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(film rolls)

MockingJ @ 1TamilBlasters.my

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

- I don't know about this.

- You'll be fine.

- What are you wearing?

- It's a little too short for my taste,

but I have to wear this.

- I've done lots of undercover operations,

but not one like this.

Why can't I wear that?

- Because the department only had budget for one

and the thought I should wear the wire

and plus I outrank you.

- I can't believe you pulled the rank on me.

So where are we hiding the wire?

- I think I'm gonna hide it right here.

- Where? - Here.

- Here?

(gentle orchestral music)

(orchestral music builds)

(Valerie moans)

- That should do it.

- Okay.

Testing, testing, can everyone hear me?

Good, okay, so as we discussed,

this should be a simple operation

as soon as we see the exchange, I'll signal you.

Be ready.

- You ready?

- Let's go.

(upbeat music)

- You got this.

(women laughing)

(upbeat music)

- Jefe, we have the purest snow on the market.

Our profits have steadily been growing over the years.

Why change the formula now?

- 'Cause we add a little dust to it,

guaranteed to boost our value chain.

- [Rios] Dust?

- (speaks foreign language) You know what I'm saying.

- Fentanyl?

(speaking foreign language)

- We'll sell twice as fast, be twice as desperate,

twice as addicting.

(gentle music)

(hand slaps)

(speaking foreign language)

- That's one of our new trainees.

See anything you like,

you're more than welcome to one.

(gentle music)

- That's Kiki, she makes a hell of a ranchero.

- Ooh, I love rancheros.

- [Sanchez] He likes you, thinks you're beautiful.

- Muchas gracias, Senor.

- De nada.

- [Valerie] Would you like some wine?

- Si.

- [Sanchez] Aren't you a little bit over dressed?

- I'm quiet comfortable, thank you.

- Hey, Luna, why don't we get her

a little something more comfortable.

- I think I have just the thing.

(upbeat music)

- You excuse me, I'll be right back. Enjoy yourself.

(upbeat music)

(women laughing)

- Hey, Papi, you're missing a hell of a party.

(speaking foreign language)

All these girls, full bar.

You're out here by yourself.

- I never asked for any of it.

- You know, most fathers would be proud

of their son reaching their pinnacle of success.

(speaks foreign language)

If Mommy was here, she'd be proud.

(speaking foreign language)

- If you believe that, you never knew her at all.

(speaking foreign language) She would've been proud

if you were a ditcher, a janitor,

even picking up dog shit

if it meant earning an honest living.

What you do now (speaks foreign language).

- It's about to go down.

- Can your friends hear us?

- Every word.

- Kiki, go put that on.

- I don't think it's gonna fit.

- It will fit. I'm not asking.

Go!

- Alphatine, I'm removing the device

to put on an outfit offered by our host.

If you don't hear from me in 15, move in.

Shit.

(Luna knocks)

- [Luna] What's taking so long?

- [Valerie] I'm almost done.

- Andale!

(Luna knocks)

- How do I look?

- Our customers know what to expect

when they buy from us

and fentanyl (speaks foreign language)

is very dangerous to produce.

- Rios, you worry too much.

Just do as I instructed.

Remember, you're not the only chemist in Mexico.

- Of course, Fonteno.

- It's the best in the business.

Let's party.

(whispers in foreign language)

- Come here, Mamacita.

Tell me how it is.

- Senor, I'm clean, I can't.

- Just one bump.

We just wanna know what our customers think.

(upbeat music)

- That's too much.

- Bro, she's gonna overdose.

- I wanna try.

- Sit down.

- I really need to go to the bathroom.

- It can't wait.

- Do it or Kiki dies.

(Beatrice sniffs)

You see? It's perfect.

- [Valerie] She needs help, she's gonna die!

(gun fires)

- Beatrice.

Beatrice.

Beatrice.

(guns fire)

Beatrice. Get me Narcan, now!

- [Officer] Put down your weapons.

The house is surrounded.

(dog barks)

(girl screams)

(guns fire)

- I would like to leave immediately.

- We just need a couple more scans.

The doctor is gonna be here soon.

- I will take these out right now.

- No, please. - I'm serious.

Like I've been waiting for hours-

- Please calm down. - This is ridiculous.

This is ridiculous.

- This is for your safety. - For my safety?

- What is going on here?

- [Nurse] She doesn't wanna stay put.

She wants to be discharged AMA.

- Valerie, respect the nurse, please.

Can you give me a moment?

- [Nurse] She's all yours.

- Thank you.

What are you doing?

- Where's Beatrice?

- [Langley] I'm sorry, she didn't make it.

Look, our team rushed her to the hospital

as fast as we could,

but there was nothing they could do.

- I should've stayed with her.

- [Langley] Valerie, don't go there.

- Where's Sanchez?

- Unknown, but we think he's somewhere in Mexico.

- Thank you.

- Who's she?

