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[eerie music]

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Copyright: 2004
Home Box Office, Inc.

[thunder crashing]

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[groaning]

[groaning]

(Bobby)
Come on.
Give me your hand.

I don't think
I'm gonna make it, Bobby.

Come on, Ern.

The good Lord
didn't bring you

this far down the road
just to let you die

of a quart of tequila.

He wants you
to hurt a little.

What's Lambasino's
birthday?

[groaning]

(Bobby)
8/31/42.

Bingo.

Welly, welly, welly, my droogs,
what have we here?

Take ya up, down,
or sideways, partner.

What'll it be?

Look at this.

Remember I told you
about somebody

stealing my buck knife?

[groaning]

Here it is,
that son of a bitch.

Lambasino ought to
be arrested.

Come on, Ernie.

Get dressed, man.

You don't want
Brook on your ass

this early
in the week.

Hey, how do
my eyes look?

Like two piss holes
in the snow.

(Brook)
What it comes down to
is that for the past two years,

Del Amo has had
the piss-poorest record

of any United States
Border Patrol sector

in the sovereign state
of@(exas.

[cheers and applause]

Quiet!

Frankly, gentlemen,

the attitude
of this division sucks.

It is so bad
that I have been required

to take steps
to ameliorate the situation.

Mr. Lacy has come all the way
from Washington, DC,

to demonstrate a system
which he himself has devised.

His invention will prove
a great boon to all of us

in the accomplishment
of our goals.

Somebody get
those blinds.

(Lacy)
Basically,
this is a scanning system.

This maplike matrix
you're looking at

represents an area
of 40 square miles.

The input is generated
by geosensors,

small electronic modules

implanted in the Earth
at given intervals

and so sensitive,

they will pick up the coins
in a man's pocket.

Haven't got any coins
in their pocket.

That's why they're trying
to cross the border.

[laughter]

That's enough, Wyatt.

(Lacy)
Any activity
in the neighborhood

of the geosensors
will generate

a signal on the screen,
like this.

Here, for example,
you can observe

an imaginary
illegal alien

heading from quadrant C5
to quadrant C6.

Well, how do you regulate
the ovulator?

You're pushing it.

The what?

Well, the ovulator.

I mean, how do you keep it
from malfunctioning?

Send someone out
to fix it, asshole.

(Brook)
That's enough.

Wyatt.

(Lacy)
As I say,

this signal is artificial,
so to speak.

The actual geosensors
will be buried

throughout
your sectors.

You mean we have to go out
and bury those things?

That's right.

They will then
transmit a signal

to this console
whenever an illegal alien

enters the area
where they're buried.

Make sure you set
the scan sensitivity

for two feet and up
so we don't have to apprehend

every jackrabbit
that runs across the desert.

Remember, gentlemen,
these geosensors

will only detect objects
above the two-foot scan level.

I'm sorry.

I seen a jackrabbit
out there in sector seven

that was big enough
to stand flat-footed

and fuck a Shetland pony.

[laughter]

(Brook)
Yes, Wyatt.

I'm just curious, sir,
as to how these geosensors

are going to affect us.

There won't be a need
for so many agents on patrol.

That means considerable savings
for the taxpayer.

Well, what you're trying
to say here

is that, uh,
once we go out

and bust our asses
planting those things

that, uh, about 2/3 of us
are gonna be out of a job.

Isn't that right?

We tried
them sons of bitches in 'Nam.

Didn't work then;
ain't gonna work now.

(Brook)
Quiet down.

It's working
in other sectors.

Del Amo is next.

Take those blinds up.

Can I just get something
straight in my head here?

(Brook)
No, you can't, Wyatt.

I'd just like to ask the man
one question, sir, please.

Let me just get it straight
that the 1/3 of us left

that you don't fire
are gonna be sitting

in some room
watching some machine

that's watching
some other machine.

I mean, I didn't personally
join the Border Patrol

to watch television, sir.

I mean, why didn't anybody
ask us about this?

How come
we weren't informed?

Shut up, goddamn it!

(Bobby)
'Scuse me, sir.

What Ernie's trying to say is,
maybe we should have been asked.

We didn't sign on
with the Border Patrol here

to mess with computers
and radar screens.

A lot of us in the room here
turned down promotions

'cause we didn't want desk jobs.

And I think it's important
you know what we want,

'cause, uh,
the way it sounds is,

we don't have any choice
in the matter.

You think I'm gonna ask you
for a vo?

This is a bureau decision.

You're right.

You don't have any choice
in the matter.

(Ernie)
Come on, man.

You know he'd
sell us out yesterday

to score points
with Washington.

Take it easy, Ern.

Don't take everything
so damn seriously.

Seriously, Jesus Christ,
Bobby--

Don't hit my jeep.

Hey, Lambasino,
do me a favor.

Do not fuck
with me today, huh?

I was just funnin', Ernie.

(Bobby)
Got any sign?

Yeah, we spotted
some tire tracks

out by the old
paseo turnoff.

Figured we'd let you boys
of the day shift check 'em out.

Colder than a witch's titty
out there.

You pissed off
about something, Ernie?

I told you
to drop it, goofball.

Who you callin' goofball,
goofer?

You, cowboy.

Your locker
looks like a drugstore.

Why don't y'all
just back off?

You know, we skim
a little bit off the top

from time to time
just like everybody else.

