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Lynch him! Criminal!

Murderer! Criminal!

In Chillán, on September 23, 1960,

Jorge del Carmen Valenzuela Torres
appeared before the Court

already indicted,

and urged to tell the truth, he explained:

The earliest memories I have are when

I was about six years old

and my father, Carlos Valenzuela Ortiz,

worked at the Polibio Fuentes
country estate,

which is in the village of Quilelto,
in the Department of San Carlos.

My father worked as a farmhand

and lived on that very estate
in a wooden shack

along with my mother,
me and my kid brother,

whose name I don't remember 'cause

I called him El Pidén.

I must have been around eight years old

when I left home...

walking... and...
getting food along the road,

until I arrived in San Fabián...

Behave like a man, Canaquita!
Not a word!

With your permission, mayor.

Feel at home, my corporal,
help yourself.

Drink it all, corporal.
Drink up.

The little devil is not bad at all...

But you know, I spend very
little time here, my corporal.

And my aunt is now too old
to raise kids, don't you agree?

It's incredible,

bringing kids into this world
without taking any responsibility...

What blame has the poor little one?

Someone should take
responsibility for these things.

Another drink, my corporal?
Help yourself.

- Who is God?
- The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

- How many Gods are there?
- Only one God, no more.

- Where is he?
- In Heaven, on Earth and everywhere.

Come forward, Campos.

- What brings you here, my corporal?
- I'd like to have a word with you Father.

- At your disposal, Campos.
- Come this way.

And you, don't make
any disturbance, ok?

Silence!
Do you know the Child Jesus?

Would you like to have
your first communion, little one?

Then I went with corporal Ulloa
to San Carlos to serve him

and look after the pigs.

A gentleman took me in

to herd goats and look for firewood...

I was there for about four months.

Then another one took me
to Quebrada Oscura in the mountain range.

I stayed there for about a year...

But then I met this guy called Lucho,

who paid me better and
gave me more guarantees,

so I took off with him to Caman.

I was there about a year and a half.

And then I left with another master,

who paid me 1,500 pesos a month

and gave me goat meat
from time to time...

This master was very demanding.

because he sent me in search of
firewood in the rain,

without a blanket
and didn't let me warm myself,

so I left... walking...

Since dawn dozens of people
have been gathering here

at the Nahueltoro Bridge,

waiting for the arrival of the judge,

the police
and the investigative authorities,

who, accompanied by the self-confessed
criminal Jorge Valenzuela Torres,

better known as the Jackal of Nahueltoro,

will proceed to the reconstruction

of the horrible events that
have shaken the citizenry

and left a balance of
six innocent victims.

Murderer! Murderer!

Criminal!

THE WANDERING OF JOSÉ

Then I worked on
different country estates

until about three years ago,

when I came to my mother's house.

I discovered that I had two more siblings,

offspring of her and my father's brother,

Juan Miguel Valenzuela Henriquez.

One girl, Norma,

and one boy called Juan.

I stayed for about a month
at my mother's house

and I stole nothing from her.

I only took a pair of flip-flops
belonging to my sister.

I was working
in different country estates...

until I arrived in Ralbunco...

Then I was put in jail.

After leaving jail,

I met María Gonzalez.

And I stayed at her house for some days.

I had a fight with one of her nephews

who slashed my hand.

They say we were under arrest.

One of Maria Gonzalez' sisters
threw me out of the house and

I left in search of work,

walking for 25 days, without finding any.

Then I crossed the Ñuble River.

And how much do you want
for these filthy things?

You decide.

Where did you steal it?

No, my sister gave it to me...

she lives around here...

The shirt is good, nothing else...

No money. I'll give you
half a jar for it. If not...

Ok, give it to me.

Jovina, go look after the baby.

And you, blow that fire.

Haven't you seen the chickens?

Take 'em down there.

Are you looking for something?

Do you need anything?

Could you give me
some water, please?

You're not from around here?

Take it.

A stranger?

What?

Have you been long around these parts?

