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Jorge, sir...

Here.

Lucía.

Come with me, please.

There.

Go ahead.

WHAT LUCIA SAW

Mr. Kouchner!

You're not continuing the trip?

Yes, but first I want to make sure everything is okay.

-If that's okay with you. -Yes.

Special Agent Rivers

Geraldo Hoyos, nice to meet you.

Lucía Cerna?

Father?

Welcome to Miami.

-Jorge. -Nice to meet you.

We have your room ready,

I imagine you want to rest.

Yes.

Fathers, Bernard Kouchner, French Secretary of State.

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

Lucía, I think I'm leaving you in good hands.

-Thank you for everything. -My pleasure.

Good luck.

-Jorge. Good luck. -Thank you.

And who's the bravest of all?

Gentlemen, good day.

This is the man from the American embassy.

Chidester.

Richard Chidester.

And he's Special Agent Sanchez from the FBI.

Fathers...

Fathers... I discussed the matter with father Tojeira

and we agreed that they would be in need of protection

-from the minute they arrived. -Protection?

Powerful forces are at work here, I’m afraid.

The same evil forces that caused the death of the priests

in El Salvador.

I understand.

Special Agent Rivers and Agent Hoyos, also with the FBI.

The agents are here for your security.

Okey.

We could not guarantee

the safety of the witness and her family

if we didn’t take the necessary precautions.

Of course you’ll be allowed to visit them

-at any time. -Of course.

And...

The FBI will protect you in a hotel.

A couple of days.

More or less until we can evaluate the risks with

precision.

Is that okay?

-It's fine, it's fine. -Okay.

Señor Rivers.

Mommy!

- Go ahead. - Thank you.

Mommy.

This way. Come with me.

What happened?

What happened, sweetie?

What was this?

Lucía.

Look.

Besides the TV, they took away the telephone too.

How strange.

But the room is very nice.

Yes.

Very nice.

Sit down.

Please state your full name,

your profession and your address.

My name is Lucía Barrera de Cerna.

Continue.

Your profession and your home address.

I work cleaning offices at the UCA,

a university located in Antiguo Cuscatlán

and I live in Soyapango.

East of San Salvador, in the Soyapango municipality.

Is anyone hurt?

And Elba and the girl?

Father Nachito, be careful...

Yes, Father. I'll do it.

Yes, Father. Goodbye.

Hi, Lucía, how are you?

Fátima!

Fine, fine. And your mother's illness?

No, she's not very well.

Don't worry, she'll get better.

We're out of breadbut Jorge put more in the oven.

It will be nice and hot in a few minutes.

And say hi to your mom.

Thank you.

Jorge, you have a lot of people waiting out there, hurry up!

I told them to come back later because this is dangerous.

But they all want bread, everything is closed.

There's no food.

I told the fathers there's no public transport,

but apparently the universityis closed

and I don't have to go during the offensive.

Today everything is quiet, but last night was very dangerous.

They say the guerrillas put

a bomb outside Elba and Obdulio's door,

one of the guards,

and they entered the university.

Did anything happen to them?

No, they only crossed the campus.

The soldiers surrounded the mand they fled across the UCA.

But Elba is still scaredand

little Celina was there too, the girl who helps Mom.

Oh, my baby!

Who woke you up, eh?

What does my beautiful baby say?

What does my beautiful baby say? Who's there?

Dad.

One...One, two and...

three!

Get dressed.

We're leaving.

Let us get cleaned up first.

Five minutes.

Can you please give us a minute, sir?

Let me wash my face, we'll be downstairs in 5 minutes.

State your first name, last name and profession.

Please.

Jorge Cerna.

Baker.

Did you know that Father Ellacuría

belonged to the Farabundo Martí National Liberation Front?

I already told you.

I'm a baker.

State your first name, last names and profession.

This is for the record. Please.

Again? What for?

Just answer the question.

Please.

I'm Lucía Barrera de Cerna

and I work as a cleaner in the university offices,

-the UCA. -Your home town?

The municipality of Soyapango, I already told you.

We're out of flour, Jorge.

Nothing left to keep working with.

There no water or ingredients for bread.

Not even candles for light.

And what do you want me to do?

Let me talk to Father Nachito.

You don't know him, but he's good.

The fathers are excellent people.

I'll introduce you to them, let's go.

You can take the baby if you want.

I have nothing to do there.

How can we leave the house, the oven?

This is our life.

What will we live on?

What will we live on if we get killed?

That's what I'm wondering.

What will we live on?

Let's go!

Follow me!

Keep going!

Bastards!

Go ahead!

Look at me.

Listen closely.

This house is not my life.

That oven is not my life.

Geraldina is my life.

You're my life.

What good is the oven if I lose you two?

What good is life without the two of you?

Let's go.

Let's go.

One colón each!

Cojutepeque and San Vicente!

One colón each rider! Cojutepeque!

San Vicente, one colón!

One colón, one colón, San Vicente! Cojutepeque!

Let us come through.

They're soldiers.

We'll say the guerrillas took our house.

That we're taking shelter in my mom's shed.

Stop, don't move!

Get down on the ground!

