BURGOS COURT-MARTIAL BEGINS
INTERROGATIONS BEGIN
CRUCIAL HOURS
STATE OF EMERGENCY IN GUIPUZCOA
IRUN: 7 SHOTS, POINT BLANK RANGE
POLITICAL-SOCIAL BRIGADE CHIEF MURDERED
MOURNING FOR MURDERED POLICEMAN
CULPRIT BELIEVED TO BE A MEMBER OF E.T.A.
E.T.A. EX-LEADER EXPLAINS...
...HOW DEATH OF COMMISSIONER MANZANAS WAS DECIDED
Next.
- Good afternoon. - Afternoon.
WORKS FOR UNESCO. LEFTIST FELLOW TRAVELLER. POET
Thank you.
TENSION IN GUIPUZCOA
THE WORLD AWARE
SAN SEBASTIAN: YESTERDAY, 10 P.M. GERMAN CONSUL KIDNAPPED
"HIS FATE DEPENDS ON THE BURGOS TRIAL"
SULTRY MOON
Good morning.
Right, sign here.
Here you are.
Have a good trip.
- Thanks a lot. - Thank you.
My Son!
That bloody trial!
"WHEN YOU BUY A SUITCASE, DON'T FORGET
THAT THERE ALWAYS COMES A TIME
WHEN YOU HAVE TO CARRY IT YOURSELF."
- Where does Dr. Muniente live? - In Villafria. Why?
My bosses in Paris want me to get in touch with him.
They fear what may happen to him, being such an anti-Francoist.
He'll be under surveillance. Think about that if you go see him.
I'm a poet, I work for UNESCO, I'm on holiday...
He's so famous, I imagine he'll have protection.
No one has any protection here, Juan.
Today, December 4th,
His Excellency the Head of State
turns 78.
- Hello, Juan. - How are you?
Great to see you. This is my wife Antonia...
and my daughter Ramona.
Come in.
We scientists have a valuable ally: chance.
In the Battle of the Ebro,
we had more wounded than we could see:
broken arms and legs, flesh torn by shrapnel.
The convention of the time
said wounds were seen first, then fractures,
due to lack of time.
I began applying plaster directly to small breaks made by bullets,
but as time went by and gangrene didn't appear,
I risked it on shrapnel wounds.
In World War II,
the procedure was adopted under the name
of the Muniente Procedure. Hence my fame.
Today we know that wet plaster, applied directly to the wound,
gives rise to a kind of fungus, very similar to penicillin.
So it's true:
" 'Tis an ill wind that blows no one any good".
No. Thank you.
I believe your father told me, but I'm sorry, what's your name?
Ramona.
I fell in love with a song by that name.
Ramona...
nostalgia... the Twenties...
I was young in the Twenties.
He was set on that name. What you do think of it?
Not everyone deserves that name. It's a powerful name.
Ramona.
I assure you, she does justice to that name.
Vintage 1960.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Cheers.
When did you get here?
I mean... How long have you been in Spain?
I arrived last night by plane.
I got a train to Burgos this morning,
I saw my family, but I've barely rested.
I was in Barcelona yesterday.
I came back by car via Madrid.
For now, don't tell anyone that you've seen me.
In theory I'm still in Barcelona, to be exact,
Montserrat Monastry,
where they locked up 300 Catalan intellectuals yesterday.
Perhaps you don't know about this summary trial in Burgos,
all a sham
to condemn a group of anti-Francoists to death.
I live abroad. I hardly get any news of what's happening here.
E.T.A., Basque anti-Francoists.
Some say E.T.A. may be a problem for democracy,
- if it does come. - "Each day has trouble of its own."
The main thing today is to do away with Francoism.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Will you sign it for me?
Of course.
"TO DIE OF LOVE"
- Why did you become an exile? - There are always reasons.
It wasn't so clear in my case.
"TO THE GODDESS RAMONA. JUAN VILLA."
