(rustling) (electronic whirring, indistinct muttering) (man muttering, whimpering) (muttering) (chain-saw motor starting) (chain-saw buzzes, thudding) WOMAN (voice-over): Just cos I'm telling you this story doesn't mean I'm alive at the end of it. This could all be pre-recorded, and I could be talking to you from the bottom of the ocean. Yeah, it's that kind of a story. 'Cause things just got so out of control. (audio rewinding rapidly) But let's go back to where it started. Here, in paradise, where they say God parked himself on the seventh day, but they towed him on the eighth. And this is Ben and Chon's hole-in-the-wall by the sea. Paid for in cash. (grunting, heavy breathing) Not bad for two young Laguna dudes who are definitely not employable on Wall Street. Chon is a killer. Two tours. Iraq, Afghanistan. And he came back with a lot of cash, but no soul. He's always trying to fuck the war out of himself. I have orgasms. He has war-gasms. (exhales) So, I guess I try to give him back some of the things that he's lost. Chon is the love of my life. Call me O. I was named after Ophelia, the bipolar basket case in Hamlet who committed suicide, so I cut it down to just O. Dope's supposed to be bad, but in a bad, bad world, it's good. Chon says drugs are a rational response to insanity. Mmm. (sighs) (mariachi music plays over speaker) (music stops) Chon, you want some? What is it about porn that you guys like so much? What is that? Is that Iraq? No. Mexico. (gasps) Where's Ben? Isn't he still in Burma? No. Africa someplace. He said he was going to be gone three weeks. That's changing, O. Let's get some air. Come on. O (voice-over): I guess you've figured out by now, if people are willing to go Henry VIII on this, Chon and Ben grow some of the best weed in the world. (gull squawking) (mariachi music plays over speaker) -(music stops) -(horn honking) Bring the bags in. Thanks. O (voice-over): Oh, yeah, this is Ben. O: Ben! (squeals) (voice-over): The other love of my life. BOTH: Oh! Oh, my sweet lotus. Oh, my sweet Ben. How was Africa? You know, I started in Burma, and then I took a left and ended up in the Congo. -But if you're serious... -Good thing I'm tough. -Chon, boy. -Good to see you. -It's good to see you, man. -Aw. You all right? Here, look. You got any of that Lomotil? Lomotil? Yeah, I put some in your room. Suck on some ice cubes, man. You look like shit. -Yeah? -Mm-hmm. BEN: Place looks good, though. Thank you, O. -Thank you. -You're welcome. -O: Shut up. You're a jerk. He didn't do anything. I know. I know. Here, you been taking care of my babies? Huh? Too busy making some of your own? (laughs) Listen, I'm going to go catch a long swim. We'll talk business later, okay? Hey. O (voice-over): Every successful business has an origin story. Microsoft and Apple were born in garages. Ben and Chon's was born on the beach. Ben went to Berkeley and double-majored in business and botany. Chon was between deployments. And they've been buddies since high school. So, one day, they're sitting there thinking about what they're going to do, and Ben says... So, where do you think the best cannabis in the world comes from? Easy. Afghanistan. -(bell dings) -O (voice-over): Ding. That was the "founder" moment. So, Chon, from the most dangerous ground in the world, smuggles back the finest seeds. # Legalize it # Don't criticize it It grew. Within six years, they had a couple of farms and a great customer base. # Legalize it, yeah, yeah Here, try this. # And I will advertise it... O (voice-over): It became urban legend. If you ask any serious head where the best dope in the world in the 21st century is, it's not Thailand, Jamaica and certainly not Mexico. THC is testing 33%. I ran it twice. There's got to be a glitch. I think we just struck gold. O (voice-over): It's right here in California, USA. Ben says every plant needs love. # Don't, don't, don't criticize it... # He sees himself as a healer. Then, when I started to help out at the grow-op, he called me his own lotus in water. I like that. They partner in several dispensaries and supply many of the clubs in California. And it's progressive, because, from what I've seen, at least, it helps with the pain. 15 million satisfied customers can't all be wrong. But the big money comes from shipping it out of state. That's the 50. At high prices, they get up to $6,000 a pound. Ben's guiding philosophy is basically Buddhist. Don't fuck with people. His true genius is that he takes 99% of the paranoia and violence out of the business. The other one percent? Well, that's where Chon comes in. Chon's philosophy is basically "Baddhist." -(man yelling) -WOMAN: Get off me, fucker! O (voice-over): Don't fuck with Ben. What?! The money, Brett. I got your fucking money. (grunting and groaning) (screaming) O (voice-over): For Ben, the dope business is green. (low chatter) His foundation has branches in Africa and Asia. "Money isn't enough," he says. "You've got to give your heart." (gulls squawking) O: Hey. Don't ever go away on me again. (both laughing) (laughs) I really missed you. Tell me that again. I... really... missed you. O (voice-over): I know what you're thinking. "Slut," right? And maybe it is wrong. But the truth is, we all love each other so much. We trust each other. We take care of each other. And for me, together, they are one complete man. Chon is cold metal. Chon fucks, and Ben makes love. Chon is earth, and Ben, spirit. And the one thing they have in common is me. I am the home that neither of them ever had. (grunting, panting) And they're mine. I really missed this with you. (gulls squawking) Good swim? Exhilarating. No sharks? Not in the ocean. They knew you were coming. They want to meet. Tomorrow. Let's make a deal. Big mistake. Are we really going to get caught up in this shit, Chon? We could get out of a business we want to get out of anyway. What if I'm not ready to walk away? (chuckles) -Then you run it. -That's not what I do. -Then let me do what I do best, all right? We built this. It's ours. Why the fuck do you want to give it away? -You see that video? -I've seen worse, -and I'd do worse to them. -Yeah, and I wouldn't. They're going to think we're afraid of them. I am afraid of them. I'm not. We're not all you, Chon. I didn't get into this thing to kill people. You don't get it, do you? It's a jungle thing, Ben. When they smell your fear, they like it. They will attack us. They're fucking savages. Surrender is not defeat, Chon. You're resisting change. Just let it go. Uh-oh. Testosterone. Close your legs. It's showing. Oh. Sorry. I was talking to him. Hey, can you boys take me out somewhere nice? Come on. We can drink a little, relax. It's been a while. O (voice-over): This is Lado. He's a man of many skills. Gardening is just his day job. (snorting) I'm going to go take a shower, baby. You want to come join me? Uh, absolutely. Ah-ah. Not yet. No, no. (doorbell chimes) (doorbell chimes) Baby, did you order a fucking plant? Roberto Rodriguez wants a refund. Whoa, whoa. Look, you hire a lawyer, you pay him, win/lose. Roberto knew the deal. That much coke-- there's no "get out of jail free" card. So, instead, you do all his coke and miss all the motions and objections. You turn a five-year stretch into 20. Mijo, take a look. He figures you owe him 15 years of his life. Okay, I got it. I can still help the guy. I got juice. I'll file an appeal, all right? I got money. How much does he need? -Name a price. -He doesn't want your money. He wants your years. How old are you exactly? Forty-two. Roberto says to shoot you in one knee make you 52, both knees 62. -Okay, stop, please. -Sound fair, Mr. Lawyer? Just give me a fucking chance to talk. I can help you, okay? How can you help me? How? I can hook you up... with El Azul. That's how. Why would that be good for me? 