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This is my village.

This is where I was born.

It's the most beautiful village in the south of Spain.

And this is the cemetery.

Today is All Saints' Day.

The day that all people gather around here.

I know almost everybody here.

The living and the dead.

In our village, there was a lot of fighting.

During and after the Civil War, there was a lot of fighting.

Some families still feel resentment towards one another.

It would be good, if one day this would come to an end.

And old enemies would reconcile.

Now I'm going to tell you the story of my village.

This is how it all started.

The village was celebrating...

Was the idea of the film mine, yours, or was it a mutual idea?

You were working on the "Maquis" theme

and I came up with some ideas.

When they killed Antonio Lomas

they didn't just kill the last rebel,

they also wanted to rub it in.

Many people in the village remember that day

as something horrible.

So recreating this procession

with the dead rebel paraded through the village

on a holiday

is going to provoke polemics. It will cause division again.

We haven't discussed the roles yet.

Another 'Maquis'. Another red dog. And another.

Hello. -Another red is coming.

Hello. How are you?

The real reds over there. -How are you?

Lomas was inside with his wife and daughters,

sister- and brother-in-law.

And they shouted: 'Surrender, surrender'.

He opened the door, but didn't surrender.

He ran over there and there he was shot to death.

Just 'surrender' or was there more?

Just 'surrender'.

That's what my father and uncles told me.

So, no insults. They just said 'surrender'.

Where was Lomas, José? -Over here.

You run ahead of me and shout: 'Shoot, shoot'.

Where do I stand, José? -Over here.

Here or more down below? -No, one over here.

One over there in the corner. And another one over there...

Come on, you have to stand over here.

You over there.

Yes. Over there.

And who are you? -I'm his wife.

And I'm his sister. -Alright, stand over here.

The two of us, right?

Sonia, wait. I put my hand here and then you come.

And kneel down beside me. -You come run after me.

Sonia, you somewhat behind me. Francisco over there.

When I get here, I'll start frisking him.

This is the Guardia Civil.

Antonio, we have the house surrounded.

Step outside, with your hands in the air.

If you have a weapon, throw it through the doorway.

Antonio, don't force us to kick in your door.

Antonio, step outside with your hands in the air.

He should start running, otherwise...

Fire at everything that moves. Fire. Shoot.

Fuck off, woman.

We've caught the bird. Bring the mule.

José, is this how it happened? -Yes, it was exactly like that.

Let's get to the village, gentlemen.

A new law to cure the wounds from the past.

The Spanish government wants to reform the old law

to exhume the bodies from the Civil War

and the dictatorship of Franco.

According to the Minister of Justice,

after Cambodia Spain is the country

with the most missing persons in the world.

We enter former 'Maquis' territory.

The anti-Franco resistance, the 'Men from the Mountains'.

What can you tell me about the 20th of January of 1952?

The first reference I have is from my mother.

Saint Sebastian's Day.

An ice cold day, the village feast.

A regiment of the Guardia Civil enters the village.

Laments, crying family members of the dead guerrillero.

Murdered, because he wanted to surrender and was unarmed.

Hanging over a mule.

That scene marked my mother.

On cold days she will say:

"Today it's colder than on that 20th of January."

Not long after, someone donated a painting to Frigiliana,

that now hangs in the town hall.

It provoked a controversy when it was exhibited.

Follow me.

Yesterday you told me that you have a son

with a mental handicap.

You don't mind talking about it?

You want some local wine?

When he goes to daycare, like any other kid

you discover he does things differently from other kids.

In making contact, in how he holds things, in attention...

So you start worrying, visiting doctors.

To find out what the word means that we all know

from television.

Oliver is a boy who is different.

Oliver, don't shout.

He has a bruise on his stomach.

From what? -Don't know.

Did he hit himself? -Maybe he bumped into something.

Oliver, don't pee.

Oliver, Mowgli. -Come here.

In the beginning this school was terrible.

The board was associated with the political party

that was in power.

They did everything to make sure Adolfo wouldn't get the job.

Adolfo was on top of the list for the Socialist Party

for years.

With a personal family situation that took a heavy toll on us.

Sometimes I think Oliver became the way he is

because of everything they accused us of.

You'd almost think of the Evil Eye.

But we found ourselves in the eye of the hurricane.

I lost clients. They said to me:

'Your Adolfo loves politics so much...'

-What do you mean, you lost clients?

