Bordertown (2007) - full transcript

Three more womens' bodies found!

More murders in Juarez!

Juarez terrorized

by wave of killings!

Three more womens' bodies found!

Get the truth,

read about it in El Sol.

Over the last few years...

375 Mexican women

have been raped and murdered.

An additional 700 Mexican women

are still missing.

No one knows who,

no one knows why.

You wanna find out?

- Nobody gives a shit about Mexico.

- Lf you give a shit, they will.

- Okay!

- Just get to the heart of the story!

You used to work

for the El Paso Courier, right?

- What does that have to do with it?

- You speak enough Spanish.

I don't speak Spanish.

I don't know anything about Mexico.

- What was the name of your partner?

- Diaz.

Alfonso Diaz. You guys

were wonderful together.

You won the JFK medal, right?

I'm really trying to help you out.

- But you're so goddamned mighty!

- All right!

I'll do it. But when I do...

I want the foreign

correspondence job. Deal?

Yeah, why not?

I'll leave tonight.

Ma'am? We've arrived.

How are you, Lauren?

This is Frank.

- Hey, Frank.

- I thought I'd give you the heads-up.

George is looking for you.

He's pissed.

You were supposed to call him

the second you landed in Juarez.

Hope you're having a blast down there.

Hold on for Frank.

What the hell is going on?

George. Did you know that they are

claiming that the murders are solved?

The police have some guy in custody.

Some Egyptian guy. His name is...

Al-Awar.

It's bullshit. It's different

patterns with the different victims.

Some are strangled

with shoelaces.

Others have bite marks

on their breasts.

- You know, it's not anything.

- It sounds you're onto something...

Don't forget what you promised me.

I want the foreign correspondent job.

One job at a time, kid.

You stay focused.

We'll talk about it

when you get home.

Hi, can I speak

to Alfonso Diaz, please?

This is the Chicago Sentinel.

- Diaz?

- Who's this?

This is Lauren.

Lauren Adrian?

Remember?

- Lauren?

- Yeah.

I mean, it can't be.

Where are you calling from?

Chicago?

Actually I'm here.

I'm in Juarez.

My...

Fuck.

Excuse me? Excuse me?

Lotte Bravo?

Straight? Okay.

Gracias.

Lauren? Is that you?

It's me.

It's you.

I can't believe it.

- You look good.

- You look good, too.

I was surprised when you called.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Maybe you're on CNN

and not here in Juarez.

It has been a long time,

hasn't it?

- What are they doing?

- They're looking for bodies.

Their daughters.

They're the only ones who can find

bodies. Police didn't find anything.

Authorities, well, they're trying

to cover the whole thing up.

- Yeah.

- Anyway.

What are you doing here?

I'm doing a story on the murders.

- There's always a story with you.

- It's not like that.

- Yeah, you always want something.

- I don't want anything.

It's something that I think

we need to do, together.

- I gotta go and find these pictures.

- Come on.

Team up with me.

It'll be like old times.

Old times?

That is exactly

what I want to avoid.

Shit.

Diaz!

Hold on. Wait up!

You can't come here for six years

and expect me to help you.

- You're happy to see me, I can tell.

- Yeah, sure.

I need an inside contact, someone

who knows this world the way you do.

My God, what happened here?

What are these, bullet holes?

The price for telling the truth

in Juarez.

You are a great

investigative reporter.

One of the best when we

worked together in El Paso.

- What are you doing in this place?

- Alfonso!

- This is getting crazy.

- What?

The Indians believe that the devil

himself is doing these murders.

- The devil?

- Yeah.

And they hand us

these reports all the time.

It changes shape every night.

Some nights he's a dandy.

Some nights an old man.

Keeps the women,

takes them to hell.

According to this new report,

some girl escaped from the devil.

Escaped?

Think there's anything to it?

Who knows? There's nothing

but hysteria and rumors.

Women are being used

for snuff films.

People kill women, take their organs.

Serial killers come from everywhere.

You wanna kill a woman

for any reason, you come to Juarez.

Is there any evidence

to support any of these theories?

Of course. There's evidence

to support all of them.

