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MADRID, SPAIN OCTOBER 26, 1968

Son, come to the movies with us. They say this one's pretty good.

[sighs] Uh, Rita, how did Alfonso Sánchez rate it?

[sighs] Who cares? Let's just go.

What is this movie we're going to see?

-Two Pennies and a Song, sweetheart. -What is a penny?

-Andrea, you're a lucky penny. -[Guillermo] Don't tease her.

What a penny is, is one-twelfth of a shilling,

which is a twentieth of a pound sterling.

Baby, listen, a penny is a coin used in England.

-Like pesetas. -[Rita] Yes.

[sighs] But no Franco. The English have it good, don't they?

I think I'll just stay here with Mom.

I still have to study, and since I haven't read the review…

Very adventurous, son.

Next time, let's go to one of those art-house movies that you like.

I haven't gotten enough sleep recently, you know?

Your father is so modern, but we still love him, don't we?

Eat your yogurt.

[Andrea giggles]

[dramatic theme music playing]

[theme music fades]

-[birds singing] -[indistinct chatter]

MEETING AGAIN

[Guillermo] So? Did you like it?

I don't really like how they just started singing.

Well, Andrea, it's a musical, and in musicals…

But do they have to make those weird faces?

Another intellectual.

[crowd clamoring]

-Should we go eat? -[Rita 2] Mm-hmm.

[crowd chanting] Spain will be Republican tomorrow!

Spain will be Republican tomorrow!

[man] The police!

The grays are coming! Grays are coming!

-[horse whinnies] -[crowd clamoring]

What's going on, Dad?

[siren wailing]

[gunshots]

It's nothing. It's okay, Andrea.

Let's go. Come on. Let's go. Come on. Quickly.

In there. Hurry. Hurry, hurry.

All the way in.

Behind me. That's it. Shh.

Psst! Psst! Psst!

Quick, come in!

Hide over here. Hide. Down there.

-[horse whinnies] -[Guillermo] Now wait.

-[man groans] -They're gonna kill him!

Shh! He's not gonna die.

They won't kill him.

[officer] Get the hell up.

You Red piece of shit.

Calm down. Take it easy.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Trust me. Okay?

When we get outta here, we're comin' from a movie.

If anyone asks… we saw… Two Pennies and a Song.

I've seen it. It's shit.

These are my daughters, Andrea and Rita.

They'll be your cousins. Your names?

Alberto. Alberto and Cristina.

Alberto and Cristina.

Honey, this is Cousin Alberto.

And she's his girlfriend. Understood?

-You sure? -Alberto and Cristina.

Very good. Now we're all goin' out. Take it easy.

We've done nothing wrong. Come on, sweetheart.

Everything is okay.

OFFICIAL SERVICE

Your documents.

Yes, of course.

[man groaning]

[Guillermo] Here.

SPAIN NATIONAL IDENTITY DOCUMENT

ESCOSURA STREET

You don't live in this building.

No. We just had to run in there. We were scared.

Are these your children?

These two. He's my nephew, Alberto, and his girlfriend, Cristina.

And why are you here?

We were at the movies.

[Andrea] Listen, sir.

[tense music playing]

What is it, young lady?

My cousin Alberto said a word he shouldn't say.

Oh, did he?

He said the movie that we watched was the s-word.

Well… he shouldn't say that word.

What should we do?

You should tell him not to say bad words 'cause that's what they tell me.

You do as you're told?

Hmm.

Alberto, watch your mouth.

Understood?

Good day.

Good day. Thank you, sir. Let's go.

[Alberto exhales]

Excuse me.

Uh, thank you, sir.

-Of course. -[Cristina] Excuse me.

Are you a Red, sir?

[Guillermo takes a deep breath]

Long before you were born.

Let's go.

[music grows to a crescendo]

[music fades]

The secret police didn't buy it, Mom. I swear.

We're lucky Andrea helped us out.

But how'd you even think of that, honey?

I didn't want them to get hurt.

In the doorway, a boy was beaten up.

[takes a deep breath] Well, you did very good.

But promise me one thing. Never talk about this to anybody.

This goes for all of you. Not a word about this to anyone.

Come on. Let's set the table.

Set the table!

Dad, is it true you were a Red once?

You heard your mom. Nothin' happened. Come on.

-Well, okay. -Guillermo, have you gone crazy?

You were with the girls.

-What you did was really stupid. -Shh. I know. You're right.

Those kids were terrified. How should I have acted?

Sure, but you top it off by saying you were a Red in front of the girls.

Yeah, you're right. That was stupid.

I haven't seen people protesting like that since 1939.

-Uh-huh. -"Spain will be Republican tomorrow."

