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-[eerie music playing] -[birds singing outside]

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY ALMUDENA GRANDES THE PATIENTS OF DOCTOR GARCÍA

[gasps]

-Someday you'll have a heart attack. -[groans]

Well, of course. Look what you've brought home to me.

It's my house.

The big one, please.

What if he dies here?

Will you call a taxi like for my grandfather?

Don't jinx it, Amparo.

[quietly] He had nothing on him.

No money.

No papers.

Who goes out on the street like that these days?

Maybe those who shot him took his belongings,

so nobody would know who he was.

That's even worse.

-What if they find him here? -You better hope not.

If you're right and we're helping a German spy, my people will kill us.

If it's a Communist, who your people want dead,

what are you gonna say if they come here?

I'll just blame everything on you.

That's what I expected.

-Cut the gauze. -[Amparo sighs]

[Rafael coughs]

[Amparo gasps]

[sighs]

[forceps clatter]

[Guillermo] Relax. You're doing fine.

It's all right. Try to rest.

-[music grows somber] -He doesn't understand. He's German.

Give me that.

-[Rafael coughs] -[Amparo gasps]

[distant bells ringing]

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

[somber string music playing]

LONDON, SPANISH EMBASSY

Get rid of that!

Get rid of it!

It's all useless!

What more proof do they need?

Do they want Hitler and Mussolini to sign every bomb?

The Non-Intervention Committee.

"The Committee of We Don't Want to Know," they should call it.

-I see the meeting went… -It went the same. Always the same.

[Rafael] Hmm.

I showed them the photos and said,

"Here's the evidence of Germany and Italy's support of Franco."

They didn't bat an eyelid.

Forgive me for venting, Manuel.

Let's hope we do better tonight.

[somber music fades]

It's lunchtime, and I've lost my appetite.

Go and take your time.

It's going to be a long day.

Oh.

Let's not throw 'em away, all right?

[dramatic theme music playing]

-[theme music fades] -[lively orchestral music playing]

[woman clears throat]

[in Mexican accent] May I sit down?

[orchestral music ends]

Thank you very much.

I'm Margaret Williams, but you can call me Meg.

How are you?

Are you Mexican?

[giggles]

Texan, but my nana was from Monterrey.

-[Manuel] Mm-hmm. -And you are Manuel Arroyo.

The right hand of Pablo de Azcárate.

-[tense music playing] -[Manuel clears throat]

The ambassador speaks highly of you.

He made sure you were in London even before him.

-[scoffs] You're well-informed. -[Meg] Mm-hmm.

I, on the other hand--

Here, knowledge is power.

I know, for example, that here in the UK,

they believe their consul in Madrid, and he's a Fascist.

The tortures, the murders, the atrocities of the insurgents.

While turning a deaf ear to the massacres of Liberated Spain.

[music grows somber]

Who are you?

I work for the government of the United States.

But right now, I am only speaking for myself.

My homeland says good things about the Spanish Republic.

Like all liberal democracies do, right?

But I sympathize with Spain.

Really. Despite the atrocities you commit in the name of your revolution.

I sympathize with what you call your cause.

Fascism must be stopped.

And it has to be done now.

In Spain. And there's not much time left.

So I have decided to personally get involved,

regardless of what my government says.

[Manuel sighs]

And how are you gonna do that?

By helping you.

[somber music fades]

[Pablo] Remember when you started in Geneva?

How excited you were about all these things.

Am I right?

Everything was new to me.

There was no war.

Italy and Germany are doing all they can to legitimize the plotters.

They've taken arms against our democratic regime.

How can they legitimize them?

You'd be surprised at the willingness of some to believe what suits them.

[somber music playing]

[sighs] The Spanish Republic will treat their guests to a menu that's austere

but appetizing.

It was difficult to organize.

Manuel, find out what's being said in small groups.

-Who's talking to whom. -I will.

Hmm. I trust your finesse.

Personal touch always outweighs evidence.

Porridge with black bread.

That's what they should get. Currently, the most popular dish in Spain.

-[excited chatter] -[classical string quartet playing]

-[Pablo] Hello there. -[woman 1] Hello.

-[ominous music playing] -[background sounds fade]

-[woman 1] How are you? -[woman 2] Good to see you.

[Pablo] The Spanish Republic is on its own.

