Men with Guns Page #3

They've killed all my children.

- Who killed them?

- The men with guns.

But who are these men?

Are they white or Indian?

When an Indian puts on a uniform,

he becomes white.

You'd better go now, doctor.

What's wrong?

The people here don't know you.

I taught your doctor.

His name was Cienfuegos.

He was a good student.

Cienfuegos wasn't a good doctor.

- Why do you say that?

- So many of his patients are dead.

My camera!

Damn it!

Thousands of them. Tore their hearts

out and threw them in the well.

Must have had a labor surplus.

Hello! We meet again!

The accounts say there was a stream

of blood running down the pyramid.

In Mexico.

Pardon?

Not here. In Mexico. The Aztecs.

But it says here...

Not our people.

It was other tribes

attacking from the north.

Honey, he said it was

foreigners invading from the north.

That's not what it says in the book.

- I found this in the lobby.

- Read it.

It's written in italics.

You read it poetically.

There is a place where the air

Is like a caress

Where gentle waters flow

A place where your burdens

Are lifted from your shoulders

On wings of peace

They can't be talking about this place.

This is near Bali.

A place to forget

A place to grow

A place where each day is a gift

And each person is reborn

Where is this paradise on earth?

This heaven, this safe harbor?

They murdered Cienfuegos.

Who told you that?

I heard a rumor in the capital,

so I went to the village.

He wasn't there.

The guerrillas kidnapped him.

They told me

he was burned to death.

What is your name, sir?

Dr. Fuentes. Humberto Fuentes.

Dr. Humberto Fuentes.

I'll send somebody to investigate.

We have to stop these rumors.

That won't change anything.

If the guerrillas kidnapped him,

killed him, then...

Then you'll be returning to the capital?

I'd like to keep on, visit another

student of mine in Tierra Quemada.

I wouldn't advise you to go there.

Why not?

There have been some incidents

with guerrillas up there.

And then there are deserters,

bandits and the Indians...

Well, they're Indians, right?

They won't talk to anybody.

A white face comes along, and...

I'm sure my student is there.

If you want to, go ahead,

but I can't guarantee your safety.

Could I see your identification?

I need to make sure you're a doctor,

not a journalist.

We've had problems with journalists

up there.

They go up to take pictures,

then they disappear.

And I get blamed for it.

I won't take any pictures.

They stole my camera.

Your identification, please.

Hey, old man!

Are you lost?!

Excuse me, seora...

...do you know

where Dr. Arenas is?

The doctor here.

Do you know him, seora?

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