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[unsettling music]

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[electricity crackling]

[funky bass music]

[whip lashes]

- Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Put that fucking gun down!

- [speaking in Spanish]

- What?

[overlapping arguments]

[Abbott indistinct shouting]

- What the fuck?!

[upbeat music]

["Cantinas"
performed by Sean Lyons]

[rooster crowing]

[crowd cheering]

[rooster clucking]

Poor little chickies...

Man, what is it with the
rooster fighting anyway?

Humans just got tired of their
own dick-measuring contest,

and now they gotta get
other cocks to duke it out?

- No,
it's a cultural difference.

Something
that you wouldn't understand.

- Cultural, huh?

Yeah. Well,
dog fighting was cultural, too.

[Abbott scoffs]

- I guaran-goddamn-tee
if some NFL star

got caught cock fighting,

PETA would raid this place
in a heartbeat.

- Well,
I suppose it's a good thing

you blew your knee out
in college, then.

- Still could have gone pro.

- But you didn't.

You acted like a fuck boy
until you ended up here.

So, how about you shut up,
eat your tacos,

because Valentino
likes a clean plate.

- [sighs] Yeah, no, thanks.

I don't think my stomach
is in the mood for a loser.

- Better clean your plate, gringo.

He's ready to see you.

- Let's get on with it.

["Run Run Run"
performed by Ederlezi]

♪ Theres a black river ♪

♪ winding straight
to your door ♪

♪ Theres a black river ♪

♪ coming back for more ♪

♪ Girl be strong ♪

♪ You better run, run, run ♪

- There's the jefe!

- Abbott.

The only American I like
passing through my doors.

- Heya, Valentino.

[awkward chuckle]

- I apologize for the mess.

I'm testing some rubs
for my daughter's quinceanera.

You know,
it seems like yesterday

she was running around
in her pull-ups,

and...

now she's
becoming a woman.

- Yeah, it does happen fast,
doesn't it?

- You seem a little young

to have that kind of experience,
Abbott.

You have kids?

- If I did,

do you really think
that I would tell you that?

- [laughs]

That's why I like this guy.

He has common fuckin' sense.

Let's see them.

[suspicious music]

- That's 50
of America's finest.

All untraceable,
just like you ordered.

- It's real clean.

Those are nice.

I like the file on the serial.

- Well,
if they were any fresher,

they'd be in shrink wrap.

- My men are going to be happy

not to have that Chinese mierda
that always locks.

- Yeah, and I'm sure local PD
will be very happy to hear that.

Now...

what do you have for us?

- [whispers] All right.

[unsettling music]

- We all good, gringo?

- No.

No,
I don't think we are.

- This is cash?

Valentino, we said cocaine.

All right,
we agreed on cocaine.

- Then use the cash
to buy cocaine.

- With what?!
Fucking gold

doubloons? All right.

I promised them
premium powder.

I told them I had Mexico's
best.

- I'm not looking
to get pinched.

- Well, nobody here
is trying to pinch you, man.

- I'm not saying you are.

But I smell a rat in my ranks.

Until I sniff him out,

it's cash only.

- Val, Val, listen,

you're putting me
in a very tight spot right now.

- Our whole business
is one big tight spot.

You better learn that quick.

Before you become
tomorrow's Happy Hour special.

[upbeat, action music]

[distant chatter]

- Boss man's not gonna
be happy about this.

[distant honking]

Coke,
that's one thing but...

bag full of cash,
it's mucho bad luck.

- Right.
We will figure it out.

- Figure it out?

- [Abbott] Mm-hm.
- Hmft.

Like you figured it out

when you let El Geezer
walk all over us?

- Listen,
we need to stay

on Valentino's good side, okay?

- Good side?!

That loco prick
does not have a good side.

- I thought
you didn't like those?

- I'm a stress eater.

Okay?

You know
what constitutes stress?

- [Abbott] Mm.

- A bag full of cash
and pirate's booty in our trunk.

- At least chew
with your mouth closed.

- That's your worry?
That's his worry.

[cars honking]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Purpose of your visit?

- Just a work trip.

- What kind of work's in Mexico
for guys like you?

- Just consulting.

- Vasquez, this is...

- Consulting?

- Felt right in the moment.

[cigarette sizzles]

[indistinct] 13,
got a possible 10-43.

- On my way.

- This is a big bag
of bad luck.

- Relax.

We'll be fine.

- Morning, boys.

- Howdy.

- I hear you just got done
with some consulting.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Sounds like fun.

Anything to declare
in the trunk?

Brought back
any consulting souvenirs?

- No, ma'am.

- What about you?

- That depends, honey.

You're gonna give me
a full cavity search?

[laughs]

[groans]
Hey, you made them too tight.

I'm uncomfortable,

and you didn't give me
my phone call.

It was a joke.

No one has humor anymore.

Let me out, please.

[distant]
I'm gonna be really annoying.

Until you let me out.

- Your friend's
got a real mouth on him.

I can hear him
through the walls.

- Yeah,
Griff has never learned

to exercise his right
to remain silent.

- It might get him
killed one day.

- Hm.

- And it might get you
killed too, Alex.

- Maya,

you and I both know
I've survived a lot worse

than a pair of loose lips.

- Yeah?

Well,
Griff won't keep those lips

if you aren't careful.

And a bag of cash in your trunk
is not careful.

- Wasn't my first choice.

- What happened to the cocaine,
Alex?

Brass thought the deal
was for ten kilos.

We need signs of product
to make an arrest.

You know that.

- It's Valentino, okay?

He knows.

He's getting paranoid,
and more than usual,

won't let so much as a dime
of powder out of his sight,

the prick.

[soft, emotional music]

- Well,
maybe this is a sign.

- No. Okay.
We're not doing that.

You're not pulling me out.

Okay,
I can do this.

I just...

I need more time.

- How long do you think you can
keep Valentino on the hook

before he finds out
who you really work for?

Or Griff?

How long before he knows
he's riding with a fed?

- I don't know.

[soft, emotional music
intensifies]

- Just be careful out there, agent.

All right,
you're free to go, sir.

Better not catch
you consulting.

[scoffs]

[upbeat, action music]

- Fucking DEA.

Didn't even give me
my phone call.

- Right.
- I should sue.

At least we got
to keep the cash.

- No, no, because cash
won't account for much

when our boss pulls
our fucking fingers off

for not giving him
what he wants.

- All he wants is coke,
and we don't have that.

- That's a very astute
observation there, Griff.

No, we don't have
any fucking cocaine.

See, what we need,

what we need is a seller.

- [Vasquez]
I'm gonna need you to get out

from under Valentino,

- because this situation,
- [Abbott] Oh, yeah?

