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July, 4th, 1936.

-Good morning. -Good morning, General.

Why all this hurry? I don't like coming here during the day.

I am sorry. We must transmit an urgent message.

-Hasn Patricia come? -No. I couldn't find her.

-The liaison arrived at dawn. -Canary Islands?

Yes. The General needs a plane to go to Morocco.

-When? -It must be at Las Palmas...

...airport on Saturday 11th.

-Where can we find the plane? -The "Director" must decide that.

We will get Juan March.

He will know where to get it and he will be willing to pay.

-He made up his mind, at last. -It seems so.

-If he needs the plane on 11th... -The uprising will take place then.

The date hasn't been fixed.

-It'll be between 11th and 20th. -It is so hot!

-Shall Patricia go to Pamplona? -Yes.

If I am able to find her...

Impotent? That is a lie...

...he's got them better "placed” than a "Miura bull"

I mean his balls, of course.

Gentlemen, what will it be?

-Whiskey? -Yes.

-You too? -Yes.

-What about you, Pepe? -I'll have some wine.

Three whiskey and soda, and a glass of wine.

Three whiskeys and a glass of wine. Very good.

Did you hear about the dish of lentils?

A legionary was pissed off...

...because his lentils didn't taste right...

...So he threw them over an official's head.

Franco made the legionary eat the lentils...

...and shot him afterwards.

See?

That is imposing discipline.

And he also arrested the head cook.

That is the sort of discipline we should impose in our country.

Eliminating that damn "Frente Popular', along with its...

...bloody union, and the mob, who burn churches down.

-That plane... - It will cost a fortune.

I'm sure Juan Ignacio will speak to Juan March.

BIARRITZ. FRANCE

We still have the other matter pending.

I know.

Ground beans.

That is settled...

...I have given instructions; the generals can be free of worry.

Juan Ignacio, do you think Franco has made up his mind?

I think so, or he wouldn't have asked for the plane.

I see.

-What about General Mola? -He is good at organizing...

...and a serious person.

-A republican. -Yes.

-Until he stops being one. -Sure.

What is his aim, now?

To establish a military dictatorship, with no parties...

To "cleanse" the country.

Would Mola accept any of my suggestions?

-Yes, especially yours. -That is good to hear.

You can count on me to get the plane, at Kleinworld Bank...

...you will get what you need either to buy it, or to hire it.

Have you got the right man for this...adventure?

I do.

July, 5th.

LONDON

Hello?

Yes? Juan Ignacio! Hello!

Fine, and you? Yes, hang on.

It is Juan Ignacio, from Biarritz.

Yes, it is raining.

Yes, I'll put you through. Best regards to all. Bye.

Juan Ignacio, how are you?

Yes, I was at the Wimbledon final.

Fred Perry? Brilliant!

Good, good.

Yes, of course. Pen and paper.

You need to hire a seaplane?

Or a plane...

...which is able to fly directly from the Canary Islands...

...to Morocco?

Or to Ceuta, if possible.

Certainly, absolute safety.

Pardon? May org a?

May org a will give me the cash.

Kleinworld Bank.

Yes, I know it.

Yes?

The aircraft must be at Casablanca...

...next Saturday, 11th July.

Password...

...Galicia greets France.

The plane..might need to go on to the Canary Islands.

Pick passenger up and take him to Ceuta?

At Tenerife...Dr. Gabarda.

"Galicia greets France", means the plane has arrived.

Paquito!

Paco!

Don't worry, Don Francisco.

Your wife is calling, sir.

-You are playing better today. -I am.

The uprising will take place between the 15th and the 20th.

You've already told me, damn!

Others say it will take place tomorrow, or the day after.

Way to go!

-Commissary... -What?

Who did you see?

I could only see shadows.

Shadows? Shadows!

What an apprentice you have! Did you hear any name?

One was called "General", another Valentin, there was a Patricia too.

There are loads of generals.

But, I do know Valentin.

Lieutenant Colonel, a "big shot."

That Chiqui is no good!

-10 pesetas, just wasted! -Listen, Pepe...

Leave me alone, damn you! We aren't at the police station.

-I can even speak! -Coming here to tell tales!

Armed Forces want to up rise...! Everybody wants to save...

...the Republic, but they are too damn scared to do it.

July, 6th.

LONDON

Find out about a possible retreat at these three points.

-Yes, sir. -I want to know all about...

...communications, accommodation, supplies...

-You understand? -Yes, sir.

-Sir? -What is the matter, Maiz?

General Fanjul is here from Madrid, he is waiting...

