"Yes, yes." "A word for the Chilean people." "Very good." "Pablo, Pablo." "Pablo, Pablo." "Senator." "Hail, Emperor Caligula." "Hail!" "I would like to welcome the USSR's biggest defender, but I'd like to know who this Mr. Neruda is." "Because he boasts about peace, while supporting strikers who attack our law enforcement." "I don't know what gives you the right to slander our President in the foreign press." "I'm talking to you, sir." "I'm talking to you." "I am listening, Senator." "You are Neruda, aren't you?" "I am." "Well..." "I'm not sure." "Ricardo Reyes was his name two months ago." "Why have you changed your name?" "Have you stolen anything?" "Silence!" "How dare you!" "I'm just asking." "Show more respect for the Senator." "Silence, you senseless rabble." "The honorable Senator Neruda has the floor." "I appreciate it, Mr. President of this shitty Senate." "To begin with, I'd like to thank the Russian people for defeating fascism, therefore achieving world peace." "Next, I'd like to thank the Communist Party, my party, for always defending the people's and workers' rights." "Rights that are being violated, Senator, because union leaders," "Communist Party members are being thrown into jail." "And it's all being done by your President." "Turncoat Gonzalez Videla, who sold his soul to the Northern Empire." "It was you all who elected him." "Yes, we elected him, Senator." "We all did, unfortunately." "All the idiots standing in this room." "Excuse me." "It's been only three years since World War II ended, and here, in this cheerful house, an awesome persecution is about to begin." "I've always thought this is how the elite in the Chilean Left has a good time when they're not complaining." "Deep down, they're happy." "They're in love." "And they love feeding on other people's sweat and suffering." "In this cave, scholars and artists gather." "And those who traveled around the world and happily came back." "Ministers." "Lawyers." "All criminals should be around men wearing ties who have attended college to learn the art of bureaucratic scam." "This is Mr. Pablo." "He's not ready to come out because he promised to dress up like Lawrence of Arabia, the guerrilla soldier of the desert." "And his wife" "I don't get her." "She's an Argentinian aristocrat, educated in Paris." "But she ended up coaching this railway worker's son." "What do you think?" "How do I look?" "No one will recognize you." "Silence, please." "Silence." "Thank you." "Next up on our schedule: a surprise from the very owner of the house." "I give you... poet Pablo Neruda." "All eyes on him." "All lips." ""Tonight I may write the saddest lines..."" "His kisses are desired." ""...to write, for instance..."" "They long to hold his hand." "They want to sleep in his bed." "They say he smells like seaweed." ""The night wind swirls in the sky and sings..."" "The shame of once again repeating that rural-school-like poem written over 20 years ago." ""I loved her and sometimes, she loved me too."" "Many women must think he makes love with a rose hanging from his mouth, and that after kissing them, he runs off to write new love poems inspired by them." "He's the king of love." ""I loved her too..."" ""Tonight, I can write the saddest lines..." "To think that I don't have her..."" "They don't know what it's like to sleep on the floor." "But they're all from the Left." ""Hearing the immense night, even more immense without her..."" "If we had a Bolshevik revolution, these guys would be the first to get started." ""..." "like dew upon the grass."" "It is said Neruda is the most important Communist in the world." "He must firmly believe in the unity of workers, of peasants, and in the dignity and historical lucidity of the Chilean Bolshevik party." "We are having water." "These gentlemen are working." "Yes, you can take it away." "Thank you." "We've just left an emergency meeting of the Party's steering committee." "Enough!" "We've been sent to let you know that the government is relocating our union leaders." "We've been asked to let you know that... we're going underground." "Me too?" "Yes." "You, too." "I'm absolutely sure that sooner or later, rather sooner than later..." "Silence, Senators." "...the political trial I've been through shall be properly judged and its instigators and perpetrators shall be all called by their name." "Thank you very much." "Silence." "Silence in the room, please." "In Chile, there's no freedom of speech." "There's no freedom of fear." "Today, January 6th, 1948." "I'm being persecuted for remaining faithful to lofty human aspirations, and for the first time, I had to sit before a court for reporting to the Americas despicable violations to those freedoms in the last place on Earth that I would've liked it to happen:" "here in Chile." "Why do they do it?" "Well, communists hate working." "They'd rather burn churches." "They say it makes them feel more alive." "The Chilean aristocracy likes showing off their wealth, but that's nothing to the poet." "He's been to Parisian rooms, and he thinks that this provincial copy is funny." "He likes it, though." "Alessandri's been the President of the Republic twice." "And now he's the President of the Senate." "In his desk drawer, he holds a key labeled "Chile."" "All Chileans are his servants." "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon." "I was with the President of the Republic." "He's very sad." "Is