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Seven twenty in the morning. More news...

Minister Toha accuses the opposition party's reactionary plan...

Gonzalo,

- eat it all. - Okay, thanks.

...to workers in all production sectors.

Hurry up!

Mom?

Bye, honey.

Eraser.

Look..

Good morning..., Boys

Those of you aware that...

...the bulletin board is to be read.

will have noticed certain changes here at school.

You have new classmates.

They live near the school,

so most of you have probably seen

many of them around.

Well?

They live around the corner!

- Yes?

- I know that one.

His mother does our laundry.

Hi, Christian.

Good. Now you're classmates.

I hope you give them a warm welcome,

as you would a brother or a new friend.

All right boys, please be seated.

Hold on.

I don't want the new boys sitting together.

You. Yes, you.

Get your things and sit over there.

Liven up!

- How about You. What's your name? - Pedro Machuca.

- Speak up. I can't hear you. - Pedro Machuca.

- Louder! - Pedro Machuca!

That's more like it.

Make yourself heard, Machuca.

Go sit down.

Over there.

You,

there.

You, there...

And you...

over there.

Right.

All alone? How's that sandwich, Infante?

Tasty. You want it?

Take it.

The priest screwed you.

Who will you copy from now?

Thatjerk. Hey!

Machuca! Hey, Machuca!

Come on!

Let's have some fun.

Hey, Machuca. My name's...

Gaston Robles!

Just kidding.

Go ahead, be unfriendly. I don't care.

But I want my desk back.

- Why? - It's none of your business.

- To be near my friend. - Let him move.

We're doing you a favor. You're getting a free ride.

Our parents pay for your tuition. And you want to make the rules?

- No way. - Complain to the priest.

The priest, you shithead?

His name is Father McEnroe.

Hello, my honeypie!

That's enough, Mama. Cut it out.

- What took you so long? - I came straight here.

- Really? - Yes.

Anything new at school?

No, nothing.

You have much homework?

Hey, you dummy!

- Are you listening to me? - Yes.

- The Martians landed in Santiago... - ... this morning.

I know. - We have an errand to run.

- No, not again. - Yes, again.

- I have homework. - You can do it there.

NO CIVlL WAR

THE LONE RANGER CHAPTER ONE

We had a good time, right?

Did you like Roberto's gift?

My little man...

Lucy, I brought some things.

I had a lucky day.

- Hi, Lucy. - Hi, sweetie.

Hello, hello.

I got a great tip at the black market.

- Anything yummy? - Yeah, lentils,

milk, shaving cream,

- oil, sardines. - We're overstocking.

We have plenty of oil already.

With things as they are, you never know.

This situation can't last, can it?

No, it can't.

What are you eating, you pig?

- Jello. - You're gonna get fat.

- Such a pretty... - Leave her alone.

- Here, let's see. - No, give it to me!

Give it over here.

Dad,

it's the Gold Collection, first issue. When the Lone Ranger meets Toro.

This is a great chapter.

Toro uses Indian medicine to heal his wound.

You found this at the black market?

What a ridiculous question!

It's late. Time for bed.

It's a school night.

Good night, Dad.

Good night.

...the first Chilean president ever to visit the Soviet Union.

Good night

Ajoint press release signed today at the Kremlin confirms

#USSR support... #

What ajerk

Good night.

Can't she do any better?

Why? I think he's good-looking.

NO RUNNING - NO SPLASHING NO FIGHTING GAMES

Stop running! Do as I say!

Boys!

Boys!

Remember, this pool has a chemical

that turns pink when it comes into contact

with urine. So please be careful. Please!

Jump if you're wearing a black shirt!

You!

Out of the pool!

You will learn to respect each other.

Even if it's the only thing you learn at this school.

I don't care who you are or where you were born.

You will respect each other here!

Is that clear?

Yes, Father McEnroe.

Good. Enjoy yourselves.

Jump in.

The water's great!

RESIGN DO IT FOR CHILE

RIGHT WING BEWARE HERE COME THE RABBLE

THE OLD CAPITALIST ECONOMY IS DEAD

Gonzalo,

Gonzalo,

I'm waiting, honey.

