Let me ask you a question. How long do you look
at your cards before you tell me how many you want?
I mean, I'm-I'm not trying to be an asshole.
I'm just asking.
-You got someplace to be? -No, no.
Chief, I'm-I'm here for you.
(sighs)
But, you know, those cards aren't gonna change.
They're gonna stay the same till you tell me how many you want.
Just like to think things over, that's all.
-Good. Good. -To ruminate.
-(Willie laughs) -(Mickey sighs)
Okay. You ruminate, chief.
JENNIFER: I'm very good.
People make, like, hundreds of thousands of dollars
from playing this.
(laughing)
You're so st... You're so dumb.
-JENNIFER: Nah. This is, like, a competitive sport. -Oh, yeah.
-Mm-hmm. High IQ. -MICKEY: You ever overhear these people talk about dying?
Like, they were dead for a minute
or five minutes or whatever.
For every one of them, there's six others that have a wreck--
motorcycle or whatever-- (sighs)
they're in a coma for a month or six months.
They wake up, they don't remember shit.
They just remember they cranked up their bike,
next thing, nothing.
Just some nurse cleaning up their shit,
poking them all over.
(high-pitched): "Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith,
"you're in the hospital.
"You had an accident.
Tell me how many fucking fingers I'm holding up."
(chuckles)
-Give me two. -You got it.
Two for the chief.
-One for the dealer. -(poker chips clinking)
Let's see. Let's see what you got.
Three cowboys.
MICKEY: Jesus Christ.
You waited that long, and you're holding three kings?
Fuck.
I got shit.
Anyway, it's obvious the brain runs the whole operation.
It's got a fucking switch, you know?
Come to papa.
It's off, you're dead. You don't exist anymore.
Some doctors go in and fool around a little bit,
(pops lips) you're back.
Mickey! Shut it!
Hey, man, don't you get tired
of hearing yourself talk about stuff
that nobody's interested in?
I'm tired of being the only smart guy in the room.
-All right? -Oh, God!
Everywhere I go, nobody wants to listen.
Listen, are you gonna be a baby
if I try to fuck the Chinese chick? Huh?
-Shut up. -What? Are you? Huh?
Gonna make a difference if I am?
-No. -(chuckles)
But I want you on board, you know.
I want you supporting me, you know.
-Be nice. -I don't give a shit.
That's the way it is, with the brain.
Once it's off, you're out. No more.
No more Frankie and Susie, you know? Gone.
Hey, man, you're playing cards, right?
Why don't you stick to talking about cards?
As long as you got pussy and a cheeseburger,
you're good, right, Willie?
Yeah, man, I got mine.
Oh, I want a cheeseburger.
(gasps) I want a cheeseburger!
There's no cheeseburgers in Mexico. I told you already.
-Go find... -Stop that. Stop that.
You're driving me nuts with that.
See what you did?
(clears throat)
They won't let you take me to Applebee's.
-What? -They said you can't take me.
But then they said they don't even have Applebee's here.
Isn't that funny?
-Who? -What?
Who said that?
Those people. The-the people in the room.
(groans softly)
Wait, wait. Where are you going?
I'm gonna go find out who the hell you are
and what's going on.
WILLIE: Oh. Oh, boy. Oh, my goodness. Look at that.
MICKEY: Yeah, always calm, you know.
-Wow, you're so fucking limber. -Collected.
MICKEY: So, that's yours.
-WILLIE: You are so-- Fuck. -MICKEY: Right?
WILLIE: That is so fucking nuts.
Way so fucking fle-flexible.
-Hey. Hey. -MICKEY: Double down. -MAN: Double down?
My friend, here we go.
-Hi, guys. -Uno, dos, tres, cuatro.
-That's me, hello. -(mutters)
-Take it home for grandma. -There you go.
-A new pair of shoes, baby. -New pair of shoes.
That's it.
Guys, um, I must've been
really shit-faced last night or something,
'cause I got no memory of how this deal went down.
So if you could fill me in, I'd appreciate it.
-One second. One sec. Go ahead. -Geez.
-Hey, man. -Fucking pay attention.
That-that Chinese girlfriend you had, did she go back to sleep?
If you're talking about the girl back there,
she ain't my girlfriend, no.
-What...? -I got no fucking clue who she is.
So that's kind of what I'm getting at here, you know.
Oh, you had a clue last night, man.
You definitely did.
Yeah, well, I don't know about that.
Yeah. What?
Shut up.
I'm just kidding. I'm kidding.
-MAN: Don't fucking cheat me, man. -BILLY: Hey, dude.
-MICKEY: I'm not trying to make trouble. -Excuse me.
I'm not trying to make you upset.
-What's going on, man? -WILLIE: Yeah, we don't know.
We don't know. Do we know anything?
-I swear. -That's yours.
WILLIE: So, wait, she's not your girlfriend?
No, like I said, no. No, I don't know the girl.
You see?
Look, guys, no disrespect intended,
but who the fuck are you and why am I here?
-We're government. -What government?
Valkenvania.
-Valkenvania. -(Jennifer laughing)
-(chuckles): Okay. -We're here to protect you.
-All right. -All the information you got, you got from us.
Now you know too much.
WILLIE: Valkenvania.
MICKEY: The Russians, the Americans,
-everybody's looking for you. -Are they?
