Bad Hombres (2023)

[bunniefuu]

[soft music]

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Take my cousin too.

He's the best roofer.

Better than you?

Thank you.

Oh, sorry.

I don't speak Spanish.

Hey.

If you're looking for

work, go out there.

Don't look for work here.

Hey, get the hell out

of here, g*dd*mn it!

No.

No.

Ah.

[chime]

Hey.

Hey, what did I tell you?

You cannot solicit in here.

You understand?

Do you speak English?

You cannot solicit in here.

Is there a problem here?

They can't solicit in here.

They.

I'm sorry.

Did my friend just solicit you,

or did you make an assumption

based on the color of his skin?

I'm sorry.

Apologizing to the

wrong f*cking guy, mate.

I'm sorry.

Don't be ashamed, man.

See, I shouldn't even

assume that you're a man

or how you identify.

Hey, do you sell

ice bandages here?

No.

It's a hardware store.

How about a toe strap?

Thanks, man.

So you're looking for a job?

Forgive me for assuming.

Yes.

Sweet.

Sweet.

Actually, I need two

kinds for this job.

I need someone with a car, a

car or a truck or something,

you know.

Ass is packed tighter

than a nun's nasty.

You got one, a truck, that is?

Yes.

Yes, good.

Two for two!

What's your name, amigo?

Felix.

Felix, like Felix?

Felix the cat?

[laughs]

I'm just kidding.

It's a good name, bro.

So, Felix, I got

maybe, let's say

150 apiece for a little filthy

trabajo on my uncle's ranch.

What do you say?

Yes.

Yes, good.

Yeah, I f*cking--

I love my uncle,

but he's a-- he's

a f*cking dickhead sometimes.

You know, he's a

full conspiracy nut.

He's just a f*cking flat

earther and microchips

in the vaccine, f*cking lizard

people, all this bullshit.

Anyway, I'm in the shower this

morning, you know, singing.

Yeah?

I'm feeling happy, and this

m*therf*cker comes straight

in, f*cking bangs on the door.

I slip, go down,

and boom, busted up.

You think he gives a sh*t?

No.

Because today he's the perfect

day to prep for the end

of the world, Donnie.

He's f*cking got a bunch of

sh*t in the back of his car

that he needs to,

you know, be put

in the ground or some bullshit.

I don't know.

You know, he's a-- he's--

he's f*cked because he's like a

f*cking dog with a bone, right?

Once he gets

something in his head,

he's got to go through with

it, just will not let it go.

Which is where you guys

come in to save my--

my lily white ass.

That's him in the f*cking

shitbox caddy out there.

All right, you guys

are ready, just

give us a-- give us a toot.

Honk, and we'll be off

quicker than a frog in a sock.

Prickly Jack's.

So how epic are these?

Dude, sh*t's keeping

you up all night.

Have you never had one?

What, is it your first day

in the f*cking country, mate?

Yes.

All right, folks.

It's gonna be $18.22.

f*cking hell.

Keep it, mate.

You're f*cking kidding me, mate.

[laughs]

Welcome.

Welcome to the US of A.

First day in the country!

[laughs]

Oh, when Donnie

boy's done with you,

you're going to be bleeding

red, white, and blue.

[music begins to play]

[singing in spanish]

Hola, amigo.

Hola.

[chuckles]

[howls]

This is a prime piece

of real estate, huh?

Yes.

[chuckles]

You're going to be an

American, you got to learn

to lie better than that.

You know, Americans

are good, but they're

second best in the world.

You know who the best are?

f*cking Aussies, bro.

Yeah, our whole country is

founded by colony of criminals.

Yeah, the f*cking

Brits used to take

the worst of their

society, sent them

to what they thought was hell;

turned out to be paradise.

But our history is

saturated by m*rder,

and blood, and treachery,

just like America's.

Uncle Steve says it needs

to be about this size--

deep enough to keep

the dingoes out.

OK.

OK.

Let's get cracking.

Grab the cooler and

the tools, guys.

Uncle Steve, can I

get my phone back now?

Come on, man.