- This is Detective Jenny Lin.

She's been assigned the Sanchez case

with your lack of it.

She's an expert analyst.

She's also just made detective.

Detective Valerie Mendez,

meet your new partner.

- Nice to meet you.

- I don't need a shadow following me around.

- She's not a shadow, she's your new partner,

so let her look at the case

and let her look at the files

and maybe she'll find something

that you two missed.

- Something I missed? Seriously?

I've been working this case for 14 months.

This is my case.

- [Jenny] We can still build a case.

- With what? We got nothing and Beatrice is gone.

- Let her look at the files.

- We'll get him, Detective.

I promise.

- It's over. - Valerie.

- We lost.

- Detective. - Just go.

(gentle music)

- [Valerie] Beatrice, Beatrice, get me Narcan now!

Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice.

(explosion booms)

(cinematic music)

(traffic rustles)

- Thanks, Captain, I will take care of it.

Hi, Valerie.

I'm so sorry about Bea.

How are you doing?

- I'm good, thank you.

- The captain is in the precinct today.

Just saw him in there.

- Thank you for the warning.

- Okay, talk to you soon. - Bye.

- Oh, come on, he's guilty.

If the video doesn't cover them entering the room,

hey, can I call you back, thanks.

- Shouldn't you be resting in the hospital?

- They discharged me.

- Well, then shouldn't you be at home resting.

- What have we got on Sanchez?

- Nothing, he's disappeared.

- Well, we got him on tape admitting

he's selling cocaine laced with fentanyl.

He can't be any more red-handed.

- Look, we don't even know if he's in the states, okay?

I can't arrest somebody that's not in the country.

- We know that he's involved

in almost every crime spike in the area.

- I can arrest Sanchez from everything

from running drugs to the January 6th insurrection,

all right, but if he's out of our jurisdiction,

there's nothing I can do.

It's in the hands of the feds.

- The feds won't care about this.

They have U.S. terrorists and multi-national gangsters

to worry about.

You think one small drug cartel is worth their time?

- Look, Valerie.

I am sorry about Detective Wells.

I know exactly what you're going through

and it's unfortunate, but these things happen

and unless I know where Sanchez is,

there's nothing I can do.

- And if I can deliver him?

- Valerie, don't make this personal.

And don't do anything stupid.

Get outta here.

(gentle music)

Oh, hey, where's your new partner?

Really?

(speaking foreign language)

- This is what I do.

- Sanchez took our child.

- We don't know that.

Okay (speaks foreign language).

- You're insane. I'm done.

I can't live like this.

(speaking foreign language)

Fuck.

Fuckin' shit.

- [Luna] Hola, Miguel.

- What, what are you doing here?

- I think you know.

- I'm trying.

The new stuff just isn't selling as well.

They know something's in it.

They're skeptical of the new product.

- That's not what I'm hearing from the others.

The stuff is flying off the shelves, can't keep it.

Guess you're not so good as a salesman as I though.

But, hey, if you can't move it,

we'll just take the new stuff of your hands

so you don't need to worry about it any more.

- Okay, okay, yeah, yeah, go ahead, take it.

You can take it off.

- Excellent. I knew we could work something out.

You got the money?

- Yeah, it's over here. I'll go get it.

(dishes clatter)

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch!

I don't understand.

It was here, it was all right here.

I swear, Luna, I swear, it was all here.

- Now, Miguel, you wouldn't be holding up

on us now, would you?

- No. No, I wouldn't be so stupid as to cross Sanchez.

My wife, Juliana, fuck.

That bitch.

She must have taken it,

but let me talk to her.

Please let me talk, I can get it back.

- Shh, it's okay. I believe you.

- Please, I just need to talk to her, please.

I can get it back.

- Okay, okay, hey, we'll talk to her, okay?

(punch strikes)

- Looks like his wife took the stuff and ran.

We'll find her.

Oh, he won't be too much of problem anymore

and I'll have someone wait here just

in case his bitch shows up.

(tense music)

(Miguel gurgles)

- What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be at home resting?

- Home isn't the same without her.

- I'm really sorry about Detective Wells.

I heard she was an excellent officer.

- Thank you.

- Are you strong enough- - I'm good.

No need to fuss over.

- Captain says we have nothing to arrest him with

and even if we do, we have no idea where he is.

- So that's it, then.

Sanchez is just gonna keep getting away

with this shit and Beatrice will never see justice.

You know, when she proposed,

my first instinct was to say no,

not because I didn't love her,

but because I felt like I didn't deserve her.

And then I saw her.

I mean, I saw who she really was

and all that did was get her killed

and there wasn't anything I could to to protect her.

- I read the report.

There's nothing you could've have done.

- Exactly.

Not a damn thing.

- We have his compound.

All we need to do is get him back in the states

and we have all the government agencies on task.

- He's not coming back.

