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Hotel Sudamerica.

SANTOS LIVES! SANTOS IS PRESENT!

So how have you been? Do you still, uh...

Shh! My wife would kill me.

I switched to birds.

- Birds? - Birds.

Exotic... import-export.

- L got my own plane. - Mmm?

How about you? Still writing?

Si. I'm down here doing a story on the rainforest.

Huh. Poor Santos, he was in the middle of that shit.

They would stop at nothing.

They had the government in their pocket.

All they wanted was land...

Our land, our rainforest.

But Santos, he could not stand for it.

He organized the people.

Oh no. Not again.

For the last time, Santos, get the hell out.

Rafael Santos... Leader of the rubber tappers,

staged a passive resistance in Padre

against the cattle ranch company.

Santos... a symbol today for environmentalists

and ecology groups all over the world...

Has been the target of death threats.

Santos vehemently states,

"We will not allow this deliberate destruction to continue."

Buenas noches.

Papi!

Papi! Papi!

Mami, Mami!

Papi!

Papi, Que Te pasa?

Papi. Ma... Mami!

Mami!

- Mami! Mami! - Rafael!

To kill a man in front of his daughter...

That is the work of a coward.

But it is an old story...

Indians against rubber tappers,

tappers against Indians for a piece of land,

cattle ranchers against both,

and buying everything with big money.

Yeah, I remember that.

Do you know where I can pick up a cheap car?

You can take mine. I don't use it.

- You're gonna give me your car? - Yes.

SAVE OUR AMAZON

SANTOS LIVES!

Santos vive!

La lucha continua!

La lucha continua!

Santos vive!

La lucha continua!

But Rafael Santos never stopped

believing in non-violence.

Although threatened many times...

...he and his followers held fast

LET US FIGHT TO SAVE OUR AMAZON to the principles of passive resistance,

teaching us that to stop the bloodshed

and wanton rape of the land,

we must think not of the differences that separate us,

but the common interests that bind us together...

Our love of the rainforest and all the living things in it,

and our need to improve the impoverished state

of men and women of this country.

Rubber tappers, Indians,

farmers and environmentalists

must all work together to help each other

so that our dear departed friend... ahem...

Rafael Santos, leader of the Rubber Tappers' Union,

good father, husband and friend to the rainforest,

you may rest in peace.

- How are you doing? - Fine.

- Holding up okay? - L guess.

Do you want me to do anything?

It's okay. You have done a lot already.

Well then, you must've been very close.

Did you see a man?

No, just a policeman.

Policeman?

What policeman?

Just a policeman.

Gloria, have you eaten anything yet?

Alyssa's been looking for you.

She's in the kitchen. Go.

- Ahem. Hello. - Hello.

I'm very sorry about your husband.

- You have my condolences, ma'am. - Thank you.

Do you feel that you know who killed your husband?

I feel that anybody who didn't stop it did it.

- Are you okay? - Yes, I am okay.

Do you want something to eat? Are you hungry?

- Yes. - Yes?

Hello.

I don't think we have met.

I don't think we have. I'm R.J. O'Brien.

- Alyssa Rothman. - Pleased to meet you.

So are you here for a visit?

Yeah. What about you?

- I work here. - Yeah?

I'm with the Rainforest Preservation Society.

Oh yeah. What do you... What do they do?

We're a privately-endowed foundation that supports Santos's work.

Oh, so you're the good guys

in this whole rainforest enchilada, huh?

It's just a little bit more than an enchilada to me, Mr. O'Brien.

Oh.

Well, see, as far as I'm concerned,

that's the problem... Everybody takes this thing too seriously.

I mean, in America you got the politicians,

you got the singers and the Hollywood actors

all jumping on the bandwagon doing speeches

about the poor birds and the bees in the Amazon.

You know what I mean? It's just like... It's like the fucking fashion, you know?

Well, I'm not in Hollywood, as you can see here.

It's been a long time since I've known

that this cause is a lot more than just the birds and the bees, okay?

- Mm. - There're people out there with rights,

the right to live the way... The way that they want.

And Santos and I have been working to protect that right.

So yes, it is very serious, Mr. O'Brien, and it's not an enchilada,

which by the way is a Mexican dish, not a Bolivian.

