Ispansi! Page #6

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People of another class,

without religion...

Yes.

I have.

But not for being

more Catholic than the others...

Or a better Spaniard than the rest.

I suffered because I was from a family

to whom I could not confess

that I had loved a man

with all my heart and soul.

And I have suffered

for having a religion

that punished this love.

And for being from a country

where brothers kill each other.

And living in a world capable of killing

and among them...

The one I loved the most.

That's life.

No Jorge, it isn't.

Can't you see that?

We make life.

And our deeds can change

the course of history.

And you, by saving another man's life,

saved mine without knowing it.

How?

By helping to start our war

you probably brought on my son's death.

You were the cause

of your own father's death.

In this you are right.

Don't you see that

what kills are our deeds

and not life?

You've become one of them.

I wish I had been!

They didn't do it...

we were the ones

to begin all this horror.

Atrocities were committed by both sides.

If you are resentful

you can always go back.

You aren't needed in this new Spain

I've got just as much right

to be here as you

and to be a Spaniard.

I want to see my mother

and that's what I'll do.

And don't try and stop me

unless you want to suddenly become

"the brother of the Red. "

You would do that?

Single mother,

red...

A bad calling card for your brilliant

service record, little brother.

I'm hungry. Hungry to live.

And for nobody to ever take

what's mine again.

I want to see my mother.

Leave me alone with her.

As you wish,

but she can't recognize you.

Alicia, come with me.

Mom.

Mom, it's me, Pau...

Beatriz.

I can't understand

how they dare show her in society.

She spent 20 years in Russia.

A little birdie has been telling

very serious things about her.

I don't believe it

but apparently she was involved

with a relative of Stalin's.

No. I heard

she was deported to Siberia

for being devout.

Poor thing, she must have suffered.

A woman like that is a saint.

Why are they clapping?

I've left a few rumors about.

Remember what we said...

You dont want to talk about the past.

tired, Beatriz?

Women like you

are made of stronger stuff.

Jorge has told me about your travails.

If I may

and with your brother's permission,

I would be pleased

to invite you to a hunt

next week at my estate in Toledo.

Would you honor us with your presence?

Thank you, colonel.

For the moment I would like to spend

as much time as possible with my mother.

Colonel, we've been trying to speak

with Beatriz all evening.

To tell us all about

what happened to her in Russia

Ladies, you are a bit frivolous.

What Beatriz needs now

is to rest and forget.

She'll tell you about

when she is up to it.

Colonel, you are a wet blanket.

Not at all, ladies.

If you wish to hear tremendous stories

about the war

I am your man.

Please...

Treblin!

What a surprise!

I was told you were in South America

and had married a mulatta.

Aren't you ashamed at your age?

Come in.

This is our room.

Is that the Jew's wife?

Yes. We share the flat with this family.

We were promised an apartment

but the truth is we haven't got it yet.

I saw Alejandro yesterday.

On the way back from Asturias.

He couldn't bear being rejected

by his mother and his siblings.

History has robbed him

of his mother's love...

I do translations.

I know that. Good ones.

Now, let's have a drink.

This is not a social call.

Though I'm happy to see you again.

I've got reports about Paula.

Reports about Paula?

Yes, well. They have come to me

knowing that I know you.

Are you spying on my wife?

For who?

That doesn't matter.

What does matter

is that we don't like

the people she is with.

The coup's army officers, bishops...

The Spanish oligarchy represented

by some 50 people

she frequently visits.

lvaro,

take care of it.

You must ask for a divorce.

There will be no problem.

She won't return.

She won't be happy living

in this wardrobe or even a bigger one.

The sooner you forget her

better for us all.

And now I will have that drink.

Get out.

lvaro!

I said to get out.

He's a good comrade.

Take care of him.

I never saw him again.

TWO YEARS LATER:

lvaro!

lvaro, my friend!

Long time, no see!

Dorin!

You're looking well.

What are they selling?

Truth is I don't know.

I saw the line and got in it.

For us it's the third.

One for beer, another for soap.

But we were late for both.

How's Vladimir? Still playing hockey?

The brute broke his hand.

What about Paula? Any news?

Not much.

Apparently her mother got ill

and she stayed to take care of her.

But that is old news.

My niece

is going to get married.

lvaro...

She'll be back.

She might have things to do

in her world but...

She is not the type

to abandon those she loves.

Yes, don't look at me like that.

We all knew about it.

The women did.

You men are slower.

And you haven't denounced her?

What could we accuse her of?

Being a single mother?

Loving her son?

Being from a family of fascists?

Most of my girlfriends were as well.

The only thing I can accuse her of

is stealing my boyfriend.

It's a joke, Dorin.

Piedad was the first to find out.

By the way she sends her regards.

She reunited with her husband in Cuba.

Hopefully between her husband

and the Cubans

they can calm her down because...

That was mean.

Once again we are leaving with nothing.

Aren't you going to greet me?

What are you doing here?

I've lost my keys

and as the Yarovs are not at home...

Won't you kiss me?

We never separated again

and until the day she died,

the two of us, enemies,

lived the happiest days of our lives

in this wardrobe.

NOVEMBER 20, 1975

Before time erases my memories

I wanted to share them

with all those to come.

Spaniard. Your Franco has died.

The death of Franco brings

best hope

for the Spanish people...

Spain... beloved country.. Spain

Spain... We believed the eternal...

Finally.

TO THOSE WHO NEVER CAME BACK.

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