Before Night Falls Page #3

Where are you going?

Don't worry.|Take a seat.

Hello.

How are you?

Now, we're going to take|a little shortcut

and show you a beautiful|part of Havana

that not many|visitors get to see.

The crackdown began in earnest.

The horror and ugliness|advanced day by day

at an ever increasing pace,

but the oppression only|acted as a stimulus

and sex became a way|of fighting it...

a weapon to use|against the regimen.

Needless to say,

the Revolution wasn't|for everybody.

Mr. Heberto Zorrilla Ochoa,

are you aware of Article 243|in the Penal Code?

Yes.

And what does Article 243|of the Penal Code state?

It states that no assembly|of over three people is allowed.

And yet, you had an assembly|of over 20 people at your home

on the night of July 10th.

What were you doing?

It was a poetry reading.

Whose poetry?

My own-|others.

And are you sure that|this was a poetry reading

and not just an|opportunity to recite

counterrevolutionary|propaganda?

Yes, I'm sure.

Mr. Correa, is poetry|ever propaganda?

I suppose it could be.

But not your poetry.

No.

Mr. Correa, who else|was present

at this so-called|poetry reading?

Some friends,|other writers.

Tell me, does the name|Jos Lezama Lima ring a bell?

Virgilio Piera?

Your wife, Fina?

Yes.

Were they there?

Yes, they were there.

Are you aware|that Lezama Lima

and Virgilio Piera|are homosexuals?

Yes.

I am aware of my errors.

that are unpardonable,

errors that demand|to be severely punished.

But I must confess|that I see before me

in this room,

the faces of many comrades|who like me,

have lost their way,

whose ideology has waivered,

who have committed|similar errors...

errors that also demand|to be severely punished.

I'm sorry.|I'm late.

We got a call about|an hour ago.

They said they would be|at the Hotel Nacional

and they're leaving|today at 4:00 p. m.

That's all they said?

They're friends of|Lezama Lima.

- Reinaldo?|- Yes.

I'm Jorge Camacho.

- This is my wife, Margarita.|- Hi.

Have a seat.

We live in Paris.

Jorge is in a show|at the Saln De Mayo.

He's a painter.

We are big fans|of your work.

My work?

We bought your book|in a bookstore

and Jorge stayed up|all night reading it.

He said it was|the greatest novel

he ever read|about childhood.

Would you put|the book away, please.

Yes, of course.

Of course.

Reinaldo!

Margarita went ahead.

I thought you|were gone.

I went to the hotel-|I didn't know.

But, I knew you|were here.

This is a friend|of ours,

who works at|the French Embassy.

If you ever|need anything

you can give|her a call.

She'll get in|touch with us.

It's a small present|from Margarita and me.

Thank you|very much, Jorge.

You have to go.

What do your|paintings look like?

Because I didn't|ask you before.

You'll have to|see them in person.

Sure.

Who knows?

Maybe you could|write something

about them someday.

Hey Mister,|can I have my kite, please?

Get lost.

You almost killed me.

Come on,|give him the kite.

You want to give|him the kite?

Give him the kite?

Forget it!

Come on,|give him the kite!

Oye!

You want to give|him back the kite?

Okay, I'll give|him the kite.

What are you doing, Pepe?

What are you doing, Pepe?

Get out of here!

Aljate de aqu!|iBruto!

Here.

Excuse me.|Excuse me.

I was on the beach|and these boys

stole my flippers|and my clothes.

Could you identify them?

No, but it's okay.

Get in the car.

No, it's okay.

Get in the car.

Ah estn!|That's them!

Come over here.

You have something|belonging to this man?

Look at him.

Give me your ID cards.

I was going to return this|stuff to the police station.

That f*ggot and his friend,|tried to touch our pricks.

Yeah, we beat them up|and they ran off,

so, we were going to bring|this to the station.

They molested us.

- They molested you?|- Yeah.

- You're sure?|- Yes.

You're under arrest.

Why!

Because I said so.

Lugando Barnes!

What are you doing here?

I live right over here.

I need a towel, t-shirt,|anything you have.

Please.

Thank you.

I need a place to hide.

I don't know,|I have to get out of here.

Why, what did you do?

They said I|molested these kids.

You should see these kids.

They were all bigger|than me.

Have you heard from Toms?

I was told that he was|in a work camp in Oriente

and he was killed|while trying to escape.

I've heard you've|had some trouble

with the police.

No, it was a mistake,

they had me mixed up|with somebody else.

The way I see it,|you have two choices:

You can try to make it|to the U.S. Navy Base

in Guantnamo;

or you can try to float|your way to Florida.

It's about 90 miles.

You can make it in a few|days if the current is good.

I have an inner tube|I was saving.

It's yours.

Who is it?

It's me, Pepe.

I'm sorry about today.

What do you want now?

Where are you going?

I don't know.

H uh, where have you been?

I'm leaving right now.

How?

How?|Inner tube.

You're crazy,|you're going to drown.

Listen, do you want|to help me?

Yes, I want to help you.

Then give me all the|money you have on you.

You can have|the gold, clothes...

you can sell|it everywhere.

Please, give me all|the money you have on you.

You have money in here?

Give me the money.|Give me the money!

You can take-

you can take everything,

You can stay here|if you want.

Reinaldo, I have|some friends

that can solve|this problem.

What kind of friends|do you have?

You know what|kind of friends.

Why kind of friends|do you have?

Don't go away.

- Reinaldo.|- I'm leaving.

I'm leaving...

I- I'll keep in touch|with you, alright?

Bye.

Reinaldo-

I have to hide|you somewhere,

because we are|surrounded by police.

...a photo of you

just in case you forget|what you look like,

and last,|"La lliada. "

"La Ilada," Juan,|"La Ilada. "

Here are the pills|you asked for.

What are they?

I don't know,|but they make you happy.

Will they kill me?

I suppose if you|took enough of them.

Hello.

Can I have two|croquetas, please?

Two?

Yes, and a drink.

Do you have a light?

Yes.|Sure.

Do you have|a cigarette?

What is your name?

Adriano Faustino Sotolongo.

When did you get|that name, Reinaldo?

You are Reinaldo Arenas,|aren't you?

Buen trabajo.

Mira, encontramos|este paquete.

Este es Reinaldo Arenas,

un pjaro que agarramos|ah en el parque.

Dale! Dale!

Dale, coo!|Dale!

Ya vas a ver|lo que es bueno.

Vas a ver lo que es bueno|ah adentro.

I arrived at El Morro not|as a political prisoner

or writer,

but with an infamous|reputation as a rapist,

a murderer,|and a CIA agent.

a supernatural air|of nonchalance

and gave me an aura|of danger and respectability

among the real murderers,

real rapists,

and common criminals|who would kill each other

for the slightest reason.

Skies lit by bolts|of lightning

were replaced|by electric lights

that blinked on and off|with regularity,

killing the possibility|or chance that I might dream

or forget where I was.

I thought here|I could go unnoticed.

But prisoners are those|beings that know everything,

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