Original subtitles

(theme music playing)

(gate buzzing)

Arantxa: HI, JOXE MARI.

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT WRITING YOU FOR A WHILE,

BUT I FINALLY MADE UP MY MIND.

I HAD ASKED CELESTE FOR HELP, OF COURSE.

Man: Okay, Arantxa, let's go.

-Arantxa: HOW ARE YOU? -Man: Up we go.

Arantxa: HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT ETA STOPPING?

Did you grab the snack I packed?

Arantxa: HOW DO YOU SEE IT FROM IN THERE?

I ASKED MOM TO GIVE YOU A PICTURE OF ME NOW,

BUT SHE WOULDN'T.

SHE SAYS I SHOULD WAIT,

BECAUSE YOU'RE FEELING DOWN LATELY,

AND SEEING ME LIKE THIS WOULD DEPRESS YOU.

BUT I WANT YOU TO SEE ME AS I AM NOW.

WHAT'S THE POINT OF HIDING?

I'M NOT GONNA LIE.

I'M PRETTY MESSED UP.

I NEED HELP FOR EVERYTHING,

LIKE A CHILD.

AND I'M SICK OF ALL THESE PEOPLE PUSHING ME

AND GIVING ME ADVICE AND FEEDING ME

AND JUST TRYING TO HELP ME IN GENERAL.

WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO BE ALONE AGAIN.

AND NOT HAVE TO PUT UP WITH EVERYBODY'S DISPLAYS OF PATIENCE

FOR NOT DOING THEM THE FAVOR OF DYING.

Woman: Hi, cutie.

Arantxa: BUT WHAT I HATE MOST IS THE FLATTERY.

"BYE, BEAUTIFUL." "HELLO, BEAUTIFUL."

I HATE IT.

Physiotherapist: Hey, Arantxa.

You look lovely today.

Ready for the exercises?

One, two and three.

-(Arantxa grunts) -Come on.

(grunting)

Come on, you can do it.

Good. That's great.

Celeste: I wish you could have seen her...

Arantxa: I HADN'T LOOKED IN THE MIRROR

EVER SINCE WHAT HAPPENED.

Don't cry about it.

There are so many things to cry about these days...

Arantxa: I ASKED DAD TO COVER THEM AT HOME.

I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE MYSELF, NOT EVEN IN THE STOREFRONTS.

What? I don't understand you.

Arantxa: I'D RATHER BE DEAD THAN UGLY,

CRIPPLED, DROOLING.

-Look at yourself? -Arantxa: Hmm. Hmm!

I WAS SO HOT, DAMN IT!

Well, yes, of course, let's take a look.

You're beautiful.

Come on. All right.

Come on.

Okay, let's see.

Arantxa: YOU HAVE YOUR PRISON AND I HAVE MINE.

MY BODY IS MINE,

I GOT SENTENCED FOR LIFE.

THERE'S ANOTHER DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND ME.

YOU'RE THERE BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID,

BUT, WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?

(grunts sharply)

ONE MORE THING.

TXATO'S WIFE BITTORI IS GOING TO WRITE TO YOU.

I WOULD LIKE YOU TO ANSWER HER.

SHE'S A GOOD WOMAN.

MOM DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW.

THIS IS YOUR SISTER ASKING, WHO REMEMBERS YOU.

KISSES.

(pop music playing over speakers)

♪ ♪

(inaudible)

Yay!

(inaudible)

♪ ♪

(inaudible)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

Bartender: What can I get you?

Three gin and tonics.

Hey, there. I'm Guille.

Do you dance the slow ones?

Of course not.

♪ ♪

-Should we head out? -Hmm.

Yeah, yeah.

Guille: I hope you're nicer to me next time.

Come on, leave me alone.

I have a boyfriend.

That's not true.

-How would you know? -Nerea told me.

-You spying on me? -Oh, yeah.

And I knew you'd play hard to get.

But I don't care about that.

I'm not gonna give up that easily.

