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A Wall of Silence.

Surely people knew what was going on here?

And those who didn't know... suspected.

Why didn't you phone me?

I need some clothes.

Get me a shirt, pants and socks

Is In�s asleep?

They'll kill you.

Cut! Very good

I'm dying to see him, aren't I?

I haven't heard from him for days.

Yes, that's right.

But these surprise visits of his upset you.

The military coup has already happened.

Julio has left home precisely because it wasn't safe.

Patricio, that was good.

But don't be so aggressive.

Ana's really scared and I...

Her fear irritates me.

Irritates you? - Yes, I think so.

You need to convince yourself

that your life's not in danger

in order to keep fighting.

But you don't have to act the tough guy.

It's not like that.

Just imagine he could be a young man, like you.

Like me?

But I couldn't kill a fly.

That's why I chose you.

Let's do it again.

Kate...

Does Ana feel guilty?

Why?

For not joining the struggle with Julio.

No, I don't think so.

Besides, what is important to me in this scene

is your dilemma of wanting to see him, yet being afraid.

OK, do it again.

Silvia Cassini, widow. Ernesto Repetto, divorced.

If the parties are ready, I'll begin.

It's my legal duty to inform you

of the rights and obligations you assume

when you join in matrimony.

Room 4?

Congratulations.

Good luck.

Hope you'll be very happy.

I'm so glad you could come.

I just wanted to wish you every happiness.

Stay, we're going to have a quick drink.

Thank you, Silvia, but my sister's expecting me.

Hello, grandma. - Hello, pet, how are you?

How you've grown, you rascal. You must visit me.

Did you invite her?

Yes.

There's something I don't understand.

And that's this obsession with guilt.

Just because she shared his ideals

doesn't mean she agreed with the means he chose.

By 1976 it was clear that the armed struggle was suicide.

We told those kids until we were blue in the face.

But they wouldn't listen to us.

They thought we were relics of the Old Left.

I haven't had much luck. I've never been in fashion.

What about her?

Did she also think you were a relic of the Old Left?

The real-life Ana.

C, D, E, F... natural.

The more I look, the more I resemble...

Your Aunt Mecha.

No, no. I was thinking more like a haddock.

I'll be back at eight. If Paula calls

say I'm at the new house.

Look how well it draws. It's a fantastic chimney.

Silvia, come up here. - I'm coming.

So let's use the original.

I still can't believe it.

Jaime Brie. Disappeared. 26th August, 1976.

Every Thursday we gather in this square

to protest the disappearance of 30.000 people

victims of the genocide by the military dictatorship.

Those 30.000 missing people are the price we paid

for the military to plunge our country into debt

hunger and poverty.

Let us say once again:

No to the injustice of an amnesty.

No to freedom for the leaders.

No to impunity for murderers.

Now! Now! It is imperative now

the victims back alive and the guilty punished.

Now! Now! It is imperative now

the victims back alive and the guilty punished.

Here's that blessed article. I only finished it yesterday.

I'm not happy with it.

I stressed the invasion of Panam�, to show European complicity.

I couldn't think of a title.

You give it one.

Cheat, this is a few years old.

Five.

Ernesto took it, when we first met.

They're filming a script of Bruno's.

Tealdi? - Yes, Bruno Tealdi.

She's the director.

You interviewed her?

She's interesting. English. Very sharp.

She invited me onto the set.

Haven't you seen him for a long time?

Who? - Bruno, Silvia.

I bump into him sometimes. We say hello.

He didn't come back home. I don't think he likes Ernesto.

Everyone likes Ernesto, that's the problem.

What's wrong?

Well... Kate Benson told me what the film is about.

There are things about you.

The kidnapping...

The scene of bar...

The lawyer.

The phone calls.

Did you know?

He has no right.

My bedroom's not the right blue.

It's very dark.

Are you listening me?

It was different on the colour card.

I'd like a dog.

One with big ears.

And a curly coat.

- I love you. - Do you?

Don't come again.

Please.

Don't be frightened.

I know what I'm doing.

You don't realize what's happening.

I do, that's why there's no turning back.

What do you want me to do? Give up now?

You're isolated, Julio.

Be careful.

I'm sorry.

The people's war has begun.

Workers and students have occupied the city of C�rdoba.

It's the people's spontaneous reaction to oppression,

hunger,

injustice and persecution by the military government.

