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-[Guillermo inhales sharply] -[tool clatters]

It's lookin' good.

A lot better than it was.

You can be on your way soon.

What? Isn't that what we want?

-For him to get better. -[doorbell rings]

-[Amparo gasps] -[tense orchestral music playing]

-Who could it be this late at night? -No clue.

Wait, Guillermo.

Hold on.

-I won't stick my neck out for him. -[ringing continues]

[Amparo] Guillermo.

[hushed] Guillermo!

[door opens]

Wait, wait. Wait, Guillermo.

-[knocking on door] -[Amparo gasps]

Good evening.

[tense music fades]

-Sorry to barge in like this. -What's the matter?

Well, someone's been asking about the man who got shot around the barracks.

And who is that?

Romero. He's a captain.

[Manuel sighs deeply]

Do you know him?

Military Intelligence Service.

This guy's bad news.

Why?

He's Mr. Fancy. He's not being straight.

You can't trust him. Watch out.

-He's dangerous. -What'd you say?

The commissioner insisted no one should know about this.

I just told the guy he was taken to the hospital.

He'll go looking.

I sent him to another place. Not yours.

[sighs] You've done well.

No one can know I'm here.

Romero will keep at it.

I'm afraid he's eventually going to make his way to San Carlos.

You think Romero tried to kill you?

[ominous orchestral music playing]

Maybe he's really just investigating.

Or he wants to finish the job.

Don't know.

[takes a deep breath]

Guillermo.

You have to call the commissioner and meet with him.

Let him arrange it.

And keep Amparo out of it.

[Manuel] Write this down.

Basilio Rodríguez, Department of Public Order.

I need him to give you something.

Write down this number.

[ominous music fades]

[dramatic theme music playing]

-[theme music fades] -[birds singing]

[car engine approaching]

[tense music playing]

[engine stops]

And how is he? Rafael.

[Guillermo] He's recovering, but he's still not able to get out of bed.

Where is he now?

You're better off not knowing.

And what reason do I have to trust you?

Right.

Here.

Guillermo García. I'm a doctor.

I'm friends with the sergeant who called it in when he was shot.

And what reason do you have to trust me?

Because I trust Rafael, and Rafael trusts you.

[tense music fades]

They're looking for him. An officer you both know.

-Captain Romero. -Yeah.

When Rafael first arrived,

I changed his identity to someone who died.

You bought a few days. Anyway, we'll need more.

Romero's probably going to ask questions any day now.

Yeah, I agree.

I have to make changes

to the death certificate to coincide with the attack.

You do that, and I'll do the paperwork at city hall.

We have to move quick.

What's the name now?

Felipe Ballesteros.

[quietly] Okay.

A mass grave.

In case someone comes looking and tries to claim him.

[Guillermo] Hm.

What your friend asked for. The book is inside.

Bailén?

[Basilio] Mm-hmm.

If Rafael needs anything, let me know about it.

He told me to ask if the cards were of any use or not.

They were destroyed when they went after him.

And I'm not sure if it was the same people or someone else.

[rocks clattering above]

[eerie music playing]

Be very careful with Romero.

I'm convinced that he's involved with the Fifth Column.

Send regards to Rafael.

-[eerie music fades] -[Guillermo] He'll ask for Rafael Cuesta.

-But we'll say Felipe Ballesteros. -That's right.

-But the paperwork has to match. -I'll handle it.

-Just focus on your patient. -Sorry to get you involved.

How many times do I have to say that I trust your judgment?

[somber music playing]

[Velasco] There have always been military men who hated us.

BURGOS, SPAIN

Now they think Franco has brought us into line.

Loose lips sink ships, huh?

How dare they slander our compatriots!

The talk is that, while the army shoots the Reds in battle,

we're out there shooting unarmed civilians on the streets.

Well then, who's going to keep order? Someone has to do it.

Couldn't agree more.

How else would they advance?

They act like we're butchers.

Or worse yet, cowards.

The fact is, it wouldn't be bad to calm things down.

And shut their mouths.

We could actually use an act of brotherhood.

Something that invokes our values.

The values of the Generalissimo.