- Right.
- it's not--

- [Abbott] You don't like that?

- It's giving me
a lot of razor burn.

It's killing me.

- Well, the second you meet
a drug dealer

that has time
to shave every day,

- I'll cut it for you.
- Mm, you could be the first.

- I don't think Valentino
appreciates a trailblazer.

- You could always get out.

- Wasn't looking forward
to this conversation.

- Let's say we pull you
out of the assignment.

I'm saying

pull out of everything.

- What do you mean, quit?

- Come on,
this job is a dead end.

The war on drugs isn't gonna go
anywhere anytime soon.

- [chuckles]
Yeah, no kidding.

- Just dousing a fire
with tequila at this point.

- I mean,
aren't you sick of this,

after everything
it's done to you?

After Rachel? Morgan?

- No, we're
not talking about them.

- Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm just...

I'm just sick of pushing up
a goddamn hill

only to slide back down.

I mean, Jesus Christ,
you armed a mass murderer today,

and for what?

For the hope that--that someday

we're going to be able
to put him in prison

for a few months.

I mean,
is that worth 30 bucks an hour

and a bullet to the brain?

- Don't forget
health insurance.

- Yeah, that's--

that's going to help
when Valentino dissolves you

in a fucking barrel.

- Oh, come on. Come on.

Hey.

That's not gonna happen to me.

- Well, it might,
because I'm pretty sure

you just said that he was
suspicious of someone.

It's not long
before he finds out you're DEA.

- What would we do
without this job?

- We could go away.

- Go where?

Where would we go, hm?

- I don't know.

Be far from here.

And that bag of cash,

that would pay
for a lot of beach time.

[gentle, romantic music]

- We can have a better life.

This job has taken enough
from you already.

I gotta go.

[door opens, closes]

[glass shattering, clattering]

[suspenseful music]

[thudding]

[clattering]

- Goddamnit, Griff!

How did you even get in here?

- Chill out.
Did you forget we're criminals?

[Abbott sighs in frustration]

[laughs] Your wiener.

- I can't believe this.

[Griff laughs]

["(Here Comes) The Darkness" by
Ernest Ernie & The Sincerities]

♪ Once or twice upon a time ♪

- I got you breakfast.

Tacos, extra lime,
just like you like,

and they gave you
a metric shit ton of onions.

So, don't talk to me too close.

By the way,
your OJ expired two weeks ago.

♪ But now that light
has been defiled ♪

- OJ was there
before I got here.

[groans]

Hey, I almost shot you
in the fucking head just now.

- Yeah, I know.
I almost shit my pants.

- Griff.

Man,
what are you doing here?

- I'm saving us.

- I found us a dealer.

- You spoke to Delgado?!

- Okay, whoa,
lower your blood pressure.

I didn't speak to anyone.

- My contact did.
- Sorry,

contact?!

What contact?

- Does it matter?

You asked me
to find us a dealer,

- so I did!
- A dealer?

You got us a rat
selling under Valentino's nose.

- Exactly,
and that's a good thing.

You know why?
Because we get our powder

and Delgado
gets flayed alive

for double-crossing his boss.

- It's a win-win, Abbott.
- Jesus fucking Christ.

- If you have
any other suggestions,

I'm all ears.

- Where does he want to meet?

- What?
What is this?

Where does he want to meet?

- Go down the road.
There's a gulch.

You'll see it.

[car speeding]

[intense music]

[car revving]

[car door hinges squeaking]

- This is where Delgado
told you to meet him?

- Right on the dot.

Hey, plane crash.

Cool.
[chuckles]

[lighter clicking]

- Well, I don't like this.

Ridge like that,
all the spots for cover.

Hey, this is a kill zone.

- What are you, a Marine?

No one's gonna "kill zone" us.
Relax.

- I--I don't relax.

You should know this by now.

- Yeah, I noticed.

Spent eight months with you.

Your ass cheeks
are clenched so tight

you can make a diamond.

So, give it a rest.

- He's late.

We should split.

- Two minutes is not late.
- No, it's late

when you're dealing
under the table.

For all we know,
Valentino's figured us out.

He's probably halfway
through dipping Delgado

into a barrel full of lye.

- Or maybe he's just late.

[car approaching]

See, what'd I tell you?

[tense, suspenseful music]

[tense, suspenseful
music intensifies]

- Hola, Delgado!

Cómo estás, amigos?

- I'm not your amigo,
pendejo .

I'm sticking my neck
way the fuck out for you,

least you can do
is not butcher my language.

- And a big fat gracias
for that neck,

right, Abbott?

- You have the product?

- Yeah,
I have the product.

- Okay, then, why don't you stop
wasting daylight

and show us what's inside?

- What's his problem?
- Long drive,

no bathroom break.
- My problem

is you guys
picking this fucking deal spot!

- Relax, amigo.

If I wanted you killed,
I wouldn't hide my gun.

I'd pull the trigger myself.

- Ready when you are.

[Griff sighs]

[tension music builds up]

[laughter]

[Griff laughing]

- El jefe was right.

You're loco, motherfucker.

Now where's the money?

[trunk opens]

[Griff sighs]

[trunk slams]

- So,

we got a deal?

- Yeah, we have a deal.

- Great.

- DEA!

Everyone on the fucking ground!
- FBI! Nobody move!

- What the fuck?!

Is that a--?
- Badge! Yeah!

- You were undercover
the whole time?

- Me?!
You were!

- That's something
you better tell me!

- You, motherfucker,
sneaky, hiding.

- You're both fucking spooks!

- Hey, put that fucking gun down!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- [speaking in Spanish]

- What?

[overlapping arguments]

- Watch your fucking--!

[overlapping arguments]

- I will plug you.
I swear to God!

[gunfire echoes]

[blood splattering
in slow motion]

[blood sputtering
in slow motion]

[chatter in Spanish]

[rapid gunfire]

["Badlands"
performed by The Howlers]

[blood splattering
in slow motion]

[rapid gunfire]

[bullet entering skull
in slow motion]

[blood splattering
in slow motion]

[gunfire in slow motion]

[blood splatters in slow
motion]

[rapid gunfire]

[blood splatters
in slow motion]

[man grunting in slow motion]

[sniper fired]

[tire hissing]

[car window shattering
in slow motion]

[intense, breakbeat music]

[rapid gunfire]

[distant rapid gunfire]

[rapid sniper firing]

[man groans]

- You put your fucking gun down,
Griff.

Put it down.

- You put yours down.
Piece of shit.

- That's fucking snipers.
He's not one of Valentino's.

That must be one of your guys, right?

