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The young life of José Maria Ryan
cut short. His crime?

Working for the company
building the Lemoniz plant,

which was enjoying a new atmosphere
of rejection from the Basque people

towards the murderers.

Maria Dolores Gonzalez Catarain,
known as "Yo yes"”, has been murdered.

The ex-member of militant ETA
was trying to start a new life.

She was with her three-year-old son
when the murder took place.

The Barcelona attack is the bloodiest
we've seen against civilians.

One of them identified himself
as a member of ETA

and said he'd placed a bomb at
the Hipercor supermarket in Meridiana.

Finally he said "Long live the Basques”.

Everything was calm around
the Civil Guard station in Arrabal.

Then, a Seat 124 pulled up

and the occupants
quickly left the vehicle.

The Civil Guard on the door realized

and that's when he heard the bomb
being detonated and the explosion.

When we managed to get her out,
she told us

her kids were under the rubble.

A car bomb went off at the junction
of Joaquin Costa and Lopez de Hoyos.

According to the latest reports,
6 people have been killed,

although we still need
to confirm that number.

That's all for now.

STRASBOURG, 1995

Is this it?

-Yes, sir.
-OK.

Goodbye.

-Thank you.
-Goodbye, sir.

-Thank you so much.
-You're very welcome.

Joseph's friends are always welcome.

You might be a bit cramped.
There's not much room here.

Don't worry.
We've slept in much worse places!

Just wait until you taste this stew.

Joseph always says the same.

We're lucky to taste it.

Zorion.

My mother usually adds pork fat.

He's a pig.

What?

-He's a pig.
-Who?

Look at that photo.

And where are you both from?

Have you come far?

-Let's get out of here.
-Yes.

Is everything OK?

Is something wrong?

What strange men.

Call the boy, Mari.

BAYONNE, FRANCE

Hi, Mom.

You're calling late.
Are you OK?

What friends?

They were talking Basque?
How long ago did they leave?

ETA DISCOVERS MOLE

-A fucking pig, in Bayonne.
-What?

-A fucking Civil Guard.
-They didn't get him?

The fucker escaped.

Well, we know what he looks like.

One day, he'll get what he deserves.

Damn right. He and all the fucking moles
will end up with a bullet to the head.

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

-Long life and freedom for Basques.
-Long life.

INDEPENDENCE

SOCIALISM

UNDERCOVER

Where are you going?

Get out of here! Move it!

-Joseba!
-Long live the Basque Country!

Mother fuckers!

Long live ETA!

-Hey!
-Son of a bitch!

Joseba! Joseba!

Mother fucking lackeys!

Mother fucker!

Assholes!

You're all a bunch of pigs!

This sucker's got some nerve!

-We're going.
-Take your boyfriend home.

-Bitch!
-We're going.

-Fuck!
-Want some more?

Fuck, I started too early again.

I always do that.

Here comes the first chime!

-There it is!
-Happy New Year!

-Happy 1996!
-Happy New Year, Spain!

Happy New Year!

-Happy New Year everyone!
-What an atmosphere!

What a party down there!

We've just welcomed in 1996
live on the show.

May 1996 see all your wishes

and all your dreams come true.

And may all Spaniards
love each other more and more.

Hello?

Happy New Year, honey!

Happy New Year!
How are you all doing?

How are you, sweetie?

Great, great.
How are you guys?

I'd be better if
you were here with us all.

Yeah...

I know, it sucks for me too, but...

I'm good.
I'm having a good time.

I have to go. I'm meeting friends
and I'm going to be late.

-Take care.
- I will. Big kiss for everyone.

And the biggest one for you, Mom.

I love you, my darling.
Bye, honey.

Bye.

For these first few hours of 1996,
we've prepared

a fabulous party for you.

Fun for all the family
and something for everyone.

We've got music, comedy...
And it's called:

“The First of the Year".
It's going to be amazing.

Doctor Etxebarria
to radiography, please.

Why did you call me?

No reason.

I needed to stop
pretending for 15 minutes.

Just for a while, I don't know.

This is very dangerous.

Seeing each other now isn't smart.

-You got family?
-You don't need to know.

Kids? What about your mom?

You don't need to know that.

I've got a three-year-old niece, but...

-I can't...
-Arantxa, don't fucking mess with me.

Not now.

This one goes out to...

all of life's beautiful women,

as we go through our lives
and our experiences

and our regrets.
"The Joy of Life".

Something I don't have.

The hell of your splendor

has cut me deep.

Now, I sit down and think deeply

about the joy of life.

My way of feeling.

I search, but I can't find it.

The joy of life.

The joy of feeling.

The joy of life.

I search, but I can't find it.

Why them?

The main thing is
they're as plain as this table.

They don't stand out.

They're not especially good-looking,
or especially ugly.

They can interact
without being conspicuous.

And they're malleable.

Angel, we've never done
anything like this.

You're talking about inserting 5 kids

that have just left the Academy.

Jose, I know that only
2 out of 5 will be able to stand it.

3 at most, but we have to do something.
The Civil Guard get all the glory,

while we get nowhere.

If we had the Civil Guard's
resources, it'd be different.

We can either complain,
or we can do something about it.

It will take years,

but at least, for once,
we'll have a chance to get somewhere.

And when they end up
with a bullet in the back of the head?

Sometimes sacrifices are necessary.

You're kidding about the girls, right?

If someone told you

that waitress was an ETA mole,
would you believe it?

Well, ETA wouldn't either.

They'll never suspect a woman.

A woman in ETA, no.

At best they'll end up
as one of their whores.

If they can stand the pressure.

Send only the guys.

And keep me updated.

Did you hear about Romero?
He got the job through contacts.

What are you doing here?

Shooting practice got cancelled,
so I came to say hi to my girl.

Juan jo, if anyone sees us,
we'll get in trouble.

-You thought about the apartment?
-Yes.

And?

Don't mess with me...

-It's a yes!
-I'm going to start looking at ads.

-Right now?
-Right now.

-You're in a hurry.
-Kind of, yeah.

OK.

NATIONAL POLICE ACADEMY, AVILA

SPORTS AREA

Monica Marin?

Yeah, that's me.

Chief Inspector Angel Salcedo.

