♪ ♪
(sirens wailing in distance)
Hey. Sorry, buddy.
This is fucking killing me.
Yeah, I know.
Well, look, Wallace is a tough prosecutor.
She did everything by the book.
She was, she was clean.
Cooperman's on Davis's advisory board.
It's too late for that.
Way past a governor's reprieve.
What time is it?
You got a couple hours.
Is there anything I can do?
No. No, I'm, uh...
I'm gonna...
Look, I'm, uh, just... sit here for a while.
Yeah.
If you need anything, let me know.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
MAN (over speakers): At this point,
we have no stays or reprieves from the governor's office.
This execution will continue.
Do you have any last words?
JESUS: To my mom and my family,
-God bless you guys. -(woman crying softly)
(voice breaking): I'm all right with this,
'cause-'cause I know the truth.
To JT...
you believed me, man.
You were the only one.
You tried.
Have you finished?
Let the execution proceed.
-(crying softly) -(machine clicking, whirring)
(groaning quietly)
(exhales heavily)
(crying softly)
Time of death: 12:15 a.m.
(wind whistling softly)
(crow caws)
♪ ♪
(wind whooshing)
♪ ♪
(crow cawing)
♪ ♪
(lively chatter in Spanish)
So what kind of work do you do, Billy?
I'm a lawyer.
Oh, a lawyer. That makes perfect sense.
How's that?
Well, troublemaker like Marisol could always use a good lawyer.
-Huh? -Stop it.
Ah, she hates it when I tease her.
You should have told me you were having a party.
(speaks Spanish) Are you thirsty, Billy?
-Yeah, I could use a drink. -Yeah, please, this way.
-(lively music playing) -(Gabriel chuckles)
Here in Mexico, we have a tradition of quinceañera,
when a girl becomes a woman.
Do you have any children, Billy?
Yeah, I got a daughter.
She's amazing. She's volunteering for my campaign.
If Marisol likes her, she must be very special.
Yeah, she's the center of my universe, all right.
-Gracias. -Gracias.
¿Salud?
-(speaks Spanish) -Okay.
-Oh, yeah, sorry about that. Here's to you. -Mm.
Yeah. You were thirsty.
(man shouting excitedly in Spanish)
(crowd cheering)
-(music stops) -(man speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(laughter)
What's up, party people? How is everyone?
-(crowd cheering) -Welcome!
How lovely that we are all here on this beautiful day
because we are celebrating
a very important day in the life of a woman.
Or in this case,
women.
Because today we celebrate...
The Quinceañera.
of Paz and Mercedes!
(crowd cheering)
I speak for your parents,
for our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
And for myself,
-DJ Diego Spinz, -(laughter)
When I say,
Paz and Mercedes,
Happy Quinceañera.
(crowd cheering)
And now,
Our gracious host and patron,
Paz and Mercedes' esteemed godfather,
Mr. Gabriel Ortega,
will you do the honors?
(crowd cheering)
Welcome to my home, everyone.
For me it is an honor
to be the host of this great event
and to be the godfather of these two beautiful princesses.
Today we recognize these girls
as they become women.
If they are good women,
their lives will be blessed by God.
Congratulations.
(crowd cheering)
-(camera clicking) -(Gabriel speaking Spanish)
(speaks Spanish, chuckles)
A round of applause for my two Cinderellas.
(crowd cheering)
(cheering continues)
(speaking excitedly in Spanish)
(lively music playing)
(excited chatter)
(laughter)
♪ ♪
MARISOL (chuckles): You're very stiff.
Well, of course I'm stiff.
I told you, I can't fucking dance.
-Just-just go left and right. -Yeah, okay.
-Like that? -Yes, exactly.
-Okay, great. -(laughs)
So was your childhood like this?
I mean, this is pretty ritzy, you know.
I thought you had humble beginnings.
I never had a quinceañera.
Yeah. Why's that?
Because I went to the States before I turned 15.
Hmm. Maybe they'll give you some kind of honorary
-diploma or something. -No, thank you.
-Or whatever. -(laughs)
I think it's a ridiculous tradition.
You know, girls dressed up like dolls because they became women.
I don't know. They should want something better than that.
BILLY: Yeah, they'll figure it out.
-Just give them time. -Ugh.
I don't want to be 15 again.
-Ugh. I know that. -Yeah, me either.
Wouldn't mind being 19 again, though.
You know?
(woman singing in Spanish)
See, that's better than dancing, isn't it?
