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- She still alive? - Not for long.

Come here.

- Too bad, she's so pretty.

- Nah.

- Oh, come on, she was pretty.

- She's all right.

The car is pretty.

- There's somebody over there.

- That's them, maybe.

Let's take a look.

- That's them! - Hands up!

- B14 to headquarters.

This is Al Romero. Come in.

- Read you, over.

- North on Route 21, 11 mile mark, officer down.

It's my partner, Carlos Rivas,

badly wounded out at Muller's Point.

And one perpetrator also wounded.

But you must show at Muller Crossing

- Units B34 and C5 in the area

of related interchange, they're waiting for instructions,

should I put them through?

- No, wait a second, I'll call you back.

- North on Route 21, 11 mile mark, officer down.

It's my partner, Carlos Rivas,

badly wounded out at Muller's Point.

Get me that .

- Who the hell's that?

- Captain Badal.

- This is Badal.

- Officer Carlos Rivas badly wounded,

and one suspect also wounded.

Set up a roadblock.

We got him.

- Description of the car?

- It's a Jag, a gray Jaguar.

I got the plate.

It's W1723EO.

That's W1723EO.

- Got it, okay, over and out.

- You got it?

- It's so funny, I was just going

to call you back, my hand was right on the phone.

Are you running in diplomatic circles now, inspector?

- Okay, who's car is it?

- It's registered to a Mr. Thomas Radeck,

Columbian Consul.

- Got your ass now, prick.

B14 to headquarters.

- Badal here.

- Nobody at the intersection, what happened?

- Yeah, all right, don't worry.

I've got this son of a bitch.

- Let him go.

- What? I got him!

I said, got him!

- Let him go, Romero.

- What can I do back there?

I got the guy who did it.

Let me put him away.

- Romero, you have your orders.

Get back and take care of the corpse and your partner.

- He's gone, I'm sorry.

- Shit!

Did you tell Maria?

- Not yet.

- So long, man.

I'll do it.

- You'll do what?

- I'll talk to Maria.

You know where she is?

- She's working on the missing American girls sting,

with the Anti-Drug Force.

Luis Barbosa, that's another scumbag who was in drugs.

- She's got needle marks all over,

in her goddamn neck.

Poor kid.

- Captain, there's someone waiting to see you.

- Let him wait, I'm busy!

I'd like to speak to Don Thomas.

Look, Badal calling.

- Hello.

No, this is his personal assistant, Chucho.

Don Thomas is in a meeting right now,

he can't be disturbed.

- This is Inspector Badal.

Please tell Don Thomas that one of your men

is leaving Consul .

He's driving a car which belongs to Don Thomas.

We checked it from the license plate.

Tell Don Thomas that I have done my best.

That that is kind of mistake can't happen again,

I'm not the chief of police,

nor the Minister of the Interior.

And this kind of thing-

- All right, all right, you have my word,

this won't happen again.

- And I must clean up-

- I will. Goodbye.

- He's as oily as a snake.

What did he want anyway, essentially?

- It's Flores, he must've gotten rid of a girl,

and he offed a cop.

And he let them see the plates on one of our cars.

- I never want to hear from him again.

Never.

All right?

- Okay.

- Well, we've been waiting for you.

- I'm sorry for the interruption,

but it seems that one of my employees,

at the consolute had a little car trouble.

- Nothing serious, I hope.

- I hope not.

May I have a review with the bidding please?

- His Honor opened two diamonds, two spades, Juno trumps.

- Fine.

- Four spades.

- Excuse me.

- Wait a minute.

- All right, I'm sorry.

- No, I know, I know, I know!

We-

- I had him!

He's one of those assholes dealing drugs

to little girls, pimps them,

and then kills them off when they get outta line!

He killed my partner!

And I had the son of a bitch!

- Easy!

There was no time.

We didn't have a car anywhere around.

- Then why'd you call me off?

I had him.

- Because I lost one of my best guys tonight,

that's enough for me.

I didn't want to lose you too.

- What about the car?

- Stolen.

Registered to an ambassador or something.

He reported the theft a few days ago.

- Want one?

- I'm on the wagon.

One second, I'll be right with you.

