentioned crossing mountains.

No, no, no...

- No sir! I'm not going anywhere. - I'm with Carmen. Let's barricade

- ourselves so nobody can get in. - Wait a minute. We can't just sit here.

Soon there could be troops on the streets.

What troops? He's my cousin.

- So what do we do? Take on the military? - Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?

I propose we do nothing. Maybe in a couple of hours it will have all blown over.

Paco, it won't blow over on its own.

You have to make change happen.

- Right here, right now. - Yes, we have to do something.

We have to fight for what we worked so hard to achieve!

And you think the ones driving the tanks are going to like that?

No tank can stop the will of the people!

If necessary, we'll resort to violence.

- Manolo, what do you think you're doing? - He's got a gun. A real gun!

Of course it's real, it's the coup plotter's.

Coup plotter? He's my cousin!

- Can I touch it? - No!

Manolo, what're you going to do with that?

Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to make yourself clear.

He's my cousin, for God's sake. Carmen, do something.

Whatever you do, do it away from the baby. It's not easy getting her to sleep.

This is crazy... Nobody is shooting anyone!

Calm down, I'm just thinking aloud.

I'm not planning on shooting anyone. For now.

Shit, the coup plotter!

Paco, let me do that.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Is he really your cousin? - Yes.

He's cute. He looks a lot like you. Though you're cuter, Paco.

- Hey, kid. Can we talk a minute? - Sure.

- What's up? - Manolo's out of control.

- Yeah, but what can we do? - Change of plan.

- I don't follow you. - A coup within a coup.

- Another coup in Congress? - Not in Congress. Here.

We have to take back control.

This is getting out of hand.

Right, right. I get it.

It's a smart plan Toni, but difficult to execute.

I'm not brave enough.

Me neither. I'm a lover, not a warrior.

What about your cousin? He's trained in combat.

I don't know, Toni. The poor guy's exhausted.

We can't count on Marisol either. That girl's quite the radical.

Don't you like her anymore?

What have her views got to do with me liking her or not? Totally irrelevant.

Have you seen that body? It'd make anyone a sinner.

In fact, I've got a confession to make.

We nearly kissed back there.

- Hope you don't mind. - No, no. Not at all.

- Don't worry about that now. - Great.

Hey, he's waking up!

Hey there.

No funny business, kid.

Paco, what's all this about?

Relax. We're just here having casual drinks with some friends.

That's all.

- Are you from ETA? - Not ETA again.

We may be Marxists, Leninists or Trotskyists. But not nationalists.

I'm more of a sentimental socialist, but we're not doing anything wrong.

We're just hiding out here until things calm down.

- Who sent you? - What were you going to do with us?

I just wanted to go home, but...

I left the barracks as soon as I got the chance.

Strange things were happening.

- All we need, a deserter. - What kind of things?

I don't know. They don't tell me anything, but...

The guys in charge got all nervous and started saying we had to go and get

the Chinese, the Russians... Paco, I don't want to kill anyone.

I don't want to go to China or Russia...

Paco, you know I'm shit scared of even getting on a plane!

Where did you get the gun? You don't get one in military service.

It's only because the General makes me carry it.

Sometimes I'm his chauffeur, it's just for show...

But I'm a good guy, I go with my mom to mass every Sunday.

- Tell them, Paco! - It's true, I used to go with him.

Sir, I swear I'm telling the truth! I swear on the Virgin Mary and all the saints.

Enough of the Virgin, God dammit.

- What do we do? - I don't know.

Maybe he's telling the truth. He seems scared.

Of course he's scared. We're related.

So will you leave him alone, right?

- No, not yet. - Something has to be done.

- They'll be looking for him. - We could get rid of him.

For God's sake, Carmen. He's my cousin.

Were you in the Portuguese revolution?

No, I've only been to Portugal to Fátima with my mom. And to buy towels.

Portugal seems like a nice place. I've never been.

Manolo's right.

Even if your cousin's telling the truth, the house is no longer safe.

We have to take action.

He has to join us, form part of the plan.

- Wait a second, what plan? - It's a big risk.

- Maybe, but we don't have a choice. - Okay.

Okay? What do you mean "okay"? What plan?

Hey...

Where are you going? What plan?

Adriana, what plan?

I thought we agreed to stay put, wait it out.

Yes, there's been a last-minute change of plan.

- We have to send a message. - What?

A message? What message?

- This one... Take this one. - That's my closet...

And this one.

Let me help you.

- I'm this close to telling you to go... - So do it.

Do it. Just leave me in peace. This is bigger than us.

Don't you get it?

Here. Put these on.

Toni... It's time.

