Dirty Games (2026)

[bunniefuu]

(dramatic music)

(radio static)

(Lee grunting)

(punches thudding)

Where is she?

Where is she?

(punches thudding)

(punches thudding)

Where is she?

(Jaime grunting)

(ominous music)

(approaching footsteps)

(Jaime breathes heavily)

I need you to tell me,

hey, where's my g*dd*mn wife, Lee, huh?

Where is she?

Where's my wife?

(Lee yells in pain)

(man panting)

(Lee whimpering)

Look Lee, it doesn't have to be like this.

We could both walk away from this.

If you just tell me where she is.

(Lee grunting)

(hammer clatters)

You're a f*cking sh*t cop, you know that?

f*ck you.

Yeah, f*ck me?

Hey, you're gonna tell me?

I ain't gonna tell you sh*t.

f*ck you.

(punches thudding)

f*ck, m*therf*cker!

How do you do it?

Do what, dickhead?

Piss you off?

You already seemed a little pissed off.

Ease up a little bit,

you might hurt yourself

with these f*cking haymakers.

f*cking shame.

You could try.

Oh, you won't find her.

Where is she?

Where's my wife?

(Lee chuckles)

Tell you one thing, she was kind.

Little too kind for you.

She was so kind.

You don't f*cking

talk about her like that,

like she's your f*cking friend!

She was my friend, man, she is my friend.

Yeah?

-Is that what friends do?

-Yeah.

f*cking take a mother away from her kids?

Leave my kids without a mother.

Leave me, your brother

without a f*cking wife?

Yeah.

No.

I'm gonna f*cking find out where she is.

You're gonna f*cking tell me.

You're gonna f*cking tell me.

(James c*ck g*n)

(Lee panting)

Jaime, James, whatever, listen, man.

-Don't.

-Don't what?

We're partners, man, we're cops.

Brothers in arms, all that sh*t.

I don't know what happened to your wife.

I loved her, man.

What the f*ck you say?

Well, come on, not like that dumb a*s.

Okay, maybe a little bit.

You know what kind of

a*s she has, you've seen it.

You married her... f*ck you!

Where the f*ck is she?

Where is she?

You're gonna f*cking tell me.

You're gonna f*cking tell me, Lee.

(dramatic music)

Shut the f*ck up.

(pensive music)

f*ck, please God, stop.

Yeah, son of a b*tch

ain't going to help you right now, Lee.

(Lee yelling and grunting)

You're gonna tell me

where the f*ck she is,

you piece of sh*t.

Oh, dang.

(Jaime kicks Lee)

(Lee chokes)

Stop!

(Lee coughing and choking)

Enough!

Oh, we're done, we're done.

Look, I told you I could

do this on my own, okay?

Yeah, what you told

me, that's not what you're-

Do not be the chicken sh*t.

That's not what we talked about.

Get that b*tch out right now, okay?

This isn't what we talked about, man.

It's not what we talked about.

(pensive music)

You know who I am?

Mark f*cking Russell, I

haven't seen you in a while.

You forget I'm a cop

there, Marky Mark, huh?

A cop?

What does this mean?

You can m*rder people's family, walk away?

You're barking up the

wrong tree there, buddy.

Barking up the wrong f*cking tree.

Being a cop is what you do?

That's nice.

Gia, Remember my wife?

38 years old, stabbed six times.

Ring a bell?

I know.

And Julia, man,

laid down right next to her.

(pensive music)

How do you explain that?

Ear to ear, scythed like nothing.

(pensive music)

Nothing?

That's all you got?

(cigarette crackling)

(pensive music)

You are nothing.

(Lee gets hit)

Oh my God,

dude f*ck that piece of sh*t.

Oh, f*ck, oh, f*ck.

Oh f*ck.

Are you sure, man?

Yes, I'm sure.

Like how sure?

How could you be sure?

Mark, I'm sure.

How sure, man?

Like he didn't even say anything yet.

