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Special Agent Csokas.

Alexander...

Roger!

Been a long time, mate.

So, Dodgers seem to be doing really well this year.

Look, I need a favor. I don't have much time.

Okay. What's the problem, mate?

Wife pissed off at you again, is she?

Lyndsey's been kidnapped.

She's in Mexico.

Cartel?

Hey! You just keep getting better and better!

Roy!

Yeah, it's because people

don't come up to me and distract me so...

You keep this practicing up,

you're gonna become a co-ed Navy Seal.

Come on!

Hey, next time when you hear from your dad,

when he gets stateside, you tell him

that I need to show him that Cajun moonshine recipe.

Yeah, I would, but I haven't been able

to get in touch with him for awhile.

I don't know if it's because he's been busy, but...

Next time I hear from him, I'll definitely

let him know that on one condition.

- What's that? - You'd better save me

some of that moonshine this time, okay, Roy?

- I sure will. - Yeah, you'd better.

Another Spring Break travel destination,

they're warning today,

if your plans take you into Mexico,

look out!

Hey, guys! It's Lyndsey!

So, I noticed my boyfriend Thad was "liking" a lot

of blonde girl's pictures on social media today,

so I decided to dye my hair!

Blonde!

Um, I know you're probably dying to see what that looks like.

I am going to post pictures after my date.

Uh, wish me luck.

Hey, Jenna. It's Lyndsey.

I know you're out right now, I just...

I'm getting ready for my big date tonight with Thad.

He's taking me to his parents' country club

so I think he might propose.

I'm... I don't know.

I'm just a little nervous.

I... dyed my hair!

Blonde. I know, um, I wanted to show you

and have you help me pick out an outfit

before the date. I just...

I don't know, I just, um...

Just call me back when you can, okay?

All right.

- Hey, Lyndsey! - Hey, Lyndsey!

So, tonight's the big night!

It's not that big.

Do you think Mr. Hot Stuff here's

gonna ask you to marry him tonight?

I don't know...

He said he wants to take me to dinner...

Knowing Thad, it's probably gonna be like,

the most romantic night ever...

- Wow... - I know.

Good evening!

Yeah, we won't be needing those, bud.

I'll have the rack of lamb...

Little bit of pink in the middle

and herb potatoes...

And I don't want any of those crispy, either.

For my money, tell the chef

he'd better not scrape the bottom of the pan.

I want my po-tah-toes fresh,

and I want my po-tah-toes hot.

Very good, sir. And for the lady?

She'll have the salad.

And what type of salad would the lady prefer?

Does it really matter?

Let me ask you something. You got lettuce back there?

- Of course. - Great.

- Thad... - What?

Did you even look at your hips in that dress

before you left your dorm room?

Calories! Carbs! Not needed, hon.

Very good, sir. I'll put that order right in for ya.

Oh. Get us the nicest bottle of red you have.

We have a '59 Latour that runs 2,500 a bottle.

I don't need a financial statement there, bud.

Just get the wine, bro.

- Do you have to be so rude? - He's a waiter!

- Thad! - It's an established order.

If he wants to be treated with dignity,

he'll find a better job, like a plumber,

or a reality TV star.

They do well for themselves...

Okay. So, what did you wanna talk about?

Well, been tryin' to figure out

how to say this to you for awhile now...

- Go on... - I love you...

More than just about anything.

Your genetics are top notch.

You come from a good family.

You are the personification

of a four star Italian restaurant in Westwood.

Yeah. I know! I agree!

And I don't wanna lose that.

So that's why it's hard for me to say I'm going to be a father.

Wait... What?

I'm going to be a dad.

Thad's a dad.

I'm bringing a bro, baby.

I'm bringing a bro to the world.

- But I'm not pregnant. - No, you're not.

Sophie is.

Sophie?

You got your fucking step-sister pregnant?!

What?!

Ex-step-sister,

and it happened after our parents were divorced.

- Oh, God. - What do you want me to tell you, Lynds?

