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In the wake of the Nicaraguan revolution...

...chaos has descended on tiny El Salvador, in Central America.

Today, 18 people were killed and 36 wounded...

...in a gun battle between demonstrators and the national police.

It started when students, workers and peasants linked to the guerillas...

...occupied foreign embassies and took over the National Cathedral.

So far, in two months, more than 3000 people have disappeared.

The government blames the murders on left-wing Marxist terrorists...

...while left-wing spokesmen point to the right-wing death squads.

You cannot walk in like this!

Good morning. You got some money for me?

- No, I have no money. - I want you out of here, okay?

- We cannot go out! - I want you out!

Look, I put up with this shit every month.

I want you, your crumb-snatcher...

...and your war hero, or whatever the fuck he is...

I want him out of here!

Fuck your husband! You got no bucks... No bucks, no Buck Rogers, Boyle!

Wait until I've had my coffee, huh?

- You're disturbing my kid. - Better get your bitch!

Shit on your papers!

Good morning.

I've had it!

I cannot live like this no more!

Nancy, it's Richard. Listen...

- Richard who? - Boyle.

- Oh. - Richard Boyle, yeah.

I think El Salvador's gonna blow real soon.

With a new press card and two grand I can get some good stuff.

- No way. - Okay.

- How about a new press card? - Forget it.

- Come on, Nancy, please! - I gotta go.

We've had it with you. We gave you $2500 on that Lebanon gig.

- You fucked it away in Greece. - I can't take Muslim nightlife, okay?

You lose tickets, passports, you drink...

...and you're an embarrassment, Boyle.

I get the piece, don't I?

How about the IRA, "Tortured by the Brits in Belfast"?

And how about Cambodia, "The Last Man Out"?

Sidney Schamburg was having cocktails at the Plaza...

...and I was getting my ass kicked.

How about freezing my nuts off in the Khyber Pass? I got giardia.

- I was stapled to the toilet for weeks. - Remember El Salvador?

How about El Salvador? Didn't I call that one?

- Huh, Nancy? Come on. - Bye.

- Hey, come on. - Get the fuck out of here, will you?

Not you, Nancy. Nancy? I'm sorry. Nancy?

Nice work, you piece of...

Larry, I need another favor.

I gotta be at the airport in an hour for Beirut.

This is serious. For old times' sake.

You gotta give me $500 to go to El Salvador, $400...

They'll kill you if you go back there.

I need money, not a lecture.

Okay, $300. I'll meet you at Pan Am in 40 minutes.

Great.

Take the quarter. Such a fucking hurry.

Shit.

Mr. Boyle, your license has been revoked.

You're driving without a license, registration or insurance.

You've got four outstanding speeding tickets, all gone to warrant.

You've got 43 unpaid parking tickets.

- Jesus. - Nothing is legal about your car.

- Even your press card is out-of-date. - Out-of-date?

- Damn. - I'm taking you in.

No... Oh, I'm not that Richard Boyle.

This happens all the time.

- There's another Richard... - Give me your other hand.

Have some humanity, officer. I just...

You, come here. You, come on.

Back up.

- Thanks for getting me out. - Come on and get your car.

Look, they got Bagel. The Nazis busted Bagel.

They're gonna gas him. Get your car.

I don't have my car, Doc, I need $75 to get it out.

Shit, I just paid $125 to get you out!

Stop whining.

- Here, this is all I got. - Thank you.

Come on before they drop the pellet.

It's just a fucking dog.

It's my dog!

Faster, Richie, will you?

I don't even have a license. They'll throw away the key.

- How long has he been there? - I don't know.

I left him with shit friends.

They're not gonna gas the poor dog, okay?

Everything's turned to shit, Miriam's thrown me out, man.

She says I'm too old to be a disc jockey.

She wants me to sell computers in Silicon Valley, you believe that?

I can't take these yuppie women.

With the Walkmans and the running shoes...

