1978 (2024) Movie Script
1
ARGENTINA SUFFERS THE WORSMILITARY DICTATORSHIP OF ITS HISTORY.
THE INTERNATIONAL IMAGE
OF THE MILITARY GOVERNMENIS PROGRESSIVELY DETERIORATING
AFTER MULTIPLE ALLEGATIONS OF
MASSIVE HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATIONS.
IN VIEW OF THIS EVIDENCE,
THE MILITARY COUNCIL MAKES A STRONG BET:
TO CELEBRATE THE 1978 FOOTBALL
WORLD CUP WHICH ALLOWS THEM
TO SHOW THE FICTION OF A UNITED COUNTRY
THAT LIVES IN PEACE AND HARMONY,
AND THUS HIDE THE STATE CRIMES.
WHILE THE ARGENTINE NATIONAL
TEAM WINS AND ADVANCES TO THE FINALS,
THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ARE KIDNAPPED,
TORTURED AND MURDERED IN
CLANDESTINE DETENTION CENTERS...
Broadcast by LRA National Radio...
the international service RAE,
Argentina radio broadcasting abroad,
and LS82 TV, Channel 7.
Now we will listen to
the words of His Excellency
the President of Argentina.
Lieutenant General
Jorge Rafael Videla speaks.
The moment of truth has arrived.
Our country is going through
one of the most difficult stages
in its history.
In the face of this dramatic situation,
the Armed Forces,
assumed the government of our Nation.
Only the State,
for which we do not accept the
role of mere spectator of the process,
will monopolize the use of force.
We will use that force
as many times as necessary...
to ensure the social peace.
With this mission,
we will fight relentlessly...
against subversive crimes,
in any of its manifestations...
until its total annihilation.
They're going to kill us...
Stop jinxing us, will you?
But look at their team!
Resenbrink, Nanninga,
the Van de Kerkhof brothers...
- We're lucky they didn't bring Cruyff.
- Nonsense.
Pasarella and Gallego will
wipe the floor with them on the field.
Just like with the Peruvians.
Argentina, finalist for
the second time in a World Cup...
Number five...
Did you speak with Basualdo?
Yes, we have to stay.
This is bullshit!
We are on duty, Alsina...
So well watch the match here.
Escobar is making
a barbecue in his country house.
- Everyone's already there.
- We're staying here. End of discussion.
If anyone has a problem, you can
file a complaint with the leadership.
Understood?
Play...
So?
It seems that this ends here...
Envido!
So, you are in a hurry, Carancho?
When I venture into the forest,
I carry my dagger
and a plenty fire power.
And thus I tell my partner...
2 Tricks and 3 Flowers.
Flor and Truco, I say!
God damn...
You are one lucky bastard, Moro!
Son of a bitch!
I accept!
Wow...
Rush him! Make him sweat!
Good, good...
How are we doing?
I might have something.
- I say Retruco!
- I accept!
Don't fuck around.
Tell me you can beat it...
- Come on!
- Yes, damn it!
Now we can watch the match!
Come on!
25 million Argentines
We will play in the World Cup
Wow...
You had the
Ace of Spades and you fold it?
What was the idea?
To humiliate me in front of my friends?
No? What then?
Wait a second... Because
that's a very serious accusation.
Are you trying
to tell me that Carancho
and Baviera
pressured you to take a dive?
Let me see if I understand you.
Or are you pulling my leg?
You didn't want to talk by crook.
Okay, lets do it by hook.
We invited you to watch the final match
to play a Truco with the boys.
And I said: Now he'll talk.
I thought you might give up
the names of your superiors...
An address, something. But no,
not a word...
Now, you didn't hesitate for a second,
in ratting on my colleagues.
We are living in violent times.
Times of War.
In which rules change or disappear.
Where we need to preserve the security
of our Nation by any means necessary.
But, as in every war,
there are two sides.
Our side,
The Guardians of Order...
Those who fight to preserve
the security of our Nation.
And, on the other side,
The Traitors to Motherland.
The Collaborators of Evil.
Now, Evil needs accomplices.
There are those who know
the truth, but prefer to hide it...
and those who,
being able to raise their voices...
choose to remain silent.
