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- Anderson? - Here.

- Argenta? - Here.

- Clemens? - Here.

- Cox? - Yes, sir, here, sir.

- Calm down, hotshot. We do this every day.

Knoblock?

Here, unfortunately.

- He's such a knob. - Right?

All right, that does it for the UDA traffic report.

Now, before we hit it,

Midnights spotted four illegals in Imperial Beach

who took a swim around surf fence.

Three are in custody.

I want you newbies to pay attention

to the king tides we're having right now.

This can and will affect the strategy of crossers.

Ah, the ever-elusive aquatic tonks,

splashing their way to freedom.

Lights.

If I could give you some advice...

Stay alert, stay alive, stay the fuck off YouTube.

Hey, I think I'm riding with you.

Name's Cox. Garrett Cox.

Listen. You're gonna ride with me,

you're gonna forget everything you learned in basic.

Especially about profiling.

Is this 'cause I didn't laugh at your joke?

Our jurisdiction covers 100 miles inland

of any border or coastline in America.

Now in that zone, 4th Amendment protections do not apply.

Which means I can and will stop and search anybody

that I suspect is breaking immigration laws,

despite how you might feel about it.

How much longer you planning to stare at shrubs?

Not shrubs.

Signs of passage.

Fuck you doing?

I-I just gotta return the text.

You're on duty.

Yeah, it'll... it'll take, like, one second.

Well, sometimes that's all it takes.

See over there?

Cartel has spotters.

Their only job is to watch us.

The second you check your emails,

they send a tonk across.

Or worse, they take a potshot with a sniper.

Huh?

Look, as long as you're working with me,

your sole function in life is to make my job easier.

You...

Hey! Jesus!

Hey!

Clemens!

He's swimming back to Mexico! Let him go!

None of these suckers can swim!

Oh, shit.

Clemens!

Dispatch, this is Victor 107, we go an officer down.

I repeat, we have an officer down.

Hey!

Fuck.

Coming in, coming in!

I got him, I got him, I got him, okay.

Lead me in.

Just right here.

Get the mask.

27, 28, 29, 30.

Go.

Okay. All right, all right, let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, you fucker.

- Hey, hey. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I got him. On your side, here you go.

Okay. I got him, I got him.

Come on, come on. Is that really necessary?

He almost just died.

Hey, there's two kinds of people in this world.

Those who choose to break the law and those that don't.

That's the real line, not that fucking fence.

Now, you wanna get home at night,

you damn well better remember it.

Hey. Come on.

Up you go.

I got him.

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Hey, Val, what's up?

How you doing?

Okay. You?

How are the kids?

Getting by.

I-I'm just calling to see how things are going with the house.

Uh, I had a few issues.

It's gonna take a little longer than I thought.

Well, the bank's been calling nonstop.

Look, I hate to pressure you, Ben,

but I'm starting to have to sell off

some of Javi's old things. A gold watch, a Sea-Doo.

His old Bronco too.

Me and the kids are having a garage sale this weekend.

But it's not gonna be nearly enough.

Hey, Val, I'm so sorry. I gotta go.

I'm gonna keep working on it.

Hello, Ben.

It is good to see you, my friend.

Can't say the same.

Let's walk.

If you're gonna kill me,

can we do it without all the hiking?

I'm no killer, Ben.

But your men just cut the fucking heads off

two federal agents, so don't act like you're some sort of saint.

This was not my first career choice.

I went to college in the States.

School wasn't my strong suit.

I'm a family man. Like you.

So when my father got ill,

I had no choice but to return home.

His last decision was to put me in charge of the business.

The family.

You can imagine my older brother, the firstborn son...

He didn't take it well.

Come on. We're not far away.

Hey, why are we here?

Since you brought my brother back home,

he has taken an interest in you.

And that is not a good thing.

I know you judge Dante for

what he did to that girl you took north.

Beating the shit out of her? Yeah.

