1978 (2025)

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ARGENTINA SUFFERS THE WORSMILITARY DICTATORSHIP OF ITS HISTORY.

THE INTERNATIONAL IMAGE

OF THE MILITARY GOVERNMENIS 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 m*rder*d 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 k*ll 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 b*stard, Moro!

Son of a b*tch!

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 f*ck 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 w*r.

In which rules change or disappear.

Where we need to preserve the security

of our Nation by any means necessary.

But, as in every w*r,

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 Gonzlez,

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 Gutirrez, psychologist.

They live in Vicente Lpez.

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 ba*ls 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, b*tch!

- 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 sh*t!

- No sir, no!

- Shut up! Not you.

as*h*le!

What about you?

Are you the brave one?

You f*cking 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.

I'll make this simple for you, kid,

because I want to watch the second half.

Want me to go in or would you prefer

I send Carancho?

That's what I thought...

Baviera, prepare the machine.

What's wrong, officer,

you feel sorry for them?

With all due respect...

I don't think that beating a couple

of defenseless students to death

is worthy

of the Argentine Armed Forces, sir.

And I, with all due respect,

don't give a damn what you think.

What matters to me

is that you do your job well.

Which is to protect our Nation.

To obtain information

by any means necessary.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yes, sir.

- I hope so...

Because if you don't have

the ba*ls to fight this w*r,

you are useless to us.

Did I make myself clear?

Get a move on. It's getting late...

Come on. I want a deep hole,

nice and neat. Keep the line.

Put your back into it.

Come on, guys.

Sing that song you like so much, please.

Come on. How does it go?

The Peronist boys...

- All united, we'll triumph...

- And?

And as always, we'll give...

- A shout...

- A heartfelt shout...

- Long live Pern, long live Pern!

- Long live Pern, long live Pern!

It's okay... It's okay.

Okay, that's enough. You can get out.

Not you. You stay there. Stay there...

Lie down.

Please. Lie down.

Come on!

You're not going to expect me

to throw myself in there, are you?

Get my clothes dirty?

Look at this jacket...

Come on.

g*dd*mn it! Why do I need

to repeat 20 times the same thing?

It's impossible

to be nice to you, people.

Guys, I took you out for some fresh air!

Isn't it a spectacular night?

Feel the fresh air...

Have you ever had

a better night than this? No...

I always have to do

things the hard way...

- No, no, no!

- Lie there. Lie down there.

Look at that, unbelievable!

Fits like a glove.

Listen,

I have a question for you.

We made a bet with the boys.

We can't remember what was the phrase...

The flag we found at your place.

It said, "Homeland or..."?

Or...? Did it begin with D?

It began with D or not?

Homeland or...? D..., De...

"De..."

Please!

"De..."

Come on... You have no sense of humor.

I can't make a little joke, man?

Come on, get out. You're done here.

Throw it in there, quickly.

Take them away.

You guys are singing

all the way back, okay?

- The Peronist boys...

- That's it.

Stay still, as*h*le!

Fraternal Communist League...

Couldn't you come up

with a stupider name?

I don't want any trouble, sir.

I'll tell you all I know.

Sure. That is a fact. You're

going to tell us everything you know.

And what you don't know as well...

You will sing like a songbird.

What are you going to do to me?

- What are you going to do to me?

- Hey, take it easy...

Relax.

Let's listen to a nice Tango.

Now, you're going to tell me the names

of the leaders of your organization.

- Names!

- I don't know...

I'm listening...

- Go ahead.

- Attila! Attila! Attila! Attila!

See how you remember everything

with a little incentive?

I don't want their code names!

- I want their real names and surnames!

- I don't know them!

Please, I don't know...

I don't know...

- Netherlands scored a goal...

- You f*cking piece of sh*t!

I'm going to show you

that water can't be chewed.

No, no!

No! Please no!

My son

this is Father Alsina.

I'm here to bless you.

And, if you want,

to forgive all your sins.

Help me, Father...

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Heavenly Father, all mighty.

Help this lone sheep that

has strayed from your flock

to find its way back

to the gates of your kingdom.

You shall receive forgiveness.

But first, I need the

names of your leaders...

I don't know, Father.

I swear I don't know...

The Good Lord

wants to grant you forgiveness.

But he needs a sign from you...

A surname... An address...

And you shall receive

eternal forgiveness.

A header from Passarella.

Luque starts off,

raises his leg and the ball.

Header, ball out.

The match is over!

The match is over and we'll have to play

thirty more minutes,

after five minutes of rest.

The FIFA regulations stipulate

a five-minute break now

and, after that,

30 more minutes of match,

in two halves, of 15 minutes each...

In two halves, of 15 minutes each,

switching goals

without any break in between...

Ladies and gentlemen,

- the game has ended.

- Is it here?

The game's tied...

Yes.

- Are you sure, as*h*le?

- Yes, yes... I'm sure.

Nanninga has tied the game...

Goal!

Son of a b*tch... He sold us sh*t!

Freeze, m*therf*ckers!

Hands on your head!

The party is over,

you f*cking communists!

Get up! Don't look at me!

- Walk! Walk!

- Let's go!

Walk! You too, move! Assholes!

Get up, you f*cking lefty!

Move, subversive b*stards!

Act smart now, you f*cking communists!

Pieces of sh*t!

What is she doing here?

