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Come on!

Whoo!

Come on, ladies.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Goddamn, Mr. Tidwell.

Scared the hell out of me.

Um, wetbacks cut my fence.

Calf got all tangled up,

and she and her ma got loose on your side.

Sheriff Thomas caught some, uh, traffickers two days ago.

They busted through a couple of gates

over at Bill Wilson's place.

So where at?

Loma Tank. That line there.

I can get over there tomorrow afternoon.

I'll let you know.

-Mr. Tidwell. -Mm.

-How you holding up? -I'm fine.

Psst! Get out of here!

Go on! Git!

From the studios

of Farm Journal Broadcast,

this is AgDay.

Then tomorrow thunderstorms

with the highs in the low 80s.

Who's out there?

Oh, god damn you.

Get the hell off my property!

Hey!

Get out of here. Hey! Hey!

God damn you!

Don't you...

Don't you come back here. God damn you!

You just stay the hell out of here!

Morning, Mr. Tidwell.

How you doing?

Uh, it sounds like your muffler's loose.

Have a good day.

Carson.

Carson.

Portia.

How are you?

Um... fine, thank you.

-How are y'all? -Oh, we're fine. Um...

Owen fell and broke his hip.

That took the wind out of his sails.

At least now he keeps his dick in his pants.

I, uh, I went...

to the cemetery the other week.

Stopped by to see Cathy.

Pulled some of the grass and cleaned it up a little bit.

I appreciate that.

You remember Vicky.

Vicky, you remember Carson.

Take care of yourself, Carson.

Swerved out of your lane back there.

How many'd you have?

Right tail light's out and your windshield's cracked.

Tires are bald. Tags expired.

Not wearing a seat belt.

Be more accurate, this thing has no seat belt.

Any other county, this thing would be impounded.

And if you have a valid driver's license, I'll eat my hat.

Do you want to go back to jail?

Since when are border patrol traffic cops?

Been trying to call you. Why don't you answer your phone?

I don't have a phone.

You have a phone. I gave you a phone.

Don't work.

Not if you don't turn the goddamn thing on.

Rhonda said that you didn't show up for your appointment again.

Again.

Said she won't schedule you anymore

unless I take you in myself,

which as we both know is virtually impossible.

So what are we gonna do about that?

Can you answer me?

- I don't need a doctor. - Dad.

Every 70-year-old needs a doctor.

Don't go anywhere.

Harley here.

Don picked up a group.

Sounds like someone might have been shot.

What?

Goddamnit!

- What was that? - Nothing.

Nothing. On my way.

Hey!

Oh, boy.

All right. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wake up.

Hey, come here. Wake up!

No, you can't stay here.

You cannot stay in here!

Come on, get up.

Come on, God... Get up!

Will you get up? Just get up.

Hey, hey.

You have reached the Duval County

- emergency line. -No, I need to report a, um...

Please do not hang up.

We are currently answering other calls.

Goddamnit. Goddamnit.

No, no, no.

Look at your leg.

Tomorrow, I go.

You need help. Ayuda.

Sir, are you there?

I would like to report...

Ow! Ow, ow, ow...

Hello?

Hello... uh, oh.

Hello! Hello!

Hello.

You shoot me.

You shoot...

Tomorrow I... I go.

Please.

Please.

Dad!

Dad!

-Open the goddamn door. -What're they doing here?

You called 911 and then hung up.

Neil told me this morning.

I wanna check up on you.

Uh, you just wanna check up on me, why'd you bring them?

Picked up some illegals last night off of 624.

Lost.

Stopped for water at a barn and said

somebody popped off some shots at them.

One of them's missing.

Well, what's this got to do with me?

You called 911.

It was an accident.

Who calls 911 by accident?

Hey, you told me your phone wasn't working.

Dad, someone's missing.

And if that someone's shot, it's a problem.

If someone's dead, it's an even bigger problem.

If you saw something, now's the time to speak up.

I don't know anything about it.

We're gonna take a look around, if you don't mind.

Meantime, just keep your eye out. Be helpful.

Let's go!

You put that away. They're gone.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Here.

Here. Here.

Go.

Burn!

It burn.

Oh, my God.

All right.

Now just... just...

Just stay still.

Okay.

Oh no, no, no. All right.

It's alcohol.

Clean. Limpiar.

Just be still.

Okay.

All right. All right.

There's nothing I can do about it.

All right.

There you go.

You no tell migra.

Why?

None of their business.

Where we are?

Coyote says we close town San Antonio.

We walk.

Well, your coyote lied.

San Antonio, hundred miles from here.

No walk.

Border Patrol got 'em.

My son. Migra.

All?

-Yeah. -Hey.