What does that matter, man?

Okay, we know what we know.

Okay, look, my wife's

shoes in the trunk of his car,

your wife's glasses in

the glove compartment

and a large blood covered knife

underneath the passenger

side seat, I mean...

Okay.

Okay, so let's...

f*ck, let's just say...

Okay, so let's just say for

sure, 100% it's him, we know it.

I mean, are we at that point?

We can just give him up and

send him away and figure it out.

Don't give me that sh*t, Mark.

It's too late for that now.

We both know that.

Look, if we don't finish

this off tonight, okay?

My wife is going to be dead, just like-

Yeah, just like mine, but you can say it.

Look, it's done.

This needs to be done, okay?

We know he did it.

Look, look man.

We got to get this done tonight, okay?

If we don't, the guy's tied up out there,

beat to a bloody f*cking pulp,

they're going to put us

away for t*rture, Mark.

So how, so exactly

how are you sure it's him?

Like how do you know it's him?

Look, I've worked with the

guy for many years, okay?

I know him better than he knows himself.

Now you got to make up your mind.

Whose side are you on?

It's not a side thing,

I just, I mean, it's just, that's it.

I just don't know how far

you're willing to take this.

Like where is it supposed to go?

As far as I need to take

it to find my g*dd*mn wife.

Okay, all right, man.

All right, man.

All right.

You stay in here,

you keep watching the monitors,

I'm gonna f*cking finish this.

Oh f*ck.

(ominous music)

[Dispatch] The rumbling, the reporting

of a man screaming coming

from a house at the docks.

Not sure if it's Tody Lane or Alex Lane

but please stand by for more.

You're f*cked now, Jaime.

No one played them on

sticker for you, as*h*le?

(Jaime punches Lee)

(dramatic music)

[Jaime] All right, well, that sounds like

we need to speed things up here, okay?

f*cking p*ssy.

Hey, hey.

Hey, Lee, give me the f*cking password.

Password Lee, now.

f*cking password, Lee.

(Lee panting)

Untie me.

Untie me, p*ssy,

'cause I ain't giving you

no f*cking password.

Password, you piece of sh*t.

Untie me, f*ck.

Come on, untie me, I'll beat your a*s.

I ain't telling you sh*t, b*tch.

(ominous music)

Look man, just need the f*cking password.

(dramatic music)

How are those new yoga

pants I bought her, huh?

f*cking password, you piece of sh*t cop.

Oh f*ck, f*ck man, oh sh*t.

Oh my God.

Password, Lee.

Fine, Jaime, fine.

You know, your kind are

always so f*cking predictable.

You K*llers, you're all the f*cking same.

Just can't help but take

pictures of your trophies,

of your kills.

Oh, shut the f*ck up, Jaime,

you know that's a cold case, come on.

Bullshit!

Smarter than that, you dumb a*s.

Bullshit, who's gonna believe that?

The whole f*cking department, dumb a*s.

Captain is gonna believe it.

A cop who's been there a few years,

guy they trust?

Sorry it's not you,

especially after this. (laughs)

Well, we'll see who they trust

after they see these photos, you sick f*ck.

[Lee] Oh yeah.

(Lee laughs and pants)

I tried to help her though,

I really tried to help her.

What the f*ck you say?

Hey, hey, what the f*ck did you just say?

Hey, hey, what the f*ck did you just say?

Oh, you

found the bodies?

What the f*ck are you talking about?

That's what she asked me.

Lee, who told you that?

Ellie.

(ominous music)

Lee, where's Ellie?

Yeah, she told me.

Poor, poor Ellie.

Where's my g*dd*mn wife?

Loveless sham of a marriage.

Married to a d*ck less, cheating husband.

Yeah, I tried to help her.

Why me?

You had to pay.

We both know the truth, James.

Which one of us is really

going to fess up first, huh?

(pensive music)

For your sake, it best be you.

My sake, Jaime?

