02x07 - Someplace Like Bolivia

[bunniefuu]

Previously, on "sh**t"...

I've known you a long time now,

and the woman I see
is not the woman I once knew.

You're jumpy and you snap at Mary.

What are you doing?

You're saying I have PTSD.

Nice grouping, sweetheart.

You mind if I see how she handles?

Yeah, actually.

Don't have to be a bitch about it.

Move along, sweetheart.

Ouch!

[yelling]

You were right about one thing:

a bunch of t*rrorists
looking to k*ll some Marines.

Atlas exists, and they're coming.

- Marshals are pulling up. Let's move.
- Time to go.

Aren't we gonna wait for the Marshals?

- No.
- We're on our own now.

Zehnder said the cartels

were in bed with a shadowy organization

called Atlas.
Said they even shared a banker...

Some fancy Wharton guy down in Mexico.

That's the group Alexi
said Solotov works for.

Did you talk to Solotov?

- I did.
- Zero out his accounts.

- Open it.
- It's time to go.

What are these? Accounts, passwords?

- Ali, come in.
- He's in the truck with me.

- What the hell?
- He was dead anyway.

[tires screeching]

If we fight, we die. Give me your phone

and your wallet.

[ominous tones]

[indistinct voice on radio]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

We don't get many gringos
with no wallets this far south.

Most of you get rolled in Tijuana.

I told you, we were mugged.

assh*le got everything.

Looks like we're being mugged again.

We can definitely work this out.

Oh, we're gonna
work this out, my friend...

One way or another.

Where are you taking us?

We have family that's gonna miss us.

Everyone has family
that's gonna miss them.

Yeah, but mine's got money.

- Good.
- You're gonna need it,

Mr. Hutchins.

How much is this traffic stop
gonna cost us?

Something like this... No ID,

no way to prove who you are... $ , .

Each.

[buzzer blares]

[tense music]

Welcome to Porta Sol.

Where's my truck?

Impound. It'll be charged against

- your bill.
- Meaning?

Meaning you're never gonna see it again.

That's a problem for me.
That's my dad's truck.

Well, your dad should've
raised a smarter son.

Abre la puerta.

♪ ♪

[g*ns cock]

Are we gonna have a problem here?

No, sir.

Come. Let me show you

around your new home.

- Any ideas?
- Not yet.

[music intensifies]

[dramatic music]

- You looking for something?
- Oh, um...

I couldn't sleep
and I had to do something, so...

That's one heck of an apology.

- [laughs]
- [chuckles]

Do you have the Zehnder
discharge papers?

Uh... [sighs]

You just gotta dig a little deeper.

I've been through these things
back and forth for months.

- How'd you get these?
- Freedom of Information Act.

You normally see reports like this?

Yeah, all the time.

Discharge papers
with the psych report attached?

- Did you ask for this?
- Um...

I required his personnel file
and that's all.

So, I guess it came with it.

Uh-uh.

No, Marine Corps wouldn't
send a psych report.

They're trying to discredit him.

You know, my guess,
"Isaac Johnson" is on this line.

He sold out Bob Lee.

He'd do the same thing to Zehnder.

Can you prove it?

I don't think the Marines
are gonna confirm it.

Actually, one might.

[beep]

Uh, yes, this is Anthony Dowling,

and my business manager said
that there has been a problem

with my account.

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

Oh, he did?

Could I have the new
account number, please?

The thing is, he's on vacation in Fiji.

Then... we'll just have
to wait till he returns...

Shame.

[phone clatters]

[indistinct chatter]

If this is holding,

I don't wanna know
what prison looks like.

Worse, if it's anything
like the jail I was in.

[chuckles] You say that like

you did a -year stretch at Alcatraz.

You were locked up for, what,
two days before you escaped?

Escaped by k*lling two men
with my bare hands.

Don't act like it's haunting you.

- We chose our path.
- Nah.

Some of us had our paths chosen.

We can get to marriage counseling

after we get out of here.
For now, we need a plan.

- The plan is don't die.
- And how long before

Chief Moustache puts us at Carlos', huh?

