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♫ "Find a New Home" playing ♫

♫ Lord, I've made My
share of mistakes ♫

♫ But I meant no wrong ♫

♫ And when the sun sets ♫

♫ On the hillside ♫

♫ The nights can be so long ♫

♫ Now the rooms
are all empty ♫

♫ And my pillow's
gone cold To the bone ♫

♫ Guess it's really
Never too late ♫

♫ To find a new home ♫

(horse snorts and whinnies)

♫ Took a long time To find her ♫

♫ And even longer ♫

♫ To let her go ♫

♫ And the good days ♫

♫ Were the best days ♫

♫ I've ever known ♫

♫ And the hard times
Could be rocky ♫

♫ But they were better
Than being alone ♫

♫ Guess it's never
Never too late ♫

♫ To find a new home ♫

It's 10:30, Mike.

You're late.

Mike: For what?

(scoffs) Okay. All right.

Back when we had winners,

I was afraid to lose
you to the competition.

Five times you won
the All-American Futurity

and every goddamn
time I thought,

"Oh, I won't be
able to keep Mike.

Somebody's gonna grab him."

But that was a long
time ago, wasn't it?

Yeah. That was
before the accident.

Before the pills.

Before the booze.

You look out there
in that barn now,

a string of second-rate horses.

Kind of like my
trainer, isn't it?

I'm not afraid of losing
you to anybody now.

You're a loss to no one.

It's time for new blood.

Yeah, I can see that.

And you know
what you're late for?

What?

Clearing out your locker.

Why don't you do
that on the way out?

You gonna say anything?

No.

I was just gonna say, "Howard,

I've always thought of
you as a small, weak,

and gutless man."

But, you know, there's
no reason to be rude.

(crowd cheering)

(horse grunting)

(horse neighs)

(crowd exclaims)

So, you don't lock your doors?

Ain't got nothing
worth stealing.

What's up?

You're just killing
time in here or what?

You look awful.

Well, you've looked horrible
longer, so I guess you win.

Yeah.

What do you want?

You remember I had a son?

Rafael.

Yeah.

That's him, like,
at five or six.

Well, he's 13 now, and I
wanna get him out of Mexico.

I wanna get him up here.
I wanna do the right thing.

I want him to live with me.

What does his mother
think about that? (chuckles)

(scoffs) Yeah, well, Leta,

-she's a nutcase.
-Oh.

I mean, she was
fun at a party, but...

and she gave me him.

Yeah.

But he's in trouble.
Mike, the kid's in trouble.

And I gotta get
him out of there.

Yeah. Why don't you
call the authorities, then?

I can't go to the authorities.

I have legal issues. I
can't go back into Mexico.

He's being abused.

How do you know that?

Well, I don't know
it directly from him,

if that's what you're asking me,

but I know that.

I know it from
people around her,

and she's a mess.

And she's letting
the kid be abused.

Uh... Well, I don't know
what you want from me

'cause, you know...

You want me to go down
there and kidnap him?

Bring him out of there?

It's not kidnapping
if he's your kid.

It isn't my kid,

so I don't think he'll go
with me in the first place.

Yes, he would. He'll
listen to you, Mike.

I know he will.

He'll know the
minute he sees you,

you're a real cowboy.

He'll listen to you. Tell
him about the house.

Tell him he's gonna have
the run of the whole ranch.

He's gonna have his
own horse. Tell him that.

It's every boy's dream.

Well, I think you got dozens
of guys here who could do it

and I'm not really the kind...

You know what? You owe me, Mike.

I was standing here,
looking at all this,

thinking about making the
payments on this place for you.

About helping you
not lose it after you...

After you lost
her and the boy...

You know how many people
told me to stop doing that?

To just cut you loose.

I said, "No. You know
what? I owe Mike that much."

But I think you
owe me a little bit,

and you gave me your word.

And that used to
mean something, Mike.

Yeah.

I owe ya.

All right.

There's cash in this envelope.

Quite a bit of cash for
travel and expenses.

I've got her address on here

and this is a map of the area

in Mexico City she's living in.

That's Rafo, like
I said, about six.

He's 13 nearly now,
and he's gonna be taller.

-Thank you.
-Okay.

(rock music playing
on car speaker)

Buenos dias, girls.

-(girl) Hello.
-Hi.

So, where are you headed?

Playa. We're
gonna hit the beach.

(all chuckle)

(officer) Which beach?

I mean, there are many
beautiful beaches in Mexico.

However many we can in a week.

-(laughs) I bet you will.
-(girls laugh)

Enjoy your stay
in Mexico, girls.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-(engine starts)
-(rock music resumes)

What's your purpose
for entering Mexico?

Uh, a holiday.

Can I see your paperwork?

I'm actually with them.

Just you?

Just me.

Enjoy your stay in Mexico.

Thank you.

(horses whinnying)

Why the hell would a kid
ever wanna leave this place?

(indistinct chatter)

(soft piano music playing)

(speaking Spanish)

(soft piano music continues)

(indistinct chatter)

(mutters)

(conversing in Spanish)

(in English) Hey, be
respectful, old man.

Take off your hat.

(laughs)

(speaking Spanish)

(both laughing)

(chuckles)

(passing remark in Spanish)

(in English) Usually when
a woman laughs like that,

a man's fly is open.

That's the only thing
that's not on the table.

(speaks Spanish)

(in English) You're good.

(smacks lips) Aw. Oh, no.

Is this your family,
Michael Milo?

Yeah. From a long time ago.

Leta: Hmm.

