Original subtitles

Oh yeah! There ya go, Tanque.

Now, that's more like it!

All right!

So, what's next? Are we gonna get something to eat?

I'm not sure. Where you wanna go?

I'm taking you guys to get torta de la barda.

-Oh, good. -Aren't those in Tampico, Captain?

No, at the border, there's a diner where they're so tasty.

Hey! No!

Even better, how about stuffed crabs?

-The kind that they've got at El Sirenito? -Oh yeah!

-Ah, I'm in! -That idea's surprisingly good, Toro.

-Damn! -Well, it's my decision since I'm driving.

It's torta de la barda.

Aye, aye, Captain.

All right. At ease, soldier.

Everybody okay?

-I'm fanning out on the right! -Behind you!

I'll cover your 12!

All right, assholes!

At your 12! Mine, Pollo! Mine!

Holy shit!

Get off of me!

Fuck.

Covering!

-My shoulder! -Goddamn sons of bitches.

It's dislocated, man.

-I'll pop it back in here. -Yes.

-Do it. -Deep breaths. This'll hurt. One…

There we go.

-There we go. There we go. -Ah! Damn it!

Report! Everyone good?

-Toro standing! -Pollo standing, Captain!

-Tanque standing! -Combo standing!

COUNTERSTRIKE

72 HOURS EARLIER

Of all the stupid shit you do, smoking is the worst.

I'm anxious. It helps me calm down.

Well, you wouldn't be so anxious if you'd told that guy to put on a condom.

It's gonna be okay.

Relax.

I'm right here with you.

Come on. We have to get going now.

I'm gonna throw up!

Wait a minute! Give me a minute. I'm pulling over now. Give me a minute.

Hey! What happened? What's wrong?

You okay?

What happened? What'd you see?

-Ah, shit! -Huh?

Here we go. Take that.

-And that. -Come on.

-Hmm? -Ooh, you're screwed.

-No way. -Huh? Four dimes.

-Nah! -And the lovely lady.

Get outta here! Show it.

-Not true. -Yeah?

No, it's not true.

Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding.

-I'm leaving. -Don't be a sore loser.

-Why are you leavin'? -I'm not sore. I have duties.

-So what do I owe you, Maik? -What was it, Guerrero? Just two beers?

That's 60 pesos.

-Take that. -One's on the house.

No, no, no, no, no! I'm buying.

No fuckin' way. Charge me.

-Why so ungrateful? -I know you, fuckin' Tuco.

You'll pay for two of my drinks

and go around bragging that you buy me all my alcohol.

-It's not happening. -You see that, Maik?

One tries to be gracious, but no.

Charge me and keep the change for later.

I hate to tell you, but it comes to 830 with what you drank.

-Huh? -You still owe me 330, Tuco.

Ah. This place is like a gas station. Prices go up without notice.

-Put it on my tab, okay? -And pigs might fly.

Fucking Tuco. It's been ages, and you're the same as ever.

It's going on three years since he's been hangin' around here.

-Has it really been that long? -Uh-huh. Yeah.

-And you're the same asshole. -Always the same.

-It was nice to see you. -Take care.

-See you around. -Hold on. I'm leaving as well.

-Yes, but you're going somewhere else. -No more for you, Barbosa.

No, wait for me.

Officer. Officer, help.

We were just coming this way--

No, no, no. Wait. Come on. Get inside. Don't let 'em see us.

-Where you going? -Hurry up!

You know who that is, right?

-That's Román. Brother of El Aguijón Díaz. -Mom!

Let her go! Leave my daughter alone!

-What were you doing in that cornfield? -Let her go!

I'm talkin' to you! What'd you see? Hmm?

-Load her up! -You're seeing what I'm seeing, Tuco.

Who knows what the fuck they did to get nabbed like that?

Hey, no! This isn't our problem. We can't do anything.

-Hey, get a move on! -Let's go!

-What'd you see? -Nothing, sir. Really.

Ah, nothing? Look…

-No! Let me go! -What were you doing?

What's going on now, Tuco? Come here, asshole. Get inside.