But at the same time, remind them of our place in the New Spain.

[Velasco sighs]

What do you have in mind, then?

[somber music building]

[Clara] A match.

[sighs] A boxing match.

And let everyone see how one of our own can defeat a representative of theirs.

[Velasco chuckles softly]

If they win?

That's out of the question.

We get the perfect fighter, or we don't do anything.

He must be a compatriot who has the virility of the New Hombre.

Of our race.

A Spanish hero.

[Velasco takes a deep breath]

[sighs]

You got one?

[Velasco inhales sharply]

I don't know if you'll like him.

He's quite virile.

And a good boxer.

But he's also a black sheep.

[Velasco sighs]

[cell door closes heavily]

Can I finally go now?

That's up to you, Navarro.

[Navarro scoffs]

I testified against Fernando Villa in Salamanca.

And this is what I get?

Rome doesn't reward traitors. Don't you know that?

I was never on his side.

What can I say to that?

[prisoner screaming in distance]

When the guilty are few but important,

some of the blameless may have to atone too.

Son of a bitch.

Yes. [chuckles]

But I have you in my prayers.

And this isn't a place for someone like you, so full of life.

And so fine-looking.

Velasco…

I'll do anything to get out of here.

If I remember,

you're only really good at two things.

Women and boxing.

Am I wrong?

Well…

maybe the latter

can get you some of the former.

If you prove it, right?

[Navarro sighs]

-[nurse speaking indistinctly] -[somber music fades]

[nurse] Thank you very much.

[Romero] I'm looking for a man. Rafael Cuesta.

-Wounded in battle? -Civilian.

-He was brought in on November 19th. -[nurse] Mm.

-[Romero] He had gunshot wounds. -[nurse] Hmm.

There's a woman here. A Manuela Cuesta. It was on the 17th.

No, it was the night of the 19th. Look again.

There isn't anyone else.

Oh, for fuck's sake! He's gotta be in here somewhere.

Can I assist you, Captain?

Ballesteros Sánchez, Felipe.

Admitted from El Pardo base on the night of the 19th.

He arrived with three gunshot wounds.

Died in surgery.

Ballesteros, you said?

Who operated?

It was me.

Describe him.

Twenty-something, strong.

Seemed in good shape. A pity.

Yeah.

And I guess the body's conveniently missing, huh?

We barely have room for the living.

[tense music playing]

-The day after tomorrow? -[murmurs] Yes, yes. I can.

[doctor] Stand up. Now, that's it.

[woman] If it could be a little earlier in the morning, that would be great.

[nurse] Of course.

Always at your service, Captain.

He swallow it?

More like he choked on it.

PORTUGALETE, BISCAY, SPAIN

[soldier] Don't worry about it.

You're not gonna need it.

Move it!

Gallardo, leave that!

At your command, sir!

[captain] At ease.

You thought about what I said?

About boxing, kid.

Mm. No, Captain.

When the war ends, maybe.

Look, Gallardo.

You've got a killer hook,

and I need someone who can throw punches like that now.

And now means now.

What if I relieve you from the firing squad,

guard duty, all of it?

Uh, what would I do then?

Training, Gallardo.

Training and training until the match.

-[whimsical music playing] -What match?

One that's against a dandy of the Falange.

Piece of cake for you.

Oh, and forget about the rations. You're about to be stuffed full of steak.

[engine starts]

[whimsical music continues]

[Adrián grunting]

Move your waist! Move those legs!

Fuck, Gallardo!

The match is just around the corner, huh?

Okay, okay. Stop!

Come, come. Come here. Come! Come on. Come here.

-Come here. -[Adrián panting]

[grunts]

[groans]

Raise your fists and defend!

-[Adrián grunting] -Come on!

What the fuck? Bring your killer instinct out!

-I don't got that. -[captain grunts]

Fucking find it, then!

-Find it now! -[Adrián groans]

You have an amazing punch, Gallardo!

[somber music playing]

You're gonna crush that pretty boy, you hear me?

You're gonna crush him because you can and you must!

-Huh? -[Adrián exhales]

[captain sighs, groans]

[sighs] Look, Adrián,

We can't let our fellow men down, can we? Huh?

