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This is my village.

This is where I was born.

It's the most beautiful village
in the south of Spain.

And this is the cemetery.

Today is All Saints' Day.

The day that all people
gather around here.

I know almost everybody here.

The living and the dead.

In our village, there was
a lot of fighting.

During and after the Civil War,
there was a lot of fighting.

Some families still feel
resentment towards one another.

It would be good, if one day
this would come to an end.

And old enemies
would reconcile.

Now I'm going to tell you
the story of my village.

This is how it all started.

The village was celebrating...

Was the idea of the film mine,
yours, or was it a mutual idea?

You were working
on the "Maquis" theme

and I came up with some ideas.

When they killed
Antonio Lomas

they didn't just
kill the last rebel,

they also wanted to rub it in.

Many people in the
village remember that day

as something horrible.

So recreating this procession

with the dead rebel
paraded through the village

on a holiday

is going to provoke polemics.
It will cause division again.

We haven't discussed
the roles yet.

Another 'Maquis'.
Another red dog. And another.

Hello.
-Another red is coming.

Hello. How are you?

The real reds over there.
-How are you?

Lomas was inside with
his wife and daughters,

sister- and brother-in-law.

And they shouted:
'Surrender, surrender'.

He opened the door,
but didn't surrender.

He ran over there
and there he was shot to death.

Just 'surrender'
or was there more?

Just 'surrender'.

That's what my father
and uncles told me.

So, no insults.
They just said 'surrender'.

Where was Lomas, José?
-Over here.

You run ahead of me and shout:
'Shoot, shoot'.

Where do I stand, José?
-Over here.

Here or more down below?
-No, one over here.

One over there in the corner.
And another one over there...

Come on, you have to
stand over here.

You over there.

Yes. Over there.

And who are you?
-I'm his wife.

And I'm his sister.
-Alright, stand over here.

The two of us, right?

Sonia, wait. I put my hand here
and then you come.

And kneel down beside me.
-You come run after me.

Sonia, you somewhat behind me.
Francisco over there.

When I get here,
I'll start frisking him.

This is the Guardia Civil.

Antonio, we have
the house surrounded.

Step outside, with
your hands in the air.

If you have a weapon,
throw it through the doorway.

Antonio, don't force us
to kick in your door.

Antonio, step outside
with your hands in the air.

He should start running,
otherwise...

Fire at everything that moves.
Fire. Shoot.

Fuck off, woman.

We've caught the bird.
Bring the mule.

José, is this how it happened?
-Yes, it was exactly like that.

Let's get to the village,
gentlemen.

A new law to cure the wounds
from the past.

The Spanish government
wants to reform the old law

to exhume the
bodies from the Civil War

and the dictatorship of Franco.

According to the
Minister of Justice,

after Cambodia
Spain is the country

with the most missing
persons in the world.

We enter former
'Maquis' territory.

The anti-Franco resistance,
the 'Men from the Mountains'.

What can you tell me about
the 20th of January of 1952?

The first reference I have
is from my mother.

Saint Sebastian's Day.

An ice cold day,
the village feast.

A regiment of the Guardia Civil
enters the village.

Laments, crying family members
of the dead guerrillero.

Murdered, because he wanted
to surrender and was unarmed.

Hanging over a mule.

That scene marked my mother.

On cold days she will say:

"Today it's colder than
on that 20th of January."

Not long after, someone donated
a painting to Frigiliana,

that now hangs in the town hall.

It provoked a controversy
when it was exhibited.

Follow me.

Yesterday you told
me that you have a son

with a mental handicap.

You don't mind talking about it?

You want some local wine?

When he goes to daycare,
like any other kid

you discover he does things
differently from other kids.

In making contact, in how
he holds things, in attention...

So you start worrying,
visiting doctors.

To find out what the word
means that we all know

from television.

Oliver is a boy
who is different.

Oliver, don't shout.

He has a bruise on his stomach.

From what?
-Don't know.

Did he hit himself?
-Maybe he bumped into something.

Oliver, don't pee.

Oliver, Mowgli.
-Come here.