Yeah. Okay.
All right, then.
Read you loud and clear. Mm-hmm.
Come on, guys. Cut the shit.
Seriously, wh-what's going on?
Is that an attitude that I heard just then?
No, he just doesn't remember shit.
I think I heard a little attitude.
I-I... Look, man, what kind of attitude
would you have if you didn't know where the fuck you were?
I frankly don't give a fuck.
You're gonna be here a while, so just dig yourself,
make yourself comfortable.
Everybody's being very nice to you right now.
-Okay. -Play the game.
WILLIE: Why are you being like this? Why? Huh?
-MICKEY: So, that one's mine. -MAN: That's yours.
-Thank you so much. -You're not going anywhere.
You're gonna be here a while, all right?
So just, uh, you know, settle in.
That's all, relax. Settle in. Everybody settle in.
MICKEY: All right. If you want to-- you...
I'll give you this game.
-If you want it, you got it. -Yeah.
So, your friend's out front there?
There's bars on the windows, people outside.
-You're not going anywhere, pal. -Uh-huh.
All right? Just settle in.
We'll let you know when your time's up.
We'll let you know when you can step out.
All right? Unless you want us to tie you up.
Yeah.
No, I'm not big on being tied up.
MAN: (scoffs) All right,
then just go back to your chick in there or whatever.
Be comfortable. Take it easy.
WILLIE: Yeah, yeah, and stop asking questions.
MICKEY: So, that's 460, right?
WILLIE: This-this guy here, Mickey,
he'll answer all your questions,
and you really don't want to hear that.
MICKEY: Hey, fuck off, Willie.
We're just playing cards, all right?
MAN: Let's go another round, all right?
MICKEY: All right. Okay.
So, I had a... had a phone on me
and a pack of smokes.
You guys know anything about that?
You shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you health.
You should quit.
Yeah, well, I-I do smoke, so...
You better just, you know, walk away
before your medical condition has a change of status.
Don't do that.
It's you.
MICKEY: That blows it for you.
MAN: What? I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything.
-Fair and square, right? -JENNIFER: Shut up.
WILLIE: The Chinese chick. Come on, what?
JENNIFER: I don't give a shit. I already told you.
So, what's your name, anyway?
Janet. I don't look like a Janet.
(chuckles) What's your name?
That's not important.
Start laughing.
-What? -Just start laughing.
Why?
'Cause we're having fun, just hanging out, okay?
-Okay. (laughs loudly) -Just do it.
No, no. Don't like you're a fucking lunatic.
Like we're having fun, just a casual conversation.
Oh, okay. (laughs loudly)
No, no. Okay, forget it.
Okay, I-I need you
to tell me what happened and how we got here.
I don't know.
I mean, you know as much as I do.
We were in a bar,
and you were asking me
for a ride to the border. That's right.
But the guy that I was with, who brought me there,
he just... he got pissed off for some reason,
he just left.
Oh, no, wait. (chuckles)
You were not very nice to him.
And he said he was gonna kick your ass.
And then you said, "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm gonna cut
-your fucking throat." -Shh.
You were really drunk. I mean, really drunk.
-Yeah, okay. All right, enough. -(laughs loudly)
Shut up. I said you don't have to do that anymore, okay?
-Oh, I'm sorry. Okay. Okay. -Okay?
So, what else?
I don't know. I just...
I woke up on this bed next to you.
I-I tried to wake you up, but you were, like, dead.
Except for the weird-ass noises you make.
Do you have any idea? Like, it's just...
Yeah, okay, okay. Come on.
Tell me the rest.
Then I went in there, and, uh, they weren't...
they weren't very talkative.
Except for the guy and the girl.
That's right. Willie was his name.
He wants me... he wants me to give him a blow job.
Right in front of her he's saying that.
Right-- so creepy.
Pipe down.
(quietly): Then one of them said...
Yeah, they said-- one of them said...
they're waiting for the word.
"So stop fucking asking me."
I've got to ask you 'cause I got to figure this shit out, okay?
Oh, no. Not-not you. One of them said,
"So stop fucking asking me."
Okay.
So, what word?
I don't know.
(sighs)
You know what, I don't like blowjobs so much.
I mean, I guess they're okay,
but not really.
And cum smells like poppies.
No, no, no, not poppies.
Tulips. Next time you're in a flower garden,
smell the tulips.
Anything else?
Nope, just tulips.
No, anything else about what they said in there?
Don't know. I-I don't...
They just sit around playing cards
and argue about stuff.
And you swear to God you don't know these people?
You've never seen them in your life, right?
No. Excuse me?
I don't... Why would I? Do you know them?
Uh, no. It's just that you seem to remember a lot
about what went on at the bar.
I don't remember a fucking thing.
Well, maybe I'm a little...
I won't say it.
Maybe I'm brighter than you.
I don't know.
(sniffs) Probably not.
-(laughs) Anyway... Shh. -Look at me.
Anyway, listen to me.
Anything I tell you to do, just do it.
-Okay. -Every now and then,
go in there, just hang out with them. Okay?
-Okay. -Just act natural.
Kind of play dumb,
-you know. -I think I can do that.
All right.
Anything they say, tell me about it.
-Okay. Okay. -All right.
