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(baby fussing)

(woman humming lullaby)

(baby fussing)

(humming continues)

♪ ♪

(whispers): It's okay. It's okay.

(shushing quietly)

(banging on door in distance)

- (door slams shut) - (gasps)

(woman laughing faintly in distance)

♪ ♪

(quiet shushing)

Beto?

(woman laughing faintly)

Did you hear that?

(soft crackling)

(gasping)

No, no, no.

No! No, no, no, no!

No! No! No!

No...!

(gasps)

- (singer whooping over radio) - (lively music playing)

(over radio): ♪ San Francisco, California... ♪

(song continues in Spanish)

(cycling through stations)

(upbeat song playing)

DIANA: Veronica was right.

What?

They don't even have a McDonald's here.

Oh, my God, we should turn around!

(laughing): Yes.

I mean, if we leave now, we can be back

in Los Angeles by... dinner?

(Diana chuckles)

I know your sister wouldn't like it here, but...

I hope you will.

Both of you.

I know how important this is for you.

You've only been in the U.S. for five years,

and you're already a manager.

(Diana laughing)

- That's... - That's me.

That's big.

It's important for us.

Beto.

We're good.

Really.

(speaks Spanish)

- Huh? - (speaks Spanish)

There is m-more time than life.

Seize the moment.

Life's too short.

That's how we say it here.

- My way is nicer. - (laughs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(insect buzzing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(brakes squeaking softly)

We're home.

(truck door closes)

(birds chirping)

Are you coming?

♪ ♪

Oh.

(Beto singing quietly)

♪ ♪

(Beto chuckles, murmurs in Spanish)

(Beto clears throat, whispers in Spanish)

(door creaking)

(grunts)

(coughing)

(Beto coughing and muttering in distance)

♪ ♪

(sighs) Well...

uh, it's a little...

...different than the pictures.

- Those must have been old. - Hmm.

I know it doesn't look like much, but...

What's the saying? Um...

Don't look in the...

free horse in the mouth?

- A gift horse in the mouth? - Yeah. That's it.

- Don't look at the gift house in the mouth. - (chuckles)

Those are easy fixes. I can do it in no time.

We'll do them together.

Um... (sighs)

- We need fresh paint. - Mm-hmm.

Some furniture... new.

Okay. (chuckles)

Our family photos.

- Think they were religious? - (chuckles)

One over every door keeps the devil out.

(door opens)

This will be a perfect place to write.

Gonna be better than your old cubicle at the paper.

And you were worried we wouldn't have enough storage.

DIANA: Mm.

Now I'm worried we don't have enough tetanus shots.

(both laughing)

Come on, let's get lunch.

Get to know the town.

(entry bell jingling)

(gentle music playing over speakers)

- Hello. - How are you?

Good afternoon, welcome.

Thank you.

You're not from around here, right?

Uh...

No.

(chuckles): Sorry, my Spanish is not great.

Oh. But you look...

It's okay.

My name is Anita.

BETO: Diana. Look at this.

For the baby's room.

- Do we really need another cross? - Come on.

I had one just like this growing up.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

The pleasure is mine.

Your store is beautiful.

Thank you.

Let me see if I have the correct change.

(coins jingling)

Yes, here it is.

Thank you.

Here you go.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Before you go...

I can give a blessing...

f-for you and... and your new baby.

- Oh. - Yes, of course.

Hail Mary. Full of grace, the Lord is with you.

You are blessed between all women.

And blessed is the fruit of your womb: Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

BETO and ANITA: Amen.

Amen.

It's so nice to meet you both.

This town can be a wonderful place to live.

Come back anytime.

Yes, of course.

- (door opens) - (entry bell jingling)

(door closes)

I think it's going to be a great new start for us.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

(sighs)

I don't know why, but...

this town reminds me of where I grew up.

(chuckles softly)

A perfect place to start our family.

What do you think that Anita woman meant by

"This town can be a wonderful place to live"?

Did she say it like that?

No.

But why say "can be"?

Why not "This is a wonderful place for..."?

(clattering outside)

What was that?

Probably just a coyote.

You'll get used to the country life.

♪ ♪

(clattering)

Beto. There's someone outside.

Mi amor, this is our first night in a new house.

We're gonna hear new sounds.