Believe me. We didn't see a thing.

-What'd you see, bitch? -Let 'em go. That's enough.

Who the fuck is this guy?

No one. I just came for them.

Well, fuck it, then. Pelón!

-Mom! -Grab him!

Don't--

Duck down! Get inside!

Son of a fucking…

Drop the weapon, pal.

Drop it!

Now you're screwed, you son of a bitch.

-What the hell is goin' on? -Nothing. Calm down. It's under control.

Put down the gun, and let him go. Do it now.

I'm in the military.

You pretending to be a soldier, asshole?

We were being kidnapped, and he saved us.

Ma'am, please remain silent. Don't say anything.

You! Drop the weapon.

Agent, listen carefully to what I say to you.

I'm first captain of the Mexican Armed Forces.

Here's my identification.

Captain.

What is your name, Agent?

Márquez. Agent Márquez.

Agent Márquez, how should we proceed?

Yes, Agent Márquez. How should we proceed?

All right, lower your weapons.

Now. Now! Lower your weapons!

Lower your weapons.

Officers, proceed!

Goddamn motherfuckin' GI.

Son of a fucking bitch.

Captain. Hey.

We discovered a mass grave site a few kilometers from here.

Near the sewer ridge.

That's why those fuckers wanted to kidnap us.

MEXICAN ARMY

Secretary, I'm going to be very clear about what I said a few moments ago.

Under no circumstances will I allow my fallen soldiers

to become merely statistics on some report.

Colonel, I'd like to tell you that the information about your soldiers

didn't come from the secretariat.

But I'm not sure.

Just so you know,

we'll be going after Josefo Urías and anyone else who may be responsible.

Understood, Colonel. You can count on my support.

Come in.

Excuse me, Colonel. I didn't know you were busy.

Come on in.

-Good afternoon, Secretary. -Good afternoon.

This is Captain Guerrero.

A pleasure, Captain. You're not from here, are you?

No, Secretary. I'm from Sinaloa.

He came here specifically to run the operation.

Well, you have my full support, Captain, and when you have some free time,

I'll take you to a place that has the absolute best scallops in Mexico.

You should go, Captain.

You'll be on a three-day leave, won't you?

Well, that's good news. Tomorrow we'll go out to eat.

Thanks for the offer, but it's the birthday

of one of my soldiers, the youngest one.

And we're all celebrating. Otherwise, I would.

Ah, well.

Colonel, goodbye.

-I'll walk you out. -Thank you very much.

Captain.

Ten bodies were found in a hidden grave

on the Valle Hermoso highway.

The bodies are those of soldiers, presumably tortured and killed.

The Secretariat identified them as the group that had disappeared

during an operation to arrest drug trafficker Josefo Urías.

Urías is the leader of the cartel known as El Enjambre.

Don't you dare enter this kitchen, you wild animals!

-You know we're not animals. -And we're not wild.

Okay. Come on in.

That's it.

Very good.

There you go.

Some for you.

A little or a lot?

-A little. -There.

-Hey. -That's so sweet of you.

Thank you, darling.

Go get dressed!

Hurry up!

And don't stick your fingers in your food!

What have I told you?

Use a fork.

That's right. So do it.

Quite the fucking mess you made with those girls, huh?

That was fuckin' Marrano. Why'd they bury the damn soldiers there?

'Cause they're a bunch of assholes.

I spoke to the secretary.

And that GI…

He's not just any soldier, Román.

He's from Special Forces.

He's a Murciélago?

One of the guys who killed our father.

Fuckin' sons of bitches.

When it comes to Murciélagos…

the only way they can be killed is from behind.

So that's how we're gonna get them.

From behind, motherfucker.

I've already set up a meeting with that goddamn secretary.

Well, let's go.

What time did you take the pill?

This morning, when I woke up.

You've got another hour, but you know what?

Just take it now.

I don't know why the hell the people from the pharmacy aren't here yet.

Ah, there they are.

-All right, you fucking bitch! -Leave us alone!

No! No!

No!

-Good morning. -Good morning, Captain.