...in the ironing room.

I'll be right there. Thank you.

We need information on this area, and on the supplies.

Water, forage, bread...

-We will start right now. -Maiz!

-Yes, sir? -Any news of the aircraft?

No, sir.

♪ It that hard to hire one? ♪. March agreed on everything.

Incompetent!

-Where were we? -"Most of the Army...

...today is republican, and so is Falange Espanola.

Write...

...The military uprising...

...cannot be carried out under the monarchic flag...

...the plain red and yellow one.

The future military committee...

...will agree...

...on not changing the republican regime...

...it will state the separation between Church and State...

...as well as cult freedom...

...and the respect for all religions.

We aim for the elimination of political parties...

- even...

...of those who helped in the uprising.”

What about the call to Burgos?

Please insist, it's urgent.

"It is my belief, dear friend...

...we are wasting our time.

You, the traditionalists...

...must decide, with haste...

...and with no disputes...

...which, today, I consider useless...

...and halting.

Yours faithfully, Emilio Mola."

-By ordinary post? -No, secret.

So we are right where we were before.

-Is it that hard in Madrid? -The thing is...

Madrid is different, I know, I know that from the beginning.

We haven advanced one bit.

We cannot count on the Guardia Civil, nor the Shock troops.

But that "Military Chief Board", is necessary, Fanjul...

...a " Board" to maintain public order...

...in case the working forces carry out a coup's Stat.

You must keep Government's attention away from us...

...while the 6th and 7th divisions go to the capital.

Right.

Imagine we do have enough supporting forces...

...what shall we do then?

What? Leave!

Leave the barracks!

-We will take the streets! -What streets, Fanjul?

In Madrid, it is all lost, on the streets, and in the barracks too.

You must head north, to find us.

What the hell would your little soldiers do against the G. Civil?

I am sorry.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

All is running smooth, Joaquin.

The divisions are agreed, eager for the time to come.

Queipo is in charge of Andalusia...

.| think all is going well there.

Sanjurjo is waiting to take a plane and take over leadership...

...and "Franquito', will lead the army at Morocco.

You must ensure Madrid, no matter what.

What about Barcelona?

That is disastrous, if God doesn't help us.

All we need is the uprising to depend on the colour of the flag.

-When did it get here? -Patricia has just brought it in.

"Weather forecast for Galicia."

The "Director" wants some news about Gen. Franco's plane.

-Has Biarritz got in touch? -No.

What I don't know is that about the tangerines.

-Isn't it related to Mérito? -Mérito?

-The marquis. -Ah, right.

Let's see...

This is about the newborn baby.

The paper for Barcelona.

"It is a long trip, I am taking the baby. Tell Juan to reply."

You know that code by heart. That will be the grand moment.

-Hello, Patricia. -Hello, Pepe.

-How was Pamplona? -Gen. Mola is worried.

-What a man! -I see. What about you?

You travel a lot. Looking tired.

-No, I love travelling. -Is...?

-The technician and the Gen. - I will join them.

-This is a new code. -It is.

-Does Franco have it? -No.

Damn!

-Hello, Pepe. -Good evening, sir.

-Good and hot. -It is hot as hell.

-Good night. -Any news?

Yes, sir. Two calls, Ceuta and Biarritz.

It's about time! What does Biarritz say?

Juan Ignacio says...

...It will rain in Galicia the day after tomorrow."

I repeat: "It will rain in Galicia the day after tomorrow."

-Thank goodness! -The plane will fly then.

-Gen. Mola must be told. -And Franco too.

-And Franco too, of course. -Swell!

-Patricia must go to Pamplona. -At this time?

-By car. -Which car, Valentin?

Carlitos's car, he is waiting. A premonition, sir.

-What else? -Ceuta!

"The tangerines can get spoilt in the warehouse."

"The tangerines can get spoilt in the warehouse."

Thank you. At the same time tomorrow.

-Here? -Yes, of course, why?

Because...

Wouldn't it be convenient to change the place?

I don think it necessary, not at the moment.

All right.

-Good night, sir. -Goodbye, Pepe.

Tangerines.

They are eager to act in Morocco. Have you met Yague?

The Army at Morocco is ready for the uprising.

And impatient too.

"Tangerines can get spoilt in the warehouse.'

Look, he was also here the other night.

Don't you know who they are?

I have no idea.

I just heard them. I saw them go in and out.

What a nuisance!

-Look, that is Patricia. -Don tell me!

You were right...

...we must tell the party. Police won do much.

