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MADRID, SPAIN
CHRISTMAS SEASON, 1948

[tense music playing]

Rafael Cuesta?

Yes. Did you need something?

Do you know Adrián Gallardo?

Yes. Is something wrong?

No. For the moment.

I'm Adrián Gallardo,
and I've never met you in my life.

[gasps softly]

-It's a small world. You know, it's--
-[Adrián] Don't fuck with me.

Your friend is impersonating me,
and you're in on it.

I'm warning you, you piece of shit,
I've got nothing to fear.

And I've done things you couldn't imagine.

You guys are pretty close, right?

I know he's in Buenos Aires now.

They told me at Clara Stauffer's office.

What if they found out
that he's an imposter?

Huh?

Tell me what you want.

Since you're here,
I assume you haven't reported it.

So what's he getting
out of pretending to be me?

Well, he was in danger,
and he had to leave the country.

So he took your identity.

Well, I'm here now.

And you want compensation for it?

Look…

My friend, he's a very important man.

I'm sorry, but I don't have
a lot on me right now--

-I'm not settling for some chump change.
-No.

Of course not.
This is just something for now.

I'll talk to him, and I'm sure
we can come to an agreement.

One more time.

Don't fuck with me.

I have every reason not to.

[door closes]

[tense music fades]

[dramatic theme music playing]

[theme music fades]

THE PRICE

-You're in perfect shape.
-[José chuckles]

Great.

-[José] Mom.
-What?

Rafael said that I'm totally healthy.

Well, that's great.

That way,
we won't have to bother him anymore.

I got you a gift.

Open it.

[bright music playing]

-[José] What's this?
-It's a chess clock.

It's used to keep track of time players
take to make their next move, you know?

I've never seen one of these.

It's very old. It was my grandfather's.

-Thank you.
-Of course.

-Want to try it out?
-Yeah.

-Let's play.
-Yeah.

[chess pieces clattering]

[melancholy string music playing]

[breathing shakily]

[exhales deeply]

[music fades]

Do you see what time it is?

-I was just saying good night.
-Well, you have now.

Can't you see he's getting attached?
This can't continue. You have to stop.

The whole reason
I'm here is because you asked.

And now you're rushing me out?

Don't you get it?

He's my son.

[somber music playing]

[Amparo breathing shakily]

I met someone.

He's a good man.

I don't want to ruin it. This time.

You won't. You always land on your feet.

That was low. Even from you, that was low.

Oh, excuse me.
I guess I've become so uncivil now.

[Amparo huffs]

Guillermo…

Seriously?

I can't live alone.

-I understand. Don't worry.
-The rest of my life.

-It's okay. Don't worry.
-If he knows his father--

It's okay. I understand. Good luck.

Don't leave like that.

Don't be upset.

[somber music building]

[Amparo sobs]

"Don't be upset"?

I might never see my son again.
Of course I'm upset.

[sniffles]

Happy New Year. Take care of yourselves.

[somber music fades]

Here you go, sir.

Thanks.

[tense music playing]

Your order, sir?

Gimme the same thing he got.

[waiter] Comin' up.

-You following me?
-I got some time to kill.

Clearly, you don't trust me.

I get it. You don't know who I am.

But this is too much.

Here.

Come to this address
tomorrow at seven o'clock.

It'll put your mind at ease.

Anything to drink?

A beer.

My friend's buying.

[tense music continues playing]

[line ringing]

[tense music fades]

[phone ringing]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[bright piano music playing in hall]

-Good evening.
-[Guillermo] Good evening.

This is Rafael Cuesta.
May I speak to Mr. Lazar?

Yes, one moment, please.

Sir, it's Mr. Cuesta.

Okay.

[Bam] What's going on, Rafael?

Good evening, Bam.
Sorry for the late call.

I need to speak to Rolf,
but he's not answering.

[splutters] He's not in Madrid.

Something wrong?

[phone ringing]

[Otto sighs]

Bam?

[inhales sharply, sighs]

Is he at the office?

I'm on it.

I'm handling it.

I said I'll take care of it!

[rain pattering on roof]

[phone rings]

[Guillermo exhales shakily]

Hello?

Bam's pretty nervous
after what you told him.

Yeah.

-A serious problem, then?
-I wouldn't call if it wasn't.

