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Morning.

One of your indicators is broken.

Must have happened suddenly.

You can't drive like that.

Hello.

His indicator is broken.

I live locally, at the Atxondo farmhouse.

- Where have you been? - Me?

I went pigeon shooting.

That's where it probably broke.

Show me what's back there.

In the back?

Show me what you have back there!

Some pigeons.

License for weapons?

Go on, off you go. And fix the indicator.

There you go, two pigeons.

Thank you.

Hello.

- Hey there! - Hello.

Hello.

- Lousy weather, huh? - Typical.

The shepherd said it'll be like this till August.

You'd think he was glad about it!

What can I get you?

Black coffee for me.

- With a drop of anisette. - I'll have a hot cafe au lait.

Excuse me... Watch your feet.

Sorry, huh?

We got caught in the rain on the road and...

It's all right.

Your eyes are popping out!

Sure...

- She's pretty. - But you asked for a transfer to Galicia.

Black coffee with anisette.

- Cafe au lait. - Thanks.

Thanks.

Hey...

Give me your pigeon.

A hunter gave them to us and we don't know how to cook them.

Perhaps your mother does.

- Or the cook. - And do you want us to make them?

No, no. It's a gift.

For all of you.

I don't eat pigeon.

But thanks.

I know that it's a pretty strange gift.

But since we left puddles everywhere...

It doesn't matter.

Well, I'm José Antonio.

Tono.

Amelia.

Pleased to meet you.

- Well, bye. - Have a good afternoon, Amelia.

Hello.

Remember me?

The policeman with the pigeons.

Were they tasty?

I thought you might like a drink or a walk.

I can't. I'm sorry.

I should have asked before,

but I was in the neighbourhood.

- I don't mean to be a nuisance. - No.

- I can't right now. - Some other time?

I'll phone beforehand.

Sure.

Look, I brought you chocolates.

- With hazelnuts. - There was no need.

I thought you'd like it.

- I've got a peseta here... - Thanks.

Thank you very much.

Look at the sea!

How nice!

It's beautiful.

- You like the omelette, huh? - It's delicious.

Like the ones my mum used to make.

- She died when I was a kid. - I had no idea.

- I'm sorry. - No, don't worry, it's just...

Your omelette tastes the same as hers.

I remember that.

That taste.

I don't remember much else.

Sometimes I force myself, but nothing comes of it.

Her face, but maybe that's the photos.

Maybe her smile, too.

Perhaps it's an actress in some film.

It annoys me not to remember, or only vaguely.

You have small feet.

They keep me nice and upright.

- Amelia. - What?

What?

Have you got a boyfriend?

- Why do you ask? - I don't know. Out of curiosity.

- Do I ask a lot? - Quite a bit.

But maybe you don't ask what you should.

Maybe.

- So, can I ask? - Go ahead.

How about me as your boyfriend?

A steady boyfriend.

Perhaps.

God, I asked you a question and you didn't reply.

I really like you, damn it.

Amelia...

Yes?

Is that a yes?

THE INVISIBLE LINE

- Your turn. - Okay.

And...

- Let's see... - You score, right?

- Yes. - Six plus nine, fifteen.

And this one, for me.

- Another one! - Jesus, you're so lucky.

This is crazy.

Hi!

It's my turn, right?

Can I have a puff?

Hey, it's mine!

Let's see what the doctor says.

It's okay. It's normal to lose some blood.

It'll be okay when the doctors tell you.

Cords aunt will go with you.

Can we talk in the room?

- I've been thinking. - About what?

About our operation.

He has a daughter.

You mean Meliton.

Her name is Ana.

She's about 12.

Franco has a daughter as well.

And Millan Astray.

People have kids, it doesn't make them better or worse.

I didn't say that.

The activists who Meliton tortures have kids.

- Why the tone? - What tone?

As if you had to convince me.

You just said...

Meliton has a daughter, Maxi, it's a fact.

Can't I say it?

Yes, yes you can.

Did your father take care of you?

Meaning?

Did he or didn't he?

- Not much. - And you think Meliton

looks after his daughter more than your dad did?

How would I know?

But I'm asking what you think.

- I don't think so. - There you go.

- You won't be the one to kill him. - I'll do what I have to do.

