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Like bloodthirsty vampires,

they tear at each other for position.

With the always dominating Warriors in the lead,

two goals to zero.

The Magicians have cast a spell on their opponent.

The game is tense.

The game is tight.

Who will it be? Who will win?

Who will bring glory to their father's name?

Gustavo comes around and charges down the sideline.

Who is he going to pass to-- Miko!

Miko fakes left, fakes right, and passes to Carlos...

[Manuel continues commentary]

[crowd cheering]

[Manuel continues commentary]

[crowd clapping and cheering]

[soft music playing]

[man commentating]

[loud cheering]

[crowd chanting] Jesús!

[chanting continues] Jesús!

[loud cheering]

[crowd jeering]

[loud footsteps thudding]

[ominous music plays]

Illegal tackle! Call the police!

It's highway robbery, I tell you!

Get him out!

Get him out! Get him out!

Get him out! Get him out! Get him out!

Get up, you little bitch.

What the hell are you looking at?

Last time, I kicked you in the balls.

This time?

[Gustavo grunts]

Get him out! Get him out! Get him out!

[cow mooing]

[crowd cheering and clapping]

Let's play!

Jesús.

Dude.

Give it your best in the new world.

Make us proud.

Take care, bro.

[boys groan]

[crowd cheers]

Our powerful and grateful Lord,

You can do everything.

Protect this child

and guide him to his destiny.

Our powerful and grateful Lord,

You can do everything.

Protect this child

and guide him to his destiny.

She would repeat it... over and over.

No matter how bad the pain.

By the time we made it to the caves,

she'd lost a lot of blood.

The Shaman advised us to end the pregnancy.

It was the only way to save her.

But she refused.

Every day,

I would beg for her life.

And yours.

Then, on Easter Sunday,

she left us.

And you arrived.

You know the last thing she said?

"Sometimes he listens,

sometimes he doesn't."

[car horn honking in distance]

[Rodrigo hoots]

Let's go, son.

- [car door opens] - [car engine stops]

[car door closes]

Hello.

Hi, Rodrigo. How are you?

- Good. - Everything good with you?

Almost got lost getting here. There are no signs anywhere.

It's a little difficult to get here. Sorry.

So how's the little guy doing?

- He's ready. - It's the right decision.

Not just for him, for your whole family.

Hello.

The devil must be dancing today.

[Rodrigo chuckles]

But I'll tell you my secret.

Air-conditioning.

[Rodrigo laughing]

It's good, it's good.

[in English] Mustang.

Style.

Well, it's better than a donkey, no?

[car door opens]

Come on, let's go.

[footsteps receding]

- [car door closes] - [car engine starts]

[engine revving]

- [indistinct radio chatter] - [station changes]

[upbeat music plays on radio]

[car pulls away]

[pop music playing on radio]

[pop music continues on radio]

Better than Club Puebla, no?

When was the last time they were champion?

Do you know?

But if you think you're going to run out onto the pitch tomorrow...

No, no, no. No, no.

You're going to have your face in the mud.

Washing cars,

cleaning apartments,

scooping dog shit.

I even cleaned up vomit at the pier in Santa Monica.

But yes, not for pesos, for dollars.

Pesos cannot get you out of the mud, no.

But with dollars...

you can buy the Cosmos, the whole universe,

and become whoever you want.

Whatever it is.

[muffled laugh]

[police siren wailing]

[Stevens over speaker, in English] Pull over to the right, please.

[Jesús breathing heavily]

Pull over to the right.

No, no, no, no, no.

Sleep, sleep, sleep.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[Rodrigo, in English] Good evening, Officer.

[Stevens] Any particular reason

you rolled through that stop?

Stop? Uh, I-I'm sorry.

Look at my finger.

Follow it without moving your head.

[suspenseful music plays]

You see? Ready for church.

[compartment opens, closes]

That your son?

Yes.

How old is he?

Fifteen.

- Hm. - A little late for school night, no?

Where does he go to school?

Uh, it's a private school in Sherman Oaks.

- Good for you. - Yeah.

Doing pretty well. What kind of business you in?

I have my own company.

There it is.

"Celebrity Travel."

Must roll with some pretty big enchiladas, right?

I'm not supposed to say,

but I just put Ricky Martin's husband in a Miami cruise.

- No, you did not. - Yeah, he's my friend.

- He's my friend. - No shit.

Family friend.

You got any ID for the boy?

Yeah.

Watch the stops.

- [footsteps receding] - [police car door opens]

[police car engine starts]

[Rodrigo speaking indistinctly]

Wakey-wakey.

Wake up.

[exclaims]

These are the mornings that were sung by...

[in English] Wakey-wakey. We're home.

We're here. Come on, get up.