(muttering in Spanish)

(sighs)

(muttering continues)

(insects trilling)

(muttering continues)

(objects rattling)

♪ ♪

(taps on wall)

Let's go!

Get out!

♪ ♪

(twig snaps outside)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(upbeat music playing quietly)

How are you?

- Good afternoon. - Good.

- How are you? I'm Roberto. - Ernesto. Pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure to meet you, Ernesto. Nice to meet you.

Hola.

Coffee?

Sure, why not?

Thank you.

- It's good. - (man speaks Spanish)

Tomas?

Actually, I go by "Thomas."

Sorry, I-I saw the spelling, so...

It's okay. Happens all the time.

- Oh. (mutters) - (chuckles)

Glad to see you guys made it okay.

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah? How's the house?

I know it needs a little work, but...

- No, it's perfect. Seriously. - Yeah?

Please thank Mr. Quill for letting us stay there.

- For everything, actually. - (chuckles softly)

Walk with me.

Impressive, right?

BETO: Yeah.

TOMAS: The yield gets better every year, man.

Those new agrochemicals are a godsend.

You met Ernesto already.

That's his wife Marisol and Hector.

You'll be working closely.

Hi, how are you? Good afternoon.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

TOMAS: I'll deal with the new distributors we ship to,

while you'll oversee the workers.

BETO: Okay.

Been in the country long?

I came when I was 25.

Legally?

Ah. Sorry.

None of my business.

How about you?

Ah. I was born in Los Angeles.

- Ah, my wife, too. - Oh, yeah?

My, uh... my parents came here in the '40s.

They were braceros.

- That explains it. - What?

Why your English is so perfect.

I-I can't say "S-H-I-P" correctly.

- Always comes out as "sheep." - (both laugh)

- Or worse. - (laughing): "Or worse."

It'll be good having you here.

Yeah.

And I think the workers will prefer working with a, um...

real Mexican. (chuckles)

VERONICA (over phone): So, it's awful, isn't it?

- It's fine. - I can't believe you left L.A.

for the armpit of California.

I got fired, and we have a baby on the way.

It's not like I had a ton of options.

You mean you got fired

because you have a baby on the way.

You should've fought that shit.

Honestly, it all worked out.

The baby comes in a couple of months,

and I can finally write my book.

Do you know what you're gonna write about yet?

No.

But I will figure it out.

Something that matters.

So, how's Mom?

She's, you know... Mom.

- You guys still aren't talking? - Nope.

She did the same thing after you got pregnant.

Silent treatment for a few weeks, but she'll come around.

DIANA: I just can't fight with her

one more time about Beto or the move

or how she's thrilled she paid

all that money for my journalism degree

only for me to become a poor farmer's wife.

In her crazy way, she's just trying to help.

She thinks you deserve better.

- Veronica. - You know what I mean.

"Better" in Mom's mind is light-skinned kids

and a husband that wears a suit to work.

Meanwhile, if she really wanted to help us,

she could've taught us Spanish.

"Girls, you don't want to have an accent

- like Grandma, do you?" - (laughs)

DIANA: I mean, it's bad enough I...

- (loud thud) - (gasps)

(creaking outside)

VERONICA: You what?

(clattering outside)

DIANA: Let me call you back.

VERONICA: Sure. I'll be here.

(line clicks, dial tone hums)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(gears cranking)

(music box playing lullaby in minor key)

(lullaby continues)

(door creaking)

- (door bangs shut) - (lullaby ends)

♪ ♪

(knob rattling)

(grunting)

(panting)

Hey.

Hello?

- Hey! - (banging on door)

(grunting)

Hello? Hello!

Hey!

(grunting)

(panting heavily)

♪ ♪

(gasps)

DIANA: Who the hell would do something like that?

We don't know how long it's been there.

So a severed eye hanging from our tree

is less scary if it's been there for a while?

Maybe it was kids playing a prank

or something the last owners put up.

Do you know anything about the previous owners?

Nope.

We can ask around at the barbecue this weekend.

Ugh. Do we really have to go to that?

Yes, we do.

It'll give us a chance to get to know the other families here.

Oh, good.

Small talk in Spanish.

My favorite.

(upbeat music playing in Spanish)

(lively chatter in Spanish)

TOMAS: Ladies.

I got your favorite agua fresca over there.

Enjoy. Freshly made.

