Broken Land (2025) Movie Script
1
[soft music plays]
[birds chirping in distance]
[soft music plays]
[cows mooing]
[car horn honks]
[whoops]
[cow moos]
[whoops]
[man] Come on!
[cows mooing in distance]
Whoo!
Come on, ladies.
[moos]
[clanking]
[sighs]
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine.
[cows mooing]
[cows mooing in distance]
[grinder whirring]
Goddamn, Mr. Tidwell.
Scared the hell out of me.
Um, wetbacks cut my fence.
Calf got all tangled up,
and she and her ma got loose
on your side.
Sheriff Thomas caught some, uh,
traffickers two days ago.
They busted through
a couple of gates
over at Bill Wilson's place.
So where at?
Loma Tank. That line there.
I can get over there
tomorrow afternoon.
I'll let you know.
-Mr. Tidwell.
-Mm.
-How you holding up?
-I'm fine.
[birds chirping]
[ominous music plays]
[vehicle approaches]
[opera music plays in distance]
[cutlery clinking in distance]
[cat meowing]
Psst! Get out of here!
Go on! Git!
[thudding]
[clicks]
[door creaks, closes]
[water running]
[rasping]
[footsteps]
[clicks]
[announcer on radio]
From the studios
of Farm Journal Broadcast,
this is AgDay.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
-[coyotes howling in distance]
-[thunder rumbling]
[reporter on radio]
Then tomorrow thunderstorms
with the highs in the low 80s.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
[cutlery clattering]
[glass breaking]
[Carson] Who's out there?
Oh, god damn you.
[clicks]
Get the hell off my property!
[tense music plays]
[tense music continues to play]
-[metal clanking, thudding]
-Hey!
Get out of here. Hey! Hey!
-[shouts in Spanish]
-[thuds]
God damn you!
-Don't you...
-[gun cocks]
Don't you come back here.
God damn you!
You just stay the hell
out of here!
[birds chirping]
[gasping]
[birds chirping]
[rattles]
[border agent]
Morning, Mr. Tidwell.
How you doing?
Uh, it sounds like
your muffler's loose.
-Have a good day.
-[engine revs]
[woman] Carson.
Carson.
Portia.
How are you?
Um... fine, thank you.
-How are y'all?
-Oh, we're fine. Um...
Owen fell and broke his hip.
That took the wind
out of his sails.
At least now he keeps
his dick in his pants.
[Portia snickers]
I, uh, I went...
to the cemetery the other week.
Stopped by to see Cathy.
Pulled some of the grass
and cleaned it up a little bit.
I appreciate that.
[car horn honks]
You remember Vicky.
Vicky, you remember Carson.
[Vicky]
Take care of yourself, Carson.
[somber music plays]
[indistinct chatter
on the radio]
[engine rumbling]
[car horn honking]
[cop's car beeping]
[siren wails]
[sighs]
Swerved out
of your lane back there.
How many'd you have?
[inhales, exhales]
[officer] Right tail light's out
and your windshield's cracked.
Tires are bald. Tags expired.
Not wearing a seat belt.
Be more accurate,
this thing has no seat belt.
Any other county,
this thing would be impounded.
And if you have a valid driver's
license, I'll eat my hat.
Do you want to go back to jail?
Since when
are border patrol traffic cops?
Been trying to call you.
Why don't you answer your phone?
I don't have a phone.
You have a phone.
I gave you a phone.
Don't work.
Not if you don't turn
the goddamn thing on.
Rhonda said that you didn't show
up for your appointment again.
Again.
Said she won't
schedule you anymore
unless I take you in myself,
which as we both know
is virtually impossible.
So what are we
gonna do about that?
Can you answer me?
-I don't need a doctor.
-[officer] Dad.
Every 70-year-old
needs a doctor.
-[radio beeps]
-[indistinct radio chatter]
[sighs]
Don't go anywhere.
Harley here.
[dispatch on radio]
Don picked up a group.
Sounds like someone
might have been shot.
-[engine revving]
-What?
Goddamnit! [sighs]
-[dispatch] What was that?
-Nothing.
Nothing. On my way.
[inhales deeply, exhales]
[door creaking]
[suspenseful music plays]
[creaking continues]
[suspenseful music
continues to play]
[Carson] Hey!
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Oh, boy.
All right.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wake up.
-Hey, come here. Wake up!
-[gasps]
-[speaks in Spanish]
-No, you can't stay here.
You cannot stay in here!
Come on, get up.
Come on, God... Get up!
-Will you get up? Just get up.
-[shouts in Spanish]
[door creaks open]
-[door closes]
-[Carson grunts]
[thuds]
-[groans]
-[pants]
-[groaning]
-Hey, hey.
[woman groans]
[sighs]
[exhales]
-[keypad typing]
-[sniffles]
[line ringing]
[automated voice on phone] You
have reached the Duval County
- emergency line.
-No, I need to report a, um...
Please do not hang up.
We are currently
answering other calls.
Goddamnit. Goddamnit.
[speaks in Spanish]
-No, no, no.
-[woman speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Look at your leg.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Tomorrow, I go.
You need help. Ayuda.
[operator on phone]
Sir, are you there?
[stutters]
[woman speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
I would like to report...
[gunshot]
-[strains]
-Ow! Ow, ow, ow...
-[pants]
-[woman sobbing]
[sighs] Hello?
Hello... uh, oh.
-Hello! Hello!
-[speaks in Spanish]
[Carson in English] Hello.
You shoot me.
You shoot...
[speaks in Spanish]
[woman in English]
Tomorrow I... I go.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Please.
-Please.
-[sighs]
[tense music plays]
[rustling]
[knocking on door]
[knocking on door continues]
[Harley] Dad!
-[banging on the door]
-Dad!
[lock clicks]
[sighs]
-Open the goddamn door.
-What're they doing here?
You called 911 and then hung up.
Neil told me this morning.
I wanna check up on you.
Uh, you just wanna check up on
me, why'd you bring them?
Picked up some illegals
last night off of 624.
Lost.
Stopped for water
at a barn and said
somebody popped off
some shots at them.
One of them's missing.
Well, what's this
got to do with me?
You called 911.
It was an accident.
Who calls 911 by accident?
Hey, you told me
your phone wasn't working.
Dad, someone's missing.
And if that someone's shot,
it's a problem.
If someone's dead,
it's an even bigger problem.
If you saw something,
now's the time to speak up.
I don't know anything about it.
[sighs]
We're gonna take a look
around, if you don't mind.
Meantime, just keep
your eye out. Be helpful.
[chuckles]
[inhales deeply, exhales]
[Harley] Let's go!