No, I've just arrived.

Have you spoken with the boss?

No, not at all.

He's around the house.

Lots of work?

Listen, for one that is alone and
on top of that has 5 kids,

I'd change with anyone...

It was different when the deceased
was alive...

Jovina, hush that child!

Time passes and there's so much to do...

Listen, you don't have
to go to the trouble of...

A little bit more?

At dawn he appeared dead
by the stream...

six stab-wounds in his body.

By the stream of the new road...

Listen, he was drunk...

And you... go to sleep
before the fire falls upon you.

Now!

Listen, he wasn't a bad man at all.

The fire is going out.

Where are you going?

I'm leaving now.

In this cold?

Who sent you?
Holy Mother!

Watch out, leave that there!
How can you?

Who sent you to do this, oh God?

I need the house, he told me...

"You know, lady, I need the house

for a new tenant who works on my estate".

Isn't it true that the deceased served

you and worked for you,
as the good Christian he was?

"Yes, but now he is dead,"
he told me,

"and you know that I need the house.

If you resist,

I'll throw you out by force",
he told me.

And I said to him: "You'll see".

Around four they arrived,
throwing everything outside,

showing no compassion at all.

They'll see, those bastards!

"As for men, why do you worry?

Don't you have the bum
that came yesterday?"

I did it for you.

"I share your feelings, Rosa."
Thank you, boss.

This is it.

The place isn't bad.

I... was laying on the ground.

it was around... five in the afternoon.

Rosa had brought me wine

from the one-armed man...
Three liters.

Did you drink it by yourself?

No, she also drank.

How much?

Just a little bit,
that's why I was so drunk.

Where was she when you hit her?

I was there, lying on the ground.

And she was fixing the fire

and she scolded me because

I had taken her away
from Los Encinos.

It made me mad
and then I grabbed a scythe.

that was by my side
and I hit her with the shaft.

You didn't use the blade?

No, I don't remember...

I just used the shaft, that's all.

And the stones... what did
you use the stones for?

I don't know what for...
I don't remember.

How come you can't remember?

So that she wouldn't move anymore.

Did you drop them on her?

And then?

Jovina came.

She saw me and ran away.

- Did you follow her?
- Yes, sir.

What for? To kill her?

Yes, sir, to kill her.

You followed her,
striking her to the ground?

I don't remember, I was very drunk.

Why did Alicia come here?

She came to look for firewood...

- And you were looking for her?
- Yes, sir.

To kill her?

Yes, sir, to kill her.

She was standing there,

staring at me.

She didn't say a word to me.

I hit her with the stick.

Did you strangle her?

I don't remember doing so.

He's lying. The corpse shows
evidence of strangulation.

The little girls were squatting...

I drew close...
And I hit them with the stick.

Neither tried to escape...
I hit them with the stick.

How long did it take
you to kill the girls?

I think about three hours.

And why did you kill the children, man?

So they wouldn't suffer,
poor miserable ones...

On page 105, the report from
the prison of Chillán was added,

which was used to take into custody

the defendant Valenzuela

along with the items
found in his possession,

which were: a brown blanket,
a pan, a bed sheet,

a tin spoon, two spools
of thread and a polishing file.

On page 101, Jorge del
Carmen Valenzuela Torres

said that after finishing
Rosa Rivas and her children,

he took 6.300 pesos, which were
in a basket, and left the place.

On page 141, the defendant pleaded...

PURSUIT AND ARREST

All the military forces of the province
have been mobilized in search

of the sextuple murderer of
Nahueltoro, who without pity

cruelly killed a mother
and her six little children.

Many neighbors
have joined in the hunt.

All parts of society has been outraged
over this horrendous crime.

Moreover, one fears that the Jackal
is about to reach the Argentinian border.

To stop him, troops from
the Border Guard have been sent

to the mountain passes.

Serious fears exist
that this individual will leave

a trail of blood and death in his wake.

It is known that in another settlement,

the corpse of a little
girl was found raped.

