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I grew up in the
driest place on Earth.

Our town was built in the desert
where they'd found saltpeter.

My dad worked for
the mining company.

All the men did.

We kids waited eagerly
for something to happen,

but when things did
happen, people were scared.

I wasn't.

Who dares?

- A drag for anyone who tries!
- Not me!

Nobody,
you're shitty assholes…

- Not me.
- Me neither.

- No.
- No way.

- Look, she's going!
- I don't think she'll go in.

- Is she really going in?
- No, I don't think so.

She's so brave!

No, no, no! Don't go!

THE MOVIE TELLER

ATACAMA DESERT, CHILE, 1966

Please, Don Nolasco,
let me pay you half now

and the rest next week.

You can't, madam.

I keep quiet
to spare you the suffering

that this truth would cause you.

- Is it a horrible thing?
- Yes.

It is.

It is.

I love you, Esmeralda.

Whatever it is, tell me.

I can take it.

We will find a solution.

- A devil's tail?
- Mm-hmm.

It's beautiful.

Thanks.

It's dirty. Done.

Even if you suffer
for me, you will leave me.

You won't want to
see me anymore.

But why do you say that?

I know this will not be the case.
I'm sure of my great love for you.

Juan Pablo asked
Esmeralda for a divorce.

- Dammit.
- I am her father.

I
don't know, Juan Pablo.

- I don't know.
- Onions?

Yes.

The flowers you gave
me when you loved me

Dried up in a puff
of your fickleness

And still

And still

You are the hope of my soul

The promise you made
to love me always

Spread in the air
like light smoke

Still

And still

You are the hope of my soul

Medardo.

Medardo!

There's no water. Let's go home!

Come on, man.

Let's go, let's go!

Medardo, let's go!

Hey, projectionist!
What will we do on Sunday?

We are going
to show a John Wayne film.

- Oh.
- The best western in history.

Is it good?

Yes, really good.

Come and have a beer
with us, Medardo.

No, I'd better go
home. I should go home.

No, come on.

If I had such
an amazing woman at home

I wouldn't stay either.

I wouldn't go to work.

Three days until
Sunday. Three days.

And
they start dating again,

fine dining, ballrooms.

But she is much
younger than he is.

Like you and Dad.

No, even more so.

Gary Cooper was in his mid-fifties,
and she wasn't even 25.

I'm done.

The bathroom is free.

Good night, Dad.

Good night, my darling.

Then they
meet again at the opera.

But he is wary of her

because she is reputed
to have had many lovers.

Why did you marry Dad?

Didn't you like
boys your own age?

Back then, he
didn't look much older than me.

The job at the mine
made him like this.

I don't like boys my age either.

Every day
was exactly the same.

Except for Sundays.

The name Medardo
suited my dad just fine

because he had an obsession
with names beginning with M

since it dawned on him that
his mother's name was Martina

and his father's Magno.

Maria Magnolia,
I'm waiting for you.

Mariano, the
eldest, stuttered.

He loved westerns.

Give it to me.

Mirto, my middle brother,
was very keen on comedies, soccer,

and women.

- Mirto!
- I'm coming! I'm coming!

My third brother, Marcelino,
loved everything in black and white.

Marcelino. Come on, hurry up.

And I was almost
christened Marilyna,

in homage to Marilyn Monroe,

who was nobody when her
name was Norma Jean,

according to my dad.

My mother threatened
to separate.

Hurry up,
kids, we're late!

So in the end, I was
named Maria Margarita.

Changed your
hairstyle again?

Why settle for being a firefly
when you could be a star?

And her name was
Maria Magnolia. Two M's.

But if this hadn't
been the case,

my dad would have married her anyway
because she was very mysterious,

and she loved films like he did,
although they always made her sad.

No one ever really knew
where she came from.

Excuse me.

Some said from
over the mountains.

How are you?

"God opened the sea with
a blast of his nostrils."

My father wasn't
a religious person.

He was quoting a scene
from The Ten Commandments.

Sundays were the happiest
moments for my dad.

Like when Moses
parted the Red Sea.

Here, daughter.

You have dust on your face.

Thank you.

It's broken.

It's the only one I have.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Um, some Pololeo sweets,

and some candy for
the kids, please.

Certainly.

- And some chocolates for me, please.
- Right away, sir.

Allow me to treat
you, Mrs. Castillo.

- No, no.
- I insist.

You look lovely in blue.

One for
you, and one for you.

- Here.
- Thank you.

Mr. Hauser bought them.

We're in row four.
Come on, let's go.