I know who you are.

-Pleasure to meet you.
-Come with me.

Are there any police,
or military in your family?

No, doesn't it say that in my file?

I like to ask.

So, how did you end up here?

I like the idea of
being of service to society.

To serve and protect and all that.

But there must be something else.

Something that motivated you

not to become a doctor, or a nurse...

I wanted to get out of Logrono.

Right...

You wanted to leave Logrono,
so you applied for a job in intel.

Nothing ever happens in Logrono.

The terrorist attack on the Hipercor.

They used glue and soap flakes.

It stuck to the victims' skin,
burning them alive.

Have you heard of napalm?

Well, the effect
is practically the same.

I want to see the end of this
and to be in the front row.

You got a boyfriend?

No.

Are you parents well?

-Any relatives that depend on you?
-No.

How far would you be

willing to go in the fight against ETA?

-I don't want to join a death squad.
-No, this isn't that.

Then I'll do whatever it takes.

Would you be willing to infiltrate ETA?

It would mean dedicating years.

Obviously, no one
could know what you were doing.

You'd have to distance yourself
from family, friends, everything.

And you can always take
a bullet in the back of your head.

You know the difference between
undercover and covert?

Yes. Covert agents
are backed by a judge.

Exactly.
You'll be undercover,

which means if you screw up,
your ass could end up in prison,

or worse.
And no state funeral.

No one will know about your sacrifice.

Even if everything goes well,
you won't get any recognition.

You don't exist to the world.

You'll only exist to me.

OK, I'll do it.

I'll do it, but I'm taking my cat.

Your cat?

Hold on.
You still have to pass your exams.

And then?

And then, if you pass...

You'll spend a year in your city,

with a new name, getting yourself
seen with anti-militarist groups.

You'll make contacts,
give your story credibility...

And then,

it'll be the moment of truth.

When the time comes,

SAN SEBASTIAN, 1992
2 YEARS UNDERCOVER

You'll be able to enter
San Sebastian's old town...

and pretend you're one of them.

Celebrate murders with them.

Pretend you like
some truly nasty people.

Live with the fear of being
unmasked at any moment.

Prepared to spill our blood

in its name.

When we hear the cry
at the top of the mountain,

all the soldiers will march
behind the Basque flag.

-Long life and freedom for Basques!
-Long life!

Long life to ETA!

Long life!

Always forward to victory!

Come on, let's have another one.

Are we going to the march on Saturday?
There's a party at the social club.

I can't. I've got
a puppet show in the morning.

And what do you do?
Breathe fire or something?

Let's see!

-That's gross!
-Fuck!

Dirty bitch!

But, next Saturday...
Shit, you're soaked!

-Sorry!
-Still handsome though.

Next Saturday,
we're going to go scuba diving.

-Nagore is really...
-Yeah, really!

She's really excited about it!

-Nice one!
-Let's go, I haven't paid.

-Hang on.
-I haven't paid.

SAN SEBASTIAN, 1995
4 YEARS UNDERCOVER

DAY OF THE BASQUE SOLDIER

-What are you doing, Aran?
-What?

-It's wonky, that's what.
-"It's wonky."

Like that.

You have to learn, Arantxa.

Hey, I've put up 17, and you?

You've put up 17?

-Now?
-Much better.

-Hey.
-What?

Isn't that Txapote?

You know who's paying, right?
The party.

You've got that right!

They've murdered Ordoénez!

Can I have a couple of
chicken breasts, finely sliced?

My grandkids are coming for lunch.

I'm going to fry them
in breadcrumbs the way they like.

Did you hear?
The Civil Guard found Ortega Lara.

Really?

He's skinny as a rake,

with a huge beard, but he's alive.

And where was he?

In Mondragon, in a hidey-hole

-inside a factory, I think.
-They won't be happy.

Let's see if they retaliate.

Yes, but we shouldn't
talk about these things here.

Is this enough for you?

-Yes.
-And my chicken?

I'm in a hurry.

-Are you making your stew again?
-Yes.

SAN SEBASTIAN, 1998
7 YEARS UNDERCOVER

-There.
-Hi! Thank you.

Arantxa, come here.

-Maybe I'm getting a raise!
-Let me know.

Close the door.

Here.

Open it when you're home alone, OK?

I gave your name to the bosses.

Fuck it up and they'll fuck me up,
so that can't happen.

Understood.

-OK.
-OK.

I have to work tomorrow.

-We were going dancing!
-No dancing tonight.

Shit!

Kantauri.

Kantauri.

Yes!

Next Saturday,

at 12 midday,

by the clock in Paseo de la Concha.

If they don't show,
come back same time every day.

Next Saturday, at 12 midday,
by the clock in Paseo de la Concha.

If they don't show,
come back same time every day.

Same time every day.

LONG LIVE ETA
KANTAURI

Good morning.

Andrea!

Mr. Inhuman wants to see us
in the meeting room.

Antonio, Tomas.
Meeting room.

-Morning.
-Hello...

Hi.

What are you doing here, Teruel?

-Wasn't your baby just born?
-Yes...

But if Mr. Inhuman calls,
I come running.

It's the perfect way
to get out of changing diapers.

Sure is, Teruel, good job!

I saw Loles yesterday.

He saw her out on patrol.
How is she?

Well...

Seeing as her husband got shot...

-She looked OK to me.
-Don't be so crude.

There was hardly anyone at his funeral.

Protests for Miguel Angel Blanco
and the rest,

-but they still avoid our funerals.
-They're still scared.

No, forget that idea, Andrea.

Basques are
and always will be cowards.

Correct.

I've seen that being here.

And I don't know
whether to laugh or cry.

-Guess what my daughter said to me.
-What?

God damn it...

That she wants to learn
all of Spain's official languages.

Fuck me!

Now you can take her
to Basque school. Lucky you!

Better I take her
to the Valley of the Fallen!

Good morning...

No, no, stay seated.

Right, what I'm about to tell you

cannot leave this room, understood?

I have an undercover agent
in the Basque Nationalist Left,

who's been asked to meet
with a liberated member.

Holy shit, a fellow cop?

Exactly.
The meeting's on Saturday.

We'll set up an operation.

How long have they been inside?