Well, as I predicted, I offered Nacia the check and she refused it.

- As you predicted. - Yeah.

You're much too pure for the rest of us, Alyssa.

- Oh yes. - Lucavida wanted to help

and she had the right to say yes or no.

- I know. You know I didn't mean to... - I know,

- and that's why I keep you around. - Yes.

Oh, we're going to be late for the meeting.

- Do you need a ride? - Um, no. No, I have my car.

- Okay. Don't be late. - I won't. Bye.

Gentlemen, I wish to thank you for your presence here today.

And of course I would like to thank Mr. Lucavida,

who's been kind enough to lend us his lovely house

in order that we may discuss the unfortunate circumstances

surrounding the death of our dear friend.

A house built with the money he stole from the rubber tappers.

We're not to blame for the old rivalries

between you... the tappers... And the Indian tribes.

The big ranchers... You destroy everything.

Please.

Our situation is only going to get worse

unless we learn to coexist within the economic realities of this country.

Gentlemen, this is our test.

If we fail, we all lose.

No, I don't accept as an economic reality

a group of cattle ranchers destroying all our rubber trees

so they can export their meat to the gringos.

We want to know who killed Rafael Santos first.

Se metio, senor.

Buenos dias. Buenos dias.

And who are you?

Well, I'm R.J. O'Brien. I, uh...

I knocked on your door, but there was nobody there to answer. And, uh...

Well, I'm down here doing an article for an American magazine and...

Shall I call the police?

- I'm sure Mr. O'Brien... - Yes.

...didn't realize it was my home into which he was intruding.

Now wait a minute. You're not Mr. Lucavida?

- Please. - It's a pleasure to meet you.

This is not a good time for an interview.

- No. - Perhaps I can call you.

Santos vive!

La lucha continua!

- La lucha continua! - Santos vive!

- Rafael Santos. - Presente.

Lt seems like he was against progress for your country.

I mean, he fought against bank loans

for the building of roads, for the building of dams.

- It's no wonder he pissed people off. - He was not against progress.

He was against the destruction of the rainforest,

against development that only benefits the big companies

and the powerful who exploit us.

He probably pissed off some landowners, right?

Rafael made a lot of enemies in his lifetime.

He's not the first to die over the rainforest.

He won't be the last.

Que pasa, Aringo. Que tienes? Que tienes, Aringo? Que pasa?

Hey hey, Que pasa?

Dios.

No pictures!

Give me the camera!

Un momento.

I'll give you the film.

Lo siento.

Aqui aqui aqui.

Muchas gracias.

The guy's got a bad temper.

The whole goddamned roll of film... can you believe that?

- We have to go now. - Oh no, amigos...

No no no, no no no.

Amigos!

The interview is not over yet!

That's probably how you stuck by Santos!

Excuse me, do you know where Senor Pedrosa is?

If I could ask you a few questions. Who do you think killed Santos?

I mean, given the fact that he was asking for it.

You want to be more careful choosing your words, Mr. O'Brien.

Well, let's face it. The guy was a pain in the ass.

- He was giving everybody trouble. - Mmm, not unlike yourself.

He got the wrong people angry.

What wrong people are you talking about?

Well, that's hard to tell...

Cattle ranchers, authorities,

Indians. Who knows?

And what about the timber industry?

You guys weren't very happy with him either, were you?

The timber industry is older than the rubber business.

Yeah, but you cut down the forest, you destroyed the trees.

Ah, no more than you destroy your hair when you cut it.

Yes, but what are you gonna do when your resources are depleted?

Ah, that will only happen if we become greedy.

- Quieto. Quieto. - No!

- Nobody's gonna hurt you. - Step back!

Put down your weapons.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

I'll kill him.

Okay. Let's go.

Let's go.

No pictures.

Hey, stop it.

Alto! You're gonna kill him!

Alto!

Take them.

What about the fucking phone call?!

Do you wanna tell me what that was all about?

Exc... can you hear... Excuse me, can you fucking hear me?!

Huh?

You speak English?

Habla espanol?

Como estas?

Ah, bien. Bien.

Fuck me.

What?

What the fuck?

What the fuck is this?