Sir! All quiet on the front.

Thank you. Withdraw.

Captain, arrest the second soldier on the right...

-...he is missing a shirt button. -Yes, sir!

-My queen! What is wrong? -Daddy, I am bored!

I'll take you out tomorrow and I will get you an ice-cream.

-Really? -Yes.

Yes, Sir!

Carmencita is sad.

Yes, Sir! A coded telegram.

-When did it arrive? -Two hours ago. From Madrid.

General, there must be a mistake in the code.

-Why? -I don't understand it.

-What do you mean? -Look...

Give out to me.

Only two words are clear: "Dragon” and "rapide”.

-" A dragon's rapid flight." -Right, what else?

They are using a different code.

How is that possible, without letting us know?

I don't know, sir.

It is not possible for them to be so incompetent.

They might be changed the code.

-"Dragon rapid..." -No. "Dragon Rapide."

-"Ra-pi-de." -A plane, damn it.

I see, a plane.

What a good start.

Colonel, I trust you will be able to get the new code.

-As soon as possible. -Yes, sir. Any further order?

No.

And although you are my cousin don be nasty to the Colonel.

You can have an omelette, if you like.

Once again, vegetable soup, whose idea was it?

Cook's, we thought of a cold dish. With this heat...

-You thought... -Yes, we thought.

-Carmencita is sad. -Paco, don worry.

Benito!

Take the General's plate away.

And tell Jaime to get him a French omelette.

Yes, ma'am.

They are useless, Carmen.

I know, Paco, I think it is very strange, don you?

I certainly...

-You wouldn't trust them. -No, I wouldn't.

We are completely cut off, for God's sake!

Now you can even understand the messages you get.

I think it is all a bit strange.

Don't trust them, Paco, don, besides, who is Mola really?

A brigadier and a republican.

And everybody knows Sanjurjo is a spongetr.

And Queipo, you always say he is a republican. And a drunk man.

Will you go behind them?

Not a single phone call, nor a message, nothing.

Do it yourself, there shouldn't be any liaison.

The journey must be kept a secret.

I understand.

Mérito will go with you from Bordeaux, then he'll go to Tanger.

-Have you met him? -Yes, he is very funny.

You'll enjoy yourself, you are going hunting.

With two smashing blondes.

Lions on the Atlas Mountains!

Trust him...

...Pollard is an enthusiast.

Retired colonel, he hates the Spanish republic.

-Hello, Mr. Bolin, how are you? -Very well.

My daughter Dorothy, and her friend Diana.

I hope we hunt lots of lions in Africa.

-Shall we go? -Yes, come on.

Mr. Bolin, a drop before we go?

What is the nation?

The nation?

Mola, firstly obedience...

...discipline.

Why are you dressed as a civilian?

My general, these days, it is not very safe...

Don be a hypocrite, Mola.

Then, why did you want to see me in this convent, my general?

Stop calling me "my general.”

You are my superior.

Don't do anything silly, Mola.

I'm not doing anything silly.

Who are all of you? What do you want?

The same as you do.

And, what is that? Tell me.

As I do, we do not want Spain amidst chaos.

Don't speak nonsense!

Chaos, anarchy! I'm sick of those excuses!

Don speak to me of the nation!

-Why not? -Just don!

You are a good military man, a good soldier...

...and the nation is, you know, in your balls!

I know that, and everybody knows that.

Mola, you are playing with fire...

...it is possible nobody will put that fire out.

Who are you counting on?

The Africans.

Who else?

Neither Madrid, nor Valencia, nor Barcelona...

...nor Bilbao will support you.

You are the one who won support us.

I should dismiss you right now.

Do so, General, you are still in time.

I have always been a submissive soldier.

Why don't you take a seat?

I'm fine as I am.

Mola...

.listen...

...forget great words, those are only for show offs.

The nation is where it is...

...and before anything else, before anything else...

...discipline, army means discipline!

And obedience...

...to the legitimate government.

Isn't that what you swore?

-No, sir, I swore to the flag. -The flag?

Don't speak to me of flags!

Why don't you arrest me and put me in a castle, sir?

That is what the government wants from you, isn't it?

You won anger me, Mola.

People like you...

...are crazy!

You are involved in a sad adventure...

...as a military saviour of our nation.

Tell me it is not so.

A sad adventure?

I am not involved in any adventure,

-Give me your word for it. - I give you my word...

...I am not involved in any adventure,

LLANO AMARILLO. MOROCCO.

Right.

This one about the manoeuvres at Llano Amarillo, on the first...

