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THE GOOD NEWS
Right.
21-21.
Don't think I'm going to let you win.
Talking will drain your energy.
I haven't played for a year.
Why do you think I sent you to Rome?
Never trust a left-handed player!
It's a question of knack.
Which is precisely what you're going to need from now on.
I bet you're ready for a bit of action.
You can say that again.
Good, because I've got
a very special parish for you.
How special?
The most special one there is.
Alzania?
Better get packing, your train leaves tomorrow.
Tomorrow? But I can't.
I've got the seminary classes, and lots of things to do.
Let's see,
young man.
You've written me twenty letters
begging for an opportunity like this, so no excuses!
Go to the village, take up your position in the parish
and put all you learned at the Vatican into practice.
I'd love to, but... with all due respect,
I don't see what's so urgent.
The priest has fallen out with the whole village,
especially with the Mayor.
A socialist. So it's time to put a bit of order in the henhouse.
The sooner the better.
That's a whole lot of responsibility for sure.
I have every confidence in your abilities.
Have you any particular instructions for me?
I will give you a very useful piece of advice.
Go to Alzania, and try to make them understand,
without actually saying it, that if they're left-wing,
the new priest is the "reddest" of them all. Do you understand?
Yes, yes, I understand.
I'll go and pack my bags. I don't have much time.
Here. A gift.
You've already given me the best gift there is.
For Miguel, my spiritual son and exceptional pupil.
May the Gospel light you in taking the Good News of Christ Resurrected
to all hearts.
How young the priest is...
The new one!
I'm sure you sing very well.
Him? He's fantastic.
So I hope to see you at mass on Sunday.
Me, in church?
If it ever collapses, I won't get trapped inside.
Have a nice day.
- Goodbye. - Right.
If priests and monks only knew the beating
we were going to give them, they'd climb up into the choir singing:
"Freedom, freedom, freedom." If priests and monks only knew....
- Father Miguel? - Yes?
I'm sorry we didn't come to meet you at the station.
I'm Benita, the sacristan,
and this is my youngest son, Fermin.
Isn't this all a bit run-down?
Well, we'll certainly not die of hunger.
Sorry about the mess.
I'll throw all this out.
No, just leave it. I'll find a use for some of it.
Father Babil left without warning me and I haven't had time to clean.
Did he leave anything for me?
- A note? - No, nothing.
No matter.
How's the soap situation?
I'd like this all to be spick-and-span by Sunday.
But at this rate...
One can only do so much.
I know, Benita, I know.
Do you know anyone who would lend us a hand?
This is a hotbed of atheists. You don't know where they've sent you.
Benita, I'm young, but not stupid.
I'll talk to my niece Margari.
She's very religious, from a good family...
though she's married to a leftist.
Good morning.
Well, what an honour!
Let me introduce myself. I'm Hugo, Benita's eldest.
Ah, yes. Your mother is being a great help to me.
What can I get for you?
Candles, that kind there.
How many?
A dozen. No, two.
I saw the welcome you got from those guys.
The ones with the accordion.
They were in good spirit.
Don't worry, Father, we'll do what we have to
- to protect you. - Protect me? From who?
Who else?
The Communists, the atheists,
the ones who burn churches...
In Navarre?
When has a church ever been burned here?
Only because we've been here.
Don't worry about me, but thanks anyway.
Mark my words. Something's about to happen here,
something big, and this time it's serious.
If you say so...
But what am I saying?
I bet you know more than me.
- I'll see you tomorrow at mass. - Of course.
- Goodbye. - See you tomorrow.
God willing.
NO BALL GAMES
Who's going to take it off me then?
It's like a miracle.
- Let me, Father Miguel. - Thank you, Benita.
- This is my niece, Margari. - At your service.
How do you do?
I don't know how to thank you for your kindness.
My husband and I would be delighted to have you over for dinner tonight.
I had planned to see the Mayor first, a question of courtesy...
The Mayor doesn't come to the church much.
But if it's any use, I'm the school mistress and my husband's the doctor.
In that case...
At nine then.
You didn't say where you live.
Ask for the schoolteacher's house.
Death to the liberals!
We're going to do it big style this time, granddad.
Look.
They smell great.
It's vaseline, Fermin. Just in from Italy.
For God,
our Country and the King.
- Our parents fought... - #For God, our Country and the King... #
Dinner's ready!
.... we shall also fight
Dinner!
We're coming.
That's it.
Go for the other now.
- Thanks. - That's all right.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Bye, Remigio.
Antonino, Father Miguel is here.
This way.
How are you?
Fine. I imagined you to be older, with an angrier aspect.
- Sorry to disappoint you. - Oh, please.
Shall we go into the garden?
- Come through. - Thank you.
