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TETOUAN, MOROCCO

It has been an honor to work
for your father's firm, Don Santiago.

When you called,
I put everything else aside.

This is one of the last matters
I'll handle here, in Tetouan.

I'm returning to Spain.

I do not wish to deal
with quarrels between the Moors.

They're twisted people,
believe me.

Let's see how they manage
once we are gone.

Independence sounds very nice,
but with no efficiency.

They died
when their house burnt down.

A tragedy. A married couple
and their child, gone like that.

- Their child? They only had one child?
- Yes.

What about the other one?

No, no. I checked the register.
Three graves. There is no doubt.

These are the death certificates
and some other documents I found.

Mr. Otero was the head teacher
in the school where he taught.

His wife...

Was she an Arab?

And a Jew.

A strange mixture
you can find over here.

You haven't told me about
Jacob Ben Allas.

He must be a relative of hers.
Her father, her brother...

I'm sorry,
I didn't find anything.

It seems there are
no other living relatives.

Not that I could find.

Did they have any properties?

The house that burnt down.

I guess it was not completely burnt,
for it was expropriated

after the fire and put up
for public auction in... 1940.

It was then acquired
by Dona Maria Teresa...

Rivas Gonzalez.

You will find
all the details here.

Please, tell your father it has been
an honor to handle this.

I don't know why you were looking
for them, but that is all.

A real tragedy.

The little child...

By the way, if you could please
mention me to your father...

- He may help me back in Spain.
- Yes, I have the death certificates.

She is pregnant in the photo,
but there are only three graves.

She may have lost her child,
or died before it was born.

I don't know what to think.

What about the other man?
The Arab.

We couldn't find him.

You see? He may have died, too.

I hope you learn the lesson.

The letter wasn't signed.
No one moves heaven and earth

just because of a picture
and an anonymous letter.

We still don't know who sent it
or why they did it, either.

That, I already know, son.

Someone who knew that by attacking you,
they attacked me.

Someone who wants to hurt you,
your mother and me.

How's Mom?

She's very upset, son.
How couldn't she be?

She's resting now.

Tell her not to worry.
I have my return ticket for Friday.

- Oh, OK.
- There was no earlier date.

Lots of Spanish people
are leaving Morocco now.

- Garcia Musoles?
- Yes.

Dad, I'm sorry about this, but...

I know you would have done
the same.

Yes, but I was right, son.
This could have been solved here.

Please, phone us every day.
You know how your mother gets.

I will. Tell her not to worry, I'm fine.
And kiss her for me.

- He's bought the return ticket.
- Thank God.

- Is it always so hot?
- No, sir. It's this westerly wind.

It's bad for the people's bodies
and for the insane minds.

And there are many in Tetouan, sir.

- Thanks.
- Inspector Marwan asked me

to wish you a nice stay in Tetouan
on his behalf.

How long are you staying?

Until Friday. I'll need a car,
I must be in Ceuta by lunchtime.

Of course, sir.
You'll have a good car.

Thank you.

FEBRUARY 17, 1936

YEBALA LAND REGISTRATION

CONTRACT OF SALE

Good afternoon. I'd like to talk
to the owner of the house, please.

Maria Teresa Rivas Gonzalez,
please?

Can I help you?

Good afternoon.
My name is Santiago Garcia Musoles.

I am a lawyer and I'm looking
for Maria Teresa Rivas Gonzalez.

Why are you looking for her?

It has to do
with the former house owner.

You won't be able to talk to her.
My mother died a long time ago.

I'm sorry.

My father is out now,
but he might be able to help.

Don't worry.
It's not that important.

Sorry to have disturbed you.
Have a nice day.

Listen!

- Are you staying at the Gran Hotel?
- Yes, I am.

Look.

Go straight, then turn left.
It's a shortcut.

Thank you.

My name is Angela.

And you haven't disturbed me.

MOROCCAN EMPIRE
INDEPENDENCE

- Would you like anything else?
- No, no, thanks.

Are you leaving or coming?

I have just arrived.

So you sail against the tide.

- Are you on a business trip?
- Indeed.

It's the right time
for business.

Not in this case.
My business is not going well.

Well, you never know
what can happen.

Where are you from?

Valencia.

A beautiful city.

Don't you want a glass?

Thanks, but I'm too tired.

You won't get to sleep.

