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Understanding 9/11tv The Desperate Hours MSNBC December 12, 2015 1:00am-2:01am PST
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both declined jayne's offers of guarantees or collateral. both had a single condition, that their identities be kept secret. which is how a new flurry of negotiations began with the kidnappers and jayne finally received the e-mail she worked so hard to get. we have a deal, it read. be ready to deliver the money. the final amount, at the request of the family and police, was withheld. a fraction of the original demand, but it had to be in u.s. 100 dollar bills. and it had to be done in secret. in the bank, only the manager knew what jayne was doing. >> i had to go in and count it in a back room, and make sure that everything was all in order. >> then she called on her acting skills, stuffed down her anxiety and walked out of the bank.
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>> a couple people recognized me. this is a small town. everyone knows you. so i stopped and talked to people and even put the bag down on the floor between my feet as if it was a yoga bag. i felt like i was stuck in a movie that i couldn't get out of. >> the kidnappers wanted a family member to make the drop. the federal agent said absolutely not. that would only invite a hostage exchange. >> so i went to two of our employees that had been with us for over ten years and they said without hesitation absolutely. >> the kidnappers agreed to the substitution. jayne drove those employees, two brothers, to mexico city, four hours on country highways and then followed very precise directions. what was about to happen in this great city, were it to happen to someone else, would make a fine plot for a suspense flick in some saturday night cineplex, but this was jayne it was happening to and she could have no idea as she came here with her satchel full of money if she was going to free her husband or walk into a trap. were the kidnappers watching her
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as she checked the brothers into the hotel they specified? was she now in danger? she felt an itch in her back as she drove through the gargantuan metropolis. no incident. and returned to san miguel where she put a doctor and psychologist on stand by and called a charter service. might need a helicopter and silence. she demanded proof that eduardo was still alive. she got in return a heart stopping photo. it was him, all right, he must be alive, he was holding that day's newspaper. but the once robust youthful eduardo was now a gaunt emaciated stranger. in their mexico city hotel, the brothers waited with the bag of money, two days, no word. and then finally an e-mail, the men you chose have to leave the hotel at 5:00 p.m. they were to wear summer clothes, even though it was winter, they must mark the
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letter "t" on their car with duct tape. there could be no weapons, no cell phones. any hint of the federal police and the deal was off. the two brothers were ordered to a fried chicken place blocks from the hotel. there would be a note taped to the pay phone. they found it. it was directions to the next stop. on it went, and a macabre scavenger hunt from restaurant to convenience store to restaurant, each stop with a note on the pay phone, a map to the next location, for hours they drove the giant city. >> in the final note, on the inside the note said, this is a photograph, make sure that the person that meets you at the next destination has the missing piece. >> it was the proof of life photo with a hole where eduardo's face should be. >> he was instructed to go down a dark alley at a specific spot and meet this person who would have the other piece of the photograph. >> now the brothers understood
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it was at an end and they followed the kidnappers' directions with absolute precision. there were eyes on them, they knew it. they pulled up to the end of the alley as they had been ordered. one of the brothers picked up the bag of money, walked down the alley and to the remaining brother's horror, disappeared. there in his cold fear, in his car in the dark, he waited and minutes ticked into hours. it was a trap. his brother was taken. later jayne would learn that a strange car hovered nearby, as if to guard the exchange. it was a police car. coming up -- you've got no employee, you've got no husband, you've got no money. seven months of heartbreak, and now she was out of options. but jayne's world was about to change again with a quiet stranger at the door. when "the desperate hours" continues. at the valseca ranch house in san miguel de allende, jayne
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at the valseca ranch house in san miguel de allende, jayne and her federal agent huddled around the dining room table and waited. minutes passed, an eternity.
