[gusting winds howling faintly]
[snow crunching under slow footsteps]
[low, somber music plays]
1939, THE NATIONALISTS WIN THE SPANISH CIVIL WAR.
THE SPANISH REPUBLICANS LIVING IN THE SOVIET UNION
BECOME STATELESS.
THEY ARE TRAINEE PILOTS, SAILORS IN TRANSIT,
EXILED CHILDREN OF WAR.
THE USSR TAKES IN THE REPUBLICANS, BUT WON'T LET THEM LEAVE.
THEY VISIT EMBASSIES. THEY TRY TO ESCAPE.
IN A CLIMATE OF WAR AND PARANOIA,
THEY ARE ACCUSED OF TREASON, CONDEMNED WITHOUT TRIAL…
AND SENT TO WORK CAMPS.
[somber music continues]
[horse neighs faintly]
WINTER 1941
KAZAKHSTAN
SPASSK-99 WORK CAMP
[floodlight clanks in distance]
[heavy, shuddering breathing]
- [muffled soundscape] - [indistinct shouting in distance]
[voices grow louder]
[women shrieking faintly]
- [guard 1 in Russian] To the right! Quick! - [guard 2] Come on! Hurry up!
- Women to the left! Men to the right! - [dogs barking]
I said quick! Come on!
- Quick, come on! - [guard 3] Hurry up!
- [women shrieking] - Get a move on!
[guard 2] Don't stop! Come on!
Come on! Move!
Don't stop! Come on!
- [woman screams] - [guard 2] Move!
- Women to the left! Men to the right! - [women shrieking]
Quick!
- [guard 3] Come on! - [guard 2] Come on! Hurry up!
Women to the left! Men to the right!
I said to hurry!
Come on!
Hurry up!
[indistinct shouting in distance]
[chain-link fence rattling]
[men shouting and laughing in distance]
- [prisoners shouting rambunctiously] - [fence rattles]
[dogs barking]
[body thuds]
- [gunshot] - [woman shrieks]
[barking intensifies]
[guard 2] Come on! Come on!
[guard 3] Get a move on!
- Let's go! - [gusting wind whistles]
Get over here! Get inside!
Get in single file! I said quick!
Take off your clothes! Take off your clothes!
Take off your clothes! Get back! Take off your clothes!
Take them off! Clothes off!
- [man 1] No! - [guard 4] Belongings on the table!
What do you have there? What do you have there?
Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!
Belongings on the table!
Clothes off!
Quickly! Don't look me in the eye!
- What don't you understand? Clothes off! - [men breathe shakily]
- Belongings on the table! Put that here! - [melancholy music plays]
Faster!
- [trembling breathing] - Take it all off!
- All of it! Everything on the table! - [man 2 coughing dryly]
[melancholy music continues]
[scissors snipping]
[wind gusting]
[guard 1] Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
[guard 2] Closer!
[breathing heavily]
[breath trembles]
[guard 1] Over here! Come on!
[guard 3] Number 289, Telmo Reyes.
[camera shutter clicks]
[guard 1] Let's go! Come on! Come on! Come on, faster!
[guard 3] Number 297, José Muñoz.
- [click] - [guard 1] Over here! Come on!
[wind howls eerily]
- [guard 3] Number 295, Julio Hermida. - [click]
[Hermida huffing]
- Number 290, Eladio Junqueras. - [click]
[splutters]
[guard 1] Come on! Come on!
[guard 3] Come on! Come on! Come on!
- Number 291, Mellín Palau. - [click]
[guard 1] Why are you still standing there? Come on!
[guard 4] Come on! Come on!
[gusting wind howling]
[prisoners shouting indistinctly nearby]
[chain-link fence rattles]
[whipping wind continues]
[man 1] Welcome, Spaniards.
There's space for you at the back.
Choose any bed.
And most importantly, don't make any noise.
[man 2 coughing]
[door squeaks shut]
[breath trembling]
[man 3 coughing]
[man 4 coughing]
[in English] Captain?
Find a spot.
[men coughing in background]
[sputtering cough]
[coughs dryly]
[inhales wheezily]
[Reyes grunts]
- [blows] - [man 5 coughing]
[rustling]
[whipping wind howls outside]
[Junqueras sniffles, breathes shakily]
[coughing continues]
H-How is a flock of sheep like…
[breath trembling] …a Salamancan,
an Asturian,
a guy from Andalusia…
one from Galicia…
and one who comes from Catalonia?
They all focus on the field.
[coughs]
It's funny, huh?
Seriously, Barcelona?
Oh my God. [sighs]
[grunts]
Listen, man, you better just… try to get some sleep, man.
- [melancholy music plays] - [men coughing]
[hacking coughing in background]
[breath trembling]
- [metal gate clatters] - [wind howling]
[low, foreboding music plays]
[light humming]
[in Russian] Come on! Come on! Get up!
- [guard 2] Stop lazing around! Get up! - [guard 1] Everybody up!
Up, quick! Line up in rows of five, quickly!
- [guard 1] Quick! - [thwacking]
[guard 2] What are you waiting for, a formal invitation? Up, quick!
[guard 1] Come on! Line up! What are you looking at?
[guard 2] Let's go! Don't stop!
Come on! Get down! Move!
Hurry up, I said! Hurry up!
Line up, quick! Outside!
[mechanism winding]
["Waltz of the Flowers" by Tchaikovsky plays]
[music continues over speakers]
[dog barking in distance]
- [guard 1] Hurry up! Move! - [dogs barking]
[guard 2] Get a move on!
[music continues]
[dogs barking]
[guard 2 in distance] Move faster!
- Hurry up! - [guard 1] This way! Go wash yourselves!
Get a move on! Go wash yourselves! Come on!
- [guard 2] Go on! - [guard 1] Hurry up!
[music continues on record player]
- [music continues on speakers] - [dogs barking]
[guard 1] This way! Quick! Come on! Let's go!
[music continues on record player]
[guard 1] Come on! Let's go! Hurry!
That way!
- [sputtering cough] - [guard 2] Come on! Faster!
[guard 1] Faster!
- Hurry up! Come on! - [guard 2] Hurry up!
Faster! Faster!
Hurry up!
Hurry up! Hurry up! Come on!
Faster! Faster!
[guard 1] Don't bunch up! Hurry up!
[music continues over speakers]
Why so slow? Get a move on!
Come on! Faster!
- Come on! Faster! - [guard 3] This way!
- Follow the brigade leader! - [guard 4] Over here.
Over here. Come.
This way. Stay in formation.
Quick!
[music continues on record player]
[guard 1] The shift in the mine is from 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.
The two-hour trip each way isn't included.
Anyone who fails in their duty or steps out of line will be punished.
Each brigade is required to meet the quota.
You eat as much as you dig out.
Each group must stay with their brigade leader.
Number 73!
Number 57!
As punishment for smuggling tobacco,
you're sentenced to a week in the hole.
[music intensifies]
[music peaks and fades out]
[wind gusting]
[unsettling music plays]
[soft thud]
[guard 1] Leave him! Leave him!
Leaving the line is considered an escape attempt!
- Stop! - [in English] Come on! Get up, dammit!
Come on!
[unsettling music continues]
[Hermida grunts]
[music fades out]
[in Russian] This is where you work now.
- Start getting used to it. - [debris skitters]
Make yourselves at home.
[breathlessly] And as… I explained to you…
[groans wearily]
…the rules here are simple.
- No quota… no food. - [approaching clatter]
- [man 1 grunts] - [man 2] Careful!
[wheelbarrow rattling]
[man 1 grunts wearily]
[man 2] One wagon
per person.
Now you know. Is that clear?
Hey! Hey!
Wake up! Wake up!
Okay. Listen to me.
Groups one and two with Nikolay.
Groups three and four
with me, goddammit.
Understood?
What's wrong with you?
[Junqueras grunting]
[pants]
[in English] Gonna work or what?
Fucking hell. What a shit partner I've got.
[grunts]
Grab the stones.
- Grab 'em, would you? - I'm on it, all right.
- Barcelona! - I'm on it.
For fuck's sake!
It's… it's just, I don't feel right.
- [shovel striking] - [debris skitters]
[breathes heavily]
[thunderous crash]
[debris clattering]
[rocks skitter]
[soundscape muffles]
[Junqueras] Barcelona!
[high-pitched ringing]
- [coughs echo faintly] - [rocks skitter]
[Junqueras] Barcelona!
[racking dry coughing]
- [man 3 faintly] Get back! I said back! - [high-pitched ringing continues]
- I said back! Get back there! - No, please, just let me out!
- Back I said! Get back! - Please, let me out!
Please, let me out of here! Please!
- Get back there! - Please! Let me out! I can't breathe!
- I can't breathe! Please! I need air! - Go to work!
- I can't breathe in here! - [guard] Do you understand?
- It's all right! Everything's fine! - [guard] Get back in!
- We'll work! Please! We'll work! - [coughing]
Just relax, okay?
- You have to relax. We're here. Relax. - Eladio…
- There you go. Relax. You can control it. - I don't wanna die in here.
It's all in your head, my friend. You can breathe, all right?
- Focus on breathing. - [coughs]
- Eladio, I don't wanna die. Eladio. - Just keep breathing. Focus. Sh.
You can open your eyes. Look me in the eyes.
- Come on. Look at me, dammit! - No, I can't.
- Sh… - I can't.
- Again. In and out. Again, again. - [sputtering breaths]
- Just breathe. Good! Good. Another. - [soft gasping breaths]
- Take it in. That's it. - [breathing slows]
Now just let it go. Release it.
[blows]
Like I'm doing. Come on.