[engine revs]
[engine starts, revs]
[exhales]
[panting]
[Carson]
You put that away. They're gone.
[speaks in Spanish]
[Carson in English] Come on.
Come on, come on.
[groans]
-[grunts]
-Come on, come on. Here.
Here. Here.
-Go.
-[groans, pants]
[woman] Burn!
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] It burn.
Oh, my God.
[woman panting]
All right.
-Now just... just...
-[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Just stay still.
[inhales, exhales deeply]
[groans]
Okay.
-[screams]
-Oh no, no, no. All right.
-It's alcohol.
-[crying]
Clean. Limpiar.
-Just be still.
-[sobbing]
Okay.
[rasping]
-[cries]
-All right. All right.
There's nothing
I can do about it.
All right.
There you go.
[whimpers]
[groans, pants]
You no tell migra.
Why?
[Carson] None of their business.
[woman] Where we are?
Coyote says
we close town San Antonio.
We walk.
Well, your coyote lied.
San Antonio,
hundred miles from here.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] No walk.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
Border Patrol got 'em.
My son. Migra.
All?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
What do you do with me?
You stay here.
Till you can walk.
After that,
I don't give a damn what you do.
[tense music plays]
[light music plays]
[bullet casing clinking]
[light music continues to play]
[rasping]
[engine starts in distance]
[birds chirping]
[gravel crunching]
[owl hooting in distance]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[sighing deeply]
[sighs]
[rustles]
[keypad clicking]
[line ringing]
[woman over phone] Hello.
[in Spanish]
[vehicle approaches]
[in English]
My name Irene Romero.
You take me the bus station.
I pay 200 dollars.
Don't show your money.
Someone will take it.
You take me, the bus station,
San Antonio.
I ain't taking you anywhere.
Best thing for you is go back
where you come from.
I go Colorado.
You'll never make it
to Colorado.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
I walk two month all Mexico.
I go Colorado.
Three hundred dollars.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] I no can walk
porque you shoot me.
-What I do?
-Get your coyote to pick you up.
You done?
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] He gone.
-You take.
-No, I no take.
I no help.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] You are a bad man!
I walk San Antonio.
Well, the highway
is three miles that way.
Hundred-twenty miles
straight north.
Good luck.
[suspenseful music plays]
-[thuds]
-[rattles]
[rasps]
[fire crackles]
[thunder rumbling]
Morning.
Big front coming in.
Supposed to ice tonight.
You're on private property.
[chuckles]
I'm sorry, Mr. Tidwell.
This road's a pipeline
right-of-way.
Hey, uh, you come across any
sign of that missing illegal?
[thunder rumbles]
Dead by now.
[chuckles] Or in Chicago.
[laughs]
Hey, uh, you got any cows out
by Henderson Wash?
Oh, maybe.
One of our sensors tripped.
Gonna go take a look.
Have a great one.
[ominous music plays]
[thunder rumbles]
[thunder rumbles]
[thunder rumbles]
[creaks]
[grunts]
[tools clanking]
[light music plays]
-[creaks]
-[grunts] Goddamnit!
[clanking]
God... [sighs]
[thunder rumbles]
[rain patters]
[pouring]
Girl!
[thunder rumbles]
Girl, you out there?
[Carson] Girl!
Girl, you out there?
Can you hear me?
[whoops]
Can you hear me?
Girl?
Oh, Jesus.
[groans]
Come on.
[Irene grunts]
The hell's going on, Carson?
I won't ask how she got shot.
That wound was filthy.
I don't know what you
think you're doing.
You can't take care
of her by yourself.
We know that doesn't work.
She needs a full examination
in a proper facility.
She needs antibiotics.
I'd write her a prescription,
but that'd be pretty awkward,
wouldn't it?
Her whole system is strained
to the breaking point.
She could easily lose that baby.
She's pregnant.
Four months.
We're not gonna interfere,
Mr. Tidwell,
but you need to think
of her health and the baby's.
She can't stay here.
Tomorrow, the clinic.
[man] I'll keep in touch
about them cows.
[door closes]
[tense music plays]
[Irene sobbing]
[suspenseful music plays]
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm, uh...
I'm looking for Harley Tidwell.
And you are?
Carson Tidwell.
His, uh...
I'm sorry, Mr. Tidwell.
I'm Officer Lopez,
pleased to meet you.
Harley's not here, but he should
be back in a little while.
[baby cries]
[tragic music plays]
[Carson] Drink.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Antibiotics.
Go on, drink.
[groans]
-Good.
-[Irene gulps]
[groans]
All right,
there's some food over here.
You try to eat that, all right?
For the baby.
Baby.
[light music plays]
[somber music plays]
[somber music continues to play]
[wind blowing]
[somber music plays]
[inhales, exhales]
[meowing]
[birds chirping]
[thuds]
[man 2 on radio]
Stronger storms, but also
heavy downpours,
start to line up,
and this is going to be moving
off towards the east.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[Irene sighing]
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Your wife.
She was a beautiful woman.
[indistinct chatter
on radio, stops]
-What?
-Your wife.
What is... was her name?
Cathy.
Catherine.
She was...
She keend eyes.
Kind eyes.
I see
that you love her very much.
She was enferma? Sick?
Yes, she was sick.
This house once nice.
She make good.
Beautiful.
Now is...
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
Like a house of the animal.
Your son, he no help you?
[vehicle approaches]
[engine stops]
[light music plays]
[doorknob rattles]
[clicks]
[opera music plays]
[opera music continues to play]
[footsteps approaching]
[clicks]
[light music plays]
[walking frame thudding]
I am sorry.
I should no go this room.
Remember her...
gives you pain.
I also.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
My husband-not-yet...
[in Spanish] Las pandillas.
[in English]
He no pay and killed.
They burn our house.
They leave me.
They believe... dead.
Well...
It's time for you to go.
You're well enough
to get around.
And you gotta take care
of that baby.
Your baby needs to see a doctor.
I will take you to Laredo.
And you can get yourself
across the bridge there.
Back across the border.
I no go Mexico.
I go Colorado.
You're not gonna get
to Colorado.
Colorado, it...
it's a thousand miles.
I take a bus. I go Denver.
And how are you gonna
get to the bus, huh?
There's migra everywhere.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
They got them on the highway.
-They're at the bus station.
-I walk! I walk!
You're gonna walk?
You tried that.
Nearly killed you.
I can't help you anymore.
[cries]
So I die.
And your baby,
you're gonna kill her, too.
Who do this?
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
I go, I tell police,
Las Pandillas kill my promised.
They burn our house.
And what say the police, huh?
He said, " Cllate .
Be quiet.
Next time,
this knife, it cut deeper."
[tragic music plays]
[cries]
My girl no grown in El Salvador.