- What am I supposed to say? - Maybe a little appreciation

for being so goddamned honest?

Brah...

Silly me for sittin' here thinking

we could talk about this like civilized adults.

Whatever... Hashtag sister-fucker!

Hashtag ex-step-sister-fucker!

- Thank you! - Bro.

Fuck you, waiter!

I'm sorry. Mr. Dauterive has decided

he had someplace more important to be?

- What's your name? - William.

William. Great. Um...

Is this all going on Thad's account?

- Yes, it is. - Wonderful.

Then you know what, I am really hungry,

so I think we're gonna keep the lamb.

And, um, this is what,

- 2500 a bottle, you said? - Indeed.

Well, I think we need two.

Absolutely.

Nice ass. Call me.

You, too.

Me?

I'm getting ready

for my big date tonight with Thad.

He's taking me to his parents' country club

so I think he might propose.

Um, I don't know, I'm just a little nervous.

- A-yo, leave a message. - Come on.

Whoo! Free drinks, muthafuckas!

Pre-game!

Whoo!

Whoo!

- White girl wasted? - White girl wasted.

- White girl wasted! - White girl wasted!

Wow! Ladies!

Could you please scream just a tiny bit louder

so you can burst both my eardrums instead of just one?

What are you guys doing?

Chelsea's F.W.B. is getting us in at "Stylus."

Tonight, I'm getting drunk!

Okay, and uh, what about your test tomorrow?

Ah, who cares about that?

Okay. So, anyway...

Lyndsey and Thad's date...

What happened?

Tell me! I know you guys know!

Ladies....

Okay. I don't get it.

- Who is that? - That's hot.

Hey, can I get your number?

Who is that?

- I want one. - Ooh. Mmm.

Hey!

Hey.

What are you doing?

Watching a movie, getting drunk, and...

wrecking your ice cream...

But, uh, shouldn't you be doing that at...

Thad's place?

- Who? - Uh, you know...

big bank account, bigger ego.

Oh, yeah. Him.

We're not seeing each other anymore.

Right. Okay, so that's why there was a...

a half naked random guy running out of your room

trying to get his pants on.

Are you gonna come over here and help me drink the wine or what?

Uh, yeah. You don't have to convince me to drink wine.

- Here. - Thank you.

Okay, so, uh...

I'm guessing the proposal with Thad didn't work out?

Ooh, nope.

Okay. Is that why you broke up with him?

- No. - Well then, what's the problem?

Sophie. He got Sophie pregnant!

Sophie? Who's Sophie?

Huh?

- His step-sister! - What?

What?!

Yeah. He got his step-sister pregnant

and expected me to be okay with it, so...

Oh, my God.

That's disgusting.

Wait! What did you say to him?

I told him to go fuck himself!

Good! Good! That's what you should have said!

- I know. - Yeah, Thad can go fuck himself.

- Yeah, fuck Thad! - What kind of...

name is Thad anyway?

Thad? You wanted to be Mrs. Thad?

- Yeah... No! - No!

God, you know, it's okay 'cause now

you have the rest of Spring Break free...

There are so many Thads out there.

- You have... - Shit!

I forgot...

Lyndsey...

I don't think you're handling this very well at all...

I bought him tickets!

For... I brought him a cruise.

For Spring Break!

I don't think Thad's gonna go on this cruise with you.

I know...

Oh, Lyndsey.

Lyndsey, Lyndsey, honey, come here.

It's okay. You know what?

Be calm. May not seem like it now,

but everything is gonna be okay, promise you.

Let's get back into bed and finish this wine.

Okay.

"Thad."

Thad...

Oh! I know.

We could go!

- No, I... - We can go on the Spring Break,

we can go on the cruise together.

- It'll be fun! - No, I-I can't.

I'm visiting... My parents are expecting me.

Sorry.

I'll just go... ask Bree and Chelsea.

'Cause they're real friends.

Bitch, quit hogging all of that.

Give me some of that!