[exhales slowly]
Take the good in. [inhales]
- Let the bad out. - [strained exhale]
[Junqueras sighs]
Better? Better?
[guard in Russian] Come on! Get a move on!
[wind howling]
Why are you stopping? Come on!
With more energy! Come on!
Quick! Faster!
Why are you just standing there? Come on!
Come on! More energy! Get a move on!
Come on!
Come on! Let's go!
Come on! Hurry up!
- Don't stop! - [vehicle engine starts]
- Hurry up! Move! - [vehicle departing]
[metal dishes clattering]
[men chattering softly]
[Junqueras slurping]
[exhales]
[slurping]
[hushed conversations continue]
- [dog barking outside] - [guard in distance] Come with me.
[sipping ravenously]
[breathing heavily]
[guard] Come on.
Help me get the prisoner out of the hole.
[guards continue chattering indistinctly]
[dog barking]
- [dishes clinking] - [hushed chatter nearby]
- [man in English] Psst! Here. - [Junqueras slurps]
[hushed indistinct chatter continues]
I'm Hans Müller.
What can I do for you, my friend?
Are you a trader?
Maybe. Why?
[men chewing and slurping]
I need some paper and ink.
[Müller scoffs]
Three half plates, it'll cost.
[Reyes] Wait.
How does one communicate with the director?
Are you serious?
[grunts softly]
See the guy in the corner there? That's the professor. Talk with him.
He's the translator and… the director's secretary.
If anyone can introduce you, it's him.
[footsteps approach]
Why are you talking to that German? Are you gonna be friends with Nazis?
[guard 1 in Russian] Come on! One at a time! One at a time!
[whipping wind bellows and howls]
[guard 2] In rows of two!
Get a move on!
Don't fall behind! Keep moving!
Come on!
[guard 1] Don't stop!
Faster!
[violent winds gusting]
[man] Spaniards! Why are you standing around?
Hurry up! Come on!
Come on. Put it here.
[Hermida in English] Okay.
[Reyes] Come on, Hermida.
The wedge.
- [tools striking] - [debris skitters]
- [Hermida gasps] - Julio.
- Huh? - Can't you hear?
Pass me the wedge. Come on.
[Hermida grunting wearily]
[in Russian] Why are you taking so fucking long?
- If this falls, we're all fucked! Come on! - [in English] Yeah, I'm on it.
- [dog barking continuously] - [wind whistling]
[somber music plays]
[man coughing in background]
[slurps]
[brass band plays marching music nearby]
[glass clatters]
[smacks lips, sighs]
- Director. - [director] Mm-hmm?
Telmo Reyes Aguirre,
Captain of the Spanish Republic.
He would like to request a review of his trial.
And tell me, why would they want to reconsider
such a firm sentence as high treason?
The system does not make errors.
[Reyes] But no treason was committed,
nor was there a trial.
The only crime we committed
was wanting to return to our families.
[director] In Spain?
You'd be executed as soon as you arrived.
The war is over at home.
[marching music continues]
[vexedly] Please.
War never ends, dammit.
- [Reyes] We were looking for a way out. - You visited the German embassy.
[Reyes] We visited many embassies.
[needle scratches]
- [crooning ballad music plays] - And, in doing so, committed treason.
[sighs]
[Reyes] With all due respect, director,
you divided Poland with them.
We were just trying to return to our families.
The Soviet Union
is now your only family.
You attempting to leave the USSR is committing treason. Got it?
[professor] Director.
The Spaniards are doing great work in the mine.
They've actually been doubling the required quota.
[Reyes] If you're willing to commit to sending my petition,
I myself will personally cover the defense for this case.
All we request is to be granted a fair trial, comrade.
[music continues on record player]
What did you just presume to call me?
[director breathing vexedly]
You are an enemy of the people,
and you've been convicted of treason, according to article 58.
The term you've uttered is forbidden for you to use with me.
You are, without a doubt, no comrade of mine,
and you're nothing like one.
And this affront you've committed could warrant serious punishment.
[sighs]
[breathing agitatedly]
Leave at once.
[in Russian] That's your son in that photograph, right?
He's been called to the front.
[in English] Captain.
[in Russian] I speak Russian
because I attended the Kirovabad pilot school.
That plane is a Tu-2.
It's a medium bomber.
If they have entrusted it to your son,
you should be proud of him.
- [music continues] - [clock ticking]
Thank you.
[in English] One second, Captain.
Nazarov gave his word to me. He's sending my letters to review.
- Really? - Yeah.
Is he serious?
And what the hell do I care what Nazarov says? Huh?
It only matters what you say.
[Junqueras] What do you think, Captain?
I give you my word.
[Junqueras breathes excitedly]
We're… we're leaving, Barcelona. We're leaving.
[Hermida coughs]
[thunder crashes]
SPRING 1943 TWO YEARS LATER
[vehicle approaching]
[thunder cracks]
- [guard 1] Hurry up! - [guard 2] Come on, you bastards!
[guard 1] Come on! Men to the right!
[guard 2] Come on!
That way!
That way! Straight ahead!
[guard 3] Come on! Come on! Come on!
[guard 1] Let's go!
[guard 3] Come on!
[overlapping shouting]
[guard 3] Come on! Come on!
[shouting continues]
[dog barking]
[guard 3] Come on!
[guard 4] Faster! Faster!
[guard 1] Let's go!
[in English] Every single day, more new faces arriving.
The Germans are losing the war, apparently.
Those goddamn fascist assholes.
[man] Father!
[priest coughing]
Come on.
[Palau] Look, a Spanish flag.
- [dog barking] - [inaudible chatter]
- I don't believe it. - [Palau] Yeah, look, they're Spaniards.
Oh my God.
[shouting continues]
There's a bunch of fascist assholes entering the camp! Boo!
Yeah? Long live Spain!
Long live who?
Long live Spain!
- [grunts] - [laughing]
We got a smart-ass here!
[laughing]
[guards shouting]
[Hermida] Hey!
Anyone Galician?
I am! From Noia!
Oh Christ.
[scoffs] Muros.
The hell do you care if there are? These are goddamn fascists, Hermida.
I don't understand you.
[Palau] I don't think the captain's gonna be happy about--
I don't care what the captain thinks.
[Reyes] What won't I be happy about?
Fascists, Captain. New cockroaches from the Blue Division. [laughs]
- Also one from Noia. That's even worse. - You're obsessed with Galicians, really.
[guards shouting indistinctly]
[Junqueras] Come on, kids! Get inside!
[laughs heartily]
- [guard 1 in Russian] Come on! Come on! - [guard 2] Hurry up! Hurry up!
- [guard 1] That way! Straight ahead! - [guard 2] Get a move on!
- [guard 1] Come on! Move! - [guard 2] Move!
[thunder crashes]
Personal belongings on the table!
Take off your Nazi clothes! I said now!
Take them off!
Hurry up! I said take them off now!
Was I not clear enough?
[priest whimpers]
- [thunder crashes] - [rain pelting]
[guard 3] Come on!
Take off your clothes! Come on! Get a move on!
Why are you so slow?
Hurry up!
I said quickly!
Come on! Put everything on the table!
Come on!
Take everything off!
Come on! I said quickly!
Put everything on the table!
Faster!
Don't stop!
Take off your clothes!
[thunder crashes]
Hurry up!
Strip!
[rain patters]
[man 1] Find a free spot. Don't even think about coming out until dawn.
[men chattering in Russian nearby]
[thunder rumbles]
[continuous electric buzzing]
[Russian chatter continues]
[man 2 laughing]
[in English] Lieutenant, we have to share one bucket to shit. The hell is this?
It's communism.
[tattoo machine buzzing]
[man 3] What do we do?
[inhales deeply]
We should get some rest now. We'll figure it out tomorrow.
Find a spot.
[buzzing]
- [man 2 groans] - [buzzing stops]
- [in Russian] Shit. - The hell are you doing, motherfucker?
- [man 4] I was trying… I'm sorry. I was… - [prisoners jeer]
- [man 5] What a shitty tattoo! - [laughter]
I just… Don't!
[screaming in agony]
- [thud] - [man 4 groaning]
- [in English] Relax. - [man 4 screams]
[door opens, closes]
[man 4 groaning]
[melodic whistling in distance]
[rain pattering on roof]
[thunder rumbles]
[man 4 groaning]
[melodic whistling grows louder]
[boy whistling "Suspiros de España"]
- [man 7] Don't look at them, Father. - Hey, that kid is a Spaniard.
[man 7] He might be, but he's with the urkas,
and they… they're murderers, Father.
- Don't… don't look at them anymore. - [object clatters]
[man 2 grunts]
If he's with them, he's already chosen sides.
[rain pattering]
[urkas chattering in Russian]
[soft, melancholy music plays]
[urkas laugh and chatter]
[thunder rumbles]
[staggered inhale]
[exhales shakily]
[thunder rumbling]
[breathing anxiously]
[thunder continues]
["Spanish Dance" by Tchaikovsky playing over speakers]
[music drowns out background]
[music peaks and ends]
Every time you enter a new gallery,
you wanna get your pickaxe and give the ceiling a knock.
Everything's all right as long as it doesn't sound hollow.
- [lieutenant] What if it is? - If it's hollow, everything's all wrong.
The quota all depends on the gallery.
There are galleries that do 20 tons a week,
others that hit 30.
This gallery is 60.
Lucky us, huh?
Yeah, real lucky.
All right, Nazis of Germany, you're going with Dimitrov.
And Spanish Nazis with me.
Come on! Hurry up! Let's go!
