La poupée (1962) - full transcript
An avant-garde political satire that takes place in a mythical country in South America. The dictator has been replaced by a look-alike revolutionary, and the dictator's wife has been replaced by a robot.
This film deals with no
nation or regime in particular.
Like cabaret it plays upon contradictory
and often irreconcilable aspects
prevailing upon human souls and
historical situations any time, anywhere.
You're not ill!
Put it out at once!
If the forest starts smelling
like kitchen, we're done for.
- Who's that? - Debrieux,
specialist in handling crowds.
He worked miracles in Nicaragua.
Got the golden prize.
Inauguration of new slaughterhouses.
Reinforcements of police measures.
I admit that I cried
when I discovered that
Colonel Octavio Prado Roth,
guardian angel
of public liberties,
protector of business
and benefactor to commerce
deigns us with
a personal visit of encouragement
in front of our valiant horned beasts.
Outside of the city and the houses
which is the most beautiful house?
It's the large house Houren
of Guillermo de Ramonen.
Here green trees traverse
from the whole universe.
Stairs wind every which way,
A real smuggler cave
Rosewood parquet 'neath your toes
in the house of Anturios
belong to Igno Ramonen,
the king of coal and tungsten.
None of your fine points, Mr Morene,
will prevent you from yielding
to demographic pressure.
And for that
I congratulate myself.
I can hardly put up with the finger
you have in every pie.
We all wish, the revolutionary triumph
coincide with your downfall.
What you say has no import.
Look here.
The mines, tin and coal
and some oil here and there.
Majority-owned, all of it.
Fruit. Bananas, foremost.
As a banker I loan to farmers.
And as a banker
I collect 3 billion without a hitch.
Revolution
is a business like any other.
Sugar, business, millions.
His wife is Marion.
His daughter's heart could charm a king
He's the one who pulls the strings.
Sensational discovery. Professor Palmas.
I have succeeded in doubling matter.
Now's the time.
How are they?
You ask me the same thing over and over.
How are they supposed to be?
Women.
Women, my dear Gervasio,
I just don't understand them.
And yet, if anyone knows everything,
understands everything, it is you.
Women.
The last stand of the impenetrable.
Extreme triangle of biological mystery.
Mr Palmade, you see no
further than your own nose.
The main thing is to give them
a little something to chew on.
A kick in the gearbox
keeps the pistons pumping.
So, chin up, be brave,
They won't eat you.
Mesdemoiselles, I repeat
we are at a simplificatory phase
of the nuclear matter,
both fatal and classic,
common to all applications
of science.
It remains always the case that planes lose
their wings and the telegraph its wires.
The formula presented to you...
Mask up.
Bring him to the right.
The side where he has no equilibrium.
Idler.
He will be plucked.
He won't make it.
Go ahead! Stab him!
The mangy thing'll be eaten.
Bastard bird!
In this space, M. Biron
The whistlertrons, the heptatrons
The octotrons, and on and on
Science is such jolly fun
My friends and I are dying, dying to
discover if the doubling you've told of
is a theoretical construct
or spills out into reality.
Into reality, reality.
Due to electromagnetic modulation
I am able to demultiply all cells
of any living organism.
In this space, M. Biron
The whistlertrons, the heptatrons
The octotrons, and on and on
Science is such jolly fun
How? Look, it's only too simple.
The coil grinds the current...
Grind? Like the verb?
A pinch of molecules spill
onto the edge of the anode.
All that happens
as in a usual iconoscope
on condition that my receiver
works with radio cobalt.
Iconoscope?
- Radio cobalt?
- The pulverizing vibration
reaches the surface of the body
of which we desire a copy.
The copy resurges as I wish
at a given point in space,
in accordance with the viewing angle.
Thus at Hiroshima space should have
been provided to accommodate the city.
- City? Which city?
- Hiroshima.
Hiroshima?
Obviously, in case they decided
not to destroy Hiroshima,
the bastards!
but to make another one off it,
one just like it.
- Marvellous.
- No, not marvellous, infantile.
I have started with radar,
which in turn has evolved from a frame
that, in its turn, was created
by a mirror. One-two.
I send, I receive,
in a word, I rhyme.
We would be thrilled if you showed
us that. But what can we duplicate?
This! This!
Doesn't matter. This ball.
Plug it in.
One reservation though:
the copy will soon disintegrate.
- How soon?
- At most, 56 hours.
And a human body?
Under the same conditions,
could your system reproduce it as well?
Nothing prevents it.
It will be appropriate in any case
for the experimenter to penetrate
the subject of his experiment.
What if it's a woman?
Especially if it is a woman.
How silly they are!
Their questions do correspond however
to my own concerns.
You see, Gervasio,
what our leftist movements lack,
is the force of breath,
is the song of the heart.
Without the breath, without the heat,
without that which carries the song,
everything is bound to fall.
But with the breath, everything takes off
and rises. To conclude:
The disinherited must find
their Jeanne d'Arc.
The short-haired one?
The living banner, I will make
it with my own hands.
Tavio? Tavio? Are you there, Tavio?
Of course, I am waiting for you.
You know I love, only you.
When?
I'm begging you!
Tell me, when? It's too long!
You're tearing it!
- Ouch! You're hurting me!
- It's the evil!
It says his name when he leaves.
Tavio? Tavio?
He's hung up.
When will Madame cut her folly short?
It's becoming obvious Madame that she
would do better being my daughter.
If Madame, she were my daughter
I would put her in a triple tower
so she doesn't stomp around.
Leave me alone.
Get away.
They are curling.
A sign of rain.
Also, the star Jupiter
has foreseen this in the night.
In three days, however much it rains,
the knight will knock.
- He will knock.
- Go away!
A mare who wants to run
always finds a rider.
Vampire! Brute!
Aborigine! Bowler hat!
You are making a lot of effort
to get rid of the staff.
Your husband knows perfectly well
that I am with you.
This kind of guy I call a pimp.
I know pimps very well.
But between the two of you, really!
I am Colonel Octavio Prado Roth!
Minister of War,
Director of Military Intelligence
General Administrator
of Civil Requests,
responsible for area surveillance
Director of the Police
General Tax Surveyor
and Surveyor
of the Public...
Gardens.
All this I have obtained
through merit, by my work.
I am not like you all,
son of any father.
I did not need anyone
to be born into the world.
At 20 years of age...
a bell-hop for a restaurant,
I educated myself at nights
in my loft,
by the glow of my bugle.
You must have polished it quite often!
In a corner I placed a candle.
And it is a man of this mold
that you treat like a pimp.
Octavio, listen to me! It's
all very beautiful, the loft, the bugle.
Very beautiful,
cold wars,
hot wars and warmed up wars.
Even civil wars!
How? What?
Sure, it's clear. If the republic were
covered in canons, no one would mock us.
We'd shake the whole world
with canon balls.
America would buy from us
instead of selling us.
What?
We can multiply objects ad infinitum!
It's in all the journals.
You must take sides.
You must see Palmas.
Come on! Read!
An ideologist! A dialectic snake
slithering on my way.
A brain acrobat!
A sack of lab bugs!
You are about to let go
the chance of a lifetime.
I'm sick and tired
of your train of thought!
What I need is a lady.
A real lady.
There it is, a word of truth.
Not a train.
I need to relax,
to distract myself.
Where is your daughter-in-law?
Mire, Morene's daughter?
There's nothing better than a girl
to make a statesmen's moustaches curl.
When you come and visit me...
They are always at the ministry.
Go directly to my room,
last left at the end of the corridor
on the first floor.
Watch yourself, you bastard.
The crooks are coming.
Your last twilight
is descending fast.
Professor!
Dear professor! I'm at a loss for words
to say how happy I am, I'm delighted.
There are moments I'd not give away
for mountains of gold.
You must hate me for
keeping you away from your work.
The need to see you
has been such a torment
that a day of delay counts for a century.
How could I resist?
Palmas, graduate.
The greatest of our men of science.
The greatest and the smallest.
I mean, the most modest.
The most reserved, like me.
Like me in my tastes.
Modest, you see.
Gold and marble,
no fake nor stucco.
Wherever you publish,
I buy all those journals in bulk.
When I lie down,
I lay them on my bed.
But, I'll forget my head next?
What can I offer you?
- Whisky?
- I am a liberal, Madame.
- Then vodka?
- I repeat, I am a liberal.
Please take off your coat at least.
Make yourself comfortable.
I swept everything clean.
You are terribly uncomfortable. Let me
help you. Come, come, come, come!
My instructor!
My great man! My professor
of everything. Here, that's it.
And take this cushion.
No, not there, here, here!
As for me, I'll be happy
in a tiny little corner.
Is that OK? Are you comfortable?
Please look at me, Professor.
I am quite alright, Madame,
please.
Ouch! My leg! It hurts again.
- What do you think?
- I'm not a doctor!
How can I use a doctor?
I need a sorcerer.
But, Madame.
It surprises me,
that others may suffer.
And women are others
par excellence.
And I am no less surprised that they may,
and it's a fine point, experience.
- The opposite of suffering.
- The opposite of suffering?
But Professor...
This sort of problem...
Really! You are fourteen.
I find women exasperating in that
I am unable to penetrate them.
- Are you unmarried?
- Oh, unmarried...
Women are as closed to me as mice,
or stones, if that shocks you any less.
What a sorcerer brings about
or believes to bring about...
The possession of a conscience
which is not his.
Such is, I confess, a little mania
of your devoted servant.
I'm coming to the point.
But in waiting you're rotting!
You're rotting whilst teaching!
What the government is waiting for,
damn it all,
to be able to give you laboratories,
megatons, psychotrons,
stenographers, helicopters,
millions, all that is needed.
I have two feet on the ground,
and two hands.
I'd like to pose a question.
What do you make of the Colonel?
The Colonel, I'd stuff him!
Yes, Madame!
- That's what I'd do with the Colonel.
- The Colonel is not that evil.
And the constitution? Do you know
what he plans to do with the Constitution?
No, I won't tell you.
You are a woman.
The Constitution? Octavio has
only the best plans for it.
And what distinguishes him
from all other politicians,
is that he isn't a man of words.
Blah-blah-blah-blah....
He is a butterfly
with a cavalry saber!
But people only need a mouthful.
It's a sure thing, simple math.
You have healed me. I told you
you were something of a sorcerer.
I read lots of stories.
A sorcerer, as you say,
is able to transfer
into a piece of stone
or even a corpse,
the energy he is charged with.
Magic is an ancient science.
Science is young magic.
Exactly.
We have been present, me
and my husband, at scenes of sorcery.
Notice that it's always the same.
One experiences doubts
as to whether it is staged or real.
Explorers change into tourists
and savages become actors.
Now, I must say,
two years in a forest,
and no jostling.
Men follow on their heels,
a bird's feather,
a fish bone
charge with the force to be false,
life enters death,
Spirit returns to stone,
the diver touches the shore.
Scientists are
all little boys, you know.
Guess what it cost us. Guess.
Some cigarette packs, I suppose.
What a prophet!
Four feathers of Wira-kuru
on Mukara's skin.
The four flashes of lightning.
- The four lengths of return.
- Wonderful! Is it yours?
It's pre-Cortezian mythology.
- Gripping!
- Through my mother,
I have had a share of Wutoto's blood.
Wutoto! Now I understand!
I understand the power
you exercise over objects.
- I would like to show you so much!
- You'd like it that much!
It seems miraculous.
What do you mean, miraculous?
You will see by yourself.
- But it's a common...
- What - No, no...
The energy is not in the reels,
darling. It's there.
Tell me. Can your contraption
replicate a canon?
- Why a canon? - A canon that would
be able to shoot like one. Bang!
Nothing to prevent that.
But my consent will be necessary.
And so, reduplications will follow
and the republic, in the end,
will be covered with canons.
In theory, yes, but...
What are all the canons for?
I said canon
as I would say bombers.
The U.S.A. would give their eye teeth for
your bombers That's what they're for.
You wouldn't have an amplifier?
No, not really.
A fork will do.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
That's it, very good.
There we are.
Where's the socket?
- There, in the corner.
- Thrilling.
- Can you sing?
- Why?
When a sorcerer gets to work,
it's necessary a woman sings.
Sing? There is nothing easier.
Do you have a beauty spot?
