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Hello, Wang.

Thanks. Everything ok?

What a nice Chinese man. Miss Congeniality.
Love working like this.

What’s up, Julito?

Good morning, Lidia. How are you?

Good morning.

Juli. My name is Juli, in Catalan.

Ok, Juli, fine.

Let me see.

Got you more caprese this time.

And the soy ones? You promised
you would bring some soy ones.

Are you also making tofu butifarra?

Yesterday a German guy asked
for a Vegan pastries.

Disgusting!

I’ll bring you some next time.

You’re not giving them to the
Chinese guy, are you?

Are you cheating me
with the Rising Sun son?

Wan is Chinese, not Japanese.

So?

The Rising Sun is Jap... Never mind.

Never mind.

Vegan pastry.

Vegan pastry. It’s the future.

I shit on the future, Julito.

NOTIFICATION

Hi, honey. What time is it?
I’m coming.

No, I’m coming.

Jesus.

It’s terrible.

No, it’s beautiful. And it has
face like a person.

It’s crappy.

But I love it. It’s very soft. Hi, mom!

- Sorry.
- Finally.

Sorry.

Hi, Lidia.

A fair. Cool, right?

Yeah, nice plan, a fair, cool.

She hates them, but I love them.

I spent a fortune when she was a kid.
How I paid your college is a mystery.

Alright.
Can you get me that thing or not?

Your daughter wants that big bear.

- Which one?
- That one.

What if it’s a craving?
What if the kid is born with four arms?

Cravings are for food, not...

Maybe she wants to eat the bear, right.

Come on, please...

- Ok, let’s do it. Are you in?
- No, no.

- Yes
- Do it. So we have two chances.

- No.
- Think of your grandchild.

You can’t be worse than me.

Do it for your grandchild
and his poor arms.

Red one for me.

- Let’s do it.
- Let’s get the bear.

Fuck.

Take that!

Fuck!

Yes! Fuck. Yes! Three. Three’s ok, right?

No hits.

No hits, really. That’s too bad.
Look at this.

Better than nothing.

You get the small version.

Churros! Want one filled with chocolate.

- All day like this.
- All day long.

- Al day long.
- Let’s get churros.

You fickle.
I forgot my wallet, gonna get it.

Order some porras for me, be right back.

I’m trying again. Let’s see.

How many hits to get the big bear?

- Five red balls.
- Five red balls.

Fine.

Give me the bear. Thanks, cutie.

They’re yummy. No.

- Come on!
- Damn!

How did you get it?

I told him about my pregnant daughter
and he sold it. Easy as pie.

Thanks. And thanks for not humiliated
my husband with the gunshot.

Where are my porras?

No porras, just churros.

Ok, then. Where are they? Yummy!

Food will be ready in 15.

Pastries, yes. Love your pastries.
The tomato and basil.

Caprese. Yes.

I’ll make some tea. Anybody?

No, I’m having one of mines.

I’ll have one of yours too.

How can you drink that?
You’re giving me even more heartburn.

Have some warm milk, that's good for
heartburn. Warm milk before bed.

Mom, tell Jordi stop calling me, please.

You won’t speak to your ex, ok,
but I will not be his shoulder to cry on.

Dumbass. I told him not to call me
like 20 times. Enough.

Look at you, Lidia, like a teenager.

I know what you’re doing,
you’re both coming at me.

Can I ask you something? Why are you naming
my grandson that terrible thing?

Sounds like a car part.
Poor little angel, naming him Biel.

What is it? A blown “biela”?
Blown “biela” Puig Medina.

Isn’t that beautiful.
Why not carburetor or shock.

Biel was my great grandparent’s name,
he played for Barça.

Exactly, if at least he played
for Real Madrid, but Barça.

I saw you doing that. I saw you.

Biela is good for an old man, Biel, sorry,
but for a poor little baby.

Mom, stop pissing off with my kid’s name.

He’s our kid! And we’ll name him
as we please.

But it wasn’t your idea.
It’s yours, Juanito, all yours.

Don’t call me Juanito.

I’ll call you what I want, I’ll call you
Juanito with a j, or whatever.

Or better Joanic, like the tube stop.

Yeah, right.

I`m kidding. You’re gonna be
a great dad. I love you.

Love you too.

What about the new family member.

You know what, you can name him
if you want, it’s up to you.

Good idea, if you’re naming him Pep,
I’ll name him Leo.

- Leo, Lionel, right?
- Lionel.

Fuck, we all have a past, right, mom in law?
How old was Vale here?

That picture. She was about 5.
I’m terrible with costumes.

I see.

Supposed to be an ant.
She looks like a Teletubby.

She still looks the same,
except for the ears.

Jesus. Can I have it?

If you want a divorce, it’s all yours.

She hates it. I put it up,
she took it off, time after time.

A neighbour brought it
after finding it in the trash bin.

Damn it. I didn’t know
you were starting a riot.

Been here a million times
and never saw this literature before.

Literature, bullshit.
That’s shit from my past.

