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THE YEAR OF FURY

THROUGHOUT THE 20TH CENTURY,

URUGUAY WAS A REMARKABLE EXAMPLE
OF A DEMOCRATIC COUNTRY,

BUT IN THE 1970s,

IT COULD NOT AVOID MIMICKING
THE REACTIONARY MOVEMENTS

OF ITS NEIGHBORING COUNTRIES.

THE YEAR THAT PRECEDED
THE COUP D'ÉTAT OF JUNE 1973,

THE COUNTRY GRADUALLY
SLIPPED TOWARDS TOTALITARIANISM.

SPRING 1972

The interrogatee is hooded
and completely stripped,

then tied up
by his hands and feet.

An electrical discharge is
applied by means of electrodes,

choosing the most
sensitive parts of the body:

breasts or nipples,
testicles or vagina, anus,

even open wounds.

What happened to you, Rojas?

You shit your pants over
a bunch of long-haired hippies?

Are you sure you have
the courage to live up to

what the country
needs right now, yes or no?

We're in the town of Manga,

where surprisingly
in the last elections

there was
a participation of 107 per cent.

That is, there were
more votes cast than voters.

We're with renowned scientist,

Mr. Arsenio Caneloni,

expert in paranormal phenomena,

who has been studying

the city's paranormal
activity for months.

Tell me, Mr. Caneloni.

What conclusions
has your research shown?

We have detected
a high presence of ectoplasm,

and auric fields
in the polling station,

and geometric crop circles
next to the dumpster,

where the ballots were found.

Do you mean then
that the extra votes

were cast
by extraterrestrial forces?

Without a doubt.

Unidentified Flying Voters?

Exactly!

You know what you want
and how to get it.

You like to do things right.

That's why you only entrust
your skin to Flow.

Because Flow
with beauty cream

makes your skin soft,
silky and naturally moist.

Flow with beauty cream.

Good skin shows how much
a woman cares about herself.

That's why you need Flow.

A father sharing his old
porn magazines with his son

because he doesn't want
him to be seen buying them

in case
the Education Council finds out

and takes away
his family's subsidy.

Should we go after Sanguinetti's
educational project?

I like it.

Those dumb politicians make it
easy for us to laugh at them.

But if you stop to think

about what's happening
in this country,

it makes you want to cry.

Then don't stop to think.

You think the military will dare
to shut us down with a hit show?

They once dared
to shut down Parliament

after 150 years
of almost uninterrupted success.

But don't worry about that now.

If the time comes, we'll take
our business elsewhere.

Excuse me.

You're Leonardo Orione,
aren't you?

I loved your novel.

I read it twice.

I'm sorry, but you're mistaken.

Are you writing another one?

-We're all dying to read it.
-I told you.

You have the wrong person.

Want to come up for a drink?
Emilia would love to see you.

Better not.

I think I'm catching a cold.

Then I'll see you tomorrow.

If you're feeling better.
We can work on the script.

Okay.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Tell Emilia
I'll call her tomorrow.

I will.

ROOMS FOR RENT

Diego, come here.

Congratulations.

It was amazing.

-You watched it?
-Of course.

We laughed out loud.

Every week you guys get sharper.
Or you drink more.

Knowing Leonardo
it wouldn't surprise me.

What can I do?

It's like ping pong.
I have to keep up with him.

Sure. Poor thing.
You don't like vices, right?

He said he'll call you soon.

He said that?

He's a liar.

Seriously.

He was going to come up,

but he feels
a little under the weather.

Diego.

Did you see I had to put up
the rooms for rent sign again?

I have no choice
but to rent Sergio's room.

I can't afford
to keep it vacant any longer.

You still
haven't heard from him?

Could you pick up his things
and keep them in your room?

Undress.

The Minister of National Defense

confirms the arrest
of Tupamaro leaders

Raúl Sendic, José Mujica,

Eleuterio Fernández Huidrobo
and Mauricio Rosencof

is a fatal blow
to the guerrilla rebels.

If you want, I can fix it.

I worked as a clockmaker's
apprentice for a while.

I like fixing them.

