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(fire whooshing) (dramatic orchestral music)

(mellow instrumental music)

(sirens blaring) (horns honking)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(sirens continue blaring)

- (groans) You're gonna miss this, Juanito.

- I know.

- I am having lots of second thoughts.

- Nah, you're doing the right thing, though.

- I hope so.

- Of course you are, man.

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

I mean...

- So you guys pick out

a name yet, or- - You're wasting your time.

It's not gonna be Tony.

- Come on, man!

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

(sirens blaring) I mean, not only you got,

you got Uncle Tony here,

you also got Sir Anthony Hopkins.

- Hannibal Lecter?

- [Anthony] Shit, yeah!

- Yeah, I don't think so.

- Well, I mean, you know he's not

actually Hannibal, though, right?

- I mean, ask anyone.

Say, "Hey, y'all know Anthony Hopkins?",

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

(siren blaring) Shit!

- All right, well, what about Marc Anthony?

- Idiot.

Divorced J-Lo, bad move.

- I meant the other, the other Marc Antony.

- [Juan] He killed himself, didn't he?

- Oh, fuck it!

What's it gonna be?

- Juan Jose Ortado Moreno III.

- Fuckin' hell, man! (Juan laughing)

- No, it's Juan Junior.

- Jeez, that's such a lack of imagination!

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

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

- Just Juan.

Like Juan Two and Juan Three? (laughs)

(siren blaring)

Man, I can't believe we have this calvary behind

for such a small-time bust.

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

These guys are small-timers.

- Gotta take out the small-timers

before they become big-timers, right?

- [Juan] Right.

(horns honking) (siren blaring)

(car engines roaring)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish on radio)

(truck engine rumbling)

(truck engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(indistinct yelling) (car doors clattering open)

(officer yells commands indistinctly)

(truck engine rumbling)

- Now, you sit and stay here, all right?

- Fuck you!

(truck door clatters open)

(suspenseful dramatic music) (truck door slams shut)

- Be right back.

- Hey, don't say that.

It's bad luck.

I still need you to pay for the baptism.

- Yeah, are we done here?

People got responsibilities, important jobs to do.

Just leave it to the pros.

- [Juan] Yeah, get the fuck outta here.

(Anthony chuckles)

(indistinct chattering) (siren chirping)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

(officers chattering in Spanish)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(male speaks in Spanish) (footsteps approaching)

- Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Ándele! (officers clamoring)

Rápido, rápido!

(officers continue clamoring)

- Atención!

Esta es la DEA!

- Ándele! Andele! (officers all clamoring)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

(officers yelling commands in Spanish)

(Anthony continues speaking in Spanish)

(officer yells in Spanish)

(Anthony continues speaking Spanish on bullhorn)

(officer yelling indistinctly)

(assailant speaks in Spanish)

(officers yelling commands in Spanish)

(canine officer speaks in Spanish)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(officers yelling commands in Spanish)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(paper crinkling) (yelling in the distance)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(Turco speaks in Spanish)

(paper shredder whirring)

(Turco speaks in Spanish)

(assistant speaks in Spanish)

- No, Fernando's not here yet.

(Turco speaks in Spanish)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

(Turco yells excitedly) (object clatters)

(assistant speaks in Spanish) No!

(Turco and assistant speak in Spanish)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

- No, no, no, (speaks in Spanish).

(door thuds open)

(toilet flushing)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(Zico speaks in Spanish)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(interposing voices) - Get up.

Let's go.

(officer speaks in Spanish) (Zico speaks in Spanish)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(truck engine rumbling) (door clatters open)

(truck door slams shut)

(phone ringing)

(cellphone beeping on)

- Is everything okay?

Your mom's gonna say no either way.

(footsteps pattering)

(suspenseful dramatic music) (gun clanks)

(Zico groans) (blow thuds)

(assistant screams)

(rapid gunshots firing)

(assistant continues screaming)

(gunshots firing)

- [Anthony] Cover me!

(Zico pants heavily)

(door creaks) (Zico grunts)

(door thuds)

Fucker!

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(door clatters)

Heads up in the alley! (footsteps clomping)

- Well, I like the two bedroom.

Why don't we get that one?

Okay. (Zico grunts)

(feet clomping) Freeze!

Drop your weapon!

(gunshots firing)

(rapid gunshots blasting) (Zico yelling)

- [Zico] Shit!

(officers yelling commands in Spanish)

(rapid gunshots firing)

(officers continue yelling commands in Spanish)

- [Carlita Voice On Phone] Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Juan!

- No, no, no, no, no, no! - Oh, my god!

- No, no, no, no, Juan! - Oh, my god!

- Fuckin' A.

I need some help!

(officer speaks in Spanish)

- Oh, my god! - Come on, man!

(Carlita screaming) Just don't!

Don't you fuckin' do this to me!

Come on, man!

I know! (police radio beeping)

Fuck!

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(officer yells commands in Spanish)

Fuck, man!

I need some help!

(Anthony yells in Spanish)

(groans) Come on, man!

Fuck, man!

Jesus Christ!

(sobbing) I'm so sorry, man!

(siren blaring)

(intense dramatic music) (siren continues blaring)

(ethereal orchestral song sung in Italian)

(boat motor rumbling) (seagulls squawking)

(flag clanking)

(Italian orchestral song continues playing)

(Nick groans)

(waves lapping) (footsteps approaching)

- Oh, my god!

I don't believe it!

- [Larusso] Hi, Nick! (laughs)

- How the hell did you find me?

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

Permission to come aboard, sir?

- Permission granted. - Yeah, thank you.

- Care for a libation? - Always!

(Larusso grunts)

Whoo!

So this is what retirement in Mexico looks like?

- Yeah, it's my house, I guess.

(ice clattering)

I'm trying to remember,

was that with water, or...

- [Larusso] (groans) Just a little

ice in there, that's fine. - All right.

(liquid sloshing) - (grunts) Yeah!

(Nick laughs)

I could get used to this very easily.

- Yo! (groans) (glasses thudding)

Oh, salut then. - Salut.

(Nick chuckles)

It's good to see you, Nick.

Yeah.

This isn't a social visit, Nick.

I have three black warrants I need you to execute.

- Maybe you didn't get the hints

because of my formal attire,

but I am retired.

- Your country needs you.

- Oh, Francis!

You don't get it, do you?

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

And I'd say, pretty much every day.

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

then I eat breakfast, take a shit,

possibly go into town.

The afternoon, I like to grab a little siesta.

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

just like the one I'm enjoying right now.

- And that's the way you'd like to

spend the rest of your days?

- Well, I wouldn't mind getting laid

a little bit more often,

but yeah, that's pretty much it.

- We have a mole in the agency.

- Oh. - By the time we

clear everybody it'll be too late.

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

I got $600,000 in this bag.

That's $200,000 a warrant.