My girl grown
in the United States.
She live and decide her life.
I prefer die than go back.
I die...
and she die.
[indistinct chatter]
[door creaks open]
You want anything, Harley?
[Harley]
I'll have a beer. Why not?
[sighs] Thank you.
[sighing heavily]
Now, that hits the spot.
[inhales sharply]
Yeah, some days, right?
I heard you came by the station.
What's going on?
You accidentally call 911,
come by my office
for the first time. Ever.
Something's up.
Just a neighborly visit?
Mm.
Your grandson?
Oh, he's doing well.
Thanks for asking.
Get a load of this.
Corbin broke three school
track records this weekend.
Ran the 100 meters in, uh, 12.
As a freshman.
He's a good-looking fella,
ain't he?
[sighs] Seems like
they're doing all right.
Alicia met somebody.
They're dating, I guess.
Good for her.
-Anyway, salud.
-[clinks]
Oh, uh, that immigrant
that got shot,
you know, or didn't,
who the hell knows.
[sniffles]
Well, we got some information.
Yeah, it's a her.
Twenty-two years old
outta El Salvador.
Pregnant.
ICE picked up one of her
compadres out of Chicago.
I guess he felt bad about,
you know, abandoning her.
They'll interview him
in more detail.
Yep. We lost trace entirely.
The Rangers are supposed
to be looking,
but they don't give a shit.
Just another dead wetback
as far as they're concerned.
Why'd you come by
my office, Dad?
You know something about this.
I can see it in your face.
[sighs]
Dad, you can't drive.
I'll take you home and...
somebody will pick
your truck up tomorrow.
Dad.
-[keys jingling]
-Give me your keys.
-Come on, give me your keys.
-No.
-Give me your keys!
-No.
You're not gonna drive.
You're drunk.
I can drive better drunk
than you drive sober.
[Harley laughs] That's a hell
of a claim to fame.
[Carson]
No, no, no. I got 'em.
-I got 'em.
-No, no.
-[pants]
-Give me my keys.
-I'm not giving them to you.
-Give me the keys.
I'm just going to take you
home, all right?
-Give me my...
-I'm gonna take you home...
-[groans]
-Jesus, you're a mess.
[sighs] Come on. I got you.
No,
get your fucking hands off me!
That's none of your business.
-You're not police.
-No, I'm your son.
-I'm trying to help you.
-Give me the keys.
No, I'm not going
to let you kill anybody...
I'm not going to let
you kill anybody, all right?
It wouldn't be the first time.
-[thuds]
-[groans]
[pants]
What, am I wrong?
You killed her.
[grunts]
Yeah, her own
beloved husband, hm?
[both grunting]
[indistinct muttering]
What, does that piss you off?
You murdered her!
[grunting]
What? You want to fight?
Is that what this is?
Is that what you want?
-[thuds]
-[grunts]
You got something to say now?
-[thuds]
-[grunts]
[Harley] Goddamnit.
Goddamnit!
[sighs sharply]
All right, drive.
Kill yourself.
Put yourself out of your own
misery and everybody else's.
Please,
don't take anyone else with you.
[heavy breaths]
[engine starts]
[tragic music plays]
[vehicle approaches]
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[footsteps approaching]
[suspenseful music plays]
[objects clattering]
[Irene groans]
Oh, no, get away. Get away.
Oh, leave me alone.
Go on, go on, go on.
Get out of here,
get out of here.
Just go. I can't help you.
Go on, get out of here!
[tragic music plays]
[keys jingling]
[tense music plays]
[engine sputters]
[engine sputters, starts]
[tense music continues to play]
[sighs]
Hey.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
Hey, despierta, wake up.
[clatters]
-[water splashes]
-[gasps]
[grunts] Come, come, come, come.
-[pants]
-[grunts]
Come.
[Carson] Oh, my God.
-[pants]
-[sighs]
[light music plays]
[light music continues to play]
[door opens, creaks]
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Take.
Drink more.
Drink.
[somber music plays]
[somber music continues]
[birds chirping]
[sighs]
[water running]
[speaks in Spanish]
[clicks tongue]
[speaks in Spanish]
[clicks tongue]
[meows]
[light music plays]
[light music continues to play]
[sighs]
[utensils clatter]
Would you?
Catherine.
Oh, she loved tea.
Uh-huh. Collected 'em.
Chamomile, um, peppermint,
Darjeeling.
Can't remember 'em all.
She said that each cup
of tea was like a, um...
it was like a vacation.
Because we didn't...
we didn't get away much.
You know,
ranch life, it's just...
it never ends.
And she would have liked
to wander more.
She, um...
She died in that room there.
And Harley, he wanted to, um...
he wanted to put her somewhere.
Yeah, he thought that someone
could, um... could help her.
But, uh...
there weren't no helping
that disease.
Oh, they told us that, uh...
that it was only
a matter of time.
That, uh...
only gonna get worse.
And it did.
She wanted me to...
to, um...
to help her end it.
And, uh...
[clicks tongue]
I wasn't ready for that.
Uh...
God, we'd been together
almost our entire lives,
since, uh...
since middle school.
And I just... I couldn't.
I just couldn't imagine
being in this world without her.
And on the day that she, uh...
Well, I was in there and...
I was trying to feed her
like usual. I mean, she...
she hadn't
hardly moved in weeks.
And all of a sudden, she turned
and looked at me, and...
there she was.
My Catherine.
And she took that gnarled up
old hand of hers and she...
God, she hit me...
so hard.
And that's when
I finally understood.
She... hated... this life.
Hated herself.
Most of all, she hated me.
I was forcing her to stay alive.
So I took that pillow...
I put it over her face...
and I held it there.
[inhales deeply]
And...
I held it there.
[trembling breath]
And I sat with her.
Till her...
Till her body was cold.
Then I called the police.
They said it was murder.
I guess it was.
You don't understand a word
I am saying.
[tragic music plays]
[somber music plays]
[somber music continues to play]
[cutlery clinks]
Carson.
I go Colorado soon.
Mi ta , she call coyote.
He take me San Antonio.
For bus.
[cutlery clinks]
-[rustles]
-[thuds]
[vehicle approaches]
Morning, Mr. Tidwell.
Found your cow.
I'll get the trailer.
You won't be needing no trailer.
[suspenseful music plays]
[cow mooing in distance]
Cow got cut up in some wire.
Bled to death.
Snake bite.
It's done.
[tragic music plays]
It's gonna be all right.
[gun cocks]
[inhales deeply, exhales]
You mind?
[gunshot]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music plays]
[door closes]
[Harley] What is this?
Got a report from Chicago
that migrant they picked up
says a man shot at him
as they ran off.
