All language subtitles for Patria.S01E04 English

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

(telephone ringing)

(ringing continues)

(cat meowing)

(ringing continues)

(inhales and exhales sharply)

-(ringing continues)
-(moans weakly)

(exhales)

(ringing continues)

Hey, Xabier.

Xabier (on phone):
Mom, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I was in the shower.

Xabier:
This is the third time
I called.

Oh... I didn't hear it.

Are you at work
already?

Xabier:
Yeah, I've been
on call all night.

There's this terminal patient
who wouldn't, um...

Hmm, yeah, well,
dying isn't easy, son.

Hmm, unless someone
kills you, of course.

All right, so,
you're okay then?

Bittori:
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Look, I have to
let you go,

I have a lot
to do, okay?

Okay. Agur, Mom.

I wanna see you
soon, darling.

(beeps)

(sighs)

Again?

I don't want
to bother you, Joxian.

I just wanted you to deliver
this letter to your son.

Well, that bothers me.

I'd ask Miren to do it,
but, mm-mmm,

she won't even
look me in the face.

Even if she did, I don't think
she'd give it to him anyway.

Why not? I wrote it
with good intention.

You're stirring up things
that shouldn't be stirred.

Will you take it or not?

Leave it over there.

Okay, I'll give it
to Miren for you.

But just so you know,
she'll have to take it.

She's the one
who visits him.

You don't visit your son?

Not much.

(bells tolling)

You two still talk?

Me and that woman?

God forbid.

She should leave town
for her own good.

Well, then,
go and tell her,

because it looks like
she doesn't agree with you.

(gate rattling)

Bittori: Are you sure
you really need to do that?

Yeah, of course.

This way I can see
if there's something

under the car or not.

(engine starts, revs)

(engine stops)

(horn honks)

Txato:
Thanks.

What are you
looking at?

They haven't threatened you
for a while, right?

Yeah, it's been
a while.

What do you think?

Did they forget
about you?

I don't know
and I don't care.

Huh.

But you didn't get
any more letters, right?

For fuck's sake.
If I didn't tell you anything,

it's 'cause I don't have
anything new to tell.

Hey, can I get
the check over here?

Oh, Jesus,
why the hurry?

Can't I ask you
anything anymore?

Oh, good job.

(indistinct)

Xabier said that
they'd rather meet us

for lunch at
a restaurant on Sunday.

Again. Still no.

Said he's gonna
pay for all of it.

No way.

Since we have to
meet that woman,

it better be at home.

She's not gonna show

who she really is
at a restaurant.

Okay,
whatever you say,

but you're the one
who's gonna be

stuck in the kitchen
all morning.

So what?

When you took me
to your house, who cooked?

-Your mother.
-(Txato laughs)

Chickpeas and fried chicken,
I remember perfectly.

And after we ate,
I helped her clean up.

I hope
she does the same.

She's Aranzazu.

I don't care
what her name is.

I'll leave this here.

Bittori:
Hey.

Let me know
when they get here.

I wanna see her
before they come up.

Yeah, sure.

And I just cleaned the windows,
so don't touch them, okay?

Txato:
They're here.

Bittori: Those clothes
don't flatter her at all.

Txato:
Well, I think she looks great.

Don't touch it.

Look at
how classy she is.

"Classy"?
(scoffs)

She's a sack
of bones.

Xabier:
Then there was that
crazy taxi driver, remember?

Driving so fast
through Rome,

(laughs) we didn't know
if we should laugh

or ask for help.

I wasn't sure if we were
being kidnapped or what.

I mean...

We actually were,
though.

It was so expensive

it was pretty much
a ransom payment.

(laughter)

So Xabier told us
you work together, right?

Yeah, at the hospital.

But you're not
a doctor, are you?

No.

No, well, I'm a nurse.

A nursing assistant.

-And she the best one by far.
-Hmm, yeah.

Aranzazu (whispering):
Can we move the pig head?

Is it okay?

Mom, um, do you mind
taking the pig's head away?

But why?

Um, it's nothing,
it's just that...

Well, Aranzazu isn't used to
looking at it, that's all.

Txato:
Yeah, of course, I got it.

No, don't worry
about it...

Txato:
Everyone's done, right?

Yeah, yeah.

So take it away then.

If it bothers her
so much.

Xabier:
Everything's delicious, Mom.