He disappeared to Mexico somewhere

and he's not gonna risk it by coming back here.

I'm just gonna have to go get him.

- Wait, what are you talking about?

- It's not over yet.

(grand Latin music)

- And you wanted to come out of the kitchen.

- You missed a spot.

Where? - Right there?

- Right here? - Right there.

- We're not open.

(grand Latin music)

Valerie?

- Thanks.

- [Ray] Where's triple B?

- She's up in New York following up

on a sex trafficking case.

I'm struck house sitting for her right now.

(Ray laughs)

- It's crazy they haven't made you captain yet.

- Captain Langley is great.

He's got my back.

- It's great to see you, Val?

I heard what happened. I'm sorry.

I really liked Beatrice.

- Thanks, Ray.

So, can you help me or not.

Look, I try to keep my head low to the ground these days.

Trying not to get involved, you know what I mean?

- That doesn't mean you haven't heard things.

What have you heard?

- What makes you think I've heard a damn thing?

- Come on, Ray, for Beatrice.

- Are you guilt tripping me right now?

No need. I was gonna call you anyways.

Now this might lead to nothing.

- [Valerie] Go on.

- They're always whispering to each other

about where to get what and who has

the best stuff and who won't rip them off

and the one name I hear and I've heard

by multiple people is Miguel Aguilar.

I heard he's distributing for Sanchez.

- That's funny.

Miguel isn't in my file, how did I miss that?

- Well, he's a newcomer.

I've only recently just began hearing

his name around town.

And that he's not someone to be fucked with.

He has a monopoly on this whole territory.

- What's he selling?

- What's selling? What isn't he selling?

Weed, crack, molly, PCP, ectasy, heroin.

Problem is, this isn't the simple stuff.

- What is it?

- It's laced with something.

Some sort of opioid or some shit.

It's powerful stuff.

These guys are hooked

and they're gonna need major treatment to get off of it.

- Sounds like Sanchez shit.

- He's not to be messed with, watch your back.

- But if we do nothing,

people are either gonna wind up here

or wind up dead.

- I'm an old man, Val.

I'm tired.

I can't go galloping off like a cowboy

and try and save the day.

There are younger, better men and women for that.

My days of fighting the good fight are over.

- I understand. What about weapons?

- That I can do.

(grand Latin music)

- Did you find her yet?

(speaking foreign language)

- [Luna] She can't hide forever. We'll find her.

- If this puta-

- Then you'll just be as rich as you were yesterday.

- Papi, you got something to contribute?

- Only that you're wasting time and resources

on a fool's errand.

- $1.2 million is hardly a fool's errand.

- It is.

If it's what, 100, 200 million.

Is it more? (speaks foreign language)

- Papi, it's not about the money.

- No?

So what if the girl takes the money

and spends it and buys a nice house and car.

So what if she takes the drugs or sells them

or gives them away or flushes them down the toilet.

(speaks foreign language)

- I didn't get this far by allowing betrayal

and weakness from my team.

- When is enough ever going to be enough?

I never raised you like this son,

motivated by greed, killing people for pennies

when you were so blessed.

- Blessed? Blessed, me?

I built this entire thing from the ground up.

Can't you see that?

You can't make omelets without breaking

a few eggs and I've destroyed entire hen houses.

- And for what?

For more money? More power?

- For legacy.

- Legacy?

You are my legacy and I couldn't be more ashamed

than I am in my entire life.

Money, power, status won't fill

the hole in your soul.

You feel weakness the most,

so much you fail to see that you are

the only weak one here.

And I pray for you every night

that you would do the right thing.

And you do nothing but take our family name

and turn it into blood money.

I'm sorry, son.

- For what?

For failing you as a father.

- [Valerie] Captain.

- Detective. What can I do for you?

- Does the name Miguel Aguilar mean anything to you?

- Is this about Sanchez?

There is no case against Sanchez.

I thought we've been over this.

- Who is he?

- Miguel's nobody, all right?

He's just a small time drug dealer,

been busted half a dozen times

in and out of prison.

We know he's connected to something bigger, yes,

but because of lack of evidence,

the most we've ever gotten him on is possession.

Serves a few months' prison,

pays his fines in full, he's back out on the streets.

Drop it.

- Where does he live?

Just give me the address, please?

- You didn't get it from me.

(gentle music)

(man grunts)

(punch strikes)

(fighters grunting)

(punch strikes)

- Who are you?

(gun fires)

- Here you go, man.

Thanks for coming out, man.

Appreciate y'all.

It's good to see you again.

Help them out.

Excuse me, ma'am, may I help you?

- I'm- - You're probably hungry.

Get you something to eat.

Go make you a plate.

- Thank you.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- So where'd you serve?

This is the VA shelter.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

- No, no, sit down, don't be ridiculous.

Finish up.

Can I ask you something?

Who are you running from?

It's okay.

I'm not gonna say anything to anyone.

