Pacto de Fuga (Pacto de fuga)

In July 1988, under the dictatorship of General Augusto Pinochet,

the Public Prison of Santiago houses just over 2,000 inmates.

Among 120 political prisoners

several members of the Frente Patriótico Manuel Rodríguez

await a sentence to death for carrying out an armed struggle

against the military regime of Pinochet.

For several months they have been protesting

through hunger strikes to be set apart from common criminals

and put together in one gallery of the prison

in order to launch a dangerous escape plan.

Inspired by real events.

July 11, 1988

PUBLIC PRISON SANTIAGO, CHILE

Change of scenery assholes!

DAY 1

Damn rebels!

We don't have all fucking day!

Move it!

Colonel!

You should be ashamed of how nice you are with these fucking terrorists!

Who do you think you are talking to, Andrade?

We were supposed to separate them, Jorquera!

Separate them.

Put them in different jails from north to south.

Just as they were before the Pope arrived!

Don't you understand that they'll be easier to control here

- in the center of the prison? - Colonel!

Stop acting like a newborn puppy.

Motherfuckers!

They’re gonna fucking get it!

Fuckers!

Motherfuckers!

Hurry up!

Let him go!

What's your problem?

Get the fuck up!

Move it!

Move it!

Don't be a tough guy with me, Jiménez.

One word from me and you're off to the "Hotel"

Guerilla jackoff!

I'll make you my bitch anytime, motherfucker.

You bunch of faggots!

Good morning troops!

Good morning, Colonel!

From now on

all military prisoners

under the state's antiterrorist law

will be grouped in blocks seven and eight!

Security formation!

You will now be assigned to the new blocks as follows!

Acevedo Jorge,

Arias Guillermo,

Acosta Mateo,

Ayala Roberto,

Aliaga Benito,

Barrientos Sebastián,

Barril Matías,

Barroso Fernando,

Bustamante Iván,

Canto Benjamín,

Carmona Arturo,

Stop!

Cáceres Felipe,

Castillo Nicolai,

Díaz Enrique, Domínguez Javier...

Move it! Move it!

Come on! Keep walking!

Quickly! Move it!

Flores Saturnino,

García Nicolás,

Galindo Pablo, Gallego Mateo.

Comrade Vargas.

I've got a bunk set aside for Paredes.

But... we can all fit in. No problem.

That one, that one! Come on!

Hurry! Hurry!

You took number 51.

It was 50. Now we're on an angle.

Easy for you to say, you got the first floor.

You screwed up our communication Vargas.

What should we do?

What should we do?

We started at "engineer Vargas" style.

Tell your pessimism that we'll fix it.

How many years to become an engineer?

Five, seven years?

This isn't the one we should've taken.

How many are left here?

Three of them.

Three.

JAILBREAK PACT

DAY 3

Hey, Bigote!

Hey, Benito! Heard your soccer team did well!

Fuck off!

We'll do better next season.

Econo, the packages have arrived.

Just leave them over there. I'll take them right away.

Come on. Pass it to me.

- Why? Do you think that you're Maradona. - But this is a team work!

Hey man!

Fuck.

¡Gol!

Benito, fatass, throw us a pass!

Back there is Teatinos...

and the Norgine lab.

There are other stores open until nighttime.

Too many people. They could see us.

And what's there on the right?

Amunategui to the west.

There aren't many safe places there either.

We have to hurry and get some outside support.

Any way we can.

Hey, Jiménez, we still don't know if...

The party is going to build the tunnel from the outside and you're rushing.

Eagerness can bring down any operation.

You say that because of the mistakes you made in Carrizal, Vargas?

Do you think that was my fault?

I don't know.

Do you know what they say about you?

What do they say?

Why did the attack on Pinochet fail?

Jiménez... Didn't your rocket launcher jam?

Come on guys, please.

I didn't choose the weapons, asshole.

Have you ever thought that we could've picked the wrong equipment?

I don't know!

I can't work with this guy anymore.

Both of us in charge, it won't work out.

Nobody is forcing you to be a part of this operation, Vargas.

Well, if nobody is forcing me to, then I'm out.

Then go. Nobody is waiting for you outside, anyway.

Hey!

What's going on?

- Do we have a problem there? - No, officer. No problem.

Both you pricks listen up!

If it was up to me, I wouldn't be here.

And I imagine that neither would you two.

Enough sweat and blood has been shed in the past.

We need to focus on this operation now

because both of you are needed, given your expertise.

Plus, we don't want to stay here. Right?

Like this.

On this side to the north is Balmaceda Avenue..

There are the palm trees...

and a bit further, the Mapocho river.

How do you calculate the distance?

Two steps per five feet. Almost 70 meters.

I have to calculate again because we need to cross the street.

How much dirt are we talking about?

If the terrain is sandy...

and the tunnel is seventy by seventy...

Nine hundred kilos per cubic meter...

50 to 70 tons, more or less.

And all that's going to the crawlspace?

That amount of dirt won't fit anywhere, León.

The meters don't matter.

We need to know how it is up there.

We need to find the way to connect the cells.

Let's talk about that later.

Comrade Vargas,

I wanted to apologize.

I fucked up.

I shouldn't have said what I said.

I didn't mean it.

Comrade Rafael,

got a question for you.

How long are you planning on staying here?

If I had an idea, I'd already told you

or you wouldn't be talking to me right now.

That's what I was getting at.

See, I'd like to get out of here I gather that you would, too.

We would all like to leave, comrade.

Can you get some outside support?

Do you have a plan, comrade?

I have a rough idea. You might be interested.

What are you willing to do?

Whatever it takes, comrade.

When you have a kind of plan, we'll continue talking about.

DAY 5

Over here.

It's more exposed.

Nobody's going to think about checking here.

It's less obvious.

It's less noticeable.

We could cut it in the shape of a block.

But, we'd have to make a replacement block.

That we would have to put in and out every time we come in and out of the hole.

Isn't the whole in and out cube thing too complicated?

We have to do it! And we have to seal it every time we come out.

What if the crawlspace plan doesn't work out?

We'll think of something else then!

The fake block's consistency must be exact.

It needs to resist baton strikes and sledgehammers.

OK.

It blends in with whatever we cut in here. Go on.

Hey, comrade.

Want to play a little guitar?

You know I don't play, Sotomayor.