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SUBTITULADO POR MOVISTAR+.

Amelia, follow me, please.

Quickly!

- Amelia! - Where are we going, Anushka?

- I can't tell you. - Just tell me, it's alright.

I have orders to follow.

Okay, but I'm just asking where we're going.

What kind of accident?

A car accident.

How can he have had an accident if we know he's under arrest?

- Where'd you get that idea? - What were you told?

He was with someone else, that's why he disappeared.

Where did they find him?

I don't know.

When?

I don't know that either.

How can you be so vile?

All I was told is that...

he's in a critical condition.

Is he conscious?

I don't know.

But he's alive, Amelia.

BASED ON THE BOOK "TELL ME WHO I AM" BY JULIA NAVARRO

TELL ME WHO I AM

Are you family?

She's his wife.

He's a friend of the family, a participant in the Congress.

He passed away a few minutes ago.

No... No. No!

We couldn't do anything to save him.

The accident caused a lot of injuries.

No! There was no accident!

- The car went down a ravine. - Lies!

- Is he here? - Amelia!

I want to see him! Where is he?

Calm down.

Please... I beg you.

He's her husband, she has to see him.

Go in.

Please...

But he... was a revolutionary.

And a good person.

Please...

Amelia.

I'm very sorry.

He asked for him to be buried here, in Moscow,

so that his family and friends can...

PARIS, MARCH 1939

THE WAR IS OVER!

MADRID, APRIL 1939

Good day.

- Hello. - Hello.

Where are you going?

The Garayoa residence.

No, they don't live here anymore.

No?

When the lady died, they moved.

Thank you.

- Edurne, will you open up? - Yes, I'm going.

- Go! - Isn't anyone opening up?

I'll get it!

I'm sorry.

OCAÑA PRISON, TOLEDO

You look the same.

Really? You think so?

So do you.

Well, a bit thinner.

How well do they feed you here?

Fine. Chick peas.

And rice sometimes.

Are you sleeping well?

Well, on the floor, but we have blankets.

We sleep so close we even get hot.

You share a cell?

Yes, your uncle and I and some others.

But we're fine, my girl, fine.

The only thing is...

What?

Your mother's not here.

I think about her a lot.

But maybe it's better like this, no?

This way she's not suffering.

- Sure. - You know what she was like.

- Have you been to the cemetery? - Yes, with Antonieta.

If I get out of here, I'll go see her first.

- Of course you'll get out, Dad. - Well, if they pardon us.

Have you been to see Javier?

Not yet.

No?

No.

I had to come see you first.

Águeda.

- Edurne! - Hello.

- How are you? - I'm so glad to see you.

Javier, honey, this is Edurne.

- Hello. - Do you remember her?

How can he remember...?

Hello, Javier. Are you playing?

- How is her father? - Still in prison.

My God...

That's why we live at his parents' place.

- Of course. - And how are you?

Amelia is back.

- Oh, really? - Yes. And she wants to see the boy.

No.

If his grandparents found out...

No, no, I'm sorry.

Águeda, she's his mother.

Then she shouldn't have left.

She just wants to see him.

The war's onlyjust over, and they don'tjust hand out pardons.

But our fathers didn't do anything. They didn't kill anyone,

rob anyone, nothing.

We hid a priest in our house. Father Molina.

- Yes. - They collectivized her father's factory.

Right, but when you've won a war,

a civil war, you can't show weakness.

- It's not weakness, Antonio, it's... - It's justice.

Yes.

If you Reds had won, you would've done the same.

With Franco, the generals of the Crusade, with me, with my parents.

- You would've shot us all. - But our fathers are good people

incapable of hurting anyone, you know that.

We used to see your parents at Biarritz every summer.

Yes, that's why I'm helping you.

They ask me about them every day.

- There must be something we can do. - Right, but I don't know what.

Only...

What?

Barrios is Ministry Secretary.

The Reds shot his Salesian brother, but he my mother's second cousin.

- Can I speak to him? - Or we'll go together.

No, I'll speak to him.

He comes on Fridays.

Come on Friday with your mother

and we may soften him up.

- Friday, eh? - Perfect. Thank you.

Thank you.

- Yes, Laura, yes. - I'm not so sure.

How can they shoot them? They didn't do anything.

They shoot lots of people, every day.

But not them. They'll pardon them.

Sometimes I think that if the Popular Front hadn't won

by so slim a margin,

the soldiers wouldn't have risen up,

so many people wouldn't have died,

there wouldn't be so much hate,

and our fathers wouldn't be...

You never considered coming back?

O f te n.

But I couldn't.

I got to thinking that...

if you didn't come back, it was out of fear.

Or because you'd forgotten all about us.

But... how could I forget you?

I spoke to Mum. If you think it's alright,

Albert could stay at our place.

I could sleep with my mother and give him my room.

So he doesn't have to spend money on hotels.

Sure. Well, I'll ask him.

And if he could pay us something for room and board...

- Of course. - It'd help us out.

It's perfect, much better than the hotel.

Besides, I'm spared the paintings of Franco,

which were everywhere.

You'll have to share the bathroom.

I'm delighted, really.

And I'll only bother you for a couple of weeks,

- until I go to Berlin. - You're leaving?

