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[soft music]

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Take my cousin too.

He's the best roofer.

Better than you?

Thank you.

Oh, sorry.

I don't speak Spanish.

Hey.

If you're looking for work, go out there.

Don't look for work here.

Hey, get the hell out of here, goddamn it!

No.

No.

Ah.

[chime]

Hey.

Hey, what did I tell you?

You cannot solicit in here.

You understand?

Do you speak English?

You cannot solicit in here.

Is there a problem here?

They can't solicit in here.

They.

I'm sorry.

Did my friend just solicit you, or did you make an assumption

based on the color of his skin?

I'm sorry.

Apologizing to the wrong fucking guy, mate.

I'm sorry.

Don't be ashamed, man.

See, I shouldn't even assume that you're a man

or how you identify.

Hey, do you sell ice bandages here?

No.

It's a hardware store.

How about a toe strap?

17.

Thanks, man.

So you're looking for a job?

Forgive me for assuming.

Yes.

Sweet.

Sweet.

Actually, I need two kinds for this job.

I need someone with a car, a car or a truck or something,

you know.

Ass is packed tighter than a nun's nasty.

You got one, a truck, that is?

Yes.

Yes, good.

Two for two!

What's your name, amigo?

Felix.

Felix, like Felix?

Felix the cat?

[laughs]

I'm just kidding.

It's a good name, bro.

So, Felix, I got maybe, let's say

150 apiece for a little filthy trabajo on my uncle's ranch.

What do you say?

Yes.

Yes, good.

Yeah, I fucking...

I love my uncle, but he's a... he's

a fucking dickhead sometimes.

You know, he's a full conspiracy nut.

He's just a fucking flat earther and microchips

in the vaccine, fucking lizard people, all this bullshit.

Anyway, I'm in the shower this morning, you know, singing.

Yeah?

I'm feeling happy, and this motherfucker comes straight

in, fucking bangs on the door.

I slip, go down, and boom, busted up.

You think he gives a shit?

No.

Because today he's the perfect day to prep for the end

of the world, Donnie.

He's fucking got a bunch of shit in the back of his car

that he needs to, you know, be put

in the ground or some bullshit.

I don't know.

You know, he's a... he's...

he's fucked because he's like a fucking dog with a bone, right?

Once he gets something in his head,

he's got to go through with it, just will not let it go.

Which is where you guys come in to save my...

my lily white ass.

That's him in the fucking shitbox caddy out there.

All right, you guys are ready, just

give us a... give us a toot.

Honk, and we'll be off quicker than a frog in a sock.

Prickly Jack's.

So how epic are these?

Dude, shit's keeping you up all night.

Have you never had one?

What, is it your first day in the fucking country, mate?

Yes.

All right, folks.

It's gonna be $18.22.

Fucking hell.

Keep it, mate.

You're fucking kidding me, mate.

[laughs]

Welcome.

Welcome to the US of A. First day in the country!

[laughs]

Oh, when Donnie boy's done with you,

you're going to be bleeding red, white, and blue.

[music begins to play]

[singing in spanish]

Hola, amigo.

Hola.

[chuckles]

[howls]

This is a prime piece of real estate, huh?

Yes.

[chuckles]

You're going to be an American, you got to learn

to lie better than that.

You know, Americans are good, but they're

second best in the world.

You know who the best are?

Fucking Aussies, bro.

Yeah, our whole country is founded by colony of criminals.

Yeah, the fucking Brits used to take

the worst of their society, sent them

to what they thought was hell; turned out to be paradise.

But our history is saturated by murder,

and blood, and treachery, just like America's.

Uncle Steve says it needs to be about this size...

deep enough to keep the dingoes out.

OK.

OK.

Let's get cracking.

Grab the cooler and the tools, guys.

Uncle Steve, can I get my phone back now?

Come on, man.

Come on!

It's not that hard to watch two dudes dig a hole.

They're... they're both cool cats.

Fuck.

I gotta stay in the moment.

Stay in the moment, Donnie boy.

Yeah, danger is real, Donnie boy.

Ah.

Thanks for showing me a better way, you fucking wanker!

[music playing]

Oh, yeah!

I fucking love anything ranchera.

Music, huevos.

I guess that's pretty much it.

Hey, cabrón, aquí.

Yeah.

Gracias.

You hear that?

The accordion.

You know, in the 1800s, a bunch of Germans came to Mexico,

and they brought two things with them...

beers and accordions.

