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(ominous music)

(screen whooshes)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(tires screech)

(doors click)

(doors bang)
(tires screech)

- [Businessman] I will
give you anything you want.

- Come on now.

Do I look like some kind of criminal?

- [Businessman] Please.

No!

(cart rolling)
(water dripping)

(ominous music)

- I've given you something
to help you relax.

It may give you a bit of a dry mouth.

Just try and sleep.

(whistles blows)

(suspenseful music)

(group chattering)

- Come on, David, defense.

Get on him!

(group chattering)

(Coach yelling)

(David grunts)

(group chattering)

(group chattering)

Come on, buddy, move it, move it, move it.

(Coach yelling)

(David groaning)

David, switch!

(David groans)

(brooding music)

(whistle blowing)

- Hey, Emma.

- Hey.

- What'd you forget?

- David, I have some bad news.

- Oh, are you gonna
break up with me again?

Sorry, little joke.

I'm having a bad day.

- Yeah, me too.

Can we talk?

- Come on up.

(key clanging)

(door clicks)

Sorry about the mess.

- That's okay.

- Been really busy.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Oh, I love what you've
done with the place, David.

Very nice.

- Well, this is what happens
without the Emma touch.

- I shouldn't be telling you this.

Professor Coburn asked me

to sit in on the scholarship
committee this semester.

And today we reviewed
athletic scholarships.

- Oh, fuck me.

- [Emma] What happened, David?

- Just what you heard.

I got cut from the team.

That's what happened.

- I thought your rehab
was going really well.

- Oh yeah, real well.

Year of PT wasted.

Swimming pool sessions,
whirlpool sessions,

every damn kind of pool
sessions, for what?

- I'm so sorry.

(brooding music)

If there's anything at all that I can do.

David, David.

- Sorry.

Forgot the rules.

Don't get too close to a student, right?

Not if you wanna make full professor.

God knows there's nothing
more important than that.

- You hurt your knee, David,

and yet, somewhere along the line

so much more than that got damaged.

You just don't see it.

Until you do,

until you can stop lying to yourself,

I can't be with you.

(door bangs)

(table thudding)
(suspenseful music)

(David sighs)

(traffic whooshing)

(woman singing in foreign language)

(car horn honking)

(woman singing in foreign language)

(car horn honking)

- Hey, come on, bro.

Tijuana Express, don't wait for nobody.

Not even a soccer superstar.

Hey, you better put on a
shirt before you come down

'cause if you look like that,

I swear I'm gonna have to kiss you.

- You know what?

I don't feel too good.

I don't think I'm going this weekend.

- Disappoint your little.
(speaks in foreign language)

Thought you were a model son, bro?

- Yeah, well, I don't feel too much

like the model son right now.

- Really?

Well listen, mijo, you
better get your books

and your clothes and I
don't mean the laundry.

And you put 'em in a bag

and you get your ass across the border

where you were born, where I had you.

You know how long I was
in labor to have you?

And now you're the only
thing I look up to.

But no, I can't see my son
'cause he's not in a good mood.

And how about how I feel?

- All right, all right.

Here I go.

- I'm just trying to help, bro.

(man vocalizing)

(group singing in foreign language)

(man singing in foreign language)

I can't believe you
weren't gonna come, dude.

Your mom would've killed you.

(speaks in foreign language)

Oh my God.

Hey, hey, T-shirt.

(speaking in foreign language)

Two, two, yeah.

Yeah, man, they're for my cousin.

Kids, her kids.

You know how it is.

All right, bro.

Hey bro, that's a lie.

I know, but look man, I feel sorry

for the poor guy.

Breathing car fumes all day,
scraping for a few lousy bucks.

- Oh, he is not living the
life of luxury like you.

Hey, honcho.
- Hey, bro.

Luxury, no, but dignity, absolutely, bro.

We're not wetbacks, you and me.

Do you understand that?

We bring something
special over the border.

Right, my hands, your feet.

(man singing in foreign language)

- Guess I oughta use these
feet for something useful.

Thanks for the ride, holmes.

- [Juancho] All right, bro.

Get your bag.

Say hi to your mom for me.

- All right, thanks.

- Hey, by the way, Monday, same time,

or if not, you can walk to school.

- All right, later.
- All right, bro.

- [Announcer] Transportation
of certain controlled items

in Mexico is prohibited.

(announcer speaking in foreign language)

- [Oliver] Oh, look who it is.

(Oliver speaking in foreign language)

- Hey, Oliver.

What's up?

- Shouldn't you be at practice?

You guys are not in shape

and Stafford's gonna kill
you in that first game.

- I'm gonna go see my mom.

You know, she's got some
(speaks in foreign language)

waiting for me.

- See, that's how it starts.

Yeah, missing practice.

And then the cerveza and the women.

And the next thing you know,
the soccer career is history.

- Yeah, something like that.

- [Announcer] Transportation
of certain controlled items

into Mexico is prohibited.

(woman speaking in foreign language)

(dog barking)

(group chattering)

(ball thudding)

(door clicks)

(David clears throat)

(David speaks in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(David speaking in foreign language)

- Gloriana Morales.

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

Okay, uh. (speaking in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(David speaks in foreign language)

- (speaks in foreign
language) David Morales.

(David whistling)

(David speaking in foreign language)

- Gloriana Morales.

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaks in foreign language)

Hey.