Mr. O'Brien.

What do you know about your friend in your cell?

My friend?

Mm-hmm.

Well, he's my long-lost Indian brother. What do you think?

He attempted to escape with you.

No.

No, he took me... He fucking took me hostage.

What was your business, my friend, with Senor Pedrosa?

Hmm?

Look, do you have any charges to bring against me

or are you just jerking my chain to justify a day's pay?

Don't talk to me like that, all right,

Mr. Ponytail? Don't talk to me like that!

The man who was arrested with you yesterday, my friend,

is the murderer of Rafael Santos.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

No, I'm not kidding you.

I'm just as interested in his capture as you are.

Mr...

Mr. O'Brien, that's unlikely.

You're not cooperating too much.

- What the fuck do you want me to say? - You know, you're gonna be my guest.

Guard, take him back to his cell. Now!

You can't fucking do this, man. I am an American reporter working here.

Call Alyssa Rothman with the Rainforest Society.

She's a very good friend of mine.

Djamori?

Somebody call the American ambassador!

I am an innocent American being held against my will.

Someone call the goddamn ambassador!

Hello?!

That's him.

Somebody call the ambassador!

Look, you might as well let him go. He's harmless.

Yeah.

- Hello! - Sanchez.

- Si, Mayor. - Take him out.

Alyssa!

Reo.

Take a seat. Asientos, senores.

Did the suspect know Santos personally?

I cannot comment on that question.

Which tribe is he from and did he have any accomplices?

That will come out of our legal investigation.

Then, what... what kind of questions are we supposed to ask?

Do you think you know why he did it?

His reasons will be brought to light at his trial,

but in the meantime we have his full signed confession.

Bullshit.

And solid evidence, including witnesses,

and everything... Everything to convict him.

What if he was framed?

That's all.

Go.

Yeah.

Do it! Whoo! Yeah!

Yeah.

Si! Oh, Si.

Whoo!

Ay, mi amor!

Thank you.

Djamori gets arrested for questioning

and two days later he's dead? I don't believe this.

It's true.

But you know exactly what's gonna happen if...

If they don't have a trial for this,

They're just gonna conveniently let everything just blow over.

You're probably right, Alyssa, but the police seem convinced.

- Oh, the police? - Mmm.

Since when did you start placing so much faith in the authorities?

Since I have a great deal of work to do.

Now why don't you run along

and go find another righteously indignant soul to rant to?

Well, because I'm not done ranting to this righteously indignant soul.

All right.

Sometimes we have to... We must work together.

We have to compromise in the interest of getting something done.

Rafael Santos did not die in vain.

Ahem.

So are you here to see someone?

Uh, yeah. Actually, I'm here to see you.

I wanna thank you

and, um, as you can see, I'm unarmed and I'm not dangerous.

And I just thought maybe we could talk like good boys and girls.

Okay then.

Let me ask you this.

Why did you follow me to Lucavida's house?

- I followed you? - Yes, you did.

And I didn't like it. Father Benacio called together that meeting

and he did it to bring together the people at odds over Santos's death

and the people concerned about the rainforest.

I'm all in favor of proper relations.

Mr. O'Brien,

you have absolutely nothing to say that holds any interest to me.

Well, I think I do.

I think the guy who's in jail for killing Santos is innocent.

What makes you think that?

Well, it's a gut feeling, but, uh...

I have some ideas.

Sandra, hi. This is R.J. O'Brien. You remember meeting him...

I remember him from Mr. Lucavida's house.

So what brings you here, Mr. O'Brien?

- Well, actually I was... - Well, actually... I'm sorry.

Um, Mr. O'Brien was in jail with Djamori

and he also believes Djamori was framed.

And why do you say that? Did the Indian say something to you?

Well no. He didn't say anything,

but I thought that perhaps with your connections

that we could get an interview through the police,

- maybe talk out of his own safety. - I'm afraid that is not possible.

- Why? - The Indian is dead.

He's dead?

He hanged himself last night in his cell.

Unbelievable.

What did they do, slip him a pre-knotted noose?

I agree with him 100%.

I mean, this whole thing is just way too convenient.

That may very well be, but who's gonna challenge the police?