Hey! You're in charge of making copies already.

Good job, Pollo.

-Does this mean Tanque's retiring? -What's that?

I'll sign those papers.

-All right, now. Pay attention. -Thanks, Pollo.

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

The operation's target is Eduardo Medina Gutiérrez,

also known as Lalo "El Marrano."

NAME: EDUARDO MEDINA GUTIÉRREZ

He's an important player within the organization

of Josefo "El Aguijón" Urías,

And he is the main suspect

in the massacre of our Piedras Negras unit.

On the property, we can see the restaurant…

Marisquería Tres Coronas,

owned by Eduardo Medina.

César!

We're considering exchanging his freedom

for information leading to the capture of El Aguijón.

Witness protection.

That's right.

He's a weak link among Urías's men.

He could provide valuable information. It's a good strategy.

El Cuaco. He's got the women. Just say the word.

Are you stupid or something?

-Just take 'em to the house. -Take them to the sawmill house.

Sergeant Lovato, report.

There's movement reported at the location.

Some civilians were already inside.

And as you can see in the image, more are arriving.

Sergeant Quetzal, you,

Lieutenant Atenea, and Toro will go undercover.

Combo, you and Lieutenant Stum are with me.

Let's try to be on time, right, Tanque?

-It was only once. -Once that almost got us murdered, Tanque.

If there are no questions, let's get ready to go.

We're out in 15. Good luck to you.

Green light.

Shh.

Josefo won't forgive me again.

-Hey! Take it easy! -Drop the weapon!

Everyone calm down! Put down your weapons!

Well, it's like you guys say, "You know the drill." Right?

Drop the gun right now, man!

Do not make us open fire. Take the high road.

Alpha, secure them both.

-Moving in. -Toro!

Moving in.

-Cover the back! -Yes, sir.

-Lower your hand. -All right, go on. Get up! Move it!

-Move it! -Keep your head down!

-Advance! -Okay. Moving out.

-What's going on? -Another report!

We're clear!

Advance!

Let's go!

-All right, advance! -Let's go!

Get in, asshole!

MEXICAN ARMY

Got you covered.

PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE

Condor. Condor to Falcon. Arriving at position.

Securing the area.

-Good afternoon, Agent. -Good afternoon, Captain.

How's it going?

I'm delivering the prisoners at 5:47 p.m.

That's correct.

-Bring 'em out! -All right, Officers.

Bring out the prisoners.

-Move! -Scoot to the back. Further.

Keep walking. A bit more.

Move it, asshole.

Captain.

Oh!

Captain.

Sorry to ask, but do you know how many days' leave we're gonna have?

I want to try to see my family.

-What gives, Combo? -What, man?

We were gonna celebrate Pollo's 15th birthday.

-Hey! -Could be your son.

Fifteen!

Pollo, his looks can be deceiving, can't they?

-Uh, all right. -Okay, enough.

Let's go!

-Yes, Captain. -Let's go.

I read the report,

and I can tell the operation to catch that guy

was executed relatively peacefully and calmly. Hmm?

Yeah, Sergeant Lovato had to neutralize one of them in front of the tourists.

But fortunately, there was only one.

Good.

Very good.

There's only one way to catch those fuckers.

-And it's in broad daylight. -That's true.

Captain, I want you to know that we're processing the paperwork

to request your team's continuing support in the pursuit of Josefo Urías.

I wasn't sure if you'd bring it up, Colonel, but that's why I'm here.

My soldiers and I won't be leaving here until we capture that asshole.

If I need to request a hearing, I will.

Very good.

I'll let you know as soon as I get a response from him.

And, please, enjoy your weekend and give my best to your comrade from me.

I'll pass it along, Colonel.

-Can your camera see that far? -It can.

-Nah, we're too far away. -It's very powerful from far away.

We'll see.

Fucking GI.

God damn…

Oh wow. Look at that.

-It can. -Mm-hmm.

How ya been, Secretary?

Josefo.

-Let's get down to business. -Sounds good.

-Do you want to count it? -No. It's fine.

Sir.