In the autumn, you'll be nearly due...

Meantime, you rest.

I'm frightened.

You won't be doing anything!

Frightened of having the baby.

- Hello.

Morning, De Diego. See you in a while.

- How's it going there? How are you? Okay? - Fine, Pardines.

At your service, sir.

Still no news about your transfer.

I wanted to talk about that.

Not much we can do at the moment.

Better that way, sir. You see...

I don't want to go anymore.

Stop messing me about.

I don't get paid to process transfers and then cancel them.

I'm sorry, sergeant, but...

It's just...

Right.

A pretty local girl...

Good luck. I don't want a wedding invite.

A bottle of brandy will do.

Consider it done, sir. At your command.

...the latest news from New York.

It's now 2.30 pm in Madrid. Let's begin our report.

Yes, Madrid. New York here.

Surprise, fear, sadness... are reflected in the flags

that fly at half-mast in New York and probably all over the USA.

These have been joined by the Spanish flag

from different Spanish centres in New York.

Now all that remains

is to wait for Senator Kennedy's body to arrive in New York.

He will be transferred to Washington,

where he will be buried alongside his brother, John 1:. Kennedy,

in the relatively new grave there,

about eighteen months old, here in Washington,

in Arlington Cemetery.

These are the facts.

- That peiota player made a fortune, huh? - Don't criticise him.

- He lent us this place. - I'm not!

Well it seemed that way.

I'm not criticising, I'm telling you the truth.

I'm Txema.

Come on, get in.

Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

Jesus, it's hot in here!

- Hi, Peru.

- Kennedy was assassinated! - Yes, we heard.

- By a .22 calibre, right? - Yes.

What a mess, America...

Hell, they're nice, huh?

A real good job.

That's mine.

Peru...

Cool, this one's for me.

Txabi?

Upstairs, in the attic.

Hi.

Hi.

The pharmacy was about to shut.

- Here. - Thanks.

I have the documents.

Your ID card... You're called Lucas now.

And your driver's license.

All right?

Josu is expecting you the day after tomorrow.

At six.

At the Beasain petrol station.

Okay, Txabi?

You collect the explosives, leave them in a place they've found.

And the car?

The car, right.

It's a coupé.

It's on the mountain, usual place.

- Better get some sleep, right? - There'll be plenty of time to sleep.

Right.

- Aren't you hot? - Could I have some time by myself?

Yes.

Txabi!

- Did you get no sleep? - No.

Haven't been able to for two days.

And you?

It's impossible with this belly.

Maxi told me we have to drop you off at the hospital.

He's worried.

Right, I would be as well.

- TXiki. - What?

When you have the baby you should leave.

- And Maxi? - Talk to him about it.

He's torn.

He'll make his mind up. Talk to him.

But he thinks you need him more than ever with the Meliton thing.

That will change everything.

Hopefully.

Txabi ...

Maxi told me you had a girlfriend.

- Ages ago. - When?

Three years.

Look.

Her name is Julia.

She's getting married now.

- I'm sorry. - Why?

Well, because I guess you really loved her.

I think she'll be better off without me.

You don't know that.

Know what she did the last time we met?

Gave me everything I'd written to her.

- Everything. - Maybe she didn't deserve it.

- Maybe not. - Maybe not.

Look for someone who does deserve it.

- But it's too late for that. - Why?

Lots of girls will want to join the organisation.

Living underground isn't for everyone.

- Well, I put up with it. - You're not just anyone.

That sounded like a poem.

Maxi might get jealous.

No, you know he won't.

TXiki...

You shouldn't be around when we do Meliton.

The cops will get really violent.

They'll kill us. I don't want you there.

Maybe I can copy your trick.

My trick?

Maxi told me that every time you're quiet...

...it's because you think you're already dead, you've been killed.

And every day that you live is as if...

...you were living on borrowed time.

Is that what he said?

Doesn't matter.

Do you earn that much in the police?

I've been saving a while.

And you wanted to impress me.

It's a nice place.

But if saving

is to spend it all in one night...

No, no. I'm not like that.

You don't see all this luxury where I'm from.

Back there, those who can, go to Madrid,

or Barcelona, Switzerland, Germany...

- Or become fishermen. - Or soldiers.

I did this for my father.