Who's the one beating a guy

within an inch of his f*cking life, huh?

Over some paper thin f*cking theory

that me, a cop, is a f*cking serial k*ller.

No, no, you twist things, okay?

You f*cking m*rder people, Lee.

Prove it, f*cking detective.

Your phone.

Cold case, Jaime, come on.

Sammy down in tech will

cross reference my phone,

which will probably be

found in my f*cking pocket.

They'll know.

You never were that smart of a guy, Lee,

but you better start

wising up real f*cking fast.

Stop f*cking about,

start telling me where my

f*cking wife is or I swear to God!

You told me not to ask God for help.

So don't you swear to

God, you f*cking p*ssy.

You and I both know my fate was sealed

once you and that dipshit in there, Mark,

dragged my a*s in here.

So don't threaten me with f*cking pain,

don't threaten me with death.

I made my peace with it.

Comes with the trade.

Yeah, being a f*cking k*ller?

Being a f*cking cop.

But maybe you're right,

maybe I'm not as bright as you think I am.

f*ck it, right?

(Lee panting)

Pull the f*cking trigger, b*tch.

I'm bored.

(Lee panting)

You're really not

going to tell me, are you?

(Lee laughs, pants)

What do you think, smart guy?

Yeah, I guess that's it for you, buddy.

(phone vibrates)

Are you gonna get that?

(phone vibrates)

[Announcer] Mail, m*therf*cker!

Lee, where the hell are you?

Why the f*ck have you booked

out the safe house in Duggary?

You better just come and explain.

Would you look at that?

I guess I didn't need you after all.

Just your phone, and captain.

Wait, James.

(upbeat music)

Leave her alone, Jaime.

Hey, leave her alone!

Leave her alone!

Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Get the f*ck away from me.

Okay, okay, what about him?

What are we doing?

Okay, he k*lled your family, right?

Rob, do you have everything?

End it.

k*ll him, chop him up, burn the place down,

lose my f*cking number, okay?

We're done here.

(pensive music)

You gonna k*ll a f*cking cop, Mark?

I don't see no f*cking badge.

f*cking idiots, both of you.

But especially you.

I always felt bad for you, Mark.

Lost everything in one night,

been locked up ever since.

DUIs, misdemeanours.

f*ck, I never clocked

you for a f*cking m*rder*r.

You know, I never clock people like you.

Protect and serve.

All that bullshit you guys read

and turn out to do this.

Look at you.

f*ck's so funny, dude?

I just want to make it right.

But I guess always learn

something new every day.

Yeah, I guess we do.

But you still got a whole

lot of sh*t to learn, buddy.

Especially of our

little partner over there.

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

[Dispatch] We're getting close,

multiple sighting of...

Hear that?

They're getting closer, Mark.

Who do you think they're

going to sh**t at first, huh?

Shut the f*ck up.

What the f*ck you laughing at?

The f*ck's so funny?

How did you not pick up on it?

Have you found the bodies?

I mean, come on, weren't

you f*cking listening?

Or are you too busy missing your family,

you pathetic f*cking b*tch?

f*ck you!

Shut the f*ck up.

What's so f*cking funny, man?

What's so f*cking funny?

I got every right

not to give two f*ck

about you and your

f*cking family, jerk off.

(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)

I know you know you got the wrong guy.

Yet you're still here.

Yet you're still here with

the g*n in your f*cking hand.

You got the wrong guy, dumb a*s.

Why'd you say, have I found the bodies?

Have you found the bodies?

What does that mean?

Then why'd you say that about the bodies

if you're so f*cking innocent, man?

(Lee laughing)

Stop f*cking laughing at

me, stop f*cking laughing!

This sh*t is not a f*cking joke, man.

This sh*t is f*cking

real, dude, this sh*t's real.

Well, then be f*cking smarter.

(Lee panting)

(pensive music)

So why did you say that

about the bodies if

you're so innocent, huh?

(pensive music)

Because that's what

his f*cking wife asked me.