I'm against dictatorships,
but I'm not in any political party.
You aren't, nor am I, nor are Antonia or Ramona.
In this country there are no political parties.
"Hold me in your hands."
Raise my body and all it holds inside
from the mire, from your very footprint,
from that frozen corner where you shun your dreams,
my body higher and higher, fallen from your hands,
"I want to dream, dream, dream..."
- How lovely! - Thanks a lot.
Excuse me.
Let me make myself clear.
I am in favor of E.T.A.
Give it to me. I'll do it.
It's the only organization that fights Francoism effectively.
- I'll be going. - Well then...
- Goodbye. - Thank you.
- Goodbye, Juan. - Thanks for everything.
- Where'd you get this heap from? - It's only got 60,000 km on it.
It's hired.
You might get it started, but you risk getting stranded out on the road
- at 3 a.m. - Right.
Sleep here.
- Are you sure? - Come on,
you'll have the best room in the house.
"THE FEMALE SOUL HAS SOMETHING DARK AND MYSTERIOUS ABOUT IT
THAT LENDS ITSELF TO SUPERSTITIONS."
This way.
What the hell am I doing here?
This is the night of perpetual consent,
that song you like, the drink that most arouses you,
the body you've dreamt of.
Just look at her, that's all.
"WE CAN ALL BE SOMEONE ELSE."
"My body higher, fallen from your hands,
I want to dream,
dream,
dream."
Wait.
What are you doing?
No! No! Mom! Mom!
Mom! Mom!
Just my fucking luck!
Here you are. What's the matter?
It's flooded.
Take it easy, son. It's no big deal.
I couldn't sleep. I have trouble sleeping.
Antonia on the other hand...
I fake it until she's fast asleep, then... I slip out.
We can go see Petronilla's girls.
They're charming, so provincial.
It's condoms only
and they won't let you kiss them on the mouth.
It's like jerking off, but with your hands on their tits.
Come on!
Look, Doctor, I'm sorry, but...
What? What? You're turning down my invitation?
Let's have a few drinks with those nice ladies!
I'll take you wherever you want, but you're coming back by taxi.
We'll see about coming back.
Let's go and make a toast
to Franco finally snuffing it!
Or are you one of those who want him to live for 100 years?
No... Look... I'm sorry, but I've got things to do.
What's this shit you have to do? It's three in the morning!
Go on, start her up and let's go! Step on it!
With Franco, getting smashed is all we've got left.
Long live E.T.A.!
- Have a drink. - No, thanks.
- Have a drink, damn it! - No.
Have god-damn drink!
I duck out every night.
Antonia's not a woman anymore, her time's over.
She's more worn out than a dummy shared by twins!
Ramona on the other hand...
- What do you think of my daughter? - Very nice.
She's beautiful. Isn't she?
She's only 18
and already she's a knockout, a knockout.
If anyone hurts her, I'll kill him! Whoever it is, I'll kill him!
You young people today...
It's no big deal. Your liver just can't take booze.
Cheer up!
Civil Guards... Shit.
- Put the bottle away and keep still. - Screw the police, the judges
- and anybody in a hat! - Shut up!
Stay still,
hands up and no false moves!
- Whatever you say, corporal. - I'm a sergeant.
Put your papers on the ground.
This man is drunk.
- Is he the driver? - No, sir, I am.
But you were vomiting.
I was queasy, but not from drinking.
It's Dr. Muniente. He lives in Villafria.
The communist?
- I'm not a communist! - You're a Red, it's the same thing.
- No, it's not. - Alright, alright...
Where were you going at this hour?
To a patient, it's serious.
- Oh, yes? - Yes.
- Aren't you retired? - I see friends of mine.
Alright, carry on.
Let's go back to the Monastry.
"CHICKENS ARE BIRDS
THAT HAVEN'T LEARNT HOW TO FLY."
This country is shit, Juan.
In '36 its men were like lions.
