All language subtitles for Patria 1 x 07

You get more letters lately
than the football players.

Hi Joxe Mari.

Here's a picture of me and Bittori.

She's very sick,
but refuses to get treatment.

What for, if she's lost all joy?

She says she's holding on
in hope that you'll come around,

it's her only wish.

So, I'm begging you,

don't disappoint me and apologize.

It would hurt me if you didn't.

It's 8 a.m.,
7 a.m. in the Canary Islands.

As we've been saying, Civil Guard
dismantled earlier tonight

ETA's Oria command
at an operation in San Sebastian.

Three alleged terrorists
have been arrested.

Including Joxe Maria
Garmendia Uzkudun, 25,

and Carlos Vázquez Teixeiro, 30,

plus a third member
not yet identified.

The accused were taken
to the Intxaurrondo station

in the Gipuzkoa capital
for questioning

according to anti-terrorist sources.

The command, which had been
followed for weeks,

according to Civil Guard,

is responsible
for at least three killings.

According to Home Affairs Office,
this is a new hit on ETA

after the dismantling
of the Donosti command last summer

at the Morlans' neighborhood,
where three terrorists

died during a shooting
with the Civil Guard.

That out too.

We don't want faggots here.

We'll treat you well here.

But you have to earn it,
it's not for free.

Close it.

Hold it.

Who is part of the Oria command?

Who is part of the Oria command?

Give me a name!

Answer!

I want to hear you.

Txopo!

Txopo!

Those friends of yours,

are blaming you
for getting all of you caught.

"Coward", "traitor", "useless"...

They called you all sorts of things.

They "sang" like bastards,

especially the girl that's screaming.

Look, what's your name?

Joxe Mari Garmendia.

And your friends?

-Your age?
-Where's the safe house?

-Are you in charge?
-You're a fucking murderer.

-You want to go to France?
-Are you collaborating?

Are you going to collaborate?
We're going to kill you.

What's your boss' name?
Is he in France? Answer!

Listen to me, son of a bitch!

Listen to me closely.

We're watching your family.

Are you listening?

What's wrong, cat got your tongue?

Son of a bitch!

Cat got your tongue, motherfucker?

Terrorist piece of shit!

Okay, okay...

Calm down. Will you answer now?

You call yourselves command Oria?

Let's shoot him
and throw him in the sea.

Shut the fuck up.

Pick him up.

See, Garmendia?
My partners are eager to continue,

but, if you answer my questions,
you'll be okay.

I need facts, names...

Do you understand?

-Hey, shit. Hi, Gorka.
-Hi.

Goddamn it, I'm so sorry.
We're here for you, okay?

If you need anything, let me know.
And your parents too.

Bye. Cheer up, Gorka!

Gorka.

-Did you come to be with your parents?
-Yes.

Very good. Good son.

Your mother is fine,
I'm worried for your dad.

I know.

Poor Joxian,
may God have mercy on him.

I don't know how he'll get over it.

Your mother says he's at
the allotment all day, he doesn't eat.

I pray a lot for you all
and for Joxe Mari.

I pray to God they treat him humanely.

Don't be discouraged, be strong.

Your parents need you.

How are things in Bilbao?

Okay, okay.

-Bye, Gorka.
-Goodbye.

I know Joxe Mari's strong too.

Hi.

Hey, you came.

Yes.

I'm not going back home
until this is empty.

What do we know about Joxe Mari?

Your brother's a murderer, that's
what we know. Isn't it enough?

Your mother's right...

I was a soft father.

Goddamn it!

I could've fixed this with a few blows
back in the day. Right?

This country fixes too many things
that way. So, what? No news?

We won't be able to see him
until they're done beating him up.

Are you in ETA?

No, dad. I work in radio,
I don't hurt anyone.

Don't follow in his steps,
look how it turned out for him.

The years he's gonna get locked up for.

He's got blood on his hands.

-Did you hear what they said?
-Yes.

I don't think
I'll ever see him free again.

