Help us.
We've been down here for days.
The boy...
...is sick.
How long has it been?
Too damn long.
Has to be a week since we left.
And barely a drop of water left.
We must be close...
My son gave me this.
"To light the way," he said. "Through the darkness."
His fever is getting worse.
I'd hoped it would pass...
We'll be there soon.
Where is there?
I promise you, Inez...
He will be okay.
Look at me.
We're going to be fine.
From one cell into another...
I want to go home.
And the doctor?
He's getting worse, Esteban.
It's been days. They're not coming.
Surely, they wouldn't leave us here. Would they?
Who knows what happened!
But you're right, we need help.
We need help.
Help me.
What are you doing?
Help will come. If they have a reason to.
You could kill us all.
They have already left us for dead.
It worked once.
It can work again.
Esteban... You've done enough.
Cover your faces!
"A light in the darkness..."
I can't believe it...