Girl disappeared.
Then I come here.
And this.
Blood on my old mattress.
Hair in the sink.
That man said that in the barn
there was a blue Cadillac.
Where is she, Dad?
You shoot her,
she's wounded bad,
you bring her in here.
You're scared.
All right, I get it.
And then what?
She bleeds out and dies,
you bury her?
Come on, Dad.
What'd you do with the body?
-You're mistaken.
-[scoffs] Dad.
I've been all over Tommy's,
all over the Milford's.
I know you shot her.
Where is she?
This isn't just about
some missing illegal.
This is about you killing
somebody, okay?
Murder. Where is she?
What, you just burn her
like some old cow?
I need you to get off
this property.
Damn it, this is my house too.
I got rights here.
We're going to get to
the bottom of this right now.
[vehicle rumbling, whirrs]
Irene! Irene!
-Jesus.
-[Carson] Irene!
-Irene!
-[engine starts]
[engine cranks, revs]
No, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Irene!
[crashes]
[groans]
[car door opens, closes]
-[groans]
-[Harley] Hey!
Jesus.
-[car door rattles]
-[grunts]
[rattles, thuds]
Okay. Sorry, sorry.
It's okay. I got you, I got you.
No, I'm here to help you.
It's all right.
Okay? It'll be all right.
Jesus, Dad! Okay, okay!
All right, all right.
You'll be okay.
-We gotta put her in my truck.
-No, no, no, no.
-She ain't going anywhere.
-Dad, don't be an idiot.
Look at her. She's hurt, okay?
-She might be concussed.
-No, she ain't coming in!
-Dad.
-All right.
-She's hurt. Dad, look at me.
-Okay, no. She ain't coming in.
No, she ain't-- Listen to me!
She ain't going anywhere!
She can barely walk.
She needs to get
to the hospital.
-[Irene groans]
-[Harley] Dad.
[siren wailing]
-Mr. Tidwell?
-Yeah.
I'm Dr. Lim.
Hi.
Irene is stable.
We were able to save
the pregnancy, but it's fragile.
She needs to avoid any further
stress, both physical
or emotional.
We'll keep her at the hospital
probably another day or two.
Does she have somewhere to go
to recuperate
after she leaves the hospital?
Ma'am, we'll be transporting her
to an immigration
holding facility.
She'll be placed under
their medical care.
I'd like to speak to her.
[door opens]
[equipment beeping]
[speaks in Spanish]
My girl.
Doctor says that...
it's a milagro that she live.
She die,
my life no worth nothing.
I go migra.
What if they send you back?
They'll kill you.
Better die there with her...
than life here without her.
You tell your son...
I go with him.
I go inmigracin.
[somber music plays]
What happens now?
She'll claim asylum,
most likely.
Judge thinks she has cause,
a full inquiry.
Judge denies her claim, well...
She's within 100 miles
of the border,
been here for less
than two years, so,
qualifies for expedited removal.
She goes home immediately.
Where will she be...
until they, uh...
till they decide?
Holding center in West Texas.
Dilley, maybe out of state.
-In jail, pregnant.
-It's not jail.
She'll get the medical care
she needs.
-It's the best place for her.
-I've seen those places.
It's jail.
What are her chances?
Asylum?
She goes home...
You seen that scar on her chest?
They killed their fianc.
Chances are slim.
Victims of criminal as opposed
to political violence...
technically, they don't qualify.
Who is this girl to you that
you're doing all this?
What is she to you?
It is illegal to harbor
a non-resident alien.
"Penalties upon conviction
include imprisonment
for five years, criminal fines,
forfeiture of vehicles
and real property used
to commit the crime."
It's the Federal Immigration
and Nationality Act, Section 8.
Dad, you want
to go back to prison?
We can't take everybody.
Well, I don't know
about everybody.
I know her.
[somber music plays]
[clicks]
[opera music plays]
[opera music continues to play]
[pensive music plays]
[engine sputters]
[engine continues
to sputter, starts]
Good morning, Mr. Tidwell.
Nice car.
-Mm-mm.
-What happened to the window?
Oh, rock.
Oh, that's a shame.
Easy fix, though.
Where's the truck?
[groans] Alternator died.
All right. We'll be seeing you.
[dramatic music plays]
I'm sorry it took me so long.
[telephone ringing]
[keyboard keys clicking]
-Harley.
-[Eddie] I've been calling.
Sorry,
trying to finish this thing.
[Eddie] Your dad
drove through the checkpoint
half an hour ago.
In an old Cadillac.
That thing doesn't even run.
[Eddie] Does now.
[dramatic music plays]
[equipment beeping]
[whispers] Hey. Hey.
I'm going to take you
to Colorado.
Car's outside.
I'm gonna take you to Colorado.
We have to go now.
Okay? So put these on.
And my son,
he's gonna be here soon.
[sighing deeply]
Doctor say I rest.
My girl need quiet.
She says maybe
I... I can stay here.
No. Oh, no, they're not gonna
let you stay here.
No, they listen.
I-- In the United States,
-they listen me.
-No, no,
they are not gonna listen.
My son,
Border Patrol, migra , right?
He said, he told me.
They will send you back
to El Salvador,
you and your baby.
You will die.
I will drive you to Colorado.
But if we're gonna go,
we gotta go now.
[sighs]
[Harley] Son of a bitch.
[Harley exhales]
Son of a fucking bitch!
[nurse] Can I help you?
Sorry.
Sorry.
This patient
was not to be moved.
Will you, uh, call security,
see if she's still
in the building? [sighs]
[Eddie]
What do you want to do?
You want to call Stacy?
Get a search on?
[Carson] To my son.
You may decide
not to read this letter,
that's your right.
You don't owe me anything.
I just hope you'll understand.
You asked me
what this girl is to me
that I've done all this.
She wasn't anybody,
but she became somebody.
She's my friend.
I can't let her go back
to that country.
Not unless she decides to.
Last thing I want
is to disrespect you
or for you to get in
any trouble on my behalf.
Do what you need to do.
Call who you need to call.
I'll take the consequences.
[sighs]
I looked at a picture
of you tonight.
You and me in our hats,
down at the pens.
Me holding you.
You were maybe four.
We were friends.
I love you, son.
I wouldn't have any other.
You make me proud.
I'm sorry I haven't made
that more abundantly clear.
I'll look forward to seeing
you again soon.
I hope.
Your father, Carson Tidwell.
[somber music plays]
[somber music continues to play]
[knocks]
[whispers in Spanish]
[in Spanish]
[in English] Come inside.
Come, please. Inside.
[Irene] Come.
