Funny Dirty Little War (No habrá más penas ni olvido)

FUNNY DIRTY LITTLE WAR

EVITA LIVES

Ladies, on Monday the thrifty Argentine Store begins its end of season...

clearance sale.

Horacio Guarani in person... appearing tomorrow, Saturday

at 10 PM and midnight in the Colonel Soriano Social & Sports Club.

El Santo Seed Store, balanced nutrient, best of the market,

coddles the calf, fattens it in pasture, turns it into the finest beef.

THE STORY TAKES PLACE IN AN INDEFINITE ARGENTINE PROVINCE IN AUTUMN 1974.

- See you Monday, Ignacio. - Until Monday, Juanita.

- There won't be any problems. - I don't know.

The people like Fuentes.

So we don't take on Fuentes first.

We start with Mateo.

- That doesn't make sense. - Why not?

Who's gonna believe Mateo is...

Look, your job is to arrange the strike.

How much down payment?

How much down payment?

No down payment.

Look... there...

Miguel, we're on strike.

Everyone back to the yard.

- Something wrong, buddy? - Take them all back.

Long live Peron!

- They're with Fuentes. - Leave them to me.

Hey, Suprino!

What did the bosses say in San José?

- Later. - But we're getting our cut, aren't we?

- But the project's stalled! - I'll see you later.

Look, am I the town delegate or not?

Then I'm the last one to know.

My wife's waiting for the refrigerator.

What a wiseguy! You got a refrigerator...

Hey, you still owe me for the truck!

See you on payday.

How's it doing? The truck, I mean.

Oh, yeah, it runs like a bullet.

- The order comes from San José. - Quit horsing around, Suprino.

- Gotta clean out this town. - But everything's okay.

- Fuentes is a good guy. - It's not against him.

- The problem is Mateo. - The office clerk?

- Him? - He's a Marxist.

I'll be damned! Well, they can fire him.

It's more complicated than that. Gotta clean out town hall...

Orders from above.

Did you mention my request?

It looks favourable.

I don't know... if this turns out okay...

But will they transfer me or not?

Take it easy, Llanos.

I'll arrange it with the party. No problem.

Peron, Peron, you're so great...

They've gone!

Brothers!

Let's get rid of treason in town hall!

With our trade union and people's police...

We'll smash the power exploiting our town Colonia Vela

Brothers!

Brothers!

Throw out the Marxist Mateo Guastavino!

Rise up! Support the secretary general of the Peronist movement,

brother Suprino!

- What? - What's happening, Reinaldo?

We're gonna get the Marxists.

But tomorrow's my sale!

We'll finish this business today.

- I'll have no advertising! - Let's go.

- Where's Llanos? - In the patio, I think.

What are you doing?

The chief wants the flag... a celebration...

Celebration my ass!

...to get rid of... the traitors' enemy...

who has infiltrated... into Colonia Vela.

Our Mission... today more than ever...

Rubén, come here.

Don't give me orders, Ignacio.

- I'm the town delegate! - And I'm the Chief of Police!

Wait in my office.

Put two patrolmen at the town hall door.

Don't let anyone in or out.

- What are you doing here? - You said...

Go shut yourself up, in jail!

Yes, sir.

You've got infiltrators!

- Infiltrators? - In the town hall.

The only guy I've got there is Mateo.

He's an infiltrator!

Where'd you get that?

- The normalizer. - The what?

Suprino. Orders from San José.

We've got to normalize.

But Suprino's a friend!

And he owes me for the truck.

He has orders to normalize.

But goddamnit, "normalize", what?

Tell me. You're not reading too many papers, are you?

Mateo is a Marxist communist.

- Oh, knock it off! - Fire him!

I'm telling you...

Are you threatening me?

They stole my bicycle while...

You stare into space!

FUENTES TRAITOR

Bring me the shotgun.

What are you going to do?

Get ready for them.

Are you nuts? They'll kill you.

Those stinking cowards. Who're they gonna kill?

- I'll call Ruben - Hold it! Ruben.

He's the son of a bitch I'm gonna fight!

Not have a son by my side.

Come on, Fuentes!

Ignacio!

You forgot them.

The cap? You didn't bring it.

- I'll get it for you. - No.

Go inside, don't let anyone in,

understand? No one!

Hey, cops!

Hey, you cops!

Here, you jerks, at the corner!

- Can't go in, sir. - Says who?

- The chief. - He's not here.

- Who's in charge? - Sub-Inspector Rossi.

Not here either. Who's in charge?

I'm in charge, goddamnit! Attention!

Patrolman García, I promote you to corporal.

What's your salary?

A hundred and four, with allowances, sir.

- It's now a hundred and fifty. - Thank you, sir.

- Corporal García! - At your orders, sir!

Send Comini to find Moyano. Right away!

- Patrolman Comini! - Yes, Corporal.

Go find that loafer Moyano.

Quickly!

Don Ignacio! They want us out!

Take this, if they attack, we'll resist.

Why? What's happening, Don Ignacio?

- They say we're Lefties - Lefties?

I was always a Peronist, I never got into politics.

Prepare an order making García a Corporal.

Put yesterday's date on it.

- Corporal García. - At your orders!

We must defend town hall. Watch!

Yes, Don Ignacio!

Don Ignacio, want to sign?

Take this, García.

If General Peron could see me!

Get me, San José, the Mayor.

I'm taking a siesta, Fuentes.

- I have problems, sir. - Yes, I heard.

But the city doesn't meddle.

Solve them yourselves.

But you're the Mayor.

I was told that you're all part of that group...

like those guys.

What guys, sir?

Peronist youth types,

they hang out in your office.

They're good kids. Eager, and Peronists.

Peronists! Shit!

- How much do you make, Moyano? - 83 pesos.

I name you park director at 120.

Thanks, Don Ignacio, I really needed it!

Comini, give him the weapon.

The weapon, hand it over.

Here, take it.

- What's this for? - To defend the town,

Go and stay by the window.

Go... Go...

Our life for Peron!

Goddamn you! You startled me.

You're supposed to be in jail.

I escaped. With all this hassle, nobody noticed.

You're going back,

but I'll work you over first.

Wait, corporal. Juan's one of us.

He's a prisoner.

We need people.

- He's drunk. - I said he's with us.

Go up on the roof.

Uh, gimme a pea-shooter, Don Ignacio.

Here...

don't use it until I tell you.

Here.

Mateo, go with him.

Corporal!

You really got ahead fast!

- Patrolman García! - Oh, shit! The Chief!

Come out, García. You too, Comini.

That's an order, goddamnit!

I'm getting out.

Nobody leaves home.

They'll lock us up. We better go.

Wait! Who made you a corporal?

But they'll beat us up.

Sure, because I was elected delegate.

Comini!

Come out!