Is officer Maria Mendoza back yet?

Thanks.

She already knows about Carlos.

- Who told her?

- Who knows. Some diplomat, maybe.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

- No. Thank you.

- You still haven't heard from your wife?

- No.

- Come with me.

- If Maria calls, I'm in the cooler.

- Roger.

- You already saw her, didn't you?

- Yeah, but I'd like you to show this man

both of the girls they brought in today.

- There were three.

- It's cold in here.

- You're right.

- OD's?

All three?

- It looks that way.

- Excuse me.

- The entertainment's not so great in this place.

- You think my wife will end up like that?

- Maybe not.

Maybe she's just getting it on

with some guy who's better looking than you.

- What?

- No, nothing.

I'm sorry, had a bad day.

- I'd thank God.

- Hmm?

- If that's where she's gone, if that's what she's doing,

I'd get done on my knees and thank God

that she's alive, and that's all.

- You're sure she was a user?

And it's been two weeks since she disappeared?

- 15 days.

- Why don't you go home,

I'll let you know when we find something.

- Go home. Yeah.

I've just been away.

We got married six months ago.

I didn't know she used drugs.

She thought that our love would help her get her straight.

- How old did you say she was?

- 20.

I don't smoke.

- Come up to the office,

we'll get a cup of coffee.

- Hi, Flores.

- Chucho, You scared the hell outta me.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Turn the headlights off, you're blinding me.

- You had a little accident tonight.

- You say that like I shit in my pants.

I had to get rid of a girl, that's all.

It was crazy.

He jumped out in front of my car and yelled "stop".

Chucho, did you think I was gonna pull over

and show 'em my license?

- But you left your business card, man.

- Shit, the damn cover came off.

So, you come to chew me out because the old man got mad?

Turn those lights off, will you?

- They make you nervous?

- Come on, stop playing around.

I get the message, I fucked up.

Don't worry about it.

Chucho, you remember when we got caught stealing

that car when we was kids.

- I remember.

- Boy, did we ever fuck up that time, hey?

It was worth it, though.

Remember that car?

It was a pretty car.

- Pretty car.

- It was a fucking Chevy, Flores.

- Thanks for everything.

- Don't mention it.

I'll call you as soon as we get a lead.

- In any case, if you don't mind,

I'll come back to see how you're doing,

I don't have much else to do.

- Sure.

Maria.

- You feeling better?

- Hi. - Hi.

- Paul. Paul Boles.

- What's going on?

- They told you, right?

- I came soon as I could.

You need me for the identification.

- Yes.

- Okay.

Hi.

- Hi.

- This one too? - Yeah.

- Carlos!

- We were at Muller's Point, they opened fire at us.

- You son of a bitch!

You let him die, you son of a bitch.

How could you do it?

You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!

You let him die!

- They just tell me you were here.

I'm sorry.

- Maria, come with me.

- Captain, we've got a possible homicide

at the harbor, and a car that description.

- Get them there!

Um, you can stay here and see to Maria.

- I'm going down, I wanna see if it's the car I was chasing.

Can you wait for her?

- I got nothing else to do.

- Good evening, detective.

I saw the whole thing.

- Are you the one who called?

- He was too drunk to see the numbers,

I had to dial.

- I was coming out of the Barking Dog,

I was having a glass of milk.

- Milk, my arse.

- Will you please shut up,

I'm telling you a story.

- That's him. He's the one that killed Carlos.

- Guns rang out like thunder.

I hid among the bushes.

And did I mention that I am a pacifist?

And then the cars came rolling up like butterflies.

- Rolling up like butterflies?

- Butterflies flutter, they don't roll.

- Will you, please.

If I'm saying the butterflies roll,

they damn well gonna roll.

Like I was saying, the two cars come fluttering,

and two guys come up and dump

that poor bastard in the fish.

Then they leave so quick they forgot one of their cars.

- Search him.

If you find a ring, arrest him.

- You cut off his damn finger, you stupid old drunk.

- He wasn't using it.

- Take them both in.

- Good night.

- I'll ask you to take you home.

That is if you don't mind.

- That is nice of you, but I'll manage.

It wouldn't be too much trouble?

Where you from?

- California, San Francisco.

