3 MONTHS EARLIER
Yes? Hello?
Hello?
Camila?
Honey?
It's you, right?
Where are you?
Are you going to tell me? Or are you just calling to ask for money?
You see it's not so easy, right?
But you wanted to play the rebel, the independent woman.
You're in the real world, not in a soap opera.
Grow up and come back home!
Or do you want to spend your life trying to achieve something you won't?
Damn it, Camila! Please! Answer me.
Camila, come back home.
Camila? Is that you?
Camila, please answer me!
Let her go!
-Let her go! -Doctor!
Let her go!
What happened?
-What happened? -Where were you?
A gunshot. It was an accident.
A stretcher, please!
-We need to operate and remove the bullet. -Yes, yes, yes. Don't worry.
Come on, help me, help me!
-A gunshot. -Get her head.
-Let's go. -Be careful.
Let's go. One, two, three! Up!
EVERY MINUTE COUNTS
42 HOURS AFTER THE EARTHQUAKE
Excuse me. Where should I leave these donations?
In here.
Hey…
She's my daughter. Have you seen her?
No, sir.
Sir, sir. She's my daughter. Have you seen her?
-No, I haven't. -No?
You? Do you know her?
-No, I haven't seen her around here. -No?
I hope you find her.
Hey, sir, have you seen this girl?
-No, I haven't, sir. -No?
Ma'am, excuse me. Have you seen this girl?
-No, sorry. -Hey, what's up, boss?
No, relax, relax. Don't be scared.
Are you the girl journalist's father?
Do you know her?
We're close friends, yeah.
Hey, your daughter is awesome, huh?
-A lot of us guys wish we had her balls. -Where is she?
Well, I think I saw her over there, in the tents, after the fire.
Fire?
Thank you.
Camila!
Everyone out.
Those who need to be here can stay.
The rest, make room, please.
-Bring the instruments. -Yes.
-Thank you. -Let's clean up.
I need you to stay awake, okay? I'm going to stitch you up.
We'll need help with lighting.
Flashlights, lamps, anything, please.
-Yes, Doctor. -Thanks.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
That's because the sympathetic nervous system
inhibits the nociceptive system.
-You're speaking Japanese. -It's the adrenaline.
But it means your body is working really well.
Well, it better be.
The light.
-Light. -Thank you.
Am I making you nervous?
No.
More light. I need more light, please. Here, here, here.
-I'm really scared. -You're going to be okay.
-Light! -Right away, Doctor.
She's still breathing, but her blood pressure is very low.
I see the bullet. There's the bullet.
We need to get in there.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
I'm here to see my husband, Mr. Ignacio Zambrano.
Private secretary to the Tourism Minister.
-Go ahead, Mrs. Zambrano. -Thank you.
Go ahead.
Move forward, please.
Keep moving.
Okay.
I'll be right back.
-Promise not to move from here. -Where are you going, Mommy?
I won't be long. Stay still, okay?
One moment, ma'am.
Where are you going? Identify yourself.
I'm here to see Mr. Ignacio Zambrano.
I don't know any Mr. Zambrano.
Then I'll see Mr. Guillermo Peralta.
All right. Follow me.
Light. The bullet is in the glenoid cavity.
-It may have moved the axillary artery. -We need to remove the bullet.
I can remove the bullet, Doctor.
No.
I need more anesthesia. Please go get more anesthesia.
-Please go. -Yes, Doctor.
Guillermo.
Irene? What are you doing here? Are you okay?
They wouldn't let me in.
They act like they don't know who Ignacio is.
Thank you, Officer.
The president is about to address the nation and we're busy.
I need to talk to Ignacio.
Ignacio?
Ignacio is at the General Hospital.
I understand your brother-in-law was buried while doing rescue work.
No, he's safe now.
I'm glad to hear that.
Look, stay calm.
I promise I'll make sure someone finds Ignacio, and he'll get in touch with you.
He told me he was coming to talk to you.
Yes, yes. He was here, but then he went back to the hospital.
Right.
But he's not at the hospital.
I don't know what to tell you, Irene.
We're dealing with the disaster left by the earthquake…
Right.
Look, I'm sorry.
I have to get back to work.
But I promise that if I hear anything, I'll get in touch with you, okay?
Of course, yes.