No one talks about that sort of cultural appropriation,

do they?

We're all thieves.

Do you know the Indigenous people of Australia

weren't even counted in the National Census until 1967?

How fucked up is that?

Fucking Aussie dickheads thinking they own the land.

The USA is the same.

This whole goddamn country's stolen.

You're a thief too, Felix.

You stole this job off an American, mate.

So what's your deal, Felix?

Is this the plan?

Hmm?

Is this it?

This can't be it, mate.

Hey, tell me you've got a better plan than this.

You know, digging holes for arseholes

out in the middle of fucking nowhere!

I... I cook.

Man, no shit.

Any good?

Pepián de pollo.

Pepián de pollo?

Something with chicken.

It is a chicken with pumpkin, like mole.

Yeah, fucking good.

If it's that good, forget being a cook, mate.

You should... you should open your own restaurant.

Dream big, baby.

This... this is America.

This is... you got to feel the success, Felix.

Eh?

Imagine and create!

I don't know.

Maybe.

Fuck, mate!

I'm going to be your first customer, all right?

I might even invest.

A little bit of money coming in, eh?

I need to diversify, mate.

Ah.

Yeah, it's going to happen.

We put it out there, mate, in the universe, fucking

secret and all that shit.

Seriously, wait, player.

Listen.

Listen, player.

It's going to happen, all right?

Look at me.

It worked for me.

You need to say it.

Yes.

Yes, what?

What?

Say it.

Say it.

Say it!

Yeah!

Yes, putting it out there, fucking in the universe.

Hey, can I get a dart, mate?

Give me one of those?

No.

$1.

I'm giving you $150 of them, mate.

$1.

Oh.

You can learn a lot from this guy, Felix.

Nothing in this country is for free.

Hey!

Mind telling me what y'all are doing out here?

What does it look like we're doing?

We're digging a big fucking hole, mate.

Boy, you better tell me what you're doing.

This land is my land.

This land is your land?

This land is my land, from California to New York island.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right, all right.

There's obviously been some sort of mix-up.

Ain't nothing mixed up here.

What's really going on here with you and these Mexicans.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There's no need for that language, mate.

"Mexicans" ain't a derogatory term.

Same thing as saying Australians,

or Italians, or Jews.

Now, I asked you a question.

Yeah, and I'm going to answer it.

I'm still sort of thinking about the Jews one, though.

See, the thing is, you're asking the wrong question.

It's not what these undocumented immigrants are doing.

It's why.

And the answer to that is to get rid of four dead bodies.

Now five.

[gunshot]

[laughs]

Holy fucking shit!

Oh, beautiful fucking timing, mate.

Did you see the look on his face?

I mean, before it exploded.

It's fucking awful.

Shut the fuck up, Donnie.

Get their phones, and get them to finish the hole.

Don't fuck with me 'cause I'm a gangster!

Look too close, and I probably won't break your bank.

You make it.

Doing my thing, check out my Visa card.

It's got diamond rings.

[scatting]

So much money.

Buy a Bugatti, my fucking Maserati.

Here we go to zone, yeah.

Hoo, hoo, yeah.

[tense music]

What the fuck!

Hey.

What the fuck.

Did you just piss on my crime scene?

I'm... I'm sorry.

I didn't know it was...

Yeah, we potentially have a witness here.

MAN (ON RADIO): Copy that.

What have we got?

Yeah, he urinated on some of the evidence.

MAN (ON RADIO): Urinated?

Let me clear him out, OK?

MAN (ON RADIO): Uh-huh.

Am I the first and only person you've seen out here?

Yes, sir.

How long have you been here?

Not long, just a...

It's your first piss drop?

Piss drop?

Yeah, it's my... my first.

All right, let me get you a card.

It's out in my car.

Follow me.

Yeah.

Hey, do you know what... what might have happened here?

Yeah, this was a botched property deal.

There... there... there was a head.

Yeah, the Los Zetas cartel.

It's their favorite go-to card.

What they do is they buy a bunch of properties around the border

to establish a new cash drop.

It's no surprise at all that they have a head in there.

Believe me, whoever's responsible for this,

they knew I was coming.

That head was left there on purpose.

I got to get all this shit cleared up by the morning.

By the morning?

If I don't get it cleared up by morning,

the Los Zetas cartel, they're going

to go to war with my employer.

Is that... is that the police or the feds?

