Subtitles by explosiveskull
(WAVES LAPPING)
(TAPE RIPPING)
(INHALES)
Do you love her?
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(EXHALES)
I know you do.
MATEO: It's five kilos of uncut cocaine.
I'm givin' it to you.
Oh, but it fuckin' belongs to me.
Because I have something that belongs to you.
(SEAGULLS CRYING)
You have 12 fuckin' hours.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
JOSH: That's nice.
Trey...
I'm on vacation.
You're smuggling drugs into Mexico.
I wouldn't call it smuggling per se.
What do you think the cops are gonna call it down here, huh?
I don't know. Gringo loco? I don't know.
Fuckin' idiot.
Well, we made it through, so I suggest we smoke it.
- Of course you do. - TREY: Relax, Michael.
It's Mexico, not Switzerland.
(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
No.
(HELICOPTER PASSING OVERHEAD)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)
Hey. Aren't you going to surf?
The waves too big for you today?
(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
(GASPS)
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHING)
Michael! (LAUGHS)
Let me go!
Let me go.
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GIGGLING)
Dude, she's so fucking hot!
But are you sure about this girl?
MICHAEL: Honestly?
If she says yes, I'm gonna settle down with this one.
What?
No way. After just six months?
Michael, are you... You're kidding, right?
So, I guess you're not coming to the club tonight.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)
TONY: Door!
(LOUD EXPLOSION)
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
- Tony? - MATEO: Keep 'em busy!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
MATEO: Move!
(CRASH)
JESUS: Tony.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
(GUN FIRING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
Let's go!
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(CLICKING TRIGGER)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(GUN FIRING)
(JESUS SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(IN SPANISH)
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
I told you this place is amazing.
MICHAEL: Surreal almost.
There's not a lot of people around, huh?
See all those luxury hotels?
Unfinished.
Yeah, they overbuilt.
Big time.
Well, just when the economy tanked,
the president declared the war on drugs.
The media blew it out of proportion, tourists got scared.
They stopped building.
I wanna meet your family.
Can I?
Please?
Sure. Let's do it.
Just let me get my purse from the room.
(LAUGHS)
I'll see you in the lobby.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Do you really think that? (LAUGHS)
Fuck, no, man.
Dude, we totally lost him for the night, bro.
- Oh! - (CAR ENGINE STARTING)
Yeah!
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)
TREY: Hola, Senor.
JOSH: Hey, andale!
TREY: Uh, what do you call a strip club here again?
(UPBEAT RAP SONG PLAYS)
(LINE RINGING)
Excuse me.
Hi.
Did you by any chance see a young woman?
She's wearing a pink dress. She's about 5'7".
No, sir. I'm sorry. I didn't see.
All right. Thanks.
You're welcome.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
(GASPS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
MAN: Go to the hotel entrance. You have two minutes. Come alone.
(MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
(MAN DIRECTING IN SPANISH)
(MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(CLUB MUSIC PLAYS)
Yeah. Hey!
Yeah!
Woo!
- Ay! - Ooh!
Oh, yeah!
TREY: Nice.
What!
I love you!
(SEAGULLS CRYING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(ROOSTER CROWING)
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES)
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
(SOBBING)
(PAULINA SOBS)
(TIMER BEEPING)
MATEO: You're gonna deliver it across the border to San Diego.
If it's lost,
stolen, or you get arrested, she'll die.
If it's damaged in any way, she'll die.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Gracias.
MATEO: If try to go back to your hotel or contact the police...
We'll know.
Because I'll be watching you.
And I'll slice her fucking throat myself.
- WOMAN: Destination? - MICHAEL: Tijuana.
Sign here, please.
(BUS DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
Are you okay?
- You don't look okay. - I'm fine.
Wait...
Your eye is bleeding.
Can I?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Excuse me, sir...
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
That's the best you can do?
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
Hey, I'm sorry about your partner.
The streets have ears.
Something bad happened?
Tell me. What were you doing in Baja?
I just came down with my friends to surf.
What?
I live a mile from the beach and I never go.
Maybe I should.
Yeah. You should.
