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40 years from Pinochet's coup d'etat,

the men in charge of the crimes against
humanity during the Chilean dictatorship

are doing centuries of jail time
at the foot of the Andes.

Navarrete.

They are ready
for the interview.

Good morning,
General Contreras.

My colleague will mic you up.

PRISON IN THE ANDES

General Mena, how are you?
How was your monthly outing?

Good.
I was with my grandchildren.

Could you please sign in?

I was looking for you!

I found this on the yard,

but it's not working.

You are the handy one.

Ok.

Go!

For Christ's sake!
Go higher! I'm telling you!

Go!

Navarrete!

Fuck!

Sánchez, on hold!

Go!

I can't find Brigadier Espinoza,
have you seen him?

Not at all.

He must be dead somewhere.

- Which one do I take first?
- The pink one.

Losartan.

That one too.

- Urantia.
- What's that?

This was written

by heavenly creatures.

Have a seat,
I will read some of it for you.

But I have to...

You don't!
Take a seat.

I have to finish these rounds.

Have a seat!

"Our commission
comes from Orvonton,

one of the the seven super-universes
from space,

which surround creation.

They have no boundaries.

The central universe of Havona.

This central universe
holds the paradise island,

which is the geographical center
of the infinity,

and the home

to the eternal God."

What do you think?

Beautiful.

Beautiful?

Are you sure
you haven't seen him?

I already answered that question.

Go check the main room.

If he's not there,
let me know.

Channel three.

Ok.

Excuse me.
Good night.

Have you seen Brigadier Espinoza?

Maybe in the bathroom?

I don't know.

Haven't seen him all afternoon.

There is the Imperial Pelican egg.

The Spinach Jade egg.

The Cockerel egg.

Previously known as
the Cuckoo Clock egg.

The Gatchina Palace egg.

The Empire Nephrite egg.

The Danish Jubilee egg.

Have you seen Brigadier Espinoza?

The Love Trophies egg.

The Peacock egg.

The Alexander III Commemorative egg.

The Alexander III Equestrian egg,

which is different.

Navarrete.

Did you find him?

Can't find him anywhere.

I'll try the main room.

Ok.
I'll try Sherwood.

Brigadier?

Did you see them Navarrete?

The dogs.

Those black dogs,
like...

like Neapolitan Mastiffs.

Alright.

Let's take you home.

Come on.

They brought this for you.

Have a good night.

Night.

Brigadier,

my blood sugar is going to skyrocket
with this shit.

Would you like some, Navarrete?

No, thanks.

Now,
let me tell you,

these desserts
your daughters-in-law make

are magnificent.

Young men!

Good morning.
Here are your things.

Must be the other one.

I get confused sometimes...

There it goes.

Come on.

Sorry, it's just that I have
a few of these,

sometimes I get the

passcodes mixed up.

Would you like some cake?

No, thanks.

Will you ever stop wearing
your grandpa's suits?

Sorry,
this one is skittish.

Four, zero, one...

It's got to be.

There we go!

I lose track,
I have so many...

Alright.
Here we are.

So,

"Very interesting",
for Marcelo.

Here it is.

"Art History".

Miguel,
here it is.

Here is your vitamin.

The vitamin C
you had asked for.

You're very kind.

The razor blades
you asked for.

Pedro.

Hey,

did you find
my aviaries and cages book?

"Aviaries and cages".
Various authors.

I've looked for it everywhere.
It seems to be discontinued.

I tried a bookseller in Madrid,

I'll let you know
as soon as I can.

- Castro.
- Yes.

What is going on
with the lawyers?

Why aren't they coming?

I was just yesterday at the
Justice and Reconciliation office,

they said they are preparing
the collective lawsuit

so you can have
some more benefits.

They wanted to come here,

this week,

but

something came up.

UNEDITED INTERVIEW

This is a hot potato.

Not out of the oven yet.

Here it is.

If someone asks,

I didn't bring it. OK?

General Contreras,

do you believe in heaven?

Of course.

Who do you think
you'll find there?

God.

And Pinochet?

I have no idea.

How about the thousands of people

who were tortured and disappeared
during dictatorship?