You don't say!

In fact, I like fixing clocks
more than writing.

Go on, laugh.

But clockmaking is an art.

It's like being a surgeon.

Except that...

there's no blood involved and
you don't risk anyone's life.

And you have to keep your eyes
on the tiny parts of the clock

the whole time.

But writers can't keep
their eyes on the paper.

We're cursed.

I don't envy you either.

You can't serve drinks

without looking people
in the eye.

I told my mom
to wait a little longer,

but she says she can't.

Your mom does what she has to.

I'm worried, Diego.

I heard at school the military
doesn't discriminate anymore.

They're grabbing anyone with
left-wing ideas, or long hair,

even if they have
nothing to do with the Tupas.

You know Sergio.

He's a survivor.

He always lands on his feet.

ID CARD
SCHOOL OF JOURNALISM

Your umbrella!

Leonardo stood you up again?

How long
will you keep bailing him out?

I don't mind working alone.

Actually, I prefer it.

But he gets
all the credit, doesn't he?

We write jokes, not "The Iliad".

What are you up to?

Looking at you.

"I was in the neighborhood".

Solitude looks good on you.

-Does it?
-You're more handsome.

Really?

Yes, you are.

Your gaze looks different.

You're the pretty one.

Too pretty.

Thank you.

Jenny.

This is Fernando.
He's the new tenant.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-She's my daughter.
-No.

You look like sisters.

I know,
all my friends want to meet her.

Stop.

Are you Spanish too?

No. I was born here.

Okay, time to go.
You'll be late for class.

A kiss.

Hi.

Tell Aurelia
to warm up your dinner.

If she hasn't gone to sleep yet.

That's okay, I'm not hungry.

The barracks
are a madhouse, Ceci.

Every day more arrests,

more interrogations,
more paperwork.

Until eleven at night?

One day after another?

I'm working my way up
in the war against subversives.

Doors that have
always been closed

are starting to open.

I thought
that was what you wanted.

You know very well what I want.

That is only in God's hands.

In Chile, General Bravo Muñoz
has declared curfew.

President Allende
warns that the country

"is living
on the brink of civil war".

You don't know what it's like
to live in a city like San José.

People all think the same,
say the same things,

the same small life aspirations.

Living there
is exactly how I imagine hell.

You'll find Montevideo
small too.

Why?

Pudahuel International Airport
has been temporarily closed,

and all radio stations...

At this rate we'll all end up
thinking the same here too.

Look at him showing off.

If he keeps smiling so widely,
he'll swallow his toothpick,

and we'll have to do CPR on him.

Your idea of paradise, right?

Shut up.

I want to get
to where he is on my own merits.

Go on, laugh.

But I earned everything I have.

Nobody gave me anything.

A group of guerrillas from
the National Liberation Movement

have been killed on the road
from Montevideo to Maldonado

at kilometer 112.

They had just escaped
from Punta Carretas Prison

and had been involved
in the kidnapping

of Ulysses Pereira Reverbel,
Carlos Frick Davies

and the deputy Homero Fariña.

That's a lie!

-What's wrong?
-These bastards are lying!

I knew something was wrong.

It wasn't normal
that we didn't hear from him.

Did you know he was a Tupa?

I knew he was a communist

and he was political,
but a Tupa?

And I don't think he was.

But there's no way he was
involved in those kidnappings,

let alone escaped from prison.

That's the excuse
they use to justify

killing them in cold blood.

It's okay, sweetie.

Open up!
Military police! Open up!

Open up!

Open up!

Do you own this guesthouse?

Wake up all the guests
and bring them out.

Can I ask what's happening?

You don't read the news?

You had a subversive
in your house.

Or is that common practice?

Which one was his room?

The second door on the right.

Search them all, boys!

Let's go!

ID.

ID!

Do you have a search warrant?

We didn't know
he was a Tupamaro.

We thought
he was a photographer.

We couldn't believe it
when we saw him on the news.

People come and go,
show up and leave.

There's no way
to know what they do

when they walk out that door.

He didn't leave anything here?

An address, any contact info?

Nothing.

