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[Guillermo] Okay. Okay.

-It's okay. Don't scream. -[Amparo screaming]

Get it out of me! I feel like it's tearing me in half!

-[Experta] Shh! -Don't shout!

We're gonna get caught at this rate. Okay, push.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Should someone else be helping?

It's fine. I did this in med school. Push.

Yes, but it wasn't yours!

-Push. -[groaning]

We're almost there. Just a little bit more. Come on.

BASED ON THE PATIENTS OF DOCTOR GARCÍA

-[screaming] You son of a bitch! -[Experta] Shh!

Don't scream.

[screams, sobs]

-[baby crying] -[Amparo exhales deeply]

-[Experta and Guillermo chuckle] -Yeah? The baby?

[crying, laughing]

-[Guillermo continues chuckling] -[Experta cooing] Oh!

Aw! Oh!

[continues crying]

-[baby fussing] -[gasps] What is it?

A boy. He's a beautiful boy.

[Amparo groaning]

-[moans] -[gentle instrumental music playing]

[sighs deeply] Experta.

[weakly] Experta, I want to…

[Experta] Yes. [grunts]

[Amparo] I want to hold him.

-[Guillermo chuckles] -[Experta] Ooh.

-[baby fussing] -[gasps, crying softly]

[Guillermo, gently] Oh. Here you go.

[softly] Oh, my love.

-Oh, my angel. -[baby mewling]

My beautiful angel.

Hey. Hello there.

[sniffles]

[crying softly]

[baby cooing]

[Amparo and Guillermo chuckling]

[dramatic theme music playing]

-[theme music fades] -[baby mewling]

BREAKUP

-Look at him now. [chuckles softly] -[Experta] Hmm.

-He's the picture of health. -[Experta chuckles]

Of course. What'd you expect? His dad's gone out of his way for you.

Well, Experta, you make it sound like I didn't do much.

-[baby coos] -[calming music playing]

-[Experta sighs] -How do you feel?

Like I had been beaten to a pulp in prison.

You'll be fine, Amparo.

-Ay, ay, ay. [kisses] -[Amparo sighs]

Hi.

[both laugh]

It's so unreal.

In these times.

-Another Guillermo's here. -Mm-hmm. Like his father.

-His grandfather. -Mm-hmm.

His great-grandfather.

[Amparo] Mm.

Well, he has to rest now.

You too.

[softly] Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

Be right back.

[gently] No, no, no. Don't cry. Don't cry. [kissing]

There, there, angel.

There, sweet baby. There, there. There.

-[man yelling] -[Guillermo] Easy, easy.

-That's it. Easy. Let's see. -[man crying]

[Guillermo] Just a moment.

[nurse] I'll get it prepared, Doctor.

-Ramón, right? -[Ramón] Mm-hmm.

Ramón, we're gonna have to… We have to amputate your leg.

If we don't, you'll die.

Do you understand?

MONTHS LATER…

[grunting] Mm-hmm. Do whatever you have to.

We don't have anesthesia.

There's not a drop of morphine left in the hospital.

It's gonna hurt. A lot.

But you're gonna pass out. You'll miss the worst of it. I promise.

-[Ramón inhales sharply, sighs] -Okay? Yes?

-Mm-hmm. -Okay. Lie down.

Lie down. Okay, good.

-Uh-huh. -Good. María José, let's go.

[Ramón grunts]

OPERATING ROOM

-[indistinct chatter] -[somber music playing]

Doctor, he's here for you.

What do you need?

Guillermo Medina?

Guillermo García Medina.

Sure, whatever. Manolo wants to talk.

Come on. He's in a hurry.

[tense music playing]

He's there!

[Manuel] Get in.

We're out of time now.

-It's been a while. -[Manuel chuckles]

I almost didn't recognize you.

You didn't meet me at my best, Guillermo.

Although things are actually much worse now.

That's why I'm here.

There's an ID card in there under the name Rafael Cuesta Sánchez.

You know it.

Yeah.

[Manuel] Well, it's yours now.

I filled in everything. Your age, your name.