- Time for what? - You know, for the coup within a coup.

Look, kid. I'm not so sure anymore. And what's more...

I think Marisol has the hots for your cousin.

So with your permission, I think I'll stay here drowning my sorrows.

- Take care out there. - Wait, what? You're not coming?

Somebody has to stay here and hold the fort.

Hey, why can't I stay? After all, it's my fort.

It's my mom's fort.

Whose side are you on? Do you want another knock on the head?

Let's go.

Take care, kid.

Remember, "follow the course of love". You're a poet.

Don't even think about talking to me about love right now, Toni.

Carmen...

"To know love is to know suffering".

Huh... Very true.

"Madam, love is violent.

And when a figure sets our thoughts on fire, madness reigns"

Damn, Toni. That's beautiful.

Tell me another.

"Love your rhythm

and pace your actions obeying its law.

Just as your verses, you are a universe of universes

and your soul a wellspring of song".

Another.

"Love. Love. Love.

Love always with all your being, with all the earth

and the heavens.

With the light of the sun and the darkness of mud.

Love from the depths of science, love with the utmost yearning.

And when the climb to life's peaks becomes

long and hard, precipitous and full of abysses

Love the immensity that is love aflame and burn with the fusion of our very breasts".

The tense situation continues in the Congress of Deputies

with no further developments other than those reported this afternoon at the time

of the attack carried out during the investiture of Leopoldo Calvo Sotelo

The police cordon outside continues to prevent access to the building.

Increasing numbers of police and armed forces are present it the surrounding area.

General Aramburu Topete, Head of the Civil Guard,

has just arrived at the scene with the intention

of establishing what is happening and negotiating with the assailants.

We have been informed that the deputies remain in their seats...

This is the place.

Manolo, don't you see all this commando-terrorist stuff is crazy?

Why don't we paint graffiti or throw leaflets?

Under other circumstances, Paco, that might work.

But everyone's shut away at home, we need to take drastic action.

Let's go.

Well...

Hey, aren't they coming?

No, they're going to keep watch.

Can't I keep watch, too?

- I'm more of an onlooker than a doer... - No, Paco. Enough.

My aunt isn't going to be pleased

that I left her son with a radical terrorist.

Hey, is there a bathroom in there? I'm peeing myself.

Shh, Paco!

I can't hold it in any longer... Okay, okay.

- Nobody there. Let's get going. - Paco, the light's on.

Right, fine.

- Who's there? - Comrade.

We're from the Worker's Movement in Defense of Democracy.

We've come to keep watch, to prevent any attacks on the station.

Open the door, please.

The what Movement?

The Worker's Movement in Defense of Democracy.

- Open up. - Leave, leave now or I'll call the police!

What? No, no, no!

It's not a good idea to call the police, my friend.

They could be in cahoots with members of the coup.

- Open up and we'll explain. - I'm not letting you in.

Hey...

Do you think this liquor is still alcoholic?

It's been at my mom's place a long time.

Oh, I don't know. You're right. We'll have to try it.

We'll have to try it then.

For the people.

For the fatherland!

I've never kissed a soldier before.

And I've never kissed a terrorist.

Look, that's great, really. But I still can't open the door!

- Of course not, why would he? Let's go... - Paco! We have do to something.

- Open it. - Leave, that's what we have to do,

- before they arrest us all. - Paco, that's enough!

Paco, Paco Rojas? Is that you?

It's Miguelito García, from the Marist Brotherhood.

Miguelito García from the Marists'...

Nope, sorry, never went to school. Grew up in the forest, like Mowgli.

Paco, it's me Miguelito. Don't you remember me?

Of course, Miguelito! Miguelito García! Long time no see!

Damn it, Paco. You could've said it was you. You gave me a fright. Come in.

How are you?

I didn't know you'd joined the class struggle?

- Me neither, to be honest. - José, some friends want to read

a statement from Workers United for Democracy.

No. From the Workers' Movement in Defense of Democracy. Subtle difference.

What kind of statement? I'm not broadcasting anything apart from

the live connection with Madrid.

Comrade. It is of vital importance that you grant us the right to broadcast.

It's essential that the people know they're not alone on a night like this.

Apologies to the people, we don't broadcast unauthorized content.

Tonight's not the night to mess around.

Besides, they're saying the King is going to make a speech to the nation.

The King? Why?

They didn't say.

He's the military authority.

Comrade. It is vital that you let us read this statement.

This is a critical situation. It is the duty of the democratic media

to freely and truthfully inform the citizens of the nation

and not serve the interests of reactionary coup members.

God fucking damn!

What a night this guy is going to give me!