You also have a
picture of my son

from a long time ago.

I can explain that.

No, you needn't.

You think you're the
first my ex-husband sent?

(scoffs)

The first one is in jail.

Beastly man with no manners.

The second was more amiable.

Couldn't find Rafo and left.

Tell me, cowboy,

why does his father
really want him now?

He has no real love for the boy.

Well, maybe he's
trying to change all that.

You're picturing
some innocent kid.

(chuckles) Like in that photo.

A nice, respectful boy

who wears clean
clothes to school,

and sings in church. (chuckles)

I guarantee you
that isn't the case.

My son is wild.

An animal who
lives in the gutter.

Gambling, stealing,
cockfighting, at the...

At the calle Choca.

Take him.

Take him if you can find him.

He's a monster.

You have made a
long trip for nothing.

I don't know where
my son is now.

He's like his father.

He runs away.

He hates his father.

He hates me.

So, go home, Mr. Mike.

Go home.

When did you give up?

No matter what people say,

some aren't cut
out to be parents.

Have a drink with me, hmm?

(snaps fingers)

-(bottle cap opens)
-(glass clinks)

(drink pours)

No, I got a job to do.

Well, then, good
luck. You'll need it.

(footsteps receding)

(indistinct chatter in Spanish)

(lively music playing)

(speaks Spanish)

(people cheering in distance)

(indistinct chatter in Spanish)

(chicken clucking)

Hey, Rafo.

(crowd continues cheering)

(chickens clucking)

(police sirens blaring)

(officer speaking
Spanish over loudspeaker)

(in English) Oh, shit!

Shit, shit.

(clamoring)

(car engine starts)

(police siren chirps faintly)

(car drives away)

Hey, Rafo, you can come out now.

The cops are gone.

Where the hell are you?

You can come out now.

I'm a friend of the family.

(clucking)

Okay. Come on.

Come here.

Hey, hey, come on.

Chicken... (mutters)

Bad chicken. No, no! Hey, hey!

Ah.

All right, you little bastard.

Come on out.

I'm gonna count to five.

I'm gonna wring
this chicken's neck.

You got that?

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

-Give me my rooster!
-Five.

Not until we talk, Rafo.

You know my name?

How did you find me?

I found you because
your mother told me

where you were. That's why.

If she sold me to
you, you're a fool.

Touch me and I'll
kick your ass, old man.

What the hell you talking about?

You are some perverted
friend of my mother

from one of her parties.

Perverted old man.

Hey. You're talking
to the wrong person.

I'm here representing your
dad who wants to see you.

Howard Polk.

I work for him, that's all.

You are a cowboy? A ranch hand?

Yeah.

That's right. I've
done a little of that.

Okay, talk.

Not here.

Not here.

You're joking, yes?

No, not joking.

My father, he wants me.

Well, you're his only kid.

(scoffs) And he sent you for me?

Yep.

You're a liar.

My father hasn't
seen me for years.

Why does he want to see me now?

Well, he wants to
see you, that's all.

He, uh... He misses you.

(scoffs, chuckles)

You're full of shit.

My father doesn't want me.

He never even
called on my birthdays.

Look at that.

It's me when I was little.

Yeah, that's it.

Same guy.

He gave you that?

He did.

If my father wants me back,
why didn't he telephone?

He sent you, some
apestoso viejo.

I don't know what that
means, but I don't like it.

When I was little,

my father said he would
give me a special horse.

He never did.

He's a liar.

Eh, just a little
late, that's all.

That doesn't mean he's a liar.

But he's gonna
make it up to you now.

He's got a big ranch.

He's got horses, cattle.

In fact, he's got
hundreds of horses.

You'll be able to
ride yourself silly.

-Hundreds of horses?
-Yeah.

Even owns a rodeo up there.

Rodeo?

Hundreds of horses...

He's a big boss!

Yeah, he's a big boss.
That's what I'm telling you.

Maybe I'll go.

-Just for a while.
-Yeah.

Good. Good, I think so.

If I don't like it, I will say,

"To hell with him,"
and come back.

Yeah, that's right.

If you don't like
it, to hell with it.

Okay. Deal.

I can bring my rooster?

Yeah. I don't see why not.

Hey, Macho, come.

Where ya going?

I have to get my things.

No, stay here.

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

Shit.

(rain pattering)

(speaking Spanish)

(humming)

(in English) What can I say?

I can't believe it.

Where did you find him?

Right where you said.

At the cock fights.

(scoffs)

And where is he?

He said he was gonna
go out and get his stuff.

(laughs)

You poor fool.

(speaking Spanish)

-(Mike in English) Yeah.
-(laughing)

-Ah. -Mike: Well...

This time...

This time you'll
have a drink with me.

Ah... you really thought
Rafo would go with you, hmm?

Mm, maybe he will.

(snaps fingers)

Here.

Cheers.

Hmm. Come. Let's celebrate.

Mike: Hmm.

Tell me something...

What are we celebrating?

Anything.

(sets glass down)

I'm up for anything.

Corazon.

(Leta chuckles)

(pats bed)

Uh...

I, uh...

-I don't know.
-(sets glass down)

I think I better get
the hell out of here.

Otherwise, this job
ain't gonna be finished.

You dare...

You dare insult me
in my own home?

No, I didn't mean to insult you.

-I just...
-(Leta speaking Spanish)

(in English) Okay.

Hey.

You think I'm a whore?
Is that what you think?

Hey, I'm talking
to you. Don't go!

One more step
and you're finished.

