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THE DEATH OF A BUREAUCRAT

WHEREAS: This film was produced by ICAIC

WHEREAS: Many people were involved in its realization.

WHEREAS, in exercise of the powers I have been invested

RESOLVED

FIRST: To introduce the name of the actors

SALVADOR WOOD, the nephew

SILVIA PLANAS, the widow

MANUEL ESTANILLO, the bureaucrat

GASPAR DE SANTELICES the boss of the nephew

With prominent roles:

Also contributed:

SECONDLY: To introduce those who worked behind the scenes.

[Stamp:] ASK GONZALEZ

THIRDLY: To present the musical pieces used in the film and their authors.

FOURTHLY: To express our thanks to...

FIFTHLY: To dedicate the film to

Luis Buñuel, Stan Laurel, Oliver Hardy, Ingmar Bergman,

Harold Lloyd, Akira Kurosawa, Orson Wells,

Juan Carlos Tabío, Elia Kazan, Buster Keaton,

Jean Vigo, Marilyn Monroe and all who worked in film, since Lumière to this day.

Proofread in Havana on 9 March 1966.

Signed by Tomás G. Alea, director of the film.

Copy to: All theater managers.

Edition www.trigon-film.org

Comrades,

it is sometimes difficult to find words

which could accompany a loved one to their final rest,

but in this case, one word is sufficient.

One word that sums up the dignity, the strength and caliber

exalted by this man, whose disappearance

still premature to his glory, gathers us here.

One word...

proletarian.

That was Francisco J. Pérez.

To his friends... Paco.

A proletarian in the full sense of the word and even more,

an artist emeritus, a famous inventor, a paradigm for patriots.

From early childhood, showed an irresistible inclination

to the art of sculpture.

A piece of clay or iron in his hands were transformed into

a dove of peace, an eagle defeated by the working force,

a monument to creative work.

His tenacity and determination to improve

would soon make him the owner of a marble factory...

But his work as a sculptor

did not make him forget his proletarian duties.

He could always be seen in the front line of combat,

against all oppressive forces...

and he would never abandon those revolutionary ideals.

His patriotic fervor would push him to work, tirelessly, day and night...

making busts with his own hands, surpassing production goals...

and obsessed with the idea that within a year, every Cuban family

had a patriotic corner in their house, he went to work on his masterpiece,

a machine that produced busts quickly, in inconceivable amounts.

Francisco J. Pérez was the Michelangelo of the humble,

thus his companions could only agree that the best tribute

would be to bury him with his work card,

a symbol of his condition as a worker, to serve as an eternal badge

of his creative work, to where his proletarian soul surely will go.

Comrades...

On behalf of his troubled widow and her nephew,

I can only thank you for joining us on this sad day,

when nature seems to join our pain and sorrow.

And so, I conclude.

We are almost done.

Did you bring the card?

From the clinic, right? – No, the one from work.

I don't have one, I am a housewife. – Not yours, ma'am.

From the deceased, may he rest in peace. We must attach it to the file.

My husband's? – Auntie, this card was...

It's...

It's just... – Tell him.

It's that my husband was buried with it.

What?

Yes, we didn't know. Nobody said anything.

My uncle was a an exemplary worker, understand?

Yes, but I have to attach it.

Oh, my God, what a complication! – Wait, aunt. This has to be fixed.

Look, comrade. Let me explain.

My uncle was loved by his comrades, because he invented a machine.

On night of the wake, members of the union suggested

that he be buried with his card.

And they put his work card in the coffin.

Can't you get a duplicate?

A duplicate? I do not know, that's very difficult.

It's the only solution. – Only the person can request it.

Holy Mother of God!

You shouldn't have buried the card with him.

This is very complicated.

Look, he's already buried! We must find a solution.

Yes, but I don't know. It's the first time I've heard

of someone being buried with their card.

These things happen! – But they shouldn't.

But it happened! My uncle was an exemplary a worker, who's to blame?

It's nobody's fault! – Yes, but imagine if all workers

were buried with... – No, not all workers!

My uncle invented a machine!

That's fine, but what can I do?

Well, move. Do something! She needs her pension!

Sure, compadre! Calm down!

How can you not know what to do? That's why you're here.

Calm down, comrade. We will solve this. What is the problem?

The lady came to collect her pension. For that, I need the work card

of her late husband. – My deepest condolences, ma'am.

And...? – He has been buried with it.

