Jailbreak Pact (2020) - full transcript

In July 1988, under the dictatorship
of General Augusto Pinochet,

the Public Prison of Santiago
houses just over 2,000 inmates.

Among 120 political prisoners

several members of the
Frente Patriótico Manuel Rodríguez

await a sentence to death
for carrying out an armed struggle

against the military regime of Pinochet.

For several months
they have been protesting

through hunger strikes
to be set apart from common criminals

and put together
in one gallery of the prison

in order to launch
a dangerous escape plan.

Inspired by real events.



July 11, 1988

PUBLIC PRISON SANTIAGO, CHILE

Change of scenery assholes!

DAY 1

Damn rebels!

We don't have all fucking day!

Move it!

Colonel!

You should be ashamed of how nice
you are with these fucking terrorists!

Who do you think
you are talking to, Andrade?

We were supposed to
separate them, Jorquera!

Separate them.

Put them in
different jails from north to south.

Just as they were
before the Pope arrived!



Don't you understand that
they'll be easier to control here

- in the center of the prison?
- Colonel!

Stop acting like a newborn puppy.

Motherfuckers!

They’re gonna fucking get it!

Fuckers!

Motherfuckers!

Hurry up!

Let him go!

What's your problem?

Get the fuck up!

Move it!

Move it!

Don't be a tough guy with me, Jiménez.

One word from me
and you're off to the "Hotel"

Guerilla jackoff!

I'll make you my
bitch anytime, motherfucker.

You bunch of faggots!

Good morning troops!

Good morning, Colonel!

From now on

all military prisoners

under the state's antiterrorist law

will be grouped
in blocks seven and eight!

Security formation!

You will now be assigned
to the new blocks as follows!

Acevedo Jorge,

Arias Guillermo,

Acosta Mateo,

Ayala Roberto,

Aliaga Benito,

Barrientos Sebastián,

Barril Matías,

Barroso Fernando,

Bustamante Iván,

Canto Benjamín,

Carmona Arturo,

Stop!

Cáceres Felipe,

Castillo Nicolai,

Díaz Enrique, Domínguez Javier...

Move it! Move it!

Come on! Keep walking!

Quickly! Move it!

Flores Saturnino,

García Nicolás,

Galindo Pablo, Gallego Mateo.

Comrade Vargas.

I've got a bunk set aside for Paredes.

But... we can all fit in. No problem.

That one, that one! Come on!

Hurry! Hurry!

You took number 51.

It was 50. Now we're on an angle.

Easy for you to say,
you got the first floor.

You screwed up
our communication Vargas.

What should we do?

What should we do?

We started at "engineer Vargas" style.

Tell your
pessimism that we'll fix it.

How many years
to become an engineer?

Five, seven years?

This isn't the one we should've taken.

How many are left here?

Three of them.

Three.

JAILBREAK PACT

DAY 3

Hey, Bigote!

Hey, Benito!
Heard your soccer team did well!

Fuck off!

We'll do better next season.

Econo, the packages have arrived.

Just leave them over there.
I'll take them right away.

Come on. Pass it to me.

- Why? Do you think that you're Maradona.
- But this is a team work!

Hey man!

Fuck.

¡Gol!

Benito, fatass, throw us a pass!

Back there is Teatinos...

and the Norgine lab.

There are other
stores open until nighttime.

Too many people. They could see us.

And what's there on the right?

Amunategui to the west.

There aren't many
safe places there either.

We have to hurry and
get some outside support.

Any way we can.

Hey, Jiménez,
we still don't know if...

The party is going to build the tunnel
from the outside and you're rushing.

Eagerness can bring down any operation.

You say that because of the
mistakes you made in Carrizal, Vargas?

Do you think that was my fault?

I don't know.

Do you know what they say about you?

What do they say?

Why did the attack on Pinochet fail?

Jiménez...
Didn't your rocket launcher jam?

Come on guys, please.

I didn't choose the weapons, asshole.

Have you ever thought that
we could've picked the wrong equipment?

I don't know!

I can't work with this guy anymore.

Both of us in charge, it won't work out.

Nobody is forcing you
to be a part of this operation, Vargas.

Well, if nobody is forcing me to,
then I'm out.

Then go. Nobody is waiting
for you outside, anyway.

Hey!

What's going on?

- Do we have a problem there?
- No, officer. No problem.

Both you pricks listen up!

If it was up to me, I wouldn't be here.

And I imagine that
neither would you two.

Enough sweat and blood
has been shed in the past.

We need to focus
on this operation now

because both of you are
needed, given your expertise.

Plus, we don't want to stay here.
Right?

Like this.

On this side
to the north is Balmaceda Avenue..

There are the palm trees...

and a bit further, the Mapocho river.

How do you calculate the distance?

Two steps per five feet.
Almost 70 meters.

I have to calculate again
because we need to cross the street.

How much dirt
are we talking about?

If the terrain is sandy...

and the tunnel is seventy by seventy...

Nine hundred kilos per cubic meter...

50 to 70 tons, more or less.

And all that's going to the crawlspace?

That amount of dirt
won't fit anywhere, León.

The meters don't matter.

We need to know how it is up there.

We need to find the
way to connect the cells.

Let's talk about that later.

Comrade Vargas,

I wanted to apologize.

I fucked up.

I shouldn't have said what I said.

