All language subtitles for Iluminados.Por.El.Fuego

BUENOS AIRES, OCTOBER 2001

We're rebelling!

We demand freedom
for all those imprisoned

for fighting for their rights.

We want health care
and education.

We want jobs, comrades!

We say No to hunger!

No to repression!

Stop stealing!
You bastards!

Stop stealing from us!

Let the people decide
and govern this country!

Get rid of them all!
Let's go to the Plaza de Mayo!

Hello?

Yes.

Where?

I'm on my way.

- What have you got?
- An attempted suicide.

Alcohol, drugs, pills...

- What else?
- There's no pulse.

Give me the tube.

What's on the monitor?

Have we got the airway?

It's clear.
Massage.

Insert it.

- Hold it a minute.
- Wait, let me detach this.

Ready?

Keep going.

- What's on the monitor?
- Still no pulse.

Stand back.

Good evening.
Casualty?

Thank you.

ENLIGHTENED BY FIRE

Marta?

Esteban.

I'm sorry, I called you,
I didn't know what to do.

That's OK.
What happened?

I knew he was going to do it.

I knew it.

It's my fault.

Calm down, it's not your fault.
What happened?

He mixed everything.

Brandy, coke, pills,
everything.

If I hadn't found him,
he'd be dead now.

Have the doctors
told you anything?

They asked some questions.

They told me to wait.

All right.

Vargas?

How is he?
What's going to happen, doctor?

- Who are you?
- I'm his wife.

I'm a friend.

He's in a coma,

on a ventilator, because
he can't breathe on his own.

At this moment,
there is no ocular reflex,

he's not moving
his arms or his legs

or responding
to painful stimulus.

It's still too early
to say anything.

We have to wait.

Over 290 veterans
had committed suicide.

The number of suicides
was equal

to the deaths on the Islands
during the war.

The photos in the scandal press
were shocking.

Faces and bodies
showing signs of suicide.

But seeing Vargas,

finding him there,

between life and death
in a hospital bed,

was something else.

The Malvinas came back again

and covered everything.

What's wrong?

Can't you sleep?

No, it's all right.

Go back to sleep.
I'll watch TV for a while.

AIR BRIGADE IX. APRIL 1982.

Everybody out!

Group 3 with me, on the double!

Move it, soldiers!

Come on!

Attention!

Get your kitbags!

Group 1, on the double!

Group 3 with me!

Come on, soldiers!

On the double!

Attention!

Reports!

Support group, all quiet.

Group 3, all quiet.

Group 2, all quiet.

Group 1, all quiet.

Attention!

At ease!

Fall out!

Permission to speak.

Come here, soldier!

- What is it?
- The bathroom, sir.

Two minutes.

On the double!

I said, on the double!

Hello, mom!

It's Esteban.

In Comodoro.

Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm fine, but listen.
Can you hear me?

I'm going to the Malvinas.

I love you too.
Please, don't cry, I'm all right.

I don't have much time,
we'll be cut off in a minute.

No, I sneaked off to call you.

I'll send you a letter about
everything that's going on.

Can you hear me? Mom?

Hello? Hello?

Mom?

The world should know

that a country which is
as fiercely determined

as Argentina is,

will stand up to anyone.
Let them come if they want!

Few Argentineans doubt
that it was a military tragedy

and a severe setback
for the country's chances

of recovering the Malvinas,

seized by England 150 years ago.

The British Prime Minister
took the opportunity

to consolidate
her political position

which was in deep crisis
at that time...

That's all I could get.

- You want it on tape?
- Yeah.

Let me finish this first.

Alberto...

Can you hear me?

Alberto...

Look who's come to see you.

Love, do you know who's here?

It's Esteban.

He's come to see you.

We're here with you.

Come back, my love.

Come back, darling.
I'm here with you,

come back.

MALVINAS, MAY 1982

- What's the problem?
- Private Alarc�n is sick.

- What's wrong?
- I can't feel my foot, sir.

Let me see.

OK, take him to the infirmary,
quickly.

Yes, sir.

Attention!

Attention!

For It. Gilbert,

eyes right!

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Group all present,
with the following report.

Private Alarc�n is sick.

Thank you, sergeant.

Soldiers,

good morning!

Good morning, sir!

At ease!

I don't see fiber, soldiers.

I don't see morale.

I see a bunch of sissies
and half-hearted recruits,

shit scared and freezing cold,

who don't understand

and don't want to believe
we're going to win this war.

If you thought a bit,

you'd realize

that we have been here
for months,

preparing our defenses
for months.

Carefully preparing our defenses!