he?" "Why?" "He says you insulted him with defamatory remarks." "Perhaps, since my intention's always been to cause the worst harm on the President." "You should write a book when you get out of prison called "Prison Poems," or something similar." "That's an awful title, Alessandri." "Don't talk about things you don't know." "In politics, insolence is a way to look up to someone." "I'm asking you to close the Pisagua concentration camp and to set my comrades free." "Why ask me to do something I don't want to do?" "Because I thought you didn't take orders." "Now I see you serve traitor Videla." "Watch your mouth, Senator." "That's what got you in this issue." "What got me in this issue is to be a communist." "That and because you incited uprisings... by the union." "I don't regret it." "What do you regret?" "Becoming bourgeois?" "I regret I campaigned for the traitor." "But you wrote him a poem." "That's funny now, isn't it?" "But during the campaign..." "These traitors have their charm, too." "I disagree." "The things is that you and your comrades were so thirsty for power that you let yourselves be fooled by an overthrown populist." "What's wrong with having ambition for power?" "This is our move now." "We are entitled to aspire to La Moneda." "How are you going to rule?" "With a democracy of Soviets, of soldiers, workers, peasants." "God save us all." "The president residence will be covered in peanut shells, shattered bottles" "Law Acts will be drafted with spelling mistakes." "Maybe." "But cemeteries won't be filled with executed political prisoners." "Senator, please." "You think the way to defeat communism is to push us into exile, to throw us into jail." "Let me give you some advice." "The solution is to kill us all." "Kill us." "And your problem will be solved." "Don't say it again." "More than one will be tempted to." "You know who's going to?" "You?" "I'll think about it." "Pablo, the Supreme Court is removing your political rights." "You need to leave the country right away." "Please, listen to me." "If you leave the country without legal authorization, your situation will get worse." "I'm getting my rights removed, anyway." "Mr. Pablo, this is the party's position." "I think Pablo should turn in." "Absolutely not." "Am I more dangerous as a runaway or as a prisoner?" "As a prisoner." "What are you saying?" "As a runaway." "Do you really think that?" "Sure." "Then we're going to have to run away." "Besides, Pablo can't be regarded as a mere political leader." "He's a writer." "His obligation is to write." "Dead or in jail, he won't be able to do it." "Who's going to kill me?" "Do you want to be history, Pablo?" "He wants to be history." "Watch the birdie!" "Look at me." "One, two, three." "RESISTANCE!" "Perfect." "We're done." "Okay, what do you think?" "Pablo, turn in." "They'll catch you anyways." "No." "Disappear." "Maybe." "But I'm not going to hide under the bed." "This has to be a wild hunt." "Come on, keep walking!" "Hurry up!" "This is where I come in." "I must enter." "I'm coming from the blank page." "I'm coming to find my black ink." "This is the cop's entrance." "Full of life." "With his chest filled up with air." "This way, please." "My president has a boss." "The President of the United States." "And when he says we have to kill our local communists, this street organ monkey has to obey." "Good afternoon, Mr. President." "Good afternoon." "Is this the Chief Prefect?" "Yes, sir." "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you, too, Mr. President." "The Director of Investigations here was upset because I wanted to speak to you face to face." "I don't think he could be upset." "He did." "Was he or was he not upset?" "What do you think?" "Yes, I think he got a bit upset." "Do you know Neruda?" "Yes, sir." "Do you read poetry?" "Not much." "You know this country is full of smart communists." "They speak French." "They like building bridges." "We're speaking about a fat man who got his first pair of shoes at 12." "During my campaign, this man took a piece of paper out of his pocket and ten thousand workers would go silent to hear him recite poetry in that voice of his." "It's also true that the Chilean people doesn't forgive convicted criminals." "Yes, sir." "Can I breathe easily?" "Absolutely, sir." "Catch him and humiliate him." "Then we'll throw a party." "Now the President will dance waltz or he might spend the night playing piano..." "Excuse me." "...and crying with rage." "Thank you, Mr. President." "I'm a great police officer." "But I can also be a great artist." "You tell me." "Excuse me." "Is that me?" "No." "It should." "But it's a horse." "Let's buy two horses and ride away, my little ant." "Sure." "Can you ride?" "Yes." "Remember I'm from the south." "Me too." "Let's go." "I dare you." "Together." "Of course." "Shall we leave together?" "And then you continue on your own?" "As usual." "Let's go." "Let's go." "Chile is said to be an island, and the mountain range is said to be a second sea." "Kind of a gigantic wave that never breaks." "On the other side, there's another land, strangely flat called Argentina." "It's a green country." "A real country." "With agriculture." "With war." "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon." "Passports, please." "Yes." "Here you go." "According to this, your name is Ricardo Reyes Basoalto." "My passport reads "Pablo Neruda."" "It reads "Reyes."" "That's because