- It's cold.

You a friend of Al Romeros'?

- Not exactly.

- He's a nice guy, he's...

He was my husband's best friend.

That's the one, the brick.

- You wouldn't wanna have a cup of coffee?

- No thanks.

- Sorry, I understand.

- What's your name?

- Paul. Paul Boles.

- Bye, Paul.

Your scarf.

- It's Allyson's scarf.

I hope she'll be able to wear it.

- Why do you say that?

- She's been missing for two weeks.

- Drugs?

I think I'll have that cup of coffee,

I can't face going home.

- Maria, make yourself at home.

- Is that her?

She's very pretty.

- Maria!

- Have you been married long?

- No long, no.

- I was married six years.

We were planning to have a baby next year.

We had waited.

We were both very busy working.

- Allyson was...

I hope to God she still is pregnant.

- How'd you meet her?

- We met in New Orleans.

I was doing a session,

and she comes in while I'm doing a solo.

- When'd she get into drugs?

- I didn't know anything about that.

You know, you see things.

How money disappears.

But I thought that was all over long ago.

She said she wanted to make a new start.

She said if I was strong enough I could help her.

I guess I wasn't strong enough.

A couple of months ago I had to go back

to the States to see this guy I know

about doing the music for a movie,

I was only gone a couple of days,

but when I got back it was different.

She'd met somebody.

- Do you mean another guy?

- Yeah. I mean, no.

Another girl.

They went everywhere together.

Got to the point where we hardly saw each other.

So I asked her, "What the hell was going on?"

She told me, nothing.

For a few weeks it was fine again.

Like it used to be.

Then, after a while, she started going out again.

Late at night, no explanation.

So one night I found some works

on the floor in the bathroom.

I was gonna scream at her,

tell her she was throwing everything away for nothing.

I waited up all night long, but she never came home.

She still hasn't come home.

- Paul, can I tell you something?

I work for the antidrug unit in the police department.

So did Al Romero and Carlos,

until they got transferred.

The thing is, we were working

on identifying the high-level dealers.

Only, we had a lot of trouble getting evidence.

Then came the transfers.

You see what I'm getting at?

- You mean the police are in on this?

- Yeah. In on it or bought off.

- But the antidrug is a part of the police, isn't it?

- Well, it's supposed to be independent, but.

- You can't trust anybody.

- Myself, Al, maybe one or two others beyond that.

Can I make a phone call?

- Sure.

- Maria Mendoza speaking.

Yes.

Okay, thanks.

Fine.

I've got a few days off.

If there's anything I can do for you,

please let me know.

- All right.

Can I take you home?

- Thanks, I'm really feeling much better,

I'd like to walk a bit.

- All right.

- Maria, what can I do?

- Go to the U.S. Embassy,

bang on the table until they do something.

- I already did.

They swear they're doing all they can.

- Why don't you try finding the girl?

- You mean Melissa?

- Yeah. - But she wasn't

seeing her anymore.

- Are you sure?

- Aren't you ashamed to be seen like that?

- Why should I be?

You are the first man who ever saw me naked.

- I don't remember.

- How could you forget, it was my birthday.

- Ah, but that's not the same thing.

You we're fat, pink, ugly, and you were screaming.

- Can I have the sports car?

- You have the will? No.

- Why not?

- I made inquires.

No money, no education, common family.

- Yeah, but it's a Valenti.

- Mind your mouth, young lady.

- Dad! Okay?

- Take the car, but be careful,

don't let that dummy near the wheel.

- That nosy cop is here to see you.

- I told you I didn't want to see him.

- I spoke to the inspector,

it's just about the report on the stolen car.

- Oh. I'll talk to him.

But it seems like you can't live in this country anymore

without the government poking its nose into your business.

- You're gonna take that little jerk out for a spin?

- What is it to you, pussface?

- Officer.

- Early Mason, very nice, very expensive.

- You're an art connoisseur?

- Actually, I don't have much of a chance

to move in those circles.

- Police work must be very difficult?

- You should see some of the characters

we have to talk to.

- My assistant tells me you're here on business.

- That's right, just routine.

It appears there'd been some mistake

on your report, on the stolen car.