Likewise, this morning the corpse
of a murdered farmer was found.

Thus, the number of victims
of this criminal without parallel

in the police records of Chile
has increased to eight.

In the last few hours a helicopter
has been added to the search.

This fact portends

that the hours of the Jackal
of Nahueltoro are numbered.

Eight guns are awaiting him
to make him pay with his life

for this horrible crime
that's been committed.

What's your name?
Damn, answer me!

On page 235, the defense of

Jorge del Carmen Valenzuela, states that

the lack of a motive explaining
the behaviour of the defendant

on the charges of murder with
serious injuries, should be investigated

on the basis of the personality
and the background of the defendant.

These show that since he was child

he's had a miserable life full of
suffering and mistreatment;

an environment which fostered
an abnormal personality

that made him react in a violent manner
and differently to a normal person,

disregarding law and morality.

TAMING AND EDUCATION

- It's very easy.
- Don't think that.

There are people who never learn.
And how's the writing going?

So so, but I'm getting better at this.

All right.

It's necessary to pass the ball.
Pass it, do you understand?

Don't keep it... strike it hard.

Hi. How are you?
Did you win?

Are you satisfied?
You like winning, right?

Canaquita, pass the shirt.

No. Don't worry.
You just go!

On May 21, at the Iquique Bay,

one of the most
glorious incidents

in the history of our fatherland occurred.

That day, Captain Arturo Prat

and his companions preferred

to give their lives rather than
lower the national flag.

"While I live, this flag will fly,

and if I die, my officers will know
how to fulfill their duty,"

Prat told his men.

"Long live Chile",

they shouted as they prepared

to fight until death.

"The Emerald" was nothing more
than an old barge.

While the "Huascar" was

a steel colossus with big canons,

a ram on the prow

and other lethal weapons.

To the shout of: "Board the ship, men!",

Prat jumped to the deck
of the enemy's ship.

Finding himself alone,

he advanced along the deck,
a sword in his hand.

Suddenly a coward fired a round at him.

A bullet hit his forehead, bringing him

death and glory.

To Thy feet we come, O Lord

seeking refuge in Thy heart.

All Thy graces we implore today,

let them protect of our nation.

Wherever the King of Kings wants,

let an altar be built.

We want God in our laws,

in the schools and at home.

An inmate of Chillán prison I am.

Mother, don't cry for that.

Because I'm not the first prisoner

and don't tell me who I am.

The cell bars are
covered in mourning.

The stone with its stone cries

cries watching me cry.

Friends and mates,

I'll ask a favor of you,

that you bring my mother here

'cos I want to say goodbye.

The guitar is coming along pretty well!

I'm still learning.

Who sells them for you on the outside?

I haven't got nobody
to sell them for me, Father.

Also, there's a lack of materials
because this is borrowed.

Three years for the four

that I've been in prison;

They read the sentence to me,

and executed by firing squad I'll be.

Further, in accordance with articles 12,

Nos. 1, 26, 27, 76, 39, No. 1,

first instance of the Criminal Code,
514, 527 and 528

of the Criminal Procedure Code,
the verdict of last Feb 23,

is hereby approved,
as written on page 245,

stating that the defendant,

Jorge del Carmen Valenzuela Torres,

who is also called

Jose del Carmen Valenzuela Torres,

Jose Sandoval Espinoza

or Jorge Castillo Torres.

is sentenced to death

on the charges of homicide

of Rosa Helena Rivas Acuña,

Alicia, Jovina, Judith
and Rosina Sanchez Rivas.

And stealing money
and belongings from

Rosa Elena Sánchez Rivas,

Jesuán Mesa and Domingo Soto

to the value of at least six

but less than fifty escudos in each case.

It is hereby noted that this sentence

is delivered on this date,

considering that during the ruling

they exercised their permission
to stay absent...

THE DEATH OF JOSÉ

Valenzuela, I'd like us
to have a talk now,

very relaxed, like the recent one you
had with those ladies who were here.