'Cause he's going to win. 'Cause you know Elena Sanchez can't cut the shit in this business. Azul knows the turf in Mexico, man. He's buying your cops, your judges. He's political, man. He's coming fast. It won't be long. You want on his train? I can stamp your ticket. I pick up that phone, and you're in. Go ahead, pick it up. Okay. All right. (touch-tone dialling) (line ringing) (man speaking Spanish over phone) Hey. It's Chad. Tell El Jefe "Chip," though. I need to talk to him right away. I got good news. So, pal, who do I say is calling? Como se llama? George Lopez. (groans) Now you're 52. Senor Azul. (speaking Spanish) Jesus! (groans) Tell me, was it El Azul who told you to take a dive at Roberto's trial? Fucking prick! Bueno? Bueno! -Yes or no? -No... No answer? Now you're 62. -EL AZUL: Bueno? -Oh, fuck! Hola. Azul, it's Lado. -Fuck! -Remember me? (speaking Spanish) (pained yelling) -Goddamn it! -LADO: Oh, we're just making gringo lawyer soup here in the kitchen. -Lado. Lado. -(whimpering) -(Chad yelling) -(screams) No! No! (speaking Spanish) (screams) Azul, how was Tijuana? Bad boy, bombing our warehouses. Elena says you're going to need a better lawyer in the north. (yelling in Spanish) Watch the yelling. It's bad for the blood pressure. You have a nice day, too. WOMAN (sobbing): No! No! -No. -Do her. No. No. (whistles) (sobbing): No, please. You want to fuck her? (speaks Spanish) If you don't, she'll be a witness. And we don't leave any witnesses. No! Pull that trigger gently. Now. Pull it! (screams) No! (sniffing) (camera clicks) (panting) (camera clicks) (chain saw buzzing) (song playing in Spanish) (camera clicks) O (voice-over): Dennis Cain is a high-level drug enforcement agent. Without this guy, Ben and Chon would be out of business. (music stops abruptly) (slurping) Nice day. But I shouldn't be seen in the same zip code as you guys. Would you prefer we come to your office in San Diego with your gift bag, Dennis? Oh, take it easy, sailor. What's got your panties in a wad now? A vid clip. From, I think, the Baja Cartel, featuring seven decapitations. Talk about your hostile takeover. BC moving in on you guys? Oh, come on, Dennis. What the fuck's going on? Well, what's going on is you're not the only indie frogs on the stove, my man. They're killing each other down there in Mexico Way. And that's why they're moving north. The forks are out, the pie's getting smaller. Why is that? Too many cops with their hands in the pie, Dennis? Oh, that's just it. We have to keep the animals in the zoo, but now, with this war on drugs, it's like the war in Iraq, Chon, boy. Your point is what? Why is it they want our business when they put out 35 million pounds of grass last year? Because your THC levels are off the fucking charts. They're, like, 30%, right? 33. Depends. Yeah, and... and their schwag is what, three to... three to five? Come on, man. They're Walmart, man. You're Ben and Chon. They want a Ben and Chon section in aisle three. Okay? What's so difficult to comprehend? Fine. Well, tell them to move their shit indoors and buy their own fucking lamps. Well... (chuckles) welcome to the recession, boys. You should be grateful you still have a product people want. So, you don't mind if your envelope gets a little thinner, then? (chuckling): You guys, you guys. You know, you... you have a clean business. There's no problems. But there ain't no Ben and Chon without Dennis, so my envelope stays the same. Oh. Just a matter of time, guys, before they legalize this shit. Don't fuck with Walmart. I mean, I'd take the deal instead of decapitation. You know? Keep banging that sweet California ass. You guys had a good run, man. Just, you know, embrace the change. I'll see you. Dennis. That new stuff helping with the chemo? Yeah. Yeah, it is. Thanks, Ben. I'll send some more of that over. How's she doing? Well... (sighs) she's dying, you know? Oh, man, I thought this was a business negotiation. You saw the video. Yeah, that was Mexico. This is Laguna. The cops here wear shorts and ride bicycles. That's why we're thinking of running. You start running, Ben, you never stop. Now, look, we go away for a while, it'd be nice. Besides, there are other ways to make money. Don't get locked into one view of the world, Chon. What? You know they're making $14 laptops for kids in Africa? What if you could make a ten-dollar solar panel? You'd change the world. Grow up, Ben. You don't change the world. It changes you. MAN: Welcome to the Bellevue, sir. Thanks. I appreciate it. You're welcome. (low chatter) I'm Alex. This is Jaime. -Hola. -Mucho gusto. -Hola. -Hola. ALEX: Let's get down to business, shall we? Everything stays the same. You're intact. Over the three years, we'll study your techniques, your production methods, your distribution. In return, your business will grow immensely. Our distribution is international. We'll give you protection on a scale you're not accustomed to. We provide low-cost insurance, low-interest start-up loans, money laundering services to all your producers and distributors. You see, we lease a good amount of land in this country. Some of it Indian tribal land, not subject to federal law. We have the structure and labour force to cultivate thousands and thousands of acres all at once. Mexican field hands do not grow primo. You will teach them this, and they will learn. So you're the pharmaceutical company and the pharmacy; we're the botanists? Not exactly. We value our scientists and our seed makers very much. It is your methods and your network we want to partner with. A joint venture. No pun intended. Well said. (light laughter) In return, we take a modest distribution fee. Which would be...? 20%. 80% is all yours. And after the three years? We'll grow your volume. Your profits in three years will be $35 million to $40 million. After three years, I'm sure you'll be pleased and quite willing to renegotiate our fee. As we want to encourage other independents to join our association. We need a moment. (man speaking Spanish over speaker) O (voice-over): Wiley is a top mixer. He doesn't care about anything but sound and Ben and Chon's primo. I will say again, loud and clear, we send Alex and Jaime back in a cereal box, get this party started. -Veto that. -Why? Two errand boys, Chon. They can replace every man they lose, and we can't. O (voice-over): Doc, Sam and Billy. Ex-SEALs from Afghanistan. Together, they've got about 120 kills. Sweetest guys when you get to know them. CHON: Last time, Ben-- you let people think you're weak, sooner or later, you're going to have to kill them. Buddha would not agree. What's a fat Jap know? He's a fat Indian. Whatever. So, we dig you guys sound like Goldman Sachs, but it's just not our thing. So, you are rejecting our offer? No. We're going to give you our business, but we're not going to join you. Nothing personal. ALEX: Nothing personal? I'm afraid our client would take this very personally. Well, I am sorry. We want out of the dope business. It's become a bit of a drag. We want to do something different. Such