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A STORY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

SOME CHARACTERS, PLACES, SITUATIONS
AND DATES HAVE BEEN CHANGED

Take that.

Get down! Switch off the torches!

Open up! Civil Guards!

Where are the guns?

Get down!

Let's go!

BASQUE COUNTRY

LONG LIVE A SOCIALIST BASQUE COUNTRY

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

The security forces
have today broken up...

various groups belonging to the
criminal organization, ETA...

in a brilliant operation...

- What are you doing?
- Help me.

The arms seized were to
be used in cowardly attacks...

on members of the armed forces.

Those detained are
being held in police custody...

I'll keep this until you come back.

I have to go.

You're crossing the border, aren't you?

It's better if you know nothing.

Be careful.

- Here, put this on.
- Why?

That coat's too distinctive.
The cops'll know it.

Open the door!

Break it down!

Where's your sister?

Long live the Basque Country!

Why are you arresting my son?

Filthy pigs!

Where's your sister?

- Well, good-bye.
- Good-bye, Yoyes.

Good morning.

Hello.

Do you speak Basque?

No.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm told that you write.

Just personal things.

We need people who
can express what we feel.

People who can describe
the world that we want.

On our own we're nothing.

And with that border...

But together we shall overcome
all the enemies of our people.

I'm sorry, I'm going on a bit.

What you need now is some rest.

- No, I'm absolutely fine.
- Sure.

Here.

Look.

It's n°9. Do you see
the Etchegaray bookstore?

Just opposite, the second floor.
They're expecting you.

Thank you, Yoyes.

Without all of you,
this would be meaningless.

- So long.
- So long.

No rest until victory is ours.

Hi, Zaldu.

You still have a fever.

Drink this.

Who was that?

Kizkur.

I ache all over.

You have to sweat out the flu.

You'll be better tomorrow.

Thanks, love.

You've got two women here.
There are four guys in our place.

It isn't fair.

I didn't make the rules.

Yoyes could come to our place,
or I could come here.

This isn't a whore house.

What's up, Kizkur?
You want me to go with you?

Do you want to fuck?

Is that why you got into this?

Listen, I didn't...

Or do you want me to do your
ironing and fix your meals?

Get out of here, asshole.

Take your gun and get out.

We'll have to see what
the executive says about this.

Yeah, sure, the executive.

They've got nothing better to do
than organize a harem for you.

Get out!

What are you looking at?

TWELVE YEARS LATER

We will be landing in Paris.

Aren't you cute!

This is for you.

Thank you.

How nice! Let's see what it is.

Isn't it lovely!

- Look, it's your daddy.
- Daddy!

Sweetheart!

It's all right, Yoyes.

It's all right.

- Pet...
- Daddy, I'm sleepy.

You're sleepy?

But before you go to bed...

you have to tell me
about your trip in the plane.

- Let's go.
- I wasn't scared, was I, mom?

- Of course not.
- What's that back there?

It's a doll.

My mother's the limit.
There's enough food here...

to withstand a siege.

It smells of home.

What's this?

My brother Aitor painted it...

when he was six years old.

Look at your dad.

How are they all?

Fine, fine.

Happy that you're back.

I'm not back yet.

I'm just a bit closer.

What a racket!

I don't think I can sleep.
My body's on Mexican time.

Tomorrow we'll go to the University.

I want to start the thesis
as soon as I can.

Forget it. We're on vacation.

So what'll we do then?

Sightseeing.

Go for walks.

And at night...

we'll make up for lost time.

- Mom, where are we?
- In Paris, don't you remember?

Come here, sweetheart.

Come on, get inside.

That's it. That's better.

Now, go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

What are you going to do?

I'll stay in Paris with Zuriñe.

Thanks for discussing it with me.

You've got everything
worked out, as always.

It's the best for everyone.

This strawberry's for daddy.

And this one's for me,
this little one.

Delicious!

Delicious!

Joxean, look!

- What is it?
- Your mom and I...

were in that hotel a long time ago.

Centuries ago.

In another life.

There was an old lady
watering her plants.

- Do you remember?
- An old lady who said...

"Ah, happiness,
fleeting and beautiful".

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I'd like some information...

on postgraduate studies in sociology.

Spanish?