But not our supplies.

They, on the other hand...

Think about it.

They've spent all that time
inside their ships.

Imagine the shape they're in.

Coming so far by ship

and then landing
on these unknown islands.

For God's sake, soldiers,

they're not even used to the cold!

As if I were used to it
in Corrientes.

You have been chosen

to defend our homeland
from the invading enemy!

Cold doesn't exist!

Hunger doesn't exist!

Only God and our homeland!

- Hurrah for our homeland!
- Hurrah!

- Hurrah for our homeland!
- Hurrah!

Fuck the gurkhas!

Fuck the gurkha soldiers!

Those guys are dead already.

They'll have to get the hell
out of here!

Red Alert!

Any wounded?

All normal, sir.

Get them into position, quickly!

Right away, sir.

Soldiers!

This bread gets harder
every day.

It's like a rock.

But this is hotter
than a black stripper.

Look at poor Pinasco.

He's all fucked up.

He wanted to eat porridge
with piss.

When?

The other day, he said

he couldn't take any more,

and if he ate that,
he'd get...

- What's it called?
- Hepatitis.

And he'd be sent back home.

If that didn't work,
he'd shoot himself in the leg.

He doesn't want to be here.

He cries all night.

The "porridge and piss"
doesn't work.

You know how many have tried it?

You know what piss is?
This is piss.

Here, take this,
it's Pizarro's piss.

I'm off.
Come on, let's go.

Got a cough?

If my mom saw me now,
she'd have a heart attack.

She's always saying,

"Betito, wrap up warm,
you'll freeze".

- I can warm you up real easy.
- Our camp faggot!

Go see Corporal Dumas,
he likes brunettes like you.

Come on, move!

Get moving!

He was unlucky.

It all went wrong for him.

For us.

Do you have kids?

Yes, a daughter, Sofia.

Sofia?

A pretty name.

We had a great time together.

We had some lovely years.

He made no money
with the garage

but he really enjoyed it.

Crazy guy!

When he had to close it,
he got a job in a factory.

You know he was very handy
with tools.

Yes, we had a great time.

We had a great time for years.

Then they closed the factory.

He had no job

and like all the veterans
he had to beg in the street.

We started to go downhill
way down,

and we never stopped
until now.

There's a group of them,
about twenty or so.

Take a look.

- What do we do?
- Attack separately.

- What?
- Attack separately.

You come with me.

I'll give the order.

Let's go.

I've got it, help me!

Esteban, Dad's got the meat.

A barbecue for three.

Come on, let's go.

We should shag it first.

Private Chamorro Juan,

you fed us today.

And, look.

Right on time,
with English punctuality.

If Pizarro sees that
he'll stick it up your ass.

How will he know I swiped it
from the officers' quarters?

Look, one day I'll grab him,
tear off his lieutenant's stripe,

have him serving us hot drinks
and he won't even notice.

Hey, tell me,

where did you learn
to kill animals?

In the country, whatever walks
ends on the grill.

Every week we kill
at least two chickens.

And in the winter, a pig.

Can you imagine?

Do pigs really squeal a lot
when they're killed?

Like pigs.

I've never seen a sheep
like that,

with its fleece and dead.

In Barracas, all we kill
are mosquitoes.

Don't you miss your girl?

I miss her loads,

especially now
we're living together.

I left home to live with her.

Some day we'll have kids,
get married...

Or not, I don't know.

But now we're really keen.

- Remember that letter I got?
- Yeah.

It was from her.

When I finished reading it
I put it here.

It gave me a kind of warmth,
I didn't feel so scared.

If you saw how she writes.

It's good?

When I'm reading it,

it's like she's beside me
while I'm reading it.

Then she goes away.

But she only sent me one letter.

She might have sent you
a thousand.

These shits give us nothing.

No packages, no food, nothing.

No, she just sent one.

A week before I was told
about being sent here,

I had a terrible row with her.

On my day off, I didn't go home,
I stayed in the barracks

and we all went out dancing.

I didn't even tell her.

And I think I'm being pissed on
by all the penguins here.

It was the first time

we'd had a row,

and then the transfer.

I don't know about you,
but I wasn't allowed to go home.

I couldn't say goodbye

or give her a kiss.

Or kiss my folks.

Or pick up a toothbrush.

"One phone call", they said.

So I called her.

"Hello."

She recognized my voice
and hung up.

"One phone call, soldier."

That was my farewell.

But at least she wrote to you.

Yeah, she did.

This is Marta.

She's pretty.

- Watch it.
- He'll wipe your eye.