- What?
- What was your plan?

Lure me out here and then have
him finish up the job.

- He's not with me.
I'm FBI, dumbass!

We don't litter the place
with fucking land mines.

He's probably with you.

You're the one talking
about it being a kill zone

the whole time.
- Listen, listen.

I'll admit to you,

it's a pretty good
fucking fake badge.

- Fake badge?
- I almost believed

that you were a fed,
but then I realized,

of course,
you're not FBI,

because look at you.
You look like a child

playing fucking dress up.

- It's a character.

And I admit, the glasses
were a bad idea.

- So, who made it for you, huh?

The fucking Aztecs?

The goddamn Latin Kings?
- Latin Kings?

You think I can infiltrate
the Latin Kings?

This badge is as real
as this Glock.

- Likely story.

- Yeah,
and you're with the DEA, huh?

Abbott,
is that your real name?

What, you watch
a Looney Tunes marathon

to decide your alias?

Is your middle name Norc?

So obvious.

No one on DEA drinks as much
as you do on the job.

- I drink like this
because I'm on the job.

- You know what, we don't have
fucking time for this.

You show me yours.
I'll show you mine.

Just like summer camp.

- Oh, I bet you're real used
to that one, huh?

- On three?

One, two, three.

- [whispers] Shit.

- Give it back.
Give it back.

Come on. Come on.

[Griff sniffles]

- We good?
[laughs]

- Are we good?

No,
we're not good.

But I guess
this is all we got, so...

- Yeah, this was supposed
to get me off my desk job.

Short bust. Short bust.

You know what?
I love my desk.

I love to sit down
way better than this shit.

- What are you doing?
- They're caps, dude.

They're caps.
It's like a retainer.

You know how hard it is
to eat with these things.

And I swallowed one once.

- Good for you.
[gasps out]

- My wife
hates these things.

For what?

Supposed to get me
a promotion.

- A rookie like you was up
for a promotion?

Well,
you are fucking fed.

- Yeah, well,
I'm actually 31 years old, okay?

So, our dynamic's gonna change
a little bit.

- We're talking
about experience.

I feel like
you're lacking in that, no?

- Fucking sniper.

Your--your phone's still good?

- No, I don't bring a phone
out into the field.

- What do you mean?
You don't--

you don't use a beeper,

- you creep?
- Beeper?!

How old do you think I am?

- Why are you like this?

- Because if this
weren't your first rodeo,

you'd understand the phones
are what get people killed.

- Really?

[distant eagle soars]

- Okay, okay.

I'll just go in blind,
all right?

- Yeah,
good luck with that.

- Get some--
[indistinct]

- Who are you calling right
now?

- My handler in D.C.

He'll get us out of this.

- Oh, great.
Call a fucking fed.

I'm sure that'll pay off.
- No, no,

he's one of the good ones,
trust me.

He got me raised up
out of Quantico.

- When are you gonna get this
through your head?

There are no good ones.

There is just you
and the other guy.

- Just...

do you have a better idea?

- By all means,
give it a shot.

- Yeah.

- Sir.
- Griff.

- Sir.
Okay, the deal went south.

There's an assailant
on the ridge above us,

and they're firing down on us
with a sniper rifle.

- I'm sorry, kid.
No.

No, please.
I don't have it.

- Sir?

- No.
- [gunshot on phone call]

- Hawthorn?

Hawthorn?
- Wait.

- Answer me!
- Who is that?

What happened?
- I--I don't know.

- What do you mean
you don't know?

- I think he got shot.
- Shot?

What are you talking about?
- I don't know, man!

- An FBI agent?!
- What the fuck!

[rapid gunfire]

- Whoa! Get here. Come here.
Come here.

[Griff breathing deeply]

- I'm gonna call 9-1-1.
- No, you are not!

You just heard an FBI head
get executed

and your first thought
is to call the local PD?

Didn't Quantico teach you
to smell out a fucking setup

when it's right in front
of your goddamn face?!

- Okay, okay,
you're right.

This is probably bigger
than beat cops.

- Yeah!
- Now, it's bigger than cartel.

They won't know anything
more than we do.

- [sound feedback on phone]
- Ah!

What the fuck!
What's that sound?

- It's a jammer.

- How does he have that?
- He's military.

He's clearly a fucking pro.

- [groans] Well,
I'm glad you're impressed.

It nearly blew my eardrum out

and removed our only form
of communication.

- Hey, hey.

[optimistic music]

- Maybe not our only way out.

[optimistic music intensifies]

- [Abbott] Good idea.

That's what I was thinking.

- That's what you were
thinking, yeah, right.

- Any sign of him?

- Nothing,
not even a reflection.

Guy's probably closing
his scope cap

until he sees movement.

- Could be anywhere right now.

Could be flanking us.

- Yeah, well...

there's only one way
to find out.

[soft suspenseful music]

[sniper fired]

- Found him.

- I see him.
One o'clock.

Asshole's just waiting for us
to poke our heads out.

- How kind.

- All right,

it's about 300 feet to get
to Delgado's ride.

- 275, 280.

- Listen, an average sniper
can squeeze off

about four rounds
in a ten-second window,

but we are not talking
about somebody average.

I saw this guy double-tap
a cartel guy in the same sec.

- So, we're fucked.

- I'm saying is, if we're gonna
make a run for it,

we better do it fast.

Don't give him time to adjust.

- And the land mines?

- Let's just hope he laid those
on the perimeter, yeah?

- This plan
isn't giving me much confidence.

- The plan is
I will draw his fire.

You'll lay down cover,
and I'll grab the SUV.

- Ah,
no, I'm not gonna be bait.

We both go.

- That is just gonna double
the chances of him

hitting us. No.
- Oh yeah?

Well, it also doubles my
chances of you not driving away

and leaving me for dead.

We both go or no cover fire.

- Fine.

We'll cover each other

and just keep his sights moving
as much as possible.

What was that?

Just give me the mirror.

Fuck is wrong with you?

[Griff breathing heavily]

[sniper fired,
mirror shatters]

- Now!

[rapid gunfire]

- Move your ass, Abbott!

[rapid gunfire]

[Abbott groans]

- Shit!

[car window shattering]

[Abbott grunts]

- Oh, my...

Did he get you, man?

Did he get you?

- It's just a scratch.

But listen, man,
I got lucky.

I don't think we'll have time
for both of us to go.

- What?
- I should just go

and then I'll come back
for you.

- No, no, no, no,
that's not the deal.

I covered you.
You cover me.

Capiche?

- All right.
Well, you better hustle up then,

because I can't wait long.

- No, yeah,
I'm coming.

Fuck it.

Go, go!