I run a laboratory, and lost clients because of politics.

It is supposedly funny saying that Franco solved

all our problems in two hours

or that Franco should come back.

So instead of wasting your time on this barbarity

in the end these extreme right-wingers

are a caricature of fascism.

The transition to democracy had good sides.

The victims still haven't received justice.

And the executioners remain untouched.

In a way it was to cover up the shame.

But I think that when... I think that...

Hello, what do you guys want? Yes, you can go through.

You don't see it as a small tragedy

you're just a janitor at a primary school?

I studied history and becoming a janitor was a personal choice.

Due to family circumstances

I decided to do work that I find very worthy.

I had a political career.

You heard political adversaries say,

which makes it so sad, things like:

'There goes Adolfo with his poor child, to win more votes.'

They took revenge on me through my son.

Often I think the village still holds the shit

from the past.

My family and I are very right-wing.

The last mayor under Franco, that was me.

Did you have a happy childhood in the village?

I believe so, yes. But when I was 11 years old

that thing with the 'Men from the Mountains' began.

If my childhood was happy,

it's because of the economic situation of my family.

They weren't very rich, but good for village standards.

So in my house we didn't lack food or clothing.

But an 11-year-old boy, who could not go outside

to play in the village, a small village.

A boy that had to be home before dark,

because I could be kidnapped

so they could demand ransom from my parents.

So happiness changed to less happiness.

We felt suffocated, because we were always scared.

The procession with the dead 'Maquis'...

Was it a major event in the village?

It was very intense because, to parade with a dead person

a man who died from one, two, three or more bullets.

A man killed by bullets, hanging over a mule

on Saint Sebastian's Day while everyone was outside

that was harsh to see.

If the Guardia Civil had thought twice about this show

they would have chosen a different route

to the cemetery.

There stood the wagons, the musicians, the stands...

And all of a sudden everything stood still.

We looked up and saw the whole family tied up.

The two girls, 6 and 4 years old.

Hands tied together.

It was an awful sight.

Behind them their father, hanging over the mule.

With his head facing the ground.

And the Guardia Civil behind them?

Before, behind, everywhere.

They arrived at the headquarters.

There was a big tree.

Not this one.

Over there was the music band and they stopped playing.

The mule was tied to the tree.

He had pants with stripes, white sandals and a Grey blouse.

And there he was hanging with his head down.

It was awful.

That was the weapons room, where they locked the family up.

And you, Carmen? You were here because of the village fair?

Yes. -Not knowing that...

Exactly, everyone was here, the music played.

When we saw the group coming, everyone was in shock.

'What is that?'

'They killed someone. Someone from the mountains.'

And that was it. They arrived here and everyone ran away.

The village fair was ruined.

On the cemetery they threw him in a hole like a dog.

How many are there still? Forty thousand?

No, it's estimated there are between

150,000 and 200,000 missing.

In mass graves that have been tracked down.

While everywhere in Europe fascism has been condemned

in Spain they say:

"Let it be, because it's history."

Because it's part of history you can’t touch it.

It's the same old story: You can't talk about it.

You want to avoid a discussion.

That's why we don't talk about it.

You don't want to rub salt in the wound.

-But young people

should know the history of their village.

A harsh historical event,

with an executioner and a victim.

I don't mind recreating this event.

Monday afternoon we found a nice role for you:

a Guardia Civil from that period.

In a uniform from that period? -A Guardia Civil it will be.

I'll do my best.

Aurelio...

Can we try to talk a little? -We can try to talk slowly

and I'll answer.

Antonio Lomas. What do you remember about him?

I remember the 20th of January

the 20th of January 1952.

I came down from the slope to go to the river.

We arrived in Competa.

We stayed in Competa.

I walked down to the river

and my father gestured: 'Go away.

Today we are not going to work on the land.'

Because they had killed

Antonio Lomas.

The Lieutenant, this motherfucker

shot him in the heart.

I was very afraid of the Guardia Civil.

But they were...

not all bad.

I blamed Franco.

I may be wrong, but I blame Franco.

But I blame Franco.

The doctors in Malaga

in Frigiliana and Nerja.

All doctors said six to eight months.

They gave me radiotherapy.

Then I got this.

I always talked very rapidly.

But I can't do that anymore.

Did you wash the grapes, Manolo? -What?

Did you wash them? -Yes.

They have a lot of seeds.

When they killed him,

the distance was from here to your car.