as? Such as clean, renewable energy. You mean sun, wind, ethanol? Shit like that? -There you go. What do you have to say? -Me? -Mm-hmm. I think, basically, you want us to eat your shit and call it caviar. (Alex and Jaime chuckling over speaker) What'd he say? What'd he say? (whispering) You're making a mistake. Right. We'll give you 24 hours to reconsider. Well, in light of our generous offer, we would like to reconsider and think about this. Give us 48 hours. We need to talk to producers and distributors. They're very independent thinkers. We'll talk tomorrow at this time. Well... O (voice-over): This is Spin. He used to be an investment broker for a big bank, but then he found out he could make a lot more money laundering Ben and Chon's profits. Hey. What's up, guys? How you doing? O (voice-over): The bank didn't miss him. Got a little something. Oh. Shit. Sweet. (sniffs) Ooh! We need to get off the grid for a while. Cool. Yeah, no, it's not really. OK. Uh, Annie? I need you to set up a new line for us. Double-blind, all right? Everything washed fresh, a whole new cycle. Make it go away somewhere for a while so no one can trace us. What, are you kidding me? How long? -I don't know. Botanical research, call it a sabbatical. Up to a year. Huh. Grab a seat. OK. No problemo. A year for two of you. -Three. -Three? -Who's three? -O. OK, three people. One of them is O. So that's a whole new clothing line of its own. 12 months -- housing, meals, entertainment. Where are you thinking? Indonesia. Where in Indonesia? Can't say. In case you get tortured. Joy. You guys are serious, huh? All right, well, you're going to want easy access to a mil anyway. That girl's ass -- she could ride my bike any time. Can you focus on the numbers? Hey, I'm multitasking, pal. (laughter, chatter) # Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun, # dust on my face and my cape, # me and Magdalena on the run. I knew you wouldn't make the deal. # I think this time we shall escape... # We think it's time to get out. Not forever; maybe a year or so. When are you going? Tomorrow night. They got a clock on us. Where? Indonesia. I put a water system in this pretty little village. By a beach. And they're the sweetest people you'll ever meet. I think you'll love it. -Me too. -(Ben chuckling) What? Well, I can't imagine it without you. It's the three of us now, O. (laughing): Oh my gosh. Yeah? (laughing) Where in Indonesia? Isn't it, like, 10,000 islands or something? -Here, you got a passport? -A valid passport. -My mom's got it, OK? Tell her just for a few weeks, and then... Yeah, yeah, I got it. Then we'll readjust the clock from there. We're like that movie. Avatar? What movie? (laughing) You know, the one with Paul Newman when he was, you know, alive. -Mm-hm. -And-and-and Robert Redford -when he was a total babe. -Oh. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Yes. Yes. I'm like the girl. Hey, wait. Didn't they get killed at the end? Well, not the girl. (chuckles) (people gasping) (laughing) Oh my God. A little jumpy, are we? You think? Are we clear? So, how about I tell you folks about our dessert specials? Why not? All right, first off, I got a delicious creme brulee... (indistinct whispering) (laughter, chatter) So, which cock does she suck? I can't tell. The white guys like each other. Maybe they're faggots. Maybe she does them both. Savages. All right. You ready? This is the new stuff. You've never had anything like this before. (chuckling): Oh man. (burbling) (strained grunting) -(O laughing) -BEN: It's good. (burbling) (laughing) (burbling) # It's unfortunate # that when we feel a storm, # we can roll ourselves over # when we're uncomfortable. # Oh well. # The Devil makes us sin. # But we like it when we're spinning. # (singing in Spanish) (phone rings) (music stops) LADO (over phone): Can't find my prick here. That's because it's too fucking small. What are you, drunk? -Elena. -You left the phone on. LADO: No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No, I'm just... -(zips) -ELENA: What's going on there? (urinating) The gueros got drunk with a bonita. They all went inside their house. They've been there now for two hours. ELENA: A whore? Uh, no, she's, like, a rich girl or something. -Hard to tell. -(zips) Interesting. Are they sharing? LADO: I know you don't want to hear this, Madrina, but I think they're going to run. I could walk in there right now and take them, talk to them on your behalf. No, Big Bear. I need their network and their expertise. Interesting people, Americans. I think I found their weakness. Is she pretty? LADO: Yeah, she's pretty, but, uh... you got a better-looking style, Madrina. ELENA: I'm getting old. When we get to Indonesia, I mean, if, you know, things heat up, if they find you, then what happens? Would you guys have to go? Would I... would I go home? I don't... I don't want to lose you guys. I love you. (O chuckles) Because you're my only family. I've got three months tops in Indonesia. Oh, no. I can't lock down there. O: Living in a jungle sounds great, but... (laughing): then where's the toilet paper? (Chon chuckles) -And the Chanel. -That is, by far, the least of your worries. -(laughing) -I know. Come here. Let's not go to Indonesia. Let's just stay here forever. Right here. We can just hide in this room. -BEN: I cannot die in fucking Laguna. -They won't find us. That is not... No, not in Laguna. We're wherever we want to be right now. BEN: I mean, I'll... I'll miss this place, sure -- I love this place -- but I can say goodbye and just move on. Why is it so easy for you? Because there are better things. There are better things than what's here. # Psycho killer, # qu'est-ce que c'est. (speaking Spanish) # F-f-far, far, f-f-far, far. # Better run, run, run, That was pretty intense last night. (chuckles) Maybe we ought to stop smoking that strain. Or make a lot more of it. (Ben and Chon chuckling) Hey. How you feeling? Good. Gentlemen. Thanks for coming, guys. -Sure. -Five minutes. (sniffling) Um, I got to make my final pilgrimage to the mall. Hey. I'm sending Frankie with you, OK? If Frankie can keep up. 6:00 p.m. curfew. -Flight's at midnight. -Yes, Daddy. Please don't forget your passport. I love you guys. O (voice-over): My mom was off somewhere in the world with her latest husband. I like to think I'm in the middle of a 12-stepdad program. So I left a note saying I'd gone to Europe for four weeks with my best friend, Lucy, to get some culture. Look, Jake, think of it as economy of scale, all right? The Mexicans will do business, but you'll be a corporation. They'll assign you profits and your timetables. And you'll make more money than you ever made with us. Hey, things change. Don't give it up. They're like corporations-- none of them last. Besides, we could be back running the show in a year. Travis, phone numbers are vanishing as we speak, okay? Yes, I'm wiping the grid. I'm putting a little virus in there to fuck them up. Yeah. No, no, they're not going to chase you. Trust me. Fucking hell. Paranoid as fuck. He should lay off the Kush. (siren whooping) (engine stops) You know why I stopped you, sir? Let me guess. You know what, man? (silenced gunshot) (scanner beeps) I got a sosh midterm on Monday and an econ paper due Wednesday. ELENA: But I was hoping that you could come for one weekend. Of course I do. You don't want me to end up in Tijuana with Diego chasing me, do you? What