They may all be true.

Lauren...

the number of women killed

is not 375.

It's just a number

the police concord up.

But the real number is

probably closer to 5 thousand.

Five thousand?

Maybe it is the devil.

I brought you something.

Remember this?

What?

We earned this together.

I know.

- Take it.

- No, you keep it.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- This is your family?

- Yeah.

Your wife?

- My wife.

- That was a stupid question.

Your boy. He looks like you.

You see? It is trying

to stall my liberty of paper.

They are trying to shut me down.

I am overwhelmed right now.

I'm fighting just to keep

my paper open. I can't help you.

- You don't mean that.

- A fire, what?

- Fires happen all the time.

There's no fire department,

there's no fire trucks.

What. Fire trucks?

There's no water.

Diaz, listen to me.

We can get the front page.

Think about it.

They'd never do this to you again.

What is this? More promises

of glory from George?

That's what you left me,

remember?

The answer is no.

Do you understand no? No!

You're blowing it, Diaz!

Big time!

What's going on over there?

That girl says that she was in hell

with the devil. And that she escaped.

Ask her if she has any marks

maybe on her neck...

or a bite mark on her breast.

Do you know what this means?

A lot of our victims had

that bite mark on their breasts.

It all happened in Lotte Bravo.

Almost all the killings

happened there.

Has any other woman

ever survived an attack?

No, never.

This could blow the whole lid over

what's happening here in Juarez.

- No, senorita.

- No?

Si. We'll help.

You hear that, right? We can't

let the police get to them.

Don't worry. I don't have intentions

of giving them to the police.

We've got to get them out of here,

through the back. Come on.

I'm gonna go with them. This could be

the biggest story of the year.

She could never disappear in a crowd

with you, a blonde American?

You're going to put her life

in danger for a fucking story?

But her life is already in danger.

She wants our help. Didn't you hear?

The police have assembled

a fort out there.

- Over here.

- No, no.

That's the first place

they would look.

Shit!

Diaz!

Mr. Lopez? I'm Lauren Adrian

from the Chicago Sentinel.

- A woman reporter?

- We've been around since Lois Lane.

I'm doing a story...

I'm doing a story on the murders.

Of the factory workers?

You did get my interview request?

- You've heard of me in Chicago?

- Sure.

- Can I get your picture for my piece?

- Yeah.

- Is that okay?

- Sure.

Why don't you guys get together?

You know what?

Hold these papers...

and act like you're having

an important conversation.

Perfect. That's it.

- No. Sorry.

- Okay.

You can't take him anywhere.

It's for questioning. Don't the police

question people in Chicago?

Is all right.

I've been through this before.

Call me for that interview.

You can come out.

You okay?

- Do you understand?

- Si. We understand.

We work in El Paso.

A little English, we understand.

Maybe with your little English and my

little Spanish we can get through this.

She cannot go home.

They will take her.

- You understand? She cannot go home.

- Yes. Yes.

How about we do this?

You tu casa.

And I will take Eva with me.

That's what we'll do.

And if you need anything,

talk to Alfonso Diaz.

We'll go out the back.

You'll out the front.

Everything normal.

That's what we'll do.

What's that?

You like that?

You like the song?

Look! There he is!

- He's cute.

- Yes, he is.

George, listen to me.

This girl was attacked,

strangled, buried...

and left for dead. She crawled out

of her own fucking grave.

Does anyone else know

about this, any other papers?

No. I'm sitting on an exclusive.

I can't keep her here by myself.

There's this woman, Teresa Casillas

And she's on my interview list.

She started a group

for the woman workers.

Get this. She wants to find

the guys who did this.

And I'm going to help her.

Well, it's a great angle, Lauren.

But be careful. You're not a cop.

George, I gotta go!

Eva?

Eva!

Do you have my keys?

- Shut up!

Oh, shit.

Hi, I'm Lauren Adrian,

journalist from the United States.

I need to speak to Senora Casillas?

She's busy now.

It's an emergency.

- Gracias.

- Si.

Lauren Adrian?

- You Teresa Casillas?

- I thought the interview was tomorrow.

