Come on, you motherfucker...
...don't do this...
You out there, boss?
Come in, boss. Boss?
Hold on!
Fuck. No.
I'm going down. Repeat. I'm going down.
Seven miles, southeast.
Seven miles southeast of the airstrip. Repeat. I'm going down.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
Boss?
Yeah.
Almost loaded up, boss.
Good.
What about the plane?
Bury it.
You guys bring shovels?
I'm fucking with you, Manny.
Oh.
What's that?
You call for more help, boss?
Get in the fucking trucks.
Let's go. Let's go!
Fuck this...
Come on!
Good afternoon, guys. What's up?
Inside the pickup, there's a bag I found. Almost seventy grand in it...
Maybe your men can use it.
New uniforms...
A night out...
My plane. You can have that, too...
I'm putting you under military arrest...
and transporting you to the nearest prison.
My father used to tell me...
"What's the point in having a voice if you don't use it?"
Some of us use our voice...
Go right.
Down that way...
Go, go.
Find the fucking money.
-Go, go, go! -Go, go!
Got the money! Let's roll! Go, go, go!
Out, out, out!
Let's get the fuck out of here!
Let's go!
-He's dead. -Grab him.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Leave him. Let's go, let's go!
Let's go!
Divide the cash...
Put aside two grand for the Captain...
What about the kid back there?
Luis fucked up.
What, Rogelio...
He have family somewhere?
A girlfriend, I think...
In Chihuahua.
Get some money to her.
Okay.
Add sixty and close it...
Look who's home!
Fuck, man...
What, they don't have razor blades in the joint?
Hey, was I supposed to pick you up?
Someone was.
-And? -And?
Well, asshole...
What took so long, man? I was inside for three fucking months.
It's a whole thing.
-You don't say? -Really.
Had to find the right guy to pay.
Takes time, believe me...
Hey, no one told you to get caught.
Aren't you too old for that shit?
Get lost.
And? How's business?
-Great. -Yeah?
Moving loads into El Paso two, three times a week.
Running cash back. Didn't miss a beat.
Good, good. Find us some new warehouses over there?
The shit we talked about...
Yeah, that didn't work out.
More spots just means more exposure, more money on rent.
We need to spread shit out, keep things separate.
Our thing works. Juarez works, Amado. Like a motherfucker. So why change it?
Dammit.
The whole operation connects, the whole thing can go down.
-It's gonna get us caught. -Look...
You just worry about transpo. And not crashing our planes.
Come on, have a fucking drink.
Next time.
Hey, 'least let me give you a little "welcome home" present...
There you go.
What's wrong?
Queen got her panties in a bunch.
Is it ready?
Let's see.
Did it get cold?
No, it's fine.
How'd it go last night?
Don't ask.
Money's in the thing.
Going in soon?
Victor.
-What's up? -Going in soon?
Yeah.
Stop by Mrs. Barragan's on your way.
What for?
Told her you'd stop by on your way to work.
God dammit. How many times've I told you, don't make plans for me.
God dammit.
What if she's fallen in love with me?
And wants to run away together to Acapulco?
Just leave the coffee tin.
I'm not gonna go see her.
Good morning, Mrs. Barragan.
Thank you for coming to see me, Officer Tapia.
Please, just Victor.
Come in, please.
Thanks.
Her name is Teresa.
-She's your niece? -Yes.
She's been living with me since last year, when my sister got sick.
She hasn't been home in over four days...
You don't say.
I don't know what else to do.
I called the police three times.
They never came.
Could it be...
with all due respect... that she's with a boyfriend?
Maybe she went off with friends.
Teresa's not like that.
Let me show you.
Look.
This dress...
For her quinceañera. Next month.
Teresa saved up for months to buy this dress.
She wouldn't run away now, with her party so close.
No, definitely not.
That's why, well...
I, uh...
Officer Tapia.
I know how things work.
Just Victor, please.
Look...
I have to report for my shift.
But I'll ask around. I promise.
Thank you so much.
I just want her found...
-Of course. -Uh...
Have a nice day.
Yes, thank you for coming.
Oh!
Wait. Before you leave.
You'll need this.
Okay.
Thank you.
What's up?
There he is. Thought maybe you got mugged or something...
I was waiting for a cop...
but then you showed up.
Guess you're fucked, bro.
Let's go.
Keep it quiet, man. My ass is tired.
