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MADRID, SPAIN SPRING 1947

I suspected that you'd have to give up

pretty much everything to be able to start over.

[gentle music playing]

But I knew chess, you couldn't.

You know, I searched through all the chess clubs in the city

until I found you.

I'm very glad you made the effort.

[Manuel sighs]

Why are you here, though?

[music grows somber]

Is there someplace we can talk alone?

[dramatic theme music playing]

[theme music fades]

UNITED

[birds singing]

As lonely as I remember it.

[Guillermo] More.

Even couples don't come here, in case they get reported.

[Manuel chuckles]

This New Spain of yours is truly magnificent. [scoffs]

Why did you risk coming back here?

It has to be important.

[somber music playing]

There's a network that provides shelter for Nazis.

It's run by Clara Stauffer.

-Heard of her? -Mm. She's that athlete. Yeah.

Well, she's a Nazi and a Falangist.

And she's well-connected.

She uses those connections to operate.

And you're tryin' to do what?

I'm trying to expose Franco's connection to the Nazis.

Prove that, in Spain, they're roaming free with the blessing of the authorities.

I'll show the world and expose it.

And the Allies will be forced to act or be seen as cowards.

And how will you pull this off?

I'll impersonate a Nazi fugitive.

[scoffs]

-There is no way. -There is.

The United Nations won't support Franco's overthrow without a good motive.

We're not alone, Guillermo.

The Americans are backing the operation.

And this time, they're serious.

-That's hard to believe. -Trust me.

But first, I gotta get to Stauffer.

Want to help me?

[chuckles] Of course I want to.

And you're in luck 'cause I happen to know someone who hates Clara Stauffer.

[Manuel chuckles]

Give me a fuckin' hug, then. What are we, Swiss?

[somber music fades]

[indistinct, hushed prayer]

[gentle music playing]

Don't look at me like that.

I preferred the way you looked at me when we spent our afternoons together.

You ever miss it?

[scoffs]

[takes a deep breath]

So what's this about, then?

[Guillermo exhales]

You once told me that the only thing that kept you going was revenge.

I'll help you take down Clara Stauffer.

We have a real shot at her without taking any risk.

All I need is some information… about her friends.

This is about the Germans, no?

Yeah.

Recently, Clarita has been asking for many favors.

Even from Esteban.

She finds them work and a place.

Could you introduce us?

No. She'd get suspicious.

-But you know people she trusts, right? -Yes.

The Female Section, especially.

[sighs]

You'll make her suffer?

I hope so.

I come here Thursday at this time.

[Guillermo] Geni.

Of course I remember those afternoons.

-Every day I think of calling you-- -No.

You shouldn't do that, Rafael.

-My children… -[sighs] Right.

It's not only revenge, then.

[Geni chuckles]

Of course not.

[somber music playing]

[Guillermo sighs]

Ante Pavelic isn't just anyone.

He has done a lot for us. We owe him for Croatia.

The Church would rather have him gone as soon as possible.

The Church has done enough.

How long have they been hiding him there in Rome?

Bring him here without drawing any attention.

Him, his family, and a security detail.

I'll make sure he gets the proper treatment.

Very well. And now, if you will excuse me, I'll head home.

I don't really feel like having dessert.

Good night. Rest well, Bam.

Good night.

[Bam] Uh…

[footsteps fading]

How long have you known him for?

[Clara] Since 1938, when he arrived in Burgos.

What is it that you don't trust?

Is it his illness?

We can't all have your vitality, Otto.

[chuckles] You can.

Lazar is weak.

He's far too feeble… to fly alone, his preferred method.

Having initiative is a virtue.

I agree, but only for the Reich.

Not for his personal interests.

I don't think Bam--

Don't take it too literally, Clarita.

[scoffs]

Lazar is a valuable resource.

And I am genuinely amazed at his ability to stay afloat.

How else is he the chief… of press of the embassy in Spain

as a Jew?

[chuckles softly]

You're bad, Otto.

[chuckles]

[Meg] So you're the one who saved Manuel's life?

[Guillermo] Only so he could keep getting into trouble.

Well, I had nothin' better to do.

You seem like peas in a pod.

I know I can get us to Clara Stauffer. What happens next?

She's not our target. We're actually after Franco.

And in these files, we'll find the perfect identity

to pass off as a Nazi fugitive.

You don't look like one, though.

Thanks.

