The War Is Over Page #7

no longer sure where you're going.

I know where I'm going:

Barcelona.

I suppose I'll accompany Juan

to Madrid and then return here.

I must take a break,

talk things over with them.

You see, in Spain I see things

from too close-up.

Reality blinds me.

I must regain a broader perspective,

even if it's unreal.

- I don't understand you anymore.

- It's very simple.

Our people live in the belief that

it will all blow sky-high any day now.

And that's all right. No one

can stand the idea of dying in exile.

But it's not true.

There's still a long road ahead of us.

That can't be!

It's true that it has to explode!

Listen.

"Various opposition forces

in the Basque region..."

have jointly decided

to call a general strike...

beginning April 30th at 8:00 a.m.

Students will also participate.

The strike will last a week...

"but, if repressed,

it will go on indefinitely."

It's meaningless.

Mumbojumbo, like carrying idols

to make it rain.

No, I hope that general strike

will really happen.

There will be isolated incidents,

small factions. Nothing big.

It's an unreal action.

I hope you're wrong.

The general strike will take place!

Isn't this what you all

have wanted for years?

Isn't that why your comrades

are dead or in prison?

I hope you're wrong.

I hope you're really blind!

Things have to change...

so you can go back to Spain.

And so I can go with you.

So we can finally

have a life together.

Crying and shouting won't help.

That's not going to change reality.

- Shall we go home?

- Yes, let's go home.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Just looking at the night.

I must have a child by you, Diego.

Otherwise, I'll go mad.

If I went back to Spain...

if I started all over again from zero,

would you come with me?

To Spain?

You mean, return to Spain, now,

the normal way?

Under your real identity?

Yes, my real identity.

The normal way.

Anyhow, the place to be is Spain.

That's where things will happen.

I didn't become an agent

to spend my life in Paris suburbs...

going from one meeting to another.

It's not for me.

Do you think it's possible?

You think it's possible the police

don't know your true identity?

I'm sure they've heard of Carlos...

but they never heard of Diego Mora.

Well, then, we go to Spain!

Why did you open the suitcase?

- I don't like lies about these things.

- I didn't lie.

I just asked you to keep

a suitcase for me. That's all.

- With explosives in it.

- Does that scare you?

Listen...

I've been handling them

since I was 17.

Me too.

What got you involved with Spain?

What about you?

It's my own country!

So no one but you has a right

to get involved with your country?

Every man for himself

in his own little corner, is that it?

Should we confine ourselves

to problems at the university...

or the crisis in the artichoke crop?

I thought we were more

internationalist!

Internationalism means putting

your own country in order first.

Papa lends you his passport,

and I carry suitcases.

Yes, let's talk

about that suitcase.

Here's your father's passport.

- What floor is it?

- Why? Aren't you coming with me?

You go on alone. I'll follow.

You don't trust me?

My comings and goings

are for me to decide.

I gather you don't like cemeteries.

But they clear the view. They bring

a little sunshine into one's life.

What exactly do you stand for?

You don't collect explosives

just for fun.

What's your group, your program?

Leninist Group

for Revolutionary Action.

Everyone's a Leninist these days.

Let's not get bogged down

in a discussion about theory.

Nadine gave you a suitcase

that belongs to us.

What do you plan to do with it?

I should have tossed it

in the Seine...

but I'm curious about the tactics

you advocate for Spain.

I've come here

entirely on my own.

Explain it to him.

For 25 years, Spain has been

in a latent prerevolutionary state.

To sum it up...

tourism is one of the regime's

main sources of income.

In addition,

millions of people learn...

to look on Spain

as a normal country.

For them, Spain is a memory

of a pleasant vacation.

This is an extremely dangerous

political hoax...

demobilizing antifascist action

in Europe.

This is why we must strike a blow

at tourism in Spain!

- Create a climate which will stop it!

- Why not stop the sun too?

We strike at the economy and awaken

proletarian conscience in one blow!

- Because it's asleep?

- Sorry, I didn't mean that.

I say a revolutionary state

exists in Spain, objectively speaking.

But there is no revolutionary

policy or front. Lenin said...

Lenin's no prayerwheel!

Your peaceful methods amount

to revisionism, pure and simple.

Objectively speaking, you're following

in the wake of the Spanish bourgeoisie.

- Objectively?

- That's right.

And that's why, for 20 years,

we've been hounded...

jailed, pushed out of windows, shot...

and given the stiffest sentences?

Because, objectively speaking,

we're in the service of the bourgeoisie?

He said "in the wake of,"

not "in the service of."

He was using a political concept.

You turned it

into a moral judgment.

You're right.

We do not question the ability

or the heroism of your members.

- But we do question your approach.

- For example?

Issuing a new directive

for a general strike on April 30th...

and heading for a new failure.

You're very sure of yourself.

I judge from past experience.

Since 1959, every general strike

called in this way has been a failure.

Since 1959?

That's what... six years?

The validity of a strategic tactic

cannot be judged over so short a period.

You're very impatient

for people engaged in revolution.

Then let's talk

about that suitcase.

Yes, let's! That stupid stunt

nearly got me caught by the cops!

- Or perhaps the other way around?

- Who led the cops to Nadine?

You, the person who used

Rene Sallanches' passport.

They began to tail us

from Nadine's house because of you.

Because of the incident

at the border.

It's the only reasonable explanation.

The question is,

how long were you tailed...

and did the Spanish police

alert the French?

In any event,

they can't pin anything on us.

We've done nothing.

But all you terrorist groups

get finished off in short order!

What in the hell would I do

with your explosives? Eat them?

You'll find the suitcase in this locker.

Go blow yourselves up!

- You left, just like that!

- I'm late.

Will you give me a call tonight?

An old woman like me...

You could pay a little more attention!

Call me tomorrow?

Are you leaving?

Will you call me

when you get back?

You are coming back?

- What happened to you?

- Nothing. I'll explain.

- Twenty minutes late!

- Okay, okay. I'm here now.

You didn't know Ramon was dead.

They're about to tell you.

He died Sunday night,

a few hours after you saw him.

His heart gave out, as they say.

Ramon wanted to go to Barcelona

to get away from the routine.

Tricked-up care,

suitcases with false bottoms.

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