Neither.

[gunshots]

Did you hear back from the people at the reservation yet?

MAN (ON RADIO): Not yet.

We'll let you know.

(SINGING) Getting it done in the desert!

You, put the rest of them in the hole.

Oh, OK.

Hey, Steve.

Why don't you sit in the car, mate?

I got this.

Come on, put them in the hole.

Hey, bro.

Hey, come on.

Come on, Felix.

You don't get your shit together,

Steve's going to kill you.

Mr. A-OK over here, you know we can trust him.

Can we trust you?

Look, I know it doesn't feel like it now,

but we're the same, you and I. We

saw an opportunity to have a better life, and we took it,

mate.

Hey?

We're tired of being little men, eating scraps

at the tables of others, hey?

You don't mind?

Ah, fuck it.

Let's help this guy out.

Come on, cabrón.

Come on.

[groaning]

Fuck.

Fucking mother...

[thud]

Woo!

It's this cunt's fault you guys are even here.

Please put him in the hole, please.

Today?

Oh, right, Felix, I forgot to ask you.

Is it "Latin-X" or "Latincks"?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cabrón, cabrón, cabrón.

Ah!

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[gunshots]

[grunts]

Alfonso, no!

[gunshots]

[speaking spanish]

You pump, I dump.

Seriously?

I'm fucking with you.

I just need a caffeine fix.

Make that two.

Fuck off.

[radio chatter]

[radio chatter]

Excuse me, officer.

Sorry.

I was just a little bit distracted.

I find her so captivating.

Look at her.

See, for me, it's the right woman's eyes

when you look into them you can see the future

and how beautiful it can be.

Yeah, she's got a nice set.

That's shirt, it's fucking awesome.

Thank you.

Well, thank you for your service.

Liquid heart attacks again?

Coffee's for cucks.

You think your wife's cheating on you?

Fuck you.

[groaning]

Steve.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What are you doing?

We're family.

Look at me.

We're family, mate.

Stop, stop, stop.

Wait, wait.

The phone.

Mary, it's in the glove box.

She locked it in the glove box.

We could get it back, mate.

We could track it.

We could get the money back, just...

just put the pickaxe down.

Too late for that, Donnie.

It's not too late.

We can track the fucking phone.

Think about it.

Just... just save me.

Take me to see dad.

Hey, he can fix me up.

He can fix me up.

We're family.

Go on, go on.

[car alarm]

It was the Macaroni Grill.

So, you know, yeah, pretty nice for a first date.

No, I had to cut it short before any funny business.

I don't want him to think I'm easy.

I know I am.

I just don't want him to know that yet.

He'll find out on our second date.

[laughs]

Yeah.

Hang on a second.

Dad?

[screaming]

Help me!

No!

Oh, my god.

Ah, help!

Call the police.

Someone's here!

[groan]

[door slams]

Oh, my god, no!

[yelling]

I've got my dad's gun.

Get the hell out of here!

[muffled crying]

[banging on door]

Stop!

Mister, I... I got a 357.

It has big fucking bullets.

They'll take your dick clean off!

[screaming]

Stop!

Fuck yourself, or I swear I'm going

to pull this fucking trigger!

[gunshots]

I warned you.

I fucking warned you.

No, no!

[crying]

[screams]

Look at me.

No!

[gunshot]

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): We provide clean, fresh,

and up-to-date web design, logos, graphic design.

Our services do not stop there.

We provide social...

PREACHER (ON RADIO): Coitus, money will not buy you friends!

I cannot stress this enough, my brothers and sisters.

God does not care.

Money will not buy you friends.

Yes, can you feel me?

The darkness is coming!

(SINGING) This land is your land.

This land is my land, from California

to the New York island.

The redwood forests and something, something.

PREACHER (ON RADIO): You must believe in your hearts

that this is all simply a test of the flesh.

God's sanctity resides in all of us.

Death is not the end, my brothers.

There are multiple levels to get through.

[panting]

PREACHER (ON RADIO): [inaudible] peace with God's life

within us.

The first death is always the physical death,

which the Lord is tired that we must separate...

Still breathing, huh?

You came back.

Yeah.

Let's get you on the truck.

I... I couldn't open this.

I got it.

That's enough.

OK.

[groaning]

That fucking hurt, you cunt.

[gunshot]

Drop it.

All right, you in the car, let me see your hands.

Are you fucking deaf?