Come on!

It's not that hard to

watch two dudes dig a hole.

They're-- they're

both cool cats.

f*ck.

I gotta stay in the moment.

Stay in the moment, Donnie boy.

Yeah, danger is

real, Donnie boy.

Ah.

Thanks for showing me a better

way, you f*cking w*nk*r!

[music playing]

Oh, yeah!

I f*cking love

anything ranchera.

Music, huevos.

I guess that's pretty much it.

Hey, cabrn, aqu.

Yeah.

Gracias.

You hear that?

The accordion.

You know, in the 1800s, a bunch

of Germans came to Mexico,

and they brought two

things with them--

beers and accordions.

No one talks about that sort

of cultural appropriation,

do they?

We're all thieves.

Do you know the Indigenous

people of Australia

weren't even counted in the

National Census until 1967?

How f*cked up is that?

f*cking Aussie dickheads

thinking they own the land.

The USA is the same.

This whole g*dd*mn

country's stolen.

You're a thief too, Felix.

You stole this job

off an American, mate.

So what's your deal, Felix?

Is this the plan?

Hmm?

Is this it?

This can't be it, mate.

Hey, tell me you've got

a better plan than this.

You know, digging

holes for arseholes

out in the middle

of f*cking nowhere!

I-- I cook.

Man, no sh*t.

Any good?

Pepin de pollo.

Pepin de pollo?

Something with chicken.

It is a chicken with

pumpkin, like mole.

Yeah, f*cking good.

If it's that good, forget

being a cook, mate.

You should-- you should

open your own restaurant.

Dream big, baby.

This-- this is America.

This is-- you got to

feel the success, Felix.

Eh?

Imagine and create!

I don't know.

Maybe.

f*ck, mate!

I'm going to be your

first customer, all right?

I might even invest.

A little bit of

money coming in, eh?

I need to diversify, mate.

Ah.

Yeah, it's going to happen.

We put it out there, mate,

in the universe, f*cking

secret and all that sh*t.

Seriously, wait, player.

Listen.

Listen, player.

It's going to happen, all right?

Look at me.

It worked for me.

You need to say it.

Yes.

Yes, what?

What?

Say it.

Say it.

Say it!

Yeah!

Yes, putting it out there,

f*cking in the universe.

Hey, can I get a dart, mate?

Give me one of those?

No.

$1.

I'm giving you

$150 of them, mate.

$1.

Oh.

You can learn a lot

from this guy, Felix.

Nothing in this

country is for free.

Hey!

Mind telling me what

y'all are doing out here?

What does it look

like we're doing?

We're digging a big

f*cking hole, mate.

Boy, you better tell

me what you're doing.

This land is my land.

This land is your land?

This land is my land, from

California to New York island.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right, all right.

There's obviously been

some sort of mix-up.

Ain't nothing mixed up here.

What's really going on here

with you and these Mexicans.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There's no need for

that language, mate.

"Mexicans" ain't

a derogatory term.

Same thing as

saying Australians,

or Italians, or Jews.

Now, I asked you a question.

Yeah, and I'm

going to answer it.

I'm still sort of thinking

about the Jews one, though.

See, the thing is, you're

asking the wrong question.

It's not what these undocumented

immigrants are doing.

It's why.

And the answer to that is to

get rid of four dead bodies.

Now five.

[g*nsh*t]

[laughs]

Holy f*cking sh*t!

Oh, beautiful

f*cking timing, mate.

Did you see the

look on his face?

I mean, before it exploded.

It's f*cking awful.

Shut the f*ck up, Donnie.

Get their phones, and get

them to finish the hole.

Don't f*ck with me

'cause I'm a gangster!

Look too close, and I probably

won't break your bank.

You make it.

Doing my thing, check

out my Visa card.

It's got diamond rings.

[scatting]

So much money.

Buy a Bugatti, my

f*cking Maserati.

Here we go to zone, yeah.

Hoo, hoo, yeah.

[tense music]

What the f*ck!

Hey.

What the f*ck.

Did you just piss

on my crime scene?