about your horses, Magda? You never come to see them. MAGDA: Why don't you sell them? They're worth a fortune. Are you fucking kidding me? Que paso? He was such a nice guy. MAGDA: You know, in America, you don't get married at 18 or 19, Mom. So you can relax, okay? ELENA: ...I know that, and trust me, I do not want you to follow in my footsteps at all. But don't you forget for one second that I am the only mother you'll ever have. I love you. (engine starts) (line ringing) ALEX (over speaker): This is Alex. So, hey, Alex, you're on speaker. Chon's next to me. And? We changed our minds. Coming aboard. Hmm. We're happy to hear that. So... Uh, look, we want to go over the M.O. How about first thing tomorrow morning? We'll get back to you. (phone beeps) (mariachi music plays over speaker) (mouse clicks, music stops) O? Hi. Hi. I'm so sorry about this, baby. We're going to get you out, I promise. (video game music, sound effects playing) (music, sound effects continue) (speaks Spanish) Which one of you (voice distorted): is Mr. Nothing Personal? I'm here. -If you fucking...! -Shut up, shut up. All right, look, we can negotiate. We didn't make you an offer to hear a counteroffer. We made you a deal to which we expected compliance. You lied to us. We'll do whatever you want. If that affects a change in attitude, you'll have to prove it. That's not a problem. Really? 'Cause it was a problem before. It's not now. Good. Now let me speak to Mr. Eat Shit Caviar. I'm here. You insulted me. I'm sorry. No, you're not. Take out your gun. Stand in front of the camera where I can see you. Now stick it in that vulgar mouth of yours. Cut off two fingers. (gasping, screaming) I'm doing it! I'm doing it. (sobbing) Now put your finger on the trigger. Oh, my God, there's got to be a better way! No! Goddamn it! What are you doing?! Stop. You may take it out now. Okay. Next time we ask you to do something, I don't want to hear, "Eat-shit-caviar." Am I clear? -Yes. -Good. You will make a delivery to us, in Chula Vista, of 300 pounds. You have five hours. Or you will receive an e-mail you will not like. (panting) Five hours begin now. We gotta move. We gotta move. That's your bed. That's your toilet. And that's your sink. You've got toothpaste. Comb. Water. See you in the morning. No toothbrush? You want to use my finger? (horn blaring, engine revving) You got it? Everything's ready to go. My boys had to go all the way to Santa Barbara to get 300. Nearly wiped us out. Only 30 or 40 pounds left. So, who am I working for now? You? Or them? You'll know tomorrow. We owe you, Eric. Stay safe. (tyres screeching, truck horn blaring) Slow down, man. Cops are like bees all over. 45 minutes. It's the next exit. We got seven minutes. (sighs) Oh, shit. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Fuck. Drive real cool, Ben. 300 pounds. -We're dead, man. -No, man. He's dead. Are you fucking crazy? (sighs) You can't shoot a cop, Chon. Put one big thought in your head: O is not going to die. All right, all right. Forget everything else. Oh, God, please, Mr. State Trooper, don't pull us over. It's not your night to die. Chon's gonna shoot you, I'm not gonna lie. Hey, this is our exit. Oh, God. I'm pulling off. (siren wailing) Shit! (engine revving) (siren wailing) (sighs) Hard right. (sniffs) Two minutes, man. They're watching us. (cell phone ringing) Yes? MAN: Go two blocks. Look for a fish store. Okay, I see it. There's an alley behind the store. Hook a right. Put it into park. (brakes squeal softly) Should I shut the engine off? No. Here they come. Stay cool. (tyres screeching) (speaks Spanish) (siren wailing in distance) Anything goes wrong, if anybody follows us, the girl dies slow. (tyres screeching) (sighs) (sniffs) (camera clicks) (whispers): Drink up. They paid in full. (mariachi music ringtone plays) Yes. (phone beeps) ELENA (voice distorted): We're happy to see you've learned to honour your partnership. What do you want from us? The same things we agreed upon. Three years. Except... (voice undistorted): now, motherfuckers, it's 70-30. (whispers): That's got to be Elena. The first payment you've received. And O? Ophelia will be away for one year. -(whispers): One year...! -All right, Chon, okay. At the end of that year, she'll come home. Fail at any point to meet the terms of our partnership, and the girl will die very badly. (phone beeps) One year. O won't make three weeks. What if we offer them cash? Right now. -They're gonna kill her anyway. Don't... don't fucking say that. They're gonna make us jump through these fucking hoops until they get what they want. Then they're gonna kill her, and then they're gonna kill us. No, look, we made a three-year deal. She's out in one. They want the money. You don't know shit. You're talking to Taliban. Oh, right. Okay. They don't give back. Right, but they paid for the dope. Didn't they? Savages don't make deals, Ben. They're a business, Chon. Think about it. We're smarter than they are. Yeah, in botany. She's in this shit 'cause of us. When I said, "Kill them. They can't come up north, there's too much heat on them." You said, "No, let's talk about it." How's that working out for you, Ben? That's your answer for everything! Just fucking kill everybody! I didn't see you stick a fucking gun in your mouth, Ben! I haven't left a man behind in my whole fucking life! Do you think I would? With Brad it was like, you know, I don't know if this is really gonna happen. But with him, like, I feel like this is serious. I think what worries me is I think you're too much for him. What do you mean? I think you're too young... (laughs) ...and a little bit more demure. I feel like the defining question is, like, does he make you laugh? This isn't fair. Why can't I talk to whoever is in charge here? Huh? Is anyone listening? Why can't I talk to anyone?! Fuck. No. Hey! Hey, maybe I could get a clean room at least. Maybe a salad every once in a while, instead of pizza all the time. You don't know my mom, but if she doesn't hear from me soon, she's gonna do something really stupid. She's probably gonna call the FBI or something. Because my stepdad, he was in the FBI. Or the CIA or-or one of them. So you better get me on the Internet soon. You can supervise me, sure. That's fine. But that way, at least I-I can... I can tell someone somewhere that I'm alive. And I know that I can be here for, like... seven to ten days. A month, maybe. Whoever you are, just think... I could be your daughter. (tyres screech) Twice in one week. Not good, guys. Get in, please. (sighs) You know, a little sleep can do wonders. To what do I owe this pleasure? Dennis, we need your files on the Baja cartel. What? I told you, don't fuck with these people. And I follow my own advice. Have a nice day. Dennis, you step out that car, I'm coming down to San Diego to introduce myself to your district supervisor. And you're gonna have a hard time explaining half-a-million dollars And don't even think about calling someone and having us disappear, 'cause I got plenty of evidence in other people's hands. Oh, so what happened to our mutually-assured destruction thing? We rat each other out, we all end up in the same prison cell. What happened to that? They lifted O. Really? -Are you surprised? -Yeah. Yeah, well, I'll do time, but you got kids, Dennis. They're already growing up without a mom. You don't have a move here. Now, listen. When Hillary Clinton grows up, she wants