Original subtitles

I grew up in the driest part of the world.

Our village was built in the desert where they found the Salitre.

My father worked for the mining company.

All the men did it.

We, the children, were eagerly waiting for something to happen.

But when it happened, some got scared.

I didn't.

What are you doing?

Nobody?

No, it's a mess.

I'm worried about you.

I'm coming.

No.

Nica?

No, not there.

Please, don't do it.

Let me pay half an hour and I'll pay the rest next week.

No, you can't, sir.

I'll put up with it.

We'll find a solution for you.

Do you remember what I said?

Mm-hmm.

When you know...

How nice.

Thank you.

...your son will come to you.

I know he'll never leave you.

I know.

Even if you suffer for me and leave me, you won't want to see me again.

But that's what you're saying.

I know it won't be like that.

I'm sure my great love for you is real.

Juan Pablo asked me to divorce the Emerald.

I'm her father.

I don't know, Juan Pablo.

I don't know.

Onions?

Yes.

The flowers you gave me,

when you loved me,

were blinded by your inconstancy.

And all my life, all my life,

you are the hope in my soul.

The promise you made,

to love me forever,

I will tell you when I die.

And all my life, all my life,

you are the hope

in my soul.

We're going to watch a movie by John Wayne.

The best judge in history.

It's good.

Yeah, it's good.

Hey, would you like to have a drink?

No.

Let's go to the house.

I'm with a tremendous woman waiting for me in the house.

I love it.

Go to work.

And they start going out together again.

To luxurious food, dance halls.

But she is much younger than him.

Like you and my father.

No, even more.

Carrie Cooper was about fifty years old.

And she wasn't even twenty-five.

Sally?

Are you busy in the bathroom?

Good night, dad.

Good night, my baby.

So they meet again at the opera.

But he doesn't trust her.

Because she is famous for having many lovers.

Why did you marry my dad?

Didn't you like him at all?

In those years, he didn't look as big as me.

I hit him in the face and he didn't look like that.

I don't like scared children either.

Every day was exactly the same.

Except Sundays.

My dad was given the name Medardo from Perillas.

He had a fixation with the names that started with M.

Since he fell in love with his mom, Martina, and his dad, Magno.

Maria Magnolia, I'm waiting for you.

Mariano, the eldest, loved westerns.

Myrto, the middle-aged, preferred comedies.

Football and women.

Myrto!

I'm coming!

Marcelino, the third of my siblings, loved everything in black and white.

Marcelino?

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

I was almost baptized as Marilina.

In honor of Mari Limon.

Who was nobody when she was called Norma Jean, according to my dad.

My mom threatened to break up.

Hurry up, kid! I'm going to be late!

So in the end, they named me Maria Margarita.

Are you going to hit me again?

Why conform with your sister Lucia?

Being able to be a star.

And her name was Maria Magnolia.

12 months.

If it hadn't been for that, my dad would have married her anyway.

Because she was mysterious and loved movies like him.

Although they always made her sad.

Nobody ever knew where she was from.

Some said she was from the other side of the mountain range.

And God opened the sea with his powerful breath.

It's not that my dad was very poor.

He was reciting a scene from the Ten Commandments.

Sundays were my dad's happiest moment.

Like when Moisés opened the Red Sea.

Here, daughter.

I have dust on my face.

Here you go.

It's broken.

It's the only one I have.

A bottle of pololeum and some palomino eggs, please.

Yes, of course.

And some chocolates for me, please.

Yes, sir.

Allow me to invite you, Mrs. Castillo.

No, no.

I insist.

The blue one looks great on you.

One for you and one for me.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Did you buy them, Mr. Hauser?

We're in line four.

Let's go.

Hurry up.

Good afternoon.

Marion Michael Morrison.

Three of them.

How are you going to do a movie with John Wayne?

How? Obviously.

Obviously.

John Wayne, he...

He's the fastest in the world.

I don't know if he's that good.

I knew it from the beginning.

He was a great actor.

He was the one who made fun of everyone.

You don't know what I'm glad to have had

such an avid son.

But would it be possible that

out of every five words you said,

at least two wouldn't be two?

And what does the journalist tell the protagonist

when he's about to tell the truth?

