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(metal clangs)

(tense music)

(eerie music)

(electricity buzzing)

(dramatic music)

(solemn music)

(speaking Spanish)

(phone ringing)

(speaking Spanish)

(ominous music)

(phone beeps)

(speaking Spanish)

(ominous music)

(speaking Spanish)

- Rigo.

(speaking Spanish)

(thunder rumbling)

(tense music)

(solemn music)

(gunshot bangs)

(cows lowing)

- Come on, Jackson.

(gentle music) (dog barking)

(Jim sighs)

Sorry, girl.

(solemn music)

- BP, this is Jim Hanson.

I have a good four or five IAs heading north

out near my range.

About a half mile from the fence, over.

(radio static buzzes)

- [BP] Copy that, Jim.

Agents on the way.

(radio beeps)

(birds cawing)

(man gasping)

- Easy.

Easy.

Hanson here, better send a medic out.

Found one left behind.

Over

(radio static buzzes)

(solemn guitar music)

(cows lowing)

Ch. Ch. Ch.

(light music)

- You James Hanson?

- Who's asking?

- Carl Niamh from Pima County Merchant's Bank.

It's a notice of trustee of sale.

Let you know that the ranch is to be sold

at auction in 90 days.

- What?

- [Carl] Law requires you be notified.

I'd have called, but I couldn't find

a phone listing for you.

- I was in last month to explain my situation

to Ned Fremont, he assured me-

- Yes, well, Ned's no longer with us.

Not sure why he didn't follow it,

but bank policy is to take action

if there hasn't been a payment in over six months.

You should also know, Mr. Hanson,

that the bank has the right to sell the property

before those 90 days if it receives a reasonable offer

from a third party.

Mr. Hanson?

- That hill over there.

Spread my wife's ashes on top of it last year.

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- Look, Mr...

- [Carl] Niamh.

- I'm no deadbeat.

I just need a little time to sort things out.

Get back on track.

- Yeah, like I said, you've got 90 days,

you know, most likely.

My number's on there if you have any questions.

You have yourself a good evening.

(solemn music) (engine starts)

Crane's almost built and I got to watch my budget and all.

Anyway, don't you have a ranch to run?

- Sold most of it off.

Down to the last few head of cattle.

Christine's medical bills wiped me out.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Could dig that hole for ya.

Be done by sundown.

I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need the job.

- Jim, that kind of work is not for someone...

- Someone my age?

Come on, Randall.

You know I can out-work any man here.

- Listen, I got a new project starting next month.

Come see me then, I'll see what I can find for you, okay?

- Yeah. Okay.

(cows mooing)

- I was out your way last week.

Things are lookin' mighty lean.

- Tell him about it.

- 70 cents per pound.

We're talking 17 grand?

- Could you make it 20?

- There's not a lot of profit selling

underweight cattle, you know.

(herders shouting)

I'm sorry, Jim.

Let me know what you decide, buddy.

(cows mooing)

(muffled country music)

- Sorry to bother you, Sarah.

I thought you'd want to know.

- I appreciate it, Angie.

- Yeah.

It's been a long time since I've seen him here.

- Hey there, stranger.

- Hey.

Sarah.

- This seat taken? - It's for you.

Great.

- No thanks.

Thanks for the call yesterday.

A few more hours, that fellow would have been

one for the coroner.

- His lucky day, I guess.

- Not sure he sees it that way.

Walked all the way from Honduras.

Spent his life savings on a coyote,

who left him in the middle of nowhere.

All for nought.

- It's a cruel world

- That pass has kept us busy all week.

The cartels are running everything through there.

Drugs, people, guns.

- What else is new?

- I worry about you.

Out there on the front lines all by yourself.

- It would be fine if the government

would get its shit together and figure that mess out.

- What is going on?

What are you doing back here?

- I'm wondering that myself.

(laughs) What the hell am I doing?

I guess I'm trying to understand how you work

your whole life, serve your country,

pay your taxes, and end up without a pot to piss in.

Lost my home, my livelihood.

And they only person who made any of it worthwhile.

- Come on.

Let's get you back.

(Jim sighs)

- Leave it, Sarah, just leave it.

- Ah.

