All language subtitles for Black.Warrant.2022.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC

[sirens wailing]

[car horn honks]

[sirens continue wailing]

[sirens continue wailing]
[horn honks]

[horn honks]

[groans] You're gonna
miss this, Juanito.

I know. I am having
lots of second thoughts.

Nah, you're doing
the right thing though.

[sighs] I hope so.
Of course you are, man.

[Juan] I know, but working
at a desk? I mean...

So you guys pick out
a name yet, or--

You're wasting your time.
It's not gonna be Tony.

Come on, man. I mean, Tony,
that is a good-ass name.

I mean, not only you got--
you got Uncle Tony here,

you also got, um,
Sir Anthony Hopkins.

Hannibal Lecter?

Shit, yeah.
Yeah, I don't think so.

Well, I mean, you know
he's not actually Hannibal,
though, right?

I mean, ask anyone.
Say, "Hey, y'all know
Anthony Hopkins?"

And it'll be like,
"Oh, the dude who eats people?"

Shit.
[Anthony] All right.

Well, what about, uh,
Marc Antony?

Idiot.
Divorced JLo. Bad move.

I meant the other--
the other Marc Antony.

He killed himself,
didn't he?

Oh, fuck it.
What's it gonna be?

Juan Jose Ortado Moreno III.

Fuckin' hell, man.
[Juan laughs]

No, it's Juan Junior.
Geez, that's such
a lack of imagination.

It's my name, man,
and my dad's name.

Yeah, but how many
Juans do we need
in the world, right?

Just Juan. And Juan Two
and Juan Three? [laughs]

[siren blares]

[Juan] Man, I can't believe
we have this cavalry behind

for such a small-time bust.

It's over the top,
if you ask me.

These guys are small-timers.
Gotta take out
the small-timers

before they become
big-timers, right?

Right.

[horn blaring]
[siren blaring]

[in Spanish]
We're here, guys.

Everyone stay vigilant.

[tires squealing]

[indistinct shouting]

[officers shout in Spanish]

Now, you sit
and stay here, all right?

Fuck you.

[door closes]

Be right back.

Hey, don't say that.
It's bad luck.

I still need you to pay
for the baptism.
Yeah, are we done here?

People got responsibilities,
important jobs to do.
Just leave it to the pros.

Yeah, get the fuck
outta here.
[chuckles]

[officer speaks Spanish]

[Anthony, in Spanish]
Bring the dogs.

[officers speaking Spanish]

[in English]
Let's go, let's go, let's go.

[officer]
Ándele! Rápido, rápido!

[officers clamoring]

Policía!

Ándele!

[in Spanish]
Attention. This is the DEA...

Ándele! Ándele!
[officers clamoring]

...and the police.

Stop what you are doing
and put your hands on your head.

[shouts in Spanish]

[radio chatter]

Rápido. Aquí.

[speaking Spanish]
[K-9 whines]

[K-9 officer continues
in Spanish]

[officers speaking Spanish]

[paper crinkling]
[yelling in the distance]

[loud whirring]

Patricia, ándele.

[paper shredder whirring]

It's all right.
[speaks Spanish]

No, Fernando's
not here yet.

Patricia, ándele!

[in Spanish]
On the floor.

Oh! [in Spanish]
Don't shoot, señor.

Is there anyone else
in this office?

No, no, no.
It's just me.

[toilet flushing]
What's up, Zico?

You're confused.
I'm Ramon.

Stop shitting me.
I know who you are.
If anyone knows you, it's me.

[in English]
Get up. Let's go.

[in Spanish]
Did you escape or did they
let you out of jail?

[phone ringing]

[beeps]

Is everything okay?

Your mom's gonna say no
either way.

[Patricia screams]

[Patricia screams]

[in English] Cover me.

[whispers] Fucker.

Heads up in the alley!

Well, I like the two-bedroom.
Why don't we get that one?

Okay.
[Zico grunts]

Freeze!
Drop your weapon!

[Zico] Shit!

[officers shouting
in Spanish]

[Carmen on phone]
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Juan!

No, no, no!
Oh, my God!

No, no, no!
No fuckin' way.
Oh, my God!

I need some help!

[officer speaking Spanish]
Oh, my God!

Come on, man! Just don't!
[Carmen screaming]

Don't you fuckin'
do this to me!

Come on, man! No! Fuck!
[police radio beeping]

[in Spanish]
Officer down!

Fuck, man!

I need some help!

Man down! I need--

[groans] Come on, man!

Fuck, man!

Jesus Christ!

[sobbing] I'm so sorry, man!

[sirens wailing]
[Carmen] Juan!

[siren echoing]

[operatic music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

Oh, my God!

I don't believe it.

Hey, Nick! [laughs]

How the hell did you find me?

It wasn't easy, but then again,
it wasn't that difficult.

Permission
to come aboard, sir?

Permission granted.
Yeah, thank you.

Care for a libation?
Always!

[grunts]

Whoo!

So this is what retirement
in Mexico looks like.

Yeah, it's my house, I guess.

I'm trying to remember.
Was that with water, or...

[groans] Just a little ice
in there, that's fine.

All right.

Yeah.
[chuckles]

I could get used to this
very easily.

Here you go.

Oh, salut.
Salut.

[chuckles]

It's, uh,

good to see you, Nick.

Yeah.

This isn't a social visit,
Nick.

I have three black warrants
I need you to execute.

Maybe you didn't get the hints
because of my formal attire,

but I am retired.

Your country needs you.

Oh, Francis.

You don't get it, do you?

I mean, do you know
what my day is like?

And I'd say
pretty much every day.

I get up in the morning,
I take a pee,

then I eat breakfast,
take a shit,

possibly go into town.

The afternoon,
I like to grab a little siesta.

And then at the end
of the day, a cocktail,

just like the one
I'm enjoying right now.

And that's the way
you'd like to spend
the rest of your days?

Well, I wouldn't mind
getting laid
a little bit more often,

but, yeah,
that's pretty much it.

We have a mole
in the agency.
Oh.

By the time
we clear everybody,
it'll be too late.

That's why we need you,
and we need you now.

