All language subtitles for Patria s01e01 Octubre benigno.eng

(thunder rumbling)

Man (on radio):
On the Premier League,

Real Madrid 7, Castellon 0,

Oviedo 0, Mallorca 2,

Osasuna 0, Barcelona 3,

Valladolid 1, Rayo Vallecano 0,

Zaragoza 2, Real Sociedad 1,

Atletico Bilbao 1, Tenerife 1,

Sevilla 2, Celta 1,

Malaga-Logrones was postponed...

(thunder rumbling)

Atletico Madrid 1, Valencia 2,

Sporting 0.

Now, Second Division games,

Atletico Madrileno 0, Jerez 0,

Levante 1, Palamos 0,

Murcia 1, Sestao 0,

Deportivo 2, Betis 0,

Las Palmas 3, Bilbao Athletic 1,

Racing 1, Eibar 0,

Sabadell 0, Salamanca 0,

Espanol 2, Elche 0,

Figueres 3, Castilla 1,

Real Sociedad 1, Recreativo 0.

And now, the Quiniela results.

Real Madrid-Castellon 1,

Real Oviedo-Real Mallorca 2,

Atletico Osasuna-Barcelona 2,

Real Valladolid-
Rayo Vallecano...

Bittori: What time is it?

It's almost four o'clock.

What happened,
did you oversleep?

Oh, shit.

Bittori: Want me to make coffee?

No, no, no, this'll do.
I'm good.

(sighs)

(thunder rumbling)

See you tonight.

Bittori: Mm-mm.

(door opens, closes)

(rumbling continues)

(gunshots)

(heavy breathing)

(Bittori gasps)

(gasping)

(door opens)

(footsteps receding)

(theme music playing)

Our daughter's
in London already.

At least I think so.
Did she call you?

She didn't call me either.

And since there's nothing
about an airplane crash on TV,

I'm sure they're
in a hotel in London

doing it like crazy to try
to save their marriage.

Oh, jeez, that's disgusting.

There's a thousand graves here,

why'd they take a dump on yours?

Anyway... Hmm...

Maybe it's for good luck.

(bells tolling)

The rain's gonna
take care of the rest.

There's something
I haven't told you.

ETA's decided
to stop the killing.

Well, at least they said so.

I'm not sure
if it's really true or...

or if it's a trick so they
buy some time and rearm.

Hmm. Well, for you,

it doesn't matter
if they kill or not.

But I really have
this urge to know.

I've always had it.
And they won't stop me now.

Our children won't either.

I'm not gonna tell them.

You're the only one that knows.

I'm going back to town.

I've made up my mind.

I don't wanna be buried
until I find out

who pulled that trigger.

I just really, really need
to be able to sit down

one day and say,

"There we go, it's over."

What do you mean, "What?"

I don't know, Txato.

But if there's an answer,

I'm only gonna find it
in our hometown.

That's why I'm going back there
this afternoon.

(man speaking indistinctly)

Hmm.

Anyway...

(groans)

(pigeons cooing)

Now you know.

Okay, Txato.

I'll see you.

Shoo! Shoo!

- (waves crashing)
- (seagulls cawing)

Bittori.

- Did you hear?
- Uh, huh?

They said they're stopping.

- They're not killing anymore.
- Yes, yes.

That's great news, right?

Hmm.

We'll find they have some peace.

I guess. We'll see.

I'm really glad.

Especially for those of you

who've had such a hard time.

Well, I promised my son
salmon for dinner tonight.

He loves salmon.

- You're going up?
- Uh, no.

I'm just waiting for someone.

Oh, sure. Well, okay, then.

See you. Agur.

(telephone ringing)

(door closes)

(ringing continues)

Ugh!

Hey, son, what's up?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
I've heard about it.

(cat meows)

Yeah.

No, I haven't turned on my TV.

Well, because I don't want to.

Yeah.

Definitely.

Um, son, I'm gonna
have to hang up.

I just got home and I haven't
even taken my coat off.

Okay. Great.

Agur, son. Agur.