You're now Rafael Cuesta Sánchez.

An orphan. No parents.

The church where you were baptized burned down in the bombing.

It'll be impossible to verify it.

Just like mine was.

Don't worry. It's exactly like the real ones.

And very soon, they'll replace it.

-And what should I do with this? -It's for survival, Guillermo.

Any hope is vanished.

[somber music playing]

[Manuel] Negrín is convinced that war in Europe is inevitable.

And when it breaks out, he thinks the democracies will take our side.

[Guillermo] Well, they haven't.

[Manuel] The Republic would be on their side. And Franco, on the other.

[Guillermo] What do you think?

It's coming. That's for sure.

Unfortunately, I don't think we can resist until then.

Let's see who wins the war.

But if it's Franco, there'll be retaliation.

What do you mean by that?

Haven't you heard what's been happening since '36?

Since Spain was liberated?

-That's propaganda, though. -I wish it was.

Even right-wing Republicans aren't safe anymore.

I've done nothing wrong. [sighs]

Guillermo, the newspapers called you the Spanish Norman Bethune.

Responsible for saving dozens of Communist soldiers.

There was a photo of you on the front page.

That's enough for your medical license to be revoked.

-To be revoked? Medicine is my life. -Disappear, Guillermo.

And don't trust anyone.

[tense music playing]

-Your lovely refugee-- -My wife.

We have a son.

So it was a boy?

You knew about it?

Listen.

I hope it's nothing. I hope I'm wrong.

I hope it all works out for you. Really, I mean it.

But just in case, inside that envelope, there is a new life, Guillermo.

There's another envelope with foreign currency.

It's not a lot, but its value is secure.

And pretty soon, finding it's gonna be hard.

Why you doin' this?

-[music grows somber] -[Manuel sighs]

I owe you.

Come on. Let's get you back now.

[Guillermo] Can I ask a favor?

-You're the only one I can ask. -I'm listening.

Mm! [kissing]

[gasps] Ah, coochie-coochie-coo!

[gasps playfully, kissing]

-My love. My little angel. -[baby Guillermo coos]

A little angel. Yes, you are.

[gasping playfully]

-[clattering in stairwell] -[baby Guillermo fusses]

[tense music playing]

-[knocking on door] -[doorbell ringing]

Mommy's here. Mommy's here. Don't worry, my love. It's gonna be okay.

[doorbell continues ringing]

[Amparo] Shh. Come here, baby.

-[exhales] -[baby Guillermo mewls]

[pounding on door continues]

[baby Guillermo fusses]

-[tense music swells] -[floorboards creak outside]

[doorbell rings]

[baby Guillermo continues fussing]

[doorbell rings]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

-[tense music fades] -[bells chiming in distance]

[orderly] You can't be in here! Leave, kid.

[boy] I'm not leaving! Move it!

-[orderly] Do you want to get kicked out? -[boy] Get off me! I'm here on a job!

-[orderly grunts] -[boy] This guy knows me!

[Guillermo] Hey, what's goin' on?

What are you doin'? Let go. What's the matter?

It's for you. From Manolo.

[bills rustle]

Fascist asshole!

[groans] You little bastard!

[wrapping paper rustles]

INJECTABLE MORPHINE SOLUTION

[somber music playing]

-[Guillermo] Shh. -[Ramón groans, breathing shakily]

[Guillermo] There.

[groggily] Mother…

[Guillermo] That's it. That's it.

[softly] That's it.

-Now it'll be easier. -[Ramón] Mother…

You're gonna feel better, okay?

[car engine running]

[somber music continues playing]

[door closes]

[car door opens]

What is it?

Nothing. Just…

Just had a rough day at the hospital.

I missed you both so much. [sighs]

[takes a deep breath]

It's about time for his meal.

I got it.

-Come here. Come. Come. -[baby Guillermo mewls]

[Guillermo clicking tongue]

[chuckles]

[kissing]

Mwah.

[clicks tongue, sighs] Over here. Come to Mommy.

