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Hey.

Come on.

"Spots."

When are you getting out of here again?

On Saturday.

You wanna make five euros?

Well, depends on what I have to do.

Drop a letter in the mail.

That'll be ten.

Here's one from your town.

Oh, shit.

He has a trucking company next to the river,

close to my dad's garden.

I didn't know he wasn't paying.

What a bastard.

So we should start with him, right?

We already know him and he's easy to locate.

First we have to see where he goes,

at what time, with who and all that.

Maybe you don't like the idea.

Maybe since he's from your town, it changes things for you.

You out of your mind or what?

I don't care where the enemy's from,

and I don't care if he's family.

If we have to hit him, we hit him.

Yeah.

I was in that house all the time when I was a kid.

I won't be doing the surveilling.

The whole town knows me so it'd be too risky.

Okay, let's leave.

Go in and ask for Patxi.

He's the bartender.

If he's not there, just leave.

I'll wait for you here.

Okay.

All done.

Patxi's the fucking boss, huh?

What a fucking badass.

Start the car. You can tell me on the way.

He's getting us a place to crash in town.

"Hi, Bittori.

I'm writing to you to respond..."

Yeah?

- He wrote me a letter. - What?

Joxe Mari wrote me a letter.

I have to go to the cemetery. Could you take me there?

Mom, you really wanna go to the cemetery?

Can't you see it's pouring out?

I have some important things.

I have to show it to your father.

Mom, please.

Look, are you going to take me

or are you going to make me call a cab?

Fine, I'll go.

But it'll take me an hour at least.

I still have some patients.

That's fine, it doesn't matter.

- I'll wait for you. - Great.

See you, Mom.

Look, there he is.

- Let's hit the road. - Hey, there.

Where's the nurse?

Her name's Aranzazu, Mom.

- She's not coming after all. - Aah.

They changed her shift at the hospital at the last minute.

Well, okay.

Whoa, where are you taking all this stuff?

Yeah, I already told her. But, nothing, she won't listen.

Boys, how could I go to Zaragoza

and not bring at least a little bit of food for Nerea?

For Nerea and the whole neighborhood.

Nerea.

- It's not that much. - Stop teasing me, okay?

Look...

the squid I made last night, tomato sauce, green beans too,

which, by the way,

were 280 pesetas a kilo.

- Whoa. - Magical green beans. Must be.

Also Tolosa's baked beans and some ground meat.

- Vacuum-packed. - You should have told me sooner.

Then I would have brought a truck. Shit.

You think our daughter's starving or what?

Well, keep your mouth shut.

Well, why do I have to shut up now? Good Lord.

- Because you're not her mother. - There it is.

And because I say so. That's it.

You know, if you ask me, Mom,

I think that if we go straight over there,

Nerea's gonna think we're there

for a cleaning inspection.

Listen, being clean never killed anyone.

Yeah, Mom, but she has two roommates.

And we can't barge into her place as if we were,

I don't know, um, inspectors.

Ugh. I didn't say we would.

And what if she has a visitor?

What do you mean visitor?

I told you she knows

we're all going since Thursday, the whole family.

Yeah, yeah, maybe I wasn't clear enough when I said "visitor."

I meant someone intimate.

What intimate visitor? Are you insane?

I just told you.

Listen, go mess with someone else.

- I'm not buying it. - There it is.

Put the radio on. Put the radio on.

Oh, man.

- Hello. - Hi.

Hello. Can you fill it up, please?

Sure.

- Want some coffee? - Ah, no, I'm fine. Heh.

- Fill it up? - Yes, please.

Someone put some chicken livers

in our mailbox on Friday.

I'll tell you, it was disgusting, and stinky.

Oh, your mom didn't want me to tell you about it

so you wouldn't worry.

If I could, I'd force you guys to leave town.

Starting today. As soon as we get back.

Yeah, but you can't.

I won't let them bring me down.

It's the townspeople, who else?

They're just kids. Huh?

But I'll tell you, if I catch one,

he'll have a big story to tell the rest.

Hey, Dad,

why don't you bring the company here?