(Mickey vocalizing)
-Look, look, look. -Hey, now. Hey, now.
(speaking Spanish)
Ay, ay, ay. Ooh.
WILLIE: These aren't, you know... That's not...
Just, you know, there are no purple horses.
JENNIFER: That's just 'cause you've never seen one.
WILLIE: Because you're, uh, like, you're-you're creative?
-No. -(scoffs)
'Cause there's definitely fucking purple horses.
(laughs) Oh, yeah, right.
What are you doing?
Don't even think about it.
(knock at door)
WILLIE: I got that.
MICKEY: Check it out first, man.
-All right. -(laughs)
God bless America.
-Gracias. -All right.
-What do you got? -Here's lunch.
-Nice. Ooh, still warm... -Tamales.
WILLIE: That's so interesting.
That is so cool that, you know, like,
you're really, like, you're Oriental.
But I can't really tell
if you're, like, Chinese or Japanese.
Okay, Orientals are rugs.
-Uh-huh. -I'm Chinese. But not really.
I'm this girl from Lemon Grove.
-Lemon Grove? In San Diego? -Yeah.
I got a tattoo once from a famous tattoo artist.
Uh, hey, I'm gonna show you.
-Oh, no, that's o... No. -Hang on. No, I want to show you.
-I'll show you. It's not... -Okay.
-It's not scary or anything. -Hey.
Don't be a fucking idiot.
Wait, is this your business?
Yeah, it is.
(chuckles) Okay.
All right.
You know, you know what?
We can go in the back room,
and you can tell me, like... stories.
I'm a good listener.
W-What is it like to grow up Chinese?
-That must have been really tough. -You know what, I don't...
-I don't even speak Chinese. It's just... -You don't?
...shit is too hard, so...
-You don't speak...? -Don't say ni hao
to me, please.
That is so weird.
MAN: Why don't you stop fucking talking?
Two seconds. Eat.
-WILLIE: She said it's okay. -MAN: Eat.
-WILLIE: Do you like it? -I don't understand this movie.
WILLIE: You don't speak Spanish, do you?
JANET: I don't speak Spanish, either.
(movie continues in Spanish)
You can learn Spanish. It's not that hard.
-Right? -I don't think so.
Even I... even I know a little Spanish.
-Hey. -Mickey?
-You want something to eat? -No, I'm good, bud.
-You play cards? -Yeah, sometimes.
Yeah? Hey, maybe we play later.
-Yeah, yeah, okay. -All right.
So, uh...
I'm just kind of wondering, you know,
how long we're gonna play this game
before you guys let me in on the joke.
Is it money you want? 'Cause if it's money...
-(chuckles): Money? Money? -I understand, but...
-You got money? -No, that's the point. I don't have any money.
-So, I have to make a phone call, see? -We don't want your money, man.
We just babysit you until we ain't babysittin' you anymore.
-Will you just stop talking! -I don't need any babysittin'.
WILLIE (laughing): What good is he?
I'm sorry. Listen, you know what happened to me once?
I actually...
broke my dick in-inside a chick.
-Did you know that could happen? -That's... No.
-Yeah, I broke it. -Interesting.
Completely. All right? But it healed.
-You can do that? -And now...
I have, like, this, like, like, perfect little curve...
-Oh. Congratulations. -Rub my feet.
Will you... Come on!
-Rub them. -Babe, babe.
-Babe, you're... you're pushing your luck. -Rub them.
You fucking jealous or something?
-No. I don't give a fuck. -Do me a favor, just... just put
-your hand right here and rub her... -Oh, no, that's okay. Thank you.
What do you mean, no?!
Will you fuckin' rub her feet?
God! Uh, no... like...
I'm good.
-(Jennifer laughing) -Can I help you?
WILLIE: Sick puppy.
Look...
If I'm gonna be here, um...
for however long it is, um...
I got kind of problems with the pipes,
so I'll need some tea or something, you know?
Hey. Psst. Hey. Psst.
Boiling water and a lemon, anything.
You got any tea for him in the kitchen?
-Uh, it's in the drawer. -Go.
By the stove on the right.
-All right. -Whoa, whoa, not you. Not you.
-What? -Come here. Mickey, make him some tea.
-I don't know how to make tea. -You sit right here.
-Do me a favor. -Yeah, yeah, I get it.
-You don't know how to make tea? -Goddamn it.
You boil the fucking water and you put the tea bag in it.
-I'm watching you. -Can you fucking handle that?!
MICKEY: All right, all right, I gotcha. I gotcha.
Someone's a little on edge.
(laughs): Oh, you're laughing now?
Stop asking everybody questions and squirreling around here.
-I don't like it. -WILLIE: So fucking nuts. You know that?
-Yeah, that's right. -And you, too.
-What? -Fuckin' waste of sperm, you.
-MICKEY: ♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay ♪ -All of ya.
-Always picking on me. -Starting to get to me.
MICKEY: ♪ Canta y no llores ♪
MAN: Hey.
(Mickey continues singing "Cielito Lindo" quietly)
MICKEY: ♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay... ♪
So, Mickey, where you from originally?
-Me? -Yeah.
-East Coast. -Yeah?
Where are you from?
Was born in Alabama. Went to school in Indiana.
Ended up in L.A. Been there ever since.