- Gimme some of that! - Oh, shit...

Okay, who wants to go on a cruise to Spring Break?

I have two tickets which means I can take one of you.

Oh! Uh. Heh.

I-I can't because I gotta go home.

Okay! Chelsea. You win!

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?!

I'm going to Nick's parents house for Spring Break.

They have a beach house in South Carolina!

Oh, my God! That's fucking awesome!

- Oh, my God, yeah! - Right! Isn't that cool?

Who the fuck is Nick?

Um, he's my new fuck boy!

You're already going to meet his family?

Well, yeah. Beach house.

- D'uh! - Can I go?

Yeah. You can totally go.

- He has a brother! - He has a brother?

- Yeah! - Okay. Fuck you guys.

Okay. I take it they said "no", huh?

All right. Fine! I'm gonna go with you.

Of course I'll go with you.

Who do you think I am?

Okay? When do we leave?

We're gonna have so much fun.

Oh, my... It's just, um, tomorrow morning!

- Tomorrow morning? - Yeah!

Great. Okay. I'd better get packing.

- Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, you should wear the bee! - No!

I'm not wearing the bumblebee outfit!

Aw...

You ain't shit, man.

You know, you're worse than the devil himself. Heh.

So, if I'm the devil...

what makes you, pelón?

A lot of people are sayin' that

you think you're untouchable.

But you know what the other half says, right?

Every dog got it's day.

You ever heard of the story of the old man

dressing up as a beggar,

who goes from door to door,

stealing little girls...

Yeah, I remember some shit like that.

You're talking about the forbidden story.

But I got news for you, man.

See, we're the old man.

Not the beggar.

Yes, we are, Raul.

All right, look, look, look, look...

I know where this is going, all right?

Man, check this out.

Just... Just let me go...

I am not fucking Eduardo Morales!

I got family, man! I got kids! I got kids!

Listen, listen, you know!

I'll keep my mouth shut! I won't say shit!

You promise you won't tell anyone?

I swear to God, man. You know my word is good.

I'll go back to Bakersfield.

You'll never have to see me again, I promise.

But what about the two putas gringas you let go, huh?

Just because the bitch promised you

a free ride across the border?

Just to come to Hollywood!

Hollywood!

And be some...

Wannabe...

bald...

queer...

You know,

You're the younger generation, man,

so sometimes I forgive you.

I'll tell you, man...

Come on, motherfucker! I'm not a Morales!

Nah, nah... I know, I know! But I'll tell you this, man.

The younger generation has no respect!

And that's all you want, is respect!

But you'll never... You'll ever be your father!

- Fuck you! - Six feet under!

- Fuck you, Raul! - Six feet fuckin' under!

Fuck you, Raul! Listen to me. Listen to me.

- Okay, okay. - I am not Eduardo Morales!

And you know what? We are not family.

And you know what else, Raul?

That's why you in the ground and I...

I am the boss...

All right...

All right, fuck it!

You wanna do it?!

Just do it!

I'll die with honor!

Ah, please!

Jesus!

Wow... Are we in Mexico?

I feel like everyone in here is from college.

I don't think we know anybody, actually.

I'm starving. I need to eat something.

Dude, why are you always hungry?

I'm not always hungry. I just didn't eat today yet.

- Oh, my God... - I'm gonna see if they have some food.

No! There's food on the boat.

- We don't need... - I know a place!

I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.

I just overheard your conversation

and you seem interested in more than just...

cheap souvenirs

you could probably buy on the internet, yes?

Not really, actually...

Let's start with food!

I know a bar that serves

the best fish tacos you'll ever taste!

And it's not far from here!

No, I think we're just gonna stay here!

I have an idea! What are your names?

Uh, I'm Jenna.

Lyndsey.

I'm Manuela.

I'll show you places you won't find

in any tour book.

You can see what you wanna see.

And you can buy what you wanna buy.

I'm actually happy right here!

Right? Jenna?

It isn't far.

- Jenna? - I'm using the card.