[laughs]
[snorting and hocking]
[coughs wetly and rasps]
[coughs]
[guard shouting in Russian outside]
[grasps bowl]
[ladle clatters]
- [soup trickles] - [Palau snorting and hocking]
[guards continue shouting in distance]
[in English] Try not to look at it.
Eat. Go on.
[Dimitrov in Russian] 321!
321!
[huffs]
Three… two… one.
- Come with me! Hurry up, fucker! - [in English] Hey!
- Hey! - [Dimitrov in Russian] Come on!
Why are you so fucking slow?
[wind gusting]
[in English] Can't have dinner outside in winter.
The soup freezes too quick.
I'm Telmo Reyes.
- Captain of the Spanish Republic. - [scoffs softly]
- No respect for the military? - [chuckles]
Respect for the military?
This is a demonstration of power.
Pathetic.
This isn't a camp for prisoners.
We're all the enemy in here.
You would do well to just eat your food, sleep, and not think too much.
Threatening me now?
A little advice.
No offense, "Captain"…
but I don't solicit advice from a communist.
[wind howls]
[scoffs softly]
[low, tense music plays]
[guard in Russian] Come on! Let's go!
[priest grunting]
[groans]
[strains]
[guard] Come on! Don't stop!
Hurry up! Get a move on!
- Let's go! - [vehicle engine starts]
Come on! Over here!
[low, tense music continues]
[guard in distance] Come on! Hurry up!
Stop standing around! Come on!
[music becomes foreboding]
Come on!
[whistles]
[guard] Come on! Let's go!
Come on!
[distancing] Come on! Hurry up!
Don't stop!
[foreboding music obscures background]
[faintly] Come on! Hurry up!
- Come on! Let's go! - [music fades out]
[priest grunts and groans]
[panting and straining]
[straining groans]
- [dogs barking] - [whimpers breathlessly]
[grunts]
[327] Father! Father!
- Help him up! - [324] Careful.
What happened?
- [324] Who did this to you, Father? - [priest groans]
[324] Come on. Sit him here. Careful, careful. Watch out.
- [327] Sit there. - [324] Watch your head.
- [327] There you go. That's it. - [priest grunts]
[breathing heavily]
All right, let me see.
[priest breathes shakily]
[327] It's okay. Breathe. Okay?
Count to three.
- [priest] One… - [crack]
- [screams in agony] - [327] Sh… Breathe. It's okay. Calm down.
- Breathe. It's okay. Calm down. Sh… - [groaning in agony]
[whimpering]
[thumps hand, suppresses whimper]
You're still on that?
Writing those letters isn't gonna get us out of here, Captain.
[Palau] Mm-hmm.
And no one blames you, okay? It's not your fault.
- The law is on our side. - "The law," huh? Oh.
[chewing] Mm.
The law's one thing. Justice is a different thing entirely.
We've been here for two years, Telmo.
Give it up.
Huh?
[grumbles softly]
Know what Aristotle says?
He says, if men could practice true friendship,
we'd have no need for justice.
That guy, Aristotle, wouldn't last one day in this camp.
How long are you planning to take out your inferiority complex on my men? Hmm?
So far, we've endured humiliation in the mine.
They've cut back all of our rations.
But there is no way
that I will permit another attack on any of my men.
Especially a priest. That's just sick.
What's he mean?
Hmm. No idea.
Must've fallen down.
- [Palau snickers] - [Junqueras chuckles]
[Palau chuckling softly]
[coughs]
Control your flock, Reyes.
No offense,
but I don't solicit advice from fascists.
It wasn't advice.
That was a threat.
[footsteps depart]
[Palau bleats]
[Junqueras laughing]
- [chuckles] - [Junqueras] Fucking Palau.
[laughs]
[man] Don't forget your place, miner.
[Junqueras snorts]
What?
[footsteps departing]
[soft, poignant music plays]
[urkas chattering cheerfully in Russian]
[priest groans wearily]
[poignant music continues]
[pained exhale]
[gasps and groans]
[grunts]
[inhales shakily and grunts]
- [groans] - [chatter continues in background]
[urkas chuckle]
[playing cards slap table]
[urka groans and chuckles]
[mutters silently]
[chatter continues]
[breathes heavily]
[grunts]
[urkas chattering]
[priest breathing heavily]
[huffs]
Do you understand me?
- You understand me, right? - [conversation stops]
You… Come… come here. Listen.
It's very easy.
I need to do a deal with these guys, and I need your help translating.
Right? You get it? Huh? You hear me? Do you understand me?
I know you understand some of this, don't you?
You and I, with those guys…
[cries out in pain and grunts]
- [sinister music plays] - [strained groaning]
- [groaning] - [bucket clatters]
[screaming]
[splutters and shrieks]
- [urkas laughing] - [screams]
[gasps and retches]
[spits and pants]
[screams]
[urkas grunting]
[priest choking]
[stifled scream]
[urka grunts]
[priest choking]
- [sinister music intensifies] - [priest exclaims]
[straining] Translate! Translate for me!
[choking] A deal!
[strains] A deal!
[pants] For the love of God!
[whimpers] Please!
[pants] Please.
[music building]
[in Russian] He wants to make a deal.
[music abates]
He wants to make a deal.
- [priest breathing agitatedly] - [music fades out]
[324 in English] Like moonshine. Queimada. You know what queimada is?
[327] I don't know queimada, but I do know what moonshine is.
[324] Queimada is like a…
[Junqueras] Where are you going?
We're finished. We're going outside.
- [Junqueras] All your work is done? - Yeah, I said we're finished.
Look at the brave Galician.
- [chuckles] - [lieutenant] My men finished their shift.
- [Junqueras] Are you sure? - I'll go show you. I'm positive.
[Junqueras] I don't think so.
Get back in there.
- Balls on this guy. Get back in there. - [in Russian] Look at him.
- [Junqueras laughs] - The damn protector.
[both chuckling]
Come on.
Come on, dammit!
Come on, motherfuckers!
Fucking move!
[lieutenant breathing vexedly]
[Junqueras in English] On your knees. Let's go.
Very good.
Now… sing with me.
♪ Arise, ye workers from your slumber ♪
♪ Arise, ye prisoners of want ♪
♪ For reason in revolt now thunders ♪
♪ And at last ends the age of cant ♪
Take it out on me, Junqueras.
Leaving three bodies here is gonna look bad.
Let it go, Lieutenant.
Pain's the only thing these guys understand.
The pain's all we understand? Huh?
[scoffs]
1937,
on May 14th,
Llanes.
Soldiers sent by Franco come into town,
rape all of the women,
both young and old.
[woman's scream echoes faintly]
My wife first…
[screams echo]
…and after, my little girl.
Six years old, and they raped my daughter.
Filthy pricks!
[sniffles, suppresses sobs]
Casares… 1936, July 19th.
The police of the Republic assassinate the doctor and the priest in our hometown.
And that doctor was my father.
That's one fascist less.
[spits]
- Son of a bitch! - On your knees! Stay down!
Get on the ground and don't move a muscle!
- [324 grunting] - Fucking asshole.
- The war was started by your side. Got it? - Yeah. And it was lost by your side.
[chuckles]
[sniffles, sighs]
I really wonder when you'll realize that
in this camp, the war was won by the Republic.
[sniffs]
Sing a verse of our song.
Just one, and I'll let you all out.
- Come on. - Sing it.
[sniffs]
[breathes shakily]
♪ Cara al sol con la camisa ♪
- You sons of bitches! - No! Hey!
- Who do you think you're talking to? Who-- - ♪ …nueva que tú bordaste en rojo ♪
- [327 groans] - [men grunting]
- [winded gasp] - [lieutenant pants]
[labored gasping]
[winded gasping]
[coughing]
- [gasping] - Sing.
Go on. Sing now!
Sing right now! Sing it, you cockroach!
- [327 grunts] - Sing your song now!
- Go on, sing it now, you cockroach! - [327 grunts]
Sing now, you fucking fascist!
- Sing your anthem, go ahead! Sing! - [shakily] ♪ Arise, ye workers ♪
- ♪ From your slumbers ♪ - Sing your anthem now! Sing it!
[324 and lieutenant] ♪ Arise ye prisoners of want ♪
♪ For reason in revolt now thunders ♪
- ♪ And at last ends the age of cant ♪ - ♪ And at last ends ♪
♪ The age of cant ♪ [sobs]
[exhales wearily]
That's enough for now.
[breathes heavily]
[grunts]
Enough, Dimitrov.
- [Dimitrov in Russian] No. - [in English] Enough. That's it.
[in Spanish] My family…
[in Russian] …was in Leningrad.
[heavy breathing slows]
[Dimitrov] This one stays.
[Junqueras inhales deeply]
[324 breathing heavily]
[324] No, not without my lieutenant.
- Do what he tells you. That's an order! - [324] I won't leave you alone!
Do something, dammit! He'll be murdered!
- Shut up! Get out, Galician! Out! - They'll kill him! Please! You can't!
- [Junqueras] Both of you! - All of us are Spaniards, dammit!
We're all Spaniards!
[guard 1 in Russian] Come on! Quick! Get down! Hurry up!
- [guard 2] Down on the ground! - [guard 1] Quickly!
Don't move! Stay still!
- Face down! - [guards shouting]
[dour music plays]
[indistinct shouting in distance]
[guard 1] Don't move!
- [guard 2] Stay still! - [guard 3] Come on!
- [mud squelches] - [Reyes grunts]
[guard 4] Hurry up!
Pick up the pace! Why did you stop? Move forward!
Come on! Move!
Hurry up! I said hurry up!
[music continues]
[guard 2 in distance] Stay still!
[guard 1] Don't move!
- Stay still! - [guard 2] Come on!
