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[ominous music playing]

[music intensifies]

-[camera beeps]
-[shutter clicks]

[music fades]

That's him.

That's my Tyler.

I'll make the arrangements
for his transfer back to the U.S., sir.

-[Abe] All right.
-[cell phone beeps]

-[Clifton] He's good.
-[Abe exhales]

-Thanks for coming, Abe.
-Of course.

It's Tyler.

I'm sorry, brother.

They think it was fentanyl.

These fucking cartels.

It's not just the animals in the city.

They're killing our children.

Yeah, I know.

The DEA is not equipped
to deal with this war.

They've been after this evil
for a long time, not getting anywhere.

That's right. Like I said, it's a war.

You don't win wars with slogans.

Not one more of our children.

Whatever it takes, get it done.

You understand, sir,
this is gonna require an...

unconventional approach.

I'm good with that.

Let me know if you need anything
to get this going.

Okay.

Go be with your family.
I'll take care of everything.

What's the plan?

We need to scorch the earth.

-Take me to the State Prison.
-[Adolfo] You got a snitch?

I got a devil.

-[prisoners chattering]
-[man urinating]

-[door alerts buzzing]
-[locks clicking]

Hey.

[speaking in Spanish]
What's up, boy? All good?

-[prisoner] All good.
-All good. All good, gentlemen.

[lock clicks]

[guard] Let's go!

Come on, hurry up.

Let's go, white boy.

Stop right there, white boy.

All good. Go ahead. Go on.

Let's go.

[door alert buzzing]

[gate clanks shut]

[prisoner chattering indistinctly]

[speaking in Spanish]
I feel like I know this gringo.

-No shit, from where?
-From Baja.

I think he's the White Devil.

[laughs] And I have two hands.

[Tuerco sighs] Man, seriously.

There is a price on his head.

One second.

[ominous music playing]

Look, man, I just wanna sit here
and read my book in peace.

[in English] I know who you are, man.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I'm pretty sure you don't.

Why's that?

Look, man.

I think you got me confused
for somebody else, okay?

I know you're the fucking Diablo Blanco!

[music intensifies]

They had you all over the news
in San Diego

after you fucked up all those homies.

[in Spanish] Don't play stupid.

-[both grunting]
-[intense music playing]

[prisoners cheering]

[Tuerco] Cocksucker!

[prisoners] Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!

[music intensifies]

-[guard whistles blowing]
-[alarm blaring]

[in English] You're a dead man.

I know.

["Si Te Vas" playing]

[in Spanish] Get in. Hurry the fuck up!
What are you looking at? Ass--

["Si Te Vas" continues]

["Si Te Vas" continues]

-[song distorts and fades]
-[women sobbing]

[cell phone buzzing]

[whoops]

It's Tracy.

Tracy.

Listen.

[in Spanish] The employees understand now
that they have new management.

Good. Any issues?

Well, you were right.
The place was full of fentanyl.

But don't worry. We are clearing it out.

[in Spanish] Okay, we are in control.

Well, I don't know about that, Tracy.

But, look, there's some clean coke
that we can turn into cash.

Oh, Tracy, Tracy. Don't worry, Tracy.

I may have a surprise for you.

[in English] Did you find him?

No, no, no.
But I have some new connections.

[in Spanish] Don't give me that bullshit.

-[man 1] See the way she looked at you?
-[man 2] Please.

-Don't get me started, Lopez.
-Telling you, chief.

-That girl was looking at you hard.
-Oh, man.

These women look at a man in uniform,
no matter how ugly that man might be,

all they see is that sexy steady paycheck

and dental insurance
for their wild-ass kids.

Speaking of which,

did your stepson get his braces yet?

[chief laughs]

Lighten up, man.

I'm sure Carole wasn't like that.

Oh, what the hell?

You'd think these idiots would know better
than to put this shit on a cop car.

What the fuck?

Oh, fuck.

-You okay, chief?
-Fenta--

Fuck!

[tense music playing]

Commander 1, officer needs help.

I need an R.A. at my location
for an opioid overdose.

We have a possible fentanyl contamination.

Hang on, chief, stay with me.

I'm here.

All right.

There you go.

There you go. There you go.

[in Spanish] Fuck no. Back to the cell.

