All language subtitles for Tres tristes tigres (Raoul Ruiz, 1968)

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THIS HUMBLE FILM IS DEDICATED
WITH DEEPEST APPRECIATION TO

JOAQUIN EDWARDS BELLO
NICANOR PARRA AND

THE GLORIOUS SPORTS CLUB COLO COLO.

1st of MARCH
Tito! Tito! Tito

What time is it?

- 4:25
- Jump on!

No!

When'd you get back?

Hold the bus!

Hey. I need to talk to you.

- Come and see me. Know where I live?
- No.

- Just a second!
- Just a second, please.

- Thanks.
- Write it down!

Here's a pencil, miss.

- Need some paper?
- Hurry up, gentlemen. We're running late.

Just a second, please.

You'd better get off!

I'm talking to a friend.

Tell me what you want to talk about.

Son of a bitch!

Let's get off. Otherwise these jerks
are gonna murder us for delaying them.

Here we go... here we go...

Here we go... now!

Thanks a lot.

Welcome back, miss.

- Catch you later.
- Later.

My sister.

Luis Ubada.

Take Independencia

as far as Olivio.

Turn down Purisima

and cut across to Bella Vista.

Then take Monsignor Caro down to Providencia.

Then it's straight down Las Lilas.

Estaba la rana sentada
cantando debajo del agua

Cuando la rana sali� a cantar
Vino Rodriguez y la hizo callar

Rodriguez a la rana, la rana que estaba
sentada cantando debajo del agua,

Cuando Rodriguez sali� a cantar
vino Morales y la hizo callar

Morales a Rodriguez, Rodriguez a la rana
que estaba sentada cantando debajo del agua

Cuando Morales sali� a acantar
Vino Luigi y la hizo callar

Martinez a Morales, Morales
a Rodriguez, Rodriguez a la rana

la rana que estaba sentada
cantando debajo del agua

Cuando Martinez sali� a cantar
Vino Montgomery y lo hizo callar

Montgomery a Martinez, Martinez a Morales,
Morales a Rodriguez, Rodriguez a la rana

la rana que estaba sentada
cantando debajo del agua

Cuando Montgomery sali� a cantar
Vino Morales y lo hizo callar

Moran a Montgomery, Montgomery
a Martinez, Martinez a Morales,

Morales a Rodriguez, Rodriguez a la rana

la rana que estaba sentada
cantando debajo del agua

Cuando Moran sali� a cantar
Vino la boca y lo hizo callar

TRES TRISTES TIGRES

It's 5:30

Thanks.

It's a lot cooler than expected.

Here I am with my friends,

Sitting around,

comfortable,

in peace and quiet.

At least, they pretend to be friendly...

Aye, aye, aye. Such ugliness.

Hey! Should this be locked...?

Yes.

Doesn't he trust you?

Why wouldn't he?

Beats me.

Because he's your boss?

That's what he thinks.

What are you doing, Amanda?

It won't open. Shut your mouth.

Here.

- What's this?
- A little gift.

- Got anything to wrap it in?
- Use whatever you want.

Your friend must be getting lonely.

He's no friend of mine.

- Hey buddy!
- I can hear you.

Find the magazines?

They're in my hands right now.

So?
Anything good?

Nothing jumps out and
I'm jumping for joy.

He's doing just fine.

He's a little saucey, huh?

Maybe so. I'd be, too.

Have you known him for a while?

Yes and no.

I mean I only met him the other night.

What about your boss?

You'll see.

What's his name by the way?

Rodolfo. Why?
He goes by Rudi.

Rudi? Wonder if I know him.

I doubt it.

Why not? I know lots of people.

The pain is that lots of
peole know me, too.

- Hey. You been staying a long time here?
- No. I'm only looking after it.

- I need to get changed.
- You seeing anybody?

No. Since I started up with Rudi,
there's been a lot to do.

So... I haven't had much time.

- Hey. Be careful.
- What's up?

- Amanda, do you hear me?
- Ah...

Buddy...?

Buddy?

It isn't time!

It's 7:30.

Come on in.

It's 7:31, buddy.

Only twenty-eight hours left to go.

Plenty of time.

Huh?

No!

They said, "Ciao, girl."

"Good luck with your solo career."

What kind of show is it?

It's got everything.

We usually do a French number.

No kidding.

The Queen of Striptease, sweetie.

Uncontested champ, if you must know.

I've beat idiot girls who were
young enough to be my daughters.

Well, maybe not that young...

I'm warning you, Amanda.

Got the jitters, baby?

I'll be going, if you don't mind.

We don't need this.

This kind of thing between you and me?

Yes or no?

Should we go back up?

We'll get going soon.

- Amanda?
- Coming.

You like it?

It needs fixing up.

- What better do I have to do?
- Take a seat. Right here.

Where are we going?

Back to the apartment.

Again?

Okay, okay.

Hey. Do we have to go to the apartment?

No. They're expecting me.

- Where's your phone?
- I'm going for a whirl.

Amanda will take care of him beautifully.

What if he doesn't want to?

Who?

- Why wouldn't he?
- Well, drivers get bored quickly.

- Amanda?
- Hello...

- Let's go.

Half an hour's daylight left.

- Hey. What about your bag?
- It's in the taxi.

To St. Christopher's first.
Would you?

Let's see your note.

Nice handwriting.

For money, he'll do anything.

Tito- I waited 'til 6.
Bring me the plans by 10... or else.

Casablanca.

Are you sure?

Behind them... a gas meter.

Right where I suggested.

I have to look for work at 11.

- No problem. Plenty of time.
- What should we eat?

A paella chonci would do.

Well? Any other ideas?

Poncho Villa.

Beautiful.

Okay. What does everybody
want to eat?

Bacon. No sauerkraut.

Anything else?

A grill's fine.

Where do you say we go?

Right here.

All we have here is chicken.

- How about a stew?
- If you want.

- You want to do that?
- Whatever...

- Got any tweezers?
- Huh?

Tweezers, I said!

Look in the kitchen.

Where?

In the dish-washer.

What are they doing in the dish-washer?

Tito's had people over.

Huh?

Here they are.

What do you need tweezers for?

To get at some money...

and what looks like a note.

That guy's constantly
bringing people over...

Who?

Tito.

This one makes three.

I'll leave them here for you.

What are you doing?

Ah. There he is...