I just recognize when someone looks like

they have nowhere else to turn.

- My husband.

- I understand.

Sometimes it seems like it's impossible

to get away from someone that's hurt us.

I'm glad you found your way here.

- He's done a lot of bad things.

- You're safe now.

In fact, if you need help going to the police.

- No, no policia, no.

- [Ray] Why not?

- I stole his money.

- [Ray] What'd you do with it?

- I still have it hidden.

I didn't know what to do with it.

- Then give it up.

No harm can come to you if you didn't do anything wrong.

- These are really bad people.

- [Ray] What people?

- Drug people.

- Drug people?

- I can't go anywhere, they'll find me.

They're after me.

- Who is your husband?

- I can't say?

- Listen, I might be able to help you,

but you have to be honest with me.

Who is your husband?

- Miguel. Miguel Aguilar.

- [Ray] Fuck me.

(phone rings)

- What?

(speaks foreign language)

- What happened?

- Our men were found dead in Miguel's apartment.

Still no sign of the woman, the product

or the money.

- (speaks foreign language) I need you

to go back and handle this personally.

The last thing we need is more eyes on us.

- Where do we find the girl?

- She knows she can't go home.

She stays hidden long enough,

then she's smart enough to know

we have eyes on her family and her friends.

Where else can a homeless person go?

(tense music)

- What are you doing here?

- [Jenny] I tried the phone, but there was no answer.

I brought dinner.

- How did you find me?

- [Jenny] Captain told me you were house sitting.

- Come on.

What do you want?

- Whatever you're having is fine.

- Whiskey then.

- Should you be drinking that with the meds?

- I'll live.

So what are you doing here really?

Obviously you're not here to feed me.

- Miguel Aguilar, I found some info on him.

- Yeah, drug dealer.

He's always rolling over on the guys

under him and we can't keep him locked up, why?

- I have reason to believe

he's Sanchez's main distributor in the city.

- Yeah, I know.

I tried to pay him a visit today.

- You did what?

Without even telling me. Detective!

- Cut the detective shit, okay?

Just call me Valerie.

Besides, I can handle myself.

- I'm your partner whether you like it or not.

- Okay.

- If you keep things from me,

then we're working against each other.

- Okay.

Sorry, I shouldn't have been so eager.

I'm sorry.

- Well? What happened with Aguilar?

- There were a few goons looking through his stuff.

I think they were looking for something.

I think he's on the run.

- No one runs from Sanchez.

More likely he tried to steal from him

and he's probably already dead.

- He has a wife.

- Yes, Juliana Ortega.

She's clean, works as a model.

She and Miguel had a four-year-old daughter, Jenna,

but she went missing a year ago.

I still don't know where she is.

- Sanchez?

- Maybe, I mean what better way to hold

his career accountable to show

them that no one's safe.

- What a piece of shit.

Want another drink?

- No, I'm good.

- What's that smell?

- Oh, kimchi, Korean delicacy.

- No, I'm okay.

I'll just stick to rice and beef.

- Suit yourself.

- Look, Beatrice and I have been working Sanchez

for years and with all the resources

of the PD at our disposal,

this is the closest we've ever gotten to Sanchez.

And right now, I have nothing, I have no leads.

- I might have something.

I believe one of his pigeons is paddling on Third Street.

- Good work.

Meet me at the station at 10

and have a visit.

(gentle music)

- It ain't much, but it's home.

I'll put you up over here.

Please make yourself comfortable.

Give me a sec, I'll rustle up some grub.

- Thanks.

- I'll be quicker than a white cop

and a black picnic (laughs).

Dig in.

- So what is it that you do for a living, sir?

- Cut it with the sir crap.

Just call me Ray.

- Okay, Ray.

- And to answer your question, I'm retired.

Now, what I do is help people like me

that the government forgot about.

I have a coyote problem.

- And how is it that you know so much about my husband?

- I hear things.

Especially from the folk at the shelter.

- I'm sorry.

- Nah, I wouldn't have invited you here

if I thought it was your fault.

- Listen, you can stay until the heat is off you.

- Thank you so much, really.

- I know you have some very bad people

after you, young lady.

I'm not sure what all I can do about it,

but I do have some friends

that'll be able to help you.

- Honestly, I'd be dead without you.

- You survived this long living

with a man like that.

I should be asking you for tips.

How's the sandwich? - Good.

- Man, we got this all under control, dawg.

It's good as shit.

Oh, hold up, somebody coming up.

Hold up, hold up.

What's up?

(dramatic music)

So I got it under control all day, dawg, yeah.

A bunch of weirdos and shit,

but I'm running the shit,

I control the whole block.

Hold up, somebody's rolling up.

What the fuck you want?

- How much?

- How much for what?

- The whole thing.

- Whole thing?

- You know, the stuff.

- Get the fuck outta here, man.

- Look, I got the money.