I didn't mean it.

Comrade Rafael,

got a question for you.

How long are you
planning on staying here?

If I had an idea, I'd already told you

or you wouldn't be
talking to me right now.

That's what I was getting at.

See, I'd like to get out of here
I gather that you would, too.

We would all like to leave, comrade.

Can you get some outside support?

Do you have a plan, comrade?

I have a rough idea.
You might be interested.

What are you willing to do?

Whatever it takes, comrade.

When you have a kind of plan,
we'll continue talking about.

DAY 5

Over here.

It's more exposed.

Nobody's going to
think about checking here.

It's less obvious.

It's less noticeable.

We could cut it in
the shape of a block.

But, we'd have to
make a replacement block.

That we would have to put in and out
every time we come in and out of the hole.

Isn't the whole in and out
cube thing too complicated?

We have to do it! And we have
to seal it every time we come out.

What if the crawlspace
plan doesn't work out?

We'll think of something else then!

The fake block's
consistency must be exact.

It needs to resist baton
strikes and sledgehammers.

OK.

It blends in with whatever
we cut in here. Go on.

Hey, comrade.

Want to play a little guitar?

You know I don't play, Sotomayor.

But I can teach you, comrade!
It's really easy.

Look.

Fuck!

You can't even tell, comrade.

We're going to have to match
the color so it doesn't stand out.

Stand in line here, next to the fence!

It's showtime.

Not so rebel now, huh?

Pretty boy!

Which “pretty boy”?

The one with the baton on his chest.

Nothing "pretty" about him.

Óscar Lira.

Hold on, wait.

Where did he come from?

Welcome to this humble abode.

The Chilean Department of Corrections
would like to warmly welcome you.

Staff!

He's Eugenio Lira' son.

I didn't know he had a son.

A great combatant.

Did you say, Lira?

One of our comrades in Tres Álamos.

Agile, combative, reckless.

He didn't deserve
what happened to him.

And what happened to him?

They snitched on him.

Motherfuckers!

The CNI executed him
in the Borgoño barracks.

And the snitch?

The party was never able to find him.

Comrade Sergio Llanos
and I come in representation

of the political prisoner organization

O.P.P of the Public Prison of Santiago.

I can't welcome you, because
this place is not worthy of you.

Comrade Sergio and I will give you
a guided tour of the prison facilities...

to show you around and...

Comrade Velázquez is a doctor,
so he will examine you if needed.

Please, follow me.

Did you see the crew
of rebels that just arrived?

If only these people...

would accept how wrong they are.

If only they could understand
that their ideas have fooled them.

How can one be so wrong?

Perhaps a matter of family education?

Why do these people,
that have nothing to do...

with the trash of these jails.

End up behaving
just like the rest of them?

In the end,
you can't even tell them apart.

That's quite a reflexion there,
prosecutor.

- Are you writing a book?
- Don't be a smartass, Colonel.

And what is this woman doing here?

They say she has an appointment
with Warden Jorquera.

Look officer, you know
very well that I am Fabiola Pizarro

CODEPU attorney

and he is father Gerard Fôvet
of the Vicariate of Solidarity.

Unfortunately, there are
no chapels in this prison, father.

We're here to learn about
the health conditions of the detainees.

Specially the most recent ones.

Because there are reports that state
that they were systematically tortured

and there are legal provisions...

Who told you
that we were treating them better?

Prosecutor Andrade.

You need to immediately authorize
a signature, so that I can enter...

Not this woman again.

This is not the time for jokes.

I have an application
for protection in favor of Óscar Lira

and there are many ongoing lawsuits.

All those documents are going to be
filed away gathering dust somewhere.

Mister, "Ad Hoc".

Be careful. You never know
when a shelf might fall on your head.

Any day

I can take
these pretty criminals of yours

to have a nice little chat with Charlie.

The CNI does not have
any legal right to interfere

with the inmates under
custody of the Corrections Department.

Specially with their ongoing legal cases.

This lady also thinks

that I can't do,
what she thinks I can't do.

Wait, wait, wait.

Come in.

Good afternoon, comrades.

The O.P.P has assigned me to this cell.

Lira?

Yes. Óscar.

Nice to meet you, comrade.
I'm Luis Fernández.

Nice to meet you.

Welcome.

Welcome, comrade. Nicolai Castillo.

We're also with the Front.
It'll be a bit tight in here...

but we'll be OK.

I see you have cigarette burns.

Any other injuries?

Let's go see the comrade doctor.

DAY 11

Open the door, officer!

At your order, officer!

The interior ministry will prosecute
you invoking the homeland security law.

You may also be tried for
mistreatment to military personnel.

If you end up connected
to the two dead guards

you could be facing the death penalty.

No.

I have nothing to do with that.

Nothing!

But, how real is...

this death threat?

It’s quite real.

Especially now that Pinochet
gave carte blanche to prosecutor Andrade

and he takes this very personally.

And do you think you
could get me off those charges?

Or am I a condemned man?

Here's the legal sponsorship and proxy.
I need a signature.

Are you OK?

We have to cover this shit up!

A nude photo, I don't know!
We need to hide it!

We could cover it up with plaster.

We need eggs!

This isn't the time
for your fucking jokes, Vargas!

I'm serious. Chicken eggs!

Like the "Cal y Canto" bridge.

We can bond the bricks with lime and eggs.

