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First saw it when I was stationed at Fort Clench.

A bit of an eye opener, even for Florida.

Saw it again in Afghanistan

chasing insurgents around mud holes.

Now it's here.

See, everybody thinks that they're entitled to respect,

a house, and even a pair of damn tennis shoes.

You know what happens then?

- What? - Gratitude goes out the window.

- [ radio chatter ] - Thank God.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Could've sworn that was another one of your bad jokes.

I'm serious, man.

I pulled a woman and her boy

out of a sinkhole in Alpine last month,

both of them nearly dead from dehydration.

I remember.

You think either one of them said as much as a thank you?

Probably didn't speak English.

She sure as hell didn't say gracias.

The Spanish she was spitting to me was 100 proof.

[ radio chatter continues ]

Well, they're never happy to see the uniform.

Yeah, but this uniform saved her life.

And instead of a simple thank you,

she looks at me like I'm the enemy.

No gratitude.

Check it out.

Well, I'll be damned. Let's go get 'em!

Angel: Be careful. That dust is kicking up.

All right, break right. Break right.

Watch that corner. I'm coming up, Angie.

He's gonna end up flipping that thing.

We're braking, we're braking.

Vaquero! Hands out now!

- Buenos dias, señor. - You fucking kidding?

Looks like we got ourselves the head honcho

of the whole organization, huh?

What should we do with El Chapíto here?

Steal his load, feed him to the coyotes?

- I know the rules, white bread. - Hey, easy.

Well, goddamn.

We got ourselves a real vaquero here, huh?

You see, they make these...

...to fit little mules like you.

Andale.

Chapíto didn't say thanks.

No, he did not.

Dispatch: Bravo 6-Fox-40,

sensors are picking up a 10-60 in your sector.

- Copy, Romeo. Coordinates? - At 17:43 hours.

Number 103 chirped about 20 minutes later.

Heading due north toward the pass.

Could be a thirsty critter.

Hasn't rained in the basin

since I can remember.

Maybe.

Omaha 10, 6-Fox-40, you airborne?

Omaha 10: Negative, 6-Fox-40.

We're wings down for the night.

Hope that doesn't leave you in a lurch.

Not at all, Omaha.

Romeo, I'll go ahead and take a look.

Hey!

No, no!

Shit.

[ grunting ]

Romeo 2, Bravo 6-Fox-40. Do you copy? Over.

Do you copy? Over.

[ distorted radio chatter ]

Cruz, do you copy? Over.

[ distorted chatter continues ]

Shit.

[ grunts ]

Hannah: Angel. Angel, are you there?

Sí, amor. I'm here.

I tried calling your cell.

No reception. I'm in the field.

I'm on my way over to Presidio right now.

- You okay? - You have to come home.

- Is it the baby? - It's not-- that--

- Not-- - Hannah?

[ Stranger singing in Spanish ]

Hannah: Angel, are--

[ continues singing ]

[ continues singing ]

[ gasps, moaning ]

[ groans ]

[ wheezing ]

Romeo 2, Bravo 6-Fox-40.

Do you copy? Over.

[ continues wheezing ]

- [ radio static ] - Cruz, do you copy? Over.

Veracruz: 10-2, Bravo 6. Go for Romeo.

I'm 10-92, heading your direction with one IA, condition critical.

Get the trauma cart together.

Veracruz: 10-4.

No!

- You should've called for a Care Flight. - No time.

- Never treated a floater before. - You got him?

- Come on, bud. - Well, he's lucky to be alive.

- Just don't let him die again. - All right.

Hey, listen, I got a problem at home.

Is everything okay with Hannah and the baby?

They're fine, but it can't wait.

- All right, bagging him up. - Got him.

- You got him? All right-- - One, two, three.

Is that necessary?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- I owe you. - Uno, dos, tres.

[ moaning ]

Stranger: El Paso...

Veracruz: Tranquilo, tranquilo, tranquilo.

All right, I'm gonna go run his prints.

I can't find his fucking veins.

It's like working with a sponge or something.

- Check his other arm. - Really?

Shh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

[ whispering in Spanish ]

Shit. Hitch?