Someone had to prepare the food...

Relax... I took good care of the girl.

Do whatever you want.

New merchandise entered.

- Good stuff...

- Sit down.

They will prepare them for you.

Mario Kempes shoots.

A shot that crosses the center line...

They had a girl kidnapped.

Altamirano is taking care of her.

So they're bypassing us.

Look at that...

Free kick for Argentina. Winning 2 to 1.

Come on... Change your face, man.

We are five minutes away

from being world champions

for the first time in history!

Leave the b*tch alone. I already

told you I took good care of her!

Girl, bring a beer for Carancho!

Here comes Tarantini.

Tarantini passes the ball to Bertoni.

Passes to Kempes. Mario attacks!

He approaches the area, he is going

to enter, he enters the area...

Come on, Bertoni! Yes, Bertoni!

- Goal!

- Goal!

f*ck yeah!

Argentina is the f*cking champion!

Let's go Argentina!

Let's f*cking go, Argentina.

f*cking communists!

Have some water.

Calm down... Drink water.

Good... Relax.

Doctor, thank you for coming.

I hope it is important, Altamirano.

You made me lose

half the match to come here.

She's severely battered...

Well, well, well...

What do we have here?

The Three Musketeers.

Good... Let's do this quickly.

You're lucky that I feel happy today...

We are the new world champions.

So you're going to tell

me names and addresses,

and, "Goose, goose...

I let you all loose". Agreed?

Go ahead.

Well,

let's see if we can

soften you up a little...

Damn... You are brave...

Okay, Baviera. Untie him.

Take him to the other room

and prepare him for Moro.

I swear that you're even going to

tell us about the first d*ck you sucked.

f*cking communist!

We have to go.

I'm not going to wait and do nothing.

Me neither...

Her water is going to

break at any moment now.

Tomorrow at the latest.

I can't believe it.

Because of the match,

no one will be left here.

We have to help her give birth.

You know that is not

my responsibility, Miguel...

I work only for special cases.

When someone from the command

needs a healthy womb.

Doctor,

do this favor for me, please...

Do you really want me

to stay here all night?

Do you know how many people there are

celebrating in Plaza de Mayo right now?

Bergez... You do this

for me and we are even.

We are even from

the moment I left my family

in the middle

of the celebration to come here.

There are dozens of hidden

girls all over Buenos Aires

trying to give birth

without anyone's help.

What's the matter?

Why are you so interested in that b*tch?

I fail you this time, Altamirano.

Tell me...

When did you lose your medical ethics?

Let go.

Let me go, Miguel. For your sake...

Medical ethics...

With these scourges?

She should be grateful

she's still alive.

Imbecile!

Go away. I want to be alone with them.

Now I understand everything...

It's very easy.

With two beauties like you.

I manage to infiltrate you

into a university...

I order you to seduce

a horny college student...

A student who, preferably, has to be

the son of a well-known

powerful businessman.

Son of a Lieutenant Colonel,

or an Ambassador.

You get him to trust you, and then

he invites you to study

at his old man's house.

While one of you f*ck him

the other enters daddy's bedroom

and...

You put a b*mb under his bed.

Then,

the father returns home for some rest,

after working all day long

to push the country forward,

fighting against the communist scum

that sinks us every day.

Simply trying to claim his

measly four hours of daily rest...

Suddenly...

Argentina

ends up having more t*rror1st

attacks than the ETA in Spain.

Look...

I'm not going to pull out your teeth

tear off your nails,

break your little fingers...

I simply

would like to experiment

what that university student feels

when he brings two beautiful girls

like you to his father's house.

Two hippie girls

with a patchouli

incense smell in the p*ssy.

So you're the tough guy

everyone told me about?

I never understood

the guerrilla passion for fire.

Throwing bombs, starting fires,

causing the death of innocent people...

Death by fire is one

of the most painful deaths.

The agony before death

can last at least thirteen minutes.

The only option

you have not to suffer

is to pray to God

to die sooner. Suffocated.

Like I said

death by fire is one

of the most painful.

But I know others ways

far worse.

God damn it!

Answer!

Yes?

- Yes, sir?

- Vasili, cancel the operation.

It's a little late for that now.

We have him here, ready to sing.

What are you talking about, Vasili?

I don't know who the hell you kidnapped,

but the group we were

looking for is in the ESMA.

Tell me who you are,

son of a b*tch! Speak!

Speak!

Tell me, you piece of sh*t,

who the f*ck are you?

Take it easy...

He's coming...

What did you say?

Moro?

Moro?

Moro!

We're leaving, now.

Carancho?

Carancho?

Relax. Inhale...

Exhale...

Breathe. That's it...

What's your name?

Irene.

I'm Miguel.

Everything's going to be all right.

Moro?

Bavier...

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

The itsy-bitsy spider

Climbed up the water spout.

Down came the rain

And washed the spider out.

Out came the sun

And dried up all the rain.

And the itsy-bitsy spider...

Who goes there?

Quique...

No, no, no!

Let's go... Let's go...

Her water broke.

Take her to a hospital.

Wait...

What you're doing here is unforgivable.

This doesn't change anything.

Are you okay?

Calm down...

We're not going to leave you.

Irene... We have to go now.

Take care of him...

Promise me you'll take care of him.

I promise.

Leave.

I told you to leave!

ARGENTINA WORLD CHAMPION