Now it's a yard full of chickens.
The only lions left are the ones they've put on trial.
It's shit, Juan.
You all go on about the war. I'm not into politics, Doctor.
I'm here for a holiday and to see my family, that's all.
Where do I leave you, Doctor?
You're not leaving me.
It's daylight and I have to return to Paris. It's orders.
You're listening to Pyrenees Radio,
- Cristina. - the only station
- Mom's asleep. - not subject to Frances censorship.
The 16 lawyers in the Burgos trial
have protested unanimously before the military court
at the judges' decision
to keep them physically in the courtroom.
...and have thus asked their lawyers
- not to continue their defense... - Cristina...
I have to go back to work right away. I'll leave the car at the station.
Please return it to Avis.
Juan. Juan!
You've only been here 24 hours!
...protests and meetings
demanding that this judicial farce in Burgos be stopped...
The girl who'd go with me to the party,
on my arm,
is you because I love you,
my sweet honey...
Doctor, Doctor... I'm leaving you here.
There's a taxi stand around the corner.
- And what are you going to do? - Go fishing.
At this hour?
Can't you see that Burgos is full of cops and Civil Guards?
- They won't let you fish! - Look, you god-damn drunk,
let's put a stop to this!
I go where I fucking want, and you get out of the car!
No! You're not deserting me! What do I tell the Civil Guard?
- Go on, go on! - No! No!
- What do you want? - To keep the night going.
But it's daytime.
I want to keep the night going,
and for us to talk, because you and I have a lot to talk about, eh?
Get out of the car. Get out!
You won't get away with it, you prick.
You think I didn't see the way you looked at Ramona?
- Right? I noticed it. - Get out.
I'm not getting out of the car!
- I don't want to! - Get out!
No!
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up!
Doctor... This is the most expensive screw I've had in my life.
I'm insane.
Hello.
- Have you got a cold? - Allergy.
I'm going to Burgos to load up, then on to Madrid.
Drop me just outside Burgos.
The court-martian proceeds
against 16 E.T.A. activists.
Yesterday was dedicated to...
Will they be sentenced to death?
I don't know. I'm not interested in politics.
I'd hang'em all.
Before we ate sardines, now we eat ham... the good kind.
...the whereabouts of the German Consul
abducted by E.T.A.
Last Tuesday night is still unknown...
Karamazov...
Ivan Karamazov...
What is the conscience? I invented it.
What does remorse consist of?
It's a habit humanity's had for seven thousand years.
Murderer.
Free ourselves of such a worry and we will be gods.
Wait, I'll see if Juan is awake.
Juan!
"A TINY SPARK PRECEDES A GREAT FLAME."
How are you?
Fine.
I don't know.
I don't know what to tell you, Ramona.
I went crazy last night.
I wanted to apologize to you for being so brutal.
I know it sounds silly, but...
I want you to know that...
I didn't want to hurt you.
You didn't hurt me.
I liked it. I want to do it again.
- How did you get here? - My mother brought me.
- Where is she? - Mom?
She's looking for Dad. Dad's disappeared.
He was very drunk. He must be at a friend's place.
Did you talk to your mother about last night?
- Did you tell her? - How can you think that?
Give me a kiss.
Juan!
- What? - What's between you and that girl?
Nothing, she wants to be a translator for UNESCO.
- Last night she asked me to help her. - You be careful.
That girl isn't what she seems.
- I had to see you. - This son of mine!
Living with people who don't even speak Spanish!
Sure, and after so many years, he doesn't remember his family.
No, I understand.
I do. I'm his mother after all.
- Any news? - We haven't found him, Maria.
I don't know what to think. I'm at my wit's end.
Ramona's inside. Do you want me to tell her?
Tell her to come out.
Juan! How could you?
Come out this instant!
Does your son know anything?
They've disappeared.
They'll have taken the back door.
Calm down, Antonia.
He'll be around somewhere.