-L.A.'s nice. -Yeah, it is. Good town.
(sighs) Hey, I got a question for you.
-Yeah? -You're a lawyer, right?
Who said that? I didn't say I was a lawyer.
No, you said it, uh, when you were shit-faced.
(chuckles): No.
Let me ask you a question.
Where exactly was I shit-faced?
It was in, uh, you know...
that place...
before y... you came here.
You don't remember anything, do ya?
No, I don't.
(both chuckle)
-Well. -Well...
Listen, I got something I wanted to talk to you about.
Okay.
I-I wrote this book.
Uh, except it's in my head, you know?
And it could just knock the world on its ass.
It's deep shit.
-Okay. -And I wrote this music, too.
The world... the world needs to hear it.
You ever feel like, you know, you're the smartest guy
in the room but nobody will listen?
Yeah. Yeah, I usually feel like the dumbest guy in the room
and nobody'll listen to me.
-Exactly. Yeah. -(chuckles)
Anyway, do you... How do you copyright?
Do you copyright ideas?
Or, uh... would... Like, I have music on a tape.
-Right. -So it's on a tape.
-Right. -Right? You know a lot about copyrighting.
-'Cause you're a lawyer. Right? -I didn't say...
-No, if you could just give me some pointers. -No, I didn't...
-(toaster pops) -I don't really know much
-about copyrighting, -Shit.
but, uh, I'll check it out, see if I know anybody.
-So, what kind of book is it, anyways? -I think we should end
this little tête-à-tête we got going here.
Vis à vis your conversation.
Yeah, just waiting for that tea, bud.
So, sorry.
-Don't forget your tea. -Yeah.
Hey, I'll think about that copyright thing.
-Maybe I'll know somebody, right? -Yeah, you got your tea. Friend.
Come on.
It's chamomile tea.
It'll put him right to sleep.
WILLIE (in distance): Listen,
just give me a little peck on the mouth.
A little peck on the mouth.
-JANET: Uh... -No, no. Ugh.
(Willie continues indistinctly)
Can I lay on you?
(quietly): Sure. Why not?
(sighs)
Will you put your arm around me? I'm kind of cold.
So, is the playboy still hitting on you out there?
Yeah.
He wants me to see his "perfect curve."
-Jesus. -I know.
I told him I wasn't dying to see it.
Yeah, I don't blame you.
Listen.
I want you to keep it up with him, okay?
I mean, keep shutting him down, but...
just flirt with him a little bit, just enough.
Just enough to keep him semi-interested.
All right?
What?
Why? Why?
-(groans softly) -Trust me.
(sighs)
Okay.
How about the rest of them, what are they doing?
Um, bald guy's reading a magazine.
And the girl's just sitting there.
I think she's playing a game on her phone.
The creep is on the couch next to her.
But I didn't see the crazy guy.
I did hear some snoring in the other room, though, so...
I guess that's him.
Yeah.
Did you hear any more details about what they're up to?
No.
Nobody's talking.
You should get some sleep, okay?
You may need it.
(takes deep breath) Okay.
Where are you going?
I just need to go in there for a minute, okay?
It's all right.
-Okay. -You just go to sleep.
Okay.
Hey.
Yeah?
Promise me you won't leave me here.
I promise.
(snoring)
Whatcha reading there, bud?
A book.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
You remember Mad magazine?
-You ever read that? -Alfred E. Neuman.
"What, me worry?"
You're pushing it, buddy, let me tell you somethin'.
You Puerto Rican?
-Pushing it. -No, I was just asking.
I mean, you guys are down here in Mexico.
I don't know, you guys all seem to be, uh...
you seem like a New Yorker kind to me.
You're pushing for an injury, my friend.
Look, I'm gonna... I want to make some tea, all right?
Hey. Psst.
(chuckles): I'm not going anywhere.
Hold it. Ho-ho-ho-ho.
Get him a tea, will you?
Do it. What's your problem?
-What are you, English? -Actually, I did that, uh,
DNA test.
You know, you spit in a tube, figure out who you are and shit.
73% fuckin' full-on teabag.
-Imagine that. -Yeah. Family told me
I was Irish, but... I guess I am, partly.
(stove clicking)
Cup. No sense washing another one, right?
I don't care what cup you use.
Appreciate you doing this.
(smacks lips) Did it look like I had a choice?
I'm not doing you a fuckin' favor.
All right.
So, how'd you wind up in Mexico?
(scoffs)
I don't know.
Yeah, me, neither.
You seem like a girl that would be from, like,
Grand Rapids, Michigan, or, like, Port Huron.
That's random.
Yeah, people say that about me sometimes.
(softly): Hmm.
Where are you from?
Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
No shit, huh?
-Yeah, shit. -Iowa.
I dated a girl from Iowa.
Sucks for her.
She was a basketball player.
Probably a basket case, too.
Middle America.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Hey, listen, um,
not to be a pain in the ass-- I know I already am,
but it ain't easy being a hostage, you see--
could I get one of those lemons cut up in my tea?
Great.
JENNIFER: Lemons... we got.
-Huh. -They're everywhere.
Fucking place.
Thank you.
You don't eat, you just, like, drink tea?
I eat sometimes.
I forget to a lot of times.
Mm. Probably shouldn't do that.