...page, with the article, all of it on three columns.

-Very good. -20,000 men!

-What about "big shot"” Yague. -Yague is from Falange, so?

If you are sure...Listen to this...

...about Berrendero and the Tour de France, in bold, right?

I want a wide coverage of the Philippine pilots. What else?

-Editor, I've got it! -What is it?

Canaries, Morocco... Who is in Canaries?

-What do you mean? -Who is in command there?

-Franco is on the Canaries. -It's clear. About the plane...

Franco goes from Canaries to Llano Amarillo...

...and heads those 20,000 men.

-When'll the manoeuvres end? -Tomorrow.

-That is a front page! -As soon as you get proofs.

The newspaper will have closed by them.

Stop acting as a fortune-teller, what about the strike?

-What strike? -The building strike!

Go on, you've got work to do.

The ones in Africa will make a "shish kebab" out of us.

Get on with your work!

Editor, you know I am going on holiday on 18th, no matter what.

Don worry, Luis, we will pick your friend up at Bordeaux.

Don worry.

-Paco, what about the plane? -We don't...

-What do you mean? -No news.

Lately, you don tell me anything.

I'll be the last to know, as always.

You won carry out the up rise with those people, will you?

I sometimes think I mean nothing to you.

You do and you decide...

...but the consequences will be for the family too.

Have you thought what your little soldiers will do against...

...the marxists, and the mob, who will be armed on the streets?

What will happen if you fail? What about you and us?

You've thought about it, haven you?

You could be shot for being a rebel.

Oh, my goodness!

What about us? What will we do?

Don worry, nothing bad will happen to me.

How come I not worry, seeing as things are?

I only guess, because you don't tell me anything.

I know you are involved in something with Mola, Sanjurjo...

...Yague, Queipo, and all those...

...but your wife only wants to ask...

...will you be at the head?

Because if you are not, well...

...just look how it turned out for Sanjurjo in 1932,

Condemned to death...

...he wasn't killed because it was God's will.

-Government pardoned him. -So what?

He is in elite, he is a nobody.

-He will be the leader. -Oh, that's great!

Think of what you are doing.

You are the only general with real prestige...

...you are, but for the rest...

You can save the nation, and you can take command.

Take command, Paco, command!

And for the rest, they should stand behind you!

What if all goes wrong?

You don't have to say how you are doing it, but if it goes wrong.

Juan March has given me guarantees to live abroad.

-With no hardship. -Really? Where?

-In London, most likely. -Oh, I see.

What are we expected to do in London? We don't speak English.

I'm starting to speak a little.

In London! Oh, my goodness!

Dear me! What will come of us!

What will you do in London?

With no uniform, you're nobody.

Will you bring the king back?

When I was in Paris, I met many taxi drivers...

...who had been generals of the "Zar"...

...never tipped them, I didn't have the courage.

Generals of the "Zar"?

Yes, working as taxi drivers.

Can you imagine the dish on our?

Good night.

Good night.

We left Zamora behind a while ago.

Where are we?

Are we lost?

But, we must land at Lisbon.

-We are landing at Oporto. -Good wine there.

Move!

Mr. President! Mr. President!

-Aren you worried? -Why should I be?

What can you say about the manoeuvres in Morocco?

The Army is going to rise up in arms, is that right?

Oh, really? Then, young lad, let them rise...

...while I go to sleep.

-Go on. -Thank you.

July, 12th

LLANO AMARILLO. MOROCCO.

Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!

Comrades!

Comrades!

-Long live Spanish Falange! -Hurrah!

Let him speak!

Speak! Speak!

I guess you all know we are going to up rise!

-Long live General Yague! -Hurrah!

Yague! Yague!

The second flag of the Legion...

...along with the third one, and the second " drum"...

...all under Yague's command!

If General Queipo doesn't fail...

...it will be easy to take Andalusia.

-If we can count on the Army. -Well, of course.

Of course, what?

Come in.

Yes, Sir.

-What does the "Monocle" say? -I think he's a "mousey" lad.

He said yes, and no... We should call him to attention.

Spain is full of "mouseys".

Don't you think so?

Charge!

Take aim!

Fire!

Charge!

Take aim!

Fire!

Sir! Nothing to report from the shooting training.

Tell them to continue.

I don't understand you, Colonel, you speak of loyalty...

...to what? Or to whom?

To the Republican Government, General.

-What about the nation? -Yes, of course.

Our nation is being destroyed...

...by a Government that lets chaos and anarchy rule...

...everywhere, or isn't it as I say? So what must a military do?