Captain Guerrero's cell phone is under surveillance 24/7.

You can monitor it here.

He's on leave tomorrow.

-'Sup? -'Sup?

-Did you film the entire handoff? -The whole thing.

That fucking Murciélago…

He captured that asshole El Marrano.

Damn it all to hell.

What do we gotta do now?

Don't play the badass.

That fucking GI can be killed from behind.

No bullshit. You listening?

Hey!

Understood?

Listen, I'm giving you the chance…

to avenge our father.

Don't let me down. You got that?

All right.

I'll do it for Dad.

What's up, sweetheart?

Hey, it's just…

the captain says we're gonna have three days off.

So, we're gonna use them to go across the border.

Check out Combo.

So, I won't be able to visit you.

-Hey, hey, hey! Lookie here. -Is he asking for permission?

I'm wearing my chain, sweetheart. I never take it off for anything,

I swear. I love you, sweetheart.

Hey, I'm… I'm gonna go, sweetie.

I love you. I… I love you more.

Okay, see you. Bye.

Take care, I love you.

Hey, Lieutenant. Let me get that. Don't worry about it.

Oh, hey… What? Wait a minute,

You didn't bring anything.

I'm gonna use this opportunity to buy clothes for Dianita.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, God.

That's the reason people get bullied at school, my friend.

Yeah, that's true.

Oh. That's not what I was picturing.

What's this, Captain?

I know the colonel is our superior, but he shouldn't screw around.

What's up with this relic he loaned us?

I thought the same when they assigned you to my unit, Lieutenant.

But you're the toughest one, right?

No, she's a beaut. A real classic, no?

Just like you.

You got him good, man.

With respect.

-Oh, shut up. -Oh, Pollo.

-Shh. -Hey.

Shut it, Pollo.

I said "with respect."

-Okay. -Come on!

-Pollo. -Yeah?

Before we go, I want you to take one of those selfies.

Okay.

All right, everyone get in. Line up. That's good.

-All right. Here we go. -Wait.

Hueso!

-What's up? -Hey, take a picture.

-That's a better idea. -Yeah.

Just flip the camera, and it's set.

Mm-hmm.

Smile. One, two, three.

-Toro standing! -Pollo standing!

-Tanque standing! -Combo standing!

Take it all.

Report!

Three full, Captain!

-Two and a half. -Half full, Captain.

-Full magazine. Forty rounds. -Good.

Combo, give that rifle to Pollo.

Yes, Captain.

-Here, Pollo. -Thanks, Combo.

Canica! Canica! Seriously, fucker! I'm on my way, asshole!

Shit!

Fan out!

-Take cover, everyone! -I'm going back there.

Go!

I'll cover you, Pollo!

Two, three!

We've got them! We have them surrounded!

Now!

Pollo in position, Toro!

Fucking assholes.

-We gotta move! Let's go! -Don't let them through!

-Now! -Move it, dog!

-Ready to go? -I'm ready!

-How many? -Three at 12 o'clock!

Combo!

-Pollo, report! -One left, Captain!

Alpha, Bravo! Maneuver!

-Grenade! -Get down!

Everybody good?

-C4 standing! -Combo standing!

-Tanque standing! -Toro standing!

Pollo standing!

Bro…

The Murciélago fucked me up.

It was him.

Kill him, man.

Kill them all.

Move out!

Combo, back me up!

-Copy. -I'll cover you! Covering!

Go, go, go! Go, go! I'll cover you!

Don't move, shithead!

Drop it, asshole! Drop the weapon!

Drop the weapon, now!

Drop that shit!

It's over!

You're screwed, Murciélago.

You're going to hell.

You're all going to hell.

I'm not the one spitting up blood.

Who sold us out?

Pollo, pass me his phone.

Yes, Captain.

Captain?

Isn't this the famous Sacristán Urías?

There'll be lots more.

And they'll get here before any kind of help arrives.

These shitheads were sent by Josefo, and they knew exactly where we were.

-Someone at the base betrayed us. -We're very exposed right by the highway.