I like to remember her like this.

Smiling, laughing.

I never seen my mom so happy as the day she married you.

- It wasn't right, her going out the way she did.

Watching her suffer like that.

I couldn't imagine anything worse.

Now I know

- Come on.

Let's get you to bed.

(Sarah groans)

Come on, Pops.

Curse these old bones.

(solemn music)

- [Jim] Wasn't right, Sarah.

- I miss her too.

Rest up.

- Yeah.

(door opens and closes)

(ominous music)

(speaking Spanish)

Who's the best dog in the world?

(Jim chuckles)

(tense music)

- Mama!

(tense music)

(speaking Spanish)

(Rosa shouts)

- Who's a good boy?

Jackson is.

Jackson.

(gravel skidding)

Jeez.

Hey, hey, wait, wait.

You're never gonna make it through there like that.

It's miles to the nearest road.

Comprende?

- You will help us?

- I'll call the border patrol

- No, sir, sir, please, please, no border patrol.

I pay you.

- What?

- To help us, I pay you.

- I'm not a smuggler, lady.

Border patrol will help you out.

Listen, get you to a doctor.

- Please sir, no, no.

Please.

Please.

Please.

- Dispatch, this is Jim Hanson.

- [Dispatch] Go ahead, Jim.

- I've got two IAs, about a click south of Stoneridge.

- [Dispatch] Copy that.

We're stretched thin right now.

It'll be a few.

- Ten-four.

I'll get you some water.

- Mama!

(ominous music)

(dog barking)

- Jackson, stay.

(man whistling)

(speaking Spanish)

- Habla English.

(man chuckles)

- I come here to take the woman and the boy.

- Sorry, Poncho.

These illegals are mine.

- You are border patrol?

- Marine Corps.

(man laughs)

- So you are keeping your country safe all by yourself, huh?

Marine Corps?

- Something like that.

- I'm a soldier too.

My orders are to take them back with me.

(Jim chuckles)

- You're no soldier.

And I don't scare easy.

Now I've already called the cavalry,

so I suggest y'all just turn around and adios.

(tense music)

- I am not going to ask again.

The woman and the boy.

Hand them over.

- This ain't worth it, boys.

- Give them to me!

(gunshot bangs)

(Rosa screams)

(suspenseful music) (gunshots banging)

- Get in the truck.

Move.

(gunshots banging)

(man shouting)

(engine rumbling)

(gunshots banging)

- [Miguel] Mama!

Mama!

(dog barks)

- Oh, shit.

Stay down.

(dog barking)

Jackson, quiet.

(dog barking)

Jackson, shh.

Dispatch, this is Hanson.

I've just taken heavy fire.

I've got a wom... (feedback ringing)

(dog barking)

(man shouts)

(suspenseful music)

- Jefe?

(speaking Spanish)

(solemn music)

(raspy breathing)

- Okay.

That's it.

Nice and easy.

- Sir.

They take him.

They kill him.

- No, those guys are gone.

They're gone.

- No, please.

All I have is yours to help him.

This.

My cousin.

Chico.

Please.

- Mama.

(speaking Spanish)

(solemn music)

(speaking Spanish)

Sir.

Please.

Please.

- Mama.

Mama!

(Jim exhales)

- Doesn't make sense.

- No point trying to understand the cartels.

Better just to avoid them.

- What's gonna happen to the kid?

- Unaccompanied minors are sent to holding in Nogales.

He most likely will end up in foster care.

- Diaz.

What was the boy talking about?

- He said if you hadn't stopped them,

his mother'd still be alive.

- He's just a kid.

Jim.

I need you to come by the station and make a statement.

(insects chirping)

(dog barks)

- [Jim] Good boy, Jackson.

(horn honking)

(people chattering)

Morning, babe.

Get some grub, huh?

Let's get some grub.

(eerie music)

(tense music)

Good boy.

(engine rumbling)

(voices echoing)

- [Rosa] All I have is yours.

Take him, take him, please.

- God dammit!

(suspenseful music)

(tense music)

- Danny.

That a kid whose mother died last night.

Has he been sent down to Nogales yet?

- No, he's being deported.

- What?

