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Yo, motherfucker. Who you claim?

Man, who you claim, fat ass?

- Nabisco? - Aw, damn.

That shit ain't right, Zamora.

You know I got a slow metabolism.

Yo, where you coming from?

Where you think, culero? School.

Fucking waste of time.

Yeah, well, it's got something you don't... girls.

Damn, Rick.

He's saying you ugly. Bitch!

Shut up and eat your chicharrones.

What happens when you graduate

and your ass is working at a Jiffy Lube?

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With the Reyes Dorados.

Hey, with your family connects in Guerrero...

Just say the word.

We jump you in tonight.

Man, fuck that. I do my own thing.

My mom doesn't want me ending up like her brothers.

What the fuck?

Las Bestias.

Disrespecting us for the last motherfucking time.

So what's up with your sister?

What the fuck you know about my sister?

Hey!

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What do you think you're doing?

Taking a rock out of my shoe.

Up against the fucking wall.

I didn't do anything!

What did you just call Sergeant Richards?

I didn't say shit.

Let go of me!

This is some racist-ass bullshit!

You ain't getting cuffed because you're brown.

You're getting cuffed 'cause we're blue.

You and your friends are the ones

who have a problem with colors.

And we don't appreciate you using ours.

I'm guessing you two don't come over

to this side of town too often.

Yo, he ain't even in Reyes Dorado!

My man never claimed!

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- Where you going? - Home.

What was the nature of your visit to Mexico?

Fishing.

I'm gonna need you to proceed to secondary inspection, sir.

Is that really necessary? I'm retired CBP.

Well, then you ought to know, it's the lane on your right.

Out of the vehicle.

Okay.

You can stand over there.

You're free to go.

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Dante?

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Señor Juan Diego.

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No hay problema, Saulo.

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Manolo.

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Uh...

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Saulo's not a thief.

I put him in charge of this bodega.

And the person in charge always takes the blame.

You think you're ready to be Jefe de Plaza?

Show me.

No, no, no, no...

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Does that same gun have a conscience now?

All of a sudden?

Because it didn't seem to care about that guy in my vineyard.

What is that?

Restraint.

So you do have it.

Remember this feeling, Dante.

If you ever spill blood in my home,

or go after the pregnant woman

without a direct order from me...

You and I are gonna have a problem.

This isn't like Frank. He's not answering his cell.

Okay, but it hasn't even been, like, six hours.

Why don't you just try Dr. Dorman?

Daddy?

Oh, he's not home yet, babe.

Where is he?

Hello?

- Hi, Katie, it's me. - Dad, how are you?

Can I speak to your mother?

Um, it's actually not a great time.

Oh? Why's that?

Uh, Frank didn't come home from work,

so she's on the phone with Dr. Dorman.

Dr. Dorman?

His partner.

Listen, Katie, I know I haven't always been

the best father or husband.

- Dad. - Listen...

I just want you and your mother to know...

that with the retirement and all that...

I don't have work to choose over you guys anymore.

So...

I'm gonna make a lot more time.

I'm gonna be there...

for both of you.

Okay, do you, like, have cancer or something?

- No. - Okay, good.

Um, she's off the phone with Dr. Dorman

if you want to talk to her.

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What's up, Ben-dejo?

What, you recognize this place?

You fuckers have been digging into my past?

Shoot first, ask questions later,

like every other cop.

I was Border Patrol, asshole, not a cop.

You think this fucking kid cares what badge you wore?

- What's this? - Your job.

My man here got picked up by Border Patrol

a few weeks back.

Who is he?

Just another migrant to you.

You want me to bust an illegal out of detention?

You're gonna call my boss and tell him no?

Well, what's this guy's name?

Juan Doe.

Look, even if I was still on active duty,

which I'm not,

do you have any idea how many tonks

use fake names like these when they get processed?

You shot an unarmed teen dead in an alley,

and you got to keep your pension.

No offense, but you seem pretty resourceful.

The detention system makes the DMV look organized.

You're not asking me to find a needle in a haystack.

You're asking me to find a needle in a stack of needles.

It's not my problem, migra.

Figure it out by morning.

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What are you doing here?

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Business...

opportunities.

Friends of my wife.

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Hola, mi amor.

Dante.

How long before your flight back to Baja?

I put together a little dinner party

for some of the other collectors.

- Will you stay? - Anything for you, my love.

Come on.

You're leaning on the art.

Esme Gallo.

Dante.

You're a guest of Paloma's?

If I was a guest, I might feel more welcome.

Then what are you doing here?

I go where he tells me.

That painting you just ruined

is 200,000 pesos.

For this piece of shit?

I painted that piece of shit.

What the hell, Ben?

You told me to get her somewhere safe.

In what language does that mean

put her in my daughter's room?

What'd you expect me to do?

I don't exactly have the money for a hotel.

