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[musical theme resolves]
[wind howling]
[melancholic ambient music]
[...]
[thunder]
[moving musical theme plays]
[...]
Hi.
-Hey.
-Watch.
Be safe!
-[child voice] Rachel! -Benjamin!
-[Rachel laughs and kisses] -[Benjamin] Did you bring new...
...toys?
-No but...
Look what I brought. I brought some...
some fish!
[Benjamin grunts]
[sighs]
[strong wind]
[Rachel reading] In the morning of life came the good fairy with her basket and said,
"Here are gifts. Take one, leave the others."
"And be wary, choose wisely, oh choose wisely for only one of them is valuable."
The gifts were five.
Fame, love, riches, pleasure, death.
The youth said eagerly,
"There is no need to consider!" And he chose pleasure.
He went out into the world and sought out the pleasures that youth...
delights in,
but each in its turn was short-lived and
disappointing, vain and empty.
And each, departing, mocked him.
In the end, he said,
"These years I have wasted!
If I could but choose again I would choose wisely."
See Benjamin? We have to choose wisely.
We have to be wise.
So how was your day?
[silence]
[Rachel] Why aren't you eating anything?
I want new toys.
[Rachel] You want new toys, huh?
You weren't listening.
Ben, you can't have everything in life!
No new toys.
[squeaking noise]
Fine, I'll get you something. OK?
Next time I go out, I'll look for something.
[eerie ambience]
[distant yelling]
[Rachel sighs]
[outside yells continue]
[woman screaming]
[Benjamin] Rachel?
-There there...
Good baby.
[screaming intensifies]
[screaming stops]
[crying] Just let me sleep...
[kisses]
[alarm jingle]
Today's the day.
[alarm stops]
[phone dialing]
[woman on phone]Hello?
-Hey mom!
Thanks for sending me that check. It came just in time.
They didn't cut off my electricity.
-Glad to help honey.
-Listen mom, I'm calling
because the UNP just gave me a job offer.
I'm hoping it will pay the bills and
help keep my art business afloat.
-Congratulations, it's about time. I'm just so happy for you!
-I'm meeting a congressman today.
-Oh my god!
-It's sort of a job interview, but
but everybody knows that if you get a call from them at all
it means you're hired.
So how's your pregnancy treating you?
-I'm okay! When I was pregnant with you, your father,
god rest his soul, would buy me these garlic crackers
that got rid of morning sickness, but they're a little hard to find
so I'm trying out these garlic sausages that are just fabulous.
And the shop around the corner,
makes these strawberry milkshakes that are to die for!
-Mom?
How do you think Dad would've seen all this?
-Rachel,
when your father died, we weren't exactly on speaking terms.
And besides, you need the money.
As long as you keep true to yourself,
you'll be okay.
[alarm jingle]
-Mom, I gotta go bake a pie and
pick out something modest to wear, since
the UNP even has a dress code.
-Good luck with your job interview honey.
Remember Rachel, whatever benefits you get out of them,
they're getting more out of you.
Do you remember that recipe you did when you were back here?
Back on the fourth of July? I was wondering,
does it have anything to do with garlic?
[radio host]--wing extremist, the UNP
quicky spotted his growing popularity in South Florida
due to his unconventional direct and practical solutions
to the scandalous local city corruption.
I recently caught up with the congressman and he conceded the network
a formal interview, which is available on our website.
Here are the highlights:
Do you believe some United States citizens
shouldn't be allowed to vote based on their annual earnings?
[male voice]No, that idea has been largely
criticized due to the media's con--,
persistent stereotyping and
taking things out of context.
This country was created for a specific type
of American, and anyone that falls...
falls out of our founding fathers ideal
not not fit to vote. It's a luxury that cannot be taken lightly.
And too many irresponsible voters cast their ballots
only to the candidates with the biggest publicity campaign.
[radio host] -So do you believe in democracy?
[male voice]That word, is misleading,
and inflated to unreal proportions.
We are not focused on names,
or titles, but on actions.
On actions.
Our labor is aimed at the very best
interests of the struggling American family.
I'm a democratic man, but this party
never really watches out for--
[music]
[Rachel] Hi, it's Rachel. It's...
about the...contract?
-Mhh
[TV] ...under that amendment, Anderson would be able to get elected indefinitely..
What are your views on that Bob?
