All language subtitles for episode_7_cuba_-_what_s_in_the_bag

He says, I need you to bring this bag
with you.

The bag?

Where is my child?

It could have been anything.

A gun, a bomb, whatever it takes to get
my baby back.

I had to go to Cuba.

I'm wondering if I can pull it off.

My heart was exploding.

My life is over.

The year was 1999, and I was 22.

The neighborhood I grew up in, I mean,
we all went through hard times. Hard

times were normal.

I needed money for myself, my daughter.

I guess that I was willing to do what
was necessary as long as it was legal.

My daughter's name is Leande, and she
was five years old at the time.

She was staying wherever I was staying.

I was staying in people's couches.

I wanted it to just be her and I,
really, honestly.

I wanted to work, and everything would
be everyday normal, you know, a routine.

If we did dream, it was just a dream
because everyone was

struggling.

It's hard to live a dream when you're
living a nightmare.

My life was completely transformed
overnight.

I was at a friend's barbecue when I met
Roy.

He came in as if he was some kind of
actor on stage, you know.

100 -watt smile and very showboat.

Roy was a music producer.

Slim, tall, dark and handsome.

Very, very, very handsome.

He takes one look at me and then he
says, yeah, you're coming with me like

you'll do.

I thought, you're right.

Who are you?

My name is Roy.

He wanted to take me to Miami, see his
house, see how he lives.

I thought he was crazy.

I thought he was crazy.

This is not what mothers do.

He said, listen, I don't understand the
hesitation.

I'm going to take care of you and your
child.

Better than you've ever been taken care
of before.

I'm going to change your life.

All you have to do is be my lady.

Why wouldn't I go to Miami?

Miami was wild.

It was like a vacation every day.

Beaches and beautiful people everywhere.

I felt like this is the life.

Roy said, all you have to do is act.

I'm going to make it happen for you.

What I always wanted was my daughter's
room to look like a princess room.

Just seeing her reaction and knowing
that I was able to give her.

Whatever she wanted now was really
comforting to me.

Roy was very hands -on with Allende.

He was very nurturing.

I liked the stability.

I was happy.

I don't know, maybe...

I'm pessimistic, but I don't think that
happiness just falls in your lap like

that.

It was always in the back of my mind I
would have to pay for it.

Roy started to become more controlling.

That girl is my daughter. You can't tell
me that I can't leave. I'll do what I

want. There were times I felt kind of
like a prisoner in my home.

I'd like to see you try and stop me.

I never thought about, what if this
doesn't work? I didn't have plan B.

One day he comes in, and he says, we
started out

really happy, and I want to get back to
that.

The carnival is in Panama now.

Let's go down there.

Stay for a week.

And get reacquainted.

And start over.

Fresh.

I've never been outside of the state.

I was just excited about the whole
thing.

Really excited.

His sister will watch the end day for
the week.

When I was saying goodbye to her.

I tried to smile and I would beg, don't
worry.

I think I was more worried than she was
about me leaving her for a week.

I am jumping out of my seat with
excitement.

Panama had a different sight and sound,
you know, something I wasn't used to.

For my first trip out of the country, I
think it was pretty cool.

I was just buzzing.

Rory and I held hands and we smiled and
we laughed.

We were enjoying our vacation and
sightseeing.

It's really nice.

I didn't know that it would drastically
change.

I woke up the third day and

realized he wasn't there.

I went and had breakfast.

He's not there.

A couple hours later,

He comes in.

He tells me to come upstairs.

Come with me?

He seemed a little hurried.

Wasn't making eye contact with me.

At that stage, I just thought it would
be an argument.

As much as I wanted to believe that we
would have this whole week to

ourselves,

I always felt like something would come
up.

When I walked into the room, I noticed
that there was a bag there on the bed

that we didn't come with.

He's all of a sudden saying, listen, I
have to leave. Something came up

suddenly. I have to go back to the
States and take care of some business.

He says, I want you to stay here in
Panama. I don't want to mess up your

vacation. I want you to enjoy the rest
of the carnival.