-Get back! -Get down!

- Where are you going? - Downtown.

To Antiguo Cuscatlán?

To the stadium.

Too far.

Sir.

Wait a moment, I'll help you.

Everyone get on slowly,

be very careful.

Be careful not to fall.

All set.

Now everyone come to this side.

To this side.

Hold on tight.

Okay.

Go ahead, start driving!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

-Come on, let's go. -Yes.

Careful.

JOSÉ SIMEÓN CAÑAS CENTRAL AMERICAN UNIVERSITY

-Hello. -Good afternoon.

Come in!

Father Nachito.

Lucía.

What are you doing here?

We walked from Soyapango.

We rode in a truck only a little while.

There's a lot of war out there, Father.

We have no water, no candles for light,

nothing to eat.

Here too, the electricity keeps coming and going.

I wanted to ask if we can stay the night.

Or while the offensive lasts.

Yes, of course, no problem.

But I'm not alone, Father.

I brought my husband and young daughter.

Don't worry.

Come on.

Follow me, I'll go with you.

-You must be exhausted. -Yes, we are.

My husband prefers to stay at home.

He feels like he has to stand guard.

My daughter and I, since the bomb at the door,

we're too scared to be there.

But Father Nachito,

my daughter and I can stay in the PhD student residence.

No, please. There's no need to go there.

We'd already be there to work

and Lucía and her family can stay here.

It's not necessary.

The houses are empty,

we've already moved to the new residence.

-You'll stay in House 15-16. -Okay.

Come in.

I'm so grateful, Father Nachito.

You're so good to us.

It's nothing.

This is it.

They're not very comfortable,

but at least you'll have privacy.

Here.

It will only be for one night, Father.

No, Jorge, we'll stay as long as we have to.

You can stay as long as you like.

Right, the green one goes underneath, I think...

And this one goes here.

You need to eat, Father Ellacu.

You got too skinny in Spain.

No, I don't want any more. Thank you, Elba.

I thought you were still in Spain, Father Ellacu.

I got back yesterday.

Bad time with war in the capital.

And when is it ever a good time in this country?

Things have been very ugly lately.

You should have stayed in your land.

This is my land, this.

Lucía's right.

With the curfew and the war two blocks away...

Juan Ramón, peace will not come by itself.

Peace will never come!

This war has no end.

Period!

I don't agree, Lolo.

And we'll have to keep doing whatever we can.

President Cristiani himself has asked me

to participate in the FENASTRAS Investigation Commission.

We've been at war for 8 years,

the Commission can wait a few days.

But you jumped the gun moving up your trip.

For safety.

This is the safest place in the capital.

Of course.

State Headquarters is right across the street.

We're surrounded by military buildings.

That puts us between two fronts.

Anyone who's scared can go to Santa Tecla, like Rodolfo.

We're all scared, and here we are.

Look...

If I get killed during the day,

you'll know it was the guerrillas.

But if they come at night,

it will be the soldiers who kill me.

I don't think we should joke about that

under the circumstances.

Who would want to kill us?

It seems so irrational to me. We...

haven't done anything.

Anyway, right now...

Father Lolo could barely eat, the poor man is very sick.

Yes, very.

One of these days he's going to give us a scare.

Why did Father Cardenal go to Santa Tecla?

There was a search and the soldiers came at night,

that was two days ago.

Oh, Lucía.

The very same day Father Ellacu arrived.

Father Rodolfo got scared,

then Father Nachito told him to go to Santa Tecla.

Give us our daily bread.

Forgive our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Our Father, Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this our daily bread.

Forgive our trespasses

as we forgivethose who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Our Father, Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be Thy name...

Five minutes.

She's such a good girl.

She's a treasure.

Just like her dad.

Back at that time I'd been...

working at the UCA for about 4 years.

But back then I only worked 8 hours a week

because I only cleaned the offices of the fathers

who taught classes.

Don't worry, just tell him the situation

and Father Ellacuría will understand.

It would help us so much.

And us, we really need it.

Therefore dialogue with Marxist philosophy...

They're almost done.

...is necessary, not only from the dialectic

and materialistic analysisof history.

Marx is not a speculative philosopher.

He interprets reality for the sake of transforming it.

That's what the FMLN wanted to do.

Transform Salvadoran reality.

Probably, but it would be good for us to question

only the methods of the guerrillas

and never their motivation.

So you want a Leninist dictatorship like in Nicaragua?

Long live the Revolution?

Calling the Nicaraguan government

a Leninist dictatorship

is adventurous to say the least, but still,

I don't think this is the time for revolution,

it's more of a time for dialogue and harmony.

However, the needs of an oppressed people

are clearly an urgent priority.

And what do you propose?

We must do everything possible to ensure that freedom

prevails over oppression.

Justice over injustice.

And love, Menchén, love...

over hate.

Everything possible? Kill and kidnap?

Menchén...

Excuse me.

Menchén, excuse me.

Your father is Lieutenant Colonel Menchén, isn't he?

What's that got to do with it?

No, nothing.

