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(theme music playing)

(dogs barking)

(dog whimpers)

(barking continues)

(dog growling)

-(singing in Basque) -(thunder rumbling)

(bells tolling)

(singing continues)

(ululating)

(ululating continues in distance)

(singing in Basque)

(chanting in Basque)

-(thunder rumbling) -(chanting continues)

Man (over radio): I KNOW THE INSTRUCTION

WHICH ETA'S MEMBERS NOT ON RECORD RECEIVE

IS NEVER TO TAKE THEIR LIVES.

THEY HAVE INSTRUCTIONS TO DEFEND THEMSELVES...

Miren: Juani feels better when she prays, but...

Josetxo's depressed.

He won't get out of bed.

He finally opened the shop today.

-(thunder rumbling) -(indistinct chatter over radio)

You have to go talk to him.

Juani said that if you went over and gave him a hug,

maybe he would feel better.

No, no. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

What kind of a person are you

if you can't even do that for a friend?

Josetxo isn't my friend.

Okay, whatever.

Don't go if you don't want to.

I'll tell Juani tomorrow

that you refused and that'll be that.

Okay, fine, fuck it.

Fine, but shut up, okay?

Please keep your mouth shut.

(knock at window)

(door bells jingle)

Damn, Josetxo.

God damn it.

I figured you'd come talk to me.

I was expecting you.

Well, you know how my wife is.

I don't know what to say.

Finally someone with some honesty.

Come on, let's go inside.

Grab whatever you want from the counter

if you're hungry.

There's no bread.

Don't worry about it, I'm fine.

They're all lying, Joxian...

the police,

the leftist nationalists,

all of them.

The truth is worth nothing to them.

(sighs)

Some detectives in France

caught one of ETA's leaders...

with a lot of info.

They're arresting a bunch of 'em.

And Jokin thought they'd catch him.

He got paranoid.

And so he killed himself.

They didn't even let me organize his funeral.

They just grabbed my boy...

and threw their little patriotic number.

His death came in very handy.

They could use it for their political purposes.

Like they do with all of them.

Just sheep,

that's what they are.

Genuinely naive.

It's the same with Joxe Mari.

They get into their heads,

they give them a gun,

and they go kill.

Then later, they think they're heroes for having a gun.

They leave their job, their families, their friends.

They leave all of it behind

and do whatever those exploiters tell them to do.

Leaving widows and orphans wherever they go.

Don't go around saying that, okay?

I'll say whatever the fuck I want to.

Look at Txato, no one talks to him.

Well, you should, because you're his friend.

Then they'd shun me too.

(scoffs)

What a country of liars and cowards.

Joxian, listen to me.

You should go find your son.

It's not that easy.

If I had known where Jokin was,

I would've told the cops

and I'd still have a son now.

He'd be in jail.

I wouldn't care if he didn't wanna talk to me,

because you can leave jail someday,

but not the grave.

(thunder rumbling)

(bells tolling)

Man (on TV): GOOD EVENING.

AS WAS EXPECTED,

TERRORIST JOKIN ETXEVESTE BURGOS' SUICIDE YESTERDAY

HAS LED TO INCIDENTS IN THE BASQUE COUNTRY TODAY

AND ACTS OF PROTEST LED BY

THE BASQUE NATIONALIST LEFT WING...

Of course.

You're the ones that killed him.

-You bastards! -(door closes)

Man (on TV): AT MARBELLA, A PROTEST WAS HELD

BY A GROUP OF MEN

AGAINST THE ORDERS GIVEN BY...

(continues indistinctly)

That was quick.

Were you able to cheer Josetxo up?

Not even close.

He brought me down with him.

Don't ever ask me to go see him again.

Man (on TV): ...OF ETA'S DONOSTI CELL,

WHOSE THREE MEMBERS WERE SHOT DEAD

IN YESTERDAY'S SHOOTOUT...

I can't wait for the police to catch Joxe Mari

so all this comes to an end.

Man (on TV): SAN SEBASTIAN, YESTERDAY'S EARLY MORNING HOURS.