-Bittori: Oh, good.
-Xabier: Delicious.

Anyway, we also went
to the Colosseum.

You and dad have
been there too, right?

Actually, we've never
been to Rome.

Oh, really?

We've always
wanted to go,

but we didn't get
a chance yet.

Okay, thought you did.

No, not at all.
Mm-mmm.

Oh!

We gotta
air this place out.

My God!

Even the soup tasted
like her freaking perfume.

You can't say
she's unattractive.

Bittori:
Attractive? (scoffs)

By your standards
everyone's pretty, really.

She's way
too old for him.

So, what, he wants
a second mom?

Txato:
What are you talking about?

Am I right or not?

I so wish he could
hear you right now.

Look at them all cute
holding hands.

Oh, that's so corny.

That's no woman
for our son, okay?

I'm telling you.

She's too old
and she's divorced.

She's second hand.

It's everything
about her.

We'll see what people
in town say.

People in town
are taking a nap right now.

I'd like to
do that, too.

Okay, fine, go take your nap
and dream about trucks,

I'll clean
everything up.

(wings fluttering)

(gunshots)

Belarri:
Nice, man.

Hmm, you got
good aim.

(both laugh)

(car approaches)

Bernard:
Joxe Mari!

Come on, time to go.

Important appointment.

Come on, go.

Go ahead, go on.

Bernard:
You're going with her.

Get in the car
and put these glasses on.

♪ ♪

Put 'em on.

(engine starts)

Take 'em off now.

(car approaching)

(indistinct chatter)

Man:
Buy water and something
to eat on the way.

-Woman: Okay.
-Man: Don't be long.

Man: I want you to get
the hell back here fast.

We gotta leave
in under two hours.

-Woman: Okay, got it.
-Man: Two hours, you hear me?

Man:
Welcome.

Come here.

You're Patxo,
from Durango.

And you?

You're the
handball player, right?

Yeah. Joxe Mari.

I hope you're
as comfortable in ETA

as you're playing
that sport.

This is your
zone of action.

That's around
my hometown.

Do whatever
you want here,

you can hit the cops,
national guards, Ertzaintzas,

whatever you come across.

Hit them hard
until the government
wants to negotiate.

Your point of reference
is the Oria River,

south of Villabona.

So that'll be your name,
"Commando Oria."

You'll be three.

Txopo is waiting for you
in an apartment

in San Sebastian.

Don't take any action
in San Sebastian, got it?

Don't meddle there.

There are others on it.

But in this area,

you can make
all the mess you want.

Soon you'll be receiving
a list of targets, understood?

The mugalaris will take you
to Ugalde next week.

Steady on the trigger.

(radio beeping)

Man (on radio):
It's 8:00 a.m. right now,

7:00 a.m.
in the Canary Islands.

Woman (on radio):
"Today," with Inaki Gabilondo.

(radio jingle plays)

Inaki Gabilondo (on radio):
A general strike
was called today

in the Basque Country
and Navarre,

as a protest against

Herri Batasuna
Josu Muguruza's murder

which happened yesterday
in Madrid.

According to the LAB union
the strike is causing

a major impact
on those areas.

Commerce has been paralyzed,
schools are closed,

and there's no
public transportation.

Roads have been blocked
since around 4:00 a.m. so--

-(turns off radio)
-(handbrake clicks)

What the hell's this?

No one's
working today.

Then no one's
getting paid either.

We'll see who
loses in the end.

We all lose in the end.

And move that barrel
the hell outta my way

because
I'm coming through.

I said no one's
working today.

♪ ♪

(car engine starts)

Good morning. It's Txato.

Hey, I'm really sorry,

but the truck isn't gonna
make it there today.

Okay, appreciate it.

Yeah, sorry for
the inconvenience.

It'll be there
first thing tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
that's why I'm calling.

Look, thanks
for understanding. Okay.

(doorbell buzzing)

Hello.

This a bad time?

No, not at all.
Please, come in.

Xabier's in the shower.
I'll tell him you're here.

Are they striking
at the hospital, too?

Not really.
I don't think so.

I'll go get Xabier.

Dad. What a surprise.
What's up?

Nothing, I just...

Just give me
five minutes

and then I'll be done
getting ready.

That way I can leave you
guys alone so you can talk.

No, I'll wait
downstairs.

It won't take long.

