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(insects chirring)

song plays: ("El Chino" by Charlie Way)

Asi me gusta baby.

See? Makes all the pretty girls smile.

Even the ugly ones.

But we leave them at home.

(laughing)

- Todo bien Papi? - Si.

How can we argue with a pretty smile?

We got five full K's this time.

90% pure.

Happy to trade.

I love it when our

two countries can come together in unity.

Si.

Right sweetheart?

Claro que si.

Salud.

- Ha ha. - To America.

And Mexico.

Viva.

Salud.

(engine rumbling)

Woo!

She's nice, right?

Hmm.

- Woo. - (clapping)

Me encanta como bailas mi amor.

Yeah.

Nice.

(gun clicks)

- Shit. - Don't move...

(woman screams)

...or die right here.

Give him the case.

Do it.

Give him the fucking case.

Eyes down.

Hey, it's me.

Eyes down!

No, no, no, it's me.

It's me. It's Kahane.

No, no, no, we're DEA!

- We're DEA! - (gunshot)

(woman screams)

No, no, no!

(tense music)

No!

(gunshots)

Jesus fucking Christ.

What'd you do that for?

He recognized me.

We used to work together.

Let's go.

Now!

Shit.

(tense music)

Chief!

Come on!

(engine cranks)

(heavy breathing)

(woman yelling)

(women screaming)

(woman screams)

(tense music)

There were two of them.

(heavy breathing)

Chief, we gotta go.

Let's blow this pop stand.

(sirens wailing)

(birds squawking)

(waves lapping)

(children yelling)

(gentle music)

(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

Agh.

(grunting)

[Woman on TV] For three days now

the crowd has remained here at full strength.

Their agitation is apparent

but they have been remaining peaceful for the most part.

Their frustration and passion

seem to be less directed toward the current issues

facing the San Diego--

[Man on TV] Un-authorized migrant crossings

at the South West border are at all time high.

More than 1.9 million

in the last eleven months

but as of yesterday here in Southern California,

Mexico and the U.S. authorities

have discovered a nearly eighteen hundred foot

tunnel used to smuggle drugs from a home in Tijuana, Mexico

to a warehouse south of San Diego.

About seventeen hundred pounds of cocaine were seized--

[Woman on TV] Police spokesperson

outside of the initial press conference

explained little regarding the alleged brutal assault

of the migrant driver on Monday by an officer--

(gentle music)

[Man on radio] Authorities have found about 15

sophisticated tunnels on

California's borders with Mexico since 2006

but this recent one is one of the largest on record

and the efforts into moving people and drugs

into the country, shows no signs of stopping.

(protestors yelling)

[Protestors] What do we want! Justice!

(yelling continues)

That's him.

That's him.

Ugh.

(protestors yelling)

(truck engine revs)

(phone ringing)

(clears throat)

Yeah, once that--

I'll call you back.

Hey, Joe.

Hey,

don't pout big guy.

You look good.

All dressed up for your big day?

Hey come here.

No.

Come on, come here.

I don't want a hug.

What? I'm not gonna give you a hug.

What's wrong with you?

Wait, do you need a hug?

I mean somebody here probably knows how to.

I'm sure I could find somebody. (laughing)

Thank you, yeah.

(laughing)

(knocking on door)

Come in.

Sit down.

Can't figure any of this shit out.

Sir.

Ain't no job in the world

where having a bad day has bigger repercussions,

maybe an airline pilot.

That's right.

Okay.

Watch.

(sirens wailing)

(man grunting)

(police radio chattering)

Joe! Hey, Joe, Joe, Joe, Hey!

No cameras. Turn those off. Turn them--

Now for the good stuff.

Joe, Joe.

Stay on the ground.

Take it easy, man. Easy.

Mexican lowlife.

There we go.

That, was the headline.

Mexican lowlife.

Google it and your face comes out.

They have these things they call memes of you saying

'Mexican lowlife' over and over.

Crazy what they can do these days.

Well he was an illegal from Mexico.

He certainly was a lowlife so technically--

Johansen...

shut it for a sec.

Your attitude is a complete PR nightmare.

(knocking on door)

I'm very sorry sir but you have the mayor's party

waiting for you in the press room.

Shit. All right thanks I'll be right there.

Maybe it'd be better if I didn't

go to the press conference because--

Yeah ha ha. Walk with me.

Close my door on the way out.

You do realize you're now the

'defund the police' poster child?

Jesus, Chief the fucking guy had

a dozen traffic girls in the back of that truck.

Gave us chase for two miles.

How come no one mentions that shit in the news?

I get it. Trust me.

That's why despite your lovely behavior

and the shit show of a mob outside

I'm recommending you for a job,

a job that has 'good idea' written all over it.

- Job? Already got a-- - Not much longer.

Look, listen to me.

You'll not only lose your job

you'll lose your pension and you'll probably be prosecuted.

