- Anderson? - Here.
- Argenta? - Here.
- Clemens? - Here.
- Cox? - Yes, sir, here, sir.
- Calm down, hotshot. We do this every day.
[laughter]
- Knoblock?
- Here, unfortunately.
- He's such a knob. - Right?
- All right, that does it for the UDA traffic report.
Now, before we hit it,
Midnights spotted four illegals in Imperial Beach
who took a swim around surf fence.
Three are in custody.
I want you newbies to pay attention
to the king tides we're having right now.
This can and will affect the strategy of crossers.
- Ah, the ever-elusive aquatic tonks,
splashing their way to freedom.
[laughter]
- Lights.
If I could give you some advice--
stay alert, stay alive, stay the fuck off YouTube.
[chairs scrape]
[faint sirens blaring]
- Hey, I think I'm riding with you.
Name's Cox. Garrett Cox.
- Listen. You're gonna ride with me,
you're gonna forget everything you learned in basic.
Especially about profiling. - [scoffs]
- Is this 'cause I didn't laugh at your joke?
- Our jurisdiction covers 100 miles inland
of any border or coastline in America.
Now in that zone, 4th Amendment protections do not apply.
Which means I can and will stop and search anybody
that I suspect is breaking immigration laws,
despite how you might feel about it.
- [sighs]
How much longer you planning to stare at shrubs?
- Not shrubs.
Signs of passage.
[faint seagulls crying]
[tapping on cell phone]
Fuck you doing?
- I-I just gotta return the text.
- You're on duty.
- Yeah, it'll--it'll take, like, one second.
- Well, sometimes that's all it takes.
See over there?
Cartel has spotters.
Their only job is to watch us.
The second you check your emails,
they send a tonk across.
Or worse, they take a potshot with a sniper.
Huh?
Look, as long as you're working with me,
your sole function in life is to make my job easier.
You--
- [laughs]
- Hey! Jesus!
- Hey!
[dramatic music]
- [panting]
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[brakes squeal]
- Clemens!
He's swimming back to Mexico! Let him go!
- [panting]
- None of these suckers can swim!
- Oh, shit.
Clemens!
Dispatch, this is Victor 107, we go an officer down.
I repeat, we have an officer down.
♪ ♪
Hey!
Fuck.
- [grunts]
- Coming in, coming in!
- I got him, I got him, I got him, okay.
Lead me in.
♪ ♪
[grunting]
- Just right here.
Get the mask.
[grunting]
27, 28, 29, 30.
- Go.
[blows breath]
- Okay. All right, all right, let's go.
- Come on. Come on.
- [grunting]
Come on, you fucker.
- Hey, hey. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I got him. On your side, here you go.
- [coughing]
- Okay. I got him, I got him.
Come on, come on. Is that really necessary?
He almost just died.
- Hey, there's two kinds of people in this world.
Those who choose to break the law and those that don't.
That's the real line, not that fucking fence.
Now, you wanna get home at night,
you damn well better remember it.
[light tense music]
- [coughing]
- Hey. Come on.
Up you go.
- I got him.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[tapping cell phone]
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
- [exhales]
[sighs]
[tires squealing]
[car crashes]
[grunting]
[retching]
[coughs and pants]
[spits]
[cell phone ringing]
[groans]
[sighs]
Hey, Val, what's up?
- How you doing?
- Okay. You?
How are the kids?
- Getting by.
I-I'm just calling to see how
things are going with the house.
- Uh, I had a few issues.
It's gonna take a little longer than I thought.
- Well, the bank's been calling nonstop.
Look, I hate to pressure you, Ben,
but I'm starting to have to sell off
some of Javi's old things. A gold watch, a Sea-Doo.
His old Bronco too.
Me and the kids are having a garage sale this weekend.
But it's not gonna be nearly enough.
- Hey, Val, I'm so sorry. I gotta go.
I'm gonna keep working on it.
- Hello, Ben.
It is good to see you, my friend.