[sighs] You're going to have to move from the hotel you're staying at, Peter Louzán.

Hmm, sure.

-You can stay here with me if you want. -Hmm.

-I should head out. -Yes.

-Yeah, yeah, sure. -Yes. Yes, we have a lot of work to do.

We're gonna spend the whole night going through all that paperwork.

-Good luck. -[Meg] Good night.

[energetic instrumental music playing]

-Shall we? -Mm-hmm.

AFFILIATION

PERSONAL FILE

SPANISH VOLUNTEER DIVISION

[Guillermo sighs]

[Manuel reading aloud under breath]

[Meg] Hmm?

[Manuel sighs deeply]

-Good night. -[sniffles]

-[music fades] -[church bells ringing]

I think I've found something.

This is the file of an officer of the SS.

-Captain Ernst Kleiber. -Mm-hmm?

He shot prisoners at a concentration camp in Estonia to leave no witnesses.

But Kleiber escaped the gallows by ratting out his collaborators.

His accomplices.

And that's what gets us here.

He mentions a Spanish Blue Division soldier.

A man that was very efficient. He was a former boxer.

So efficient that word got around. They called him "the Spaniard of Kleiber."

His name?

Adrián Gallardo.

Reported missing, he was one of the last defenders of Berlin.

And no one's heard from him since.

-So he disappeared. -Mm-hmm.

Then this can work.

-It says he was a boxer? -Mm-hmm.

Then we can start with that.

[Manuel sighs]

BERLIN, GERMANY SOVIET ZONE

[somber music playing]

[soldier, in Russian] Get up. Come with me!

[door unlocks]

[Adrián coughs]

[sniffles]

[breathing shakily]

[woman sighs]

[in English] Mr. Navarro, you have no idea how long it took to get this meeting.

The Spanish authorities are doing their best

to have you and your compatriots released from here.

Unfortunately, the process is slow, and it will take some time.

What will happen to me?

They haven't charged you, so for now, you will be treated as a prisoner of war.

-Will I be sent to Russia? -That is what we're trying to avoid.

More than anything else.

If someone could intercede on your behalf.

If they reclaimed you from Spain.

-Then I could reach out-- -There's no one.

[woman] Excuse me?

There is no one. I don't have anyone!

[woman] Alfonso.

May I call you Alfonso?

-[Adrián] Mm-hmm. [grunts] -[woman] You're not alone.

I will personally see to it that you are not deported to Russia.

[somber music fades]

[gentle music playing]

[Guillermo sighs]

You look handsome, Rafael.

It's a shame.

A shame? Why?

Because you and I can never be friends.

Only friends.

That's why.

[Geni sighs]

Those are the people that she trusts.

Win over anyone on that list, and you'll have won over Clara.

[takes a deep breath]

Mm.

[sighs deeply]

[footsteps fade]

[gentle music building]

[doorbell rings]

-[Clara] Amparito. -Clara.

[Clara] Come in.

[Clara] Some friends in Brazil sent it over.

You're gonna love how delicate it is.

[woman, in German accent] If you need anything.

Thank you, Ingrid.

-Isn't it special? -Mm!

Wow, it's… it's the best I ever had.

So… what did you want to talk to me about?

The reason I called you here…

Well, you're a compatriot. Someone I trust.

And because I regard you as my friend.

[chuckles] So do I, Clara. You know that.

-Otherwise, I wouldn't ask this of you. -Mm-hmm.

Your grandfather's apartment is still empty, isn't it?

[clicks tongue] Yes. For the moment, it is, but--

Would you let us use it for some time?

Clara… you've helped me so much, and I'm truly thankful.

-But that apartment-- -I would never ask you to do it for free.

Of course I wouldn't.

But what would you do with it?

An illustrious guest of ours is going to visit with his family.

And I know he would feel comfortable in your grandfather's apartment.

-And how long will he be staying there? -Oh, it'll just be a few months.

The truth is… [scoffs]

…I don't feel comfortable having a stranger in my--

-[Clara] Amparito. -[tense music playing]

How could I refuse my Clara? [chuckles]

-I would feel so ashamed after-- -Well, then it's settled.

Ingrid will be in touch to arrange the fee.

It'll help you.

We don't want to bother you, so just give us the key.

We'll take care of everything.

You'll see.

One day, in that same living room, you'll tell your grandchildren

that you had a great man as a tenant.