My father...

was Spanish too, a Republican.

University of Mexico. That's good.

Very good.

Many Spanish refugees
in Mexico after the war, no?

But now there is freedom in Spain...

not like with Franco.

I'd like to validate my
sociology degree...

and request a grant
to do my thesis here.

There'll be no problem
validating your studies in Mexico.

And you can further your studies
with a master's.

But any financial assistance
must be requested in Spain.

Would this be of any help?

I've had refugee status for many years.

No, no, miss, I'm sorry.

It isn't possible here.

These documents expired in 1980.

Just a minute.

I'm really sorry, miss.

I said, wait a minute.

I'm very sorry, miss.

They show some great films.

You can see French TV
in San Sebastian too.

And very clearly, too.

You'll wake the child
with all that noise.

What's wrong? What did I say?

I know you can see
French TV in San Sebastian.

You talk about San Sebastian all day.

The old quarter, the film
festival, the jazz festival.

You know I can't go there
but you still keep on about it.

Forgive me.

It'll be hard enough
giving up Zuriñe.

You think I'll like
staying here on my own?

I know that.

It's why I want you to come too.
I've got a right to want that.

Maybe you can come back without
any problem. Lots have done it.

Yeah, sure.

I could speak to Pedro. He's got
an important post in Madrid now.

He could find out
about your situation.

Yeah.

You've been out of
the organization for years.

Do what those others did.

You can't see it,
or you won't see it.

I'm not those others.
I'm Yoyes, for Heaven's sake!

FRENCH BASQUE COUNTRY

It's pulling up and to the right.

- You have to correct that.
- Kolda.

Has it jammed?

That's it.

Here.

For a girl, it's great.

Gather everything up.

Remember that this is
a two-pronged struggle.

We're fighting for the national
liberation of the Basque people.

We believe in independence
for the Basque Country.

But this is also a class struggle.

We must organize if we want
to hit the dictatorship hard.

Fuck them!

Work will be divided up...

between the political
and military fronts.

Every group must be on the alert...

until it receives
specific instructions.

Is that clear?

Good. Now I'd like to speak
to Yoyes in private.

I've got news for you.
They've let your brother out.

Is he all right?

A bit bruised, but he's
fine. He's back at home.

You miss them, don't you?

Of course.

That's the hardest part.

Many days I'd cross the border...

just to go hug my
mother and then come back.

But you can't do everything you want.

No, you can't.

I read your latest articles.

They're very good.

I'm ready for any kind of
action, like the other comrades.

There's always someone
willing to pick up a gun...

but that isn't
what's most needed now.

More than ever, we need people
with intellectual training...

who are capable of setting out
our people's future.

Tomorrow we're going
to need more politicians...

and fewer soldiers.

I'm ready to do anything.

Just as well that you are...

because you've got a lot to do.

From tomorrow, you'll work
with me in the political office.

No rest...

until victory is ours.

CLOSED

- I'll just finish this page.
- No, don't rush.

Even though my rugby player
should be arriving any minute.

But that doesn't matter.
We'll make him wait a while.

I'd like to fix up a date for you...

so you'd come with us some day.

You could choose.
A rugby team has got...

15 players.

I'm not a good catch.

Not dressed like that anyway.

You have to love yourself more.

It isn't a matter of loving oneself.

You're pretty, I'm not. That's all.

But this helps too.

Here.

- What is it?
- A present.

Thank you.

You can read it at home,
at your ease.

For my friend, so she may
continue her quest.

By the way...

Simone doesn't just write.

She makes love, you know?

- And she's got lovers.
- All right, now drop it.

No.

Because you are thirsty
and you don't drink?

You live like a nun,
you sacrifice your life...

you put it at risk for others...

as if you owed them something.

And then you read Simone.

You're thrilled by what
she writes, her freedom...

which is exactly...

- what you don't have.
- You're wrong, Hellen.

I'm what I want to be and
I'm here because I chose to be.

Isn't that freedom?

For me or for anyone.
Being able to choose.

All right.

If that's how it is, I'm glad.

There he is.

You know what they call him?

The Donibane bull.

What a responsibility!

No, stay where you are.

You lock up, all right?

What do you want?

We're having a few drinks...

and I thought you might
want to join us.

Come in, you're too conspicuous
out there.