You forced me to come on this trip with you,

and now you have to do whatever I want.

Fine. Fine! Let's get your fish tacos.

- Yay! - Excelente! Vámanos.

- Oh, vámanos? - Jen, Jen, Jen...

She's really kinda hot.

- I mean, if... - What?

If you don't kick game at Jose

or whoever, you should totally hit her up!

- Uh-uh! - Come on!

Now's the time to experiment!

Ew. Yeah, you go ahead.

- I'm not joining! - What!

I just want fish tacos!

So, if this is Chuy's place,

then where's the guy from Chelsea Handler?

This is Mexico. This place looks like shit.

- Hey, Manuelita! - Papa!

- I don't like this! - Shut up!

It's okay...

These guys work for a security company up the road.

Plus, they know I'm the boss...

What can I get for you, sweetheart?

How you doing, mi Chuy?

Está bien, mija... everything under control.

What can I get for you?

These two want the specials.

You wanted authenticity, right?

Hola, chica sexy... Cachola!

This is Jenna and Lyndsey...

- Hi. - Nice names.

Very American!

- Yeah. Yep. - Yep. They are...

I'm Miguel, and Manuela is my...

What are we?

We are... good friends?

Yes. Good friends.

So, um, this is the guy

who makes the best fish tacos in Mexico?

Yeah, that's my boy Chuy!

- Best cook. - You got it, Papa!

From here to the Panama Canal, right?

You're gonna make it crispy, you're gonna make it spicy,

and that's why he's the best cook!

Listen, I'm gonna get the grill heated up

and started for you, fish tacos coming right up.

Okay, all right..

Oh, my God, you made me leave the...

So, uh, where are you girls from?

From Century City!

- Century City? - Los Angeles?

- Yes. - And you?

Uh, yeah... South Africa.

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah. Ah, like Charlize Theron!

Yes, that's what everyone says when I tell them.

She's my favorite actress.

You... Me...

You have... You don't have an accent from here...

Yeah, my-my mother was from, uh, Japan

and my father,

uh, used to be her gardener.

When I grew up, I came out here

to find out where he was from

and, uh, I never looked back.

I guess I have a taste for this city.

I think I know why you didn't go back.

Why's that?

For the fish tacos.

You are correct!

Aw, dude! You're making me hungry!

Hey, you aren't gonna drink?

Um... No, the taco's are beer-battered.

Yeah, that's when I drink.

Ooh. So no?

You first?

Is that a challenge?

If you want it to be?

Ooh shit, that's so strong!

Ah, yeah, uh, wait...

Wait, wait...

Guys... I... I... Hey...

I'm very sorry...

Sorry for what?

Lyndsey...

This is thank you from Morales.

Cabrona...

Oof!

That's right, two new Americans,

twenty, twenty-one,

a blonde and a brunette.

Though the brunette does color her hair.

I understand that.

I... I hate when they do that shit too.

She's a different story...

The older one is, um, she's special.

I'm gonna have to let her go at a higher price.

Because she's a virgin.

That's right.

Soft, smooth, and clean...

My other line's ringing.

I need a decision.

I will most likely buy a virgin.

Good.

Just need to check on funds.

That's what I thought.

Lyndsey, are you okay?

Where are we?

I don't know. I just woke up too.

Is this a dream?

No, it's not.

Hello?

Can somebody help us, please?

Enough!

You like fuckin' tacos?

What?

Chuy cooks the best fish tacos I ever had.

Shit tastes so good.

I'll bring you some, but...

this shit is dank.

Don't wanna ruin a fish taco.

Where are we?

You are our newest acquisitions.

Acquisitions?

We will ship you to Spain, Istanbul,

Yemen...

Whoever pays the most, you know?

Or maybe, we just keep you here...

Fuck you!

You L.A. bitches are screamers, huh?

You can't sell us.

You can't fucking sell us!

You're our property now, gringa.

You will learn obedience, bitch.

And obey like a dog.

Pinche puta gringas...