- Can't say the same.
- Let's walk.
- [breathes deeply]
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
If you're gonna kill me,
can we do it without all the hiking?
- I'm no killer, Ben.
- But your men just cut the fucking heads off
two federal agents, so don't act like
you're some sort of saint.
- This was not my first career choice.
I went to college in the States.
- School wasn't my strong suit.
- I'm a family man. Like you.
So when my father got ill,
I had no choice but to return home.
His last decision was to put me in charge of the business.
The family.
You can imagine my older brother, the firstborn son...
He didn't take it well.
Come on. We're not far away.
- Hey, why are we here?
- Since you brought my brother back home,
he has taken an interest in you.
And that is not a good thing.
I know you judge Dante for
what he did to that girl you took north.
- Beating the shit out of her? Yeah.
Not to mention killing my ex-wife's husband.
- Dante is a product of his upbringing.
He has his whole life ahead of him.
I believe he can become something different.
- A better man. - Yeah.
- But his father doesn't have that hope.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
For many years, Puerto Libre
used to be known for its lobsters.
But shortly after we moved in,
the fishermen's traps started going missing.
Mazo puts them to a different use.
He stuffs them with his enemies,
throws them overboard, alive.
Lets the lobsters do their work.
They can digest everything...
But the teeth.
♪ ♪
Cross him and he will find a way to dispose of you.
- If he's such a fucking monster,
why didn't you let him rot in that detention center up north?
- If they found out who he was,
it could put the whole family in jeopardy.
And I can't allow that to happen.
Family takes care of family, Ben.
♪ ♪
[inhales slowly]
I believe this belongs to you.
I want you to have it back.
In case you find yourself in need of protection.
♪ ♪
Not with that.
- You made your choice.
- ♪ I had a dream last night ♪
♪ While I was layin' on my bed ♪
♪ And the whole world was standing still ♪
♪ And the moon was turning red ♪
♪ I saw a sign in the sky ♪
♪ "I have come to set you free" ♪
♪ I saw fire, fire and brimstone ♪
♪ Comin' down, down on me ♪
♪ I saw fire, I saw fire ♪
♪ I saw fire, on my head ♪
♪ I saw fire, I saw fire ♪
- [sighs]
[knocking on door]
[exhales]
[door creaks]
- Hey. [microwave dings]
Hola, amigo.
How the hell did you get here?
[sighs]
[scoffs]
Fucking Civic.
- I brought some cervezas.
You gonna let me in?
- No.
- Are you serious?
Man, I took a long drive down.
- Well, I got a shit ton of work to do.
Should've called before you came.
- Yeah, I didn't realize I needed to book an appointment.
What are you doing here?
- I had the day off.
I figured we could catch up a bit.
You almost sound like you don't want me here.
- How did you find the place?
The girl. You know, the one you brought
across the border in the middle of the night?
Maria Elena.
- [exhales]
Yeah. [grunts]
- Huh.
I like what you've done with the place.
Yeah. Has that old Clemens touch.
[laughs softly]
If this is what you've been spending all your time on,
why isn't it further along?
- [laughs and grunts]
This from the guy who's never used a power tool in his life.
So now you're an authority on construction?
- Uh... - I didn't think so.
It's not that easy, genius.
Especially when you have to do it all by yourself.
- All right, well, I'm here now.
Might as well give you a hand.
- Uh-huh.
[grunts]
[debris clatters]
[grunting]
- You made a good habit of taking off on me lately.
Hey, where did you go the other night,
when you--you left me at your house?
- Ran out of toilet paper.
- Oh, right, yeah.
How about Katie's party, then?
- Needed paper towels.
- Making a lot of messes, aren't you?
- What's your fucking problem?
- Nothing. Relax.
Just giving my work buddy some shit.
Wouldn't want you feeling left out
just 'cause you're not on the job anymore.
- How's it going?
- Actually, you did miss some crazy shit
around the station now I think of it.
- Yeah? What's that?
