Opening Up New Country in the Argentine Page #8

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- But I don't know Havana very well.

- Neither do I.

This man

wants to say hello to you.

Thanks for all

you've done for Cuba.

Not me - all of them.

All of them.

Get ready.

We're leaving for Havana tomorrow.

He told me he was heading

to Havana to participate

in a military junta...

...which was going to resolve

the problems of the Cuban people.

I told him murderers like him weren't

going to resolve anything anymore.

When I told him I was bringing

him to you, he pissed in his pants.

He begged me

to take him to another chief.

What do you want

me to do with this guy?

Keep him as a prisoner of war.

He will be judged by a tribunal.

Comandante, place him under

special watch.

Sure.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Bandit!

I can't see anything,

then I turn around...

...and I see Roberto in the jeep,

holding the grenade...

...with the pin still in it.

You're kidding.

So he's looking at me, smiling,

like I'm stupid.

But, when he came out of the jeep

I swear to you...

...he stood up,

acting like a tough guy...

...still holding the grenade

in his hand...

...just like this, boy.

He could barely walk because

his knees were shaking so hard...

...and suddenly...

...his eyes went up and then...

...he fainted with the grenade

in his hand with the pin still in it.

Good one!

Who has a light?

Not me.

Hey, this was mine!

- Gentlemen.

- So, then?

I'm going to the Capital.

Thanks for everything.

- See you in Havana.

- Of course.

Ernesto.

Okay.

- Take care.

- Yes, Che.

Don't worry, my man.

So then?

Are you coming with us?

Yes. Under one condition.

Which?

When we're done in Cuba...

...you let me bring

the revolution to all Latin America.

You, too, are a little crazy.

It's a thing that I haven't seen

anybody doing, look.

The rice is the most

important thing, if you take...

Comandante,

do you need my services tonight?

Son, you're killing me!

Did I make you angry

with what I said the other night?

I'm sorry,

I don't know what I was thinking.

No, son, you are loved,

as they say in Cuba.

- Goodnight, Comandante.

- Do what you need to do.

A symbol of what?

I can tell you one thing.

We were very aware...

... that we represented the hopes

of the unredeemed Americas.

And all eyes,

the oppressors...

as much as the oppressed

... were on us.

I was thirty.

See you in Havana!

It's Rogelio.

Tell him to stop.

Rogelio.

- What?

- Rogelio.

Yes, tell him to stop.

What are you doing with that car?

I'm driving it to Havana.

Who gave you authorization?

I took it. It belonged

to one of the snipers, man.

Don't "man" me, Rogelio.

Even if it was Batista's,

this car isn't yours.

Go back to Santa Clara

immediately and give it back.

And then you will go to Havana

by bus, by jeep or on foot!

I'd rather walk than drive

to Havana in a stolen car. Let's go!

JANUARY 2, 1959

Unbelievable.

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