Imminent danger.

We've got three, four days tops.

(folder thuds)

(Nick softly sighs) (folder thuds)

- Let me get my readers.

(Nick groans) (Larusso laughs)

- You must really be retired?

- Yes, I am.

(footsteps departing) (seagulls squawking)

(bag clatters)

(footsteps clomping)

You folks must really be up against the wall.

- [Larusso] We are.

Yeah, it's nice!

(fingers tapping)

- Bin Farri?

My god, that was 25 years ago!

What is this?

- Well, you know,

after everything went down in Miami the way it did,

he was untouchable.

Too high profile.

We couldn't go after him again.

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

(Nick grunts)

Nick, before you say anything,

I gotta let you know, if you say no,

well, there's a good chance

that you might be exposed about Miami.

- You son of a bitch! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's not me.

You know I wouldn't do something like that.

It's those guys.

They can't take a chance on you saying no.

That's why they sent me.

They know we're friends.

- Oh, some friend you are!

- You've got a lot of balls sayin' that.

- Huh?

- After everything I did for your son?

The son you abandoned?

If that doesn't prove our friendship,

I don't know what does.

What the hell kinda thing is that to say to me?

- That's not what I'm saying! - Look-

Okay, yeah.

Well, don't think I'm enjoying bein' here

layin' all this shit on ya!

Nick, I wouldn't be here

if this wasn't a situation of national security.

(paper crinkling)

- [Nick] And who's the other guy?

- Oh, that's Polat, the Turk.

You take him out,

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

goes to hell.

And this guy's some character.

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

12-year-old girls turned prostitutes

by Bin Farri and his people.

- Jesus!

(Nick exhales loudly)

This one? - That's Mustafar.

He introduced Bin Farri

to a number of terrorist organizations.

We have confirmation that they have a cargo shipment

comin' in to Mexico.

We believe it's biological weapons.

Yeah.

This is serious.

- Well...

- Come on, buddy.

You can do this.

(folder thuds shut) (Nick exhales)

It'll be like old times.

And I'll tell you what,

if they ask you to do anything after this,

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

- Oh! - I will!

And I'll quit.

- Ho-ho! - I will!

I'll quit, and I'll come,

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

I'll be your first mate.

What do you say?

- Frankie, if you do that, remember this.

Out at sea, I am in command.

- Aye aye, Captain. (chuckles)

(phone ringing) (indistinct chattering)

(footsteps clomping) (suspenseful dramatic music)

(phone continues ringing) (indistinct chattering)

- Hey, man.

I would encourage you to ask for a permanent transfer

to another field office.

- I'm good.

- [Captain] You sure?

Okay. - What do you got for me?

- So San Mar was bought five months ago.

They import chandeliers from China and all their parts.

They assemble them,

then wholesale them to distributors all around the country.

Papers are straight.

They're clean as a whistle.

- The shooter?

- Confirmed to be Zacarias Zapata, a.k.a. Zico.

He was locked up in El Hongo, last I heard,

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

- (mumbles) You're telling me

there are no bad apples in that entire barrel?

Come on!

- No one seems to know who Zico is.

They're probably lying,

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

(suspenseful dramatic music) (footsteps approaching)

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- What is it?

- Polat.

- Polat?

- Yeah.

- [Captain] Who the hell's Polat?

- (groans) The manager.

He's the only non-Mexican there.

I don't know, somethin' just rubbed me

the wrong way about him, so I ran his prints.

(keyboard clacks) (indistinct chattering)

(phone rings in the distance) (footsteps pattering)

(indistinct chattering continues)

(footsteps pattering) (somber instrumental music)

I was about to come find you.

Come here.

- I know.

I heard it.

- What do you mean?

- I was on the phone with him.

- [Anthony] Jesus!

- [Carlita] I heard everything.

(Carlita sobbing) - I'm so sorry.

(Carlita continues sobbing) (somber instrumental music)

(footsteps approaching)

(lock rattling)

(door creaks open) - Two fucking hours!

(Turco speaks in Spanish)

- What? (door creaks)

- I've been waiting for two hours

to take a piss. (door thuds shut)

(lock clanks)

- Sorry, it's been busy here.

- I didn't shoot anyone.

I don't know who that guy was.

I never saw that person in my entire life.

- Just shut the fuck up.

Yeah? - Jesus!

- So what do you do for San Mar?

- I manage the shipping and receiving.

- You wanna try that again?

Polat?

- Polat.

Who is that?

- FBI, Interpol, Europol, Turkish Intelligence.

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

How long you been on the run, hmm?

- It's been a while.

- Money laundering, though, that's...

It's good business.

- Until someone gets pissed off,

or you get caught, like this.

I get it!

I'm in shit!

Okay!

Listen. (phone ringing in distance)

This is going to be like Christmas for you.

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

- Oh, yeah?

And who do we really want?

- You make me a deal, (chuckles softly)

and I will give you Hussein Bin Farri.

- Now who the fuck is that?

- You don't know Hussein Bin Farri?

- No. - No, we don't know.

- Are you fucking with me?

Do you live in a cave?

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

Nice woman.

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

She is...

Nevermind!

This guy, he's a terrorist, okay?

- Okay, what the fuck is this guy talking about?

- Hey, gringo!

You've heard of Bin Laden, yeah?

- Yeah.

- You think Bin Laden was a terrorist?

- [Anthony] Yeah.

- This guy says to Bin Laden,

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

- [Anthony] Okay.

- So señor, if I was you,

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

But first, we talk deal.

Then I give you everything about the operation.

- What operation?

- You fucking people!

I will give you a very small hint, okay?

Unless you do something to stop him,

Bin Farri is going to level the United States economy.

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

- Are you talking about a bomb?

- Better.

They have some fancy-schmancy machine.

It was unloading when you guys made your freaky scene.

- You talkin' about that van outside?

I don't know.

Those guys, they were just unloadin' somethin'.

They were all clean.

They were unloading a chandelier or some shit.

- A chandelier, huh? - Yeah.

- Can a chandelier turn off a whole country?

Because this one does!

- What are you talking about?

Turn off a country?

- No more until you make me a deal.

As example of good faith negotiation,

I will give you all the goods

on Bin Farri's shell companies

where he launders his money.

I just need access to my laptop.

- This guy sounds like a snake,

just willing to give up his boss.

- Yeah, well, under these circumstances,

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

(hand thuds desk)

- I need some water.

You want some water? - Yeah.

- I still need to piss.

(chair clattering)

But sure, okay, (chair legs screeching)

I'll take some water,

but it has to be sparkling water.

Perrier, Pellegrino, something like that.

- I'll send someone to take you to piss.

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

(lock rattling)

(camera whirring) (indistinct chattering)

- So Agent Vanowen...

- [Turco's Voice On Surveillance] Fuck, I gotta take a piss!