(SPEAKING IN ENGLISH)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(SIGHS)
Yep.
(DRIVER MAKING ANNOUNCEMENT IN SPANISH)
Thanks for cleaning me up.
MICHAEL: Hey! Stop that girl.
MICHAEL: Hey!
(DOG BARKING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(TRAIN HORN BLARING)
(PANTING)
(DOG GROWLING)
(DOG BARKING)
She stole my bag.
I want it back.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
- MAN: Get him, ese! - (DOG GROWLING)
MAN 2: Fuck him! Fuck him up!
MAN 3: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, come on!
(GRUNTING AND EXCLAIMING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
MAN: Yeah!
(DOG GROWLING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
MAN: Fuck him up!
(GROWLING)
(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
(MEN EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
(MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
- Feed this puto to the dogs. - (DOGS GROWLING)
(BARKING)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MEN EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
(MAN WHISTLES)
WOMAN: No, no!
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(DOGS GROWLING)
(DOGS BARKING)
That was one hell of a move you pulled back there.
But if were me and you, I would have let that train plow you.
It would cut you right in half.
This doesn't belong to you.
Cartels often wrap their dope in a specific manner.
It's like their signature.
For example, the Venegas Cartel wraps their dope like a cocoon.
La Sombra wraps their dope crisscross.
This is crisscross. Unbroken seal.
Any one of us tried to move this dope,
it could start a war.
Or be a death sentence.
Which makes it less than worthless to me.
In fact it's a liability.
I don't care who it belongs to.
I have to take it across the border.
Americano bandito.
If you carry dope in Mexico, you have to be willing to die.
Are you willing to die?
Yes.
And how do you plan on carrying this across the border?
I'm American. I'll just walk.
Or I'll buy my way across.
Why is it an American's answer to everything is money?
Hmm?
Listen...
I appreciate what you did for my niece.
I really do.
But you are going to have to leave.
Now.
This...
It puts us all at risk.
It's all yours.
Just in case you need a Plan B...
Here. Mermaid's.
You're going to tell the doorman that you need to see Pedro.
Anybody ask you who sent you,
you tell them with a straight face, "None of your fucking business."
Me entiendes?
Okay.
Pull this. He'll understand.
Why'd you help me like this?
Because you saved my niece here,
even after she tried to jack you.
That takes heart.
Do you know how to use it?
You take this butt and you slam it on someone's face.
Then all you have to do is point.
If you travel with drugs in Mexico, you are going to need this.
Thanks.
The border is that way.
Just look for the metal arch on Revolucion.
And gringo, be careful.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(EXHALES)
(TIMER BEEPING)
(PANTING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
TREY: Michael. Olivia.
JOSH: Hello?
Should get somebody to open the door.
There's a guy there back in the hall.
All right.
MICHAEL: (ON RECORDING) ...you can leave a message and I'll call you back.
Dude, when you get this, give me a call.
Yeah, right. Please.
Yo, Michael!
Olivia?
JOSH: Try him again, dude.
(RECORDING) Hi, this is Michael. I'm not in right now,
but you can leave a message and I'll call you back.
It's his voicemail again.
JOSH: Are you kidding me?
Okay.
WOMAN: Rosarita Beach Hotel.
Yeah, hi. Um, I need some help. We're actually looking for our friends.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(PANTING)
(CARS HONKING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PANTING)
- (BICYCLE BELL RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (WHISTLE BLOWS)
Identificacion?
(DOG PANTING)
FEMALE OFFICER: We need to look in the backpack.
(DOG PANTING)
(FEMALE OFFICER SPEAKING SPANISH)
(DOG PANTING)
(MICHAEL PANTING)
(DOG PANTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WHIMPERING)
(PANTING)
(CELL PHONE CHIMING)
Hello?
MATEO: I see you're making progress.
Next time we speak, you'll be on the other side.
Don't try anything stupid.
Hey, wait! I wanna talk to her.
I need to know she's okay.
(LINE CLICKS OFF)
Hello?
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PANTING)
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
(BEEPS)
(TIMER BEEPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
You looking for something to steal?
I thought I might try drug running.
But I guess you have that covered already.