So do you want to hear this

or do you want to apply at Walgreens across the street?

Yes sir. Ehem, I mean no sir.

How's the ankle?

Uh, it's getting better.

Having surgery, I'm taking care of it thanks. Don't worry

Good.

Now 87% of your colleagues have already retired.

Normal humans do that at your age in this job.

You know you do a thing for a while then you

get on your horse and you ride off into the sunset.

So do you want to hear this?

Yes, sir.

The DEA murders in Silverado, remember that?

Yeah, two undercover agents killed in a drug buy.

Real clusterfuck.

Now the night they were killed with those traffickers

we found the body of that working girl.

Yeah, I remember one of...

Mason's girls at Frisky's on the 135.

Yeah.

Well he said he sent two other hookers to that same party.

They weren't found that night dead or alive.

Yeah, I remember it

two missing hookers.

Well, they just turned up.

Mexico.

Shoplifting arrest.

We just got word from the U.S. Attorney

that we can bring those ladies in for questioning.

They were either involved or may know who was.

And I took some convincing

but I got the marshals to agree

to send you down to represent them

and represent us

and bring those two witnesses back here from Mexico ASAP.

Uh, Mexico.

Can I think about it?

Johansen,

this isn't just a good idea, it's the only idea.

Let me spell it out for you

you have to go save yours and our reputation.

Got it?

Or... you're fucked.

[Secretary] Chief, they're waiting for us.

(groans)

(camera clicks)

My fellow Del Vista citizens

it is with great humility and respect for human dignity

that we have come here today to address

an unfortunate incident.

Chief Hernandez will explain

what went terribly wrong.

Chief.

(dramatic music)

(horn blows)

(rock music playing)

[Hernandez on TV] Sergeant Johansen

made an inexcusable mistake

and we're extremely sorry.

He's been a cop for over twenty years

and he's come to realize that-

- Can you turn that off? - there's still things he

has to learn about

the Hispanic people

and their beautiful culture.

Any questions?

To the most wanted man of the 'Me Too' generation

in California Police history.

Ha. And to that kiss-ass job in Mexico.

It's a damn publicity stunt.

Not a job.

I tried to talk the chief out of it.

I figured you'd be better off on vacation till the next asshole

does something politically incorrect,

and then you're just, you know, old news.

[Man] He's already old news!

Thank you Crystal. That was lovely.

You should talk Brynner. She's half your age.

[Brynner] That girl?

She makes twice my pension.

Ha. Bet she does.

So how many years did I work for that asshole Hernandez?

He never sent me to Mexico, huh?

And I got all the shirts for it.

Big man.

Yeah.

Don't do it. Just look at the boss and say:

'It's too dangerous to go to Mexico.'

Mostly because...

What?

Loaded with Mexicans.

- He's funny. - He's right.

Look I just hate assholes who just use

our country as a doormat

to wipe their dirty feet on.

That's bullshit.

Yeah you know the second they cross over that line

they want a lawyer.

They want some-

they want a place to live, they want some extra money.

And they want a green card. I'm sorry... asshole

You're illegal. You don't get shit.

Yeah that's right. My dad came over from Sweden.

The guy I worked his ass off.

Was in the Marines

bled for this country didn't get anything for free

and these people just walk in here.

They want it all

just because they crossed that line.

Think you're gonna hear that on CNN, MSNBC?

But even fucking Fox, man,

they don't tell you the real, not anymore.

- Hey, I love Fox. - Yeah.

Ha ha oh, boy. Used to be bad

but now it's a fucking joke.

- That's right. - Yeah.

The whole fucking thing is a joke.

I agree, so

take it as the big hint you know? Get out of dodge.

Retire, brother.

- And don't go to Mexico. - Yeah, yeah.

Listen to Hilts.

Walk in there and tell Hernandez to shove this job up his ass

and throw that badge on the desk just like Dirty fucking Harry.

Come down, spend time with your friends.

Get a twenty year old on your lap.

There you go.

You weren't much better at conversation

when we rode together Brynner.

I appreciate the pep talk boys but I'm heading south tomorrow

so get me a drink or a stripper

- or something so I can... - Yo!

Robbery.

Hands up.

I'm sorry, ladies

bingo is three doors down.

I just spent some time with your mother

in the broom closet down there.

She's still decomposing?

That is hot.

That's hot.

That's my future ex-wife.

Oh, she never heard that before.

Oh, come on.

What, is it is it me or are these girls--

Getting younger and younger?

No, no. That's just you getting older and older, Tinelli.

- That's right. - I can live with that.

Hey, Johansen you looked good on TV this morning.

Oh, really? Well, thanks, psycho.

Where did you get that hat?

We got to find another place to hang out, strip clubs are so...

I don't know, they're so 80s.

I like the 80s.

80s are okay with me.

Hey, I need another shot.

- Go. - You want?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Something brown.

Let me drive you home, all right?

You sure you want to go tomorrow?