Ay, must've hit a rock when the river pulled you under.

[ old man muttering in Spanish ]

[ muttering continues ]

- Hannah? Hannah! - [ muttering ]

- Hannah: I'm here. - [ continues muttering ]

- Who is this? - Look, I'm not-- I'm no too sure.

- Why'd you let him in? - I didn't let him in.

When I got home, he was just sitting there. It's all right.

- He's not well. - [ continues muttering ]

I was gonna call an ambulance until...

...he gave me that.

He says he's your father.

[ muttering ]

I'm taking him to the station.

Run his prints, find out who he really is.

Okay, are you sure you wanna do that?

What if he really is your father?

So he's got an old photo of mom.

- Doesn't mean anything. - Angel!

You really think they'd care about some old man?

- There is no "they," Hannah. - [ laughs ]

Just a machine with no soul,

no heart, but a very good memory.

Okay, but what happens if he gets deported?

Because he needs medical attention.

Who the hell is gonna take care of him

on the other side?

He seemed to do just fine on his own until now.

Veracruz: Angel, you there?

Yeah.

- Answer your phone. - [ phone vibrating ]

What is it?

You need to get your ass back here, pronto.

- What's wrong? - Everything.

- I have to go in. I'm taking him with. - No, no, no.

I think you're making a mistake.

Amor, there is not a way in hell

I'm leaving him alone with you.

- Okay, why not? - Because it's not safe.

Take a look. Look at him.

- [ whispering ] - He--

- Honey, he's helpless. - Well, I see a man that's out of his mind.

- That makes him dangerous. - Okay, I-- I don't.

I don't. I don't see it that way,

and I can take care of him.

[ continues muttering ]

I just need you to give it some thought.

Please.

- Fine. - Jesus Christ.

He moves? Shoot him.

Love you.

English!

Speak English.

What happened?

He just came off of the gurney.

So you shot him?

Not me.

You shouldn't have taken the damn cuffs off.

Damn it, Cruz. You know procedure!

You gonna lecture me on procedure?

He was critical!

You should've taken him to Presidio,

but you dumped him on me and cut outta here!

- Where the hell were you? - Doing fucking paperwork

instead of watching this guy.

I'm not the one that lost control of my weapon.

He was out cold. Next thing I know, he has me on the ground.

- Did you see the gun in his possession? - They were fighting for it.

Did your weapon leave your holster?

- Did your weapon leave your holster, Cruz? - I don't think so.

- I don't think so. - It's a simple yes or no--

I don't remember, okay?

I-- I don't remember.

Did any of you call it in?

No.

We're fucked.

We're all fucked.

[ coughing ]

[ sighs ]

The hell are you doing in there?

Just getting used to the feeling.

[ sighs ]

Listen, if it went down like you said...

...you saved your partner's life.

Internal Affairs will clear you.

You don't get it, Angel.

I've already got a bad jacket from back in Nogales.

What do you mean?

I read your file when you transferred in. It was clean.

That AFGE lawyer got it suppressed pending a final determination.

Got what suppressed?

Take a fucking guess.

Got what suppressed?

An excessive use of force complaint.

Oh, fuck me.

[ groans ]

Don't tell me you used your service weapon.

Sure as hell didn't tickle him to death.

Right.

Cruz was right, you know?

You could've just taken him to Presidio.

Go easy on that shit, Hitch.

He didn't have an ID on him?

Pockets were empty.

- And you didn't file a report? - No time.

Okay.

That means El Paso doesn't know we had him.

The system doesn't even know he exists.

What-- what are you saying?

Your mom is sick, Cruz.

Who's gonna take care of her when you're in prison, hmm?

Hell, I grew up without a father.

There's no way I'm doing that to my son.

No, sir.

[ sighs ]

What is it, Cruz?

- This doesn't feel right. - Which part?

- When he took your gun or when I saved your life? - Hey.

This was an accident. No one's at fault, okay?

Maybe we should just report it.

No one's reporting shit.

We all know who's gonna take the fall for this,

- and they're not gonna make a fucking example out of me! - Hey, hey!

There's enough finger pointing and fuck ups to go around.