He sat inside his cottage where he and his family lived.

They went to get him there.

As someone had betrayed him,

they knew he was there with his family.

And that's where they killed him.

What I find terrible

is you still can’t talk about it openly.

There is always the fear someone is listening.

They escaped to the mountains to avoid being slaughtered.

If you brought a handful of grapes and sold it to them

they said you were working with the 'Maquis'.

Or the 'Men from the Mountains', as they were called.

Even if you didn't share their ideas, you thought:

'If they are going to kill me here,

I might as well go to the mountains.'

Everyone talks about the cruelty of the Guardia Civil

but let's talk about the atrocities committed

by the communists.

People always talk about the cruelty of the Guardia Civil

but the 'Men from the Mountains' were much worse.

My father and uncles had goats in the mountains.

They slaughtered shepherds whom they suspected

to be traitors.

They crushed their skulls and hung their testicles

up in a tree.

The Guardia Civil didn't commit such barbarities.

Though the Guardia Civil didn’t behave like gentlemen either.

They also committed barbarities.

But I think the 'Men from the Mountains' were much worse.

After the Civil War,

many Republicans served their sentences.

Some were imprisoned, others sent to labor camps.

But after serving their sentence of five or ten years

they returned to their villages.

Normally, they served a sentence

for having taken part in the 'Red Rebellion'.

The Guardia Civil forced the ex-prisoners

to present themselves regularly in the police station.

The hand of Sgt. Largo was so big you felt his blow

from ear to ear.

Show us. -But Carlos is my friend.

The intimidation went like this. -With your head down?

And your hat in your hands...

Listening, without protesting.

If someone dared to look up...

'You have the guts to look at me?'

And he’d give you a blow.

Don't you dare look at me.

I didn't kill you in the war, but I can do it here.

Your son is in the mountains and you bring him food.

I'm watching you. And I will blow your head off.

You dare to laugh at me?

I want to see you every day.

If you don't show up, I'll look for you.

If I can't find you, I'll kill someone else.

I know your daughter is a horny little thing. Must I repeat it?

Officer, throw this red shithead out of headquarters.

I'll make sure that the bullet I'll fire is meant for you.

They’ll decorate me when they hear I killed a dirty red

in the mountains.

Now, get out.

You should take the part of the Guardia Civil.

No, no.

-Yes, you identify with the role.

You will do it a lot better.

In the courtyard of the Guardia Civil headquarters...

In the courtyard, whenever the torture began

they would hit a drum. So there is a saying:

'I shit on the Guardia whore when he’s playing his tambor.'

We do it in a room, as if in headquarters?

They also did it on the street, but inside is better.

A white wall is all we need.

Come in.

At your orders, Sergeant.

I present this individual to you.

Good morning. Good morning. -Good morning.

Another red bastard coming back to the village.

Another red who came back.

I should have given you the bullet in the war,

when we had the chance.

No. No. No. Don't tremble, because I haven't even started.

Don't make me beat you up. Don't move, I'm talking here.

I've read your file.

Your son is in the mountains, as is your brother-in-law.

And all red bastards go up to the mountains

to bring them food.

They go up there whenever they can.

But you are wrong if you think that’s possible in Frigiliana.

At the slightest opportunity I'll give you the bullet.

Here the walls have ears.

Everything that is whispered comes to my ears.

I don't want to see anything.

We had a war in which many people died.

Many comrades are dead because of four red shitheads like you

because we didn't finish you off at the right moment.

So, we are not going to allow that four shitheads like you

endanger our nation.

So be careful with your son, who you talk to and what you do.

Because from there...

What do you mean 'yes'? -'Yes, Sergeant'.

You take me for an imbecile? Do you think I'm an idiot?

Are you laughing at me? Laughing at me?

Take this shithead out of my sight.

-At your orders. Come on, shithead.

Respect. Stupid cunt.

There are still people who long back for Franco.

For the Falange.

Just the other day I was talking to one of them,

and he said to me:

"If you want to take away the memorials of Franco

why don't you also destroy the water deposits

that Franco built?"

Things like that, like a kind of excuse.

It was a kind of punishment

that the Guardia Civil gave in the name of the law.

Not only against people who opposed them

but against everything they despised.

Those who were not in favour of their system were killed.

We are considering to recreate

this procession through the streets of the village

as a kind of reconciliation between the two sides.

No. I wouldn't do that.

You won't reconcile anyone.