- Yeah. - Easy.

I drive better drunk than you do sober.

- Oh, come on. Please - Yeah, that's right. I'm fine.

- I'm great. - All right.

All right buddy, see you when I'm back stateside.

Hey, you're a work in progress, you know that?

- All right, yeah. - Take it easy down there.

Yeah yeah. I'll have a few tequila shots.

Ha ha. All right.

- On you. - Yeah.

(vehicles screeching)

Hey, what the hell?

Take it easy.

- Take it easy. - Hey. Hey.

I'm sorry, señor.

Señor?

You're sorry?

You got a license?

- Yes, of course. - How about a green card?

Actually, I was born in Arizona.

Have I seen you before?

Yeah, maybe so.

Joe, it's okay man let it go. It was an accident, all right?

Sir, I'm going to go into my car

get my license and registration okay? Just give me a minute.

Hey, you know what you are?

You're...

(exhales)

It's a damn scratch, anyway.

- Ha. - Yeah.

Forget it.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry, sir.

(truck door closes) (engine cranks)

(gentle guitar music)

Ugh.

Hey, amigo,

you'll take good care of that Smith & Wesson.

It's an expensive American piece of art.

And we will cherish her forever.

Don't worry. We'll give it back to you oiled and polished.

Officer De La Cruz.

Mexican Federal Police.

Liaison to the wonderful world of extraditions.

Personally I prefer this .45 caliber Jericho 941

made in Israel.

We can pick our own on weapons here.

Johansen.

Detective Sergeant.

So you're the Great White Whale.

Excuse me?

Gran Ballena Blanca.

Moby Dick.

News down here likes to give personalities, special names.

Your English is pretty good.

My Italian is even better.

Four years, San Diego State.

It's a 3180.

Sign here and here.

The U.S. Marshal signed already this morning.

They meet us on your way back to the border.

Wait.

I thought I was supposed to pick 'em up here.

Andale.

- Detective. - I can't believe this.

Regarding the DEA murder victims in that drug shootout,

the U.S. attorney

just cleared the red tape with the victims' families.

No death penalty in case of prosecution for either

so all governments are happy.

We can now saddle up, cowboy,

and go get your witnesses

our two lovely travel companions.

How long?

Three hours.

Ugh.

One day I'd like to get involved with the DEA.

Put in my time here

maybe a couple more years

and put in for a transfer.

I've already studied in the States on a temporary visa

for four years so should be pretty easy.

Uh-huh.

You know those drugs flow both ways.

It's true, they don't all come from here.

But I admit it gets pretty bad at the border.

Los coyotes make it bad.

We're stopping here?

Exactly.

Don't worry. We make it nice and easy for you.

Quick in, quick out.

Get you home to your beautiful strippers and beer.

I'm fucking with you.

I know it's a stereotype about you American cops.

(dramatic music)

Detective Sergeant.

Mr. Gran Ballena.

Come meet our witnesses,

Leticia Gomez

and Señorita Rosa Barranco.

Someone tried to kill her last week.

¿Nos van a entregar con este güero?

¿Que no lo ves?

¿Que no entiendes?

What the hell is this one yelling about?

She says we might as well kill her now and be done with it.

Okay, I'll think about it. Let's get back stateside first.

Into the car.

Mira si nos encuentran muertos va a ser tu culpa.

¡Pinche cerdo! Me las vas a pagar pendejo.

¿Que no se das cuenta?

Ugh.

[Leticia] Esto no puede ser pasando.

Rosa nos van a encontrar muert--

(car engine revs)

Yeah that's right. Gomez and Barranco.

Got the witnesses right here.

We'll be in San Diego in a couple of hours.

All right, boss.

Porque no le cuentas a tu jefe tambien

que en dos horas nos van a encontrar muertas.

- What? - Tu eres el maton?

(Leticia murmuring)

Pinche gato.

Yeah, yeah.

Shut the fuck up.

I'm tired.

So I was trying to decide

between a cop or a firefighter

but I ended up as a federali at the border.

My English and all.

Make more of a difference that way, you know?

And I might try acting if I ever go to Hollywood.

Sometimes I mess around with movie lines.

You looking at me?

There's nobody else around here.

Or...

Say hello to my little friend.

That's Pacino.

Mhmm.

(suspenseful music)

With my real police skills

plus being bilingual and all,

I think I got a pretty good shot.

(siren wails)

¿Algún problema?

-¡Hazte a un lado! - Soy oficial federal.

(gunshot) (women screaming)

Get down!

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

What the fuck is going on?

No, freeze! Drop the weapon!

Leti.

Leti!

Leti!

(phone line trilling)

Chief, I need help down here.

We were ambushed

by two shooters dressed as police officers.

Yeah, I'm okay.

No, they're dead.

Leti!

I need back up. Right this--

[Hernandez] Ok, ok. Tell me where you are.

I'll find out if I can send anybody.

Shit.

