Yankee (2019) s01e05 Episode Script
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1 A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES [drone whirring.]
Wait a minute! Run! Run! [whirring continues.]
[Yankee.]
With this system, using these gadgets, let's say that within an hour we can send almost 400kg of cocaine.
Which converts into around 50 million dollars guaranteed, sir.
Imagine what we'd be sending if we had devices from the US Army.
[theme music plays.]
[Choche.]
No, no, no.
[Cara Sucia.]
Look at that.
How gorgeous! What a nice dress! You look awesome in that! - Stop it already! - Hey.
Come over here.
Yankee, I want to tell you, I like your modern ideas.
It's good to adapt oneself.
But that isn't enough in this business.
A couple of other things are also needed.
You get me, right? Of course, sir.
That's why I'm doing business with you.
And helping you make some extra dollars while I'm at it.
Do you have a good gun? Yes, Cara Sucia gave it to me.
Let me see.
The fuck is this? A semiautomatic that's as old as Hey, Cara Sucia.
Which dump did you find this in? Here.
Give this man something good.
Look, you need something like this.
Magnificent! You're not going to fight with a stick, are you? No, sir.
What? What are you looking at? Mind your own business.
I'm going to give you one like this If you behave.
- All right? - Yes, sir.
[phone rings.]
[in English.]
Sir.
Do we have any information on the suspect? The only thing I know is he's staying in a hotel downtown, El Hermosillo.
Okay, but do we know what he's doing here? He's Parra's financial agent in the United States.
Got into some trouble with some local group and escaped to Mexico.
[in Spanish.]
I need people who can fly the drones.
I don't want any soldiers.
I don't want any hitmen.
I want technicians.
And with them, we'll get to work.
Well, let's get to it! Listen.
I want you to back Gringo in whatever he may need, understood? - Understood? - Yes, okay.
And how are we gonna pull this off? Sir, I already have some places in mind Hold on a second, please.
I'll be right back.
Here, in the meantime.
- I didn't tell him anything about it - Shut up! I'm going to repeat it so it's crystal clear.
We're going to eradicate the violence caused by organized crime.
Mr.
Prosecutor, as you're new, can you give us your opinion about the possible legalization of marijuana in the county? That's an important matter that has already been addressed.
But unfortunately, we haven't come to a decision that works for both parties.
[Paco.]
Another question, Mr.
Prosecutor.
Could you talk about the video of the alleged kidnappers who recently murdered a group of men and uploaded the footage? We're working on the matter, but sadly, we don't know who uploaded it.
We hope that certain material can help us find these criminals who have a history of abusing innocent people.
But with those methods, don't you find it somewhat brutal? - Well, you know that - [reporters clamoring.]
Please.
Ladies and gentlemen, please.
Sir, you have an appointment in a little while.
Thank you, everybody, for coming.
Mr.
Prosecutor must go.
If you'll excuse me.
Thank you very much.
[continued clamoring.]
[waitress.]
Hello.
Here's the menu.
A root beer with lots of ice.
[waitress.]
Of course.
[video games beep and wail.]
[boy.]
Careful! Careful! There! There! Bring it down! - There! Yes! You did it! - It was awesome! Yeah! Die, motherfucker.
What's up? Malcolm.
- Wilson.
Nice to meet you.
- You too.
- Hey, get over here.
- What's up? - Nice to meet you, brother.
You okay? - Yeah, great.
Hey you guys are really good.
[Plácido.]
We come here all the time.
That's what we do.
Have you seen drones? Have you ever controlled one? Parra I need you to send someone to get me.
Otherwise, those assholes will kill me.
No way.
Relax.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Don't leave the hotel until I say so.
I'll remind you that I have all of the access codes to your accounts.
[computer pings.]
[car honking.]
Nice to see you as always, Mr.
Prosecutor.
Make yourself at home.
[Parra.]
Del Toro.
You've become very famous lately.
TV gossip, Parra.
I saw the conference.
It's good that youâÂÂre coming down hard on crime.
We deserve to live in peace, right? I totally agree.
I'm not willing to tolerate kidnappings or extortion under my jurisdiction.
We can both agree on that.
Count on my help for whatever you need.
- Whiskey? - Please.
I know what to do with the drugs.
You don't have to keep repeating it.
[Choche.]
Don't speak to me like that.
Don't forget, I'm your boss.
- [Cara Sucia.]
You always - I'm telling you to shut the fuck up.
[Yankee.]
Mr.
Choche.
Look, I've brought good men.
Which men? Hey, kid! Over there.
Get lost.
[Choche.]
Where did you find this lot? Are they Boy Scouts? Or fucking elementary school students? - Sir, I've almost finished middle school.
