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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 Kn*fe?

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?

-f*ck you.

Where is she?

Well done, Mr. Montano.

You have passed the audition.

Where is Sara?

-You won't be needing the g*n.

-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 k*ll 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 f*ckin' 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 dr*gs,

g*ns, and young women

across the border

from the US to Mexico.

What do they have to do with me?

I want you to k*ll 'em all.

You can't be f*cking 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 sh*t.

-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 k*ll 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.

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 sh*t.

-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 k*ll 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.

-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 dr*gs.

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 f*cking 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 k*ll people,

and he's associated

to your wife.

As far as we know,

he's the one that planted

the b*mb 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 f*ckin' 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 sh*t.

No one does sh*t around here

anymore without Labarca.

You get caught

dealing with your friend,

and you'll end up digging

the hole for both of you.

-f*ck you!

-f*ck 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 g*n 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.

f*ck.

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 f*cking-- 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.

Romn, 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 k*lled everyone.

I told you

when we first met, man.

We're in this together.

We've never been face-to-face

with f*cking 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 f*cking 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 dr*gs

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!

f*ck.

Get in the car.

Get in the f*cking car!

Hey!

He was just trying to help.

"He was just trying to help."

Get the f*ck 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 f*ck out!

Am I not making myself clear?

Get out!

m*therf*cker.

Well, you know

what's gonna happen

if you keep following me, right?

You're gonna get k*lled.

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 K*llers.

My shoulder

is k*lling 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 f*ck 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 f*cking spine.

You can k*ll me later.

But for now, I need you

to focus on that list of names.

m*therf*cker!

-Shut up.

-Shut up?

One, two, three, four, five.

He's got your...

Whatever.

Some water, Chris?

What Romn is saying is that--

I don't give a sh*t

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 Romn to stick here,

be quiet

and not to touch any g*ns

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 k*ll 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 f*cking 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 k*ll me.

Because if you were...

that pretty much

makes you an assassin.

They have my wife.

If I don't do this,

they will k*ll her.

Sorry.

But you think

this is gonna end by k*lling?

That Jade's just gonna...

she's just gonna

let you walk away?

Who the f*ck is Jade?

Jade.

If you do this,

Jade is a cold-hearted bitch

who's gonna k*ll 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 clich.

Plus, I'm trying to quit.

You want a drink?

You should have a drink.

You look a little nervous.

Come on, m*therf*cker!

Come on, m*therf*cker!

Put all the g*ns 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 assh*le type.

Yeah, but you

f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*cking car.

Just go get

the f*cking 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 assh*le

to the sun.

You gotta love him, right?

I like that.

Don't move.

I suggest you put the g*n 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 b*llet

in your f*cking 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 k*ll you!

I don't know what kind of sh*t

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 f*ck do you want?

Isla, put the g*n 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 f*ck is she?

Five more minutes

and we're gone.

She's here.

It's about f*cking time.

Jade. It's so nice to--

Let's get this sh*t 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 m*therf*cker. m*therf*cker!

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 k*ll him.

Maya.

You just made the biggest

mistake of your life, assh*le.

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 f*cking 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

k*ll him for pushing his luck.

Make the payment.

250,000, it's all yours.

-Good doing business with you.

-You're welcome.

What the f*ck?

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 f*ck is Sara?

Don't move.

Son of a bitch.

Don't move, fucker.

Do not f*cking move.

Hand me that g*n now.

Now!

Give me the g*n.

So, before I k*ll

this m*therf*cker,

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 f*cking 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 f*cking lie too?

-No, no, no, no.

-It was!

My father was Joaquin Labarca.

Head of the Labarca cartel.

The f*ck 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 f*cking 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 k*ll 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 k*ll 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 k*lled his wife.

You don't have to be

so f*cking amused by it.

What can I say?

I mean, appreciate

a hard day's work.

You f*cking 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 f*cking trust you.

You don't have to trust us,

assh*le.

Just got to do as you're told.

Or once I've sh*t you,

I'll k*ll 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 sh**t her or s*ab her?

Shut the f*ck up!

A lot of blood in the photo.

Is he telling the truth?

-Did you-- Did you k*ll 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 f*cking 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.

f*ck 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 f*cking knew it.

Dad, Dad, Dad. Dad.

Hey, over there, little girl.

Get over there!

You point

that g*n on me, assh*le.

assh*le? What makes me

the assh*le in this scenario?

Hmm? Explain.

Tell me why you and I

are so f*cking different.

I mean, you just spent the last

six hours k*lling people.

You know, in fact,

you've probably k*lled

more people than I have.

So how am I the f*cking assh*le?

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, m*therf*cker!

Oh, all out of b*ll*ts?

Pretty f*cking 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!
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