When the carnival is over, we can finish
our vacation in Paris.

Paris? He knew I always wanted to go to
Paris.

You can't just leave me here.

He said, listen, when you come to meet
me in Paris, I need you to bring this

with you.

I didn't.

Ask about the bag because when you're
panicky or trying to get something done

and you're in the way of that, then he
gets upset with you.

He left me $1 ,000.

He was out of the room within less than
10 minutes.

He said to me, I'll see you in Paris.

I was in shock that he left so quickly.

Did he really leave me?

Did he really just leave me here?

I'm in Panama all alone.

The bag was like not even registering
yet because at that

moment I was thinking, did he take my
return ticket home?

It wasn't there.

And then I look at the bag.

I pick it up.

I notice that it's heavy.

There's nothing in it.

So I'm wondering, you know, what is this
weight to it?

It could have been anything.

Guns, a bomb, any type of drug. I don't
know.

I had a suspicion it was something
illegal.

When you come to meet me in Paris, I
need you to bring this back with you.

I really didn't want to know.

The mind is a wonderful thing, and you
can believe anything you want to.

And I made myself believe that Roy
wouldn't put me in that predicament.

Ignorance is bliss.

About 7 or 8 in the morning, Roy called
me.

He just said, hey.

And I'm like, hey?

What do you mean, hey?

How you doing?

How am I doing?

What do you mean, how am I doing? How
you doing? Are you enjoying your

What are you talking about?

Do you realize that you left me here in
Panama by myself?

Alone. Oh, you're fine.

Don't you still have money left, don't
you? Yeah.

That's not the point.

Where's the bag? The bag?

Where's my child?

She's right here. She's fine.

Want to talk to her? He hands the phone
to her. Hi,

Mom.

Daddy did this. Daddy did that. We went
here. We went there.

It was just a normal day for her.

He gets back on the phone and he says,
so what about the bag?

I said, You have to have it what's in
it. He says, don't I take care of you?

Haven't I given you everything you
wanted?

Yes.

Don't study the roots.

Just pick the fruit.

He said there will be someone calling
very soon.

Just do what he says.

He hung up.

I've never been afraid of Allende being
with Roy.

Now I am with me in another country.

He could take my daughter and uproot to
somewhere else.

The truth is, I'm going to have to do
what he says.

A couple of hours later, the phone
rings.

This guy says, Hello, Kalila.

I'm voice for Jose.

I am on my way to come pick you up.

I was very nervous.

Very apprehensive.

I had a right to beep.

I didn't want to get in the car.

I... Really didn't have a choice.

Just didn't look like a guy that you
would mess around with.

We go into a restaurant and we sit down.

He says to me, I want you to act normal.

Do you want anything?

And no.

I'm going to order you a coffee.

And I am sweating bullets trying to act
normal.

Jose said that I had to go to San Jose,
Costa Rica before I

could get to Paris.

I was shocked.

I was expecting to go straight to Paris
and end this whole nightmare.

He gives me my ticket.

I had no idea I would be getting on the
bus.

I asked him, what's going on? What is
this about?

He grabbed my hand and he says to me, he
heard that I had a daughter.

And he says, didn't Roy tell you not to
ask us anything?

Knowing I will do whatever it takes to
get my baby back.

He dropped me off at the hotel, and he
says, I'll have a cab come and pick you

up in the morning.

Enjoy your trip.

I go inside, and I'm just brain
-trained.

I took a shower and just went to bed.

The telephone wakes me up, pounding
head.

I'm so, so tired.

Kalila, your taxi to the bus station
will pick you up in a half an hour.

This is actually happening now.

I keep telling myself it'll be over
before you know it.

I'm leaving the room.

And I'm picking up the bag, and I'm
realizing this is pretty heavy.

I'm wondering if I can pull it off,
carrying this around with me and making

it look comfortable.

The bag was heavy, but my heart was
heavy, too.

I felt like I had lead in my feet.

The cab driver pulls up.

He also knows me.

Everyone knows me.

I was very paranoid.