We need to talk.

[in English] Let's skip the hug
and get right to the point.

I want you to go undercover.

As you can see, I'm a little tied up
for the next few years.

Besides, I'm out of the game.
Been out for a while.

Man, you were, then you weren't.

Whether you wanna acknowledge it or not,
you're back in the game.

How so?

You took out a whole cartel,
Mr. Diablo Blanco.

That was personal. You know that.

Oh, I get why you did it,

truth be told, I'd...

I don't think I'd keep myself
from doing the same.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You brother Mike was a good guy.

Unlike us.

Unlike us.

Like I said, I'm out, Abe.

Yeah. Well, I wish
I could let it be, but I can't.

Sure you can.

Stand up, you take your friends here
and you walk away.

Too late for that. You fucked up my op.

What op?

Fentanyl.

Since when does Defense
give a shit about that?

Since they do.

That shit's killing over
70,000 Americans a year.

It's not a drug, it's a fucking weapon.

And Mexico is the pipeline for our enemies
to get it into the streets,

and kill our children.

It's not my problem.

You made it your problem
when you took out our inside man.

Carmelo Aguilera.

Yeah, well,
best laid plans of mice and men.

Go with your plan B.

You fucked that up too. And plan C.

-Fuck.
-Yeah. Fuck.

You created a power vacuum.

And someone you know intimately
is stepping up to the task.

-Who?
-You know who.

She still blames you for killing her boy.

-I didn't kill him.
-Mm-hm. Tell that to her when you see her.

-Why don't you tell her for me instead?
-I can't find her.

Well, from what I remember,
she's not the shy type.

Silver lining.

All you have to do
is wait for her to pop up.

Yeah, well,
we don't have the time to wait.

Okay. This is time sensitive.

The ambassador lost his son
two nights ago.

We gotta shut these assholes down.

So now that it's personal
to some bureaucrat,

the gloves come off?

Give the ambassador my condolences.

Yeah, I'll give him more than that.

The war doesn't end
when a few soldiers die.

The real fight is coming.

And we're gonna decide when and where.

And how do I factor in
to your battle plans?

You know your old...

officer pal up in Banning?

He got hit with a fentanyl-laced flyer.

He okay?

[Abe] Yeah, luckily he had
another officer with him

who had NARCAN training.

[Jake] Good.

Flyer wasn't for him.

It was for you.

THE GRINGO OR THE WIDOW

Hailey.

Savannah.

Your sister-in-law and niece are okay.

I moved them up to Oregon
with their parents.

They're under protective custody.

Can't keep that forever.

What's the job?

She is.

I hate to bother you, Tracy.
But we have some good news.

What's the bad news that comes with it?

The ambassador's son
overdosed on fentanyl.

Fuck.

I told you that fentanyl shit
was gonna be trouble.

These dumbfucks wouldn't listen.

[in Spanish] What can I say?

[in English] Our operations are clear.

They'll put it on us anyway.

A bust is a bust.

It doesn't matter who put it out.

Now what could possibly be
good enough news to offset that?

I found him.

What?

Where? Where is he?

He's in a prison
outside of Puerto Vallarta.

No way. We have people in the prisons.
They would have found him.

He was under a fake name, Tracy.

I want that piece of shit to curse
the whore of a mother that birthed him.

My Tommy died in a filthy fucking prison
because of him.

I wanna watch him suffer.

We need to get to him.

-That's gonna be a little tiny problem.
-Why?

They're transferring him.

I don't give a shit if they're shoving him
back up his mother's asshole.

Tracy, we're talking about
a heavily armored convoy.

Some serious weapon and much more people.

I don't give a shit if they have tanks.

Consider it done.

I'll reach out to my friend
and get the weapons.

And you give me the cash.

Whatever it costs, don't fuck this up.

[in Spanish] Hey. I'm never wrong, Tracy.

-[upbeat tropical music playing]
-[all speaking in Spanish]

-This one first.
-Or this one better.

[Pato] What's up?

[in English] Hey, bro!

-[woman] Hello.
-What's up, brother?

-[Pato] Andro. Good. How are you?
-Good, and you? Oh, well.

-Hello.
-What's up?

-I'll say hello in a bit.
-[Sam] No. Dude, it's coming out...

