All language subtitles for The.Hot.Box.1972._English

(peaceful music)

(children laugh)

(flies buzz)

(boy coughs)

(boy groans)

(boy coughs)

(siren wails)

- Emergency, we have
an accident case.

10-year-old male, possible
internal injuries.

Alert x-ray and the O.R.

- Alright, 500 CCs
dextrosolocortef.

Adrenaline, surgical
cotton, sutures, IV set.

Okay.

(woman wails)

(man speaks foreign language)

- Minister Uban, your
son's going to be fine.

The operation relieved
the obstruction.

Everything's just fine.

Dr. Santos will be down in a
moment to explain everything.

- Thank you.

(peaceful music)
(flies buzz)

(fire crackles)

(gulls squawk)
(faint rock music)

- Can't tell you what a trip
it is to be able to work

in a place like this
for three months.

No noise, no smog, no machines.

- No machines?

(chuckles) Oh,
excuse us, senorita.

But I cannot live
without my machines.

You see, even if you
go to my humble casa,

I have my Maytag
washing machine and drying,

and how do you say these, uh,
squeeze the orange juicer?

- That's a very
pretty bikini, Bunny.

- Oh, I'm glad you like it,
Lucio, pink's my favorite color.

When I was head pom-pom
girl back at Fayetteville High,

we had these cute
little pink outfits.

We have these minis to here
with these real, real tight

white turtle necks with
a big T, right here.

- RCA Victrola, AM and FM,
long-playing album stereo player.

In just a minute,
the feast will begin.

- Drop these by my towel.

Are you sure all this food
around here is edible?

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

I'll see you in a minute, I'm
gonna pick me a little lunch.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Lunch!

- Anyway, even in America,

nurses deliver more
babies than the OVs do.

They always seem to
arrive 10 minutes late.

(chuckles) In their golf shoes.

Come on.

- Lynn?

Lunch time!

Lynn?

Sue?

Sue, do you see Lynn?

Listen, we better...

Oh, there she is!

- That's not Lynn.

(man speaks foreign language)

(gun fires)
(man groans)

(shooter shouts in
foreign language)

(shooter laughs)

- You filthy son of a bitch!

(thud)

(shooter laughs)

(shooter shouts in
foreign language)

(tense music)
(men laugh)

(men laugh)

(shooter shouts in
foreign language)

- [Man] Senore.

My car, I have an accident.

- Don't you know that
it's a 10 peso fine

for obstructing a thoroughfare?

- Would you give your
Jeep to the revolution?

I thought not.

(officer groans)

(officer screams)

(tense percussive music)

(officer groans)

Hey, get the weapons
and the Jeep.

(peaceful music)

(Sue groans)

(captor speaks foreign language)

(captor speaks foreign language)

(captor speaks foreign language)

(captor speaks foreign language)

(thud)

- Animal!

(men laugh)

(men laugh)

- Lynn, don't.

(captor shouts in
foreign language)

(captor speaks foreign language)

(tense percussive music)

(captor speaks foreign language)

(Bunny spits)
(men laugh)

(Bunny screams)
(men laugh)

(Guerrilla leader shouts
in foreign language)

(Bunny grunts)

- Oh, help me, please!

(Guerrilla leader
speaks foreign language)

- Sometime you're a real pig.

(captor laughs)

- Adios, Flavio.

(shouts in foreign language)

- I'm sorry you were
being mistreated.

- Who are you, why are we here?

- You are here because
we had you brought here.

We are the People's
Army of San Rosario.

- [Sue] You're the
army of San Rosario?

But we're the guests
of this country.

We're nurses at your
government medical center.

- Senorita, we are
the People's Army.

The army you speak of, like
the medical center you work at,

is property of the government.

Neither work for the
people of this country.

- [Sue] Then you
had us kidnapped?

- Yes.

- But why?

- We have need of your services.

- What are you talking
about, need of our services?

What the hell do you
think will happen

when the American
Consul hears about this?

- Crao.

(speaks foreign language)

- You are American citizens.

But I do not give a god damn
what your consul will do.

You speak of rights, your
government helped my government

steal my rights and their
rights, now we take yours.

