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As a kid I watched my Dad

show the Salvadoran coffee farmers how to survive

by streamlining their harvest to become profitable.

We were some of the last Americans to leave El Salvador

when the Civil War broke out.

Our friends Hector and Milagra

watched their farm become a battleground.

Hector disappeared that day.

El Salvador is in the midst of the gravest crisis

in their history.

Thousands of Salvadorian civilians have been killed

and millions more could be affected by armed guerrillas

supported by Cuba and the Soviet Union.

Holly, maybe we shouldn't let Rob watch this.

Are Hector and Milagra okay, Dad?

No idea. Haven't heard from them in two weeks.

Who are they? They supply our Salvadoran coffee.

Hector's wife Milagra and son Ricardo

were left to keep the farm running.

The United States was to help to stop

the advancement of communism in Central America.

Milagra took in a few war-orphaned children,

offering them a job and a home.

♪ Just can't get over ♪

♪ So tonight I'll be drinking myself sober ♪

I can't do it.

You got this.

♪ And the bartender says, "Forget about her" ♪

♪ As he pours me... ♪

Hey, Mom.

Ironically, that's when I lost my Mom, too.

Holly, take Rob and wait for me in the back.

Come on, let's go.

I need a lot of money.

Kids need their Mom.

You got this.

See ya.

♪ So long adolescence

♪ Of the frightened soul ♪

♪ You're entering the ritual... ♪

Will she be back? No, not this time.

This bean's from Papua New Guinea.

These indigenous farmers are something else.

This is the only farm in the world

where they grind the bean out of the coffee cherry and river rock by hand.

The owner's name's Otello.

We're working getting him Internet.

Give it a taste.

What do you think? I don't know.

Fruity. Sort of.

Ethiopian. Birthplace of coffee.

Seven years ago, militants took over the farm

and our friends didn't get back until last year.

We helped them set up a fair trade co-op and now they're thriving.

To Ethiopia.

And Salvadoran.

These guys are like family.

Mm-hmm.

Here.

This is me.

Before my Dad passed, every year he used to take me down to harvest.

To El Salvador? Yeah.

Wasn't that dangerous? Well, I'm sure he was there with her

the entire time. Holly.

Ally's on Skype for you. That's my daughter calling.

From El Salvador. Hey, Rob, can you help Carlos unload the truck?

And can you make sure count before we sign this time?

I always count. Mason, I promised Mikey our tasty Nicaragua.

Dark? Black.

Jesus, Rob.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, sweetie. Happy Tuesday. Thanks.

Is everything good? Just tell her.

Uncle Rob! What's up? Is your report almost finished?

I'm waiting for Ricardo to send me the soil analysis.

Milagra's guy finally sent me the numbers. They're in the positive.

Hey, O.I.T. called and they want your report before orientation.

I just... I need more data. I haven't really started.

Ally, you need to take this seriously.

This course is your in to a full ride.

I know, Mom.

She doesn't want to go. Jesus, would you just... Really?

Wow. Who's this Laura girl?

Laura, come here. Come here.

Meet my Mom. ¡Hola! Hello!

And where'd you come from? El Salvador.

Uh, she's a neighbor.

Both her parents headed up there for work and Milagra took her in.

Ally, tell Milagra I'll be there on Monday, okay?

Have Ricardo come pick me up from the airport.

I'd like you to come with me to the fair trade convention.

Do I have to? Yeah, I want to see you. I miss you.

Laura?

Laura, wake up.

¿Que pasa?

It's Milagra. She's in trouble.

They said something about money. Who are they?

I don't know.

They're coming for us.

Shh.

Rob, will you answer that?

Mm-hmm. Mmm.

Drew's Brews.

Hey, what's up?

Holly?

Yo, dude?

I'll be there at 10 am.

Okay. Bye.

What's going on?

Ally's been kidnapped. Let's go!

I don't care if you lay someone on the tarmac,

you do not take off without me, got it?

20 minutes. Hurry, Rob.