Well!

So this is your Ali Baba cave.

You're breaking
all the security rules.

You can stay a while until you sober up.

Then you're leaving.

Put that down!

What have we here?

- Feminist pamphlets.
- Stop being such a jerk.

Why don't you loosen up?

You're so sexy!

Spaniards...

Franco...

is dead.

Yoyes, I want you to meet Joxean.

Philosopher and epicurean.

- A pleasure.
- Hello.

I've just got one degree,
and the ink's still wet.

Where did you study?

- Excuse me?
- Where did you study?

In Salamanca and the Sorbonne.
That's where I met Hellen.

She mentioned you.

Really?

What did she say?

Excuse me.

- Long live the free Basque Country!
- Hurrah!

- Long live ETA!
- Hurrah!

FRANCO IS DEAD

ETA is calling on our people's
working classes...

to take the initiative in
this political change...

to organize and take
our fight onto the streets.

It's clear and direct.

You say my words
better than I do myself.

Into the water!

Come on!

Come on! The water's boiling!

I'd love to be like this all the time.

Don't start.

Sometimes I wonder...

what the fuck I'm doing with you.

I mean...

I'd love to be able to make plans...

but there's something blocking us.

And all I want...

is to be happy.

I'm not going to settle for
petit-bourgeois happiness.

Petit-bourgeois happiness?

That's a good one.

That's a good one.

What are you doing?

I'm marking out my territory.

All right?

We have to go.

You can go. I'm staying here.

I'm going to be the forest anchorite.

I'll give you the car
so can come and see me...

and bring me kisses...

and bananas.

You are...

my only homeland.

I catch myself
thinking of the future.

Living with him.

Can you imagine?

Living with a philosophy teacher!

With all that's still to be done.

It's silly.

This coffee smells great.

What are you laughing at?

I think...

you're in love, my dear.

No way!

What's wrong?

Do you think feelings
aren't revolutionary?

It isn't that, Hellen. I've chosen
to fight for my people...

to die for them if necessary.

I'm free to do it.

And I can't back down now.

You're working too hard. We'll
have to give you a vacation.

I don't need one.

Well, no more than you
or the other comrades.

You want a lift?

- I'd rather walk.
- In this weather?

I'm off then.

Argi!

No rest.

So long!

His mother's here. The poor woman.

She couldn't even see him.

They've really fucked us,
Yoyes. They really have.

They knew he was
very important to us.

But we must keep going.

Argi always spoke well of your work.

He trusted you.

You're the best person to run
the political office now.

He was unique.

- No one can replace him.
- No one except you.

Those bastards have hit us
where it hurts most, Yoyes.

But we have to stay calm.

We have to reform the organization.

We have to show them
that they haven't killed Argi.

And they'll never be able to kill him.

We'll hit them hard, Kolda.

If they want war...

they'll have war.

That's enough. Come on, Zuriñe.

You have to look pretty,
you're going on a trip with daddy.

Aren't you coming?

No.

Mom has to stay in Paris
until we can be together.

Now, come along.

I'm getting the towel wet.

You're going to live
in a very big house.

- What's my house like?
- Very big.

And there's an orchard.

And a dog.

What's his name?

Lagun.

Lagun?

Zuriñe.

When mom walks over this bridge,
she'll remember you.

Don't move,
I'm going to take a photo.

- No, I don't want my photo taken.
- It's for everyone at home.

Not for the CIA.

This is for my father, Joxean,
this is for my mother and...

We've gone over it a thousand times.

I know it off by heart.

Careful.

They'll riddle me
with questions at home.

Tell them I'm fine.

I've never been separated from her.

Will you promise to be good?

You won't make dad angry?

- All right.
- Can I have a kiss?

Take it easy, Joxean.

Yes?

Montalban St. with Alfonso XI?
Thanks. See you later.

- How awful!
- Oh, my God!

Miss, stand back, please.

ETA SANCTUARIES

Here.

Your fix.

Yeah, it's good stuff.

Terrific photos.

- Bodies.
- Photos of bodies.

Real front page stuff,
that's why they're terrific.

Why do you like wallowing in this shit?

Terrorism sells papers. Capisci?

You're sick.

People are sick.

This is for Bego.

For you.

What about me?