to be Elena Sanchez, okay? You run up against "La Reina" Elena and I'm telling you, I see dead people. That's really dramatic. But in the reality-based community, there's always a weakness. Okay, okay, here's the deal. Okay, do you know this El Azul guy? All right, he was her inside man for years, and now he's out. This year, there's the Mexican presidential election. He's in, she's done. There was a bust in Baja, the largest grow ever. Quarter of a million plants, okay? It's hers. She's losing men, she's losing money like a BP oil spill. That's why she's coming up and moving in on indie guys like you. Where does she live? I mean, she got a house up here? She's got security like beyond the American fucking embassy. Okay? I mean, look, look, this is the deal. Husband, brothers dead. Two sons dead. She's got a son in Mexico City. He's some playboy, he's alive. A daughter, Magda, also dead. And that's all I fucking know, okay? This is fucking bullshit, Dennis! -No, it's not bullshit! -We need what the DEA's got on the cartel-- names, histories, stash houses. But that ain't part of the deal, buddy-boy! It is now. It don't work that way. It's fucking 1984 in there, man. Their databases are encrypted in redundant firewalls. Yeah, more fucking bullshit! It's not bullshit! Our guys help set up those firewalls! Anything can be hacked! We're running out of time, Dennis. You have to step up right now. You know what? You know what? Get fucked, both of you. Fuck me, fuck you. -Yeah, fuck you! -I'm out of here. (screams) -What the fuck, Chon?! -Mother...! -What the hell are you doing?! -What the fuck?! They took O. They took our girl. And I will do anything, anything to get her back. Do you understand me? Ow! Fuck. Holy shit, Chon! You fucking stabbed a federal agent! Look at...! Oh! Oh, God! I'll do more than that. Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop, stop. I'll figure it out. I'll figure something out. Just-just... Crazy motherfucker. I want to hear from you soon, Dennis. Fuck! So... we're hearing the food here is not good enough? We're concerned, you know. Paul Durth. (speaking Spanish) Hello, sweetheart. Okay. I need 60 days on this card and all the geo-locations on this one. Can you do that? -Of course. -Okay. (scanner beeps) How's the hand? Don't bite it again. CRAIG: Let's run them. Whoa. It's a mudslide, off two lousy cards. This dude's ahead of the curve. What do you got? I got it, too. Your boy Dennis came through. This lawyer dude, Alex Reyes, set her up with a 100,000-acre ranch in Humboldt County. Elena, La Reina has got property all over the place. In La Jolla, parts of Palm Desert, -apartments in Miami, London, Zurich. -Check it out. There's gaps here. This guy's shrouding his sources. You think old Dennis pulled a Nixon? Look, it's an NTFS partition. He fucked up the master boot record. Okay, Claire, can you Google those houses again? Whoever did this is very good. Spin? Cash. What can we clear in now? Chon and my accounts? Uh, liquid? Um, you can't dump the house or you'll take a two-mil lump to the head, and, uh... -We have to. -Depends on how fast I can move the gold and silver, but let's estimate... six to eight. Are you kidding me? That's all? After all these years. Wow, you've been fucking me in the ass. You know, I'm insulted you only just realized that. Hey, I didn't go all Bono all over Africa and Asia, buddy-buddy. So let's say we're three to four mil short. Depending on what we can get them down. It'd be like Robin Hood. It'd be like Robin Hood. A fucked-up Robin Hood. I love it. Couple of IEDs and RPGs might come in handy. We could go real Sunni on these bastards. Um... are we in any sort of danger here? (growls) Did I not tell you everything goes through Mr. Alex? Not this. This is ten million cash, straight up, for the girl. And we stay happy partners. Look, Ms. Sanchez, I thought this through... So have I, and I put her value at $15 million. That's too much. Why? You don't think she's worth it? No, she's worth it. We're small, compared to you. Well, grow up, motherfucker. Okay, give us a break here, all right? How about, uh, 12? You must stop trying to negotiate with me. 13 is our number, but this is not open-ended. I give you two weeks. The rest of our deal stays the same. Agreed? Agreed. Let's get going. O (voice-over): "So, Mom, here I am in London. "You'd die if you saw the portrait of Ophelia hanging in my room. "I'm having the time of my life, "but being here really makes me appreciate home. "I hope you know how much I love you. "I miss you. I'll see you soon. O." Esteban. You forgot this. Please let me talk to someone. Not him, not him. Please, help me. CHON: There. There's the money. That's where they count it. Two, three times a week, they head south to Mexico. You see that curve? Road, bridge, road. One way in, no way out. You nervous? No. I hijack cash shipments all the time. (chuckles) Good. Chon, I don't know if I can do this. Do what? Kill somebody. Look, Ben. There's no "undo" button here. There's still time for you to walk away. I got five good guys ready to go. No. I'm in. This was my idea. -Good. BILLY (over radio): Alpha-One in position. Copy that. DOC: Charlie-Three in position. CHON: Copy. They don't call it hijacking for nothing, Ben. No. Three bogies coming your way. Copy that, gentlemen. May Allah be with you. First bogie coming your way. Charlie, you got someone knocking on your front door. DOC: We got it. Copy. I got your back. I want you to stay flat until you get that clear signal from me. You understand? Yeah. DOC: Second vehicle is about 200 meters behind it. Third about 300 or 400. Here's our dance partner. Now breathe. Three, two, one. (grunts) (men shouting in Spanish) (shouting in Spanish) Bulletproof fucking glass! Fuck you, puto. He's got a radio! You know what this is? Whoo! You see that baby blow, man? (men shouting) Let's go, let's go, let's go! DOC: C-team moving in. Move, move, move! Four, three, two... (automatic gunfire) (speaking Spanish) (shouts in Spanish) Do you know who the fuck we are? We're the cartel, cabron. We'll blowtorch your balls. Rape your wife. And your kids. (both grunting) (groaning) You good? Yeah. I need you to go over there and grab my case. Grab the case. Fuck. (gunshot) Shit! GPS. If you see it, get rid of it. Doc, how we doing over there? You clear? DOC (over radio): Yeah, we're clear here. CHON: Good. Go, go. Jesse, how are we? You clear? (groaning) Pull over. No, you saw the radio. They're not far behind. (sobbing): I fucked up. Tell me, Ben. Which life would you trade for O's? -Fuck. -Which one? (sobbing): I fucked up, man! We fucked up, man. I think we got close to three mil cash. We're still three mil short. Pull over! (tyres screech) Oh, God! Hurry up. Let's go! Get yourself together, Ben. Because tomorrow, shit's really gonna hit the fan. (groaning) Hernando heard Gigi say they were wearing Santa Muerte masks. They were tall. Thinks he saw two. -Hernando. -Yeah. How many guys you think did this? At least five, maybe six. There's three locations. Almost at the same time. And they ditched the GPS's. What's this? That's an improvised explosive device. IED. It's from Iraq. The sand-niggers use them to blow up guero armour. Iraq. Who the fuck...? You don't know that. Hernando. -Eh? Bury them like men, what's left. Money to their families. What do we tell Elena? That we know shit. Nothing. She's gonna get real upset if we don't