- Hey Sir, these guys will learn the technology in five minutes.
Not like them.
[Choche laughs.]
What are their names? - He's Plácido and this kid's Wilson.
- Sir.
- And Gamberro.
He's a pitcher.
- Let's see how many you strike out.
Let's see if these kids don't get scared at the last minute.
Don't worry, sir.
I'm here, and they want to work for you.
Take your bottle, baby.
- [bottles clink.]
- [chuckling.]
Drink up! Cheers! Do you like it? It's good, sir.
It's Cara Sucia's piss.
[men laugh.]
You're kidding, right? I don't interfere with your objectives.
And you still have the same privileges with my people, okay? As long as your people don't cross the line.
I have my limits.
[Parra.]
Yes, but limits can be pushed.
There are rewards.
We would reward you very well.
You know me.
[Del Toro.]
You also know me.
And as they say, "Gifts make slaves, and whips make dogs.
" "Gifts make slaves and whips make dogs.
" Good one! But there are gifts that aren't objects, but instead help one achieve what one's always wanted.
[phone rings.]
[hacker in English.]
Yes? [in Spanish.]
Tell him to come up.
I've been waiting for him for over an hour.
[in English.]
Fucking Mexico.
Okay.
[Yankee in Spanish.]
Understand that at Las ÃÂguilas, we're not hitmen.
We're a company.
As a company, we have responsibilities.
We're going to have schedules.
You're going to have objectives.
A company? Are we getting social security and everything? [snorting laughter.]
Yes, you are, in fact.
Securely getting an ass whooping.
- Sorry, boss.
- You see, dumbass? Don't mess with the manager, dickhead.
Motherfucker.
- Understood? - Yes, sir.
- Keep on flying then.
- Okay.
[Yankee.]
And remember, it will be different with the weight.
And the wind.
Go lower.
Come on.
- Keep them a little lower.
- [Piporro.]
Yo! Gringo, come over here.
Hold on, I'm busy.
It'll be three kilos extra per trip.
What the fuck did you say? I'm fucking busy, can't you see? Okay, let's see.
Lower them, please.
Lower.
[gunshots.]
What the fuck? Don't you know how expensive those are? I don't give a shit.
How about that? I only came to tell you that the drugs you ordered are here.
And the boss wants to see you now.
Come on.
Fucking bigmouth.
Let's go! The fuck you looking at? What are you looking at? [in English.]
Okay.
Okay.
[keyboard clacking.]
[in Spanish.]
Don't move a muscle, motherfucker.
On the ground.
- On the ground! - [in English.]
Okay, okay, okay.
[grunts.]
Come on.
- Come on! - [Wolf.]
Shh! [phone rings.]
- [in English.]
Wolf, any news? - [Wolf.]
Chief.
I've got your package.
Where do I deliver? [McCarthy.]
Well, we can't go to Mexico to arrest him.
Do I take him to the local police? No, you'll have to bring him here yourself, and don't even think of going through customs.
You have to find another way.
- How? - Wolf This arrest was illegal and everything that follows is illegal as well.
So bring that motherfucker over and don't let anybody see you.
Cross the wall like an illegal.
I can do that? Figure it out.
I want him here on this side of the border.
Fuck.
[Choche in Spanish.]
Come in, Yankee.
I've got a surprise for you.
Mind your head, it's really low.
My knee is killing me.
My sciatic nerve.
[panting.]
[Choche.]
Yankee! I'm coming, I'm coming, Mr.
Choche.
[Choche.]
Hurry up, I haven't got all day! [Choche.]
Come and look at what I have here! You're not gonna believe it.
Hey I've got this especially for you.
Don't just stand there.
Take it.
How is it? It's a beauty.
You can't just defend yourself with your fists like a caveman.
Just don't use it on Piporro.
Yeah? I'll deal with him.
Mr.
Choche, it's amazing.
Thank you very much, but I don't know how I can repay you.
[Choche.]
All in due time.
Sorry, Mr.
Choche, but I can't be here any longer.
[Choche.]
Are you crazy, Yankee? Nice one, Piporro.
You shot down his drone? You bet! He thinks he's something else.
We should shoot all of them.
- No, no.
Calm down, man.
Calm down.
- [Piporro.]
Hello? - What? You must be kidding me, man.
- [Cara Sucia.]
I can't believe him! Where? Yes.
He's here with me.
I'll tell him.
[Cara Sucia.]
What is it? Something's fucked up with the drugs.
What are you saying, moron? Come on, you bastards! [Yvonne.]
They told me you were getting on really well with the bosses.
- How do you do it? - [Yankee.]
Look! What's that? Turtle stew.
- Turtle? - [Yvonne.]
