The Truce (La tregua)

In 1939, the Nationalists win the Spanish Civil War.

The Spanish Republicans living in the Soviet Union become stateless.

They are trainee pilots, sailors in transit,

exiled children of war.

The USSR takes in the Republicans, but won't let them leave.

They visit embassies. They try to escape.

In a climate of war and paranoia,

they are accused of treason, condemned without trial…

and sent to work camps.

WINTER 1941

KAZAKHSTAN

SPASSK-99 WORK CAMP

Move! Come on!

Women to the left! Men to the right! Make it quick!

Come on!

-Move forward! Come on! -Faster!

Don't stand in the way! Keep moving!

Move! Keep walking! Come on!

Move! Use your legs!

Women to the left! Men to the right!

Make it quick!

-Come on! -Come on! Move faster!

Women to the left! Men to the right! I said make it quick!

Come on! Faster!

Come on!

Keep moving!

Come on! Faster!

Get in here! Inside!

Get in a line! Make it quick, you hear me?

Take off your clothes!

Take off your clothes. Get back. Clothes off.

Take it off! Clothes off!

Belongings on the table!

What you got there?

Take it off!

Belongings on the table!

Take off you clothes.

Do it now!

No eye contact!

What don't you understand? Take it off!

Place it on the table! Put it here!

Faster!

Take it all off!

All of it! Everything on the table!

Come on!

Closer!

Over there! Come on!

Number 289, Telmo Reyes.

Move! Come on! Go!

Number 297, José Muñoz.

Over there! Come on!

Number 295, Julio Hermida.

-Come on. Move. -Number 290, Eladio Junqueras.

Come on!

Get a move on. Come on.

Number 291, Melléin Palau.

What are you waiting for? Move!

Come on!

Welcome, Spaniards.

There are empty beds in the back. Take your pick.

But most importantly, be quiet.

Captain?

Find a spot.

Do you know what five guys,

one from Salamanca,

one from Asturias,

one from Andalusia,

one from Galicia, one from Catalonia,

all have in common with a flock of sheep?

They all end up in the same pen.

It's a good one, right?

Seriously, Barcelonian?

My God.

You ought to go sleep now. Go to sleep.

Get up! Rise and shine!

-Stop lazing around! Get up! -Everybody up!

-Quickly! Get up! -Line up in rows of five! I said quickly!

Quickly!

What are you waiting for, a formal invitation? Up! Quickly!

Come on!

Stop staring!

Move! Keep moving!

Come on! Get down! Faster!

I said move faster! Quickly!

Line up outside! Quickly!

Faster! Move!

Move faster!

Go faster!

-Quickly! -Get in here! Wash time! Run faster!

-Move faster! -Wash time! Come on!

Yeah! Get in there!

Over here! Quickly! Come on!

Come on! Double-time! Faster!

Over there!

There! Faster!

Faster!

-In line! On the double! -Faster!

Get up there!

Faster!

Keep up with the rest! Faster!

Get in there!

Faster! Don't bunch up!

Why so slow? Faster!

Run! Faster!

Come on! Faster!

Over here! Follow the brigade leader!

This way. Come on.

Here. Get in the line.

Faster!

The mining work schedule is from 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.

The two-hour trip each way isn't included.

Refusing to do one's duty will result in punishment.

Breaking formation will be punished.

Each brigade is required to meet the quota.

You eat as much as you dig out.

Each group must stay with their brigade leader.

Number 73!

Number 57!

Smuggling tobacco is grounds for punishment

in the form of spending one week in the pit.

Disregard! As you were!

Falling out of line is considered an escape attempt!

-Get up, damn it! Get the fuck up! -I said to disregard!

Come on.

This is your place of work now.

Start getting used to it. Make yourselves at home.

And just like I already told you…

the rules here are simple.

No quota means no food.

Careful there.

One cartload…

from each person.

Just like I told you.

Everyone got that?

Hey! You sleeping or what?

Now, listen to me.

Groups one and two go to Nikolay.

Groups three and four, follow me, for fuck's sake.

Understood?

You're gonna stand here forever?

Are you going to help?

For fuck's sake. What a partner I got stuck with.

Take the stones. Grab the stones.

-I'm on it. -Barcelonian!

-I'm on it. -Fucking hell.

It's just I'm not feeling well.

Barcelonian!

Barcelonian!

Get back! Get back to work!

-Please let me out! Please! -Get back!

-Please! -Get back!

-Let me out, please! -I told you to get back!

-Stop this! -Get back! Quickly!

Everything's okay! It's all good!

Thank you!

Calm down!

-I can't breathe, Eladio. Eladio… -Calm down!

-I don't want to die here, Eladio. -It's all in your head.

You can breathe.

-Eladio, I don't want to die here. Eladio… -You can breathe. You can.

Look at me. Look me in the eye, goddamn it!

I don't want…

Take a breath.

Breathe. Come on.

Breathe in.

Let it out.

Breathe with me. With me.

Breathe in. Let it out.

Better?

Come on! Move faster!

What are you standing there for? Move!

Don't hold up the rest! Move up!

Quick! Faster!

Why are you just standing there? Move! Let's go!

Come on! Get a move on! Faster!

Move!

Move! Come on!

Come on! Get a move on! Don't slow down!

Come on! Faster!

Come with me.

Come on.

Help me get him out of the pit.

Here.

I'm Hans Müller.

What can I do for you, my friend?

Are you a trader?

Maybe. Why?

I need paper and ink.

Three half-rations.

Wait.

How can I speak with the camp chief?

Are you serious?

Do you see that guy in the back?

He's the supervisor. Talk to him.

He's the translator and the chief's secretary.

If anyone can introduce you, it's him.

Why are you talking to that Boche? Are you friends with Nazis now?

Faster. One at a time.

In rows of two!

Faster!