...and the "rather go to aerobics than fuck," forget about it.

They got pussy exercises too.

Latin women, they're totally different.

They're kind and understanding.

Look at Claudia. She doesn't give a shit what I do...

- Yeah. - Primo.

Best thing about them is they don't speak English.

Richie, can I crash at your place tonight?

I got no place to go. I'll sleep in the shower, toilet, doesn't matter.

Light up another joint, Doc. I got some bad news.

- I don't got a place. - Huh?

We're evicted. We were gonna stay with you and... Bosco.

- Bagel? - Bagel.

You mean I gave you my last $200 and I got no place to stay?

- Hey, Doc... - That's great.

Now what am I supposed to do? I'm in deep shit.

Man, I should've just left you in jail.

Move over, move over!

Another yuppie in a fucking Oldsmobile.

This town is full of goddamn yuppies.

Yuppie town!

Bagel!

Bagel?

Where's my dog?

What does he look like?

- Oh, yeah, I know this dog. - Where is he?

- Bagel! - Excuse me.

Sir? Excuse me.

No, that's not your dog.

We had to put your dog to sleep.

We keep the dogs around 14 days. We kept him more.

- You put him to sleep? - Yeah.

When's he going to wake up?

You killed him, didn't you? You gassed him.

We gave him an injection. It's much more humane...

What kind of humanity is that?

You're a murderer, you know that?

I can't believe it.

That was my only relationship, my best friend. Seven years.

My marriage only lasted five.

- It's not just! - I'm really sorry.

Would you like some puppies?

- My dog's leash. - I'm sorry.

Doc, she can't do anything. Now come on, okay?

All right?

What's it say?

"Fuck you" in Italian.

Shit, she's gone back to Italy to her parents, goddamn it.

That's too bad, Richie.

Well, at least she left the TV.

It was a marriage made in hell.

I'm sure gonna miss my boy.

Maybe she'll be back.

Sure.

Who could leave all this?

- Where we going now? - Guatemala.

Why?

Why not?

No cops, no laws, sun, it's cheap.

No yuppies. Great dope.

Look at you, will you? You are like a walking museum of the '60s.

What the fuck are you?

I'm a forward-thinking human being.

I know about life. I explore things.

Being a journalist, you're in touch with reality.

You come off with this journalism bullshit all the time, you know that?

I haven't seen one goddamn article that you've written.

I wrote a book. Flower of the Dragon.

Flower of the Dragon was ten years ago!

It was a big expos�.

Ten years ago. What have you written since?

What are you talking about? I've written articles.

I have one in a newspaper in El Salvador about guerillas.

Oh, the one in El Salvador? I read that, my whole family read it.

Everyone saw that article, Boyle.

You said Guatemala, man, not El Salvador.

Come on, I've never been out of the country.

They kill people here, Boyle.

You believe everything in the papers?

You'll love it here.

Give me the joint.

This is my last chance, man. I'm serious.

If I can get some good combat shots for AP, I can make some money.

- I could pay you back. - Better pay me back.

We'll head for La Libertad...

...the best surfing beach in the world.

Good times, kick back for a few months. It'll be fantastic.

You could live in this country for 300 bucks a year.

- What the fuck is this? - Mace.

- Mace? For what? - Wild dogs.

Yeah, wild dogs? That's bullshit. You've lied to me straight through.

Want me to be honest with you?

What are you doing with all these?

- Here you could have a life. - What are all these?

They come in handy.

You're gonna love it here, Doc.

- I'm going home, man. - You can drive drunk...

- ...and get anybody killed for $50. - I don't want to.

The best pussy in the world.

Where else can you get a virgin to sit on your face for seven bucks?

Seven bucks.

It better be the best pussy in the world...

- ...or I'm going home. - Two virgins for 12.

You're just lucky I'm fucked up, you know that?

Drugs? No prescriptions. They got stuff that keeps you hard all night.