- Afternoon. - How's little mama's boy?

- How is it now? - Fine.

Do you like it?

No.

- Stunning. - Thank you.

And now?

Even worse.

The boy's in a bad mood.

If you don't mind my saying so, you look gorgeous.

Thank you.

I mind you saying so.

Gonzalo, what's your problem?

You loved the designs before.

- You're not the one paying. - Neither are you

Hey! You jerk.

What's with this guy?

Move over, shithead.

Does it hurt, Infante?

- No. - Come on, I want to show you something.

Come on, man.

Come on.

Come on, man. Come on.

Nothing's gonna happen. Don't worry.

Why so serious?

Relax, man.

We got him ready for you.

Go on, hit him.

He threw dirt at us.

Don't be chicken. Hit him!

This is how we do things here in Vitacura.

What's your problem?

Go on, hit him.

Go on.

Go on, hit him!

Don't be chicken! Hit him!

Are you afraid? Hit him!

Be a man for once in your life!

Coward!

Coward! Coward!

Let me go, dammit!

Come back, you coward!

- Faggot! - Learn how to fight, you pussy!

Fuck off!

Look at those two pussies. They should get married,

Faggot!

Hi.

- Does it hurt? - No.

- You're not leaving? - No, my ride's not here yet.

You want a lift?

No, it's okay.

Come on. Hold on a second.

Hi, Uncle!

Can we give my friend a lift?

All right, but quick!

Dad, there's no room!

Yes, there is!

Come on, hurry!

Shut up, midget.

The little princess is too good for us.

Where to, Strawberry Face?

That's a pretty nice school.

It's a private school.

Sorry, no offense

Where to, Sire?

The corner of Bentjerodt and Hernandez.

Nice neighborhood.

Look! Fatso's got his seat up his ass!

Stop it, Dad.

Strawberry Face is cracking up!

Is he your dad?

No, a neighbor.

Peter, do whatever Silvana says.

Only one carton at a time.

If they're imported, never more than two.

- Where are you going? - To work.

A snob like you wouldn't know.

That's enough. Let's get to work.

And don't confuse the flags.

It happened to Silvana last time. That was scary!

I wasn't scared.

Here's your stop, Strawberry Face.

- How far are you going? - To Parque Forestal.

- That's on my way. - You sure?

- Yeah. I can do some shopping. - You got cash?

Enough chatting. We're late.

Hello, Lucy?

Is Mama home?

Tell her I went to a friend's house

to do homework.

I'll be home later. Bye.

20 years to get there, 3 years to screw it up!

Strawberry Face. Get me 3 packs from the truck.

One Hilton, two Monarchs. The box in front.

And be careful.

Flags! Flags! Chilean flags!

Did you lock the truck? Give the Hiltons to Silvana.

Allende, Allende, the country's not for sale!

Flags! Flags!

Here.

- You still here? - Willy said to give you this.

- Gonzalo, you're helping us? - How's it going?

- I sold everything. - Give me the cash.

I had to lower the price.

What's this?

- It's for me. - You're a smart-ass.

Jump if you're not a commie!

Jump, kids, jump!

Jump if you're not a commie!

Jump!

Now what?

Now we go to the real demonstration.

C- C-Y!

C- C-Y!

C- C-Y!

Chilean-Communist-Youth!

Power to the people!

Power to the people!

Power to the people!

Flags! Flags!

Here.

Allende, the people are behind you!

Flags! Flags!

Chilean Flags! Socialist Party flags!

Allende, the people are behind you!

- How's it going, snob? - Fine.

Jump if you're not a mummy!

Jump if you're not a mummy!

Jump if you're not a mummy!

What's a mummy?

- Rich and spoiled, like you. - What?

Rich and spoiled, like you.

Go on, jump! Jump!

Get out, honey.

- Evening,Amador. - Come in, Madame.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm late. I couldn't come any sooner.

It's good to see you.

- How are you? - Fine, fine.

Sit down, honey.

You're not hungry?

No.

What happened, Chief?

The people at his school are nuts.

The kids will end up killing each other.