In the beginning this school
was terrible.

The board was associated
with the political party

that was in power.

They did everything to make sure
Adolfo wouldn't get the job.

Adolfo was on top of the
list for the Socialist Party

for years.

With a personal family situation
that took a heavy toll on us.

Sometimes I think Oliver
became the way he is

because of everything
they accused us of.

You'd almost think
of the Evil Eye.

But we found ourselves
in the eye of the hurricane.

I lost clients.
They said to me:

'Your Adolfo loves
politics so much...'

-What do you mean,
you lost clients?

I run a laboratory, and lost
clients because of politics.

It is supposedly funny
saying that Franco solved

all our problems in two hours

or that Franco should come back.

So instead of wasting your time
on this barbarity

in the end these
extreme right-wingers

are a caricature of fascism.

The transition to democracy
had good sides.

The victims still
haven't received justice.

And the executioners
remain untouched.

In a way it was to
cover up the shame.

But I think that when...
I think that...

Hello, what do you guys want?
Yes, you can go through.

You don't see it
as a small tragedy

you're just a janitor
at a primary school?

I studied history and becoming a
janitor was a personal choice.

Due to family circumstances

I decided to do work
that I find very worthy.

I had a political career.

You heard political
adversaries say,

which makes it so sad,
things like:

'There goes Adolfo with his
poor child, to win more votes.'

They took revenge on me
through my son.

Often I think the
village still holds the shit

from the past.

My family and I are
very right-wing.

The last mayor under Franco,
that was me.

Did you have a happy childhood
in the village?

I believe so, yes.
But when I was 11 years old

that thing with the
'Men from the Mountains' began.

If my childhood was happy,

it's because of the economic
situation of my family.

They weren't very rich,
but good for village standards.

So in my house we didn't lack
food or clothing.

But an 11-year-old boy,
who could not go outside

to play in the village,
a small village.

A boy that had to
be home before dark,

because I could be kidnapped

so they could demand ransom
from my parents.

So happiness changed
to less happiness.

We felt suffocated,
because we were always scared.

The procession with
the dead 'Maquis'...

Was it a major
event in the village?

It was very intense because,
to parade with a dead person

a man who died from one,
two, three or more bullets.

A man killed by bullets,
hanging over a mule

on Saint Sebastian's Day
while everyone was outside

that was harsh to see.

If the Guardia Civil had thought
twice about this show

they would have
chosen a different route

to the cemetery.

There stood the wagons,
the musicians, the stands...

And all of a sudden
everything stood still.

We looked up and saw
the whole family tied up.

The two girls,
6 and 4 years old.

Hands tied together.

It was an awful sight.

Behind them their father,
hanging over the mule.

With his head facing the ground.

And the Guardia
Civil behind them?

Before, behind, everywhere.

They arrived
at the headquarters.

There was a big tree.

Not this one.

Over there was the music band
and they stopped playing.

The mule was tied to the tree.

He had pants with stripes,
white sandals and a Grey blouse.

And there he was
hanging with his head down.

It was awful.

That was the weapons room,
where they locked the family up.

And you, Carmen? You were here
because of the village fair?

Yes.
-Not knowing that...

Exactly, everyone was here,
the music played.

When we saw the group coming,
everyone was in shock.

'What is that?'

'They killed someone.
Someone from the mountains.'

And that was it. They arrived
here and everyone ran away.

The village fair was ruined.

On the cemetery they threw him
in a hole like a dog.

How many are there still?
Forty thousand?

No, it's estimated
there are between

150,000 and 200,000 missing.

In mass graves that have
been tracked down.

While everywhere in Europe
fascism has been condemned

in Spain they say:

"Let it be,
because it's history."

Because it's part of history
you can’t touch it.

It's the same old story:
You can't talk about it.

You want to avoid a discussion.

That's why we
don't talk about it.

You don't want to
rub salt in the wound.

-But young people

should know the history
of their village.

A harsh historical event,

with an executioner
and a victim.

I don't mind
recreating this event.