[light music plays]
[no audible speech]
[light music continues to play]
[soft music plays]
[birds chirping in distance]
[soft music plays]
[cows mooing]
[car horn honks]
[whoops]
[cow moos]
[whoops]
[man] Come on!
[cows mooing in distance]
Whoo!
Come on, ladies.
[moos]
[clanking]
[sighs]
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine.
[cows mooing]
[cows mooing in distance]
[grinder whirring]
Goddamn, Mr. Tidwell.
Scared the hell out of me.
Um, wetbacks cut my fence.
Calf got all tangled up,
and she and her ma got loose
on your side.
Sheriff Thomas caught some, uh,
traffickers two days ago.
They busted through
a couple of gates
over at Bill Wilson's place.
So where at?
Loma Tank. That line there.
I can get over there
tomorrow afternoon.
I'll let you know.
-Mr. Tidwell.
-Mm.
-How you holding up?
-I'm fine.
[birds chirping]
[ominous music plays]
[vehicle approaches]
[opera music plays in distance]
[cutlery clinking in distance]
[cat meowing]
Psst! Get out of here!
Go on! Git!
[thudding]
[clicks]
[door creaks, closes]
[water running]
[rasping]
[footsteps]
[clicks]
[announcer on radio]
From the studios
of Farm Journal Broadcast,
this is AgDay.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
-[coyotes howling in distance]
-[thunder rumbling]
[reporter on radio]
Then tomorrow thunderstorms
with the highs in the low 80s.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
[cutlery clattering]
[glass breaking]
[Carson] Who's out there?
Oh, god damn you.
[clicks]
Get the hell off my property!
[tense music plays]
[tense music continues to play]
-[metal clanking, thudding]
-Hey!
Get out of here. Hey! Hey!
-[shouts in Spanish]
-[thuds]
God damn you!
-Don't you...
-[gun cocks]
Don't you come back here.
God damn you!
You just stay the hell
out of here!
[birds chirping]
[gasping]
[birds chirping]
[rattles]
[border agent]
Morning, Mr. Tidwell.
How you doing?
Uh, it sounds like
your muffler's loose.
-Have a good day.
-[engine revs]
[woman] Carson.
Carson.
Portia.
How are you?
Um... fine, thank you.
-How are y'all?
-Oh, we're fine. Um...
Owen fell and broke his hip.
That took the wind
out of his sails.
At least now he keeps
his dick in his pants.
[Portia snickers]
I, uh, I went...
to the cemetery the other week.
Stopped by to see Cathy.
Pulled some of the grass
and cleaned it up a little bit.
I appreciate that.
[car horn honks]
You remember Vicky.
Vicky, you remember Carson.
[Vicky]
Take care of yourself, Carson.
[somber music plays]
[indistinct chatter
on the radio]
[engine rumbling]
[car horn honking]
[cop's car beeping]
[siren wails]
[sighs]
Swerved out
of your lane back there.
How many'd you have?
[inhales, exhales]
[officer] Right tail light's out
and your windshield's cracked.
Tires are bald. Tags expired.
Not wearing a seat belt.
Be more accurate,
this thing has no seat belt.
Any other county,
this thing would be impounded.
And if you have a valid driver's
license, I'll eat my hat.
Do you want to go back to jail?
Since when
are border patrol traffic cops?
Been trying to call you.
Why don't you answer your phone?
I don't have a phone.
You have a phone.
I gave you a phone.
Don't work.
Not if you don't turn
the goddamn thing on.
Rhonda said that you didn't show
up for your appointment again.
Again.
Said she won't
schedule you anymore
unless I take you in myself,
which as we both know
is virtually impossible.
So what are we
gonna do about that?
Can you answer me?
-I don't need a doctor.
-[officer] Dad.
Every 70-year-old
needs a doctor.
-[radio beeps]
-[indistinct radio chatter]
[sighs]
Don't go anywhere.
Harley here.
[dispatch on radio]
Don picked up a group.
Sounds like someone
might have been shot.
-[engine revving]
-What?
Goddamnit! [sighs]
-[dispatch] What was that?
-Nothing.
Nothing. On my way.
[inhales deeply, exhales]
[door creaking]
[suspenseful music plays]
[creaking continues]
[suspenseful music
continues to play]
[Carson] Hey!
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Oh, boy.
All right.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wake up.
-Hey, come here. Wake up!
-[gasps]
-[speaks in Spanish]
-No, you can't stay here.
You cannot stay in here!
Come on, get up.
Come on, God... Get up!
-Will you get up? Just get up.
-[shouts in Spanish]
[door creaks open]
-[door closes]
-[Carson grunts]
[thuds]
-[groans]
-[pants]
-[groaning]
-Hey, hey.
[woman groans]
[sighs]
[exhales]
-[keypad typing]
-[sniffles]
[line ringing]
[automated voice on phone] You
have reached the Duval County
- emergency line.
-No, I need to report a, um...
Please do not hang up.
We are currently
answering other calls.
Goddamnit. Goddamnit.
[speaks in Spanish]
-No, no, no.
-[woman speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Look at your leg.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Tomorrow, I go.
You need help. Ayuda.
[operator on phone]
Sir, are you there?
[stutters]
[woman speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
I would like to report...
[gunshot]
-[strains]
-Ow! Ow, ow, ow...
-[pants]
-[woman sobbing]
[sighs] Hello?
Hello... uh, oh.
-Hello! Hello!
-[speaks in Spanish]
[Carson in English] Hello.
You shoot me.
You shoot...
[speaks in Spanish]
[woman in English]
Tomorrow I... I go.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Please.
-Please.
-[sighs]
[tense music plays]
[rustling]
[knocking on door]
[knocking on door continues]
[Harley] Dad!
-[banging on the door]
-Dad!
[lock clicks]
[sighs]
-Open the goddamn door.
-What're they doing here?
You called 911 and then hung up.
Neil told me this morning.
I wanna check up on you.
Uh, you just wanna check up on
me, why'd you bring them?
Picked up some illegals
last night off of 624.
Lost.
Stopped for water
at a barn and said
somebody popped off
some shots at them.
One of them's missing.
Well, what's this
got to do with me?
You called 911.
It was an accident.
Who calls 911 by accident?
Hey, you told me
your phone wasn't working.
Dad, someone's missing.
And if that someone's shot,
it's a problem.
If someone's dead,
it's an even bigger problem.
If you saw something,
now's the time to speak up.
I don't know anything about it.
[sighs]
We're gonna take a look
around, if you don't mind.
Meantime, just keep
your eye out. Be helpful.
[chuckles]
[inhales deeply, exhales]
[Harley] Let's go!
[engine revs]
[engine starts, revs]
[exhales]
[panting]
[Carson]
You put that away. They're gone.