-Remember? -Yes.

-Everyone in unison. -Very exciting.

But you have to be careful.

-I know. Forgive me. -[Rita sighs]

-I thought I said set the table! -Hey.

[somber piano music playing]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[music fades slowly]

[lighter clicks]

[Rita sighs]

Come on, Guillermo.

[smacks lips] Don't get so upset, honey.

I don't know.

We all do something stupid sometimes.

It's not about today.

[sniffles] That's not it.

For the past 20 years…

[sniffles, clicks tongue]

…I've been lookin' for the moment

to tell you something you don't know about me.

Guillermo, I'm not asking you to--

It's not for you. It's for me. I need to.

[somber music playing]

In 1937… [sniffles]

…during the war,

I saved someone's life.

His name was Manuel Arroyo.

I'm only alive because of him.

When we lost the war, he gave me a new identity.

What should I do with this?

It's for survival, Guillermo. Any hope has vanished.

[Guillermo] I saw him in Madrid years later.

He was on a mission to prove the regime was involved

in helping Nazi criminals escape justice.

Manuel infiltrated the organization,

impersonating a soldier named Adrián Gallardo,

a Spaniard wanted by the Allies.

The deception worked, and he was sent to Argentina.

Adrián Gallardo. I was looking forward to this.

Come to my house first thing tomorrow. We will take care of you.

[Guillermo] And I did my part too.

The Nazis hired me to smuggle stolen pieces of art out of the country,

through La Meridiana.

I kept copies of the paperwork

and sent them to the Republican government in exile.

Everything was fine until the real Adrián Gallardo showed up.

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

[Guillermo] I had to kill him, Rita.

If he talked, the operation would collapse and Manuel and I would have been killed.

-[gun fires] -[Adrián thuds]

[crying]

But… all of that was… [sniffles, whimpers]

It was all pointless.

It wasn't.

After the war…

I was homeless, without a penny to my name.

But look.

Look at this house.

La Meridiana.

Everything we have.

[crying] It's thanks to that shit… that we live the way we live.

You didn't have to tell me any of this.

But thank you.

[whimpers] I'm proud of your honesty.

Really, I am.

[Rita sobbing]

[somber music fades]

LA MERIDIANA TRANSPORT COMPANY

[knocking on door]

-What is it, Dolores? -Mr. Cuesta, you have a visitor.

[gentle music playing]

[Guillermo] Experta.

How long has it been?

Some coffee?

-No, it's okay. -[Guillermo] Come in. This way, please.

Sit right here.

[Experta grunts]

-[sighs] -So tell me.

Oh, my dear, I'm sorry.

I wouldn't have bothered you if--

You can bother me anytime, for any reason you want.

Well, this is a real shocker.

[tense music playing]

Amparo… she didn't want you to know.

-But she's making a mistake. -What is it?

[sighs]

Your son was arrested over three days ago.

[sighs]

[crowd clamoring]

It's already in the papers.

They didn't print his name.

Only the initials are there.

NEW STUDENT DEMONSTRATION IN MADRID

[Experta] J.A.U.P.

COMMUNISTS BLOCK TRAFFIC

[Experta] Communist militant.

You see, your child grew up to be a Red.

Amparo knows?

That's why I'm here.

[sighs] The lady doesn't…

[grunts]

Her industrialist husband is so…

righteous.

Say no more.

Thank you, Experta.

Truly, thank you.

-I'll see what I can do. -[Experta] Hm.

[music grows somber]

[Guillermo] J.A.U.P.

Here are the initials.

Look. José Antonio Urbieta Priego.

-They arrested him at the protest. -Is he in the party, though?

-A card carrier? -[sighs] Don't know.

Ring any bells?

No. No, no, not my group.

Do you know anyone who might know something?

Know something like…?

Well… where he is.

How he's doing.

Does he have a lawyer, or…?

Sure, Guillermo, but so many kids are arrested.

Why does this one interest you so much, huh?

Because he's my son.

[tense music playing]

[Rita breathing shakily]

Listen to me.

Rita. [sighs]

He was born in '38, during the war.

He was registered under Guillermo García Priego.

When the National Army entered Madrid, his mother took him.

What do you mean, she took him?

-Away from you? -Yeah, she took him from me.

She said that I was hopeless.

She thought they'd kill me, and she didn't look back.

You haven't seen him since then?

When he was little, for a few months. He had a rheumatic fever.

His mother called me to treat it.

[Rita sighs]

He thinks his father died fighting for Franco.

[Rita exhales]

So what happened? What…?

His mother… Is she asking for help?

No, I didn't talk to his mother.

