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(radio static)

(Lee grunting)

(punches thudding)

- Where is she?

Where is she?

(punches thudding)

(punches thudding)

Where is she?

(Jaime grunting)

(ominous music)

(approaching footsteps)

(Jaime breathes heavily)

I need you to tell me,

hey, where's my goddamn wife, Lee, huh?

Where is she?

Where's my wife?

(Lee yells in pain)

(man panting)

(Lee whimpering)

Look Lee, it doesn't have to be like this.

We could both walk away from this.

If you just tell me where she is.

(Lee grunting)

(hammer clatters)

You're a fucking shit cop, you know that?

- Fuck you.

- Yeah, fuck me?

Hey, you're gonna tell me?

- I ain't gonna tell you shit.

Fuck you.

(punches thudding)

Fuck, motherfucker!

How do you do it?

- Do what, dickhead?

Piss you off?

You already seemed a little pissed off.

Ease up a little bit, you might hurt yourself

with these fucking haymakers.

Fucking shame.

You could try.

Oh, you won't find her.

- Where is she?

Where's my wife?

(Lee chuckles)

- Tell you one thing, she was kind.

Little too kind for you.

She was so kind.

- You don't fucking talk about her like that,

like she's your fucking friend!

- She was my friend, man, she is my friend.

- Yeah?

Is that what friends do? - Yeah.

- Fucking take a mother away from her kids?

Leave my kids without a mother.

Leave me, your brother without a fucking wife?

- Yeah.

- No.

I'm gonna fucking find out where she is.

You're gonna fucking tell me.

You're gonna fucking tell me.

(James cocks gun)

(Lee panting)

- Jaime, James, whatever, listen, man.

- Don't. - Don't what?

We're partners, man, we're cops.

Brothers in arms, all that shit.

I don't know what happened to your wife.

I loved her, man.

- What the fuck you say?

- Well, come on, not like that dumb ass.

Okay, maybe a little bit.

You know what kind of ass she has, you've seen it.

You married her... Fuck you!

Where the fuck is she?

Where is she?

You're gonna fucking tell me.

You're gonna fucking tell me, Lee.

(dramatic music)

Shut the fuck up.

(pensive music)

- Fuck, please God, stop.

- Yeah, son of a bitch

ain't going to help you right now, Lee.

(Lee yelling and grunting)

- You're gonna tell me where the fuck she is,

you piece of shit.

- Oh, dang.

(Jaime kicks Lee)

(Lee chokes)

- Stop!

(Lee coughing and choking)

Enough!

- Oh, we're done, we're done.

- Look, I told you I could do this on my own, okay?

- Yeah, what you told me, that's not what you're-

- Do not be the chicken shit.

- That's not what we talked about.

- Get that bitch out right now, okay?

- This isn't what we talked about, man.

It's not what we talked about.

(pensive music)

You know who I am?

- Mark fucking Russell, I haven't seen you in a while.

You forget I'm a cop there, Marky Mark, huh?

- A cop?

What does this mean?

You can murder people's family, walk away?

- You're barking up the wrong tree there, buddy.

Barking up the wrong fucking tree.

- Being a cop is what you do?

That's nice.

Gia, Remember my wife?

38 years old, stabbed six times.

Ring a bell?

I know.

And Julia, man,

laid down right next to her.

(pensive music)

How do you explain that?

Ear to ear, scythed like nothing.

(pensive music)

Nothing?

That's all you got?

(cigarette crackling)

(pensive music)

You are nothing.

(Lee gets hit)

- Oh my God,

dude fuck that piece of shit.

- Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.

Oh fuck.

Are you sure, man?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Like how sure?

How could you be sure?

- Mark, I'm sure.

- How sure, man?

Like he didn't even say anything yet.

- What does that matter, man?

Okay, we know what we know.

Okay, look, my wife's shoes in the trunk of his car,

your wife's glasses in the glove compartment

and a large blood covered knife

underneath the passenger side seat, I mean...

- Okay.

Okay, so let's...

Fuck, let's just say...

Okay, so let's just say for sure, 100% it's him, we know it.

I mean, are we at that point?

We can just give him up and send him away and figure it out.

- Don't give me that shit, Mark.

It's too late for that now.

We both know that.

Look, if we don't finish this off tonight, okay?

My wife is going to be dead, just like-

- Yeah, just like mine, but you can say it.

- Look, it's done.

This needs to be done, okay?

We know he did it.

Look, look man.

We got to get this done tonight, okay?

