Lynch him! Criminal!
Murderer! Criminal!
In Chillán, on September 231960,
Appear before court,
Jorge del Carmen ValenzuelaTorres,
Individualized in the proceedings and
Exhorted to tell the truth, he expounded...
The earliest memories I have are when
I was more or less 6 years old
and my father Carlos Valenzuela Ortiz
used the work the Polibio Fuentes property,
which is in the Quilelto Village,
at the San Carlos Department.
My father worked as a day laborer
and lived in the same farm
in a sort of an adobe hut
in company of my mother,
and my kid brother...
whose name I don't remember 'cause
I used to recall him as El Pidén.
I was around eight years old
when I left home...
walking...
and getting food on the roads.
'Till I arrived to San Fabián...
Resist like a man... Canaquita... In silence
With your permition, Mayor sir.
This is your home, corporal; serve yourself.
All the way, corporal;
down with it.
The little devil is not bad at all...
But you know, I spend
Very little time here my corporal,
And well my aunt is not
in the age to raise,
Don't you think?
It's incredible,
bringing kids to the world
with no responsibility...
What fault does the poor one have?
Someone should look after
these things, man
Another drink, my corporal?
Serve yourself with confidence.
How many Gods are there?
Only one God, No more.
Where is he?
En heaven, on earth and everywhere.
Come on, Campos,
What is it that brings you here, my corporal?
I would like to have a word with you, Mr. Priest.
At your disposition, Campos,
come this way.
And you, be careful to make disturbs, ah?
Silence!
Do you know Jesus?
Would you like to do your Communion. Kid?
Then I went with corporal Ulloa
to San Carlos, to serve him
And look after the pigs.
A gentleman took me by his side
To watch goats and to look fire firewood...
There I was about 8 months.
Then another one took me to the Quebrada Oscura
by the cordillera,
I stayed there about a year...
But then I found a guy named Lucho,
Which paid more and gave me more guaranties,
I took off with him to Caman...
There I was about a year and a half
And then I left with another landlord
Who paid me 1.500 pesos a month
and gave me some goats once in while...
This landlord demand a lot of me,
he sent to look for firewood in the rain
And without a blanket and didn't let me warm up myself,
so I left... and walking...
Since early today the people had gathered here,
at the Nahueltoro bridge,
Waiting for the judge,
the police, and the investigation authorities,
who, with the convicted criminal Jorge Valenzuela,
Better known as the Jackal of Nahueltoro,
Will proceed to the reconstruction
of the horrible events
Which have shaken the citizens and
left a balance
Of six innocent victims
Murderer!
Criminal!
After working in several properties,
I got to my mothers house,
two or three years ago,
I found that I had two brothers,
children of her and
My father's brother,
Juan Miguel Valenzuela Henriquez,
One girl Norma...
and one boy called Juan...
I stayed there about a month
at my mother's house and
I've stolen nothing from her
only I took some of my sister skirts...
I was working in different properties...
then I arrived to Ralbunco...
Then I was caught up in jail.
Then I was caught up in jail,
meet MarÍa Gonzalez
And were several days
stopping by her house...
I had a fight with one of her nephews
Who cut me several times on the hands.
They said that we were locked for a while.
...the MarÍa Gonzalez sister,
threw me out the house
I left in search of work,
Walking 25 days...
Without finding it.
Then I crossed the Ñuble River...
And how much do you want
for all the filthy things?
You'll say.
Where did you steal 'em?
No, not my sister gave them to me...
she lives around...
The shirt is good, no more...
No talk about money. If you want a half jar,
good. If not...
Jovina, go look for the baby, kid...
And you... blow that fire.
Haven't you seen the chicks?
Take 'em down there.
Are you looking for something?
Do you need anything?
Can you give me a little bit of water, if you please?
You're not from here?
Take.
Foreigner?
Excuse me?
Have you been long around here?
No, I've justly arrived.
Have you spoken with the boss?
No, not a word.
He must be around the houses.
A lot of work?
Listen, for one that is alone, and on top of 5 children,
I'll give it to anybody...
It was different when the deceased use to live...
Jovina, hush that child!
Time passes and there's so much to do...
Listen, you don't have to bather...
A little bit more?
He appear dead near the stream...
six stabs in the body...
At the stream by the new Camino...
Listen, drunk he was...
And you... go to sleep
before the fire falls upon you.
Now!
Listen, that Oscar wasn't
a bad man at all.
The fire is extinguishing.
Where are you going?
I'm leaving now.
With this cold...
Who sent you?
Holy Mother!
Watch out, leave that there!