Neruda's his artistic name." "That's my war name." "If you have two names, I'm sorry but I can't let you leave the country." "Someone's waiting for me over there." "May I walk there?" "I'm sorry." "It's the law." "Drive back." "Good afternoon." "The first house is the first jail." "Neruda is a man of mountains and eagles." "Not a man of mattress on the floor and bathroom cleaning." "Come in." "Perfect." "Awesome." "Thanks for the lie." "The bright side is that you have to eat while lying down like Nero." "Exactly." "We can place the grand piano here." "Below that window, the pool table." "The ballroom here." "Dear Victor, do you know what's the only problem with this place?" "What's wrong?" "That they're never going to find me here." "Do you want to be found?" "No." "But I'd like to feel them closer." "Nobody touches a thing." "The sharp inspector Peluchonneau handles the operation as if it were the conquest of Egypt." "This house is full of precious items." "And that's the only thing that Neruda really loves." "No one's here." "But no one's here." "Of course, the warrant was issued too late." "Therefore, I guess that by now, the poet is already chopping onions to prepare his disgusting cusk-eel soup." "THE WOMAN AT THE ZOO" "Rise and be born with me, police brother." "Nothing special." "I've seen all this before in the brothels near Callao docks." "It's a nice house." "It's ugly." "It's nice." "A woman goes to the zoo and never comes back." "Men in gray investigate." "Dirty men, like me." "What do I read them for?" "These writers have never been cops with copper hearts." "They don't know what it's like to kick a body with legal support." "They can't imagine how immense and wonderful the criminal imagination is." "But that doesn't matter." "I'm here and Neruda's there." "He must be writing down those words in unusual sequences." "That port poetry." "He must be surrounded by four walls and a roof." "Like me." "Pablo." "I need fresh air." "We can't be here, we can't be here." "Pablo," "you have an arrest warrant." "Really?" "Look." "Not now." "Yes." "Read it." "Let her read, asshole." "This is the best part." "Yes, that's true." ""Neruda is wanted all over the country." "Prosecutor Miguel Gonzalez Castillo, who has ordered the arrest of Senator Neruda, confirmed Neruda's getaway from his home."" "That's true." "It is." ""Inspector Oscar Peluchonneau dispatched 300 police officers to capture the poet, who's facing at least 541 days in prison."" "Three hundred officers!" ""The homes of Neruda's friends and associates are being searched." "It's imminent--"" "Three hundred officers." "Three hundred is a good figure, isn't it?" "That's a lot, Pablo." "And why is it that no fucking cop is after me?" "Don't act vulgar." "Lower your voice." "They say they're going to come looking for me at my friends' house." "It turns out no one's here for me." "Are you my friend or not?" "Pablo, you drank half a bottle." "I want to know." "Listen to what I'm asking." "If they're to go to friends' houses, then they'd come here." "Are you my friend or not?" "No one knows I live here." "Then, they'll never come." "No one knows where this man lives, so they're not going to come for me." "They're not going to find me." "Or is it that you're not my friend?" "Be quiet and behave." "Don't shout." "Olivier, founder of the police force." "The head jailer." "The best of the best." "My father." "He didn't want to give me his last name, but I convinced the system I'm his son." "Now, I'm also a Peluchonneau." "Olivier." "Olivier Peluchonneau." "Thanks, dad." "NERUDA TRAITOR" "NERUDA COMMUNIST" "What's wrong?" "The help's not here yet?" "The washing-up liquid makes my hands go chapped." "Look at them." "Delia." "Hygiene is a bourgeois value." "If we don't clean, it's due to political reasons." "Senator." "Are these the ones glued onto the walls everywhere?" "Yes." "But don't worry." "We're tearing them off." "No." "We have to keep these." "They might get historical value." "As you say, Senator." "Jara, who are you?" "Jara is the new protector." "His first name's Alvaro." "Alvaro Jara, a sad boy." "Like me." "You are the person in charge of my safety?" "Yes, sir." "He also represents the party." "Another lost youth." "I'll ask you something, Jara." "I'll need you to go to the library and get a Quechua dictionary" "and "Fauna of the American Continent"." "Of course." "It's for the clandestine book." "And you have a manuscript already?" "A draft." "Want to see it?" "It's not much, but here it is." ""Canto General."" "Thirty copies of 30 poems." "In 30 envelopes." "You've been working?" "No." "Just writing." "Oh, look." "Thank you." "Septimo Circulo Publisher." "Neruda likes sex, murder and violence." "Police novels help me forget the police is after me." "That cannot be forgotten." "I'll get going." "Wait." "This is for Picasso." "The blind painting artist." "Very good." "Goodbye." "Now, the 30 poems have taken off." "If I intercept one and burn it, the other 29 will still reach 29 other communists." "There's nothing to be done against the historical cunning of a scamster." "Good morning." "How may I help you?" "We have an appointment with the President." "Has Neruda been arrested?" "No." "Then, what are you doing here?" "Have you searched his house?" "Of course." "Was he there?" "No." "Where could he be?" "We don't know." "He must be somewhere." "That's right." "You have to find his first