Backyard Page #3

- 19.

- Serious injuries, Fierro?

- Very serious.

This is your fourth assault.

You're under arrest.

Let's go.

Mr. Governor.

The alleged serial killer

of Ciudad Jurez.

They just nabbed him?

How "alleged" is he?

The Jurez Police Chief

says he's the real deal.

- Leak it to the press.

- Correct.

- Mrgara, I gotta pee.

- Don't miss a beat.

When I say "now," let me in.

Now!

10 minutes to go, once a day.

Lunch is 10 minutes.

-Hard work, huh, Juana?

-No way.

Shift supervisor?

Your cousin says this job's for sissies.

Back home, I got up to

chop wood before dawn.

Then I made Pa breakfast,

picked corn 'til noon,

came home to feed Pa, cleaned house.

Sometimes we'd cross the river

and go to the store, remember?

But we always had to come home,

wash up, make dinner.

For your Pa.

- And here we get paid, Juana.

- For only 9 hours, Monday to Friday.

And thank God, today is...

Friday!

When did you last see Karen Rocha?

It's a simple question.

What you need is a good f***.

Somebody to wipe your ass.

Get outta here.

- You've got 2 phone calls.

- Leave, servant girl.

It's his lawyer. He says

he's got a nasty hangover.

F*** me! That broad with him

was our whole case.

- She crossed the border.

- Where to?

They don't know either.

She got cold feet and took off.

That a**hole stays in jail anyway.

Maybe then, the killing will stop.

Mickey Santos.

He owns nightclubs, gas stations, etc.

Legit?

As far as we know, squeaky clean.

He makes money in Jurez,

but he lives on the gringo side.

Makes a fortune on booze,

but he won't touch the stuff.

- Hey, are you from Oaxaca?

- No.

- Why, are you?

- Tecpatn, Oaxaca.

No way!

- No way?

- What a coincidence!

- But you're not from Oaxaca.

- No... Cintalapa, Chiapas.

Boy, that really is some coincidence.

Dummy. Cintalapa is right next to Oaxaca.

- Next to Tecpatn?

- No, next to the other side.

Do you speak Tzeltal?

- Can you?

- A little.

My grandparents taught me.

Have a beer.

What for? I'm happy with my soda.

Shall we dance?

Your sister knows the moves.

She even found a boyfriend!

That's my cousin, Mrgara.

And she didn't find a boyfriend.

She's just dancing.

What are you laughing at?

- It's different here.

- What?

-What's different?

-What's what?

- What are we talking about?

- I don't know, do you?

Come on. I'll show you.

Let's go then.

This woman's face looks familiar.

Where would you know her from?

Take a close up.

Real close.

This one too.

- She's been missing over a year.

- That can't be.

- Dead that long, her face would be disfigured.

- Maybe they had her locked up.

Where was the other one?

Here she is.

Disappeared 15 months ago.

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