The director of the Non-Intervention Committee

acts as an ally of Franco.

All evidence of the presence of German and Italian troops among the rebels

seems to him unreliable or insufficient.

[speaking inaudibly]

[Pablo] Your mission is to open the eyes of those who have a strong voice

and influence in the democratic countries.

-[ominous music fades] -[background sounds resume]

[string quartet continues playing]

I told you I would come.

I don't lie. Not even when I should.

Very good.

Well, you can show off now.

[Meg] The tall, gray-haired Englishman with those two ladies.

Lord Ferdinand.

He traveled to Germany two months ago, and he's delighted with what he saw.

Take him off the list.

Waste of time.

-He was on our "uncertain" list. -But you don't have enough intel.

Like that lady he's talking to who wears that fake smile all the time.

Who is she?

Naomi Katz.

Daughter of an Antwerp merchant

who earns fortunes chartering ships to Loyal Spain.

-I've heard about her father. -She represents her father here in London.

She dreams of becoming a lady, but that is going to be complicated.

Because there's already a Lady Ferdinand.

Because Naomi Katz is Jewish and hates Nazis.

-Wait until she finds out. -[Meg] Hmm.

But anyway, I think the Katzes could be a little more generous

with the Spanish Republic.

-Hmm? -[Manuel] Hmm.

Money matters, but it's not the only thing.

[Manuel] Hmm.

-Oh, I can't believe who just got here. -[Manuel clears throat]

André Marciac.

French writer and fervent Catholic.

What he writes in L'Information is scripture.

-[giggling] If you'll excuse the joke. -[Manuel] We never met.

Get him on our side.

I know he hates Communists.

No more than Fascists.

He's got to choose sides.

L'Information, the voice of the democratic right.

[Meg] Exactly.

And he's not a man who likes being here at these social gatherings.

Rather, he likes to be around books and talking to strangers.

-[Manuel] Hmm. -But here he is.

He collects books?

That's why he likes to come to London… among other things.

[Marciac and man speaking French]

-Monsieur Marciac. -Oui?

-Excuse me. -[quartet playing lively tune]

I'd like to show you something you'll appreciate.

-Shall we go to the library? -Of course.

BY FRANCISCO GOYA

[Manuel] The Disasters of War.

-And this is-- -A first edition, 1863.

C'est pas possible.

Mon Dieu.

Did you know that Goya died in my hometown?

In Bordeaux.

Bien sûr.

[gasps]

-What an immense talent. -[Manuel] Mm-hmm.

[Marciac] On par with the horror it represents.

Unfortunately, in his prints, we French don't come out well.

[Manuel] Mm.

Although Spain doesn't need invaders. You start your own wars.

But Goya knew that as well.

When will you stop killing each other?

When one half is done killing the other half?

Monsieur Marciac, what's happening in my homeland

goes beyond our inclination to engage in civil wars.

[tense music playing]

[Manuel] Spain is the stage chosen to rehearse a battle.

The one that will soon be fought in Europe by democrats and Fascists.

-If God doesn't-- -But there's something else.

And no one is talking about it.

The offensive against the Spanish Republic is an experiment

in testing new ways to annihilate the opponent.

Methods that make the war more cruel and inhumane, even.

It's like a laboratory in which we, the Spaniards, are only guinea pigs.

The Great War went beyond anything we could imagine.

But were civilians ever attacked like this?

Never on European soil.

This report proves the origin of the weaponry used.

German and Italian-made machinery.

Democracies are abandoning the Spanish Republic

out of fear of Communism,

and meanwhile, Nazis and Fascists make Spain their military test site.

Today it's Guernica, Bilbao, Madrid, but very soon, it could be Bordeaux,

Strasbourg,

Paris.

[Marciac speaking French]

[tense music fades]

[string quartet playing lively tune]

[woman 1] I just love what you've done with the place.

[woman 2] It is impressive.

-Yes. -[woman 2] Oh, it's splendid.

-It cost a fortune. -Really?

-I'm impressed. -[woman 2] Great.

You got him. Well done.

All that comes from France are broken promises and empty gestures.

An article by Marciac is guaranteed to stir a lot of consciences.

Now let's go for Naomi.

[string music fades out]

[Guillermo] Wake up. Wake up. You have to eat.

-[bells ringing outside] -[Guillermo] You haven't eaten in days.

