Little Dixie (2023) - full transcript
Doc facilitates a fragile truce between the Governor and Cartel, trading prosecutorial leniency for finance. With no more truce, Doc is left to fend for himself and protect the one untainted thing in his life: his daughter, Little Dixie.
MALE VOICE: They told me,
but I had no idea.
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BUZZING)
(MECHANICAL CLUNK)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(METAL GROANING)
(THUDDING)
(WHISPERS)
Yeah. Yeah, it's coming.
(MUFFLED CHEERS)
What is that sound?
They're cheering him on.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(MECHANICAL CLUNK)
Juan Miguel Prado,
you have been sentenced to die
by the state of Oklahoma
for the triple homicides
of November 12th, 2013.
Do you have any last words?
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(IN SPANISH)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(IN ENGLISH)
This is only the beginning.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE CHANTING)
(WHIRRING)
(EXHALES)
(IN SPANISH)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(GROANS)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
(YELLING IN SPANISH)
(SCREAMS)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(EQUIPMENT RUMBLING)
(SCREAMS)
(TRAFFIC NOISES)
(DOOR BELL JINGLING)
BILLIE: You couldn't wait?
Jesus, you look like shit.
Whoa, I've been up all night.
You went?
Fucking unbelievable.
Sandy, can I have
my usual please?
Oh, and get him
some more coffee.
SANDY: Coming right up.
How's Emma?
She's good.
I told her
you're gonna be there tonight.
(BREATHES DEEPLY) You know,
I love her, but not that much.
Think about it.
NEWS REPORTER: ...what has been
a rocky week for Governor Jeffs,
amid allegations of corruption
relating to the oil industry
and political favors.
This morning,
the governor followed through
on his promise of law and order.
Cartel Under boss Juan
Miguel Prado was executed,
in what was the state's
first capital punishment case
in more than seven years.
Governor Jeffs, then prosecutor,
was in attendance
and is holding
a press conference now.
DOC: Fuck is he doing?
Shouldn't you be there?
He's running the show now.
He's the boy wonder, remember?
We dad a deal, Billie.
RICHARD: What I witnessed
this morning
was the state exercising
its right to capital punishment.
REPORTER 1: Mr. Governor,
will you address the...
I need to tell you
this is gonna be a problem.
This is not good.
He's gotta look tough
on crime and the Cartel.
People are scared, Doc.
We just executed Prado's brother
and now he's gonna
take a victory lap.
You gotta talk to this guy.
You know him.
Guys like this will sell
their children to win.
(SCOFFS)
BILLIE: What do you want me
to say, huh?
Are you seeing them today?
DOC: Yeah.
Okay, so we don't know
what we don't know.
You'll see them
and then we'll go from there.
"We don't know
what we don't know"?
REPORTER 1: Mr. Governor,
will you address
the corruption allegations
reported against you this week?
Reports that
you were directly compensated
for the Keystone deals?
Those claims are baseless.
Next question.
REPORTER 2: Mr. Governor,
why did you feel
you had to attend
the execution?
Well I was the prosecutor
in the Prado case.
I felt like I owed it
to the families of his victims
and to Mr. Prado, to see
this through to the end.
REPORTER 2: What did
you owe Mr. Prado?
As a reminder to him
and to his brother, Lalo Prado,
and his heinous
criminal organization,
that this state
and this great country
won't stand for their kind.
(WOMAN CRYING)
With this new Task Force,
I'm going to make it my mission
to eradicate
the Cartel's presence here,
specifically Lalo Prado.
Today's execution
was the first step.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Next time I'm in that room,
it'll be Lalo on the table,
getting the needle.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
CUCO: (IN SPANISH)
LALO: (IN SPANISH)
CUCO: (IN SPANISH)
(CHUCKLES)
(IN ENGLISH) The United States
doesn't own its people, Lalo.
(IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) Let me do this,
Brother.
(IN SPANISH)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR HORN HONKING)
(CAR APPROACHING)
NELL: Hey.
DOC: Hi.
You wanna get some donuts?
NELL: Please.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
NELL: You look tired.
(INHALES DEEPLY) I am.
How's the drinking?
DOC: It's good.
(CHUCKLES) How's your mom?
Fine. (LAUGHS)
(DOC LAUGHS)
Did you get an attorney yet?
DOC: Why you don't like
these secret meetings?
Dad.
Yes, I have an attorney.
Have you thought about
where you wanna go?
Yeah.
DOC: Yeah?
The mountains,
the beach, the moon, what?
It's expensive.
I've been saving up.
I have a presentation tonight.
DOC: About what?
NELL: I did it on you
and what it's like to have a dad
who served in the CIA.
Special Forces, baby.
Right.
Well it's... it's just
a little different, that's all.
Think she'd let you come?
No.
Maybe you can video it.
(CHUCKLES)
I love you kiddo.
I love you too.
Don't let them
corrupt you in there.
Good luck, later.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOGS BARKING)
Just as you said, no problem.
Escorts picked them up
when they crossed the Red River.
DOC: What about tomorrow?
JUAN: We'll be ready.
I have a new crew
coming in this evening
to pack everything back up.
I assume you saw the news.
Oh, I did.
I thought we had
an understanding.
DOC: I thought the same.
JUAN: We know you did.
Let's just get through tomorrow.
Vámonos.
(DOC SIGHS)
(LIGHTER CLICKS, FLICKS)
(TRAFFIC NOISES)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey, buddy!
Put that thing out.
What are you fucking crazy?
You gonna try
to kill us all here?
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Fucking Mexicans.
(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Whiskey.
(SOFT LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYING)
Thank you.
EMMA: I was surprised
you showed up.
Well, I tried not to.
I do not know
how you do these things.
After 30 years of campaigns,
you figure it out.
How's little Nellie?
Oh, she ain't so little.
She's good though.
She's a smart kid.
Well, that doesn't surprise me.
Billie told me
she's gonna help out
on the custody case.
Yeah, that's the plan.
Well, you don't go over there
and do what you did,
and then come back in one piece.
She should realize that...
you can't keep
a girl from her dad.
BILLIE: You showed.
I'm here for her, not you.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
Honey, do you
want another one?
No, thank you.
Can I get a minute?
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
They're gonna respond, Billie.
Yeah. What did he say?
Nothing. Which is worse.
Okay. So what do you wanna do?
Talk to Rich,
tell him to cool it
with the white knight
bullshit, all right?
I don't even wanna think
about what they're gonna do.
You can't do that.
DOC: Why?
Well, you can.
But he doesn't
know everything.
So--
What doesn't he know?
BILLIE: He doesn't wanna know,
that's the agreement.
What doesn't he know, Billie?
Oh, come on Doc.
I've had my arm
up the ass of people like Jeffs
for the past 30 fucking years.
They get to put on their hats
and wave to everyone
from the parade floats,
but they're bouncing
on my fucking knee.
He may be a war hero
in your world,
but here in mine,
Jeffs knows what I tell him.
DOC: Right.
What haven't you told me,
Billie?
(ELEVATOR CHIMES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
DOC: Clarke?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Doc.
Clarke.
Six-hundred a plate,
I'm surprised to see you here.
(CHUCKLES) Need to talk to Rich.
Tonight is a busy night, Doc.
Why don't you call
my office tomorrow,
maybe we can schedule
a meeting for next week, huh?
It needs to be tonight Clarke.
What didn't you understand?
The answer is no.
(GROANS)
Look at me, look at me.
(GROANS)
Listen to me
you little fucking turd.
The answer is,
"I'll go get him, Doc."
(GROANS) I'll go get him Doc,
I'll go get him. (GROANS)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
What is it?
Clarke said it couldn't wait.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Go ahead, Billie.
BILLIE: Damn it.
It's the Prado thing.
We need you to back down
from the Task Force
and let this whole thing
die down a bit.
Why would I do that?
I just announced it.
Remember when you were running,
"Whatever needs
to be done," right?
I told you whatever it is,
I didn't want to know.
Where do you think those large,
anonymous contributions
came from,
or the overwhelming
Hispanic vote, huh?
Those things aren't won
at the fucking wishing well.
What are you saying?
(SCOFFS) That we have
a few partners in this thing.
Prado?
How does this happen?
I'm the sitting
fucking governor.
Everyone makes
their deal with the devil.
This one is yours.
What does he expect
from this deal you made?
We look the other way on things
concerning his interests.
What the fuck
are you saying to me?
Not all, just some,
he's practical.
And most you don't need
to be aware of
because you have Doc and I.
I mean, you hired
me to fucking win.
(SIGHS)
(SCOFFS) Don't look
so shocked, Richard.
Naive doesn't look good on you.
We just executed his brother.
You kill three civilians,
you get the needle,
that's the deal.
Lalo knew
we couldn't save his brother,
but I told you, don't dance
on his fucking grave.
Look, this is just a pit stop.
We thread the needle here
then we get to D.C.
after one term.
Don't shit your pants on me now.
RICHARD:
And with this Keystone thing...
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(GROANS) So...
what do you advise
that I do now, Billie?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Doc, can we have a minute?
Clarke, fuck off.
Yes.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
TAYLOR: Hey, Doc.
Hey Taylor. How's football?
Good. How's Nell?
Oh, she's good.
Said to say hi, if I saw you.