- Does that actually work?
- Yes!

You never used eggs, architect?

Eggs are for eating for fucks sake!

It's like making an omelette!

Trust me on this!

Let's go look for some eggs then!

Clean the debris, Vargas.

Pituco, get me some newspapers and water.

Coming.

How are you doing, comrade Cancino?

How are you doing, comrade Jiménez?

Sorry to bother you.
Do you by any chance have eggs?

Hey, guys.

- Would you give me a hand?
- Of course, comrade!

Hello, comrade.

Hey there, singer.

May I come in?

I'm about to close up, comrade Jiménez.

I know that. I got caught up with work...

and I couldn't make it earlier. I'm sorry.

- What do you need?
- Could I borrow something to "read"?

I need eggs.

How many?

A lot.

To jerk off?

How many omelettes?

A whole tray just for yourself?

Whenever I get a
conjugal visit, I just can't...

And what are you celebrating?

Some new prisoners arrived
and there's hardly any space left...

and they need to be fed.

Am I invited?

OK Lalo, pick one but I want it back.

Could you spare just a little
bit more? For the rest of the week?

I have six. Good enough?

Yeah, OK.

Thank you, comrade.

All right, take some.

Thank you, comrade.

But comrade, too much clothes on them.

Why don't you take her instead?
Or Mariteta?

And what's in the omelette?

Whatever we can get, I guess.

Hey, Sánchez.

I want some of that omelette.

I'll keep watch.

Pituco, bring to us the rubbles.

OK comrades, how about a little song?

There's more than enough of us.

Come on, shakedown!
Leave no cell unturned!

When your mind starts to wander off

I'd like to take you for a walk
On a long tour

That's pretty.

Lalo is playing "Sol y Lluvia"!

These fucking drunks
think they're sopranos.

By Pudahuel

When nothing happens
And everything does

Don't forget about these cells!

Clean yourself up!

What are you doing here, Velázquez?

- Workshop meeting, Sergeant.
- And the others?

Come on, move it!

Whose left inside?

A terrorist, sir.

Really?

So you're a funny guy.

Get out!

Mr. Vargas...

Do you want me to wait all day?
Come out I said!

Assholes.

Bravo! Are you done up there?

This bitch has too many clothes on.

Let's go!

Let us through.

Keep checking all the cells!

Come on, come on! Over there!

DAY 34

FREEDOM FOR ALL COMBATANTS

Silence! Weren't you in a hurry?

Come on, lady! Come on! Quickly!

Packages through the right door!

Come on! Quickly!

- How are you, Emilio?
- I'm fine. And you, father?

Lock it up.

Keep a line
and listen to what you are being told.

Come on, lets begging.

What's in the box?

Medical equipment.

Your name, sir?

Gastón Velázquez.

The burlap sales
have been doing well.

Here are the details so
that you can tell the comrades.

Make sure to keep a record.

Thank you, father.

I found a magazine
that León asked for.

"Engineering magazine".

You know that comrade León
is a solitary animal.

He rarely leaves his cave
when there are visits.

Don't take this the wrong way father.

But I'd rather be in this wheelchair...

than knowing...

what it feels like to
have my entire family murdered.

You can't compare the pain.

Grief...

is dealt with.

Not forgotten.

We don't really
believe that stuff around here...

and I don't really know
what León believes.

Name?

Paulina Baeza.

Paulina Baeza. How many packages?

One.

- Who are you visiting?
- Rafael Jiménez.

Who are you visiting?

Turn around.

The purse stays here!

Turn around.

Keep moving! Keep moving!

Do you still trust on that paper?

Hello.

How are they treating you?

Lovely.

And mom?

Fernanda?

They weren't able to come, unfortunately.

Your mom's tied up with house chores
and Fernanda busy with a job

I got her in a school
with a friend of mine.

Hello.

Hello.

How are you?

Fine...

Thank you.

And the kids?

I made this for them in the workshop.

We need to talk.

Shouldn't the kids be present?

No, because we'll get in an argument
so I left them home for now.

I left the package you requested
in the office.

I don't know if they'll let it through.

I don't know what's the big deal
with bringing in first aid kits.

There are knives in there, blades...

- you can easily get stabbed.
- Has it happened to you?

No, dad. I'm a political prisoner,

I'm separated from the rest of the inmates
and we look after each other.

I thought they kept you all together,
no distinctions.

What's your point?

Nothing.

I'm taking the kids to Curicó.

That's OK.

On vacations?

No.

For living.

- For living?
- Yes.

- Are you fucking kidding me, Paulina?
- No! I'm not fucking kidding you.

I have a lot of work with the party
and the referendum is getting closer.

You're sending the kids to Curicó
just because of that fucking referendum?

Please, quiet!

I don't see the kids at all.

I have too much work to do.

I can't take care of the
house chores any longer.

Children aren't chores Paulina!

Funny you should judge me
when it's about things I want to do.

But you forget about the time

when politics were more
important than our family. Right?

Or did you forget?

I never thought I would be giving you
a stethoscope in a place like this.

Neither did I.

Thanks for remembering.

Remember when
I gave you your first one?

The same day you got accepted into
the Catholic University Medical School.

I knew you would get in.

Here?

Then you made up
that scholarship in Cuba

and left the Catholic University.

The CU didn't have what I was looking for.

And Cuba did?