And sure as hell not against Alfonso Navarro.

A spoiled brat who's never lifted a finger.

One of those assholes with ironed shirts and fancy belts,

who'd shit his fucking pants

if he had to go through what you or I have to go through

every single day of this war.

A piece of shit, Gallardo.

A piece of shit!

[Navarro exhales]

-[tense music playing] -[man 1] Come on! Use your left!

-Keep it movin'! -Left hook. Yeah.

-[both grunting] -[man 2] C'mon. All right.

-Use your left. -[man 1] C'mon, hit him. Hard.

Come on!

Aw.

[Navarro sighs]

[exhales]

-So this is our champion, then? -[Velasco] Mm-hmm.

[Navarro panting]

-All hail Spain. -[group] Hail Spain.

-[Navarro sighs] -Alfonso Navarro, this is--

Miss Stauffer.

We were introduced some time ago.

At a dinner party in Navacerrada.

I'm sorry, I don't…

It was a while ago, wasn't it? Do you like to ski as well?

I'm a bit like you, actually.

I like everything I can compete in… and win.

For now, let's make sure you win this match.

Of course.

But I'm gonna need you to help me.

[laughing] And what could I do?

Be my sponsor.

Anything for victory.

-All hail Spain! -Hail Spain!

[Clara huffs]

[tense music playing]

You'd better win this match.

[Navarro scoffs]

Hey, kid!

[boxer panting]

-[punches landing] -[tense music continues]

If that's true, there's no way he can win.

Get outta here.

Attention!

At ease. Back to it.

[tense music fades slowly]

So? How're we looking?

You see it, General. Training from dusk till dawn.

That's not what I'm asking.

The reputation of the Army is in your hands, Ochoa.

Do not disappoint me.

Of course not, General.

Make sure you hammer it into that damn kid's head.

It's victory or nothing.

At your command, General.

[Adrián breathing heavily]

All right, champ!

The general is very happy.

[somber piano music playing]

That's it. Hit that fucking thing. You're gonna crush that asshole.

-[somber piano music fades] -[Amparo moaning gently]

[softly] Guillermo.

[romantic piano music playing]

[grunts softly]

[inhales sharply] Guillermo.

[exhales]

[sighs deeply]

Guillermo.

[moaning grows louder]

Ah! No, no, no!

Don't stop. No, hey. Don't stop.

Don't just--

-[moans] -[both breathing heavily]

[whispering] Get on top.

[softly] Okay.

[sighs]

-[both moaning] -[music fades]

-[distant rattling] -[Amparo grows silent]

[exhales deeply] What is it?

What is it?

[sighs] Ever since he…

[exhales]

You know, we were better off by ourselves.

-You're bringin' this up again? -[scoffs] I am.

It's true, isn't it?

-It is. Even if you try to brush it away. -No, it's not like that. Come here.

-Don't touch me. -[Guillermo kissing]

[somber music playing]

-Get off. -[Guillermo sighs]

-Quit it. Quit it. -[Guillermo panting]

[clicks tongue, takes a deep breath]

[footsteps approaching]

[clicks tongue, grunts] Don't touch me.

Don't be mad.

-[Amparo grunts] -Don't be mad. Come on.

[footsteps approaching]

Great. There's that.

The whole family is here now.

-Are you feeling better? -Yeah, yeah.

-Sit down. -I feel good today.

[music fades]

I'll get you a weak brew, then.

Thanks.

[saucer clatters]

Jesus Christ.

Three mouths to feed and one ration card.

It'll be a miracle if we don't starve.

You could have brought your own card, don't you think?

We couldn't use it. Felipe isn't here.

Like you. Neither of you are.

I'm off to the hospital. Will you be all right?

He already told you.

Can I get a razor blade so I can shave my beard?

Are you going out?

Might just want to start standing on my own two feet.

Well, leave.

I'll be here.

Go. [chuckles softly]

Okay, let's see.

[sighs]

Felipe, now that you're better,

who are you really?

[unsettling music playing]

Are you Fifth Column?

Are you?