Look.

I never killed anyone.

I never tortured anyone.

CONFIDENTIAL
UNEDITED INTERVIEW

Sure, there were punishments.

For the terrorists.

Marxists and leninists,

who wanted to transform our country
into a new Cuba.

We had a civil war,

and I did my duty,
as a General in the Chilean Army.

You and your fellow inmates
have sentences of more than 800 years

for human rights violations.

Look,

this is not a prison.

This is a place that was created
specially for us.

The high rank officers
in the Chilean Army.

No. There are prison guards,
and no soldiers in sight.

No, they are outside.

- They are in here.
- They are outside!

There is a prison guard
right behind you.

No,

he is only here
to hold my cane.

Turn it off, Navarrete.

Navarrete, you are a prison guard.

You wear a uniform.
You are meant to respect it.

How can you let yourself
be treated like a servant?

Why didn't you do anything?

What could I have done?

You could have stopped him.

Well...

The problem here is that

the media will take advantage
of that funny business with the cane.

They latch onto anything.

They'll take away
our benefits.

Benefits.
What benefits?

They wouldn't even let me go
to my daughter's funeral!

I've only seen the niche
in photos.

He broke the pact.

We have to punish him.

Congratulations on the interview.

It was very moving,
let me tell you.

What did you want me to do?

To stay quiet.

And forget all the shit
I had to clean up in this pigsty?

There are two things

that fog a man's mind

and turn him into a brute.

A woman,

and pride.

As you know, great battles have been lost
because of that.

And in your case,

I don't think
it's about a woman, exactly.

Or is it?

Cut the deck.

How did he take it?
Was he angry?

He agreed to do
a few domestic tasks.

Nothing special.

Mowing grass,
doing the dishes.

Stop!

Let me be frank
with you.

I spoke with our
national director,

he told me that there is a lot of
annoyance, mostly in the political world.

I think that
most likely

they are going to come up
with some restrictions.

He told me that
some people

are even talking
about a transfer.

A transfer?

What do you think?

Well,

that subject
is above my pay grade.

There are people
who know more than I do.

Don't you think it's curious?

What?

That the right is supporting
the marxist shit.

What did we kill
all those communists for?

They come back,
and back again.

And back again!

It's like trying to

empty the ocean
with a bucket.

Blow the whistle.

Hey!
Blow the whistle!

Galdames!

Galdames, let go!

Come on,
let him go!

Alright.

Let's go get some water.

Come on.

Leonidas.

King of Sparta.

Son of Anaxandridas.

Leon's grandson.

Today,

you are the
King of the Andes,

a masterful hunter.

You won't be stopped.

Not by bulls,

not by lions.

You're stronger than Zeus.

Leonidas.

Chicago, 59.

Chicago Pan American Games...

José Mela Toro.

Individual silver medal,

and then gold
as a team.

Congratulations, Krasnoff!

My turn.

Cali Pan American Games.

Brigadier please!

Aranda-Parra, bronze,
jumping and training.

- Cali, 71.
- Very good.

Since you're not feeling so well
I just thought...

Don't think so much, Brigadier.

My spine is fucked,
but my head is not.

This is what you have to take care of,
right here.

If this one works,
I don't care the one down there doesn't.

Navarrete,

you can do anything
with your imagination and memories.

Is that so?

Myself, for example.

Every night I fuck
with a different girl.

Were you able to pee
this morning?

Just a few drops.

Gentlemen.

Just say it, Warden.

Right.

I know that you are waiting
for your lawyers to come by today.

But, they called me from the
Justice and Reconciliation office,

saying that
they won't be able to come.

Why not?

I don't know.
They didn't explain.

Where is that order coming from?

Like I said,
they didn't give me details,

they just asked me
to tell you,

in person.

How could they not tell you
anything else?

Why are they talking to you
and not to us?

You no longer have access
to any phones.

There were some complications
after the interview.

For fuck's sake,
this old man.

Well,
gentlemen,

the good thing
is that in here

everything stays the same.

Have a good day.

Excuse me.

If they start
with restrictions,

I will cut
that old fart's tongue myself.

It's Troncoso!