So how much?

- Give me 20 Gs. - Why so much?

- Bitch, it's supply and demand.

You want your shit or not?

- Okay, here's half.

You get the rest when I get the stuff.

- Stop playin' with me bitch, follow me.

- I'm not going anywhere with you.

- You want your fuckin' shit or not?

I ain't got that shit in my pocket, bitch.

MockingJ @ 1TamilBlasters.my

You know what, do whatever the fuck you want.

(dramatic music)

- Yo, who the fuck is she, homie?

- She all right, homie.

- You sure about that?

- I hope so.

(dramatic music)

Come on, let's go.

- What he fuck you lookin' at, hurry up.

- [Dealer] Hurry up, man, come on.

(door closes)

- Yo, all right, wait right here.

- Where are you going?

- You want your shit, right? - Yes.

- All right, get the money ready.

I'll be right back.

(dramatic music)

(man sniffs)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

(Valerie groans)

- I don't trust this-

- Go back to the streets.

(speaks foreign language)

(laughs) Kiki, it's been a while.

(knife flicks)

What's this for?

- It's a bad area.

- Bad area?

This is my home.

What are you trying to say about mi casa?

(tense music)

I guess you're right.

It is a bad area.

(gun cocks)

Are you scared?

(Valerie spits)

(punch strikes)

Take her away.

(dramatic music)

- Wakey, wakey, my Jefe wants us to shut you up.

- You're making a mistake.

I don't know anything.

- Policia, no? - No, no, policia.

I need my drugs, pharmacia.

- Tylenol?

- No, puta, hold her.

(saw whirs)

(guns fire)

(speaks foreign language)

(gun fires)

- We gotta get outta here.

- Who are you?

- Richard Dia, it's a long story. Come on.

This way, come on.

This one here.

Who are you and what the hell were you doing in there?

- I'm a detective.

- Why are you trying to infiltrate

on a drug den all by yourself.

- It's a long story.

- All right, just tell me on the ride, let's go.

So, where do you fall into this mess?

- I'm trying to lure Sanchez back into the states

by disturbing his operation.

- Yeah, we tried that one. It didn't work.

- Why were you in there?

- I was working undercover so I can figure out

where Sanchez is down in Mexico.

And you basically fucked up that entire operation.

- Well, I didn't know the DEA had jurisdiction in Mexico.

- Yeah. We don't.

I was trying to keep tabs on Sanchez,

so I knew when he was ready to make his move back

to the states.

- Sounds like an open suicide mission.

Why would the DEA go through all the trouble?

- Actually, I volunteered for it.

- Why would you do that?

- 'Cause my partner died trying to take him down.

He was undercover working for Sanchez.

We were putting together this big sting operation.

We were gonna finally take him down.

Sanchez got wind of it

and he murdered him.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

(dramatic music)

(Ray laughing)

- [Miguel] And the sex was terrible.

- [Ray] Oh, man, oh, no, no, allow me.

- [Juliana] And God, Miguel's idea

of romance was I might go down on you

if you stroke my dick.

(Ray laughs)

- At least you didn't have any kids

with the bastard (laughs).

I'm sorry.

I don't know why I said that.

I don't know shit.

- No, it's okay.

I'm not ashamed of my daughter.

Miguel was fuckin' piece of shit.

That cost us her life.

- I had a daughter. - Had?

- She was killed by a man like Sanchez.

- I'm sorry.

- Hardest part of my life has been going on without her.

I've never been afraid of death.

Now I'm terrified that I have

to tell her mother that I couldn't save her.

- What was her name?

- Alaina.

- My daughter's name was Jenna.

She was taken three years ago.

I know it has something to do with Sanchez,

but I just don't have any proof.

- It's crazy.

The things people do for money.

Who knows how this is gonna turn out.

Is your husband dead?

- I don't know.

But I hope so.

- Salud. (glasses clink)

- You two need to stay out of this.

Just leave it to me.

- What?

- The United States government has

a zero liability for you on this mission.

- Well, the way I see it,

I have just as much jurisdiction as you do in Mexico.

(phone buzzes)

Excuse me.

(tense music)

- Look, I know you two are very capable police officers,

but I would hate to see you lose your badges

or get hurt over this.

- And I think I speak for both of us

when I say that we both appreciate it,

but it's not your risk to take.

Beatrice meant just as much to her

as your partner did to you.

- Who's Beatrice?

- Valerie's fiance.

She recently lost her to Sanchez.

- Making sense now.

(gentle music)

- We have Miguel Aguilar's wife

and an address to a possible drug smuggling operation.

- Where are we at with the warrant?

- Fuck the warrant, I'm going.

- [Jenny] I'm going with you.

- Fuck it, let's go.

(upbeat Latin music)

- [Richard] Police, freeze!

- Policia!