How can you?
Who sent you to do this, oh God?
I need the house, he told me...
"You know, lady, I need the house
for a new tenant that works my property".
Isn't it that the deceased served
you and worked for you,
As the good Christian he was?
"Yes, but now he is dead, he told me,
and you know that I need the house...
and if you try to resist,
I'll throw you out by force", he told me,
And I said you'll see.
And hey!
Around four they arrive
and start to throw everything outside,
With no mercy at all.
Have to see the bastards!
And about men, what do you worry about?
Don't you have the bum that came yesterday?...
He said it because of you.
I share your feelings, Rosa.
Thank you, patron.
This is it.
Listen, the place isn't bad.
I was laying;
it was around 5 in the afternoon.
Rosa had brought me wine
from the maimed...
3 liters.
Did you drink them by yourself?
No, she drank also.
How much?
Just a little bit,
that why I was so drunk.
Where was she when you hit her?
I was there, lying
And she was fixing the fire
and she scolded me because
brought her from Los Encinos.
It made me mad and then I grabbed a hoe
that was by my side
and I hit her with the stick.
Didn't you use the big knife?
No, I don't remember...
It seems that just with the stick, no more
And the stones... what did you use the stones for?
I don't know what for... don't remember.
How come you can't remember!
So that she stop moving.
Did you throw them to her?
And then?
Jovina came.
She saw me and ran away.
Did you go to after her?
Yes, sir.
What for? To kill her?
Yes, sir, to kill her.
Did you goon hitting her on the floor?
I don't remember, I was very drunk.
Why did Alicia was here?
She came to look for firewood...
And you were looking for her?
Yes, sir.
To kill her?
Yes, sir, to kill her.
She was standing
staring at me,
She didn't say a word to me,
I hit her with the stick.
Did you strangle her?
I don't remember doing so.
He's telling lies, the body
have hand prints of strangling.
The little girls were kneeling...
I came close...
And hit them with the stick.
No one tried to escape...
I hit them with the stick.
How long did it take you kill the girls?
I think about three hours.
And what did you kill the children for, man?
So they didn't suffer the poor ones...
On page 105, partly was added from the prison of Chillán
in which was put to the disposition of this court
the convicted Valenzuela
with the species found under his possession,
Which were: A blanket, coffee, one tin pan, a shirt,
a bed sheet, a tin can, 2 thread scalps and a file...
On page 101, Jorge del Carmen Valenzuela Torres
said that after finishing
with Rosa Rivas and her children,
Took 6.300 pesos
that were in a basket and left the place.
On page 141 he declared himself guilty.
PURSUIT AND ARREST OF JOSE
All the forces of the country
have moved in search
of the sextuple assassin of Nahueltoro,
Who, with no pity.
Killed cruelly a mother and her little children.
A big number of neighbors
have joined in the search.
With the intention to stop him effectives
From the Army Corps have been sent
to the cordillera passes.
Serious fear exists
that this individual will leave
a trail of blood and death.
In the latest hours a helicopter
has been added to the search;
This facts make predictable
that the hours of the Jackal of Nahueltoro
are counted.
8 guns are waiting for him to pay
with his own life
This horrible crime.
What's your name?
Shit, answer!
Page 235, The defense of the convicted
Jorge Valenzuela states that,
In absence of a motive that justifies
the attitude of the convicted
In the charges of murder and damages,
it must be investigated
The personality and the past of the convicted,
both show that since he was child
He had a miserable life of
suffering and bad treatment;
Atmosphere which developed an
abnormal personality, which made
Him react in a violent manner
and different of a normal persons
respect toward order and moral.
"TAMING AND EDUCATION"
It's very easy.
Don't believe that.
There are people who never have learnt.
More or less, but I'm getting better on this.
All right.
What has to be done is to play the ball.
Play it, do you understand?
And don't keep it... and hit it hard.
Good morning.
And did you win?
How are you?
It's nice to win. Isn't it?
Canaquita ho, pass the shirt.
No. Don't worry.
Go, go
On May 21 at the Iquique Bay,
it happened one of the most glorious
facts in the history of our country.
That day, the Captain Arturo Prat
and his companions preferred to give
Their lives before than lower
the national flag...
"While I live, this flag will rise in its place,
and if I die, my officers will know
how to accomplish their duty".
Told Prat to his men.
"Long lives Chile"
They shouted and decide
to fight till death.
"The Emerald" was no more
than old barge.
While the "Huascar",
a steel colossus with big canons,
and a ram on the prow
and other killing weapons.
At the shout of: "Board the ship"!
