Backyard

based on actual events

Female.

Age 16 to 25.

Fractured femur.

Nails painted red.

There's a robe to one side...

...from the Kikay factory.

Left nipple torn off.

This makes how many?

29 bodies this year.

And in the past decade?

Don't be a prick, Hernndez.

Gold tooth with the letter K.

Signs of strangulation.

-The first rape victim appeared 3 years ago.

-Or the first documented one.

Our count is 65 since then.

The reporters say 83.

- How many women missing?

- Again, the numbers game.

Some say 100. Others, 350.

But they sent you to clean up, right?

To clean up and take over,

once the Chief gets promoted.

Some say there's a serial killer.

There's no signature, nothing

repeated on all the victims.

83 murders in the past 3 years,

that's got to be a world record, right?

Look, the Gringos sure put

that building up fast.

They'd just started when you got here.

The Bible is Truth, read it!

Good morning, Jurez!

Border city, crossover city.

Backyard with two gates.

From the U. S., trucks roll in

loaded with used clothing,

used jalopies for sale,

expired medicines,

and rich kids looking to lose their

virginity to our top-notch sex workers.

And from the rest of Mexico:

the poorest of the poor roll in

looking for minimum wage in the factories,

and just maybe - God willing -

if the Border Patrol looks the other way,

they'll hop the border as wetbacks.

There you have it: Jurez.

Crossroads of chaos, border city.

Wounded city, crowned with

the blood of murdered girls.

This cultural education goes out

with condolences to the latest victim,

with a K on her gold tooth.

Katia, Karina, Katwoman...

To the girl whose face Death blew into.

Direct from Jurez,

broadcasting across the state of Chihuahua,

"Los Tigres del Norte."

Another body in the desert, and Kikay

doesn't want its name in the papers.

- But the victim worked for Kikay, right?

- Yes, she did. But the owner,

doesn't want dead women

associated with his brand.

Talk to me, lvarez.

What can I do for you?

Governor, you need to respond forcefully,

to show you protect big investors in Jurez.

and that you support

our assembly plants, too.

This kind of news is very dangerous to us.

The "globalphobes" are eager...

for any negative detail they can

disseminate internationally,

to damage global brand names like ours.

I couldn't agree more with

our friend Numasaki.

I'll speak to the newspaper owners,

and keep your brand out of this.

But only as a special favor.

Done. Take care, Governor.

Son of a b*tch... He called a

dead woman a "negative detail."

- Get me all the Ciudad Jurez news editors.

- Yes, Sir.

Easy, easy now.

- Those belong to...

- Meet me in my office.

They bashed her head in, Doctor.

- Sign these invoices.

- For that girl who was raped?

She needs anti-depressants.

- Hello.

- Hello Sara.

Sign here, please.

- Can't Susana budget it?

- She says we're broke.

-That's right.

-We'll find money somewhere.

Here's the receipts for legal

fees and daycare supplies.

Sara, isn't this Karen?

She was from Hidalgo:

no family in Jurez.

She worked for Kikay.

She came to the cops a year ago.

The date's here, you can have this.

Come in.

Excuse me.

Lieutenant Fierro.

Have a seat.

Her man was beating her.

They call him "The Sultan."

-Yeah, an Egyptian.

-Yeah, but you guys did nothing.

- There must have been a reason.

- Sure there was!

Anyway, therapy taught her not

to tolerate any kind of abuse.

So...

Karen, who had a funny streak, said...

...she wouldn't go to the dentist anymore.

Not even that abuse, she told me.

We can take a break.

- I'm crying because I'm angry.

- Let's take a break.

No. When I cry out of anger,

I think better.

The bastard threatened her.

He called, came looking for her.

Two months ago, we filed another

complaint, and you did nothing.

You questioned him until his lawyer

showed up, then he was back on the street.

Fierro, bring me the file.

- You're a public accountant.

- Used to be.

We'll send the body to this address.

I'll give you that, you're great undertakers.

You find bodies, and you deliver them.

-Thanks for your cooperation.

-This is such a farce!

More than 80 have died,

around 600 are missing.

680 women in Ciudad Jurez

who aren't there anymore!

And what have you done about it?

Not one arrest!

I don't want to make excuses,

but I just got here.

I'm doing my best. But I'm understaffed,

the files are incomplete...

No wonder!

Let me fill in the blanks.

Each photo says where they were found,

estimated time and cause of death,

suspected sex crime or domestic violence,

or if they're considered missing.

- Where'd you get all this?

- The newspapers.

If you cops weren't illiterate,

you'd have the same files.

Let us pray.

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

- Can you give me directions?

- Let's see.

It's just past that hill. Over that way.

Abdalah Haddad. Born in Egypt.

In 1981, he beats and rapes a

woman in Palm Beach, Florida.

5 years probation. Again in 1983:

assault and rape in Texas.

He gets 10 years in El Paso.

He's released in 3 on the

condition that he leave Gringoland.

So he crosses the border and

blesses us with his presence.

Here in Jurez:
three drunk driving arrests.

Two rape charges in '95.

He walks both times: no evidence.

A year ago, kidnapping and sexual assault of,

what was her name? Karen Rocha.

- The dead woman we found.

- He walks again.

Chief, I see a progression.

In the U.S., he attacks three

women and winds up in jail.

Here, he rapes a woman,

and nothing happens.

So he figures, this is paradise.

He starts killing them and nothing happens,

until he's murdered 46 in three years.

How'd you get that number?

I took out domestic abuse victims.

Let's say he kills a woman every month.

- It's just a hypothesis.

- Without any hard evidence.

Listen. I didn't graduate from

The Mexico City police academy,

but here in Jurez, I got plenty

of tricks up my sleeve.

Put him behind bars,

and his super lawyer will

have him out in no time.

No way. Cousin Juanita!

- You're wet!

- Sorry. I'm all sweaty.

Come inside.

How was the trip?

Sit down.

From Cintalapa, Chiapas, to Villahermosa

From there to Mexico City;

From there to Durango, then here.

-Two days on a bus.

-So my uncle let you come after all?

Hang on... He sent you two things.

Gimme a second.

He figures, he's gonna die soon,

and since all the single men left town,

he let me come.

You know the last thing Pa said?

I'm getting on the bus, and he says:

"Don't you come back pregnant. "

C'mon. I'll show you your room.

- A room for me?

- You're not in a village anymore.

A whole room, all to yourself.

- For real?

- Yep.

Hold still.

I'll take out the Indian, you'll see.

Look cousin, that's the United States.

- Where?

- There!

Someday I'm gonna cross.

You're not crossing the street

without my permission, kiddo.

If I ever told you I love you

that I'd give my life for you

if I ever told you I loved you

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