TO KILL A MAN
Centre for Forestry Research Santa Julia
Hello?
Hello! Have you been there?
No, Marta, I'm almost there.
Could you please buy the cake?
Did you speak to Nicole about it?
Has she arrived?
No, she will come later.
There is lucuma...
raspberry and pineapple.
Get the pineapple. They like it more.
-OK. -Bring bread too
-OK. -And for tomorrow
-Goodbye -Goodbye.
-Kick the ball! -Come on, stupid
-Mario Bros! -Kick it here, bro
Kick, softie!
-What an idiot! -Where did you learn to kick
What a freak!
Come on, shoot again!
Safe in the Mom bag is where you should be.
Doesn't even have the guts to kick.
Stop screaming, hothead!
Your mom is waiting for the bread.
Her bread is very hot!
Kick the ball, idiot!
Come on, Mario Bros!
Hey, folks!
I want everyone near the goal.
I want everyone closer to the goal.
Hi, honey.
-How are you? -Hi, Dad.
Fine, and you?
Fine, a bit tired.
Where is Mom?
Upstairs, cutting someone's hair.
-And Jorgito? -I don't know.
He is not here yet.
Hey, can you buy some beers
and a few snacks for Jorgito's friends that come later?
Yea, I'll go now.
Hey little brother, do you have a cigarette?
Can you help us out? Treat us with love, brother.
Some coins, something to eat, something..
What a yummy smell!
What have you got for us?
-Don't you like me? -Are you scared?
-Get him! -Don't let him go.
You have to give us the wallet.
-Pass all! -Shut up, idiots!
Shut up, idiots! I'm telling you!
-Relax, quiet. -I have nothing.
How much does he have?
-What little money! -What a poor loser!
Is this a condom?
Answer the question, jerk.
Son of a bitch!
What will you do with the condom?
You are so loose you do not need these things.
Here.
What the fuck is this?
It's a blood glucose meter. I am diabetic.
And I am evangelical, brother.
What do you want it for? Give it to me. I need it.
Yes. Go away.
-Hey... -Get your stuff and go away, brother.
-But for what...? -Want to be hit?
Grab that shit and go away!
Come on, disappear.
Maybe we can sell this thing.
That bastard lives in the social housing.
He sells stolen phones.
If you don't want to call the police,
give me 5,000, I'll go there and buy it back for you.
You need that.
Jorgito, I'll get him a new one tomorrow at the clinic.
No problem.
I was only using it twice a day as it was.
That makes me angry.
A few days ago they also teased me.
I don't know why they are here now. Before they were below.
Why did they come up here?
This annoys me a lot.
All that talk about a secure residential area.
They bring all the bullshit here to annoy me.
Here is the cake.
-Let's sing? -Yes, better have a little fun.
One, two, three.
Happy Birthday to you...
Nicole, where is Jorgito?
I do not know, he left.
He wanted money. I gave him 5,000 pesos.
-Why? What? -Nothing, I'm going to sleep.
Good night.
-What's the matter? -Nothing, I'm going for a walk.
Jorgito.
Jorge. Motherfuckers! What did they do?
Motherfuckers.
It burns. It's something else.
I was in my house and he shot at me.
It was self-defense.
Hey, let me go.
I haven't been, I did nothing.
I'm bleeding, Sergeant.
Come on, climb aboard. Let's go.
Marta, hurry up please.
I'm coming.
-Come on, Nicole. -I'm coming.
Mr. Alamos
Do you understand the terms of the agreement between your attorney and public prosecutor
and the consequences that it will mean for you?
Yes, I understand.
Especially, were you coerced or forced
by the public prosecutor or any person
to accept this agreement?
No.
Do you know the facts of the indictment
and the background in which the research is based?
I know.
And accept them as they are expressed by the prosecution?
Yes, I agree.
Anything else to add?
Yes sir, I want... want to say
I'm innocent.
And I have to say it because these people attacked me...
and in fact they hurt me and I have a wound and...