[Manuel groans]

Give me that. I'll do it.

-[tense music playing] -[Manuel exhales]

[clattering]

Amparo. Bring some water.

Please, Amparo.

[Amparo scoffs]

-[Manuel coughs weakly] -[door closes]

[Guillermo] I'm a doctor.

You're in my house.

[grunts] I know.

Not sure how, but I know.

Good.

[Manuel grunts]

You have a high temperature, but you're better now.

[sighs]

-I can eat on my own. -No, no, no.

[groans, exhales sharply]

It's healing.

Try to move as little as possible.

Good.

-[ominous music playing] -[Manuel sighs]

Rafael, right?

-Rafael Cuesta Sánchez. -Not anymore.

From now on, for her and for anyone else who comes through that door,

your name is Felipe.

Felipe Ballesteros.

Some commissioner asked us to hide you.

[Manuel sighs]

-Basilio Rodríguez. -[Guillermo] Mm.

No one is supposed to know where you are.

[Manuel groans]

Who is Felipe Ballesteros?

Guy in the morgue who looked like you.

[Manuel sighs]

And you?

What's your name?

Guillermo García.

-Dr. García. -[Guillermo] Mm.

I owe you my life, I guess. [coughs weakly]

Don't praise the day before the dawn.

[coughs and laughs]

[Guillermo] Well, I have to go to the hospital.

Amparo will stay with you.

Try to sleep.

Wait.

I'm not going to explain anything because I think I'm in good hands.

So I don't want to put you at risk.

The less you know, the better.

I understand.

To me, you're just another patient.

[Manuel sighs]

[music fades]

BURGOS, SPAIN

[Clara] It's not because I'm half German.

Anyone with a brain would be praising what is happening there.

Hitler has succeeded in making an unfairly humiliated nation proud.

Powerful again.

And free from the yoke of those who brought it to ruin.

I hope to have the chance to see it with my own eyes.

We can learn a lot from the Germans, Velasco.

But I'm telling you, Spain is different.

[lighter clicks]

For example, they record everything they do.

Did you know that the Condor Legion

records the destruction caused by the bombing raids?

Mm. I had no idea.

Everything is measured, photographed, and recorded

to attest to the power of the ammunition.

Or something like that. I'm no expert.

They're studying how to be more efficient.

Pure German spirit.

Which I admire so much, Velasco.

But in the New Spain, things take place that should not be documented.

I mean, the clean-up operations in the rearguard, for example.

We are not like the Reds.

They even dance with the corpses.

May God forgive them for their sins.

Of course, our people do commit excesses.

I admit it.

But the barbarians?

That's them.

That is what they must come to understand in the civilized world.

The barbarians are those Reds.

Therefore, these photos taken in Talavera de la Reina

have to be leaked as taken in Talavera la Real,

after a massacre perpetrated by the leftists.

[somber string music playing]

What an eye Pilar had when she put you in charge of propaganda.

On my request.

And you could've aimed higher.

[Clara] Oh, come on.

-All hail Spain! -Hail Spain!

[music fades]

I'm goin' to work. Be there in case he needs anything.

[quietly] What?

[scoffs, gasps] You're going to leave me alone with him?

It's not the first time.

But he is awake now.

He's not gonna bite you!

Guillermo, I'm serious.

Amparo, for God's sake, he can't even get out of bed.

He's completely harmless.

Are you crazy?

-I don't want to stay with-- -[Guillermo] Listen.

The only thing you have to worry about is that they're not gonna find you here.

So just don't open the door.

Guillermo, you can't force me to live under the same--

You can go back to your place whenever you want.

-[tense music playing] -[Amparo gasps]

That's so rude, Guillermo. So rude!

-Listen to me. Amparo! -No!

You are taking advantage of a poor girl's fear.

-Amparo, hey. Just listen. -[grunts]

-[gentle music playing] -[gasps]

-[grunts softly] -All I am asking.

[sighs] Yes?

If he needs help, please give him a hand. That's all.

[Amparo sighs] Uh-uh.

No. [gasps]

[grunts softly, sighs]

[moans gently]

He's going to sleep all day.

[both breathing heavily]

You'll see.

At the most, he'll ask for a potty.

Absolutely not. That's all I need.

A potty?

[moans softly]

Guillermo, no. [moans]

-[Guillermo grunts] -[Amparo] No. [sighs]

Guillermo.