- [shouting continues] - [pelting rain obscures background]
[thunder rumbles]
[thunder crashes]
[music fades out]
- [soundscape muffles] - [slow, labored breathing]
[shallow, labored breathing continues]
[Junqueras in English] Six years old, and they raped my daughter. Filthy pricks!
[echoing faintly] Six years old, and they raped my daughter. Filthy pricks!
Six years old, and they raped my daughter.
Filthy pricks!
[Junqueras fading out]
[muffled clatter nearby]
[woman in Russian] No, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no! [whimpers]
- [whimpering and sobbing] - [discordant, high-pitched ringing]
[women crying]
[high-pitched ringing continues]
- [muffled, discordant soundscape] - [shallow, labored breathing]
[unsettling music plays]
[faint, indistinct shouting]
[sharp scraping echoes]
[urka in Russian] Leave him alone. He's protected.
[muffled soundscape continues]
[speaks Russian]
- [professor in English] Stand up. - [man coughs]
[lieutenant grunts]
[grunting breathlessly]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
Director… [breathing heavily]
Lieutenant Salgado, 250th division.
Second regiment in the first battalion.
[translating into Russian]
[in English] Since entering this camp, we've been treated like common prisoners,
and we've… been assigned to the same barracks as killers,
as well as rapists.
[translating into Russian]
[continues translating]
[in English] I'd like to ask that the terms of the Geneva Convention
be honored for my soldiers and me.
[professor translating into Russian]
[responds sternly in Russian]
[in English] The Germans are at war with the Soviet Union. You are not.
You came here to murder civilians for no reason,
traveling thousands of kilometers from home.
You are mercenaries. You are worse than rats.
- [Salgado breathing vexedly] - [man coughing in background]
[speaks Russian]
[professor] Who did this to you?
[inaudible]
[footsteps departing]
[Salgado groans and breathes shakily]
[door closes]
It was a great gesture not to out your compatriots.
This is no time for drawing.
[suppressed groan]
[huffs]
[heavy, labored breathing]
[professor] There's a lot of sadness in your drawings.
But there is beauty within this world,
if you know where to look.
Don't stop drawing, Lieutenant.
[patients chatter in background]
[splutters, breathes heavily]
[in Kazakh] So now you're friends with murderers?
That man didn't kill your husband.
If it wasn't him, someone like him did it.
[pats shoulder]
[wind gusting]
WINTER 1944
[grunting softly]
[breathing heavily]
[in English] Lieutenant.
- Lieutenant. - [Salgado chuckles]
- [yelps meekly] - Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry.
- You okay? - I'm okay. I'm fine.
- We thought that you… - Welcome, Lieutenant.
- [Salgado] Thanks, Artigas. - I told you.
[Salgado] Manuel.
[Salgado groans]
[breathes heavily]
- This is Pablito. - Pablo.
[poignant music plays]
[Galician] Father made a deal with the urkas.
- [continuous buzzing] - [music fades out]
[buzzing stops]
- [Salgado gasps] - [urka exhales deeply]
[breathes deeply through nose]
[inhales sharply]
[soft, breathy chuckling]
[laughs wheezily]
[laughs]
[urkas laughing]
[laughs heartily]
- [Salgado grunts] - [laughter continues]
[laughter subsides]
[Salgado sighs]
[huffs]
[gate squeals]
[melancholy music plays]
[guard] Hey!
[gates squeal]
[music fades out]
Father speaks from a place of fear.
No, I'm speaking with common sense. We might all end up dead.
[Galician] We won't if we stay, Father? Don't you remember what they did to you?
- And what they did to the Lieutenant? - Manuel is right.
No one's ever escaped from a camp like this before.
Lieutenant, I'm sorry to contradict you, but the Italians tried.
- They got forced into backing out. - And none got out.
One guy escapes and they punish the whole barracks.
Father, you know what this is? Yeah?
Well, it's here so I don't forget what all of us are.
Dammit, we're soldiers, all right? We have a duty to try.
How many kilometers do you think we are from the next town?
And what provisions are needed for us to make sure that we don't starve?
- [Artigas sighs] - [priest] Do you know where you would go?
From our current location, where is… where's north, south, east, or west?
Where? There's, what, hundreds of kilometers of nothing?
Well, I do know, actually.
So Afghanistan is over here, for starters. Look. Ha!
And Russia's over here.
[chuckles softly]
Nobody said it'd be easy, okay?
But it's the only way that we're gonna survive.
- [Artigas] We could hide in the trucks. - [Galician] Yeah.
We take the trucks to Karaganda, and go from there down to Afghanistan.
That's right.
Well… we'll be needing some kind of compass, right?
[Artigas chuckles softly]
And tobacco for the dogs.
Pablito stays. He's just a boy.
I'm not allowing him on this suicide mission.
[soft, wistful music plays]
[Artigas] When, Lieutenant?
When it stops snowing. It's suicide if we go any earlier.
We'll make our move in the spring.
- [relieved sigh] - [snare drum drumming]
[band plays lackluster march music]
[guard shouting]
[in Russian] Goddamn idiots.
Obey orders without question. Resistance will be punished.
Stealing food will result in beatings and the deprivation of food.
[Artigas grunts]
[guard] Storing explosive materials will be severely punished.
Escape or resistance…
Don't move!
- [band fumbles, stops] - Stand still!
[low, foreboding music plays]
[cloth rustles]
[in English] And what is this?
Chew it up… and eat it.
I said eat it.
[wind howls]
[inhales deeply]
[gags]
[inhales shakily]
[suppresses gag]
[heaves]
[sniffles]
[strained swallow]
[gags, suppressed heave]
[suppressed retch]
[splutters]
[breathing sharply through nose]
[gulps]
[grunting breaths]
[grunts]
[retches]
[vomiting]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily, sniffles]
[breathing slows]
[sustained, deep snort]
[hocking gutturally]
- [dish clatters] - Bon appétit.
Pablo, keep… keep going with the lessons.
Okay.
Valencia?
Logroño, Pamplona, Santander, Murcia…
- [priest] Müller. - Burgos, León…
Sorry, sorry.
Photographic memory.
I read something just once and it stays in my head forever.
[scoffs] Good for you.
[priest] Artigas.
Hey!
It's okay.
- No. No. - Do you know the monarchs of Spain?
Monarchs?
Sure.
[softly] Alfonso.
Alfonso.
[softly] XII.
- XII. Alfonso XII. - And another one?
- More? - Mm-hmm. Who else?
- Well, uh… - [Müller] XIII.
Alfonso XIII.
- [priest] Mm-hmm. - Alfonso… XIV?
[Müller chuckles]
- [men chuckle] - Alfonso XV, XVI, XVII…
Stop, or he can't concentrate. You have to take it seriously.
Okay? Honestly, Pablito, take it seriously. It might help.
[scoffs] Help with what?
Mm, I don't know, something. When we get out of here, you'll see.
[scoffs] Look, Father, I was only 12 when I started the assembly line.
So?
- So? - Yeah?
I've survived orphanages and urkas,
and the Kings of Spain haven't done shit for me at all.
- They won't do shit for you either. - [Müller chuckling]
- [priest] One day, you'll get back. - To where?
- Back home. - Are you serious? Where the hell is that?
- Listen-- - [guard] Hey!
- No, tell me. - [in Russian] Silence!
Shut up!
They're brainwashing that kid.
[sighs] Fucking hell.
Eladio, stay calm. It's okay. He's an urka.
But he's a fucking red.
The Republic didn't pay to educate him so he would be an altar boy.
You think that's normal?
We have to fix this.
I think you've done enough already.
[Dimitrov in Russian] 321!
321!
Hey. Come on, Father. Let's go.
[wind gusting]
[Salgado] I know you protected me from the urkas in the infirmary.
[Reyes] Oraz is a loudmouth. He already give you one of his speeches?
[Salgado] You don't even know. [chuckles]
[Reyes] You studied medicine before the war, right?
[Salgado] For two years.
You're gonna need a job, to build back your strength.
[gentle guitar music plays]
[Salgado] I know what you're doing, Reyes. You wanna avoid revenge on the Asturian.
I wanna avoid this before it all blows up.
You talking about a truce?
A truce.
I hear that you're good at drawing.
Well, yeah. [chuckles]
Oraz is a loudmouth. [chuckles]
[music continues]
[music rising tenderly]
[music fades out]
[metallic clattering]
- [bucket clatters] - [patient coughing]
[hushed chatter in Russian]
[clatter]
[footsteps nearby]
- [in Russian] You can't go in. - Quiet.
- [nurse] I said you can't. - Shut up!
Get out of here!
[in English] The urkas traffic with the saliva of tuberculosis.
[arguing continues]
Folks will do anything to avoid working in the mine.
[arguing in Russian]
[Salgado exhales deeply]
[patient groans]
[Reyes] I think you already know Aisulu,
your new boss.
- Wait. What do you mean "boss"? - [bucket clatters]
[in Kazakh] First, wash the sick. Then help in the supply room.
[footsteps distancing]
[in English] She'll need your help… up until our new doctor gets here.
The last doctor had his hands cut off because an urka died.
But if you want, you can go back to the mine.
[patients coughing]
Her husband was executed.
Well, I hope it wasn't in Leningrad.
[wind howls]
- [men singing "La Marseillaise" in French] - [violin accompanying]
[guard huffs, sniffs]
[grunts]
[singing continues]
- [guard shouts in Russian] - [singing and violin stop]
[speaks Russian]
[speaking in Russian]
[continues speaking insistently]
- [in English] What's he saying? What? - [shouts]
- He's saying that… - [shouts in Russian]
He's saying that he's sick of the Italian anthem,
the Czech anthem, the French anthem.