It's going to be a long night
with this temperature.

Thank you.

Here.

If you need something...
Anything...

You'll find me here.

It's good to have friends
when you're far from home.

Bye.

Who brought this?

Room 33, Santiago Garcia Musoles.
Who brought it?

I don't know. I never knew.
It was here when I arrived.

Good morning. Do you know
when the power will be back on?

I'm sorry, sir.
It will be fixed soon.

- Someone left a letter for me...
- No, sir, there's nothing.

No, I mean, I already have it.
I want to know who left it here.

I don't know.
I'll ask the boy.

He said he knew nothing.
Wasn't it given to you?

No, sir. I wasn't given
any letter for you.

- Could you please ask the boy again?
- Yes, I will.

- I'd like to phone this number, please.
- I'm sorry, sir.

The line is dead.

I didn't know he had been here
in early 1935.

Yes. Or maybe 1936.

He doesn't remember. That's why
I would like to check the newspapers.

Perfect.
Take it to the rotary press.

That's big news.

A man like your father,
here in Tetouan.

That would make a good article.

Manchon will give you
everything you need.

- Give him the papers from 1935.
- And 1936.

- And 1936. Everything he asks for.
- Yes, sir.

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. Garcia Musoles.

If you need anything else,
you know where to find us.

Thank you. That's very kind.

- Any particular date?
- The summer of 1935, August.

And July 1936.

Please, have a seat.

1935, August.

I worked as a photographer,
before I lost my eye.

That was a long time ago...

- Sorry, did you say July 1936?
- Yes.

- Before or after...?
- The whole month.

1936, there it is.

- Here it is. Up to September.
- Thank you very much.

Do you remember if anyone has asked
to check the same dates lately?

I would swear these newspapers
haven't been opened

since they were stored in here.
The past, sir, is like a graveyard.

People do not go there
very often.

I took that picture.
Look how sharp it is.

I used the only Leica
in Tetouan at that time.

Did you take any more?

I guess so. But this was the only one
suitable for publishing.

It was not a nice scene,
believe me.

Sure, because his wife
and his two children also died, right?

I don't know.
I recall Mr. Otero was downstairs.

But I was not allowed to go upstairs.
Lloreda, the journalist, did.

There is no mention
of the cause of the fire.

Who knows. Maybe something caught fire
while they were asleep.

Those were strange times.

Do you know a man named
Jacob Ben Allas?

What does he do?

I don't know.
He's a relative of Mr. Otero's wife.

Too many years,
too many names...

It doesn't ring the bell. I'm sorry.
Do you still need this one?

No.

Are you thirsty?

Yes, I'll have a drink, thanks.

Paco!

How's business going?

Same as usual.

- Thanks, Paco.
- Thanks.

Some fresh wine.

You'll forget the whines.

Have you been in Tetouan for long?

Yes, I have...
Do you like it?

Yes, it's good.

It's French.

I bought several casks
in Casablanca last year.

When the French were running away
like rabbits.

It was very sad, very French.

But you ended up doing the same.

After your American friends
invited you to do so, that is.

The cowardice of nations
makes me sick.

I don't think
it has to do with cowardice.

Isn't it?

Times are changing.

Tell me...

What can I do for you,
Mr. Garcia Musoles?

Don't tell me you intended
to remain anonymous in Tetouan.

Do you know what?
I met your father.

We had a friend in common. Paco.

No, no, not that one.

The Generalisimo.

But the Paco I knew is not
the same your father knows.

He has softened.

He wants to be recognized
by other states,

to be accepted
just like the others...

to share the leftovers.

Like all the little men...

who want to appear
bigger than they are.

They say your father

is responsible for the successful
negotiations with the UN.

Exaggerations...

Do you know what?

Joining the UN...

means the Spanish have bent over.

Morocco is just an example,
and there are more to come.

We'll end up like the others.

A piece of shit
satisfied with its condition.

Just dung

to fertilize these new times
you talked about.

You are really eloquent.

I don't think my father
deserves such a judgment.

I am sorry.

We'll find the way for me
to show my respect to him.

Tell me.

You're here for a reason,
aren't you?

I'm looking for a man.

A man named Jacob Ben Allas.

Do you know him?

No.

But you want me
to help you find him.

I'd pay you.

You? Or your father?

Neither of us, actually.

My client would.
He's the one who wants to find him.