Hey, hey...

Uh, bathroom?

B-baño? Baño?

Oh, God. Ew.

Here. I got it out.

Oh, God...

You have to eat it. If you don't eat,

what makes you think that they won't kill you?

They're not gonna kill us. They're going to sell us.

You heard them.

They can't sell a sick girl dying of starvation.

What does it matter?

You're the one gonna bring them the big money anyway...

Don't say that.

It's okay...

You know, you're the special one.

You're the one that everybody loves.

What are you talking about?

I don't have Thad anymore.

He was my whole future, you know?

You don't really believe what you're saying?

You can't really believe that.

Look, I'm all used up, okay?

The best years of my life are over.

You have a future.

Your, your best years are just beginning.

- You know, I... - Is this because of what

that piece of shit said to you yesterday, hmm?

You gotta snap back to your senses right now, okay?

You can't give up yet.

Yes, I can.

Wh-what about your dad?

What about your dad?

If they knew who your dad was,

maybe they could ask for a ransom or something?

They don't need to know.

Well, I'm surprised they don't know already.

And if they don't, they're gonna find out soon.

No, they won't.

I hope they never do.

You know why I was able to come with you at the last minute?

I was supposed to fly out and see my family.

But I haven't been able to get in touch with them.

I don't know what's worse.

Up.

Turn around.

Hands behind you.

So, what's new, pussycat?

- Who is this? - Some new bitch.

I don't know her fucking name.

What? No. No.

It's Sadie. Sadie?

Bitch, stop fucking talking to her!

Her name is Sadie!

What did she do? Oh, my God.

I wanna go home. I wanna go home now!

I wanna... I wanna go home!

- Oh, you wanna go home? - Yes, I wanna go home!

I wanna go home too, but...

my madre's dead.

Ever since I was a kid.

And now I'm here just like you.

Wait. I can't do this anymore.

- Please wait! - What?

My father.

He'll pay you for me. He's... He's rich.

He runs a bank. He'll pay you! Please!

And what about your friend?

Her too. He'll do whatever I say.

Please, he'll pay for all of us. Just get me a phone.

Let's go see the boss.

Okay. Okay. Please... Jenna, come on!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Sit the fuck down.

Come on...

Yes! Yes, that's right! That's right.

You understand Spanish now, you little rich fucking bitch?

Shut the fuck up.

So what bank does your daddy run?

A big one. Yeah.

Yeah.

The real scum.

They'd steal from their own grandmother

if it meant being able to buy a piece of pussy.

Yeah, that's right.

That's my dad.

And I bet he'll do anything for you, huh?

Yeah, he will.

One way to find out...

Why don't we get Papa Bear on the phone?

Seven-hundred, fifty thousand dollars...

Is that how much you were gonna sell me for?

No.

Your friend? Maybe.

You? No.

Make the call.

You don't need to stand to use the phone.

A rich dog is still a dog.

This is Buchanan Holdings.

Tyler speaking.

How can I direct your call today?

Put my dad on the phone.

Oh, not so fast young lady.

- Who do I say is calling? - It's Lyndsey Buchanan!

Oh! Lyndsey Buchanan?

My-my-my dad is your boss!

I'm calling from Mexico. Put him on the phone.

Why wouldn't Lyndsey just call him on her cell phone?

You elaborate prank caller!

Just put him on the fucking phone!

Aaaand click!

Fuck!

Dial the number again.

And give me the phone.

This is Buchanan Holdings.

Tyler speaking. How can I...

Hey, asshole! Shut up and listen.

Okay. I'll humor you.

As we speak, this girl has a gun to her head.

So, you need to ask yourself a question.

What's gonna get you into more trouble?

Transferring this call,

or having to explain to your boss

that you didn't save his daughter's life?

Pick one.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry, Lyndsey.

Transferring you now.

This is Roger.

Daddy, Daddy...

Lyndsey, is that you?

Shut up and listen to me! I didn't go

on the cruise with Thad. I went with Jenna.