You will cooperate, or I
will call back Congaciero

and give you to him as a bonus.

You all look healthy.

You should last five
days, maybe a week.

We spend the night here,
we leave in the morning.

(guard whistles)

- It's Flavio!

- Compadres, here are the
nurses we've been waiting for.

Tomas a, get them
something to wear.

Show them where to clean up.

- Oh, it feels good.

(moans)

(woman speaks foreign language)

(women laugh)

Afraid you'd get
lost in there, honey.

(women laugh)

- Ah, senorita, in San
Rosario, we have a saying.

As with a passion fruit,
more than can be placed

in the mouth at one
time, it is wasted.

- Oh, that's very clever.

Now have you got an
answer for this one?

What the hell are we doing here?

- Whatever you are told to
do, miss, miss Playboy rabbit.

- Do you know what I hope?

I hope someday you're on a
date and then some maniacs come

along and shoot your date
and drag you into the jungle,

and then attack you and
then not even tell you why!

(somber music)

- That's 23.

Nine rifles, four crossbows.

- Not much muscle.

- (chuckles) It's more
than yesterday, Ronaldo.

- What we need is
automatic weapon.

- We need more of everything,

and time to teach these
people how to use them.

Then we are ready to fight.

- That's true, Ronaldo,
but that's ideal.

Now we must show the
people that we exist.

(speaks foreign language)

Now you look more comfortable.

This is Ronaldo.

You'll be working with him.

Now, as to why you are here.

Now, we have people who
teach us how to kill.

But we have no one to
teach us how to heal.

We have no medical help, none.

We have no medical supplies.

Not even aspirin.

What I want you to do is this.

Set up a clinical, a
um, dispensary here.

Tell us what you
need, we will get it.

Teach us public
health so we can teach

the villagers we liberate.

Teach us first aid.

Teach the most able
amongst us to be medics.

To carry on after you leave.

- You expect us to do all that?

- The entire staff at Johns
Hopkins couldn't do that.

- We don't have the entire
staff of Johns Hopkins.

We have you.

- Listen, Fidel.

What Sue told you
yesterday is where it's at.

You can't go around
kidnapping people to get help.

I don't know about you,

but we're helping
your people right now,

working long hours at that
medical center in the capital.

- You know, you
surprise me, senorita.

An American black
woman who is so naive.

How many of my people have
you helped in that beautiful

testament to the
dictator's progress?

Not the ones that come in
shiny cars with uniforms.

The ones that come on
feet with no shoes.

- You sure know your propaganda.

- Enough!

I'll state it more
simply for you.

I have had you kidnapped.

You will do what
you are told to do.

If not, you will all be shot.

You have 24 hours to decide.

In the meantime, make
yourself acquainted

with the village and people
here, keep your eyes open.

You may change your
feelings about things.

Tomas a, take them to their quarters
and show them around.

- [Tomas a] Come with me.

- Hello, Movelito.

How are things in the village?
- All fine.

- Good.
- This came for you.

- Garcia's coming.

Orfeo.

- You will live here,
Florida will bring you

your sleeping bags and
netting for the bunks.

- And a broom.

If you have one.

(Bunny sighs)

- I wonder if everybody in
this place lives like this.

(ominous tones)

- Shit.

(rooster crows)

(suspenseful music)

- Mimmo!

(Mimmo speaks foreign language)

(suspenseful percussive music)

- Senor Garcia,
this is an honor.

I am Flavio, this is
Crao, Senor Garcia.

Hello, Movelito.

Everything went well,
you must be very tired.

Come, we'll have
something to drink.

- Tomas a, more help?

- Garcia, newsman from
La Friends a Latino.

He comes to report
our revolution.

- Mornin', sport.

(Movelito speaks
foreign language)

Senorita.

Say, aren't you the guy that
drives that truck in here?

- No, senorita, my
father drives the truck.

- You mean you don't help out
on a long drive like that?

- Senorita, I do not drive.

Besides, the drive
is not so long.

- Okay, sport, see
ya at the fiesta.

(moody music)

- Ronaldo Montoya, our
chief of instruction.

Ronaldo was six years
with the government army.