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the tension in the room became unbearable. something was wrong. she had driven the couriers to mexico city, she had paid the ransom, put a helicopter on stand by. she had done everything they asked her to do, and no phone call, no message, no eduardo. then finally one of the two brothers jayne had sent to drop the ransom had made contact, he was still sitting in his car at mouth of the dark road. he was terrified. his brother had disappeared into the dark, holding on to the sack full of hundred dollar bills. he hadn't come back. and some kind of police car was hovering around. but whoever was in the car did not behave like police. something was wrong. >> we had his younger brother wait for him at that same spot half the night and we got more and more nervous as every minute ticked by. finally the afi agent told the younger brother of the two who had gotten left behind to please
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go back to the hotel room and stay by the phone. >> the rest of that night and all the next day jayne, the afi agent and the young man in the hotel room in mexico city watched the phone, willing it to ring. it did not. >> it took about 24 hours and i got an e-mail. it said, in a cynical way, we have the person you sent with the money, we have counted the money. it is all there. in unmarked bills as we had requested. >> but now, said the kidnappers, now they were holding jayne's employee and would keep holding him so when they released eduardo, he and jayne would have to cough up even more money to get that man back. wait a minute, at that point now you've got no employee, you've got no husband, you've got no money. >> but that wasn't enough for them. these people not only want everything that you have, everything that you can sell, everything that you can get a loan for, they want to wipe you
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out. they have no problem with that. that's exactly what they want. and beat you up and treat you like you are the criminal all along. >> no one, not even the seasoned federal afi agent, predicted the kidnappers would take the money and the man that delivered it. that agent was by now practically a member of the family. he befriended the employees chosen to go to mexico city with the money. he had been the cool one who kept jayne going through her months of crisis. but now, he left the room, stunned. >> my stepson came into the house shortly after, and when he came in, he passed a back hallway that goes to the laundry room where he found our afi agent crying in the back alley. we had never seen him do that. he had always been very professional, very detached from emotions as much as could he be and just completely dealing with what was at task but even he had befriended these two men who worked for us. >> they had failed. the kidnappers had every dollar, it took jayne seven months to gather and now they kidnapped
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jayne's employee. but they hadn't released eduardo. had they killed him after all? if not, where was he? the kidnappers promised eduardo's release 48 hours after the drop. there was no word, no call, nothing to suggest the kidnappers had or would make good on their claim. and here at the ranch, there was a family to care for. life had to go on. two days after the ransom drop in a sad distracted ceremony, they prepared a cake to mark fernando's 13th birthday. >> i blew the candles out and i remember thinking i wish for my dad to come back. >> something like routine resumed. routine in limbo on auto pilot. there were small teeth to brush, bedtime stories to read, breakfast to prepare. it was the morning after fernando's birthday wish, she
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was in the kitchen. >> and as i'm clearing the dishes, someone walked by, it was very quick and it was someone who looked very thin and frail and very, very old and had a baseball cap, florescent yellow baseball cap on, dark clothing. >> she knew the kidnappers had been watching the house. was the stranger one of them? coming up -- >> i'm fumbling for the keys to open the front door to see who this person is, and as i am trying to get the door open. i look up. i don't think anything could have prepared me for what i saw. >> when "the desperate hours" continues.
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it was her 16th winter in mexico. eduardo had been gone 7 1/2 months. she had sold what she could, sent the money, played her hand and still didn't know, had they murdered the love of her life
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after all? had they left her a single mother? was everything happy and pure now gone? it was morning in the kitchen. jayne stared out the back door of the ranch house in san miguel. and that's when she saw it, there was a skeleton out there, a walking dead man, it took a moment to register. it was eduardo, all but unrecognizable, suddenly old man, emaciated, skin and bones. she opened the door. >> i pulled him into me and put my arms around him, and he just felt so cold. it was literally as if he was already dead and i just started kissing him all over his cheeks. he could barely talk. he just whispered and told me, i love you so much. >> it was as if his freedom had come at the last possible moment before death. earlier jayne had put doctors and a psychologist on stand by for just such a moment as this. he refused them. and there by the door, as she held him in her arms, he begged her for her special banana pancakes.