What school is that?

- Or did you tell me? - Saint Patrick's.

Saint Patrick's. I went there, too.

- Silly. - Best school in all of Chile.

I heard things have changed there.

That the priests have turned red on us. Is that true?

Like the rest of the country. The kids are more restless, though.

Aren't they? - Mama!

- Why didn't you go to Buenos Aires? - I didn't have to.

My family's coming this weekend.

To celebrate my wife's birthday

They're coming?

I thought

they wouldn't set foot in Chile while Allende was president.

It's only a few days.

How absurd.

You can't compare Santiago with Buenos Aires.

She'll have an awful birthday, poor thing.

I don't understand.

We'll go to Vina, to the casino.

Wonderful.

How's the book I gave you?

I don't like the Lone Ranger.

You don't?

You want another book?

No.

I'll get you another next time, just in case.

All right?

Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

RIGHT-WINGERS BEWARE

Thanks, Infante. See you.

Hey! I can take you home

if you want!

No, thanks. Here's all right.

Can I? - Okay.

Hi, Mama.

- I brought a friend. - Some nerve!

Go on home, I'll make a snack!

See you there!

Why are you two so quiet?

Aren't you hungry?

Is there a bathroom?

Of course there is.

That shack back there.

Pedro, go with him.

- Go with him! - He can go by himself!

Give me your cup.

Your friend seems nice.

Were you hiding him?

Clean yourself up. You're a mess.

Hi.

Hi.

Is it yours?

Yes.

Be careful. We're all thieves here.

It'll vanish in a flash.

- Hi. - You could knock at least.

I was outside with the snob.

His name's Gonzalo.

Hey, give me a hand.

- She's got the hiccups. - Pat her on the back.

Guys, come sit over here.

- So tell me, snob. - Gonzalo. His name's Gonzalo.

- Cut it out, Silvana. - I didn't say anything.

- Hey, Peter. - What?

How's school with the snob?

I mean Gonzalo. - You're such an ass!

We're learning English.

Seriously. It's not so hard. Is it?

Not really.

Okay, say something.

Even I know that one. Something else.

Something else...

Okay, say...

"My sister Rosita is cute. "

And say...

"Salvador Allende is the President of Chile. "

You're pulling my leg.

If you don't believe me, don't ask.

Do you know this one? What does "I love you" mean?

I quit. Ask Gonzalo.

Do you know?

I love you.

Your friend here knows.

What's the big hurry, blondie?

- Who is it? - Patricio Infante.

How are things?

- Hi there, Cesar. - Patricio! Nice to see you!

What's new?

And the little gringo?

He's grown! Have a seat.

- How's everything? - Fine. We're doing our best.

Cigarettes! Good. I'll take some.

Any ham?

Sure. Excellent quality.

NO CIGARETTES

NO MILK - NO MEAT

NO EGGS - NO FLOUR

Toro.

We'll study together next time.

Okay?

Robles.

Machuca.

Infante...

Gomez.

- How did you do? - Seven.

Boys... On your mark,

get set,

go!

Second...

Machuca.

Third...

Are you upset?

If you'd gotten a 7, they'd have caught us for sure!

"For sure. "

What a drag. It's my sister's birthday.

- All these assholes are coming over. - So what?

My parents are going out.

I have to stay in and play the cop.

- How old is she? -16.

They don't like leaving her alone with her boyfriend.

- I can come if you want. - To my place?

It's no big deal. I was only offering to help.

Hi.

Hi.

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

Hold it, hold it!

- Say hello! - Hello.

- New friend? - Yes.

One of the new kids, right?

- What's your name? - Pedro.

- Pedro what? - Pedro Machuca.

Machuca...

- Cut it out! - Okay, okay.

Get out of my face!

- What do they call you? - Peter.

Peter...

Come on, stop it.

Cut it out.

These people have such weird names.

Leave him alone.

- Stop it. - Cool it.

- You know what this is? - No.

For self-defense, look.

I told you. He's an asshole.

Forget about it.

Is all that yours?

Yeah.

More or less.

I get hand-me-downs from a cousin.

Adidas!