Did you study this?

No, just young, fool and curious,
it was another world.

Another time. It’s useless now, put it down.

Weren't you curious as a student?

Just enough to buy MicroHobby
mag for my videogames,

that’s all my military training.

Mom, what is this?

Garbage.

But you’re summoned to testify
in the trial for my dad’s disappearance.

That was 40 years ago,
now they’re going to court, please.

Read... out loud.

- I know what it says.
- Read it!

Due to the disclosure
of the military dictatorship’s files,

this court has had access
to relevant information about

the kidnapping and subsequent disappearance
of the citizen Oscar Albert Medina.

Oscar.

... in March 28th, 1978.

Due to your acquaintance with the victim,

Honorable Judge Lagarra
summons you as a witness.

Mom, why was this in the garbage?
Are you going?

That’s not what I meant.
You are going!

I wasn’t there, have nothing to say.

But I do. I have the right to know
what happened to my dad.

You know what?
I already told you everything.

I hide nothing from you, Valeria.

But there are still things to know.

Your dad was an honest man,
true to his beliefs,

to his wife, an irreproachable man, period.

Here it says there are some files.
Maybe...

A true revolutionary,
that’s why they killed him.

That is all you need
to know and it’s enough.

No, there’s more, that’s what they’re
saying. Things we ignore.

I want my real dad, not the one
I draw in school, remember?

I used to draw my family, my mom,
her current boyfriend and,

up in the sky, on a cloud, my dad.

This is my now dad, and that’s the real one
looking after me from heaven.

Fucking sentence. It’s burned in my mind!

I was tiny in your drawings.

What?

Shorty while all the rest great giants.

I was just a kid.

Pay attention,
you’re that small to your kid,

you’re fucked, that’s what shrinks say.

That’s not really like that.

our jokes won’t save you now.
You and your contradictions!

The barricade Trotskyist with a rotten ego
who believes in heaven!

No, fuck heaven!
I don’t believe in that shit.

And you're so ungrateful,
so ingrate, treating

your mom like that after all I’ve done.
We’re not talking about gratitude,

we’re talking about my right to know,
I’ll go then.

- Wait. What?
- Where are you going?

Argentina.

Valeria, please, you’re like a balloon,
stop fucking around.

If I can’t go now, you will, you owe me.

When was the last time you went there?

Quite a while.

Quite a while! 20 years at least!

You went there for grandma’s death
and never came back.

And I'm not going back,
I don't have 1.500 for the plane.

Don’t want no debt and I don’t want
to get on a plane for 13 hours,

the fuck I’m going to Argentina. Forget it!

Alright, if this is about money, don't
worry, I'll lend it to you.

Sure, you pay my rent, my insurance,
the plane, you pay everything,

but I’m the mom and you’re the daughter.

I can't go just like that,
I have things to do.

What things? You’re retired, mom.

I let you do the pastry thing because you
like it and it makes you walk a little.

What if we find something there?

I lost nothing in Argentina.

Lucky you, I lost a father.

What’s in here? Stones?

- Let me take it.
- No, I can do it. Phone, Vale?

You’re so nervous.

Here.

The trip started well,
I have found a parking place at the door

and that’s impossible in Barcelona,
a miracle.

A miracle is me going back to Argentina,
that’s a miracle.

Take care of the baby. And
don't you dare getting out till I'm back.

Honey, I’ll be here when you need me,
don’t worry, don’t be afraid. Fine.

Let’s go, there might be traffic.

What time is the plane leaving?

- I don’t know.
- What?

You should know.

There it is. I’m such a fool.
Thank goodness.

You appear as a witness in lawsuit 54789/17,

illegal arrest and subsequent disappearance
of citizen Oscar Alberto Medina.

You are Lidia María Muñoz Molina.
ID 13.345.876,

legal address Industria Street 124,
Barcelona, Spain. Is this correct?

As you know, the lawsuit starts with
the report made

by Oscar Medina’s brother,
Lautaro Medina,

only relative alive, for the disappearance
during the years of state terrorism

in our country. What was your
relationship with Mr. Oscar Medina?

He was my boyfriend.

Did you live together at the apartment
in Bulnes Street 1341, 3rd B,

where he was kidnapped
the night of March, 28th 1978?

Yes.

Were you both politically active?

Yes.

The night of the kidnapping, you were at
work, on call at the Children's Hospital.

Yes.

Do you remember if Oscar was contacted
before? Was he threated or coerced?

I don’t think so.

There was something...

What is it?

A little fire in Oscar’s practice
a few days prior

to his disappearance, but
we downplayed it.

A heater burnt some rugs. Later I found
out other doctors had similar experiences.

Don’t know if this was meant
to scare or intimidate them.

Did you report it?

No, we went on our normal life,
if you can call that normal.

According to the records,
Oscar was arrested for subversive actions.

Here it says he was armed and opened fire
against...

That’s a lie! Oscar wasn’t a fighter,

he just mobilized people in the hoods.