Really? Well, yeah.

Yeah. Under the circumstances, this seems terribly appropriate.

I don't know why you're not letting me go with you. I should be going with you.

You gotta keep the shop open and be my relay.

We can't close the shop for a few days? It's ridiculous.

I need you here. Rob, I've got this.

I don't feel good about this. I'm telling you that right now.

What do we know? Gangs? Do we owe money? What?

I don't know. Well, do we know who these men are?

Do you know these men?

They wore masks.

Rob called the embassy. They're expecting us now.

How many hours has it been? 10 or so.

What time exactly did it happen?

We called you right after.

12 hours, 35 minutes.

Passport?

This way, please.

Miss Drew? Yeah.

Frank Richards. This way.

What do we know? Is this Los Discípulos Gang?

More than likely. Please, have a seat.

They run extortion rings with a lot of the farms

down in San Bartolomé Perulapía.

They wore masks. What about anything

that would tell you who they were?

Did they make any gang gestures?

No. Did you recognize their voices?

What about any distinguishing tattoos?

No. Are you sure?

What's concerning to me is that they will usually stick to their word.

If you pay, this sort of thing doesn't happen.

And the fact that they took your daughter, an American,

tells me these guys aren't playing by the rules.

What will they do with them?

El Salvador is a supply zone for human trafficking.

They will probably try to sell them to Mexican traffickers,

and they will end up there or in the U.S.

Now, don't worry.

I already put a call in to the government's

inter-agency trafficking task force.

These guys are top notch, and they're expecting you now.

Time is critical.

The longer they're gone, the less our chances.

Vamanos!

Los Discípulos Gang started from Salvadorian war refugees

in Los Angeles in the '80s.

The U.S. deported the violent ones

and now they're our problem, and yours.

They're the ones trafficking girls into your country.

Do you think these guys took my daughter? It's hard to tell.

Have they tried contacting you? No.

They probably will. What if they don't?

I think you're getting ahead of yourself. Really?

Will they prostitute her? Pardon me.

I'm sorry, are we keeping you up?

I mean, it's siesta time. Maybe we should just take a couple hours off.

I mean, seriously, what do you even do all day?

We mostly run awareness campaigns. We can't invest...

Someone saw something.

Someone knows where they went!

I understand how you feel. No, you don't.

I'm going to get my daughter back.

Miss Drew, wait!

I know somebody who might help.

He's, what you would say...

unconventional.

Let me talk, okay?

We'll need cash.

No, no, no. It's not enough.

Are you Fern?

I was sent here by the police.

They told me you get things done.

Who are you? Holly Drew.

My daughter and her friend were kidnapped

and I was told you could help get them back.

Do you have money? Not much.

Ah, then you... you give me sex, huh?

Okay.

If your white daughter

was taken by Los Discípulos,

she will be half way to Guatemala,

half-drugged and raped along the way.

Or if she's lucky, she's dead.

Where in Guatemala? Did anyone see who took her?

No. Then she could be anywhere in Guatemala.

Where do we start? No, no, no, no.

You start on the only road that goes there.

My daughter and her friend, who lives with that woman,

were taken from her farm in San Bartolomé.

Buenas noches, Holly girl.

Please.

You know what's worse than sitting on your ass when you could help?

Stop!

We'll find them.

We'll find them.

No one saw...

anything?

Um, I might have seen something.

Come on.

Ah, you.

I trusted you with my daughter and you lied to me.

They'd kill me if I talked.

You valued your life over Ally's and Laura's,

you selfish coward. These are bad people, Holly.

72 people were found beheaded under an overpass in Mexico.

Los Discípulos did it.

Hello? Rob? Yeah.

We don't know exactly where. Somewhere in Guatemala.

Rob, I need you to call the Guatemalan Embassy.

Tell them what's happened and give them my cell number.

Hello? Rob?

Have you got service? Mother has my phone.

I don't know if he heard me say to call the embassy.

How far to the Guatemalan border?