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>> he said when i was ying to dream about what it would be like coming back if i ever was able to, i could always see you standing there at the stove and see you from the back, cooking my food and i couldn't make them fast enough. he just couldn't eat them fast enough. i had to tell him to slow down. i was afraid he was going to actually harm himself. he could not eat quick enough and after he finished the entire batch that would have fed four under normal circumstances, he said now i want yogurt and nuts and granola and fruit and after that i want the eggs. the list kept going on and on. i said, wait a minute. what do you want first? let's prioritize. >> jayne tried to cushion the children from the shock of what they were about to see. >> i brought him his bandanna and a hat and a sweater to try to cover up his bones.
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>> it was the morning after fernando made his wish over his birthday cake for this very thing to happen. >> i just ran and gave him a hug and he didn't have any meat on him, at all. it was just like if i was grabbing his carcass. >> and there he stayed, as the old eduardo crept back into that cadaverous body, surrounded by his children, his plates of food and the woman who fought for him every minute of those months, who cried for him, who saved his life, always jayne. >> he followed me around a lot. he wouldn't let me out of his sight, not even to use the restroom. he wanted to follow me everywhere. >> and here he is now restored. >> i hadn't seen myself in a mirror for 7 1/2 months. >> eduardo garcia valseca uses an expression when he talks about life after captivity. i'm living extra hours. but in those first hours of freedom he found it hard to stand.
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he could barely walk. he had lost half his body weight, weighed barely 80 pounds and could not believe how truly awful he looked. >> the first time i saw myself, against the mirror, and i lifted my t-shirt, i pulled it back on immediately. i couldn't believe i looked like pure bones and skin. i just -- it was too much. >> of course, given what he'd been through, he probably shouldn't have survived at all. the doctor who finally examined him noted late stage severe starvation, liver damage, concussion, three broken ribs and severe stomach infections. but though the kidnappers told him they injected him with tainted blood, he did not have hiv or aids. he hobbled around, bent and brittle, had to be supported up or down the stairs. >> it is like they sucked the life out of me. they just took everything away from me. >> dead in a way, alive but dead.
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>> exactly. exactly. >> and yet, within those first hours and days of freedom -- >> he was already laughing and it was as if drip by drip life was coming back into this skeleton. >> kind of like the first day of the rest of your life. >> completely. >> and then she would see a cloud on his face or sense the torment in his dreams at night. he would suddenly be haunted again. >> he would wake up repeatedly all night and just reach over and touch me just to make sure that it was really true, that i was there, and that he wasn't dreaming. >> at night she would hear him stirring and he would fall out of bed. >> i didn't remember that i was sleeping on a bed. and still i have these flashbacks of i'm not sure if i'm dreaming, and is this true that i'm out, or is this a reflection of my thoughts? >> and then morning would come, and with it the living nightmare.
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it wasn't over, the kidnappers still held their employee, still threatening the whole family with death. and eduardo needed to tell jayne, as he's about to tell us, the real and shocking story. coming up, more than seven months in hell, exactly what he had endured. this is unbelievable. how do you keep your sanity? when "the desperate hours" continues.
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eduardo valseca is a charming and outgoing man. >> happy new year! do you have a message for us in the year 2000? >> with a ready laugh and a zest for life, how, we wondered, given what you're about to hear, is that still possible? he calls it the box. so this is exactly the same size. >> exactly. >> to get a sense of his bizarre prison cell, we build a replica. this is a precise copy of the miserable container in which eduardo was held for 7 1/2 months. here is where the air goes in. here's where it is pumped out. you know, i don't know -- i wouldn't fit in this thing. >> no, no.