I got $600,000 in this bag.
That's $200,000 a warrant.

Imminent danger.
We've got three,
four days tops.

[sighs]

Let me get my readers.

[grunts]
[chuckles]

You must really be retired.

Yes, I am.

You folks must really
be up against the wall.
We are.

Yeah, that's nice.

Bin-Farri?

My God, that was 25 years ago.
What is this?

Well, you know,
after everything went down
in Miami the way it did,

he was untouchable.

Too high profile.
We couldn't go after him again.

Well, he's reappeared
on the radar
with something very bad.

[grunts]

Nick,

before you say anything,
I gotta let you know,
if you say no,

well, there's a good chance
that you might be exposed
about Miami.

You son of a bitch!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's not me.

You know I wouldn't do
something like that.
It's those guys.

They can't take a chance
on you saying no.
That's why they sent me.

They know we're friends.
Oh, some friend you are.

You've got a lot
of balls sayin' that.
Huh?

After everything
I did for your son?

The son you abandoned?

If that doesn't
prove our friendship,
I don't know what does.

What the hell kinda thing
is that to say to me?
That's not what I'm saying!

Okay, yeah. Well, don't think
I'm enjoying being here,

layin' all this shit on ya.

Nick, I wouldn't be here
if this wasn't a situation
of national security.

[Nick] And who's the other guy?

[Larusso]
Oh, that's Polat, the Turk.

You take him out,

and, well, Bin-Farri's
whole money laundering scheme

goes to hell.

And this guy's
some character.

He has a large appetite
for 12-year-old girls.

Twelve-year-old girls
turned prostitutes

by Bin-Farri and his people.

Jesus.

[sighs] This one?

That's Mustafar.

He introduced Bin-Farri
to a number
of terrorist organizations.

We have confirmation that
they have a cargo shipment

comin' in to Mexico.

We believe
it's biological weapons.

Yeah.

This is serious.

Well...

Come on, buddy.
You can do this.

It'll be like old times.

And I'll tell you what.
If they ask you to do
anything after this,

I promise you I'll tell 'em
to go fuck themselves.
Oh.

I will. And I'll quit.
Ho-ho!

I will! I'll quit,
and I'll come and,

well, I'll live with you
on this floating mansion.

I'll be your first mate.

What do you say?

Frankie, if you do that,
remember this.

Out at sea, I am in command.

Aye-aye, Captain.

[chuckles]

[phone ringing]

Hey, man.

I would encourage you
to ask for a permanent transfer

to another field office.

I'm good.

You sure?

Okay.
What do you got for me?

So, San Mar
was bought five months ago.

They import chandeliers
from China and all their parts.

They assemble them,

then wholesale them
to distributors
all around the country.

Papers are straight.

They're clean as a whistle.

The shooter?

Confirmed to be
Zacarias Zapata, aka Zico.

He was locked up
in El Hongo last I heard,

but somebody must have paid
lots of money to get him out.

Come on, are you telling me
there are no bad apples
in that entire barrel?

Come on.

No one seems to know
who Zico is.

They're probably lying,

but I would if I was them
too, you know?

Here you go.

Thank you.

What is that?

Polat.

Polat?
Yeah.

Who the hell's Polat?

[groans] The manager.

He's the only
non-Mexican there.

I don't know.
Somethin' just rubbed me
the wrong way about him,

so I ran his prints.

I was about to come find you.
Come here.

I know.

I heard it.

What do you mean?

I was on the phone with him.

Jesus.

I heard everything.
[cries]

I'm so sorry.
[sobbing]

Two fucking hours!

[speaking Spanish]

What?

I've been waiting
for two hours to take a piss.

Sorry, it's been busy here.

I didn't shoot anyone.
I don't know who that guy was.

I never saw that person
in my entire life.

Just shut the fuck up.

Yeah?
Jesus.

So, what do you do
for San Mar?

I manage the shipping
and receiving.

Uh, you wanna try that again?

Polat?

Polat.

Who is that?

FBI, Interpol, Europol,
Turkish intelligence.

Shit, man, you got warrants
out from all of them!

How long you been
on the run, hmm?

It's been a while.

Money laundering though,
that's...

It's good business.

Until someone
gets pissed off,

or you get caught,
like this.

I get it. I'm in shit!

Okay?

Listen.

This is going to be
like Christmas for you.

Okay?

I'm going to give you
exactly who you really want.

Oh, yeah?

And who do we really want?

You make me a deal...
[chuckles softly]

...and I will give you
Hussein Bin-Farri.

Now, who the fuck is that?

You don't know
Hussein Bin-Farri?

No.
No, we don't know.

Are you fucking with me?
Do you live in a cave?

There is a Rashida Bin-Farri
at the new cultural center.

Nice woman.

No, no, no, no,
that's the niece.

She is...

Never mind.

This guy,
he's a terrorist, okay?

Okay, what the fuck
is this guy talking about?

Hey, gringo!

You've heard of
Bin Laden, yeah?

Yeah.
You think Bin Laden
was a terrorist?

[Anthony] Yeah.
This guy says to Bin Laden,

"Hey, Osama,
get the fuck out of my way!"

Okay.

So, señor, if I was you,

I would pay careful attention
to everything I have to say.

But first, we talk deal.

Then I give you everything
about the operation.

What operation?

You fucking people!

I will give you
a very small hint, okay?

Unless you do something
to stop him,

Bin-Farri is going to level
the United States economy.

And then any country
that has extra cash
laying around, hmm?

Are you talking about a bomb?

Better.

They have some
fancy-schmancy machine.

It was unloading
when you guys made
your freaky scene.

You talkin' about
that van outside?

No, no, no.
Those guys, they were
just unloadin' somethin'.

They were all clean.
They were unloading
a chandelier or some shit.

A chandelier, huh?
Yeah.

Can a chandelier
turn off a whole country?

Because this one does!

What are you talking about?

Turn off a country?

No more until
you make me a deal.

As example
of good faith negotiation,

I will give you
all the goods

on Bin-Farri's
shell companies

where he launders his money.

I just need access
to my laptop.

