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What's the time, Mr. Wolf?

What's the time, Mr. Wolf?

What's the time, Mr. Wolf?

What's the time, Mr. Wolf?

- You moved! - No I didn't.

Your hand.

Carry on counting.

- I saw you, Dad. - No you didn't.

I know you didn't see me.

What's the time, Mr. Wolf?

- Got you! - That's cheating.

Meliton!

Chamorro on the phone.

Doesn't he know about your daughter's birthday?

Damn! I told him I was taking the day off!

Anita, fetch bread and coffee from the store.

And some candles.

- Now? - Hop to it.

You weren't due to go to San Sebastian, were you?

Sure.

And I'm not.

What's up?

Smells of piss here, huh?

He got nervous.

You got nervous, Father?

He's not a priest yet, he's a seminarian.

Gosh.

How long has he left?

Huh?

Four months?

Four months?

Means he can almost confess.

What's your name, Father?

Carlos.

Surname?

Bengoetxea.

How do we do this, Bengoetxea?

I don't know anything.

You wet yourself.

Want to shit yourself, too?

- I swear. - Don't swear!

Don't swear, you're a priest.

Don't swear.

The drawing.

Look.

All I want is a name...

...3 surname ...

...an address, a telephone... Any information will do.

I don't know who it is.

Take a good look.

Anything-

Look at me.

Look at me.

No idea?

Really?

All right, that's that.

THE INVISIBLE LINE

SPANISH CUSTOMS

- Hello. - Hello.

- Your ID, please. - Yes.

Here.

Go ahead.

- Drive on, please. - Thank you.

Your brother made promises. That's why we supported him.

And he won the assembly.

So did Mixel and Erreka and look how they ended up.

Yes, but they're the past.

I'm not here to talk about that.

So what then?

You haven't sent him a penny since he's been leader!

We're short on funds.

Handia...

Listen to me.

My brother is going to give his all for Euskadi.

He's going to make this organisation visible.

Going to give... Going to make...

You reproach me for talking in the past, yet you talk in the future tense.

José Antonio, up to now, all your brother has done

is split ETA in two.

Yes, but if my brother fails, there won't be a revolution.

So we either join forces, or this all goes to hell.

So tell him to do things!

Jesus Christ!

But do them now!

And when he does, I'll make sure he gets funding.

José.

Aren't you staying for lunch?

No, we're in a hurry. And at this pace...

José...

José.

What?

Look, Txabi won the assembly,

but you don't gain real authority with votes,

you do it with actions.

Think he doesn't know that?

If he keeps his word, we'll close ranks with him.

To the death. To the death.

But he has to keep to his word.

To create a nation,

time and blood are necessary.

Time is already going by.

Now only blood is missing.

On Tuesday...

...you will study model 44.

But that will be with Professor Lasarte,

who will take over from me for the rest of term.

So it's true?

You got hired to teach at Complutense University.

No, I'm not going there.

So why are you leaving?

I'm going to Oxford.

To do a master's degree.

Our computers are in the Stone Age. Over there...

They have the Rolling Stones!

How about a farewell party?

We could buy a couple of bottles of wine...

Talk.

Thanks, I don't drink.

You should have got laid.

That would have been a proper farewell.

Because years might go by before you get laid again.

I'm not like you.

- No, you don't know how to treat women. - God!

Oil it well, it gets stuck a lot.

- And wear long johns. - Why?

Otherwise your thighs will chaff from walking all day in the mountains.

Anything else?

Yes.

Tell Maxi not to push you too hard or you'll have an asthma attack.

Don't do anything stupid, Txabi.

No turning back now.

No, not anymore.

Come on, get over here.

Quit smoking.

I will.

Hey!

Dinner.

Everything OK?

Everything OK.

That statement...

We intend to file a complaint with the Civil Government.

As expected.

- You have no right to do this. - Of course I do.

I'm head of the Social Brigade and my job is State security.

Father Goizueta understands, don't you?

You pull the strings of the Basque clergy. You get it, don't you?

Wait for me in the car outside.

- Do you think you're untouchable? - Lord, no.

That would be pride, and that's a sin.

I know Archbishop Quiroga of the Episcopal Conference.