Look, what do you want?

Are you looking for a fight or what, dumbass?

Fuck you, hippy.

Look, calm down.

Take it easy, comrade. Listen...

I'm not your goddamn comrade! God damn. Get out of here!

Relax, no need to get like that, man, we're all in the same boat.

What damn boat!

Fuck! Nobody move!

Damn, Paco. Are you from ETA?

We're the people, Goddamn it, the people!

- Careful! - Police! Call the police!

Paco, do something!

Freeze! Don't move!

- Hands up! - Easy, Paco.

Everybody calm down.

- Relax. - Calm down, Paco.

I am calm.

Hey, where are you going? Stop right there!

Adriana? Adriana! Are you alright? Are you hit?

Yes, I'm fine. No, you didn't get me.

- It's jammed. - What?

It won't open.

No, no, no!

Hey! Open the door, please!

- We're going to get out of here. - How did I get caught up in this?

Next time I'm going to Lourdes with my aunt.

- I'm got going out of there. - Yes you are.

It's not far to the ground. Perfect.

Are you crazy? You'll get us killed.

We're not going to die. We're on the first floor.

- Exactly, we'll crack our heads open. - Go on, get a move on.

Careful!

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

Oh my God.

She's totally nuts.

I can't do it.

I can't. I can't.

Paco, slowly!

Oh my God.

You're doing great, nearly there.

- Are you okay? - No... My foot's broken.

- It's not broken. - Yes it is! It's excruciatingly painful.

Just calm down, please.

How could you have broken your foot?

Come on...

- Help me! - I am helping you.

- Damn, does it hurt that much? - Yes.

Look, there they are!

Manolo, start the car!

Take that, son of a bitch!

Go go go!

- Why are they leaving? - Police!

Hurry, Paco. Let's go.

It hurts so much, damn it.

Wait... wait a minute. I can't go on.

- I'm dying here. - No, we can't stop now, okay?

- We have to keep going. - Just let me catch my breath a moment.

- Fine. - I think my spleen's going to explode.

They left us behind! Can you believe it?

They didn't leave us behind.

They covered for us so we could escape. Don't you get it?

- They covered for us? - Obviously.

They drove off at full speed!

Was that part of the plan?

What are you talking about, Paco? Everything was going to plan.

You're the idiot who ruined everything!

Hey, don't blame me.

It's not my fault. It's the first time I've had a gun in my hand.

The gun! We left the gun behind. We have to go back.

We can't go back now. The police are sure to be there.

- But my fingerprints are everywhere! - Forget about it.

Nothing's going to happen to you.

CIA, NATO, they're all going to come after me.

All because of that idiot, Miguelito García.

Can you stop thinking about yourself for just one second?

You couldn't be more self-centered wimp,

Paco, it's unbelievable.

I'm drawing the line at selfish. I've never held a gun before.

Never. Not even in military service.

Look, just calm down. We have to think how to get out of here.

- We have to find Manolo and the rest. - Oh yes.

I have plenty to say to him. He better have a good excuse.

- He did it for the cause. - The cause! What cause?

What cause? Are you serious?

- The cause is always the priority. - More of a priority than people?

Look, I understand the cause may be more important than me. But what about you?

You're his lover, for God's sake. He's supposed to care about you.

It's not about that, Paco.

The cause. Our ideas, our values.

They're what make us who we are.

If we don't defend them, what's the point of having them?

I don't even know why I waste my time trying to explain it you.

You don't even seem to care. To have opinions. Say something.

Look, Manolo has plenty of flaws but at least he's hot-blooded, passionate.

What about you, Paco?

You can't even look me in the eyes and tell me how you feel.

We've known each other for two years.

Aren't you going to say anything?

Don't even think about following me, Paco.

The cause, the cause... always the cause.

What about people, don't we matter?

Why would I say anything to her? So she can laugh at me?

That's all she'd do. Laugh.

And I thought I might have had a chance.

We danced together. We laughed.

And then I go and screw it all up.

I screwed up, big time. She'll never forgive me.

Hey, you never say anything and nobody gives you a hard time for it.

That's your mom's job, appearing to shepherds.

While you just hang there on your cross, on cloud nine, not saying a word.

Just like God.

God. Of course. God!

Adriana! Adriana.

Wait, Adriana.

I'm coming.

I'm coming already.

- Who the hell is it? - Father Damián?

It's me, Paco, the altar boy.

We don't have an altar boy called Paco.

Yes, yes. I'm María Alfonsa's nephew.

Remember me? The one who used to spill wine on the floor.

Paquito, my boy! Long time, no see!

What a surprise! How's your aunt? Still as beautiful as ever?