This guy sounds
like a snake,

just willing
to give up his boss.

Yeah, well,
under these circumstances,

I'm entitled to go through
a selfish phase, no?

I need some water.

You want some water?
Yeah.

I still need to piss.
But, sure, okay.

I'll take some water,
but it has to be
sparkling water.

Perrier, Pellegrino,
something like that.

I'll send someone
to take you to piss.

[Turco] I don't trust
the water here.

[lock clicks]

[camera whirring]

So, Agent Vanowen...

[Turco on monitor]
Fuck, I gotta take a piss!
Come on!

What do you think?

I mean, shit.
Gotta call the FBI.

[Turco] Hey, you guys!

You may wanna let the FBI
know about this, huh?

This shit is going
to blow their minds!

They'll give me
a better deal, huh?

Hello?

Hello?

I swear.

Also,
when you extradite me,

and I'm sure you're going
to want to extradite me,

I want a nice suite
in a flashy boutique hotel.

All right.
I'll call the FBI.
Yeah.

Okay?

Tell them I want
a total immunity agreement

approved by my attorney.

He's in Texas.
I'll give you the number.

Are you there?
I have to piss!

Yeah, go fuck yourself.

[seagulls squawking]

[opera playing on speakers]

[in Spanish]
Leave it, please.
I'll do it.

He was my partner.

[in Spanish]
I'm sorry for your loss.

[phone ringing]

[clears throat] Vanowen.

Yes, sir.

[phone ringing]

Nick.

Roger that.

Oh.

You got a room number?

[children chattering]

[Nick, in Spanish]
Hey, señor.

[in Spanish]
Yes, señor.

Do you have
coconut water?

Of course, señor.
I have fresh coconut.

If you're hungover,
I can offer you a "coco loco."

What is a "coco loco"?

It's cream of coconut
with tequila and vodka.

[scoffs]

[in English]
All before noon?

Muy bien.

[in Spanish]
Okay, give me a "coco loco."

Only one.

But don't let them catch you.
The cops will screw me over.

[in English]
No, we don't want la tira.

No, no, no, no.

[children chattering
in distance]

Ready, señor.

How much is it?

150, but if you'd like
to leave a tip...

[in English]
Let's make it an even 200.

[in Spanish]
Including the tip.

Thank you.
You're welcome, boss.

[Captain mumbles]
Gracias.

[Anthony] Hey!
Hey, what's up?

So the Turk wasn't lying.

FBI got their panties
in a bunch.

I gotta take him
to the border.
When?

Right now.

Well, he's technically
not been detained,

so basically, you're
taking him for a car ride.

Yeah, the FBI,
they'll pick him up there.

Okay,
I'll get you an escort.

No, no, no, I'm good.

No, you should really
take an escort to get him
across the border.

I don't wanna draw any more
attention than I have to.
Okay then.

[elevator bell dings]

[Turco] Hey, chica.

Any chance they could
send us another girl

to work on my legs
while you-- [groans]

I may not get one of these
for a while, huh?

[groans]

Maybe afterwards,

we can have ourselves
a little Turkish/Mexican
ménage à trois?

[cracking]
[groans]

What say you, darling?

[Turco grunts]

[knocking]

[moans] Yeah.

[scoffs]
It's time to go, Polat.

No! What?

Come on!

We gotta go.
Why?

She hasn't even
done my legs yet.

[Anthony] I don't care.

Where is my lawyer?

He's gonna meet you
on US soil, okay?

But we gotta leave
this hotel now, so--

I'm supposed to have
two more days here, man.
The party is over, dickhead.

Pack up your shit.

Okay, okay!

Every party has a pooper.

[elevator bell dings]

Why you in a shit mood
all the time, huh?

Life is good, man.

You get ulcers.

How 'bout
you and I make a deal?

How 'bout you drive me
to the airport instead,

and I give you the password
for my laptop, okay?

I give you the password,
and I will give you the location

of the man
who shot your friend.

Come on.
You will have all of
Bin-Farri's assets.

You will get his friends
in the scene.

You will get Bin-Farri.

Tell them
I had a gun on you.

We can make it work.

Come on, man.

I will deposit
$5 million for you

in any account in the world.

One hundred percent
untraceable.

I can do it
from your cell phone.

Give half the money to
the widow, if you want.

I don't care.

[dispatcher speaking Spanish
on radio]

I'll make it ten million,
but we have to act now!

Come on, man.

[elevator bell dings]

Let's go.
Please, no--

Come on, man!
Fuckin' hell, man.

Hey, señor, watch it!
Be careful!

That's a $3,000 case, man!

Not a fucking
laundry basket!
Get in the fucking car!

[hotel guests screaming]

Fuck!

[hotel guests clamoring]

[officer]
Across the street, on the roof.

[dispatcher chattering
on radio]

[bell dings]

[groans] No!

Another fucking fence!

[grunts]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[tires screeching]

[Captain, in Spanish]
What the fuck happened here?

Someone in this group
said where Turco was.

And when I find out
who it was,

may God protect
the son of a bitch
that did it

because he won't forget me.

Now get the hell
out of here!

I don't want to see
any of you!

Vanowen.

So his cell phone data
shows that he was
at Vista Parallax,

which is a high-end
looking place.

He was there at least
six times this month.

So we set up a stakeout
across the street.

And since your witness
literally lost his mind,

I thought you might
want to stay occupied

and fill in a hole
in the rotation.

We have eyes on the place.

Okay, I'll give 'em a call.

I already did,
and it got approved.

Just as a reinforcement.

This is not
a DEA operation, okay?

Just watch the place.

And it wasn't your fault,
Vanowen.

Live and learn.

Next time, you take
an escort with you.

[stakeout officer 1,
in Spanish] I still don't
get what you are doing.

[stakeout officer 2]
I told you, I'm putting all
my Barcelona FC stuff on eBay.

[stakeout officer 1]
I thought Barcelona was
the best team in the world.

[stakeout officer 2]
Yeah, but Messi is gone.

[stakeout officer 1]
So? Now you only gonna buy
PSG shit?

You bet your ass.

And what if Messi later
goes to another team?