-[gasping playfully] Fatty. Come here. -[baby Guillermo crying]

[Amparo] Mm! Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

-[toy rattling] -[Amparo sighs]

Well, at least he's not picky, so…

That's a relief. [chuckles]

And my nipples don't hurt anymore.

And Experta kept saying that, "Oh, it hurts so much at first."

And, "You're such a baby, so I don't know."

But even there, we got lucky.

Oh, there you go! That's it. [gasps]

[chuckles] That's it, baby.

Say goodbye to Daddy.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye, bye-bye.

[sighs]

[envelope rustling]

[clock ticking]

[drawer squeaks open]

[Amparo, playfully] No. No, you can't eat this.

What if Mommy… [gasps]

-[in singsong voice] Um… [giggles] -[footsteps approaching]

Ah! No.

[chuckles] Not this.

-How picturesque are we right now? -They could put you in El Prado.

[somber music fades]

[melancholy piano music playing]

[both breathing heavily]

[melancholy music building]

[Amparo breathing shakily]

-[Guillermo grunting softly] -[Amparo gasps]

[Manuel] I hope it's nothing. I hope I'm wrong.

I hope it all works out for you. Really, I mean it.

But just in case, inside that envelope, there is a new life, Guillermo.

[baby Guillermo crying]

[Manuel] Disappear, Guillermo. And don't trust anyone.

-[music fades] -[baby Guillermo continues crying]

[Guillermo clears throat]

[clicking tongue]

[groggily] What's going on?

It's nothing. Just his diaper.

-No, here. I can do it. -It's okay. I got it.

If I say I'll do it, I'm doing it.

-[tense music playing] -Give him here.

Come to Mommy, my love.

[baby Guillermo fusses]

[whispering] What is it, my love? No. Shh.

[gentle piano music playing]

[grunts softly]

[keys jangle]

[music grows ominous]

[exhales slowly]

MARCH 28, 1939

-[siren wailing] -[indistinct chatter]

[woman 1] What is that?

[crowd clamoring]

[engines roaring overhead]

-[man 1] Bread? Bread? -[woman 1] There's loaves!

-[man 2] Bread? -[woman 2] Let me see.

Let me see, please.

[people clamoring]

-[woman 3] Open it! -[man 3] Open it!

[woman 3] Wait a second.

-[woman 4] What is this bread? -[woman 5] Let me see.

-[excited chatter] -[woman 6] I want one.

-[man 4] Take some. -[woman 7] Oh! Oh!

-[woman 8] Oh! The bread! -[man 5] Oh!

[woman 9] They're dropping bread! Yes!

-[man 6] I got it. -[woman 9] Ah!

[woman 10] Oh my God.

[tense music playing]

NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK, YOU'RE SUFFERING.

IN THE "ONE, GREAT, AND FREE" NATIONAL SPAIN,

THERE'S NO HOME WITHOUT HEAT OR BREAD

At least bread is better than bombs.

-We have to talk. -Should we go to your office?

-[flyer crumpling] -I don't have one anymore!

[flyer rustles on floor]

[tense music fades]

What is it?

[sighs] The National Army is gonna take the hospital this morning.

[unsettling string music playing]

Dr. Arrieta is replacing me.

Arrieta?

Teodoro's father is involved?

He was kind enough to call me at one in the morning just to let me know.

Arrieta? How could…?

Arrieta?

He wasn't the only one who sold us out.

You two get along, though. Med school, wasn't it?

Make no mistake, Guillermo.

He didn't call me to help out an old friend.

He didn't want me to put up a fight.

If you do?

You can't imagine how much it hurts to say this to you.

Take off your coat and leave. [sniffles]

[ominous music playing]

The purge will start as soon as they show up.

Get the fuck out of here.

That's an order.

[ominous music swells]

[gasps, quietly] Leave now.

[Quintanilla sighs]

[grunts]

[somber piano music playing]

[breathing shakily]

[indistinct chatter]

[somber music fades]

-[gun fires] -[wings flapping]

-[man] You fucking murderers! -Watch your hands, guys.

