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(rhythmic pounding)

(bright Mexican music)

- Who are you?

What do you want?

Mother fucker, I talk to you.

What do you want?

(speaks in foreign language)

(footsteps approaching)

You like what you see?

Especially Lupita, the little girl.

You like her?

She's beautiful.

She's just at only 10 year.

She's very, very tight baby.

You enjoy, you love it when you have it.

I say, show me the money cabrón!

(rock music)

- Is this him?

- [Woman] Yeah.

- You think he looks like one of us.

- Maybe, like you.

- Yeah, right.

I don't look like them Mexicans.

- This is what they sent, okay?

Maybe he was adopted.

That's possible.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Why's he keep staring at me?

What's wrong with this kid?

Is he retarded or something?

- No, he's is not retarded.

He doesn't understand you.

He doesn't speak English.

- [Man] Did you bring anything?

- Yeah, I brought you clothes, they're in the trunk.

- Just change before we get there?

- [Woman] Yeah, we're gonna change before we get there.

You got this?

- [Man] Yeah.

- What are you doing? - You want a cig? (laughing)

- [Woman] Stop that, cut it out.

- [Man] Mexican.

(thud) (brakes squeal)

(screaming)

- Hello.

I'm Dr. Shapiro.

- I'm Mom.

She's caused the accident.

- That's my son.

- Your boy is fine.

He's got some serious scrapes and bruises.

We're gonna take care of him, alright?

- Thank God, yeah.

(exhales)

- [Doctor] You can put your clothes back on, okay?

- I feel terrible about the whole thing,

but it could have been so much worse.

- Worse?

I don't like your attitude.

I say we call the police and we handle this properly,

I mean--

- [Red Head] But sir.

- You probably have a criminal record.

- I'm not looking for any more trouble here.

Look, my husband has money.

What can we do to make this all work out?

- Oh what, do you think that the money's--

- Honey, our son is gonna be fine.

I think that's what matters now.

- $10,000.

What about $10,000?

Does that sound sufficient?

- Make it 20.

- 20?

- Yeah 20.

We pay the doctor on the way out.

That's my son.

That's my only son.

- Fine.

20.

- [Woman Scammer] (laughing) You did pretty good in there.

- [Man] Not bad yourself.

- You ever been to Paris?

- [Man] No, what's in Paris?

- [Woman] What's in Paris?

Everything's in Paris.

The food, the love.

- Not everything's in Paris.

Can't get a great cheese steak in Paris.

I mean they got the best cheese and the steak mignons.

(airplane roars)

(woman vocalizing)

(bright Mexican music)

(singing in foreign language)

- You got the check?

- Yeah.

You hungry?

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

You don't like chocolate?

(gentle music)

You were hungry, huh?

Here kid.

You earned it.

(man and woman laughing)

This boy's funny.

- He doesn't know.

Come here, gimme that.

(laughing)

- [Man] I'll hold onto this one.

(garble radio dispatcher)

- Looks like someone wants their car back.

(peaceful, happy guitar music)

(thud) (brakes squeal)

(screams)

- [Male Scammer] You want me to call the cops?

- [Man] No, no.

- Gimme your ID.

Do you understand that? - I don't want any problems.

- [Male Scammer] Now gimme your god damn identification.

- [Older Man] I don't want any problems.

No problems, alright.

Can't we just settle this somehow?

- [Male Scammer] My son is laying here in pain because of you.

- [Older Man] We can reach an agreement, can't we?

Please?

I'll give you more than enough.

I'll give you more than enough than you need.

I promise. - Tell me you'll cut me a check.

- [Older Man] I'll cut you a check.

(singing in foreign language)

- Whoo!

- Bravo!

- Alright.

That's good.

I like that.

- It was such a great idea to come here.

There's no telling how long it's been

since he's had a meal like this.

- Well, he's better off.

But I don't know how anyone could eat that stuff.

Ugh.

(gentle music)

- Maybe we should think about keeping him.

- Right, I mean maybe we could

get his brother or his sister.

We could double our money, you know.

- (scoffs) That's not what I meant.

- What'd you mean?

Hmm?

- I didn't mean anything.

I's just saying what if.

- Please.

You think helping this kid's

gonna make a difference to anyone?

Huh?

- Well it would make a difference to him.

- That's none of our business.

We made a deal with someone, remember?

We're gonna make the call, as promised,

after tomorrow he'll be on his way

back to wherever the hell he came from.

- Chill, okay?

- Don't screw this up for us.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Gimme the number.

- I can handle it, okay?

I promise.

I got this.

(man speaks in foreign language)

- Amigo, I'll give you 10 bucks,

just for wearing that outfit.

- This is a gift from me to you guys.

(speaks in foreign language)

- Gracias.

- Gracias.

(singing in foreign language)

(woman vocalizing)

I don't feel too good.

- Ditto.

- [Man] I warned you about that food.

(woman chuckling)

- Oh, it hurts to laugh.

- [Man] Where is he?

- He's probably in the bathroom.

He's not here.

- What?

- [Woman] What are you gonna do?

- Find him, just stay here.

If he comes back, just call me.

Have you seen this kid?

Hey!

Have you seen this kid?

Hey kid!

Get back here.

(pensive music)

(horn blares)

Hey, hey!

(thud) (brakes squeal)

(brakes squeal)

Get away from him.

Get away from my son.

Come on, come on, get up. - Is he okay?

- Come on.

- [Man From Vehicle] We gotta call 911.

Where you going?

(sirens wail)

(panting)

- [Woman] I can handle it, okay?

I've got this, I promise.

(panting)

(rhythmic pounding)

- [Man] That's my son.

Son.

That's my son, that's my son.

Son!

That's my son.

That's my son.

That's my son.

That's my son.

That's my son.

That's my son.

That's my son.

That's my son.

That's my son.

Get away from my son.

(woman laughing)

- I say, show me the money, cabrón !

(bright Mexican music)

(laughing)

(laughing)

- Yeah, little asshole.

This is nothing.

This is nothing, it's stupid.

(man yells)

(glass breaks)

(punches thud)

(grunting)

(panting)

- [Man] Please.

(rhythmic pounding)

(gentle music)