I see. And what for?

A personal matter.

Well, I need to know more.

Otherwise it'll be like looking
for a needle in a haystack, right?

Twenty years ago, my client was adopted
by a well-known Valencian family.

It seems the adoption was agreed
through a convent in Seville.

His parents died during the war.

Several months ago, my client
received an anonymous letter.

It said his parents came from Tetouan
and he still had relatives there.

He was advised to look for two people:
Andres Otero and Jacob Ben Allas.

I have checked,
and Andres Otero is dead.

I know nothing about Mr. Ben Allas,
although I found evidence

that he is a relative
of Mr. Otero's wife.

A needle in a haystack.

He also received this.

As you can see,
their names are on this list.

Do you know what this is?

I don't. Do you?

Have you noticed the crosses?

It looks like a casualty record.

It's as if someone
did their job thoroughly.

Are you saying
they were murdered?

That's what I think.

Jews, Freemasons,
well-known commies...

There must have been enough reasons
to get rid of them.

I'm certain that Mr. Otero died
in a fire.

That changes things.

Did you know him?

Let's say we didn't frequent
the same places.

Thank you very much.

- Sorry to have disturbed you.
- Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

I don't usually go around
looking for people...

But I understand
your client's anguish.

Imagine you find out
that your father

was a man of... wrong ideals.

Put yourself in his place.

I'll pull some strings,
see if we're lucky.

But don't hope for much.

It's been a long time.

Thank you.

There's someone else
who can help find him.

The list is signed.

But the signature is illegible.

It may be so for you,
but not for me.

I think this was signed

by the man who accepted the payments
from the Tetouan garrison.

Colonel Vidal.

It's a pity
you can't talk to him.

He also ran away
with his tail between his legs.

Thank you.

"ALL FOR THE COUNTRY"

Hey! It's closed!

Good afternoon...
Do you know them?

No... Look, I'm sorry but...

Stop thief!

Around 300 pesetas...

and a ticket for Spain,
for Friday.

And my documents.
I can't leave Tetouan without them.

Is that all?

Don't worry about your documents.

We'll issue you a temporary one
so that you can leave.

Thanks, Inspector.

The ticket will be trickier.

It may be better
if you buy a new one.

Could you tell me
why you are in Tetouan?

A business trip.

May I leave now?

POLICE STATION

I'm sorry, sir. It will be fixed soon.
And the power, too.

What about the letter?

I haven't talked to the boy yet.
He comes and then he goes.

Sir...

There's a woman looking for you.

DEAR SANTIAGO,

WE WOULD BE HONORED IF YOU COULD
COME OVER FOR TEA, RIVAS

Mr. Rivas asked me to confirm
whether you'll come tomorrow.

Tell him I will.

Thank you.

Hello.

Come in.

Thank you.

Hello.

It's amazing.

Isn't it?
Appearances are deceptive here.

The Arabs hide their wonders.

To avoid the evil eye.

I'll get my father.

He's coming.

She died when I was 7.

It was because of me.

She was so sweet...
So fragile.

After my birth,
she was always ill.

No, thanks.
I don't smoke.

So you're a good boy.

I do sports,
I try to stay healthy.

What sport?

Gymnastics.
I train several hours a week.

And what do you do
when you're not training?

I've just earned a PhD in Law
and I work in my father's firm.

He's a Minister, isn't he?

Not anymore.

He advises the Spanish government
on international matters.

Is that why you're here?

You don't have to answer.

No, no, it's fine.
I'm here looking for a family.

Have you found them?

Not yet.

Hello.

My name is Ahmed Rivas.
I'm Angela's father.

Santiago Garcia Musoles.
Pleased to meet you.

Thank you for honoring us
with your visit.

No, please, thank you.
You have been very kind.

I'm sorry I can't ask you
to eat with us

but I'm leaving for the South.
I have to handle some businesses.

Don't worry, I understand.
Business comes first.

But we can have tea in the garden.

The house was in very bad condition
when we bought it.

We bought it in an auction.
It was a great opportunity.

We lived in Tangier,
but my business was here.

We had the opportunity to buy
this house, so we seized it.

But we never saw
the former owners.

We bought it
from the Protectorate.

Yes, the house was expropriated
after the fire.

What fire?

This house burnt down.
Mr. Otero and his wife died.

It seems one
of their two children died, too.