A couple of hours.

What are you doing? You dropped your phone.

What's this?

Checkpoint.

Where are we?

We entered Guatemala an hour ago.

Well, the girls must have passed through here.

The cops might have them.

I don't know.

I'll go see what they know.

Hello?

Rob! They murdered him and they're chasing me!

What? Rob! The police!

Ricardo, they shot him!

Robbie, you have to help me! Rob, they killed him!

Oh, my God! Call the Guatemalan Embassy.

I did! I called them. They said they needed Ally and Laura's picture.

Holly? Hello? Rob?

Hol...

Miss Drew.

How you doing?

Up, up, up, up, up.

For a woman, you're a very good driver.

What is this?

I changed my mind. I want to help.

How did you find me?

I never lost you.

Fortunately, the police did.

For now.

They killed my friend. Yes.

He told them you were looking for the girls.

What's wrong with that? Those are the wrong police.

Come.

Come.

Wait, so you're saying the girls passed through here and the cops knew about it?

That's the only reason to kill him,

to erase the trail.

The good news is, now we know where they are going.

The bad news is, we have to pass through the next roadblock.

What's all this?

These, my dear, are party favors.

They make me many good friends.

Now, please, get in.

They're not loaded.

No way.

Miss Drew, it's the only way to get past the police.

How do I know you won't kill me?

I might.

Ay, Dios. Seriously, please.

If you stay here, you will die.

A lone white woman in the jungle of Guatemala

hunted by corrupt police?

And you already know what they are capable of when they find you.

Okay, you stay here.

Wait!

Okay. Please. Come, come, come.

It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine.

Put your head here, please.

Feet down.

Oh!

What the hell?

Hey, there's a grenade in here!

Quiet please, Holly. Quiet.

Turn off, please, flashlight.

We're safe. Come. Come out.

So, Raul?

Your friend?

Brother? Roommate?

Raul and I, we are survivors.

I have known him since he was a little boy.

We were both starved, angry orphans.

You were an orphan?

I was a child of the Civil War.

But a family take me in for a while.

Those were innocent times.

But not my heart.

I joined the military when I was 14,

and eventually was in charge

of distributing the military aid

that my government received from foreign countries.

Including yours, Holly Drew. Los Estados Unidos.

You're not still in the military? No.

I did what I had to do and I got out.

Your parents...

they were murdered?

Did you find those responsible?

Indeed, I did.

And what is it you do now?

I do things for my government, that for whatever reason,

no one else can do.

And maybe sell weapons that you stockpiled

during the Civil War?

Who are you, Holly Drew? Who are you?

What is that?

A text from my brother.

I sent him a photo of the girls to send to the embassy.

My dear, we do not know who the embassy talks to.

We have to be careful.

This is my daughter Ally.

She is very pretty.

And what was she doing all alone in El Salvador?

Same thing I was doing in El Salvador at her age,

except she's doing it to get into college.

Ah, so she's pretty and smart.

And stubborn.

She doesn't want to go to college. At least not that college.

She's been fighting me every step of the way.

Yes, but at some point she has to be her own person, no?

And this other one, who is she?

Laura. She was also taken.

From the farm of Milagra.

Did I tell you her name? I suppose so, I...

Text me this photo so I can send it ahead.

How did you know her name?

What is it?

What is it?

Tell me. We are getting closer

to knowing where the girls are. Where?

They're in Guatemala City in a brothel.

They're going to call me soon with a name. A brothel.

These men, Holly, they will make as much money off of them as they can.

And then they will sell them. How far is it?

Four hours in a brothel.

Ally, she is... she is just a girl.

We have to do something the police... We have to...

We have to call. We have to call them right now.

No. The men will catch word and move them again

we will lose the trail.

No. No. No, no, no!

No, you don't understand! She's just a girl!

She's just a girl! Miss Drew, please.

This is out of your control, hmm?

Cállate.

She only has to hang on for four more hours.

That's all. Okay?