Don't you like it? Well I don't know.
I mean, it's turtle.
I get the impression that you're going to fly high with the cartel.
Like your drones.
Not really.
Drones don't fly that high.
We keep them low so they're not spotted.
You only need to get rid of a couple hindrances and I'll see you hanging with the bosses.
All thanks to you.
For speaking to Choche.
No, no.
I mean with the real big bosses.
The ones pulling the strings, not guys that only go about giving orders.
[phone ringing and vibrating.]
I need you to go and get our computer friend from Hotel Hermosillo.
Yes, sir.
I'll go after dropping you at the office.
[Parra.]
When you have the bank account numbers and other documents, bring them.
[Maclovio.]
As you command, Mr.
Parra.
[Wolf.]
I know several drug traffickers who are going to run out of resources thanks to your information.
Don't you like the war in Mexico? No? In a way, thanks to you, we're going to win.
What do you think of that? [phone rings.]
Who said no one wants drug trafficking to end? I do.
[sirens wail.]
[Cara Sucia.]
Hey, chief.
Turns out that the truck that flipped over in Reco del Diablo was ours, so don't mess with it.
And let's see if you can get your fucking cops off my tail.
No, I don't need them.
They can fuck off already.
Come on! Let's go.
Okay.
Are you coming back to the bar tonight? [phone rings.]
Yeah.
I have to speak to Choche.
Hey It seems that [music playing.]
[car engine starts and revs.]
[doorbell rings.]
- [in English.]
Excuse me, Phoebe Moriarty? - How can I help you? Wait, what are you doing? Wha [collector.]
The agency can't keep waiting.
Your debt has grown too much.
This is yours.
[Piporro in Spanish.]
"Turned over"? It crashed into a fucking bush.
- Fucking morons.
- [Cara Sucia.]
Come on, man.
Let's see.
All right, what the fuck happened? The owner must have abandoned the truck.
Abandoned? He left and that's it? - Where the fuck is he? - We don't know.
When we arrived, he wasn't here.
He must have got scared when the police arrived.
You fucking idiots! You can't solve shit! - Go and get that bastard for me.
- Of course, boss.
- You guys wanna earn some hard cash? - Yes.
Good.
All of this in the van.
- [Piporro.]
Everybody.
Come on.
- All of it.
Move it! Get to Tucson and look for 8 Black.
Ask for Olaf, okay? No way to miss him, he looks like a Viking.
For you.
- Sir.
- What time are you leaving? At twelve o'clock at night.
- I better get going.
- [in English.]
Yeah.
Okay.
Take it.
[in Spanish.]
Let's go.
[Yankee.]
What a beauty! [Yvonne.]
Hello.
[Yvonne chuckles.]
- Let's go over there.
- Now? You look stunning.
Just a little.
What's going on with you? [Cara Sucia.]
No, you have to work hard for your money, girl.
- And you find that bastard.
- [Piporro.]
Yes.
- [Cara Sucia.]
Find him fast, that queer.
- [Piporro.]
I didn't consider him a threat.
- [man.]
Careful, man.
- What? [man.]
Watch your step.
What did you say? [Choche.]
Cara Sucia! Put the gun down.
Let's go.
- I said let's go! - Yes, sir.
[Choche.]
I'm sick of your shit.
What happened? - Choche is seething about the driver.
- What driver? A commotion.
One of the drivers who was bringing a van full of drugs steered off of the road for no apparent reason.
I'm sure he was drunk.
He stops at every bar on the highway.
Yeah, but what's that got to do with Cara Sucia? Because he's one of Cara Sucia's drivers.
That Pancho must have run away.
What is it? I know where he is.
[Wolf grunts.]
[Wolf.]
Come on, get inside.
That's it.
Get some rest.
I hope you don't get dizzy.
- [trunk slams.]
- [music playing.]
[Piporro.]
Where the fuck did you go, son of a bitch? Speak, asshole! [thug.]
Were you hiding, fucker? - [thug.]
Motherfucker! - [cartel member.]
Scumbag! Go to hell.
- [thug.]
Wait, wait, wait.
- [cartel member.]
Take that! Are you having a good time? None of your business.
What? Is the show too hard-hitting for your kids? Bunch of pussies.
We do things differently.
That's all.
Well, they better start getting used to it because it's how the business works.
- [man.]
You'll see, motherfucker.
- [kicks continue.]
[man.]
Does this hurt? Eh? Understood, Gringo? My punishment is death.
So, kill him now, you bastard.
[Cara Sucia.]
In such a fucking rush? You kill him then! Or is your gun only there to scratch your balls? Did you fuck up or did I? If you're going to kill him, do it now.