Good morning.

Good night.

- [banging on door] - Cesar!

- Cesar! - [locks clacking]

Hm.

[in English] There he is.

Hey, my love, you're looking so cute.

- [Cesar, in English] Hey, hey, hey. - Hey, ¿Qué?

Hey, you little bastard.

Grown some hair on your balls, eh?

Take this.

This is Jesús. Show him to his suite.

Tell to your boss

the border pigs want three grand now.

You hear me, bitch?

What?

[in English] Style.

Which you don't have.

[in English] Come on, homie.

Hey, it's okay.

- Watch your step. - [door closes]

Watch out. Let's go.

Come on, homie.

It's cozy, right?

[switch clicks]

Come on. Come on, homie.

- [man 1 coughing] - Let's go.

Here's your spot.

So, breakfast is at 6:00.

First shift, 6:30. Lunch at noon.

Second shift, 12:30. Dinner's at 7:00.

The last shift till 11:00, and boom, lights out at midnight.

You know how we do, homie. You'll crush it.

[footsteps receding]

[man 2 snoring]

[man commentating in Spanish on TV]

[ominous music playing]

[man continues commentating]

[man exclaims]

[man yelling] Goal!

[loud cheering on TV]

[loud whirring]

[loud whirring continues]

[air hissing]

Don't overpack it.

[loud whirring]

This has to be redone because of you.

What?

No, no, no, no, no!

Is this how you get off, daddy?

I get the real titties, okay?

[Elena giggles]

Shut up, princess.

[Gordo sighs]

Be sure you're in the middle.

Got it?

Don't push too hard.

Keep your eye on the needle.

Look.

Let's get going, little daddy.

Let's get going.

[soft music plays]

[foot pedal thudding]

[clicking]

- [thudding] - [chair creaks]

- [speaking Spanish] - [Cesar, in English] Hey!

What you doing, homie?

This ain't your daddy's shop.

You break it, you buy it, huh?

Hey, hey! Look at me! Are you sordo, pendejo?

- [El Jefe] Cesar! - [gasps]

[sewing machines turn off]

Sorry, boss. He pushed too hard.

- I told him, but he doesn't listen-- - Gordo.

[in English] This is not Tijuana.

Sorry, Jefe.

He push it too hard. I told him, and...

He did this.

[El Jefe] Are you okay, hermanito?

[shaky breathing]

What is your name?

Everything's okay.

No one will hurt you. Hm?

[ominous music plays]

Jesús.

[in English] From Puebla.

The free land of Puebla.

[ominous music intensifies]

What is the truth?

The truth is that as much as we want to be free...

we live and we die together.

This is America.

Now we all gotta pay, papi. [sighs]

[banging on blackboard]

- [Cesar] Back to work. - [machines turn on]

Come on, this isn't Acapulco, eh?

[machine turns on]

[machines whirring loudly]

[mouthing]

[indistinct chatter]

- [banging on door] - [worker] Hurry up!

Come with me. Come with me, cabrón.

Look at me, puto. Look at me!

I'm this close to becoming a manager.

So I don't care if you're sick, stupid, or your machine blows up.

You mess with me again, eh,

Welcome to the family, cabrón.

[clothes iron thuds]

- [shaky breathing] - [door opens]

[indistinct chattering]

Are you okay?

Does it hurt?

[somber music plays]

Do you wanna see?

You don't say much, do you?

Did you ever?

Where is she?

My father's back in Mexico.

I haven't seen him in a long time.

[somber music continues]

[Cesar] Lights out, homies. Let's go.

I'm Elena.

Good night.

[switch clicks]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[distant phone ringing]

[line ringing]

- [operator] The number you have reached is not-- - [phone thuds]

[distant phone ringing]

[tense music plays]

[tense music continues]

[Lucille] Tell me,

what do you love about Him?

He...

He taught me to love my neighbor...

and my enemies...

and God.

[Lucille] And while you seek with this empty devotion,

you forgot to love the only person that matters.

Tell me,

what do you love about yourself?

[breathes deeply]

I don't know.

There is nothing a man god can teach you about love.

[tense music playing]

[Cesar] Back to work!

Let's go! Come on, this isn't Puerto Vallarta. Let's go!

Why did she pick her?

She hasn't finished her quota.

I hope she picks me next.

[machines whirring loudly]

[banging on door]

[Cesar, in English] Let's go, homie!

[zipper zips]

- [toilet flushes weakly] - [car engine revs, stops]

[dispatch over radio] Tenant's name is Marcus Ponceo. No wants, no warrants.

Check for associates by the name of Rodrigo Ramirez, please.

- [cell phone whooshes] - 10-4, Alpha 112.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

- [knocking on door] - [Carlitos] Cesar, the police are outside.