[Amparo] Mm.

[Clara sighs]

[tense music fades]

-[birds singing] -[indistinct chatter]

[Manuel] Amparo Priego Martínez. [scoffs]

The mother of your son.

It's a small world, isn't it?

Have you kept in touch?

[sighs] No.

Will she cooperate?

I'll make her cooperate.

[somber music playing]

[somber music fades]

[Experta] I found a job working for the owner of a dairy farm.

He doesn't pay very well, but I have plenty of fresh milk.

Thank you. I'm glad you're holding up.

[chuckles] I try to get by. Like everyone else.

They miss you at the boardinghouse.

I found a place. The rent's higher, but I prefer it.

So are you here to pick up your things?

-No, I'm here for a favor. -Ah.

I need to find Amparo.

[melancholy music playing]

It won't do either of you any good to stir up the past, dear Guillermo.

You're absolutely right, Experta.

Just her knowing about me is a big risk.

I know.

But this is important. It has nothing to do with the past.

Experta.

You know where she is, don't you?

Our Amparo Priego Martínez couldn't even fry an egg.

How often does she come here asking you for help? Hmm?

[chuckles]

You know her well.

She can't do anything without help.

How important is it?

[melancholy music fades]

[Meg] I had a hard time finding his name in the press from then.

[Manuel] Mm.

That's weird. I thought he was a champion.

Mm, but he never really was.

Adrián Gallardo fought in the Spanish Championship in '41,

but he was beaten.

-And after that, nothing. -Well, he went to Russia.

[Meg] Mm-hmm.

He called himself the Tiger of Treviño. [scoffs]

The Tiger?

What weight class?

[Meg] Heavyweight.

I'm not big enough.

Well, he's been on the run this whole time.

Running from the Reds and starving as well.

We have to investigate more.

Mm, I'd kind of rather investigate you right now, chamaquito.

-Mm. -We need more information. [sighs]

I found his trainer.

I'll go tomorrow.

[Pirulo] Come on!

What is this? Come on!

I need to see you sweat. I don't see you sweating.

We got company here.

-Excuse me. I interrupted you. -Yes, yes.

Uh, so we're currently trying to make a book

with portraits of the fallen of the Blue Division.

Oh, was the Tiger declared dead?

Of the fallen and the missing.

-Oh. -And there's no news of Adrián Gallardo.

Well, he hasn't come back here.

Mm-hmm? Well, you were his trainer.

Is that right? What was he like?

Man, I… I'm not Socrates.

But the Tiger, he was a brute.

Tough as an ox.

-He was going to be a champion, wasn't he? -[Pirulo] Well, if you say so. [chuckles]

What happened was that he blew it because he was a featherbrain.

He got too into his own head.

-That's no good for a boxer. -[Meg] Mm.

Does he have a family?

Well, not that I knew of.

What I do know is that he was a strange one.

Always boasting about Treviño.

But I don't think he even visited Treviño.

He did have one friend named Ochoa.

He was a captain in the war.

Hmm. But I mean, uh…

Ah. Captain Ochoa?

-Yes. Antonio Ochoa. -[Meg] Mm.

I saw him pretty recently, and we talked about the Tiger.

He doesn't really know what happened either.

Were they very close?

If he came back, he would've been the first one he would've gone to see.

He admired him. Here.

I found something you might find interesting.

Look. Huh?

The poster of a fight. That should help out, right?

-Thank you. This is great. -Great. I'll walk you out.

-Yeah, sure. -Come on, guys! Keep working! Come on!

Come on! I don't want to repeat myself.

Let's go!

[somber music playing]

[Meg] He didn't even write to Ochoa when he left.

-He told me on the phone. -I don't look like him.

Well, that would be a hell of a coincidence if you did.

[Manuel sighs]

Adrián Gallardo,

a Fascist war criminal who goes missing,

returns to Madrid after escaping from the Russians.

And all the hardships he faced.

Sounds good.

And we haven't found anything better.

All right. Mm-hmm.

We have to tell your cuate.

-Looks like I'll have to get in shape. -Well, you shouldn't worry about it.

'Cause you have me.

We'll figure out some way for you to get some exercise.

-[Manuel] Mm. -[Meg] Hmm.

[Manuel moaning softly]

[clergy and penitents chanting in Latin]

[church bells ringing in distance]

Wear that to remember the new hope of Jesus's resurrection and his love.