This is for you.

She really knows you, dad.

Look, Zuriñe.
Doesn't granny look lovely?

Yes.

- I think she's lovely.
- She really is.

But is she coming or not?

Right now, she's staying in Paris.

And we're not to say a word.

So why did she come back from Mexico?

To do her thesis in the Sorbonne.

Coming!

Hello!

Continuous mistakes by the
referee broke the concentration...

of the Real players.

Fuck, and the others?

Can I have another drink, please?

No card game today?

You want to be my partner?

Wouldn't you like that, my love?

- Sorry.
- Sit down, man.

You're always late.

- Good night.
- Thank you, sir.

You shuffle.

- The table with four.
- OK.

Five more.

- Any pairs?
- Yes.

Look out!

They're showing us no mercy.
We have to step up precautions.

They want to scare us
and they're succeeding.

What information do we have?

The dead men's papers were
all in order, so it's obvious.

Explain yourself.

The Spanish pigs have access
to the immigration files.

They know where we live,
our car license plates...

and even what schools the kids attend.

The GAL have money from
Madrid and good contacts in Paris.

Those guys cross the border,
open fire...

and cross back without
meeting one fucking road check.

You know it took the gendarmes
two hours to close the border?

Time to go to San Sebastian,
open fire and come back.

Fuck! Time to do all that
and have a few drinks.

We have to hit back fast.

- We found the informer.
- Take it easy.

All in good time. We have to
see how this affects negotiations.

At this rate, we'll have nothing
to negotiate. We'll be alone.

We'll do what has to be done.

But calmly.

This is a war of nerves.

Let's see that material.

I've spoken with Mexico.

Yoyes has left there,
they think she's in Paris.

These grenades are shit. Half
of them failed in our last attack.

Tell the Belgian we'll exchange
them for something more useful.

The organization has to know
what her intentions are.

If she's coming back or if
she's trying for reinsertion.

Don't be stupid,
that isn't Yoyes' style.

- But if she decides to sing...
- Yoyes isn't a fucking informer!

Then tell me why she's coming back...

right now when we're getting
fucked by the GAL!

Look, I don't know
what her intentions are.

But when she wants to tell
me something, she'll tell me.

Good afternoon.

The Ministry of the Interior...

is advancing in its search
for a peaceful solution...

to the terrorist violence
in the Basque Country...

by including new social
reinsertion measures...

for those who decide
to lay down their arms...

while continuing
to defend their ideas...

but from, and within,
democratic legality.

Any questions?

Regarding the Basque refugees
murdered by the GAL in France...

is there any information?

Well...

as regards that attack,
we can say that the police...

do have information, but
for obvious security reasons...

I can't give any details yet.

But I must stress that the State
will fight with all its energy...

against any kind of terrorism...

whatever its origin...

and that includes, naturally,
extreme right wing terrorism.

Does that answer your question?

Yes, Minister.

What conditions will be demanded...

from those people
who opt for reinsertion?

Will they have to give information...

and repent publicly as in Italy?

Well, our intention is to
facilitate as much as possible...

the reintegration of
those people in society.

Nevertheless, the ministry
will study each case individually.

The bastard's late.

I heard Yoyes has left Mexico.

You know anything?

No.

I still can't believe she left us.

Well, she did.

She had balls.

There he is.

The house of mint is green.

The house of mint is green.

That's it.

Look.

The sugar...

- The mint...
- No. The sugar...

is white.

White.

Look, here's our moo cow.

And this is milk. It's white...

like the sugar.

And like Zuriñe.

And like Zuriñe.

Who's my little darling?

Hello.

Hello, grandfather.

Lagun!

Outside!

Go outside, Lagun!

Outside!

The biggest one...

is for Zuriñe.

- Where's Joxean?
- On the mountain.

Isn't it big!

This is the color orange.

This is the color orange.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hello.

Daddy!

Did she call?

Isn't it big? Will we put it in here?

I'll get it.

I don't want special treatment,
so don't pull any strings.

All right, but don't complain
if you don't get a grant.

How is everyone?

Spoiling your daughter.

Where is she?

Your mother's dressing her. How are you?

Fine. I've started studying
but it's hard going.

I miss you so much.

And we miss you. We wanted
to go out but it's raining.