But I think precisely

what the rector is trying to explain is

that the abominable behavior of the guerrillas,

all that violence and extortion

which you just described so well,

somehow invalidates the legitimacy of their motives.

Because they have their motives.

Thank you, Nacho.

Okay, for Monday, "Sentient Intelligence" by Zubiri

and relate Heidegger's thinking to Professor Zubiri's.

Study.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Ellacu, look, Lucía here has a request for you.

I think it's very reasonable.

Okay.

Come with me to my office?

Can you go with him? I have another class now.

-All right. -Okay, see you later.

After you.

Father Ellacu, with Jorge's wages at the bakery

and the hours I'm working at the university,

I don't have enough for the bank to grant me the loan.

If I worked between 16 and 20 hours, then I would.

Count on it.

I was thinking, if there's no chance for more hours,

you could recommend meat the residence home in Santa Tecla.

No, we need you here.

You can do my office as well as the residence.

Or I could try to find work somewhere else.

You're not hearing me, Lucía.

You don't need to look for work anywhere else.

20 hours, 30, as many as you need.

I'll talk to Palomares.

-Really? -Yes.

Oh, Father Ellacu, can I hug you?

Of course.

I don't know, you're so serious.

I'm not serious, I'm Basque.

They helped me any time I asked for it.

They were always there for me.

Nothing in the world would have made me stop

working for the fathers.

Nothing.

Jorge left his job at the bakery

and built an oven at home

with his own hands

to take care of Geraldina

so I could keep working for them.

They were the best people in the world.

I've always said it and I always will.

I'm sorry, sir.

What are you doing?

Listening to him play.

It's Father Nachito.

I wish I could go over there and see him sing...

Why don't you rest?

Go to sleep.

If you two weren't here, I'd go over there right now.

What are you doing? Come here.

I'll be right over there.

Stay.

What is the meaning of this green rebelliousness?

What is the meaning of this rebellion without a name

that opens the doors of a new day to a man's heart?

It's the truth that insists, it's the truth that keeps going.

It wants to be told and fights to get out.

It's the truth that insists, it's the truth that keeps going.

It wants to be told and fights to get out.

Fights to get out.

And fights to get out.

But that’s exactly what you told me yesterday.

Yesterday they went to Disneyworld, in Orlando.

But I didn’t know that then.

Where are they staying?

You said we could visit.

I told you no such thing.

Mister Chidester did.

I don’t quite remember him saying so.

It’s been many days.

At least let us know in which hotel they are staying.

Sorry father. Safety measures.

-Did she fall asleep? -She was exhausted.

Is it good?

Do you want some?

Better than that hamburger they always give us.

What did they ask you today?

The same as every day.

I think they're finished.

We've told them all we know.

Tomorrow they'll take us to the fathers, you'll see.

Do you ever wonder what would have happened

if you had stayed in Soyapango?

If only Geraldina and I had gotten into this trouble?

Would you believe my story?

Of course I would.

Who knows why these men don't believe me.

I'll always believe in you.

Always.

The baby's here.

Lucía, Jorge, let's go.

They're waiting.

The doctor here

is a fellow country man of yours, Lucía.

He'll be present during the interrogation.

Why do I need a doctor if I'm not sick?

No, no.

We want to be...

cautious.

The doctor will help the FBI with the interrogation.

I thought having a compatriot of yours nearby

would do you good.

What are you doing?

There's someone inside.

Of course there is.

It sounds like they're hurting the fathers.

The fathers aren't at the residence?

Somebody has to do something.

It's the army.

It looks like they've left.

What were they doing here?

I imagine chasing guerrillas, like when they entered

the campus through the gate by Obdulio's.

Let's get some rest.

Come on.

Lord almighty, in heaven and on earth, help us.

Help the fathers, help us.

Was Ellacuría in the FMLN?

The Farabundo Martí Front.

Was he a guerrilla or just a sympathizer?

No.

Father Ellacu wasn't a guerrilla,

he wasn't involved in that.

Then which fathers were involved with the guerrillas?

They had their own ideas,

but they didn't like violence of any kind.

Lucía, you've said many things,

but none of them true.

What do you mean?

Sir, why are you saying that?

If I wanted to lie,I'd make up something, I don't know,

more damaging, more serious, what you want to hear.

Sir, help me.

Please do not address Mr. Chidester.

He's only here to observe.

I can't talk to him? Why not?

I have no jurisdictionon American soil.

Continue.

I don't think you were there, Lucía.

-Or that you slept at the UCA. -What?

In House 15-16, that's the truth!

House 15-16 doesn't exist!

Why don't you tell them you're a liar?

I am not a liar.

I'm telling you the truth!

You're not thinking of your family, Lucía.

Your daughter, your husband...

You're screwing them.

No...

Why won't you admit that you're lying?

I'm only saying what I saw and you're taking offense.

Why don't you tell us who convinced you to say this?

Who told you to say this?

Who made this up, Lucía?

What more do you want from me?

What more do you want me to tell you?

What do you people want me to do?

-Please, tell me! -Tell the truth.

I am telling the truth and you don't believe me.

Your testimony isn't very solid.

I can't take it anymore.

Shall we take a break?

No.