I want to ask you some questions

that are going to bring you
back memories

of other periods and times in your life

I want to ask you about your family.

For example, I want to ask you
the age of your mother.

What does your mother do, Valenzuela?

My mother is 43, sir.

She works in the fields.

She works in the fields...

Listen, in all your conversations,

you have asked
for assistance for your mother.

Help... that you help me with money...

so I... when my mother comes...

I'll give her what I got...

so she can fulfill her needs.

And have you discovered
new things here?

Work. I've learned to work
in several jobs.

I have learnt how to get dressed
and also how to eat.

Look,

is it true that you previously lived...

on the island of Ñuble river?

Yes. I lived on the island.

What did you do there? Work?

No, I just was there, that's all.

One more thing.

Have you felt more comfortable

and calm here than you were before?

I've felt more peaceful.

Here you realize more about life.

What else did you do on the island?

What other activities did you do?

No,

I was just passing time, that's all.

One more thing,

if your mother were here now,

or if we brought you her voice

in this recording machine,

what would you ask your mother?

What I would ask her is to be calm.

Just that?

Yes, just that.

Do you fully regret
the crime you committed?

Yes, I regret very much what I did...

Because at that moment

I didn't realize...

what I did.

You blame your crime
directly on alcohol,

on the wine that you drank?

On alcohol and besides that

I never had any teaching from nobody,

Never had any duca...
enducation... no nothing.

And does it hurt you to recall the moment

in which you committed the crime?

Yes, it hurts me very much.

During your time in prison, Valenzuela,

through your work,
especially basket making,

what other things have you learned here?

What other jobs?

I have learned to make picture frames
at 5,000 pesos each.

And small guitars at 4,500 pesos.

Do you believe that the
President of the Republic...

will grant you a pardon?

Yes, I've always had hope in him.

What do you promise in return

to the President of the Republic?

What I promise him,

if... if he pardons me,

is to become a humble and industrious man,

useful to society.

Also, to help my mother.

At this moment, what would you ask

all the Chileans that
are listening to you?

What... what I would ask them is...

to help me ask for a pardon
from the President.

For Jorge del Carmen Valenzuela Torres

there only remains
a single hope of salvation:

that the President of the Republic

decides to commute the death sentence
for a life sentence.

For the moment
the decision has been postponed

in view of the visit to our country

by the President of Brazil,

His Excellency Mr. Joao Goulart.

Now they won't kill me, right, Father?

Now I'm a Catholic,

which is why I have... hope

that the President will
grant me a pardon.

And if he doesn't, Jorge,

you don't have the right
to consider it an injustice.

What I...
what I promise him is,

if he forgives me...

That is someone you don't see now, Jorge.

The day that you see him...

I always have had that hope in him.

Father, Father,

what does the President say?

We are a few kilometers
from Chillán prison.

The firing squad under the
command of Captain Fuenzalida

is currently doing what
can best be called

the general rehearsal of the execution

that will be carried out at dawn today.

Captain,

I would like to ask some questions

concerning the dawn execution.

Well, there really isn't
much I can tell you.

Both the officer as well as the squad
have been chosen by raffle.

We are here to carry out
our superior's orders.

Captain,

what's the reason
for this shooting practice?

Well, it's a way to calm the officials.

Moreover, this way one ensures
the effectiveness of the shooting,

thus avoiding useless bloodshed.

Also, one ensures
the fulfillment of an action

within the grace of the law.

Captain,

don't you feel remorse
for executing a man?

Well, I spoke about it
with a priest

And he gave me a satisfactory explanation;

He told me... that my case was like

a doctor that amputates an arm
of a patient to save his life.

For society to keep healthy,
you have to cut off

the sick arm, I mean, the delinquent.

And this the first time that you
participate in an execution, Captain?

Not at all. Look, I've a lot of
practice in executing people.

And I can tell you that
all my executions have been perfect.

It's a sad honor, isn't it?

- What did your son tell you, Mrs.?
- Not to suffer.