Let's go! Hurry up.

Move over.

I don't wanna
sit up so close.

This seat's for her.

Excuse me.
Pardon me. Pardon me.

Marion Michael
Morrison. Three M's.

How could John Wayne
not be an actor?

- What? Obviously.
- Obviously.

John
Wayne is the best.

Nobody draws faster than him.

But he's not as good
as Kirk Douglas.

I knew from the start that
this guy, being such an idiot,

didn't kill Liberty Valance.

Yes, he
ruined everything!

And you don't know how glad I am
to have had such a skillful son.

But would it be possible that
for every five words you say,

at least two aren't swear words?

What does the journalist
say to the star

when he's about
to tell the truth?

He said,

"When legend becomes
fact…" isn't that right?

"…print the legend."

What the hell does that mean?

It means

that although sometimes reality
isn't as interesting as the lie,

as the film rightly says,

lying always has a price.

No, man. I can't.

Saltpeter
was discovered in 1860

by miner Jose Santos Ossa.

Saltpeter is one of the
country's main sources of wealth.

Was it always so?

- Yes.
- No.

After the Pacific War,

Bolivia was defeated, and the
Atacama Desert became Chilean.

Does anyone know what
saltpeter is used for?

- For fertilizers.
- That's it.

Anything else?

- Sausages.
- Precisely.

Anything else?

Gunpowder.

Someone said we are such
stuff as dreams are made on.

I think we're made of
the same stuff as movies.

Fourteen, thirteen…

And sometimes films have
the same magic power as dreams

to predict the future.

…four, three, two, one, zero.

Medardo, what are
you doing, you idiot?

Medardo!

The wheel, Luis.

That's good.

- All right.
- Put the wheel on here.

Okay. Fix it down there.

No, Mirto, please.

I'm afraid there is only
compensation in the event of fatalities.

But my
husband worked like a beast.

All these years, he never
missed a day of work.

Monday to Saturday, even two
shifts in a row if necessary.

The company recognizes
Medardo's commitment.

But it won't assume
responsibility.

Do you know what? You
only think in numbers.

On the contrary, madam.

After the war, my father had to clear
minefields in occupied countries.

And, in your mind,
you imagine the day

when someone turns up at your
doorstep to give you the bad news.

And as expected…

that day came.

I am sorry about your father.

But my husband is here
with us, Mr. Hauser.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Go on.

This is
my home too, Mr. Hauser.

Well, not exactly.

It's the company's.

It's yours on a
provisional basis.

If it's all right with you,

why don't you come by the
office tomorrow morning?

No.

It's not all right with me.

I want you to assure me here and now
that my family will stay in this house.

And that my husband will
be paid his full salary.

- He has four children to feed.
- Yes, I know.

And believe me, I
want to help you.

But this was just
a courtesy visit.

I am not here as
the plant manager.

"The Lord of Hosts
will do battle for us.

Behold his mighty hand."

- Hold it.
- Come in, come in.

- Yeah, hold it, kid.
- That's it!

I'm going to sit here!

We're ready, compadre!

- He'll love the chair.
- No, don't help us.

Come on, guys, give me a
hand. On the count of three.

- I'll get down.
- Right. One, two, three.

- Hold him!
- Right there.

- Careful! Watch out for his hand.
- I discovered my natural gift.

Are you comfortable?

Do you
need a cushion?

You see, compadre? See
what I did with your children?

- Good one.
- It's great.

- See you tomorrow.
- I want to get on too.

Well, help me move it.

"And God
opened the sea,

with a blast of his nostrils."

Number five.

Clearly, for our employers,
we, the workers, are not human beings

but mere instruments to increase the
wealth of the American bloodsuckers.

That's what we are.

This is a class struggle,
an anti-capitalist struggle,

and an anti-imperialist
struggle.

They were full of promises,
but what happened in the end?

- Nothing at all.
- No more!

And the outcome of this conflict
will depend on the national solidarity

that we will awaken in the
entire Chilean working class

and the political
pressure we have to exert.

It's not time for doubts.

We must coordinate politically
with our comrades from Vergara,

Maria Elena, and Victoria.

You're my brother
Marcelino's classmate, right?

Yes.

Let capitalists do their
restructuring and calculations,

but they should know,

if all saltpeter workers unite,

we can bring the
country to a standstill.

Don't worry. My dad
always fixes these things.

- Long live the revolution!
- Hurrah!

Let's go.

- Go Chile!
- Hurrah!

- Long live the Socialist Party!
- Hurrah!