Yeah, we turn it in,
you think Brook's

gonna send it on
to central office?

That son of a bitch
has furnished his house

with stuff we's
turned in.

It ain't exactly
like we're stealing, Bob.

What about my knife?

What knife?
His knife.

That was his knife.

Well, it was laying around
an awful long time, Bobby.

You ain't sore,
are you?

Fuck off.

In the meantime,

either clean out
your locker

or change
your birthday.

You're a good old boy,
Bobby.

What's in the box?

Ask Brook.
Big surprise.

Gonna make it?

[sighs]
You know, I can't--
I can't believe

we're gonna be dumped
for some goddamn computer.

I mean, once we plant
them things,

what's gonna happen
to us, Bobby?

I never seen
a computer

that could track a man
40 miles.

[man over radio]
Unit two, come in.

You know,
you're okay.

You know,
you got a great education.

I mean,
you can get another job.

I mean,
I got two options.

Either I lose my job,
or I'm gonna spend--

[man over radio]
Unit two.

My life in some goddamn basement
looking at blips

on some goddamn TV.

You shut up!
Shut up!

Shut up!
Shut up!

Yes, sir,
we're just leaving.

[man over TV]
We got a call
from the sheriff's office.

There's a report of a plane
putting down on Alianza.

Check it out.

Affirmative,
unit two clear.

Let's go check out those
tire tracks Lambasino found.

Tell me about it, Ern.

You know,
sometimes I get the feeling

that this shit
really doesn't bother you.

I don't like it
any better than you do.

I got a little longer fuse
is all.

You show me the ticket
out of here,

and I'll take it.

But like my daddy said,

if you can't
get out of it,

get into i

I thought your daddy said
if you can't fix it, fuck it.

He said that too.

(Ernie)
What do you think?

(Bobby)
Beats the shit out of me.

Just tire tracks.

No footprints.

Either they flew away,
or they're still in sight.

(Ernie)
Illegals?

You want me
to call in a two-eight,

see if it's stolen?

(Bobby)
Brook thinks
we're up in Alianza.

Let's check it out.

[eerie music]

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[gasps and screams]

Oh, no,
it's all right.

It's okay.
We're here to help you.

You scared the shit
out of us.

I'm awfully sorry,
ma'am, but--

About time a couple of you
got here.

We could have died
out here like this.

Lucky we came along at all.
You could look at it that way.

Yeah, well,
now you're here.

Now what are you
gonna do,

sell us tickets
to the policeman's ball?

We're with
the Border Patrol.

We don't have
any balls.

[laughs]

Howdy.

(Ellen)
Hi.

What are y'all
doing out here?

(Doris)
What's it look like?

The goddamn car
crapped out.

You mind if I, uh--
if I take a look at your IDs?

Well, if you look any harder,
your eyes will wear out.

Look, we're on the level,
honest.

I mean, we worked
the late shift last night.

We're phone operations
over at the telephone company

in San Antonio,
and we were trying

to take the shortcut to Durban--
I grew up in Durban--

but, uh,
we got lost.

And then the godd--

(Ernie)
Damn car cropped out.

Yeah, that's what
you just said.

Can you fix it?

I'll see
what I can do.

You'll see
what you can do?

[sighs]

You wanna keep 'em
or let 'em go?

Are you kidding?

What's the problem?

Oh, fan belt's gone.

The fan belt
is gone.

And the water pump's shot.

And the water pump's shot.

(Ernie)
Well, listen,

we can get 'em
as far as Del Amo,

but what are we
gonna do about it then?

I'll slip Jim a fiver
at the gas station,

make sure they don't get
any replacement parts in

till tomorrow.

Which one
you want?

(Ernie)
The mean one.

You're a sick man.

You bet.

You ain't gonna
spin 'em a story?

No, you're
the mechanical genius.

You go spin 'em
a story.

Well, we'll call
a tow truck

to come and take this
down to the gas station,

but it probably
won't be ready till tomorrow,

so I'll drop you ladies off
at a good motel.

Well, anything you can do,
we'd appreciate it.

Oh, crap.

I'm starved.

You guys got
anything to eat?

Watch it!

Excuse me.

Let me give you
a hand.

Come on, Doris.

[Brook over radio]
Mobile units two and three,
do you copy?

Logan, Wyatt!

Units two and three,
check in, goddamn it.

Logan, Wyatt!

You leave me alone.

[screaming]
You leave me alone!

There's 40 other guys
out here.

Why don't you call
one of them?

Didn't you want me
to get this finished?

I mean, as soon
as I finish this,

I'm out of a job.

[screaming]
Wouldn't that
make you happy?

Wyatt here.

Moron.

[Brook over radio]
Where the hell are you,
unit three?

Where have you been?

Sector seven, sir,
near the paseo wash.

Logan there too?

Do you copy, Wyatt?

Say again, sir.

Is Logan with you?

Negative.

He headed up
toward Alianza, sir,

to check out that plane
that was reported

by the sheriff's department.

Highway patrol just phoned in
a code three from Dos Gatos.

Get your ass over there
and cover it.

Del Amo,
unit two, over.

[man over radio]
Hold on, unit two.

[Brook over radio]
Yeah, Logan.

Got a position
on Wyatt, sir?

You pick up
any sign of that plane?

Say again.

Airplane, Logan.

The one Wyatt told me
you'd gone to check out.

Uh, yes, sir, right.