Come on!

- What do you think?

- I mean, shit.

Gotta call the FBI.

- Hey, you guys!

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

This shit is going to blow their minds!

They'll give me a better deal, huh?

Hello?!

Hello?!

- I swear. - Also,

when you extradite me,

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

I want a nice suite in a flashy boutique hotel.

- All right, I'll call the FBI.

- Yeah. - Okay?

Tell them I want a total immunity agreement

approved by my attorney.

He's in Texas.

I'll give you the number.

Are you there?!

I have to piss!

- Yeah, go fuck yourself!

(seagulls squawking) (water gently lapping)

(board clatters)

(boards continue clattering)

(ominous dramatic music) (objects thudding)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

(clerk speaks in Spanish)

(ominous dramatic music continues)

(phone ringing) (picture frame thuds)

- (grunts) Vanowen.

Yes, sir.

(seagulls squawking)

(license plate clattering)

(phone ringing)

- Nick.

Roger that.

Oh.

You got a room number?

(car engine rumbling)

(children chattering indistinctly)

(car door clatters open)

(car door slams shut)

(people chattering indistinctly)

(machete thuds)

(object clanks)

(Nick speaks in Spanish)

(vendor speaks in Spanish)

(Nick speaks in Spanish)

(vendor speaks in Spanish)

(Nick speaks in Spanish) (machete thuds)

(vendor speaks in Spanish)

(scoffs) All before noon?

Muí bien.

(Nick speaks in Spanish)

(Vendor and Nick both speak in Spanish)

Eh?

(vendor speaks in Spanish)

No, we don't want (speaks in Spanish).

No, no, no, no.

(children chattering in the distance)

(liquid sloshing)

(trees rustling) (suspenseful dramatic music)

(vendor speaks in Spanish)

(machete thudding) (Nick speaks in Spanish)

(vendor speaks in Spanish)

Let's make it an even 200.

(Nick speaks in Spanish)

(vendor speaks in Spanish)

(Nick speaks in Spanish)

(children yelling and laughing in the distance)

(children laughing and squealing)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(trees rustling)

(Captain mumbles indistinctly) - Gracias.

- Hey! - Hey, what's up?

- So the Turk wasn't lying.

- FBI got their panties in a bunch.

I gotta take him to the border.

- When?

- Right now.

- Well, he's technically not been detained,

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

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

- Okay, I'll get you an escort.

- No, no, no, I'm good.

- No, you should really take an escort

to get him across the border.

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

- Okay then.

(indistinct chattering) (elevator bell dings)

(door creaking open)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(horns honking in the distance)

(golf bag clatters)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(golf bag clattering)

(scope thuds)

(gun thuds)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

- Hey, chica.

Any chance they could send us another girl

to work on my legs while you- (Turco groans)

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

(Turco groans)

(scope clicking)

Maybe afterwards, we can have ourselves a little

Turkish/Mexican ménage à trois?

(bones cracking) (Turco groans)

What say you, darling?

(hand slaps) (Turco groans loudly)

(knocking at door)

(moans) Go low, yeah.

(Turco continues moaning) (door clatters open)

- [Anthony] (scoffs) It's time to go, Polat.

- No! What?

Come on!

- We gotta go.

- Why?!

She hasn't even done my legs yet.

- [Anthony] I don't care.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- Where is my lawyer?

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

But we gotta leave this hotel now, so.

- I'm supposed to have two more days here, man.

- The party is over, dickhead.

Pack up your shit!

- Okay, okay!

Every party has a pooper.

(elevator bell dings) (doors clattering)

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

Life is good, man.

You get ulcers.

How 'bout you and I make a deal?

How 'bout you drive me to the airport instead,

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

I give you the password,

and I will give you the location

of the man who shot your friend.

Come on!

You will have all of Bin Farri's assets.

You will get his friends in the scene.

You will get Bin Farri.

Tell them I had a gun on you.

We can make it work!

Come on, man.

I will deposit $5 million for you

in any account in the world.

100% untraceable.

I can do it from your cell phone.

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

I don't care.

(dispatcher speaks in Spanish over radio)

I'll make it 10 million,

but we have to act now!

Come on, man.

(elevator bell dings)

- Let's go. (Turco speaks indistinctly)

Let's go. - Come on, man!

Fuckin' hell, man.

(indistinct chattering) (luggage clatters)

Hey, señor, watch it!

Be careful!

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

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

(bullet whooshing) (hotel guests screaming)

(passerby yelling) (guests continue screaming)

(dark ominous music) (guests continue screaming)

- Fuck!

(hotel guests clamoring)

(officer yells indistinctly)

(hotel guests clamoring)

(dispatcher speaks indistinctly on radio)

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator doors creaking)

(horns honking in the distance)

(groans) No!

Not a fucking fence!

(dark ominous music)

(Anthony grunts loudly)

(sirens blaring in the distance)

(tires screeching)

(sirens continue blaring in the distance)

(Captain speaks in Spanish)

- Vanowen.

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

which is a higher-end looking place.

He was there at least six times this month.

So we set up a stakeout across the street.

And since your witness literally lost his mind,

I thought you might want to stay occupied

and fill in a hole in the rotation.

We have eyes on the place.

- Okay, I'll give 'em a call.

- I already did and you got approved.

Just as a reinforcement.

This is not a DEA operation, okay?

Just watch the place.

And it wasn't your fault, Vanowen.

(phone rings in the distance)

Live and learn.

Next time, you take an escort with you.

(phone continues ringing in the distance)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(surveillance equipment whirring)

- I'll be right back.

I'm gonna get some audio.

(dark dramatic music)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(indistinct chattering)

- Hello. - Hello.

(hostess speaks in Spanish)

Just one. - Of course.

This way, please.

(patrons chattering indistinctly)

- [Anthony] How do I get over here?

- [Hostess] That's the VIP section.

- Ahh, how do I become a VIP?

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

- (laughs) Okay.

- [Hostess] I'll be back to take your order.

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #1 laughs) (equipment whirring)

(patrons chattering indistinctly)

(surveillance equipment whirring)

(patrons chattering indistinctly)

(knife clomping)

(Mina speaks in Spanish)

(patrons continue chattering)

(Mina speaks in Spanish)

(patrons continue chattering indistinctly)

(trees rustling)

(footsteps pattering)

(cash register dings)

(clerk speaks in Spanish)

(Mina speaks in Spanish) (clerk speaks in Spanish)

(uptempo Spanish music plays indistinctly)

(fridge door thuds open)

(Mina speaks in Spanish)

- Sorry?

Shit!

(fridge door slams)

Do I know you?

- No, you don't.

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

- I'm sure you have.

- No, the Parallax, right?

- How do you know?

- I've been there a few times.

Seen you around.

- I'm usually in the kitchen.

- Oh, Anthony.