All these people want to do is fuck.

Twelve bucks?

I think we can get them down.

- Now you're talking. - You're such an asshole, Boyle.

You're gonna love this place.

You're gonna be in pig heaven, man.

- Why are they blocking the road? - Don't ask.

This ain't gringo-land.

Here, take this, be dumb, act cool, all right?

Is this some kind of tranquillizer?

Yeah, permanent one. Cyanide.

You're gonna be sorry when they cut off your balls...

...and stuff one in each ear.

You're so fucking dramatic, man. Jesus!

Who are these clowns?

- What the fuck? - Traffic accident.

Jesus, Boyle.

- Oh God, man! - Relax, man, it's just some guy.

Shit.

The road to Santa Ana is closed.

I understand, but Colonel Figueroa told me to give a present to you boys.

They're journalists.

Get out of the car.

Whatever you do, Doc, whatever you do...

...don't get on the ground.

Jesus Christ, man, this is scary.

I can't believe this, man.

I'm a friend of Colonel Figueroa...

- Friends of Figueroa. - I'm a friend of Figueroa's.

Is that bad?

He's a friend of Figueroa's.

Shut up!

What's going on here, man?

I think they're checking c�dulas.

What's a c�dula?

Birth certificates, voting papers.

If you don't have a c�dula, you're in deep shit.

Put your hands on your head.

We've stopped a truck load of suspicious campesinos.

He's probably a student, the worst thing you can be.

Why did you leave your papers at home?

I always leave them there. Please, sir.

Look, I'm a friend of Colonel Figueroa's.

Fucking ridiculous. I should've never bailed you out of jail, man.

- Who are your friends? - Communists!

Take off your glasses.

Oh, shit.

Holy shit! They're gonna fucking kill us now, Boyle.

I thought you knew your way around.

They're gonna kill us now, aren't they?!

They're gonna fucking kill us!

Shut the fuck up! Just be cool!

I don't know what they're gonna do.

This is it.

This is it.

You got any of those tranquillizers left?

COLONEL JULIO FIGUEROA

Commander 3rd Brigade, Infantry Santa Ana Garrison

How the hell did you get in here?

No periodistas are allowed.

I snuck in through Guatemala, colonel.

You're lucky you've got your huevos, you know that?

You look like shit.

Come with me.

You wash up.

You got some drinks, some food.

We got some nice tight pussy.

For my amigo here...

...he write me up in the American newspaper...

...like the Patton of El Salvador.

You were. It was the last great cavalry charge in history:

Your Soccer War with Honduras, '69.

All the way to Tegucigalpa.

Not since Attila the Hun have there been such amazing cavalry tactics.

This one takes it up the culo real nice.

How about this one? She take it up the culo too?

All right.

Libertad, Doc. End of the rainbow.

I'm sick.

My asshole hurts, my dick burns...

You know, Richie, I don't know how to say this...

...but it's been fun traveling with you.

I'd like to catch a plane out.

Do you think you're gonna die?

I got the best doctor in town.

You have nothing to worry about once you get the shot.

It's a joke, it's a joke.

- What the hell's she laughing at? - Nothing.

Everything in there will clean you out.

If it doesn't, it'll kill you.

- What about a subscription? - All you need is an ass.

Don't pay her. I got credit here.

I gotta run.

That's a big fucking needle!

Now, come on, please. Just give me...

Son of a bitch!

Ricardo! Ricardo!

Did you miss me? Did you miss me?

What a pretty girl.

They said you were dead.

Where's her father?

Disappeared.

Let's go to the house.

You still drunk? You still crazy?

No, for you I stopped. No more alcohol.

At the casa, we'll see the television.

I know you have another woman in the north.

Another woman?

Is that you, Major Max?

You back from the dead, man?

I like your friend, Dr. Rock.

How bad is it here?

If I had one of those, I'd be a little better off.

You gotta be good-looking and rich.