Up on the Alianza Mesa,
no question about it.

All right,
Friday you and Wyatt

pull the night shift.

You can stake it out.

That's the day
after tomorrow, sir.

You know where the plane
puts down, don't you?

Yeah, sure,
absolutely.

Where'd you say
you sent Ernie?

Dos Gatos,
got a code three.

That doesn't give us
much lead time.

[dramatic percussive music]

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[man over radio]
Calling units two and three.
Do you copy?

Unit two--

[mysterious music]

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[sirens wailing]

How ya doin'?

Hey.

What happened?

The driver
of the water tanker

said the van run right through
the stop sign.

Said he saw him coming.

He was coming
pretty fast.

He figured he'd stop
at the intersection,

but he just
hit him broadside,

bowled the damn thing
right over.

Driver of the water tanker
is in the hospital,

and the van driver's dead.

How many were in the van?

21, all told.

Eight dead,
five bodies been removed.

Three still in there.

13,
various injuries.

Do we know
who it belonged to?

Fellow over there
by the Lincoln.

Across.

[mysterious music]

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[sirens wailing]

You understand, Sheriff Wells,
that my client

is under no obligation
whatsoever

to answer your questions
at this time.

(Wells)
That, in fact,
Mr. Henshaw,

is one of the greater sorrows
of the state of Texas,

but since this here van
is your client's property,

I'm gonna question him
anyway.

Look, the van is mine,

but if you would
check the records,

you would see
that I reported it stolen

from my ranch
several days ago.

No doubt the man
behind the wheel

is the one who stole it.

It is him
you should be questioning.

As the Lord would have it,
as you damn well know,

Mr. Pedroza,
the driver of that van is dead.

[snapping]

How unfortunate
for justice, señor.

(Wells)
You always drive around
with your lawyer?

That question's irrelevant,
Sheriff,

and I'd be careful
not to intimate anything

that you can't prove.

Mr. Pedroza is a respected man
in this community.

Mr. Pedroza--

Mr. Pedroza is scum.

That remark is noted,
Officer...

Wyatt,
Ernest Wyatt.

W-Y-A-T-T.

Be cautious,
my friend.

Don't you ever
call me your friend.

You stand here
lying to our faces

with that white
piece-of-shit lawyer

in your pocket
while they pull

your people out of here
in plastic bags.

Careful, son.

Now, that van
was no more stolen

than that school bus
was stolen last month.

You pick up wetbacks
in Chihuahua,

and you pack them
into anything on wheels.

You promise them
freedom,

and you sell them death.

You are
a fucking assassin.

You are
a fucking butcher.

Your own people!

You got
a dirty mouth, kid.

You got a dirty job.

Come on,
come on.

Come on.

You okay?

[sighing]
Man, I've had it.

That scumbag Pedroza.

Brook and his
little radar boxes.

I don't know.
Maybe Brook was right.

Maybe we don't have
any choice in the matter.

What the hell
happened to you?

We got a choice.

Remember that ticket
out of here

we were talkin' about
this morning?

I found it.

It looks like he drove
straight into the wash.

Probably slammed
into the wall over here,

and the bank
caved in on him.

Then there was more rain
and more mud.

Covered him up
for a while.

Light switch is on.

He was traveling at night.

Is that wiper switch on?

Yeah.

Gearshift's in third.

[sighs]

Tell you something,

he was making good time
for desert driving

at night
in the rain.

Open it.

$800,000.

[laughs]

Looks like it came
straight from some bank.

What if it did?
So what?

If this guy
pulled off some heist,

it's gotta be
long forgotten now.

No, this stuff's
gotta be phony.

Bullshit.

We'll keep these and run
some kind of check on them,

but they're good, Ernie;
I can smell it.

What the hell
you doing?

[sighs]
I'm gonna find out
who this guy was.

A, he's a bag man for the mob
who decided to go independent,

or B, he's a pusher
who just got paid off

for a dope shipment.

No respectable civilian's
gonna be

driving around the desert
with all that cash.

Piece of paper
with some phone numbers.

Texas driver's license.

Michael J. Curtis,

1113 Bligh St., apartment D,
San Antonio, Texas.

Caucasian.

Brown hair.
Brown eyes.

Issued, '62,
expires, '66.

You check the plates?

Yeah, Texas.

M-S-star-
6-4-7-4, 1963.

I'll have the Sheriff's Office
run a check on it.

There's something else
in here.

Give me a hand
with this.

Rods, reels,
rifle.

Hunting and fishing shit.

Tsk, tsk.

Well, what do you think?

It's just not right
to take it.

What's not right?

As far as the rest
of the world's concerned,

this money's gone.

For 20 years.

Shit, Ernie,
an hour ago,

you were so hot
about the Brooks

and the Pedrozas,
you were ready to walk.

Now we got a ticket
to ride out of here first class,

and you're worrying
about whether it's right or not.

It's only money, man.

Come on, I'll tell you
what we'll do.

We'll cover this up,
we'll camouflage the jeep,

we'll cover up our tracks,

and stash these cases
at the coffin place.

We'll check out
the money,

and if it's okay,
then we'll split it in half

and get the hell
out of here.

I don't know.

I gotta think about it.

You're the only man
I know

who'd screw up
his own wet dream.

[dramatic music]

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I never thought these things
would come in handy.

[groaning]

I missed
the right corner.