Get in. I take you to Plan B.
Come on.
(MUSIC ON RADIO CONTINUES)
Sure you want to ride with me and these drugs?
I'm not planning on getting caught. Are you?
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON RADIO)
I'm sorry about trying to steal your bag.
You were an easy mark.
No, really. Thank you...
For pulling me off the track. I owe you my life.
(POLICE SIREN BLARING)
(CARS HONKING)
What's the deal with this guy Pedro?
He's a coyote.
He will help you to get across, but...
I don't trust him.
Why not?
You have money?
Not much.
You need money. A good coyote don't come cheap.
Do you want me to come with you?
No. I got this. But thank you.
I still owe you.
We're even.
How can I help you?
I need to see Pedro.
Who sent you?
None of your fuckin' business.
Andres, huh? Get in there.
(SOFT UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)
I'm here to see Pedro.
Go do something.
A gun? (CHUCKLES)
Come on. Sit down, asshole. Sit down!
So Andres either gave you that pistolero,
or you're some badass motherfucker, and you took it from him.
My guess, the former?
He said you could help me.
How so?
I need to get across the border.
Hey, I thought white boys crossed the border legally.
I suppose it has something to do with what's in that bag, right?
I have to get across the border. Are you gonna help me or not?
So, what are you gonna do? Hop a fence like a goddamn beaner?
'Cause you need a pro to take you, okay?
It's an hour's drive east,
over the roughest terrain Mexico has to offer.
You'll be dodgin' criminals, outlaws, dirty cops, federales,
not to mention the cartel who's land you'll be trespassing on.
Listen to this, you don't know where to cross.
I don't give a shit what's in that bag. All right?
I don't give a shit, but listen to me.
And know this, You screw over the wrong motherfucker down here,
they will cut your face off and staple it to a soccer ball.
I am that wrong motherfucker. Understand? Understood?
Yeah? Good.
So, how soon do you need to get there?
- Soon as possible. - Hours or days?
Hours.
How much money do you got on you?
Like 500 bucks.
500 bucks?
500 bucks!
You're joking me, right? You need $10,000.
Now, is it a problem?
'Cause if it is, take your ass up, get your ass up right now
and walk away from here right now, okay?
Go to the bank. Get the money. Don't forget the money.
Bring your ass back here as fast as you can,
have your sweet ass back on American soil, late afternoon.
- Deal? - Okay?
Forgetting somethin'?
Leave the bag.
Well, I'm gonna need my passport!
Now let's not tell me what you're going to need.
I'm gonna tell you what you need? Okay?
I don't give a fuck about the bag,
the bag's collateral, all right?
It's safer here with me
than it is with your dumb ass running around out there.
- Get it? Give him his passport. - Yeah.
Get outta here.
Hurry the fuck up, man. You're cutting into my ass time.
Rosy, get your ass out here.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)
(TIMER BEEPING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES)
- I need a cash advance on all of these. Okay? - Okay.
Start with this one. Max out what you can.
(WOMAN MUMBLING)
Senor Taylor, is everything all right?
Pardon?
Do you mind to take off your hat and glasses?
I wonder if this is some sort of emergency.
No. No, emergency. Just a rough night.
As you understand, the interest rates
and fees on cash advances are very high.
Perhaps I could arrange a wire transfer from another source?
No. No, that's fine.
Just get me the money, please.
I'm in a hurry.
On cash withdrawals of more than $10,000,
we'll need you to fill out some forms.
Yeah.
That's fine.
One moment, please.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
Look at him. He can barely fit in the elevator, let alone a tunnel.
I was just saying, man.
Hey, baby.
He's on his way.
He's paying for the coyote.
I want more this time.
You'll get what we agreed.
Mateo.
I want more.
(SIGHS)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey. Hey, relax, kid. Man.
Come on. This is a gentleman's retreat, man. It's a place of business.
All right? Be cool. Here.
Hey. My fucking money. You got the money?
Good.
Hey, you know what? You better tell my parole officer
that I'm living in Mexico. I'm a desperado.