Besides, knowing her, she'd want to keep a low profile.

My son is alone.

Have I ever…?

Have I ever seen this woman?

Yes. At our wedding.

[music fades]

-She was the blonde? -Mm-hmm.

The one we were never gonna see again.

Fuck, Guillermo.

[huffs]

I couldn't tell you.

It was too much of a risk. For all of us.

You understand?

I'm going to ask

and see what information I can get.

[sighs deeply]

[man] Today and tomorrow.

-[Guillermo] Just let me know. -[man] Yeah. Great.

[phone ringing]

-Meridiana. Hello? -[Rita] I've gotten what you wanted.

Remember that bar? The one where we first met?

Yeah. Of course I do.

See you there. Eight o'clock.

Don't be late.

Rita. Look at the signals. I don't want you to get a ticket.

[Rita] Don't worry.

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Rita sighs]

Hey.

-How are you? -Fine.

Good.

Come on. Sit here.

-He can't be too far behind. -Who?

[Rita] Look, there he is. [clears throat]

I didn't tell him it's your son.

I'm so happy to see you.

Me as well.

Shall I get beers?

-Thank you. -[Galán sighs]

[Galán] I'm here to return the favor. I hope I'm up to the task.

You're right. The boy is one of ours.

He's in Carabanchel awaiting trial.

He arrived a little… roughed up at the station.

They got him good at the protest.

-Those sons of bitches. -But he doesn't have any broken bones.

Only some bruises and cuts.

In the interrogation room, they only slapped him around a little.

The drinks are coming.

-[sighs] Does he have a lawyer? -Uh-huh, yes.

Who is it?

Ricardo.

Oh, that's great.

-Ricardo Ruíz is one of our best. -[Galán] Mm-hmm.

I wanna visit him.

My love, that would be very difficult.

They only allow family to visit.

[Guillermo sighs]

I want to see him.

-There has to be a way. -Hold on. Let's think about this.

Seriously.

You'll be in danger.

You'll put her in danger.

And everyone around you.

Have faith. José Antonio's in good hands.

In the best hands we can count on.

My love.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone ringing]

[music fades]

-Hello? -[Rita] Guillermo.

I'm calling to tell you that tonight we're having a guest over.

-[Guillermo] At home? -Of course. Where else?

-And the kids? -Manuel will take them to the movies.

You do your thing.

It's okay. I've already taken care of it.

You've been taking care of a lot of things.

But do come home soon. Don't keep us waiting.

Love you.

You too.

This is Ricardo Ruíz, José Antonio's lawyer.

-Have you seen him? -You don't have to worry.

He's fine. Even with all this… he's okay.

Ricardo knows that you want to visit.

[Ricardo] It won't be easy, but there's a chance. [sighs]

What chance?

Well, we could say that you're another lawyer.

If you're willing, the party can get you the documentation needed.

I've talked to Fernando. He agrees.

How do we do this?

We'll forge your photo on the card of a lawyer who,

in theory, helps me defend my clients.

He's a comrade who's in on this too.

No one will be suspicious. I represent about 20 people in there.

I mean, there's still a risk of… getting caught.

I'll bring you the photo.

[breathing shakily]

[sighs, quietly] All right.

Leave it on the table, and I'll look at it later. Thank you.

I'm goin' on a meeting.

-[Dolores] Are you coming back later? -[Guillermo] I don't know. I'll try to.

Should we call the cops if you don't?

That's not necessary.

-Okay. -I assure you.

[energetic music playing]

You look the part.

Shall we?

[Ricardo sighs]

Listen. [clears throat] Have you ever been there?

No. Will we be alone?

Uh, no.

Not quite.

On José Antonio's side, there will be… an official.

Sometimes, as soon as you sit down, they leave.

But they always leave the door open.

Here it is.

BAR ASSOCIATION OF MADRID

[Ricardo sighs] A work of art.

PROVINCIAL PRISON OF MADRID

Have a good day.

I'm gonna see my clients.

-I'll wait for you outside. -Okay.

[quietly] They bought it. Relax.

VISITING ROOM 1

[bright instrumental music playing]

Is it better now?

Hi, Dad.

I've known for a while.

[chuckles softly]

[Guillermo gasps]

Uh, your mother told you?

When you were treating my fever, I began to wonder about,

"Who the heck is this doctor who's so interested in me?"

"Who teaches me to play chess. Who read me books."

Was I that obvious?

I thought Mom had a boyfriend, but you didn't show up again.

Until one day, I was going through her things,

and I found my birth certificate in there.

The real one.

I'm surprised she kept it.

[scoffs] I know.

I tried to talk to Experta, but… she just brushed it away.

