You'll break it.
It's the ogive.
The ogive?
The last bullet jammed it.
It could've wrecked the barrel.
Where'd you learn that?
On my own.
It doesn't look like you were alone.
What if it happens when I'm shooting?
-Let's hope it doesn't. -If it does, I'd like to be remembered.
The way you do.
Thank you.
Help me.
Help!
Help me!
Hello?
Help.
Hello? Help me.
Help.
Is anyone there?
Thank God.
Untie me. Help me.
Before they get here.
Help me.
You have wrong person.
Help me.
Help me. Please.
I had operation this morning. Surgery.
Do you understand me?
Do you understand? I lost a lot of blood. I need hospital. It's all a mistake.
You have wrong person.
-Don't waste your energy lying. -You have wrong person.
I'm Johann Lehgen. My name. I'm not lying.
-I'm Johann Lehgen. My name. -Since when? Since the war ended?
I was never another person.
I swear to you.
You're wrong.
Maybe.
If you let me go, I no go to the police. It's all a mistake.
No, it's not.
Help!
Help me!
Help!
I'm Johann Lehgen.
You're Aribert Heim, and I'm Isabel Riaza.
Don't you remember me?
No. I don't feel well. I have to go to the hospital.
That's not happening, Dr. Heim.
What are you doing?
I'm giving Mr. Lehgen a chance.
No.
Please don't.
Don't.
No.
This is what you did to everybody when they arrived at the camp.
You shaved off all their hair and skinned them like animals.
The first time I saw this scar, I was ten years old.
I have a scar. So what?
So what?
That's nothing.
How many Germans have a scar like that?
I remember every time I served your food at the commandant's table.
And how after eating, you'd take one of those candies
and put it in your mouth.
And when you chewed it, your scar would move.
Who are you?
Mossad?
CIA?
You're not Johann Lehgen anymore?
You can't kill me like they're doing to Eichmann.
We'll see.
Are you Spanish?
Spaniards are the toughest.
Never give up.
Other reeducated prisoners couldn't take as much.
They'd throw themselves on the electric fence.
Do you know how many Spaniards died that way?
Zero.
Not one said, "I can't take it anymore."
The Spaniards, the most difficult to kill.
Do you know how I'm knowing this?
I keep a list of my experiments, and one thing I always write
is how long the patient survives after the first test.
The top 20 on the list,
all Spaniards.
I'm remembering one who had half his body skinned,
and he not even closing his eyes.
And he was so young…
It made me mad that he no stop looking at me.
What was his name?
My father's was Eugenio.
I was going to be named after my grandfather,
but my father insisted on naming me after him.
It's all I have left of him.
Motherfuckers.
You at least have a photo.
Those of us who were there only have our memories of them.
I'd give anything for a moment with him.
I know how to feel him close.
I close my eyes.
I imagine him before we left Spain.
Before the war, when everything was better.
And I remember his smell.
His hands, rough from working.
And how happy I was when he'd say my name.
Miguel.
A NETFLIX SERIES
They killed my father the day we arrived at the camp.
I'm sorry.
No, you aren't sorry.
EPISODE 6 - THE MILL
Do you know who killed him?
How should I know?
Your friend Bachmann killed him.
-War's a bad place. -That wasn't war.
My father didn't die fighting other soldiers.
My brother didn't die fighting other soldiers.
My brother was 15 years old.
Riaza.
I remember a Riaza in Mauthausen.
Your brother?
Yes.
You have the same eyes.
I remember he looking at me.
You're lying.
-No. -Yes.
He was the prisoner I tell you about before.
You killed too many people to remember one in particular.
Some earned a place of honor in my memory.
Your brother…
one of them.
It took him a long time to die.
I suppose that's why I remember him.
He should have been dead within a few minutes.
But he held on for days.
I injected benzene into his heart,
sodium chloride, everything.
And he still alive. He still awake.
I'm not knowing then that he had a little sister.
Riaza.
-I write his name down in my notebook. -Shut up.
He ending up with half his body skinned, and he still alive.
-Stop talking. -His eyes…
His eyes, I remember well.
As I said, they bothered me.
They were like yours.
I had to remove them.
I had to remove them!
What's wrong, Isabel?
I've never danced before.
What?
Music is like any other feeling.
Like fear.
Like the cold.
Like hunger.
But feeling it doesn't mean we can't control it.
We know that better than anyone.
If you keep pulling, you'll hurt yourself, miss.
Who are you? Let me go.
That man's fucked, miss. You can see that a mile away.
You wanted to kill him.
-I didn't. He wants to die. -She wanted to kill me.
That makes no sense.
I didn't thank you for saving my life. Thanks.
Listen, if you think I want to kill him, take the gun.
-Take it, but untie me now. -I don't buy it.
I'd better go to the Civil Guard station.
-No. -They'll know what to do.
-Why not? It makes sense. -They'll free him. He's a murderer.
If he's a murderer, surely the Civil Guard will arrest him.
This man is Aribert Heim.