Troncoso is right by the big rock.
Warden, do you copy?

Troncoso is on the ground,
by the aviary.

Are you ok?

Cultivating one's body

is not only connected
to good health,

or to physical beauty.

Physical exercise

strengthens morale,

strengthens the spirit,

strengthens our intellect.

Why would you be prepared
physically to go to war,

if your intellect

doesn't have the right
preparation?

One that is
conscious of race,

of identity,

and mostly conscious
of who the enemy is!

You must remember.

Your body and your intellect
go hand in hand,

and they are both part
of this machine,

a work of God,

which is in service to
our motherland.

There are a few things missing here.

- What?
- I asked for Acqua di Gio.

What?
I thought you knew.

Knew what?

There is an order
to not let everything in.

In the entry room,

they decided what could make it in,
and what couldn't.

Did they keep my perfume?

Castro, why don't you explain to us
what's going on?

What am I supposed to explain?

The lawyers were supposed to come
the other day.

Right?

Well, they didn't.

And today, you are here
with half of our things.

Just say it.

- No, no...
- What? No what?

No what!

This has to do

with the transfer.

I don't know much more.

The truth is that I only know
what you already do.

General,
looks like there is a job here,

for your Patagonian mafia.

I need to know what is going on
with my perfume.

Castro,
take out your phone.

They took it at the entrance.

Do not play dumb with me.

No, no.

Take out your other phone.

No, no, no,
you do it.

Call lawyer Ravera.

Sure.

Ravera, Ravera, Ravera...

There it is, Ravera.

What?
He's not picking up?

- Is he picking up or not?
- He's not.

Did you call
his private number?

- Yes, the private one.
- Call the office then.

The office, sure.
Let's do that.

Ravera OF...

Ravera OF.
There it is.

He is not dialing anything.

I was looking for it.

I'm getting that music...

What music?

I tried.

Here...

What do you want now?

You have to pay me.

You brought a pile of shit.

Sure, but I paid for it.

It was 83.400 pesos.

Here are the...

if you want to take a look.

I have everything,
neat and tidy.

All the receipts.

If you want to take a look,
it was 83.000.

Would you like to check?

No?

I can give you a discount,
and we close the deal.

What do you think?

75.000 pesos.

Look.

You are going to leave now.

You will tell the lawyers that

if they don't show up
in here

I will talk.

They will understand.

Do not come back

if the lawyers don't come first.

Tell me something.

Have you ever seen
an open skull?

Do you know
what color they are?

Helsinki, 1952.

Helsinki,
the Olympics, right?

Óscar Cristi Gallo.

Individual silver first,
and then also in jumping, as a team.

São Paulo, 1963.

Shut up!

I need to focus.

São Paulo...

Excuse me.

Was Mendoza Durán
the one with the dumbface?

No Brigadier,
you're thinking of Simonetti,

the one who was very ugly,

got the bronze.

Right,

ugly and dumbfaced.

Galdames, please,
just bring the chair in!

Bring it in!

Have a seat.

We're good right here.

We need to borrow
your phone,

to call our lawyers
at the NGO.

Brigadier, that is not possible,
the restrictions also include

any contact by phone.

You can not communicate
with the exterior.

Who the fuck do you think
you're dealing with?

I might be old,

but my muscles and bones
are still hard.

- I'm not sure if you understand.
- Is that a threat?

I will not allow you to.

I am the one in charge here!

I get orders from above.

- As long as I still get them...
- Silence!

The future

is in cooperativism.

Cooperate with us, Warden.

And we will do the same thing.

Listen to me.

Great!

There you go!

The only good zippers

are the ones in
American blue-jeans.

They're expensive though.

Sure. Having a good pair
is distinctive.

Not cheap at all.

Right.

I've been thinking,
for the 18th,

we could call that
shaggy young man,

that pianist, the one
who's been here before.

And they make the zipper shorter,
each time.

I prefer to pee
with my pants down,

so you don't catch
your dick with it.

But,

do you think that

they're going to let him in?

That kid?

How are you going to contact him,

if we can't even use the phone?

You.

You're quite handy.