Have you ever heard such a thing? – With his card?

Yes.

And you think due a simple formality the lady should go without her pension?

Well... – That's why we're here, right?

We will solve this.

Let's see Medina, he can fix this.

Let's ask Lisandro, who has many years...

Let's go straight to the top...

Let's see Medina.

This way, ma'am.

Of course, no legislation contemplates this type of situation.

Perhaps because the labor license was created recently.

There is also no jurisprudence to back us up.

We are facing a unique case, surprising because it's unusual.

However, it should be of no surprise,

because we must admit that burying a loved one with their belongings,

which form almost a...

Speaking hyperbolically, an extension of who they are...

In this case the card is an unequivocal attribute of a worker.

Of an exemplary worker, doctor. – Yes, also an exemplary one.

As I said, this is deeply rooted in history.

It dates to the Egyptian period, hundreds of years ago.

It was customary to bury the dead with objects used in life,

for his soul to use them.

In this case, the reason is symbolic, devoid of religious connotation.

Still, the fact remains the same and...

And I would say yes, it is practically the same.

So doctor, can we fix it?

Yes, since we can't get a duplicate, because only the deceased could,

it will be necessary to exhume the body.

What did he say?

We need to exhume Uncle Paco.

Well, you've heard the director.

When you have the card, come see me.

Everything is solved.

Auntie, what's the matter?

Tired, maybe.

ENTRANCE ONLY

QUARTERLY GOALS

I AM EMULATING...?

Comrade.

Comrade.

Here it is...

Comrade, who I have see to request an exhumation?

Please fill out this form.

Leave it on the table. I'll be right back.

Do not forget the exhumation. – I won't.

Comrade, my case is different. I do not want to remove the body.

An exhumation is requested to transfer the remains.

The body is well-cared for here.

I need to get permission to open the coffin quickly and remove a document.

But it must have decomposed.

How can it have decomposed when it was buried two days ago?

Two days?

Yes, that's why I say that this application...

I assume you didn't bring a court order.

No, what's that?

No exhumation is allowed before two years of the burial,

unless with a court order, the corpse is embalmed

or with special authorization from the Health Dept. official.

Forbidden exhumations include bubonic plague, cholera and leprosy,

scarlet fever within five years, in the presence of the Chief of Health.

I just need...

Comrade, bring a court order or the authorization,

or come back in two years.

If I am still here, I will gladly help you.

Cut the comedy.

Please, since you're at it, open my uncle's grave over there.

A little respect!

How impertinent!

Look, it's right here! That's my uncle.

He was an exemplary worker, you know?

And he was buried with the work card...

Hey, wait a minute...

One day the old gravedigger told me of his story

His sweet love, by cruel fortune, was taken away by death

So we're not putting the deceased in another grave?

No, just open it, that's all. He stays where it is.

Don't worry. We have done this before.

Well, I don't know. The truth...

Quiet, we must solve this.

Yes, but...

But nothing. Too much red tape. Be quiet.

So you think...

I think so. Tonight we meet.

Get in. Grab the tools.

Wait for me here and stay quiet.

Wait for me there, compadre!

It's here. – Sure?

Yes, that's my uncle.

Uncle, with your permission, I'm sorry but...

Who's there?

I don't want to take the body... just get the card, that's all.

Don't worry, that's done.

I told you!

Hey, do not leave the body here!

Uncle, do your part...

That way.

How many were they? – A pack, at least a dozen!

And what did they say? – What would they say, they're dead!

Well, let's see.

Me? No way! I'm not going there!

Let's close it.

Hello, Auntie. – Ah, it was you?

And that noise? – I don't know.

At last I got it. – What?

The card. See?

Poor Paco, he was so good.

He was so pleased when he received it.

Why have you left me? Where could you be now?

Auntie, it's over. You have to accept it.

But how did you get it? – Well, I...

And Paco? Where is Paco?

Good morning. – Hello.

Just a moment.

Please.

Something is not right here.

Something is what? – Not right.

It says here that this gentleman was buried three days ago.

But he's out there.

If so, he must've been exhumed, but it's not in the book.

It's not there, but the body, the family and the papers are here.

Look, they're coming.

Calm down, you must wait your turn.

Sorry, it says here that this man was buried three days ago.

Well, something is wrong.

Well, without the exhumation record, he can't be buried again!

And you should know that. Take care of the comrade.

Wait, I was here first! – You are not reasonable!