- Yes. - I'll be so sorry to see you go.

Maybe he'll stay. You'll see you try my mother's marvels

made with a few potatoes and some chard...

- Amelia. - Yes?

- I spoke to Águeda. - What did she say?

They'll throw her out if they find out.

Yes, yes.

We can't go near him or say anything,

I promised her.

And if we comply with that, they may let you see him again.

Did you hear me?

Honey, come here.

Come.

Mum?

Where are you?

Amelia, we have to go.

- Mum, now's not the time to... - Manuel called.

- Manuel...? - Carranza. They let out his nephew.

- Your Santiago. - What happened?

- They let out Santiago. - Really?

- Come on, you have to go. - Let's go.

- Here. - Let's go.

- I'm fine, I'm fine. - Yes.

Good luck.

- I spoke to him when he arrived. - And?

I explained the case, who your parents were and...

- well... - He'll say yes, won't he?

Mum...

He's coming out. Wait here.

No, my girl, no, we're not getting out of here.

Yes, Dad, you are getting out.

I don't believe it, I don't.

But... Herrera told us about a man who...

seems to have a lot of influence in the Ministry and...

- he may be able to help us. - That won't do any good.

But why not?

Dad.

Dad.

You can't fall apart now, eh?

You can't fall apart now. You have to trust us.

We'll get you out of here.

Let's go, time's up.

Do you hear me?

Yes. Have you seen Javier?

- Yes. He's very big and he's great. - Goodbye, Dad.

- I'll bring him next time. - You will? Really?

Yes, really.

'Bye, Papa.

Is Santiago in?

He says he doesn't want to see you. I'm sorry.

Santiago.

I...

- Hello. - Hello.

- Laura and Amelia Garayoa? - Yes.

Please.

Juan and Armando Garayoa.

Your fathers?

Businessmen?

Juan, my father, is.

Garayoa Textiles. Her father is a lawyer.

A business lawyer.

- From the Salamanca district, no? - Yes.

Sentenced to how many years?

- To death. - Both of them?

They requested a pardon...

and were denied, of course.

Alright, the procedure is simple.

It means getting the military prosecutor to review the case

and take the pardon request for your fathers to court.

When the prosecutor requests it, the military court usually grants it.

But to get the prosecutor to look over the case,

there is some processing to be done that, of course,

- entails some cost. - Of course.

The civil servants have to be paid,

some donation will have to be made.

The prosecutor will also want his part.

And there's this office's commission.

It'll be... 50,000 pesetas.

50,000 pesetas?

Each.

I know it's a considerable sum, but...

But... we don't have that money.

You have three days to get it. Until then I can't do anything.

Three days. And hurry, the prison's very full.

Prisoners keep coming in...

and they have to make space.

When you get the money, no need for both of you to come.

Thank you.

We'll sell my parents' house.

No, not your parents' house.

A house isn't sold in three days.

We can sell this.

- I have this. - No.

Yes.

We won't make it with this.

- Do you have house keys? - I think so, no?

- Yes. - What are you going to do?

I'm sure I can find something there that we can sell or... whatever.

- Is Edurne in? - Yes.

Where can I make an international call near here?

- Will you do the kitchen and bedrooms? - Sure.

I'll look here.

Thanks.

This was in the kitchen, but it's not a pair. I don't know if...

And this salt shaker, I think it's silver.

What's wrong?

Do you remember how lovely...

and easy life was before?

I missed you so much.

You don't need to sell anything.

I got the money.

How?

- I spoke to my father. - Your father?

Yes.

The bank draft will arrive tomorrow.

Thank you.

You know I can't give you back the money, don't you?

Don't worry,

I'll pay for it.

It's a great time for journalists,

and if all goes well in Berlin,

they're talking about offering me

a reporter job in New York.

That's great news, no?

Yes.

Thank you.

- Your father is next, Laura. - No, Mum.

- Your father is next. - No.

Auntie... Auntie, no. No.

It'll be alright.

I know, I know.

Amelia.

They didn't even let us see the body.

I know.

I know.

- Hello. - Hello.

I found out about your father. Believe me,

- I'm very sorry. - Thank you.

Now the main thing is to save your uncle.

- Yes. - Armando, wasn't it?

Armando Garayoa.

Have you brought the money?

Of course.

Is everything alright?

Yes, it appears to be.

When do you think we'll know?

Well, know for sure...

It's actually not that easy.

- But I've paid you. - Yes.

But there's my part.

- Thank you. - How is it going?

That's it,

my last report.

Let's see...

You're not convinced?

I'm going to miss reading your reports.

- Then come with me. - Yes, to Berlin...

- Sure. - And what do I do in Berlin?

Well,

read my reports.

And you could help me.

You speak German, I don't speak a word of it.

Being Spanish, you could open doors for me.

Are you serious?

Yes.

What were you going to do here?

It's not your place anymore, it's not your country.

You're a fighter, Amelia,

and the fight is over here.

Now the fight is elsewhere.

No, Albert, I can't run away again.

It's not running away.

Running away would be staying here.

Besides, what's the alternative?

If you stay here,

you'll wither until you become a shadow of yourself.