Look, Lucía.

Let's start over.

No.

No...

I can't take it anymore.

How long have you been working for the priests?

What happened, Mommy?

There, there...

Do you want some?

If I could jump from here...

I could run to that church and ask them to protect me.

I'd probably make it before they noticed I've jumped.

I'd tell the priest they're keeping us locked up here.

Step away from the window.

It's for your safety.

The fathers are in trouble.

Father Nachito.

Great to see you.

I heard you singing last night.

Take care of them, Lucía.

Take care of your own, don't worry about me.

Lucía!

Come on, start with me.

Lucía had a bad night.

-Take her later. -Lucía!

It's been many days.

Lucía, tenemos que irnos.

We're coming.

She's lying, Jorge. Lucía is telling us lies.

You know it, I know it, she knows it.

I don't care about her, she's a woman.

Women are liars by nature.

But you, Jorge?

How can you allow that?

Maybe she's not lying.

Maybe she made a mistake.

Don't be ridiculous, man.

Colonel.

Let him, Colonel.

Okay.

The...

The investigation...

It turns out that yes,

it was the guerrillas from the FMLN who killed the fathers.

Good.

The witness simply made a mistake.

It's not bad faith.

Ignore her and that's it.

You know what you are, Jorge?

A pussy.

A doormat.

You like women bossing you around, don't you?

That's what you like, Jorge.

I'd cut off my balls before I let a woman push me around.

You know how priests treat women, don't you?

They're bastards.

And the Spanish priests are the worst.

You believe they don't sleep with women?

The vow of chastity.

Yeah?

You believe that?

You know how they fuck them?

They ask them to make some coffee,

to make their beds for them,

and then, like they say: "They shag them in the ass."

You know what Lucía called the sociologist?

"Nachito." "Nachito."

Everybody called him that.

They fucked your wife.

They fucked Lucía.

And those little old Spaniard sare virile.

-What do you want me to do? -No, don't do anything.

I'm just telling you what happened.

Lucía got boned.

Lucía was the UCA prostitute.

"The UCA whore," they called her.

We have information.

We found out...

that the baby isn't yours.

No.

You didn't know?

Look at yourself, Jorge.

Where's the resemblance?

Here, in your ear?

Okay.

What do you think of that?

All I think...

is that you people are all shit.

I was helping you, Jorge.

I was trying to help you, Jorge.

But you won't let me.

You won't let me be nice.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Bastard.

Son of a bitch.

Let's start over.

Without vulgarity.

How long?

How long, Jorge...

did Lucía work for the fathers at the UCA?

Please, tell us, Jorge.

What did they do to you?

Are you okay?

It's all I saw from the window.

From House 15-16 you can see the gate,

the driveway of the new residence.

Not much, but it's something.

The fathers were killed by soldiers.

That's all I know.

I don't know who, or which ones, or why.

But they were soldiers, I saw them.

And I also knowthey didn't deserve it

because they were the nicest people in the world.

Lucía, why do you insist on saying that?

Because it's the truth.

They're trying to help you.

"Help me." Help me how?

We know the rector was mixed up with the guerrillas

and there were problems inside the group.

-The doctor knows a lot. -Yes.

We also know the guerrillas were angry at the fathers.

For not joining the offensive, they were against violence,

like you said, Lucía.

Look.

I don't want you to get into trouble.

I know the fathers are forcing you to say it was the soldiers

who killed the fathers,

but they're covering for each other.

A lot of them have infiltrated the guerrillas.

Tojeira is one of them.

You only have to tell the truth.

That they forced you to lie, nothing more.

Look at me.

If you don't tell the truth,

these gentleman will deport you to El Salvador.

You know what will happen there, don't you?

We'll see each other.

Not just you.

Don't insist more.

Your daughter and husband.

-Don't. -Chidester.

It's not me.

I'm not the one who insists.

It's the truth that insists.

It's the truth that keeps going.

The truth wants to be told.

The truth wants to be heard.

The truth fighting to get out.

I'm only telling it.

I'm only telling it.

Where's that baby? Here, here, here!

Where's the baby?

Can you open the door, please?

We want to pass through the house to Cantábrico Street.

Mauricio?

Miss Lucía, can you let us come through, please?

It's the guard.

Open the door for them.

Thank you.

Mauricio, did you hear the shooting last night?

I don't know anything, ma'am.

Have you gone to check?

-To check what? -The residence.

Did you see anything?

Something on the ground, we don't know what it is.

Excuse me.

Lucía.

I'm going to look.

Don't look.

-Go back. -Why?

They killed the fathers.

No.

No...

No!

No...

Who?

I don't know, it looks like all of them.

-Father Ellacu? -There are six bodies.

Oh, my God!

I have to tell Father Chema!

They killed Elba too.

-And little Celina. -Holy Jesus!

That's where we were going to sleep.

Let's go back to the house.

No.

No, no... I have to tell the Jesuit Provincial.

For what? They'll realize.

Take her to my mom's shed, I'll be right there.

Lucía...

No.

I have to talk to the Jesuit Provincial.

Let's go. Come with us.