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I didn't know it was--

Yeah, we potentially

have a witness here.

MAN (ON RADIO): Copy that.

What have we got?

Yeah, he urinated on

some of the evidence.

MAN (ON RADIO): Urinated?

Let me clear him out, OK?

MAN (ON RADIO): Uh-huh.

Am I the first and only

person you've seen out here?

Yes, sir.

How long have you been here?

Not long, just a--

It's your first piss drop?

Piss drop?

Yeah, it's my-- my first.

All right, let

me get you a card.

It's out in my car.

Follow me.

Yeah.

Hey, do you know what-- what

might have happened here?

Yeah, this was a

botched property deal.

There-- there--

there was a head.

Yeah, the Los Zetas cartel.

It's their favorite go-to card.

What they do is they buy a bunch

of properties around the border

to establish a new cash drop.

It's no surprise at all that

they have a head in there.

Believe me, whoever's

responsible for this,

they knew I was coming.

That head was left

there on purpose.

I got to get all this sh*t

cleared up by the morning.

By the morning?

If I don't get it

cleared up by morning,

the Los Zetas

cartel, they're going

to go to w*r with my employer.

Is that-- is that

the police or the feds?

Neither.

[g*nshots]

Did you hear back from the

people at the reservation yet?

MAN (ON RADIO): Not yet.

We'll let you know.

(SINGING) Getting

it done in the desert!

You, put the rest

of them in the hole.

Oh, OK.

Hey, Steve.

Why don't you sit

in the car, mate?

I got this.

Come on, put them in the hole.

Hey, bro.

Hey, come on.

Come on, Felix.

You don't get your

sh*t together,

Steve's going to k*ll you.

Mr. A-OK over here, you

know we can trust him.

Can we trust you?

Look, I know it doesn't

feel like it now,

but we're the

same, you and I. We

saw an opportunity to have a

better life, and we took it,

mate.

Hey?

We're tired of being

little men, eating scraps

at the tables of others, hey?

You don't mind?

Ah, f*ck it.

Let's help this guy out.

Come on, cabrn.

Come on.

[groaning]

f*ck.

f*cking mother--

[thud]

Woo!

It's this c**t's fault

you guys are even here.

Please put him in

the hole, please.

Today?

Oh, right, Felix,

I forgot to ask you.

Is it "Latin-X" or "Latincks"?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cabrn, cabrn, cabrn.

Ah!

[g*nshots]

[screaming]

[g*nshots]

[grunts]

Alfonso, no!

[g*nshots]

[speaking spanish]

You pump, I dump.

Seriously?

I'm f*cking with you.

I just need a caffeine fix.

Make that two.

f*ck off.

[radio chatter]

[radio chatter]

Excuse me, officer.

Sorry.

I was just a little

bit distracted.

I find her so captivating.

Look at her.

See, for me, it's the

right woman's eyes

when you look into them

you can see the future

and how beautiful it can be.

Yeah, she's got a nice set.

That's shirt, it's

f*cking awesome.

Thank you.

Well, thank you

for your service.

Liquid heart att*cks again?

Coffee's for cucks.

You think your

wife's cheating on you?

f*ck you.

[groaning]

Steve.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What are you doing?

We're family.

Look at me.

We're family, mate.

Stop, stop, stop.

Wait, wait.

The phone.

Mary, it's in the glove box.

She locked it in the glove box.

We could get it back, mate.

We could track it.

We could get the

money back, just--

just put the pickaxe down.

Too late for that, Donnie.

It's not too late.

We can track the f*cking phone.

Think about it.

Just-- just save me.

Take me to see dad.

Hey, he can fix me up.

He can fix me up.

We're family.

Go on, go on.

[car alarm]

It was the Macaroni Grill.

So, you know, yeah, pretty

nice for a first date.

No, I had to cut it short

before any funny business.

I don't want him

to think I'm easy.

I know I am.

I just don't want

him to know that yet.

He'll find out on

our second date.

[laughs]

Yeah.

Hang on a second.

Dad?

[screaming]

Help me!

No!

Oh, my god.

Ah, help!