Tell her I say hi back.
I will.
Get some rest, Doc.
Taylor.
Yeah.
KARL: Oh, yeah,
exactly, thank you.
FEMALE VOICE: Yep.
You leaving already?
Not gonna stick around
for a drink?
DOC: No, I can't.
KARL: Did they actually,
let you through the front door
with this outfit on?
Yeah, I wish they hadn't, Karl.
You look good though.
You too.
BILLIE: I'll call you tomorrow.
Hey Doc, it's good
seeing you man.
You, too.
KARL: Love you bro.
I love Doc, don't you?
I do.
Hold on a sec.
DOC: Talk to your client, Karl.
Hey, Doc.
Listen, uh...
I just wanted
to thank you, you know,
I know how fucked up this all is
and all that you do for us.
I know it's not always pretty.
Rich, Rich, Rich,
it's me. Cut the shit, man.
Listen to what Billie's saying.
Back down on the Lalo thing,
man, all right,
I can't protect you,
I can't protect your family.
You worry too much.
It's too bad
we're not as close anymore.
DOC: Is it?
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(CAR DRIVING AWAY)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)
(DOC SCOFFS)
Hello?
CARLA: Are you sleeping?
DOC: No.
CARLA: Mm-hmm.
DOC: What is it?
CARLA: (SIGHS) I was calling
to see if you'll be
in court this week.
DOC: (SIGHS)
Yeah, I'm gonna be in court.
Is that why you called?
CARLA: Yeah.
DOC: Oh.
Look Carla, my bills are paid.
I slept at home last night.
Laundry's getting done
over here. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
You wanna let a judge decide,
it's fine,
I'm not gonna fight you on it.
I just wanna be part
of her life, okay?
CARLA: Okay.
DOC: Okay.
Is there anything else?
Because otherwise
I have to get to work.
CARLA: Yeah, where's work?
DOC: (CHUCKLES) Okay.
I'll see you in court.
NELL: Hey Dad, it's me,
just calling to tell you
the presentation went great
and everyone loved it.
Um, I'll tell you more
about it tomorrow,
same time, same place?
Love you.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR BELL RINGS)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR BELL RINGS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Billie?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
Call Clarke Moore.
(LINE RINGS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
CLARKE: What Doc?
We need to meet.
CLARKE: Why would we do that?
Cut the shit, Clarke.
Put me through to Rich.
CLARKE: Listen, Doc,
whatever arrangement you had
with the governor is gone now.
Is that right?
CLARKE: The governor has decided
to end this relationship.
He wishes you well.
It doesn't work
that way, motherfucker.
Put me through now.
CLARKE: There's nothing
more to talk about, Doc.
Clarke! Put me fucking through.
CLARKE: I'm sorry,
you're on your own now.
(LINE CLICKS)
Fuck, fuck!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
FERNAN: Three-thousand pounds
in 48 hours...
not bad.
This is Cuco,
he just came in from Mexico.
I was sorry to hear
about Riggs and her wife.
Truly.
(WHISTLES)
All right.
FERNAN: Go get
some rest, cabrón.
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(DOG BARKING)
SOLDIER: Police, freeze!
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(RAPID RIFLE FIRE)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
DOC: Hey.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
(SOLDIER GRUNTS, PANTS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
(CAR ENGINE REVS)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHISPERS)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Hey, pal.
MAN 1: Great to see you, Rich.
RICHARD: Good to see you.
Hey, long time no see,
how you been?
MAN 2: Nice to see you.
Good, good.
So, what do we got?
MAN 2: Well, we've got
1,500 pounds of dope
and 11 million dollars seized.
What's next?
MAN 1: Well, now it's a question
of you and your family's safety.
We've upped
your personal detail,
but we need to be careful.
(SIGHS)
Move my wife and son
out of the mansion.
Put a team
with them at all times,
just until
this thing calms down.
I was so sorry to hear
about Billie Riggs, sir.
It's just terrible
what happened.
How do you figure
she factors into this?
I can't think of a reason.
Do you know
an associate of hers,
by the name of Doc Alexander?
Yes, yeah, I do.
We have reason to believe
that he is connected
to the Prado organization.
What makes you think that?
MAN 2: Well, he was the only one
that showed up
for Prado's brother's execution.
He also matches
the description of an individual
leaving the warehouse
earlier today.
Doc was my superior officer,
we served together.
I know him to be a troubled man.
If you think
he's connected to the Prados...
we have to consider
him dangerous...
and do whatever we need
to do to apprehend him.
Okay.
We ready?
Hey, Rich,
can you give me a second?
What is it? I'll catch up.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Are we sure we wanna do this?
I mean, you go back on camera...
and we're at war.
Clarke, we already are.
What was that about Doc
in there?
Doc's on his own now.
That's how this thing goes.
Now we have to protect
everything we've worked for.
After that, we're clean.
You knew this was gonna happen,
didn't you?
No, I didn't.
People are dead, Rich.
Look, Billie knew the stakes
better than anyone.
Emma?
Those cops?
It's horrible.
But there's no going back,
Clarke.
And I'm really sorry about that.
Right now, I need to know
that I can count on you.
(EXHALES)
Hey, we are going to take on
the Cartel and win, Clarke.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Let's go.
It's all in here.
Stick to the script.
We're gonna get touched up.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Good evening, Oklahoma.
CLARKE:
He's traveling next week.
No. Are you watching the press--
Education is fucking Oklahoma.
No, he's running on crime.
Yeah, well the numbers
are the numbers.
Look, I can't get into it.
I got an early morning,
I gotta jump.
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES)
Oh, what the fuck?
Who the fuck are you?
Shut your fucking mouth.
CLARKE: Okay, okay, okay.
Please, please, please,
don't hurt me, please.
Put your hands above your head.
What, why?
Put your hands
above your head now.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
(ZIP TIES RATCHETING)
(CLARKE GROANS)
Oh, my God, no.
Okay, hey, listen,
I'll do whatever you want.
I'll get you anything you want
just please don't hurt me.
CUCO: Shh.
(PANTS)
CUCO: That's a good boy. Shh.
(GRUNTS)
What is going on?
CLARKE: Hey man, look.
Hey, I had nothing to do
with it, with any of it, okay.
I don't even know
what's going on,
I don't! I don't know.
What does he think he's doing?
Jeffs?
Man,
he wants to take on the Cartel.
(CHUCKLES)
CLARKE: Now people
are fucking dying and...
I just wanted to work
in politics. (SOBS) Please.
Where is he now?
CLARKE: I don't know.
But they just
upped the security.
I have an idea.
Uncuff me and I can call him.
Okay, I'll call him
and we can set up a meeting,
right away, I promise,
I'll get you a meeting with him.
Do you pray, Clarke?
What? No, what the fuck
does that mean?
I'm gonna give you a minute
to get right with God.
No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no, please.
Help me! Help!
(SCREAMS) Help me! Help! No!
(LIGHTER CLICKS OPEN)
Please.
No!
(FLAMES WHOOSHING)
Oh, my God!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLARKE SCREAMING)
Oh, my God, oh, my God,
no, oh, my God.
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLARKE CHOKES AND GAGS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
(CAR ENGINE REVS)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)
Yeah.
CUCO: Hello, Doc.
Who the fuck is this?
CUCO: Your girl is here.
What? Where is she?
CUCO: Relax, she's-- she's fine.
You fucking touch her,
I swear to God I'll--
You fucking listen to me.
You listen to me--
CUCO: No,
you listen to me, okay?
Doc.
I need your help, Jefe.
I came here to send a message.
Now our money is gone,
our men, our product.
I had nothing to do
with what you lost.
CUCO: I believe you.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
CUCO: But that doesn't change
where we are.
How long have you
known Mr. Jeffs?
I've known him 20 years,
but I don't know him anymore.
What do you want?
CUCO: And I've read a lot
about your state.
They've executed
a lot of people.
And it's the only one
that offers more than two forms
besides lethal injection
and electrocution.
And they always start
at the same time?
I asked you a question.
Midnight.
CUCO: Midnight.
That's what I heard.
Kind of poetic.
What do you want?
CUCO: My father's people
from the Southern part
of Mexico,
descendants of Mayans.
For their culture,
the greatest offering
was the head of your enemy.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I want the head
of Richard Jeffs.
Head?
CUCO: Just the head.
If you bring me what I want,
I will give you the girl,
that is the price for her life.
Call this number
when you have it.
I'll give you
instructions from there.
I'm not gonna do a goddamn thing
until I know she's okay.
CUCO: Okay.
Ask me something
only she would know.
Ask her what her
mother and I call her.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(NELL CRYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
Little Dixie.
Call me when it's done.
(LINE CLICKS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTS)
¿Estás bien, Little Dixie?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRYING)
Hey, you like music?
Yeah, I got something for you.
(UPBEAT ACCORDION MUSIC PLAYS)
(SCREAMS)
CARLA: See it?
Yeah, yeah, no it's labeled.
Well, no, we had
two different labels this year.
I put, um, one gold
for you and then one red.
So it was distinctly different.
Yeah, sorry about that,
I was in a rush.
Yeah, no, okay, things are good.
She's good, she's good.
No, well we've got midterms
and we're just not quite sure
where the situation is at
with timing and scheduling,
but things are well.