6 years.

-Jesus Christ!
-No fucking way!

For them to have trusted him...

And it's not a him.

It's a her.

For real?

-What?
-Don't pull that face.

-You wouldn't make a good mole.
-Oh no?

-You undercover?
-What?

You've had a boyfriend
since you were 19.

So?

And you're too...

Too what?

Whoa, boss...

You can shut up.
You lot wouldn't last 3 days undercover.

-Exactly.
-The meeting

is at 12, by the clock
in Paseo de la Concha.

We'll have 5 more people
on the operation,

but as far as they're concerned,
the girl's just a sympathizer.

They must never
know the truth, understood?

She's here.
Two minutes early.

She's a pretty girl.

What does she know about the operation?

Nothing.

Who is it?

Just my wife.

It can wait.

In position.
We're awaiting orders.

OK, everybody, be on the lookout.

Look out, someone's coming.

Attention, man in checkered shirt
approaching.

No, no, false alarm.

False alarm.

-Arantxa?
-Yes.

Come with me.

That's him.

We have eye contact.

Listen up.
They're headed to the beach.

Send just Ernesto
and the couple down there.

Ernesto and the couple, follow them.

I think that's Kepa Etxebarria.

Ring a bell?

Yeah, he's the one who messed up

the murder of that prison officer.

Smile.

-Did they say why I want to talk to you?
-No.

Just that you needed help.

Tell me about yourself.

I don't know...

I have a cat.

I like scuba diving.

Sometimes I work
at the Nationalist bar...

Despite being here for 3 years,
I still can't speak Basque.

I don't know, ask me what you like.

You talk too much.

-Be more discreet from now on, OK?
-OK.

Listen...

I'm looking for a place to stay,

a safe place, and someone
with a car to drive me places.

I have a car.

-OK.
-And I live alone.

But I've only got one bedroom.

Shit!

Listen!

Give me a few days and
I'll try and find somewhere bigger.

Where else are you
going to find somewhere?

I'll see you here in 4 days. Here.

At the same time.

And no parties, OK?

I don't like parties.
I don't even drink.

Thanks and don't worry.
I'll take care of it.

OK, then.

-We want a baby.
-Yes, we're trying.

So,

what do you think?

You've seen the apartment.
I'm fixing it up,

pulling down walls...

Look, here's 5 months' rent upfront.

Well, you seem like nice people.

From here to here.

Between 3 and 4 minutes.

We can't get there any faster.

-That's a long time.
-It's enough.

And you told the lady
my cousin would fix this place up.

Where am I going to find a cousin?

This place is falling apart.

Listen, no one else knows,
but the girl's an agent.

No fucking way, Angel.

Keep it between us. To the SWAT team,
she's a sympathizer. Let them hate her.

But her protection
is our priority, understood?

Understood.

We'll have a permanent team
of 6 men here.

15-day shifts.

We'll change shifts late at night,
to avoid the neighbors.

Perfect.

So look, I was thinking...

Better the girl doesn't know
about the mikes, right?

If she knows we're listening,
she won't act freely.

I decide what she should know.
Are you going to fit the fucking mikes?

OK, OK, fuck me!
I was just trying to help.

This one's almost done.

-How are you doing?
-All these...

All these damn bugs...

A good beating,
that'll get them talking.

I've always wanted a cat,
but Manuela can't stand them.

She says animals give her the creeps.

Who wouldn't love you, little cutie?

Guys...

You have to leave.

Yes?

I can't hear shit.

There's interference on the line.
I can't hear you.

Holy fucking shit!

He probably wants to go for lunch.

This will take at least another hour.

Arantxa!

Open up, it's Mario!

Fuck!

Thank fuck that asshole
didn't have keys!

Fuck me!
Why the fuck didn't you warn us?

I was trying to!

I couldn't hear a damn thing!

OK, relax, he's gone now.

We have to come back every 3 weeks
to change the batteries.

We're done here.

Let's go to the kitchen.

Why do we always meet here?

Because in hospitals
no one pays attention to others.

The people are always different
and they have their own problems.

-Thanks.
-Thanks.

We're not going to install mikes.

We can't in the house,
it's too dangerous.

So we'll only be watching
you come and go from the house.

You'll have to give us
the rest of the information.

OK.

You just have to get Kepa to trust you.

Don't make friends,
just make him trust.

Your job, your routine,
meeting friends...

Any cause for alarm,
you leave the house.

OK.

I'll save it for later.

I've got something for you.

It's from your mom.
It was sent to the other apartment.

Oh, look at them.

They went out to celebrate

New Year and
she dressed up as Santa Claus.

My mom's fed up with
the neighbor's son,

because he's always
ringing her doorbell...

She'll end up throwing
her slippers at his head!

Will you keep it for me?

Of course.

Come in.

That's my room.

The floor's a little bit old, but...

It's cute, I like it. The ceilings
are high, it gets a lot of light.

-I was here a few days ago.
-Ah.

To see the place, but you weren't in.

I was probably at work.

There's the kitchen and the bathroom.

There's only one,
but we can make do.

What do you think?

It's fine.

The neighborhood's not great.
Too central.

Yeah, that's true.

-Which is my room?
-That one.

If you need anything,
let me know, OK?

Hi.

Hi, little one.

What's your name?

What's its name?

Sua.

-Shall I set the table?
-Sure. Cutlery's there.

OK.

-Tomorrow you're taking me to Donibane.
-OK.

Sua...

What do you think of him?

I think he told her...

To go with him tomorrow
to Donibane, but...

I'm not sure, there's lots of noise.

What do you mean you're not sure?

I need to know
what's happening in there.

It's not so hard, just listen!

-There's a lot of noise.
-I don't care! Fix it!

I want to hear them as if
I was there having dinner with them.

OK, boss.

They've just entered the square.

I can see the girl and Kepa.

-Shall I come back for you?
-No.

Kepa getting out of the car.
Couple, he's behind you.

The girl's leaving.

No one follow her.

Kepa's heading toward the bar.

Bodhi, follow him.

The couple can leave.

Kepa!

Kepa!

-Hey.
-Hey.

The fucking drawer.

Back to Orio again, for nothing.

We're going round
and round like a record.

Fuck!

