All language subtitles for Patria (S01E02 - Encuentros) 1080p WEBRip HEVC x265-RMTeam_engl

(theme music playing)

How many times
do I have to tell you

not to bring dead animals home?

- (cat meows)
- (doorbell ringing)

Coming.

Why did you get here so early?

I haven't even started cooking.

I had an appointment nearby,

plus this way
I can draw your blood.

So you don't have to go
to the hospital tomorrow.

Sure, fine.

But try not to hurt me
like last time, okay?

Always complaining.

(cat meows)

Hi, kitty.

You taking care of Mom?

(purring)

This cat has beautiful eyes.

You always say the same thing.

I don't know if your sister's
coming to lunch or not.

She never calls me.

I know she's been
back from London

with her good-for-nothing
husband for days, but...

Her husband has a name, Mom.

I can't stand him.

I call him "Can't-stand-him."

Close your fist, please.

Maybe Nerea called
and you weren't home.

I called yesterday
and the day before

and you didn't answer.

It's also why I came early.

I wanted to make sure
you were okay.

If you were so worried,
why didn't you come earlier?

Because I knew you weren't home.

I know where
you've been spending
the past few nights.

You've gone back to town.

(groans)

Look, Mom, I'm not gonna
ask why you went back.

It's your hometown.

But if you're gonna stir up
stories from the past,

I'd appreciate a heads-up.

I don't have to
tell you anything,

you have nothing
to do with this.

We're all a part
of that story, Mom.

(telephone ringing)

(panting)

Xabi, are you okay?

Something's wrong with my dad.

- Wait, I'll go with you.
- No.

- Xabi.
- I have to run.

(panting)

Oh, Dad.

Dad...

- Sir.
- Hold it, you can't go in.

- Sir.
- I'm his son. I'm his son.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Mom!

Mom?

I don't need an injection, okay?

I can calm down by myself.

Mom, what happened?

Txato is dead,
so get used to the idea.

Did they tell you that?

No, but I saw him.

His... His head
was completely open.

Txato's gone.

Did he go to the hospital?

Yeah, but it's useless.

Poor Nerea, when she hears...

We should call her, huh?

Look, the number for that bar,

uh, under her apartment
is in the drawer.

- Call her.
- Okay.

Can I fix you something to eat?

Mom, of course not.

Hmm...

Are you sure that dad...

wasn't breathing
when they took him away?

(line beeping steadily)

Man (on phone): Yes.

- Hello.
- Man: Hello?

Yeah, um... Um, I'm...

the brother of Nerea,

the girl who lives upstairs.

Man: The student?

Yeah, the student, yeah.

Man: Okay.

Could you give her a message?

Man: Sure, what is it?

Tell her to call me at home.

- Man: Okay.
- Uh, say it's urgent.

Um, it's urgent.

Man:
Sure, don't worry,
I'll let her know.

- Thank you so much, sir.
- Man: Bye.

Mom, were you the one
who called the ambulance?

No, I didn't call anyone.

It just came out of nowhere,
with the sirens and all.

I don't know. Some...

Some neighbor must've called.

- (telephone ringing)
- Answer it.

It's probably Nerea.

Hello?

Man (on phone): Fuck you, Txato.

(line disconnects)

(gasps)

It wasn't her, huh?

Let's not answer the phone.

What if it's Nerea
or the hospital or...

Okay.

(line beeping steadily)

Woman (on phone):
Aranzazu Hospital.

Hello, this is Doctor Lertxundi.

Can you put me through
to the ER?

Woman: Yes, one moment.

(line beeping)

- Man (on phone): ER.
- Hello.

- It's Xabi Lertxundi.
- Santos: It's Santos.

Hi, how are you?

What's up?

Santos: The truth is that,

when he got here,
he was already...

Well, I think,

maybe you should
come down to the hospital.

(sniffles)

(crying)

(doorbell dings)

(footsteps)

Bittori:
Well, finally they're here.

(door opens)

- Hi.
- Hi, Mom.

What happened?

Your husband
doesn't like paella?

Quique's gone.

I'll explain later.

Hi, Xabier.

You broke up again?

We didn't break up.