Laura, where are we?

I don't know.

It's Guatemala City, I think.

Ally, listen to me.

The second this bus stops and we get any chance, we run.

We run together, okay?

Shh.

No!

No, no! No! No!

No!

No!

Will she be back? Not this time.

Food. Comida, come. Coffee?

Okay. It was not easy.

I just find out where the brothel is located.

Where? Thirty minutes from here.

Well, let's go! Yes, let's go.

Where's Raul? Raul? Uh...

He's going to catch another ride home.

He's still mad about the pantalone.

He's very peculiar.

Okay.

How much longer? Five minutes.

Okay.

Ready? Here we go.

Holly, please. Allow me, por favor.

I'll take Guadalupe.

What do you know?

Holly, please lock the door.

Fern, I'd like to try talking to her, if that's okay.

Of course, yeah. Please?

What the hell?

You know what I was saying.

Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?

Go check the back. Please. Please.

Huh?

Hmm?

Is everything all right?

No, everything is fine, dear.

Oh!

Fern! Fern, this is Ally's.

Ahh.

This one is very disdainful.

How much farther to Tenosique?

What is it?

The authorities pulled over the orange bus.

Only the driver was aboard.

He resisted and he was killed.

We still know where they're going, right?

Right?

El Hotel de California.

Hotel California?

It's where all the deals are made in Tenosique.

If we do not catch up to her there,

she will vanish.

Forever.

Es El Hotel California.

It looks empty.

That is El Tren de la Muerte.

The Train of Death?

Si, de la Muerte, eh?

They will hide her on it.

Well, where does it go?

To the north. All the way to the U.S.

What's with the name?

The migrants, they stow away on it.

The bandits and the gangsters

rape or kill them along the way.

Some of them, eh,

they just fall off. So, what's our plan?

Is that them?

They're coming out.

Fern, Fern. Ahh.

Who are the soldiers? Mexican State Police.

Why aren't they doing anything? Come.

How am I supposed to know?

That train is surrounded by corrupt police,

traffickers, gangsters, and bandits,

and those that I don't generally like all that much.

Oops. It was loaded.

Ha!

I am not going to go anywhere near that train.

This is where the road ends for me.

What do you mean? I bring you all the way here.

It should be enough.

But Ally's down there. I don't understand.

My reasons for helping have expired.

Get on the train.

The train? You keep your head down,

and you should blend in. But do not talk.

Your accent will give you away.

Blend in with the migrants.

And when you find your daughter?

You jump off. Jump off?

The train is slow.

You jump far from it, you should be fine.

And what, then? Find the police.

Police? The other police. The good ones.

Fern, this is suicide. Please, come with me.

How far...

are you willing to go to get her back?

What's this?

Every woman take that before getting on the train.

It's the, uh, how do you call...

the morning after pill.

If you get caught,

your body becomes a bargaining chip.

Fern, please...

It's 500. This is all I have on me.

I hope it's enough to buy her back.

But know this,

if they make a deal with you, they will honor it.

These people live off the ransom money.

If the word gets out they are not living up to their agreements,

no one pays the ransom.

Now go.

Godspeed, Miss Drew.

This whole time you weren't helping Milagra or me.

You were helping the angry orphan.

Milagra said to tell you it's not your fault Laura got killed.

She said you were like a son to her, Fernando Duarte.

Gracias.

Gracias.

Where is Roberto Antigua?

Who?

2,000 cash.

You and the girl... go.

I don't have that much.

I have...

I have 500.

500 and you stay with us...

Daughter...

free.

What about me?

How do I know you'll let her go?

Do we have a deal?

Let her go first.

Don't touch her.

Don't you touch her.

Don't you touch her!

A... Ally! Ally!

How many more? Two, I think.

You think?

Or you know?

Roberto Antigua.

No.

I am not him.

Ally! Oh!

Mom!

Thank you, Fernando.

And you, too...

Holly Drew. Hmm.

Yeah.

You behave. Yes, Sir.

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