I'll challenge the police, but I've gotta have more information.

I don't know the first thing about this guy.

Well, what I know is that he's from the Zingari tribe

and their territory's way up in the highlands.

Well, then I guess an excursion is in order.

I hate to burst your bubble, Mr. O'Brien,

but you're gonna be like a flea on a gorilla.

The rainforest is no place for a gringo.

Well, thanks for the advice.

I guess Santos is gonna become a world martyr for this one.

He was a bit of a publicity hound, wasn't he?

No, not really.

I mean, he just realized that there was a connection

between the rubber tappers' struggle to save their way of life

and the world's concern for the ecology.

So the publicity that he generated

was basically just to pull the two together.

Mmm, pure at heart.

- No! - What?

No, they're not supposed to be burning out here.

Alto! Alto!

- Alto! - Watch out, watch out, watch out!

Ayudame!

- What's going on? - Somebody set her house on fire

and her son's still inside.

Wait. Wait!

Shit.

- Como Se llama? - Antonio.

Antonio. Come on, Antonio. Come on, baby.

Come on, come on! Come on! Come on, Antonio. Breathe! Come on!

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Come on, breathe. Come on.

Come on! Come on, breathe! Do you hear me?! Come on.

Come on, please! Oh God.

Come on, come on, come on, please.

Please please please.

It's all right.

It's okay.

There he is right there. See?

Let's wait for the police to leave.

Adelante.

Ataninde, un momento por favor.

My name is Alyssa Rothman. We met at Lucavida's.

I'm with the Rainforest Society, and we would very much like

- to speak to you about Djamori. - I was the one

who was arrested with Djamori. I don't think he killed Santos.

Ahem. Um,

can I ask you a few questions?

Uh, excuse me. I'm trying to help!

No... no escuchas?

I'm trying to help.

Scratch that idea.

- Come on. - What are you doing?

Come on, we're following him.

We're... no, we're not.

- This is no time to give up. - I'm not giving up.

I just don't think it's right that you go follow him... hey!

- Sorry. - Asshole.

Where in the hell is it?

I have no idea. Santos said he was there once,

but the only thing he said was that it was a long trip.

Nos estan siguiendo?

Si. Ahi estan.

Lt looks like we're up the creek in more ways than one.

Son of a bitch!

Shh. Shh-shh!

- What? - Quiet. Be quiet.

I just heard something.

Shh. Shh.

What the hell.

Ow.

God.

You're lucky it didn't go through the bone.

I am really scared.

Look,

those Indians didn't have any guns.

Whoever shot us came from back there.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

The Zingari territorial boundaries.

See?

Come on.

Shh.

Right.

I think we lost them.

All right, you wait here.

- I'm gonna see if I can find the river. - No. No, I don't...

Just wait here one second!

God.

Why are you following me?

Hmm?

This is my territory.

You could've saved me a trip if you'd answered my questions about Djamori.

Djamori was killed by a white man and I can kill you

whenever I fucking want to.

Camina!

Hold on.

Please, his shoulder has been hurt.

Is there anything that you can give him for it?

Si.

You know Djamori.

Do you think he killed Santos?

Yeah, he could have done it, maybe not.

But either way, he's dead.

Yeah, but if we don't find out the truth,

more people are just gonna keep getting killed.

I don't believe the white man's truth anymore.

Toma.

I can't believe I've lost my fucking camera!

You didn't.

It's right here.

You are quite the Girl Scout, aren't you?

Brownie.

Bring the prisoner.

Two blows to the head,

covered up with false hair.

But what killed him was the blow to the back.

He burst his kidneys.

White man's truth.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to take some pictures. I'd like to prove he didn't kill himself.

Did you know Rafael?

I spent five years working outside the reservation

for the government, for the Zingari tribe.

That's when I met Santos.

You were his partner, right?

He knew how to use the law to protect the Indians

and the rubber tappers.

I know how to protect the movement from outside threats.

And?

And he failed.

He died.

He failed before he died,

when he decided to fight the exploiters with empathy...

Passive resistance bullshit.

Well, it seemed to work all right for Gandhi.

You don't happen to know who might've put this hole in me, do you?

There's a lot of fools looking for gold.

