El Coyote (2019) - full transcript

The Italian mob descends on the Mexico border, to take on the most powerful cartel in America. Spencer ex mobster in witness protection battles the cartel who captured his son. His mob buddies come to Arizona to help him handle the cartel.

(bell chiming)

(western guitar melody)

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(wind howling)

(suspenseful atmosphere music)


(speaking in foreign language)

- [Mannie] They're
shooting, homie!


- [Shooter] New plan
today, motherfucker!

Get him, esse!

Get him!

- [Mannie] I'm trying to drive!

- Then drive the car!

(speaking in foreign language)


You're dead, bitch!

(shouting in foreign language)

- [Shooter] Fuck
Mannie, what the hell

did we get ourselves into, esse?


(music intensifying)


- Get them!

Don't let them get away, go!

- You're dead, cabron!


- Put it down!

Put it down, motherfucker!

Put it down!

- Freeze, motherfucker!

- Over there!

Right there!

(ominous atmosphere music)

- Tough guy huh?

Fuck you looking at?



Fuck you gonna do?


Get down on your fucking knees.

Get your fucking hands off me.

- You're one dirty (mumbles).

- [Gangster] Don't
fucking touch me.

- We fucking trusted
you, asshole.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Where did you think
you were gonna go?


Did I fucking say to shoot?

- No.

- Did I fucking tell you?

- No.

- Dumb fuck.


Yeah, fucking shake.

Fucking shake!

(mock quivering)

You afraid?

- Si.

- You should be
fucking scared, bitch.

The fuck you think?

You were gonna get away with it?

(mock quivering)

What are you gonna do?

Fucking leave with my missile?

And fucking take off?

(speaking in foreign language)

- I don't give a fuck.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You should've
thought of that huh?

(speaking in foreign language)

- A lady?

- Si.

- A mujer?

- Si.

- I'll take care of
your fucking lady.


(praying in foreign language)

Adios, motherfucker!

(blood splattering)

(dramatic orchestra music)

(plane whirring)

(dramatic atmosphere music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Just you.

- What we got?

- We've had eyes
on two small groups

of illegals who crossed at 0500.

Bennet and Lambert
took Macintosh to
get the first group.

Orders came in to stand
down on this one though.

- Why?

Civilian paramilitary?

- No, not this time.

There's growing
movement on Mexicans

jacking their own people
after they've crossed.

Squeezing them for
all they've saved,

which is all they've got.

- Rolling over on
their own people.

How noble.

- They force the men
to work or kill them.

Rape and traffic the women.

- They keep this up and
you'll be out of a job.

Won't even need a damn wall.

- Without their parents,
the youngest kids

are gonna die in the desert.

- Not today.

You and your team take the bait.

Me, Davis, and Busby, we'll
take the (mumbles) banditos.

No offense.


(shouting in foreign language)


(guns cocking)


- (laughs) Welcome to America.

Do you want to be next?

(guns cocking)

- Please run.

Come on.

Do it!

Now if any of you can
get me drunk enough

at this bachelor
party, I'll tell you

all about this
tight ass back here.

- [Officer] Sounds like you
know a thing or two about it.

- Bushman, I'm
talking about you.

- No way, none of you
bitches are even invited.

Especially not you, Bushman.


- Ambush, ambush!

(suspenseful atmosphere music)

- Jax, you all right?

- It's okay Pete.

I got you, you're good.

- Liddy.

- I'll tell her.

I'll tell her, I promise.

I need cover!


(menacing laugh)

- Poor thing.

- Come out, cabron!

Pinche puto!

(music intensifying)


Now quit wasting my
motherfucking time

and come out before
I shoot this one.

- Okay!


Okay, I'm coming out.

- I pictured you being taller.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Who the fuck am I?

Come here, Captain Jax.

I hope that within
time you will see me

as your worst
motherfucking nightmare.

(classical piano music)

- Mmmm.

- How are you folks
doing tonight?

You guys doing all right?

- We're doing fine, thank you.
- We're fine, thanks.

- You're welcome.

- Very nice chap.

- Go to Mexico.
- Amen.

- Damn tootin'.

- Francesco, let's go!

Today, while we're still alive!

- More minestrone, por favor.

We can't get enough over here.

Oh my god.

- Do the thing.

(speaking in foreign language)

- That's what I'm talking about.

Right there, Francesco,
is the reason

why you're my favorite nephew.

This place could
be yours someday.

- That'll be really fun.

- Let's go do this thing huh?

(speaking in foreign language)

(foreign opera music)

- Nice to see you again.

- Good to see you.

- Hey, how are you?

Good to see you.

Young man, nice to see you.

Thank you so much
for coming out.

Hey, was I right
about the spinach?

Amazing huh?

Did I tell you or did I
frickin' tell you huh?

All right gentlemen.

You two, oh marone huh?

Enjoying dinner?