I'm locked up in here.

I wait all week to see the kids

- and you leave them at home.
- I'm going to bring them.

The referendum is
nothing but business.

And since you're so keen on memories.

May I remind you it was you who left me.

You can understand that

I didn't want the decisions
you made to land you in jail!

Have you ever thought that
my decisions are a consequence.

And that your beloved
general is the cause?

And you had to be
jailed because of it?

But you can't hide
the fact that you're ashamed of me.

I didn't come here to argue, Patricio.

It was never my
intention to dishonor you, dad!

Say hi to mom and Fernanda for me.

Chile, happiness is coming.

DAY 56

Chile, happiness is coming.

Silence comrades,
it's about to start.

Chile, happiness is coming.

Good afternoon.

For the first time in15 years,

those who disagree
can finally have the chance

to address you through..

It's just a load of bullshit.

To move towards happiness...

They must think we're stupid.

Because after the rain, rainbows appear

Well you heard them comrades
happiness is on its way.

Without dictatorship

Happiness will arrive

Because I believe in the future

I will say NO!

Let's say "NO"!

With the force of my voice

Let's say "NO"!

I sing it without fear

Let's say "NO"!

For life and peace

Get up, Bustamante!

Inmate review!

Jesus Christ, again!

Get up, motherfucker!

Move your ass!

What the fuck do you want?

Don't take him!

- Move it! Move it!
- Hurry the fuck up!

They took Bigote!
Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up!

Bigote!

It still needs some weight.

It has to dry off.

How do you feel, comrade?

They grab me by the neck
and hit several time on my face.

And what they wanted?

Remembering me that
"happiness" is not going to come?

That hurts.

Your body doesn't hurt, then?

No, it doesn't.

I have some aspirins, I can share some.

Thank you, comrade.

Thank you, doctor.

Better?

Yes.

- Fuck! Officer Braulio is coming!
- What? Now?

He's coming over here!

Stall him! Stall!

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

- Everything OK, officer?
- Good afternoon.

Is prisoner Velásquez here?

He's at another workshop.

OK.

He needed some medicine. Can one of you
tell him to go to my office?

We'll let him know
officer, no problem.

OK.

I'm off.

Keep doing your work.

Another long night

Of walking

Another end of the month

With nothing new

My friends were left behind

Just like you

This year is over

The 12 games were over

Come join the dance

Of the leftovers

Nobody will miss us

Nobody wanted to help us at all

They told us when we were young

Make a game out of studying

All men are brothers

And must work together

You heard all the advice

All eyes on the teacher

There was a lot of sun

Over their heads

And it wasn’t true

Because those games

Ended with laurels and dreams
Of the future for some

- And left my friends kicking stones
- Come join the dance

Of the leftovers

Nobody will miss us

Nobody wanted to help us at all

Hey I’ve heard some tales

DAY 59

About the future

Hey, the moment when I learned them

DAY 67

Was safer

Underneath our shoes

Mud and cement

There is no future

Promised in the twelve games

Others were taught secrets
That they didn’t tell you

Others got that thing called education

They demanded effort and dedication

What for?

To end up dancing

- And kicking stones
- Come join the dance

Of the leftovers

DAY 77

How much?

One ninety.

We're still lacking manpower.

Move it rebels!

Shut the fuck up and move it outside! Now!

Move it! Move it!

Again with these pricks?

When will they cut it out?

Out of your shithole, asshole!

I'm going to look through
all of your shit!

Outside!

What's wrong with this rebel?

You think you're a hero?

You pricks are nothing but trash.

You've been so brainwashed.

You can't even notice the butchery
that you're so proudly a part of.

- Butchery, you say?
- Yes! Butchery!

Let me go!

Your party will soon be over!

Be grateful for the week
you'll stay at the hotel.

Get in there.

Get him in there!

Prisoner Sánchez!

Officer?

What's in there?

What do you think?

Four molotov cocktails
and five grenades.

Open it.

What for? I already told you.

- I'm going upstairs.
- Open it.

What did I tell you?

Nothing but rebel shit.

You'd like that. Right?

Follow me Sánchez!

- Come on, officer...
- Follow me!

And the bag?

What was I going to bring it here for?

And how are you
going to take these...?

I need some new ones.

You could've told me
that in the stairway.

Private business.

- Where is Germán?
- Mad Dog took him.

It was a close call.

On your feet rebel Lira!

Hopefully, the week in the hotel
helped you understand

where you are
and what behavior is expected of you.

I have not told you, Jorquera.

Not so much of a loud mouth now.

Son-of-a-bitch.

How strange...

the apple does fall far from the tree.

For a second I thought you
were as educated as your father.

You don't know anything about
my father, Andrade. Shut up.

I do...

I know he's at the bottom of the sea.

Get him, get him!

Fuck!

Calm down, Lira! Calm down.

Unless you want to spend
another week in the hotel!

Or I could take you for a walk.

Who knows?
You could meet up with your old man.

DAY 83

Hello, son.

Don't waste your time coming here, father.
I don't believe in your saints.

God's mercy
has a lot to do with fellowship.

And also with the union
of different ideologies.

I believe that you
and I are on the same path.

Oh, really?

And where did you get that?

- From a Vatican manual?
- No.

The Frente's declaration of principles.

Farewell, comrade León.

Lice!

What are you doing here?