So, they tell me
you're fresh from Rome.
Even now I waken thinking I'm still there.
Have you seen the Pope close up, Father Miguel?
Yes, several times.
I've only seen him in photos.
My wife's family is very religious. Diehard
- Carlist supporters. - And proud of it too.
I'd be happy to help in the parish any way I can.
Thank you.
And are you a believer?
I go to mass on Sundays if that's what worries you.
Sorry for having been so direct.
I wouldn't have married him otherwise.
But her parents didn't want to see their daughter
married to an outsider. And a socialist to boot.
But so as not to make an enemy out of the doctor, they gave in.
And here I am,
married to you. And there's no going back.
Right, Father?
Dinner's on the table.
- Need anything else? - No, thank you.
You can go now.
You won't see her at mass
but she never misses a dance.
I'd like to make a toast
to the village of Alzania. And its parishioners,
whom I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting.
- To health and the Republic. - Antonino, please!
Always on about politics. The right wing this, the right wing that...
- He's a real pain. - Please accept my apologies.
No, not at all.
I'm interested to know what happens in the village.
In that case you should know that your predecessor
- wasn't particularly popular. - So I've heard.
- And why is that? - He was always
- telling off people from the pulpit. - Half of
the local kids haven't been christened.
And that drives
the right-wing mad. That, divorce
- and civil marriages. - And you lot have forbidden
processions, and religion at school. That's not right either.
Who's forbidden religion at school?
- Me? - Your kind.
You can see how things are. If you're not with one side
you're with the enemy.
I don't believe in sides. The parish is neutral territory.
Like Switzerland.
So when is the christening?
In the autumn.
Hello.
I've never seen you so chatty with a priest.
- Really? - No.
Aren't you pleased we got on so well?
Yes, I just find it strange.
Look at the nuns.
Good morning, sisters!
Looking for honey?
This is sweeter.
I've come to think high,
feel deeply, and speak clearly.
To think high. At the same height as God.
To feel deeply, in my own flesh,
assuming as my own the sadness and joy of your hearts.
And to speak clearly.
Because looking down from such a height and feeling so deeply,
it's impossible to be quiet
My intention is to bring you the Good News of the Revived Christ,
and I hope to have the chance to be with each one of you,
day by day, in the small things of life.
Some will say the new priest is an inexperienced youngster,
and they won't be completely wrong. But I hope
to make up for my lack of experience with my enthusiasm
and my deep faith in the Gospel.
Who was the man who left during mass?
- The Mayor. - Not for long.
What's going on here?
Move!
Come on!
That truck,
Jimeno!
The Socialist headquarters!
To the Town Hall!
Keep your eyes peeled, eh?
Watch those balconies!
Come on!
Where are the Carlist forces around here?
That flag down!
Down with the Republic!
Come on, hurry up!
Hold on, Fermin.
Stay close to me.
- Do we agree, Don Lucas? - Yes.
- Good afternoon. - Godd afternoon.
- Viva Espa�a! - Welcome.
Thank you.
I need a couple of men for the morning run.
Hernandez! Sancho!
Go with these gentlemen.
- Welcome, Don Lucas. - Hello.
Let's go!
Come on!
We have to get out right away.
Yes, but do it calmly.
Bye.
Long live Spain!
"MOTHER" BY V. PUDOVKIN
Fermin.
- What are you up to? - Serving my country.
Guns aren't a kid's game! Come here.
- Here's to the clergy! - Cheers!
- Christ the King! - Cheers!
My altar boy doesn't need this.
But Spain does.
Father Miguel, the new priest.
Pleased to meet you. I don't understand, Father.
You should be pleased.
Pleased? Why?
When you're scattering my flock?
Don't worry, we're here to put all of the sheep in the pen.
Whether they want to go or not.
Have a drink with us, Father.
No, thank you.
I have nothing to celebrate.
What's the matter with him?
Navarre is on its feet, like a single man,
in defence of Christian values,
in close embrace with the Army, the Carlist Militia and the Falangists,
to enthusiastically cheer Spain and General Mola.
Antonino.
Switch it off!
What are you doing?
The same as everyone else, heading for the hills.
Come back to bed, darling.
Tomorrow I'll talk to my cousin and we'll fix things.
They won't dare touch the doctor.
These guys don't forgive.
Don't worry.
This will all be sorted out in a few days.
If you go out of that door, don't come back!
I've got to go.
Be very careful, my son.
Behave yourself.
My condolences.
Who did it?
Outsiders I suppose. We had nothing to do with it.
Hugo...
I need the gravedigger.
That's him there.
My dearest Bishop.
Things have changed so much in a very short time
that I am no longer certain of my mission in this parish.
My flock is scattered.
Please send me new instructions.