♪ ♪

(laughter, chatter in Spanish)

ERNESTO: It not only destroyed the place,

but it got into the barrels!

Have you ever seen a drunk coyote?

(laughter)

How is Marisol?

Good.

Doctor say need to stay in bed at the clinic

until baby comes.

BETO: Oh. Bet you can't wait.

I like your necklace.

Thank you. It was a gift.

- Uh, a gift? - From Anita, for protection.

That's a nice dress.

My dress?

Thank you. It's-it's new. (chuckles)

I got it before we made the trip.

I thought I'd need something light and breezy.

And look, it even has pockets.

Looks expensive.

Rosa.

Sorry. I don't understand.

It's just that my parents were punished

for speaking Spanish in school, so they never taught us.

Aw, poor little white girl.

- Rosa, enough. - It was a joke.

GABRIELA: I think your dress is pretty.

Thank you.

Your first?

Yes.

Do you have any kids?

Not yet,

but one day, hopefully.

Beto and I want at least two.

- The more, the better. - Mm-hmm.

To your family's health.

What about you, Rosa?

Uh, do you want any more kids?

I did, pero...

not to be.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But thank God...

we have our Jaimito.

We are one of the lucky ones. (chuckles)

Go over there.

♪ ♪

Where are all your cousins? Friends?

Don't you have any?

Did you hear...

Where is Juana?

I'm not one to gossip, but...

You don't gossip? (laughs)

Hey.

When do I ever gossip?

Well, supposedly...

Agua fresca.

- Homemade. Try it. - (chuckles)

Okay.

- Yeah? - That's delicious.

(chuckles) Thanks.

I have a welcome basket for you guys.

I'll send you home with some.

- Thank you. - Don't worry about it.

(chuckling)

Listen, I know it's hard...

not knowing the language and stuff, but...

- Uh... - It's okay.

You'll pick it up in no time.

- (chuckles) Trust me. - Thank you.

Sure.

(brakes squeaking softly)

- (engine shuts off) - (door opens)

(door closes)

I thought it was a nice day.

That's because they're your friends.

Our friends.

You could've tried a little more.

Beto.

(sighs)

They made fun of me and called me gringa.

What?

- When? - I just...

(sighs)

I have never felt like such an outsider.

Oh, yeah. You get used to it.

(sighs, sputters lips)

(knocking)

Anita. Uh...

Buenos días, Diana.

What are you doing here?

- How are you feeling? - (chuckles softly)

I got you this.

It's, uh, lovely, but I couldn't.

Diana.

It's very important for new mothers to be protected.

I give them to all the pregnant women.

Did you know the woman who lived here before us?

Teresa?

Why are you asking that?

She left a bunch of their stuff here.

Pictures, diaries, kids' toys.

I could mail them to her if you give me her address.

Leave it.

♪ ♪

Okay, I think you should go.

I have work to do.

I want you to take this necklace.

You need protection.

Please go.

(lock clicks)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(scoffs softly)

"Protection."

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(chair creaking)

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(phone rings)

DIANA: I feel like I'm, um, seeing things.

It's kind of a blur.

I still have some cramping.

DR. BELL: Any rashes?

DIANA: No.

(sighs) Okay, well,

the good news is the baby is fine.

The cramping was likely triggered

by the stress of the fall.

I would like to keep you here overnight just as a precaution.

And I'm glad we got to meet, though I would've preferred

doing it at our scheduled checkup next week.

Thank you.

(chuckles)

(curtain opens)

- Hi, Diana. - Uh, this is Nurse Carol,

our night nurse, and, uh, you'll meet Nurse Molly

tomorrow for the morning shift.

And that's the whole team.

- There's just three of you? - (Dr. Bell and Carol chuckling)

I, uh, I know it's not what you're used to in the big city,

but we're gonna take great care of you.

Uh, now, if you notice your symptoms get worse,

it's urgent you let Nurse Carol know immediately.

Uh, she'll check on you every few hours, but, uh,

I expect you'll be going home in the morning.

Get some rest.

I'll see you next week.

And if you need anything, just let me know.

Okay.

Do you have any rollaway beds?

Oh, unfortunately, no.

We don't allow guests to stay overnight.

- Oh, really? - It's clinic policy.

I'm sorry, but visiting hours resume bright and early.

I'm staying.

(laughing): You gonna sleep in that chair all night?

Mm-hmm.

