Tragedy strikes a married couple on vacation in the Moroccan desert, touching off an interlocking story involving four different families.

Mike Jones: My mom said Mexico is dangerous.
Santiago: [in Spanish] Yes, it's full of Mexicans.
Yussef: I killed the American, I was the only one who shot at you. They did nothing... nothing. Kill me, but save my brother, he did nothing... nothing. Save my brother... he did nothing.
Richard: What about you? How many wives do you have?
Anwar: [Smiles] I can only afford one.
[last title card]
Title card: To my children, Maria Eladia and Elisio... the brightest lights in the darkest night.
Richard: [to other tourists] You leave, I'll kill you. I'll kill you!
Richard: This is your fucked-up country, it's your responsibility!
Moroccan Police Officer: [to the boys as they walk through the primitive graveyard] Don't walk between the graves.
Susan Jones: Richard, why did we come here?
Richard: What d'you mean why? I thought you would like it.
Susan Jones: Really: Why are we here?
Richard: To forget everything. To be alone.
Susan Jones: Alone.
Chieko: [signing to ref] I'm deaf, not blind!
[last lines]
Japanese newscaster: Susan Jones, who was wounded in a terrorist attack in Morocco, was discharged from a Casablanca hospital this morning, local time. The American people finally have a happy ending, after five days of frantic phone calls and hand wringing. In other news...
Chieko: [signing] They look at us like we're monsters.
[first lines]
Hassan: It's almost new. Three hundred cartridges. The guy who gave it to me said you can hit as far as three kilometers.
Richard: Susan, what's wrong? Honey, what happened?
Lady On The Bus: Oh, my God. She's been shot.
Richard: Stop the bus, stop, my wife's been hurt.
Richard: You understand? We gotta call nine-one-one.
Susan Jones: Don't leave me please.
Richard: Find me an ambulance! Do something!
Amelia: Help! Ayudame! HELP!