Can't you see?
I have one here.
Well, the beauty spot will be
on the hip, no doubt.
The hip?
On the hip of the woman
that I will build in your image.
- Will she look like me?
- To the point of being mistaken for you.
- I forbid you.
- Don't move. I am capturing you.
- It is time to fill the frame.
- No, I forbid you to try it on me.
Do not forget
that you are a functionary.
Please don't move,
I'm aiming.
No. I am not a molecule.
Look out! It's coming.
What sort of woman is this?
In that outfit.
- Who is it? Oh, who is it?
- You.
- Me?
- Your exact replica.
- My god! I could chop off my hands
for having received you.
First, why is she naked?
What if she starts talking and walking
around with my tongue and my legs?
Professor, you scare me so.
What are you hiding?
I order you! I order you
to make that thing disappear.
Or I'll call....
No one will believe you.
We are alone in this, darling.
Alone.
And you are exulting just like me.
Sulking, but exulting.
And my invention
instead of serving the schemes
of your stupid colonel
will bring our unhappy brothers
the light, the warmth,
the flame that they lack.
Like a sorcerer penetrating death
I will enter
deep into this simulacrum of you.
Professor?
Professor? Are you there?
I can't see you.
What is happening?
The horror! What horror!
There we are!
Here I am!
Me, Democrito Palmas,
I am in the woman.
Epidermis and organism.
It sways and it rolls.
The torch has stopped fumbling
in the dark.
I am a mammal at last, for good.
Where are you heading?
Some physicians inoculate themselves.
Me,
scuba diver of biology,
I immerse myself in woman.
I adhere to what I explore.
The error succumbs
as the distance perishes.
My mother...
appeared to me
to be heavy.
But no. Not at all.
A blimp.
I feel light, so light.
Should I put on a bra?
I will. For the shape.
And this kind of ribbon?
with the hanging buttons.
It's for the stockings.
This is amusing, I must admit.
This must go there.
What a funny mechanism.
My dress by Nina de Ricci!
Damn it all!
I'm not sure how to put it on
so that it sits right.
Ah! The way I speak!
All in the masculine.
I have to conform to my new sex.
From the grammatical angle, too.
It's not a question of chronaxie.
Man turns into woman,
Flour into wheat.
But hunger is still there,
the hole is still as great.
Theodora?
Theodora?
Theodora?
What occupies Madame now?
He has dared! He copied me!
So?
My granny told how, before the Spanish,
not that long ago,
the dead, they were made to walk.
For walking, for sitting,
how striking it is to be a woman!
Nothing in the way or sticking out.
Below the waist
one basks in the void.
What lightness! What happiness!
I am free! Freedom, that's me!
Women! What are you waiting for
in your fourteen skirts?
Die in squalor?
Rise out of your misery!
Walk! Run! Rise!
Be free!
Do not ask for liberty, take it!
Free men make free nations!
The experiment is in process.
I am a dancer, my friend.
Ah, it's you?
Yes, this is me. I've come.
Mr Pascual, is it here?
It is here.
I thought you weren't coming.
See, Mr Pascual,
I promised I'd come. And I have.
It's cardboard, my friend, your cavern.
Who is on the other side.
I don't know.
People. Nobody.
- Daddy's in the mines too.
- Daddy, too?
You won't lump your father
in with those poor wretches
dying in the mines?
Well, Pascual.
Is that all you have to say?
I am a student.
Some students are golden,
I am next to nothing.
You, you are the enemy.
Banana, coffee, cod.
- There is no cod production
in the republic. - Here's a chance!
You can be the fishwife.
You'll pull all the strings you want.
Strings, my friend, are prone to tear.
Let's talk about that.
Your father has the Colonel.
He can cough up plenty.
In tennis you are more skilled.
The balls follow you.
You seem to call them.
You charm them.
I don't know how you manage.
A racket must be balanced.
493g weighted
with pharmaceutical accuracy.
Too heavy at the head,
and it carries you off.
Too light, and you cramp up.
Your wrist hardens
to the point of breaking.
My dear Pascual. Now that
we're through with all those follies...
...die and go to hell.
Gentlemen.
This meeting is the last one prior
to the execution of the Colonel.
They want to kill the Colonel.
...we will force Greece
to produce meat for the nation,
- for humanity!
- Who bothers you in the government?
- The one shouting is father's friend.
- Quiet.
For pity's sake!
For your father's sake.
I cried. I wailed like a banshee
when in our executive chamber
the flower of bulk butchery
sounded the republican hymn
The banner of liberty!
...is rising in our hands!
- Sit!
Everybody be seated! Sit!
One is drowning in spittle.
In Spain the spittle
fucked us up big time.
Spittle needs a lot of time to kill.
As for me, the spittle
comes out of my balls.
Thank you, Colonel Cain.
You, Ezekiel?
In the Chibcha quarter they live together
in families of thirty, dying of humidity.
You know what Chibcha means?
It means poor.
People who don't eat, are eaten by lice.
Water at will, but no canalisation.
Chibcha like me, we were the first,
before the Spaniards came, we were there.
They die waiting. Instead, they make
a statue of the Holy Virgin of Chibchas.
Friends!
It is bestial to again have to
go through all the reasons
which determine us
to fight against tyranny.
I have something
more digestible to serve you.
We have informed the police.
One of us is a traitor. He must pay.
- Who is he.
- Don't move.
He is practically dead already.
The Central Bureau condemned him today.
- He'll be executed.
- Shout and we'll be heard.
- Name him! Bastard!
- He's here among us. He'll show himself.
I authorize him to say a few words,
but it won't change a thing.
Coral, you know me. It's not me,
It's not possible.
Listen to me, please.
Coral, you can't do this to me.
I met this photographer by chance
outside the district.
It's chance that brought us together.
Password? So what,
should I have run away?
All my life I've chewed
on Cain's balls.
- Listen, if you move we're both dead...
- Now I'm a man, I wash my feet.
- I'm not afraid to die.
- Unhappy silence.
You call this a man!
You and the Colonel are alike.
It's done, Ezekiel,
you are going to die!
Fucking crook!
Goddamn roach!
Do you live in this cubbyhole?
Somewhat crammy for two.
Your profession?
- I'm a student.
- Imbeciles.
Fun from morning till night.
Clumsy oaf!
Get your foot of that.
Senator Turnosch.
What are you doing here?
I made that one myself.
That'll do.
You, student, take him down.
Put him in your sheets. They'll be
dirty. Nothing more natural in a hotel.
Don't be afraid. The boss of the barracks
is an advocate for liberty.
- Go!
- With this guy?
With this guy, you pipsqueak.
Ezekiel, this evening, you'll be
tucked up in your coal sack.
And this stool pigeon
will be flying up the chimney.
The gasworks night crew
are all for justice and liberty too.
Uncle, we don't
need you anymore.
With my heart,
I'd rather leave.
Mademoiselle, what are you
doing alone with this guy?
I wasn't alone, Colonel.
I was with him.
Colonel? I don't like this.
Now, you are Morene's daughter.
The sugar factories,
the coal mines.
You are well informed.
I will search you.
Search me? You're not serious.
The Revolution
does not joke. Undress!
- I'm hiding nothing.
- Nothing?
- Nothing.
- Show me.
- I want to clean them.
- I'll clean you up.
I'll take care of him.
Less noise that way.
Haven't you understood anything?
He works for us.
He brought the girl.
Such people we employ nowadays!
The meeting is adjourned.
What you must
get into your head, Miss...
is that we are after the Colonel's skin.
In two days, at your place, Anturios
you'll give your spring ball.
You will invite me. I'm your friend,
and you will invite me.
If you do not move the world,
The world's riches you will lack,
but if you go into the world,
the world can't hold you back.
It's you? What have you put on?
As you see.
I am a sergeant of the police.
So you're in the Colonel's service.
I thought you didn't like him?
The Colonel is a scumbag!
- So what's this?
- The government hands them out to us.
It will happen at the racecourse.
The day after tomorrow, Sunday.
- Are you into racing?
- Horses excite me!
On Sunday, don't go.
I'll be on duty in the grandstand.
I'll have my
prescription machine gun.
I'll gun down the Colonel
at the end of the third race.
When the teletypes publish
the results of the third,
our friends around the country will know
this scumbag Octavio Prado Roth
has collected his last salvo.
I swear to you,
might is right.
And me, I can shoot straight.
When the Colonel is eliminated,
we will distribute the arms.
We are expecting a full boat of them,
The Leopard.
Where are the arms coming from?
Whether for the government,
or its opponents,
weapons will always come
from the same supplier.
Augusto, what a philosopher you are!
Weapons have no opinions.
Come, you.
This evening
the peppers swim in cream.
What does he mean, pepper?
A policeman,
and you are the cream.
The Leopard hasn't arrived.
Ask for the "Diario National"!
Old Montene can well be a reactionary,
that'll always make him a buck.
Ask for the "Diario National"!
I bet there are miners in here
from Cognaka,
who would be hard pressed to name
their trade union initials
in the correct order.
So one day they appear at Galitto's
and for them it's like bathing
in music, in light!
Don't speak so loudly!
All the free citizens
of a free republic
have the right to paint!
Painting, philosophy!
Atlantic, Pacific,
I float between the two
If you want to see the Tropics,
look into my baby blues.
When I dance with him,
I do not dance with Pedro,
When I trot with Pedro,
I do not trot with Luis
The Iberian-American
sings and dances best
We practice music
That gives life to all the rest
When I float with Luis,
I do not float with Marco
When I trot with Luis
I do not trot with you,
And this mouth on my mouth
of a persecuted guy
As soon as my tongue touches you
You know liberty
When I dance with Luis,
I do not dance with Pedro
When I dance with Pedro,
I do not dance with Luis
Brava! Brava!
The whole race, now embrace
possess me, my public
Our clamour for love effaces
everything that makes us weak
When I dance with Marco
I do not dance with Pedro
When I dance with Luis
I do not dance with Pablo
What a number!
Madame!
With all my heart,
what talent you have!
- Is this your first production here?
- First time for anything!
- Really? You've never been
in the theatre before? - Never.
It's not usual for such stars to show
the clients their birth certificates,
or their passports.
As you see, I'm not secretive.
Madame, may I have the pleasure
of seeing you at this address?
There is a ball tomorrow.
Mademoiselle, I am infinitely grateful
for your invitation
which I accept without reserve.
If you deem my presence acceptable
without inconvenience.
Latin America is one huge
termites' nest of dictators.
None of our republics has succeeded in
getting rid of their epauletted bogeymen.
The military envoys,
I give you my word,
of the Spanish or Portuguese king,
invisible, ineradicable, eternal.
Take for instance boxing.
Bantamweight, flyweight,
we have them by the score, but when
it comes to putting on a heavyweight
one has to go looking,
I assure you.
And science, believe me,
we're so small, so small.
- I assure you.
- Conclusion?
When your crappy colonel hits the ground,
his face crushed underfoot,
and this moment's not far off,
we will give our people
the only remedy that can save them.
The only one!
- Which remedy?
- A liberal, democratic state.
- We shall see!
- I believe the moment has come.
- In any case, I am ready.
- What are you waiting for?
What I am waiting for?
The big moment in my life.
I am waiting to meet the tyrant,
face to face, real close.
My friend, you are priceless.
When liberty triumphs, I will consider
paying attention to your good looks.
- Till tomorrow!
- Until tomorrow, noble knight!
In the time when time passes,
time makes time pass,
The time passes into space,
The time passes into time.
What a surprise! I didn't think I'd have
the pleasure of seeing you at my place.
Would you have
an invisible clasp?
A charming pretext!
All the clasps you like.
Have you never seen me?
What's bothering you?
Imagine, yesterday I went to
a sort of cabaret performance.
And there was this woman,
and it was you!
- She looked exactly like you!
- You're a pain in the neck!
I have invited 3,000 people tonight,
generals, ministers, writers, and the like.
How can one expect there
not to be a bunch of bores,
layabouts and nincompoops.
Well. When the Colonel appears,
you storm into the cavalry song.
Of course, you'll never
top the voice of the Colonel.
Should we cut the lobsters
in two or in four, director?
As usual. Ask the maitre-d.
But what about you?
- Do you know your job well?
- My job, I'll do it.
Put down your cigarette.
