MY PATH: MEMOIRS OF A MILITARY MAN
THE COUNT
What's going on? Let go of her! Get off her!
How dare you?
Hold him down while I hit him. How dare you!
I do not remember. I did not do it.
It is not true. And if it is, I cannot recall.
-You do. -What are you doing?
You are going to die!
Vampire!
Hold him down, will you?
Look out!
Long live freedom!
Goodbye,
Claude Pinoche.
CHILEAN PEPPER EXTRA CONCENTRATED
I have come to count your silver coins and weigh your gold.
Discretely, of course.
That would be wonderful, but I'm afraid there isn't much left.
I'm poor.
In that case,
I will find money you didn't even know you had.
Forgive me, but... You understand my childish French?
I'm forgetting the language of my Sun King.
It is the language of treason.
And the war is never forgotten.
Possibly.
The New Testament says
that God can only understand the French language,
if I remember well.
It also says God listens to those who whisper love in French far more.
God only sees beauty and love in what he himself can imagine.
He is a vain artist.
An artist that created woman
to be perfect.
That's beautifully said.
Yes.
Very beautiful.
PATRIMONY SUMMARY
FINAL REPORT PINOCHET FAMILY
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