Thank you.

[tense music playing]

[chanting fades slowly]

Pardon.

[melancholy string music playing]

[Amparo gasps]

Benigna! I forgot to turn the stove off.

-Can you stay with him? -Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

-Sure. Hurry up. -Here. Go with her, sweetheart.

-It'll only take a second. [kisses] -I'll stay with him. Come.

[scoffs]

Why are you here, Guillermo?

I'm no longer Guillermo. Come.

-Let go of me. -Hey. It's for your own good.

I'll scream.

-[Amparo sighs, grunts] -Get in here.

[tense music playing]

-Stay here. -[grunting]

Stop! Stay still. Listen to me.

[both panting]

I need you to do something.

No. Everyone wants something.

You're not gonna get shit. You're not gonna boss me around.

I'll scream right now. I'll call the guards here, and you'll--

Scream as loud as you want. Go ahead. Go ahead. Scream.

You scream.

Scream as loud as you fuckin' want.

[grunts, sighs]

How would your friends feel

if they knew you hid out the war with a Red? Hmm?

That you had a child with him?

-I also kept the certificates. -Good for you. Congratulations.

Damn it, Amparo. You were so clever.

Why would you leave that evidence instead of taking it, huh?

I left it for you, Guillermo.

I never figured that you would use it against me.

No, not this honorable person, huh?

You don't even look like a Red.

[quietly] Well, you can't trust anyone these days.

[sighs] What is it?

[tense music fades]

[Amparo] Come in.

[sighs]

Well, then?

You're not even gonna offer me some water?

When did you lose your manners?

[Amparo sighs]

-You remember Felipe Ballesteros? -Mm-hmm.

-The spy? -Yeah. That wasn't his real name.

And yes, he was from the Fifth Column.

Then the Blue Division.

And in Russia, he did some things, and now he's on the run.

What kind of things?

You wanna have nightmares?

[laughs]

He needs to get out of here.

And he found out that Clara Stauffer can help him, but he doesn't know her.

[unsettling violin music playing]

So, all this fuss was… for him to meet her, then?

Ah. And here, I thought you came for revenge.

For losing your child.

Look, Amparo.

To take a child away from his father is one of the worst things you can do.

We're not done. Not by a long shot.

-But I'm glad Guillermo is fine. -His name isn't Guillermo.

And him being fine? All thanks to God.

And some favors.

All thanks to God and some favors, huh?

And the gold I kept for you, right?

[inhales sharply, clicks tongue]

Set it up.

And you better do it quick.

I'll be waiting here every Tuesday and Thursday at 7:00 p.m.

And if I don't show up, leave a message.

-Who should I address? -Cuesta.

Rafael Cuesta.

Wait a minute, Mr. Cuesta.

Isn't there something else?

Don't you want payback for… for everything I did?

[somber music playing]

I know one way to get even.

[music fades]

-[somber string music playing] -[both grunting and breathing heavily]

[Amparo moaning]

[Guillermo moans]

[both panting]

[music fades out]

[Guillermo groans]

[sighs, sniffles]

Did you report me?

I didn't have to, idiot.

[sighs]

Why not?

I really have to explain it to you?

[Guillermo clicks tongue]

You were a marked man, Guillermo.

What did you think?

And I… I… I had an opportunity to start a new life with my child.

If I left without

looking back, that is.

It wasn't easy.

You may think it was, but it wasn't.

Yeah, sure.

[Amparo sighs]

[scoffs]

Well, I'll do what's his name the favor.

But you should just forget about the child.

He's mine. I have rights.

-He's not yours. -He is.

He already has a father.

Who died fighting the Reds. A hero.

He already has a photo.

He doesn't need another one.

Go away.

Get dressed and leave.

Get out!

[door slams]

[sobs]

[music fades]

So, what do you think?

[Guillermo] Good.

-[Meg sighs] -You look fine, Manolo.

Adrián.

-Don't let it slip out. -Never again.

-[sighs] -I think he's ready now.

Let's work on preparing his appearance.

I believe that Adrián Gallardo's return should get to Stauffer's ears

before Amparo introduces them.

-[Manuel] Mm. -We have a problem.

What?

The nose.

What boxer doesn't have a broken nose?

We have to do it quick so the swelling goes down before you meet with her.

He's right.

-Yeah? -[Manuel] Yeah.