I went with Jenna... when we docked.

- We were kidnapped! - Mr. Buchanan!

Your daughter is telling the truth.

Who is this?

I'm a businessman. Just like you.

I have a business proposition.

Your daughter and her friend are my possessions.

I am going to sell them

to my partners in Europe.

You know what that means, right?

Yes.

If you wish to have her returned,

I'm gonna have to be compensated for the hit

that my business is going to take.

$750,000, non-negotiable.

Is that for Lyndsey or for both of them?

Just her.

What makes you thinks I've got

that kind of money lying around?

Well, now, it's one million.

- Wait... - Two million.

Daddy, just shut up and pay him!

How much is your little girl worth to you?

Your daughter is really hoping you take this deal.

I'm gonna need a couple of days.

Please.

You have one day.

I'm calling you back in six hours to track

your process...

I'll do what I can.

Oh, God...

One more thing, Mr. Buchanan.

Your daughter is a very, very pretty girl.

I can't promise you that my partners overseas

won't outbid you.

And sales are final.

Are we good? Are we good?

Please...

If Poppa pays up!

Special Agent Csokas.

Alexander...

Roger! Heh, heh, heh. Been a long time, mate.

So, Dodgers seem to be doing really well this year?

Look, I-I need a favor. I don't have much time.

Lyndsey's been kidnapped.

- She's in Mexico. - Cartel?

I think so.

The man who called me said that they plan

to sell her to the European sex trade

if I don't pay them first.

I need to know who has her.

- Does Karen know? - No, she's in Brazil.

Okay, so, I mean, look...

So, you don't wanna pay?

I can't pay.

Alex, I'm serious.

Okay, look, I believe you.

Look, I've gotta keep this out of the media.

Nobody knows that I'm broke.

If anyone finds out,

I'll have a hell of a lot of angry employees on my hands.

Okay, so no one knows.

That's not your concern right now.

Okay, no problem.

Look, just tell me about the kidnapper,

the phone call, is there anything I should know?

No, I didn't get a name,

but I do have the number he called from.

Okay. Fine.

Okay. I've got it.

- Where are you? - Near my office.

Okay, look, just hang tight.

I'll be there in about an hour. In the meantime, I'm gonna send

a couple guys up to look after you, okay?

Can I trust them?

Yeah, you can trust them, Roger, just stay put.

Where's Lyndsey?

How is your new friend doing?

She's done nothing but cry since you put her in here.

Oh, yeah...

I'll give the bitch something to cry about.

You sick bastard.

We got her a buyer.

We put her in a plane to Armenia tomorrow morning.

Those fuckin' Armies love that kind of bitch.

Where's Lyndsey?!

Ohh?

She's with Morales.

Papa's gonna pay.

Oh, God, I can't wait to go home...

You stupid bitch.

She didn't make a deal for you.

She had a chance to save her skin and she took it.

You're lying. You're fucking lying!

She would never do that!

Now, why would I lie to you?

Tell your friend it's almost over.

Alex...

It's good to see you.

Opening day. Dugout.

Seats you owe me.

We'll make that call when we're done.

Okay, pal. So, talk to me. Any updates?

We're expecting another call within the hour.

Okay, good.

He still thinks you have the money, right, Rog?

- Yeah. - Okay.

You're not afraid of me, are you?

You don't have anything to be afraid of.

I just make the deals.

I wanna go home.

If Papa pays up, you go home.

Yeah. Right.

I'm a businessman. Not a monster.

Old school.

Honor and my word still mean something to me.

Unlike you.

See, your entire life

has been paid for by your father ruining lives.

Don't try and convince me

that you're anything like him.

I'm here to provide a service.

Both sides are gonna get what they want.

One way or another.

- Lyndsey? - Daddy!

Lyndsey, honey, are you okay?

No one is hurting your daughter, Mr. Buchanan.

Are my funds available to transfer?

Not yet. I'm still working on it.

Eduardo Morales?

Is that who I'm speaking with?