�It's legitimate

for people to use violence in this situation',

says General Per�n from his exile in Madrid.

And we say that Cordobazo

is the previous situation for it'll happen in a short time

with the masses in Argentina and Latin America

who want a new political social and economic order...

I had this buried for eight years in my mum's garden.

She never knew.

It's the people's first victory over this oppressive system.

Agustin Tosco, Secretary of the Power Workers' Union

the C�rdoba Uprising leader jailed for eight years, writes from prison:

�Santa Rosa prison. 12th June, 1969.

Victims of the dictatorship's brutal repression

have our sacred pledge and the historic certainty

that the forces of privilege and reaction

will never stop the people

no matter how many crimes they commit or people they jail.

The ideas of social justice and national liberation

have taken root in us.

Our bodies may he imprisoned

but our spirits are free and will defeat the tyrants. '

Let's see the one about C�mpora.

There's lots more. Tired?

It was a revolutionary situation.

Really.

Julio and Ana thought so.

So did thousands of other youngsters.

The dream lasted fifty days.

We'll see it now.

There are things I don't understand.

It's not easy. Many of us feel the same.

After being banned for 18 years.

Peronism won the elections with 50% of the vote

"under the slogan "C�mpora in office, Per�n in power�.

On May 25th, 1973.

H�ctor C�mpora, chosen by Per�n as his candidate

became President of Argentina.

A united people will never be defeated!

Inspired from exile by Per�n

young people spearheaded the electoral campaign

by mobilizing the masses.

Over a million people shouted:

"A united people will never be defeated ".

But this unity of vision was broken by two conflicting slogans

�A Peronist Argentina� and 'A Socialist Argentina'

underlined the difference between union leaders and politicians

and the Peronist Youth.

Thus ended a long period of popular resistance and struggle

the pinnacle of which was the C�rdoba Uprising

in 1969.

Thanks again.

Don't mention it, Tealdi. I'm glad to help.

How are things going?

Well, it's tough but...

I find ways.

What's wrong?

What would she feel now watching those films?

I don't know.

What are you thinking?

How terribly sane we have all all become.

All except me. I must be mad to have got mixed up in this.

Why?

Why? Because...

I don't understand, Bruno. Not a single thing.

What did those kids expect?

That a general, that Per�n, would keep his promise? They were mad.

Yes, in a way. They were reckless.

There were thousands of them.

Yes, thousands of reckless kids were fooled.

You're not much help.

Bruno, you're not helping me.

Obviously I can't ask Julio now.

But I can ask Ana.

You're naive too, Kate.

Do you think they'd have the same ideals today?

Kate, we'll be ready in two minutes.

Just coming.

I got news.

Bad news.

They transferred Julio. - Where to?

What do you mean 'where to'? - They transferred him.

You know that means you won't see him again.

Ra�I says leave the country as soon as possible.

How can I? What about Julio?

Who's next?

Potatoes.

Half a kilo.

I have to say something else.

It looked odd you being released.

No one understands why.

Leave, Ana.

I want another banana.

Who is it? - Me.

- Who? - Julio.

Where are you?

I can't say. Don't tell anyone that I called you.

Did you escape?

No, but from now on I can phone you.

- Are you all right? - Yes, fine.

- And In�s? - She's fine too.

Please be careful. Bye.

She was a teenager when 1 met her, a student of mine.

In those days she read all my articles, quoted me, etc.

Then she met him.

He was a student leader, also in my class.

In 1974 he joined the armed struggle.

They got married, had a daughter.

You know the rest.

The military coup, the repression. Me going into exile.

Of course you're afraid.

We're all afraid.

No one knows how far these guys will go.

Ana...

the habeas corpus will get the usual treatment.

The judges all play safe.

You have to move house.

Excuse me, there's a lady here to see you, she's insisting.

She's very... it's urgent, she has no appointment.

All right, tell her to wait

I can't lose contact with Julio.

It's hard to know what these calls mean.

I can't understand it.

C�ceres...

Don't ask me to move.

Please.

In his critique of pragmatism.

Horkheimer poses a fundamental question.

In pragmatism the dimension of the past

is absorbed by the future

and is therefore outside logic.

How old are you?

Who, me?

Thirty-one... I started university late.

So anyway, Horkheimer concludes that...

pragmatism reflects a society which has no time

to remember, to think...