- Ah, I'm pleased to meet you.
- Senor Garcia.

We know the value of
what you will write.

- Please, we are all
working to the same end.

Now, what I should like is to
be allowed to roam the camp

and simply observe the group.

My style is a documentary one.

- Whatever you wish, we are
familiar with your style.

- I'm very interested
in your foreigners.

Tell me about them.

(distant grunts)

(suspenseful music)

- Shit.

This fucking thing is a
stick, I can't drive it!

Watch out for that kid!

(gun fires)
They're trying to kill us!

- Tomas a!

Tomas a, no shooting!

- [Woman] Man, can't
this thing go any faster?

- [Lynn] Maybe it
can, but I can't!

- I'll have your answer
now, and it better be yes.

See if they've taken anything.

I won't bother killing you.

You won't do what
I've asked, good!

I have plenty of work
for pigs, whores!

You can work on your backs
or down on your knees.

I think you're well
suited for that.

Now!

Would you like that better?

- Sulfur.

Antibiotics.

Vaccines.

Some basic surgical instruments.

Okay?

We need an entire pharmacy.

- If that is what we
need, that is what we get.

Continue your list, I will
make the arrangements.

Anything you think of, add it.

(peaceful music)

- Now, did you all see that?

That is the correct procedure

for mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation.

Now, watch closely while
I repeat the procedure.

(thud)
(men laugh)

Now, onto pressure points.

- Again, I want to thank
you for your hospitality.

- I believe we should
be thanking you, senor.

(Garcia speaks foreign language)

(Flavio speaks foreign language)

(suspenseful percussive music)

(grunts)

Public Dispensary
of Juda Antonio.

- Uh-huh, who's going?

- Crao, he'll take three
men, one of the nurses.

- A nurse?
- A nurse, yes.

We are making a raid for
these medical supplies.

Now, we must be sure that
nothing we need is overlooked.

You will go.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

- I am taking your
assistant for a moment.

(man groans)

- Excuse me, he stole my nurse.

- Ouch!

- You can't touch my banana.
- Shut up!

- Banana go, banana thief,
banana robbery, banana...

(officer grunts)

(merchant blows raspberry)

(knocks)

(officer shouts in
foreign language)

(knocks)

(knocks)

(grunts)

(thuds)

- We have nothing, it's the
main reason we supply request

to Aganar, but
nothing ever comes.

- Aganar, it's the supply depot
for the eastern provinces.

They have warehouses,
small multiple,

light, uh, no no no,
moderate defenses.

About a platoon of men.

- They stock arms as well?

Automatic weapons.

- Lynn?

Hey, you alright?

- How was it?

- I guess it was just
a normal nursing day.

We ransacked the clinic,

interrupted a compound
fracture being set,

attacked two policemen
and stole their guns,

and then just drove
home, all for nothing.

A big zero.

I've got more at home
in my medicine cabinet

than they did in the
whole god damn place.

- Imagine, a hospital
with no medicine!

Well, I'm not surprised,
look at how this bunch lives.

And they're supposed
to change things!

- Right on, honey, they're
all lazy and dirty, you know.

Never had nothing and never will.

- Lynn, were you able to
alert anybody about it?

- What do you mean?

- What do I mean?

Can I make it any clearer?

You went to a village,
you met policemen,

and you made no effort
to tell anyone about us?

You simple little
bleeding heart.

All you can do is sit
there and whine about

what those filthy little
hoodlums didn't get.

- Why, you overbearing,
pompous bitch.

Don't you preach to me.

I was the one who was out there!

I'm really tired of
hearing you judge people.

Maybe they're not filthy
little hoodlums to me.

(moody guitar music)

(suspenseful music)

(guard groans)

(guard groans)

(man groans)

(gun fires rapidly)

(distant men shout)

(men shout in foreign language)

(guns fire)
(groans)

(guns fire)
(ricochet)

(guns fire)
(men shout)

(guard screams)

(guns fire)

(man groans)

(guns fire)

(groans)

(guard screams)

(guns fire)
(tires screech)

- Roberto, turn it
around, turn it!

(guns fire)

Get the door!

Alex, find the guns!