It's been raining here too.

Joxean, I have to hang up.
I'm out of coins.

Take care of yourself.

Good-bye, Joxean. Kiss Zuriñe for me.

- Bego.
- Arantxa.

How far gone are you?

Look who's coming.

- Hello.
- Hello. Are you coming?

No, you two go on.

- We're going to the park.
- So long.

- So long.
- Give me a kiss.

So long.

- Shall we go to the park?
- Yes.

- Is she asleep?
- Yes.

I'm going to bed.

- Get some rest, son.
- I will.

- Want a cigarette?
- All right.

Leave that.

Why do you risk carrying that thing?

It's all rusted!

- Can we meet next Sunday?
- I'll let you know.

Why can't you do what you want?

I am doing what I want.

- That's what you think.
- What?

That's what you think.

No, it's just that I'd like...
I'd really like...

No missing each other, you know that.

I meant so we could make use
of the bed.

It's already paid for,
and it's very comfortable.

Bastard.

We're in love, ma'am.

She's my wife.

Ah, happiness!

Fleeting and beautiful.

Surprise!

She's beautiful.

And if you heard her speaking Basque.

Mom uses it with her.

I'm annoyed she never
taught it to us.

Times were different.

I'd love to be a child again.

I really envy her.

Look at dad.

He's got so fat!

He eats too much.

Come on, get fixed up.
We're going out for supper.

I've cooked something.

Like it?

I could live for a month
on what this cost.

- But it really suits you.
- It's your style.

Come on, let's go.

- A toast.
- To women!

Liberty, equality...

Sexuality.

Excuse me?

How are things in Biarritz?

Not too good.

No one feels safe.
They're scared of the GAL.

Lots of refugees want to come home...

but they don't dare face
the organization.

That's why they let
the gendarmes arrest them.

Most of them have
no charges against them...

so the judge sends them home.

They come back like heroes.

Are you saying I could do the same?

You wouldn't be the first.

Kizkur did it, and the town
welcomed him with full honors.

They even danced an Aurresku.

Same again, please.

I don't see why you...

always have to be the bravest.

What matters is you could go home.

I could never do something like that.

When I go back,
I'll do it on my terms.

And I don't need anyone
to dance an Aurresku for me.

But let me fix up a
meeting for you with Kolda.

That way, you'll see how
things are in the organization.

There's no harm in talking.

Thanks, Hellen,
but I've got other plans.

- I prefer to continue studying.
- Yes, but in Paris.

Because I want to be here.

You have to phone home.

What?

- Is anything wrong with Zuriñe?
- No, don't worry.

There's nothing wrong.

It's just that Joxean
wants to speak to you.

Hello, darling.

I've got two bits of news
for you. One good, one bad.

I can imagine what it is,
but let me hear it anyway.

They've refused the grant.

We tried everything, and without
pulling strings, like you wanted.

And the good news?

The good news...

is that Zuriñe and!

love you very much
and we miss you a lot.

That's very good news.

When she asks about you,
I say you'll be here soon.

Isn't that right?

Speak to mommy.

Mommy, I've got an orchard.

Zuriñe, why are you not in bed yet?

When are you coming?

Soon.

- Good night, darling.
- Good night, mom.

Why don't you let me
go to Madrid and see Pedro?

I don't know, Joxean.
I don't know what to do.

Yoyes?

Joxean?

When you go back to Biarritz...

fix up that meeting for me with Koldo.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

I've come for the Axular book.

- There you are.
- How much?

The lighthouse man paid.

Good-bye.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Well, our Mexican
girl is looking lovely!

Motherhood suits you.

You've got a stomach too.

We have to take precautions.
The GAL are everywhere.

- Cigarette?
- I have given it up.

So what did you do in Mexico?

I finished my sociology degree.

I worked in the UN, and I had a child.

Nothing you don't know.

You didn't waste your time.

And are you finally happy?

As happy as they let me be.

How about all of you?

We've got new people
who are keen to act...

but without the political
preparation that we had.

They act more now, and think less.

I had a row with Zaldu
about coming here on my own.

- They want you to appear
before the committee. - Why?

I'm not in the organization anymore.

That could be resolved.

Now, more than ever,
we need people like you.

You needn't join
the military structure.