He shit his pants! [laughs]

[man] You fucking Fascists! Get your fuckin' hands off me!

[melancholy string music playing, fades]

[distant crowd clamoring]

[baby Guillermo crying]

[mournful violin music playing]

[baby Guillermo's cries echoing]

[car door slams, echoes]

[violin music intensifies]

[music fades]

[panting]

[somber violin music resumes]

[Guillermo grunts]

I'M SO SORRY, GUILLERMO. I DIDN'T WANT TO…

[sighs softly]

[music fades out slowly]

[breathing shakily]

[clock ticking]

[haunting piano music playing]

[sighs]

[music ends abruptly]

[rapid footsteps descending stairs]

-[horn honks] -[man 1 shouting on loudspeaker]

[both] All hail Spain.

[man 2] Long live Franco!

[man 3] Long live Franco!

[woman and man 4] All hail Spain!

-[man 4] Hail Spain! -[man 5] Death to the Reds.

[man 4 cheering] Bravo! Bravo!

[cheering indistinctly]

Cheers! Bravo!

Second floor on the left. I want him alive. Get in.

[man 6] Let's go. Move in! Move, move, move!

Don't let him get away!

[drill whirring]

[indistinct chatter]

[man 1] What? Goin' on your honeymoon?

[gasps] Stop, stop!

He didn't do anything!

Don't hit him!

-Don't hit him, please! -[man 2] Hey!

[woman] Don't hit him anymore! He hasn't done anything! Please!

-You're going to kill him! -Be fucking quiet!

[woman] Please stop!

[man 1] Red bitch!

You stay quiet now.

That's enough.

He's calmed down.

Let's go. Put them in the truck.

No! No! No!

No, no! Please.

[groaning] No.

[woman sobbing]

[tense music playing]

-[dogs barking] -[baby crying in distance]

[music grows somber]

[doorbell rings]

[door unlocks]

Why are you here?

-Where could I go? -Well, for now, at least, come in.

[somber music fades slowly]

-[sighs] That's the best I can do now. -You didn't have to, Experta.

Don't worry about your belongings.

-I'll get them, and then we-- -Thank you.

So much.

[Experta sighs]

It's really awful, what Miss Amparo… did to you.

You are so young.

And she…

[grunts, sighs]

People don't change.

She's always been this way, even as a little girl. Remember?

Whereas you, Dr. Guillermo, you are a good man.

And that's why you can't see that other people…

-[sighs] -[shakily] I'm not Guillermo anymore.

Now I'm Rafael Cuesta.

-[somber violin music playing] -[gasps softly]

Where will you live?

I don't know.

An acquaintance of mine has a room available.

They may be full up

because so many people came in from the towns, but…

but mention me, and she'll sort you out.

I'll get the address.

Thank you very much.

You have to keep a low profile.

[Guillermo sniffles, exhales]

I don't regret a thing, Experta.

[door opens]

Please come this way.

As you see, we're full.

But I do have one room left.

It's a little small, but… for one, it's just fine.

[sighs]

You don't have any more luggage?

No.

Well, all the better.

You can't even imagine what those peasants brought here.

Chickens, rabbits. Even a goat.

Everything they have. Just like me.

Hmm. Well, I'm sorry, but this is a guesthouse, not a farm.

Dinner is at nine o'clock.

-[sighs] -[door closes]

[somber piano music playing]

[sighs]

[music fades]

SEPTEMBER 1939

-[birds singing] -[whimsical music playing]

[doorbell buzzes]

[Ochoa] Adrián Gallardo.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Stand at ease, damn it. We're civilians now.

Why don't you have a seat? I'll bring you something to drink.

Look at me. What winning a war gets you.

I had no idea.

I fell ill, and they didn't know why.

Was it a fever? Is it my spine?

[sighs] Anyway, how did you find me?

I asked at the ministry.

-Well, I don't know what you need, but… -[Adrián] I've come for advice.

I wanna box again.

As a professional.

And that's why I'm in Madrid.

I'm sure that… you know where to look for someone to train me.

And you've thought this through?