-Take care. -Yes.
-Fabricio? -Irene.
Fabricio.
Please, tell me where my husband is. I'm begging you.
I'm sorry, I don't know where he is.
Irene.
Please.
Silence, please!
We're on air in four, three, two…
Whenever you're ready, Mr. President.
Fellow citizens, I want to share with you our grief and sadness.
Personally, I think it's a big mistake to show Mexico as weak right now.
It's going to backfire on us.
There are countries ready to snatch the World Cup from us.
We have a few hours of grace before help arrives.
Think.
What can we do?
I share the sorrow each of you feels for these losses.
-We're going on vacation today. -Well, that's very nice.
-And where are you going? -To Grandpa's ranch.
Girls, we're leaving.
Okay.
And Daddy?
Mom.
Let's see if we can find him at the hospital with your uncle.
-Yes. Oh, that's great. -Yes.
-We're going to see Dad. -Yes.
We're going to see Daddy.
My deepest condolences
to those who have lost family, friends or colleagues.
I share the sorrow each of you feels for these losses.
We have directed our efforts
to rescuing people trapped by the collapses.
Saving human lives is the top priority in this time of tragedy.
The truth is, when faced with an earthquake of this magnitude,
we don't have enough resources to respond quickly to the disaster.
Unfortunately, the task is not yet complete.
I ask my fellow citizens of the Federal District
to please be patient with us, as you have been so far.
-Contact the government. -We are working day and night.
I am deeply moved by the fraternal spirit and the solidarity
the people of Mexico are showing.
I feel deeply proud of the people I govern.
I feel deeply proud of their sense of brotherhood.
Of their spirit of service.
Of the willingness with which people are coming together.
Why aren't the tents down yet? Come on.
Soldier, load it up.
Load it up, we're heading to the shelters. Let's go. Quick!
Chave, take this anesthesia to Dr. Ángel.
-It's urgent, please. -What for? Where are you going?
I have something to do, sorry.
-We need to operate now. -Yes.
-We're wasting too much time. -Yes.
Let's go.
What happened?
Where's Hilda?
I don't know. She said you need anesthesia.
-Yes, prepare it, quickly. -Yes, Doctor.
You heard the president.
International aid is on the way.
So we have to go to the shelters. We're just in the way here.
Hurry up, get in. We don't have time.
I want those belongings removed now.
Listen, don't let them take your things.
Don't let them take down the camp.
No one is moving us from here.
I have nothing to lose. Let's see if they dare.
They're violating our rights. Hold on.
I can take the bullet out.
Trust me.
I have to save her.
Hey, I understand, but we're wasting too much time.
We need to suture and we can leave the bullet inside.
We'll take it out later, in a proper operating room.
No, we must remove the bullet and close it as soon as possible
to avoid microcytic anemia.
-Ready, Doctor. -Thank you.
That's it.
Thank you.
Okay. Let's go.
Hurry up, soldier. Take him.
Leave me alone! Let me go, bastard!
Let him go. They don't want to leave.
You're the one who stirred them up.
If it hadn't been for you, they would've left calmly,
but you had to pull your bullshit.
Soldier!
-Let's go. And you. -No, you're not doing that to me again.
Leave them, Espitia. Let's go! We'll come back for the rest!
-Go get that leg checked! -Let's go.
Platoon one, stay on watch!
-You, Doctor? -Yes, I'll do it.
Camila!
Cami--
She's my daughter! What happened to her?
A bullet is in her armpit.
-Who shot her? -It was my fault. It was an accident.
You shot my daughter, asshole! Call an ambulance!
-No. Let her go immediately! -You can't take her!
-I'll make sure you rot in jail, asshole. -Please!
-Doctor! -Get him out.
Please help me with the light!
Let's go.
There it is.
Come on. Calm down. Hey.
Look,
your daughter is in surgery with two of the best doctors in this hospital.
They've given their all to keep dozens of people alive.
They've pulled babies out of the rubble.
Your daughter was accidentally shot
because she never backs down and is always on the front lines.
Are you going to let the doctors do their job?
Because otherwise I can't let you go in.
All right.
I promise.
But then she comes with me.
You can do what you want after, if she agrees.
But let the doctors do their job.
All right.
She's his daughter. It's okay.
2 MONTHS EARLIER
"Typist."