- I still don't remember you.

- Can we talk?

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

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

I was just hoping we could talk in private,

so I don't get into trouble.

Por favor?

Come on.

- [Mina] I have nothing to do with the business

or anything that goes on there.

I just make food.

- No, I know.

I know.

- So what do you want from me?

- What's your name? - Mina.

- Mina, Mina, that's nice.

I got a big favor to ask from you.

- From me?

- Yeah, I need you to place this

underneath the VIP table at the Parallax.

- (scoffs) No!

Why?

- It's for an investigation the DEA's running.

- Are they selling drugs in there?

Fuck! - Maybe.

- Are you gonna be shutting down the Parallax?

- Why?

- So I can start looking for another job.

- No, no, no, I...

(chuckles) Gosh.

I don't know, okay?

But I doubt the people involved

have anything to do with the actual business, okay?

But there's only one way to find out.

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

- There's lots of cameras.

- Just stick it under the table.

That's all.

- What's in it for me?

- Come on! (laughs)

This'll take you like 10 seconds.

- I don't know, that expression on your face

tells me this is a buyer's market.

- Am I the buyer or the seller?

- [Mina] You are the seller.

- (chuckles) Okay.

- How about this?

I do this thing for you,

and then we get married,

so I can get a green card,

so I can join the CIA.

- You wanna join the CIA?

- The Culinary Institute of America.

It's in New York.

Best cooking school in the US.

- Wow! Okay.

Let me think about that.

Did not plan on getting married anytime soon.

- I'm just kidding.

You're not even my type.

- Ouch!

- Gotta go to work now.

(car door clatters open)

(car door slams shut)

(footsteps pattering)

(Mina sighs softly)

I'll do it,

but you will owe me one.

- Of course.

Don't tell anyone.

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

- Fair enough.

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

before I knew you were a law man,

I actually thought it was my lucky day.

(car engine rumbling)

(brakes squeaking)

(car engine rumbling)

(brakes squeaking)

(gearshift clanks)

(car engine rumbling)

(cars roaring)

- [Anthony] All right, here she goes.

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(surveillance equipment whirring)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(keyboard clacking)

Hell yeah!

(hands slapping)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

Yeah.

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

(orchestral music plays in headphones)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(brakes squeaking) (car engine rumbling)

(car doors slam shut)

(indistinct chattering)

(car alarm chirps)

(men laughing)

(siren blares in the distance)

(electronic static buzzing)

(indistinct chattering on surveillance equipment)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

Hey, let me get that.

(indistinct chattering on surveillance equipment)

(electronic static buzzing)

(indistinct chattering)

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

- Good, how are you? - Good.

Welcome to Tijuana. - Thank you.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(gun clicking) (car door clatters open)

(car door slams shut)

- [Bin Farri] Do you enjoy hookahs?

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

- [Bin Farri] Everything okay?

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

- [Bin Farri] So tell me, Fernando,

how come you cost me so much money

after I pay for everything else?

Let me see it.

Where is it?

- [Yuri] Do you have payment?

- [Bin Farri] Half as agreed now,

the rest after it's installed.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(zipper unzipping)

So want a hit?

(interposing voices) - The machine's hardwired

to a local cellular network. (electronic static hissing)

- No, no!

Where the fuck are they goin'?

(headphones clatter)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(intense dramatic music) (trees rustling)

(door clatters open)

(door thuds shut)

(footsteps pattering)

- Watch out there.

(cell phone chiming)

(electricity whirring)

(power grids booming) (horns honking)

(surveillance equipment whirring)

(electricity booms)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

- What the hell is that, guys?

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

Come on!

(horns honking)

(cell phone chiming)

(electricity whirring)

(static buzzing) (electricity whirring)

All right.

- (speaks indistinctly) I can't believe it.

- It's all here.

(Khalil speaks in Arabic)

Easier than take-out.

Please, try it yourself.

(cell phone chiming) (power grid booming)

- Motherfucker!

Come on!

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #2 speaks in Spanish)

(undercover officer #1 whispers in Spanish)

- [Bin Farri] It's just like changing a TV channel.

(electricity whirring)

(surveillance equipment beeping)

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

- But next time,

it could be the entire power grid

on the east side of the United States.

- [Khalil] So we're done here then?

Congratulations.

Are we still on for tomorrow?

- Of course.

- Let's eat then.

(Yuri claps hands)

(plastic rattling)

(bullet whizzing) (bodyguard grunts)

(body thuds) - Who's there?

(flashbang clattering)

(explosion booming)

(body thuds) (men clamoring)

(gunshots firing)

(men chattering in Spanish)

(gunshots firing) (men clamoring)

- Let him shoot! - Yeah, follow me!

Let's go! (gunshots blasting)

(rapid gunshots firing)

(body thuds)

(gunshot blasting) (Khalil groans)

(gunshot firing) (body thuds)

(uptempo suspenseful music)

(footsteps pattering) (indistinct chattering)

- What the fuck? (men clamoring)

(car doors slamming)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(engine turns over) - DEA, freeze!

(engine revving) (tires squealing)

(gunshots firing)

(tires squealing in the distance)

(uptempo suspenseful music)

(camera shutter clicks)

(uptempo suspenseful music continues)

(gun whooshing)

DEA, drop the weapon!

Drop it.

(flashbang clattering)

(explosion blasting)

(groans) Fuck! (steam hissing)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(siren wailing in the distance)

(door creaks open)

(fire crackling)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(bags rustling)

(car engine rumbling)

(Italian opera plays on car radio)

(Italian opera continues playing on car radio)

(camera shutter clicks)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(dispatcher speaks indistinctly on police radio)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(plastic rattling) (camera shutter clicks)

(indistinct chatter on police radio)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(patrons chattering indistinctly)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(car engine turns over in the distance)

- What happened?

- Yeah, you shouldn't be here.

- [Mina] What did you do?

- Me?! Nothin'.

- Is this because of the- - No, no, no, no.

Definitely not.

(car door slams shut)

(indistinct chattering on police radio)

(gearshift clanks)

(car engine roars)

- [Captain] Was he actually here?

- Yeah, yeah.

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

- Right under our fucking noses?

- Yep.

- Well...

So that's Zico, for sure.

- Yeah.

- And the other guy there was Bin Farri.

These guys are like bodyguards,

and who the fuck is the cowboy?

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

- Yeah, we lost power a few times.

- Yeah, the whole city went dark twice last night

without no reason.

- Wait, wait, the entire city?

- [Captain] The entire city.

- All right, you know what?

(Anthony softly groans) (camera beeping)

The camera had a battery.

I bet it recorded everything.

(keyboard clacking)

(surveillance feed whirring)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(surveillance feed whirring)

- [Captain] Fuck off!

(undercover officer #1 speaks in Spanish)

- It was them.

- Holy shit!