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>> just like the original, the inside surfaces are covered in dark abrasive rug, a single bulb in the ceiling, an electronic eye watching. the box is only slightly wider than our own shoulders, barely long enough to lie down in. this is unbelievable. how do you keep your sanity? >> when i first arrived here, and i repeat myself over and over and over, calm your mind down. >> when he first came here, that was the violent ambush in the jeep outside the school. then the bloody semiconscious hooded ride that followed, a blind hustle into a building, up a stairwell on someone's shoulder, the stripping of all his clothes, the sudden confinement in a box. >> the first minute, that's the only thing i ever saw, just that box. >> then the vicious daily beatings and the rules. rule one, no talking, ever.
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communication was by handwritten note. the kidnappers would signal when they wanted to enter the box. >> always twice, always like that. >> that was your signal to do what? >> to put a pillow case over my head, and immediately go like i am right now, put my head against the wall. >> so you would never see their faces? >> never, ever, ever. >> they watched him on the web cam, kept him naked, fed him an occasional piece of fruit or a salad. a small bucket served as his toilet. it was rarely emptied. his kidnappers kept the light burning day and night, blasted the inside of the box with high volume music. ♪ i said, please, just turn off the music, just once, please. they say if we turn off the music, and you are able to hear what we talk about, then we have to kill you. >> how loud was this music? >> very loud to the point that i
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lost 50% of my hearing on the right side. ♪ it was a combination of the loud music and the beating of my head. so, you know, sometimes i went like this after they left the room, i couldn't feel the shape of my head anymore, it was full of bumps. >> the beatings, said eduardo, intensified each time he was ordered to write jayne a new letter, begging her to pay. >> and he would hit me so hard for so long, that i think he only stop when he run out of energy. he would go on and on and on and on. he broke my bones, just kicking me. >> in the days after he was taken from the jeep, he prayed with some confidence that his confinement would be brief. he wrote notes to his captors saying he wasn't the wealthy man they had taken him to be.
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surely, he thought, they would check and discover that. >> i had nothing but high hopes. i thought this is my last week. i really believe in my head, this is it. next week, i'm getting out of this box. >> but he didn't get out, not for a minute, not for a second. he secretly marked off the passing days on saved scraps of paper, slowly he starved. if they gave him a bit of chicken, he would eat the bones as well. an egg, he would eat the shell and the tortures intensified. the kidnappers sent him notes telling him jayne didn't care about him. had moved mother man into the ranch to live with her. and in the end those hours of coffin-like solitude, doubts ate at his mind. >> i started feeling mixed feelings. i thought maybe she's feeling that they're going to kill me anyway and they're going to take the little bit of money that we had. >> they forced him to write those accusing letters to jayne, he said. and when she still didn't pay, they gave him a note announcing they would shoot him. >> they came in, they covered my
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face, they handcuffed me, they put me face down on the floor, so they put a gun right on my leg and they shot me right there. and the pain is tremendous, like a bomb coming from the inside of your body out. >> then two weeks later, again the announcement in advance. you will be shot. >> and now he shot me in the left arm and right here. and again, he didn't want to shoot the bone so he went from here and he came out on the other side. i was not afraid of dying because i couldn't take it anymore. it was just too much suffering and you give up. if i had had a piece of glass or if i had had anything i would have killed myself. >> coming up -- >> put me against this wall with the handcuffs are and i thought this is it. he's going to shoot me.
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dreaming of singing with a mariachi band just like he did at his wedding. he imagined the faces of his children. >> i would hear fernando saying, dad, i miss you. and i would see emiliano so confused. i would miss nayah's beautiful green eyes. >> he was in his box for a total of 225 days. and then, one morning -- >> he put me against this wall where the handcuffs are and i thought this is it. he's going to shoot me. i was hurt. and then i start hearing the sounds and i didn't know what he was going to do. >> but they didn't shoot him. instead they shaved him and dressed him and took the proof of life photo jayne was about to find in her e-mail.