You stole the blankets!

It's the middle of the night. Come back to bed.

We are so different.

You're here for a story

and I'm here because I care.

I bet if all the logging and all the burning stopped tomorrow,

you'd find another cause.

And I guess you don't hold anything sacred, huh?

I guess you've just seen so much in this world

that you've developed this profound philosophy

that there's nothing worth caring about. Is that it?

No.

- I don't care about a lot. - Mmm?

I care about you.

You don't know me.

No, but I want to.

Good morning.

Thank you for the ride back.

We probably wouldn't have found our way by ourselves.

- Morning. - Come on.

Hey, you wanna have a little drink before we part company?

I don't think so.

Ataninde, please, do you have any idea who killed them?

Santos had many enemies.

Lt could have been anyone.

Yeah. Well, the arrow indicates that it was an Indian.

Appearances can be deceiving, Mr. Magazine Writer.

You should know that. You write the truth every day.

Where... do you know where we can get this film developed?

Yeah, we have a makeshift lab at the office

that we use for our newsletter.

Oh, God, you're so beautiful when you say that.

Do women in New York actually fall for these lines?

All the time.

Funny. Lt sounds pretty cliche to me.

Can I come in?

I've been trying to get a hold of Sandra, but I can't find her anywhere.

So how is it going?

Really good.

These are beautiful!

Are you gonna use all of these in your article?

You can bet your sweet ass I am.

You are so charming.

That's great.

I meant it affectionately.

Oh.

We have work to do.

- Perdon. - Perdon.

Oh-oh-oh, shoot shoot, I have to call Sandra.

- Now? - Yes, now. Just real fast.

- Shall I get horizontal or... - Yes, you should.

213.

I cannot see

Why do you want me?

Yeah.

I cannot see

Why you look so...

Mmm.

Want me?

Don't move.

You should have left after the funeral

like your friends.

This is none of your business.

Tie him up.

Listen, we can...

We can make a deal here.

Uh, you can have the pictures as far as I'm concerned.

I'll get out of this fucking country anyway. Your food sucks!

Hello?

Hi. It's me Alyssa.

We just got back and R.J. managed to get a hold of some information

that proves that Djamori didn't kill himself.

You know,

I was getting ready to arrest you myself,

but apparently some fucking drug dealer got you before I did.

I don't like you.

Listen, this isn't that important to me.

- I wanna get the fuck... - I don't like you!

I never liked you.

I don't like this fucking ponytail!

I don't like it!

Fuck you.

Don't ever talk to me like that, gringo maricon.

Don't forget! Never.

Alyssa, where are you?

I'm calling from his hotel.

His hotel.

Alyssa, do me a favor and come to the office.

You get to the office right away, okay? I'll meet you there.

- I wanna hear more about this. - But this is good news, isn't it?

It's great news. I just don't wanna discuss it on the phone.

Now go to the office.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Bye.

Shoot.

Good luck.

R.J., come on, open up.

What are you doing? Come on, open the door.

R.J., are you all right?

Come on.

R.J., are you all right?

Jesus.

Oh my God.

- Move! - I'm trying.

I'm trying.

Let me get this.

Come on!

Who would do... Who did this?

Valdez and a bunch of fucking cops!

Valdez?

And now what the fuck are we gonna do?

All right. Let's go back to my office. Sandra will know what to do.

Yeah? Well, we need somebody who is not afraid of the cops.

Well, believe me, Sandra is not.

Fuck! Unbe-fucking-lievable!

- Oh my God, wait. Wait wait wait. - What?

- Oh Jesus. - What?

Sandra knew about the bomb in your room.

- How do you know? - I don't know.

It's just the way that she was reacting when I was talking to her on the phone.

Are you sure you're not reading something into this

because this is our last chance?

I don't know.

You were right.

Lucavida is paying everybody, including your boss Sandra.

- Ataninde, please listen to me. - Enough.

No! Ataninde, no. I will not shut up, okay?

Listen to me. Listen to me, okay? There's no place else that we can turn.

- And we need your help, all right? - All right, listen.

They're all in this together. Lucavida is financing the whole forest operation.

What does that gotta do with me?