THE RADICALS...

I keep praying to San Ignacio

that the police will catch him.

The French one, not the Spanish.

So he'll be in jail a while, stay out of trouble.

Then they give him back to me.

When I used to say that, you got angry.

Man (on TV): ...NATIONAL ATTENTION FOR THEIR AGENDA.

(gunfire on TV)

THE SITUATION IN BILBAO IS...

What do you know about what a mother feels?

What about what a father feels?

Man (on TV): ...BY FIRING SEVERAL SHOTS IN THE AIR

IN ATTEMPT TO DISPERSE A GROUP OF...

Txopo: The target should be far from home base,

so once you finish the mission,

you can go back to your normal life.

Can't we just keep the ammo at home?

No.

It has to be in the forest.

If we get caught, other comrades can use it.

Here.

You ready?

Let's hit 'em hard.

Hi. Two lattes.

Joxe: Thanks.

(sighs)

(people screaming)

-Man: What's going on? -Woman: What's going on?

Man: Get inside!

It might go off again.

(indistinct chatter)

-(car alarms blaring) -(woman crying)

Call an ambulance, please!

Someone call an ambulance!

Motherfuckers!

(crying)

Motherfuckers!

Why the fuck are you out here?

The lights are off

and the coin isn't in the mailbox.

(dog barking)

Let's go.

(Txopo groaning in pain)

Patxo: What's wrong?

Renal colic. It's worse if I move.

Where were you?

Joxe: Fuck, why didn't you turn the light on?

Because I barely even made it back here.

(groans sharply)

Joxe: Where does it hurt?

(groaning)

We can't bring a doctor here inside the house.

It's risky to take her outside.

We have to do something. It's worse if she dies.

(Txopo groaning)

Come on, Txopo, hang in there.

Come on, open up.

(car engine starts)

(groans sharply)

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Let's go.

It's fuckin' freezing.

-Get back to the flat. -What the fuck?

Just go.

(Txopo groans)

(car engine starts)

Is this the hospital?

There's a girl here, she's in pain.

I don't know,

on a bench, um, at the Ondarreta Beach Gardens.

Hurry.

(vehicle receding)

(crying in pain)

(thunder rumbling)

Miren: You're going out on that bike?

It's raining.

I know, that's why I'm wearing this.

(scoffs) What, you think you're still in your 30s?

(beeping)

♪

(door closes)

Um, can I get some flowers?

These right here.

-Here. -Thank you.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Bittori: Don't worry about that, Joxian.

What?

You can't ride your bike inside the cemetery,

but it's no problem walking with it.

Are you sure? I...

I left the lock at home.

It's okay, come on, trust me on this one.

Let's go.

(bells pealing)

I didn't know if, if you'd be here or not, huh.

Well, here I am.

You're a man of your word.

You and my daughter are setting me up.

I kept my promise.

I hope you keep yours and don't tell Miren about this.

Well, you don't have to worry about that.

Look, your daughter keeps saying that you have a good heart.

Txato's going to love those flowers.

Okay, okay, okay.

And, um, coming here with the bike.

He's gonna be jealous.

Come on, please stop that.

Oh?

I thought you brought it as a homage.

I've been waiting for years to have him move back

to our hometown, but...

we would never dare do it.

They might cover him in graffiti like the others.

Aren't you gonna tell him what you told me in the garden?

I thought that was why you came.

Can I be alone with him for just a minute?

Sure.

♪

(sobs quietly)

(sniffles)

I'm gonna go.

Already? So quickly?

Uh, no, I'm not trying to pressure you.

Joxian, it really makes a difference to me

that you came.

(sobbing quietly)

(crying)

Cervical cancer, very advanced.

How much time does she have?

Well, according to Arruabarrena,

she has two, maybe three months tops.

(sobs)

(sniffles)

Does she know?

Arruabarrena hasn't talked to her yet.

He thinks it's better if I tell her.

I should've insisted that she went to her checkup sooner.

Don't torture yourself.