Was he against the dictatorship?
Yes, of course.

Did he visited the Universities?
Indeed.

But all he meant was withstanding the hit,

so what you’re saying is a lie,
let’s be clear about it.

Calm down.
We do not want to incriminate the victim.

We just want to determine what happened,
discover the details of the kidnapping.

I don’t know the details.
I just know he was kept at ESMA.

And that same night, someone
tried to kidnapped you at the hospital?

I’m sorry you have to relive
the whole situation, but

I need you to speak out loud. Your answers
are being recorded and for

of procedural means it is important
to have your testimony in both formats.

Oscar was taken around 11, 12,
and they came for me early morning.

Can you tell in full detail
what you recall of the kidnapping attempt?

I was ending my obstetrics shift at the
hospital where I was doing my residency.

I was walking when two guys appeared.

Can’t leave now, I’m on duty,
let me find another doctor.

Are you Eva? Dr. Eva?

They want to take me away!

What is this mess?
We’re on obstetrics duty.

There are six women in labor here.

We must take her with us for
subversive activities.

Show me your order.

She’s coming with us, I say.
You obey and open the door.

She’s Dr. Eva Latica.

Her name is Lidia. Lidia Muñoz.
Lidia, your ID, please.

Give me.

See? Lidia Muñoz, no Eva. I know her,
she’s doing her obstetrics residency and

she’s my student. She’s not into politics,
she knows nothing about politics.

Poor guy. He knew nothing about my
activities, nor that I used the name

Eva for my own security.
As a war name.

No, it wasn’t a war name.
A security name.

To have a war name, you must be at war,
and that wasn’t a war.

What happened then?

It’s all just flashes. I can’t remember.
Self-defense, I guess. I was so scared!

How did you leave the hospital?

Please.

Gloria, I have nothing to do with it.

Don’t tell me anything.
I don’t know if you’re Eva or Lidia or shit.

The less you say, the better.
Take off your robe!

Get inside.

Stop fucking around, Espósito.
You can’t make this mess at the hospital.

I know you, Tordo. We have our reasons
to be on the move.

If she has nothing to hide, why she runs.

A girl alone at 4 AM and these two guys
go at her. Wouldn’t you run?

Hide under the sheets.
Keep your fucking head down.

Don’t move until I say so.

Get out, damn it.

You got the wrong girl.

What if she finds out what we’re doing.

You’re positive he said Espósito.

Excuse me.

Did Pereira say that name, Espósito?

I think so.

What happened then?

I hid at Gloria’s for a week, ten days.

Didn’t go out, kept away from the windows.
Gloria was a Peronist, belonged to a union.

She contacted some comrades
and they helped me leave the country.

How did you leave the country?

Fake passport through the Brazilian border.

Those men who said they were
the federal policemen, you know their names?

They never said their names.

Could you recognize them
looking at some pictures?

I don’t think so, it was so many years ago.

But the one who asked my name,

his face is burnt in my mind.

This is him.

His name is Juan Martín Prieto,
alias Hamelin.

He was not a policeman,
he was a Navy intel officer.

Your case and Mr. Medina’s weren’t
a Police matter, they were Navy.

Mrs., are you willing to testify
in the upcoming oral trial?

Yes, of course.

Furthermore, I have the
obligation to inform you

that you have the right to
ask for your own file.

I don’t understand.

You are a victim of State terrorism.

As a result of your kidnapping attempt,
you were forced to leave the country

with real threat for you
and your family.

You have the right to take
legal action and ask

for the corresponding financial
compensation.

Never thought of that.
I don’t feel like a victim.

I’m here, I exiled, I survived.

Whereas Oscar, my comrades...

You are a victim in the eyes of the law
and, as such, you have your rights.

My duty is informing you,
but the decision is only yours.

You can collect in three days.
Thank you for your statement.

Nothing has changed.
Everything looks the same, right?

It’s all the same, the same pictures.

Thanks.

Thank you. Valeria?

She looks just beautiful, beautiful.

You wouldn’t believe her belly,
it’s gigantic.

How are you feeling
about becoming a grandma?

I’m happy. She took her time, though.

In Europe, women don’t want to have kids.

When we were young,
we wanted kids quickly.

Stop fucking around.

You look just the same,
haven’t change at all.

- Is that a joke?
- No.

Bullshit, look at me,
I have not used lotion in 30 years.

Look at my hair. I don’t take
care of myself.

I eat like shit, I never work out,
don’t move a finger.

I’m a mess. High cholesterol,
hypertension, 3 pills a day. What a mess.

But your sense of humor,
your irony, still there.

What about you?

Fine. Look at me.
Still a good-looking guy.

I’m fine. I’m lonely,
but I keep myself good company.

A fling occasionally. Fine.

Your kids?

Awesome. Little Martin, he’s been married
with the same woman for 16 years.

Julieta is fine. Sentimentally fine.

For now. Steady,
as she always says. Steady.

Steady for now. Just like you.

She has her little love issues.