I think that we could
make magic together.

Wait, wait, no,
where you goin'?

What's your name,
darlin'?

That's a pretty name.

Bobbie Jo.

Thank you.

We were going
from El Paso to San Anton.

'Bout 582 miles
of the hottest highway

this side of hell.

Old Jim there,
he says,

"Guess I'll get me
a tan."

This is not a--

You told me you weren't
gonna tell that story.

(Lambasino)
Oh no,
I'm gonna tell that story.

[laughter]

(Ernie)
Wait a minute.
I got a clean one.

This guy's driving along
in his car,

and he's just
driving along,

and all of a sudden,
this cop pulls him over.

And the cop says,
"What are you doin'?"

And the guy says,
"What do you mean?"

He says, "What's that
in the back of your car?"

And the guys says,
"What?"

He turns around,
and the back of the car

is filled with all these
little penguins.

He says,
"You can't do that.

What are they
doing there?"

He says,
"They're with me."

He says,
"You can't have 'em there.

You take those penguins
directly to the zoo right now."

The guy says,
"What, now?"

He says,
"Yeah, right now.

Take them to the zoo."

He says,
"Okay, all right."

He drives off.

The next day,
the cop's directing traffic.

The car pulls up,
and he sees it coming again.

And he looks in the car,

and he says,
"You, pull over! Pull over!"

And he says,
"What?"

He says, "What did I
just tell you yesterday?"

He says,
"What are you talking about?"

He says,
"I told you about it.

You can't have
those things."

He says,
"What things?"

He says,
"Look in the back."

"I thought I told you to take
those penguins to the zoo."

The guys says,
"I did. We had a ball.

Today we're gonna go
to the beach."

Is it always
like this?

Like what?

Well, I mean,
do you come here a lot?

You mean
you're not having

the best time
of your life?

Is this as good
as it gets?

No.

Sometimes Ernie pukes.

Yeah, Ernie's different.

He's about 15 years younger,
for openers.

He still believes
in God and country

and his job,
his duty.

The Raiders.

He's got a lot
of integrity.

He's a real
straight arrow.

They don't make them
like that anymore.

He's the best man
in the unit.

And you?

I can sight a rifle
pretty good,

and I can direct traffic
if I need to,

but I haven't got
what Ernie's got.

Which is?

Which is the brave,
young notion

that he can still
do something about it.

But if you don't
believe that,

then why are you still
with the Border Patrol?

I like it.

I like the freedom of it.

I like the fact that Del Amo's
so far from anything important,

nobody messes with us.

The sector me and Ernie work
is so undesirable,

nobody messes with us
there either.

They bend the rules
to keep us happy.

But it's nice
just being out there

in the desert.

It's beautiful.

And I like the thrill
of the chase.

202 is a DC
area code.

The other's probably
San Antonio,

but they're both
disconnected.

No cards,
no social security,

nothing.

If the guy
was a crook,

you'd figure he'd have
more ID than this,

even if it was phony.

Wouldn't ya?

Weird.

Well, anyway,
even if somebody

stumbled on that jeep,
there's no way

they could trace that money
here to you or me.

Yeah, but we can trace it.

We got his license,
San Anton address.

Okay, we'll go
to San Antonio tomorrow.

You check out
the address.

I'll check out
the money.

Wait a minute.

Those two girls work
for the phone company, right?

Why don't you ask your girl

to go and check out
those two numbers for us?

Why don't you
ask Doris?

Who?

Doris.

The mean one.

No, I couldn't do that.

No, she's all worn out.

[laughs]

I don't know.

I don't know.
Shit.

You think maybe we ought
to tell the sheriff about this?

Is that what
you want to do?

This is serious, Bobby.

$800,000 is serious.

(Ernie)
Hey, what are you doin'?

Can I help you?

Yeah, maybe you can
tell me something

about this bill.

I won it in a poker game
the other night,

and I noticed it said
"Silver Certificate"

up there on top
where it usually says

"Federal Reserve Note."

I thought maybe
it was phony.

Whose backyard
did this come from?

Well, there's
nothing phony

about a silver
certificate,

so long as its printed
by the U.S. of A.

You don't see 'em
anymore is all.

Government stopped
issuing them in '62.

Let's see.

Good background.

Isolation behind
the numbers.

Good paper.

Smith/Dillon signature.

Yep.

It's good?

Sure is.

What about this one?

Federal reserve note.

'63 green seal series.

Dillon/Granahan signature.

K makes it
a Dallas bill.

As good
as they make 'em.

You're sure.

If I didn't know
the difference

between a good bill
and a bad bill,

I probably wouldn't
have lasted very long

in this business,
now, would I?

Thank you.

Come again.

'Preciate it.

What'd I tell ya?

You satisfied?

That stuff's
gotta be stolen.

The guy in the jeep
probably knocked off

a Dallas bank.

So what?

I swear to God, man,
you act like an old woman.

"Well, I don't know.
it might not be right."

Well, it might not
be right.

At least
not for me.

Look, I didn't ask you
to bring me in on this

in the first place, man.

Is that it?

It's okay
for me, then?

Okay, I'll tell you
what we'll do.

Let's go back,
dig up all the money,

and you can turn it in
to Brook,

and he might not even
punish you.

Look, I'm willing
to take the money.

[laughs]

I am.

Oh, that's so big
of you, Ernie.