Lucky you!

"Made in Germany. "

You want to try them?

- Can I? - You can borrow them.

Your dad's really cool.

No, they were a gift from a friend of my mom's.

- From Buenos Aires. - She has nice friends.

I'd like to meet one.

- What are you staring at? - Nothing.

- Come on, tell me. - Nothing.

Tell your friend not to eat everything!

Have a drink with me.

Come on!

Have a drink with me. Come on.

You can keep it.

Go on, take it. Your mommy isn't home.

Invite me again sometime.

Your friends are so chic...

I didn't hear you complaining about the #filet mignon. #

Not to mention the Chivas.

There's no better aphrodisiac than a good whisky.

Stop it, you're too drunk.

- Don't be vulgar. - I'll show you vulgar.

Let go. Don't touch me.

The kids are asleep.

- You'll wake them. - Vulgar?

- I'm the vulgar one now. - Let me go.

You know what? Your friends are the ones who are vulgar.

Now they're vulgar.

Stupid sluts talking nonsense and jerks who only care about money.

How much money they make... Now that's vulgar.

At least they're proud of something.

Proud of something? Like you, right?

What does that mean?

- You know exactly what I mean. - No, I don't.

If you have something to say, say it. Be a man, for once.

Otherwise shut up. - Just please don't involve Gonzalo.

You've gone too far with this.

Me? I've gone too far with it?

Open the door! Maria Luisa, open the door!

- Open up! - No way. Sleep somewhere else.

Good morning.

It smells like men in here.

Who's he?

Afriend.

- What's your name? - Pedro, ma'am.

Pedro.

I'd never seen you before.

He's new.

In your class?

Yes.

You have beautiful eyes.

Thanks.

And you?

And you?

You trying to get away from me?

Did you have fun at the party?

Not really. It was boring.

Liar.

Do you like the present?

- What present? - Didn't you see it?

No.

This.

It's from Roberto.

Take it.

I'll leave it here,

in case you're interested.

Kids, time for breakfast.

Wow, look!

You're so lucky! Let me borrow it.

Not that one.

You can borrow this one.

Okay, mister. There you go.

Keep it down, one at a time! One at a time, please.

-3 cans of condensed milk. -2 per family.

My nanny said I could get 3.

Tell her to stand in line herself.

There you go. Shall I wrap it for you?

That's 50 Escudos.

- Hey, snob. - Hey.

- What's up? - Just hanging around.

Condensed milk!

- Give me some. - No, the can is not open.

- Come on, open it. - No

- Guess which hand. - I can't.

- Come on, you have two. - I can't.

- It's not open. - Open it.

No, I can't.

- Try it, it's delicious. - Thanks.

Stop it! You're not breastfeeding!

Drink it slowly so you don't swell.

Slowly.

Why go to school if you don't learn anything?

Besides, Peter's a lazy bum.

You don't need to study to be dumb.

With all that money the priests are wasting on him.

- What school do you go to? - I stopped going.

I got bored. I have to work and take care of the house.

What about your mama?

- No, she doesn't. - Doesn't what?

She left.

Where to?

Look.

Close your eyes.

You kiss good for a kid.

Did you like it?

You want more

Come here.

Asshole!

- Hi. - Hi, Peter.

What was that?

Stop!

I need at least one

- to take home. - You want some?

Come on, let him try.

Have a seat.

Two lollies.

Thank you.

Hey, give it here.

Hey, give it here.

Hey, Machuca. Come and get it.

Forget it. I'll buy you another.

Listen to your girlfriend. Women know best.

They're in love! They're in love!

Peter, you want it?

Come and suck it.

Let go of him!

You disappoint me.

You all disappoint me.

What kind of arrogance

has gotten into you?

Look at yourselves.

Please!

You.

You insist on acting like

an animal.

It's all about you

and only you.

And the others?

Don't they count?

Hasn't this school taught you anything?

And you.

you.

You think you can gain their respect with you fists?

Tell me.

What will you do after you hit your classmate?

Will you strangle him until he can't breathe?

Until he's dead?

And then what?

Will you eat him?

And you. What's so funny?