[grunts] Don't you have to go to work?

[moans loudly] All right, then.

[gasps, moans]

Oh, Guillermo!

[Amparo panting in distance] No, no!

[breathily] No, no!

Guillermo!

-[Manuel laughs, coughs] -[Amparo] How naughty you are!

-Oh! -[music fades]

[energetic music playing]

[Pablo] "Over the trampled body of Spain,

the Axis powers test their tanks and their bombs,

just as their ancestors used slaves

to test the effectiveness of their poisons."

Marciac took good note of what you told him.

"Defending the survival of the Spanish Republic

does not imply handing it over to the Soviets."

"Quite the opposite."

"Stalin should not be the only option."

Very good job.

Let's see how France will react.

Margaret Williams? Meg?

[indistinct chatter]

[knocks quietly]

[sultry jazz music playing inside]

[Meg giggles]

You never go to places like this, do you?

[chuckles, sighs]

Well, you should.

Because one learns things here.

Hi, baby. For example,

Marciac enjoys the company of handsome young men, like you.

Who would have known, huh?

So Catholic.

So strict.

Nothing to do with this.

[Manuel] And… do you come here a lot?

How often is a lot?

I mean, do you come here to gather a lot of information?

Oh, gachupín. [giggling]

[continues laughing]

Look.

Some days, I like women.

Aren't you afraid someone will find out?

And get in trouble?

Nobody here knows who I am.

But all girls here know what I'm looking for.

[romantic instrumental music playing]

[Meg] Shall we dance?

[indistinct chatter]

I don't feel like sleeping at my place tonight.

[sighs]

Should I stay at yours?

It's just that the family

that rents me the room is… very traditional.

Really?

-[Manuel sighs] -[scoffs] Well, then I will stay.

[romantic music building]

[background sounds fade]

[speaking inaudibly]

[music fading out slowly]

[sighs]

[Pablo] Oh, The National Episodes.

My favorite is Bailén.

Don't you ever sleep?

What about you?

-[somber music playing] -[Pablo scoffs]

There's been a shooting spree in Barcelona by the anarchists and Trotskyists.

They want a revolutionary offensive against the Spanish Republic.

While the Fascists are crushing us on every front.

Meanwhile, I struggle to convince everyone that the Republic has reestablished order.

That we have put an end to the crooks and their crimes.

I'm gonna get some sleep. You should do the same.

Hmm.

And do as I say.

Read Bailén.

[Amparo singing "María de la O"]

NATIONAL EPISODES MARCH 19 AND MAY 2 BAILÉN

[Amparo continues singing copla in Spanish]

-[Manuel coughing] -[ominous music playing]

[Manuel groans]

[coughing continues]

[ominous music swells]

[music fades out]

[Clara] Geni!

What a pleasant surprise.

-You're not in Pamplona? -I came back just to see you.

[Clara] So tell me, what can I do for you?

It's concerning… a friend of mine.

Fernando Villa.

Do you know Fernando?

Of course.

The most handsome compatriot in Navarre. How could I not know him?

He is loyal to Falange.

And to José Antonio, rest his soul.

An old shirt who'd give his life for the cause.

Men like him will build the New Spain.

You said it, Clara. And I agree.

He's an old Falangist. Not like those new ones.

But some of them are outstanding patriots.

I know Fernando's worth, Clara.

He's not one of those people who are vying for José Antonio's position.

[tense music playing]

-If he has made a mistake-- -Bad company, Geni.

Remember? The nuns warned us about that.

Have faith.

Justice will be done.

And if he's not among the traitors of Salamanca--

But who has betrayed whom, Clara?

You know them all. You tell me.

Spain is full of idealists who refuse to obey.

We are friends, Geni.

That's why I ask you to intercede for him.

And because I believe he is innocent.

[tense music swells]

I certainly don't want to pressure you.

But Pilar is avoiding me.

Ah.

You know the boss.

When it comes to moral issues, well, you know.

I'm asking for faith. I don't judge you.

Faith and temperance.

Because I hear that you are somewhat lacking in these virtues.

Your thing with Fernando.

The rumor has reached here.

While your husband is working tirelessly.

Esteban has become vital.

He will do great things. I'm telling you.

[Geni sighs]

The homeland calls for sacrifices.