Monday afternoon
we found a nice role for you:

a Guardia Civil
from that period.

In a uniform from that period?
-A Guardia Civil it will be.

I'll do my best.

Aurelio...

Can we try to talk a little?
-We can try to talk slowly

and I'll answer.

Antonio Lomas.
What do you remember about him?

I remember the 20th of January

the 20th of January 1952.

I came down from the slope
to go to the river.

We arrived in Competa.

We stayed in Competa.

I walked down to the river

and my father gestured:
'Go away.

Today we are not going
to work on the land.'

Because they had killed

Antonio Lomas.

The Lieutenant,
this motherfucker

shot him in the heart.

I was very afraid of
the Guardia Civil.

But they were...

not all bad.

I blamed Franco.

I may be wrong,
but I blame Franco.

But I blame Franco.

The doctors in Malaga

in Frigiliana and Nerja.

All doctors said six
to eight months.

They gave me radiotherapy.

Then I got this.

I always talked very rapidly.

But I can't do that anymore.

Did you wash the grapes, Manolo?
-What?

Did you wash them?
-Yes.

They have a lot of seeds.

When they killed him,

the distance was
from here to your car.

He sat inside his cottage
where he and his family lived.

They went to get him there.

As someone had betrayed him,

they knew he was
there with his family.

And that's where
they killed him.

What I find terrible

is you still can’t talk
about it openly.

There is always the fear
someone is listening.

They escaped to the mountains
to avoid being slaughtered.

If you brought a handful
of grapes and sold it to them

they said you were working
with the 'Maquis'.

Or the 'Men from the Mountains',
as they were called.

Even if you didn't
share their ideas, you thought:

'If they are going
to kill me here,

I might as well go
to the mountains.'

Everyone talks about the cruelty
of the Guardia Civil

but let's talk about
the atrocities committed

by the communists.

People always talk about
the cruelty of the Guardia Civil

but the 'Men from the Mountains'
were much worse.

My father and uncles
had goats in the mountains.

They slaughtered shepherds
whom they suspected

to be traitors.

They crushed their skulls
and hung their testicles

up in a tree.

The Guardia Civil didn't
commit such barbarities.

Though the Guardia Civil didn’t
behave like gentlemen either.

They also committed barbarities.

But I think the 'Men from
the Mountains' were much worse.

After the Civil War,

many Republicans
served their sentences.

Some were imprisoned,
others sent to labor camps.

But after serving their sentence
of five or ten years

they returned to their villages.

Normally, they served a sentence

for having taken part
in the 'Red Rebellion'.

The Guardia Civil forced
the ex-prisoners

to present themselves
regularly in the police station.

The hand of Sgt. Largo
was so big you felt his blow

from ear to ear.

Show us.
-But Carlos is my friend.

The intimidation went like this.
-With your head down?

And your hat in your hands...

Listening, without protesting.

If someone dared to look up...

'You have the
guts to look at me?'

And he’d give you a blow.

Don't you dare look at me.

I didn't kill you in the war,
but I can do it here.

Your son is in the mountains
and you bring him food.

I'm watching you.
And I will blow your head off.

You dare to laugh at me?

I want to see you every day.

If you don't show up,
I'll look for you.

If I can't find you,
I'll kill someone else.

I know your daughter is a horny
little thing. Must I repeat it?

Officer, throw this red shithead
out of headquarters.

I'll make sure that the bullet
I'll fire is meant for you.

They’ll decorate me when
they hear I killed a dirty red

in the mountains.

Now, get out.

You should take the part
of the Guardia Civil.

No, no.

-Yes, you identify
with the role.

You will do it a lot better.

In the courtyard of the
Guardia Civil headquarters...

In the courtyard,
whenever the torture began

they would hit a drum.
So there is a saying:

'I shit on the Guardia whore
when he’s playing his tambor.'

We do it in a room,
as if in headquarters?

They also did it on the street,
but inside is better.

A white wall is all we need.

Come in.

At your orders, Sergeant.

I present this
individual to you.

Good morning. Good morning.
-Good morning.

Another red bastard coming
back to the village.