Hmm. So, what does he know?

That something's at stake.

He got wind of it.

He told me about a dealer in Paris.

You can imagine who it is.

-That's more than just getting wind of it.
-[sighs]

-I think he knows even more.
-What does he want?

-Money?
-He's greedy.

If he really knows what's goin' on,
I think he's gonna ask for much more.

-If we pay him.
-I agree.

We definitely have to bury this matter.

And we have to nip this in the bud.

-Do you understand, Rafael?
-Perfectly clear.

[inhales sharply] I wish I was there. Mm.

I'll do it.

[somber music playing]

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

My name is on every shipment. I'm in deep.

Got something cooked up?

No. He's comin' tomorrow.
I'll need your help, Rolf.

Ask, and you'll receive.

I'll call you tomorrow at La Meridiana
to give you instructions.

[clock ticking loudly]

[phone ringing]

Rafael Cuesta.

Oh.

Mr. Enríquez.

Great. Thanks.

Cancel whichever fucking route
you need to,

but I want it in Vicálvaro by lunch.

-Understood?
-Yes, sir.

[clock continues ticking loudly]

[knocking on door]

Mr. Cuesta. It's taken care of.

The truck is in Vicálvaro.

Thank you.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

I'm… I'm sorry I lost my temper.

Nah. Don't worry. Here, sir.

From the cafeteria.
You didn't have any lunch.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

Mm-hmm.

[phone ringing]

-Rafael Cuesta.
-[Otto] Pay attention, Rafael.

Do exactly as I say.

[ominous music playing]

[Otto] There will be a locked briefcase
under the table.

The key is
in the right-hand drawer of the desk.

We've divided the money
into three envelopes, as you requested.

The gun is loaded.

Just take the safety lock off.

Shoot at point-blank, Rafael.

Nothing fancy. Right in the head.

-[fireworks popping outside]
-[people cheering]

-[Guillermo sighs]
-[doorbell ringing]

[tense music playing]

Come in.

We're nervous, huh?

Well, it's New Year's Eve,

and I'm walkin' around
with a fortune… you get it.

-That's my money?
-A hundred and fifty thousand.

[Adrián sighs]

You really care about your friend.

I told you that he's an important person.

You were gone for over four years.
No one could've guessed that you--

I don't need to hear it.

That's not why I came.

Right.

[Guillermo sighs]

There's 50,000 in each envelope.

Half of what we'll pay you.

If you do your part.

And what's that?

That's really simple. You just stay quiet.

And stay missing. No going back.

Wasn't planning on it.

This is between just us.

For 300,000,
I'd let you rip out my fucking tongue.

That's not necessary.

Come back on January 2nd.
I'll pay you the rest. Here you go.

Make sure it's all there.

They're in notes of 500, which is bulkier,
but they're easier to use.

A drink?

I only have cognac or whiskey.

Whiskey.

[Guillermo] Right. No ice is fine, right?

[Adrián] Shut up.

I just lost count, damn it.

There's no rush.

Don't worry.
There's still some time till midnight.

I'm sorry.

[Adrián thuds loudly]

[fireworks crackling in distance]

[people whistling and cheering]

[somber music playing]

[somber music fades]

[phone ringing]

[quietly] It's done.

Someone will swing by to pick it up.

Put everything back the way it was.

And leave nothing of yours in there.
Nothing, understood?

Happy New Year.

[call disconnects]

[somber music playing]

[excited chatter]

[loud bang]

[group laughing]

-[firework pops]
-[somber music intensifies]

Happy New Year.

A cognac, please.

-[waiter] Eh?
-[Guillermo] A cognac!

[waiter] Strange guy
last night, huh? [chuckles]

Lots of crazy people around.
There seems to be more these days.

Another.

["Por una cabeza" playing]

[somber tango music building]

[sound of crowd fades slowly]

[song ends]

-[man 1] Bravo! Beautiful!
-[crowd applauds]

[man 1] Bravo! Beautiful!

You're wonderful.

-Yes!
-[women] Bravo!

-[man 2] Bravo!
-[woman 1] Good job!

-[man 2] One more! One more!
-[woman 2] Encore!

[man 2] Encore!

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

Clara Stauffer.

Ingrid Weiss.