I don't know,

you could do a trick with the phone lines,
something like that.

No, no,
I don't do those things anymore.

I don't think our dumbface
will make any trouble,

he only needs to call the pianist,
that's it.

It's the 18th,
after all.

We've always celebrated
with the staff.

We're talking about music.

The pianist could play

this magnificent work,

"Pictures at an Exhibition",

by Mussorgsky.

Come on, Brigadier,
cut it out with the Russian shit!

We're in Chile.

The land of the fieldfare
and our red copihues.

Tunes and cuecas,

we're celebrating Chile after all!

You better shut up.

Are you going to make me?

Chilean music is so boring.

It's too sad.

Too much poetry,

you can't even dance to it.

Like tango,
for example.

You're right.

There is a poetic weight to it,

but it's deep.

"Returning to seventeen,

after a century of living..."

Is like deciphering signs!

What did they call those guys
that would wipe the kings' butts?

Around Henry VIII,
for example.

Grooms of the Stool.

Grooms of the Stool!

Grooms of the Stool,
Navarrete.

Are you going out,
Navarrete?

Navarrete,

we have been talking.

Since your day off is coming up,
we have decided that

you have to do us a favor again.

What happened to you?

I was in the showers.

The floor was wet,

I slipped,
and I hit a bench.

I think I should get some rest.

So now you're a doctor too.

Doctor Navarrete.

Come in.

Have a seat.

Navarrete, look.

This is not the first time you ask me
to not take your day off.

It's the sixth time.

Don't you get bored in here?

Don't you get tired?

Look.

You will go to the infirmary,
you will ask for some ibuprofen,

and then you will go out for walk.

Distract yourself.

Have some ice cream,
go see a soccer game.

You can even go
to the amusement park.

Don't you have a girlfriend?

You know that I'm from the south.

I don't know that many people
around here.

Do you need money?

- I can give you some.
- No, there's no need.

Listen,

they've complained a lot
about the new restrictions.

They're pissed.

Look, I will tell you one thing,
and I hope that you never forget it.

We're also imprisoned here.

Secondly,

I do not want you
near the generals.

Do not obey them anymore.

Do you understand?

Your duty is to the Prison Guards Force,
you have it on your chest.

Not to them.

Are we clear?

Are you sure Warden?

(on the phone) Good morning.
This is Justice and Reconciliation.

May I help you?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

JUSTICE AND RECONCILIATION

- Are you looking for something?
- No.

No, thanks.

Navarrete!

Well?
How did it go?

- So-so.
- What do you mean?

It's just...

I called a few times,
but

they didn't pick up.

I mean,

they said to wait,
and then I would only get that music.

I went to the office today, but

it was closed,
there was no one there.

I suppose you called
from a pay phone.

Yes, Colonel.

No tracks.

Where were you?

Out.

I called you last night.

You didn't pick up.

I didn't realize.

Where did you stay?

At an aunt's.

What aunt?

My aunt.

That's great.

So now you have family
in Santiago.

What happened to your face?

Fuck, what's with the interrogation?

No...

No!

Leonidas!

No!

Look.

This one has a strange knot.

Look at the parrot.

Yes.

"Look at the birds in the sky.

They

They don't seed.

They don't reap.

They don't pick up in the barns.

However,

our heavenly Father
feeds them."

Jon Secada or Chayanne?

Chayanne.

Jon Secada brother!

Marco Antonio Solís or Pedro Fernández?

Pedro Fernández.

The heart, always.

Come with me.

"For the Independence Day
holiday,

no family members will be allowed
to visit the inmates.

However, they will be able to
participate in celebration activities.

Concerning the entry request
for the pianist Sebastián Prieto,

this will be authorized,

also including his instrument,

a Story Clark

piano,

always under the careful supervision
of the Prison Guards Force.

Notify the inmates in person.

Patricia González Goldman,

Minister of Justice."

Have a good day, gentlemen.

Hello everybody,

I'll need your attention
for just a minute.

I want to tell you
that I am very happy,

truly,

very happy,

to see all of you in here,

sharing,

and most importantly,

celebrating 203 years

of our country's independence.

Long live Chile!
Bravo!