I won't be at my three o'clock on Wednesday, okay? (LAUGHS)
(BELLS TOLLING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(CAR DOORS CLOSING)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Hey, Chuy.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
JESUS: Michael Taylor.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Have you heard anything?
Okay, well, we'll be up here.
Come on up.
Gracias.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
- GABRIEL: American? - Yeah.
My name is Gabriel.
I am from Nicaragua.
- You know Nicaragua? - I do.
May I ask you a question?
Sure.
What are you doing here?
Just trying to get across. Same as you.
No, no. Same as you? No, you're not same as me.
You are American. You are going home.
I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to get across.
Well, perhaps we're the same.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Shit.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
- Hi, gentlemen. - Hello.
Do you recognize this person?
Yeah. That's him.
Yeah, it's Michael Taylor.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(TIMER BEEPS)
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON RADIO)
How much longer?
Very soon, Michael.
How do you know my name?
Gringo.
MICHAEL: Hey!
(GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON RADIO)
(EXHALES)
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON RADIO)
GABRIEL: Please! Please! Don't hurt me.
Not gonna hurt you.
They were going to kill me.
Let's go.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(BOTH PANTING)
(GABRIEL GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much.
Good luck.
(EXHALES)
This is crisscross. Unbroken seal.
Hey. My fucking money. You got the money?
Hey, you know what? You better tell my parole officer
that I'm living in Mexico. I'm a desperado.
Pedro.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Looks like we got a rabbit on the run here, huh?
I'm American.
We'll see about that.
On your knees, boy. Get down.
Easy now.
- I'm reaching for my passport. - Okay.
Mmm?
What do you think?
Okay. Get up.
What you doing out here, boy?
It's a long story.
How about making it a short one?
What happened to your face?
MAN: You look a little beat up there.
What's in the bag?
I asked you, what's in the bag?
Just my belongings.
Show us.
This is America. You have no right to...
Show us what's in the bag!
Now.
Thank you.
Open.
You. On the ground. Now.
The passport. Throw it to me.
Now, cuff yourself to him.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
- Throw me the keys. - No.
(KEYS JINGLING)
Really?
Hey! Where you going? Hey!
What do you think you're doing?
Hey!
(TIMER BEEPING)
(GRUNTS)
He was just at the border, man.
Now it looks like he's turning around.
What's going on?
(BEEPING)
(MATEO SCOFFS)
Look. Your fucking boyfriend's getting cold feet.
I thought he was being followed.
Or maybe his backpack was stolen, man.
Hey. You're still paying me. I did my part.
Mateo. (GASPS)
Any time you want to fucking go back to where I found you...
Could've been jumped.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(PHONE RINGING)
MATEO: Is there a problem, my friend?
No. I'm on schedule.
If you don't make the fucking delivery,
she's not the only one that's gonna die.
Do you understand me? You have less than three fucking hours.
(BEEP)
(GRUNTS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(JESUS SPEAKING SPANISH)
(TIMER BEEPING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(GUN FIRING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
You switched it, you son of a bitch.
PEDRO: Relax, kid. Okay, just put the gun down.
And you tried to have your men kill me.
Put the gun down.
I'm not going out like that.
Okay, that's cool. What do you want from me?
I want it back.
Hey, fuck you. I can't do it, all right?
Okay. (CHUCKLES)
Come on, have a beer.
All right. Just don't shoot me, all right?
I like my head. I don't wanna lose it.
(DOOR OPENING)
Hey, look. Look, man. This isn't yours. It's not yours. It's not...
Okay. They're gonna want it back.
They're gonna want it back and they're gonna wanna know...
And they're gonna wanna know who gave it to you.
So they're probably gonna kill me.
And they're definitely gonna kill you.
Look. Look, smart ass.
You can tell them yourself.
(GRUNTS)
(GUN COCKING)
(GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
(GUN FIRING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
(CAR HONKING)
(GRUNTING)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(GRUNTS)
(GUN FIRING)
(TIMER BEEPING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)
I told you I didn't trust him.
Good call.
My uncle called Pedro and sniffed out his bullshit.
He's going to get a serious beating for crossing you.
Andres vouched for you. We don't take that lightly around here.
Are you gonna come clean now? Mmm?