(Gloriana speaks in foreign language)

(David speaks in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(David speaking in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

Oh, Ma.

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(dog barking)

(fan whirring)

(speaking in foreign language)

(David speaking in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(David speaking in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(David speaking in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(David speaking in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(screen whooshes)
(machine beeping)

(heart pounding)

- Well, I'm going shopping.

I need some syringes, some
hemoglobin, some scalpels.

And I think I'll treat myself

and pick up a Coach bag.

As far as you are concerned,

if his BP gets anywhere near one 60,

call me and do not touch anything else.

(suspenseful music)

- [Emma] I think what you should take

is intro to oil painting.

- Intro to oil painting.

My dad wants me to take accounting.

- Okay, I understand
what your father wants,

but you love art, right?

- [Student] Yeah.

- Okay, you only get
to go to college once.

I think he's gonna understand.

- Thanks a lot, professor.

- You are welcome.

And it's not professor quite yet.

It's still Emma.

- Thanks again.
- You're welcome.

- Later.
- See you in class.

Excuse me.

What were you doing with my postcards?

- Oh, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry.

I just thought maybe some of your students

might be interested in this.

I'm Jonas Darabont.

You must be new here.

- Emma Cross.
- Pleasure.

- Yeah, PhD candidate.

- And I used to be a
professor in biology here.

I, I, I left the faculty to
start up my own biotech company.

But the beginnings of a
startup are not as glamorous

as they lead you to believe.

So I'm, I'm recruiting 'cause I need help.

- In the fine arts department.

- Well, I've got lab
technicians and a staff.

But I, I need somebody creative

just to do some general research

and help me write protocols,
non-science stuff.

- Does it pay well?
- For a student job,

I think so.

I, I want somebody good,
so I'm willing to pay.

- I'm gonna keep one of these.

I may have the man for your job.

- [Jonas] Great.

(phone ringing)

- I am sorry, but we've already

filled all of our open slots.

Wish you got here earlier.

Hold please.
- Would you mind

keeping my resume on file
in case something comes up?

- Sure.

You never know.

- Okay, well, thanks.

- Daragen.

Can I help you?

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- Mr. Morales?

Mr. Morales.

Your, your resume indicates

that your permanent address is in Mexico.

Tijuana.

Do you get back much?

- Yeah, all the time.

Why?

- I think I might have
a job for you after all.

Now, the people that the border
guards know like yourself,

they just wave you through, right?

They don't ever take your
bags or anything like that.

Correct?

- [David] What exactly
do you have in mind?

- I would like you to
deliver some packages

into Mexico for me.

Just drop 'em off very quietly.

Very easy.

- What's in the packages?

- Not what you're thinking.

It's ethyl dichloride hydroxyl B.

It's part of a serum that
we're working on here.

Look, all that doesn't matter.

All I want you to do is to take
the serum across the border

for animal testing in Mexico.

- You do your testing in Mexico?

Isn't it usually the other way around?

- Right, but you can't
do it in California.

The goddamn animal rights activists.

You harm a few field mice,
they send out a posse.

- Is it legal?

- The testing is in Mexico,

but carrying it across the border, no.

- So the part you want me to
do, that's the illegal part.

- Technically, yes, but
it's not imprisonable.

It, it, it's just a, a fine.

I say just, it's $5,000.

I've been caught twice in the last month.

If that keeps up, just the fines

will drive me outta business.

I wanna level with you.

If we are successful with this,

we can save the lives
of hundreds of people

and make life better for thousands more.

If I don't get that
testing done in Mexico,

it'll cost me months, maybe,
maybe years of delays.

And I don't think I can survive that.

- What does it pay?

(suspenseful music)

- [Jonas] First, pick up the
package, take it to the border.

Even with the extra security,
they won't check you.

- [David] They never check me.

- [Jonas] Once you are over in Tijuana,

you take it to Tequila
Thomassio's, do you know it?

- [David] Yeah, Andre Lucian.

- [Jonas] There's a
men's room in the back.

Take the envelope behind the
toilet tank in the last stall.

We'll take it from there.

Stay at your mom's, relax.

Do whatever you want to do
after you make the delivery

and come home whenever it's convenient.

But just leave me a message
that you've made it back across.

And by the time you get home,
your money will be waiting.

No fuss, no muss.

(David speaks in foreign language)

(screen whooshes)

(ominous music)
(machine beeping)

(tool whirring)

- That's it for today then.

Next session, we can finish up

with the athletic scholarships

for this year and then we can move on

to the Fulbright program.

(group chattering)

- Thank you.

See first thing.

- Excuse me, professor.
- Yes.

- A student who lost his
athletic scholarship this year,

David Morales.

- Yeah, soccer player I think.

- Yeah, yes he is.

He classified extreme hardship.

If he doesn't get
significant financial aid,

he won't be able to stay enrolled.

And I don't see his name
anywhere on this list.

- And you're looking at the wrong list.

Check out tuition fully paid.

- No, no, that can't be right.

- Well, maybe he robbed
a bank or something.

(ominous music)

- Or something.

(doorbell buzzing)

Dammit, David, where the hell are you?

(ominous music)

(upbeat music)

- [David] Juancho, come
on man, just one beer.

- You actually expect me to go in there

and drink with college kids?

Come on bro, I have a
reputation to uphold.

- Ah, okay.

Oh, hey, Juancho, it's been like a year

since I hooked you up
with some gas money, huh?