[speaks in Spanish]
[Carson in English] Come on.
Come on, come on.
[groans]
-[grunts]
-Come on, come on. Here.
Here. Here.
-Go.
-[groans, pants]
[woman] Burn!
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] It burn.
Oh, my God.
[woman panting]
All right.
-Now just... just...
-[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Just stay still.
[inhales, exhales deeply]
[groans]
Okay.
-[screams]
-Oh no, no, no. All right.
-It's alcohol.
-[crying]
Clean. Limpiar.
-Just be still.
-[sobbing]
Okay.
[rasping]
-[cries]
-All right. All right.
There's nothing
I can do about it.
All right.
There you go.
[whimpers]
[groans, pants]
You no tell migra.
Why?
[Carson] None of their business.
[woman] Where we are?
Coyote says
we close town San Antonio.
We walk.
Well, your coyote lied.
San Antonio,
hundred miles from here.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] No walk.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
Border Patrol got 'em.
My son. Migra.
All?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
What do you do with me?
You stay here.
Till you can walk.
After that,
I don't give a damn what you do.
[tense music plays]
[light music plays]
[bullet casing clinking]
[light music continues to play]
[rasping]
[engine starts in distance]
[birds chirping]
[gravel crunching]
[owl hooting in distance]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[sighing deeply]
[sighs]
[rustles]
[keypad clicking]
[line ringing]
[woman over phone] Hello.
[in Spanish]
[vehicle approaches]
[in English]
My name Irene Romero.
You take me the bus station.
I pay 200 dollars.
Don't show your money.
Someone will take it.
You take me, the bus station,
San Antonio.
I ain't taking you anywhere.
Best thing for you is go back
where you come from.
I go Colorado.
You'll never make it
to Colorado.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
I walk two month all Mexico.
I go Colorado.
Three hundred dollars.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] I no can walk
porque you shoot me.
-What I do?
-Get your coyote to pick you up.
You done?
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] He gone.
-You take.
-No, I no take.
I no help.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] You are a bad man!
I walk San Antonio.
Well, the highway
is three miles that way.
Hundred-twenty miles
straight north.
Good luck.
[suspenseful music plays]
-[thuds]
-[rattles]
[rasps]
[fire crackles]
[thunder rumbling]
Morning.
Big front coming in.
Supposed to ice tonight.
You're on private property.
[chuckles]
I'm sorry, Mr. Tidwell.
This road's a pipeline
right-of-way.
Hey, uh, you come across any
sign of that missing illegal?
[thunder rumbles]
Dead by now.
[chuckles] Or in Chicago.
[laughs]
Hey, uh, you got any cows out
by Henderson Wash?
Oh, maybe.
One of our sensors tripped.
Gonna go take a look.
Have a great one.
[ominous music plays]
[thunder rumbles]
[thunder rumbles]
[thunder rumbles]
[creaks]
[grunts]
[tools clanking]
[light music plays]
-[creaks]
-[grunts] Goddamnit!
[clanking]
God... [sighs]
[thunder rumbles]
[rain patters]
[pouring]
Girl!
[thunder rumbles]
Girl, you out there?
[Carson] Girl!
Girl, you out there?
Can you hear me?
[whoops]
Can you hear me?
Girl?
Oh, Jesus.
[groans]
Come on.
[Irene grunts]
The hell's going on, Carson?
I won't ask how she got shot.
That wound was filthy.
I don't know what you
think you're doing.
You can't take care
of her by yourself.
We know that doesn't work.
She needs a full examination
in a proper facility.
She needs antibiotics.
I'd write her a prescription,
but that'd be pretty awkward,
wouldn't it?
Her whole system is strained
to the breaking point.
She could easily lose that baby.
She's pregnant.
Four months.
We're not gonna interfere,
Mr. Tidwell,
but you need to think
of her health and the baby's.
She can't stay here.
Tomorrow, the clinic.
[man] I'll keep in touch
about them cows.
[door closes]
[tense music plays]
[Irene sobbing]
[suspenseful music plays]
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm, uh...
I'm looking for Harley Tidwell.
And you are?
Carson Tidwell.
His, uh...
I'm sorry, Mr. Tidwell.
I'm Officer Lopez,
pleased to meet you.
Harley's not here, but he should
be back in a little while.
[baby cries]
[tragic music plays]
[Carson] Drink.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Antibiotics.
Go on, drink.
[groans]
-Good.
-[Irene gulps]
[groans]
All right,
there's some food over here.
You try to eat that, all right?
For the baby.
Baby.
[light music plays]
[somber music plays]
[somber music continues to play]
[wind blowing]
[somber music plays]
[inhales, exhales]
[meowing]
[birds chirping]
[thuds]
[man 2 on radio]
Stronger storms, but also
heavy downpours,
start to line up,
and this is going to be moving
off towards the east.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[Irene sighing]
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Your wife.
She was a beautiful woman.
[indistinct chatter
on radio, stops]
-What?
-Your wife.
What is... was her name?
Cathy.
Catherine.
She was...
She keend eyes.
Kind eyes.
I see
that you love her very much.
She was enferma? Sick?
Yes, she was sick.
This house once nice.
She make good.
Beautiful.
Now is...
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
Like a house of the animal.
Your son, he no help you?
[vehicle approaches]
[engine stops]
[light music plays]
[doorknob rattles]
[clicks]
[opera music plays]
[opera music continues to play]
[footsteps approaching]
[clicks]
[light music plays]
[walking frame thudding]
I am sorry.
I should no go this room.
Remember her...
gives you pain.
I also.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
My husband-not-yet...
[in Spanish] Las pandillas.
[in English]
He no pay and killed.
They burn our house.
They leave me.
They believe... dead.
Well...
It's time for you to go.
You're well enough
to get around.
And you gotta take care
of that baby.
Your baby needs to see a doctor.
I will take you to Laredo.
And you can get yourself
across the bridge there.
Back across the border.
I no go Mexico.
I go Colorado.
You're not gonna get
to Colorado.
Colorado, it...
it's a thousand miles.
I take a bus. I go Denver.
And how are you gonna
get to the bus, huh?
There's migra everywhere.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
They got them on the highway.
-They're at the bus station.
-I walk! I walk!
You're gonna walk?
You tried that.
Nearly killed you.
I can't help you anymore.
[cries]
So I die.
And your baby,
you're gonna kill her, too.
Who do this?
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
I go, I tell police,
Las Pandillas kill my promised.
They burn our house.
And what say the police, huh?
He said, " Cllate .
Be quiet.
Next time,
this knife, it cut deeper."
[tragic music plays]
[cries]
My girl no grown in El Salvador.