We have to bite the bullet and think about victory,

the only thing that now matters.

And don't worry about Pilar. I'll take care of her.

There's nothing against you.

Uh, take care and say hello to your husband for me, hmm?

-Is he still in Paris? -[quietly] Mm-hmm.

We owe him so much.

[tense music fades]

-[birds singing] -[distant indistinct chatter]

[Amparo sighs]

-[ominous music playing] -[Manuel coughing]

[groans]

[tense music playing]

-[Manuel coughing] Amparo. -[gasps, sighs]

I can't thank you enough for helping me in this situation.

Of course.

We weren't gonna let you bleed to death.

[coughs]

[softly] Yes.

Hmm. Do you need anything?

[sighs]

I don't wanna be a nuisance.

Pretend I'm not here.

Hmm? Live your life.

Don't you worry. I don't go out a lot.

Felipe, right?

[Manuel] Mm-hmm.

Are you German?

-What makes you think that? -You're talking in your sleep.

I used to go to a German school.

-But I don't remember much, to be honest. -What did I say?

I don't know.

Since the bombing started, I've forgotten all my German.

Yeah. But some Germans… some Germans don't throw bombs.

And there are Reds in Germany.

-[Amparo] Mm-hmm. -Didn't you know that?

Because you're a Red, aren't you?

Yes, of course. Solid Red. Can't you tell?

[coughing] Sure. You look like one.

Anyone who sees you would say, "There's a Red lady."

They say that and many other things.

[tense music playing]

You… You look very bored.

Do you like reading?

[sighs] A lot.

I'll bring you a book.

-[Manuel] A love story, please. -[quietly] Imbecile.

[engine revving]

-[tense music fades] -[doorbell rings]

[doorbell continues ringing]

[bright music playing]

[Manuel takes a deep breath]

I was a little surprised when you called me.

And I was… I was surprised you invited me here.

[Meg] Hmm.

I've brought some orujo.

It's liquor. From my hometown.

Ah. Mm.

What is this? Like… Like tequila or mezcal?

Well…

I don't know.

But… it's dangerous not to share it.

It's true.

It brings bad luck.

There's an old saying.

"The miner who drinks alone in the mine gets lost."

-[sighs] -[Meg giggles]

I'm sure you made that up.

-Huh? -No.

Yes. [chuckles]

So you see, I am a bore.

Oof. [grunts]

Well, I don't believe it.

I don't think I do.

So let's see, gachupín.

[gentle piano music playing]

[heavy breathing]

[Meg sighs]

[gasps, sighs]

[both panting]

[both moan]

[Meg exhales heavily]

[Manuel moans]

-[kissing] -[piano music fades out]

[Manuel] Mm.

[Meg giggles softly]

And I thought that you didn't like me.

That you weren't into me.

No. But… But why wouldn't I be into you?

Because I told you there are days when I like women.

Uh, no.

I don't care.

-You don't? -[chuckles]

Well, I'm not really experienced. I mean…

No, it's fine. It doesn't matter.

There's no one like me.

-No. -I'm unique.

Mm. Mm.

[Manuel sighs deeply]

Any news from Barcelona?

It's been calm today.

[sighs]

Reds murdering each other.

That's what democracies are gonna remember.

[scoffs] And the Russians don't seem to care.

[Manuel sighs]

You're leaving?

You want to get rid of me? Really? Already?

[lighter clicks]

I canceled my appointments.

[Manuel] Mm.

[gentle music playing]

I gave your number at the embassy in case they needed me.

-Ah, really? -[sighs]

So, you'd taken it for granted that we would…?

[giggles]

Oh, gachupino, it really turns me on when you get so sure of yourself.

[Manuel grunts] You're amazing.

[Meg giggling]

[gentle music fades]

[somber music playing]

Good book.

Thanks for the recommendation.

Juan… wants you back in Spain.

I need you here, but the Republic always comes first.

And we don't want to offend Dr. Negrín.

No, of course not.

It's not yet public, but Largo Caballero is out.

Juan will replace him as head of the government.

That is great. I'm very happy to hear it.

Keep in mind that you will be working

directly under the orders of the president.

Manuel.

You know… how much I appreciate you, right?

[Manuel chuckles softly]

I say this because the mission is risky.

When do I leave?

[chuckles slightly] Very soon.

Sort out your affairs. The embassy will do the rest.