If we don't, the guy's tied up out there,

beat to a bloody fucking pulp,

they're going to put us away for torture, Mark.

- So how, so exactly how are you sure it's him?

Like how do you know it's him?

- Look, I've worked with the guy for many years, okay?

I know him better than he knows himself.

Now you got to make up your mind.

Whose side are you on?

- It's not a side thing,

I just, I mean, it's just, that's it.

I just don't know how far you're willing to take this.

Like where is it supposed to go?

- As far as I need to take it to find my goddamn wife.

- Okay, all right, man.

All right, man.

- All right.

You stay in here,

you keep watching the monitors,

I'm gonna fucking finish this.

- Oh fuck.

(ominous music)

- [Dispatch] The rumbling, the reporting

of a man screaming coming from a house at the docks.

Not sure if it's Tody Lane or Alex Lane

but please stand by for more.

- You're fucked now, Jaime.

No one played them on sticker for you, asshole?

(Jaime punches Lee)

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- [Jaime] All right, well, that sounds like

we need to speed things up here, okay?

- Fucking pussy.

- Hey, hey.

Hey, Lee, give me the fucking password.

Password Lee, now.

Fucking password, Lee.

(Lee panting)

- Untie me.

Untie me, pussy,

'cause I ain't giving you no fucking password.

- Password, you piece of shit.

- Untie me, fuckhead.

Come on, untie me, I'll beat your ass.

I ain't telling you shit, bitch.

(ominous music)

- Look man, just need the fucking password.

(dramatic music)

- How are those new yoga pants I bought her, huh?

- Fucking password, you piece of shit cop.

- Oh fuck, fuck man, oh shit.

Oh my God.

- Password, Lee.

- Fine, Jaime, fine.

4027.

- You know, your kind are always so fucking predictable.

You killers, you're all the fucking same.

Just can't help but take pictures of your trophies,

of your kills.

- Oh, shut the fuck up, Jaime,

you know that's a cold case, come on.

- Bullshit!

- Smarter than that, you dumb ass.

- Bullshit, who's gonna believe that?

- The whole fucking department, dumb ass.

Captain is gonna believe it.

A cop who's been there a few years,

guy they trust?

Sorry it's not you, especially after this. (laughs)

- Well, we'll see who they trust

after they see these photos, you sick fuck.

- [Lee] Oh yeah.

(Lee laughs and pants)

I tried to help her though, I really tried to help her.

- What the fuck you say?

Hey, hey, what the fuck did you just say?

Hey, hey, what the fuck did you just say?

- Oh, you

found the bodies?

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- That's what she asked me.

- Lee, who told you that?

- Ellie.

(ominous music)

- Lee, where's Ellie?

- Yeah, she told me.

Poor, poor Ellie.

- Where's my goddamn wife?

- Loveless sham of a marriage.

Married to a dickless, cheating husband.

Yeah, I tried to help her.

- Why me?

- You had to pay.

We both know the truth, James.

Which one of us is really going to fess up first, huh?

(pensive music)

- For your sake, it best be you.

- My sake, Jaime?

Who's the one beating a guy

within an inch of his fucking life, huh?

Over some paper thin fucking theory

that me, a cop, is a fucking serial killer.

- No, no, you twist things, okay?

You fucking murder people, Lee.

- Prove it, fucking detective.

- Your phone.

- Cold case, Jaime, come on.

Sammy down in tech will cross reference my phone,

which will probably be found in my fucking pocket.

They'll know.

- You never were that smart of a guy, Lee,

but you better start wising up real fucking fast.

Stop fucking about,

start telling me where my fucking wife is or I swear to God!

- You told me not to ask God for help.

So don't you swear to God, you fucking pussy.

You and I both know my fate was sealed

once you and that dipshit in there, Mark,

dragged my ass in here.

So don't threaten me with fucking pain,

don't threaten me with death.

I made my peace with it.

Comes with the trade.

- Yeah, being a fucking killer?

- Being a fucking cop.

But maybe you're right,

maybe I'm not as bright as you think I am.

Fuck it, right?

(Lee panting)

Pull the fucking trigger, bitch.

I'm bored.

(Lee panting)

- You're really not going to tell me, are you?

(Lee laughs, pants)

- What do you think, smart guy?

- Yeah, I guess that's it for you, buddy.

(phone vibrates)

- Are you gonna get that?

(phone vibrates)

- [Announcer] Mail, motherfucker!

- Lee, where the hell are you?

Why the fuck have you booked out the safe house in Duggary?

You better just come and explain.