Then I'll buy stuff
from that team.

But Messi is not a team.
You can't just cheer him.
You need a team.

And how the fuck
does this bother you
or affect you in any way?

Why don't you worry about
getting your Cruz Azul
some fucking aim?

That team is a big dud.

[in Spanish] Kids, get to work.
Do we have ears on the inside?

No, we could only
get the video,

but don't have the audio.

What are we looking for?

Suspicious people.

Well, that's going
to be super easy

because a lot of
really suspicious people
go in there.

[in English]
I'll be right back.
I'm gonna get some audio.

[in Spanish]
Who the fuck is Claudio?

Who knows?

Hello.
Hello.

[in Spanish]
How many in your group?

[in English] Just one.
Of course.

This way, please.

[patrons chattering]

Uh, how do I get over here?

That's the VIP section.

Ah. How do I
become a VIP?

VIPs don't need to
tell anyone they're VIPs.

[laughs] Okay.

I'll be back
to take your order.

[in Spanish]
Look at the massive balls
on this bastard.

[speaks Spanish]

[laughs]
[equipment whirring]

[chef, in Spanish]
I'll be right back.

I'm going to the market.

[cash register dings]

[clerk speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]

[up-tempo Latin music
plays on speakers]

[in Spanish]
If you take a picture,
it'll last you longer.

Sorry?

Shit!

Damn it.

Do I know you?

No, you don't.

Ah, I'm pretty sure
I've seen you before.

I'm sure you have.

No, the Parallax, right?

How do you know?

I've been there a few times.
Seen you around.

I'm usually in the kitchen.
Oh, Anthony.

I still
don't remember you.

Ah, can we talk?

Listen, I'm not used to
speed dating at the market.

No, no, I'm not trying
to hit on you.

I was just hoping
we could talk in private,
so I don't get you into trouble.

Por favor?

Come on.

I have nothing to do with
the business or anything
that goes on there.

I just make food.

[Anthony] No, I know.

I know.

So what do you want from me?

What's your name?
Mina.

Mina. Mina.
That's nice.

I got a big favor
to ask from you.

From me?

Yeah, I need you to place this

underneath the VIP table
at the Parallax.

[scoffs] No!

Why?
It's for an investigation
the DEA's running.

Are they selling drugs
in there?

Fuck!
Maybe.

Are you gonna be
shutting down the Parallax?

Why?

So I can start looking
for another job.

No, no, no, I--

[chuckles] Gosh.
I don't know, okay?

But I doubt
the people involved

have anything to do with
the actual business, okay?

But there's only
one way to find out.

I mean, no one would
ever know it was you.

There's lots of cameras.

Stick it under the table.
That's all.

What's in it for me?

Come on! [laughs]

This'll take you,
like, ten seconds.
I don't know.

That expression on your face
tells me this is
a buyer's market.

Am I the buyer or the seller?

You are the seller.

[chuckles] Okay.

How about this?

I do this thing for you,

and then we get married,
so I can get a green card,

so I can join the CIA.

You wanna join the CIA?

The Culinary Institute
of America.

It's in New York.

Best cooking school in the US.

Wow. Okay.

Let me think about that.

Did not plan
on getting married
anytime soon.

I'm just kidding.

You're not even my type.

Ouch!

Gotta go to work now.

[Mina sighs]

I'll do it,
but you will owe me one.

Of course.
Don't tell anyone.

If I get fired,
it's gonna be your fault.

Fair enough.

You know, when you
were talking to me
back at the market,

before I knew
you were a law man,

I actually thought
it was my lucky day.

[Anthony]
All right. Here she goes.

[in Spanish]
There's no audio,
but there's video.

[typing]

[stakeout officer 1,
in English] Hell yeah!

[in Spanish]
Look at you, having her
eating out of your hand.

What did you tell her?
Mmm.

I think he proposed
and offered her a green card.

Hell yeah!

Check the sound. Hmm?

[orchestral music plays
on headphones]

[vehicle doors closing]

[alarm chirps]
[laughing]

[siren wailing in distance]

[static on radio]

[chattering on
surveillance equipment]

[stakeout officer 1,
in Spanish] See them.
They're on the patio.

[in English]
Hey, let me get that.

Señor Bin-Farri.
[Bin-Farri]
How are you doing, my friend?

Good, how are you?
Good.

Welcome to Tijuana.
Thank you.

[Bin-Farri on headphones]
Do you enjoy hookahs?

[Yuri] Thank you,
but I prefer to work first.

[Bin-Farri] Everything okay?

[Yuri] That's why you're here.

[Bin-Farri]
So tell me, Fernando,

how come you cost me
so much money

after I pay
for everything else?

Let me see it.

Where is it?

[Yuri] Do you have payment?

[Bin-Farri]
Half, as agreed, now,

the rest after
it's installed.

So want a hit?

The machine's hardwired
to a local cellular network.

[static]

No, no, no, no!
Where the fuck
are they goin'?

Watch out there.

[cell phone chiming]

[electricity powering down]

[horns honking]

[speaking Spanish]

[device beeping]

What the hell is that,
guys?

[speaking Spanish]
Come on!

[horns honking]

[cell phone chiming]

[electricity powering up]

All right.

I saw it,
but I can't believe it.

It's all here.

[in Arabic]
This is exactly
what we wanted.

Easier than takeout.

Please,
try it yourself.

[cell phone chiming]

Motherfucker!
Come on!

[speaking Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]

It's just like changing
a TV channel.

[speaking Spanish]

But next time, it could be
the entire power grid

on the east side
of the United States.

So we're done here then?
Congratulations.

Are we still on
for tomorrow?

Of course.

Let's eat then.

[bodyguard grunts]
Who's there?

[clamoring]

Don't let him shoot!
Yeah, follow me!

Let's go!

[grunts]

Move it. Go, go, go!

DEA, freeze!

[tires squealing]

DEA, drop the weapon!

Drop it.