That's hands, plural!

Your right and then you left... this is basic shit.

Does it look like he speaks English, Rob?

No, but you do.

Who the fuck are you, hombre?

You got a fucking hearing problem too, uh?

Easy.

It's me.

Well, you're fucking terrible at taking direction.

Hey!

Easy, pal.

All right.

Fucking hell.

I thought they cut your fucking head off.

No, the God-killer.

Open the gate.

You look like shit.

I mean, you were never really a handsome dude.

You really look bad.

How do you think you look?

Fair enough.

I need a clean car.

I need you to junk this one.

Yeah, I need a new liver and a beer.

Why?

What did you do, man?

It's not what it looks like, man.

It's just bad luck.

No such thing.

All right, you know what?

I don't give a shit.

I don't really care.

I'll junk this piece of shit for you,

but I do not have another car.

Sorry.

Where are you going?

I hate to burst your bubble, man,

but you ain't going to find another car under there.

You... you don't look so great.

I'm not even going to ask.

Hey, Fonzie, man, come on.

Get your ass out of there, man.

I got plans tonight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do I got plans.

You know what?

This is a total invasion of my privacy.

I knew it was going to be safe here.

Shit.

You can't just stash shit under my house without telling me.

What the fuck!

It's private fucking property, man.

And I do not have a fucking car for you!

I do have a 1972 Chevrolet Camaro.

It's 255 horses, 454 big block, needs a couple of gaskets.

Just get it running.

I'll get it going.

[groaning]

What the fuck, man?

I was getting towels!

Here.

Shit, lift your leg up.

Easy, easy.

Come on.

Hey, this was a very nice couch, you pricks.

He needs water.

He needs a little more than water.

[speaking spanish]

He says he cannot get deported.

I think he's got a few more problems

to deal with right now.

[speaking spanish]

He says he's fine.

Yeah, the fuck it's fine.

Shit!

How fast can you get this car ready?

As fast as fucking possible.

And who could patch him up?

You got any other favors you want to ask me tonight?

I might know a guy who might be down, if he's

not drunk in an Indian Casino.

Yeah, you better be fucking gracias.

GROWLER (ANSWERING MACHINE): This is Doc Growler.

Leave a message.

Growler.

Hey, it's Rob.

Look, man.

I need a favor.

Dude, call me back... stat.

All right.

If he's not drunk in a bathtub full of gin,

he'll call me back.

But what you should do, you should

call a fucking ambulance, dump him at the Safeway,

and they'll patch him up.

He'll be good as new.

Of course, he won't be here, but fuck, man.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Fuck.

He says that his family lives in a small house

with three other families.

Wow.

Thanks for the life story.

At least you'll be alive, fucking idiot.

Says he could call his cousin to come pick him up.

Your cousin?

Fuck, man.

Call him!

Go.

[dialing]

TINA (ANSWERING MACHINE): Hey, this is Tina.

I can't get to the phone right now.

He doesn't know the fucking number.

[speaking spanish]

He says he's trying to remember.

My man, Safeway.

It's 10 minutes.

Go, go now!

[speaking spanish]

Motherfucker.

That's a fucking iPhone!

If this guy wasn't here, I would fucking kill...

Rob, outside... now.

You find my phone!

Can't see shit!

Asshole.

Can you say that in Spanish?

You do a job with a dude, it goes South.

So fucking what?

Dump him.

We got a job from a couple of guys at the hardware store.

They were connected.

They tried to kill us.

You got a job at the hardware store?

All right.

So what the fuck does it matter?

Get rid of this fucking kid.

Get on with your life, man, your real life.

We help him first.

This ain't going to wipe your slate clean.

That has nothing to do with this.

Yeah.

OK.

[speaking spanish]

Ugh!

What the did you do to my bathroom?

Alfonso.

[ringtone]

Growler, are your hands steady enough

to do some extracurriculars, like now?

You are one lucky fucking dude.

A few miles east on Mesa.

You can't miss the sign.

You know, I was going to have a few ladies over tonight,

but I canceled because of you.

You paid up front?

Go fuck yourself, man.

Go on.

Get out of here.

MAN (ON RADIO): Oh, Jesus.

Oh, five bodies, three Zetas, one of them headless,

our old friend Gonzalo.

Ah.

I thought that was him.

MAN (ON RADIO): And the property owner, a rancher.

Whoever did this split in a big hurry.