[Pablo] Take it with you. As a memory.

[somber music swells]

[music fades out slowly]

[sighs]

[line ringing]

[sighs]

-[call connects] -I need to see you.

Take the afternoon off.

[gentle piano music playing]

What a pity.

Now that we are getting to know each other.

[sighs] Who knows?

Maybe we'll meet again soon.

[chuckles, exhales]

[chuckles]

Who knows?

-[Manuel sighs] -Bottoms up.

[Meg scoffs]

[chuckles]

I'm going to get lost in that mine, gachupín.

Where did you say the mine was?

-Come here. -[giggling]

[gentle music swells, fades]

-[Meg] You're mine, gachupín. -Yeah.

[engine approaching]

VALENCIA, SPAIN

[plane engine roars overhead]

[distant gunfire]

[somber instrumental music playing]

We are here.

-[Negrín] Manolo! -Mr. President.

[exhales]

I would congratulate you

if I didn't know the burden this represents.

That's why I'm going to need all the help I can get.

Including yours.

Count on me.

The Republic is scrutinized under the microscope,

and we are so unwary that we settle our differences with guns.

We're not the only ones. Look at the Fascists.

Franco imposes his power with blood.

You seen what happened in Salamanca? I cannot do the same, and I don't want to.

Therefore, we must put an end to the rapes and murders

and the fights between factions.

What happened in Barcelona cannot be repeated in Madrid.

They are very different cities.

Yes, in Madrid, we also have to deal with the Fifth Column.

The famous Fifth Column that is applauding and cheering while we kill each other.

You want me in Madrid. What's the mission?

One that's very unpleasant.

You're going to spy on our people.

We'll see if they're really our people.

I don't trust military intelligence.

I don't believe their reports.

They have become a Soviet branch.

-What happened to Andrés Nin-- -Yes. We've hit rock bottom.

I want you to find out the truth and tell me.

Thank you for trusting in me.

You and Pablo are actually among the very few people who I can still trust.

[energetic music playing]

You will be dispatched to the Department of Public Order.

You will join under a false identity.

You will answer only to me.

I want you to inform me personally about everything you find out.

We are going to train you thoroughly,

but I don't want you to expose yourself more than necessary.

Of course.

NEGRÍN, WHERE'S NIN? IN SALAMANCA OR BERLIN?

[Negrín] Torres, the driver who brought you, will stay in Madrid.

He will not work with you,

but if you are in danger, contact me, and we'll get you out immediately.

[Manuel] Torres.

Get your hands on a copy of Bailén, like this one.

The Fifth Regiment edition.

It should be easy to find.

-We'll use it to code secret messages. -I hope it's not needed.

Commissioner Basilio Rodríguez.

Rafael Cuesta.

Come with me.

I'm glad they haven't forgotten about us in Valencia.

But since we're going to work together, I want to make things clear.

I neither like the Russians, nor am I a Communist.

But I joined the Communist Party of Spain in August of 1936.

Because I like to walk,

but I don't like being taken for a walk.

And back then, a policeman was suspicious by default.

-Is this my desk? -Yes.

-You don't like Russians? -No.

[Manuel] Why?

They're practically… our only allies.

Well, because they interfere in our matters only for their own benefit.

Not for that of the Republic.

Does the party know where you stand on this?

I don't interfere with the PCE.

It's an organization that still works, and that is hard to find these days.

You have come here to control those who control us.

Am I right?

[tense music playing]

I'm fine with that.

But we are facing urgent challenges,

and if we fail, Madrid will be taken by Franco, and we won't even notice.

Rafael Cuesta?

I'm Jesús Romero, your contact in the Military Intelligence Service.

[Manuel] Mm.

I've made a reservation for lunch. Join me?

Don't have to worry about me.

[tense music fades]

LA PUEBLA DE ARGANZÓN, BURGOS, SPAIN

[young man] Grandfather! Grandfather!

Grandfather!

I'm departing.

[stirring string music playing]

You see that?

This is what you are fighting for, Adrián.

For what we have always defended.

Never forget that, okay?

You'll do better.

[Adrián sighs]

God, motherland, and king.

Go now.

Be careful and come back. You hear me, son?

[horse neighs]

[string music building]

Next time I won't come back on leave

because we'll already have beaten the Reds!

[string music fades slowly]

[Romero] Most of what is being said about Madrid is a lie.