As you all know,

these last few weeks
have been hard.

We have not had
a great time.

We've had to overcome
certain things,

decisions coming from the outside,
external.

So that's why I am
very happy to see

that you can share,
that you can enjoy,

just like we have done it

for the past nine years
we have shared here together.

Bravo!

And finally,

so that I don't take more time,

and the empanadas
don't get cold,

I also want to
make a toast

for

for one of ours,
I'd say one of the most esteemed.

I am talking about

first officer Galdames,

whose transfer to the north
was already accepted.

He will join his wife

and a strong son
who is about to be born.

Cheers!

- Hip hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip!
- Hooray!

"Wine made me lose my hands,
wine made me lose my hands.

They call me hairless, foreheadless,

browless, eyeless,

noseless, mouthless,
teethless, tongueless,

chinless, neckless,
shoulderless, armless,

handless,
Poor me!

Wine made me be like this."

Now we go to the
inferior part of the body,

so we add the legs.

"Wine made me lose my legs,
wine made me lose my legs.

They call me hairless, foreheadless,
browless, eyeless,

noseless, mouthless,
teethless, tongueless,

chinless, neckless,
shoulderless, armless,

handless,
legless,

Poor me!

Wine made me be like this."

Great!

I'll go take a leak.

Careful, they say that
Troncoso is still out there.

So what if that Kurt Cobain
fucker appears!

I am more afraid of the living
than of the dead, brother.

Go clean your finger with your ass,
motherfucker!

My grandfather, who lived in Gorbea,
in the south,

always used to tell me:

"The healthiest thing for a man

is to pee outdoors."

Galdames, do you know

what comes into our body

when we breathe?

Oxygen?

Excuse me.

How's your night going, General?

Fanta is for kids,
motherfucker!

Go off!

(in English)
Another scotch?

Keep going, Warden.

What did you hunt?

Near Linares, going uphill,
you would see a lot of rabbits,

so we would take traps,
or sometimes a shotgun,

we blinded them with a flashlight,
and bam!

Other times we would go uphill, along
by the Maule river, towards Panimávida.

There's a bunch of salmon,
and silverside.

My cousin had a motorbike,

so we would go on it,
and get lost up there for days!

It was beautiful.

You know who called me one night?

My General Pinochet.

He called me
in the middle of the night.

It was raining,
just like it is now.

"Brigadier... Here are my treasures.
Come here..."

"Look... Those are the Letters from
O'Higgins to unidentified addressees..."

"This one is really precious,
it's dedicated by Borges himself"

"Do you know why the Swedes
didn't give him the Nobel?"

"It was me... Borges accepted
a medal I gave him,

and those marxist Swedes
fucked him over..."

"Brigadier, I am already a man
of a certain age..."

"And I want to leave a legacy
for my grandchildren.

That's why I've written
my autobiography..."

"Like every good Cossack,
you are a great reader.

That's why I would like you
to read it..."

"But you must read it tonight,
my memoir will not leave this place!"

"That I swear, for our holy
Lady of Perpetual Help..."

Hours later...

"Brigadier, the rain stopped a while ago,
you better keep reading later..."

"But General,
I still have pages to go through..."

"Don't worry Brigadier...
Come with me, you won't regret it..."

"Fugies et liberi,
people of Chile!"

"Fugies et liberi,
people of Chile!"

"Fugies et liberi!"

What do you want to bet?

You're drunk, man.

Young men.

Good night.

Officer Galdames.

Would you do me the honor

of joining me for a walk?

It's raining, General.

Yes.

That's the way it seems to be, right?

Everything points to the fact that

what you are saying is true.

Could you please join me?

Do you know what enters our lungs

when we breathe in?

I don't know, General.

You already asked me.

Oxygen, I suppose.

Exactly.

And when we breathe out?

When we breathe out?

I don't know.

Carbon dioxide.

Plants do the opposite.

And that perfect equation is

what lets us live.

Those birds were
more valuable than you,

and all of your family!

I didn't do it!
I swear!

I swear!

If I was twenty years younger,
I would have cut your dick,

and I would have put it in your mouth,
like a pacifier.