I can't leave them there alone in the sun!

No, no!

Celinita...

Are you okay, Obdulio?

My Celinita...

They came last night and killed the fathers.

What? What fathers?

All of them! The bodies are in the yard.

Father Ellacu.

Father Nachito.

Father Moreno.

And Segundo Montes.

Amando López, even poor Father Lolo.

Calm down.

Are you sure about what you're saying?

Yes, Father.

Go and see for yourself!

And Elba and her daughter.

They're in the bedroom, both shot up.

It was soldiers, Father.

I saw them.

I saw the soldiers. They killed them.

-Have you told anyone? -No.

Lucía, where is your family?

-Your husband and daughter? -At my mom's.

Okay, stay there with them and don't say anything to anyone.

Who will cook without Elba?

-That doesn't matter now. -Okay.

Lucía, go to your mom's, with Jorge.

Stay there and don't talk to anyone, got it?

Nobody.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God...

-Oh, Obdulio... -It's a tragedy, Father.

Were your colleagues involved with the guerrillas?

Look, these people...

The priests...sought peace through justice.

They always stayed clear of violence.

They've never touched a rifle or a gun.

And they came here to fight their ideas with bullets.

President Cristiani

accuses the FMLN of the crime with no doubt.

If he has any proof,

the president should offer it to the investigation.

The graffiti outside corroborates that version.

Anyone can do graffiti. Excuse me.

Father Augustín Herrera?

Paul Tipton,

president of the Jesuit Colleges

and Universities.

Father Tipton, nice to meet you.

Paul, please. Call me Paul, please.

This is Alberto Berra, he works with me in DC.

Pleasure.

No, please, Father, the pleasure is mine.

Sit down...

Allow me to visit your restroom first, please, father.

Sure, Father.

Let me show you the way.

My Alabama prostate and Irish bladder

aren't getting on too well lately,

if you know what I mean.

- Sit down, Father. - Thank you.

You've never met Father Tipton, have you?

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

He's a force of nature.

The FBI better get ready.

It's been very unpleasant, Father.

We didn't understand the situation

and things got out of hand.

You're not used to how things are done in El Salvador.

How could you have known?

I even lived there...

and it still surprises me.

-You lived in El Salvador? -Yes.

I worked at the UCA, that's where I met Lucía.

You knew Lucía?

Yes, that's why the father asked me to accompany him.

That's great!

Yes.

She also cleaned the offices back at the time I was there.

She'll be happy to see someone she knows.

Especially after our clumsiness.

I don't understand how we could...

No, don't worry about it.

You're like the Cernas.

Innocent victims of the situation.

Your words comfort me, Father.

Let's pray that this all ends well.

It will.

Trust Father Tipton.

He has the best contacts in Washington

of anyone in the Catholic Church.

And when he can't reach, he has his mom's family.

Really?

He says that if God hadn't wanted him to use

all of his influence to do good,

He wouldn't have given him a rich mother.

But with all of his influence and prestige and power

and his family's money,

his best weapon is his Irish temper.

So I feel sorry for the FBI.

You can't imagine how nice it is to have you both here, Father.

We have really suffered.

And Father Tojeira over there as well.

After losing the fathers, this situation...

Yes.

I still can't imagine it.

Nacho...

Amando...

Segundo...

Unbelievable.

Lolo...

Now, then.

Father, General Covenback

briefed me, so I'm aware of your situation.

They played us, Father Paul.

It seems so.

It seems so.

Now the way I see it, Father,

you have little or no leverage

to deal with this kind of people.

I, on the other hand,

am accustomed to dealing with bureaucrats.

So let them try and screw with old Father Tipton

and we'll see how that plays out for them.

But first thing's first.

I could sure use a sip of that whiskey

if you'd be ever so kind.

And you all will join me now, won't you?

Father Berra here,

he'll probably start off with a double.

President Cristiani is meeting this morning

with Archbishop Rivera, Damas and myself.

He has assured us there will be a responsible,

serious investigation.

and that the culprits will face justice.

Whoever they are.

Father, what do you mean?

Do you not blame the guerrillas directly for the crimes?

With so many military buildings in the area,

the fact nobody heard shooting for 20 minutes...

I don't know.

It at least leaves room for doubt, don't you think?

Are you accusing the army, the government?

No.

I'm not accusing anyone. It's not my fault if others

put something I didn't say in my words.

You'll have to excuse us, look at the time.

Our policy has always been and will always be the same:

Truth, justice, forgiveness.

There are no witnesses?

No.

Now, I’m going to see that woman and her family,

and I’m going to speak with her,

and I’m going to walk her the heck out of this place.

I’m telling you, father, she is not here.

Now I don’t know what you think you know,

or how you think you know it...

Because I have a direct line with God Himself!

That’s how!

Well, then God is wrong, sir...

Father.

That’s a good one.

Listen to me.

Either I speak to that woman right now

or whoever's in charge

or I will pick such a fit back in DC

you will curse the day I ever came down to this good Earth.

Hold on.

It worked.

Father.

-Please. -And here we go.

Just you, Mr. Tipton.

I'll be back.