-The fucking pigs!
-Shit!

-I'll do the talking, OK?
-OK.

Just stay calm,
nothing's going to happen.

Great! The fucking Civil Guard.

Yes, a vehicle came off the road.
You can carry on.

Kepa!

Thank you.

-Friendly, friendly, friendly.
-You got this.

Miss, get down from the vehicle
with your papers.

Of course.

Shit! We're fucked!

Here.

Monica Marin?

Here.

-Insurance...
-Was there an accident?

Yes, a car came off the road.

-Sure.
-Carry on.

I'm not surprised with these curves...

-Must happen a lot.
-Have a good day.

Thanks, have a nice day.

Goodbye.

Fucking pigs!
They make me sick.

Thank fuck for that!

She's good that girl.

Very good.

I was pretty good, right?

Who's Monica Marin?

Who is Monica Marin?

My aunt.

I had to borrow her car because

I didn't have the money to buy one.

It's a total rust bucket. I have to
take it to the mechanic every week.

It costs me a fortune,
so it's not ideal,

but at least I can drive you around.

I promise I'll go change
the paperwork tomorrow, OK?

The name on the paperwork.

I don't want any more fuck-ups.

You go and change
the fucking paperwork tomorrow.

Yes, OK.

Happy birthday.

What's up?

We're cancelling the operation.

Why?

Because it won't end well, Angel.

Mixing with the Nationalist Left
is one thing.

-Living with a terrorist is different.
-Dad, the cake's ready!

I'll be right there.
Two minutes.

That Civil Guard mole lived with
Zamacola months without getting caught.

Why would this be any different?

Because he wasn't a woman.

-Who do you think you're talking to?
-How do you know it's a woman?

You think you're the only cop
who knows things?

You've been lying, hiding information

and now this.

You think you can manipulate me
like you do that girl?

Mr. Inhuman.

Of the 5 agents who went undercover,

she's the only one who's lasted.

Thanks to her we've found out

information we'd never
have fucking got otherwise.

Now you want her out
because you're worried about her?

I'm worried about our image.

When this all goes to shit,
we'll be a laughing stock.

Her death will be on you.

Yeah...

Or maybe you can't stand
someone else taking the glory.

Find a safe way to get your agent out.

-José, don't do this to me.
-You've got 15 days.

Why don't have any family photos
around the house?

Because I just moved in.
They're in boxes.

Right.

But there's one thing
I don't get, Arantxa.

Look at me.

How did you end up involved
in this if you're from Logrono?

Because my parents are Basque.

They may be Basque,
but they abandoned their country.

Some Basques...

Why are you helping us?

I'm pro the Western Sahara too,
but it was a bit far away.

Fuck, I'm sorry, Arantxa.

What happened in
the car yesterday left me...

I'm sorry.

I'd better go. I'm late for class.

-Basque class?
-No, tango.

Tango? No way!

-Yeah, so? Any problem?
-No. My dad dances the tango!

-The tango is an art form.
-Sure. So teach me.

-No, I'm late.
-5 minutes.

No, you'll step on my toes.

I have to tell you something.

You're not going to like it.

The operation's been cancelled.

Yeah right, Angel!
Tell me.

My superiors
have cancelled the operation.

Is this another test?
Now? Seriously?

No, I wish it was. I'm sorry.

We need to prepare your exit.

No, no.

-It is what it is.
-No.

Angel, don't fuck with me.

I don't see my family.

I haven't left San Sebastian
for 6 years. What the fuck?

You know what I've seen, right?
You know what I've done.

And now I've got a fucking member
to trust me. Now? Seriously?

They've cut our funding.

Oh, yeah! Sure!
I'm not a fucking idiot!

I don't believe for one second
it's a funding problem.

With this socialization
of suffering shit, they're dying

to finish ETA.
I bet you've got more money now.

Anyway, it's too dangerous.

Now you think it's dangerous?
You didn't a week ago.

Well, now I do, and more so
after the car fuck-up.

The fuck-up with the car

was your fault.

-Monica.
-Don't call me Monica.

What's my name?

Arantxa. I'm Arantxa.

You gave me the name Arantxa!

Don't fuck around with me now.

For 6 years I've been
playing nice with these assholes.

I couldn't even take
the fucking internal promotion exams!

I know how hard it is to think
about getting your life back.

-I know it's hard to accept.
-My life?

What life? This is my life.
This is my life.

I've trusted you blindly

all this time. Not one fucking doubt.
Not one fucking doubt.

Angel, you're going to go
and tell them we're carrying on.

You're going to do it for me.

My hands are tied.

Your hands aren't tied.
Don't fuck with me!

Look at me.

You're going to do it for me.

You can't just abandon a...

Whatever I am.

Whatever I am to you.
What am I to you?

Look at me!
Look at me!

Nothing.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Here in the Basque Country
I'm not scared.

There are those who protect us
and those who don't dare report us.

Besides, I need to go out sometimes!

-I'm going on and on, aren't I?
-No.

You've got loads of friends
and you make loads of plans.

It must be hard for you to understand
what it's like to be alone.

I've been here a long time
and no one's made contact.

Be patient.

Yeah, but I'm getting tired of it...

What's wrong, sweetie?

Nagore.

What's happened?

Look at me. What's wrong?

I hadn't heard from my sister
and her boyfriend for days,

but you know we don't talk that often.

Some Civil Guards took them
to the police station in Intxaurrondo.

They caught them with something,
I don't know...

I've been at the hospital.

They beat Koldo to
within an inch of his life and...

And my sister...

My sister won't look at me.

I think they raped her, Arantxa.

Those sons of bitches.

I have to do something.

I need you to deliver a message.

-Where to?
-To Iparralde.

In France?
Deliver a message to who?

You ask too many questions, Arantxa.

But, now? On my own?

Yes. You just have to drive there,

-deliver the note and come back.
-Is that all?

You won't get into trouble.

What if I get stopped
and they find the note?

-I'll hide it. You'll be fine.
-How do you know?

Arantxa.

You won't get stopped.

-Hello.
-Hello.

A glass of cider, please.

Got the Egin newspaper?

I'm looking for José Luis.

Sit over there.

Who are you?

My name's Arantxa.