So, does Peronism still feed you?

You’re rough. I’m a city councilman,

I work for the city council.
Got two more years ahead of me.

Becoming a Peronist suited you well.

You’re so harsh.

Let’s not talk about politics,
we’ll have plenty of time for that.

How long are you staying?

My plane leaves in 15 days.
But I need to see my file.

The judge told me I could,
so maybe I stay a little longer.

So?

Don’t know, I hesitate.

I told him I would,
but I don’t know if I want to.

He might want you to.

He told me I could take legal action;
I was entitled for some retribution money

for the attempted kidnapping, the exile.

What would I ask this country at this point?
Better let it be.

I went to court.

Yes.

But they fucked you up.
How long were you in prison?

Twice in the pit. Six years in Devoto.

I could run away thanks to you, but...

- You were lucky.
- So were you.

I had a father who was
friends with a brigadier,

that’s why they took me to Devoto.
But you, they would have killed you.

This is how I see it,

the government has to compensate
for pursuing you, for trying to kill you.

I’ll think about it.

We all needed some time to decide.

Changing the subject, roast next Saturday.

Roast next Saturday, yes.

Don’t fuck me up, Jorge.
Take the ticket and leave for the station.

Can’t leave just like that.
I need to warn Meri.

Fucking listen to me!
Your place is not safe.

We’re all stampeding.

Precisely, I won’t leave
her on her own there.

Your comrades are taking her now.

Come on, I walk you to the station.

You’re sure they’re going for her, right?

I am. Let’s go.

Ok.

Sergio left you a bag with clothes
and a passport at his dad’s shop.

Let’s go!

He said it was hidden down there.

Here it is.

Let’s go.

No. I’m going on my own.

If anything happens to me,
better just one than the both of us.

And in your condition.
Did you tell Oscar?

No. You told Meri?

We both said it was just
the heat of the moment.

It was an amazing night.
I had a blast with you.

Me too.

We agreed not to fall in love,
seems we failed that part.

You better leave.

Calm down, everything’s gonna be fine.

Everything fine?

Everything alright. Exhausted.
Talk tomorrow

Ok, good night.

Good night.

What an idiot. I should have
bought some chips.

Isn’t that too much meat just for two?

I have a good appetite.

Are you waiting for someone?

Surprise.

Look what he's done, what a mess.
He doesn't know how to roast.

I told you she was butting in there.

Don’t be so rude, please!

If you don’t recognize me, just pretend!

Isabelita in the flesh.

Isabel. Isabelita my ass.

Isa! How are you?

Old. You look the same.

It’s been 40 years!

Yes, about.

We should capture the moment.

No, enough with the cell phone
and the shitty pics.

Who’s talking about cell phones
and shitty pics?

Nothing more old bag than that.

Check this wine, Isabelita, Isabel.

Look. Syrah Malbec.
A great one. Let’s enjoy it.

No, we weren’t irresponsible. No.

We believed in an idea
and were willing to fight for it.

And was it worth?

But, of course,
don’t you remember our joy?

We were convinced we were
creating a new world,

a new man.

Isabel, we were defeated. Isabel.

Don’t give me the 90’s speech
of a defeated leftist.

No, the revolution is still on,
the fight continues.

The only fight that is lost
is the one you leave.

You never evolved, Isabel.

You’re clung to the past, yes,
you’re just clung to the past

What about you?

How do you call what you did?
An upgrade.

No, moron, what’s wrong?
What you did was a summersault.

From a barricade Tostkyst
to a city councilman.

When money rules, ideals obey!

Did they mess us up?

Did they militarily fucked us up? No doubt.

Ideologically? Never.

Some of us are still fighting
while others won’t.

They sold out and now they
won’t move a finger.

We don’t have the authority
to take that decision.

We took it the day we captured him.

That son of a bitch in there is guilty
of betraying his workers

just for fighting for their rights.

He oppressed his workers,
bled them as the leech he is,

and enriching himself thanks to the means
of productions he controls.

Isa, you’re sure they want this?

It’s an order and we must
apply the sentence.

You ok?

I can do it if you want.

They ordered me to do it.

Let me go!

The people’s tribunal finds you guilty

and sentence you to
an immediate death penalty.

Win or die.

Please, don’t! You’re crazy! Don’t kill
me! My daughters, my wife! Please!

Breathe, you’re trained for this.

Please! Don’t!

How are Jorge and Meri doing?

We haven’t heard from them in ages.

They were running some cabins in la Rioja.

- Yes.
- Why?

Just thought of them.

I have a present for you.

You do? Fine.

What is it? Suspense.

Rosa de Luxemburgo.
Done with her.

The eternaut. This one.
I checked the last edition.

I also got a present for you.

You do? Let’s see.

Rosalía!

You had it, for fuck sake.

I cleaned up your house.

I kept it in the attic all these years.

Rosalía!

Oscar gave it to me for our three
months anniversary.

I named her Rosalía after Rosa Luxemburgo.