Call the police.

Someone's here!

[groan]

[door slams]

Oh, my god, no!

[yelling]

I've got my dad's g*n.

Get the hell out of here!

[muffled crying]

[banging on door]

Stop!

Mister, I-- I got a 357.

It has big f*cking b*ll*ts.

They'll take your

d*ck clean off!

[screaming]

Stop!

f*ck yourself, or

I swear I'm going

to pull this f*cking trigger!

[g*nshots]

I warned you.

I f*cking warned you.

No, no!

[crying]

[screams]

Look at me.

No!

[g*nsh*t]

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO):

We provide clean, fresh,

and up-to-date web design,

logos, graphic design.

Our services do not stop there.

We provide social--

PREACHER (ON RADIO): Coitus,

money will not buy you friends!

I cannot stress this enough,

my brothers and sisters.

God does not care.

Money will not buy you friends.

Yes, can you feel me?

The darkness is coming!

(SINGING) This

land is your land.

This land is my

land, from California

to the New York island.

The redwood forests and

something, something.

PREACHER (ON RADIO): You

must believe in your hearts

that this is all simply

a test of the flesh.

God's sanctity

resides in all of us.

Death is not the

end, my brothers.

There are multiple

levels to get through.

[panting]

PREACHER (ON RADIO): [inaudible]

peace with God's life

within us.

The first death is always

the physical death,

which the Lord is tired

that we must separate--

Still breathing, huh?

You came back.

Yeah.

Let's get you on the truck.

I-- I couldn't open this.

I got it.

That's enough.

OK.

[groaning]

That f*cking hurt, you c**t.

[g*nsh*t]

Drop it.

All right, you in the car,

let me see your hands.

Are you f*cking deaf?

That's hands, plural!

Your right and then you

left-- this is basic sh*t.

Does it look like he

speaks English, Rob?

No, but you do.

Who the f*ck are you, hombre?

You got a f*cking

hearing problem too, uh?

Easy.

It's me.

Well, you're f*cking

terrible at taking direction.

Hey!

Easy, pal.

All right.

f*cking hell.

I thought they cut

your f*cking head off.

No, the God-k*ller.

Open the gate.

You look like sh*t.

I mean, you were never

really a handsome dude.

You really look bad.

How do you think you look?

Fair enough.

I need a clean car.

I need you to junk this one.

Yeah, I need a new

liver and a beer.

Why?

What did you do, man?

It's not what it

looks like, man.

It's just bad luck.

No such thing.

All right, you know what?

I don't give a sh*t.

I don't really care.

I'll junk this piece

of sh*t for you,

but I do not have another car.

Sorry.

Where are you going?

I hate to burst

your bubble, man,

but you ain't going to find

another car under there.

You-- you don't look so great.

I'm not even going to ask.

Hey, Fonzie, man, come on.

Get your ass out of there, man.

I got plans tonight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do I got plans.

You know what?

This is a total

invasion of my privacy.

I knew it was going

to be safe here.

sh*t.

You can't just stash sh*t under

my house without telling me.

What the f*ck!

It's private f*cking

property, man.

And I do not have a

f*cking car for you!

I do have a 1972

Chevrolet Camaro.

It's 255 horses, 454 big block,

needs a couple of gaskets.

Just get it running.

I'll get it going.

[groaning]

What the f*ck, man?

I was getting towels!

Here.

sh*t, lift your leg up.

Easy, easy.

Come on.

Hey, this was a very

nice couch, you pricks.

He needs water.

He needs a little

more than water.

[speaking spanish]

He says he cannot

get deported.

I think he's got

a few more problems

to deal with right now.

[speaking spanish]

He says he's fine.

Yeah, the f*ck it's fine.

sh*t!

How fast can you

get this car ready?

As fast as f*cking possible.

And who could patch him up?

You got any other favors

you want to ask me tonight?

I might know a guy who

might be down, if he's

not drunk in an Indian Casino.

Yeah, you better

be f*cking gracias.

GROWLER (ANSWERING MACHINE):

This is Doc Growler.

Leave a message.