There's nothing we can do to bring him back.

This is the kind of shit that will follow us forever.

Or we can lay it to rest and put it behind us.

But we have to agree.

These shovels break ground,

and we're all in.

Is that understood?

Hell yeah, man.

Entiendo, Cruz?

I wanna hear you say it.

Yeah.

- Yes. - Good.

Thanks.

[ old man muttering in Spanish ]

Hannah?

[ muttering continues ]

[ wind chimes ringing ]

[ muttering continues ]

[ muttering ]

Ignacio.

Tito.

He goes by Tito.

Ignacio.

Tito?

Why did you cross the river into Texas, hmm?

No, mija, I am in El Paso.

- In El Paso. - No.

You speak English.

El Paso.

- El Paso. - Hannah: Tito.

Tito.

Tito.

Why did you cross the border?

She's pregnant like you.

Who is your love, Tito?

Hey, you have her ring, okay?

- Her ring to give to her, okay? - Mm-hmm.

You-- you-- you have my suit.

Your suit? I do. Yeah.

Yeah, I will have it cleaned, pressed, ready to go.

Mm-hmm.

- Mm-mmm. - I got it. It's okay.

[ sighs ]

Mi Margarite.

- [ speaking Spanish ] - Why'd you disappear?

Hannah: Angel.

He can't stay here.

I'm taking him back to the hospital tonight.

[ ghostly whispering ]

[ muted screeching ]

Veracruz on radio: Angel, you there?

Angel, you there? Get your ass back here.

Internal Affairs just pulled in.

Shit.

- [ engine starts ] - Oh, no fucking way.

Look, I'm not here.

I'm speaking to a lawyer before I talk to anyone.

Hey, we don't even know why they're here.

Tranquilo.

Officer of the year, 1984. There you are.

Oh, yeah. There you are.

- Angel: Gentlemen. - The bad boy list.

- [ laughing ] - How may I help you?

Well, this is Felix Navarro.

And I'm Charlie Hobbs, IA.

[ clears throat ]

You know, I used to run this outfit,

30 years ago, give or take.

- Both of you worked here? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Still got the same shit brown carpet.

Exactly how I remember it.

Little different on the outside though,

with all the drugs and killing and whatnot.

What brings you back to the frontlines?

Eh, you know, same horseshit, different horse.

Hell of a drive down from El Pas.

You get up that way much, Angel... Waters?

Just answer the question.

Family name. Mother's side.

I do get out to El Paso from time to time.

But you like it down here?

Quiet life, keep to yourself?

I go where they assign me.

You know, back in the day, it was kinda nice

not having folks looking over your shoulder all the time,

kinda do what you want.

Parents still with us, Angel?

My mother isn't.

Never knew my father. Why do you ask?

You only knew him growing up or never knew him at all?

I never laid eyes on him.

He left my mother before I was born.

Hobbs: You ever try to track him down?

Angel: No, sir.

Hobbs: My wife likes to watch

those investigation shows at night.

There's this one where these kids were adopted, grew up in a good home.

But when they got to be adults,

they just wanted to track down

their biological parents.

Just wanted to see why their real parents

gave them up in the first place.

You ever watch one of those shows?

Can't say I have. I don't watch much television.

Well, ICE had a detainer on an illegal over in Presidio.

They found him wandering the streets half naked.

Checked him into the hospital for evaluation.

Poor guy couldn't recall his own name for the better part of a week.

Hobbs: Until he recalled yours.

Angel Coronado.

Angel: Coronado.

They're coming, mija.

Haven't heard that name in years.

Men of bad faith, mija.

The men on the radio?

- They are close. - No, no, no.

Tito, they're with Angel at his work.

It's just the radio you hear.

No, mija.

[ muttering in Spanish ]

Yeah, we got an ID on the guy,

and he was Ignacio Coronado.

- That ring a bell? - No, sir.

We couldn't get much out of him, but what we gathered from him

is that he was in and out of psychiatric hospitals

in Mexico for the last 30 years.

I'm sorry, I can't seem to understand

what any of this has to do with me.

Is that right?

