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You dreamt that last night?

I dreamt it while I was working.

I kept on going. Pull, wind, release.

I didn't close my eyes or skip a piece.

What you dream in 1 second,

takes 5 minutes to tell.

Really? Well, that must have been it...

You're laughing at me?

I'm just looking at you, Juana.

I brought this for you.

- We'll listen to it in your truck.

- All right.

Or at your place.

Are you all right?

There, there now.

That kata was the Cat.

Here goes the Dragon.

What?

Don't play dumb.

Well, I know my katas too.

For example, this is the kata of...

The kata of...

Kiss me?

We should talk to your father first.

He's in Cintalapala, Cutberto.

And he doesn't have a phone.

With Mrgara, then.

Why? She's my cousin, not my Ma,

may she rest in peace.

Cutberto...

What?

I want you to know... it doesn't

matter we're alone here,

without our parents.

This is serious for me, Juana.

Real serious.

For me too.

From General Electric,

from Toshiba, from esparza...

from Maderas Nacionales.

From Ford.

Women who worked at different plants.

The Cheros locked us up in basements.

All of them downtown, I think.

I met another four women.

- Were any there over 3 months?

- Nobody I met.

They call it Angel's Delight.

They rape you every day.

But they save the Delight...

for when they're going to kill you.

They tell you all about it.

During the final rape, they strangle you,

and then you really squeeze your sex tight

because you're about to die.

They raffle it off,

and whoever wins, enjoys.

Tell her to see me outside.

Write any names you remember.

What's up, Chief?

You helped the victim

and let the rapists get away.

- She was bleeding.

-Bleeding to death from her breast?

- I thought that...

- You didn't think, you felt!

That's why women make

good nurses and bad cops.

We'd have those f***ers and

she'd be in the hospital,

if you'd gone after them

instead of the victim.

- All right, I made a mistake.

- I'm taking you off the case.

All you've done is drive

around in the desert.

I'll release The Sultan for

lack of evidence.

We arrest him...

and the Cheros kidnap and kill women.

Like they had a deal.

Let's plan a raid and nab all

the Cheros the same night.

How many cops do you need?

How about transportation, weapons?

We're in Jurez, woman.

Here the motto is:

Ain't got none, no can do,

couldn't be done.

Yes? Be right there.

They're here.

Hello.

Welcome, Hilda.

Thank you very much.

How about some wine?

Thanks.

How will you support this child?

Like I said. I'll work in the factories.

Yes, but you didn't think it through.

Where will he stay while you're at work?

I'll figure out something.

You'll tie him to the crib, like the rest?

- Better than not being born.

- Who says it's better?

I don't want to have it. God does.

Those bastards left you in pieces.

Don't keep punishing yourself.

The important thing is you have a choice.

I can take you to a doctor

and cover expenses,

but only you can decide.

So this is what you do

in your spare time.

You go around in circles.

When is this raid going to happen?

Jurez doesn't have the officers

and victims aren't a priority, so...

it's never going to happen.

There's a story I read.

A town in India holds a ceremony

once every full moon.

Until one night, a tiger shows up...

and eats someone. They flee in terror.

A month later they gather again,

scared this time.

Same story:
the tiger jumps out,

devours someone, and escapes.

The next month, the town

gathers again, but this time...

they're not scared, because now

the tiger is part of the ceremony.

He forms part of the ritual.

Easy for the world to say,

how can this be?

Just like these murders.

A woman dies every month, or every week.

It's expected, and no one cares.

It bothered us for a while, but now...

we're just waiting for the tiger to come.

Is Assistant Director Arizmendi in?

Where am I calling from? From home.

And you think a front page

would change things?

I'll send facts from my files,

and I can even write the story.

No Sara, I'd send a reporter,

but I'll tell you why I can't.

And please, don't be offended.

Women being raped and murdered

in Jurez isn't news anymore.

But you could make front-page news...

out of murdered women not being

news anymore in our country.

Sara, explain something to me.

This is big:
why ask me,

and not the director?

Because these women are killed

solely for being women.

So you think front page is too much.

State news, page what?

Six? Or the crime sheet.

Got it. Let me rethink this. Thanks.

Get me the Bureau Chief

at the New York Times.

Jurez is the world's biggest

producer of sex crimes.

I don't want any discussion.

That's how they see us today.

I want answers.

I don't want speeches about

social decay in Ciudad Jurez.

I want proposals, fresh solutions.

Above all, visible solutions.

Do I make myself clear? Visible!

- Personal defense courses for women.

- A campaign on radio and TV.

Lighting in poor neighborhoods.

More officers, more weapons,

more lab equipment.

Public transportation in slums.

A police raid to arrest suspects.

Roger.

Let's go, Fierro.

Weren't we supposed to meet here?

In a minute. He's teaching

me the quebradita.

- You're coming with me.

- You're not married, bro'.

Come with me, right now.

Nobody move, police!

Good evening, Jurez.

The powers of good were miraculously

unleashed, armed to the teeth.

Victor Peralta here, reporting on an

extraordinary event that took place tonight.

Under Captain Blanca Bravo,

officers from the state capital

surrounded the downtown area.

They caught the Cheros gang leader

The Fish and his sidekick, The Bear.

They caught The Wolf and his coke dealers.

They caught Margarito, Ledezma,

The Stag, The Ox, The Bull...

All the flora and fauna that were

taking over downtown Jurez.

They also picked up a few good

citizens who were out having fun.

A perfectly planned operation,

without a single shot fired.

Oh, and three kidnapped women

were rescued from a basement.

More to come on this, our news program.

This is Vctor Peralta. Good night.

Don't look at me, f***er!

A message for your Chief:

He should have tipped me off

about the time, date and place.

And you tell him not to rest easy.

Because he owes me a life.

And I'm gonna take it.

A**hole.

Next group.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Hold your numbers up.

Hilda.

Thirty-three.

Thirty-three.

I'll be right back, kiddo.

Next.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Numbers up.

No one.

No one.

Step back. Outside. Move.

- Juana, I'm talking to you.

- What do you want, Cut?

Let's talk. I'll take you home.

- Dude, take it easy or I'll...

- Quiet, this is my problem!

I work 9 hours Monday through Friday

so I can do what I want on Saturday.

Why don't you love me anymore?

I feel like we belong to each other.

I'm not marrying him in

three days either, Cut.

I'm my own boss.

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