- Learn to do your job!
- My job, I'll do it!
I have the honour to inform you
the Colonel will arrive at 23:30.
- My house belongs to the Colonel.
-The police are all in civil attire.
- And so, invisible.
- Mackintosh and black fedora, I know.
Ah! I recognise one
who passes through walls!
I couldn't hold back, these two
in disguise wanted to dance.
We're in no doubt.
How do I introduce you?
Wait... I am engineer...
Exquisite!
- Like the cigarette!
- You are an engineer?
He's a friend from abroad.
He comes from the mountains.
In the mountains we eat outside.
With all the waste from tonight
you could feed a child for a month!
There'll be one at least,
as you are here.
The right runs the risk of making
too many concessions to the left.
So that in the end, no one can
recognise themselves.
And that puts
the whole country in a fever!
And when fever rises,
shares fall.
Trust me, my friend, sell.
Do as I do, sell.
Do you recognise him, Miss?
- Who?
- The loofah.
- The waiter.
- This one?
He took employment
uncorking bottles here.
- At the same time, he's checking me.
- I see, trust prevails.
Revolutionaries may sway,
revolution is perpendicular.
Viva! Viva!
Rise. Do as everybody else. Come on,
Get up. Higher, bigger, make haste.
This guy. Seeing him,
I'd fuck it all up.
You hear that! Constitutional
securities are suspended,
youth is deprived of ideals.
Small farming enterprises still
work as 3,000 years ago.
You know what he gives the owners.
- Think of a number!
- I'm not very knowledgable.
More than 7%! And the bastard laughs.
That's what it means to him.
Dear Joaquim,
I had no doubt
that Velasquez, the great painter
had painted your portrait.
Look! I am talking about the midget!
Don't be so shocked. This Velasquez is
probably fake like all the Velasquez.
- Bastard! - Would you like
to describe the political
situation of your beautiful land?
Who could be better qualified to answer
than Mr President of the Council?
So I will do my bit.
One more... time.
Joaquim!
What has been
exhausting the revolution?
The opportunists.
Apostles of democracy and violence
are in dispute over our flesh.
Thanks to Colonel
Octavio Prado Roth
we could, until now, eschew the shame
of being in the hands of a single person.
- This is rich!
- Quite rich!
Let us raise our glasses to the health
of one that I'll allow myself
to call a swell guy!
- I'll do him in!
- Continue, and I'll kiss you!
Le Colonel Octavio Prado Roth!
I hope he doesn't choke.
Watch out, damn it!
He still has the whole day.
- His life is important to you?
- Too much.
The worst thing the Colonel could do
the pinnacle of meanness, would be
to croak before the set date.
It's no fun here.
Come with us!
While you are playing the fool,
there are wretches dying!
Not far from here are street puddles
where the disinherited come to get water.
They are repugnant!
The poet!
The whole odour is in the tail,
like in lobsters.
Under the eyes of the bleached out sun,
Amazon springs from underground
Amazon springs out from the night
of the elementary mountain.
Child, little child, who wants
to touch the moss
and the flower...
of danger.
Small child who wants to dance
and there and there
And suddenly the foam
and the... racket...
Of capitals, the problems,
the plugged up chambers
You should have stayed in Europe,
on Montmartre.
While you guard this crook of a Colonel
you'll remain the shame of the Earth.
You haven't read Hugo I suppose. Well
I have! And Lamartine who explains all!
Unproductive! Pretentious!
Children of the Pope!
And among us
the one who loomed over him
A line of double blood
which is Spanish and Chibcha
that makes our homeland
united, one and complete
Ah, Mr Palmas,
you have returned?
I have defended him well for you.
- Leave! - It's you,
it's more you than I could imagine.
- This is rather amusing.
- For me it's a catastrophe.
- They will all be thrilled.
- It's a scandal.
This Palmas!
Heavens, what a whale!
I'll harpoon it...
willingly!
One whose mother is misery,
one whose goods are pain and trouble
- This is the one closest to my heart
- Back off, you band of brutes!
It's for him that my heart
tick... tick... tock
I don't care if you're shocked
I cherish whom I will
Let him be!
I choose without hesitation
Such as loses
days inside your hell
Go showy popinjay
Go now where they wait
Step over the assholery
Va-va-ou, Va-Va-ou,
The easy way, if I may say
In the mine
and on the Pampas
When I'm naked
with no comb and no bath
It's to the world I give, give, give
The oil from my balls,
to everyone even to crooks
because I am good, very good
and I say
I am your paradise
Go showy popinjay
Go where you are expected
Step over the assholery
Va-va-va-ou,
Va-va-va-ou,
All in one,
Let them come together
and climb my flanks
they are so nice,
for blacks, whites and brown
for the emigrant and the autochtone
That get shoved back,
and they wield the baton on
starved to death,
lice crawl in view
those whose faces stand out among you
the dogs, the ouroboros
Va-va-là-où,
Va-va-là-où,
You'll see the drama if it goes bang.
- Where is he? - In the cellar maybe.
I know the place, I'll take you there.
Sometimes they stage spectacles there,
the cultural side of my mother-in-law.
Here we are in the dressing rooms.
Look, this is awful!
The bastard! It's all done for!
Damn him, he's no longer alive!
How can I kill him tomorrow, now?
- You have no tact.
- Well, what about him!
A dirty trick he's played me!
Croaking on the eve
of his own death.
He was so alive, alive and well!
Always gallant. One could hear him
laugh from ten meters away.
- Have you seen the Colonel.
- Here he is.
A doctor! Right away! A doctor!
No doctor can help.
I won't hold back.
This premature death is a catastrophe.
No one in our entourage
must know of his death.
Don't stir from here.
No one should enter this room.
It must be made clear to everyone
that the Colonel is slightly unwell.
- La Morene is coming.
- She mustn't know.
What's happening? What is it?
We're busy. Leave us.
The rising of price of sugar
is not worrisome if accompanied
by a consumers' strike.
But no one considers putting salt in their
coffee. Return at once to the guests.
What are all these secrets!
Everyone must dance upstairs.
The Colonel is adamant about this.
Do as I say
and leave me alone.
Darling, go upstairs
and bring me the medicines.
I guarantee you that
we're at a turning point.
- You believe so? Anyway, as for me,
I've always defended liberty.
Whatever happens, I have no fear.
But let others clink their glasses.
- The Colonel is conversing
with my husband. - Perfect.
Look at all the funeral faces? Rouse
yourselves, my little angels, shake a leg!
I want to see a spring in your step.
Dance, amuse yourselves.
You are young, damn it!
- Hey!
- Who's looking for me?
- My father!
- Her father?
Excuse me, I dozed off.
As soon as it strikes ten,
I fly to he regions of the dead,
who are the real living beings.
How strange, isn't it?
- What is? - That we are
in this square block.
Grace is with you.
Spirit, with me.
You have freed us
of all logical necessities
by the sole virtue of starry numbers.
You, an old friend of my father!
I take our embrace for granted.
The archangel always
knows where to strike.
You'll see here in a moment
the leaders of revolutionary movements
to which you belong.
Don't worry.
I'm not reproaching you.
Gentlemen, no one will reproach you
for your loyalty to the Colonel.
His death sets you free. These
gentlemen have, for several months,
constituted the Central
Bureau of the Revolution.
Invested with the
formidable honor of leading
the Republic after
the announced popular uprising.
- Announced?
- Ordered.
At any rate,
fatal and foreseen.
It's a catastrophe!
Gentlemen,
I give you my word that
the Central Bureau has nothing
to do with this regrettable accident
Frankly, I can't imagine that this homicide
was plotted by the victim himself.
- If so, by whom?
- By a number of isolated fanatics.
A revolution prematurely started
cannot but fail.
Look at Europe!
The uprising against
the Chancellor Adolf Hitler,
you know what I mean,
of July 20th, 1944, fell through!
It was 12:42 exactly.
The causes of this failure?
On the one hand, the lack of any
real agreement between the conspirators.
- On the other hand...
- The bomb. They chose a bomb.
It's mathematically proven,
that the infallibility of bombs manifests
itself in international wars only!
What is to be done?
He's not there.
We must move on.
Without weapons we cannot act.
Excuse me! A delayed boat shan't
make you miss the meeting of a century!
- More grand expressions!
- The material side is what's important.
- We can always postpone.
- Await their move.
We must call the Americans.
Conclusion: at a set day and hour
a series of events must be set in motion.
The Colonel must be assassinated
tomorrow at the racecourse grandstand.
- After the third race.
- But dear Guillermo,
how will the Colonel not only let
himself be assassinated at the racecourse
- but even get there in the first place?
- We will gun down his corpse.
- Who'll take on this dirty task?
- You.
Shoot a corpse?
This sort of idea can only
grow in capitalist realms.
Young man, you are right.
Somebody, who is alive and well
will have to play the Colonel's part.
A volunteer.
This volunteer, this hero,
is here with us.
It is you, young man.
No!
Descend, me, to
the place of the Colonel?
No. For me the revolution is over.
I've seen enough. Done enough.
Farewell, I'm going home.
For example, Pio!
Dear Pio!
Here you are!
A good man, at last.
And a true fighter.
The sight of him
warms your soul, huh?
Him!
During the civil war he did not
content himself to preaching as you did.
He showed himself,
risked his life.
Tell them!
All you've done.
Tell them.
Go ahead!
- Go ahead!
- In Spain, we did not wear gloves.
The girls of the Right, when we could
lay our hands on one, we let her have it!
With beret on head,
without spitting out the cigarette,
the Francoist bitch ended up
screaming with pleasure!
And all that time her mother stood
behind the door with her rosary.
This one here? I killed him!
What? You did?
I couldn't restrain myself.
When the chick started singing...
I ran up behind this scumbag colonel
and hammered him from behind,
the best way
to finish him off without a gun,
I entered after him
and continued on his skull
and throttling. I couldn't resist.
It's stronger than me.
You've lost your mind.
We'll put you on trial.
We'll condemn you!
Later!
But as you represent revolutionary
sincerity... Which is what it is, isn't it?
How do you propose to work around
the confusion that you've created?
He is asking you...
How do we deal with the shit
that you've dragged us through?
Speak. We will do as you say.
There is no second choice.
Just one option.
- Out with it!
- Someone must sacrifice themself.
- Someone? Who?
- A volunteer, of course.
- Who? Say it!
- Who?
You know very well.
You are like him.
There is only you.
Goodness gracious.
But... Pio!
Pio!
You want my pals to
shoot me?
Is that what you're saying?
Mr Alvarez...
you are worrying me.
There is one thing that you don't know
and I am going to tell you.
You march towards the assassination of
a dictator on condition that it's not you.
Well.
This is clear.
I'll go.
- What a relief! - We knew
he couldn't act otherwise. - A hero!
- Let us exchange clothes at once.
- Please, sit down.
You, Miss, have a way with mirrors.
Take care of the face.
Go ahead, don't be afraid!
He won't bite!
Raise your head. Like that.
We count on you,
Mr Lopez-Villa,
nothing is supposed to change
in the Colonel's habits and attitudes.
The Colonel is alive!
He is alive and well!
- See you tomorrow!
- This time he won't escape!
Don't spoil him for us
before the big day comes.
I will restrain myself.
He's a friend.
Stupefying resemblance.
It seems we only have to accentuate it.
What happened to
Colonel Octavio Prado Roth?
I'd like to know. After all
I am the President of the Council.
Our beloved Colonel works too hard.
You'll be the death of him!
He has fallen like a blob
onto a bed of fortune.
Sell, sell.
- It smells worse and worse.
- Call the newspaper.
If the rabbit dies before the dog barks,
we should take the plunge at once.
There are very alarming rumors.
What is true in all this?
- What do you mean?
- The Colonel!
These journalists
and their imagination!
Colonel Prado Roth!
Dear Colonel, we have
all been thrilled, gratified.
Aya! Aya!
I have never doubted the immortality
of the noble Colonel. Never.
- I am the first one to proclaim!
Aya Aya.
The molecules arrange themselves
in angles elastic.
The result, however,
is of an order politic
What is the relation between
the death of the colonel
and the luminous rays?
- None.
- None, he says.
You are mistaken.
We touch the outer edge.
Come with me.
You'll see the sun rise.
Come!