(gun fires)
(man groans)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(guns fires)
(Bunny screams)

(thud)

(Lynn sobs)

(guns fire)

(guard screams)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(woman screams)

- Flavio!

- Everybody in the Jeep!

Alex, the grenade,
give it to Jay.

(gun fires)

(explosion)
(shouting)

Come on, go, go!

(gun fires)

(explosion booms)
(guns fire)

Go!
(guns fire)

- Five dead, and you
call that a success?

- I do not call it a success
because of the five dead.

But because we got
what we went for.

(peaceful music)

- Flavio.
- Yes.

- That young guy yesterday in
the warehouse that was killed.

- Reno.
- Yes.

- Did he have a family?

Where did he come from?

- Came from where you
work, in San Rosario City.

He was what you
call a draft dodger.

- Are most of you
people draft dodgers?

- Paco, Nemo.

Everybody's here for
different reasons.

You get tired seeing
your sisters assaulted,

your families abused.

Paying a fine week
after week for trying

to sell what you grow.

Maybe because they're all poor,

or from families
with no influence.

That is the biggest crime
in this country, Lynn.

- And you?

- I was luckier than most.

I got to my second year at
the agricultural college,

before I was thrown out for
asking too many questions about

cooperative farming,
government help.

- They expelled you for that?

- The government finding
me unworthy to continue

agricultural college
was an education.

Now I teach what I
learned from that, here.

- You're a lucky one.

A few inches east and you
would have lost your weapon.

- Sorry.

At least you're here to feel it.

- They cut us to pieces.

I told Flavio we're not ready.

(peaceful music)

- [Woman] Can I come in?

- What is it?

- I wanna change that dressing.

- Am I no longer
Susan's patient?

- Look, man, if you want Sue,
I'll go get her right now.

- (chuckles) No, you do it.

You know, I really try, but
I still don't understand.

Why don't you believe
in what we are doing?

- It's simple, why should I?

Because I'm black?

No.

This ain't my revolution.

If it's a revolution I want,
I can join one at home.

I just wanna get out
of here in one piece.

I got a full-time job
just taking care of me.

- Now I understand.

Must be a full-time job.

It must be a big, full-time
job taking care of such an

arrogant, selfish little snob.
- You dumb greaser!

- Dumb greaser?

Tell me something, is that
worse than dumb nigger?

Now do you understand me?

- No, but I guess that just
about makes us even, don't it!

I'll bet there's
something we agree on.

No.

Like this.

No!

No.

Like this.

(peaceful music)

- You know, we aren't the only
scared people in this camp.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, Ronaldo told
me how he warned Flavio

they weren't ready
for that raid.

He seemed kind of
upset when he said it.

- Did he say anything else?

- What are you thinking?

- Well, if what he said to
Bunny means he's scared,

then maybe he's
scared enough to run.

And if he is, maybe he can be
convinced to take us with him.

- Take us with him?

We've given our
word to cooperate.

Besides, we're needed here.

- Oh, Lynn, do you
wanna die in this place?

Don't you think the army's looking
for this bunch right now?

Oh, look, I want out of
here and so does Bunny.

Ellie?

- I wanna die in Chicago
at a good old age.

But I wouldn't run
off and leave you.

- I'll speak with Ronaldo, then
you can make up your minds.

- Flavio.

You're the student
from the university.

- (speaks foreign language)
and there are more to follow.

- And they will all be
welcome, this is Flavio.

(gun fires rapidly)

- Senorita, senorita.

Look, your pictures.

- Oh, they would
use that picture.

- Does "presumado muerte"
mean what I think it does?

- Okay, now remember, Tomas a,
the object of the sling

is to support the weight
of the injured arm.

Okay, easy.

Okay, now by knotting
it up at the back,

you're able to adjust
the elevation of the arm.

Okay.

(Bunny yelps)

- Senorita.

You must be more
careful where you walk.

- Me?

You ought to be more careful
where you throw that thing!

- Senorita, I throw this
thing my whole life,

and I never miss.

- Sure!

You never miss.

I have a brother like you who
never misses, until last year,

when he shot off two of
his toes with his .22!