- Who am I speaking with? - Private security.

Look, my client needs a few more days to transfer the funds.

Being a businessman, I'm sure you understand

not all of them are in the U.S.

- I understand. - Good.

So, how's the rest of your day been thus far, Mr. Morales?

Every day is a gift to me.

Let me ask you.

Interpol?

Yeah.

So, uh, why the change of scenery?

I had to provide for my family.

And this was the best thing to do.

I'm not bringing any harm to any of these girls.

Those girls move on to better lives.

Better lives than they would have had otherwise.

Not all of them, right?

I need something from you.

I need your word.

Your word that you are who you say you are.

My house is guarded by thirty men.

With guns.

And if you wish to create an international incident,

I will not be responsible for what happens

to your client's daughter.

You have my word.

You know what, Roger, that went a lot better than I'd expected actually.

- What the hell was that? - It was a test.

- Test? - Yes, mate. A test.

You can't treat these people like they're your enemies.

Then what are they?

Rog, you heard the guy, all right?

He feels like he's doing some kind of service.

Service?! Oh, my God.

I swear, if he hurts my daughter,

I will kill him, I will find him and I'll...

Roger! Roger. Calm down, mate.

Please calm down.

You have to keep calm, okay? I'm here.

You know I do what I do. I'm real good at it.

You've gotta do me a favor

and focus on getting a little cash

just in case.

Right. Just in case.

Okay, mate.

Get her back to her cell.

What? What do you mean?

Daddy decided not to pay.

I didn't know. I didn't know!

- Get her the fuck outta here! - I didn't know!

I didn't know! I didn't know!

Let go of me! No!

Get off of me!

Let me... Get off of me!

No!

Look out!

Jenna!

Shit! What are you doing?

Shh. Shh.

Drop the knife.

Grab the knife!

Stop!

I'm not gonna waste your time.

If you gunned down my men, why won't that stop you

from gunning me down, right here, right now?

So don't waste my time.

Make it quick.

We need the keys to the car.

The keys are already in the car.

So stop stalling... and do it!

Jenna, we gotta go!

If I were you, I would have done it already!

Oh!

No...

No, no, no...

Help! Help us! Help me!

Jen!

What do we do? Do we help 'em?

We have to go.

We'll come back for them.

Stay down. I hear them. They're coming.

Keep your head down.

Jen!

Jenna!

Jenna!

No, Mister Li, I...

Think of it as a short-term loan.

Yeah, I... I'm good for it.

I just need something that can move a little bit faster.

You...

No, I... I can't tell you why, uh...

Really?

Thank you. Thank you.

You and I need to talk.

Why?

That's why.

I'm not as gentle as my father.

Now, I need to know how she's knows what she did.

She has a father too, right?

Mine decided to be honorable to people,

but sometimes it doesn't work that way.

And now he's dead.

I wanna know who she is,

her family, everything!

An eye for an eye...

Agua, por favor...

I said the bar is closed.

Water.

Chuy!

Tequila!

So, you drink tequila now, huh?

Do you want some?

You don't recognize me, do you?

How would you like us to show you around town?

Get a feel for the real Mexico!

Actually, I'm looking for some guns.

What's a girl like you need with guns?

Well, you know that house up on this hill?

I'm going to go up there and kill everybody inside.

Ha ha ha...

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Down! Get on the floor!

Don't shoot! I don't have any guns!

- Get on the floor. - Shit, shit. Okay.

- Please don't kill... - Shut up.

Please, please.

Do you know the layout of the mansion?

- No... - Miguel!

- Maybe she does? - No! Okay. Shit.

Okay. I know, I know. I do.

Okay, what's the easiest way to get access inside?

The door is always open.

What is that?

It's, it's a prayer...

They think praying will keep them in the Lord's good graces.

Getting on her bad side isn't a good idea.

Can we go?

We... We're just trying to make ends meet, okay?

I never meant to hurt anyone...

Miguel!

And you?