My girl grown
in the United States.
She live and decide her life.
I prefer die than go back.
I die...
and she die.
[indistinct chatter]
[door creaks open]
You want anything, Harley?
[Harley]
I'll have a beer. Why not?
[sighs] Thank you.
[sighing heavily]
Now, that hits the spot.
[inhales sharply]
Yeah, some days, right?
I heard you came by the station.
What's going on?
You accidentally call 911,
come by my office
for the first time. Ever.
Something's up.
Just a neighborly visit?
Mm.
Your grandson?
Oh, he's doing well.
Thanks for asking.
Get a load of this.
Corbin broke three school
track records this weekend.
Ran the 100 meters in, uh, 12.
As a freshman.
He's a good-looking fella,
ain't he?
[sighs] Seems like
they're doing all right.
Alicia met somebody.
They're dating, I guess.
Good for her.
-Anyway, salud.
-[clinks]
Oh, uh, that immigrant
that got shot,
you know, or didn't,
who the hell knows.
[sniffles]
Well, we got some information.
Yeah, it's a her.
Twenty-two years old
outta El Salvador.
Pregnant.
ICE picked up one of her
compadres out of Chicago.
I guess he felt bad about,
you know, abandoning her.
They'll interview him
in more detail.
Yep. We lost trace entirely.
The Rangers are supposed
to be looking,
but they don't give a shit.
Just another dead wetback
as far as they're concerned.
Why'd you come by
my office, Dad?
You know something about this.
I can see it in your face.
[sighs]
Dad, you can't drive.
I'll take you home and...
somebody will pick
your truck up tomorrow.
Dad.
-[keys jingling]
-Give me your keys.
-Come on, give me your keys.
-No.
-Give me your keys!
-No.
You're not gonna drive.
You're drunk.
I can drive better drunk
than you drive sober.
[Harley laughs] That's a hell
of a claim to fame.
[Carson]
No, no, no. I got 'em.
-I got 'em.
-No, no.
-[pants]
-Give me my keys.
-I'm not giving them to you.
-Give me the keys.
I'm just going to take you
home, all right?
-Give me my...
-I'm gonna take you home...
-[groans]
-Jesus, you're a mess.
[sighs] Come on. I got you.
No,
get your fucking hands off me!
That's none of your business.
-You're not police.
-No, I'm your son.
-I'm trying to help you.
-Give me the keys.
No, I'm not going
to let you kill anybody...
I'm not going to let
you kill anybody, all right?
It wouldn't be the first time.
-[thuds]
-[groans]
[pants]
What, am I wrong?
You killed her.
[grunts]
Yeah, her own
beloved husband, hm?
[both grunting]
[indistinct muttering]
What, does that piss you off?
You murdered her!
[grunting]
What? You want to fight?
Is that what this is?
Is that what you want?
-[thuds]
-[grunts]
You got something to say now?
-[thuds]
-[grunts]
[Harley] Goddamnit.
Goddamnit!
[sighs sharply]
All right, drive.
Kill yourself.
Put yourself out of your own
misery and everybody else's.
Please,
don't take anyone else with you.
[heavy breaths]
[engine starts]
[tragic music plays]
[vehicle approaches]
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[footsteps approaching]
[suspenseful music plays]
[objects clattering]
[Irene groans]
Oh, no, get away. Get away.
Oh, leave me alone.
Go on, go on, go on.
Get out of here,
get out of here.
Just go. I can't help you.
Go on, get out of here!
[tragic music plays]
[keys jingling]
[tense music plays]
[engine sputters]
[engine sputters, starts]
[tense music continues to play]
[sighs]
Hey.
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English]
Hey, despierta, wake up.
[clatters]
-[water splashes]
-[gasps]
[grunts] Come, come, come, come.
-[pants]
-[grunts]
Come.
[Carson] Oh, my God.
-[pants]
-[sighs]
[light music plays]
[light music continues to play]
[door opens, creaks]
[speaks in Spanish]
[in English] Take.
Drink more.
Drink.
[somber music plays]
[somber music continues]
[birds chirping]
[sighs]
[water running]
[speaks in Spanish]
[clicks tongue]
[speaks in Spanish]
[clicks tongue]
[meows]
[light music plays]
[light music continues to play]
[sighs]
[utensils clatter]
Would you?
Catherine.
Oh, she loved tea.
Uh-huh. Collected 'em.
Chamomile, um, peppermint,
Darjeeling.
Can't remember 'em all.
She said that each cup
of tea was like a, um...
it was like a vacation.
Because we didn't...
we didn't get away much.
You know,
ranch life, it's just...
it never ends.
And she would have liked
to wander more.
She, um...
She died in that room there.
And Harley, he wanted to, um...
he wanted to put her somewhere.
Yeah, he thought that someone
could, um... could help her.
But, uh...
there weren't no helping
that disease.
Oh, they told us that, uh...
that it was only
a matter of time.
That, uh...
only gonna get worse.
And it did.
She wanted me to...
to, um...
to help her end it.
And, uh...
[clicks tongue]
I wasn't ready for that.
Uh...
God, we'd been together
almost our entire lives,
since, uh...
since middle school.
And I just... I couldn't.
I just couldn't imagine
being in this world without her.
And on the day that she, uh...
Well, I was in there and...
I was trying to feed her
like usual. I mean, she...
she hadn't
hardly moved in weeks.
And all of a sudden, she turned
and looked at me, and...
there she was.
My Catherine.
And she took that gnarled up
old hand of hers and she...
God, she hit me...
so hard.
And that's when
I finally understood.
She... hated... this life.
Hated herself.
Most of all, she hated me.
I was forcing her to stay alive.
So I took that pillow...
I put it over her face...
and I held it there.
[inhales deeply]
And...
I held it there.
[trembling breath]
And I sat with her.
Till her...
Till her body was cold.
Then I called the police.
They said it was murder.
I guess it was.
You don't understand a word
I am saying.
[tragic music plays]
[somber music plays]
[somber music continues to play]
[cutlery clinks]
Carson.
I go Colorado soon.
Mi ta , she call coyote.
He take me San Antonio.
For bus.
[cutlery clinks]
-[rustles]
-[thuds]
[vehicle approaches]
Morning, Mr. Tidwell.
Found your cow.
I'll get the trailer.
You won't be needing no trailer.
[suspenseful music plays]
[cow mooing in distance]
Cow got cut up in some wire.
Bled to death.
Snake bite.
It's done.
[tragic music plays]
It's gonna be all right.
[gun cocks]
[inhales deeply, exhales]
You mind?
[gunshot]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music plays]
[door closes]
[Harley] What is this?
Got a report from Chicago
that migrant they picked up
says a man shot at him
as they ran off.