What's happening?

All right good, you old
people, how are you?

What's happening?

Hey little one, how are you?

- How you doing?

- I'm doing fine,
I'm doing fine.


Hey, so how you doing again?

Nice to see you.

Been a long time.

Hey how are you Jill, all right?

Thank you for coming.

It's the family huh?

Looks like a wedding.

Tony, you did a
good thing today.

Great service.

Good lord man, take
your bride home already.


You're a lucky fella.

Bada bing bada boom,
you know what I mean?

You, you could put an eye
out with those things.

- Bad boy.

- There's so much
wood under this table

the fire department's
gonna shut me down.

You know what I mean?

Holy cow.

I gotta get out of here,
can I take her with me?

I'm just kidding, I gotta go.

See you later.

Thanks everybody.


(ominous atmosphere music)

- Where's Davis?

- Agent Davis?

Mr. Davis is having fun
with some of my friends.

- What do you want from us?

- You see, you and
your friend have made

quite an impression in
protecting the border.

The few.

The proud.

And it is true that
there are few of you now.

I am so proud of that.

Unfortunately, you have made it

very challenging
for me and friends.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Matutero.

- Oh, you know about us?

I am so flattered.

(whip cracking)

(man screaming)


Do you hear that?

Sounds like they're
having a lot of fun.

Fuck this.

Let's cut to the chase.

You're gonna make some calls.

And making everything
back to normal.

Nothing personal.

It's just business.

- Fuck you!

- Fuck me?

Fuck me!

- I'm not scared to die.

- Maybe not.

But what about sweet Carmen?

Or maybe Sophia?

Maybe they are.

You ever think about that?


Don't fuck with me.

That's okay.

You have it your way.


- Wait!

I might know someone.

- Oh good.

I thought you would.

- Look at you.

- Mom, stop.

- It is going by too fast.

- You think he'll like it?

- Mmmhm.

I do.

I do.

Maybe a little too much.

(doorbell ringing)

Go have fun.

(gentle piano atmosphere music)


- How you doing?

- For me?

- Honey, you look beautiful.

- Daddy.

- There's something
I wanted to tell you.


- Knocky knock knock!

'Sup people?

Scoot over there, Pops.

- Hi Tanner.

- Beep beep, coming through.

This bud's for you.

- This is your date?


- Yeah daddy, let him in.

That's Tanner.

- Dude, what the heck?

I'm starving.

- Okay, you and I?

We're gonna go have
a walk, come on.

- Daddy, be nice.

- Sorry, I kinda
munched on it a little.


- Hey, hey!

- Son, I need you
to put the bong down

long enough to
understand something.

There's nothing more important

in my life than that
little girl up there.

I don't know if she
lost a bet or what.

But we both know that
she's out of your league.

And I wanna make sure
that we both understand

that I would do
anything to protect her.


And if anything bad
would happen to her,

I feel sorry for those guys.

- Whoa.

Nice wheels.

- Yeah, well thanks.

You know, these
trunks aren't bad.

- Dude.

- So you know, you
could put two people

in that trunk, it's so big.

So what were we talking about?

- That I need to have your
daughter home very early.

- Now that's a great idea.

You know Tucker, you're
really starting to grow on me.

- It's Tanner.

- Yeah, whatever.

Beat it.

Nice talk.

- You said 50 bucks!

- Oh yeah, my bad.


You want me to take you to...

Yeah, whatever.

(car revving)

(phone ringing)

Go for Spencer.

- [Gangster] Listen up, payaso.

- Who is this?

- [Gangster] I work for
the Matutero Cartel.

- How'd you get my number?

- [Gangster] You need
to do a job for us.

We'll text you where.

- Yeah, I'll be there.

(ominous atmosphere music)

- You know that's
bad for you right?

- So is not returning
my phone calls.


- You think you're
the only politician

on our speed dial, huh puto?

- Hey man, lighten up.

You cartels are so uptight.

I came all the way down
here with the support

of those fine people
of the Sunshine State,

who send their
regards by the way,

and I'd hate to go
home empty handed.

It'd be like going to
Taco Bell in Tijuana.

That shit doesn't make
any sense, you know?

But I love what you've
done with the place.

Smells like shit though.

Smells like...

No wonder you wanna
get out of this place.

- I thought we were clear
on we're terms, Senator.

- Oh well.

I can always start doing
business with Lorenzo.

- What do you mean by that?

- Hey fuck you.

I need to renegotiate.

End of story.



Fuck you, pendejo.

Fuck you.

(distant clinking)

- (gasps) You!

- You scared me
half to death, man.

- Shit, I nearly shit
my pants, Uncle Stony.

What are you doing here?

- I came to get some things.

- You okay boss?

You seem kinda off.

- Yeah, I'll be okay though.

- Just wanna make
sure you're okay.

- Training boy, go home.

Spend some time with the family.