If these assholes don't try
to k*ll us in here,

Solotov will put it together
when we don't show up in Texas.

I'm all ears, Captain.

Hey.

You fellas need anything?

Tell your story walking.

Don't need to be like that.

Just trying to help.

You're trying to see if I'm a bitch,

and you're about to find out.

- All right, dial it down.
- Yeah.

Why don't you listen to your daddy?

[grunts]

[tense music]

It only gets worse.

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[...] tu madre, pu...

You're not her type.

- That was dumb.
- Hey, I ain't from the 'burbs.

Yeah, but you gotta get tactical.

Be smart.

Pretending to be scared is an advantage.

You gave it up to the first assh*le

that insulted you,

and that assh*le has friends.

You checked Mary's room three times.

Yeah, I know. Sometimes she likes

to play games on it, though.

Unless it's a game of hiding it,

I don't think it's in there.

I'm gonna be late
for picking her up, though.

- You've got over an hour.
- No, I know...

I wanted to stop by the hardware store

and pick up the paint samples
we picked out.

Have you checked your bag?

Uh, no, but I can... uh...

check it.

- It's just for protection.
- What else would it be for?

With everything going on with Bob Lee,

you just... you know, can't be too safe.

Of course.

[sighs]

All right, you're good to go.

Sorry, Julie, but I can't
let you sh**t here anymore.

- Gary, come on.
- You discharged your w*apon

without regard to another sh**t.

You saw what he did, right?

That doesn't matter.

Bo Winnick can be a litigious

son of a bitch.

I'm truly sorry.

- Gary.
- I'm sorry, Julie.

Hey, you.

You coming or going?

Going, unfortunately.

Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah... I'm just worked up.

Bob Lee's out of town, so...

ah, boring stuff. How are you?

- I'm good.
- Yeah?

Yeah, you know how it is.

Bob Lee's out of town, huh?

Yeah, he's hunting with the boys.

Yeah, boys start having fun,
we tend to forget everything.

- Mm, don't I know.
- [laughs]

You know, sometimes the whole

stay-at-home-mom thing
is just a little bit of a drag,

- that's all.
- Yeah, you know, my wife says

- the same thing.
- Yeah?

Yeah, she just can't imagine
how wondrous

and glorious the life
of a traveling salesman is.

- Right?
- [laughing] Yeah.

I've had enough bad
continental breakfasts

- to know better.
- Oh, I can only imagine.

Hey, you know what?
Mary has her First Communion

this weekend at the church,
and they make

a whole deal of it.
They have breakfast there,

so you're more than welcome to come.

And Bob Lee wouldn't miss it
for the world,

so, it'll give you a chance to meet him.

Well, I wouldn't miss it either, then.

Great, I look forward to it.
I'll see you then, okay?

[tense music]

Have a good one.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

You notice the lack of cameras?

It's like they don't want
a record of anything.

Yeah, and check out the guards.

Two of them still have
their safeties on.

And one doesn't have
his mag all the way in.

Too bad they're outside the gate.

Quick squeeze, we'd have a clear path.

Those guys didn't do anything to you.

Wrong place, wrong time.

That's no reason to k*ll.

I don't need a reason anymore,

and I'm not asking permission.

Come on, man.

We used to have a rules, code.

♪ ♪

So, you're gonna tell me
everyone you saw

in your crosshairs deserved a b*llet?

♪ ♪

[bird screeches in distance]

If I ended up sending it, yes.

Well, that's the difference
between me and you.

When they k*lled my wife,
they k*lled my code.

I don't give a sh*t.

[grunts] [coughing]

Well, I do give a sh*t.

Like it or not, we're bound together.

[indistinct chatter]

Just like boot camp.

At least the food
on Parris Island was edible.

Seems to be working for these guys.

[scoffs] Never thought I'd say this,

but I'd k*ll for an MRE right now.

I see at least two egress points.

It's gonna be hard to do
without getting a little bloody.

As long as it's non-lethal.

You said you had to k*ll those guys

to escape last year.

