Che: Part Two Page #3

so your kids can learn

to read and write.

I'm just a baker,

I've been a slave all my life,

but someday I'll be free.

Rest, because we'll be

leaving at sunrise.

- We're not staying here?

- No, we need to be patient.

We are taking you to another camp

where you'll be safer.

Have you had any problems?

There's a neighbor that thinks

we're making cocaine.

The police have

been here twice already.

When's the last time

you heard from Ramn?

Over a week ago.

We lost contact with the whole group.

Moiss, hello!

Who did you bring?

Contacts from Argentina and France.

Chino is from Per.

Are you going back to Camiri?

I need to talk to Ramn first.

Monje and the party

are interfering with everything.

They even convinced the last Bolivians

that were trained in Cuba

not to come here and join us.

Hey, listen.

Hey. Everyone keep away

from her hammock.

Whoever touches her

will be severely punished.

Listen to me, Arturo.

They are Bolivian,

and they have come to fight.

You must not disrespect them.

I need two volunteers to go hunt

and I thought about you.

Bring something good

because supplies are running low.

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

We'll get money for this!

Hey, that sounds like a plane.

Airplane!

Come on, Ramn.

Get down, Ramn.

They caught two of Moiss' men

who deserted,

and they talked like parrots.

Soldiers went into the zinc house.

They seized Tania's jeep and a mule.

- Who gave orders to move camp?

- Antonio did.

Tell him we'll win the war with bullets.

- Bring back all to the camp.

- Okay.

Rolando.

Prepare an ambush.

Was there anything in the jeep?

I had some recordings

of Fidel's speeches.

They're going to search the jeep

which will lead them to the hotel,

and the hotel will lead them

to your apartment,

and your apartment will

lead them to everything.

I couldn't trust anyone.

Every time I called

they hung up the phone on me.

- That's why I decided to bring...

- You had strict orders not to return.

That's five years of lost work.

Tania, five!

Give me your rifle.

You and the visitors will leave

as soon as we prepare your trip.

Hold your fire!

We surrender! We surrender!

My superiors are cowards

and don't tell us anything.

I didn't want to be here. I swear.

Calm down.

- Please don't kill me, please.

- Calm down.

I suffer from rheumatism, I swear.

- No one is going to hurt you.

- And I have a bad heart.

Don't believe a word Major Plata says.

He's a liar and he's abusive.

He sells our food to the stores

and keeps the money for himself.

He hits people.

Look how he's crying. He's a coward.

So, what should we do with him?

Kill him.

Yes, kill him.

Put him on his side.

- Did you give him a painkiller?

- Not yet.

Give him some morphine.

We have committed ourselves

to a struggle in which,

whether we like it or not,

we may have to kill

or be killed,

because we are fighting

for Bolivia's freedom.

You can do it now.

I won't be returning.

I'm quitting the army.

We hope to see you soon.

Because we could use more

of your ammunitions and weapons.

Long live a free Bolivia!

Long live

the National Liberation Army!

No one wanted to stay.

That takes time.

No, if you leave now

you could be arrested.

I think you should wait until

we start our march northward.

- You're going north?

- Yes.

Then we can let you off

on the Cochabamba road.

No, I don't think that's right.

That could take two or three months.

Ciro, we're at war.

Give me a guide.

Give me a guide

and I'll make the arrangements.

I can't break up the group

under these circumstances.

I'll think about an alternative.

But any move we make will be made

with the group as a whole.

Ramn, your books are soaked.

Put them on those rocks to dry.

Arturo.

Water got in the radio,

everything is rusted.

What are you saying,

that it doesn't work?

It still receives, but it doesn't send.

Sh*t. Now we're really screwed.

Not quite. We still have

the visitors to relay messages.

The army says that you are here

to practice Communism.

That you have no God,

that you all work for the state.

That you rape women

and destroy families.

You kill those who refuse to serve you

and want to make us slaves.

And what kind of freedom do you have?

The kind where

I can do whatever I want.

Listen to me.

None of what they said is true.

We haven't come to harm anybody.

We just want to buy

some food from you, that's all.

But I have nothing, only this.

How much do you want for this?

Whatever you have. Take it.

I'll stay if you need me.

What I need now are peasants.

It's better if you go to France and make

a network to promote our cause,

so they can send us money,

medicine and radios.

I'd also need you to take

some messages to Cuba.

I'll write Sartre and Bertrand Russell

to organize a worldwide fund

on behalf of the Bolivian revolution.

Don't worry.

We'll take you out of here

when you recover.

I'm not worried.

Tumaini.

Here, it's yours.

To protect you.

I'll move southward with the vanguard

and take the visitors out by Muyupampa.

I want you to stay with the sick

until we come back.

How long will you be gone?

About three days.

Rolando.

Go with Loro to replace

Benigno and Miguel.

Ramn.

There's no one in the house.

So leave the money with a note.

Pick up everything, we're leaving.

Ramn.

There's no sign of Loro.

That's what they've given me, captain.

What good is this for?

Are there any shops here?

They took my pigs and my corn.

You helped them

and they gave you money.

Now you are going to help us

eliminate them, otherwise...

And now you are stealing

my chickens, captain.

Listen to me closely, smartass,

really pay attention.

Let me know immediately

if the guerrillas come back again.

You have a good heart.

You'll do it.

Good morning.

I'm just here to write an article

on the guerrilla movement in Bolivia.

Trying to confirm

the Bolivian army's rumors

that Che Guevara

is the leader of the group,

and there is a woman with him.

This guy is a Trojan horse.

I don't want any Cubans talking to him.

- What's up, Daro?

- Food is ready.

Freeze! Stop right there!

Drop your backpacks

and show us your papers, shitheads!

Throw them on the ground.

The Frenchman's name

is Rgis Debray.

Masquerades as a radical author,

a Marxist journalist.

Spends a lot of time in Cuba,

and is a good friend of Fidel Castro.

The Argentine's name is Ciro Bustos.

A painter and also a writer.

This character collected money in 1963

for a local guerrilla movement

led by Jorge Massetti.

Massetti was killed

by the police in Argentina in 1964.

Two mercenaries, a Frenchman

and an Argentine, were killed

when confronted by the army

in the area known as Vaca Guzmn.

The Guzmn region,

that's in Muyupampa.

If that's true, those bastards

are going to pay for it, bigtime.

The three of them were arrested.

They were taken to Camiri.

Who told you that?

We stopped a van

that came from Muyupampa

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