-Well Miller, it's always a scary process.
to undo an amendment. It's not even technically possible
except when done this way.
You should've come earlier.
-Am I late? -No.
[TV]...Michael Anderson, why not elect him again?
-So unfortunately, we've run out of time here.
Thank you so much for taking a moment, to share.
Your comments are always appreciated.
-Mr. Rivero?
[TV]Breaking news coming this morning...
...concerning a series of mortar attacks,
yes, deliberate mortar attacks,
on Jewish communities.
The bombs seem to have fallen out of nowhere around eight AM.
-So, the UNP has a channel now?
[tsk]
-Oh! Eh, um...
Baking is just a hobby of mine.
I thought it would be good for celebrating.
It's peach. I baked it myself.
Maybe wine would've--
[Mr. Rivero] How do you know you've been accepted?
-I know I have.
-Sit down.
-I see you have a saxophone.
They were so popular in the eighties.
My dad owned one.
[other man] How did he die?
Was it cancer?
Look.
Many years ago,
hunters killed so many buffaloes in the western part
of this country
that today only a few remain.
Do you know the reason, Rachel? You know?
Greed.
Greed created the media.
The media is the most powerful weapon.
Goes further than any rocket
and deeper than any bullet.
We are in a century of visuals.
We need an artist, we need an illustrator.
We need propaganda, Rachel.
Look we know that you are the best at advertising.
We know that.
But we also know
that you sympathize with these resistance fighters.
This shaky tendency of yours is unacceptable.
-My political inclination has been...
undefined.
But I had hoped none of that would matter.
I mean, we all search for answers at some point in our lives.
And I really want to believe that,
that my search is over this time.
[Mr. Rivero] See that sign?
I can't stand the sight of it.
I trust,
you will be more convincing?
Benjamin.
Benjamin!?
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
[woman] This is a pine cone. It's round.
-[woman] Oh. -[Rachel] Oh.
[sighs]
Hi.
How did you get in?
[distant crows]
[eagle calls]
-[Rachel screams] -[crash]
Aah.
No.
[fire crackles]
[Rachel] Don't get too close.
[Rachel coughs]
Ahh.
[thunder] -Ahh!
[water sounds]
Well, I was planning on washing these anyway.
By the way Benjamin,
That was a very naughty thing you did this morning,
Opening the door like that.
I know Rosa
isn't a stranger,
but you can't open the door.
Ever.
I forgot to tell Rosa to bring your milk
today, so I'll have to go by and bring it up tomorrow.
It's a long walk but,
Tina will take care of you meanwhile.
With the bicycle broken now,
it'll just take...longer.
I'll even have to walk to Mr. Rivero.
Now that's far.
Oh! I forgot to tell you!
We're finally getting that permit!
We'll leave Florida in just two months,
and...
...and go up north.
There are lots of kids up north.
They're going to want to play with you.
Are you going to play with them, Benjamin?
Yeah.
[laughing]
[hopeful music]
[melancholic music]
[...]
Rosa!
Rosa! It's me Rach--
[rumbling]
[male voice] Rachel.
[cows mooing]
-Is Rosa here?
I... I came for the milk.
-Yeah.
She's in there.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Oh! -The milk.
[wind chimes]
[cow moos]
Well.
-How's the boy?
-Mhh, good.
-Mhh.
Here.
You need this more than we do.
[music]
[...]
[door knocks]
[Rachel panting]
[Rachel] Oh.
[opens and closes drawer]
[squeaky door]
[backpack zips]
[chuckles] You shaved.
I want... I want them done by Monday.
Twenty posters...
four...
eh, banners...
and one billboard...
design.
-It's too much.
These larger works require
a lot more paint than usual, and...
and I'm running out of supplies...
acrylics, oils, brushes,
everything!
Where am I going to find the resources-- -That's your problem, not ours.
-All right.
I'll go out and sack another art store or something.
But...
you do realize
I can't keep producing propaganda for the UNP
without visualizing my audience.
-[grunts] -[Rachel] As an artist I need to see results.
New inspirations.
It can't go on like this.
Mr. Rivero...
my signs...
where does it all go?
With all due respect...
I don't think anybody is seeing my posters.
Because all I see
are works from before.
When we had printers. -Patience, Rachel.
I told you the printers are on the way.
-For these campaigns to be effective
you need feedback,
criticism,
encouragement.
