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[birds chirping]

- [panting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Shit.

Thanks for your fucking help, Javi.

- You're a goddamn gazelle, Clemens.

- [scoffs, exhales sharply]

- No wonder they put you up for a promotion.

- That and my natural leadership skills.

- Well, while you were getting smoked by Speedy Gonzales,

I found the gun he ditched in the wash.

- Enjoy that paperwork.

- Mm, you going home?

- If I'm late to dinner one more time because of you,

Jill's gonna kill me.

- I suppose I'll just go out drinking by myself.

- You've never had a problem making friends

or drinking alone.

Little prick. I had him.

[distant siren wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Come on. One drink.

What's the matter?

Jill didn't let you bring your balls to work today?

- [laughs]

This from the one with the fanny pack, right?

- Oh, this? - Yeah.

- This here's a utility bag.

It's both stylish and practical.

- Let's be honest-- it's a "murse."

[Latin music playing]

[tires squealing]

Hey, wait, what are you doing? Why aren't you taking the 15?

- South 32nd's faster.

Besides, my favorite bar's up this way.

- [laughs] You don't quit.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[knocking on window] Oh--Jesus.

What the hell are you doing, man?

- My moms called, like, an hour ago

about the party over there.

It's too loud.

- What, do we look like cops to you, asshole?

- Yeah, kind of.

- Border Patrol, ese. We don't take noise complaints.

- ♪ Let's get it started in here ♪

- It's all right, yeah. - What?

- I'm just gonna poke my head in there real quick.

- Poke your head in.

- Hey, it's my civic duty. - [laughs]

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Hey, man, I told you I got to go home.

- Read your fucking handbook, Clemens.

We serve the American public with vigilance and integrity.

- You forgot professionalism.

[scoffs]

- ♪ Transmit hits with no delusion ♪

♪ The feeling's irresistible, and that's how we movin' ♪

- Oh, man.

- ♪ Let's get into it, get stupid ♪

♪ Get it started, get it started, get it started ♪

- Come on, man.

- ♪ Let's get it started in here, yeah ♪

- Oh, man.

- ♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

- Ah, damn it.

- ♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya ♪

♪ Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya ♪

♪ Runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin' and runnin' ♪

♪ Just give me the light and pass the dro ♪

♪ Buss anotha bokkle a moe ♪

♪ Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know ♪

♪ Which one is gonna catch my flow ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough ♪

♪ Buss anotha bokkle a moe ♪

♪ Gal dem lookin' hype and I got to know ♪

- Huh?

Uh, no, gracias. No, no.

[panting] Thank you, thank you.

- ♪ Will never get inside of them ♪

♪ Dem clyder dem, especially the money hider dem ♪

♪ Watchie watchie girl 'bout them ♪

♪ A try to make a bride of them, denied again ♪

♪ Some of them move like Spider-Man ♪

♪ Girl, dem say nah, open wide again ♪

♪ Just gimme the light and pass the dro ♪

- Thanks.

- ♪ Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know ♪

♪ Which one is gonna catch my flow ♪

- Hey, stop!

Stop!

♪ ♪

- Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

- Hey!

Stop!

♪ ♪

Turn around, asshole.

Hey, turn around! Show me your hands!

I said, "Show me your hands!"

- [panting]

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

[dramatic music]

He pulled. He tried to pop off a shot.

- It's a phone.

♪ ♪

Okay...

♪ ♪

We're gonna fix this.

Stay inside.

Get back. [door closes]

Stay the fucking inside.

♪ ♪

[panting]

He drew, you shot. That's it.

- There's no gun.

- He drew, you shot.

It was self-defense, you fucking hear me?

- No.

- He's an unarmed brown kid. You're a white man with a gun.

- No. I said, "No."

- You like your life?

What the fuck do you think's gonna happen to it?

♪ ♪

- Put the gun in the car, man.

♪ ♪

Dispatch, this is Victor-107.

Dispatch, this is Victor-107. Shots fired.

DISPATCH: Copy, Victor 107. What's your 20?

♪ ♪

I'm on the southwest corner of 32nd and Greenlea.

♪ ♪

[dark twangy music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[wind whistling]

[grunts]

[groaning] Oh.

[sighs deeply]

Who are you?

[grunts] ¿Quién?

Hello?

I need a phone-- a teléfono.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You have a family. I have a family, too.

They're in, uh, danger-- peligroso.

Mi familia es en mucho peligroso.

- No.

- What?

No, it's fine.

Miss-- No, no, I'm talking to you.

Hold on a second.

Wait! God damn it.

[grunting]

Oh, fuck. [grunts]

Could you wait? Hold on a second!

Wait! [grunts]

Alto.

[groans] Stop.

[engine turning over]

Wait!

Alto, alto.

[upbeat ranchera music playing]

Gracias. Uh...