Get out of here.

[distant chattering]

[suspenseful music plays]

[Cesar] May I help you?

Yes.

Uh, I'm looking for Rodrigo.

- Who? - Rodrigo.

Rodrigo Ramirez.

I don't know any Rodrigo, dawg.

[chuckles] Oh, no?

That's funny 'cause I think he knows you.

Sorry, papá.

See, his car pulled in here the other night, so...

Parking's tight around here.

I don't know what to tell you.

Can I see some ID?

[chuckles]

Is there a problem, Officer?

No, just a routine, uh, suspicious call.

Make a little report, that's all.

Wave at her. Hi, Mama. Say, "Hi, Mama."

[police dispatch, in English] 2-11 in progress, 444 South Flower Street.

All units proceed. Officers need backup.

I gotta go.

[in English] Copy that.

[Cesar] People come, people go.

My father's business.

Kind of business you in?

The busy kind.

- Maybe I'll just wait, if you don't mind. - [police car door closes]

It's a free country, isn't it?

Kind of hot. How about inside?

Chingas a tu madre.

Fuck you, huh?

Sir, 2-11 in progress. All units requested.

You talk to your papa with that mouth?

Get a warrant, motherfucker, huh?

You can't come up in here like this.

I know my fucking rights, huh?

[grunting]

[Cesar groans]

Puto de mierda!

- Officers need backup. - [shouting in Spanish]

- All units requested. - [continues shouting in Spanish]

[Cesar continues shouting in Spanish]

[continues shouting in Spanish]

[Cesar spits, groans]

Hey, hey! Who said you could leave your station?

[Jesús grunting]

[El Jefe, in English] My son, Christian,

his job was always the same.

Get the milk.

[ominous music playing]

Sitting in the right place,

using the right style.

But some days, no matter what you did,

the cow was in a bad mood,

so she wouldn't give you milk.

But I show him the way.

[Jesús breathing heavily]

Yes, I show him the way to make her happy.

If you kiss her gentle...

[imitates sucking sound]

...the cow would think that one of her babies is feeding,

so she would give you all the milk you wanted.

But still,

my son was always slow.

My wife would tie his feet

and beat him until she could fill a glass with his blood.

She said that this would remove weakness from his body.

[faucet squeaks open]

- But she was right. - [Jesús whimpering softly]

My wife spoke the truth.

[shaky breathing]

It was weakness.

It was just weakness.

[Jesús whimpering]

[door slams close]

This is gonna tickle, a little.

[Jesús whimpering]

[Jesús yells in pain]

[loud cheering]

[dramatic music playing]

[scraping]

[dramatic music continues]

- [camera shutter clicks] - [loud cheering continues]

[footsteps thudding]

[dramatic music continues]

[loud cheering]

[whip cracks]

[no audible sound]

[whip cracks]

[crowd jeering]

[whip cracks]

[chains jingling]

[footsteps thudding]

["El Party" by Stephen Justiniano playing]

[heavy breathing]

[Elena whispering] Hey.

Hey.

- [gasps] - Shh! Shh!

You'll wake Cesar.

It's okay. I just wanna help.

It's okay.

It's okay.

This will help.

It'll stop the burning.

Can I?

Turn around.

Careful, careful, careful.

Yes, okay.

Okay, hold your breath.

This is gonna hurt.

[Jesús wincing]

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry.

Are you okay?

[chains jingling]

Good night, Jesús.

[door closes]

[footsteps receding]

[dramatic music plays]

[breathing deeply]

[man commentating in Spanish]

[crowd chanting] Jesús!

- [loud cheering] - [somber music plays]

[somber music continues]

[no audible sound]

[somber music intensifies]

[light instrumental music plays]

[music fades]

[El Jefe, in English] I have to meet the quota this month.

Loss is relative, isn't it?

I cannot lose another worker.

[tense music plays]

[sewing machines turn off]

[tense music continues]

It's...

from a long time ago.

Mine too.

But I promised myself it would never happen again.

And I can promise you the same.

[Cesar] Back to work.

[machines turn on]

Remember when I told you about my father?

That I hadn't seen him in a very long time?

My mother told me he left before I was born.

I used to always ask her when he was coming back.

And she would say...

"When you grow up and make a name in the world."

I always dreamed,

if I became a designer...

people would know my name...

and he would come back.

[sobs softly] I'm sorry.

I have to do this.

I'm sorry.

[Elena sobs]

[somber music plays]

[somber music fades]

- [knock on door] - [Macavay] Come on in, Andy.

[paper rustles]

So, "Officer enters premises and conducts unauthorized search.

When asked to produce a warrant officer assaults citizen without cause."

Anything to add?