I'll call the
Federales right now.

Give them your name,

and you'll be arrested
for kidnapping.

And spend the rest of
your life in a Mexican prison.

How do you like that?

You don't like that, do you?

Rafo is mine.

He's mine and he stays.

You understand?

He's my property, and
nobody takes my property.

His father ran away from us.

He had his chance,
but he left us here.

He left him with me.

You have exactly five minutes

to get in your vehicle
and leave Mexico City.

Do we understand each other?

Get out.

Get out now.

-Aurelio: Lucas.
-Leta: Take him out.

(Lucas and Aurelio
speak Spanish)

(Aurelio sighs)

(Leta sighs)

(door closes)

(in English) Okay.

(Macho clucks)

(tires squeal)

The hell?

Hello, gringo.

I guess I fell asleep, yes?

Get out.

What?

Get out.

-Get out.
-What?

Get out, I said.

What?

What the...

-I said, out.
-(Rafo grunting)

Get out, you're not going.

-Say who?
-Says me. Says your mother.

-I'm going with you.
-No, you're not going with me.

I said I am going.

You're staying.

If you go without me,
do you know what I'll do?

-What'll you do?
-I'll go to the police.

-Yeah?
-Not here.

In the next town where
they don't know me.

I'll go to the Federales
and I'll tell them

I was raped by a dirty
gringo in a truck from Texas.

You're sick. What
are you gonna do

when they get
you to the hospital

and the doc wants to
shove his hand up your ass

to give you an examination?

Not so good, huh, sonny?

Get your ass out of here.
Jesus! Hit the highway.

Then, I'll walk like
a cripple. Like this...

And I'll say your truck,
you hit me and run away.

Jesus Christ.

I'll tell them that this thing

is not yours.

It's stolen.

Jesus! You're sick as a dog.

Get out of here. You ain't...

Jerk off.

All right, where's the wallet?

Where's what?

My wallet. Give it here.

We go and I tell you, okay?

Look, the only place
you're gonna go

is the hospital.

Now give me the goddamn wallet.

Ah. You get too angry.

It's not good for
you at your age.

Give me the wallet now!

Eat shit.

What are you talking
about, "eat shit"?

(Rafo grunts)

Yeah.

Yeah.

You're pretty quick for old man.

"Eat shit." Yeah.

Okay, I'll make a deal with you.

What deal?

I give your wallet, you
take me to the border.

Only to the border. Then
I get across by myself.

No deal. No dice.

I want to go with my father.

All right. Get in the back.

(Macho clucking)

I want you to take this chicken,

tie his leg back down
there so it doesn't...

I don't want him crapping
on the upholstery here.

No.

What do you mean, "no"?

No, and he's not a
chicken. His name is Macho.

I don't care if his name
is Colonel Sanders.

Just get his ass back there.

He's Macho.

You know what it means, "macho"?

It means "strong."

Come on, Macho.

Yeah.

Shit.

(car engine starts)

It's bad to have a
fighter, a champion,

with his leg tied all day.

Gringo,

you look a smart man to me.

So...

I'll make a deal with you.

Yeah? What kind of a deal?

If Macho sits with us,

when he fights,

I'll give you half of the money.

The day Macho sits up here
is the day I barbecue his ass.

It's not good for his spirit.

Well, I'm really
worried about that.

But he's strong now.

When I first find him,

he'd lose every fight.

He was on the ground.

His leg broke.

So, I took care
of him, and I said,

"Stand up, you bastard. Fight!"

He killed a very big rooster.

From that time,

he's Macho.

A champion.

That's the most exciting thing

I've ever heard.

Why don't we sleep in the truck?

Yeah.

'Cause we can sleep out
here in the wide-open spaces.

The air is nice and clean.

It's not like it
is in the cities.

It's beautiful.

I think something else maybe.

What?

Like

when I fall asleep, you'll
drive away without me.

Yeah.

I'm not gonna run
away without you, kid.

Just go to sleep.

What's the matter with this guy?

He's got something
on his eye here.

Got something in right here.

-(clucking) -Wait,
wait a second.

-Rafo: Oh.
-Yeah. I got it.

Rafo: Very good.

Go ahead.

You're a veterinario?

No. No, veterinario.

I've just loved
animals all my life.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

At rodeo?

Yeah, rodeo.

Working on ranches

and working with horses
and stuff especially.

Well, so I think he'll be fine.

Macho. His name is Macho.

Whatever.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

Guy wants to name
his cock "Macho"...

(chuckles) It's okay by me.

He's macho, like me.

Very strong rooster.

Everyone wants him.

One even stole him from me.

Yeah, your mother says you've
stolen a few things yourself.

Cars and such.

When we get up in the States,
you touch a man's vehicle,

that doesn't go over.

Yeah. I'll remember
when we get to Texas.

Especially in Texas.

And you can watch all that
"macho" crap up there too.

Nobody likes that stuff.

How'd you get the bruises?

Being on the street
cause all that?

Sometimes.

And sometimes when
I go home, it's worse.

That's why I stay
on the streets.

All the bad stuff
happens at home.

My mom hates me.

You want to know why?

Not really.

She bring home a
strange man today,

another strange man tomorrow,

and she said I should
call them "Uncle."

And I say to her,

"How many men
can I call 'Uncle'?"

So, she hates me.

And Aurelio,

he was in prison.

Sometimes he sells drugs
and brings her pills and dope.

One time I spit on him.

He hits me to teach me manners

and I said to him...

