01x13 - Matar o morir

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PREVIOUSLY

-Mate!
-They're going to be tortured to death.

If you truly defend
human rights and democracy,

pressure your countries to intervene
on behalf of the people.

I've said that they weren't in jail.
I don't know what my excuse could be.

Lefty loved her. He would have saved her.

I'd like you and Dalmira to come with me.

I've spent half my life
on the run, sweetie. No more.

We free Minerva Mirabal and her sisters,

but we transfer their husbands
to Puerto Plata.

I have the feeling you're
not telling me something.

-Pilar.
-Balaguer's taking office.

- Swapping out one puppet for another.
- We're here

-to k*ll the puppet master.
-Run.

Let go of me!

This story is inspired by real events.

All characters and events depicted

have been created for dramatic purposes.

Any similarity with reality
is purely coincidental.

The victims' bodies were completely
broken on the inside.

The car likely flipped over several times
before falling off the cliff.

Generalissimo, is this a good time

for a national news interview?

Yes, of course.

We're ready.

Well,

let me begin by saying
that I'm very shocked,

like many, I imagine.

According to the information
I've received,

everything seems to indicate
that this was a tragedy.

You confirm, then,
that this was an accident?

No, no, no.

There's no need to get ahead
of ourselves.

The authorities, uh, are carrying out
their investigations now.

Today, a noble Dominican family
is mourning

and we've all lost three remarkable people
in the prime of their youth.

the ROAR of the BUTTERFLIES

-Hello.
-Hello, young lady.

-Coffee, please.
-Of course.

-I need to use the restroom.
-Sure, go ahead.

Sweetie.

- Dad.
- Sweetie.

What are you doing here? You were
supposed to leave the country.

They k*lled Minerva, Dad.

They k*lled Minerva and her sisters.
I can't leave.

I know what happened.

That's why you have to get out now.

Even if I wanted to, I'm not going
to flee the country like a coward.

You're not a coward.

I couldn't do that
to the Butterflies, Dad.

Wine tasting in here!

In the church, you mentioned
a plan to assassinate Trujillo.

-I want to help.
-What do you mean? You're crazy.

I'm not. I'm the only person who can
help you get information.

Listen. In a few weeks,
this will all be over.

I won't let you put your life in danger.

-I'd never forgive myself.
-Listen to me.

I'm going to do it one way or another.

But I'd rather it be with you.

I've tortured myself countless times,
thinking:

What if I'd escaped on Kid Romero's barge
a day earlier?

What if I hadn't turned the radio on
while driving to the port?

That news broke me.

All at once, I understood the meaning of
the struggle of Minerva and her sisters,

my father, and so many people.

I returned to the oceanfront house,
ready to continue with my show,

full of hatred and resentment.

But I was sure I'd find some way to help.

I survived in that hell
because I had a mission.

THE DOMINICAN VOICE TV

My God, woman.

I thought something happened to you.

Look at me. Are you all right?

Nothing's happened to me.

Everyone had taken such risks for you
and then you don't show up.

I thought something horrible had happened.

-Did you hear the news?
-What news?

They k*lled the Mirabal sisters.

Everyone's heard it.

Minerva was my best friend.

The Mirabal sisters are like my sisters.

They took me and my dad into
their home when I was very young.

I won't leave now that
they've been k*lled.

-Tell the Kid I'll pay for everything.
-Don't worry about that.

What do you want to do?
I can say you're sick.

No.

I need you to do me a favor.

Whatever you want.

Call Maestro Alberti
and clear the set for me.

Gretchen…

…thanks.

We're ready.

THE GIPSY SHOW

Zooming in.

Three, two, one.

And we're live.

What's this all about? It was supposed
to be merengue music.

Why's she dressed like that?
Where's her blond wig?

Shh. This is fine.

María Argentina Minerva

1J4

The Mirabal sisters will never die!

They'll never die,
never die, never die,

never die, never die, never die.

Mr. Parker, I want to formally welcome you
to the Dominican Republic,

given that this is your first visit.

And because you're the emissary
of the young President Kennedy.