[rapid gunfire]

- Oh, my God!

[car window shatters]

- He's got a beat on you, man.

- No shit!

- Go!

[rapid gunfire]

- Oh, fuck.

He got me, dude.
Ow, ow! Holy fuck!

I'm gonna die!

- Hey, Griff.
He's reloading.

- Dude, that hurts so much
more than I thought it would!

Oh, fuck!

- Come, man.
You can't just lay there.

Let's go.
- Oh, it burns!

- I know it hurts,

but our window
is getting very small.

- You gotta get me!
I can't walk, man!

- Fuck, let's go!

- I'm dying!
- [Abbott] Let's go!

- [indistinct]
fucking girl.

Fuck.

Ow, ow!

Shit!

Ow, shit. It burns.

I'm dying, dude.
I'm dying.

- Hey, stop saying that.

You are not gonna die.

- I don't even
wanna be alive anymore, dude.

This hurts so bad.

You have no fucking idea.

- That's good.

Went straight through,
which actually

is a good thing.
- How is that a good thing?

I have a fucking hole
in my leg.

- I've dealt with a lot
of gunshots before.

It's way worse
if the bullet's still in there.

We just have to close it fast.

[upbeat music]

- Oh, come on!

Fuck you! Fuck you!
- Pressure's good.

Pressure's good.
- Come on, dude.

Chill.

[Griff groaning]

How are you gonna close it?

- You still got
that fancy lighter on you?

- I can't feel my fingers.

- Hey, hey.

That's the adrenaline,
all right?

Just let it keep you awake, yeah?

Now where's that lighter?

- Left jacket pocket there.

Yeah, there we go.

Next to the cigarettes.

- Yeah, I feel those.
It's fine.

Maybe you won't have the energy
to smoke anymore of those,

you know?

- [Griff] What?

- You know, I'm no stranger
to getting shot myself.

It feels like a hot poker
running up and down your body.

Couldn't feel my fingers,
my tongue, nothing.

- Yeah.

- What are you doing
with the coin?

- This...
- Don't tell me.

- is a field cauterization.
- Oh, fuck.

- I got plenty of experience.

My first tour in Afghan,
I got shot in my ass.

- You think getting shot
in your leg is bad?

I didn't get a cool scar
to show the ladies now.

- You should
bite down on this.

Keep that silver tongue
of yours intact.

- Okay, do it.

- My pleasure.

There you go.

- [flesh sizzles]
- [Griff grunting]

- And you're done.
You're done.

- Oh, I'm gonna throw up.

[exhales] Ow!

- I know.
- Ooh.

I thought you said
you never been shot before.

- That's just
some undercover bullshit.

- What else
is undercover bullshit, huh?

- Well,
all those tacos,

you know, those ones
you got me every day.

- The Catalina Supreme.

Don't tell me, dude.

I drove ten minutes out
of the way every day for you.

- Listen,
I'm actually not a fan

of Mexican food in general.

Anything spicier than mayo
ruins my whole night.

- Well, Mexico is not
the right assignment for you.

- Why don't you bite down
on that?

- No.

- Here we go.

[flesh sizzling]

[Griff grunting in pain]

[melancholy music]

[squeaking]

- How's your leg?

- Fuck you.

- [radio comms static]
- I missed.

- [Griff] What is that?

- [Abbott]
You heard that, too, yeah?

- [Griff] Yeah.
- [Abbott] From the car.

- [on radio] I can't believe
I missed.

- [Abbott] I guess it's my job
to go check it out.

[suspicious music]

No way.

[car door closes]

- [The Sniper] You're lucky.

The wind saved you.

A still breeze a bit to the
left and I clip your artery.

That's no way to go out.

- Who the hell are you?

- [The Sniper]
Just give in, boys.

Make it end faster.

I promise a quick death.

Just stand up.
I snipe your spine.

You won't feel a thing.

- You aware that you just tried
to kill two federal agents?

- [The Sniper]
Two ex-federal agents.

- What?

What did he just say?

- [The Sniper]
You were burned the second

you laid eyes on that case.

- What are you talking about?

- [The Sniper]
Just think about what I said.

Do the noble thing.

Don't drag this out.

- [Griff]
Will you face it?

There's no one out there.

- There has to be one channel
out there.

I got a contact at the border.

- Let me guess,
the pretty DEA chica

who wanted to give you
a cavity search.

- We're just co-workers.

- [chuckles] Yeah,
and these are healthy for me.

- Vasquez has a short wave
on her rig.

If she comes within range,

we should be able
to flag her down.

- How do you think
the sniper knew we were burned?

- Maybe he's
another Bureau suit.

You guys are always
fucking something up.

- You can't seriously
still think he's with me.

Bro,
he blew my fucking leg off.

- Sounds like
a good cover story,

if you ask me.

- You know what?
You're making me think he's DEA.

Probably wanted some piece
of the pie.

That's not the first time

some corrupt guy
in your department.

- See if it was the DEA,
we wouldn't have missed.

- But look,
if he is FBI,

he's not with me.

- Fair enough.

- Maybe Valentino found out
about Delgado.

- Might have us a sicario up
on that ridge.

- Not likely.

No, he's military.

A former, at least.

Ranger Corp, most likely.

Knows how to cover his tracks,
corner his target,

make his one gun
feel like an entire squad.

Asshole.

- What's he want with us?

- I don't think
he wants us at all.

I think we are in the way
of what he's really here for.

- We're sitting ducks out here.

[rhythmic, tense music]

- Unless we can turn the
tables.

[rhythmic,
tense music intensifies]

Give ourselves
some sort of bargaining chip.

- The case?

Do you think the sniper's
doing this

all for some gator tails
with the boys?

- No,
I don't know for sure,

but there might be
something else in there,

something he wants.

- Well, we'd be able to find
out if we went back in time,

back out into the open.

You know,
last time that happened,

my leg exploded, so.

- Feel like your leg's
good enough to push?

- No,
but we're gonna do it anyway.

- Great.

Then you're steering.

- You ready?

- Go!

[sniper fired,
car window shatters]

- Back seat.

- Yeah.

- Ow, ow, ow!

[car window shattering]

- [The Sniper]
Hola, Griff.

- I need some help.

- [The Sniper] What are you boys
up to in there, huh?

[Griff strains]

[gun cocks]

[Griff strains]

[gun shots,
glass shattering]

- [The Sniper]
Oh, I see you.

[rapid gunfire]

- Maybe you can hurry this up.

- Yeah, yeah.
Shut up.

[automatic gunfire]

[glass shattering]

Come on, man!

Aim at him!

- Hustle up!

[rapid gunfire]

- Come on.