Hi, honey.

[Lee] The minute she

found out it was him.

(g*nsh*t rings out)

(dramatic music)

(lady whimpering)

(dramatic music)

Relax, calm down.

They're only rubber b*ll*ts.

I agreed to put her up in a safe house

until I arrested him.

f*ck you!

Oh, honey, we got to talk.

I was on my way there to talk to her

until you two f*ck

popped up behind me.

(dramatic music)

(car engine turns over)

(people fighting)

(dramatic music)

f*ck me, wait.

(dramatic music)

(vehicle starts)

(dramatic music)

Next thing you know,

I wake up to him punching

me over and over again,

and your pathetic a*s

is standing by in the

f*cking room over there,

just watching, twiddling

your f*cking thumbs.

No, no, no, no, no, you're wrong,

you're wrong, you're wrong.

No.

No, no, I'm not.

I heard him mention your

wife's glasses in there.

Boy can never keep his voice down.

Was his biggest issue.

I worked that case with him.

You know for a fact nobody missed,

you know for a fact nobody mentioned

any missing glasses.

Not once.

(dramatic music)

Just look at that f*cking

g*n you're holding.

Do standard issues

come with the f*cking

attachment for a sil*ncer?

Come on.

You've been played, Mark.

(dramatic music)

Hear all that?

Oh man, we're out of time.

(dramatic music)

f*ck!

(dramatic music)

[Reese] Sir, it's

late, I just want to get.

[Boss] You wait, nothing

major, just hang back,

take the licence plates, the usual.

[Reese] It's my weekend off, deacon,

I was meant to clock off an hour ago.

[Boss] Just do it, Reese, I'm not asking.

-Yep, fine, okay.

-Cheers.

[Reese] f*ck!

(dramatic music)

(car engines rumbling)

Yo, yeah.

Five minutes already, all right.

What are you saying tonight?

Going home, bro.

-Come out.

-Nah, man.

Come on, man, stop

being a p*ssy hole, it's Friday.

So?

So?

Listen, I got a link to

a party, you get me?

Everything you want, cuz, yeah?

Dizzle, ket, weed, pills, dumb,

some of that booger sugar get me?

Everything you want will be there, fam.

And it'll basically just be galdem.

Yeah, but some of us

have a galdem to go home to.

Your girl's a sket though.

You say that again and

I'll break your f*cking face.

Just come, man.

Nah, man, I'm getting

this sh*t done and I'm off.

(ominous music)

And it's a website like YouTube.

f*cking hell, you buy

some right sh*t, you know?

I have to rip off that.

No, this is different, man, I promise.

It's 170 a year

and you get to watch as

many classes as you want.

-Why?

-To learn sh*t.

What sh*t?

Anything I want.

Like what?

Like Serena Williams teaches tennis,

Gordon Ramsay teaches cooking.

Oh my God, exactly this is what I mean.

Wait, man, wait.

You can learn how to write a book,

Martin Scorsese teaches filmmaking,

Samuel Jackson teaches acting.

The list goes on there.

I'm sorry, but you?

Why would you want to learn

that stuff from those people?

Pointless.

You serious?

-Yes.

-Why then?

Doesn't matter, man, just keep driving.

Oh God, is it something serious?

No, is it, f*ck man.

I can pull over if you want me to.

No, we're not f*cking,

carry on f*cking driving, what the f*ck?

Tell us then.

You having a moment?

No, just keep driving, shut up.

Are you serious?

What is it, go on?

I was just thinking.

I was just thinking about writing a book.

You?

f*ck off, man.

Laugh.

What are you gonna do?

Sell fake watches like one

of them lucky lucky, man?

No, f*ck off.

What then?

I've got it all planned out.

Well then, I'm ready.

Nah, bro, you f*cked it.

Nah, come on, man, I want to hear it.

Go on.

-f*ck, all right.

-Spit it out.

-All right, well I'm...

-Spit it out, man.

