Cristo Rey

The Dominican Republic and Haiti

share a unique geographic situation in the Caribbean:

two nations on one island.

1.2 million Haitians and their descendants

are estimated to live in the Dominican Republic.

80% of them are undocumented.

This is the story of one of them.

Born of a Haitian woman and a Dominican man,

Janvier lives in Cristo Rey, an area controlled by drug lord El Bacá.

An island... two worlds

Show me you papers.

Immigration! Immigration!

Open the fuckin' door!

Get off me!

You son a bitch!

You don't own the streets!

Hey you!

- Papers! - I have my papers.

Fake, for sure!

Stay right there!

Stop!

Dammit, where did he go?

No idea.

Is it El Bacá?

A Haitian.

Haiti! Come here the truck's waiting for you!

Mom!

Go back!

You go!

Colonel, you know I have a wife and a son.

Plus, I get a shitty pay. I don't want a machete in my back!

My name isn't Haiti.

What's your name?

Janvier. I have papers.

Jan... what? Can't even pronounce it!

Motherfucker!

Fuck your papers!

I decide who goes on the truck and who doesn't!

Tell me where El Bacá is?

Anyone who hides a criminal

is also a criminal!

Is that clear?

Drop that machete dammit!

Shoot him and you're dead!

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Janvier!

Damn, Menor...

I hadn't seen you here in a while.

I'm hungry.

Why don't you call room service through this intercom?

What's the joke?

C'mon, say it... college boy, what's the joke?

Chill out, Menor. We're all in the same boat.

In the same boat? I don't think so man.

You think you're better than all of us.

You're a goddamn tire burner.

Tire burner.

Tell me, wasn't it you who set a bus on fire with people in it. Murderer!

Kiss asses like you were put in here to see what they can find out.

Find out what?

You don't fit in!

No, he doesn't fit in.

There's three kinds of people in Cristo Rey.

Us tigers.

We get by anywhere, even in the desert.

Right.

Then there are those who can't pull a job but do their thing on the corner.

Then the dancers, athletes, and those who work for the community.

Then the rest...

are these goddamn Haitians, who have been invading our neighborhood

and what's left is trash like you.

Cut out that damn shit!

It's Pedro Lee.

Well done, Haiti.

You're active.

What the fuck's going on?

The brothers making trouble.

The Haitian and the Dominican.

You been playing tough guy lately.

You guys know what I'm after.

I want El Bacá.

The one who helps me

will turn out fine.

I can help his family...

and his mom.

I'm supposed to let you guys out of here.

This morning, some communist came to see me.

He said I've been making illegal arrests.

If that bastard knew all I have to do

to keep this shit in order,

he wouldn't say a fuckin' word!

Martínez...

Colonel...

What is it?

Where's my mom?

We sent her to the end of the world.

Let's go.

Come, come, come.

Dominican Republic Haiti Border

Janvier...

Rudy...

My sons, what happened?

Everything's fine, bro. We'll meet soon.

Sure, man. Send my regards to Hector Ignacio.

I'll take care of that. Ok, bye.

I'm good.

How about you?

I don't like to leave you alone.

Why don't you go away awhile?

Montilla is after you.

Nobody will get me out of Cristo Rey! You got it?

They're saying that...

Don't listen to what people say.

They spread gossip to break us up.

They're jealous of us, don't you get that?

Remember...

since mom went away, who's looked after you?

Me, right?

Well then?

Go on now.

Take care.

Bye, Pedro Lee.

Take good care of him.

Jocelyn...

Remember this.

It's only and you and me alone... against the world.

You and me.

- Remember that. - I will.

Pedro Lee,

You will be the next me, you hear me?

You're going to represent me, bro...

Go out there and find that goddamn snitch.

What's up, boss? We're all set.

This is Pedro Lee, talk to him now. That's what I'm talking about.

Yeah, boss?

I got no money today.

Times are tough.

Do what you want man, I don't care.

Bacá, El Menor won't be talking to Montilla again.

I shut that squealer's mouth up forever.

Look, he's dead.

Get out of there, goat!

I need to talk to El Bacá.

I don't know where my brother is.

Why'd you bring me here?

How can such an ugly fatso have such a pretty sister?

Colonel Montilla, can I help you?

García!

My favorite communist!

Many memories.

Way too many.

I'm surprised you turned out a cop instead of a ball player,

you sure did a lot of batting!

See you soon.

Let's go.

Imperialism eating us alive!

- Teacher... - Wait.

Let's talk about what matters.

Learn this song for the rehearsal on Saturday.

It's by Luis Díaz. A great piece.

You guys don't know Luis Díaz.

This is hopeless! All is lost!

Mr. García, we already tried. I can't do it.

How can you say that?

You have great talent.

Talent!

Theater is about passion and life.

You have life, but you lack passion.

You have to find it.

...and find it quickly because...

Dr. Cruz Jiminián said he's coming to see the rehearsal on Saturday.

If this man he likes it, he'll invest some money in our show.

You know we need this money.

- This Saturday? - Yes, this Saturday.

You have to be there... Hang on.

Jesus!

Smoking's not allowed in school!

Hey, honey. I think Mr. García is into me.

Sister, you can't waste your Saturday on a stupid rehearsal.

Let's go to El Drink.

My brother doesn't like that.

That's why you gotta have fun now.

You'll end up a spinster.

Mind you, conjugal visits are allowed in prison.

I suppose you're talking from experience.

You're going too far!

Anyway, I'll end up in a convent.

Serves you right.

No one comes near El Bacá's sister.

How about me?

I took you out.

And I'm out of here.

Stay, mama.

Not sure, handsome.

Don't do that, babe.

Hey, can I walk you home?

- No, Rudy. - Why?

How can you ask why?

You vanished, and I was worried about you.

Then I found out you were messing around.