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We've been running surveillance on your wife

for months, Mr. Montano.

That's what's left of the car she rented in Los Mochis Airport two days ago.

I'm telling you, brother, he stole a knife?

Where's Sara?

- I don't speak English. No English. - Answer the question.

Wait, wait, wait. He doesn't speak English.

He's my brother, and he's just a cook. We don't know anything.

What's he talking about?

What he's saying is, "I have six kids."

Wait, no, he has six kids.

Down, down, down, down!

Get out of this place.

I said go.

Go! Get out!

- Where's my wife? - Fuck you.

Where is she?

Well done, Mr. Montano. You have passed the audition.

Where is Sara?

- You won't be needing the gun. - I asked you a question.

Where is she?

She's not here. Please, have a seat.

You either tell me what I wanna know--

Or what? You're gonna kill me?

Are you gonna give me a motive?

If you want answers to your questions,

I suggest you have a seat

and listen to what I have to say.

Who are you,

and what have you done with my wife?

Who I am is not important.

All you need to know is that your wife is safe.

- For now. - I wanna talk to her.

You don't make the rules here, Chris, I do.

But, as a sign of good faith--

May I?

Very slowly.

I'd answer it if I were you.

If they hang up, they might be tempted to hurt her.

Put it on speakerphone, would you?

Sara? Chris?

You okay?

Please, come.

Ooh.

Stop. - That's enough.

Put her back on. I said, put her back on!

You don't make the fuckin' rules here, Chris.

I do. I won't tell you again.

What do you want?

I wanna utilize your training.

- You got the wrong man. - Oh?

Gunnery Sergeant Christopher Montano.

Trained in combat, infiltration and extraction.

You have a lovely wife and a beautiful daughter named Maya.

You're exactly the man I'm looking for.

I'm listening.

You will need these.

On that phone is the first of six names.

All six names are members of Labarca cartel.

Each member responsible for the trafficking of drugs,

guns, and young women across the border from the US to Mexico.

What do they have to do with me?

I want you to kill 'em all.

You can't be fucking serious.

Six lives in six hours.

Once you're done, we'll release your wife,

and you can drive off into the sunset knowing

that the world is a safer place than it was this morning.

- You're full of shit. - Six lives to save one.

Welcome to the Day of the Dead.

What will you do?

I'll do it.

But if you or anyone else lays another hand on my wife, I promise I'm gonna come back--

- What? You're gonna hunt me down and kill me? - No.

But you will wish I had.

The deal is this. Six hours, six lives.

Not a minute more, not a body less.

Do not lose the phone, as it will be the only line of communication between us.

Once the target is complete, you will send me a photo as proof.

Only then will I supply you with the next name on the list.

There's a car waiting for you in the garage. It's under a tarp.

You'll find everything you need in the trunk.

Huh? - No!

Here. How dare you?

Everything I need.

Synchronize your watch.

Your six hours begin exactly at noon.

Calm down.

All my brother is asking is, "Where are we going?"

We are going nowhere.

Get out.

Look, you saved our lives. We owe it to you. We wanna help.

I don't have time for this shit.

- Please-- - Get out!

We need this.

We need to help.

Besides, you know, I speak English. I can translate.

I can help you with the language.

And, um, and-- and we know our way around these towns.

It'll be easier for you.

You probably don't understand it right now, but we're in this together.

Together. You and me.

Don't say I didn't give you a chance.

If he has something to say, just say it.

Uh, we're not saying anything bad.

It's just, um, we're just curious.

Why did you kill those men?

It's a long story.

Well, it is a long way

and might as well hear it.

Honey, have you seen my charger?

- Phone or laptop? - Actually, both.

I have your charger, Mom.

- Oh, which one? - Phone.

What about the other one?

I might have that one too.

Well, I need it! And I'm disorganized?

Mm-mm. You gotta pay for it. You gotta pay the price.

I love you.

I love you.

Mm.

I love you.

You always say the right things.

- We have time for, uh, coffee before you leave? -"Coffee"? Oh, my God.

Oh, guys, come on!

All right.

So, who's cooking breakfast for Mom?

You. - Me?

- Yeah. - No, you're the expert.

I don't know how to cook.