-No. Yes, please.
-[Pato] Let's see.

-Look how it came out.
-[Pato] Yes, I saw.

[Clavo] No, no, no.

[indistinct chatter]

-What are you saying? I was here first.
-[Clavo] Yes, my leftovers.

-Bro, how are you? All good?
-Very good.

My love.

[Clavo] Want a beer?

[Pato] Angie, come in.

[all exclaiming]

Sometimes I clean up.

Niña, Feli, how are you all? Hello.

Listen, we have a new mystery to solve.

-Let's see.
-Let's see.

I need to know
who the real father of this child is.

-Come on, dude.
-Take a look.

-Because he's not yours.
-Why?

He's too cute, look at him.

Take a look at me, we're identical.

The baby is not wearing a wig.

[all laughing]

Let's see. Let me take a look at him.
Come on, let's see.

[Sam] Handsome, tall.

-That's why. Whose child is it?
-No, he does look like you.

He does look like you.
He's gonna suffer a shitload. Poor guy.

-[Sam] Why is he going to suffer?
-Just look at him.

[Sam] He's gonna be very attractive.

No, he's identical to his mother.

-How did you fall for this?
-[Sam] Help me out. They're picking on me.

Of course he's going to look like him.

-No doubt.
-[Angelica] You had it well hidden.

[Clavo] Anybody wants a beer? No?

Some water? Nothing? Yes?

Hon, tell him already.

I think it's time you told him. Ask him.

Right now, it's a good time. Okay?

-Okay.
-It's going to be okay.

Andro, can I talk to you?

Yes, of course.

What's wrong?

I have something crucial to ask you.

The baby's not mine.

Talk to Clavo. You know how that dude is.

Look, you know I don't have any brothers.

Not by blood at least.

And I wanted to ask you--

What do you need?

Feliciana and I...

were wondering if you'd do us the honor
of being Leonardo's godfather.

-If it's too much--
-The honor is mine.

Really?

Set a day and time
and we throw him to the river.

Andro, if I were you,
I'd be a little more careful, okay?

Because Feliciana hasn't touched
this boy in a long while.

Are you jealous?

-A little.
-Get in here.

Love, he said yes!

-[all cheering]
-[cell phone buzzing]

-Let's toast to that.
-Tequila, tequila.

-[Angelica] Cheers, family.
-[Sam] Cheers.

Party's over.

We have work tomorrow.

Oh, well.

[chattering in Spanish]

[in Spanish] Attention!

Good morning. Continue.

Congratulations.

Do we know if it's a girl or a boy?

-Thank you, commander. It's a boy.
-[Diaz] Very well.

That little one is going to be
a future gringo hunter.

A prisoner transport?

This prisoner requires special security.

No shit, it's the White Devil.

Who's the White Devil?

The White Devil, from La Misión.

The one who busted up the Baja Cartel?

That one.

White Devil or Black Angel.

It doesn't matter. Get ready!

Are you sure he's the White Devil?

I'm sure. My uncle was in charge
of the team that arrested him in Baja.

Andro. I need a second with you.

Sir, I need a bathroom break.

[commander] Go ahead.

[in English] Walk with me.

-[in Spanish] Clavo, you're driving.
-[Clavo] Yes, sir.

[ominous music playing]

[in Spanish] Hello.

STATE POLICE

[gate locks]

Rolling with one.

[in English]
You aren't the typical transport team.

[in English]
You aren't the typical prisoner.

[ominous music continues]

[in Spanish] All clear.

[engines starting]

[ominous music continues]

-[music fades]
-[seagulls cawing]

[cell phone buzzes]

Copy.

[exhales]

Sir, they're on the move.

Let the games begin.

My men's lives are at stake.
This is not a game.

Everything is a game.
You either play or get played.

Which, uh...

makes me wonder...

-are you trying to play me, commander?
-What?

Are you behind the fentanyl contamination
in the coke supply?

Simple question.

Seems to me
it's a great idea for you get us

to come down here
and clean up your problems.

We do the dirty work,
you keep your hands clean.

Fucking fantastic idea.

Absolutely not.

All of our intelligence points
to that gringa, Tracy, and her crew.

I had to ask.

I understand.

Have you tried these chilaquiles?

Fucking fantastic.