[shouting in Russian]
[in English] And he wants to hear the Spanish anthem.
[Artigas sighs deeply, sniffs]
[speaks Russian]
[Nationalists in Spanish] ♪ I'm a Falangist ♪
♪ I'll be a Falangist Until death or victory ♪
♪ And that's why I'm at Spain's service with pleasure ♪
♪ Enlisted, I go with the youth-- ♪
♪ If priests and friars knew They were going to get beaten ♪
♪ They would join the choir and sing ♪
♪ Freedom, freedom, freedom! ♪
- [Artigas] ♪ I'm a Falangist ♪ - Stop!
- ♪ A Falangist until death or victory ♪ - [Republicans continue singing]
♪ If priests and friars knew-- ♪
- [men] ♪ Freedom, freedom, freedom! ♪ - [guard shouting in Russian]
[speaking in Russian]
[speaking emphatically in Russian]
[in English] What now?
He'd like to hear a single anthem in Spanish.
[vodka sloshes]
[guard slurping]
[speaking angrily in Russian]
[vodka sloshes]
[violin playing]
[playing "Suspiros de España" melody]
[violin halts]
[wind howling]
[in Spanish] ♪ I feel within me ♪
♪ A sad emotion ♪
- ♪ I'm suffering, far away from you ♪ - [violin resumes playing]
[men join in hesitantly] ♪ And my heart is breaking ♪
♪ Never again ♪
♪ Will the sun bring me joy ♪
♪ In Spain's garden, my love ♪
♪ Like a flower, I will always remain ♪
♪ If this cry of my bitter sorrow ♪
♪ Reaches your feet on the wind ♪
♪ Spain, send it back to me with love ♪
♪ Spain, my beloved ♪
[singing more passionately] ♪ I feel within me ♪
♪ A sad emotion ♪
♪ I'm suffering, far away from you ♪
♪ And my heart is breaking ♪
♪ Never again ♪
♪ Will the sun bring me joy ♪
♪ In Spain's garden, my love ♪
♪ Like a flower, I will always remain ♪
♪ If this cry of my bitter sorrow ♪
♪ Reaches your feet on the wind ♪
♪ Spain, send it back to me with love ♪
♪ Spain, my beloved ♪
[violin stops]
[chuckles]
[band playing in distance]
[in English] A concert?
Right in the yard, this spring.
In about seven weeks.
[Oraz] There may be more talent in the camp than we thought, Director.
Are you referring… to the urka violinist?
There are others who play.
So we can try to find them and set up a plan to continue working.
So the mine wouldn't get ignored either.
[band continues playing outside]
- [matchstick clatters] - [Nazarov breathes deeply]
The mine, you can ignore.
We'll double your rations. Hmm?
[hammering]
[Oraz] Bugoslav Levandovski.
[guard in Russian] 319.
[wind howling]
[hammering continues in background]
[violin strings pluck]
[shrill, discordant notes playing]
[Salgado suppresses chuckle]
[Oraz in English] All candidates will be excused from working the mine.
[atonal violin strokes continue]
[wind gusting]
[violin bow scratching abrasively]
[strings pluck haphazardly]
- Holy shit. - [Galician snickers]
[hammering continues]
[violin ends]
[flute playing]
[Hermida] What the hell was this place?
[brush scrubbing]
Hey, you know these holes are like viewpoints.
You can see the estuary in Noia if you look hard.
[chuckles]
It's in Muros… you smart-ass.
[chuckles]
[waves crashing]
- [Galician] Look. What do you see? - [gulls calling]
[Hermida chuckles] Holy shit.
It's Cuco's boat!
- No shit. Cuco. [chuckles] - [Hermida] Hey. There are sardines.
Cuco, get to work, bastard! Why aren't you doing shit?
Cuco, say hello to us!
- [Reyes] Sh! - Hey!
[Hermida] Cu…
[Reyes] Um… what's that?
A domra. That is one of our traditional instruments.
- [domra strums] - But it's… it's missing strings, isn't it?
It doesn't need any more strings.
[strumming quickens]
[plays folk melody proficiently]
- [domra ends] - [Galician] Oh, please.
- No one can work like that. Ridiculous. - [Hermida] What? Why not?
People from Noia, you're like wooden bells.
Yeah? You guys from Muros are reckless fools.
[scrubbing and hammering]
You. Psst.
[hammering stops]
Kid, cut it out. Your hands are too important. Come on.
No, no, no. We… we need these hands here. Just ignore this guy. He's doing great.
Can you play any instruments?
[Pablo chuckles]
[scrubbing in background]
[hammer clatters]
[Palau sighs]
Palau, taking your time with those nails, huh?
Come on. I don't got all day.
- I'm gonna hit you. - [chuckles]
[Galician] They're like little sardines. You fry them up.
- They're delicious. - That sounds really nice.
Father, what's on your mind? You're so quiet. Huh?
He used to be surrounded by the ladies.
- Oh yeah? - Hey, it's not a mortal sin to converse.
- What are you saying? - The Father's a real Casanova, he is.
[both chuckle]
- [priest exhales tremulously] - [Galician chuckles]
So we'll do it during the concert. Hmm?
[guard shouting in distance]
While the guards are busy with all of the guests.
[Galician breathes deeply]
- We're going back home, buddy. - We're getting outta here.
- [patients groaning] - [man 1 in Russian] No more mine.
- No more mine. - No more mine.
[vehicle approaches outside]
- No more mine. - [tailgate opens]
- [urka 1 groaning in agony] - [urka 2 mutters in Russian]
- Nurse! A cart fell on him. - [tense, dramatic music plays]
- This way. Hold on. It's okay. - [urka 1 groans]
- [urka 1 screams] - [urka 2] It's okay. You'll survive.
[pants] What are you looking at? Do something!
- Listen. If anything happens to him-- - He's not going to die.
He's not going to die.
- [urka 1 groans] - He has to live.
[urka 1 groans]
[Aisulu] Out! Let me work! No disruptions!
[urka 2] He's my brother. If he dies, I'll cut your hands off!
[urka 1 groaning in agony]
[Salgado yelps]
- [breathing heavily] - [urka 1 groaning]
[screams]
[Salgado grunts]
[urka 1 screams]
[in Kazakh] Alcohol. Bring alcohol.
- Alcohol… Alcohol… - [groans and sputters]
- Alcohol! - [urka 1 screams]
[man 2 in Russian] Hey! What are you doing?
[urka 1 groans]
- [screams] - [Salgado models deep breathing]
[urka 1 panting]
[groans wearily]
It's not enough.
- [music intensifies] - [urka 1 screams]
[screaming]
[Salgado pants anxiously]
[urka 1 grunting]
- [screams] - [sizzling]
[continues screaming]
[Aisulu pants anxiously]
- [tense music continues] - [urka 1 groans]
- [Salgado models rapid, deep breathing] - [urka 1 quietens]
[breathing slows]
- [music abates] - [huffing]
[Salgado breathing heavily]
[soft, poignant music plays]
- [Aisulu breathes shakily] - [coughing in background]
[water splashes gently]
[patient coughing]
[breathing shakily]
[shuddering sobs]
[exhales sharply]
[poignant music continues]
[Aisulu sobbing softly]
- [Salgado in Kazakh] It's okay. - [gasps]
It's okay.
[breathing steadies]
Do you speak Kazakh?
Oraz.
Oraz… uh…
he married me.
- [laughs] - [Salgado chuckles]
[both chuckling]
"Oraz is teaching me."
"Is teaching." Oraz is teaching me.
[Aisulu chuckles softly]
[gasps softly]
[sniffles]
[breath trembles]
Thank you.
[tender, wistful music plays]
[guard 1 in Russian] Quickly! Come on! Get it!
- [guard 2] Get in! - [guard 1] Hurry up!
- Come on! - [guard 2] Faster!
- [guard 1] Don't stop! Don't stop! - [guard 2] Come on!
- Get a move on! - [guard 1] Come on! Come on!
- Go in! - [guard 2] Get in!
[scared whimpering]
[wind howls]
[singing in Latin]
[notes undulate sweetly]
[angelic singing voice emerges]
- [singing continues] - [tattoo machine buzzing]
[singing continues]
You can hear her perfectly well right there.
Sh. Hey, just shut up a sec.
[angelic singing continues]
[holds high note]
[notes lilting] ♪ Amen ♪
[ascending scale]
[descending scale]
[holds note]
[mellifluously] ♪ Amen ♪
[singing stops]
- [wind howling] - [room remains silent]
[Galician] You know Carballo, from the garage?
[Hermida chuckles] Of course.
How could I not? The mayor didn't have the power that guy had. Clever guy.
[chuckles]
[Müller sighs]
[Hermida] Then you must know Remedios too.
- His cousin. - Ah, Remedios, yes.
Yeah, Remedios. Danced with her a whole lot.
- Yeah? - At the annual fair in Muros.
And how do you know Remedios so well?
- Well… - I'll go.
- I guess from dancing as well. - [Galician] Ah!
I knew that she was going out with a smuggler guy from Muros then.
Oh, I don't know about that. [chuckles]
- Oh no? - People talk just to talk.
Yeah, folks like to talk.
Hi, gents.
I just picked up a collection on a debt.
- Who wants to try some? - I do.
In German, we have a lovely word to remember our homeland.
"Heimweh."
- "Heimweh"? - Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
It's from "heimat," and that's the location where…
you know, your city, hometown, where your house is,
and "weh," which means "pain."
So it's almost like
"painful nostalgia."
[chuckles softly]
The word doesn't exist in any other language.