tell her nothing and reads about it in the papers. Oh, shut the fuck up. I... I'm the one who knows Elena. -Let me handle it. -Yeah. Cesar! (speaks Spanish) Si, senora. No, Madrina. But I have a... What? I have this girl that keeps insisting to talk to you. (sighs) (chuckles) My own daughter doesn't want to talk to me, but this one... this one does. Put it on. You have a request? Yes, I'd like to speak to the man in charge, please. (chuckles softly) Yes? Oh. (chuckles) I'm... Has Esteban not been providing the essentials? Um, no, no, he... he did. I'm sorry. I'm just having, um, some concentration problems and... I was hoping maybe I could get a little something to take the edge off. "The edge off"? What's the matter? Is it that time of the month? I mean the stuff we're all killing each other over. Oh, I see. May I ask you how long have you been using, Ophelia? Since the eighth grade. (laughing) And you're wondering why you're having concentration problems? Do your parents know? They didn't care. All right. I can arrange something. NEWSCASTER (voice-over): Three vehicles smouldering from what looks to be a coordinated, rocket-propelled, grenade attack, used in coordination with IEDs, which stands for "improvised explosive devices." -(mariachi music plays over speaker) -CHON: Ben. NEWSCASTER: These are the same types of explosives used by the Taliban against our troops in Afghanistan. They sure don't waste time. They want to see you. I don't know, man. Hey. Remember the drill. Look them right in the eyes. There's only one thing on your mind-- one thing. It's, "Fuck you. You've got O." I've got your back. (panting) And watch your breathing. (children chattering playfully) -Fellas. -Afternoon. Good afternoon, yeah. So... (sighs) We got a problem. Where were you last night? I was at home. Why? Who the fuck's this guy? An amigo, amigo. Oh. Three of our cars were hit last night. Seven of our men are soon to be buried. What? That was you guys? I saw that on the news. Oh, this is fucking great. Yeah, no, I-I've been in this business for years and never had a person killed. Now you're telling me what, seven people are dead? This loss ain't cutting into our share of the take. Where's the other one? -Huh? -Your other amigo, where is he? -You asked me to come alone. Hmm? -You asked me to come alone. -Yeah. -LADO: You did? -ALEX: I did. (speaking Spanish) Don't even go there, man. We had nothing to do with this. Maybe you should look at your own men. (Alex laughing) Our people know better. Whatever, man. Fucking solve it, okay? I want to talk to O. Yeah? Proof of life. Like everyone else, we work for incentives. We'll see. Hmm. (sighs) What do you think? I think he's telling the truth. They don't have the balls to rob us. Oh, I'm not so sure, you know? Well, it doesn't matter. We have to report this to Elena, Lado. Alex, I'll tell Elena when I want her to know. I'll call you later. (coughs) Next time, ask me for what you want. Drink up, Ophelia. Time for your bath. Bathtub time. (both panting) (cell phone vibrating) Oh, fuck, fuck... Yes? ELENA: Magdita. Oh. Hi, Mom. Wow, it's late. Guess what? I'm coming to California! What? Well, you know what they say: if the mountain doesn't come to Muhammad, Muhammad comes to California. (chuckles) I've got my finals, Mom. I'm coming next week, and that's what's final. Yeah, sure, I guess. I'm so excited to see you, mijita! LADO: I don't think that's a good idea, Madrina. Azul could take advantage of this situation. ELENA (over phone): I want to see Magda. I have to arrange your transport. It's complicated, you know? It's already been arranged. (beeps) The fuck you looking at, man? (sighs) Gave her some shit, so let her sleep. Wake her up in six hours. Sophia will wash her. (gasps) It's okay. (door opens) Okay, sweetie pie, time to go. Last looks. (speaks Spanish) Este. Didn't work out. You're too sensitive. (whistles) Have you been treated well, Ophelia? Are you all right? She's fine. I'm not talking to you, Lado. I'm talking to Ophelia. Are you all right? Fine. Good. Chucho, take her to the guesthouse, please. So, Lado, now I'm talking to you. Let me see your eyes. Is everything all right? You make me sad, Lado. I have to come to Gringolandia to find this out? You thought I wasn't going to notice $3 million and seven of my men dead?! Since when do you take decisions of your own... I made you, motherfucker. I did! (clears throat) I'm very sorry, Madrina. It was stupid of me not to tell you right away, you know. I just wanted to prove to you that it was this Cheech and Chong who were stealing your money. So, please, allow me to talk to them. Yes, and men will say anything to stop the pain. Mierda, Lado. You're stupider than you look. These two kids, all they care about is their girl. They wouldn't do anything to risk her life. But it's distracting you from our bigger problem, which is El Azul. To the point that he has infiltrated himself into the northern group, which is under your control. But if you think I'm the only one who's going to be losing money, you're in for a surprise. First of all, those $3 million? You're going to pay for it. Yeah, you, too. -Mm-hmm. -Second of all, you're gonna find me... ...that gave up our stash house to Azul. Or else, I'm going to have to go after your wives and your children... You may go now. What are you waiting for? SPIN: I gave your boy Alex a new bank account in Saint Kitts. Separate deposits of 120, 260 and 90. I spin it around the planet twice, and voila. Alex Reyes now owns a building in Cabo, sells it to a resident of Palau who doesn't exist. O (voice-over): My men knew they couldn't pull off another heist. So they found a different way. ...he's definitely been one bad wittle puddy cat. -Phone records? -Oh, yeah. Plenty of backup. This account is so confusing, it'll take a forensic a month just to find his own dick. Hey, so what'd this guy do to you? So when do you ask questions like that? Come on, man. This is the Baja cartel. They're probably going to crucify this guy for this. So, you don't mind losing your commission on the deal? (chuckles) O (voice-over): They knew they needed to get the suspicion off themselves. But what they didn't know is that Lado was already making plans of his own. LADO: Welcome to the barrio. LADO: Welcome to the barrio. So, what you going to talk about? (sniffs) Sit down. Well, after our last pleasant chat, I had my IT guys do a little deep research. This cost me a lot of money. What is it? Your informant. Who? I think you guys are paying Alex Reyes way too much. Don't believe me? Give this to Jaime, he'll get it. Unless he's in on it. There's a lot there: bank accounts, transactions. Just take a look at the deposit dates and then match them up with the hijackings. Let me see your hands. (sniffs) Soft, like a woman's. And he's fucking me with them. (laughs) Let me ask you something. (sniffs) Do you love your sister? I don't have a sister. Ophelia's not your sister? No. You're cute, lambioso. You can go now. Like I said, follow the money. O (voice-over): The Red Queen asked me to dinner. I think she was lonely. I had a job for a while. I was a hostess at a restaurant. I went to community college for a semester and a half. But then I left, because institutions make me crazy. And I thought, I don't know, I wanted to experience something real. You know, I figured I just wanted to drown in life. And how I made it out, that-that