Why not? Scrambled eggs.

No. But I'll take coffee if it's on offer.

Oh, you'll take coffee?

Do you have everything? Yep, everything.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. Yeah.

- How about the phone to go with that charger? - Oh, give me that.

- Mom, your ride's here. - Oh, I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna be having too much fun to miss anybody.

- Keep an eye on that one. - I will.

- I love you. - Love you.

Okay. Shall we?

- I love you. - Mm.

You say all the right things.

Call me whenever you can, all right?

Yeah. If there's a signal. Oh!

Wherever you're taking us, we're almost there.

- What? - The GPS.

We're almost at the location you marked.

Thank you.

Hey, babe, it's me.

Listen, you're not gonna like it,

but it seems like I'm not gonna be able

to pick you up from the airport on Tuesday.

The French Embassy wants us to hold the special operations training session,

and the ambassador himself asked me

to oversee the whole thing.

So, anyway, just give me a ring

whenever you have a chance, all right?

- Love you. - Hey, Dad. You've got visitors.

I'm heading out to Christine's. Her mom came to pick me up.

They're waiting outside. Don't wait up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. Come over here.

Home by 10:00, or your mom will string me up.

- 11:00. - 10:30. Not a minute later.

- Synchronizing watches. - Get out of here.

- Cute kid. - She's the best.

You are?

Agent Dules. Agent Grant.

I would say it was nice to meet you,

but I'm not sure why you're here.

We wanna talk to you about your wife, Sara Montano.

Is she okay?

I think you should have a seat first.

Let me try to understand.

You guys expect me to believe

that my wife, the woman that I've been sharing my life with for 18 years...

is actually a drug smuggler?

Are you crazy?

Well, she's more than just a drug smuggler.

And it's not just about drugs.

Believe it or not, your Sara has been pivotal

in every aspect of cartel growth over the last decade.

But in recent years, she's turned her attention to sex trafficking.

Oh, sex trafficking. Wow. Sex trafficking now, yeah.

It's bullshit.

Have you heard of this place?

Plastic Angels?

Should I have?

In the last five years,

your wife has used her property business

to buy up properties across the border.

Each acquisition being redeveloped

and opened as high-end plastic surgery clinics

run by a Dr. Michelangelo.

Well, the last time I heard,

it wasn't illegal to carry out nose jobs.

I can assure you, Mr. Montano, it's more than just nose jobs.

The girls are shipped in from all over the globe.

Once they arrive at Plastic Angels, they belong to Michelangelo.

Once they're healed up,

your wife has them shipped out again, like cattle.

New, improved and ready to earn the cartel good money.

And you're telling me all of this because--

Because we believe your wife was the victim of the latest cartel hit.

That's what's left of the car she rented in Los Mochis Airport two days ago.

Los Mochis.

Mexico.

See, this is all wrong. Your intel is wrong.

Sara's in San Francisco.

Her company is looking into a new business development.

We have a copy of the flight manifest.

She was definitely on that plane.

My wife...

is on a business trip in San Francisco.

We've been running surveillance on your wife for months, Mr. Montano.

She has constantly traveled across the border

to meet with various members of the Labarca cartel.

Listen, I would fucking know if my wife is going south.

If I'm not mistaken,

that's your wife with James Montgomery.

There's word on the grapevine

that the cartels are talking about joining forces

with businessmen from the US.

Montgomery runs a family business,

dealing in charitable efforts,

charities in third world countries.

But, uh, that's just a front

for his global network of people trafficking.

Can you tell me why your wife is sitting with him?

She's also been seen with Sebastian Corvo.

He runs the largest cocaine growing syndicate in Mexico.

Not looking very good for your wife, is it?

She's also associated with Dylan Soza,

cartel fixer and all-around nasty piece of work.

What do you mean by "fixer"? What, is he a hit man?

Yes, Mr. Montano. A hit man.

He gets paid to kill people, and he's associated to your wife.

As far as we know,

he's the one that planted the bomb on your wife's car.

Isacc and Maria de Leo.

If you can give me a valid explanation for what your wife is doing

in the company of other known sex traffickers,

I'll close this investigation right fuckin' now.

You need to leave.

Now.

You can keep the photos. We have copies.

