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[unsettling music]

[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, break beat 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, dumb-ass!

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, goddamn it!

[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]