It's going to be
20 or 30 years at least.

No way.

I'll be in the ground by then.

Dad, I want to tell you something.
It's something personal.

I've been told Joxe Mari had been
in town when Txato was killed.

I can't...

get that out of my head.

That's what they're saying.
Who knows. Listen...

What a coincidence, huh?

What was he doing in town
the day the killing took place?

If he did it...

I won't forgive him.

Dad, I'm living with a man in Bilbao.
His name is Ramon.

I call him Ramuntxo.

You can bet

the first time I see him,
I'm going to ask him to his face.

It won't do him any good to lie,
I'll read the truth in his eyes.

Get yourself a glass.

On Radio Ser, "Hour 25".

The Home Affairs Minister confirmed

that the terrorists arrested
in San Sebastian

had been active for a while

and thanks to their arrest,
further suffering has been avoided.

The detainees are scheduled
to be transferred to Madrid tonight

for further questioning
before making a statement

before the judge
of the National Court.

The Socialist Democracy meeting
continues at this hour...

Hey, Garmendia, what do you think
of the Spanish flag?

Don't be an asshole and ask something
useful for the investigation.

Let's see...
Garmendia, do you have a girlfriend?

Answer! If you have a girlfriend
and if you fuck her much.

These terrorists are all faggots,
they fuck with each other.

For sure.

What now, Mario?
How did the bet go?

My team lost. So...

Wake up, "soldier".
Don't fall asleep, okay?

He's falling asleep on us.

CIVIL GUARD'S HEADQUARTERS

C'mon.

C'mon, fucker!

How did the trip go?

Have you been to Madrid?
We're here to show you around.

Will you cooperate?

Listen to me, don't fight back.

I'll ask again:
will you or will you not cooperate?

You better answer my question
or you'll suffocate in there.

Do you know "Pakito"?

Did he send you to Spain?
Were you with him in France?

Give me your hand, "soldier".
Open it.

Like this. C'mon.

Close it. Strong grip.

Good job.

Grip it well, get your fingerprints,
you son of a bitch.

All done.

Congrats, terrorist,

you've just become
our partner Manuel's killer.

C'mon, Garmendia,

now the elevator.

Don't you understand?

Go up and down as if
you were getting fucked in the ass.

C'mon.

Shit, c'mon!

Faster.

-This coffee is really shitty.
-I like it.

You do? It tastes like rat poison.

Have you tasted rat poison?
Give me your lighter.

-How's your wife?
-Fine. As always, nagging.

-And the kids?
-Lorena's growing up.

She looked beautiful
when I saw her.

That's the way it is.

Joxe Mari Garmendia.

We'll wait outside, doctor.

Undress. From the waist up.

Doctor...

They tortured me.

And they almost choked me.

-Any broken bones?
-No.

-Any internal bleeding?
-No.

I'm sorry,

I can only report injuries,

not in any way subjective
or from personal statements.

They haven't stopped beating me.

And they won't let me sleep.

You better save that for the judge.
But it won't help you much.

Your blood pressure is good.
Get dressed.

Fit as a fiddle, right, doctor?

C'mon, champ, you're almost done.

Do you declare yourself
a member of ETA?

Do you declare that all the answers
given here have been issued

free of any form of coercion?

That's all.

Okay.

You have to sign here.

In a while you'll be taken to the
courthouse and the judge will rule.

Good morning.

Mom.

You look so thin.

Aren't they feeding you?

I'm not hungry, Mom.

Did they hit you?
I was afraid they would.

I haven't stopped praying
since your arrest.

Because suing is useless,
I've been told.

And then they bring you here.

Why can't you be closer to home
if you're locked up anyway?

Why should the families pay?

Don't you have anything to say?

We're here to cheer him up.

If you're going to be like this,
we're screwed.

Patxi, from "Arrano",
wanted a picture of you.

They're going to hang it up
on City Hall's façade, real big.

Everyone in town sends their love

and you should just ask
if you need anything...