I've been hit.

I'll call you back.

[Rosa] Ayudame por favor.

[Rosa] Leti! Leti! Ayudame!

(Rosa crying)

Leti!

She Dead?

Muerta?

Yes, muerte.

She's dead.

She never wanted any of this.

Okay, we need to find something to bandage my wound.

I knew they were going to kill us for what we saw.

They killed my friend.

My friend Leti!

I need you to go to that vehicle over there.

Look for a first aid kit.

First aid kit.

(Johansen groaning)

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait.

(groans)

No. What are you doing?

Ahh shit.

Come back. Wait.

Ugh.

Wait.

(Johansen groaning)

Come back.

Ahh.

Come back.

(fly buzzing)

Come back.

(soft music)

(footsteps approaching)

[Rosa] That's what you're looking for?

Ahh. Easy.

Use that big one.

Stop the bleeding.

Okay, okay. I don't know you.

I don't give a fuck about you.

They'll be here soon and I won't be here.

Those...

were...

...real cops?

Mexico's finest.

We need to get out of here.

Hospital.

No, no, no, no. That's not where you want to go.

Look I know a place but...

(phone vibrating)

Ahh.

Hey, hey, hey no more of your fucking calls.

Someone knew that we were here when you called everyone.

Now they're going to know that we're still alive

so no more of your fucking calls, entiendes ?

Siempre con el pinche teléfono.

(gentle guitar music)

(gentle guitar music continues)

Uh.

Who are you?

What happened?

Where's that hooker?

I mean...

woman.

Hey, qué pasa?

(handcuff rattles)

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Habla inglés?

Ah, shit.

Don't worry.

You still have all your organs.

You.

What the hell happened?

This is my brother.

He's not one of the ones who tried to kill you.

Like I said those were real police yesterday in name.

But just because you wear the badge

doesn't mean you always live by it.

I believe they're trying to kill you.

This is called kidnapping.

[Brother] Necesita descansar.

Ya cuando se recupere veo que hacer con el.

He said you need to rest.

Then later we'll talk about what we do with you.

Where's my phone?

I need that.

I used it to get you off the road yesterday

where your red white and blue blood

was flowing down the pavement...

and then I smashed it to pieces.

Just relax.

We had a doctor fix you up the right way.

He said the bullet's out but you gotta rest at least a week.

Thanks, but a week? No way.

People from the States are gonna wonder where I am.

You gotta let me go.

No lo puedo tener aqui mucho lo van a encontrar.

Where's my gun?

- I need that. - Hey!

Necesitas. Descansar.

You need to rest.

Wait.

Hey. Agh.

(dramatic music)

(groaning)

Hey...

get me out of these cuffs.

There's 500 bucks in it for you.

A thousand?

Hey...

talking to you.

Comida?

Okay.

Yeah.

Change of the guard, huh?

(Johansen clears throat)

(telenovela plays)

Mhmm.

Gracias.

Bueno.

It's good prison food.

(people chattering)

[Brynner] Hey, how you doing? Hello.

Good to see you, boys.

Jimmy.

How you been, man? Lose some weight?

You look good.

What?

You missing your old life?

No.

I miss my young life.

- Asshole. - Ha ha.

What's happening?

The news is going nuts on all this now, Joe's getting famous.

- Yeah. - Killing some Mexican cops.

On the run with a witness.

One hell of a story.

Yeah.

- (knocking on door) - [Hernandez] I'll call you back.

Brynner.

Okay look,

I know you're all old friends but

I can't start talking out of the office right now.

This turned into obviously the worst move of my career.

Just a concerned civilian now, Chief. Come on.

And I appreciate your concern.

But right now I have to keep this clean and contained.

You hear back from him yet?

I can tell you that I've been on the phone

ad nauseam with state and feds.

They're picking this up. We will find him.

I'm sure there's an explanation for this clusterfuck.

Well, I'm glad you're enjoying your tour of the office

but is there something...

This job...

It's just a little tougher to step away from

than you think it's going to be.

I'd like to get back into the thick of it.

Do some good again.

I'm sure.

I'll let you know if I can use your help Brynner.

But right now just go back to your life

and I'll keep you posted.

As for you, Hilts,

I need you on the Woolsey Street shooting.

Sir, Kamstock's got that covered.

I want you focused on it.

Don't sweat it, guys.

He's a strong one.

This may look as shitty as it gets but

Johansen has a few lives left.

I know it.

Ugh.

Uh.

Thanks Wolfman.

(urine trickling)

(telenovela plays in the background)

[Man] Mama te va a traer comida en la mañana.

Food.

Gracias.

(wind blowing) (birds chirping)

(dog barking)

(telenovela playing)

Aqui tengo su medicina.

Bueno mija no te quedes mucho tiempo con el.

Here.

It's okay, I don't need them.

Take it.

So, whoever came after you yesterday,

us,

had enough money to pay off local police.