By my estimation, it's about

40 kilometers to the base

and 20 to the border.

Well, fuck. We have a shitload of options, then.

Lieutenant! Do you have eyes on the colonel?

He's having a meeting with the federal governor right now.

Listen carefully.

I need you to ask him to authorize an extraction

for my squad as soon as he finishes his meeting.

Our identity is compromised.

Listen, in about six hours, we'll be at the Brownsville checkpoint.

I'll send backup right now.

Tell me your location, C4.

No, there's no way they'll get here before the enemy.

We're at a disadvantage.

At the Brownsville checkpoint in six hours.

Right. I'll see you there.

We'll walk through the mountains to the Brownsville checkpoint.

Got that?

Yes, Captain!

Move out!

Go! Quickly!

How many times did I tell you, asshole?

How many times did I tell you, asshole?!

Tell me how many fucking times I said it!

Always fucking around like a badass!

Always fucking around like a badass!

How many times did I say "change," asshole?

Change! Your whole life, asshole!

And then, like an asshole, you go and die!

Why didn't you listen to me, motherfucker?

Why, man?

I love you, asshole.

I love you, brother.

The dogs are on their way.

Careful.

I'm not sure those dogs even know who their master is.

Pure ex-military and… MS-13.

That's where the fucker is going.

They're headed to El Paso.

Follow him.

Bring me to those motherfuckers.

Move out!

-Okay. Two minutes to hydrate, soldiers. -Yes, Captain.

Pollo!

-Give me your weapon. -Yes, Captain.

This guy. The dude came packing.

Poor boys.

Why are you switching your watch?

I always switch it when I'm about to start a mission.

In order to…

get help pulling the trigger.

They're coming, right, Captain?

-How many? -Nine of them.

-Shit. -We really need to reload.

There's too many.

Too fuckin' late.

-Pollo. -Yes, Captain?

Watch it, watch it, watch it!

Take cover! Take cover!

-There's seven left. -It's no fucking use. Retreat! Take cover!

Move it! They're on the move! Fire!

Take cover!

Advance!

Move, you bastards!

-Careful, asshole! -Hurry up!

Take cover!

Son of a fucking bitch!

You're fucked, motherfucker!

Get in there, assholes!

Pollo!

-Pollo! -I'm okay, Captain!

Are you okay?!

-Are you okay? -I'm okay! I'm okay!

Murciélagos!

The area is clear! Report!

Combo standing!

Toro standing!

Tanque standing.

Sit, sit.

There you go. Sit. Sit down.

Down. Down.

Down.

Pollo. What happened, Pollo?

-Nothing, Combo. -Let's see.

No, no. It didn't go in. I'm okay.

-Let me see. -The bullet didn't go in.

-It was a graze. -Yeah.

-I'm gonna wrap it. Hold still. -Okay.

Nice and tight, man, huh?

-That's it. -Fuck!

That's it, do it. Do it.

Oh, fuck!

Oh my God. Thanks.

How is he?

Can I use your weapon?

We have to cauterize it.

Hang on.

Hang in there.

Come on.

Hang in there. Bite this.

That's it.

One, two…

That's it. That's it.

You're good. You're good.

There we are. You're good.

Okay. Okay.

-It's gonna be okay. -Let me see.

Good. Lift your head. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. It's done.

That's it. It's all over.

-You good? It's done. -Lieutenant.

You've earned these.

Hold it, and stand down!

They took out everyone.

But they're still close.

Soldiers, your phones.

Yeah.

You assholes.

Son of a bitch.

-Let's go. -Yeah.

Dogs!

Including these five bodies,

they've taken 18 comrades of ours.

-So get your shit together! -Yes, sir!

Let's go!

Toro!

Cover our six.

We're going to rest.

Okay.

How you doing, Pollo?

Don't worry. It's just a scratch, Combo.

I'm okay.

Okay. Let me see.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

It's okay. I'm gonna tighten it. Here we go.

-Okay. -Fuck!

Okay. Just stop bleeding, man.

Okay? Let me look at that.

Your eyes.

Open your mouth.

Your tongue.