Just sit and wait for Spain to collapse?

-General... -We owe it to our nation.

If we don try to save her, we are betraying her.

It is as simple as that. Those who hesitate...

...are treacherous.

General, I swore loyalty to the flag.

Don speak nonsense! You, as I did, swore to the two-tone flag...

...the Spanish flag, not the one of the masons and rebels...

That is not my flag, nor yours!

I always considered you to be a good soldier, Colonel...

-...are you losing braveness? -You know that is not true...

...but an uprising now, means a civil war.

The High Commands and officials on the islands are on my side...

...you will be the only one to go against me...

...all the Spanish Army in Morocco support me...

...loyal to their country, eager to up rise at once.

I am at your command, sir. Always.

A military man has only one word...

...you must not forget.

It is here.

Everything in order, sir. Gen. Cabanillas awaits you.

The flag must be the republican one...

...anything else would be foolish.

-Will Franco head the Board? -No, Sanjurjo will.

A plane will land in Canaries to take Franco to Morocco.

Queipo is in charge of Andalusia...

...we have the support of the 6th and 7th divisions.

Godet will take command in Barcelona, I've my doubts here...

...neither the General nor the Guardia Civil are on our side.

Arrest the leaders of the Frente Popular...

...the anarchists and the union leaders.

If any offer resistance, execute them.

Mola...

-...do you believe...? -In success?

General, we can only prove it by doing it.

Don you doubt it!

In the towns where the up rise succeeds, first thing to do...

...is arrest immediately the Frente Popular.

Mayors, governors, union liaisons, military opponents...

Arrest them immediately, with no proceedings.

And to those offer who resistance, swift court martial...

...and "that's that. Insist on this point. Tell Mola.

Dear friend, there is no better enemy, than he who is dead...

...it sounds terrible, but it is natural law.

Excuse me, Pepe.

I wanted to ask you something. Shall I burn Primo de Rivera's?

Yes, do. And Gen. Franco's are behind the newspapers.

The fewer the papers, the better.

We have already made the lists up of the "elements" to eliminate.

-I'd like to have a look. -They will be sent tomorrow.

As ever, right?

Look, Galarza, I won get tired of saying it again...

...and tell Gen. Mola...

...there is no doubt, so Calvo Sotelo says...

...the flag must be red and yellow...

...the one that binds all Spaniards together.

Tell him, also, that to speak about a separation between...

...Church and State is foolish.

Would you acept the leadership of a provisional government?

I will always be at Spain's service.

Above all things.

-Have we got a date yet? -Yes.

In Morocco, the 17th, any time from ♪ hours.

-Who is it? -Police.

-Who? -The Police!

-Mr. Calvo Sotelo? -He is sleeping.

Call him.

-What do you want? -This is an inspection, by order...

-...of the General Security HQ. -At this time?

What are you doing?

You must come with us to the Gen. Security Headquarters.

No one can be arrested without a court order!

Besides, I'm an MP, I have parliamentarian immunity.

Who are you?

That's different, you are a Guardia Civil officer.

-But, what about those people? -Come on!

Don't go! Don't go!

-What do you want me to do? -Scream! They will kill you!

-Get Goicoechea. -That's enough, come on!

Sir...

...they have killed Calvo Sotelo.

What are you saying?

I've been to his house.

The riot police took him away.

The body has been found.

Lieutenant Castillo was killed...

...by one group, Calvo Sotelo by another...

There is no way of sorting this out.

Was it the riot police?

Almost certainly, the body was left at the Almudena cemetery.

-What was the Government's. reaction? -We still don't know.

Don't make it too tight around the bottom, it makes him look fat.

Yes, ma'am.

Excuse me, Your Excellency, what side do you charge from?

It's for the trousers.

Go on.

Sorry, don worry, Your Excellency.

Poor Calvo Sotelo.

This is going too far.

"Every cloud has a silver lining."

The nation has a martyr now.

It's a great pity, but we needed it.

Shall we rectify the message: "Short geography"?

Wait, don't be in a hurry.

July, 14th.

It's a message from Gen. Franco.

Let's see what the Canaries have to say.

Don worry.

"Short geography.”

Short geography! damn it! These bloody Galicians!

Wasn't it enough with C. Sotelo, do they want to kill me too?

These Galicians never make their minds up...

...but with "Franquito", or without him, I'll go ahead.

I'm sorry, but you must go to Madrid at once.

No. no, nearer.

Before this flag, on your chest, as a medal...

...before God, who hears us, and sees us...