Not to mention killing my ex-wife's husband.

Dante is a product of his upbringing.

He has his whole life ahead of him.

I believe he can become something different.

- A better man. - Yeah.

But his father doesn't have that hope.

For many years, Puerto Libre used to be known for its lobsters.

But shortly after we moved in,

the fishermen's traps started going missing.

Mazo puts them to a different use.

He stuffs them with his enemies,

throws them overboard, alive.

Lets the lobsters do their work.

They can digest everything...

But the teeth.

Cross him and he will find a way to dispose of you.

If he's such a fucking monster,

why didn't you let him rot in that detention center up north?

If they found out who he was,

it could put the whole family in jeopardy.

And I can't allow that to happen.

Family takes care of family, Ben.

I believe this belongs to you.

I want you to have it back.

In case you find yourself in need of protection.

Not with that.

You made your choice.

Hey.

Hola, amigo.

How the hell did you get here?

Fucking Civic.

I brought some cervezas.

You gonna let me in?

No.

Are you serious?

Man, I took a long drive down.

Well, I got a shit ton of work to do.

Should've called before you came.

Yeah, I didn't realize I needed to book an appointment.

What are you doing here?

I had the day off. I figured we could catch up a bit.

You almost sound like you don't want me here.

How did you find the place?

The girl.

You know, the one you brought across the border

in the middle of the night?

Maria Elena.

Yeah.

Huh.

I like what you've done with the place.

Yeah. Has that old Clemens touch.

If this is what you've been spending all your time on,

why isn't it further along?

This from the guy who's never used a power tool in his life.

So now you're an authority on construction?

- Uh... - I didn't think so.

It's not that easy, genius.

Especially when you have to do it all by yourself.

All right, well, I'm here now.

Might as well give you a hand.

Uh-huh.

You made a good habit of taking off on me lately.

Hey, where did you go the other night,

when you... you left me at your house?

Ran out of toilet paper.

Oh, right, yeah.

How about Katie's party, then?

Needed paper towels.

Making a lot of messes, aren't you?

What's your fucking problem?

Nothing. Relax.

Just giving my work buddy some shit.

Wouldn't want you feeling left out

just 'cause you're not on the job anymore.

How's it going?

Actually, you did miss some crazy shit

around the station now I think of it.

Yeah? What's that?

There was an ICE truck that got jacked.

Jacked?

Someone strung a bridge cable across the highway.

Killed two agents making a run up to Adelanto.

Freed the migrants in the back.

Wow. That's fucked up.

Yeah.

Cut their heads clean off, it was...

Those were some sick bastards.

I hope they catch them.

Yeah.

Get this.

One of the guy's brothers,

he died in Afghanistan a year back.

He was raising his dead brother's kid,

and his wife's pregnant.

Oh, that fucking sucks.

And the other guy, he's got an autistic kid.

Hoyt went to high school with him, actually,

said he's the nicest guy in the world.

We're putting together, like, a fund for them.

Hey, count me in.

I saw the pictures, man.

It's the worst thing I've ever seen.

It's like one of those videos they show you at driving school.

Yeah, I get it.

- "Faces of Death" type of stuff. - Yeah, I get it.

- I almost fucking puked... - Hey, man!

Show a little fucking respect! Jesus!

It's fellow law enforcement guys, man.

You want someone talking about someone you love like that? Huh?

So is this it, then?

What?

Are you planning to spend the rest of your retirement

down here working at a glacial pace

on your old partner's house

and avoiding the rest of us like the plague?

I haven't even been down here two weeks,

so cut me some fucking slack, all right?

Yeah, I know you well enough to see something else is going on.

Oh, something else?

Ben. Ben, hey, hey.

The Ben I rolled with in Victor 107 would've cuffed that girl

out in the desert, pregnant or not, and turned her in.

Now she's living in your place instead.

That's quite a change.

Well, maybe I haven't seen an expectant teen mother

be forced to be with an abusive cartel prick.