- My secretary takes care of this sort of thing.

What kind of a mistake?

- Your car was stolen on February 3rd.

Is that right?

- I suppose so.

- No.

- Here you are getting out of the stolen car

to go to the OMS party.

Do you remember that? - I think so.

- The OMS party was on February 4th.

- Quite right, officer, there appears

to be an error in the date.

- Of course.

- My secretary will go to bed without his supper.

- I'll release the car for you.

- Fine. Will that be all?

- One more thing.

This.

No.

Is this yours?

- I don't believe so.

- Sure it is, sure.

See..

Here's the bill on the jewelers.

Expensive.

It will probably cost more than the painting

- Of course, I remember this ring now.

- Of course you will.

If you'll just sign the receipt for it.

Read it. The description is-

- I trust our police department.

- You are very trustworthy.

Don't you wanna know how we found it?

- Naturally.

- We found it, reported by a drunk

who have cut a finger off a corpse

with a jackknife to get it.

- Gruesome.

You do move in different stories.

- You know whose?

- Who's what?

- Whose corpse?

It was a certain Flores Fuentes.

Did you know him?

- The name means nothing to me.

- Of course not.

You wouldn't know anybody like that.

He was a cheap gangster, a murder,

and a car thief, not your type.

- That's an interesting story.

Will that be all now?

- For the moment.

- Thank you very much for all you've done, officer.

I'll send a check to the Police Benevolent Association.

- You're a real nice guy, Don.

- How the hell did Flores get his hands on this ring?

- Maybe you ought to ask Lupita.

- What would she know about that creep?

Encourageable little...

She reminds me of her mother.

- B14 to headquarters.

B14 to headquarters. Let me speak to Badal.

- Badal.

- I just saw him.

He's a nice guy, just like you said, he was very polite.

He's even going to send a check to the PBA,

isn't that great?

- I told you, he's a nice boy.

- He's one of the nicest pricks I ever met.

Is this the Marine Life Conservation Group?

I like to speak to Mr. Steve Brevin.

I'm calling long distance.

- Brevin here.

- This is amigo.

Your were right.

- Then you can help us?

- Carlos can't do much.

- Sorry.

Okay, I'll be down in about three days,

in the meantime you can get things rolling

with Operation Marine Life.

Got everything you need?

- I hope so.

- See you soon, amigo.

- See you later.

- Come in.

- Jeff.

- What's up, Steve?

- You got a minute?

- Yeah. Come on in.

- What's up, Steve?

- Well, I'm ready to put Operation Marine Life into action.

- Didn't you just lose an amigo?

- Yeah, unfortunately, but now his partner

is ready to step in.

And that's the guy I was telling you about.

- Oh, why don't you give it a few days, Steve?

- A few days?

For God sakes, Jeff.

I mean, we're averaging six OD's a day,

every day, in this country alone.

- Steve, all I'm saying to you,

that if you'd like to-

- We're talkin' about human lives.

And we can't just sit on our butts and do nothin'.

And we gotta at least try and put a stop to it.

- But, Steve, all I am saying-

- What's the matter, Jeff,

did you get another phone call from upstairs?

I thought you were gonna make those DA big shots

put up or shut up, back 'em up against the wall.

Always had a lot of bureaucratic bullshit.

- Now listen, Steve, calm down.

Here.

- What's that?

- Take it.

- You're gonna need some expenses, aren't you?

- Well it's a start, but uh, it won't be enough.

- It never is.

- You won't regret it, Jeff. Thanks.

- And Steve, you'll remember,

I want Thomas brought here alive.

I want to take a look at this son of a bitch.

- You'll see him, Jeff, warts and all.

- Melissa?

Melissa!

Anybody home?

Melissa!

Melissa!

Melissa! - Get out of here

or I burn your face off, you bastard!

- Excuse me, miss, I'm looking for Melissa.

- Are you a friend of her?

- Are you her mother?

- Grandmother!

- I'm a friend of your granddaughter.

- Let you call yourself a friend, you bastard!

You and the rest, what have you done

with my granddaughter?

- Please, let me explain.

I'm looking for my wife,

and she was very friendly with Melissa.

I thought she could help me find her.

- You know?