would... Do Americans always talk this way? Have you ever really thought about your future? That's a little ironic, considering the situation I'm in. How are your lamb chops, Ophelia? Good, thank you. How'd you get into the business? If you don't mind my asking, ma'am. You could say that I inherited the position. When they killed my husband, whom I love very much, I had no choice. What, you don't have sons? My twin sons were murdered. So, I have devoted my life to my surviving children. Do you still get to talk to your kids? My son hates me, because I took his power away. They would have killed him, too. And my daughter-- she's ashamed of me. And I am proud of her for it. I'm sorry. Why? I don't know. I guess... I feel bad for you. My hope is still alive. Both of them. And yours is dead. I like talking to you, Ophelia. But let me remind you that if I had to, I wouldn't have a problem cutting both their throats. Well, you'll never get them together. I'm the only one who can do that. Come on. Are you really bragging about that? There's something wrong with your love story, baby. They may love you, but they will never love you as much as they love each other. Otherwise, they wouldn't share you, would they? Maria... (speaks Spanish) (thunder rumbling) (screaming) (whip cracking) (Alex screaming, shouting) Stop it! (sobbing) Elena! Stop it! (laughing) Please! (men shouting, laughing) LADO: Lucky seven. Did you make 17 phone calls to El Azul? No! LADO: Ten latigazos to go, cabron. ALEX: No, Lado, no! (whip cracking, Alex screaming) (shouting) (sobbing) Yes or no? Elena! In the name of God, I beg you! I beg you! Listen, I promise you this. Your wife, Bettina, and your little ones that I like so much, they will get the insurance. But you tell me "no" one more time, I will drive them here... (inhales deeply) ...and I will cut them open and make them bleed to death in front of you. Yes or no? (sobbing) LADO: What's it going to be? (whispers): Si. Finally. Louder. -Louder! -(men shouting, jeering) (shouting in Spanish) Cut him down. (phone ringing) Now we know. You were right, Madrina. What do you want me to do with him? The soft one, Mr. Nothing Personal-- he must finish what he started. (sighs) Sit her down. Your men have brought some serious accusations against one of my men. This is our way of justice. (Alex screaming over TV) For the love of God! (men shouting, jeering) A man takes care of his family, and I respect that. I'd like to give you a better death, but it would set a bad example. (sobbing) No, no, no! Ah... I don't like the screaming. Oh, God! (muffled shouting) (gasps) Beach Boy. No? He took your money, too. La Reina says to do it. Elena, please. Make her watch. Let me do it. Not you, Caviar. It's my gift to him. (muffled shouting) (sobbing softly) So, I read up on your Buddha. According to the Dalai Lama, if you are in a position to prevent greater violence, strike first, strike fast. Alex kidnapped people, Ben. He had people tortured and killed. So have we. Dennis fucked us on those files. When Alex was up there, he begged Elena on the head of Magda, her daughter. Which means she must be alive. And Dennis knows. Yeah. We're short three mil. (voice-over): Another hit's problematic. We got to squeeze it out of Dennis somehow. Find her and trade her. You mean, kidnap. BEN (voice-over): The same as O. You up for that? Yeah. I am. Daddy, there's a man here to see you. What man? I don't know. I was driving by your "neighbourgood" and noticed that your yard needs some trimming. My crew would like to give you a free haircut today. My wife usually takes care of that stuff. Sarah, Hannah, go to your room right now. But, Daddy... No "buts," no nothing. Go. Papa says go. -Lado! -(door closes) You come to my house? You threaten my daughters? Y-You don't think I'm the kind of guy that doesn't have cameras all over the place? It don't matter to me. After I whack you and your daughters, I'll burn the house down. Oh, come on, you found your fucking snitch. You found him. (sucks teeth) What happened to your hand? (leaf blower whirring loudly outside) DENNIS: Got it caught in a weed whacker. Weed whacker? Yeah. Weed whacker, my ass. We need to have a conversation. 'Cause I'm confused about some of your actions, Dennis. Like what? Like you giving Ben and Chon all that information. You must be smoking your own shit now, man. You got to know I'm your man. I got you your green card, okay? I've been protecting you for six fucking years. Now that shit hits the fan, you got seven dead beaners, you got a white lawyer in Laguna-- you need me now more than ever. Stop begging. You sound like a woman. Dennis, I know you gave them stuff. What makes you so goddamn sure it's not Azul? -'Cause I know it wasn't him. -What do you mean? 'Cause I'm working with him now, anfibio. -What?! -And you lie to me one more time, motherfucker, I will shoot you down. Since when have you been working with Azul? You're not going to tell me that? Since two days ago. I never gave them you, Lado. They had me. I-I'd be out of business. I'd be, I'd be useless to you. I never thought this Iraq psycho would go nuts on you guys. Look, I never gave you up, ever! (sniffs) I'm your best friend on this side, man. Did you tell them I was your little snitch? What are you, crazy? What would be in it for me? Answer me, Dennis. I-I gave them enough to just get them -off my fucking ass... -Yes or no? -No! No. Okay? No. No. It's all about you and me, and that's it! You got to believe me this time, man. I don't want to lose this shit! I got two fucking kids and a wife that's dying. Thank you, Dennis. Now they got my $3 million. And I want that money. It's my money! It's my money! Fuckers. You can't trust anybody no more. Fuck! I can't even trust my fucking wife. You know, she's looking to divorce me, you know? Yeah, my wife's barely breathing. Welcome to mid-life crisis, buddy. Look, now, how do you know you can trust this Azul guy? I mean, come on. Has he given you a piece of the business? That what he promised you? Because you know Elena is not going to fold that easy. You know, that three million is her money. Okay? Now, don't be a knucklehead. Think. Fuck you. You think. You fucked it up. Now, how are you gonna get me back my money? Now, I'm gonna-- You need me. I'm going to get you your money. But they need the girl-- The guys want this girl. They're in fucking love with this chick. And they want O, okay? So, where is she? I don't have her. What do you mean, you "don't have her"? Where is she? With Elena. In Mexico? No, here. Here? Some fucking Indian reservation. Elena came to see her daughter. Now that woman is in my face, telling me what to do, provoking me. Oh, this is big, man. La Reina Elena is on U.S. soil? I told you, it's Indian land. She's protected. Yeah, and I'm going to fix that. That's why you need Dennis. Think. -Stop telling me to think. -No, no, no, man. Look, these guys, they got the three million. What do you think they're going to do with it? They're going to fucking give it to Elena. -Right? -Mm-hmm. And we, first, are going to sell them Elena's daughter. Okay, we split the profits, and we fuck Elena! Fuck her! You understand? (shrieks) O: Dennis wanted $3 million. The boys wanted Magda. Dennis, as usual, was one step ahead. I'd like to blow your fucking heads off. They threatened my daughters. My daughters! Enough with the whining. You deserve every fucking inch of your