Yes sir,

Yes, that'll do, sir.

No need to worry, I'll keep you informed.

Okay.

You know this doesn’t end here, don’t you?

I hope it does.

Yeah, I'll bet you do.

Have a good day, now.

The last collective word of these martyrs our brothers

helps to envision a future

in which we can all truly call each other brothers.

A future without hunger, without misery,

without rivers of blood unjustly spilled.

Without hearts torn apart by hate.

Without very few having too much and too many having nothing.

Lovers of utopia,

our brothers defended with realism life and peace

which necessarily passes through the rights of the poor.

Their deaths, like those of Monseñor Romero,

Rutilio Grande

and so many others murdered in El Salvador

for seeking peace and justice

is, at the same time, seed, flower and fruit.

And their testimony has been sealed in blood.

While the criminals were murdering the Jesuits,

young people in La Chacra

gathered the dead and wounded from both sides

amid the madness of a merciless fight.

They protected the children.

They accompanied people fleeing bullets in the combat zones.

They consoled those who lost their loved ones.

They stayed with the poor.

Because listen closely.

They may have killed our brothers,

but they have not killed the Society of Jesus.

Nor have they killed

José Simeón Cañas Central American University.

They haven't killed it!

No one except Lucía, she's the only one.

I think we should make a list

of all the neighbors to see if they heard anything,

people always talk...

Excuse me, Father Chema,

I didn't knowyou were in the office.

-Good morning. -What are you doing here?

Oh, Father, what else can I do? I came to work.

Come in, come in.

-I don't want to disturb you. -No, I want you to meet Julia.

Pleasure, ma'am.

Julia works for the archdiocese.

Hello, Lucía, nice to meet you.

She documents crimes against human rights.

We're working on the death of the fathers.

Look, Lucía, crimes against human rights,

like the fathers',

maybe can't be judged right now with all the guarantees we need,

so that's why it's very important that we document very,

very well.

We have to have everything ready for the future.

She worked with Monseñor Romero.

Yes, I worked with him.

Lucía, I'm going to need you to tell me everything.

Everything the fathers told you, anything you heard or remember.

-Of course. -Would you like to sit down?

Excuse me.

This is the house they call 15-16.

We slept in Father Pedraza's old bedroom,

but I couldn't see from there, so I came here.

-Show me, Lucía. -Yes, of course.

This is the window I opened.

-Here? -Yes.

Let's see...

And that's where I saw the soldiers.

That's all I saw.

But I heard all the chaos.

I wish I'd seen more or done something.

Don't say that, Lucía. What could you have done?

Oh, but why the fathers?

Would you be willing to tell all this to a judge?

Yes, of course, it's the truth.

There's one thing I want you to understand, Lucía.

After you give testimony

-Flight? -Yes, Lucía.

-Do you have a passport? -Where will I go?

Well, I've talked to Chema, Father Tojeira,

about the possibility of you going to Spain.

Spain?

But Spain is too far away, I don't want to go so far.

I have my home and job here

and my husband's business.

Lucía, at least until the trial.

It's not safe for you or your family to stay here.

Why did they have to kill the fathers?

They should not have been killed that way.

Why do that if they'd already searched the house

and the fathers had no weapons?

I don't want to go to Spain,

or take a flight.

The United States?

We can process the visa through the archdiocese.

You must know someone or have family in the U.S.

No, I don't know anyone.

Lucía, we all have someone in the U.S.

I don't have anyone.

I've never been interested in going to the U.S.

There are Jesuit universities there,

they could take you in.

They speak English there and I don't speak English.

Everyone speaks Spanish, in lots of places.

In Miami.

Miami isn't far

and almost everyone in Miami speaks Spanish.

Julia.

The prosecutor is outside.

He knows there's a witness and he wants to question her.

What did you say?

That what the witness told me is a confessional secret.

I gained a little time to reach the embassy.

Lucía, we need to request asylum in Spain.

Political asylum.

We were just saying, Lucía doesn't want to travel so far

and I'm saying maybe she can go to Miami.

Well, Miami is good.

Father Ellacu said Miami was very nice.

And they spoke Spanish.

-Is it nearby? -Less than a 3-hour flight.

I can try to speed up the paperwork

-with the American embassy. -Do you have a passport?

We have to process the visa.

I don't have a passport.

Then we have to make one.

That's Céspedes.

The prosecutor.

I think it's best if we take her to Spanish territory,

to the embassy.

Then we'll call the judge.

But my husband and daughter are waiting at my mom's house.

I should call them.

It's okay, they're coming too.

Repeat it again.

My name is Lucía Barrera de Cerna.

I work cleaning the offices at the university

located in Antiguo Cuscatlán.

My family and I slept in House 15-16

on Cantábrico Street,

which before that was the fathers' residence.

The back of the house faces the campus.

We asked them for shelter.

Why?

Because the war was raging in Soyapango.

And we had no food left.

Two adults and a little girl.

The girl is two years old.

We'd need them today, this afternoon.

Yes, I know.

I wouldn't ask if it weren't urgent.

I hope they know the danger

they're putting this embassy in.

Ambassador, it's one night.