♪ ♪

Arantxa: Come on, Nerea, we're leaving.

Bye, Jon, you hot thing.

My name's Edu.

(laughing)

You're fucking amazing.

Listen, that guy in the striped shirt

said you talked about me.

Yeah, Guille.

He asked me your name

and if you had a boyfriend.

I told him you wish you had one.

Why are you such a jerk?

Come on, man, I was joking.

But, seriously, he's from Renteria.

He's kinda dull but he whispered

nice things to me while slow-dancing.

-Really? -Hmm.

If that's the case, then why don't you keep him?

He's not my type.

His family's from a town in Salamanca.

What's that gotta do with anything?

No, it's nothing. I don't know.

He's okay for dancing, but for more, no.

-Hi. -Hey.

♪ ♪

Come on, Arantxa.

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Look at you with that silly smile. What's up?

I have a boyfriend, Mom.

From town?

Renteria.

And what's his name?

Guillermo.

-Guillermo. -Hmm.

Is he in the Civil Guard?

No, he's not.

He's an administrative assistant

at the Renteria paper mill.

-Good money? -Mom, how would I know?

I haven't asked.

-(telephone ringing) -Miren: Ugh.

Coming.

-Okay, I'm leaving. -Hey, Dad.

Miren: Hello?

Yeah, okay.

-Dad. -Miren: Okay.

I just told Mom.

I have a boyfriend.

Since last month.

Bring him over. I'll take him up to dinner at the club.

Does he bike?

Hmm... No, no.

-No, he doesn't bike, Dad. -Oh, well, that's okay.

-Guillermo. -Guillermo, what?

Guillermo Hernandez Carrizo.

What?

-Does he speak Basque? -Not a word.

Pro-independence?

He's not really into politics.

Well, Joxe Mari is definitely not gonna like him.

What makes you think that?

(rock music playing over speakers)

But don't freak out.

All you have to do is

hang out with him here in town.

At the Arrano.

Then everybody will get used to seeing you with him.

Hmm.

-Okay. -You'll meet them, don't worry.

-Hey. -Friends: AUPA. AUPA.

-Hello, how are you? -Good.

-Guillermo. -AUPA.

-What's up?

-Nice to meet you. -AUPA.

-Well... -Well, good to see you.

-AGUR. -AGUR.

Guillermo: They were really nice.

-Hey. -Man: AUPA!

You guys wanna bum one?

-No, no, no. -Arantxa: No, that's okay.

We know it's never just one.

Okay, I'll see you guys.

-Woman: See you. -Guillermo: Bye, nice to meet you.

-Bye. -Woman: Bye.

-Man: AGUR. -Woman: AGUR.

I-I'd really like to meet them.

Not yet.

Why not?

Trust me on this one.

I'll meet your parents first

and you'll meet my parents later.

Why is the order important, hmm?

What's wrong? You think they won't like me, hmm?

I shave and shower every single day.

So silly.

Mm!

-Come on, stay a little longer. -No. I can't.

It's not even that late.

Yes, it is,

and I really have to go.

-You're so beautiful. -(chuckles)

But just for the record, I still don't understand.

When you walk into my brothers' bedroom

and see the stuff on his walls,

you'll get it.

I have to go.

-I'll call you tomorrow? -Please do.

Hello.

Hey, Mom.

(sniffles)

Mom, are you okay?

Mm-mmm.

(door closes)

Dad?

Ara, Ara. Come here.

What happened?

Mom saw Joxe Mari at a riot

burning a bus, and they argued.

So that's why they're upset.

Joxe Mari hit dad.

Holy shit.

Yeah.

Gorka...

promise me you won't get into any trouble.

Promise me.

What are you gonna do?

The same thing you should do.

Leave this place.

(cheering)

Man: Have some champagne.

Yeah. There's no way I'd miss that...

I can't believe we're actually married.

What do you mean?

-(overlapping chatter) -(laughter)

From my father.

(laughter)

Man:

Don't drink too much.

(overlapping chatter)

Listen up. Listen up, everyone.