Hello?

- Yes?
- Delivery.

Hold on.

Who is this? Oh, good Lord...
my dear friend, how are you?

Really nice to hear from you.

It's been years since we spoke...

Really?

How lovely to hear from you.

Yeah.

I'm good. Not bad.

- Good evening.
- Good evening..

- Go ahead. Come in.
- Thanks.

And how's Maria Eugenia? Oh, god.

And that young devil Juan? How's he?

...hold on a moment.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Would you like a gin?

No, thank you.

Gin upsets my stomach.

- A Pisco sour?
- No. Not that either.

How about a little white wine?

Fine, sure. A little white wine please.

Just a little, please.

I really shouldn't...

Very little, please. Just a drop.

Of course I'm going to pay you.

In any case...

Listen, mister!

I will not be shouted at!

And your threats will get you nowhere.

Go fuck yourself, you big queen.

But how...

lovely to see you here.

For you Ru? A gin and soda?

Please.

Listen, I came about this.

For insufficient funds: it bounced.

But how could that be? I'd just
deposited money that same day!

Oh, really?

But this is the second month
in a row that this has happened.

Mother says you've got to either
pay up or vacate the apartment.

As you very well know, these flats
downtown are in great demand.

And since she doesn't
like these inconveniences

she sees no other option.

- Have a seat.
- Thanks.

But I just can't understand
how this could have happened...

that same day, I sent over some money
to be deposited by one of my employees.

Tito, who you know, does my accounting...

I hadn't given it another thought... but...

if you say the check didn't clear.

It didn't clear. And mother's furious.

She hates trouble with banks,
so when your checks bounce...

Well, of course! I understand perfectly.

You must understand, I have
nothing to do with any of this.

I'm simply passing along mom's message.

Yeah.

- You want a gin and soda?
- Yeah.

The best thing for you would
be to have a word with her.

Because she's dead set
on opening up this apartment.

- So, if you want to save it...
- But of course that's what I want.

Yes, well, there are others
interested in leasing it.

Sadly, at the moment, I don't have any
cash on me. But by noon tomorrow,

...without fail, I'll drop
by and see your mom.

Good night.

Oh...

I should warn you...

she's going to box your ears.

- Good evening, Alicia.
- Good evening.

All right. Let's go.

Here we go.

Ah! There he is.

That'll be Tito.

So what happened to you?

Have you found the plans?

Stop messing around. We've
been waiting here an hour.

Let me talk, damn it!

Set it to the side to steam... the tongue.

One.

The feet and the tail,

all of the extremities,

And into another pan, you
should put all of the entrails

- Except for the heart.
- You can toss that out.

That would be sacrilege.

You can keep the heart on the side
with the eyes and the gizzard.

Keep the out for a few days.

- How many?
- Depends.

When the eyes have lost their color.

- Then you're set.
- What do you do then?

Cook it over charcoal.

- Out there on the patio?
- Wherever.

The potatoes can be cooked beforehand.

After that, just take all of it
and cook it like a normal casserole.

Just make sure to prepare
the stock well in advance.

It's a very old recipe.

When you start frying, you can add a few
pieces of pigeon or thrush to it.

Whatever you prefer.

Save the entrails for later.

Reserve the heart,

which you can serve as a starter.

They're always good served with vinegar

and marinated in red vinegar.

- Shall I go on?
- That's plenty, don Anselmo.

On to the wine, some recommendations.

- Got any of what you mentioned left?
- Enough. But this other's better.

- From last Sunday?
- No. The other one.

What year was it?

'54, that's all. Just a baby.

- Can we try it?
- Fine. See you later.

You're miles away.

Anything wrong?

No. Don't worry.

I've just got to go. Trouble at work.

Work calls at this hour?

No. Only... they're
waiting for some papers.

I've got to take them over.

- Right this moment?
- Sure. Why?

I'm sorry. Let me help.

Want me to phone up your boss?

Oh, no.

Will this meal take long?

No time at all. It's all been
prepared in advance.

Excuse me.

What's up?

Nothing.

You sure?

I've just got to take this to Rudi.

Right now?

He expects them there by ten.

Then it's ugent.

It's well past ten.

You're already late?

That's the problem.

Anselmito?

- Huh?
- Full house?

No. It's a banquet.

How many?

No more than ten.

You think it's my fault.

No, Lucho.

You know him?

Why?

He's looking at you in the mirror.

Whatever.

I'll get you over it.

Save room on the plate. This tastes
different than the other one.

This is how it's done.

Rich, huh?

And you, miss? Everything all right?

I can't tell yet.

It seemed a little heavy at first.

You feel it at first,
but you get used to it.

Hey. What time is it?

Too early.

Good evening, don Lucho.

See? They do know you.

Yes. But not well.

Miss.

My friend.

I'm here because that's how life goes.

You've got your problems.

I've got mine. Oh yes, I do have them.

But...

but that's what money is for.

How's that?

- What good can money do in the end?
- A little of this and that.

A little money can sort things out
if you set your mind to it.

They're still looking.

In a word,

with a little money, like what
I've got here in my pockets,

you can fix everything,

can't you?

That would be nice.

Well that's how it is.

With all this spare change,

no problems.

And so just for this occasion,
I present, here before you, two checks.

Both of them blank, as is only right.

One for the young lady.

The other one for you.

Now you can't tell me
you have any more problems.

Quiet down in there!

A song

for our colleague!

- Another for his friends

- And the parents' association.

And for their friends and colleagues, too.

Everybody's saying it must
be a lie that I'm in love with you,

Because no one has ever
seen me so in love.

I swear, I don't understand it, myself.

How a simple glance from you,
has enchanted me this way.

That's how much

- I love you.
- It's about you?

So it seems.

What's wrong?

These old songs get to me.

Excuse me.

Sounds like you know this song.

Yes. It's dedicated...

- To us?
- No.

Just to me.

Fallen souls...

You looked so scornfully at me,

One more tomorrow to live through,

And how many tears will I shed

While I die for love of you.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

Do you know what this song's about?

Yup.

- You sure?
- Sure.

Why don't you spell it out for me?

How should I spell it out?

Right now, for example, they're
singing about their student travels.

So...?

Ah... there's the connection.

See, I've had a lot of practice.

Now... they're singing...

about the jerseys of
the college football team.

Which college?

The same as ours.