Look at these fields, so much peace.

It's close to the highway.

You'd be in the Basque Country in no time.

- Why not? - It's a bit dry out here, no?

Well, at least you'll be able to live.

But my life is in our town.

I've got employees and mechanics and drivers there.

I don't know anyone out here.

I'm not gonna keep pestering you.

However, if something serious were to happen to you or Mom,

I'd never be able to forgive myself.

Come on, come on, don't be such a fatalist.

Holy shit, your mother was right.

I shouldn't have told you.

You can pay inside.

I'll go pay.

What's up, guys?

Morning.

- You're Patxi's friends, right? - Yeah.

The house is close by. Let's go.

The guy who got us the room is an employee

at the target's company.

What's his name?

- Andoni. - I know him.

He's from the pro-independence union.

This is the bedroom. It's not very big.

It's more than enough. It's just gonna be me here.

- I am gonna need some keys, though. - Take these.

Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place, huh?

What else can you tell us about him?

The guy doesn't have a fixed schedule. You can tell he's the boss.

He'll start and finish whenever he fuckin' feels like.

One thing's for sure though. He always drives to work.

A red Renault 21,

San Sebastian license plate 2-7-1-1-C-F.

Patxi from the Arrano has been paving the way for a while.

There's not a single soul in town

that's gonna do anything for that guy right now.

Andoni says he's a goddamn early bird.

He usually goes home for lunch between 1:00 and 1:30.

At around 3:30 he goes back to work.

This Andoni guy knows everything.

He hates the guy.

He'd do it himself if we let him.

This fight isn't just about killing someone you hate.

It's not about destroying stuff we dislike,

because if we did, I'd shoot Andoni's ass

four times right now.

I can't stand him.

Okay.

Don't get worked up.

Let Patxo explain.

Our best chance to get him

is when he comes in or out of his house.

The first thing he does when he leaves

is cross the street over to the garage.

Oh, boy, that's some insightful shit.

I've never seen him walk up to his garage.

Shut up, that's enough.

He'd be vulnerable on the bridge

between his house and the garage.

There's no way out.

It'd be super easy to kidnap him.

Yeah, but we need infrastructure.

Where do we put him?

Besides, he'd recognize me with his eyes closed.

He knows my voice.

Forget that idea.

I didn't say we were gonna kidnap him.

I just said it'd be easy stuff.

Then you should be clear.

Well that's where we have to hit him,

when he comes from or goes to work.

He hasn't missed a day since I've been following him.

I don't know.

- I think we need to... - What?

It's not that hard, Joxe Mari.

We do it and we leave, that's it.

What else do you need?

You'll never guess what I think about when I see this rain.

That the rain today is just like on the day they killed Dad?

How did you know that?

Are you sure you don't want any company?

- No. - Then I'll just wait for you here.

As you wish, but it'll take me at least half an hour.

I'm finally here.

You wouldn't believe how hard it was.

Can you hear it?

This rain is just like the day they killed you.

It's funny how the mind works, right?

How the memories come and go.

You know, I, uh...

This morning, I was sitting, listening to the radio.

They were talking about Real and soccer

and those kinds of things.

And do you know what I've been thinking about all day today?

About when we went to Zaragoza,

the whole family, to visit Nerea.

Do you remember that?

- That was the last time... - Hey!

...the four of us were together.

I'll buzz you in.

Hey.

Coming!

- Good morning! - Hello.

Hi, Mom.

- Hi. - Hey.

You can leave the bags there if you want.

Hey, there, pretty girl.

Mwah!

Come on, I'll show you the place.

Watch out with these two.

They're gonna inspect the place to see if it's clean or not.

- Here we go. - Yeah.

I'll show you my room.

I think I like the other one better.

Yeah, but this one's closer to campus.

I guess.

And here is my room.

Wow, it's really nice.

Good choice on the room, sis.

And the girls who live here?

They're not here

because they visit their parents on some weekends.

Oh, look at that. Just like you do.

Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place.

The living room is right over here.

The only bummer is the TV.

It's a little old, so it doesn't always work.