Yeah, but I have a situation.

I have a girl with me.

She was raped...

and almost killed in the desert.

She's weak. She's in my car.

And I'm gonna need some help.

Of course.

This is dangerous.

I don't think you know

how dangerous this is.

The government here doesn't want

anyone to know about these things.

If you go around

telling people about this...

- then you become their enemy.

- But this is an important story.

A story that I desperately

want to tell.

Even if you find Eva's attackers...

she will have to identify them

in a formal court proceedings...

before she can have any trial.

The court will not be on her side

and she would have no protection.

She's going to be putting

her life in danger.

Will she be able to do this?

She crawled out of her own grave.

She wants to do this, Teresa.

There you are.

It's real.

She's gonna let you

stay here for awhile...

so you don't have to go back

to the hotel or anything.

He came to me that last night

at the hotel.

Who came to you?

Eva, there was nobody

at the hotel last night.

- He was.

- It wasn't real.

There's a doctor here to see you.

He's going to help you get better.

Are you going to fight for me?

Of course I'm going

to fight for you.

Lauren? This is the doctor.

Lauren Adrian.

- Mucho gusto.

- Mucho gusto.

- This is Eva.

- Hola, Eva.

- Lauren?

- Diaz. You all right?

I'm fine. The police

released me this morning.

But the mothers, they found

another body in Lotte Bravo.

- Really?

- You have to come. Quickly.

I'm coming right now.

No photographs!

- It's digital.

- Senor, senor.

It's starting to feel like

old times.

Did you see? She was strangled

with one of her shoelaces.

It's one of the patterns.

The Chief of Police right up there.

'Scuse me. Hi, I'm Lauren Adrian

from the Chicago Sentinel.

I don't have time

for any interviews.

But doesn't this killing prove that

there are murderers in Juarez?

This is not one of the murders.

It's a case of domestic violence.

- Domestic violence?

- The murders are the work of one man.

- His name is Al-Abar.

- Haven't there been many murders...

- since he's been arrested?

- We have reason to believe...

he has been masterminding

these murders from prison.

I'd like an interview with him.

How can I get an interview?

That is totally impossible.

- So no one's allowed to see him.

- Senorita...

the man is in total isolation.

No one is allowed to see him.

Really?

Then how is he masterminding

all these killings from prison?

We're still investigating that.

So, that night you walked

right through here.

On the street.

And then I...

I turned down this alley.

This is the way I always

take to home. Mi casa.

And this is where the man

who frightened you came up to you.

And then you...

- I went that way.

- Down this way...

and that's where you got

on the factory bus.

Well, we're early.

Let's wait.

And when a factory bus comes by,

that'll be our bus.

It's hot.

- You miss your home?

- Mucho.

Why don't you tell me about it?

I came from Oaxaca.

I love my land.

But they took the land away.

- Who took the land away?

We cannot pay the taxes, so...

they tell us, go to the border

and work in the maquiladoras.

Make money to keep your land.

But there is no money here.

The government and the factories

take everything.

All the money is for them.

For us, nothing.

But what can we do?

We have no land.

We cannot go home.

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

It's very sad.

But tell me about you.

- About me?

- Yeah.

I tell you about me,

now you tell me about you.

All right.

I don't have any children.

I'm not married.

- No children?

- No.

- 'Cause I work.

- My mother work and she has children.

I have a different kind of work.

It's called a career.

A career. Okay.

A career is a kind of work

that you want more than anything...

and you give up

everything to get it.

And when you get it...

you realize that it's not that great

and you have no life.

That makes two of us.

- Okay.

I got it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

It's the end of a shift.

There's gonna be a lot of buses.

Maybe we'll be able to identify

the buses by their numbers.

Then I'll follow the buses,

take photographs of the drivers.

You can identify them and then,

and then we'll have our man.

Ready? Now!

- That's it!

- You get it?

I got it.

Go, go. You got him.

Let's go. Come on.

- So.

- Just walk.

You think we could go around

the other side and get some more?

Oh, shit. Come on!

Come on. Come on!

Stay here!

Come here, come here!

Run!

Down!

- Teresa!

