Neruda Page #2

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I think Pablo should get caught.

Absolutely not.

How am I more dangerous,

arrested or outlawed?

- Stuck!

"What are you saying?"

Outlaw.

"Are you serious?"

- Of course.

So we're going to have to run away.

You can not think of Paul

as a political leader.

He is a writer, his

obligation is to write.

Trapped or dead, you will

not be able to do that.

Who's going to kill me?

Do you want to go to history, Pablo?

He wants to move on to history.

Say cheese! Looking...

RESISTANCE:

- Perfect.

- You're ready.

- So, what do you think?

- Pablo, give yourself.

- They'll catch you.

- No.

Disappear.

Can be. But I will not

hide under the bed.

This has to be a wild chase.

This is where I come in.

I have to go in.

I come from the blank page.

I came to get my black ink.

Here enters the

policeman full of life,

With his chest full of air.

Over here, please.

My president has a boss:

The president of the USA.

When he orders the local

communists to be killed,

This trained monkey must obey.

- Good afternoon, Mr. President.

- Good afternoon.

- This is the Chief Commissar?

- Yes sir.

Much pleasure.

It's my pleasure, Mr. President.

The Director General, present here,

You got upset because I

wanted to talk to you.

I can not believe you got

upset with yourself.

You got upset.

If you upset or did not get

upset, what do you think?

Yeah, I think she got

upset a little bit.

- Do you know Neruda?

- Yes sir.

Do you read poetry?

Little.

This country is full of

intelligent communists.

They speak French and

like to build bridges.

We are talking about someone

who only had shoes at age 12.

In my campaign, he was

pulling out a little paper

And ten thousand proletarians

were silent to hear him

Recite a poetry with

that voice you have.

But Chileans do not forgive the

criminals who have been arrested.

Yes sir.

Can I rest easy?

Of course, sir.

You will arrest him and humiliate him.

Then we throw the party.

Now the president is

going to dance a waltz.

Or spend the night

playing the piano...

Excuse.

And crying with anger.

Thank you, Mr. President.

I'm a great cop.

But I can also be

a great artist.

You tell me. Excuse.

- Is that me?

- No.

It should be me.

But it's a horse.

Why do not we buy two

horses and run away?

Of course. Can you ride?

- Yeah. You forgot I'm from the south?

- Me too.

Let's go.

Do you dare?

Together.

Of course.

Let's leave together...

And then you follow alone...

as always.

Let's go.

Let's go.

They say that Chile is an island

And that the mountain

range is a second sea.

A kind of giant wave

that never breaks.

On the other side there

is a strangely flat earth

Called "Argentina".

It's a green country, really.

With agriculture and war.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

- Passports, please.

- Yes.

Here they are.

Here he says that his name

is Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.

In my passport

says Pablo Neruda.

But here it says "Reyes".

Because "Neruda"

Is the artistic name.

It is my name of war.

If you have two names, you

can not leave the country.

They're waiting for

me on the other side.

I can walk.

I'm sorry. It's the law.

Turn around. Good afternoon.

The first house is

the first house.

Neruda is a man from the

mountains and from the guides.

It is not colch in the

floor nor clean bathrooms.

Come in.

Perfect.

- Wonderful.

- Thanks for lying.

At least we will not eat

lying down like Nero.

Here we put the grand piano.

Under the window,

the pool table.

Here, the ballroom.

Do you know the only problem

in this place, Victor?

Which is?

They'll never find me here.

"Do you want them to find you?"

- No.

But I wanted to feel them closer.

No one touches anything.

The astute Peluchonneau commission

Leads the operation as if it

were the conquest of Egypt.

This house is filled

with precious objects,

The only thing

Neruda really loves.

There is nobody.

But there is no one.

Of course, the order

arrived late.

At this hour the poet

must be cutting onions

For his disgusting conger baked.

THE WOMAN IN THE ZOOL GOSPEL

"Come and be born with me,

brother to the police."

Nothing special.

I have seen all this in the

prostrations of Callao.

It's beautiful, this house.

It's horrible!

It's beautiful.

A woman goes to the zoo

and never comes back.

Gray men investigate.

Dirty men, like me.

Why am I reading this?

These writers have never been

police officers with copper hearts.

They do not know what it is to kick

a body with the support of the law.

They do not know how wonderful

the criminal imagination is.

But that does not matter.

I'm here and Neruda is here.

Must be writing words in

unexpected sequences.

That cheap poetry.

Must be between four

walls and a roof.

Like me.

- Pablo.

- I'm taking a breath.

We can not stay here!

Pablo, have ordered your arrest!

"Not now, Delia.

"Is it true?" Read.

- Come on, Pablo.

- Read! This is the best part.

"It's true.

- Read.

"They look for Neruda all over the country."

Minister Miguel

Gonzales Castillo,

Who ordered the arrest

of Senator Pablo Neruda,

"Stated that the

poet fled his home."

"It's a fact.

"It's true.

"The commission Oscar Peluchonneau"

Dispatched 300 policemen in

the searches to the poet,

"Which is subject to 541

days of imprisonment."

300 cops!

"They are searching the

homes of Neruda's friends."

- "It is imminent..."

- 300 cops!

It's a good amount, is not it?

There are many, Paul.

And why are not these

shits coming after me?

Do not be vulgar, do not yell.

Are you hitting on

my friends' houses?

And do not come here to get me?

"You're my friend, are not you?"

Pablo, you drank half a bottle.

I want to know, I'm asking.

If you're looking for

me at friends' houses,

Should not they come here?

"Is it my friend or not?"

- No one knows I live here!

So, never come!

If nobody knows, they

will never come here.

You will not find me.

Or are not you my friend?

Behave and do not yell.

Olivier, the founder of the police.

The chief caretaker.

The best of the best.

My dad.

Did not want to recognize me,

But I proved by the bureaucracy

that I am your son.

Now I am Peluchonneau, too.

Olivier, Olivier Peluchonneau.

Thanks dad.

What's it?

The maid did not come?

Sink soap spoils my hands.

Look at them as they are.

Delia...

Hygiene is a bourgeois value.

We do not clean the house

for political reasons.

Senator.

Are they sticking it all over?

Yeah. Do not worry,

we're pulling out.

Do not!

We need to keep them.

It's historically rich, is not it?

You're saying, senator.

Jara...

- Who are you?

Jara is the new protector.

His name is Alvaro.

Alvaro Jara.

A sad young man, like me.

"You take care of my safety?"

- Yes sir.

He also represents the Party.

Another lost youth.

I'm going to give you a mission, Jara.

Go to the library and bring

me a quechua dictionary.

- And a "Fauna of the Americas".

- It's clear.

It's for the clandestine book.

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