wife." "There should always be a wonderful plan." "Look..." "We're going to do it." "But, please, tell the President that we keep looking for Senator Neruda." "No." "Why not?" "Because I'm not your employee, prick." "I'm your civilian superior and thus command you to find that fucking communist." "What if I find him?" "Excuse me." "What if I catch him?" "Excuse me." "A civilian superior." "A civilian is never above me." "Why don't you get dressed, little ant?" "What in?" "I don't know." "There are some clothes over there." "There's another dress on the chair." "I'm a lady, Pablo." "I've got no clean underwear." "I can't get up." "Me neither." "Then, take them off." "Come." "Give me a child." "The poet struggles to say something romantic." "Delia, please." "Please what?" "No." "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "I want to get out, take some air." "I feel trapped in here." "Alright." "Get out." "But you're going to get killed." "Let the Duke of Braganza die." "Let the Emperor fall off his horse." "I am a fish." "I live in the Pacific Ocean." "Thank you." "They're chasing after you." "A Chinese daughter with wet hair." "I don't know." "There's a place where you smoke opium." "You lie down on your side." "Pussy, pussy." "Hidden and warm in here." "They're chasing after me!" "Handsome inspector Peluchonneau went on a secret mission." "The President of the Republic has a marvelous plan to humiliate Neruda." "That's why he needs to pick a Dutch woman from the station." "What?" "Are you Neruda's wife?" "Yes." "Come." "Every good officer knows when and how to sacrifice themselves." "Besides, she's got sexy teeth." "I would have never left her." "Do you speak Spanish?" "A bit." "Have you been treated well?" "More or less." "It would really help us if you were available for some interviews, and told us about how you were abandoned." "Mr. Pablo left you and your sick little daughter, right?" "I want Pablo to pay one million pesos." "Pablo has got a lot of money because he writes very long poems." "Right." "Fair enough." "That's why it's going to be very important to use the right word when you speak to the press." ""Bigamous."" ""Bigamous."" "Yes, yes." "Bigamous." "Pablo likes women very much." "This woman's going to destroy Neruda." "Don't let me down." "Many women like police officers." "Their dream is to clean up their houses, and to change the bandage that cover bullet wounds." "The scavenger wolf's kiss." "After the lion eats, the dogs do." "I don't care if this woman still reeks of the poet's perfume." "I'm used to that squid sweat." "I love you." "You can't imagine how much I love you." "I even have a truck for you." "And I have a zoo for you in the middle of the desert." "Those who escape from that place become salt statues." "But no one ever escapes, because the prison captain is a blue-eyed fox." "His name is..." "Augusto Pinochet." "Are you coming?" "No." "I need some time to figure out why I'm helping you." "Bye." "We're here today at Mineria Radio Studio, with Ms. Maria Hagenaar," "Pablo Neruda's wife, who wants to tell us her side to the story." "Mrs. Maria, is it true that Pablo Neruda... is bigamous?" "We have posters that clearly express the people's opinion, for example, "Neruda traitor,"" ""Neruda communist."" "Traitor to whom?" "Ma'am." "That's a lie." "He's a great man." "He owes me lots of money, but he's very cute." "I love... the way Neruda sleeps." "He's not a traitor." "He's very cute." "He's not a traitor." "He's a very great man" "That's how the plot geniuses' strategy falls apart." "Mrs. Maria has run out of the studio, so..." "Hello." "Hello, Chile." "The poet is a public threat and a memorable lover." "Any clue about his whereabouts... will be rewarded." "My name's Oscar Peluchonneau from the Chilean Investigation Police." "Now, a music break." "We'll be right back." "is happy to introduce you the best anti-faschist artist..." "Pablo Picasso." "Here is a letter sent by my friend" "Pablo Neruda." "For the time being, he is often hidding under a bridge or in a railway tunnel." "However, since clandestinity, poets organise an heroic resistence against Chili's fascism." "Here is the testimony from an important Latin American man who's showing us the way to peace, for all workers in the world." "Thanks." "How are you?" "I'm with the Senator." "Stop messing around!" "Now!" "Elegance!" "You have to cut off your balls to sing!" "I'm singing for the Senator." "Keep singing, potbellied." "This is my art." "Let's spread some joy!" "Here's to the poet." "Here's to Senator Juan Pablo Neruda." "I appreciate it." "Sorry about what happened." "Recite a poem, please." "Just one." "The one that goes "Tonight I can say the saddest..."" "Recite it, please." ""Tonight I can write the saddest lines" "To think that I don't have her" "To feel that I lost her" "To hear the immense night" "Even more immense without her" "And the verse falls into--"" "Give it up!" "You sent me another of your police novels, poet." "Why?" "Good evening!" "Police!" "Good evening." "How do you know this is my yard and my school?" "My mother worked in a house like this one for more than 30 years." "Where's that fucking Communist?" "Would you like a service?" "Would you like to choose one of the girls, Oscar?" "Each one of these women is my mother." "I'm a female escort's son." "I'm a venereal infection's son." "Turn around." "Let's go." "My mother never knew