What do you do with me?

You stay here.

Till you can walk.

After that,

I don't give a damn what you do.

Hello.

My name Irene Romero.

You take me the bus station.

I pay 200 dollars.

Don't show your money.

Someone will take it.

You take me, the bus station, San Antonio.

I ain't taking you anywhere.

Best thing for you is go back where you come from.

I go Colorado.

You'll never make it to Colorado.

I walk two month all Mexico.

I go Colorado.

Three hundred dollars.

I no can walk porque you shoot me.

-What I do? -Get your coyote to pick you up.

You done?

He gone.

-You take. -No, I no take.

I no help.

You are a bad man!

I walk San Antonio.

Well, the highway is three miles that way.

Hundred-twenty miles straight north.

Good luck.

Morning.

Big front coming in.

Supposed to ice tonight.

You're on private property.

I'm sorry, Mr. Tidwell.

This road's a pipeline right-of-way.

Hey, uh, you come across any sign of that missing illegal?

Dead by now.

Or in Chicago.

Hey, uh, you got any cows out by Henderson Wash?

Oh, maybe.

One of our sensors tripped.

Gonna go take a look.

Have a great one.

Goddamnit!

God...

Girl!

Girl, you out there?

Girl!

Girl, you out there?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Girl?

Oh, Jesus.

Come on.

The hell's going on, Carson?

I won't ask how she got shot. That wound was filthy.

I don't know what you think you're doing.

You can't take care of her by yourself.

We know that doesn't work.

She needs a full examination in a proper facility.

She needs antibiotics.

I'd write her a prescription,

but that'd be pretty awkward, wouldn't it?

Her whole system is strained to the breaking point.

She could easily lose that baby.

She's pregnant.

Four months.

We're not gonna interfere, Mr. Tidwell,

but you need to think of her health and the baby's.

She can't stay here.

Tomorrow, the clinic.

I'll keep in touch about them cows.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm, uh...

I'm looking for Harley Tidwell.

And you are?

Carson Tidwell.

His, uh...

I'm sorry, Mr. Tidwell. I'm Officer Lopez,

pleased to meet you.

Harley's not here, but he should be back in a little while.

Drink.

Antibiotics.

Go on, drink.

Good.

All right, there's some food over here.

You try to eat that, all right?

For the baby.

Baby.

Stronger storms, but also

heavy downpours, start to line up,

and this is going to be moving off towards the east.

Your wife.

She was a beautiful woman.

-What? -Your wife.

What is... was her name?

Cathy.

Catherine.

She was...

She keend eyes.

Kind eyes.

I see that you love her very much.

She was enferma? Sick?

Yes, she was sick.

This house once nice.

She make good.

Beautiful.

Now is...

Like a house of the animal.

Your son, he no help you?

I am sorry.

I should no go this room.

Remember her...

gives you pain.

I also.

My husband-not-yet...

Las pandillas.

He no pay and killed.

They burn our house.

They leave me.

They believe... dead.

Well...

It's time for you to go.

You're well enough to get around.

And you gotta take care of that baby.

Your baby needs to see a doctor.

I will take you to Laredo.

And you can get yourself across the bridge there.

Back across the border.

I no go Mexico.

I go Colorado.

You're not gonna get to Colorado.

Colorado, it... it's a thousand miles.

I take a bus. I go Denver.

And how are you gonna get to the bus, huh?

There's migra everywhere.

They got them on the highway.

-They're at the bus station. -I walk! I walk!

You're gonna walk?

You tried that. Nearly killed you.

I can't help you anymore.

So I die.

And your baby, you're gonna kill her, too.

Who do this?

I go, I tell police,

Las Pandillas kill my promised.

They burn our house.

And what say the police, huh?

He said, " Cállate .

Be quiet.

Next time,

this knife, it cut deeper."

My girl no grown in El Salvador.

My girl grown in the United States.

She live and decide her life.

I prefer die than go back.

I die...

and she die.

You want anything, Harley?

I'll have a beer. Why not?

Thank you.

Now, that hits the spot.

Yeah, some days, right?

I heard you came by the station.

What's going on?

You accidentally call 911,

come by my office for the first time. Ever.

Something's up.

Just a neighborly visit?

Mm.

Your grandson?

Oh, he's doing well.

Thanks for asking.

Get a load of this.

Corbin broke three school track records this weekend.

Ran the 100 meters in, uh, 12.

As a freshman.

He's a good-looking fella, ain't he?

Seems like they're doing all right.

Alicia met somebody.

They're dating, I guess. Good for her.

Anyway, salud.

Oh, uh, that immigrant that got shot,

you know, or didn't, who the hell knows.

Well, we got some information.