-(clinking glass) -Okay, okay. Shh.

Well, uh, I'm a man of few words,

you know that, don't you?

But, um...

My dear children...

I wish you all the happiness in the world.

I really do.

And, Arantxa, welcome to our family.

Well said, Rafa.

Hurray for the couple!

-man: Congrats! -Hurray!

-Rafa: I'll drink to that. -Woman: Cheers.

Rafa: Cheers.

Joxian: Careful with the champagne, Grandma.

Your hair might curl up.

Okay, come on, that's it. Come on.

-Hey! -Grandma.

Joxian: Just get over here.

Rafa: All right, yeah.

"An intimate celebration."

More like a funeral, if you ask me.

Come on, say something. What did you think of it?

It was okay.

The meat was a little tough.

A little? Hard as a rock.

And the soup was just meh.

We've been to better places, and cheaper too.

But, of course, when you go against God's will,

stuff like this happens.

Looks like Arantxa's getting along

with her mother-in-law.

You noticed, right?

Like when she was helping her arrange the napkins.

And when she wiped the mayonnaise off her mustache.

Because if that isn't a mustache, I'm a nun.

Don't start.

And you were getting along with Guillermo.

What was so funny?

You're gonna complain about him too?

He's a piece of cake.

The only thing I worry about

is Arantxa being too bossy with him.

Well, looks like you two enjoyed a private conversation.

We both like to watch sports.

And then you had your little emotional scene.

You cried in front of everyone.

I mean, you could've gone to the bathroom.

Why did you have to embarrass me like that?

I told you I couldn't help it, okay?

Yeah, what you couldn't help was getting drunk on cava.

-I'm not blind. -Cut me some slack, huh?

I was thinking about our son.

We were all there celebrating and he was God knows where.

Thank God you didn't talk about Joxe Mari.

That's the last thing we needed.

I'd throw a plate at you, I'm telling you.

Well, I think they're out of place.

I mean, they're nice, they're polite,

and all that stuff,

but it's obvious they don't fit in.

It's the way they talk and move.

They even chew weird.

And get ready, your grandson's last name will be Hernandez.

I get a stomachache just thinking about it.

I don't know, Joxian, where did we go wrong?

How did our daughter turn out to be so weird?

Joxian?

Are you asleep?

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Like we discussed last night,

I go in with the gun, you wait outside.

Couldn't we flip a coin for it?

No fucking way. I'll do it.

I have to start someday.

Yeah, sure.

There he is.

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Man 1 (over radio): WHAT WOULD YOU TELL OUR LISTENERS ABOUT THAT?

Man 2 (over radio): WELL, AT FIRST I WOULD SAY TO THE LISTENERS

TO JUST TRUST US, TRUST US, AND...

Hey, would you mind waiting outside?

We haven't opened yet.

(weakly): Don't shoot, please. Take the money.

(breathing heavily)

Come on, Joxe!

Any news from Joxe Mari?

Nothing new.

Well, we have news from Koldo.

So he's in Mexico, as a refugee.

We know because he wrote a letter

to one of my sisters, the one in Cordoba.

Did he say anything about Joxe Mari?

Nothing.

No news from Joxe Mari,

but good news from the other son.

Great news.

Gorka won a prize.

(laughs)

Hey. Hey. Listen up, everyone.

Come on, come on.

Gorka, my son, won a prize.

He even got in the newspaper.

See, here, here it is.

(clears throat) "The winner of the literary contest

"organized by the Bank of Guipuzcoa

"in the poetry in Basque category

was Gorka Garmendia."

Uh, my son, the youngest.

"With a poem titled 'The Mountain's Voice,'

"with a deserved prize of 10,000 pesetas

and a luxurious trophy."

Man: 10,000 pesetas, that's amazing.

You better lock him up in the writing room.

You're gonna be rich, huh?

Come on, stop it.

"Um, the winner said that he was happy and overwhelmed,

"and also that the prize encouraged him

to continue writing."

Look. Shh. Lookit.