-No. I'm Johann Lehgen. -They call him the Butcher of Mauthausen.
-I'm a university professor. -Doctor Death.
-Take me to the hospital. -You must know him.
Help me. I need a doctor, please.
-Do you know what he did to the prisoners? -Lies.
-He skinned them alive. -Miss…
He wrote down how long it took them to die. Including children!
He injected toxic things into their hearts. Ammonia.
-Benzene! -Lies.
Who does that? He's a murderer.
I'm a scientist!
-You did all that? -For science.
Everyone goes to war for a reason.
The harm I did to those people saves many others now.
You can't let him go.
Isabel, science is needing deaths
to be able to cure the living.
What about all the Jews you killed just for being Jews? For their religion?
The Jews is the obsession of Hitler, Himmler, Goebbels…
What I did was find something positive in their deaths.
What did my brother teach you, you prick?
What did he teach you as you tore his skin to shreds
and ripped his eyes out of their sockets?
We gave you special treatment.
Son of a bitch.
Thanks to the experiments, we make advances in medicine.
I save lives and help save many more.
Why don't you ask her?
Isabel,
did your wound heal well?
Why don't you show your scar?
Check her side. Have a look.
You'll feel better again soon. You're in good hands.
I don't want to keep you from your research, Dr. Heim.
Don't worry, Major.
Is she really worth it? She's only a maid.
You trust me.
I decided to save your life.
I was able to do so because of what I learned from my dead.
You didn't save me.
You condemned me.
You people murdered my whole family.
My father.
My brother.
They were all I had in the world.
Do you know what's the worst part?
I don't have anywhere to go to mourn them.
Nobody remembers them.
When I die, it'll be as though they never existed.
That doesn't change the fact you're alive thanks to me, Isabel.
I'm alive?
My life in Mauthausen was hell.
And when you're freed, you think the worst is over,
that you can be like everyone else.
But you realize that you can't.
You're no longer like everyone else.
What you did to us will haunt us forever.
You took everything from us.
You even took away what we felt inside.
And you can't get that back.
So I won't thank you for saving my life.
I'm dying.
Please. I need you to take me to the hospital.
I can buy him some time. Get the first aid kit from the ambulance.
Don't trust her.
He must be tried for what he did.
So he has to stay alive.
Don't trust her.
You and I are not so different.
We're both alone.
We're both victims of the war, aren't we?
Are you?
Are you a victim?
In a different way.
For a long time,
I've also been hiding, on the run.
The difference is that there's a good reason to chase you.
We didn't do anything.
I won't make it to that trial alive.
You know that as well as I do.
"J'attendrai."
It's been years since I listening to that song.
"I'll wait for you."
"Day and night."
"I'll wait for your return."
You made them sing it as they led their fellow prisoner to the gallows.
You'll be put on trial.
And when they condemn you,
I'll sing it to you.
No.
Don't you die now. Not now.
For fuck's sake.
Come on, quick. Release me. Hurry up.
I hope someday you get justice for your dead, miss.
What are you doing?
I was saving them.
They have the name of my father's and my brother's killer on them.
I don't need it anymore.
We need protection.
No one will thank us for this.
No one will remember us, Isabel.
Jaguar.
Have you heard of Cristino García Granda?
No.
In France, he's a hero. In Spain, he was executed by firing squad.
We were in the same trench.
We risked our lives there.
And here, nobody remembers us.
I didn't understand why Cristino didn't care.
Until one day, the bastard told me a story
about some Mexican warriors called "the Jaguars."
-Who? -The Jaguars.
Twelfth-century Aztec warriors who fought for their people, their roots.
And they were willing to die for their people.
But there were other higher-ranked warriors.
The Eagles, who were the elite.
They never fought on the front line,
but they always took the credit.
Whereas the Jaguars died fighting for their people
in complete anonymity.
We're like them.
We don't seek glory.
We seek freedom.
They'll always be Eagles.
And we'll always be Jaguars.
Why are you smiling?
"We swear before the world…
in this square, this place of fascist cruelty…
that we won't stop fighting
until the last of the guilty stands before the judges of the people."
You have the same blood as me.
Tough luck for both of us.
Isabel.
Listen to me. List-- Please.
I'm okay.
-Hang in there. -I'm okay.
-Where's Lucena? -I don't know.
Listen.
I love this music.
"I believe in God, the Father Almighty…
Creator of Heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, His only Son,
our Lord,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into Hell."
"On the third day He rose again from the dead."
"He ascended into Heaven
and is seated at the right hand of God the Father Almighty."
"From there He will come to judge the living and the dead."
"I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints…
the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body,
and life everlasting."
"Amen."
EUGENIO RIAZA FERNÁNDEZ 1902-1940 JAVIER RIAZA CHACÓN 1926-1942
ISABEL RIAZA CHACÓN 1930-
-Hello? -Colonel Aguado?
Yes.
I want to get in touch with Otto Bachmann.
Who are you?
You can call me Jaguar.
Subtitle translation by: Jonathan Williams