He's a policeman, same as my grandfather.

His only hope was that

instead of leaving to work in another country, I'd stay here

and wear a uniform.

Don't you regret it?

Why?

I'm here with you.

No...

We're not Romeo or Juliet,

actors in an endless romance.

No...

Come with me.

- Where? - To my village.

- Malpica. - You still have two years here.

I meant the village festivals.

On 25th July..

Don't you fancy it?

Is it about your parents?

They wouldn't be too happy.

We get married, then.

- What do you mean? - They won't need to worry.

My aunt Maruja is a Roman Catholic.

She'll put you in a man-proof room.

Well, we'll see.

What about marrying?

I like living here.

- That wasn't the question. - Right.

But it's important, because if your fantasy is of me going to Malpica...

You don't know Galicia!

If I leave here, it's to go to Barcelona,

or Madrid, I don't know...

- A city. - A big city.

Can I tell you something?

My dad doesn't want me to go back, either.

No...

There are no doubts in our lives,

today it's easy to be happy.

You...

...just love me the same way

as I love you, my darling.

No...

We don't have to face

anyone who is against our love,

because...

...everything is different these days,

and today the sun is shining brightly.

No...

We're not Romeo or Juliet.

Those who died for love.

No...

We're not Romeo or Juliet,

living in fear.

No...

Hello.

Hello.

Back to the grind, Pardines.

- At least it's not raining. - But it will.

- See the Kennedy thing? - Yes.

I'm not surprised.

They even have weapons in the supermarkets.

- Can you believe it? - Yes, I can.

Even in bloody supermarkets...

What will they do next?

LIST OF STOLEN VEHICLES

Want to drive?

What time is it?

A quarter to five.

In Beasain by six, huh?

- Know how many explosives? - No.

Now what the hell?

Crap, more "pigs".

Take it easy.

Another one there.

Did something happen here or what?

He kept staring.

Bloody hell...

What the fuck...?

What do we do?

Slow down, slow down...

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

ID, please.

Are you from around here?

Yes.

- Both of you? - Yes, yes.

The car number plate is Saragossa.

I bought it off my cousin who lives there. I'm letting my mate drive.

Vehicle documents, please.

And driver's license.

Is the boot open?

Yes.

Bastard.

Fuck!

What do we do, Txabi?

No, no need for that, Txabi.

No need for that.

We disarm him, take a shot at the bike...

...and leave.

And we leave.

No?

This doesn't match.

Let's go! Move it!

Txabi!

Come on, Txabi! Move it, damn it!

Jesus, let's move!

Txabi!

Txabi, let's go!

- What the fuck...? - Don't move!

Hold it right there, damn it! Hold it!

Bloody hell!

- What is it? - They killed a cop.

Two kids in a white car. They went that way!

Let's warn the other cop!

Fucking hell!

We need to change cars.

No, we need to find a safe place to hide for a couple of days.

- No, Josu is waiting for us. - What does he matter now?

You pumped four bullets into a cop!

- He's dead! - It was meant to be.

Sooner or later.

Does it matter how or when? It just happened!

I didn't do anything.

I didn't shoot.

I didn't shoot.

You didn't do anything.

- Nothing. - Turn.

Head for Tolosa!

I thought a tyre had blown...

This way.

At around 5pm, two young men murdered

a traffic policeman

close to the town of Aduna in Guipuzcoa.

Apparently, the killers fled

in a white SEAT 850 coupe'

with a Saragossa number plate that begins with the number 7.

According to the early reports,

the murdered policeman had stopped the car...

Hello.

Could I speak to José Antonio Pardines, please?

Traffic police.

- Hi. - Hi.

Know who I am?

- We met at Arrain's house. - Oh, yes.

SQ?

- Is your husband in? - No. He's working, but he won't be long.

Come in.

Come on.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Water?

Would you like something to eat?

- He doesn't speak Basque. - Do you want something to eat?

An orange.

I don't have oranges.

They're not in season.

I have pears.

- Want one? - No, thanks.

- Hi! - Hi.

- These are Daddy's friends. - Yes.

- The bathroom? - This way.

- Do you have painkillers? - Yes.

My name's Asun.

Pepe.

Why are you doing that?

Why are you doing that?

Why?