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it was about 4:00 a.m., he reckons, when they tied the hood back on his head, put him in the car and brought him here. they ordered, face the wall. it was a cemetery wall. was he to die? then a voice behind him said start counting. don't turn around until you hit 200. >> i start counting from 1 to 200 right here. and -- >> did you get all the way to 200? >> yes. absolutely. i was so scared, you know. i didn't want to screw it up. >> and then he turned around and they were gone. you had been in that box all that time and here you are standing all alone in the middle of the night, under the sky. what was that like? >> i felt the wind and the space and i could see the stars and those lights, so far away, the first time in 7 1/2 months that i could feel the wind. and i could move my legs and just move away from the wall and i felt really like walking on a different planet.
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>> in a lunch box were two boiled eggs, an apple and a few pesos the kidnappers had given him for the trip home. his legs were so weak he stumbled and fell repeatedly as he hobbled to the nearest highway. he had no idea where he was. >> there was an old man sitting there waiting for the bus for mexico city and i told him where i was going. he told me this is the right bus. >> which is how early that morning eduardo valseca arrived at his own back door and asked his wife to make banana pancakes, unmitigated joy and terror. terror? oh, yes. it wasn't over. >> i couldn't even relish in the moment of having my husband back because we were still dealing with these people. >> now, remember, the kidnappers
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were holding jayne and eduardo's employee, the man who had volunteered to deliver the ransom and for his trouble was snatched at the drop site. so now a new round of e-mail demands began arriving. >> we started negotiating, like the whole thing all over again. >> but it wasn't quite the same, and thus the terror. the kidnappers promised to kill not just the employee if their demands were not met, they vowed to murder eduardo and jayne and fernando and emiliano and little nayah, all of them. >> we're going to kill each one of you and the little bit of money you have left and you didn't give us is now not going to be enough to bury each one of the members of your family. so you are still terrified, you know. >> i couldn't believe it wasn't over. >> jayne and eduardo traveled to mexico city to be debriefed by senior officials of the federal police. it was here after the meeting when they were suddenly surrounded by men with assault weapons. coming up, spirited away, the entire family forced away from
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the home they loved. how close were they to danger? >> you never know who was informing these people. they knew everything about the kids. they knew everything about us. when "the desperate hours" continues. the hthe jukes, the sacks,pizza. the pizza! the superstars, the super fans, the pizza! everything you love about football is here. especially...the pizza! up your game with two large two-topping pizzas for only $7.77 each. that's two large, two-topping pizzas for $7.77 each. better ingredients. better pizza. papajohns.com the official pizza sponsor of the nfl.
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in mexico city, eduardo and jayne met with senior officials of the federal police, who had many questions about their ordeal. and who took the kidnappers' new threats very seriously. you must leave now, they were told. here at police headquarters they were suddenly surrounded by a protective ring of men with assault weapons. the police hustled them back to the ranch, allowed 48 hours to prepare.
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and then the son of one of mexico's great newspaper barons with jayne and his family was escorted out of the land he loved. that kidnapped employee, by the way, the kidnappers simply released him nearly three months later, no ransom at all. by then, jayne and eduardo and their children had squeezed into what they expected would be a temporary exile, two months or so, at jayne's mother's house in america. why just two months? mostly because federal police assured them they had significant leads. they still insisted they knew the group responsible, a marxist revolution party called the epr. and besides, one of the officials who debriefed eduardo was soon promoted to commissioner of federal police and hadn't he promised personally that he would aggressively chase down the abductors? but two months grew to three, then six. no word. >> i tried to call different times.