All right, look.

Here...

just...

It doesn't have to be five stars,

as long as it's not on the ICE list.

She can stay tonight,

but tomorrow she can't be here.

Why not?

Because I don't want her here.

Ben, you can't just say that shit and not tell me why.

I told you. Her baby daddy's cartel.

Now, you go and tell her

that we're gonna rent her a motel room

- starting tomorrow. - Wait, wait, wait.

You want me to tell her?

Well, you're the one who speaks español.

And "¿dónde está el baño?" isn't gonna cut it on this one.

What's up, Ben-dejo?

What are you doing, calling me here?

You said we were gonna meet tomorrow morning.

Whoa.

Careful.

You're gonna have a, like, heart attack, homes.

How long have you been out there watching me?

You think my boss gives a shit

about that little pupusa sleeping in your crib?

You're dead wrong.

Now come outside.

I'm sick of cleaning up your messes.

Is that Frank's car?

It was.

Now it's not.

You want to stay up all night, cowboy?

Don't just stand there.

Grab the VIN tags from the door.

Tools are right there.

And when you're done,

don't forget the engine block and the windshield.

You should be happy.

Your ex-wife's single again.

I'll be happy when I'm done with you people.

You got a plan yet on how to get Juan Doe out of detention?

'Cause that's how you get done with us.

Morning.

Hey. I made pancakes.

Mm.

¿Qué?

¿Desayuno?

Tu amigo Garrett.

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Me voy al motel.

No.

You, no motel.

You're safe for now.

Seguro.

El Catrin is not interested in you.

Here...

Here you go.

Mm.

Gracias.

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Okay.

Ben Clemens.

As I live and breathe.

- You call that living? - Miss me that bad, huh?

Couldn't stay away?

Unlike your wife.

That hurt, Ben.

You know we're going to counseling.

Can't imagine why.

Oh, fuck.

God damn it.

Hey, Ben!

What the heck you doing here?

I just hit the gym.

Don't look so shocked, you skinny prick.

Hey, you just disappeared on me last night.

It's starting to be a bit of a thing with you.

I got shit to do.

What, am I supposed to check in with you

every time I leave the house?

Um, Kate called me, by the way.

She's worried about Frank.

Apparently he didn't come home last night.

Guy's probably on a bender.

Frank? Are you kidding me?

Who knows what people do when no one's looking?

Yeah, about that.

You and I are long overdue for a talk, Ben.

That's gonna have to wait.

Well, how much longer?

Till I'm good and fucking ready.

Ben, you can't just keep walking away.

Yeah, I can.

Do me a favor.

Keep an eye on Katie.

You're gonna cuff me?

Fuck that. I ain't no wetback.

If you'd just listen to me, it's pretty fucking simple.

I was born in the U.S.

I walk you in there

as a witness to the magistrate, all right?

Then you ID your guy, I hand over the paperwork

that I grabbed at my station, we walk him out.

If it's so simple, then go in and find him.

Are you fucking crazy?

There's no way I'm gonna pick that guy out on my own.

Still can't tell us beaners apart, huh?

Look, you know this guy.

I-I'm assuming you've met him before, right?

Yeah.

It'll be a lot easier to pick him out

if you lay eyes on him.

And what happens if one

of your Border Patrol butt buddies recognizes you?

Ah, it's nowhere near my old station.

Agents come and go all the time.

That's the thing about working for the government.

Now, come on.

I'm gonna need your Glock.

Like hell, Ben-dejo.

You're gonna walk in there with a gun?

No.

Then you're smarter than you look.

But not smart enough to think about what might happen

if someone sees that I don't have one.

Just in case you pull an Angel Suarez on me.

Turn around.

I can't believe this shit.

All right, be cool.

Someone sent the wrong Juan Doe to court.

Judge is pissed.

Guy that was collared with him was supposed to ID some tonk for me.

They both got to show up at arraignment.

Get back!

Thanks.

What the fuck is wrong with you white people?

There he is.

- You sure? - Yeah, that's him.

You!

You're coming with us. Come on.

Hey. Migra.

Remember me?

I'm the one you tied to a fence like a dog!

God damn it.

Get back!

You heard what I said... Get back.

Hit me.

¿Qué?

I said hit me, you fucking greaseball.

- You okay, brother? - Yeah, he got me pretty good.

- Come on, let's go. - Take care of it.

I'll fill out the incident report.

Come on.

- Out of the way. - Let's go.

I thought you said you wouldn't be recognized.

Shut up.

Uncuff me.

- I will, just hear me out. - Now!

My gun.

We had him.

Look, they were about to lock down the whole place.

I had no choice but to get us out of there.

Just walked out and be done with it.

Did you see the agents rushing toward us?

All they had to do was take a closer look at my bullshit paperwork.

How the hell did that guy know you?