[flash-bang clattering,
exploding]

[groans] Fuck!
[steam hissing]

[siren wailing in distance]

[Italian opera plays
on car radio]

[camera shutter clicks]

[officer speaking Spanish]

[dispatcher speaking
on police radio]

[officer speaking Spanish]

[police radio chatter]

[officer speaking Spanish]

What happened?

Yeah, you shouldn't be here.

What did you do?

Me? Nothin'.

Is this because of the--

No, no, no, no.
Definitely not.

[police radio chatter]

Was he actually here?

[sighs] Yeah, yeah.

No, someone knew
he'd be here, so.

Right under
our fucking noses?

Yep.

[Captain] Well...

So that's Zico for sure.
Yeah.

And the other guy there
was Bin-Farri.

These guys
are like bodyguards,

and who the fuck
is the cowboy?

The other ones,
I don't know who they are.

Yeah, we lost power
a few times.

Yeah,
the whole city went dark
twice last night

without no reason.

Wait, wait, the entire city?

[Captain] Entire city.

All right, you know what?

The camera had a battery.
I bet it recorded everything.

[Captain] Fuck off.

It was them.

Holy shit!

Oh, this can't be good.

No, I mean, if you think
that's bad, I bet...

Shit, man, I bet that
was just a rehearsal.

Fuck!

Yeah.

[people chattering in Spanish]

[workers chatting in Spanish]

[Yuri] Okay, here it is.

Where do you want it?

[speaking Spanish]

I have something to show you.

I will transfer the money
right away.

I need the money
you already owed me.

What money?

Your guys
showed me the money,

then I demonstrated
the system to you.

Suddenly,
I was being shot at.

It seems that the money
is missing.

But don't worry.
We will make it up to you.

Look, I just want my money,
and I'm out of here, okay?

Please follow me.

[in Spanish]
Please take the truck.

Khahil was going
to do the work here.
Now you must do it.

Me? No.
No fucking way!

I made what you wanted,
I am delivering
what you wanted,

and I showed you
that it works.

I did my job,
and I need to be paid now.

What can I offer you
to change your mind?

I watched my cousin
get killed because of you.

I'll give you three times
what we agreed.

$30 million?

As long as you
give me your word

that you will stay
until the job is done.

I'll do it right now.

Fifty million.

Fifty?

Before you fuck up
the global economy,

I'd like to have
some security.

How long will it take?

A day or two,
plus whatever the code
takes to propagate

all over the Internet.

Okay.
Okay.

[up-tempo electronic
dance music plays]

[guests chattering]

[chattering]

Stunning.

Thank you so much for...

You making it here
is completely--

Hi.

Anthony Vanowen.

Rashida Bin-Farri.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

Is there somewhere
we could speak in private?

About what?

Hussein Bin-Farri.

My uncle?

Why don't you talk
to him yourself?

Actually,
I'd rather speak with you.

Excuse me.

Are you police?

DEA.

DEA.

Do you think my uncle,
who's funded most
of this institution,

is somehow involved
in illegal narcotics?

No, no, no,
it's not about that.

Good evening, sir.
Hi.

Hope you're
enjoying yourself.

Absolutely.
Mmm.

Mina, my darling, would you
make sure everyone has champagne
by the end of my speech?

Of course. Excuse me.

[Rashida]
Excuse me. I have to go.
Is there any way...

It's very important
that we speak.

I have to go.

Call my office.

[guests applauding]

[in Spanish]
Thank you, thank you.

After five long years of work,
planning and dreams,

I am pleased
that you are here

in the Bismallah
Cultural Center Tijuana.

Of course, none of this
would be possible

without the financial support
of our most generous donor,

Mr. Hussein Bin-Farri.

Where is my uncle?

[whirring]

[Rashida speaking Spanish
on surveillance footage]

[in Arabic]
I should be out there. They
are looking all over for me.

[in Arabic] Someone else
is looking for you.

[in English] Sure.

[Rashida speaking Spanish
on surveillance footage]

[in English] That's
the same guy who tried to
stop us outside the Parallax.

[Rashida, in English]
...our guest of honor
for the night, Laila Sayed.

The shooter?

Has to have been.
No.

I've seen him before.

He's DEA.

He was outside
the San Mar warehouse.

Did you know the DEA
had a history with San Mar
before we bought it?

No.

[Rashida] ...for her
humanitarian efforts...

So you didn't know
that the San Mar brothers
smuggled drugs?

No.
Then why is the DEA
up my ass?

[Rashida] Ladies and gentlemen,
help me welcome Laila Sayed.

Go do something
about it.

Make sure it's him.

[guests applauding
on surveillance footage]

That's the guy.

I know it's him.

[up-tempo electronic
dance music plays]

[camera shutter clicking]

Shit!

[Mina] Gracias.

Are you gonna follow me again?

What are you doin' out here?

I'm done for the night.

You happen to see
an old guy come out here,
like, seconds ago?

You mean
the guy in the jeep?

[Anthony] Old guy?

That was him right now.
He just left.

Shit!

Is this you?
Mm-hmm.

All right, get in.

We're gonna follow him.

[car engine revving]
[tires squealing]

Did you catch him smoking weed
in the bathroom or something?

What? No, no.

[Mina]
Why are we following him?

[opera playing on speakers]

Come on!
Look, look. [stammers]
You're gonna lose him.

You wanted me to follow him,
I'm following him.

[Anthony] You should
turn the lights off.

You're getting
a little too pushy, okay?

I don't like that.

Look, I'm sorry.
I just-- I cannot lose him.

[Mina] Happy?

I can't see anything.

[Anthony]
Your eyes will adjust.

[Mina]
By the time my eyes adjust,

we're gonna be
wrapped around a pole.

[Anthony] Wow.
[Mina] Oh.

[Mina] So now what?

What did he do?

Um... okay.

I mean, I guess I could
tell you. [chuckles]

I think that guy--
Uh, no, no, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait, no.
I don't wanna know.
[chuckles]

I just changed my mind,
just like right now.

Don't tell me anything.

Don't you tell me anything,
because I don't wanna have
to testify about anything.

Never mind.

I'm sorry if any of this
scared you, or...

Scared me?

What is wrong with you?

Nothing.

It's just the way you're
lookin' at me right now

is making me think,
I don't know, maybe...