I'm sure Mom knows way more about her illness

than what she lets on.

I made a promise to Dad at his funeral.

It turns out I wasn't able to keep it.

Hey.

Come on.

(sighs)

Xabier: Soon no one will remember what happened.

Nerea: That's how life goes.

In the end everything's forgotten.

Yeah, but there's no reason why we should forget it.

Not us, no.

Reporter (on TV): IT'S ABOUT THE TERRORISTS JOXE MARIA GARMENDIA UZKUDUN

AND CARLOS VAZQUEZ TEIXEIRO, ALIAS "PATXO," FROM GALICIA.

THEM, WITH ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE ORGANIZATION,

WOULD FORM THE SO-CALLED ORIA COMMAND

AND SINCE YESTERDAY ARE A PART

OF THE MOST WANTED TERRORISTS' LIST.

-Oh, Jesus! -Shut up!

Reporter: LAW ENFORCEMENT CONSIDERS THEM

PERPETRATORS OF SEVERAL ATTACKS

INCLUDING THE MURDER OF HOSPITALITY BUSINESSMAN

RAMIRO GUEVARA ORTIZ, WHO WAS 35 YEARS OLD,

SHOT DEAD IN HIS OWN PUB,

WHO ETA ACCUSED OF DRUG DEALING,

AS WELL AS NATIONAL GUARD JOSE MANUEL RODRIGUEZ SANCHEZ,

WHO WAS KILLED BY THE EXPLOSION

OF A LIMPET BOMB ON TO HIS CAR.

ORIA COMMAND WOULD BE RESPONSIBLE

FOR THE MURDER OF THE CARRIER

-JESUS MARI LERTXUNDI ALTUNA... -(telephone ringing)

...AS WELL AS VARIOUS VEHICLE THEFTS

AND THE BANK ROBBERY AT RENTERIA

LAST SUMMER.

-THEY HAVE BEEN KNOWN... -Hello?

Hey, Dad. It's me.

Put Mom on.

Arantxa.

It's a lie, it's all lies!

The police are all liars!

The Spanish government are liars,

and the television as well,

because the TV belongs to them.

And so the news are always going to tell lies!

Arantxa (over phone): MOM, LISTEN TO ME.

How's dad?

And how are you?

Miren (over phone): HOW DO YOU THINK I AM?

I KNOW MY SON,

and I know Joxe Mari is not a killer!

(crying)

They're all liars.

They're liars! Bastards!

AND NOW WHEN THEY CATCH HIM,

THEY'LL KILL HIM!

BECAUSE NOW EVERYONE THINKS HE'S GUILTY.

HE'LL POP UP DEAD ON THE ROADSIDE

LIKE THE OTHER GUY!

FUCKING LIARS!

Murdering fascists! They'll kill him!

(rings)

Xabier (over phone): MOM.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I saw it too.

Xabier: YEAH, THAT'S WHY I CALLED.

I CAN'T BELIEVE DAD...

that-that Dad was killed.

Bittori: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

Listen, do you think your sister saw it?

I don't even know if she has a TV.

Xabier: I'M SURE SHE DID.

WELL, MAYBE SHE'S AT SCHOOL.

Actually I'll call the bar below her right now

and I'll tell her.

Yeah. Do that.

(moaning)

Ever been loved by a woman like this in Germany?

I don't understand.

(laughs)

Doesn't matter.

'Cause you're so goddamn hot.

I'm so lucky.

I'm so fucking lucky.

(moans)

It sucks you have to go back to Germany.

Will you come to me to visit?

Of course, my love.

You're not getting away that easy.

I'll go as soon as finals are over.

Cool. Yes. Cool.

I do believe God.

(chuckles)

"In God."

You say "in God."

I believe...

in God.

(chuckles)

You?

I don't know,

but since I'm gonna live with you in Germany,

I'll be a Lutheran like you.

Come here.

(doorbell dinging)

-Happy birthday! -Thank you!

That's so great.

Wow, thank you so much!

Of course.