Make breakfast for the kids.

Best of all, make love to
your wife in the daytime.

Now get outta here.

- I just wanna make
sure you're okay.

- I'm okay, capiche?

Get outta here.

(tracker beeping)

(car horn blaring)

Pretty please, God, no!

No no!

(tires screeching)

The fuck?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry for leaving you.

I gotta go, I'm gonna
make this right.

- [Gangster] Mira.

Keep an eye out for him.

(Spanish rock music)

- Morning.

You got that kinda
flip-flopped there.

There you go.

"Thank you."

There you go, you're welcome.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Good talk there, Poncho.

I don't know what
they're paying you,

but it's too damn much.

(ominous atmosphere music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- So you are the cook.

- Chef.

Here's my card.

- Drink?

- I don't drink.

I like to cook.

- Power.

What's your power?

- I'm Italian.

- Make pasta not war?

- Kinda cute.

You know, it's like a tagline.

- What kind of name is Stone?

- Kids are mean.

Got teased when I was a kid.

You know, sticks and stones?

This one time I got
really pissed off.

I threw a rock at a shortstop.

Jose Rodriguez.

The name just kinda stuck.

Our coach saw that
I could throw hard

and moved me over to to pitcher.

No one's fucked
with me ever since.

No, that's not quite true.

I had a run in with a
guy at work 20 years ago.

By the name of
Guadeloupe Gonzalez.

I guess I don't get
along with Mexicans.


You should've been a therapist.

I haven't opened up
like this in years.

Feels good.

So what are we doing here?

- It appears we've made
some kind of mistake.

- Mistake?

- You see, I need someone
with special skills.

Not some old pasta cook.


- Look, I might be a little
bit old, but I'm your guy.

I can get shit done.

- You know why you're here?

- Enlighten me.

- We blew our cover
and we need your help.

- Again?

- We'll owe you.

I'll owe you.

- You still owe me
for the last two hits

I did for you and your guys.

- We need you to do the
Italian thing again.

- It's what I do.

I don't know.

- Come on, we're friends.

- If I do this, it's
for the last time.

- Last time.


- What's the mark?

(speaking in foreign language)


- Escuchame.

I have a very important
present coming from Cuba.

We need someone to make
sure it arrives safely.

It is fragile.

And I don't like my presents
being tampered with or opened.

Especially before I do.

Spoils the surprise.

- Why me?

- It appears I have
something you want

in exchange for
something that I want.

It's the world's oldest
business transaction.

- What?

You wanna blow me?

Come on, man.

- It's a trade.

Nothing personal.

Just business.

But make no mistake,
senorita Spencer.

I am very committed
to my business.

And no one, especially some old

pasta cook, is gonna stop me.

- How do I know
he's still alive?

- You don't.

Actually I saw him today.

But I can't say he was
having his best day.


(speaking in foreign language)

- Hang in there, kid.

- Dad!

Don't do it!

They know about mom and--

- Dad?

You gotta be kidding me.

You're his fucking daddy?


This is fucking awesome.

- Yeah, you're right.

America's greatest dad.

Actually we haven't seen
each other in a while.

A long while.

- Look, I get no joy
from killing your son.

But I will if I have to.

Especially if you don't have
what I need in three days.

(speaking in foreign language)

(ominous atmosphere music)


- I'm gonna get you, buddy.

Just hang on.

- Mom.

- Yes baby girl?

- You think dad will
ever, you know...

- Come back?

Aren't you supposed
to be helping me?

Carmen honey, I don't know.

I don't know.

And you know, I gotta
tell you that things

are actually pretty
good right now.

Maybe we're better
off as friends.

Sweet girl, your dad is...

He's very hard to be
married to sometimes.

But I want you to know
that I love him very much.

- But I know that he loves you.

- He's married to
the restaurant.

And we don't do anything
exciting anymore.

You can set your
clock by the guy.

It's the same thing every day.

He's boring.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You will go with
my men to Mexico.

And (mumbles) a safe
passage across the border.


This is where the cargo
will load into the plane.

- A plane?

How am I supposed to
get a friggin' plane?

- You have connections.

Make it happen.


You will take the
first payment here.

What is that?

What are you doing
with your eyes?

Can you see or not?

- I can see fine.

- You can see fine?

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

You cannot fuck this up.

Can you see or not?

- I got it.

- Good.

You will continue with the
immigrants from Sonata.

Across the Arizona border.

Where you will deliver them
and take the second payment.

These passengers are
very important to me.

You screw this up, do me a favor

and just put a fucking
bullet in your head

and consider yourself dead.

(speaking in foreign language)

- I got it, El Chopo Whopo.

- Once I have confirmation,
your son will be released.

And you will never
hear from us again.

- And I'm supposed to take
your word as a Catholic?

- Mira, amigo.

We are just doing our jobs.

We are very alike, whether
you like it or not.

