Clandestinos Page #3

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They sent a second commando to Madrid

without telling us. Don't you see?

It wasn't them,

it was the kid.

You have a problem, Laki.

And youd better have the solution too.

Look. It's him.

I knew youd call.

I've been worried about you.

I didn't know what to do.

Sorry. I couldn't go.

How about the Columbus Square thing?

I knew youd like that.

Sh*t, I can't wait to see you again.

Me too, Xabi.

Where are you now?

Don't move.

Wait right there for me.

Is this for me?

You earned it. Now you can go.

I'll talk to Laki so you can come

to the Basque Country.

The Columbus Square attack

was not typical of EtA.

It's a sign that they don't have

skilled people.

They're unexperienced youngsters

straight from the street fighting.

The area was cordoned off...

and the car bomb defused.

The driver wasidentified as...

Laki Gmez Carriles, alias Potitos.

Laki

What bastards!

But all they wanted to do was scare people.

Scare people?!

What if youd been there?

Where were you?

Where's Xabi?

How you doing?

Okay.

What bastards.

Never mind, put her through.

Please come!

The ETA Madrid bombers are here!

I think I can keep them busy for a while.

Slow down, ma'am.

You have to believe me!

Are they there now?

The whole commando except for one,

but hell be here any minute.

I'm not joking! I swear.

Relationship?

Um, yes, I do have

a relationship with the Moroccan.

Or at least he told me he was Moroccan,

but who knows.

And the other ones Mexican?

Just a second, please.

Ones Moroccan and the other ones Mexican?

He's actually my friends boyfriend.

She'll be so upset when I tell her.

Do you have any evidence?

I know it sounds crazy,

but believe me, I swear.

An Xabi really is Basque!

Xabi?

Hello.

Where's Xabi?

- Dunno, I have'nt seen him.

- Oh.

Anything wrong?

No, nothing?

Why?

Marta!

Marta, can we talk a minute?

- What for?

- Just get over here, dammit!

What a rotten temper!

Is Xabi okay?

What's going on?

We have a serious problem.

Driss and Xabi are...

They are...

What?

Does everything have to go

right over your head?

They're the terrorists on the TV,

the Columbus Square bomb.

What do you think

about that gas cannister?

It's obviousa Basque and an Arab.

It all fits!

Let's see. Driss: are you a terrorist?

No, me no terrorist.

There, Rebeca.

And she thought you belonged to ETA.

Hey, here come the Police to get you.

Stop him!

You see, Marta.

They're the Columbus Square bombers.

Nobody gets out of here!

Ah ha, where did this come from?

We're minors! You can't do anything to us.

Didn't you say you were 20?!

What a liar, Joel!

Calm down, please.

Is this yours?

Yes.

Okay, fill out the forms, and

give it back to him.

For the millionth time,

what do you know about this kid?

I told you hes the commando leader.

They arent terrorists.

They escaped last week from

a reformatory in Ciudad Real.

Then they're not terrorists?

No.

But Xabis Basque.

No, Xabi isn't Basque.

But he speaks Basque.

But hes from Seville.

See, smartass?

You're so smart!

Do you know where Xabi is?

No idea.

Ask him.

Where is he?

Where is he?!

You'd better talk now,

or would your rather talk

to the Chief of Police?

Fermn, let me talk to them alone.

Why would an a**hole from Seville

pretend to be Basque?

His parents abandoned him when he was little.

Maybe he got the affection there

he never got anywhere else.

Fanaticism can appear

where you least unexpect it.

Who is this?

His names Laki.

Are you sure you don't know him?

What's he doing?

Can't you see?

He's getting them a glass of milk.

You know him, right?

Not in person, sir.

I know Xabi has a friend named Laki,

but I only saw this guy on TV.

That's incredible!

You're really in trouble now.

I can't believe it, trying

to compete against the Madrid Commando!

Here's what were gonna do:

I promise not to tell them about your bomb

if you tell me where Xabi is.

All yours.

So?

They don't know anything.

Don't be too hard on them.

They're just dumb kids, after all.

Hi,

going anywhere?

To my Grannies house.

Be careful, then.

These hills are full of wolves.

Have you got money?

Where are we going?

Home.

I live in a country house near here.

Okay.

What's your name?

Javi.

Xabier.

No, Javi, not Xabier.

Where are you from?

Nowhere.

And lets get one thing straight:

were gonna screw, and that's it.

I don't need chit-chat with any old queers.

Out of the car!

What?

Get out!

You just gonna dump me here?

Were closing!

Just one more minute.

You have 5 minutes.

Kill him.

- Long live the free Basque Country!

- Long live!

I'm already dead.

Out of the way.

Were gonna win!

Champions!

I'm dying for a screw.

Or two.

I never though soccer could be such fun.

Me neither. The games are over so fast!

We went to talk to the judge at minors court.

They only let married prisioners

have partner visiting rights.

Legally married.

But with luck youll be out

on probation in a month.

You'll have to wait a bit more.

Can I have your T-shirt?

It's all sweaty.

So much the better.

I don't even wanna think

what you're gonna do with it.

I love you, Fattykins.

You. Over here!

What's your problem?

I didn't do anything!

The hell you didn't.

Good game today.

Sh*t, do you always have to make

such a big production out of everything?

Can't you get visiting rights like

a normal person?

Normal?

Do you mean you actually like normal people?

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