And Juani also sends her love.

She's hanging in there,
with what happened to Jokin and all.

But we keep each other company

and support each other a lot.

We were all at the protest together
when they arrested you. Right?

I ask Saint Ignacio to protect you,
I pray a lot.

"Take care of him for me" I say.

-Thanks, Mom.
-And Father Serapio also prays a lot.

-He said you have his blessing.
-How are my siblings doing?

Arantxa's hanging in there.
Ainhoa not so good,

doesn't sleep well at all.
Look at her, so cute.

They must be happy.

I don't know, because her husband
got fired from the paper factory.

Who knows what happened.
It's nonsense.

Firing young men when there's
old men to fire first.

But you know how your sister is,
you can't say anything.

I don't know how they're getting by.

I see. And Gorka?

Don't see him much, he's in Bilbao.

-At the radio. You know, busy...
-C'mon, wrap it up.

-Already?
-They just got here!

Time's up. Come on.

We'll tell your siblings to come too.

We'll come every month for sure.

Goodbye, love.

I've told my mom
not to buy things for the children.

Your mother is a saint, she bought
groceries for us again yesterday.

-The second time this month.
-I'll tell her not to do it again.

And what are we going to eat?

Guille, the shoe shop salary
isn't enough.

She should keep out of it.
She's in our house all day.

She's helping out all day,
mine could do the same sometime.

-You're too proud.
-Why would you say that,

you stupid bitch?

-Don't insult me.
-Arantxa, leave me alone.

-Guille...
-Guillermo!

Manolo.

-Hi Arantxa. So good to see you.
-How are you?

I've been meaning to call you.

They're hiring at Mamut Supermarket.

Call them, you might get the job.

Thank you so much, Manolo.
I really need it.

You might get lucky, but hurry up.

-I have to go. Goodbye.
-Bye. Thanks.

Let's go home.
We might get lucky.

Let's go.

No, no, I've had enough adventures.

-Fuck you have.
-And why I want a husband now.

A husband with two kids;
a girl and a boy.

-And a proper wedding.
-Your dad taking you to the altar.

The classic stuff.

My dad died.

Yes. He had cancer.

-Sorry. I had no idea.
-It's okay. It was a long time ago.

-Don't worry, it's okay.
-I had no idea...

-It's okay.
-Nerea... Nerea.

-Go. We'll take care of this.
-Great, thanks. Bye.

-Are you hungry?
-A little.

I'd like a fish omelet, some meat,
with some peppers...

Some pintxos
and some wine, and I'm okay.

We can go now if you want.
We can go there.

There?

Isn't that where Gregorio Ordoñez
was killed?

Yes.

So what?

I hated that guy.

Because of guys like him
my brother's in jail. Let's pass.

-You have a brother in jail?
-In Badajoz. And for a long time.

-Why?
-What do you mean why?

Because of the fight, he's in ETA.

I think I'm catching a cold.

Okay, so let's go in one of those.
They have great food in that one.

No, I think I'd rather go.
I'm not feeling well.

-Okay, I'll walk you home.
-No, don't bother. It's close by.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Bye.

-Hello?
Eneko?

Nerea.

Nerea, are you okay?

I didn't have the nerve before, but...

You'll think I'm a coward, but...

I've met someone else. I'm sorry.

No! No!

You have to push.

It would be nice to give you a hug.

Don't worry.

I was dying to see you, Gorka.

Here I am.

-Aren't you happy to see me?
-Of course I'm happy.

But I'd rather see you
somewhere else.

No kidding? Me too.

What? What's wrong?

You came, but deep down
you despise me for what I've done.

-Why do you say that?
-You can't fool me,

I can tell mom and dad
pushed you to come.

I came because I wanted to.

Although I don't approve of
why you're here.

I never have.

You're one of those people
who thinks I deserve it.

You can ask your victims that.

They've beaten me
ever since the arrest,

but it didn't hurt as much
as what you just said.