Growler.

Hey, it's Rob.

Look, man.

I need a favor.

Dude, call me back-- stat.

All right.

If he's not drunk in

a bathtub full of gin,

he'll call me back.

But what you should

do, you should

call a f*cking ambulance,

dump him at the Safeway,

and they'll patch him up.

He'll be good as new.

Of course, he won't be

here, but f*ck, man.

Beggars can't be choosers.

f*ck.

He says that his family

lives in a small house

with three other families.

Wow.

Thanks for the life story.

At least you'll be

alive, f*cking idiot.

Says he could call his

cousin to come pick him up.

Your cousin?

f*ck, man.

Call him!

Go.

[dialing]

TINA (ANSWERING MACHINE):

Hey, this is Tina.

I can't get to the

phone right now.

He doesn't know

the f*cking number.

[speaking spanish]

He says he's

trying to remember.

My man, Safeway.

It's 10 minutes.

Go, go now!

[speaking spanish]

m*therf*cker.

That's a f*cking iPhone!

If this guy wasn't here,

I would f*cking k*ll--

Rob, outside-- now.

You find my phone!

Can't see sh*t!

assh*le.

Can you say that in Spanish?

You do a job with a

dude, it goes South.

So f*cking what?

Dump him.

We got a job from a couple

of guys at the hardware store.

They were connected.

They tried to k*ll us.

You got a job at

the hardware store?

All right.

So what the f*ck does it matter?

Get rid of this f*cking kid.

Get on with your life,

man, your real life.

We help him first.

This ain't going to

wipe your slate clean.

That has nothing

to do with this.

Yeah.

OK.

[speaking spanish]

Ugh!

What the did you

do to my bathroom?

Alfonso.

[ringtone]

Growler, are your

hands steady enough

to do some

extracurriculars, like now?

You are one lucky f*cking dude.

A few miles east on Mesa.

You can't miss the sign.

You know, I was going to have

a few ladies over tonight,

but I canceled because of you.

You paid up front?

Go f*ck yourself, man.

Go on.

Get out of here.

MAN (ON RADIO): Oh, Jesus.

Oh, five bodies, three

Zetas, one of them headless,

our old friend Gonzalo.

Ah.

I thought that was him.

MAN (ON RADIO): And the

property owner, a rancher.

Whoever did this

split in a big hurry.

So Donnie boy and horrible

Hoskins are the only two

unaccounted for.

MAN (ON RADIO): Right.

Ah.

That's an unlikely duo.

MAN (ON RADIO):

They've got to be mad

if they were willing to break in

here and m*rder a young woman.

[coughs]

How did you come

across the scene?

MAN (ON RADIO): We

got a call of a B&E.

Found the property

owner's daughter

deceased with a g*nsh*t wound.

Owner's truck was missing.

Black--

- Yeah, one second.

MAN (ON RADIO): OK.

OK, and continue.

MAN (ON RADIO): At least

one of them's hurt.

The bathroom sink at the

house was covered in blood,

not the victim's or

the owner's blood.

It's a little early

in the movie for them

to turn on each other.

MAN (ON RADIO): Yeah, right.

Yeah, well, what's

one more m*rder?

State can't k*ll him twice.

MAN (ON RADIO): Yeah.

So are-- are we good?

No, I prefer extending your

life one favor at a time.

You Growler?

Doc Growler, yeah.

You're Rob's friend?

I am.

So?

Kid got sh*t in the leg.

He's in the car.

How long ago did he get sh*t?

Couple hours ago.

He was able to walk on it for

a while, but then he fell down.

He's all f*cked up.

What's your name, son?

Felix.

All right, let's

get him inside.

All right, get up on the table.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Lie down lie down.

There you go.

[phone vibrating]

Don't get away.

Hello.

Growler.

ROB (ON PHONE): Growler.

Yeah, who is this?

ROB (ON PHONE): Rob.

Let me talk to the Mexican.

It's for you.

Right.

Hello?

ROB (ON PHONE): Yeah, I think

you left something here.

I'll be right there.

I got to go back to Rob's.