Walter Kutschmann.

The SARE.

Radu Ghenea.

Ante Pavelic.

Milo de Bogetich.

Dinko Sakic.

Juan Domingo Perón.

AGE: 54
OCCUPATION: PRESIDENT OF ARGENTINA

[music fades]

[tense music playing]

[Pepe] Hate to bother you,
especially on New Year's Eve,

but it's a real emergency.

If you get home,
this is the pickup address.

[Guillermo sighs]

Happy birthday.

Rafael? It's Rita.

Come in. Come in. Come in.

Let's see, uh…

You, with me. Come.

[Rita] This way.

-Thank you for coming.
-Pepe, good to see you.

I knew I could find you
if I put my mind to it.

-Where is he?
-[sighs] He can't die today. Not him.

[Pepe] He was running from the grays

when he jumped a wall
and cut himself on some glass.

[man inhales sharply]

It's still bleeding.

It's really deep.

Stitching this wound won't be enough.

We'll risk septicemia.
We're gonna need antibiotics tonight.

I'll see which pharmacy is open now.

Pepe, wash your hands thoroughly.

I'm gonna need your help.

Uh, well, I can do it.
And you can check the pharmacy.

-Look, this one's open.
-Right. Thank you, Rita.

-Yeah.
-[man groaning and panting]

-Pepe says I'm in good hands.
-And you are. Relax.

[somber music playing]

My name's Galán.

I'm Rafael.

Save your strength.
You're gonna need it tonight.

[scoffs] Jesus.

Pepe, need a sachet over here.

Please hold it open.

That's it.

Have you done this before?

Runs in the family.

-[crowd cheering]
-[clock chiming outside]

[gentle music playing]

Thanks.

-[fireworks crackling]
-[Rita gasps]

What a way to start the year, huh, Doctor?

I couldn't think of a better way.

[Rita sighs]

-Pepe.
-Yeah?

He has to take one
every eight hours for ten days, okay?

-Okay.
-He has to follow the treatment.

I understand.

Well, if you need anything, call me.

-You're leaving?
-Yes.

Well, Happy New Year, at the very least?

-With all of this, we forgot the grapes.
-That's right.

But… we can still make a toast.

[chuckles] I'll find a bottle opener.

Let's see.

Who will do the honors?

The doctor's gotta take care of his hands.

So? What should we toast to?

-To--
-To Hippocrates!

-No!
-[Pepe] No?

To ideas.

-To ideas!
-To ideas.

Salud.

[Rita clears throat]

Now… we have to figure out
how to get him to France.

Yeah.

-And we'll have to move quickly.
-[Rita] Mm-hmm.

I got it.

But the driver will be taking a big risk.
You have to find someone.

Count on us.

Salud.

-[sheep bleating]
-[blows]

[somber music playing]

[dog barking]

What is it, Luna?

Get outta here.

[Luna and dog barking]

[man] Come on, Luna.

[Luna barks]

[Guillermo] You were lucky.

-It didn't get infected.
-Can I travel?

Well, it's healing fast,
but I think you should rest for--

They're gonna come looking for him.

Pepe found a driver.

-When can you organize it?
-That is the least of it.

It's your call, Doctor.

[Guillermo takes a deep breath]

All right.

But try to move as little as possible,
and no skipping antibiotics.

-No. no.
-I'll keep an eye on him.

I'll keep him in line.

[all chuckle]

-Have you eaten yet?
-No.

A comrade brought enough food
for two weeks.

You can at least stay
for dinner, can't you?

Sure, he can. You and me. Let's get to it.

[Galán clears throat]

-You have family in France?
-No, no, no. No.

I'm not planning on staying.
When the heat dies down, I'll come back.

Yeah.

Is living like this worth it?

[somber music playing]

What do you mean?

Livin' like a hen in the fox's den.

-[chuckles] Bad comparison.
-[Galán laughs]

Franco will fall,
but not with gunshots, and not tomorrow.

We have to be ready for it.

Well, surrounded by Fascists and smugglers
and executioners, how can we?

Don't forget those who are starving
but are paralyzed with fear.

-The majority.
-Uh-huh.

But that won't last forever, Rafael.

When the time comes,
we'll have to teach them how.

Let's see. Olives from lower Aragón
and wine from El Bierzo. Try it.