They tell him.

When the legend becomes a fact,

isn't that right?

Then he writes about the legend.

And what does he mean by that?

He means that although sometimes

reality isn't as interesting as

the lie,

as the movie says,

the lie always has a price.

1860,

by the miner José Santos Sosa.

Salitre is one of the main riches

in our country.

Has it always been like that?

Yes.

After the Pacific War,

Bolivia was defeated

and the Atacama Desert became Chile.

Does anyone know why

the salitre is used?

For fertilizers.

Exactly.

Anything else?

Sausage.

Correct.

Anything else?

Powder.

Someone said we're made

of the same material as dreams.

I think we're made

of the same material as movies.

And sometimes

movies have that magical power,

just like the dreams

of predicting the future.

Medardo.

What are you doing?

Medardo.

The wheel, Luis.

There, there, it's fine.

There?

Here's the wheel.

Sign it down there.

And no, Mirta, please.

I'm afraid there are only

indemnifications in case of fatalities.

But my husband worked as a Chinese.

In all these years,

we didn't have a single day off.

From Monday to Saturday,

up to two shifts in a row,

if it was necessary.

And the company recognizes

Medardo's commitment.

But they don't assume anything

because of what happened.

You know what?

You only think in numbers.

On the contrary, ma'am.

My father, after the war,

had to clean minefields

in the occupied countries.

And in your mind,

you imagine the day

when someone shows up

at the door of your house

to give you the bad news.

And as it was to be expected,

that day came.

I'm sorry about your father.

But my husband is here

with us, Mr. Hauser.

Hello.

Hello.

This is also my house, Mr. Hauser.

Well,

not exactly.

It's the company's.

It's yours temporarily.

If you think it's good,

why don't you come

to the office tomorrow morning?

No.

I don't think so.

I want you to make sure

here and now

that my family

will be in this house

and that they will keep

my husband's salary

You have four children

to feed.

Yes, I know.

And believe me,

I want to help you.

But this was just

a courtesy visit.

I didn't come

as an administrator

of the plant.

The Lord of the West

will fight for us.

Look after your powerful hand.

Come on, come on, come on.

Take it.

That's it.

Grab it, son.

Good.

That's it.

Okay, I'll stand up.

We're ready, man.

Your husband will fall in love

with the chair.

No, no, no.

Give me a hand.

On the count of three.

One,

two,

three.

Take it.

Be careful with your hand.

Be careful with your hand.

I found my new dad.

What?

I need a cushion.

See you tomorrow.

Uncle, open the door.

With your powerful blow.

Two, five.

It's clear that for the bosses,

the workers don't have

a category of human beings.

We're just instruments

to increase the wealth

of these bourgeois gringos

and suck their blood.

That's what they are.

This is a class struggle,

my friend.

It's an anti-capitalist struggle.

Anti-imperialist.

Their mouths were filled

with promises.

But what happened

in the end?

Nothing at all.

The result of this conflict

will depend on

national solidarity.

We'll be able to

wake up

the entire Chilean working class

and the political prison

that we have to exercise.

You're a colleague

of my brother Marcelino,

Yes.

But let them know

that if we don't unite

we can paralyze

the entire country.

Don't worry.

My dad always

takes care of these things.

Let's go.

Why are we leaving?

Mauricio's dad

said he was going

to fix everything.

Yes, but first

they want to change the world

and we don't have

that much time.

Are you going to Mr. Hauser's

Maybe.

But later.

My dad says he's German

and that Germans

can't be trusted.

Why?

Because they're always

the bad guys

in the movies.

You can trust him.

Wait for me here.

Yes.

Please, Mauricio.

We don't even have a cigarette.

And Novasco

is not going to give us

any more money.

But didn't you

give him your money?

He paid

the money from before.

In this house

money is on horseback

and we are on horseback.

Is that the only thing

that matters?

A joke.

If you want to see

your dad, shut up.

If you have a mouth

you have less to feed.

What are we going to tell

the kids?

About what?

About the movies.

It's the only thing

that makes them happy.

What's going to happen?

Hello, Charlie.

Long time no see.

What is it, Spatz?

What are you doing here?

I just dropped in

to pay my respects.

You don't owe me

no nothing.