We've separated.

Oh, which is the same thing.

It's not the same.

Well, whatever you say.

Do you need help with something?

- Bittori: No.
- Come on.

Don't listen to her.
You know how she is.

There's an extra plate.

Shopkeeper:
Can I get you
anything else?

Woman: No, that's it.

I'll pay now.

Shopkeeper: So, let's see.

Three pieces of steak...

- some ground beef, the eggs...
- Miren: Be right back.

Shopkeeper:
...and the chicken breast.

That'll be $11.50.

- Good morning.
- Shopkeeper:
Good morning, Miren.

- That makes 20. Agur.
- All right, great.

- See you. Agur.
- Thank you so much.

Did you see?

She put a plant out.

She can do what she wants.

It's her house.

I need a whole chicken,
a big one.

I have company for lunch.

Years they've been asking

so dramatically for peace
in the protests

and the papers.

Well, now they have it,

still they come
running back to screw it up.

Is this okay?

That's great.

All people are talking
about now is peace

and apologizing to the victims.

Who's gonna
apologize to us, huh?

Or isn't he a victim?

(indistinct chatter on TV)

To hell with apologies.

At the end of the day,
it's pointless.

- (door bell jingles)
- Woman: Morning.

Morning.

Tell Gorka to drop by
once in a while, huh?

- Sure.
- I can't remember
what he looks like.

(chuckles)

Don't worry about it, it's okay.

Okay. Thank you.

- I appreciate it.
- Agur, honey.

Agur.

(sighs)

Those flowers are crap.

It's getting colder, she better
put 'em inside or they'll die.

Woman: Miren, Miren.

Hey, I don't know if you heard
about it, but she's back.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I know.

She even put out flowers.

What, is she gonna
stay here forever, then?

I don't really know.

- And what about you?
- What about us?

Hmm. I heard your
son's living it up,

enjoying a life in Mexico.

"Enjoying a life"?

If it wasn't for him,

Joxe Mari and Jokin
would still be here.

In trouble or whatever,
but at least at home.

Koldo was smart, huh?

First he ratted them up
and he saved his own ass.

Man: Ratted them out?

My son was tortured

and almost killed, Miren.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Sounds like

you're forgetting things.

I remember everything perfectly.

You remember whatever suits you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Agur.

Let's go.

Nerea:
Then after that,
we went to those gardens.

Um, Kew Gardens, beautiful.

I'll show you
the pictures later.

Hmm.

How's everything here?

Uh, fine.

I was just gonna ask you,

can you not tell Mom
about that thing you mentioned?

Oh, what thing?

Nothing, Mom, it doesn't matter.

It's delicious.

I've finally decided
to participate

in a meeting in prison
with an ETA inmate.

Hmm.

I talked with
the mediator already.

She's really awesome.

I'm telling you this
because I don't like

going behind your back,

but I imagine you'll...

you'll be against it.

What do you hope to achieve?

No idea.

I don't even know
who I'm meeting.

But I do know one thing, Mom.

At least one of them has to know

what they did to us
and what we've been through.

What you've
been through, you mean.

That's right.

And then?

I'll listen to
what he has to say.

You expect an apology?

Nerea:
I haven't thought about it.

The mediator told me

all the participants have had
a good experience.

She said no one
regretted doing it.

And she promised
absolute discretion,

the press won't...
won't know about it.

Well, do as you wish.

I don't buy it.

Having a conversation

with a random murderer
like that...

Yeah, maybe I'd look
into the eyes

of the one who
killed your father.

I would.

I do have a couple of things
to say to him.

But not a random one.

Hmm? What do you think?

Cat got your tongue?

I think it's a personal matter.

I'm not meddling.

After the meeting, I'm thinking
of moving to another city.

I don't know where.
Abroad maybe.

Well, I have to go.

I'm gonna go watch
the match at the stadium

and I wanna drop by
the hospital first.

- You're not gonna have dessert?
- No.

- Okay.
- Delicious paella.

- Agur.
- Agur, agur.

(footsteps receding)

What did you think
of what I said?

Well, you're old enough
to know what you wanna do.

You'd rather me end up
like my brother?