Thank you,
I'll see you later.

Aranzazu:
Agur.

(door closes)

I waited for an hour and a half
and nobody showed up.

So I asked for an appointment
to ask ETA for an extension

or to be able to pay
in installments but nothing.

They just refused.

It's so fucking
annoying.

I remember you didn't
wanna pay, right?

I still don't, but what
choice do I have, huh?

What, you want 'em
to kidnap me?

I gotta do
something, Xabier.

Three assholes
tried to set the company
on fire this morning.

Can you believe
that shit?

Probably
my own employees.

Look, Dad...

You and Mom should come
live here in Donosti, okay?

And commute
if you need to work.

So you won't care
if there's graffiti.

You won't even
see it anymore.

Close your company.

Sell it.

And live off
your savings.

You're insane.

That company's my life.

If anything,
I could take the company

to La Rioja
or Zaragoza, but...

but it's not that easy.

Well, then there's
only one solution.

You should come
live here in Donosti.

In Donosti?

Apartments are
really expensive here.

It's a lot of money.

Well...

I'll find one for you.

What do you say?

(chuckles)

Okay, sure.

Try to find one.

We'll see what comes up.

Man (on radio):
Real Sociedad got another win,

the second consecutive win

in this championship.

Once again
like the last five wins,

it was a very close call.

The coach is
trying to figure out

why the defense
is still not working properly.

-The...
-(explosion)

Holy fuck!

(man continues on radio)

Man:
Fuck, fuck! He's here.
Run, run, run, run, run, run!

Run!

Txato:
Motherfuckers!

(gunshots)

Motherfuckers!

Hey, it's me.

What do you want?

I wanna say I'm sorry.

I don't say hi to you
because it'd cause me problems.

But whenever I see you
in the street,

just know, I'm always saying
hello to you in my thoughts.

Has anyone ever told you
you're a coward?

I mean, it goes
without saying,

but that doesn't
change anything.

So can I give you
a hug now?

No, you can't.

Save it for when
you're brave enough

to do it
in broad daylight.

I swear I'd
help you, Txato.

I would if I could--

Txato:
Don't worry about it.

Saying hello
in your thoughts is enough.

(car door closes)

They just said
I'm being sent to Burgos,

can you believe it?

They couldn't have picked
a better place

because you know
I love the cold.

Also, the other two guys from
the squad are already there.

Waiting and, uh...

I hope keeping the heater on
because, holy fuck.

Come on, stop.

Fuck that, Joxe Mari.

This where
the fun starts.

Yeah, but it'd
be better

if they sent the two
of us together.

Doesn't matter. I'm sure
we're gonna see each other soon.

As soon as we make
fucking history.

(both laugh)

How do you like that guy
from your squad?

(inaudible)

(Joxe Mari scoffs)

Not sure.

Well, as long as he's cool
and he helps, I guess.

Yeah, but he's not you.

Joxe Mari, soon we're gonna
take over the whole thing.

And while someone else
does the hard stuff,

you and I,
we're gonna chill,

make decisions about
targets and... command.

(laughs)

Goddamn it.

Come on, let's go.

Get outta here.
Go.

Let's fuck
shit up, okay?

Let's get out there and make
our people fuckin' proud.

Jokin:
Psst.

Goodbye,
Joxe Mari.

Joxe Mari:
Good luck.

♪ ♪

Good luck.

Bye. Agur.

(car engine starts)

(car receding)

-Afternoon.
-Hey. I'll take it. Here.

Let's go.

We're past the border.

Keep going that way,

you'll get to
the main road.

-Thanks.
-Agur.

Bye.

(sighs)

Driver:
Come on.

It's all clear.

Shit, man, how are we
gonna know who this guy is?

(indistinct conversations)

Aupa.

Txopo?

Let's go.

My room's right there.

Shall we?

These are
the other two rooms.

Always stay away
from the windows.

Don't make any noise.

But this is
most important--

when you leave
the house,

you leave a coin
in the mailbox,

then pick it up
when you get back.

And whenever
you're inside,

you'll leave
the living room light on.

That way we know
there are no problems.

-Okay,
-Got it.

Good evening.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

Hello, my princess.

She wants you to take
this letter to Joxe Mari.

Who gave that to you?

Who do you think?
The crazy one.

Miren:
You talked to her?