Yeah, it's a her.

Twenty-two years old outta El Salvador.

Pregnant.

ICE picked up one of her compadres out of Chicago.

I guess he felt bad about, you know, abandoning her.

They'll interview him in more detail.

Yep. We lost trace entirely.

The Rangers are supposed to be looking,

but they don't give a shit.

Just another dead wetback as far as they're concerned.

Why'd you come by my office, Dad?

You know something about this. I can see it in your face.

Dad, you can't drive.

I'll take you home and...

somebody will pick your truck up tomorrow.

Dad.

Give me your keys.

-Come on, give me your keys. -No.

-Give me your keys! -No.

You're not gonna drive. You're drunk.

I can drive better drunk than you drive sober.

That's a hell of a claim to fame.

No, no, no. I got 'em.

-I got 'em. -No, no.

Give me my keys.

-I'm not giving them to you. -Give me the keys.

I'm just going to take you home, all right?

-Give me my... -I'm gonna take you home...

Jesus, you're a mess.

Come on. I got you.

No, get your fucking hands off me!

That's none of your business.

-You're not police. -No, I'm your son.

-I'm trying to help you. -Give me the keys.

No, I'm not going to let you kill anybody...

I'm not going to let you kill anybody, all right?

It wouldn't be the first time.

What, am I wrong?

You killed her.

Yeah, her own beloved husband, hm?

What, does that piss you off?

You murdered her!

What? You want to fight?

Is that what this is? Is that what you want?

You got something to say now?

Goddamnit.

Goddamnit!

All right, drive.

Kill yourself.

Put yourself out of your own misery and everybody else's.

Please,

don't take anyone else with you.

Oh, no, get away. Get away.

Oh, leave me alone.

Go on, go on, go on.

Get out of here, get out of here.

Just go. I can't help you.

Go on, get out of here!

Hey.

Hey, despierta, wake up.

Come, come, come, come.

Come.

Oh, my God.

Take.

Drink more.

Drink.

Would you?

Catherine.

Oh, she loved tea.

Uh-huh. Collected 'em.

Chamomile, um, peppermint,

Darjeeling.

Can't remember 'em all.

She said that each cup of tea was like a, um...

it was like a vacation.

Because we didn't... we didn't get away much.

You know, ranch life, it's just...

it never ends.

And she would have liked to wander more.

She, um...

She died in that room there.

And Harley, he wanted to, um...

he wanted to put her somewhere.

Yeah, he thought that someone could, um... could help her.

But, uh...

there weren't no helping that disease.

Oh, they told us that, uh...

that it was only a matter of time.

That, uh... only gonna get worse.

And it did.

She wanted me to...

to, um...

to help her end it.

And, uh...

I wasn't ready for that.

Uh...

God, we'd been together

almost our entire lives,

since, uh... since middle school.

And I just... I couldn't.

I just couldn't imagine

being in this world without her.

And on the day that she, uh...

Well, I was in there and...

I was trying to feed her like usual. I mean, she...

she hadn't hardly moved in weeks.

And all of a sudden, she turned and looked at me, and...

there she was.

My Catherine.

And she took that gnarled up old hand of hers and she...

God, she hit me...

so hard.

And that's when I finally understood.

She... hated... this life.

Hated herself.

Most of all, she hated me.

I was forcing her to stay alive.

So I took that pillow...

I put it over her face...

and I held it there.

And...

I held it there.

And I sat with her.

Till her...

Till her body was cold.

Then I called the police.

They said it was murder.

I guess it was.

You don't understand a word I am saying.

Carson.

I go Colorado soon.

Mi tía , she call coyote.

He take me San Antonio.

For bus.

Morning, Mr. Tidwell.

Found your cow.

I'll get the trailer.

You won't be needing no trailer.

Cow got cut up in some wire.

Bled to death.

Snake bite.

It's done.

It's gonna be all right.

You mind?

What is this?

Got a report from Chicago

that migrant they picked up says a man shot at him

as they ran off.

Girl disappeared. Then I come here.

And this. Blood on my old mattress.

Hair in the sink.

That man said that in the barn there was a blue Cadillac.

Where is she, Dad?

You shoot her, she's wounded bad,

you bring her in here.

You're scared. All right, I get it.

And then what?

She bleeds out and dies, you bury her?

Come on, Dad. What'd you do with the body?

- You're mistaken. - Dad.

I've been all over Tommy's, all over the Milford's.

I know you shot her.

Where is she?

This isn't just about some missing illegal.

This is about you killing somebody, okay?

Murder. Where is she?

What, you just burn her like some old cow?

I need you to get off this property.

Damn it, this is my house too. I got rights here.

We're going to get to the bottom of this right now.