-My own brother. What the fuck!
-Would you rather I lied?

-Or congratulate you? What for?
-What for?

-For freeing my nation.
-Freeing?

With the blood of others. Nice.

Those who crush us
and won't let us be free.

It's the same for those you killed.

If it weren't for this glass,
I'd explain.

You'd go ahead and shoot me.

You've killed others in the name
of a nation without asking.

Maybe we should stop,
I don't think we're going to agree.

-You started.
-Some fight for the Basque Country,

others worry about having
a comfortable life and a good time.

Some sacrifice,
others take advantage.

I make radio shows in Basque
and write books in Basque.

That's how I contribute without leaving
behind a bunch of widows and orphans.

I've heard you live with a man.
You've...

always been a bit weird,
but I couldn't imagine this much.

Mom thinks you're ashamed of us.

I'm ashamed of having a queer brother

who doesn't mind sweeping the floor
with our name.

I live with the person I love
and who loves me,

but I guess I'm speaking Chinese
to you, right?

What does a person like you
know about love?

Gorka! Gorka!
Gorka!

Endika, stop it already!

-Hello...
-Look at how fast that car goes.

Hi sweety.

Hi baby.

What's that?

I wanted to say I'm sorry.

I know I made it really hard for you
when I didn't have a job and...

I thought I could get you a flower.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

So... guess what I heard today.

Zamarreño is now
a councilman at City Hall.

Zamarreño, the guy who told me
about the job, remember?

Of course I do. Are you thinking
about going into politics?

Me? No, no. Never. No.

Go get some bread.
We're having lunch with my parents

-but there isn't any for supper.
-Sure.

And take Endika,
he's getting on my nerves.

-And I have a lot to iron.
-Very well.

Endika! Champion!

-Let's get some bread!
-I'm coming!

C'mon, let's go.

C'mon, Ainhoa,
let's get you dressed, we're late.

C'mon.

This guy's got some nerve.

We don't park on the sidewalk,
he should get a ticket.

Hello, Manolo, how are you?

-Hi boy. How's it going?
-Very well. How about you?

Good, good.
Forgive us, we have to go.

Very well.

-Bye.
-See you later.

Let's go.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

You're so big, Endika.
Come, I'll give you some candy.

-Yes! Do you have marshmallows?
-You're spoiling him...

Ainhoa... Ainhoa, Ainhoa!

Mom.

A doctor!

A doctor!

Don't look back!

Come on!

What happened? Are you okay?

Are you ok, Guille?

Manolo...

Manolo.

Zamarreño?

Hello?

-Yes, Angelita.
-They killed him!

-We're okay.
-Motherfuckers! They killed him!

Zamarreño.

-I can't speak now. The kids...
-They've killed him!

Fucking cowards!

I'm going to braid your hair.

Endika, bring the brush, please.

The nationalists... Sick people!

They've killed him! Motherfuckers!

Here's a Spanish man for you!

You can kill me when I'm buying
bread, you motherfuckers!

-Cowards!
-Guille!

Like you did with him!

-They're going to hear you!
-Cowards! Let them hear me!

You don't live by yourself, c'mon!

I thought it was your father.
He hasn't come back from the bar yet.

Hey, did the cat bite your tongue?

Give a kiss to grandma then.

Who braided your hair like that?

Leave the things in the room.

Isn't your husband coming?

He wasn't feeling well.

It's so late! Go wash your hands
so we can start.

Okay, if you're done,
help me clear the plates.

Who died?

Guille's friend.

Shit.

-The one who helped him get a job.
-Jesus!

-What are you talking about?
-Nothing.

-What's for dessert?
-Custard.

Who wants some?

-Me.
-Me.

Festina is building a team
to win the three laps.

Its three leaders will be
Zülle, Dufaux and Virenque,

and that'll be a problem on the Tour

because the Frenchman
feels capable of winning it.

They'll have to talk it out and
figure things out...

Why didn't your father
come for lunch?

Some bad men killed a friend of his.