I don't want you to get dehydrated. Okay?

God damn it, Toro.

My sneakers.

Did you see them?

They're completely fucked.

I never wore them before today.

Yeah.

They're pretty fucked, all right.

But they're still cool as shit.

How you doing, soldier?

Ready for what's next, Toro.

That's the way, chief!

Fuckin' piece of shit.

Tanque's pretty bad.

He's disoriented, dehydrated.

That shit's gonna get infected.

Yeah.

Look.

We're compromised.

-What is it, boss? -The secretary sold us out.

To get to the checkpoint on time, we gotta move quickly.

There's no time to lose.

Advance!

Tanque.

Some party we threw you, huh, Pollo?

Well, they say spending your birthday working is good luck, don't they?

What a great fucking job we have.

When I was a kid, my dad brought us hunting here.

Right on these trails.

-To hunt white-tailed deer. -Oh.

That explains your aim, you little son of a bitch.

Armed men, Captain.

It's the bad guys.

A stopover would be nice.

I gotta take these guys out.

I'm sure there are supplies in there.

A resupply wouldn't hurt, Captain.

-Move, dogs! -Go!

-Look. -What is it?

That's fantastic.

I was afraid we were getting further away, but we're getting closer.

Shut up! Quiet! Quiet, you fucking bitch!

You too, asshole!

Shut up! Shh!

Fucking--

Doc! Doc!

Fucking dog! Die, dog!

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

You're safe now.

We're gonna get you checked out. And you're gonna be all right.

My comrade is a doctor.

See to them, Captain. Please.

Mm.

Toro, lend me your blade.

Okay. I'm gonna get this off of you.

Okay.

I'm a doctor. I'm gonna have a look at you.

Look at me. What's your name?

-Carla. -Okay.

What's your name? Look at me.

What's your name?

-My name is Lucía. -Lucía.

You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

-That's it. -Where'd you put the bodies?

Just over there, behind the house.

-Good. -Look what we found.

Josefo's dogs will be here soon.

We have to be ready for anything.

It's not just us anymore.

We have the lives of two very vulnerable civilians in our hands.

It's situations like this…

that sometimes makes me want to get out of the military life.

But it's also the reason I want to keep going.

Combo, how are the women?

They're in shock.

But… they can continue on with us.

Well, then. Grab enough ammunition.

Time to gear up.

El Aguijón's people are following us.

They're biting at our heels.

We have to move quickly towards the Brownsville checkpoint.

More of our comrades are waiting there to provide support.

We're going to put bulletproof vests on you so you feel safer.

May I?

Go ahead.

-Lift your arm. -There.

-Okay. -Damn. This weighs a ton.

Well, yeah.

At first, you hate the fuckin' vest.

Until it saves your life for the first time.

I'm Jorge.

But you can call me "Pollo" if you want.

And you?

Carla.

Thank you.

We'll be traveling in the dark.

Murciélagos.

Murciélagos.

We'll go in formation.

You two stay in the middle at all times.

Don't worry.

I'll be behind you the whole time.

Just don't take off on me, huh?

-Go ahead. -Get in place.

I'll be behind you.

Don't worry.

Easy, easy.

-Just move with me. -Are we ready?

Ready?

Move, move. Move, move.

Retreat!

Get her, get her!

Get the girl! Bring her inside!

-I got you. -Take her in!

You're all going to hell!

Pollo! Pollo!

Stay down! Get to the back!

Pollo! Grenade!

Grenade! Take cover!

-This way! Over here! -Come on, Pollo!

Get inside!

Go!

Come on!

Covering!

Covering!

-Sergeant, are you okay? -I'm okay, Captain! I'm going upstairs!

Toro, Pollo!

Yes, Captain?

Kill them!

-Down! They're returning fire! -Sons of bitches!

Go, damn it!

Advance! I said move up!

Fire! Kill the motherfuckers!

Die!

Combo! What's the status of the civilians?

They're okay!

I'm going to open up the perimeter, Captain.

Understood!

You cowards!

There's a lot of 'em.

Affirmative.