So you're saying that Santos' death's got nothing to do with you

and that Djamori's death got nothing to do with you?

Look, you white people mind your own business,

and I'll take care of my people, okay?

Don't you realize we're on the same freaking side?

Can you hear me?

You know, you're a fucking hypocrite, you know that?

- Concha su fucking Madre! - Stop it, okay?

- Just take it easy. - Shit!

Calm down. Calm down, all right?

You guys are going too far.

You are both responsible for this.

Lt has cost us a lot of money.

I think I know where they might be.

- I'll get the bastard. - No more violence.

Senor Valdez, would you mind waiting outside for me, please?

Why not?

And you listen to me.

I've done my best for you, but I cannot...

It's your job.

Just do it, hmm?

Tell him to bring more if he can.

Yes, as soon as possible. Okay.

Some of them already left.

A lot of good it's gonna do us.

- At least they will protect you. - What we need right now is a plane,

not a protest movement.

Holy fuck!

- Damn it! - What?

I had Chato's number the whole goddamned time.

- He's got a plane. - Who's this Chato?

- Yeah. Hello. - Chato?

- Chato, it's R.J. - Oh, how are you, my friend?

- Where you been? - Listen, man, straighten up.

This is some serious shit, all right?

I need to get a plane out of here right now.

No no, I can't... I can't do it, man.

Man, there are people trying to kill me.

I'm tied up at this moment.

Chato, listen to me, this is no fucking joke!

All right? And my life is on the line here. I need your help.

Okay okay. I meet you at the embarcadero in Bella Vista.

Remember, Bella Vista.

Don't move! Don't fucking move.

You two, sit! You two, sit!

Get off of me.

She doesn't know a fucking thing.

It's you who we want.

- The embassy knows every fucking thing. - Shut up!

God damn you, pig!

Do you like that?

- Good. - The fucking embassy.

Take him away.

The embassy!

Don't try anything. I'll blow his brains out.

The American embassy knows everything. You guys are in deep shit.

All right, all right, this is a police matter!

And anyone... anyone...

Who tries to interfere will be arrested.

Now move!

You don't hear me? Get out!

Bring Nacia.

And you stay there.

Camina! Camina! Camina!

Come on!

Now move!

- Or she comes with me. - Don't move!

Shut up! Move!

Move! Muevase, carajo!

Sueltala!

Come here. Get up!

Get away from him!

This is the last time! Get out!

Imbeciles!

Go!

Get out! Move!

Get out. I'm gonna kill all of you.

Now move!

Move!

Get away from them.

Now! Get out!

We are not moving.

Get away from there!

Don't you understand?

Alyssa, get out of the line.

What are you looking for?

Get out.

- Get out. - Alyssa!

Out! Get out!

We are not moving!

Do you wanna die, bitch? Is that what you want?

- You wanna die, bitch? - Alyssa!

Die!

- No! - You fuck!

Quieto, mierda!

You son of a bitch!

Move!

Fuck you!

Stupid girl.

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Bring him!

Bring him!

Mierda.

Valdez?

Stop!

All right.

Tell them to drop the weapons.

All right.

Let them go.

- Relax. - Drop your weapons.

Drop the weapons.

- Now relax. - You relax.

You relax, motherfucker.

Let's go!

It's all right. Shhh.

All right, we're gonna make it.

Come on, come on, give her to me.

Hurry!

Where are you going?

If you go back there, they're gonna kill you.

Crazy fucking Indian.

Come on, hurry up!

Forget about him. He's dead.

Okay, buddy, anyplace you want.

We're going home.

We're going home now.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Mm.

Would you... would you promise me something?

Hmm?

What?

Write about what you feel,

not about what you've seen.

Okay?

Alyssa?

I'm sorry, my friend.

Come take my hand

Show me the way

With you, I understand

What words cannot explain

Just the touch of your love

And I know it all

I can stand on the edge

I'm not afraid to fall

Take me to the place

Where we collide as one

Where no one knows

The look on my face

Only you see the woman I've become

Take me to the star

Where children can be free

Where I found you

And you found me

In a secret sanctuary

Come be my knight

I'll be your sword

Come be my slave

I'll be your lord

Come be my devil

And I'll be yours

I'll be your...