(speaks foreign language) (gun fires)

(gentle tense music)

(guns fires)

(gentle tense music)

(gun fires)

- Let go of it.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(glass breaks) (Richard groans)

(gentle music)

(men groan)

(gentle music)

(gun fires)

(gentle music)

(Richard groans)

- I totally had him.

(gun fires)

(speaking foreign language)

(tires squeal)

(speaking foreign language)

(tires squeal)

(guns fire)

- Fuck!

- Well, they're onto us.

The (speaks foreign language) cop from the party.

She's back.

Someone must have ratted on us.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

(speaks foreign language)

She's still alive.

(fan whirs)

- Hi.

Excuse me?

- Oh, how can I help you?

- I'm looking for my sister

and I was just wondering if you've seen her.

- Oh, yeah, let me see.

- Sorry.

- Really? You didn't even look at the picture.

- You know, um, I gotta go.

- That's fine.

I understand.

(dishes clank)

(dramatic music)

(Luna laughs)

- Oh, how cute.

- I used to be a fucking cop.

- Not much.

(punches strike)

How about now? Still nothing.

- I don't know anything, I swear.

- I understand that you don't need your lips to suck.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Do you know where she is?

(dramatic music)

- Yes, yes, yes, I do, I do, I do.

Ray's men, I saw her with Ray's men.

(dramatic music)

- Now, that wasn't so hard.

Now if only you didn't see my face.

- No, no, I didn't see anything, I promise.

(blood sloshes)

- I don't know, she's in pretty bad shape.

- All right, I'm gonna have to go with you

on this one.

Do you really feel like we can trust her

because if she's telling the truth,

she needs witness protection.

- Can you trust your people?

- Honestly, I don't know.

- Well, then that settles it.

- She stays here.

- Do you have any weapons just in case?

- Revolver, old shot gun.

- That's not gonna be enough.

- My babies are at a storage container close by.

- Okay, you stay here with Juliana

and we're gonna go grab Ray's babies.

- Babies?

- His fireworks.

- Time for the boom boom.

- I'm going with you. - Let's go.

(somber music)

- [Jenny] Uno.

- How are you so good at this game?

- Years of playing.

- [Juliana] Playing with who?

- Sorority sisters.

(dramatic music)

(gun cocks)

Why didn't you leave Miguel?

- Because I knew he'd find me

and there was nowhere I felt safe.

Plus, he has a whole cartel as his disposal.

- What made you finally run?

- My daughter, Jenna.

I wanted to run when she first disappeared,

but I had nothing.

One day Miguel came home with cash and his drugs

and I knew it was my chance.

If I took what was most precious to him,

then the cartel would do the job for me.

- How much is it?

- I don't know, I didn't count it.

- It's evidence. We need it to bring Sanchez down.

- Wait, are you gonna turn me in?

- For what?

Being married to a drug dealer?

Let me top you off. - Thank you.

(door closes)

- [Jenny] They're back.

Here, finish your coffee.

- Thanks.

(gun fires)

- Shit, shit.

(dramatic music)

Okay, Juliana you gotta hide.

We gotta hide, okay.

Here.

Under the bed, under the bed, go , go.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door closes)

(speaking foreign language)

(door squeaks)

- She's still not answering.

I'm getting nervous.

- She can take care of herself.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Stay right there, don't move.

(gun fires)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun fires)

Shit!

(gun fires)

(speaking foreign language)

(gun fires)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(thug knocks)

(Juliana yells) (glass breaks)

(Juliana screams)

(speaking foreign language)

(doors close)

- Detective!

Call an ambulance now!

- [Richard] I'll call it in.

- They, they, they took her.

I'm sorry.

- No, no don't worry about that right now, okay.

You're gonna be fine.

- Call an ambulance now.

(somber music)

- How is she doing?

- Doctors say she has a 50-50 shot of pulling through.

- So what's next?

- We rest. Then continue.

- Where do we even look?

(phone buzzes)

- Hold on, I gotta take this.

Albert Sanchez?

Deal.

Thanks, Captain.

Albert Sanchez wants to make a deal

with the district attorney.

- Sanchez's father?

Why doesn't he make a deal with the DEA?

- He thinks there's a rat in the DEA.

I'm gonna meet with him tomorrow morning.

- [Richard] Why you?

- He asked for me by name.

- And you don't find that odd?

- I'm coming with you.

- I have to go alone.

(engine revs)

(sultry music)

- Kiki?

- My real name is Valerie Mendez.

It's good to see you, Albert.

Why me?

- I saw you at the party.

Sorry for your friend.

- Thank you.

Means a lot.

So why would you give up your own son?

- My reasons are my own.

- What do yo want?

- My freedom. - Okay.

If everything you tell me checks out,

I'm authorized to inform you all will be taken care of.

But if you lead us into an ambush,

I will make sure your face is right next

to his on the FBI's most wanted list.

- Ms. Mendez.

- Call me Valerie.

- Valerie.