The Angel.

Same as your friend's.

What happened to the funds
for the new pavillion, they sing?

Do you know, Lucho?

Who paid for your breakfast, they sing.

Lies. Who sings about breakfast.

I'll tell you another time.

Well, go on spelling it out.

No.

I can't follow this part too well.

- How did they get served first?
- An arrangement with the owner.

- Not bad singers, are they?
- No. This one's about you.

- About who?
- About you and your sister.

- Enough. Quiet down!
- Calm down.

Nobody's gonna insult my friends
while I'm around.

- He's really had it.
- When I've had it, I've had it.

Something bothering you, buddy?

Don't take it so hard...

- Off already? Where?
- Send me the bill.

Down south.

Send it along with your boy.

Goodbye boys, friends for life,

I've truly loved out bar time,

But now it's time for me to retire,

I must go...

In practical terms,

the first six months' investment is nothing.

In practical terms, to get
started on the main work,

we only need what I've told to you.

Sorry, but...

That is, it will be two years
before we can expect to see results.

Yeah?

What I mean is... it's not so much
that needs to be put up.

Not so much cash, at least.

Yeah.

Practically speaking...

...if the properties I listed are bought now

...there'll be no problem with starting
the work before the end of the year.

You're repeating yourself, you know.

Sure... but...

...I'm only saying that
we have to act fast.

Well?

Well, if you look at the plans...

What plans?

Those I'm going to show you
together with the paperwork.

Today?

As soon as they get here.

Yeah.

Go on.

Well... the papers will show
you the advantage of starting

...before the end of the year.

Oh, by the way, I know that Enrique Lira
will come in if we get going by November.

...and then...

...all we need is yourself.

And?

Well, we need to know how long it will
take you to make your decision.

About what?

Both of you...

This deal is straightforward.

Let's talk about finances later.

...but...we do need an answer...

...quickly, I mean...

...before the end of the year.

Mmm hmm?

Yeah.

Let's get out of here?

Why's he acting so strange?

Playing some North Americans.

While he's getting played, too?

More than ever.

You know him?

Only slightly.

That asshole was in on
the Easter smuggling mess.

The what when?

Back in Ibanez's day.

When we were kids.

Ah... that tea business.

Yes and no.

What balls.

He was practically fucked in
that Pollock's potato deal.

You're saying...

No. He's not the type.

A lot you know.

Precisely.

- He's the one who spoiled the milk deal.
- Why'd he do that?

Nobody suspected him.
But he lost a bundle.

What could be keeping Tito?

If he's not here in ten minutes,
I'll cut his balls off.

What's the total investment needed?

No more than two thousand.

Is that all?

Sure. Why?

Nothing. Go on.

How much to start?

- Three hundred, at the very most.
- Yeah.

Tell me about the tax issue.

Well, that's all in the paperwork.

Yeah.

When will the paperwork arrive?

I'll have a beer.

- They should be here already.
- Who's bringing them?

An employee.

What's his name?

- Tito.
- Yeah.

Tito what?

Labarca.

Labarca.

- Fine. Let's go to my place.
- No.

Come on, let's go! Let's go.

Come on!

Jacob.

Jacob?

Here, miss.

- Nothing from the black guy?
- Which one?

The one I told you about.

Outside. Go and have a look.

You'd better get going home.

No. She doesn't want me to.

You staying?

You scared?

A little bit. It'll pass.

Fine.

Shall we go?

Come and join us later.

We're with some friends.

Sure, thanks.

What do you think?

I'd better not say.

She used to be my colleague.

I think her routine's nice.

Very nice.

In other places,
they don't do it this way.

They just turn around.

- And that looks dirty.
- It sure does.

I like it better this way...

... more subtle.

Let's you let yourself go.

Still...

she has her faults...

She's a bit too fat.

Now watch her turn to the right.

...not yet, wait...

I'll tell you.

Right. I'm off.

- Why leave?
- I'll be back.

This kind of thing

is a mortal sin.

What does the young lady think?

About?

Hey now. People!

Show some respect.

I'm sitting. So now what?

You surprised me during the show, sneak!

Dirty letch.

The drunk.

Make him leave!

And if I don't want to?

- Time to leave.
- No, no.

Margarita's asleep. Don't disturb her.

I'll throw him out myself.

Go on... keep talking. I'll just finish
my cigarette here in peace and...

No.

I can walk myself.

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Yaco Monti!

- I'll keep you company.
- Thanks.

They're a rotten bunch around here.

No better, no worse...

In La Puntilla you know everybody,

Ever been to La Puntilla?

Yeah. But only during the day.

- Smoke?
- No. No thanks.

La Puntilla's something else.

Am I wasting your time?

For as long as you like.

Let me give you you an example.

Down there, you get pissed,

and somebody comes and says, "Out!"

and out you go.

See the difference?

No comparison.

Where did you say it was?

Halfway between
the mountains and the sea.

That's all you need to know.

Better climes.

- You must know about Julio Arias Gomez?
- Not much.

He was an alderman in his time.

That must be how I heard of him.

One day he got a cold.

Know what he did?

He flew off to Paris.

That's where you find the best doctors.

The two best doctors over there told him:

"The only cure for you
is to go to a country

in a place called South America.

Down at the very bottom

there's a place they call Chile.

Here. Take a map.

Draw two lines across it.

Where the two lines form a cross,

there's a place called La Puntilla."

or San Jose de la Puntana,
as they called it back then.

Wild.

So what do you think don Julia said?

Well go ahead and tell me

"That's where I'm from," he said.

See how things are?

More or less.

Look after this for me?

Good night.

Like it?

Nice... beautiful.

Great.

Well, excuse me.

Well... at least I can do that.

Fine.

Excuse me.

I'm going to bed.

What should I do?
Send you the papers?

That'd be best.

When?

That's your problem.

I should hope so...

When can we talk?

Tomorrow in Valparaiso.
So send me the papers.

Fine.

N- no. Don't switch it off.

I'll strike a match.

There.

Come on... Careful...

Where's the door? Damn!

- Let's hope it's nicer outside.
- It couldn't be worse.

Not that way. Not there. Over here.

Go run around like nobody
ever knows where you are,

And then,

Shut your mouth and listen, please...

I swear...

I don't deserve you.

What?

Well... I mean, I don't deserve this.

What's that?

I'm going to tell you a deep secret.