my real father's name." "When she was drunk she would say Munoz, Martinez, Mardones." "But she also closed her eyes suspecting it was the legendary Peluchonneau." "A silent man." "The police force Chief." "Did he pay you?" "No." "Not him." "Do you know who he is?" "No." "A politician." "A communist." "I didn't know he was a communist." "How much longer are you holding me here?" "I've got things to do." "Look, gentleman, I will say only one thing." "You don't meet such a poet every day or have the opportunity to have him in your own house." "It was a miracle for me." "A miracle." "He was there with me." "And I was with him." "He said both of us were the same." "Then he made me sing." "He asked me about my feelings when singing." "I shared with him things I don't share with anyone." "I told him I like jazz, classical music." "In fact, I sang to him a... a minuet that I really like by Johann Sebastian Bach." "I sang to him." "He got moved." "He told me I'm an art worker, an artist just like him." "A peer." "And then he suddenly..." "He recited a poem so pretty, long." "And then he put his hand on my knee." "I remember it felt so warm." "He said it here." "Softly." "From one artist to another, you know?" "From one man to another." "With human respect." "But a fucking dog like you would never understand." "Where's Victor?" "I don't know." "How come you don't know?" "Mr. Pablo." "What?" "Did you go out for a walk last night?" "No." "Did you go for a walk?" "No." "You need anything else?" "More whiskey?" "What do you think, dude?" "Then, don't go out and stay here." "If you leave, you'll be caught." "You'll be stripped off, you'll be photographed, back and front, they'll send them to France." "They'll be spread around, stuck to kites, they'll fuck you up." "Good ideas." "All of them." "These communists know the language of violence." "I'll never be caught." "Learn that much." "All Chile's looking for me but no one will ever catch me." "Learn how to behave like a man, little boy." "Dress like a man." "Grow a beard, buy a gun, I don't know." "Learn how to respect me!" "Who does this asshole think he is?" "Relax, baby." "Here, they've found a people that sang" ""By duty and love reunited... and the thin girl fell with her flag" "and the smiling young man fell beside her, wounded." "For those dead, our dead."" ""I demand punishment" at the end of each phrase." "I demand... punishment." "For those dead, our dead," "I demand punishment!" "For those who splattered the country with blood" "I demand punishment!" "For the executioner who ordered this kill, I demand punishment." "I demand punishment!" "For the traitor who ascended over crime, I demand punishment." "I demand punishment!" "For the one who ordered agony, I demand punishment." "I demand punishment!" "For the ones who defended this crime, I demand punishment." "I don't want to hold their hands splattered with our blood," "I demand punishment." "I don't want them ambassadors or in the comfort of their house" "I want to see them judged here in this room, in this place." "I demand punishment."" "Thank you, thank you." "Here you go." "Thank you, comrade." "Excuse me, I don't want to bother you." "What's your name?" "Silvia." "May I have a kiss?" "Yes, of course, Silvia." "Ma'am." "I'm sorry." "Don't tell anyone the poet signed this copy tonight." "We are not here." "I'm a person you can trust." "I've been a party member since I was 14." "Anyway, the Senator shouldn't be worrying too much." "I shouldn't?" "Why?" "May I?" "If he's present at this party, and he starts reciting like..." ""The Earth, blah, blah..." "Love, blah, blah Punishments, blah, blah..."" "I say that means the government doesn't want him in jail." "Because if he's in jail, it'll be an international problem." "Ma'am, that's enough." "Because he's a politician." "It's convenient for the Government to persecute him, but not to catch him." "Never." "The Senator is a communist, like you, like me." "Yes, but he's got special protection." "And I'll drink to that." "Because we all need the poet Senator here to keep writing about the people's suffering." "Ma'am, he's got protection from union leaders." "Do you know what I want to know?" "Hear me out." "When Communism gets here will everyone be equal to him?" "Or to me?" "To me, who's cleaned shit for the bourgeoisie since I was 11." "They'll be all equal to me." "We'll eat in bed and fornicate in the kitchen." "That's what we're fighting for, comrade." "In Bogota, Morinigo, Trujillo, Gonzalez Videla, Somoza and Dutra gathered and clapped their hands." ""Youngster from the American Continent, you don't know them."" "Hold up." "Could you read it with the other voice?" "What voice?" "The poet voice, Pablo." ""Youngster from the American Continent, you don't know them." "They're the dark vampires in our sky." "Bitter are the shadow of their wings." "Shackles, torture, death, hatred..."" "Are you finished?" "Yes, yes." "Yes, right?" "Where are we headed?" "Valparaiso." "Thank you." "The thing's that the Senator needs to board a Chinese merchant ship." "Delia, women are not allowed on the ship." "My love." "Never mind, baby." "Excuse me." "We'll stay in touch." "Travel well." "Thank you, Victor." "Love of mine..." "No crying." "Bye." "A good officer would tail him to the runaway's house." "But I'm a bad cop." "I like it when suspects whisper their confession out, or shout it." ""Rise and be born with