He must be with some friends. It's not the first time.
- Did you go to the police? - I'm afraid to go.
The police, what with that trial...
What did you do last night? Did he go with you?
Did he say anything that could help to find him?
He wanted to buy me a drink, but I turned him down.
He got in the car, I couldn't stop him...
He wanted to go to Burgos, I was tired and I came home.
He asked for the car, I didn't want to because it's hired and he was...
very drunk, but...
he was so adamant,
- it was unavoidable. - Always the same.
Let's go, Ramona.
The only place I can think of is the whorehouse.
Come with me. I'm not going into a place like that alone.
Ramona...
I've never felt like this in my life.
I might've died without feeling anything like this.
Is there a price to pay for this?
- Juan! - What is it now?
Nothing. Your sister wants to talk to you.
She says it's important.
- What is it? - Some French comrades
got into the courtroom with some 8mm cameras.
- I'm editing it. Do you want to see? - Alright.
Do you also consider yourself as such,
or are you a prisoner of war?
Yes, I consider myself a prisoner of war!
And I want the protection of the Geneva Convention!
- Long live the Basque Homeland! - Hurrah!
Fascists!
- When was this? - Yesterday. In the afternoon.
- When are you leaving? - Today. Why?
- Do you want to take this? - No, count me out.
BURGOS COURT-MARTIAL SENTENCES 9 CONDEMNED TO DEATH
SIX DEFENDANTS INVOLVED
- Where does this come from? - It's a leak.
Leak? What leak?
This is a mockery. The result was known from the start.
Three of them have a double death sentence.
How can you kill a person twice? It's idiotic.
We found out more. They're going to pardon them.
Good. See you later.
Juan.
Juan!
You're acting strangely.
It's the weather. I'm used to another climate.
- Do you still have a headache? - Who said I had a headache?
This morning when you got up you said you didn't feel well.
- Don't listen to me. - That girl's screwing your head up.
You'll come to no good.
There's a cop outside asking for you.
POLICE STATION
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
Forgive us for bothering you.
Look, I'll get to the point.
We've found the body of a friend of yours. Dr. Muniente.
The famous Dr. Muniente.
It looks like an accident,
but we're obliged to verify this.
- Do you smoke? - What kind of accident?
We found his body in a car hired by you.
It seems it went out of control and plunged into the river, nearby.
What's the matter?
I'm a family friend. I had supper with them last night,
and yes, I hired the car.
Regrettably, I lent it to the doctor.
I know I shouldn't have because he was drunk.
Maybe that's why he got so obnoxious. But...
it was late, I was tired...
Anyway, I shouldn't have done it.
I must ask you some questions.
Ask away.
We understand you were the last person with the doctor.
I guess so, I don't know what he did later.
Explain in the fullest possible detail what you did last night.
I had supper with the Munientes.
I went to leave after midnight but the hire car wouldn't start.
The doctor invited me to stay at his house, I stayed,
but I couldn't sleep.
I decided to try to start the car again.
Do you recall what time that was?
Around 2:30 or 3 in the morning.
Carry on, please.
I managed to start the car, and just then, Dr. Muniente appeared.
He was a little... he was very drunk.
He got in the car before I could stop him.
He asked me to take him to Burgos. I couldn't refuse.
You humor drunk people like you would crazy people.
What happened then?
On the way,
I don't know why, but not because of drinking,
I felt sick, nauseous.
I had to stop the car in order to throw up.
A couple of Civil Guards appeared and asked us for our papers.
A bit later, we got to my place, the doctor asked to borrow the car.
Again I couldn't refuse, which I regret now,
but he was so wound up, so obnoxious, acting strangely...
The Civil Guard approached you at 3:50.
Did the doctor tell you where he was going?
Confidentially,
I think it was to a house of prostitution. I can't recall the name.
I got into bed, I read,
and turned out the light at 8 sharp.
I remember that because I counted the church bells.