- Mexican authorities say he's got a relative

waiting for him on the other side.

- I need to see him.

- Sorry, Jim.

Can't do that.

- Just a few minutes.

Already cleared it with Sarah.

Call her and check.

(door buzzing) - Make it quick.

- Thanks.

(phone ringing)

- [Danny] Yes?

- Psst, hey.

Come on.

You're not safe here, comprende?

Let's go.

Come on.

(tense music)

(people chattering)

Hey.

(engine rumbling)

(speaking Spanish)

Stay here.

Understand?

Come on, Jackson, come on.

Aww, dammit.

- Gentlemen.

Passports or visas, please.

- [Woman] Open the back, please.

All clear.

(speaking Spanish)

(engine rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

- The hell you doing here?

(speaking Spanish)

Listen to me, or you're going to get yourself killed.

They send you back, those men are there

waiting for you, comprende?

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

What?

I'm doing what your mother asked.

I'm taking you to your family in Chicago.

You know, Chicago?

Familia?

You don't understand a damn word I'm saying.

(tense music)

(solemn music)

(suspenseful music)

(fire roaring)

("In the End" by Andrew Simple)

J Heaven knows I've seen darkness J

J And I've seen what it can do &

J Heaven knows that I can't stop this

Hey.

You hungry?

Thirsty?

Food.

Comida.

Yeah?

Mm.

Hey.

What's the matter?

You gotta be hungry.

That's what I thought.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ There's a storm, it's on its way ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ In the end ♪

♪ Yes, in the end ♪

♪ Everybody's gonna pay ♪

(dog panting)

(muffled country music) (bell rings)

Hey.

- Hello.

- I need to buy an Atlas.

- A what?

- An Atlas.

Like a map book with all the states.

You could try looking on that bottom left shelf over there.

We don't really sell maps much anymore.

Everyone pretty much just Googles it on their phone.

- Hey.

My lucky day.

- How about that.

You going on a road trip?

- Yeah, something like that.

- There's no price on this.

It's probably outdated.

You can have it on the house.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

(coins clinking)

Thank you.

Have a good one. - You too.

(tense music)

(guns clicking)

(ominous music)

(speaking Spanish)

(man sighs)

(birds chirping)

(phone ringing)

- Sarah Reynolds.

- [Jim] Sarah.

It's Jim.

- Thank God.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Just called to tell you not to worry.

- What the hell were you thinking, taking that kid?

- They were gonna kill him.

The ones who killed his mother.

They were waiting for him at the border.

- So you don't come to me with that information?

You just take him and leave?

Christ, Jim, you put my ass on the line here.

I can only keep this thing quiet for so long.

I need you to bring back that kid, now.

- I can't do that.

- [Sarah] Why not?

- His mom, she...

We made like a deal.

(Sarah sighs)

- Jim.

Listen.

We send agents up to your house.

It was burned to the ground.

Whoever these guys were at the border,

they're not messing around.

Now tell me where the hell you are.

- I'll call you later.

- [Sarah] Jim.

(ominous music)

- God dammit.

Why the hell did you have to cross my property?

You damn well ought to appreciate what I'm doing for you.

- I don't even want to be in your stupid country.

- Well, well, well, he speaks.

Hey Jackson, hear that?

(speaking Spanish)

(tense music)

(speaking Spanish)

- I want to go home.

- Look, it's not safe for you there.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because your mother asked me to help.

- Why did you call the border patrol on us?

- Because I didn't want to find your bodies on my land.

- If you want to help me you'll take me back.

I'll find my own way home.

- Taking you to your family in Chicago.

After that, I don't give shit a what you do.

Look.

It may not seem like it right now, but this is what's best.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry what happened to your mom and all.

(bell dinging)

Oh, shit.

(car door closes)

(muffled country music)

(bell rings)

- I gotta go.

Bye.

(speaking Spanish)

No, I'm sorry.

- Hmm.

- I come here looking for a man and a boy.

And they driving a truck.

A pickup truck.

- Yeah, he was here.

He was on a road trip.

- You know where?

- No, sorry.

- You know which direction he go?

- I didn't notice.

Sorry.

(speaking Spanish)

That's not really what that...

