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One song by Víctor Jara is more dangerous than 100 machine guns.

He was too much of a threat. They had to kill him.

Víctor wasn't only murdered,

he was murdered in the worst possible way...

tortured to death.

If you are a political musician,

Víctor Jara

continues to be a great inspiration.

Those responsible for this crime

have lived their entire lives as if they hadn't done anything.

I was not at Chile Stadium.

My hands are clean.

I have never tortured anyone.

If he says he wasn't at Chile Stadium,

he's lying.

In 1973,

did you shoot

and kill Víctor Jara?

Did you kill Víctor Jara?

There was always a guitar at home

because my mother was a singer.

She would sing at funerals, baptisms, and weddings.

She'd sing folk songs passed on through the generations.

Chile at that time was a very unjust country

with vast social disparity.

On the streets, you'd see children living in poverty

with no shoes in the middle of winter.

Poverty was something that beat you down.

Víctor Jara carried that with him.

In June of 1960,

when I was finishing at the university,

I met Víctor.

Víctor sang traditional folk repertoire.

But he also started composing his own songs.

For example,

Paloma, I want to tell you that I'm lonely, that I love you.

That's a song he composed for Joan.

He was deeply in love with Joan.

Víctor started with love.

All of his songs started with love.

We are who we are because of love,

and we want to be better because love exists.

The world turns, creates and multiplies

because love exists.

Later, he began to

speak to what was going on in Chile.

He collected the experiences of the community.

All of these stories he collected directly from the people.

He went and listened,

and then he wrote those songs.

In "El Arado," he sings of the peasant experience.

Firmly I press my hand

And plunge the plow into the earth

I've been doing this for years

How could I not be worn out?

Recently, Latin American youth

have become aware of the social realities

in their own countries.

And they have begun to rebel

and join the cause of the working class.

It's a type of rebel song.

The new Chilean music was very connected to

everything new that was happening in the 60s.

Víctor Jara was the most innovative artist of the time.

We'll free ourselves From domination and misery

If you live in a country full of turmoil,

full of worker and student protests,

and you yourself are a part of that struggle,

your songs will reflect the times.

Clean like fire is my rifle barrel

We've had enough of that music that doesn't speak to us,

that entertains us only for a moment

but leaves us empty.

We began to create a new kind of song.

It was music that was born out of total necessity.

One of his most famous songs was 'Prayer for the Worker.'

It was a great depiction of what we were experiencing in Chile.

Rise up and look at your hands

To grow, reach out to your brother

It gave the feeling that

where this country was headed, would be very dramatic.

In the hour of our death, amen.

Allende! Allende!

Like all artists at that time,

we participated intensely in the Popular Unity movement.

And among us, the one who most proudly carried the flag

was Víctor Jara.

Come, come Come with me

We'll go down the wide road

To where a new destiny begins

Come

During the presidential campaign,

we accompanied Allende to many places.

Víctor's songs were the soundtrack for that piece of history.

His music was essential to Allende's víctory.

Always has been, and always will be

a nation of freedom!

Allende said there is no revolution without songs.

It is official, Salvador Allende has been elected President of Chile.

The President of the Republic, Comrade Salvador Allende.

After helping Allende win the election,

Víctor Jara is becoming a worldwide phenomenon.

He was always very successful.

I don't remember any of Víctor's concerts

that didn't end with standing ovations

and people on their feet, asking for more.

He had that spiritual connection with the people.

We played music to support Allende as President.

Then we realized that the right wing opposition to Allende

was getting more aggressive.

Paramilitary groups were forming.

We saw how right wing forces wanted to disrupt society

just because they were losing power.

Half the population,

those of us who supported Allende and democracy,

were considered delinquents or suspicious.

If you were stopped by a soldier, you had to prove your innocence.

They would insult us. They would yell at us on the street,

"They're all corrupt degenerates!

These filthy communists should get out of Chile!"

Víctor had several difficult encounters.

One time, he went to sing at a school.

In one song, he denounced a certain Minister

who had ordered an offensive

that killed many people in the south of Chile.

You must answer why, Mr. Pérez Zujovic,

you responded to defenseless people With rifle fire.

And the man's son was there.

He started screaming at Víctor,

and what followed was terrible. They started throwing rocks,

and if Víctor hadn't run out, they would have lynched him.

We knew the times were difficult,

but we thought things would work out.

We never imagined such violence could happen in Chile.