- If you have a woman you have it made. - My ass hurts.

- Ricardo, can I have some? - Yeah, go ahead, go ahead.

Yeah, yeah, Guatemala gold.

Driving down this road, isn't it beautiful?

You want to go back home?

Everywhere I turn...

...dogs screwing other dogs...

...pigs in the street, it's like Baltimore, for chrissake.

How are we for cash?

You hungry? Want a hamburger?

Maybe just one before you take me to the airport.

I mean, I got a life there, even without Miriam.

I bailed you out of jail, you owe me a lot of money over the years...

...I wish you'd pay me so we can, like, part company, you know?

- John. - Rick!

I thought I'd find you here.

- I thought you were dead. - Do I look that bad?

Yes. I heard stories from Guatemala.

They pulled your toenails out...

Fucking Guatemala. Jesus.

- How was Beirut? - Fucking awful.

You gonna eat those fries?

Dr. Rock, John Cassady.

Thanks.

That was a great cover for Newsweek, John.

What happened? How come you split so fast?

What, from here? I had a beef with Major Max's boys.

They weren't happy about the torture chamber story.

Waiter!

Major Max?

Who's Major Max?

This guy's after you too, on top of everything else?

That was a year ago. They don't have computers.

- Get out of here. - I'm getting out.

First plane, I'm gone. I'm not kidding this time.

Get the fuck out of here!

I want my money, Boyle.

- What money? - I want the money you owe me.

- No bullshit! - You're on drugs. There is no money!

The transmission in Guatemala, gas, whores, the border ripoff.

You know at the border we had 70 colones?

You know how many we got left? 12.

How much is 12 colones?

- Four bucks. Three bucks. - Three American dollars?!

That's all we got left?

My dog is dead, Boyle.

Stop doing that! You know why he's doing that?

This is why. He drinks Tic Tack.

It's 17 cents a bottle.

You can't get rid of the guy.

He'll follow you anywhere. Want to go to Beirut?

Tell me what it has to do with me.

It's your yuppie liberal bullshit...

It has nothing the fuck to do with me, man!

I'm stuck in the middle of his fucking country, man.

I got the shits and I only got three fucking dollars!

I gotta get out of here, man!

Fuck you, Boyle. Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

He was this hitchhiker I picked up in Guatemala.

Look, John, I'm really sorry...

It's on Newsweek.

You want me to be honest with you?

I got fired by PNS, okay? And I could use a string real bad.

- Could you help? - There's no work here.

- Nobody cares about this war. - I care.

They're not just shooting the Indians.

Last week a Mexican TV guy got blown away...

...by their paramilitary groups.

They're shooting at us.

- Why don't you try Angola? - It's got no nightlife.

Hey, I can get you in with Figueroa.

I got carte blanche with his elite unit.

You still got the death-mobile.

Come on, Boyle.

Want to go out on dawn patrol?

Or are you too big of a media star these days?

- Let's go. - All right.

EL PLAYON Dump site for death squad victims

You haven't looked through a lens in a while.

Take some pictures. There's fresh bodies up there.

Have you got...

...a 24 or a 28 I could use?

You know what made photographers like Robert Capa great, Rich?

They weren't after money.

They captured the nobility of human suffering.

That was a great shot in Spain.

One flying through the air.

Yeah, but it was more than a body, Richie.

He got...

...why they died.

That's what Capa caught. He caught that moment of death.

You're right up there with him.

You're the best.

You gotta get close, Rich...

...to get the truth.

You get too close, you die.

Someday...

...I want a shot like Capa.

Someday.

Someday.

I gotta go, man.

We gotta go.

I don't have to tell you to watch yourself, do I?

Alvarez's people are staked out at the Cathedral, nowadays.

I'll talk to him for you.

And Tom Kelly's the new ambassador.

- From Cambodia? - You should check him out.

I know him. He's a good man.

There's gonna be a party at the embassy on Tuesday for the election.