A little better.
So, I'm feeling kind of like I need to check in with Denise,
but my cell phone won't work up here.
-Is there anyplace you can go that...? -Oh, yeah.
Yeah, we're in a very remote place,
but there's a satellite phone in the billiard room.
-Yeah? Yeah? -Yeah, you can go if you want.
-They won't mind me using it? -Mm-mm.
Yeah. Oh. Lipstick?
-Yeah. -Yeah. You sure?
-Yeah, it's fine. -Okay. I'll be back in a minute.
♪ ♪
(traffic passing)
ROMAN: How many cards do we have?
MARY: Okay, so you should have five cards.
And you want to keep anything that's a pair.
-Or anything that's, like, really exciting. -Mm-hmm.
All right, I want four back, please.
Oh.
GIRL: Now I'm gonna put the top one that I had on top.
BOY: Four. Uh, you guys...
Ooh, you're gonna kill me. You're gonna kill me.
No.
-Did you beat that? -(phone ringing)
And I beat an eight.
You got to beat a queen.
You got to still beat a queen.
You still got to beat a queen.
-He's got to... -(phone continues ringing)
(phone beeps)
Hey.
LOOMIS: You somewhere you can talk?
Yeah. What's up?
Think we're fucked, Keith.
How do you mean?
Just heard someone's flipping.
Can't get ahold of Tom.
And what do you think we should do?
-You think it's Tom? -It's got to be.
It's not you. It's not me.
Not like Tom not to return my calls.
He's gonna fuck us to save his own ass.
Yeah.
Sounds like something he'd do.
Look, um...
I can't do this over the phone. Can we meet somewhere?
Just-just come up with a plan?
(Mary talking quietly)
Yeah. Yeah, it's a good idea.
We got to get out of this.
I'll text you where.
(phone beeps)
WYATT: What a fucking prick. Sounds like something I'd do?
Fuck that guy.
-I think he's onto us. -(mutters): He's onto us.
Yeah, I bet he knew I was listening. He knew.
Is that really what's fucking important right now?
Danny, I can tell you're stressed out,
so I'm gonna let this one slide.
Do what you need to do.
Be a big boy about it.
♪ ♪
(phone ringing)
Hello.
BILLY: Hey, honey.
Oh, hey, Dad.
I'm not offended at all
that you thought I needed a babysitter all weekend.
-BILLY: Yeah, whatever. -Hi, Billy.
-Tell Brittany hey. -He says hi.
-So how's your romantic getaway? -Oh, it's all right so far.
-Wear a condom! -Ew.
BILLY: Tell her, "Why start now? Ruin my record."
-Gross. -Anyway,
I don't have cell service down here,
so I'm on this satellite phone. Just in case you need something,
I want to give you the number, all right?
-Now, you got a pen? -Yeah, go ahead.
Okay. Hang on.
-(lively music playing) -(man speaking Spanish)
(camera clicking)
(shouting excitedly in Spanish)
(man singing in Spanish)
Are you enjoying your romantic getaway?
Why did you make me bring him here?
We needed to keep him away from Julio.
If that's your reason, I could have taken him anywhere.
Also, given his reputation, I wanted to meet him.
I expected someone with a little more...
with more personality, no?
I've made peace with Julio. That was your choice.
But I care about Billy.
Give me your word that you will treat him well.
I don't appreciate how you flaunt him in front of me.
He's a good man, Gabriel.
And I need him.
For what?
For your campaign?
For many things.
Are you in love with him?
(Gabriel scoffs)
You're a fool.
In love with a fantasy.
Do you think he would love you if he knew who you really are?
-Be nice. -Or what?
Or I won't give you my city.
You've been away so long, you've turned into a gringa.
You forget who I am,
Claudia.
Don't call me that.
♪ ♪
Fuck did you find this place? (laughs)
(exhales) So...
No one else is here.
I don't have my gun.
(laughs) Okay.
Let's just get this over with.
(chuckles) What are you talking about, man?
I know you know.
That's why I chose this spot.
Make it easier on you.
You won't get caught.
Mary gets a bigger payout if I'm dead.
Why the fuck would you do this, man?
Oh, come on. Fuck you, Danny.
-You put me in this position. -No, no, no! Don't give me
-that fucking shit! No, no, no! -I had no choice.
You're a grown fucking man!
You made your own fucking decisions!
Do not pin this on me.
Why you? Huh?
