Neruda Page #3

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- Yes sir.

Much pleasure.

It's my pleasure, Mr. President.

The Director General, present here,

You got upset because I

wanted to talk to you.

I can not believe you got

upset with yourself.

You got upset.

If you upset or did not get

upset, what do you think?

Yeah, I think she got

upset a little bit.

- Do you know Neruda?

- Yes sir.

Do you read poetry?

Little.

This country is full of

intelligent communists.

They speak French and

like to build bridges.

We are talking about someone

who only had shoes at age 12.

In my campaign, he was

pulling out a little paper

And ten thousand proletarians

were silent to hear him

Recite a poetry with

that voice you have.

But Chileans do not forgive the

criminals who have been arrested.

Yes sir.

Can I rest easy?

Of course, sir.

You will arrest him and humiliate him.

Then we throw the party.

Now the president is

going to dance a waltz.

Or spend the night

playing the piano...

Excuse.

And crying with anger.

Thank you, Mr. President.

I'm a great cop.

But I can also be

a great artist.

You tell me. Excuse.

- Is that me?

- No.

It should be me.

But it's a horse.

Why do not we buy two

horses and run away?

Of course. Can you ride?

- Yeah. You forgot I'm from the south?

- Me too.

Let's go.

Do you dare?

Together.

Of course.

Let's leave together...

And then you follow alone...

as always.

Let's go.

Let's go.

They say that Chile is an island

And that the mountain

range is a second sea.

A kind of giant wave

that never breaks.

On the other side there

is a strangely flat earth

Called "Argentina".

It's a green country, really.

With agriculture and war.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

- Passports, please.

- Yes.

Here they are.

Here he says that his name

is Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.

In my passport

says Pablo Neruda.

But here it says "Reyes".

Because "Neruda"

Is the artistic name.

It is my name of war.

If you have two names, you

can not leave the country.

They're waiting for

me on the other side.

I can walk.

I'm sorry. It's the law.

Turn around. Good afternoon.

The first house is

the first house.

Neruda is a man from the

mountains and from the guides.

It is not colch in the

floor nor clean bathrooms.

Come in.

Perfect.

- Wonderful.

- Thanks for lying.

At least we will not eat

lying down like Nero.

Here we put the grand piano.

Under the window,

the pool table.

Here, the ballroom.

Do you know the only problem

in this place, Victor?

Which is?

They'll never find me here.

"Do you want them to find you?"

- No.

But I wanted to feel them closer.

No one touches anything.

The astute Peluchonneau commission

Leads the operation as if it

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