You ever think of that?

- So you felt sorry for her? - What the f...

Is this some sort of a... A therapy session?

That Salvadoran girl didn't have a choice.

If I didn't help her, she'd be fucking dead.

Which means, if you think about it,

I didn't have any choice either.

Right?

You know who did end up dead

was a couple of guys out in the desert.

W-What's weird is they found them

right where I picked your ass up.

You hear anything about that?

It's hot outside.

Fuck this.

Cheers.

So you're telling me you don't know anything

about two dead Mexicans?

Desert's a harsh place.

Tonks die out there all the time.

You ought to know that.

Heat stroke, dehydration, sure.

But these guys were killed violently.

Could've been a rip crew.

A rip crew?

Yeah, they kill people all the time.

How are you hearing this shit anyway?

At work.

Sounded familiar, so I checked the map,

and it was a couple hundred yards

right from where you dropped your pin.

You accusing me of something?

No, but...

Think about it from my perspective.

You rescue a pregnant girl

who's some cartel asshole's punching bag.

You take her to the States so she and the baby

can have a fresh start.

Hell, I probably would've done the same thing myself.

But when I picked you up,

you were wearing clothes that smelled like a corpse.

Could've gone home, took a shower, had a nice meal.

And yet, you turned around and went right back to Mexico.

On foot.

That doesn't sound totally fucking crazy to you?

Hey, sounds like you got all the answers.

What do you want me to say?

I'm asking you...

are you... are you in trouble?

Look, I got a job to do.

Javi's widow is depending on me; I gotta finish that house.

Right, 'cause a burnt down shack in a cartel town

seems like a real solid real estate investment.

It was important to my friend, and now he's dead.

And I'm the only one who can do it.

Don't talk about Javi.

Hey, I don't give a shit about Javi.

I give a shit about you, man. What...

Why don't you just go home?

Yeah, well, I could ask you the same question.

Well, you've been asking a shitload of questions

ever since you got here.

What are you, some kind of interrogator?

All right, you wanna work? Let's work.

How's it going over there?

Yeah, all good. I'm done.

It's not bad.

You wanna help me with this?

Ready? One, two, three.

- That about right? - Yeah... yeah, perfect.

- You got it? - Yeah.

- Good? - Yeah.

- You got it? - Yeah.

I gotta ask. Who sent you down here?

I don't know if it's Mexico or retirement,

but you're starting to sound paranoid.

Hey, man.

I was on the job ten years before

you came out of your daddy's ballsack.

I know when people are trying not to sound like

they're full of shit.

You wanna talk about who's full of shit?

You came down here acting all buddy-buddy,

but all you've done is pump me for information.

And yet, I haven't gotten one straight answer out of you.

Why don't you just make it easier on both of us?

Tell me who you've been talking to.

No one.

Tell me, man, who?

I'm your friend, Ben.

How's it going over there?

- Yeah, all good. I'm done.

It's not bad.

You wanna help me with this?

Ready? One, two, three.

- That about right? - Yeah... yeah, perfect.

- You got it? - Yeah.

- Good? - Yeah.

- You got it? - Yeah.

I gotta ask. Who sent you down here?

I don't know if it's Mexico or retirement,

but you're starting to sound paranoid.

Hey, man.

I was on the job ten years before

you came out of your daddy's ballsack.

I know when people are trying not to sound like

they're full of shit.

You wanna talk about who's full of shit?

You came down here acting all buddy-buddy,

but all you've done is pump me for information.

And yet, I haven't gotten one straight answer out of you.

Why don't you just make it easier on both of us?

Tell me who you've been talking to.

No one.

Tell me, man, who?

I'm your friend, Ben.

And I don't like the way you've been acting.

How the fuck have I been acting?

Well, for one thing, you haven't been thinking about your family.

Frank's missing; Kate and Jill are freaking out.

Why aren't you there in San Diego with them?