Well, it's for the best. Less distractions.

Well, if you ever need anything, you know who to ask.

Ah, there we go. The same thing we always talk about.

- What is this? - Don't listen to her, Dad.

Thank you.

And I'll show you the kitchen, which is awesome.

Okay.

This way.

So...

What?

Is this Isa's room?

Yeah.

Hey, we should start looking for a place to eat, right?

Oh, yeah, for sure.

The game's at 5:00 p.m.

Hey, hold on, hold on,

it's not even 12:30 yet.

I wanna swing by Pilar's Cathedral first

to pray a little bit, okay?

Of course, of course, Sister Bittori.

Is that the miraculous one, Mom?

No. No, that one's always been the French one, Lourdes.

- Oh, boy. - What does this one do?

Dear Lord, what a question.

She's also miraculous, but less.

So, like little miracles?

You're so silly.

- You have it coming. - How's that silly? It's great.

Little miracles sound great!

- Yeah, perfect. - Yeah, it's great...

- Dad... - I think it's great.

Oh, well...

Even though you picked on me,

I still went and prayed to the Virgin.

It's crazy.

Back then if someone told me that just a few days later,

after seeing you in your coffin,

my faith would explode like that, poof,

just like a soap bubble,

I wouldn't believe it.

Oh, wait. Right. I lost my train of thought.

I have news today.

Do what I say and you'll be fine.

Go.

Get out.

It won't be hard to untie yourself.

But don't report the stolen car until tomorrow

or you'll have a problem.

Hail the free Basque Country!

Me or you?

I'll fuckin' do it.

Stop. For fuck's sake.

The other one has to move, for fuck's sake,

otherwise this one won't go anywhere.

You had one fuckin' job, man.

All you gotta do is drive that fuckin' truck.

You can't even do that!

It's me.

Yes, I'm coming home.

That's why I'm calling you now.

Yeah, anything's fine. I'm not very hungry, okay?

Hold on! Hold on!

Reverse, goddamn it.

Come on! Come on! Go, go!

That way!

Their luck would've been different if...

Ah!

If they could win, they wouldn't have to

keep explaining themselves.

Yeah, man.

Oh, man, Joxe Mari, you're back.

I'm so happy to see you.

I couldn't do it, a neighbor showed up.

Let's go.

Why don't you turn the light on?

Because I can see without it.

You're not gonna believe

who I just ran into on the street.

You could go for a whole month trying to guess who

and you still wouldn't get it right.

Codfish with peppers.

I saw Joxe Mari.

Did you talk?

I did.

But he didn't say a word to me. He just walked away.

He looks just like I remember.

- He is ETA. - Who?

Joxe Mari, who do you think?

Are you sure he wasn't spying on you?

How could he be spying on me?

Didn't I tell you I saw him?

What kinda spying is that?

I don't know.

I just don't like the sound of it.

Oh, come on, don't be suspicious.

It's too bad he walked away,

because if he really is in ETA,

then we would have someone who could

probably put us in touch with the leaders.

And then I'd get a chance to explain to them

what my bank accounts really look like.

- Hey. - Hmm.

Don't fall asleep or you're gonna be late.

There's still a half hour.

Stop hustling me.

I'm doing it for your own good.

My God, it's pouring out there.

You're taking the bike?

It wouldn't be the first time.

Okay, okay, off to the mine.

Betis 0, Las Palmas 3,

Bilbao Athletic 1,

Racing 1, Eibar 0,

Sabadell 0, Salamanca 0,

Espanol 2, Elche 0,

Figueras 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...

What time is it?

It's almost four o'clock.

What happened, did you oversleep?

Oh, shit.

Want me to make coffee?

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

- See you tonight. - Mm-hmm.

Hi, Bittori.

I'm writing to you following my sister's advice.

It wasn't me who shot your husband,

but it doesn't matter who did,

since your husband was ETA's target.

Txato...

I apologize to you and your family.

I'm very sorry.

Someone help me!

If I could turn back time, I would.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Txato!

I hope you can forgive me.