How about you guys?
Um, Stace,
I gotta call you back.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
I had the cops at my door
earlier, asking about you.
What'd you do, Doc?
Someone took her.
Nell?
What the fuck are you saying?
Shh, I need you to be quiet.
Who the fuck took her?
DOC: I don't know.
Where?
Come, I need to talk to you,
she'll be okay.
CARLA: How did you--
I don't care
what you have to do,
you get her back.
Do you understand?
And you do it for her, Doc.
Because once she's home,
you will never see her again.
I will make sure of it.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Yeah.
CARLA: If they hurt her,
I'll kill you myself.
Like, I thought
passing out drunk,
letting our six-year-old girl
wander into the streets was bad?
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
I hate you.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Do you hear me?
I fucking hate you.
Where's Andy?
CARLA: He's at work.
You can't tell him anything.
He's my husband,
he's not gonna know?
All right, fine. But he--
he can't say a word.
Who's he gonna tell, Doc?
Nobody.
Do you understand me, Carla?
CARLA: Yes. Yes.
What are you waiting for?
("COULDN'T GET IT RIGHT"
BY CLIMAX BLUES BAND PLAYS)
♪ But I kept on looking
For a sign ♪
♪ In the middle of the night
But I couldn't see the light ♪
♪ No, I couldn't see the light ♪
(GARGLES, SPITS)
♪ To take me through the night ♪
♪ I couldn't get it right
I couldn't get it right ♪
(SPRAYER HISSING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
All right, give me a minute!
BEANSIE: Voila.
You got the Glocks.
You got the Beretta.
You got the Birds,
the semi-autos.
And of course, the trimmings.
I need a Glock 19
with four extra mags.
BEANSIE: (SIGHS) Money.
DOC: Beretta
with the extended mag.
(CHUCKLES) Pussy.
Give me ten boxes of VOR-TX's
for the Glock and the Beretta
and throw in a Ka-Bar
with a strap.
(CHUCKLES) You've got it, man.
What else?
Want some dessert? (CHUCKLES)
Suppressors.
Suppressors.
That it?
I need something...
sharp.
Sharp?
I mean, you got
the Ka-Bar right there, man.
No, no, I mean
something that could...
Oh.
Oh.
Yeah.
I got a chainsaw in my truck,
how about that for sharp?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Shit yeah. (CHUCKLES)
I'll go get it.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
Hey, Karl, open up.
Don't make me bust this door in,
Karl, open the door.
Karl.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
KARL: Doc, is that you?
No, man, it's the Easter bunny.
Open the fucking door.
KARL: Listen,
if you wouldn't mind,
I'd rather just talk
through the door.
DOC: No, that's not
gonna work, Karl.
You alone?
DOC: Open the door.
No, are you alone?
DOC: I'm alone.
How's it going?
DOC: Not well.
What do you want?
What you got there?
It's my father's, okay.
And it's like... it's like,
fucking you know, like,
Mad Max,
road warrior shit out there.
DOC: Give me the gun.
No, I'm not giving
you give my gun.
DOC: Give me the gun.
I'll hold my fucking gun.
What do you want?
(CLOCK TICKING)
DOC: Come on.
I want it back.
What... what are you fucking
hitting me for?
Point a fucking gun at me?
I didn't point a gun at you.
Give my fucking piece back.
The fuck is wrong with you?
You shouldn't put
your fucking hands on me.
What the fuck's going on, Karl?
Man, what the fuck do I know?
Okay, I don't know shit.
They got my daughter.
(CLOCK TICKING)
Christ, I'm sorry, okay.
This blew up
in everybody's fucking face.
Doc, this ain't some grand
fucking conspiracy, okay.
I wish it were.
But Billie, she made
some sort of deal
with the Predos, the Prados
whatever the fuck
their name is.
And she didn't tell Rich.
And then Rich sees
an opportunity
to become the big
motherfucking hero.
All right, it's that simple.
Right hand don't know
what the left hand
or whatever the fuck's
going on, and that's it.
That's it?
That's it!
What about the warehouse raid,
Karl?
KARL: Oh, for God's sake,
man, are you serious?
Yeah.
That's got fucking Billie's name
all the fuck over it, man.
The fucking press
conference and all?
They needed something big
to deflect
from the oil scandal, okay?
And it came up
and bit her on her ass.
And you didn't know about this?
Oh, come on. (CHUCKLES)
I mean you-- Seriously?
What, they played you
like they played me?
Give me a fucking break.
(CLOCK TICKING)
Where's Rich now?
He's at the mansion.
He took his family out.
But he's all in, bro.
Hey, you see
the last press conference?
Yeah.
Okay.
Now he's gonna take
on the Cartel,
like the big man
that he thinks he is.
It's fucking simple, Doc.
Who's Cuco?
That's who's doing this?
Yeah.
He's, um, Lalo's half-brother.
Okay, he's the one
that everybody forgets
to mention. He's...
he's the one
with the most to prove
because he's a fucking American.
Real name's Raffe.
But, down in the Sandbox,
he's known as Cuco,
and that means, loosely
translated, boogieman.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
All the mass graves down there
and the kidnappings,
and the bombings,
and all the murders
and shit, that's him, bro.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I met him once with Billie.
That is him.
When we were down
in the compound, Zaragoza.
Now, if he's got your kid,
I really am sorry, I really am,
but that's got nothing
to fucking do with me.
Zaragoza?
It's a fucking fortress,
like you see
in the fucking movies,
all right?
And then villages
all built up around it.
Jesus Christ, man.
What do they want? What, Jeffs?
They want his head.
What?
DOC: His head.
Literally?
(CHUCKLES)
This is a nightmare to me.
So what are you gonna do?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Anything I have to.
Then what?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I'm sorry about that Karl.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Let's give it up
for the fiercest queen,
you've ever seen, Misty.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste ♪
♪ Yeah
Do you like good music? ♪
♪ Do you like to dance ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Hanging out
For a body shot at night ♪
♪ Ain't it strange
What they do to feel all right ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, so ♪
♪ So when will you call
I am experienced ♪
♪ Whoa, yeah ♪
♪ Face to face ♪
♪ And back to back ♪
♪ You see and feel
My sex attack ♪
♪ Sing it ♪
♪ Flesh ♪
♪ Flesh for fantasy ♪
♪ You are ♪
♪ Flesh ♪
♪ Flesh for fantasy ♪
♪ Flesh ♪
♪ Flesh! Flesh for fantasy ♪
♪ You cry ♪
♪ Flesh ♪
♪ Flesh for fantasy ♪
And if you got that itch,
come to the bar
and come pick out your song.
We got drag queen karaoke
all night long.
(TRAP MUSIC PLAYS)
My mother had a dress like that.
It's pretty.
I like the way you sing.
Thank you, sweetie.
What's your name?
Cuco.
I like those sunglasses, Cuco.
Well,
how about I buy you a drink?
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
MISTY: Well,
look who brought Mr. 45.
I like a bad guy.
I need to use
a little girl's room.
It's out of order.
Okay, I was just gonna
get cleaned up for you.
Get on the fucking bed.
Oh, yeah.
CUCO: And face down.
(MISTY SIGHS)
(MOANS) Rip me open, bad boy.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
RICHARD: Listen, honey, we knew
it was gonna get worse
before it got better.
I'm fine. I promise.
Let them know
if you need anything, yeah?
I love you, too.
Mm-hmm. Bye.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
He was a good kid.
I can't believe he's gone.
RICHARD: Come here.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
We are safe now.
Everything is gonna be fine.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SUPPRESSED GUNFIRE)
(BODY THUDS)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hey.
(BODY THUDS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(SHOWER RUNNING)
RICHARD: Are you hungry?
I can order you something
to eat.
Yeah, no, I don't think
I'll eat for a week.
RICHARD: You gotta eat, babe.
Hey, did you, um,
contact his family yet?
RICHARD: No, it slipped my mind.
I'm gonna call him
in the morning.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SUPPRESSED GUNFIRE)
RICHARD: We are gonna have
a busy day tomorrow,
once this thing goes national.
Have you, uh,
drafted anything yet?
Any early thoughts, ideas?
Oh, my fucking God, Doc.
What the fuck?
Sit down, Rich.
God damn it, Doc.
What do you want?
You don't want to know.
Listen, I'm sorry about Billie,
I know how close you were.
But she was fucking using you.
It was her idea
to raid the warehouse.
Her idea to take
on the Cartel.
They got Nell.
Oh, my God.
Please let me help, I can help.
Too late.
Wait, they're not gonna hurt
Deb and Taylor, are they?
Are you?
No.
I won't.
Come on, Doc.
Oh, fuck, God help me.
You know what I thought
about the other day?
That 4th of July
at the lake, Billie's house.
You and Carla were
together I think.
Yeah.
It was right before
my last tour.
Yeah.
Kids must have been six, seven.
(SIGHS) And they wanted
to get married
under the fireworks.
We had a wedding
for them on the dock.
Riggs was the priest. (SIGHS)
I was Taylor's best man.
And you walked Nell
down the aisle.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS) This is all my fault.
You know, you were like
a brother to me.
I know.
I'm sorry, Doc.
I'm so sorry.