- Mm. Danke schön. - Zum Wohl.
German… call it what you want to, but that sounds like homesickness.
[Galician] Mm! [chuckles]
You got me there.
- [Hermida] Heimweh! - Heimweh!
[both chuckle]
[both sigh]
- Mm! Oh, shit. - [Hermida chuckles]
[Galician chuckles]
Go on.
So do you have a…
a wife waiting back home?
[man chatters in background]
[inhales]
Hmm. [exhales]
Hmm. How would I know that?
I hope so.
Hmm.
I had her photograph.
But now everything's gone.
[inhales deeply] I'm not sure.
I feel like I've been… mm…
[Galician] Forgetting her?
[soft, poignant music plays]
[chuckles pensively, sniffles]
Follow me.
- Huh? - Come on.
[poignant music continues]
[Hermida] Um…
Her eyes, are, um… [hesitates]
They're big. Yeah, they, um… they're big.
No, no, no. Maybe a little bit smaller.
Small and a little bit slanted too. Yeah.
Yeah. All right.
Um… Come on. Try.
Just try.
You know, what about her hair?
You remember the color of her hair?
[inhales deeply] Well…
[scoffs] She had… black hair.
- Dark hair. - Yeah, black, but, you know…
Well, really it was brownish, actually.
Because, you know, when she was out in the sun,
it would, you know… lighten up a little.
- And how about the-- - Um, she had, um…
And what was it like?
- You know, was it wavy or straight? - Uh, well…
Straight. Straight, yeah, that's right.
Um… [hesitates]
Straight and… and long.
All right. And her face?
Her face… it was kinda like a rounder-type face.
It was a little round. She had a… a round face.
And it… it was sort of like a…
[chuckles] It was sort of like a chestnut.
[Galician] Mm.
Her chin was kinda like… It was a little bit pointy.
[pencil scratching]
- [chuckles softly] - [Galician] Yeah?
And her nose, really, really little.
I mean tiny. Adorable.
- [chuckles] - [pencil scratching]
And when she smiled,
she would end up with these… these cute dimples.
And there was one on either side.
Her mouth looked like it was surrounded by… parentheses.
[pencil scratching]
She liked to laugh all the time.
Always laughing.
[poignant music continues]
[softly] Yeah, she laughed a lot.
[pencil scratching]
[music rises]
That's her. [sniffles]
[sobs softly]
It's her.
[inhales shakily]
[poignant music continues]
[sniffles]
- [wind howling] - [music fades out]
Now we're all friends?
No.
We're just working. That's all.
"Working."
[wind howling]
[whispers] Hermida. Hey.
- What? - We, um…
[Reyes] Mm.
You heard, didn't you?
The Ivans are in Berlin.
As well as the Americans and the English.
The Nazis have lost. Now it's a matter of time.
If I ever do go back to Spain, I know what I'll do first thing.
- Hmm? - I'll eat a Spanish omelet.
[both chuckle]
[Salgado sniffs] Hmm.
How about you?
They say Franco's declaring amnesty for those who'd like to return.
Change of face.
I think he wants to make sure he's not hunted down after the war.
I think after this war, no one's fighting.
- [gunshot] - [thud]
[dogs barking]
These times are not good for enthusiasts.
These times are no good.
Here.
I drafted a petition.
Written in my own handwriting.
- And you know what? - [glasses clink]
- I think that this time… - [cork pops from bottle]
- [liquid pouring] - [Nazarov chuckles]
I don't think, actually. I have to say, I'm…
I'm entirely convinced
that this time around…
they're going to sign off on your file.
I appreciate that.
They're saying
that news of the concert is spreading already in the camps.
You and your men out there, you've done great work. Let's toast.
Well, Director, they're not only my guys.
When you do leave this camp,
those men will continue to be one thing for you.
Enemies. Did you forget that?
No.
My men have been noticing things.
Tobacco and kitchen utensils are disappearing.
There are unexplained absences.
What I would like to find out
is what's going on around here.
[fire crackling]
[clock ticking]
I'm not gonna snitch.
Then where exactly do your loyalties lie?
With a group of mercenaries and Francoists?
Proven friends to fascist Nazis?
[tense music plays]
Or will it be your men?
[clock ticking]
[unsettling music plays]
[glass thuds]
[unsettling music continues]
[music fades out]
[Salgado retches]
[gasps, hacking cough]
[groans]
[coughs]
Oh, fuck.
[bucket clatters]
- [huffs] - [patient coughing]
[Salgado coughs]
[grunts]
[catches breath]
- [low, suspenseful music plays] - [patient coughing]
[music builds]
[uneasy music plays]
- [footsteps depart] - [music fades out]
[hammering]
SPRING 1945
THE DAY OF THE CONCERT
[brakes squeal softly]
[car door opens]
- [footsteps squelch wetly] - [dog barking in distance]
Good evening, Comrade Marshal.
Welcome.
[Marshal] At ease.
Come in, please. It's much warmer inside. The concert is just about to begin, sir.
Please, come in. Come in.
This concert is going to be fabulous.
Incidentally, we've been preparing for over a week.
We've found some truly wonderful folks.
We also have Greta singing, and you'll also get to hear the domra.
They'll play both violin and domra.
And this is where you'll be sitting, right here.
Please, take your seats. Yes, sit right here.
And we'll hear a… um… a voice that's quite impressive.
Well, you've had a long journey. Um…
Can I get you something to drink, sir?
For you?
Ah, good.
Uh… mm.
Here you are. [chuckles nervously]
Um…
Uh…
- [sharp clack] - [chuckles awkwardly] Uh…
Well, if it's all right with you, I'll be sitting here at your side.
Uh… Hmm.
[flute rehearsing in distance]
[Oraz] Reyes.
[flute continues]
[violin plays]
What did Nazarov want?
He made a proposal. That was it.
[drumming]
[papers rustle]
[Reyes] What are these?
[inhales shakily]
Why do you have my letters?
[Oraz] I just found them.
Nazarov told you the day that you met him.
The system here…
doesn't make errors.
Reyes.
[Reyes breathes vexedly]
Four years.
For four damn years.
Captain.
[breathing irately]
[suppressed sobs]
- [floorboard creaks] - [attendee coughs]
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
[plaintive melody plays]
- [music halts] - [exhales]
[hushed murmurs]
[murmuring continues]
[exhales]
[breathes shakily]
[music resumes]
[bow flourishes skillfully]
[violin continues in distance]
[whispers] And Father, where is he?
[Salgado] He's not coming.
Let's go. Come on.
Hang on. We're still missing one.
- Wait. Missing one? - [footsteps]
Hurry. Hermida, hurry up, dammit.
What's he doing here?
Coming with us.
[violin continues]
- You knew about this? - Does it matter?
Come on.
[violin continues]
[silence]
[vehicle rumbles in distance]
[breathing anxiously]
[vehicle approaches]
[engine stops]
[guard 1 in Russian] When's the guard change?
[guard 2 chuckles] With any luck, we'll get to see the second part.
[breathes anxiously]
[in Spanish, nervously] ♪ With those blue eyes ♪
♪ As light as the sea ♪
♪ I get lost in their gaze ♪
♪ And I'm unable to escape ♪
[voice steadies] ♪ The magic of their smile ♪
♪ Will always make me sigh ♪
♪ When I look at their lips ♪
♪ My world starts to spin ♪
[band plays paso doble music]
[music continues]
[guard 2 in Russian] I've never liked the opera.
[guard 1] Have you seen the prisoner?
Who cares how she sings?
[chatter distancing]
[chain-link fence rattles]
[Greta continues singing in distance]
[Hermida grunts]
[grunts]
[dog barks in distance]
[fence rattles]
[both breathing heavily]
[in English] Here to Muros. Yeah, pal?
From here to Muros.
[dog barking in distance]
[music continues in distance]
[music turns solemn]
[in Spanish] ♪ Arguments with no direction ♪
♪ Pride is vanity ♪
♪ Words that wound ♪
♪ Will this be the end? ♪
♪ And then comes the night ♪
♪ We just hold each other ♪
♪ We kiss ♪
♪ And love shines once again ♪
[music rises dramatically]
♪ With those blue eyes As light as the sea ♪
[echoing] ♪ I get lost in their gaze ♪
♪ And I'm unable to escape ♪
- [music flurrying dramatically] - [soundscape muffles]
[inaudible singing]
- [tense music plays] - [dog barking in distance]
[fence rattles]
[music abates]
[ominous, suspenseful music plays]
[hurried footsteps distancing]
[tense, dramatic music plays]
[music builds steadily]
[music abates]
[breathes heavily]
[music intensifies]
[panting]
[breathing slows]
- [tense, dramatic music continues] - [inaudible singing]
[music peaks]
[music abates]
- [breathing heavily] - [dog barking in distance]
[whispers] Artigas.
Rub the tobacco on yourself.
[Artigas breathes heavily]
[both breathing heavily]
[dog barking]
[clatter nearby]
[gravel crunching underfoot]
[breathing softens]
[guard 1 in Russian] Take that truck.
[guard 2] Okay, I'm on it.
[door opens, closes]
[engine starts]
[breathes heavily]
[dog barking]
[vehicle departing]
[heavy breathing slows]
[guard 1] Check this one.
[guard 3] I'm on it. I'm on it.
[dog barking nearby]
[footsteps]
- [dog barks] - Come here. [whistles]
[dog snarls]
[dog sniffing]
[tense music plays]
[growling and sniffing]
[gravel skitters]
[dog snarls]
[dog barking]
[music abates]
[shallow, shaky breathing]
[tapping on truck]
[guard 3] I'll take this truck.