-Mmm.
-Hm.

[suspenseful music playing]

[in Spanish] No signal around here.

Again.

[in English] Don't even think about it.

-You're not going anywhere without me.
-Been a while since I've seen fresh air.

[in Spanish] What?

He likes fresh air.

[in English] Enjoy it.

There's not much
in the dungeon you're going to.

Why did you do it?

They got in the way.

Of what?

Someone from the cartel
murdered a police officer

up in Banning, California.

I came down to bring him to justice.

You made yourself a gringo hunter.

[in English]
That's a lot of killing for one arrest.

[suspenseful music playing]

The policeman was my brother.

[dramatic music playing]

[Andro] Oh, shit!

They're flanking us!

Samuel!

[in Spanish] Angelica, let's go, now!

[both grunting]

Angelica, that's a fucking order!

[Andro] Cover me!

Covering!

Red!

[Andro] Green! Cover me!

[dramatic music continues]

[Jake] Cover!

[cartel’s automatic gunfire continues]

[in English] Cover!

[Jake in Spanish] Let's go.

-[all in Spanish] Three.
-[Kiko] Are you sure?

The gringo and the police officers?

How many left, Kiko?

[Kiko] Three. The gringo and two cops.

They lost them in the jungle.

Make sure to block the entrances
to the town

because these fuckers
will probably want to ask for help.

Done.

-Come on, let's go.
-Yes, sir.

Filero, Filerito.

We're going hunting, dude.

Let's go, boys!

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey!

Hey!

[suspenseful music continues]

[music fades]

Sir, we just got word from the prison.

The convoy hasn't checked in.

-How late are they?
-About 15 minutes.

I'll send units to check on them.

I don't know. I'm sure they're fine.
Probably just rolling slow.

Besides, you don't know
where to send the units.

We know their route.

-I changed it.
-[Diaz] What?

Operational security.

I didn't want anybody to have
the opportunity to sell the info.

-What if they're in trouble?
-They'll be fine.

Probably on Highway 200.

Take the back roads
through Boca de Tomatlán.

[Diaz in Spanish] Hey! I need everyone
to answer. Let's go, boys! Let's go!

I need communication
with all the available units.

These gringos turned this
into a shitshow, again.

-[tense music playing]
-[in English] Don't move.

We're on the same side.

No, we're not.

They killed our whole team.

They did.

I didn't.

It was because of you.

Yeah. Because of me.

[static crackling over radio]

[in Spanish] My radio is not working.

[in English] There's a village
a few kilometers up river.

We're gonna hike there.

We'll find a phone and call for backup.

Give her your hands.

I can help you fight.

You're my prisoner.

We're all in the same boat.

We need to work together.

They're probably covering the roads
and have a team tracking us.

Look, I was free.
I could've hit the bush and been gone.

[in Spanish] Andro, he is right.

Give me his weapon.

[in English] Whatever you're gonna do,
do it quickly. We don't got a lot of time.

[Andro] Fine.

But no guns. You take point.

Fine.

You'll probably want this.

Any more surprises?

Go.

[ominous music playing]

[in Spanish] That one will knock out
the cellular and landlines.

Who's the owner of the store?

You're closed.

If you see a white guy
and two cops let me know.

Here's some cash for them.

Be on alert.

Off with you, ladies, it's closed.

PILLY GROCERIES

Hit it.

[man] How many more?

[beeps]

[Kiko] Let's go!

[ominous music continues]

[horn honking]

Gentlemen! I got news! Come closer!

Come, come!

The syndicate offers 100,000 pesos

to the one who tells me
where the damn gringo is

with his two helpers dressed as cops.

Who wants to earn that money?

Let's go, come on!

[suspenseful music playing]

[in Spanish] If we don't move fast,
we're going to get fucked.

There are tens of men looking for us.

Some have machetes,
others have handguns, long guns.

They are focusing
on the hunt around the river.

[in English]
Small fishing village like this,

-probably only has one cell tower.
-Be quiet.

[in Spanish] Andro, he's right.

They have probably
knocked out the antennas.

-[in English] Best bet is find a landline.
-I said shut the fuck up!

-Look. I'm sorry about your--
-[Andro yells]

[Jake chuckles]

If we don't work together,
we're all fucking dead.