You know what she did to me?

She hit to me, that's what.

Her own grandmother, an old woman.

That's not her.

That's not my Melissa.

- Do you know where I can find her?

- If she ever comes back here, I kill her.

But she's too chicken,

they made her like that.

She wasn't chicken before.

- Who made her like that?

What are their names?

- The junkies of the cemetery, that's who.

- Cemetery? What's this cemetery?

- It's where they bury dead people.

It's where the kids are.

And it's called The Cemetery.

- You want me to tell her something?

- Yes.

Tell her I said, "Go fuck yourself!"

- Nice car, cop.

Nice car, cop.

- Look, I'm not a cop.

I'm looking for Melissa.

- He don't understand. - He don't understand.

- No.

Look, at least- - Do we smiley to him?

- Give the a smiley to him! - I just-

Come on, man, I just wanna talk to Melissa, okay?

- Cops aren't welcome here this often.

We got sort of an understanding.

- We got sort of an understanding.

- Look, I told you, I'm not a cop.

- You guys, you don't understand.

He's just looking for a little action.

- I just want to talk to Melissa, that's all.

- He's no cop.

- Thank you.

- Cop or no cop, I think we'll take you down.

- Take him down.

- Go! Go there. - No.

Come on, please, come on.

- Let him go, he's a friend of mine.

You two, fuck off.

- You're gonna give this cop a freebie, Melissa?

- A freebie, Melissa.

- Come with me.

- Do you know where Alison is?

- Where she is?

- She's been missing for 17 days.

- I haven't seen her.

I thought she went straight.

I thought that she went with you.

- When did you see her last?

- About three weeks ago.

She was with a guy, her dealer, I think.

I was high, I don't remember.

- You're dying, Melissa.

- All our lives we're dying.

- Eh! Take it easy.

Who the hell do you think you are?

- I'm right here, cop, don't get smart.

Don't get smart, cop.

- You're right, you don't understand.

Do you know why we call this The Dead Bus?

Because, one day, it was driving some little kids

to school, no traffic, no rain,

and just like that, for no reason,

it ran over into this turnover,

and all the little kids go to heaven.

You know what they found out?

The driver didn't stop.

He was high, the motherfucker.

And one of those little kids was my own son.

The man was high, see?

Come on, I take you to Allyson place.

- What do you mean, Allyson's place?

- We all have a coffin.

- A coffin?

- A car.

It wasn't like her to show us.

Maybe she left something.

It's the best car.

Allyson has expensive taste.

- "At the night's end,

that's when my dreams become too much ."

Ugh!

Ugh! Allyson!

- His name!

The dealer!

- No.

- Melissa, he killed her!

- Okay, I take you there.

- Hey.

Melissa!

Melissa!

You are fucking crazy! Come back!

- You fucking better come back.

- Did you see what they did to Allyson?

- She was fucking around!

- Fucking around!

Melissa, you're fucking crazy.

Come back here.

- Uh, yes, uh, chief.

Yes, uh.

No, ballistics was very firm.

Seven shots, three different guns.

I said three. Right.

It seem unlikely, it was two guys who found the body.

Three guns, and only two guys.

- You mean one of them had two guns

and found them both at the same time.

Excuse me, chief, this was a drunk and an old sailor.

- We have motive for theft.

One of the guns.

The knife they actually used to cut off the finger.

We got opportunity.

They were with the body.

As for the guns, maybe there was a third accomplice.

- I suppose it's possible.

- The evidence is all there, Badal.

Now let the courts do their duty.

- But I can't consent.

- Detective, your consent doesn't come in to it,

anymore than it did when you committed statutory rape.

Now, I have done all I can to keep

that quiet for you, because I hate

to see a man's career go down the drain

over some silly misunderstanding.

But if you can't put away two suspects

with all this evidence, I'm wondering,

what could your career-

- Yeah, chief.

All right, I understand.

I stay in line.

- Badal, I can sympathize with your attraction

for school girls, but you don't have to act like one.

Look, I tell you what, why don't we just forget about it?

Goodbye. - Wait, don't hang up.

I think I see your logic.

I'll do the necessary.

- We got a tough job ahead of us, Badal.