- Yes?

- Come here, please.

- Yes.

- Lauren'll stay with you tonight.

- What happened?

- She can't go back to her hotel.

- Not tonight.

I have a party tonight.

At the Salamanca house.

I have to go.

Can you cancel it?

Hold on.

Don't.

Take Lauren with you.

No one will know she's there.

I'll get these guys off her trail.

Excuse me a second.

Laurie, please, do as I say.

Promise me.

- Are you gonna be safe?

- I can take care of myself.

Give me your hotel key.

I'll get your things.

- I'll see you later. Bye.

- Okay.

I hope you realize how much he's

jeopardizing his own life for you.

Yeah, I know.

- Is Eva here?

- Yes. She's inside.

We should take her with us

tonight, too, don't you think?

- No. We can't.

- Why?

It's gonna be bad for her.

- No.

- Why?

You don't understand.

These people are rich and...

- she's gonna feel so uncomfortable.

- Somebody just tried to kill us.

I'm not leaving Eva alone tonight.

We can't leave her alone, okay?

Relax.

You look beautiful.

- Doesn't she look beautiful?

- You look so beautiful. You do.

Is that Senator Rawlings?

What is he doing here?

Celebrating the 15th birthday

of Don Philippe Salamanca's daughter.

And so is the governor,

the archbishop...

and the heads of some American

and Japanese companies.

Really? Who is

the Salamanca family?

Let's just say that the Free Trade

Agreement couldn't happen...

without the support

of the Salamanca family.

Excuse me.

- This whole party is for her?

- Yeah.

She's lucky.

Yeah.

She's lucky.

Perfect.

- What happened?

- It's Juanes!

Oh, my God.

- Why don't you go up there?

- No.

- Yes, get close.

- No.

- Eva, go meet him.

- No...

- I'm gonna take her up there.

- No!

Yes.

Particularly extravagant for a girl's

15th birthday, don't you think?

I don't know. The chance

to catch Juanes' sweaty vest...

can only come once in a girl's life.

Please allow me to introduce myself.

Marco Antonio Salamanca.

- People call me just Marco.

- I'm Lauren Adrian.

I'm a friend of Teresa Casias'.

Thank you for allowing us

into your lovely home, Marco.

- You're American.

- Yes.

- You new to Juarez?

- Yes.

Listen.

I'd love to show you

a sight of Juarez...

that I'm sure you've

never experienced.

So, now I'm seeing a sight

I like right now.

But there is another sight...

that is more exciting

and mysterious.

- Sounds dangerous.

- No, no.

Just incredibly thrilling.

Well, if I ever have

the urge for a tour, Marco...

I know I can find you.

- What's your name?

- Eva.

- Something's wrong.

- What?

Hey, you okay?

Let's get her out of here. Teresa.

Let's get her back to your house.

No!

You're safe! Eva?

Eva? Eva.

It's me.

No. Baby. Baby.

How's she doing today?

Is she feeling better?

She's not well.

I had to call back that doctor.

- What are these, pictures?

- Yes.

Lauren, I don't think

you want to torment her.

I wouldn't do that.

She wants to find these men.

And after I saw the second killer,

her life is in danger.

- We didn't see any killer.

- Yes, we did!

You didn't see any killer

because there is no second killer.

- What are you talking about?

- The psychologists are convinced...

that Eva imagined

the second killer.

I don't care what the doctors say.

I was there. I saw it.

She comes from an Indian culture.

Her people...

often don't distinguish real things

from the things they imagine.

- Are you saying she's crazy?

- No! She's not crazy.

She believes what she says.

But this doesn't mean that it's true.

I saw the look on that man's face.

- He recognized her.

- No, please.

- That is the man...

- Don't!

Don't. This is my house and this

stops here. I can't deal with this.

- You wanted this story, too.

- No!

Your story is destroying her.

And, God, Lauren.

You can be killed too.

You understand that? They tried it

before and they will kill you.

I cannot do this anymore.

Please, just leave.

- I'm sorry. Did we wake you up?

- It's not important right now.

- It is important.

- Eva.

- No, Teresa.

And we are gonna find them

together. Right?