When the Warden asks you
what happened,

you will say that you were drunk,
and run into some barbed wire.

Motherfucker!

That old son of a bitch!

Gentlemen.

I need your attention
for a minute.

"Through this official release,

we inform you
of the instruction to transfer

the five inmates who are currently
within Cordillera prison.

This decision is based

on the equality of all Chileans
before the law.

The day and time of the transfer

will be communicated

in the next few days,
with coordination between

the Ministry of Justice
and the Prison Guards Force.

Moreover, any contact with the exterior
will be restricted,

and the Prison Guards Force
will be allowed

to take any measure
they see fit

for the inmates' management.

Best regards, Minister of Justice,
Patricia González Goldman."

Manuel Contreras,

the ex-leader of the Intelligence
Agency, spoke from Cordillera prison.

An interview that most likely

will be his last one
from the facility.

Look.

I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't torture anyone.

Sure, there were punishments,
for the terrorists, Marxist Leninists,

who wanted to transform our country
into a new Cuba.

And I

did my duty,

as a General in the Chilean Army.

The Government

has taken the decision

to close the Cordillera
prison facility...

We'll be better off
away from this shit.

... and to transfer the inmates

Taking care of these old farts.

to the Punta Peuco prison precinct.

Images are a political weapon.

That's why we have to
create our own images,

to change the outlook
of the people who are looking.

I think that

our best course of action,

to be sober and elegant,

would be to write a letter
and send it to the newspaper,

explaining our opinion clearly.

I second that.

You better not speak!

Do not get into this!

Will you be able to go out
and see your grandchildren, General?

Of course.
I am authorized by a judge.

This transfer
doesn't have anything to do with that.

What happens
if they shut this place down?

I don't know.

No idea.

I mean between us.

They will probably
move us to some other place.

What else could happen?

What if they send us
to different cities?

To different places each?

They like to turn up
around here.

The dogs.

How are you Brigadier?

In Naples

there is an island called
the Grotta del Cane.

A magnificent spot
for fishing.

The place has

some ancient caves

where a deadly gas
emanates from.

There are days in which
the caves

release this gas,

which is undetectable.

The fishermen

came up with the idea

of bringing a dog
to the island,

so he would roam around,

smelling everything,

until he died.

They would go back
to where they came from.

And then they would come back
to the island, some other time.

All of this
has been happening

for hundreds,

hundreds of years.

How many dogs
must have died?

Do you think he saw us?

I don't know.

Do you think old Espinoza
will fuck with us?

You fucked up!

I want you to know that

if I do this with you

it's only so that both of our names
are mentioned

and we have

a bigger impact in the media.

I know quite well

who is standing here
in front of me.

Anything else?

No.

Well, yes.

I want you to know

that I consider you

the biggest son of a bitch
in all of our country.

A son of a bitch
whose only legacy

has been tarnishing
the uniform of the Chilean Army.

Do you want me to say
what I think about you?

No.

You are the most inconsequential general
in Chilean history.

Should we start?

Alright.

I have been thinking that

this could be like
a short story,

you understand?

"Many years ago

there was a long and narrow country,

that lived with fear,

with hunger,

tired of being humiliated
every day

to obtain
a piece of meat."

Excuse me.

I think it's good, but,

I would swap "a piece of meat"
for "a piece of bread".

"A piece

that should be ours,

our daily bread."

I will catch you now, Brigadier.

Buenos Aires, 1955.

Joaquín Larraín Gana.

Individual bronze medal

in training.

What is this!

Gentlemen, can you explain
what the fuck is going on in here?

We emptied the pool
to change the water!

Not for you
to make this mess!

Warden, calm down.

We need some pictures,
so that people don't think that

we're staying at some hotel.

Whose authorization did you get?

It's just about the images, Warden.
It's not a big deal.

No big deal?
You're making a mess!

Warden,
do I have to remind you every day

who you are dealing with?

Look, I don't want us
to not get along.

I'm fond of you.
You know why?

Because you look like a nephew
I used to have.

He was open-mouthed.

You should think.

The best thing for you and for us,
for everybody,

is that things remain the same.