After they tried to k*ll me.

There's a difference.

- Not to me.
- No sh*t.

But this time, it's gonna go my way

or not go at all.

Hey, listen...

- about last year.
- When you set me up?

It wasn't my plan to send those guys

- to k*ll you in prison.
- Well!

You want some of my food?

You were gonna have Payne k*ll me

at the assassination.

You ever dial in a long sh*t...

and at the last moment,
something distracts you?

Maybe the smallest adjustment...
A breath...

Can send your ordinance
a hundred feet away

from the target.

Sounds like a whole lot of bullshit.

I made a series of mistakes, man.

Was Donny's mom one of those mistakes?

♪ ♪

Yeah, she was.

That's all you got?

I think about it every day.

I'm never gonna be
on the right side of it.

That's 'cause there is no right side.

She was years old, living alone,

minding her own business.

Do you have any idea what
Jack Payne would've done to her?

He would've tortured that woman
and laughed while he did it.

He would've cut her to pieces.

I had to do it.

Yeah, it was wrong.

I'm gonna spend the rest
of my life regretting it.

I'm not looking for redemption, Bob Lee.

I am what I am.

Well, at least now
you're telling the truth.

I was surprised to find you local.

Well, after all the bullshit
in Frankfurt,

they transferred me back to the fleet.

Waiting on deployment.
Who's your friend?

This is Jeffrey Denning.
He's a reporter.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Well, brass says I can't
give any statements

- about what happened in Germany.
- Oh, um...

Well, that's not why I'm here.
I need your help.

I need proof that these were faked.

The only way to do that is to

get into the
Marine Records facility here.

Why do you need me?

Because I don't want to file a warrant.

No offense...

I barely know you,

and I really don't know him.

Okay, sh*t got weird after Germany.

- It's best if I stay low.
- Look, I get that.

But these documents connect
to Frankfurt.

And to the CIA heroin.

- I gotta go.
- Hey.

Hey! You know what,

you might be safe here;

Bob Lee isn't.

[soft music]

He's got a wife, a child.

You know you're being hunted.
Don't give me some bullshit

about waiting to be deployed.

You're scared, and you should be.

What's this have to do with that?

I'll explain on the way.

A fire will draw a crowd.

Yeah. Well, just hang back.

We're not gonna fake our way
out of here.

We need those g*ns.

Read about a prison
like this in Argentina,

the guards stand on the outside.

I never believed it.

And once the fire burns,

one of 'em is gonna have to enter.

What about the chief?

They sh**t, we sh**t back.

We don't need any more press.

Ready?

[man shouting in Spanish] _

_

The hell is this?

[shouting] _

No comprende.

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

[lighter clicking]

I told you,
I don't have any money on me.

If you let me make a call,
I can probably get...

This is no longer about paying fines.

I need the contents

of Carlos Cruz's safe.

Who's Carlos Cruz?

[eerie music]

He worked for some very powerful people

who are willing to k*ll
for what you stole,

and I'm the only person standing
in between you and them.

♪ ♪

Well, I don't know any Carlos.

And... I don't know who that is,
but it's not my friend.

[sighs]

Give me the contents of the safe

and you can go free, right now.

Your amigo has to stay, but you go.

♪ ♪

You're thinking about escape?

Maybe using one of those cheap knives

that you grabbed off
of one of those prisoners?

I'm not the one

that you have to worry about, young man.

Everyone in that holding facility

works for the cartel,
one way or the other.

[sighs]

I wish I could be of more help.

♪ ♪

[chuckles] Pendejo.

Take him back to the yard.

Hey, Estella. Do you know where

the juice boxes are we got?
Mary wants to have a picnic.

In the refrigerator, on the door.

- Oh, of course.
- Mary keeps asking

about Bob Lee.

Yeah, I'll talk to her.

Do you know where he is?

Somewhere in Mexico.

Somewhere in Mexico?

I'm used to it. He'll be home soon.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct shouting]

- Change of plans.
- What happened?

They got your face
from a security camera.

Moustache showed me a printout.
It's in the system.