So Donnie boy and horrible Hoskins are the only two

unaccounted for.

MAN (ON RADIO): Right.

Ah.

That's an unlikely duo.

MAN (ON RADIO): They've got to be mad

if they were willing to break in here and murder a young woman.

[coughs]

How did you come across the scene?

MAN (ON RADIO): We got a call of a B&E.

Found the property owner's daughter

deceased with a gunshot wound.

Owner's truck was missing.

Black... - Yeah, one second.

MAN (ON RADIO): OK.

OK, and continue.

MAN (ON RADIO): At least one of them's hurt.

The bathroom sink at the house was covered in blood,

not the victim's or the owner's blood.

It's a little early in the movie for them

to turn on each other.

MAN (ON RADIO): Yeah, right.

Yeah, well, what's one more murder?

State can't kill him twice.

MAN (ON RADIO): Yeah.

So are... are we good?

No, I prefer extending your life one favor at a time.

You Growler?

Doc Growler, yeah.

You're Rob's friend?

I am.

So?

Kid got shot in the leg.

He's in the car.

How long ago did he get shot?

Couple hours ago.

He was able to walk on it for a while, but then he fell down.

He's all fucked up.

What's your name, son?

Felix.

All right, let's get him inside.

All right, get up on the table.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Lie down lie down.

There you go.

[phone vibrating]

Don't get away.

Hello.

Growler.

ROB (ON PHONE): Growler.

Yeah, who is this?

ROB (ON PHONE): Rob.

Let me talk to the Mexican.

It's for you.

Right.

Hello?

ROB (ON PHONE): Yeah, I think you left something here.

I'll be right there.

I got to go back to Rob's.

No, no, no, no.

No, take him with you.

I'll be right back.

No, no, no.

You can't leave him here.

No fucking way, dude.

I said, I'll be right back.

I don't fucking know you, dude.

It's all right.

I don't know what the fuck you're doing.

You don't fucking know me.

No, I don't know what the fuck you're doing.

I said, I'll be right back.

I don't know what you're fucking up.

You can't just leave a fucking gunshot body here.

- You want money? - No.

You want fucking money?

I don't want your fucking money!

Money.

Rob asked me for a favor.

Here you go.

That's what the fuck this is.

He has a fucking family.

So get your ass in there and save his fucking life.

I'll be back.

Fuck.

You tell fucking Rob he owes me!

This kid fucking winds up dying, I'm fucking throwing

his body in a fucking dumpster.

No, it's OK. Go ahead.

Lie down.

Come on.

All right, let's get this bullet out of you.

You all right?

OK, Felix.

I'm going to put this in, and you're going to go to sleep.

Dormir, OK?

I'm going to put this in your IV,

and you're going to go to sleep.

And when you wake up, there'll be no more bullet.

I got to take the fucking bullet out.

You don't want to go to sleep?

You're a real cowboy, huh?

OK.

All right, all right.

We can do it a different way.

OK, hold on one second.

OK.

I'm going to put it right there, OK?

OK?

I no go to sleep?

No, you're not going to go to sleep.

I numb it up, OK?

You're going to feel a little, little prick right now.

Bueno.

All right.

Here we go.

Ready?

Uno, dos, and tres.

Almost.

And done.

Done.

OK.

Now we wait.

Esperamos.

Want a little of this?

No?

Bite down on this, OK?

OK.

OK, we're going to get it.

[screaming, crying]

OK, one fuerte.

One... dude.

Dude, I can't fucking get this if you're going to fucking

move around like that.

All right, calm down.

You're going to fucking feel something, dude.

Give me the towel.

Give me... give me the towel.

All right, I got an idea.

Hey, it's going to be all right, man.

Breathe.

I know it hurts.

Good.

OK.

Like this.

Sorry.

Sorry, dude.

It's just easier that way, man.

We got to do it.

It's just the way it goes.

All right, ready?

10, 9, 8.

7, 6, 5, 4...

that's right.

It's going to be all right.

You don't look so good.

Maybe you better tell me the password to your phone before...

you know, just in case.

[groaning]

PREACHER (ON RADIO): There are two deaths.

Death smiles at us all, mate.

All a man can do is smile back.

PREACHER (ON RADIO): But you have the second death,

the most important death of all, because it

is the eternal life that...

What street's it on?

Cut out the fucking Marcus Aurelius quotes already.

PREACHER (ON RADIO): Throw your hands in the air.