Move out.

Miss.

Let's go.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm okay.

No more jokes about
the government or the military!

Then who will we laugh at?

Nixon, Fidel Castro or Pele,

but the government
and military are untouchable.

Understood?

Better forget Nixon too.

Here you go, rewrite it.

-Did you hear what I said?
-Yes, we did.

But that's like asking Inspector
Clouseau not to be clumsy.

The head of the channel
called me today.

The military
are threatening him,

and you know very well
that they don't mess around.

So let me make this very clear:

either stop doing skits about
the government and military,

or the show is over.

For you and for everyone.

He's right when he says
they don't mess around.

That night at the guesthouse
it was touch and go.

Poor Emilia.

She escaped
from the fascists in Spain,

and now
they storm her house here.

And Sergio...

I'd rather not even think about
what they must have done to him.

In college he was always
defending lost causes.

But he always had balls.

And a big heart.

He said he organized a protest
when they arrested you.

He did it for everyone,
not just for me.

How long were you in prison?

Eight days.

Why? I mean...

What was
the official accusation?

They didn't like my classes.

Too many foreign books,
they said.

Really?

They thought
foreign books were the reason

Uruguayan youth has gone astray.

Right.

Read only national books,
stay away from foreign ones.

But when it comes to jokes,
it's the other way around.

This country is surreal.

That's it!

We'll do surreal skits.

Absurd.

We'll show how surreal
this country is becoming.

We'll take everything
a little further,

to the limit of the absurd,

without mentioning
anyone in the government.

People
will understand it all the same.

Let's write it right now.
We'll do it for Sergio.

-Poor kids, so young.
-It's horrible.

I pray every day
someone will find them.

They won't find them.

They've stopped searching.

But don't you remember
the sole survivor

of that Peruvian flight?

The one that crashed
two years ago in the Amazon.

Well, miracles happen,

especially at Christmas.

Excuse me.

How are you doing, Rojas?

Captain.

Is your wife happy?

Yes.

-Thanks for pulling strings.
-Enjoy it.

You deserve it.

A little advice, Rojas.

Watch yourself out there.

What?

Variety is the spice of life.

Stay out of trouble.

I don't understand, Captain.

The prostitute
you saw regularly...

Luckily we fixed that for you.

We cannot tolerate behaviors

that may jeopardize
the confidentiality

of the cleansing operations
we're carrying out.

You're discreet,

a patriot.

That's why you were
not part of the "solution".

But don't push your luck.

Keep your life simple, Rojas.

Enjoy it.

Name: José Salmerón.

Arrested on public roads

for starting the windshield
wiper of his car on a sunny day,

and disrespect to the authority.

Disrespect why?

Did you resist arrest?

No, all I did was ask why

I can't turn on the windshield
wiper even if it's not raining.

I'm not hurting anyone.

You didn't notice
that the movement

of the windshield wipers
is lateral from side to side,

like a pendulum?

So?

You don't see anything
wrong with this movement?

No!

You don't see
that it's negative,

subversive, seditious?

Seditious?

It wasn't a statement.

You were demonstrating
on a public road

in a seditious manner!

Brilliant, Diego.

You and the novelist
outdid yourselves this time.

Thank you.

It came out easy.

Leonardo was
particularly lucid last night.

Leonardo?

Yes.

The more you hit him,
the more he hits back.

He is a little weird,

but there's no doubt
he's talented.

But I never got why
he ended up writing jokes for TV

after such a successful novel.

I guess being put in jail when
he was a teacher marked him.

Does he ever talk about jail?

No.

Never.

I imagine he had a bad time
when he was arrested.

But he's not the kind of person

who likes
to show off his suffering.

I'm sorry, dear, but I don't see
why you think he's such a saint.

He's not very politically active
here either.

You write most of the scripts.

All he does is get drunk
and kill time at nightclubs.

He even signs with a pseudonym

to avoid putting his reputed
name behind the cause.

-So?
-So what?

He wants to separate his writing
from his work here, and it's ok.

Diego, you have a call.
It's urgent.

Orione?

Do you know Enrique Batista?

No.