- Would you look at that?

I guess I didn't need you after all.

Just your phone, and captain.

- Wait, James.

(upbeat music)

Leave her alone, Jaime.

Hey, leave her alone!

Leave her alone!

- Wait, wait, wait a minute.

- Get the fuck away from me.

- Okay, okay, what about him?

What are we doing?

- Okay, he killed your family, right?

Rob, do you have everything?

End it.

Kill him, chop him up, burn the place down,

lose my fucking number, okay?

We're done here.

(pensive music)

- You gonna kill a fucking cop, Mark?

- I don't see no fucking badge.

- Fucking idiots, both of you.

But especially you.

I always felt bad for you, Mark.

Lost everything in one night, been locked up ever since.

DUIs, misdemeanours.

Fuck, I never clocked you for a fucking murderer.

- You know, I never clock people like you.

Protect and serve.

All that bullshit you guys read

and turn out to do this.

Look at you.

Fuck's so funny, dude?

I just want to make it right.

But I guess always learn something new every day.

- Yeah, I guess we do.

But you still got a whole lot of shit to learn, buddy.

Especially of our little partner over there.

- What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

- [Dispatch] We're getting close,

multiple sighting of...

- Hear that?

They're getting closer, Mark.

Who do you think they're going to shoot at first, huh?

- Shut the fuck up.

What the fuck you laughing at?

The fuck's so funny?

- How did you not pick up on it?

Have you found the bodies?

I mean, come on, weren't you fucking listening?

Or are you too busy missing your family,

you pathetic fucking bitch?

- Fuck you!

Shut the fuck up.

What's so fucking funny, man?

What's so fucking funny?

- I got every right

not to give two fucks

about you and your fucking family, jerk off.

(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)

- I know you know you got the wrong guy.

Yet you're still here.

Yet you're still here with the gun in your fucking hand.

You got the wrong guy, dumb ass.

- Why'd you say, have I found the bodies?

Have you found the bodies?

What does that mean?

Then why'd you say that about the bodies

if you're so fucking innocent, man?

(Lee laughing)

Stop fucking laughing at me, stop fucking laughing!

This shit is not a fucking joke, man.

This shit is fucking real, dude, this shit's real.

- Well, then be fucking smarter.

(Lee panting)

(pensive music)

- So why did you say that

about the bodies if you're so innocent, huh?

(pensive music)

- Because that's what his fucking wife asked me.

- Hi, honey.

- [Lee] The minute she found out it was him.

(gunshot rings out)

(dramatic music)

(lady whimpering)

(dramatic music)

- Relax, calm down.

They're only rubber bullets.

- I agreed to put her up in a safe house

until I arrested him.

- Fuck you!

- Oh, honey, we got to talk.

- I was on my way there to talk to her

until you two fuckheads popped up behind me.

(dramatic music)

(car engine turns over)

(people fighting)

(dramatic music)

- Fuck me, wait.

(dramatic music)

(vehicle starts)

(dramatic music)

- Next thing you know,

I wake up to him punching me over and over again,

and your pathetic ass

is standing by in the fucking room over there,

just watching, twiddling your fucking thumbs.

- No, no, no, no, no, you're wrong,

you're wrong, you're wrong.

- No.

No, no, I'm not.

I heard him mention your wife's glasses in there.

Boy can never keep his voice down.

Was his biggest issue.

I worked that case with him.

You know for a fact nobody missed,

you know for a fact nobody mentioned

any missing glasses.

Not once.

(dramatic music)

Just look at that fucking gun you're holding.

Do standard issues

come with the fucking attachment for a silencer?

Come on.

You've been played, Mark.

(dramatic music)

Hear all that?

Oh man, we're out of time.

(dramatic music)

- Fuck!

(dramatic music)

- [Reese] Sir, it's late, I just want to get.

- [Boss] You wait, nothing major, just hang back,

take the licence plates, the usual.

- [Reese] It's my weekend off, deacon,

I was meant to clock off an hour ago.

- [Boss] Just do it, Reese, I'm not asking.

- Yep, fine, okay. - Cheers.

- [Reese] Fuck!

(dramatic music)

(car engines rumbling)

- Yo, yeah.

Five minutes already, all right.

What are you saying tonight?

- Going home, bro.

- Come out. - Nah, man.

- Come on, man, stop being a pussyhole, it's Friday.

- So?

- So?

Listen, I got a link to a party, you get me?

Everything you want, cuz, yeah?

Dizzle, ket, weed, pills, dumb,

some of that booger sugar get me?