- Long live saltpeter workers!
- Hurrah!

- Long live Recabarren comrades!
- Hurrah!

Why are we leaving if Mauricio's
dad said he could fix everything?

They want to change the world first,
and we don't have that much time.

Are you going to
Mr. Hauser's office?

Perhaps.

But a little later. Come.

Dad says he's German

and that the Germans
are not to be trusted.

Why?

Because they are
always the bad guys in movies.

This
one can be trusted.

Wait for me here.

Sure.

Good afternoon,
ma'am. Please come in.

Look how beautiful.

Please, this way.

We don't even have
enough for beans,

and Nolasco won't lend
us any more money.

Didn't you give
him your earrings?

He cashed in our previous debts.

Dammit! In this house, money
is on horseback, and we're on foot.

Is that all
you can come up with? A joke?

Shall I go to heaven so
you have one less mouth to feed?

What
will we tell the children?

About what?

The cinema.

It's all they care about.

I'll think of something.

Hello, Charlie.
Long time no see.

What is it, Spats?
What are you doing here?

I just dropped
in to pay my respects.

- You don't owe me nothing.
- I wouldn't say that.

You were nice enough to recommend
my mortuary to your friends.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I got all those coffins on my hands.

Honest, Spats, I
had nothing to do with it.

Goodbye, Charlie.

No, Spats, no! No,
Spats. Please, no! No …

Goodbye, Charlie.

And the gangsters…

It must be when Jack
Lemmon throws up.

…shot.

The phone fell,
and the gangsters…

…got distracted.

There, Joe and
Jerry tried to escape.

Then…

Maybe it's… it's not a good idea
for me to be the one to do this.

The "ra-ta-ta-ta"
came out great.

Yes, I don't…

I don't know. It's
best if one of the others does it.

Mirto?

Next Sunday?

Holly.

Holly, Holly!

Leave me alone!

- Holly…
- No!

Then the
asshole enters the flat

and the bitch goes crazy,

destroying everything
in her path.

The fucking lamp.

The fucking cat, she
grabs the stinking cat…

Shut the fuck up!

Here.

No!

Leave me alone!

All the feathers
fly everywhere like…

Dammit! What do you call those
things when you fart in the water?

Enough, Mirto.
Why was she angry?

How the fuck would I know?

All I know is that she
was completely nuts.

That's all.

But in any case,

who understands women? Not me.

Marcelino?

Fine.

My love

I love you

My love

I love you, I love you

My love

I love you, I love
you, I love you

The
train starts to move.

It's a sturdy and robust steam
train, steel-grey colored.

The train is fitted
with sash windows

and a wooden interior cladding.

Swing doors that open outwards

and vertical metal handles

which people hold on to in order
to get on the moving train.

The wheels of the
train begin to squeak,

- and the...
- Marcelino.

The film is a bit long.

Get to the end.

And the train disappears
in a cloud of smoke.

My granny says it's a dirty film

for people over 21.

I'm sure it's not that bad.

I see my brothers' willies,
and I don't pull a face,

and I'm perfectly fine.

Are you kidding me?

Burt Lancaster, Montgomery
Clift, Frank Sinatra…

How do we get in?

- I'm going in now.
- See you there.

Sh! Shut up!

I never knew it could be like this.
Nobody ever kissed me the way you do.

Nobody?

Not even one out of all the
men you've been kissed by?

How many do you
think there've been?

I wouldn't know. Can't you
give me a rough estimate?

Not without an adding machine.

Do you have your adding
machine with you?

All that fuss about some
necking on the beach?

Yes, people exaggerate.

What about your dad?

How is he?

Very well.

Quieter than usual.

You can't imagine how
hard it is to move him

from the chair to the bed.

Or take him to the toilet.

It must be difficult.

Especially for your mum.

Yes, especially for her.

What about yours?

Doesn't she take
you to the cinema?

I don't know. I never met her.

Well, but you have a granny

who won't let you
see dirty films.

Yes.

Smoking is a pleasure

A brilliant

And sensual pleasure

Smoking, I wait
for the man I love

Behind cheerful window panes

And while I smoke, I
don't consume my life

Because the floating smoke
Tends to lull me to sleep

Lying on my sofa

Smoking

And making love

Seeing my lover
happy and enamored

Feeling his lips
kiss with wise kisses

And feeling the affair
with more desire

When I feel his eyes

Thirsty for passion

So when I'm feeling this good

Run, I want to go
crazy with pleasure

Feeling that heat

Of intoxicating smoke

That ends up lighting
The ardent flame of love

Little brats! Get out of here!