I'm thinking.

Hurry up, fam, what's wrong with you?

I was thinking about...

Take your time, man, breathe.

All right, I'm gonna

start my own c*ck bar.

c*ck bar?

You're joking.

Nah, I put a deposit down.

What are you talking about?

Saved up, Ricky, I

saved my f*cking money.

I don't want to be doing

this sh*t for the rest of my life.

I didn't want to be this

65-year-old single bloke.

Taking orders from people,

I wanna f*cking be free, you know?

Yeah, I get that, it's f*cking

mint mate, but come on.

You're living in a f*cking fairytale.

It's not how life is.

This is it, bro.

Stop dreaming cuz, life ain't

f*cking magical, you get me?

You earn your money

to get by, and that's it.

That's life, fam.

Get used to it, stop f*cking dreaming.

(dramatic music)

Yeah, but it could be more though.

How could it?

How could it be more?

It just could.

(dramatic music)

Thought you said hang back.

Do you wanna get home tonight or what?

Yes, but f*cking... But what?

So you're just gonna sit in

the middle of a car park then

because they're not gonna notice

a f*cking vehicle parked in there?

No, first one will turn up,

they'll see us, then

abandon the drop, yeah?

Then we tell Deacon it was a no show

and I can get home, done.

Someone's going to

get back to the missus.

She promise you a bluzz at night or what?

My baby's sick, Charlie.

Soz.

It's all good, dickhead.

(vehicle approaching)

Is that his whip?

I don't know, they don't tell you sh*t.

Pull up in front of him

and leave your lights on.

(dramatic music)

What do we do now?

Just wait, they'll give us a signal.

sh*t, I'll give him a course,

taking piss, man.

(phone dialing)

Who the f*ck is that?

-f*cking brilliant.

-Plan B.

-This is f*cking bad, man.

-Wait and see if they go.

And this is all on you.

f*cking mad, it's f*cking mad.

What the f*ck is that?

What does it look like?

It's a f*cking g*n, you idiot!

I know it is you bell end,

but why have you got

an unlicensed g*n in your care, mate?

We're in now, yeah?

So we're gonna deal with this protocol.

-That is not protocol.

-Pull your sh*t together.

f*ck, man.

Undercover pigs bro, f*ck!

Bro, they've been taped, man.

sh*t!

Get out of the car.

f*ck.

Bro, what the f*ck are you doing?

Shut the f*ck up, p*ssy.

What are you doing here?

Police, walk towards us

with your hands in the air.

You two should go, ain't worth it.

Just come away from the car, buddy.

What for?

We haven't done anything.

Why don't you walk towards us

with your hands in the air,

show us you're not carrying?

f*ck you!

Ricky, what the f*ck, man?

Shut the f*ck up!

I'm calling for backup.

No, no back up.

Why?

You, get out the car.

Don't sh**t, don't sh**t.

Careful sunshine.

Serious time if you sh**t, you know.

-Who's in the car?

-How the f*ck do we know?

You f*cking b*tch.

Give yourselves up,

be easier for all of us.

Why don't you just let us go home?

Just let us go, go the f*ck home now,

you f*cking pigs!

This is your final warning.

Walk towards us, put the

g*n down, or we open fire.

Thank God, f*cking Ben.

Drop the g*n, it's over.

They've got us.

Throw it in front of you.

Do it.

(pensive music)

Hands on your heads.

(pensive music)

Step out to the side of the vehicle.

Get on your knees.

And you.

(pensive music)

Get a move on.

I'm gonna cuff you now.

If you move, I'll sh**t.

(pensive music)

(g*nshots ring out)

(people wailing and grunting)

Go ahead.

-Get up.

-Please, please, man.

Up.

(man wails and sobs)

Listen, listen, listen, man.

Get down on your f*cking knees.

[Ted] Listen, you don't

need to do this, man.

I'm getting up, I'm gone,

bro, I didn't see sh*t!