- Well to me it's gonna look
like I'm gonna throw in.

- [Player] Fuck you always
have to be the big baller?

- Because I think I
can beat you guys.


- [Player] Only thing
you beat me with is age.

- Come on guys, just
let him (mumbles).

- [Second Player]
Why you let him

punk you like that, Gordido?

- 'Cause he's my little baby.

(speaking in foreign language)


(ominous atmosphere music)

- I got you, buddy.

- Thank god you're here.


- Come on, man.

Let's get out of here.

(distant conversing)

- [Old Man] Taught me a
couple of things over here.

- Hey hey, let's just...

- [Old Man] All right.

I'm gonna make the bet.

(ominous atmosphere music)

- Who won?

That wasn't here.

Who fucking won?

- Jefecito, I watched
that fucker good.

I've been with you cinco anos.

- Por favor.

It won't happen again.

- Then who was sitting here?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Pablo.

- Pablo?

- [Old Man] Sir senor.

- Pablo.




But you never fucking
betray your friends.

Pinche pendejos.

- Vamanos!

Get these fuckers!


- Stay here.

- Jax!

- I'll be back for you.

Just trust me.

- Go.





- Jax.

You must have less faith
in your father than I do.


This is all your fault.


Put him in the freezer.

- Hey, it's just me.

I don't know if you got my text,

but she really likes
this Tanner kid.

So anyway, give me a
call if you're home.


(ominous atmosphere music)

- You make sure
that Spencer knows

you and I bumped
into each other.

(speaking in foreign language)

- What?

You never had skid marks before?

- Hey!


Mr. Spencer.

You know, when I was
a young boy, I lived

in the desert for many years
with my brothers in casas.

We would study los animales.

El Coyote.

El Coyote would look
out for his family.

He would fight to death
to protect his home.


You have a soft spot
for these people.

I can see.

El Coyote.

I can see you're a good man
and you don't belong here.

You see, in this
business you have

to learn to look the other way.


You'll get it.

It's time.

Take him.

- Move!

I can't drive this pinche truck.

- I'll drive it.


(phone ringing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- I'm hearing good things.

- Everything is on track.

There will be no more delays.

- There cannot.

I'm counting on you, Miguel.

- My family means
the world to me.

- Others have disappointed me.

They had to be put down.

But I see a bright
future for you.

- You will have your money.

Plus interest.

Just like I promised.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Let me know when
the delivery arrives.

- Mierda.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You gonna feed those people?

- Fuck those people!

- Hey, you feel them, gringo.

And if anyone escapes, you die.

- Where they gonna go, Vegas?


It's not much.

Pass it on to everyone.


Share as best you can.

I got another apple here.


- Back in the truck!


- Where's my phone?

- Tweedle Dee, dumb
and dumber, get up!

We're here!

(phone ringing)

(phone buzzing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Your short game sucks.

- Everything's on track.

There will be no more delays.

- You know, my mother
always used to say

never count your chickens
before they are hatched.

And you know, I never understood
what she meant by that.

Until I made the error
of employing you.

- It was never my intention
to cause any embarrassment.

My family means the world to me.

- Let me be very fucking clear.

You better come up with
that trigger, or I will be

forced to leave the runt
of the litter behind.

- You will have your money.

Plus interest, just
like I promised.

- You never write
a fucking check

that your ass cannot cash.

Three days and I cannot
protect you anymore.

Don't fucking forget
who you're talking to.

Three days!

And I can no longer protect you!

(shouting in foreign language)

(mumbling in foreign language)

- So fucking little.

- Harder to find you, my dear.

Look at what you've been
able to do with a little one.

Very impressive.

I think we're getting really
close to each other here.


- No.

No way.

- Ayudame, stop fucking around.

(ominous atmosphere music)

(suspenseful atmosphere music)

- The fuck?

- Hold it right there!

- Grenade, let's go!

Go, get them, come on!


- Hey, get over
here motherfucker!

Get over here!

Get over here!

Aw shit.


- Get down!

- Senior Jax.

I have good news for you.

Your dad.

The cook made his
first drop off.

Looks like I misjudged him.

- You...

Have no idea.

(clearing throat)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Put her in my car.


- I need you to survive.

I need you to take
care of your mommy.

And you gotta come
find me someday.

Do you promise?

- I promise.

(sirens wailing)

(speaking in foreign language)


- Evening fellas.

You look lost.

I don't see a Taco
Bell around here.

How about you let me see your
license and registration.

- Evening sir.

Is there a problem officer?

- Oh my god.

Oh my god, it's you!

You're the guy!

The guy from the movies!

Hey hey, what am I a clown?

I amuse you?

I make you laugh?

I'm here to amuse you?

Come on, you're the guy!

- (chuckles) I get
that all the time.

- Oh come on.

You gotta say that.

Oh god, what's that guy?

That actor off The Sopranos.