I can't manipulate a society I don't know.
Perhaps if...
if I could see
-No, no, no, no.
-If I could go north, to study. -No, no, no, no.
You know that can't be done.
After Florida's failed separation
the UNP closed all transport,
to and from here.
You know that, Rachel
Or do I need to give you another situation report?
You had one last week.
-How long has it been?
[sighs] Two more months, Rachel. Two more...
months.
You'll be rewarded for these years of loyalty.
-And my brother too.
So...
is there any news from up north?
On my way here I saw an old UNP helicopter.
Do, do you if there is any...
resistance fighting going around Miami again?
-I want them done by Monday.
[hopeful music]
[...]
[music ends]
[ominous ambience music]
[male voice] Rachel!
-[man] Rachel! -[Rachel] What? Oh.
-A little help?
-[Rachel] Is the coffee for me?
-Oh, of course.
Awfully generous of you to buy me lunch,
dearest successful brother,
though I must remind you it is illegal in the city of Miami to give food as charity.
[Rachel] You'll need a license for that!
-It's not charity, it's being nice. -[Rachel chuckles]
[marching]
[Rachel's brother] Remember it's not a humiliation to declare bankruptcy.
It happens.
It could happen to anyone.
-No.
It's not that.
I could care less for what people think.
It's just that, I put so much effort into that art gallery.
It hurts to have something you created
taken away like that.
[tsk]
I guess I'm just destined to be the
poor struggling artist.
-It doesn't mean the public doesn't like your art though.
We all know it sells.
But maybe you should've invested in some publicity to get the word out.
Hired a secretary to manage your accounts?
Perhaps?
-I'm not a failure.
-Nobody said you were.
[distant police sirens]
I played by the rules, and did everything that
supposedly leads to success,
and yet here I am.
Broke.
I am two months late on my rent.
Submerged up to my neck in debt...
I... I owe approximately $84,000.
-Come on Rachel, don't paint it so bleak and depressing. There is always a way out.
You could consolidate your student loans and
move in with me and stay in the city.
You don't have to move back into the outskirts of town.
Maybe running the gallery was a little pretentious for these years of
recession.
-Aaron, please.
All my faith and hope
was set on that art gallery.
It was all I ever worked for.
You don't need a business administration diploma
to know that... that the numbers
just don't add up!
They're not my mistakes.
I'm supposed to go bankrupt.
It's all strategically planned so that only
a select few rise.
Everything else is just a myth pack with lies.
I need answers.
So far...
this seems to be the only option.
Either you've developed a truly unique sense of humor,
or have lost your mind completely!
-I'm serious about this.
-Aren't you working for the United Nationalist Party?
-Mhh
-You're currently serving the far-right.
-It's just a job.
-I understand...
your desperation...
but I don't wanna get my sister arrested or shot at
by joining ranks with some bunch
anti-social, unemployed, anarchist radicals!
It's illegal Rachel and you know it!
-How is it illegal to demand our rights as citizens?
We simply seek that our country be returned to us.
-This isn't the way.
The Marxist agenda isn't gonna recapture the old United States.
-Maybe not.
But it's the only strong response to a police state.
What would you suggest?
Signing useless petitions that get you nowhere?
Nobody likes to be played,
to be used as a
mere tool in keeping this massive
capitalistic monster alive.
The crisis could've been avoided.
Yet here we are.
The billionaires fled and left us a crippled and disintegrating union.
So what are we gonna do about it?
Cross our arms and live with the fact
that they shutdown social security and cut-off our Internet access!?
[police horn]
Rachel...
lower your voice. Remember that we're in a public place.
-You see to what we have been reduced to?
I will not live in fear.
I won't stand by and watch how protesting gets outlawed.
Just because we're financially ruined
doesn't mean we're gonna sell out what little liberties we have left.
Tonight, I'm saying that aloud.
-Rachel, Rachel, what has come over you?
Take it easy.
I don't like the way things are headed either,
but taking out a communist flag is just crazy!
They're executing people for that kind of talk now.
It's scary,
but as a traditionally conservative guy,
I'm advising you to not get carried away by this political fight.
There are other ways of addressing the issue.
Can you believe Mom wants to have another baby?
-Yeah.
I know.
-In these times of crisis she wants another mouth to feed.
If it's a boy...
They should definitely name him "Benjamin."