Sounds like a pretty bad egg.

He made your plates. Review board meets Friday.

Either way, our victim's pressing charges.

You're gonna jam me up because some guy in the rat squad

is putting the finger on me on the word of some guy in Echo Park?

[Macavay] The victim has two avulsed molars and witnesses.

He came at me with a screwdriver.

What do you want me to do, talk therapy?

[Macavay] Look, I don't want you within a hundred yards

of that guy or that place.

That'll be all.

I got IRS filings, business tax, property taxes. Uh, they're all clean.

They also got a bunch of places. LA, Ventura, San Gabriel, Vernon, Anaheim.

I mean, looks of those returns, they're slaying.

And they're actually having a charity event next week for Greyhound rescue--

All right, stop.

If it was me, I would go back to Harvard and 2nd,

and I would take detailed descriptions of anyone and everyone

who goes in and out of that place,

as well as get the tag and the vehicle numbers.

Check and see if it shows up in any other places.

Sir, IA says we can't be within a hundred yards of the premises.

They said I can't.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[distant phone ringing]

[praying in indigenous language]

[no audible sound]

- [cries] - [gasps, breathing heavily]

[male worker snoring]

[male worker snoring loudly]

[snoring continues]

[woman inhales, moans]

[woman moans softly]

- [phone ringtone plays] - [woman sighs]

[footsteps]

Look, you were supposed to be at the Holiday Inn

on Figueroa 30 minutes ago.

Raul, I won't be ready.

What is this guy's problem?

I don't know. Sometimes we have sex.

Sometimes he cries about his son.

Sometimes he cries, then we have sex.

But why do you care? He pays us hourly.

Listen to me, Adriana.

I don't pay you to think.

I pay you to shake your ass.

So if you're not at the Holiday Inn in 30 minutes,

you'll never shake it again,

because it'll be on a bus back to Nogales.

Whatever you say will be done.

[tense music plays]

[TV static]

[somber music plays]

[Jesús whimpers softly]

[somber music continues]

[beeps]

Twenty-four years of age.

The price is set at $40,000.

[Lucille in English] Very good, my love.

[girl on TV] Please, don't. I wanna go home. [sobs]

[Lucille on video camera] Shh, shh. It's okay.

- [girl] Please, don't. - [Lucille] There is nothing wrong giving someone pleasure.

[door opens, closes]

- [indistinct chattering over video camera] - [footsteps approaching]

[tense music plays]

[running footsteps]

[distant police siren wailing]

[door closes]

[suspenseful music plays]

[groans]

[suspenseful music continues]

[shaky breathing]

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[Adriana] Marco?

[Jesús breathing shakily]

I have to go now, my love.

I thought I heard something.

Excuse me.

[footsteps receding]

[trembling breath, gulps]

[footsteps]

- [El Jefe, in English] Gordo. - [Gordo] Ninety-five.

[El Jefe] Edgar.

[Edgar] Seventy-six.

[El Jefe] Marcela.

[Marcela] Ninety-seven.

Carlitos.

One ninety.

Good.

You said I would be promoted...

once I finished my quota.

Right?

Yes, of course.

But the truth is...

one cannot make the quota.

We must make the quota together... as one.

You should know this.

You're going to be a manager.

[whimpering softly]

No.

No.

[chair creaks]

Sit down.

You keep stealing from us.

[Carlitos sobbing]

You're never gonna let us leave.

You're never gonna let us leave.

Never! Never!

You're never gonna let-- Ah!

Puto!

Are you deaf, marica, huh?

- [Carlitos grunting] - [punches landing]

[dark music playing]

[thuds]

[footsteps thudding]

[dark music continues]

[suspenseful music plays]

[no audible sound]

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[locks clacking]

Over there.

Look at those cute dresses.

You like them?

It's a little dark in here,

but it makes it more romantic.

- [girl gasps] - [Rodrigo exclaims]

Playing with the kiddies again.

In America, boys play with boys,

and girls play with girls.

And me? I like to play with them both.

[machines whirring loudly]

[tense music plays]

[footsteps receding]

[chattering in distance]

[heavy breathing]

You might already have.

I knew this guy, Jimmy K,

took down a supplier in Riverside moving 30 keys a week

after a two-month operation.

And so what? New guy jumps in moving 35 keys a week.

Made no difference. So, Jimmy goes back to the streets,

where he can get some action and not sit

behind a desk forever.

But, you know, I'm guessing

maybe that's the type of person that you are.

I'm not assuming that that's--

Rusky, could you shut the fuck up?

Forever?

Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

- [knock on van] - [gasps]

[indistinct chatter]

[machines whirring loudly]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[loud whirring]

[worker shouting indistinctly]

[loud whirring]

[indistinct chattering]

[tense music plays]

[car horn honks]

[roll-up door clanking]

[engine stops]

They're getting that bent out of shape over wrong-colored hangers?

Now 21 is a billion-dollar company.

Do you think they get bent?

No. They do the bending.

[in English] Okay, I'll repack and reship. My cost.

You mean my cost,

which they cut by 30 percent.

And I'm not paying, you understand?

[heavy breathing]

[car door opens, closes]

[indistinct chattering]

[worker, in English] Yeah! I'm coming. Don't you worry about it.

- [Aram] Everybody has their part, but not one department-- - Aram.

Pull all the Now 21 stuff.

What's the problem?

I'm psychic, and I had a vision it's not gonna pass QC.

[grunts, curses in Arabic]

[in English] Yeah, you must be psychic too,

'cause that's the exact same reaction I had

when my father jammed those wrong-colored hangers up my ass.

So why don't you run back there and tell those chinks they better double time it.

Now!

[phone ringtone plays]

Boss, the shop on Harvard called

and told me that there's a kid that's gone missing.

[shaky breathing]

[ominous music plays]

[horn blaring]

[Nazarian, in English] Hey, hey! There he is!

That's the kid! That's the fucking kid!

Security, stop that fucking kid!

What the fuck are you staring at? Get up there and get him!

- You two, get up there! - [worker] It isn't safe, boss.

[Nazarian] I don't give a shit! Just get him down from there!

[indistinct arguing]

[Nazarian] Why the fuck are you still over here? I told you to get him!

[guard 1] What the fuck are you doing? Get down from there!

[Nazarian] What are you, his fucking principal? Go up there and get him now!

- [guard 1] Let's go! - [Nazarian] Fuck! Go get him!

- Fuck! Don't let him get out! - Yes, sir!

- [indistinct shouting] - [action music playing]

[machines whirring loudly]

[both grunting]

[Nazarian] I'm gonna fuck you up! Get back here!

Goddamn it! Stop him!

- Get him! Now! - [panting]

- [worker] Whoa! Hey! Watch where you're going, kid! - [Nazarian] Hey, stop him!

- [guard 2] Hey, kid, stop! Get over here! - [Nazarian] Grab him! Grab him!

[Nazarian] Stop him! Stop that fucking kid!

Come on!

[Rusanovschi] Stop! Stop right there! Police!

Police! Stop! Stop!

- [tires screech] - [car horn blaring]

[indistinct shouting]

[indistinct chatter]

[seller] Shit, I don't want panties. Whoa!

You're gonna pay for that, you little motherfucker!

[Nazarian] You're fucking kidding me!

[upbeat music playing]

[salesman 1] Three dollars for the speakers.

[salesman 2] We're all working here!

- [grunting] - [Nazarian] Kid, come on! Stop!

He stole my phone!

- [seller 1] Jesus! Fuck! - [objects clattering]

[woman speaking in Spanish]

[Nazarian panting loudly]

[seller 2, in English] Hey, man, you wanna buy some?

6.99 each, 9.99 for two.

- [Nazarian] Ah! - [seller 2] Okay, okay, come back. I'll give you...

[car horn blares]

- [action music continues] - [panting]

- [car horn blaring] - Come on, man!

- Watch the fuck where you're going! - [driver] Fuck you, asshole!

Watch where you're going!

[panting]

[Nazarian] Watch it!

What a bloody moppet.

People have no awareness of what's directly in front of them.

[horn honking]

[Stevens] Look out for a young Latino male, 12 to 14 years old,

5-foot, long black hair.

Last seen wearing blue jeans and a soccer jersey,

heading south on Alvarado.

[indistinct chattering]

[panting] Look, I am so sorry I'm late.

The 10 was a parking lot.

- It was absolutely-- - I don't care!

You can't come to work on time!

[continues shouting indistinctly]

Get your school handbag! Hey! [laughs]

Back to school, huh? I have a good one for you, eh? 9.99.

You'll be the coolest cucumber on campus.

[Nazarian] Ah! I got you! [grunting]

- Ah! - [objects clatter]

Stop that fucking kid! He stole my phone!

Hi, can I take a minute of your time? Help save the duck-billed platypus!

[panting]

[R & B music playing over speakers]

[Lisa] Baby, which of these do you like better?

- Mo. - Yeah, yeah. Give me a second, sweetie.

- Seriously? Hey, just-- - Hey.

I-I-- I'm on it. I'm on it.

- Are you serious? - What-- Sweetie, what? All right.

God. Let me see.

This one is 19.99, and this one is 9.99.

I love this. I love this one. I love it.

- All right? - Ugh. God, whatever.

Which of these do you like better?

What do you think?