Mr. Alamos, please.
Excuse me, your Honor.
Mr. Alamos, I will repeat the question.
Do you know the facts of the investigation
and the background in which the accusation is founded?
And accept them as they are expressed by the prosecution?
Yes, I know.
Ma'am, we do not have witnesses sufficient for a trial. You must understand.
Don't have witnesses? His father was with him.
-This is the best... -Excuse me... can I ask a question?
What is a "sentenced defendant"?
It is a legal term.
This means he will go to prison.
And 541 days is the maximum penalty for...
Yes, this is the maximum penalty for serious injuries.
That's nothing compared what he did to him.
For the time he has been in bed.
One year and a half in prison, Ma'am...
And what about my son? He can't finish school.
Marta, what did you expect from the judge?
Someone knocks on your door and begins arguing.
And he has witnesses who say he wanted to buy drugs.
Hey, but if that guy had just robbed you.
Understand that I accept what the Public Prosecutor said only because Jorgito asked me to.
I do not know how you convinced him.
-Are you happy now? -So, it's my fault?
The night that Jorge went out
you should have talked him instead of watching TV.
Yes, run away now.
But be careful.
They are playing football out there again.
Maybe they'll attack you.
-What's the matter? -I forgot my key.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
TWO YEARS LATER
We reached the beach, and the first thing was the smell.
The first smell was the seafood.
It's like the smell of the bus, that stench.
Half foot odor and half armpit.
Right to your nose.
Hello?
Hello.
Hello?
Jorgito, do not play dumb.
Hello?
You'll pay for it.
You have a new message.
Received on 25...
Jorgito, I went past your house the other day.
I saw your wife and daughter. They are delicious.
What is this?
Open the door, motherfuckers!
Help!
Please, somebody help me!
Open the door!
Do not move the truck! Everything will fall!
Do not move the truck!
-Hello? -Hi Dad.
I just wanted to know if Kalule threatened you.
Yes.
He also harassed Mom, Nicole, and me.
One night, as I was leaving home
he and several others intercepted me and threw empty bottles at me.
and almost hit me on the head.
They threatened to kill me and do things to my family.
This was not the first time.
As you are telling me
this was repeated several times more.
What I recommend is to file individual complaints.
If each of you file a complaint
and we send them to the prosecutor so she has the best basis to act.
-Good night. -Good night, Contreras.
Time for the changing of the guard.
Yes, once I finish here with the testimonies, I notify you.
Excuse.
So, that's all we can do?
Let's start with you.
This afternoon,
while I was washing my truck...
-There he is. -He is staring us.
No, he's going. He's going.
-I think he's gone. -Really?
Yes. He's gone.
-We'd better go. -I think so.
Let's go before he comes back.
Then I went to Jenny's house.
-And? -And I didn't see him again.
This man will never leave us alone.
-I'm tired. -Sit down and drink some water.
What can you do?
What can we do if he almost killed my son.
After a year and a half in prison,
he is now released and free to harass us.
We are very tired of it.
These guys keep their promises.
This is a bad man.
He's obsessed.
I have no idea what his problem is.
You shouldn't be nervous.
-But how could I? -No, seriously, calm down.
We sent the judge an application for an injunction.
Now we await his decision.
Then, he had an injunction?...
No. The judge will have to decide that.
Now we sent the complaints.
Can we see the prosecutor?
No, she's busy.
That is, she won't see us.
The prosecutor said she would revoke his release
and she is doing nothing about that.
For now, it remains only injunctive relief.
This does not mean that a crime was committed...
Whatever? That I have a dead son?
-Calm. -Calm, the hell...
So I can not help you.
It is your duty to help me!
This is your job!
Do not stay here, sitting on your ass
Guard, can you come to the 2nd floor?
We're going now, miss.
Who do you think you are?
I hope something like this happens to you...
So you can know what it feels like...
Come on, let's go.
Here is the injunction, bastard!
Stick it up your ass!
Nicole, call the police. Jorgito take the camera.