They kidnapped my girlfriend
and told me to take these drugs across the border.
I've got an hour left before they kill her.
Well, how's that funny?
I wish someone cared about me that much.
(POLICE SIREN BLARING)
(RADIO CONTINUES PLAYING)
Listen, I'm running out of time.
We gonna take a tunnel. It's simple as that.
(TIMER BEEPING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(METAL CLANKING)
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
(PHONE KEYS BEEPING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
It's gonna be okay. You'll get her back.
Where is it?
You're standing on it. Move it.
(WATER DRIPPING)
LUCY: You're on your own from here.
Thanks.
Now we're even.
(METAL CLANKING)
(GUN FIRING)
You need to go, Michael. Go. Now! Go!
(GUN FIRING)
Go. Please. Go, Michael!
- LUCY: Go, go, go. - (GRUNTS)
(GUNS FIRING)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
MATEO: Baby, it's all coming together. (CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
- Salud. - Salud.
(LAUGHING)
- (MOANS) - Hey.
(CHUCKLES)
(MOANING)
(GUN FIRING)
(PANTING)
(MICHAEL GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
Mateo.
(OLIVIA MOANING)
The kid is on US soil, man. We need to get our people in place now.
Are you sure you can't give me something extra this time?
(CHUCKLES)
Don't worry. I'll make it quick.
(MICHAEL GRUNTING)
(TIMER BEEPING)
(THUD)
(PANTING)
(PANTING AND GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(MICHAEL PANTING)
Michael Taylor. I've been looking for you.
Jesus Valencia, Tijuana Police.
I know they have Olivia.
You know who's got her?
We're close.
If we work together, we can find them.
No. If I talk to police, they'll kill her.
I can help you, Michael.
I can't take that chance. I'm sorry.
You do this on your own, neither one of you will survive.
These guys do not like loose ends.
You help me find them, I'll let you walk.
Give me the gun.
I don't have much time.
We don't need much time.
(CARS HONKING)
DECKER: We set a sting up, on our side.
Mr. Valencia has Mateo's residence in T.J.
You tell him the truth, you stay on the U.S. side of the border
near the crossing. Don't give him a chance to ask you questions.
You ask him about Olivia. Say, "Is she still alive?"
Say you want to speak to her.
He'll probably refuse, but that's okay.
When he tells you where to make the drop,
you keep it nice and slow.
He says he needs 30 minutes, you say you need 45.
You gotta buy us as much time as you can, Michael.
I don't know. He's tracking the phone, I think.
He is. Don't worry, this place doesn't exist.
(TIMER BEEPING)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(UNSTEADY BREATHING)
Hey, kid. Come on. Hey, keep it together.
Hang in there. Just a bit longer, okay?
We do this every day.
You're gonna be okay.
We have an incoming.
(CHUCKLES) Fucking idiot.
So, I backtracked the number to an address in T.J.
It's registered to a Mateo Fuentes and...
- (CHUCKLES) Guess what. He's on our watch list. - (BEEPING)
That him?
(LINE RINGING)
MAN: Just give me another minute to split off the trace.
(CELL PHONE CHIMING)
(BEEPS)
Hello.
MATEO: (OVER PHONE) So you made it?
I did.
Where the fuck are you?
San Ysidro.
(LAPTOP BEEPING)
Very good, my friend.
You got my shit?
I have it.
Okay.
What about Olivia? I wanna talk to her.
You can talk to her after.
It's what we agreed.
Tell me what to do.
Go to Chicano Park, look for a Lady Guadalupe.
There'll be a bin with a red X on it.
Make the fucking drop inside.
- And get the hell out of there. - (BEEPING)
When do I get to see her?
After we verify the product.
I need more time.
I'm on foot.
Take a damn taxi. You have 30 minutes or she's dead.
(BEEPING)
- I got him. - Okay, time to go.
I'll split the trace. You're all clear, Jesus.
We're going to get this guy.
We're going to bring back Olivia unharmed.
I'm going with you.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)
(PHONE RINGS, BEEPS)
MATEO: (OVER PHONE) The drop will be made in 30 minutes or less.