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

- What are you doing in there?

Move!

- Ah-hah!

Ah, it's in neutral.

- I'm out!

- Let's go! Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go, let's go!

[Abbott straining]

- To the left.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Oh, no, right!
Right, right, right!

[loud thud]

- Oh, my God,
did you just run over a guy?

- Don't worry about it.
Just step over.

[car window shattering]

- Ow!

- Oh, God!

It's working.

[Abbott coughing]

- Abbott!

- [The Sniper]
One piggy down.

[bullet ricochets]

- Wake up, pussy.

Train's leavin'.

- God! God!

- Thought I lost you there.

- You're not that lucky.

Now, goddamn push, goddamnit!

[Abbot straining]

- Goddamn!

Come on!

[sniper firing,
tires hissing]

- He's shooting out the tires!

- Just keep pushing!

[sniper firing, tires hissing]

- Ah, fuck.
Ah! Ah!

[groaning] Oh, dude. Ow!

- No, no, no!
- [Griff] Fuck, he got my leg.

The tire got on my leg.

[groans]
He just hates this leg.

Fuck.

- [desperate cry]

- Stop, dude, stop.
Please.

It's over.
- No!

- We're not going anywhere,
Abbott.

- Oh, why'd you stop?

Why'd you stop?

It's right there!

- Abbott, that's it.

We're not going any further.

- Fuck!
It's your leg.

It's always your leg.

- [The Sniper]
You morons really think

I wouldn't shoot out the tires.

- Oh, this asshole.
- Oh, fuck this guy!

- [The Sniper] Seriously,
now just poke those heads out.

- He's fucking playing with us, man.

[Griff groaning]

- Listen to me.

One of us has to go out there
and grab that case.

It is right there.

- Abbott,

I know you think highly of me.

- Yeah.

- I'm a maverick
and I'm a stallion, but

I don't think
I can do it, dude.

- Right. I know.

I know. I know.

Listen,
you saved me back there.

I'll go.

I'll go.
I'll do that.

- You can't go out there

without a suit of armor
or something.

- [laughs] Griff.

Where--where the fuck
am I gonna get

a suit of armor out here, huh?

- I think

I know where we can find
the next best thing.

[upbeat, action music]

- I really hope this works.

[unsettling music continues]

- Well, thank God
for Delgado's paranoia.

Never thought I'd be saved
by a cartel member.

Can you move in that?

- Well, considering I just
gained about 50 pounds,

yeah,
I should be fine.

- Well, like I said,
you can have my vest too

and gain another 15,
if you like.

- No, no, I imagine you'll need
a little extra protection

for laying down cover fire.

- Guess that means
you trust me.

- I wouldn't push it.

- Well, regardless,
thanks, Abbott.

- It's Alex.

Yeah,
my real name's Alex Kelso.

Figured if I'm gonna die,

I should probably
just tell you my real name.

- Still think
I like Abbott more.

- Most people do.

- I'm Griffin Crawford.

- Wait a minute.

You use your real name
for undercover work.

- I couldn't remember
anything else at the time.

- Stop talking.

You stress me out.

I need to be focused.

[suspenseful music]

- Okay.
[exhales]

On three. One...

- Two... three.

- Now!

[rapid gunfire]

- God damn it!

Mind over matter.

[rapid gunfire]

Fuck you!

- Aah!
- Ooh.

God,
he shot his dick off!

- You're a dick shooter now, huh?

- What the fuck is wrong
with this guy?

Fuck this thing, man.

- Can you hurry up, Alex?
- I'm trying my best!

Shut up and shoot!

Oh!

- [Griff] Okay.
Ow, ow, ow, ow!

- Keep going.

Just keep going.

[rapid gunfire]

[desperate straining]

[car window shatters]

Delgado!

All right.

[laughs]

No!

Come on!

- What are you doing?!

- It's fucking handcuffed
to him.

[sniper fired]

[Abbot straining]

- Well,
can you drag him?

- Can I d--? No!

Do you see how big
this motherfucker is?

I gotta stand up
and get leverage.

- Give me a second.

- Oh, oh,
take your time.

I'm just having fun

with the rigor mortis crew
over here.

- Wait.

Do you still have your keys?

- What would I use
my keys for right now?

- Hit the alarm.

- The al--

Right, right.

[suspenseful music]

- [Abbott] Okay.

[car alarming]

[gunfire]

[sniper scope shatters]

[car alarm subsides]

- I...
I think I got him.

Go, go, go, go!

[intense music]

[sniper fired]

- Where is that
coming from?

- He's not using his scope!

- Come on, come on!

Go, go, go, go!

Come on, come on, come on!

[sniper fired]

[Abbot screaming in pain]

Sit down,
sit down, sit down!

- Agh!
- Fuck, he got you.

- Nah,

it's just a flesh wound, man. -
No, it's not okay.

I told you to take my vest.
- Ah, just stop that!

It's just a scratch, man.

It's just a scratch.

Don't worry about it.

- Oww!
- Come on.

Okay.
- Damn it!

- Stay still,
stay still, stay still.

It's gonna hurt.

- Aahhhh!

[both panting]

Hey, hey.

At least now I'll get a cool
scar, eh?

- Not as cool as mine.

[laughs]

- [The Sniper]
Okay, that was a good shot.

Cracked my scope up real nice.

A good shot
should always be respected.

- I did get him.

- Yeah.

- [laughs] Ah.

- [The Sniper]
It's only a matter of time.

You either eat a bullet
or die of dehydration.

Either way,
I can wait you out.

- Oh yeah, get him.

Get him.
Not so fast.

Abbott,
chill, chill.

Easy, easy.

- You assuming sack of shit. -
Get him.

- I spent a week
in an Afghan foxhole

with nothing but good thoughts
and a fucking bottle of water.

- Yeah.
- This will be nothin'.

- Yeah, yeah.
You get him.

- [The Sniper]
Everyone thinks they can,

but they can't.

I'm sorry,
but I have a mission

and I always finish
my mission.

- He's a poet--

- Hey, man,
shut the fuck up.

Over and out.

- That was good.

That was good.

I...
I can't, I can't.

[clattering]

[car door opens]

- Come on.

Come on.

Listen,
if we don't get this case open,

we both took a bullet
for nothing.

- You should
drink something.

- I'm fine. I'm fine.

- If you're dehydrated,
you're gonna cramp up.

- You know those things will
make you even more dehydrated.

- Yeah, and they also
give you cancer.

But...

I swear I'm trying to quit.

They're just the only thing
that keep me

from having panic attacks.

Honestly, I've never been
in a gun fight before.

- Hard to believe.

- I know.