...let us take our solemn vow...

...we devote our lives to this triple task...

...to follow your example, to avenge your death save Spain.

It is all one, it is all the same.

By saving Spain, we will avenge your death.

And the safest way to save Spain...

...will be to follow your example.

-Long live Calvo Sotelo! -Hurrah!

-Down with the Republic! -Yeah!

Hello, Patricia.

Don't you remember me?

-But... -Let the lady alone.

Come on.

This is getting better and better.

-Yes. -I'm going on holiday on 18th.

July, 15th.

I'd better wait for you here, thank you, Hugh.

Don worry, Luis, the mission will be carried out.

-Don't worry. -What is the password?

"Galicia greets France."

"Galicia greets France."

It was a good idea to get rid of the mechanic...

...he might've let it out, when he got to the Canaries.

I didn't like him.

It is quite clear, then...

...Tea party", means Gen. Franco will land in Tetuan.

And "Cafe con leche" means he will land in Larache.

That's right. "Tea" is Tetuan, and "leche”, is Larache.

Excuse me, your plane is ready for take off.

"We will save all that is compatible with peace in...

...Spain and its desired greatness.

We will make the trilogy: Liberty, Equality and Fraternity...

...possible for the first time ever, in our nation.

Long live Spain and the Republic.”

It's Ok.

Maybe a bit too long.

The end needs changing.

Erase "Long live the Republic.”

-Too clear, isn't it? -Yes, erase it.

And before "Long live Spain'...

Make an appeal. "Spanish people, long live Spain."

Don't you think so?

-Ha? -Yes, yes.

Why do Spaniards always dress in grey?

Ours is an austere nation.

I don't like that order, either:...

"Liberty, fraternity and equality."

-From the French Revolution. -Yes, that's why.

Put it in this order:...

...Fraternity, liberty, and equality.

And let it all end in: "Long live the honest Spanish nation!"

"Long live the honest Spanish nation."

Poor Spanish nation.

In a week's time, everything will be over.

If the military coup d'état succeeds, it will, but the...

...Government has much support. If the coup fails...

...the civil war will be long and cruel.

Spain has many enemies, and they are powerful, too.

The longer the war, the more power you will have.

Come in.

Sir, they don't know anything about the plane in Madrid, either

If I were you, I wouldn't hesitate.

Gen. Orgaz is right in saying that seeing as things are going...

...this is like a "sweet"

If you don't eat it, someone else will.

You are fools, a "sweet".

You don't seem to realise what could happen.

Military people are used to putsch, they just...

...substitute some of the high commands, and that's it.

This uprising cannot be thus.

-It won be. -So it will be better for you.

It is "my Carmens's" patron saint tomorrow. I'd forgotten.

-I must get them something. - I can go with you, if you like.

-Sir. -What is it?

-A message from the Ministery. -Read it.

It's confusing.

From: "Undersecretary of War, to: Commander Gen. in the Canaries.

This Ministery has news of an irregular flight, an English...

...aircraft,'Dragon Rapide"...

...registration: G-A-C-Y-R. It stopped over in Casablanca...

...flying, quite surely to Las Palmas airport...

...arrest the aircraft, Your Excellency...

...and please find out reason of journey. Inform the Ministery."

Surprising, isn't it?

It could be a trap.

The strangest things can happen in this country, even this;...

...the Ministery, informing us of the arrival of our own plane.

July, 16 th.

-Is it a diplomatic passport? -Yes, it is.

Ma'am.

-Colonel! -At your service, ma'am.

-Congratulations. -Thank you, Colonel.

He told me not to worry, it is because of the water...

...as soon as she has some rice, her tummy will be fine.

-It's a matter of time, isn't it? -Yes. And how are yours?

So now...

You can travel safely on that passport.

Yes, and you should give me the code to that account.

Is your memory good? Well, of course it is!

"♪-P" remember:...

...Juan-Pedro-5-8-5-T-X."

"♪-P-5-8-5-T-X"

Will you keep the paper?

Kleinworld Bank, in London.

No problem, believe me, Juan March admires you.

He greatly trusts you...

...if anything went wrong, or anything unexpected...

...cropped up, everything is settled in London.

-It won be necessary. -Has the plane arrived?

Yes.

Some Englishmen told us this morning.

It landed at Las Palmas, I'll go there tonight.

I have a good excuse, I must attend the burial of Gen. Palmez.

He was killed in an accident.

How is the Government coping in Madrid?

They fear workers revolts...

...more than the military one. They don't know what to do.

Tell me every detail.