What would you do if one of those girls was your daughter,

or your sister, or you?

You don't know what it's like.

To have to survive!

What do you know about my life?

What do you know about mine?

Come on! Come on, bitch!

Come on, bitch, look at me!

I wanna know. I wanna know.

I wanna know!

Go fuck your dead mother.

Oh. Fuck my mother? Say that again.

Say that again to me! Say that again!

Go fuck your dead mother!

Why shouldn't I fucking kill you right now, huh?

Why shouldn't I kill you right now?

Because...

Why shouldn't I fucking kill you right now?

Why shouldn't I kill you right now?

Because of...

Even if you do, she'll still come.

You wanna know about her?

She's from South Africa, her parents were soldiers.

There's no big explanation

for how she knows how to do what she does!

No matter what you do,

even if you kill me, she's still gonna come.

She's gonna kill you.

She's gonna fucking kill you!

Bullshit. Not if she's dead.

You know what, if your daddy was not rich,

I would take that pussy by myself.

I don't need that fuckin' money.

Secret's out!

Was this you?

Hello, Eduardo.

Eduardo Morales raised me ever since I was a kid.

And now he's dead.

My father believed he was sending

these girls to a better life.

Life in the United States,

has become public enemy number one.

Or a life of luxury...

Think about it, rather accept

the life that we're given,

your daughter and friend murdered my father.

In order to help me with my grief,

I need you to transfer the money now.

And we both walk away.

I can't.

No, no, no, no. Don't think I'm stupid, Mr. Buchanan!

I know everything about you and your fucking daughter!

I know you're low on funds.

But I would assume the life of your daughter

is more important than your fucking public image.

My friend's come through.

I'll have the money in an hour.

Why aren't you negotiating with them?

You got twenty-one.

She doesn't have much time.

Make a decision.

Send me my fucking money now!

Shit.

Puta!

Ahh...

Ah.

Ugh!

How many years we know each other?

Fifteen.

You'd just become an agent then.

Before you had a wife.

Before you had a family.

How much you gettin' paid for this?

Dodger tickets, Roger.

I didn't mean from me.

Five percent.

So that's why you suddenly lost

your ability to negotiate?

Five percent for my little girl's life.

Now I understand why you were late in getting here.

You were on the phone with Morales,

setting up the deal.

You weren't supposed to find out like this Rog, okay?

Please believe me. This was supposed to be simple.

I've spent years trusting you.

So, huh...

They're in on it too.

One percent each.

So, what makes you think this kid

is gonna honor his father's deal?

- He will. - You sure about that?

Yeah, Rog. I'm sure.

Once the money's transferred to you, it'll go right to them.

Minus our commission. Simple. Easy. Fast.

- It's done. - Good.

Maybe you need his account number, huh?

'Cause I don't think he's there anymore.

I already have that.

- Erase that. - No.

Erase it, Roger, or I will pull this trigger.

- You won't. - I will.

Erase it, right now.

You're what's wrong with America, Alex.

You're entitled. At the expense of everybody around you.

Actually, you're what's wrong with this country, Roger.

Yeah. People like you.

You lose money. You get a bailout.

Am I right?

What happens to people like me?

I get shot... I lose money.

What do I get? What do I get, Rog?

I get a shitty retirement! A shitty fuckin' ceremony.

And a shitty fuckin' pension.

I swear to God, erase it.

Or I will fill you with lead.

I swear to God.

Ugh...

Maybe you're right.

But... this is about my little girl.

Rog!

You shot me.

- Lyndsey! - Jen!

- Oh, my God. What happened?! - Take this!

- We gotta go right now. - Did you get shot?

We've gotta go right now! Come on, come on, come on.

I got your confession.

I guess no more Dodger tickets for me?

- Right, Rog? - Fuck you.

Ohh... Uh...

Ugh...

Los Angeles Customs and Border Patrol.

How can I direct the call?

Hello?

Lyndsey, go, go, go, go! Go, Lyndsey! Go!

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Jenna!

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