Or would you rather some beer?

Comrade, whatever you bring him
is going to taste like heaven.

[Rita] Oh, sure.

[Galán laughs]

All right, then. [chuckles]

You'll only have to get inside
when you're crossin' the border.

The rest of the time,
you can sit wherever.

Here's the itinerary.

You hand it in at customs.
Destination, Toulouse.

And this one is for Barcelona.

All right. Let's head out. Mm.

Thanks for everything, Rafael.

Maybe one day, I can return the favor.

I hope so.
It would mean the foxes didn't catch you.

Good luck, my friend. I'll see you.
Take care of yourself.

-[Galán] Mm-hmm. Mm.
-Good luck.

-[somber music swells]
-[Pepe sighs]

[engine starts]

LA MERIDIANA TRANSPORT COMPANY

[Pepe] Wanna get a drink?

No.

I have a date.

What? [laughs]

[music grows gentle]

[Pepe] Hmm-hmm-hmm!

[dogs barking in distance]

[baby crying]

Hello.

Hello.

I was worried you wouldn't show.

I was worried that you weren't gonna come.

[chuckles] Then you don't know me.

Well, the other day, Pepe,
he… warned me about you.

-Oh, yeah? Jeez. And?
-Mm-hmm.

He said that…
that you overthink things a lot.

-Mm.
-But actually, you just really care.

He's just saying that
'cause I saved his life

-on the battlefield.
-[chuckles]

-It was just my duty, wasn't it?
-Right.

[chuckles] Oh, that Pepe.

And what kind of warning is that?

Well… it's that Pepe is very clever,
and… I'm not good at hiding my feelings.

Hey. I don't care if you think there's
an age gap between us.

But I'm here because I like you.

And I don't just like anyone,
if that's what you're thinking.

Shall we?

[gentle music playing]

You know, my father,
he… also had a duty to save lives.

He was a doctor too.
Like you, more or less.

-What field was he?
-Psychiatry.

Andrés Velázquez.

You know him?

He worked with an old boss of mine.
How is he?

He's gone now.

In prison. At Porlier.

Sorry. Execution?

No. He had cancer, and…

left on his own terms.

[gentle music building]

-Shall we get a drink?
-Yes.

[Rita sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

I don't know what you got
for Christmas, but that's a nice look.

I've got no complaints.

Ah.

[knocking on door]

Hello, Mr. Cuesta.

Morning.

[tense music playing]

-I am here on behalf of Mr. Steinbauer.
-Oh, sit down. Please.

No, it's fine. I will only be a moment.

The office was cleaned,
and everything has been put back together.

-Well, thank you.
-On the contrary.

It is us who are very grateful
for your dedication.

We are done with your office.
Do you mind giving me the key?

No.

Mr. Steinbauer's coming back tonight.

He'd like to have lunch tomorrow.
The usual place.

Of course.

And… just one more thing.

This will be useful to you.

Goodbye, Mr. Cuesta.

Don't forget lunch tomorrow.

SPANISH-GERMAN
AND GERMAN-SPANISH DICTIONARY

ANOTHER UNIDENTIFIED BODY FOUND
IN LA CASA DE CAMPO

[music fades]

[eerie music playing]

[eerie music fades]

[Guillermo] Dear Helen.

Forgive me for venting to you,

but there's no one else to turn to.

In order to save the business,
I had to commit a terrible act.

My conscience is eating me,
as you can imagine,

and I fear fire may be fought with fire,
as I'm the only one responsible for…

[somber music playing]

ANOTHER UNIDENTIFIED BODY FOUND
IN LA CASA DE CAMPO

So, what are you better with,
women or business?

Conquering a woman is not complicated,
I tell you.

Leaving her is… the hard part.

With good business… it's about the same.

I've called you here to let you know
that our shipments are over.

I'm no longer needed?

Don't put it like that.

[Guillermo sighs]

What's wrong, Rafael?

You look tired.

Are you sleeping?

Not really, to be frank.

It's your guilty conscience.

That's normal. It will pass.

I hope so.

Think of what you've prevented.

Well, if that man had run his damn mouth…

Anyway, I think this will help.

The last one.

We rounded up in your favor.

You earned it, Rafael.

Take it, go on.

