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Ciao

Could I have a ticket please?

- What's with you? - What is it, Mr. Patricio?

Why is there a gang of low-class guys watching my show?

Who?

The ones in aisle 6, Lucho.

- They paid, like everyone else, sir. - No, man.

Tell me. Have you ever seen prostitutes here? Is this a brothel?

Have you seen hookers here?

Do people come to fuck?

Could I have a ticket?

Don't insult me, this is a respectable place.

I don't see the problem, sir.

The problem is that one of those scumbags could leave cum everywhere!

I can't keep tabs on them, Lucho!

"Father, I've sinned," he says.

"What was your sin?"

"At the beach, I touched my girlfriend's breasts."

"Did you do it over or underneath her bathing suit, son?"

"Over, Father."

"You're an idiot, the sin is the same!"

Thank you!

Here's a good one!

A good-looking girl gets on a bus.

She asks a guy, "Could I have your seat? I'm pregnant."

"Of course," he says, "I hadn't noticed. Please."

He looks at her and sees her tummy is flat.

"Excuse me, miss, but tell me,

how far along are you?"

"30 min, but I'm so tired!"

Thank you very much!

You look too skinny.

No one wants to dance with you anymore.

I've always weighed this much, Patricio.

That's a lie. You're a liar.

Come back when you've eaten. You're fired.

Shut up, you faggot.

You're a bag of bones with no tits. You look like a boy.

Watch what you say. You'd be nothing without me.

You know very well that the girls here need to be elegant.

You made a monkey the star of the show. Talk about elegant.

You won't be the star of the cabaret! You fucked up!

I'm the most elegant person you've ever seen.

My house is filled with books, so don't be rude.

I'm Nancy Puelma, asshole. Who are you?

A fag with a taste for luxury. First generation to wear shoes.

Nancy Puelma, Nancy Puelma! Give it a rest!

- I'm not tired. - Go home, we'll talk later.

How did Fabiana convince you to put her in the show?

Did she pay? Did she stick a finger up your ass?

Or did you do it because she's younger?

She's not an artist, Patricio.

She doesn't know how to dance. And her tits sag!

You live across the street, right?

Hello, neighbor.

And you?

What are you up to?

I came to congratulate you.

What's your name, neighbor?

Mario.

See how some people just don't know how to treat me?

If you like...

I can take you home or somewhere else.

Where are you going to take me, neighbor?

- Do you want a drink? - Yes.

Come on!

There's so many people!

Don't go this way.

- You know what, try backing up. - Are you sure?

Let's just drive through.

- We'll make it. - Just step on the gas.

Let's drive through.

No, let's drive through.

- I can't. - Step on it.

- I can't. - Just step on it.

Víctor!

- What are you doing, Nancy? - Nothing.

What are you doing in this ridiculous car?

I was just going home.

Home?

Are you crazy? Nobody’s going home.

No, I don't like this.

We'll see, come on.

- JJ! - CC!

- JJ! - CC!

Communist Youth of Chile!

Communist Youth of Chile!

Power to the people!

Fighting! Creating!

Female corpse.

Identified as

Nancy Puelma Olivares.

Weight: 41 kilos.

Cause of death: acute protein energy

malnutrition

and severe dehydration.

Date of death at time of the autopsy

is about six...

to seven days ago.

Enclosed test results:

blood group and RH, BAC,

Pap test, rectal smear test,

toxicology.

"Enclosed test results:

"blood group and RH,

"BAC,

"Pap test,

rectal smear test..."

Just a second.

Mario, pay me.

Facial record:

a wound,

1.2 inches long,

located on the frontal parietal zone.

Eyes.

Violaceous bilocular hematomas.

This woman was beaten to death.

Poor old thing.

No, cross that out. Don't take that down.

Just cross it out, don't erase!

Excuse me?

All right, erase.

Can we continue?

I don't know how you can read your own handwriting.

Lungs:

pale pink color,

with a slight anthracosis.

The cross section reveals an emphysema,

enlargement of the cavities and...

Esophagus: pale pink color,

with traces of blood.

As the saying goes, "Sleepy prawns end up in batter".

Aren't you going to eat it?

No.

May I?

There are things...

things and causes

that are brought down by their own weight,

even if they're not that heavy.

But nobody can escape

the wheel of history.

And there, in that crisis, inside that wheel,

lies the dialectic contradiction

which gives birth to a new man:

virginal, vigorous,

creative, powerful,

sober,

tall...

Shit, the new man!

Now, what I believe is that the solution lies in arms.

The president may not agree, but I think that's the solution.

Arm the people, political parties,

social organizations,

unions,

neighbors...

Everything, armed.

That's how the Vietnamese fought,

and that's how we will have to fight.

Ho Chi Minh defeated the empire.

"Ho Chi Minh, we will fight until the end."