His name is here. So big, huh?

Wow. You know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking drinks are on you this afternoon, huh, Garmendia?

Of course, man. Drinks to my son.

And to freaking poetry, damn it, why not?

Man: Here's to frickin' poetry.

Good afternoon.

God damn it, Joxian.

Just the guy I wanna see.

Why?

You're son's a poet.

Congratulations. Holy shit.

You must be proud.

When I realized the boss was there

just to congratulate me,

oh, man, oh, man, that was it.

The grand finale.

Herminio and the rest of the guys were in awe.

In awe, seriously.

Oh, boy, what a watch the boss had.

Holy shit, if I wanted to buy a thing like that,

I mean, I'd have to work... my whole life.

And you would have to win so many prizes, boy.

Mom, what about you, you happy?

Of course.

They all congratulated me.

Juani, Conchi, the fishwife...

I mean, they're celebrating you like you were the pope.

Yeah, the same thing at the Pagoeta, eh.

Everyone was happy.

It was about time someone envied us.

Hell, yes.

And, what will you do with the money?

I didn't get it yet.

Yeah, I know that, when you do.

Hmm... new clothes and shoes probably.

(laughter)

-Joxian: Nice. -(telephone ringing)

-Yes? -Arantxa (over phone): CONGRATS, YOU BIG CHAMPION.

I knew you were gonna win. I'm super happy for you.

-And Guille as well. -A hug from me.

He sends you a hug.

Gorka (over phone): THANKS. TELL HIM THE SAME.

Hey, but you be careful, okay?

Don't draw too much attention.

I don't understand.

Arantxa: YOU SHOULD JUST WRITE YOUR STUFF

AND DON'T LET ANYONE TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR TALENT.

Everyone's been super nice so far.

Yeah.

But did anyone in town read the poem

or ask you to read it?

No.

Arantxa: YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW?

Yeah, I think so.

I'll keep it in mind. Thanks, Arantxa.

-Arantxa: GOODBYE. -Bye.

She said congratulations.

Oh. Father Serapio says

he wants to see you right away.

If you go around 5:00, he'll be in the sacristy.

What does he want?

What do you think? To congratulate you.

(bells tolling)

Father Serapio: OUR PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ENTREPRENEURS, ADVENTUROUS,

our men have been brave and devout,

but unfortunately, us Basques

haven't paid close enough attention to our literature.

God has granted you talent and vocation.

And in his name, I ask you, my son, to be disciplined

and to put your abilities at the service of our people,

like your brother Joxe Mari's doing.

Wherever he is, he's doing it his way.

Do you understand?

Yes.

We need our own literature.

Reliable and good literature in Basque.

Novels, theater, poetry, all of it.

It's not enough for kids to go to school in Basque

and hear their parents speak and sing in Basque.

More than ever, we need important writers

to take the language to another level,

to its greatest glory.

A Shakespeare, a Cervantes in Basque.

That would be so wonderful.

Can you imagine?

What I'm trying to say is that, when you're writing,

it's the Basque Country who's writing.

Believe me, it's a beautiful mission,

very beautiful.

I would even say that in this exact moment in our history,

it's sacred.

You have my blessing, Gorka.

And if you're ever in need, doesn't matter what kind,

you just come see me.

We'll help you with anything,

so you can dedicate yourself completely

to the noble craft of writing.

Thank you.

Woman: Congratulations.

Gorka: Thank you so much.

-Man: Congratulations. -Thank you.

-Woman: Congrats, Gorka. -Thank you.

Hey, Patxi, three beers, please.

I'm buying today.

-Man: Congrats. -Thanks.

Gorka.

You're making a mistake.

Mistake? How so?

That better be the last time

you speak to a fascist newspaper,

and accept money from a banking institution

that exploits workers.

The first one can't be fixed.

The second one can.

It won't happen again.

This has room for exactly 10,000 pesetas.

Well, maybe it's just...

Well, look what he's bringing us.

Hey, hey. Thanks, Gorka.