[protesters] Down with the UNP!
[megaphone] ...sick and tired of this fascist police state... [protesters] Down with the UNP!
[megaphone] ...sick and tired of this fascist police state...
[protesters] Down with the UNP!
-[Rachel] Down with the UNP! Down with the UNP!
[...]
-[Rachel] Don't be afraid people! Speak up!
Down with the UNP!
[helicopter sweeps by]
[knobs switching]
[protesters] Down with the UNP!
-[Rachel] Down with the--
[protesters] Down with the UNP!
-[machine gun fire]
-[crowd screaming]
[more gun fire and explosions]
[chuckles] New toy.
[Rachel] Remember you wanted a new toy, Benjamin?
Look.
[Rachel chuckles]
-[Benjamin] Oh my god! -[Rachel chuckles]
[Rachel grunts]
-[Benjamin kisses] -You're welcome Benjamin.
-Oh! I can't believe you're driving so fast!
-[Rachel chuckles] -[toy engine breaks down]
[Rachel] I'll fix it, don't worry.
[Benjamin bangs on toy car and grunts]
[toy car struggles to turn on]
[chicken chicks chirping]
[cutting sound]
[agitated cockatiel bird]
Ugh!
[dog growls]
[menacing growl]
[barks]
[Rachel] Ugh!
[Rachel struggling]
-[hits dog] -[dog whimpering]
[bark]
-[kicks dog] -[dog growls painfully]
[Benjamin] Rachel!
-[dog growls]
[dog whimpers]
[gunshot] [gunshot]
-What happened?
Rachel, I heard a monster -Nothing
Nothing's happened, Benjamin.
[Rachel, painfully] Ahh.
[dog dying growl]
-[Benjamin] Rachel! -[Rachel pants tiredly]
["Stars and Stripes Forever" playing]
[fireworks]
[...]
[Rachel] I'm just here for the show!
Where are you!?
I see the fun house but you're not there!
["Star-Spangled Banner" playing]
[...]
You're in the back?
OK OK, just stay there,
I'll be there, OK.
[fireworks and music intensifies]
-[distant police sirens] -[droning sound]
[noises]
[noises inside house]
[Rachel, worried] Mr. Rivero!
[Mr. Rivero] -Oh, ugh, ah.
ugh!
-[Rachel grunts] -[Mr. Rivero coughs]
-Where you robbed?
Can you stand?
-[Rachel] Did he take anything? -Don't worry.
[tsk]
You have to report this to the proper authority!
-No, don't worry, don't worry.
I got it under control.
But... but, the party has to know
about what happens here!
-Don't worry, don't worry.
-You have to report this to the proper authority!
Ask them for protection! -Rachel!
It's all right.
Looks like everyone knows I have the cure to the plague.
He got it...
didn't he? -Got what?
-The vaccine!
Why didn't he take it?
If I was looting...
the home of...
the party's...
Florida's congressman I'd...
for sure 've snatched the crates of the vaccine,
since the party boasted of...
having the... the cur--
-Time for your monthly shot, right?
OK, well...
Wait here, wait here.
Wait here.
I still can't understand how it spread so quickly
and the millions it claimed.
But you... cant...
detain a virus that's so contagious.
I say it was created in a lab because...
There no... no way something like that could've...
naturally spawned so...
so...
strategically...
uh...
in the nation's most populated cities.
[wood creaks]
[intriguing musical score]
[breaks glass]
But I have seen less and less disease victims lately.
It's almost rare to see anybody stricken.
Although, there aren't that many people [chuckles] left.
But nevertheless, I do think the party's....
cure... is effective.
[music]
[...]
Aah! Mhh....
Ooh!
[Rachel] I was out the other day around the old...
shopping mall on 49th street...
and...
there's another mass grave there.
I... hadn't seen it before, it's...
devastating.
It still gets to me.
[surreal music]
-[humming] -[children giggling]
[...]
Ahh.
[vultures screeching]
[...]
[moving music]
[...]
Ahh!
[screeches]
[Rachel] Go away!
-[man screams] -Dad!
[...]
[gunshot]
[Rachel gasps]
[Rachel mumbles]
[Benjamin makes playful noises]
[noise]
Shh!
[Benjamin makes more noises]
Mh mhh!
[other noises]
-[gasps] -Ugh
Benjamin, I told you to be quiet!
