Innocent Voices Page #2

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...and they started shooting|and we had to run for it.

I'm going to show you some fireflies.|So you learn to be back early!

Sit down and eat.

Stinky girl!

Farty sister.

Sorry, ma.

Yuck...

...that really stinks.

Uncle Beto!

...so, mom bought|a sewing machine.

She makes dresses|and I sell them.

And I give her my money|from the bus.

I collect fares|and call the stops.

Yeah? Show me.

Downtown! Downtown!|Downtown!

That's great, munchkin.

And since mom keeps telling|me I'm the man of the house...

...I take care of my|brother and this one.

Yeah, right.|Especially me.

I'm glad you're|so responsible, munchkin.

Daddy!

Oh, this boy!|He calls every man "Daddy".

- What's your name, little boy?|- Ricardito.

Ricardito.

Mom is worried about you.

Don't disappear like that again.

You're not in trouble,|are you?

My brother takes care|of me and one day...

...he bought me a cookie but|I dropped it and the ants ate it.

Chava, the mattress!

Chava, Rosita!|Under the bed.

Shhh, baby.

Angelita!

Angelita.|My God... Help!

Dona Amalia, it's Beto!|I'm coming!

Beto! What are you doing?

- Chava! Chava!|- Angelita!

Angelita!

Get down, Chava!

Get down!

Baby?

Chava!

- What's happened?|- My girl.

I'm here with you,|don't be afraid.

Chava, press here.|Hard, okay?

Uncle Beto!

Kella!

Stay there! Don't move!

Angelita!

My girl, don't leave me!

- Angelita!|- Help me, please!

My girl is dying!

Don't leave me.

Angelita! Angelita!

- Angelita!|- Baby!

Baby!|Baby!

Oh God!

Please help me!

Angelita!

My girl.

Dear God!

My girl!

Dear God,|my girl has died.

What's happened?

Oh God, help me!

Don't cry, baby!

Don't play that, Beto.|They'll kill us all.

How sad the rains sounds...

on the cardboard rooftops.

How sad my people live...

in the cardboard houses.

Children the color of my land...

with the same scars...

bellies bloated with worms.

Look at the suffering.

The burden of the suffering.

Above in the village...

he leaves his pregnant wife.

Below in the city...

he gets caught in it's web

The bullet that killed Angelita could|have come from the guerrilla.

How long have you been involved?

For a while.

We're preparing an offensive|to disrupt the army, Kella.

This is the only place left between|the capital and the guerrilla.

And it's going to explode.

It's going to get dangerous.

It's going to get much worse.

Chavita's about to turn 12.|We've got to get him out of here.

Yes...

...your side also take boys.

Morazn and San Vicente|are liberated areas.

He'd have a roof.|He'd have food.

We're building schools.

What he needs, Beto...

...is to be here,|with me.

He's too little.

- If you stayed here with us--|- Kella...

You've got to understand, please.

The army will take him away.

At least with me,|he'd be safer.

Let me take him.

- Got a girlfriend?|- Just one.

Just one?

- What's her name?|- Cristina Mara.

The new teacher's daughter.

She's the prettiest of all.

Listen, Chavita.

What I'm about to tell you is|very important. So pay attention.

What happened to Angelita|are things that happen.

Chavita, I won't lie and say|things are going to get better...

...because they'll get worse|before they get better...

Understand?

This might help you understand|what's going on.

Look for "Radio Venceremos" here.

It's the voice of our people.

It's not always on,|so you have to keep looking.

But Chava, it's banned|so you have to be careful.

You can find the song|I played last night.

Did you like it?

- Ratn!|- Chavita!

Will I see you again,|uncle?

Next time I'll take you with me.

At this moment we are|broadcasting...

...Radio Venceremos, voice|of the guerrilla resistance...

What's your answer?

Hey, no!

And you?

I asked you first.

One.

Two.

- Three!|- Three!

Can we go out?

- Did you finish your homework?|- Yes.

Okay...

...but don't forget the curfew.|Chavita, take care of her.

Let's go.

Don Yeyo!

Hey...

That's, Don Yeyo.

He won't talk to anyone|except to his animals.

Why?|Doesn't he like people?

This song is banned.

My mom says we have to fight|so that nothing is banned.

- You're really pretty.|- And you're uglier than a toad.

But I like you too.

Damn!

Bastards!

- Good afternoon.|- Good afternoon.

See you.

Let them go!

- Let them go!|- Let them go!

Out of the way!|Move!

- Father!|- To what do I owe this miracle?

Are you okay?

Yes, Chava. Thank you.

The soldiers hit you really hard.

There are worse pains than this.

And the girls?

Did they recruit them too?

No.

Are they going to kill them?

Here...

...help me light the candles.

Get out of the way!|Come on!

Come on!|Are you crazy?!

I hate loudmouth women.

Didn't you see it was|running out of gas?

What?|Was I the one driving?

Can I?

You look like a bald girl.

What's wrong with you, baby?

What happened?!

We were working and|we ran out of gas...

...he started sucking gas|from the can with the hose...

...he swallowed half.

You irresponsible old man!

Daddy!

Daddy, my ass!

Get out! Don't come|near my son again!

Get out!

...in the cardboard houses...

Down comes the workman...

Turn it off. Turn it off!

Below in the city...

...he gets caught in its web.

That song is forbidden, Father.

Nothing is forbidden to God.

I must ask you to turn it off.

Turn it off yourselves. But|leave your weapons here.

No one may enter the house|of the Lord with weapons.

Children the color|of my land...

What kind of crap|is in your head?

What did I do now?

Give me the radio.

Why?|I didn't do anything.

Don't lie to me.

I'm sorry, mom.|I didn't mean to.

I won't do it again.

I know you won't.

Because you're going to give|me that radio right now.

I won't do it again.

I'm sorry.

Give me that radio.

For the last time,|give me that radio!

Don't just sit there sulking.|Help me, fussy.

And don't grunt. Your mother|knows what's best.

Why do you always take her side?

There's only one side here.

But you're very touchy, Chava.

You hear something you|don't like and you run away.

So I can be with you.

But when you're on your bus...

...you don't see how bad it is.

And it's getting worse.

And you still don't know|how to take care of yourself.

So you have to obey.

- Can I ask you something?|- Of course.

- Do you pray?|- What do you mean, do I pray?

Do you pray for the war to end?

Not for that.

This damn war will|never end with a prayer.

Never?

Who would like to read their poem?

- Okay, Yanira?|- May I go to the bathroom?

Go out quietly|and don't take long.

Let's hear yours, Chele.

None of the kids in my|school want to fight.

They don't like war because|they want to play...

Don't be sad about your radio, Toad|Cristina Mara

But when the soldiers come,|me and my friends will hide.

What's wrong, Yanira?

Chava!

Chava, get down!

Don't shoot!

There are kids in the school!

No, son!

Chava! You're crazy!

Go back!

Chava!

Mommy!

You a**hole.|You let them in the bell tower.

You son of a b*tch.

That sniper killed three of my soldiers.

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