Thanks, man.

-Congrats, poet. -Thanks.

Anyway I was saying I got some gasoline

and I made four Molotov cocktails.

What do you got Molotov cocktails for?

To drink. What the fuck do you think?

I want us to take action now.

Well, let's hit the Town House.

I was thinking PNV's.

Man: No, not PNV's, man.

My father plays cards there.

Too bad there isn't a protest.

We could burn a couple cops.

Peio: Fuck, no, not cops.

We gotta just burn couple of these fuckers

at the port who fuckin' try to--

Keep it down.

How many times do I have to tell you?

-Juancar: Sorry, Patxi. -Peio: Sorry, Patxi.

There's that guy that owns all the trucks,

don't forget about him.

Peio: Ah, yeah, of course.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-No, not that one. -Yeah.

-Listen, I'm serious. No. -Peio: Yeah, yeah.

No, no, for real.

Besides, I have to go--

So you're gonna ditch us

to go read your fuckin' books, huh?

The two of you go ahead. I can't go.

For fuck's sake, you're leaving, Hermit, huh?

What the fuck's wrong now?

Hermit here says he's not coming.

Peio: He says he's pulling out.

Juancar: He's fuckin' Joxe Mari's brother, man.

It's not like that.

I just... I have stuff to do.

Listen, kid. This is a group.

When you're part of a group and know the plan,

you do it, you don't betray it.

If you wanted to leave, you had your chance before.

No one forced you.

But if you're in, you're in.

Now get out of here.

Peio: Come on.

Come on!

I get two.

Because I made them.

Lower your fucking voice.

But we're not gonna burn the trucks though, right?

The trucks? The whole company is going down.

(glass breaking, explosion)

Your turn. I turned the light on for you.

Txato: Motherfuckers!

Shit, he's got a gun, let's go!

Run, he's going to kill us!

Run! Run! Run!

Txato: Motherfuckers!

Hey!

What a surprise!

What's that?

Can I crash at your place for a couple of days?

Why?

Things are getting a little complicated

back at home.

And what did they say?

I wanted to talk to you first.

All right, come on.

Here, let me help.

You know we only have one bed, right?

Our bed.

I'll sleep on a blanket on the floor.

Hey.

You're not running from the police, are you?

-No. -Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Is it from the gang, then?

Yeah, from the gang and some others.

You're staying with us for a few days

so Guille has the right to know the reason why.

Of course.

All right.

Gorka: I'LL END UP LIKE JOXE MARI IF I STAY THERE,

They keep pressuring me.

They say books are messing with my head and they mock me.

They started calling me "Hermit."

Last night was the last straw.

I haven't slept all night

and I've been walking for hours.

What you have to do is find a job

and leave that town for good.

I'm trying.

Thanks so much for letting me stay.

It's our pleasure.

Arantxa: I'm sure you can find a job in Donosti.

So are you working on anything new?

Well, yeah, just last week

I started working on, um, a short story.

-About? -It's about pirates.

-Pirates? Wow. -Yeah.

(sighs)

It'll be 900 pesetas.

-customer: All right. -Gorka: Thank you.

That's it. Thank you.

-Okay, fine. -Bye.

(upbeat music playing)

Woman: Yeah, it was great, right?

We had so much fun that day, yeah.

(indistinct conversations)

I couldn't understand a single thing.

-Excuse me a second. -Of course.

Is that your favorite? Hmm. Good choice.

-Is it? I don't know. -Yeah.

Well, but they misspelled the title, right?

They spelled it "Kompozisiva."

It's supposed to be "Komposiziva."

The "Z" and the "S" are mixed up.

Are you from the grammar police or something?

Is that it?

I'm Ramuntxo.

-From the Basque Radio. -Nice to meet you.

I'm here to report on the exhibit.

Gorka. I work over at the Donosti bookstore.

-You know it? -Yeah.

-It's the one that's in the square. -Yeah, yeah.

The Donosti bookstore, yeah.

-Well, of course. Yep. -Yeah.