What's wrong?

I don't think it's a good idea...

A child...

With you in here.

How is it not a good idea?

I don't think you understand
how things are out there.

I do.

That's why we have
to create our own world.

But not separate worlds.

Specially with you in here,
not knowing when you're getting out...

Mom is really upset.

Really upset.

I promised her I'd take
care of everything over here.

So you came to take care
of the "trigger happy" son.

I haven't said that.

You're such a liar, man.

Why didn't you join our cause then?

Why did you abandon me and dad?

You never liked this stuff.

Fuck way to start the conversation!

The fact that you and dad
decided to join the "Frente"

doesn't mean that we should too.

That's the path that you chose!

What path, man?

You've never believed
or respected what I believe in...

what dad believed in...

Or this cause.

Don't you worry about me,
because I don't care.

My beliefs brought me here
and your beliefs kept you out there.

OK, Pituco.

Keep it tight!

Like that?

Just three meters
and ninety-seven centimeters, Pituco.

I don't know
if this plan is feasible, Lalo.

The Interior Ministry's national tally.

51,30 % for option "Yes".

46,51% for option "No".

It's a setup, comrades!

Fuck off you fucking fascist!

Tell me you didn't know
this was going to happen.

It goes without saying.

We're going to
fucking rot in this place.

Pinochet is never leaving.

Pituco, pass me the jug!

Coming.

"Cooperativa" radio station is
on the line!

Thank you, Ana Laura Cataldo.

It is one o'clock in the AM.

The following information
comes from "La Moneda" palace.

General Fernando Matthei...

has acknowledged the victory of "NO".

General Matthei has
made a statement this...

The chief executive of the police...

Rafael! Patricio!

They chose "NO"!

- Rafa!
- Yeah?

- Did you hear?
- What?

They chose "NO"!

What?

They chose "NO"! Come out!

We're going to have to hurry up...

We have to escape
before Pinochet leaves.

DAY 86

- Where do you hide the dirt?
- In the crawlspace.

In the crawlspace.

Is it too complicated?

You have to bend over a little bit.

Yeah sure.

"Bend over a little bit".

We have chosen you

from over more than
one hundred political prisoners...

Because we know well

what each one of you
can provide for this operation.

But especially, because
we completely trust all of you.

But you have to understand
that there’s no turning back.

Success isn’t guaranteed either.

We’ll make four daily two hour shifts

where all of us will dig
through the tunnel

and hide the debris in the crawlspace.

We must be capable
of digging and moving

a hundred kilos of dirt per day.

Make sure to clean off
any dirt that could give you away.

The parts of your body
that aren’t visible to you

are visible to others.

Now, that we’re a bigger group

we have to connect the cells internally

to lower the risk of getting caught.

The success of this plan relies solely on
us never losing focus.

You know well where
we failed on past operations.

Or we wouldn’t be locked up in here.

We are trained to know where,
how and what to look at.

And at the same time...

Being mindful of those
who watch us every day.

You better memorize the beats
and rotations of each one of these cops.

You know how it goes.
When we get too confident

is when we make the most mistakes.

Let’s not break
the maximum security protocol.

Division is key to our success.

If you want to recruit more people

propose a list of names
and we’ll see where it goes.

I’d like us to continue
our conversation.

I have people waiting for me
on the outside too, comrade.

But I don’t think you’re
going to be able to play

with your kids in the park
after breaking out of here.

And who says
I am going to stay in Chile?

What do you think of Bigote?

He’s in charge of the workshops,
he could be of great help.

Then?

I don’t know.

The bags we use for the dirt

won’t go through the tunnel
that will connect the cells.

We have to move the debris

using something
that can handle the weight.

Something that resists the friction
caused by the constant moving.

Even though it’ll be over
50 degrees up there

we can only work during the day.

Because we need the daylight
that filters through the zinc plates.

It’s better if you don’t talk.

Because the crawlspace
acts as a sound box.

Working at night is not feasible.

Mice?

No, they're just pigeons
that get in there in the crawlspace.

The shifts will be
intense and exhausting.

But you can’t neglect
your daily routines.

You have to act normal
even if you are tired.

Physical exhaustion will be noticeable
if you don’t make sure to eat well.

Staying healthy is key

if you want to survive
to this operation.

If you’re not willing
to take this seriously

you might as well leave now
to not jeopardize the rest of us.

Don’t change the schedule
in which you normally do things.

It’s better if nobody notices

that you have been missing
for a couple of hours.

Don’t be late to any meeting
or commitments you may have made.

Good morning.

Good afternoon.

Just like in previous operations.

We can only rely on ourselves.

Let’s think of this prison
as a temporary station.

Not our final stop.

- What's up, asshole?
- Easy, Jiménez.

I want in.

What do you mean?

I can also move dirt.

What are you trying to say?

I know what you're up to.

Look at your fingernails, Jiménez.

I'm in?

Cooperativa Radio is calling!

From the Maule region

we have been
informed that an attack

has occurred in the Los Quenes
police station...

DAY 149

...located in the
community of Chincol near Curicó.

The attack that has been credited
to the Manuel Rodríguez Front.

Fuck.

Has resulted in the death

of one of the officers
present at the police station.

It has also been informed

that the structural
damages are evident,

given that the attacker
have allegedly set fire to the station.

I don’t know what the fuck they have
against the cops in Los Queñes!