Were you paid well?

How much?

I never get paid well.

So?

Your coffee.

So?

So go on, reproach me.

Let's go. I've already said what I have to say.

Why use my confidences?

My letters?

Why go behind my back?

You still haven't said I've no right.

Let's get out of here.

Why get so upset?

Look at it another way.

Your story might help others.

Did you hear?

Don't you feel well?

Why don't you talk?

You never stopped before. - Before what?

Just drop me here.

My mistake was...

not prising you away from your cosy life with Ernesto.

You're a traitor.

You're politer than Paula.

Kate Benson's number's on the script, she wants to meet you.

Ernesto, we're recording tomorrow at five.

I've got someone to stand in for Catena. Bye.

Silvia. R's Paula.

I just had to phone Tealdi to tel! Him he's a real b...

I'll tell you later. Call me when you get in.

Paula wants you to call.

Tired?

Maria Elisa?

Sleeping-

What time is it?

Sleep well.

Who is it? - C�ceres.

How are you? Come in.

Working? - Yes, thank goodness.

I've brought the papers.

Take a look at them.

I added more proof. I mean, I gave more details.

Like a coffee?

No, thanks. I still have to go to Mor�n.

I'll come again next week.

Don't call me at the office.

I'm using a friend's place for a few days. I'll keep in touch.

C�ceres. - What?

He phoned me again.

He just asked how we were.

Stay calm.

What year is that? - 1985.

R's me.

How are you?

I'd like to hear In�s's voice. Call her, please.

She's asleep.

I love you.

Mummy, come here.

Be careful. Bye.

Julio, where are you?

Who is it? - Ramirez, the doorman.

Just a minute, please.

Sorry to bother you but...

your second-floor neighbour is interested in your flat.

He's offering 9000.

He's trying it on, this flat's worth twice that.

It's not for sale. - If you need anything...

When I saw her again after I returned from exile

she was a different person.

She'd changed, lots of people had.

In what way?

They needed to... look ahead.

She did too? - Yes, in a certain sense.

And since I was part of the past...

Anyway, this doesn't help you.

First of all, it helps me to know you better

to understand why you wrote this story, and also...

to find out how much of her is your imagination.

Not all that much.

I used her letters and her account of events.

Lucky you. I don't have that privilege.

Ana could have cleared up most of my doubts.

The difference is, when the actors look to me.

You're at home...

remembering old times.

But I'm stuck here filming in the dark.

Giving answers I'm not not at all sure about.

And your imagination? Why not use that?

What do you think I'm managing with now?

If you had met Ana...

you'd still need imagination, you know that.

I know there's only one Ana, and you didn't persuade her.

This Ana is just as real as the one

you want to meet.

Who is it? - A man.

Who is it? - Me. Julio.

- She answered me. - Yes. How are you'?

I think I can see you. I have to go now.

See me, how? - Yes, see you.

I didn't say that, Silvia.

I said I saw a guy a bit like Jaime

crossing Plaza Santiago del Estero, that's all.

Sure it wasn't him? - What are you getting at?

I didn't even say 'like'. I said he reminded me of Jaime.

What's happening to you?

Nothing.

Take the magazine.

What happened with you?

Why?

You said you'd pick me up at the new house. I waited.

I forgot. I had a faculty meeting. I'm sorry.

Maria Elisa is in bed.

This must taste awful.

It's dry.

Your article came out.

"A Wall of Silence�."

Hello, mum, yes...

I'll call you later.

It took me a while to figure out who you were.

Why ask to see me?

You're making a film about my wife's life.

Many womens' lives.

I read the script.

Well, go on.

I'll get to the point.

It is not convenient that Silvia keep seeing you.

She didn't want to talk to me.

I didn't even know her name

until you phoned and said you were the husband of...

Silvia Cassini.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

How is she?

Silvia was a happy woman.

Until all this started.

Coming.

Excuse me, is your husband in?

I need to speak to him.

He gets back from Chascom�s tomorrow night. Get inside.

Fine. I'll come another day.

Want to leave a message? What's it about?

Happy... happy!

Understand? He said 'happy'.

Why not?

Maybe she began to be happy when she was able to forget.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Everyone has the right...

to protect themselves from their past.

You don't understand a thing.

Not a thing!

From the start, you haven't understood a thing.

If the victims want to forget...

what's the point of my film?