- Whoa, Thomassio's.

What were you doing in that tourist bar?

This is the reason why I
don't want to drink with you.

- Figure I owe you interest too.

- Whoa, whoa.

Did you print that up yourself?

- It's Professor Darabont.

I'm telling you, I walked
into a real sweet deal.

What can I say?

- David, I'm warning you man, seriously,

keep your nose clean.

- Dude, it's totally cool.

I got my tuition paid off and everything.

Here.

Please take it.

- No, man.

You know what?

Seriously give it to your mom.

She's probably working harder
than both of us put together.

- All right.

Later.

(ominous music)

(door clicking)

(door bangs)

(door clicks)

- Hello?

Anybody here?

(suspenseful music)

David, what have you gotten yourself into?

(tense suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(David humming)

- Oh, man, I'm gonna wake up.
(speaks in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(door clicks)

(door bangs)

I gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.

(water sloshing)

Oh man.

(doorbell buzzing)

Christ sake.

Who is it?
- It's the super.

- [David] Hey Supe, what's up?

- [Super] Hey, the guy
downstairs says you got a leak.

- [David] Yeah, something
wrong in the bathroom.

- [Super] Yeah, it must
be that damn toilet again.

(suspenseful music)

(door bangs)

- [David] What the?

(phone ringing)

- [Super] Geez, college kids.

- [David] Christ sake, does
anyone know what time it is?

Hello?

(electricity crackling)
(Super groaning)

- [Jonas] If you're still
alive, get out of the building.

- Who is this?
- David.

They meant that for you.

- Mr. Darabont?
- If you stay there,

you'll die.

Get to the phone booth in
the alley off Third now.

(fast tempo suspenseful music)

(David panting)

- Made your last delivery, Morales.

Time for plan B.

(tire screeching)

(tires screeching)

(boxes thudding)
(tires screeching)

(David groaning)

(tires screeching)

(David grunts)

(tires screeching)

(dog barking)

(David grunting)

(dog barking)

(tires screeching)

(David panting)

(siren wailing)

(David panting)

(phone ringing)

(phone clicks)

- Hello?

- Make one last delivery

and you'll be out of danger.

- Excuse me.

What the hell is going on?

- There's no time.

They'll kill you if you don't
bring me the last package.

- What package?

I don't have any package.

- It's on the roof.

- On the roof?

What roof?

Look, asshole, I don't
know what kind of games

you're playing, but.

Hello.

(phone thuds)

(slow tempo suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(brooding music)

(door clicks)

(ominous music)

(door creaks)

Mr. Darabont?

(door bangs)

What the hell?

(body thudding)

(groans) God.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

God.

Emma.

(suspenseful music)

(door clicks)

- Hey, hey, you there?

What are you doing?

Hey.

(security guard grunting)

Hello, somebody.

(train rattling)

(David crying)

- Emma. (crying)

(siren wailing)

(Juancho laughing)

- So, no, so now he shows up, right?

- [Reporter] To track
down top 10 most wanted-

- Dude, I had to run to
bathroom with my boots on.

- [Reporter] The first call
to 911 occurred at 12:30 PM.

- Hey, you know, hey, shh.

- [Reporter] The fire apparently started

in the second floor apartment

and quickly swept through
this Ambrose Avenue building.

There is one confirmed death
with injuries still mounting.

The possibility of arson
is being investigated.

- Holmes.
- In other news.

(door clicks)

(David panting)

(police radio chattering)

- Excuse me sir, I've witnessed a crime.

Maybe two.

- Was it traffic or non-traffic related?

- It was murder.

(police radio chattering)

- Take the elevator up to the third floor.

A detective from homicide
will meet you there.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

I'm sending somebody up.

Yeah, male Latino.

About 25 to 30, blue
sweatshirt, red cooler.

- [Delivery Man] How's this one?

The empire strikes ass. (laughs)

- Okay.

Planes, trains and asses.

- I need to talk to the
ranking officer on the shift.

- That would be Captain Ramirez.

- Where is he?

- Holy shit.

- Whoa, slow down.

What's this all about?

- FBI.

(button clicking)

- Sorry, I'll show you the way.

- Ah.
- Ow.

- Come on.

- How about when a man loves an ass?

(door bangs)

- All right, you're all set.

Third floor to the left.

- [Delivery Man] Ah, ah, journey
to the center of the ass.

- [Delivery Woman] I like that.

Okay, uh, children of a lesser ass.

- Uh, man with one ass.

- [Delivery Woman] Dude, where's my ass?

- [Delivery Man] That's
pretty good. (laughs)

(brooding music)

(David exhales)

(suspenseful music)

(cop sighs)

- You got any Coors in there?

- What did Sarge say
about this guy anyway?

- Not much.

He's here to report a murder.

- Excuse me.

Is Captain Ramirez this way?

- [Detective] Yeah, just down
the hallway to your left.

- Thanks.
- Oh,

and he's carrying a cooler.

- Cooler.
- Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(elevator dings)

(David sighs)

- [Dispatcher] Station
alert, repeat station alert.

Murder suspect on the premises.

Wanted by the FBI.

Five feet, 10 inch, 175
pound Hispanic male,

carrying a red and white picnic cooler.

- Listen, I am not a murderer.

I swear on my life, I'm telling you.

- Face the wall.
- Officer, please, please,

you're making a big mistake.

Please.
- Don't move.

- You don't understand.