Me, Griff,
your hero, your idol.

I'm not even scared of dying.

What I am terrified of

is them showing up
to my wife's door

and telling them our kid
doesn't have a daddy.

- You know,
I've never heard

the guy with a wife and a kid
taking an undercover job,

not willingly, anyway.

- Oh.
[grunting]

You were right about somethin'.

I fucked around
a bit too much after college.

I needed to make
a name for myself.

Maybe some money.

Kid was an accident.

I didn't even know I had a kid

'til I was putting
on the gold teeth.

I take it you're not married?

- I used to be.

Not anymore.

- What happened?

- It's the same thing

that's got you
chaining those Marlboros.

This job.

- This is embarrassing.

Move over.
Let me try.

Well,
here's your issue.

You were forcing it.

My brother used to keep
his Sports Illustrated

in a little case like this.

I very quickly learned
how to slip a lock.

[case unlocks]

Ha-ha, there we go.

That's it?

This is just drugs.

- Well, it can't be.

A sniper
doesn't kill five people

for a case full of cocaine.

- He also doesn't kill
an FBI head.

So, if this isn't about drugs,
then what is this about?

- I don't know.

- I thought we were gonna get
a bargaining chip!

Man,
this whole deal went to shit.

Our plan,
some fucking plan that was.

I was out there
shooting both of our guns.

Now, that little stunt
cost us everything.

Give me that!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

- What are you gonna name it?

- What?

- Well, I imagine you've put
some thought into it,

and I guarantee you your wife
has thought about it

every second of every day.

So, what name did you pick?

- Uh...

I don't know,
I...

I guess I always like
the sound of "Brandy."

- [chuckles]
No, no, no, no, no.

Speaking
from experience here,

do not name her
after a drink.

I named my baby Morgan.

People just kept
calling her Captain Morgan.

I hated it.

- You have a kid?

[cocaine thuds]

- Yeah.

Took after
her mother, thankfully.

- Is she fine
with her name now?

- You know, I don't know.

I haven't seen her
in a few years.

- Why haven't you seen her?

- Yeah.
Well, once I...

got out of the service,

we used to do some work
at the border.

Just routine stops.

This one time I pull over a
priest coming up out of Juarez.

And mind you,
I hate pulling over priests,

not from
any religious point of view,

but I just don't like

patting down a man
of the cloth.

But...

this time
I check the back of the truck,

and I find 15 kids, babies,

crammed in there.

Some of their arms
were broken

just to fit 'em inside.

Stitch shots,
bellies full of cocaine.

How do you look at your kid
after something like that?

- Okay, man,
Brandy's off the list.

[sniper fired]

[Griff] Fuck!

What the fuck?!

[Delgado muffled breath]

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Ah, ah, ah. Calm down.

How is he still breathing?

- [muttering under breath]
- Ubiystvo!

[Griff] What the fuck?!
Ubiystvo!

- I wouldn't exactly say
what he's doing

is breathing.

All right,
I need a cylindrical object,

kind of like a pen
or something like that.

- Just let
the little prick die.

- Because he needs
to tell us what's happening.

Now, find the pen
or anything like it.

Come on.
- Okay. I--okay.

- [Abbott] Come on.

[Delgado choking on blood]

[Delgado gasps for air]

- Found a pen.

- Great.

- I wish I could say
I'm sorry,

but I'm not.

- What the fuck
are you doing?

- It's an
emergency tracheotomy.

His windpipe needs oxygen.
Otherwise, he'll die.

And this
is gonna give it to him.

- [Delgado breathes]
- Oh, fuck.

Yo, my God.

- Yeah, no, save it.
Listen to me.

Your lungs are filling
in with blood.

And I promise you,
you do not have long.

But before you go,

I need you to tell me exactly
why a military sniper

is working so hard to get
a case full of cocaine.

Your turn.

- [muttering under breath]
...eto vnutri...

eto... vnutri...

[agonal breathing]

- Is he... gone?

- Yes, Griff.
Yes, he's dead.

- Yeah.

What was he saying?

Etro... Eto Vnutri?

- I mean, it sounds like...

like Russian.

- Like Russian?

How the fuck does a Mexican
drug runner know Russian?

- Any chance the FBI
taught you some Ruskie

in your time there?

- No, they nixed that course
once the wall fell.

But I did pick up a few words
from my wife.

Her parents
were former Soviet Union.

Etro vnutri... vnut...

Eto vnutri means
"It's inside."

- You got that
from what he just said?

- Yeah.

- But what is it?

- All right, listen up,

whoever you are,
we found your drive.

So, let's talk.

Who is Delgado, huh?

Is he CIA?

All right, you better start
spilling asshole,

otherwise this drive
is gonna end up in pieces,

and I know
you don't want that.

- [The Sniper] You're in no
position to make demands.

- Actually,
I'm feeling pretty good

about my position.

We found the drive
that you need.

So, what is this?

You CIA?

- [The Sniper]
No.

But I take their calls
from time to time.

- You're not even a soldier.

You're just a murderer
for hire.

- [The Sniper]
I used to be a soldier.

A ranger, you called it,

but that was a long time ago.

- Then tell me,
what was Delgado to you?

A Russian informant?

Was he your comrade?

[radio static]

- [The Sniper]
Never met the guy

'til I plugged him
with a round today.

- Why don't you tell me
what's on this drive, huh?

Is this Russian
bank account numbers?

[radio static]

- [The Sniper] That is above
both our pay grades.

All I know is Delgado
was a Russian defector

hiding out in Mexico
trying to make a quick buck.

- Who was he selling to?

[radio static]

- [The Sniper] You should ask
your partner about that.

His handler set
this whole thing up.

Now that handler
has a bullet in his brain,

I think the two of you
got lots to talk about.

[tense, suspicious
music builds up]

- Take it easy.

This is what he wants.

I wanted to tell you.

Shit got way out of hand.

- This whole thing
was based off of your tip.

- Fine, fine.

Hawthorn told me that there
would be some intel in the case,

but I didn't know
it was gonna be that,

and I sure as shit didn't know

he was gonna try
and fuck us over.

- Yeah, you tell me.

What was the plan
for me here today, huh?

Was I
your fucking fall guy?

- I was
just following orders.

I mean, we're both
being set up here.

Don't make
that guy's job any easier.

- Okay.

- You know I wouldn't
hurt you if I knew.

- That makes one of us.

[intense music]

You know, Griff...

count 15.

[intense music building up]

- Come on!

Abbott!

- You just keep
your head down.

- You're gonna need me.
Where are you going?

- Getting out of here.

- All right,
maybe you can wait me out.

I'll give you that.

