1978

ARGENTINA SUFFERS THE WORST MILITARY DICTATORSHIP OF ITS HISTORY.

THE INTERNATIONAL IMAGE OF THE MILITARY GOVERNMENT

IS 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 IRA 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 we'll 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, let's 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, let's begin...

Your name is Francisco González,

a.k.a “Paco”.

You studied law at U.B.A.

Your father's name is Mario. He's a lawyer.

Your mother's name is Dora Gutiérrez, psychologist.

They live in Vicente López.

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,

there's 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.

Don't forsake me.

He's talking, sir.

Did he give you information about the FAR?

He doesn't 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.