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...it was like the cop...

...was going to shoot us.

Just as well he beat him to it.

And before he could fire, he whacked him on the head with the gun.

It was him or us.

- Him or us, right? - He knew what was coming.

Who knew what was coming?

That cop knew.

He looked me in the eye in a way that you have to be prepared for.

And that moaning noise he made...

...it sounded like spluttering. Know what that's like?

Do you know what it is?

That's the sound of death.

- The last breath. - But...

- Have you killed him? - No.

No, Edu.

Tolstoy talked about this in The Death of Ivan llyich.

Either of you ever read Tolstoy?

Why don't you lie down, get some rest?

War and Peace...

...is a must, and Ivan Ilyich is short, but powerful.

- Death... - Edu.

- We're going out. - Yes.

We're going for a walk.

Ivan Ilyich dies...

...surrounded by people he's chosen,

but feeling completely alone.

Why?

- He didn't have love. - Txabi...

He didn't have love.

He didn't feel loved.

He didn't feel welcomed by those who were with him to the end.

How can you go in peace

if you've been kidding yourself all your life?

- It's impossible. - Txabi.

How about resting a while on the couch?

Rest for what?

For what? Because we have to stay here for 24 or 48 hours.

Until they find us a safe place.

Come here.

- Did you kill that traffic cop? - I said no...

No, Edu, it was just a blow to the head, I swear.

- Don't bullshit me. - Forget Txabi, it's the speed talking.

He hasn't slept for days and he's raving, but he'll get over it.

He'll get over it.

You can't stay here.

- It's dangerous, I have a kid. - You're joking?

I can drive you to Aralar.

To Koldo's hut.

Koldo's hut?

They'll definitely look there.

- They don't know you here. - Some know me.

- Peru. - What?

Let's get out of here.

But where to? We're fine here, it's safe.

There is no safe place, Peru.

I can take you to Aralar.

No, we're going to Beasain.

Josu will find us somewhere, I'm sure of it.

No, this is madness.

No, it's not. Can you take us to Beasain, please?

And can you lend me a clean shirt?

It's a white SEAT 850, a coupe' model,

Saragossa number plate.

It appears that the first number of the plate is seven. Over.

Correct, the number plate of the vehicle found

does not match the number on the chassis. Over.

Rural units and traffic police are ordered to increase their checkpoints.

Two individuals are wanted who may be travelling

alone or accompanied in any type of vehicle.

We'll go by the old road. It takes longer, but it's safer.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

What time is it?

What time is it?

7.25.

Take off your glasses just in case.

It's better if we look like we do on our ID cards.

Come on, keep going.

There's a lot of cattle on this road.

Go on.

OK...

Did you see that?

What's up?

- The van signalled to us. - A checkpoint.

Maybe.

Turn around.

There they are.

Fucking hell.

Fucking...

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

Hello.

Where are you heading?

To Azpeitia.

What about them?

- Us too. - Yes, they're going to Azpeitia too.

Get out of the car.

The three of you.

Move it!

Come on!

Arms up!

Turn around.

Up against the wall.

Look straight ahead.

Straight ahead!

Stop it! Let me go!

Drop the weapon! Drop the gun!

I said drop it!

Drop the weapon!

Stop!

You're the one who killed the policeman in Aduna, aren't you?

LS it you?

Please, Father, let me in.

Father!

Thanks, Father!

Hello?

Yes, what is it?

What happened?

Are you serious?

How dreadful!

No.

Okay, Okay-

Bye.

- How awful! - What?

They killed a young guy.

Got shot in the lung, dead when he got to hospital.

Lucas Agoues, or... I don't know.

Does it ring a bell?

- Hi. - Hi.

- Did you get it? - Yes, yes.

Vanilla flavour.

Why vanilla? Was there no chocolate?

No, no. Either that or strawberry.

Thanks.

- Want some? - No.

They killed Txabi.

At a checkpoint a few hours ago.

What are you saying, Maxi?

Two shots.

To his lung.

- No. - Txiki.

- No. - Txiki.

No, no, no!

- Txiki! - Shut up.

What's up, Mum?

They killed a policeman.

In Guipuzcoa.

Did you know?

Yes, I did.

They said it was two young guys.

And one of them was killed later near Tolosa.

Don't you understand?

They didn't give the lad's name.

I'm waiting for them to say the name.

Do you know it?

No.

If you did, you'd tell me, right?

Yes, of course. Yes, yes.

Go on, go to bed, Mum.

What a pity.

Dead on the road, like dogs.