I'm strong, and I can throw a punch. You know.

I do. I remember, Gallardo.

But I also know that you lack technique.

With practice, I can learn that.

I'm willing to train as much as it takes to get better.

[chuckles softly]

There's a legionnaire.

I don't even know his name, but everyone calls him Pirulo.

-Pirulo. Pirulo. -[Ochoa] That's it.

He lives by the rail yard on Barbieri. You know where that is?

I'll show you.

Could you bring a pen and a piece of paper?

Sure. Enjoy.

I'll write a letter of recommendation.

[grunts softly]

-[punch lands] -[both panting]

[Adrián grunting]

Okay, stop, Marcelino. Stop, stop. Come here, you. Come here.

-You're an ox, boy. Huh? -[Adrián grunts]

Because you don't have feet. You have hooves.

I've seen elephants that move quicker than you.

Did the captain ever say that?

No, sir. He didn't.

And you want to be a professional boxer, right?

Well, keep dreaming, buddy. Good luck.

Go on. Get outta here. Get out.

Sir! Sir!

Sir! I swear I'm gonna follow all your advice to the letter.

I'll train until I pass out. I promise you.

-Please trust me, Mr. Pirulo. -And cut the "sir" shit, would you?

All you have is your strength.

That's not good enough for a professional boxer, is it?

Please, I… I'll do anything.

-[whimsical music playing] -I'm gonna give you just three months.

Only because you came recommended.

And after that, if you're still trash, you're out.

-To hell with you, get it? -Mm-hm.

-Got it? Get in the ring. Quickly. -I will. Okay.

-Come on. -[Adrián] Yes.

Marcelino, make him move. Come on. Hit hard.

-Come on! Come on! -[Adrián grunting]

[whimsical music fades]

TRANSPORTATION - MOVER - ELECTRICIAN

[Guillermo] "La Meridiana Transport will soon reopen after the victory

of our glorious National Army."

"Agents needed for the national

and international transport departments as soon as possible."

"Languages essential."

-Hmm. -[somber orchestral music playing]

LA MERIDIANA TRANSPORT COMPANY

FAST, SECURE, RELIABLE

All right.

Who can speak a foreign language here?

And two?

Come.

LA MERIDIANA TRANSPORT COMPANY

[Gabino] Rafael Cuesta Sánchez.

Say something in another language.

[Guillermo clears throat, reciting poem in French]

[continues reciting poem]

And what's that?

-It's French. -Well, I gathered as much.

A poem by Paul Verlaine.

Ah.

Something else?

[speaking German]

-Another poem, right? -Nietzsche.

Right.

I can write business correspondence in both languages.

Rafael Cuesta Sánchez.

Of Talavera.

You're not a Red, are you?

No disrespect, but uh… as you speak so well, and…

and the Reds were the only ones who cared about speaking other languages…

No, no, my father worked at Hispano-Suiza, and he insisted that we learned--

Ah, it's okay. You don't have to tell me your life story.

We need bilingual staff as much as we need food here.

The position's yours.

Thanks.

If you want, you can start right away and get acquainted with the paperwork.

But of course…

[chuckles] …you'll only get half a day's pay for today.

-What do you think? -Perfect.

[Gabino clears throat]

Ofelia.

-Yes, Don Gabino. -This is Mr. Rafael Cuesta.

As of today, he's working here. Would you show him to his work area?

Please follow me.

Please.

[stirring orchestral music playing]

[Adrián panting]

Arms up, Gallardo! Higher, dammit!

Marcelino, smash his face so he starts covering.

Hurry. Quickly. Show him no mercy.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

Come on!

I want more movement.

That's it, that's it! Come on, come on, come on!

[Adrián grunting]

Stop, Marcelino. Stop, stop, stop. Go and train with Jacinto.

C'mon. Buddy, buddy, stop. Dry your sweat.

[Adrián sighs]

-How are you? Good? -[Adrián grunts]

How long have you been coming here?

I don't care. It doesn't matter. Fuck it.

So let's see. Your thing is strength, you know that?