Honey, it's fine.

I'm just gonna go to sleep anyway.

Get some rest. You have work.

Go.

Get out of here.

Okay.

I'll be back first thing in the morning.

Rest, baby.

- Love you. - Love you.

(gears cranking)

(music box playing lullaby)

♪ ♪

DIANA: Anyway, I just wanted to let you know

the baby's fine, I'm fine.

Everything is fine.

VERONICA (over phone): Well, it all sounds... fine.

(both laugh)

I'll check in tomorrow.

- Love you. - Love you, too. Bye.

(hangs up phone)

(woman groans and sobs nearby)

(woman groaning and sobbing loudly)

(woman coughing)

Nurse Carol?

(groaning and sobbing continue)

(groaning and sobbing continue)

(sobbing): I know.

DIANA: Uh, are you okay?

(sobbing): No.

M-Marisol, do you want me to get a doctor?

Por favor...

(speaks Spanish)

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

La maldición.

What?

¡La maldición!

(curtain opens)

Diana, what...

Nurse Carol, there is something very wrong with her.

I-I'll take care of Mrs. Hernandez.

You should be in bed. You need to rest.

Go to bed. I'll take care of her.

¡La maldición!

- (Marisol sobbing) - Mrs. Hernandez.

Mrs. Hernandez, I-I need you to calm down.

It's okay.

(sobbing continues)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- (knocking) - (door opens)

Ready, honey?

(phone rings)

Hi. Uh, how are you feeling?

Hi, Marisol.

Hi.

Diana, my wife.

Nice to meet you.

I don't know if you remember,

but I came by your room last night.

You looked like you were in a lot of pain.

Um...

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

She said, "Are you okay?"

Did something happen last night?

No, I feel fine.

I don't remember much from last night.

The medication was strong.

Um...

Your first baby?

Yes.

My second.

Uh, want one more.

Mrs. Hernandez, it's time.

Thank you, Molly.

Well, then...

Take good care of yourself.

You, too.

Goodbye.

Nice to...

meet you. (chuckles)

Nice to meet you, too.

♪ ♪

Last night, she was yelling, "La maldición."

What is that?

Uh...

"The curse."

I need a shower.

And pizza.

- (sighs) - Notice anything?

Uh, the house looks very clean?

BETO: Ta-da.

Well, look at you.

At your service.

And there was this.

Oh, this is from the shed.

I think it belongs to the woman who used to live here before us.

Yeah, I flipped through it.

She seems really interested in this town.

Lot of research.

Maybe she could have been a writer, too.

(chuckles)

And...

(sighs)

"Al mal tiempo, buena cara."

"In bad times, put on a brave face."

Poetic, no?

I have one more thing to show you. Come on.

- DIANA (laughing): What? - Come on. Come on.

- BETO: Be careful. - (both laughing)

- Little further. - (sighs): Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Okay. - (Diana chuckles)

I didn't get any sleep, but I think it was worth it.

Okay, here we go.

Open your eyes.

Beto.

I wanted you to have something nice to come home to.

(Diana chuckles softly)

It's more than nice.

(both laugh)

Oh, and...

check this out.

Bit of cleaning, and it works like new.

(music box playing lullaby)

DIANA: Is it weird taking a music box

meant for someone else's child?

BETO: You got it on the kitchen.

I thought you'd like it.

DIANA: Oh, it's really sweet, but I was hoping

we'd get something new for the baby.

- (lullaby stops) - Okay.

Whatever you want.

We should just donate this with the rest of the stuff.

(door creaks open)

(door closes)

Still reading that thing, huh?

I thought today was a cleanup day.

I know, I know, but Teresa collected

all these interesting articles.

A lot of them talk about sick workers,

something called valley fever.

Maybe she was allergic to something on the farm.

Aren't we all.

(laughs)

This could make for a really great exposé.

On Teresa?

On farmworkers.

(sighs)

Well...

don't stay out here too much.

It's hot.

(pained groan)

It's okay?

(pained groan)

(Diana panting)

You all right, babe?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

"Encontré una erupción..."

(sighs)

"Erupción."

"Erupción."

♪ ♪

(gears cranking)

(music box playing lullaby)

Beto?

(lullaby continues)

- (music box snaps shut) - (lullaby stops)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sets box down)

(distorted, indistinct shouting)

(screaming)

(panting)

(flies buzzing)

♪ ♪

(engine starts)

DIANA: I need your help.

