Night Across the Street Page #2

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a medical school here.

To train the best doctors in Chile.

- Do you want to be a doctor?

- Yes.

I wanted to be a pilot before,

but there's more of a future in medicine.

Actually, I want to be like you.

Like me?

Yes, like you, but in medicine.

I'd like to be a musician as well.

A musician?

We musicians

were put on this earth to suffer.

Hold that!

Nobody wants to listen to us,

everybody laughs at what we do.

We die of hunger.

So, medicine, here you can

make money out of medicine.

Have you seen Carlos?

No.

What do you mean, no?

Who were you talking to?

- Beethoven.

- Beethoven?

Of course, people call you Beethoven.

Hey, Beethoven!

- Who wrote The Italian Caprice?

- Tchaikovsky.

- And The Italian Symphony?

- Mendelssohn.

Congratulations,

nearly everyone gets that one wrong.

You should enter the competition

on the radio,

Quilpu needs a champion.

If you see Carlos

tell him everyone's looking for him

and that he's in trouble at home.

Uproar.

Agitation.

The Symphonic Orchestra of Chile

was beginning

the second movement of the Fifth,

Carlos Guerrero

appeared, gasping for breath.

They were arriving at Quilpu,

Pedro's heart was beginning to beat,

the moment of truth was approaching.

On the fishing and hunting pitch

the bachelors were playing

a match against the married men,

the teachers of Quilpu

against those of Villa Alemana.

He could see Seor Belmar with his blue hat

and checkered shirt.

The first half was ending

and the bachelors had just scored

their second goal.

Hey,

bring me a lamp, I can't see anything.

Please.

In the distance he saw Beethoven

crossing the pitch,

the breeze lifting his coat tails.

He seemed sad.

The game was finishing.

Celso gave a sigh of relief and said aloud,

"The dice have been thrown!"

He hesitated between two ways

of going about things.

Sir,

I think the maths grade is unfair.

You haven't taken into account

that in science,

I got a much higher grade

and that my low grade in maths

was for psychological reasons.

Or...

I know that I deserve this low grade,

but my average will go down

and I won't pass.

Do you think that's fair,

just because on one occasion

I didn't work hard enough?

My friends,

I've never minced my words.

Personally

I'd rather have dictatorship

than this bland conservatism.

I find it amazing

that a person of your intelligence

could want a right-wing dictatorship

for his country.

It's not right-wing,

it's against all extremes.

I've had enough of this electoral circus.

There shouldn't be any more elections,

like what Peron did.

Chile and Argentina

could become one country.

The people have a right

to their opinions, don't they?

Let's see whether Ibaez lets them.

Why wouldn't he, if the working class

of Chile are going to vote for him?

It's about time that all those

religious schools were shut down.

Throw out all those foreigners

who are sucking Chile dry.

Especially the Yankees! Get rid of them all!

What idiots you are!

The Yankees freed us from the English.

Yes, but they also declared war

against the Germans.

Why were they meddling?

It's the Yankees' fault

that Hitler was defeated,

when he was only trying to do

the best for his country.

That's what we need here, Don Carlos.

A Hitler

to take everything back from the rich.

The Yankees won't allow it.

Well...

Cheers...

He felt the need to take out the bag

with the little grains of gold

and look at it in front of everyone.

He waited a moment longer,

someone touched his arm,

it was Seor Bitis,

the music teacher.

Hey! What did Saint Thomas say?

That depends,

Saint Thomas said a lot of things.

But the most important thing was

"See that you may believe."

"See that you may believe,"

said Thomas Aquinas.

I don't believe in witches or in dictators.

That wasn't Thomas Aquinas,

that was Thomas the Apostle.

Isn't it the same person?

Of course not.

There's several centuries separating them.

The players ran past and began playing.

He'd have to wait until the end.

He saw the bus arriving from Colliquay.

About 20 people got out

and began to sing.

They walked towards the town center.

Celso approached them.

Among them he saw Morales,

a student from Class 6 A.

Come with us,

one of the brothers is being buried.

Who?

Brother Saldias died doing his duty.

Wasn't the fireman

who died on Saturday Protestant?

Yes, he was.

Do you know the music?

It's a North American marching song.

Does it remind you of something?

Yes, it reminds me of the Dario Verdugo.

The procession of the Protestants

and that coming from Quilpu

came together.

They walked towards the Belloto cemetery.

Beethoven walked between two women

dressed in black.

Thoughtful,

he examined a battery

he'd found on the pitch.

A third procession of firemen on bicycles,

carrying wreaths,

had joined the procession.

In the distance a fourth procession

was arriving from Villa Alemana.

Do you know what that is?

It's a battery, for light.

Light?

How?

Inside there's electricity

which is what makes light.

It also makes radios work,

and washing machines...

Washing machines?

There's machines to dry clothes as well.

There are machines for everything.

There's a machine

which you can ask a question

and it'll reply.

You don't have to learn anything,

the machines do everything.

Machines are going to take over mankind.

How sad...

Come here, Carlos!

Carlos ran past

and jumped out of a window.

Just around the corner,

Gustavo appeared on his bike.

I'll get you!

Have you ever seen real gold?

Yes, my catholic aunt has stuff like that.

I've got some in my pocket.

Why?

Well, it's not forbidden.

Do you want to see it?

Come here quickly!

Let's go!

Boy!

This is the son of the builder, Barra,

a great friend of mine

and a fervent supporter of Alfonso!

Sit down, boy.

No, my friend, I don't believe in witches.

Love

belongs to human beings,

and isn't determined by creatures

who come from other planets.

I won't allow you

to treat Jesus Christ as a Martian!

I'm not catholic

but I do respect Christ.

What I don't understand

about that bean pole,

is how he managed

to stay so skinny,

going from banquet to banquet.

And given what a hit he was with women,

how he could be such a prig!

You don't respect anything.

God will punish you one day!

He already has, by making me Chilean!

Don't you believe in the Chilean people?

No, I don't believe in nationalities.

I think that we're all the same,

free and sovereign individuals.

Which is why

I reject communism and religion.

Let's see, what do you mean?

Here we go!

You can go now, boy,

these speeches get boring.

How long will the lunch last?

Until 5:
00, 6:00, 7:00 or 8:00 at night.

Who does your family vote for?

Ibaez, they all support Ibaez in my family.

Can you prove it?

Of course, when Ibaez gets to power,

he'll make a clean sweep.

Aren't you afraid

that your brothers will arrive?

No, they've gone to fetch me

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