You don't understand.

You've gotta let me go.

I'm telling you.

(elevator dings)

Oh, shit.

(police radio chattering)

Whoa.

(door clicks)

- Hey, stop!
- Freeze!

Freeze, police, stop!

Come back here!

(door thudding)
(group yelling)

(door thudding)

(Taylor grunts)

(door creaking)

(door thuds)

(metal thuds)

(ominous music)

(metal banging)

- My god.

This is crazy.

(suspenseful music)

(David screaming)

(David groans)

(metal thuds)

(group chattering)

- Lock it up.

Lock this place up.

He's here somewhere.

Somebody check the second floor landing.

He may have jumped.

(handcuffs clicking)

(police radio chattering)

- Hey, sorry sir, nobody's allowed.

- No, I know.

I'm just here to see my friend.

He lives here.

- Everybody's over there.

- Yeah, I know,

but I've already been there
and he's not there, man.

His name's David Morales.

- Morales.
- Yeah.

- Wait here.

- That's not good.

- Listen we got a guy,

and he's, he's looking for Morales.

- Oh fuck.

- [Examiner] Go ahead and
lift the prints off the table.

- We got him.

Yeah, coroner's report is on the way.

(door clicks)
(camera clicks)

Run it again.
- Sure.

(suspenseful music)

(police radio chattering)

(tack thuds)

(traffic whooshing)

(birds chirping)

(brooding music)

(announcer speaking in foreign language)

(group chattering)

(birds chirping)

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

- I'm out, Darabont.

- Like hell you are.

Where the fuck are you?

- I don't know.

At some rest stop somewhere.

- You don't know.

Well you better fucking find out fast.

- Look, you told me to bring it to you,

I did, to your office.

You weren't there, but
Emma was you bastard.

- Yeah, and you know something?

You are headed where she went

unless you get me that package pronto.

- This has gone way too far.

- It doesn't work that way, son.

You're playing in the big leagues now.

Hey, hey, it's too late to quit, Davy boy.

- I'm nobody.

I'm just a student.

A C student.

- Well, nevertheless, you'll have to do.

Now I wonder, do you recognize this voice?

(Gloriana screams)

(Gloriana panting)

- Mom, are you okay?

- Now you bring me that package

or I assure you she won't be.

(dial tone humming)

(phone clicks)

- Cooler.

Shit.

(suspenseful music)

(David chattering)

I'm so sorry.

(David chattering)

Hey, guys.

What's going on guys?

(David chattering)

Pardon me, I lost a little cooler

and I was just looking.

(tires screeching)

- Hey pal.

Give us a little room here.

- [David] Shit.

- You wanna watch your language?

- [Woman] Hey, that's mine!

- I'm so sorry.

Ah, god.

(ominous music)

- Ah, just let go of me.

I didn't do anything.

- Well, we have a warrant
for your arrest, ma'am.

- How much is my father paying you?

(car door clicks)

(Bella grunting)

(car door bangs)

- You might wanna get some ice on that.

She's got a mean left hook.

(car door clicks)

(car door bangs)

- Dammit! (panting)

(Bella panting)

- Let's get you some ice.

- Screw it.

I am not going back.

(Bella grunting)

(suspenseful music)

- [Cop] Oh, shit!

- Damn.

(tires screech)

Oh my God, are you okay?

- Bitch.

- Freeze, police!

Hold it.

- Shit!

No, I don't wanna fight
for this right now.

What do you think you're doing?

Get out, get out!
- Go, go!

(car engine roaring)
(tires screeching)

(suspenseful music)

- [Cop] No, stop! (grunting)

(cop grunting)
(birds chirping)

(traffic humming)

- Feel free not to get us killed.

- Feel free to get out anytime.

Reach into my shirt.

Oh, please don't flatter yourself.

There's a necklace.

Just get the key out of it.

Hurry up.
- Hold on.

- Hey, don't get funny on me now.

- Come here.

Come on.

I got it.

- Should work on those too.

They're all pretty much standard.

So what's an alter boy like you to do

to get yourself handcuffs as jewelry?

- I've developed a talent for hanging

around the wrong people.

- [Dispatcher] Attention
all units be advised,

a 487 GTA in progress.

State car 2070 missing
from Side Winder rest area.

Last seen traveling I-5 north.

- We gotta ditch this car.

Looks like we're gonna Barstow.

(church bell ringing)

(birds chirping)

(group chattering)

- Excuse me.

I need to locate a professor.

And the name of the professor
is, uh, Dara, Darrmount?

- Darabont, Jonas Darabont?

- That's him.

- You better find a good psychic.

Professor Darabont died
two, maybe three years ago.

(ominous music)
(machine beeping)

(door clicks)

- Is there a doctor in the house?

- Where the hell you've been?

- Shopping.

Let's see.

The dow is up.

The Nasdaq is tanking.

- I got something rising for you, honey.

- Not in your wildest dreams.

Why don't you make yourself useful

and get us that package.

(slow tempo suspenseful music)

- Now what?

- Pull over.

I said.

(tires screeching)

- Are you trying to kill us?

Look, I'm sure the cops change the oil

on this thing regularly.

- Drive in.

- What for?

We need to keep moving
because they're not very-

- Do it.

- Fine.

(tool whirring)
(upbeat music)

(metal clangs)

(mechanic speaking in foreign language)

(car door clicks)

(car doors banging)

(David speaking in foreign language)

- What's up, ace?