There will be no road,
only the great way.
The way that we follow
to flee error,
and any doubt.
We all will leave at home
our festive attire.
Careful not to lose our minds
we're on our way to kill the beast.
You are somewhat off-color.
And if you are half-dead,
it's of no importance for us.
In fact, you'll be dead anyway
in two hours.
I'm talking to you,
Coral, do you hear me?
Wake up, for goodness sake!
Your part's not done yet.
Olé!
What are the colonel's
engagements for today?
General Gonziano, Chief of Security
is summoned for twelve thirty.
The minister will receive
the general in bed.
I mean without getting out of bed.
You will play the go-between.
Deal with this Gonziano quickly
and don't show yourself to anyone.
But... at the racecourse?
The affair will be carried out
when you arrive at the grandstand.
Here is something to reassure you
as to the risks you are running
of being revealed.
May I ask whether the committee
plans a new general election?
New general election?
What for?
Under pretext of emerging
from a political crisis
we shan't fiddle with the constitutional
organization of the republic.
What is imperative, is that the people's
interests are entrusted to men
who represent veritable values.
Which are?
Which are?
What a singular question.
Authentic values, obviously.
Also...
Superior values.
I almost forgot those.
Coral, get up!
Get up!
As you are imminently to be killed...
as minister, colonel and dictator.
Pieces of you, massacred and
dragged about by the people
will be buried under the name of
Prado Roth, that goes without saying.
Do you have family?
- An old aunt.
- Perfect.
I have the honor to inform you,
that for them you are already dead.
You're being mourned as we speak.
Wherever you turn,
the horizon is blocked.
You are dead. Decidedly, the only
thing left for you is to die.
By the way, who's to kill you
at the racecourse?
Me.
No jokes, please.
In my absence, if for some reason
I weren't there
I mean in the uniform of a sergeant
of security, it should be Sgt. Sornossa.
Is he a good shoot?
Quite.
Quite.
You, no cold feet now!
Or I'll croak you.
That'll do.
I am an old utopian.
What you demand of this person
is superhuman.
You require that he, with a happy heart,
meet not only death but torture.
You cover him with the insignia
of power to lead him to slaughter.
This is what the Aztecs did.
Bookworm! You should know better!
But look at him!
What? You are afraid!
You don't want to die!
Nobody wants to die.
Therefore...
I will phone security.
Liberty screwed by this chickenshit.
I'll give you a beard like Ezekiel's.
All the left is condemned.
Repression will be terrible.
I recognize my mistakes.
I apologise to you all.
I will do whatever you wish.
I will go!
I will be having breakfast just opposite.
There is a teahouse.
- The Parisian?
- Sure.
They even serve
these langoustines.
Viva la liberté! It is only liberty
that counts! We'll live to see her coming!
All the city on their feet.
400,000 citizens. I can hear them.
Behind, farther away, everywhere.
Let us return to the wood.
Let us return to the roads.
What a herd!
Sweet flour of Guadalupe!
And the cows!
A walking anthill.
Even the bulls are coming
The bulls, too!
The courdigou, too!
Everyone on the streets of Balthazar.
Viva la liberté!
You kill yourselves in the mines.
You never rest.
Why? Because you are
not supposed to reflect.
Who will protect you?
Who will defend you? Liberty!
I will put you to bed.
Look at this rag doll!
He can't stay up straight!
Secret files have to be obtained.
And in the barracks
- there are golden ashtrays.
- Gold?
Solid gold. Are we going?
This once, you've piqued my interest.
Hit the road, noxious toad.
Mademoiselle.
Mademoiselle Nierth.
This is the end. The net's tightening.
They are going to kill me.
You will definitely fall in my esteem
if you let them kill you.
- But Sayas and your father...
- Don't involve them.
- What am I supposed to do?
- Revolt.
- Against whom or what?
- Against the revolution!
They want you to act the Colonel.
Well, act the part.
Act like him as long as you can.
Look at him.
He's not afraid of anyone.
He laughs at them.
Do you hear, Coral?
I am talking about you.
Proof? Please.
General Gonziano, Chief of Security
of the territory will be here shortly.
Holy Virgin!
The graduate Sayas
said that
I should have stayed in bed.
You fool! Receive the general standing
and remember that you are in charge.
Of course you will receive
the general here.
One can see almost as much.
General Gonziano is no fool.
He'll understand...
The Colonel is so fearsome, the General
will be delighted to see him changed.
So, what should I do?
Do as you please!
Do as you please!
Do what amuses you.
Act as if you were at home. You are
in charge. Everything here is yours.
The more brutality and injustice
the less his surprise.
General Gonziano!
I'll be here.
Watching you.
Show him in.
Minister, not
the least doubt remains.
Silent!
- A menace of extreme gravity
is upon us. - Silence!!
And public order.
The menace concerns...
- your person.
- I order you to sit!
No, no, no. Sit.
What is it?
- I order you to sit.
- But! - No buts!
I refuse to give you a lead.
As Chief of Security of this country
it is in my power...
Nothing is in your power.
- It is in my power... - Everything
is in my power and mine alone!
I hate pessimists.
Yes, my information points to...
I will hang you
by the middle finger!
But, Minister!
You! All I am asking! All!
Is to stop pestering my ears!
Security to General Prado Roth!
Security to General Prado Roth!
- There is a suspicious assembly
in Redemption Park. - Stop that!
in the vicinity of the forest.
Dear Joachim, where were we
before they came bothering me!
We were on the highway.
You had the grace to
ask me about this machine.
As I told you, the excavator permits
the advancement of 10m a day.
Let them make haste a little!
10m a day!
In our day and age!
The highways are somewhat slower
than the cars.
In this case the excavator replaces
a working day of 50 lumberjacks.
I see, it uproots trees and
lumberjacks at the same time.
But tell me, dear Joachim,
may I call you by your Christian name?
This is a favor to which the Colonel
had the grace to accustom me.
We are soon arriving at the edge of
the Valarte massif. - The Valarte massif?
- A piece! - The ground profile
makes a tunnel a necessity.
This tunnel will cost us
a lot of time.
- We will use the Jumbo, of course.
- The Jumbo?
It's not about our old dance
rhythms that were so lively.
But an electric pick on wheels.
An American system...
I suppose.
No, it is the idea of one of our
compatriots, engineer Tomas Ortiz Garel.
What?
At last, good news!
We must reward this engineer.
- Tomas Ortiz Garel is imprisoned.
- Reward him
in prison.
- I will make a note.
What pleases me,
what amuses me,
is the highway. I've decided.
The beginning the highway
will carry some students to the virgin
parts of public gardens. Adorable!
Dare to say that the area
is not all a public garden.
For the love of our America
I adore progress.
I want that the workers benefit
from formal guaranties or
the promise of such, no less formal.
Unfortunately
we still have tribes who live
in wretchedness
and the rest with those flags on our heads
and black between our toes, what are we?
Nonetheless some sort of tribe.
Which explains that we need
to be taught
by people who are stronger than us
and buy the fucked up junk.
Even if we have to feign sleeping
with that tiresome Marion Morene
so that the machines
and the strings
can be exchanged
under the table.
But these humiliating sacrifices
that I am offering
are for the Homeland,
for Justice and for Liberty.
What? You're still
here sonovabitch!
Not at the racecourse
getting killed?
What is happening?
Who is this man?
This animal was sticking all he could
lay his hands on into his pockets.
He slaughtered the jam jars with
pistol, while using the gun butt.
Such characters
in my office! Sir!
What are your policemen doing?
Me, a fanatic?
What about you?
He said he was for the Revolution,
that he would topple the Colonel.
When I killed the Colonel,
it worried me so much
the central committee decided
he would pass himself as the Colonel.
And it was agreed, that he would
let himself be killed at the races.
At three, because that is the hour
that the dance must commence.
And now he really takes himself
for the Colonel!
He knows the plan! He knows
where the weapons are stored!
The Revolution is fucked
because of him!
Rid me of this man!
The generals, the cops,
the officers, screw them all!
His aunt is a laundress. I killed
your crook of a Colonel.
He is a traitor to all sides.
Stop him, for Christ's sake!
Stop him! Stop him!
- General Gonziano!
- At your orders!
You, Battista, take notice!
The armored cars will
stay put until new orders.
Also the third regiment of line infantry.
Put the batteries in place.
The squadron
with their light vehicles
will surround the port.
Say, Pascual...
You will meet Morelli,
Alvrieux, all the bunch...
You know the password?
Justice and liberty.
They're only boys!
- Tell them there's
a light twist to the programme
with a demonstration
in front of the ministry.
They'll be suspicious.
Please understand!
I want to bring them all together
in a single heap,
to collect them all up...
to...
crush them!
If I must!
Who will protect you?
Who will defend you? Liberty!
With your teeth, with your eyes,
be the wolves!
Who will protect you?
Who will defend you? Liberty!
Don't get under my feet.
Darling, I'll act the Colonel
until the very end.
The end is nigh.
Kill him!
Kill him! The bastard!
Liberty!
They are strong. I know them.
When this kind of march is under way,
how would you stop it?
It's the ocean, it's nature.
We risk all falling in.
And now, the fat lady sings.
We will have the tyrant's skin.
We need nothing but
our hearts, and our hands.
Everybody to the ministry!
- Liberty! Liberty!
- Stop! Stop!
The moment has not yet come.
You are compromising our cause.
Stop!
My love! My friend! Thank you!
Thank you for me, for them,
for us. Thank you for everyone.
There is no example of anyone
who has gone so far in their sacrifice.
My friend, my love,
how great you are!
Miss...
don't take it wrong, what can I say,
I burst with heat, I explode with intensity!
Women sleep with men.
A filthy oddity.
The nurseries are proof. I voluntarily
admit that men sleep with women.
Well, it doesn't sting.
Which do you find of use?
- The blue ones.
- Me too.
- You too?
- For the armpits of course.
Breathe on me.
Coffee, cigarettes,
maybe a suspicious molar.
Am I disgusted? Wait a second.
I'm asking myself...
No, I'm not disgusted.
Something comes from here
and from there...
an extasis, an apotheosis...
I am fulfilled...
At last, I decline myself
in the feminine.
Ah, Coral, knight of heart and coral,
why didn't we meet earlier?
Our companions will make fire.
We will sleep under rough covers.
Horse butchers
guard herds of bulls and cows.
They come to the plateaus on horseback.
The plateaus of just balance:
The soil of the homeland,
the sky of humanity.
The past we never had.
Let me describe it in the future.
As if it were to be a day for us.
But it's in our reach.
The future is here.
What do we want?
We want to be just with justice.
We want to be free with freedom.
Freedom!
Whatever the color of his skin,
black or white,
a man is a man
when he is free.
Who will defend you?
Who will protect you?
Freedom!
Your little ones are starving.
Why?
Because from the hunger of your children
the employers make their dollars.
They are here.
I planted myself in such shit.
Don't ask for freedom! Take it!
She is like your children,
she is hungry!
Security to General Prado Roth.
We have information that groups
of rebels have entered the city.
When they are here, shoot into the crowd,
shoot into the crowd!
There it is. We are opening
our heart wide for them.
- Squash them all!
- Rather open the doors for them.
So that they cut my throat?
Don't argue.
Do as I tell you.
No shooting!
You will not slave away anymore
for the well-being of others!
What do you want?
What do you demand?
Freedom!
You will not slave away anymore
for the well-being of others!
What do you want?
What do you demand? Liberty!
What do you want?
What do you demand? Liberty!
Freedom!
What will you do
with all these people?
The Colonel will decide.
Freedom!
He is the only representative
of the will of the people.
Freedom!
The assault units are immediately
to gather Sgt. Sornosa and all the platoon
dispatched to the racecourse.
Is the Minister set on
going to the races?
Freedom!
I want to see Carlan win.
I was beastly unlucky.
There are so many people outside.
Worse than at mine when I throw a party.
"Freedom!"
I thought I'd never get here.
"Freedom!"...
Mr Palmas! You at the Colonel's?
I didn't think you liked him.
My personal feelings are of no import.
I am in good rapport with my country.
Legitimate aspirations of the people
and financial stability
find in Colonel Prado Roth
their common denominator.
This is how in our country...
When a house takes quite ill,
the wife of the patron...
turns into a demon.