-José Luis?
-What do you want?

I have a message for you.

Come back in two weeks.

Are you fucking kidding me?

God damn it.

OK, thanks. Bye.

-What's up?
-Tell you later.

Oh, God...

Boss, the Civil Guard
has dismantled ETA's "Araba' cell.

The Civil Guard again?

-Fuck!
-Wait, there's more.

Your friend Mayor Oreja
has been on TV praising their work.

Fuck!
This is fucking bullshit!

OK, calm down.
I'm just the messenger, OK?

Yeah, yeah, I know. Fuck!

Fuck this shit!

BASQUE PRISONERS
HOME TO THE BASQUE COUNTRY

-Yes, Angel?
-The operation's going ahead.

Give me a break, Angel.

I have access to the Secretary of State.

Two calls and
I'll be through to the president.

Give me a break!
You won't call.

No? Just try me!
Shall I call and tell them

the police put a mole inside ETA
years ago and they have no fucking clue?

Don't you threaten me.

I'm your superior, don't forget it.

Look, this is going ahead,

or the press will find out where a large
part of the funds have gone. Got it?

Come on, Angel.
We've known each other 20 years!

-Oh, sure we have.
-Fuck! We're friends!

But why do I want a friend like you?

Hello?

Arantxa, the operation's going ahead.

Angel, I went to France.

You went to France?
How did that happen?

I made contact with José Luis Cau.

Two weeks? God damn it!

And they didn't say they'd contact you?

No.

Shit.

Didn't you want to learn the tango?

Come here.

-Help me make some room here.
-OK.

Now I'm going to play this song...

It's beautiful, you'll see.

-OK, now stand here.
-OK.

OK...

One thing you need to know
is that the tango is all about attitude.

Put your right hand around my waist.

OK.

A bit further up. That's it.
Now take me by the hand.

-Good.
-OK.

We're going to take four steps back,
starting with your right foot.

-The right?
-Yes. Let's go.

One, two,

three...

-OK.
-Four. And now,

-open up to your left. One step.
-OK.

-One, two,
-OK.

...three...
Now step to the outside.

Four.
And the same the other side.

Look into my eyes.

One, two, three,

four...

-Let's go again.
-One...

Today's goofing around day.

Go with the flow, girl!

-You don't dance so bad!
-You're treading on me.

-Go to bed.
-No.

Use your imagination.
Let yourself go. That's it.

-Stop, stop!
-What?

Not feeling good?

Manolo, dance with me.

This is how it's done.

Hey, don't get so close, Manolo.

-How are you?
-I'm pregnant.

God damn it, Andrea.

-I told you. What were you thinking?
-Shut up.

Don't bullshit me.

'M not unhappy,
but why did it have to be now?

If Mr. Inhuman finds out,
he'll send me to the station.

There won't be another
operation like this one.

Look, I don't know...

I don't know, Andrea.
I guess...

What?

You'll have to buy baggy clothes to help

hide it.

But if I was your husband,
you'd be staying home.

-Go on, get out of here.
-Yeah.

I'll leave you with the tango
and the Space Invaders.

Thank you.

I've been to the salon and...

You look great, Leonor!

Oh, man!

Don't you understand it?

Hey! I've been here
too long not to understand it.

OK, I didn't mean anything by it.

It's just not funny.

It's not funny?
You don't find this funny?

No, the humor is...

Are you saying Basques aren't funny?

I didn't say anything about Basques.

-What about me?
-What about you?

Don't you find me funny?

No.

BREAKING NEWS

Given the current situation
in the Basque Country

and the desire to
trace a path towards sovereignty,

What are they talking about?

ETA states its intention
to suspend its armed actions.

Indefinite ceasefire.

In its statement, ETA announced

an unconditional ceasefire,
starting tomorrow.

It said the ceasefire
would be general and permanent

and added that its functions...

I don't know, it's like I can't...

I can't seem to feel happy.

Because you'd like ETA to be
finished because we caught them all,

not because we're making
concessions for them.

I've been here for seven years

and I've achieved absolutely nothing.

You need us to go over everything
we've achieved thanks to you?

-We can if you need to.
-No.

Besides, you can never trust ETA.

Everything stays the same for now.

Kepa still wants you to go to France
to get the reply to his message.

Let's keep our guard up
and see what happens.

Here.

Thanks.

Chicken for dinner again?

-What's your problem?
-I'm joking.

I get it for free.

Hey, do you...?
Do you think that if...?

If this ceasefire goes ahead...

Do you think the pigs
will stop following me?

I don't know.

I don't know how it works. I guess
there'll be an amnesty or something.

Maybe you can get your old life back.

My old life...

My old life is so distant,
it feels like someone else's.

And us?

What about us?

What would've happened
between us if we'd met...

in different circumstances?

I don't know. I don't know...

I mean, I think you're a nice guy.
Yeah, you're a nice guy.

A nice guy?

To me, you're more than that.

-Everything OK?
-Yeah, everything fine.

Pass...

Shit...

Damn it!

It's not bad.

Good for hospital food.
I was starving.

How are things with Kepa?

Good.

He's a bit subdued
about this ceasefire thing,

because he doesn't know
what will happen, but he's OK.

Subdued?

Feeling sorry for him now?

Need me to fucking
remind you who Kepa is?

He's a nasty son of a bitch
and a murderer.

“Free Basque Country”? They don't
know what they're fighting for.

They just like the excitement,
they like to feel like heroes,

when the truth is
they're mindless sheep!

And that sheep
is dying to kill a few cops,

including you, missy.

Don't you forget it.

OK, six.

You can't take my piece.
How do you say "I'll eat you"

in Basque?

-Jaten zaitut.
-Jaten zaitut.

Or jango dizut.

I'd like to eat you.

And "handsome"?

Kepa!

-Come on then, handsome.
-OK...

Second try.

Damn... One, two,
three, four, five, six.

Six.

Damn!

I'm home!

Damn! You're home!

Freedom for the Basque Country!

And how do you imagine
a free Basque Country?

I imagine it being happy.

Without torture, or missing persons.

Without sons, brothers,
or fathers in jail, or exiled.

I always get this one image in my head.

Of my mom.

And she's happy.