What?

I… I'm just a refugee. That's all.

-You're a refugee? -[Amparo] Yes.

[scoffs] That's not what it sounds like at night.

It sounds a little more… intimate.

At any point, a bomb could drop on us.

So why hold back our desires?

[clicks tongue] And we were doing great too, so…

Until I got here to bother you.

Exactly.

Don't worry. I'll be outta your hair soon.

You won't even remember I was here.

[Amparo sighs]

[unsettling music fades out]

I have to go.

[playfully] Aren't you worried? I'm not going to rat you out.

Will you be okay to stay alone for a while?

Just need some soap and a razor blade. That's all I want.

Well, you could use a haircut as well.

-I used to cut my grandfather's hair. -[chuckles] Now I'm really worried.

You're such an idiot, German.

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

[dramatic music fades]

Going home?

Uh, I have to do an inspection in Chamberí.

Need something?

I've moved heaven and earth and still can't find a trace of Cuesta.

Well, we know as much as you do here.

Who do you think benefits from his disappearance?

I mean, who benefits from Andrés Nin's?

See, Romero. This is just our day-to-day.

In Madrid? No.

This isn't how it goes.

It's not that common, but it happens. Hmm?

Maybe it's that… now it happens to others.

Why is this bothering you?

[unsettling music playing]

Who was he?

I know as much as you do.

A pencil neck from Valencia

who came here with a desire to shake the trees.

And one of those trees happened to fall on him. Hmm?

At the San Carlos, someone else died when he disappeared.

Everything matches except his name.

People die, so…

Cuesta didn't.

I'm positive he's still out there.

Well, fuck him, then.

I won't give up the search.

And I remind you that it is your duty to find out what happened.

You know, the other day I was actually thinking about him.

And how he was likely from the Fifth Column.

That he'd come here to sow discord and doubt,

and then quickly disappear.

And now what he sowed is blooming, and we're blaming each other.

Just like Nin.

Don't be a moron.

Who's to say he hasn't already swapped his bands?

He wouldn't be the first.

[chuckles] You know, when this is all over, maybe…

he'll be the new governor around here.

You think that's funny?

It's not gonna end like this.

[Basilio sighs]

[unsettling music fades]

[door lock rattling]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

[Manuel exhales slowly]

[grunts gently]

[tense music playing]

[Amparo breathing shakily, grunts]

-[Manuel] Amparo? -[Amparo sniffles, sighs]

[music grows gentle]

You all right?

[Amparo] Mm, yes.

-[Manuel] Did something happen? -Uh, no.

It's just that…

[sobs]

…in the doorway, down the street, I saw a dead body today.

[sniffles, blows nose]

Did you know them?

[sobs, splutters] No.

[sniffling] But I was still shocked.

I'm just an idiot, that's all.

And I can't help it. [breathes deeply]

I'm gonna clean up.

[music grows tense]

[tense music swells]

[tense music fades]

BILBAO, SPAIN

[excited chatter]

[ominous music playing]

-All hail Spain! -[soldiers] All hail Spain!

-[ominous music fades] -[Adrián breathing shakily]

You were gonna fight with the Sacred Heart stuck in your balls?

You serious?

I always have it on.

For protection.

Are you afraid?

[Adrián] Uh-uh.

Winners can't be afraid, Gallardo.

I'll do my best, Captain.

I promise.

No.

You'll do what I tell you.

[whispering] Get Navarro into the corner, and I want you to hit him below the belt.

-[crowd clamoring] -[energetic instrumental music playing]

[man 1] Ah, there he is!

[crowd murmuring excitedly]

-[man 1] Spain! -[man 2] Navarro!

[ring announcer] On my left, representing the glorious National Army,

Adrián Gallardo, the Tiger of Treviño.

[crowd cheers]

And on my right,

representing Falange Española Tradicionalista y de las JONS,

Alfonso Navarro!

You won't last two rounds with me, hick.

Are you sure he can win?

-The boy looks strong. -[Velasco sniffs in assent]

The pride of the National Army is in your hands.

Don't forget it.

[energetic music continues]

[man 3] Gallardo!