I get in the back of the car, put my
sunglasses on,

and I told myself, okay, stay strong.

Get through it. Get home.

We get to the bus station, and the

driver takes the bag out of the car, and
he says to me, your bus will be coming

shortly. Look out for it.

Goodbye.

Say anything you said.

I walk into the bus station.

I waited for the bus. Maybe half an
hour, 45 minutes.

I'm there. I thought by myself, but I
realized that he was still outside, kind

of lingering.

I get to make sure I got on the bus.

When the bus pulls up,

I just couldn't believe it.

I hadn't seen a bus that old with no air
conditioning.

There are chickens on this bus.

I never saw chickens outside of the zoo.

We drove for I don't know how long.

It's a very hot day.

I was hungry.

I needed a bathroom.

I had a headache.

It was her.

I didn't know when the bus would stop.

We arrived at a border crossing.

They said that I had to get off the bus.

They said, you go.

I was definitely scared.

We had to get our passports flipped
over.

My heart was pounding because they asked
me

where I was going.

I said to Costa Rica, but they didn't
understand why I'm going on the bus.

I didn't have an answer for them.

It kind of gave me a hard time because
they want to know why I only had

at that time maybe $100 on me.

And if I'm a tourist, why so little
money?

I was really pushing my luck.

And I knew it.

I didn't get nervous until I saw the
dogs.

They're these guards with these huge
dogs and

huge rifles.

My heart started racing because I wasn't
expecting that they were searching for

drugs.

Okay, I'm in trouble.

They smelt our luggage. They smelt us.

They told us to take off our shoes.

And then the dogs went down the line,
one by one.

The whole time, I was hardly breathing,
very shallow breathing.

I was expecting to be caught.

One dog after another went past me.

But there was this one dog that stayed a
little longer than the rest of them.

And they had him check me again.

My heart racing.

The heart almost exploded.

He looked at me.

I looked at him like... The

dog didn't pick up on his scent.

They pulled him away.

I finally breathed, and I felt really
lightheaded.

I got back on the bus and we started
driving.

I felt more confident about getting to
Paris and getting this done.

I said, okay, it's almost over. Come on,
what's next, you know?

Call Jose.

Told him that I made it to Costa Rica.

He says, great.

You'll be leaving from Costa Rica now to
Paris. You have to buy the ticket. I'll

send you some money.

You're almost there.

Hi, good evening.

I've asked them for a ticket to Paris.

They said they didn't have a direct
flight to Paris, that I had to go to

and purchase a ticket to Paris there.

Come on, not something else.

I said, well, give me a ticket to Cuba.
And they said they don't have a flight

out that day, that I had to leave the
next morning.

I just wanted to get over with.

I wanted to get it over with.

I was devastated.

You will be leaving tomorrow in the
morning at 7 o 'clock.

And they said, well, do you need your
luggage?

I was just fed up with the bag, the
weight of it.

responsibility of it.

So I said no.

I took some clothes out from it for the
next day, and I left that bag in

the airport.

And I thought nothing of it.

I forgot about the bag.

Forgot about Roy, and for one moment,
again, I felt like I was on vacation.

I went to the hotel.

I went swimming.

I go and get a drink.

Finally fall asleep.

The next morning.

I'm feeling really sick.

All of a sudden, I realize the bag is in
customs.

There is no way they wouldn't have
opened it and found out what was in it.

At the border crossing, the dogs didn't
detect anything.

I was sure they must have found
something illegal through the x -ray.

I didn't want to go back to the airport
because right away, as soon as I came

in, that would be the end.

But I go to the airport, really didn't
have a choice.

I just want to get this over with so I
can give home to my daughter.

I had sunglasses on because I was afraid
that it would be obvious

that I was really nervous and anxious.

I don't even think I felt my legs
moving.

I was just kind of like on autopilot and
really zoned out.

I take one step and my legs are so shaky
that in my heels I'm wobbling.

I'm biting my nails.