(beeps)

(sighs)

(meows)

(purring)

...800 victims,
43 years of violence.

43 years of terrorism
that have come to an end,

according to this
public statement

made by ETA.

This is historical.

ETA member:
It is time to look towards the future with hope.

It is also time to act
with responsibility...

Don't you think his mother
would recognize his voice?

ETA member: ETA has decided to

permanently end
all armed activity.

Reporter (on TV):
ETA has been tragically affecting

the lives of people
in Spain for 52 years.

They've killed 864 people.

It's been 43 years since
the first victim was killed

and only one year
since the last one.

But their biggest attack
in terms of victims

was 24 years ago.

21 people died
and 45 were injured.

There are currently
709 members of ETA held in prison.

(turns TV off)

(purrs, meows)

Come on, let's go.

(groans)

(meows)

?

(door opens, closes)

(sighs)

(softly) Look.

- Look, Pili.
- What?

The woman with the black coat.

Don't tell me
you don't know who that is.

Pili: I don't.

Woman: You don't remember?

No.

Txato's wife.

- The guy who got killed?
- Hmm.

Pili: She looks so old.

Woman: Time goes by, you know.

Pili: Poor woman.

Woman: Well...

Pili: She's suffered a lot.

Woman: We've all suffered.

The Basque conflict, Pili.

Pili: Yeah.

?

(people whispering)

- (voices screaming)
- (gunshots echoing)

(screaming continues)

?

(rattling)

(thunder rumbling)

I'm finally home.

(dog barking)

One of them will walk by soon.

You'll see.

(indistinct chatter)

See, what did I tell you?

He still goes to the garden.

(dog barking)

Now he'll go home
and tell his wife.

I'll bet you anything
you want on it.

Until she shows up
I'm gonna make some dinner.

And what are you having?

Ham and eggs, I know you.

As if you were living.

Reporter (on TV):
...apparently there are a lot of people

who are still skeptical
after hearing the statement

because the gang
didn't talk about dissolving,

and they demanded
to talk directly

with Spain and France.

The current President Zapatero
has refused to act

stating that the next government

should be the ones
to manage the end...

Miren:
You heard about it, right?

They're stopping again.

We'll see how long it lasts.

Reporter:
...the members of the ETA.

Reporter 2 (on TV):
The authenticity...

I wonder what excuses
they'll come up with

so they don't release Joxe Mari.

Reporter 2:
Although the statement is still fresh,

we're all asking
the same question, "Now what?"

Reporter 3 (on TV):
At this moment, ETA's leadership...

So, you like it?

Reporter 3:
...but no concrete leads

have been found
regarding their identities...

Well, it's not cheap,
so don't complain.

Reporter 3: ...towards
the future with hope.

It is also time to act
with responsibility

and with courage.

Therefore ETA has decided

to permanently end
all armed activity...

Miren:
Yeah, and the prisoners can rot in jail.

Those cowards.

You have to finish
what you start.

Reporter 3: ...bring justice
to the Basque people.

Do you recognize the voice

of the one
reading the statement?

Reporter 3: Mixed feelings
among ETA victims.

Some are concerned
about the concessions...

Computerized voice:
It needs salt.

Come on, I thought
you were going to answer me.

- (pounds table)
- (sighs)

I'll get you more salt.

Reporter (on TV):
...is becoming a hindrance

to the Spanish government...

I'm home.

So you've been
drinking again, huh?

One bottle for the four of us
during the game.

Here.

All this drinking...

Your face is turning as red
as your dead father's was.

How are you, honey, all good?

Hmm?

Man (on TV): That's not
the path to democracy.

Woman (on TV):
History is written from memories.

Get out, get out.
You smell like wine.

So lovely.

Miren: There's the fish.

You can warm it up if it's cold.

Democracy has made it this far

and democracy
will manage to keep going

after this new phase
starts today.

That is a job for
the next government

and the next parliament.

Honey, just
eat it already, come on.

Careful. Please don't drop her.

Joxian: Ugh.
You say that every night.

You think I'd let
my daughter fall?