I know I can count on you to help restore confidence,

to handle all the attacks of the press,

even from their own minister.

We have all the hard problems.

Drugs, murder, rape.

- They have brought it for you

- Drugs

- That's nice, you don't have to worry about me.

- You want the car, or money?

- Yes. - Both.

- I always said I'm smart, daddy.

- Where are you going?

- Out with friends.

- What happened to what's his name?

- What's his name was a jerk.

- Ah, Lupita.

- Yes?

- May I talk to you about something?

- Sure.

- You don't ever fool around with drugs, do you?

- Drugs users are stupid little people with no imagination.

- I'm relieved to hear you say.

- How can I do something so stupid

when I have everything I want?

And a father who loves me so much.

- Nobody here?

- I'm here.

- I mean, no one else?

- Disturbances.

- Huh?

- At the demonstration.

I'm holding down the fort.

- Ah.

- I just sort of spoke with the chief of police.

- I know.

- You know?

- You left the door open.

- You heard everything?

- Everything.

- Are you going to report me?

- To who? The chief of police?

- I'm ashamed of this, Al.

- Good for you.

- Say what you're thinking.

I'm correct, it's allowed.

- That's what I used to think.

Now I just think you're an asshole.

- They got me by the balls.

- Everybody knows about the girl, Badal.

And everyone knows who raped who.

- She was a minor.

- She was a whore.

- Everyone knows.

- You're an idiot.

You're so busy trying to save your arse,

you don't even notice when they cut off your balls.

- I have got a wife.

Two kids.

- And what do the kids think of their dad?

- What can I do?

- One, you don't frame those guys

for a murder they didn't do.

And two, show up tomorrow morning at Maria Mendoza's house.

- What time?

- Maria. How are you holding up?

Our friend arrives tomorrow.

Can we meet at your house?

Okay. See you then.

10 o'clock.

I'll just be a minute.

Please take this.

Please.

Please!

Mr. Paul Boles, please.

- Mr. Paul Boles has just left, officer.

- Did he get my messages?

- If you left him a message,

I'm sure he would have received it,

or we'll receive it and carry it on.

- What kind of crappy hotel is this?

- Please, officer.

He just came in a few minutes ago,

but he went out again right away.

He had a lady waiting for him in the car.

I told him I had messages,

but he evidently didn't want to keep her waiting.

- Did you get a look at the lady?

- She was rather rough looking.

Bold hair, hot pants, uh, like a tiger.

- Okay. Thanks.

- Patty, Patty, Patty something!

- That's him.

- Are you sure?

- Of course.

Every night he's whoring, fucking around

and marketing his shit in clubs.

Now he's going to the Tobacco Garden.

They call him "The Cowboy."

- But you're sure? - He's other name is Ilrosso.

I'm sure, I introduced him to Allyson.

What are you doing with that?

What do you think?

- Paul! Wait!

What are you doing? Wait!

- Hey! Who are you?

- I'm Allyson's husband.

- Allyson who?

- He killed Cowboy - Paul!

- Get him. Quick.

Get away.

- Ugh! - Take that, you fucker.

- You motherfucker. - Get him, bitch.

- Take that, bitch.

- Get him. - Asshole.

- B14 to headquarters.

I need help in Tobacco Gardens area.

- Leave my brother alone, motherfucker.

- Come on.

- Police, got to move.

- Melissa!

Melissa, what the fuck is wrong with you?

- We all knew you.

- .

Bitch!

- He killed .

- He killed The Cowboy, I saw him.

- If he killed someone I'll take car of it.

- Melissa!

Stupid bitch, come back here.

Melissa!

Stop, fucking stop.

Melissa! Come back!

Melissa! Come back!

- A couple of more minutes with those guys,

I'd be scraping you off the sidewalk.

- I might have been better off.

What are the prisons like in this country?

- Hell.

They're like hell.

- Guess I'll know soon enough.

I don't understand.

- You will.

- I Think that's him.

- Come in.

I'm Maria Mendoza.

- Maria, pleasure.

- Hello, amigo.

- Hi, Al, good to see you.

- This is Paul Boles,

I told you about him.

- Ah.

Paul, how are you?