[foreboding music]
Stay here.
[...]
[deep grunts]
Huh?
[struggling]
[Benjamin] What is it?
[Benjamin] What are you--?
[Benjamin] Whoa!
[Rachel pants in distress]
-[gun clip clicks] -[Rachel moans]
[intruder] No no no!
No!
-[struggle] -[intruder] No!
-[blows] -[painful moans]
-[Rachel struggles]
-[intruder moaning in pain]
[Rachel grunts]
[whimpers]
[intruder gasps for air]
[sobbing]
[...]
-[eerie music] -[Rachel sketching with effort]
[...]
[soft whimpering]
[...]
Ugh!
[...]
-[strange glass breaking] -[gasps]
[...]
Ugh!
[music]
[yummy sound]
[sniffs]
[gasps]
[...]
[Mr. Rivero mumbles]
a piece here...
horse here....
rookie....
horse again...
king... no... queen...
[humming]
[wind whistling]
-[gulps] -[clears throat]
[grunts]
[musical tension]
-Aaah! -[chess pieces break]
[knives sharpening]
-[door bangs] -[gasps]
-[picks up gun] -[sword scraps]
[woman speaking spanish] Raquel, are you there?
-Shh!
[Rachel speaking spanish] What are you doing here?
-Well, you told me to babysit every three weeks,
and it's been very long.
Raquel?
What's wrong?
-Girl, open the door. It's blazing hot!
[places sword]
[places gun on table]
[Woman] It's so hot the rocks are melting.
Some heat!
Can I get some water?
-No, I have no water.
I'm sorry.
-Raquel, are you all right?
-Oh...
Tina, Tina, Tina...
I was almost killed.
Right through that window!
This isn't...
living...
[Tina] But you don't have to stay here.
I know where there's a boat.
-Where would I go?
On vacation to...
to Cancun?
-To Cuba.
[Rachel chuckles and laughs]
-You mean Cuba?
Cuba Cuba?
[laughs]
Why haven't you gotten the boat?
-And where is Benjamin?
[chuckles]
-Um...
-If you ever decide to go, I wish you good luck.
-And get some sleep! You have the worst dark circles.
[sad ambient music]
[...]
[Rachel] It's been a long time since...
I haven't gone to Mr. Rivero's...
and now we're out of food...
and everything else.
So I've decided...
Tina's coming to take care of you....
while I'm gone.
You'll be in good hands.
Just behave.
And I'll be back, just like before,
OK? I'll be back.
I'm coming back...
just like... just like we always used to do.
It's so easy for you.
A life of innocence and...
no worries.
Why do I even bother talking.
-[door knocks] -[Tina outside] Raquel?
[ominous music]
[...]
Benjamin...
Benjamin is waiting for me...
I can do this.
I can.
[metal crash]
-[metal crash] -Huh...
[delirious music]
[soft moaning and groaning]
uh... miserable!
-Shh...
You don't need these anymore.
-[gun cocks] -[man] Hey!
Wait! Hey! Wait! I just need the shoes!
-Tomas?
-Rachel?
[injured man groans]
What went on here?
-[injure man continues to groan] -Oh, uh...
A UNP chopper crashed.
[groaning]
[Rachel] Was he on it?
-I don't know. I think so.
But he won't make it.
It's the liver.
Mhh.
[intriguing music]
Where did you get this?
Who gave this to you?
Do you work for Mr. Rivero?
Have you been following me?
-[gun cocks] -Who do you work for?
Where did you get this? Who gave it to you?
[injured man] I will die with honor.
You won't get anything out of me.
-Tomas, why did you leave the UNP?
-What do you mean leave?
-The UNP gives...
interstate traveling passes.
You could've left when your...
when your contract finished. I mean...
Why did you stay?
-The UNP dissolved years ago.
What are you talking about?
Rachel?
[intriguing music]
[door unlocking and opening]
[...]
[coughs]
Do you have a problem with character, Rachel?
With discipline?
With rules? -I...
-With authority?
You were due last month.
Where were you?
-I've been having issues.
It's personal.
What issues could you possibly have?
You live alone.
-Precisely.
It's a tough world out there.
-Well then be tough.
I guess you'll be wanting your shot now.
Mr. Rivero...
What ever happened to Tomas?
[coughs]
Did he resign?
-Sadly...
he died of cancer.