As the bitch doesn't write

I keep thinking.

- She's got some other jerk.
- Don't be stupid.

Otherwise, she'd have written.

Maybe when I get home,

I'll open the door and see her
in my bed with another guy.

I'll have to beat her up,
kill her.

You'd do that too.
You'd kill her, wouldn't you?

Hey...

I'm getting rid of the sheep.
If they find it, we're in shit.

Let me go.

I found a place near the barrels.

- What barrels?
- The ones by the road.

- Nobody'll find it there.
- Be careful.

I'm not so sure
that's the best place.

Halt!

Why have you left your post?

Answer me!

Why are you endangering
your companions' lives?

You thieving shit!

You should be shot!

Do you know what we do
with thieves here?

Do you?

We've told you 1,001 times.

But you can't get it
into your head.

Grunt!

Turd!

Get up!

Attention!
Stand to attention!

Move, on the double.

Get up!

Move, on the double!

Get over here!

On your hunkers, and jump!

Get down on all fours!

A snake, I want to see a snake.

Crawl like a snake.

Permission, sergeant.

What the hell is up with you two?

It was the three of us.

We killed it
because we were hungry.

Down on the ground.

I want you on all fours.

You... Kneel down.

Look at me.

You don't know me.

You know how many pretty boys
like you I've wiped out?

- You know how many?
- No, sergeant.

Look at me.

So pray that I don't accidentally
fire a shot some night.

- Understand?
- Yes, sir.

Pray!

- Got that?
- Yes, sir!

But this turd is the loser now.

I want you to crawl slowly
back to your holes. Move!

And you, turd...

Get that animal you stole,
we're going to see It. Gilbert.

Move, move!

Come on.

Come on, grunt, move.

What he said was that
there was an improvement.

You saw what the doctor
was like.

Can this be happening?

I'm sure he'll pull through.

- Really?
- Yes, of course.

The hospital wants some papers
that are in his apartment.

I don't want to go on my own.
Would you come with me?

I'd come to pick up some things.

Luckily I had a key,

so I came in
and I found him here.

Just like he is now.

I had to dump a few things
to avoid problems with the cops.

He took a whole mixture.

He always did,

but this time
he put in everything.

You weren't living here?

I put up with everything.

With everything.

His bad spells,
not having any money...

When he became an activist
with the veterans,

when he fought with them.

I put up with it all.

When he drank,

when he drove me crazy
with his jealousy,

when he'd kick me around
when he came home drunk...

Everything.

Not having children.

You know,

the two

or three times
we talked after the war,

he always said the same thing.

We had to go back
to the Islands.

"We have to go back."

"We have to go back."

Fuck, you should've said
it was you.

I'll blow you away
the next time, motherfucker.

Asshole!

Any word of Vargas?

They brought him to the hole
a while ago.

They fucked him over.

How is he now?

He's a wreck.

Soaking wet.

I'm scared today.

Scared the English will come.

I keep seeing ships in the mist.

When I was a kid,

my dad would take me hunting.

I was afraid of the dark,

so he taught me to listen
to what I couldn't see.

"When you can't see, listen",
he told me.

It's the same with the English.

You're either afraid or not.

I stopped being afraid
of the dark long ago.

When my son is older
I'll teach it to him.

You've got a son?

Yes.

Why did you never tell us?

He's 18 months,
and he's beautiful.

He looks at you with these
big eyes, he's like an owl.

When the sergeant caught us
the other day,

and they took Vargas,

I don't know
if it was from fear,

but I dreamed about him.

What did you dream?

He was watching me
and laughing.

I want to teach him things.

I don't know,
to play the guitar,

not to be afraid of the dark,

walk him to school.

I'm afraid I won't see him again.

You'll see him again.

Attention!

You are under
the lieutenant's orders.

Get ready, men.

You have a mission
at the battlefront.

You have to take this equipment
to Sgt. Garrido.

You heard the lieutenant.

Prepare your weapons,

your blanket, rain cape,
mess kit.

I want you ready in five minutes.

Do it in orderly fashion.
On the double! On the double!

- Permission, Sgt. Gilbert.
- What is it, corporal?

I think the equipment
is too heavy for two men.

- Do you?
- Yes, sir.

- OK, send the three of them.
- Yes, sir.

- Vargas too?
- Affirmative.

Vargas too.

Vargas!

Get your gear,
you're going to the front too.

I can't move, I'm sick.

Leave your post
and come out here immediately.

I said, now!

What is it?
You want to be staked out again?

Come on, get out of there.

Get out.

Move.

Attention. Attention!

Attention!