You don't understand.

I want to dance.

I'll disappoint you, I've got two left feet.

Why did he say 'happy'?

Because he's a real bastard.

Forget it, wipe it from of your mind.

Nothing happened this afternoon.

How does someone look who knows he's going to die?

Pato, don't worry about how to look.

Just think of this.

You've been continually tortured for six whole months.

You haven't seen Ana since the day they kidnapped you.

And I'm sure

that this is absolutely the last time you will see her.

So you don't think I should say "They're going to kill me".

I think you've only one thought in your head.

They're going to kill me.

They're going to kill me.

He's expecting you. He needs a couple of days' rest, that's all.

Ah, yes, Bruno. OK, thanks.

All right now, Pato?

What's the cue?

The cue, I don't remember it.

Ana asks you "Are they going to let you go?".

I'm off.

Get some rest.

"I saw Jaime for the last time in the Bar Ronderos. "

Over six months had passed since they'd taken him.

He was unrecognizable.

Now I understand that when he sat in front of me

he was, in a sense, already dead.

I asked him if they were going to let him go.

At first he looked at me without any hope.

Then I thought I saw a last glimmer of life in his eyes�.

So death was a kind of hope for him, then?

They'd tortured him for days on end.

You'll be fine tomorrow.

My father smoked as much as you.

How old was he when he died?

He's not dead yet.

I failed, Kate.

I should have understood her desire to be happy.

Mistaken or not.

Shall I help you to bed?

No, thanks very much. I'm expecting my son.

Do me a favour... on the second shelf, on the right...

Same as him.

Ah, and this...

In the fourth drawer down.

Wish me luck.

Of all my kids, he had the nicest handwriting.

The photos I mean were taken in the country.

He had a beard.

I'm sure they were the last ones.

Ah, the ones with the horse?

Maria Elisa took them away. - When?

The other day when she came to see me.

Do you want any of these?

No, thanks. You keep them.

Will you stay to dinner? Andr�s is coming tonight.

No, I didn't say I was coming.

Will you have a drink?

All right.

Hello, son.

Look what a surprise.

It's been ages.

You look lovely. How is...?

Ernesto? He's fine.

Anything wrong?

Did you ever think that he could be alive?

Stay the night. Don't go in this storm, it's a long way.

Come in, Pablo. I'm in here.

Fine time...

Take off your wet things.

He's alive.

I saw him.

I'm sure it's him.

Why didn't he come and find me?

What about you? Have you kept looking for him all this time?

How long could I keep looking?

I lived for his phone calls.

I kept asking for him until...

Until when?

You see?

Ages ago...

you gave him up for dead.

Everyone gave them up for dead.

It was a reassuring thought.

How can you say that?

I wanted him alive.

I chose to stay here, to wait for him.

So that he'd...

know where he finds me.

Meanwhile you asked me

from 10.000 miles away...

to escape this hell-hole, and join you in exile.

I wanted to get you out of the terror

so you could keep looking.

No.

You wanted to dictate to me once again what I should do.

And from your Olympian heights, show me the correct path.

But you know,

there is not only one path.

The only correct path is holding true to your beliefs.

What do you want to say?

And at some stage you let your dumb husband convince you

that you had to forget, as if nothing had happened.

Is that idiot as worried as you now?

Ah, no. You won't wipe me off the map that easily.

You're afraid I'll forget you.

Not Jaime.

Just go.

Ernesto doesn't know.

Why did you choose me?

Why me exactly?

In all these years, I've never dreamed of him dead.

Rest for a bit.

How are you, dad? - Fine.

Getting better.

Here, not more than four a day.

Keep on with the antibiotics

and no alcohol.

I'll drop in tomorrow.

Don't worry about me.

Look after yourself.

They're all dead.

He isn't.

He's dead too.

Pour me a glass of liquor.

You didn't bring Wes?

She stayed with her Grandma.

Are you OK?

You've cut your hair.

I need 300 million.

Sell the house. Go and live with your mother.

Understand?

I'll get you the money.

What can I do? - Take care.

Take care of In�s.

Where are they holding you? - I don't know.

Are they going to let you go?

Cut!

Senora, are you all right?

Are you hurt? Can you move?

Senora, does anything hurt?

I didn't dare ask.

I didn't know how to help.

Surely people knew what was going on here?

Everybody knew.