You'll only make the wound bigger.

Like in the case of Jesus Christ.

Generations should pass before the pain is over.

Because there are still victims. So...

To these people it still hurts.

If they killed your brother,

you're not eager to see a recreation.

They'll have to cry.

The Spanish government approved the exhumation

of Franco's grave.

The Prime Minister had the "Law of Historical Memory" amended.

Franco's remains will be cleared and handed over to the family.

The Spanish government says it’s a democratic imperative.

When does this country stop honoring

the mortal remains of a dictator

in a state grave next to the graves of his victims?

The political right will vote against the decree.

Oliver, don't hit yourself. Okay, Oliver?

What are we going to do with Oliver?

Every time he hears a loud noise he hides in the kitchen.

Oliver and I are fine one day

other moments he behaves like crazy.

I think the best is when I’m not here.

He only listens to Mari Carmen.

You have to get over it, stop blaming me.

I feel guilt all the time. It's terrible.

He doesn't learn anything, and you don't care.

Fine. He hits himself or he doesn't.

He hits himself.

Well, I don't care.

I don't want him to hit himself nor me.

If we achieve that, we can move forward.

It's that simple.

Tuesday we'll speak with that man.

We need his information to take a new step.

-Oliver never used to hit himself.

It started last summer.

-That's right, last summer. In August.

And Oliver is no longer the same.

He has declined enormously.

I will no longer demand so much of myself.

I want to dedicate myself to my hobby.

If I spend time on myself, I also do it for my child.

So there will be some happiness. That's what a house needs.

And not this eternal suffering.

That's the problem of this house.

The constant pain and worrying.

If the only thing you have in common

with your husband are the problems.

The problems, the suffering, the nightmares.

It's not just Oliver.

We went through terrible moments.

So if you spend your only free moments with others

the time you spend with your beloved is too little.

So you have to learn to say no.

Antonio Lomas.

Here he spent his final night.

It has been rebuilt, of course.

Here's where he slept that final night.

With his wife and two daughters.

And his wife's sister and her husband.

Let me do it. You need to make a bun and then turn it.

But I had it. A bun.

The heat is unbearable.

It's better under that skirt.

The T-shirt from under your dress.

Antonio Lomas' wife was my mother's niece.

And I saw it happen with my mother.

My mother had my sister in her arms.

Antonio Lomas laid tied up on the mule.

A Guardia Civil asked my mother:

"Do you have a glass of fresh water?

Bring it here."

So one of them poured water in his hands

and refreshed the face of the woman and the girls.

-After having killed Lomas? -Yes, he was on the ground.

The girls were behind their father,

watching him with his face down.

His wife, his sister and his brother-in-law.

We play the little girls.

The Guardia Civil stood over there.

One Guardia Civil has to say:

"Ma’am, you have a jar of cold water?"

Madam, do you have a jar of cold water?

To this woman.

What do I answer? -Wait a second.

Get me some fresh water from the house.

-Yes, sir.

He said: "Pour fresh water in my hands."

Come on, gentlemen. Let's move.

And what if people get angry?

Fine.

A lot of people didn't care what happened after the war

while others were suffering. So let them get angry.

It's reality. This is what happened.

If they celebrate the war between

the Arabs and the Christians...

But nobody remembers that. -So why not this?

-Nobody lived through that.

The Arabs and Christians are something else.

You'll only cause trouble.

No, it's putting things in their place.

They were humans and not dogs.

These are people and this wound should be healed

after such horrible times.

There is a painting in the town hall

of the dead man on the mule

that the painter named "The Guernica of Frigiliana".

I think that people probably will be divided in two groups.

Those who agreed, and those who were against.

What you will achieve is that you divide

the village again

at least for some days.

Why worry about the dead?

Why digging up the past?

Some wounds and scars will never heal.

Only at the cemetery there is peace.

My uncle was killed on Saint Sebastian's Day.

He wanted to surrender,

because Franco said that those who hadn't killed

would only have to serve a prison sentence.

It’ll be intense

because then you have to experience it again.

Experience it again.

I wouldn't say you can't do it

but for his daughter, who lives in Barcelona

I think she won't appreciate it.

Because when the painting in the town hall...

it was painted by my uncle,

from the other side of the family.

She didn't like it either.

She didn't like it because it was very painful

to be confronted with that memory.

So the family won't appreciate it.

My cousin Antonio for example, Antonio Poeta, is still angry.