Why'd he send you?
I volunteered, you fucking prick.
The fuck you did.
You're too weak.
-Tom owns you. -Fuck you.
-Tom didn't fucking turn on me. -Not yet.
You better hope you can pull that trigger.
You think I'm a pussy? Huh?
-You don't think I can do it? -I wish.
I want you to.
That way, Mary never finds out what the fuck we've done.
And I don't have to rat out my best friend.
Just make sure nothing happens to her and the kids. Okay?
That's the least you can do.
(panting)
I'm gonna turn around.
LOOMIS (whispers): Fuck.
You help us both out.
(Loomis panting)
-(door closes) -(engine starts)
(vehicle drives off)
Hey.
-Hey, you found me. -Yeah, finally.
It's a big fucking joint. (chuckles)
My God, this bathrobe, I...
It was so big for me when I was little,
but I loved it.
(chuckles) I loved feeling cozy in it.
BILLY: What's wrong?
Is that your diary?
You don't want me to see your baby diary, do you?
(chuckles) No, it's just, uh...
It's a book my brother did for me.
Nice.
-It's our story. -Really?
-Mm-hmm. -Oh, that's cool. Hmm.
Well, looks like a pretty good little artist when he was a kid.
(chuckles softly)
Well, she fell down.
The hell is that?
That's a little dark for a kid to be drawing, isn't it?
My parents were murdered.
I'm sorry.
I, uh...
I was very little.
And I came here and lived with Gabriel's family.
They adopted me.
He became my brother and protected me.
I see. Sorry, I didn't mean to make light of that.
I didn't, I didn't know.
-No. -You know, you never said anything.
Just don't love to talk about it.
Yeah, I don't blame you. Sorry.
(footsteps approaching)
Hey. Oh, you found the book.
You know, I made that for her before she left to America.
Yeah, she said.
She left it behind.
-I didn't leave it behind. -You "forgot" it.
You forgot who you are.
No, I haven't forgotten.
Why do you care if it's here?
You know, Billy, um, Marisol and I,
we used to share this bed as children.
She used to be scared of the dark.
-Yeah, I still am. -GABRIEL: Mm.
We shared this bed-- you're gonna hate me
for telling this story-- we shared this bed
until the night Marisol got her first period.
-Okay. We are done. -She was freaking out
because she thought she was dying, of course.
(laughs): The blood coming out of her.
And then I was just in-in shock
-because I didn't know what to do. -MARISOL: Mm-hmm.
You were gonna show me the town, right?
Yes, let's go. Let's go.
(Marisol and Gabriel conversing in Spanish)
Billy's a grown man, right?
Your brother's an interesting character.
(sighs) Yeah, you are being polite.
No, it's just being home.
BILLY: Yeah.
I haven't been back to my home in... Oh, God.
That was when... I'll probably never go back.
You see the lazo?
That represents their everlasting union.
They're bound forever.
-(chuckles) -Yup.
BILLY: Hey, buddy.
I'll distract her. You-you make a run for it, all right?
-Gracias, gracias. (laughs) -Yeah, yeah.
-Billy. Don't ruin their wedding day. -What?
Well, he didn't know what I was talking about, anyway.
(Marisol laughs)
♪ ♪
(grunts softly)
(panting)
(grunting)
(phone beeps)
It's taken care of.
All of them.
No, I did it.
(bell tolling in distance)
Hey, you know the sister over there?
I think so.
Do you pray?
Oh, God, no.
-I'm sorry. -(laughs)
No, I-I wish. I don't pray.
So...
Why don't I just wait outside for you, okay?
-(softly): Yeah. -Yeah. Take your time.
♪ ♪
It's good to see you, Sister.
You are not welcome in the house of God.
Get out of here!
You disgrace me!
Get out!
See? That's what I'm saying. They're trying to fuck me up
with a confidential warrant for some weed?
Motherfuckers are getting licenses to sell this shit.
-I've got a weed card. -Dude, you asked me to get JT here,
and he's here, so chill. Let him do
-his work, okay? -Yeah, I wanted him because
he helped my cousin and he knows what the fuck he's doing.
-I don't know you. -All right, if you don't need me here,
-then whatever. -Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I apologize, okay?
I respect you.
Give him the fucking phone.
I'm listening.
How does this snitch shit work?
'Cause I heard about some shit that's going down.
Not here, but I know where.
Some... kid.
Could I get a deal for that?
That depends.
Let's hear what you got.