No, no, no, no.

No, take him with you.

I'll be right back.

No, no, no.

You can't leave him here.

No f*cking way, dude.

I said, I'll be right back.

I don't f*cking

know you, dude.

It's all right.

I don't know what

the f*ck you're doing.

You don't f*cking know me.

No, I don't know what

the f*ck you're doing.

I said, I'll be right back.

I don't know what

you're f*cking up.

You can't just leave a

f*cking g*nsh*t body here.

- You want money?

- No.

You want f*cking money?

I don't want

your f*cking money!

Money.

Rob asked me for a favor.

Here you go.

That's what the f*ck this is.

He has a f*cking family.

So get your ass in there

and save his f*cking life.

I'll be back.

f*ck.

You tell f*cking Rob he owes me!

This kid f*cking winds up

dying, I'm f*cking throwing

his body in a f*cking dumpster.

No, it's OK.

Go ahead.

Lie down.

Come on.

All right, let's get

this b*llet out of you.

You all right?

OK, Felix.

I'm going to put this in, and

you're going to go to sleep.

Dormir, OK?

I'm going to put

this in your IV,

and you're going to go to sleep.

And when you wake up,

there'll be no more b*llet.

I got to take the

f*cking b*llet out.

You don't want to go to sleep?

You're a real cowboy, huh?

OK.

All right, all right.

We can do it a different way.

OK, hold on one second.

OK.

I'm going to put

it right there, OK?

OK?

I no go to sleep?

No, you're not

going to go to sleep.

I numb it up, OK?

You're going to feel a little,

little prick right now.

Bueno.

All right.

Here we go.

Ready?

Uno, dos, and tres.

Almost.

And done.

Done.

OK.

Now we wait.

Esperamos.

Want a little of this?

No?

Bite down on this, OK?

OK.

OK, we're going to get it.

[screaming, crying]

OK, one fuerte.

One-- dude.

Dude, I can't f*cking get this

if you're going to f*cking

move around like that.

All right, calm down.

You're going to f*cking

feel something, dude.

Give me the towel.

Give me-- give me the towel.

All right, I got an idea.

Hey, it's going to

be all right, man.

Breathe.

I know it hurts.

Good.

OK.

Like this.

Sorry.

Sorry, dude.

It's just easier that way, man.

We got to do it.

It's just the way it goes.

All right, ready?

10, 9, 8.

7, 6, 5, 4--

that's right.

It's going to be all right.

You don't look so good.

Maybe you better tell me the

password to your phone before--

you know, just in case.

[groaning]

PREACHER (ON RADIO):

There are two deaths.

Death smiles at us all, mate.

All a man can do is smile back.

PREACHER (ON RADIO): But

you have the second death,

the most important

death of all, because it

is the eternal life that--

What street's it on?

Cut out the f*cking Marcus

Aurelius quotes already.

PREACHER (ON RADIO): Throw

your hands in the air.

Yes, yes.

Hey, wake up.

Don't f*cking fall asleep.

What street's it on?

I can't think.

Turn this f*cking

sh*t off, mate.

f*cking turn it off.

Turn it off!

It's broken.

PREACHER (ON RADIO):

Have your second life,

your born again life.

Don't f*ck with it.

It's broken.

It's f*cking broken!

f*cking bullshit.

Turn it the f*ck--

it's on-- it's on Mesa.

How are you feeling?

Your bag?

Right there.

Keep the weight off that leg.

Take these.

You're lucky, you know.

A couple of centimeters to the

left, you'd have been toast.

You feel all right?

It's all right.

Sorry about knocking you out,

against your will and all.

In there, the recovery room.

Come on.

He f*cked you, man.

You're wrong.

You think he was sitting in

my office dropping a deuce?

He's just a scared kid.

Kid?

You were skinning folks

alive when you were his age.

All the flying product

I did for Ricardo?

f*ck, man.

He made sure I knew all

the terrible sh*t you did.

He's just trying

to help his family.

Family?

You don't even know

he's got a family.

How do you know that

family's even real?

You don't have a family.

