The Mosquito Coast

Where the fuck am I?

Where are you taking us?

Where are you taking us?

Margot?

Get the fuck off me.

Margot?

Margot, you there?

Margot, can you hear me?

What is this bullshit?

You're Calaca, right?

I'm Allie. You know me.

Yeah, so you say.

Where's Margot?

Where's my wife?

-Hey. -Where were you?

I was here.

Oh, my God. You scared the shit out of me.

I mean, I look away for two seconds and--

You can't do that, Charlie.

Sorry, I was just looking at these guys.

Do you think we should buy one of these?

And do what?

I don't know, like...

set them free or...

They've been raised in captivity.

They wouldn't know how to be free.

They wouldn't know how to avoid predators.

Well, we should still give one a chance.

You are so stoned right now.

Come on. Let's go.

-Photo? -Si.

No.

-Go like that. -This?

They're American?

Yes.

Yes.

Yep.

Things took an odd turn.

Is it a narcomensaje maybe?

No, I guess not.

What about orange hats? Do they mean anything to you?

Should they?

I don't know.

Thing of it is,

I followed Allie and Margot to that market over there.

And I was about to take care of business when they were jumped by about 20 guys.

All of 'em in these caps. These orange ball caps.

Well, isn't that the damnedest thing?

It's a puzzler, for sure.

Either way, you lost them, Bill.

Very bad...

Very. Bad.

The contract stands.

Find them.

Today.

Today.

Aye-aye.

Let's go.

Come on.

Sooner we get this going, sooner we can get me home

to watch America's Got Talent.

-That still on? -Fuck you.

Hey, boss.

Yeah, we're pretty close.

Well, Estelle laid out some bread crumbs for the daughter, Dina.

Oh, yeah. We're feeling really good about that.

Are you feeling good about that? 'Cause I'm not.

So...

I wonder, do you believe in witches?

No.

There's this guy called Friedrich Spee.

He didn't believe in witches either.

He witnessed the Inquisition, going about his business.

Saw a lot of innocent women tortured.

Saw a lot of innocent women denouncing other innocent women

just to make the torture stop.

We've known for 400 years that torture doesn't work.

So why does it still happen, do you think?

See, apparently-- I read this in the bathroom.

At any given moment,

some form of torture is happening in half the countries in the world.

I mean, that's 44% of all refugees to the United States.

I've experienced it.

And it's not like the US is Ajax clean.

I mean, obviously, after 9/11,

they rebranded it as "enhanced interrogation,"

but we all knew it was the same classic recipe just in a different can.

Fuck. Fifty-eight percent of Americans approved.

"Just do it." Am I right?

Maybe that's why we're the happiest place on Earth.

Exactly.

I'll get us a cup of tea.

Fuck. Fuck!

Where is this little snot?

Come back, Dina.

Your country needs you.

And the cartel's waiting to cut you up into itty-bitty pieces.

Oh, come on, Estelle. That's not funny.

What?

Nothing.

-Do I have something in my teeth or-- -No, your teeth are fine.

Then what?

How much do you remember about being little?

How little?

Like little, little. Do you remember the old house?

Which one?

The first one. The one with the TV.

No. Why?

No reason. It's just-- I don't know.

I was just trying to think back,

see if I could remember Mom being pregnant with you, and I couldn't.

Does that seem weird?

I don't know. You were pretty small.

Yeah, but it seems bizarre, right?

I mean, I do remember Dad giving you to me.

Wait. What? Dad--

Dad doing what? Giving you--

Yes.

And he says, "Hold on a second.

You only get a brother if you promise to be nice to him

and take care of him,

and play with him.

It's a pretty big responsibility."

And I'm just like, "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

But, I mean, I don't-- I mean, come on.

I don't remember Mom being pregnant or anything.

Is that weird?

It's just kinda weird that you keep asking about it.

Listen, order some ice cream or something.

I'm gonna...

-I need to use the restroom. Okay? -Okay.

Helpline number.

Fox Family Helpline.

Hello?

Dina? Dina Fox, is that you?

Uh-huh.

Well, thank goodness. I was hoping you might call.

This is Estelle Jones. We spoke a little earlier.

I was at your boyfriend's house, Josh.

Listen, I need you to stay on the phone, okay?

Honey, please don't hang up on me again.

So, I guess you've been reading the newspapers, huh?

I'm sorry you had to find out that way.

-That's not how it should have been. -Jesus, Estelle.

Shut up.

Listen.

What Allie and Margot did was wrong.

And it caused a lot of hurt. A lot of hurt.

But they did it for a good reason.

They wanted to have a family. They wanted children to love.

And they do love you.

But, honey, right now, I need you to tell me where they are.

Can you do that?

Can you tell me where I can find Allie and Margot?

Just, wait.

Charlie, is--

-Is he actually-- -No.

You listen to me, Dina. You listen to me.

That boy is your brother in every way that matters.

Just not biologically.

Lost her.

She'll call back.

-Seriously, what is your problem? -She's just a kid.

Please. I just made that little brat's dreams come true.

Look, I'm not gonna argue about it.

I think it's a shitty thing to tell a kid that age. Shitty, that's all.

You tell me a better way to do what we came here to do

without anybody getting hurt.

She's getting hurt. The kid is.

I'm not talking about the kid's feelings.

I'm talking about people getting bullet-hurt.

-Well, I don't like it. -Well, I don't care.

Finally. What took so long?

Oh, shit. You've been crying?

What? No. Jesus.

You freak, though.

Don't call me a freak, you freak.

Kids, here's your bill.

So, let's start again.

Now, there was a guy...

called Alec Finn.

Environmental activist.

At least that's what he told people he was called.

So how does this same Alec Finn

later turn up working with the National Security Agency?

-"For." -Hey?

Not, "with." You said "with." "For."

-Is there a difference? -Yes, there's a big difference.

Oh, well, then run it by me then, this "difference."

While ago I had a start-up.

One-man operation. Ran it out of the back of my house, matter of fact.

And I let it get acquired by some Silicon Valley assholes

that showed up with a lot of promises.

Which you believed?

What, you? Mr. Anti-corporate here? Mr. No-logo.

What, you stop being a pirate? Join the Navy.

Nobody said I wasn't stupid. Huh?

But, I re-- I actually believed in this thing.

I actually thought I could do some good in the world.

-So what was it? -An algorithm.