Meaning Solotov will find it. All right.

Let him come.

[shouting] How many times
do I have to tell you

- that we're in this together?
- Not too many more.

- You wanna un-tether the rope?
- Stand down or get put down.

[inmates shouting]

[tense music]

[grunting]

[indistinct shouting]

[shouts]

♪ ♪

[all cheering]

- [whistle blows]
- [buzzer blares]

[whistle continues]

¿Dondé van, amigos?

Should've taken my help.

♪ ♪

[sighs] Okay.

You can access the files,

you just can't remove them.

I'm just looking for confirmation.

You really think it was Johnson?

I don't know who it is,
but he's a likely candidate.

And then what?

Well, if we get someone on record

breaking the law, we start there.

Pull enough cards, and eventually,

the house will collapse.

She seemed off.

Well, she could go
to Leavenworth for this.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

The window for my compassion has closed.

By tomorrow, the cartels
will have heard of you,

and an hour after that,
you will be released

from this facility and never seen again.

Or one of you...

will give me what I requested.

And that person will go free.

♪ ♪

As you wish.

Métanlos.

Welcome to your new prisons.

It's also your toilet.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs] Stay here.

No, give her another five minutes.

It may not be that easy to find.

[sighs]

Excuse me.
Where's your commanding officer?

At mess, ma'am. How can I be of service?

You store records for deployment here.

- I need to see a file.
- No can do, ma'am.

Cut the "ma'am" sh*t
and call Miriam Wagner,

Office of Personnel Management.
I'll be out in one minute.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Agent Memphis, I have
Director Wagner on the phone.

She says she's no longer your boss

and you're of violation
of this facility's protocol.

Is there another way out of here?

Exit in the back,
but you won't be using it.

It's not for me.

[flies buzzing]

- How you holding up?
- Not great.

Really regretting that lunch.

[laughs]

Hey, since we're probably
gonna die here,

why don't you give me a real answer?

On what?

Why you sold me out last year.

Maybe I'm just an assh*le.

Come on, Isaac. We served

with a lot of assholes.

You weren't one of them.

You were the best
long gunman in the Corps,

Bob Lee, so I'm gonna go ahead

and assume that you didn't
spend much time thinking

about your station in life, like I did.

So it was about your ego?

I saw an opportunity, and I took it.

And not for nothing. I was good at it.

Gregson...

she made it seem like
I'd be a force of change.

That doesn't explain
why I had to be sacrificed

in the process.

It wasn't my idea to use you, man.

When that come up, I resisted...

Until I thought of it like a mission.

[eerie tones]

You know, there were a lot
of times I sent you out

into the field,
expecting you to get k*lled.

- That was for the greater good.
- And who gets to decide

what that is, huh?

It's not guys like you and me.

It's always some douche-bag

that's ten levels up
with nothing to risk.

[sighs]

I just... I just wanted to

be the guy to decide for once.

Well, at least tell me
you felt like sh*t

when you came to my house
and saw my daughter.

[soft music]

It was a mission.
I took my emotions out of it.

♪ ♪

I don't believe that sh*t.

We were friends, remember?
Like, good friends.

What, you want me to ask
for your forgiveness?

I don't.

Guess it's like you said:

you're just an assh*le.

[suspenseful music]

[electronic tone]

♪ ♪

[buzzer blares]

[man shouts in Spanish]

- Vámonos!
- [shouts in Spanish]

Despiertate!

Where's he?

♪ ♪

[speaking in Spanish]

Where's my friend?

That no longer matters to you.
¿El carro está listo?

He took the deal, and now you turn

into a delivery service for the cartel?

Your friend admitted

that he took the contents of the safe,

and he agreed to turn 'em over to me.

Wait a second, man. I gotta...

[grunts]

Your friend will not give me what I want

until he sees you free.

So play along, gringo.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Hey.

I'll see you soon, my man.

[country music playing]

♪ ♪

- [items clattering]
- Ouch!

You need to watch where you're going.

Are you kidding me?
I was just standing here.