Teléfono, por favor.

♪ ♪

- No teléfono.

- ¿Teléfono?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[dial tone drones]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[receiver clacks, droning stops]

♪ ♪

Hey, I didn't make a call.

Hang on. Wait.

♪ ♪

[priest speaking Spanish]

[baby squeals]

- [continues speaking Spanish]

all: Amén.

[overlapping chatter]

[upbeat mariachi music playing]

♪ ♪

[man laughing]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

[bell rings]

- You got a phone I can use? [door closes, bell rings]

- Uh, Yeah, buddy.

Don't get a lot of tourists around here.

Here, just try to keep it short.

- Thanks.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[dialing phone number]

[line trilling]

- Hi, you've reached Jill.

I can't get to the phone right now--

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[cash register whirs, bell dings]

♪ ♪

[dialing phone number]

[line trilling]

- You have reached the offices of Dr. Frank Kerr.

To make an appointment, press one.

If this is a mental-health emergency, press two.

- I want you to do something for me.

I want you to name as many embarrassing moments

for someone else as you can in a minute.

- I can't think of any.

- Right.

This is how people view your embarrassing moments.

[chuckles] I'm afraid we don't take up nearly as much space

in the stories of others as we think we do.

[telephone ringing]

I'm so sorry. Just one sec.

[ringing continues]

It's my emergency line. Yeah, this is Dr. Kerr.

- If you're my shrink,

then everything I say is between you and me, right?

- Ben?

- Just answer the question, Frank.

- Uh, well, I'm not really partial to the word "shrink,"

but technically, yes.

I'm glad you finally called.

- It's safe to say that

you love Jill and Kate as much as I do, right?

- Um, I-I suppose so.

I'm so sorry. Just one minute.

[door opens]

Uh, Ben, what's going on?

- I fucked up, Frank.

I made a mistake with the wrong people.

- Uh, what do you mean "the wrong people"?

- I need you swear to me that you will say nothing

of what I'm about to tell you to Jill and Kate.

- You're beginning to scare me, Ben.

- You're all in danger.

There were people in your house.

They filmed you sleeping.

- What people were in my house? - Sicarios.

- What?

- I know you and I haven't always had

the best relationship,

but if you love Jill and Kate as much as I do,

then you have to trust me right now.

- Well, shouldn't we just call the police?

- No! Tell no one about this conversation, Frank--

not Kate, not Jill, not the police, no one.

- Uh, okay.

- As soon as we hang up the phone,

I need to call them both, find out where they are,

and go to them.

Go to the bank on the way, take out as much cash as you can.

Also, buy a prepaid cell phone

and, uh, get rid of all of your cell phones.

- Okay, Ben, is all this really necessary?

- I saw a device used to monitor cell phone traffic

in the back seat of one of the sicarios' cars.

For all I know,

they're monitoring all three of your cell phones.

That's why I called you at your office.

Ditch your car, take a taxi to the airport.

Use cash to buy tickets to Vancouver,

the first flight out.

- Why Vancouver?

- There's no large-scale Mexican neighborhood there,

so it's a place these men will avoid.

Now, all of that should take about six hours.

Call me back on this cell phone as soon as you're all safe.

Six hours, no matter what. And tell no one, you got it?

- What about you, Ben? - Me?

- Yeah, Jill and Kate would be devastated

if something happened to you.

You're gonna meet us, right?

[man speaking Spanish on radio]

- Okay, thanks. - Happy to help.

- Uh, I'm just wondering how long it would take

for you to deliver all of this to Javi's old place.

- Oh, so not a tourist. Not sure I have all this stuff.

- Well, I'll take whatever you got.

Just bring it over to the house,

say, in about, um, five, five and a half hours?

Put it on Javi's account? - Yeah, you got it.

[man continues on radio]

- [sighs]

[distant dogs barking]

[solemn music playing]

♪ ♪

You're mourning the men

who tried to kill me and your friend?

- I knew them since they were children.

Saw them grow up on the beach, Ben.

I thought you'd be gone.

- So did I.

♪ ♪

- What happened?

Why did you choose to come back?

- "Choose"? [chuckles]

That's a funny word.

- And Maria Elena?

- She's safe.

- Thank God.

And thank you.

I'm sorry for what happened to you here, Ben.

- That's not your problem.

- My father used to work at San Pedro Martir Observatory

in the mountains near here.

As a young girl, I spent half my time

looking at the stars

and the other half swimming in the ocean.

You don't know what this place used to be.

- Hey, you have to stop living in the past.

It's not safe for you here, not after what happened.

The best thing you could do

is get out of here as soon as you can.

- And go where?

[somber music]

♪ ♪

There's an old expression--

"When America sneezes, Mexico catches a cold."