Think about it. Call me.

- We're only trying to help. - Get out.

Are you okay?

I don't know anymore.

What is he talking about now?

He's just concerned about your health.

Tell him that I'm not planning on dying anytime soon.

Leave your message after the tone.

Hey, babe.

It's me, again.

Call me back whenever you hear this.

All right?

I love you.

Hi, Dad.

I made it home with three minutes to spare.

Yeah.

If Mom calls, tell her I said, "Love you."

Will do, baby.

You okay, Dad?

- Hmm? - You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's been a long day.

Is that Mom?

No.

Okay. Night.

Night.

Hello? Agent Dules and Grant lied to you.

Who is this?

Do you really wanna know where your wife is?

You have my attention.

Her well-being all depends on what you do next.

Find James Montgomery, and then we'll talk.

Maya?

Yeah, Dad?

Listen. Pack a bag.

We'll stay at Grandma's for a few days.

What he means is that we should probably skip this one.

Stay in the car.

It won't be long.

Your friend is full of shit. No one does shit around here anymore without Labarca.

You get caught dealing with your friend,

and you'll end up digging the hole for both of you.

- Fuck you! - Fuck you!

Hey. Take it easy, guys, okay?

Hey, Mateo. You expecting guests?

I need to talk to Sebastian.

Who says you can talk to anyone?

Everybody calm down. I'm only here for Sebastian.

You want Sebastian?

You're gonna have to go through us.

Oh, I was hoping you wouldn't say that.

Put the gun down where I can see it.

Put it down. Let me see it.

Now, very slowly, you're gonna come out.

What do you wanna do? Huh?

You wanna stay or you wanna leave?

- I'm leaving. - Then go.

Where are they now?

- One? Only one? - Yes!

Burn the hard drive. We have to go, now.

Get out there and bring me that son of a bitch's head.

Fuck.

Shh. Hey. Don't do it.

Hands up and don't move.

It's all gonna be all right if you don't move.

I'm not here for you.

I'm here for him.

- Who sent you? - Does it really matter?

Whatever they're paying you, I'll pay you more.

This is not about money.

Bullshit.

It's always about the money.

Take it. Take it all.

If it's not enough, I can get you more.

Take the fucking-- Take it!

Are we okay?

We're not gonna have a problem, are we?

Here.

That's enough to begin a new life.

Don't waste it!

Oh, my God, my friend.

My brother is saying that you're a very dangerous man.

Well, he's right about that.

Take the car.

What? Where?

Wait, where are we going? Where am I taking this car?

Uh, what's happening? What's next?

- It was nice meeting you. - What?

Hold on, wait, wait, wait. Román, wait.

Thanks, Mom.

Sorry it was late notice.

It's never late notice to see my granddaughter.

But you would let me know if something was wrong, wouldn't you?

If I knew for sure, I would tell you.

Thanks again.

Maya? Come over here.

All right.

Dad, I wanna come with you.

I could help.

- Not this time, baby. - Is Mom okay?

I promise I'll bring her home safe.

Be careful, Dad.

You take care of Grandma, all right?

- Okay. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Promise?

Promise.

Dad?

It's my favorite...

so don't lose it.

What the hell are you guys doing here?

You gotta stop following me.

- I'm doing this by myself. - Relax.

Hey, Chris.

Chris.

There's more to us than you realize, you know?

Well...

nothing surprises me lately.

Right now, it's just the two of us.

My brother and I.

When we were kids, we were three.

We have a sister.

Yes.

Luna, my sister.

On her tenth birthday...

they took her from us, you know?

We've been looking for her ever since.

That's why we were working with him.

Trying to find my sister.

We've been doing that our whole life.

We were making progress.

And guess what?

You got there and killed everyone.

I told you when we first met, man.

We're in this together.

We've never been face-to-face with fucking Montgomery.

All we're asking for is closure.

That's it. Closure.

I can't make any promises.

Okay.

We understand.

But, please, try.

Fair enough.

- Good afternoon. - Hi, good afternoon.

Mr. Soza, your table is ready.

- Follow me. - Sure.

- Enjoy your meal. - Thank you.

Sir, are you ready to order your drink?