ANITA: Come.

For you.

That's sweet.

But that's not the kind of help I need.

Do you know what pesticides are?

They're new.

Farmers are using them on their crops, but there's not

enough research to see if they're safe for people.

The workers in the fields are being exposed to this every day.

Where did you get all this?

Teresa. It makes sense why she left all her stuff here.

She uncovered this and then disappeared.

(sighs)

Everyone here trusts you.

They listen to you.

I need your help to warn the people in the town of this.

(gasps)

How long have you had this?

- What? - Es una maldición.

No, stop.

It's not a curse. This is real.

The curse is real, Diana.

Enough with the shaman bullshit.

I'm showing you proof of what's happening here.

If the pesticides were the reason,

why do you have this rash?

I don't see you working in the fields.

When did you get exposed to these chemicals?

Safe, at home,

digging through Teresa's belongings?

Hmm?

(door opens)

BETO: Will you please sit down? I prepared this lunch for us.

DIANA: No. Beto, you're not listening to me.

BETO: I hear you.

I just don't know what you want me to do.

You have to tell Mr. Quill and Tomas.

I mean, these pesticides... they need to stop using them.

Diana...

we just got here.

You want me to take a bunch of old flyers to my boss

and demand they change their operations?

I know this doesn't make sense to you,

but you have to trust me.

These pesticides are making everyone sick.

I'm not sick.

I don't see anyone sick in the fields.

Why are you doing this?

What do you mean?

I'm trying to help.

(Beto sighs)

This isn't for your book?

I'm trying to keep us safe.

You're the one that dragged us here,

and now you're putting our family at risk

because you don't want to do anything.

Okay, so now I dragged you here!

Maybe you should've listened to your mother

and never got involved with me,

- this fucking farmer! - Don't be ridiculous.

This is the first time I ever seen you with one of these.

I've been on you for years about learning Spanish,

and now, all of a sudden,

you're interested in learning the language?

Because you can use it as a weapon against me?!

Stop attacking me for not knowing Spanish!

I finally start to learn,

and the reason isn't good enough for you?

Do I attack you for not knowing indigenous languages?

Do you know Nahuatl?

Did you learn the language of your grandparents?

Do I make fun of you because you didn't?

(scoffs) This isn't about you.

And for someone who is so passionate

about their people and their culture,

I'd expect you to want to stand up and protect them.

If you don't, I will.

(chuckles)

Okay, here we go.

The white savior comes in to protect us...

poor, dumb farmers.

(Diana sighs)

I'm sorry. Wait.

We are both stressed.

This is a big change for both of us.

I'm the first person in my family to become a manager.

I have to do a good job here.

And the workers?

You have to protect them.

I will.

(snaps)

What was that?

This is from our farm.

My father used to say it takes a real farmer to grow celery.

Celery's got one of the longest maturing periods of any crop.

It's delicate and fragile, and it scares away farmers

just looking for a quick turnaround.

But...

(crunching)

...to get that crunch...

...needs patience and trust.

Did you just use symbolism on me?

I just want to talk to you on your own terms.

(laughs)

Uh... (pained gasp)

You okay?

(Diana groans softly)

I don't know. I-I...

- (groans, pants) - Oh, my God.

Sit down. Sit down, baby.

Let's schedule for you to come in for some tests.

But what is it?

Uh, it could be nothing.

Uh, an allergic reaction.

DIANA: And if it's not?

I heard some of the workers in town have rashes, too.

(chuckles) I can't get into specific patient history.

I read articles.

O-On pesticides.

Do you think that could be it?

- The locals think it's a curse. - No.

(sighs) You know, when I first came to Golden Valley, I, uh...

I came across a condition.

The patients began reporting similar unusual symptoms:

random episodes of dizziness, feeling weak and unfocused,

persistent cough, hallucinations,

and they started to get rashes on their bodies.

Do you think I have that?

Am I safe? Is my baby safe?

♪ ♪

I'm not exactly spiritual,

but some things just can't be explained by science.

I wish I had a better answer for you,

but a lot of people in this town find comfort in prayer.

I suggest you do the same.

You can't be serious.

We caught your rash early. I'll schedule a time

for you to come into the clinic,

and we'll get those tests going for you.