Miren: No doubt.

Nonsense.

Let's see, come here.

You can go now.
I'll undress her.

See you tomorrow, sweetheart.

(chuckles)

By the way...

I saw light in their house

on the way back
from the Pagoeta.

Maybe someone was cleaning it.

Joxian: Cleaning at night?

I don't care about those people.

Joxian:
Okay, I'm just telling you what I saw.

Maybe they're
coming back to town.

Maybe.

Now that ETA stopped
they'll get cocky.

You'll see.

(cutlery clacking)

(indistinct chatter on TV)

Nerea:
I mean, so we don't wear the same thing.

Yeah, it's just that
I'm assuming...

Dinner's ready.

You're still on the phone?

- Nerea: Shh!
- Bittori: Come on, hang up.

I'll be there in a second.

Bittori:
Xabier, help me set the table.

Nerea:
Yeah, but I'm just assuming that...

Ahh! Xabier!

(door closes)

Okay, so, then, yeah, great.

I'll wear the black one.

Come on, Dad,
the game just started.

Come sit down, time for dinner.

Hi, honey.

Okay, well, I'm gonna
have to hang up.

Be right there.

We're gonna have
dinner right now.

Nerea:
So, what time was it again, 10:00 p.m.?

Bittori:
Are you hanging up or not?

Nerea: Mom, give me a break.

This is really important.

Really, I don't have
any privacy here.

- (indistinct chatter on TV)
- I gotta go.

Okay, buh-bye.
Don't be late, okay?

Agur.

What's for dinner?

Txato:
"Since you haven't sent ETA the payment

"of two million
we had agreed upon,

"and since all the deadlines

"have been expired
for some time,

"we are notifying you
that starting now,

"you, your family,
and all your assets

"are ETA's strategic targets,

"and we will decide
when and how to act

"against an enemy
of the fight for the freedom

-of the Basque Country
like yourself." -This is delicious.

Txato:
"The only way to reverse this situation is, of course,

"to send us the requested amount

- as soon as possible."
- Pass me the salt.

You're not eating.

Nah.

I'm not really that hungry.

You should've told me.
I've been cooking all afternoon.

- What's wrong?
- (slams table) Ohh!

- Hey.
- Oh, shit.

Don't yell like that.

Corner kick. Corner kick.

(laughs) A bunch of losers,
I'm telling you.

Watch, Aldridge is gonna score.

- I'd forgotten for a sec.
- Aldridge.

I swear I'll turn the TV off.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

Is that all that's left?

(telephone ringing)

- Txato: Maria.
- Yes?

I'm going to the bank.

Maria: Right now?

(speaking French)

(officer speaking French)

Man: It's a...
It's a bag. A backpack.

(officer speaking French)

- Good afternoon.
- (speaking French)

(speaking French)

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking French)

?

- (knock on window)
- (gasps)

(speaking French)

(dogs barking)

(heavy breathing)

(indistinct chatter on TV)

(man speaking French)

(speaking French)

I have an appointment
with Mr. Oxia.

Oxia.

(indistinct chatter)

I'm Jesus Mari Lertxundi.

Yeah.

(unzipping bag)

It's all here.

Bittori:
And you just kept me in the dark.

You didn't tell me half
of what was happening to you.

When they bury me next to you,

you're gonna have to
tell me everything.

See? I won the bet.

I have to admit,
she's well preserved.

(water running)

- Shit.
- Where are you going?

I have to tighten some screws
on the bike before I leave.

You? What are you doing
up at this hour?

I couldn't sleep.

Because of the lights?

(sighs)

Our son made our lives
get so much harder.

Don't let anyone else in town
hear you say that.

I'm just talking to you.

Who else am I gonna talk to?

You're such a radical now, huh?

Always at the front of the line,

yelling the loudest,

a fucking revolutionary.

I don't know
why I bother talking to you.

(sighs)

Bittori: I like the style,
you look really pretty.

Oh, no, he cut it way too much.

- Hmm.
- And used way too much hairspray.

I couldn't breathe.
I'll never go back there.