So do you like it?

Yeah, I do.

I don't really get it.

-But... -(laughs)

So are we gonna walk around and go look

for more misspelled titles

or should we go get a drink at the bar?

It's on me.

Uh, I'd love to, but I have to catch a bus in 15 minutes

and I still haven't checked out the rest of the exhibit.

Right, of course. Yeah.

Okay, a quick one.

-All right. -Yep.

This way.

There's live music.

Really?

-Jazz music. -Oh, wow.

You like it?

Yeah, well--

Oh, or today not,

but they usually have it here.

Then people I didn't know started saying hi to me.

It was like I had written five books and, um...

I had to write on behalf of I don't know what.

Anyway, so I felt safer in my room than on the street.

After all that, I left that place

and got a job here at the Donosti bookshop.

I, uh, I said that already, didn't I?

-Yeah, yeah. -Well, um,

besides all that, I do a little bit of everything.

I write back covers for books, um, pamphlets.

I also do translations.

The Basque language literally saved my life.

But, uh, what did you study?

Nothing.

I mean, um, not college.

I couldn't go.

Um, the money situation was never great.

And, um... Oh, a publisher just accepted,

well, a children's book I wrote.

Um, "The Blue Pirate Ship."

The title isn't mine.

Can you believe they changed it without asking me?

Ugh, don't worry about it.

What matters is, you're getting published.

Yeah.

That's my consolation.

Shit, I lost track of time and missed the last bus.

If you want, I could take you.

I have a car.

Well, that'd be a big favor.

But now you talk, because I feel like

I'm the only one talking.

Of course.

(rock music playing)

(laughs)

Let's go, come on.

I don't know what's happening.

(indistinct chatter)

A little weird, I mean...

(laughter)

A light.

-Get it? -Yeah, yeah.

I mean, come on!

-Shall we go? -Yeah, let's go.

♪ ♪

So I did go to college,

and that's where I met my wife, and...

we dated for about, um, a year or so,

then I got married...

and got divorced when I accepted I wasn't really into women.

I have a daughter, Amaia.

Um, so now you live in Bilbao?

I've never been.

What do you mean you've never been?

It's only an hour away.

Well, to be honest, I've never been anywhere

other than my town

and Donosti, really.

Come on, we have to fix that.

Why don't you come this weekend?

You can stay at my house.

So, coming up on your next right.

That's where I live with my sister.

Mm-hmm.

You really helped me out giving me a ride.

Thank you.

Sure.

Garmendia.

Another letter.

What, you got a new girlfriend?

Bittori: JOSE MARI, IT'S BITTORI.

I'M SURE YOU REMEMBER ME.

I HAVE NO INTENTION OF BOTHERING YOU, BELIEVE ME.

I'M FREE OF HATRED.

WHY THIS LETTER?

BECAUSE I'D LIKE TO KNOW EVERY POSSIBLE DETAIL

ABOUT MY HUSBAND'S DEATH.

I'M AT THAT AGE WHEN YOU START THINKING

YOU WON'T LIVE MUCH LONGER.

AND BEFORE I'M IN MY OWN GRAVE

I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU COULD TELL ME HOW TXATO DIED,

ESPECIALLY WHO SHOT HIM.

I KNOW YOU WERE INVOLVED IN HIS DEATH.

I'M ASKING YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashes)

(car approaching)

(tires squeal)

(panting)

(Bittori screaming)

Newscaster: THE BUSINESSMAN JESUS MARIA LERTXUNDI, 58,

WAS SHOT DEAD THIS AFTERNOON BY TWO MEN

WHO ARE ALLEGED TO BE MEMBERS OF ETA.

AFTER THE FATAL SHOTS, THEY THEN FLED IN A FORD ESCORT

WHICH WAS WAITING FOR THEM NEARBY.

THE GRISLY EVENT OCCURRED AROUND 4:00 P.M.