Yes, Father. Right now she's in Lourdes, with Father Gonzalo.

Great. And what brings you to the house of the Lord at this hour?

Sorry to disturb you and the Lord so suddenly,

but you see, Father, we need your help.

Are you here to get married?

Hello, Father. I'm Adriana.

No, no. God forbid.

No, Father. Of course not. She's a friend.

Just... just a friend.

So how may this humble servant of God be of help to you?

Let me explain.

- Do you think he bought it? - I think so. Why?

He gave me a funny look.

- Here he comes. - Okay.

Here you go.

What I can't be sure of, sweetheart, is if still works.

It's been sitting there a long time...

- I think it will. - Really?

Really. Thanks a lot. It's our last hope.

- Well I'm glad. - Thank you, Father.

Paco... Sorry... Can we have a quick word?

Yes, of course, Father.

Paco, you didn't knock her up, did you?

My God, Father. How could you think that? I haven't laid a finger on her.

Look, you can fool me but the eyes of God are all-seeing.

I'm telling the truth. We're just looking for her father.

Someone listening might have seen him.

We have to try, Father. She's having a really tough time.

I don't like that girl at all.

Father, don't you worry about her.

- Are you sure? - Look.

Here you go, for your trouble. For the soup kitchen.

Thank you.

We're saving more and more souls every day.

To make sure none get lost along the way.

God will reward you.

While we're on the subject, didn't you have doubts about your faith?

No, Father. That was just a phase, I'm over it now.

I'm so glad to hear it.

Thank God.

Well, time for me to get going.

Just close the door on your way out. Bye!

And tell...

Tell your aunt to stop by and see me.

- Will do. - Bye, my boy.

Thank you, Father.

Are you sure you know how to work this thing?

Yes, I think so.

We had a radio station at college, until they shut it down.

So I should be able to work it.

You were certainly busy at college.

And you think it still works?

Yep. Why was the priest looking at me like that?

Well, he must have realized you're a Jew.

He's got a sixth sense for that kind of thing.

And what's the problem with Jews?

Well, you killed Jesus.

- He knows Jesus was Jewish, right? - Well.

He has his own views on the matter.

Testing... one, two, three.

- One, two, three. It's working. - Great!

- Yes. - Good, good.

No we just have to try and get on air between the big stations

so as many people as possible can hear us.

Hello?

One, two, three. It's working!

The statement.

What's up?

I had the manifesto in my pocket and it's not there.

What do you mean it's not there?

I don't have it. I've lost it.

It must have fallen out of my pocket or something.

I don't have the statement.

Shit! Goddamn it.

I can't believe it.

It's not here.

Citizens... Comrades.

Good evening. I'm...

Well, I'm just another citizen, just like you.

Don't worry, I won't take much of your time.

I just have one thing to say.

I know a lot of you are scared right now.

I am, too.

I'm scared to death, to be honest.

Just like the rest of you, I imagine.

I'm scared that the dark times will return.

That we won't be able to leave our houses when we please.

That we won't be able to stay out late in our favorite bar with our friends.

That we won't be able to go to the movies or the theater

whenever we like.

Or to the country, the beach, a bookshop, to run through the streets if we want.

Scared of not being able to... enjoy life.

Of not being able to live in freedom.

As we deserve.

This...

This is a great country.

I'm sure of it.

When I think of all of us.

All the progress we've made, all we've achieved

and also all we've still got ahead of us.

And I think we can get through this.

It's true that everyone's different, one person wants one thing

someone else another, and we often end up at loggerheads.

We're so many countries in one, at times the situation gets the better of us.

It's not easy.

But wouldn't it be nice to think we could agree to live in peace?

That we could do this together.

But we can only do it if we look to the future together, with hope.

With hope, and with respect. With the conviction that the freedom

we worked so hard to achieve is fragile.

There's no guarantee it will last forever.

It's our duty to fight to preserve our freedom.

For us, and for those who come after.

We can't let fear get the better of us, it's

the only way of getting through tonight.

Because today it's a coup d'état, but tomorrow it'll be something else

and the day after, something else. Ad infinitum.

We can't waste more time, because we deserve it, it's our turn.

Because we've had enough of living in fear.

Maybe you're all at home right now wondering what will happen.

Maybe many of you aren't even with your loved ones.

All this caught you off-guard, far from home,

and you're dying to tell them how much you love them.

It's not easy, feeling like that.

With fear in your bones, full of uncertainty.

As a friend of mine says:

It's not easy being a coward in a brave man's world.

But I think the time has come to change that.

If that person you care so much about isn't there with you,

pick up the phone.