What's wrong?

You wimp!

Are you crying?

Are you crying, soldier?
Answer me!

What's wrong?

You want to break my heart
with your tears?

Your mommy's not here,
there's no one to look after you.

You're on your own!

Now, get your stuff.

You're going out again
with those two grunts.

Get ready to leave.

And you two mules,
what are you doing in there?

Get out here!

Come on, ladies,
I don't have all day.

Move those tits, come on!

You two,

get that stuff over there.

Come on, move, move!

Now, listen carefully to this.

You're taking this stuff
to the front,

to the first lines,

where the real fighting is.

You're going to find
real soldiers there

who are giving their lives
for their homeland,

not faggots like you.
Chicken shits! Apes!

Now, move your asses!

- I can't go on!
- Come on.

Come on.

You can't come this way!
Go around the other side!

It's all mined.

Crazy fool!

Since I've seen you,
I keep going back there.

Awake or asleep.

As if the ghosts I've tried
to bury all these years

were all knocking at my door.

I can see them, smell them.

Come on, wake up.

We have to go back
to the Islands.

Remember when you talked
about closure?

Well, now's the time.

Or the ghosts
will always be there.

Can you hear me?

Move forward!

Attack!

For the homeland!

Pull back!
Pull back, men!

Retreat!

Pull back, men!

Mom! Help me, mommy!

Mom!

Don't leave me!

Pull back!

Retreat!
Pull back, for crissake!

Move it!
Come on, pull back!

Let's get out of here!

Come on!

Pull back!

Help me!

Look at me, Juan!

Look at me!

Stop it, stop it, look at me!

Chamorro, look at me, come on!
Stop, stop, for God's sake!

Chamorro, look at me!

Stop, no!

Stop, stop, no!

Don't leave me here.

Don't leave me here.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Esteban,
look what they did to me!

- Where's Juan? Where's Juan?
- We have to move!

Stop! Stop!

Stop it, you bastards!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Esteban, are you there?

- What is it?
- Sgt. Pizarro wants to see you!

What does that fucker want?
What's up?

We're pulling back
to Puerto Argentino,

so go see Pizarro.

Coming!

Stay here. I'll see Pizarro
and come back for you.

Report immediately to It. Gilbert!

Yes, sir?

Pack my personal belongings,
quickly.

- Any further news?
- Nothing.

Keep trying.

Ready, sir.

The cassette player!

Ready, sir!

Take the bag to where I tell you.

Quickly.

No, you take it.

What?

I have to help
a wounded comrade.

Get over here!
Who do you think you are?

Are you refusing
to obey an order?

We're losing because
of faggots like you!

No, it's because
you're all incompetent!

- What did you say?
- You heard!

What did you say?

- Get over here or...
- Will you stake me out?

Come here!

Come on, pal.

Wait, I have to help Vargas.
He's still in the hole.

Come on, hurry up!

Vargas!

Vargas!

He's up ahead!

Vargas!

Vargas!

- Come on, get up.
- I can't.

Help me,
I can't do it on my own.

I'm staying here,
save yourself.

I can't move my leg.

It hurts a lot.
I can't walk any farther.

We have to go
to Puerto Argentino.

It hurts so much.

I'll never get out of here.

Come on!

Come on, men!

Gather in front of
the governor's house.

We're entering Puerto Argentino.

The enemy could be hiding
anywhere!

There may be urban combat.

The enemy could be hiding
in Puerto Argentino.

There may be urban combat.

Gather up, on the double!

Come on, men.
Hurry!

Come here, soldier!

Come on, soldier, help this man!

Come on, soldiers!

Gather at the governor's house!

Keep your eyes open.
The enemy could be waiting for us.

There may be urban combat.

We're entering Puerto Argentino,
the enemy may be waiting for us!

To the governor's house.

Keep together, we're going
to the governor's house.

Keep together!

Head for the governor's house.

Private Leguizam�n!

Come here.

Listen, you're to go
to the governor's house.

We have to take him
to the infirmary.

Soldier!

Come here.

Help Leguizam�n.

Leguizam�n,
come back afterwards!

Bring him over here.

Careful!

- When was it?
- Yesterday.

Take it easy!

- Take it easy.
- It really hurts.

You brought him in too late.

They're going to cut off my leg!

- They're going to cut it off!
- No, they're not!

Don't believe that doctor!
I'm fine, I'm going home!

- Who are you?
- A friend, I brought him in.

- Well, you can go now.
- No, I'm staying.

- Get out of here.
- No, don't go, Esteban!

Quit pretending you're Maradona.
Pass it.