- There was an ICE truck that got jacked.
- Jacked?
- Someone strung a bridge cable across the highway.
Killed two agents making a run up to Adelanto.
Freed the migrants in the back.
- Wow. That's fucked up.
- Yeah.
Cut their heads clean off, it was--
those were some sick bastards.
- I hope they catch them.
- Yeah. [grunts]
Get this.
One of the guy's brothers,
he died in Afghanistan a year back.
He was raising his dead brother's kid,
and his wife's pregnant.
- Oh, that fucking sucks.
- And the other guy, he's got an autistic kid.
Hoyt went to high school with him, actually,
said he's the nicest guy in the world.
We're putting together, like, a fund for them.
- Hey, count me in.
- I saw the pictures, man.
It's the worst thing I've ever seen.
It's like one of those videos
they show you at driving school.
- Yeah, I get it.
- "Faces of Death" type of stuff.
- Yeah, I get it.
- I almost fucking puked-- - Hey, man!
Show a little fucking respect! Jesus!
[exhales hard]
It's fellow law enforcement guys, man.
You want someone talking about
someone you love like that? Huh?
- So is this it, then?
- What?
- Are you planning to spend the rest of your retirement
down here working at a glacial pace
on your old partner's house
and avoiding the rest of us like the plague?
- I haven't even been down here two weeks,
so cut me some fucking slack, all right?
- Yeah, I know you well enough
to see something else is going on.
- Oh, something else?
- Ben. Ben, hey, hey.
The Ben I rolled with in Victor 107 would've cuffed that girl
out in the desert, pregnant or not, and turned her in.
Now she's living in your place instead.
That's quite a change.
- Well, maybe I haven't seen an expectant teen mother
be forced to be with an abusive cartel prick.
You ever think of that?
- So you felt sorry for her? - What the f--
Is this some sort of a-- a therapy session?
That Salvadoran girl didn't have a choice.
If I didn't help her, she'd be fucking dead.
Which means, if you think about it,
I didn't have any choice either.
Right?
- You know who did end up dead
was a couple of guys out in the desert.
W-what's weird is they found them
right where I picked your ass up.
[dramatic music]
You hear anything about that?
♪ ♪
- It's hot outside.
Fuck this.
[door creaks]
Cheers.
[can hisses]
- So you're telling me you don't know anything
about two dead Mexicans?
- Desert's a harsh place.
Tonks die out there all the time.
You ought to know that.
- [clears throat] Heat stroke, dehydration, sure.
But these guys were killed violently.
- Could've been a rip crew.
- A rip crew?
- Yeah, they kill people all the time.
[sighs]
How are you hearing this shit anyway?
- At work.
Sounded familiar, so I checked the map,
and it was a couple hundred yards
right from where you dropped your pin.
- You accusing me of something?
- No, but...
Think about it from my perspective.
You rescue a pregnant girl
who's some cartel asshole's punching bag.
You take her to the States so she and the baby
can have a fresh start.
Hell, I probably would've done the same thing myself.
But when I picked you up,
you were wearing clothes that smelled like a corpse.
Could've gone home, took a shower, had a nice meal.
And yet, you turned around and went right back to Mexico.
On foot.
That doesn't sound totally fucking crazy to you?
- Hey, sounds like you got all the answers.
What do you want me to say?
- I'm asking you...
are you-- are you in trouble?
- [sighs] Look, I got a job to do.
Javi's widow is depending on me; I gotta finish that house.
- Right, 'cause a burnt down shack in a cartel town
seems like a real solid real estate investment.
- It was important to my friend, and now he's dead.
And I'm the only one who can do it.
Don't talk about Javi.
- Hey, I don't give a shit about Javi.
I give a shit about you, man. What--
- Why don't you just go home?
- Yeah, well, I could ask you the same question.
- [scoffs]
Well, you've been asking a shitload of questions
ever since you got here.
What are you, some kind of interrogator?
- All right, you wanna work? Let's work.