- Yes, bring me a bottle of Navarro Cosecha, please. - Excellent choice.

And also a tequila, ice, but hold the lemon.

- Okay. - Thank you.

- How about that? - That was really good.

Oh, cake? Dessert.

- Who ordered-- - What did they--

What-- "Will you m--"

What is this? What?

I mean, let me just go talk to them.

- Well, maybe it's-- - Where's the manager?

- Maybe it's from that-- - We'll have a conversation.

What-- Where are you going? Stop--

- What? - Will you marry me?

Will you?

Of course! Are you kidding me?

Yes. Yes, I'll marry you. Yes.

I love you.

Oh, my God!

- Now what? - Where is the photo?

I told you I wanted proof of death

for every name on that list.

I'd like to think you wouldn't lie to me,

but my associates are not so trusting.

Why don't you head over to Soza's favorite restaurant

and see it for yourself?

It's clear he didn't die from fucking heartburn.

Okay.

I'll take your word for it this one time.

But, Chris, do not let this happen again.

Understood?

Understood.

Hello, can I help you?

I'm Officer Grant. I'd like to ask you a few questions about your son.

Can I see some ID, please?

Of course.

Can't be too careful these days, can you?

Would you mind if I came inside?

Yes, I would. Now, what do you want to know?

Has Chris been acting strangely lately?

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

You know, strange.

Odd. Out of the ordinary.

Does he do drugs or anything like that?

What kind of question is that?

Would it be possible to talk to Maya?

You could if she was here.

But I haven't seen her in over a week.

I'm sure you know where she is, don't you?

You can tell me.

I mean, if you can't trust a cop, who can you trust, right?

I told you I haven't seen her.

Now, if there's nothing else, I must go.

Sorry to bother you.

So, how'd it go?

She's a lying bitch. She knows exactly where the kid is.

I told you. You should've let me handle her.

You'll get to have your fun. Don't worry.

I never worry.

That's him!

Fuck.

Get in the car. Get in the fucking car!

Hey!

He was just trying to help.

"He was just trying to help."

Get the fuck out of this place!

You don't wanna be caught in a stolen car, do you?

- Yeah, so what's next? - Shh!

Hey!

What are you guys waiting for? Get the fuck out!

Am I not making myself clear? Get out!

Motherfucker.

Well, you know what's gonna happen if you keep following me, right?

You're gonna get killed. That's what's gonna happen.

Hey...

Mira, look...

you know we're coming with you, right? We're gonna follow you.

And if that's stolen, we'll take this car.

- All right. - These guys are dead.

- Nobody knows-- - Fine. All right.

Fine.

Meet me at Camino Real 347.

Get me a pair of binoculars and some pain killers.

My shoulder is killing me.

What you doing, baby girl?

Nothing.

Let's see your hair.

If a stranger ever contacted you through the internet,

you would tell me, right?

Sure.

And you know that I'll always be here to protect you.

You can tell me anything.

I do, Mommy.

Mmm! I love you, little girl.

I love you too.

Let me put your hair up.

- Hello? - Maya?

- Maya, baby, listen. - Dad, are you with Mom?

Not yet. But I'm working on it.

Is she okay?

I think so.

There was someone here at Grandma's asking about you.

- Wait. Who? - I don't know.

But grandma made me hide in her room.

I only heard a woman's voice.

- I think she was police. - Maya, listen to me.

I'm gonna hang up, and when I do,

I need you to tell Grandma to take you to a hotel.

Pay cash and lay low until I call you.

Dad...

tell me what's going on.

It's all gonna be all right.

I promise.

Now, go get you and Grandma out of the house now.

- I love you, baby. - I love you too, Dad.

Yeah.

Did I say you could call anyone?

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

You have a lovely daughter, Chris.

She has a long, happy life ahead of her.

A life full of hopes and dreams of a brighter future.

But I will not hesitate to cut her life short

if you continue to insist on breaking the rules.

You go anywhere near Maya,

and I swear I'm gonna rip out your fucking spine.

You can kill me later.

But for now, I need you to focus on that list of names.

Motherfucker!

- Shut up. - Shut up?

One, two, three, four, five.

He's got your...

Whatever.

Some water, Chris?

What Román is saying is that--

I don't give a shit what he says.