You bastard! I'm losing patience!
I'll fuck with you!
Called?
-Come out! -Give me the phone.
Get out, you idiot!
Hello, hello?
Beware, my son.
-Good night. -Good night.
-What happened? -We called the police...
because a guy named Kalule threw stones at our house.
You know his name?
His name is Luis Alberto Alamos Alamos.
He lives there in the social housing.
Or lived, I no longer know.
He has assaulted my husband,
or rather, ex-husband, Jorge.
He shot my son.
Since he left the prison he's been pursuing my daughter.
Because he was imprisoned. But he was released.
And he continues harassing us.
Jorgito was three months in the hospital.
-Did he throw stones at your window? -Yes.
Are there any witnesses?
My daughter got photos and the neighbors saw it.
-Would you like to see the photos? -No, no, no. That is for later.
When did that happen?
At about 19:30.
Okay.
OK. Is there anything pending?
Yes, I want to know what will happen now.
There is a precautionary measure, but he hasn't been arrested.
He does not leave us in peace.
Do not worry, we understand.
We will report the facts to the prosecutor,
-And he will take actions. -That's not going to happen.
As always, leave us unprotected.
-But is the truth, Jorge. -Be calm.
-Do not worry. -It's always the same thing.
We can't take this anymore.
Do not worry. Let's do what what we need to.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
-You can not light a fire here. -Says who?
This is private property. You can cause a fire.
-And who are you? -I am the one responsible.
-Of what? -Of this zone.
Don't bother me!
But here you can not light a fire.
It is private property.
There on the beach, fine. But not here.
-Put it out. -But I'm cold.
-Put it out now! -Leave me alone, you idiot.
Put it out.
-Do it yourself. -Take it easy.
Shut up, you idiot.
-Take it easy. -Get lost, asshole.
-Get out, man. -Who, me?
-Go away. -Take it easy.
-Bum, get out. -Fuck you.
Get out of here! Run, asshole, run!
I'll be back, motherfucker!
Hurry up, man.
You do not know me.
Let me go, help!
Help!
No, no! Let me go!
Help me, please!
Let me go!
Come on, a little kiss for your brother
and one for your dad.
-People are staring. -Shut up!
They are going to catch you. Hurry up.
Looks like she smells.
Hey, don't fall in love with me, okay?
Give my regards to your daddy.
Hello?
Hello? Marta?
Jorge...
Hello, Marta?
...in the hospital...
What happened?
Nicole... Come to the hospital... hurry up.
What?
Do you hear me? Come to the hospital
In the hospital? What happened?
Jorge, come, hurry up.
Hello, Marta? I can't hear you.
Did you end the call? Hello, Marta?
-Hello, good evening. -Good evening, miss.
-How is my daughter? -She is fine.
We gave her a sedative because she was very nervous.
But in a few hours she can go home.
And her face? What happened to her face?
She only has minor injuries.
Scrapes and bruises...
There is no sign of sexual abuse.
-Fortunately. -I'll ask the nurse
to make a report to be sent to the police.
Will he be arrested?
I do not know. I'm just a doctor.
Can we see her, miss?
Not yet, I prefer she rests
because she came here very nervous.
-That is all. Good night. -Thank you, very much. Good night.
I'll bring the report immediately to the police.
OK.
Hello. Good night.
I'm calling about a case of assault with minor injuries.
Yes.
No, only the report from the Hospital.
Yeah, okay.
Well, thank you. Good night.
We can do nothing until Monday.
Do you have the address of the prosecutor?
So I can talk to her?
She can not answer now.
-Are you sure? -Impossible, she's busy.
-Okay. -Wait until Monday.
-Good night. -Good evening and and good luck.
Coward, motherfucker.
Right... Quiet, calm down.
Put down the key.
Turn around.
Walk. To the truck. Walk to the truck.
Walk, asshole. Look forward.
Walk! Let's go.
-Come on, open the door. -Yes, calm down.
-Come on, open the door. -OK.
Open the door.
Open the door!