I wouldn't say that.

You were nice enough

to recommend my mortuary

to some of your friends.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Now I got all those

coffins on my hands.

I had nothing to do with it.

Goodbye, Charlie.

No, Spatz.

No.

No, Spatz.

Please, no.

Goodbye, Charlie.

No.

Mirto?

Next Sunday?

Molly!

Molly!

Molly!

Molly!

Let me go!

Molly!

No!

Then the bull

enters the apartment.

The bull is like crazy

destroying everything

that's on the way.

They'll shoot her

and the fucking cat

will grab her.

Shut the fuck up!

Here you go.

All the fumes

are flying like...

Shit.

What do you mean

when it doesn't

stick to the water?

Enough, Mirto.

Why was she angry?

How the fuck

would I know that?

All I know is

that she's completely

crazy.

That's all.

But in any case,

who understands women?

Me?

No.

Marcelino?

Okay.

The train begins to move.

It's a steam train

of a grayish-brown color.

It has some windows

like a guillotine

and an interior

cover of wood.

Shaking doors

that open outwards

and some metal

that people

grab to get

on the train.

The wheels of the train

start to squeak

and it goes...

Marcelino,

the movie is

a little long.

Just finish it.

And the train

disappears

in a cloud

of smoke

and wind.

My grandma

and I made

a fucking movie

for my 21st birthday.

I'm sure

it's not that bad.

I watch it

every day

and I don't put

a face on it.

And nothing happens to me.

What are you watching?

A gangster movie,

a movie clip,

a movie theater.

I'll see you later.

I'm going to the movies.

See you later.

Shh.

Quiet.

Quiet.

I never knew

it could be like this.

Nobody ever

kissed me the way you do.

Nobody?

Not even one?

Out of all the men

you've been kissed by?

How many men

do you think there've been?

I wouldn't know.

Can't you give me

a rough estimate?

Not without an

adding machine.

Do you have

your adding machine with you?

And so much water

in the beach

for just one polo?

Yes.

It makes it color.

And your dad?

How is he?

Fine.

More than usual.

He doesn't know

how hard it is

to move him

from the chair

to the bed

or to take him

to the bathroom.

It must be difficult.

Especially for your mom?

Yes.

Especially.

And yours?

Doesn't it go with the movies?

I don't know.

I've never seen it.

Well,

but

I had a grandmother

who let us

watch movies in the kitchen.

Yes.

Genial

sensual

Fumando espero

al hombre quien yo quiero

tras los cristales

de alegres ventanales

y mientras fumo

mi vida no consumo

porque flotando el humo

me suele adormecer

tendida en la cheslón

fumar

y amar

ver a mi amante

solicito y galante

sentir sus labios

besar con besos sabios

y el devaneo

sentir con más deseo

porque sus ojos veo

sedientos de placer

por eso es tanto

mi día

corre

que quiero

enloquecer

de placer

sintiendo ese calor

del humo embriagador

que acaba por prenderla

a llamar

diente del amor

Yeah

No cosa de mía, chica.

Váyanse.

¿Qué andan haciendo aquí?

Me fui de la mía.

Solo estábamos cachando un poco.

¿Ería el hijo del desindicato, no?

Sí.

¿Es verdad lo que dijo él?

¿Y qué vieron?

Y nada.

En el caso moverná

solamente vimos una mujer

con brillo

y el que cantaba sobrefumar.

Ya se veía preciosa.

Con esas plumas.

Se vestía de merillo.

Con esos tacos altos.

Pero el público

no parecía escuchar cómo cantaba.

A ella no la miraban.

¿Cómo la gente miraba al cine?

Bueno, lo que pasa es que

algunos hombres,

cuando se le sube el trago a la cabeza,

se vuelven locos

mirando una mujer linda bailar.

A mí no me gustaría

que me miraran así.

Pero no todos los escenarios

pueden ser el municipal

o el teatro caupolicán.

En un lugar hay que empezar.

Escúchame bien, Rosita.

No se trata de cómo

la gente te vea en el escenario,

pero como tú te veas a ti mismo.

Si tú te sentís

y actúas como un artista,

eres un artista.

Sin importar si

estás actuando para mí de persona

o para un grupo de curado.