But I'm pretty damn sure
that I can keep you out here

until the last drop of water

dries up
in that canteen of yours.

- Abbott!
- And I don't like that plan.

Here's a better one.

Ceasefire.

[radio static]

- [The Sniper]
That isn't an option for me.

- Yeah. Well, if you want
to make it out of this gulch

with the drive,

you'll make it an option.

Here's what I'm proposing.

I'll stand up real tall-like,

keep my hands over my head.

Gun out of the picture.
You do the same.

Now,
I know you were a ranger,

and I'm pretty sure
they taught you

a little bit of honor.

So, why don't you showcase
some of that for me right now,

and we got a deal.
- Abbott, don't do it.

- [The Sniper]
We have a deal.

- As soon as you pop
your head up,

he's gonna shoot it off.
- Yeah, well, what?

Am I gonna trust you?

- Yeah, kinda!

- We move on three.

One...

- Abbott.

- Two...

- Abbot, don't!

- Three.

[radio static]

- [The Sniper]
Where's the drive?

- So, how do you want
to do this?

[radio static]

- [The Sniper]
Now, I want you to back up.

[whispers] Back up.

[radio static]

- [The Sniper]
Keep going.

Just a little further.

- No, no,
I'm not an idiot.

You come down here,

or I'll smash this drive
under my fucking boot.

- There's another shooter!
- What?!

[sniper fired]

- Oh, fuck!
Fuck!

[Abbott gasping for air]

[radio static]

- [The Sniper] Looks like my
partner showed up just in time.

- [gun fired]
- Oh, fuck!

- Damn it, Griff!

[rapid gunfire]

[Abbott]
This is gonna hurt.

- Oh, my God, whoa!

Oh, fuck, good, good.

[grunts]

Lying sack of shit.

[grunts]

[Abbott coughing]

- My first time flying private.

[coughs]

Fuck it.
Two, huh?

[rapid gunfire]

- Hold on, Abbott!

Fuck, he tied these tight.

Let's hope this yoga paid off.

Fuck!

Wow,
I can't believe I did that.

Okay.

[zip tie snaps]

[rapid gunfire]

[bullets ricocheting]

[Abbott groans]

[rapid gunfire]

[glass shattering]

[car revving]

- Come on, sweetheart.

- You don't have
to tell me twice!

[tire screeches]

[bullets ricocheting]

You came back,

you beautiful son of a bitch.
- Ah, what can I say.

You're gonna make me blush.

- If you can get us out of here
safe,

then I'll give you a fat fucking
star.

- Dude,
I can't see anything.

[gunshots, glass shattering and
car revving]

- Oh, you should've
left me, man!

- Oh, well,

we can survive
better together.

Hold on.

[rapid gunfire]

- Hey!

[car revving]

- [Griff]
Okay, we're good.

- Yeah, maybe no more
of that, please.

- Whooh!
- [Abbott] Ahh!

Please.
Hey! Left, left, left!

Left!

Oh, shit!

[intense music]

A bridge up ahead!

[intense music continues]

- I think
we're gonna lose him.

I think we're gonna lose him.

[window car shatters]

[Griff groans]

[car crashing]

[thunder]

[Griff coughing]

[Griff exhale with shock]

Abbott!

Abbott,
are you alive?

Abbott,
where are you?

[groans]

[radio static]

- [The Sniper]
You fucking assholes!

Good thing my partner
has a better view.

I'll let him finish you off
so I can collect my reward.

[Griff coughing]

[thunder roaring]

- No.

No, no, no, no.

[grunts] Come on, man.

[pedal thudding]

[gun cocks]

- It's over.

Let it happen.

[rapid gunfire]

[blood sputtering]

- Found this baby
in the trunk.

Figured
you could use the help.

Hey, hey, come on.

Slow your roll.
You look like shit, brother.

You're fine.
You're okay.

Save the shock
for a Bureau shrink.

I don't have time for that.

- You saved me.

- No, I was just returning
the favor.

But, um...

I'm sorry
that I didn't trust you.

- It's okay.

I probably would have
done this same.

- [chuckles] Yeah, no,
actually, you wouldn't have

because I would have had you
in a headlock

before you got
the zip ties on me.

[thunder]

- [Agent Vasquez]
Copy. This is the border.

- Is that...?
- Over.

- Fuck.

Yeah, copy, copy.

Who is this?

- [Vasquez] Alex?

- Vasquez.

- [Agent Vasquez]
What the hell is going on?

I got reports of gunshots
near the border.

Figured it was some kids
fucking around.

- No, no.

Vasquez,
it's not kids.

Maya, listen.

Griff and I got pinned down
behind an SUV.

There's a sniper out here,
and he's laying down fire.

- [through radio]
Are you okay?

- [into radio] Yeah,
no, we're still alive.

We're pinned down
just a mile south--

[gun shots]

- [Abbott]
Oh, fuck. Shit.

- [Abbott] [indistinct]

- I'm stuck.

Are you gonna help me?

- Come on. Come on!

- Fuck.

[both grunting]

[panting]

What the fuck?
It's raining?

- Of course.

- [The Sniper]
I offered you a quick death.

And instead,
you killed my partner.

I won't offer
that same kindness again.

I'm gonna pick you off
piece by piece

'til you beg for death.

Then I'll pick off even more.

- This guy sucks.

- What are you doing, man?

- Fuck.

I can't see a glint.

- Yeah, no,
this time of night,

with this rain,

you're not gonna see
a fucking reflection.

- What do we do, man?

- [laughs]
What do we do?

- Come on,
you always think of something

to get us out of this shit.

- [laughs]
Not this time.

No, this time,
I'm beat.

- Hey.
No, no, no, no.

You're not doing
that shit right now.

- Hey, did I ever tell you
why I took this job?

- I have a feeling
you're gonna tell me.

- It's to help people.

Help good,
hardworking people

that I saw suffering.

It wasn't until today
that I realized

I am just dousing a fire
with tequila.

Sometimes I wish
I could just fucking go back

and do it all over again.

Actually make a difference,
so...

Yeah.

- You did make a difference,
Abbott.

You saved me.

Give me that.

Now, shut the hell up.

[Abbott laughing]

[car approaching]

[car door closes]

[thunder clap]

- Hey, hey, hey!
Don't come over here.

Don't come over here
and just stay right there.

There's...

[soft music]

- Alex?

- Vasquez?

- Jesus Christ.
- [Abbott] Vasquez?

- Are you guys okay?
- Get down. Get down.

Over here.

[rapid gunfire]

- Oh, my God.
You need an ambulance.

- No, no,
we're fine.

We're fine, okay?

Just tell me
that you brought back up.