[in English] Andro.

Let him talk.

All right.

So since you think
you have all the answers...

how do we do that?

Just give them what they want.

You?

We're all just bait.

I'm the chum in the water.

If you want us to let you escape,
I don't think so.

The people that are hunting us
are after me, not you.

All you have to do is hand me over.

That's not an option.

You are our responsibility.

You don't have to get yourself killed
because of me.

-Enough people have already died.
-[Andro] Yeah.

We know who you are.
And who you were.

Then you know I'd never hurt a cop.

[in Spanish] Andro, what do you think?

[pensive music playing]

I think that those sons of whores
killed our brothers.

If we try to negotiate with them,
they'll kill us too.

And this gringo is more useful
as a soldier than as a prisoner.

[in English]
At least until we get out of this shit.

If we get out.

The only way out is to find their boss
and end this.

Who is their boss? How do we find him?

Her.

It's a woman.

She's Mexican American.

And how the hell did she know
you were being transferred?

Someone sold us out.

And if that's so, she probably has
every hired gun in this state out for us.

Looks like fucking Benghazi out there.

The syndicate has roadblocks
on Highway 200 in and out of Boca.

They're checking vehicles.

Well, that's good.

That means
they haven't snatched him up yet.

Any word on my men?

[in Spanish] Not yet,
but we're going to send up a drone.

[in English] You won't see much
in the jungle from up in the air.

I got assets on the ground too.

We'll locate our target
and get your men out.

How can you be so sure?
My men are the best,

but they were not ready
to get involved in a war.

They got involved in the war
when they took this job.

So did you.

I'm curious, how did you change the route
if I didn't authorize it?

I made a call.

To who?

[Abe] Hey, listen, commander.

You wanna say something,
you say it, all right? Don't fuck around.

Are you insinuating
that I would somehow put the lives

of these brave men in danger?

What I say is that it is very irregular.

I'll tell you what's irregular.

Are you or are you not
the highest ranking member

of your agency
in this area of operation?

Well, then how on God's holy earth

could a foreigner
give orders to your people

to change the route
of a prisoner transport?

You're either in control of your troops
or you're not. Which is it?

I am.

Good.

I'm glad you understand.
Conversation is over.

-[ominous music playing]
-[Kiko in Spanish] Sir.

[Nando] When we get to Tracy,
everybody, keep your trap shut.

I'll do the talking, okay?

[Kiko] She's going to be pissed off, boss.

[Nando] And more so because
we're not bringing the gringo to her,

who, by the way, I want caught alive.

Turn the rest into paste, if you like.

But I want that bastard alive,
you hear me?

All right, sir.

Get ready, dude.

[ominous music playing]

[in English] Where the fuck is he?

[Nando] We got him surrounded, Tracy.

[in Spanish] I'll bring him to you tonight
on a silver platter

and an apple in his mouth, if you want.

Don't kill him. I want to see it.

They, uh, knocked out the cell towers
and cut the landlines to the area.

NORCOM confirms the target.
Facial recognition is a match.

All right.

The drone tracked her to this location.

[Abe]
Commander, I need you to call your troops.

Tell them to stage 10 kilometers
outside the town of Boca de Tomatlán,

north and south on Highway 200.

They stay there until we get there.

Activate the ground assets in that sector.

-[suspenseful music playing]
-[in English] You, check the high ground.

I'm gonna look for a crossing.

[man in Spanish] Don't move.

Throw it!

Easy!

-Hurry!
-All right, easy.

-[grunting]
-[dramatic music playing]

-[gunshot]
-[man] Fucking son of a bitch!

[grunting]

[yells]

-[Angelica] It went through the leg.
-[in English] Hey, cover us.

-[suspenseful music playing]
-[Angelica groaning]

[groaning]

-[Jake] How is she?
-It went through the leg.

-[in Spanish] The bandage, the bandage.
-[Angelica groans and yells]

The bandage. Can you move?

[in English] There's probably more.
We need to move.

-[in Spanish] Can you move?
-Yes, yes, yes. [groaning]

Let's go.

[suspenseful music playing]

[in English] This way. This way.

We're about to hit town.

Shit. We're losing daylight.
We got to take shelter for the night.

[music fades]

What about this cabin?