Another red who came back.

I should have given you
the bullet in the war,

when we had the chance.

No. No. No. Don't tremble,
because I haven't even started.

Don't make me beat you up.
Don't move, I'm talking here.

I've read your file.

Your son is in the mountains,
as is your brother-in-law.

And all red bastards
go up to the mountains

to bring them food.

They go up there
whenever they can.

But you are wrong if you think
that’s possible in Frigiliana.

At the slightest opportunity
I'll give you the bullet.

Here the walls have ears.

Everything that is whispered
comes to my ears.

I don't want to see anything.

We had a war in which
many people died.

Many comrades are dead because
of four red shitheads like you

because we didn't finish you off
at the right moment.

So, we are not going to allow
that four shitheads like you

endanger our nation.

So be careful with your son,
who you talk to and what you do.

Because from there...

What do you mean 'yes'?
-'Yes, Sergeant'.

You take me for an imbecile?
Do you think I'm an idiot?

Are you laughing at me?
Laughing at me?

Take this shithead
out of my sight.

-At your orders.
Come on, shithead.

Respect. Stupid cunt.

There are still people
who long back for Franco.

For the Falange.

Just the other day
I was talking to one of them,

and he said to me:

"If you want to take away
the memorials of Franco

why don't you also
destroy the water deposits

that Franco built?"

Things like that,
like a kind of excuse.

It was a kind of punishment

that the Guardia Civil gave
in the name of the law.

Not only against people
who opposed them

but against everything
they despised.

Those who were not in favour
of their system were killed.

We are considering to recreate

this procession through the
streets of the village

as a kind of reconciliation
between the two sides.

No.
I wouldn't do that.

You won't reconcile anyone.

You'll only make
the wound bigger.

Like in the case of
Jesus Christ.

Generations should pass
before the pain is over.

Because there are
still victims. So...

To these people
it still hurts.

If they killed your brother,

you're not eager
to see a recreation.

They'll have to cry.

The Spanish government
approved the exhumation

of Franco's grave.

The Prime Minister had the "Law
of Historical Memory" amended.

Franco's remains will be cleared
and handed over to the family.

The Spanish government says
it’s a democratic imperative.

When does this country
stop honoring

the mortal remains of a dictator

in a state grave next to
the graves of his victims?

The political right
will vote against the decree.

Oliver, don't hit yourself.
Okay, Oliver?

What are we going
to do with Oliver?

Every time he hears a loud noise
he hides in the kitchen.

Oliver and I
are fine one day

other moments
he behaves like crazy.

I think the best is
when I’m not here.

He only listens to Mari Carmen.

You have to get over it,
stop blaming me.

I feel guilt all the time.
It's terrible.

He doesn't learn anything,
and you don't care.

Fine.
He hits himself or he doesn't.

He hits himself.

Well, I don't care.

I don't want him to
hit himself nor me.

If we achieve that,
we can move forward.

It's that simple.

Tuesday we'll
speak with that man.

We need his information
to take a new step.

-Oliver never
used to hit himself.

It started last summer.

-That's right, last summer.
In August.

And Oliver is no
longer the same.

He has declined enormously.

I will no longer demand
so much of myself.

I want to dedicate myself
to my hobby.

If I spend time on myself,
I also do it for my child.

So there will be some happiness.
That's what a house needs.

And not this eternal suffering.

That's the problem
of this house.

The constant pain and worrying.

If the only thing
you have in common

with your husband
are the problems.

The problems, the suffering,
the nightmares.

It's not just Oliver.

We went through
terrible moments.

So if you spend your only
free moments with others

the time you spend
with your beloved is too little.

So you have to learn to say no.

Antonio Lomas.

Here he spent his final night.

It has been rebuilt, of course.

Here's where he slept
that final night.

With his wife and two daughters.

And his wife's sister
and her husband.

Let me do it. You need to make
a bun and then turn it.

But I had it. A bun.

The heat is unbearable.

It's better under that skirt.

The T-shirt from
under your dress.

Antonio Lomas' wife
was my mother's niece.