I don't know how long we can hold them off.

This'll hurt. This'll hurt, Pollo!

Pollo!

They're fucking killing us, man! You've only got two more shots.

Toro, you gotta have faith.

Right? That's what they trained us for.

-Hmm? -There's so many, Pollo.

What the hell, Cobra?

That place, doesn't it have an exit or duct that goes to the river?

Yes. That's how El Marrano got the goodies in.

-Well, get going. You're wasting time! -Hey, dogs!

Come with me, fuckers.

-Now! Let's go! -Sir!

The first thing you need…

is a magazine.

It goes in like this.

A firm push, and it goes in.

This is the safety.

In this position, you can't pull the trigger.

You have to have your finger here.

This little tab here, this piece, with two fingers.

Pull it firmly and let go.

And it's ready to shoot.

That's it.

Combo!

Up here!

Hey, Tanque!

Cover this flank!

Tanque, back up. Outside!

Copy that.

I'm going over there.

You stay and cover this part of the window, okay?

-I'm gonna check on Pollo. -I'll cover you.

Cobra, she's gonna attack from behind.

We need to distract them for 20 minutes so she can get to the duct.

-Got it? -Got it.

-I'll cover you. Now go. -Okay.

Upstairs?

It's Pollo, man!

Shit. Go!

Go, go, go, go!

-Where is it? -Here, in my thigh, Combo!

Let me see. Okay.

Oh, fucking hell.

I'm going to pack it.

Bite down.

Here I go.

Easy, easy, easy.

Done. Done.

-Thanks, Combo. Thanks. -Fucking Pollo.

Pollo!

What's up, Toro?

You never told me who helped you pull the trigger.

My brother.

He was a firefighter.

But during Hurricane Ingrid…

he didn't make it out.

And this watch…

was his.

He's with me always.

Always.

Are they following you because of us, Captain?

No, you're not the reason they're following us.

We're not getting out of here, are we?

Nobody gets left behind.

We go in together, we get out together.

Just what we needed.

They've got an M2!

Come on! Find some cover!

Hurry up! I said hurry up!

Get down!

-Hurry! -Come on!

Come on, man!

-Hurry! Hurry! -Let's go!

-Loaded! Loaded! -Open fire!

Fire!

That's right, you fucking assholes!

You motherfucking GIs are dead!

God damn it!

-Counterstrike! -Go!

Are you okay?

Hurry up! Let's go!

Cover me!

Covering!

Hell yeah!

Go, go!

Get closer to the house! I'll cover you.

Combo!

Left!

Right!

-Cover me, Pollo! -Covering, covering!

How are you, man?

He's mine, you little bastard.

Now let's finish them, dogs!

Ammo!

Report!

Combo standing!

Pollo standing!

Toro standing!

Dámaso, report!

Tanque standing!

I need ammunition!

-I'll bring it to you, Captain! -No! No, no! Carla! Don't go!

Are you okay?

I'll get the doctor.

Take cover!

-Run! Run! -No! No!

-No! No, no! -Run!

Pollo!

Tanque?

Tanque?

Tanque?

Urías!

Enough!

It's over!

Pollo!

Pollo!

God damn it!

Enough! That's enough!

Enough! It's over!

Enough!

It's over! Enough!

It's over.

I'm putting down my weapon.

I'll take out what I have in my waistband.

That's enough.

It's over.

Pollo!

That's right, fucking GIs.

They're gonna give you commendations

for being so well-behaved.

For putting me in "the slammer," as you say.

With my buddies.

Fucking piece of shit Murciélagos!

No!

What?

You gonna shoot me, little bitch?

Go ahead.

No, we have honor.

Defend yourself!

It's fucking over, bitch.

I should kill you.

You're not getting off that easy, motherfucker.

You'll pay for everything you've done.

You messed with Special Forces, bitch.

We have a prisoner. Notify the Public Ministry.

"THE ONLY THING NECESSARY FOR THE TRIUMPH OF EVIL

IS FOR GOOD MEN TO DO NOTHING."

Subtitle translation by: Paola Gómez