[both laugh]

-Of course. -[chuckles]

I showed her the document, and she talked.

She told me… all of it.

Amparo knows that you…?

Thank you, Dad.

Thank you for taking care of me back then and everything else.

Also, for respecting my mother's wish.

She did what she thought was best for me.

I know you don't hold it against her. I don't either.

What good is bad blood anyway?

And thanks for risking coming here.

I wouldn't leave you high and dry.

Whatever happens.

Okay?

[Dolores] Another German retiring on the coast.

[sighs] Where's he going?

[Dolores] To Granada.

Wouldn't it make more sense to go with a local agency than us?

Well, our reputation precedes us.

We're effective.

And the Germans have fixed ideas.

It's fine with me. Let them all in.

They pay in marks, and we need those.

-Thanks. -[knocking on door]

Sorry. I don't mean to interrupt.

-Afternoon, Dolores. -I was just on the way out.

What is it?

Ricardo called.

José Antonio got eight months and one day.

I wanted to come tell you in person.

[somber music playing]

I swear, they've done everything they could for him.

But he's gonna be okay.

Ricardo says that you can still go and visit.

But you have to be careful.

[Guillermo crying softly]

[under breath] Motherfuckers.

Those motherfuckers.

-[Rita] My love. -When will they pay?

When will they pay for this?

[breathing shakily]

[sniffles]

[José Antonio] Eight months?

[Guillermo] Eight months, yes.

I know that at your age, eight months seems like an eternity.

But when you become an old man, like me, you'll realize that time flies by.

[José Antonio] You are not old.

Not now, and not in 20 years.

[chuckles]

Remember to exercise.

You gotta keep busy.

We can get you everything you need.

Or at least, we can try.

Don't worry about me.

I read what I can.

Study what I can. I can't stand still.

That's the spirit.

When you get out of here, I'll be outside waiting for you.

There's so much to catch up on.

[gentle music playing]

I can't wait for you to see your brother and your sisters.

[José sobs softly]

Hey, hey. Strength. Always strength.

[José] Mm.

[man] Smile, Juan. Come on. There.

[camera shutter clicks]

[chuckles]

Well done. I'm sure the kids look fantastic.

-[Simona laughs] -Well, that's great. Just the kids do?

Well, Pacheco, them and the lady are a work of art.

-Don't need any help. But you? Mm. -[Simona laughs]

-I do portraits. I don't do miracles. -[Manuel laughs]

He's right, Galician.

You have the gift of gab. What do I owe you?

-Nothin'. It's okay. -Please, Ariel.

Really, I don't want your money. I mean it.

You didn't charge me when you fixed my accounts. Remember?

-[Manuel] Mm-hmm. -[Simona] I'm gonna take the kids home.

-Thank you, Ariel. Say hello to Rosario. -[Ariel] Of course.

[Simona] Hmm.

-See you, Ariel. -[Ariel] Bye. See you.

See you.

[Simona] And don't forget again. Bring some empanadas.

As you wish.

-Pacheco. -Hmm?

You're not in Argentina to make money.

Am I wrong?

[tense music playing]

But I hit the jackpot.

[laughs]

-You all look so happy together. -Mm-hmm.

A family is so much more. Not just what you see in a portrait.

And we are happy.

-Our life is quiet. We want for nothing. -[chuckles]

I see. So that's the formula.

A small and peaceful life, yeah.

No past, though?

Mm. Better this way.

In Spain, do they know how lucky you are?

Come on. I'll help you clean this up.

No, no. No, no, no. Leave it. Leave it.

Just buy me a good cortado, and I'll be happy.

-You're just worried I'll break something. -[laughs]

I know you well.

[tense music fades]

PROVINCIAL PRISON OF MADRID

[energetic instrumental music playing]

[Guillermo and José sigh]

Thank goodness. It felt like forever.

[José exhales deeply]

-Come on. They can't wait to meet you. -[José chuckles]

I'd like to stop by home first.

I could use a shower, and I want to change.

Great. It's that one.

You know, it's true that the stink of jail sticks on you.

If that's all that sticks, good.

[door opens]

This way.

-[keys clatter] -[Guillermo] Hello?

[Rita] Oh, they're already here. Come.

[takes a deep breath] Come!

[Guillermo] Here is José Antonio.

-Don't overwhelm him. -[Rita] Don't be silly.

-Come in. -[gentle music playing]

[Guillermo] Rita.

-How are you? -Maybe you know each other.

Well, no. No, we haven't met. But welcome.

-Thanks. -These are your siblings.

-Manuel. -Nice to meet you.