I don’t know what’s the point
of an operation like that.

It was irresponsible, reckless.

Shit like this is only going
to put people against us!

We need to evaluate the consequences
and see how this could affect us.

The worst of it all is that

it’s going to weaken whatever
outside support we could’ve had.

This won't work
without any outside help.

Paulina could get us
support from trusted comrades.

People that believe in us.

He's right.

You could get a "conyugal".
No suspicions there.

DAY 182

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday Alfonsito

Happy birthday to you

I never thought it possible

to escape from here.

We need some outside help.

We need helpers, safe houses.

An attorney.

Your influence
could help us change

the minds of the party's leadership.

But it's too risky, Rafael.

Have you ever thought
of what could happen

if they catch you out there?

These subversive criminals

they killed an officer.

Do you understand?

Now the special forces
engaged the leaders

of the Queñes attack

and killed some guy called Pellegrin
and another one named Magni.

There ́s a war going on out there

declared by the same terrorists
we have locked up in here!

We can’t allow them to riot in here!

Understood?

Yes, Colonel!

DAY 205

Open the gates!

- Do what you have to do, Sergeant!
- Yes, Colonel!

Shake down!

Two of them...!

All you fucking bums get outside!

Nicolai, Lalo!...Get out!

Lalo! Lalo!

We have to get out!

And Lalo?

Lagging behind!

As soon as Lalo gets out, seal it off!

Why are you guys
bothering us again?

Can't you people let us work in peace?

Listen you fucking cripple.

You got no one to blame
for that wheelchair

but yourself, for killing cops.

The only difference between
you and your communist pals

is that a bullet gave you
justice before the courts did!

You either wheel yourself outside

or we ́re gonna play rag doll
and drag your crippled ass out of there.

Outside I said!

Outside I said!

Outside I said!

Call for reinforcements, officer Bravo.

Riot on block eight.
Send reinforcements! Over.

Releasing the dogs
already, you coward?

Don’t you realize that these are

nothing but thugs with guns?

The scourge of our country!

You're afraid Quezada...

Pure Chile is the blue skies

Pure breezes that cross you as well

And your field of blooming flowers

Is the happy copy of Eden

A majestic white mountain

Was awarded to you by the Lord

Wait!

Was awarded to you by the Lord

And the calm sea that bathes you

Promises a future glory

And the calm sea that bathes you

Promises a future glory

Sweet homeland

Receives the votes

Those that Chile swore in oath

For you will be the grave of the free

Or an asylum against oppression

For you will be the grave of the free

Or an asylum against oppression

For you will be the grave, of the free!

Or an asylum against oppression

Revolution!

Or an asylum against oppression

Revolution!

Or an asylum against oppression

Revolution!

Get up, Jiménez!

Quite the whorehouse
you rattled up there.

If I'd rattled up a whorehouse,
I would've invited your mommy.

Such a tough guy.
All those fists up in the air...

and I bet your "gun"
is about this big now.

Let me guess where
you shoved up those grenades.

It's all coming apart, "comrade"...

we're fucking you up, no argument there.

Tell me something, Jiménez.

After you gave everything up for
that cheap ideology of yours.

After you lost your marriage,
your children, your friends.

Did you ever imagine winding up in here?

And did you ever
imagine ending up licking boots

in order to look after guys like me?

Always the smart mouth, Jiménez.

DAY 217

We will not encourage
or support any operation

that could get out of hand!

With consequences that we may regret!

This isn't the same.

They aren't going to kill anybody.

They only want to escape undetected.

Without facing the officers,
the army, the police?

Yeah, right...

It's really easy to escape
without confrontation.

Look, Paulina.

People chose "No"

and now we're going to have an election
for the first time in 19 years!

The country has the opportunity
to regain democracy at last!

Do you really think we will?

We cannot support a prison break
under these circumstances

in this scenario!

It doesn't make sense!

How does it not make sense
to escape under a dictatorship?

Our comrades have proven
their commitment to our cause.

If they screw up now, we're all fucked!

The party was not invited
to take part in the agreements.

Not officially.

But we have the historical opportunity

to participate in the
democratic reconstruction

of this country.

This is something that
I cannot decide on my own.

I need to consult
with the other members.

Do what ever you need to do

and let me know when
you get your piece of the pie.

I'd love to try some of it!

I know that I was
irresponsible in the past.

That I gave my life for the party.

That I abandoned you.

That I did not worry
for your safety or the kids.

But this is the only way in which
all of our sacrifices will not be in vain.