And I saw it happen
with my mother.

My mother had my sister
in her arms.

Antonio Lomas laid tied up
on the mule.

A Guardia Civil asked my mother:

"Do you have a
glass of fresh water?

Bring it here."

So one of them
poured water in his hands

and refreshed the face
of the woman and the girls.

-After having killed Lomas?
-Yes, he was on the ground.

The girls were
behind their father,

watching him with his face down.

His wife, his sister
and his brother-in-law.

We play the little girls.

The Guardia Civil
stood over there.

One Guardia Civil has to say:

"Ma’am, you have
a jar of cold water?"

Madam, do you have
a jar of cold water?

To this woman.

What do I answer?
-Wait a second.

Get me some fresh
water from the house.

-Yes, sir.

He said: "Pour fresh water
in my hands."

Come on, gentlemen.
Let's move.

And what if people get angry?

Fine.

A lot of people didn't care
what happened after the war

while others were suffering.
So let them get angry.

It's reality.
This is what happened.

If they celebrate
the war between

the Arabs and the Christians...

But nobody remembers that.
-So why not this?

-Nobody lived through that.

The Arabs and Christians
are something else.

You'll only cause trouble.

No, it's putting
things in their place.

They were humans and not dogs.

These are people and
this wound should be healed

after such horrible times.

There is a painting
in the town hall

of the dead man on the mule

that the painter named
"The Guernica of Frigiliana".

I think that people probably
will be divided in two groups.

Those who agreed,
and those who were against.

What you will achieve
is that you divide

the village again

at least for some days.

Why worry about the dead?

Why digging up the past?

Some wounds and scars
will never heal.

Only at the cemetery
there is peace.

My uncle was killed
on Saint Sebastian's Day.

He wanted to surrender,

because Franco said
that those who hadn't killed

would only have
to serve a prison sentence.

It’ll be intense

because then you have
to experience it again.

Experience it again.

I wouldn't say
you can't do it

but for his daughter,
who lives in Barcelona

I think she won't appreciate it.

Because when the painting
in the town hall...

it was painted by my uncle,

from the other
side of the family.

She didn't like it either.

She didn't like it because
it was very painful

to be confronted with
that memory.

So the family
won't appreciate it.

My cousin Antonio for example,
Antonio Poeta, is still angry.

Then I say: "Dear cousin,
I totally understand

but it makes no sense
to live with this bitterness".

So as a warning that it
shouldn’t happen again,

I get it.

But if it's just to

to show what happened,
as a film...

We are used to commercials
being filmed here

but if you have the
Guardia Civil show up

put an actor over a mule

and you parade it
through the old main street

and then to the quarters
where the music band was playing

and then on to the cemetery.
Sure, you recreate history

but there will be people
who won't like it.

You can't do that now

because there are still
family members who are alive.

Virtudes for example, or from
the people who killed him

family members of the Guardia
Civil that are still alive.

You see, for many people
that event is still a taboo.

Pepe, tell me about your love
for the fascist Falange?

When I was ten, eleven years old

In public school I heard that

in the Falange
you had everything:

Handball, basketball, chess,
checkers, table tennis

trumpet and drum lessons.

You didn't have
that with the others.

We played soccer,
we went to summer camp in

Marbella, Archidona

Antequera.

And I liked that.
That's why I'm a Falangist.

If you give me a call,
you'll hear the fascist song.

If you call me,
you'll hear "La Cara al sol".

Who won the elections?
-The mayor.

Hello.

This is the hymn of the Falange.

-Pepe, nobody in the village
objects when they hear it?

Some of them from the left.
They call me a shameless person.

But I don't care.
I make jokes about it.

Never any discussions?

-No,
never a political discussion.

With nobody.

So now a dose

of liquid poison.

I have a bust of Franco at home.
A friend gave it to me.

He was also a fascist.

It's in my home.

I wanted to put it
in the living room,

but my wife didn't want that.

Her father was a communist,

so she doesn't want
Franco in the house.

The fleas always hide
in the corners.

What the heck is that?