Meanwhile, I will continue to serve the weakest,
like Our Lord Jesus Christ. Looking forward to your reply,
Miguel.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
I wonder if you could christen them.
- All of them? - Yes.
Just like that?
Otherwise the Falangists will shave our heads.
It's not that we've suddenly gained faith.
The king of the ball. You too?
- What's your name? - Remigio.
We've got nothing to pay you with.
It doesn't matter. Wait for me in the porch in 10 minutes.
All right. Come on.
It's freezing cold!
Have you ever seen a christening without a feast?
Come and eat.
Remigio...
and...
who else?
Me.
You can go and play in there.
And don't break anything.
Come on.
- I'll go. - Thank you.
I'm sorry. I know you've not come to the church of your own will.
- Thief, give me that! - Benita, what are you doing?
Look.
I try to look after the house, and for what?
So that this bunch can fill it with lice?
- Lousy yourself. - Calm down.
- Please! - Holier than thou!
Either they go,
or I go. You decide.
These ladies stay.
And you should have a bit more Christian charity.
These things didn't happen with Father Babil.
We've got to behave like tramps, begging for a piece of bread!
We can do something about that.
Remigio,
would you like to be my assistant?
Altar boy?
No way! It's bad enough to have been christened.
He could eat here every day.
And earn a little money.
Not much, but it's a start.
One mouth less to feed, silly.
I don't know...
What do you think?
Do you want to go out there, dressed like a clown!
Attention! Eyes right!
The priest says he wants to talk to you.
Excuse me, duty calls.
Come in.
You wanted to see me?
Close the door, please, Remigio.
I won't beat about the bush. The Falangists are encroaching
upon things that are my responsibility.
Excuse me?
I don't tell you how to run your headquarters,
and who are you to make people be christened or threaten women?
Do you think that Jesus went around intimidating people?
With all due respect,
I won't bow to you just because you wear a cassock.
I'm not like those Carlists with their "bullet-stoppers"
and field masses.
Who said you could play the inquisitor?
I'm only obeying orders.
But I'll tell you one thing.
I think you priests have far too much power in this country.
Although, for the moment you can help us win the war.
Don't count on me for any wars.
Fine.
From now on, each to his own business.
It's better that way.
Please.
Coming!
Good evening, Father.
Good evening.
Can I talk to you?
At this time?
It's about something that's eating me up inside.
The three men you found...
It was you?
And you took communion this morning.
I want to confess.
Come in.
Sit down.
The Captain summoned us,
and said, "Right,
I need some brave Falangists."
We all took a step forward.
He said we had to go out and kill a few reds.
I said, "Just like that?"
And he shouted,
"Falangists don't ask questions! Falangists obey orders!"
And we obeyed.
That night,
we saw the doctor with two men.
All three were on the list
Halt!
Long live the Republic!
We had orders to leave the bodies near the village, where people
could see them. To scare the shit out of them.
The veterans say you get used to such things...
If I wasn't sworn to confessional secrecy, I'd turn you in now.
I do what I'm told. It's not my fault.
If you don't feel guilty, why did you come?
But before we killed them, we told them they could pray.
To make their peace with God.
Tell me we did the right thing.
Good morning.
Morning, cousin.
About time you showed yourself.
Give me a quarter of rice.
Have you seen the price?
Good Lord!
The troops have to be fed, so everything's rationed.
We have to eat something.
Margari, why don't you come and live with us?
Thanks, but I'll manage.
It's not right for a young widow
about to give birth to be living alone.
It's all right.
How much is it?
Take this.
No, really.
Thank you.
Think about what I said.
Hello.
Good morning.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
At ease!
Well, who have we here?
It's the apple of the Bishop's eye.
What's all this?
We're off to the front.
And you?
I've come to talk to His Grace.
Well, you'd better get in the queue.
He's with Cardinal Goma, no less.
Anyway, Miguel, I have to go.
Pleased to see you.
Sorry, the Bishop's very busy.
It's important.
Then you'd better write him a letter.
- Where's the picture of the Pope? - I took it down.
Why?
It's those who defend religion who killed my husband.
Is that why you don't come to mass now?
What's the point? God seems to have turned his back on me.
No, Margari, don't drag God into this.
And them? Aren't they dragging God into this war?
It's one thing what the Cardinals say,
and another what the Gospel says.
When I think that my husband's killers go to mass on Sundays,
it makes me feel sick...
- If I only knew who did it! - No, Margari.
- Don't go down that road... - Excuse me, father.
Who are you to tell me what to do?
I hardly know you.
I don't even know whose side you're on.
I'm on the side of those who suffer. Don't doubt it for a minute.
Listen to me, Margari.
We've got to believe in the Gospel.
