Hmm?
Hey!
No. Ah!
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Why do you people always talk so fast?
Peligroso... dangerous, right?
Well, there's much less chance of border patrol
running into us out here.
Between here and Bisbee, only the old-style fence...
none of the new one.
Jesus!
Shit.
Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!
We're gonna have to walk.
Calculating route to Bisbee.
Head north 27.3 miles.
Far?
Take only what you need.
Hey, this is Garrett. Leave me a message.
Hey, I'm gonna need a pick up at Bisbee around sunset.
I'll send you a GPS pin. Do not tell anyone.
It's all right. I got it.
Try to keep up.
Yo.
Your cousin's in a bad mood.
No fucking kidding.
I know what "gordo" means.
And we wouldn't even be walking out here at all
if you hadn't filled a guy's head with expanding foam.
Fuck!
No idea what you've gotten us into.
You're too young to understand what these people
are capable of.
What? Hijo?
We have to keep moving.
When we get to the United States,
you'll have to apply for asylum.
Asylum... get it?
Sí, asylum.
Ehh, don't get too excited.
To them, you're just another "TONK" right now.
TONK?
Territory of Origin Not Known.
Now if we get separated, you're gonna have to know
what to say and Inglés is better.
Okay?
"I am unable to return to Mexico
because I have a well-founded fear of persecution."
- Okay? - Huh?
"I am unable to return to Mex..."
Shit.
Come with me now. Come on.
Rápido!
Over there, over there.
This way.
All right. Come on.
Give me your foot.
Fuck.
Hold it. Hold it, sí.
I learned this from illegals like you.
Okay, now soft, soft. See? No footprints.
There.
Inside.
All right, give me your backpack.
All right. Come on.
All right. All right.
Perfect! Perfect.
All right, get down. Come on.
All right.
Don't move until I come back.
Shh!
Stay quiet. Hide here.
I'm coming back.
Smart girl.
- Again. - I am "a navel"...
"I am unable"... un-able.
I am unable...
To return...
I am unable...
To return...
To "ray-tone."
To return, return, return.
To "ray-tone."
- Return. - "Ray-tone."
Again.
"I am unable to return to Mexico
because I have a well-founded fear."
"I have a well-founded fear."
I have a well-founded fear.
Jerky?
Jeez. Fucking terrible.
Huh?
Is good for desierto.
What?
Oh.
Mmm.
What the... hot.
Ha.
Not the best use of our agua.
Uh. What?
- What? - Mm-hmm.
Gracias.
- Kids? - Mm-hmm.
Uh, sí, uno.
No, uh, hija... daughter.
Daughter.
Ellas... ellas aman father...
much.
Love.
Yeah, well, we're not as close as I'd like.
Still don't have a signal.
We're gonna have to keep moving.
How's that baby?
Still kicking?
Huh?
He'll like that... tu papá.
Happy.
My daughter? Katie.
Katie.
Yeah, well... uh, something happened at work
when she was just a little kid.
Nothing was the same after it.
I became a giant dick...
angry, drinking.
Jill was great at first.
I think she just got tired of trying.
Cómo se dice, uh, "divorced"?
Divorciado.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
I'll bet you're gonna be a much better mom
than I was a father.
Most people, they say that
they'd kill for their kids.
Very few people actually have.
Motherfucker.
Garbage is good.
Garbage means civilization, huh?
Come on.
Huh.
I think it's this way.
"Think"?
I am unab... unable...
I... I am unable...
I am unable to re... to return to Mexico...
I am unable to return to Mexico because I have...
I have a... a well-"funded" fear of...
of the Constitution.
Garrett, it's me.
I think we got a little off course.
Forget that first pin I sent you.
Unable...
I think we're a few miles east.
Use this one instead.
Hey.
Come on.
We're gonna have to go over. Go!
Sons of bitches.
They're trying to run us till they wear us out.
Come on.
Go!
It's okay.
Here. Here.
Here, agua.
You'll feel better.
I could lose my fucking pension over this.
Son of a bitch. Fuck.
Stop!
Ground sensor.
You go anywhere near that,
migra sees us. You... deported.
Are you kidding?