[gun clicks.]
Kill him.
Do what I say! Kill him, I said! I only follow Choche's orders.
You're not my boss.
[gunshots.]
[man.]
And these fucking kids? Huh? [gun clanks.]
Fucking gringo.
[Piporro.]
Take him away.
[McCarthy in English.]
Any minute now, Wolf's gonna call us and tell us where she's gonna deliver the package.
[ICE agent.]
Sir, do you know which route she would take? We need to place our agents close to the inspection booths here and here.
We need to protect her.
She did almost all the work herself.
Let's go! Sir.
[in Spanish.]
Ma'am.
They want you in the back.
It's an emergency.
How nice to see you, sweetheart! [Yvonne.]
How are you? [Choche.]
It's been a while since I last saw you.
Glad to see you.
I wanted to ask you something.
Go on.
Let's see.
What do you think of Yankee? He's awesome.
And he likes to work.
Is that an opinion or is it because you like him? That's got nothing to do with it.
Oh, I know you.
You like him, you like him.
I think you should hold on to him.
I get the impression that he's going to be useful.
I definitely like him.
The only thing I don't like is that he's a gringo.
And he's too soft for this job.
Maybe it's not his kind of thing.
- What's wrong with being a gringo? - [Choche grunts.]
Isn't he the type to back out at the first sight of danger? Or later, he's ratting us out.
Yankee isn't the first gringo that's worked with us.
- And the others were top notch.
- Let me tell you something.
Your dad was lucky.
[whispering.]
But let me tell you something.
The people here don't like fucking gringos.
- You mean Cara Sucia, right? - Yeah.
You know that moron just hates for the sake of hating.
[Choche chuckles.]
I'm not concerned.
As long as I have you close, you can keep an eye on Yankee.
Well, I'm off.
I'm gonna take this for the road.
Bye, beautiful.
Take care.
[Choche.]
You girls are so pretty.
[Wolf in English.]
Yeah.
Two miles east of the border.
Like an hour and a half.
Copy that, sir.
[in Spanish.]
We're here! Get out! Quickly, get out! Walk! Fast, walk, walk! Get in! Walk! We're not gonna hurt you, don't worry.
Against the corner.
[hacker coughs.]
[crowbar clanks.]
Get in.
Get in! [rhythmic beeping.]
[in English.]
Miss Oh, my God! Doctor, he woke up.
- Be ready, she'll show up any minute now.
- All right, sir.
[Wolf.]
Enjoying the view, sir? - [McCarthy.]
Took you long enough.
- [Wolf.]
Fuck, I need a cigarette.
Give me a hand with the suspect.
Congratulations, agent.
Hurt your head doing the plumbing? [Wolf.]
No.
Just doing my job, sir.
When you feel like it.
Can I have my cigarette, please? [ICE officer.]
All right, let's make it official.
You're under arrest.
Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law.
You have a right to an attorney.
[in Spanish.]
You heard it.
You heard it, man.
I mean, really, that asshole thinks he's untouchable.
He's not going to listen to me, nor follow my orders.
He only answers to Choche.
Who does he think he is? You don't have to put up with this bullshit, boss.
No, but it's fucking Choche's fault.
That old bastard who sits behind the fucking gringo.
Look We don't need the Yankee nor Choche.
You better shut up, man.
Think about it.
Shut your mouth.
[in English.]
What the fuck? Good news.
What are you doing here? Apparently, the rules of the game changed.
This little bag is for you.
It's from Malcolm.
[western music playing.]
[doctor in English.]
He's still weak.
[Valenzuela.]
Yeah, let's hope he recovers his strength soon enough.
[music ends.]
Welcome back, Billy.
Sweet Jesus.
[in Spanish.]
Yes, Dad.
See you soon.
Say bye to Daddy.
Bye, Dad.
Off to bed.
Brush your teeth.
Yes, Mom.
Malcolm? What happened? I've been so worried.
Why didn't you call me? Baby, it's complicated.
But things have changed.
I promise that you'll hear from me more often.
Okay? I promise.
Okay.
Hey, besides paying the debts and all that, can I use the money to invest in a business? It's so much.
[Yankee.]
Yes.
Of course, baby.
As you wish.
And put the money away where only you can find it, okay? [Phoebe.]
Okay.
Did you get to speak to the guys who were going to help you get back? ["The Only Way" by Trevor McSpadden plays.]
Sorry I didn't call you Sorry I didn't write Sorry I don't have the nerve To speak what's on my mind I let the hours waste away I let the days pass by I let every chance to tell the truth Turn into a lie All those little trips we took All the time we spent All that I kept thinking was Why am I doing this? I played my part just well enough I played into your hands I played only way This can end Is bad The only way This can end is bad [song ends.]