Run, run, run!

What are you doing here?

It was my idea.

We were just having a peek.

You're the Union
man's son, aren't you?

Yes.

Is it true what he said?

What did you see?

Nothing.

We couldn't see anything.

Just a woman… in sequins

who sang about smoking.

She looked beautiful

with those feathers.

Her dress all shimmery…

in those high heels.

But the audience didn't
seem to hear her singing.

They didn't look at her
the way people watch films.

Well, what happens is that some
men, when drinks go to their heads,

they go crazy watching
a pretty woman dance.

I wouldn't want to be
looked at like that.

But not all venues can be the
Municipal or the Caupolican Theater.

You have to start somewhere.

Listen to me, buttercup.

It's not about how
people see you on stage,

but how you see yourself.

If you feel and
act like an artist,

you are an artist,

no matter if you are performing
for thousands of people

or for a group of drunks.

Artists are like fireflies.

They have a light
that makes them shine.

But that light is also a curse.

You just can't turn it off.

It's within you.

It has to come out,
and if it doesn't…

your heart withers.

If you stop paying, nobody
will pay afterwards.

Yes.

Old son of a bitch.

Guess what.

It's your turn.

Ah!

Sh!

- I am Spartacus.
- I am Spartacus.

- I am Spartacus.
- I am Spartacus.

- I am Spartacus.
- I am Spartacus. I am Spartacus.

Thousands and thousands would
have gladly died in his place.

What was
he? Was he a god?

He wasn't a god.

He was a simple man.

A slave.

I loved him.

He was an outlaw!

A murderer!

An enemy of Rome.

Tell me.

Why did you love him?

It's useless for me to tell you.

You wouldn't understand.

So Crassus goes to Spartacus.

He is chained together
with his friend Anthony.

Crassus orders his Roman guards

to force Spartacus
and Anthony to fight.

They'll fight, one against
the other, to the death.

He who lives…
shall be crucified.

Anthony is at his mercy.

Forgive me, Anthony.

I love you, Spartacus.

Like my own father.

Me too, Anthony.

Like a son I will
never get to see.

Varinia approaches where
Spartacus is crucified.

This is your son,
Spartacus. He is free.

I promise he will
always remember you.

And that's how I officially
became the family's movie teller.

I am Spartacus.

I am Spartacus.

Are you
sure he didn't go with you?

I am Spartacus.

Look, he doesn't
stutter when he dreams.

I am Spartacus.

I am Spartacus.

Let's see how my
nightgown fits you.

Time here is all messed up.

It's as if it doesn't move
forward, but it flies by.

Thank you, Mom.

And in no time, you're going to be
as old as I was when I had Marianito.

Promise me you won't let what
happened to me, happen to you.

Promise me you'll have a
life, a life of your own.

Isn't your life your own?

It's just that
sometimes you feel

you haven't been in
control of your life.

So, will you promise me?

No.

- I don't like to make promises.
- How come?

I don't know. It's like carrying
a huge stone in your pocket.

I understand.

But this promise isn't a stone.

On the contrary. It's like…

a little hole where you can dump all
the weight you don't wish to carry.

Yes, Mom.

A life of my own.

I promise.

- Hello, Maria Margarita.
- Hello.

I'm home.

Mom?

Where's Mom?

- Where did my mom go?
- I don't know, baby.

Mom!

Mom! Mom, please don't go! Mom!

Mom! Mom!

Mom!

Mom! Mom! Please don't leave me!

Mom!

Hey.

Dad.

Yes.

I'll go.

Listen, she left some clothes,

so maybe she left
to look for a job

to save some money and come
back in a little while.

Shut up.

Saltpeter.

Lead sulphite.

Lead sulphite.

Azurite.

Azurite.

Copper.

Copper.

Thank you.

Hello.

- What can I get you, miss?
- Some marshmallows.

Straightaway.

- I'll pay for them.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Look.

You're going to hear
things said in town.

I have nothing to do with it.

In fact,

I am as surprised as you are.

A small bag of Pololeo sweets.

Yes, sir.

Here.

She loved them.

Our home
office has 31,259 employees,

which is more than the entire
population of, uh, Natchez, Mississippi.

I work on the 19th floor,
Ordinary Policy Department,

Premium Accounting Division,
Section W, desk number 861.

My name is C.C. Baxter. C
for Calvin, C for Clifford.

However, most people
call me Buddy.

Why don't we discuss
it over the holidays?

I could call you, pick you up,
and we'll have the big unveiling…

Are you sure this is the
right way to wear this?