Take him down as soon as you can.

[man 4] Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[man 5] Gallardo!

-[announcer] Okay. -[bell rings]

[crowd cheering and applauding]

[camera shutter clicks]

[man 6] Go, Gallardo!

[Adrián grunting]

[unsettling music playing]

[Adrián strains]

[groaning]

-[punches landing] -Yeah. [inhales sharply]

[Adrián moaning]

[crowd clamoring excitedly]

[Adrián grunts]

-[unsettling music fades] -[grunts] It hasn't hurt at all today.

You shouldn't downplay it.

-[Manuel] Hmm. -Wanna have a game?

Why don't you close the door first?

[groans] Amparo went out today as soon as you left.

She was gone for two hours.

Not sure where.

She might be right about you being a spy.

[Manuel] She came home crying.

She told me she saw a dead man on the street.

Nothin' new.

[sighs] You should talk to her.

[eerie piano music playing]

She didn't mention it.

She probably wants to forget it.

I don't think she can forget it so easily.

This morning she asked if I was Fifth Column.

I would've suspected it of her, but no.

Amparo is just far-right.

[Manuel] But she's not stupid.

She's harmless for the moment

because she has more to lose if she turns you in.

Because you two aren't… in love, are you?

-[footsteps approaching] -[door opens]

Shall we have dinner?

[eerie music fades]

-[doorbell rings] -[Amparo gasps]

-[tense music playing] -[rhythmic knocking on door]

It's Pepe. That's his signal. You should know that already.

[Guillermo inhales sharply]

[tense music fades]

-[Adrián grunting] -[man 1] Come on!

-[crowd clamoring] -[man 2] Come on! Navarro, come on!

[Adrián strains]

Where you goin', huh? Come on.

[both grunting]

-[Adrián thuds heavily] -[crowd shouting excitedly]

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

[man 3] Come on! Come on, come on, come on. C'mon!

[Adrián breathing heavily]

-[bell rings] -[announcer] Time!

Back to your corners.

[Adrián exhales]

-[panting] -[Ochoa] Gallardo, listen to me.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

He's beating you 'cause you're letting him.

'Cause you're not attacking! You have to go head-on against him.

Like a beast! Kill, Gallardo! Bring out your killer instinct!

[Adrián breathing heavily]

You gotta win.

Either by fighting or doing what I told you, Gallardo.

-Huh? Come on! -[Adrián sighs]

[crowd cheering and applauding]

Come on. Let's go!

[crowd chanting eagerly]

[announcer] Gentlemen!

[Adrián exhales]

-[announcer] Fight! -[bell rings]

-[dramatic music fades] -[Manuel sighs]

It's not very good,

but it's the best we can do right now with what we have.

I'm just not hungry.

Then you might be the only one in Madrid.

Maybe you're coming down with something.

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Though, if you were here for a doctor, you would have said so.

-Amparo… don't overwhelm him. -[Amparo scoffs]

[Pepe] I came to say goodbye.

They're sending me to Teruel, and…

Well, you know how things are there, so…

[somber piano music playing]

Amparo… see if we can spare him some of our food for the road.

[Amparo] Mm-hmm. [clears throat]

-Thanks. -It's nothing.

[somber music building]

I'm the only one they're sending there.

It must be about your situation with that captain.

Sorry, Pepe.

You're paying for covering for me.

I'd do it again.

I don't know why you're important, but if I were you I'd get gone, pronto.

[Manuel sighs]

[Amparo] One of the bottles of brandy your grandfather hid?

Sure.

You saved my life. I'll never forget it.

You have to thank this guy for saving my life in the first place.

Take care of yourself.

Well, saying any more will just jinx it, so salud!

Thank you as well.

It's nothing.

-Bye. -Take care.

[Pepe] Mm-hmm.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[somber piano music fades]

-[match strikes] -[dog barking in distance]

[unsettling music crescendos]

-[bell rings] -[energetic music playing]

[Adrián panting]

That's enough.

As soon as the bell rings, you drive him to the corner.

Goddamn it, you understand?

He's gonna win at this rate. You know what to do.

It's a fucking order!