Wait a minute! Run! Run! [whirring continues.]
[Yankee.]
With this system, using these gadgets, let's say that within an hour we can send almost 400kg of cocaine.
Which converts into around 50 million dollars guaranteed, sir.
Imagine what we'd be sending if we had devices from the US Army.
[theme music plays.]
[Choche.]
No, no, no.
[Cara Sucia.]
Look at that.
How gorgeous! What a nice dress! You look awesome in that! - Stop it already! - Hey.
Come over here.
Yankee, I want to tell you, I like your modern ideas.
It's good to adapt oneself.
But that isn't enough in this business.
A couple of other things are also needed.
You get me, right? Of course, sir.
That's why I'm doing business with you.
And helping you make some extra dollars while I'm at it.
Do you have a good gun? Yes, Cara Sucia gave it to me.
Let me see.
The fuck is this? A semiautomatic that's as old as Hey, Cara Sucia.
Which dump did you find this in? Here.
Give this man something good.
Look, you need something like this.
Magnificent! You're not going to fight with a stick, are you? No, sir.
What? What are you looking at? Mind your own business.
I'm going to give you one like this If you behave.
- All right? - Yes, sir.
[phone rings.]
[in English.]
Sir.
Do we have any information on the suspect? The only thing I know is he's staying in a hotel downtown, El Hermosillo.
Okay, but do we know what he's doing here? He's Parra's financial agent in the United States.
Got into some trouble with some local group and escaped to Mexico.
[in Spanish.]
I need people who can fly the drones.
I don't want any soldiers.
I don't want any hitmen.
I want technicians.
And with them, we'll get to work.
Well, let's get to it! Listen.
I want you to back Gringo in whatever he may need, understood? - Understood? - Yes, okay.
And how are we gonna pull this off? Sir, I already have some places in mind Hold on a second, please.
I'll be right back.
Here, in the meantime.
- I didn't tell him anything about it - Shut up! I'm going to repeat it so it's crystal clear.
We're going to eradicate the violence caused by organized crime.
Mr.
Prosecutor, as you're new, can you give us your opinion about the possible legalization of marijuana in the county? That's an important matter that has already been addressed.
But unfortunately, we haven't come to a decision that works for both parties.
[Paco.]
Another question, Mr.
Prosecutor.
Could you talk about the video of the alleged kidnappers who recently murdered a group of men and uploaded the footage? We're working on the matter, but sadly, we don't know who uploaded it.
We hope that certain material can help us find these criminals who have a history of abusing innocent people.
But with those methods, don't you find it somewhat brutal? - Well, you know that - [reporters clamoring.]
Please.
Ladies and gentlemen, please.
Sir, you have an appointment in a little while.
Thank you, everybody, for coming.
Mr.
Prosecutor must go.
If you'll excuse me.
Thank you very much.
[continued clamoring.]
[waitress.]
Hello.
Here's the menu.
A root beer with lots of ice.
[waitress.]
Of course.
[video games beep and wail.]
[boy.]
Careful! Careful! There! There! Bring it down! - There! Yes! You did it! - It was awesome! Yeah! Die, motherfucker.
What's up? Malcolm.
- Wilson.
Nice to meet you.
- You too.
- Hey, get over here.
- What's up? - Nice to meet you, brother.
You okay? - Yeah, great.
Hey you guys are really good.
[Plácido.]
We come here all the time.
That's what we do.
Have you seen drones? Have you ever controlled one? Parra I need you to send someone to get me.
Otherwise, those assholes will kill me.
No way.
Relax.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Don't leave the hotel until I say so.
I'll remind you that I have all of the access codes to your accounts.
[computer pings.]
[car honking.]
Nice to see you as always, Mr.
Prosecutor.
Make yourself at home.
[Parra.]
Del Toro.
You've become very famous lately.
TV gossip, Parra.
I saw the conference.
It's good that youâÂÂre coming down hard on crime.
We deserve to live in peace, right? I totally agree.
I'm not willing to tolerate kidnappings or extortion under my jurisdiction.
We can both agree on that.
Count on my help for whatever you need.
- Whiskey? - Please.
I know what to do with the drugs.
You don't have to keep repeating it.
[Choche.]
Don't speak to me like that.
Don't forget, I'm your boss.
- [Cara Sucia.]
You always - I'm telling you to shut the fuck up.
[Yankee.]
Mr.
Choche.
Look, I've brought good men.
Which men? Hey, kid! Over there.
Get lost.
[Choche.]
Where did you find this lot? Are they Boy Scouts? Or fucking elementary school students? - Sir, I've almost finished middle school.
- Hey Sir, these guys will learn the technology in five minutes.