College professor,
Marxist like you.

He was dating
one of his students.

Apparently he chose
to ignore the warnings.

He thought the power
of the university pulpit

would protect him, but no.

He continued
to indoctrinate his students,

until one day he got a call
saying his girlfriend was dead.

An accident,

an unfortunate accident.

Poor girl.

She was a smart girl,
from a good family.

I read your novel.

Really good.

Doctor!

Susana Pereira?

Diego Barroso?

Yes. How is she?

I would say miraculously well.

She had two bullets
lodged in her chest,

one by her armpit
and one by her lung,

so she needed surgery.

She's recovering well,
under the circumstances.

Can I see her?

Yes, she's in the ward.

But don't stay too long.
She has to rest.

She's out of danger,
but for the baby,

the next few hours are crucial.

Baby, what baby?

She's three months pregnant.

I was in love
with a guy in Colonia,

and he got me pregnant.

But he blew me off,

so I came to Montevideo
and had an abortion.

They made such a mess.

They told me I could never
get pregnant again.

So I stayed in Montevideo.
You know the rest of the story.

That's why I never
took any precautions.

It's a miracle.

It's like God
has given me a second chance.

This time
I'm not going to screw it up.

Who shot you?

I don't know,
but I recognized the car.

They were soldiers.

They used to take me
to a house in the suburbs

to see a lieutenant.

A very reserved guy,
I don't even know his name.

I guess he's the one
who gave the order.

Who knows why?

They don't need a reason.

They might do it
on a whim, for fun.

I don't know.

There was something
weird about him,

something dark.

He always asked for me,
he never wanted to change.

Maybe he wanted to kill me
so he wouldn't have to want me.

SUMMER 1973

Leonardo!

Do you think
I don't see what you're doing?

Do you take me for a moron?

Ratings are going up, right?

You can stick
your ratings up my ass,

which is the same place
they have their rifle barrels.

Rewrite the whole thing.

You don't know what it's like

to have a rifle barrel
up your ass, Almada.

You don't know anything.

Listen closely, Leonardo.

If you don't have the script
changed by tomorrow,

I'll fire you both.

Believe me,
I'll be doing you a big favor.

Because even though
you sign with a pseudonym,

they know exactly who you are.

Clashes continue
between police and protesters,

who are staging a public
protest outside the Law School

against
the Boiso Lansa agreement.

The police are using force
to disperse protesters

on the 18 de Julio Avenue
and nearby streets,

such as Tristán Narvaja,
Colonia and Mercedes,

where a large group of police
is responding with tear gas

and numerous arrests

for smashing windows
and burning tires.

Let's remember that through
the Boiso Lanza agreement,

the government
entrusts the armed forces

with the mission
of providing security

throughout the country...

RESIST

We were all surprised
that Raquel married Alfredo,

because of the age difference.

And many of us
thought they wouldn't last.

But the truth is,
he's been very good for her.

Poor man.

Of all people,
he never got into any trouble.

And now they put him in jail.

I don't think she would
have ever married Leonardo.

He's always been a free spirit.

He never believed
in marriage, conventional life.

What?

I think it's funny how you buy
into all of Leonardo's bullshit.

-Bullshit? Why bullshit?
-Bullshit, yes!

His ranting against
marriage and conventional life

is only a façade, a mask.

Like so many others he wears.

Maybe you resent that he fell
for Raquel instead of you?

I conceded defeat
a long time ago.

And no,
I don't resent him at all.

On the contrary,
I'm very fond of him.

But that doesn't mean
I don't see who he really is.

And everything he said
to Raquel to leave her

was total bullshit.

The worst of all his novels.

Even though he did it
with the best intentions.

Tell Emilia to keep me posted
on how Raquel is doing.

If she needs money or...

She's going to need
friends to lean on.

I can't, it wouldn't be right.

Emilia went to see her,

and Susana is helping out
in the shoe store.

Good.

It must have been hard.

I know you left her
to protect her.

Did Emilia tell you that?

What does she know?

I don't know.

But it's a shame Raquel
doesn't know you love her.

She doesn't have
to know anything.