I think so. Here.

You don't think it's tilted too much?
After all, this is a conservative firm.

I don't want people to
think I'm an entertainer.

What's the matter?

Uh, the
mirror. It's broken.

Yes, I know.

I like it that way.

Makes me look the way I feel.

Your phone.

Yes?

Uh, just a minute.

If you don't mind, this
is sort of personal.

Have a nice Christmas.

Do you want to come in?

May I go with her?

Yes.

- Leave the bike there if you want.
- Okay.

Baxter

is one of the 32,000 employees
of a giant company in New York.

He works long hours.

I love
you, Miss Kubelik.

Three.

Queen.

Did you hear what I said, Miss
Kubelik? I absolutely adore you.

Shut up and deal.

Why didn't you think of
this before, Medardo?

This crazy girl narrates
the black-and-white films

as if they were in
technicolor and cinemascope.

It was as if we were with
Lemmon Jack in his bachelor pad.

This is clearly an artistic
show in every sense of the word.

And art, my friend, is paid for.

No. It would be very odd for my
friends to pay to enter my house.

I agree with Lucho.

If your daughter has a
talent, she's a gold mine,

in your condition,
make the most of it.

No way!

You can't pay to see
my daughter perform.

Hey, what if it wasn't inside?

What?

Outside?

Well, what name
shall I give you?

Will you button me up, Dad?

I don't know. Well,
come to think of it,

in the music world, everyone
changed their names.

Like Danny Chilean.
Do you know his name?

No. What was it?

Javier Astudillo Zapata.

- Really?
- It's ready.

Thank you.

And like Sussy Vecky.
Do you know her name?

Gladys Lucavecchi.

- You're good.
- Yeah.

It's all in
the "Ecran" magazine.

And you, what did you decide?
I have to finish the poster.

How about Buttercup,
like Mom called you?

Damn it.

I told you not to
mention her again.

I told you!

She's nothing to you!

She left! She left you!

She left you!

Don't mention that woman again!

Do you understand?

Don't mention her in
front of me! Shit!

RITA VALENTINA THE MOVIE TELLER

Hello.

Go inside.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Come in.

Come in.

- Come in.
- Over there in the middle.

Hello.

Have a seat over here.

Your rece-ce-ceipt.

Dad.

- Hello, Rita Valentina!
- Hello!

Rita Valentina!

- Hello.
- Hello!

- Mauricio.
- Maria Margarita.

You look beautiful.

- I'm going to the cinema. Want to come?
- Yes, sure.

President
Frei announces the purchase

of 51% of the Chuquicamata…

It is high time to nationalize
the saltpeter works.

I won't disagree, Don Primitivo.

As long as I don't lose my job.

Maria Margarita.

Look, my mom is ill. Won't you come
and see her and tell her a film?

Bewitching Kisses,
do you know it?

Yes, of course.
A beautiful film.

- Thank you.
- See you.

You had no idea what film
she was talking about.

Which one will you tell her?

- I don't know, I'll think of something.
- "I'll think of something."

What?

No, nothing.

Something came to my mind.

- What came to your mind?
- No, no, not here.

Later.

I'm going to pay.

- Yes, you have to pay.
- Right.

"I remember her as the
desert remembers the rain."

"I remember her as
silence remembers music."

"I remember her very clearly
although I never got to see her."

"Her infinite silhouette
is drawn in my memory

as the horizon is
drawn on the road."

Is it about your mom?

From now on we'll
call you The Poet.

And if you don't kiss me
now, it will never happen.

My mother was very touched.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mirto.

Shall we go to the store?

- Hello, Mariano.
- Hello, watchman.

What… poems does
he write for you?

How can I tell you the
things he writes for me?

If you want, I'll tell
you what he does to me.

If I hear he's climbing
up my little sister's spout,

he's going to hear from me.

That guy gives me the creeps,
with those owlish eyes of his.

He won't ask for comedy,
that's for sure, but he pays well.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Come on in.

What's this for?

Things for the scenography.

You won't need it. I have
everything you need here.

Well then, I'm off
to play soccer with Mirto.

When you're done, come
get me at the pitch.

Mm-hmm.

You don't
need me, do you?

See you.

Come. Follow me.

We agreed on 20 pesos, right?

Yes, 20.

They say you
can do all kinds of films.

Mm-hmm.

Here, put this on.

Thank you.

I brought you a drink for later.

Which film would you
like me to tell you?

Whichever you want.

Would you like The
Tarnished Angels?

Yes, perfect.