Irene! Irene!

- Jesus. - Irene!

Irene!

No, no, no, no! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Irene!

Hey!

Jesus.

Okay. Sorry, sorry.

It's okay. I got you, I got you.

No, I'm here to help you. It's all right.

Okay? It'll be all right.

Jesus, Dad! Okay, okay!

All right, all right. You'll be okay.

-We gotta put her in my truck. -No, no, no, no.

-She ain't going anywhere. -Dad, don't be an idiot.

Look at her. She's hurt, okay?

-She might be concussed. -No, she ain't coming in!

-Dad. -All right.

-She's hurt. Dad, look at me. -Okay, no. She ain't coming in.

No, she ain't-- Listen to me! She ain't going anywhere!

She can barely walk.

She needs to get to the hospital.

Dad.

-Mr. Tidwell? -Yeah.

I'm Dr. Lim.

Hi.

Irene is stable.

We were able to save the pregnancy, but it's fragile.

She needs to avoid any further stress, both physical

or emotional.

We'll keep her at the hospital probably another day or two.

Does she have somewhere to go

to recuperate after she leaves the hospital?

Ma'am, we'll be transporting her

to an immigration holding facility.

She'll be placed under their medical care.

I'd like to speak to her.

My girl.

Doctor says that...

it's a milagro that she live.

She die,

my life no worth nothing.

I go migra.

What if they send you back?

They'll kill you.

Better die there with her...

than life here without her.

You tell your son...

I go with him.

I go inmigración.

What happens now?

She'll claim asylum, most likely.

Judge thinks she has cause, a full inquiry.

Judge denies her claim, well...

She's within 100 miles of the border,

been here for less than two years, so,

qualifies for expedited removal.

She goes home immediately.

Where will she be...

until they, uh...

till they decide?

Holding center in West Texas. Dilley, maybe out of state.

-In jail, pregnant. -It's not jail.

She'll get the medical care she needs.

-It's the best place for her. -I've seen those places.

It's jail.

What are her chances?

Asylum?

She goes home... You seen that scar on her chest?

They killed their fiancé.

Chances are slim.

Victims of criminal as opposed to political violence...

technically, they don't qualify.

Who is this girl to you that you're doing all this?

What is she to you?

It is illegal to harbor a non-resident alien.

"Penalties upon conviction include imprisonment

for five years, criminal fines, forfeiture of vehicles

and real property used to commit the crime."

It's the Federal Immigration and Nationality Act, Section 8.

Dad, you want to go back to prison?

We can't take everybody.

Well, I don't know about everybody.

I know her.

Good morning, Mr. Tidwell.

Nice car.

-Mm-mm. -What happened to the window?

Oh, rock.

Oh, that's a shame.

Easy fix, though.

Where's the truck?

Alternator died.

All right. We'll be seeing you.

I'm sorry it took me so long.

- Harley. - I've been calling.

Sorry, trying to finish this thing.

Your dad drove through the checkpoint

half an hour ago.

In an old Cadillac.

That thing doesn't even run.

Does now.

Hey. Hey.

I'm going to take you to Colorado.

Car's outside.

I'm gonna take you to Colorado. We have to go now.

Okay? So put these on.

And my son, he's gonna be here soon.

Doctor say I rest.

My girl need quiet.

She says maybe

I... I can stay here.

No. Oh, no, they're not gonna let you stay here.

No, they listen.

I-- In the United States,

-they listen me. -No, no,

they are not gonna listen.

My son, Border Patrol, migra , right?

He said, he told me.

They will send you back to El Salvador,

you and your baby.

You will die.

I will drive you to Colorado.

But if we're gonna go, we gotta go now.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a fucking bitch!

Can I help you?

Sorry.

Sorry.

This patient was not to be moved.

Will you, uh, call security,

see if she's still in the building?

What do you want to do?

You want to call Stacy? Get a search on?

To my son.

You may decide not to read this letter,

that's your right.

You don't owe me anything.

I just hope you'll understand.

You asked me what this girl is to me

that I've done all this.

She wasn't anybody, but she became somebody.

She's my friend.

I can't let her go back to that country.

Not unless she decides to.

Last thing I want is to disrespect you

or for you to get in any trouble on my behalf.

Do what you need to do.

Call who you need to call.

I'll take the consequences.

I looked at a picture of you tonight.

You and me in our hats,

down at the pens.

Me holding you.

You were maybe four.

We were friends.

I love you, son.

I wouldn't have any other.

You make me proud.

I'm sorry I haven't made that more abundantly clear.

I'll look forward to seeing you again soon.

I hope.

Your father, Carson Tidwell.

Come inside. Come, please. Inside.

Come.