The poor mothers.

The poor sons.

The poor sons.

- Who did that? - They were in a stolen vehicle.

Is that why?

Good God.

Anita?

She's in bed. It's almost eleven.

Do you know what she said to me this afternoon?

She wants to be a "zoological".

What kind of job is that?

They study animals.

And what do you want me to do?

It's up to you.

Or do you think it's okay?

They won't let you have dinner in peace.

Hello?

Yes, that's right.

It's for you.

Come on! Move!

- Come on! - Go!

- I don't know. - "I don't know"?

- You know about Etxebarrieta? - Yes.

Right, you know about it, huh?

Such a shame

about Etxebarrieta. A university lecturer,

a revolutionary, a people's poet... Huh?

And how he's dead.

And all for what?

For a poem? For a song?

Is all that sacrifice worth it? Tell me.

Answer me.

- Answer! - I don't know.

So you don't know? You don't know.

- You don't know, huh? - No.

Do you know the name

of the policeman who turned up dead on the roadside?

José Antonio Pardines.

He was 25 years old

and he had his whole life ahead of him.

And he had a girlfriend who was waiting to marry him.

Who's going to call her? Will you tell her?

Or will you tell me who it was?

Who was it?

Who was it?

Want another war?

You want your war, right?

You don't give away a friend in times of war, huh?

Where did you see that?

In French films about the Resistance?

The truth is that when the French

saw a German soldier in his nicely ironed uniform, they shat themselves.

They shat themselves.

And they were right to do it.

The table.

Take off his handcuffs an put him on the table.

Now you'll see!

Here... Open your mouth. Open your fucking mouth!

That's it.

Swallow it! Come on!

Hold him. Hold his head!

Do you identify the deceased as Francisco Javier Etxebarrieta Ortiz?

Yes...

Yes, it's my son.

Could you give us a moment by ourselves, please?

Txabi!

Txabi, my love.

Poor thing.

Go.

Please go. I want to be alone.

Hail Mary.

Full of grace,

the Lord is with you.

Blessed are you among women,

and blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus.

It's empty-

The judge will decide about its contents.

Sorry.

What?

Sorry about what my son did. Sorry.

Your son didn't do anything.

My husband was already very ill.

Let's go home, Mum.

Come on.

So you got the blood you wanted.

Nobody wanted that blood spilled, Maxi.

But it was inevitable.

We all knew that.

You, me, the Fifth Assembly...

Especially Txabi.

Now what do we do?

What would he have done?

Tell me, what?

Keep going.

One of our guys has been killed and we must hit back.

And fill Euskadi with this suffering.

"Fill Euskadi with this suffering."

He had the courage to do what the rest of us didn't.

He's a hero, a martyr, and that has to serve a purpose.

- Didn't we want them to listen? - Words, fucking words.

Txabi's memory will be like an electric shock in people's conscience.

Because they killed him.

Shot him dead.

In cold blood.

A lackey for Spain's power, one of Franco's henchmen.

We have to strike back now.

Strike back... At whom? Huh?

At another traffic policeman?

Wasn't there a plan with Melitén?

Yes, but for later on.

No, now.

- Now, when? - Now.

Start it now.

- But, Inglés... - No, no.

- The weapons will be here shortly. - But what is this? The fucking war?

Don't you realise what's happening, Maxi?

There's no turning back.

The only option is to grit your teeth and go ahead.

Grit your teeth and go ahead!

Do you know what Lauaxeta wrote

the day before the fascists executed him in the war?

"Lord,

give me this death.

Leave the scent of roses for cowards,

and give me blessed freedom."

Txabi could have written...

...those very same words.

The very same.

It's so late.

Shall I serve you?

- Pour me some wine. - I made meatballs.

I'm not hungry.

Did you catch him?

The guy who killed the policeman.

He's dead.

And who was he?

A guy we were looking for.

And why did he do it?

Good question.

You need to talk to Anita about this zoology thing.

And go and wash your hands.

You don't look well.

I know.

Is it true they killed a policeman?

We found the man who did it.

- He won't do it again? - No, he won't.

Mum says you want to study zoology.

Is that bad?

No.

I don't think it's bad.

Mum wasn't too happy about it.

There's something that Mum doesn't know.

What's that?

Being with animals...

...is much better than people.

So, you think it's all right?

I think it's all right.

Come on.

Go to sleep.

Good night.

Are you awake?

No.

Let's leave here, Maxi.

We have to do the Melitén job.

Take me with you.

I don't care where.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello.