And when dangers all flee,
in her husband's arms she'll be.
This is how it goes...
in our country.
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nation or regime in particular.
Like cabaret it plays upon contradictory
and often irreconcilable aspects
prevailing upon human souls and
historical situations any time, anywhere.
You're not ill!
Put it out at once!
If the forest starts smelling
like kitchen, we're done for.
- Who's that? - Debrieux,
specialist in handling crowds.
He worked miracles in Nicaragua.
Got the golden prize.
Inauguration of new slaughterhouses.
Reinforcements of police measures.
I admit that I cried
when I discovered that
Colonel Octavio Prado Roth,
guardian angel
of public liberties,
protector of business
and benefactor to commerce
deigns us with
a personal visit of encouragement
in front of our valiant horned beasts.
Outside of the city and the houses
which is the most beautiful house?
It's the large house Houren
of Guillermo de Ramonen.
Here green trees traverse
from the whole universe.
Stairs wind every which way,
A real smuggler cave
Rosewood parquet 'neath your toes
in the house of Anturios
belong to Igno Ramonen,
the king of coal and tungsten.
None of your fine points, Mr Morene,
will prevent you from yielding
to demographic pressure.
And for that
I congratulate myself.
I can hardly put up with the finger
you have in every pie.
We all wish, the revolutionary triumph
coincide with your downfall.
What you say has no import.
Look here.
The mines, tin and coal
and some oil here and there.
Majority-owned, all of it.
Fruit. Bananas, foremost.
As a banker I loan to farmers.
And as a banker
I collect 3 billion without a hitch.
Revolution
is a business like any other.
Sugar, business, millions.
His wife is Marion.
His daughter's heart could charm a king
He's the one who pulls the strings.
Sensational discovery. Professor Palmas.
I have succeeded in doubling matter.
Now's the time.
How are they?
You ask me the same thing over and over.
How are they supposed to be?
Women.
Women, my dear Gervasio,
I just don't understand them.
And yet, if anyone knows everything,
understands everything, it is you.
Women.
The last stand of the impenetrable.
Extreme triangle of biological mystery.
Mr Palmade, you see no
further than your own nose.
The main thing is to give them
a little something to chew on.
A kick in the gearbox
keeps the pistons pumping.
So, chin up, be brave,
They won't eat you.
Mesdemoiselles, I repeat
we are at a simplificatory phase
of the nuclear matter,
both fatal and classic,
common to all applications
of science.
It remains always the case that planes lose
their wings and the telegraph its wires.
The formula presented to you...
Mask up.
Bring him to the right.
The side where he has no equilibrium.
Idler.
He will be plucked.
He won't make it.
Go ahead! Stab him!
The mangy thing'll be eaten.
Bastard bird!
In this space, M. Biron
The whistlertrons, the heptatrons
The octotrons, and on and on
Science is such jolly fun
My friends and I are dying, dying to
discover if the doubling you've told of
is a theoretical construct
or spills out into reality.
Into reality, reality.
Due to electromagnetic modulation
I am able to demultiply all cells
of any living organism.
In this space, M. Biron
The whistlertrons, the heptatrons
The octotrons, and on and on
Science is such jolly fun
How? Look, it's only too simple.
The coil grinds the current...
Grind? Like the verb?
A pinch of molecules spill
onto the edge of the anode.
All that happens
as in a usual iconoscope
on condition that my receiver
works with radio cobalt.
Iconoscope?
- Radio cobalt?
- The pulverizing vibration
reaches the surface of the body
of which we desire a copy.
The copy resurges as I wish
at a given point in space,
in accordance with the viewing angle.
Thus at Hiroshima space should have
been provided to accommodate the city.
- City? Which city?
- Hiroshima.
Hiroshima?
Obviously, in case they decided
not to destroy Hiroshima,
the bastards!
but to make another one off it,
one just like it.
- Marvellous.
- No, not marvellous, infantile.
I have started with radar,
which in turn has evolved from a frame
that, in its turn, was created
by a mirror. One-two.
I send, I receive,
in a word, I rhyme.
We would be thrilled if you showed
us that. But what can we duplicate?
This! This!
Doesn't matter. This ball.
Plug it in.
One reservation though:
the copy will soon disintegrate.
- How soon?
- At most, 56 hours.
And a human body?
Under the same conditions,
could your system reproduce it as well?
Nothing prevents it.
It will be appropriate in any case
for the experimenter to penetrate
the subject of his experiment.
What if it's a woman?
Especially if it is a woman.
How silly they are!
Their questions do correspond however
to my own concerns.
You see, Gervasio,
what our leftist movements lack,
is the force of breath,
is the song of the heart.
Without the breath, without the heat,
without that which carries the song,
everything is bound to fall.
But with the breath, everything takes off
and rises. To conclude:
The disinherited must find
their Jeanne d'Arc.
The short-haired one?
The living banner, I will make
it with my own hands.
Tavio? Tavio? Are you there, Tavio?
Of course, I am waiting for you.
You know I love, only you.
When?
I'm begging you!
Tell me, when? It's too long!
You're tearing it!
- Ouch! You're hurting me!
- It's the evil!
It says his name when he leaves.
Tavio? Tavio?
He's hung up.
When will Madame cut her folly short?
It's becoming obvious Madame that she
would do better being my daughter.
If Madame, she were my daughter
I would put her in a triple tower
so she doesn't stomp around.
Leave me alone.
Get away.
They are curling.
A sign of rain.
Also, the star Jupiter
has foreseen this in the night.
In three days, however much it rains,
the knight will knock.
- He will knock.
- Go away!
A mare who wants to run
always finds a rider.
Vampire! Brute!
Aborigine! Bowler hat!
You are making a lot of effort
to get rid of the staff.
Your husband knows perfectly well
that I am with you.
This kind of guy I call a pimp.
I know pimps very well.
But between the two of you, really!
I am Colonel Octavio Prado Roth!
Minister of War,
Director of Military Intelligence
General Administrator
of Civil Requests,
responsible for area surveillance
Director of the Police
General Tax Surveyor
and Surveyor
of the Public...
Gardens.
All this I have obtained
through merit, by my work.
I am not like you all,
son of any father.
I did not need anyone
to be born into the world.
At 20 years of age...
a bell-hop for a restaurant,
I educated myself at nights
in my loft,
by the glow of my bugle.
You must have polished it quite often!
In a corner I placed a candle.
And it is a man of this mold
that you treat like a pimp.
Octavio, listen to me! It's
all very beautiful, the loft, the bugle.
Very beautiful,
cold wars,
hot wars and warmed up wars.
Even civil wars!
How? What?
Sure, it's clear. If the republic were
covered in canons, no one would mock us.
We'd shake the whole world
with canon balls.
America would buy from us
instead of selling us.
What?
We can multiply objects ad infinitum!
It's in all the journals.
You must take sides.
You must see Palmas.
Come on! Read!
An ideologist! A dialectic snake
slithering on my way.
A brain acrobat!
A sack of lab bugs!
You are about to let go
the chance of a lifetime.
I'm sick and tired
of your train of thought!
What I need is a lady.
A real lady.
There it is, a word of truth.
Not a train.
I need to relax,
to distract myself.
Where is your daughter-in-law?
Mire, Morene's daughter?
There's nothing better than a girl
to make a statesmen's moustaches curl.
When you come and visit me...
They are always at the ministry.
Go directly to my room,
last left at the end of the corridor
on the first floor.
Watch yourself, you bastard.
The crooks are coming.
Your last twilight
is descending fast.
Professor!
Dear professor! I'm at a loss for words
to say how happy I am, I'm delighted.
There are moments I'd not give away
for mountains of gold.
You must hate me for
keeping you away from your work.
The need to see you
has been such a torment
that a day of delay counts for a century.
How could I resist?
Palmas, graduate.
The greatest of our men of science.
The greatest and the smallest.
I mean, the most modest.
The most reserved, like me.
Like me in my tastes.
Modest, you see.
Gold and marble,
no fake nor stucco.
Wherever you publish,
I buy all those journals in bulk.
When I lie down,
I lay them on my bed.
But, I'll forget my head next?
What can I offer you?
- Whisky?
- I am a liberal, Madame.
- Then vodka?
- I repeat, I am a liberal.
Please take off your coat at least.
Make yourself comfortable.
I swept everything clean.
You are terribly uncomfortable. Let me
help you. Come, come, come, come!
My instructor!
My great man! My professor
of everything. Here, that's it.
And take this cushion.
No, not there, here, here!
As for me, I'll be happy
in a tiny little corner.
Is that OK? Are you comfortable?
Please look at me, Professor.
I am quite alright, Madame,
please.
Ouch! My leg! It hurts again.
- What do you think?
- I'm not a doctor!
How can I use a doctor?
I need a sorcerer.
But, Madame.
It surprises me,
that others may suffer.
And women are others
par excellence.
And I am no less surprised that they may,
and it's a fine point, experience.
- The opposite of suffering.
- The opposite of suffering?
But Professor...
This sort of problem...
Really! You are fourteen.
I find women exasperating in that
I am unable to penetrate them.
- Are you unmarried?
- Oh, unmarried...
Women are as closed to me as mice,
or stones, if that shocks you any less.
What a sorcerer brings about
or believes to bring about...
The possession of a conscience
which is not his.
Such is, I confess, a little mania
of your devoted servant.
I'm coming to the point.
But in waiting you're rotting!
You're rotting whilst teaching!
What the government is waiting for,
damn it all,
to be able to give you laboratories,
megatons, psychotrons,
stenographers, helicopters,
millions, all that is needed.
I have two feet on the ground,
and two hands.
I'd like to pose a question.
What do you make of the Colonel?
The Colonel, I'd stuff him!
Yes, Madame!
- That's what I'd do with the Colonel.
- The Colonel is not that evil.
And the constitution? Do you know
what he plans to do with the Constitution?
No, I won't tell you.
You are a woman.
The Constitution? Octavio has
only the best plans for it.
And what distinguishes him
from all other politicians,
is that he isn't a man of words.
Blah-blah-blah-blah....
He is a butterfly
with a cavalry saber!
But people only need a mouthful.
It's a sure thing, simple math.
You have healed me. I told you
you were something of a sorcerer.
I read lots of stories.
A sorcerer, as you say,
is able to transfer
into a piece of stone
or even a corpse,
the energy he is charged with.
Magic is an ancient science.
Science is young magic.
Exactly.
We have been present, me
and my husband, at scenes of sorcery.
Notice that it's always the same.
One experiences doubts
as to whether it is staged or real.
Explorers change into tourists
and savages become actors.
Now, I must say,
two years in a forest,
and no jostling.
Men follow on their heels,
a bird's feather,
a fish bone
charge with the force to be false,
life enters death,
Spirit returns to stone,
the diver touches the shore.
Scientists are
all little boys, you know.
Guess what it cost us. Guess.
Some cigarette packs, I suppose.
What a prophet!
Four feathers of Wira-kuru
on Mukara's skin.
The four flashes of lightning.
- The four lengths of return.
- Wonderful! Is it yours?
It's pre-Cortezian mythology.
- Gripping!
- Through my mother,
I have had a share of Wutoto's blood.
Wutoto! Now I understand!
I understand the power
you exercise over objects.
- I would like to show you so much!
- You'd like it that much!
It seems miraculous.
What do you mean, miraculous?
You will see by yourself.
- But it's a common...
- What - No, no...
The energy is not in the reels,
darling. It's there.
Tell me. Can your contraption
replicate a canon?
- Why a canon? - A canon that would
be able to shoot like one. Bang!
Nothing to prevent that.
But my consent will be necessary.
And so, reduplications will follow
and the republic, in the end,
will be covered with canons.
In theory, yes, but...
What are all the canons for?
I said canon
as I would say bombers.
The U.S.A. would give their eye teeth for
your bombers That's what they're for.
You wouldn't have an amplifier?
No, not really.
A fork will do.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
That's it, very good.
There we are.
Where's the socket?
- There, in the corner.
- Thrilling.
- Can you sing?
- Why?
When a sorcerer gets to work,
it's necessary a woman sings.
Sing? There is nothing easier.
Do you have a beauty spot?
Can't you see?
I have one here.
Well, the beauty spot will be
on the hip, no doubt.
The hip?