The forensic scientist says
the doctor died around 7 a.m. What were you doing at that time?
I was in bed, reading. I told you.
Did the doctor commit suicide?
I can't find a motive.
But it doesn't look like an accident either.
I suppose you have nothing else to add?
No, nothing else to add.
Don't leave town without telling us.
Thanks.
Will you lend me your car?
- Where are you going? - I have to go to the funeral parlor.
- Thanks. - Juan.
What did that policeman say? Did he ask about the trial?
No, only about the doctor and the accident.
Then don't worry. The only important thing now is the trial.
Relax, they don't give a damn about Dr. Muniente's death.
He'd had a few too many.
But he often did when he went to Burgos to see his friends.
No wonder they tell you not to drink and drive.
- But he took no notice. - Take it easy.
Excuse me.
I'm an orphan, Juan! I'm an orphan!
- Take it easy. - I'm suffocating,
I need to breathe. Get me out of here.
We're being reckless.
They think you're like a big brother to me.
The police came.
- What did they want? - They asked me and Mom questions.
They wanted to know what time you and Dad left.
- And what did you say? - We didn't know.
Come on, we have to finish what we started the other day.
You're going to drive me nuts, Ramona.
Good afternoon.
I'd like you to come down to the station, please.
My condolences, Miss Muniente.
Go inside.
"THE TRUTH AWAITS YOU,
LIES COME TO YOU."
"Bitter winds spin around me,
blackened hands scratch at my soul,
the shadows have teeth and they bite..."
- I assume you understand this. - Yes.
Look, pal, I'll be straight with you.
I think 90 per cent of what you told us is true,
but the remaining 10 bothers me.
Silence is my trump card. I'll deny everything.
I notice there are more of your prints in the car than the doctor's:
on the wheel, the gearstick...
I drove most of the time.
How do you know how long the doctor drove?
You idiot, don't talk any more than you have to.
It looks like his hands were positioned
in order to leave prints.
The forensic guy says the body has a bruise on the nape of its neck,
as if he were punched.
You're not suggesting I killed him?
Look, I have the nagging feeling that you did.
But I can't prove it,
above all because I can't find a motive.
Right then,
you seem like a cultured man, brilliant,
with an important job at UNESCO.
Now you return to your homeland
at a very sensitive time for the country...
On holiday.
Yeah, sure, on holiday.
You've got no record,
you're well-connected with intellectuals,
you're not politically tainted.
Why would you kill a drunken, retired doctor?
Unless...
the doctor knew about the special relationship
between you and Miss Muniente.
I don't know what you're getting at.
She's gorgeous, isn't she?
A very important person wants to speak to you.
- Do you know who I am? - I don't have that pleasure.
Lt. Col. José Antonio Tristán de La Rosa.
- Doesn't that mean anything to you? - No, I'm sorry.
- Sure, since you live in Geneva... - In Paris.
Who cares?
I'm Chief Controller, Military Justice.
My immediate superior is the President.
Right.
You're mixed up in some very serious business.
Very serious, my good man. Very serious.
I'll make this clear to you.
We know you killed Dr. Muniente.
I didn't kill anyone.
We prove what we want to prove.
Don't go thinking we're in Geneva.
- Paris. - That's it.
My friend, I maintain
that we know you killed him.
This is not a supposition. We have ways of making you confess.
I'd like to put it another way,
but we've no time to waste on you.
What I mean is...
It's a pity
that a person of your standing is involved in such a foul murder.
We expect a great deal from you.
We don't have a surplus of learned men, untainted by ideology.
What do you mean?
What I mean is that we're interested in you.
Your record is impeccable,
your job is first-class, at UNESCO,
and you're in Spain to write a report
on Human Rights and other crap.
- I came on holiday, I told you. - To come out with it,
confess and we can make a deal.
Put it that nicely and I'll end up confessing to something I didn't do.
Look... You say you're being clear but I don't understand a thing.