♪ ♪

Has anyone got sick from the pesticides?

No, not us. Just the women.

What?

What does the doctor say?

We go to Miss Anita.

She keeps us safe.

TOMAS: Who keeps you safe?

BETO: We're talking about Anita.

Oh, the witch lady.

Don't tell me you believe in that shit, too.

♪ ♪

It's only happening to women.

(mutters quietly in Spanish)

- (dials) - (line rings)

OPERATOR: Information. How may I help you?

Hi. Could I get the number to Golden County Clerk's Office?

OPERATOR: Please hold.

Just lock up when you leave.

(door creaking)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(gears cranking)

(music box playing lullaby)

(lullaby continues)

(lullaby slows and stops)

♪ ♪

(gasps)

DIANA (crying): Teresa's dead.

I know this sounds crazy, but I think

she's trying to show me.

These pesticides are poison to pregnant women.

(birds cawing in distance)

I went to the county clerk's office.

Hispanic women are not having babies here.

Think, Beto.

I mean, where are all the Mexican babies?

We've met Jaime, and that's it.

(crying): And that's it.

I talked to Ernesto about it.

He says it is a curse.

It happened in another town nearby called Arbington.

I called their maternity clinic.

What did you expect they'd tell you?

Arbington's numbers were improving the last few years.

What if they figured out what the problem was?

What if we find out everyone's right?

That it is a curse?

There is a way for us to know.

(Beto praying in Spanish)

I can't believe I'm doing this.

(Beto continues praying in Spanish)

Amen.

- It's done. - Okay.

- BETO: You have to sleep on this. - Mm-hmm.

BETO: And we'll know more in the morning.

Try not to think about it.

(sighs)

(Beto blows out candle)

(Beto sighs)

(gasps)

(whispers): Beto.

(louder): Beto.

(groaning softly)

You officially lost your mind.

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(panting)

(takes deep breath)

(clattering in distance)

(crackling in distance)

Beto, fire!

(panting)

♪ ♪

- (dripping) - (gasps)

(yells, whimpers)

What are you...

You?

You did this!

You brought Teresa back.

Diana, put the knife down.

I am doing this for your protection.

- You need a guardian. - Stay away from me!

BETO: Diana!

What are you doing?

Put the knife down.

I'm just trying to help.

Don't.

Diana. Diana!

Baby, baby, look at me.

Put the knife down.

You're bleeding.

(gears cranking)

(music box playing lullaby)

(baby fussing)

(baby coughs, stops fussing)

(lullaby slows and distorts)

(gasping)

(woman humming lullaby in distance)

(humming continues)

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(gasps softly)

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Teresa?

- (fabric whipping in wind) - (Diana gasps softly)

(rumbling)

What do you want from me?

(gasps)

(whimpers, screams)

(Teresa screams)

(Diana groans)

(panting)

(bellowing scream)

(panting)

(trembling breaths)

(Marisol groans)

(Marisol yelling in pain)

CAROL: You have to sign this, Mrs. Hernandez.

MARISOL: I don't understand!

(yelling in pain)

CAROL: For the baby.

For the baby, you must sign.

MARISOL: Please call Rafael! Call my husband!

We've been trying, but there's no answer, Marisol.

- Listen to me. - (groans, whimpers in pain)

Listen to me.

I'm trying to help.

- No sign, no doctor. - (sobbing)

The baby is in trouble.

He could die. Muerte.

(sobbing continues)

No sign, you both could die.

Both... both muerte.

(panting)

Firma... aquí.

Thank you. That's good. That's good.

(Marisol groaning and sobbing)

(line rings, clicks)

BETO (over phone): Bueno.

- DIANA: Beto. - BETO: Diana?

What are you doing awake?

DIANA: I'm scared.

BETO: What's going on?

DIANA: I think the symptoms are getting worse.

The rash is bad.

I'm hallucinating.

Did you tell the nurse?

No.

I saw something tonight.

Marisol was screaming in pain,

and Nurse Carol forced her to sign something.

What was it?

(shudders)

I don't know. I don't know.

But I need you to go to Arbington tomorrow after work.

You need to talk to the doctor in person

and ask him what he knows about the pesticides.

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We need to protect our baby.

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(thunder rumbling softly)

DR. NELSON: This is the first time that I've heard

of a population disparity in this town.