I need to be somewhere else.

- Don't you?
- What time is it?

Don't know. I'll have to look.

If I may...

watch out!

I see him...! I see him! Don't touch him.

He's going to, going to fall... Fallen.

Thank God for good fortune!

- Bring another bottle.
- Just a moment, sir.

Now... observe carefully.

This one will be reflected over there...

There it is.

Ascending over to the one over the bar.

There...

And that one onto the one in the street.

See?

What can this little line
that I've just noticed be?

Nothing.

It isn't nothing. No.

It's...

It's Mapocho station.

This line's bound for Mapocho.

- How can you tell?
- 'cause it's longer than the other one...

which must be for Independencia.

Well, where's La Moneda, then?

Let's see. Lights!

Lights, thanks.

The San Cristobal shrine is concealing it.

If we had a few more bottles,

one on the Far West and
the other in the corner,

Two for the Far West and in the corner!

Right away, sir.

Five minutes more and
we'll go up to the mountains.

Where are you?

You go ahead. I'll come later.

Now.

Oh, my love

Such loving that cures me,

Oh, my love

lyric

lyric

lyric

Oh, my love

lyric

lyric.

Good afternoon, sir.

Yes.

Thanks.

I have a dentist's appointment
at 9:00. Have to dash. All my love.

Come in.

Still sick?

It comes and goes.

Good sign.

Have another mouthful.

I couldn't possibly.

You've got to drink it all

or you'll feel worse.

When you drink on an empty stomach,

your bones start to ache.

Why's that, you want to know?

Because then the alcohol goes
straight into your bloodstream.

And from there, passes
straight into your bones.

And that's why your bones ache...

That's just how the body reacts.

Nature's secrets.

Good morning. Are we going?

Wait a bit. Yeah?

Fine, thanks.

- Three swallows, yeah?
- No.

I couldn't possibly.

You know all about medicine, huh?

Well... I'm interested
in medicine in general.

In fact, I've had to get
operations several times.

- I had my appendix out and...
- Me, too.

- ...then a hernia...
- Yeah, but it's so small,

it hardly shows, it's so small.

Then I cut my Achilles tendon. Here.

They wanted to amputate
but decided not to.

- If I may...
- They give you medicine for that?

For my left ear,

- to stop swelling.
- Swell!

- Your foot's sticking out.
- Leave it alone.

- But I don't like that.
- Stop it.

Stop it.

Hey. What was it they
were singing last night?

Oh... something like...

this.

Like that?

It's stifling.

Goodness!

Goodness?

- Got the time?
- No.

- Not eleven-thirty yet?
- At least.

She told me to wake you.

Who?

The chick we were with last night.

Say hi to Lucho, she said.

Suffering...

Don't say that's what
this love's about

Between the two of us.

We should hold onto what we can

To save our hearts

And keep them open

To the fullness of life.

Our souls, joined as one,

Full of vitality,

Full of boundless desires,

Only to be dashed?

Hey there.

Let's sit down a minute.

You went by the apartment?

Yes. I had to pick up the paperwork.

Thanks.

Last night...

...I ran into some trouble.
Rudi, it was...

Serious?

Not exactly.

Did you sort it out or not?

Yes. I think so.

I see.

Good for you.

I came to explain.

Thanks.

Got anything for me to do?

For today, no.

And tomorrow?

Huh?

Tomorrow you can come by the office.

Carlos Sanhueza would
like a word with you.

Early?

Nah. Not really.

You'll...

be there?

I've gotta go to Valparaiso.

To deliver the paperwork.

If you want, I will go.

Don't worry about it.

I mean... if you need...

Find a place?

Not yet. But I'm looking.

I think I'll have something next week.

Well, come by tomorrow for a meeting.

Ciao.

Ciao. Thanks.

Right.

This one's

the Argenine girl who was there.

Very nice. Very nice..

Put up quite a fight, too.

- Oh yeah?
- You bet.

Now, here!

That one could wake you up.

Yeah.

This girl over here.

Elsa Moreno's the one
on the other side here.

Huh.

The.. the.. blonde?

- Yes. On the right.
- Huh.

This one is...

That looks like Elsa Villa.

That's Margo Duclos... the blonde one.

The other one's Elsa Villa.

She died in Mexico.

- Huh.
- A very nice color.

- Moorish, huh?
- Yes. Very fine color.

That little Argentine boxer.
What a punch she had!

Yeah. She gave me a hard time.

And here's Elsa Moreno.

- Elsa.
- Elsa Moreno's on top?

Who's the other one?

- Elsa Morena and Manon Duncan.
- That's Manon Ducan.

Amandita.

My dear friend...

Friends...,

in just a few minutes,

you will be relieved of my company.

Why is that, you ask?

Because I'm leaving.

The same way I came,

that's how I'll leave:

on the bus.

And don't imagine that
we'll ever meet again.

I won't be coming back to Santiago.

Good.

So now you know I'm going.

And this time it's forever.

And in the future, if anyone should

ask what happened to me...

goodbye.

Beautiful.

What's gotten into you?

I told you already.

Don't be upset.

No. No.

Let's go back.

Will you step out with me a minute?

As long as you like.

Let's go outside.

- Spot me 20 escudos?
- Sure.

Oh... I've got the bill wrong.

Here. Take fifty.

I only need ten. Given me ten.

I don't have any change. Here...

Take it.

Thanks.

- Here's the tab?
- Mmmm.

It's been signed.

Hold onto that. It could be useful.

Shall we go?

Whatever you say.

Come on.

- At least I've tried.
- Oh yeah, clearly.

A little noise has never bothered me.

The whole encompasses the part.

Or else I read something.

A little noise doesn't botther me.

But for her, those parties of yours...

Don't laugh so hard.

- ...they're real orgies.
- Oh...

No... please. Don't go
imagining I'm the same way.

Anywhere you look, you can find worse.

- Yes, sure.
- On TV, for instance.

Or in novels.

But... real life is different.

Very, very different.

Of course...

"Quiroz"

sounds like a misnomer.

- What?
- Casa Quiroz... just don't sound right.

The manager's guy who
steals everything he can from us.

But I'm not one for business like mom is.

Sure. I've been helping her
a lot since she's been ill.

I spend all of my time
running here and there

on errands.

Same as you, I imagine.

Exactly the same.