This is the road

where Eva was raped.

This is where I want you to be.

You and the police.

Eva identified the bus driver.

His name is Domingo Esparza.

They drive the victims out here

and then meet the other attacker.

I'll go undercover into the factory

he worked for and pose as a worker.

If we know who this Esparza is,

just have him arrested.

If we have him arrested, we have

no chance of catching the second guy.

He's already seen Eva.

He'll come after her.

I'm going into the factory as bait.

It's our only chance to catch both.

You can't. We have to warn too many

people. The police'll never allow it.

That's why you'll only tell them

after I'm in there already.

They're not gonna risk having

an American journalist killed.

There must be people

on the police that you trust.

- People who care about the truth.

- Yeah, I know people.

I think I can trust them.

But you never really know.

People get bribed. I'm not going

to gamble with your life.

I'm not gonna gamble with Eva's life.

It's now or never. Don't you see?

No, I don't see.

This is out of the question.

- Diaz, listen to me.

- I won't listen to you.

I won't let you. If anything happened

to you, I'll never forgive myself!

I can't do this.

All right.

You are not going into the factory.

And we will find another way

to hunt around this. Get in the car.

It's not your choice to make.

I promised Eva that I'd help her

find these men.

And I pray that you'll help me.

But even if you don't, I'm going

into that factory tomorrow.

Come in, come in.

How do I look?

- With just this.

- Okay.

- Like that?

- Something like that.

You look pretty.

For good luck.

Now you look like me.

I want to give you something.

- No, it's okay.

- Yes. Yes. No.

She protect me that night.

Now she's gonna protect you.

Let me.

Okay.

You are safe now.

- Hi. Lauren.

- Eva.

It's too dangerous.

I'll be fine.

Good luck, Lauren.

Please leave quickly.

The next shift starts

in 10 minutes.

Don't be afraid.

I won't hurt you.

You all right?

A mass grave.

It was a mass grave.

We didn't find the other attacker.

There was nobody there.

Well, he was there.

He's out there.

I'm telling you, he was here.

He can see us.

I can feel it.

This isn't over until I find him.

When I was on that bus...

everything was just as Eva told it.

It made me feel like

I was living her story.

"The screams of the women

of Juarez are silent...

because no one will listen...

not the corporations who make

their profits from their labor.

Not the governments of Mexico

and the United States...

who benefit

from the free trade agreements.

No one will listen.

All the evidence points to the fact

that there are many killers.

A whole culture of murder

that just gets worse and worse...

the more it's denied

and covered up.

Covering it up is less expensive

than protecting these women.

Money is

about the bottom line.

And so the death toll mounts.

Eva Jimenez, 16 years old.

She works in a factory

assembling televisions.

She makes five dollars a day."

- I finished your story.

- Yeah? You finished my story.

Tomorrow it'll be printed

and everybody will know about it.

Don't forget that in five days

you're gonna have to go to court.

- I know.

- You'll have to talk to a judge...

and you'll have

to tell him everything.

- Can you do this?

- I think I can.

The man we saw at the party,

we didn't catch him.

- What?

- I know. It's gonna be okay.

No, you don't.

He is the Devil. The Devil.

He'll take me to Hell.

He don't want me to go to the judge.

Eva, please.

You'll be safe.

You have to believe me.

I will not let anything

happen to you.

And I will find this man.

You're gonna be okay.

I know how to find him.

- Just leave the glass there?

- Just leave the glass there.

- Here comes the magic.

- All right.

- You gonna show me something?

- Now it's gonna disappear.

It took me two semesters at Harvard

to learn that trick.

I learned that first week

at St. Mary's High.

- I was always a poor student.

- Don't worry. I give tutorials.

- Oh, you do?

- Yeah.

What was it like being a Mexican at

Harvard? They had two of you there?

But I'm an American citizen.

It's convenient. I can be Mexican

whenever I want to or American.

- So, deep down you're just a gringo.

- Well, of course.

It's the best thing to be.

The whole world wants to be gringo.

Come to think of it, there were a lot

of gringos at your party that night.

- I even saw Senator...