pain, asshole. You gave us up. Like I had a choice. You could have gone along. You would have made big money. But you had to pull your Iraq GI Jack shit. We want Magda. Well, ask your smart-ass boy, here. SEAL boy, hey. Did you figure it out from the transcripts? All the calls to Orange County? Where the fuck is she? What's in it for me? Your life, which I'm about to take. for the rest of your life gives me great afterlife pleasure. A million in cash for Magda's location. Say good-bye to your wife, take your girls and go. Three mil. (scoffs softly) Or no deal. That's my walk-away price. Walk away from what, Dennis? Nobody wants you. Magda is your only hope. Three mil, take it or leave it. Throw in your snitch. The three mil, you can do whatever you want with it. All right? Start talking. When I see the money. It's in the car. Get it. (sports playing on radio, announcer speaking Spanish) What the fuck you want? (grunting) O (voice-over): My boys took a page from Elena's playbook. If you want to control somebody, take what they love. (Magda screams) Fuck! No, no, no! No, no! No! (sobbing) (sobbing continues) BEN: Take her gag off. O, how are you holding up? Are you guys okay? You hang in there, baby. We're coming for you. What do you want? Shut the fuck up. You want to start by understanding you're not in charge any more, Elena. We are. Do you understand? Don't nod, say it. Your daughter goes with you, O comes with us. No money, no nothing. We go our separate ways and we live our separate lives. Do you understand? I understand. I only care about Magda. Oh. That's very sweet. (whimpering quietly) And if that reflects a change of attitude, you'll have to prove it. You bring O to a place we designate, at a time we designate. We exchange Magda. You bring no one else. You deviate from the plan in any minute detail, and the girl will die very badly. You'll hear from us. (sobbing) (muffled screaming) I told you they'd come for me. Get her out of here. Fuck you, Elena. Get her out of here! Out! (grunts softly) (sobbing) Put her on the chair. I enjoyed that. Your boys did good. Real good. Juancario, Sophia, leave me alone with the senorita. It's almost over. With a happy ending. But before you go home, I want to show you something. (sobbing over video) (sobbing) (screams) Oh, you missed the best part. (spits) (sobs) I'll be in touch, baby. (speaking Spanish) You in positions? (speaks Spanish) O (voice-over): Like I said in the beginning, I might not be alive at the end. Just because we make up stories about ourselves doesn't mean we can escape what waits for us. BEN (voice-over): Why here? CHON: It's a wide bowl. Old Indian burial ground. Doc can get a line of sight for up to two miles here. We're not alone. Three men, left side of the basin, about 2,000 to 2,300 yards. All right, we knew this was going to happen. (over radio): Wait until we get a hold of O. And, Doc, don't let them get off more than -one shot each, all right? -We got your back. All right, let's set up shop, boys. Think of it like this, all right? You're already dead. You were dead the moment you were born. If you accept that, then you can accept anything. It's been a ride, man. I've enjoyed it. Have I ever told you I love you, man? Yeah, this morning. Well, I do. (flies buzzing) (sighs) You give us O first. Now. Go to Ben. Go to Ben. Give me my daughter! Now! Go. (sobbing) (speaking Spanish) Don't touch me! I'm never going to see you again. I'm getting the fuck out of here! Magdita... (sighs) It's loaded, okay? Okay. Keep safe. Keep down, okay? We're finished. Don't need to see you again, thanks. We're out of here. Vamos. Just one last thing, Caviar. Who's my rat? (kisses) You ungrateful... You should've fucked me. Team leader down! Who's got the tango at my six? All right, Jessie! (grunts) (gunfire continues) Shoot whatever the fuck you got! Go! Come on, guys! It's raining bullets, here. What the fuck are you doing? Shit! Move, Sam! -Chief, should we shift? -Negative, stay put! (gunfire continues) (men shouting in Spanish) -Go! -Oh, fuck! (grunting) Smoke that motherfucker. (shouting over radio) Sam, cover Ben! -Move! -Cover me, cover me! Hold! (grunts) (screams) Move! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! I love you, Mommy. Mommy. (gunfire continues) No, no, no! No, no, no. Help Magda. Oh, no. Save Magda. Save Magda. Get up! Go, come on! (gunshot) Fuck! (both grunt) (groaning) (grunting) (grunts) (panting, spitting) Don't shoot. Please, Ophelia. I have a family. Three little ones, you know? Please... (gunshot echoing) (phone beeps) (grunts) Ben! (grunting) It's okay. DOC (over radio): Chief, they took off. We're coming in. Hold on! We'll be there in ten or less. You'll be okay. Chon? (gasping) (grunts) Please, help him. (choking) (gasping) Shh. Shh. It's okay. It's okay. He's going to die. Chon, I don't want to leave him. No. (gasps) You're going to love it there. Soft... water. Stars. And the people. Smile up there. I'm cold. (heart beating slowly) O (voice-over): That's the way I imagined it. But the truth has a mind of its own. (audio rewinding rapidly) What really happened was more of a fuck-up than a shoot-out. And gave us all a second chance. (panting) (wind whistling softly) (sighs) (flies buzzing) We said alone, Elena. I am one, you are two. Let's just do what we came to do. And the snipers. Tell them to put the scopes on the ground, hands in the air, or we're back in the jeep and we're gone. Get rid of them. So how do you want to do this? (engine starts) Adios, senoritas! (helicopter approaching) # In this life, I've seen everything Go, go! Magda! # Pigs all sitting watching picture slides O (voice-over): And old Dennis, who couldn't leave town with his three mil, had to horn in on the action. (sirens wailing) Go! Go! Run! # Do ya, do ya want my love? La Reina Elena! We gotcha! # Do ya, do ya want my love? # I'm saying # Do ya, do ya want my love? # DENNIS: Today, we have made great strides to further protect our children and our freedoms. O (voice-over): And Dennis sure made a big shot of himself on the news. By dismantling the leadership of the Baja cartel and the curse of illicit drugs in our country... It is an Indian reservation. It is technically not our country. But, as we know, it is. (chuckles): So... O (voice-over): Elena took the fall and went to prison for 30 years. (crowd cheering) With Elena out of the picture, and Dennis running interference, Lado and Azul created a new cartel: the Azulatos. Ben being Ben, he had the goods on Dennis. And Dennis, identifying Ben and Chon as his confidential informants for the last six years, took care of them. I have no idea. Ben and Chon spent a couple of weeks in the slammer, and then... well, vanished. Like I did. They say we're in Africa... ...off Kenya. Or some magic island in Indonesia. They still talk about Ben and Chon's herb. And it surfaces every now and then over the years. These things that happened... ...you can never go back. It took me a while, but I began to live again. I'm not so sure there can ever be three people equally in love. Just doesn't work that way. I looked up the definition of "savage." It means, "Cruel, crippled. Regressed back to a primal state of being." One day, maybe, we'll be back. For now, we live like savages. Beautiful savages. # Here comes the sun, doo, doo-doo. # Here comes the sun, and I say... # www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015.