Of course, it's my business...

but keeping it up myself is very hard.

Ah... what a life we lead, huh?

You get a little bored, I bet?

So it's got to be Rudi, then?

Not necessarily.

You'll see.

We'll see all right.

Right. Let's go.

Where to?

To Rudi's.

No.

I said let's go.

My shoulder's fallen asleep.

He give you any money?

Who?

- Our friend here.
- He has indeed.

- How much?
- Why should I tell you?

Oh... no reason...

Three hundred, at least.

Oh. A lot... too much.

Says who?

Too much. No way.

- A little kiss?
- Fine.

See?

Pardon me.

He's out cold.

God willing.

Are we going?

What if he wakes up?

He won't. I know him.

Let's go.

- Right now?
- Sure.

But I've got to change my clothes.

So you're leaving?

Good evening.

May I ask you about your friend?

Which one? That gentleman?

You having a good time?

You saying I shouldn't?

Not too bad, eh?

Food, drinks... all on a platter.

What papers did he get you to sign, huh?

- Anything?
- No.

What about the check?

Not worth a thing.

Don't worry. I lost it.

Right.

So you've had a good time.

Yes.

And now, of course, you're
dropping him like a hot rock.

Huh?

Like a hot rock!

No, sir. It's nothing like that.

I've offended you?

No. Quite the opposite.

Well, have a drink, man.

Accepted with pleasure.

Stop.

Take a breather.

And in the mean time,
I'll tell you a story.

The fact is that we have
a kind of business in Santiago.

Maybe it's fate, but...

there's always someone
who steps out of line.

It's your friend, in this case,

who seems to be the black sheep.

How's that?

- Old rumors.
- No...

He could just fall into
the hands of certain people.

No one like you, but other people, see?

And they could make him
throw his money around

Until he's up to his ears in debt.

Without a thought

for his family and the cooperative
which are all that matter.

What do you mean, "cooperative"?

Well, I'll tell you:

"Santiago Tours" it's called.

- You've heard of it?
- Yeah. I think so.

I'm in charge of it now, so...

help yourself!

Thanks.

- Salut.
- Salut.

Excuse me.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Buddy.

- Buddy, buddy!
- What's up?

Wake up! We're off to the Angel.

No. My God!

Of course not.

Good evening, all the same.

Good evening, Inspector.

The others have left?

The ones from Mulchen haven't arrived.

And Ouilaco?

Here's the last one.

- Well? Are we going?
- Right away.

Yeah.

No.

Not yet.

Wait.

Hey Rudi.

Hey.

But what fine company you keep!

Oh, no. No, Rudi. That's my sister.

Amanda?

This is Rudi.

- It's a pleasure.
- Likewise.

- Come in.
- Well, okay.

Thanks.

So it seems you're an artiste, huh?

Yeah. That's what they say.

I came all this way
to introduce her to you, Rudi.

I'm delighted.

Great. So which theater can I see you at?

At the moment, none.

- I'm just back from a show in Lima.
- In Lima! How interesting.

- What's it like?
- What?

- Lima.
- Ah! Very pretty.

- How was it there?
- Very pretty.

And the audiences! So nice!

- Very good, huh?
- Very.

It seems you're engaged now, right?

Yes. For the past three years now.

Three years! I could never bear
such a long engagement.

You're telling me.
Robert's lost all hope.

Just imagine! He wants me
to give up my career! I couldn't.

Now he's asked me to promise

that when he gets back
from Buenos Aires, we'll get married

Immediately!

And how did you answer that?

What could I say? I kept
the poor dog waiting

for such a long, long time!

What's the name?

- Rudi.
- No! The drink!

Ah! A Nicolashka.

Watch. I'll show you how to drink it.

First, take a slice of lemon...

- Do you put a sugarcube on it?
- Just pop it in your mouth. See?

And at the moment your mouth
begins to tingle with sweetness,

take a sip of the pisco

and then suck on the lemon.

Ready?

Down the hatch.

It's strong!

- Very.
- You like the taste of pisco?

- Amanda's your name, right?
- Amanda. Yes.

And yours is Rodolfo, right?

We're getting so formal!

So just keep calling me Rudi, huh?

Okay, Rudi!

Where are you staying?

In a hostel.

Oh, God! I'd better get
going. It's getting so late.

Why don't you move in here?

No. What a bother
that would be for you.

But it'd be no trouble at all.

Tito and I could sleep
perfectly well on this sofa.

There's not even room
enough for one of you.

There's nothing for you to be nervous
about with your brother right here.

Sure. He's the perfect escort.

Oh... I've just remembered
the most brutal joke!

Carlos Sanjueza told it to me today.
What a joker he is, huh?

Which one is Carlos Sanhueza?

He's the tall, well-dressed guy who's always
at the office dying to do some work for me.

Go on with your story.

Right.

But if you already know it,
you should laugh anyway.

- Like you're none the wiser.
- Yeah!

There was this girl who died and
went up to Heaven's gates

and came to meet St. Peter.

So St. Peter asks her
the obligatory question:

"Are you a virgin?"

And the girl obviously acts
like there's no question about it.

But St. Peter's not quite convinved.

So he sends her to be
examined by an angel doctor.

Well, the angel doctor examines the girl

and comes back, saying...

He says, "In effect, Peter,
this girl is a virgin.

"The only odd thing is that

"she has seven scrapes."

"Seven scrapes?" says St. Peter.

"Yes, Peter.

"There are seven scrapes
down you know where."

Well, seven scrapes were hardly
enough to deny the girl entry.

So off to the central office,
they sent her right along.

"Your name, young lady?"

she was asked as soon as she got there.

- "Snow White."
- The Seven Dwarfs! It was them!

Good, huh? A good one, huh? Huh?

Who knew? Snow White!

- Well, time for another drink, huh?
- I think so.

I don't know what I'd do
without your brother here.

He's a real tough one.

Hah! What a fine couple you'll make.

Meaning?

That Tito said just the same
thing about you this morning.

He said, "He's a real tough guy."

And he certainly is.

Me? I'm savage!

- In what respect?
- In just one.

- Which?
- In bed.

Huh? You don't believe me?

You're the one who said it.

And I can prove it.

I wonder why all men who come near
me want to prove the same thing?

- So you won't have any illusions left?
- Go on.

Can't you talk about anything else?

Even if I could, it always strikes me
as the more interesting subject.

