Original subtitles

[theme song]

♪ I'm going to prison

♪ Oh I won't be back tonight I'm going to prison ♪

♪ I was blockin'’ all my life don'’t try to find me ♪

♪ I'’m like a needle in the stack ♪

♪ I'm going to prison

♪ And I'm never coming back

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ I'm going to prison

♪ Oh I won't be back tonight I'm going to prison ♪

♪ I was blockin'’ all my life don't try to find me ♪

♪ I'’m like a needle in the stack ♪

♪ I'm going to prison

♪ I'm going to prison

♪ I'm going to prison

♪ And I'm never coming back

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah ♪

[intense music]

[engine turns off]

So, this guy do anything wrong?

- He's here. - I understand.

But other than that, is he committing crimes

or is he's been here back home?

You're not getting the point.

Police, open up.

So, why did we bring so many agents?

We have no idea how violent these situations can become.

Will all due respect, boss, he's a farmer with no priors.

[scoffs] You've been reading that libtard bullshit?

No, I'm only asking about--

Look, you just bought a house, right?

Yeah.

So, what, it's okay they break in

just cause they had no priors?

It's fine they break in just 'cause they clean the kitchen?

Why are they cleaning my kitchen?

It's a metaphor.

I might let 'em stay if they're cleaning my kitchen.

You're not getting it. Why did you sign up?

- To protect my country. - Yeah?

Stop people from breaking the law.

Yeah, he's breaking the law.

Right, that's why we're gonna get him.

Yeah.

[music continues]

Can I help you?

We're police in pursuit of a criminal.

Could you open the gate, please, go get the owner?

I am the owner.

And I can talk just fine from here.

Where're your workers?

I don't know.

Maybe the taco truck showed up.

This is Guillermo Carbajal. You know him?

He kill someone?

Carbajal was found illegally residing in the US

and was deported back to Mexico.

We have reports that he has re-entered

and that he's been seen here, on this property.

Now, I-I've got a warrant.

Cut the bullshit, open the fucking gate.

No, shit. You have a warrant?

[suspenseful music]

Why don't you cut the bullshit?

Excuse me.

An "ICE" warrant?

Come on, come back when you have a real warrant

signed by a real judge.

[grunts] Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, huh?

The dumb fucking hill-billy

who's going to make my lawyer a lot of money.

- Boss! - Not now.

- Boss! The camera. - Yeah, boss. The camera.

[chuckling]

Not so candid. Wave "Hi" to the jury members.

And you have my workers commit any crime

I will call the police myself.

The real police.

Until then, none of you, including you

aren't going to step a foot on to my property.

[instrumental music]

[engine starts]

Back in the van!

Jose, come on out.

Okay.

[sighs]

Come on out, it's clear.

'It's okay, it's safe.'

Mario, come on.

'It's okay.'

They're gone.

Thank you.

You guys okay?

You okay?

Let's go back to work, okay?

Yeah? Okay.

Thank you, guys.

[singing in foreign language]

[footsteps approaching]

Your daughter didn't sleep here last night.

If you care.

Well...

Her keys are still here.

So, she can't be far.

Hey, are you gonna go to the...

[sighs]

[engine starts]

[sighs]

[mellow music]

Okay.

[keys clacking]

Oh, damn.

[birds chirping]

[mellow music]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[exhales deeply]

[sighs]

[eyeliner clatters]

[sobbing]

[sniffles]

[Natalia] 'Good morning, Mr. Dalton!'

I gotta run, I'm running late this morning.

Oh. I have everything ready for you.

A triple espresso, cream and three sugars

and then we have some egg sausage and breakfast burrito.

Mine is better than Starbucks'.

I put some napkins in there.

How in the world did you--

Chris says that's what you usually pick up in town.

Thank you.

Anything special for lunch?

Oh, don't worry about lunch.

I'm schmoozing this San Francisco-type.

- Fuckin' vegan. - Oh.

I can do vegan.

Why don't you bring him here?

Then you can smoke a cigar right after.

I'm startin' to think my son has a good instinct about women.

Just like his old man.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

[sighs]

I always worried you'd go looking.

'And that what you find would be..'

...difficult.

All my life, you kept her story from me.

I barely remember her.

And all I have left is what's in this box.

I was trying to protect you.

So you knew what I'd find?

I only knew that it wouldn't be good.

You have to be strong. Look ahead, not back.

What we want in the past...

...it doesn't actually exist anymore.

Not the way we wish it did.

[mellow music]

[cow moos]

[machines hissing]

[speaking in foreign language]

No, pa. What about Hassie?