I'm saying that if you confess we can make a deal.
We're interested in you, not that drunken commie.
I maintain that I didn't kill anyone.
I realize you're flustered.
We'll get down to brass tacks.
This morning
we searched your mother's house,
but not for you, for your sister.
Your little sister, who's also a commie.
Or didn't you know?
We didn't find what we were looking for.
Nor does you know what we were looking for. Fine.
Confess,
and you walk out of here a free man, but...
you will help us find what we're after.
How? It's very simple.
You tell your sister you'll act as a courier
and then you hand the film to us, as well as,
and allow me to emphasize this,
a statement against the E.T.A. murderers.
We'll dictate this statement word for word
and take care of its distribution
in the press, on radio and TV.
What do you think?
Is it clear now?
Yes. And if I don't confess?
If you don't confess, we'll make you confess,
and you'll be a convicted criminal, a confessed murderer.
I didn't kill anyone. And I'm not cooperating.
I get the impression that, above all,
you don't want to be a murderer.
Name?
Juan.
- First surname? - Villa.
- Second surname? - Márquez.
Personal items.
- Father's name? - Jesús.
- Mother's name? - Ana Maria.
Watch.
Date of birth?
August 25th...
...1931. - Tie.
Residence?
Saint Laurent Street...
Saint... Laurent,
24, 6C, Paris.
Belt, please.
Marital status?
Single.
Shoelaces.
Think, mon ami, think.
They wouldn't dare.
Don't go thinking we're in Geneva.
Paris.
Fuck!
I won't confess. I won't confess, I won't confess...
Ramona...
Fuck!
Satan! You've come along just to fuck up my life!
Come closer.
- What is it? - For now, you're getting out.
But first I want a little chat.
Did you find the murderer?
Don't try to be funny. You're the murderer.
What are you laughing at?
You're a wonder, my friend. Come with me.
Miss Muniente says you spent that night in bed with her.
The Civil Guards say they saw you with the doctor
at 3:50 a.m.
A truck driver swears you boarded his truck just after 7,
but that little honey
says you came back to her room and you both
saw her father, totally drunk, go off in the car.
Don't make it hard on yourself.
Listen to the Colonel.
My love! My love! My love, my love...
- Juan, what did you do? - Ramona!
Come on.
- Let's go. Come on, Ramona. - I told them the truth,
that you were with me all night,
- that we're in love! - Let's just go.
We'll see what happens.
You got away by the skin of your teeth.
You know that?
Let's go.
You have to rest.
DEATH OF DR. MUNIENTE POLICE INTERROGATE JUAN VILLA
Juan? Are you awake?
It's 11 o'clock.
You've been asleep for over 10 hours.
Congratulations, you made the front page.
Here you are.
- Where's Mom? - In her room, crying.
I'm free of all suspicion.
- There's no sugar. - All Burgos is talking about it.
They've even forgotten the trial. Everyone's asking questions.
- Like what? - They don't understand.
I mean, we don't understand why Ramona lied to get you off.
- She didn't lie. - Oh, no?
That girl's crazy. She's a tart, everyone knows it.
She's sick, a prickteaser, insatiable.
She's becoming a major slut.
At her age she's had affairs with several older men,
one of them 55 years old. Nothing to say?
Incredible.
A teenager, Juan! Barely a kid and she's hyper-developed,
rotten to the core, that's what you've got.
- You idiot. - Yeah, she gets me hot alright.
Hold on!
She arouses me so much, I lose all control.
And I must admit that fucking her is fantastic.
But she hasn't turned 18!
Yes, she has. Idiot!
By the way, they didn't search the house because of me.
They were looking for that little film of yours.
You think we're stupid?
The film is where it should be. Let them search all they like!
Tell your pals to destroy it. They threatened to torture me!
If they do, then spill it.
You don't know anything they don't know.
Yes?
The phone, it's for you!
- Who is it? - That slut. Who else?