Just imagine, there could be
an earthquake and everything

- would come crashing down.
- Or even a nuclear war.

No. no.

'Cause I've read that there are
nine places which are quite safe

from nuclear war and foremost
is the central valley of Chile.

- Read that in Esquire.
- Ah. That's good to know!

No. Radition, we're safe from that.
But from an earthquake,

nobody's safe.

All of this would sink like a ship.

Oh, no!

I don't want to play
the "end of the world"!

Would you rather a wall come
crashing down on you or me?

You mustn't do such things in front of Tito.
He'll go and blab it all to Roberto.

Him? Blab to anybody?
He's the invisible man.

Hey. This Roberto...

this fiance of yours,

Just who is he?

Oh... he's a real tough guy.

Picture it. He came to my show one night
with a bunch of roses. Just like that...

He was such a gentleman,
he wouldn't even hold my hand.

Oh, you laugh?
You think everyone's like you?

So we went out together for at least...

one month.

One month? And he didn't even
try to hold your hand?

He held my hand and kissed me...

but nothing else.

Any chance he's a fag?

- No way! I assure you.
- Beautiful. Whatever you say.

- Whatever.
- Oh... I can't tell you anything serious.

No. I'm very interested,
I assure you. Go ahead.

Fine.

One day he came and said to me,

"Let's get hitched."

And I said to him:

"Sure!"

and nothing else.

I'll bet you left out the best part.

What do you think? I'm going to share
my intimacies with the whole world?

You tell me. Have you got a girlfriend?

Yes. But nothing so romantic, huh?

Well, is she a fixture or do you trade her
in for a new model from time to time?

You see, I do have one
who's more or less a fixture.

Ah! But the one I was with before.
She was another story.

I met her at a party when I was drunk.

I said to myself, why don't
you go out with her?

A blonde in a low-cut dress.

But it turned out that, underneath
it all, she was an intellectual.

Full of sexual issues.

Having sex was a matter
of conscience for her.

Stepping into the street was tough. If she
saw a street-kid, her eyes filled with tears

and she'd want to take him home with her!

Know why we split up?

Over Vietnam!

Totally out of touch!

Know what I mean?

I didn't have the patience
to keep her around.

She even started protesting
against the Yankees!

So I said to her, "My child,

"if it weren't for the Yankee's,
none of us would be around any more."

Yup!

They open their mouths and speak
with no idea of what they're saying.

Vietnam!

Just think of it.

Hey, why do you think
people get hitched?

Do you think they do it out of boredom?

- To have kids.
- Bah!

I could have had a dozen if I'd wanted to.

Listen to him talk, the shameless fellow.

The father of a family.

We were four brothers...

alll married except for me.

If you'd only known my old man,
you'd have really liked him.

Such a tough guy.

Confident to the point of insanity.

It ruined him.

He ran a business.

And, in the end, he lost it to some rivals.

All quite legally, all according to the law.

Forty years of work.

In this country, you've gotta be bad for
a living. I learned that as a little boy.

Later on, he went to Puerto Montt
to make a fresh start.

Then the earthquake of 1960 happened.

When they found him,

he was still beneath a collapsed wall.

They removed...

...brick after brick with pieces
of his skin stuck to them....

He was still shaking when he came out.

And I remember thinking that maybe
the earth would open up so I could say,

"Goodbye, cruel world."

But nothing happened.

Oh well.

Hey, Rudi.

You never told me about that.

And just why would I have told you?

No reason.

It's just that you've told me right now.

Right now, I'm a little pissed.

I'll say you are!

Fine stories to be telling at this hour!

Much longer and you'll start in on your
bedridden granny and uncle with cancer.

The faces you pull.

I need a drink.

What have we got?

Three tragic tigers tremulously threshing
tawny triticale through the triticale tract.

- Three tragic triggers...
- Aw...

Hey. Three tragic...

tigers tremulously threshing tawny
triticale through the triticale tract.

It's "three tragic tigers tremulously threshing
tawny triticale through the triticale tract."

Three tragic tigers triggered terror...

- Yeah!
- Is there any such a thing a tawny triticale?

I believe so.

Of course! And pink elephants, too!

What a heavy guy.
Never met anyone like him.

How do you know I'm heavy?

When have you felt my weight?

Just then, when you fell on me.

- It's splendid, huh?
- It'll pass.

You gotta give us a strip-tease
to bring this party back to life.

Wouldn't you rather have something else?

Sure. But that's the prize for later.

Rudi!

Be gentle!

You'll crush me to death...

No, thanks.

Damn. How'd I get so pissed?

You need another drink, then.

- Here we are. Open up.
- Open up.

Here we go.

Down the hatch now. Down the hatch.

Yeah. Yeah, yeay, yeah.

- Ah. Hey!
- Don't mind if I do.

More over here.
Yeah. Here. That'll do.

See how quickly he learns, your brother?

- Yeah?
- Even more?

Very nice!

Am I visible now?

- One more gulp and you'll be normal.
- No! Stop it!

- I must be dreaming.
- Then go to bed. Go ahead.

You've gotten tanked.

Excuse me.

He's pissed.

He's got balls.

Now what about that strip-tease?

What's he doing?

Let him cry.

- He's having nightmares?
- Shh!

He's woken up.

Tito?

What?

You all right?

Yeah. Why?

What time is it?

Pass me the clock.

It's 10:30.

Why's he up so early?

Shut out the light.

I will.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Huh?

Gently.

Twist it around.

How far around?

Too far.

Like so?

Not so far.

Just so?

There you go.

As if gazing out on the mountains.

Come here.

Tito's pissed off.

- Too bad for him.
- Why?

This...

what's this called?

What would you call it?

I don't know.

Give it a name,

I believe I'll die of shame.

Shady.

What's that?

This.

And what's this for?

It's good for the kidneys.

I don't believe you.

What do you say?

What are you thinking about?

I feel guilty.

Why?

What did you call your little chick?

Which one?

The one you were talking about.

Isabel.

Hmm.

Why?

Well...

- You from around here?
- I am.

I am but my family, no.

Ah. It's just you.

And you?

The same, in reverse.

My family's all from Icique.

I've heard a lot about you.

A lot.

And where did you hear this?

The grapevine?

Chile.

- No bother. No problem.
- I get it.

Your little sister. Want to read?