Rosalía was her real name, how fool of me.

That’s sweet.

Oscar and I used to put her
in the balcony if there was any danger,

so we wouldn’t go back home.

It was a signal.

Did you have any signal?

Mom used to put a shovel by the door.

The number of times that might
have saved your life.

You’re staying for dinner.

No, I don’t want to abuse.

Have another drink then.

Ok. Another gin & tonic.

Why don’t you answer?

Since you left, I haven’t heard from you.

Good morning, kiddo.

Good morning to you. How are you?

I was worried something happened.

What would it happen?

I don’t know. You’re in Buenos Aires,
not in a Norwegian spa.

It’s a massive city, and dangerous.

I was born here.
I know Buenos Aires inside and out.

What would it happen? What a mess!
You’re cooking pastry.

Someone had to take care of the orders.
I’m doing tofu.

Thanks, but you must calm down,
you’re restless.

hat’s not good for the pregnancy,
you’re almost due.

You must calm down. That’s not good for you.

If only my mom behaved as a normal one,
maybe I wouldn’t be so restless.

And your grandkid won’t stop
kicking me all day long.

Maybe you’re right. I should have called,

but I’ve been so busy with the statement
and meeting again my friends.

I forgot.

You smiled.

What?

Yes, you did. When you said
meeting again you smiled.

No, I didn’t.

Yes. Now I know why you didn’t call.
Did you have sex?

The things you say, Valeria.
I’m your mom.

Damn it! You had sex!

Intense, mom,
I’m freaking out!

Shut up, I did not, you’re crazy.

So, you’re going to testify
and throw a racy party.

I love you so much.

But I did not throw a racy party.
Stop talking nonsense.

Please. Don’t you want to know how it went?

Yes.

The statement went well. It was very hard.

But I’m happy I came here and did it.

So, thanks for that.

Did they tell you anything else?

I asked for a copy of my own file.

The judge told me I could go
to court if I wanted to.

I could get a compensation
for the kidnapping,

the exile and all. But I don’t know...

Are you going to court?

I don’t think money makes up for anything.

Yes, I agree.

Well, thanks.

You’re the first one to tell me that.

Everyone tells me to go to court,
that I deserve the money.

You know I could do some extra cash.
But I don’t know.

What would my dad have done?

Who knows. I like to think he would
have done the same thing.

You seem fine.
I haven’t heard a complaint so far.

Nor that the city is dirty or very noisy.

Or that you’re missing Barcelona.

When you’re in Barcelona, you miss it there.

And when you’re there, you miss it here.

But I miss you, I miss you and your belly,

my Bielita, my home, my stuff.

But I’m thinking of staying a while longer.

But, no, no. I’m coming back.

I’ll be there for the baby.
I won’t fail you;

I’ll be right next to you as I should.

Ok.

I’m out now, gotta go to court.

I really feel like a bad mom now,

I didn’t ask about you, I’m the worst.

The worst indeed. I’m fine, I’m ok.

Eating more and more,
Joan tells me off as usual.

Bye, I love you.

Me too.
Use protection. Bye.

I’m looking for Lidia Muñoz’s file.

Sign here, please.

Can I borrow a pen?

Thank you very much.

It’s good you asked for your file.

When I was arrested,
a lot of comrades confirm it.

That’s when I found that there was a mole.

They forced him to show them
where we all lived.

Jorge was the only one who knew
where we all lived.

And you did not tell me.

What would you have done?

Knowing.

I’ve been wanting to know for 40 years.

I’ve been racking my brain for 40 years
asking myself why.

But you knew that, because of what we did,

this could happen.

What right do you have to hide
information about my life?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

How many times did I ask you about Oscar
and you said nothing?

I thought it was not necessary.

Who the fuck gives you the power
to decide for us?

I was responsible for all of you.

We were friends.

Were we?

You knew Jorge had to be cut off
and eliminated.

No.

You knew. And what did you do?

Gave him a ticket to leave.

You’re responsible for that.

I want to see him.

I have to see him.

And what are you going to do,
hold a people’s trial?

Jorge owns me an explanation.

How did you know I was here?

You’re here every night.

Does Oscar know you’re here?

No. Meri?

No.

Guess she doesn’t know you’re here either.

Here. There’s a little bit of everything.

I don’t know if you’re travelling
to hot or cold land.

I don’t want to know.

Thank you.

You are not on any list.

I don’t think you’re gonna
have trouble crossing the border.

I don’t know about renewing
you passport. I wouldn’t do it.

I’m not asking around about Oscar.
His arrest is too recent.

This is the only thing I’m doing for you.

Forget about us. Mom, me, my wife,
your nephews. Alright?

I’m not going to allow you
or your boyfriend’s nonsense

to put me or my family in danger.

You think this is all my fault?

Who else?

Smoking’s not good in your condition.

You’re almost a doctor,
you should know better.

Aguirre!

Aguirre, you look so different.

I’m leaving for la Rioja.

When I was young,
I thought you were a total jerk,

but I always had to admit
you had some balls.