I'm sorry I can't help.

Don't worry.
It's been a long time.

And that's surprising.

After all this time, someone
is interested in those people.

My father's firm handles this case.

It seems Mr. Otero
is the universal heir in a will,

so we're looking
for direct relatives.

Have you found any?

Not yet.

The man you're looking for,
is he Mr. Otero's other child?

No, he's a relative of his wife.

You could help him, dad.

He knows everybody in Tetouan.

- What's his name?
- Jacob Ben Allas.

No, no. But I can try.

How long are you staying?

I intend to leave on Friday.

Already?

If I can get a new ticket.
I was robbed yesterday.

I can help with that.

I have a stake
in the shipping company.

I will get you a new ticket.

I'd be really grateful, Mr. Rivas.

It's the least I can do.
I'll send it to your hotel.

Angela!

Please, excuse her...
She's a bit wild.

I'm afraid
her father indulged her.

How's your father?

He's fine.

I know about his career
and I admire him.

I like the way he sees the world
and the future.

Unfortunately, not all those close
to the Generalisimo see it that way.

I would be honored
if you conveyed my greetings to him.

Of course, I will.
Do you know him personally?

No, I don't.

Well, it could be.
He was in Tetouan in 1935, I think.

Was he? I didn't know.

I didn't have the honor.
It's a pity!

But, as I said,
we were in Tangier then.

Well, it's getting late.

Yes, I also have things
to attend to.

Please, wait until Fatima
gets changed to go with you.

I'm sorry, but I must hurry.

Are you still here?

- Can I call you Santiago?
- Of course you can, Angela.

- Don't you feel hot?
- Very much so.

Would you like to bathe?

- Now?
- Why not?

I'm not sure it's a good idea.
I don't even have a swimsuit here.

Don't worry.

- You're living on Friday, aren't you?
- Yes, but...

So we have to make the most
of your stay.

It suits you.

It's a little too big.
It's falling off.

It could be worse.

Do you overthink everything?

The zip.

Do you like it?

I'd never seen one with two.

It's called deux pieces.

It's from Paris.

It's the latest fashion in France,
and a scandal here.

My father doesn't know
I have one.

I think I'm tipsy.

Me too.

What's wrong?

I'm fed up.

What with?

Angela...

I'm sorry. I can't stand
everybody is leaving and I'm staying.

Well...
You can go to Spain, too, right?

No, Santiago.

I can't.

I was born here...
Grew up here...

And, if no one does anything about it,
I'll die here.

Sometimes I wish I were a man.

You own your fate.

If I also did... I'd leave.

I'd see the world.

The big one.

The real one.

And I would never commit
to stay anywhere.

But why talk about sad things?
So you do gymnastics?

- Yes.
- Swedish gymnastics?

No... Real gymnastics.

Show me.

- You don't believe me?
- I do, but I want to see.

That's Swedish gymnastics.

I can't do it. I'm tipsy
and my swimsuit is falling off.

You've never bathed naked?

In the bathtub.

Come on!

You're a coward.

What are you doing?

I'll tell you
when you can kiss me.

Mr. Garcia Musoles!

The phone is fixed.
Your father called. And...

Here is your safe-conduct.

Shall I phone for you?

Yes, please. Thanks.

Santiago...

It's you, son. Thank God.
What happened? Why didn't you phone?

The line was dead.

Your father phoned the hotel
and you weren't there.

He was very worried,
you know him.

Why didn't you tell me
you were in Tetouan in 1935?

I've seen pictures.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

So...?

I don't know...

Your father said
it was not important.

It wasn't important?
What was important, then?

You're killing me with this, son.

I have to go.

I pray for you every day,
my son.

And for the joy
of having you with me,

my son.

- Did you find her?
- You were right.

It seems it could be her brother.

Do you know his whereabouts?

Not yet.

But I found someone who worked
in the same school as Otero.

His name is Yassim.

Have you heard about Chaouen?

- No.
- A Holy City for the Moroccans.

Look, right there.

The Holy City.

This way.

- What did she say?
- She welcomed us.

Yassim died last year.

She is his wife.
She was waiting for you.

Ask her what she knows
about Otero.

She says Otero was murdered.

Yassim kept some of his belongings
and you can have them.

She says that's you.

You're wrong, no. No.
That child is not me.

That man is not my father,
you are mistaken.