Why, what's wrong with him?

He's the saddest man
I've ever met.

Wha... What the fuck do you
even know about sadness?

Xabier told me you're
going to town every day,

and I think it's really great.

I suppose you're searching
for something, same as I am.

Searching? I'm not
searching for anything.

I'm going to my house.
Can't I do that anymore?

Or do you have
a problem with that, too?

(door closes)

(bells tolling)

(organ music playing)

(congregation singing
hymn in Basque)

(singing continues)

(speaking Basque)

All: Amen.

Father Serapio:
Welcome, brothers and sisters,

to Sunday mass.

Woman 1 (whispering):
Do you know who that is?
It's her. It's Bittori.

Father Serapio:
Today we'll be sharing

about how Jesus,
in the Gospel...

Woman 2 (whispering):
Why has she come back?

Father Serapio:
...talks to us about something

we're not used to hearing...

Woman 1 (whispering):
Absolutely, I'm sure.

Father Serapio:
...something that
is in both the New

- and the Old Testaments...
- What is she doing here?

Are you on our side or theirs?

Father Serapio:
...in the homilies
of most priests.

It's about God's rights,

and, therefore,

our duties.

Duties like harmony,

reconciliation...

and peace.

And now that peace seems
to finally have arrived

to our land,

it's time to leave
our pride behind us.

(grunts)

We cannot let it
take over our hearts

because let us not
fool ourselves,

there's no better way
to return to each other

than by forgetting the wrongs

and offering forgiveness,

to our brothers
and sisters in Christ

as well as friendship
and communion,

just like we see
in the parable for today.

(groans softly)

The one of
the fruitless fig tree,

which God teaches us
that we must be patient.

Xabier:
Before you went to London,

you said you wouldn't
talk to anyone from ETA.

Guess you changed your mind.

Every man for himself,
huh, Nerea?

You think I'm selfish, huh?

Didn't you ever stop to think

you could hurt someone
by doing that?

Perhaps you think
that Mom doesn't really care?

But her face said it all.

Oh, really?

And how did you see
what her face said

with your eyes
stuck to your plate?

Xabier, you're stuck.

Both of you.

You and mom are stuck
at the bottom of a hole,

and grief is eating
the two of you up.

And I refuse.

That's why I wanna
talk to him and tell him,

"You're a murderer.

This is what you've done,
these are the consequences."

Then I wanna walk outta there.

I wanna go to a place
where no one knows me,

where... where they won't
whisper behind my back,

where I can do something
for others,

for... for abused women,
or orphans.

So don't say I'm selfish.

Xabier, I'm divorced.
I don't have children.

(slams table)
Stop looking at
that fucking glass

and look at me! Fuck!

You're hurting me
and I really wanna
throw this glass at you.

Our mother's really sick.

I'm still not sure what she has,

but the last blood tests
weren't good.

I booked an appointment
with the oncologist,

but she didn't go.

I'm trying not to
scare her, but...

she has symptoms,

and she's not dumb.

Nerea, listen to me.

Postpone your plans.

At least while Mom's alive.

(sighs)

Cancer?

Most likely.

Think about it.

There's nothing
to think about, Xabier.

I'll call the mediator tomorrow
and tell her I'm out.

Once again, Mr. Doctor
gets what he wanted.

Agur, txiki.

Agur.

- Man: Ah, cheers!
- Yes!

(rock music playing
over speakers)

(groans)

- Oh, my God.
- Wow.

Is the veterinary school
really far away?

-I've never been.
-Yeah, it's really
fuckin' far away,

but the party's
definitely worth it.

- (chuckles)
- You'll see.

The drinks are dirt cheap.
It's awesome.

Are we gonna walk there?

No, we'll finish the drinks
and we'll drive there.

But if you wanna walk,
I'll, uh, walk with you.

Jose Carlos: Come on,
I was just joking. Sorry.

Woman: Don't listen to this guy.

Hey, can we have another?

Another round.

Jose: Is Paco coming?

Alberto: Paco? Paco?

Jose: Paco, man.

Woman: Fucking Paco.

Oh, my God. (laughs)

Alberto:
Paco with his girlfriend.