Or what?

Would you prefer to be in charge
of a real prison?

With real criminals?

With real rats?

Do you think they will give you
a heater during the winter?

That you'll have everything
you have here?

No.

Go on!
Keep going now!

Am I speaking Chinese,
for fuck's sake?

Go on!

Listen to me,
you dumb kids!

My office,
everyone.

Go on!

Brigadier, yes,
it was Larraín Gana.

But it was not for training.

It was for jumping.

OPERATION MAHUIDA

Does anybody know the meaning of
Mahuida in mapudungun?

Do you know what mapudungun is?

The language of the mapuches?

Mapuche, Luna.
No S.

It means "people from the earth",
and it's already pluralized.

Why so serious?

Doesn't matter, doesn't matter.

What is Mahuida then?

Mountain?

- Cordillera.
- Right.

Cordillera.

Well, the most important thing here
is to do the operation at night,

so that we avoid any traffic.

Secondly,

the transfer must happen
in sprinter vans.

In the first van, we carry
the inmates and their basic belongings.

A few hours later,

we carry the rest of their things
in another van.

We should bring a few
chocolate-flavored milk cartons,

in case they feel faint,

since most of them have diabetes,
as you all know.

Warden, in any case,

we will have people protesting.

Well, in that case,

we have the helmets,

and we wear our anti-riot gear.

We will have to
place the fences

at least five meters away from
the main gate.

If this leaks to the press,
they will most likely rent helicopters.

You're right, Luna.

The idea is that it doesn't leak though.

That's why we're here.

But, in case it does leak,

I thought that we could use

our emergency lights.

This way the TV cameras
will be able to record,

but with very little detail,

because of the lack of light.

- Do you follow?
- Yes.

What's up?

Nothing, sir.

It looks like
you want to say something.

No... Well...

It's just...

Well, speak up.

All of it just seems
quite predictable.

What do you propose?

May I?

The date and time of the transfer

will always leak to the press.

So,

What if we

do a first transfer?

For posterity,
damn it!

General.

You're good to go, General.

Enjoy.

Thanks.

How old are you, Muñoz?

24, General.

Enjoy it.

At my age,

memory is like a spark.

How is Galdames?

Well.

They said he's well.

Did you find out
what city he went to?

Just remain calm.

Don't overdo it.
Let me do the talking.

This is like coming to visit
a kindergarten,

but with torturers.

That's it.

The important thing is that
these men remain calm.

You can talk a little,
but reassure them.

That is the most important thing.

General, great to see you!
How is life treating you?

Not as well
as it's treating you.

You won't stay
for the meeting, General?

No.

I prefer to go see
my grandchildren.

Sounds like a no brainer!

Surely

lawyer Ravera,

they are going to ask
about your son,

the one studying in London.

His name is Hernán, right?

And you?

Lawyer Fuenzalida,

do you still play golf
on Sunday afternoons

after meeting
with your secretary?

I don't like your tone General.

I am not afraid of you.

- Sure.
- You can't touch me.

My Patagonian friends
will be very happy

to have a conversation
with you.

Who?

You know what?
Why don't you go play with your grandkids?

Hide and seek, or tag?

We will work this out,

and then send you
a very detailed report.

What do you think?

Have a good day.

Is this fucker
threatening us?

No, it's just the last firecrackers
they are throwing.

These men weigh less
than a popcorn bag.

Don't worry,
nothing is going to happen.

I will

have to ask you for a favor.

Sure.

What the government proposes

is to create a humanitarian law.

It's the only way
that you could come out of here.

What does this mean?

You could basically claim
that you could have an illness,

maybe cancer,

or Alzheimer's,

I don't know,
maybe something with your mind.

Always accredited by the doctors though.

In simple words,

if there is any kind of illness,

you could opt for freedom,

even considering your sentences
for crimes against humanity.

Avoiding the transfer
was impossible.

It was not possible.
We receive orders,

there are people above us,
and all of us know

how this country operates.

There are military men

who are not happy
about you being here.

Of course there are,
but we also received pressure,

pressure from the government
and from the right.

Who are the ones paying you?

You are.

So?