Are you helping me or not?

What a gem you are.

When you slept with Jorge
you fucked up both

your boyfriend and your best friend.

Don’t lecture me, Isa.

Neither of us have a spot in heaven.

Where does Jorge live?

I don’t know where Jorge lives.

And I don’t believe in heaven.

Do you believe in loyalty?

Do you remember what you said
about traitors?

What should we do with them?

I need a favor.

Good morning.

Good morning, how can I help you?

I’m looking for some friends
who run some cabins around here.

Can you help me if I tell you their names?

Yes, tell me.

Jorge Ramos
and María de los Ángeles Bidar.

Nothing comes up. Bidar with a b?

Yes, with a b.

No. Are you sure they run a hotel?

- Cabins.
- Nothing comes up.

Avenida Hotel?

Pass the roundabout,

go straight for five blocks
and it’s on your right.

Thank you very much.

You’re welcome.
Have a nice day.

Likewise.

- Good morning.
- Hello.

I’m looking for some friends

who run some cabins
and I cannot find them.

Did you ask at the tourist office?

Yes, they’re not registered.

I’m quite new here, but I know the keep
a register at the City Council.

You can ask there.

If some company is running
the cabins, it may be difficult.

Wait, I’m giving you the number
for the Hotel Society.

They’ll give you more information.

Ask for Saturnino,
tell him Paula Rigid sends you.

Saturnino. Thank you, Paula.

You are welcome.

I’m sorry, ma'am,
I got nothing.

Are you spelling Jorge Ramos correctly?

Yes, I am. Are you sure, ma'am?

Of course, I’m sure.

There’s no Ramos in the system.

María de los Ángeles Bidar.

Neither of them, ma’am.

Bidar with a b.

I know, neither of them.

Do you keep another register?

This is our only system, ma’am. Sorry.

You already said that,
the only system you use.

If they’re not in the system,
they’re not anywhere.

Excuse me, but there’s a line.

But I came all the way from Buenos Aires.

Sorry. That is all I can do.
I don’t have anything else.

A broken record.

Thanks.

You have reached La Rioja Hotel Society.

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Good afternoon.

Hello.

Paula Rigid from Hotel Avenida
sent me here.

I’m looking for Mr. Saturnino.

That’s me.

How are you? My name is Lidia.

I’m staying at the hotel.

I came from Spain,
I’m looking for some good old friends

of mine and I want to surprise them.

I know they run some cabins,

but I don’t know the name
and don’t have a clue

where could they be.

That girl said you could help. Could you?

You should have phoned.

I did. The machine answered three times.

Weird, it didn’t ring.

Aren’t you going to answer that?

It’s not important.
What was that name again?

- Jorge Ramos.
- Excuse me.

My friends with the cabins,
his name is Jorge Ramos.

Ramos. That doesn’t ring a bell.

And she is called María
de los Ángeles Bidar.

Neither.

Meri Bidar.

No. Are you sure they live here?

Yes.

No, they don’t sound familiar.
Sorry, but no.

Why don’t you look it up in the computer.

Maybe there’s a register.

My brain is the computer.

It’s much better than that thing.

If they don’t sound familiar,
they’re not here.

Do you know anyone who can help me?

Not really, no.

Ok, here’s what we’re doing, Saturnino.

If something comes up,
this is my phone number.

Call me, anything. Here.

Ok?

Thank you.

Bye.

Come here.

I’m having some ribs and some
nice French fries, and a mixed salad.

A bottle of natural water.

Ok

No, Wait. Forget the water,

I’m having some house wine. Is it good?

Everybody drinks it here.

Treat me as a local,
not a tourist, I need that.

Don’t worry, ma’am, you’re having
what I give to my granny.

Let’s see.

It’s good.

See? And I treated you
as if you were a local,

tourists get way less.
I’ll be back with your ribs.

Pup up the volume, please.

My granny also enjoys to watch TV
while having dinner.

Idiot.

A man can change everything.

His face, his house, his family,
his girlfriend. His religion.

His God.

But there’s something he will never change.

He will never change his passion.

Put it to go.

Motherfuckers.

Idiots!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Do you know a member
called Jorge Ramos?

Jorge Ramos, no, I don’t.

Where’s the pool?

There, just go left.

- Can I go in?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- You’re welcome.

IT’S HARD TO DEFET SOMEONE
WHO NEVER GIVES UP

Room 305.

Thank you.

Ma’am, that boy is waiting for you.

- There.
- Thank you.

Hello.

Are you Lidia?

Are you looking for me?

Here. This is from Isabel.

She said you would pay me.

4.000 pesos.

- Here, a tip for you.
- Thanks.

Excuse me. Coming.

I was just making myself some tea.

Hello, Meri.

Lidia!

What are you doing here?

I mean, what a surprise!
After all these years.

40 years. Got a room for an old comrade?

We’re not fully operative right now,

we’re remodeling.

But if you don’t mind about that,
we have rooms.