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the higher officials in mexico. they have never answered me back, answered my telephone calls. >> eduardo did wonder sometimes if he would have to be like this man. >> follow up? what's that? >> remember him? his daughter was killed by kidnappers and afterwards he said the federal police did nothing. so he closed his business and tracked the criminals down himself, and delivered them for trial. >> i know that's not the way it should be. but it was the only way to do it if i wanted to have justice. justice is something in mexico that you won't get if you don't fight for it. >> jayne and eduardo did what they could to fight for it, too. but after two years had gone by, the conclusion seemed inescapable. >> when you get pulled into this whole world, the authorities in mexico basically tell you, look, you're going to be paying ransom. it's as if there's no other option. it's as if they've given up from the beginning so all we can do is hold your hand and help you through the process of coming up
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with an amount you can pay. you pay it. next. >> next. >> we arranged an interview with the commissioner of the federal police, the man who debriefed eduardo. the search for the kidnappers is continuing, he said. nonstop. are you close to an arrest in this case? >> translator: it is a systematic job that does not allow us to give advances as to people being captured. we usually speak after the events have taken place. >> the investigation continues? >> translator: it is a permanent investigation with a systematic focus. >> but there was one crucial piece of information the commissioner did pass on to us, the same thing his officers had been telling jayne and eduardo all along. the epr had taken eduardo. >> translator: yes, we do have information, precise
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information. >> national security prevented him from revealing more than that. >> translator: i asked for proof. how did they know? >> but mexican journalist alejandro jimenez, a specialty in terror groups and kidnappings said his contacts inside the epr assured him repeatedly they certainly would have taken responsibility for kidnapping eduardo had they done it, but they didn't do it. still, the federal police told jimenez -- >> translator: that i should forget about the case, that it was a closed case, that he paid the ransom, nothing more. >> it was an odd reaction, he said, and to him suspicious. >> translator: our reflexes as mexican journalists is to suspect they're blaming a guerrilla group without showing proof, they're hiding something, police could have been involved or maybe members of the military which is what tends to happen in high impact kidnappings.
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>> up in their temporary american refuge, jayne and eduardo were feeling a pull to say something, get involved. >> you know what? i think that the moment you cower into a corner and keep your mouth shut, you become a part of the problem. so is that the example i want to give to my kids? >> by now they had been away two years and gradually month by month, the memory of their terror had come to be mixed with a nostalgia for the life they left behind. which is in part, why jayne and eduardo decided to return, with us, to their beloved ranch, a place to tell their story. it had to be secret, no one could know they were coming, they could only stay a few days. during the time in america, eduardo had become convinced someone close to the family must have passed information to the kidnappers before. what if they did it again? >> because you never know who is informing these people. they knew everything about the kids. they knew everything about us or anybody could be there telling them, you know. here, they're back. >> bodyguards would come along, too.
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a strange accessory now, given what a free and happy place the ranch used to be. the first night in your old bed, in the house, is that a little weird getting back into that? >> it was great. really. >> i slept well knowing that we had bodyguards. >> it was just as they left it, their clothes still filled the closets. family portraits decorated their rooms. even the dogs greeted them as if their forced departure had been yesterday. eduardo threw himself back at his old job, mending fences, fixing broken bits, checking on a crop. of course the stables were still empty, his horses gone for ransom. and then an old friend hears eduardo is home and brings his own horses. his first ride since leaving the box. and in these moments, they feel finally like they're home again. >> okay.
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>> there is a happy reunion at the school jayne helped found. they lead her around the campus to show off the progress they have made in her absence. >> wow. it looks amazing. >> how painful that absence has been. their trip back to the ranch coincides with eduardo's 61st birthday. jayne hastily organizes a fiesta, only close and trusted friends are invited. party food prepared. the favorite charo suit out of the closet and they, in a magic evening, are transported back into the world they left behind, a world they love. ♪ in those months in the box, eduardo had stayed sane by dreaming of singing again with mariachis. tonight, he does.
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♪ >> it was just wonderful. for jayne and i it was like 100% therapy to go back to the place and feel happy about it, and feel safe about it. it was fantastic. >> was it possible to come back? could they find a way to feel safe? could they have all this again? as we interview jayne about that very possibility, the answer quite suddenly began to reveal itself. coming up, what just happened, just now what happened? >> i just cannot bear it anymore. i want to get far away from here. >> when "the desperate hours" continues.