- Your brother is an
amateur, I am a professional.

- You're a professional
revolutionary?

- No, senorita.

I am a professional hunter.

Flavio does it for the flag,
but Crao does it for the sport.

(thud)

(spring twangs)

- Being a soldier for so long

has taught me the
value of timing.

But Falvio's timing, it's wrong.

- That's how I feel.

Oh, it could've
been so different

if he just wasn't so pigheaded.

- He's my friend.

- Then there's gonna
be a battle this week,

and we're running out?

- What is this running
out thing of yours?

Tell me, is it this
revolution you're worried

about running out
on, or is it Flavio?

- Oh, Sue, for Christ's
sake, get off it.

- Lynn, you can't be so selfish!

- Oh, Bunny, it's not a
matter of being selfish.

What these people
are doing is right,

and they deserve our help!

- My folks must be worried
sick by now, and yours too!

Those stupid pictures must've
been in every paper from

here to Cheboygan!

- Lynn, please!

Teaching them first
aid is one thing,

but sitting by while they blow
people to bits is another.

- Lynn, let me talk
to you for a minute.

Outside.

Lynn.

I understand what you're
saying, but is one nurse

really gonna make a
difference out here now?

They're leaving, no
two ways about it.

And I wanna leave here, too.

But like I said, I
don't wanna leave you.

Lynn, please.

Look at this way if it
makes you feel any better.

We have done them some
good, we've taught them,

and now we've gotta
leave them to it.

There isn't anything
more we can do, except,

get ourselves killed.

(suspenseful music)

- Why is it you're
defecting, Ronaldo?

- Defecting?
- Yeah, defecting.

Going over to the other side.

- I have left the camp and
taken you with me as I agreed.

If you do not wish to
travel any further with me

because of what you
say I am, then do not.

- Lynn, you're not
being very fair.

We were prisoners and
now we're going home.

- A short distance from
here is a fishing village

where we can get a boat.

We'll move up the
coast to Los Indios,

where you can get a train to
the capital and I can go home.

(suspenseful music)

(officer speaks
foreign language)

- Shut the engine and get out.

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(tense percussive music)

(gun fires)

(splashing)

- Senor, is there a
restroom around here?

(man speaks foreign language)

What happened was, I
took one of those tours.

You know, to see the jungle
animals and the birds.

I love animals and birds.

Well anyway, we were
driving and driving,

no no no, don't get
up, don't get up.

Anyway, we were driving
and my kidney, well,

Daddy always said that, anyway,
I had to make. (chuckles)

You know, to pee?

(women yell)

(speaks foreign language)

(motorboat revs)

(man shouts in foreign language)

(man speaks foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

- Go to the road, find Orfeo.

- Halt!

- [Garcia] Ah, welcome
to the Los Indios!

- It's senor Garcia.

- Ah, a small mistake, senorita.

In the jungle to those
pigs only I'm Garcia.

But here, to my men,
to my sainted madre,

to the world, I am Dubay.

Major Alberto Dubay.

(slap)

- What's your real name,
you fucking traitor?

- Oh, senorita,
please, your language!

My men!

(chuckles) Besides,
you are wrong.

Ronaldo Montoya is
Ronaldo Montoya.

That is why it was so easy
to find his army record,

locate his family and
arrest his brothers.

It wasn't until he
received the letter telling

of his brother's
protective custody,

that I obtained his assistance.

But I think perhaps
you play me for a fool.

You was to warn me of
the rebels' attack plans.

- That's why I'm here.

- And Aganar!

What of Aganar?

- There was no time to warn you!

These girls, you wanted
them out of the way!

- No time, hm?

You can put that on your
brothers' gravestone.

- Oh, Ronaldo!

You mean you killed
his brothers?

- The morning after Aganar.

Take him inside and lock him up.

This one, take to my office.

Sergeant Gomez, how early
can we leave in the morning?

- I can be refueled and
ready to leave by 0500.

- Good, we leave at 0430.
(percussive music)

- Listen, Major Garcia, or
Dubay, or whatever your name is.

- Alberto, senorita.

- Look, I don't know if it's
part of your national character

here or what, but ever since
I've arrived in this country,

I've been held by
people against my will.