(tense music)

(girl gasping)

- Show me.

(gunshots banging)

(ominous music)

(speaking Spanish)

(engine rumbling)

- This is just about dry.

You're lucky the block didn't crack.

You see it's leaking around the core.

There's something lodged in here.

Looks like a slug.

Someone using your truck for target practise?

- Yeah, something like that.

Can you replace the radiator?

- [Mechanic] Yeah, sure.

Take a day or two to get the part.

- We can't wait around that long.

- I wouldn't drive it the way it is.

You could blow your engine.

I suppose I could probably patch it temporarily

so that you could get where you are going.

- [Jim] Great.

- See you tomorrow.

- What?

- It's after six.

We're closed

- [Operator] Pima County Merchant's Bank.

You may enter an extension at any time.

(phone dialling)

You've reached the voicemail of Carl Niamh.

Please leave a message.

- Yeah, Mr. Niamh.

(phone line beeps)

Mr. Niamh, it's Jim Hanson here.

Listen, I was able to work something out.

If you can give me just a few more days,

I can come in and make things current on my loan.

Thanks.

(muffled country music)

- Okay, double whiskey and a Coke.

You boys ready to order?

- I'll have the steak, rare.

- And for the young man?

- Can I have a hamburger?

- [Waitress] Mm-hmm.

- [Miguel] Thank you.

- Thanks.

Where'd you learn to speak English?

- [Miguel] School.

- Must have been a good student.

- My mom, she made me study a lot.

- Those men at the border.

You know why they were after you?

- My uncle Carlos.

He did something that made the cartel mad.

Called my mom and said we had to leave.

- What about your dad?

- He's dead.

Died before I was born.

- Your name is Miguel?

- [Miguel] Yes.

- Jim.

- I need to go.

- Uh-huh.

Oh yeah.

Go on.

(muffled country music)

- Jim.

(knocking on door)

Jim.

Jackson.

(solemn music)

Good boy.

(dog barking)

(solemn music)

- Jackson?

Little shit.

(wind chimes ringing)

I'll do the shopping from here on.

- Hey.

No guarantees on that, yeah?

If I were you, I'd get the whole thing replaced

when you get back home, wherever home is.

- Yeah, will do.

- How old's your boy?

- He's not my kid.

You know how to read that thing?

We're around here some place.

(computer beeping)

(ominous music)

(phone dialling)

(phone ringing)

(speaking Spanish)

(tense music)

- Can I help you?

- [Man] Jefe.

Jefe.

(speaking Spanish)

(tense music)

- If you had a phone, coulda looked up the fastest way.

- So I hear.

- Why do you not have one?

Is it because you're old?

- What?

- [Miguel] Some old people don't like phones.

- Nope, that's not it.

Nobody needs to call me and I like it that way.

- Do you think I'll like it in Chicago?

- Don't know why not.

I spent some time there one summer

when I was about your age.

I remember how green it was.

Oh, and the hot dogs.

You like hot dogs?

You'll like these.

Chicago is famous for 'em.

No ketchup, though, uh-uh.

Mustard, pickles, that sort of thing.

Never had one as good anywhere else.

(tense music)

What the hell?

(siren wailing)

(turn signal clicking)

Stay calm and be quiet.

- Your licence, please?

Looks like you had a little incident.

- Yeah.

- How are you there today, young man?

- Okay.

- Any weapons on you, sir?

- I've got a .45 under the seat and a rifle in the back.

Both registered.

- Step out of the vehicle, please.

- I didn't think I was speeding.

Is there a problem?

- I just want to have a word with the boy.

It'll only take a minute.

(dog barks)

- [Jim] Jackson.

Stay.

- Walk back to my vehicle, please.

Go ahead and have a seat in the back.

(radio beeps)

- [Man On Radio] Conway.

You out there?

I got tired of waiting today without ya.

Go ahead and have a seat in your truck

while I run your information.

- Can I have my keys so I can run the AC?

- It'll only take a minute.

- Jackson.

Good boy.

- You didn't talk to the boy.

- What?

- You said you wanted a word with the boy,

but you didn't speak to him.

- Get in the truck.

- How much?

- Excuse me?

- How much are they paying you to betray that badge?