Freedom

Open the earth Take my song

Scratch the stone

That the world is crying

Face your fears

Extinguish your fire

Let your body laugh

Face infinity

Feel its beats

Beating against the soil

This soil is worthy

Break free from your chains

Drill through the bricks

Open every wall

Hug your senses

Expand your cries

For every escapee

Blow at the pure air

Liberated at times

Lose gravity

Float in deliriousness

Run away without destination

For every detainee

Awaken the memory

That you thought was dead

Nobody is forgotten

Justice is nearby

We regret history

And the story is this

This

Where freedom awaits

Tell me where

Tell me where it is
Tell me where is it hiding

Tell me why it’s not answering

Tell me why it left

It has left us
They call it freedom

Tell me where

Tell me where it is
Tell me where is it hiding

Tell me why it’s not answering

Tell me why it left

It has left us
They call it freedom

They blindfolded me Adding anger

In the name of God
State and a certain democracy

They killed my name
They gave me a skirt

They shot an arrow
Stabbed me with a sword

They cut my wings
A cold winter night

While the world was
Searching for my bones

An answer, while shame

Was kneeling at
The edge of their tables

Judges judged me crucified me

They put a scale On my left hand

I appealed for my life
Shouting every wound

Of a gray Pidgeon that was
Searching for justice

Listen to the breeze
The life that sighs

A breath of humanity
A song of life

They say I’ve disappeared

I exist while nobody forgets me

Listen to the freedom that’s coming

Tell me where

Tell me where it is
Tell me where is it hiding

Tell me why it’s not answering

Tell me why it left
It has left us they call it freedom

Tell me where

Tell me where it is
Tell me where is it hiding

Tell me why it’s not answering

Tell me why it left
It has left us they call it freedom

Tell me where

Tell me where it is
Tell me where is it hiding

Tell me why it’s not answering

Tell me why it left
It has left us they call it freedom

Now it does reek of shit!

- How are you doing?
- Hello?

The court has just ruled in favor
of the death penalty.

There is still some due process,
but "we're doing well".

Please, could you give me
a couple of minutes with the defendant?

You'll like these, Jiménez.

They're made by your beloved Fidel.

Excuse me.

Don't be afraid, we still
have time for more appeals.

The only thing that scares me

is not being able to finish
what I started.

The accused, Rafael Jiménez

I talked to Paulina.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I've gathered you here
because our comrades

need support with their operation.

Especially considering
that some of them

are facing the death penalty.

I don't need to tell you
that you can count on me.

I know a lot of people that I believe

are willing to take the risks.

Quena?

Whatever you need.

You know that you can count on me.

Especially

when their physical
and emotional integrity is at play.

But, always on the condition
that they don't use weapons.

DAY 392

How long?

Xavier!

Xavier, we’re almost at 10 meters!

Xavier!

Xavier!

Pituco!

Pituco!

Xavier! Xavier is not moving!

Xavier!

Xavier!

Xavier!

Xavier!

What happened to
Xavier is called hypoxia.

He’s OK.

He’s recovering.

But clearly there is not enough
air at the end of the tunnel.

Any one of us could suffocate.

I have an idea to fix it.

But we don't have
the necessary materials.

There’s something
that we need to get from the outside.

But I don’t think it can be smuggled in.

Mr. Jiménez...

I'm here to give you
the details of your case.

How are you, Rafael?

I feel like smoking...

How are things doing?

Wrapped in polyethylene.

How much is left?

Comrade Salgado,
I need to ask you a favor.

I need a motor.

A motor?

What type of motor?

Like the one you use to polish stuff.

No man. No way!

We always have to use that motor.

Don't you see there are bones
and wood that need polishing?

You could always say that yours
broke and ask for a new one.

Right?

Come on, Jiménez.
Do you think that cops are stupid?

That doesn't sound like a good argument.

That motor...

could be your ticket out of here, comrade.

Out where?

To freedom!

You are going crazy.

DAY 413

We have air, comrades!

These are some of the inmates
facing the death penalty.

The Court Martial
has already ruled against them

and the final verdict by
the Supreme Court should come soon after.

Since we don't have maximum
security prisons here in Chile.

Our best bet is to separate
and isolate them

in different prisons around the country.

It will happen by the end of this year
or at the beginning of next.

Comrade Salvador.

Represented.

Commander Tamara.

Represented.

Comrade Miguel.

Represented.

OK, comrades.

Light it up.

The court martial
has ruled nine death sentences

which shall be reviewed
by the Supreme Court.

The defendants are accused of an attack

against General Pinochet each
one of these attacks are

in different stages
of the prosecution such as the case

of Rafael Jiménez,

Germán Sánchez and Patricio Velásquez.

I'm not going to make it out of here.

I'm working on your assignment,
your honor.

I thought you said

the Frente trusted you

and that they would provide information.

It hasn't been easy.

And do you think is easy for Nuria

your wife, your partner, your whore

to take your five year old child to school

given she's six months pregnant

just to go to work
later as a seamstress

at your aunt Marita's house

located in El Manío 4971,
La Florida neighborhood?

Start talking

unless you want
everybody to know about us.

DAY 524

Given the surrender of the government

just as it is written

in the political
constitution of the republic.

I would like to reach
all regions of the country to testify...

Comrade Bigote.

I'd like to have a word.

Go ahead, comrade.

It's just that...

A cigarette?

Who has had the honor

of leading the armed
forces and the forces of order...

These are pretty good, comrade.

- Where'd you get them?
- They're from the island.

A comrade of mine sends them over.

Sounds like a pretty good comrade, huh?

I have one good news and one bad...

Give me the good and the bad, father.

Let's see..

Good news is that the ink went through

but not in the place that should.

Bad news is that we're
still short 40 feet.

40 feet?

Anything else that
I can help you with?

Confession, maybe?

I told you I don't believe
in your saints, father.

Even less in a merciful God.

If he existed, don't you think
he's doing a pretty shitty job?

I understand how you feel.

I know your story.

But prayer is always a good refuge.

The Lord listens to all
those who have faith.

Don't preach to me about faith.

You'll never know what
it's like to lose your wife and daughter.