[Manuel grunts]

[Gabino] Don't let anyone in, understood? Not without permission.

And that's clear, isn't it? Yeah? Great.

-[Guillermo] Don Gabino? -Good morning, Rafael.

Good morning.

[Gabino sighs]

Can I talk to you about something personal?

Oh, you're finally getting married, then?

[laughs] Ah, that's great news.

But if you've come to ask for a raise, then… hmm.

-No, this is something else. -Ah?

It's about a friend. He was Blue Division.

-He just came back to Spain. -From Russia?

Yes. He miraculously escaped from the Reds.

Though now, he's all alone.

Doesn't have anywhere to live, and I thought,

since you have so many connections, I thought maybe you--

[splutters] What's the name of this hero?

Adrián Gallardo.

Adrián Gallardo.

I'm going to… I'm gonna make some calls.

-Thank you, sir. -[Gabino] No problem.

Ready.

"An anonymous complaint informs us of the presence in Madrid

of Adrián Gallardo Ortega, aka 'Kleiber's Spaniard.'"

"Wanted for his participation in the massacre of civilians

in Klooga, Estonia."

"The necessary actions must begin immediately

in order to locate and arrest the aforementioned war criminal."

-Mm. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. -Specific and ambiguous. Well done.

So here's the plan.

The Allied Control Council will distribute the telex.

And once it reaches the Spanish authorities,

someone's going to read about it, and they will call Clara Stauffer.

And then she'll embrace me with open arms, is that so?

[Meg] That's the idea.

-Heard from your friend yet? -No, not yet.

Well, Washington's interested in him.

They think he's a Communist.

-What does that even matter? -Because they don't trust the Communists.

Relations with Moscow are increasingly strained,

and they see Russian spies all over.

He's never been a member of any political party.

But he knows, or knew, a bunch of Communists.

[Manuel sighs]

You're spying on him now?

Tell your bosses he's doing this because he has a conscience, all right?

And, unlike us, he doesn't take orders from anyone.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, Mr. Cuesta.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

Okay, okay.

Yes, yes, yes. I appreciate it. Take care, now.

Bye.

[both sigh]

Well, Adrián Gallardo now has a house and a job.

-Mm. -Don Gabino got him work as a concierge.

What do you think?

[Meg sighs]

-Mr. Rafael. -[Guillermo] Yes?

Someone came and left a message.

Thank you.

[suspenseful music playing]

TOMORROW, AT MY HOUSE AT SEVEN O'CLOCK, AMPARO

[knocking on door]

Hello, Amparo.

He's with the neighbor. Forget about it, Guillermo.

-Rafael. -I don't care.

You'll never see him again. Just get used to it.

And now, let's get down to business. I'm in a hurry.

On Sunday, there's going to be a Female Section event

at the social service center.

With Stauffer?

Yes, of course. It's her event.

Go there, and you can meet her.

Amparo, don't trick us. You're screwed if we don't get to her.

[scoffs]

Guillermo, you think I'm an opportunist.

But I've had to pay for everything I did. I fall in line because I got beaten down.

Because, to some people, I'm a wretch who lives off favors.

And those are the good ones. To the rest, I am disgraceful.

You are alive. You eat every day, and you're free.

-You're luckier than most. -No, I'm not.

Because I got pregnant.

Even though no one knows it was a Red, I still got pregnant!

And that's enough!

Now I'll be judged for the rest of my life. You get it?

Our son is the only thing that matters to me.

Nothing else matters.

[whimsical music playing]

[both breathing heavily]

SUNDAY, JULY 6TH

[Clara] We welcomed you with open arms when tragedy struck and left you stranded.

And we did so without making distinctions.

Without asking if you were children of the defeated or the victorious.

Because you are all children of God.

Innocent children of this New Spain that faces the future, just as you do.

With a pious look and a chest full of hope.

-In this time… -What is this?

[Clara] When the need was dire…

In Madrid, they're giving orphans away as prizes.

…became your home.

Today you will return to your true homes, where you are eagerly expected.

I know that you are kindhearted

and that you will never forget what you have learned here,

nor the love and dedication we have given you.

All hail Spain!

[all] All hail Spain!

[whispering] There's Amparo.

What's my name, Amparo?

Don't you worry. I know what it is.

Come along.

Who are these gentlemen, Amparo? Friends of yours?

Yes. Blue Division veterans.

Only him.