She tells you to keep it.
What is inside is yours.

Ask her where
I can find Jacob Ben Allas.

She says you are close.

Close to what?

Close to the truth.

Sometimes truth is overrated.

Knowing leads to nothing.

It only brings pain.

The truth is the truth.
It's that simple. It simply is.

I see... So your client still
wants me to look for Jacob Ben Allas?

Yes.

Alright. Fine.
You will hear from me.

Sir, sir.

Your father called again.
He seemed very troubled.

I didn't know what to say.
A lady also called. Twice.

Thanks.

Sir, the car is waiting for you.

The car you asked
to take you to Ceuta.

And I was also asked
to give this to you.

It is a ticket.

Tell him to leave.
I don't need it.

I'll stay for some more days.

Give the driver a tip
and add it on my tab, please.

Are you OK, sir?

I'm really fine, thanks.

- Do you know where I can find him?
- He lives in mellah,

the old Jewish quarter.
Number 5, Averroes Street.

- Thanks, thanks a lot.
- You are welcome.

Nice shot.

Excellent composition.

What do you want?

To know.

This is Colonel Vidal, right?

I can't say.

Mr. Manchon, don't waste my time.
Do not force me to go against you.

This is Vidal, right?

I want you to tell me everything.
I need to know the truth.

I can talk about Mr. Otero.
The rest is not my business.

I don't know
if you understand me.

Alright.
Let's talk about Mr. Otero.

Mister Andres Otero.

I still remember
one of his quotes:

We need teachers,
not politicians, to change Spain.

He tried in the school
and the villages.

Until he died.

The day before the war began.

How ironic.

Do you know who won the war?

Sure.

No, you don't.

The war was won by the priests
and lost by the teachers.

And the photograph?
That is a Masonic lodge.

So what? Do you also believe
they ate the children raw?

Don't talk shit.

Do you want to know
what happened the night of the fire?

What I told you some days ago.

Let's say I made some inaccuracies.
Deliberately, of course.

I did go to the second floor
the night of the fire.

In fact, I went alone.

And the journalist?

Lloreda?

I used to go by that nickname
when we had a lot of work to do.

Well, as I was saying,

I went upstairs
and took some photos.

You'll understand my caution
when you see them.

That was a weird night.

It was the eve of the uprising
and Tetouan shuddered all over.

I was amongst the first to arrive,
before the police and firemen did.

They must have been busy
with something else.

I saw the smoke and went closer.

The neighbors had managed
to control part of the fire.

This is Otero.

I told you.
It isn't nice to look at.

Then I went up
and checked each one of the rooms.

And took photos.

Until I reached the Oteros' dorm.

There she was.

I took a photo of her.

Then I realized
that the fire had not caused that.

I'd swear it's a bullet wound.

Are you saying she was murdered?

I'm not saying anything.
The photo says everything.

- Wasn't she pregnant?
- It didn't seem to me.

- What's this?
- I heard of shootings

in a place called El Mogote.

I found this
when I arrived that morning.

It was noticeably
written on the wall.

It's in Hebrew.

It means "Justice, Lord"
or "Vengeance, Lord".

Someone wanted to hold
their God accountable.

What do you think?

I came back home
and developed the photos.

The next day the war started.

Then I hid them in this box.

Mr. Otero was one of the bad guys,
I don't know if you understand me.

Three days later,
I lost an eye during a bombing.

I've always thought it was for...

not being vocal,
for shutting up.

But following that logic,
I wouldn't be alive, would I?

Is that the truth
you wanted to know?

I have no other.

And the children?
Did you see Otero's children?

There were no children
at the house.

May I keep the photos?

I know who you are
and who your father was.

I will never say
that these are mine.

I will say I lost them.
Or they were stolen.

I'm fed up with this.
Take them if you wish.

One last thing,

do you know which one of them
is Jacob Ben Allas?

I think it's this one.

You're talking about the reports?

The reports on the death of Otero
and his family in that fire.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but that happened a long time ago.

17th July 1936.

Twenty years ago.

I would like to check as well
if there are any other reports

about the rest
of the people in the list.

On the same date or immediately
before or after the indicated date.

Where did you get this from?

It came into my hands.

Have a seat.

I got an anonymous letter.

I think Mr. Otero and his wife

were murdered before
the house was set on fire.

The rest of the people on the list
were also killed.