[speaking in foreign language]

Hm?

[machines hissing]

[speaking in foreign language]

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

[pensive music]

[music continues]

[car door closes]

- Yeah? - You must be Mr. Car-moan.

Karmon.

Hazan is fine.

Hazan it is. Sawyer Clarkman.

How can I help you?

[groans]

These, uh, pre-revolution?

Hm, is that what brought you out here?

One day, I was a boy running around in Iran

'amongst my dozen aunts and uncles..'

...and the next day...

...I'm here in this country...

...alone.

- Tough time to be Iranian. - Hm.

Having a little Deja Vu again these days.

Hm.

I'm here about your son.

Came to see me yesterday.

His mother used to work for me.

Dalla Uribe?

And he wanted to know more about her

and his, uh... biological father.

Hm.

I see.

And I do know some things.

- About his father-- - He was a bad man.

That is true.

Paula made sure I knew.

She never wanted the kid to meet this biological father.

Well, there's little chance of César showing up now.

She meant you.

[dramatic music]

[sighs] I'm not going to show you shit without his permission.

Why is it important to you? I mean, why now?

My father has been distracted lately

and I need to make sure that he's thinking clearly.

This about the Holloway deal?

You tell me, Diana.

The Sawyer Clarkman you've worked for all these years

'he seem like a kind of man that would pass up'

'an expansion opportunity like this'

and let a cocksucker like Miller railroad his plans?

You're a woman, I'm sure you know what it feels.

What?

Like you may've gotten passed up 'cause you had a pair of tits.

That's why I started my own firm, dear.

I'm not here to invoke the 25th.

I just need to know if he trusts me.

Really trusts me, before I do what I need to do

in order to protect what he's built.

I'm sorry, Hunter.

You're wasting your time. Seriously, go home.

[keyboard keys clacking]

[Hazan] Are you surprised?

Needed confirmation.

[chuckling]

You promised her the world

'and you get pregnant and then you ship her off?'

It didn't happen like that.

Oh, yeah. Like, I'm going to trust what you say.

I didn't even know she was pregnant.

[sighs]

What do you want? Hm?

Noah's never gonna talk to you again. Go home to your family.

Everybody deserves to know where they came from.

You're going to tell him that you just threw his mother away?

Don't rephrase it like that.

Hm.

What's that going to do for you? Hm?

[coughs]

What's that gonna do for him?

[Sawyer clears throat]

Shit.

- Noah! Noah! - Hey!

Hey, get off my property!

Hey, hey. I'm warning you. Get off my property.

Dad, dad, wait.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Whoa, whoa! What's wrong? - I don't know.

- What did you do? - Nothing.

Do you want me to go call an ambulance?

Call Sheila. Stay with me.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

[tense music]

[sighing]

[keyboard clacking]

Brooks University, huh? You must be a proud mama.

I am.

It's funny, 'cause Hassie had Algebra with your Lucy

and I clearly remember her saying what a dumb shit she was.

Diana, you already know where I'm going with this.

Come on, I did a little digging.

And this is the only proof.

'Without the information on this drive'

'no one will ever know the impressive finagling'

'you did of your daughter's SAT score'

and college transcripts.

No need to get emotional.

Diana, I can keep a secret. You know that.

I just need the password.

[suspenseful music]

You are your father's daughter.

'You don't need the password.'

[dramatic music]

[sighs] I gotta say, Miller, that was damn good.

- My compliments to the chef. - You like it?

That kale sweet potato hash was just to die for.

That Bombay burrito... What'd you put in there?

Just fresh, local

none of that crap you get in restaurants like soy.

Soy's bad?

Makes men grow breast and women infertile.

Look it up.

You make this kinda stuff for Clarkman?

He never really want to try anything new.

- Another round? - Yeah.

Perfect.

I'll be back.

Where'd you get her?

Kinda fell into my lap.

She's interesting. Lot of spirit.

If we're about wrapped up with Holloway

let's talk about Clarkman

and how we can collaborate on that.

[chuckling]

Eric?

Yeah, it's a trickier one.

Hm.

It's right between me and Holloway.

Uh, if I can take it all, up my supply

'I could put my wine in every Albertson's.'

It's the American fuckin' dream.

[laughing]

I don't understand why people want

awards with wine, I wanna make money, eh?

Why do people want awards? Thank you.

Can you buy a Ferrari with awards? No.

- To life. - To life.

- To money. - To money.

[laughing]

[cow moos]

[Hassie] 'I can't spend another night in that house.'

Are you coming?

My parents, they, uh, they found jobs. So...