One you'd better follow, hmm?

-[Adrián exhales] -Come on.

[announcer] Ready.

-[bell rings] -Fight!

[crowd cheering and applauding]

[Adrián grunts]

-[man 1] Yeah! Come on! -[man 2] Hey!

[man 1] Beat him! Yeah! Beat him good!

[both grunting]

-[Navarro groans] -[crowd cheering]

[music grows tense]

[Navarro moaning]

[announcer] One, two, three…

[man] Come on!

[announcer] …four, five, six,

seven, eight,

nine!

-KO! -[bell rings]

-[Falange jeering] -[National Army cheering and applauding]

-[announcer] Winner, Adrián Gallardo! -[National Army goes wild]

[Ochoa exclaiming]

[National Army chanting] Tiger! Tiger! Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!

Tiger! Tiger!

[car engine starts]

[tense music fades]

Hey. What are you do--?

[head thuds against wheel]

-[ominous music playing] -[engine continues running]

[ominous music fades]

Right in the balls.

That son of a bitch hit me right in the goddamn...

[inhales sharply, groans]

[panting]

[ominous music continues]

No luck, even with my sponsorship.

Ah, no. Luck had nothin' to do with this.

[bills rustling]

[Navarro] Let me explain it to you.

We are at war, and defeats are not explained.

They are erased so they don't tarnish the final victory,

which is the only thing that matters.

[ominous music building]

[Navarro] It was rigged.

You saw it.

I had him the entire fight. Come on.

Velasco…

Velasco, I did what you asked.

[Velasco inhales sharply]

You'll have to find another way to redeem your sins, won't you?

[Navarro sighs deeply]

[groans slowly]

[National Army cheering] Tiger! Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!

Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!

Tiger! [cheering wildly]

[ominous music fades]

[door opens]

[National Army cheering] Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!

[Adrián crying softly]

[exhales]

[breathing shakily]

[bucket clatters]

[National Army cheering] Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!

Champions do not cry.

Do cowards cry?

Or a man who is scared and cheats?

Is he allowed to cry?

He is, right?

-[sighs] -[cheering continues outside]

-Do you hear that? -[National Army] Tiger! Tiger!

Listen, Gallardo!

All of that is because of you.

Everyone was rooting for you. Your company, the referee, the judges.

You've given that piece of shit what he deserved.

And you did it for every one of us.

-You're our champion, Gallardo! -[whimsical music playing]

-We're all so proud of you. -[Adrián sighs]

And your grandfather will be too. And not just him.

Even the whole town!

[Adrián breathing shakily]

You've done nothing wrong, Adrián.

Nothing wrong.

No.

-Come on. -[Adrián chuckles]

Get presentable, huh?

The general wants a word.

[Adrián laughs]

[Ochoa yells]

-[whimsical music fades] -[energetic string music playing]

JUNE

J - U - N - E

-[knocking] -[door opens]

[energetic string music fades]

Shall we finish that game?

I need to ask you a favor.

It's the last one.

Are you leaving?

[Manuel sighs]

Pepe's right. I'm not safe here.

So you won't be either.

Or Amparo.

You're not discharged, and I'm still your doctor.

[tense music playing]

I want to tell you who I really am and why I'm here.

In case it all goes wrong.

Rafael Cuesta doesn't exist.

He has never existed.

It's a made-up name.

My actual name is Manuel Arroyo Benítez.

I'm from a village in León.

Our home was really small. It could fit inside that room.

I'm one of eight.

Though I don't even know where they are.

And yes, it's true.

I am a kind of spy.

[tense music fades]

[gentle music playing]

Finally.

[Guillermo] You can't sleep? [sighs]

[Amparo grunts]

Am I grounded?

Should you be?

Yeah.

Why's that?

[Amparo huffs]

You should cuddle with your boyfriend.

What? Did he kick you out of bed?

[Guillermo sighs]

-[gentle music fades] -[Amparo clicks tongue]

This breakfast is miserable. You get hungrier with every bite.

[footsteps fade]

[quietly] Here. You have to send this telegram.

Write exactly what's on the paper.

Everything counts.

And this is even more important.