Evil knows how to
choose its soldiers well.
But...
we know how to fight them.
- Goal! Goal!
- Come on! Goal!
CHIEF OF POLICE ASSASSINATED
Thank you, sir.
Wait outside.
Okay, lets begin...
Your name is Francisco Gonzlez,
a.k.a Paco.
You studied law at U.B.A.
Your fathers name is Mario.
He's a lawyer.
Your mother's name
is Dora Gutirrez, psychologist.
They live in Vicente Lpez.
You joined Montoneros
in 1975 and left them last year.
Since then, you have been active
in another clandestine organization.
I want you to tell me about them.
Who they are,
where they operate,
how many cells are active.
You must be confusing
me with someone else, sir.
I swear on my mother
that I'm not in any group.
That's not going to cut it, Paco...
In a few minutes,
Moro is going to question you.
He's a legend in here.
A beast...
He's going to start beating you
until he breaks your ribs.
Then, he's going to connect you
to a machine and pass 800 volts
through your body
until your balls fry.
And then, just for pleasure,
he will pull you out
3 or 4 finger nails.
But long before that
you're going to start talking.
You'll tell him everything you know,
and everything you don't know as well...
But you're not
going to avoid punishment.
Because when Moro warms up,
theres no way of stopping him.
Do you understand?
If you want to avoid that treatment...
you have one last chance.
Now, with me.
Tell me...
What is the name of your organization?
We can trust Paco.
He will send them
on a wild goose chase...
The first half ended!
How are the Peronist guys doing?
Pauli...
Pauli...
Paulita, sweetheart...
Paulita...
Sweetie.
I have good news for you.
I had been thinking a lot...
and I would sincerely love,
when all this is over...
for you to come and live with me.
So much excitement...
Yes.
I understand, yes.
I feel the same way.
I'm happy, very happy.
I want us to get to know
each other a little better, see?
Away from all this scum...
I know that with time...
you're going to learn to love me.
You know?
Love me, bitch!
- Love me.
- Enough!
Hey, what's going on here?
No, I don't want to find out
that one of you two
is trying to steal my girlfriend.
I can't hear you, pieces of shit!
- No sir, no!
- Shut up! Not you.
Asshole!
What about you?
Are you the brave one?
You fucking communist...
Father...
I surrender to your will.
Dont forsake me.
He's talking, sir.
Did he give you
information about the FAR?
He doesnt belong to the FAR.
What are you talking about?
He's not part
of the group we are looking for.
He belongs to a new one
that I never heard before.
Communist League of Fraternity.
I can't believe he sold you this name.
It sounds like a Boys Club...
This is all smoke and mirrors...
If you treat them well, they lie to you.
I told you this a thousand times.
Leave it, kid... Let me take care of it.
Moro...
Give me ten more minutes.
Ten minutes.
I already gained his trust.
You don't need to go in.
I'll make this simple for you, kid,
because I want to watch the second half.
Want me to go in or would you prefer
I send Carancho?
Thats what I thought...
Baviera, prepare the machine.
What's wrong, officer,
you feel sorry for them?
With all due respect...
I don't think that beating a couple
of defenseless students to death...
is worthy
of the Argentine Armed Forces, sir.
And I, with all due respect,
don't give a damn what you think.
What matters to me
is that you do your job well.
Which is to protect our Nation.
To obtain information
by any means necessary.
Do I make myself clear?
- Yes, sir.
- I hope so...
Because if you don't have
the balls to fight this war,
you are useless to us.
Did I make myself clear?
Get a move on. Its getting late...
Come on. I want a deep hole,
nice and neat. Keep the line.
Put your back into it.
Come on, guys.
Sing that song you like so much, please.
Come on. How does it go?
The Peronist boys...
- All united, we'll triumph...
- And?
And as always, we'll give...
- A shout...
- A heartfelt shout...
- Long live Pern, long live Pern!
- Long live Pern, long live Pern!
Its okay... Its okay.
Okay, thats enough. You can get out.
Not you. You stay there. Stay there...
Lie down.
Please. Lie down.
Come on!
You're not going to expect me
to throw myself in there, are you?
Get my clothes dirty?
Look at this jacket...
Come on.