How would you know?

Neither do you.

Hey.

There he is, God-k*ller.

Last time I looked into these

eyes, you were fading fast,

and I was slipping you

my favorite pocket Kn*fe.

Look, what Ricardo

did to your wife--

And my son.

That Kn*fe in your hand,

I knew what you'd become.

I knew that you'd take

all those m*therf*ckers

and send them straight to hell.

You did it to save yourself.

Hey, how about that?

God-k*ller still

knows how it works.

It was in every nook and

cranny of that f*cking

car except the passenger seat.

Yeah, that was empty.

Hey, kid.

Must be f*cked up being

new to the country

and everything, huh?

Give it a chance.

Bunch of assholes over here,

but we ain't all murderers.

There's some good people too.

You understand?

You don't understand.

He f*cked you, man.

He f*cked me.

You take this money, you go,

get the f*ck out of here.

Take that with you.

[dialing]

Oscar.

OSCAR (ON PHONE): Felix?

[barking]

Come on.

we're closed.

Come on, we're closed.

No, no.

Open the door.

No, no, no.

Did you hear me?

We're f*cking closed.

All right.

What?

Jesus f*cking Christ!

What the f*ck happened to him?

He took a pickaxe

to the chest.

I need you to wake him up.

How?

You're the f*cking doctor.

Wake him up!

Help me.

Pick him up.

God f*cking damn it.

Jesus.

What is it with

you f*cking people?

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

This is f*cking bad, man.

This is really f*cking bad.

He's still got a pulse.

Do your job.

I don't know if I can, man.

It's not that f*cking easy.

And this is not my f*cking job!

You f*cking people know

about f*cking hospitals?

Pickaxe, huh?

What's going on?

I should look at that.

Just f*cking help him.

It's like that, huh?

All right.

Well, I don't know.

Look at him!

He's in hypovolemic shock.

I-- he needs fluids.

I don't know.

I'm a vet.

I don't have any

human blood here.

I don't know if I can save him.

I didn't ask you to save him.

I asked you to wake him up.

You want me to just, like,

wake him up temporarily?

How the f*ck am I

supposed to do that?

[g*nsh*t]

[screaming]

Are we clear?

I can try!

All right, listen,

listen, listen.

I got it.

Adrenaline hydrochloride.

I got 250 CCs.

I can put the whole

f*cking thing in his chest

right f*cking in his heart.

It'll work.

It'll-- f*ck, this will

wake up a f*cking giraffe.

It better.

If I can't talk to him,

you're never going to wake up.

Trust me, he'll

f*cking wake up.

And you better get your

little f*cking question ready,

because I don't know what the

f*ck's going to happen, really.

I ain't never done this.

Oh, f*ck.

OK.

Holy God help me.

It'll work?

It worked?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Come on, man.

Wake up.

Come on, man.

Wake up!

Come on, man.

Wake up, wake up, wake

up, you m*therf*cker!

Wake up, you f*cking

piece of sh*t cocksucker!

Wake the f*ck up!

Blow some air in him.

You f*cking blow into him.

I ain't doing it, man!

No.

OK, OK.

g*dd*mn it!

f*ck.

[coughing]

Look at me.

Look at me.

Be reasonable.

- Look at me.

- Be reasonable.

No, no.

Think about it.

I did everything

I f*cking could.

I tried, man.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

One last thing-- I

could get the paddles.

I'll put the paddles on him.

I can put the paddles on him.

Just let me do it, OK?

OK?

OK?

Here's a paddle.

[g*nshots]

[dogs barking]

[wheezing]

Who won the gunfight?

I thought you were a goner.

Christ.

Christ, some c**ts

are just hard to k*ll.

Yeah.

How you feeling?

Yeah, yeah.

Pretty good.

Well, I saved your life.

You mind showing me how

to track your phone now?

[cocks g*n]

What do you think you're doing?

I brought you here to help you,

gave you everything you wanted.

I thought we were family.

Closest thing to

a father I ever had.

Yeah.

Well, f*ck you, Donnie.

It's just what

dad would have said.