Don't send it by mail. Leave it at that address.

When they decipher the message, they'll know where to find you.

They'll come to the hospital asking for you.

Lots of people do.

They'll say, "Manolo has suffered a relapse."

That's the secret phrase.

[Guillermo sighs]

Take care of Amparo.

Make up your mind. "Take care" or "be careful"?

Well, first one thing… and then the other.

[footsteps approaching]

[Manuel] So what?

Will you cut my hair?

-Don't get me distracted. -[scissors clipping rapidly]

I don't want to accidentally cut where I shouldn't.

I just want to see how you do it.

You're good at this.

Like nearly everything.

"Nearly everything."

Because lying's not your strong suit.

How would you know?

Well, just for starters, you can't really keep a secret.

I can see it on your face.

Hey, when are you leaving?

You don't miss anything.

Will I have to wake up one day and find you've already left?

I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye first.

Especially to Guillermo.

He's very fond of you.

So am I.

And I hope you are.

Because we both owe him a lot, don't we?

[Amparo gasps]

Guillermo won't let you hang out to dry.

So even if we lose the war, I hope you stand by his side.

Don't know what you're talking about. You're giving me a bruise.

It turns out we're pretty similar.

I also find things out by chance.

[tense music playing]

[whimsical music playing]

-[men shouting indistinctly] -[man 1] Look! There he is!

-[cheering] -[man 2] Champion!

[man 3] Gallardo!

-[man 4] Hi! Welcome! -[man 5] There he is!

[man 6] That's him.

-[man 7] Yeah! -[man 8] There he is!

-[man 9] Champion! -Up you go!

-Whoo! -[man 10] Get him up! Get him up!

Long live the National Army!

[soldiers] Long live!

-[man 11] Champion! -Champion!

[man 12] Champion!

[all cheering]

-[man 13] Hurrah! -[man 14] That's our Gallardo!

-[whimsical music fades] -[footsteps approaching]

-[Amparo humming] -[door lock clicking]

-They found Romero dead. -What?

[Guillermo] Here.

Textbook execution.

Basilio?

Couldn't say.

Whoever it was did us a big favor.

Guillermo! Give me a hand?

Yes.

Are you still leaving?

-[energetic string music playing] -[Guillermo sighs]

MAIN STAIRCASE

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Excuse me. Dr. García, please?

Next door on the right.

[woman, crying] No, it can't be! No!

No! He cannot be! No!

Good morning.

Manolo has suffered a relapse.

There is a car outside.

[Guillermo sighs]

Let's go.

-[woman weeping] -[nurse] I'll take you to her.

[Quintanilla inhales sharply, spits]

Thank you again. You too.

Take care of yourselves.

Especially you, Amparo.

You too, Felipe.

[music grows somber]

-Or whatever your name is. -[Manuel chuckles]

Well…

we'll meet again.

When this is all over.

[Guillermo sniffles]

[Amparo grunts]

[gasps, sobbing]

Why are you crying?

You couldn't wait for him to be gone.

[sighs] Well, it's… [sniffles]

And we won't have to divide the rations among three people anymore.

[Amparo grunts]

It's just... on our own… [sighs]

Not really. We're not on our own.

We won't be on our own anymore.

[breathes deeply]

Guillermo, I am pregnant.

-[sighs] -[tense music playing]

What do you mean, abortion?

But… how could you consider it?

[Guillermo] You can't have it.

There's no food. The hospitals are overcrowded.

-Complications could be fatal. -Are you asking me to murder my son?

-Murder? No. I didn't say that. -[Amparo] You animal!

You are an animal!

I'm just asking that you think about yourself.

-That's it. -I don't care!

What about the poor women who can't go to the doctor?

Can't even eat, but they have their children!

And then only half of them ever make it!

Only half of them even survive! Mothers and children!

We're at war. Don't you get it?

[Amparo sobs]

My love, you have to trust me.

I want to be a mother.

I'm a healthy woman, and I have a doctor who's right next to me.

Besides, this child is lucky that this war only will be won...

[sniffles]

...by his father's or his mother's side.

[sobs]

That child has no father, Amparo.