I know it sounds crazy, but it is true.
I have evidence.

You've got evidence.

That will make things easier.

Have you already
received your papers?

Yes. I appreciate it, Inspector.

I thought
you were in a hurry to leave.

I changed my plans.

What is your business in Tetouan,
Mister Garcia Musoles?

I manage a client's inheritance.

What's the connection
between all of that?

Had these killings occurred,

that would affect
Mr. Otero's state,

and my client
is a close relative of his.

But I may be mistaken.

That's why I'd like
to see the available documents.

That won't be easy,

maybe impossible.

If you're not willing to give
those papers, I'll find another way.

Listen,

we will do the following:
you convince me you have a case

and I will decide
what to show you and when. Got it?

Mr. Otero's wife.

The photograph was taken
at her house the night of the fire.

She was shot in the head.
Is that enough?

Mrs. Esther...

Did you know her?

Mr. Otero was my teacher.

If he hadn't convinced my parents,
I'd have never studied.

Did you also meet their children?

- I knew the elder child.
- And the younger one?

No. It couldn't be
more than a baby back then.

But I do recall having seen
Mrs. Esther pregnant.

How come there are only
three tombs at the cemetery?

The second child of Otero

does not appear in any
of the documents I've had access to.

I don't know. It has been
quite a while. Maybe I'm wrong.

Does your father know
what you are doing?

It's not worth it.
You won't find a thing.

You came a bit late.

The second child of Otero,
the one without a tomb.

The child was handed
to a Spanish family

and the background was falsified.

I want to denounce it
and find those liable for it.

Look, even if it's feasible,
there is a problem.

You no longer rule in Tetouan.

And all these stories, these deaths,
are yours, not ours.

What do you mean?

No one cares. No one. Except you.

Look, I'm a lawyer and I will go to
the Spanish authorities if necessary.

The Spanish authorities.

You belong to that world
and should know you've got no chance.

Well, we will see.
I will make sure the truth is told.

Why don't you go home?

That is what I'm up to. But first
I will get to the bottom of this.

It's up to you.

But think wisely
if you want to continue looking

for whatever it is
you want to find.

No, thanks.

Thanks a lot but no.
I'm sorry.

Santiago.

I have been looking
for you for a while.

I thought you had left.

There wasn't any news of you
at the hotel.

Are you OK?

Yes. Yes, I am.

It doesn't seem so.

I'm glad you are here.

Shall we go to the beach?

This is not a good time, Angela.

You don't like me, do you?

No, it's not about that...
I don't have the time

nor the wish to go to the beach.
Sorry.

Wait.

Angela, what do you want?

What, am I not a good kisser?

Of course I like your kissing.

I love you.

Angela, don't say that,
you barely know me.

Who cares?
Love comes without notice.

Angela, I was going to
get married in September.

I have a girlfriend in Valencia.

- Was going to?
- I mean I will. In September.

Why did you kiss me in the pool?

And now.
Why have you kissed me?

I don't know. I'm sorry.

AUGUST 20, 1932 - JULY 17, 1936

Not a grammatical
or an arithmetical knowledge,

but pedagogical,

because the stimulus

the child receives
from the environment he is within

determines his future
and that of his people.

When these truths rise
to the universal conscience,

then we can be persuaded
that the educational process

demands the most individual attention
at its early stages

we shall deliver

tiny groups of children
to nursery and elementary schools,

we shall send our best teachers
to work as missioners of education,

where they are needed the most:

in rural schools,

where there is
a lack of cultural resources,

and we shall spend
as much as we need.

Because people don't quit spending
due to a lack of resources,

they do it because
they don't feel the need to spend,

when they are not sold on
the goodness of the expense.

Have a seat. I was expecting you.

How did you manage
to leave your card in my room?

No one noticed you at the hotel.

I got my ways.

It seems that... He's alive.

Who? Jacob?

He wasn't killed
with the others, anyway.

I was right.

It was a list of...

you know what I mean.

But he survived.

There's someone
who knows first-hand.

We will meet him.

Don't you want to eat first?

The lamb is exquisite
in the Alhambra.

I'm sure it is.
But I'm busy, if you don't mind.

Save this, Paco.

And bring over a bottle of Cognac.

Tell him, Saldana.

Tell this gentleman everything.