- [sighs]
[drill whirring]
- How's it going over there?
- Yeah, all good. I'm done.
- It's not bad.
You wanna help me with this?
[panting]
Ready? One, two, three.
[grunts]
- That about right? - Yeah--yeah, perfect.
- You got it? - Yeah.
- Good? - Yeah.
- You got it? - Yeah.
- I gotta ask. Who sent you down here?
- I don't know if it's Mexico or retirement,
but you're starting to sound paranoid.
- Hey, man.
I was on the job ten years before
you came out of your daddy's ballsack.
I know when people are trying not to sound like
they're full of shit.
-[scoffs]
You wanna talk about who's full of shit?
- You came down here acting all buddy-buddy,
but all you've done is pump me for information.
- And yet, I haven't gotten one straight answer out of you.
- Why don't you just make it easier on both of us?
Tell me who you've been talking to.
- No one.
- Tell me, man, who?
- I'm your friend, Ben.
[drill whirring]
- How's it going over there?
- Yeah, all good. I'm done.
- It's not bad.
You wanna help me with this?
[panting]
Ready? One, two, three.
[grunts]
- That about right? - Yeah--yeah, perfect.
- You got it? - Yeah.
- Good? - Yeah.
- You got it? - Yeah.
- I gotta ask. Who sent you down here?
- I don't know if it's Mexico or retirement,
but you're starting to sound paranoid.
- Hey, man.
I was on the job ten years before
you came out of your daddy's ballsack.
I know when people are trying not to sound like
they're full of shit.
-[scoffs]
You wanna talk about who's full of shit?
- You came down here acting all buddy-buddy,
but all you've done is pump me for information.
- And yet, I haven't gotten one straight answer out of you.
- Why don't you just make it easier on both of us?
Tell me who you've been talking to.
- No one.
- Tell me, man, who?
- I'm your friend, Ben.
And I don't like the way you've been acting.
- How the fuck have I been acting?
- Well, for one thing,
you haven't been thinking about your family.
Frank's missing; Kate and Jill are freaking out.
Why aren't you there in San Diego with them?
Frank might not have meant much to you,
but he does to them, and that should mean something.
I mean, the guy's gone.
Kate's worried sick, up half the night, I...
I'm fucking...
- How do you know how Katie's been sleeping?
Ben, it's not-- it's not like that.
- Oh, what's it like?
- It's--it's not what I meant. - Oh, what did you mean?
Yeah, tell me how it is.
I-I asked you to look out for my daughter.
- Oh, you--you're being an asshole.
- Are you fucking my daughter?
[quiet ominous music]
♪ ♪
The fuck?
You have to go. - Hey, who is that?
- You can't be here.
- I'm not going anywhere. - That fuck.
Look, then you're no one, all right?
You're not border patrol, you're no one, you understand?
Not a fucking word!
[brakes whine]
♪ ♪
What are you doing here?
- I was told you spoke to my brother earlier.
I came to thank you, Ben.
Who's your friend?
To la migra.
And la migra's amigo.
- My friend can't drink, he's--he's leaving now.
- That true?
- It's a long drive home.
- I'm in no hurry.
- [chuckles]
Salud. Salucita.
[both exhale]
My name is Damaso.
- Damaso. - Mm.
- I'm Garrett.
- Garrett.
[both laugh]
- Yeah, time to go.
Come on, pal. Let's go.
- Why are you here, Garrett?
Just to help with the house.
- Oh, you had some bad luck again, huh?
- Nothing I can't handle.
[tense music]
- Why don't you and I, we go have a look, yeah?
- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah, help yourself.
- [scoffs]
♪ ♪
- What the fuck did he just say?
- Who the hell is this guy and what's he thanking you for?
- Less you know, the better off.
Just take a fucking hint.
You gotta get out of here. - Don't like waiting.
- Yeah. Go.
- It's strong.
- Yeah.
- You know what they say about building a house on sand.
- Listen, he's just here to help.