The long-rumored coup, today became a reality.

People must go to their places of work,

occupy the factories

and prepare for the fight against Fascism.

The Air Force has bombed the towers.

I just addressed the workers. I will not resign.

I will repay with my life

the loyalty of the people.

It's our history and the people will write it.

Long live Chile! Long live the people! Long live the workers!

A few minutes ago, President Allende was reported dead.

We were just informed

that the leader of the coup is General Pinochet,

Commander-in-Chief of the Chilean Armed Forces.

"The Armed Forces have acted today

solely out of patriotism

to save the country from the chaos

that was caused by

the Marxist government of Salvador Allende.

On the morning of the 12th,

we were shocked to see, advancing towards the University,

a company of about a hundred soldiers.

That's where they arrived with their canons and their artillery.

Then, with absolutely no warning,

they began machine-gunning the University's central building.

They got everybody out,

putting professors and students

on the floor with hands on their heads.

Among them was Víctor.

Víctor was part of the University's Communications Department.

Then they began to transfer us to the stadium,

which was called Chile Stadium.

We got off the buses and they started beating us

as they brought us into the stadium.

There were five or six thousand political prisoners.

We all arrived beaten and injured,

bleeding, clothes ripped, many were barefoot.

Many arrived without pants, in their underwear,

dirty and dragged on the floor.

They took off my clothes.

They left me in my bra and panties

with their weapons pressed up against me.

They searched me. They touched me everywhere.

I saw so many things there.

They killed a young boy.

He must've been 12 or 13.

A friend of mine climbed up to the stairs.

He shouted, "Long live Allende!"

Then he jumped.

I was in the line. An officer searched the prisoners

and took Víctor Jara out of the line.

The hysterical officer explodes in a furious rage against Víctor.

"You're that motherfucker son of a bitch, Víctor Jara,

singer of Communist songs. I'll teach you, asshole, how to sing!"

You're Víctor Jara!

You motherfucker! Sing now, asshole, sing!

And he beat him.

The soldier raises his machine gun and strikes Víctor hard on the back.

Then another soider hits him again, and makes him fall on his knees

almost at the feet of the officer.

Víctor tires to protect his face with his hands.

But when he opens up his hands, one of the officers kicks him,

almost bursting Víctor's eye.

Then, an Air Force officer approaches, smoking,

and flicked his cigarette near Víctor and told him, "Smoke it, asshole!"

Víctor said that he didn't smoke.

The officer yelled, "Smoke it, asshole!"

Faced with this, Víctor, with a hesitant and trembling hand,

reaches for the cigarette butt.

The guard smashes his wrists and says,

"Try playing the guitar now, with your hands like that, you son of a bitch."

The condition in which I saw Víctor, he was beaten, destroyed inside.

He would try to stand, but kept falling down.

They'd beat him so he'd stay on his feet.

The last time we saw Víctor alive

was up there, with a bleeding face,

looking out at the stadium stands,

at about one or two thousand political prisoners.

Those were his people.

Víctor was not only shot.

They didn't simply place a gun to his head and shoot.

He was murdered in the worst possible way.

Tortured to death.

With our heads behind out heads,

we were led towards the front of the stadium.

And what we saw was like Dante's Inferno.

There were 20 to 30 cadavers piled up.

And amongst that mountain of corpses was the lifeless body of Víctor Jara.

I'd like to just say a word.

I am so touched to know that after so many years,

Víctor's memory continues to live on through all of you.

There has been protection for the murderers.

There has been a pact of silence between them.

It's the bitterness of injustice in this country.

Those who abused, tortured and murdered,

for the vast majority, nothing happened to them.

The guy was all beaten up.

Beat up good.

Did they have him sitting, standing, tied up?

They had him sitting.

They had some military stretchers. That's where they had him.

And they beat and beat and beat him.

And who shot him?

Barrientos.

How did he shoot him, Jose?

Nearly at point-blank range.

My sister called me and said, "Listen, Pablo,

a soldier on TV said you killed Víctor Jara."

And my question was, "Who is Víctor Jara? Who is Víctor Jara?"

She told me, "Pedro Pablo, they're seeking your extradition."

I did not kill Víctor Jara. I was not at Chile Stadium.

Everything they say is a lie.

They want me in Chile as a political trophy.

We were never rich.

But we were rich in the lessons our mother taught us.

My father abandoned me when I was two years old.