Just one night, they'll be safe here.

This is Spanish territory, isn't it?

I laugh at the inviolability of diplomatic missions.

Tell Cajal, tell him.

Yes.

Perfect.

Thank you very much.

I'll pick it up myself.

Let's see this wall.

Okay, Jorge, stay still.

Relax, it's for your passport.

Let's see now.

Look at me, Jorge.

We've got it.

Let's see...

One, two and...

Perfect.

You cannot distinguish between soldiers and guerrillas,

especially when it's dark at night.

You say that you saw people,

you can't know if they were soldiers.

Yes, sir, I saw them,

they were soldiers like the ones I see every dayin the street.

She's answered, your honor.

The law obliges us to make sure.

He's telling her what can and cannot be distinguished.

Let the record show that in attendance today,

besides the aforementioned Father José María Tojeira,

Mister...

Bernard Kouchner from France.

Doctor Bernard Kouchner,

Secretary of State of the French Republic

for Humanitarian Actions.

Proceed.

I'd ask that the interrogation not take too long,

the witness has booked a flight this evening.

The interrogation will take as long as it has to.

I'm sure that the judge is sensitive

to the needs of the witness and our commitment.

Proceed.

Before we continue, I'd like to go over everything

you told us yesterday.

We've got them.

Good afternoon.

Do you know the French ambassador?

Of course.

Ambassador Fortuit, how are you?

Fine, thank you.

-Father Estrada. -How are you, Julia?

Fine, fine.

Has Bernard arrived yet?

Yes, Secretary Kouchner came with me,

but he's attending Lucía's interrogation.

Yes.

The French embassy has an armored vehicle

they're giving us for transport to the airport, right?

We're here to help.

Thank you, you have no idea how happy that makes me.

But they should be leaving for the airport already.

Don't worry, I spoke to the director at Comalapa.

The plane will wait for them.

It won't take off without Lucía.

Like I already told Ambassador Cádiz,

-we'll provide protection. -Great.

Thank you, really.

France always comes through.

Thank you.

We're going to check in.

This way.

This plane already left, sir.

That's impossible, they said it would wait.

It couldn't wait any longer, it took off.

Miss, that's not what

the director of the airport told us.

This family has to fly today.

I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.

And the next flight?

-To Miami? -Yes.

Let me check.

In three days.

-In three days they're dead. -I'll talk to Fortuit.

We'll see.

I don't know, Lucía, think it through.

You really don't want us to go to Miami with you?

Father Estrada and I are happy to stay with you for a few days

until you get settled.

Get settled?

-How long will we be there? -I don't know.

Father Chema, we have our home and work here.

Yes, but it's not that simple. You can't solve this in one day.

We have good news.

There's a military plane.

In Belize, we don't know how long they'll take,

but they've been informed and they're on their way.

Don't worry, you'll land in Miami.

Gentlemen, good evening.

-Father. -Mr. Chidester.

What are you doing here?

Ambassador Fortuit...

This is Special Agent Edward Sánchez with the FBI.

The FBI?

This is the French ambassador.

-Is there a problem? -No.

We already informed Father Tojeira

that we'll be traveling with Mrs. Cerna to Miami.

Ambassador Walker offered

embassy personnel to escort us if required.

Agent Sánchez is embassy personnel.

I don't think an escort

is necessary or advisable.

On the contrary.

There's a lot to straighten out at Customs.

The situation is complex.

If it were a commercial flight I'd understand, but...

it's a French Air Force plane.

They're El Salvadorans, not French.

And the immigration office should know about

the woman's importance.

Do you know my collegue

Mr. Bernard Kourchner?

Don't you, Mister...

Chidester?

Only by reputation.

Richard Chidester, ambassade américaine.

How do you do?

Special agent Sánchez, with the FBI.

Apparently they're escorting the witness to Miami.

I see.

Our job is only to protect the witness.

-Nobody mentioned the FBI. -That's true.

Us protecting her should reassure you.

Please, Mr. Chidester,

don't take me for a fool.

Gentlemen.

This family has suffered enough, please.

Father, don't worry.

I'm going to fly with them to Miami.

They didn't feed you today either?

No, you?

Since the doctor got here...

No, that guy is no doctor.

I heard them call him colonel.

He's just like all military men.

I'm so tired...

I want to go home.

Tell them you don't know anything.

That you didn't see anything.

How can I say that? Imagine.

That's what they want to hear.

If you don't say it, we'll never get out of here.

But we were there, I did see them.

Why would I say I didn't?

Lucía...

If you don't tell them what they want to hear,

they'll never leave us alone.

Is that what you want me to do? It's ridiculous.

I'll support you no matter what you decide.

Father Nachito came to see me.

When?

That night.

In House 15-16.

-You dreamed about him. -No.

He came to see me and spoke to me.

He said to take care of my family.

Of you and Geraldina.

I have to think about you.

Then say that you don't know anything.

Say you lied, that we were never there.

I didn't see anything.

We never went to the UCA.

You see?

It's not hard.

It isn't.

I didn't see anything.

I didn't see anything.

We never slept at the UCA.

I didn't see anything.