I understand to got yourself a little scrape last night.

- I found the dead body of my wife

in the trunk of a car.

I tracked down the drug deal who killed her.

Slash his throat.

And got beat practically to death by his goons

when they caught up with me.

- Uh, would anyone want some coffee?

- Oh, yes. Thanks, Maria.

- Sit down.

- Is Inspector Badal gonna join us?

- I hope so.

- It takes a lotta guts to go through

with a decision like that.

We'd better start without him.

- He's basically a good-

- Al, we'll go without him.

Now, as you know, the idea is to concentrate

on the three main targets.

I don't want anybody distracted

by some nickel and dime bag type,

even though we have very good personal reasons

to go after them.

Understood?

- So, there's Don Thomas, the chief of the police,

and the bank guy, what's his name?

- Luis Betancourt, president of The Central Bank.

They call him Bleach, because he leaves grimy drug money

smelling clean and fresh.

- You know, once we put this plan into action,

there's no turnin' back.

I wanna be sure that you're all in this to the end.

Have you got any doubts,

anybody wants out, now's the time.

Maria?

- I'm in.

- Al?

- You know how I feel about it.

- Paul? - I'll do whatever

you tell me, and I'll die trying.

- Now, we've gotta act fast.

Romero and this Betancourt, they're no problem.

But as to Don Thomas, he's mine.

I plan on taking him back alive.

- To the States?

You can just walk in

and take him out alive.

I mean, this guy's got more cops

and bodyguards than President Bush.

- Yeah, I know.

But he's also got a daughter he loves more than money.

A daughter I understand that runs

around a lot without bodyguards.

Okay.

- I'm sorry I'm late.

I had something to take care of.

- Wanna take a walk?

- If you want to.

My father didn't want me to take the convertible,

I was pissed off.

But you know, it's nice.

In private.

- What?

- One sound and I'll blow your brains out.

- There's a girl who knows what she wants.

- What about you?

You know what you want?

- No!

- What is it?

- I'm sorry to disturb you,

but there's an urgent call.

- Are you crazy, it's the middle of the night.

- It's from your daughter.

- She's not back yet?

- No, sir.

- Put the call through.

- Don Thomas?

- Yes.

- Lupita was driving the sedan tonight.

- Who is this?

- If you want to see her again,

you'll follow our orders.

- What orders? - Calling back at noon.

Call the police if you like,

it won't make any difference.

- Chucho!

Chucho!

- May I help you, sir?

- Get Chucho in here now!

- Did you wanna say something?

- Why don't you untie my hands,

I can do incredible things with my hands.

- And what about your mouth?

- Yes, that too.

I can show you a good time while we're waiting.

- That sounds very exciting, Lupita.

- Ah, come on, untie my hands.

Anyway, my father won't let me stay here too much longer.

- You know what, Lupita?

- What?

- Save it for someone who appreciate you.

- Bastard!

- No, your father's the bastard.

That's why you're here.

But if you have to go to the bathroom,

just bang your head against the wall three times.

- It's time to call.

- Thomas Radeck, please.

If you would like to see your daughter alive again,

be at the opera house tonight at 10 o'clock,

you'll receive further instructions.

- Shoot.

- It was too short, I couldn't trace it.

- Fuck me.

Who could it be, what do they want?

- We'll get them, we've got the whole police force.

- Well, whoever they are,

they certainly knew how to get to me.

- We have to see the chief of police,

it's an emergency.

- Sir. - Captain Badal.

The police chief box.

- Box number three.

- What the hell are you doing here,

I told you to watch the hall.

- Come on, go in the hall! - Okay, sir.

- Run for it!

- Don't go out.

- I want to know what's happening!

- Don Thomas.

They killed the chief of police.

He's knifed.

- "We weren't kidding.

We don't want money, we want you.

Follow instructions you will receive at dawn

or your daughter comes back in pieces."

- It's a little strange, isn't it?

We're gonna kill someone who we don't even know.

- Did you know The Cowboy?

- I don't know.

He reminds me of somebody.

- Look, this guy kills people he doesn't know everyday.

Kids.

Without him all this drug money would just be paper.

- My friend. They killed my friend.

He was such a nice guy.