- Get in the truck.

- You turn us over to them, they'll kill us.

- Get in the fucking truck!

(Jackson snarls)

(suspenseful music) (men grunting)

- Miguel, back in the truck, now!

(suspenseful music)

(engine rumbling)

Stay down.

(speaking Spanish)

- Where is he?!

Where, where, where?!

- I don't know!

- Don't look.

(ominous music)

(gunshot bangs)

(bird cawing)

(man shouts)

(tense music)

(engine rumbling)

(tyres squealing)

I'll be right back.

(gun clicks)

That'll be fine.

- If you're paying cash, I can do 900 for both,

ammo's on the house.

- Sounds fair enough.

- That's my name.

Devil Dog, huh?

Nam?

- Two tours.

- I had a brother over there.

He didn't make it back.

- Sorry to hear that.

We lost some good men.

- We did.

Gotta run a background check.

Normally doesn't take too long, but the computer's down.

Might be a few hours, tomorrow at the latest.

- I can't wait.

You see, I'm just passing through.

- I'm sorry.

I can't risk losing my licence.

- Look, I'm no criminal, but someone's after me

and I need to watch my back.

The police can't help me.

I know it's asking a lot, but it's life or death.

- Something bad happens, these end up in the wrong hands...

I'll report it stolen.

- I understand.

Thanks.

- This trouble you're in.

That your own doing?

- Not exactly, but I made a choice,

and I gotta live with it.

- So long as it's for the right reasons.

- Sarah, Jim's on the phone.

- Listen, the DEA says the man you saw at the border

is Mauricio Guerrero.

Recruited as a kid, soldiering for the cartel ever since,

and the man that you shot, that was his brother.

- Jeez.

- Mexican police have a source who said

that kid's uncle stole money from the Vasquez cartel.

Found him hanging from an overpass.

I don't know exactly what you've got going on here,

but it is not worth it.

This Mauricio will find you.

And when he does, he will kill you.

And that boy.

It's time to let this go.

(solemn music)

Jim?

- Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

I'll bring him in.

- [Sarah] Where are you?

- In the Texas panhandle somewhere.

A town called Wayber.

- Okay, find the local sheriff's office.

They'll get you back here.

- No, I can't trust them.

- Fine.

Then I'll come myself.

Just stay off the streets and lay low till I get there.

Can you please do that for me?

- Yeah.

What do you think?

- Okay. - Yeah?

(solemn music)

Here you go.

- [Miguel] Why are we parking here?

- I think it best we stay out of sight.

Go on, take your backpack.

I'd like a room, please.

- $39 plus tax.

Credit card and ID, please.

- Will this do?

(water running)

Go on.

Get yourself cleaned up.

(ice machine humming)

- You're welcome.

Oh, I'll get some salt for the eggs.

- Forget the salt.

- Do you think they'll marry?

- I dunno.

Suppose they might.

- I have a girlfriend at home.

Some day, I'll marry her.

Do you have a wife?

- Not any more.

- What happened?

- She died.

Cancer.

Shitty disease.

They say you get used to being alone after a while.

That's just crap.

- You could get a girlfriend.

- I don't think so.

I'm not young and handsome like you.

- When we get to Chicago, the first thing I wanna do

is eat a hot dog.

- Look, Miguel.

It's late.

Maybe you ought to get some sleep, huh?

(dog whining)

Want to go out, boy?

(tense music)

(man shouts)

Jackson.

Miguel, wake up.

We have to go.

(suspenseful music)

(phone dialling)

- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?

- There's a robbery in progress here at the Blackwood Motel

on route 12.

There's at least three men with guns.

- [Operator] Three men, sir?

Can you describe the men?

Hello?

- Go.

(door slams open)

- [Operator] Hello, sir?

Hello?

Sir, are you okay?

(tense music)

- Marine Corps!

You killed my brother!

You can't hide forever, Marine Corps!

(siren wailing distantly)

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

The truck is right through there.

Go, get in it, and wait for me.

Okay? - Where are you going?

- I gotta get my dog.

Go now, I'll be there in a minute.

(siren wailing distantly)

(dog barking)

Jackson, no.