Yeah, I know.
Don't look like you eat much.
Were you ever a model?
(scoffs) What are you talking about?
No, seriously.
I mean, you seem like it.
No.
-That's really stupid. -Well, they missed out on it, then.
You could have fooled me.
All right, knock it off, lovebirds, all right?
Give him the tea already. Knock it off.
Yeah, okay.
Here.
Your little girlfriend's an idiot.
-(laughs) -Like I said, she isn't my girlfriend.
Hey, lovebirds, knock it off!
-That's it. Fun's over. -Yeah. Sorry.
Had a little problem with the tea.
(both chuckle)
So, uh, yeah.
You look like my buddy Gabriel's sister a little bit.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah, yeah. Pretty skinny.
You got a model's body, sorry to tell you.
-Shut up. -You do, honey.
-(chuckles) -Just curious.
It's like a Bible name, right?
Yeah, I guess so. Yeah.
-Well, maybe we... -All right, party's over, you two.
Yeah, you got it. You got it, buddy.
-Maybe we can talk later, okay? -Yeah, um...
So anyway, thanks a lot for this. Appreciate it.
Yeah. You're a sweet girl. I really appreciate this.
-What, are you on a date? -What is your fucking problem?
Did you give him your number?
Oh, God.
-Move your fucking head. -Oh, God. What happened?
(steady breathing)
(train whistle blows)
(gasps)
Oh, great. I didn't want to wake you up,
but I'm glad you woke up, though.
-I heard something. -What?
I went in the hallway last night.
You were asleep,
and I heard them talking, but it wasn't too loud,
so I snuck in and I was against the wall,
like, really flat like this.
And Mickey, he said, "Where are they dropping them off?"
No, no, wait, I'm sorry. The, um, wait.
It's the bald guy, the bald guy.
They still haven't said his name. He said he got the call.
And then Mickey said that about, you know,
"Where are they dropping them off?"
Then the other guy said, "No, it's changed.
We're supposed to finish the deal."
Then this morning, they-they,
they started getting, like, really busy
and-and-and taking things outside
and they were coming in and out, and I saw Mickey.
He was talking to three guys in a black car
because I saw through-through the door
when they opened it just for a minute.
And then, um, I saw through that door that, uh,
Mickey was loading some bags into a truck.
They were really busy,
and-and they were kind of intense and-and arguing.
Mickey and the bald guy.
And they said, "When it gets dark..." something.
-What? -I couldn't hear what...
(Willie clears throat)
Uh-huh.
What's up?
Not much. Too early to tell yet. How 'bout you?
(laughs): Chinese chicks.
-So what do you... -Close the door.
Quietly.
So what do you think?
What do you think that means?
Okay. I want you to listen to me very carefully, all right?
-Okay. -All right.
In a little while, I want you to go in there,
and I want you to sit down with him just like usual, all right?
Okay.
You know, resist that creep and everything, but...
you know, be a little flirtatious
-with him, you know. -Okay, okay.
-Just keep flirting with him. -Okay.
-Until I get in there. -Okay.
-I'm gonna come in there. -Yeah.
And I'm gonna ask the girl to make me some tea.
Okay.
-When she does, -Mm-hmm.
-and hopefully she will... -Yeah.
...look over at me.
-Okay. -And if I give you the nod...
Uh-huh.
...you tell him you want to see that dick thing of his,
whatever it is, the curve or whatever.
-Okay... Yeah. -Got me?
And then I want you to bring him back here.
-Here? -Bring him back-- yes.
-In this, this room? Okay. -Bring him back here and get him on the bed.
Now, once you get his pants down...
Oh, no, I can't blow this guy.
Hey, listen to me, goddamn it. Listen to me.
Do you want to fucking die, or you want to blow that creep?
-No, okay-okay. -Huh? I'd blow him myself,
but I don't think he'd be interested.
Okay, okay. I got it. Okay.
So anyway, you get him relaxed,
you fuck around with him and everything.
When you get him all readied up and he's all into it
and all this kind of thing, right under that blanket
wedged in the mattress right there,
there's a knife, okay?
A long knife. Now I want you--
Don't fuck with it. I've got it just right.
I know. I'm just gonna look at it.
Oh, shit.
God, it's huge. Okay.
Just find an opportunity, okay?
-Okay. -When you get the opportunity,
I want you to take the knife,
I want you to jam it right up through his balls...
-No. No. -Listen to me.
As hard as you can,
-right up into him. -Oh, my God.
I want you to bury it in him, do you understand me?
Bury it in him and, immediately,
pull it out.
-Don't forget that part. -You do that part.
You do that part.
I'm not gonna be here, honey.
-You don't understand. I... -You... Listen.
-Okay. -These fucking people are gonna kill us, do you understand me?
I... What if it goes wrong?
If it goes wrong, they fucking kill us.
It's the only chance we got.
Okay. Okay.
Jam it up in him all the way,
and then when you pull it out,
I want you to get up and run toward that back door out there,
screaming bloody murder. Hear me?
At the top of your lungs.
And I'll meet you at the back door.
-Okay. Okay. -Okay?
-WILLIE: Sure. -Hey.
-You got to get going. -Where's my fucking toothbrush?
-I know, I know, I know. I know! -Where's my fucking toothbrush?