- Yes, yes. Terrence and Dunn
are minutes away.

What the fuck is going on?
- Listen to me.

We need to get this to brass.

We need to do it now.

I can't tell you what's on it,

but the second Terrance
and Dunn get here,

we need to hop in the rig
and get out.

- Okay.

Was that all that
was in the case?

- No, no, there was--
there was cocaine

and everything
piled on top, okay?

It was a distraction.

This is what
they really came for.

This...

[suspicious music]

How did you know I was here?

- What are you talking about?
You told me.

- No.

Vasquez, no, I didn't.

[unsettling music builds up]

There's no backup coming,
is there?

- Nice and easy, Alex.

[laughs]
- What the fuck?

- Shut up.

- I told you,
we should have run away.

- Your girlfriend
took a fucking deal!

- I didn't have a choice!

You might be okay dying
in this desert, Alex,

but I'm not.

And if you can't
help me escape,

someone higher up can.

- Vasquez,
what did you do?

- I found a way out.

- Maya,
you--you can't trust them.

- Alex,
give me the drive.

- You knew
I was on this key!

[gunfire]

- [shouting] Give me
the fucking drive!

- You want this key, huh?

Then you fucking take it
from me.

- I have the drive.

- [The Sniper] Good.
Put it in your rig.

- What about them?

Cut them loose?

- [The Sniper]
Leave them for me.

- Maya!

Hey, Maya, get...

Maya, get back here!

Vasquez!

[emotional music]

[sniper fired]

[muted shouting]

[muted shouting]

[gunshot and glass shattering]

[echoes] Abbott...

Abbott...

Abbott!

- Those bullets
went screaming over her head.

He's pinned us down.

- No, we can make it
if we stay close to the wall.

You'll have more cover.

Now,
if she got here that fast,

that means
there's a checkpoint nearby.

So, we just need
to get to the car,

and then we can hightail it
to the border

to get the fuck out of here.

- Hey,
do you love your wife?

- What?

- What is her name?
Uh...

- [Griff]
Alina.

- You love Alina?

- Yeah, dude,
I love my wife.

And you know what?

I can't stop thinking about how
pissed she's gonna be

if you keep asking
stupid questions like this,

and we don't get
the fuck home.

- We'll make it home.

Listen to me, Griff,
we can't keep running.

Not like this.

Even if we make it out
of this gulch,

he'll find us.

That's a lifetime
of looking over our shoulder.

That's you, that's Alina,
that's your whole family.

I don't want that.

Okay, we have
to stop him right here,

right fucking now.

Now look,

he shot the headlights
out of that car.

You know why?

- No, why?

- It's a scope.

He's using thermal vision.

We just gotta flush him out.

[Abbott laughs]

- So, what?

We just lay
out a trail of cocaine

and hope
he comes a-sniffin'?

- Something like that, yeah.

Now, Vasquez has a flare
on her rig.

We pop that.

We shove
in the bastard's eyes.

- Burn him?

- No, no.

We--we--we blind him.

- [scoffs] How do we get him
out into the open?

- One of us
will have to be bait.

Don't worry, I got it.

- Well,

let's give him hell.

- Let's do it, partner.

- [laughs]

- I guess this one
we do technically owe

the cartel for.

Ready?

Three, two...

[gun fired]

[upbeat, action music]

[gunfire]

[rapid gunfire]

[soft, dramatic music]

Okay, okay.

[grunting and panting]

I got the flare.

Now, what?!

- Bait.

- Fuck.

- Come on out,
you coward bitch.

- [through radio] [The Sniper]
Vasquez was a traitor.

She deserved what she got.

- [into radio]
No,

you don't get
to talk about her.

[gun fired]

Yah!

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

[panting heavily]

Hey. [laughs]

[into radio]
You listen to me.

You're not making it out
of this gulch alive.

You're gonna die.

Alone.

Like your fucking buddy.

[laughs]

Here you are.

- He wasn't weak.

He was steel,
but you...

you're just flesh and bone.

- Let's do this.

[gun fired]

- Listen, after I kill you,

I'm going to use
every resource I have

to hunt your daughter.

[heavy, action music]

[flare gun cocks]

- Hey, cock shooter.

Let's see
how you take the heat.

[flare gun fire, crackling]

- Get fucked.

[Sniper groaning]

[body thuds]

[punches]

[Griff grunts]

[Griff grunts]

- You know,
we're not much different.

Just men following orders.

We could both
walk away from this.

I just need to kill
your partner first.

- That's enough.

[punching]

[Sniper grunts]

[thud]

- Abbott!

Fuck.

Oh,
that's a lot of blood.

Um...
you're okay.

- I think this is it for me, okay?

- No.

No, man, you're built
like a fucking ox.

You've been shot
like ten times.

Come on.

- Just a second.

Maybe...

maybe I'll do a little better
in my next life.

- [Griff] Oh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck.

[soft, emotional vocalizing]

Abbott.

- [Abbott gasps sharply]
- Whoa, whoa.

- [Abbott coughing]
- Okay, okay, okay.

You're alive.
- He shot my arm

and my fucking leg.

- Oh, my God,
I told you.

You're built like
a fucking ox, dude.

You're not gonna die here.

- I need help.
Help me up.

- Come on.

Jesus Christ!

Okay,
now that you feel better,

do you see what I did at all?

- Yeah,
it was great.

- It was awesome!

- The only problem is,

you didn't look very cool doing
it.

- Oh, horse shit.

[Abbot groans]

Fucker.

Let's go get some food.

Let's go get some tacos!

- Ah.

Maybe Thai food this time?

- Thai food.

["Badlands"
performed by The Howlers]

[video screeches]

- Boop.

[blows raspberry, laughing]

- [Man] Hands on,
Hands on, let's go.

- [Abbott] Don't laugh.
Come on.

The camera's rolling.

This is important stuff.

- [Director]
Here we go. Set!

- [Man]
Set.

- [Director]
And action!

- Oh, my God!
It's a zombie!

Fuck off!

[overlapping grunting]

- Now, she's a zombie girl!

Oh, God!

[Woman speaking in Spanish]

- I'm reloading.

- God, I don't know
what you're saying,

but it sounds like--

[Woman chokes]

[disgusted groan]

- Oh, my God!

That is fucked up!

[Woman choking]

- This is so fucked up.

- Oh.
Oh, God.

- I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

- And cut!

[indistinct chatter]

- [Woman] Yeah, are you good?
- [Abbott] Yeah.

- Did that look good?

- So,
ending in Queensland.

Take 1 and mark--and B mark.
- [Woman] Reset. [laughs]

[action music]

[gentle music]