That's why he didn't come?

He's been crying all morning.

What kind of a man cries so much?

What, honey?

Grandma says dad is a crybaby.

Arantxa.

What did you say to the boy?

What did you say about
some "bad men"?

What did we say?

It's a miracle I didn't lose a son
or I'm not a widow this morning.

They both walked by the bomb
half a minute before the explosion.

We don't fight against the innocent.

But wait, you're fighting?

Should I congratulate you
for this morning?

That councilman friend
of your husband was in the PP.

Are you crazy or what?

He was a good person
and a family man.

He was an oppressor.
And you have a brother

rotting in a Spanish prison because
of "good people" like him.

Your son, the one you're so proud of,
has killed people.

That's why he's in jail,
because he's a terrorist.

Again? He's a terrorist.

Not because he spoke Basque,
like you told Endika. You liar!

What do you have to say about my son?
What? What?

He's a "soldier" who's risked his life
for the Basque Country.

Go and tell your son's victims!

Explain it to them, I dare you
to look them in the eyes!

Those, those,

those are your husband's friends.
He can go.

Why don't you ever call Guillermo
by his name?

Does the word burn you?

Sure, I guess,
he's also an oppressor to you.

-He's not very Basque.
-He was born here, like you and me!

"Hernandez Carrizo".

He doesn't know a word in Basque!

-Ainhoa, Endika, we're leaving.
-No, don't leave.

Move, Dad.

I don't know how you've put up
with her all these years.

Arantxa...

Arantxa.

He said just that:
"Your mother is charming".

Me charming?

Yes, snake charming.

I almost asked him if he
wears the suit and tie in bed.

You can get used to him,
because I plan to marry him.

Let's see how you manage
to keep him from being stolen.

-So, you think he's handsome?
-Too handsome.

-And stylish.
-To me he's one more on the list.

-Okay, Mom. Talk to you later.
-Ok, bye.

-Okay, bye.
-Bye, bye.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

You could be a bit more careful.

Don't rub it in my face that
you've been with someone else.

Nerea, we talked about this.
And you accepted.

You didn't give me another option.

You know I hate to lie.

If you can't handle it,
it's best that we break-up.

Some people vent with other things.
I need sex to do it.

Nerea...

this has nothing to do with us.

I love you, damn it.

You're my Nerea, the "only one".

They don't mean anything to me.

And if I did the same?

I've never forbidden you.

I'm going to ask for a drink.

AMNESTY AND FREEDOM

-Are these around again?
-Quique, lower your voice.

Is this procession of murderers
fucking around again?

Is that better?

Even if I say it quietly,
I still think the same thing.

I have a call.

-What number?
-My house: 943...

Okay, okay.

-Hello?
-Hi, mom...

Not in Basque.

-Joxe Mari?
-Yes, Mom, it's me.

The call got cut off.

-How are you?
-I was waiting for your call.

-It took you a while... How are you?
-Okay, okay.

That's good. Hey,

what a beautiful tribute
they paid you the other day.

Bertsolaris and everything.

They sang some beautiful verses.

There was txalaparta music too.

So nice, very moving.
And they all...

said to send you their love,
and that they'll do any banner you want.

It gave me such strength and joy.

-Not like Patxo that hung out with you.
-What happened?

Wasn't he in the Caceres prison?

He's a traitor,
he signed with the others.

Him too?

They pull their pants down
to let them reintegrate.

Juani asked me the other day,
"Is Joxe Mari going to sign?"

And I said: "Joxe Mari signing?
Are you nuts?"

You should've seen my face.
I don't think she'll ask again.

By the way, did you know
her husband Josetxo died?

-No, I didn't know.
-Terrible cancer.

-Couldn't get over his son's luck.
-I know.

How's dad? And Gorka?

Gorka? He's... okay.

He's with his, his...
with his "friend", you know.

I don't ask anymore.
I seem to annoy everyone...

Same as your father.

He secretly visits Arantxa's family.
He thinks I'm dumb and don't know.