[up-tempo Latin music
plays on car radio]

So what's next?
I'll help.

Even if it's just another
little job like the microphone,

that was fun.

Another job?

Another bug?

Secret camera?

In Breaking Bad,

he puts a GPS thingy
by the tire.

I can do that.

Do you want me to put
one of those thingies
on the jeep's tire?

No, no. I don't want you
to put any thingy anywhere.

I just fucking
tailed someone!

This is so cool.

So, technically speaking,
what am I?

A DEA, a CI, an informant?

[chuckles] Listen, Mina.

Um, you did me a huge favor,

and then you
did me another favor,
and I appreciate that,

and I owe you one,

but there are no more jobs.
[chuckling]

Fine!

So, now what?

Take you back?

How 'bout a drink?

I know the perfect place.

[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling]

[Anthony] What's that?

Do you care?

No, I don't care.

[mellow Latin music
plays on radio]

So what's your story?

My story?
Where did you grow up?

Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Raised by my grandparents.

How come?

Uh, my mom died
when I was a kid.

My dad, he took me
to live with them.

Sorry.

It was a long time ago.

So your dad
just left you there?

Yeah.

[sighs]
You don't abandon your kid.

You just don't.

When did you learn
to speak English?

This is Tijuana.

Learn or starve.

Your Spanish is not bad.

A little chunky.

Chunky.

But cute.

Thought I wasn't your type.

You're not.

[mellow Latin music plays]

This is me.

Thank you.

[car alarm chirps]

[tires squealing]

[ship horn blows
in distance]

[engine starts]

[police siren chirps]

Morning, sir.

Mornin'.

Driver's license, please.

You're a little out
of your jurisdiction,
aren't ya, son?

Here you go.
Where you goin'?

Oh, over to the mercado,
get some groceries.

Did I do something wrong?

I'm not a traffic cop.

DEA.

Special Agent
Anthony Vanowen.

Hi, Dad.

[Nick] Have a seat.
Can I get you somethin'?

[Anthony]
Yeah, I'll take a beer,
if you have any.

Got that.

Here you go.

[bottle cap clatters]

What?

I don't know, I'm...

I'm just lookin' at ya,
and you...

You're a man. You've grown up.

You look so different.

[exhales] Like,
how many years has it been?

Jesus!

I guess I owe you
an explanation.

[chuckles]
You think so, do you?

You remember when
you and I drove from Cincinnati

up to Chicago
to see the Cubs?

The day my mom died?
Yeah, I remember that.

And that man
that killed your mom...

was, in fact,
trying to kill me.

Wait.

[chuckles] No.

Wait. [stammers]
Why would anyone wanna kill you?

The year before,

I filled his hotel room
with carbon monoxide,

and it killed his wife,
his son,

his daughter
and his father.

Everyone.

And he wasn't even there.

He was supposed to be,
but he wasn't even there.

And you told me you were...
What was it?

An industrial lubricant
salesman, right?

You traveled across the world
all the time.

No, my job was with
a shadow agency of the NSA,

and it was my job
to execute black warrants

and kill enemies of the state.

You just kill people
for a living, that's all.

You know,
when you put it like that,

it doesn't sound so good,
but it was my job.

It's not great.

I decided it was time
to let you go.

I knew one day
you'd move on.

You'd get married
and have kids of your own.

I would never
get to meet them,

and that was painful for me.

[exhales]
I got a lot of regrets.

The one regret

that I never allowed
myself to have

was the decision
to protect you.

Yeah, okay.

Tony?

I will be here
if you wanna talk.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah.

[footsteps departing]

[Nick clears throat]

Tony?

Tony, Tony?

Take this.

If you need to talk,
just call me.

Dial direct, one.

Yeah, I'll call you.

Please.

Hey!
[Anthony groans, grunts]

[Zico speaking Spanish]

[grunting]

No! [grunts]
[Zico speaking Spanish]

[Anthony grunts]

[speaking Spanish]

[groans]

[tires squealing]
[engine revving]

[grunts]

[insects chirping]

[machine beeping, whirring]

[typing]

How much longer?

I'd say about 24 hours.

Okay.

[machine continues whirring]

[Bin-Farri laughs]

Must be cheating on someone.
Two phones.

I know.

Let me ask you,
Agent Vanowen.

Have we met before?

Then what is it?

What is it that I did
to piss you off?

Why are you in my life?

How the fuck should I know
who you are, huh?

You were at my warehouse,
messing around.

Then the other night,
you tried to stop my vehicle

after somebody tried
to assassinate me!

What am I to think?
I don't know.

Why don't you ask your
trigger-happy friend here?

He's the one
that killed my partner.

Yeah, I see you.

[Anthony groans]

What happened to Polat?

What happened?

He put a bullet in his head!

That's not true.

I was there.

What did Polat tell you?

What is it that you want, huh?

Uh-oh.
Yeah, I learned that from--

[grunts]

[laughs]
Wait. Does that not mean
pepperoni pizza?

[groans]

[grunts] Know what?
Now, I just wanna kill you.

[groans]

[Anthony pants heavily]

Hey, what?

[muffled shouting]
[liquid sloshing]

[gasping]

[Yuri] What is going on?

[pants heavily]

Fuck you!

[phone ringing]

They could be tracking him.

[phone continues ringing]
[Anthony groans]

Hello?

It's for you.

[Nick on phone] Bin-Farri?

Who is this?

[Nick] Someone who
knows you very well.

It's been over 20 years
since Miami.

It's you.

It all makes sense now.

You used this DEA agent
as bait to find me.

Clever.

Why weren't you in Miami?

Your family was there, but no,

you were in some hotel
with your mistress.

We all have regrets.

How did you find out
about my son?

Son?

Anthony. Who else?

Anthony Vanowen is your son?

[Nick] Let him go.

That's not going to happen.

[cell phone beeps]

What, big man?

You can't kill a DEA agent.

Everyone can be killed.

Bring it.

What?

[door creaks open]

[in Spanish]
Do you have a lot left
to talk about here?

[in Spanish] In an hour,
go make another round.