I wanna take it
as long as we can prove

that we got
as much right to it

as anybody else.

Now, look,
the guy in there said

that they stopped making
the silver certificate in 1962

and that
the federal reserve note

was issued in '63,

the same year as the plates
on the jeep.

Now, what if we went
to the library

and we just checked out
to see if there was

any kind of a robbery
or a heist

pulled off
for that year?

Anyway, I still
gotta check out

the address
on that guy's license.

Well, since you're not
gonna find his house,

just drop me off
at the library.

Pick me up
when you're finished.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

Any luck?

Couple $75,000
armed robberies.

Some mail fraud.

How 'bout you?

The house doesn't even
exist anymore.

Tore everything down
years ago

to make room
for a parking lot.

So then I checked
motor vehicles,

and their records
only go back for ten years,

so we are back
at point A.

Well, let's
get out of here.

I had enough
of this place for a day.

Can we take
the money now?

You said
24 hours.

We still haven't heard
from Ellen yet.

Gotta see if they traced
those two phone numbers.

Aw, crap.

Shh.

The plane.

What plane?

The airstrip
I was checking out

at Alianza yesterday.

No, no,
that's just a lot

of horseshit
I told Brook.

No, it ain't.

We're staking it out
tomorrow.

Well,
who found it?

I found it.

You told Brook
you found it?

What was I
gonna do,

tell him I was taking the girls
to a motel?

I told him I found it
when I went looking for it.

Tomorrow morning,
he's gonna want to know

where the son
of a bitch is.

There goes
our day off.

[knocking]

Come on in.

Sheriff Wells,
Agent Logan.

Yeah, met you
at Dos Gatos.

Good to see you again.

Ernie Wyatt.

You, you any kin
to Matt Logan?

He's my daddy.

Son of a bitch.

Let me show you
something here.

Top row,
third from the right,

that's me.

Who's that
standing next to me?

That's my old man.

Yep.

Y'all sit down.

Yeah, them's
Texas Rangers, boy.

Me and your dad
and all the rest.

We was the best
there was.

They call it
Department of Public Safety now.

What do you say
to a shot of sour mash?

We got a report
about a plane

setting down
over on Alianza Mesa.

It's about 30 miles
east of here.

Hell, boy,
don't you think

I know where it is?

I know
this territory

better than anybody
'cept God,

and sometimes
I wonder about Him.

Here you go.

Now, let's...

Yeah, we've had reports
about a plane

landing on Alianza.

Comes in pretty regular.

There's an old desert rat
over there.

Amarillo,
they called him.

He's seen it.

Calls in to complain.

Says it spooks
his mule.

Here's to your dad.
God bless his soul.

Better days.

[dog barking]

Amarillo?

Who's asking?

This here
is Agent Wyatt.

I'm Agent Logan,

Border Patrol.

Just come up
from Sheriff Wells' place.

He says you reported
a plane setting down

on Alianza Mesa over there.

So?

You can put up
that old Sharps.

It's the folks in the plane
we're interested in.

Have you actually
seen the plane

set down
on the mesa, sir?

No.

(Bobby)
But it lands there
regular.

Tuesdays and Fridays.

Well, how do you know it lands
on Tuesdays and Fridays

if you've never
really seen it set down, sir?

There's a seismic fault
runs across the top

of that mesa
running west by northwest,

cutting it in two.

This side's brush cover.

The other side
is flat and clear

for about 225 yards.

At 5:00, a Cessna 175
comes in.

60 knots,
just short of stalling speed.

Throttle cut back,
flaps down,

rudder working hard
into the wind.

How'd I know
it was 175 Cessna?

How did I
put it all together?

I pissed away
40 years of my life

as an aeronautical engineer
for a company called Convair.

Did you ever hear
of Convair, son?

Yes, sir.

Things spooks
my mule.

Don't be surprised
if we show up here

tomorrow afternoon
with some of the boys

to stake it out.

Our guess is,

they're flying in dope
from down south.

We're much obliged
to you.

(Amarillo)
You boys
better step on it.

Get off the desert.

On the blacktop.

Why's that?

Gonna rain.

Crazy old fart.

I heard that.

What's the problem?

Nothing adds up.

No leads on the money,
the phone numbers,

the license.

I feel like we ought
to get out of here, man.

Right now.

This is a beautiful bust
tomorrow, Bobby.

Okay, what if we make
the bust,

and as soon
as we've done that,

we'll clean out
our lockers,

pick up the money,
and get out of here?

Bobby.

Morning, sir.

Wyatt and I
are all set

to stake out
Alianza.

Logan, Wyatt,

I'd like you
to meet Inspector Carson,

Inspector Hawthorne,
Inspector Strunk.

These gentlemen will be
handling the plane, Logan.

It'll be
their collar.

You and Wyatt will take orders
from Inspector Carson here.

(Carson)
I want a briefing
on that airstrip, Logan.

Why'd you call them?

This is our bust.

It's not a matter
of who gets the credit, Logan.

It's a matter
of efficiency.

We do our best work
when we interface

with our sister agencies.

Besides, Washington
likes to get involved

in these matters,

and this department
owes Washington

all the favors
it can turn its way,

don't you agree?

I've just been demonstrating
our new scanner here.

Inspector Carson
was very impressed

by the transmitters
that you installed

out in section seven.

Good work,
Wyatt.