Everything is ready for the 19th.

Franco has made up his mind.

"Vast geography", Isn't it wonderful?

Maiz, come here.

Yes, sir.

The time's come. Cross the border and send the messages...

...to Gen. Sanjurjo, and Franco, and Lieut. Col. Seiz.

-Read the text again, please. -Yes, sir.

"Elena gave birth 10 a beautiful boy on 15th, at 4 am'!

Signed: Juan.

Be careful.

Don't worry, sir.

The die is cast.

No, no!

More spirit, more vibration!

Once more, double-bass, and chellos.

Soldiers!

July, 17th.

Soldiers...

...today, Spain grants you a new occasion for success...

...in the fight against our nation's enemies...

...enemies of family values, of respect and liberty!

Today, Spain needs you.

Because you, you are the Spanish Army...

...and you will save her from a bunch of despicable men...

...who would kill all of you, it they had the chance...

...because they hate you!

They hate your parents and your children.

And they hate us, your chiefs...

...who only wish for peace and the well being of our "family".

They have mutinied.

Who? The communists?

No, us.

Well, them.

Hand over command.

-I can Solans. -What the hell...?

Hand over command, General!

Otherwise, you are a dead man!

The Army at Morocco, have mutinied!

At five Yague has risen!

Write it down exactly.

"Head district in Mel ill a, to Com. Gen. in Canaries.

This army...

...risen up in arms...

...has taken all means...

...of control...

...in this territory.

Absolute calmness.

Long live Spain!"

Signed: Colonel Solans.

Is that all?

Tell Gen. Franco; they are staying at hotel "Madrid".

-Yes, Commander? -It. Col,, the army at...

-...Morocco has risen. -I beg your pardon?

-Who is it? -Excuse me, Paco, it's urgent.

It's done! Solans has telexed, Morocco has risen.

Damn it!

At last!

-What shall we do? -Everybody to the HQ.

At last! Long live Spain!

Long live Spian!

-Long live Spain! -Long live Franco!

Corporal, the General is coming!

There's going to be real trouble!

I want a battery here, on Triana street...

...another one in this square, covering the way out.

Two companies ready.

Arrange for immediate military occupation...

...of all telex offices, the telephone company...

...Radio stations. and the power station.

-What about the port? -No. They are on our side.

Lorenzo, give the manifesto to Orgaz.

Don't let calls through.

Have it read on the radio, every 15 minutes...

...the manifesto, and music, no other news.

What kind of music, religious?

Yes.

That's a good idea, and military marches too.

Send an infantery section to the airport.

Nobody must go near the plane. Order to shoot, right?

Patrols.

Don't assault any churches, even if the mob do so.

"Elements" from the Falange are offering help.

Bear them in mind, only, at the moment.

What shall we do with the Civil Governor?

We are in no hurry, he'll listen to reason, I hope.

I want the plane to be ready immediately.

You'll come with me. So will Captain Villalobos...

...just in case.

-Let's go! -Yes, sir!

Good luck!

Commander, wait. Just a moment.

-Alvarez... -Yes, sir.

...detain those people immediately.

Yes, sir!

Commander, you will leak all the phone calls...

...made from here, none must be made without my consent...

...every half an hour I want a brief on all incoming calls.

-Is that clear? -Yes, sir.

Write down this message...

"To Colonel Solans...

...Head of district in Mel ill a.

Glory to the army in Africa.

Spain above all.

Yours faithfully...

...No, best regards, from these garrisons..."

"Glory to the army in Africa...

...Spain above all.

Best regards from these garrisons...

...who join you and all our colleagues in...

...the peninsula, at this historic time,

Blind faith in success.

Long live Spain, with pride!

General Franco."

-I'm sorry, "Ed", I was right. -You were.

Damn it!

Long live Spain, with pride.

Those saviours of Spain, who have done nothing...

...but suffocate her. The tyrants...

...the landowners...

...the most reactionary priests...

...and the opportunist military men.

When will they give us a break?

Poor Republic!

-I have no holidays... -Julio!...

...they are broadcasting a manifesto by Franco, quick!

"D. Francisco Franco Bahamonde, General of Division...

...Military Commander in the Canary Islands, informs you...

...that, in conformity with...

...articles 36...

.7, number 12, number 3...

...and 171 of the Military Jutice Code...

...declare state of war in all the archipielago...

...and, by virtue of it, I order..."

Hello, Las Palmas Military Headquarters.

Yes, I'll wait.

It is the Ministery of War.

Hello.

This is Col. Martinez Fuset.