[Nazarian panting]

- Whoa. Sorry, homie. - Excuse me.

[dressing room door opens, closes]

- [air hisses] - [inhales deeply]

Oh, my God! What are you-- Mo! Stop it!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- What are you doing, you little bastard, huh? - No, it was an accident!

I'm sorry, man! I'm a designer! I'm a designer!

- Designer, my ass! - You know, this is a nice coat, man!

- A really nice coat! - [indistinct shouting]

[Mo] Come back here!

[panting loudly]

Stop!

Goddamn it!

- [Jesús grunts] - Agh!

- Agh! Agh! - [thudding]

Stop! Oh, goddamn it!

You little shit! What are you doing?

You're gonna break your fucking neck!

Do you wanna die?

[distant police siren wailing]

[panting]

- [car horn blares] - [tires screech]

- [Jesús grunts] - [Stevens] Jesus Christ!

- [Rusanovschi] Is he okay? Is he okay? - Are you okay? We'll get some--

- Hey, what are you doing? Look at me. - Uh, um...

- A-Alpha 112, we're requesting-- - Look me in the eyes.

- Get off the horn and get the med bag. - I can't--

We're making an assessment here. Don't move.

Get off the radio and get the fucking kit!

[Rusanovschi] Shit!

Easy. You okay?

You all right, buddy?

- You running from somebody? - [Jesús groans]

¿Habla inglés? ¿Español? No?

- Is someone chasing you? - Sir, shouldn't we call an ambulance?

Yeah. Do that, Rusky.

- Call the, uh, bomb squad and the SWAT team while-- - [Nazarian] Hey!

- Kid, you all right? You got away from me there. - Hey.

- [relieved sigh] - Sir, is this your boy?

- Oh, no, he's my manager's son. - Ah.

- Can I see some ID? - Yeah, yeah, of course. Yeah.

I, uh, couldn't give his dad the afternoon off.

Kid was going a little stir-crazy. Here's my card.

Lucky Fashion Group?

Oh, you know what they say, "The clothes make the man," Officer.

"Naked people have little or no"--

"...or no influence in society."

You have any, uh, ID for the boy?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Let me text his dad.

Have an all-hands-on-deck situation there.

- Thousand shirts going to the wrong state. - [cell phone whooshes]

Having a real crazy day at the office.

But, uh...

You're a Twain fan, huh? That's, uh...

Whoa! Hey. Sorry, no.

He grabbed this out of my room.

Just got a bunch of inventory logs and price codes on it.

Boring stuff.

- Give it. - All right.

Should be a camera in the trunk.

[exhales] It's, uh, really boring stuff.

I think he thought there were games on it or something.

Yeah. What'd you say the boy's name was?

- Sergio. - Sergio.

Family's Catholic. Strict.

Hm, yeah. Got an address?

- Uh, you and your dad live out in, uh, Boyle Heights, right? - Boyle Heights?

He said he lived on Harvard.

I don't think so. Not unless they moved.

- We'll get little Sergio home. - Officer, uh, look, we're a small operation.

If any of our competitors got a hold of that,

they could really chop our legs off, you know?

Ain't it the size of the fight, not the dog?

- Tell that to my old man. - Not a Twain fan, huh?

Uh, not a fan of losses.

- [cell phone vibrates] - Ah. Whoa.

Yeah, look. His, uh, passport right here.

Says "Javier."

I have 500 employees, Officer. Uh...

Play hide-and-seek with all of them?

Tell you what,

send this to me, this number.

- Yeah. - Gonna run this in.

Stay here, sir.

[dial pad beeping]

[line ringing]

Hello?

What are you talking about?

[in English] California license plate number 4D0Q678.

[tense music plays]

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Um, you know what?

I just realized that's not our numbers. Those are--

Uh, it's a video of, uh, me and my wife.

Our anniversary this past year. You-you know?

- No, I don't know. - Officer, please.

- Step back. - Okay. Okay.

[beeps]

[muffled moaning]

[woman on video] Oh, my God! Is it in? Is it in? Is it in?

[moaning]

[video camera beeps]

Gonna hold on to this for a little while.

- We got your address. You can go. - Uh...

Officer Stevens,

you know when the devil has nothing better to do,

he likes to fuck his own children?

So, quit tickling my balls and give me back my property,

or you're gonna need a proctologist to remove the lawsuit I jam up your ass.

- Oh, fuck! [groaning] - [cell phone vibrates]

You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be held against you.

- On what charge? - Threatening an officer and child pornography.

There was nothing on that card!

- [Nazarian grunts] - Sir, it's the captain.

Yeah?

[Macavay] Andy, didn't I tell you to stay away from these guys?