I like it.

How you doing on me, soldier?

I'm good. Keep going.

Oh, fuck.

What's this all about?

The ambush,
the American spies changing our route?

You know about that?

It's an open secret.

It's about fentanyl.

Some ambassador's son
got a batch of coke loaded with the shit.

Apparently, the crew that's trying
to kill me is spiking dope.

These people are either stupid or greedy.

You can't make any money if all the people
taking your product are dead.

[Jake] Yeah.

Who knows why people do what they do?

Maybe she just wants Americans
to feel the way she does.

Feel the pain of losing their children.

[chuckles]

Sometimes criminals just do stupid shit.

That's funny.

Americans think
that all Mexicans are criminals,

but you have more people in prison
than any other country.

-I didn't put them there.
-No, you put them in the ground.

All right.

You put that on me
if it makes you feel better.

I just followed orders
when, where I was told.

Your English.
You spent some time in the States?

Yeah, I grew up over there.
But I was born in Mexico.

[poignant music playing]

After a while, I figured the only way

to make my country better
was to come back.

Thank you.

For not abandoning her.

Never leave a man behind.

You could have.

She's not your teammate.

You, your team.
You could've handed me over.

But you didn't.

No, we're cops. We took an oath.

Your brother, would he have turned
someone over to their certain death?

Not a chance.

He knew the oath. Same as we do.

You're a soldier, right?

Yeah, I was.

Then you knew the oath once too.

Yeah, I did.

Why didn't you become a policeman
like your older brother?

He was younger.

-He wanted to be in the military, like me.
-Soldier too?

No. I talked him out of it.

I thought being a cop would be safer.

[Andro laughing]

[ominous music playing]

[Nando in Spanish] Which one is it?

-There they are! There they are!
-Have a good day.

[in English] Shit.

Contact.

[tense music playing]

Angelica!

[groaning]

I'll cover our six.

[Nando in Spanish]
Don't die just yet, fucker.

[tense music continues]

Gentlemen, the way I see it,
you have no way out.

Surrender the gringo
and I give you back this piece of shit.

I have it here.

If you shoot, they'll kill him for real.

[Nando] Sergeant Alejandro Escobedo!

I give you my word that if you
give me the gringo, I won't kill you.

Focus! They're going to kill us!

Did I sound convincing, Samuel?

-Are you giving him over to me or not?
-Don't do it! Fuck these assholes!

[in English] You want me?

Let him go!

Okay. What a savior.

[in Spanish] Welcome to the party, fucker.

Get him!

[in English] I'm giving up! Let him go!

[in Spanish] Just like that?

Police officers piss me off.

[music intensifies]

-[Andro] Samuel!
-[Angelica] No!

[dramatic music playing]

[Andro yells]

[in Spanish] Cease fire!

[tense music playing]

Oh, okay.

Assholes.

-[both grunting]
-[dramatic music playing]

[gunshots]

Hey! Stop the fucking shooting, dumbass!

Cuervo, fucking damn it, hold your fire!

Do you get it, Cuervito,
that to torture him, he has to be alive?

Yes, sir.

So why the fuck are you trying
to shoot him down, dumbass?

I want him alive, do you hear me?

Alive!

You two, come here.

Go to the cabin
and turn those police officers into paste.

[tense music playing]

Filero, to the alley, dude.

[Filero] Yes, sir.

-Gato.
-[Gato] What?

-You're on point now, dude.
-Fuck yeah.

[tense music continues]

-[both grunting]
-[dramatic music playing]

[Angelica in Spanish] Move!

[Andro] Let's go.

[music fades]

[Angelica grunting and groaning]

I'll cover you.

I'll see how to get out.

[suspenseful music playing]

At him.

Holy shit!

Close call, bro.

Cuervo!

This fucker.

He killed this one,
and he even killed fucking Gato.

This white boy is dead.

Chato, where are the others?

Filero, to the river, now.

Gato?

Gatito?

This one is already fucked.

Kiko?

No, no, no, dude.
This fucker is killing everybody.

Don't even try. We're on our way.

You go with me.

And you, dude, go see who's still alive.

What about the wounded?

Leave them behind. Let's go.

Hurry up, dude!

[suspenseful music playing]

[gunshot echoes]

Fucking damn it.