Woman: Oh, he's still
with his girlfriend?

Jose:
He's still with his girlfriend.

(pop music playing
over speakers)

Jose: It's crazy, man.

Woman: Another round of shots?

Alberto:
Yeah, another one, let's do it.

Jose: Yeah.

Alberto: I don't know
if I should, though.

Jose: Come on!

- Okay.
- Jose: Here we go! Here we go!

Come on.

- Come on.
- Alberto: Go! Go! Go!

I have to go.

Jose: Your name's Nerea, right?

Jerk.

Nerea?

Nerea, what's wrong?

Where are you going?

Nerea.

Are you okay? What's up?

Did something bother you?

(breathing heavily)

- My dad...
- What?

- (voice breaking) My dad.
- What is it?

My dad...

What happened, Nerea?
What's wrong?

(crying)

What happened?

I just saw him...

on the bar TV.

They murdered my father.

ETA murdered him.

What? What are you saying?

(gasping)

Don't leave me alone, please.
Don't leave me alone.

- (shushing)
- Don't leave me alone.

No, no. Calm down.
Calm down. Calm down.

Okay.

(crying)

(shushing)

Nerea.

I can ask Alberto for the car
and take you to San Sebastian.

Hmm?

I don't want anyone to know.

We'll be there in three hours.

(breathing heavily)

Fuck me.

- What?
- Come on. Fuck me.

I don't know if I can.

They murdered your father.

Come on.

(gasps)

(moans)

No excuses.

(both moaning)

That's it.

(sniffling)

Hey.

Wake up, come on.

You have to go.

(groans softly)

Jose: Okay.

Anytime you wanna talk...

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sobbing)

(coin clangs)

(breathing heavily)

Uh...

(sniffles)

(line beeping steadily)

(breathing heavily)

(telephone ringing)

(line beeping)

- Bittori (on phone): Hello.
- Mom.

Bittori: Nerea!

They murdered your dad.

(Bittori crying)

Why did it take you
so long to call?

What time do you get here?

No, I'm not going, Mom.

Bittori: What?

You're coming home
on the first bus, all right?

Nerea (on phone): No, Mom.

They killed your father.

You're gonna stay there
and relax?

I'm not relaxing.
I'm really sad.

But I don't wanna see
my dad's corpse.

I couldn't bear it.
Please understand.

Here no one knows who my dad is.

But if I go home
and I show up on TV,

everyone's gonna know who I am.

What are you saying?

Nerea (crying): Don't judge me.

I'm as devastated as you are.

Let me deal with it my way, Mom.

Please, please.

Goodbye. Bye.

(line disconnects)

(sobbing)

No...

(breathing heavily)

(crying)

Man:

There we go.

(bells tolling)

It feels like we're hiding him,

not burying him.

(stone scraping)

Bittori's sister:
I haven't seen Nerea.

Yeah, she couldn't make it.

She's studying in Zaragoza.

I don't care she didn't come.

I don't believe in God anymore.

(knock at door)

Yeah?

I didn't have the courage
to go to your father's funeral.

I'm really sorry. Really.

Txato bought it for me,

when I was a little girl,
at the fair.

You won't remember. (chuckles)

He bought one for Nerea
and I got jealous.

But my mom wouldn't...

Well, you know her.

Then Txato, without saying
anything to anyone

just took me to the shop
and got it for me.

I'd give it to Bittori myself,
but I can't look her in the eye.

I'm sorry, Xabier.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(telephone ringing)

Hello.

Xabier (on phone):
Hey, Mom, it's me.

I looked into
what happened to Arantxa.

Apparently she had a stroke
two years ago

in Palma de Mallorca.

She's completely dependent.

And her children?

I didn't ask.

Bittori: Well, you should have.

So what Ramon
did tell me though,

is that as soon as
she was paralyzed,

her husband ran off.

What a bastard.

Ever since then
Arantxa's been living

in town with her parents.

Poor thing.

Well, that makes me
really sad, you know,

because that girl
is the best one in the family.

By far.

She was the only one
who felt sorry for us.

(telephone ringing)

Okay, Mom, I have to go.

Talk later?

Sure, sounds good.