Don't ask me to find relief in prayer,
because I won't find it.

The only thing that is certain is that
I will never see their faces again.

I'll never hear their voices again.

All I have is a picture of them.

To know that they were real.

Do you have a picture of your boss?

How many people
are going to escape?

It’s 120 of us.

Forget it, too many.

You’re going to have to choose.

DAY 559

Earthquake!

Careful with the wall!

Move it! Out! Quickly!

Why are you so late to come out?

Comrade Llanos twisted his foot.
We had to help him.

How you are so stupid, Llanos?

Sign him up with officer Medina
to go the infirmary. Move it.

Rebels!

Earthquake ́s over.

Head count!

The comrades that
were digging got lucky.

A little bit of sloughing

but the tunnel

won't take another tremor like that.

It can come down any minute.

The cops are going to
want to make a full inspection.

They'll discover the tunnel!

Or they could send us
to another prison!

What shall we do?

Comrades, we cannot
waste any more time.

We have to leave, now!

You know that we can't fit
them all in the backpack.

I'm not asking you to take them all.

Only... if you could take
as much as you can.

Would you come with us?

If you could, that is.

To go with you would be
a hell of an adventure.

But it won't make me feel any better.

I live with it.

And you?

Will you truly feel free
when you're out?

I don't know how far I'll make it.

But outside It'll be easier
to move, to ask, to find out.

To do everything possible to find

those behind the murder of my family.

That's why, as soon as you're out.

Run as fast as you can.

Run.

But also...

run for me.

Run for your comrades

for their relatives.

For those that cannot run anymore.

I will.

Even though we can't
bring our loved ones back.

Stalemate.

January 29, 1990

DAY 567

Time to start your shift.

Attention, the second group
is almost ready.

Comrade, have you seen Rafael?

Huh?

- Have you seen Rafael?
- No...

What's with that face, Bigote?

Where are you off to?

Have you seen Jiménez?

What do you want him for?

Need to talk to him.

Talk to me then...

Talk to me.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why did you stop belonging?

León,

why are we not moving?

You have no idea of
what's happening, Emilio.

Explain it to me, then.

There's no time for that!

Tell me. We're
supposed to be friends!

I can ́t, there ́s no time.

Have you seen Jiménez!

Answer! Have you seen, Jiménez?

Easy, Bigote.

Some fuckers are escaping.

Easy.

Let's go...

My family... Fuck...

Get in there...

Come on!

My family...

What are you going
to do, motherfucker?

Rat us out as usual?
Get in the tunnel!

I'm not a fucking snitch.

It has begun.

Two full years digging a hole
just so you can come over and fuck it up?

Come on! Let’s go!

The bus will be driving in circles.

It will be waiting for us
in the rendez-vous.

We only have five
minutes to leave.

If anyone lags behind...

the bus leaves with or
without them. Understood?

Yeah, yeah.

Turn the search lights on,
point them over there.

I'll alert the others!

We've got to go!

Let's go!

Come on, come on!

And Óscar?

I don't know.
Didn't see him come out.

I'm going back for him.

- I'm going back for him.
- Germán!

Germán!

Come on, come on!

Come! Come!

All right! Get in!

What happened to Germán?

- We have to wait.
- What's wrong?

We have to wait!

Three minutes Rafael!
Three minutes and we're gone!

THE END

Gentlemen! The movie is over!

Back to your cells!
Come on, come on!

Comrade Muñoz! Comrade!

Oso!

Oso!

Oso, don't waste your time on me.

There's a window;
an opportunity to escape.

Tell the others!
Through Jiménez's cell!

Come on, wake up!
Come on. Move it!

Follow him! Follow him!
Come on! Run! Follow Oso!

What's wrong?
Why aren't we leaving?

Call for reinforcements!

Come on, come on!

We have to leave, now!

Let's go.

Go.

Hold on! There they come!

Don’t fucking move! Don’t move!

On the floor motherfucker!

Get these piece of shit out there!

Everybody out!

Get these pricks out there!

The police have stated
that traffic towards Santiago

between seventeen
and twenty-three hundred.

It has also been stated
that all vehicles headed

towards Valparaíso and Viña
del Mar, during this period

must use the “Cinco Sur”
route through La Calera.

Yes, general, yes.

Identify!

Colonel Jorquera, general, yes.

Where are you?

Moving into the hall, sir.

Keep me posted.

Yes sir, over and out.

Colonel.

In this block of 120 political prisoners

49 have escaped.

Hello?

Group one! Get ready!

Eyes open, group two!

Group three! Get ready!

Group four!

On January 29th, 1990,
a total of 49 political prisoners

escaped from the
Public Prison of Santiago

in what is known
as "Operación Éxito."

Some crossed the border and
still they remain living abroad.

Others were pardoned
by President Patricio Aylwin

in the first democratic government
that succeeded the dictatorship

imposed by
General Pinochet for more than 17 years.

This has been the largest jailbreak
in the history of Chile.

MASSIVE JAILBREAK BY PRESIONERS
IN CHARGE OF ATTACKING PINOCHET

SCANDALOUS JAILBREAK

EARTHQUAKE DUE TO JAILBREAK

THE BIG SCAPE STEP BY STEP

THE DEBRIS FROM
THE TUNEL ARE FOUND

In memory of our friend
RAÚL BLANCHET