No, I'm a proud undertaker!

Listen, I have 20 years of experience and I buried ministers, senators,

bishops, generals and doctors! You have nothing to teach me.

You aren't burying that gentleman. What do you say?

I'll bury him right now!

What's up? – Hurry up!

Go back to where you came from!

Don't set foot in here again! – Do not yell at me!

I yell as I please! This is my graveyard!

This is what I do with your books!

Flowers for the dead.

Calm down! It'll be all right!

And don't ever come back!

What will the neighbors say?

Delia, what's going on over there?

Let's see.

Happy Birthday to you...

My child!

Excuse me, but it was not our fault.

If you wish to embalm him, call this number.

Ask for Sinuhe.

TUTANKAMEN MUMMIES ARE ETERNAL

My dear, I'm so sorry.

Who was it now?

It's him, Paco...

Paco. Pa...

Paco! – What?

He died again! – I don't understand.

You're crazy! How's that?

I don't know, he seemed to be completely dead.

How strange!

Juanchín, wake up!

Looks like you had a nightmare.

Me?

It won't do! – Why?

That is a silkworm.

So what? "A worm dressed in silk is still a worm."

Let's see...

Doesn't work. The silkworm is productive.

We must find another type of worm.

Where is Juanchín? – Here, Mr. Ramos.

You will finish the sketch or what?

Mr. Ramos, with the latest on Uncle Paco...

We will not meet the targets. It's very important, understand that.

I need... a permission slip...

Mr. Ramos...

More power in the biceps. Didn't you study anatomy?

What's this? – The octopus.

Can you tell me why we have an octopus?

You've requested it to characterize imperialism.

A little small for imperialism, don't you think?

And what is this?

Each tentacle matches a monopolist company.

Very well.

American Steel, United Fruit, Empire State, Life, Time...

Mr. Ramos, you know about my uncle...

Juanchín, I was very fond him, but enough is enough.

Listen, Mr. Ramos...

No, those arms don't work, they need to be more expressive.

Stronger.

Mr. Ramos... – Why are you following me?

I just need your signature authorizing me to go.

Why didn't you say so? A pen, please. Thank you.

Go.

Miss, they've put on the card that my son is atrophied.

He is not atrophied, he's disabled.

Go to table 42.

But will they fix this?

Go to table 42. – Thank you.

THOSE AHEAD WILL NOT ADVANCE IF THOSE BEHIND RUN WELL

Comrade... – One moment.

I came to request an exhumation.

From a body? – Yes, my uncle.

Fill this out... – Miss, please...

The problem is my small feet -- they don't make shoes in my size.

Can't you use kid's shoes?

Yes, I tried to buy a pair, but they told me I wasn't a kid.

Fill this form.

Go to the table number 12.

Miss, look...

Hello. – Speak.

I come to request an exhumation.

When was the deceased buried, may he rest in peace?

The problem is we couldn't bury him,

because we need the exhumation order...

What do you mean?

It seems that the body was unearthed by mistake,

and now the cemetery won't accept him.

Won't accept?

Yes, everything is ready for the burial.

So if you want to bury, why do they want an exhumation order?

I'll tell you. The cemetery doesn't want to take him.

The man there said:

"You won't bury him here without an exhumation order!"

Imagine, my poor aunt is so sad...

We took the body to our house.

She and the neighbors are watching over him...

I was told you could give me an exhumation order.

I see...

You'd better go to table number 20, they'll help you there.

You must sign anyway...

At least you could give us your fingerprints.

What is your problem?

As I have explained to your colleague,

the cemetery won't accept my uncle again,

because I don't have an exhumation order...

They say a corpse cannot be buried twice.

So we took the body home, we have it there,

and don't know what to do.

My poor aunt has put some ice on it.

If I get the exhumation order...

Look, go to 46. The man with the cigar.

He will tell you what to do.

Please, an exhumation order.

Go to the table number 12.

It's not you, comrade. They keep sending me around.

The problem is that you don't have a few,

but 30 requests, which must be processed.

Just look at this table!

I bet this gentleman has no complaints!

Give it to me. Okay, an exhumation order,

like everyone else.

You'll see it takes no time.

Comrade, I think you didn't understand or maybe I wasn't clear...

I did not mean you, this is the first time I see you,

but I've been doing this for 30 days.

It's that you do not realize they are 30 orders!

It's easy to say 30.

But the comrade comes with...