On the hip of the woman
that I will build in your image.
- Will she look like me?
- To the point of being mistaken for you.
- I forbid you.
- Don't move. I am capturing you.
- It is time to fill the frame.
- No, I forbid you to try it on me.
Do not forget
that you are a functionary.
Please don't move,
I'm aiming.
No. I am not a molecule.
Look out! It's coming.
What sort of woman is this?
In that outfit.
- Who is it? Oh, who is it?
- You.
- Me?
- Your exact replica.
- My god! I could chop off my hands
for having received you.
First, why is she naked?
What if she starts talking and walking
around with my tongue and my legs?
Professor, you scare me so.
What are you hiding?
I order you! I order you
to make that thing disappear.
Or I'll call....
No one will believe you.
We are alone in this, darling.
Alone.
And you are exulting just like me.
Sulking, but exulting.
And my invention
instead of serving the schemes
of your stupid colonel
will bring our unhappy brothers
the light, the warmth,
the flame that they lack.
Like a sorcerer penetrating death
I will enter
deep into this simulacrum of you.
Professor?
Professor? Are you there?
I can't see you.
What is happening?
The horror! What horror!
There we are!
Here I am!
Me, Democrito Palmas,
I am in the woman.
Epidermis and organism.
It sways and it rolls.
The torch has stopped fumbling
in the dark.
I am a mammal at last, for good.
Where are you heading?
Some physicians inoculate themselves.
Me,
scuba diver of biology,
I immerse myself in woman.
I adhere to what I explore.
The error succumbs
as the distance perishes.
My mother...
appeared to me
to be heavy.
But no. Not at all.
A blimp.
I feel light, so light.
Should I put on a bra?
I will. For the shape.
And this kind of ribbon?
with the hanging buttons.
It's for the stockings.
This is amusing, I must admit.
This must go there.
What a funny mechanism.
My dress by Nina de Ricci!
Damn it all!
I'm not sure how to put it on
so that it sits right.
Ah! The way I speak!
All in the masculine.
I have to conform to my new sex.
From the grammatical angle, too.
It's not a question of chronaxie.
Man turns into woman,
Flour into wheat.
But hunger is still there,
the hole is still as great.
Theodora?
Theodora?
Theodora?
What occupies Madame now?
He has dared! He copied me!
So?
My granny told how, before the Spanish,
not that long ago,
the dead, they were made to walk.
For walking, for sitting,
how striking it is to be a woman!
Nothing in the way or sticking out.
Below the waist
one basks in the void.
What lightness! What happiness!
I am free! Freedom, that's me!
Women! What are you waiting for
in your fourteen skirts?
Die in squalor?
Rise out of your misery!
Walk! Run! Rise!
Be free!
Do not ask for liberty, take it!
Free men make free nations!
The experiment is in process.
I am a dancer, my friend.
Ah, it's you?
Yes, this is me. I've come.
Mr Pascual, is it here?
It is here.
I thought you weren't coming.
See, Mr Pascual,
I promised I'd come. And I have.
It's cardboard, my friend, your cavern.
Who is on the other side.
I don't know.
People. Nobody.
- Daddy's in the mines too.
- Daddy, too?
You won't lump your father
in with those poor wretches
dying in the mines?
Well, Pascual.
Is that all you have to say?
I am a student.
Some students are golden,
I am next to nothing.
You, you are the enemy.
Banana, coffee, cod.
- There is no cod production
in the republic. - Here's a chance!
You can be the fishwife.
You'll pull all the strings you want.
Strings, my friend, are prone to tear.
Let's talk about that.
Your father has the Colonel.
He can cough up plenty.
In tennis you are more skilled.
The balls follow you.
You seem to call them.
You charm them.
I don't know how you manage.
A racket must be balanced.
493g weighted
with pharmaceutical accuracy.
Too heavy at the head,
and it carries you off.
Too light, and you cramp up.
Your wrist hardens
to the point of breaking.
My dear Pascual. Now that
we're through with all those follies...
...die and go to hell.
Gentlemen.
This meeting is the last one prior
to the execution of the Colonel.
They want to kill the Colonel.
...we will force Greece
to produce meat for the nation,
- for humanity!
- Who bothers you in the government?
- The one shouting is father's friend.
- Quiet.
For pity's sake!
For your father's sake.
I cried. I wailed like a banshee
when in our executive chamber
the flower of bulk butchery
sounded the republican hymn
The banner of liberty!
...is rising in our hands!
- Sit!
Everybody be seated! Sit!
One is drowning in spittle.
In Spain the spittle
fucked us up big time.
Spittle needs a lot of time to kill.
As for me, the spittle
comes out of my balls.
Thank you, Colonel Cain.
You, Ezekiel?
In the Chibcha quarter they live together
in families of thirty, dying of humidity.
You know what Chibcha means?
It means poor.
People who don't eat, are eaten by lice.
Water at will, but no canalisation.
Chibcha like me, we were the first,
before the Spaniards came, we were there.
They die waiting. Instead, they make
a statue of the Holy Virgin of Chibchas.
Friends!
It is bestial to again have to
go through all the reasons
which determine us
to fight against tyranny.
I have something
more digestible to serve you.
We have informed the police.
One of us is a traitor. He must pay.
- Who is he.
- Don't move.
He is practically dead already.
The Central Bureau condemned him today.
- He'll be executed.
- Shout and we'll be heard.
- Name him! Bastard!
- He's here among us. He'll show himself.
I authorize him to say a few words,
but it won't change a thing.
Coral, you know me. It's not me,
It's not possible.
Listen to me, please.
Coral, you can't do this to me.
I met this photographer by chance
outside the district.
It's chance that brought us together.
Password? So what,
should I have run away?
All my life I've chewed
on Cain's balls.
- Listen, if you move we're both dead...
- Now I'm a man, I wash my feet.
- I'm not afraid to die.
- Unhappy silence.
You call this a man!
You and the Colonel are alike.
It's done, Ezekiel,
you are going to die!
Fucking crook!
Goddamn roach!
Do you live in this cubbyhole?
Somewhat crammy for two.
Your profession?
- I'm a student.
- Imbeciles.
Fun from morning till night.
Clumsy oaf!
Get your foot of that.
Senator Turnosch.
What are you doing here?
I made that one myself.
That'll do.
You, student, take him down.
Put him in your sheets. They'll be
dirty. Nothing more natural in a hotel.
Don't be afraid. The boss of the barracks
is an advocate for liberty.
- Go!
- With this guy?
With this guy, you pipsqueak.
Ezekiel, this evening, you'll be
tucked up in your coal sack.
And this stool pigeon
will be flying up the chimney.
The gasworks night crew
are all for justice and liberty too.
Uncle, we don't
need you anymore.
With my heart,
I'd rather leave.
Mademoiselle, what are you
doing alone with this guy?
I wasn't alone, Colonel.
I was with him.
Colonel? I don't like this.
Now, you are Morene's daughter.
The sugar factories,
the coal mines.
You are well informed.
I will search you.
Search me? You're not serious.
The Revolution
does not joke. Undress!
- I'm hiding nothing.
- Nothing?
- Nothing.
- Show me.
- I want to clean them.
- I'll clean you up.
I'll take care of him.
Less noise that way.
Haven't you understood anything?
He works for us.
He brought the girl.
Such people we employ nowadays!
The meeting is adjourned.
What you must
get into your head, Miss...
is that we are after the Colonel's skin.
In two days, at your place, Anturios
you'll give your spring ball.
You will invite me. I'm your friend,
and you will invite me.
If you do not move the world,
The world's riches you will lack,
but if you go into the world,
the world can't hold you back.
It's you? What have you put on?
As you see.
I am a sergeant of the police.
So you're in the Colonel's service.
I thought you didn't like him?
The Colonel is a scumbag!
- So what's this?
- The government hands them out to us.
It will happen at the racecourse.
The day after tomorrow, Sunday.
- Are you into racing?
- Horses excite me!
On Sunday, don't go.
I'll be on duty in the grandstand.
I'll have my
prescription machine gun.
I'll gun down the Colonel
at the end of the third race.
When the teletypes publish
the results of the third,
our friends around the country will know
this scumbag Octavio Prado Roth
has collected his last salvo.
I swear to you,
might is right.
And me, I can shoot straight.
When the Colonel is eliminated,
we will distribute the arms.
We are expecting a full boat of them,
The Leopard.
Where are the arms coming from?
Whether for the government,
or its opponents,
weapons will always come
from the same supplier.
Augusto, what a philosopher you are!
Weapons have no opinions.
Come, you.
This evening
the peppers swim in cream.
What does he mean, pepper?
A policeman,
and you are the cream.
The Leopard hasn't arrived.
Ask for the "Diario National"!
Old Montene can well be a reactionary,
that'll always make him a buck.
Ask for the "Diario National"!
I bet there are miners in here
from Cognaka,
who would be hard pressed to name
their trade union initials
in the correct order.
So one day they appear at Galitto's
and for them it's like bathing
in music, in light!
Don't speak so loudly!
All the free citizens
of a free republic
have the right to paint!
Painting, philosophy!
Atlantic, Pacific,
I float between the two
If you want to see the Tropics,
look into my baby blues.
When I dance with him,
I do not dance with Pedro,
When I trot with Pedro,
I do not trot with Luis
The Iberian-American
sings and dances best
We practice music
That gives life to all the rest
When I float with Luis,
I do not float with Marco
When I trot with Luis
I do not trot with you,
And this mouth on my mouth
of a persecuted guy
As soon as my tongue touches you
You know liberty
When I dance with Luis,
I do not dance with Pedro
When I dance with Pedro,
I do not dance with Luis
Brava! Brava!
The whole race, now embrace
possess me, my public
Our clamour for love effaces
everything that makes us weak
When I dance with Marco
I do not dance with Pedro
When I dance with Luis
I do not dance with Pablo
What a number!
Madame!
With all my heart,
what talent you have!
- Is this your first production here?
- First time for anything!
- Really? You've never been
in the theatre before? - Never.
It's not usual for such stars to show
the clients their birth certificates,
or their passports.
As you see, I'm not secretive.
Madame, may I have the pleasure
of seeing you at this address?
There is a ball tomorrow.
Mademoiselle, I am infinitely grateful
for your invitation
which I accept without reserve.
If you deem my presence acceptable
without inconvenience.
Latin America is one huge
termites' nest of dictators.
None of our republics has succeeded in
getting rid of their epauletted bogeymen.
The military envoys,
I give you my word,
of the Spanish or Portuguese king,
invisible, ineradicable, eternal.
Take for instance boxing.
Bantamweight, flyweight,
we have them by the score, but when
it comes to putting on a heavyweight
one has to go looking,
I assure you.
And science, believe me,
we're so small, so small.
- I assure you.
- Conclusion?
When your crappy colonel hits the ground,
his face crushed underfoot,
and this moment's not far off,
we will give our people
the only remedy that can save them.
The only one!
- Which remedy?
- A liberal, democratic state.
- We shall see!
- I believe the moment has come.
- In any case, I am ready.
- What are you waiting for?
What I am waiting for?
The big moment in my life.
I am waiting to meet the tyrant,
face to face, real close.
My friend, you are priceless.
When liberty triumphs, I will consider
paying attention to your good looks.
- Till tomorrow!
- Until tomorrow, noble knight!
In the time when time passes,
time makes time pass,
The time passes into space,
The time passes into time.
What a surprise! I didn't think I'd have
the pleasure of seeing you at my place.
Would you have
an invisible clasp?
A charming pretext!
All the clasps you like.
Have you never seen me?
What's bothering you?
Imagine, yesterday I went to
a sort of cabaret performance.
And there was this woman,
and it was you!
- She looked exactly like you!
- You're a pain in the neck!
I have invited 3,000 people tonight,
generals, ministers, writers, and the like.
How can one expect there
not to be a bunch of bores,
layabouts and nincompoops.
Well. When the Colonel appears,
you storm into the cavalry song.
Of course, you'll never
top the voice of the Colonel.
Should we cut the lobsters
in two or in four, director?
As usual. Ask the maitre-d.
But what about you?
- Do you know your job well?
- My job, I'll do it.
Put down your cigarette.
- Learn to do your job!
- My job, I'll do it!
I have the honour to inform you
the Colonel will arrive at 23:30.