[Mr. Rivero] Did you forget that?
Seems like cancer is killing everyone these days.
[loud coughing]
I've got it.
[opens door]
[low noises coming from other room]
[door opens]
I think...
I would rather not, take the shot now.
[drops syringe]
[takes deep breath]
I haven't contracted it,
if that's what's bothering you.
I haven't contracted it.
A letter arrived today, Rachel.
It explained that we need to adopt a more efficient...
policy.
The era of soft politics is over.
People are angry,
and troubled.
And they need someone to blame for their misfortunes.
Let me tell you something, Rachel.
The jews, and blacks,
will be our scapegoats this time.
-But that easy finger-pointing
is only going to lead to more violence.
Wasn't our second civil war enough?
-Goebbels...
we need your help.
-Help?
You're asking me to incite hate in people?
Against minorities?
The helpless?
-It is the survival of the fittest.
[coughs] and... and the UNP needs to survive.
-I'm sorry but I really don't share your views.
And I certainly didn't sign up for this.
I can't take part in this anymore.
I wanna see that letter.
Where is it?
I'd like to read it myself to understand those directions better.
Maybe your mind's a bit cloudy now. -Rachel!
The means are nothing...
if the intentions are good.
-Are your intentions good?
-Are you gonna start acting like your father now?
Like father like daughter?
-What is this?
-It's you.
-Of course it's me.
I picked this off from a dead guy on the road.
What was he doing with my photo?
I know you had something to do with this.
It's got your name all over it.
So I demand that you tell me, what the hell is going on?
Since when did you know my father?
-Who didn't know your father?
The most prominent opponent to the UNP.
-Who also died of cancer.
Mr. Rivero no offense, but this is all turning into one big show.
I mean, I don't mean to complain... constantly...
but I get the impression I'm the only still rooting for the UNP.
I mean, do you have anyone else working for you?
Anyone else?
-They are busy, like you...
running interstate errands.
-Never-ending errands.
So let's just drop the bad joke.
It's lost its pun.
For years, you've kept me in the dark.
Now I just want to know one thing...
there's no permit is there?
-In thirty days...
you'll find out...
just how wrong you are.
What happened to you?
[music]
-It's not just Florida, is it?
It's the whole world!
-If you keep acting like this, Rachel, delusional
I'm going to have to call them to put you away.
Call who?
You're all alone! It's fake!
[music]
Tomas is alive.
And you are nothing but a fraud.
You don't even have a working phone do you?
-Remember your place here!
-I'm not gonna forget about the letter.
And I'm not leaving or even going to attempt to reason with you
unless you show me that last letter from the party's headquarters.
Where do you keep them?
Where is it?
Show them to me.
-No no no no no, Rachel, Rachel....
-They're behind that door aren't they? -No!
-What is behind that door!? -No!
[door smashes open]
[dark ambience music]
[Rachel] What?
My work...
[...]
-[Rachel mumbles] -[music intensifies]
-[Mr. Rivero grunts] -[Rachel struggles]
-[intense struggles] -[chocking]
[Mr Rivero] ugh!
Wait!
Wait Wait!
You don't understand! You don't understand!
[Mr. Rivero echoing in the distance]Rachel!
It's not me! Come back!
Rachhhheeeel!
[voice fades]
[Rachel sobbing]
[hopeful music]
It's over.
-[drawers opening and closing] -[Rachel searching]
Where are you going now?
-We are leaving, Benjamin.
We'll pack whatever food...
and stuff we have left.
Later, we'll stop by Rosa and Eric's farm.
-Why?
-Because we can't stay here!
Look.
I'm done working for Mr. Rivero.
It's time for us to go.
Tina has boat.
We'll go on Tina's boat.
I need you to be very... very strong
OK?
[music]
[unlocks door]
[musical score continues]
[music intensifies]
[wind whistles]
[Rachel pants tiredly]
[cows mooing]
Rosa!
Eric!
OK.
-Rosa! -[gun clicks]
-Eric! -[gun cocks]
[Rachel] Oh...
Eric.
-Rachel.
-I'm leaving.
And I need a place to stay.
Can I stay the night?
-Sure.
[distant commotion]
[commotion continues]
[handles gun]
I don't care what the hell you were doing,
you get off my property!
[thug 1] Listen to this sucker talk about "private property."
Man, ain't no property.
Haven't you looked around?