I'm afraid he is not in right now.

No.

Gen. Franco is out, inspecting some barracks.

Pardon?

Yes, he is an early bird.

To tell him you called?

As soon as he gets back.

Who is calling?

Yes, Mr. President.

Here? No, nothing is the matter.

No, sir. Well, not that I know off,

Don't worry, Mr. President.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

You heard, General, it was the President of the Government.

He wants you to call as soon as you can.

It's the last time I'm telling you! You'll be held responsible!

The Guardia Civil cannot take sides...

...it should just care about the salvation of the nation!

-What shall we do? -About what?

-With those people. -Go out, shoot, dissolve them.

What are you waiting for?

Why the hell do you carry a gun? Or get cannons!

Yes, sir!

Right.

Sir, a message from Tetuan, picked up on the radio.

"Colonel Saez de Buruaga...

...owners of all posts in Morocco...

...we thank you, best regards...

...awaiting your hasty return to be at your command...

...you can land at Tetuan or Larache.

Advisable to inform on leaving. Awaiting news. Long live Spain."

Here you are, Lorenzo.

Boat tickets for Carmen and the girl.

It's over. See?

Captain, please answer the telephone.

-Is something wrong? -What did we eat last night?

Nothing special, croquettes and hake in batter.

Just a moment, please.

I don't like eating at hotels, I get sick.

It's your nerves, sir.

All this is very um pleasant. What's wrong?

It's the It. Colonel of the Guardia Civil.

Ask him if it is Yes, or No.

That's it.

The General asks if it is Yes, or No.

Sir, It. Colonel says he is at your command.

That's good.

Tell him to come immediately.

The General would like to see you immediately.

Really hard and um pleasant, and tiring too.

-Take care of them. -Don't worry.

Look, Paco, every man has his time, his moment.

This is like a bull-fight...

...only, you must fight them all at the same time!

And that's that!

Tell my wife I am out for a walk.

Yes, sir.

It's General Franco!

I'm General Franco.

-Long live Gen. Franco! -Hurrah!

-Gentlemen, long live the Army. -Hurrah!

At this historic time for our nation, only two things...

...Discipline, discipline, and discipline. Faith, faith...

...and faith.

-Long live Spain! -Hurrah!

-Long live Franco! -Hurrah!

What shall I do with this? Shall we throw it away?

Put it under that seat.

We'll sleep at Casablanca. Everything'll be clear tomorrow.

Captain...

...please, wear your civilian clothes.

Yes, sir.

You are a bunch of swines!

Tell me who you are.

Who are you?

Damn you! Tell me right now!

CASABLANCA-MOROCCO

Pardon? They are getting here.

"Tea party", understood.

All the luck in the world!

Goodbye.

Luis Bolin, sir, do you remember me?

-Certainly. -Here, in Casablanca...

-...| pretend to be English. - see.

I have just spoken to the Marquis of Mérito on the phone...

...he called from Tanger, you must land at Tetuan...

...best time, tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning, they will be waiting for you, sir.

Thank you.

I think they were suspicious about me.

We'll leave tomorrow, at dawn.

Before the French customs officers arrive.

I think Jose Antonio...

-...Primo de Rivera, know him? -Of course I do.

He has a phrase for this occasion...

...This will be hard and sour...

...but never useless."

What's the matter Bolin?

"Hard and sour."

To free Spain of its ancient backwardness.

To get rid of those who just want to promote themselves.

To restore order, end with anarchy.

They speak of democracy, without knowing the people.

Liberty. Liberty, what for?

Peace. Peace in the fields.

I've always said so, order, as ever.

-With justice. -And with Don Alfonso, right?

Monarchy.

Get rid of masons...

...who are worse than communists.

Well, to make of Spain what it should be.

A strong and united nation...

...with no divisions, or old fashioned regionalisms.

Are you listening, Bolin?

Master Cassals, Master Cassals.

I must give you some unpleasant news.

Sad and unpleasant.

Some of you might already know...

...but the news I've heard...

...couldn't be more alarming.

They couldn't be worse.

The army, or most of it...

...has risen in arms against the Government.

Against the Republic.

Tomorrow's concert won take place.

I don't know...

...what do you think if, instead of shrinking back...

...and as a goodbye...

...let us sing, and play, a chant to the glory...

...Beethoven's chant to fraternity.

Brothers and sisters.

July, 19th.

TETUAN-MOROCCO

"And thus started the Spanish Civil War.

A war that would last 3 years which left the country in ruins...

and thousands of dead people.