Did you know that

he celebrates mass for the Frances twice a month?

SQ?

I'd be delighted to sit down with General Franco

and explain to him how the Basque clergy operates. Shall I?

- You've got the wrong enemy. - My enemy is subversion.

It doesn't seem to distinguish between trousers and cassocks.

Does that justify torturing priests?

And the Lord God himself if necessary.

You're more catholic than the Pope himself.

It's my job.

What can you do?

What about the contraband smuggled over the border?

Is that used to fight against communism, too?

Are you going to oppose me?

Pride is not your sin, Mr. Manzanas.

Your sin is wrath.

Where do you find them?

- Excuse me? - Where do you find these seminarians?

He didn't say a word.

- He stuck it out like a man. - Maybe he's innocent?

That must be it.

Txabi isn't a kid, Mum.

You know he'll manage perfectly well.

- He'll be fine in Oxford. - Please don't take me for a fool.

Can't we have a quiet meal?

Like you always do.

You don't care about a thing.

- Txabi will be fine. - How do you know?

- Because I do. - What if he isn't fine?

Will you run off to protect him?

I break my back working ten hours a day at the town hall,

and all I ever wanted was to sit down for dinner with my kids every night.

It that too much to ask?

Is that too much to ask, José Antonio?

You didn't even give me that.

- José. - What?

Isn't Txabi in Oxford?

Hi.

Aren't you sleepy?

- Your present. - Right.

What about Mum's?

A drum?

I asked her for it. You see, Sister Justina

is going to set up a band at school

and I want to play the drum.

Great.

But girls don't usually play the drum.

I don't want to do girls' stuff.

- Being a boy is better. - What does your mother think?

I don't know. What about you?

The towers are near Onate.

Pylons carrying 30,000 volts.

- Where do [hey come from? - Alava.

Blow them up, we leave half of Guipdzcoa in the dark.

But that only screws with people at home.

So, what's the plan?

To get coverage, Txiki.

- Appear in the press, for example. - Madrid controls the press.

There are things they can't control.

Like what?

Like robbing a bank.

- The bank thing again? - It's one of our objectives, Maxi.

Finance the struggle, hit them where it hurts most.

I'm with you, but robbing a bank could be really messy.

- And we're not ready. - We're not planning to kill Franco.

Jesus, we go into the bank and take the money.

- But we need to do it properly. - Of course we will!

Right?

What's the problem here?

- Look for a better plan? - No, no...

- We need to train. - Have weapons.

- Study our objective better. - That's done!

No, no. It isn't.

You drew a square here and you say it's a plan of the bank.

Okay, we'll do it better. What do you suggest?

I go in with Txema.

Txiki waits outside as a lookout.

- And what do I do? - You don't do anything.

- How so? - Bosses don't take part in operations.

- I decide that, right? - No.

And Maxi is more wised up.

The first thing we need is a decent plan.

- I already drew one! - I just told you that this is no good!

I want something detailed.

- Let's take a look and clear it up. - Yes.

- Yes. - Saturday is the best day to do it.

- When there's most money. - Sounds good to me.

We'll go on Saturday.

Mendieta!

Inspector...

Here, bet you didn't have breakfast.

Hey, I saw two Simcas out there with Toulouse number plates.

It got me thinking, I said to myself:

would it be true what the French police say,

that you guys disassemble cars stolen in France

and resell them in Madrid?

- Is it true or not? - I don't understand, Inspector.

- Understand what? - We had a deal.

No, the 5,000 pesetas are to look the other way.

But telling stuff to that priest who sucks your dick has another price.

3,000 more.

- I didn't... - Father Goizueta says

I'm involved in smuggling.

Who told him that?

- I swear that... - 3,000 pesetas, Mendieta.

Be thankful I'm here on good terms.

Next time I'll send you to the jail where all the queers are, snitch.

All right?

Eat them while they're still warm.

Go on, fire.

Txabi.

Fire.

Fire.

What's wrong?

While we're at it, why not a piano?

There are no pianos in the school band.

- Aviolin, then. - Same thing.

She'll only play on Saturdays.

- If she passes. - Passes what?

Sister Justina will give them a test.

To play a drum?

She might turn out to be an artist.