John, thanks.

Cambodia was something, huh?

RAMON ALVAREZ Director of Human Rights Office...

...and spokesman for the Revolutionary Democratic Front

MAIN CATHEDRAL San Salvador

What's going on here?

This is where people find out about the disappeared.

- What did he say? - These people are from a land co-op.

They were evicted by police, so they're on strike.

I saw that in Zapata.

Carmen!

Carmen Sanchez. Hey, it's Ricardo.

Hi, how are you?

Ramon?

Did John Cassady talk to you about my going out with the guerillas?

Ramon, I need a break and I did a good story on you last year, remember?

Look, I'm not a travel agency for you guys.

I know, but if Max takes power, you'll need good press. I'd like to help.

Good press.

There are 10,000 disappeared...

...and every day the list grows, and you pendejo...

...talk about good press.

Ramon...

...I got some shots this morning and maybe they can help you...

...from El Playon. I'm sorry, okay?

To the mountains?

Come back next week. I arrange it.

Oh, God. Thank you, Carmen.

Sister Stan?

- Hi, how you doing? - Oh, fine.

- It's good to see you back. - Good to see you.

Cathy's around somewhere.

You look awfully busy.

Yes. Parents missing, dead, lost.

These are some survivors from the massacre at the Sempa River.

I heard government helicopters fired as they crossed.

It's very bad now. Very bad.

It's very bad now. Very bad.

Madness on both sides.

Cathy Moore.

The prettiest Colleen in all of El Salvador.

What are you doing here, you degenerate?

Back to see old girlfriends at the Noa Noa?

- You ruined that by converting them. - I try.

Need a ride to La Libertad tomorrow?

I can't, I got too much to do around here.

Fudge!

It's the wrong piece! It's for an elbow!

I told Cleveland! It happens every time! They promised.

Come on, Cathy. We'll have another shipment next month.

Anisetta can wait.

Can't you, darling?

One... two...

...three... four...

...five.

Now you can go to any urban city and you can make it.

Try to halt the infiltration into the Americas...

...by terrorists, by outside interference...

...and those who aren't just aiming at El Salvador...

...but I think are aiming at...

...the whole of Central and possibly later, South America...

...and, I'm sure, eventually North America.

Can you believe that...

...the straight man to a chimpanzee will be the next president of the U.S.?

I mean, doesn't that depress you?

- Know what depresses me? - What?

- You! - I can accept that.

I can't! This is like a gig. I'm trying to make money.

How can I, with you yakking and hobbling around?

Go get something to eat or go to the pool and meet girls, will you?

- Stay out of my face! - Okay, I'm easy.

Yakking all the time.

...going for Ronald Reagan.

- Morgan. - I thought you were dead.

What brings you here? Reagan planning ahead?

Colonel Hyde, remember me?

COLONEL BENTLEY HYDE Senior Officer MILGROUP

U.S. Advisor Salvador Military

- Pacific News Service, Vietnam? - Bob Samuels, USAID.

How do you do?

Millicent Davies, US AFL-CIO.

Remember me, sir?

Yeah, I remember.

Last time I heard about you was when Thieu kicked you out.

Then Mr. Thieu got kicked out after me.

I never understood why you guys like the Commies so much.

"We guys."

If you were Vietnamese, you'd be in a reeducation camp pulling turnips.

I never really liked turnips very much.

And I'm not applying for Vietnamese citizenship.

They don't like that funny stuff you smoke, old buddy.

Why, you got some?

Colonel, let me ask you something. It's a big favor.

You think you could get me out on a Cazadore op?

If I get you out...

...what's in it for me?

These guys never change.

Vietnam. You know, Vietnam.

I mean, are we gonna invade here or what?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I was young during all that.

Look, I'm not supposed to talk to the press, okay?

And you're weird. So fuck off.

I'm not the press.

JACK MORGAN U.S. State Department Analyst

- Go with the guerillas? - With anybody.