Have you taken your case to the Ministry?

They didn't tell me anything... – Never mind, I'll give the order.

You can make the complaint later.

Let's not waste time, now that you're here.

Thank you very much.

There we are.

Now go to the Department of Paperwork Acceleration.

Where?

Department of Paperwork Acceleration. They have to stamp it.

But isn't that stamp...?

No, this one is mine, they must add another one.

Thank you.

Here to serve, comrade. We are at your disposal.

See? – Yes... And my case?

I've already said that 30 orders don't get solved like that!

Comrade, where's the Department of...

Is this where they stamp things? – Go to the end of the line.

Comrade, one moment please!

But it's just a stamp! – One moment...

It takes a second! It is only a stamp,

Please, comrade...

DEPATRAM FIRST PLACE IN PING PONG

PROHIBITED FOR MINORS

WENT FOR BREAKFAST

CANCELED

Don't jump! Wait! They'll save you!

Come down or I'll arrest you!

Don't despair! Be patient! I'll hear your confession.

Everything will be all right!

Look for him everywhere.

Did they find him? – No, over there...

They say the 5th floor?

Ma'am! That's him! Get him!

I just wanted a stamp.

Yes, all the stamps you want...

What do you see here? – A mausoleum, doctor.

And here? – A little angel.

And here? – Well, that's an owl.

And here, tell me?

A wreath.

When I went there to look... – And here, tell me?

Undertakers holding hands. It's obvious, doctor.

Doctor, I want you to understand.

Come with me.

Doctor, I just wanted a stamp to bury my uncle...

Do not be afraid, quiet...

...if you take responsibility.

Yes, I know him well. He's like family to me.

Sure. I recommend keeping him under observation.

He's been traumatized by his uncle's death.

It has affected him much, he was like his father.

Of course, the Oedipus complex. His sensitive paranoid personality.

That explains the violence. Well, careful with him.

What happened?

Nothing, but I've had to run around a lot.

Mr. Ramos had to intervene.

He is always so attentive.

Well, but everything is solved.

First thing in the morning,

I'll talk to the undertaker, to see if tomorrow...

Paco, my poor Paco.

Auntie, don't get like this.

He'll have to be taken away sooner or later...

Come on. Come, Auntie.

Paco!

You want breakfast? – No, just coffee.

Call my job and say I'm sick.

We got more ice cubes. – Thank you, my dear.

Will you need more?

I think we're all set for today, God willing.

Good...

You don't mind paying in advance this time, right?

No, sir. I have to pay anyhow.

Look, here's the money.

At 11 a.m. they will come. – Thank you.

We will send it right away. – Thank You.

CELEBRATING THE DAY OF THE DECEASED

A little higher, Pepe. – No, a little lower.

Loosen it a bit.

I want people to see it from the entrance.

How about now?

That's it.

Excuse me. Look...

No, with the secretary.

Comrade...

May I help you?

I have the exhumation order for my uncle now.

Let me see...

Doctor, do you say "netropolis" or "negropolis"?

No, necropolis.

You see, compadre? – Okay.

Yes, but a signature is missing. – What?

The signature from the responsible for exhumations.

But no one told me anything about that...

Can't you ignore that detail?

It's only for the book.

I ran a thousand errands and I got the important part,

the exhumation order...

This could happen to anyone.

Comrade, please help.

It's just a detail...

Look, the stamp from Depatram is here, but not the signature.

It won't do. Don't bother me, I'm working.

Raise it a little more...

Return to where they've stamped it, and have the director sign it.

Here, where it says "approved". – Comrade, but you know...

My God, this is killing me!

Very good.

Hey, Juanchín...

They waited, now they're gone. – No! Oh my God!

Hey driver, wait! Hold on!

That's them. Hurry up!

Hey, stop! Go back to the house.

The cemetery did not accept the papers.

We will use these things not only at work,

but also in the streets. – Look, comrade...

No, leave it in my office, I'm very busy.

How about the hat?

It's fine, but lose the tie.

And we also have to fill the building with these posters.

DEATH TO BUREAUCRACY

But first, a surprise.

On the float that will be the climax of the campaign,

there'll be a group of lady comrades in this uniform,

representing the proletariat.

Inside the coffin, the body of bureaucracy.

Comrade Bendoiro will strike a blow to the bureaucratic body,

whenever he tries to get up.

DEATH TO BUREAUCRACY

Comrade, all I need is the signature of the director.