(CHAINSAW MOTOR REVS)
(CHAINSAW MOTOR REVVING)
(CHAINSAW MOTOR REVVING)
(CAR ENGINE IGNITES)
(SIGHS)
(CELLPHONE RINGS)
CUCO: Yeah.
DOC: It's done.
CUCO: Oh, that's good.
DOC: Where do you want me
to meet you?
(LIGHTER CLICKS AND FLICKS)
DOC: Hello?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
It sounds like
you're at a party.
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
DOC: Let me talk to Nell.
CUCO: I can't
do that right now.
DOC: I want to talk
to my daughter.
CUCO: Yo, relax. She's fine.
I promise.
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
There's a little town
near the border, called Del Rio.
Do you know it?
DOC: Yeah, East of El Paso.
CUCO: That's the one.
There's a motel there,
The Royal Inn,
come meet me there
tomorrow at 8:00 a.m.
Cuco, you lay
your finger on my kid,
I swear to God I'll kill you.
(PHONE LINE DROPS)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
Hello?
(SNIFFLES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
What the fuck?
What is this, hun?
I don't do whatever this is.
Then why did you do that?
I just wanted to fix
my makeup and there she is.
But I said...
I said to you, do not--
What the fuck is going on, hun?
Honey, you--
(GROANS) No. No!
(WHIMPERS, GROANS)
Don't hurt me, Cuco.
Don't hurt me, Cuco.
(GROANS, SOBS) Cuco.
CUCO: Shh, shh.
(GROANS)
(SOBS)
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
(SOBS)
(CUCO BREATHES DEEPLY)
(SOBS)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Fuck.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(RETCHES)
(EXHALES)
It's gonna be a long night.
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
CUCO: Someone had
too much to drink.
You have a good night.
(PANTS)
Oh, you fucking bitch.
(CAR DINGS)
DOC: Fuck.
God damn it, Rich.
(INHALES)
(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)
Hey.
CARLA: Hey, where are you?
I'm about to go get her.
CARLA: Where is she?
I can't tell you that, Carla.
CARLA: Did you hear
what happened to Richard?
Yeah. I heard.
CARLA: There was a girl
in there with him,
his press secretary, I think,
it's all over the news.
Deb is hysterical.
But they won't tell her
anything else.
What's happening, Doc?
Are you guys gonna be okay?
Nell's a tough kid, Carla.
CARLA: I know.
She's gonna be fine, sweetheart.
CARLA: Doc, listen,
I'm sorry about what I said.
I am still so angry with you
and it drives me crazy
that no matter what,
she'll always love you more.
You're her idol, Doc.
She also knows
what you're capable of.
So wherever she is...
I'm sure she knows
you're coming.
Look, I gotta go.
I'll call you
as soon as I have her, okay?
CARLA: Doc?
Yeah.
CARLA: Please be careful.
I always am.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR SHUTS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Your papa's coming.
I know.
CUCO: You know?
Your papa is a bad man.
That's why you don't scare me.
(LAUGHS)
No? Mmm.
Most little girls
get really scared.
Not you, huh?
You shouldn't have killed
that lady.
But she didn't listen.
She didn't listen to me.
How can you do that?
When was the first time
you killed someone?
When I was a boy.
Younger than you.
NELL: What happened?
I was a bastard.
My mother was an American...
but she was also a lady
of the night, you could say.
My skin was lighter
than all of my brothers,
so no one believed
I was a son of Antonio Prado.
And my mother
was a very beautiful woman.
Beautiful.
She died when I was 13.
And my father,
he always made sure
I was taken care of.
But his wife
never accepted me.
(INHALES)
There was one boy in town...
he called my mother a whore,
the day after her funeral.
So I followed him home
that day and waited.
That night I snuck into his room
and cut his throat.
What happened after that?
No one ever talked
about my mother again.
And what about your dad?
We became very close.
And he knew
what you did to that boy?
My father knew everything
that happened in his town.
So you like it?
I'm a good at it.
(SCOFFS)
Are you sick
to your stomach now?
I thought I didn't scare you.
I don't like burgers
without ketchup.
(LAUGHS)
The girl wants ketchup. (LAUGHS)
MAN: Right there. That's where
I saw him coming out of.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
It was a big girl,
I mean, you saw him, right?
He was coming out
of that room right there.
Fuck. Fuck.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Listen, you little bitch.
Now, you say a word,
I'm gonna shoot you
in the fucking face.
We're gonna go on a little ride.
Have you ever been to Mexico?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
Get in the fucking trunk.
Hey, man, hold on.
Call the fucking cops.
Stop. Stop it.
Hey, what are doing, bud?
Who is this?
He's not hurting you?
FEMALE VOICE: Are you okay?
What's going on?
What the fuck. (GASPS, SCREAMS)
(GUNSHOTS)
Don't take another fucking step.
(PANTS) Turn around.
Turn around!
You think I'm fucking around?
Get your ass
in the fucking trunk.
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
Oh, you fucked up, fool.
(GUNSHOT)
(GUNSHOT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
MALE VOICE: I don't know
what's going on.
I need you
to send somebody over.
The Royal Motel.
Hold on, man. No please.
DOC: What the fuck
were you thinking
with that girl?
I mean, she knew
about your wife and your kid.
I didn't wanna fucking do her.
No fucking choice.
You fucking had everything.
You fucking did.
Golden boy.
Now look at you.
Fucking head in a bag, great.
You know, I hadn't thought
about that lake trip in years.
I forgot about it.
And the kids...
married under the fireworks.
God, that was a fucking--
God damn it,
that was a great weekend.
You know, I think
that was the last time
that Carla and I were in love.
It was when I came back
from that last tour,
you remember?
It was fucked up, man,
I couldn't handle it.
Something changed inside of me.
You remember.
I couldn't deal with anything.
And then the whole
husband and daddy thing,
I mean, fuck me.
Everybody was so fucking normal.
I just saw some fucked up shit.
You were running for office.
(LAUGHS)
And then the divorce, man.
And you know, somehow
I was the pariah.
You know,
nobody wanted to fucking deal
with the basket case.
Man, you were like my brother.
Now look at this shit.
Doesn't make sense.
It's nice to talk.
(POLICE SIRENS
WAILING IN DISTANCE)
DOC: Fuck.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Come on, you motherfucker.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Can I help you?
What happened here?
Back to your room, now.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, you live here?
MAN: Yeah, you could say that.
What happened?
I hear some potato
murked them fools, man.
Had a girl with him too.
DOC: Is she alive?
She was walking.
DOC: Then what happened?
They got in their whip
and they went that way, dude.
What way's that?
Was it that way?
Right, that way.
What's that way?
The fucking sandbox,
homie. Mexico.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Mexico. Thanks man.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(SIGHS) Going to Mexico.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(IN SPANISH)
Fuck you, bitch.
LALO: (IN SPANISH)
LALO: (IN SPANISH)
(IN SPANISH)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
DOC: Where's my daughter?
She's fine.
Why don't you go get her.
We'll be on our way.
I'm sorry, but the deal
you made with my brother...
I cannot honor it.
I didn't make a deal...
with your brother.
He snatched my kid.
LALO: Look...
Doc...
I know you were there
when they executed Miguel.
I'm grateful for that, truly.
I've heard nothing
but good things
about you from him
and the people who work for me.
However...
my brother here...
who took your daughter...
has caused a bit
of a problem for me.
I guess...
he had you help him?
I cannot have any of this...
leading back to me
or my business.
I'm sorry.
What about my kid, man?
(CHUCKLES)
Pacho.
CUCO: Sit the fuck down.
(WHIMPERING)
It's okay, baby, it's okay.
DOC: Just be still.
CUCO: Let's go
for a little walk.
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
DOC: It's okay baby, it's okay.
You remember
when you were a little girl...
and the storms would come,
and I'd tell you
how to hide, you remember that?
CUCO: Shut the fuck up.
Let's do it right fucking here.
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
(PANTS)
CUCO: I'm sorry
it had to happen this way.
Little Dixie.
Oh, I'm gonna fucking miss you.
(SOBS)
Shh.
(SOBS)
Now get on your fucking knees.
(SOBS)
Pacho.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I thought
you were a bad motherfucker.
Just some old man. (LAUGHS)
(SOBS)
Pacho, sit him up, sit him up.
(PACHO GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(CHOKES)
(GRUNTS)
Okay, it's okay, baby.
Come with me. Come on.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Shh. Shh.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUARD GRUNTS)
(BLADE SLASHES)
(GUARD GROANS)
Shh.
You stay close to me.
You stay close.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(TOILET FLUSHES)
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
Come on.
(NELL SOBS)
DOC: Shh.
Take this. Take this.
Look at me,
you use it if you have to. Okay?
Shh, stay here.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(MAN SCREAMS)
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
That you were gonna come
into my country...
that you were gonna
come into my house...
and make me look like a fool?
Where's my brother?
In the field.
(GUN SHOTS)
(SOBS)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Okay.
(NELL SOBS)
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
How you feeling, kiddo?
I'm okay.
Yeah?
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Do you know
where I wanted to go on my trip?
Where?
Mexico. (CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
No more Mexico. (CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES)
We'll go somewhere else
next time.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
You have
your mother's sense of humor.
I called her...
told her you're okay.
I love you, Dad.
I missed you.