In the word of Christ.
I need to see you in church.
I've lost any faith I had.
I beg you to have faith in me.
What's the point of religion?
So that you can live in hope.
My mother doesn't want me to do my Confirmation.
- And you, do you want to? - Me yes.
Because they give you sweets, and other gifts.
Sure, but first you've got to learn to be a good Christian.
And why can't we eat meat on Fridays?
What if you're starving and you've only got meat to eat?
If you're very hungry, you eat meat on Thursday.
Why can't priests get married and have children?
That's enough for today. Go home.
- Can I take a bit? - Take it all
and give your mother my regards.
Sewing is
for women!
TEXTILE COOPERATIVE
- 30 for the dart. - For medium?
Yes, then we'll take off 2 cm.
And 72 for the sleeve length.
Arantza.
Don't get yourself into trouble with this cooperative stuff.
If Franco needs uniforms, someone has to sew them.
At least that way we can get by, which is what matters.
Working for the enemy.
No, Resu, working to be able to feed your children.
Father Miguel, I don't know If I can.
Of course you can, it's nothing but a rag.
Fancy studies in Rome,
but you're a useless gardener.
Welcome to the convent.
To what do I owe the honour?
The nuns have offered to give the religion class.
I thought
my pupils deserve something better than the nuns.
Why don't you come and teach them?
What's wrong with the nuns?
Nothing, but I'd prefer you to come.
In that case...
It's a deal then.
I'd like to apologise
for having been so hard on you.
- No, really... - And to say
that I appreciate what you're doing for the women,
the cooperative and all that...
At last my studies have come in useful.
You're not?
The baby?
Can you take me home?
Slowly now.
Is that it?
Don't worry. Everything is going fine.
Arantza, more water.
Father Miguel, you can go in now.
How beautiful.
It's a girl.
Would you like to hold her, Father Miguel?
Hello!
I've sewn on the buttons.
Thanks. But you really needn't. I get help from the nuns.
It keeps me busy.
If you're bored, help me with lunch on Sunday.
Is the Bishop coming for lunch?
Yes. At last I'm going to talk to him.
What's this?
Do you know what we call that in the clergy?
A "sinner's suit".
As if we were angels just because we wear cassocks.
- Shall I iron it? - No, I don't intend to wear it.
Everyone's ready for Confirmation class.
Thanks. Tell them I'll be right down.
Come on, everyone into the church!
Come on!
Remigio!
Go on.
Fascist planes dropped incendiary bombs on the towns
of Gernika and Durango.
razing to the ground everything in their way,
while the defenceless population went about its everyday chores.
Gernika, sacred town of the Basques,
which was holding its traditional Monday market,
has been completely destroyed by the flames.
GERNIKA BLITZED
- Hurrah for the Bishop! - Hurrah!
Congratulations, Father Miguel.
You've done an excellent job with these youngsters.
Thank you, Your Grace.
Father Miguel.
Now, let's celebrate.
Delicious.
These beans are out of this world.
Margari helps me now.
You're a better cook than your aunt.
Thank you.
So...
what's new around here?
- Nothing, except the uniform. - With this unification, we Carlists
- have come off poorly. - You always come off
poorly, especially at cards.
What's the food like on the front?
I didn't go after all.
My young brother is fighting in Bizkaia.
Sit down and join us for coffee.
I insist.
Thank you.
Miguel,
you haven't told us why your sacristan left.
It seems that she didn't like my sermons.
Here we go.
Neither do I. Particularly when they're aimed
- directly at me. - Miguel's always been
a bit of a rebel.
- For instance, at the seminary... - I only preach the Gospel.
Charity,
- forgiveness... - All that stuff's fine
for you church folk,
but the National Uprising is a Holy Crusade.
That's what Cardinal Goma called it. Right, Your Grace?
Some priests don't seem to know that.
And what about Gernika?
Is that another part of the Holy Crusade?
That was a tragedy,
and that's that.
That stuff in Gernika
- was the Basques' own doing. - That's total nonsense.
Are you calling me a liar?
I heard on the radio
- that it was German planes. - Slander!
Don't believe everything you hear.
The whole world knows
- what's happening in Spain! - Calm, gentlemen.
Well, the bishops are on our side.
Right?
Official Church doctrine has always been to obey those in power.
Listen.
But it's no less true that on the day
of the uprising there was a legitimate government
in Madrid.
A Communist government, run from Moscow,
until the glorious uprising arrived to put things in their place!
I'm a widow thanks to your glorious uprising.
Don't be offended, but this is a conversation between men.
If you'll excuse me...
As you can see, the situation isn't too good, so be careful.
And above all, try to keep up appearances.
In all respects.
Knack, right?
Nun's honey. A gift from the priest.
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