Rita. And this girl, you know, she looks familiar, but I'm not sure…

-[Rita and José laugh] -My name is Andrea.

And no wonder you don't remember it because this house is a mess.

Look. Mom calls Dad Guillermo, although we have to say his name is Rafa.

Well, it's going to get even messier

'cause I'm José Antonio, but he calls me Guillermo.

You like to make things complicated.

[all laugh]

And us? Which name do you prefer?

What about… brother?

-Great! Let's eat. -[Andrea] Let's go.

-Sit. -[Rita] Let's eat.

-Sit there. With me. Come on. -[José sighs]

[gentle music fades]

What are your plans?

First things first, I want to get back to teaching.

I'm excited to.

You like teaching?

And researching.

I did what I could in prison.

But it was harder. [sighs]

Oh, sure. I imagine.

Will you still be political?

-Rita, please. -Sorry. [sighs]

Uh, despite the conviction?

Eight months didn't break me.

Others have paid a higher price.

Well, you gotta do what you gotta do, right?

Dad, are you going to go to jail?

No, sweetie. No. Don't be worried.

Since you're a Red.

Oh, no, Andrea. Don't say that.

No, no. What Daddy meant was measles.

Remember when you had measles when you were little,

and you were red all over?

Well, Daddy was all red like you. [laughs]

Because of measles.

That's exactly what happened. Yep.

Exactly.

[Rita] Come on. Eat your melon.

Spaniards…

PRESIDENT OF THE SPANISH GOVERNMENT

…Franco… is dead.

The exceptional man,

who before God and history,

assumed the immense responsibility

of the most demanding and sacrificed…

[Manuel] He died while having the upper hand until the very end.

What a damn shame.

-For 40 years, we couldn't even… -So, what should we do?

[Manuel sighs]

Franco is gone, but Francoism is…

No dictator, no dictatorship.

We will see.

…at this moment, my voice will reach your homes…

[Simona] Do you want to go back?

No.

Are you sure you don't want to fight now?

And start all over again?

Think about it.

Look what's happening in Argentina.

And I fear the worst is yet to come.

But my life is here.

With you and the children.

That's where my fight is now.

You're one of a kind, you know?

How could I not love you?

[newscaster] An extraordinary man, the last of the West European dictators,

and the only one of them whose power was undiminished

until he stopped breathing.

He'd been half-dead for weeks, nine-tenths dead most of that time,

but nobody dared move to replace him

for fear that he might recover and exert retribution.

Finally. Pinche pendejo.

[newscaster] Fear is a large part of the legacy he left behind.

The fear of his friends, that this is the end…

Hey. [sniffles]

I think there's a bottle of champagne in the fridge.

-Want to grab two glasses? Yeah? -Of course.

[newscaster] …prosperity and fear among liberals

and on the left of the right-wing backlash

that they'd been expecting for weeks, just hours after his death.

Tonight, in Madrid, Barcelona, Bilbao, Seville,

all across Spain, would-be politicians, lawyers, journalists,

who have, for many years, been waiting to take part in public life…

[Arias Navarro] …its orphaned citizens, it is time for sorrow.

-But it is not time for dejection… -Again?

How many times will they show this?

That poor man. I feel bad.

Poor man? You want to know who this man is?

-Do you? -During the war, he was given a nickname.

The Butcher of Málaga.

[Rita] You can imagine how he got that name.

This sad guy? Are you sure?

Yes, Andrea. I'm sure.

My goodness.

Look, I really hope they teach this to your kids at school.

Because you guys…

-What a pity. -[speech continues indistinctly on TV]

[Rita sighs]

Well… [sighs]

…we've already learned it by heart.

Let's finish setting the table.

[sighs] Guillermo… they don't understand any of it.

And it's our fault because at school,

they fill their heads with nonsense and stories.

While we're here, not telling them how it is.

It's really my fault. But they're grown up now.

Better days are coming, Rita.

And they'll understand everything correctly.

What do you think? That dead dogs don't bite?

-We'll see what the prince does. -What could the prince do?

-"Tied up tight," you remember? -Yeah.

Look, if we're not pushing from below--

Rita, Rita. You're right, but try to calm down.

I've been nothing but calm.

I don't think the regime can work without Franco. Things will change.

The ones who have been squeezing us dry through this

will not surrender without a fight.

Think about it.

Who's interested in keeping things exactly the way they are?

-Not me. I can assure you that. -Not you, not me, not most people.

We do this because we don't want our children

to go through what we had to go through.

We know that.

I hope these thoughts are shared by many other people, Guillermo.

[Rita sighs]

[man on radio] Together with the radio stations that integrate

the National Radio Broadcasting Network of the Republic of Argentina,

the population is being informed that the nation is now under the control

of the military leadership.