[g*nshots]

[dogs barking]

[groaning]

[tense music]

[dogs barking]

[groaning]

[dogs barking]

[screaming]

Where's my f*cking money?

Huh?

What the f*ck is this?

Don't you lie to me,

you f*cking [inaudible]..

[thud]

[groaning]

All right.

Where's my $5 million?

Wise the f*ck up, God!

Where's the car?

Where's my f*cking car?

[gurgling]

No, but I would

like to meet him.

Now, about this car.

That's a lot of "yo no se's."

I call bullshit.

You're from

Ecuador, aren't you?

Yeah.

I can tell.

Hmm, got a beautiful--

be smart.

You know I got some crazy

m*therf*ckers in Ecuador.

I can make one phone call,

and they'll tell me exactly

where this picture was taken.

Give me a second.

Hello?

Shut the f*ck up.

MAN (ON PHONE): Yes.

Hey, amigo.

I was wondering if I

can send you a photo.

I need you to tell me exactly

where this family is located.

Yeah, I'll get it

over to you shortly.

Seor.

Think you can help me out?

Seor!

OK.

Yeah, I'm here.

Let me call you back.

There something you

want to tell me?

It's good to see

you're still holding on,

Dr. Dean, because I

wanted to tell you,

I need one more favor from you.

[phone vibrating]

ROB (ON PHONE): Hey, Growler.

It's Rob.

The guys who hired

us are here, dead.

Whoever did it took Felix.

Yeah, of course they

took that little sh*t.

Guess why.

Why don't I be

like, hey, fellas.

Good to see you.

Here's your money back.

See you later.

You ever need a car crushed,

that's on the house.

Just take the money and go.

ROB (ON PHONE): Even if I was

that stupid, it's too late.

They're here.

ALFONSO (ON PHONE):

I'll be right there.

I'm sorry, Rob.

Yeah, I'll ask

them to wait for you.

[honking]

It's a courteous

little death squad.

[honking]

There's no backup.

Lucky me.

[engine revving]

[ominous music]

[honking]

[honking]

[honking]

[g*nshots]

Ah, f*ck.

Yeah, yeah.

OK.

Hang on.

Nice.

Well, well, well.

Lucky.

Come on.

You are lucky.

You're a real piece of sh*t.

You know that?

What?

That's not him.

Hm?

That's not him!

sh*t!

[g*nshots]

[honking]

Back you go.

[rummaging noises]

Nasty m*therf*cker.

[ominous music]

Rob.

Geez, eh.

[groaning]

I told you.

Yeah.

[g*nshots]

I'm guessing

you're all Alfonso.

Where's the rest of it?

Where's the kid?

What kid are

you talking about?

Felix?

The grown-ass man

that ratted you out?

Is he alive?

For the time being.

But he's got to die.

You work for the gringos, no?

What gave it away?

So your men are responsible

for the death of three Zetas.

Even if you get

their money back,

they're going to demand blood.

And Felix?

He's not going to cut it.

So this is what's

going to happen.

You're going to give him

whatever is in that backpack,

and then you're

going to let him go.

Your bosses live.

The Zetas get their

money and their blood.

But it's going to be my blood!

Why the f*ck would anyone

give two shits about you?

Because I am the God-k*ller.

Bullshit.

OK?

Wait, wait.

Hold on.

Get up.

Get up!

[groaning]

Do you know whose g*n this is?

It could be anyone's.

It belonged to Ricardo

Carrillo Morales.

He used to run the Zetas

until I k*lled him with it.

Holy sh*t.

You're real.

Imagine if you hand

over the God-k*ller.

Alfonso, no.

Shut the f*ck up!

[wincing]

We've got a deal.

g*n goes on the ground,

and get over here.

That's far enough.

Turn around and get

down on your knees.

You're not going to

let him go, are you?

Normally, I wouldn't.

But you just don't f*ck up

an opportunity this good.

[groaning]

[g*nshots]

Alfonso.

[chuckles]

[contemplative music]

Oh.

OK.

[g*nf*re]

[music playing]

[singing in spanish]