Isn't that good?

I don't know what this new place is gonna be like for them.

I don't, I don't want to be too far from them, you know?

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

[sighs]

Can we just give it a few days? Talk this out a bit?

Sounds like you've already made your decision.

[mellow music]

[sighs]

I want to hear it.

Even if it's worse?

So, there is something.

You have lied to me my whole life. How are you any better?

He's awake, stable.

What was it?

I'm not at liberty. Doctor-patient and all that.

Sh-should we call his wife?

He insisted we not do that.

I want him to rest.

But he also insisted on speaking with you.

I meant your dad.

[knocking]

Hey.

You're pretty scrappy for a little guy.

Is that your way of getting on my good side?

Have a seat.

It's my house, my rules. I'll stand.

Fair enough.

[mellow music]

How's Paula?

I don't know.

Haven't talked to her in about ten years.

But the boy is still here?

Hm.

She was gearing up to cross back over the border.

We were talking regularly.

And last she told me

'that she was on her way'

and then...

...silence.

I fear the worst.

I remember she mentioned an...

...aunt in Oaxaca.

Probably dead now, too.

You're Noah's father.

He doesn't need another old man.

He got lucky, I screwed all my kids plenty.

Soon, I won't be anyone's old man.

No.

[scoffs]

[chuckles]

Marina Cassarubias.

That's, uh...

[indistinct] ...used to say her aunt's name.

Marina Cassarubias.

[chuckles]

Anyway...

If the boy has questions, let him ask.

The one thing I can give him is answers.

[birds chirping]

[sighs]

Hm.

It was nice having some women in this house again.

[chuckles]

Was it tough?

The divorce.

It was tough on Chris.

She sure enjoyed the finer things.

Oh, yeah, Jen never took to life out here, city girl.

Why do you think we bought this ridiculous house?

I better get going.

She didn't try to take it?

The house?

Oh! That's what lawyers are for.

Thank God for prenups.

You like your lawyer?

Well, he's a fucking weasel.

Pardon my French, and an expensive one.

But that's why he's good at his job.

Well, it's nice to see you can laugh about your troubles.

That's one way to put it.

See you.

I couldn't help but overhear you earlier

talking about Mr. Clarkman's land.

Is your lawyer good with estate law?

Look, I appreciate the conversation

but we're going to have to establish some boundaries.

What about if I told you that Luke Clarkman has a widow...

...and that she might be happy to sell off whatever property

she's entitled to?

You drink scotch?

Let's get a glass, talk about this thing.

So, uh, you're my father?

Your father is the man on the other side of that door.

I'm your blood.

See, my daughter, she's the eldest, she's adopted.

No one but me is her father.

I can't say I did a great job, she's a piece of work.

But I did better than the previous guy.

Um...

So, uh.. Ahem.

...what happened?

Your mother, she's the best thing that ever happened to me.

I fucked it up.

We were both in crappy marriages we didn't want to be in.

We found each other, we fell in love and...

You know...

And I chose to stick with my kids

'cause it seemed like the right thing at the time.

And I didn't know anything about you until now.

So, what I hope you can take away from this is that...

...you were born out of something real.

[instrumental music]

Honest and true.

Benicio, my friend, it's Hazan.

Yes, a very long time.

Good, good, and yours?

Good, glad to hear.

I-I have a random question for you.

Do you still have family in Oaxaca?

Well, this-this may be a longshot

but I'm looking for a woman named Marina Cassarubias.

[pensive music]

[speaking in foreign language]

You were capable of lying to make sure you were safe.

This is gonna make our life better.

No.

No. Stop.

[speaking in foreign language]

Our lives are fine as they are.

[mellow music]

"Fine as they are?"

This is all you want?

[sobbing]

[music continues]

[speaking in foreign language]

- You alright? - Yeah, think I'm fine.

Look, I don't wanna tell you I told you so.

"He's just a farmer, with no priors."

Uh, just a shit ton of child support he hasn't paid. Alright.

Uh, you guys take yours back and get him booked.

Me and the rookie will take these and go get

those last few handovers up in Sonoma.

Me and the rookie can handle that.

What do you mean, "Handovers?"

Voluntary deportations.

Come on, Petraki.

Let's go.

[speaking in foreign language]

- Hmm! - Ah-ah.

[sighs]

[speaking in foreign language]

[bell tolling in distance]

[phone vibrates]

- Hello? - 'Hi, ma'am.'

'This is Agent Quinn with the immigration.'

'Can you please open the gate?'

Um...

Could you, could you come back next week?