(swears in Spanish)

(in English) "Don't
teach me manners

when you're in bed with
my mom, where she sleep."

So, I say, to hell with that.

I make a few pesos
with Macho for myself

and I do what I want.

On the street,

I trust no one.

But it's safer than at home.

You can never trust
no one. (sobbing softly)

(breathes shakily)

(blowing raspberries)

(Mike sighs)

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

Mike: We're gonna take

a little bit of a
different route here.

-Federales are there.
-Oh, shit.

We gotta go down this road.

Rafo: What do they want?

Mike: Well, they
probably wanted you.

We'll stay away from them.

What are we doing?

We go off, take this road here.

All the way around,

and we won't have
to deal with them.

No good. It's bump, bump, bump.

Bit more like jail, jail, jail.

-Hi. -(Macho clucking)

We brought our own
red rooster with us, see?

In your honor.

Gracias.

Uh, I'm gonna have
a cerveza blanca

and he'll have a...

(conversing in Spanish)

(in English) What's Amarillo?

Uh, nothing. Just
something I drink.

Oh, okay.

Rafo: Gracias.

It's tequila.

-Tequila.
-Yeah.

You're not gonna
drink any tequila.

But I want it.

I don't care. You're not
gonna drink it, not with me.

(speaks Spanish)

(in English) I drink tequila
once and I never got sick.

Yeah, well, when you're with
your dad, up above the border,

you can drink battery acid,

but you're not gonna
drink tequila with me.

An Orange Crush, por favor.

Yeah, that's better.

I'll be back.

Where are you going?

Mike: Make a little call.

(Macho clucking softly)

(phone ringing)

Yeah, hello.

I found the boy.

Yes!

Shit, that's great!
That's great!

It wasn't easy,

but I found him and
we're on our way.

Not without bumps,
but we're on our way.

It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

I knew you'd find him.

I knew I did the right
thing sending you.

Not like those other two
guys you sent down here.

Thanks a lot for that.

I'm gonna be calling
you along the way

and you'll be playing it
straight with me, understand?

Okay. All right.

Just get him back up here, okay?

-You've got it.
-All right.

Kinda glowing there, kid.

-Ah. Fine Mexican beer.
-(chuckles)

Can I wear your hat?

No.

Why not?

Because it's a cowboy hat.

And you're not a cowboy.

Anything a gringo
cowboy can do with horses,

a Mexicano can do better.

(speaks Spanish)

Well, you're in bad shape, then,

because you're half gringo.

-(breathes heavily)
-What do you think, kid?

You think I'm a gringo?

Yeah.

Do you think I'm like my father?

A coward?

Who run away?

-Well...
-You think

I'm like my mom?

Weak?

I don't know. I don't
know your mom.

-But your father--
-Then...

who am I, Mike?

Here, kid. Try the hat--

I don't want to wear
your dumb, stupid hat.

(Macho clucking)

-Rafo: Mike!
-(Macho squawking)

(indistinct shouting)

(Macho continues squawking)

Help me, Mike! Get off!

Mike: What the
hell are you doing?

-Aurelio: You leave him alone.
-Get away.

He's not your son.
He's not yours to take.

His mother warned you,
gringo. Don't be stubborn!

-No. -This is your last chance.

-Rafo: Mike!
-The kid is not your concern.

-Rafo: Good job, Macho.
-Aurelio: Hey, stupid bird!

-Rafo: Good job, Macho.
-(groans)

(men inquiring in Spanish)

Okay.

Hey! (speaking Spanish)

(in English) What's he saying?

It's not good.

(men exclaiming)

Rafael. Rafael.

(Aurelio protesting)

(in English) Time for us to go.

-(squawking)
-(speaks Spanish)

(indistinct shouting)

(engine starts)

You did all right,
kid. You did all right.

Rafo: You want another tortilla?

Mike: No, I don't. I
don't think so. No.

-(Mike winces)
-What's the matter?

(grunts) Yeah, no, I
don't feel too good.

(Rafo laughs)

I don't know why
you're laughing.

You Mexicans always
laugh at us gringos

because we get sick
on your dirty water.

It's not the water
that's dirty. It's you.

We drink and we're healthy.

You drink it and
die in the toilet.

-Ah, don't mention that.
-(chuckles)

Speaking...

Run! It's gonna
come out. (laughs)

(Mike grunts)

Wait. I'll give you something
to make you feel better.

What?

Here, try it.

Cactus?

Yeah, it's good. Try it.

You try it.

(sighs)

Okay. Watch.

-See? I did not die.
-Okay.

-(spits)
-(laughs)

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

Rafo: Hey!

-Go! Go, go, go!
-Rafo: No!

-(tires screeching)
-The car!

No!

No!

Stop! (shouts in Spanish)

(panting)

Mike: Shit!

(speaks Spanish)

(in English) I can't
even call the cops.

So, what now?

We gotta get ourselves
some transportation.

And clothes.

And you should dress
not like an American.

So everybody doesn't
see gringo, gringo, gringo.

(Mike grunts)

I want some water.

There's a store right here.
I think I'll go check it out.

Yeah.

Look, Macho.

A gringo goes in, and
a Mexicano comes out.

Yeah, I bought you some clothes.

Thank you.

Well,

I guess we should be going.

What's this?

Transportation.

Transportation?
Where'd you get it?

I find it.

Mike: Bullshit.

It was sitting right here.
So nobody want it, I guess.

Yeah? Nobody was
sitting in it then, huh?

We'll leave it in the next town.

-Yeah.
-I only lend it from somebody.