You want my son, I want my freedom.

Let's work together.

- Okay, tell me everything you know.

Sanchez is hiding out in an abandoned ghost town

south of El Paso just across the border.

- He gave up his hideout? For what?

- Freedom, away from his son.

- Can you trust him?

- Yes.

Albert Sanchez is a simple farmer.

His wife was killed because of his son.

So right here is the ghost town.

He said it's been abandoned for years.

- Might be why the police on either side

of the border haven't been able to find him.

I looked up a satellite image of that area

and there's nothing but sand out there.

Are you sure about this, Val?

- Yes, also one more thing.

Even if everything Albert Sanchez says is true,

the feds can't actually do anything

if he doesn't cross the border.

- So on top of that, the cavalry isn't coming.

- No, they're not.

So we're on our own

and I can't ask you guys to come with me.

- Just three of us?

It's a suicide mission.

As long as I can get to Sanchez without dying,

then it's worth it.

So I'm going.

(dramatic music)

- I'm in, so I can keep an eye on you

and for my partner, Derek.

- How are we gonna get the weapons across the border?

- You just leave that to me.

I know a guy.

- Well, I was gonna fix up he cabin this weekend.

But what the fuck?

This sounds more fun, I'm coming, too.

(gentle piano music)

(speaking foreign language)

(gentle piano music)

- You put me in an awkward position.

- (speaking foreign language) Maybe we never instill

this in you, but how I grew up,

when we wanted something done,

we do the work ourselves, solo.

(dramatic music)

- (speaking foreign language) feds.

There's nothing stronger than a father and a son.

- Si, mi papa taught me

that greed, murder, taking advantage of the poor

and struggling were mortal sins.

- All I ever did was love you, Papi.

I've given you everything.

- All you ever gave me was heartache and disappointment.

- I've achieved more than you,

I've given you a mansion,

the finest things in the world.

All you ever gave me was a name.

- A name that you used to inspire fear and pain.

You could've been anything.

Instead you just make death.

- I do what I do for us, for the legacy.

The Sanchez brand will go on forever.

You do what you want.

Don't return this for anything but yourself

and I will come here and pray for you every evening

as I always do (speaks foreign language).

Tu madre, she wanted better for you.

I tried to tell her every evening

you do the best you can.

- What did you tell the feds, Papi?

- That I could've done better.

- Te amo, Papi.

- Just do what you have to.

(gentle music)

(gun fires)

(drone whirs)

- He must be in there.

- [Richard] He's gotta be.

- [Ray] Juliana, too?

- [Richard] This is the point of no return, guys.

- So we all know the plan?

- What happens if the plan doesn't work?

- Fuck if I know.

I'm making up this shit as I go.

- I we all die, let's go down

in a fuckin' blaze of glory.

- Let's go get this fat fuck.

(drone whirs)

(cinematic music)

(gun cocks)

(cinematic music)

- Thanks for the update.

That was Captain Langley.

Jenny died last night.

- That motherfucker.

(gun cocks)

- All right, this one's for Jenny.

(somber music)

- She's tougher than I thought.

She won't talk.

- Juliana, it's simple.

Tell me where my money and drugs are

and you can go home.

Hell, I'll even give you 10 grand.

- I already fuckin' told you.

Miguel didn't tell me shit.

I don't even know if he's alive or dead.

- I killed him.

- Tell me what I wanna know or I won't be so nice.

(dramatic music)

What a waste.

(speaking foreign language)

All right (speaks foreign language)

- (groans) you don't have to do this.

(dramatic music)

[Sanchez] Again.

(Juliana cries)

Again.

(Juliana cries)

(dramatic music)

- Tough bitch, huh?

- [Luna] I can make her talk.

- Wake her up.

- I already told you (coughs),

I don't know fuckin' shit.

(speaks foreign language)

- It's only money.

Luna.

- Adios, puta.

(gun fires)

- What now?

(guns fire)

- What's going on, huh?

- Policia.

- Get her, get her, get her.

(guns fire)

(punch strikes)

(guns fire)

(speaks foreign language)

(guns fire)

(body thuds)

- Time is up.

(pipe clanks)

(men grunt)

Puta!

(glass breaks)

(gun fires)

- I know, you had him.

- Puta!

(gun fires)

- Just let her go.

You don't have to do this.

(men laugh)

- You stupid bitch.

(guns fire)

(grand Latin music)

- Juliana, are you okay?

- I'm okay.

- Okay, stay behind me and follow me, okay?

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(man screams)

(gun fires)

- Fuck! I'm out.

- Got one more clip.

- There's too many of them.

- Come on, get in here.

You guys okay?

Holy shit.

(men grunt)

(gun fires)

- Sanchez?

- I haven't seen him.

- Juliana, you okay?

- I'm okay.

(gun fires)

- I'm on her.

- You take care of her.

- I got you.