Nothing more. Let him go.
Or come back later. Whatever you want.
- Nah, I think he should stay.
♪ ♪
Let's have some fun, hmm?
[chuckles]
Drink.
- Let me take a swig. - No.
What's the matter, puñal? Don't you like it?
- I'm not your puñal.
- Then drink.
- Hey, hey, hey.
[scoffs]
[cork pops]
[bottle clinking]
- Drink, drink.
[speaking Spanish]
- [coughs and slurps]
- Better.
Hmm.
Where's all your food?
- I wasn't expecting guests. [sighs]
But we can go into town, pick something up.
- No, no, no, no, no. I don't think so.
I was just getting to know my little puñal, hmm?
[laughs]
So the fridge is empty. So what?
[grunts]
We have a whole world of fish outside.
Yeah.
Not so fast, puñal.
- All right, that's-- that's enough of that.
- Hmm.
- You seen enough?
- Yeah, I got my gun in the car.
- No, no, no guns.
Why do you think I had you look after Katie?
[birds chirping]
[fishing line whirrs]
- Drink, puñal!
- What the fuck's this guy's problem?
- Just do what he says.
[cork pops]
- Any bites yet?
- No. Not one.
- This is why I hate fishing.
Even as a child, I could not understand how any man
could spend all day standing on the pinche shore--
- Then what the fuck are we doing here?
- Waiting. For what?
One fish at a time.
[speaking Spanish]
Keep drinking, puñal. I'll be right back.
And when I do, that bottle better be on your lips, eh?
[speaking Spanish]
- What happens if we don't catch a fish?
Hey, how do you know this asshole?
- I just met him. I told you before.
The less you know, the better off you'll be.
- This guy's gonna fucking kill me.
- Next chance you get, you get the fuck out of here.
I mean it.
- This is fucked up, Ben. - No kidding.
- [whistles]
Why go after one fish when you can catch them all at once?
[grunts]
[grenade splashes]
[guffaws]
[fish sizzling]
- Puñal.
You're drinking, not eating.
Hey.
[bottle clinks]
[speaks Spanish]
So, how do you two know each other?
[insects chirring]
- He's my daughter's boyfriend.
- Boss.
Here's to old friends.
- [sighs]
- And to new ones. [chuckles]
[speaking Spanish]
- Salud.
- [grunts]
- [sighs]
- Hey, I'm hungry.
- Yeah.
[plaintive guitar music]
♪ ♪
[liquid sloshing]
[glass clinks]
- [sighs]
- Adios, Mezcal.
[grunts]
What else do you have to drink?
- I think I'm dry.
- Hmm?
[bottles clink]
Then what's this?
- Oh, shit, I forgot I had that.
- Blended Scotch whiskey.
Is this the shit that real men drink in the States?
[laughs]
[scoffs]
What do you Americans know about real men, hmm?
Hmm?
The streets of Tijuana are running with gringo puke
because none of you can hold your liquor.
- Bullshit.
The streets of TJ are running with puke because it's Tijuana.
We don't have shitholes like that in America.
- Shitholes? - Yeah.
- Fuck America!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
You can't pass a gram of cocaine
on a table without snorting it.
But I guess you need that to take your mind off
of all these school shootings, huh?
- Enough, enough.
[coughs]
I'm not gonna listen to this bullshit anymore.
This--I'm--I'm...
Is there any fish left?
♪ ♪
- Hey, puñal.
I didn't say you could eat.
- Fuck you.
If I'm gonna die, I'm not gonna die hungry.
- Hmm.
Well, fuck me--
- Hey. Um...
I remember the first time I got shit-faced on Chivas.
[glasses clink]
I just had my heart broken.
Yup. [grunts]
Not by a woman, though. Over a car.
[both laugh]
1971 Plymouth Barracuda.
Tor Red. Fuck, I loved that car.
Ah, senior year.
Driving home late from a game. [coughs]
Hit a rough patch of gravel, wrapped around a tree.
