All language subtitles for Patria.S01E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10_English

(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)