My wife's gonna kill me.

Hey, I'm Officer Bianci.

- Well Officer Bianci, it's
a pleasure and an honor

to have a fellow Italian
way the fuck out of here.

I was just telling my
Mexican jumping bean

bodyguards about
our food back home.

- Oof, marone.

Hey, tell me about it.

What I wouldn't give
for some of my grandma's

homemade ossobuco alla milanese.

- (chuckling) Wow, I just
think I creamed my jeans.


- That's great.

- Yeah, they don't get it.

They just don't get it.

Yeah, what a strange
country Mexico huh?

Am I right or am I right?

- Tell me about it.

- I told these guys that
Mexico couldn't have

an Olympic team because
all the swimmers,

jumpers, and runners
are already in the US.


- Hey that's great, man.

That's just great.

Hey listen, can I get a
quick picture with you?

- Yeah sure.

- All right, hey.

My wife, she's never
gonna believe this one.

All right.

(laughs) All right.

- I gotta go.

Gotta get to the set.

- Hey thanks a bunch, mate.

You really made my day.

Hey listen, I got one for you.

How do you stop a Mexican tank?

- Easy.

Shoot the three
guys out pushing it.


Later Officer.

- Hey great, man.

Hey, I'll see you.

- Fucking nuts,
pull out here guys.

Hey, what are you guys, camels?

Don't you ever pee?

Man I gotta use the restroom.

- Fuck.

(speaking in foreign language)

- No, no, number one.

No, not number one.

Number uno, number, how do
you say in Spanish, numero...

Shit man, I gotta take a shit!

- Cerote?

- Si.

- Aw shit!



Put the fucking briefcase down!

- This may be too
much information,

but I like to use wet wipes.

Take them with me everywhere.


You don't wipe a baby's ass
with toilet paper do you?

You should try it,
change your life.

(speaking in foreign language)

(store bell ringing)

Yo Lollypop, where's the john?

- The men's is out of order.

- I'll use the ladies room.

- You can't go in there.


Baby boomers.


- Excuse me?

I'd like to wash my hands.

- Beat it, please?

For the lollipops.


(speaking in foreign language)

- That's right, motherfucker.

- You did good.

You got a good head.

- What, you give good head?

Good to know.

- Oh si, si.

- Who is that?

- Hector.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Fuck.

Could you get any
brighter of a car?

Shit's fucking burning my eyes.

- What, you don't like it?

- No.

- Sorry.

- Get out of the car.

Get out of the fucking car.

- I was just kidding.

You guys are gonna have
a great Olympic team.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Work off some of that pasta!

Hurry up, don't
dent his Ferrari.

- Oh Jesus.

(speaking in foreign language)

- That's the third drop.

I wanna see my son.

- Wait.

Your blinkers, pendejo!

(car revving)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Okay.

- You have done very
well, my friend.

Come back and let's celebrate.



(mocking laugh)

- Puto!


- That's for being stupid.







(car revving)

(tense atmosphere music)

(tracker beeping)

What the fuck?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Whoa!

You fucking stink.

That's a crazy infection.

You're gonna have a hard time
getting laid around here.

And if I feel like
you, I would wanna die.


Are you waiting for daddy?

Is that what it is?

'Cause see, I have bad news.

He's not coming.

You see, he fucked up.

So we have to take him down.

- Just do it.

- You have suffered too much.

Now you die.

- Stop stop stop stop
stop, don't kill him!

We may still need him alive!

- What are you talking about?

You don't fucking come in
here talking to me like that!

You wanna die too, huh?

- His dad.

I knew I recognized him, but
I just couldn't place it.

He's The Butcher.

He's part of the Cuban Kills.

Responsible for the
Madrid Massacre.


He's in witness protection.

He's connected.

- No.

He's fucking dead.

- Are you absolutely sure?

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Miguel] Lock him up.

- When my dad gets home, you
guys are in so much shit.

- He's not answering the phone.

- Find me Diego.

Come on!

- He's off grid.

- What about Carlos?

- So is he.

- Fuck.

- It's daddy.

Are you okay?

- Daddy?

Yeah, yeah, we're at
the cabin, we're fine.

Uncle G's--

- Where are you?

What is going on?

I can't get a hold of Jax.

- They took him.

- Who took him?

- Some very bad people.

- What?


What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

- Who took him?

Where's Jax?

- I'm going to get our son back.

- You?

- Yeah, I'm going
to get him now.

- Wait, you're
gonna get him back?

Oh my god.


What are you thinking?

What are you thinking?


- A long time ago,
before you and me,

let's just say things
were very different.

- What are you talking about?

I know everything.

- You need to calm down.

You don't know everything.

- You're gonna bring him home?

- [Stone] Yes.

- Do you promise?

- Yes, I promise you.

And you know how I
am with promises.

- Freely.

- I know baby.

I'm gonna figure this out.