I love you too, baby.
(SIGHS)
What are we doing?
I need to make one last stop.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
DOC: There you go, pal.
It's the best I could do.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
but I had no idea.
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BUZZING)
(MECHANICAL CLUNK)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(METAL GROANING)
(THUDDING)
(WHISPERS)
Yeah. Yeah, it's coming.
(MUFFLED CHEERS)
What is that sound?
They're cheering him on.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(MECHANICAL CLUNK)
Juan Miguel Prado,
you have been sentenced to die
by the state of Oklahoma
for the triple homicides
of November 12th, 2013.
Do you have any last words?
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(IN SPANISH)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(IN ENGLISH)
This is only the beginning.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE CHANTING)
(WHIRRING)
(EXHALES)
(IN SPANISH)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(GROANS)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
(YELLING IN SPANISH)
(SCREAMS)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(EQUIPMENT RUMBLING)
(SCREAMS)
(TRAFFIC NOISES)
(DOOR BELL JINGLING)
BILLIE: You couldn't wait?
Jesus, you look like shit.
Whoa, I've been up all night.
You went?
Fucking unbelievable.
Sandy, can I have
my usual please?
Oh, and get him
some more coffee.
SANDY: Coming right up.
How's Emma?
She's good.
I told her
you're gonna be there tonight.
(BREATHES DEEPLY) You know,
I love her, but not that much.
Think about it.
NEWS REPORTER: ...what has been
a rocky week for Governor Jeffs,
amid allegations of corruption
relating to the oil industry
and political favors.
This morning,
the governor followed through
on his promise of law and order.
Cartel Under boss Juan
Miguel Prado was executed,
in what was the state's
first capital punishment case
in more than seven years.
Governor Jeffs, then prosecutor,
was in attendance
and is holding
a press conference now.
DOC: Fuck is he doing?
Shouldn't you be there?
He's running the show now.
He's the boy wonder, remember?
We dad a deal, Billie.
RICHARD: What I witnessed
this morning
was the state exercising
its right to capital punishment.
REPORTER 1: Mr. Governor,
will you address the...
I need to tell you
this is gonna be a problem.
This is not good.
He's gotta look tough
on crime and the Cartel.
People are scared, Doc.
We just executed Prado's brother
and now he's gonna
take a victory lap.
You gotta talk to this guy.
You know him.
Guys like this will sell
their children to win.
(SCOFFS)
BILLIE: What do you want me
to say, huh?
Are you seeing them today?
DOC: Yeah.
Okay, so we don't know
what we don't know.
You'll see them
and then we'll go from there.
"We don't know
what we don't know"?
REPORTER 1: Mr. Governor,
will you address
the corruption allegations
reported against you this week?
Reports that
you were directly compensated
for the Keystone deals?
Those claims are baseless.
Next question.
REPORTER 2: Mr. Governor,
why did you feel
you had to attend
the execution?
Well I was the prosecutor
in the Prado case.
I felt like I owed it
to the families of his victims
and to Mr. Prado, to see
this through to the end.
REPORTER 2: What did
you owe Mr. Prado?
As a reminder to him
and to his brother, Lalo Prado,
and his heinous
criminal organization,
that this state
and this great country
won't stand for their kind.
(WOMAN CRYING)
With this new Task Force,
I'm going to make it my mission
to eradicate
the Cartel's presence here,
specifically Lalo Prado.
Today's execution
was the first step.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Next time I'm in that room,
it'll be Lalo on the table,
getting the needle.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
CUCO: (IN SPANISH)
LALO: (IN SPANISH)
CUCO: (IN SPANISH)
(CHUCKLES)
(IN ENGLISH) The United States
doesn't own its people, Lalo.
(IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) Let me do this,
Brother.
(IN SPANISH)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR HORN HONKING)
(CAR APPROACHING)
NELL: Hey.
DOC: Hi.
You wanna get some donuts?
NELL: Please.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
NELL: You look tired.
(INHALES DEEPLY) I am.
How's the drinking?
DOC: It's good.
(CHUCKLES) How's your mom?
Fine. (LAUGHS)
(DOC LAUGHS)
Did you get an attorney yet?
DOC: Why you don't like
these secret meetings?
Dad.
Yes, I have an attorney.
Have you thought about
where you wanna go?
Yeah.
DOC: Yeah?
The mountains,
the beach, the moon, what?
It's expensive.
I've been saving up.
I have a presentation tonight.
DOC: About what?
NELL: I did it on you
and what it's like to have a dad
who served in the CIA.
Special Forces, baby.
Right.
Well it's... it's just
a little different, that's all.
Think she'd let you come?
No.
Maybe you can video it.
(CHUCKLES)
I love you kiddo.
I love you too.
Don't let them
corrupt you in there.
Good luck, later.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOGS BARKING)
Just as you said, no problem.
Escorts picked them up
when they crossed the Red River.
DOC: What about tomorrow?
JUAN: We'll be ready.
I have a new crew
coming in this evening
to pack everything back up.
I assume you saw the news.
Oh, I did.
I thought we had
an understanding.
DOC: I thought the same.
JUAN: We know you did.
Let's just get through tomorrow.
Vámonos.
(DOC SIGHS)
(LIGHTER CLICKS, FLICKS)
(TRAFFIC NOISES)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey, buddy!
Put that thing out.
What are you fucking crazy?
You gonna try
to kill us all here?
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Fucking Mexicans.
(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Whiskey.
(SOFT LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYING)
Thank you.
EMMA: I was surprised
you showed up.
Well, I tried not to.
I do not know
how you do these things.
After 30 years of campaigns,
you figure it out.
How's little Nellie?
Oh, she ain't so little.
She's good though.
She's a smart kid.
Well, that doesn't surprise me.
Billie told me
she's gonna help out
on the custody case.
Yeah, that's the plan.
Well, you don't go over there
and do what you did,
and then come back in one piece.
She should realize that...
you can't keep
a girl from her dad.
BILLIE: You showed.
I'm here for her, not you.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
Honey, do you
want another one?
No, thank you.
Can I get a minute?
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
They're gonna respond, Billie.
Yeah. What did he say?
Nothing. Which is worse.
Okay. So what do you wanna do?
Talk to Rich,
tell him to cool it
with the white knight
bullshit, all right?
I don't even wanna think
about what they're gonna do.
You can't do that.
DOC: Why?
Well, you can.
But he doesn't
know everything.
So--
What doesn't he know?
BILLIE: He doesn't wanna know,
that's the agreement.
What doesn't he know, Billie?
Oh, come on Doc.
I've had my arm
up the ass of people like Jeffs
for the past 30 fucking years.
They get to put on their hats
and wave to everyone
from the parade floats,
but they're bouncing
on my fucking knee.
He may be a war hero
in your world,
but here in mine,
Jeffs knows what I tell him.
DOC: Right.
What haven't you told me,
Billie?
(ELEVATOR CHIMES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
DOC: Clarke?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Doc.
Clarke.
Six-hundred a plate,
I'm surprised to see you here.
(CHUCKLES) Need to talk to Rich.
Tonight is a busy night, Doc.
Why don't you call
my office tomorrow,
maybe we can schedule
a meeting for next week, huh?
It needs to be tonight Clarke.
What didn't you understand?
The answer is no.
(GROANS)
Look at me, look at me.
(GROANS)
Listen to me
you little fucking turd.
The answer is,
"I'll go get him, Doc."
(GROANS) I'll go get him Doc,
I'll go get him. (GROANS)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
What is it?
Clarke said it couldn't wait.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Go ahead, Billie.
BILLIE: Damn it.
It's the Prado thing.
We need you to back down
from the Task Force
and let this whole thing
die down a bit.
Why would I do that?
I just announced it.
Remember when you were running,
"Whatever needs
to be done," right?
I told you whatever it is,
I didn't want to know.
Where do you think those large,
anonymous contributions
came from,
or the overwhelming
Hispanic vote, huh?
Those things aren't won
at the fucking wishing well.
What are you saying?
(SCOFFS) That we have
a few partners in this thing.
Prado?
How does this happen?
I'm the sitting
fucking governor.
Everyone makes
their deal with the devil.
This one is yours.
What does he expect
from this deal you made?
We look the other way on things
concerning his interests.
What the fuck
are you saying to me?
Not all, just some,
he's practical.
And most you don't need
to be aware of
because you have Doc and I.
I mean, you hired
me to fucking win.
(SIGHS)
(SCOFFS) Don't look
so shocked, Richard.
Naive doesn't look good on you.
We just executed his brother.
You kill three civilians,
you get the needle,
that's the deal.
Lalo knew
we couldn't save his brother,
but I told you, don't dance
on his fucking grave.
Look, this is just a pit stop.
We thread the needle here
then we get to D.C.
after one term.
Don't shit your pants on me now.
RICHARD:
And with this Keystone thing...
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(GROANS) So...
what do you advise
that I do now, Billie?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Doc, can we have a minute?
Clarke, fuck off.
Yes.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
TAYLOR: Hey, Doc.
Hey Taylor. How's football?
Good. How's Nell?
Oh, she's good.
Said to say hi, if I saw you.
Tell her I say hi back.
I will.
Get some rest, Doc.
Taylor.
Yeah.
KARL: Oh, yeah,
exactly, thank you.