- Give me those. - Hey, relax.

It's not gonna be easy.

You tell him to shut up.

You, do me a favor.

Tell Román to stick here, be quiet

and not to touch any guns unless I say so.

That's what I always try to do, but he just let--

Just-- just tell him. Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

Hey!

And try not to kill each other.

- I might need you later. - Okay.

You need to find a better sugar daddy.

He pays well.

Oh, not anymore. Get out of here.

Let me guess.

James sent you to send a message to Jade.

That's between you and James.

You think I can get out of the pool and dry up?

I don't want to die like a fucking fish.

Thank you.

You speak Spanish? No?

No Duolingo for you, eh?

You don't look like an assassin.

I'm not an assassin.

Oh! Oi. That's not--

I thought you were here to kill me.

Because if you were...

that pretty much makes you an assassin.

They have my wife.

If I don't do this, they will kill her.

Sorry.

But you think this is gonna end by killing?

That Jade's just gonna...

she's just gonna let you walk away?

Who the fuck is Jade?

Jade.

If you do this,

Jade is a cold-hearted bitch

who's gonna kill you, your wife...

slaughter your whole entire family.

- I'll take my chances. - Okay.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Think I can have a drink?

I'd ask you for a cigarette,

but that would be a little bit cliché.

Plus, I'm trying to quit.

You want a drink? You should have a drink.

You look a little nervous.

Come on, motherfucker!

Come on, motherfucker!

Put all the guns in that truck, and my jacket

and follow me before I change my mind.

You sure they came here?

Well, not 100%.

And Montana is not an idiot.

He would have told them to use cash.

So let me guess, she used an ATM

no more than two blocks from here to withdraw the money.

Thank you, Sherlock.

It was either this place

or Hotel California down the street.

This seemed a little more kid-friendly.

I mean, I'd bring my daughter here.

What?

Okay.

Just never pegged you for the fatherly type.

I'm not. More the one-night stand type.

No, you're the asshole type.

Yeah, but you fucking love me for it.

So how you want to play it?

Good cop, bad cop, as usual.

Very funny.

I'm hungry. Can you order out?

Ooh, good idea.

- Pizza? - Yeah.

- Con pepperoni. - Mm-hmm.

Ah, perfecto.

Like I said, we really need to talk to your granddaughter.

You'll stay away from my--

No. No. No! No! No, Grandma!

The fuck was that?

You asked me how I wanted to do it.

That's how.

It's how I want to play. Good cop, bad cop.

If you don't like it, you sit in the fucking car.

Just go get the fucking car started.

- I'll bring her down. - Okay.

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

Stay in the car.

These two. We'll take them. Hmm.

That one?

You. What's your name?

- Savannah. - Savannah.

I like her.

I love her innocence.

We'll take her.

Okay, so be it.

And I'll let Michealangelo know your decision.

We'll invoice you the outstanding balance

for the product by the end of the week.

So how's the good doctor doing?

I'm not sure.

We haven't seen him in a few days.

But you know what he's like.

He'll be at one of his retreats

presenting his asshole to the sun.

You gotta love him, right?

I like that.

Don't move.

I suggest you put the gun down before you get hurt...

cocksucker.

If you don't mind, I'd rather keep it.

I'd do as my husband says,

or I will put a bullet in your fucking brain.

Drop it. Now!

All right.

Kick it.

Can I see?

Uh...

- What are you, a nurse? - No.

It's okay, but it needs treating.

My best friend is a vet. She lives very close.

- I can take you there. - What about your friends?

You know what to do.

Take the money, leave the place and never look back.

We can go now.

You son of a bitch.

- Whoa, are you okay? - Yeah. Let's go.

What happened?

We'll tell you on the way there.

On the way where?

Okay. What's happening? Where are we going, and who's her?

I'm Savannah. Just go straight and make a left.

Go.

My dad's going to kill you!

I don't know what kind of shit you kids eat these days,

so I got you a mixture.

My dad's going to rip you apart.

Well, he wouldn't be the first to try

and probably won't be the last.

You don't know my dad.

He's a Marine. He's going to find you.

Can you get her to shut up?

No.

We got a long way to go.