Make sure to check the fucking bag before you get out.
As soon as the drop is made,
kill him.
Hey, Mateo.
He just dropped the bag, but, uh...
MATEO: But what?
He's just standing there, homie.
He ain't fucking leaving.
Get my shit, then slice his fucking throat.
What? Right here?
What the fuck did I just tell you? Just fucking do it!
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
Just fucking do it, homie.
AGENT: (OVER RADIO) We've got movement. Wait on my call.
Hey, white boy.
- (GUN COCKS) - Freeze! Freeze!
- Hands on the floor now! Now! - (SIREN WAILING)
On your knees now!
Hands! Hands! On the floor now!
Cuff 'em.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(DOGS BARKING)
Hey, something's fucking wrong, man.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
What the hell? Where the fuck is my shit?
Boom.
- (LINE CUTS) - (GLASS SHATTERS)
(ALARMS BEEPING)
(GUNSHOTS)
- MATEO: Vamonos! - (OLIVIA GASPS)
(GUNSHOTS)
MATEO: Let's go. Let's go.
(GUNSHOTS)
That fucking... (SCREAMS)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(PANTING AND GASPING)
- (GRUNTING) - (WHIMPERS)
(GASPS)
- All right, fucking bitch! - (GUN COCKS)
(DOG BARKING)
(PANTING)
It's okay.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(OLIVIA GASPS)
Michael!
(OLIVIA PANTING)
MICHAEL: You're safe now.
Michael, I want to go home.
(SIREN WAILING)
My home.
(OLIVIA LAUGHING)
- OLIVIA: So, you just took it? - (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)
Yeah. It was mine.
The guy tried to kill me, so I figured he at least owed me that much.
My hero.
(CHATTER ON RADIO CONTINUES)
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Hello? - JESUS: (OVER PHONE) Michael. It's Jesus,
Tijuana Police.
We found a copy of Mateo's phone logs and found his connection to you.
It's Olivia Duran.
We're tracking your phone. We're on our way to you.
If you are with her, you are in danger, Michael.
You understand me?
No, that's great. We're actually just on our way to meet O's family.
I'll call you guys back. All right?
- Okay. - (PHONE BEEPS)
- Who you talking to? - Just the guys.
- Checking up on us. - You okay?
Yeah, just gonna go wash up real quick.
- And I'll be right back. - Mmm-hmm.
LUCY: (ECHOING) They still had to choose you for a reason.
(PHONE RINGING AND VIBRATING)
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)
(DOOR CHIMES)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(CLATTERING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(TRUCK HORN BLARING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)
OLIVIA: Michael.
I can smell you.
I know you're back here.
(BIRDS FLUTTERING)
You know, I have to tell you.
I have done this before.
And you made it more interesting than any of them.
But you had to mess it up, didn't you?
Couldn't you do as you were asked?
You cost me, Michael.
And now what? You're gonna to turn me in?
Not gonna happen.
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(SIGHS)
(LIGHTER CLICKING)
(OLIVIA CHUCKLES)
If you needed money, you could have asked.
I would have done anything for you.
Men just want to use me for my body. That's it.
And you're no different.
So, you want to do something for me now?
Well, you can. You can burn.
(METAL CLICKING)
(GRUNTING)
(OLIVIA GASPS)
(WHIMPERS)
Michael. What are you doing?
(GASPS) Are you insane?
Michael, you don't have to do this.
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
You always have a choice.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
OLIVIA: Michael, help me!
Come here, Michael! Help me!
(DOOR CHIMES)
(LIGHTER CLATTERS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Michael! Help me!
(SOBBING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Michael, what happened?
Where's Olivia?
Careful. I have her secured in the back.
She's covered in gasoline. She has a lighter.
She killed the clerk.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Thank you. You saved me twice.
I'm just doing my job.
Michael.
There's something for you in the glove compartment.
Buena suerte.
(SPORTS COMMENTARY PLAYING ON TELEVISION)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
(KNOCKING)
(TELEVISION SHUTS OFF)
Hanging up your guns, cowboy?
Something like that.
This is why you came all the way here?
(MUSIC PLAYING)
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