-You know what, you know what?
-I don't know you. (laughs) -Shit. Fucking used
-my toothbrush again. -Fuck, the green thing?
The green toothbrush.
-Where is it? -I don't know, babe.
-I'll get you a new one. -I want that one!
What's all the hubbub, guys?
Um... nothing.
Hey, listen.
I know you're in the middle of it,
but I-I need another tea and I'm afraid...
Goddamn it! I'm busy.
I'm not your fucking room service.
I understand. Look, I'll go ask the boss...
No, no, no, no, no. I-I...
(whispering): No, don't be a dick.
I'll make you your fucking tea.
(Willie and Janet speaking softly)
-So what was happening? -I don't know.
I don't know. You really want to?
-You really want to? -I do. I do.
-Come on. -So, seriously, wh-where you guys headed?
And why you packing up so quick?
Are you guys leaving out of here?
-Are we going? -JANET: Come on.
Or is it just you?
Oh. Okay.
I mean, and-and look at them. Jesus Christ.
-No, this bedroom. -No, no, this is my room here.
-No, no, th-this bedroom. -No.
I'm not going in there with all that jizz.
-That's his shit. Right here. -No, I like this bedroom.
-No, right here. No, right here. -No, this bedroom's much...
-Right here, right here. -Hey! Hey!
Hey, what? Hey, what? I'm just...
Is that how easy it is for you?
I sit here and put on a fucking act to protect your ass,
-and this is what I get? The first fucking time. -No, no, I'll be right back.
-And you grab him by the fucking hand? -What are you doing?
Listen, you have to get your shit together. Go, go.
-No, no, go with him. I don't give a shit, go with him. -I'll be right back.
-This is ridiculous. -Okay, I'll be right back. It's okay.
-You're ridiculous. -It's okay, honey.
What do we do? What do I do?
Pull your dress up, pull your dress up.
WILLIE: Fucking married.
-Oh, okay. -Hey, hey, come on.
-Yes, I'm here. -You know what? Take her.
I don't give a shit.
-Just fucking take her. -Yeah, I will.
-It's here. I'm... -Do whatever you want at this point.
-I could give a fuck less. -Come on, China.
I don't know how you take this stuff.
Is that his M.O.? Is that what he does
-all the fucking time? -I don't know.
-We got to get going. -Goddamn it.
Let's go.
I know. More tea. Sorry.
Hate to break up the meeting, missy. We got work to do.
Could you tell me
-about what's been going on here, please? -Stop.
-You don't even seem to fit with these guys. -Stop.
You seem like a good guy, all right?
So can you just talk to me?
What's with all the weaponry and shit?
You guys gonna do something to us?
Seriously, could you tell me? Tell me anything.
I can help you.
WILLIE: (screaming) God!
-(screaming) -What the fuck?
-(screaming) -MICKEY: Willie!
-(screaming) -Willy? Oh, God.
What happened?
-Jesus! -Come on, come on, come on.
-Come on. Go, go, go, go, go. -(overlapping shouting)
Open the door, open the door, open the door.
JENNIFER: I can't see!
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
-(screaming) -Run.
Come on, honey, run.
All right. Goddamn it.
Okay, go, go, go, go, go.
Go.
Where you going?
Why did you throw the fucking knife?
-Come on. Come on. -I didn't want it!
(dog whimpering)
Go, go, go.
(whimpering)
(gasps)
Go, go, go. Come on.
-Hold this. Hold this. -(screams)
Give me the gun. Come here. Put your leg over.
-Come on. -(screams)
-What, what? -Come on.
Come on, come on.
(dog barking)
(whimpers, barks)
(screams) They're coming! They're coming!
(children laughing)
♪ ♪
(man speaking Spanish)
What's gonna happen?
-Where do we go? -Goddamn.
Where are we going?
-Just keep your fingers crossed. -Did we lose those guys?
What happened? What's gonna happen?
Is this it? Is this where we're gonna die? Oh, my God.
Come on.
Which way? Which way?
-Go, go, go, go, go. Just run. -Which way?
(screaming)
-It's okay, it's okay. -Okay, okay.
Hi. Which way is town? Pueblo?
Donde?
-(gunfire) -This way? Stay back, back, back, back.
-Come on. Come on. Come on. -Okay.
-Go, run. Back. -Okay.
MAN: You're a deadman.
(gasps)
(shouting)
♪ ♪
Coming through, coming through!
-You see him? -I don't see him.
Step aside.
Watch yourself.
Can you see him?
Hey, buddy, come here, come here.
Hurry, hurry, hurry. Andale.
Estoy peligro, okay?
So you need to help her, you need to take her away.
Proteccion, okay?
Listen, my name's Billy McBride.
I'm from Santa Monica, California.
I'm easy to find. You saved my life.
-Now go. Take her away. -No, no.
-Go, go, go. -No, no, no.
-I-I want to come with you. -Go, go, go.
No, no, no.
Billy, no, don't leave me.
♪ ♪
(groans)
Hey, buddy.
San Diego. Where's San Diego?
Which direction, San Diego?
-(speaks Spanish) -I don't understand that!
San Diego. English?
Follow the orange line.
Why didn't you say so? Goddamn it.
(cheering)
-Hey, buddy. -Sir, we're out of ears.