You don't have technique,

and you're not gonna have it in your entire fuckin' life.

So what do you do? Look at me.

When you get in the ring, as soon as you see the opponent, start punching.

You punch as hard as you fuckin' can, okay?

You get it? Understood? Don't think.

-Whatever you say. -Okay. Why am I telling you this?

There's this brat, a boxer, who wants someone to spar.

You get it? If you want, I can get you a match.

Only if you want, okay?

This kid, he… he's a contender for the county heavyweight title.

Uh, you know what that is, right?

I'm aiming higher.

Mm, good.

Do you think that you're capable of getting into a ring… and fighting?

I'm asking if you're capable of fighting.

Not winning. That's impossible for you.

-What do you think? -Mm-hmm. Absolutely.

But on one condition.

Announce me as the Tiger of Treviño.

Hmm, sure. Well, you're definitely not very original, kid, are you?

Who cares? Whatever. Come on. All right. Start hitting the bag. Come on.

I'm with you. Come on. Have some balls. Come on. Come on!

Come on. That's how girls hit.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

[excited chatter]

Listen. His left side is weak, so that's where I want you to pummel him, huh?

Got it? All right, Tiger. Let's go. Come on. Come on.

[tense music playing]

[man 1] Yeah!

-[man 2] Here we go! -[man 3] Let's go!

-[man 2] Come on! Let's go! -[Pirulo] All right. Crush him, huh?

-Crush him! -[bell rings]

[Pirulo] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

[crowd clamoring excitedly]

[Adrián grunts]

[man 4] Let's go!

[referee] …two, three, four, five,

six,

seven, eight.

-Nine… -Hurry! Come on!

-[referee] And ten! -Hey! What the hell?

[referee] The winner!

-The Tiger of Treviño! -[crowd shouting]

[Adrián grunts]

Come over here!

Come on, come on, come on, Tiger!

All right!

Call an ambulance, you stupid bastards!

Look at that, there.

[man 6] Hey, you! Back here. You come over here.

[man 7] Come on, Tiger!

[indistinct chatter]

-Thank you, Julián. -You're welcome.

[Pirulo chewing loudly]

Go ahead and eat. You earned it. Tiger, come on. Chin up, chin up!

Listen.

You're gonna take three days off now, okay?

But take it easy.

Fuck all you want, okay?

But no smoking or drinking at all. Understood?

Hey. Understood?

[Adrián sighs]

You mind explaining to me, in words, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Hmm?

-The guy that I fought. -What?

He's worse than Navarro.

He was, wasn't he?

Well, look, uh…

As a fighter, yeah. What can I say?

However, as a human being,

Navarro's the worst motherfucker I know of.

Eh, maybe some Moor is worse, but I mean…

Imagine what kind of sick fuck he is that they don't even want his ass in jail.

That's why he's out.

-He was in jail? -You're goddamn sure he was.

He got into politics to make money and all that shit.

And 'cause he's an asshole, he landed in there.

Does he still box?

No idea.

Since you brought it up,

did you really… Did you really knock him out in Bilbao?

-Hmm? -Ask around. The house was packed.

[Pirulo] Come on, kid.

That's not what I… I mean, how did you…

Was it a clean hit, or was there some, uh--

I said I knocked him out!

[tense piano music playing]

Well, that's fucking great.

You know what?

I gotta piss. [sniffles]

Come on. Chin up.

[tense piano music fades]

[Pirulo] Come on. Dodge, dodge. That's it, dodge.

Dodge. Use your knees. Come on.

Dodge, dodge!

What the fuck are you doing? Don't hit him, boy!

[under breath] This kid is gonna drive me crazy.

Come on, come on, come on. Dodge, dodge, dodge.

Come on. Come on, Tiger. Come on.

Dodge, dodge. Come on, come on, good.

Nice, nice. Make it nice. Come on!

Knees! Bend your knees, you idiot. You're gonna hurt them. Come on.

That's it! Dodge, dodge. Come on, come on.

I wanna go home to see my girlfriend.

Come on, come on.