Los artistas son como luciérmaras.

Tienen una luz

que los hace brillar.

Pero esa luz

también es una maldición.

Es que él no la podía pagar.

Está adentro tuyo.

Tiene que salir

y si no lo hacía así,

tu corazón se marchista.

Si uno deja de pagar,

no paga nadie después.

Vijo concha de su madre.

Adivina.

Yo soy espartaco.

¡Yo soy espartaco!

¡Yo soy espartaco!

Cientos de cientos

habrían dado su vida

a cambio de que él no muriera.

¿Qué era?

¿Era un dios?

No era un dios.

Solamente era un dios.

Un esclavo.

Yo lo amaba.

Era un forajido.

Un asesino.

Un enemigo de Roma.

Dime,

¿por qué lo amabas?

Es inútil que te lo diga.

¿No lo entenderías?

Entonces,

Claso va a donde espartaco.

Está encadenado

junto a su amigo Antonino.

Claso manda a sus guardias romanos

a que obliguen a luchar

a espartaco y Antonino.

Uno contra el otro.

A muerte.

Y el que viva

será crucificado.

Antonino está sobrecedo.

Perdóname, Antonino.

Te quiero, espartaco.

Como mi propio padre.

Yo también, Antonino.

Como un hijo que nunca veré.

Barriña se acerca

donde espartaco está crucificado.

Este es tu hijo, espartaco.

Es libre.

Te prometo que siempre te va a recordar.

Y así mi familia me convirtió oficialmente

en la contadora de películas.

Yo soy espartaco.

¿Estás seguro de que no fue contigo al cine?

Yo soy espartaco.

¿Viste que no tarta mudega cuando sueña?

Yo soy espartaco.

Yo soy espartaco.

A ver cómo te queda mi pijama.

Es que el tiempo aquí

nos tiene a todo engañado.

Hace como que no avanza,

pero pasa volando.

Gracias, musma.

Y como un soplo

ya vas a tener la edad

en que yo tuve al Marianito.

Pero me tienes que prometer

que a ti no te va a pasar lo mismo que a mí.

Que vas a tener una vida.

Una vida propia.

La tuya no es la tuya propia.

Es que a veces

uno siente que

no ha llevado a la Rihanna de su vida.

Entonces, ¿me lo prometí?

No.

No me gustó esa promesa.

¿Y eso?

No sé.

Es como llevar una piedra muy grande en el bolsillo.

Entiendo.

Pero esta promesa no es una piedra.

Al contrario, es como...

es como un hoyito.

Para ir botando todo el peso que no quieras cargar.

Ya, mamá.

Una vida propia.

Te lo prometo.

Hola, María Margarita.

Hola.

Que, que.

Mamá.

Mamá.

¿Dónde se fue mi mamá?

No sé.

Papá.

Sí.

Yo voy.

Mira.

Dejó algo de ropa, así que

a lo mejor

se fue a buscar un trabajo para

ahorrar algo de plata y

volvieron tiempo.

¡Cállense!

Surfura de plomo.

Please, survive.

Azurita.

Azurite.

Cobre.

Cobre.

Gracias.

Hola.

¿Qué se le ofrece a la señorita?

Una bobuita.

¿Enseguida?

Cobremelas a mí.

Sí, señor.

Gracias.

Mira.

Vas a escuchar

cosas que se dicen en el campamento,

pero yo no tengo nada que ver.

De hecho,

estoy tan sorprendido como tú.

Una bolsita de pastillas pololeo.

Toma.

A ella le gustaba mucho.

Ok.

Hola.

My name is C.C.

Baxter.

C for Calvin.

C for Clifford.

However, most people call me Bund.

¿Por qué no hablamos de esto

algunos tiempos después de los joyos?

Le puedo llamar,

istiyorum,

tenemos un gran envío.

¿Estás seguro de que es

la mejor forma de veloz ?

Sí.

You think so? Here.

You don't think it's tilted a little too much.

I mean, after all, this is a conservative firm.

I don't want people to think I'm an entertainer.

What's the matter?

Uh...

The mirror, it's broken.

Yes, I know.

I like it that way.

Makes me look the way I feel.

Your phone.

Yes?

Yes.