-I know it's a problem. -No, no, no, listen.
It's not that. Hold on. Which way is the border and how far?
30 miles. Maps are on
-the rack by the door. -Okay, you got a phone?
Local calls only.
-Goddamn it. -There he is, there he is.
Hey, employees only back there!
-(gunshots) -Got you, you little pussy.
Hey, asshole! You're a deadman.
Yeah, screw your mother!
You're target practice, baby.
See, where you going? Bull's-eye.
Put your gun away.
Hey!
How you doing?
Oh, wow. (laughs forcedly)
-Huh? -Hey.
-You look like my sister. -All right,
let's get out of here.
Are you awake?
Yeah. Yeah.
Are you?
Uh, yeah, I just spoke, so I'm awake.
How you doing?
(laughs): Um...
I don't know, I feel a little weird, but I'm okay.
Weird like how?
Like, weird weird. Like I feel weird.
(sniffs)
What do you feel weird about?
Everything, I don't know. You don't feel weird at all?
-No. -Really?
-Mm-mm. -That's weird.
(phone rings)
Oh, shit.
-Do you want me to-- okay. -Sorry. Excuse me.
Nope. That's fine.
Yeah?
Okay, yeah. When?
Uh, yeah, look, just tell Cassidy
that I'll meet him at the donut place in an hour, okay?
All right.
-(phone beeps) -Was that about Julio?
No. No, no, no. It was...
You're still gonna look into it though, right?
Yeah. I promise you.
Okay, because he didn't kill himself.
-I know. -Okay.
-I promise you. -Okay.
What?
You want to have coffee with me?
Yes.
Yeah?
-Okay. -Okay.
I'm just gonna hop in the shower so give me a couple minutes.
Okay.
Do you want me to put your phone back?
-Uh, yeah, sure. That's fine. -Yes.
-Oh, hey. -Yes.
You look beautiful in the morning.
-No, you know I don't. -Yeah, you do.
(shower running)
♪ ♪
(shower continues running)
Hi. Yep.
-Hi. -Hey.
No coffee?
No, I had to go and I didn't want to bother you
when you were in the shower.
Right. Right.
Well, I'm really glad that you came over.
-Me, too. -Yeah.
Me, too. I'm also glad.
-All right. -Okay.
I'll call you later.
I'd like that.
-Okay. -Drive safe.
-Thank you. Have a good day. -Yep.
Oh, now you fucking work. Okay.
(reporters clamoring)
I'm-I'm gonna make my comments
in the near future, so I'm sorry,
-I can't comment any... -(reporters clamoring)
There's nothing I can tell right now, I'm so sorry.
(reporters clamoring)
There's nothing I can say right now.
(sighs)
I wasn't prepared for any of this.
Did your dad get home okay?
I was gonna ask you the same question.
He didn't come home with you?
When he heard about Julio, he started drinking.
He felt very self-destructive and I couldn't help him.
He just took a bottle and left.
I don't know where he went.
I'm sure he's okay.
Just... let me know if you hear anything from him.
Sure.
Thank you.
Well, hello.
Hi.
Did you speak to Senator Briggs about your new job?
Yeah.
Good.
What's on your mind?
These, um,
past few weeks, it's...
it's like you've become a different person.
The meetings, the weird phone calls,
-the guy with the hook. -Well, Elena,
you have to play the game to win.
Oh, I know you're gonna win.
There's no doubt.
But I know you're a fraud.
Look, I understand you're upset about being let go.
I spoke to your old elementary school teacher.
Mm.
In your hometown.
Sister Maria Isabella?
The sister knew you by a different name.
Claudia Quintero.
-That name means nothing to me. -Right.
Because Claudia Quintero doesn't exist in any public record.
It's like she's a ghost.
You're very nosy, Elena.
Do you want money?
No.
So why are you doing this?
Because I believed in you.
You were gonna do great things.
I am gonna do great things.
No. Because you don't give a shit about your community.
How dare you say that to me.
Who are you?
My name is Marisol Silva.
Now get the fuck out of my office.
What happened?
I was fired. Good luck.
(door slams)
(phone beeps)
Hey, Frankie.
Um, it's Denise again. Sorry.
I just...
Are you sure you haven't seen my dad at the bar?
Hey.
-Hey. -Did you hear from Billy yet?
No.
Yeah, he's not answering his phone.
I'm sure he's upset about Julio.
-It's so sad. That poor kid. -Yeah.
Listen, I need you to go through all the incoming
and outgoing numbers, and I want you to keep calling
until you get someone.
-Okay? -Okay. Whose phone is this?
-That is Keith Roman's burner phone. -Why do you have this?
-Because I borrowed it. Because I borrowed it. Okay? -Borrowed?
-That's right. That's what I did. -Okay.
So please do that. What is on my desk?
Oh. Those are for Brittany.
-She has a secret admirer. -Mm-hmm?
I read the card.
Tom Wyatt.
How is it a secret if his name's on the card?
-You know who that is, right? -Don't give a fuck.
-He's a billionaire. -Get that shit off my desk.
Not too shabby.
(door closes)
(clock chiming)
I'm sorry I'm such a bummer today.
Just...
(sighs) this whole thing about Julio.
You don't have to apologize.
I just can't believe he killed himself.