Hello! Hi!
Hello! Hi!

In any
Arabic village...

they always had three places,
minimum, where they...

What did you vote yesterday?

I voted for the socialists

because they gave
me work all year.

But that's not your party?
-No, my own party is far-right.

But because they treated me well
I voted for them.

Next year, when I am retired

I'll vote for my
own party again.

Sebastian.
-Hello.

There was another
very cruel event in the village:

the killing of three young boys

who had nothing to
do with the "Maquis".

On the slope of the Cow Pasture,

the Guardia Civil
caught three boys

who were completely innocent
and really young.

One of them was the brother
of Antonio-el-de-la-Poeta.

Another just got
married and had a brother

in the mountains.

And the third
was also a young boy.

My lungs are hopeless,
climbing up these hills.

If I'd remembered
you were coming,

I would have left earlier.

Inside, outside, where?
Inside. Come in.

From the moment
they killed my brother

my life became a disaster.

I thought that with the years

the pain would become less,
but it's the opposite.

And if you want,

I would like to tell you
something about my life

so you can judge for yourself
whether I have the right to.

I don't mingle with people.
I say things as they are.

And I have a strong
character as well.

Besides, nobody can heal
what I carry inside of me.

I'm not completely isolated, but
people don't like to talk to me.

People don't
talk about politics,

because I get tough on them.

If some deplorable starts
to talk bullshit...

I'll tell him:

"Your father was beaten
and thrown into prison...

and now you vote
for the fascist party."

So with me, nobody wants to.

Instead of looking for my
father and other "Maquis"

the Guardia Civil said:

"We'll kill their family
members, so they'll surrender."

They arrested my brother
when he came home from work.

The Guardia Civil caught him
where now hotel Las Chinas is

and took him
to their headquarters.

They held him all
night and brought him to

an olive oil factory
in the morning.

The next day they took
him to the Cow Pasture

and killed all three.

My brother was buried
in a high niche.

The custom in the village
regarding the cemetery was

that family members
looked after the grave.

When my mother got older,

she couldn't reach
the niche anymore.

So we bought a niche
at a lower height.

When we reburied his
remains, I was 18 years old.

In the niche was a small coffin,
with almost nothing inside it.

But what impacted me the most,

and I carry that
with me since...

...in his skull he had
two bullet holes, this big.

The laments were unbearable.

My mother was
crying hysterically

and other family
members as well.

The Guardia Civil could hear it.

The commander sent two
officers to tell my mother

to stop crying.

How can you command a mother
to stop crying for her dead son?

When my father found out

that they killed his son
to punish him

he went crazy from grief
and wanted to surrender

to the Guardia Civil.

But his comrades
caught him and said:

"We will bring
you to the village."

Instead they
dragged him to a cliff,

threw him down and killed him.

So he couldn't betray them.

You steal from the "Maquis"
and think nothing will happen?

We are the army of the people.

The "Maquis"
got more and more isolated.

The last couple of years they
committed atrocities as well.

They are afraid of treason and
distrust their own comrades.

Distrust of everyone who comes
to bring them food.

Two men from
Frigiliana find food and

shoes meant for the guerrilla.

They take some of it home.

A couple of days later
the "Maquis" wait for them

in the mountains

condemn them on the spot
and hang them.

So who are we
going to hang?

Jesus...

You liked the bread
you stole from us?

The only bread I eat
is the bread I've earned.

And what about the materials
and the shoes?

You knew these were for us.

We're liberating
you from fascism.

You steal from the people
that try to liberate you

from fascism?

Quiet.

Be calm.

Don't move.

We don't accept traitors,
we don't accept snitches.

The resistance does not
accept betrayal.

The more you resist,
the worse it gets for you.

You don't fuck
with the guerrilla.

Antonio-el-de-la-Poeta.

The case of his father
was normal.

His father chose to
be with the "Maquis",

knowing what could happen.

It doesn't make
sense to lament that.

He chose his own destiny.

But his brother of 15 years old
was killed by the Guardia Civil

to punish the "Maquis",

together with the
two other boys.