Prat jumped to the deck
of the enemy's ship.
Finding himself alone,
advance to deck,
a sword in his hand.
Suddenly a coward without
Any danger shoots him,
A bullet on the forehead conduct him
to dead and glory.
Down your heels, Lord, we come,
looking for shelter in your heart.
Your graces all today we implore,
to look for the protection
of our nations.
Where the king of kings wants
We'll rise and altar.
We want God in our laws,
in our schools, in our home.
"Prisoner, at the jail of Chillán I am,
Mother don't cry for that,
I'm not the first prisoner
and don't tell who I am.
The cell bars covered with mourning are.
The stone with its stone cries
cries watching me cry.
Friends and buddies,
a favor I'm gone ask
bring my mother down
cause I want to say goodbye.
The guitar is coming alone pretty well!
Just learning.
Who sells them for you outside?
I haven't got nobody to sell them for me.
Father.
I just need materials cause this is lent.
Three years for the four
that I been in prison;
They read the sentence to me,
and executed I'll be.
And according also to articles 12,
No 1, 26, 27, 76,39, No 1,
first instance of the penal code,
What it consulted in the sentence of February 23
written in page 245 is approved
with declaration of the convicted
Jorge del Carmen Valenzuela Torres,
That is also called
Jose del Carmen Valenzuela Torres,
Jose Sandoval Espinoza or
Jorge Castillo Torres.
He is now sentenced to death penalty.
On the charges for the homicide
of Rosa Rivas Acuňa,
Alicia, Jovina, Judith and Rosina Sanchez Rivas.
Stealing money and belongings of
Rosa Sanchez Rivas...
...German Meza and Domingo Soto
for values that, In each case,
exceed six but do not reach fifty escudos...
It is certified that this sentence has
proceed in this date,
During the according used license
and the following were absent: Mr.
DEATH OF JOSE
Valenzuela, I want to have very friendly
conversation with you,
like the one you just had with
Those ladies who where here.
I want to ask some questions
Which are going to bring you back
memories of other period
of yours and other times
I want to ask about your family.
I want to ask how old is your mother,
for example, what does she do? Valenzuela.
My mother is 43, sir.
And work in the fields.
She works in the fields...
Listen, in all the conversation you had,
you have asked for support for your mother.
Help... help with money...
so when my mother comes...
I'll give her what I got...
so she can fulfill her needs.
And, have you discovered new things here?
The work, I've learned to work,
In several jobs and
I have had to dress...
and how to eat also.
Tell me.
Is it true that you lived before...
on the Ñuble river island?
Yes.
I lived in the Island.
What did you do there? Did you work?
No, I just there, no more.
One more thing.
Have you been more comfortable?
Here than you were before?
I have felt better here,
Here you learn more about your own life.
What else did you do on the island?
What other activities did you do?
No,
I was just passing, no more.
One more thing,
if your mother were here in this moment,
Or if we took her your voice
in this recording machine
What would you ask your mother?
What I would ask her is to be calm.
Just that?
Yes, just that.
Do you regret totally the crime you committed?
Yes, I regret much
what I did...
Because in that moment
I didn't know what I was...
of what I did.
You blame your crime directly to the alcohol,
To the wine that you drank?
To alcohol and besides that
I never had a teaching from nobody,
Never had any duca... enducation...
no nothing.
And does it bother you
to remember the moment
in which you committed the crime?
Yes it bothers me very much.
In your life in jail, Valenzuela,
besides making hand made baskets,
What other thing have you learnt here?
What other job?
I have learned to make pictures frames
of 5.000 pesos
And small guitar of 4.500 pesos.
Do you believe that the President of the Republic...
will give you an indult to your sentence?
Yes, I always have had that hope on him.
What do you promise in exchange,
to the President of the Republic?
What I promise...
if he forgives me
is to become a humble and working man,
useful to the society,
and to help my mother.
What would you ask in this moments
to the Chileans that are listening?
I would ask them in first...
To help me to ask for forgiveness to the President.
To Jorge del Carmen Valenzuela
there is only one single hope of salvation left:
That the President of the Republic
Decides to commute the death sentence
for a life sentence.
Decision postponed at the moment
Because of the visit of the
President of Brazil,
Mr. Joao Goulart.
They won't kill me now,
isn't it true father?
Now I'm a catholic,
that is why I have the hope
that the President will forgive me.
And if he doesn't, Jorge
You don't have the right to consider it an injustice.
What I... what I promise is,
if he forgives me...
There is someone that you don't see now, Jorge,
The day that you see him...
I always have had that hope on him.