FEMALE VOICE: Yep.
You leaving already?
Not gonna stick around
for a drink?
DOC: No, I can't.
KARL: Did they actually,
let you through the front door
with this outfit on?
Yeah, I wish they hadn't, Karl.
You look good though.
You too.
BILLIE: I'll call you tomorrow.
Hey Doc, it's good
seeing you man.
You, too.
KARL: Love you bro.
I love Doc, don't you?
I do.
Hold on a sec.
DOC: Talk to your client, Karl.
Hey, Doc.
Listen, uh...
I just wanted
to thank you, you know,
I know how fucked up this all is
and all that you do for us.
I know it's not always pretty.
Rich, Rich, Rich,
it's me. Cut the shit, man.
Listen to what Billie's saying.
Back down on the Lalo thing,
man, all right,
I can't protect you,
I can't protect your family.
You worry too much.
It's too bad
we're not as close anymore.
DOC: Is it?
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(CAR DRIVING AWAY)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)
(DOC SCOFFS)
Hello?
CARLA: Are you sleeping?
DOC: No.
CARLA: Mm-hmm.
DOC: What is it?
CARLA: (SIGHS) I was calling
to see if you'll be
in court this week.
DOC: (SIGHS)
Yeah, I'm gonna be in court.
Is that why you called?
CARLA: Yeah.
DOC: Oh.
Look Carla, my bills are paid.
I slept at home last night.
Laundry's getting done
over here. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
You wanna let a judge decide,
it's fine,
I'm not gonna fight you on it.
I just wanna be part
of her life, okay?
CARLA: Okay.
DOC: Okay.
Is there anything else?
Because otherwise
I have to get to work.
CARLA: Yeah, where's work?
DOC: (CHUCKLES) Okay.
I'll see you in court.
NELL: Hey Dad, it's me,
just calling to tell you
the presentation went great
and everyone loved it.
Um, I'll tell you more
about it tomorrow,
same time, same place?
Love you.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR BELL RINGS)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR BELL RINGS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Billie?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
Call Clarke Moore.
(LINE RINGS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
CLARKE: What Doc?
We need to meet.
CLARKE: Why would we do that?
Cut the shit, Clarke.
Put me through to Rich.
CLARKE: Listen, Doc,
whatever arrangement you had
with the governor is gone now.
Is that right?
CLARKE: The governor has decided
to end this relationship.
He wishes you well.
It doesn't work
that way, motherfucker.
Put me through now.
CLARKE: There's nothing
more to talk about, Doc.
Clarke! Put me fucking through.
CLARKE: I'm sorry,
you're on your own now.
(LINE CLICKS)
Fuck, fuck!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
FERNAN: Three-thousand pounds
in 48 hours...
not bad.
This is Cuco,
he just came in from Mexico.
I was sorry to hear
about Riggs and her wife.
Truly.
(WHISTLES)
All right.
FERNAN: Go get
some rest, cabrón.
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(DOG BARKING)
SOLDIER: Police, freeze!
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(RAPID RIFLE FIRE)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
DOC: Hey.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
(SOLDIER GRUNTS, PANTS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
(CAR ENGINE REVS)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHISPERS)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Hey, pal.
MAN 1: Great to see you, Rich.
RICHARD: Good to see you.
Hey, long time no see,
how you been?
MAN 2: Nice to see you.
Good, good.
So, what do we got?
MAN 2: Well, we've got
1,500 pounds of dope
and 11 million dollars seized.
What's next?
MAN 1: Well, now it's a question
of you and your family's safety.
We've upped
your personal detail,
but we need to be careful.
(SIGHS)
Move my wife and son
out of the mansion.
Put a team
with them at all times,
just until
this thing calms down.
I was so sorry to hear
about Billie Riggs, sir.
It's just terrible
what happened.
How do you figure
she factors into this?
I can't think of a reason.
Do you know
an associate of hers,
by the name of Doc Alexander?
Yes, yeah, I do.
We have reason to believe
that he is connected
to the Prado organization.
What makes you think that?
MAN 2: Well, he was the only one
that showed up
for Prado's brother's execution.
He also matches
the description of an individual
leaving the warehouse
earlier today.
Doc was my superior officer,
we served together.
I know him to be a troubled man.
If you think
he's connected to the Prados...
we have to consider
him dangerous...
and do whatever we need
to do to apprehend him.
Okay.
We ready?
Hey, Rich,
can you give me a second?
What is it? I'll catch up.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Are we sure we wanna do this?
I mean, you go back on camera...
and we're at war.
Clarke, we already are.
What was that about Doc
in there?
Doc's on his own now.
That's how this thing goes.
Now we have to protect
everything we've worked for.
After that, we're clean.
You knew this was gonna happen,
didn't you?
No, I didn't.
People are dead, Rich.
Look, Billie knew the stakes
better than anyone.
Emma?
Those cops?
It's horrible.
But there's no going back,
Clarke.
And I'm really sorry about that.
Right now, I need to know
that I can count on you.
(EXHALES)
Hey, we are going to take on
the Cartel and win, Clarke.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Let's go.
It's all in here.
Stick to the script.
We're gonna get touched up.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Good evening, Oklahoma.
CLARKE:
He's traveling next week.
No. Are you watching the press--
Education is fucking Oklahoma.
No, he's running on crime.
Yeah, well the numbers
are the numbers.
Look, I can't get into it.
I got an early morning,
I gotta jump.
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES)
Oh, what the fuck?
Who the fuck are you?
Shut your fucking mouth.
CLARKE: Okay, okay, okay.
Please, please, please,
don't hurt me, please.
Put your hands above your head.
What, why?
Put your hands
above your head now.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
(ZIP TIES RATCHETING)
(CLARKE GROANS)
Oh, my God, no.
Okay, hey, listen,
I'll do whatever you want.
I'll get you anything you want
just please don't hurt me.
CUCO: Shh.
(PANTS)
CUCO: That's a good boy. Shh.
(GRUNTS)
What is going on?
CLARKE: Hey man, look.
Hey, I had nothing to do
with it, with any of it, okay.
I don't even know
what's going on,
I don't! I don't know.
What does he think he's doing?
Jeffs?
Man,
he wants to take on the Cartel.
(CHUCKLES)
CLARKE: Now people
are fucking dying and...
I just wanted to work
in politics. (SOBS) Please.
Where is he now?
CLARKE: I don't know.
But they just
upped the security.
I have an idea.
Uncuff me and I can call him.
Okay, I'll call him
and we can set up a meeting,
right away, I promise,
I'll get you a meeting with him.
Do you pray, Clarke?
What? No, what the fuck
does that mean?
I'm gonna give you a minute
to get right with God.
No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no, please.
Help me! Help!
(SCREAMS) Help me! Help! No!
(LIGHTER CLICKS OPEN)
Please.
No!
(FLAMES WHOOSHING)
Oh, my God!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLARKE SCREAMING)
Oh, my God, oh, my God,
no, oh, my God.
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLARKE CHOKES AND GAGS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
(CAR ENGINE REVS)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)
Yeah.
CUCO: Hello, Doc.
Who the fuck is this?
CUCO: Your girl is here.
What? Where is she?
CUCO: Relax, she's-- she's fine.
You fucking touch her,
I swear to God I'll--
You fucking listen to me.
You listen to me--
CUCO: No,
you listen to me, okay?
Doc.
I need your help, Jefe.
I came here to send a message.
Now our money is gone,
our men, our product.
I had nothing to do
with what you lost.
CUCO: I believe you.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
CUCO: But that doesn't change
where we are.
How long have you
known Mr. Jeffs?
I've known him 20 years,
but I don't know him anymore.
What do you want?
CUCO: And I've read a lot
about your state.
They've executed
a lot of people.
And it's the only one
that offers more than two forms
besides lethal injection
and electrocution.
And they always start
at the same time?
I asked you a question.
Midnight.
CUCO: Midnight.
That's what I heard.
Kind of poetic.
What do you want?
CUCO: My father's people
from the Southern part
of Mexico,
descendants of Mayans.
For their culture,
the greatest offering
was the head of your enemy.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I want the head
of Richard Jeffs.
Head?
CUCO: Just the head.
If you bring me what I want,
I will give you the girl,
that is the price for her life.
Call this number
when you have it.
I'll give you
instructions from there.
I'm not gonna do a goddamn thing
until I know she's okay.
CUCO: Okay.
Ask me something
only she would know.
Ask her what her
mother and I call her.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(NELL CRYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
Little Dixie.
Call me when it's done.
(LINE CLICKS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTS)
¿Estás bien, Little Dixie?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRYING)
Hey, you like music?
Yeah, I got something for you.
(UPBEAT ACCORDION MUSIC PLAYS)
(SCREAMS)
CARLA: See it?
Yeah, yeah, no it's labeled.
Well, no, we had
two different labels this year.
I put, um, one gold
for you and then one red.
So it was distinctly different.
Yeah, sorry about that,
I was in a rush.
Yeah, no, okay, things are good.
She's good, she's good.
No, well we've got midterms
and we're just not quite sure
where the situation is at
with timing and scheduling,
but things are well.
How about you guys?
Um, Stace,
I gotta call you back.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
I had the cops at my door
earlier, asking about you.
What'd you do, Doc?