- Hey, how much you gimme
for that ride over there?

- Confused, this is a garage.

Look around.

If you want a dealership,
go down to Main Street.

- Hey, holmes, I grew
up in Tijuana, right?

I already checked out the cars.

Chop shops are everywhere.

- Oh yeah, and cops are everywhere.

And how do I know you're not two of them?

- Oh, come on.

Do we look like cops?

- What makes you think that the CHP

doesn't realize that
they're missing a vehicle?

Do I look stupid to either one of you?

- Well, the sooner you make a deal,

the sooner you have it
stripped and unrecognizable.

- Wanna make a deal?

200 bucks.

- 200.

We could get that for the radio alone.

- Yeah, but you look desperate.

(man singing in foreign language)

- We got ripped off.

- It's better than just ditching the car.

At least we got something.

- Oh yeah, you're quite the businessman.

(David speaking in foreign language)

(Bella speaking in foreign language)

Adios, amigo.

- Si, adios.

(dramatic music)

- This stinks.

What are we doing here anyway?

Morales is in Barstow.

- Barstow doesn't make sense.

It's the wrong direction.

- [Watts] They got witnesses

Who made Morales from his ID.

This guy's not playing with a full deck.

- He's an amateur, but he is not stupid.

- We really gotta get to Barstow.

- Barstow, Barstow.

We don't know dick about Barstow.

We know about here.

The whole reason he's in this thing

is 'cause he can cross here

without any interference.

Anywhere else he gets searched, right?

He's coming back, wherever
he is, he's coming back.

He's gotta get into Mexico
and he is gotta cross here.

We're locking down this whole border.

Otay, here, and every
miserable inch in between.

Morales doesn't cross alive.

- [Watts] Got it.

(screen whooshes)

- San Diego, please.

(David groans)

(bus engine humming)

- [Bella] Don't tell me
you're some kinda stalker.

- (chuckles) Now who's
flattering themselves?

- So why don't you put that in the cooler?

No room?

- I don't know.

You got a screwdriver?

- Not on me.

Here, I'm done.

- So I'm curious, what's
a girl like you doing

wearing a handcuff key around her neck?

- Got it, from a guy in Fresno.

He taught me a few things
about being on the run.

And why I'm on the run is a family problem

and none of your business.

- Okay.

I didn't think people
with money had problems.

That Rolex doesn't exactly scream ghetto.

- All money does is free up your time

to screw up your life
in more esoteric ways.

- At least my problems aren't esoteric.

- It's just easier to get away

and start over than it's to fix everything

that's wrong with my family.

- Funny, I'd do anything
to get back to mine.

- Well for me the further the better.

I'm gonna Belize, I'm
gonna join the Peace Corps.

See, they're building this
school in a small village

in the rainforest.

And I just wanna get my hands
dirty, doing something real.

- No offense, but I find
it hard picturing you

as Mother Teresa.

- No offense taken.

You don't know me.

- [David] You're right.

I'm sorry.

Let's start over, okay?

My name's David Morales.

(birds chirping)

(machine beeping)

- What am I doing in a
place like this surrounded

by all these fucking sick people?

- Good point.

It's depressing.

- Look, I have a doctor.

Why do I need a medical facility?

- Darling, as much as I
appreciate the compliment,

we're not exactly
talking tonsillitis here.

- Well, when I get well,
I'm going to return here

and I am going to fuck all the
nurses, even the ugly ones.

And then I'm going to piss
on all the dying old men

who look at me as if I'm one of them.

And then they gotta remember
I'm not one of them.

- Oh, that's sweet.

- Meanwhile, I think I'll
concentrate on something

a little closer to home.

(suspenseful music)

Do you know that women
appreciate a man like me?

They appreciate how a man
like me can make them feel,

you know that?

- The only thing you make me feel is sick.

(Gloriana spits)

(Gloriana groans)

- You make me hard.

(Franco groaning)

- Franco, relax, relax.

(Franco coughing)

(spray hissing)

Relax.

Good boy.

Now for the last time,
keep it in your pants.

If you exert yourself, you
will die, plain as that.

- Oh God, I could do
that bitch in a heartbeat

and not break a sweat.

- I know, tiger,

but sex is not on dance card
for you right now I'm afraid.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

I like watching a good screw
just as much as the next gal.

- Charming people, aren't they?

(woman singing in foreign language)

(group chattering)

- Hey, you've seen this man lately?

(speaking in foreign language)

You're sure?

(woman singing in foreign language)

- Hey, como estas, amigo?

How you doing, man?

How about you take the
next couple of days off.

Really, I'll cover for you.

I'm looking for a change pace.

All right?

(Juancho speaking in foreign language)

See you in a couple of days.

(man singing in foreign language)

T-shirt.

(speaks in foreign language)

(train rattling)

- That story sounds as
messed up as your knee.

- Can get pretty stiff after
I sit down for a long time.

(gentle music)

Doesn't hurt that bad.

- Chill, Romeo.

That was a strategic kiss.

- Fine.

Later.

- Hey, wait!

Wait, listen, we're both going to Mexico.

I mean, you're from there
and you know the country

and no one's expecting you to
be traveling with anyone else.

- Oh, you don't wanna get anywhere

near the people who are after me, okay?

- Well you don't want my
father thinking my running away

had anything to do with you either.

But you see together,
we'll be more anonymous.