But… come a little closer.

I'm a bit deaf in one ear.

A light-aircraft aerobatics show

is about to begin.

Closer.

A little closer.

It is about to begin in the
middle of a fair in the desert.

- Dozens of light aircraft…
- Come a little closer.

Come.

Come.

Closer.

Sit down.

Please.

- Over here.
- Hello.

The
night shift is asleep.

What should we do?

Does anyone know where she is?

Sis, everyone is
waiting for you outside.

Come on.

He teaches her sign
language and lip-reading,

and people realize
that she's not stupid,

as she used to be
called, not a bit,

but quite the opposite.

This isn't The Tarnished Angels.

But one day

she's alone in her house,
and the fisherman appears

and he says to her,

"Hey, silly, look
what I brought you."

He shows her the violin and
starts playing it wildly,

a senseless and
dreadful cacophony.

Then he puts his arms around
her and kisses her roughly.

"It's the first time someone
has kissed you, isn't it?"

"Don't be scared, silly."

"Once, I caught a seagull that had
the same frightened look as you."

So, Belinda,

realizing the danger,

tries to escape.

But although he's bony and skinny,
he's much stronger than her.

And he surrounds and pins her,

he throws himself on her with
his foul stench and owlish eyes

and starts tearing
her clothes off…

Wait. Stand back.

Madam, please.

Please.

Keep calm.

Every son of a bitch gets
his punishment, right?

He deserves it!
Let him rot in hell!

Hey, that's enough.

Take him away! We
got rid of him at last!

Don Nolasco seems to have been killed
with the handle of a shovel.

And now the cops are questioning
everyone who owed him money.

So,

half of the town.

They should
question themselves.

All the cops had debts with him.

Even Captain Alvarez owed him
six months of his own salary.

That's why all those
morons were laughing their heads off.

Of course, everyone's
debts will be cancelled.

I don't know about that,

but whoever did it, gets 113
years of forgiveness or even more.

So then,

the cops won't bother much
about finding the culprit.

Hey, baby.

What film are you
going to tell today?

- The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
- Ah, right.

Watch out! Watch your back!

There's one left.

Do you want anything
special, Daddy?

No, it's just that…

You reminded me of a film,
of a particular scene.

Shall I tell you about it?

There…

there was a young miner
who had a job in copper.

One day,

as tired as hell,

he took a shortcut
through the desert

and found a lonely house
in some godforsaken spot.

And next to the house,

a ramshackle van.

On top of it, he saw a
dancer standing there.

A very pretty young woman,
skinnier than a broomstick…

…who danced to a melody that
was playing purely in her head.

The young man hid behind a tree
so as not to interrupt her.

And she kept on dancing.

He was spellbound.

So,

when she finished dancing,

the dancer bowed

to an imaginary audience.

And there, the young
man couldn't hold back,

and he began to applaud.

She froze.

He came out slowly, but she

jumped off the van, scared
to death, and ran home.

He told her to stop, that he
just wanted a little water.

And miraculously she stopped.

Listen to this. He
was a good soul.

She took him to the well.

He didn't know what to say,
so he made a lame joke.

But she laughed.

She was an angel from the other
side of the mountain range.

The fact is that the young man
never went down the same path again.

And after a month,
they were married.

And they had a daughter
who loved cinema.

But he could never replace
her imaginary audience.

Pig! You almost got me killed!

When did you unload it?

You know,

in this world, there
are two kinds of people.

Those with a loaded gun,

and those who dig.

You dig.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Dad?

Do you think Mom knows?

I don't think so.

Although news flies in La Pampa.

When has anything ever
flown here? Don't be stupid.

Why did you say that?

Because she may come back.

They tell me he died listening
to you narrate a film.

Yes.

- Which one?
- The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.

Ah.

I'm sure he died happy.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, thank you.

If you came to talk
about the house,

I wish I could give
you better news,

but I'm afraid you and your
brothers will have to hand it over.

Is this provisional too?

There's nothing I can do.

Maybe you could.

Mariano is old enough to work.

I understand.

Is he the one who stutters
and likes cowboys?

He's good with his hands
and no longer stutters.

Tell him to come and see me.

Thank you.

Is there something else?

You know where she is, right?

When your father
had the accident,

I started giving her money from
time to time to help the family.

She must have saved

some of the money for
the trip she had planned.

Does she write to you?

Yes. Now and again.

I'm afraid she already
knows about your father.

If that was giving you any hope.

Here.

It might have more of an
effect if you tell her.

Teatro Ideal, Antofagasta.