What are you gonna
do about it, sh**t my ear out?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[crash]

- The hell's wrong with you?
- You need to apologize, assh*le.

Is that what you said to Bo?

Try that sh*t with me, see what happens.

Is that bitch giving
you a problem, Spence?

I don't know.
Are you giving me problems?

Oh, if I decide to give you problems,

you're gonna know.

[chuckling]

Hey, assh*le.

assh*le.

Did you say something?

I really can't hear so good anymore.

You wanna have it out right now?

- Fine.
- Don't try any sh*t.

I'm packing.

[scoffs]

You need to call your boys off
before someone gets hurt.

Oh, somebody already did get hurt.

What do you want? You want an apology?

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, that ain't gonna cut it.

[clears throat] You see,
I can't sleep at night,

my ears are ringing,
lawyer says I have anxiety.

[laughing] And your lawyer's
diagnosing you?

- That's legit.
- Can't work none either.

Mm-hmm.

What do you want... you want me
to pay your medical bills?

- Okay.
- [chuckles] Medical bills.

sh*t, that's just the beginning, honey.

You see...

I know who your husband is. He's famous.

Lawyer says I'm looking
at a hundred, maybe more.

A hundred what? Thousand?

- That's right.
- Hm.

Well, it's gonna be a cold day in hell

before you see anything close to that.

You know who my husband is, huh?

Well, then you know he can
smoke your low-rent ass

from yards away
with a beer in one hand.

Stay the fu... away from me.

[cart clatters]

We'll see about that, sweetheart!

[mariachi music playing]

♪ ♪

Just stretching my legs.

Those boxes are no bullshit.

♪ ♪

[speaking Spanish] _

[continues] _

_

[speaking Spanish] _

_

_

[ominous music]

[grunting, shouting]

[speaking Spanish] _

- [groans]
- [speaking Spanish] _

♪ ♪

All right, guys.

This is a live-or-die moment.

You see anybody else out here?

[speaking Spanish] _

And my friend?

[speaking Spanish] _

Did he tell Aceveda where it is?

All right, well, you're gonna
tell me where the impound is.

And you get the water
'cause you're smart.

You can drink your spit.

[door buzzes]

Has anyone been in here?

She's only been UA for four hours.

[mysterious music]

[drawer slams shut]

She's smart.

It's her only book.

Pretty dry reading.

What is that?

- Her boyfriend?
- Why hide it?

Are those hospital scrubs?
Maybe he's a doctor?

Those aren't scrubs.

♪ ♪

[man speaks Spanish] Get him out.

[lock squeaking]

Time to talk.

I can bring your friend back,
if you prefer.

[tense music]

His truck.

We already searched his truck.

Be more specific.

That's the best I can do.

He had it when you stopped us.

He didn't have it when we got out.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Mételo.

- That's not mine.
- This isn't the Four Seasons.

[grunts]

[door slams shut]

[door rattling]

♪ ♪

[siren chirps]

♪ ♪

[lock clanking, door squeaking]

[engine idling]

- Tú no eres policía.
- Ayuda, ayuda.

¿Qué pasó?

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[door slams shut]

♪ ♪

[dogs barking, panting]

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

[dogs panting]

[dogs growling softly]

♪ ♪

[dogs barking]

♪ ♪

[dogs barking]

sh*t.

[slam]

♪ ♪

[grunting softly]

♪ ♪

[clanking]

♪ ♪

You have a man in custody

that I would very much like
a few minutes with.

- Regarding?
- A stolen shipment of firearms.

I understand your men
may have picked him up.

Would've been traveling with a friend...

White, about six feet.

Let me be clear.

I'm here as your guest.

These men owe you money?
I don't really care.

I only want to know
who sold them the g*ns.

The A*F cares about individual sales?

This wasn't one sale.

It was a part of a big shipment
that originated with the A*F.

So you can see how delicate this is.

And how I have zero interest
in any of this

ending up in any sort
of official record.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

[ominous music]

That's a shame.

♪ ♪

- Yo, hey!
- ¿Que demonios?

- ¿Habla inglés?
- Sí, yes.