Goddamn it! Why do I need
to repeat 20 times the same thing?
Its impossible
to be nice to you, people.
Guys, I took you out for some fresh air!
Isn't it a spectacular night?
Feel the fresh air...
Have you ever had
a better night than this? No...
I always have to do
things the hard way...
- No, no, no!
- Lie there. Lie down there.
Look at that, unbelievable!
Fits like a glove.
Listen,
I have a question for you.
We made a bet with the boys.
We can't remember what was the phrase...
The flag we found at your place.
It said, Homeland or..."?
Or...? Did it begin with D?
It began with D or not?
Homeland or...? D..., De...
"De..."
Please!
"De..."
Come on... You have no sense of humor.
I can't make a little joke, man?
Come on, get out. You're done here.
Throw it in there, quickly.
Take them away.
You guys are singing
all the way back, okay?
- The Peronist boys...
- That's it.
Stay still, asshole!
Fraternal Communist League...
Couldn't you come up
with a stupider name?
I don't want any trouble, sir.
I'll tell you all I know.
Sure. That is a fact. You're
going to tell us everything you know.
And what you don't know as well...
You will sing like a songbird.
What are you going to do to me?
- What are you going to do to me?
- Hey, take it easy...
Relax.
Let's listen to a nice Tango.
Now, you're going to tell me the names
of the leaders of your organization.
- Names!
- I don't know...
I'm listening...
- Go ahead.
- Attila! Attila! Attila! Attila!
See how you remember everything
with a little incentive?
I dont want their code names!
- I want their real names and surnames!
- I dont know them!
Please, I don't know...
I don't know...
- Netherlands scored a goal...
- You fucking piece of shit!
I'm going to show you
that water cant be chewed.
No, no!
No! Please no!
My son...
this is Father Alsina.
I'm here to bless you.
And, if you want,
to forgive all your sins.
Help me, Father...
In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Heavenly Father, all mighty.
Help this lone sheep that
has strayed from your flock...
to find its way back
to the gates of your kingdom.
You shall receive forgiveness.
But first, I need the
names of your leaders...
I don't know, Father.
I swear I dont know...
The Good Lord
wants to grant you forgiveness.
But he needs a sign from you...
A surname... An address...
And you shall receive
eternal forgiveness.
A header from Passarella.
Luque starts off,
raises his leg and the ball.
Header, ball out.
The match is over!
The match is over and we'll have to play
thirty more minutes,
after five minutes of rest.
The FIFA regulations stipulate
a five-minute break now
and, after that,
30 more minutes of match,
in two halves, of 15 minutes each...
In two halves, of 15 minutes each,
switching goals
without any break in between...
Ladies and gentlemen,
- the game has ended.
- Is it here?
The game's tied...
Yes.
- Are you sure, asshole?
- Yes, yes... I'm sure.
Nanninga has tied the game...
Goal!
Son of a bitch... He sold us shit!
Freeze, motherfuckers!
Hands on your head!
The party is over,
you fucking communists!
Get up! Dont look at me!
- Walk! Walk!
- Lets go!
Walk! You too, move! Assholes!
Get up, you fucking lefty!
Move, subversive bastards!
Act smart now, you fucking communists!
Pieces of shit!
What is she doing here?
Someone had to prepare the food...
Relax... I took good care of the girl.
Do whatever you want.
New merchandise entered.
- Good stuff...
- Sit down.
They will prepare them for you.
Mario Kempes shoots.
A shot that crosses the center line...
They had a girl kidnapped.
Altamirano is taking care of her.
So they're bypassing us.
Look at that...
Free kick for Argentina. Winning 2 to 1.
Come on... Change your face, man.
We are five minutes away
from being world champions
for the first time in history!
Leave the bitch alone. I already
told you I took good care of her!
Girl, bring a beer for Carancho!
Here comes Tarantini.
Tarantini passes the ball to Bertoni.
Passes to Kempes. Mario attacks!
He approaches the area, he is going
to enter, he enters the area...
Come on, Bertoni! Yes, Bertoni!
- Goal!
- Goal!
Fuck yeah!
Argentina is the fucking champion!
Let's go Argentina!
Let's fucking go, Argentina
Fucking communists!
Have some water.