Oh, this can't be good.

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

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

- Fuck!

- Yeah.

(people chattering in Spanish) (footsteps pattering)

(workers chatting in Spanish)

- [Yuri] Okay, here it is.

Where do you want it?

(workers chatting in Spanish)

(Yuri speaks in Spanish)

- I have something to show you.

I will transfer the money right away.

- I need the money you already owed me.

- What money?

- Your guys showed me the money,

then I demonstrated the system to you.

Suddenly, I was being shot at.

- It seems that the money is missing,

but don't worry, we will make it up to you.

- Look, I just want my money,

and I'm out of here, okay?

- Please follow me.

(Yuri speaks in Spanish)

(door clatters open)

Khalil was going to do the work here.

Now, you must do it.

- Me? No.

No fucking way!

I made what you wanted,

I am delivering what you wanted,

and I showed you that it works.

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

- What can I offer you to change your mind?

- [Yuri] I watched my cousin get killed because of you.

- I'll give you three times what we agreed.

- $30 million?

- As long as you give me your word

that you will stay until the job is done,

I'll do it right now.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- 50 million.

- 50?

- Before you fuck up the global economy,

I'd like to have some security.

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

- How long will it take?

- A day or two,

plus whatever the code takes to propagate

all over the internet.

- Okay.

- Okay.

(footsteps departing)

(uptempo electronic dance music)

(guests chattering indistinctly)

(uptempo electronic dance music continues)

(guests continue chattering indistinctly)

(host speaks indistinctly)

(uptempo electronic dance music continues)

(Rashida speaks indistinctly)

- Stunning.

Thank you so much for...

You making it here

is a completely- - Hi.

Anthony Vanowen.

- Rashida Bin Farri.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Is there somewhere we could speak in private?

- About what?

- Hussein Bin Farri. - My uncle?

Why don't you talk to him yourself?

- Actually, I'd rather speak with you.

- Excuse me.

Are you police?

- DEA.

- DEA.

Do you think my uncle,

who's funded most of this institution,

is somehow involved in illegal narcotics?

- No, it's not about that.

- Good evening, sir. - Hi.

- Hope you're enjoying yourself?

- Absolutely. - Hmmm.

- Mina, my darling, would you make sure

everyone has champagne by the end of my speech?

- Of course.

Excuse me.

- [Rashida] Excuse me, I have to go.

- Is there any way...

It's very important that we speak.

- I have to go.

Call my office.

(guests applauding)

(Rashida speaks in Spanish)

(guests applauding)

(Rashida speaks in Spanish)

(guests applauding)

(Rashida speaks in Spanish)

(security camera whirring)

(Rashida speaks in Spanish on surveillance footage)

(Bin Farri speaks in Arabic)

(Sadiq speaks in Arabic)

- Sure.

(Rashida speaks in Spanish on surveillance footage)

- That's the same guy who tried to stop us

outside the Parallax.

- [Rashida's Voice] Our guests of honor for the night.

- The shooter?

- Has to have been. - No.

I've seen him before.

He's DEA.

He was outside the San Mar warehouse.

(gun clatters)

- Did you know the DEA had a history with San Mar

before we bought it?

- No.

(Rashida's voice on surveillance footage)

- So you didn't know

that the San Mar brothers smuggled drugs?

- No.

- Then why is the DEA up my ass?!

Go do something about it.

Make sure it's him.

(guests applauding on surveillance footage)

- That's the guy!

I know it's him.

(uptempo electronic dance music)

(camera shutter clicking)

(uptempo electronic dance music continues)

(guests chattering indistinctly)

(uptempo electronic dance music continues)

(guest chatters indistinctly)

- Shit!

(uptempo electronic dance music continues)

- Gracias.

Are you gonna follow me again?

- What are you doin' out here?

- I'm done for the night.

- You happen to see a old guy

come out here, like, seconds ago?

- You mean the guy in the Jeep?

- [Anthony] Old guy?

- That's him right now.

He just left.

(car engine roaring)

- Shit!

Is this you? - Mm-hmm.

- Go ahead, get in.

(car door clatters open)

We're gonna follow him.

(car doors slam shut)

(car engine revving) (tires squealing)

- Did you catch him smoking weed

in the bathroom or something?

- What? No, no!

- [Mina] Why are we following him?

(car engine roaring)

- Come on!

Look, look, (stammers) You're gonna lose him.

- You wanted me to follow him,

I'm following him.

- [Anthony] You should turn the lights off.

- You're getting a little too pushy, okay?

I don't like that.

- Look, I'm sorry.

I just...

I cannot lose him.

- [Mina] Happy?

I can't see anything.

- [Anthony] Your eyes will adjust.

- [Mina] By the time my eyes adjust

we're gonna be wrapped around a pole.

- Wow. (Anthony whimpers)

(guard rails clack)

- [Mina] So now what?

What did he do? (guard rails clack)

- Okay.

I mean, I guess I could tell you. (chuckles)

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

Wait, wait, wait, no.

I don't wanna know. (chuckles nervously)

I just changed my mind, just like right now.

Don't tell me anything.

Don't you tell me anything,

because I don't wanna have to testify about anything.

Nevermind.

- (stammers) I'm sorry if any of this scared you, or...

- Scared me?

What is wrong with you?

- Nothing.

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

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

(uptempo Spanish music plays on car radio)

- So what's next?

I'll help.

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

that was fun.

- Another job?

- Another bug?

Secret camera?

In "Breaking Bad",

he puts that GPS thingie by the tire.

I can do that.

Do you want me to put one of those thingies

on the Jeep's tire?

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

- I just fucking tailed someone!

This is so cool!

So technically speaking, what am I,

a DEA, a CI, an informant?

- (chuckles) Listen, Mina.

You did me a huge favor,

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

and I owe you one,

but there are no more jobs.

- Fine!

So, now what?

Take you back?

- How 'bout a drink?

- I know the perfect place.

(car engine roars)

(rain pattering) (lightning crashing)

- [Anthony] What's that?

- Do you care?

- No, I don't care.

(mellow Spanish music plays on the car radio)

- So what's your story?

- My story?

- Where did you grow up?

- Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Raised by my grandparents.

- How come?

- My mom died when I was a kid.

My dad, he took me to live with them.

- Sorry.

- It was a long time ago.

- So your dad just left you there?

- Yeah.

- (sighs) You don't abandon your kid.

You just don't.

- When did you learn to speak English?

- This is Tijuana.

Learn or starve.

Your Spanish is not bad.

A little chunky.

- Chunky. - But cute.

- Thought I wasn't your type?

- You're not.

(mellow Spanish music)

(car engine roars in the distance)

(car engine rumbling)

(tires squealing)

- This is me.

(brakes screeching) Thank you.