Your government puts more scrutiny on the border,

and the cartel is forced to use boats

20 feet from my restaurant.

- So it's all America's fault? - Who buys the drugs?

- Look, I know Maria Elena didn't find me on her own.

And she's gonna have a new life now, and that's because of you.

How long do you think it'll be before Dante figures that out?

♪ ♪

- If nothing else, I take comfort

of helping those who need it.

Let me help you, Ben.

[cash register whirring, bell dings]

♪ ♪

- I can't take that.

- You can't stay here.

And you won't be able to get out without money.

♪ ♪

Please.

♪ ♪

I won't let you go until you take it.

♪ ♪

- As soon as this is over,

I'm gonna find a way to pay you back.

- Good-bye, Ben.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

[horn honks]

- Sorry about that.

I've got all your stuff in the back.

Hop in. I'll give you a lift. - You're early.

[grunts]

[chuckles] You weren't joking.

That is one big project you've got there.

- Yeah, faulty wiring.

- Wow, that's a pity.

Me and Javi were just starting to make progress.

- You helped Javi with this?

- Yeah, we used to come up, do some fishing,

drink a few pints, shoot at the empties on the beach.

Good with his sidearm, your man, Javi.

Not the best fisherman.

Or electrician. [both chuckle]

[both grunt]

Good. Best of luck.

- Hey, uh...

you think you could give me a hand with this?

- [chuckles]

[clears throat] Do you have any beer?

I mean, honestly, mate, you are one lucky guy.

[chuckles] You think about the proximity,

and considering the unpredictability of the wind

at this part of the beach,

it's a miracle the fire didn't spread to the trailer.

[chuckles] You'll be happy to know that your friend Javi

lived his truth here.

- Right. Uh...

Here we go.

[grunts]

[cell phone ringing]

Hello? Oh, uh, it's for you.

Oh, hey.

- Hello? Frank? - Oi, Ben.

- Hello, hello? - A little help here?

- Frank, can you hear me?

[static drones]

Frank? - I can, yeah.

- Frank, Jill and Kate-- are they safe?

- Yeah, they're safe.

- [sighs] And where are you guys now?

- Yeah, we're on the plane.

We're about to take off. - Oh, thank God.

Frank, how much do they know?

- Just that you'll explain when you get here.

- All right.

I'll find a way.

Hey, uh, didn't you say that you and Javi

used to do some shooting here?

- Yeah.

- Any idea what he did with that gun?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

Give me your gun. Easy.

Drive.

♪ ♪

[indistinct radio chatter] - [speaking Spanish]

- Put your lights on. We're not stopping.

And don't do anything stupid.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Spanish]

[men speaking Spanish]

♪ ♪

- Good. Keep going.

- I see why you chose me as your driver, migra,

but if this is your whole plan...

it's a long way to the border.

A lot can happen on the open road.

- Don't worry. We're not going far.

Here, take me there.

♪ ♪

- Kidnapping an officer at gunpoint from a funeral?

Even for an American, you have very little regard.

- They were criminals,

and you sent Maria Elena right back to them

after I trusted you to help her.

- So you think I'm dirty?

- At best, you look the other way.

Doing nothing's still a choice.

At worst, you're in bed with the cartel.

- Mm.

"Protect and serve."

Isn't that what it says on your police cars del otro lado?

In this country, it's "protect and survive."

I have a son in Tecate.

I do my job, make a difference where I can.

But when someone threatens your family,

you'll do anything to keep them alive,

even if that means doing nothing.

♪ ♪

- Yeah, right up there.

♪ ♪

- Others have tried this before.

The pilot's gonna have to file a flight plan with the FAA.

As soon at the plane lands--

- Yeah, Immigration will be all over me.

If there's a problem with that plan, I'm happy to hear it.

Flying private isn't cheap, even down here,

so I'm gonna need your wallet--slow.

- And now la migra adds robbery to his list of crimes.

- Yeah, well,

I'm sure you won't mind looking the other way.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- They're gonna find you.

♪ ♪

[truck departing]

[plane engine rumbling]

- Jesus.

Uh, seat belt?

Okay.

Okay.

Oh, good.

[chuckling]

♪ ♪

Uh...

Is this the right way?

♪ ♪

Hey, what the fuck is going on, man?

Why are we landing?

Hello?

[haunting music]

♪ ♪

Motherfucker.

[plane engine stops]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[exhales deeply]

- Hey...

[sniffs]

[speaking Spanish]

- What did he say?

- He wants to know

if that's how you greet all your employers.

[engine turning over]

- ♪ 48 yards, I run it back, hey ♪

♪ I cop a car, I run it back, yeah ♪

♪ On your broad, then run it back, uh ♪

♪ Run it back, run it back, run it back, ooh ♪

♪ Hello, that's the check callin', talk it ♪

♪ Let me click over real quick ♪

♪ Then let my check talk it, talk it, talk it, ooh ♪

- Hey...