Yes?
Okay.
She's at a friend's place. She wants a lift to Villafria.
Let me have your car.
Please.
On my hands and knees.
Thanks.
If you're lucky, you'll just get crabs!
God... God... God...
That's enough!
I spent all day at a friend's place
because the mood at home is unbearable.
My mother just cries and cries.
She'll be like that for the rest of her life.
I was dying to see you.
I rang several times but they said you were asleep.
Your mother doesn't like me.
Your sister either.
Ramona, we have to have a very serious talk.
- About what? - Well...
About what happened.
- A lot of things have happened. - I don't want to talk about that.
It's important that we do talk.
- Why don't you want to? - I just don't want to.
- Right, where do I take you? - Wherever you like.
Someplace where we can look at each other, and do it.
"LOVE ME WHEN I LEAST DESERVE IT,
BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN I REALLY NEED lT."
- Pull over. Right there. - No. Not today.
I want it.
I want it now.
Those aren't balls. What are they, olives?
No, no.
No, not today! I'm tired!
I haven't slept for two days!
That's not true. You slept all day.
Don't be angry, Ramona.
Please, try to understand.
Make the effort.
A lot of things have happened and... I can't take all this.
Fuck me, my love. Fuck me.
More, more, more!
I hate you, you whore.
You whore... I hate you.
What happened?
Did the kitty get mad?
Come in.
Sit down.
Go right ahead.
I want to confess.
Hold on a moment.
Colonel, can you come in for a moment, please?
- Look, I... - Just a moment.
Will you sign it for me?
You can speak now.
I confess to the murder of Dr. Muniente.
And also of her daughter.
Well, that's news.
Now it turns out he did away with the daughter too.
Only the mother to go...
and you'll have wiped out the whole family.
Tell me...
How did you kill the girl?
Throw her in the river with a rock around her neck?
- No, I strangled her. - You don't say!
I expected more of you.
Come on, we get the picture,
you're a hardened killer.
You want to knock off every commie in Burgos.
Go on, get on home.
- Let's go! - Go on, didn't you hear the Colonel?
And say thanks to your sister,
she brought us the film herself.
On the condition that we let you keep your seat in UNESCO.
Yes, go back to your usual bullshit.
We've got what we want now.
Thanks to you.
And your little sister.
Attention, Spaniards.
Attention, friends of Spain all over the world.
Attention, Basque people.
The 6 young Basques
condemned to death in the Burgos trial have been pardoned.
Europa Press, in a newsflash
announced that the death sentences were commuted
at a quarter to 7, Spanish time...
- You betrayed your friends. - I saved you.
When I gave them the film, I already knew about the pardon.
This time, we won.
...sentenced to death by court-martial,
have been spared...
TWO MONTHS LATER
"WE ARE ABOUT TO WAKE UP,
WHEN WE DREAM WE ARE DREAMING."
"Distant, Desired"
"Desired, distant,
yet so close, almost within my grasp.
Your body offered to the passer-by as if fruit from the tree,
with the marks of other teeth, but laden with juice,
of smouldering moistness,
born for my thirst,
horizontal in the sky,
your skin smouldering, your hair alive,
coursing all over your reclining body,
born for my thirst,
body of evil, unblemished, on fire,
impenetrable, I see you in my sleep,
above all, your reclining body,
horizontal on the horizon, perfect flesh,
offered, and my heart runs...
and my heart runs
all over your reclining body,
from your skin to my skin, an eternal journey...
Ray of moist light,
daughter of time without beginning,
eternal thread of life,
fulfil my yearnings without delay.
Ray of moist light,
after everything, before...
My death desires to be yours,
it is for me the core of your body,
later, never...
MAN IS NOT TRULY ONE, BUT TRULY TWO.
I SAY TWO, BECAUSE THE STATE OF MY OWN KNOWLEDGE...
DOES NOT PASS BEYOND THAT POINT.