Patria

EPISODE 2 MEETINGS

How often do I have to tell you not to bring creatures home?

Coming.

Why are you here so early? I haven't started cooking.

I had an appointment close by so I can take your blood now.

So you don't have to go to hospital tomorrow.

Okay.

But try not to hurt me like last time, okay?

Always complaining...

Hi kitty. Are you taking care of mom?

-This cat has beautiful eyes. -You always say the same thing.

I don't know if your sister's coming to lunch or not. She never calls...

She's back from London with her "good for nothing" husband.

-Her husband has a name, Mom. -I can't stand him.

-I call him "Cantstandhim". -Close your fist, please.

Maybe Nerea called and you weren't home.

I called yesterday and the day before but you didn't answer.

I came early to make sure you were okay.

So why didn't you come earlier?

I knew where you were and where you'd been recently.

I know you've gone back to town.

I'm not going to ask why you went back. It's your hometown.

But if you do shake up past events, I'd appreciate a heads up.

I don't have to tell you anything. This is my life.

We're all a part of that story, Mom.

-Xabi, are you okay? -Something's wrong with my dad.

-Wait, I'll go with you. -No, no. I have to run.

Dad...

Dad...

-Stop! You can't go in. -I'm her son.

Mom! Mom!

Mom.

I don't need an injection, I can calm down by myself.

What happened?

Txato is dead, so get your head around it.

-Did they tell you? -No,

but I saw him.

His head was open.

-Txato is gone. -Did they take him to the hospital?

Yes, but it's useless.

Poor Nerea, when she hears...

We should call her.

The number for her flat is in the drawer. Call her.

Okay.

Can I fix you something to eat?

Of course not.

You're sure dad wasn't breathing when they took him?

-Hello? -Hello.

I'm Nerea's brother,

-the girl upstairs. -The student?

-Yes, that one, yes. -Okay.

-If you could give her a message. -Sure. What is it?

-Tell her to call home. -Say it's urgent.

-It's urgent. -I'll let her know.

-Thank you, sir. -Goodbye.

-Mom, did you call the ambulance? -No, I didn't call anyone.

It came out of nowhere, with all the sirens on.

A neighbor must've called.

Answer it, it must be Nerea.

Hello?

Fuck you, Txato.

It wasn't her, huh?

Let's not answer the phone.

What if it's Nerea? Or the hospital?

Wait.

-Aránzazu Hospital. -Hi, it's Doctor Lertxundi.

-Can you put me through to the ER? -Yes, one moment.

-ER. -Hi, it's Xabi Lertxundi.

-It's Santos. -Hi, how are you? What's up?

The truth is, when he got here, he was already...

Well, I think... I think he didn't have to come through here.

They arrived.

-Hi. -Hi mom.

What happened? Your husband doesn't like paella?

Quique's gone, I'll explain later.

-Hi, Xabier. -You broke up again.

We didn't break up, Mom. We've separated.

-It makes no difference. -No.

Whatever.

-Do you need help with something? -No.

Ignore her, you know how she is.

There's an extra plate.

-Anything else? -No, that's it. How much?

Let's see, filets for breading, meat for stock, eggs, and chicken breasts.

That'll be 11,50.

-Morning. -Morning, Miren.

And that makes twenty. Thank you and goodbye.

Have you seen? She's got a plant.

She can do what she wants, it's her house.

I need a large whole chicken. I've people for lunch.

All the peace they asked for in the protests and the papers,

but when they've got it, they come running back to screw it over.

-Is that okay? -Great.

All they talk about is peace and apologizing to victims.

Who's apologizing to us? Or isn't he a victim?

Damn the apologies, it was all pointless in the end.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Tell Gorka to show up,

I can't remember what he looks like.

-Don't worry about it. -Okay. Thank you.

-Bye. -Bye.

Those flowers are crap...

When it gets colder, she better put them inside or they'll die.

Miren, Miren.

-Did you hear that she's back? -Yes, I know.

She even put out some flowers. Is she going to stay here forever?

-I don't know. And what about you? -What about us?

-Your son is doing great in Mexico. -Doing great?

Without him, Joxe Mari and Jokin would be here. Maybe in trouble,

but at home.

Koldo was smart, first he ratted out and then he fled.

Ratted out? My son was tortured and almost killed.

-Don't forget that. -I remember perfectly.

-You remember what suits you. -Whatever... Goodbye.

Let's go.

Later we went to those gardens.

Kew Gardens, beautiful. I'll show you pictures later.

How have you been?

Alright.

Hey, can you not tell mom about that thing you mentioned.

What thing?

Nothing, just something small. It's delicious.

I've decided to participate in a meeting in prison with an ETA inmate.

I talked with a mediator, a very nice woman.

I'm telling you because I don't like going behind your backs. I guess...

you'll be against it.

What do you hope to achieve?

I don't know. I don't even know who I'm meeting.

I only know one thing. I want one of them to know

what they did and what we've been through.

What you've been through, you mean.

Yeah.

And after?

I'll listen to what he has to say.

Do you expect him to apologize?

I don't know.

The mediator says the participants have had a good experience.

No one regretted doing it.

She promised absolute discretion, the press won't know about it.

Do as you wish.

I'm not convinced by the idea of talking to a random killer.

I might go and look into the eyes of the one who killed your dad.

There are a few things I'd say to him.

But a random one, no.

What do you think?

Did the cat get your tongue?

I think it's a very personal matter.

After the meeting, I think I'll move to another city.

I don't know which. Maybe abroad.

I have to go.

I'm watching the soccer match and I want to go by the hospital first.

-Don't you want dessert? -No.

Delicious paella. Bye.

-Bye. -Bye.

Any thoughts on what I said?

You're old enough to know what to do.

Would you rather me end up like my brother?

What's wrong with him?

He's the saddest man I know.

What the hell do you know about sadness?

Xabier told me you're going to town every day and I think it's great.

You must be searching for something, same as me.

I'm not searching, I'm going to my house.

Can't I go to my house anymore? Maybe it bothers you too.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Welcome to Sunday Mass.

Today we'll be sharing about how Jesus, in the Gospel,

talks to us about something we're not used to hearing.

Something that is in the Bible...

What is she doing here? Are you on our side or theirs?

...in the priests' current homilies.

It's about God's rights

and, therefore, our duties.

Duties like harmony,

reconciliation...

and peace.

Now that peace seems to have arrived to our land,

it's time to set aside our pride.

We mustn't let it take over our heart

because, let's not fool ourselves,

there's no better way to go back

than to forget the wrongs...

and offer our brothers in Christ forgiveness,

friendship and communion, as in today's parable...

of the fruitless fig tree,

where God explains that we must be patient.

Before London you said you wouldn't talk with any terrorist.

And now you changed your mind.

"Every man for himself", Nerea.

You think I'm selfish, right?

Have you thought that by doing it others may suffer?

You might think mom doesn't care,

-but her face said it all. -Did it?

I don't know how you saw that when your eyes were fixed on your plate.

You're stuck. Both of you.

You and mom are stuck in a pit, and grief is eating you up.

And I refuse.

That's why I want to talk to him and tell him: "You're a killer.

This is what you've done to me and these are the consequences."

And after, I want to leave and go to a place where no one knows me,