(gearshift clanks)

(ominous suspenseful music)

(car door clatters open)

(car door slams shut)

(car engine roars)

(keys jingling)

(car alarm chirps)

(car door clatters open)

(car door slams shut)

(engine turns over) (tires squealing)

(car engine roars)

(ship horn blares in the distance)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(guard rail clacks) (brakes squealing)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(guard rail clatters)

(Jeep engine rumbling)

(engine turns over)

(car engine roars)

(police siren chirps)

(brakes squeaking)

(car door clatters open)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

Morning, sir. - Mornin'.

- Driver's license, please.

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

Here you go.

- Where you goin'?

- Oh, over to the mercado, get some groceries.

Did I do something wrong?

- I'm not a traffic cop.

DEA.

Special Agent Anthony Vanowen.

Hi, Dad.

(dark ominous music)

- [Nick] Have a seat.

Can I get you somethin'?

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

- Got that.

(fridge door thuds)

(footsteps clomping) There you go.

(cap clatters)

- What?

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

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

You're a man.

You've grown up.

You look so different.

(exhales) Like, how many years has it been?

Jesus!

I guess I owe you an explanation.

- (chuckles sarcastically) You think so, do you?

- You remember when you and I drove from Cincinnati

up to Chicago to see the Cubs?

- The day my mom died?

Yeah, I remember that.

- And that man that killed your mom

was, in fact, trying to kill me.

- Wait.

(chuckles) No.

Wait, (stammers) Why would anyone wanna kill you?

- The year before,

I filled his hotel room with carbon monoxide,

and it killed his wife, his son,

his daughter, and his father.

Everyone.

And he wasn't even there.

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

- And you told me you were...

What was it?

An industrial lubricant salesman, right?

You traveled across the world

all the time. - No, my job

was with a shadow agency of the NSA,

and it was my job to execute black warrants

and kill enemies of the state.

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

- You know, when you put it like that,

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

- It's not great.

- I decided it was time to let you go,

and I knew one day you'd move on.

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

and I would never get to meet them,

and that was painful for me.

(exhales loudly) I got a lot of regrets.

The one regret that I never allowed myself to have

was the decision to protect you.

- Yeah, okay.

- Tony?

I will be here if you wanna talk.

- Yeah, sure.

Yeah.

(footsteps departing)

(footsteps pattering)

(Nick clears throat)

- Tony?

Tony, Tony?

Take this.

If you need to talk, just call me.

Dial direct, one.

(keys jingling) - Yeah, I'll call you.

- Please.

(plastic bag rustling)

Hey! (Anthony groans)

(Zico speaks in Spanish) (Anthony grunts)

(men all grunting) No!

(blow thuds) (Nick grunts)

(Zico speaks in Spanish)

(blow thuds) (Anthony grunts)

(blows continue thudding) (male speaks indistinctly)

(car engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

(Zico speaks in Spanish)

(thug speaks in Spanish) (Nick groans painfully)

(car doors slamming shut)

(tires squealing) (engine revving)

(Nick groans painfully)

(car engine roars)

(Nick grunts)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(Jeep engine roars)

(Jeep engine continues roaring)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(insects chirping)

(machine beeping and whirring)

(keyboard clacks) - How much longer?

- I'd say about 24 hours.

(ominous suspenseful music)

- Okay.

(machine continues whirring)

(tape squeaking)

(tape roll thuds)

(bag rustling) (Anthony softly groans)

(plastic bag crinkling)

Must be cheating on someone.

Two phones. (plastic bag unzipping)

I know.

Let me ask you, Agent Vanowen,

have we met before?

Then what is it? (plastic bag zipping)

What is it that I did to piss you off?

Why are you in my life?

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

- You were at my warehouse messing around.

Then the other night, you tried to stop my vehicle

after somebody tried to assassinate me!

What am I to think?!

- I don't know.

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

He's the one that killed my partner.

Yeah, I see you.

(blow thuds) (Anthony groans)

(Anthony grunts painfully)

- What happened to Polat?

- What happened?!

He put a bullet in his head!

- That's not true.

- I was there.

- What did Polat tell you?

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- What is it that you want, huh?

(Anthony speaks in Spanish)

- Uh-oh.

Yeah, I learned that from- (blow thuds)

(Anthony grunts painfully)

(laughs) Wait, does that not mean pepperoni pizza?

(blow thuds) (Anthony groans)

(grunts) Know what?

Now, I just wanna kill you.

(blow thuds) (Anthony groans)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(chair clatters)

(Anthony pants heavily)

(liquid sloshing)

Hey, what?!

(Anthony yells muffled) (liquid sloshing)

(Anthony continues yelling muffled)

- [Yuri] What is going on?

(Anthony continues yelling muffled)

(Anthony pants heavily)

- Fuck you!

(phone ringing)

(Anthony pants)

- They could be tracking him.

(Anthony grunts painfully)

(phone continues ringing)

(cell phone beeps on)

Hello?

It's for you.

- [Nick] Bin Farri?

- Who is this?

- [Nick] Someone who knows you very well.

It's been over 20 years since Miami.

- It's you.

It all makes sense now.

You used this DEA agent as bait to find me.

Clever.

- Why weren't you in Miami?

Your family was there, but no,

you were in some hotel with your mistress.

- We all have regrets.

- How did you find out about my son?

- Son?

- Anthony!

Who else?

- Anthony Vanowen is your son?

- [Nick] Let him go.

- That's not going to happen.

(cell phone beeps off) (phone clatters)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(knife shuffling)

- What, big man?

- You can't kill a DEA agent.

- Everyone can be killed.

- Bring it.

Bring what? (door creaks)

(mop bucket clatters) (door clanks shut)

(janitor speaks in Spanish)

(Zico speaks in Spanish)

(janitor speaks in Spanish)

(Zico speaks in Spanish)

(Janitor speaks in Spanish)

(mop bucket clatters)

- That door was supposed to be locked!

- He's the fuckin' janitor.

He has keys to everything.

It was locked.

(electricity booming) - What's this?

- [Sadiq] I'll check the main power.

(bodyguard speaks in Spanish)

(gun cocks) - Was that you, Fernando?

- Of course not.

(weapon whooshing) (indistinct chattering)

(bodyguard grunts) (skin squelching)

(body thuds) (indistinct chattering)

(guards speaking in Spanish)

(skin squelching) (guard grunts)

(body thuds)

(indistinct chattering)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(gunshots firing)

(guard yells out painfully) (rapid gunshots blasting)

- Qué pasa? (gunshots firing)

(gunshots continue firing)

(men yelling indistinctly) (gunshots continue firing)

(bullet clatters) (guard yells in Spanish)

(intense dramatic music)

- [Anthony] Took you long enough.

- [Nick] Well, I'm here now.

(tape crinkling) (knife clanking)

(knife continues clanking) Time to go home, Son.

(intense dramatic music)

(plastic bag crinkling)

- Come on!