Please, please, let me go.

Just let me go.

Just let me go.

That's a really cute story, Ted,

but it's not gonna work for me.

(man opens fire)

(vehicle beeps)

(vehicle starts)

(pensive music)

[Announcer] If any of you

will spend the next 12 hours,

I'll give you each $10,000.

Or your next of kin in

case you don't survive.

Not now.

[Announcer] Ah, but

here come our other guests.

It was my wife's idea

to have our guests come in funeral cars.

She's so amusing.

Car is ready.

It's about g*dd*mn time.

I've been watching this classic horror film

waiting for you to call.

Level one parking structure

on Main, the red Tesla.

Once you're inside, follow

the coordinates on the screen.

Don't snoop, just get in the car and go.

Call me when you arrive at the destination.

(dramatic music)

(man coughs)

(dramatic music)

(man coughs)

(dramatic music)

-I'm here.

-You're already too late.

What?

You didn't give me a time limit.

What are you talking about?

[David] Sorry.

David, what the f*ck is going on?

-We're running out of time.

-What?

David.

Don't panic.

Don't struggle.

Don't make a sound.

What you're feeling right

now is the barrel of a GL*CK

pressed to the back of your head.

Now, pass me the phone.

Eyes forward.

Eyes forward.

Okay, okay.

This your car?

[Mr. Silhouette] Not exactly.

Eyes forward.

Unlucky for you, but lucky for us,

you chose the right

car to break into tonight.

Okay, okay.

What do you want, man?

Money?

[Mr. Silhouette] This is about

more than little pieces of paper, Jacob.

You know my name.

How do you know my name?

Did David put you up to this?

[Mr. Silhouette] You

ask a lot of questions

for someone at the receiving end of a g*n.

-I want to know.

-Know what?

I wanna know why you think

you can break into people's

cars in the middle of the night.

[Jacob] I don't know, man, f*ck.

[Mr. Silhouette] Don't

give me that, you know.

Just like I know why I do what I do.

What do you do?

[Mr. Silhouette] I catch

pieces of sh*t like you,

now stop asking questions.

I needed the money, man, need.

[Mr. Silhouette] Needs by definition,

are necessities of life.

This sounds like a want.

No, it's not, I needed

the money for meds, man.

-You're sick?

-Yes.

(dramatic music)

[Mr. Silhouette] I'm sick too.

[Jacob] Maybe, maybe we

can help each other out then.

[Mr. Silhouette] You're

already helping me out

and you don't even know it.

Your sickness, what is it?

You really want to know?

COPD, diagnosed two years ago.

My insurance wouldn't cover it.

Hell, no insurance would

cover unemployed, overweight,

40-something year old,

fat f*cking piece of sh*t.

So I do what I do, I steal cars

and I sell them for scrap metal.

What the f*ck was that?

(Jacob coughs)

Settle down there, Jacob.

You're going to trigger

another coughing fit.

Those are the screams of your friend.

David, was it?

f*ck.

(David coughs)

Okay, okay, you know

my name, what is yours?

[Mr. Silhouette] You

can call me Mr. Silhouette.

Are you going to k*ll me, Mr. Silhouette?

(ominous music)

Yes, I am.

For trying to steal a f*cking car?

No, Jacob, not for stealing a car.

Because my associates and I need you.

More specifically,

we need what's inside of you.

(ominous music)

[Jacob] I'm sorry, man.

(phone vibrates)

This one is a little

different from the last.

He's sick.

How am I supposed to salvage this

or even use it upon myself?

[Caller] No problem.

[Mr. Silhouette] You said this one

was in pristine condition.

We paid very good money for this,

almost at premium rate.

[Caller] You wanted

someone with working organs,

you got someone with working organs.

This will have to do, but next time,

my associates and I

expect full transparency.

When we ask for medium rare,

we expect medium rare.

Not this f*cking slop.

[Caller] Understood.

What are you waiting for?

Do it.

Go on.