- My house belongs to the Colonel.
-The police are all in civil attire.
- And so, invisible.
- Mackintosh and black fedora, I know.
Ah! I recognise one
who passes through walls!
I couldn't hold back, these two
in disguise wanted to dance.
We're in no doubt.
How do I introduce you?
Wait... I am engineer...
Exquisite!
- Like the cigarette!
- You are an engineer?
He's a friend from abroad.
He comes from the mountains.
In the mountains we eat outside.
With all the waste from tonight
you could feed a child for a month!
There'll be one at least,
as you are here.
The right runs the risk of making
too many concessions to the left.
So that in the end, no one can
recognise themselves.
And that puts
the whole country in a fever!
And when fever rises,
shares fall.
Trust me, my friend, sell.
Do as I do, sell.
Do you recognise him, Miss?
- Who?
- The loofah.
- The waiter.
- This one?
He took employment
uncorking bottles here.
- At the same time, he's checking me.
- I see, trust prevails.
Revolutionaries may sway,
revolution is perpendicular.
Viva! Viva!
Rise. Do as everybody else. Come on,
Get up. Higher, bigger, make haste.
This guy. Seeing him,
I'd fuck it all up.
You hear that! Constitutional
securities are suspended,
youth is deprived of ideals.
Small farming enterprises still
work as 3,000 years ago.
You know what he gives the owners.
- Think of a number!
- I'm not very knowledgable.
More than 7%! And the bastard laughs.
That's what it means to him.
Dear Joaquim,
I had no doubt
that Velasquez, the great painter
had painted your portrait.
Look! I am talking about the midget!
Don't be so shocked. This Velasquez is
probably fake like all the Velasquez.
- Bastard! - Would you like
to describe the political
situation of your beautiful land?
Who could be better qualified to answer
than Mr President of the Council?
So I will do my bit.
One more... time.
Joaquim!
What has been
exhausting the revolution?
The opportunists.
Apostles of democracy and violence
are in dispute over our flesh.
Thanks to Colonel
Octavio Prado Roth
we could, until now, eschew the shame
of being in the hands of a single person.
- This is rich!
- Quite rich!
Let us raise our glasses to the health
of one that I'll allow myself
to call a swell guy!
- I'll do him in!
- Continue, and I'll kiss you!
Le Colonel Octavio Prado Roth!
I hope he doesn't choke.
Watch out, damn it!
He still has the whole day.
- His life is important to you?
- Too much.
The worst thing the Colonel could do
the pinnacle of meanness, would be
to croak before the set date.
It's no fun here.
Come with us!
While you are playing the fool,
there are wretches dying!
Not far from here are street puddles
where the disinherited come to get water.
They are repugnant!
The poet!
The whole odour is in the tail,
like in lobsters.
Under the eyes of the bleached out sun,
Amazon springs from underground
Amazon springs out from the night
of the elementary mountain.
Child, little child, who wants
to touch the moss
and the flower...
of danger.
Small child who wants to dance
and there and there
And suddenly the foam
and the... racket...
Of capitals, the problems,
the plugged up chambers
You should have stayed in Europe,
on Montmartre.
While you guard this crook of a Colonel
you'll remain the shame of the Earth.
You haven't read Hugo I suppose. Well
I have! And Lamartine who explains all!
Unproductive! Pretentious!
Children of the Pope!
And among us
the one who loomed over him
A line of double blood
which is Spanish and Chibcha
that makes our homeland
united, one and complete
Ah, Mr Palmas,
you have returned?
I have defended him well for you.
- Leave! - It's you,
it's more you than I could imagine.
- This is rather amusing.
- For me it's a catastrophe.
- They will all be thrilled.
- It's a scandal.
This Palmas!
Heavens, what a whale!
I'll harpoon it...
willingly!
One whose mother is misery,
one whose goods are pain and trouble
- This is the one closest to my heart
- Back off, you band of brutes!
It's for him that my heart
tick... tick... tock
I don't care if you're shocked
I cherish whom I will
Let him be!
I choose without hesitation
Such as loses
days inside your hell
Go showy popinjay
Go now where they wait
Step over the assholery
Va-va-ou, Va-Va-ou,
The easy way, if I may say
In the mine
and on the Pampas
When I'm naked
with no comb and no bath
It's to the world I give, give, give
The oil from my balls,
to everyone even to crooks
because I am good, very good
and I say
I am your paradise
Go showy popinjay
Go where you are expected
Step over the assholery
Va-va-va-ou,
Va-va-va-ou,
All in one,
Let them come together
and climb my flanks
they are so nice,
for blacks, whites and brown
for the emigrant and the autochtone
That get shoved back,
and they wield the baton on
starved to death,
lice crawl in view
those whose faces stand out among you
the dogs, the ouroboros
Va-va-là-où,
Va-va-là-où,
You'll see the drama if it goes bang.
- Where is he? - In the cellar maybe.
I know the place, I'll take you there.
Sometimes they stage spectacles there,
the cultural side of my mother-in-law.
Here we are in the dressing rooms.
Look, this is awful!
The bastard! It's all done for!
Damn him, he's no longer alive!
How can I kill him tomorrow, now?
- You have no tact.
- Well, what about him!
A dirty trick he's played me!
Croaking on the eve
of his own death.
He was so alive, alive and well!
Always gallant. One could hear him
laugh from ten meters away.
- Have you seen the Colonel.
- Here he is.
A doctor! Right away! A doctor!
No doctor can help.
I won't hold back.
This premature death is a catastrophe.
No one in our entourage
must know of his death.
Don't stir from here.
No one should enter this room.
It must be made clear to everyone
that the Colonel is slightly unwell.
- La Morene is coming.
- She mustn't know.
What's happening? What is it?
We're busy. Leave us.
The rising of price of sugar
is not worrisome if accompanied
by a consumers' strike.
But no one considers putting salt in their
coffee. Return at once to the guests.
What are all these secrets!
Everyone must dance upstairs.
The Colonel is adamant about this.
Do as I say
and leave me alone.
Darling, go upstairs
and bring me the medicines.
I guarantee you that
we're at a turning point.
- You believe so? Anyway, as for me,
I've always defended liberty.
Whatever happens, I have no fear.
But let others clink their glasses.
- The Colonel is conversing
with my husband. - Perfect.
Look at all the funeral faces? Rouse
yourselves, my little angels, shake a leg!
I want to see a spring in your step.
Dance, amuse yourselves.
You are young, damn it!
- Hey!
- Who's looking for me?
- My father!
- Her father?
Excuse me, I dozed off.
As soon as it strikes ten,
I fly to he regions of the dead,
who are the real living beings.
How strange, isn't it?
- What is? - That we are
in this square block.
Grace is with you.
Spirit, with me.
You have freed us
of all logical necessities
by the sole virtue of starry numbers.
You, an old friend of my father!
I take our embrace for granted.
The archangel always
knows where to strike.
You'll see here in a moment
the leaders of revolutionary movements
to which you belong.
Don't worry.
I'm not reproaching you.
Gentlemen, no one will reproach you
for your loyalty to the Colonel.
His death sets you free. These
gentlemen have, for several months,
constituted the Central
Bureau of the Revolution.
Invested with the
formidable honor of leading
the Republic after
the announced popular uprising.
- Announced?
- Ordered.
At any rate,
fatal and foreseen.
It's a catastrophe!
Gentlemen,
I give you my word that
the Central Bureau has nothing
to do with this regrettable accident
Frankly, I can't imagine that this homicide
was plotted by the victim himself.
- If so, by whom?
- By a number of isolated fanatics.
A revolution prematurely started
cannot but fail.
Look at Europe!
The uprising against
the Chancellor Adolf Hitler,
you know what I mean,
of July 20th, 1944, fell through!
It was 12:42 exactly.
The causes of this failure?
On the one hand, the lack of any
real agreement between the conspirators.
- On the other hand...
- The bomb. They chose a bomb.
It's mathematically proven,
that the infallibility of bombs manifests
itself in international wars only!
What is to be done?
He's not there.
We must move on.
Without weapons we cannot act.
Excuse me! A delayed boat shan't
make you miss the meeting of a century!
- More grand expressions!
- The material side is what's important.
- We can always postpone.
- Await their move.
We must call the Americans.
Conclusion: at a set day and hour
a series of events must be set in motion.
The Colonel must be assassinated
tomorrow at the racecourse grandstand.
- After the third race.
- But dear Guillermo,
how will the Colonel not only let
himself be assassinated at the racecourse
- but even get there in the first place?
- We will gun down his corpse.
- Who'll take on this dirty task?
- You.
Shoot a corpse?
This sort of idea can only
grow in capitalist realms.
Young man, you are right.
Somebody, who is alive and well
will have to play the Colonel's part.
A volunteer.
This volunteer, this hero,
is here with us.
It is you, young man.
No!
Descend, me, to
the place of the Colonel?
No. For me the revolution is over.
I've seen enough. Done enough.
Farewell, I'm going home.
For example, Pio!
Dear Pio!
Here you are!
A good man, at last.
And a true fighter.
The sight of him
warms your soul, huh?
Him!
During the civil war he did not
content himself to preaching as you did.
He showed himself,
risked his life.
Tell them!
All you've done.
Tell them.
Go ahead!
- Go ahead!
- In Spain, we did not wear gloves.
The girls of the Right, when we could
lay our hands on one, we let her have it!
With beret on head,
without spitting out the cigarette,
the Francoist bitch ended up
screaming with pleasure!
And all that time her mother stood
behind the door with her rosary.
This one here? I killed him!
What? You did?
I couldn't restrain myself.
When the chick started singing...
I ran up behind this scumbag colonel
and hammered him from behind,
the best way
to finish him off without a gun,
I entered after him
and continued on his skull
and throttling. I couldn't resist.
It's stronger than me.
You've lost your mind.
We'll put you on trial.
We'll condemn you!
Later!
But as you represent revolutionary
sincerity... Which is what it is, isn't it?
How do you propose to work around
the confusion that you've created?
He is asking you...
How do we deal with the shit
that you've dragged us through?
Speak. We will do as you say.
There is no second choice.
Just one option.
- Out with it!
- Someone must sacrifice themself.
- Someone? Who?
- A volunteer, of course.
- Who? Say it!
- Who?
You know very well.
You are like him.
There is only you.
Goodness gracious.
But... Pio!
Pio!
You want my pals to
shoot me?
Is that what you're saying?
Mr Alvarez...
you are worrying me.
There is one thing that you don't know
and I am going to tell you.
You march towards the assassination of
a dictator on condition that it's not you.
Well.
This is clear.
I'll go.
- What a relief! - We knew
he couldn't act otherwise. - A hero!
- Let us exchange clothes at once.
- Please, sit down.
You, Miss, have a way with mirrors.
Take care of the face.
Go ahead, don't be afraid!
He won't bite!
Raise your head. Like that.
We count on you,
Mr Lopez-Villa,
nothing is supposed to change
in the Colonel's habits and attitudes.
The Colonel is alive!
He is alive and well!
- See you tomorrow!
- This time he won't escape!
Don't spoil him for us
before the big day comes.
I will restrain myself.
He's a friend.
Stupefying resemblance.
It seems we only have to accentuate it.
What happened to
Colonel Octavio Prado Roth?
I'd like to know. After all
I am the President of the Council.
Our beloved Colonel works too hard.
You'll be the death of him!
He has fallen like a blob
onto a bed of fortune.
Sell, sell.
- It smells worse and worse.
- Call the newspaper.
If the rabbit dies before the dog barks,
we should take the plunge at once.
There are very alarming rumors.
What is true in all this?
- What do you mean?
- The Colonel!
These journalists
and their imagination!
Colonel Prado Roth!
Dear Colonel, we have
all been thrilled, gratified.
Aya! Aya!
I have never doubted the immortality
of the noble Colonel. Never.
- I am the first one to proclaim!
Aya Aya.
The molecules arrange themselves
in angles elastic.
The result, however,
is of an order politic
What is the relation between
the death of the colonel
and the luminous rays?
- None.
- None, he says.
You are mistaken.
We touch the outer edge.
Come with me.
You'll see the sun rise.
Come!
There will be no road,
only the great way.
The way that we follow
to flee error,
and any doubt.
We all will leave at home
our festive attire.