Here. I’m giving you the
biggest one, number 6.

Don’t worry, I’ll give you a 30% discount
because you’re a friend.

You’re paying with pesos or dollars?

- Euros.
- Euros, of course.

Let me see.

It’s 65 a night.

How many nights?

Two, I must come back to Barcelona.

Right,

give me your ID or your passport.

Credit card.

Alright.

Sign here, please.

I’ll walk you to the cabin.

- Fine.
- Let’s go.

No, wake up, everything’s fine.

It’s ok, my love. It’s ok.

Don’t worry. I’m here. Everything’s ok.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I brought you some mate.

How long since you had one?

You can buy it in Barcelona,
I have it all the time.

I’m more of a coffee person. Sorry.

They don’t sell one like this one, for sure.

Brioches, what a treat. Yummy! Thanks.

Jorge arranged with the baker next door;

he delivers first thing in the morning.

Did you sleep well?

Great.

Where’s Jorge?

He went for groceries. Laundry after that.

I was hoping to see him.

I was just thinking.

You changed your life,
your names, everything!

You’re done with medicine?

No. We left more than 10 years ago.

Coming here was a good decision.

Leaving Buenos Aires was good for us.

We’re better off here.

What about you?

Still at Barcelona. Never practiced
because they didn’t validate me.

I did what I could to make a living.

I’m retired now.

Lacking some paperwork, but retired.

I’m going to be a granny.

What was your kid’s name?
Virginia?

Valeria.

The baby, a boy, a girl?

A boy.

A boy, nice. When is she due?

In three weeks.

But it’s her first, so maybe sooner.

And she’s so restless,
it’s funny the baby’s not already here.

And the name?

A weird one, Catalan. Biel.

That’s nice. Meaning?

It sounds like a spare part to me.

Like a car part.

Brutish! It’s a nice name.

But you were always sort of...

Sort of?

A little brutish, you see.

I wouldn’t say brutish.
I have my temper, my personality,

I always speak my mind. You know me.

I’m still the same.

Valeria’s like me, when we fight,
all hell breaks loose.

You got a picture?

Yes.

Do you think she’s fit to be a mom?

The best one.

I think she started preparing
for motherhood since she was like five.

She just loves babies. Like you.

You used to love babies.

It’s weird having a kid that
doesn’t speak your language.

Valeria speaks Catalan.

She speaks Spanish with a Spanish accent.

But she’s so Argentinian, poor thing.

Why poor thing?

Just because, because she overthinks it all,

always the drama, the tango.

I wish she had not gotten all
that from me, those terrible things.

Didn’t you pick up any Catalan,
or the accent?

I say “vale” all the time.

I don’t speak Catalan,
but I understand it all.

After all this time,
you don’t speak Catalan.

I can if I want to,

But...

with a strong Argentinian accent
and they laugh at me,

I feel embarrassed.

Funny.

You were always so confident,
so perfectionist.

It’s weird you are not a Catalan expert.

That’s what living
in another country does to you.

Another culture.

Another people.

I live in Barcelona, I feel Catalonian,
but I’m Argentinian.

I’m neither from here not there.

But you lived longer in Barcelona
than in Argentina.

It’s something emotional.

It’s a feeling.

Valeria says is ontological.

What an idiot, just a sip of mate and
begin to talk non-stop like 40 years ago.

Let’s go for a walk.

I can’t, got a busy day,
procedures and all, just can’t.

What about lunch?

Give Jorge’s phone. I’ll call him
and arrange it all. Leave it to me.

No, Jorge is very busy,
he’ll be back late.

We’ll do it tomorrow, ok?

Ok.

But you go, go for a walk, have fun.

Can I take one of these?

Yes.

Son of a bitch,
what the fuck.

Mrs. Lidia, how are you?

What are you doing, Sergio?

Why did you give me the giraffe? Sergio?

Sergio?

It was lovely seeing you again.

Glad you came to say goodbye.

Good luck, Lidia.

Let me help you with that.

No, thanks, I’m used to it.

Want to have a slice of pizza or a beer?

Forget about cooking.

No, thanks, pizza gives me heartburn.

Jorge’s not here,

I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted.

He’s not here.

He had to stay in Chile. What a fuck up.

He said he won’t be able to see you.

But he was looking forward to it.

What is it?

Let’s have some wine.

No, no. Tomorrow.

Just like the old days. Get some glasses.

Two?

Sure, Jorge went to Chile.

Alas! I wanted the two of you together.

Never mind.
We’ll do it again tomorrow.

Jorge will be back late.

When’s your flight?

Maybe I’ll stay a little longer.

But you flight to Spain.

One day more, one day less.

How long has it been since I last came here?

I may not ever come back again.

And I’d love to see all my comrades.

See them and surprise them.

Yes.

And I wouldn’t want to miss Jorge.

I’ll stay as long as it takes.

Do you like it?

It’s going to be difficult.

I don’t think you’ll two meet.

I always felt so close to Jorge.