Someone took her.
Nell?
What the fuck are you saying?
Shh, I need you to be quiet.
Who the fuck took her?
DOC: I don't know.
Where?
Come, I need to talk to you,
she'll be okay.
CARLA: How did you--
I don't care
what you have to do,
you get her back.
Do you understand?
And you do it for her, Doc.
Because once she's home,
you will never see her again.
I will make sure of it.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Yeah.
CARLA: If they hurt her,
I'll kill you myself.
Like, I thought
passing out drunk,
letting our six-year-old girl
wander into the streets was bad?
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
I hate you.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Do you hear me?
I fucking hate you.
Where's Andy?
CARLA: He's at work.
You can't tell him anything.
He's my husband,
he's not gonna know?
All right, fine. But he--
he can't say a word.
Who's he gonna tell, Doc?
Nobody.
Do you understand me, Carla?
CARLA: Yes. Yes.
What are you waiting for?
("COULDN'T GET IT RIGHT"
BY CLIMAX BLUES BAND PLAYS)
♪ But I kept on looking
For a sign ♪
♪ In the middle of the night
But I couldn't see the light ♪
♪ No, I couldn't see the light ♪
(GARGLES, SPITS)
♪ To take me through the night ♪
♪ I couldn't get it right
I couldn't get it right ♪
(SPRAYER HISSING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
All right, give me a minute!
BEANSIE: Voila.
You got the Glocks.
You got the Beretta.
You got the Birds,
the semi-autos.
And of course, the trimmings.
I need a Glock 19
with four extra mags.
BEANSIE: (SIGHS) Money.
DOC: Beretta
with the extended mag.
(CHUCKLES) Pussy.
Give me ten boxes of VOR-TX's
for the Glock and the Beretta
and throw in a Ka-Bar
with a strap.
(CHUCKLES) You've got it, man.
What else?
Want some dessert? (CHUCKLES)
Suppressors.
Suppressors.
That it?
I need something...
sharp.
Sharp?
I mean, you got
the Ka-Bar right there, man.
No, no, I mean
something that could...
Oh.
Oh.
Yeah.
I got a chainsaw in my truck,
how about that for sharp?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Shit yeah. (CHUCKLES)
I'll go get it.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
Hey, Karl, open up.
Don't make me bust this door in,
Karl, open the door.
Karl.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
KARL: Doc, is that you?
No, man, it's the Easter bunny.
Open the fucking door.
KARL: Listen,
if you wouldn't mind,
I'd rather just talk
through the door.
DOC: No, that's not
gonna work, Karl.
You alone?
DOC: Open the door.
No, are you alone?
DOC: I'm alone.
How's it going?
DOC: Not well.
What do you want?
What you got there?
It's my father's, okay.
And it's like... it's like,
fucking you know, like,
Mad Max,
road warrior shit out there.
DOC: Give me the gun.
No, I'm not giving
you give my gun.
DOC: Give me the gun.
I'll hold my fucking gun.
What do you want?
(CLOCK TICKING)
DOC: Come on.
I want it back.
What... what are you fucking
hitting me for?
Point a fucking gun at me?
I didn't point a gun at you.
Give my fucking piece back.
The fuck is wrong with you?
You shouldn't put
your fucking hands on me.
What the fuck's going on, Karl?
Man, what the fuck do I know?
Okay, I don't know shit.
They got my daughter.
(CLOCK TICKING)
Christ, I'm sorry, okay.
This blew up
in everybody's fucking face.
Doc, this ain't some grand
fucking conspiracy, okay.
I wish it were.
But Billie, she made
some sort of deal
with the Predos, the Prados
whatever the fuck
their name is.
And she didn't tell Rich.
And then Rich sees
an opportunity
to become the big
motherfucking hero.
All right, it's that simple.
Right hand don't know
what the left hand
or whatever the fuck's
going on, and that's it.
That's it?
That's it!
What about the warehouse raid,
Karl?
KARL: Oh, for God's sake,
man, are you serious?
Yeah.
That's got fucking Billie's name
all the fuck over it, man.
The fucking press
conference and all?
They needed something big
to deflect
from the oil scandal, okay?
And it came up
and bit her on her ass.
And you didn't know about this?
Oh, come on. (CHUCKLES)
I mean you-- Seriously?
What, they played you
like they played me?
Give me a fucking break.
(CLOCK TICKING)
Where's Rich now?
He's at the mansion.
He took his family out.
But he's all in, bro.
Hey, you see
the last press conference?
Yeah.
Okay.
Now he's gonna take
on the Cartel,
like the big man
that he thinks he is.
It's fucking simple, Doc.
Who's Cuco?
That's who's doing this?
Yeah.
He's, um, Lalo's half-brother.
Okay, he's the one
that everybody forgets
to mention. He's...
he's the one
with the most to prove
because he's a fucking American.
Real name's Raffe.
But, down in the Sandbox,
he's known as Cuco,
and that means, loosely
translated, boogieman.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
All the mass graves down there
and the kidnappings,
and the bombings,
and all the murders
and shit, that's him, bro.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I met him once with Billie.
That is him.
When we were down
in the compound, Zaragoza.
Now, if he's got your kid,
I really am sorry, I really am,
but that's got nothing
to fucking do with me.
Zaragoza?
It's a fucking fortress,
like you see
in the fucking movies,
all right?
And then villages
all built up around it.
Jesus Christ, man.
What do they want? What, Jeffs?
They want his head.
What?
DOC: His head.
Literally?
(CHUCKLES)
This is a nightmare to me.
So what are you gonna do?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Anything I have to.
Then what?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I'm sorry about that Karl.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Let's give it up
for the fiercest queen,
you've ever seen, Misty.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste ♪
♪ Yeah
Do you like good music? ♪
♪ Do you like to dance ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Hanging out
For a body shot at night ♪
♪ Ain't it strange
What they do to feel all right ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, so ♪
♪ So when will you call
I am experienced ♪
♪ Whoa, yeah ♪
♪ Face to face ♪
♪ And back to back ♪
♪ You see and feel
My sex attack ♪
♪ Sing it ♪
♪ Flesh ♪
♪ Flesh for fantasy ♪
♪ You are ♪
♪ Flesh ♪
♪ Flesh for fantasy ♪
♪ Flesh ♪
♪ Flesh! Flesh for fantasy ♪
♪ You cry ♪
♪ Flesh ♪
♪ Flesh for fantasy ♪
And if you got that itch,
come to the bar
and come pick out your song.
We got drag queen karaoke
all night long.
(TRAP MUSIC PLAYS)
My mother had a dress like that.
It's pretty.
I like the way you sing.
Thank you, sweetie.
What's your name?
Cuco.
I like those sunglasses, Cuco.
Well,
how about I buy you a drink?
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
MISTY: Well,
look who brought Mr. 45.
I like a bad guy.
I need to use
a little girl's room.
It's out of order.
Okay, I was just gonna
get cleaned up for you.
Get on the fucking bed.
Oh, yeah.
CUCO: And face down.
(MISTY SIGHS)
(MOANS) Rip me open, bad boy.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
RICHARD: Listen, honey, we knew
it was gonna get worse
before it got better.
I'm fine. I promise.
Let them know
if you need anything, yeah?
I love you, too.
Mm-hmm. Bye.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
He was a good kid.
I can't believe he's gone.
RICHARD: Come here.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
We are safe now.
Everything is gonna be fine.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SUPPRESSED GUNFIRE)
(BODY THUDS)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hey.
(BODY THUDS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(SHOWER RUNNING)
RICHARD: Are you hungry?
I can order you something
to eat.
Yeah, no, I don't think
I'll eat for a week.
RICHARD: You gotta eat, babe.
Hey, did you, um,
contact his family yet?
RICHARD: No, it slipped my mind.
I'm gonna call him
in the morning.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SUPPRESSED GUNFIRE)
RICHARD: We are gonna have
a busy day tomorrow,
once this thing goes national.
Have you, uh,
drafted anything yet?
Any early thoughts, ideas?
Oh, my fucking God, Doc.
What the fuck?
Sit down, Rich.
God damn it, Doc.
What do you want?
You don't want to know.
Listen, I'm sorry about Billie,
I know how close you were.
But she was fucking using you.
It was her idea
to raid the warehouse.
Her idea to take
on the Cartel.
They got Nell.
Oh, my God.
Please let me help, I can help.
Too late.
Wait, they're not gonna hurt
Deb and Taylor, are they?
Are you?
No.
I won't.
Come on, Doc.
Oh, fuck, God help me.
You know what I thought
about the other day?
That 4th of July
at the lake, Billie's house.
You and Carla were
together I think.
Yeah.
It was right before
my last tour.
Yeah.
Kids must have been six, seven.
(SIGHS) And they wanted
to get married
under the fireworks.
We had a wedding
for them on the dock.
Riggs was the priest. (SIGHS)
I was Taylor's best man.
And you walked Nell
down the aisle.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS) This is all my fault.
You know, you were like
a brother to me.
I know.
I'm sorry, Doc.
I'm so sorry.
(CHAINSAW MOTOR REVS)
(CHAINSAW MOTOR REVVING)
(CHAINSAW MOTOR REVVING)
(CAR ENGINE IGNITES)
(SIGHS)
(CELLPHONE RINGS)
CUCO: Yeah.