Calm down... Drink water.
Good... Relax.
Doctor, thank you for coming.
I hope it is important, Altamirano.
You made me lose
half the match to come here.
She's severely battered...
Well, well, well...
What do we have here?
The Three Musketeers.
Good... Lets do this quickly.
You're lucky that I feel happy today...
We are the new world champions.
So you're going to tell
me names and addresses...
and, Goose, goose...
I let you all loose". Agreed?
Go ahead.
Well,
let's see if we can
soften you up a little...
Damn... You are brave...
Okay, Baviera. Untie him.
Take him to the other room
and prepare him for Moro.
I swear that you're even going to
tell us about the first dick you sucked.
Fucking communist!
We have to go.
I'm not going to wait and do nothing.
Me neither...
Her water is going to
break at any moment now.
Tomorrow at the latest.
I can't believe it.
Because of the match,
no one will be left here.
We have to help her give birth.
You know that is not
my responsibility, Miguel...
I work only for special cases.
When someone from the command
needs a healthy womb.
Doctor,
do this favor for me, please...
Do you really want me
to stay here all night?
Do you know how many people there are
celebrating in Plaza de Mayo right now?
Bergez... You do this
for me and we are even.
We are even from
the moment I left my family
in the middle
of the celebration to come here.
There are dozens of hidden
girls all over Buenos Aires
trying to give birth
without anyones help.
What's the matter?
Why are you so interested in that bitch?
I fail you this time, Altamirano.
Tell me...
When did you lose your medical ethics?
Let go.
Let me go, Miguel. For your sake...
Medical ethics...
With these scourges?
She should be grateful
she's still alive.
Imbecile!
Go away. I want to be alone with them.
Now I understand everything...
It's very easy.
With two beauties like you.
I manage to infiltrate you
into a university...
I order you to seduce
a horny college student...
A student who, preferably, has to be
the son of a well-known
powerful businessman.
Son of a Lieutenant Colonel...
or an Ambassador.
You get him to trust you, and then...
he invites you to study
at his old mans house.
While one of you fucks him...
the other enters daddys bedroom...
and...
You put a bomb under his bed.
Then,
the father returns home for some rest,
after working all day long
to push the country forward,
fighting against the communist scum
that sinks us every day.
Simply trying to claim his
measly four hours of daily rest...
Suddenly...
Argentina...
ends up having more terrorist
attacks than the ETA in Spain.
Look...
I'm not going to pull out your teeth...
tear off your nails,
break your little fingers...
I simply...
would like to experiment...
what that university student feels...
when he brings two beautiful girls
like you to his fathers house.
Two hippie girls...
with a patchouli
incense smell in the pussy.
So youre the tough guy
everyone told me about?
I never understood
the guerrilla passion for fire.
Throwing bombs, starting fires,
causing the death of innocent people...
Death by fire is one
of the most painful deaths.
The agony before death
can last at least thirteen minutes.
The only option
you have not to suffer...
is to pray to God...
to die sooner. Suffocated.
Like I said...
death by fire is one...
of the most painful.
But I know others ways...
far worse.
God damn it!
Answer!
Yes?
- Yes, sir?
- Vasili, cancel the operation.
It's a little late for that now.
We have him here, ready to sing.
What are you talking about, Vasili?
I don't know who the hell you kidnapped,
but the group we were
looking for is in the ESMA.
Tell me who you are,
son of a bitch! Speak!
Speak!
Tell me, you piece of shit,
who the fuck are you?
Take it easy...
He's coming...
What did you say?
Moro?
Moro?
Moro!
We're leaving, now.
Carancho?
Carancho?
Relax. Inhale...
Exhale...
Breathe. Thats it...
What's your name?
Irene.
I'm Miguel.
Everything's going to be all right.
Moro?
Bavier...
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider...
Who goes there?
Quique...
No, no, no!
Let's go... Let's go...
Her water broke.
Take her to a hospital.
Wait...
What you're doing here is unforgivable.
This doesn't change anything.
Are you okay?
Calm down...
We're not going to leave you.
Irene... We have to go now.
Take care of him...
Promise me you'll take care of him.
I promise.
Leave.
I told you to leave!