That's enough.

- Your glass. - Not the kids, Patricio.

Why not? They need to learn.

Otherwise they lose control.

That's enough.

When I was a baby, they'd dip my pacifier in wine.

That kept me quiet.

- Really? - Yeah.

Dad, will you be traveling more often?

A bit more often.

Especially to Rome. The FAO office is there.

- What language do they speak there? - Italian, dummy.

Why?

He wants the Lone Ranger.

So?

- And you want a Neil Diamond record. - Yeah, please, Dad.

- It's... - So you want me to turn smuggler.

- It has a blue cover and... - I could use a pair of new shoes.

- Really? - Really.

Let's all move to Italy.

What?

Let's move to Rome.

I could easily get a transfer.

Considering the situation here...

It's not all that bad, but...

We'd be better off there. I'd be making dollars.

Socialism may be best for Chile, but not for us.

Well, not yet.

- I mean it, let's move! - Yeah, Mama. It would be fun.

You don't even speak Italian.

Who cares?

- What do you say? - Come on, Mama!

Mama! Mama!

What is it?

- What? - There are people outside.

They're hunting dogs and killing them!

Calm down! It's all right. There's no danger.

Go watch TV.

Go on.

Your mama'll be right out.

CIVlLWAR

Gonzalo, I hope you have money for the movies.

I won't pay for you.

- Of course I do. - When I have money,

I won't spend it on stupid things.

I'll open a shop. I'm sick of selling

- in the street. - I want to be a priest.

Like Father McEnroe.

A priest? What for?

To help people. Especially the poor.

You mean to help yourself. For the cash.

What about you, Gonzalo?

I don't know. Maybe a priest, also.

See? That's two of us.

Are you crazy? You two don't even go to church.

So? What does that matter?

It doesn't? You know who a priest marries?

Priests don't marry. - Yes they do.

God. And forget about sex. You guys are too horny for that.

Look who's talking! You're the horny one!

Come on, run!

I want to show you something wonderful!

What a boring movie!

Gonzalo, look.

Gonzalo.

Look over here, man.

Stop reading that. It's bullshit.

And you can't even dance.

White men and Indians are never friends.

Sure they are. It's possible.

- What do you want? - Where's the money?

- There's none left. - Where's the rest?

Hold it, stay there.

Hold it, stay there.

Come here.

- Give me that! - Let go!

Let go! Let go!

Shame on you! Pushing me around like that!

Who's that?

Afriend.

Afriend, right.

Some friends you have.

Know where your friend will be in 5 years?

Starting college.

And you'll be cleaning toilets.

In ten years, your friend here

will be working at his daddy's company.

And you'll still be cleaning toilets.

In 15 years, your friend will own his daddy's company.

And you? Take a guess.

You'll still be cleaning toilets.

Some friend.

He won't even remember your name by then.

- Your friend. - I think you better leave.

- Your friend. - At this rate,

you'll just get drunker and drunker

and in two years you'll be dead.

Don't you dare touch her!

Let go of her!

Leave!

Go find some booze.

Your friend better go home.

Go on, kiddo. Go home.

You, go find your father.

Mama!

Go on, do as I say. Be a good boy.

Kids and drunks don't lie, do they?

Sometimes they do.

We praise you, oh, Lord.

Dear parents,

I'd like to take a break from the Gospel

to discuss

what is happening

here at the school.

Father, I'd like to say something.

The recent violent behavior at the school

is unacceptable. My son gets in fights every day. The new kids

are constantly

provoking our children.

Father. To a certain extent, we're all responsible for what's happening.

Silence, please. In my opinion,

the blame rests with you,

Father.

You're trying to brainwash our children by mixing them

with people they don't need to know.

You're manipulating them, and we won't stand for it.

All parents were informed in advance

about the measures the school intended to take.

Those who don't like the school can leave the school.

Why don't you leave, you communist priest!

Hold on, wait a second.

The father represents the sentiment of a considerable group here.

Those of us who want equal opportunity

and a democratic education for our children.

Go on, clap. Father, this madness

will bankrupt the school.