[door opens, closes]
[engine starts]
[truck accelerating]
[soft, stirring music plays]
- [clatter] - [brakes squeak]
[guard 4] Hey, hey, hey! Stop, stop, stop! Hold on!
[engine stops]
- There's a corpse missing! - [Artigas whispers] What's going on?
[tense music resumes]
[dog barking in distance]
[Salgado breathes anxiously]
[gasps]
[ominous music plays]
[music building]
[guard 4] Hey!
[music abates]
I hope that you enjoyed the concert.
Did you hear? How good was that domra sounding?
And the violin!
The domra was just… Well, it was heavenly. Otherworldly. Don't you agree?
[Marshal] Huh?
[whispers] Why don't we invite him for dinner?
If you ever happen to be in Moscow,
we should get together, have dinner.
- It'd be a pleasure. - [car engine starts]
[Nazarov breathes elatedly]
- [Marshal] Comrade Nazarov. - [Nazarov chuckles]
[alarm blares loudly]
Quick! Quick!
[car door closes]
[vehicle departs]
[alarm continues blaring]
- [alarm ends] - [thunder rumbles]
ONE MONTH LATER
[hatch closes]
[Reyes breathing heavily]
[Salgado groans]
Get up.
Come on.
You good? Come on. Let's go.
Let's go. Hey. Good?
[priest] Come on.
Artigas talked.
One Galician got killed… and one got away.
[Salgado breathing heavily]
Who?
[Reyes breathes anxiously]
[Salgado grunting]
[breathing heavily]
I'm so sorry.
[Reyes grunts]
[grunts]
[prisoners cheering]
I'm sorry.
[grunting wearily]
[grunts]
[prisoners jeering in Russian]
[Reyes yells furiously]
[Salgado grunting]
[Reyes grunts]
[prisoners shouting encouragement]
[both grunting]
[Salgado groans]
- [screams] - [Reyes grunts]
[both grunt]
- [Reyes straining] - [Salgado grunts]
[both grunt]
[Reyes straining]
- [Reyes yells] - [Salgado gasping]
[both panting]
[Reyes groans]
[Salgado catches breath]
[Reyes growling furiously]
- [Reyes grunts] - [Salgado groans]
[both grunting wearily]
[Reyes grunts]
[panting]
[sobbing]
["The Sacred War" plays over speakers]
[grunts perplexedly]
[men in Russian] Germany has surrendered! Germany has surrendered!
[Salgado wails]
- [crying] - [men laughing] Germany has surrendered!
[flare launches, whizzes]
- [crackles] - [men] The war is over!
[music continues]
MAY 8TH - 1945
END OF THE WAR
[panting]
[screams]
- [music fading] - [scream echoes]
[mutters]
[chuckles deliriously]
[grunting breathlessly]
[sweeping, mournful music plays]
[sobs]
[inhales sharply]
[both breathing heavily]
[music abates]
- [tense music plays] - [both breathing heavily]
[music fades out]
[squelching footsteps approaching]
- [whistle blows] - [priest] Come on! Let's go!
- [man 1] Take the shot! - [man 2] Hey! Whoa!
- [priest] Watch it! - [man 1] Take the shot! To the front!
[men grunting]
- [Pablo] Father! Father! - [man 3] Go get it!
- Yeah! All right! Let's go, guys! - [Junqueras] Hey!
- [priest] Yeah! All right! - [Palau] Who wants it?
[man 4] Let's do this!
SUMMER 1947
- Come on, guys! - [priest] Hey! Hey! Hey, ref!
- [Junqueras] Here, here, here! - [laughter]
- [priest] Take the shot! - [men grunting]
- [Junqueras] No, no, no! - [priest] Hey! Foul! Hey!
- Ref, where's the call? Ref, what's up? - [man 3] No foul! No foul!
[both grunt]
- Oh, shit! Move! - [Junqueras chuckles] I am! I'm moving!
- [chuckles] Help me. - [Junqueras] Come on, man. Here.
- [strains] - I only messed up that shot, 'cause…
- 'Cause of the sun, it-- - Goddamn, Father.
Now you don't want the sun in your face, huh?
Hey. What? Shut up and take the shot!
- [laughs] Hey! - [priest] Here we go!
- [men grunt] - [priest] Come on!
- [laughs] - [Junqueras] Palau!
- [vehicle engine starts in distance] - [overlapping shouting]
- [Pablo] Look out! - Greta!
- [Pablo] Hey! Oh! - [men grunting]
Shoot it! Take the shot! Yeah!
- [Junqueras] No! - [priest] Goal!
[men cheering]
Palau! Barcelona, you're killing us!
- What the hell was that? - Goal! All right! Goal!
Miner we got a goal! Goal!
Wait. Look.
More women are leaving.
This camp's days are numbered.
That means we're next.
[men shouting in background]
Did they say where you're being sent?
[breathless] Leningrad.
- Please look for us. - All right, here. Uh…
- Put this on. It's cold there. - Palau, she has to leave.
Okay? Cover up. Here.
And what's his name gonna be?
[Artigas] Listen.
- They'll leave without her. Come on. - Diego.
I… I love you, Diego.
- Both of you. - And we love you.
[men shouting]
- [priest] That's it! Run! - [Junqueras] Let's go, Palau! Hey!
[men chatter animatedly in background]
[whooping]
- [sniffles] - [sheep bleating]
[boisterous chatter continues]
[Palau sighs]
[Reyes] The Kazakhs invited us over for lunch at their kolkhoz
because we helped them with their crops.
[Salgado] And?
Aisulu's coming as well.
[sniffs]
So make the most of it.
Who knows how much longer they'll let us leave the camp?
What camp? Only a few of us are left here.
Just stay close, got it?
Artigas is covering.
[soft, expectant music plays]
[Salgado] I owe you one.
[footsteps departing]
- "One," he says. - [chuckles]
[sighs]
[soft, dreamy music plays]
[metal gate clatters]
- [horse neighs] - [hooves clop]
[horse nickers]
[whinnies]
- [bird twittering] - [Salgado in Kazakh] What's wrong?
[Aisulu] Your mind is far from here.
When we leave, come with me.
[dreamy music continues]
[music turns bittersweet]
[Aisulu] This is the land of the Kazakhs.
My land.
A flower without roots doesn't last long.
[Salgado] I have a land waiting for me too.
Keep it.
I'll come back for it.
[Oraz in English] It's filled with meat and can be made with lamb or veal.
- [children laughing] - And this is called baursaki.
It's sort of like a Spanish churro, more or less.
[woman in Kazakh] The main course is here!
[in English] The lamb's head is traditionally served to those guests
that we've invited who are most special, distinguished, and respected.
Spasibo.
- "Raqmet." - [Reyes] Ah, raqmet.
- [Oraz] "Raqmet" in Kazakh is "thank you." - [Reyes] Raqmet.
- Thanks. - [woman in Kazakh] Let's eat.
[in English] All right, let's eat, then.
[Junqueras huffs ravenously]
[indistinct chatter]
[Pablo] Mm! Mm!
[Junqueras scoffs]
[mouth full] Delicious food! Really delicious!
[woman speaks Kazakh]
[in English] Anara says she would like to hear how you lived before you got here.
I worked in publishing.
My father's company, but he was executed.
It was the only thing left from my family until it closed down.
[Oraz translating]
Want some?
- It's good. - I was a chef for a hotel in Barcelona.
And I used to tell jokes too. Yeah.
[Oraz translating]
[Anara] Mm!
- [Oraz translating] - [Anara chuckles]
[speaks Kazakh]
[Oraz] Anara's asking if you can tell one.
- [Junqueras] No, no, no, no. - [Reyes] God, no.
- No, better not, I promise. - Yes. Yes.
- [Junqueras] It's better if he doesn't. - [Palau] Eladio, come on, let me!
Okay, hang on a minute. There's… there's a… a kolkhoz, right?
Similar to this.
And then, out of nowhere, appears that bastard Stalin, and--
[baby crying]
[Anara speaks Kazakh]
[crying continues]
[Junqueras] I told you not to tell your joke.
- The best part was next. I didn't finish. - "The best part."
[baby settles]
- [Junqueras] Sure. - [Palau] You have no sense of humor.
- [Junqueras] If they were funny… - How'd you become a prisoner?
You never told us.
It was for thinking differently.
Whose side are you on?
I'm on no one's side.
I don't have an ideology. I have principles.
[Anara in Kazakh] We Kazakhs… never imagined this.
That the world would come here,
at the gates of our home, but Allah wanted it this way.
We give thanks for that also. We give thanks to Allah.
Thanks to Allah.
[in English] And… and to Our Lord. Mm.
Whoever's first to get us out of here!
- [laughs] - [Palau] Hear! Hear!
[men chuckle]
[Anara speaking Kazakh]
[Anara chuckles]
[Oraz in English] Enjoy.
- We've all suffered enough. Please. - [Junqueras] My God!
Seven years. Seven years, no real food.
- [stirring orchestral music plays] - [soundscape fades]
[Junqueras] Try some, Father!
Are you kidding? You're serious?
[speaking in Russian]
[turns inaudible]
[Reyes] No one will lift a finger for us, neither Nazarov nor the Communist Party.
- [Junqueras] What? - [priest] The Blue Division?
[music ends]
Franco won't admit he has prisoners in the Soviet Union.
- Even still? - No.
- Not from either side. - [priest sighs]
[Reyes] And the party won't admit that they put us here without a trial.
They're saying we're deserters.
[priest] How long do they want us to rot here?
Ten, 15 years? How many more?
No! No fucking way!