- Come on.

- They killed my friend.

They killed my friend.

My friend. My friend.

My friend. What?

We are being followed.

- It's a police car.

- Hi, thanks for seeing us home.

- Don't mention it.

- Mendoza to headquarters.

Shot fired on Truhilio Avenue.

- I never felt so powerless.

- We'll get them.

- We don't even know who they are.

They competition?

Politics, maybe.

- We'll know soon enough.

- Will you stop talking like that!

My daughter's life is at stake.

If it's me they want, it's me they'll get.

- You can't do that.

- You watch me.

- Another envelope.

- "We weren't kidding.

We have killed two of your friends.

We want you.

Go to the phone booth at Royan Square

with one man, no more.

Otherwise you daughter gets an envelope."

- They're crazy, you can't go through with it.

- Would you like to come with me?

- Go peacefully.

- Hello?

Yes.

I'd like to speak with officer Al Romero, please.

Yes, it's Paul Boles calling.

- Al, there's a Mr. Boles on line two.

- Again, Panchito.

Thanks, Vinny.

This is Al Romero.

How are you feeling, Mr. Boles?

- No, there's nothing new.

We're doing the best we can.

Okay. 10 o'clock would be best.

See you. Bye.

It was what's his name? Boles.

The guy with the wife by the junkyard.

- Ah.

Yes, chief, yes.

We're doing everything by the book.

What on earth do you want?

- Without him we're finished,

we can't let him go through with it.

Keep it safe, when the car stops get ready.

The tracking signal's already planted under the dashboard.

- Let's go.

What were you doing?

- My girlfriend.

- I didn't know you had a girlfriend.

- I try to keep business separate from my personal life.

- Intelligent.

- Okay, let's go.

Now you all know what we have to do.

There are the weapons.

And I hope you don't have to use 'em all.

- I hope we do need all this stuff.

- Phone was ready?

- Ready.

- Okay, get her in, come on.

- Is that how you're planning

to get Don Thomas back to the States?

- At least as far as the Mexican border.

- What are the prisons like in the States?

- Not too pleasant.

With any kinda luck at all,

he'll spend the rest of his life in prison.

- Yeah, with any luck at all.

- Lock it up.

- You all right?

- I was just thinking.

- About Carlos?

I was just thinking about Allyson.

- Let me go instead of you.

- No, Chucho, it wouldn't work.

- What could they want?

- I suppose they want to kill me.

- They won't.

- Don't do anything foolish.

I could mean Lupita's life.

- Yeah, what about your life?

- Haven't you ever loved anyone?

What if it were your girlfriend?

What if it were her? - Right.

- Yes.

- Take the small radio receiver above the door.

- Daddy. Daddy.

- Drive to the Sierra Bridge.

You have two minutes.

- The Sierra Bridge.

- Daddy!

- Don Thomas.

You and your man will leave the car

and walk slowly to the middle of the bridge.

That's where the exchange will take place.

Don't try anything foolish.

There's a rifle trained on your daughter.

- Throw down your gun.

The little one too.

Do as they say.

- Oh come on.

You sure you wanna do this, inspector?

- It's a chance to see an old friend of mine.

- Go ahead.

- I love you more than I've ever loved anything.

- How much is that?

- I believe we've already met.

- I used to be you puppet.

- When I yell, start running zigzag.

Now! Lupita!

- Ow, shit!

- Come on.

- Got him!

- God no! God!

I don't wanna die!

No, no, I don't wanna die!

- Thank you, Chucho.

I owe you my life.

- What do we do now?

- We start over.

Figure out a new plan.

- How? We got nothing.

- Let's try to take him now.

We got nothing to lose.

We've got guns, and they have a harder time

to get things back in order.

- He's right.

- We got a plan with nothing?

- With our balls.

- Yeah, with our balls.

- What do we got to lose?

It just might work.

Let's go, come on.

- Hey, what's that truck doing over there?

- Get outta here.

- You can't stay here.

- What's going on?

Get outta here.

Get outta here.

- Stop!

- Don Thomas!

You're under arrest.

I'm taking you back to the United States,

where you'll stand trail before

the American Court of Justice.

- Move.

- No!

- This is our justice.