An hour?
I have to finish here.

Don't you see
we're very busy?

Yes, it's awesome.
Good afternoon.

That door was supposed
to be locked!

He's the fuckin' janitor.
He has keys to everything.
It was locked.

[electricity powering down]

What's this?

[Sadiq]
I'll check the main power.

[gun cocks]
Was that you, Fernando?

Of course not.

[weapon whooshing]

[groans, grunts]

[gunfire]

[speaks Spanish]

[bullet clatters]
[guard yells in Spanish]

[Anthony]
Took you long enough.

[Nick] Well, I'm here now.

[knife clanking]

Time to go home, Son.

Come on!

Vámonos!
[tires screeching]

[sirens wailing]

[officer shouts in Spanish]

[Captain speaking Spanish]

[officer] Capitán?

[police radio chatter]

Capitán Escalante.

[police radio chatter]

[machine beeping, whirring]

[in Spanish]
What is that, Captain?

Is that the Wi-Fi?

[Nick chuckles]

[groans]

That was pretty amazing.

Nah.

That was you
at the Parallax, huh?

Pretty sure you
almost killed me there.

[exhales] You know,
I was just thinkin' about that.

Yeah.

And it's a good thing you
told me you were with the DEA,

or otherwise, who knows?

[scoffs] Jesus!

[horns honking in distance]

[groans] Oh, shit.

Fuck. [grunts]

[groans]

[Nick exhales]

You sleep down below.
I'll take up top.

Take a shower.
It'll probably make
you feel better.

[groans] Yeah. [chuckles]

Thanks.
Yeah.

You said you were
at my high school.

Graduation?

Yes, I was.

Was that just another
one of your lies, or what?

No, I was there.

And you were
with your girlfriend.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Hmm.

And afterwards,
the two of you went out
and had a pizza.

You were still wearing
your graduation robes

and looked absolutely adorable,
if I say so.

[scoffs]
[Nick chuckles]

I was sittin' at the table
right next to you.

Yeah, that was
the last time I saw ya.

Hmm.

Is that--
Uh. Mm-mmm.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah. [clears throat]

I... [clears throat]

After her burial,
I moved her out, outta there.

Why?
I don't know.

I just-- I didn't feel right
leavin' her behind.

And I missed her.

Yeah.

She's been there
all these years.

[cell phone buzzing]
Excuse me.

[groans]

Oh, my God.

Mina. [chuckles] Hi.

I, uh-- I really--
I meant to call, I just...

I was kinda tied up.

Tony?

[in Spanish]
Hi, gringo.

What's up?
Do you know who I am?

[stammers]

[chuckles]

Well, I'll leave you.

I'm going to talk
to Mina for a while.

We'll see what we do.

[whimpers]

What? Hey.
I'm gonna kill that fucker!

[Nick] Tony, Tony. Hey!
No.

Let the cops
take care of this one.

No, I'm gonna kill
that fucker.

And then what?
And then Bin-Farri.

Oh, and then what?
You're a DEA agent.

All right, fine, fuck it.

[Nick] No, no!

Listen to me.
What?

You cross that line,
you end up like me.

I know what I'm talkin' about.

[tires screeching]

[gun cocks]

Put the gun down
or I shoot her.

Put the fucking gun down.

All right.

[gun clatters]

And the other one.

What now?

Sit down.

Call him.

Your boss?

The old guy that got you out.

Why?

Call him or she's dead.
Fuck you.

You and I both know
you're not gonna shoot her.

[gun cocks]
I won't?

No. This neighborhood
at this time?

Cops'll be swarmin'
this place in minutes.

[whimpers]

Okay.
[Mina screams]

[Mina shrieks]

Call him or I throw her off!

[Mina sobbing]
Fine.

Now, let her go.

[Mina continues sobbing]
[cell phone beeping]

Hey, Dad, it's me.

[Mina screams]

[gun clatters]
[Anthony grunts]

[grunting]

[Anthony groaning]

[Zico grunts]

[Anthony groans]

[knife unsheathing]
[both groaning]

[gun cocks]
[both groaning]

[gasps]

[Nick speaking Spanish]

It's okay.

Where do I find him?

Like I'm gonna
fuckin' tell you!

[Zico screams] Ow, fuck!

[pants heavily]

You could've just
asked me again!

I'm old and I don't have
that kind of time!

I don't fucking know!
All he told me was to get you!

And how were you
supposed to contact him?
Fucking text!

And what were you
supposed to say in the text?
That I'm on my way.

Text him!
[Zico] All right, all right!

[pants heavily]

[phone clatters]

[Anthony] Give me the phone.
Give me the phone.

[phone chiming]
[Zico] Fuck, fuck.

"Kill the agent,
make Nick watch,
then bring him here.

I'll give you
the million dollars."

Look, he shared
his location too.

A million dollars?
A million dollars.

Bin-Farri has
a fucking hard-on for you.

I don't know what you did,
but he wants you fuckin' dead.

[Nick] A million dollars.

I guess you didn't wanna
share that with anyone,

so that's why
you're here alone.

That's pretty industrious
of you, Zico.

Who fucking cares, all right?

I'm fucked!

Maybe. Maybe not.

Maybe you can help
get Bin-Farri to me,

and you keep the million.

[laughs] The fuck I will.

Yeah, fuckin' right.

And then we just part ways
and never see each other again.

Gentleman's agreement.

Uh, no. Fuck that!

I will kill him
before I let him walk away

with a million fuckin' dollars!
Tony?

Are you kiddin' me?
[Nick] Bin-Farri's the target.

You know you killed
my best friend, right?

For no fuckin' reason!

I don't wanna kill nobody, man!

I just don't wanna
go to El Hongo, man!

[sobbing] I don't
wanna go back there.

Just fucking kill me now!

I mean, what the fuck
is wrong with you?

Now that kid's gotta grow up
without a fucking dad,

all because of
a piece of shit like you!

Then fucking kill me!

Gladly!
No, no, no, Tony!
No, no.

[Zico sobbing]
No. We need him.

We got a deal.

Come on,
you sorry sack of shit.