You're going to wish you never hurt my grandma.

One more word.

One more, and I swear to you,

I will paint the inside of this car spray pink.

That's better.

Okay.

Wake me up when we get there.

What the fuck do you want?

Isla, put the gun down, please.

Savannah?

What are you doing here?

You were supposed to be with the girls.

- What happened? - You don't want to know.

I see you brought friends.

- They're friends, right? - Yeah, they are.

And this one needs your help.

Get 'em inside.

- You guys want coffee? - No, thank you.

All right, lady.

Savannah.

Have you seen her?

Mm. No, sorry.

She is your wife, right?

Yes.

She is very beautiful.

Yeah, she is.

I'll go check on the others.

You better stop moving, or this will scar.

Hungry? Really?

Gino?

You're gonna be fine.

Sore. You'll survive.

I gave you something for the pain.

You should be good to go. Thank you.

Do I owe you something?

Nothing.

Savannah told me what you did.

If anything, I owe you.

Luna.

Wha--

You gotta be kidding me.

What's going on?

It's a long story.

She'll explain everything.

So, what's next?

There is no next.

Listen, you have already done more than enough.

And you have found what you were looking for.

- Do you need translation? - No.

I got the point.

Thank you for bringing my family home.

Next target is Jade Labarca.

No photo? No. Not this time.

Where the fuck is she?

Five more minutes and we're gone.

She's here.

It's about fucking time.

Jade. It's so nice to--

Let's get this shit done.

Okay.

So it's here?

Well, according to this, Jade Labarca's

on the other side of the cemetery.

Gonna go check. You guys stay here, right?

, but-- We got a plan, right?

This is not a good time.

Just checking in on you, Mr. Montano.

Agent Dules.

Do you have any more news on my wife?

Well, got a little confession to make.

Not actually with the FBI.

To be honest, I don't know where,

how your wife is right now.

Just told you what you wanted to hear.

You motherfucker. Motherfucker!

Also thought it was time to offer you

a little extra incentive

just in case you start to doubt your motivation.

- Dad. - Maya?

I told him you're gonna kill him.

Maya.

You just made the biggest mistake of your life, asshole.

Just finish the job, and she'll be fine.

A mistake you won't live to regret.

Hope everything's on schedule.

Like clockwork.

Guys, these ladies cross the border before sunset.

I got buyers, and they're not fucking patient.

Move.

You never disappoint me--

Here's a full list of works,

carried out to have them showroom ready.

Twelve months guarantee on all of the procedures.

And as usual, they come with a clean bill of health.

So I need a confirmation of payment.

All business. I like that about you.

So, let's see, 150,000, right?

You wish, Rennie.

It's 200 on the nose, not a dollar less.

You can't blame a guy for trying, now, can you?

No, but I can kill him for pushing his luck.

Make the payment.

250,000, it's all yours.

- Good doing business with you. - You're welcome.

What the fuck?

Son of a bitch!

Wha--

Sara?

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be here.

I shouldn't be here?

What about you?

What the hell is going on, Sara?

Who the fuck is Sara? Don't move.

Son of a bitch. Don't move, fucker.

Do not fucking move.

Hand me that gun now.

Now!

Give me the gun.

So, before I kill this motherfucker,

listen, can somebody tell me

what the hell is going on?

So they were right.

This is not what you think it is.

No, no, no, don't.

Don't.

This is not what I think it is.

What is it then, huh?

What is it?

Help me fucking understand!

What is it?

What am I supposed to think, huh?

Help me understand!

Who am I looking at right now?

Who is this person?

I don't know you anymore.

Do you remember,

what I told you about my father when we met?

Yeah.

You said he was abusive and...

your mom fled with you when you were young.

Is that a fucking lie too?

- No, no, no, no. - It was!

My father was Joaquin Labarca.

Head of the Labarca cartel.

The fuck are you talking about?

Ten years ago...

I was approached by the FBI.

They approached me.

They wanted me to return to Mexico.

Claim my father's crown.

Why?

What better place to have an FBI informant than at the head of the family?

I was able to feed back information on rival cartels.

No one suspected it was me.

- It was perfect. - It was perfect?

How could you-- It was ten fucking years!

Trust me, it was not supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to be over years ago.