There's no way, dude!

We're twenty fucking guys
and we can't catch a fucker!

That's why I wanted to kill him!
But no, damn Tracy,

[in English] "I want him alive!"

[in Spanish] What the fuck is with that?

[dramatic music playing]

[both grunting]

-[yells]
-[vertebrae snap]

[music fades]

[in Spanish] Son of a bitch!

White Devil?

[in English] Come out to play!

I'm not in a playful mood.

Really? Too bad, man.

Why don't you take your toys, go home?

Listen, it's almost dinner time.

Let's just get this over
before my food gets cold.

All right, step out. Let's dance.

What?

This is not an American movie, my friend.
What's wrong with you people?

You always think
the white guy is the good guy?

Well, I'm not an assassin
working for dope dealers.

So I got that going for me.

[in Spanish]
No, you're the White Devil, dude.

[in English] Didn't your mommy teach you
not to fuck with the devil?

[in English] You know...

I always enjoy a good smoke after a fuck.

Sometimes before too.

Do you want a cigarette
before I give it to you?

What a bitch. You smoke menthols?

You know, man, in a different situation,
I think we could have been friends.

Yeah. I don't think your boss
would like that.

Maybe, but who cares?
And I think she's ready to retire.

-You thinking of moving up?
-No, no, no.

I'm not the executive type.
Besides, I love my job.

Yeah, I can see that.

Can't you see that you have been played?

Come on, man. Think about it.

We find you at the same time

that somebody
starts spiking the coca with Fenta.

I think somebody is playing us both.

Yeah, how so?

Come here and I will tell you.

Why don't you come here?
I promise not to shoot.

I think...

I think you're out of bullets.

Fucking try me. I think you're out of men.

[in Spanish] Shit, this dude is right.

Devil?

Little Devil?

Kiko, clear the alley, I'm on my way.

Fucking hurry, dude.

[tense music playing]

[Kiko in Spanish] Let's go, Nando!

Where were you assholes?

You mean we are the only three left?

What are you aiming for?

This is over, let's hit the fucking road.

Let's go, Cuervo.

I like this fucking gringo.

[engine starts]

-[in Spanish] Are you okay?
-Yeah.

[Jake in English] Hey!

You good?

[in English]
Yeah, we're fan-fucking-tastic.

-How many rounds you got left?
-We're low.

All right, we've got about two minutes
to scavenge body armor and ammo.

We gotta move.

-[suspenseful music playing]
-[Angelica groaning]

[man in Spanish] Are you Jake?

[in Spanish] What the fuck?

-Jake?
-[Andro] Hey! Hey!

[in English] Yeah, that's me.

[in Spanish] Ah, slowly, slowly!

[in English] Contact?

I'll cover.

[man in Spanish] Open it!

Phone. Phone in the backpack.

Dial number one.

[Abe in English]
How's the vacation on the beach?

You set me up?

-[classical music playing over speakers]
-[Abe laughs] Come on, Jake.

That's no way to say hello
to the best friend you've got right now.

Of course I did.

What's the ask?

Straight to business.

You never disappoint, Jake.

The ferryman, the geezer with the boat,

will help you get your wounded out.

He'll tell you what's next.

He's also got a bag of goodies for you.

Should help keep the noise down
for the neighbors.

I'm me, Jake. I got eyes everywhere.

Oh, yeah, before you go,
I just wanted to tell you something.

You're still my favorite.

Yeah, well, fuck you too.

All right, boys, settle in.

What we'll do now is wait out the night.

You two dial for back up.
I got something I need to do.

You're not gonna get rid of me.

[in Spanish] You all know why you're here.

The she-devil is in a hacienda
three kilometers away from here.

I'll take you there!

[in English]
You'll drop me off at the target?

-[in English] Yes.
-And get these two out of here?

[man in Spanish] Yeah. Let's go.

-[in Spanish] Angelica, take the phone.
-[ominous music playing]

Call our people.

After that, hide until they arrive.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to avenge my brothers.

They are my brothers too.

It's an order.

Let's go.

[music intensifies]

LITTLE CHICKEN

[in English] I need you to go back.

[in English] I'm going in.

You don't understand.

This road we're on, I've been down it.

I already threw my life away.