ARGENTINA WORLD CHAMPION
ARGENTINA SUFFERS THE WORSMILITARY DICTATORSHIP OF ITS HISTORY.
THE INTERNATIONAL IMAGE
OF THE MILITARY GOVERNMENIS PROGRESSIVELY DETERIORATING
AFTER MULTIPLE ALLEGATIONS OF
MASSIVE HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATIONS.
IN VIEW OF THIS EVIDENCE,
THE MILITARY COUNCIL MAKES A STRONG BET:
TO CELEBRATE THE 1978 FOOTBALL
WORLD CUP WHICH ALLOWS THEM
TO SHOW THE FICTION OF A UNITED COUNTRY
THAT LIVES IN PEACE AND HARMONY,
AND THUS HIDE THE STATE CRIMES.
WHILE THE ARGENTINE NATIONAL
TEAM WINS AND ADVANCES TO THE FINALS,
THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ARE KIDNAPPED,
TORTURED AND MURDERED IN
CLANDESTINE DETENTION CENTERS...
Broadcast by LRA National Radio...
the international service RAE,
Argentina radio broadcasting abroad,
and LS82 TV, Channel 7.
Now we will listen to
the words of His Excellency
the President of Argentina.
Lieutenant General
Jorge Rafael Videla speaks.
The moment of truth has arrived.
Our country is going through
one of the most difficult stages
in its history.
In the face of this dramatic situation,
the Armed Forces,
assumed the government of our Nation.
Only the State,
for which we do not accept the
role of mere spectator of the process,
will monopolize the use of force.
We will use that force
as many times as necessary...
to ensure the social peace.
With this mission,
we will fight relentlessly...
against subversive crimes,
in any of its manifestations...
until its total annihilation.
They're going to kill us...
Stop jinxing us, will you?
But look at their team!
Resenbrink, Nanninga,
the Van de Kerkhof brothers...
- We're lucky they didn't bring Cruyff.
- Nonsense.
Pasarella and Gallego will
wipe the floor with them on the field.
Just like with the Peruvians.
Argentina, finalist for
the second time in a World Cup...
Number five...
Did you speak with Basualdo?
Yes, we have to stay.
This is bullshit!
We are on duty, Alsina...
So well watch the match here.
Escobar is making
a barbecue in his country house.
- Everyone's already there.
- We're staying here. End of discussion.
If anyone has a problem, you can
file a complaint with the leadership.
Understood?
Play...
So?
It seems that this ends here...
Envido!
So, you are in a hurry, Carancho?
When I venture into the forest,
I carry my dagger
and a plenty fire power.
And thus I tell my partner...
2 Tricks and 3 Flowers.
Flor and Truco, I say!
God damn...
You are one lucky bastard, Moro!
Son of a bitch!
I accept!
Wow...
Rush him! Make him sweat!
Good, good...
How are we doing?
I might have something.
- I say Retruco!
- I accept!
Don't fuck around.
Tell me you can beat it...
- Come on!
- Yes, damn it!
Now we can watch the match!
Come on!
25 million Argentines
We will play in the World Cup
Wow...
You had the
Ace of Spades and you fold it?
What was the idea?
To humiliate me in front of my friends?
No? What then?
Wait a second... Because
that's a very serious accusation.
Are you trying
to tell me that Carancho
and Baviera
pressured you to take a dive?
Let me see if I understand you.
Or are you pulling my leg?
You didn't want to talk by crook.
Okay, lets do it by hook.
We invited you to watch the final match
to play a Truco with the boys.
And I said: Now he'll talk.
I thought you might give up
the names of your superiors...
An address, something. But no,
not a word...
Now, you didn't hesitate for a second,
in ratting on my colleagues.
We are living in violent times.
Times of War.
In which rules change or disappear.
Where we need to preserve the security
of our Nation by any means necessary.
But, as in every war,
there are two sides.
Our side,
The Guardians of Order...
Those who fight to preserve
the security of our Nation.
And, on the other side,
The Traitors to Motherland.
The Collaborators of Evil.
Now, Evil needs accomplices.
There are those who know
the truth, but prefer to hide it...
and those who,
being able to raise their voices...
choose to remain silent.
Evil knows how to
choose its soldiers well.