Well, listen, you'll see
Joxian's gonna love it.

That guy? Come on.

I could even paint
my hair green,

he wouldn't notice.

But, listen,
the shoemaker, would though.

I was gonna buy some
brown shoes the other day,

- so I went into the shop...
- Mm-hmm.

He watches me go in and says,

"Hey there,
my gorgeous Miren..."

Whoa.

"You're looking
hotter every day."

- Oh, my!
- (laughter)

And I looked at him,
right, told him,

"Look, are you crazy or stupid?

Come on, you're married,
remember?"

Well said. And?

And he goes,
"Wouldn't I love to forget?"

Oh, my! (laughs)

He's too much. Too much.

What do our men say?
Probably worse things.

Yeah, definitely, I'm sure.

Well, Joxian's not that type.

I don't think so.

He loves his vegetable garden.

If I was living as a nun

I wouldn't even
know the difference.

Well, mine's getting worse.

The older he gets, the more
he wants to fool around.

That's gross.

(laughter)

And what do you do?

Oh, I just wait for him
to fall asleep, right?

If not he'll go for it.

Is the check paid?

Yeah, it's paid.

- Great.
- Okay, let's go.

Oh, my God,
what a character, Txato.

(laughter)

Hey, let me show you
some shoes, okay?

- Let's go that way.
- Okay.

Wait, isn't the store
already closed, though?

Yes, but they're on display.

You'll see, they're amazing.

The brown ones I told you about.

- The one's that are like...
- (indistinct yelling)

Where did you see them?

Man (screaming): Independence!

On the other hand,
we better catch the bus

before they close the street.

Man: Good evening.

Miren: Two, please.

Man: Here you go.

- Look, you see them?
- Yeah.

Oh, my goodness. I hope
we get out of here soon.

Bittori:
Had we known about this...

That thing's in flames.

- (bus thuds)
- Oh, God.

What's wrong?

- Oh, my goodness.
- What's happening there?

Are they crazy or what?

- (horn honking)
- (yelling)

Look. Look at what
they're doing to that car.

What are they doing?

(horn honks)

- Oh, my God!
- (gasps)

(bus horn honking)

- They're crazy.
- They threw him on the ground.

- (pounding)
- Man: Hey!

Open the fuck up!

- (gasps)
- Open up!

For fuck's sake open up!

- Come on!
- (both gasp)

Get out!

Open the fucking door!

Hey! Come on, over here!

Come on, give it to me.

Open the fucking door!

Here.

Open up for fuck's sake!

Open the door.

Bittori: Please open the door.

Open it. We wanna
get out. Please!

Fucking, come on!

Open the fucking door!

Come on, get up.
Everyone get out.

Come on out! Get out!

Let's go. Let's go.

- Bittori. Hurry.
- Man: Let's go! Hurry up!

- Bittori. Come on.
- Hold on.

Run!

Run, run, run!

Bittori, it's him.

- Bittori: Who is it?
- Miren: Joxe Mari.

- It's my son.
- Bittori: What are you saying?

- Come on!
- That's my son.

Come on. It's not him.

Oh, my God, what's he doing?

Fascists pigs!

Go fuck yourselves!

Man:
Hail to free the Basque Country!

Joxe Mari.

Hail ETA!

(indistinct yelling)

(yelling)

Hail ETA!

(clamoring)

- (groans)
- (gunshots)

Joxe Mari!

(yelling)

(groaning, screaming)

- (gunshot)
- (gasping)

- (screaming)
- (explosion)

- Where is he?
- Let's go.

Where is he?

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Let's go!

Run!

(siren wailing)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Joxe Mari: Hey, Mom.

Where have you been?

Around.

(scoffs)

Yeah.

What?

I'm gonna tell you
where you've been.

At Donosti.

Burning down a bus
with those two.

I saw you.

Bittori and I saw you.

Ugh. Why would you care?

What would I care?

You better not bring us
any trouble here,

do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Trouble, my fuckin' ass.

Leave me alone.

At least I'm doing something

for the Basque Country,
for fuck's sakes!