You're a good guy, Rafael.

I want the best for you.

-Everything in order, gentlemen?
-Yeah.

Shall I bring the starters?

Please do.

Time to confess.

What have you been doing behind my back?

A little bird told me you're in love.

[chuckles, sighs]

If you don't want to talk about it,
I respect that.

That's what friendship's all about.
Respecting each other.

[Guillermo sighs]

We're friends, aren't we?

[chuckles]

Of course we are.

[laughs] I'm very happy for you.

You always look so lonely.

-How did you find out?
-Gabino blew the gaff.

-[both laugh]
-He's very fond of you, you know?

As am I.

I don't want us to lose touch.

I want us to still see each other
and get lunch a few times a year.

-That'd be nice.
-Mm-hmm.

[romantic orchestral music playing]

[Rita] Whose life did you save this time?

What do you mean?

I don't know. You look happy.

Tonight you and I are having barnacles.

Barnacles? But I've never had barnacles.

-Did you win the lottery today?
-Impossible. I never play.

-And that? Is it for me?
-No.

Is it for another girl?

Yeah, it's for my aunt.
She's turning 100 or more.

Don't believe it?

All right, keep walking.
Let's work up an appetite

for those barnacles. [giggles]

Hey, this isn't a game to you… is it?

Because, even though
I'm ten years younger,

that doesn't mean I wanna mess around.

I'm not one of those idiots
who writes to magazines.

The only game I play is chess.

-Is it?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, then…

cut the chitchat and… prove it, would you?

[dramatic orchestral music playing]

[Guillermo sighs]

Rita…

my name is Guillermo García Medina.

I was a doctor during the war.

Since then, I've been
Rafael Cuesta Sánchez.

I don't know who he was…
or what he did or if he even existed.

I'd like you to call me Guillermo
when we're alone.

[whistle blows]

[music fades]

Oh, come on! What the hell?
We're not killing each other!

-Let's just leave.
-What is this?

-We can't even live in peace anymore!
-Bye. Come on! Seriously?

[Rita sighs, laughs]

[Guillermo sighs]

-Well, it's, uh… It's, uh…
-[laughing]

Forget it.

This is it.

[clears throat]

So this is your home?

As long as I pay the rent.

-Very nice.
-Well… [chuckles]

Let's see. What's over here?

Hey, one question.

So is this the house of… Rafael?

Or the house of Guillermo?

Until you walked through that door,
it was Rafael's.

Of course. Of course, of course.

Because Guillermo only exists
when he's summoned.

-By me.
-Mm-hmm.

Gui… ller… mo.

[tender piano music playing]

-[exhales]
-Pepe also knows my real name.

-Should I worry?
-Well, of course you should.

Oh, okay.

Actually, you're the first woman
who's been in here.

[giggling] No.

-I'm serious. It's true.
-I don't buy it.

Well, that's sad, no?

Well, what's really sad is I only have
cheap cognac and water to offer you.

No big deal.

I don't need to have a drink
for what I wanna do.

[sighs]

[tender music building]

I've never felt so happy before.

[Guillermo] Dear Helen.

I am writing to tell you
that my most important client

has decided to terminate our relationship.

This is not a matter
for regret, for as you well know,

our collaboration
has left deep and abundant marks.

May it bring us further joy in the future.

[Azcárate] Dear Mr. Louzán.

I am writing to inform you

that the epistolary relationship
between our friend

and Miss Murray
has concluded successfully.

We shall soon hear wedding bells.

-[energetic music playing]
-[sighs deeply]

It's so nice to see you again, Mr. Louzán.

Thanks.

Here you are. Good day.

It's everything I've gathered together.
With this, I'm finished.

It's all in there.

How Stauffer operates,
the network in Argentina,

the structures Perón created
to help and shelter fugitives,

all their names, real and fake ones,

their occupations, their plans,
every detail.

[scoffs] Everything you've done
in this time… it's incredible.

It's the bullet, but we need a gun.

Well, I'll get to it.

Think I'm lying?

Meg… with all that's in there,

neither Franco nor Perón
should get away with this.

Look, gachupín.

I'll fly tonight direct to Washington.

And tomorrow my bosses will have all this.

-Okay?
-Fine.

Let them know it isn't an exclusive.