Well, just as ICE arrived to take him into custody,

Mr. Coronado just up and wandered off from the hospital.

Angel: Like I said, never laid eyes on the man.

Hey. Hey, hey.

No one knows that dude was ever even in custody, okay?

Just try to stay cool and it'll keep that way.

He's gonna fuck us.

No. Shit!

Assholes.

Listen, listen.

No, I did nothing wrong!

[ knocking ]

Hi, Mrs. Waters.

We're with Immigration and Customs Enforcement.

Oh, my God. Is it Angel?

- Did something hap-- - No, ma'am. Not at all.

Sorry. Probably should've led with that.

We've got a warrant to search the premises.

I'm sorry. A warrant?

The fuck are you talking about?

It's a deportation warrant.

Deportation? Right.

Well, that's a mistake. Do I look Mexican?

No, ma'am. This is for Ignacio Coronado.

- Sorry, who? - Your husband's father.

All right, well, I'm screwing up your day

'cause he doesn't-- he doesn't have a father.

So...

Excuse me. Watch your toes.

Come right in.

- You know the drill. Gotta follow all the leads. - [ fax machine whirring ]

- Yes, sir. - Any idea where he wandered off to?

[ beeps ]

Angel: No idea.

Well, I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.

Well, if you hear anything,

give us a shout.

Family's important, Angel, I understand that.

But you're a sworn United States Homeland Security officer.

If you are found to be aiding and abetting an illegal alien,

there will be oversize consequences.

- There will have to be. - Ignacio?

[ speaking Spanish ]

Would anyone like some tea?

I work with your son Angel.

Oh, no, ma'am. Thank you.

[ dialing phone ]

He asked us to come check on you, Ignacio.

[ phone vibrating ]

Mitch, what you got? We're clear down here.

Mitch: All right, I'm heading down.

Well, Mrs. Waters, looks like we messed up

your afternoon for no good reason.

I feel terrible about that.

We do apologize.

[ panting ]

- Anything I can do to help. - [ phone ringing ]

Hold up. Hold up. Yeah, what do you got?

House is clean. 0-6.

All right, copy that, Alpha-2-4, yeah.

- Have yourself a good afternoon. - Take care.

You know that cabrón is lying.

Well, way out here it's easy to develop

a false sense of independence.

You oughta know.

IA doesn't drive all the way down here for no reason.

I told you, it's got nothing to do with this.

- You processed him in? - What?

How did they get this?

It just came through the fax machine.

Oh, well, now we know why they were here.

- It is not why they were here. - You said you deleted the file!

And I did!

I have no idea where the hell this came from.

It's not good, Angel. It's not good.

You said we were in this together.

And we are. We fucking are.

And I'm protecting you both by not telling on you.

Fucking trust me on this.

That's rich, Angel. That's really fucking rich.

[ speaking Spanish ]

Ignacio.

Ignacio.

Ignacio, come on.

Hey.

Ignacio, let's go back to the room.

Easy.

I spent my whole life looking for him.

Waiting for him to come home.

And when he does, he's still not here.

I wonder what happened to him.

IA says he's been in and out of institutions for the past 30 years.

Well, he needs somebody to take care of him.

You know he can't stay with us, right?

We can't take care of him.

And you know he'll go to one of those institutions again if they deport him.

Mm.

What's this?

It's an immigration lawyer in Presidio.

Hmm.

He's got a reputation in the migrant community.

Yeah, I've heard the DA talk about him...

...like he's spitting out broken glass.

Sounds like a hell of an endorsement to me.

Lawyers aren't cheap.

We'll make it work.

We always do.

Hitchcock: Just shadows.

There's nothing there, Ray.

There's nothing there.

There's nothing there, Ray.

There's nothing there.

Just shadows.

There's nothing there, Ray.

It's shadows, Ray! There's nothing there.

There's nothing there!

What were you thinking, huh?

This is on you!

Do you know what blood looks like

in a black and white video?

- Shadows! Shadows! - [ gunshots ]

[ TV chatter ]

Ma?

Mama?

El Paso.

[ wind chimes ringing ]

Yeah, she's close.