Because I can walk freely
down the street and go to her house.

For lunch.

Stew.
My mom makes this lentil stew...

So delicious!

What I'd give for
some of my mom's lentil stew.

I don't know.

To live in peace.

To not be victims anymore.

Or executioners.

And no fascists either,
bringing in drugs and...

fucking up a whole generation of kids.

No Spanish state messing with us.

Suppressing our language, our culture...

Free.

For that free Basque Country,

for my mom's stew...

I'd do anything.

-Anything?
-Yes.

For example?

The assassination attempt.

What happened?

-If you want to tell me.
-Yeah, I'll tell you.

Well...

I knew there was a prison officer
in my town, I knew where he lived.

So I did it.

No one likes killing,

but that asshole is a torturer.

They were two of us on a motorbike

and when he came out,
we followed him slowly, silently...

But he saw us.

He started to run
and after a moment,

my friend stopped and "bang”.

There was a lot of blood.

He fell to the ground

and I saw he was still moving.
I got off the bike.

I saw the way
that asshole looked at me.

Fucking torturer, saying "No, no, no!"

"No, no, no!"
I took my gun.

-No, please!
-Clack...

My gun jammed.

God damn it!
That son of a bitch torturer... Clack.

My gun jammed again.

That asshole was scared shitless,
just saying "No, no, no!".

I kicked him.

Then another one.

-Let's go!
-But there was no time.

I kicked him one last time...

I ran back to the bike.
"Come on, go, go!".

But it didn't start.

We ran off and left the bike
and everything there.

I fucked up,
because the bike was in my name

and I left it there.

And I guess we also did it

to show to the leaders
we weren't a couple of chumps.

-Morning.
-Morning.

How are you?

Good.

-Want a drink?
-Yeah, a beer.

One beer over here.

So...

How are things in San Sebastian?

Fine.

What's the atmosphere like?

-Stagnant.
-Stagnant.

Well, that's about to change.

Don't think about opening it.

No.

Teruel.

What have we got?

You're opening it with steam?
Seriously?

OK, OK...

Just don't drop it.

They have to pick
someone up from Goizueta.

Why would they send someone
to San Sebastian during the ceasefire?

There's a car coming.

Car with a French license plate.

That's Sergio Polo.

You sure?

Fuck.

Are you armed?

I'll pull off a moment
and we'll hide it in the trunk, OK?

It's not safe

to carry a weapon.

I don't give a shit
what you think is safe.

You get me?

Keep driving.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck?

-Get back on the damn road!
-No.

-I said back to the road!
-No.

-Fuck!
-If the Civil Guard stop us

-and find the gun...
-Fucking move!

-I said no!
-Stupid fucking bitch!

Do you know who I am?

This is staying with me.

Put the fucking gun in the trunk.

Give me the keys.

Get out the car.

Open the fucking trunk.

Are you Kepa?

-Hi.
-I'm Sergio.

Hi. We have to talk.

Where?

-In my room.
-OK, let's go.

It's this way.

Close the door.

Well?

I can't hear a fucking thing.

They're alone, why are they whispering?

-Turn up the volume.
-How long you been here?

Eight months.

Do you trust her?

I don't even trust my mom.

Keep your gun on you at all times.
Where is it?

-In the drawer.
-Get it.

-Are we both sleeping here?
-Yeah.

I'll take the bed.

It's just that... I sleep there.

Well not any more.
Take aim.

-What?
-Take aim!

What are you doing?
Point it at me.

You got the safety on?

Course.

Coward!

Sit down.

Here you go.

A list of targets and contacts.
We'll start surveillance straight away.

That way, when the weapons arrive,
we'll be ready.

-OK.
-They're all judges and politicians.

We're reactivating
the San Sebastian cell.

-Did he say the San Sebastian cell?
-Yes.

We'll find some pig
for you to practice on.

I need to talk to the Secretary.

It's urgent.

Right now, we have two options.

One, arrest Sergio and Kepa right away.

And the other is we wait.

That will give us intel on
the structure of the San Sebastian cell

and the weapons entry route.

And that entry route...

could lead us further up the chain.

So why the hesitation?

I don't know, you tell me.

Let's do it.

OK.

Then you need to
be able to handle Sergio.

Don't make him suspicious of you,
but don't be a walkover either.

We'll need the full list of targets
to place them under protection.

We can't risk someone acting
without us seeing it coming. Understood?

Understood.

Move, you little shit!

Get lost, you little bastard!

...has assured we're at the gateway
to a new period of peace.

I believe that
we're at the door to a new era,

that I think, within a year,
should be becoming a reality.

I also believe
we're at the gateway to peace.

The PNV believes that at least...

Well?

Everyone has to serve themselves here.

I do what the hell I like.
Get me some bread.

We haven't ruled out
that ETA's decision might be...

Look, Sergio, the Bodyguard.

...during a ceasefire.

Or what they call a ceasefire.

-What's he on about?
-What do you think?

-He's covering his ass.
-Screw him!

Essentially, it means a big trap.

Screw you and
your fake ceasefire, wise-ass!

Turn over, I can't watch him anymore.
He looks like one of the Wise Men.

He looks like one of
the fucking Wise Men!

Is the salad dressed?

You like it?

-So, you're from Logrono?
-From Logrono, yes..

-You've been in France, right?
-The whole time.

Lots of people from Galicia go there...

people from
the Galician Guerrilla Army.

For training.

I like that.
I like those people.

I studied here,
but my parents are from there.

Ah, OK.

Have you been here long?

When did you come?

In 1991.

I feel really at home here.

I like San Sebastian.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-We need a ride tomorrow, OK?
-OK, where?

I don't know, Sergio will tell you.

-I don't want to with him here.
-Why not?

I don't like him.
He's such a pig.

-You should see the bedroom.
-Gross.

OK, yeah, he's a bit brusque.

Brusque?

-I mean...
-Brusque?

Yes. You know
everything that guy's done?

You know how he talks?

That guy's a hero.

Arantxa, with him, we'll win the war.

It's really important for me.

-OK?
-OK.

OK?

Come on!

What do you mean "come on"?

Shit...

He makes me sick, he makes me sick...

Contact's been made.

Now we've got all their contacts

under control, right?