(dramatic music)

(punch strikes)

- Come on.

You don't have to do this.

I'd hate to hurt you.

(punch strikes)

(Richard grunts)

(punch strikes)

- Come Jefe, Jefe, get inside, hurry up.

- Fuck!

- Come on, go get Sanchez, I got this.

(punches strike)

(flesh tears)

(Richard groans)

(body thuds)

(dramatic music)

(explosion booms)

- [Sanchez] Go back, go back.

(gentle music)

(cinematic music)

(gun fires)

- You're dead, motherfucker.

(gun fires)

- Very impressive you finding me here.

- There's no place to run this time.

- (laughs) The feds must be really hard,

desperate to send a little policia.

Well, I'm blown away.

You're the only one who's gotten this close.

My father must've really sang to the cop.

- Shut up, you're under arrest.

- You have no jurisdiction here.

- Fine, then.

I'll just kill you instead.

- Not a fair fight, I'm unarmed.

(gun clicks)

(dramatic music)

(both grunting)

(punches striking)

(both grunting)

- [Sanchez] Come on, Puta, come on.

(Valerie groans)

(body thuds)

(Sanchez groans)

- You're not worth it.

(dramatic music)

- For Beatrice, motherfucker.

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

Damn, Ray, that's some good barbecue.

- You're damn right.

Now I'm be smoking like a busted muffler.

Can I get you some more wine?

- I'm good.

- Come on, what about you?

- None for me, but I will take another beer.

- Got you, got you, what about you?

- Thanks, but no thanks.

I'll be back in a few.

- You guys are lightweights I see.

- Okay, Ray, so what's the secret?

- Hey, you guys have been on me all evening.

I'm not giving it up.

My aunt would murder me.

- Come on, we're like family now.

- I don't mind dying.

- It's a family recipe that's never been declassified.

(all laughing)

- Hey. - Hi.

- Is that what I think it is.

- I didn't know what to do with it.

- Oh, man, this is crazy, right?

Wow!

How much is in here?

- About 1.2 mil.

- How much is in here?

- About 1.2 mil.

- What about the drugs?

- I never took them.

- Look, thank you guys so much.

- I'm glad you're okay.

- Good luck with everything.

- You, too.

- Yeah.

- I'll be back.

Wait.

We think you should keep the money.

- Oh, I can't do that, it's dirty money.

- Then do some good with it.

- Thank you.

- Man, I've had guests OD on this barbecue.

So what's next for you, man?

- I think I'm done here.

Gonna go back home to Chicago.

I need to get back into modeling.

- Modeling?

- Yeah, I don't really like to talk about it

but, you know, just basic stuff.

Commercial work, print jobs.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Is this you?

- Ooh, this is a good one.

- Man, it's one of my favorite fuckin' books.

You gotta excuse all the barbecue sauce

and stains and shit.

I'm a mess, man.

You think I could get it signed?

- [Richard] Oh, absolutely.

- You fuckin' kick ass, man.

All good?

- Yeah, she'll be fine.

- No, you, are you gonna be okay?

- Yes, I miss Beatrice, but I'll be fine.

- Listen, I love you, Valerie.

If there's anything you need,

you just let me know.

- How about another glass of wine?

- Stop it, it's too easy, man (laughs).

- Thank you. - Oh, I got you.

I got you. - Cheers.

(explosion booms)

(dramatic music)

(gentle cinematic music)

(door rattles)

- [Thug] Wake up, ladies.

(women crying)

77, 91, 104.

(women crying)

(door slams)

(explosion booms)

(dramatic music)

- Scene 77, L, take one.

- Put you up over here.

You just make yourself comfortable.

Give me a sec, I'll rustle up some grub.

- Thank you.

- I'll be back quicker than a black cop

at a white picnic.

I fucked up the line.

- This is appropriate use of the megaphone.

- Andale, andale.

- And action.

You have a good day.

That was the best short we had.

John, stop filming me.

Emily, we're waiting on you.

Get back a little bit.

That's energy and action.

And Felix, look around.

- [Emily] I am not yelling in anyone's ear.

- ETA, ETA.

- Give me three seconds.

- How long does it take to change the clothes?

- It is John Deyoe, he is the best.

- Okay, actors, fat guys.

- Cut.

- Take a rest, I gotta take a nap.

- Dang it.

(speaking foreign language)

Fuckin' shit. - You pussy.

- [Ray] Is this you?

- [Richard] Ooh, this was a good one.

- [Ray] Man, it's one of my favorite books, man.

I mean, you gotta excuse all the barbecue stains

and the folded pages.

I know that's a little rough,

but you think I can get it signed?

- [Richard] Oh, absolutely.

- [Ray] Oh, man, that's fuckin' kick ass, man.

I love that fuckin' book.

- [Director] Cut.

- [Richard] Some ops.

- [Director] Ready and action.

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- Puta!

(upbeat Latin music)