Someone help me! I need help!

I'm already paying my punishment.

I wish you the best. Joxe Mari.

What do you think? Good, right?

Oh, Txato, it's just...

I needed to hear those words so badly.

I know that soon I'll be reunited with you, but...

but now I know that I'll arrive in peace.

Well, anyway,

you can start warming up the grave for me

just like you warmed up the bed.

Okay?

I have to go because Xabier's waiting.

Bye, Txato.

It's raining like crazy.

- Do you wanna go anywhere else? - No, no. Just the house.

Your dad says hi.

Talking to yourself did you good, huh?

Hmm. It's comforting.

If you think I'm going crazy,

just know you might be wrong.

I didn't say that.

Oh, and by the way, before I forget,

Txato told me to ask you

when you're planning to get married.

He said it's about time.

Okay, Mom, now I definitely think you're crazy.

It's raining like crazy.

You won't be able to go out today.

I think we should call Celeste and tell her not to come.

What should I know?

What are you talking about?

Joxian.

Did you know about this?

Of course.

Arantxa told me before lunch.

Why the fuck didn't you say anything?

What does it matter?

Isn't she telling you now?

But I was just at the jail with him ten days ago.

And Joxe Mari didn't say anything!

All right.

Tell me everything you know.

Who else?

You?

Joxian...

did you apologize to her as well?

Yeah. And to Txato.

I went to see him at his grave.

And now I'm gonna take a nap.

Great, Ignacio, great.

You really set me up.

Turns out I'm the bad guy in the story after all.

Just for the record, I don't agree.

I don't think you're doing a good job as our patron saint.

You've been leading us astray.

Tell me, why are we the ones to apologize?

And what about all the GAL's killings, huh?

Did someone apologize for those?

And for the torturing at the police stations and headquarters.

Who apologized?

What about the prisoners' dispersal?

Also all the pain enforced upon our people?

No one.

And if what we were doing was so bad,

why didn't you stop us beforehand?

You let us keep going, and it turns out

all our sacrifices were nothing.

And thousands of us Basques in love with our culture

were just chasing wind like a bunch of fools.

Come on, Ignacio,

you can do better.

Get my daughter to stand up...

get my son out of jail,

or I'll never say a word to you again

in my entire life.

Good grief, can't you see I'm suffering too?

- Hi, Mom. - Hi.

- For you. - Flowers? Oh.

I'm not dead yet, you know?

And your husband?

Um, he's somewhere.

He's always somewhere, huh?

They smell good.

Too bad you didn't bring them yesterday.

I would've given them to your dad.

What a pity.

Finally, Joxe Mari wrote me a letter.

That's what you wanted, right?

He apologized.

I can die in peace now.

I saw Arantxa the other day.

It surprised me that she knew more than me and Xabier

about your health.

Well, if a family doesn't really communicate,

you know, you don't hear about some things.

I called Dr. Arruabarrena.

He said he already talked to Xabier

and that he would tell me everything I needed to know.

I'm still waiting for his call.

It doesn't matter.

I know what it is.

And now you show up with the flowers...

Ah, you're quite a team, the two of you.

The flowers are just a gift, Mom.

I don't want chemotherapy or anything like that, okay?

What I want is to be reunited with your dad already.

It's about time.

And... and don't try to change my mind, okay?

Because living an extra year or two...

- Mom. - ...for what?

Mom, we have to talk about...

I'm not done talking!

And sit down.

You don't have to worry about the inheritance

because it's all sorted out.

You don't have to argue because you both get 50%.

Also, I wanna be buried with dad in Polloe.

Put my coffin on top of his.

And don't take off any of my rings, please.

Oh, and put my white wedding shoes on me.

They're easy to find.

I left them in my closet in my bedroom.

And also, this is important,

put two obituaries in "The Daily Basque,"

one in Spanish and one in Basque.

But in both of them,

you make sure to keep your dad's nickname, okay?

- Yeah. - And I don't want a funeral.

I don't believe in God anymore.

And also, something really important I wanna say.

Well, everything's important,

but, uh, this is above all.