[Quinn] 'I'm sorry, ma'am, end of the month.'

'You know how these things go.'

My-my husband usually handles these sort of things

and he is not here right now.

[Quinn] 'Ma'am, I have a warrant.'

'I'm just being polite right now.'

[sighs]

[keypad clacking]

[footsteps]

[breathing heavily]

How was the weekend?

Where are you off to?

I never felt like I belonged here.

Not like he did.

[sighs]

So, you're gonna run away, and then what?

'What you gonna find out there, hm?'

Something real.

Well, I can't wait to see how that turns out.

I'll see you in a couple of weeks.

Hunter, what happened to you...

...was terrible.

You were a kid.

[mellow music]

It'll be different for me.

Things are gonna be different.

Here, I'm going to change things.

If anybody can fix this place, it's you.

Tell him, I'm sorry.

[sighs]

Tell them.

Hass.

It was an accident.

[exhales deeply]

I was scared the Dreamer Act was never going to pass

and that I'd be stuck

waiting for them to come for me.

Luke offered.

We went to Sacramento without letting anyone know

except for a select few

who could vouch for us

for inspections.

He took care of everything.

Such a shame about Luke.

Can't imagine.

But this, wow.

So, what do you think?

I'm gonna call my lawyer Steve now.

[door creaking]

[mellow music]

[door closes]

[exhales deeply]

[instrumental music]

[laughing]

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Oh oh oh oh

[singing in foreign language]

I just gotta be...

I gotta be somewhere where I can earn a living for us.

I can't do the city, alright?

We'll figure it out.

[speaking in foreign language]

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

♪ Mister can you hear my name

♪ Ringing from the mission bells? ♪

♪ Calling from the blood and flames ♪

♪ 'Cause lovers always kiss and tell ♪

♪ Don't close your eyes

♪ Tonight

♪ One more body down the wishing well ♪

♪ Giving you all your dreams

♪ One more body down the wishing well ♪

♪ Darkness is gonna set you free ♪

♪ One more body down the wishing well ♪

♪ Giving you all your dreams

♪ One more body down the wishing well ♪

♪ Darkness is gonna set you free ♪

[knocking on door]

[speaking in foreign language]

- Mr. Morales? - Yes?

I have a judicial warrant here for Ismael Morales.

Is he on the premises?

Uh...

I don't know where he is.

You know, when we get a warrant

and don't execute that warrant

I'm the one who's gonna answer for it, you know that?

Well, uh. I'm sorry, but, um--

Can we come in, please?

- Yeah, yeah. - Thank you.

Where are your papers, Mr. Morales?

You know...

I-I should call Mr. Clarkman.

He-he's the owner.

'He'll settle this.'

Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry.

- Hm. - Okay?

[line ringing]

How about you, ma'am?

Where are your work papers?

Uh...

[speaking in foreign language]

Sounds like she doesn't have any either.

Cuff 'em.

- Ma'am? - Hey!

Get away from her, what you're doing?

- Let's go. - Hold on.

- Hey! - Move out.

- No, no... - Out! Let's go. Out!

Move!

[speaking in foreign language]

I said move, you fucking bitch!

Don't you dare touch her like that. Ah!

[screams]

[grunts]

It was a stupid move, blockhead.

[grunts]

[grunts]

No!

[tense music]

[grunting]

[speaking in foreign language]

Leave him alone, you fucking son-of-a-bitch.

[grunts]

Mael!

How dare you touch my parents?

Stop! Stop!

Mael!

- Mael! - You're the criminal here!

Stop!

Fucking.. You don't fucking touch my family.

Fuck you. Get the fuck off him, you fucking piece of shit!

- Mael! Mael! - Get off!

Get your hands behind your back.

Ma! Ma! Fuck...

Get your fucking hands off me.

Let go!

Boss, you alright?

Alright.

Fuck you, you fuck!

Let go of my parents. Ah!

[indistinct yelling]

[Mael screaming]

- Boss, we got 'em. - Back off.

Son!

You fucking strike an officer?

[grunts]

- Mael! - Ah!

[indistinct yelling]

Boss, leave him.

[screaming]

Stop!

Stop! Will you stop?

Leave him, boss, leave him.

Move away from him.

Hassie, Hassie, no.

Move away from him, now!

You're not gonna shoot me, sweetheart.

I'm a government agent.

Hassie, put, put it down.

[spits]

Ma'am, please put the gun down.

Hassie...

Hassie.

Hassie, put it down.

- Ah! - Oh, God!

No!

[shuddering]

I told you to fucking stop.

[gunshot]

[mellow music]

[tense music]