In Mexico, we're
friendly people.

You lend, I lend.

-We lend, everybody lends.
-Yeah, yeah.

What?

Just, uh...

It's not your car

and I'll be driving it.

(engine starts)

Rafo: Macho.

You're kind of
growing on me, kid.

This looks like an
interesting town.

Maybe we should check it out.

(girl) Hola, Mama.

(engine stops)

What do you say
we look around, huh?

Bring in the rooster.

Federales.

(goat bleats)

(car doors closing)

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) I'll
have coffee for me,

and anything in
the house for him.

(Rafo speaking Spanish)

(chuckles softly)

(indistinct conversation)

Aqui.

(in English) Thank you.

(speaking Spanish)

Rafo: Uh...

(in English) She
says that's strange.

The Federales
never come over here.

Gracias.

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) Thank
you very much. Yeah.

Si. Uh...

(chuckles)

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) I'm gonna
take a little siesta here.

Tired, eh? Old man needs a nap?

-You bet.
-(chuckles)

(crowing)

(sighs)

(clucks)

Macho.

The hell you doing here?

Don't drink out of my
cup either, will you, pal?

Dreamt I was in a desert
bar, but now I'm in one.

Jerk.

(speaking Spanish)

She says you don't
snore. She likes that.

Oh. Well... (clears throat)

did I miss anything here?

Yeah. She asked why the
Federales were looking for us.

I tell her you're my father,
and you broke out of the loco,

the crazy hospital.

And they're looking for you.

And she bought into all that?

Rafo: She didn't believe me.

So, then I told her

you're here to bring me
to Texas with my father

and my mother says no.

So, you told her the truth.

I thought you
didn't trust anyone.

No.

But you trust her?

Yeah. Yeah, for some
reason, I guess, yes.

Oh, well,

on that, I think we oughta...

We oughta go.

Will you, uh, thank
the senora for me?

Senorita.

She's not married.
She's a widow.

Marta.

Mi nombre, name,

Marta.

I'm Mike.

Si. He say.

Yeah.

Okay.

(speaks Spanish)

(door closes)

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

(Mike sighs) Not
another roadblock.

(police radio chatter continues)

(indistinct conversations)

What's the Spanish
word for "irony"?

Well, we'll have to go
back to that town we were in.

Just wait till this
shitstorm's over with.

(thunder rumbles)

Perfect place to
get out of the rain.

Huh.

It's a shrine, Mike.

Of the Virgen Maria.

Okay.

What are you doing?

-Hmm?
-What are you doing?

Oh, I'm, uh...

I'm gonna go to sleep.

What the hell do
you think this is?

We cannot sleep in the
shrine of the Virgen Maria.

Maria's not gonna
worry about it. She's fine.

She won't care.

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) Night, kid.

Mike?

Yeah?

Mike, do you believe in God?

I don't know, kid.

I guess so, yeah.

You Catholic?

No.

I'm not Catholic, kid.

That's too bad for you, Mike.

Even if you believe in
God and you're not Catholic,

they don't believe in you.

What, is he playing favorites,
maybe, or something?

Yeah.

I don't believe this shit.

"We're all God's children."

Do you?

Well, we're all
somebody's children, kid.

Do you have any children?

No.

Oh, I did.

Did?

Yeah.

Matthew, boy.

My boy...

and my wife were
killed in an auto accident

some years back.

Sorry.

Anyway...

I wasn't much good after that.

I kind of went on a rampage.

Too much drinking.

Being crazy.

But your dad,

he saved my ass.

He gave me work.

He...

gave me my life back.

I owe him a lot.

And you're the
payback, kid. (chuckles)

You're the payback.

I'm paying him back.

Hey!

(whistles)

Look at this. Fantastic, huh?

How'd you know we were here?

(speaking Spanish)

She came to light a
candle, and she saw our car.

Yeah.

Well, thanks.

Gracias.

Muy bien.

(chuckles)

(Macho clucking)

Oh, damn!

(Macho crowing)

What's the matter?

Look, the car.

(huffs)

Whoa, Jesus.

Well,

we better get used
to this town, kid.

We're gonna be here a while.

It's a piece of shit.

(horse squealing)

(continues squealing)

(man speaking Spanish)

(Mike in English)
Everything all right?

Hey.

You speak English, amigo?

Yeah.

These horse are for
sale. You want to buy?

I noticed one of those
guys has got an injury

on the left haunch there.

He's a little rough to me.

Yeah, in fact, all your horses

are a little on the rough side.

They get hurt being rounded up.

Wild horses, huh?

Si, we catch, but
not break them.

They are very wild.

Not many can ride.

Yeah.

Pretty hard to sell a
horse that you can't ride.

(agrees in Spanish)

(in English) Maybe we can
do something about that.

-We? Who's we?
-Yeah.

You and me.

I don't even know how to ride.

But I can do anything.

Of course you can.

Wouldn't want to
get up there in Texas

and have people find out
you don't know how to ride.

(horse grunting)

(neighing)

Whoa.

Macho.

Mike: Okay.

Pick up the flow, will ya?

Keep your weight on
the balls of your feet.

More like it. Do
less with your hands.

Pick it up more.

Attaboy.

Not bad at all.

Pick it up. Pick it up. More.

There you go.

Don't lay back. Stay upright.

There, that's good. That's good.

Heels down. That's good.

That's a good
little figure eight.

Come back this way.

All right, son.
You're doing good.

You're doing great.

May not be a disgrace
in Texas after all.

(man chuckles)

Here's a gift, ladies.