Security is guaranteed here.

General Miaja has them all by the balls.

-Is the lamb to your liking, Captain? -Mm. Wonderful. Thank you, Carlos.

And the Fifth Column?

Old wives' tales.

Propaganda.

Look, Rafael.

The Fascists of Madrid, the real ones,

are either in hiding,

or they're getting rich on the black market.

They're not going to stop us from winning.

Because we will win.

Of course we're going to win.

And the Russians will help us. That's why they are here.

You work alongside them, hmm?

[Romero] Great professionals.

You have to meet them. I'll introduce you whenever you want.

[energetic string music playing]

Uh, those more urgent problems you were talking about, what are they?

Later. Not here.

[string music fades]

[Basilio] Those anarchists at the CNT are a mess.

Do you know how many people have affiliated just for protection?

[Manuel] Didn't you do the same with the Communists?

Yes, but in the CNT, nobody controls

who requests a membership card… or their motive.

As a result, they are full of Fascist infiltrators.

We must bear in mind that the anarchists control communications.

They have their own arsenal,

and they don't give a damn about the Spanish Republic.

Can you prove what you say?

In the General Directorate of Security, there is a file that keeps a record

of the political sympathies of all civil servants.

-The payroll control. -That's right.

It would be as easy as cross-checking those files

with the CNT affiliates.

We would find something.

Right-wing civil servants converted to anarcho-syndicalism.

Bureaucratic personnel who know how each department works.

And where they can hit us to cause the most damage.

I can give you access to the payroll control, but the CNT…

[chuckles]

I'm not saying we'll shoot our way in because we've already screwed it up.

But it can be done.

It can be done with some backup.

What backup?

An order from Valencia.

And a handful of armed guards loyal to the president.

You don't trust the police either?

[chuckles] Do you trust Romero?

Too much empty chatter. Far too pompous.

Too much of everything that I hate.

So what, then?

[dramatic music playing]

-Shall we do it? -[dramatic orchestral music playing]

[people clamoring]

[soldier 1] Guns down! You heard me! Do it!

[soldier 2] What's going on?

-What the hell is going on here? -Good day. We're here to requisition.

Carrillo asked me for the guns already.

I told him to come and get them himself. Understood?

Comrade. We want to requisition the files.

Who's this pencil neck?

[quietly] Hey. They've cut the telephone lines.

That's right. You can't use the telephone.

And no one's coming to the rescue.

We'll take it anyway. Make it easy, or make it hard.

You decide.

Well done.

Then I'll sign your receipt.

[energetic music playing]

[soldier 3] Is everything in order?

Is it all clear in there?

All right. Good.

[man] The group is lead by the commissioner.

Instead of the police, he came with a bunch of armed guards.

You're sure it was Rodríguez?

Basilio Rodríguez.

And a civilian I've never seen. A younger man. Very assertive.

And they only took the file?

And that's what scares me. Because we have plenty of guns.

Either we stop them, or we'll get screwed.

You don't need to worry.

You're up.

We have to teach someone a lesson.

No frills. Keep it simple.

And messy as well. As if some anarchists did it.

Who is it, boss?

[energetic string music playing]

[thunder rumbles outside]

I've left the last boxes there.

Thank you, Merino.

[Manuel] July 1936.

Félix Anchelo García, court clerk.

November 1936.

Félix Anchelo García, junior metalworker.

Another sudden career change.

He didn't even bother to change his signature. Unreal.

Who endorses him?

In the CNT?

Someone called Alberto Izaguirre.

I have three more converts endorsed by the same person.

We also have to check these coincidences.

So we'll find those in charge of the infiltration?

You have to start somewhere. [chuckles]

[Manuel grunts]

What? Are you bored?

I'm eager.

[Basilio chuckles, sighs]

This job requires perseverance.

And coffee. A lot of coffee, but we don't have any.

We'll have to ask Romero.

[Basilio chuckles] Yes.

[grunts]

Don't you have a family?

Uh… yes. I had one this morning, yes.

Then go back home. I'll stay for a bit.

Well, I can do that. [sighs]

Try to rest.

There's enough cards to keep you up all night.

-See you tomorrow. -Have a good night.

[peaceful orchestral music playing]

[sighs, sniffles, exhales]

[Manuel murmuring indistinctly, sniffles]

Comrade!