You won't make it very far.

You know this, I know this.

I'm sorry.

Please, please don't r*pe me.

Please, I beg you.

Anything but that.

You could f*cking k*ll me,

but please just don't r*pe!

-Shut up!

-Okay, okay.

Anything but f*cking sliding-

Shut the f*ck up.

Shut the f*ck up!

I am the one in control

here, not you, Jacob.

You listen to me, understand?

(ominous music)

(man laughs)

I'm not...

I'm not going to r*pe you, Jacob.

I'm going to eat your lungs

and take away all of your sickness.

What?

Don't cry.

Flesh is intended for a

greater purpose, Jacob.

I do not want to be intended

for greater purpose, please.

I'm sorry.

It is a black omen to allow this sickness

to win you over.

To take the very flesh from your bones,

to take the thoughts

from your brain, Jacob.

Please forgive me, I'm sorry.

That is why I do what I must.

I do what I must in order to

sustain myself and my associates.

Please.

We take from those

who do not appreciate what

they have and apply to us, us.

We want to go on and live long,

happy lives.

(Jacob sobs)

I'm sorry.

f*ck!

Hello?

Take it to your grave.

(Jacob grunting and struggling)

(g*nsh*t fires)

(pensive music)

Did you f*cking k*ll him?

You're going to let me go, right?

I mean, we made a deal.

We made a deal.

[Mr. Silhouette] And just like Jacob,

you shall not feel pain.

You shall live onwards in me and others.

[David] No, no, no, f*ck you, man.

(man opens fire)

(ominous music)

The job is done.

Collect the cargo,

clear off the entire

location, move on to the next.

And make sure this next one is clean

and in pristine condition.

Oh, and remember, medium rare.

Understand?

Medium rare.

(upbeat music)

Mi amor.

Pleasure to see you

again after all these years.

You haven't changed, always ravishing.

Alvaro, I didn't think

I'll be seeing you again.

This is my stunning

assistant, Gabriela Flores.

Gabriela, meet Maxine Voron.

Call me Max.

And don't forget about me.

What can I do for you?

Gabby?

50K a kilo, Tijuana, right at the border.

I'm surrounded by

powder, I don't need more.

That's not what I heard.

I hear you wanna move

to the Silicon Valley.

Demand, money, power.

For 50K, I can get it here.

No, not like this.

This kind hasn't even hit California yet.

For 60K delivered

here, I'll take all the risk.

Tijuana's as far as we're willing to go.

Okay, we'll take half the risk.

The real risk is at the border.

Delivered in San Diego will be at cost.

Not in San Diego, here.

You know what's at the border?

A wall and soldiers.

Tijuana is as far as we're going to go.

For 75K, we'll bring it to

San Diego on one condition.

Keep talking, I'm listening.

This is ridiculous.

We'll deliver in San Diego,

but we'll need trucks with

American licence plates.

Give us a moment.

What the f*ck are you doing?

You think you can cut deals now?

Shut the f*ck up.

Don't say another word back there.

(closes door)

(ominous music)

What was that about?

Nothing.

Heard my answer.

If I bring it here,

what do I need you for?

I'll go to the Silicon

Valley myself without you.

I'll take the empire.

You will need my permission here.

Maxim, forgotten who I am?

Who you are?

Where you came from?

Easy, Bato, easy.

(upbeat music)

I remember.

I remember very well.

Now, you remember this:

This is a new day and a new world.

And in this world, you need

my permission to breathe,

to walk, and to exist.

Next time you do something like this,

I'm gonna take your ba*ls.

(pensive music)

Everything you have.

That wasn't very wise, mi amor.

This isn't over.

Gabby?

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

The delivery will come today at midnight.

Everything is ready.

And Alvaro?

He's gone.

That reminds me, I have something for you.

(ominous music)

What is it?

His ba*ls, as you requested.

He won't need them anymore.

Small size, that we used.

(glasses clink)

(upbeat music)