Oh, I’m pretty sure

who I am talking about.

A Hispanic woman, she’s with her husband

a little girl, their daughter.

Girl must be, like, say, two years old.

They’ve been coming in and out, escorted by FBI.

Excuse me sir.

Is there anything I can help you with?

No, thanks.

I’m just talking to this nice lady.

It’s for guests only.

I’ll get a room, then.

There’re no rooms available. It’s full.

I’d like a room, please. Mary.

I’m afraid there are none available, sir.

I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

A woman is being held here, against her will,

along with her family.

You have no evidence to support that, sir.

Funny thing you being here, then.

And you're not denying it.

Now I could call our lawyer, if that's what you want.

Sure, sir.

But please arrange an appointment at our office.

Oh, you know what?

I can find her myself.

-¡Lucía! -Sir.

¡Lucía Cerna!

Lucía Cerna! I'm friend of padre Berra from El Salvador!

Get your hands off me!

I'm going to have to ask you to leave...

I'm sorry.

I apologize, sir.

You've assaulted a federal officer.

Leave now and I won't press charges.

You can thank that dog collar.

That son of a bitch.

Tell them tomorrow we'll tell them

what they want to hear.

We'll admit we told lies to help them.

And we'd like to eat.

She is goingo to do it.

Who is it?

Come in.

May I?

We're going to say we weren't there.

We're going to say we don't know anything.

Are you sure, Lucía?

Muy bien.

Thank you.

I'm addressing the nation of El Salvador

as President of the Republic

to relieve the painful uncertainty

troubling our people.

That is why I'm advancing information

in the Jesuit case

that has made such an impact on our consciences.

The eyewitnesses to the fathers' crime were no such thing.

They themselves have admitted

they weren't at the university that night.

They gave false testimony against the army

while under duress from religious elements

close to the guerrillas.

Now they will have a chance to explain everything

to our people

and the world

at a press conference scheduled today in Miami

in which they will give their own explanation.

Father, please.

All right, you guys go ahead.

I'll catch up.

Come with me.

Where to?

We've got to go.

Let's go.

This conversation is over.

Now I want to speak to someone

who doesn't have to speak to someone else

in order to solve this situation right now!

Wait a minute.

¿Lucía Cerna?

What are you doing here, Mr. Tipton?

That is some press conference you have set up over there.

Those reporters,

they are going to leave here with one hell of a story, huh?

-Yes, sir. -What do you want?

What do I want?

I'm sorry, I never got your name.

What I want is to stop you

from humiliating these people any further.

Perhaps I want to humiliate you

just a little tid bit.

Or perhaps I could just take them away

quietly right now,

no fuss.

What do you say?

Lucía

-Father Berra! -Lucia!

Father, ask her if she wants to give this press conference

Do you want to give the press conference?

No, Father, we don't.

They're coming with us.

I don't think so.

Father, come and meet my family.

Do you really think

I'll allow you to step into that press room

and speak to those reporters?

All I have to do is wait outside,

you know that.

Now listen. You got your confession.

President Cristiani already addressed the nation

this press conference would have been the icing on the cake,

I get that.

But are you going to risk us going to the press for it?

I'd think twice about that.

You've won your war,

why bother with this little battle?

-All right. -All right.

Okay, Nacho.

Good night, Ellacu.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

No, I'm going too.

Wait!

I'm coming!

Stop making so much noise!

-Come with me. -Both of them.

-Don't kill us! -Shut up!

Don't kill us!

Hurry up, Father. Come on, in back, let's go.

On the ground!

On the ground!

-On the ground! -Get on the ground.

On the ground.

On the ground!

Our Father, Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earthas it is in heaven.

Give us this our daily bread.

Forgive our trespasses

as we forgive thosewho trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Our Father, Who art in heaven. Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven...

Forgive our trespasses as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Get them down!

Ávalos.

Yes, sir, Lieutenant.

What time will you proceed?

-What? -What time will you proceed?

Go on, do it.

Proceed, damn it!

Shut up, damn it!

Where is he?

Not the girl!

Pal...

Come on, pal...

Don't be afraid.

Pal.

Corporal, put the bodies inside!

Even just dragging them.

Let's go.

They're leaving, let's go.

THIS FILM WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE

WITHOUT THE TESTIMONY OF LUCÍA BARRERA,

JORGE CERNA AND JOSÉ MARÍA TOJEIRA.

LUCÍA AND HER FAMILY WERE NEVER ABLE TO GO BACK TO EL SALVADOR.

THEY PRESENTLY RESIDE IN CALIFORNIA.

FATHER TOJEIRA GOT TO BE RECTOR OF THE UNIVERSITY.

TODAY, HE IS THE DIRECTOR OF THE INSTITUTE OF HUMAN RIGHTS,

IDHUCA, FOUNDED BY SEGUNDO MONTES.

ALL THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MASSACRE OF THE JESUITS

REMAIN FREE,

EXCEPT FORMER COLONEL INOCENTE MONTANO,

SENTENCED TO 133 YEARS IN PRISON

BY THE SPANISH NATIONAL COURT IN 2020.