Just a minute.

If you don't mind, this is sort of personal.

Have a nice Christmas.

Do you want to come in?

Can I go with her?

Yes.

Leave the visa here.

Okay.

Baxter

is one of the 32,000 employees

of a giant press in New York.

He

works many hours extra.

I love you, Miss Kublick.

Three.

Do you hear what I said, Miss Kublick?

I absolutely adore you.

Shut up and deal.

How come you haven't seen

before, Dardo?

Even black and white movies.

This bitch counts them in Technicolor

and Cinema School.

Hey, it's like we're with Lemon Jack

on his bachelor's floor.

Hey, this is more than clear

that this is an artistic show

with all its lyrics.

No, it would be very strange

for friends to pay to enter my house.

I agree with Lucho.

If your daughter has a talent

like a gold mine,

you have to take advantage of that.

Don't talk to me.

You can't pay

for acting like my daughter.

What if it wasn't for this?

What?

What?

What name do you want me to give you?

I don't know.

If you think about it,

in the world of music,

everyone changes their name.

Like Danny Chillan.

Do you know his name?

No, how?

Javier Asturillo Zapata.

Thank you.

Also like Susy Becky.

Do you know her name?

Gladys Lucabecky.

You're good.

All the magazines are out.

What did you decide?

I have to finish the poster.

What about Florcita?

How many times have I told you

not to mention that woman again?

How many times?

That woman is no longer for you.

She's gone.

She left you.

Don't mention her again!

Do you understand?

Don't mention her in front of me!

Shut up!

Come in.

Hello.

Hello.

Come in.

Come in.

Come in.

Hello.

Come in and sit over here.

The Reci-ci-ci-civo.

Hello Rita Valentina.

Hello.

Rita Valentina.

Hello.

Mauricio.

Maria Margarita.

It's pretty.

I'm going to the cinema.

Do you want to come?

Yes, of course.

President Frey

announces the purchase

of 50,000% of Chukicamata's

participation in the

Salitrera nationalization.

I'm not going to argue with you

Mr. Prime Minister.

I don't lose my job.

Maria Margarita.

Look,

my mom is sick.

Wouldn't you come to see her

and tell her about a movie?

Besofrujo. Did you know about it?

Yes, of course.

It's a beautiful movie.

Thank you very much.

See you.

I have no idea what movie

you're talking about, right?

What are you going to tell her?

I don't know.

Something is going to happen.

Something is going to happen.

What?

Nothing.

Something happened to me too.

What happened to you?

Not here.

Later.

I'm going to pay.

Yes?

Do you want to pay?

Yes.

I remember her like the desert

remembers the rain.

I remember her like silence

remembers the music.

I remember her very clearly

even though I never saw her.

Her infinite silhouette

is drawn in my memory

like the horizon is drawn

in the road.

About your mom?

From now on

we're going to call you

the poet.

And if you don't kiss me now

it's never going to happen.

My mom is very happy.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Let's go to the bakery now.

Hello, Mariano.

Hello, vigilante.

Hello.

What poems does he write for you?

How can he tell you

the things he writes for me?

If you want, I'll tell you what he does for me.

How can I find out

that he's going up the hill with my sister?

He's going to know who I am.

He looks like that guy

with those owl eyes he has.

Comedy won't ask for you.

That's for sure.

But pay well.

Hello.

Hello.

Vigilante.

And what's that for?

Things for the...

autograph.

No, but you won't need it.

Here I have everything I need.

Well, then I'm going to

play soccer with El Mirto.

When I'm done, you can look for me on the court.

You don't need me, do you?

See you later.

Come.

Follow me.

We have 20 pesos, right?

Yes, 20.

They say you can make all kinds of movies.

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

I brought you a drink for later.

What movie do you want me to tell you?

The one you want.

Do you like

flying in the air?

Yes, perfect.

But

come closer,

I can't hear you well.

An airplane

is about to start...

Closer.

A little closer.

It's about to start

in the middle of a fair

in the desert.

Dozens of airplanes...

Closer.

Come.

Come.

Closer.

Sit down.

Over there.

Here.

Hi, mate.

Are you sleeping?

Are you sleeping at night?

Over there.

Please.

Over there.

