Il pleut sur Santiago (It Is Raining on Santiago) Page #6

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or maybe worse.

What do you think they'll do?

I don't know.

We'll soon see.

Say, Sergeant...

Listen.

Tanks.

- You knew they were coming?

- Yeah.

You should have told me earlier.

Why?

You have something

to stop tanks?

- No.

- All right, then.

Everybody out!

Drop your weapons!

Come out with your hands up!

You have one minute

to surrender!

It's your decision.

- What do you think?

- I agree with you.

- Agree with what?

- We can fight to the end.

Yes? I agree.

No? I agree too.

You have thirty seconds!

What do the rest of you think?

Say something, damn it!

I am worker Jorge Gonzalez...

in charge of this textile unit.

Supporter of the Unidad Popular.

I take full responsibility.

The others were just

obeying my orders.

The Marxist and the deserter.

Firing squad...

take your positions.

- At my command.

- Long live Allende!

Aim.

Fire!

Everybody out! Get out!

Come on, out!

You dirty red, move!

Come on, faster!

Everybody lie down.

On your stomachs!

Hands behind your head.

Behind your head, you hear?

Line up the prisoners!

Everybody out!

Come on, you swine.

Come on, you whores.

Get down like the rest.

B*tches!

Get in line.

Get them into two lines!

Come on, you queer,

or I'll stick my fist up your ass!

Bring the third group out here!

Come on, hurry up,

you red bastards!

He soiled his clothes!

Pig!

They call themselves students?

Filthy bunch!

- What's your name?

- Mario Santana.

What party do you belong to?

I'm a socialist.

My boy, listen.

It won't be pretty to see.

Wait until I'm 30 feet away.

I won't look back.

If you want to,

take your chances.

He's crying.

Hey, guys, I got a crier.

Don't hit me! Please!

Stop him! Bring him here!

I want him alive!

Be brave, comrades!

Sing with me! Sing!

Stop! Bring him here!

Go ahead.

Sing, my friend.

Show the fascist commander

how brave you are!

Go on. Sing!

Look at all these people.

They're your people.

You couldn't ask

for a better audience.

Go ahead. I'm listening.

Sing!

Sing!

That city which had been

the capital of hope...

is now the capital of terror.

In every district,

the hunt for the defeated goes on.

If you have an enemy,

call him a Marxist.

He'll be shot within hours.

I just spoke with John Barnes,

from Newsweek.

He was able

to get into the morgue.

When the junta says that only

Barnes counted

many more by himself.

He thinks the body count

will be in the thousands.

Foreign correspondents

are unable to work...

not only because of

communication difficulties...

but also because total censorship

is imposed on all media.

The world doesn't seem

to realize how far Chile...

politically the most mature country

in the Three Americas...

has plunged

into horror and barbarism.

In the universities, the directors

have been removed...

and replaced by army officers.

No classes are held in sociology

or even in philosophy.

The ideas of Plato

are considered radical.

I personally witnessed

one of these auto-da-fs.

Every day, priests are being

arrested, tortured or shot.

One can't count the number of artists,

intellectuals and journalists...

murdered or imprisoned.

Torture has become the rule

for interrogations.

Military tribunals hold sessions

day and night...

and regularly pronounce

the death sentence...

after a parody of a trial.

Knowing that the public is ignorant

of the events taking place...

the junta hopes

to justify its actions...

and to give the impression that

everything's back to normal.

However, the refugees continue

to flock to the embassies...

in such numbers that the United Nations

has decided to send...

their High Commissioner for Refugees

to Santiago...

as if Chile had been devastated

by a natural disaster.

I'd like to ask General Pinochet

a question.

Ask your question, sir.

General Pinochet, I'd like to ask

what may seem a technical question.

A military matter which

I think is of interest to everyone.

Go ahead.

Why was the order given

to bombard La Moneda?

Were the forces deployed

in front of La Moneda...

insufficient to overcome

President Allende's resistance?

All right.

Mr. Allende was absolutely

free to leave whenever he wanted.

We offered him that choice.

But he was trying to gain time...

so he could surprise us.

He had secret anti-tank weapons...

which could reach

a temperature of 5,000 degrees!

Five thousand degrees, gentlemen!

These special bazookas were capable

of firing on us from La Moneda.

No tank's armor

can withstand that heat.

So I had to order

our planes to attack...

because I didn't have

the moral right...

to sacrifice our men...

for the protection

of Mr. Allende's private guards...

who were nothing but

professional agitators...

who had been trained abroad.

I have another question.

I believe that a large number

of officers here in Chile...

have also been trained

in other countries.

To be more precise,

in the American bases in Panama.

Isn't that true about most

of the members of the junta?

That doesn't sound like a question.

It sounds more like an opinion.

There's a big difference

between an army...

in charge of the security

of a whole country...

and paramilitary groups in the service

of a subversive ideology.

If you want to know,

the existence of such a group...

was another reason

for our intervention.

While we're talking

about the United States...

I'm wondering whether the junta will

denationalize the copper mines.

It was President Allende

who nationalized them...

but only after a unanimous vote

in Parliament.

We are anxious to reestablish

a healthy relationship...

with the West...

and particularly

with the United States.

To that end...

Chile must show

proof of goodwill.

After the extravagances

of Mr. Allende's regime...

we have to restore

a stable economy...

based on supply and demand.

The copper mines will be returned

to their rightful owners.

You mean the American companies?

Yes, sir, because we are honest.

I'd like to know why questions of money

are always thrown in our faces!

I've spent 30 years as a navy man...

and you know how much

I have in the bank?

Twenty thousand escudos.

Not even $20.

If you don't believe me, you can

come and shoot me right now!

One more question, please.

Did President Allende

really commit suicide?

What evidence do you have?

The medical report, sir.

The finding is certain.

Allende pointed his gun

at his head and fired.

That doesn't exclude the possibility

that he was wounded beforehand.

There were powder burns...

but it was determined to be

a suicide without question.

I do not have a question

to ask, gentlemen.

However, I have to announce

the death of Pablo Neruda...

winner of the

Nobel Prize for Literature.

They're still afraid of Allende

even though he's dead.

They'll have to kill him

a second time.

They know the truth is

they'll never succeed in killing him...

in the hearts

of the Chilean people.

Look at what they've done

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