Ho-ho-ho-chi-minh, we will fight until the end!

Mario, want to stop by my house tonight?

Didn't Dr. Castillo stop by the other night?

What does it matter?

The doctor is a friend of mine.

I don't sleep with women who sleep with other men.

It's not right, Sandra.

Really, it's not.

Hello.

Here for the meeting?

Is Nancy home?

Someone's here for Nancy!

My sister's not feeling well. As usual.

She's always like that.

I see.

Has someone died?

No.

Let me know.

I'm sorry, it's cold. Want to come in?

We formed a farm workers' federation.

We hadn't finished

founding the first and starting the second when I got a call from Santiago.

So I set off to Santiago.

I came in and I realized that I'd have

to discuss petitions soon.

Even if I'd gone to the National Library,

I'd need 1 0 years to read all the books in there, no?

There was no time for anything.

One moment.

Hello.

What do you mean, who? Speaking.

What?

I can't, I'm busy.

It's truly extraordinary how close our people

are getting to fulfilling this hope.

Now our dream is coming true.

I remember when I landed at university in Osorno.

You had to walk up the hill with the typewriter.

Hello.

Can I come in? I brought you a gift.

I was rude to you. It wasn't nice.

It's rum. Do you like rum?

They send it to my father.

Your house is pretty.

So is the furniture. I like your sofas. They're pretty.

Thank you.

What a strong smell!

Smells of cat.

Smells stick to me.

I never forget smells.

I hate cats, they're the worst.

Cats eat with their eyes closed so as not to see who feeds them.

How evil! What a common and suspicious animal.

My house is full of men talking about politics.

The government this, the UP coalition that, I don't know.

None of them wants to have a drink with me.

It's awful.

You sure do have a lot of pictures, don’t you?

I like that one, with the oriental motif.

It'd look good in my room. Can I have it?

Sorry...

No.

Hey.

Why do you have so many religious motifs?

I was Catholic.

I went to church and everything.

I did my first communion. White dress, crown of flowers...

My aunt even did my nails.

The Holy Host would stick to my mouth.

Have you eaten a Host, neighbor?

No, never.

But are you Catholic?

Yes...

When I have something to ask.

Yes, sure I am.

Are you scared of purgatory, neighbor?

I'm terrified of purgatory.

The idea of burning in the flames of hell

and never dying seems terrible to me.

Am I too thin, neighbor?

I...

think that you're truly...

beautiful.

Yes?

I hate fat people, you know.

I'm thin too.

But you're not Nancy Puelma.

No.

No...

You're a gentleman, don't worry.

You are such a gentleman. I could tell right away.

I interrupted you, didn't I?

You were eating your fried egg with rice.

What a simple man.

How nice.

Can I offer you something to eat, neighbor?

Were you waiting for someone?

Yes.

For you.

How clever.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Is it too cold?

No, not at all.

Good evening.

What is "Hunan"?

It's fried.

Fried what?

Fried pepper. It's good.

Not that. Don't bring that.

- Wonton? - What?

Spring rolls?

What is that?

It has cabbage.

- Cabbage? - No, no cabbage.

It must be like a Chinese hot dog.

Bring that.

Rice?

Rice is too heavy for me.

Don't bring rice.

I'll have Peking duck. I'll pretend I'm eating that son of a bitch.

Anything to drink?

A sherry cocktail, chilled.

And you?

A rum.

Be careful.

Drinking can make you blind.

What am I going to do?

Let's get married.

Well...

What did you say?

Would you like to be my girlfriend?

I don't understand.

I said it clearly enough.

What was your name again, neighbor?

Mario.

What do you do, Mario?

I'm a civil servant.

Civil?

Civil servant.

And why did you bring me here?

To show off.

But what for?

Personal reasons.

Hello.

You're Mr. Patricio, right?

What?

Nancy is a great artist.

Her presence is crucial to the show.

Nancy is my girlfriend.

Do I look like a bitch?

No.

Then why do you wanna fuck me?

Is that car yours?

Yes.

I'll put Nancy back onstage, but I get to keep your car.

Deal?

From Quillota?

I don't think we'll have any problems.

Don't worry, everything will be

just fine. It'll go perfectly.

Everything's settled, I talked to Colonel Perez,

and it's fine.

What's your name?

Sandra Carreño.

I'm an assistant to Dr. Castillo. I perform the dissections.

And you?

Mario Cornejo.

Civil servant.

I transcribe Dr. Castillo's autopsies.

And you?

These are my trustworthy personnel, Captain.

I would like to go home now.

In a few hours, a lot of people will be coming in.

A state of war has been declared and wars have casualties.

Doctor,

you have to do something.

What would you have me do, Sandrita?

I don't know how you operate,

but I'll make sure it works.

I'm looking for someone.