Flowers because it's your birthday,

and this...

because you're pregnant.

I'm finally gonna be an uncle.

Yeah!

Congratulations!

Thank you.

-But how did you find out? -Um...

Well, of course it was Mom and Dad.

Uh, come on, man.

They just can't keep a secret.

I told them I wanted to tell you myself.

Come on, just open it.

Let's see.

Is this your book?

Thank you, I can't wait to read it!

-Thank you! -Me too.

Come on, dedicate it to your nephew.

And I'll go get some water for the flowers.

Sounds good, yeah.

But-but wait. Do you already have a name?

Of course. Jebediah.

-Come on, I'm serious. -(laughs)

Endika or Aitor, we're between those two.

Well, I'm all about Endika, I love it.

-Arantxa: Yeah? -Yeah.

Okay.

-Should I put Endika? -Endika it is.

I'm writing "Endika," okay?

-Do it. -Okay.

This is my first dedication, you know.

Let me see.

(sighs)

(sniffles)

You heard about Joxe Mari, right?

He's involved in a bunch of murders,

including Txato's, Gorka.

Even Txato.

I hope they lock him up so he doesn't do anything else.

He's done more than enough.

Someone from town called me to congratulate me.

I almost told her to fuck off.

I called Mom and Dad right after that.

And?

Mom was super combative, the stuff she kept saying...

I'm pretty sure she knows all of ETA's chants by heart.

She's defending her son.

Maybe I'd do the same thing.

And not a word from Dad, right?

-Like always. -Of course.

Well, but now that Joxe Mari is not around,

at least he can read the "Basque Diary."

(both laugh)

Are you gonna write?

Nonstopping.

As soon as finals are over

and I have my degree, I'll visit you.

I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

I love you.

-Man: Klaus! -Nerea: Hmm.

Klaus... (speaking German)

Don't go.

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't go.

(engine starts)

I love you.

♪

♪ I MAY NOT BE THE GIRL YOU'RE WAITING FOR ♪

♪ BUT I'M THE GIRL WHO'S HERE TODAY ♪

♪ BEFORE YOU TURN AROUND AND SHUT THE DOOR ♪

♪ LET ME IN AND LET ME SAY ♪

♪ SO HEAR ME OUT ♪

♪ AND I'LL SAY IT LOUD ♪

♪ WELL, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION ♪

♪ TO LET DOWN... ♪

What's up, smarty?

So nice to see you.

Hi, Jose Carlos.

So how's life? I haven't seen you lately.

Just dealing with finals.

Yeah.

But you'll need a break eventually, right?

You wanna hang out sometime?

I could swing by your place tonight.

♪ WELL, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO BROKE YOUR HEART ♪

♪ AND I'M NOT THE ONE TO FIX IT ♪

♪ SO LET'S TRY THE EASY PART ♪

♪ THERE'S NO REGRETS AND WE JUST ADMIT IT ♪

♪ SO HEAR ME OUT ♪

♪ AND I'LL SAY IT LOUD ♪

♪ WELL, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION ♪

♪ TO LET DOWN YOUR RESISTANCE... ♪

"I miss you"?

I wanna eat him up.

♪ IT'S NOT GIVING UP ♪

♪ YOU'VE GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT ♪

♪ BUT ARE YOU LEFT WITH THIS DOUBT... ♪

(gasps)

(chuckling)

Hey, did you pass?

Fuck, yeah, I'm graduating.

-Okay, wish me luck. -Good luck.

Oh!

♪ SO BEGIN AGAIN ♪

♪ YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION ♪

♪ TO LET DOWN YOUR RESISTANCE ♪

♪ IT'S NOT GIVING UP ♪

♪ IT'S JUST GIVING IN ♪

♪ NOT GIVING UP ♪

Nerea: Dad, I did what you asked.

(sighs)

And now I'm free.

This is the last one.

-Come on. -Here.

Open the door.

You hadn't come back yet, Mom was worried.

Well, I told her I had to take care

of some stuff before leaving.