And what do you need from Miss Stauffer?

-Maybe I can help-- -[Manuel] To save my life.

I've heard that she can help.

-Is that true? -Let's talk.

Over there.

[clears throat] Excuse my friend. The years have been cruel to him.

Did you know that he's one of the last defenders of Berlin?

[in German] Hmm. You speak German?

[Manuel] Mm-hmm.

What's your name?

My name's Adrián Gallardo Ortega.

[in English] Don't go anywhere.

Who's she?

Um… Ingrid Weiss. Clara's right hand.

She already knew Adrián Gallardo's name.

-Rafael. And the other one is…? -Is Adrián.

Good afternoon. I'm Clara Stauffer.

So you must be Rafael, Gabino's employee?

Rafael Cuesta, at your service.

Gabino talked about you and our hero.

But I didn't know you were acquainted with Amparo.

From childhood. Summer vacations.

-[Amparo] Mm-hmm. -Adrián Gallardo.

I was looking forward to this.

Me too.

I'm in real trouble.

No, compatriot. Not anymore.

You are among friends.

Come to my house tomorrow, and we will take care of you.

-Set it up at once. -[Ingrid] Mm-hmm.

[Manuel sighs]

[Amparo sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[sighs] And now we're in.

Had I known she knew my boss, we could have left Amparo out of it.

[Manuel] Hmm.

What if Stauffer saw me one day with Amparo?

It could expose me.

Right.

Now let's hope these idiots aren't as good as Meg

at following Adrián's trail.

Don't worry. Gabino trusts me, and she trusts Gabino.

For a war criminal, you're well recommended.

[Manuel sighs]

[tense music playing]

[exhales deeply]

[footsteps approaching]

[Ingrid] How are you? Feeling better?

-More or less. -[Ingrid] Hmm.

-I hope everything gets sorted out. -One step at a time, my friend.

He's here.

[Clara] Adrián, it's good to see you.

You don't mind if we address each other by our names?

Of course.

-I'll take care of Adrián, Ingrid. -Yes.

-Thank you very much. -Good luck.

-This way. -[Manuel sighs]

[Clara] We need to get you cleaned up.

And out of these rags.

Let's dress you from top to bottom.

And we can burn what you're wearing now.

We have to get you a haircut as well. Don't worry. I'll sort it out for you.

Thank you so much, Clara.

-And I'm sorry for-- -No, no.

Anyone in your situation…

I was going to get in touch with you through Gabino, but you reached out first.

Thank God for that.

-You like them? -[Manuel] Uh…

If you don't, pick one you prefer.

You owe me one, though, Adrián.

I watched you fight in Bilbao.

[suspenseful music playing]

Yes, during the war, against Alfonso Navarro.

-You almost put him down for good. -[grunts] I hardly remember.

Feels like ages ago, I guess.

These were long years, Clara.

And I don't know if I'll ever be the same man.

Don't say that, Adrián.

I'll make sure you get cheered up.

You'll see.

All right, I'll let you get dressed.

-[sighs] -Here are some suits for you.

Hmm?

[Manuel sighs deeply]

[suspenseful music fades]

[Clara] No wonder you were worried.

"War criminal."

I just followed orders.

In Estonia. In Berlin.

You did your duty, and now it's our duty to help you.

First, we need to get you an ID.

A new name?

That's the first step in getting you safe. We'll handle the rest later.

What's the rest?

The next move would be getting you quickly out of Spain.

[quietly] Oh.

In two days, go to the parish of the Iglesia neighborhood.

Tell them my name.

They'll give you a certificate of baptism. Bring that here.

There's some money in there. To get by for a few days.

Thanks, Clara.

[energetic music playing]

STAUFFER NETWORK. OFFICE ON…

[door opens]

[door closes]

-[Manuel] Good evening. -Good evening.

[footsteps fading]

[energetic music fades]

SAINT TERESA AND SAINT ISABEL PARISH

[Clara] José Pacheco Hernández. We can now get your passport.

Um, when is that?

Patience, Adrián. These things take time.

[Manuel] Mm-hmm.

By the way, are you still in touch with your friend Rafael?

Mm, not so much.

We work different hours.

-We'll arrange to change that too. -Ah.

Do you have any plans on July 18th?

No.

I'd like the two of you to come celebrate it with us.

[ominous music playing]

[crickets chirping]

[Guillermo sighs]

I guess they don't just invite anyone to celebrate the glorious uprising.