[grunts]
I was so upset I stole one of my dad's bottle of Chivas.
I made a little line on the side of it
so I could replace anything I drank with some water.
- [laughs]
- I ended up drinking the whole fucking thing.
[laughs]
Yeah, had to face the music twice about that one.
Once for the car, once for the bottle.
- [chuckles]
I didn't have a car.
[sniffles]
For me, it was a horse.
Valentina.
The best horse on-- on my grandfather's ranch.
Strong, faster than anything I had ever seen.
But for some reason...
She liked Juan Diego more than me.
I groomed her, I fed her every day.
But when Juan Diego came to the stables...
The bitch would gallop right over to him.
- [laughs]
- What's so funny?
- Oh. [clears throat]
Everyone's telling stories. It's story time.
Well, I got one.
It's about a good man I knew once.
Bit of an asshole, but brave as shit.
I'll never forget the first day I met him.
We saw some kid nearly drown off Imperial Beach.
This guy just jumps right in anyway.
He never flinched, never hesitated.
- Just do us all a favor and shut up.
- Just the right thing to do. Just pow!
But now that same motherfucker won't even
kick his legs when he's drowning himself.
Huh?
Well, I guess some people just don't wanna be saved.
[glasses clatter]
Oops.
- Hey. What are you doing?
- I'm getting more to drink.
I don't know about you pussies, but I'm thirsty.
[metal clattering]
- [breathes deeply]
Now we can talk as men.
[liquid sloshing, glasses clinking]
- My son Dante tells me that
you and my brother are becoming very friendly.
- [laughs]
I wouldn't exactly put it like that.
- He's a charming motherfucker.
Tells you what you want to hear.
He tried with Dante. Still is.
Juan Diego talks about tradition.
But in this business,
if you don't move on from the old ways, you die.
The Zetas know this. Sinaloa too.
If we do not expand, they will crush us.
But you, mi amigo. [chuckles]
[grunts]
You will help us prevent that.
- I think you might have had a little too much to drink.
[door clacks]
[insects chirring]
[sighs]
[exhales]
[trunk shuts]
[gun barrel cocks]
- Hey, hey, hey.
- This is the future.
- What the fuck?
- [laughs]
Your migra friend, he didn't finish his job.
Javi.
I paid him a lot of money to bring me a lot of guns.
- No. That's not possible.
- But the delivery never came through.
- [exhales sharply]
- That's okay. I don't need him now.
I have you.
Find the guns and bring them to me.
- Why don't you just go to fucking Walmart
and buy some new ones?
- Those are my weapons.
I paid for them, and I want them.
And not a word to my brother, eh?
- Why not?
Thought this was a family business.
[gun barrel cocks]
- The reason Valentina galloped to Juan Diego and not me?
He fed her sugar. Every morning.
Yeah.
My brother, he is very manipulative.
He is not to be trusted.
[gun clicks]
- Oh!
That's funny.
He said the same thing about you.
- [laughs]
[speaking Spanish]
- ♪ Oh, my troubles will find ♪
♪ Find you another time ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ The desert and sunshine ♪
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
[sighs]
- Well, it's alive.
Go on, you take it.
You're gonna need it a hell of a lot more than me.
You got a long drive ahead of you.
- I was gonna tell you last night,
but I never got a chance.
- Go on, spit it out.
- You were right.
- I was right?
- I didn't come down here just to shoot the shit.
I was approached by Homeland Security.
You're the subject of an active investigation,
and I think we both know why.
- You...
- I didn't go to them. They came to me.
- You think I give a shit about that?
You fucking spoke to HSI,
and I'm only just now finding out about it?
What did you say to them? - I didn't tell them anything.
- I need to know exactly what you said to them.
- I didn't say anything, 'cause I don't know anything,
'cause you won't tell me anything.
You need help, Ben.
And if you're not gonna take it from me, then...
Get it from someone else.
At least you would if were still the man
I thought you were.
- Garrett.
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