Bye, then. Agur.

(cat meows)

Girl: You ready for this?

Come on.

- Ooh.
- (laughs)

Right there.

Come on, Mom, you can do better.

Oh, boy.

(groaning softly)

Come on. You ready?

Good one.

I'll go get it, Mom.

(groaning)

(muffled): Mom?

You tired?

You wanna stop playing?

Mom, are you okay?

Mom, what happening?

Are you okay?

Mom, can you hear me?
What's going on?

(siren wailing)

Just relax, honey.
I'm sure it's nothing.

- Okay.
- What happened?

We were at the beach relaxing

and playing some paddleball...

and suddenly I had
a really strong headache.

Did you have anything
out of the ordinary? Drugs?

No. No, no, nothing.

Just the headache, that's all.

Okay, stay calm, okay?

We'll do an MRI
and then assess the situation.

I'll have someone come

and get you prepped
in just a second.

Let's go.

Do you feel better?

I think so.

It's just a scare, you'll see.

You were really brave, honey.

And you got help so quickly.

If they have to check me in,

you'll have to stay here
at a hotel by yourself, okay?

No, but why?

- No.
- Because...

Cala Millor is
really far away from...

- Uh... Uh, Mom?
- (gasping)

Mom? Mom? Mom! Mom!

Help! Help me, please. Help!

Someone please help my mom!

Please somebody help me!

My mom, help!

Get the room ready.
Right now. Now, now, now!

Mommy! Mommy, no!

- Calm down. Come on.
- Mom! No! Mom! Mommy!

Calm down. Calm down.

Girl: Mom! Come on, Mom!

- Come on!
- Doctor: Hurry up!

Girl (echoing): Mom?

- (ventilator hissing)
- (monitor beeping)

Can you hear me?

Move if you can hear me.

You had a stroke
a couple of days ago.

Grandma's getting here today.

Her flight was delayed because
of a terrorist attack in Palma.

I'm getting
a little nervous, Mom.

Are you gonna get better?

I love you so much, Mom.

(door opens)

Grandma.

Physiotherapist:
Now I'm gonna bend
your knee a little, okay?

Good morning, doctor.

Xabier: Hi, how are you?

Physiotherapist:
Arantxa, looks like you have

a high-ranking visitor today.

How are you doing?

Well, screwed.

Arantxa, I'm so sorry
this happened to you.

Dr. Ulacia brought me
up to speed.

She wants the iPad.

Ah.

Computerized voice:
I've always liked you,
you bastard.

(chuckling)

I've been keeping it for you
all these years.

Don't ever give it
back to me again.

Physiotherapist:
Uh, I'll be back in a bit.

No, no, it's okay, I have to go.

Good luck, Arantxa.

So good to
see you again. Really.

(iPad beeping)

Computerized voice:
If you have a stroke,
we get married.

Miren:
For heaven's sake,
you're so late today.

Come on already,
we have mass at 7:00.

Jose Ramon:
Okay, darlings, you're all set.

Miren: Okay, okay, come on.

Thank you, Jose Ramon.

Let's go.

- See you, Miren.
- Thank you.

Come on, we're gonna be late.

(door opens)

Joxian: Hey there, sweetheart.

How was physiotherapy?

Are we going
to the Olympics or not?

(chuckles)

What?

Oh. What a lovely bracelet.

Did you buy it?

It's beautiful.

Ah, it's yours.

Okay.

I'll be on my way then.

Good night.

See you tomorrow, my love.

We'll see you tomorrow.

Let's go watch TV.

Celeste.

Do you know where my daughter
got that bracelet she's wearing?

A doctor gave it to her
this afternoon.

- It's nice, isn't it?
- Yes, very nice. Yeah.

What doctor?

Well, she said he works there.

But they've known each other
since they were little.

They just chatted for a bit

and then he gave
her the bracelet.

Did you happen
to catch the doctor's name?

Uh, no.

But if you want I can
find out tomorrow.

- Is it bad?
- No, no, no, not at all.

Don't worry, it's nothing.

- I was just curious.
- Okay.

Well, see you tomorrow. Bye-bye.

- See you tomorrow.
- Agur.