- Giants fan, huh?

- Yeah, my father's one of the owners.

We're all expected to help
out with the marketing.

Okay, so we cross over,
by all appearances,

just a young couple in love,
but don't get any ideas

'cause once we're over,
we go our separate ways.

(ominous music)

- Play ball.

(horns honking)

(group chattering)

- [Announcer] Transportation
of certain controlled items

into Mexico is prohibited.

(announcer speaking in foreign language)

- Where are the DMV guys?

- The who?

- Department of Motor Vehicles.

They work with immigration on stolen cars

being smuggled into Mexico.

They're usually here on Fridays.

- Isn't that good for us?

- I don't know, maybe.

- [Juancho] Hey, senor,
carer for special t-shirt?

- No, that's okay.

- Oh, come on man, it's top quality.

- Juancho, what the hell?

- Shh, look what it says.

Check out the new design.

Look at the colors.

Take a look.

- [Thomas] All clear.

Sir, this is Thomas at the west
bridge, everything's clear.

Over.

- Clear.
- No sign of the suspect.

- [Juancho] Check it out.

- Just follow me.

Keep your head down.

- Well if you don't
like it and just say so.

- It's probably nothing but
just for the hell of it,

checkout a man woman couple

that just turned around
east side of pedestrian A.

She's got a cowboy hat,

he's got a baseball cap.

- T-shirts. (speaks in foreign language)

- I thought that was
the best place to cross.

- It was, but there's another way.

Just keep your head down.

Come on.

- All right.
- I'm on it.

- Shirt, no?

I'm sorry, man.
- Hey.

- I'm sorry, I'm, I'm sorry, man.

Ah.
- Hey, hey.

- I'm sorry, man.

Hey, you want a T-shirt?

- Nah, I don't want any of that stuff.

- Come on, 15 bucks.

- [Watts] Hey, federal business.

- Federal.

Three bucks for federal.

Three bucks, man.

Three bucks, come on.

Do they pay you that
little where you work?

Jesus, it's $3.

- I didn't see anybody.

- That's right.

- I got this.

(David coughs)

I love these things except
they always come back.

- Me too.

I only go one direction.

- [David] We need to cross tonight.

- You're trying to sneak into Mexico?

That's a first.

Just you two?

- And this.

- 600 cash when we start.

- Are you kidding?

I don't have that kind of cash
right now, but I can get it.

Don't worry about it.

I just gotta talk to a few people.

- Wait.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- The border patrol
changes shifts at 5:24 AM.

Be at the hills east
of Brownfield at five.

- [David] Bella, you don't
have to do this for me.

- I'm not doing it for you, David.

I'm doing it for your mom.

Let's go.

(door clicks)

(door bangs)

- Mickey D's was all I could find.

- [Bella] Oh great,
I'll be out in a second.

- Oh hey, did you pick up some ice?

- [Bella] Yeah, look, it's,
it's on the little table.

- Ah, excellent.

- Here, you need those more than I do.

- [David] At least your
parents taught you some manner.

- Mm, please, only manners
my parents taught me

was smiling while you figured out

how to screw the person
sitting next to you at dinner.

- Come on, Bella, it's your parents.

Can't be that bad.

- You have no idea.
- I'm just saying,

family's all you've got.

Running away won't help.

- Oh yeah, that's a good one.

Coming from a guy who's being
chased all over California

'cause of some cooler.

- Hey, that's different.

I got sucked into something over my head.

You, you chose your path.

Come on Bella, get real.

- You wanna get real?

Why do we get real about your knee?

Because you act like that's
what caused this whole mess.

And the truth is, it was your fault.

You are the one who did it

and now you're running
from your own choices.

At least I'm trying to get to something,

get to Belize to do something
useful with my life.

- Oh, is that what you're doing, Bella?

Or you just trying a little
harder to your daddy off?

(Bella grunts)

(gentle brooding music)

- I've tried all sorts of ways

to escape my family over the years,

but not this time.

This time is for me.

- I thought, I thought at
first that you were just,

you know, like this rich spoiled brat.

But I underestimated you

because now I get it.

I'm beginning to understand.

- Don't go funny on me now.

(insects chirping)

(birds chirping)

- You're late.

- I know, sorry.

It took longer to get
out here than we figured.

- Where's my money?

Yeah. (speaks in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(David speaking in foreign language)

Fine, you can ride with him.

(ominous music)

Here you go.
- Thanks.

(David coughs)

- [Rico] It's kind of dangerous out here

so gotta watch yourself.

- Excuse me for a second.

(bike engine humming)

(speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)
(helmet thuds)

- Hey, what's your fucking problem?

- When one of your crew
speaks less Spanish

than a white girl from Seattle,

I'd say you have the problem.

- Hey, that guy is not who he says he is.

Oh shit, man, come on.

Well, are you gonna
sell us out to the INS?

- Fuck INS.

These guys pay serious money.

- Who?

What guys?

At least tell me who's after me.

- I forgot their names.

(gun banging)

You can ask 'em yourself.

(bike engines roaring)

- Come on, we gotta go.

Dammit.
- What?

- No key.

- I got it.

(Bell grunting)

(foot thudding)
(man groaning)

Go, get outta here.

Go get your mom!

- Nowhere to run.

- [Bella] I'll fine.

(bike engine roaring)

- Stay with him.