Enjoy. Go inside.

Beautiful woman!

Lovely!

What a beauty.

Excuse me.

Is Maria Magnolia here?

Yes. That's her dressing room.

Mm-hmm.

A girl
left them for you.

They look expensive.

Hmm.

She looked very elegant.

Yes.

How did it go?

Is she here?

The theatre was sold out,

and it wasn't a very big cabaret,
but it was modern and full of lights.

She came out in a
Spanish polka-dot dress,

with a rose in her hair

and with a feather boa

and, when she went on stage,

everyone started clapping
and calling her name.

Then she started
to dance and sing.

The flowers you gave me

When you loved me

Dried up in a puff

Of your fickleness

And still

And still

You are the hope of my soul

It was the most difficult,

but perhaps it was the
best film I ever narrated.

Because it allowed
me to bury my mother.

Did the audience like it?

Some threw flowers at her.

Did you see her?

Did you speak to her?

Yes, but only for a short time

because there were lots of
people who wanted to greet her.

But she gave me lots of kisses and
sent lots of kisses to all of you.

Did she tell you if she was
ever going to come here?

She said it was difficult,

that she had lots of performances,
and she's going on tour

throughout Chile and
as far as Argentina.

Hey, we
might see her on TV!

- Yes, that's true.
- Yes.

What?

Just you wait…

I prefer the cinema.

Back.

Everyone, back.

Back.

Don't go near. This way, please.

That's as far as it goes.
Madam, I'm sorry. Back up.

Maria, this Sunday we are going
to show the best western ever.

Loads of shooting!

Romanticism.

Radios with monkeys,

as the projectionist called
them, invaded the town.

People stopped
going to the cinema.

As for me, only from time to time, a
sick old woman with no television set

would send for me to
narrate an old film.

Fortunately, we were able
to stay in the house.

Without telling anyone,
Hauser helped us.

He made Mariano
the new watchman.

Don't worry about the money.

He dreamt of being a
cowboy all his life.

But as soon as they
gave him the job,

they decided to swap
the horse for a bicycle.

If no one comes today, can
I have my trousers back?

No, you gave them to me.

I began to feel lonely.

I deeply missed the cinema,

its closeness.

A place where I could dream.

My escape route.

I needed something
to do on Sundays.

My brother Mirto became
infatuated with a young widow

who lost her husband
in an accident…

The mine gave her compensation,

and she bought a fabulous car

to start a new life
in a better place.

Thanks.

He was awed by her

and went with her to Coyhaique,

some 2,500 miles to the
south of the country.

Mirto! You can have them back.

Not bad for someone who
didn't understand women,

to end up following them
to the end of the world.

- I'll miss you.
- Me too.

Go on.

Mirto!

There is a place very
close by Where they go

Boys and girls to dance

You already see
echoes in the air…

Juanito, another round.

- Shall we play one more game?
- Sure.

Jose, can you lend
me some pesos?

I've lent you enough.

Don't even look at me.

Juanito.

Put some more pesos on my tab. I'll
pay you back when I get my salary.

Go home, Mariano. You've
had enough for today.

You're so ungrateful, Juan.

Didn't you owe Nolasco
eight months' salary?

Thanks to me, you
don't owe him anything.

Thanks to me, no one
owes Nolasco anything.

Bunch of good-for-nothings!

You're all a bunch of
ungrateful bastards!

Mariano Castillo!

It's me.

Two days
later, the police came.

Stay there. Stay there, please!

Mariano confessed that he'd killed
Nolasco to free our family from debt,

but he never said he had
done it to take revenge

for what that son of a bitch
moneylender had done to me.

My brother Marcelino began
working in the saltpeter works,

and that made him
open his eyes wide.

- How did it go?
- Fine.

I'm hungry.

They want us to keep our heads down.
Convince us that things can't change.

- It's ready.
- Right.

And that's it.

But people are taking action.

The workers in Maria Elena,

in Victoria, and at the
works in Taltal are realizing

the power we have
if we join forces.

One day, the saltpeter workers
will be the owners of all this.

Let's hope so.

Traditionally here,
every year after the elections

the supporters…

We're winning.

…have no better way to celebrate

than to jump into the
fountain in the square.

Some achieved their purpose, but
immediately the police arrived…

We shall prevail…

We shall prevail…

A thousand chains must be broken

We shall prevail,
we shall prevail

We will overcome fascism

Mauricio!

Why do you live alone?

My wife was
reluctant to leave Europe.

But I managed to cajole her

by writing letters to her about the
wonders of the Atacama landscape,

as if it were the
Far West itself.