You could run the newsletter...

the international side, whatever.

It wouldn't take a lot of your time
and you could live peacefully here.

Live peacefully like that?

No, thanks.

I want to live peacefully
my way. I think I've earned it.

If you came back with
us, it would all be easier.

Listen, Koldo, my militant
period is over now.

I gave the seven best years
of my youth to the organization.

It's over. Kaput.
I made that clear when I left.

But you can't get it into your heads.

I see you're as stubborn as ever.

What are you going to do?

I want to go home.

Get that message to the organization.

You're making it hard for
me. Things aren't that easy.

I don't control
the whole organization...

and your return has riled people.

You should know
we're totally opposed...

to this reinsertion farce.

The ex-terrorists are
doing us a lot of harm.

But I'm not repentant.

I just want to go home, rear
my child. Can't you understand?

Even so, it's a bad time
to come back.

Negotiations with Madrid
can only be months away.

Why not stay in Paris for a while?

I'm broke.

The Basque Government
refused me a grant.

You should have said so.

The organization will pay
the costs, whatever they are.

But stay in Paris
until things are clearer here.

I'm grateful, but I can't
accept that money.

We both know
you get nothing for free.

- I just want to help you!
- Koldo...

I need guarantees that
there'll be no attacks on me...

or on any member of my family.

If you want to help me,
now you know how to.

Make yourself invisible.

No journalists or public statements.

We don't want them
using you like a trophy.

Don't worry. I'm the one most
interested in going unnoticed.

Don't do anything without telling me.

Everything's in there.

I'd a hard time persuading her.

You know I'll do all I can.

Mention her academic record.

- And the UN stuff too.
- All right.

If you need anything, call me.

Don't worry.

It'll be all right.

Kiss Yoyes for me.

Remember, call me.

There's an invitation
to the Press Day dinner.

Journalists! A load of jerk-offs!

Don Roberto.

Pedro, you old bastard!

I haven't seen you in ages.

Come on, sit down,
don't just stand there.

Now, what do you have to
tell me that's so important?

It's about Yoyes.

I met her at Mexico University.
I took that photo there.

She was under pressure
from both the police and ETA...

but she managed
to keep out of things.

She worked for the UN too.

That's a good one, a terrorist
working for the United Nations.

I didn't know you had friends like this.

You meet a lot of people in exile.

Try it some time.

All she wants now is to come
home and lead a normal life.

And so she wants to avail
of the reinsertion measures.

Not exactly.

ETA is trying to maintain
the Yoyes myth.

When she comes home, a lot
of people will feel let down.

I understand.

She's risking a lot coming back.

From what I see here, there are
no legal charges against her.

From that point of view, she's
clean since the '77 amnesty.

So she could cross the border?

Well, she should come here
to regularize her situation.

So she wouldn't be subject
to any reinsertion measures?

No, in principle it isn't necessary.

Of course, if we begin
an exhaustive investigation...

it's possible we may find
something in her record.

But that's exactly
what we're not going to do.

Passport, please.

Let me see that.

Dolores has arrived.

Carry on.

Zuriñe!

You've got so big!

All the lettuces are mine,
aren't they, grandad?

Yes, all the lettuces are Zuriñe's.

The house has been
so lonely without you.

- How was the journey?
- Fine.

Smells great! I can't remember
the last time I ate this.

Neither can we.

When are you going to Madrid?

Next week. I have to sign some papers.

And what about your studies?

First of all,
I have to look for a job.

I could hire you
to set up the concerts.

With speakers this big.

Let's see those biceps.

- Come on.
- Let's see.

They need librarians in the
Council. You may be interested.

I certainly am. I have to try
for whatever there is.

But you need a very good level
of Basque.

I'll work on it.

And the struggle?
There's still a lot to do.

Nobody would think it.

You stand for election and
then don't go to parliament.

You've got a responsibility here.
Lots of people admire you.

I didn't ask anyone to admire me.

- So I'm in debt to no one.
- You are.

I am? To whom?

To the Basque Country.

The Basque Country and I are quits.

I don't recognize you, Yoyes.
How can someone... change so much?

Be quiet!
I want no more talk of politics!

Is this politics too, dad?

We've all suffered a lot,
but haven't we had enough?

Enough is enough!