Cafe?

Sure. All right.

-(door closes)
-(girl mouthing)

Mike: Okay.

(Macho clucking)

Thank you.

You know, we just brought
you that meat as a gift.

Yeah, I just came
here to bring stuff.

I didn't come here
to freeload a meal.

Rafo: Uh...

(speaking Spanish)

(Marta scoffs)

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) Um, she says
she'll do as she pleases.

Oh, all right.

Okay.

(whispering indistinctly)

These your girls?

(both speaking Spanish)

Mm-mm.

(in English) Granddaughters.

Her daughter got sick and died.

Also her son-in-law.

Her husband died too.

Same illness. Two years ago.

Now widow, like you.

Sorry.

No. (chuckles)

(whispering indistinctly)

She's deaf?

Seems so.

How do you know sign language?

Just something you
pick up along the way.

(in sign language)

(girls giggling)

What did you say?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Gracias. (chuckles)

(chuckles)

(speaking Spanish)

(continues speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

(scoffs)

(door shuts)

(Marta sighs)

(in English) So,
what's that all about?

The deputy.

What about the deputy?

Uh, first, he
said he's a sheriff

and it's his job to
know what's going on.

But she said he's not
the sheriff. He's a deputy.

And that's only because
his uncle made him deputy.

And they don't even
have a police station.

And if he didn't
mind his business,

she said he never eat
at the cantina again.

Um, he said... (grunts)

Uh, what's next?

(horse nickering)

Looking good, kid.

Look where you're going,
and go where you're looking.

Good.

Put your heels down.

Rafo: Okay.

Mike: Heels down.

Yeah, don't look like a
sack of potatoes there.

(Rafo chuckles)

(Rafo pats horse)

Your dad's gonna be a happy
man seeing you that way.

-We'll see you in a bit.
-Rafo: Yeah.

Mike: Come on. Come on. Come on.

(goat bleating)

(Rafo and woman
speaking Spanish)

(in English) Uh,
this is Senora Reyes.

Her goat was attacked by dogs,

so I tell her you're
good with animals.

Well, why don't you
put him over here.

Put him on this
table, we'll take a look.

Put him right up there.

Let me see.

Let's see. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, somebody chewed
on him pretty good.

Not so good. Yeah.

(translates to Spanish)

Mike: Yeah.

Okay, I think we
can fix her up in a bit.

And it's gonna be okay.

(translates to Spanish)

All righty.

Howard: Mike, it
should've taken three,

maybe four days tops.

But two goddamn weeks?
What are you doing?

Mike: I told you it was
gonna take a little while.

I heard that already.

Just keep telling him
what he wants to hear.

-Who?
-Howard: "Who?"

The kid. Rafael.

Just keep him happy,

and whatever you do,

do not let his mother
get a hold of him.

Or her lawyers
will never respond.

Respond to what?

Howard: It's a business thing.

A few years ago,
down there in Mexico,

I invested in some
property in her name

to avoid their goddamn taxes,

and now those
investments have matured.

So I want the return
on my investment.

Mike: Just like the kid.

Howard: Well, yeah,
okay. So, you get it.

Mike: Mm-hmm.

I get it. You played
me, you bastard.

I didn't play you.

What are you, eight
years old, Mike?

Jesus!

If I have something she wants,

maybe she'll negotiate.

Christ, I'm a reasonable man.

I'm just asking for my half.

This kid would be better
off without either one of you.

Well, you know what?

It doesn't make a shit
what you think, Mike.

I'm his father

and I actually want him back.

This isn't all about
the money, okay?

The kid's my son.

So, please...

Please, can you
stick to the plan?

Just meet me at
the border with him.

Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

Was that my father?

Yeah, it was, kid.

Rafo: Did he say
anything about me?

Ask how I am?

Well, he did, yeah. He...
He wants the best for ya.

-He does?
-Mike: Yeah.

He still wants me? He
still wants me to come?

'Course he does,
kid. Why wouldn't he?

(horse snorting)

Hold it, hold it,
hold it. Give me that.

Okay, come on, there.

Right through there.

Stick your head in there,
and put it on up here.

Put this here. Okay.

We got him.

Now, that was the easy part.

-That was the easy part?
-Mike: Yeah.

Next, they don't like it
when you cinch the girth.

It's just like this.

You just have to
pull, cinch it up.

You can do it.

-You wanna try it?
-Rafo: Okay.

Just cinch it up, and put
up half of... An eighth of it.

-(horse whinnies)
-Rafo: Whoa! Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa! He's so wild.

Mike: Okay, yeah. Take it easy.

(soothingly) Hey, hey. Hey.

How did you do that?

We did it, partner.

We did it.

(birds chirping)

(Marta speaking Spanish)

Rafo: Buenos dias.

Buenos dias.

(Rafo in English) Sleep well?

I did, yeah. I did.

Thank you.

Uh, Marta says we can stay
in the casita behind her house

while we are here.

No.

We can't do that. Can't do that.

We've already
imposed on her enough.

Well...

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

Uh...

(in English) She
said it's her choice.

-And she already...
-Right.

...cleaned it out for us.

Plus, she says we
can't keep sleeping

in the shrine of
the Virgen Maria.

It's not a hotel.

I know. I'm fighting
a losing battle.

Mike: Okay.

Rafo: It's good or it's no?

Mike: It's no.

But what do we do when we leave?

We get ourselves another
car, that's what we do.

(horse snorts)

(sizzling)

(Marta speaking Spanish)

(in English) Cook?