Miren: Stop yelling.

The whole town
is going to hear you.

Joxe Mari: Well, they should.

You're trying to be worse
than the fuckin' cops, huh?

Huh? Huh?

What do you want?
You want me to stay home?

Then who's gonna
fight for our country, you?

Huh? Tell me.

Dad? Who the fuck'll do it,
goddamn it?

(grunts) For fuck's sake!

I'm fuckin' sick of this shit.

?

- Joxian: So?
- Txato: I got nothing.

Joxian: Fuck, Txato,
you really don't have anything?

Txato: Nothing, nothing.

- Four.
- Man: Three.

- Three.
- Three.

- Dad.
- Txato: Hey, Gorka.

Jeez, you're gonna
stop growing or what?

- Dad something hap...
- Your youngest outgrew you already, huh?

- Dad.
- You want a drink?

Huh? No, thanks,
I'm good, Txato.

Mom called for you.

Now? It's still early.

It's about Joxe Mari.
They're yelling.

(panting)

Come on, just go.

- Ugh!
- Joxian: I mean...

it's not like we were gonna win
with these cards anyway.

What did you do to your mother?

You too? Leave me alone.

What kinda trouble
are you getting into?

Nothing. I have to go.

Not until you answer me.

You get out of my way right now.

Answer me!

- Move!
- (grunts)

- Are you okay?
- Leave me alone.

That's what
I'm talking about, Joxe Mari.

- Yeah. (laughs)
- Whoo!

- Man 1: Aupa, Joxe Mari!
- Joxe Mari: Aupa.

- Man 2: What's up?
- Hey, man, good luck.

- Yeah.
- Yeah! (laughs)

- Man 3: What's up, squad?
- Hey, man.

That's right!

Let's go celebrate, huh?

Josune.

What, I can't kiss you now?

Your sister's here,
right by the Arrano,

with a guy that I assume
is her boyfriend.

So you came here
to gossip, is that it?

He's not from around here.

Josune, my sister's old enough.

She can choose
who she wants to date.

It's none of my business.

You coming?

No, they expect me at home.

Man: Let's go to the bar
over there, come on.

- Joxe Mari: Aupa, Arantxa.
- Hey, there.

Aupa, Joxe Mari.

Nerea.

(rock music playing
over speakers)

Hey, what's up, Joxe Mari?

- Good.
- (indistinct conversation)

I'm telling you it'll happen.

- I'm sure.
- Whatever it takes.

Patxi, set him up.

Man: I don't know, man.

I think it's more complicated...

Joxe Mari, how are you?

- What's up?
- No, man, that's fuckin' bullshit.

Greater empires
have fallen, you know. Just look at Napoleon.

- Joxe Mari.
- Aupa.

...a soldier today,

tomorrow you kill another,

soon enough
you finish up the whole army.

Listen to me, man.

Hey, what do you think?

I don't really like politics.

I only fight to free
the Basque Country

for everyone who's fallen
to free our people.

Now, for the rest of the world,
they can kiss my sweet ass.

Jokin said it already,
"We go from A to B."

When we get to B,
you guys leave me alone.

I'll build a house
in the mountains,

with some crops
and some chickens.

Fuck everything else.

You guys don't realize
you complicate every thing.

Jesus.

For fuck's sake, Joxe Mari.

I'd really like to meet them.

Not yet.

Why not?

Trust me on this one.

I'll meet your parents first

and you'll meet
my parents later.

Why is the order important, hmm?

What's wrong? You think
they won't like me, hmm?

I shave and shower
every single day.

(laughs) So silly.

Mm.

- Come on, stay a little longer.
- No, I can't.

It's not even that late.

Yes, it is,
and I really have to go.

(chuckles)

- You're so beautiful.
- (chuckles)

But just for the record,
I still don't understand.

When you walk into
my brother's bedroom

and see the stuff on his walls,
you'll get it.

I have to go.

I'll call you tomorrow?

Please do.

Hello?

(sniffles)

Mom, are you okay?

Mm-mmm.

(door closes)

Dad?

