Paisito Page #6

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-How's the NacionaI supporter?

-I'm going to the country

-to see the match on TV.

-WonderfuI.

NacionaI wiII thrash

Penarol tomorrow.

I thought NacionaI

were afraid to pIay.

We'II see what happens on the pitch.

On the ''fieId''.

We say ''fieId''.

TRAITOR:

-HeIIo, boss. How was the trip?

-Fine.

-HeIIo.

-HeIIo.

-Where's Xavi?

-I'II get them. ProbabIy on the farm.

Thanks.

Hey, kids!

Come on.

You've got visitors.

Hurry up!

I know you better

than you think, sweetie.

AIways compIaining about my

''bourgeois ways'', as you caII them.

But they're what make peopIe see us

as we want them to see us.

But if you'd been more Iike me, that

wouIdn't be written on the waII!

-Here's the water.

-Thank you.

HeIIo, darIing!

Look how happy he is.

How are you?

Look what we've brought you.

Don't tear the paper

and we can use it again.

I aImost didn't bring it.

You know I don't Iike stripes but...

Like it?

You can be so damned stupid,

sweetie.

No, I shouIdn't swear.

And you wouIdn't report

those subversives.

How often was Camargo

aIone with Rosana?

When she went swimming, when...

He was a Tupa

and you never reaIized.

-The bastard.

-You haven't a cIue what's going on.

You're the one

who hasn't got a cIue.

Are you mixed up in something...?

There's a secret war going on

and that affects my famiIy.

What about Rosana?

-And me?

-What?

You're making a big mistake.

-You're being seIfish.

-Don't say that!

-Yes, yes.

-I may have my fauIts

but I onIy think

of you and Rosana.

So why didn't you

report Camargo before?

We'd been miIitarized.

I was given orders.

You Iet us down

and I'II never forgive you for that.

What's up?

Go away.

Get out of here.

I said go away.

Go on.

It was sinfuI.

God's going to punish us.

Wait and see.

Where's the baII?

Five minutes.

The resuIts so far favour NacionaI.

They may not have been

too Iucky sometimes

but they've aIways pIayed

with a cooI head.

They're on the way.

But they took fuII advantage

of the few chances they had

to score, as against River.

Dammit! Dammit!

Come on, Penarol, come on!

No reIigion or footbaII

with me, PeIo.

We've got them!

It's NacionaI with Manga in goaI.

Defenders BruneII,

Masnik, Ubina and Blanco.

Mid-fieId there's Maneiro,

Montero CastiIIo and Victor

Esparrago. On the front Iine CubiIIa

Artime and JuIio Cesar MoraIes.

For Penarol there's

LadisIao Mazurkiewicz in goaI,

ForIan, Figueroa,

Matosa and Caetano in defence,

with GonzaIves, Pedro Rocha

and Nelson Acuna midfield...

Stay where you are.

Take it easy, Captain,

the kid's a bit jumpy.

We wouIdn't want his gun

to go off. Let's go.

And the 22 giants of footbaII

are on the fieId.

The ref's Amadeo Casas... scary.

His coin's ready,

he taIks to the captains...

Penarol wins the toss.

The referee bIows his whistIe

for the start of the match.

-Sit down?

-No, thank you.

...Moreiro keeps it...

Esparrago in possession of the baII,

looking to Ubina.

The goaIkeeper Manga

comes out to the edge of the area...

Manga Iooking for an opening,

Montero CastiIIo

with space to come out.

Montero moves forward sIowIy

aImost at a stroII.

Ortega reaIizing he has to

intercept. A Iong throw to MoraIes.

Caetano runs up

and the baII goes out.

And the Iinesman signaIs

a throw-in for NacionaI.

NacionaI's defence pIaying with more

and more confidence in repeIIing

Penarol's attacks.

Montero CastiIIo with

a short pass to Ubina...

So what's it to be, paI?

KiII him?

Make up your mind.

There's a man's Iife in your hands.

And he's not just any man.

We'II put a buIIet in you,

this guy and your boss.

Take no notice.

We'II Iet you Iive

but these two are dead ducks.

Then you'd have two men's Iives

on your conscience.

-WouIdn't you?

-Drop the gun, you fooI.

Drop it!

Drop your gun, paI.

-Drop your gun, you fooI!

-This one's nervous.

Drop your gun.

SIowIy now.

That's right.

Are you the sound technician?

We'II be needing you.

Come on, inside.

AII the worId's

been turned upside-down.

Communique number 1 7 of the Tupamaro

NationaI Liberation Movement.

Of the peopIe and for

the peopIe, our organization,

the NationaI Liberation Movement,

cannot cIose its ears,

eyes and mouth

to the piIIage

taking pIace in the country.

The press has stubbornIy

denied the facts

of the poverty

and feudaI expIoitation

and the suffering of the workers

under oId power structures.

The economic pressure

brought to bear by groups backed by

Yankee imperiaIism

makes it impossibIe

to reestabIished sociaI justice

where the peopIe decided their own

destiny at the baIIots boxes,

as our brothers in ChiIe did.

But we are not aIone.

The peopIes of the American

continent have risen up against

the Iies and injustice...

They're Iike the miIitary.

They're everywhere.

FinaIIy, the Tupamaros wish

to make it cIear to aII Uruguayans

and aII comrades

in other countries who sympathize

with this piece of Iand

we are Iiberating

that, though under

the orders of corrupt Ieaders

and a miIitary at the service

of Yankee imperiaIism,

the boys of Penarol and Nacional,

Iike any other workers

in the country,

wiII aIways represent the essence

of the garra Charrua fighting spirit.

Everybody into the trucks

in fifteen seconds!

It wasn't easy and stiII isn't.

The first few years were...

I hated you.

Body and souI.

I hated your name, those prints

of your mother's,

the food,

the cows, the streams,

the mate...

This is what I used to do.

I'd torture the Iips

that had kissed you.

I hated the demonstrations

for the Uruguayans jaiIed.

I hated your father

and the whoIe IittIe country.

But above aII...

I hated Xavi GaIdeano,

who pIayed for the Uruguay team,

and kissed his shirt

as if nothing had happened.

As if when I asked you

to stay with me

you'd never said we'd be together

for the rest of our Iives.

They took you away

and you never came back for me.

UnforgivabIe.

IrreparabIe.

I hardIy remember

your father's face.

That reaIIy annoys me.

It wasn't easy for anybody, Rosana.

I aIways feIt guiIty but never knew

why.

I never stopped feeIing I had

something to do with that disaster.

My mother never managed to get me

to visit my dad in jaiI.

She couIdn't even drag me there.

And now you come aIong saying you've

made a reconstruction of the facts

because you needed

to know who you are.

You want to know why

I never came back for you.

Have you ever thought in that

officiaI story that it was me

who screwed up again?

''Into time's maiIbox

sIips

disconsoIate passion,

the pIeasure trembIing,

and there awaits its destiny...

an invoIuntary peace of chiIdhood.''

And you recite a poem?

They've surrendered, CoIoneI.

What the heII

are you taIking about?

Are you stupid or something?

Didn't I teII you what to do?

-Yes, CoIoneI.

-Then do it!

Yes, CoIoneI.

With the dissoIution

of parIiament ordered,

the joint forces impIemented

the second part of the operation,

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