Everything you want will be there, fam.

And it'll basically just be galdem.

- Yeah, but some of us have a galdem to go home to.

- Your girl's a sket though.

- You say that again and I'll break your fucking face.

- Just come, man.

- Nah, man, I'm getting this shit done and I'm off.

(ominous music)

- And it's a website like YouTube.

- Fucking hell, you buy some right shit, you know?

I have to rip off that.

- No, this is different, man, I promise.

It's 170 a year

and you get to watch as many classes as you want.

- Why? - To learn shit.

- What shit?

- Anything I want.

- Like what?

- Like Serena Williams teaches tennis,

Gordon Ramsay teaches cooking.

- Oh my God, exactly this is what I mean.

- Wait, man, wait.

You can learn how to write a book,

Martin Scorsese teaches filmmaking,

Samuel Jackson teaches acting.

The list goes on there.

- I'm sorry, but you?

Why would you want to learn that stuff from those people?

Pointless.

You serious?

- Yes. - Why then?

- Doesn't matter, man, just keep driving.

- Oh God, is it something serious?

- No, is it, fuck man.

- I can pull over if you want me to.

- No, we're not fucking,

carry on fucking driving, what the fuck?

- Tell us then.

You having a moment?

- No, just keep driving, shut up.

- Are you serious?

What is it, go on?

- I was just thinking.

I was just thinking about writing a book.

- You?

- Fuck off, man.

- Laugh.

What are you gonna do?

Sell fake watches like one of them lucky lucky, man?

- No, fuck off.

- What then?

- I've got it all planned out.

- Well then, I'm ready.

- Nah, bro, you fucked it.

- Nah, come on, man, I want to hear it.

Go on.

- Fuck, all right. - Spit it out.

- All right, well I'm... - Spit it out, man.

- I'm thinking.

- Hurry up, fam, what's wrong with you?

- I was thinking about...

- Take your time, man, breathe.

- All right, I'm gonna start my own cocktail bar.

- Cocktail bar?

You're joking.

- Nah, I put a deposit down.

- What are you talking about?

- Saved up, Ricky, I saved my fucking money.

I don't want to be doing this shit for the rest of my life.

I didn't want to be this 65-year-old single bloke.

- Taking orders from people,

I wanna fucking be free, you know?

- Yeah, I get that, it's fucking mint mate, but come on.

You're living in a fucking fairytale.

It's not how life is.

- This is it, bro.

Stop dreaming cuz, life ain't fucking magical, you get me?

You earn your money to get by, and that's it.

That's life, fam.

Get used to it, stop fucking dreaming.

(dramatic music)

- Yeah, but it could be more though.

- How could it?

- How could it be more?

- It just could.

(dramatic music)

- Thought you said hang back.

- Do you wanna get home tonight or what?

- Yes, but fucking... But what?

- So you're just gonna sit in the middle of a car park then

because they're not gonna notice

a fucking vehicle parked in there?

- No, first one will turn up,

they'll see us, then abandon the drop, yeah?

Then we tell Deacon it was a no show

and I can get home, done.

- Someone's going to get back to the missus.

She promise you a bluzz at night or what?

- My baby's sick, Charlie.

- Soz.

- It's all good, dickhead.

(vehicle approaching)

- Is that his whip?

- I don't know, they don't tell you shit.

Pull up in front of him and leave your lights on.

(dramatic music)

What do we do now?

- Just wait, they'll give us a signal.

- Shit, I'll give him a course,

taking piss, man.

(phone dialing)

Who the fuck is that?

- Fucking brilliant. - Plan B.

- This is fucking bad, man. - Wait and see if they go.

- And this is all on you.

- Fucking mad, it's fucking mad.

- What the fuck is that?

- What does it look like?

It's a fucking gun, you idiot!

- I know it is you bellend,

but why have you got

an unlicensed gun in your care, mate?

- We're in now, yeah?

So we're gonna deal with this protocol.

- That is not protocol. - Pull your shit together.

- Fuck, man.

Undercover pigs bro, fuck!

- Bro, they've been taped, man.

- Shit!

- Get out of the car.

- Fuck.

Bro, what the fuck are you doing?

- Shut the fuck up, pussy.

- What are you doing here?

- Police, walk towards us with your hands in the air.

- You two should go, ain't worth it.

- Just come away from the car, buddy.

- What for?

We haven't done anything.

Why don't you walk towards us

with your hands in the air, show us you're not carrying?

- Fuck you!

- Ricky, what the fuck, man?