What do we do?

Let's see.

Do you know where they are?

Everybody is

waiting outside.

Let's go.

He

teaches him sign language

and how to read lips.

And people realize

that, as they said,

he has nothing.

But the opposite.

This doesn't hurt in the air, does it?

But one day,

when she is alone in her house,

the fisherman appears

and says

Hi, silly.

Look what I brought you.

He shows him the violin

and starts to play it madly.

A senseless and

frightening cacophony.

Then he

surrounds her with his arms

and kisses her abruptly.

It's the first time someone

kisses you, isn't it?

Don't be scared, silly.

Once, almost a seagull

that had the same scared look

as you.

Then Belinda,

realizing the danger,

tries to escape.

But he,

although weak and weak,

is much stronger than her

and surrounds her

and imprison her

and throws himself on her

with his disgusting head

and his stupid eyes

and starts to tear his clothes.

Damn it, his mother

will find her punishment.

It seems that Mr. Olasco

was hit with a shovel.

And Alberto Paco

interrogating all those who gave him money.

So...

half of the town.

They interrogated themselves.

All Pacos had debts with him.

Even Captain Alvarez

owed him like six months of salary.

That's why they were all stupid

and laughing.

Obviously,

everyone's debts are going to be paid.

I don't know a thing,

but the guy who did it has 103 years of forgiveness

even more.

So...

the Pacos don't worry

about finding the culprit.

Hey, my baby.

What movie are you going to tell today?

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

Oh.

What's going on?

Tension, give me your back.

Give me your back.

Here's one.

Do you want me to tell you a special one, Daddy?

No, no.

It's that...

that you made me remember

a movie, a scene in particular.

Do you want me to tell you?

It's...

about a miner who had a hit on the copper.

One day,

more tired than the crest,

he took a shortcut through the desert

and he found

a house that was alone

where the devil lost Poncho.

And next to the house,

a truck full of taros

went up to

see a dancer,

a young woman,

very pretty

and slimmer than a broom.

She was dancing

a melody

that only sounded in her head.

The young man,

in order not to interrupt her,

hid behind a tree

and she kept dancing.

He was chiseled.

So...

when he finished dancing,

the dancer became

a reverence

to an imaginary audience.

And there,

the young man couldn't stand it

and started to dance.

And she stayed there.

It was slow, but

she

jumped out of the truck,

scared to death,

and pressed the button to go home.

He told her to stop,

that he wanted a little more.

And miraculously,

she stopped

and caught the shot,

which was better than bread.

And he took him to the well.

He didn't know that,

and he told him a funny joke,

but she laughed.

He was an angel

coming from the other side of the mountain range.

The thing is,

the young man never came back

on the same path.

And after a month,

they got married

and had

a girl who loved cinema.

But he could never replace

his imaginary audience.

Pig!

You almost killed me!

When did you unload it?

You know,

in this world,

there are two types of people.

Those who have a loaded revolver

and those who dig.

You dig.

No.

Do you think Mom found out?

I don't think so.

Even though the news from La Pampa is flying.

When did something fly here?

You don't know, do you?

Why did I say that?

Because she might come back.

I've been told

that she died listening to you tell a movie.

Yes.

What was it?

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

I'm sure she died happy.

Do you want something to drink?

No, thank you.

If you came to talk about the house,

I wish I could give you better news.

But I'm afraid

that you and your brothers will have to hand it over.

It's also a provisional.

There's nothing I can do.

But maybe you can.

Mariano is old enough to work.

I understand.

He's the one who tarts and mutes

and the one who likes cowboys.

He's very good with his hands.

And he no longer tarts and mutes.

Well, tell him to come see me.

Thank you.

Is there anything else?

You know where you are, right?

When your father

had the accident,

I started to give him money

every so often to help the family.

But she had to have saved

a part of the money for the trip

that I had planned.

Does she write to you?

Yes, from time to time.

I'm afraid she does know

about your father.

If that's what gave you hope.

Here.

Maybe it will have more effect

if you tell her.

Ideal theater.

Antofagasta.

Antofagasta.

Excuse me,

is Maria Magnolia here?

Yes.

That's her room.

A girl left them for you.

They look expensive.

She's a very nice girl.