Who do you owe fidelity to?

This is not about fidelity,
General Contreras.

No one is married to each other in here.

What the fuck is it about then?

You disappeared.

You won't even pick up the phone.

General, if I may...

Cut this bullshit, Ravera.

When that law comes through,
if it does,

we will be dead.

I ask myself,

why did you come here?

Why didn't you just call us
on the phone?

You wasted time
picking a shirt,

a tie, those suits,
to come here.

You know what?

People like you make me

feel a certain fondness.

You walk calmly,
in your calm neighborhoods.

You have those houses
with front yards,

a pool, or even a jacuzzi,

maids, dogs,

maids who clean,
wash,

who even clean up your butts.

This country was not like that,
no sir.

And it was not built by you

or by your families.

It was built by us,
the military.

So, tonight,
when you are in your jacuzzis,

tasting your Chivas Regal,

think about who you owe
that minute of tranquility to.

To all the military men.

The young and the old,
taking care of this country's borders.

They are the ones
you owe that to.

Look,

Colonel Moren Brito,
let me explain one thing to you...

...Do not explain shit to me.

The day that we stop
watching over this country,

it will get filled up with blacks,

with drug dealers,

with fags,

with terrorists.

Mark my words.

You will remember them.

You know what?

I am a tough man.

A military man
through and through.

I don't give a fuck
about leaving to the other side.

I will have to settle the score
with the one up there.

I have nightmares,
of course I do.

I deserve them.

But I will tell you one thing.

If I had to do it
all over again,

I would not waste a second
to do so.

All of it.
I mean it.

All of it.

I got blood in my hands,
I know.

I would do it again.

You know why?

For the good of this country.

What's the name of this country,
Fuenzalida?

Chile.

Chile.

Well, I suppose we can make
a last wish

before they move us, right?

I will not go back
to the Cordillera prison.

Or to any other.

It is a decision
I have already made.

I will not allow them
to humiliate me any longer,

or to keep tarnishing
the Chilean Army's uniform.

I hope that
you can understand,

and that you can tell
your siblings.

I have already said goodbye
to your mother.

We will see each other
very soon.

I wrote some letters.

One for each one of you,

and one for
all of my grandchildren.

You can open them
whenever you see fit.

This country will thank you
someday.

CLOSED. MENA'S SPIRIT, PLEASE DO NOT
COME BACK TO HAUNT US.

Go away, Mena.

Go away.

Go!

Navarrete.

Does Luna fuck you?

Or do you fuck him?

Or do you go back and forth?

Bite the dust!

You took everything I had!

Rot in jail, you motherfuckers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Go to hell,
you fucking butchers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

They're driving us
in this wreck?

So they don't notice you.

General.

Just in case
your blood sugar gets low.

Thanks.

When you come back,

you should unplug the kettle,

it's causing a power cut.

José Domingo Cañas,
September 74.

Lumi Videla.

Pole vault,

gold medal,
Italian Embassy.

Paraguay,
May 75.

Jorge Fuentes Alarcón,
the trotskyist.

And then the Pichicho.

That condor flew high,
Brigadier.

Yeah.

And it landed in Villa Grimaldi.

That fucker even had
his own hut.

He earned four medals.

Grill,

wet submarine,

Pau de Arara,

and...

Lethal injection.

- Right.
- What about that float in 76?

Marta Ugarte Román.

Villa Grimaldi.

Marta Ugarte.

Or was it somewhere else?

Cigarette burns,

dog penetration.

No.

Villa Grimaldi, the tower.

Pau de Arara,

dry submarine,

wet submarine,

and crowbar hit on the back.

Right, right.

Not only the condors flew,

Brigadier.

The pumas did too.

Operation Puerto Montt.

A potato sack,

some rope, and then,
into the ocean.

But she made it back,
that bitch.

In Los Molles.

By La Ballena beach.

The only package
that floated back to us.

Alan Bruce

Catalán.

In the name of our government,
we would like to welcome you,

and to take care of you
the way God intended,

here, in the presidential palace.

Jorge, our best chef,
has made some wonders.

You're very kind, very kind.

Thanks.

Water.

Come on!