- Shut the fuck up!

- I'm calling for backup.

- No, no back up.

- Why?

- You, get out the car.

- Don't shoot, don't shoot.

- Careful sunshine.

Serious time if you shoot, you know.

- Who's in the car? - How the fuck do we know?

You fucking bitch.

- Give yourselves up, be easier for all of us.

- Why don't you just let us go home?

Just let us go, go the fuck home now,

you fucking pigs!

- This is your final warning.

Walk towards us, put the gun down, or we open fire.

- Thank God, fucking Ben.

- Drop the gun, it's over.

They've got us.

- Throw it in front of you.

- Do it.

(pensive music)

Hands on your heads.

(pensive music)

Step out to the side of the vehicle.

Get on your knees.

And you.

(pensive music)

Get a move on.

I'm gonna cuff you now.

If you move, I'll shoot.

(pensive music)

(gunshots ring out)

(people wailing and grunting)

- Go ahead.

- Get up. - Please, please, man.

- Up.

(man wails and sobs)

- Listen, listen, listen, man.

- Get down on your fucking knees.

- [Ted] Listen, you don't need to do this, man.

I'm getting up, I'm gone, bro, I didn't see shit!

Please, please, let me go.

Just let me go.

Just let me go.

- That's a really cute story, Ted,

but it's not gonna work for me.

(man opens fire)

(vehicle beeps)

(vehicle starts)

(pensive music)

- [Announcer] If any of you will spend the next 12 hours,

I'll give you each $10,000.

Or your next of kin in case you don't survive.

- Not now.

- [Announcer] Ah, but here come our other guests.

It was my wife's idea

to have our guests come in funeral cars.

She's so amusing.

- Car is ready.

- It's about goddamn time.

I've been watching this classic horror film

waiting for you to call.

- Level one parking structure on Main, the red Tesla.

Once you're inside, follow the coordinates on the screen.

Don't snoop, just get in the car and go.

Call me when you arrive at the destination.

(dramatic music)

(man coughs)

(dramatic music)

(man coughs)

(dramatic music)

I'm here. - You're already too late.

- What?

You didn't give me a time limit.

What are you talking about?

- [David] Sorry.

- David, what the fuck is going on?

- We're running out of time. - What?

David.

- Don't panic.

Don't struggle.

Don't make a sound.

What you're feeling right now is the barrel of a Glock

pressed to the back of your head.

Now, pass me the phone.

Eyes forward.

Eyes forward.

- Okay, okay.

This your car?

- [Mr. Silhouette] Not exactly.

Eyes forward.

Unlucky for you, but lucky for us,

you chose the right car to break into tonight.

- Okay, okay.

What do you want, man?

Money?

- [Mr. Silhouette] This is about

more than little pieces of paper, Jacob.

- You know my name.

How do you know my name?

Did David put you up to this?

- [Mr. Silhouette] You ask a lot of questions

for someone at the receiving end of a gun.

I want to know. - Know what?

- I wanna know why you think

you can break into people's cars in the middle of the night.

- [Jacob] I don't know, man, fuck.

- [Mr. Silhouette] Don't give me that, you know.

Just like I know why I do what I do.

- What do you do?

- [Mr. Silhouette] I catch pieces of shit like you,

now stop asking questions.

- I needed the money, man, need.

- [Mr. Silhouette] Needs by definition,

are necessities of life.

This sounds like a want.

- No, it's not, I needed the money for meds, man.

- You're sick? - Yes.

(dramatic music)

- [Mr. Silhouette] I'm sick too.

- [Jacob] Maybe, maybe we can help each other out then.

- [Mr. Silhouette] You're already helping me out

and you don't even know it.

Your sickness, what is it?

- You really want to know?

COPD, diagnosed two years ago.

My insurance wouldn't cover it.

Hell, no insurance would cover unemployed, overweight,

40-something year old, fat fucking piece of shit.

So I do what I do, I steal cars

and I sell them for scrap metal.

What the fuck was that?

(Jacob coughs)

- Settle down there, Jacob.

You're going to trigger another coughing fit.

Those are the screams of your friend.

David, was it?

- Fuck.

(David coughs)

Okay, okay, you know my name, what is yours?

- [Mr. Silhouette] You can call me Mr. Silhouette.

- Are you going to kill me, Mr. Silhouette?

(ominous music)

- Yes, I am.

- For trying to steal a fucking car?

- No, Jacob, not for stealing a car.

Because my associates and I need you.

More specifically,

we need what's inside of you.