That means cartel, traficantes.

Alright well let me make one phone call

and I'll bring some help from the U.S. down here.

Don't worry about it your family's going to be fine.

You get me out of these cuffs all right?

I don't have the key.

Ahh.

That's bullshit.

I won't be coming back with you.

I just want you to know.

You are, like it or not.

You don't get it, do you?

Who do you think is trying to kill us?

(spray hisses) (Johansen groans)

Kill you, you mean. You clearly know how to piss people off.

Well like it or not,

they're now trying to kill you too if you haven't noticed.

I saw what happened that night and they know it.

The night of the DEA murders.

All right, so you saw some

cartel guys that now want you dead, too.

Not cartel.

They were cops.

American cops.

I'm sorry, but coming from someone who hands up

blowjobs for a living that's a tough one to swallow.

No pun intended.

Fuck you.

Hey.

Hey wait I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

So what did you see that makes you think they were...

American police?

(suspenseful music)

I heard them.

The masked men

recognized the DEA agent.

Eyes down.

Eyes down.

It's me, it's Kahane. We're DEA. We're DEA!

[Rosa] And then they shot him.

(gunshots)

Jesus Fucking Christ.

- What did you do that for? - He recognized me.

We used to work together.

He said they worked together.

So,

if they were cops then who's after you, us?

Well we got picked up for shoplifting

so, someone must have tipped off the cartel where to find us.

Okay,

well somehow I'll deal with it

but just let me make a phone call.

It's dangerous.

The longer we're here the more danger for your family, for you.

Everyone.

I'll think about it.

Trust me, I was far from interested in coming back here.

This is my cousin Salvador's place.

I can't even go back to my own village.

They'd be looking for me there.

Why come back?

I guess I could have left you on the side of the road to die.

Well it's a tough choice between that

and being chained up watching Spanish novelas.

(groans)

See, I told you...

bad husband.

No buen hombre.

Dices bien, es muy mal hombre.

Mhm.

Mama.

Cómo te sientes?

Estoy muy cansada, mija.

Descanse.

Okay.

If I go back with you...

will they really protect me?

You want me to bring you back to the States?

Yes,

but keep your voice down.

Okay, yeah.

Witness protection is a real thing

but you have to have information they want.

I do.

Okay, get me out of these cuffs and...

I'll take you back.

It's not up to me.

Who is it up to?

My brother.

(telenovela plays)

Call someone to come pick us up.

Miguel's not gonna like this.

He'll like us dead even less.

(phone line trilling)

[Secretary] Chief, it's Johansen.

He's on the line from Mexico.

Thanks.

Johansen, where the holy hell are you?

[Johansen] I'm okay.

And our star witness Rosa is alive and well.

But we need to get out of here. We need help to do it.

All right, what city are you near?

La Linea, right?

Yeah, it's uh,

say a few hours away from the prison we picked them up.

There's a U.S. consulate in Nogales.

I'll let them know you two are coming in.

FBI's already down there with Mexican federal police.

There's some serious shit coming down.

They could lock you up for twenty years.

So get to that consulate.

Okay we'll get there safe.

Listen one thing...

she's convinced the shooters in Silverado County were cops.

Excuse me?

Yeah, that's right.

American cops.

She seems pretty sure of herself.

One of ours?

Well, she said she heard them and I...

tend to believe her.

Chief?

Just what we need right now

hard enough time fighting the bad guys now we have to fight

the general public and fucking IA?

Just hang tight.

- Let me think about this. - [Miguel] Rosa,

ven a comer.

All right, I'll call you again tomorrow

or the day after, alright?

Yeah okay. We'll work it out.

I gotta go.

Johansen one more thing--

Lunch.

Es para ti.

Ven con nosotros.

Padre te agradecemos por nuestros alimentos

por favor protegenos siempre.

Y por favor ayudanos a salir con bien de esto.

- Amen. - [All] Amen.

Rosa...

preguntale que si le gusta la comida.

You like our food?

Oh yeah.

Do you know what 'queso de puerco' is?

Okay yeah. Yeah, I like cheese.

(family laughing)

What kind of 'queso' is it?

Dile.

It's uhm...

head cheese.

Brains.

No, no, no, it's from the pig's head.

(Miguel laughing)

Well I guess that's better.

Rosa...

quiero que me traduzcas por favor.

dile que lamento que nos este acompañando

bajo estas circumstancias

me gustaria que fuera diferente

pero que todos estamos muy agradecidos por salvarte

gracias.

He said that

you're a guest here but that he apologizes for the circumstances

and that they're all very grateful for saving me.

Yes.

A guest.

Hice lo que tuve que hacer para salvarles a los dos

asi como usted yo tambien soy policia.

Hey...

there are bad cops here

and in the States, too.

My brother's honest.

Ya le dijiste lo del cartel?

He told me earlier that those cops

were paid by the Sinaloa cartel

to kill me and my friend.