Migra!
You wanna shoot me?
Shoot! Go ahead!
But if you kill us,
border patrol won't stop until they find you.
See you soon.
Huh?
Let's go.
Go, go, go, go! Here.
Get down, get down, get down.
You got your thermals?
Nothing.
Something came through that hole back there.
Let's make another run up Palm Canyon and ride.
I can't believe that actually worked.
Yeah, this is the road.
It's this way.
Hey, buddy.
You made it!
Yeah, you sure you don't wanna drop another pin or two?
Maybe I can drive for another 7 hours and 48 minutes.
I'm standing in the middle of the road with the light on.
- Can you see me? - No.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
The GPS says another ten minutes.
Oh, shit.
We gotta get off the road. Get off the road!
Oh, shit, oh, shit.
Get down!
Turn the light off! Turn the light off!
Shit!
Fucking A!
Go, go, go.
Thanks.
They've been tracking us.
Migra!
Oh, shit!
I see headlights. Is that you?
Yeah, I'm almost on top of you.
Hey, what the hell is going on?
What the fuck did you drive that thing for?
Well, my Honda Civic is not exactly off-road material.
And who's gonna pull me over if I'm driving
a border patrol vehicle with her in the back seat?
Garrett, Maria Elena. Maria Elena, Garrett.
What are you doing with her?
Look, you've known me for a while, right?
In all that time, have you ever seen me break the law?
No.
Well, then I must have a pretty good reason
for doing it, right?
Just get her in the car.
Okay.
Let's go.
What the... ?
No. No.
No.
Oh, Jesus.
Do I have your attention?
Who the fuck is this?
Return to the place you left your truck.
Go now or the next video we send you
will have a much different ending.
No, no.
Oh, fuck.
Hey, I thought you said you were in a hurry.
Hey, Ben. Ben.
He's gonna take good care of you.
- You can trust him. - Don't go.
Wait, you're not coming with us?
I can't.
You remember what I told you?
I... I am unable to return to Mexico...
because I have a well-founded fear of... of persecution.
Take her somewhere safe while she applies for asylum.
Whoa, whoa, hold... where the hell are you going?
Hey, get in the car, Ben.
- Ben. - Hey.
Please.
Come on.
Huh?
You knew I was coming.
Over here, Chief.
Where's she going with my truck?
God damn, Migra.
You smell like one rank-ass motherfucker.
What'd you do, roll around in dog shit?
Gun, wallet, phone.
Follow me, Cuz.
Imagine the number of animals who have died
right where you're standing.
Come, join me.
You gotta be shitting me.
They say in old bullrings like this,
the souls of all the toros who gave their lives
still walk this ruedo.
And if you stand quietly,
you will feel their breath on your face
and hear their charge.
A beautiful place... tradition.
I'm glad you're here, Ben.
Where's my daughter?
Call me Juan Diego.
Where is my daughter?
It's a different type of machismo you have.
It's not Latin, more Anglo.
- The difference is... - Where is my...
Your daughter is fine,
so no need to worry about her,
if you play by the rules.
Rules?
You sent one of your men into her bedroom.
And you took an unborn child away from his father.
Now I can promise you Dante wanted to do a lot more
than just send a video.
I want you to work for me, Ben.
As a man who knows how to cross the border...
What do you need me for?
You got coyotes working for you.
They know the routes better than I ever could.
You sell yourself short, Migra,
especially if you wanna keep your family safe.
If you or anyone who works for you
even sneezes near my family, I swear...
I'll kill you.
There it is. That's what I'm talking about.
Machismo like a cowboy.
Even in your position,
still refusing to back down.
This is all very simple, Ben.
You do as you're told, you tell no one,
and I promise you, your family will be safe.
Now go back to Puerto Libre.
Take a shower. Get some rest.
We will be in contact.
I'd take the door on the left if I were you.
Hey, let's go.
Hmm.
There goes ten months down the drain.
He tried to crawl.
Nice try, buddy.
Uh, the phone's locked.
I mean, I can send it down to the lab,
see if a tech can get anything out of it, but...
Hold this.
Uh.
Amateur.
Dante Zamora.
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