Look...

- Is that an Uzi? - Yes.

- 32 bullets? - 32, yeah.

And pistols.

How was it at La Muga?

We had no problem.

Who are you with?

It's just Txiki.

My condolences, José Antonio.

I'm so sorry!

Poor Txabi!

And Jesus said, "I am the resurrection and the life.

He who believes in me shall never die."

Jesus says to us:

"Do not be troubled.

Believe in God and believe in me too."

My condolences.

BASQUE SOLDIER Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

You fascists, look what you have done!

Murderers!

What are they doing here?

- You are going to think twice about that! - Stop it!

Swine!

Get out of here!

Enough!

- Fucking bastards! - Murderers!

Is there anyone who doesn't agree about doing this?

Txabi said two would be needed for the job.

But I'm going to do it.

- Alone.

- We already have a martyr. - I can do it!

- No! - We need to act now!

Get this straight, okay?

What happened was a mistake. He shouldn't have left his hiding place.

- I know it by heart. - What?

Everything.

His route, his house, family, wife, daughter,

the times he comes and goes... Everything!

Even where he carries his gun!

We'll do it tomorrow. Together.

Long live Txabi Etxebarrieta!

Long may he live...

- Txema could do it alone. - Everything will be fine.

What do you mean by that?

You're going to kill someone!

It's all up and running.

- It's too late. - No, it isn't. Not for us.

- Txiki... - Not for us.

Amphetamines.

They found two empty packets in his pockets.

Why? Don't they have the balls to pull a trigger without drugs?

That's Madrid...

They've been calling all bloody morning.

- It's all ETA now. - We'll have to grit our teeth.

Or maybe not.

I'll tell you something:

we're the ones who know what they're up to, not Madrid.

I'm telling you.

This might be a chance to ask for things.

- More resources. - Better salaries.

A bigger police station, a direct line to Madrid.

We call them instead.

- And a line to the Vatican. - What?

Know how I'd nip it in the bud? I'd get tough with the bastards!

Brainwashing people with catechism!

- I think it's more complex. - Depends.

Depends on what?

On what ETA does from now on.

Bullets never solved things here.

Looks like the world is changing, Chamorro.

This isn't the world.

Tell him. Pick it up and tell him.

Tell him!

Come on, let's go.

- Man... - Bloody hell!

Did I tell you my kid wants to be a zoologist?

What's that?

Studies animals.

So like us, right?

Yes.

- Why did you want to be a cop? - A girlfriend.

Her dad was a judge and I thought it would make things easier.

And it didn't.

He screwed me over so I'd leave her. The bastard.

But I put up with it.

What did you want to be?

What did you want to be?

An actor.

- Right. - Actor.

- You're kidding? - Yes.

Imagine the life I would have had.

You might even have been good at it.

Meliton!

Stop! Stop!

Meliton!

Don't move! Stop!

Stop! Don't move!

What are you doing? Stop!

Stop!

- Look who's killing you. - Stop!

No! No!

Meliton!

No!

No!

No!

Meliton!

Meliton!

Meliton! No, please, don't!

Help!

Help!

Help, please!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Like that...

Push a bit more. Just a little bit more.

I can already see the head!

Go on! Go on! Go on!

Good!

That's it!

Our daughter was born two weeks after Meliton Manzanas was killed.

I would have liked Txabi to have been there.

To see that the future had nothing to do

with crossing lines that distance you from yourself.

Push! Push!

I cried so much, because holding a baby in your arms

makes you understand how much a life is worth.

The miracle of creating one

and the pain of ending one.

Don't cry. Don't cry, my love.

No...

There, there.

There, there.

La Muga is on the other side.

Take care.

That's why we left, leaving behind all of that forever.

Some make think we were cowards, we ran away,

that we didn't take responsibility for the tragedy that we had started.

All that's probably true.

We took with us the suffering that we had helped to sow,

and that would fill our land with blood for years to come.

And the struggle...

...turned into endless madness

that served no purpose.

MOST OF ETA'S MEMBERS FROM TXABl'S GENERATION QUIT THE ORGANIZATION

WHEN DEMOCRACY CAME TO SPAIN IN 1977.

HOWEVER, NEW GENERATIONS OF ACTIVISTS

CONTINUED CARRYING OUT ATTACKS OVER THE NEXT DECADES,

CAUSING MORE THAN 850 DEATHS IN TOTAL.

ON 3rd OF MAY 2018, ETA ANNOUNCED ITS DEFINITIVE DISSOLUTION.