me, my brother." "Give me your hand from the depth of your scattered pain." "You shall not return from the bottom of the rocks." "You shall not return from underground time." "Your infuriated voice shall not return." "Your drilled eyes shall not return." "Here, I've been punished." "Because the jewelery didn't shine." "Or the earth didn't deliver the stone or the grain on time." "I come to speak through your dead mouth like a river of buried tigers and let me weep for hours... days... years... blind ages... stellar centuries."" "Strangely, I believe you." "I believe you." "I'm glad." "I was the first one to tell him to turn in for his own safety." ""If you go on a trial, you'll win."" "Then, let's find him together." "But I don't know where." "No one tells me anything." "Why?" "Perhaps they don't trust me because I'm not Chilean." "Sure." "I suggest we stay in touch." "I might find something." "Hold up." "We've just heard Neruda's left Chile." "Really?" "Yes, he's gone." "Unbelievable." "Why?" "Because the borders are being watched by you." "So, you think he's still in Chile." "No." "I think he must be abroad." "I see." "I'm headed to Valparaiso." "What for?" "To see if he's been spotted leaving." "No." "I think he must still be in Chile." "But you've just told me he went abroad." "No, no." "It was you who said he left on a ship." "This is a good example of a whispered confession." "The officer's lucidity... dominates the Spaniard's stupidity." "Why do you keep looking out the window, Pedro?" "I watch people." "This is silk, right?" "Yes." "No." "A sailor traded the fabric for 12 bottles of wine." "A good deal." "The poet's always going to celebrate an unfair dealing." "So, I have to play a sailor?" "No, an eccentric guy from Central America." "A wealthy guy sailing to Ecuador, to Mexico." "Do I need to be Chilean?" "In that suit, I don't think so." "Don't suck your stomach in." "Let it out." "What?" "Breathe out." "Here it goes." "Don't tell anyone about my secret." "Don't worry." "No one will care." ""He danced in Vina del Mar, surrounded by jewelry and wine glasses." "But the dark eyes look through the dark night." "But the hand that strokes you stops near the desert by the seashore in a world struck by death."" ""Every nation has its grief..."" "Mr. Pablo." "Mr. Pablo." "Gentleman." "Gentleman." "I'm sorry." "I don't have anything with me." "The expert police officer smells an Asian scent." "He's close." "Where were you?" "They've found you." "Let's go." "Not yet." "We're lost." "Where are we?" "I told you it was a bad idea." "Interesting, though." "To write well, you must learn to delete, Mr. Jara." "This hunt is lacking terror." "What do I read them for?" "I want to know." "What is your novel about?" "The poet has the fever of the artistic spirits that sometimes think the world's something they imagined." "The flies." "Again, the swarm of flies." "What is that?" "The last column of the red army?" "Where are you taking us?" "You fucking communist!" "There it is." "Vulgar midget." "Almost every night, the President sleeps like a baby." "However, every time he eats escargot before going to bed, he must dream about Neruda." "Senator." "Jara, why don't you turn around?" "Senator." "Here we are, Gabriel Gonzalez, you piece of shit." "Pablo." "Jorge, how are you?" "Hi." "We've got a plan to get you out of Chile." "Does the party know?" "Of course it does." "The General Secretary agrees." "I'm leaving." "No, what?" "Have a drink." "No, thanks." "Do you want something to eat?" "I'll see you tomorrow." "I don't think so." "What?" "I'll ask the Party to relieve me." "Don't be a jerk, Jara." "Please..." "Getting out in the south, has some details you don't know." "Aren't you a countryside man?" "The party made a decision." "Yes, but that decision is up to you." "Whether you accept it or not." "And I did." "Why don't you hear what he's saying?" "Ma'am, I know what to do with my life." "They're all in jail but me." "What do you take me for?" "A king?" "What are you waiting for?" "Stay, then." "I can't." "I can't stay here." "I've got to get out." "What you want is a great escape." "Yes." "I won't play those fucking fascists' game." "I'll become their worst nightmare." "To do it," "I must be a popular giant." "You can't do that." "I already did." "No, you can't." "People will say you've had this persecution done to be called a saint." "That they didn't actually oppressed that much." "That we play the victims." "We like suffering." "But they're actually killing us." "Look, I only ask you to be more humble." "Good luck on your journey." "What's wrong with you?" "What do you mean?" "What do you mean you know what to do with your life?" "Please, Delia." "People will figure it out" "What will they figure out?" "That the artist is me." "No, ma'am." "The artist is me." "The artist here is me." "You're nothing, Pablo." "What does "being a giant" mean?" "I just do what I have to." "Can't you see it?" "Please, Pablo..." "If you don't like, walk out that door." "No one is coming after you." "What's your problem?" "You're constantly next to me." "Breathing down my neck." "I was a prince before." "Look what they did to me." "Of course I'll leave." "Of course." "And when I'm put in prison, I'll tell them you want to be a President." "And they're going to come here to kill you and you'll be happy then." "After that I'll jump into the river." "Kill yourself." "Kill yourself