Not like them.
[Choche laughs.]
What are their names? - He's Plácido and this kid's Wilson.
- Sir.
- And Gamberro.
He's a pitcher.
- Let's see how many you strike out.
Let's see if these kids don't get scared at the last minute.
Don't worry, sir.
I'm here, and they want to work for you.
Take your bottle, baby.
- [bottles clink.]
- [chuckling.]
Drink up! Cheers! Do you like it? It's good, sir.
It's Cara Sucia's piss.
[men laugh.]
You're kidding, right? I don't interfere with your objectives.
And you still have the same privileges with my people, okay? As long as your people don't cross the line.
I have my limits.
[Parra.]
Yes, but limits can be pushed.
There are rewards.
We would reward you very well.
You know me.
[Del Toro.]
You also know me.
And as they say, "Gifts make slaves, and whips make dogs.
" "Gifts make slaves and whips make dogs.
" Good one! But there are gifts that aren't objects, but instead help one achieve what one's always wanted.
[phone rings.]
[hacker in English.]
Yes? [in Spanish.]
Tell him to come up.
I've been waiting for him for over an hour.
[in English.]
Fucking Mexico.
Okay.
[Yankee in Spanish.]
Understand that at Las ÃÂguilas, we're not hitmen.
We're a company.
As a company, we have responsibilities.
We're going to have schedules.
You're going to have objectives.
A company? Are we getting social security and everything? [snorting laughter.]
Yes, you are, in fact.
Securely getting an ass whooping.
- Sorry, boss.
- You see, dumbass? Don't mess with the manager, dickhead.
Motherfucker.
- Understood? - Yes, sir.
- Keep on flying then.
- Okay.
[Yankee.]
And remember, it will be different with the weight.
And the wind.
Go lower.
Come on.
- Keep them a little lower.
- [Piporro.]
Yo! Gringo, come over here.
Hold on, I'm busy.
It'll be three kilos extra per trip.
What the fuck did you say? I'm fucking busy, can't you see? Okay, let's see.
Lower them, please.
Lower.
[gunshots.]
What the fuck? Don't you know how expensive those are? I don't give a shit.
How about that? I only came to tell you that the drugs you ordered are here.
And the boss wants to see you now.
Come on.
Fucking bigmouth.
Let's go! The fuck you looking at? What are you looking at? [in English.]
Okay.
Okay.
[keyboard clacking.]
[in Spanish.]
Don't move a muscle, motherfucker.
On the ground.
- On the ground! - [in English.]
Okay, okay, okay.
[grunts.]
Come on.
- Come on! - [Wolf.]
Shh! [phone rings.]
- [in English.]
Wolf, any news? - [Wolf.]
Chief.
I've got your package.
Where do I deliver? [McCarthy.]
Well, we can't go to Mexico to arrest him.
Do I take him to the local police? No, you'll have to bring him here yourself, and don't even think of going through customs.
You have to find another way.
- How? - Wolf This arrest was illegal and everything that follows is illegal as well.
So bring that motherfucker over and don't let anybody see you.
Cross the wall like an illegal.
I can do that? Figure it out.
I want him here on this side of the border.
Fuck.
[Choche in Spanish.]
Come in, Yankee.
I've got a surprise for you.
Mind your head, it's really low.
My knee is killing me.
My sciatic nerve.
[panting.]
[Choche.]
Yankee! I'm coming, I'm coming, Mr.
Choche.
[Choche.]
Hurry up, I haven't got all day! [Choche.]
Come and look at what I have here! You're not gonna believe it.
Hey I've got this especially for you.
Don't just stand there.
Take it.
How is it? It's a beauty.
You can't just defend yourself with your fists like a caveman.
Just don't use it on Piporro.
Yeah? I'll deal with him.
Mr.
Choche, it's amazing.
Thank you very much, but I don't know how I can repay you.
[Choche.]
All in due time.
Sorry, Mr.
Choche, but I can't be here any longer.
[Choche.]
Are you crazy, Yankee? Nice one, Piporro.
You shot down his drone? You bet! He thinks he's something else.
We should shoot all of them.
- No, no.
Calm down, man.
Calm down.
- [Piporro.]
Hello? - What? You must be kidding me, man.
- [Cara Sucia.]
I can't believe him! Where? Yes.
He's here with me.
I'll tell him.
[Cara Sucia.]
What is it? Something's fucked up with the drugs.
What are you saying, moron? Come on, you bastards! [Yvonne.]
They told me you were getting on really well with the bosses.
- How do you do it? - [Yankee.]
Look! What's that? Turtle stew.
- Turtle? - [Yvonne.]
Don't you like it? Well I don't know.