Do you mind?

Sorry. Can I trouble you?

I don't know yet.

What for?

El Diario.

What section do you want?

All of it. To skim the columns.

- What do you mean?
- After you.

Not while I'm reading it.

Thanks. I read very quickly.

- Then no problem, then Mr....?
- Lopez. Luis Lopez.

Turn down the TV, if it's no trouble.

You're not from around here?

No.

That's why I dare to grumble.

I'm in total agreement with your thoughts.

Why not?

Those would tend to Chilean revolution.

Oh, no.

Why not?

Why should I listen to this?

Later.

To each his own.

Up to a point and no further.

- What do you know?
- That's exactly my point.

Don't pay any attention to my uncle.

Can you say anything you want to
about Senor Frei, for example?

- That depends.
- Depends on what?

Well, if I have any respect for anybody,

- it's not for Frei.
- Better than Allesandri.

For that matter, so is Senor Vildela.

- But getting back to Frei...
- Well, I could use another beer.

With pleasure.

Two more of the same please.

And turn off the television.

I'm no fanatical Frei supporter.

But, whatever else you may say,
he remains the President of Chile.

Good. There I can agree with you.

But... see, what I was trying to say was,

suppose that Mr. Frei made the decision

that I, Juan Lopez Andraje,

can't hold a meeting.

Let's say...

in my home.

Mr. Frei's no fool.

No. I completely agree.

But follow my train of thought:

What if I wanted to hold a meeting,

and Mr. Frei decides, once and for all,

that I'd better not.

In that case, let's all go to Cuba.

See how we agree?

- A pitcher for the table.
- Put it over here.

it's all a little, just a little bit little

If I may,

I'll come and join you.

or else it's very big

- Bring over your glass, my boy.
- I'm just about finished.

- Thanks.
- ...Internal...

- Need anything else?
- Why haven't you switched off the tv?

After the news.

Yes.

It comes to nothing to criticize.

Excuse me?

It comes to nothing to criticise.

Sorry....

A friend.

My pleasure.

Likewise.

Great.

To us!

To us.

And you, tough guy?

What were you talking about?

I neither know nor care.

Huh?

If I'm not mistaken, you were asking me
to defend some of my ideas myself.

Is that about right or not?

Look, sir,

I'm not in the least bit interested
in what you're saying to me...

or, for that matter,
with what anybody else says.

First of all, sir...

I'm not a politician.

And secondly,

I have little time for people
who criticize everything this way.

I can't agree with you, my dear sir.

I'm not so dear.

All right, whatever you are,

But I'm telling you that I do
know what I'm talking about.

Or don't you accept that?

Over there!

At this table it's forbidden
to talk religion or politics.

- In fact, I'm in government?

- How in government?
- Huh?

Just what I said.

So I have to smile,

to find myself accused
by this gentleman right off

of not knowing my subject.

But I didn't say anything, sir.

Oh. But you did.

And make no mistake about it.
I'm in the government.

Cheers, huh?

Cheers.

On the wall... over there.

Look there...

Over to the left.

There. How am I?

Better now?

Just about.

I've brought this bandana for you.

Whose is it?

The old guys...

from out there.

Thanks.

But I've still got two left.

To change the subject...

are you hurt?

What do you mean by hurt?

Somebody get the lights.

This kind of stuff doesn't hurt.

Sure, it can kill you, but...

This is my bandana isn't it?

- Yes, sir.
- Thanks.

Stop messing with the light.
Damned faggots.

Thanks for the bandana.

Do you know the Invisible Man?

Sure. But I don't know how it's done.

It's the same as what you friend got.

Only, a little bit higher up.

Take that!

Smoke?

Got one.

Good night.

- Evening.
- Good night.

- Good night, everybody.
- Good night.

A light, please?

Let's see it again.

Take that!

That's it.

Just right.

Two months later, you're dead.

Painlessly, of course.

It's not bad...

but the Portenita is quicker.

You take two fingers...

to the crotch!
You know it?

I know it only by name.

That's no Santiago blow.

That's why I showed it to you.

And the Antofagasta?

I'm not going to be your punching bag.

That's forbidden.
Juan?

Nobody does that around here.

It's a military move. The Antofagasta.

Need another bandana, Tito?

Thanks. Forget it.

Good night.

Let's be clear. Crystal clear.

About what?

You must know.

Good night, then.

You should know. It was your fault, too.

So what?

Did it hurt him?

No, sir.

Yeah. Guess not.

Anything to add?

I'm like that.

Quick fisted.

Well, I guess that's enough.

- As long as you're crystal clear.
- This is about my rights.

No. It's crystal clear.

You didn't bother him
with politics, is that right?

So we'll just,

go on as if nothing had happened at all.

Fine.

radio

Hey.

- The whole jar? - Joker!
Looks like they're kicking for their first goal!

Ines repels the first attack.

Ines passes to Rodrigues. Out of nowhere.
- Thanks.

Now he heads toward the goal.

A problem for him.

A nice block by Alaria. He assists
Enrique at least for the time being.

But there's more trouble coming.
Just look at this!

Rodrigues! Overcome out of nowhere!

Wait, he's back up. Rodrgues breaks
away and heads for the goal!

He kicks forward. Looks like
he's scored the decisive point!

Who are you trying to kid?

Nobody. I'm just here
to ask you a question.

And if I'm not answering?

That's up to you. I'm only
passing on the message.

Where's Rudi?

Valparaiso.

Hey! Just tell me the truth!

What should I tell you?

Just look at how you're laughing!

Tell me how much you're owed.

I'll write out a check and
we'll all be happy, yeah?

- You owe me a lot of cash.
- How much?

How much in cash?

Don't you know?

Don't twist my arm.

Listen you. Answer me.

Well, I'm only passing on the mesage.

Talk to Rudi about it later, huh?

I think it's best that you stop
coming by for a few months.

After all, we don't see much
of you down here as it is, do we?

Nobody's trying to force you out, but...

you're simply never here.

Do me a favor.

Go away for a while.

Then come back and we'll talk. Thanks.

How could I not resent

A love that can't be trusted?

When I have nothing else to offer

Than my sincerity?

You owe me better than this,

But you won't see me,

And the love that you pledged,

and that I pledged,

Is no help to me.

Oh...

When I do meet you,

There'll be nothing left for you to do

But say goodbye...