[somber music playing]

Goddamn bastard!

[sighs]

[somber music building]

[Amparo panting]

[screams]

[continues sobbing]

[Guillermo exhales]

[somber music fades]

[gentle music playing]

-[gentle music fades] -[Guillermo sighs]

My grandparents gave me this.

It's from San Sebastián.

It was my favorite toy when I was a boy.

I could never get rid of it.

[Amparo sighs]

-I'm sorry for what I said. -[Amparo] I know. I know.

[kisses]

[sighs]

If only things were different.

We could've been happy then.

[crying softly]

[sighs, gulps]

We haven't exactly been lucky.

[exhales shakily]

[clears throat]

[romantic music playing]

Let's get married.

[Amparo scoffs]

I'm serious.

You told me to have an abortion.

And now you wanna get married?

[sighs]

[softly] You're crazy.

[Guillermo sighs deeply]

-[music fades] -[distant dogs barking]

[Experta] You're pregnant?

-[Amparo] Mm-hmm. -You picked a hell of a time.

[sighs] Well, what can we do about it now?

It is what it is. [chuckles] You're not gonna congratulate us?

[chuckles softly] Of course.

[Experta and Amparo laugh]

[both exhale]

[Experta sighs]

-[Amparo] May I use the restroom? -It's not in here. It's in the corridor.

[Amparo] Mm. [sighs]

-Right there. -[door opens]

-[door closes] -I know it's crazy, Experta.

But there's no convincing her.

If we're gonna go through with this, she has to eat properly.

We'll need milk, eggs, and--

And some meat or fish too.

-Can you help us get everything we need? -Yes, but it's not going to be cheap.

-[Guillermo sighs] -[Experta] But don't make that face.

I'm sure in that house you have valuables.

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

-Solid silver. -[Experta] Mm-hmm.

We can sell the pieces individually, which will surely get us more money,

but only when we're out of options.

Things like that will sell better.

That's what the mistresses of the smugglers want.

Mm. Leave it to me.

You'll see how quickly I can raise the money.

[dramatic music fades]

[Amparo sighs]

Why didn't you ask for my grandfather's gold?

If we sold one of those ingots, it would bring the police, Amparo.

Besides, the gold is yours.

Do what you want with it after the war.

Don't you want it?

No.

-[utensils clatter] -[slides plate]

But I think I want something else. [chuckles]

And I really, really want it now.

-[Guillermo chuckles] -[gentle music playing]

It's your hormones.

Whatever.

-Look how big my boobs are getting. -[utensils clatter]

[Guillermo sighs] Mm-hmm?

[Amparo] Mm-hmm. And?

[sucks teeth] You have to eat for two.

Before it gets cold.

But we can eat after.

-[clears throat] -[Guillermo sighs]

[romantic music playing]

[Amparo gasps softly, sighs]

[Guillermo kissing]

[Amparo groans]

[both breathing heavily]

[both moaning]

Are you serious?

What?

Us getting married. Were you serious?

I was.

[both laughing]

Yeah, you wouldn't joke about that.

-Of course not. -[Amparo moans]

[both moaning]

Are we doing this for the baby, or are we…

For the baby…

For us…

For everyone.

[both moaning]

[romantic music building]

[guests cheer and applaud]

[Amparo chuckles]

[Experta laughs]

-I'm so glad, Guillermo. -[Guillermo] Thank you.

[Amparo] Thank you.

When life prevails over war, it gives meaning to what we do.

-That's true. -Come on. Let's make a toast.

-Please. -Sure.

Here, this one's yours and…

-To the bride and groom! -Salud.

-Everyone! Toast the bride and groom! -Yes! To us!

To the bride and groom!

We could have gotten so much food for the money we spent today.

-Mm! -Here comes the best part. Yes!

-Yes! -[giggles]

Come along! [laughs]

Congratulations.

-Thanks a lot. -Oh, thanks.

A photographer?

In case something happens.

Then our child can see what we were like on our wedding day, don't you think?

Okay, hold still.

-[Amparo] Mm. -[flash pops]

[music fades]

[dramatic orchestral music playing]