(man grunts)
(Bella groans)

(gun banging)

(elbow thuds)
(man groans)

(gun bangs)

(tires screeching)

(gun bangs)

- Pick on somebody your own size.

(arm thudding)
(man groaning)

(gun bangs)

(gun banging)

(gun banging)

(explosion booming)

Seattle gun club team
champ two years in a row.

(man yelling)

(truck crashing)

- (groaning) Son of a bitch.

(groaning) No, no shit, ah.

(Watts groaning)

(groaning) Oh, my neck.

- Goddammit!
- There he goes.

- You see they, they age
two years until they,

until they taste just right.

- I don't like the looks of this.

His diastolic pressure is dangerously low.

His kidneys could fail.

- We'll give him some more of that

nitroglycerin breath freshner.

- Oh, don't try to pull
that professor crap on me.

Your job is killing people,

so don't tell me how to keep them alive.

(phone ringing)

- Hi, I'm here.

- [David] I'm over and
I have your package.

- Very good college boy.

And not a minute too soon either.

Now just bring the
package to the drop site

and I'll be there in one half hour.

- [David] I'll only
exchange it for my mother.

- Hey, trust me, she's fine.

So fine I might add that Franco's

got a schoolboy crush on her.

- [David] Franco?

The Franco?

- Yeah, the Franco.

Who isn't gonna be very happy

unless you hurry the fuck up.

- [David] If he touches
her, I swear I'll kill him.

- Cool it, Sir Gallahad,
just bring the package.

(phone beeps)

- Dammit!

- It's your lucky day, Dr. Kevorkian.

- Well, it's about time.

(ominous music)

- That cooler won't fit
behind the toilet, amigo.

Just bring it here.

- Where's my mother?

- Sit down, relax for a minute.

Have a tequila.

They got all kinds.

- I'm not thirsty.

- Listen, we can settle this
pleasantly or otherwise.

Sit down.

- You can't shoot me.

Especially not here.

- (laughs) You're kidding, right?

You could be slumped across
this table for a half hour

before a waiter came by to
bother you and the cops,

please this is TJ,

the cops are either
stupid or corrupt or both.

Why do you think we picked you?

You are a disposable Mexican
that nobody will miss.

So I'm afraid I can shoot you.

- One move and I'll fricking obliterate

your cerebral vortex.

- Juancho.

- First of all, it's cortex, asshole.

And secondly, you're making a big mistake.

- And thirdly, shut the fuck up.

Now take that gun and put
it on the tortilla basket.

Unless you want me to make
salsa out of your brains.

Grab the gun, holmes.

At least you didn't get suckered
by a light beer. (laughs)

- [David] Hey, how the
hell did you find me?

- That's a long story, holmes.

But let me have the gun.

And by the way, I'm a good
shot with a real gun too.

- You amateurs do not wanna
fuck around with Franco or me!

- We don't wanna fuck around with anyone.

I just want my mother to go free.

- Look, I need to get that
package to Franco immediately.

- Fine, take me to her
and we'll make the trade.

- You got the gun, okay, let's go.

- Just one thing.

What's up with the cooler?

What's in that thing?

- Franco's life.

It's.

(ominous music)

(body thuds)

(suspenseful music)

- Adios.

Hello Morales.

Boy, you've been a real pain in my ass.

- Look, you're making a big mistake.

I didn't kill anybody.

I'm just a student.

- I, I, I'm just a student.

Your bosses killed more than
his share though, hadn't they?

Guilt by association.

- Oh man, that's bull shit.

- Shut up, grease ball.

- You're in way, way over your head, kid.

It was just a matter of time
before your dumb luck ran out.

Get the cooler, Jimmy.

- No, I have to deliver this.

If I don't get this to
Franco, my mother's dead.

- You don't get it to Franco, he's dead.

- You want Franco dead.

And if you have to kill
me to kill him, so be it.

- So be it.

- Back off.

- Juancho.

(gun banging)
(suspenseful music)

- You ain't talking now
are you, motherfuckers?

(suspenseful music)

Oh shit!

(gun banging)

(gun banging)
(glass shattering)

(ominous music)

- Juancho.

Juancho!

I'll go get help.

- Die, holmes.

You're gonna die on the floor
of this goddamn tequila bar.

Little fuck!

Dammit!

(gun clicking)

Give me the cooler.

Give me the cooler!

Okay, this isn't a soccer game, kid.

And this time you lose.

(suspenseful music)
(cooler thuds)

(foot thuds)
(Taylor groaning)

(glass shattering)
(Taylor groaning)

(body thuds)
(dramatic music)

- Game's not over yet.

(phone ringing)

- [Dr. Drake] Tell me you got the package.

- I've had it all along.

- Who is this?

- It's your courier.

- What a pleasure.

Listen, we are out of time.

I need that package now.

- I wanna talk to my mother.

- Do it in person.

Clinica Medic De Roma Rosa.

It's about a 40 minute
cab ride from there.

- My mother's not safe, I swear to god-

- Blah, blah, hurry up or
I'll snuff around myself.

Ugh, I need a manicure.

- What do you want me to do with her?

- Neanderthal, leave her alone

and give us some privacy, okay?

I'm sorry.

You'll have to pardon him.

He was raised by wolves.

I, on the other hand, I make it a policy

to treat people with respect.

Can I ask you for a little favor?

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- What kind of doctor are you?

- Please, I graduated from
Harvard Medical School

magna cum whatever.