Frank might not have meant much to you,

but he does to them, and that should mean something.

I mean, the guy's gone.

Kate's worried sick, up half the night, I...

I'm fucking...

How do you know how Katie's been sleeping?

Ben, it's not... It's not like that.

Oh, what's it like?

- It's... it's not what I meant. - Oh, what did you mean?

Yeah, tell me how it is.

I-I asked you to look out for my daughter.

Oh, you... you're being an asshole.

Are you fucking my daughter?

The fuck?

- You have to go. - Hey, who is that?

You can't be here.

- I'm not going anywhere. - That fuck.

Look, then you're no one, all right?

You're not border patrol, you're no one, you understand?

Not a fucking word!

What are you doing here?

I was told you spoke to my brother earlier.

I came to thank you, Ben.

Who's your friend?

To la migra.

And la migra's amigo.

My friend can't drink, he's... he's leaving now.

That true?

It's a long drive home.

I'm in no hurry.

Salud. Salucita.

My name is Damaso.

- Damaso. - Mm.

I'm Garrett.

Garrett.

Yeah, time to go.

Come on, pal. Let's go.

Why are you here, Garrett?

Just to help with the house.

Oh, you had some bad luck again, huh?

Nothing I can't handle.

Why don't you and I, we go have a look, yeah?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, help yourself.

_

_

What the fuck did he just say?

Who the hell is this guy and what's he thanking you for?

Less you know, the better off.

Just take a fucking hint.

- You gotta get out of here. - Don't like waiting.

Yeah. Go.

It's strong.

Yeah.

You know what they say about building a house on sand.

Listen, he's just here to help.

Nothing more. Let him go.

Or come back later. Whatever you want.

Nah, I think he should stay.

Let's have some fun, hmm?

Drink.

- Let me take a swig. - No.

What's the matter, puñal? Don't you like it?

I'm not your puñal.

Then drink.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Drink, drink.

Better.

Hmm.

Where's all your food?

I wasn't expecting guests.

But we can go into town, pick something up.

No, no, no, no, no. I don't think so.

I was just getting to know my little puñal, hmm?

So the fridge is empty. So what?

We have a whole world of fish outside.

Yeah.

Not so fast, puñal.

All right, that's... That's enough of that.

Hmm.

You seen enough?

Yeah, I got my gun in the car.

No, no, no guns.

Why do you think I had you look after Katie?

Drink, puñal!

What the fuck's this guy's problem?

Just do what he says.

Any bites yet?

No. Not one.

This is why I hate fishing.

Even as a child, I could not understand how any man

could spend all day standing on the pinche shore...

Then what the fuck are we doing here?

Waiting. For what?

One fish at a time.

Keep drinking, puñal. I'll be right back.

And when I do, that bottle better be on your lips, eh?

What happens if we don't catch a fish?

Hey, how do you know this asshole?

I just met him. I told you before.

The less you know, the better off you'll be.

This guy's gonna fucking kill me.

Next chance you get, you get the fuck out of here.

I mean it.

- This is fucked up, Ben. - No kidding.

Why go after one fish when you can catch them all at once?

Puñal.

You're drinking, not eating.

Hey.

So, how do you two know each other?

He's my daughter's boyfriend.

Boss.

Here's to old friends.

And to new ones.

Salud.

Hey, I'm hungry.

Yeah.

Adios, Mezcal.

What else do you have to drink?

I think I'm dry.

Hmm?

Then what's this?

Oh, shit, I forgot I had that.

Blended Scotch whiskey.

Is this the shit that real men drink in the States?

What do you Americans know about real men, hmm?

Hmm?

The streets of Tijuana are running with gringo puke

because none of you can hold your liquor.

Bullshit.

The streets of TJ are running with puke because it's Tijuana.

We don't have shitholes like that in America.

- Shitholes? - Yeah.

Fuck America!

You can't pass a gram of cocaine

on a table without snorting it.