I don't wanna be stuck here with you assholes.

Come on. Make it nice. Make it fun for me!

I like what I'm seeing, Tiger.

I really like what I'm seeing.

You see, at the beginning, when you first arrived,

all you had was strength, but now you have a bit of technique too.

Just enough to not get killed in the ring.

-I owe it all to you. -Come on. Cut that sappy shit.

Listen, you wanna go far?

You know I do.

Well then, I wanna see you work your ass off.

I don't wanna have to go to your grave

after the day of the championship to bring you flowers.

What championship?

The Spanish Championship, Gallardo.

Against who?

-Oñate. -The champion?

Of course. He's the champion, isn't he?

-Is he better than Navarro? -Oh God.

You're like a fucking broken record, I swear.

But is he better?

Just stop talking about Navarro, for fuck's sake!

What you need to do is focus. Do you understand?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

What you have to do is finish the fight on your feet.

That's a victory.

And if you can hit him with a right jab and knock him down, even better.

So cut the shit, okay?

What, are you getting scared?

-No! I'm not scared of anyone. -Well, you should start, then.

Because it's fear that makes you a champion.

Not courage.

Look me in the eye.

What is it? Will you fight? Yes or no?

Come on, kid.

Is that a yes?

There we go. C'mon, c'mon.

Let's go. Smile, dammit. C'mon.

You can handle anything.

[indistinct chatter]

[somber music playing]

SPANISH MEDICAL JOURNAL

THE MAN WHO SCARES DEATH AWAY

[knocking on door]

One minute.

[somber music fades]

You don't have to be embarrassed, Mr. Cuesta.

I've seen it all and more at my age.

[sighs]

Loneliness… can be hard. Tell me about it.

And with you being so young and handsome…

Anyway, dinner is in ten minutes. Don't be late.

Thank you.

-[somber music resumes] -[door closes]

[Guillermo sighs]

[music fades out]

-[lighter clicks] -[excited chatter]

SPANISH CHAMPIONSHIP FINAL OÑATE VS. THE TREVIÑO TIGER

[Pirulo] Come on, Tiger. Focus. Come on. Let's go.

-Is he here? -Who?

Navarro.

[groans] Fucking Navarro! Forget about him and focus!

He must be in Seville, fucking around.

Who cares? Come on, come on! Focus, Gallardo!

Come on! Come on, get up!

Hey.

[Pirulo] Come on. Let's go!

[crowd cheering]

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight's fight!

Where the current Spanish heavyweight champion, Agustín Oñate…

[crowd cheers]

…will defend the title against the challenger, Adrián Gallardo,

the Tiger of Treviño!

[crowd boos and jeers]

[tense music playing]

[man 1] Go, Oñate! Oñate!

-[bell dings] -[Pirulo] Move, move, move, move!

Against the ropes, dammit. The ropes, Adrián!

Put your hands up! Put your hands up! Up, up, up!

-[camera shutter clicks] -[Navarro, echoing] You're a fraud!

What the fuck you got your hands for, huh? Tiger!

-[Navarro] You fucking coward! -[high-pitched ringing]

Nothin' but a fraud.

[dramatic piano music playing]

[ringing cuts out]

Punch him! Punch, damn you!

[background sounds fade]

[blows echoing]

-[sounds distort] -[crowd roars]

[bell rings]

[high-pitched ringing resumes]

[echoing] One, two,

three…

[Navarro] What now?

Cheating bastard.

What now, cheater?

[referee, echoing] …seven,

eight,

nine…

-KO! -[bell rings]

[crowd cheering]

[high-pitched ringing intensifies]

[Pirulo] If I said that you could win, it's because you could.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to the fight.

What the hell were you thinking, kid? Where was your head at, huh?

You don't focus, you're not where you need to be,

you're not gonna win in your life!

-I'm sorry. -"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I just watched a one-sided ass-kicking, and that's all you've got to say?

What happened? You saw Oñate, and he scared the shit out of you?

Is that what happened? Every boxer gets scared, Gallardo.