Say goodbye.

And Rudi? What did he say?

No more than "See you," I believe.

And when you asked him for money?

Nothing. What could he do?

Give it to you as a loan?

I think not.

How much did he give you?

Two hundred. Why?

That's enough.

That's exactly what I'm thinking.

So he paid you two hundred.

Yes.

Ugly.

Ugly business.

That's my business.

We're going to see each other later, so...

You'll be there?

No.

No. I don't work for Rudi any more.

You got fired?

No. Why would he sack me?

Rudi's an odd one.

You have to know how to deal with him.

I could talk to him if you want.

Talk to him about what?

I don't know.

Listen, Amanda...

I'm starting to think

that I'm going crazy.

Why?

Want me to ignore him?

Should I?

You be quiet.

What's happened to you?

Nothing.

He did fire you.

I'd better forget him.

Fine.

This kind of thing makes me sick.

Yeah.

To fire you without notice.

No. He warned me.

I wasn't giving him my best.

I'm so sleepy.

Sleep in my room.

I'll go and talk to Rudi, huh?

Fine.

You go ahead and talk to Rudi.

Sure.

Right this moment.

Give it a bit. He has to get
back to his apartment first.

Talk to him in personon.

Of course.

Ciao.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Hello?
- Hello.

- Hi. Rudi? Is that you?
- Yeah.

Listen. What's the meaning of
sending that woman over here

with a tale of woe on your behalf?

Surely you must understand that I have
nothing to do with Amanda, Rudi.

What do you mean
"nothing to do with Amanda"?

Didn't you introduce her as your sister
when you brought her to my house?

- Yes... only...
- What do you mean, "yes"?...

- It's quite clear that...
- ...sure, she's my sister.

If she's your sister...

Why did you just say that you
have nothing to do with her?

It's just that I can't be held responsible
for who she goes out to see or talk to.

But I've told you a thousand times
that I don't like it when

... you bring people to
the apartment who I don't know.

- Sure.
- Certainly.

- Now all that's left for you to do is..
- All right, Rudi. You've made your point.

I've got nothing to do with you any more.

Exactly right: you have
nothing to do with me.

- Or am I stuck with you and your, your...
- Rudi!

your insolence and your
stupidity for the rest of my life?

Now come right over here to the house,

get your trash and junk and clear
it all out of here, you hear me?

- Got it?
- Yeah.

...And don't let me down

- You...
- ...as you've so often done before.

You've let me down, too, friend.

How me? Listen, you sorry piece
of shit. Don't try that one, shithead!

You must be going insane.

Do you even get it...?

- ...That's so like you...
- How's that like me?

- ...You're still talking
- Huh?

- utter shit!
- Bye.

- G'night.
- Good night.

Tito. Come in.

Oh. What good will that do?

Nah. This does a lot of good. Yes or no?

- Leave him alone.
- Get back here.

Now I'm going to make you talk.

For starters,

what's the idea of insulting me
in front of my sister here, huh?

What do you get out of it?

Cash?

I think not.

So what do you get out of it?

I've already told him
that, Tito. Calm down.

No you don't!

Not in your shirt.

You're not getting away.

Now my eyes are open.

Didn't I show you respect?

Yes or no?

And now you're kicking me out?

I'm asking you, is this fair?

Of course it isn't.

Uhuh. See?

If you've broken anything,
you'll see what'll happen.

I'm waiting for my answer!

Please don't shout.

I don't want to beat you up, you rat,
but you've got me so mad...

- Better go calm down.
- Yeah.

Just now I remembered
something you told me once.

That's what really hurts.

Remember what you
said to me the other day?

Remember that?

When?

You're not even trying.

You'd better not tell tito
what you told me.

Better mind your manners.

You don't do things like that.

Something's broken.

I don't see anythinbg.

No, no.... Nothing.

Well, I'm out of here.

Where to?

That's my business.

Wait.

- Just what am I supposed to wait for?
- Wait up for me.

Where did you think you were going?

This isn't necessary.

It sure is.

Trying to make a living,
things sure get crazy, huh?

I'll take that check
you needed. Yes I will.

Yeah. For some landlady.

Now wouldn't help to make things better?

It must be outside.

Out of breath?
Must have it all set up, huh?

God damn. What am I?
Some kind of asshole?

- Dirty asshole.
- Well... I'm off.

You'd better come, too.

Look. You've upset the neighbors.

Good evening.

We've had enough of this racket!

I didn't mean to bother you.

Thanks. It's all over now.

It better be!

- Fine.
- Better be.

My regards.

Fine. Just keep it down.

...thanks, Don Carlo.

Thanks. It's all over now.

See there are no more problems later.

Thanks.

No more problems later.

Tito, let's go.

Let's go.

- Are we ready to go?
- No, no.

What's the problem?
Let's go!

Let's go.

Must owe quite a lot
to get such a pounding.

No. Not much.

What do you say?

This isn't right.
It's not like us.

In that case, you'd better shut up.

Who would I call?

Help!

Shut up!

Sorry. Is the music bothering you?

Take a left.

Just leave the driving to me, okay?

Please don't cry, miss.

I should be the one to cry.

I have more reason to.

How many times have
you gone up to the mountains?

Four. But it was some time ago.

You're up on me by one.

- But on foot?
- Of course.

It's the only way to go.

Are we heading for the docks?

Nothing'll happen.

You never know.

You'll come and visit if I get busted?

Of course.

Stop at the corner, please.

Ciao.

Ciao.

When I do meet you,

When once more

You see right through

My illusions.

I can't explain myself

Since I don't know how.

In my breast,

What can I say?

Such emotions.

How could I not resent

A love that can't be trusted,

Since I have nothing else to offer

Than my sincerity

You owe me better than this,

But you won't see me.

And the love that proclaimed,

Say what you like,

I don't hear.

Oh...

When I meet you again,

You won't be anything

But an old obsession.

I don't think I can live,

Ah. What can I say?

You go ahead...

Go on without

Some of your love.

How could I not resent

A love that can't be trusted,

When I have nothing else to offer

Than my sincerity,

You owe me better than this,

But you won't see me.

And the love you proclaimed

And of which, in a manner, you speak,

Is of no use to me.

- Oh...,
- Ciao.

When I do find you,

There'll be nothing left for you to do

But say goodbye...

Say goodbye,

A goodbye.

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