- Yeah, well, he just took a shot at me. - Well, I just got a call

where your name was specifically mentioned.

- He's sitting on a-a load of kiddie porn. - You've seen it?

- I can smell it. - Look, you've got enough heat on you with the review board.

The last thing you need is the DA all over you,

which is an absolute certainty after the call I just got.

So, if you don't have enough to bring him in,

write him up and kick him loose.

- Let me put a tail on him right now. - That wasn't a request, Andy.

Let that guy and his kid go,

or I promise you, you will be the one on all fours.

[call ends]

[tense music plays]

Cut him loose.

Fuck you. Fuck you, you fucking pig!

You think that badge gives you a right to shit wherever you want?

- Get this shit off of me. - [car door closes]

Let's go.

Let's go! Come on!

[footsteps]

[lock clicking]

[Jesús breathing heavily]

[Jesús grunting]

[squeaks open]

- [body thuds] - [Cesar exhales]

[Jesús grunting]

[lock clacking]

- [lock clicks] - [breathes deeply]

[whip cracks]

[screeching]

[Shaman praying in indigenous language]

[praying continues]

Lord, protect and guide this child.

[Maria panting]

[Maria screaming in pain]

[indistinct whispering]

[Maria continues screaming in pain]

God is with us.

[Maria panting]

[José speaking in Spanish]

[Maria cries in pain]

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct whispering]

[Maria breathes deeply]

[eerie music plays]

[loud cheering]

[crying]

- [eerie music stops] - [crying stops]

[Maria breathing raggedly]

[long exhale]

What's happening?

[loud cheering]

Save her, please. Save her. She's dying.

Do something!

[ethereal music playing]

Our powerful and grateful Lord,

You can do everything.

Protect this child.

[crowd chanting] Jesús!

Our powerful and grateful Lord,

You can do everything.

Protect this child.

Guide him to his destiny.

- [loud cheering continues] - [Shaman continues praying]

[ethereal music continues]

[music fades]

[lock clacks]

[in English] Rise and shine, little pinguita.

[breathing deeply]

[horn honks in distance]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[Rusanovschi] I'd like to be sure.

[judge, over phone] Well, a fake passport isn't gonna cut it.

Sir, I understand, but we've seen him

being taken in and out of that place multiple times.

Doesn't mean he's still there.

Sir, I know there's more of them in there.

- So, kick it to Homeland. - They already gave me the runaround.

These people have no criminal history whatsoever. What are we going on here?

[Rusanovschi] They're operating out of residential locations in rundown neighborhoods

through shell companies, and we've got evidence that they're harboring illegals.

[judge] Here's what I know. The board ruled on your boy Stevens this morning,

and he's looking at termination for that shit he pulled.

That is total bullshit. I was there.

- Request for a warrant denied. - Yes, sir.

I'd quit poking around. Catch my drift?

Copy that.

[phone thuds]

Mom says you're not doing so well over there.

Me? I'm good. Good. I'm here working.

You know, I now have a beautiful house.

The one in Hollywood? You got it already?

Yes. From here, you can see all of Beverly Hills,

Sunset Boulevard,

where all the rich people and the artists live.

You know, I had a dream.

That you had a new family over there.

And that I would never see you again.

But we're gonna see each other soon.

So that you can see the house.

I have to go, Dad.

Talk to you soon.

[call ends]

[knocking on door]

Hey, what the hell happened?

You look like you had sex with a peacock.

This is your jefe.

Do as he says, and the world is yours.

And this is Juan. Show him to his suite.

[clicks tongue, imitates bubbling sound]

[paper rustling]

What the hell is this?

12,500?

A discount.

I told you the border pigs want ten grand now.

And the cartel, they don't eat for free.

But this one's on the house.

Found him at the border.

I need some time.

If you don't pay the cartel,

you're gonna lose more than business.

[machines whirring loudly]

Hello.

I'm Juan.

What's your name?

You know where they're sending me after this?

Look.

They're sending me to the LA Cosmos after this.

[somber music continues]

[chair creaks]

[in English] What you doing, homie? [sniffles]

Sit down.

Get to work.

Are you dumb, huh?

Hey, what you doing? Sit down!

[sewing machine sputtering]

[sewing machines power off]

- [thudding] - [grunting]

[Jesús panting, continues grunting]

[worker shushing]

[thudding continues]

[panting, grunts]

[thudding]

- [grunts] - [dark music plays]

- [El Jefe panting] - [workers whispering]

- [belt clinks] - [chair creaks]

[Cesar] Hey, hey, back to work, fatty.

Back to work!