OK, it's time for lunch.

No one's moving from here
until they finish their meeting.

It's just that...

-Andrea has to eat, that's all.
-Me?

What are you talking about?

Well, I just mean...

-You have to eat often, don't you?
-No.

What's up with you?

-Teruel.
-She's pregnant.

-She has to eat!
-Teruel!

Thanks a lot.
Seriously, thanks a lot.

I'm your work husband.

Yeah, unfortunately.

I'm just worried.

Worried?

I'm going to get diabetes
from all the donuts you bring me!

But you eat them!

-Unbelievable!
-Seriously?

Unbelievable.

Angel, please don't
send me back to the station.

Don't take me off the operation.

I can do it.

I want to do it.

OK.

-But make it noticeable.
-OK.

If you're dumb enough to get pregnant
in the middle of an op,

-let's turn it to our advantage.
-OK.

Santander 0, Real Sociedad 1.

Extremadura 1, Espanol 0...

Andrea, your shift's over.
Why don't you go home?

Despite its defeat today in San Mamés,
Mallorca is still top of the league.

Give him another smack!

What's the bearded guy's name?
He looks familiar.

You're going to get slapped, you idiot.

Look, look.

Are you kidding me?
Shit!

My Basque textbook!

Look at the state of this place!

-Look at him!
-Hello?

Get out of the fucking way.

What's up, Arantxa?

What are you doing?

-Now you can hear me?
-Turn it on!

No, we have to clean.

I'll clean whenever

-I god damn want.
-Now.

Now's the time

to clean.

Move your cat then.

Hey! Don't you dare touch him!

Don't touch him,
you fucking immigrant!

-What did you call me?
-Fucking immigrant!

What did you call me?

Come here!

What did you call me?

Team, get over here now!

I'm not your fucking maid.

Do you know who I am?

You fucking brat!
You know what I've done?

-You know where I'll be in a few years?
-Yeah, in a pigpen!

-Fuck you!
-OK, Sergio, calm down.

Don't touch me!

Teruel, shall we go in?

No, not yet. Hold on.

The cops will come!

You're like a fucking fly
buzzing around.

In a few years,
we'll be ruling this country,

so you'd better keep me on side.

-OK, Sergio, man.
-You stay out of this.

Mosquito.

Hey, I'm saving your ass
by letting you stay here.

I have some rules, that's all.

We had to get
the dumbest bitch in Logrono.

-And you're the smartest Galician?
-Arantxa!

Get this through your thick skull.
Here in San Sebastian,

there are 100 girls wishing
I'd go sleep at their place!

Sergio, the fucking cops will show up!

Saving my ass, she says!

You've got some nerve...

Get out of here!

I'm trying to watch TV.

Fuck, that was scary.

-Stop fucking smoking!
-Wait a sec.

She fucking opens her doors to
a terrorist then makes demands on him.

She's looking for trouble.

Kepa, sit down.

You sure we can trust her?

Yes, I'm fucking sure.

What? Are you fucking her?

The man's a clown.
He goes on and on about democracy,

but when it comes down to it...

-Are you surprised at this point?
-Listen.

Is it true you've got a man in ETA

and that's why Mayor Oreja
says the ceasefire's a trap?

I wish!

Who said that? Romero?

You can't trust a word he says.

-He's just an opportunist.
-Right...

You keeping your cards
close to your chest?

Excuse me, I have to take this.

Hello?

Hello. Who is this?

This is Angel.

-Hi, Angel, how are you?
-I'm good.

It's just I found this phone
and I'm trying to track down its owner.

Ah, OK. That's nice of you.

It's my niece, Arantxa's.

Do you know where I can find her?

No, I'm afraid not.

I just have this number for her
and if she's lost her phone, then...

She lives in San Sebastian,
but I don't know her address.

OK, then, I'll keep trying her contacts,
see if I find anyone.

Sure.

OK, thanks.
That's very kind of you.

Thanks for your concern.

Don't mention it. Goodbye.

Son of a bitch.

Fucking son of a bitch!

What's your uncle's name?

What's it to you?

Last chance.
What's your uncle's name?

Angel, why?

What did I say about our calls?

-Well?
-To erase them.

Erase them!
So why the fuck

-didn't you?
-Because I can't take any more!

I can't take any more.

At any moment, he could lose it

and shoot me.
I can't take it!

I feel sick whenever I'm at home.

I don't care!

You're a police officer!

It's your fucking job!

You scared the fucking life out of me.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

Listen to me.

Sergio calmed down after the call, OK?

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

But don't forget he needs you.
He'll mark his territory,

but it's not in his interest

to call attention to himself.

I can't get it.

It's impossible.
He always has the folder on him.

Well, we're running out of time.

He'll be receiving the weapons soon.

I'm going.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, who is this?

I've had enough of these pranks!
Miguelin, it's you, isn't it?

I can hear you laughing.

Let's see if you still find it funny
when I tell your dad!

Don't you think you're
a bit too old for this? Good Lord!

Oh, look.

It's true.

Did you think it'd be cold?

You know why it's warm?

Because I wear it on my body all day.

I trust no one but Txapote.

I don't give a shit about
that rookie and you.

Stop pissing me off.

-Fuck you!
-Eh...

Calm down.

You want to see tomorrow?

Then relax.

-I need a gun.
-What for?

What do you mean what for?

There's a fucking psycho in my house.

-No.
-Don't you care?

Having a gun at home is like wearing

your police badge. No.

And don't try and
get one by yourself, understood?

Any luck with that folder?

Arantxa!

What's wrong?
You look miles away.

No, I'm just tired, that's all.

I'm not surprised.
Tired of this one!

Leave her alone!

Don't change the subject!

I know you too well.

Don't distract her!

How long did the last girl last?

The last girl went to Valladolid.

Sua.

What's up?

-Where's the cat?
-The cat?

I don't know.

Sua?

-Shall we go?
-Quiet.

-Why?
-Hang on a minute.

Sua.

Come here.

I can't see the TV.

If I catch it peeing

on my stuff again, it'll be
in the trash, with no head.

It's a cat, man.

Come on, let's go.

Well? Are we going or
are you going to dance the tango?

Relax.