Give me the helmets
for the goalposts.

Come on, Maradona, pass it.

Goal!

Soldiers,

I regret that I have to make

this announcement,

but it is my duty

to inform you

that a ceasefire
has been ordered

on the entire island.

From this moment,

we are under the orders
of the British commanders.

We are going to remain
at our positions

until our troops

are regrouped.

At 13:00h,

you will see a helicopter
with a white flag.

Do not open fire.

You men

have fought like true soldiers

and you will be remembered

by all the Argentineans

as heroes.

You can be sure of this.

You gave all you had

to defend our homeland.

Soon

you will be back
on the mainland.

You will be reunited
with your families.

But what
you have experienced here

will be with you

forever.

Despite our efforts,

the bravery of some,

and the courage of our pilots

who flew low
over the English ships,

the improvisation, sadism

and treachery of those
who had tortured their own people

had led us to defeat.

The English didn't need to use
the nuclear weapons

that were on their ships.

The support of NATO
and aid from the U.S.A.

Helped them seize a territory
that wasn't theirs.

They took our Islands again

and rejoiced over our blood.

We buried our dead and, defeated,
returned to the mainland.

Our officers hid us
in the barracks.

We were forced to stay silent.

Why not talk about the Malvinas?

Who thought we were heroes?

Who hailed our homecoming?

Our return to life?

When I got home
I was expecting banners,

people welcoming us
with hugs and tears.

A dog was barking
in the empty night,

and at the end of the street

only my mother was waiting
with open arms.

Doctor!

- Doctor!
- Calm down, ma'am.

Nurse, take her outside.

Come on.

- He's in ventricular tachycardia.
- Start C.P.R.

150... Go!

Right, let's go!

Right, once again.

- What'll we do?
- Nothing, that's it.

Nothing else?

- Will I turn off the ventilator?
- Go ahead.

I'm so glad I called you.

You really helped me.

You helped me too, Marta.

Honestly.

He wore it to the very end.

Take it with you
when you go back to the Islands.

Leave it in the Malvinas.

We shall shortly be landing
at the Falklands/Malvinas airport.

We have now entered
a military area.

The use of cameras
is strictly forbidden.

Thank you
for your cooperation.

The sea is measured by waves.

The sky, by wings.

And we are measured

by our tears.

The air rests on leaves.

Water, on eyes.

And we rest

on nothing.

It seems that salts and suns,

we and nothing.

Argentineans,
you will be welcome

when you stop claiming
sovereignty

and accept our right
to self-determination.

The old loves that are gone,

the dreams of those who lost,

all the promises that fade

and those who fell in any war,

everything is stored
in our memory,

the dream of life and history.

The deceit and complicity

of the genocides
who are walking free,

the "Reprieve" and
the "Full Stop" law

to the beasts from that hell,

everything is stored
in our memory,

the dream of life and history.

Memory awakens to wound

the sleeping people
who will not let it live

free as the wind.

The missing who are sought

along the paths of their origins,

the hunger and abundance
that come together,

cruelty and its painful memory,

everything is nailed
in our memory,

a thorn of life and history.

Two thousand
could eat for a year

on the cost of a military moment.

So many would cease
to be slaves

for the cost of a bomb
dropped in the sea.

Everything is nailed
in our memory,

a thorn of life and history.

Memory stabs
until it draws blood

from the people who tie it down
and won't let it walk

free as the wind.

To the conscripts who fought
in the Malvinas.

To the dead of the Belgrano.
To those who fought with dignity.

I'm sitting here

under the tiny sun,

the one that gave us
the eagle

and also the sparrow.

What can you do
with the silence

when your head explodes?

How can you stop
the impotence

of not being able
to do anything?

Why do you want
to kill your children?

Your suffering
will last for years.

Yesterday,
for not loving the homeland,

today, for loving it too much.

Old laws and genocides,

a bad omen for life.

With the light
filled with shadows

and with the sun
deep in suffering,

I went back home
on my knees

and left my dead friends here.

In a country that's sick,

all the cards are on the table.

We play perverted games

between soccer and war.

Blood of glory,
hatred against love,

gods and beasts,
madness and pain.

I'll open the doors
of this emptiness

because fate threw me upwards.

Old laws and genocides,

a bad omen for life.

I'll insist with a sea of roses

and I'll build on ashes.

I'll have a new dream
in my hands

and I'll fight for justice
to be done.

My children's cheeks
against my lips.

And I'll find rest again
in their eyes.

Old laws and genocides,

a bad omen for life.

Old laws and genocides,

a bad omen for life.