But I guess you need that to take your mind off

of all these school shootings, huh?

Enough, enough.

I'm not gonna listen to this bullshit anymore.

This... I'm... I'm...

Is there any fish left?

Hey, puñal.

I didn't say you could eat.

Fuck you.

If I'm gonna die, I'm not gonna die hungry.

Hmm.

Well, fuck me...

Hey. Um...

I remember the first time I got shit-faced on Chivas.

I just had my heart broken.

Yup.

Not by a woman, though. Over a car.

1971 Plymouth Barracuda.

Tor Red. Fuck, I loved that car.

Ah, senior year.

Driving home late from a game.

Hit a rough patch of gravel, wrapped around a tree.

I was so upset I stole one of my dad's bottle of Chivas.

I made a little line on the side of it

so I could replace anything I drank with some water.

I ended up drinking the whole fucking thing.

Yeah, had to face the music twice about that one.

Once for the car, once for the bottle.

I didn't have a car.

For me, it was a horse.

Valentina.

The best horse on... On my grandfather's ranch.

Strong, faster than anything I had ever seen.

But for some reason...

She liked Juan Diego more than me.

I groomed her, I fed her every day.

But when Juan Diego came to the stables...

The bitch would gallop right over to him.

What's so funny?

Oh.

Everyone's telling stories. It's story time.

Well, I got one.

It's about a good man I knew once.

Bit of an asshole, but brave as shit.

I'll never forget the first day I met him.

We saw some kid nearly drown off Imperial Beach.

This guy just jumps right in anyway.

He never flinched, never hesitated.

Just do us all a favor and shut up.

Just the right thing to do. Just pow!

But now that same motherfucker won't even

kick his legs when he's drowning himself.

Huh?

Well, I guess some people just don't wanna be saved.

Oops.

Hey. What are you doing?

I'm getting more to drink.

I don't know about you pussies, but I'm thirsty.

Now we can talk as men.

My son Dante tells me that

you and my brother are becoming very friendly.

I wouldn't exactly put it like that.

He's a charming motherfucker.

Tells you what you want to hear.

He tried with Dante. Still is.

Juan Diego talks about tradition.

But in this business,

if you don't move on from the old ways, you die.

The Zetas know this. Sinaloa too.

If we do not expand, they will crush us.

But you, mi amigo.

You will help us prevent that.

I think you might have had a little too much to drink.

_

Hey, hey, hey.

This is the future.

What the fuck?

Your migra friend, he didn't finish his job.

Javi.

I paid him a lot of money to bring me a lot of guns.

No. That's not possible.

But the delivery never came through.

That's okay. I don't need him now.

I have you.

Find the guns and bring them to me.

Why don't you just go to fucking Walmart

and buy some new ones?

Those are my weapons.

I paid for them, and I want them.

And not a word to my brother, eh?

Why not?

Thought this was a family business.

The reason Valentina galloped to Juan Diego and not me?

He fed her sugar. Every morning.

Yeah.

My brother, he is very manipulative.

He is not to be trusted.

Oh!

That's funny.

He said the same thing about you.

Well, it's alive.

Go on, you take it.

You're gonna need it a hell of a lot more than me.

You got a long drive ahead of you.

I was gonna tell you last night,

but I never got a chance.

Go on, spit it out.

You were right.

I was right?

I didn't come down here just to shoot the shit.

I was approached by Homeland Security.

You're the subject of an active investigation,

and I think we both know why.

You...

I didn't go to them. They came to me.

You think I give a shit about that?

You fucking spoke to HSI,

and I'm only just now finding out about it?

- What did you say to them? - I didn't tell them anything.

I need to know exactly what you said to them.

I didn't say anything, 'cause I don't know anything,

'cause you won't tell me anything.

You need help, Ben.

And if you're not gonna take it from me, then...

Get it from someone else.

At least you would if were still the man I thought you were.

Garrett.