You have a big heart too.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

THE LAUGH MACHINE

-How are you?
-Fine.

Is your family okay?

-Juana, how are you?
-Hi.

-Everything okay?
-Hi, how are you?

Are you going
to Spain this year?

No, with Florence pregnant,
we'll stay close.

I left some papers
at the Jockey Club.

I'm an idiot.

Take the car, I'll take a taxi.

-But we can go later.
-No!

It's important.

Taxi!

-Hi.
-Hi.

Hola.

Are you feeling okay?

Yes.

It's the heat that's killing me.

And you?
Did you sleep at all last night?

Not much.

Do you have these in a 38?

-I'll check.
-I will.

Go and get some rest,
I'll take care of it.

Thanks.

I'll look.

Okay.

I only have a 37.

-Do you want to try it on?
-Okay.

They're too small.

Thank you.

You don't want
to try another pair?

No, I like these.

Come back next week,
we may have more.

Okay, thank you.

Goodbye.

I thought
I'd never see you again.

What do you want?

Are you okay?

You don't know
what happened to me?

I had nothing to do with it.

I swear.

My name is Germán.

Yours?

Susana.

It was Sergio's.

You hid his things in my room

so the military
wouldn't find them.

I knew they would
come to search the house.

You and him...?

Was he really a Tupa?

Yes.

And you?

Well, I'm just a courier.

I don't take an active part
in the operations.

I only carry
messages back and forth.

But please don't say
anything to my mom.

Diego.

There are ways to help

without getting
blood on your hands.

The country
is turning into a prison

with three million inhabitants,

and you can't
look the other way.

I only write jokes.

So you have
a flatulence problem?

Yes, I don't know
what's wrong with me,

but give me something
because I'm losing customers.

So, tell me.

What
have you been eating lately?

Any legumes, vegetables?

Pickles, lots of pickles.

I understand.

Focus.

What's up, Diego?

What happened to the script?

What happened?

Didn't you see?
They changed everything!

Really?

Was it you?

Did you sell out?

Almada was busting my balls,

so I made some tweaks.

I don't even know
what I did, I was so drunk.

What's wrong, it didn't work?

Didn't work?
Are you fucking with me?

What are you doing?
Did you cave in too?

It's not such a big deal.

Cave in.

It's just a shitty show,
we both know it.

It might be a shitty show,
but it's our show!

How could you change it
without telling me?

After all the times I've bailed
you out when you were drunk!

Listen, kid!

I've paid my dues.

And if you have to bail me out
because I'm drunk,

you bail me out!

That's what the intern
does for the lawyer,

and the apprentice
for the clockmaker.

It's always been like that
and it always will be.

Diego.

Stop.

Stop. Stop.

I should have told you.

It was wrong for me not to.

I...

Forgive me.

Come on, darling.

Noemi.

She speaks English,
and I want you to meet her.

Naomi.

Naomi, voilà.

Diego.

Diego!

I thought you liked brunettes.
Come and meet her friend.

Don't leave me alone
playing with the girls.

You're a fucking coward.

You want me to get drunk
with you and fuck some chicks

while we look the other way?

It's not a bad plan.

Better than ending up in a ditch
with a bullet in your head.

If Sergio could hear you...

Look at you!

You don't even write anymore.

Lidia was right.

Do you sign with a pseudonym
because it's a shitty show,

or because
you're fucking scared shitless?

Ever been to Panama?

Beautiful country.
Beautiful beaches.

We had a good time
there with the Americans.

For them,

Uruguay,
Paraguay, Chile, Argentina,

it's all the same thing.

Patients who need
the same prescription

because they all
have the same disease.

And they might be right.

If I were in Chile, I'd be doing
the same thing as here.

My life
wouldn't be much different.

But...

there are things
you can't foresee.

Things...

that aren't
in the manual, you know?

Things you're never ready for
until you actually do them.

You can't tell anyone
you're here with me

or where you are,

or who got you
this apartment, got it?

You'd endanger
my career, your life and mine.

This time they won't miss.

If you don't make any mistakes,

you have nothing to fear.