-BILLY: A plantano? -MARISOL: A plátano.
-That's a banana, isn't it? -Uh-huh.
-Yeah? -You're picking up a lot of Spanish here very quickly.
BILLY: Well, now, that one I heard before.
We used to make jokes about that one.
-MARISOL: About plátanos? (laughs) -Yeah.
I-I had a friend from...
-Señora Silva. -Yes?
(conversing in Spanish)
-The campaign. -Oh.
-Uh-huh. -I hope it's good news.
I hope so. It might take a while.
-That's all right. Take your time. -Good.
(door closes)
-Hey, Billy. -Hey, what's up?
-You like the town? -Yeah, yeah.
I didn't get to see much, but yeah, sure.
-Yeah, it's a nice town. -Yeah.
They're very poor, but, um... good people.
Yeah, I'm sure.
Do you know what I do, Billy?
To tell you the truth, she didn't tell me about you.
Really? Oh, that's strange.
We're very close, you know.
Well, she's, uh, she's a little secretive.
She tends to keep things under her hat, you know?
Mm. Would you like me to show you around the property?
Yeah, sure.
Ah, let's go. Please, after you.
Thanks.
GABRIEL: Ah, look at this.
Very bad year for the Cabernet grapes.
You know much about wine, Billy?
No, I don't know shit about wine.
Ah, you're more of a bourbon man, huh?
-Yeah, exactly. (chuckles) -I respect that.
Oh, please, don't-don't mind them.
So, look, I got a question about Marisol.
Okay.
What happened to her parents?
Ah, it's very sad.
Her parents owed money to the cartel, and...
they couldn't pay, so they paid with their lives.
-Which cartel? -Oh, they're long gone.
It's a very peaceful town now.
(chuckles): Yeah, I can see.
Pretty good at keeping the peace there.
-Well, some people want what I have. -Yeah.
(conversing in Spanish)
Billy. Billy, Eduardo.
-How you doing? -Hola.
Eduardo's been working for the family for a very long time.
-Sí, sí. -Uh, he's a very loyal man.
(conversing in Spanish)
I'm also a surgeon, Billy. (speaks Spanish)
No. No. No, no, no.
(conversing in Spanish)
Yeah, nice to meet you.
You're the first hobby surgeon I ever met.
Ah, it's a poor town. I'm the only surgeon around.
Feel like, uh, like it's my duty, you know?
-Hmm. -Would you like to see my operation room?
It's, uh, very state-of-the-art.
Uh...
-things like that kind of creep me out. -Hmm.
I probably better get back to the gal.
-She's a complicated woman. -(vehicle approaches)
Yeah. She ain't your average bear.
I think, Billy, you're in a honeymoon phase with her.
She's not a woman who can be controlled, you know.
You ever met one that could be?
What exactly are your intentions with my sister?
My intentions?
Mm-hmm.
Well, not that it's anybody's business,
but I don't have any specific intentions.
I just kind of watch and wait.
She's grown. So am I.
Thanks for the tour.
Of course.
They're not gonna shoot me, are they?
(chuckles): No. No. Please.
-All right. -I'm not a monster.
(Billy chuckles)
(indistinct police radio chatter)
-Step. -Yeah, watch out.
All right.
(indistinct chatter)
-All right, I'll be there in a second. Give me a minute. -PATTY: Hey.
I've been trying to call Billy. I can't get him.
What the fuck happened?
Someone got to Roman and his family.
What about the kids?
Jesus Christ.
Wha... What about the cop that was watching him?
They got to him, too.
I mean, how does this fucking happen?
Someone knew what they were doing.
That's how this fucking happens.
So what does this mean for Julio now?
HAKEEM: I'm gonna run it by the D.A.
No promises, but I'm gonna recommend we drop the charges.
Yeah, but we don't have Roman's testimony...
Yes, I heard enough to know that the kid didn't kill anyone.
But whatever this is, it's beyond Julio. Excuse me.
Yeah?
Hey.
Just tell me, was this the cartel?
We don't know for sure.
But if it is the cartel-- and I'm speculating-- but if...
What do you mean you're speculating?
If it was the cartel, once someone flips
and they're taken out, it's over.
Okay?
Yeah, okay, right.
Patty, look...
BILLY (recorded): Hey, this is Billy.
-Leave a message. -Fuck.
Hi, Denise. This is Patty.
Yeah, been a long time.
Listen, I'm trying to get ahold of your dad.