We're staying
at the Highland Tower Motel,

room 103.

There's a meeting
at 9:30 sharp.

By then I'll, uh--
I'll want that briefing, Logan.

You boys want a minute
to uniform?

Yeah.
Yeah, we do.

Let me demonstrate this
for you gentlemen.

So Brook's men will lead us
in two platoons:

one group from the west
to establish a perimeter

along this portion
of the mesa,

a second from the east
to secure this quadrant here.

Agent Wyatt will lead
the east group.

Agent Logan and myself
will bring in

the group from the west.

Get all this,
Wyatt?

Each of you will be issued
walkie-talkies.

We'll operate
on the number two band.

Our three vehicles
and your jeeps

will be in concealment
at the bottom of the mesa.

Here, here, and here.

(Ernie)
Where you gonna hide

the Ferris wheel, coach?

Find this
a circus, Wyatt?

What he's saying is,
out there in the desert,

anything that's man-made
or has a regular outline

is gonna stick out
like a sore thumb,

especially from the air.

With five vehicles out there,
you stand a good chance

of blowing your whole bust.

So what's your MO, Logan?

Well, you really just need
half a dozen men

to stake out
that runway.

Split 'em up;

hit the plane from both sides
at the same time

as soon as it
touches down.

I don't care
about the plane.

I want
the pickup vehicle.

He'll lead us
to a warehouse full of drugs.

(Bobby)
That's just one warehouse.

If you nail the plane,

you're a step closer
to the source.

Or you could let
the transaction take place,

let the vehicle
get away,

then nail the plane

and follow the vehicle
to the warehouse,

and you'd have your warehouse
full of drugs and the source

if you're lucky.

Okay, Logan.

We'll try it
your way.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Stuart,
all clear.

Logan, Robert E.

Born 6/8/41.

Graduated West Point,
1963.

'Nam, Green Beret hero.

Three Silver Stars,

recommendation
for the Medal of Honor.

Had the world
by the tail at 24.

And then
all of a sudden, poof,

he ups and quits.

No record of him
till '72.

And what's he
doing now?

Sweating his nuts off
in the desert,

driving a jeep,

saying, "Yes, sir"
to assholes like Brook,

who five years earlier

would have been
polishing his shoes.

What's with you,
Logan?

Why the hell
you wasting your life

out here
in the toolies?

I like the peace
and quiet.

Bullshit,
you copped out.

Why?

You don't
actually believe

you're doing something
worthwhile down here, do you?

Hell, when Nixon
was president,

they found a wetback
working for him

at San Clemente.

Fuckin' president
had a greaseball

cooking him dinner.

Made all the papers.

Anybody care?

Hell, no.

I just do my job,
Carson.

No, you ran away.

Admit it.

You were afraid
you might become a big shot.

No, I was afraid
I might get just like you.

You're hiding out here
to get away from the pressure.

It's not
the pressure, man.

It's the politics.

Oh, come on.

Politics?

This whole fucking nation
is politics.

You work for
the Border Patrol,

a division of
the Immigration Bureau,

which answers to
the Department of Justice,

which is directly
responsible

to the Congress
of these United States.

Now, you don't think
that's political?

You think you've beaten
the political system

because you're hiding out
at the bottom of it.

I don't work
for the system.

I work for the law.

The law. Christ.

You work
for the same law

that pays
all our salaries:

the law of supply
and demand.

Think about it,
whiz kid.

Your fucking job
depends on those wetbacks,

and if we didn't have them,
we'd invent them.

Otherwise,
how would your department

justify the millions it gets
from Congress each year?

It's the American way, pal.

Supply and demand.

And when the supply
is lacking, create it.

Shit.

Every morning I get up,
I thank God

for drugs and murder
and subversion,

because without them,
we'd all be out of a job.

Who are you?

You're not some fed
who's down here for a drug bust.

What are you really
doing here?

I'm a fixer, Logan.
I fix things.

Yeah,
what kind of things?

Whatever needs fixing.

[Wyatt over radio]
We got visual contact
with the van

approaching the top
of the mesa.

Copy, Ern,
we're all set.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Here he comes.

Get ready
to move.

Get ready, Bobby.

I'm going in.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

Stop it!

Stop the plane!

[grunting and groaning]

Jump, Ernie!

Ernie!

Goddamn it!

(Carson)
What the fuck happened?

Why didn't he jump?

You tipped him off!

You wanted to let him
get away.

You son of a bitch,
is that why you're here?

And you killed Ernie,
goddamn you!

I was shooting
at the plane, Logan.

These are
my witnesses.

Where are
your witnesses, asshole?

I knew that
son of a bitch

wasn't here
to make a drug bust.

You don't send
a fixer in a blue suit

all the way down here
from Washington

to collar
a goddamn pusher.

You send him here
to protect a source.

Somebody back there's
protecting the goddamn money.

Well, screw 'em.

Tomorrow we get
the cash

and split for Mexico.

What is this?

It's tea.

[knock at door]

Who is it?

(Ellen)
It's us,
Ellen and Doris.

(Bobby)
Hey.

We went by
where you work,

and they said
that you'd either be here

or at the hospital.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, I just got
a cold or something.

I hope it's okay,
us just dropping by like this.

Sure, hey,
it's lucky you caught us.

We're gonna be
leaving tomorrow.

They told us we gotta take
our vacation now or never.

Want a beer?