I want you to return us
to San Rosario City now.

Today.

Or at least call
the American Consul.

- Senorita, in the morning
I will go north with my men.

And by evening, when the
so-called revolution is over,

I will return here and decide
what to do with the four of you.

- [Sue] Five, you
forgot Ronaldo.

- No, I did not forget Ronaldo.

Ronaldo I will take back to
his village and hang him there.

- Hang him?

Why?

- In a nation like this one,
it is very foolish to allow

your citizens, especially your
soldiers, to play revolution.

- No, but he helped you.
(Alberto chuckles)

- But he helped me only
because I forced him to.

Because I was smarter than he.

Senorita, I enjoy
my job so much,

and I'm so well suited for it.

The masquerade, becoming
the columnist Garcia,

going to the rebel camp.

Was I not clever?

Finding the weak
link in the chain.

Ronaldo Montoya.

And now, the final
brilliant move.

When Flavio the mouse
emerges from his hiding place

to steal cheese,

Dubay the cat is waiting.

I spring, pin him, and
tear him to pieces!

And then!

The game is over.

Well, almost over.

- Padre, you must release us.

- Yes, I know.

Or Uncle Samuel will buy
no more of our coconuts.

- Then, please put
me with the others!

- Certainly!

Please take your clothes off.

- Please!
(suspenseful music)

- It's not fair.

That I have all the fun.

(thud)
(Sue whines)

(steam hisses)

- Senorita, you cannot refuse.

I must give you an examination.

- I don't need an
examination, I'm fine.

- After you have been with
that band of filth, that scum,

you could have
anything, I must insist.

- Insist all you want,
but keep away from me.

- Senorita, you are forcing
me to become unpleasant.

Oh, yes?

Oh, yes!

Lock them up in there!

Romero.

Bring that hose here.

(women whine and moan)

- Let me out.

- Now, you are going to...

Disrobe.

Alright, show the senoritas
how hot the steam is.

(steam hisses)
(women whine)

Now will you cooperate?

- Go screw yourself, you pig!

(steam hisses)
(women whine)

- Spray her, yes! (laughs)

Now the one with the big chest,
very good, now very good.

Now the black one.
(men laugh)

- Okay!

- Son of a bitch!

- [Man] Take off the rest!

(somber music)

(somber music)

- Senor!

Senor, help!

She's dying!

Please, come help!

(suspenseful music)

(thuds)

Okay!

(thuds)

Where's the other prisoner?

Tell me!

(suspenseful music)

This way.

- Hands up, motherfucker.

(Lynn speaks foreign language)

- You jerk, key!

We're going back to
Flavio, do you wanna come?

- Yes.

- Do you know how
to work this thing?

(guard groans)

- Let's go.

(fire crackles)

(bell rings)

(siren wails)

(men yell in foreign language)

- Sanchez!

The prisoners,
they're still inside?

Get them out here!

(suspenseful music)
(siren wails)

- Oh, Christ.

- Get the other door!

- Major, Major!

The prisoners escaped,
they set that fire!

- Stupid!

Let the building burn!

Get all the men and
search the area!

Stupid!

Sanchez, check those buildings!

And those crops!

Sergeant!

Check out the lodge, quickly!

(suspenseful music)

- Check the other side!

Major, it's gone!

(explosion booms)

(gun fires)

- Sanchez!

(gun fires)

Contact the transportation
depot at Ermadas,

and arrange for all the
trucks they have available.

(gulls squawk)

(boat approaches)

(percussive music)

(man shouts in foreign language)

(Alberto speaks
foreign language)

One mile from Rio Tigre we
stop and deploy, let's go.

- (sighs) Gasoline.

We're very close, we
continue by foot, come.

Let's go!

(suspenseful music)

- First I would like a
photograph of me standing

with my foot on the body
of their leader, Flavio.

- Foot.

On.

Flavio.

- Then, one standing
next to piled bodies

of other guerrillas.

- Other.

Guerrillas.

- Then how about one...

(peaceful music)

- Deserted.

They've all gone.

- I'm so exhausted.

We just can't keep on walking.