Sign her up for drama.

Txema, we're in plain sight here.

The cashier is as soon as you go in.

Seven or eight yards, tops.

- Looks further from here. - No.

About 30 feet.

- Txema will have to wait at the door. - No need.

On the right, if there's a guard he won't have a firing angle.

Wouldn't it be better to stick to that pillar?

- Which? - On the left.

- The one on the right is better. - They'll see him coming in.

- They'll see... - What are you doing?

Txema! Txema! Txema!

- What is he up to? - What the hell is he doing?

- The money! - No, no, no!

What the hell is he doing?

No, no!

Jesus!

Jesus Christ!

- Don't move! - He's crazy!

Long live free Euskadi!

Long live ETA!

- Move! - What the fuck?

Start the car! Start it!

What the hell did you do?

I grabbed the bloody money!

They could have killed us!

107, 108...

...109, 110...

...111.

And another 100.

311,000 pesetas.

311,000 pesetas is a lot of cash.

It sure is!

Have you seen the newspaper?

BASQUE SEPARATISTS ROB BANK

You're imagining things, Mum.

I saw that flat, the one on San José Square.

It's on the ground floor, no need to climb stairs.

You're asking me to leave?

We know that four individuals drove up in a car.

One went in with a gun and ran out shouting "Gora ETA".

"Long live ETA".

- What the hell is that? - Euskadi Ta Askatasuna.

"Basque Homeland and Freedom".

We know they met months ago and chose a new leader

who is strongly influenced by the worldwide communist movement.

And what does ETA have to do with robbing banks?

Financing.

They want funds, sir.

Why not arrest their leader?

All we have is a drawing of him.

Then use the press.

Not a good idea, Governor. It would give them publicity.

- So? - That's just what they want.

They want to make a noise, be a talking point.

The newspapers...

It's just what this paper shouldn't have done.

Cover it.

They're criminals.

People must know that.

With all due respect, they're worse.

They're fanatics.

Then put an end to them.

That's your job, Inspector.

Let's go.

Jesus Christ! How is this possible?

Not one bit of truth!

All fucking lies!

What?

- You'll know it off by heart. - All this info is manipulated, Txema.

All the witness accounts are negative.

It's like we robbed them instead of the bank.

What did you expect? Franco virtually owns that newspaper.

Right, but everyone reads it.

Not even a security guard.

Maxi won't like this one little bit.

Well, yeah...

He didn't find the robbery amusing, either.

We'll do it in the early hours when the offices are empty.

- And who assembles the bomb? - I don't know, you tell me.

Me?

It's what we agreed.

We agreed on war.

The 3,000 pesetas that I owe you,

plus another 10,000 from the two Renaults that I just received.

Good job, Mendieta.

Well done.

By the way, one of my friends told me that El Inglés was seen around Hendaye.

El Inglés? Where?

- That was all he said. - Well, find out more.

Of course, Inspector.

And your friend the priest?

That's over.

Smart move.

That way you spend more time with your wife, huh?

- Goodbye, gentlemen. - Goodbye.

And the drum?

Antonia has it.

What do you mean? It was the one you liked!

We went to the store together.

- Sister Justina took it off me. - Hey, what's going on here?

She wasn't allowed to join the band!

What do you mean?

They gave her a stupid test and said she's not up to it.

She made her play a drumroll.

We played one by one, she said I don't have an ear for music.

- All because of a drumroll. - They only said it to you?

No.

As far as we know, Mari José's daughter and Rufino's.

- You'll do something, right? - I'll talk to Sister Justina.

They kept the drum.

- As well? - Yes.

Is that normal?

- No, I'll deal with it. - She's out and they keep the drum!

They have some nerve, don't they?

We'll return the drum to your daughter this afternoon.

The drum isn't the problem, Sister Justina.

- Do I make myself clear? - Perfectly clear.

The child is very upset.

- My daughter. - There can only be one drum.

We gave it to a girl who has a wonderful ear for music.

- What's more, an orphan. - Oh dear.

Antonia Goenaga. Her parents died two years ago.

Goenaga, yes, I knew him.

- She's a good little girl. - Right.

Half the town knows about it.

People will start talking if we choose Anita over her.

I understand, Sister Justina.