Come on, hurry up.
-Get in. -Okay, but take it easy.
Come on, get back.
-Turn around. -Quiet, man.
It's nothing.
Let me catch you, idiot!
I'll kill you!
I'll kill you and your family!
Jorge, please, I can't feel my legs.
This isn't funny.
Leave my family alone.
Jorge, do you still believe in God?
I do.
Leave her alone or I'll kill you.
I was just joking, Jorge.
Please, I can't feel my legs.
Come on, get back.
Go back.
-Did you hear? -Yes.
Do not do it, Jorge. You're a good man.
-Go back, idiot. -You are a father.
It's hard to kill someone.
You'll go to jail.
Is that what you want? To leave your family alone?
Backwards, hurry up.
I have friends. You're gonna get yourself in trouble.
-Hurry up. -I'm going.
I diss people... I just like to.
Back.
I'll cut your tongue off and shove it up your ass, motherfucker.
Up your ass! I'll shove it up your ass.
Don't listen to me.
I'm kidding.
Don't close it! Let me out, motherfucker!
I'll kill you.
Let me out!
I'll kill you!
I'll fuck you and your entire family.
Are you listening to me, moron?
Get me out of here!
Where are you going? Do not leave me here, Jorge!
Jorge!
Come on, Jorge.
I have money. I can give you money.
You have already humiliated me. What do you want?
What are you doing?
Ha ha, the truck will not start.
Say something!
Come on, say something!
Please, turn off the cold, man.
I'll freeze. You are killing me.
Please get me out.
I'll give you all my money.
I'll move to another site.
Are you listening to me, asshole?
Do you have ears, you bastard, asshole?
Please, stop it!
Hey! What are you doing?
Where are we going?
You're taking me to dinner?
Are you crazy?
Jorge.
You're crazy.
Turn the engine off!
How are you?
Okay.
What did he do to you?
Leave her alone. She is in pain.
This guy will never do anything to you.
How long will you stay at your sister house?
Two or three weeks, until things calm down.
This guy will not do anything anymore.
He will never stop.
Jorge, give me the key to the truck.
Jorgito needs to bring some clothes from home.
We're tired of calling and you not answering.
The phone battery was dead.
Don't forget go to the prosecutor on Monday, even if it wont help...
I will go anyway.
Jorge, I want you to give me the house keys too.
But, for what? And how will I visit you?
No, Jorge, give me the keys.
-Will you say goodbye to Nicole? -Yes.
Okay.
-Time is up. -Please, just a little more.
-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.
How are you?
-Did something happen? -More or less.
We're investigating the disappearance of a person.
Who?
Their name is... Luis Alberto Alamos Alamos.
Also known as Kalule.
Since when?
Five days ago he was reported as missing.
The last to see him was a friend in the housing.
And why do you come here?
Had you not filed complaints against him?
Yes.
His family thinks you and your son
are behind it.
There was a certain tension in court, they think.
We have nothing to do with it.
This is the reason for our visit.
-Gonna arrest me? -No.
We just want you to come with us and give your testimony.
You must wait for me. I need to change clothes.
No problem, sir. We'll wait.
Mr. Contreras said that night
he goes the prosecutor's home to make a complaint.
He asked that they issue an arrest warrant.
The request was rejected.
Then he stated that he went to Ardor Bar
and from there with a woman from the bar to the motel Azul.
Then he went to the hospital
to check on his daughter's condition.
Since then he has worked at Santa Lucia Research
where, this afternoon
a patrol went to ask him for a statement.
He says that this statement did not agree with Marta Andrea Martinez Soto
or his son Jorge Ariel Contreras Martinez.
Please sign here.
Someone already testified?
Yes, and gave us the address of your hostel and work.
Where is your mother?
She's sleeping with Nicole.
I'm going to bed too.
Would you like to watch TV?
-Here is the remote control. -I'll turn it off then.
Good evening.
What are you doing here?
Based on true events
Subtitles: GGG, September 2014 Revised by RCD