You'll have to come back tomorrow. He just left.

What do you think? – Very good.

Auntie, wait!

What? What happened? Something wrong?

No, nothing happened. I'm just tired.

You went to see the man from the cemetery?

Yes...

Don't you know someone who can talk to him?

Auntie, please...

Well, I know you've tried all your connections,

but a friend is always a friend.

I've already seen that man and all other men

that could be seen.

Mr. Ramos admired Paco very much.

I'm sure if you asked him...

I don't know what's happening, everything is too difficult.

It's all about who you know. Mr. Ramos...

Auntie, I'm tired of pestering Mr. Ramos for everything!

It's enough!

But he's your boss, right? If he wanted...

Whose idea was it to bury Uncle Paco with his work card?

Who would think of that?

Okay, auntie. I'll see Mr. Ramos.

Excuse me.

This way. Come on.

Hey, Ramos. Having fun?

One does what one can.

That's right, kid!

Oh, the picture!

Come on. Listen to me.

Sir, sir -- your cigarette case!

I told you that the gentleman is not home.

Don't bother asking again.

I told you to stay away from my bed!

You have your home... Who's there?

Come here.

No, no...

Oh, how fresh you are!

And what's this thing?

Nothing, nothing.

Oh, give it to me. Don't be bad.

No, no, do not mess with that.

And you never use it?

Well, long ago-- Let go of it.

Boom, boom! I killed him.

Come here. Come on, come on.

Now the little girl gives the toy to her daddy.

Give it here!

No, don't put it away.

Naughty boy! Abuser.

Oh, Mr. Ramos, please!

Mr. Ramos. Oh!

Careful, don't break it.

Mr. Remo... I meant Ramos...

No, no... Oh!

Gotcha!

Let me go. Oh, wait...

No.

Oh, you don't exercise much, do you?

Now you'll see.

No, no... I told you no...

Leave me alone...

Oh, the hand!

You're squeezing me!

You're a brute.

No, no...

You're so bad.

You men are all false, Mr. Ramos.

My apologies.

Excuse me, sir...

How are you, my boy? Any more problems?

Sit.

Turns out... – What do you think about this idea?

I don't know. I think this one will stick.

Just change the text,

serves for any occasion. It is inspired by the goddess Shiva.

Last night I went to bed late... working.

Tany, you could do us a little coffee?

Look, Mr. Ramos, this is not an complicated issue.

You know how things are.

The other day I went to Depatram to have the document stamped...

They stamped it, but forgot to sign. – Yeah, yeah.

I thought, as you have friends... – So, here gimme, gimme here.

It is nothing more than a signature...

One moment, Mr. Ramos!

Didn't you tell me you wanted a signature?

Yes, of course.

We must lift the spirit.

Do you exercise, Juanchín?

As a boy, in Santiago, I was given a pair of skates, but...

as I only had tennis shoes, the skates fell off.

Well, you need to exercise at least 10 minutes.

Excuse me, Juanchín... Juanchín!

Comrade, I brought the full exhumation order.

Look, please.

Yes, I think it's fine.

Send this to Cheo's department. I'll be there shortly.

So can I bring the body? – The what?

The corpse. – Ah, yes. I think so.

Can I use the phone a moment?

DEATH TO BUREAUCRACY

Auntie, it's all settled.

Everything is resolved.

Yeah... How?

Public Health inspectors have arrived and are investigating.

Yes, of course. They're wandering around here.

Well, Aunt, do not worry now that everything is resolved

Come on. – Yeah... bye.

Can I take it right away? – Yes, we go.

I think it's all ready. Follow me.

But wait... where are we going?

What are you doing? – It is not here?

Yes, but first I have to bring the body.

No, we must first open the grave to exhume the body.

No, now we have to bury it! Hey, you must not exhume it!

Oh, my mother! Hey, wait!

Is that it?

What?

Where is it?

Listen, that's what I was saying, I have the body at home.

Ah. – Understand?

How is it in your house?

Yes, at home. Now what you need to do is bury it.

No this is an exhumation order, we have to exhume first.

But he was already exhumed, sir. I exhumed him!

What? – Me... Me...!

That's abuse of power, violation of the grave,

looting, vampirism, necrophilia!

You will not bury him here!

We will bury him! You'll see!

What happened?

He killed the administrator of the cemetery!

Let me go! Let me go!

Boy, this would never have happened in China...