What are you saying?

Azcárate and Negrín know too.

They'll put pressure
on every single forum.

Come on, Manolo.
And when did you start hiding things?

"The Republic only receives kind words."

Isn't that what you said
to me when we met?

My superiors are as committed
to this mission as both you and I are.

Once all this goes public,
Franco is going to be a pariah.

Europe's last fascist dictatorship
is going to die.

Write my address.
Let me know the news as it develops.

Are you sure?

Write it down.

-Listen, if they become aware--
-José Pacheco Hernández.

[Meg huffs]

Don Gabino. I'm heading home.

Uh… are you busy?

No. No. What's the matter?

Close the door
and sit down for a moment, um…

Come on. I want to talk to you.

-What is it?
-Okay.

You know I have
a little beach house in Santa Pola, right?

Uh-huh.

Well, I've been thinking about retirement.

-Will we close down?
-No, no. Why should we?

Our numbers are great.

We have great clientele.
It gets busier and busier. Yeah?

What I'm thinking of is changing hands.

-You won't be short of buyers.
-No, no, no.

Forget about buyers.

The one I want in charge is you.

[laughs, sniffles]

So then… uh, what do you say, Rafael?

Well, I… [chuckles]

First of all, thank you very much
for thinking of me, but I don't have the…

-I can't afford--
-Money is not a problem, Rafael.

We can figure all that out
in the contract.

You can pay me a set amount monthly
until the transfer has been completed.

That's all there is to it.

Look… you wouldn't have
to ask a bank for a loan

or spend your savings
or anything of that sort.

What do you say?

You took me by surprise, Don Gabino.

-[chuckles]
-If you don't mind, can I think about it?

[sighs] Of course you can think
about it, sure.

Santa Pola is not going anywhere.

[chuckles] Rafael, you're worth a lot.

But you're not a kid anymore.

You have to consider your future.

Especially now.

So, what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I don't know.

It's a great opportunity.

If I consider the future.

You don't really seem convinced.

[Guillermo sighs]

If I accept,
it'd be like I'm renouncing who I am.

Like I'd have been defeated
by the infection of the regime.

[laughs] The doctor speaks!

-But you get it, right?
-Yes, yes. Of course.

But I don't know, it could be…

if you were able to help a comrade escape
just employed there,

think of all you could do as the boss.

-Hmm?
-I was thinking of us too.

Oh, Guillermo, no. [sighs]

No, no, don't… Mm… Don't do it for us.

But… well, I, uh… [sighs]
You and me, in the future--

Don't do that. Guillermo.
No, no, no. You have to make…

You alone have to decide this,

and…. and just don't consider me in this.

-Bit late for that.
-But too early to make plans, no?

Eat up. Dinner's getting cold.

Ah, Guillermo.

Don't take it like this.

Sometimes my mind starts spiraling, and…

I start imagining--

You imagine yourself feeding soup
to an old doctor with nothing but stories

about his better days.

No, that's not it.

I look around, and everything I see is…

just sad and gray and…

I fear that something so precious
won't last or end up well.

Then should we just give up?

No, because that's the coward's way.

And you and I are anything but cowards.

[exhales, sighs]

[giggles]

[sighs]

You know I love you so much?

Don't you?

Cut the chitchat and prove it, would you?

[Rita laughs softly]

-[Meg laughs] Congressman Burnstein!
-[Burnstein] Welcome.

-Nice to see you.
-And you. No, no, no, Meg. Please.

-We'll be more comfortable over here.
-Oh. Okay.

[Burnstein clears throat]

-[sighs]
-So--

We looked over the detailed report
from Mr. Arroyo.

It's… the fieldwork there
was truly impeccable.

Please express my deepest gratitude
and admiration.

What is it, Saul?

I only wish we'd gotten it
when the war first ended.

Before Truman became convinced
that there are enemies

that are even more dangerous
than the goddamn Nazis.

He has a point.

I'm, uh…

Saul, please, could you
just get to the point, if you would?

-[takes a deep breath]
-[somber music playing]

It's Communism that's the enemy to beat.

Against the Soviets, we'll take any help.

Those are the orders of the day.

Look what's happening
in Southern Europe right now.

In Italy, there are Communists
all over the place.

And in France, it's full of commies.