But...
we know how to fight them.
- Goal! Goal!
- Come on! Goal!
CHIEF OF POLICE ASSASSINATED
Thank you, sir.
Wait outside.
Okay, lets begin...
Your name is Francisco Gonzlez,
a.k.a Paco.
You studied law at U.B.A.
Your fathers name is Mario.
He's a lawyer.
Your mother's name
is Dora Gutirrez, psychologist.
They live in Vicente Lpez.
You joined Montoneros
in 1975 and left them last year.
Since then, you have been active
in another clandestine organization.
I want you to tell me about them.
Who they are,
where they operate,
how many cells are active.
You must be confusing
me with someone else, sir.
I swear on my mother
that I'm not in any group.
That's not going to cut it, Paco...
In a few minutes,
Moro is going to question you.
He's a legend in here.
A beast...
He's going to start beating you
until he breaks your ribs.
Then, he's going to connect you
to a machine and pass 800 volts
through your body
until your balls fry.
And then, just for pleasure,
he will pull you out
3 or 4 finger nails.
But long before that
you're going to start talking.
You'll tell him everything you know,
and everything you don't know as well...
But you're not
going to avoid punishment.
Because when Moro warms up,
theres no way of stopping him.
Do you understand?
If you want to avoid that treatment...
you have one last chance.
Now, with me.
Tell me...
What is the name of your organization?
We can trust Paco.
He will send them
on a wild goose chase...
The first half ended!
How are the Peronist guys doing?
Pauli...
Pauli...
Paulita, sweetheart...
Paulita...
Sweetie.
I have good news for you.
I had been thinking a lot...
and I would sincerely love,
when all this is over...
for you to come and live with me.
So much excitement...
Yes.
I understand, yes.
I feel the same way.
I'm happy, very happy.
I want us to get to know
each other a little better, see?
Away from all this scum...
I know that with time...
you're going to learn to love me.
You know?
Love me, bitch!
- Love me.
- Enough!
Hey, what's going on here?
No, I don't want to find out
that one of you two
is trying to steal my girlfriend.
I can't hear you, pieces of shit!
- No sir, no!
- Shut up! Not you.
Asshole!
What about you?
Are you the brave one?
You fucking communist...
Father...
I surrender to your will.
Dont forsake me.
He's talking, sir.
Did he give you
information about the FAR?
He doesnt belong to the FAR.
What are you talking about?
He's not part
of the group we are looking for.
He belongs to a new one
that I never heard before.
Communist League of Fraternity.
I can't believe he sold you this name.
It sounds like a Boys Club...
This is all smoke and mirrors...
If you treat them well, they lie to you.
I told you this a thousand times.
Leave it, kid... Let me take care of it.
Moro...
Give me ten more minutes.
Ten minutes.
I already gained his trust.
You don't need to go in.
I'll make this simple for you, kid,
because I want to watch the second half.
Want me to go in or would you prefer
I send Carancho?
Thats what I thought...
Baviera, prepare the machine.
What's wrong, officer,
you feel sorry for them?
With all due respect...
I don't think that beating a couple
of defenseless students to death...
is worthy
of the Argentine Armed Forces, sir.
And I, with all due respect,
don't give a damn what you think.
What matters to me
is that you do your job well.
Which is to protect our Nation.
To obtain information
by any means necessary.
Do I make myself clear?
- Yes, sir.
- I hope so...
Because if you don't have
the balls to fight this war,
you are useless to us.
Did I make myself clear?
Get a move on. Its getting late...
Come on. I want a deep hole,
nice and neat. Keep the line.
Put your back into it.
Come on, guys.
Sing that song you like so much, please.
Come on. How does it go?
The Peronist boys...
- All united, we'll triumph...
- And?
And as always, we'll give...
- A shout...
- A heartfelt shout...
- Long live Pern, long live Pern!
- Long live Pern, long live Pern!
Its okay... Its okay.
Okay, thats enough. You can get out.
Not you. You stay there. Stay there...
Lie down.
Please. Lie down.
Come on!
You're not going to expect me
to throw myself in there, are you?
Get my clothes dirty?
Look at this jacket...
Come on.
Goddamn it! Why do I need
to repeat 20 times the same thing?
