Julia Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 2008
- 144 min
- 232 Views
We're coming in.
I have you in sight.
There's another one too.
There's a man
running with bags.
We've got a man running
with bags underneath him,
- but don't know-
- another one, hard right.
Border protection.
You are in US territory.
Border protection.
You are on US territory.
You are in US territory
illegally and are under arrest.
Stop the car immediately
or we will open fire.
This is your final warning.
Stop the car or we will open fire.
I have an unidentified
vehicle.
This is your final warning.
If you do not stop, we will open fire.
You are now
in Mexican territory,
under the jurisdiction
of the Mexico Police Department.
A brown vehicle containing
unidentified passengers
just crashed through the border
and are now in Mexico.
Yeah, okay.
And, uh... what are
those things there?
The-
are they bananas?
Yeah, one of those.
- How much is that?
- 25 pesos.
Uh, in dollars?
- Do you take dollars?
- 2.50.
Okay.
Thanks.
Hey, this is all they have.
I got some chips.
Are you hungry?
Why am I here-
in this place?
I went to get gas and...
I didn't wake you
'cause you were sleeping.
And when I came back...
guess who had gone?
Don't you remember?
I drove around that entire
desert like a crazy woman.
You didn't hear me?
Didn't hear me hollering?
Completely f***ed my car.
I had to get a new one.
- Where was I?
- Well, good question.
Listen to me,
you're a f***ing kid.
To go off into the desert
like that
is so f***ing dumb.
- What would I have told your mother?
- I don't want to see her.
What do you mean you
don't want to see her?
I wanna go home.
Look, we're so near it now.
You know, we crossed
the border last night.
We're in Mexico now.
We're in her country.
We're in your country.
This is Mexico?
Is this where she lives?
Hey, how about that?
You like that?
- No, those aren't good.
- Why not?
- It's got a ball-
- I can do it myself.
I'm gonna go over there, okay?
I'll wait for you there.
Okay?
I'm gonna be
watching you, okay?
Uh, excuse me,
could I have a cerveza?
Please? A cerveza.
There.
Do you know a good-
a cheap hotel
Near here?
Thanks.
- What is cheap for you?
- Uh, I don't know.
Not expensive,
not- nothing fancy.
Just some- I don't know,
family place?
Cerveza, por favor.
- You want help?
- No, it's okay, thanks.
You need a hotel?
I know a pretty good one.
It's around here.
I can show you.
It's like two blocks
in the main street-
- I'm just waiting on a friend.
- Oh.
You shouldn't be
alone here, you know?
- Oh really?
- Uh-huh.
A pretty lady like you
in Tijuana?
This is bad for you.
- Oh, it is?
- Mmm.
Why is that?
You see, I don't want
to scare you, but...
- You don't want to scare me?
- Well, I mean,
No, really.
This town is full of thieves.
Mmm.
Yeah, you better go
to a beautiful place.
We have a lot of-
Mazatlan,
por ejemplo...
Puerto Vallarta
is beautiful.
Acapulco is
very touristic.
So I can take you.
I can be your guide.
I can take you there
if you want.
Oh, I see, right.
You can be sure of one thing:
that when I am in the market
for a tourist guide,
I'll remember you,
Mr. This-is-bad-for-you.
So I'm Diego Sierra.
You got nothing better
to do with your time, Diego,
than hit on gringos in bars?
What if she calls
and you're sleeping?
I'm not sleeping.
I'm just closing my eyes.
You have no idea
how tired I am.
Will you turn off
the light?
I'm all dressed.
Great.
- Welcome?
- It's Julia Harris.
I'm calling for the money.
Tom's being treated well.
He's okay. Nothing- nothing
bad has happened to him.
Now listen to me.
A man came to see me.
He recognized you
from the papers.
He had, you know, a lot of problems
with his wife and his kids.
If you know what I'm talking about,
don't say his name, just say yes.
Yes.
Now the police don't know
anything about him.
And I choose to trust you and you
know you can trust him as well.
He's your friend.
He will give you the money
and you will give us back Tom.
He'll be on his own,
no cops,
and then I want you
to disappear.
Okay.
All three of us must make sure
Tom is coming back home.
I'll call him now.
- He is waiting.
- Okay.
- Man:
Yeah?- Mitch?
- Is that you?
- Julia.
I suppose you talked
to Whytekear, right?
Julia, you can talk.
Nobody's listening in, Julia.
- Is the boy all right?
- Yeah, he's fine.
- Just don't hurt him.
- Don't hurt him?
Is that what you
think of me, Mitch?
And I suppose you- I suppose
that's what you told him, right?
That I'm some- what?
alcoholic degenerate moron?
No, that's what he thought
before I talked to him.
Okay?
Listen, I'm interested
in one thing.
One thing!
Getting that kid back home, yes.
Okay. Well...
- you bring the money here.
- Where?
In Tijuana-
At the airport.
When can you get there?
Was that her?
Yeah, she just Hung up.
Why didn't you get me?
Huh?
Oh, I wanted to,
but she wanted you to sleep.
It seems like she has to come down from
the mountains- that's where she's from,
and she'll be here
tomorrow.
Why did she say to let me sleep?
Listen, why don't we-
the two of us,
- just celebrate, huh?
- Celebrate what?
Your mom's coming tomorrow, huh?!
- Really?
- Yeah, a fiesta!
Thanks.
Okay, we'll have
two orders of that,
And... what?
Why do you have to order for me?
- You have a better idea?
- I can pick my own!
Well, pipe up, buddy.
Come on, what do you want?
You can make sense
of that?
Time's up. We'll have two orders
of that- the carne con frijoles,
and I'll have-
with fries.
And I'll have
another gin- triple.
Can you get through yours?
Not very well.
- Ah, my shirt!
- What?
- It's got ketchup on it.
- It's okay, just wipe it off.
- Get it off, get it off!
- I can't even see it.
- Get it off.
- Just wipe it off.
Let me do it then.
Let me do it.
She's not gonna notice.
I mean, kids are always dirty.
Everybody knows that.
Listen to you,
Mr. Get-it-off!
I heard your grandfather
coming through there, mister.
Oh yeah? Well, when my
grandfather started out,
He had nothing.
He's tough.
My father's dead
because he was weak.
He wasn't able to see what
was important in his life.
- You never even knew him.
- He chose drugs over me and my mom.
I knew that about him. He was always
gone, leaving me and her alone.
I don't want to be like him.
Well, sure,
so he f***ed up.
But, you know, I mean,
what? He took drugs?
I have news for you.
Not everybody is 100% perfect.
I hate him.
You don't have to hate him.
He's dead.
It doesn't count anymore.
When you were born,
He thought that you were the best
thing that had ever happened to him.
Oh yeah? That's 'cause the
rest of his life meant nothing.
Your mother and your father, they
had years of happiness together.
And you're
the proof of that.
My mother is a lost soul.
Your mother
is a lost soul, huh?
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