Those your dogs?

- Sí.
- Call them over

and get them in the car.

Call 'em!

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Hey! [clicks tongue, whistles]

Vámonos, vámanos, vámanos.

Oiga, aquí.

Vámonos. [whistles]

All right, now get in the front

and the close the door.

[dogs barking]

You open that door,
this ends bad for everybody.

♪ ♪

[quietly] Yes.

[dogs barking]

♪ ♪

I'm taking that bike.
Y'all can have the truck.

♪ ♪

The cartel already knows he's here.

- Has he spoken to anyone?
- Just his friend,

- but I took care of that.
- Meaning what?

Well, they had something
that the cartel wants.

I made a deal for them to give it to me.

- Damn.
- [slams door]

- Deal?
- A very bad one, for them.

My men have very specific instructions.

♪ ♪

Mierda!

Call your men.

♪ ♪

[cell phone beeps]

Straight to voicemail.

Where are the cartel documents?

[phone beeps]

[phone vibrating, motorcycle humming]

He left a note.

♪ ♪

[lock jingling]

♪ ♪

[exhales]

Don't run.

I'm not here to arrest you.

Not for being UA, anyway.

How'd you find me?

The picture.

Yeah, sentiment can be a bitch.

Your brother gets out
of Mansfield in four months.

Reduced sentence, right around the time

you heard the name Hugh Meachum.

Somebody paid off this mortgage.

- It's his house.
- It was going to foreclose.

He needed a place to stay
when he got out.

[ominous music]

- He made a mistake.
- Yeah, so did you.

Who asked you to sign your name
to Zehnder's psych evals?

- I know it wasn't Johnson.
- Memphis, you have no idea

- the sh*t you just stepped in.
- Yeah, I get that a lot.

Start talking...

or your brother's old charges
are gonna magically reappear.

[dramatic piano music]

- Not here.
- Why?

Because if you found me, they can.

[Jordan Max "Out of Luck]

♪ ♪

♪ Storms overhead ♪

♪ It makes it harder to get outta bed ♪

♪ But the jaw had a friend ♪

♪ Of lifting my spirit till the end ♪

♪ Some choices are wrong, others fade ♪

♪ No bad without reason,
life for the pain ♪

♪ No matter what stage of the game ♪

♪ There's always more people ♪

♪ To lead you astray ♪

♪ While the fires blaze ♪

♪ Thousand more demons left to slay ♪

♪ Only the good shall remain ♪

♪ Repairing the bridges,
sealing the gates ♪

♪ The other day, everything was cool ♪

♪ Like a flower in the days of bloom ♪

♪ And by the time, even after ♪

♪ Lost precious time,
couldn't see the clues ♪

♪ ♪

[door squeaks]

[door slams shut]

- Hey, babe.
- Hey, where you been?

- Jeez, you look like hell.
- Yeah.

- I got into a jam in Mexico.
- Okay, where's Isaac?

Bob Lee, is he dead?

I don't know. But Solotov got Ali.

No. What?

Baby this thing's gonna get worse
before it gets better.

You and Mary and Estella,
you gotta get...

[horn honks]

[sighs] Damn it.

What? Who the hell is here?

All right, sweetie,
this is very important.

No matter what happens,
from this point forward,

as far as you know, I was away hunting

- for a few days, okay?
- Okay, yeah.

But what's going on?

Why the hell is the sheriff here?

Hunting.

Morning, Sheriff.

Little early for a social call, huh?

Yeah, I wish it was.

All right, well, what kind of trouble

do you think I got myself into?

Yeah, there's trouble, all right,

but it ain't about you.

- Julie in there?
- Yeah, I'm right here.

♪ ♪

Julie, you know a man named Bo Winnick?

♪ I'm out of luck ♪

Uh, yeah, I do.

You thr*aten to have Bob Lee k*ll him?

♪ Those tales of us,
broken by a friend of love ♪

Bo's filing charges against you.

Might wanna call a lawyer.

♪ Damaged goods ♪

♪ Those tales of us,
broken by a friend of love ♪