I mean, it's turtle.
I get the impression that you're going to fly high with the cartel.
Like your drones.
Not really.
Drones don't fly that high.
We keep them low so they're not spotted.
You only need to get rid of a couple hindrances and I'll see you hanging with the bosses.
All thanks to you.
For speaking to Choche.
No, no.
I mean with the real big bosses.
The ones pulling the strings, not guys that only go about giving orders.
[phone ringing and vibrating.]
I need you to go and get our computer friend from Hotel Hermosillo.
Yes, sir.
I'll go after dropping you at the office.
[Parra.]
When you have the bank account numbers and other documents, bring them.
[Maclovio.]
As you command, Mr.
Parra.
[Wolf.]
I know several drug traffickers who are going to run out of resources thanks to your information.
Don't you like the war in Mexico? No? In a way, thanks to you, we're going to win.
What do you think of that? [phone rings.]
Who said no one wants drug trafficking to end? I do.
[sirens wail.]
[Cara Sucia.]
Hey, chief.
Turns out that the truck that flipped over in Reco del Diablo was ours, so don't mess with it.
And let's see if you can get your fucking cops off my tail.
No, I don't need them.
They can fuck off already.
Come on! Let's go.
Okay.
Are you coming back to the bar tonight? [phone rings.]
Yeah.
I have to speak to Choche.
Hey It seems that [music playing.]
[car engine starts and revs.]
[doorbell rings.]
- [in English.]
Excuse me, Phoebe Moriarty? - How can I help you? Wait, what are you doing? Wha [collector.]
The agency can't keep waiting.
Your debt has grown too much.
This is yours.
[Piporro in Spanish.]
"Turned over"? It crashed into a fucking bush.
- Fucking morons.
- [Cara Sucia.]
Come on, man.
Let's see.
All right, what the fuck happened? The owner must have abandoned the truck.
Abandoned? He left and that's it? - Where the fuck is he? - We don't know.
When we arrived, he wasn't here.
He must have got scared when the police arrived.
You fucking idiots! You can't solve shit! - Go and get that bastard for me.
- Of course, boss.
- You guys wanna earn some hard cash? - Yes.
Good.
All of this in the van.
- [Piporro.]
Everybody.
Come on.
- All of it.
Move it! Get to Tucson and look for 8 Black.
Ask for Olaf, okay? No way to miss him, he looks like a Viking.
For you.
- Sir.
- What time are you leaving? At twelve o'clock at night.
- I better get going.
- [in English.]
Yeah.
Okay.
Take it.
[in Spanish.]
Let's go.
[Yankee.]
What a beauty! [Yvonne.]
Hello.
[Yvonne chuckles.]
- Let's go over there.
- Now? You look stunning.
Just a little.
What's going on with you? [Cara Sucia.]
No, you have to work hard for your money, girl.
- And you find that bastard.
- [Piporro.]
Yes.
- [Cara Sucia.]
Find him fast, that queer.
- [Piporro.]
I didn't consider him a threat.
- [man.]
Careful, man.
- What? [man.]
Watch your step.
What did you say? [Choche.]
Cara Sucia! Put the gun down.
Let's go.
- I said let's go! - Yes, sir.
[Choche.]
I'm sick of your shit.
What happened? - Choche is seething about the driver.
- What driver? A commotion.
One of the drivers who was bringing a van full of drugs steered off of the road for no apparent reason.
I'm sure he was drunk.
He stops at every bar on the highway.
Yeah, but what's that got to do with Cara Sucia? Because he's one of Cara Sucia's drivers.
That Pancho must have run away.
What is it? I know where he is.
[Wolf grunts.]
[Wolf.]
Come on, get inside.
That's it.
Get some rest.
I hope you don't get dizzy.
- [trunk slams.]
- [music playing.]
[Piporro.]
Where the fuck did you go, son of a bitch? Speak, asshole! [thug.]
Were you hiding, fucker? - [thug.]
Motherfucker! - [cartel member.]
Scumbag! Go to hell.
- [thug.]
Wait, wait, wait.
- [cartel member.]
Take that! Are you having a good time? None of your business.
What? Is the show too hard-hitting for your kids? Bunch of pussies.
We do things differently.
That's all.
Well, they better start getting used to it because it's how the business works.
- [man.]
You'll see, motherfucker.
- [kicks continue.]
[man.]
Does this hurt? Eh? Understood, Gringo? My punishment is death.
So, kill him now, you bastard.
[Cara Sucia.]
In such a fucking rush? You kill him then! Or is your gun only there to scratch your balls? Did you fuck up or did I? If you're going to kill him, do it now.
[gun clicks.]
Kill him.