[screams] Fuck that!
[Nick] Get up!

Get on your feet.

[siren wailing in distance]

[Zico pants heavily]

[Rashida speaking Arabic]

There are 20 patrol cars
outside the building.

There's a bomb squad.

They're trying
to dismantle something
that looks like a bomb.

It doesn't look
like a bomb.

What is this?
Why are you involved?

Why am I involved?

We will go to Dubai tonight
for the time being.

You will learn more
as I need you to.

I'm not going anywhere.

You will go
where I tell you.

No!

I live here.

And you haven't
answered my question.

Did you bring a bomb
to my building?

It's not a bomb.
What is it then?

I had a personal project!

Your personal project
was to build a bomb?

We're not that family
anymore.

I needed a place
to keep a quantum device.
It's not a bomb.

That's why we needed
to upgrade the power.

You used me?

You had no problems
taking my money.

What?

You know what? Fuck this.

I'm not going anywhere.

You agreed to do this.

Not this! I'm out!

The device
is being dismantled
as we speak.

You haven't paid me!

Manuel is dead.
It's all over.

Your people can't keep
a train on tracks.

Nothing but incompetent idiots.

Fernando,
there's no one else.

You're the only one
who can do it.

[Rashida screams]
That was enough!

[Rashida gasping]

[Rashida] What?
[gasping]

[in Spanish]
I need help.

[radio static]
Open the door.

[alarm bleeps]

Get him in the back.

Copy.
He's here.

[Zico grunting]

[Zico grunts]
[Sadiq] As-salaam alaikum.

[Zico pants heavily]

What the hell
is going on?

[Zico groans]

What is this?

What--
[Zico speaking Spanish]

[Rashida pants heavily]

Fuck. Are we good?

Okay.
Can we do this now?

Things get-- They--
They get a little bit weird.

Same account?
No.

Use this one.

[groans]

Okay.
Yeah?

Okay.

Wondering what's next?

Nah.

Judgin' by that character
over there,

I get the idea.

Looks like, uh, you boys
started the party early.

Let me see him.

[sobs softly]

[Bin-Farri]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Ooh!

[guard speaking Spanish]

Do something!

[Rashida crying]
I... I can't.

I don't have any bullets.

[guard] Okay, okay, okay.
Está bien. Está bien.

No!

Madam?

You need to get outta here.
Go home.

I-I live here.

What?

Go to the Cultural Center,
ask for Captain Escalante.

Give him this address.
He'll know what to do.

Go!
[mumbles]

Okay, okay.

Now you tell me
what you want.

A million dollars?

No.

[groaning]

You fucking predator.

Let's talk about this!

No.

Okay, gringo.
How do I get my money?

Get a job.

[whispers] What?

[sighs]

[sirens wailing]

[officers speaking Spanish]

[dispatcher on radio
speaking Spanish]

Zico?
[muffled shout]

[speaking Spanish]

[muffled shouting]

[speaks Spanish]

[Zico grunts]

Mmm.

[in Spanish] What's up?

I heard they miss you
in prison.

[police radio chatter
in Spanish]

But first you'll have to
talk to the DEA.

[radio chatter continues]

[Anthony imitates motor revving]

Whoa, there's a wave comin'!

And then another wave!
What are we gonna do, Captain?

What are we gonna do?
Oh, my God, look at that fog!

No, don't cry! No, don't.
[fussing]

You want everything
on it, right?
Yes, yes.

Here, I'll take that.

Oh, my!

All right, we'll trade off.

Whoo-hoo!
[Mina] Do you have a drink?

[Anthony] Uh, yeah,
I think I do. Thank you.

[groans] Mina?

[baby crying]

I gotta tell ya,
this is probably the best
hamburger I've ever had.

You can't get
a decent hamburger in Mexico.

You just gotta rely
on the taco.

Thank you.

I'm better now.
Aw!

Are you sure?
Yeah.

I love this june bug.
Could hold him all day.

You guys eat first.
I'm good right now.

My stomach is still turning
from the boat ride.

Yeah, it was a little choppy
out there today. I'm sorry.

Ah, it was lovely.
I'm-- I'm just not used to it.

Yeah. Hey!
Um, I wanted to ask.

How are you settling
into the new apartment?

It's good?
Everything is brand-new.

Hmm.

We love our little place,
don't we?

Do you, um--
Do you need anything else?

We're good. Thank you.

You've done enough.

I still can't get over
that whole life insurance thing.

Yeah, no, that was, uh,
pretty odd.

What happened?

[fussing]
Oh.

My husband never told me he had
a million-dollar life insurance.

I thought I'd end up
in the streets with a baby.

Mmm.
Anthony remembered, thank God!

And he made them pay.

Can you imagine?
[baby cries]

Oh, ay, ay, ay, ay.

[fussing]
Yeah, yes, da!

Yes!
[Anthony] Hey!

Right?
Thanks to his daddy
and Uncle Tony,

this big guy's gonna grow up
in such a nice neighborhood

with lots of other kids.

Yeah. And you're gonna
go to college too.

[Mina laughs]
[gasps] Are you?

[phone ringing]
Are you gonna go to college?

You better.
Maybe he'll go to Berkeley.

[Nick] Berkeley? Oh, no,
no, no, not Berkeley, no.

He's going to Notre Dame on
a full football scholarship.

Mark my words.
[Carmen, Mina laugh]

Yeah.
Vanowen.

[Larusso] Look out
over your starboard bow
by the breaker wall.

There ya go. [chuckles]
Hey.

I see you guys are
having a party without me.

Well, I'm not upset about that.

This isn't a social call.
I figured it wasn't.

I need a tag team
to carry out a black warrant
in San Diego right away.

All right, cool.

Tell the old man I'm not upset
about not bein' invited
to the party.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

[sighs]
Fuckin' Frankie.

He's always wearin' that suit.
What's that all about?

I don't know, but he's
got a job in San Diego.

Do you wanna join?
[clears throat]

Yeah, count me in.

[baby crying]

All right.

[Nick] Yeah.

[all laughing]

[Anthony] Oh, Lord.

[singing in Spanish]