It's all connected somehow.

I gotta go honey.

Stay there and wait
for us to come home.

- Are you gonna come home?

- Daddy's coming home?

(phone ringing)

- I wanna come home.

I wanna be a family again.

- I want you to be careful.

I love you.

Hey, I love you.

- I love you too, baby.

- Bye.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's gonna be fine.

Everything's fine.

(ominous atmosphere music)

- Baby, you were
amazing upstairs.

(phone buzzing)

- Working late?

- You better be butt dialing me.

- I missed you too.

Glad to hear your voice.

Can't believe you still
have the same number.

- I keep meaning to
change it, you know?

I thought we had
an understanding.

- Yup, so you must understand

the extreme position
I find myself in,

Mr. Senator, to be
making this call.

- What do you need Tony?

- It's Spencer, remember?

I think you even named me.

- What do you need?

- I need for our
government to protect

my son who has been held hostage

and is a punching bag
to the Matutero Cartel.

I think I saw something.

- What?

You saw what?

- Don't know.

Military grade weapons.


You knew about that.

- I really wish
there was something

I could do for Jax, but--

- Come on Ben, we go
back, we go way back.

You used to wet the bed when
you'd come over at night.

"Benny the Bedwetter."

I punched that kid in the face.

That maimed you.

I broke your nose.

We were tight.

Come on, I'm in a jam with Jax.

You were even at the
Christening when he was born.

- That was a long time ago.

A long time ago.

My hands are tied now.

It's complicated.

I'm retiring.

And I really wish there
was something I could do.

- So that bullet at the
restaurant was for me?

- Don't ever call here again.

- Enjoy your
retirement, Senator.

Although I hear it's tough

looking over your
shoulder all the time.

- Hey, did you just threaten me?

- Oh I most certainly did.

I'm coming for you, you
worthless piece of shit!

You have my word on that!

- Tony, I was, Tony?



Fuck him.

(ominous atmosphere music)

(phone ringing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Stone] Oh did you miss me?

- Mr. Spencer.

Or is it Antonio Bandez today?


I guess you were
quite the cook, no?

- Yup.

I do like to cook.

I saw it.

- You saw what?

- The weapons.

I saw them.

- Go on.

- I'm going to make one offer.

Exchange me for Jax.

- And why would I do that?

- I'll come right now.

We'll do the
exchange, me for Jax,

bada bing bada boom.

It's a done deal.

- Okay.


I'm gonna have my best
snipers on your son's head.

Just in case things
don't go as planned.

How does that sound?

- I made a promise.

And I always keep my promises.

All I want is my son.

And I'm on my way.

- Oh I can't wait.


Go get him.


- We should have heard
something by now.

- We will.

Try to be patient and relax.

- I don't see why I
can't text anybody.

- Would you stop it?

We are all doing the
best we can here.

- Can we please just go home?

I'm going crazy here.

- You're impossible.

- Relax, honey.

Everything will be all right.

- What was my dad like?

When he was younger.

- A real spitfire.

Always has been.

Your mom had a way of
calming him down though.

Never seen a man so in love.

- How come he and Jax
don't talk anymore?

- You'd have to ask
your mom about that.

Your father is...


He's been through a lot.

Your dad's a good man though.

And he loves you very much.

(tense atmosphere music)

(phone ringing)

- Hola amigo.

I'm running out of
fucking patience.

Do I have your attention now?

(speaking in foreign language)



I told you not to fuck
with me, pinche pendejo!


(suspenseful atmosphere music)

(phone ringing)

- Hey.

I need to talk to
you about something.

- What have you done?

Answer me!

- What's the big deal?

- What's the big deal?

I told you your dad
and Jax are in trouble!

I told you to stay
off social media!

- How long are we gonna
keep on hiding up here?

- Sit down!

- I'm going crazy.

When are they coming back?

- What's going on,
what's going on?

- Probably nothing.

Don't worry.

- Come here, right here.

- Oh it's done.

- You're done!

- What?

- 14 containers left Guatemala.

13 were delivered
to the compound.

You do the fucking math!

- I don't understand.

How can this be?

- What it means, mi sobrino,
is that you're in trouble.

Very huge trouble.

I believe that you have awoken

a sleeping giant in
this "Butcher" Antonio.

I'm told that you brought him

to the front door
of our operation.

This is the last time you
bring shame to my family!

I'm sending Noah in to
clean up your fucking mess!

Pinche puto!

- Mateo.

Fucking traitor.

You fucking traitor!

After all I fucking did for you!

You motherfucker!

Now you fucking die!

(classical Italian
atmosphere music)

- Nice watch.

- Nice ass.

I'd like to put a salad
forK on that (mumbles).

- [Salvie] Hey, minga.

Marone, what
happened to his hair?

- No parent should
ever bury a child.

Josephine, she's
broken up, she can't...

She wants me to give you this.