Thank you very much, Generalissimo.

Though you may feel differently
once you find out why I'm here.

General, setting aside
the change of administration,

my country follows
a consistent foreign policy line.

Yes. As do we, do we not?

Thirty years of fighting constantly
against communism

and in perfect alignment
with your country.

-We know.
-The coffee's really very good.

Mr. Parker…

can you tell me clearly
what it is you want?

It's nothing serious, General.

My country, a defender of democracies,

urges you to call for elections
in 60 days.

Our president holds his office

within the framework
of a democratic system.

Furthermore, he won
by an absolute majority.

I know, I know.

But this time they must be
free, democratic elections,

with the participation
of all political parties,

especially opposition parties.

You come here, to my country,

to set my domestic policy,

election rules, an agenda?

We can no longer tolerate the lack
of freedoms in this country.

No, no, listen to me. Listen to me.

We're the ones who won't
tolerate you interfering

with the policy of the Dominican Republic,
the first bastion of the free world

-in the Caribbean.
-General…

Shut up!

You were right.

I've changed my mind about you
since I walked in here.

You people are ungrateful

and don't appreciate that this country
is neither Cuba nor Haiti.

Finish your coffee,

leave for the airport,
and go back to your country.

Or to your White House.

I'm listening.

Her routine to the TV studio
and, other than that,

well, she goes very few places.

What places?

Once she went to church.

Just one time or does she
go to mass regularly?

Just one time. She went to pray.
I took her myself.

Last Wednesday she left in the car
that the German choreographer lent her.

She got on the road to Bajos de Haina.

Halfway there, she stopped.

Then she got back in, made a U-turn,

and went straight back home.

Once a month I drive out here
to meet with you

and your information is always bullshit.

I don't know what the Generalissimo
saw in you.

Get out of here.

The gringos really came through for us.

With an arsenal like this,
failure is impossible.

We can have all the r*fles in Texas,
General,

but if we don't have a target to sh**t at,
we won't accomplish a thing.

I agree.

What good would all this have done us
on April 3 if we ended up...?

My daughter wants to be part of this.

She's willing to help.

Your daughter? The one on TV?

Yes, she's the only daughter I have.

You sure you know what
you're saying, Basque?

This is no game. This is very dangerous.

Yes, I know this is very dangerous.
Thanks for clearing that up for me.

I think that precisely because of
her direct link to power

- she could play a key role.
-Key?

Your daughter is a key player
in the regime's bread and circuses.

And you?

Tell us what exactly you've achieved

after all these years.

Arantxa's a victim of the regime
and she's ready to fix her mistake.

I'd trust her with my life.

Give me one good reason.

Minerva Mirabal was her best friend
as a kid, her only friend.

The Mirabal Butterfly?

They grew up together in Salcedo.

I was a farmhand on Enrique Mirabal's farm

until I got my job at the university.

Arantxa loved the Mirabal sisters
as if they were her own family.

Gentlemen, we can't afford to fail again.

Do you all agree, comrades?

Why are we going this way?

We have to make a stop, ma'am.

Where? Why?

At Saint Barbara's Church. It's been
a while since you've gone to pray.

Prayer always gives comfort.

You've had some
difficult experiences, ma'am.

Entering the church and praying
will help you regain

balance and inner peace.

Take my advice, ma'am.

Inside a church, nothing bad
will happen to you.

Relax, sweetie. It's me.

- Dad…
- Don't turn, don't turn around. Shh.

I'd do anything to hug you, sweetie.

I just came to tell you the group
has agreed to let you participate.

Amado Guerrero will be your contact.
Trust him.

No, Dad. Amado's the man
Trujillo assigned to spy on me.

I know. I know, sweetie. Trust him.

I love you so much, sweetie.

Me too.

I love you so much.

I never would have trusted Amado
if not for my father.

It was all so... so surreal, Pilar.

A web of complicity, betrayals.

Well, most of those in the
May 30th commando unit

-were traitors to the regime.
-Mm-hmm.

But tell me. What's your take
on the May 30th group?

Honestly, I never met with them.
It would have been suicide.