- Rawlings.

- Right.

- You know...

my family owns most of the land.

So, he's given us a great

opportunity with NAFTA.

There was somebody else there, too.

So he was tall. He was kind

of dark eyes. Gold teeth?

- Why do you wanna know?

- No reason. It was just...

something that Teresa had said.

He had a scar right here.

Aris. Aris Rodriguez.

His family's involved

with the NAFTA factories.

A very old family, too.

Who's calling me?

George!

Hey can you give a minute?

Hold on. I'm in a restaurant.

So, did you read the piece?

What'd you think?

Best think you've ever done.

It's got something I've never seen.

Some incredible humanity.

And this portrait of Eva?

Quite beautiful.

I don't know what to say.

You're my inspiration, George.

It means the world to me

that you liked it.

Frankly, I couldn't have done

a better job myself.

Congratulations.

Diaz, I just got off the phone

with Chicago. They loved the story.

You want my husband.

- Alfonso, telephone.

- Hey, George.

- No. This is Frank.

I'm not supposed to tell you this,

but George didn't print the story.

He got a visit from some political

types, including Senator Rawlings.

After that, it was a no go.

They're not printing it at all?

You don't understand. Rawlings is

pushing a bill through Congress...

to expand the Free Trade agreements

to include Central America...

and they don't want

any bad press right now.

- You dug too deep.

- Okay.

- Your story is too fuckin' hot.

- Do me a favor.

- Put me on the phone with George.

- He's not gonna talk to you.

They're gonna say it's temporary

and for you to stay put.

But that's just a smoke screen

to kill it.

If you want the story printed,

you've gotta get back here.

- Why are you doing this?

- 'Cause it's a great story.

It needs to be printed.

It's now or never.

So, Eva, I have something

to tell you. Your story...

What do you mean?

They don't want my story?

No, they will want it.

I have to talk to the judge

in three days.

- I know.

- The murderer'll be there.

- Don't worry.

People promise many things,

but that never happens.

I will get your story printed

and I won't stop...

until both of your attackers

are punished.

And I will be back.

Eva, look at me.

Teresa!

Teresa! Teresa!

Miss, you can...

Lauren, is that you? Wait a minute!

- Could you just...

- Lauren, come in.

Lauren Adrian,

this is Samuel Denton...

the C.E.O. Of the publishing

syndicate that owns the Sentinel.

- This is Senator...

- Rawlings, I know.

Saw you in Juarez last week

at the Salamanca house.

- What were you doing there?

- Hi. I'm Denise McKenzie.

I'm head

of all syndicate operations.

Congratulations. You're gonna make

an exceptional foreign correspondent.

We are all very excited.

We're gonna have to let you go, or

else we're not gonna make our lunch.

- I'll talk to you later.

- All the best.

- Good to see you.

- Yeah.

- Foreign correspondent?

- How about that?

- It's unbelievable.

- Your first assignment.

- This is a bribe, isn't it?

- What do you care?

You'd do anything for this job.

Consider it a freebie.

This can't be you.

You can't bow to those people!

- I'm not bowing to anyone.

- Then print my story.

We cannot print your story.

In three days,

a 16-year-old girl...

is going into court to face

the man who tried to kill her!

All because we said

that we would print her story.

This story could save her life and

the lives of many women in Juarez.

This is a fucking important story!

I understand that.

But you are blaming...

- the Mexican and American governments.

- You're god damned right I am.

- And the Free Trade Agreement.

- It isn't free trade!

It's slave trade. It's a scam.

Everybody is making too much money...

- to give a shit about these women.

- Listen to me.

These are very serious accusations,

they're damn near criminal.

And this newspaper is not

prepared to make 'em...

- and you can't substantiate them.

- And they're true!

This is now a matter

of corporate responsibility.

Since when do you put corporate

responsibility above the truth?

Get off your soapbox. I liked you

better as a cutthroat reporter.

I like you better as an editor who

couldn't be bought or intimidated!

- A man I admire.

- The days of investigative reporting...

are over, Lauren.

The news isn't news anymore. It's

as dead as the typewriter I used!

Corporate America

is running the show now.