(gunshot bangs) (dog whines)

(ominous music)

(solemn music)

(engine rumbling)

- He's in heaven now.

- No such thing.

Just something people tell you to make you feel better.

My dog's nowhere but buried, and that ain't

where he belongs.

You might as well get that heaven crap

outta your head right now.

- You are wrong.

- The only thing I was wrong about

was driving your ass across the country.

I'm taking you back.

- I know about the money.

I looked in the bag.

- Get in the truck.

(solemn music)

Miguel!

Miguel!

- 911 got a call on a robbery in progress.

We showed up, the owner's neck was broken.

Still money in the drawer, though.

Guest says he saw a man and a boy enter this room last night.

Seems they left here in a hurry.

Maybe you can explain what the hell is going on.

- Where are you, Jim?

(solemn music)

- Look, maybe I should have said something about the money.

It doesn't matter now.

I made a mistake thinking I could help you.

- We're not going to Chicago?

(solemn music)

Sorry about Jackson.

He was a great dog.

- Yeah.

Yeah, he was.

Thanks for helping give him a proper burial.

- I hope someday there's a funeral for my mother.

(solemn music)

(engine rumbling)

- Come on.

Excuse me, sir.

- Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord.

May the perpetual light shine upon Rosa.

May her soul, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

- [Miguel] Amen.

- Thanks.

- It's a lonely experience to lose someone so close.

Especially for a child.

He's your what, grandson?

- No, I knew his mother.

She asked me to look after him.

- That's no small request.

She must've had a lot of faith in you.

(solemn music)

(phone ringing)

- Jim?

- [Jim] Yeah, it's me.

- Tell me you're safe.

- We're okay. - Is that him?

Find out where he is.

- Good.

Now tell me exactly where you are.

I got the sheriff with me. - Sarah.

- I got plenty of firepower.

I just need to know-

- Sarah.

Listen.

The kid's not going back.

That's what I'm calling to tell you.

I'm doing what his mother asked,

I'm taking him to her family.

- That is not up to you.

- And what kind of life's he gonna have back in Mexico?

In protection forever, if he even lasts a week.

- He can apply for asylum here.

With what happened to his mother, he'd have a strong case.

- Can you guarantee he'd get it?

Especially the way things are now.

- Tell me what's going on with you here.

Let me help you while I still can.

- This kid, he didn't bring any of this on himself.

He just needs someone to give him a chance.

I can't shake the feeling that your mom

is somehow guiding me through this.

She'd want me to help this kid.

- If you do this, there's nothing more

I could do to help you.

- I know.

You do what you've got to do.

We're heading to Chicago, give me a few hours if you can.

See you around, Sarah.

- So?

What'd he say?

Where's he headed?

- I don't know.

- [Man On Radio] The killer of a highway patrol officer

there yesterday.

Officer Jay Connelly was found murdered along highway 40

West of Amarillo.

Police say they have little to go on

and are asking for the public's help.

Anyone who may have witnessed anything suspicious

is asked to contact the Texas authorities or the FBI.

In other news, closing arguments are expected...

- I guess we'd better buy another map.

Figure out how to get you to Chicago.

(engine rumbling)

- [Man On Radio] Come on by this Saturday

and see the top championship bull riders,

up and coming barrel racers, and some pros

and women's events.

We have... (tense music)

- Jefe.

(ominous music)

(phone dialling)

(phone buzzing)

- Hello.

Yeah.

No problem.

(gunshots banging)

- Miguel.

Come here.

Wanna try?

Now, stand here.

Now, your finger here.

There you go.

Now, line up this, with this notch,

with that can on the left.

Spread your legs a little.

Now.

Put your finger on the trigger.

The gun's gonna kick back hard.

So brace yourself.

And when you're ready, just squeeze.

(gunshot bangs)

Try it again.

Hold it steady.

Relax your shoulders.

Keep them loose.

Now, take a deep breath.

Let half of it out, and squeeze that trigger.

(gunshot bangs)

You're a natural.

Press this button here to remove the magazine.

Slide back to clear it.

Now the gun's empty and safe.

- You were a soldier?

- Yeah. Marine.

- You fought in the war? - Mm-hmm.

- You killed other soldiers?