Yeah. Well, you're
always cooking all the time.

I thought I would do it for you.

-(Marta chuckles) -And
cowboys always cook.

It's kind of our deal.

Okay.

You want?

-(Marta speaks Spanish)
-Um...

Yeah.

(speaking Spanish)

(continues speaking Spanish)

Amen.

(whispers approvingly)

(Mike in English) Okay.

Um...

I think she likes you.

Just keep your big mouth shut.

-(Marta speaking Spanish)
-And I think you like her.

(Rafo laughs)

(Mike sighs)

(speaks Spanish)

-Gracias.
-Gracias.

(in English) More money to come.

More mustangs to break.

Yeah, you bet.

(animals crying)

The whole neighborhood's
coming down here.

They must think I'm
Dr. Dolittle or something.

-Rafo: Uh...
-Mike: The hell is this?

Rafo: These girls need
some help with the animals.

(pig snorting)

Yeah, I don't know
what to tell you.

I don't know what to
tell you about this gal.

Yeah, what do you say?

You just need to lose
a little weight, that's all.

You take it easy,
just a little more water.

Little more water and less food.

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) He wants
to know who are you,

what's your business?

Do you have a, uh, licencia?

Well, these people want me

to take care of
some of their animals.

People seem to think I
have a knack with that.

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) He
said, help the dog,

or his wife will be very angry.

Yeah?

He said it's not good
when she's angry.

She'll be angry?

-Not for you either.
-Mike: Hmm.

(chuckling) Okay. All right.

Yeah.

(dog panting)

Looks pretty good.

I don't know how to cure "old."

I don't know. But no
way am I telling her that.

Hmm. Well...

I think the dog just
needs a lot of rest.

Maybe he should
sleep with you tonight.

-On the end of the bed.
-(speaking Spanish)

(in English) How's that?

Gracias. (continues in Spanish)

(in English) Yeah.

We'll do the best we can.

Gracias.

(conversing in Spanish)

(chuckles)

(clucking)

(girls giggling)

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) I got you.

Okay.

(resumes speaking Spanish)

(in English) Just
give it a smash.

(continues speaking Spanish)

Okay.

I'm catching on to this stuff.

Si. (laughs)

(kids chuckling)

(chuckles awkwardly, sighs)

This right here. Thanks.

Yep.

-(music plays on jukebox)
-Oh.

There, I think we got it.

Think we got it.

(chattering indistinctly)

(romantic Spanish song playing)

Mike: Italian lager.

(romantic Spanish
song continues playing)

(Mike reading bedtime
story in Spanish)

(Mike continues
reading in Spanish)

(Mike continues
reading in Spanish)

(romantic Spanish
song continues playing)

(in English) If my father didn't
want me to come to Texas,

I would stay here.

Yeah.

You could've
stayed too. It's good.

Mike: Mm-hmm.

The best place I've
stayed in my life.

Maybe even better than Texas.

Mike: Hmm.

Could be, kid.

But I want to be with my father.

Have a new life in America.

But what if it's no good?

What if my father change
his mind when he meets me?

Doesn't want me?

He wants you, kid.

He wants you.

(man speaking Spanish)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(in English) Rafo!
The hell you doing?

Nothing.

We gotta get out
of here. Come on.

What?

Aurelio. I saw him in town,
he's talking to the cops.

We gotta get on the road.

Uh...

But what about the
girls? What about Marta?

Us being around
here is the worst thing

that could happen to the girls.

We gotta get moving. Come on.

Get your ass in gear.

(singing in Spanish)

(Marta speaks in Spanish)

Hola, Mike.

(in English) Marta,
we... We have to go.

We've got a job
we've gotta finish,

-and just...
-(speaking Spanish)

(in English) Well, you've
been so great to us, you know,

-it's just tough to leave.
-(speaking Spanish)

(in English) That, and
the kids and everything,

it's just...

Anyway...

we've gotta go.

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) Thanks
for everything.

(speaking Spanish)

(Mike sighs heavily)

(speaking Spanish)

(Rafo sighs)

(Mike in English)
Let's try this thing.

Okay. You go here.

Mike: Okay, go ahead.

What do I say when they ask
for my papers at the border?

What do I tell them?

You don't have to
tell 'em anything.

-Your dad will be there.
-(Macho clucking)

He'll take care of it all.

Okay.

Yeah. We gotta lose these guys.

When I get to the
next set of curves,

just hang on,
we'll get rid of 'em.

(tires squealing)

(engine shuts off)

We lost them.

Yeah, for the time
being, anyway.

Look, kid,

there's something I
didn't tell you the other day

when we talked.

It's about your dad.

Yeah, I mean,

he wants you to come
be with him and everything,

but there's another reason.

And that's 'cause
your mother and he

have some investments together.

And he thinks if you're
with him up in Texas,

that she'll give him half
of all the investments.

So, you lied?

No, I didn't lie.

I just didn't know
at the time, that's all.

Bullshit.

Hundreds of horses,
cattle, a ranch...

It's a rodeo.

Yeah, that's all true, kid.

That's all true.
He has all that.

You're gonna love it there.

How could he...

How could you?

No...

I should have never trust you.

Never trust anyone.

I didn't know at
the time, that's all.

You're a liar.

And I hate you. I hate you.

And I hope you die in jail.

Jesus Christ, kid.

(car approaching)

(shouting in Spanish)

(Macho clucking)

(in English) Bunch of rubes.

What the hell is he
looking for, anyway?

Drugs.

Drugs?