Well it sounds like you're in a bad spot

but it's got nothing to do with me.

And yet,

you're the one wanted for murder.

What?

They said you killed the federal and the two Mexican cops.

The authorities are looking for you. It's all over the news.

Then why am I sitting at a policeman's table

having lunch with his family?

Why am I cuffed to a damn bed?

Huh.

La familia es todo.

[Rosa] Family is everything.

Dile que cuando se siente mejor lo llevo a la frontera.

Por lo pronto se queda aqui

que hay mucha gente buscandolo fuera.

He said when you're healthy he'll take you to the States

but until then you have to hide inside

because we're all dead if you don't.

- There are spies everywhere. - Okay, okay but what about her?

Ella se queda

aqui.

He said I stay here.

No, I can't do that.

I came down to get her.

She can help solve who killed those DEA agents.

In America, we can protect--

No you can't!

Salvador.

Let's give our guest some time

to think about all his options.

Go.

- Ahora. - We should talk about this.

This is bullshit.

Agh.

You're making a huge mistake, buddy.

What's wrong with this country?

Miguel?

Hmm.

I have to go back with him.

No.

I'll take him back...

and he'll tell them you were

also shot on the road and died.

But you're not going.

They will find us here.

Think of mom.

I have to go to the United States.

I want to go. You know that.

They will find you, Rosa.

They're going to kill you and make sure of it.

Miguel.

Why do you have to go?

I knew when we brought this guy

this was going to happen.

- You want to go play or what? - Miguel, stop!

Everything will be okay.

(dogs barking)

[Miguel] Salvador, come quick!

(dogs barking) (tense music)

Fuck.

- It's the Cartel. - Listen!

Take mom to the room. Quick!

We only want Rosa and the American!

The rest can go free!

(man yelling outside)

We don't have all day!

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

[Johansen] You need to unlock me!

I need the handcuff keys back here!

I need the keys!

[Johansen] They're coming in to the back over here!

Hurry up!

Salvador! GO!

Behind you! Watch out!

(gunshots)

(somber music)

(tense music)

(gunshots)

(tense music)

Ahh!

(groans)

(gun cocks)

[Johansen] Hey!

You okay?

Yes, yes. I'm good!

(gun clicks) Ahh shit.

They're coming to the front door.

(women whimpering)

[Rosa] Todo va a estar bien, Ma.

(both screaming)

You okay?

You okay?

Yes.

- Stay down. - Si okay.

(tense music)

(gunshots)

Damn it.

(gasping)

[Miguel] Se tiene que ir.

Los dos.

He said we got to go.

Both of us.

Way ahead of you.

Thanks...

for everything.

Mom... no.

- You deserve it. - No sweetheart.

It's yours, take it.

Take it.

You're going to need it.

My princess.

I love you so much mom.

(somber guitar music)

- I love you. - I love you so much.

Go.

Esto es nuestra señora de Guadalupe.

[Rosa] Thats our lady of Guadalupe.

She's a symbol of our identity

and also of social justice and femininity.

Great. My favorites.

Si quieres pelear con los lobos tienes que ser un lobo.

If you want to fight with the wolves...

you got to be a wolf.

I know.

Gracias.

Mija.

Mi princesa.

[Johansen] Gotta go.

(engine cranks)

(somber guitar music continues)

(wires zapping)

(engine cranks)

(somber guitar music continues)

What are you doing?

Calling my boss, telling him

we're skipping his fed chaperones.

Going with your connections.

Coyotes, right?

Every time you call that fucking guy someone tries to

come and kill us. Are you stupid or something?

I'm sorry, I've known him for twenty five years Rosa.

Then how do you explain what happened at my house

when you called him?

My cousin is dead!

- I can't. I can't. I'm sorry - My cousin is dead! He's dead!

Okay, okay. Calm down. Calm down.

And my mom almost died and Miguel's hurt.

I'm sorry about Salvador.

He was a good man.

All right.

Okay?

You okay?

All right.

So who do you know that you trust that you can call?

There's this...

There's this old buddy of mine, Brynner.

He's a tough guy.

Yeah I trust him.

So call him and tell him to come and get us when we cross, okay?

Okay.

Over there.

Keep going.

(dramatic music)

Is it set up?

He said they'll take us to the border

and then we're on our own.

Tell your friend he can pick us up there.

We leave tomorrow at midnight.

[Brynner] Remember call me when you get across.

That's right.

You hang in there. I'll get you home soon.

Yeah, I know.

We'll be here till then.

Hey, Brynner.

Yeah?

Thanks, buddy.

No sweat.

You hungry?

I know a place that still delivers.

Okay.

(TV playing in background)

My mother's money came in handy.

The coyotes charged us $4,000 each.

That's a lot of money.

Bringing people across is big business.

Thanks.

Well I always pay back my debts.

Hmm.

You're welcome...

Johansen.

Mike.

My name is Mike.

You're welcome, Mike.