Have you ever seen pregnant women with these symptoms?

Not in my tenure.

But this was before my time.

Could you look it up?

Unfortunately, my predecessor didn't leave

their patient records.

Let me get you his contact information.

(thunder rumbling softly)

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Can I use your phone?

(ringing)

(sighs softly)

Hello?

Beto, what's wrong?

What?

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(sighs)

(crying)

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(door creaking)

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(sobbing groans)

(sobbing groans continue)

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(projector clicking)

Your first?

Yes.

Do you have any kids?

Not yet.

But one day.

I hope.

Beto and I want at least two.

The more, the better.

(projector clicks)

To your family's health.

DIANA: And you, Rosa?

Do you plan to have more?

I did, pero not to be.

I'm sorry.

Gracias a Dios we have our Jaimito.

We are one of the lucky ones.

(projector clicks)

I don't remember much from last night.

The medication was strong.

Your first baby?

Yes.

MARISOL: My second.

I want one more.

(projector clicks)

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I'm sorry.

- (gas hissing) - (muffled grunting)

DIANA (groggily): My baby.

My baby.

(leather creaking softly)

Why am I in the operating room?

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You stuck your nose where it doesn't belong.

You should've believed that stupid curse,

like the other spics.

- When there's an epidemic... - No.

- ...it's my obligation to cure it. - Stop.

You fucking monster!

(grunting)

You can't do this.

(panting)

Unfortunately, you went into labor,

and you died during complications of childbirth.

- (screaming) - But there's good news.

I can save your baby.

I just need you to tell me

if you've told anyone else about this.

(screaming)

Carol! Where is he?

He's on his way.

He made this mess bringing them here.

Get the gas.

DIANA: No. No.

- Help! Help! - (gas hissing)

Just stop! Stop.

Just stop.

(Dr. Bell shushes)

Please, you don't have to do this.

- (shushes) - You don't have to do this.

Please don't hurt my baby.

Beto.

(grunting)

Beto!

- (yells) - No!

(grunting)

(choking)

(Beto grunts, pants)

(groaning)

(Beto speaking Spanish)

(Diana whimpers)

- Come on, let's go. It's okay. - (Diana groans)

- Okay. - It's okay.

(Beto grunting)

(gunshot)

(ears ringing)

(muffled): No!

Why couldn't you just drink your medicine

and mind your business?

- Hmm? - Medicine?

The agua fresca.

It wasn't the pesticides.

You've been poisoning us.

Wetbacks don't come to the clinic on their own.

Need a little nudge.

A rash,

some headaches.

Dr. Bell... he had it right.

You can't afford all these kids.

- (gun cocks) - Help me.

(humming lullaby)

- (bellowing scream) - Oh, shit!

(grunting)

(sobbing groans)

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(Beto breathes slowly, groans)

Beto. It's okay. (sniffles) It's okay.

Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me.

Stay with me, stay with me.

(crying): It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

(shallow panting)

(baby cooing)

(knocking)

Here is someone to see you.

DIANA: You're here!

You look beautiful.

(chuckling)

What are these?

They're from Mom.

Oh.

She wanted to give them to you herself,

but she couldn't wait.

She gets here tomorrow.

- You know her. - (both chuckle)

Hey, handsome.

Little Jose.

- So cute. - (laughs)

I love his bracelet.

Oh, leave it on.

(chuckles) So, this is it, huh?

(struggling): Al Mal Tiempo...

Al Mal Tiempo, Buena Cara.

VERONICA: Uh... (chuckles)

"In bad times, put on a brave face."

It's a reminder to fight for what's right,

no matter how scary it is.

- (Jose cooing) - (talking quietly)

- Hi. - Hey. Oh.

(woman crying in distance)

(woman shouting in Spanish)

(sobbing)

(shouting in Spanish)

Please take care of my baby!

(pained groan)

NURSE: Don't worry. Don't worry.

We are going to take good care of you, okay?

I just need you to sign this.

Sí.

Aquí. Firma. Sí.

Yes, good.

Thank you. That's good.

That's good.

(woman sobs, groans)

Breathe.

Breathe.

(static hissing)

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RACHEL MADDOW: The allegation here is that this is

a federal facility and they have been sending

immigrant women in their care, in their custody,

to a doctor who has removed their reproductive organs

for no medical reason and without them consenting to it.

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(music fades)