Yes, yes.

Hey, wake up.

Don't fucking fall asleep.

What street's it on?

I can't think.

Turn this fucking shit off, mate.

Fucking turn it off.

Turn it off!

It's broken.

PREACHER (ON RADIO): Have your second life,

your born again life.

Don't fuck with it.

It's broken.

It's fucking broken!

Fucking bullshit.

Turn it the fuck...

it's on... it's on Mesa.

How are you feeling?

Your bag?

Right there.

Keep the weight off that leg.

Take these.

You're lucky, you know.

A couple of centimeters to the left, you'd have been toast.

You feel all right?

It's all right.

Sorry about knocking you out, against your will and all.

In there, the recovery room.

Come on.

He fucked you, man.

You're wrong.

You think he was sitting in my office dropping a deuce?

He's just a scared kid.

Kid?

You were skinning folks alive when you were his age.

All the flying product I did for Ricardo?

Fuck, man.

He made sure I knew all the terrible shit you did.

He's just trying to help his family.

Family?

You don't even know he's got a family.

How do you know that family's even real?

You don't have a family.

How would you know?

Neither do you.

Hey.

There he is, God-killer.

Last time I looked into these eyes, you were fading fast,

and I was slipping you my favorite pocket knife.

Look, what Ricardo did to your wife...

And my son.

That knife in your hand, I knew what you'd become.

I knew that you'd take all those motherfuckers

and send them straight to hell.

You did it to save yourself.

Hey, how about that?

God-killer still knows how it works.

It was in every nook and cranny of that fucking

car except the passenger seat.

Yeah, that was empty.

Hey, kid.

Must be fucked up being new to the country

and everything, huh?

Give it a chance.

Bunch of assholes over here, but we ain't all murderers.

There's some good people too.

You understand?

You don't understand.

He fucked you, man.

He fucked me.

You take this money, you go, get the fuck out of here.

Take that with you.

[dialing]

Oscar.

OSCAR (ON PHONE): Felix?

[barking]

Come on.

We're closed.

Come on, we're closed.

No, no.

Open the door.

No, no, no.

Did you hear me?

We're fucking closed.

All right.

What?

Jesus fucking Christ!

What the fuck happened to him?

He took a pickaxe to the chest.

I need you to wake him up.

How?

You're the fucking doctor.

Wake him up!

Help me.

Pick him up.

God fucking damn it.

Jesus.

What is it with you fucking people?

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

This is fucking bad, man.

This is really fucking bad.

He's still got a pulse.

Do your job.

I don't know if I can, man.

It's not that fucking easy.

And this is not my fucking job!

You fucking people know about fucking hospitals?

Pickaxe, huh?

What's going on?

I should look at that.

Just fucking help him.

It's like that, huh?

All right.

Well, I don't know.

Look at him!

He's in hypovolemic shock.

I... he needs fluids.

I don't know.

I'm a vet.

I don't have any human blood here.

I don't know if I can save him.

I didn't ask you to save him.

I asked you to wake him up.

You want me to just, like, wake him up temporarily?

How the fuck am I supposed to do that?

[gunshot]

[screaming]

Are we clear?

I can try!

All right, listen, listen, listen.

I got it.

Adrenaline hydrochloride.

I got 250 CCs.

I can put the whole fucking thing in his chest

right fucking in his heart.

It'll work.

It'll... fuck, this will wake up a fucking giraffe.

It better.

If I can't talk to him, you're never going to wake up.

Trust me, he'll fucking wake up.

And you better get your little fucking question ready,

because I don't know what the fuck's going to happen, really.

I ain't never done this.

Oh, fuck.

OK.

Holy God help me.

It'll work?

It worked?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Come on, man.

Wake up.

Come on, man.

Wake up!

Come on, man.

Wake up, wake up, wake up, you motherfucker!

Wake up, you fucking piece of shit cocksucker!

Wake the fuck up!

Blow some air in him.

You fucking blow into him.

I ain't doing it, man!

No.

OK, OK.

Goddamn it!

Fuck.

[coughing]

Look at me.

Look at me.

Be reasonable.

- Look at me. - Be reasonable.

No, no. Think about it.

I did everything I fucking could.

I tried, man.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

One last thing... I could get the paddles.

I'll put the paddles on him.

I can put the paddles on him.

Just let me do it, OK?

OK?

OK?

Here's a paddle.