I wasn't here.
I was at school in Malaga.

Your father was one
of the three boys they killed

just before you were born?

A girl.

A girl at school said to me:

Look, it's well-deserved
that they killed your father.

The girl was very mean.

The sadism of children.
-Yes, yes, but even then

How old were you?
-9 years, or younger.

You never asked people
what happened to your father?

Yes, I asked everybody.

What did they say?
-That he's in heaven.

But when I looked up
I never saw him.

-The innocence of a child.

And at midnight I went out
to look if I could see him.

They didn't have the balls
to kill him.

They couldn't, because
they saw him every day.

In the morning at
work with his mule

and in the afternoon.

My father isn't buried
at the cemetery.

He never got there.
They lied about it.

I also found out about that.

There are many things I wish
I'd never found out.

But he is in the
cemetery, right?

- He has a niche,
but he's not in there.

The truth never existed
in Frigiliana.

Good afternoon, Sebastian.
How are you?

And your mother?

-She is inside, but
you can't see her.

She fell out of bed.

Where is she? On the couch?
-No.

To film her?
-I'm going to see how she is.

She's on the couch?

No, she's inside.
But she's not feeling well.

I got married when I was 15,
and became a widow at 18.

My husband didn't
come home one day.

I thought:
'my God, what is this?'

I said: "Mama, Antonio
had to present himself

and didn't come back."

To your mother?
-Yes.

I said: "You hold the baby.

I'll go to the Guardia
Civil to inquire."

I had never been there
in my life.

I asked: "‘Do you know where
Antonio Garcia Martin is?"

'There is no one here.'

While they were
keeping him inside.

He was inside.

-Yes. He was there
for three days.

Until one day at dawn

they killed them at
the Cow Pasture.

When Antonia and me
went looking for them, I said:

"Antonia, you see
that pool of blood?"

And she said:
"No, it's from a dog."

But it was from the dead boys.

They had taken them on a donkey
from Susana's husband.

How are you, mama?

What do you think?
-Devastated.

Devastated.

I remember when we discussed
the Spanish Civil War at school.

And the post-war period.

I remember it was the only
time in my life I got an A+.

You got A's more often.
-But this one was special.

Because when the post-war period
was discussed

I could tell the
story of my family

during the social studies exam.

Are you so bitter because
they never compensated you?

I didn’t care about the money.

I thought it was important
someone would stand up.

Especially from the village.
From the village.

That someone would stand up
and say they were sorry.

After they killed my brother
and people came back

from the funeral

and the Guardia Civil
ordered all the rich people

to come to their headquarters
where Sergeant Largo

punished them.

"You're also
responsible for his death

and we have to take the blame?"

The rich people of Frigiliana
were also very guilty.

I would like to make a proposal.

I would like to arrange
a meeting between you

and Antonio-el-de-la-Poeta.

I don't know if
it’ll make sense,

because Antonio doesn't reason.

Antonio always gets excited.

I don't know if it makes sense.

The moment he starts
to act crazy, I will stop.

I've already told Antonio
several times

that if this one thing
hadn't happened,

he’d been a
fascist just like me.

No, no, no.

I understand him, I get him

because I see that his spirit
is more right- than left-wing.

What happened is that
his trauma

struck him when he was young.
How old were you?

I was four when
they killed my brother.

-Four.

So, for a four-year-old boy

the trauma is much worse.

Because when you're that young,
you don't have experience yet

and you don't know the depth
of reflection.

So, when we are older

we think differently,
because we have more experience.

We had time to think
about the things we saw.

So that makes we can accept
things that happened,

good or bad, in a different way
than when you are very young.

Antonio has been traumatized
since he was four.

First from the
death of his brother,

and the grief in his household.

Secondly,

because they put
him in an orphanage.

So he is traumatized and that
mania makes you

the lunatic
who thinks he's Napoleon.

It was unjust and inhumane

and if I hear a motherfucker
from your political party

talk about terrorism...

But isn't it terrorism to
arrest an innocent boy

coming from work?

Hold him hostage for three days
and then kill him?