I practiced in the states

for as I could stomach again.

But organized medicine, it's a joke.

- Better to be a doctor to a gangster.

- Look, I am a doctor, okay?

And I'm really good at it.

I don't operate for the
insurance companies or the HMOs

or some idiot hospital administrator.

I operate for me to use my skills,

to do the thing that I do
better than anybody else.

- Congratulations.

I thought doctors were supposed to perform

for their patients.

- The hackman's do maybe,
but not the great ones.

- He's here.

- Huh, the prodigal son returns.

(suspenseful music)

- Where is she?

- Hey, whoa, down boy, down.

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

- Mom.

I'm so sorry I lied to you, Mom.

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

- Christ, it's fucking "Leave
it to Beaver" around here.

Fuck him up, I may need her.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come on.

I gotta know what's in it?

- You really are a C student.

- Well I mean I know it's
something Franco needs

to live, but-
- A heart.

- Very nice.

But not just any heart.

Franco suffers from acute
cardiac degeneration.

It's a genetic defect
that occurs on the order

of 0.2% of the population.

And the only cure is a heart transplant.

I profiled potential donors.

We got lucky.

There was an HLA match nearby.

We got in touch with our donor.

I got the heart out and
stabilized it no problem.

But it only remains viable for 36 hours

provided as kept cool
and electro stimulated

and that's where you came in.

Professor Darabont did his part.

He had you lined up and ready to go.

But we thought you would remain anonymous.

We didn't know that Uncle
Sam was so close on our trail

and so willing to go to such lengths

to make sure the Franco
didn't get the heart

he needs to live.

But I give you credit, you're
more than just a pretty face.

You got it here.

Now it's my turn to deliver.

(woman speaking in foreign language)

(siren wailing)

(cop speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(machine beeping)
(air hissing)

- Yeah.
- DeBakey clamp.

(Riker clears throat)

- [Brock] We got trouble.

- [Dr. Drake] I am in surgery here.

- [Brock] The goddamn Tijuana cops

are actually investigating at the bar.

- [Dr. Drake] Huh,
what's gotten into them?

Get Franco's chopper here.

If we have to, we'll move in postop.

- Is that safe?
- Not particularly,

but I'm not going this far

just to have him wake up in jail.

You, take Nurse Ratched
here, bring me two units

of Morales's mother's blood.

- [Brock] Are you serious?

- [Dr. Drake] If we have to move Franco

will need extra plasma.

I tested her, she's a
universal donor, O negative.

Now get out here.

- [Brock] Let's go.

(David speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(David speaking in foreign language)

(speaks in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaks in foreign language)

(lock clicking)

(door clicks)

- Yes.

- No.

(fist thuds)
(ominous music)

(machine beeping)

- And we have a heartbeat.

Smart dresser and a damn good doctor too.

Stable, we have a plane to catch.

(nurse speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(Gloriana speaking in foreign language)

- Hurry up.

(door knob thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(David grunts)

- You have good veins.

- That's not all, mamacita.

(suspenseful music)

Bitch!

(fist thuds)
(Gloriana groans)

(Brock groaning)

(fist thuds)
(Gloriana groans)

(door clicks)

- Sir, this way.

Your mother, come quickly.

(Gloriana groaning)
(lamp shattering)

(head thuds)
(Gloriana groans)

(Brock grunts)
(Gloriana groans)

- You're dead.

(metal thuds)

(David groans)

(machine beeping)

- And with a little
help from Mr. Pacemaker,

we will keep that heart
going at just the right rate.

- I'll go find what's keeping the blood.

- No, we don't have time.

Help me get him outta here.

- Ma, are you okay?

Mom.

Come on say something.

Mom.

(suspenseful music)

(helicopter whirring)

- Take care of him.

Let's go.

(Riker grunting)
(knee thuds)

(leg thuds)
(Riker groaning)

(Riker grunting)

(leg thuds)
(Riker groans)

(elbow thuds)
(Riker groans)

(slow tempo suspenseful music)

(bag clangs)
(Dr. Drake groans)

(fast tempo suspenseful music)

Your persistence is a real turnoff.

Ah!

(David grunts)

That's a Marciano.

(fist thuds)
(David groans)

Get off.

(fist thuds)

(David screaming)
(ominous music)

(water splashing)

(water splashing)

Where is it?

(water splashing)
(suspenseful music)

(machine beeping)

- I got one last delivery for you, Franco.

(Franco groaning)

- Come on, Franco.

Come on, damn you!

(Franco groaning)

You are not dying on me now.

(machine wailing)

(dramatic music)

(gentle brooding music)

(Gloriana crying)

(siren wailing)

(car door bangs)

- Where's Franco?

- Heart attack, I think.

Maybe he should consult with his doctor.

(cop speaking in foreign language)

(door clicks)

- Don't even bother coming in here

because I'm not talking
unless you get me a lawyer.

- Can we settle this outta court?

(upbeat music)

(door clicks)

- Hi.

What do these government
officials work for you now?

- Given what I got on 'em,
you better believe it.

- Well you're still
looking a little rough.

- Yeah, but feeling good.

No more running from
bad guys or the truth.

- Well how about we at
least we run out of here?

- Okay, my mom can't wait to meet you.

- Oh great.

Hi, Mom, this is Bella.

She just got outta jail.

(fast tempo suspenseful music)

(brooding music)

(fast tempo suspenseful music)