Then I say: "Dear cousin, I totally understand

but it makes no sense to live with this bitterness".

So as a warning that it shouldn’t happen again,

I get it.

But if it's just to

to show what happened, as a film...

We are used to commercials being filmed here

but if you have the Guardia Civil show up

put an actor over a mule

and you parade it through the old main street

and then to the quarters where the music band was playing

and then on to the cemetery. Sure, you recreate history

but there will be people who won't like it.

You can't do that now

because there are still family members who are alive.

Virtudes for example, or from the people who killed him

family members of the Guardia Civil that are still alive.

You see, for many people that event is still a taboo.

Pepe, tell me about your love for the fascist Falange?

When I was ten, eleven years old

In public school I heard that

in the Falange you had everything:

Handball, basketball, chess, checkers, table tennis

trumpet and drum lessons.

You didn't have that with the others.

We played soccer, we went to summer camp in

Marbella, Archidona

Antequera.

And I liked that. That's why I'm a Falangist.

If you give me a call, you'll hear the fascist song.

If you call me, you'll hear "La Cara al sol".

Who won the elections? -The mayor.

Hello.

This is the hymn of the Falange.

-Pepe, nobody in the village objects when they hear it?

Some of them from the left. They call me a shameless person.

But I don't care. I make jokes about it.

Never any discussions?

-No, never a political discussion.

With nobody.

So now a dose

of liquid poison.

I have a bust of Franco at home. A friend gave it to me.

He was also a fascist.

It's in my home.

I wanted to put it in the living room,

but my wife didn't want that.

Her father was a communist,

so she doesn't want Franco in the house.

The fleas always hide in the corners.

What the heck is that?

Hello! Hi! Hello! Hi!

In any Arabic village...

they always had three places, minimum, where they...

What did you vote yesterday?

I voted for the socialists

because they gave me work all year.

But that's not your party? -No, my own party is far-right.

But because they treated me well I voted for them.

Next year, when I am retired

I'll vote for my own party again.

Sebastian. -Hello.

There was another very cruel event in the village:

the killing of three young boys

who had nothing to do with the "Maquis".

On the slope of the Cow Pasture,

the Guardia Civil caught three boys

who were completely innocent and really young.

One of them was the brother of Antonio-el-de-la-Poeta.

Another just got married and had a brother

in the mountains.

And the third was also a young boy.

My lungs are hopeless, climbing up these hills.

If I'd remembered you were coming,

I would have left earlier.

Inside, outside, where? Inside. Come in.

From the moment they killed my brother

my life became a disaster.

I thought that with the years

the pain would become less, but it's the opposite.

And if you want,

I would like to tell you something about my life

so you can judge for yourself whether I have the right to.

I don't mingle with people. I say things as they are.

And I have a strong character as well.

Besides, nobody can heal what I carry inside of me.

I'm not completely isolated, but people don't like to talk to me.

People don't talk about politics,

because I get tough on them.

If some deplorable starts to talk bullshit...

I'll tell him:

"Your father was beaten and thrown into prison...

and now you vote for the fascist party."

So with me, nobody wants to.

Instead of looking for my father and other "Maquis"

the Guardia Civil said:

"We'll kill their family members, so they'll surrender."

They arrested my brother when he came home from work.

The Guardia Civil caught him where now hotel Las Chinas is

and took him to their headquarters.

They held him all night and brought him to

an olive oil factory in the morning.

The next day they took him to the Cow Pasture

and killed all three.

My brother was buried in a high niche.

The custom in the village regarding the cemetery was

that family members looked after the grave.

When my mother got older,

she couldn't reach the niche anymore.

So we bought a niche at a lower height.

When we reburied his remains, I was 18 years old.

In the niche was a small coffin, with almost nothing inside it.

But what impacted me the most,

and I carry that with me since...

...in his skull he had two bullet holes, this big.

The laments were unbearable.

My mother was crying hysterically

and other family members as well.

The Guardia Civil could hear it.

The commander sent two officers to tell my mother

to stop crying.

How can you command a mother to stop crying for her dead son?

When my father found out

that they killed his son to punish him

he went crazy from grief and wanted to surrender

to the Guardia Civil.

But his comrades caught him and said:

"We will bring you to the village."

Instead they dragged him to a cliff,

threw him down and killed him.

So he couldn't betray them.

You steal from the "Maquis" and think nothing will happen?

We are the army of the people.