Come on, love.

Let's go upstairs.

Maybe it's because
we've suffered a lot...

but all we can do
now is make people cry.

FRENCH BASQUE COUNTRY

Can someone explain this?

It was a military action
that went wrong.

There's collateral damage
in every war.

Eight innocent victims
and not one objective achieved.

You call that collateral damage?

You know what I call it?
A fucking cock-up.

And for once I agree with
what the Madrid papers say.

This was a massacre.

So we're murderers.

Shut up.

What do you propose?

One, I propose we draw up
a communiqué, of self-criticism.

- And two, I propose...
- You propose a lot of things.

And two, I propose we discuss
Argi's political analysis...

regarding the long term
viability of the armed struggle.

In my opinion...

- that should be our future.
- You know what yours will be?

What?

You carry on.

If Argi were alive,
you wouldn't talk like that.

And you wouldn't be on the committee.

You stop fucking around.

The self-criticism proposal is rejected.

The majority proposal is
to let it pass until people...

have forgotten about it.

Right.

Fortunately, people are assholes
and have chronic amnesia.

I feel like throwing up.

Testing, testing.

That's it, ma'am.

Thank you.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

- Now we've got a line.
- Do you like your new house?

You can't imagine.

As you can see,
this is an unusual case.

She's the first leader of ETA's
military wing to want to come home.

She decided just like
that, as if it were that easy.

From what I see, there are
no charges against her...

- since 1977.
- And that's the problem.

But it would give a dramatic touch...

to our reinsertion campaign.

Yoyes has come home...

and that is what the public should hear.

I understand.

Mail!

FRENCH BASQUE COUNTRY

It's been four years now...

since Franco's death.
What is ETA's...

raison d'être now?

ETA's objectives haven't changed...

because Franco's death
changed nothing.

The same police are torturing
in the police stations.

The Spanish government is still
repressing the Basque people.

Well done.

Argi would've been proud of you.

But he wouldn't like
what you're going to do now.

I've kept my part.

Will you keep yours?

Where will you go?

Far away.

The farther the better.

Make yourself small.

Very small.

Disappear, and stay away
for a long time.

And be happy, if you can.

I will be.

Your future is the grave.

Come on, Zuriñe
Dad will be here soon.

Hello?

I'm calling from "El Diario".
May I speak to Dolores Gonzalez?

Mom, who was that?

Hello.

What's this?

This looks like a family now.

The child sleeping
and the father arriving late.

How was the exam?

Awful.

Don't worry. You haven't been
studying Basque long.

You'll get another chance.

Something will turn up.

I have to correct a load of papers.

I'm thinking of putting up an ad.

"Ex-terrorist will look after
elderly folk in the morning."

When I look at your shelves...

I realize I've lost
everything along the way.

I left most of my books behind.

In Biarritz.

In Mexico.

All my books are yours.
I don't have to remind you.

Yes, but it isn't the same.

You've collected these
over the years...

while I've only saved
a few boxes from the shipwreck.

Stop playing the victim. You
got the top grade in your year.

You should be proud.

Christ, Rosa!

How's your picture collection?

Who's that?

The first woman leader
of ETA's military wing.

Maybe this newspaper
can learn something.

How many women are
on the editorial team?

None, but I'd love
to get orders from a woman...

dressed in black leather.

- Has she been arrested?
- No.

- Where is she now?
- God knows.

One morning...

the merchant's servant
said to his master...

"My lord, this morning I saw Death...

and he looked at me threateningly.

I need your fastest horse to flee...

to far-off Ispahan for I fear...

that Death has come for me.

That afternoon, the merchant
met Death and asked him...

"Why did you threaten my servant?"

"I wasn't threatening him.

I was just surprised to see
him here, so far from Ispahan...

because tonight I have to travel
there to carry him off with me."

ETA MEMBER RETURNS

It'll all come to an end.

Even if you can't believe it now.

But why are they lying?

I haven't spoken to anyone!

Take it easy, love.

I shouldn't have come back.

None of them are going
to leave me alone!

It'll be all right.

They'll forget about us...

bit by bit.

Right, here's a story.

- A story.
- That's right.

Right... Oh, look.

- You have to be here on time.
- I'm sorry.