The National Guard, the muchachos... Want a drink? Yeah, you do.

Something big is in the wind.

Rebels are getting weapons through Nicaragua.

They'll make a move soon, so any news or photos you could throw my way...

No, that's stuff's hard to prove and I hate doing that.

I'm not asking you to spook. Just show them to me first.

You'll publish them anyway.

I hear they're getting it from the black market, from government troops...

Last year. This year Castro's got them organized.

I'm not messing around. This is all Warsaw bloc stuff.

Jesus. Same old "Black Jack" Morgan.

You won't think it's a joke when they take this place.

Nicaragua was just the beginning. Guatemala and Honduras are next.

In five years you'll see Cuban tanks on the Rio Grande.

Give me a break. I'm more worried about Major Max on the Rio Grande.

Major Max may be running things here soon.

So you'd better watch yourself, sport.

Jesus. Hey, could you lend me 50 bucks?

- What? - 50 bucks.

Tom!

Ambassador Kelly, how are you? I'm Richard Boyle, PNS.

I was the last man out of Cambodia. After Schamburg.

I wrote Flower of the Dragon. I'm a friend of Captain Moore's.

THOMAS KELLY U.S. Ambassador to El Salvador

Ambassador, does this Reagan thing pose a problem for you?

Let me grab a couple of shots.

General, have you met Mr. Doyle?

Hello. Nice to meet you. That's Boyle. Boyle.

Thanks.

ABC has projected the next president...

...Ronald Reagan.

I gotta do a standup at 10, boiling all this down.

You couldn't go far wrong saying:

"With Reagan in the saddle, the guerillas are in deep shit."

That's lovely, Peter, but have you seen the Journal today?

Here. It's real rah-rah democracy, free elections, all that.

I think it's what the networks want tonight.

So, what's your sign?

"Stop."

That's really cute.

I thought it was "Slippery When Wet."

This article and you, Pauline, are 100 percent...

...and unequivocally full of shit.

Who's talking? You're so full of shit I can't believe it.

- I resent... - Know what I resent?

- I resent what we saw in Santa Ana. - What was that?

A kid shot in the head and hung because he didn't have his c�dula.

- Know what a c�dula is? - Yeah.

If you're gonna analyze a situation, analyze it right.

You don't have a c�dula on election day, stamped, you're dead.

What kind of democracy is it when you have to vote...

...and if you don't you're branded a Commie subversivo.

These people would vote for Donald Duck...

...or whoever the local cop tells them because if they don't...

...this is what happens.

You're a real pro. That's why you can't last two weeks with a network.

Yuppies do a standup from the Camino Real, they think they got the story.

City lights, my ass.

"My Two Weeks in El Salvador" by Pauline Axelrod.

Oh, yeah.

"Whoring Through El Salvador" by Richard Boyle.

Never with you, blowjob queen of New York.

You're kissing all the right asses, no wonder you're on the networks.

Excuse me.

- Pauline, I'm sorry. - Fuck off!

Just be a sport. I'm an asshole!

I'm an asshole, all right?

Well, you don't have to worry about her.

She's gonna boil it down real good.

I put 500 mics of acid in her drink.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

With Ronald Reagan sweeping the elections...

...here at the Camino Real Hotel...

Attention, residents of Escalon.

Ronald Reagan has been elected President.

Finally, we have someone in the White House with balls.

MAJOR MAXIMILIANO CASANOVA (aka Major Max)

Presidential Candidate and Former Director of Salvadoran Intelligence

The time has come for us, brothers...

...former members of Orden...

...patriots of the Maximiliano Hernandez Brigade...

...and brothers of La Mano Blanca.

These fucking priests poisoning the minds of our Salvadoran youth...

...are gonna be the first to bleed.

They are pig shit.

And this Romero is the biggest pig shit of all.

A shitfaced desecration of an archbishop.

And with this bullet...