Hey, come on.

This is my sister's son.

What am I gonna do
with this clown?


She wanted me to give you these.

Your grandmother prayed
every day with them.

May it bring you good fortune.

You're gonna be okay.

We're here for you.


- Thanks for coming, all of you.

Means a lot to me.

- What are you
talking about Anthony?

You're still funny.

Tua famiglia, huh?

All right, come on, enough
with the hearts and flowers.

Let's go wack these
wetback cocksuckers.

Come on.

- Let's wack these
pricks out, let's get it.

- I'm hungry.

Can we get something
to eat first?

(family squabbling)

(jazzy saxophone music)

- Wow.

You are all grown up.

Very nice.

- At least one of us has.

- Look, I have
everything under control.

And I told your papa.

- Well apparently you
weren't convincing enough.

And despite my
reservations, my grandfather

has invested heavily
in this operation.

But from here on out, there
will be no more mistakes.

- Mirame.

I told them everything was fine.

But you.

This is no place for women.


- Si.

But I think I can handle myself.

- Muy bien.

- Nice to see you too, cousin.

("Ave Maria" piano melody)

- Tastes better
than it looks too.

- It's good.

- Okay okay, that should do it.

- What the hell?

Ain't we gonna say grace?

- Fuck grace and the
horse she came in on.


Anthony, you outdid yourself.

You're like the Sicilian
Julia Child, marone.

- I love to cook.

It relaxes me.

Everybody eat, mangia
mangia, come on.

- Anthony, you embarrass us.

When we're done
eating, what do you do?

You turn the vacuum cleaner
on and you do the dishes?

Is that it, huh?


- I think I just came in
my pants, I'm telling you.

If I could cook like this,

I wouldn't have to
pay for pussy anymore.


- He's never had to
pay for pussy once.

Not once.

- [Rocco] That true?

- Yeah, never.


- Broads probably pay him.

Look at him, he's cut from
Michelangelo, you lucky prick.

- It's a curse.

- Hold up, hold up.

Everybody stop!

The sauce needs something.

- Oh Christ, I
thought I was gonna

have another heart
attack over here.

- [Rocco] Which one is that?

- Who the fuck counts?

My doctor told me I'm
gluten intolerant.

He told me have soy and
tofu, shit like that.

- Here's oregano.

- I told him Doc, go
back to fucking Pakistan.

Wherever you're from.

- Amen to that.

I don't know what
the fuck gluten is,

but I definitely know I like it.

- What is this, The
Last Supper over here?

- I hope not.

At least we all die happy.

- Nectar from the gods.


(clinging glass)

- I wanna propose a toast.

To our dear friend
and brother Anthony.

Through the years when
our so called "friends"

disappointed us, you
were here for our family.

You are a man of dignity,
honor, and respect.

And I vow, with my dying
breath, that I will bring

to justice those that
have taken your son.

And there's no
place I'd rather be

than right here with you.

Except maybe 25 years ago

when we had that
threesome in Vegas.


- You know, I haven't
always been that guy.

I let my temper get in the way

of my life and fuck things up.

But there's one thing
my pops, Big Tony,

God rest his soul,
shoved down my throat.

I wish he was here with us.

My word.

And my word is my bond.

And I promised Sophie yesterday

that I would get our son back.

I gave her my word.

I'm beyond thankful
to have you guys

here with me, when
all the others bailed,

on my promise to
bring back my son.

To Jax.

- [Family] To Jax!

- [Don] May he live forever.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Who loves ya, baby?


- I miss you so much.

- Which is totally half
as much as I miss you.

- This place is so lame.

I wish you could come get me.

(ominous atmosphere music)

- Carmen's not in her room.

Follow me.

- I'm just a hop, skip,
and an Uber away, my love.

Or I can rock my skateboard
all the way out there.


Carmen, do you have me?



- Oh my god!

It's okay.

You're okay, you're okay.

We're okay.

It'll be okay.


(phone ringing)

- It's Tony.

I'm here for my son.

I'm going to take him home
today or I'll die trying.

- Okay.

I see.

But we tried that yesterday.

And from what I remember,
it didn't work out for you.

- It's a new day.

- Muy bien.

I was wondering if
you would call me.

Quite frankly, I was
beginning to worry about you.

- You should be worried.

Very worried.

I'm coming for you.

You have my word on
that as a Catholic.

- Oh I see.

So you're gonna take
down this whole compound.

You're gonna take down this
whole compound by yourself!

Is that what you're telling me?


- Nah.

Brought a few of the old buddies

from the neighborhood with me.

Now it's personal.

- Vamanos!

(tense atmosphere music)

- Rocco!

Rocco, come here.

Come get us when it's finished.

- [Rocco] We got you, boss.

- Salvie, go wait in the car.

Jesus, it's hot out here.

You're killing me.

- Let's go wack
these cocksuckers.