The "Maquis" got more and more isolated.

The last couple of years they committed atrocities as well.

They are afraid of treason and distrust their own comrades.

Distrust of everyone who comes to bring them food.

Two men from Frigiliana find food and

shoes meant for the guerrilla.

They take some of it home.

A couple of days later the "Maquis" wait for them

in the mountains

condemn them on the spot and hang them.

So who are we going to hang?

Jesus...

You liked the bread you stole from us?

The only bread I eat is the bread I've earned.

And what about the materials and the shoes?

You knew these were for us.

We're liberating you from fascism.

You steal from the people that try to liberate you

from fascism?

Quiet.

Be calm.

Don't move.

We don't accept traitors, we don't accept snitches.

The resistance does not accept betrayal.

The more you resist, the worse it gets for you.

You don't fuck with the guerrilla.

Antonio-el-de-la-Poeta.

The case of his father was normal.

His father chose to be with the "Maquis",

knowing what could happen.

It doesn't make sense to lament that.

He chose his own destiny.

But his brother of 15 years old was killed by the Guardia Civil

to punish the "Maquis",

together with the two other boys.

I wasn't here. I was at school in Malaga.

Your father was one of the three boys they killed

just before you were born?

A girl.

A girl at school said to me:

Look, it's well-deserved that they killed your father.

The girl was very mean.

The sadism of children. -Yes, yes, but even then

How old were you? -9 years, or younger.

You never asked people what happened to your father?

Yes, I asked everybody.

What did they say? -That he's in heaven.

But when I looked up I never saw him.

-The innocence of a child.

And at midnight I went out to look if I could see him.

They didn't have the balls to kill him.

They couldn't, because they saw him every day.

In the morning at work with his mule

and in the afternoon.

My father isn't buried at the cemetery.

He never got there. They lied about it.

I also found out about that.

There are many things I wish I'd never found out.

But he is in the cemetery, right?

- He has a niche, but he's not in there.

The truth never existed in Frigiliana.

Good afternoon, Sebastian. How are you?

And your mother?

-She is inside, but you can't see her.

She fell out of bed.

Where is she? On the couch? -No.

To film her? -I'm going to see how she is.

She's on the couch?

No, she's inside. But she's not feeling well.

I got married when I was 15, and became a widow at 18.

My husband didn't come home one day.

I thought: 'my God, what is this?'

I said: "Mama, Antonio had to present himself

and didn't come back."

To your mother? -Yes.

I said: "You hold the baby.

I'll go to the Guardia Civil to inquire."

I had never been there in my life.

I asked: "‘Do you know where Antonio Garcia Martin is?"

'There is no one here.'

While they were keeping him inside.

He was inside.

-Yes. He was there for three days.

Until one day at dawn

they killed them at the Cow Pasture.

When Antonia and me went looking for them, I said:

"Antonia, you see that pool of blood?"

And she said: "No, it's from a dog."

But it was from the dead boys.

They had taken them on a donkey from Susana's husband.

How are you, mama?

What do you think? -Devastated.

Devastated.

I remember when we discussed the Spanish Civil War at school.

And the post-war period.

I remember it was the only time in my life I got an A+.

You got A's more often. -But this one was special.

Because when the post-war period was discussed

I could tell the story of my family

during the social studies exam.

Are you so bitter because they never compensated you?

I didn’t care about the money.

I thought it was important someone would stand up.

Especially from the village. From the village.

That someone would stand up and say they were sorry.

After they killed my brother and people came back

from the funeral

and the Guardia Civil ordered all the rich people

to come to their headquarters where Sergeant Largo

punished them.

"You're also responsible for his death

and we have to take the blame?"

The rich people of Frigiliana were also very guilty.

I would like to make a proposal.

I would like to arrange a meeting between you

and Antonio-el-de-la-Poeta.

I don't know if it’ll make sense,

because Antonio doesn't reason.

Antonio always gets excited.

I don't know if it makes sense.

The moment he starts to act crazy, I will stop.

I've already told Antonio several times

that if this one thing hadn't happened,

he’d been a fascist just like me.

No, no, no.

I understand him, I get him

because I see that his spirit is more right- than left-wing.

What happened is that his trauma

struck him when he was young. How old were you?

I was four when they killed my brother.

-Four.

So, for a four-year-old boy

the trauma is much worse.

Because when you're that young, you don't have experience yet

and you don't know the depth of reflection.