Yes.

The theater was exhausted.

It wasn't a big cabaret,

but it was modern and full of lights.

She came out in a Spanish lunar dress,

with a rose on her hair

and a feather bow.

When she came out on stage,

everyone started to applaud

and shout her name.

Then she started to dance and sing.

The flowers you gave me

when you loved me

dried up in the breath

of your inconstancy.

And still,

and still,

you are the hope

of my soul.

It was the hardest,

but maybe it was the best movie

I've ever told.

Because with it I could bury my mother.

Did the audience like it?

Some threw flowers at her.

But did you see her?

Did you talk to her?

Yes, but only for a short while

because there were a lot of people

who wanted to greet her.

But she gave me a lot of kisses

and she sent them to all of you.

And she didn't tell you

if she would ever come here?

She told me it was difficult,

that she had a lot of functions,

that she had a tour

all over Chile

and even Argentina.

But maybe we can see her on TV.

Oh, yes.

Right?

What?

Give me a second, okay?

I prefer yes.

Back!

Everyone back!

Come in.

Maria,

this Sunday we're going to

have the best western of history.

The radio with monkeys,

as the movie maker used to say,

invaded the camp.

The people stopped going to the movies.

Like for me,

that from time to time

a single and sick widow

who didn't have a TV

called me to tell her some old movie.

Fortunately,

we were able to stay at home.

Without telling anyone,

Mr. Hauser helped us.

He made Mariano our new watchman.

Don't worry about the money.

All his life

he dreamed of being a cowboy.

But just when he got hit,

they decided to replace the horse

with a bicycle.

Hey, if no one comes,

can I get my pants back?

No, you gave them to me.

I began to feel alone.

I was deeply missing

the cinema,

its intimacy,

a place where I could dream

my escape.

I needed something to do with my Sundays.

My brother Mirto

became famous with a young widow

who lost her husband in an accident.

The mine gave her compensation

and she bought a huge car

to start a new life in a more flourished place.

Thank you.

He fell into a trance

and didn't hesitate to follow the koiak

4,000 kilometers south of the country.

Mito!

I'll return them.

Not bad for someone who said

he didn't understand women

and ended up chasing them

until the end of the world.

I'm going to miss you.

Me too.

Mirto!

There is a place

very close where

boys and girls

go dancing.

Bonito, another round.

Another round?

Jose,

can you lend me some money?

I lent you enough money.

Don't look at me like that.

Bonito!

Can you lend me some more money?

I'll pay you when I get my salary.

Go home, Mariano.

That's enough for today.

Thank you, Juan.

I didn't owe you 8 months of salary in Nolasco.

Thanks to me, nobody owes you anything.

Thanks to me,

nobody owes you anything in Nolasco.

Useless mangas!

They are all ungrateful

and scumbags of your mother!

Mariano Castillo?

It's me.

Two days later, the Pacos arrived.

Stay there!

Mariano confessed that he killed Nolasco

so that he would stop destroying our family.

But he never said that he had done it

to get revenge

for what that whore son of a bitch had done to me.

My brother Marcelino

started working at La Salitrera.

And that made him open his eyes wide.

How did it go?

Good.

I'm hungry.

What they want is for us to calm down.

To convince ourselves that things can't change.

Are you ready?

Yes.

And that's it.

But people are mobilizing.

The workers in Maria Elena,

in Victoria and in the offices of such and such

are realizing the power we have

and uniting us all.

Someday, the workers of La Salitrera

will be the owners of all this.

Let's wait.

Traditionally, every year after the elections,

the supporters of the candidate

We are winning!

have no better celebration

than to jump into the waters

of the beach fountain.

Here, some got their purpose,

but immediately

the carabineros arrived

and surrounded the whole city.

We will win!

A thousand chains will have to be broken!

We will win!

We will win!

We will win!

We will know how to defeat fascism!

We will know how to defeat fascism!

We will know how to defeat fascism!

We will know how to defeat fascism!

We will know how to defeat fascism!

We will win!

We will win!

We will win!

Mauricio,

why do you live alone?

My wife was a Asian woman

who left Europe,

but I managed to catch up with her

by writing letters

about the wonders of the Atacama landscape

as if it were Far West itself.