if that's what you want." "So I can write about you 20 years more." "Antonio Luis Lagorreta." "Ornithologist." "Little ant, I thought I'd die with you." "You gave me everything." "I wouldn't be myself without you." "Not even a communist." "What?" "I mean, if everything turns out right, if I survive," "you and I will drift apart." "I'm not worried about being left alone." "I think about you." "Writing makes you sad." "I see you put your head in your hands." "It's nice to be with you." "It's like living in a neighborhood swarmed with trees." "My little ant..." "The little ant doesn't know what to do." "She thinks about her arms' strength and her brain's clarity and she understands she'll live at least 40 years more." "For a minute, she only sees red horses." "May I?" "Come." "Thank you." "Walking around?" "No." "What's that?" "It's an official arrest warrant issued by the National Police of Chile." "No, no, but..." "No." "I'm one of those people who might die first before going to jail." "Where is he?" "Not here." "Where?" "You don't get it, do you?" "You don't get a thing." "What?" "In this fiction, we're all around the main character." "What?" "Books, for example." "This one." "You've been reading it." "It's got a hunter, a runaway, a starring role, and a supporting role." "No." "No, I'm..." "I'm no supporting character." "Why do think he didn't kill you, then?" "Because he can't." "He could have." "He practices every single day." "No, he can't." "No?" "Right." "Because he wants you to chase him down to the south." "Are you going?" "Are you alright?" "Did he do anything to you?" "Did he beat you?" "No." "He asked me to give you this message." "If you want, I could kill him." "You wouldn't be able." "I would." "No." "Yes." "No." "Sure." "He wrote all of this long ago." "Have you ever seen a bored prisoner?" "On his mind, he's writing a fabulous novel." "He's written about you." "The tragic officer." "He wrote about me, the absurd woman." "He wrote about himself, the addict fugitive." "What you... are saying... is modern bullshit." "A golden lamb." "You don't like his style of writing?" "Yes." "Do you think he only thinks about earth and love?" "No." "He thinks about naked women, detectives chasing after him." "He wrote about you thinking about himself." "About you at home reading his poetry." "About you looking in the mirror." "He wrote about you watching our party, drowned in music," "trapped in a machine, with an empty look on your face." "A dog in the night." "A bird in the daytime." "He wrote about you spying, waiting." "He wrote about you being trapped." "A raging spy." "Hearing things you'll never be able to understand." "Despising words and ideas three hundred and thirty feet from life, powerless, fragile," "he wrote about you as a guard in an imaginary border." "He thinks about you thinking about himself." "All detectives are in love." "And all detective novels have beds." "Well..." "He knows how to write." "He wrote about me." "But I..." "I have him attached to me." "And I'll take him to prison that way." "I'll put him to sleep." "I'll watch him dream." "And I'll end up sitting on his chest." "Then, go after him." "Go after him and take him." "You won't be in history if you don't." "Am I fiction?" "Yes." "Are you fiction?" "No." "I am real and I'm eternal." "Excuse me." "Supporting character?" "Me?" "No..." "No, sir." "Because I'll catch you." "I hope you're right." "The landlord is on his way." "Thanks, Manuel." "You know him?" "Yes." "He is my boss." "We're going to have to continue on foot." "Does he know everything?" "The landlord might call the cops." "When do we start riding the horses?" "Not yet." "I could eat a horse." "Good afternoon, Mr. Ricardo." "Good afternoon, ma'am." "I introduce you to Antonio." "How are you doing, sir?" "Good afternoon." "Tell me, gentleman." "I was wondering if you might take me in without saying anything to the landlord." "Have you killed anyone?" "No." "Well, yes." "In a story." "I'm always writing." "Many years ago, Neruda ate the same overcooked bread." "He must like that bed." "He'd sleep happy there, holding his daughter." "Right now, the only thing I want is your embrace." "Good afternoon." "Are you lost?" "No." "No, my bike has... run out of..." "Do you know where I might..." "Look." "I sell you my bike." "It's a brand new model." "From Germany." "Walk to the house and the landlord might sell you some gas." "No, I..." "I don't need gas." "I need a horse." "Two horses." "I'm hunting an extremely dangerous criminal." "If the bike stays here, I'll sell it." "Sure." "As long as you two come with me." "This could get very exciting." "Hello, President?" "Mr. President?" "Yes, Peluchonneau." "We've caught Senator Neruda." "Come on." "The landlord's on his way." "Dominguez." "A feudal lord that invented capitalism on his lands." "He owns a secret pass to smuggle goods from Argentina." "Hello, gentleman." "This is Mr. Monsalve, a Mapuche chief." "We're afraid of such people." "Are you tired, Mr. Ruiz?" "I'm calling you "Mr. Ruiz."" "My name's Pedro Dominguez, owner of this... shitty lands." "And I'm here to tell you that on behalf of the President, you're under arrest for treason to our motherland." "You're in my custody." "Am I?" "Yes." "You're taking me to jail?" "No, I'm here to guard you." "I'll help you cross the Andes." "People die up there." "He doesn't want to pay taxes." "I don't like to give