Good-bye, Zuriñe.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Really? Were you waiting very long?

Were you waiting long?

Hello?

All right.

No, I'll go on my own.

So long.

Bastards!

- Congratulations, Enrique.
- Thanks.

The Yoyes piece was excellent.

Getting the info must have been hard.

Just a lot of work and a bit of luck.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks. So long.

- We must invite him to dinner.
- Yes, but you do the cooking.

What's wrong?

You look worried.

You should be happy
about the promotion.

I don't know, Rosa.

I think I've just thrown
that woman to the wolves.

It's a bit late now.

Anyway, she's a terrorist, isn't she?

Come on...

just forget about it.

YOYES, INFORMER, TRAITOR

- Hey, there.
- Hello.

Summary of headlines.

"Alleged ETA member murdered by GAL."

"More refugees deported."

And on top of that, Yoyes
is campaigning for the enemy.

- Yoyes hasn't repented.
- So what?

The effect is the same.

She should have come
before the committee.

But she avoided that
because she's your protege.

Don't fuck with me, Zaldu.
Don't fuck with me.

If Yoyes can come back
home as easily as that...

there'll be a fucking scattering here.

We have to do something.

- Such as what?
- I don't know. Something.

If anyone touches
a hair of her head...

I'll fucking sort them out!

Is that clear?

You're Yoyes.

Do you recognize him?

You have killed him.

I haven't killed anybody.

He was my husband.

Cowards!

I have a child too,
and he asks for his father.

- Leave me alone.
- Whore!

I hope you have to
suffer all that I've suffered.

I hope you have to
live through the grief...

of losing your loved ones.

So long.

Stop, police!

Stop, police!

Where do you think
you're going, bastard?

Don Roberto...

The minister's on the phone.

You'll have to excuse me.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Yes?

Thank you, Minister.

I was only doing my duty:
Thank you. I'm always at your service.

Whenever you wish.

Next week?

A SUCCESS OF SPAIN-FRANCE COLLABORATION

You seem to be doing well.

I told you not to come here.

You needn't worry.

I don't like appearing in the photo.

Tell me what you want and get out.

I just want what's mine.

Now the 11 Frogs are collaborating...

I'll have to get reinserted.

I don't think this is the time
or place to talk about that.

Some day all this will come out...

and explode like a barrel of shit.

I hope to be far away by then.
I don't want to get spattered.

That will never happen.

There are too many important,
honest people involved in this.

Mommy, telephone!

Hello?

The last wall protecting you has fallen.

From now on,
you're a priority target.

Who are you?

Long live ETA!

"To the people.

I declare that ETA is
responsible for my death.

I know the consequences
of this statement...

but, while disagreeing with
Spanish government policy...

on the Basque problem...

it is unacceptable...

that a so-called
revolutionary organization...

should use fascist
or stalinist tactics.

Silence is an accomplice."

Bego, bring some apples down for Yoyes.

I'll go with you.

"I love the autumn
but it also scares me a bit."

Go on, it's lovely.

But sad.

Take it with you.

I'd rather leave it here.

You should've been a writer.

- You still could be.
- Guess who's here.

This...

is for the giraffe.
No, it's for Zuriñe!

Want any more?

No?
Well, take your cookie and go and play.

- So long.
- Call him. Lagun!

We're ETA. We need your car.

What's going on?

- Just cooperate.
- Don't hurt me, please.

The summer's over.

Joxean...

why don't you take Zuriñe to the fair?

I can't, love. But you should go.

Well, dad has to go and
work. You behave yourself.

So long.

- I'm going for a lie-down.
- Are we...

going to the fair?

Of course.

Miss Zuriñe, do you speak French?

- No.
- No? What about Basque?

- Yes.
- Yes, of course you do.

- Zuriñe, look.
- You'll look beautiful!

Hello!

Very well.

Is this the baby? Look, Zuriñe.

Isn't he lovely?

- How much is it?
- 100 pesetas.

Thank you.

Yoyes!

"I love the autumn
but it also scares me a bit.

I was thinking it's the season
when all misfortunes happen.

But Zuriñe was born in the autumn.

And it was autumn the day
Joxean and I were in the wood.

The countryside
was lovelier than ever.

We were floating
on the beauty of things.

Too lovely to remember it now."