We'll soon have returns from the farm

managed by the students.

That will cover the small deficit we're operating under.

Father, you know I donated 30 pigs to your farm.

Pigs I brought from my own farm, which the communists want to steal from me.

I heard the pigs are dying because they're not receiving vaccinations!

These things happen.

It's part of the process

your children are going through.

Excuse me, Father, for turning my back on you...

Look, I don't think this is a good thing.

This sort of paternalism, frankly,

because people don't want

to receive things...

for free, without having done something to deserve them.

- We've earned everything we have! - They're hard-working people!

Paternalism is what you're doing, speaking for others as if they couldn't!

I speak on behalf of

a great majority of people.

Father, what's the whole idea of mixing pears and apples?

I'd like to know why it is you try so hard...

Let me finish. Why mix pears and apples?

I'm not saying we're better or worse, just different.

When I was a child...

When I was a child...

I lived on a farm

next to San Nicolas.

My father took care of the cattle.

If something happened to an animal,

it was docked from our food at the end of the month.

The reason didn't matter.

My father was always to blame.

I came here to Santiago

when I was 15...

because I didn't want my children to be blamed for everything.

But I can see things here are the same.

Everything is always our fault.

That's just how it is.

No one will blame you for not changing.

Sometimes I ask myself,

when will things change?

When will we dare to do things differently?

That's my opinion.

Save your bitterness! Get the hell out of here!

Get these Marxists out of here!

Nationalists! - Present!

National Front, freedom and country!

Nationalists! - Present!

National Front, freedom and country!

Nationalists! - Present!

National Front, freedom and country!

National Party flags!

Chilean flags!

Flags!

Flags...

SOCIALIST PARTY

Communists, bastards!

Living off the state!

Communists, bastards!

Living off the state!

Maria Luisa.

- Why come if you're not protesting? - Come on, make some noise.

Okay, that's why I came.

Living off the state!

Communists, bastards!

Living off the state!

Here.

Hey, you have to pay!

Pay me, you asshole!

Pay me, you shithead!

Who do you think you are?

Up yours, motherfucker!

Pablo, hi.

What are you doing here? What if Patricio saw you?

I'm married, not retarded.

You didn't bring my daughter, I hope.

No, of course not. See you.

Who do you think you are?

What was that?

She spat on your car.

Hey, you little bitch! Clean it up!

What's your problem, you fucking snob?

Look what you did, you scumbag!

Fuck you, snob!

Calm down. She's just a kid.

She's just a kid!

Hey!

You fucking little bitch!

Fuck you, snob!

I was sticking up for you, you little shit!

Go back to your shantytown!

Go back to your shantytown!

You're all fucking snobs!

Go home, you scumbag!

You fucking lowlife!

Your mama didn't look happy.

That was your mama?

Was that your mama?

Answer me.

Your mama is a real shitbag.

The whore.

Fucking snob.

Cocksucker.

Cocksucker.

Whore.

Whore, whore,

Where were you? Let's get out of here!

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

They're all dead, Father.

They were sick.

- Pack some sweaters, please. - Which ones?

All of them.

- Why? It's summer in Europe. - End of summer.

All of them.

Don't, give me that. A little girl smoking...

Let her smoke, she's old enough.

- Just one. - Fine.

- Your ties? - Yes.

What are you looking for?

The camera.

Are you taking it with you?

Of course, it's a trip. Rome, Italy, the Vatican...

I won't be working the whole time.

4th drawer, you put it there yourself.

You mean the 2nd.

The 4th, in back.

- Shall I close it? - Yes.

Careful, careful...

Not so hard, asshole!

- What? - You bit me, man!

I didn't mean it. - Yeah, sure.

A kiss of mine'll make it better.

Better my ass, you jerk!

- Get off me! - You ruined it for both of us!

You shithead! Why'd you go

and bite her?

What have you got in your mouth? A razor blade?

Learn how to kiss, carrot head.

Don't tease the snob, he might start crying.

Give me my bike back.

Don't be stupid.

Give it back! Give it back!

- Thanks for the bike! - No, give it back, shit!

Give it back! Come on, give it back!