I'm sweating like crazy. I'm looking
over my shoulder. I'm thinking that

somebody's going to pop out and it's
going to be like a whole army of custom

agents and police.

I get to the gate where my plane is
leaving.

As I'm handing them my ticket, I just
knew I was going to be caught.

They definitely remember me from the
night before.

They're checking in my ticket, and it
just seemed like forever.

I think if anyone just tapped me on my
shoulder, I would have hit the roof.

They said, your bag is already on its
way into the airplane.

I just thought to myself, it's going too
smoothly, too smoothly.

And they just say, okay, you enjoy your
chair.

I couldn't believe it.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no way to detect it.

What is it?

I had no idea.

Before I got on the plane, I decided to
sit down and have lunch, and I noticed

a girl outside the restaurant.

I thought, she looks like a nice person.

And I really wanted somebody to...

to talk to and just, like, feel normal
for a minute.

Her name was Laura.

I'm Laura.

She was from England.

She was a tourist, taking pictures and
kind of hanging out.

I told her the same thing.

I thought it was odd that she was so
young traveling by herself, but she

more comfortable than I did.

In my own way, I was...

Using her to feel normal.

We're sitting there talking like
newfound friends.

I said, I am going to Paris. And Lori
says, I'm going to Paris too.

I just felt like that was like fate.

We get on a plane.

Okay, what's next now?

Cuba. Cuba.

Cuba.

I just realized I'm going to Cuba.

So we arrive in Cuba, and once again, I
have to collect

this bag.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I'm so tired of dealing with it.

I know as an American I shouldn't be in
Cuba.

I handed customs my passport. They were
very suspicious.

They immediately started asking me
questions.

Where are you coming from? The United
States. Where are you going? Paris.

They told me if I didn't leave the next
day, they would come looking

for me.

I was shocked, and I was really scared.

As we were leaving, I said to Laura,
let's just get a hotel together and save

some money.

Honestly, I wasn't ready to let her go.

We went into the room.

She's curious about the space, and I
asked her about London.

And I'm just sitting there on the bed,
and I noticed that Laura's bag looked

exactly like mine.

Exactly the same as mine.

Same color, same shape, same bag.

I'm staring at the bag, and I'm looking
at her, and I'm trying to picture her as

a drug trafficker.

I said, no, no.

Impossible, no.

Because if she is, she's really good.

And then I thought, if I did ask her,
and if it wasn't true, And I

would lose this new friend that I found.

I just gave her the benefit of the
doubt.

That night, I couldn't sleep.

A young day was in my thoughts.

Here I am, almost home to my daughter.

I just wanted, just wanted my baby.

We get up early the next morning.

Within half an hour, the phone rang.

Hello?

Hello?

I hear this guy hollering in the
background.

Okay. She hangs up the phone, and she
looks at me really seriously, and she

says, I haven't been completely honest
with you.

I have drugs in my bag.

And I say, well, I don't know what I
have in my bag.

I'm assuming it's drugs.

I see her demeanor changing.

And she says, I don't think it's a good
idea that we get on the same plane.

It would be suspicious.

To get on that flight. She tried to
bribe me.

To have some money. To take another
flight.

And I told her, no, I'm getting on that
plane.

She said, okay, I gotta go.

Good luck.

I get a taxi to the airport.

I felt alone again.

Laura was the first person that made me
face the fact that you've got drugs

and you better wake up.

Now there's more of a possibility that
something could really go wrong.

It's two young girls with illegal
substances getting on the same plane.

I can't imagine what may happen if I get
caught here.

When I arrived again at the airport, I
left the bag at

check -in.

I get to the gate.

Where my plane is leaving, I see Laura
is already in line.

She saw me and she never looked at me
again.

Someone that works at the airport came
out from behind the gate

to speak to Laura.

She hugged him.

I didn't know she knew anyone in Tua.

Looking back on it, it must have been
her connection.

Hello.

Okay.

I saw Laura board the plane.

She never looked back.

I didn't know that she had help.

And I got worried.

I didn't have help.

There's still a couple of people in
front of me, and a guy in a black suit

down the line and says, would you step
out of line, please?