...he will be the first to die.

For every one of our people we will kill 100 of them.

We will avenge the deaths...

...of the South African ambassador...

...of Foreign Minister Mauricio Borgenovo...

...of Roberto Cuoma...

...of Colonel Rosario, of Gutierrez and Molina...

...and of the Mayor of El Paraiso.

These subversives that have sold our country to the Communists will die.

Erlich, Zaun, Kelly, Duarte, et cetera, et cetera.

And these pseudo journalists sent by the Zionist-Communist conspiracy...

...to divide and confuse our people, they will die.

Now...

...who will be the one...

...among you...

...to rid me of this Romero?

You will be famous.

As you well know...

...I stand for nationalism...

...law and order, and economic prosperity.

More important...

...I stand for Church and family...

...and a peaceful Salvador.

There you go. You like that?

Yeah, rock 'n' roll.

Your tab is way high. You owe me 400 colones.

I'm running a restaurant, not a bank.

I know, okay?

I got an NBC radio gig in the works...

...I got a CNN feed tomorrow, I'm hot again.

Have I ever stiffed you in 10 years?

I'll pay you the whole thing next week.

Okay. Don't tell Elena. She'll kill me.

Besides that, could you throw in 100 colones cash, walking around money?

In front of Maria, I don't want to look like a jerk.

- You're doing it to me again. - I'll make it 750.

Okay, man.

...who are the masters of deception.

Christian Democrat green on the outside...

...Moscow red on the inside.

What a clown!

Listen to your conscience.

Who is inflicting more violence?

Terrorists?

Carlos, come on. Get down.

This isn't funny. Come on.

I want to talk to you! Sit down.

It's getting dangerous here.

Yes, we're living in a bad time.

Like 1932 again, I detect a bad feeling in the air.

This stuff's like white lightening.

You keep drinking that, you'll end up in the street begging.

I'm not kidding you, you will.

You and your friends are really funny.

Yes, but you'd look better without your balls.

How 'bout I cut yours off.

Who are you? Get off the fucking car.

How about some beers for everybody?

Get in the car, Doc.

Get in the car, Doc.

Let's go to the beach, I've got my pickup truck.

Me with you? Not even to church. Why don't you ask your mother?

Hey! What are you doing?

Jesus.

Get in the car.

Doc, get in the car.

Where'd you get all those marks on your face?

Couldn't keep your hands off the blackheads in high school?

Could be death squad, got it? Get in the car.

You can drop me here.

Where are you going?

I'm going with the guerrillas in the mountains.

What will your parents say?

She knows.

It's not safe here anymore.

I go, okay?

You gonna join them?

In my country, amigo, there is no more God.

They took Carlos and Dr. Rock! They saw the marijuana!

Go in the house, I'll take care of it!

What are you talking about? It's my brother!

I know it's your brother! I'll take care of it.

Now get in the fucking house!

I'll take care of it!

Fuck!

Get me the fuck out of here!

You want to live? Shut up.

They're marihuanos. Subversives.

Doc, go, go! Get out of here. Go.

Take him out.

And the other one?

No, he's a bad kid. No respect.

He stays here. Or you stay as well.

All right.

Carlos, just stay cool. I'll get you out.

- Hi, Cathy, how are you? - I'm fine.

- You look a little tired. - I'm fine.

- Ambassador, Richard Boyle. - Sir.

Good to see you again.

- You remember me? - I certainly do.

I'm sorry, but I had actually written two articles about you in Cambodia.

- Really? - "Fall of Phnom Penh."

I was the last American journalist out.

Schamberg gets his Pulitzer Prize, and I almost got cholera...

...but we saved 1100 refugees from the Khmer Rouge.

- Awful, what they did to that country. - Yes, it was.

Are you one of the people portraying them as the good guys for a while?

Yes, sir, I'm afraid I was wrong there.

But a lot of people were.

If these guys running around the hills took power...