And we lived off what the sea provided. We had fish, seafood.

There was always music in our home.

I'd wake up to music because my brothers were always singing.

They were always playing instruments.

On Sundays, we'd go to see the regiment's band

with the soldiers raising the national flag.

I wouldn't miss a single Sunday.

I started military school when I was sixteen.

To start that military regimen, that new way of life,

to leave the city where I lived and go to Santiago alone,

it was like a dream.

I met Pedro Pablo at my home. He came over with a friend.

I was fifteen and he was eighteen.

He was fun. He was polite.

He had personality, but he was reserved.

That period of my life with Maria Teresa was very beautiful.

I went to the Engineering School as a newlywed,

and I left the school as a Lieutenant.

When I had the chance to vote for the president,

I decided to vote for Salvador Allende.

Because his policies were good.

Because I grew up in a place where poverty existed.

All of a sudden, this man shows up and says, "We're going to eliminate poverty."

I thought, "I'm going to be a Socialist."

During Salvador Allende's time, things became very difficult.

The country had no food. There was nothing.

You had to stand in line for milk.

All this coffee, milk, they are all rationed.

The country began having problems. There were strikes, trucker strikes.

Workers were striking at different factories.

If blood has to flow, then blood will flow.

The people were on the streets.

Salvador Allende's speeches became more and more harsh.

We must strengthen the power of the people.

By '73, we were a nation divided.

September 10th was a special day.

Soldiers arrived and knocked on our door.

They told us we had to be ready because

we'd probably be going to Santiago to carry out orders.

He gave me a kiss and left.

He said, "I don't know where we're going in Santiago.

I don't know what will happen."

At 7:30 AM, we arrived at the Armory.

The Major told us,

"You're going to need four soldiers from your unit to be bodyguards."

That's when I selected Hinojosa.

I was chosen, along with other soldiers, to be a bodyguard for the Major.

I accompanied Hinojosa as part of the security detail.

We went to the Ministry of Defense.

Around 11 AM, they started bombing the Moneda Palace.

We heard on the radio that Allende had died.

Pinochet made an address and declared power.

From that moment on, I was always with the Major.

I was at the Ministry of Defense with my squadron.

We patrolled the sector we were assigned to,

which had an entry and exit base at the Armory.

For 24 hours a day, from the 11th to the 16th,

I was with lieutenant Pedro Pablo Barrientos Nunez.

During that time, we had no order to go to Chile Stadium.

We were just in one area.

Chile Stadium was very far from the area we patrolled.

I was never at the Chile Stadium. What more can I tell you?

I met Lieutenant Barrientos when I joined the army.

Because he was our section commander.

Mr. Paredes accused him directly on TV, even though he was never in Chile Stadium.

Never. Our company never went to Chile Stadium.

Barrientos was never there.

I think all this about placing me at the Chile Stadium is easily explained.

First, in that program "En La Mira",

they named me as the person in charge of Chile Stadium.

And when that got repeated time and time again, for weeks,

it began to take hold in the minds of the people who, during that time,

were in Chile Stadium.

After that news special, the soldiers began to place me

in Chile Stadium.

When "En La Mira" aired on TV, I said to my wife,

"Hey, it's nothing but lies. None of that is true."

"Why do you say that?" she asked.

"I was there!" I said.

We never went to Chile Stadium.

Not on that date, nor afterwards.

Private Paredes went on "En La Mira" to implicate me in Víctor Jara's death.

But later he admitted he said it all

because he was pressured by police investigators.

I made up stories. All lies.

I was extremely stressed. Very stressed.

You start to feel like you're cornered,

that you said this, and then you said that.

In the end, you just explode and say,

"My lieutenant Barrientos killed him."

I didn't want any more interrogations.

And I held a grudge against him.

When I was his subordinate,

he would beat me a lot.

So when they asked, "Who did it?"

"Lieutenant Barrientos!"

And it was never true.

And it was never true.

I swear it before God and my son's grave.

It's all lies.

I feel guilty because I did many things I shouldn't have.

I tortured people, but I was following orders.

To this day,

I suffer.

It pains me.

I believe there are many more conscripts who know the truth about Víctor.

Officers likely visit them from time to time and say,

"Don't talk about it. Do not confess."

They're scared to say

the truth about what they saw, what they did, or what they knew.

They still have a reverential fear of their superior officers.

Víctor is more than a man. He is a symbol of many things.

We must remain calm and remember there is much work ahead.

