Backyard Page #4

I wanna meet people. Not get tied down.

That's not fair.

Maybe you feel that way now.

But look, I can do whatever I want.

And like they say on TV:

my body is my body.

Let me go, and let's be friends, OK?

Enough already, easy, easy.

Join us macho men.

Don't look back, she ain't worth it.

I'm tired of this work.

I want a huge desk with 8 phones

and 15 secretaries in the state capital.

Not all this hassle.

You wanna know the worst?

That f***er who beat the sh*t

outta you is nuts.

He's got his own private religion,

understand?

- Nope. Why don't you explain?

- Let's see, how do I explain?

- What bullshit will you feed me?

- Yeah, what bullshit...

How about something that

interests you instead?

How about replacing me on the force?

Who they pick depends on me.

- What about Blanca?

- Oh, sorry...

If you're worried about Blanca's future...

- forget about my proposition.

- Come on, Chief.

Of course I'm interested.

Take some time off until your face heals.

Go through the parking lot

so no one sees you.

Sir?

Well done, Chief. Now get this.

After this display, the Governor

wants results. From you, personally.

From me, personally.

I'll make sure we get convictions.

In every interrogation.

I really appreciate this, Sir.

Dead men triple raped women,

and there's no police raids.

Besides, what city doesn't have

both dead men and women?

Problem is, that new cop is more

interested in dead women than men.

Reverse sexism, dude.

But the dead men are always armed.

They're mostly dealers, right?

And they get shot in the crossfire.

But not the dead women. They take

them so they can screw them.

And they bite them or cut off a breast,

some skin between their legs.

If they were armed, at least

they'd have a chance.

We gotta give these

goddamn broads guns?

Keep talking, Oaxaca.

You know a man by how he

treats women and children.

Oh, Oaxaca. That's why

she done you wrong.

You're a loser.

Ma!

Gimme more salsa.

Estela, give Ma a hand. Move!

Look at her. Move it!

C'mon, it's gonna get cold.

Take a hit, Oaxaca.

I'm gonna explain this real slow.

That woman disgraced you.

And in public, to boot!

You gave her everything.

You gave it your all.

and the ungrateful b*tch

stabbed you in the back.

So now you got two choices.

Like seeing yourself double

in these shades.

You see yourself double?

Or you forgive her and keep moaning,

or you don't forgive sh*t

and quit being such a fag.

Street lamps all over the city.

Public transportation where workers live,

a bigger and better police force.

I'm getting to that.

With publicity from big business

and the U.S. government,

you can launch a program making

Ciudad Jurez a model city.

Like the Marshall Plan the U.S. created

in Germany and Japan after World War II.

We're not your enemies,

like Germany and Japan back then.

We're your neighbors.

But it's no good for you to have poor

neighbors, because that means trouble.

It makes us a bad market.

You gave us 1,200 bucks per body.

Just like we agreed, Sultan.

That was the price per woman.

I joked about sales tax.

We had to bring you underwear

and a news clipping for each body.

You paid us 11,400 dollars.

That's why the brand names

are moving their factories to...

China or India. Unless...

We offer highly trained labor here.

Or, less expensive. Not more.

I don't know that f***er!

We have records of the

Cheros visiting you in jail.

They're bringing them in now. We want

to eradicate this kind of situation.

We want some answers.

Here comes Captain Blanca...

What can you tell us about this situation?

Nothing right now, thanks.

No comment, thank you.

- You're famous now, right?

- I don't have press clearance.

Let's talk off the record.

- What do you want?

- To offer you rebuttal.

Because what I'm saying is:

it doesn't fit.

- What doesn't fit?

- The results of your investigation.

-The Cheros didn't kill the last 11 women.

-They confessed, you heard them.

They confessed The Sultan hired

them 3 months ago to kill women.

So how come three victims were

missing over a year? It doesn't fit.

Did you "interrogate" them?

Were you even there?

I'll say on the air the cops

told them what to confess,

and the evidence was tainted

by their use of brute force.

And in the middle of this cesspool,

you're a peculiar figure.

Do me a favor:
leave me out of it.

A cop who has used illegal methods

in pursuit of a legitimate goal:

ending the murders of women in Jurez.

A cop moved by holy rebellion,

because holy rebellions do exist,

but within an impossible context

of corruption and inefficiency

only someone in power could change.

Let's say:
the Governor.

Nice man, good Catholic...

...but totally incapable of making his

Christian will be done in the real world.

- Turn it off!

- You all know him, a man who's deeply--

Hey.

Just a minute.

- This is my cooling system.

- Fantastic.

You never smile.

Not when you take me to see something

awful the same day I get fired.

Is that the Governor's plan?

- So they say.

- My goodness!

Hallelujah, praise be to God.

This very day our Lord Governor

arrives in Jurez to, and I quote,

establish order and keep the peace,

which means chopping off

Captain Blanca Bravo's head

for the sin of meddling with

our very well organized crime.

Take notice, as he descends

from that powerful, silver Pullman bus...

Hit me.

Right in the face, Mrgara.

C'mon. Go for the face or balls,

don't waste time.

See why it's got to be the

face or balls from the start?

Because if not, I've already

immobilized you, just like that.

Thanks, Mrgara. Juana, your turn.

I approach. What do you say?

- Stop right there!

- But I...

- Right there, not another step!

- But I come closer.

Don't go, how come you told him you'd go?

Oh, Mrgara, poor Cutberto.

I really liked him, I feel bad

he's not over me yet.

Every night there's a full moon,

the wind carries the screams.

- And if there isn't a full moon?

- Well, it's quiet and abandoned, like.

It's next to the border fence.

-Tell me where to go.

-Yes.

I'll just make nice and catch

up with you at home, OK?

- Rent some videos.

- You got it.

If you're in trouble, you call me.

- Hey, hot Mama, call me instead.

- I'm your man, princess.

- Ooo, I'm scared.

- Take it easy, Juana.

One o'clock on the dot, you hear?

Don't worry, cuz.

Not just pretty, bilingual too!

- But where the hell did I go wrong?

- Nowhere. I want to meet more people.

There's another name for that.

-If you're going to disrespect me, I'm leaving.

-Wait.

- Since when do you smoke?

- Since you broke my heart, Juana.

Can I tell you something, Cut?

You're making me sleepy.

What's it gonna be, Juana?

You gonna dance with me too?

Or like the song says,

with everyone else but me?

Careful, Cut. You can't

touch me unless I say so.

Stay away from me.

Stay back, not one step closer.

- Let's go.

- What's inside?

What's inside?

A big freezer. Down in the basement.

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