She liked to travel, she
couldn't have children,

so we needed a new adventure.

But when she came

and saw how desolate it is
here, she wanted to go back.

She told me women turn
into pillars of salt here.

Do you think I'll turn
into a pillar of salt?

You're too young to
even think about it.

And I'm too old for you.

You're right.

I should have said what that
son of a bitch did to me.

No. What you did was fine. You
shouldn't have to relive it.

Besides, they
would've blamed you.

I should never have
left you alone with him.

I deserve to be here.

- What's that noise?
- Something in Santiago.

- How do you know?
- I just heard it on the radio.

What happened to…
Mauricio, the poet?

He was a good kid.

And he still is.

You two were joined at the hip.
You went everywhere together.

You were made for marriage.

He's with Delfina now, and it
looks like they'll get married.

She won't let him slip away.

He got tired of waiting for me.

And mother?

Did you see her on TV?

No.

You didn't talk to her
when you saw her, right?

I didn't want to.

She knows where we are.

I'm not going to
talk about her, ever.

Time's up!

All prisoners back
to their cells.

What's going on?

- Let's go.
- Take care, sis.

Take care of Marcelino.

The armed forces
and law enforcement agencies

have been deployed today

only under patriotic inspiration

to bring the country
out of chaos…

We can't give up, comrades.

Have faith that we still
have time to change things.

We can't give up the fight.
It's the only way to win.

Come on!
Hurry the fuck up!

…that acutely…

…was being rushed in by Salvador
Allende's Marxist government.

Stop right there!

Stop.
Stop right there!

Come on, for
fuck's sake! Onwards!

The Chambers

shall remain in recess
until further notice.

Marcelino.

On September 11, 1973,

Pinochet took control
of our country.

President Allende died.

Thousands more were killed,

others imprisoned and tortured.

People simply disappeared.

Others took their own lives.

Days later,
they found in the desert

a decomposing corpse
disfigured by vultures.

They say it could
have been Marcelino's.

But who's to say that
it was him for sure,

or that he didn't ride a devil's
tail to a much better world?

They set a curfew.

They closed the cinema.

It was as if fear had erased
the color from the film,

and everything turned
to black and white.

Radio Chilena ends its
daytime program with…

Maria.

- Are you alone?
- Yes.

I came to say goodbye.

Why? Were you sacked?

No. But clearly the ship is sinking,
and I was never the captain,

so I shouldn't be
the last to leave.

It's sad to see it
all go down the drain.

Do you mean the saltpeter
works or the country?

The saltpeter works.

It won't last much longer.

And as for the new
government, well, you know me,

I could talk to the devil
himself if I had to,

but that doesn't
mean I'd want to.

- Where will you go?
- Back to where I came from.

I hope you can leave too.

The mine was no longer good
business, and it had a slow death.

The Americans left. Many
people lost their job and home.

Hauser had to do the
dirty work before he left.

One thing would have
surprised Hauser, for sure.

But I never told him.

Maria.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I was looking for
you.

- I'm leaving.
- You too?

Because of your dad?

Will you try to find him?

Look…

I don't think there's much I
can do for him at the moment,

but I want to write
about what happens.

I want to be a writer.

And I need to get out
of here to do that.

I'm going to start in the
capital, and… I don't know.

- Who knows?
- Hmm.

And Delfina?

Um, Delfina doesn't
know I'm leaving.

Why are you telling me?

Because I want you
to come with me.

I can't.

Why?

Because…

I still have important
things to do here.

Besides,

you and I already
left a long time ago.

We left like

Charlie Chaplin and Paulette
Goddard in Modern Times,

like Belmondo and Anna
Karina in Pierrot, Le Fou.

Like Henry Fonda and Sylvia
Sidney in You Only Live Once.

Write to me.

The town, not I,
had become a pillar of salt.

The dust was everywhere.

The last few days before I left,
I didn't see anyone else there.

I was only a bit older than my mom
was when she first got pregnant,

so I guess I had
broken my promise,

a life of my own.

But she was wrong

because this was the first time that
I felt I was in control of my life.

"And God opened the sea with
a blast of his nostrils."

"Behold
his mighty hand!"

Maria Martina!

Be careful. There
might be broken glass.

Where did you used to sit?

Come, look.

There, in the third
or fourth row.

All together.

We're going back home.

Run, quick, quick.

Come on, all
aboard. The tour is over.

It's time to go
back to the city.

Come on, please.
The tour is over.

Let's go in that way.

We
are the last ones.