Measures are being put in place in accordance with…

The military again.

…to ensure peace and security…

You could see it coming. Unfortunately, you could see it coming.

…but as of today,

the laws will now be enforced by the military police.

This will continue until further notice.

I repeat, the population…

And now what happens?

We should stay calm and wait.

…today, the civilian population

must follow the orders of the military police.

Please stay inside your homes, and be sure to take extreme precautions

and avoid any actions and behaviors that could be interpreted as suspicious…

Think about it, Guillermo. Manuel is a citizen of Spain, no?

Then what could stop him from returning? I don't understand.

[Guillermo sighs]

It's not that easy.

Why?

Because of what you did?

Guillermo, I don't know…

Couldn't you, maybe, um, pull some strings from here?

I don't even know what name he's under.

[birds singing]

TELEPHONE

[man] What a mess, huh?

In Argentina, I mean.

Those countries are a disaster. They're ruled with an iron fist.

A firm hand is all they respond to.

-Maybe they got it from us. -[man] Maybe.

My dad was in Evita's security detail once.

When was that?

In '47.

I wasn't born yet, and I almost wasn't.

-He was absolutely entranced by her. -[phone ringing]

[man] "What a woman."

"An angel from heaven."

My mother didn't appreciate it.

So much so, she swore off meat. [scoffs] In case the cow was Argentinian.

[phone ringing]

Thank you.

Yes?

[Dolores] You have a call, Mr. Cuesta. She says it's personal.

Who is it?

She said Ms. Williams.

[tense music playing]

I'll take the call.

-Afternoon, Meg. -[Meg] How are you doing, Rafael?

I just got back from London, and… we need to talk.

We need to talk as soon as you can.

About our friend?

I am very worried about him.

-So am I. -He needs to get out of the country.

When are you free?

[Meg] I am afraid of what might happen to him.

Right now, Argentina is on the same path as Chile.

Believe me. I know what I am talking about.

They want to eradicate all the Communists in Latin America.

By any means necessary.

By any means necessary.

The repression started with the coup d'état.

Hundreds of people are getting arrested.

So if Manuel is involved in something, every second counts.

We haven't talked in years.

We haven't talked since back then.

Have you?

No.

Here I was, hoping that you could help me.

And I was hoping the same.

Manolo is clever.

He knows how to survive.

Yes, but if they link him

to any organization that's Communist, it won't…

It wouldn't matter if he was teaching people to read or handing out food.

He will get arrested.

As a subversive.

Just like in Spain, not that long ago, when you didn't lift a finger to help.

No, this is much worse.

Because over there, they have the blessing of our Department of State.

You heard me correctly.

My country is backing the dictators of the Southern Cone.

And I repeat that I know what I am talking about.

When you're arrested, no one ever sees you again.

Sometimes you're tortured.

Sometimes you're killed and disappear without a trace.

-No one holds them to account? -No, on the contrary.

"Thank you so much for cleaning our backyard."

That's how it was in Chile. That's how it is in Argentina.

[Guillermo] We have to get him out.

[Guillermo] He's been in Argentina for years, posing as a Spanish immigrant.

The Nazis he exposed were influential figures.

If they get him and start digging, there will be a line to kill him.

Maybe he walked away from it all, disillusioned.

Thinking that your work was just… all for nothing.

Or he did the opposite.

Manolo fought for freedom and justice for all.

Well, in Argentina, he must've been busy.

[quietly] Yes.

Whenever anything happened there, I would think of him.

There was a bombing in Plaza de Mayo in '55. You recall?

Yes.

There were Spaniards that were also killed.

And he wasn't in any of the lists.

Which identity, though?

I'll still try to find him.

But don't go to the Argentinian consulate.

You should go to Foreign Affairs.

Though I don't think

our ministry would be interested in helping a subversive, if I'm honest.

[sighs] Why don't you try to get some sleep, at least?

You need rest.

[Guillermo] Hmm.

Good night, my love.

[Guillermo sighs]

[energetic music playing]

[music fades]

[indistinct chatter]

MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Good morning.

I'm here to inquire about these Spanish citizens in Argentina.

Are they trying to repatriate?

I don't know. I was just trying to find out if they were fine.

How do you know they're there?

They are friends of mine. Immigrants after the war.

If they left, I would have heard about it.

-[tense music playing] -[Guillermo] Is there a problem?

And who are you, sir?

Um, excuse me, um…

I'm a friend of these people. I'm looking for information--

-Your documents. -Yes, of course.

[man] Enough! My girlfriend is from Spain, and I haven't heard from her.