Careful not to lose our minds
we're on our way to kill the beast.
You are somewhat off-color.
And if you are half-dead,
it's of no importance for us.
In fact, you'll be dead anyway
in two hours.
I'm talking to you,
Coral, do you hear me?
Wake up, for goodness sake!
Your part's not done yet.
Olé!
What are the colonel's
engagements for today?
General Gonziano, Chief of Security
is summoned for twelve thirty.
The minister will receive
the general in bed.
I mean without getting out of bed.
You will play the go-between.
Deal with this Gonziano quickly
and don't show yourself to anyone.
But... at the racecourse?
The affair will be carried out
when you arrive at the grandstand.
Here is something to reassure you
as to the risks you are running
of being revealed.
May I ask whether the committee
plans a new general election?
New general election?
What for?
Under pretext of emerging
from a political crisis
we shan't fiddle with the constitutional
organization of the republic.
What is imperative, is that the people's
interests are entrusted to men
who represent veritable values.
Which are?
Which are?
What a singular question.
Authentic values, obviously.
Also...
Superior values.
I almost forgot those.
Coral, get up!
Get up!
As you are imminently to be killed...
as minister, colonel and dictator.
Pieces of you, massacred and
dragged about by the people
will be buried under the name of
Prado Roth, that goes without saying.
Do you have family?
- An old aunt.
- Perfect.
I have the honor to inform you,
that for them you are already dead.
You're being mourned as we speak.
Wherever you turn,
the horizon is blocked.
You are dead. Decidedly, the only
thing left for you is to die.
By the way, who's to kill you
at the racecourse?
Me.
No jokes, please.
In my absence, if for some reason
I weren't there
I mean in the uniform of a sergeant
of security, it should be Sgt. Sornossa.
Is he a good shoot?
Quite.
Quite.
You, no cold feet now!
Or I'll croak you.
That'll do.
I am an old utopian.
What you demand of this person
is superhuman.
You require that he, with a happy heart,
meet not only death but torture.
You cover him with the insignia
of power to lead him to slaughter.
This is what the Aztecs did.
Bookworm! You should know better!
But look at him!
What? You are afraid!
You don't want to die!
Nobody wants to die.
Therefore...
I will phone security.
Liberty screwed by this chickenshit.
I'll give you a beard like Ezekiel's.
All the left is condemned.
Repression will be terrible.
I recognize my mistakes.
I apologise to you all.
I will do whatever you wish.
I will go!
I will be having breakfast just opposite.
There is a teahouse.
- The Parisian?
- Sure.
They even serve
these langoustines.
Viva la liberté! It is only liberty
that counts! We'll live to see her coming!
All the city on their feet.
400,000 citizens. I can hear them.
Behind, farther away, everywhere.
Let us return to the wood.
Let us return to the roads.
What a herd!
Sweet flour of Guadalupe!
And the cows!
A walking anthill.
Even the bulls are coming
The bulls, too!
The courdigou, too!
Everyone on the streets of Balthazar.
Viva la liberté!
You kill yourselves in the mines.
You never rest.
Why? Because you are
not supposed to reflect.
Who will protect you?
Who will defend you? Liberty!
I will put you to bed.
Look at this rag doll!
He can't stay up straight!
Secret files have to be obtained.
And in the barracks
- there are golden ashtrays.
- Gold?
Solid gold. Are we going?
This once, you've piqued my interest.
Hit the road, noxious toad.
Mademoiselle.
Mademoiselle Nierth.
This is the end. The net's tightening.
They are going to kill me.
You will definitely fall in my esteem
if you let them kill you.
- But Sayas and your father...
- Don't involve them.
- What am I supposed to do?
- Revolt.
- Against whom or what?
- Against the revolution!
They want you to act the Colonel.
Well, act the part.
Act like him as long as you can.
Look at him.
He's not afraid of anyone.
He laughs at them.
Do you hear, Coral?
I am talking about you.
Proof? Please.
General Gonziano, Chief of Security
of the territory will be here shortly.
Holy Virgin!
The graduate Sayas
said that
I should have stayed in bed.
You fool! Receive the general standing
and remember that you are in charge.
Of course you will receive
the general here.
One can see almost as much.
General Gonziano is no fool.
He'll understand...
The Colonel is so fearsome, the General
will be delighted to see him changed.
So, what should I do?
Do as you please!
Do as you please!
Do what amuses you.
Act as if you were at home. You are
in charge. Everything here is yours.
The more brutality and injustice
the less his surprise.
General Gonziano!
I'll be here.
Watching you.
Show him in.
Minister, not
the least doubt remains.
Silent!
- A menace of extreme gravity
is upon us. - Silence!!
And public order.
The menace concerns...
- your person.
- I order you to sit!
No, no, no. Sit.
What is it?
- I order you to sit.
- But! - No buts!
I refuse to give you a lead.
As Chief of Security of this country
it is in my power...
Nothing is in your power.
- It is in my power... - Everything
is in my power and mine alone!
I hate pessimists.
Yes, my information points to...
I will hang you
by the middle finger!
But, Minister!
You! All I am asking! All!
Is to stop pestering my ears!
Security to General Prado Roth!
Security to General Prado Roth!
- There is a suspicious assembly
in Redemption Park. - Stop that!
in the vicinity of the forest.
Dear Joachim, where were we
before they came bothering me!
We were on the highway.
You had the grace to
ask me about this machine.
As I told you, the excavator permits
the advancement of 10m a day.
Let them make haste a little!
10m a day!
In our day and age!
The highways are somewhat slower
than the cars.
In this case the excavator replaces
a working day of 50 lumberjacks.
I see, it uproots trees and
lumberjacks at the same time.
But tell me, dear Joachim,
may I call you by your Christian name?
This is a favor to which the Colonel
had the grace to accustom me.
We are soon arriving at the edge of
the Valarte massif. - The Valarte massif?
- A piece! - The ground profile
makes a tunnel a necessity.
This tunnel will cost us
a lot of time.
- We will use the Jumbo, of course.
- The Jumbo?
It's not about our old dance
rhythms that were so lively.
But an electric pick on wheels.
An American system...
I suppose.
No, it is the idea of one of our
compatriots, engineer Tomas Ortiz Garel.
What?
At last, good news!
We must reward this engineer.
- Tomas Ortiz Garel is imprisoned.
- Reward him
in prison.
- I will make a note.
What pleases me,
what amuses me,
is the highway. I've decided.
The beginning the highway
will carry some students to the virgin
parts of public gardens. Adorable!
Dare to say that the area
is not all a public garden.
For the love of our America
I adore progress.
I want that the workers benefit
from formal guaranties or
the promise of such, no less formal.
Unfortunately
we still have tribes who live
in wretchedness
and the rest with those flags on our heads
and black between our toes, what are we?
Nonetheless some sort of tribe.
Which explains that we need
to be taught
by people who are stronger than us
and buy the fucked up junk.
Even if we have to feign sleeping
with that tiresome Marion Morene
so that the machines
and the strings
can be exchanged
under the table.
But these humiliating sacrifices
that I am offering
are for the Homeland,
for Justice and for Liberty.
What? You're still
here sonovabitch!
Not at the racecourse
getting killed?
What is happening?
Who is this man?
This animal was sticking all he could
lay his hands on into his pockets.
He slaughtered the jam jars with
pistol, while using the gun butt.
Such characters
in my office! Sir!
What are your policemen doing?
Me, a fanatic?
What about you?
He said he was for the Revolution,
that he would topple the Colonel.
When I killed the Colonel,
it worried me so much
the central committee decided
he would pass himself as the Colonel.
And it was agreed, that he would
let himself be killed at the races.
At three, because that is the hour
that the dance must commence.
And now he really takes himself
for the Colonel!
He knows the plan! He knows
where the weapons are stored!
The Revolution is fucked
because of him!
Rid me of this man!
The generals, the cops,
the officers, screw them all!
His aunt is a laundress. I killed
your crook of a Colonel.
He is a traitor to all sides.
Stop him, for Christ's sake!
Stop him! Stop him!
- General Gonziano!
- At your orders!
You, Battista, take notice!
The armored cars will
stay put until new orders.
Also the third regiment of line infantry.
Put the batteries in place.
The squadron
with their light vehicles
will surround the port.
Say, Pascual...
You will meet Morelli,
Alvrieux, all the bunch...
You know the password?
Justice and liberty.
They're only boys!
- Tell them there's
a light twist to the programme
with a demonstration
in front of the ministry.
They'll be suspicious.
Please understand!
I want to bring them all together
in a single heap,
to collect them all up...
to...
crush them!
If I must!
Who will protect you?
Who will defend you? Liberty!
With your teeth, with your eyes,
be the wolves!
Who will protect you?
Who will defend you? Liberty!
Don't get under my feet.
Darling, I'll act the Colonel
until the very end.
The end is nigh.
Kill him!
Kill him! The bastard!
Liberty!
They are strong. I know them.
When this kind of march is under way,
how would you stop it?
It's the ocean, it's nature.
We risk all falling in.
And now, the fat lady sings.
We will have the tyrant's skin.
We need nothing but
our hearts, and our hands.
Everybody to the ministry!
- Liberty! Liberty!
- Stop! Stop!
The moment has not yet come.
You are compromising our cause.
Stop!
My love! My friend! Thank you!
Thank you for me, for them,
for us. Thank you for everyone.
There is no example of anyone
who has gone so far in their sacrifice.
My friend, my love,
how great you are!
Miss...
don't take it wrong, what can I say,
I burst with heat, I explode with intensity!
Women sleep with men.
A filthy oddity.
The nurseries are proof. I voluntarily
admit that men sleep with women.
Well, it doesn't sting.
Which do you find of use?
- The blue ones.
- Me too.
- You too?
- For the armpits of course.
Breathe on me.
Coffee, cigarettes,
maybe a suspicious molar.
Am I disgusted? Wait a second.
I'm asking myself...
No, I'm not disgusted.
Something comes from here
and from there...
an extasis, an apotheosis...
I am fulfilled...
At last, I decline myself
in the feminine.
Ah, Coral, knight of heart and coral,
why didn't we meet earlier?
Our companions will make fire.
We will sleep under rough covers.
Horse butchers
guard herds of bulls and cows.
They come to the plateaus on horseback.
The plateaus of just balance:
The soil of the homeland,
the sky of humanity.
The past we never had.
Let me describe it in the future.
As if it were to be a day for us.
But it's in our reach.
The future is here.
What do we want?
We want to be just with justice.
We want to be free with freedom.
Freedom!
Whatever the color of his skin,
black or white,
a man is a man
when he is free.
Who will defend you?
Who will protect you?
Freedom!
Your little ones are starving.
Why?
Because from the hunger of your children
the employers make their dollars.
They are here.
I planted myself in such shit.
Don't ask for freedom! Take it!
She is like your children,
she is hungry!
Security to General Prado Roth.
We have information that groups
of rebels have entered the city.
When they are here, shoot into the crowd,
shoot into the crowd!
There it is. We are opening
our heart wide for them.
- Squash them all!
- Rather open the doors for them.
So that they cut my throat?
Don't argue.
Do as I tell you.
No shooting!
You will not slave away anymore
for the well-being of others!
What do you want?
What do you demand?
Freedom!
You will not slave away anymore
for the well-being of others!
What do you want?
What do you demand? Liberty!
What do you want?
What do you demand? Liberty!
Freedom!
What will you do
with all these people?
The Colonel will decide.
Freedom!
He is the only representative
of the will of the people.
Freedom!
The assault units are immediately
to gather Sgt. Sornosa and all the platoon
dispatched to the racecourse.
Is the Minister set on
going to the races?
Freedom!
I want to see Carlan win.
I was beastly unlucky.
There are so many people outside.
Worse than at mine when I throw a party.
"Freedom!"
I thought I'd never get here.
"Freedom!"...
Mr Palmas! You at the Colonel's?
I didn't think you liked him.
My personal feelings are of no import.
I am in good rapport with my country.
Legitimate aspirations of the people
and financial stability
find in Colonel Prado Roth
their common denominator.
This is how in our country...
When a house takes quite ill,
the wife of the patron...
turns into a demon.
And when dangers all flee,
in her husband's arms she'll be.
This is how it goes...
in our country.
subtitles: rebane & meatisgood
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