Aran, Aran. Come here.

What happened?

Mom saw Joxe Mari at a riot
burning a bus

and they argued.

So that's why they're upset.

Joxe Mari hit Dad.

Holy shit.

Yeah.

Gorka.

Promise me you won't
get into any trouble.

Promise me.

What are you gonna do?

The same thing you should do.

Leave this place.

(chiming)

Miren: Coming.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

(door opens)

Morning, Celeste.

Celeste:
Good morning, Mrs. Miren.

You didn't have to wake up
so early on a Sunday.

No, not a problem
for me, really.

Is the princess awake yet?

Yeah, I think she is.

Good morning, Arantxa,
my princess.

All right.

I'm here now.

So, let's go get in the shower.

Miren: Careful, huh?

Celeste: Yeah, don't worry.

Miren: Let's see.

- Celeste: Come here, my love.
- Miren: Come on.

- Celeste: All right.
- Miren: Careful. Don't drop her.

- Celeste: No, I won't.
- Miren: Come on.

- Okay.
- Let's do this.

Okay, you have
a good grip on her?

- Celeste: Hmm, yeah. I do.
- Miren: Watch out.

- I do. I do.
- Don't drop her.

No, no, I'm not gonna drop her.

Are you sure
you're holding her tight?

- Yes.
- Come on, then.

- Here, honey.
- There we go.

Nice.

There we go.

I'll give you a bath
when you're done, huh?

Hmm.

Okay. What is it now?

"I wanna always be bathed by...

Celeste."

Why?

Me, a brute?

All right, enjoy your bath then.

(chuckles)

(indistinct conversations)

(chatter stops)

Do you have decaf espresso?

Yep.

I'll have a cortado.

?

Barista: One tenth.

(bells tolling)

Come on!

It started already.

Yeah, yeah,
you're an atheist, yeah.

Okay.

Don't pray if you don't want to,

but you're not
staying out here alone.

And I'm not missing mass
because of your stubbornness.

Father Serapio:
Lord Jesus Christ,

You who said to the apostles,

"Peace I leave with you,

my peace I give you,"

consider not our sins,

but the faith of your church

and according to Your word,

grant us peace and unity,

You who live and reign
forever and ever.

Amen.

Miren: You never grant me
anything I ask for.

But letting that crazy woman
come back to town now...

that's how you reward me.

You don't bring me my son, no.

And the youngest
doesn't visit us,

he doesn't call us,
he doesn't...

Get that woman out of here.

That's all I'm asking.

Father Serapio:

The body of Christ.

- The body of Christ.
- Amen.

What did you want me to do?
He came over.

You're gonna wait
a little bit, okay?

Just for five minutes.
You'll be fine here.

Father, may I come in?

Sure, Miren. How may I help you?

I'm sure you've heard by now,

she came back.

Yes, I know.

And what do you think?

Because I'm a nervous wreck
right now.

I think she's here to hurt us.

To make trouble somehow.
Don't you think?

Just what we needed.

They're coming at us
on all fronts.

I want you to talk to her,

to find out why
she's here every day.

Yes, all right.

You don't have to worry, Miren.

I'll handle it.

I promise.

If Father Serapio listens
to us as much as...

Saint Ignacio,
we're in big trouble.

Hmm...

What's up? What's wrong now?

Why didn't you swallow it?

Swallow it!

Don't you dare spit
that wafer out.

- Unh...
- Shh.

(groans)

Well, what a punishment. God!

(sighs)

- (door opens)
- (indistinct chatter on TV)

(door closes)

(keys jangle)

Mom.

And where did you
get those flowers from?

From the store.

Where else would I get 'em?

- From the sky, huh?
- (scoffs)

You want 'em or not?

(indistinct chatter on radio)

(heavy metal music
playing on stereo)

Those aren't dry yet.

Doesn't matter.
I'll dry 'em at the apartment.

What apartment?

I'm sharing an apartment

with some friends
over on Goizueta Road.

Joxe Mari.

Take care.

?

(keys jangling)

Joxe Mari,
it's your shower time.