- Does he know he is going to die?
- He has been told.

Father, is he repentant of his sins?

No doubt about it,
none at all.

I mean... he... Look,

I think he has a clear understanding,
a very clear understanding

that what he is suffering now,
he deserves.

In a such a way that he is not angry.

He doesn't feel any hate or
resentment against anyone.

Not towards justice,
not towards his lawyers.

Not towards his relatives.

Towards no one.
Because he is willing

to face up to and pay for
what he's done.

Three misses, boys.
Improve your aim!

This is where they're shooting me.

This is how I sleep.
This is how they're killing me.

Of course. Like I told you,

this could be used
as the plot for a movie.

A thing like the case

of the Man With the Iron Mask,
or something like that.

But... let's say...
I, in my capacity as judge,

believe that your good intentions

now would meet with no success.

Is it really proven then
that José is that very Jorge?

Of course, he has never
called himself José.

In fact, he even has a brother
called José.

He is Jorge.

But the presidential authorization,
Mr Justice, said José...

- No, no, it said Jorge.
- No, it said José de Carmen...

No, it said Jorge
because that's his principal name.

The rest are names that he has used...

that he has used improperly, see?

Possibly, he has used
them with bad intention,

with wrong intent,
with the intention to hide himself.

I saw your mother.

Poor mum...

I love her.

- Since when?
- Since when do you love yours?

Farewell, Canaquita!

Goodbye, Huacito!

How are you going to die, Canaquita?

In silence, because to scream
would be unpleasant.

Look, I think that evidently

we are dealing with a rustic individual,

A farmhand... let's say,
of the third class.

I am an inmate of the prison of Chillán.

Mother, don't cry for that,

Because I'm not the first prisoner

and don't tell me who I am.

The cell bars are covered in mourning.

Valenzuela,

the prison director has come to see you.

He has come from Santiago.

Valenzuela, do you need anything?

To see my mother, Mr. Director.

José, look at me...

Don't worry about your mother.

The Board of Prisoners
will look after her.

Thank you, Mr. Director.

His serenity is incredible.

What attracts my attention the most
is his worry for his mother.

Yes, the priest has done a good job,
it can't be denied.

The man is calm and won't
present any trouble tomorrow.

This would be a good farewell,
my friend Valverde.

Father...

bury me in San Carlos,

will you?

When... my father died,

My mother started to live

to live... with my father's brother,

Miguel Valenzuela Henriquez.

When I committed that...

when I did what I did.

The bars...

the cell...

are covered in mourning,

The stone

with its stone

cries upon watching me... it cries.

Father,

I wanted to live...

even if I were shut
behind bars the rest of my life.

I went to live with
my uncle Oscar Ortiz

who had an apiary...

My uncle also treated me very poorly.

Father...

Maybe now it's stopped raining...

No, Jorge.

I left for the Monte Blanco estate

and there a milkmaid named Blanca

became fond of me

and treated me like a son.

I spent about six months there,

until Ramon Valenzuela
came looking for me

and took me to my mother.

I'm not afraid to die, Father

because I'm going to Heaven.

Campano. I was called Campano

due to the small yellow roses
that grow beside the rails...

Corporal Campos was the one
who named me "Canaca".

"Jackal of Nahueltoro"...

In the beginning I liked it.

Poor mom...

I love her, I told the journalist
and he took more pictures of me.

Father,

bury me in San Carlos, will you?

I want to die like a man, Father.

Here I... have learnt to know life.

Now I know that

there is a God.

And I feel I am a Catholic and a Chilean.

All right, guys, let's go. It's time.

I ask not to die blindfolded...

I want to see.

If you don't let yourself be blindfolded,

you are going to inflict
much harm on those men

who have to shoot you

in accordance with the law.

Do it for them, will you?

He's alive!
Nobody move!

I haven't killed anyone, dammit!
Let me go, dammit!

I'm just doing my duty!
Murderer!

Don't be ridiculous!
Nobody has been killed here!

Fucking hell! Crappy killers!