you up to the faggot President you chose." "He believes the State is freedom's enemy." "Is that why you're helping me?" "It is." "It's more fun to help a communist rather than call the cops." "More fun." "Yes, it is." "On his shoulders and soul, the future of the Republic will be built." "Millionaires are always smarter than the nation's law." "Landlord." "There's a police officer looking for the Senator." "He wants you to show him the pass." "What's he like?" "Half a moron, half a jerk." "Araucania." "A land without temples." "Only trees and coldness." "Conquistadors are said to cry when the Mapuche patrol approached them." "They were more scared of the Indians than Moors." "Now, this is a land of peace." "A land of mud and work." "The poet writes about this." "He's inspired by the suffering of the poor." "Pablo!" "Hide." "Pablo," "I see you." "I hear you panting." "The one in the middle." "The fat one." "I'll flank from the left and you'll flank from the right." "I'll shoot the horse in the head so he dies at once." "And you'll get there and get him." "This is going to be very impressive." "Hey, do you think they won't shoot back?" "No." "Because the animals will run away spooked." "It'll trigger a chain reaction." "In the meantime," "I'll be shooting ahead." "It's cool to be an officer, right?" "Okay, let's get going." "Sorry, gentleman." "Traitor Videla's scum is me." "And I got this far." "Me." "The dry one." "The bony one." "From this white bed" "I raise my glass to celebrate these months." "I've got one bullet left." "Boar in love." "But don't worry," "The cold won't let you feel it." "Pablo!" "Why are you running to me?" "Aren't you scared?" "Pablo, where are you going?" "But it's funny..." "Pablo, let's ride on." "He wants to see me." "He can't miss the ending to his story." "Where are you going, man?" "He held me," "he talked to me, and he danced with me." "I was after the eagle, but I can't fly." "I'm far." "Now I can only go back down to the bottom of the earth." "I lived my life believing I was a Peluchonneau." "A son to the police uniform." "Yet, now, now I think I might have been a Neruda." "A son to the people." "My father might have lived on his knees." "With his face dirty." "He might have put four coins in his fist and paid to sweat on my mother's back." "I might be son to the wheat." "Another half-breed in a history of millions of half-breeds." "But I die white." "Because no one else persecuted the poet." "No one else terrified him out in the snow." "No one else made him pant in regret." "No one else was with him on his journey." "I don't care that he wrote about me." "That he made me a supporting character." "I also wrote about myself." "And I sucked at it." "I invented myself having no life." "Alone." "Loveless." "The poet wrote about me as furious, instead." "Full of wind." "He even wrote an awesome death for me." "A police death." "Slow." "Cold." "With red details." "With music." "With animals." "With trees." "With poetry." "Do you know him?" "No." "Yes." "I do know him." "He's the inspector." "My persecutor." "My ghost in uniform." "I dream of him and he dreams of me." "He watches me." "He knows my back." "Look what you wrote, officer." "You wrote the snow and the horses." "You wrote about me." "You can't feel the cold anymore." "We must take him." "Let the muleteers take him." "I can feel this horse's heartbeat." "I can also feel my own heartbeat." "Because I haven't been killed." "I haven't been killed with a blow to my head." "Is he breathing?" "No." "M. Picasso, will you tell us what happened to him ?" "Madame" "For about two years, he took care of the Chili's resistance from clandestinity." "The political police, tried to catch him until the mountain but the poet crossed Cordillère des Andes." "disappeared in the snow and arrived here." "M. Neruda, did you write while being a clandestine" "Excuse me ?" "M. Neruda, aren't you afraid of seeing your political life" "taking over your poetry ?" "No, I am not afraid." "What's happening is that, sometimes," "I feel frozen in the snow." "I dream." "I dream of that." "Frozen to death ?" "Because of a gun shot." "One year ago," "One year ago that... a man was about to kill me." "Does he still follow you ?" "Who knows." "Who is this man ?" "A policeman, Miss." "He might be very near by or maybe, he is already observing us." "No one will ever know I existed." "Say my name." "Say it." "Say my name." "Say my name." "His name was Oscar." "Oscar Peluchonneau." "You said it." "Peluchonneau." "You said my name." "Write it down, Peluchonneau." "I'm not a supporting character." "For a lot of people there, tortured, banished," "I am only one of these men." "Because I have always been a prisoner with them." "What did he do all this for?" "For his people." "The poet gave them words so they could speak about their life, their hard life." "And those words gave meaning to their awful nightmares." "That's what he did it for." "For their speech." "Now he can be quoted every time history crushes them." "They don't remember about the love poems." "They remember the rage poems." "Poems no one recognizes." "Poems of an imaginary future." "I can write the saddest verses..." "Wonderful, sublime !" "Writting for instance, during a starry night..." "Neruda made me eternal." "His art made me come alive." "I was made of paper and now I'm made of blood." ""Tonight I can write the saddest lines."" "THE END."