Well,

I never saw my father again either.

Amado was my link, my only link.

It was only through him that I got
instructions and provided information.

So, what was your role in the plan
to assassinate Trujillo?

I was to be the decoy for the ambush.

MILITARY INTELLIGENCE

Do away with the philosophy of…

…philosophy of w*r will have disappeared.

Do away with colonies…

…do away with exploitation…

-Stop. Asier, Asier!
-Move!

-Shh. Calm down. I'm coming.
-Walk straight!

-Where are you taking him? No!
-Don't worry.

- Dalmira, I'll be back.
- No!

Asier, Asier!

Caribe Night Club

Good evening. Welcome, Miss Gipsy.

Thank you very much.

I'm so glad you've come.

Give us time alone.

-He's a tough one, sir.
-Don't worry.

I'm tired of having to repeat myself.

Talk, you son of a b*tch.

Give me names and you sleep
at home tonight.

We saw you crying
at the Mirabals' funeral.

Are you the head of those f*cking commies?

Talk! Or I'll do what Franco
didn't get the chance to.

You sure trained your daughter
well to f*ck Trujillo.

What a wh*re.

But it looks like she likes it,

because she's been sleeping
with the boss for years.

What a wh*re your daughter is.

Let's give him a warm welcome.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone,
please. Leave me alone.

It's been a long time
since I've heard from you.

I've done nothing but work.

From work to home and from home to work.

And you know very well
where both of those places are.

I think apologies are in order.

Apologies?

Or an apology?

I've been waiting for at least
one call from you, Rafael.

One call.

Then I'm the one who should apologize.

It won't happen again.

Friends?

Friends.

Do you have plans?

For later?

I have to get up early tomorrow.

But I'm looking forward to your call.

I want you to know

that my family has hopes that
your new President Kennedy

will take a harsher view of the
Trujillo dictatorship than Eisenhower did.

He allowed these criminals

to k*ll thousands of my fellow Dominicans
solely out of fear

that something like what happened
in Cuba would happen here.

He did that.

Our sorrow is immense, Mr. Thurburn.

You can't imagine
the state my mother is in.

I understand, ma'am.

No, you don't understand.

What happened to my sisters wasn't
an accident. They were brutally m*rder*d.

We haven't endorsed the government's
explanation of the tragedy.

But you haven't disavowed it either,
have you?

Ma'am, you know that for
the U.S. government,

the search for the truth is fundamental.

Right now we're experiencing

the lowest point
in our diplomatic relations.

The ambassador had to leave the country.

But know that, from here
and from Washington,

we're going to put pressure on the
Dominican government to get the truth.

Arantxa Oyamburu.

Let me see if she's available.

Wait here one moment.

It's all right, Mami.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Jimmy Alves, director of the Military…
-I know who you are.

I apologize about the time,
but it's important.

Mami, you can go.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Come in.

Thank you.

Unfortunately, I'm here to share something
that... that's not good.

Your father.

What happened to my father?

He was shot down by police forces.

What?

Asier Oyamburu was caught
with a group of men and women

in a shed full of weapons
and Molotov c*ck.

They were planning a coup
against democratic institutions.

The police gave the order to stop,
but they responded with g*nf*re.

Your father died in the shootout.

My deepest condolences. Take this.

That beautiful pendant you always wear...

did you know Minerva Mirabal
wore the same one as a child?

Well, how would you know that?

With your permission… have a nice day.

Excuse me, sir.

What's this?

Asier Oyamburu,

a Basque who was k*lled as an insurgent
in an operation two days ago.

And Arantxa, our Gipsy…

Stop, stop.

I know. He's her father.

Exactly, sir.

One of the many communists
that Franco sent over way back when.

And?

-Is that what you came to tell me?
-No, sir.

Surely, Anglat didn't look into what
Asier Oyamburu and his daughter did

before settling in Ciudad Trujillo.

They lived in Salcedo for six years.

He worked as a farmhand
on the Mirabal farm.

And his daughter Arantxa became
Minerva Mirabal's best friend.

Excuse me.