They hardly know us.

Isn't that strange?

It's risky, you're right.

But think of what we can learn here.

Who's in Madrid.

Yeah.

[Manuel] Here's everything we know so far about the network.

Send it to England.

The address is inside.

Hmm. And also, moving forward, you talk to Meg.

They'll be watching me from now on. I don't want to expose her.

[energetic music playing]

-See ya later. Rafael. -[Guillermo] Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

[Meg] You realize that they haven't told you

where they're taking them?

Do you?

They can make you disappear. Like that. [snaps fingers]

That's how they operate.

I know.

Meg, it's okay.

[Meg sighs]

You're dealing with war criminals.

You need to remember that.

[Manuel] Are you nervous?

-A little. -[Manuel] I can tell.

Check.

[sighs] Listen.

I bet there's gonna be a lot of alcohol. And people tend to talk when they drink.

You're gonna hear all sorts of things.

Nazi things.

-And you'll hear me say-- -I get it.

[Manuel] Just listen.

I have fought alongside them in their ranks.

It would be normal.

And when the chanting starts,

you have to raise your arm and shout, "All hail Spain."

If one of us looks like a Nazi, that's enough.

[Manuel] That's it.

[energetic music playing]

Let's go.

Too bad.

For once, I had you on the ropes.

-I don't know about that. -We'll pick it back up later.

[energetic music fades]

It's such a pretty day, don't you think?

The occasion deserves it.

-Summers in Spain are different. -You're so right.

Anyway, I really miss the summers in Bavaria.

By the side of a lake.

Did you visit any?

[Manuel] Mm-hmm.

Mm. What better place is there to enjoy your time on leave?

No. It was after the war.

I spent Christmas of '46 on the Weissen, on a pier.

The Weissen?

Where's that?

South of Füssen.

I almost froze to death in that cabin.

[Ingrid shudders]

[unsettling music playing]

[birds singing]

[guests chattering excitedly]

[Ingrid] Good afternoon.

Come on in, gentlemen.

-Ah. -[Ingrid] Afternoon.

-Good day. -[Manuel] Hello.

[clears throat]

-Afternoon. -[Guillermo] Afternoon. Thank you.

[Manuel] Good afternoon.

Well, okay, gentlemen.

-Enjoy yourselves at the party. -[Manuel] Mm.

-[in German] Have fun. -[Manuel] Thank you very much.

[upbeat instrumental music playing over speakers]

[in English] Make sure we don't lose sight of each other.

[Amparo] Enjoy. [chuckling]

[Manuel] Amparo.

She must owe a lot of favors.

[Manuel] Well, who knows what they have planned for me.

Come on. It's time to mingle.

[in German] Oh. Excuse me.

Thank you.

[in English] Good afternoon.

[chuckles] Thanks.

Thank you.

[man] Hmm.

[Amparo chuckles]

Gentlemen?

All right.

[gasps]

Don't stare so much. You'll draw attention.

[Clara] Rafael?

You made it. I'm so glad.

Thank you for inviting us.

-Don Gabino? -No, no, no.

This is for your ears.

Come with me.

Hmm. No. Thanks.

[tense music playing]

Thank you.

Mm. Leave it there.

Ah. Come in, Rafael.

Close the door.

I'd like to introduce you to my dearest friends.

Bam and Rolf Steinbauer.

[Guillermo] Rafael Cuesta.

Gabino speaks very highly of you.

He says you only live for the job.

-For your sake, I hope he's wrong. -[both chuckle]

Well, he's correct this time.

Because even though it's a holiday today, we're going to talk business.

[Bam] Yes.

We are going to need your collaboration

as an expert in international transportation.

We need to ship out of Spain a series of goods that are being requested.

-And we can't afford to lose now, hmm? -Right.

We thought you could arrange the transport and make sure it got to its destination.

That's my job at La Meridiana.

That's why you're here.

Everything would be done through La Meridiana.

Gabino is already aware. However, he won't be involved.

Only… it's only your name on the paperwork.

Rafael, let's be clear.

You would be the only one responsible for let me just say, uh,

somewhat sensitive shipments.

Irregular.

But don't worry.

If you're exposed, the Spanish authorities will not act against you.

But you would lose your employment.

Naturally, you would fall on the sword for it.

Yeah. I understand.

It goes without saying that your services would be compensated generously.