And in Greece,
they're still fighting a war against it.

And, Meg, these countries
are just a hair's breadth away

from becoming Stalin's allies.

[Meg] Mm-hmm.

It is in our best interest to have
at least a reliable ally in the region.

Franco? He's reliable?

A warmonger who won the war
with the help of Hitler and Mussolini?

A murderer responsible for the deaths
of thousands of Spaniards?

That's our reliable ally, Saul?

This tyrannical fascist?

He's been isolated for years.

And he will easily give in to conditions
other Europeans won't accept.

Ah, of course.

And since all the Communists
in Spain have been rounded up or killed,

all advantages.

Meg, I beg you.

We must… We have to make sacrifices.

I, most of all.

And what will happen to the report?

[sighs]

[dial tone buzzes]

I need a ticket
to Buenos Aires as soon as possible.

[static playing on radio]

[knocking on door]

-Telegram for Mr. Pacheco.
-[Manuel] Thank you.

[postman] Mm.

[Meg] Urgent. Louzán. Tomorrow.

[phone ringing]

Hello? Azcárate speaking.

It's Peter Louzán, sir.

Peter.

A pleasure, as always. How are things?

My American fiancée is here.
She'll bring some news.

Glad to hear that the two of you
are still working on it.

Let's see about the rest of the family.

The wedding bells are ringing.
It'll cause a stir.

As any wedding should.

[knocking on door]

Hmm. She's here.

-I'll let you know what she says.
-Please, do, my friend.

-By all means.
-[knocking continues]

[Meg sighs]

[tense music playing]

So you're saying that everything
I worked on, all of it was for nothing?

-Do you realize what all this cost?
-Yes, Manuel.

I realize. I realize perfectly.

But my country doesn't care
that Franco is a dictator.

The only thing that's important to them
is fighting Communism.

I'm such a fool.

-For a moment, I really thought that you--
-Enough, Manuel.

Stop it, because there's no point
in whining to me about this, okay?

Your report is going to sit
in the bottom of some drawer.

And that's the end of it.

The sacrifices, the risks you took,
no longer matter.

The only thing that matters
is now you have a chance at a fresh start.

Washington was astonished
with the work you did.

They want you as an agent.

Who's had their hands on the report?

-I don't know.
-I'm not asking for me, but for Rafael.

You classed him as a Communist,
and you won't lift a finger?

-So you didn't hear a word I said?
-He's in as deep as I ever was, Meg!

With the data in that report,
his life is in grave danger!

You understand?
He's dead if they find out. You get it?

-Yes, yes. I get it. I get it.
-Okay.

I'll fly to Madrid tonight
to warn him about this.

I have a ticket for you
in the name of Peter Louzán.

You'll sleep in Washington tonight.

No, Meg.

I'm staying.

I won't work for a country
that screwed me over like this.

A traitorous little government
with zero guts.

[sighs]

I knew you were going to turn us down.
I just had a feeling.

[sighs]

I hope you won't need it.

I'm sorry, Manuel.

I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for me,

and I'm sorry
for this fucking world we're living in.

[door opens, closes]

[Manuel sighs]

If only they could back us
at the United Nations.

But if the Americans
already see Franco as an ally,

the pact must be half-written already.

No. But we still have all the evidence
compiled by Ms. Murray's lover.

We could send it to the press.

Think about it, my friend.
Then he would be without protection.

I should just send it all to the Russians.
Let them take the credit.

That would backfire on us.

They would say it's all fabrication,

propaganda, that old line,
"you know how the Russians work."

In that case,
Franco would come out stronger.

And your days would be numbered.

Every version of this story ends the same.

Above all else,
we need to keep you safe, no matter what.

[grunts, scoffs, sighs]
So we're gonna turn a deaf ear as well?

[sighs]

Yes.

[sighs]

For the moment, yes.

Who knows if in the future…?

The future was decided by Truman.

All they have to do is sign.

Have faith, Manuel. Have faith.

[tense music playing]

What should I have faith in?

AGE: 42

[gun cocks]

I was wondering
if you could give us just a little.

Hey, let's just think about it.
See what I can do.

Yes, yes. Yes.

-We'll talk soon.
-Thanks.

[tense music fades]

[dramatic orchestral music playing]