I want you to take a good look
at this butterfly pendant.

It's my duty to inform you
of my strong suspicion

that Gipsy, all these years,

has been an informant passing information
to Minerva and her guerrilla group.

- Hello?
- What are you doing?

Resting.

-In bed?
-Yes.

Naked?

No.

I would have loved it if you were naked.

See you tomorrow night?

No.

Why not?

Because I can't wait until tomorrow.

Tonight.

But we said tomorrow,

here, at the oceanfront house.

Listen.

Your driver will pick you up and bring you
to the San Cristóbal Palace.

Tonight… at 10:00.

Perfect.

It's impossible, ma'am.

The unit had planned for tomorrow
and, besides, this changes our route.

He's not coming tomorrow.
You don't get it.

You have to take me
to the San Cristóbal Palace.

We're meeting tonight at 10:00.

I have to talk to the unit right away.
There's very little time left.

What if they don't show?

Amado, we have to try.

It's now or never.

Amado… you're a soldier.

Someone Trujillo trusts.

If the plan fails, they won't
show you any mercy.

I don't understand
why you're part of this.

When I was young,
I had a girlfriend, Lucía.

We loved each other very much
and wanted to get married.

Everything was going well, very well.

One day my boss called me to his office,

took out a folder, and inside
was a military intelligence report.

In it was the name Raúl Gil,
my girlfriend's brother.

He was accused of being a communist.

And he wouldn't allow you to marry her.

Correct.

One night I had to carry out
a military operation.

It was normal to do these kinds of raids
from time to time.

When I arrived at the site, I found
two men tortured, tied up.

They were hooded.

They forced us to execute them.

Of course I did it. It was a direct order.

When they took off the hood of the one
I k*lled, I recognized him immediately.

It was Raúl.

This man's evil knows no bounds, ma'am.

I'm very sorry about Lefty Molina.

The order had already been given
and there was nothing I could do.

-Zacarías.
-Yes.

-Why are we going so slow? Let's go.
-Pardon me, Generalissimo.

I pray he'll be made to pay
for all his wickedness.

Good evening, miss.

-All right.
-Go ahead.

Welcome, ma'am. Come in.

Go ahead.

f*ck! This tie's so uncomfortable.
It seems it's going to rain.

Barrunto.

-Huh?
-Barrunto.

What's that?

What we say in the country
when it looks like rain

but it never comes.

You're just messing with me.

-You made that up.
-No. It's true, Generalissimo.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Stop, stop!

Get the driver. Fast. Let's go!

-k*ll him, k*ll him.
-Ah!

Careful, careful!

Let's go!

f*ck!

The man's gone.

Let's get the Goat.
Come on, let's go.

Sons of b*tches! m*therf*ckers!

This vulture has eaten
his last chicken.

They k*lled him, they k*lled him.

Run, run! They k*lled the Generalissimo!

-Quickly, quickly.
-Run!

Get in quickly, ma'am! It's done!

We ask the Dominican people
to remain calm.

These are difficult times that we
can only get through

if we remain calm and united.

Furthermore,

we can assure you that this president

will mobilize all forces necessary

to find those who perpetrated this act

that has filled each home
in the nation with pain.

Caribe Night Club

nomoregoat

I came from France precisely

because I felt I had a responsibility
to the president and to the country.

And with the mission
to make the guilty pay...

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Arantxa Oyamburu.

Purpose of your trip?

-I have a performance in Puerto Rico

and some interviews
on their national television.

Gipsy?

Could I please have your autograph?

You can put: "For Lucha and for Lucía."

Of course.

Our family never misses your show.

-Have a nice flight.
-Thanks.

DOMINICAN REPUBLIC
Model of the Free World

Have a Nice Trip

Excuse me, miss.

Yes.

Could you please fasten your seat belt?
The plane is about to take off.

Yes. Pardon me, I hadn't noticed.

Do you want help with that?

Thanks.

I never told anyone who I was
or what had happened to me.

I thought that, if I didn't bring it up,

the past would gradually... fade away.

And it did.

I put it to sleep.

Until you came along.