(doorbell dinging)

(footsteps)

Father Serapio:
Hello, Bittori. It's been a while.

Is this a good time?

Yeah, yeah.

I was just making some lunch.

I've been meaning to come by.

How are you?

So you've been
living here lately?

Of course, this is my home.

What do you want?

It's nothing.
I just wanted to talk.

Oh.

Come in.

Have a seat.

What's up?

Bittori, I'm not sure
you noticed

but your presence
back here in town

is causing a lot of uneasiness.

"Uneasy" isn't the right word.

Maybe "fear"?

Apologies, I said that wrong.

Let's just say people have been

seeing you around every day.

And they think it's odd.
They ask questions.

And how do you know that?

What, they tell you
that at your church?

News travels fast in this town.

Since you showed up
that's all people talk about.

Obviously you're welcome here.

But sometimes things are
more complicated than they seem.

And though you,
of course, have the right

to return to your own home,

that doesn't exclude the fact
that they have their rights.

What rights?

They have the right to
be able to rebuild their lives

and to have the chance
of finding some peace.

Yeah.

The armed fight
has hurt our people deeply,

sadly people have died.

Your husband,
may he rest in peace,

and those two policemen
from the industrial area.

And I'm not looking
for palliatives

to those terrible tragedies,

but we can never lose sight
of the suffering

other people are going through.

They're being repressed,

in more direct terms
they're being tortured.

Right now, nine of our sons
are in jail with long sentences.

What are you trying to say?

That their peace is in danger
because of me?

Absolutely not.

I know you've suffered, Bittori.

(thunder rumbles)

The last thing I wanna do
is question your feelings

or accuse you of anything.

I've always remembered you
and your children in my prayers.

But in the same way
that the Lord takes care

of the souls of the dead,

my duty is to
take care of the living.

Can you understand that I
can't just show up at the houses

of destroyed families and say,

"No, I'm sorry,
your son's a member of ETA.

Go to hell."

What would you do
if you were in my shoes?

I'd be straightforward
if I were you.

Wh-what do you want from me?

- That you leave.
- (thunder rumbling)

You want me to leave my home?

Just for a while.

Until things settle down
and we finally have peace.

God is merciful.

What you suffered here,

the Lord will compensate
in Heaven.

Bittori, don't allow resentment
to take over your soul.

Now you listen to me.

Tell whomever
doesn't want me here

that they can put
three bullets in me

like they did with Txato,

because I'm gonna stay here

for as long as I want.

Listen, I have nothing to lose.

I lost my life many years ago.

(sighs)

And enough with
all this yakking because...

it's past my lunchtime.

Tell whomever
it is that sent you

that I won't stop until I know

every detail about
my husband's murder.

Here.

(thunder rumbling)

?

(rumbling continues)

What time is it?

Txato: It's almost four o'clock.

What happened,
did your oversleep?

Txato: Oh, shit.

Want me to make coffee?

Txato: No, no, no,
this'll do. I'm good.

See you tonight.

Mm-hmm.

(door opens, closes)

(thunder rumbling)

(gunshots)

(Bittori gasps)

(heavy breathing)

Oh... Oh, my God.

(gasping)

Please.

(gasping)

Please.

Oh...

(sobbing)

(wailing) Txato!

(indistinct mumbling)

Someone help me!

Help me!

Txato...

Anyone, please! Help me, please!

(screaming)

(crying)

(plastic rustling)

?

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

Nerea (crying):
They murdered my father. ETA murdered him.

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

Don't leave me alone!

Fuck me.

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

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

and grief is eating
the two of you up.

Miren: They're after us.

They're getting into
our lives again.

Why do you think that woman
came back into town?

Joxian: Move on with your life

and let us move on with ours.

It's best that we forget.

Bittori:
Yes, but, if you're suffering,

how could you forget?

Txato: I haven't been
able to sleep for days.

I need someone
to put me in touch with ETA.

Joxian: Joxe Mari is not in ETA.

He couldn't be.

Miren: That crazy woman
wants to know...

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