He was about to get out.
You never know what people are thinking.
I just keep thinking about how desperate he must've felt.
(sighs)
'Cause I've had those thoughts.
Like, I've wanted to do bad things to myself.
And-and I don't mean, like, abuse myself.
I mean, like...
end myself.
(sighs): Yeah.
I've felt that loneliness.
(soft crying)
(sniffles)
(crying)
Hey.
What's wrong?
(crying) Mm.
-Uh, no. -Come on.
It's okay.
-Uh-uh. Mm-mm. -It's okay.
-(coughing) -It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
Come here.
(whispering): Come here.
-It's all right. -(coughing)
(crying continues)
-Oh, I can't breathe. -You're all right.
(panting)
(sobbing)
Jesus.
Wait, I know you.
-(mechanical hand whirring) -(screaming)
Leave town.
Tell Senator Briggs you tripped.
(sobbing)
(line ringing)
BILLY: Hey, this is Billy.
-Leave a message. -(beeps)
Hey, Dad. Um...
I haven't heard from you,
and I'm starting to get kind of worried.
So, uh, just give me a call back.
Love you.
Okay.
Goddamn it.
That's not enough.
Fuck. Fuck.
(engine starts)
BILLY: Hey, this is Billy. Leave a message.
(beeps)
DENISE: Dad...
Look, I know you, like, fucking do this, or whatever,
and you disappear, but...
it's getting pretty messed up, even for you.
So...
(sighs) ...just fucking call me.
This is your daughter, Denise.
(engine starts)
BILLY: Hey, this is Billy.
-Leave a message. -(beeps)
And you know what? Like, I fucking asked you.
It was the one fucking thing I asked you.
I said, "Please don't screw it up with Marisol."
I said please. That was the one fucking thing, dude.
And you just pushed her away.
You fucking pushed her away, just like you push me away.
(sobs)
Just like you fucking push everyone away
who cares about you.
PETE: Danny!
Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny.
It appears as if you're trying to make a run for it.
Tom sent you.
Well, we were hoping it wouldn't come to this, Danny.
He sent you 'cause he's a fucking coward.
(laughs) Well, that's the pot calling the kettle black.
Don't you think?
And I debated, 'cause I was thinking of using
"people who live in glass houses
shouldn't throw stones." I thought...
Fuck you. Keith was my best friend.
Well, there's your problem right there.
You can't get emotionally attached to these people, Danny.
Stop fucking saying "Danny."
Sorry... Daniel.
I'm just, uh... just gonna miss you.
Me, too.
(shouts)
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
You should have listened.
(gasping)
(shouts)
(grunts)
(loud bang)
(screaming)
Fuck.
Jesus, this guy's car smells.
Looks like he ate every meal behind the wheel.
It still smells better than your car.
-Fuck you. -(phone chiming)
-Hello? -MARVA: Oh, hello!
This is Marva Jefferson. (chuckles)
I-I'm just so happy that somebody finally answered.
Who is this?
Yeah, they found his ear in the swimming pool.
The rest of him on the sidewalk.
-What? -I know, right?
It's messed up.
What was his name?
Daniel Loomis.
He was a member here.
You know anything about him?
Nah. But he was a good tipper.
It's too bad it wasn't his friend who got killed.
That guy was such a prick.
Who was his friend?
I don't know.
But he's outside on the bench.
Hey. Uh, do you know a Roman?
I'm so glad you asked.
I know many Romans...
and Greeks...
and Turks, and Genghis fucking Khan
was my best fucking friend.
Thank you.
Huh.
-(phone rings) -No. I can't. No.
-(phone rings) -Goddamn it.
Yes.
Oh, hi.
So where is he?
What?!
All right, that's him.
You stay here.
Fernando Venezuela.
That wasn't...
Um...
Va-Vasquez. Fernando Vasquez.
Fuck.
Fernan-- Vacuum. Fernando Vac--
I don't fucking know. Um...
JT told me to give you this.
-That's close enough. -Okay.
It's Fernando Valenzuela.
Fuck. Thank you. That's...
(quietly): That makes sense.
(Billy groans)
Goddamn, son of a bitch.
(groans) Damn it.
Little help, man?
Jesus. (grunts)
All right. Thanks, bud.
Oh, fuck.
-(crying): Dad. -Oh, hey, honey.
DENISE: I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
BILLY: Oh, don't-don't-don't worry about it.
-Everything's okay, sweetie. -Are you okay?
Yeah. It looks worse than it is.
Jesus.
PATTY: Shit.
Please give me a fucking cigarette.
Yeah. Okay.
-What the hell happened? -I'll tell you
the whole thing on our way, all right?
Okay.
I'll light it. I'll light it.
Shit. My hands are shaking.
-I can't... -Let's just get in the fucking car. Come on.
Oh, you know what? Let me drive.
No, no. I got it. I can drive.
No, no. We need to get somewhere.
Wh... That wasn't nice.
That wasn't a nice thing to say.
BILLY: How do you crank this fucking thing up?
With the key. You do it with the key.
-BILLY: Okay. -PATTY: Smart-ass.
PATTY: In. Then you press that.
-(engine starts) -Put your seat belt on.
Put your seat belt on.
Lights on. You have to put the lights on.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
Put the-- put your lights on!