-You're not visiting Arantxa?
-She's the one that left,

and slammed the door.

-She knows where to find me.
-Mom, it's the beeps already.

-Mom...
-Goodbye.

Time's up.

Fucking...!

According to Navarra's Delegation
it happened around 12:25

at Santo Domingo square.
Two people are dead.

Two National Policewomen have died
as a result of the car-bomb. A third...

What? Don't turn over.

Those sons of bitches killed
two others for wearing a uniform.

Motherfuckers!

Guille, the kids are sleeping.

So what? I can't speak
in my own house or what?

Or I should shut up because
your brother is one of them?

Leave my brother alone,
you know it hurts.

-I hope he rots in jail.
-Take that back.

Take it back? My ass! You're gonna
defend that fucking murderer now?

A week ago we were at the
anniversary of Zamarreño's death.

What did you go for? To pretend?

Guillermo, please.

I damn the time giving my children
Basque names.

What's this all about now?

And to please that nationalist
grandmother, we don't even talk to now.

But I'll tell you, Arantxa.
My children are Spanish

-and I'm Spanish.
-They'll hear you.

Let them fucking hear me!
Can't one be Spanish in Spain?

You're a motherfucking fascist!
And a drunk!

Yes, go, leave,
pro-independence bitch!

Are you going to have dinner?

Okay.

If you'll have me...

Nonsense. How could I not?
Come in.

Sit down.

What are you laughing about?

Let him, at least...

there's one in the family who laughs.

-Amaia?
-Yes.

Hi, it's Gorka.

How are you? I finally found you.
How are things in California?

Your father had surgery, he's fine,

but I wanted you to know...

Amaia?

-Amaia, the call got cut off.
-It didn't, I hung up.

Don't call me anymore,
I'm not interested in the man.

-Who were you talking to?
-You heard me?

With your daughter. She says hi.

You're a terrible liar,
but thanks for trying.

Your "ex" messed her up,
but she'll come back.

Forget that and watch.

For the President,
who asked to speak after the debate,

it's a historic day.

We're expanding opportunities
for happiness for our neighbors,

for our coworkers, for our friends,

for our family members,

and at the same time
we're building a country...

I might surprise you
and ask you to marry me.

...because a decent society
is one that doesn't humiliate...

You'll have to do more than just ask.

Really? What?

...something unexpected that's
upsetting the opposition's seats.

The leader of the PP
also wants to speak...

Let me warn you that it's hard
to see her in this state.

Stop protecting me, Xabier.

Don't worry, I'm not going
to run away, even if it's Arantxa.

What are you going to say?
Are you going to ask about mom?

I don't know. I just want to see her.

We have a shitty life in common,
I'm sure we won't run out of topics.

Sometimes her caregiver is with her,
other times her mom.

I'm telling you in case
you don't want to run into her.

Arantxa?

Hi.

Relax, don't exert yourself.

Xabier told me everything.

I just wanted to see you.

What shitty luck, huh?

"I'm happy to see you".

Me too. How are you?

Not good? Obviously.

What a stupid question, sorry.

Did Guille leave you?

You have two kids, right?

You must be so proud of them.

"They're what I love the most...

of my life.

They live... with him,

but... I see them a lot.

They're... like me".

Well...

the years start to show on me.

I know you live in town
and you see my mom a lot.

"I'm so... sorry...

about her illness".

Xabier and I try to help her.

Xabier does more,
he's always been mama's boy.

"Bittori's...

greatest... sadness...

is dying...

before my brother...

asks for your... forgiveness."

Yes. She lacks that comfort.

"I'm...

pressuring... Joxe Mari".

-You write to him?
-Hi, lovely.

-Do you have a visitor today?
-Yes. We're friends.

Okay.

I was... I was leaving.

I've loved seeing you.
I'll come back another day.

Yes.

Bye.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Mom!
-Mom!

It's so great to see you!

How are you, honey?

Ainhoa, Endika...