But what should I say to Ana?

What do I tell my wife and little girl?

How about a play? Why not put on a play?

- A play? - My daughter loves Mary Poppins.

Well done, Teresita. And now, the rivers. All together.

The Minho, the Douro, the Tagus,

the Guadiana, the Guadalquivir...

- Hi, Asier! - Hi!

- How are you? - Fine, how about you?

- You look fatter, you bastard. - And you're balder, arsehole.

Txema.

- Got here okay? - Yes.

Great.

- How are you? - You've met, right?

- He still owes me 200 pesetas. - Oh, man! I told you two weks.

Asier.

Pepe.

Pepe, Asier.

- Hi. - Hi.

- A real honour. - Welcome.

Wow!

- Is it reliable? - Pretty much.

We blew up Franco monuments in Alava.

And a plaque to the Fallen in San Sebastian.

That was bloody great. How many pounds of dynamite were used?

- Six? - Thirteen.

They told us it was granite,

but it was cement, which isn't as thick.

Bits flew 100 feet in the air. Even my gran saw it.

Jesus! And mine.

And she's dead.

- How much would you use for this? - I have 15 lbs.

Depends on the damage you want to do.

Just blow up the entrance.

- Isn't 15 okay? - Yeah.

I can get more if you want, but I'll need three weeks.

- No, 15 lbs. - I think that'll do.

We were thinking of doing it in the early morning.

All right.

All right.

- Who's coming with me? - Txema.

- Didn't you drive a motorbike? - Sure!

- I need someone to cover my back. - Yeah.

- That's it, then. - Thanks.

Thank you, Asher.

I'd blow up his car

with an RPG- 7.

Franco probably uses armoured vehicles.

The RPG is designed as an anti-tank weapon.

That's shit.

What I'd do to Franco...

I'd burn that bastard to bits with a flamethrower.

They'd spot you a mile off.

I know.

The question is how we would kill him, not if it's possible or not.

Fire is actually a fantastic idea.

And I'd put his wife...

- "La Collares". - ...Franco's wife and his daughter

right in the front row.

So they'd see the pig burn to death, his scorched flesh.

Well I'd use a machete, it's much cleaner.

- Right? - Cut off his head?

I like sharp things, Txema.

And how would you kill Franco, Txabi?

Me?

I'd...

Firstly, I'd sit him down in that chair.

Txema would keep an eye on him, definitely.

And then I'd made sure that every Basque

he's ever screwed with in the past 30 years walked past him.

- One after another. - Bloody hell!

- All of them? - All.

The living and the dead. Each one would ask him for explanations.

Then you'd never finish.

That's the point, Txema, it would never finish.

That's what I would do with Franco.

Five minutes, right?

Five minutes.

Let's go.

- Let's go, Asier. - Someone is inside.

There's a fucking light!

You said nobody was there. Jesus Christ, hold the bloody motorbike!

Asier!

Dammit!

Come on! Let's go!

Let's

Hold on to me!

Asier!

- How are you? - Good morning.

How is he?

Cuts and wounds to the face, two broken ribs, his hand is a mess,

but he can talk.

Don't you know who I am?

Who am I?

- Melitén Manzanas. - Very good.

Very good.

How are you?

- It hurts. - It hurts?

It hurts me here.

Does it?

Where?

All right, all right. Take it easy, take it easy.

Maybe I can ask them to get you something for the pain.

Okay, take it easy, relax.

Relax your hand, relax your hand.

There you go.

Let's see.

That's it.

Which finger hurts most?

Which one?

- These. - These two?

Or this one?

This one, right? Let's see...

Stop, stop, stop!

Stop, stop! No, no!

No, no, no!

No! No!

No!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

No, no, no!

No, you bastard! No, no, no!

You wait here.

Hold them.

Madam!

OUR NEWSPAPER ATTACKED

You can tell, huh?

Tell what?

That he's not a seminarian.

They call him Pepe.

- Pepe? - That's what I thought.

Such a common name.

Bloody hell.

My uncle is called Pepe.

- At least we have something, huh? - Yes.

We have Pepe.

Pepe!

Yes...

Pepe...

What a bastard, Pepe.

Bye!

Pepe...