Call them. Tell them how much you love them, don't wait a second longer.

Because time flies. Because the days, opportunities pass us by

and it's not easy to get them back, or they simply never come back.

If you're lucky, like me

and all this happened with the person you love by your side,

Don't hesitate.

Look them in the eyes and tell them how much you love them.

Say it loud and proud, without fear.

I love you.

I love you.

Enough of leaving things unsaid, enough of being scared, of keeping quiet.

We can't live life in silence, looking on while we say nothing, do nothing.

We can't live our whole life in fear because that's not a life worth living.

In the words of a great poet:

"We lament yesterday with vain objections,

but tomorrow still dawns with the promise of pleasure".

Good night.

Cheers.

And good luck.

In light of the ongoing situation

in the Congress of Deputies and to avoid any possible confusion

I confirm that I have ordered the civil authorities and Joint Heads of State...

Is the King speaking? Move.

To take all necessary measures in order to maintain

constitutional order within the current legal framework.

Any necessary military action must always obtain authorization

from the Joint Heads of State.

It's over. The coup is over!

The military will have no choice but to surrender.

What's wrong, aren't you happy? The King's put an end to the coup!

I don't trust that damn opportunist in the slightest.

Who's to say he's not in cahoots with the coup plotters

and won't end up changing his mind?

He's just looking to legitimize himself

so he can stick around for the next 40 years.

By the way, is nobody going to explain to me

what the hell is going on here?

Well... It's not what it looks like.

Oh yes it is.

It's exactly what it looks like, Manolo.

What? Did you think you're the only one around here?

Let's go, Toni.

No hard feelings, Comrade.

Carmen?

Carmen!

Go on Pepe.

Good night, Manolo. Get some rest.

Goddamn it!

I'm coming, I'm coming. That's enough.

Arise ye prisoners of starvation

Arise ye wretched of the earth

For justice thunders condemnation

A better world's in birth

No more tradition's chains shall bind us

Arise, ye slaves, no more in thrall

The earth shall rise on new foundations

We have been naught we shall be all

'Tis the final conflict

Let each stand in his place

The International Union shall be the human race

Do you think anyone was listening?

I was.

You did great.

- You think so? - Really.

You spoke from the heart.

- Hey, Adri... - What?

What?

You've never called me Adri before.

And we've never taken a walk round the city together before.

- Really? - Yep, first time.

What a shame. It's beautiful.

So quiet. Nobody in the streets.

That's the good thing about coups. Nobody around.

Everyone's at home.

It's so different to Buenos Aires.

- Do you like it? - Yes, I love this little town.

What little town? It's a magnificent city.

- You call this a city? - Obviously.

- You should come to Buenos Aires. - Sure. Some day.

Perfect. Some day.

- It's over. - The coup's over?

Yes. Long live democracy!

Look, it's Manolo's car.

They're here. Come on.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

So...?

I don't feel like going in, to be honest.

Let's all celebrate together. It all worked out in the end.

No, you guys go ahead and celebrate.

- What's the matter? - Adriana,

I hope you'll be very happy with Manolo. It's just, tonight has been so...

I'm sorry.

What's up? Why aren't you going in?

I'll go in a minute.

I don't get it.

What don't you get? Can I stay here with you for a while?

Yes, of course.

There's a bar nearby that opens at 6:00 a.m., we could get some breakfast.

- If you feel like it. - Yes, of course. Of course I do.

But it's still a long time until 6:00 a.m.

No problem. We can just stay here and chat.

Okay... sure.

But...

I'm still not sure if it's safe out here.

I'm sure... I'm sure they'll come take you prisoner.

Want a cigarette?

Yes, please.

Yes.

Thanks.

Is it true you were an altar boy?

- Yes. - Tell me more.

Just for a short time.

- Oh, really? - Yeah. Because I fell asleep

during the priest's sermons.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

At least in my case. I used to sing in the choir too.

- No way! - Yep, I was choir boy.

- A choir boy? - Yes, but I'm a terrible singer.

Sing me a song.

No, no, no.

I was so bad I made everyone else sing out of tune.

I bet you remember at least one.

No, not a single one.

Fine.

Miguelito García was in the choir, too.

I don't believe it.

He knew you from back in the choir, when you were altar boys.

Now I'm flying again

On white wings

Embracing the air

Skimming the horizon

Reaching cities as far away as dreams

Showing all the world Life is possible

TO OUR PARENTS

Life is possible

Life is possible

Shouts of disbelief reach my window

Mermaid cries

Bringing me down

Cries of "are you crazy?"

Flying is for birds

But I spread my wings

Look up to the sky and jump