The night of the 11th, we went to Chile Stadium.

On September 11, they brought us to Santiago, to Chile Stadium.

I can attest that Pedro Pablo Barrientos

was at Chile Stadium the six days we were there.

While you were at Chile Stadium, did you see Lieutenant Barrientos?

Yes.

Barrientos came from the military school with our orders.

I would see him carrying a briefcase.

We knew he was carrying the orders for the day.

Lieutenant Barrientos was in charge of the group.

He was the ranking officer.

He organized the patrol

and gave the corresponding orders.

I would see Lieutenant Barrientos from my post on the third floor.

Whenever I looked down, he'd be talking to the soldiers.

How many times

did you see Mr. Barrientos at Chile Stadium?

Several times. I can't say how many.

Do you know the two guards who were with him that day?

Yes.

Quiroz was there.

You have people giving declarations,

"And you were there." Well, I wasn't there.

What else can I say?

Do you know someone named Hinojosa?

Yes, he was the other bodyguard.

We never went to Chile Stadium with Pedro.

Barrientos' former military bodyguards,

Hector Hinojosa and Francisco Quiroz,

testified that Lieutenant Pedro Barrientos was never present in Chile Stadium,

but other witnesses claim he was there during those fateful days.

They had no idea who had been the true material author

of the death of Víctor Jara.

And I told them, "I know. I know who it was."

I joined the Chilean Army in 1978.

I was doing my military service when

Barrientos chose me to be his bodyguard.

Barrientos always carried a gun.

And he'd brag that with that gun

and had killed Víctor Jara.

Private Paredes lied,

and Private Navarrete lied.

No one says I killed Víctor Jara, except for those two,

and they were both pressured by police investigators.

No one else is saying that.

Our attorney Calderon told me,

"The Jaras and their lawyers have no evidence. None.

And the evidence is on your side."

When I go off to work, I think of you

Through the neighborhood streets

I think of you

All that is emotion. Because it even made me emotional.

If someone shows me a man overjoyed with his daughters

and I'm shown a lifetime's worth of photos of joy,

that's toying with emotions.

That's not fair play.

Pedro Barrientos was found guilty

and made to pay 28 million dollars to the singer's family.

For political reasons, they have ruined my life.

They've asked for my extradition.

I told you I wouldn't take part in this documentary

unless you promised me a lie detector test.

I need a way to show the world I'm innocent.

The polygraph will determine who's lying and who is telling the truth.

I am not afraid of this because I am innocent.

Are you currently in Florida?

Yes.

Were you at Chile Stadium between the 11th and 16th of September, 1973?

No.

Look, you need to understand that

every time you take a deep breath, you move

It's very important that you breathe normally.

Movement is the enemy of the polygraph.

Did you ever torture anyone before or after the September 11, 1973 coup in Chile?

No.

In 1973, did you shoot and kill Víctor Jara?

No.

That was the end. You can relax.

Listen, so I analyzed everything,

and basically what happened was, the results were inconclusive.

They were inconclusive because you were breathing deeply

and moving around a lot.

The computer wasn't able to analyze properly in order to give a result.

Yeah, but is that good or bad?

Well, it's not good or bad, since we can't give you any results.

Well, all the results were inconclusive.

It's not good, it's not bad.

What does that mean, 'not good, not bad?'

It wasn't clear if I was lying or telling the truth.

When I go to sleep,

I always think

about the injustice that's been committed against me

in relation to the death of Víctor Jara.

I am one of the political trophies that they need in Chile.

I assure you,

you won't get me in Chile

I'd rather be dead.

I don't feel any regret because I haven't done anything wrong.

I haven't killed anyone. I haven't mistreated anyone.

I remember the day that Víctor was murdered.

I was sitting next to Víctor.

And, sitting there, he said to me, "Get me a pencil and paper."

And I handed him my notebook,

which had some blank pages, and a pencil.

And Víctor began to write, quickly.

Very concentrated. Outside, there were noises and screams.

But he was focused, writing,

perhaps with the premonition of death.

When two soldiers came and grabbed him roughly.

Víctor tossed the notebook, I caught it and hid it away.

And there is the final song,

the final poem of Víctor Jara, that he called "Chile Stadium."

It goes, "My song, how dreadful is your tune,

when I have to sing of horror.

The horror that I am living.

The horror that I am dying.

Horror."

He wrote it two hours before he was murdered.