She barged into the garden.
What did you want me to do?

Hit her with a hoe?

Fine.

Anyway...

let's eat.

You stay away
from that garden
for a few days.

Joxian:
What about the rabbits?

You want them
to starve to death?

Miren:
Just feed them
at 5:00 a.m. or something.

You know, she could just
sneak into the garden

and stick the letter
under the door

if she wanted to.

Miren:
Well, don't bring them here.

You should burn them.

-(rattling)
-(dog barking in distance)

(groaning in pain)

(groans sharply)

(panting)

(beeping)

(exhales)

(groaning)

Sweetie, what the hell
are you doing?

Are you crazy or what?

If your mother finds out,
you're screwed.

Fine, take it, take it.

You're so
stubborn, huh?

Should I turn it off?

I'm gonna go feed the rabbits
so Bittori doesn't see me.

Otherwise,
your mother...

(sighs)
Anyway...

(door closes)

(groans)

Bittori:
Joxe Mari, it's Bittori.

I know you remember me.

I have no intention
of bothering you.

Believe me,
there's no hate in my heart.

Why am I writing then?

Because I would like to know
how my husband died,

with all the details.

Especially who took the shot.

I didn't go to the trial,

but I know you were involved
in his death.

I'm asking from
the bottom of my heart

that you tell me
your side of the story.

(Amor De Hombre by Mocedades
playing over car stereo)

(pop music playing)

(music stops)

(thunder rumbling)

Oh, man, Joxe Mari,
you're back.

I'm so happy to see you.

(thunder rumbling)

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Why don't you turn
the light on?

Bittori:
Because I can see without it.

You're not gonna believe

who I just ran into
on the street.

You could go
for a whole month
trying to guess who

and you still wouldn't
get it right.

Codfish with peppers.

I saw Joxe Mari.

Did you talk?

I did,

but he didn't say
a word to me.

He just walked away.

He looks just like
I remember.

-He is ETA.
-Who?

Joxe Mari,
who do you think?

Are you sure
he wasn't spying on you?

How could he
be spying on me?

Didn't I tell you
I saw him?

What kinda spying
is that?

I don't know.

I just don't like
the sound of it.

Oh, come on,
don't be suspicious.

It's too bad
he walked away,

because if he really
is in ETA,

then we would have someone
who could probably

put us in touch
with the leaders.

And then I'd get a chance
to explain to them

what my bank accounts
really look like.

(bell ringing)

-Joxian.
-Joxian: Hey.

(thunder crashes)

Man (on radio):
...Jerez 0, Levante 1,

Palamos 0, Murcia 1,

Sestao 0, Deportivo 2,

Betis 0, Las Palmas 3,

Bilbao Athletic 1, Racing 1,

Eibar 0,

Sabadell 0, Salamanca 0,

Espanol 2, Elche 0,

Figueras 3, Castilla 1,

Real Sociedad 1,
Recreativo 0.

And now, the Quiniela results.

Real Madrid-Castellon 1,

Real Oviedo-Real Mallorca 2,

Atletico Osasuna-Barcelona 2,

Real Valladolid-
Rayo Vallecano...

Oh, shit.

Bittori:
Want me to make coffee?

No, no, no, this'll do.
I'm good.

(thunder rumbling)

-See you tonight.
-Bittori: Mm-hmm.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

-(bell tolling)
-Ugh.

(thunder rumbling)

(gunshots)

(car approaching)

(thunder crashes)

Did you hear?

No. What's up?

Bernardo just heard, um,

on the radio that someone
from town was killed.

Oh, shit.

Was it a cop?

Who cares?
He must've done something.

Let's go celebrate
and grab some drinks
after work, okay?

For fuck's sake,
Herminio.

You're not even
from here.

Let's go, Ramon.

(dog barking)

(indistinct chatter over radio)

They killed Txato.

No.

You can't say
he didn't see it coming.

There was lots of graffiti
warning him.

He's the one that was
killed this afternoon?

You gotta
fuckin' be kidding.

Miren:
Txato's gone.

That's what wars are like.

People die, you know.

(sniffles, groans)

Listen.

You're not going to sink
because of this.

God damnit.

He's from our town,

like you, like me.

He wasn't even
a cop or a soldier.

It's Txato, fuck.

He was a good person.

It's not about being
a good or bad person.

You better not forget that
your son is part of the fight.