So, when we are older

we think differently, because we have more experience.

We had time to think about the things we saw.

So that makes we can accept things that happened,

good or bad, in a different way than when you are very young.

Antonio has been traumatized since he was four.

First from the death of his brother,

and the grief in his household.

Secondly,

because they put him in an orphanage.

So he is traumatized and that mania makes you

the lunatic who thinks he's Napoleon.

It was unjust and inhumane

and if I hear a motherfucker from your political party

talk about terrorism...

But isn't it terrorism to arrest an innocent boy

coming from work?

Hold him hostage for three days and then kill him?

It's something that is stronger than me.

But I can't help it.

If I could turn the key, I would do it.

I can't.

You should go to a psychiatrist, and tell him everything.

What devastated me...

See a psychiatrist and see what he says.

What devastated me was seeing the bones of my brother

and the bullet holes in his skull.

I thought with the years I could forget it, but...

We Latinos don't have much credibility, right?

My father was thrown in a mass grave at the cemetery in Nerja.

A mass grave with many bodies.

So we never have...

My mother had to work in Malaga,

and my older sister just had a child

so we could never look for him.

And now it's impossible,

because they cleared the mass graves.

How would you respond if I ask you

whether we may reconstruct the death of your brother?

That's fine with me.

You have no objections? -No problem.

And do you want to be present, so you can tell us how it went?

And where do you want to do that?

I think it's important

so young people will know it

because many bastards never told their children anything.

This isn't Adolfo's number anymore. He must have a new one.

How are you, man?

We're in the shade. -Yeah?

How are you doing? -Fine.

What's up? -Nothing. Here we are.

First time you are here, with regard to your brother?

You were never here with anyone from the village?

I thought...

I was convinced it was more over there.

My brother had made a charcoal oven

that he was going to light the next day.

There they caught him and took him to headquarters.

I'm not sure if the other two boys were already there.

I'm not sure they took them out the same night.

They did it at night, so no one could see them.

So the village didn't witness anything.

He came from work and they were simply waiting for him.

They interrogated them.

The boys kept repeating that they knew nothing.

And that night, after having been tortured horribly

they were executed. -Yes, at dawn.

With a gunshot in the neck...

I don't want to show torture. -No, no.

Were they already dead then? -No, beaten up.

No, they dragged them tied to a mule across the road.

Oliver, come on, it's all right. It's all right.

Come.

They say that Adolfo and his wife broke up, huh?

No. -Not?

I heard something about a fight with his wife about the boy.

Don Federico, Antonio...

Adolfo asked me if we could film the two of you together

as a symbol of reconciliation.

Overlooking the village.

So nobody knows anything about weapons and food...

You also know nothing?

Officer, tie up this boy.

We're going for another walk to the village.

It's okay.

You thought you could fuck with us?

Let's go, they've got the other one.

You bring food to your father and uncle in the mountains,

but know nothing?

Look over here. You know this man?

I haven't done anything. -You didn't do anything?

And the day you went up to bring charcoal?

And a bag full of bread? You ate it by yourself?

We know everything. Everyone is talking here.

You think I'm a fool?

We know all your movements.

We know you bring food to your people.

Your father is in the mountains, your uncle as well.

We're going to get that third bird.

I didn't do anything.

Another one that doesn't know anything?

Get in there.

And now you're crying. Go and cry.

It's only just beginning.

I don't think dirty reds like you believe in God.

What will the priest in Frigiliana say?

The priest who feels so sorry for you red bastards.

If in three days the guerrilla hasn't given us three of them

you will die. It doesn't matter to me.

It's over. We will see how it ends.

There is nothing left of them, goddammit.

How are we going to justify this?

I'll arrange the paperwork.

We stood in position, we shouted "stop",

we shot in the air, again "stop",

and we were forced to shoot them.

That's clear, no?

Okay...

This one is more dead than alive.

This one is still alive. This one is half dead.

This one has family in the mountains. This one too.

Let's hope we don't get shit with the priest

or with the families that told us to finish off the guerrilla.

This one won't move anymore.

Gentlemen, let's get the mules. Nobody has seen anything.

Let's go to the village, gentlemen.

We exist by the grace of the war.

We exist by the grace of our enemies.

We exist by the grace of the dead.

We exist by the grace of our mothers and fathers.

This is my village.

I know almost everyone here.

The living, and the dead.

This is where I was born.

And this is where I was killed in 1952.