You gotta be out of your minds.

Jerk offs. Asshole.

We don't have any drugs.

Jesus Christ.

Mickey Mouse prick.

(speaks Spanish)

(in English) Yeah.
(chuckles) Nothing.

-Yeah.
-When did you leave Veracruz?

I've never been
to Veracruz ever.

(speaking Spanish)

(Mike questions in Spanish)

(in English) He said,
"Where are the drugs?"

But no, we don't have drugs.

We don't have any drugs.

You guys are wasting your time.

You got nothing else to do.

Loser cops.

You wanna help us put
this stuff back in the car?

Caballeros, I guess
we make a mistake.

Yeah.

Good.

Vamonos. You're free to go.

Mike: Couldn't be sooner.

Jesus Christ.

(speaks Spanish)

(in English) One thing
I don't understand.

Mike: Those bastards.

If you have no
drugs, why you run?

-We're not running, asshole.
-(speaking Spanish)

Uh...

(in English) Yeah, his
dad's enfermo in Texas,

and we gotta get
up there right away.

(speaking Spanish)

Rafo: Gracias.

(officer in English) Gentlemen.

Mike: Jesus Christ. Asshole.

Losers.

Stupid bastards.

If they had a brain,
they'd be dangerous.

Thanks a lot, you pricks.

Okay, let's get
this stuff in the car.

You and I, we gotta talk.

I don't want to talk to you.

Yeah, well, you're gonna talk
to me whether you like it or not.

Rafo: I thought
you were my friend.

For the first time, I
thought I had a friend.

You're nothing to me.

Mike: You just
get shit in the car,

and shut up.

I'm gonna get the seat

if you can help
me with it a little bit.

Hey, quick. Pull this.

Your father lied to both of us.

And... So, quit bitching, huh?

You're both goddamn liars.

Mike: Okay.

(Mike grunts)

Okay.

Freedom's just on the
other side of this hill, kid.

Let's go.

Let's go.

(car engine starts)

You used to be tough.

Now you're weak.

You used to ride
bulls, ride horses.

You were something.

I was something.

You used to be strong.

Macho.

Now you're nothing.

Yeah.

Well, I used to
be a lot of things,

but I'm not now.

And I'll tell you something.

This macho thing is overrated.

Works perfect for him,

but it's overrated.

Just people trying to be macho

to show that they've got grit.

That's about all
they end up with.

And you sit there and
let a bull step all over you,

and you let a horse
throw you 50 feet in the air.

What an idiot.

Only an idiot would be
in a profession like that.

It's just...

It's like anything else in life.

You think you got
all the answers,

then you realize as you get old,

that you don't have any of 'em.

By the time you
figure it out, it's too late.

Your dad's a good man.

We all have to make
choices in life, kid.

You have to make yours.

Where do you want to go?

I made my choice, Mike.

-I wanna go.
-(tires screech)

(Mike grunts)

Mike: Oh, shit.

Let's get you out of here.

Aurelio: Hey, Mike.

Remember me?

Rafo,

I don't want to
hurt your grandpa,

so come with me, okay?

Mike.

(speaking Spanish)

-(Macho squawks)
-(Aurelio yelps)

Aurelio: Mike.

Stay there, asshole.

Okay.

(grunts in frustration)

(pants)

So, what do you think
about Macho now?

I think a lot about him.

I think he handled everything
just beautifully back there.

Yeah, he's amazing.

The real deal.

Yeah.

Mike: Huh.

Thank you, Mike.

You're welcome, kid.

You take care of
that chicken, huh?

He's not a chicken.

He's Macho.

He's yours now.

You're sure?

It could be...

Saturday night
barbecue, you never know.

(chuckles)

I'll take care of him.

And you take care, kid.

You take care. You
know where we are.

If you need us.

Thank you.

All right, boy.

(Rafo sighs)

(Macho clucks)

Yeah.

I hear you, loud and clear.

Huh.

All right, kid.

(romantic Spanish song playing)

(romantic Spanish
song continues playing)

(rooster crows)

(romantic Spanish song playing)

♫ "Find a New Home" playing ♫

♫ Lord, I've made My
share of mistakes ♫

♫ But I meant no wrong ♫

♫ And when the sun sets ♫

♫ On the hillside ♫

♫ The nights can be so long ♫

♫ Now the rooms
are all empty ♫

♫ And my pillow's
gone cold To the bone ♫

♫ Guess it's really
Never too late ♫

♫ To find a new home ♫

♫ Took a long time To find her ♫

♫ And even longer ♫

♫ To let her go ♫

♫ And the good days ♫

♫ Were the best days ♫

♫ I've ever known ♫

♫ And the hard times
Could be rocky ♫

♫ But they were better
Than being alone ♫

♫ Guess it's never
Never too late ♫

♫ To find a new home ♫

♫ I look back ♫

♫ To the days ♫

♫ We were young And strong ♫

♫ We fought for our freedom ♫

♫ But we knew the line
Between right and wrong ♫

♫ And we all stood together ♫

♫ Now it feels like
I'm standing alone ♫

♫ Guess it's never
Never too late ♫

♫ To find a new home ♫

♫ It took a long
time To find her ♫

♫ And even longer ♫

♫ To let her go ♫

♫ And the good days ♫

♫ Were the best days ♫

♫ I've ever known ♫

♫ And the hard times
Could be rocky ♫

♫ But it was better
Than being alone ♫

♫ I guess it's never
Never too late ♫

♫ To find a new home ♫

♫ Find a new home ♫