Excuse me, sir. Calm down.

-[man] You have to help me! -[guard] Lower your voice.

-[man] I'm not gonna. You have to help. -[guard] Papers.

-[man] He has my papers. -[guard] Get out.

-[man] Know what? I don't want to. -[officer] Get out.

-Shut it! Get the hell out! -[man shouting]

[ominous music playing]

[music fades]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone there?

-[clicks tongue] -[receiver clatters]

-Is it just you here? -Thank God.

-I hate filling these things out. -Hmm.

-For the university? -Mm-hmm.

-[kisses] -[phone ringing]

They just called. No one was there.

-Hello? -[Meg] Hello, Mr. Pacheco.

[tense music playing]

[quietly] Speaking.

José Pacheco Hernández?

That's correct.

I would like to meet with Mr. Peter Louzán.

I was told you might be able to help me.

[knocking on door]

[Meg sniffles]

[sighs] I thought it might be a little harder to find you, gachupín.

[music fades slowly]

Is that a good thing or bad?

Your friend Rafael will also be glad to know you are doing all right.

-He's been worried-- -Why are you here?

[clicks tongue] The passport of Peter Louzán has already lapsed.

Don't try to renew it.

Didn't plan on it.

The CIA has a lot of operatives in this country.

[Manuel] Mm.

And they would quickly realize that Peter Louzán was a fabrication.

And they would hand me over to the military.

Because the CIA's behind it.

[Meg takes a deep breath]

They're behind it, inside it.

Without the CIA, they--

I just wanted to hear you say it.

[Manuel sighs deeply]

Who answered the phone earlier?

[somber music playing]

My eldest daughter.

-You started a family here? -Mm-hmm.

[Meg chuckles softly]

Could you be linked in any way to the subversives?

Oh, thanks to your government, they could do whatever they want.

I left it all behind me, Meg. The Nazis, the Montoneros, trade unions.

My only fight now is for my family. It's everything that matters.

You're full of it.

But it doesn't matter because that makes it easier to get you out.

I still have some friends in Washington who owe me some favors.

So what we can do, then,

is renew Peter Louzán's passport without having to go to the consulate.

It'll take a while.

-Things are different from before. -Hmm.

But come with me to the United States. I'll help you.

-And then we'll bring your family. -I won't abandon them here.

I wouldn't do it even if Argentina was free,

so I won't do it now.

You haven't changed, gachupín.

[inhales sharply]

I've tried not to. Some days, I succeed. Some days, I don't.

[Meg sighs heavily]

What we did was very dangerous.

What I did, you mean.

But we got out of it.

But right now, it's much worse. Everything is so different.

You can't imagine what they are capable of doing.

If your past comes to light, gachupín,

I won't give a peso for you or your family.

It was good to see you, Meg.

Thank you for everything.

[Meg sighs]

[exhales shakily]

[somber music fades]

The Bee Gees sold out to disco, Simona.

-Since then, they're unbearable. -You are unbearable.

-Go ask your girlfriend, huh? -You have a girlfriend?

Guys, you can worship whoever you want,

but in this house, but there's only one God, and that's Gardel.

[both] Yes, Mom.

Yes, Mom. Sure thing.

[Simona 2] The last album was better. I'm telling you.

[boy] No, don't go there.

[Simona] Please. How can you compare that music?

-[Simona 2] What's for lunch? -[Simona] Chicken.

[Simona 2 groans]

[clock ticking]

[car honking in distance]

-[engine revving] -[ominous music playing]

[tires squeal]

This is it!

It's a nest of subversive traitors in there.

-Let's go. -[man 1 whistles]

-Shh, shh! Don't turn on the lights. -[gasps] What's going on?

-[shouting outside] -The kids.

-[man 2] Surround the house. -The kids.

[man 2] Make sure they don't escape through the yard.

[Simona hushes]

-[Simona 2] What's going on? -Keep quiet.

-They're taking Rosario and Ariel. -[Simona 2 gasps]

Stay out of sight.

[Rosario crying]

[man 3] You see? Isn't she pretty when she shuts up?

No! No! No! No! [groans]

[Simona gasps]

[brothers breathing shakily]

[man 3] The fuck you lookin' at? You like me?

You wanna be beaten to a pulp? Huh?

[Rosario gasping]

[Simona 2 gasps]

-Mom, what's going on? -[Manuel] Go to your rooms immediately.

Stay quiet and leave the lights off. Now.

-Oh my God. -[Simona] Just go to your rooms.

[man 4] Come on.

-[car doors close] -[man 4] Come on.

[engines start]

[Manuel] I don't know the brother.

But Rosario and Ariel never got involved in anything.