Do what I say! Kill him, I said! I only follow Choche's orders.
You're not my boss.
[gunshots.]
[man.]
And these fucking kids? Huh? [gun clanks.]
Fucking gringo.
[Piporro.]
Take him away.
[McCarthy in English.]
Any minute now, Wolf's gonna call us and tell us where she's gonna deliver the package.
[ICE agent.]
Sir, do you know which route she would take? We need to place our agents close to the inspection booths here and here.
We need to protect her.
She did almost all the work herself.
Let's go! Sir.
[in Spanish.]
Ma'am.
They want you in the back.
It's an emergency.
How nice to see you, sweetheart! [Yvonne.]
How are you? [Choche.]
It's been a while since I last saw you.
Glad to see you.
I wanted to ask you something.
Go on.
Let's see.
What do you think of Yankee? He's awesome.
And he likes to work.
Is that an opinion or is it because you like him? That's got nothing to do with it.
Oh, I know you.
You like him, you like him.
I think you should hold on to him.
I get the impression that he's going to be useful.
I definitely like him.
The only thing I don't like is that he's a gringo.
And he's too soft for this job.
Maybe it's not his kind of thing.
- What's wrong with being a gringo? - [Choche grunts.]
Isn't he the type to back out at the first sight of danger? Or later, he's ratting us out.
Yankee isn't the first gringo that's worked with us.
- And the others were top notch.
- Let me tell you something.
Your dad was lucky.
[whispering.]
But let me tell you something.
The people here don't like fucking gringos.
- You mean Cara Sucia, right? - Yeah.
You know that moron just hates for the sake of hating.
[Choche chuckles.]
I'm not concerned.
As long as I have you close, you can keep an eye on Yankee.
Well, I'm off.
I'm gonna take this for the road.
Bye, beautiful.
Take care.
[Choche.]
You girls are so pretty.
[Wolf in English.]
Yeah.
Two miles east of the border.
Like an hour and a half.
Copy that, sir.
[in Spanish.]
We're here! Get out! Quickly, get out! Walk! Fast, walk, walk! Get in! Walk! We're not gonna hurt you, don't worry.
Against the corner.
[hacker coughs.]
[crowbar clanks.]
Get in.
Get in! [rhythmic beeping.]
[in English.]
Miss Oh, my God! Doctor, he woke up.
- Be ready, she'll show up any minute now.
- All right, sir.
[Wolf.]
Enjoying the view, sir? - [McCarthy.]
Took you long enough.
- [Wolf.]
Fuck, I need a cigarette.
Give me a hand with the suspect.
Congratulations, agent.
Hurt your head doing the plumbing? [Wolf.]
No.
Just doing my job, sir.
When you feel like it.
Can I have my cigarette, please? [ICE officer.]
All right, let's make it official.
You're under arrest.
Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law.
You have a right to an attorney.
[in Spanish.]
You heard it.
You heard it, man.
I mean, really, that asshole thinks he's untouchable.
He's not going to listen to me, nor follow my orders.
He only answers to Choche.
Who does he think he is? You don't have to put up with this bullshit, boss.
No, but it's fucking Choche's fault.
That old bastard who sits behind the fucking gringo.
Look We don't need the Yankee nor Choche.
You better shut up, man.
Think about it.
Shut your mouth.
[in English.]
What the fuck? Good news.
What are you doing here? Apparently, the rules of the game changed.
This little bag is for you.
It's from Malcolm.
[western music playing.]
[doctor in English.]
He's still weak.
[Valenzuela.]
Yeah, let's hope he recovers his strength soon enough.
[music ends.]
Welcome back, Billy.
Sweet Jesus.
[in Spanish.]
Yes, Dad.
See you soon.
Say bye to Daddy.
Bye, Dad.
Off to bed.
Brush your teeth.
Yes, Mom.
Malcolm? What happened? I've been so worried.
Why didn't you call me? Baby, it's complicated.
But things have changed.
I promise that you'll hear from me more often.
Okay? I promise.
Okay.
Hey, besides paying the debts and all that, can I use the money to invest in a business? It's so much.
[Yankee.]
Yes.
Of course, baby.
As you wish.
And put the money away where only you can find it, okay? [Phoebe.]
Okay.
Did you get to speak to the guys who were going to help you get back? ["The Only Way" by Trevor McSpadden plays.]
Sorry I didn't call you Sorry I didn't write Sorry I don't have the nerve To speak what's on my mind I let the hours waste away I let the days pass by I let every chance to tell the truth Turn into a lie All those little trips we took All the time we spent All that I kept thinking was Why am I doing this? I played my part just well enough I played into your hands I played only way This can end Is bad The only way This can end is bad [song ends.]