I felt like they were trying to scare
me, and I wouldn't be

scared.

Even though my heart was racing.

I'm ready to get on this plane.

I hate leaving now.

They asked me to step into what's said a
viewing room over top of the door.

I saw that they had my bag there.

Take a seat.

Take a seat. Do you mind opening it?

They look through the things.

I'm in such denial about everything
that's going on.

It doesn't even feel real.

And I said, is my plane going to wait
for me?

They said, yeah, it's not a problem. The
plane will wait for you.

They pick up the bag.

It weighed about 15 pounds.

Completely empty.

They were confused and curious.

Don't look at me, you know, your guess
is as good as mine.

They take out a pocket knife.

They cut the inseam of the pocket.

I went through checks, customs, dog

sniffers.

If I get caught at this moment, Laura
must have told on me.

They pulled out these thin plastic bags.

They cut open the bags and pulled

out some of this powdery and sticky
substance.

Okay, what now?

I don't know.

And he says, now, the chemical test, if
it turns blue,

it's cocaine.

And you're in big trouble.

You should get up.

The whole room's spinning.

I'm telling myself that this is a dream.

I'm telling myself, it'll be okay.

I'm going to laugh this off.

I was going home to my daughter, and I'm
going to see my family.

It was cocaine all along.

He says, you're facing 15 to 30 years.

We drive.

to the police station.

They take me up into holding cells and
the smell just came

out at you. It smelled so bad.

I looked at the guard like, you want me
to go in there?

I didn't think I was going to cope.

I was so in shock.

I couldn't cry. I couldn't get excited
or angry. I was just worried

and scared.

My life is over.

It's over.

After eight days, they moved me to a big
prison.

I thought that if I told them the truth,
that they would find Roy and they're

going to find my baby.

And this will be all over.

But everyone I come across is like, your
life

is over.

Forget about it.

This is where you're staying.

This is where you'll be.

Face it.

I got a visit from the intersection. My
name is Jose Miguel. You have a

daughter, right?

Right. They said that Roy was on the run
and nobody knew where he was.

But they said my daughter was at my
mother's house.

I was very relieved to find out that
Allende was safe.

I was angry with Roy because I really
believed that

he would grow a conscience and tell him
the truth so I can get

home to my daughter.

The prison itself was horrific.

I didn't know how I would survive.

It took me a while to get used to the
fact that I wasn't in my country,

that these people despised me because I
was American.

They didn't want to talk to me. I didn't
want to talk to them.

I was the only American woman imprisoned
in Cuba.

I received my sentencing by letter.

It was the maximum that they were
asking, 15 years.

I was so devastated that I wouldn't see
Allende.

I knew that my family wouldn't come to
Cuba to visit me.

I felt really guilty because I also had
to take blame and responsibility for

myself.

Even if I didn't purchase the drugs, I
still participated because I

didn't find a way out of it as soon as
possible.

I cope by holding on to my happier
moments at home and remembering my

smile and reading as much as possible,
learning

the language so that I could defend
myself.

Prison made me grateful for the small
thing that people take for granted every

day.

family and the importance of having just
your necessities

and not necessarily your wants.

The biggest lesson that I learned is
freedom is priceless.

Here it is, the American that's leaving.

I think that I gave a lot of people
hope.

They expected me to be doing my time
completely, and I did too.

And it just felt really good to actually
walk out and see the other

side of the gate without.

I was completely riddled with anxiety
because after six years,

I didn't feel like I was ready to face
the state.

When I arrived back home, I was elated.
Everyone was

there.

My daughter, I hadn't seen in six years.

And when I left her, she still had baby
teeth.

And now I'm seeing her again for the
first time, and she's just as tall as I

I didn't know what to expect from our
relationship. I thought that she would

really be angry with me.

She was just happy to get Mommy back.

And I was grateful that she wasn't as
angry

with me as I was with myself.

I never got over the guilt. I still live
with it.

I never put myself...

My daughter or anyone else for that
matter in that situation again ever