(feet shuffling)

(car doors slamming)

- Vámonos! (tires screeching)

(sirens blaring)

(tires screeching)

(officer yells commands in Spanish)

(Captain speaks in Spanish on police radio)

(officers yelling commands in Spanish)

- [Officer] Captain?

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(dispatcher speaks indistinctly on police radio)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(indistinct chattering in Spanish continues on police radio)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

(indistinct chatter on police radio)

(machine beeping and whirring)

(officer speaks in Spanish)

- Is this their Wi-Fi?

(machine continues beeping and whirring)

(car engine rumbling)

(Nick chuckles)

(car engine roars)

(Anthony groans)

- That was pretty amazing.

- Nah.

- That was you at the Parallax, huh?

- Uh-huh.

- Pretty sure you almost killed me there.

- (sighs) You know, I was just thinkin' about that.

- Yeah.

- And it's a good thing you told me

you were with the DEA, or otherwise, who knows?

- (scoffs) Jesus!

(car engine rumbling)

(horns honking in the distance)

(seagulls squawking)

(car engine rumbling)

(brakes squeaking)

(groans) Oh, shit.

Fuck. (grunts painfully)

(Anthony groans)

- (groans) You sleep down below.

I'll take up top.

Take a shower.

It'll probably make you feel better.

- Yeah. (chuckles)

- [Nick] Thanks, yeah.

- You said you were at my high school.

Graduation? (bottle cap clanks)

- Yes, I was.

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

- No, I was there.

And you were with your girlfriend.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

(grunts) And afterwards,

the two of you went out and had a pizza.

You were still wearing your graduation robes

and looked absolutely adorable, if I say so.

(Anthony scoffs) (Nick chuckles)

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

Yeah, that was the last time I saw ya.

Hmm.

- Is that- - Mm-mmm.

Yeah.

Yeah. (clears throat)

I... (clears throat)

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

- Why?

- I don't know.

I just...

I didn't feel right leavin' her behind,

and I missed her.

Yeah.

She's been there all these years.

(cell phone buzzing) - Excuse me.

(Anthony groans painfully) (cell phone continues buzzing)

Oh, my god!

Mina, (chuckles) hi.

I...

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

I was kinda tied up.

- Tony?

- [Zico] Hola, gringo.

(Zico speaks in Spanish)

(Anthony stammers)

(Zico chuckles)

(Zico speaks in Spanish)

(chair shuffles) (Mina whimpers)

(intense dramatic music)

- What?

Hey! - I'm gonna kill that fucker!

- [Nick] Tony, Tony!

Hey! - No!

- [Nick] Let the cops take care of this one.

- [Anthony] No, I'm gonna kill that fucker.

- And then what?

- And then Bin Farri!

- [Nick] Oh, and then what?

You're a DEA agent.

- All right, fine, fuck it.

- [Nick] No, no!

Listen to me. - What?

- You cross that line, you end up like me.

I know what I'm talkin' about.

(tires squealing)

(car engine roaring)

(tires squealing)

(car door slams shut)

(footsteps pattering) (Anthony pants heavily)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(gun cocks)

- Put the gun down or I shoot her.

Put the fucking gun down.

(intense dramatic music)

- All right.

(gun clatters)

- And the other one.

(intense dramatic music continues)

(gun clatters)

- What now?

- Sit down.

Call him.

- Your boss?

- The old guy that got you out.

- Why?

- Call him or she's dead. - Fuck you!

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

(gun cocks) - I won't?

(Mina sobbing softly) - No.

This neighborhood at this time?

Cops'll be swarmin' this place in minutes.

(Mina continues sobbing) (chair shuffles)

- Okay. (Mina sobbing)

(Mina screams)

Call him or I throw her off!

(Mina sobbing) - Fine.

Now, let her go.

(Mina continues sobbing)

(Mina yells out painfully)

(cell phone beeping)

Hey, Dad, it's me.

(gunshot firing) (skin squelching)

(Mina screams)

(gun clatters) (Anthony grunts)

(both men grunting)

(body thuds)

(blow lands) (Anthony grunts)

(blows continues landing) (Anthony groaning)

(Zico grunts) (body thuds)

(blow lands) (Anthony groans)

(knife unsheaving) (both men yelling)

(both men groaning)

(Zico mumbles indistinctly) (Anthony grunts)

(gun cocks) (both men groaning)

(Zico groans loudly)

(Zico pants heavily)

(Mina gasps) (Anthony mumbles)

(mina whimpers)

(necklace clanks) (Zico grunts)

(body thuds)

(Nick speaks in Spanish)

It's okay.

- Where do I find him?

- Like I'm gonna fuckin' tell you!

(gunshot firing) (Zico yelling out painfully)

- Ow, fuck!

(Zico pants heavily)

You could've just asked me again!

- I'm old and I don't have that kinda time!

- I don't fucking know!

All he told me was to get you!

- And how were you supposed to contact him?

- Fucking text!

- And what were you supposed to say in the text?

- That I'm on my way.

- Text him! - All right, all right!

(Zico pants heavily)

(phone clatters)

- [Anthony] Give me the phone.

Give me the phone!

(phone chiming) - Fuck!

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

"I'll give you the million dollars."

Look, he shared his location, too.

- A million dollars? - A million dollars.

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

I don't know what you did,

but he wants you fuckin' dead.

- A million dollars.

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

so that's why you're here alone?

That's pretty industrious of you, Zico.

- Who fucking cares, all right?

I'm fucked! - Maybe.

Maybe not.

Maybe you can help get Bin Farri to me,

and you keep the million.

- (laughs) The fuck I will.

Yeah fuckin' right.

- And then we just part ways,

and never see each other again.

Gentleman's agreement.

- No!

Fuck that!

I will kill him before I let him walk away with

a million fuckin' dollars! - Tony?

- Are you kiddin' me?

- [Nick] Bin Farri's the target.

- You know you killed my best friend, right?

For no fuckin' reason!

- I don't wanna kill nobody, man!

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

(sobbing) I don't wanna go back there.

Just fucking kill me now!

- I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you?!

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

all because of a piece of shit like you!

- Then fucking kill me!

- Gladly! - No, no, no, Tony!

No, no, no! (Tico sobbing)

We need him.

We got a deal.

(gun clanks)

Come on, you sorry sack of shit.

- (screams) Fuck that! - Get up!

Get on your feet!

(Zico groans)

(siren blares in the distance)

(Zico pants heavily)

(Rashida speaks in Arabic)

- There are 20 patrol cars outside the building.

There's a bomb squad.

They're trying to dismantle something

that looks like a bomb.

- It doesn't look like a bomb.

- What is this?

Why are you involved?

Why am I involved?

- We will go to Dubai tonight for the time being.

You will learn more as I need you to.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- You will go where I tell you.