I am relaxed.

Wait in the apartment.

Charlie, here with me.

Wait, we have to wait.

Well? How are we doing?

No idea.

Out the way.

THEY'VE LEFT

They're coming.

-We have to hurry.
-Fuck.

-And the documents?
-With Angel.

I'll take them back.

No, I'll go.

No way.

I'm more of a distraction than you.

Come on, come on, come on!

-What are you doing?
-The folder, they're almost here.

I don't like this.

Get in line, boss.

You're pregnant?

They're coming up.

Fuck!

-Morning.
-Hey, how are you?

Sorry, I'm a little clumsy today!
After you.

-No worries.
-Sorry! Bye.

Fuck...

Fuck!

Why the faces?
I haven't come

from a shootout!

-And the intel?
-On route to Madrid.

Good evening.
French police have arrested...

Shit! Turn it up.

-Sergio!
-What?

Sergio, come here.

José Javier Arizkuren,
alias "Kantauri", thought to be

one of the 3 leaders
of the terrorist group, ETA.

I don't believe it. Fucking hell!

Fucking hell!

Did you talk?

Did they follow you from Iparralde?

Hey! Listen, quick!

-Fucking assholes!
-OK, calm down.

I've never spoken directly

to Kantauri!

-Those fucking assholes!
-Calm down.

Calm down and think.

Calm down?
Are you fucking stupid?

You know who Kantauri is?

-He knows everything!
-Does he know where we are?

Does he? Yes or no?

He doesn't know!

Then calm down, Sergio.

OK, smart ass.

OK, OK, just calm down!

-Fuck!
-Fucking French!

I'll kill them all!

...planted 4 car bombs and attempted
to assassinate Irene Villa.

What are you doing?

We're going.
Sergio, we're not safe here anymore.

-OK, I'm coming with you.
-No way.

You'll attract less attention
if I'm with you.

That's true.

OK, get the keys.

OK, you heard him.

I want you all outside.

Ears on the radio.
We don't know where they're going.

-Andrea, you stay here.
-Boss!

You're staying.

Vests, guns.

Straight to the van, go.

Go, go, go!

LEAVING

Fuck, if they go
to France, we're screwed.

I'm going to drop back a bit.

Turn right here.
Don't indicate. Here, here!

Son of a bitch!

Attention everyone!

We've taken the Renteria exit.

Everyone to Renteria.

They're taking a train to Hendaya.

Don't let them enter the station.
If we arrest them there,

it'll be a fucking massacre.

Fuck, boss.

Out the way!

Fuck, they're going
to reach the station.

Fuck! We're being followed!

-Cross the railroad!
-It's red!

Cross it!

-Go faster!
-OK, OK!

Reverse.

Reverse, reverse!

Holy fucking shit!

Don't shoot, Arantxa's in the car!

Don't shoot!

Fuck!

Fuck!

-Good luck.
-I'll kill all you mother fuckers!

-Fuck you!
-Let's go, let's go!

Stop! Police!

Stop, stop!

You! Stay right there!

-No, I'm innocent!
-He's got a hostage!

Stop!

Run.

Police! Stop!

Assholes!

You fucking assholes!

Shit!

Stop!

Stop!

Come on, Teruel. Come on.

I'll kill him!

Don't shoot!

He's got a hostage, don't shoot!

I'll kill all you assholes!

Duck, you fucking clown! Duck!

Long live ETA!

Stay still, asshole!
Stay still!

Stop! Police!

Fuck!

Fucking stop!

Long live ETA! Fuck!

Shut your mouth!

Freedom for the Basque Country.

Long live ETA, you assholes!

Fuck you!

Drop your weapon!

Stay calm!

Fucking assholes!

Polo!

Polo, drop your weapon!

Please...

Drop the gun, asshole!

-Drop it!
-We're going in!

-Drop it!
-We're going in!

Open that gate.

Long live ETA, you asshole!

Shoot, mother fucker! Shoot!

Hold on to him!
I've got him.

Take him away.

Andrea, we've got them.

Received.

At least no one was injured.

What are you doing?

I'm going to Hendaya.

No.

Yes.

From there to Bayonne,
I know who to contact.

We'll lose track of you.
It's not an option.

But I haven't completed my mission.

It won't be immediate.
They'll still cause more harm,

but we will finish them off.

I told you I wanted to be
in the front row for that.

I told you that.

You've participated
in the biggest operation

we've done against them.

You've saved at least 8 people.
Isn't that enough?

It's not enough. I'm going.

No.

It's not enough?

Or are you scared to stop ?

It's over.

No.

It's time to rest.

No.

Monica.

We've already searched
the kitchen and bedroom, OK?

Don't go too far.
Stay around here.

Well, well, well...

Why the long faces?

You know what you're in for, right?

So, why suffer?

-Enough! Fuck!
-Did I tell you to speak?

Boss, have you seen the cat?

No.
I made you look prettier now.

Sua.

Sua.

Sua, kitty.

You'll be undercover,

which means if you screw up,
your ass could end up in prison.

Or worse.

TAPES URBIETA APARTMENT

No one will know about your sacrifice.

Even if everything goes well,

you won't get any recognition.

You don't exist to the world.

You'll only exist to me.

Arantxa Berradre, the undercover agent,

is still active in the police
and working outside Spain.

Arantxa never went undercover again.

Angel, Mr. Inhumane's fictitious name,

occupied highly relevant posts
in the fight against terrorism.

Today, he is retired.

Andrea, not her real name,
is now a high ranking police officer.

To keep her children safe,
until they were 16

they thought their mother was a lawyer.

Teruel, not his real name,

became Chief of the Basque Police.

He obtained a key informer
in the fight against ETA.

Kepa Etxebarria Sagarzazu
was released in March, 2019,

after serving 20 years in prison.

He is currently
an illustrator of children's stories.

Sergio Polo is still in prison.
He will finish his sentence in 2029.

The Spanish State's Security Forces,

along with the whole of
Spanish society, defeated ETA.

On 3rd May, 2018, the organization
announced its definitive dissolution

after 59 years of history, during which
it murdered over 850 people.

FOR SIMON & GINEVRA

Translation: Kate Moore
Subtitles: BANDAPARTE