Its impossible
to be nice to you, people.
Guys, I took you out for some fresh air!
Isn't it a spectacular night?
Feel the fresh air...
Have you ever had
a better night than this? No...
I always have to do
things the hard way...
- No, no, no!
- Lie there. Lie down there.
Look at that, unbelievable!
Fits like a glove.
Listen,
I have a question for you.
We made a bet with the boys.
We can't remember what was the phrase...
The flag we found at your place.
It said, Homeland or..."?
Or...? Did it begin with D?
It began with D or not?
Homeland or...? D..., De...
"De..."
Please!
"De..."
Come on... You have no sense of humor.
I can't make a little joke, man?
Come on, get out. You're done here.
Throw it in there, quickly.
Take them away.
You guys are singing
all the way back, okay?
- The Peronist boys...
- That's it.
Stay still, asshole!
Fraternal Communist League...
Couldn't you come up
with a stupider name?
I don't want any trouble, sir.
I'll tell you all I know.
Sure. That is a fact. You're
going to tell us everything you know.
And what you don't know as well...
You will sing like a songbird.
What are you going to do to me?
- What are you going to do to me?
- Hey, take it easy...
Relax.
Let's listen to a nice Tango.
Now, you're going to tell me the names
of the leaders of your organization.
- Names!
- I don't know...
I'm listening...
- Go ahead.
- Attila! Attila! Attila! Attila!
See how you remember everything
with a little incentive?
I dont want their code names!
- I want their real names and surnames!
- I dont know them!
Please, I don't know...
I don't know...
- Netherlands scored a goal...
- You fucking piece of shit!
I'm going to show you
that water cant be chewed.
No, no!
No! Please no!
My son...
this is Father Alsina.
I'm here to bless you.
And, if you want,
to forgive all your sins.
Help me, Father...
In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Heavenly Father, all mighty.
Help this lone sheep that
has strayed from your flock...
to find its way back
to the gates of your kingdom.
You shall receive forgiveness.
But first, I need the
names of your leaders...
I don't know, Father.
I swear I dont know...
The Good Lord
wants to grant you forgiveness.
But he needs a sign from you...
A surname... An address...
And you shall receive
eternal forgiveness.
A header from Passarella.
Luque starts off,
raises his leg and the ball.
Header, ball out.
The match is over!
The match is over and we'll have to play
thirty more minutes,
after five minutes of rest.
The FIFA regulations stipulate
a five-minute break now
and, after that,
30 more minutes of match,
in two halves, of 15 minutes each...
In two halves, of 15 minutes each,
switching goals
without any break in between...
Ladies and gentlemen,
- the game has ended.
- Is it here?
The game's tied...
Yes.
- Are you sure, asshole?
- Yes, yes... I'm sure.
Nanninga has tied the game...
Goal!
Son of a bitch... He sold us shit!
Freeze, motherfuckers!
Hands on your head!
The party is over,
you fucking communists!
Get up! Dont look at me!
- Walk! Walk!
- Lets go!
Walk! You too, move! Assholes!
Get up, you fucking lefty!
Move, subversive bastards!
Act smart now, you fucking communists!
Pieces of shit!
What is she doing here?
Someone had to prepare the food...
Relax... I took good care of the girl.
Do whatever you want.
New merchandise entered.
- Good stuff...
- Sit down.
They will prepare them for you.
Mario Kempes shoots.
A shot that crosses the center line...
They had a girl kidnapped.
Altamirano is taking care of her.
So they're bypassing us.
Look at that...
Free kick for Argentina. Winning 2 to 1.
Come on... Change your face, man.
We are five minutes away
from being world champions
for the first time in history!
Leave the bitch alone. I already
told you I took good care of her!
Girl, bring a beer for Carancho!
Here comes Tarantini.
Tarantini passes the ball to Bertoni.
Passes to Kempes. Mario attacks!
He approaches the area, he is going
to enter, he enters the area...
Come on, Bertoni! Yes, Bertoni!
- Goal!
- Goal!
Fuck yeah!
Argentina is the fucking champion!
Let's go Argentina!
Let's fucking go, Argentina
Fucking communists!
Have some water.
Calm down... Drink water.