You have a family?

Got married twice, divorced twice, and that's it.

Oh, no kids.

End of story.

[Man on TV] The police are still looking for the pair

along Highway 1.

Officials say Johansen and Barranco

are armed and very dangerous.

Hey.

You miss your home?

Do I miss my home?

Yeah, I guess.

My best friend,

she grew up watching her

mother and her grandmother

go from nothing to nowhere.

Just living a life of struggle and pain.

But she knew a place where everyone had a chance.

America.

She paid a coyote group to get us across.

And she had a cousin in Los Angeles who would

raise me and put me through school.

(Rosa sighs)

But she never set foot on American soil.

She died a hundred yards away from her dream for me.

With two fat, slobbering coyote scumbags

breathing down her face.

And I got away before they could do the same to me.

So at sixteen...

I lived on the streets...

undocumented.

And you learn some things there.

Some things you shouldn't have to learn.

But I survived the States.

I stayed alive.

And I know I can do it again.

Well, I'm sure you can.

Look, it's late.

Let's get some sleep.

(knocking on door)

[Johansen] Yeah?

[Hilts] Any dumb ass cop in there who want a ride

back to the land of the free?

Hilts?

[Hilts] Don't shoot me, big guy.

Fuckin' Mexico, man.

I've been telling you since I saw--

Hey!

Hey!

Ahh fu--

Are you packing?

No!

Okay, turn around.

Glad to see we're still good friends.

How'd you know I was here?

Hernandez?

Your heart felt call to an old buddy traced back to a village

about eight miles down the highway.

Three hotels between it and the great wall.

Still got it.

Alright.

So why in the hell are you here?

We.

Look, it's a shit show back in the States.

Internal Affairs and the FBI are all working

on coming down here and grabbing you today.

We're thinking it's best to do it this way.

No press, no bullshit, nobody knows.

Just us.

But we're planning to go with her contacts, the Coyotes,

tonight.

Hey man,

trusting's hard.

Knowing who to trust...

is even harder.

Hello, Miss.

I'm Hilts.

Old buddy of Mike's here.

Yeah,

he's with that guy I called to meet us.

That's right,

Brought the old boys club.

Okay, so where are we crossing?

Close to where you came in.

So get yourselves ready and meet us out back in five.

Okay.

Good to have you back buddy.

- Hey Hilts... - Yeah?

Thanks for sticking by me.

(door closes)

Alright, let's get out of here while we still can.

(footsteps approaching)

Young lady, your chariot.

God, I've missed this work.

Let's roll, Chief.

Vacation's over, Johansen.

You look like hell, by the way.

(engine cranks)

- Good to see you, Brynner. - Yeah, ha ha.

So many questions, my friend.

Oh-ho.

You okay? You feel all right?

Yeah, somewhat tired.

I got a 0.9mm through and through

right by the spleen there,

and I need to have it checked out.

Don't worry about it. We'll take care of you.

Alright, which way home?

Left.

Okay, let's blow this pop stand.

(suspenseful music)

Rosa...

surprised you got this far with this guy helping you out.

But...

happy to finally have you.

Hard to believe I am so willing...

to risk my ass to be the one to bring

the fugitive Johansen back across the Mexican border...

illegally.

(Brynner laughing)

The irony, huh?

So, Joe...

how's your head?

Taking this all in okay?

Ready to put this mess behind you and get back home?

Yeah, well, I'm ready for a damn bath anyway.

So which way are we going?

Pretty near the regular crossing.

Got a couple of amigos helping us out.

So tell me...

what does an aging retired cop do for fun?

Do you ever get bored?

Miss the chase?

The control?

Is it hard to just let it all go and become a normal nobody...

- ...cares about you civilian? - Come on.

Guess what?

Nobody cared about me before.

(suspenseful music)

(women screaming) (gunshots)

[Brynner] There were two of them.

[Tinelli] Let it go. Let's blow this pop stand.

[Kahane] No, no, no!

Si quieres pelear con los lobos

tiene que ser un lobo.

What's that about a wolf?

Yeah.

If you want to fight the wolves you gotta be a...

wolf.

[Tinelli] The fuck is that supposed to mean?

(whispering) These are the wolves.

Trust me.

(suspenseful music)

Hey Brynner...

can I talk to you for a second?

[Brynner] Yeah, sure.

- Outside. - Oh.

Yeah okay, yeah.

Let's pull up over there.

(suspenseful music)

Let's go down here.

[Johansen] Listen, I need to ask you something.

[Brynner] Sure.

That night at the warehouse...

the DEA murders...

the killers may have been cops.

Cops?

Yeah.

Jesus you know...

We gotta get you to a doc boss man, come on.

- I was wondering... - Let's get going.

Maybe your twenty something years

of being an outstanding officer of the law

has a scent about all that.

An instinct or two.

[Hilts] Hey Joe, it's getting hot out here.

I'm fucking retired.