(ominous music)

- [Jacob] I'm sorry, man.

(phone vibrates)

- This one is a little different from the last.

He's sick.

How am I supposed to salvage this

or even use it upon myself?

- [Caller] No problem.

- [Mr. Silhouette] You said this one

was in pristine condition.

We paid very good money for this,

almost at premium rate.

- [Caller] You wanted someone with working organs,

you got someone with working organs.

- This will have to do, but next time,

my associates and I expect full transparency.

When we ask for medium rare,

we expect medium rare.

Not this fucking slop.

- [Caller] Understood.

What are you waiting for?

Do it.

Go on.

You won't make it very far.

You know this, I know this.

- I'm sorry.

Please, please don't rape me.

Please, I beg you.

Anything but that.

You could fucking kill me,

but please just don't rape!

- Shut up! - Okay, okay.

Anything but fucking sliding-

- Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up!

I am the one in control here, not you, Jacob.

You listen to me, understand?

(ominous music)

(man laughs)

- I'm not...

I'm not going to rape you, Jacob.

I'm going to eat your lungs

and take away all of your sickness.

- What?

- Don't cry.

Flesh is intended for a greater purpose, Jacob.

- I do not want to be intended for greater purpose, please.

I'm sorry.

- It is a black omen to allow this sickness

to win you over.

To take the very flesh from your bones,

to take the thoughts from your brain, Jacob.

- Please forgive me, I'm sorry.

- That is why I do what I must.

I do what I must in order to

sustain myself and my associates.

- Please.

- We take from those

who do not appreciate what they have and apply to us, us.

We want to go on and live long,

happy lives.

(Jacob sobs)

- I'm sorry.

Fuck!

- Hello?

- Take it to your grave.

(Jacob grunting and struggling)

(gunshot fires)

(pensive music)

- Did you fucking kill him?

You're going to let me go, right?

I mean, we made a deal.

We made a deal.

- [Mr. Silhouette] And just like Jacob,

you shall not feel pain.

You shall live onwards in me and others.

- [David] No, no, no, fuck you, man.

(man opens fire)

(ominous music)

- The job is done.

Collect the cargo,

clear off the entire location, move on to the next.

And make sure this next one is clean

and in pristine condition.

Oh, and remember, medium rare.

Understand?

Medium rare.

(upbeat music)

- Mi amor.

Pleasure to see you again after all these years.

You haven't changed, always ravishing.

- Alvaro, I didn't think I'll be seeing you again.

- This is my stunning assistant, Gabriela Flores.

Gabriela, meet Maxine Voron.

- Call me Max.

- And don't forget about me.

- What can I do for you?

- Gabby?

50K a kilo, Tijuana, right at the border.

- I'm surrounded by powder, I don't need more.

- That's not what I heard.

I hear you wanna move to the Silicon Valley.

Demand, money, power.

- For 50K, I can get it here.

- No, not like this.

This kind hasn't even hit California yet.

- For 60K delivered here, I'll take all the risk.

- Tijuana's as far as we're willing to go.

- Okay, we'll take half the risk.

The real risk is at the border.

Delivered in San Diego will be at cost.

- Not in San Diego, here.

- You know what's at the border?

A wall and soldiers.

Tijuana is as far as we're going to go.

- For 75K, we'll bring it to San Diego on one condition.

- Keep talking, I'm listening.

- This is ridiculous.

- We'll deliver in San Diego,

but we'll need trucks with American licence plates.

- Give us a moment.

What the fuck are you doing?

You think you can cut deals now?

Shut the fuck up.

Don't say another word back there.

(closes door)

(ominous music)

- What was that about?

- Nothing.

- Heard my answer.

- If I bring it here, what do I need you for?

I'll go to the Silicon Valley myself without you.

I'll take the empire.

- You will need my permission here.

- Maxim, forgotten who I am?

Who you are?

Where you came from?

Easy, Bato, easy.

(upbeat music)

- I remember.

I remember very well.

Now, you remember this:

This is a new day and a new world.

And in this world, you need my permission to breathe,

to walk, and to exist.

Next time you do something like this,

I'm gonna take your balls.

(pensive music)

Everything you have.

- That wasn't very wise, mi amor.

This isn't over.

Gabby?

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- The delivery will come today at midnight.

Everything is ready.

- And Alvaro?

- He's gone.

That reminds me, I have something for you.

(ominous music)

- What is it?

- His balls, as you requested.

He won't need them anymore.

- Small size, that we used.

(glasses clink)

(upbeat music)