It's fucking over!
It's the law of the jungle, bruh!
Ain't no place in this world for suckers.
[thug 2 chuckles]
-You get out, or I'll shoot you out!
[thug 2] Slow down man! Slow down!
-[thug 2] This is not your land! -[Rachel] Eric? Who are these people?
[Eric] This morning, I count my cattle
and I turn up with one.
Then I find these scumbags.
They took the cattle in trucks!
-Listen, calm down.
Listen.
We got a bunch of people up north....
OK? They need to eat something. All right?
So let's take it easy.
-[thug 1] Let's talk about it. -[Eric] Not my problem!
[thug 1] We got a community. They need to eat!
OK?
[coughs]
Come on man! Have a heart.
-There's no community!
Everything here is either dead or dying!
Just look at yourselves!
-We don't gotta do this the hard way, man.
You don't wanna kill me.
You do that, you're gonna have a... -[Rosa] What?
[thug 1] whole bunch of people here
ready to skin you alive!
They know where I'm at man! -[Rosa] No.
All right, so save me the speech!
Mama's boy!
All right look... look...
I'm out! All right?
I'm out!
[gunshots]
[empty gun clicks]
[ambient music]
[...] [wind blows]
[campfire crackles]
You were very brave today, Eric.
You defended here.
It was just an unequal fight.
She was a perfect mom.
completely devoted to you...
and an honest woman.
The type that doesn't exist anymore.
And I'll always be a witness to that.
Always.
Eric the fire might attract other people-- -My father...
was a political activist in Miami.
We didn't always live in the country.
When the UNP took power,
there was a man in particular...
he was a congressman...
Dad didn't like him.
He said...
that there was something...
truly evil about that guy.
[Eric] So we published some inside scoop...
about the UNP...
in the paper...
We were branded as
traitors...
enemies of the state....
My father was executed.
We couldn't
live in the city anymore
for obvious reasons.
So we moved in with our...
with my mom's side of the family.
Living in tight quarters,
the plague almost killed us all.
My mom and I were the only survivors.
Now with her--
-No no...
You survived today, Eric, for a reason.
Honor your mother, by keeping up the fight.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
And as Rosa's only son,
it's your duty to push forward.
Don't fight to live...
live to fight.
And keep the memory of your mother alive.
-How am I supposed to...
move on when the farm is destroyed?
-First, I'm gonna clean out your wound.
We're going to adapt
and survive.
And now we walk.
[musical score intensifies]
[Eric]So...
How exactly are we going to do this?
I was told there was a working boat here, I just...
hope nobody's taken it yet.
-And who told you this?
-A woman I know, um...
[Rachel] Come on!
Shh!
Did you hear that?
-Hear what?
-Here there's the--
-What's going on?
Rachel?
Rachel!
[foreboding musical score]
[saxophone playing]
[playing stops]
Why?
How?
-We are the UNP, Rachel.
Everyone is part of it.
How did you find that perfect babysitter?
-You sent Tina?
-We knew you were Jewish so...
we couldn't trust you, completely.
We didn't-- -Shut up!
Shut up!
Just shut up!
There is no UNP!
It's gone forever.
Can't you see you've lost it?
-I think you are the one who's lost it.
-It's over.
I'm through with everything.
Get out of my way, 'cause I'm... leaving.
-Your contract is not over.
-Contract!?
You just can't let go of me, can you?
-I think you are not right in the head.
So...
You need some rest.
We'll forget this episode.
I forgive you.
I don't want to see this end...
like it did...
with your father.
I see it now.
You're the vulture.
That's my father's instrument.
-Wha--?
You took him away from me?
So I could work for you?
Ugh...
-Rachel...
Sometimes things just need to be.
-You killed him.
-Your father was wrong about the UNP.
You killed him.
He got what was coming to him.
-You killed him.
-He didn't know what was best for you
-You killed him.
-The UNP--
I was best for you! -[Rachel screams] You killed him!
[Rachel] You monster!
For six long years,
you kept me locked up in this... this...
wasteland!
Immerged in your lunacy!
You took away my mother...
my father...
my life!
I see it only fit... -[gun cocks]
to take away yours as well.
[musical crescendo]
[gun shot]
[body falls]
[Mr. Rivero moans in pain]
Ugh...
[soft musical score]
[boat engine starts]
[ambient musical score]
[...]