Comrade!

-The commissioner has been killed! -Commissioner Rodríguez?

-The neighbor reported gunshots. -Where is he now?

He's still there.

[Manuel groans]

[ominous orchestral music playing]

[soldier 1] Where are we going?

You should have killed him right where we got him.

[soldier 2] No. We're gonna hang it on those anarchists at the CNT.

-We'll do it their way. -What if we hit a roadblock?

How are we gonna talk our way out of this one?

Stop! Stop! Stop!

-[soldier 2] Here? The barracks? -[soldier 1] Yeah. Fuck it.

[engine revs]

[tires squeal]

[Pepe] What the fuck was that? Get over here. Come here. Help.

[guard 1] Out of the way! Move!

-[Pepe] What the fuck happened? -[guard 1] I don't know.

[Pepe] Where are his papers?

Bring him to the infirmary.

-[guard 2] Careful. Hold him. -[guard 3] Quick!

-[guard 4] Come on. -Come on! Come on!

LETTER OF SAFE PASSAGE

[Romero] But is he dead or not?

[soldier 1] Must be. We shot him three times.

You're not sure? You didn't finish him off?

In front of the barracks?

Wasn't there another place you could have done it?

It had to look messy.

But that doesn't mean you had to do it right under the soldiers' noses

for everyone to see, you idiot!

Wasn't it a warning?

-You're a bunch of fucking amateurs! -Lay off of him, Romero!

-He is dead. I'm sure. -And if he's not?

Then you'll find out.

[engine starts]

[Guillermo] Easy, easy, easy.

[groans]

Looks good. The infection's gone.

But I'm still in bed and can't get out.

You must be really bored, huh?

Criminal law?

I wanted one about love.

It seems you don't have any.

Be patient with Amparo. She's scared.

It's natural.

-I'll bring you one. -[Manuel] Wait.

Then you don't trust her?

[Guillermo] Hmm?

[tense music playing]

You didn't tell her.

Just enough. To protect her.

The less she knows, the better. Or does that not apply to her?

-[door closes] -[sighs deeply]

PORTUGALETE, VIZCAYA, SPAIN

-[captain] Load! -[rifles cock]

[captain] Aim!

-Long live Euskadi! -[prisoners] Long live the Republic!

-[all] Gora Euskadi! -Fire!

-[gunfire] -[prisoners groan]

[somber music playing]

You didn't fire. Coward.

[grunts, thuds]

All of you, on your positions.

Get him outta here.

You. At ease.

Come with me.

-[soldiers speaking indistinctly] -[somber music playing]

Shooting is not a pleasant thing to do, but someone has to do it.

And at least we shoot properly.

It's not that, Captain.

It's just that… a priest?

Don't let the collar confuse you.

He was a double traitor because he committed treason

against his vows and against God, damn it.

Worse than a Red.

[Adrián] Hmm.

-You're confined to quarters. Do we agree? -[Adrián] Mm.

Yes, my Captain.

[captain] You gave him a hell of a punch.

Sorry, Captain. Really didn't mean to hurt him.

-I'm gonna apologize to him. -[captain grunts]

-You box, don't you? -[Adrián grunts]

With those fists, you should.

Boxing is a gentleman's sport, and it drives women crazy.

-[laughs] -[scoffs]

What's the matter?

Huh? You're better at punching than at womanizing?

Hmm. Think so, Captain.

[captain chuckles]

All the more reason. And now report to the barracks.

-Yes, sir! -Dismissed.

[soldier] Leave him there. That was the last one.

[music fades]

Check.

[groans]

[grunts softly]

[sighs deeply]

[Guillermo] Checkmate.

[groans]

No way. Always the same thing.

If you want, I can let you win, but that won't help your game.

-Quick one? -Let's quit for tonight. She'll get mad.

Don't mind her.

-[Manuel] Listen. -[tense music playing]

Remember that if someone comes asking for Rafael Cuesta--

-Don't know him. -[Manuel] Seriously.

If anyone comes lurking around or shows up with any questions about me,

be wary.

Be wary and get to safety.

[tense music building]

[energetic orchestral music playing]

On the night of the 19th, there was an attack at the barracks gate.

Who was on duty?

That would be me, Captain.

What happened to the victim?

[energetic music grows to a crescendo]

[dramatic orchestral music playing]