Oh, I'm sorry, Arantxa.
I've woken up all the monsters, haven't I?

No. The past always comes back.

The best thing to do is face it
and put it in its place.

Mmm?

Hey…

No, no. My treat.

Thanks.

Well, then, see you tomorrow.

Thanks. You're very generous.

No, thank you.

UN ASSEMBLY HALL, NEW YORK
NOVEMBER 25, 1999

PROCLAMATION ACT
NOVEMBER 25TH, 1999

She's the prettiest.

Well, then, imagine such a long time...

- Arantxa.
- …for us to be here today…

We're going to pay tribute
to all these women...

Right here.

Arantxa.

The one and only.

I want to introduce you to someone.

-Minou.
-Minou!

Arantxa is a very important
person in our lives.

She was your mother's best friend
from childhood.

We've met before. You were very young.

In Salcedo, by the river.
The same place where I met your mother.

And where I saw her for the last time.

Can I get a hug?

Today,

what we are doing here
honors the memory of my sisters,

in a way that wasn't possible
on the day of their funeral.

No eulogies were read that day.

We had no strength
at such a difficult time.

I could only shout over and over again:

"Murderers, they k*lled them.

Murderers, they k*lled them."

After that,

many people have asked me
why they didn't k*ll me too,

and I've always said the same thing.

My destiny was to tell the story
of my sisters,

the Mirabal Butterflies.

That's what I've dedicated and will
dedicate the rest of my life to.

Well, that and taking care
of my nine children,

three of my own and six from my sisters.

They forced me to continue
and are my greatest pride.

I want to give the floor to one of them:

Minou, the daughter of my sister Minerva.

Thank you, Aunt Dedé.

When my mother was taken from me,

I was four years old.

They also took away my chance to know her.

I've had to make do
with the memories of others

and perhaps some small things
I haven't forgotten.

Like that day

I climbed on a chair to see why
my Aunt Dedé was screaming.

And saw them trying to bring in long boxes
that didn't fit through the door.

I thought they were boxes
because I'd never seen coffins before.

I sensed that a great tragedy
had taken place,

but I was calm because,

in my four-year-old mind,

I was just waiting for my mom
to come back.

But she wouldn't like for us,
on a day like today,

to remember her only for her death,
instead of her ideals,

her political philosophy,
and her attitude towards life.

For years, we've suffered violence,

abuse, humiliation,

and a lack of respect
for our human rights.

A society without equal rights
is an unjust society.

JUNE

And a life filled with injustice
is a life not worth living.

We must say no more atrocities,
no more beatings.

No more contempt.

"No more" to oppression that doesn't
allow us to be free.

This is all our struggle.

We must build a world in which
women and men are equal,

where opportunities are for all.

A world where people are treated
with dignity and respect.

Woman, know your worth,

know that you have the ability
to change the world.

Raise your voice,
be brave for your children.

And I say to you:

if during this fight I lose my life,
listen to me: do not worry,

because I'll pull my arms out of the grave

and be even stronger.

It's time for you, you,

you, and you to echo these words,

because if we don't fight
for the world we want...

no one will do it for us.

The Mirabal sisters were brutally m*rder*d
on November 25, 1960,

under the dictatorship of
Rafael Leónidas Trujillo.

Minerva Mirabal would become
a leader and icon

in the fight for equality in a country
where people had no voice.

It is estimated that more than
50,000 men and women were k*lled

during what is considered
one of the most vicious

Latin American dictatorships in history.

One that used persecution, t*rture,
and imprisonment.

"The Butterflies," as the
Mirabal sisters were known,

became politically involved, protested,

formed a political party, and called

for a more just society.

Thousands of Dominicans
joined the movement.

In 1981, the first Latin American and
Caribbean Feminist Gathering

was held on the date of their death

to mark the struggle against
violence against women.

In 1999, the United Nations

made it an international day.

The legacy of these brave women lives on.

They gave their lives
for a more equal society,

one where men and women
can be treated equally.

All over the world,
movements invoke the name

of the Butterflies to continue a fight
that is more alive than ever.