Give it back!

Give it back!

Fucking rabble! Sons of bitches!

What did you say?

What did you say?

My mother isn't a bitch.

Go on, hit me. Hit me.

My little boy.

Stop seeing that old fucker.

...bravely risking his own life, the second person to enter the room

as shots rang from inside the palace,

stray bullets flying everywhere.

Apparently the gun was

a gift given by Fidel Castro directly to the President.

It is the gun he used to kill himself.

The inscription, "To Salvador, from your brother in arms, Fidel Castro. "

Where exactly did you find it?

It was in Mr. Allende's hand when we entered his office.

Hello, Mama? Yes.

When will you be back?

But Mama...

Bye.

the armed forces have restored order,

with unanimous support, after having endured three years of

the Marxist cancer.

Eat your sandwich and drink your milk

No, thanks.

- Was Mama all right? - Looks like it.

both moral and social,

which could no longer be tolerated.

The armed forces and order itself

today have responded,

driven purely by patriotic duty and nothing else,

to save the country from the unyielding chaos

of Salvador Allende's Marxist government.

Move on, faster.

Hurry up.

Go on, keep moving.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster, keep moving.

You, over there.

Inside.

Let go of me!

You, inside.

You, inside.

You, smart-ass!

What are you doing to the children?

This is not a barracks!

This is humiliating!

Go on, keep moving.

Army bastards! Go back

to the barracks!

- You okay? - What do you care?

Good morning, boys.

Ma'am. - Good morning.

Mrs. Gilda,

you left this in the Teacher's Lounge.

Thank you very much.

Boys,

I'm Colonel Sotomayor,

the new Principal of the school

As you all know,

strange things have been going on here at the school.

Inappropriate things.

We're here to fix that.

To put everything in order.

So that once and for all, you can devote yourselves to your studies

and nothing else.

As far as the students who don't pay,

they should be advised

that we don't want lazy people here,

nor criminals of any kind.

So we're gonna do a little house cleaning.

As you can see, the priests are gone.

And they should be forgotten.

Which means if rumors about them continue to circulate,

I'll assume you're the source.

Is that clear?

Yes.

Good.

Hang this in back for everyone to see.

The following students...

Hamilton,

Kucevic, Orellana,

Vildosola

and Parraguez,

gather your things and go to the office.

Right now?

Yes, darling. Right now.

- Where are they going? - They're expelled, stupid.

Remember, Lord, your Church spread across the land,

Pope John Paul,

and especially our honorable government the Junta.

Let your light guide them as they rebuild

this torn country.

This place is not sacred anymore.

The Lord

is no longer here.

Teachers, have the students return to their classrooms.

Mama?

Mama?

Come in.

How was school?

Fine. Where's Mama?

She went out. She'll be back later.

And my sister?

She isn't back yet.

Go get changed.

I don't want the laundry to pile up.

I'll make you a snack.

Get out here, you fucking communist!

Fucking military! Bastards!

No, Juana! Stay out of this!

- Stay back! - Shut up!

Can't you see I have a baby?

You like flags, asshole? Go on, eat them!

Hold this bitch!

Leave her alone, you fucking bastards!

Dad!

Shut up!

Everyone to the truck! To the truck!

Turn around, you piece of shit!

Eat it, you fucker!

Shut up, bitch!

Turn around, you scumbag!

Get down, you fuck! Hold it right there!

All the women in the truck!

Turn the fuck around!

Turn around, dammit!

Where do you think you're going?

No! I don't live here. I have nothing to do with it.

- I live across the river. - Don't lie to me.

Get moving! - I don't live here!

Look at me!

Go on, scram.

You're supposed to die!

- Hi, Lucy. - Hi, Gonzalo.

...with a friend. We were eating fries and everything spilled.

On the table. And they snubbed us..

No, don't step on the carpet!

Over there, please.

Through that door.

Hi, sweetie.

You okay?

Are you happy?

I'll be right back.

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Thanks.

In memory of Father Gerardo Whelan,

In memory of Father Gerardo Whelan,

Principal of Saint George's School in Santiago from 1969 to 1973.

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