- No!

I live here.

And you haven't answered my question.

Did you bring a bomb to my building?

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

- I had a personal project!

- Your personal project was to build a bomb?

We're not that family anymore.

- I needed a place to keep a quantum device.

It's not a bomb.

That's why we needed to upgrade the power.

- You used me?

- You had no problems taking my money.

What?

- You know what?

Fuck this!

I'm not going anywhere.

- You agreed to do this.

- Not this!

I'm out!

The device is being dismantled as we speak.

You haven't paid me!

Manuel is dead.

It's all over.

Your people can't keep a train on tracks.

Talk about incompetent idiots.

- Fernando, there's no one else.

You're the only one who can do it.

(gunshot firing) (Rashida screams)

(gun clatters) - That was enough!

(Rashida gasping)

(intense dramatic music)

- [Rashida] What? (gasping)

(intense dramatic music continues)

(car engine rumbling)

(brakes squeaking)

(window motor whirring)

(Zico pants heavily)

(Zico speaks in Spanish)

(radio static) - Open the door.

(alarm buzzing) (garage door clatters)

(car engine roars)

(intense dramatic music)

(brakes squeaking)

(gearshift clanks)

- Get him in the back.

(car door clatters open)

(radio static) - Copy.

- He's here.

(radio clatters)

(footsteps pattering)

(Zico grunting)

(door creaks open)

(Zico grunts) Set him over there.

(Zico pants heavily)

- What the hell is going on?

(Zico groans painfully)

(footsteps pattering)

(Zico groans painfully)

What is this?

What- (Zico speaks in Spanish)

(Rashida pants heavily) - Fuck!

Are we good?

Okay.

Can we do this now?

(Zico speaks indistinctly)

It got a little bit weird.

- Same account? - No.

(pants) Use this one.

(groans) Fuck.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- Okay. - Yeah?

- Okay.

Wondering what's next?

- Nah.

Judgin' by that character over there,

I get the idea.

Looks like you boys started the party early.

- Let me see him.

(dark ominous music)

(zipper unzipping)

(body bag crinkling)

(Rashida sobs softly) (dark ominous music continues)

(body bag whooshing) (gun cocks)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Ooohh!

(interposing voices)

(guard yells in Spanish)

- Do something!

- (pants) I can't.

I don't have any bullets.

- Okay, okay, okay! (body bag crinkling)

(interposing voices)

- No!

Madam?

You need to get outta here.

Go home!

- (stammers) I live here.

- What?

- [Anthony] Go to the Cultural Center,

ask for Captain Escalante,

give him this address, he'll know what to do.

- Go!

(Rashida mumbles indistinctly)

(footsteps departing)

(gun clatters) (gunshots firing)

(gunshots continue firing)

(body thuds)

- Okay, okay.

Now you tell me what you want.

A million dollars?

- No.

(gunshot firing)

(Bin Farri whimpering) (bullet clatters)

(Bin Farri groaning painfully)

- You fucking predator!

Let's talk about this!

- No. (gunshot firing)

(Bin Farri grunts) (bullet clatters)

(gunshot firing) (Sadiq groans)

(body thuds)

- Okay, gringo, how do I get my money?

- Get a job.

- What?

(police sirens wailing)

(officers yelling commands in Spanish)

(dispatcher on radio speaks in Spanish indistinctly)

(officers speaking in Spanish)

(door creaks open)

(officers yelling commands in Spanish)

- Zico? (Zico yells muffled)

(Zico continues yelling muffled)

(dispatcher speaks indistinctly in Spanish on radio)

(officers speaking in Spanish)

(Captain speaks in Spanish)

(intense dramatic music) (body bag unzipping)

(Zico grunts)

(Captain mumbles)

(tape ripping)

(Captain speaks in Spanish)

(indistinct chattering on police radio)

(Captain speaks in Spanish)

(indistinct chattering on police radio)

(Anthony imitates motor sounds)

- Whoa, there's a wave comin'!

And then another wave!

What are we gonna do, Captain?

What are we gonna do?

Oh, my god, look at that fog!

No, don't cry! (baby fussing)

No, don't. - You want

everything on it, right?

- [Anthony] Yes, yes.

Here, I'll take that. (baby fussing)

- [Mina] Oh, my!

- All right, you'll trade off.

- Whoo! - Do you have a drink?

- [Anthony] Yeah, I think I do.

Thank you.

- (groans) Mina?

(Mina speaks indistinctly) (baby crying)

I gotta tell you,

this is probably the best hamburger I've ever had.

You can't get a decent hamburger in Mexico.

You just gotta rely on the taco.

- Thank you.

I'm better now. - Aww!

Are you sure? - Yeah.

- I love this junebug.

Could hold him all day.

- You guys eat first.

I'm good right now.

My stomach is still turning from the boat ride.

- Yeah, it was a little choppy out there today.

I'm sorry.

Ah, it was lovely.

I'm just not used to it. - Yeah.

Hey!

I wanted to ask,

how are you settling into the new apartment?

It's good?

- Everything is brand new.

- Hmm.

- [Carlita] We love our little place, don't we?

- Do you...

Do you need anything else?

- We're good.

Thank you.

You've done enough.

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

- Yeah, I know, that was...

That was pretty odd.

- What happened?

(baby fussing) - No.

My husband never told me

he had a million dollar life insurance.

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

Anthony remembered, thank god!

And he made them pay.

Can you imagine?

- Oh, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy.

(baby fussing) Yeah, yes, da!

Yessa! - Hey!

(baby continues fussing)

- Right? - Thanks to his daddy

and Uncle Tony,

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

with lots of other kids.

- Yep.

And you're gonna go to college, too.

(Mina giggling) - Are you?

(phone ringing) Are you gonna go to college?

You better. (baby fussing)

- Maybe he'll go to Berkeley?

- Berkeley?

Oh, no, no, no, not Berkeley, no.

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

Mark my words.

(Carlita and Mina laughing) Yeah.

- Vanowen.

- [Larusso] Look out over your starboard bow

by the breaker wall.

There you go. (chuckles)

- Hey.

- I see you guys are having a party without me?

Well, I'm not upset about that.

This isn't a social call.

- I figured it wasn't.

- I need a tag-team to carry out a black warrant

in San Diego right away.

- All right, cool.

- [Larusso] Tell the old man I'm not upset

about not bein' invited to the party.

- Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

(seagulls squawking)

(Anthony sighs)

- Fuckin' Frankie!

He's always wearin' that suit.

What's that all about?

- I don't know,

but he's got a job in San Diego.

Do you wanna join?

- (clears throat) Yeah, count me in.

(baby crying)

- All right.

- Yeah. (baby continues crying)

(all laughing)

- [Anthony] Oh, lord.

(uptempo pop music plays in Spanish)

(intense dramatic music)

(suspenseful dramatic music)