It's something that is
stronger than me.

But I can't help it.

If I could turn the key,
I would do it.

I can't.

You should go to a psychiatrist,
and tell him everything.

What devastated me...

See a psychiatrist
and see what he says.

What devastated me was
seeing the bones of my brother

and the bullet holes
in his skull.

I thought with the years
I could forget it, but...

We Latinos don't have
much credibility, right?

My father was thrown in a mass
grave at the cemetery in Nerja.

A mass grave with many bodies.

So we never have...

My mother had to work in Malaga,

and my older sister
just had a child

so we could never look for him.

And now it's impossible,

because they cleared
the mass graves.

How would you respond
if I ask you

whether we may reconstruct
the death of your brother?

That's fine with me.

You have no objections?
-No problem.

And do you want to be present,
so you can tell us how it went?

And where do you
want to do that?

I think it's important

so young people will know it

because many bastards never
told their children anything.

This isn't Adolfo's number
anymore. He must have a new one.

How are you, man?

We're in the shade.
-Yeah?

How are you doing?
-Fine.

What's up?
-Nothing. Here we are.

First time you are here,
with regard to your brother?

You were never here with anyone
from the village?

I thought...

I was convinced it was
more over there.

My brother had made
a charcoal oven

that he was going to light
the next day.

There they caught him
and took him to headquarters.

I'm not sure if the other
two boys were already there.

I'm not sure they took
them out the same night.

They did it at night,
so no one could see them.

So the village
didn't witness anything.

He came from work and they
were simply waiting for him.

They interrogated them.

The boys kept repeating
that they knew nothing.

And that night, after having
been tortured horribly

they were executed.
-Yes, at dawn.

With a gunshot in the neck...

I don't want to show torture.
-No, no.

Were they already dead then?
-No, beaten up.

No, they dragged them tied to
a mule across the road.

Oliver, come on, it's all right.
It's all right.

Come.

They say that Adolfo
and his wife broke up, huh?

No.
-Not?

I heard something about a fight
with his wife about the boy.

Don Federico, Antonio...

Adolfo asked me if we could film
the two of you together

as a symbol of reconciliation.

Overlooking the village.

So nobody knows anything
about weapons and food...

You also know nothing?

Officer, tie up this boy.

We're going for another walk
to the village.

It's okay.

You thought you
could fuck with us?

Let's go, they've
got the other one.

You bring food to your father
and uncle in the mountains,

but know nothing?

Look over here.
You know this man?

I haven't done anything.
-You didn't do anything?

And the day you went up
to bring charcoal?

And a bag full of bread?
You ate it by yourself?

We know everything.
Everyone is talking here.

You think I'm a fool?

We know all your movements.

We know you bring food
to your people.

Your father is in the mountains,
your uncle as well.

We're going to get
that third bird.

I didn't do anything.

Another one that
doesn't know anything?

Get in there.

And now you're crying.
Go and cry.

It's only just beginning.

I don't think dirty reds
like you believe in God.

What will the priest
in Frigiliana say?

The priest who feels so sorry
for you red bastards.

If in three days the guerrilla
hasn't given us three of them

you will die.
It doesn't matter to me.

It's over.
We will see how it ends.

There is nothing left of them,
goddammit.

How are we going
to justify this?

I'll arrange the paperwork.

We stood in position,
we shouted "stop",

we shot in the air,
again "stop",

and we were
forced to shoot them.

That's clear, no?

Okay...

This one is more
dead than alive.

This one is still alive.
This one is half dead.

This one has family
in the mountains. This one too.

Let's hope we don't get shit
with the priest

or with the families that told
us to finish off the guerrilla.

This one won't move anymore.

Gentlemen, let's get the mules.
Nobody has seen anything.

Let's go to the village,
gentlemen.

We exist by the grace
of the war.

We exist by the grace
of our enemies.

We exist by the grace
of the dead.

We exist by the grace
of our mothers and fathers.

This is my village.

I know almost everyone here.

The living,
and the dead.

This is where I was born.

And this is where
I was killed in 1952.