We would send you the money directly, bypassing La Meridiana.

We will make you a rich man. Hmm?

What do you think?

-Um… -Well, don't feel pressured. [chuckles]

Think about it calmly,

and when you have decided, then give us your answer.

I will.

[Bam] It's going to take us some time to prepare this anyway.

France will give us our time as long as the borders aren't closed.

-Mm-hmm. -[Clara] That won't last.

We've kept Rafael here long enough, I think.

Let's go back to the party.

[all, in German] ♪ Raise the flag high! ♪

♪ Our ranks, tightly closed! ♪

♪ The SA marches ♪

♪ With calm, steady steps ♪

♪ Comrades shot by the Red front And reactionaries ♪

♪ March in spirit ♪

♪ Within our ranks! ♪

♪ Comrades shot by the Red front And reactionaries ♪

♪ March in spirit ♪

♪ Within our ranks! ♪

[all shout]

[in Croatian] You're not one of us.

You're not one of us!

I've killed men, women, and children for the cause!

What have you done? Nothing!

Show respect for the führer!

Show respect for the führer!

[man 1] That's enough! That's enough!

[man 2 grunts]

[in English] Are you okay?

I hope this incident doesn't change your mind.

This won't happen again. I guarantee it.

It doesn't matter. It's fine.

I'm fine.

The Croatian is right.

He is not one of us.

Gabino vouches for him.

But he's not one of us.

-[in German] See you. Get home safe. -Thank you.

Good night.

[in English] It's been a pleasure.

[in German] Good night.

[in English] Thank you. See you soon.

-[both] Good night. -Hold on.

I'll go with you, if you don't mind, all right?

[Ingrid] Good night.

[calming instrumental music playing]

[Amparo sighs]

Drop me there, at the end of the street.

Good night.

[Manuel] We're getting out here too. Let's take a walk.

-[Guillermo] Fancy a drink? -[Manuel] I was about to ask you that.

-[Guillermo] Good night. -Good night.

They say I'll be rich.

And that Bam? He's actually Josef Hans Lazar.

From the German embassy.

He was in charge of keeping safe the spoils of war.

I bet that's what they're trying to get out of Spain.

The other one, the one with the scar.

He scares me.

-Were you threatened? -No, no, no.

On the contrary. He was friendly.

But I wouldn't want to go against him.

[Manuel sighs]

So? Will you accept?

[tense music playing]

You wanna learn about their schemes, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

The opportunity is here.

Who was the other one?

-Who? -The one screaming at me.

[Manuel] Oh.

Some Croatian close to Pavelic.

Listen.

Don't tell Meg what happened tonight?

Hmm?

Trust me.

Try to get some rest.

[Guillermo sighs]

Is it true what they say?

You do as they say.

As long as they need you, you're safe.

[clicks tongue, sighs]

Well, I rented the place to Clara.

For just a pittance.

[clicks tongue] A big shot must be there.

Maybe we ran into him tonight.

-It's just… every time I think about it-- -Could you find out who it is?

I could.

But I won't.

Hopefully they just forget about me and leave me alone.

[somber piano music playing]

What are you getting into?

The less you know, the better.

[Guillermo sighs]

[Amparo sighs]

We should stop seeing each other.

These are dangerous people. No wonder you're scared.

Shouldn't you be with our son?

[Amparo sighs]

He's going to stay at Benigna's.

The Allied Council suspects that they are living in Spain.

Or that Stauffer is helping them.

Were they there tonight?

Walter Kutschmann.

He ran an extermination camp in 1942.

You see him?

Yeah, I did.

[sighs] A week ago we suspected he was in Buenos Aires.

[Manuel] Hmm.

Pavelic.

[Meg] Ante Pavelic.

Leader of the Ustasha, and dictator in Croatia on Hitler's orders.

Was he there?

-He was. -[sighs]

Pinche criminal.

And Otto Skorzeny?

Because rumor has it that he's here in Madrid.

And my bosses would love to get their hands on him.

Was he there?

[tense music playing]

No. I would have recognized that scar right away.

[Meg] Hmm.

[cuffs rattling]

[Adrián coughing]

[door opens]

I have news, and it couldn't be better.

You'll be getting out of here.

The Soviets are releasing you, Alfonso.

You'll be in Spain again.

How do you feel?

[tense music fades]

[dramatic orchestral music playing]