Someday, I'll kill those men.

- There's absolutely nothing that feels good

about killing another man.

Your mother died to give you a chance at a better life.

Don't waste it.

- There's a good spot.

(ominous music)

(solemn music)

(scanner beeps)

- Do you still get sad when you think about your wife?

- I miss that woman every day.

Life doesn't always play out the way you expect.

There are good times ahead for you, Miguel.

Your mom's watching over.

She'll make sure of that.

This belongs to you.

- I don't want it.

It's cartel's money.

- Then I guess we've got no use for this.

(gentle music)

You know something?

Not bad.

Ready?

(Jim chuckling)

(phone dialling)

(turn signal clicking)

- Where are we going?

- Let's take some side roads for a while.

(phone buzzing)

- Hola.

Exit two-nine?

You sure?

Okay, gracias.

(speaking Spanish)

(tense music)

(speaking Spanish)

(suspenseful music)

- Is that him?

- Hold on tight.

(tyres squealing)

(speaking Spanish)

(steam hissing)

Shit.

(engine rumbling)

(speaking Spanish)

(tyres squealing)

(tyres squealing)

Get out.

(tense music)

- We should run, he'll kill us.

- Not if I get him first.

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot bangs)

(tyres squealing)

(gunshot bangs)

(vehicle crashing)

(ominous music)

(man grunts)

(gunshots banging)

(tense music)

Miguel, let's go.

Come on.

(tense music)

(speaking Spanish)

Come on.

Stay down, here.

If anything happens to me, you get out of here

and you run as far away as you can.

Understand?

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot bangs)

(tense music)

(gunshots banging)

Miguel, come up here.

I need you to create a distraction.

(gun clicks)

Count to 30 and fire two quick shots out there.

It's ready.

Start counting now.

(tense music)

(speaking Spanish)

(gun clicks)

(speaking Spanish)

(gunshots banging)

(gunshot bangs)

(tense music)

(Miguel grunts)

Miguel.

(man whistling)

- [Mauricio] Marine Corps!

- Get in here and let's finish this!

- Drop your gun!

Drop it!

- Let him go, you bastard.

- Let him go?

Aye.

Gonna make a good soldier one day.

He's going to be trained by the best.

- He will never kill for you.

- No?

You know, I was just like you one day.

We all learn to do what we must do to survive.

Just like you and me, soldier.

- We made our choices.

Let him make his.

- Do you think I had a choice?

Huh?

I never had a choice!

- Miguel.

- You know, he's gonna kill his first man today.

(Mauricio mumbling)

- Look at me.

(Mauricio mumbling)

(tense music)

(gun clicks)

(ammo clip clattering)

(gunshot bangs)

(suspenseful music)

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(Mauricio shouts)

(Mauricio grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(both grunting)

(Mauricio grunts)

(gun clicks)

(gunshot bangs)

(speaking Spanish)

Miguel!

Don't listen to him.

Don't do it.

(speaking Spanish)

Give me the gun.

(speaking Spanish)

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot bangs)

Miguel.

Walk away.

Now.

(Mauricio groaning)

- [Mauricio] Wait.

(metal clanging)

(solemn music)

(gun clicks)

(Mauricio coughing)

- Now you have a choice.

(gunshot bangs)

(solemn music)

(birds chirping)

This is for you.

(solemn music)

(knocking on door)

- Miguel!

(gentle music)

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

Miguel!

(solemn music)

("In the End" by Andrew Simple)

♪ Heaven knows I've seen darkness ♪

♪ And I've seen what it can do ♪

♪ And heaven knows that I cant stop this ♪

♪ Its like a flood is pushing through ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ There's a storm that's on its way ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ And in the end, yes in the end ♪

♪ Everybody's gonna pay ♪

♪ There will be a retribution ♪

♪ Revenge will have its day ♪

♪ And there will be no absolution ♪

♪ And all your secrets made of glass, they will break ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ There's a storm that's on its way ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ And in the end, yes in the end ♪

♪ Everybody's gonna pay ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ There's a storm that's on its way ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ And in the end, yes in the end ♪

♪ Everybody's gonna pay ♪

(solemn guitar music)

(solemn music)