- [grunting in pain] - [belt cracking]

[door closes]

[dog barking]

[tense music plays]

- [belt cracking] - [Jesús grunting in pain]

[kicks landing]

- [Jesús whimpering in pain] - [belt cracking]

- [El Jefe grunting] - [flesh squelches]

[belt cracking stops]

[Jesús groans softly, panting]

[shaky breathing]

[breathing heavily]

[Jesús breathing rapidly]

[breathing deeply]

[workers whispering]

[workers exclaim]

[lock clacking]

[clicks]

[door squeaking]

[breathing heavily]

[tense music continues]

- [Rusanovschi] LAPD! Get on the ground! - [all gasp]

Get on the ground now! Get on the ground!

- Hands above your head! 217 in progress. - Get back! Get back now!

2218 Harvard Street. Officer requires immediate backup.

- Let him go and get on the ground! - You can't do this.

No, you can't do this.

Listen to me!

Put the weapon down and let the boy go.

- I did nothing wrong! Nothing! - Get on the ground!

- Do it now! - No!

I'm gonna kill this kid, okay?

[dispatch over radio] 217 in progress, 2218 Harvard Street.

- All units proceed. - [officer] Copy that.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[sirens wailing]

Even at night, I hear the sound of those needles.

Let him go and talk to me, okay? We can talk about this.

- No time for football. Nothing! - Sir, listen to me!

- Just those fucking needles! - Put the weapon down and let the boy go!

- Calm down! - What more do I have to do?

Tell me! Tell me!

- Calm down and let him go! - LAPD! Hands in the air!

- Show me your hands! - [Rusanovschi] Put the knife down!

Drop the knife and get on the ground, motherfucker!

- [sirens wailing] - [tires screech]

- Charlie 213. I'm on scene. - Whiskey 12. I'm on scene.

- Alpha 42. I'm on scene. - Delta 315. Holding on scene.

You told me I could come here!

[in English] Put the weapon down and let the boy go.

[officer 1] Get down!

- We got a runner! - Runner! Go, go, go!

You said if I worked hard, I could live free and happy.

- [in English] Let him go now! - Get on the ground, or I'll shoot you in the face!

And now you spit in my face!

[officer 1, in English] Tango 42. I got one on foot.

Hispanic male, bald, running out onto Harvard.

[dispatch over radio] Copy that, Tango 42. Units are en route.

Telling me that I bring drugs and crime. That I am garbage.

[in English] Look at him!

- Just look at him! He's a baby! - Get on the ground, motherfucker!

So, yes, I lived in garbage!

I slept on the streets! I ate out of the trash!

- [indistinct police radio chatter] - [police sirens wailing]

[horn blaring]

Is this America? Is this your America?

[in English] Huh? Is this America?

Yes, this is America!

- I'm gonna put a fucking bullet through your skull! - Take the shot!

- I am America! - Do you fucking hear me?

I am America!

- [indistinct shouting] - [officer 2] Get down!

- I am America! I am America! - [officer 3] LAPD! Hands in the air! Show me your hands!

Get off, you white pig! Get off me!

[in English] Please, no! No!

Do not move, you hear me?

LAPD! LAPD!

Shut the fuck up!

LAPD! Hands in the air!

I-I am America!

[officer 5] Clear over here!

[officer 6] Clear!

[officer 7] Clear over here!

[Jesús breathing heavily]

[officer 6] Clear!

- [officer 7] Clear! - [Jesús grunts softly]

- [somber music plays] - [officer 6] Clear!

[Rusanovschi, softly] It's okay.

[officer 6] Clear!

[Rusanovschi] It's okay, baby.

I got you.

[Jesús sobbing]

[continues sobbing]

Sorry.

Please...

forgive me.

[Jesús crying, sniffling]

[soft music plays]

[soft music continues]

[soft music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

[soft music continues]

[clapping and cheering in distance]

[soft music continues]

[soft music continues]

[soft music continues]

[loud cheering]

[crowd chanting] Jesús!

[chanting continues] Jesús!

[loud cheering]

[music fades]

What I don't understand is that there are so many rich and famous people in America,

and they do so much good for so many people around the world.

And the politicians, they all agree.

Today, millions of people are living in bondage.

It ought to concern every person...

...to prevent slavery and human trafficking.

To actually solve the problem.

And still, nothing changes?

That's why I decided to make this movie.

And I worked really hard for a long time

learning what all these children go through.

How they're taken from their homes and what they do to survive.

So, if you're asking what happens to Jesús and the others,

I'm here to tell you that it depends on you.

There is no happy ending for these children

unless we become conscious of where we buy our clothes and food

and make the companies responsible.

So please tell everyone you know about this film,

because together, we have the power

to make sure this never happens again.

Thank you so much for your time,

and thank you for watching the movie.

["City of Dreams" by Luis Fonsi plays]

["City of Dreams" continues playing]