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>> the unease if that's what it was that accompanied jane and eduardo back to their ranch vanished. this was home. they were embraced by friends and colleagues. lulled by the peaceful beauty of this place they built from nothing. and it was tugging hard, come back. and then, what just happened now? >> okay, eduardo came through the door with the lawyer and told me that now the entire train has been destroyed on the
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inside. ransomed. >> it was the pullman car, eduardo's inheritance, the train in which he wooed jane as they fell in love. he brought it was a magic shrine to their past and someone had smashed it up. a warning, a message? and the police. >> we called them to say they couldn't come because they have -- imagine. the answer for police force to say that they cannot go to a ranch because there is not enough. >> quite suddenly they knew. it was over. eduardo examined the destruction in the old rooms, and jane was back in the all too familiar well of fear. the love is a risk as everybody knows. but jane unreservedly loved mexico. she fell hard for a man and his country, she romanced its
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customs, its people, its extraordinary beauty. it was perfect to her, now, what she feels is deeper than setback or ordinary loss. to jane it feels like betrayal. it's heartbreak. >> i'm feeling like i'm so overwhelmed with the situation that we're living in in mexico today. that i just can't stand it. i just cannot bear it anymore. i want to get far away from here. i just feel so deceived. i really do. we came here and i absolutely fell in love with the man of my dreams and the country he came from and i embraced it fully and i chose to have my children here. there is a sense of celebration in everyday life and the weather and the traditions and it seems like the perfect place to raise a family. for many years it was. >> neither one had to say it.
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their life in mexico, 16 years of paradise, was done. and now, life today is altogether new. their fine big ranch is for sale. their small rental in america a more humble place. but that, they discovered, matters not at all. it did matter to them that they paid back those anonymous donors who helped by eduardo's freedom. most it matters that the household celebrates just about everything, especially their own survival. >> if i continue to hold on to this in a negative way, then they just -- the criminals keep on committing a crime against us every day, and i'm not going to let that happen. >> then finally, after two years waiting for it, the long promised phone call from the head of the federal police, good news from the investigation? well, no. nothing to report at all, said
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the commissioner. no leads. but please don't talk to the media. the kidnappers are still out there. advice rejected. >> you are potentially setting yourself up as a target, however. >> the best way to fight this craziness is to speak about it, to go with solutions. but if you keep quiet, like most people do, how are you going to come up with solution. >> some fellow citizens have expressed discomfort about eduardo's outspokenness. he thinks he knows why. >> some people that we know have expressed madness that we shouldn't say anything because it affects tourism. >> affect the real estate values. so let's lift the carpet, sweep it under, shh. >> it's better not to scare anybody away.
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>> the secrecy lifted a little after eduardo's friend lucy was leekted mayor. the chief of police went public with news of two more kidnappings, here in relatively safe san miguel. >> just want to raise my kids in a place where you can trust the police, where it's the justice system conscience. >> a sentiment they discovered which is created a whole other kind of immigration from mexico. immigration based on fear. >> i would like to form an organization organizing the people like us who have had to leave mexico and take refuge in the united states. >> i was going to say you think you would have much company? >> a lot. >> by thousands. >> it was in the box where eduardo felt isolated, starved, beaten, beset by glaring light, deafening noise, the fear of death, it was a revelation. and he hasn't been the same since. >> nothing really matters,
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material things, nothing. >> it came down finally to her. the woman he saw at the phone booth all those years ago who he wooed on his train car, who made a family, saved his life. who, as he sat in his box, kept him alive. and in love. >> love is important as anything. so you learn, it changes your life forever for sure. >> once they bauilt a paradise. it was gone in a moment but did it destroy them? anything but. >> happiness and the paradise is not a place. no matter how small the house. no nater where we are. the most important thing is we're healthy, that we're alive, we're a family and that's what we have. what more could i want.
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