Leningrad, Volkhov, Udarnik,

Smiesko, Nikitkino, Poselok,

Berlin.

You did more for Germany
than many Germans.

The white snow the blood
of the enemy has to stain.

Be quiet.

The Iron Cross.

First Class.

I saved the life of a commander
of the 121st of Infantry.

Two kilometers.

I carried him through the snow,
through the ice.

On the shoulders, you see.
Two kilometers.

You want it? Uh? You want it?

No, thanks.

It's yours, Saldana.
The hero's banner.

Where the sun sets its eye
to make it bright.

- Prost!
- Prost!

Saldana also was
a hero of the Crusade.

He left Tetouan
alongside the Generalisimo,

didn't you?

Always at his command.

Always at the service of Spain.

Always.

Why don't you tell this gentleman
what you told me?

He's a patriot.

The Mogote thing?

Yes, about Mogote.

They were masons.

Rats.

Rats in their holes
gnawing and chewing.

We had to smash them.

To prevent their evilness.

What happened?

We apprehended them.
We took them. We executed them.

You and who else?

A handful of Spaniards
loyal to the nation.

We went to their houses
to look for each one of them.

We had to move quickly
so that they couldn't escape.

Later we took them...

We took them to El Mogote.

How many were there?

Not many.

Twelve?

Yes. Twelve.

Carry on... Carry on.

They shouted, cried
and begged for mercy.

But it was too late.

Someone thought it would be nice
to make them work a little,

to dig a pit.

Perhaps the effort
would keep them silent.

They started digging
but made no progress.

Finally, we climbed down
and dug with them.

And the man who ran away?

Yes, one of them ran away.

He raced away when
we lined them up by the pit.

Two followed him
but were not that lucky.

I shot one.

He ran like a rabbit.

But he fell like a dog.

Who was the man who escaped?

Jacob.

Jacob Ben Allas?

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

I've seen that name on the list

with the others,
as if he were dead as well.

The priest told us
to do it that way.

To prevent messing with Vidal.

What priest?

The chaplain. He was with us.

What was Vidal doing in the meantime?
Was he with you, too?

No, no.

Vidal was dealing
with other affairs.

Otero, right?

That one was the most dangerous.

Yes, Otero.

He was the worst.

Do you know what happened
to the children?

Otero's children.

What children?

What children are you talking about?
I never killed any children.

Easy... Easy. Chill.

Besides,
the bastards do not count.

If they weren't killed,
what did you do with them?

Because they were two, right?

Tell him.
You took them to Ceuta, didn't you?

Who picked them up?

Gentlemen.

A man called Garcia Musoles?

Yes. That was his name.

Thanks, pal.

Well,

you heard.

You can tell him what happened.
Your client.

His uncle.
That Jacob Ben Allas...

is his uncle.

Your friend could
have made everything up.

Well... At the end of the day,
everything is a big lie.

But if it's true,
it would be terrifying.

What are you doing?

I'm making sure they did
a really fine job with you.

You don't smell.

Maybe a scent of sweat.

And fear.

I don't want to see you again.

The job isn't finished yet.

But, to me, it is.

You're right!

Who could believe that man
is telling the truth?

He is a crazy drunkard.

He made everything up.

I think you owe me some money.

Don't worry. I'll wait.

You know where to find me.

You didn't catch the boat.

I called you several times,
but you don't phone me back.

What's going on?
What's all this about?

Your mother is devastated.

What did you tell her?

I asked why you didn't tell me
you once lived in Tetouan.

What does it matter now?

There's a lot about my life
you are unaware of.

Yes, I think so.

I can't believe it...

You got fooled like this.

I should have never
allowed you to come.

Please, stop lying to me.

Don't act like nothing
has happened.

What are you talking about?
What the heck are you talking about?

I know everything, Dad.

I still call you father.

It is going to be hard
to get used to this.

There you go.

What's this?

Your birth certificate
and the adoption papers.

Everything is in there.

I should have shown you earlier.

But every day it became
harder and harder.

I thought that stirring up the past
would be troubling for you.

I did wrong, I know.

That's why I apologize.

Were they commies?

I don't know.

But the bombs didn't care.
And neither did your mother and I.

These papers mean nothing to me.

It is easy to get them.

These papers are real, Santiago.

Our mistake was not
showing them at the right time.

Come on, rest.

Tomorrow morning we will catch
the plane that brought me.