DOC: It's done.
CUCO: Oh, that's good.
DOC: Where do you want me
to meet you?
(LIGHTER CLICKS AND FLICKS)
DOC: Hello?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
It sounds like
you're at a party.
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
DOC: Let me talk to Nell.
CUCO: I can't
do that right now.
DOC: I want to talk
to my daughter.
CUCO: Yo, relax. She's fine.
I promise.
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
There's a little town
near the border, called Del Rio.
Do you know it?
DOC: Yeah, East of El Paso.
CUCO: That's the one.
There's a motel there,
The Royal Inn,
come meet me there
tomorrow at 8:00 a.m.
Cuco, you lay
your finger on my kid,
I swear to God I'll kill you.
(PHONE LINE DROPS)
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)
Hello?
(SNIFFLES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
What the fuck?
What is this, hun?
I don't do whatever this is.
Then why did you do that?
I just wanted to fix
my makeup and there she is.
But I said...
I said to you, do not--
What the fuck is going on, hun?
Honey, you--
(GROANS) No. No!
(WHIMPERS, GROANS)
Don't hurt me, Cuco.
Don't hurt me, Cuco.
(GROANS, SOBS) Cuco.
CUCO: Shh, shh.
(GROANS)
(SOBS)
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
(SOBS)
(CUCO BREATHES DEEPLY)
(SOBS)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Fuck.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(RETCHES)
(EXHALES)
It's gonna be a long night.
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
CUCO: Someone had
too much to drink.
You have a good night.
(PANTS)
Oh, you fucking bitch.
(CAR DINGS)
DOC: Fuck.
God damn it, Rich.
(INHALES)
(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)
Hey.
CARLA: Hey, where are you?
I'm about to go get her.
CARLA: Where is she?
I can't tell you that, Carla.
CARLA: Did you hear
what happened to Richard?
Yeah. I heard.
CARLA: There was a girl
in there with him,
his press secretary, I think,
it's all over the news.
Deb is hysterical.
But they won't tell her
anything else.
What's happening, Doc?
Are you guys gonna be okay?
Nell's a tough kid, Carla.
CARLA: I know.
She's gonna be fine, sweetheart.
CARLA: Doc, listen,
I'm sorry about what I said.
I am still so angry with you
and it drives me crazy
that no matter what,
she'll always love you more.
You're her idol, Doc.
She also knows
what you're capable of.
So wherever she is...
I'm sure she knows
you're coming.
Look, I gotta go.
I'll call you
as soon as I have her, okay?
CARLA: Doc?
Yeah.
CARLA: Please be careful.
I always am.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR SHUTS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Your papa's coming.
I know.
CUCO: You know?
Your papa is a bad man.
That's why you don't scare me.
(LAUGHS)
No? Mmm.
Most little girls
get really scared.
Not you, huh?
You shouldn't have killed
that lady.
But she didn't listen.
She didn't listen to me.
How can you do that?
When was the first time
you killed someone?
When I was a boy.
Younger than you.
NELL: What happened?
I was a bastard.
My mother was an American...
but she was also a lady
of the night, you could say.
My skin was lighter
than all of my brothers,
so no one believed
I was a son of Antonio Prado.
And my mother
was a very beautiful woman.
Beautiful.
She died when I was 13.
And my father,
he always made sure
I was taken care of.
But his wife
never accepted me.
(INHALES)
There was one boy in town...
he called my mother a whore,
the day after her funeral.
So I followed him home
that day and waited.
That night I snuck into his room
and cut his throat.
What happened after that?
No one ever talked
about my mother again.
And what about your dad?
We became very close.
And he knew
what you did to that boy?
My father knew everything
that happened in his town.
So you like it?
I'm a good at it.
(SCOFFS)
Are you sick
to your stomach now?
I thought I didn't scare you.
I don't like burgers
without ketchup.
(LAUGHS)
The girl wants ketchup. (LAUGHS)
MAN: Right there. That's where
I saw him coming out of.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
It was a big girl,
I mean, you saw him, right?
He was coming out
of that room right there.
Fuck. Fuck.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Listen, you little bitch.
Now, you say a word,
I'm gonna shoot you
in the fucking face.
We're gonna go on a little ride.
Have you ever been to Mexico?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
Get in the fucking trunk.
Hey, man, hold on.
Call the fucking cops.
Stop. Stop it.
Hey, what are doing, bud?
Who is this?
He's not hurting you?
FEMALE VOICE: Are you okay?
What's going on?
What the fuck. (GASPS, SCREAMS)
(GUNSHOTS)
Don't take another fucking step.
(PANTS) Turn around.
Turn around!
You think I'm fucking around?
Get your ass
in the fucking trunk.
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
Oh, you fucked up, fool.
(GUNSHOT)
(GUNSHOT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
MALE VOICE: I don't know
what's going on.
I need you
to send somebody over.
The Royal Motel.
Hold on, man. No please.
DOC: What the fuck
were you thinking
with that girl?
I mean, she knew
about your wife and your kid.
I didn't wanna fucking do her.
No fucking choice.
You fucking had everything.
You fucking did.
Golden boy.
Now look at you.
Fucking head in a bag, great.
You know, I hadn't thought
about that lake trip in years.
I forgot about it.
And the kids...
married under the fireworks.
God, that was a fucking--
God damn it,
that was a great weekend.
You know, I think
that was the last time
that Carla and I were in love.
It was when I came back
from that last tour,
you remember?
It was fucked up, man,
I couldn't handle it.
Something changed inside of me.
You remember.
I couldn't deal with anything.
And then the whole
husband and daddy thing,
I mean, fuck me.
Everybody was so fucking normal.
I just saw some fucked up shit.
You were running for office.
(LAUGHS)
And then the divorce, man.
And you know, somehow
I was the pariah.
You know,
nobody wanted to fucking deal
with the basket case.
Man, you were like my brother.
Now look at this shit.
Doesn't make sense.
It's nice to talk.
(POLICE SIRENS
WAILING IN DISTANCE)
DOC: Fuck.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Come on, you motherfucker.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Can I help you?
What happened here?
Back to your room, now.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, you live here?
MAN: Yeah, you could say that.
What happened?
I hear some potato
murked them fools, man.
Had a girl with him too.
DOC: Is she alive?
She was walking.
DOC: Then what happened?
They got in their whip
and they went that way, dude.
What way's that?
Was it that way?
Right, that way.
What's that way?
The fucking sandbox,
homie. Mexico.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Mexico. Thanks man.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(SIGHS) Going to Mexico.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(IN SPANISH)
Fuck you, bitch.
LALO: (IN SPANISH)
LALO: (IN SPANISH)
(IN SPANISH)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
DOC: Where's my daughter?
She's fine.
Why don't you go get her.
We'll be on our way.
I'm sorry, but the deal
you made with my brother...
I cannot honor it.
I didn't make a deal...
with your brother.
He snatched my kid.
LALO: Look...
Doc...
I know you were there
when they executed Miguel.
I'm grateful for that, truly.
I've heard nothing
but good things
about you from him
and the people who work for me.
However...
my brother here...
who took your daughter...
has caused a bit
of a problem for me.
I guess...
he had you help him?
I cannot have any of this...
leading back to me
or my business.
I'm sorry.
What about my kid, man?
(CHUCKLES)
Pacho.
CUCO: Sit the fuck down.
(WHIMPERING)
It's okay, baby, it's okay.
DOC: Just be still.
CUCO: Let's go
for a little walk.
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
DOC: It's okay baby, it's okay.
You remember
when you were a little girl...
and the storms would come,
and I'd tell you
how to hide, you remember that?
CUCO: Shut the fuck up.
Let's do it right fucking here.
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
(PANTS)
CUCO: I'm sorry
it had to happen this way.
Little Dixie.
Oh, I'm gonna fucking miss you.
(SOBS)
Shh.
(SOBS)
Now get on your fucking knees.
(SOBS)
Pacho.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I thought
you were a bad motherfucker.
Just some old man. (LAUGHS)
(SOBS)
Pacho, sit him up, sit him up.
(PACHO GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(CHOKES)
(GRUNTS)
Okay, it's okay, baby.
Come with me. Come on.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Shh. Shh.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUARD GRUNTS)
(BLADE SLASHES)
(GUARD GROANS)
Shh.
You stay close to me.
You stay close.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(TOILET FLUSHES)
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
Come on.
(NELL SOBS)
DOC: Shh.
Take this. Take this.
Look at me,
you use it if you have to. Okay?
Shh, stay here.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(MAN SCREAMS)
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
That you were gonna come
into my country...
that you were gonna
come into my house...
and make me look like a fool?
Where's my brother?
In the field.
(GUN SHOTS)
(SOBS)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Okay.
(NELL SOBS)
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
How you feeling, kiddo?
I'm okay.
Yeah?
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Do you know
where I wanted to go on my trip?
Where?
Mexico. (CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
No more Mexico. (CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES)
We'll go somewhere else
next time.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
You have
your mother's sense of humor.
I called her...
told her you're okay.
I love you, Dad.
I missed you.
I love you too, baby.
(SIGHS)
What are we doing?
I need to make one last stop.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
DOC: There you go, pal.
It's the best I could do.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)