Is that right?
Fuck you, Rogelio.
The fuck is this...
Boss!
Boss! Didn't know you were getting home today.
You don't say, asshole.
You want a beer? To celebrate.
How do you like your house?
Pretty cool, right?
I'm tired, Manny.
Tell them to fuck off.
Sure. You got it, boss.
Hey, you fuckers! Party's over!
Boss.
You got a bunch of calls from some lady... Marisol?
It's me. Sorry, been away on business...
Amado, listen...
What?
It's about Anna...
Is she ok?
What did the doctors say...
That it was an asthmatic reaction.
She had those before.
Not like this.
Said it's what triggered the respiratory attack...
Was she scared?
Sorry...
That was last summer...
Yes.
She grew like a weed since you saw her.
I'm sorry I missed the burial.
Where were you?
Prison.
Can you take me to see where she's buried?
No. You'll have to go on your own.
You need some money?
To cover the priest... all the rest of it?
What you send every month covered it.
We never really chose, did we?
We never chose to be a family. A real one.
Never chose not to be one either.
We just went along.
Maybe that's why God took her from us.
We didn't deserve her.
There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry.
Take it slow. Old folks live in this neighborhood.
Could give you hand, what do you think?
Okay, that works.
Get outta here, friend.
Good day.
-What'd he have for us? -Here...
Wait, wait! What about the burritos the other day?
-Fine. We going? -Yeah.
Slowly, eh?
We grabbing a beer tonight?
Can't, man...
Got some shit to do after work.
Doesn't look how I pictured it.
Let's go, man.
Can't keep this fancy prick waiting, right?
Look at this place.
Fucking Roman castle!
What else could you want?
Now let's make this place look nice!
Heard you went back to Sinaloa.
Family stuff.
I was born a couple miles from here.
Place just like that.
Fuck that.
Look at me now.
Check out this motherfucker.
A politician who is poor...
is a poor politician.
My business group is making some purchases in Juarez.
You own several lots of land we're interested in.
They haven't been developed, but we'll still pay a fair price.
Like to help you out,
but we have big plans for that land.
Really?
So far, those "big plans" have amounted to a slum
and a chicken processing plant.
The Hank Group is expanding into Juarez.
We're "moving into the neighborhood."
I know you two control certain local commercial interests.
Going forward, I expect that business will be done discretely.
Any complications to my interests are unacceptable.
Thank you, chief! You've got the coldest beer in Juarez.
Gentlemen...
Come up with a price for that land.
You ever gonna say anything?
Should put an "asshole tax" on that land he wants.
Maybe the fancy prick moves our stuff north...
on all those trains and shit he owns.
Our business isn't big enough to make it worth his time.
Margins aren't there.
He's buying into NAFTA... What it's gonna do to this border.
Shit's not even a real thing yet.
If he's moving in, it will be.
Hey...
It's me.
What is it, Amado?
I was thinking. About what you said.
You were right.
I never chose.
It wasn't about you. Or Anna. It's just, I...
Fuck, how do I explain?
I've always stood on the outside of things.
I know that.
I was married to you, Amado.
Look, I should go...
Yeah. Goodbye.
Fuck. Look who's here!
Hey, don't let this dude's pretty hair fool you.
Son of a bitch...
Do you know what I do, Mr. Carrillo?
Yes, sir.
You decide who gets to be President.
So why are your men blocking my plane?
No, no. I just wanted to make sure
you got the deeds to the land you were interested in.
Here.
Yours, free of charge.
A phrase that's one of the more frequently told lies in Christendom.
I want another conversation.
When I'm ready to make you a business proposal.
No offense...
but I'm not sure how our businesses could intersect.
The racetrack you own in Tijuana
launders millions for the Arellano Felix brothers.
I'm in the same business they are.
Where's your partner?
He's gone. It's just me now.
Difference of opinion?
Of method. And vision.
I know what happens to this place
when the trade deal you made with the Americans goes into effect.
I know what this border can be. And so do you.
Welcome to Juarez, Mr. Hank.
She a prostitute?
She's fourteen.
You seen her or not?
Doesn't look familiar.
Let's check the others, make sure. You came all this way, right?
Power went out in both refrigeration units last week...
fucking mess.
There they are.
They were murdered?
Yeah, probably.
Who were they?
No I.D.
Whores, probably.
Call me if she shows up.
Sure thing.