They don't tell me shit anymore.

Come on what's the word fellas?

Joe's concerned that the beauty queen may have told him

that there's some police officers

involved in the Silverado shooting.

- Cops? She told you that? - Yeah.

What's going on? Did someone get carsick?

Hey, this isn't the place for this.

No.

No.

Actually, it's the perfect place.

Give it up. Give up your piece come on.

We're gonna have to have a little chat.

Mike, give it to him.

[Tinelli] Come on. Come on.

Okay.

[Hilts] Look, we're here to save you, Joe.

That night was meant to be an easy in and out.

No shots, no dead,

easy cash.

We're gonna big 'fuck you' to those cartel assholes

bringing their shit poison into our country.

It is what it is.

Yeah, the DEA wasn't supposed to be there.

We didn't know. We were there for the money.

You know how it is these days you make one shit mistake,

some asshole's down your throat

trying to defund you and demoralize you.

Do we miss the body cams and the TV? No.

But the rest of it, the chase, the control, the power,

yeah, I miss it.

I do. We need it Joe. You need it too.

All right, we don't have enough time.

Go get her.

- Ahh! No! - Easy, easy, bitch.

No, no, no!

Don't fucking touch me!

Come on!

I wish to hell I'd made that night disappear

but we can do that right now,

right here.

Look, we just take care of her and we drive.

That's it, we just drive away all right?

I'm sorry they sent you down here for this Joe.

Okay.

I've tried to talk the chief out of it but--

It's too late for this, we don't need this.

You dragged me across the border

just to leave me here to fucking die?

I should have just stayed with my mom and Miguel!

Shut up!

Hey, wait.

- [Tinelli] Stupid bitch. - [Johansen] Wait listen.

Please don't let them kill me.

There's gotta be another way.

The girl's gotta go.

Easy, Chief.

What are you doing?

He's coming back with us. We talked about this.

You gotta let her go Joe.

Let's let this Mexican shit hole flush itself

and we'll all get the hell back home.

What do you say?

Let her go, Joe.

(Rosa coughs)

Or do we dig two graves?

- Brynner I'm talking to you! - What the fuck!

Calm the fuck down! What the hell's wrong with you.

- Don't do this! - You outta your fucking mind?

(gunshot)

Uh!

What the fuck.

Fuck.

Joe, wait a minute.

Come on, man. Don't. Gimme a break here man.

Agh!

(Rosa screams)

(tense music)

(both groaning)

(screaming)

(gunshots)

You fucking bitch!

(screams)

(gunshots)

(body thuds)

(gunshots)

[Johansen] Stay down!

(gentle dramatic music)

(gasping)

Oh fuck.

Sorry.

Fucking Mexico.

(gentle dramatic music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Okay.

(engine cranks)

(people chattering)

You okay?

Yeah.

Here, take this.

We leave at midnight.

(gentle music)

(people chattering)

(gentle music continues)

(truck rumbling)

(groans)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(groans)

Muchachos lo hicimos!

Lo hicimos! Felicidades!

(joyful laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(not audible)

(wind blowing) (birds chirping)

Thanks.

Alright.

- Congrats. - Thanks, man.

Feels good, doesn't it?

What's that?

When the crap ends.

Yeah.

Pretty good.

Hey, better when they love you than when they hate you,

you gotta admit.

Can't argue there.

Ha ha Johansen.

There wasn't much future left for you

and somehow you found it you son of a bitch.

Commendations and all.

Thankfully,

the rest of the guys, well...

they deserve to just be

forgotten.

And they will be.

That's right.

I still got a lot of work to clean up in the department

but at least you're no longer the monster in the closet.

Keep it that way.

No problem.

[Hernandez] Oh well, well.

Must have been months since you two didn't have

nineteen lawyers between you.

Go ahead.

Thanks boss.

Ugh.

Hi.

Hi.

(exhales)

Nice speech in there.

Oh, really?

Meh.

Good enough.

Look, I tried to contact you but they wouldn't let me.

With all the stupid legal stuff.

I know.

So,

how do you feel, Mr...

Medal of Honor police man?

Like Swiss cheese.

Two more surgeries. Still have to fix the ankle.

Fallen apart. What can I say?

Well, you look better in pieces than

most men do, put together.

Really? Thanks.

I mean, you're... You look very...

Pretty?

I mean I don't want to put words in your mouth, but...

Yeah, I was going to say something like that.

So, how are you doing?

Well,

the DA cut me a pretty sweet deal so

I'm now on my way to becoming an official U.S. citizen.

Really?

Great.

- Yeah. - Ha ha.

Well, that's, that's great, yeah.

Well you deserve it.

You know, maybe I'll, um...

Maybe I'll see you around.

Maybe you will.

Yeah. Okay.

All right.

See you around.

(footsteps receding)

Hey, Rosa?

(gentle music)

You like American coffee?

It's the best.

I know a place.

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(soft music)