TYPIST RECEPTIONIST
ÚRSULA S. NUÑEZ ACHIEVES THE HIGHEST RECOGNITION
BY WINNING THE LATIN AMERICAN JOURNALISM AWARD
Hello?
-Chuy? -Yes, Camila?
-What are you doing tomorrow? -I'm free. Why?
Dust off the camera.
I'm not giving up.
-What blood type is she? -B positive, like her mom.
There it is.
I have the bullet.
Gauze.
We need to suture.
Doctor, thank you for supporting me.
And sorry…
for the way I've been acting.
Right now, after everything that has happened,
you're not an R1.
You're a fully qualified doctor.
Thank you.
And congratulations.
-Dad. -Hi, sweetheart.
-How are you? -Dad.
What are you doing here?
I brought the aid you asked for and I'm here to take you back.
Chave.
Weren't you leaving?
Thanks for bringing the donations.
But I'm not going back.
This is my home now.
What I want is in this city.
Yes, I was leaving,
but I realized that I can't go anywhere without you, without Josefa.
-No, I can't. -Neither can I, Pepín.
But what you did to me isn't fair.
Making me decide now, with everything that's going on?
Chave, I know.
I know. Please forgive me, okay?
I treated you very badly. I'm sorry.
I just want you to know
that there's no one on this planet who loves you more than I do.
I know.
Well, but you could come visit us for a few days in Guadalajara, right?
Of course.
Come here.
Do you…
Do you think we could talk about it calmly later?
But don't disappear. I don't want to lose you, my love.
Then don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do.
And the others?
Dr. Zambrano heard some babies.
-Babies? -We're seeing how to get them out.
Don't worry.
I promise I'll do my best to get them out.
You just don't worry.
I knew you made a cute couple!
Have you seen Camila?
Yeah, I'll take you to her. I'll be right back.
Thanks.
Does it look infected?
No, I don't see any infection.
-But you said it was with a rock, right? -Yes.
Those people just don't understand they'll be better off in the shelters than here.
They lost their homes, they lost their families.
They lost everything.
Can't you put yourself in their shoes a little?
Those people need to feel heard, not displaced.
Camila!
Good evening.
How did it go?
Well, the president accepted foreign aid.
-All thanks to you. -What? How so?
Well, first Jack went in and showed his videos to the ambassador.
And, by the way, he's very tall and not bad-looking.
That's because he was a movie actor.
No wonder!
And he wears velvet slippers.
But the thing is, after watching the Americans' videos,
he said, "Thank you very much," but that he couldn't do anything.
Then I remembered that you had given us the other videotape.
We showed it to the ambassador, and he watched it all.
Then he called Washington.
And he said they would talk to the president
and that we did the right thing by going to see him.
He gave me his card. He told me that if I wanted to get a visa,
I could call him, and he'd help me.
-Great. -Yes.
Did you watch the whole video?
Yes, the three of us were there.
And what did it say?
Your brother said…
that it was his fault,
and of some guy named Guillermo,
that foreign aid didn't reach Mexico.
He said he was very sorry, especially for the people.
But later, he confessed they rejected the aid
to make money off the World Cup.
Who said that?
Someone who just showed us that it is never too late
to fix your mistakes.
He looked very remorseful.
The president wants to clean the main disaster areas
before the foreign planes arrive.
There's no time.
It would be a purely cosmetic effort.
We can't do more.
Looking good will have to be enough.
Understood.
There it is.
How's it going? Do we know anything?
Nothing, Pepín.
Then later, we'll resume rescues in an orderly manner,
weighing each case to see if the effort is worth it,
or if it's just out of desperation, right?
If it's reinforced well, I'll take the risk.
-Okay. -Stay strong.
There's no point in making an effort for something that's already lost.
Especially in this time of economic crisis.
We need to free up the funeral homes
because what's the point of pulling out bodies? Where do we put them?
When the World Cup starts, no one will remember this.
It's time to stop mourning our losses and move on.
There'll be a civil revolt.
People are still trying to rescue their relatives.
That doesn't matter. Let's clean up the disaster areas first.
We need bulldozers to clear everything and use brute force if necessary.
All right, we'll follow the plan.
I'll make sure no one gets in the way.
He's alive. It's a baby. He's alive! .