Nothing will happen to you.

I'm going to take care of you.

I'm not sure it's yours.

What's up, Fernando?

How are you, Diego?

-Hi.
-This is Hernán.

Hi.

And what do you do here?
Supposedly.

Check incoming
and outgoing merchandise.

Look, I'll show you.

VICTIMS OF REPRESSION
RESIST!

Did the shoemaker talk?

He won't, there's no way.

Call Rojas.

Let him squeeze him.

He went home.

But we already tried everything.

The guy
literally shit his pants,

but nobody got a single name.

Maybe what he says is true,

that he was just passing and
stopped to help someone hurt.

What brand
of shoes does he sell?

Italian?

Uruguayan, Argentinian?

Uruguayan.

A small neighborhood store.

Let him go,
he can keep flying our flag.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know, try to find
a job at a newspaper.

Though there aren't
many independent papers left.

And Leonardo
is still doing the show?

-Yeah.
-What a surprise.

The great snake charmer.
Everyone falls under his spell.

And your mom? Does she still
have hopes about Leonardo?

I think she had some
when Raquel married Alfredo.

She thought the circumstances
might bring them together.

They've always had a good vibe.

But for him she was
just a shoulder to cry on.

I imagine the fact that Raquel
was friends with your mother

made things more complicated.

Yeah,
loyalty can get in the way.

-You have keys?
-Yes.

AUTUMN 1973

The government has presented
a bill in Parliament

declaring a "state of danger",

which gives a blank check

to the armed forces
for repression.

Although
the government considers

that subversion
has been militarily defeated,

it maintains there are
other sources of subversion...

Diego.

Opposition parties and unions

have expressed their rejection
of the project...

"Marcha" magazine
has been banned.

What's the excuse this time?

The winning novel
of a literary contest

organized by the newspaper.

They say it's subversive.

That's ridiculous.

So?

What do we do? Denounce it?

Let's face it, boys.

Our days are numbered.

So we'd better make the most
of them and sharpen our pencils.

So I'm a sad
and lonely pharmacist,

and she's a beautiful customer
who wants to weigh herself,

but I don't have a scale,
and I don't want her to leave.

Good day, Miss.
How can I help you?

Good day.
You don't have a scale, right?

I don't see one anywhere.

-How do you want it?
-What do you mean?

In kilos or pounds?

Dial or digital?

Excuse me, Leonardo,
did you write this?

What a jerk.
How dare he ask you that.

To go or to use here?

We'll need
a laugh track for this.

Otherwise it will be tough.

Who does he think he is?

-I could do it stuttering.
-He's just a puppet.

T-to g-go...

or t-to use h-here.

I don't know,
to add something to it.

I told you
he was up to something.

With all the women
at the barracks,

he had plenty to choose from.

Is he so dumb to think
the baby she's expecting is his?

If it comes out black...

-No one saw you, right?
-No.

How big.

You look beautiful.

You didn't tell anyone
you were coming here, right?

No.

What are you doing here?

I know you don't understand,

but I swear he's a good guy.

-Susana, he's in the military.
-So what?

Don't you realize
what they're doing?

What if he tortures people?

Do you know what that guy does?

No, I don't.

Only that nobody has ever
looked after me like this.

And what do you expect from him?

He's probably married.

-Is he married?
-Yes.

Susana, you worked the streets,
you know better than anyone.

Do you want him
to leave his wife?

No! I don't know what I want.

I might go to Colonia
with my family, I don't know.

It's hard
being alone and pregnant.

But you're not alone.

We'll take care of you!

It's not the same.

What else do you know about him?

He specifically
asked me not to tell anyone

he got me
the apartment or where it is.

We'd both be in danger.

You see? He's putting
himself on the line for me.

-Why would he be on the line?
-I don't know.

Maybe his superiors

don't like him
always seeing the same woman.

They're afraid
he might tell me stuff.

Stuff, what stuff? You see?
He's involved in something ugly.

What's his name?

Promise me
you won't tell anyone.

I just want to make inquiries.

-Why?
-To put my mind at ease.

Last time you called me you had
two bullets in your chest.