That's what I figured, college stuff, right?

Heart stuff.

Give me the bag.

Well, it turns out I'm not staying in Donosti.

I'm moving to Germany.

You coming?

(engine starts)

Xabier: Does Mom know?

For the moment, you know.

I'm worried about her. I think Mom's lonely.

I told you she started going to the cemetery

so she can talk to Dad's grave.

She wouldn't go so often if it wasn't free.

The thought of you being a lawyer gets her really excited.

-Did she tell you that? -I hate the law.

Well...

It's not like I go to the hospital for fun either.

We have to make a living.

Yeah, but don't I get any choice?

Besides, I don't see my future here.

I met someone and...

I'll give it a try.

-You seem very happy. -That bother you?

No, not at all.

I'm just saying that you could try and think

about Mom and disguise it.

She's having a hard time.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

-Ever since Dad died-- -He didn't die, they killed him.

Well, it's the same result.

To me, there's a big difference.

Fine. Since he was killed...

have you ever laughed?

May...

Maybe. I don't know.

Did you decide not to be happy?

I don't know what happiness is.

I guess it's a science you know well.

You sound like an expert, but I'm not.

I just focus on breathing,

I do my job and take care of Mom.

You won't stop talking about her.

'Cause she's not okay and I'm worried.

Such a good son.

Me, on the other hand, not so much.

Is that what you're saying, that I don't care,

-that I'm selfish, is that it? -No, no.

No one's demanding anything.

Anything from you.

So you can stop worrying about that.

(inhales and exhales)

Man (over radio): A BIT BEFORE 10:00 A.M., OVER A HUNDRED CIVIL GUARDS

CLOSED MORLANS' ONLY STREET AND THE HILLS SURROUNDING IT.

THIS MISSION WAS TO SURROUND AND TRAP ETA SUSPECTS

ACTIVE IN THE AREA.

IT WAS THE NEIGHBORS WHO AROUND 5:00 A.M.

HEARD GUNSHOTS AND MACHINE GUNS.

THE NOISE HAD MANY PEOPLE AWAKE CONTACTING POLICE WITH QUESTIONS.

THE OPERATION REMAINS ONGOING...

-Patxo: What happened? -Shut the fuck up.

Man: ...THE POLICE HAVE SURROUNDED THE THREE-STORY BUILDING

LOCATED AT NUMBER 53 ON TOLARETXE STREET.

WE HAVE JUST RECEIVED WORD FROM THE CIVIL GUARD,

THEY HAVE JUST CONFIRMED THAT THREE MEMBERS

OF ETA'S DONOSTI COMMAND

WHOSE IDENTITY IS UNKNOWN FOR THE MOMENT,

HAVE BEEN KILLED IN THE MORLANS NEIGHBORHOOD

AFTER A GUNFIGHT WITH CIVIL GUARD AGENTS.

THIS GUNFIGHT LASTED MORE THAN FOUR HOURS.

God damn it!

They'll come for us next. We gotta get out of here.

Patxo: This is not our problem.

We don't have anything to do with them.

We're not their backup.

We don't even fucking know them!

-Joxe: And? -I don't see anything.

Maybe the cops are on a lead, I don't know.

We'll hide in Mount Igueldo.

Txopo stays and we come back tomorrow.

-Why's Txopo staying? -For fuck's sake.

Because she doesn't have a record, and we do.

And that way she can keep us in the loop.

I think it's a good idea.

What if you have another renal colic?

I'm not going to, for fuck's sake. Get out.

Let's go.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

-(insects chirping) -(bird calling)

I'm sure the Civil Guards are starting

to put the pieces together.

You don't think you're just getting paranoid?

The other day, I ran into a guy in the elevator.

That's the second time that happened.

I never trust coincidences.

Look at Morlans.

I bet you it started out as a coincidence and now look.

That's how it is, Patxo. You gotta trust my gut.

(fireworks exploding)

Man, that's beautiful.

Patxo: If the wind blew away the smoke, we'd see it better.

Too bad there's no wind.