Come on, that's...
that's not possible.

I swear it to you on my life.

Txato bought that bracelet
for her at the fair

when she was a little girl.

- I remember.
- Okay.

Well, who cares?

She probably found it
in a drawer

and just put it on.

You're such a fool.

She didn't find it.

A doctor gave it to her.

You're driving me crazy.

Shh. Keep your voice down.

Let's see here.

Txato bought it for her,

and now some doctor gave Arantxa
Arantxa's bracelet?

Look, it just doesn't
make any sense.

Only one doctor
could do something like that.

Who?

Their oldest son, of course.

What I don't know is
why he had the bracelet.

You watch too many soap operas.

Miren: They're after us.

They're onto something.
Don't you realize that?

They're getting into
our lives again.

Why do you think
that woman came back into town

and put a plant outside

and is going to church?

We have to do something.

Yeah.

Sleep.

I'm being serious.

Me, too.

(inhales and exhales deeply)

(thunder rumbling)

(scraping)

Hey. Can I come in?

You take really good
care of it, huh?

The dirt Txato gave you
was meant for this, right?

Why are you here?

- To talk.
- Talk about what?

I have nothing to say.

I was at the cemetery yesterday.

I go there to spend
some time with Txato.

He told me to say hi to you.

Leave me alone.

What happened, happened.

Neither of us can change that.

Yes, but what happened really?

Because I only know
part of the story.

Maybe you could
tell me the rest of it.

I just wanna know

and then I'll leave, Joxian.

I won't bother you.

Joxian, you were
Txato's best friend.

I can still picture the two
of you riding your bikes

on your way to the bar
to play card games and all that.

And I also remember Miren,

she used to say,

"Bittori, looks like our
husbands married each other.

Not even an ax
could break them apart."

- She said that?
- Just ask her, you'll see.

I was always his friend.

But suddenly
you wouldn't come over anymore.

And what does that
have to do with anything?

You didn't even
come to the funeral.

What, you hold that
against me, huh?

I didn't talk to him,
but he was my friend.

You made a mistake.

You should've left town
for a year or two,

or whatever it took.

He'd be alive
and you could come back.

Plus, if you had done that,

we-we could've helped you out.

I don't know about all that,

but you can still
help me, Joxian.

I don't know how.

I can't go back
and change the past.

Well, it's really easy.

Listen, you just have to ask
your son something on my behalf.

We've all suffered
as well, Bittori.

And are still suffering.

Move on with your life

and let us move on with ours.

It's best that we forget.

Yes, but, if you're suffering,
how could you forget?

I don't think
Miren will like this.

Uh, she doesn't
have to find out.

Joxian, you really
don't wanna know

what I wanna ask Joxe Mari?

You see, someone saw him in town

the same afternoon
Txato was killed.

Joxian: That's just gossip.

Come out here.

That wasn't proved in court.

So ask him.

Ask him if he
pulled the trigger.

I need to know.

I don't have much time
left to live.

Tell him that.

I'm not gonna report him.

And if he asks for forgiveness,

I'll forgive him.

Bittori, please,

don't stir up the past.

Hey, not so fast. Slow down.

Hey, I'm not going that fast.

Shit.

Okay.

Man. (grunts)

You're out of shape, Txato.

Out of shape?

Here, have some.

Nah, nah.

They sent me another letter.

I haven't been able
to sleep for days.

And the family?

They don't know anything.

Better.

I paid a few months ago.

I went to France.

Two million.

That's bullshit,
but what can I do?

But now they're asking for
25 million, for fuck's sake.

It's too much. It's outrageous.

These things shouldn't happen
among the Basque.

Do I look like an exploiter?

All I've ever done is work.

Maybe that letter was supposed
to be sent to someone else.

Yeah.

I'm not poor, I know that.

But after my taxes and shit,
I'm not swimming in gold.

How the fuck could I anyway?

I don't know what they were
thinking asking that much.

What really
pisses me off is that

it was probably
an employee who told them,

"Hey, Txato's loaded
in cash. Loaded."

(sighs)

I'm not afraid, you know?

One shot and done,

dead, but in peace.