And their news agenda is free trade,

globalization and entertainment.

That's our glorious future!

You know what would happen to me

if I published your story on my own.

If you don't have the balls

to print my story...

- I will find someone who will.

- It's not that easy, kid.

Read your contract.

The Sentinel owns your story.

Hell, it owns you.

Nobody owns me!

That's the difference

between me and you.

Lauren!

Take the job, Lauren.

You got a damn fine career

in front of yourself...

and you're throwing it all away

and for what?

Your story about these women

is just not worth it.

Not worth it?

I forgot. They're just Mexican women

so they're not worth it.

I didn't mean it that way.

Do you see this?

And this?

And this? And this? And this?

All of it is assembled in Juarez

and it's all covered with blood.

Would you calm down?

If you walk out of here today...

you could never get back in here,

and you know it.

- For God's sakes, let this thing go!

- I can't.

- You think this is your big story.

- My parents are from Mexico.

- You identify with it.

- I'm one of them. Can't you see?

My parents came here

as migrant farm workers.

They were killed...

so I was adopted.

I only have vague

memories of them.

I remember a field

filled with workers...

My mother.

My father.

I was there when he was killed.

I saw him die.

- I'm sorry.

- When I met Eva, I saw myself.

I've been running away

from who I am my whole life.

Because you don't wanna be Mexican,

not in this country.

You see?

I could be one of the women

in those factories.

It could be me

in one of those graves.

I can't let this go.

Alfonso!

Can I speak to Diaz?

What?

What?

- Who did this?

- I don't know. Nobody does.

Diaz is gone.

And tomorrow the bus driver's

gonna be a free man.

No! With Eva's testimony,

he will go to jail.

- Eva's gone.

- What?

She ran away. Nobody knows

where she is, not even her mother.

Her mother. To move away

from Colonia Anapra.

She want to be there for her,

waiting for her at their home...

but she doesn't feel safe

there anymore.

How could she? Tomorrow...

Domingo Esparza

is gonna be a free man.

- This isn't happening.

- It is happening.

It's all over.

Kids, get up.

Oh, jeez. Poor people.

- Lauren.

- Who are you?

Would you gentlemen please

excuse us for a moment?

Do you believe in anything?

Are you, Mexican? American?

What are you?

These are limiting terms. They don't

mean much now in a modern world.

Alfonso Diaz was my friend.

Now he's dead.

I wanna know what happened to him.

He was reporting things

people didn't want reported.

What did you think

was going to happen to him?

- Who did it?

- Do you think I know that?

Do you think I even concern myself

with such things?

- It gets taken care of.

- Is Aris involved?

How many more women is he gonna kill?

Why don't you tell somebody about it?

And who am I gonna tell?

These people know more than me.

- Lf they arrest him, nothing'll change.

- He's a murderer.

- He's protected by the authorities.

- You have to be realistic.

There are two sets of laws

in any country, okay?

The laws for rich and powerful people

and the laws for everybody else.

And don't think it's any different

in the United States...

because I buy politicians on both

sides of the border all the time.

What do you think built this?

Now...

when can we get together again?

I can free my schedule anytime.

What do you say?

I wish people like you didn't exist.

And on top of everything else...

you're a lousy god damned fuck.

The first shift has ended.

Please leave quickly.

Vamanos. Let's go.

They're shipping you back

to Juarez.

Eva?

Eva?

It's morning and the court

will be in session soon.

They're gonna be waiting for you.

We're both pretty beat up.

Maybe if we help each other...

well then we can make it.

Eva testified against her attacker,

Domingo Esparza.

He is awaiting trial.

Eva was reunited with her mother.

They are being protected

by a human rights organization.

Aris' body was found.

It was never claimed.

No one was arrested

for the murder of Alfonso Diaz.

I took over Diaz's paper.

I continue to write to tell

the truth about Juarez.

Congress passed the bill expanding

the free trade agreements...

to Central America.

There are still no provisions

protecting the workers.

Last week another body

was found in the desert.

A girl. About seventeen.

She was still dressed

in her blue factory smock.

The murder of woman

in Juarez continues.