Walter: Look, crossing the border

without documentation constitutes a crime,

and it continues to be a crime

as long as he remains on American soil.

Now what can you do to get around it?

Well, we just set it up so they officially escort Ignacio

onto a five-minute bus ride to Juarez

where you and Hannah will be waiting.

You'll take him out to a nice meal, cervezas,

stay the night at La Quinta.

And then first thing in the morning,

you meet me in El Paso at the consulate,

and we'll file our petition to expedite.

Everybody's happy.

And then?

Well, given his medical condition and your cooperation,

I don't see why Janet'll put up much of a fuss

about one clearly ill old man.

Best case scenario, the whole thing blows over in 24 hours.

Long term, it's gonna be a bit of a process.

It'll be a haul.

But as long as they keep the process

at the bottom of the pile?

[ Walter laughs ]

Amen to that, Agent Waters.

You do understand how the system works.

- Pleasure. Yeah. - Appreciate it.

Dispatch: Bravo 6-Fox-40, you back on deck?

Got a 10-60 in your sector.

Copy, Romeo, go for 6-Fox-40. What's your coordinates?

Sensor 29.321264 tripped at 06:43 hours.

Down by the pass?

Just north of it.

Copy. I'll check it out.

What?

You think you're loyal, Cruz,

and that's a prize.

But loyal's loyal when it flows in both directions.

And loyal's naive when you're being played for a fool.

And you know what that makes you?

- A fool? - No, that makes you worse than a fool.

That makes you a sucker.

I'm not the weak link in the chain.

When was the last time you slept?

I'm not the one that's dealing dirty with the rat squad here.

We don't know that. You need to get your head right.

If Angel's so clean, why's he been meeting with a lawyer all morning, huh?

What lawyer?

I got a phone call from a buddy up in Presidio.

Saw it firsthand.

You ever considered for a second

that maybe Angel isn't the friend you thought he was?

Get the fuck out of my face.

Hmm.

[ man muttering in Spanish on radio ]

[ muttering continues ]

What the hell is that?

I have always been with you.

[ speaking Spanish ]

Agent Hitchcock.

Gentlemen.

Navarro: How are you doing?

You got time for a-- for a chat?

Relax, Ray. We're all on the same team here.

We just have a few questions for you.

You ever seen this guy?

- In or out of the station? - No.

No, I haven't.

How long have you known Agent Waters?

Long enough to consider him a friend and an asshole.

You know, you got a good thing going here

except for this excessive use of force complaint.

Play ball with us, you could be running this whole outfit out here.

And this goes away.

El Paso, por favor.

[ Stranger humming ]

[ humming ]

[ continues humming ]

Hey, um-- hey.

Will you process our friend here?

Angel.

Hitch ran his prints.

This came back.

No. This can't be right.

I thought you deleted him from the system.

I did.

[ Stranger singing Spanish ]

[ continues singing ]

[ humming ]

[ humming ]

[ continues humming ]

Angel, Angel, Angel.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[ continues humming ]

[ singing in Spanish ]

It could be the guy's cousin or something, you know?

Or even maybe his brother.

You didn't watch the blood drain out of his face.

Don't tell me that that wasn't the same guy.

Then you tell me something.

How's that possible?

How is what hell you're saying possible?

- Maybe the coyotes got to him? - Coyotes?

How's it you're always standing up

when the shithouse gets knocked over, huh?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You ain't gonna pin this on us, Angel.

You think I did this?

I'm just trying to figure out what side you're really on.

[ both grunting ]

You gonna shoot me, too?

I want answers, and I want 'em now.

The answers are sitting in the holding cell at the station.

Get the fuck up.

All right, asshole, here's the deal!

You're gonna tell us...

Y'all, I swear to God I locked it.

To hell with this.

[ muttering ] What is he...

What?

What happened?

It just won't go away.

No matter what I do,

he just keeps going back.

Mm-hmm.

- All right, and who's that? - This migrant.

I thought he died in the river.

But somehow he's still here, like a...

Okay.

What you're experiencing, it is-- it's common in my field.

EMTs, doctors, ER nurses,

we're all haunted by guilt from time to time.