Girl disappeared.
Then I come here.
And this.
Blood on my old mattress.
Hair in the sink.
That man said that in the barn
there was a blue Cadillac.
Where is she, Dad?
You shoot her,
she's wounded bad,
you bring her in here.
You're scared.
All right, I get it.
And then what?
She bleeds out and dies,
you bury her?
Come on, Dad.
What'd you do with the body?
-You're mistaken.
-[scoffs] Dad.
I've been all over Tommy's,
all over the Milford's.
I know you shot her.
Where is she?
This isn't just about
some missing illegal.
This is about you killing
somebody, okay?
Murder. Where is she?
What, you just burn her
like some old cow?
I need you to get off
this property.
Damn it, this is my house too.
I got rights here.
We're going to get to
the bottom of this right now.
[vehicle rumbling, whirrs]
Irene! Irene!
-Jesus.
-[Carson] Irene!
-Irene!
-[engine starts]
[engine cranks, revs]
No, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Irene!
[crashes]
[groans]
[car door opens, closes]
-[groans]
-[Harley] Hey!
Jesus.
-[car door rattles]
-[grunts]
[rattles, thuds]
Okay. Sorry, sorry.
It's okay. I got you, I got you.
No, I'm here to help you.
It's all right.
Okay? It'll be all right.
Jesus, Dad! Okay, okay!
All right, all right.
You'll be okay.
-We gotta put her in my truck.
-No, no, no, no.
-She ain't going anywhere.
-Dad, don't be an idiot.
Look at her. She's hurt, okay?
-She might be concussed.
-No, she ain't coming in!
-Dad.
-All right.
-She's hurt. Dad, look at me.
-Okay, no. She ain't coming in.
No, she ain't-- Listen to me!
She ain't going anywhere!
She can barely walk.
She needs to get
to the hospital.
-[Irene groans]
-[Harley] Dad.
[siren wailing]
-Mr. Tidwell?
-Yeah.
I'm Dr. Lim.
Hi.
Irene is stable.
We were able to save
the pregnancy, but it's fragile.
She needs to avoid any further
stress, both physical
or emotional.
We'll keep her at the hospital
probably another day or two.
Does she have somewhere to go
to recuperate
after she leaves the hospital?
Ma'am, we'll be transporting her
to an immigration
holding facility.
She'll be placed under
their medical care.
I'd like to speak to her.
[door opens]
[equipment beeping]
[speaks in Spanish]
My girl.
Doctor says that...
it's a milagro that she live.
She die,
my life no worth nothing.
I go migra.
What if they send you back?
They'll kill you.
Better die there with her...
than life here without her.
You tell your son...
I go with him.
I go inmigracin.
[somber music plays]
What happens now?
She'll claim asylum,
most likely.
Judge thinks she has cause,
a full inquiry.
Judge denies her claim, well...
She's within 100 miles
of the border,
been here for less
than two years, so,
qualifies for expedited removal.
She goes home immediately.
Where will she be...
until they, uh...
till they decide?
Holding center in West Texas.
Dilley, maybe out of state.
-In jail, pregnant.
-It's not jail.
She'll get the medical care
she needs.
-It's the best place for her.
-I've seen those places.
It's jail.
What are her chances?
Asylum?
She goes home...
You seen that scar on her chest?
They killed their fianc.
Chances are slim.
Victims of criminal as opposed
to political violence...
technically, they don't qualify.
Who is this girl to you that
you're doing all this?
What is she to you?
It is illegal to harbor
a non-resident alien.
"Penalties upon conviction
include imprisonment
for five years, criminal fines,
forfeiture of vehicles
and real property used
to commit the crime."
It's the Federal Immigration
and Nationality Act, Section 8.
Dad, you want
to go back to prison?
We can't take everybody.
Well, I don't know
about everybody.
I know her.
[somber music plays]
[clicks]
[opera music plays]
[opera music continues to play]
[pensive music plays]
[engine sputters]
[engine continues
to sputter, starts]
Good morning, Mr. Tidwell.
Nice car.
-Mm-mm.
-What happened to the window?
Oh, rock.
Oh, that's a shame.
Easy fix, though.
Where's the truck?
[groans] Alternator died.
All right. We'll be seeing you.
[dramatic music plays]
I'm sorry it took me so long.
[telephone ringing]
[keyboard keys clicking]
-Harley.
-[Eddie] I've been calling.
Sorry,
trying to finish this thing.
[Eddie] Your dad
drove through the checkpoint
half an hour ago.
In an old Cadillac.
That thing doesn't even run.
[Eddie] Does now.
[dramatic music plays]
[equipment beeping]
[whispers] Hey. Hey.
I'm going to take you
to Colorado.
Car's outside.
I'm gonna take you to Colorado.
We have to go now.
Okay? So put these on.
And my son,
he's gonna be here soon.
[sighing deeply]
Doctor say I rest.
My girl need quiet.
She says maybe
I... I can stay here.
No. Oh, no, they're not gonna
let you stay here.
No, they listen.
I-- In the United States,
-they listen me.
-No, no,
they are not gonna listen.
My son,
Border Patrol, migra , right?
He said, he told me.
They will send you back
to El Salvador,
you and your baby.
You will die.
I will drive you to Colorado.
But if we're gonna go,
we gotta go now.
[sighs]
[Harley] Son of a bitch.
[Harley exhales]
Son of a fucking bitch!
[nurse] Can I help you?
Sorry.
Sorry.
This patient
was not to be moved.
Will you, uh, call security,
see if she's still
in the building? [sighs]
[Eddie]
What do you want to do?
You want to call Stacy?
Get a search on?
[Carson] To my son.
You may decide
not to read this letter,
that's your right.
You don't owe me anything.
I just hope you'll understand.
You asked me
what this girl is to me
that I've done all this.
She wasn't anybody,
but she became somebody.
She's my friend.
I can't let her go back
to that country.
Not unless she decides to.
Last thing I want
is to disrespect you
or for you to get in
any trouble on my behalf.
Do what you need to do.
Call who you need to call.
I'll take the consequences.
[sighs]
I looked at a picture
of you tonight.
You and me in our hats,
down at the pens.
Me holding you.
You were maybe four.
We were friends.
I love you, son.
I wouldn't have any other.
You make me proud.
I'm sorry I haven't made
that more abundantly clear.
I'll look forward to seeing
you again soon.
I hope.
Your father, Carson Tidwell.
[somber music plays]
[somber music continues to play]
[knocks]
[whispers in Spanish]
[in Spanish]
[in English] Come inside.
Come, please. Inside.
[Irene] Come.
[light music plays]
[no audible speech]
[light music continues to play]