But the letter talks about Nerea
and where she's studying.

And that's a different...

I need to talk to them, Joxian.

Maybe they can lower the amount

or at least let me pay
in installments

or something, you know.

Or maybe your son
could put me in touch

with one of the bosses
or someone.

What does my son
have to do with this?

I need someone
to put me in touch with ETA.

Joxe Mari is not in ETA.
He couldn't be.

He may be a jerk
and a bum, but...

but he's not in ETA.

Come on, let's go.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

Yo.

Jokin: What's up?

And Koldo?

Where the fuck is he?

I don't know.

But he better show up.

It was his turn
to cook tonight,
so... (scoffs)

Reporter (on TV):
...to make sure
it's back up and running...

We are aware that many people
across Spain are missing...

(reporter continues
talking indistinctly)

(thudding in distance)

(thudding continues)

Reporter (on TV):
...we're looking at it
from all angles.

And that's not the only...

We're making sure
we know of all...

What's wrong?

Reporter:
And we're approaching this

very carefully as a crew.

However, the government...

Joxe: Fuck! Fuck!

They got Koldo.

Let's go! Let's go!

Open it up.

- (loud thud)
- Go, go, go, go!

(grunts)

Fuck.

(thud)

(dog barking in distance)

(panting)

(thud)

(man yelling indistinctly)

- Come on.
- Jokin: Shit.

(panting)

(grunts)

(thud)

Hey, hey. This way, come on.

- This way.
- Let's go.

Careful.

Okay, come on. Come on.

Officer 1 (over radio):
Suspects have not been found.

I repeat, suspects
have not been found.

Officer 2:
They're not in there.
Search the area. Let's go.

Josune: ...yeah, I agree.

Hi, Josune.

I knew him. I was saying that
I don't think it's a good idea.

Don't turn around.
Keep going. Keep going.

Wait for me inside the church.

I won't be long.

If anyone walks in,
even if we know them,
we must part ways.

I think I'm being followed.

By who?

Who could it be, the pigs?

Not sure, but... Who knows,

maybe they wanna use me
to snag a few more.

Joxe Mari is looking for you.

For me?

They're waiting in
the abandoned building,

on Soroande Road.

First you gotta talk
to Patxi from Arrano.

He'll explain.

I'll go out first and then you.

Wait ten minutes
before you follow.

Hold on a sec.

Is it dangerous?

People who run away
try to talk to their families

and they know that,
so be careful, okay?

Ask your brother if he has
something he wants to say to me.

Jokin: Yeah, I have a say.

I'm not doing it!

(Jokin and Joxe arguing)

- Joxe: That's how
we have to do it.
- Jokin: Fuck!

So you want the same thing
to happen to us?

- Is that what you want?
- Joxe: What same thing?

Jokin: What happened to Koldo.

You want that
to happen, huh? Tell me.

Listen, what happened to Koldo
has nothing to do with this.

Shh! Hey, I could hear you
yelling from outside.

Your brother, fuckin' stubborn.

Gorka, Gorka.

You gotta go home and get me
some shoes to wear.

I can't go barefoot to France,

it'll attract
too much attention.

What size do you wear?

-Come on!
You only have to go home.
-Come on! It's not a big deal.

Jokin: Thanks, man.

Gorka: Patxi said
you should be careful.

You can buy yourselves
some food with that money.

Don't even think about
telling our parents, huh?

I'll write them whenever I can.

Gorka!

You're fuckin' amazing.

You've always been, goddamn it.

Oh, Joxe Mari.

Josune wants to know

if you have
something to say to her.

Tell her to move on.

Prison guard: Joxe Mari,

there's someone here to see you.

Hey, Mom.

Everything okay at home?

I wasn't expecting you.

Aren't you happy to see me?

Of course, I am, Mom.

But I know it's a hassle.

You were here the other day,
and this place is a long way.

Well...

What's wrong, Mom?

I haven't slept in days.

Is it Dad?

Arantxa?

Is she back?

Tell her to fuck off, Mom.

She's not gonna give up.

Isn't there anyone in town
that could scare her away?

The town's not
what it used to be.

That crazy woman
wants to know...

(theme music playing)

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