Uh, if you see the political situation calms down,

you take us to our town's cemetery.

And I think that's everything I wanted to ask you about.

That's it.

Have you talked to Xabier about this?

Come on, how could I talk with Xabier about this?

He'd crumble.

You're a woman and so I don't have to explain certain things to you.

- Hmm? - Mm-hmm.

Oh...

Come on, I'll hold her and you rinse her.

Uh-huh. As always.

Okay, okay.

Come on, girl.

- Ay, ay, ay! - Jesus!

Let's see that neck.

Hey! Hey!

Let's see. Let's see.

- This has to come off. - Hey.

- Oh, it's coming off. - Hey, stop playing.

Come on, enough.

You're like children, huh?

This is not gonna end well. No.

Come on, relax.

It's all right, don't worry about it.

- I hope not. - There we go.

-Put her bathrobe on.

-Let's do it. Grab that there. -Here you go.

- Come on. - You'll get cold.

There it is. Very good.

Come on, almost ready, huh?

Let's see. Come on, come on.

- Hold on tight, baby, okay? - Very good. Almost there.

- One, two, three, up. - Come on, baby.

- Up we go, up we go! - Come on.

Very good. Come on.

- You got a good grip? - Yep.

You good? Okay, you sure?

Okay, let's go down.

One, two, and, three, okay, down.

And there we have it. There we go.

Now, let's put a robe on.

That's one sleeve.

Come on, put your arm in the sleeve.

Come on, here's the hole, come on.

- Come on, here. Come on, girl. Jesus.

- Help me out here. - Mom.

Was it just me or...

Mom.

She said "Mom."

Twice.

Oh, my girl.

My girl talked.

Oh, my God, you talked!

My love...

Mom.

And you called me "Mom."

When you were a baby, too,

the first thing you said was "Mom."

A lot sooner than "Dad," huh?

Kitty?

Oh.

No, she's not coming back.

Kitty?

- Hello? - Mom.

Hi, son.

It's so late I was worried.

- How are you? - Good.

And you?

We're very happy.

Very happy, my dear.

I, uh... I couldn't even put it into words.

This morning your sister said, "Mom."

Yes, yes, we could understand her perfectly.

Maybe she'll learn how to talk again.

Oh, wow, amazing.

Happy to hear that.

So, it's a, it's a holiday there already, right?

Yeah, but, well, it's not what it used to be at all.

Now all they do is set off some firecrackers,

make noise and drink.

Ugh. I haven't slept all night.

How about you?

You... How are you? Any news or...

Nothing.

Well, I went to the doctor and...

and I'm having piles surgery after all.

- It's too much. - Oh, okay.

And are they good, those southern doctors?

- When are you having it? - I hope soon.

It's been so hot these days, so it hurts like hell.

Okay, well, then let's see if they'll let me

be with you at the hospital.

Oh-oh, it's beeping now.

- Uh, bye, my sweetie. - Bye, Ma.

Hey, don't forget to ask, okay?

If I...

Hey, there, Bittori, aupa!

Agur, agur.

Let us read from the Apostle Saint Paul

to the Corinthians.

If I speak in human and angelic tongues,

but do not have love,

I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.

And if I have the gift of prophecy

and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge,

if I have all faith...

Well, it's a great start, Ignacio,

but I'm sure you can understand

that saying one word and talking,

you know, actually talking,

are two very different things.

We expect a little more.

And as for Joxe Mari, please take care of his hemorrhoid.

That's all I ask of you,

because I get the feeling you don't want him out of jail.

- Glory to God. - Glory to God.

Hey, pretty ladies.

Oh, Mrs. Bittori.

Good to see you.

You won't believe it.

Today Arantxa spoke for the first time.

It was "Mom."

Really?

You're going to make it.

You're going to walk and talk again, you'll see.

Don't stop fighting.

Well, I have to go or I won't make it to the bakery.

- Sure, yeah. - You've got this, my love.

See you.

- Goodbye, ma'am. - Bye, love.

Excuse me. Thanks.

- Aupa, Miren. - See you later.

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