-Calm down. -I never heard the slightest comment.

Calm down, Galician.

The kids will hear you, and they're scared enough.

We're all always scared.

The whole country is.

We've been tamed with so much fear.

But we're not deaf, blind, or mute.

Don't do anything crazy.

Think of your children.

It's because I'm thinking of them that I can't close my eyes any longer.

Pretending our neighbors were still there, sleeping quietly in bed.

[music fades]

[Manuel panting]

[indistinct chatter]

[Sakic] Hey, Spaniard.

Adrián.

[tense music playing]

[laughs] I thought that was you.

I never forget a face.

Don't tell me you work for us and I didn't know about it.

I came to check on my neighbors.

They were taken last night. It has to be a mistake.

We check every accusation, Adrián. There's lots of activity these days.

And we can make mistakes.

But if we made one here, they'll be released today.

-That right, Colonel? -No question about it.

Let's go inside. We'll check it out.

[Sakic] Ariel Grigoryan and Rosario Bergman.

The names don't ring a bell.

Have you been neighbors for long?

For over ten years.

So how do you know them?

From… around the neighborhood?

At Sunday barbecue?

Yes, we've had some barbecues.

These are honest, hardworking people.

I've never heard them complain even once about politics.

Those, Adrián, are the worst.

The ones that go unnoticed.

The ones that never raise their voice and never stand out.

But then… [scoffs]

…when it's their moment, they just… cry for their mama.

If Ariel and Rosario are subversives, I'm Evita Perón.

[laughs] Why do you stand up for them? What have they done for you?

They didn't need to do anything.

It's just strange.

We did you so many favors,

and you turn your back on us, right there on the spot.

What's your problem?

Do I have to justify myself every single time?

[door squeaks open]

[colonel] I checked, okay?

There is no record of those people getting arrested.

Moreover, last night, we didn't take any action at the residence mentioned--

Colonel, I saw it happen with my own eyes last night.

[colonel] Oh, my friend.

It could've been subversives with stolen uniforms.

Wouldn't be the first time.

[sighs] All right.

I guess it's settled.

-[Manuel grunts] -[Sakic] Don't complicate things, Adrián.

Enjoy your life. Enjoy what you have.

But… be careful.

There are a lot of subversives out there.

[door opens, closes]

[tense music fades]

[Manuel] Subversives in disguise.

What a joke.

They kidnap, torture, and kill, and then they laugh in our faces.

[somber music playing]

[softly] Listen to me. You can go back to Spain.

I only know two things for sure.

I won't trade one dictatorship for another one.

And the second?

Wherever I go next, you're coming with me.

[energetic music playing]

Hello there.

-I want to see the consul. -Gonna need more than that.

[Manuel] My name is Manuel Arroyo Benítez.

PASSPORT SPAIN

But those are some of my other names.

I arrived in Argentina as an agent of the Spanish Republic in exile

to carry out a diplomatic mission that was unsuccessful.

I came to serve my country, and I got trapped.

Now my family is in danger, I think I have the right to return.

Of course, sir.

You and your family will be repatriated as soon as we can.

You have my word. Spain is changing.

It's gradual, but it's happening.

People like you are needed more than ever.

One more thing.

-What is it? -Can you help me find an address?

[door unlocks]

[Guillermo] Rita!

Rita!

[energetic string music playing]

-[Rita] What is it? -Ri-- [grunts]

What is it?

It's from Manolo.

They're flying to Madrid.

Oh, that's great.

I'm so happy, Guillermo.

[Simona] Go to the car. We'll be right behind you.

[birds singing outside]

[Simona 2 sighs]

Goodbye, Argentina. Defeated, I leave you.

Come on, Simona. That sounded like a tango.

Because it is, Galician.

Our next life begins, but this one ends.

No, my love.

Nothing begins or ends today.

We're leaving to survive. And so our children can live free.

-The rest… -The rest is just literature.

-[Manuel chuckles] -You're right.

You think we'll come back here?

Who knows?

[engine starts]

[indistinct chatter]

[woman on PA] This is the final boarding call

for passengers on flight AE-582 to Barcelona. Please…

[dramatic orchestral music playing]

[Rita] Hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] All right.

Everything will be fine.

How long's it been since you last saw each other?

Well… 30 years, more or less.

He probably looks different now.

-He could. -It's possible you won't--

There he is.

[indistinct, excited chatter]

[orchestral music building]

[Guillermo chuckling, gasps]

[crying] My friend.

How I've missed you!

[Manuel and Guillermo crying softly]

-[Guillermo] Manuel, Rita, my wife. -[music fades]

[dramatic orchestral music playing]