I swear he's a good guy.
Trust me!

What's his name?

Susana.

-His name.
-Germán.

-Germán?
-Rojas.

Es un teniente.

Doesn't ring a bell.

And we don't have
any informants left in the army,

so I don't know
what I can find out.

Plus, that type of information,

whether
he tortures people or not,

they keep it very quiet.

They use nicknames.

I don't know.

But I'll try anyway.

Okay.

I'm very grateful.

I'm very worried.

How is she?

She looks good.

Prettier than ever.

But she's scared.

CLOSED

And now with Hector gone,

it's your chance
to host the show.

Or has Almada
picked someone else?

No.

Hector and Leonardo
quitting came as a surprise.

Now he has
to rethink everything.

Have you proposed yourself,

or do you just
wear shorter skirts?

The short skirts
are only for you,

but lately
you don't seem to notice.

I have a new job, Lidia.

I have to prove my worth.

What's the point?

-Your paper's days are numbered.
-Exactly.

We're trying to be more intense,
fight to the bitter end.

Why don't you jump before
the ship sinks, and come back?

Almada knows that without
your talent or Leonardo's,

the show is dead.

I could talk to him,
tell him you're sorry.

But I'm not sorry.

Lie to him, who cares?

Think of it as just another job.

Much less risky
than what you're doing now.

Who says your name isn't already

on a list
on some officer's desk?

Come on.

Think about it.

With luck,
we could work together.

You writing,
and me, hosting the show.

Come on.

Two tickets to Panama.

For him and the mistress,
baby included.

Christ almighty, he's gone nuts!

Germán Rojas Salcedo.

Lieutenant.

Studied at the School
of the Americas in Panama.

What's the School
of the Americas?

A center where Americans
train Latin American armies

in methods
of torture and repression.

As they call it,

the counterinsurgency fight.

Being trained to torture doesn't
make him a torturer, right?

I'm afraid he is.

A comrade tortured at the base
in Valparaiso recognized him.

"Tango Man" they called him,

because of the music
he plays when he tortures.

It's a great opportunity, Diego.

For what?

To kill him?

We'd send a message to society

that we're not
completely defeated.

It would raise morale for people
to keep fighting the government.

No.

I don't want to be a part
of something like that.

You don't have to.

Just give us the address.

No.

It's the only way
to save your friend.

He's obsessed with her.

Or do you think Tango Man...?

Or do you think Tango Man
will let her go just like that?

They already tried to kill her.

Why don't you take Waldo
out for a walk?

Just around the block.

Alfredo.

You have to try.

Slowly.

Not here.

Take it.

I'll be waiting for you.

ROUND TRIP
MONTEVIDEO - BUENOS AIRES

Come on, Susana.

Let's go to the guesthouse.

I don't want to.

Why don't you want
to visit Emilia?

Sure I want to see Emilia,
I don't feel like going out.

The girls want to see you.

You're locked up all day.
Let's go for a walk.

I don't want to, stop.

-What's wrong, are you okay?
-Yes.

Did you find out
anything about Germán?

No.

That's it, isn't it?

You did,
but you don't want to tell me.

-No, I don't know anything.
-Tell me.

It's not so easy.

The military are very careful
with this type of information.

-You're lying to me.
-No, I'm not.

-What's wrong?
-I don't know.

But you're not due
for another week.

I know.

What do I do,
take you to the hospital?

-Yes.
-Yeah?

Come on.

I have to leave
a note for Germán.

To the British Hospital.

Germán already
made arrangements.

Okay.

Everything went fine.

It's a girl.

Can I see her?

Come with me.

Wait!

Too many people.

Wait for him to come out.

We'll wait at the front door.

Let's go.

Now.

Excuse me.
Gonzalo Ramirez Street?

You see that street?
It's just two blocks away.

They were following you.

Do you recognize them?

Why didn't you tell me?

It would have
jeopardized the operation.

Captain.

Lieutenant.

Is that apartment yours?

I'm renting it out.

I came to see the tenants,
but they're not here.

Do you have the keys?

I have to go, Captain.