Good... Relax.
Doctor, thank you for coming.
I hope it is important, Altamirano.
You made me lose
half the match to come here.
She's severely battered...
Well, well, well...
What do we have here?
The Three Musketeers.
Good... Lets do this quickly.
You're lucky that I feel happy today...
We are the new world champions.
So you're going to tell
me names and addresses...
and, Goose, goose...
I let you all loose". Agreed?
Go ahead.
Well,
let's see if we can
soften you up a little...
Damn... You are brave...
Okay, Baviera. Untie him.
Take him to the other room
and prepare him for Moro.
I swear that you're even going to
tell us about the first dick you sucked.
Fucking communist!
We have to go.
I'm not going to wait and do nothing.
Me neither...
Her water is going to
break at any moment now.
Tomorrow at the latest.
I can't believe it.
Because of the match,
no one will be left here.
We have to help her give birth.
You know that is not
my responsibility, Miguel...
I work only for special cases.
When someone from the command
needs a healthy womb.
Doctor,
do this favor for me, please...
Do you really want me
to stay here all night?
Do you know how many people there are
celebrating in Plaza de Mayo right now?
Bergez... You do this
for me and we are even.
We are even from
the moment I left my family
in the middle
of the celebration to come here.
There are dozens of hidden
girls all over Buenos Aires
trying to give birth
without anyones help.
What's the matter?
Why are you so interested in that bitch?
I fail you this time, Altamirano.
Tell me...
When did you lose your medical ethics?
Let go.
Let me go, Miguel. For your sake...
Medical ethics...
With these scourges?
She should be grateful
she's still alive.
Imbecile!
Go away. I want to be alone with them.
Now I understand everything...
It's very easy.
With two beauties like you.
I manage to infiltrate you
into a university...
I order you to seduce
a horny college student...
A student who, preferably, has to be
the son of a well-known
powerful businessman.
Son of a Lieutenant Colonel...
or an Ambassador.
You get him to trust you, and then...
he invites you to study
at his old mans house.
While one of you fucks him...
the other enters daddys bedroom...
and...
You put a bomb under his bed.
Then,
the father returns home for some rest,
after working all day long
to push the country forward,
fighting against the communist scum
that sinks us every day.
Simply trying to claim his
measly four hours of daily rest...
Suddenly...
Argentina...
ends up having more terrorist
attacks than the ETA in Spain.
Look...
I'm not going to pull out your teeth...
tear off your nails,
break your little fingers...
I simply...
would like to experiment...
what that university student feels...
when he brings two beautiful girls
like you to his fathers house.
Two hippie girls...
with a patchouli
incense smell in the pussy.
So youre the tough guy
everyone told me about?
I never understood
the guerrilla passion for fire.
Throwing bombs, starting fires,
causing the death of innocent people...
Death by fire is one
of the most painful deaths.
The agony before death
can last at least thirteen minutes.
The only option
you have not to suffer...
is to pray to God...
to die sooner. Suffocated.
Like I said...
death by fire is one...
of the most painful.
But I know others ways...
far worse.
God damn it!
Answer!
Yes?
- Yes, sir?
- Vasili, cancel the operation.
It's a little late for that now.
We have him here, ready to sing.
What are you talking about, Vasili?
I don't know who the hell you kidnapped,
but the group we were
looking for is in the ESMA.
Tell me who you are,
son of a bitch! Speak!
Speak!
Tell me, you piece of shit,
who the fuck are you?
Take it easy...
He's coming...
What did you say?
Moro?
Moro?
Moro!
We're leaving, now.
Carancho?
Carancho?
Relax. Inhale...
Exhale...
Breathe. Thats it...
What's your name?
Irene.
I'm Miguel.
Everything's going to be all right.
Moro?
Bavier...
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider...
Who goes there?
Quique...
No, no, no!
Let's go... Let's go...
Her water broke.
Take her to a hospital.
Wait...
What you're doing here is unforgivable.
This doesn't change anything.
Are you okay?
Calm down...
We're not going to leave you.
Irene... We have to go now.
Take care of him...
Promise me you'll take care of him.
I promise.
Leave.
I told you to leave!
ARGENTINA WORLD CHAMPION