So you should come to me,

and I'll tell you to do this or do that or whatever the fuck!

-You couldn't understand. -Well, explain it, then, damn it!

Adrián!

Come back here.

You need to train, Adrián!

You need to get your head together and focus!

[somber music playing]

[music fades out]

[Adrián] Another drink.

Last one, and you head out, champ.

Champ, my fucking ass.

That's not enough for this.

[Adrián sighs]

Cheaper, then.

[tense music playing]

BLUE DIVISION

-[Adrián] That's him. -[Ochoa] Oh.

Our friend Navarro.

Well, he's doing something right, huh?

Did you know he was in jail?

No.

I don't even care.

I got my own prison.

We have to fight Communism, and where better than Russia?

Shit!

[sighs] If only my legs…

I'm gonna go, Captain.

[stirring orchestral music playing]

Good, Adrián. Very good.

Go for me.

But come back, my son.

Come back safe.

JULY 1941

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music playing]

[Clara] Compatriots!

Very recent is the memory of the martyrdom suffered at the hands of Communism.

How could the führer's offensive against the Bolshevik beast

not inflame our blood as well?

Who doubts that we would readily unite in our courage

to that of the brave brothers who fight the beast in its den?

You are leaving, armed with all your rancor,

for the most sacred mission, that of revenge!

Russia should perish!

Death to Russia!

[cheering]

You have been called to write

in a divine page of history in letters of gold and blood.

Know that you have the full support and admiration of the Falange as a whole

and of the female section, in particular.

With the joy with which we bid you farewell today,

we will welcome you when you return triumphant.

[excited chatter]

[tense music fades]

Hey, you serve the food.

I'll go collect.

-Compatriots. -Here.

-[coin clatters] -Thank you.

Sure thing.

-[coin clatters] -Thank you, soldier.

-Amparito. So glad you made it here. -Clara.

[chuckles] I couldn't miss this.

Oh, you wouldn't believe the excuses some make.

-[Amparo] Mm. -How's your child?

[tense music resumes]

Doing phenomenal. He's with the neighbors.

You see? That's what I was saying. You're really committed.

-[Amparo] Mm. -How old is he now?

Well, he's turning three soon.

Marvelous. He's getting big?

Yes. He's so handsome.

The words of a mother. [chuckles]

And you're doing okay?

Well, thanks to you, it's actually great.

Truly. You really helped us out.

My pleasure, Amparo. You've suffered long enough.

-[Amparo] Mm. -Well, look.

I'm glad to see you because I wanted to ask,

what are you doing with the apartment?

[takes a deep breath] Well, uh, I don't know.

I don't know. It's hard to go back to it.

-There's… a lot of memories. -And not all of them good.

-[Amparo] Hmm. -Not all of them good.

Well, if you decide to sell it, let me know.

I can find a good buyer.

[clicks tongue] Okay.

-But come to me first, okay? -[laughs] Of course.

As I said.

Anything that you may need.

Now it's time… to say goodbye to the troops.

[Amparo] All right.

[upbeat march playing on speakers]

[sighs]

[exhales deeply]

[march continues playing]

All hail Spain, compatriots!

All hail Spain!

-Take care. -You'll be all right.

-Come on. -Take care, son.

[volunteer] Soldier, keep the sacred heart close to your chest.

He will protect you.

Soldier, be safe out there.

You should come with me, sweetheart. I hear the nights are cold.

[Amparo and soldier laugh]

[Amparo] Compatriot. Here.

The heart of Jesus.

I keep mine with me.

[kisses] For another.

Go with God.

[sighs deeply]

[train whistle blows]

[march continues playing over speakers]

[excited chatter]

[ominous music playing]

[train whistle blows]

[woman crying]

[sobbing]

[Clara and soldiers speaking indistinctly]

LA MERIDIANA TRANSPORT COMPANY

Good night, Ofelia.

Good night, Don Rafael. Have a good rest.

-See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

Let's see.

[unsettling music playing]

[Guillermo exhales slowly]

[unsettling music intensifies]

[music fades out]

[dramatic orchestral music playing]