You were my friend,
but I admired him so much.

I know,

and one day you woke up,

40 years later and you thought

let’s go see Jorge and Meri.

What happened? What got you?

A mistic revelation?

What do you want, Lidia?

I came to testify about Oscar disappearance.

That’s what you want.

I deserve an explanation.

You haven’t changed a bit.

Everything must be about you.

And you’ve always been envious of me.

First, for Oscar’s love,

and second, because I got pregnant.

This is what you want. See who hits harder.

I gave Jorge a chance

so you could both leave Buenos Aires.

If he had listened to me,
nothing would have happened to you.

Because Lidia had the power to stop

the dictatorship from
kidnapping and killing.

How long has it been
since you last heard yourself?

I have the right to know, Meri.

You chose living without knowing.

It's not our fault.

I was always honest.

Honest?

All you’ve done since you arrived was lying,

even about the stupid things.

What did you say when I asked
if you slept well?

Just great.
Didn’t you hear the screaming?

Since we were released,
Jorge has had nightmares.

It’s awful! They seem so real to him.

We lived in terror while kidnapped

and we live in terror now we’re free.

Then, the nightmares began to stop,

he had none in the last few years.

Then you came, and the
nightmares came back too.

What are you trying to say?

All these years we tried to live
with what happened to us,

with the choices we took.

Sometimes we feel better,
sometimes we don’t.

But you, Lidia, didn’t want
to know for 40 years.

I asked Sergio, he told me he knew nothing.

You were immature when you were young,

but now you’re 60.
You never wanted to know.

Don’t you hear what I say?

I always wanted to know
and you never told me.

Don’t fuck with me, Lidia!

You’re stubborn, you won’t take
a no for an answer,

you would move heaven
and earth to get what you want.

You didn’t want to know, admit it.

You chose that You know why?

Because knowing hurts. That’s why.

You’ve always been terrified of
pain, of suffering,

because deep down you’re a wuss.
Coward, chicken.

Oscar died without knowing
he was going to be a father.

I never told him.
Slept by his side and never told him.

I never saw him as a father.

And then he vanished,
and all I cared was not getting hurt.

I hate myself for that,

I was scared something could happen to me,

I did not care about him. I was wrong.

We were wrong,
Oscar never held a gun,

we forced him to and took away
from him the joy of talking to the people,

in the villages, in the universities,
telling everyone not to surrender,

to fight for what they wanted.

Isn’t it ironic, Meri?

The only one who wasn’t wrong
is the one who’s dead.

And I feel sorry, Lidia,

but there’s nothing Jorge and I can do.

Jorge owns me an explanation.

Hate me,

hate us both.

Hate the fuck of us if that’s
going to make you feel better.

I don’t give a shit.

But you won’t see Jorge because I say so.

Get your stuff and leave,
you hear me. Leave.

Sure, you don’t want me here,

you don’t want me anywhere.

You want me to be a mystery,

you want me disappear.

No need, it’s on us.

Have a good trip,
I hope I won’t see you soon.

You’re old, but I know what
you’re capable of.

But you don’t know what I’m capable of.

How do I get to the airport?

Go straight,
then turn left in the beltway,

airport is 2 km away.

- Thank you.
- Be safe.

Yes, she’s gone. No, I’ll go.

I told Meri you wouldn’t stop.

I need you to explain me why.

Why what?

I surrender.

It’s that simple and horrible.

They forced me to watch while
they were torturing Meri.

When I closed my eyes or looked away,

they would shout to her,

your boyfriend gave you some
extra time and they kept hitting her.

They told me to cooperate
so Meri would suffer no more.

Did you see Oscar?

You framed him?

Why do you want to know now?
It’s been 40 years.

How did it happen?

He tried to run away,
they hit him hard in the head

with a gun’s butt and fell down the stairs.

That’s all I know.

Did you apologize to him?

They kept me in a car,
pointing a gun to my head.

They kept saying, If we miss him,

first we kill that whore
of your wife and after that we kill you.

Was it so difficult to sit down
with me and tell me this?

Was it so difficult to go on with
your life and leave us alone?

If I hadn’t come back home,
maybe Meri wouldn’t be here.

If you had not come back home,
maybe Oscar would be alive.

Maybe.

I saw leaving the hospital
with the nurse and jump on a car.

I saw you,

but never revealed your real name.

I should be grateful then.

You betrayed Oscar to save me.

You’re here.

Does she look like me?

A bit.

The hair, the eyes.

Does she know?

Oscar is Valeria’s dad.

Meri doesn’t know either.

I’m not so sure.

Alright.

You have what you wanted. Now what?

I don’t feel sorry for you.

I’m not asking for your sympathy.

I ask you,

now what?

I apologize.

From the bottom of my heart.

But I would do it again
to avoid your suffering

because you men the world to me.

You two are everything to me.

You’re going to be a mom
and then you’ll understand.

Moms would do anything

to keep their child happy,

even if it means ruining our lives,

as I did. I apologize.

I love you.