Father, Father,
What does the president says?
We are located a few kilometers
from Chillán jail.
There is firing squad under
the captain Fuenzalida's orders
Doing what can be called
the general rehearsal of the execution
that's going to take place al dawn.
Captain,
I would like to ask several questions
Concerning the dawn execution.
Well, there is not much I can say really,
the officer as much as the squad
have been elected by raffle
So here we are following superior orders.
Captain,
What's the reason of this shooting practice?
Well, it's a way to calm the officials;
plus this way effectiveness of shoot
Is assured avoiding this way
Useless spilling of blood.
Also sears
The fulfillment of the act
within the majestic of law.
Captain,
don't you feel remorse
for executing a man?
Well, I consulted it with a priest
And he gave me a satisfactory explanation;
He told me... that my case was like
a doctor that's a cuts an arm to a patient
to save his life;
So the society keeps on living,
You have to cut up
the sick arm, I mean, the delinquent.
And this the first time that you participate
an execution, Captain?
No, no;
I have a lot of practice in executing people
Have been perfect.
It's a sad honor, after all, isn't it?
What did your son tell you, Mrs.?
Not to suffer
Does he knows he is going to die?
He has been told.
Father, is he repented of his sins?
No doubt about it,
he... Looks,
I think he has a clear account
of what he is suffering now, he deserves.
In a way he is not mad
Doesn't have any hate or rancor
to anybody,
Nor with justice,
Nor with this lawyers,
Nor with his family,
With no one; because he has willing
To confront and to pay
for what his done.
3 targets, boys;
improve your aiming.
Yes of course.
As I told you.
This could be use a story for a movie.
A thing like this is a like the case
of the man with the Iron mask,
Something like that,
but let's say
And me in my character of judge
I believe that your good intentions
now wouldn't have any prosperity.
Is it really proven them,
that Jose is the same as Jorge.
Of course.
Yes, he never has called him José.
In fact he has a brother called José;
He is Jorge.
But the presidential go ahead, put José...
No, no, no.
To Jorge,
'cause that is his principal name
The rest are names that he used,
Unproperly; no.
That he had used with bad intentions,
with misleading intentions
with the intention to hide.
I was with your mother.
Poor mother...
I love her.
Since when?
Since when do you love yours?
Bye, Canaquita, ho...!
Goodbye Huachito!
How are you going to die, Canaquita?
In silence,
because other wise would be bad.
Look, I think that evidently
we are leading with a rustic individual,
Let's say a peasant... of third class.
Prisoner in the jail of Chillán I'm,
mother don't cry for that,
Because I'm not the first prisoner
and don't tell me who I am.
The cell bars covered with mourning are.
Valenzuela, the Director,
had come to see you.
He came from Santiago.
Valenzuela, do you need anything?
To see my mother, Mr. Director.
José, look at me, man...
Don't worry about your mother
The Board of Prisoners will look after her.
Thank you, Mr. Director.
His serenity is incredible.
What attracts my attention the most
is that worry for his mother.
Yes, the priest has done a good job,
it can't be denied.
The man is calm
and don't won't give any trouble tomorrow.
This would be a good farewell,
my friend Valverde.
Father...
bury me in San Carlos...
Will you?
When my father died,
My mother started to live
...to live...
with my half brother,
Miguel Valenzuela Henriquez.
When I committed that...
when I did what I did.
The bars...
the cell...
covered with mourning are,
the stone
with its stone
cries watching me cry.
Father,
I wanted to live...
even if it was locked for all my life.
I went to live with my uncle Oscar Ortiz
who had a beehive...
My uncle also treated me very bad.
Father...
Perhaps now it's raining...
No, Jorge, no.
I left for the Monte Blanco property
and here a milkwoman called Blanca
Became fond of me
and treated me like a son
and I came up to six month there,
Until Ramon Valenzuela came look for me
and took where my mother.
I'm not afraid to die, Father
because I'm going to heaven.
Campano, I was called Campano,
because the small flowers
That grow beside the rails...
Corporal Campos was the one
who named me "Canaca".
Jackal of Nahueltoro
at the beginning I liked it.
Poor mom...
I love her, I told it to the journalist
and he took me more pictures
Father...
bury me in San Carlos. Will you?
I want to die like a man, Father.
Here I had learn to know the life,
now I know that there is one
one God
And I feel that
I'm a catholic and chilean.
All right, boys, its time.
I ask not to die blindfolded...
I want to see.
If you don't let yourself cover
you are going to do a big harm to those men
who have to shoot you
to accomplish the law.
Do it for them, will you?