But the truth is you can't save everybody who tries to cross.

Mm?

Hannah, where's your ring?

I sold it...

...to pay the lawyer.

Why would you do that?

Hannah, that was mom's ring.

Let her help us.

[ phone vibrating ]

- It's time that we sort this out. - No, not tonight.

And why? You got a date with the DA?

- Who was that? - Hitch. Work.

Hannah: He still slumming at the motel?

Yeah, I'll drop by in the morning.

- Oh, for fuck's sake. - Okay, easy.

[ engine sputtering ]

- Tito, you can't be out here. - Come inside, Tito!

No, go away. Go away, go away.

- Open this door! - No, no, go away.

- Out of the car now! - [ speaking Spanish ]

Tito, stay inside!

Jesus.

- You trying to get us all caught? - [ speaking Spanish ]

- Inside now! - Okay, hmm?

Hannah: Angel!

Let's get something fucking straight.

You don't get to call yourself my dad,

and I'm trying to help you,

but you're making it really fucking hard.

- Angel! - Mom was wrong about you.

You see this right here?

You don't deserve her. You never did.

Mm-hmm.

Wait, wait. Who did he see in the desert?

Angel, who did he-- fuck me.

- [ speaking Spanish ] - Come on, sweetheart.

- Mm-hmm. - It's all right.

- [ speaking Spanish ] - It's okay. It's okay.

Lying, lawyered up,

no good...

...motherfucker.

[ ghostly whispering ]

[ Stranger chanting in Spanish ]

[ ghostly whispering continues ]

[ Stranger continues chanting ]

[ ghostly whispering continues ]

[ Stranger continues chanting ]

[ chanting, whispers echoing ]

[ Ignacio singing in Spanish ]

[ singing continues ]

Hannah.

Amor?

Did you ever stop to think

maybe he was also looking for you all these years?

[ singing continues ]

Hitch!

God damn it, Hitch.

God damn it, man.

Fuck.

Hitch? Sh--

How? How?

I'm sorry, Cruz.

Shit don't make a lick of sense.

Hitch wouldn't-- Hitch wouldn't do this.

Not in a million years.

I just can't stop seeing his face, you know?

It was your idea to break protocol.

It was your idea to bury that guy.

Hitch knew you were setting us up.

- What are you trying to say? - You do this?

You think I'd do this?

Why?

Why are you all lawyered up?

- Where'd you hear that? - Is that true?

Hannah and I have a visitor.

- What? - The guy says he's my father.

But you--

you told me you never knew your father.

I don't. I didn't.

Until now.

Hitch was right.

He was right.

All you do is lie.

I tried to--

Only the best for you.

[ phone ringing ]

Hannah Yeah?

Listen, Hitch is dead.

- What? - Suicide.

- I found him this morning. - Oh, my God.

I'm not gonna be able to go down to El Paso with you.

I have to stay here and hold down the fort.

- Yeah, okay. I'll handle it. - I talked to Walter.

Everything's set up. He'll meet you there.

Let me know, okay?

Hobbs: You have any reason to suspect that before his death

Agent Hitchcock might've been involved with anyone or anything unusual?

Where's this coming from?

Well, it might not have been a completely honest suicide.

You mean someone else strung him up?

Evidence suggests that someone else was in the room

shortly before or after the deed.

There might've been a possible sign of a struggle.

It doesn't look like a cartel hit. Not their style.

Was Hitchcock as odds with anyone?

Hitch, uh, had a way of being at odds with everyone.

That was a part of his charm.

Well, post-mortem tox screen

will probably show more than that I suspect.

Look...

Ray-- Ray had some personal problems, yeah.

But otherwise he was a solid.

Yep, working out here has a way of getting under your skin.

Yeah. You ever lay eyes on this hombre?

No. Who is he?

An illegal we had in custody in Presidio.

- Escaped last week. - You think he's involved?

Can you give us a moment?

[ indistinct whispering ]

You've been with Border Patrol...

12 years, sir.

12 years. Solid record.

Yes, sir.

What does that have to do with anything?

We can make it something.

Be a shame if she had to live alone or be put in a home.

You're a strong woman.