- Ronaldo, where
could they have gone?

- What about that
jungle doorbell thing?

- The signal.

- Oh, Christ!

- Ronaldo!

(women whine)

(suspenseful music)

Oh, my god!

(man laughs)

(groans)

(men laugh)

(suspenseful music)

- El Presidente.

Like Alexander to Macedonia.

Hannibal of the Alps.

Like Custer, no,
cross that one out.

We are all just
soldiers doing our duty.

- Doing.

Our...
- Duty.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Flavio.

Christ, we...

- I am as surprised as you all.

You know the government
troops headed this way?

- Yeah, that's why we're here.

- They're coming
to attack our camp?

- To ambush you as you leave.

- Then they know of our attack.

You told them.

- Yes.

- Instead of an attack,
it is an ambush.

Still they must cross Rio Tigre.

We continue the mining.

- We should also use the
snipers on the other side.

- Flavio, Garcia has more
than 100 men, heavily armed.

- Garcia?

- Yes, Garcia!

Your writer friend, who
happens to be Major Dubay.

Who raped Sue, who murdered
Ronaldo's brothers.

Who's leading that
convoy here right now!

- Look, we came back here
to warn you about Garcia!

- So, not only
have I been a fool,

perhaps I have been insane.

For trusting you, Ronaldo.

For not shooting all of you

the first time you
attempted escape!

Insane to the point of
having my enemy as a guest,

right in my own camp!

When all this is passed...

When this battle is over,

you shall be
court-martialed, Ronaldo.

- Flavio, I have nowhere to go.

You have nothing
to fear from me.

Let me fight with you today.

- I can afford no more
mistakes, Ronaldo.

Crao.

Tie him up.

- Flavio!

- I need nurses today.

Do you help or does
Crao tie you as well?

(suspenseful music)

- We will move to Rio Tigre
upstream from the Edos Peri.

Rodriguez, you will position
your men across the river

on both sides of the road.

When the rebels leave
their camp tonight,

and attempt to
cross by the ferry,

we on this side will
begin the ambush.

When they attempt to return
your side, you will open fire.

Any questions, no? Good.

Send scouts to the river.

Remember, the man who is clumsy,

gets dragged back to Los
Indios by his testicles.

Vamos.

(suspenseful music)

- Take your men downstream
across the river.

When the shooting begins,
we move in from behind.

(man speaks foreign language)

- You trust somebody like that?

- I trust him to kill as many
soldiers as he possibly can.

It means that many bodies
for his men to pick clean.

- Pick clean?

- People join revolutions
for different reasons.

And you, can I trust
you to use this?

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

- Rodriguez, return and
send a fresh group across.

Sanchez, deploy your
men at the tree line

on both sides of the road.

(shouts in foreign language)

(gun fires)

(guerrilla screams)

(soldier shouts in
foreign language)

(explosion booms)
(soldier yell)

(shouts in foreign language)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)
(explosion boom)

(guns fire)

Rodriguez!

Move your men forward!

(guns fire)

(soldier screams)

(guns fire)

(soldier groans)

(guns fire)

(soldier screams)

- You might as well die
like the rest of us, untied.

(gun fires)

- Find some cover.

(guns fire)

(Tomas a screams)

(man screams)

(guns fire)

(soldier groans)

(distant guns fire)

(guns fire)

- [Sue] Shoot him, Ellie!

Just shoot him, shoot him!

(gun fires)
(soldier screams)

(Ellie whines and sobs)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(soldiers groan)

(guns fire)

(Ronaldo groans)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)
(soldiers groan)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(soldier groans)

(guns fire)
(soldier groans)

- Rodriguez, withdraw!

Withdraw, Rodriguez!

(suspenseful music)
(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(soldiers groan)

(moody music)

- Get them ready,
Crao, we must move.

Movelito, your arm still hurt?
- No.

- Good.

Come on, help the
men with the weapons.

- You still don't
have medical help.

I could continue the training.

Flavio, I believe in what
you're doing, I wanna help.

I'm staying.

(moody guitar music)

- We are almost ready,
so you must leave now.

Roberto.

Crao, let's go quickly!

(lively music)

(explosion booms)