WHEN JESUS MARIA LERTXUNDI,

OWNER OF THE COMPANY TXATO CARRIERS,

WAS ON HIS WAY TO HIS CAR WHICH WAS PARKED IN A GARAGE

ONLY A FEW FEET AWAY FROM HIS HOUSE.

ACCORDING TO SOURCES...

So you knew the guy?

He was my dad's best friend.

They used to play cards together.

Though my sister said they weren't talking lately.

Woman (over radio): ADORABLE PAPER LANTERNS...

(upbeat music playing)

This has to be a mistake.

They must've killed the wrong guy

or something like that.

Do you want us to go down there this weekend?

No. (sniffles)

It's best if we don't.

Man: Ramuntxo.

Can we talk later?

Now let's take a look at the cultural agenda.

The Barcelona-based band El Ultimo de la Fila

has finally confirmed they will be playing

at next month's concert.

(Ramuntxo continues indistinctly over radio)

Okay. Bye.

(line beeping)

Joxian (over phone): HELLO?

Hey, Dad, it's me.

Joxian: OH, GORKA. MUM ISN'T HOME.

She went to the square.

She's at a protest in favor of the amnesty.

She went now after what happened?

Joxian: I TOLD HER, "YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND.

It's pouring rain."

But...

she's got the fighting fever.

No one can stop her.

Yeah.

Joxian: I DON'T WANNA LEAVE THE HOUSE.

It won't stop raining

and the rheumatism.

Besides, I don't feel like seeing anyone.

Dad, where did they kill him?

On the bridge.

Next to his house.

Looks like they were waiting for him.

You stopped hanging out, right?

Joxian: HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?

I still talk to my friends in town sometimes, Dad.

And with Arantxa.

Uh...

Her too.

Joxian: LISTEN...

I'd go pay my respects to Bittori,

but, you know, your, your mother...

Look, couldn't you write her something from Bilbao?

One of those postcards with a black frame.

YOU COULD SIGN IT "GORKA AND FAMILY."

Why don't you do it?

You don't even need to look at her.

Sign it "Joxian and family." That's it.

Why can't you just write two lines, huh?

I never ask you any favors.

Okay, I'll see.

Take care, Dad.

Newscaster (on TV): GOOD AFTERNOON.

THE BRUTALITY OF ETA HAS HIT US ALL ONCE AGAIN.

A NEW ATTACK AND A NEW DEATH

THAT IS ADDED TO THE LIST OF VICTIMS

THAT WERE KILLED WITH NO REASON.

HIS NAME WAS JESUS MARIA LERTXUNDI,

58, A BUSINESSMAN, AND OWNER OF...

Ramuntxo: So, are you gonna write her?

-To Bittori? -Yeah.

Of course not.

Although, I'll tell my dad I did, if he asks me.

He wouldn't check anyway.

(sobs quietly)

(sniffles)

What am I doing?

You're being a coward.

Exactly.

I'm a coward just like my father.

And like so many others in town that by now will be saying,

"That's terrible. Another murder.

This isn't the way to build a nation. Poor Txato."

Yeah, poor Txato,

but no one will do anything.

By now they probably already cleaned the blood

off the street with a hose,

so there's no trace left of it.

Sure, yeah, tomorrow you hear whispers, but...

deep down, nothing's changed.

People will go to the protests in favor of ETA

just to keep an image,

so they try to live with peace

in this country of cowards.

At least until there's another victim.

But who am I to blame anyone, really?

If I'm... the same, exactly the same as them?

The same.

Mom, everything's in the car.

I turned off the water and gas.

Whenever you're ready.

Give me a second.

Since you're dragging me out of my own house,

at least let him take care of it.

Bye, Txato.

Mom, we shouldn't let hatred make us bitter.

Yeah, sure, let's go.

Let us sing and dance.

Come on, please.

We have to make an effort so everything that's happened--

No, this didn't just happen.

They did this to us.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Okay.

I'll get the mail and we're off.

(inaudible)

(car door opens)

What did he want? Pay his respects?

He wanted to know when the factory reopens

and when he can go back to work.