(Ellen)
Sure.

Uh, where
you goin'?

Mexico.

Ernie, aren't you gonna
offer me a drink?

Oh, yeah, make that two,
will you, Bobby?

(Doris)
We traced
them two numbers

you gave Ellen
and left a note where you work.

What?

(Doris)
Them two numbers.

We traced 'em,
and one of them belongs

to a guy named Beck
from Washington, DC,

and the other one
used to be

the Dallas Police Department
about 20 years ago.

You left that information
with someone at headquarters?

(Ellen)
Uh-huh.

That friend of yours.

We met him in the bar
the other night.

Uh, what's his name?

Lamba...

(Bobby)
Lambasino?

Yeah,
that's the one.

We gave him
the note,

and he said
he'd give it to you tomorrow.

We would have
brought it by here.

We really didn't know
if you'd be home.

I tried to call you
last night,

and when I couldn't
get an answer

I got worried,

so we went down
to headquarters.

Your boss said you were
in some kind of mission.

Sure were a lot of folks
crammed into where you work.

Lamborgino was real happy
for you.

He said some federal guys
found a farmhouse

chock full of cocaine
and stuff.

(Ellen)
Yeah, while we were there,
they even brought in a body.

(Doris)
A skeleton's
all he was.

A skeleton?

Yeah, I never saw

so many people
upset all at once.

That's when
they told us

to get our fannies
out of there.

Can I use
your powder room?

Yeah.

I gotta talk to Ernie
about something.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

We're in deep shit, man.

Nobody knows where
those numbers came from.

I wish I could
explain this to you,

but I can't.

Something's going on,

and Ernie and I
have to get away from here.

Are you in some kind
of trouble?

I can't tell you
anything more.

I don't want
to get you involved.

Are you really
going to Mexico?

Yeah.

I knew it.

Look, um...

I wouldn't be
a lot of trouble,

and I speak
a little bit of Spanish.

You hardly know me.

I know how I feel.

Listen,
I like you a lot.

I mean it.

But I can't
take you with me now.

Will you at least
let me know you're okay?

Yeah.

(man)
We want what you took
from the jeep.

Huh?

The jeep
in the Marita Wash.

You reported it,
didn't you?

What if I did?

I didn't
take anything.

There was nothing there
to take.

Who the hell
are you?

[gunshot]

Max, did Lambasino
leave a note for us?

It's probably
on the board.

No, it's not.
We already checked.

So what's the story

with that skeleton
they brought in?

Who knows?

Carson's handling it,
and nobody's saying nothing.

Logan, Wyatt,

I'm leaving the unit, boys.

The powers that be
have transferred me

to administration.

I'll be working
in Washington.

Congratulations.

Who's the new CO
gonna be, sir?

Washington promises
a decision on that

within the month.

In the meantime,
Inspector Carson here

will be acting
as interim chief.

I guess that's
the old American way,

isn't it, pal?

You learn fast, Logan.

Seen Lambasino
and Roget?

Nope, must not
have checked in yet.

Probably down
at Marita Wash

watching what's
going on.

What's going on
down at Marita Wash?

You don't know?

Shit,
go check it out.

It's a sight.

This is Strunk.
It's on the flatbed now.

Nobody's allowed
past this point.

Really?

Orders, sir.

Oh, come on, man.

We're all on
the same side here, now.

I'm Agent Wyatt.
This is Agent Logan.

I can see
you're Border Patrol,

but I still can't
let you through.

Sorry.

What is it,
some kind of military secret?

I don't know.
Guess so.

Got any idea
what your buddies

are looking for
back there?

You'll have to ask
the men in charge.

They don't look like
the kind of guys

I want to be asking
a bunch of questions.

Thank you.

Those guys in the suits
are Carson's men.

Yeah.

Hey, look at this.

Man leading
a horse.

Or a mule.

(Ernie)
I thought we'd
have heard about this.

Somebody would have seen it,
reported it.

Look at this.

Here and here.

Two men.

Street shoes.

And this here.

These tracks
look familiar?

Standard 18x40s,
heavy duty, no offset.

Probably a jeep.

Lambasino and Roget?

City vehicle,
two-inch offset.

Front end's
out of alignment.

Well, what now?

Check the entire
state of Texas

for every car
that needs a front end job?

Looks like Lambasino
and Roget

took off after him.

Without reporting this?

Bobby, I rode all the way here
with my radio on.

Nothing.

What is it
about that jeep

that Carson's got
the entire 5th Army out there?

How come the guy
that was driving it

didn't have anything on him
but a license?

Where did he get
all that money?

How come
the only guy

that reported it
is lying there dead?

Why didn't Lambasino or Roget
call this in?

[frenzied dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Where's the city car?

Looks like it's already
come and gone.

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

You two found
the tracks heading here.

Am I correct?

It was
a city car.

Front end's
out of alignment.

Picked it up
at an old desert rat's place

about ten miles
from here.

He was killed,
and his place had been burned.

Lambasino and Roget
had been there.

They followed
the city car.

We picked up
both sets of tracks,

and they led us here.

So that's
your story, huh?

What do you mean,
story?

You had no idea
what they were up to.

Am I right?

Did you?

Did I what?

Did you have any idea
what they were up to?

What who was up to,
Logan?

Del Amo,
this is special unit one.

Come in, please.

Hawthorne here.
I copy.

I'm at the scene,

and there are
no problems.