I'm the one who got him put in there.

Look, I-I-I think I know a way to fix this.

I'm listening.

Detention center protocol

dictates that if a detainee commits a crime,

like attacking an agent, he gets handed over to ICE,

and then he's transferred to another facility.

Juan Doe will be transferred, where?

Adelanto... three hours north.

I did you a favor, man.

Getting past one or two agents in a transpo van

is gonna be a hell of a lot easier than facing down

a detention center full of them.

All right, ese.

You bought yourself some time.

Who you calling?

Big Mo'.

How's your sister?

Yo, I'm gonna need you guys.

Yeah, well, it turns out CBP has me on the payroll

for the next couple of weeks.

Yeah. Yeah, well, you know how that goes.

Uh, tell me, is ICE making that transfer

this afternoon to Adelanto?

Well, someone fucked up my paperwork,

and I just need to confirm the time.

Okay.

Hey. Thanks, Junior.

Next round's on me, buddy. All right.

Jesus Christ.

Why don't you just send up smoke signals next time?

What's the name of your gang... Probable Cause?

You find us that route yet?

The drop's at 4:00 p.m.

They're gonna take the I-15 north

to Escondido to avoid the city traffic.

Best time for us to take our shot is here...

Off the highway, last mountain road

before the San Pasqual Valley.

And you've driven this route?

I've made drop-offs there.

Yeah, I bet you love locking up busload of Mexicans.

We could set the Lexco cable here, easy.

Lexco cable?

Bridge rope from my cousin's metal shop.

20,000-pound test... Stop an ICE van pretty quick.

Galvanized cable?

That's the plan?

Take the head right off the driver.

No head, foot comes off the gas,

van stops.

Works for me.

- Yo, me too. - Yeah.

Hey...

we do this without anyone dying, or we don't do this.

No offense, but we tried it your way last time, migra.

You think I'm...

Oh, shit!

Ah, son of a bitch!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey, what the hell?

That's my truck!

- Let us know! - We're good to go.

- What is it? - I don't know.

- Yeah, that's good. - Go, go, go, go, go, go!

What is this guy's problem?

Pull over!

Pull over! Stop!

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Ah!

Ah.

Yeah! Fuck, yeah!

Ha! I told you, bro! Shit!

God damn it.

Get out!

Man, they found us.

Them too.

I'm not here for them.

Did you see their necks, bro?

- Straight money. - Hell, yeah!

That shit went perfectly!

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Yo!

Where the hell you think you're going?

Take a piss.

What, do you want to hold it for me?

Hi, you've reached Jill.

I can't get to the phone right now,

but leave a message.

Hey, Jill. It's me.

Uh...

Kate told me what's happening with Frank.

Listen, I-I know that you're aware

that I've been carrying around some anger about the guy.

The second that I found out that he...

he might be missing...

I realized that it wasn't him

that caused the cracks in our marriage.

It was me.

I don't know if I'm gonna get a chance to...

To say the things that I want to say here.

That I...

Uh...

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Uh, Garrett Cox?

Yeah.

Holly Vincent, HSI.

Mind if I come in?

Uh...

you know, actually, it's, uh... It's not a great time.

Look, I just had a few things I wanted to run by you,

and then I will get out of your hair,

let you get back to cooking your meal.

Sure. Okay.

Okay. Great.

It's nice.

Cozy.

Kind of small.

What?

Oh, you know, I just figured, a handsome young guy

like yourself would have a live-in girlfriend...

or boyfriend maybe.

Shit, I don't fucking judge.

You, uh, call in sick

the day they gave you sensitivity training?

Sit down.

I just wanted to ask you a couple questions

about a coworker of yours...

Ben Clemens.

Uh, yeah, I don't work with him anymore.

He's retired.

That's right.

But you do know the man.

Well, I'm friends with a lot of guys I work with.

I bet you are.

You are one friendly-ass motherfucker.

I can tell by the dimples.

Did he tell you about that unarmed kid

he gunned down in the alley a few years back?

No.

But you heard about it.

Locker-room talk?

Yeah... yeah, I mean, sure.

It makes Ben an interesting choice

for a role model, doesn't it?

Ben's a good man.

Hmm.

You see these two dead guys?

We found them out in the desert

with your friend's fingerprints on his car.

We also picked up some tire prints

from the scene...

same tires come standard issue on CBP trucks.

Chevy Tahoe.

Like the one you drive, isn't it?

I might've lied

when I said that this was just gonna take a sec.

Truth is, this isn't gonna be quick or easy.

We got a lot of shit to talk about.

So I'm gonna ask you some questions.

And I want you to think long and...

really fucking hard before you answer

each and every one of them.

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Shame what happened to Javi.

Thanks for bringing my brother home.

What's up, mi'jo? Andale!

You and me...

are gonna have some fun together.

Call me Mazo.