...it'd be much worse than Pol Pot.

Are they as bad as Major Max and the Mano Blanco?

I don't know.

A killer on the right, God knows what on the left and a gutless middle.

Boyle, about your problem here...

Carol's checked the National Guard, the Treasury Police, the Army.

Nobody seems to know anything about this boy.

- Now we think... - With all due respect...

...they're lying.

He didn't just disappear. Nobody disappears here. They got him.

Carol, have you checked Human Rights?

Fuck the Human Rights office! They rearranged this kid's molecules!

- Richard! - He's dying out there, those fucks.

He's just a kid! He's just a kid!

- Richard, please calm down. - Okay, I'm sorry.

Ambassador, look, his sister...

...she's my girlfriend. I've gotta get a c�dula for her.

They could come tonight, take her away and kill her too.

Richard! That doesn't have anything to do with us.

You know the laws here.

She'll have to go back to her hometown.

- Where's she from? - Morazon, sir.

If she gets near there, the guards will kill her as a suspected G. Fuck!

I'll do the best I can, but it's very tough.

Everybody's in the same boat. Thousands of people want a c�dula.

Let me ask you this: What if I married her?

Richard, you're already married.

Sir, I know you're busy. Thank you for your time.

But this is El Salvador. Suppose I just married her?

- I'll do whatever I can. I will. - Thank you, sir.

- Maybe you could talk to Immigration? - Just let me see what I can do.

Joan and I want to see you at the Christmas party.

- Maybe I could keep in touch with you? - Yeah, sure.

- I give up on you. - What do you mean, give up?

- Every time I try to get something... - This guy, he liked me.

- What's up? - I gotta get Maria a c�dula.

Maria.

They can't find Carlos, but the ambassador is personally involved.

The thing is, though...

...you're in danger. Without a c�dula they can grab you, comprende?

So I've been thinking about something, and what I think we should do...

- Marry me. - What?

We could have a family.

Duglas and Reina and you and me.

- And Carlos, what about him? - And Carlos, yes, when we find him.

- Si? - You already have a wife?

No, that's been over, six months. I got a divorce. I never told you.

- Hi, Boyle! - Just a second.

- Hey, Peter. - Atlanta's giving you a shot.

No!

- If you fuck up this time... - Not a chance. That's great, man.

I want some real stuff on the G's.

- You set with Alvarez? - We're like this.

You got the camera, the crew, and the Arena press conference.

- Right, Major Max. - He's gonna declare for president.

I'm going to Venezuela, so you'll have to cover for me.

You're a mensch. Could you lend me fifty bucks, man? I'm low.

You don't change, do you?

- This is what we got here. - 100 would...

- 200 of them. - 200 colones?

Out of my own pocket, so no whores.

- Do a good job, Boyle. - Peter, you're a mensch, thanks.

- So what? - I can't marry a divorced man.

And you, Richard, are a bad Catholic in all ways.

How am I a bad Catholic?

- You're living in sin. - No, I'm not.

- You drink. - Okay, sometimes.

You sleep with many women.

- You smoke marijuana. - No, that was Rock's.

And you lie, you scheme and you scam.

What is good or decent about you?

What redemption can you expect?

Well, none. Okay, you got a point, I am a fucking weasel.

But think about this: If I went to Church...

I haven't been to Church in 30 years, but we'd go to communion together...

Redemption, it'd be great! We could go to Archbishop Romero.

He knows me and likes me very much.

I could become a lay Catholic worker. It'd be wonderful, I could...

This redemption thing feels good. I feel cleansed already.

- You want some of this? - No, no more marijuana.

It's possible Archbishop Romero could annul my marriage to Claudia.

She was a Commie atheist anyway.

I'm gonna talk to him about this, seriously.

Very good man.

Man of the people. Man of God. He could win the Nobel Peace Prize.

Hey, what's this? Another demonstration, Boyle?

Calm down, take it easy...