It was hard to get in, to be accepted,

especially as a woman.

They had me do things you could never imagine.

At some point, it got so bad,

it got completely out of hand, and I knew I had to get out.

So I came up with a plan.

And it was bulletproof.

But all of a sudden, the nightmare got worse,

and now we're trafficking these young, innocent girls.

Some of them just a year or two older than Maya.

They would be sold, forgotten.

I had to try to help them. I was their only hope.

So I stayed, and I made another agreement with the FBI.

I would pretend to traffic these girls...

but in reality, I made sure

once they're across the border...

the right people would pick them up,

and help them restart their lives.

And in return, the FBI would ensure

your and Maya's safety.

Maya's safety.

- What? - They've got Maya.

They've got Maya.

If I want to save her...

If I want to save her, I have to kill you.

Listen...

We're going to fix it. We're going to fix it.

- Yes, you can, baby. - I can't.

Yes. Yes.

- Is it done? - No.

It's not over yet.

You can do this, take it.

- I can't. - You can.

Just kill Jade.

I love you.

You say all the right--

Hey, you sure about this?

Not sure about anything anymore.

But if you guys can do this last one thing for me...

I'm gonna be grateful forever.

Count on it.

Still can't believe that son of a bitch

actually killed his wife.

You don't have to be so fucking amused by it.

What can I say?

I mean, appreciate a hard day's work.

You fucking scare me.

Are you really gonna let him drive away with his kid?

Sadly, that won't happen.

He will leave with his wife, and young Maya will become

part of her mother's Plastic Angel legacy.

I like it.

Mr. Montano.

I am genuinely happy to see

that you made it throughout the day in one piece.

Where's Maya?

She's here.

But I strongly recommend that you drop the weapons.

Well...

don't be offended,

but I don't fucking trust you.

You don't have to trust us, asshole.

Just got to do as you're told.

Or once I've shot you, I'll kill your darling Maya.

I want to see her now.

You heard the man. Bring out the little brat.

You know, after what you've done for me today,

I feel like I owe you an explanation.

We never had your wife.

But you were so easy to make believe.

I'm here, Chris. Come, save me.

Ah!

We needed to make you panic and leave Maya unprotected.

It worked better than I thought.

If it wasn't for her, I don't think

I could have convinced you to finish the task.

- Dad! - Maya.

Where's Mom?

Yeah, Dad, where's Mom?

You want to tell her or shall I?

Shut up.

Did you shoot her or stab her?

Shut the fuck up!

A lot of blood in the photo.

Is he telling the truth?

- Did you-- Did you kill Mom? - Maya, listen to me.

You have to trust me, remember?

This is not what it looks like.

Why don't you tell her exactly what it looks like?

She doesn't need to know this.

Not here, not now.

- Why not? - Well, I think this is the best place and time.

Don't you?

It's got to be hard to lose a parent

and a grandparent in one fucking day.

Trust me, I--

It was quick and painless.

She didn't suffer, did she, Maya?

You son of a--

Dad.

Come on.

You.

So you're the bitch that took my daughter?

I was just following the money.

Fuck you!

- Maya? - Get away from me.

Maya, baby, listen.

- Mommy's not dead. - What?

Everyone has to think this is real.

Yeah.

You think this is a bulletproof vest for sure?

It's gonna be fine.

One into the chest.

She's not dead.

I fucking knew it.

Dad, Dad, Dad. Dad.

Hey, over there, little girl. Get over there!

You point that gun on me, asshole.

Asshole? What makes me the asshole in this scenario?

Hmm? Explain.

Tell me why you and I are so fucking different.

I mean, you just spent the last six hours killing people.

You know, in fact, you've probably killed more people than I have.

So how am I the fucking asshole?

Because you enjoy it, and I don't.

Oh.

I--

You've made it fun.

You have. I will give you that, buddy.

You have really made this fun.

Drop it, motherfucker!

Oh, all out of bullets?

Pretty fucking sweet. We get the whole fam--

Oh!

It's been over a month, and you still haven't found that bitch, Jade.

I want her dead. I want her dead now.

Raise the reward another quarter of a million.

Whoa! Move out of the way, move!

Damn it.

Ow!