You don't need to end up in a cellblock
next to me or in the ground.

They killed my best friend.

He asked me to be his son's godfather.

Would you walk away?

[tense music playing]

[gunshot]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

-This is a graveyard.
-I fucking knew it.

[Abe] Come on in, boys. Come on.

That motherfucker killed my Tommy!

[Abe] Will you shut this bitch up?

Listen.

What the fuck?

I told you how many times
to keep that shit in the street.

And you wouldn't do it.

Now, was that because of greed
or was that just a "fuck you" to me?

Fuck you!

Oh, Lordy.

[tense music playing]

[Abe] Yeah. [chuckles]
What took you guys so long?

I can't believe
you let me beat you to the prize.

I said put your weapons down, all right?

Diaz.

[in Spanish] Andro, that's an order.

[Abe in English]
Come on, Jake. Don't look so surprised.

Yeah, I'm a bit confused.
Why'd you kill her?

Uh... [snickers]

Because she wouldn't shut the fuck up.

I mean, the venom
that was spewing from her mouth,

it was just foul, okay?

She kind of reminded me of my mother.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry
to break up your family reunion,

but why'd you need us?

You were a great distraction
for our flanking maneuver.

So you used us?

Everyone uses everybody. Calm down.

So what?

You inheriting this dope racket?

Well, I gotta make a few moves first,
but then I'll shut it down.

By what? Selling dope?

See, this bitch here
was trying to keep fentanyl

out of the dope stream.

-I thought that's what you wanted.
-[Abe] Fuck no.

It's the best thing since sliced bread.

Soon as people started popping off
from using fentanyl-laced cocaine,

cocaine use dropped in America by...

What was it?

-Sixty-two percent, sir.
-Sixty-two percent.

That's fucking outstanding.

Then these dirtbags, they kill each other
over whatever market share is left.

What about legitimate addicts?

They die.

One way or another, they stop buying dope.

And that's how we win the war.

What will your supervisors
think about that?

They'll say I made America great again.

[laughs]

Clavo.

Pato.

[in Spanish] Samuel, son of a bitch.

They'll be heroes to the people,

and we'll take good care
of their families.

[in English] Andro, we need one good man
to survive this.

[tense music continues]

We all good?

-What if we're not good?
-We're good.

I'd take his advice.

There's only one way this ends,
and that's my way.

Let's get the fuck out of here
before the flies set in.

I promise you, we'll finish this.

[ominous music playing]

[knocking on door]

-[in Spanish] Who is it?
-[Kiko] It's me, dumbass.

Hey, Kiko.

[gunshot]

[in Spanish] Where's your boss?

Fucking your mother, asshole.

[scoffs]

[in English] Okay.

[tranquil mariachi music
playing over speakers]

You good?

I'm okay.

Oh, come on now, Jake.

You know me. I'd never hurt a lady.

[scoffs] You should ask Tracy that.

I said "lady." Was that the intel?

Oh, that's how it's gonna be, huh?

[Jake and Abe laugh]

That's my boy.

Give me that.

Here's the locations
of our recently acquired labs.

All right, I'll take care of these.

You know, it's been so damn good
catching up with you, Abe.

-Really?
-I missed you.

Appreciate that.

I missed you too, sweetie.
We'll have to do it again.

[chuckles]

What's the line on Nando?

Colombia.

I'll take care of transportation.

Nice work taking out my overwatch.

Very impressive.

Got to stay a step ahead.

Next time, try four.

["La Última Gota" playing]

[song continues over radio]

[poignant music playing]

You want to go say hello?

Let them know you're all right?

Better if I don't.

So you pick a new name?

I like Gustavo.

Gustavo?

Yeah, yeah. I can pull off a Gus.

Gus, yeah. Gustavo?

[in Spanish] Why don't you pick
"Cuauhtemoc", dude?

[in English]
You know I got your back out there.

Thought your brother
might want you to have one of these.

Saint Michael?

Just in case.

You know, all this corruption,
all this killing is...

You and I, we're in a position now,
maybe we can change it.

But it's probably gonna get messy.

I can do messy.

[engine revs]

[bus brakes screech]

["Entre Las Calles" playing]

["Entre Las Calles" continues]

[song ends]

[ominous music playing]