Didn't he hear his friends killed the owner

a month ago or what?

(scoffs)

Josu says we can always transfer the company over to the workers.

Bittori: Never.

What is he, crazy?

Xabier: He says it's a solution.

Huh. Well, I'd rather burn the whole thing down.

With all the times they went on strike against your father,

not happening.

-Something has to be done. -Not that.

I won't let Andoni, who did nothing

but drive your father crazy,

just keep the company.

Not for all the money in the world.

Same for all the others.

They say they're good people or whatever

but none of them showed any sympathy,

or compassion or a hint of respect

or came to the funeral, nothing.

And if you and your sister are thinking

of keeping the company,

I'm warning you, they'll kill you,

just like they killed your father.

Besides, that company was a part of Txato.

And it's over, because he's over, and that's it.

Mom, Nerea got in from Zaragoza yesterday

and stayed with me.

She's waiting for us at the house in Donosti.

She's nervous about seeing you.

-Hey, Nerea. -Nerea: Hi.

Hi, Mom.

Is this the door?

Come in.

Look at that view.

-This must've cost your father a fortune. -No, not at all.

The owners had been trying to sell it for a while.

You'll be more at ease here

and you won't have to see the graffiti.

And I'm sure we could sell the other house if--

Listen, no one's selling the other house

as long as I'm alive, okay?

When I'm dead, you can do whatever you want with it.

All right, I left Dad's boxes over there.

Okay.

Here are the keys.

(cat meows)

Nerea: Mom.

Look what we got for you.

You'll love it.

It had to be black?

They didn't have any another color?

(cat meows)

It's a female. Her name is Coal.

-She'll keep you company. -No.

Your father kept me company.

Just leave her on the floor already.

And get out of here.

I wanna be alone so I can fix this place up.

Oh, and, uh...

-in one of the boxes-- -Stop it.

-You know that-- -I told you to stop it.

Okay.

Uh, Mom...

Don't say anything, okay?

It'll make it worse.

Come on, just go.

(door opens)

-Get out! -(cat yowls)

(door closes)

Oh, damn. It's heavy.

I...

My gangster.

-(indistinct chatter) -Hmm.

I just spoke with Joxe Mari.

You sent him a picture.

What do you want? Make him more depressed?

-Hmm. -Yes, leave me alone.

(sighs)

He said he wrote back.

I don't know to whom, but he did.

Look, I told you a thousand times

not to talk to that crazy woman.

What's the matter?

Am I speaking Chinese or something?

And you, I keep asking you

to keep my girl away from her.

Why don't you listen?

Is she paying you?

Mrs. Miren,

if you're not satisfied with my work,

you should just let me go.

I feel so much love for your daughter, you know.

And my heart breaks whenever I see

she's getting upset or whenever she's suffering--

Well, if your heart is breaking so much,

then don't come back here anymore!

I'll find someone else, someone better than you.

Okay, come on and get your things and go home!

(grunts sharply)

(breathing heavily)

Calm down. Okay.

Okay, okay.

-Come on. -(breathing heavily)

Celeste...

forgive me.

I'm sorry for what I said.

I don't know what came over me.

You're all just driving me nuts.

Leave it. Leave that.

You just take her out.

I'll pick that up.

I thought you weren't coming.

We had to stay at the house a little longer,

something came up.

Hmm.

Mrs. Miren scolded me.

She doesn't like that you're seeing Arantxa.

(beeping)

"Fuck her"?

No, come on, don't say that, Arantxa.

Listen.

Joxe Mari answered me.

"Bittori, I will be brief.

"I don't regret what I did.

"I'm still with ETA

"and as a member, I hope for an independent,

"socialist and patriotic Basque Country.

"It's the last time I'll answer you.

"Please don't write to me anymore.

And please don't approach anyone from my family either. Good-bye."

What do you think?

Well...

"Write to him,

I'll also write to him one more time."

Yeah, you think so?

Me?

Let's go.

Yeah.

(theme music playing)