We will arrive
in Valencia at night.

And good news.

There's a job for you at the assistantship
of Cervera in the UN.

More than expected,
given your experience.

I know what happened.

My parents were murdered
just before the uprising.

Not in Malaga,
but in Tetouan.

They killed them and others
who were part of a Masonic lodge.

Those who pulled the trigger

were three of their own fellows

who wanted to come cleansed
to the brave new Spain of Franco.

They were killed for being teachers.
To erase their footprints.

Vidal, remember him?

He killed them
and spared me for you.

He must be a good friend of yours
to give you a present like this.

I don't even know that name.

Vidal. This is you.
Just next to Otero.

I just want to know one thing.

I had a brother.
What did you do with him?

You handed him to another family?
Or is he buried in that tomb?

You know, Father,

it's hideous that a man has to see
his own grave.

Let alone to dig it.

How can you live with this
on your conscience?

Are you going to say something?

You are used to solving everything.
You will come up with something.

What are we going to do now?

What am I going to do? Uh?

What am I going to do?

I don't have to deal
with any of this.

Look,

you have two options: one,

you either come back to Valencia
to a life full of opportunities;

or two,

you stay here insisting.

If you happen
to choose the latter,

you will be dead for us.

You don't say anything?

Alright.

I will be waiting for you
until tomorrow morning.

I don't know who I am, Dad.

You do know.

You are my son.

And now you need me
more than ever.

That does not make any sense.

I don't know
what to tell your mother.

We will wait for you, son.

Always.

We will wait for you.

Jacob?

Jacob?

Jacob?

I think this is yours.

And it is you
who sent the letters.

You're on the right track.

Why did you do all this?

Have you seen Rivas?

The last link.

The most important step.

Did I tell you we were partners?

We had a company with
some mines: phosphates.

But he tricked me.

He took my money
and that's not right, is it?

Don't you think?

Impunity does not quite
fit these despicable souls.

They tend to forget.

That's why I did it.

To make him feel
the ground tearing apart.

Just for a moment.

You have to see him.

Because you miss
something, don't you?

A girl... What's her name?

Angela.

You still don't get it?

Drink.

It will be good for you.

Bastard!

You're a bastard and a shithead!
You heard? Bastard!

You play really well.

You say so
because you're kind.

Angela...

Don't say anything.

I have to apologize.

I'm glad you came.
We can talk.

Did you find the family
you were looking for?

It seems as if I were angry.

Hi, Dad.

Santiago's paying us a visit.

I thought you had left.
Weren't you given a ticket?

Yes, but before leaving
I'd like to talk to you.

You know, about the past
and the people that inhabited

this house before
your wife purchased it.

Angela...

But...

Then it would be better
to leave you alone.

I think I can't help.
I told you we didn't know them.

Angela doesn't know, does she?

What does she not know?

That she is not your daughter.

Leave.

- Please, leave...
- I'm not leaving until you tell me!

I'll talk to her otherwise.

She really doesn't know, does she?

She won't believe your delusions.

The Oteros had two children:

a boy and a girl.
Segundo and Angela.

What do you want?

I want you to tell me the truth.

Come on.

You don't want Angela
to hear all you have to tell me.

I won't tolerate any threats.

Wait.

I'll tell you if you swear
you won't say anything to Angela.

I swear.

Vidal warned us.

My wife had the disgrace
of being infertile.

We always thought
we were doing the right thing,

a benefit for the child.

We didn't know anything
of what had happened

until the next morning...

When we already had
the girl with us.

And the boy?

There was a kid, yes.

A 4 or 5-year-old boy.

He was indeed
who held her in his arms.

Vidal told us
we couldn't keep both.

Another family was waiting.

He made us choose.

The girl was crying.

She was scared by the lamp Vidal
lit the back of the car.

My wife took her in her arms

and the girl settled down.

That was all.

What happened to the boy?

I don't know.

Please, don't tell Angela.

Santiago!

Would you invite me to dinner?
We could talk.

I don't think
it's a good idea, Angela.

No, I guess not.

When are you leaving?

I don't know. Soon.

I hope you will have
a happy marriage.

Thanks, Angela.

I will never get married.

What's wrong?

Bye, Angela.

Goodbye.

It's alright.

Neckan Adonai.

- Do you know a place called El Mogote?
- Yes, sir.

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