Yeah, I copy.

We've got
an informant's word here

that a Mr. Pedroza
is sending up

a truckload of wetbacks.

It's supposed to be
crossing the border

in the vicinity
of Balancing Rock.

And we have a sighting
of an unidentified car

located somewhere near a place
called Soledad Mountain.

Good.

That'll give these two
something to do.

Well, you heard
the man, hotshot.

Get your ass
in gear.

You check out
that car.

Pedroza's mine.

I'll meet you
at Soledad in two hours.

Let's get out
of here.

Let's go get the money
and split.

No, sir.

Not while I got a chance
to sting out Pedroza.

To hell
with Pedroza,

and to hell
with the car.

Goddamn it,
I'm telling you, Ernie,

we should go now.

Can't do it,
Bobby.

[man over radio]
This is special unit two.

I'm at Soledad Mountain.
No sign of Logan.

Del Amo,
unit two, copy?

[Carson over radio]
Logan, I told you
to check out the mountain.

Now, where the hell
are you?

I did.
That's where I am.

Soledad Mountain.

I sent you
to Soledad Mountain.

Now, where the hell
have you been?

How the hell do you know
where the hell I am?

Just get your ass back here,
Logan, now.

Where's Ernie?

Wyatt's been back
for over an hour.

He caught Pedroza
red-handed.

He's probably home
celebrating by now.

He wouldn't do that.

Come on back, Logan.

You're tired.

He said
he'd be here.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[crying]

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

There's unit one.

Special unit one,
this is headquarters.

Target subject sighted
500 feet south by southeast.

[gunshots]

[man over radio]
Approaching on foot.

We'll transmit as soon
as we confirm the kill.

[groaning]

We lost
the target.

They got him.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[screaming]
Logan!

Damn you!

[gunshot]

[groaning]

What the hell's
happening?

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Who the hell
is that?

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[grunting]

Why?

Fuck you, pal.

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Who were you?

[yelling]
Who were you?

[screaming]
Who were you?

[gunshot]

Let's see
your hands, please.

Why'd you boys
go digging

where you had
no cause to be?

That rifle
right there,

that's the one
that did it.

They just gave me
a license number.

Told me there was this fellow,
name of Curtis,

gonna show up afternoon
or night of the 22nd.

"Get out there
and wait for him."

I was to give him
his money.

Give him
a fishing rod case

with room
for a rifle,

direct him
to the border.

Then what happens?

Out of the blue,
you boys

laid that license number
on my deputy,

and the nightmares started
all over again.

Come on.

You might as well
do it here.

I ain't letting you
take me back.

(Wells)
I ain't taking you back.

I want you
to get in this jeep,

go south,
Mexico.

Change your name.

Change your looks.

I'm giving you this chance
because you're Matt's boy.

If I get in that jeep,
I ain't running.

I'm going back
and tell them what I know.

Hah, well, I guess
you haven't heard, have you?

You're a mad dog killer, son.

You knifed your own partner
for that box of money.

Hell, it's been on this radio
for over an hour now.

You poke your nose around there,
you're gonna get shot on sight,

and they'll give them
a medal for it.

They're saying...

they're saying
I killed Ernie?

They got you,
Matt's boy.

Same as them others.

Do you want to die?

Go on back there.

You want to live,
you go.

Take the money.

What about you?

Oh, they'll be coming.
You can bet on that.

I'll wait here
for them.

Buy you some time.

Whatever happens
should have happened years ago.

Come on, son.

Don't be a martyr.

We already got
enough of them.

Go on.

Be different.

Be the one
that got away.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

I'll be back.

You get a chance,
you might tell 'em that.

I'll tell 'em.

♪ ♪

Copyright: 2004
Home Box Office, Inc.

Captioning by CaptionMax
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(Scott Richardson)
♪ I dug up a secret ♪

♪ buried in shifting sand. ♪

♪ Stumbled into a mystery ♪

♪ hidden by the high command. ♪

♪ Guess who pulled
the trigger. ♪

♪ Guess who pulls the strings. ♪

♪ Same faceless fixers ♪

♪ who never want
to hear me sing. ♪

♪ Caught in the flashpoint. ♪

♪ Stuck with the truth
pounding in my brain. ♪

♪ Grieving for the innocence ♪

♪ I'll never see again. ♪

♪ Once there was
a fair-haired boy ♪

♪ living in Camelot. ♪

♪ But they shot him right down
in Dallas town ♪

♪ when the chess game
got too hot. ♪

♪ The whole world
watched in horror ♪

♪ as the facts
got pushed aside. ♪

♪ Now I'm running down
to Mexico ♪

♪ with a secret
they tried to hide. ♪

♪ Caught in the flashpoint. ♪

♪ Stuck with the truth
pounding in my brain. ♪

♪ Grieving for the innocence ♪

♪ I'll never see again. ♪

♪ Caught in the flashpoint. ♪

♪ Stuck with the blood money
in my hands. ♪

♪ Skeletons can't talk, ♪

♪ and I'm the only one
who understands. ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hmm, yeah. ♪

♪ Oh. ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The power brokers
who made him a god ♪

♪ laid him down. ♪

♪ An accident
hid the evidence, ♪

♪ but evidence
will always be found. ♪

♪ Caught in the flashpoint. ♪

♪ Stuck with the truth
pounding in my brain. ♪ ♪