At least it'd blow the smoke away.

I'm going to bed.

Don't you wanna stay till the end?

(fireworks continue)

(rattling)

Nerea: Mom?

Mom, I'm leaving.

AGUR.

(door closes)

Woman (over PA): TRAIN BOUND FOR BERLIN

LEAVING AT 4:00 P.M.,

ON TRACK NUMBER 2.

Hey.

(train whistle blows)

Number 2.

What's his name again?

Klaus Dieter.

Klaus Dieter?

Woman (over PA): TRAIN BOUND FOR BERLIN

LEAVING AT 4:00...

I wanted to tell Mom myself

about Germany.

I don't know why you had to say anything.

I was gonna write her a letter.

Then don't tell me.

I don't like keeping any secrets from our mom.

You made me look bad.

She treated me like shit yesterday.

She didn't even say goodbye.

I'm old enough, you know?

I know perfectly well where I'm going

and why I'm going there.

I don't have any friends here.

So what do you want me to do, rot alone?

Live with Mom?

We'll have roast chicken together every Sunday

with some tears for dessert.

Now you're just being unfair.

You're right, you should leave.

I mean, what's left here?

A broken family

and a murdered father.

Sure.

I'm leaving you and Mom too.

But not Dad.

I always keep Dad with me.

(train whistle blows)

Will he pick you up at the station?

Of course.

-Okay, bye. -Send a letter soon, okay?

So we have your address.

And if you need anything, any paperwork,

let us know.

Nerea.

Don't forget about writing to Mom.

And calling.

AGUR, TXIKI.

AGUR.

Woman (over PA): TRAIN BOUND FOR BERLIN

LEAVING AT 4:00 P.M.,

ON TRACK NUMBER 2.

(sighs)

Shit.

(whistle blows)

(man speaking German over PA)

(sighs)

(brakes hiss)

Uh, Klaus Dieter?

Klaus.

(Klaus speaking German)

He's my boyfriend, and who are you?

Whoa.

I thought he was my boyfriend.

(speaking German)

I'm sorry.

I call to, um, Wolfgang.

Uh, he has room, okay?

Please wait. Please wait.

(arguing in German)

Girl, you can keep him.

He's all yours.

(siren wailing in distance)

(dog barking)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(speaking German)

(labored breathing)

(voice breaking)

Dad...

Newscaster (on TV): THE TERRORIST ORGANIZATION ETA HAS BEEN DECAPITATED.

THIS EVENING, NEAR BIARRITZ,

AN UNPRECEDENTED POLICE OPERATION

WAS ABLE TO ARREST ETA'S NUMBER ONE

AND THREE OF HIS CLOSEST ASSOCIATES.

(news theme playing)

GOOD EVENING.

TEN ALLEGED ETA MILITANTS

HAVE BEEN ARRESTED TODAY BY FRENCH POLICE

IN A MAJOR OPERATION.

ACCORDING TO FRENCH HOME AFFAIRS MINISTER,

THESE ARRESTS ARE A GREAT SUCCESS

FOR FRENCH POLICE

ON THE EVE OF THE BARCELONA OLYMPICS.

ON THE OTHER HAND, SPANISH HOME AFFAIRS MINISTER...

ETA will never be the same again.

I spent two weeks in the French Basque Country and...

Who's in charge now?

There's a few people, but they don't agree.

-They give you any instructions? -I wish.

They have no idea what the fuck they're doing over there.

(doorknob rattling)

(rattling continues)

(sighs)

What's wrong?

My dad's really sick.

I don't think he'll last long.

How do you know that?

I went to see him.

Ah, for fuck's sake! You're a fucking moron!

What do you want me to do? He's my father, for fuck's sake!

Joxe: Are you dumb or what?

So what do you want me to do, tell him to go to hell?

What if you were followed?

Officer 1: Freeze! Nobody move!

On the ground!

Officer 2: On the ground!

Get on the fucking ground!

(groaning)

Officer 3: Don't move!

(groaning)

(panting)

(theme music playing)