My wife is not well,

she's in the hospital.

By all means, go.

With two tickets to Panama,

you'll let him go
just like that, Captain?

He'll go see her before.

MATERNITY UNIT

I warned you, Lieutenant.

What happened?

It was you.

How could you betray me?

What are you doing?

What are you doing? Stop!

A Tupamaro guerrilla cell
was shot by police this evening

on Abadie Santos
while preparing to attack

a military commander
in broad daylight.

The cell was formed
by Fernando Gutiérrez Amaya

and Hernán Silva Filippini.

Extensive subversive materials
have been confiscated

at a movie theater
in the capital,

which has been closed
indefinitely.

Aurelia, come here!

Look how beautiful she is.

Gorgeous.

Have you heard?

I had to tell Mom.

It's okay.

Come with us.

Diego. How is Susana?

As far as I know, fine.

She had a girl.

That won't end well either.

We're going to Buenos Aires.

I'll take you to the airport.
Let's go now.

And you?
What are you going to do?

I can't leave.

There's nothing
you can do for Susana.

I'm still at the newspaper.

I'm still fighting.

However I can.

Diego.

Jenny.

Let's go.

EMILIA'S GUESTHOUSE

Do men not listen because
women are always complaining,

or do women complain
because men don't listen?

I leave you with the biggest
metaphysical question of all.

Thank you very much
for joining us once again,

and I'll see you next week,
here on Channel 10,

your channel,
on "The Laugh Machine".

I went back
to the hospital the next day.

They said
she and the baby were gone.

They didn't know anything.

I asked everywhere.

I went to the port,

where she used to work.

And nothing.

I even went
to Colonia to see her family.

Nobody knew anything.

Nobody had seen her again.

Then it occurred to me
to go to the lieutenant's house.

I was suspicious.

And I saw the guy...

with his wife walking a baby.

Don't think it's your fault.

Forget it.

The military
would have killed her anyway,

and taken the baby.

Make no mistake.

I'm sure that was
the lieutenant's plan all along.

Listen to me.

There's nothing
you could have done.

Nothing.

I could have.

I could have
taken her out of the city.

No.

It would have made
no difference.

They would have found her
sooner or later.

They find a way
to know everything.

They know
how to find your weak spots,

how to hit where it hurts most.

How to play with your mind,

and they don't need
to beat the hell out of you

to break you inside.

They didn't even touch me.

I guess because of who I was.
They didn't need to.

They put me in a cell right next
to the torture chamber,

wall to wall,

and day after day,

I heard the screams
of the people they tortured.

I'd never heard
anyone scream like that.

On the eighth day,

they came to get me.

They said that my day had come.

They put me in a car
and took me away.

And I thought that was it.

They didn't give a damn
that I was well-known,

they didn't care.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

The bullet they really
wanted to put deep inside me

was the bullet of fear.

Hey, I'd like you to come
to my apartment for a moment.

I want to show you something.

If it's a couple of girls,
I'll probably say yes today.

No, nothing like that.
I'm writing.

Something I started
before they arrested me.

I'd like you
to take a look at it,

and tell me what you think.

Sure.

Maybe we could go
visit Emilia in Buenos Aires.

Are you kidding me?

She was only blocks away
and you never once visited her,

and now you want
to go to Buenos Aires?

Actually, I'd love to see them.

See them? In plural?

THE COUP D'ÉTAT
OF JUNE 27th, 1973,

GAVE WAY
TO A CIVIC-MILITARY DICTATORSHIP

THAT LASTED UNTIL FEBRUARY 1985.

IN 1980,
THE CIVIC-MILITARY DICTATORSHIP

ORGANIZED A REFERENDUM

TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION
OF 1967 AND REPLACE IT WITH ONE

ALLOWING THEM TO PERPETUATE
THEMSELVES IN POWER.

SINCE PUBLIC DEMONSTRATIONS
WERE ILLEGAL,

THE "NO" SUPPORTERS SPOKE
WITH THEIR WINDSHIELD WIPERS.

THE "NO" WON
WITH 57 PER CENT OF THE VOTES.