Txato's news
is probably on TV.

Wanna watch?

Okay.

I'm going to bed.

♪ ♪

If you're gonna
start crying,

then I'm gonna go sleep
in the other room.

I'm crying 'cause it's coming
from my fuckin' soul.

(rattling)

Miren:
Joxian.

Joxian, where are
you going?

Joxian!

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

Ohh!
(sighs)

(door closes)

(bell ringing)

(dings)

(sighs)

(bells tolling)

(door opens)

Bittori, sweetheart.

-Darling.
-Xabier.

Hi, auntie.

Maybe it's best...

if you don't take
those flowers

that have his name
to the cemetery,

you know,
to avoid problems.

Come on,
they killed him already.

I don't think
they can do it again.

The tombstone is just gonna have
his name and date of birth.

Not the nickname.

Father Serapio:
Good afternoon, everyone.

Bittori,

I'm so sorry that you
have to go through

this moment
of pain and sorrow.

Thank you.

The only thing
we can do now

is to search for
a holy comfort

and to surrender ourselves
to God's plan

as tough as
it might be.

I'm sorry
for your loss, Bittori.

Thank you.

I heard you wanna have
the funeral in town?

Yes.

Wouldn't it be better
in San Sebastian?

Oh, why?

Attendance might be higher.

Don't even mention it.

That place
is our hometown.

We were baptized in that town,
we got married there,

and he was
killed there, too.

You convinced us to
bury him in San Sebastian,

but the funeral will be
in our hometown,

and that's it.

All right, Bittori,
that's what we'll do.

And now, let us
pray together

on behalf of Txato.

Whoever wants to join...

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come...

(bells tolling)

Xabi.

Xabi, my love.

It's okay.

It's okay to cry,
my love.

You can cry.

(groans)

Shh.

Bunch of
motherfuckers.

Motherfuckers.

I know.

And my selfish
little sister

won't even come
to the funeral,
the little shit.

Just what
my mom needed.

Come on,
calm down, Xabi.

Don't think about
that right now, okay?

What do you
want from me?

I'm not gonna think
about anything else ever again.

Everything's always
gonna suck from now on.

Of course not,
because I'll be with you.

And I'm gonna make sure
you'll be happy, my love.

I promise you.

But I'm not supposed
to be happy.

Come on, now, Xabier,
really, who says that?

I say it.

Right at this moment,

I can't think of a bigger crime
than to be happy.

What about
the two of us then?

Xabi?

(thunder crashes)

-Xabi?
-I'm gonna go see my mom.

Herminio:
I could swear I saw
Joxe Mari in town yesterday.

You swear too much.

I'm being
serious, okay?

I was on my way to work
and he was inside a car.

Why don't you get
yourself some glasses

and stop messing
with me, huh?

My son's far away.

Not as far as yours,
but he's pretty far away.

It just looked like him.
It was his profile and I--

You're just confused,
that's all.

(stones scraping)

(bells tolling)

(inhales and exhales deeply)

I was in the back.
I didn't wanna bother you.

You know
you don't bother me.

I really liked your dad.

He was always nice to me,
unlike the way your mother was.

Don't say that.

Please don't say that.

I came here today to say
goodbye to your father.

Also as a sign of protest
against terrorism.

If this country was decent,
the whole town would be here.

What are you
gonna do, right?

Well, and I also came here

because I wanted to say
goodbye to you.

For forever, Xabi.

I'm gonna send a friend
over to your house

to pick up my stuff
and return yours,

if you don't mind.

That's fine.

I need to
get out of here.

Maybe you should consider
doing the same thing.

I'll think about it.

Thank you
for all the good moments.

The same to you.

Didn't you tell me
the two of you broke up?

Yeah.

She just came
to say goodbye.

She's moving away.

Well, I'm glad, 'cause
that's no woman for you.

I knew it from
the moment I met her.

Let's go.

(bells tolling)

-How are you, Mrs. Bittori?
-Hey, there.

-Do you want to sit down?
-Yes, thank you.

How are you,
darling?

"My mother
tore your letter."

She ripped it?

(keypad beeping)

Computerized voice:
She's really bitter.

No.

Don't say that
about your mother.

There's something else
we could do?

What is it?

Send a letter
to him in prison?

And do you think
he'll read it?

Ugh...

Don't worry, it's okay.

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