He's where? Why?
Never mind. Ju...
Yes, text me the number.
No, everything's fine. Everything's fine.
Just, if-if you get ahold of him, okay, tell him to call me.
Okay, thank you. Bye. Bye.
Damn it.
-I'm sorry, okay? -It's fine.
-This is not your fault. -I don't think it's my fault.
Can I give you a ride home?
I have my car, thank you.
Hi, I'm calling for Billy McBride.
Billy McBride.
(chains clinking)
Play that pretty song you played before.
(playing somber classical music)
(somber classical music continues)
The fuck are you?
I'm JT. I'm a friend of Billy's.
I'm sorry I startled you.
Okay, yeah.
-So, what, can I help you? -Well, I hope so.
I'm looking for Billy.
There's, uh... there's something going on.
Well, he's not here. He's in Mexico,
and apparently he'll be back tomorrow.
This won't wait.
Well, I don't know what to tell you
'cause I've been trying to get ahold of him, too.
It's Julio.
I-I think he's in trouble.
-What do you mean? -I don't know exactly.
It could be nothing, but, uh...
I don't want to chance it.
♪ ♪
(lock clicks)
Señora, like I said, Mr. McBride is not in at the moment.
I'll take the message for you. Okay?
Yes, Patty S.D. Patty S.P.
Uh, emergency at home.
Okay. Yes.
I'll make sure he gets it.
-Adios. -(phone beeps)
PATTY: Listen, he was right about Tito.
We have to get the kid released immediately.
Okay, let me see if I can get Wallace on the phone.
Or whatever judge is available.
-It doesn't matter. -Okay, listen.
Wallace knows the case, and she knows JT.
-She's our best bet. -Fuck. Fine.
-Just please hurry, okay? -(horn blares)
Fuck you!
(fire crackling softly)
Why did you bring me here?
I just thought we needed to get away.
You just seem kind of uncomfortable with your brother
and your memories and all that.
(sighs)
I wanted you to know who I am.
Where I'm from.
And my life is not perfect.
Whose life is perfect?
(crying softly)
-(Marisol panting heavily) -(bed creaking)
(Marisol moaning)
(dog barking in distance)
(door buzzes, clanks)
♪ ♪
(gasps)
(sobs softly)
(fire crackling softly)
(Gabriel and woman panting heavily)
-(Gabriel grunting) -(woman moaning)
What are you doing? Enough!
What are you doing, Claudia?
(laughs, speaks Spanish)
That's my robe!
I wasn't finished!
You're an animal.
Cover yourself.
(chuckles)
Now you know how I feel.
(panting)
Sit with me.
Sit down, Clau.
Please.
(Gabriel chuckles)
The lawyer will find out you're lying, then what?
You think about the future of others,
but can't see the future for yourself, Claudia.
♪ ♪
I will always be here for you, Claudia.
You know what needs to be done.
I don't want anything to happen to him.
Eh.
Shh. (clicks tongue)
Clau,
nothing's happened yet.
I know this guy, he'll never let it go.
I don't have to do it myself.
We can do it simple. Easy.
I'll hire outside people, it won't trace back to us.
Just say the word.
♪ ♪
(door opens, closes)
(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
Do you mind if I sit?
Are you going somewhere?
No, I'm just-just gonna ride the rails.
Look at some sky.
You're worried about Billy.
He'll blame himself.
I know I did.
We can be pretty hard on ourselves.
-Even you? -Even me.
You know, there ought to be an investigation into the death
-of the Suarez kid. -He wrote out his confession.
That's bullshit and you know it.
Until someone opens an investigation
and that case crosses my desk...
Enough.
This is exactly why I can't do this anymore.
Well, I wish you could.
'Cause we miss you.
I'm around.
♪ ♪
(man speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
(rooster crows)
(sighs)
(whispering prayer)
♪ ♪
(Gabriel sighs)
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
I had a dream about us last night.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
What kind of dream?
(Marisol chuckles)
That we were married.
-Really? -Is that crazy?
I've heard crazier things.
I...
I want you to tell me that you love me.
Okay.
You go first.
I do.
I love you.
Señor McBride.
There's a urgent phone call for you from a Patty...
-I really didn't get her last name. -Yeah, yeah.
Okay. I know who it is.
All right, sweetie, we'll continue this conversation?
-Yeah. -All right. Sorry.
She's got shitty timing. She always has.
Thanks, buddy.
♪ ♪