- ♪ You don't talk no clap back ♪

♪ When you backpack, my bad ♪

♪ But I'm past that, with a NASDAQ, that's cash ♪

♪ When the money fall, I'ma slap that, clap ♪

♪ When the money go, you don't slap, that's facts ♪

♪ If the money low, I'ma wear a strap where I'm at ♪

♪ When it come back, I'ma give it back, my bad ♪

♪ When the check hit, the direct hit, I'm glad ♪

♪ When the check miss, the direct hit, I'm sad like ♪

♪ Who's that knockin' at my window, my window? ♪

♪ They say that it's the money, I'm like tenfold ♪

♪ Over and out ♪

♪ That stick gon' make you duck like a limbo ♪

♪ She say she not a... she a nympho ♪

[car door closes, music stops]

- You look like you could use a drink.

- No, thanks.

I'm more of a beer guy.

- The first vineyards in North America are planted in Mexico.

Did you know that? - No.

- The Spanish brought the grapes...

along with the small pox--

some of the few gifts they left us.

Lacryma Christi-- Tears of Christ.

You ever taste it? - No.

- It's a blend of two grapes.

They grow at the base of the same volcano

that once destroyed Pompeii.

I went to Italy, brought back a cutting.

All that you see here came from the same stock.

But i-it tastes completely different here in Mexico.

You may think it's the climate or the granite in the soil,

but I believe it's the blood.

- "The blood"?

- Mexican soldiers pushed the Spanish

out of the peninsula below us by force.

When the gringos invaded us, we pushed them out, too.

The soil remains ours, every inch of it.

But it's seen more suffering

than any volcano could ever give--

so much that even Christ's Tears

taste different here.

- Ahh.

- What do you think?

- Does it matter?

I'm thinking you didn't bring me here for the wine.

- Walk with me, Ben.

- We started with poppies.

Now we grow grapes.

There is hope, Ben. Don't you think?

[man grunting, shouting]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Ben?

- No, you need-- you need to let him go.

- I told you the rules.

- He's got nothing to do with this.

I fucked up. T-this is on me. Please!

- [grunts]

- You said you wanted to keep your family safe,

but didn't do what it takes.

- This is my fault. Let him go.

[Frank shouting] - We had a deal, Ben.

You do as you're told, tell no one.

- Look, God damn it, then punish me, not him!

- [shouts]

- Look, you like to make deals?

I'll make you one. - Yes, yes, please, please!

- You're in no position to bargain, Ben.

- Hold on to him.

- Ben, what are you doing, man? I don't want to die!

- You are giving him to us as what--

some kind of present?

- You--you seem like a businessman.

I'm offering you collateral. [Frank shouts]

You hold on to him as long as you need to

until I've done whatever it is that you want me to do.

[Frank grunts] - Anything we ask?

- Anything! [Frank grunts]

Only, once the job is done, I'm done,

and I get to take him home

to his wife and his four-year-old child.

I know you're a man of your word,

and I can be a man of mine, too.

I just need you to let me prove it.

[Frank shouting]

- [shouts]

No! No!

Oh, God! What the fuck did you do?

- Hold on, hold on. - No!

[grunts loudly, breathing heavily]

- You took away his child from him,

he took away a family member from you.

Now you're even.

Go back to San Diego, Ben.

Your next job will be waiting for you.

- [grunts] My family.

- Now it's up to you to keep them safe.

It would be a shame

if something like this happened again.

- [grunting]

Oh...

[crying] Frank.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, Frank.

[crying]

[wind gusting]

[Sean Rowe's "To Leave Something Behind"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I cannot say that I know you well ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But you can't lie to me ♪

♪ With all these books that you sell ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm not trying to follow you ♪

♪ To the end of the world ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm just trying to leave something behind ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Words have come from men and mouse ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, but I can't help thinking ♪

♪ That I've heard the wrong crowd ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When all the water is gone ♪

♪ My job will be, too ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And I'm just trying to leave something behind ♪

♪ Oh, money is free ♪

♪ But love costs more than our bread ♪

♪ And the ceiling is hard to reach ♪

♪ Oh, the future ahead ♪

♪ Is broken and red ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And I'm trying to leave something behind ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, wisdom is lost ♪

♪ In the trees somewhere ♪

♪ Oh, you're not gonna find it ♪

♪ In some mental gray hair ♪

[overlapping chatter]

- [grunts] [tires screeching]

- ♪ Who hurry ahead ♪

[child shouts]

♪ It's time to leave something behind ♪

♪ Oh, money is free ♪

♪ But love costs more than our bread ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I was just trying to leave something behind ♪

♪ ♪