She liked to travel,

she couldn't have children,

so we needed

a new adventure.

But when she came

and saw how desolate this was,

she wanted to come back.

Here, women become

salt statues, my son.

Do you think I'm going to become

a salt statue?

You're too young

to think about that.

And I'm too old for you.

You're right.

I had to say something

about what that scoundrel did to your mother.

No, no.

You did the right thing.

You didn't have to see him again.

Besides, they were going to blame you.

I never had to leave you alone with him.

I deserve to be here.

What's that noise?

Something is happening in Santiago.

How did you know?

I just heard the radio.

What happened

with Mauricio, the poet?

He was a scoundrel.

And he still is.

You two were together.

You went everywhere together.

You were like a couple.

But now he's with the dolphin

and with her he's still like a couple.

He won't let him escape.

He's tired of waiting for me.

What about your mother?

Did you see her on TV?

No.

You didn't talk to her

when you went to see her, did you?

I didn't want to.

She knows where we are.

I'll never talk to her again.

What?

The time is up!

All prisoners return to the cell!

What's going on?

We're leaving.

Take care of Marcelino.

The armed forces of Orden

have taken action

in the city of Orden.

Don't let them down.

We don't give up, comrades.

Have faith in us.

We still have time to change things.

Let's not give up the fight.

It's the only way we have to win.

Get in! Hurry!

The Marxist government

is no better than Salvador Allende.

Turn off the lights!

Turn off the lights!

The cameras

will be back

soon.

Marcelino.

On September 11, 1973,

Pinochet took control

of our country.

President Allende passed away.

Thousands more were murdered,

others imprisoned and tortured.

People simply disappeared.

Others took their own lives.

A few days after the coup,

they found in the desert

an decomposed and disfigured corpse

by the Fuintres.

They say it could have been Marcelino's.

But who can say for sure

that it was him?

And that he didn't go to hell,

a better world than this one?

They put on some makeup.

They shut down the cinema.

It was as if the fear

had taken the color of the film

and everything turned black and white.

Maria.

Are you alone?

Yes.

I came to say goodbye.

Why?

Did they throw you out?

No, but it's clear

that the ship is sinking

and I was never the captain.

So I shouldn't be the last to leave.

I'm sad

to see everything go to hell.

Are you talking about

the Salitrera or the country?

The Salitrera.

I don't think I'll last much longer.

As for the new government,

you know me.

By power, I could talk

to the devil himself,

but it doesn't mean I want to.

Where are you going?

To the place where I came from.

I hope you can leave too.

The office was no longer a good business

and it had a slow death.

The gringos left,

many people lost their jobs

and their homes.

Hauser had to do the dirty job

before leaving.

One thing,

I would have surprised Hauser,

but I never told him.

Maria.

Hello.

What were you doing here?

I was looking for you.

I'm leaving.

You too?

It's about your dad.

Are you going to try to find him?

Look,

I don't think there's much

I can do for him right now,

but I do want to write about what's going on.

I want to be a writer.

And for that

I need to get out of here.

I'm going to leave for the capital

and then, I don't know,

who knows?

And the dolphin?

The dolphin doesn't know I'm leaving.

And why did you tell me?

Because I want you to come with me.

I can't.

Why?

Because

I still have

very important things here.

Besides,

you and I

left a long time ago.

We left

like Charles Chaplin

and Paulette Godard

in modern times.

Like Belmondo

and Anna Karina

in Crazy Dog.

Like Henry Fondi and Sylvia Sidney

in Solo Se Viven a Vez.

Write to me.

The town, not me,

had become a salt statue.

The dust was everywhere.

The last days before I left

there was no one else there.

It wasn't much older

than my mom when she got pregnant

for the first time.

So I guess she had broken the promise

I made her, a life of her own.

But she was wrong.

Because it was the first time

I felt like I was

on the edge of my life.

And God opened the sea

with His powerful breath.

Maria Martina!

Be careful, there may be things on the ground.

And where are you sitting?

Come, look.

Here in the third or the fourth?

All together.

Let's go home.

Come on, come on, please.

The tour is over.

Time to go back to the city.

Come on, please.

The tour is over.

Let's go up here.

The last one.