Medium height.

She has brown hair. And very thin.

5 ft 6, or something like that.

No, I'm not a relative.

I'm her partner.

Nancy Puelma.

No, I don't know anything else.

All right, I'll call back later.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

Cornejo, we have to go somewhere.

Where?

An urgent matter.

You'll have to type directly on a machine. OK?

I don't have a machine, sir.

We'll take my secretary's.

I've never used it.

It's electric.

Pardon me. Excuse me, Caotain.

What?

I don't know where my wife is.

She must be home, where else would she be?

I don't know.

Call her.

I'm sure she's at home.

You're right.

She must be home.

Colonel.

Would it be possible to have a safe-conduct pass for this person?

I don't see why not.

Mr. Cornejo.

Congratulations.

You now serve the Chilean Army.

Yes.

External exam.

There's a bullet entrance hole...

with an irregular star-shape.

Diameter...

0.78 inches.

It has five tears branching out.

The largest one measuring 0.79 inch.

Both the contour

and edges of the orifice...

present an abundant...

dark and grainy impregnation.

The projectile goes through the teguments

and perforates the floor of the mouth,

causing the tongue to burst.

Together with the amputation of its farthest end,

and immediately behind the inferior edge

of the inferior maxilla, a congenital fracture.

Did you get that, Cornejo?

Not all of it, Doctor.

Captain?

Bring someone who types.

Excuse me, Colonel.

It penetrates the skull

carrying with it

a fragment cut from the tongue...

which is then embedded in the brain tissue.

The projectile,

continuing on its trajectory,

opens a path through the encephalic mass,

causing its almost total destruction

and displacement outside the cranial cavity.

Internal exam.

Internal exam...

Excuse me, Doctor.

I can't.

Conclusions:

Male corpse, identified as

Salvador Allende Gossens.

Cause of death:

a recent cervical-buccal- cranial-encephalic bullet wound,

with projectile exit.

The type of shot is

what is known in legal medicine as

"point-blank range".

The shot...

could have been made by the person himself.

Pituca, come here!

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Nancy!

Neighbor!

Why does Pituca have blood on her?

I took care of her, she's fine.

Where's my dad and David?

Where were you?

I got home, it had been blown up, so I crawled in here.

And you?

Working.

They trashed everything.

They can't have taken them. We don't have anything to do with this.

We're peaceful people.

Yes, it's all right.

It's all wrong.

It's very wrong.

Find my brother and my dad.

Go and tell the police.

I'll take care of the dog.

Are you cold?

I'm hungry.

Thank you, honey.

Can I come in?

What for?

I'd like an answer.

About what?

About what we talked about the other day.

When?

The other day.

In the Chinese restaurant.

Would you get me a radio?

A radio? Yes.

What if they come back?

I'll talk to them.

I have a position now.

Will you put something there?

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir. Do you know Sandra Carreño?

I've been looking for her for days.

If you see her, could you let me know, please?

Thank you, sir!

He killed himself.

He was killed.

He killed himself.

He was killed, Mario.

Good morning.

There are too many people piling up here.

So get to work on performing autopsies

and moving them out.

For the casualties that arrive,

you count the bullet holes,

write down how many bullets and where,

sex, date, and approximate age.

And that's it.

We're going to have to assign numbers to them, Caotain.

Well, then assign numbers to them.

Afterwards, civil registry personnel will come

and take fingerprints.

That is not autopsy protocol,

sir.

Sir.

Help...

Thank you.

RESTRICTED ACCESS

Thank you.

What time is it?

I brought you the radio.

Does it need batteries?

No, it's a tube radio.

I need one with batteries.

Batteries?

You must find my dad and brother.

They've disappeared.

Please find them, OK?

All right, all right...

What happened here?

Why are these people here now?

What happened? Why are they here now?

Look!

What happened?

Marito? Help me...

I can't take it anymore, Marito...

Doctor...

What happened?

You have to do something.

This nurse was fine. I was just with her! Why is she here?

And he's injured. What happened?

I don't understand...

You have to do something!

Tell them what they're doing here!

When will they stop this?

Why don't they get it over with?

What happened?

These people were here, alive, because I saw them!

Because I saved this man!

He was wounded and I saved him!

What happened? Sons of bitches! Stop this at once!

I said I saved him! And you have to stop this!

- Make it stop, Doctor! Tell him! - You saved him?

Tell them to stop!

Yes! I saved him!

And you killed him again!

You killed him again! Why?

This man was here, alive!

Hello.

Hello, Mario.

Thank you for everything, comrade.

I can't hear you.

Thank you very much for everything, comrade.

Listen, Mario.

Mario, right?

Excuse me, but...

Would you bring us some food?

Anything.

Thank you, neighbor.

Bring me cigarettes, neighbor.

Go on.

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