You might be able to handle a stint behind bars,

but the real loser in this scenario

is tu madre.

I think you should talk to Angel.

Claro.

Angel? Um, Bravo 6-Fox-40, you there? Over.

Angel: Go for 6-Fox-40.

What's your 20?

I thought you were gonna bury this thing.

- Is this your father? - Where'd you get these?

The prints, they're an exact match.

This has to be a mistake.

Dispatch: 6-Fox-40, this is Bravo.

Sensors are picking up a 10-60 in your sector.

- Number 103 just chirped. - You think that's him?

Copy. Coordinates?

Sensor 29 tripped at 11:43.

103.208377 chirped at 12:32.

Heading north, towards the canal.

- You're not going out there. - I have to.

You copy, 6-Fox-40?

Please just stay away from him.

- Angel. - [ engine starts ]

Fuck.

Ah, mi Margarita.

[ singing in Spanish ]

[ speaking Spanish ]

[ continues singing ]

What is it, Tito?

It's a song

that I wrote for our son.

[ speaking Spanish ]

You can't exist.

I saw your grave. I prayed for you.

You will understand, Angel.

How do you know my name?

I chose the name for you.

What do you want from me?

I only want what I've always wanted.

What's in El Paso?

[ static ]

There is a tree with the branches that grow out to the sun,

but there's also the unseen tree,

the upside down root tree growing the opposite way.

What the fuck?

Stranger: The branches don't know much about the roots,

and the roots don't know much about the branches,

but all the time they are connected.

Inseparable.

I don't think I understand.

You will.

Officer Navarro.

- It's gonna be good. - Case number 72832,

United States versus Ignacio Coronado.

- Please approach the bench. - [ grunting ]

- Tito? Tito? - Hey. Hey, hey.

- Tito! Sit him up, sit him up. - Hey, we need some help here!

You know that face?

Where did you get this?

I just wanna do what's right,

no matter the consequences.

Are you sure you wanna go on record with this?

[ gunshot ]

Fuck!

- She's not some kind of illegal! - She knew.

Fuck! Fuck, Charlie!

[ vibrating ]

Stranger: Men like you...

...they tried to stop me.

They took my mind...

...but they could not take my heart.

[ phone vibrating ]

I've always been with you.

[ EKG monitor beeping ]

I'm sorry, baby. He went into convulsions.

- I couldn't do anything. - It's okay.

Mijo.

When you were born in El Paso.

I was here, mijo.

[ EKG monitor flatlining ]

[ whispering in Spanish ]

[ flatlining ]

Hobbs: We gotta finish this.

- We don't got a fucking choice. - Roger that.

Dispatch, you got a 20 on Agent Waters?

- What the fuck? - Hey, look out!

[ crashing ]

[ explosion ]

[ flames roaring ]

[ grunting ]

[ groaning ]

I watched you die.

[ grunts, coughs ]

Help me!

Help me!

[ grunts ]

[ groaning ]

[ crying ]

Hannah: Angel.

- Yeah? - You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. Go back to sleep.

What about you?

- I'm gonna wait. - For what?

For the sun to come up.

[ music playing ]

♪ Same sun, same moon ♪

♪ It's an open afternoon ♪

♪ Five fingers ♪

♪ Through the sand ♪

♪ I am where I am ♪

♪ Just look up to the sky ♪

♪ And look where you stand ♪

♪ You are where you are ♪

♪ No land ♪

♪ Belongs to a man ♪

♪ No land ♪

♪ Belongs to a man ♪

♪ Lay down your head, ♪ you'll see ♪

♪ Same sun and moon as me ♪

♪ We share the same old land ♪

♪ I am where I am ♪

♪ Just look up to the sky ♪

♪ And look where you stand ♪

♪ You are where you are ♪

♪ No land ♪

♪ Belongs to a man ♪

♪ No land ♪

♪ Belongs to a man ♪

♪ No land ♪

♪ Belongs to man ♪

♪ No land ♪

♪ Belongs to man ♪

♪ No land ♪

♪ Belongs to man ♪

♪ No land ♪

♪ Belongs to man ♪

♪ No land ♪