Patria

HI, JOXE MARI.

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT WRITING YOU FOR A WHILE,

BUT I FINALLY MADE UP MY MIND.

I HAD ASKED CELESTE FOR HELP, OF COURSE.

Okay, Arantxa, let's go.

- HOW ARE YOU? - Up we go.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT ETA STOPPING?

Did you grab the snack I packed?

HOW DO YOU SEE IT FROM IN THERE?

I ASKED MOM TO GIVE YOU A PICTURE OF ME NOW,

BUT SHE WOULDN'T.

SHE SAYS I SHOULD WAIT,

BECAUSE YOU'RE FEELING DOWN LATELY,

AND SEEING ME LIKE THIS WOULD DEPRESS YOU.

BUT I WANT YOU TO SEE ME AS I AM NOW.

WHAT'S THE POINT OF HIDING?

I'M NOT GONNA LIE.

I'M PRETTY MESSED UP.

I NEED HELP FOR EVERYTHING,

LIKE A CHILD.

AND I'M SICK OF ALL THESE PEOPLE PUSHING ME

AND GIVING ME ADVICE AND FEEDING ME

AND JUST TRYING TO HELP ME IN GENERAL.

WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO BE ALONE AGAIN.

AND NOT HAVE TO PUT UP WITH EVERYBODY'S DISPLAYS OF PATIENCE

FOR NOT DOING THEM THE FAVOR OF DYING.

Hi, cutie.

BUT WHAT I HATE MOST IS THE FLATTERY.

"BYE, BEAUTIFUL." "HELLO, BEAUTIFUL."

I HATE IT.

Hey, Arantxa.

You look lovely today.

Ready for the exercises?

One, two and three.

- Come on.

Come on, you can do it.

Good. That's great.

I wish you could have seen her...

I HADN'T LOOKED IN THE MIRROR

EVER SINCE WHAT HAPPENED.

Don't cry about it.

There are so many things to cry about these days...

I ASKED DAD TO COVER THEM AT HOME.

I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE MYSELF, NOT EVEN IN THE STOREFRONTS.

What? I don't understand you.

I'D RATHER BE DEAD THAN UGLY,

CRIPPLED, DROOLING.

- Look at yourself? - Hmm. Hmm!

I WAS SO HOT, DAMN IT!

Well, yes, of course, let's take a look.

You're beautiful.

Come on. All right.

Come on.

Okay, let's see.

YOU HAVE YOUR PRISON AND I HAVE MINE.

MY BODY IS MINE,

I GOT SENTENCED FOR LIFE.

THERE'S ANOTHER DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND ME.

YOU'RE THERE BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID,

BUT, WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?

ONE MORE THING.

TXATO'S WIFE BITTORI IS GOING TO WRITE TO YOU.

I WOULD LIKE YOU TO ANSWER HER.

SHE'S A GOOD WOMAN.

MOM DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW.

THIS IS YOUR SISTER ASKING, WHO REMEMBERS YOU.

KISSES.

Yay!

What can I get you?

Three gin and tonics.

Hey, there. I'm Guille.

Do you dance the slow ones?

Of course not.

Should we head out? - Hmm.

Yeah, yeah.

I hope you're nicer to me next time.

Come on, leave me alone.

I have a boyfriend.

That's not true.

- How would you know? - Nerea told me.

You spying on me? - Oh, yeah.

And I knew you'd play hard to get.

But I don't care about that.

I'm not gonna give up that easily.

Come on, Nerea, we're leaving.

Bye, Jon, you hot thing.

My name's Edu.

You're fucking amazing.

Listen, that guy in the striped shirt

said you talked about me.

Yeah, Guille.

He asked me your name

and if you had a boyfriend.

I told him you wish you had one.

Why are you such a jerk?

Come on, man, I was joking.

But, seriously, he's from Renteria.

He's kinda dull but he whispered

nice things to me while slow-dancing.

Really? - Hmm.

If that's the case, then why don't you keep him?

He's not my type.

His family's from a town in Salamanca.

What's that gotta do with anything?

No, it's nothing. I don't know.

He's okay for dancing, but for more, no.

Hi. - Hey.

Come on, Arantxa.

Look at you with that silly smile. What's up?

I have a boyfriend, Mom.

From town?

Renteria.

And what's his name?

Guillermo.

Guillermo. - Hmm.

Is he in the Civil Guard?

No, he's not.

He's an administrative assistant

at the Renteria paper mill.

- Good money? - Mom, how would I know?

I haven't asked.

Ugh.

Coming.

Okay, I'm leaving. - Hey, Dad.

Hello?

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

I just told Mom.

I have a boyfriend.

Since last month.

Bring him over. I'll take him up to dinner at the club.

Does he bike?

Hmm... No, no.

- No, he doesn't bike, Dad. - Oh, well, that's okay.

Guillermo. - Guillermo, what?

Guillermo Hernandez Carrizo.

What?

- Does he speak Basque? - Not a word.

Pro-independence?

He's not really into politics.

Well, Joxe Mari is definitely not gonna like him.

What makes you think that?

But don't freak out.

All you have to do is

hang out with him here in town.

At the Arrano.

Then everybody will get used to seeing you with him.

Hmm.

- Okay. - You'll meet them, don't worry.

AUPA. AUPA.

Hello, how are you? - Good.

Guillermo. - AUPA.

What's up?

Nice to meet you. - AUPA.

- Well... - Well, good to see you.

AGUR. - AGUR.

They were really nice.

AUPA!

You guys wanna bum one?

- No, no, no. - No, that's okay.

We know it's never just one.

Okay, I'll see you guys.

- See you. - Bye, nice to meet you.

Bye.

AGUR. AGUR.

I-I'd really like to meet them.

Not yet.

Why not?

Trust me on this one.

I'll meet your parents first

and you'll meet my parents later.

Why is the order important, hmm?

What's wrong? You think they won't like me, hmm?

I shave and shower every single day.

So silly.

Mm!

- Come on, stay a little longer. - No. I can't.

It's not even that late.

Yes, it is,

and I really have to go.

You're so beautiful.

But just for the record, I still don't understand.

When you walk into my brothers' bedroom

and see the stuff on his walls,

you'll get it.

I have to go.

- I'll call you tomorrow? - Please do.

Hello.

Hey, Mom.

Mom, are you okay?

Mm-mmm.

Dad?

Ara, Ara. Come here.

What happened?

Mom saw Joxe Mari at a riot

burning a bus, and they argued.

So that's why they're upset.

Joxe Mari hit dad.

Holy shit.

Yeah.