[gunshots]

[dogs barking]

[wheezing]

Who won the gunfight?

I thought you were a goner.

Christ.

Christ, some cunts are just hard to kill.

Yeah.

How you feeling?

Yeah, yeah.

Pretty good.

Well, I saved your life.

You mind showing me how to track your phone now?

[cocks gun]

What do you think you're doing?

I brought you here to help you, gave you everything you wanted.

I thought we were family.

Closest thing to a father I ever had.

Yeah.

Well, fuck you, Donnie.

It's just what dad would have said.

[gunshots]

[dogs barking]

[groaning]

[tense music]

[dogs barking]

[groaning]

[dogs barking]

[screaming]

Where's my fucking money?

Huh?

What the fuck is this?

Don't you lie to me, you fucking [inaudible]..

[thud]

[groaning]

All right.

Where's my $5 million?

Wise the fuck up, God!

Where's the car?

Where's my fucking car?

[gurgling]

No, but I would like to meet him.

Now, about this car.

That's a lot of "yo no se's."

I call bullshit.

You're from Ecuador, aren't you?

Yeah.

I can tell.

Hmm, got a beautiful...

be smart.

You know I got some crazy motherfuckers in Ecuador.

I can make one phone call, and they'll tell me exactly

where this picture was taken.

Give me a second.

Hello?

Shut the fuck up.

MAN (ON PHONE): Yes.

Hey, amigo.

I was wondering if I can send you a photo.

I need you to tell me exactly where this family is located.

Yeah, I'll get it over to you shortly.

Señor.

Think you can help me out?

Señor!

OK.

Yeah, I'm here.

Let me call you back.

There something you want to tell me?

It's good to see you're still holding on,

Dr. Dean, because I wanted to tell you,

I need one more favor from you.

[phone vibrating]

ROB (ON PHONE): Hey, Growler.

It's Rob.

The guys who hired us are here, dead.

Whoever did it took Felix.

Yeah, of course they took that little shit.

Guess why.

Why don't I be like, hey, fellas.

Good to see you.

Here's your money back.

See you later.

You ever need a car crushed, that's on the house.

Just take the money and go.

ROB (ON PHONE): Even if I was that stupid, it's too late.

They're here.

ALFONSO (ON PHONE): I'll be right there.

I'm sorry, Rob.

Yeah, I'll ask them to wait for you.

[honking]

It's a courteous little death squad.

[honking]

There's no backup.

Lucky me.

[engine revving]

[ominous music]

[honking]

[honking]

[honking]

[gunshots]

Ah, fuck.

Yeah, yeah.

OK.

Hang on.

Nice.

Well, well, well.

Lucky.

Come on.

You are lucky.

You're a real piece of shit.

You know that?

What?

That's not him.

Hm?

That's not him!

Shit!

[gunshots]

[honking]

Back you go.

[rummaging noises]

Nasty motherfucker.

[ominous music]

Rob.

Geez, eh.

[groaning]

I told you.

Yeah.

[gunshots]

I'm guessing you're all Alfonso.

Where's the rest of it?

Where's the kid?

What kid are you talking about?

Felix?

The grown-ass man that ratted you out?

Is he alive?

For the time being.

But he's got to die.

You work for the gringos, no?

What gave it away?

So your men are responsible for the death of three Zetas.

Even if you get their money back,

they're going to demand blood.

And Felix?

He's not going to cut it.

So this is what's going to happen.

You're going to give him whatever is in that backpack,

and then you're going to let him go.

Your bosses live.

The Zetas get their money and their blood.

But it's going to be my blood!

Why the fuck would anyone give two shits about you?

Because I am the God-killer.

Bullshit.

OK?

Wait, wait.

Hold on.

Get up.

Get up!

[groaning]

Do you know whose gun this is?

It could be anyone's.

It belonged to Ricardo Carrillo Morales.

He used to run the Zetas until I killed him with it.

Holy shit.

You're real.

Imagine if you hand over the God-killer.

Alfonso, no.

Shut the fuck up!

[wincing]

We've got a deal.

Gun goes on the ground, and get over here.

That's far enough.

Turn around and get down on your knees.

You're not going to let him go, are you?

Normally, I wouldn't.

But you just don't fuck up an opportunity this good.

[groaning]

[gunshots]

Alfonso.

[chuckles]

[contemplative music]

Oh.

OK.

[gunfire]

[music playing]

[singing in spanish]