- We can't let it happen! No! - All right, calm down.
- Nazarov gave us an offer. - Courtesy of the Soviet Union.
You can join the revolution.
- [Junqueras] What's that mean? - Become Russian citizens.
That's all we need. Do we have to be communists too?
The Soviet Union has no more communists. Stalin had them all killed.
But then I would be able to leave, because I'm Russian.
[Salgado] Your case is different.
You're here because you committed blood crimes.
And, correct… you're already Russian.
Wait. Then… what's all that mean? Huh?
It means that we'd be working in stores and factories.
[Salgado] Technically, we would be free.
But we'd also be Russians, never allowed back into Spain.
[Junqueras] What do you think about this, Captain?
I promised I'd get you outta here,
not change this prison for another.
Your list is just far too long.
These are all prisoners, Republicans, and Blue Division folks from other camps.
Men and women.
The risk is simply too great.
In Spain, when you arrive,
there's a second installment of money at this address.
[paper rustles]
"Clara Street." Is this your family or what?
Hey, what do you care? People paying well to get us out.
[Müller sighs]
Son of a bitch.
[sighs]
All right.
[footsteps departing]
You think we can really trust that Nazi?
- [Oraz] Iván José González. - Nobody blames you, my friend.
[Palau] Thanks.
Take care.
You too.
[Oraz] Roland Durban.
Eladio.
I'm so sorry.
- [Oraz] Claude Gaspard. - [Salgado] Palau.
We're gonna miss you.
Same here.
- Travel safe. - Thanks.
- See you, everyone. - [Oraz] Giovani Busacca.
- [priest] Go with God. - [Pablo] Good luck.
Hey! Barcelona!
One more.
How do you say "paratrooper" in Russian?
[Oraz] André Monicelli.
It's "para-thud."
[scoffing chuckle]
[Palau] What? Is it that bad?
That's just awful.
[chuckles softly]
Take care of that family!
I will.
See you later.
[Oraz] Luciano Craspelli.
[Junqueras sighs]
[Junqueras] Look how quickly that fascist flipped sides.
[Oraz] Mellín Palau.
[Nazarov in Russian] Hey, soldier! Search that one!
- [Junqueras breathes nervously] - They're searching those guys.
If they find Müller's list, we're done for.
[Junqueras] What's he doing?
- What is he doing? - [in Russian] Hey! Get back in line!
[in English] I knew it, Captain. I told you guys.
- [in Russian] In line! - [Junqueras] He'll get our ransom too.
- [priest] He's giving them the list. - [in Russian] What is it? Give it here.
- Let me see. - [Junqueras huffs angrily]
[in English] That Nazi son of a bitch can't do this!
[tense music plays]
- Junqueras, don't do it! - [Junqueras] Müller!
- You fascist bastard! I'm gonna kill you! - [Reyes] Wait!
- [Junqueras] Get off! Get off me! - Captain, stop!
[Junqueras] Get off! Let go of me! Get off of me now!
- Let go! Get the hell off of me, assholes! - [music building]
- You fucking can't! - Stop this at once!
- [gunshot] - Eladio!
- [Reyes pants]
[hurried footsteps approaching]
Junqueras. [panting]
Are you hit?
Okay, you're fine. You're fine.
Hey.
[bird chirping]
[sorrowful string music plays]
[music continues]
[ropes creaking]
[priest] Remember, Lord, that we are dust.
And that men are like the grass and the flower of the field
and that which withers.
And that…
And…
[hesitates]
[sighs]
[sorrowful music continues]
With music strong I come
With my cornets and my drums
I play not marches For accepted victors only
I play marches For conquered and slain persons
Have you heard
That it was good to gain the day?
I also say
It is good to fall
I beat and pound for the dead
Vivas to those who have failed
And to those Whose war-vessels sank in the sea
And to those themselves Who sank in the sea
And the numberless unknown heroes
Equal to…
The greatest heroes ever known
[sorrowful music continues]
MADRID MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
[Müller] Please, sir. It… I just…
- [man] You again? No. - I just need a moment. Excuse me.
[man] You can't come in here, at no time.
[knocking on door]
What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?
Yes, well, he's back. Still there.
He says he's not leaving until you see him.
- What does he want here? - I don't know.
[door opens]
[man 1] Hey! No, no, no! Listen, you can't…
[man 2] Okay, what? What is it you want?
- Do you know how to write? - [man 2 scoffs] Of course. So?
Then get a pen.
Esperanza Moreno.
- [stirring music plays] - Antonio Castillo. Antonio Barba Penas.
César Benítez Martínez.
[Artigas] Pablo Espinoza Gómez.
Abelino González.
[stirring music continues]
Tomás Bernal Aroca.
Diego Salgado Jarque.
[music rises]
Manuel Fernández Collado.
Pablo Fernández Carrasco.
Eladio Taraño Junqueras.
[sobs] Holy shit!
[music swells]
[Artigas] Telmo Reyes Anguera.
Francisco de Asis Moreno Santos.
[crying]
[sniffles] Father.
[stirring music continues]
[chuckling tearfully]
Thank you!
[sniffles]
[sighs]
Thank you, God.
[music peaks]
[music ends]
[clock ticking]
[Reyes] You're going home too.
Yes, the both of us have earned a nice rest.
Don't you think?
Despite everything that we've been through, hmm,
having met you was truly my pleasure,
comrade.
[ticking continues]
Good riddance, Director.
[footsteps departing]
[soft, poignant music plays]
[dog barking in distance]
[sighs]
[blows raspberry]
- I can smell it already! - [chuckles] Oh yeah? Bean stew?
- Wow! My God! - [chuckles]
- What's bean stew, guys? - You haven't heard of bean stew?
- No. - Beans and chorizo and bacon.
Best thing in the world, Pablito.
[guard] Antonio Barba Penas.
[poignant music continues]
Adelino González.
[both chuckle softly]
Captain.
[sniffs]
- Lieutenant. - [guard] Martín Marías.
Never thought you'd stay.
I never thought you'd leave.
[guard] Ángel Turión.
David Obeso.
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
[guard] José de la Torre.
Thank you.
- Travel safe. - You take care.
- [Junqueras] Captain. - [guard] Domingo Correa Martínez.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
[guard] Diego Salgado.
- [Reyes] This is my home now. - [sniffles]
- Watch out for the others. - Thanks for everything, brother.
[sighs]
[breathes shakily]
[guard] Eladio Junqueras.
[sniffles] Well, my turn.
[Reyes] Come on. Go.
I'll hold you right here.
[poignant music continues]
[Pablo chuckles]
- [vehicle approaches] - [brakes squeal]
- Pablito. - [music ends]
Take care, all right?
- [guard] Pablo Fernández… - [Nazarov] Soldier!
This boy won't be going anywhere. Take his name off the list.
Hey! What is this?
- That kid… - Captain?
That kid is a Soviet citizen, as were all minors we took into the camp.
- Captain, what-- - The documentation.
Peruse it for yourself, Reyes.
[somber music plays]
Telmo… I have to stay?
[Reyes breathes irately]
Is this thing even valid?
It's valid enough to completely cancel the extradition.
- Telmo? - You bastard.
- [ominous music plays] - No.
No, no, no, no.
- [Nazarov] The boy! - I got it!
- [Nazarov] Don't dare let him on that bus! - I'll handle him. Yeah.
- Pablito! Pablito. - No, leave me alone!
- Pablito! Pablito! - Let me go! Let go! Leave me alone!
- Pablo. - No, please! I have to leave! Please!
- You gotta let me out! - Pablo. Pablo.
[Pablo breathing heavily]
[tense music playing]
You better learn the Kings of Spain. You get me?
Huh? I… I don't get it.
On the bus, right now.
Come on. Let's go, Pablito. Hurry!
[Pablo grunts]
Thanks.
Go ahead.
[music intensifies]
[Nazarov] Hey! Hey!
Can someone explain to me what's going on here?
Yeah, this bus is departing.
Then I'll just go to the next checkpoint now
and present the documents there to arrest the boy, got it?
[tense, suspenseful music plays]
These documents?
[Nazarov] What the hell are you doing?
Guard!
Hey!
[tense music builds]
[Nazarov] Shoot him!
- [music peaks] - [pistol cocks]
[music abates]
[acoustic guitar plays "Suspiros de España"]
[lamenting lyrics sung in Spanish]
[music obscures soundscape]
[gunshot]
["Suspiros de España" continues]
[music continues on radio]
That'll be 400.
Your first trip to Spain?
[music continues]
- [music ends] - [protesters chant on TV]
[in Spanish] ♪ Latin America ♪
They will have, in their hands, the power to be consulted
on whether or not they want to belong to a military bloc.
[cheering and applause]
[protesters] No to NATO! No military bases!
We don't want any of the military blocs.
- [protester] Yankees out! - [crowd] Yankees out!
[TV chatter fades in distance]
[man in English] Good afternoon, Lieutenant.
I'm Reyes.
Captain Telmo Reyes.
She…
kept it until she passed.
And she wanted you to have it.
[gentle, stirring music plays]
[acoustic guitar plays poignant melody]
[music builds]
Captain.
[stirring music rises]
[sobs softly]
Lieutenant.
[laughing tearfully]
[Salgado laughs]
[both laughing]
Oh, Captain.
[stirring music swells]
[both laughing heartily]
[laughter subsides]
[Reyes] Remember what Oraz used to say?
There is no freer man
than one who's been a prisoner.
TO MY MOTHER
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING
[music ends]
[poignant piano music plays]
THE TRUCE
[music fades out]
[wistful orchestral music plays]
[music ends]
[poignant orchestral music plays]
[music fades out]