- All right.

Come on, I wanna
talk to you guys.

I just wanna thank you
guys for coming out here.

It means a lot to me.

And I just wanted to say--

- Sorry I'm late.

Heard about the big fight.

- Where?

- It was on Twitter.

No, it was on fucking Facebook.

No, never mind, I
can't quite remember.

I was pretty drunk.

Anyway, fuck it.

I'm not Italian, but I'm trying.

I just love your food.

And you bet your fucking ass

I'm ready to blow shit up.

- Where'd he come from?


(clearing throat)

Martin Luther King Jr
said it's not where a man

stands in a moment of
comfort and confidence.

But it's where a man stands--


What the fuck?


(epic action music)




- Who in their right fucking
mind would wanna live out here?

- Nah, it's okay out here.

You gotta come out
for the six months.

- If you're a camel maybe.

- Not a camel, you gotta
put up with that bullshit

back east with the
snow and the rain.

- Yeah, but come on.
- This is nice out.


- Sniper!

Watch the roof!


(music intensifying)

- Fuck that.


- Anyway, you see
Jeopardy last night?

- I saw Jeopardy.

- You watch fucking Jeopardy?

- Yeah, I watched
Jeopardy, yeah yeah.

- I couldn't believe
a schoolteacher,

she couldn't answer
a simple question.

The seven fucking
New England states.

- Can you name the seven
New England states?

- Of course I can name them.

- Well go ahead and name them.

You lost already.

- All right, well
give me a second.

Give me a second.


(epic action music)

- Fuck you!


- Come and get it, motherfucker!


- Fuck!

- You know what to do when
you hear a rattlesnake?

You see that?

- Yeah?

- You stand still,
you don't move.

I know you, you're gonna move.

- You don't know.

Oh look at this, how convenient.

- Take care of that, take care
of that, take care of that.


- (mumbles) you cocksucker.

- He down?

- Yeah, he's down for the count.

- He moving?

- What's taking these
other pricks so long?

(epic action music)


- Hola, mi amiga.


Hashtag Me Too.

Hashtag fuck you, bitch.

Tony, all clear!

(tense atmosphere music)


(neck snapping)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

He's gone.


Let him go.

Calm down, enough.

- Come on, Anthony.

- Come on, come on, let it go.

Let it go, come on.

- I just wanna see my boy.

- I know, I know, come on.

- I just wanna talk to my son.

- Come on come on come on.

- I didn't get a
chance to tell him.

- Come on come on.

Come on, we're done here.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

Listen to me.

Listen, he's gone all right?

You've been a good father.

You did the best
you could, okay?

- Where's Salvie?

He still there?

- Salvie didn't make it.

He's got cancer and this
is the way he wanted to go.

He didn't wanna die in a
hospital with tubes up his ass.

Look how beautiful all this is.

We made Salvie's day, all right?

We blew the shit out
of all these Mexicans.



Right fellas, didn't we?


Where you going?

Where you going?

- I gotta take care
of a few things.

- No no no no.

- I'll catch up
with you guys later.

- Rocco, go after
him, go after him.

- No no no no, it's okay.

I gotta take care
of some things.

Don't friggin' worry about it.

- All right, come here Rocco.

He's good.

Let him go, let him go.

(tense atmosphere music)

- Cocksucking senator.

Cheating on his wife?

I should kill that fucking slut.

- Here's to early retirement.

- Hell yeah.


- [Ben] God bless America.

- Die, motherfucker.

(dramatic atmosphere music)


It's open, come in!

You didn't have to knock,
this is still your home too.

- I never really
felt at home here.

Where's my package?

- Relax, Jax.

- Don't tell me to relax.

Try to order me around like
one of your fucking goons.

- Hey keep your tone done.

Respect me, I'm still
your frickin' father.

- Respect?

For you?

You kidding me?

- I know we don't
see eye to eye.

How about you do
you and I'll do me?

- Yeah.

God only knows what
you've done in your past.

I don't even wanna know.

Even though I have
access to your Triple I.

- What are you gonna
do, use that on me?

- I don't even know why I
pretend to care about you.

'Cause I don't.

I'm only here 'cause you and
mom are getting a divorce.

- Look, I still love her.

I just don't get along
with your mother.

- Don't give me that shit.

I'm just here to
pick up a package.

- I know you're not proud of me,

but believe it or
not, I'm proud of you.

- You got nothing
to be proud of.

We deserve better,
mom deserves better.

I honestly hope...

That this is the last
time I ever see you.

- Yeah, I don't think so.

Kids today.

(dramatic piano music)

- And so it is
appropriate that we are

gathered here today for
the celebration of life.

For Jax so dearly
loved the desert.

And as Jax moves on, it
is we who are left behind.

We are the unfortunate ones.

Let us celebrate each day.

And each other.

For we will all be met again.

My sincerest condolences.

(epic orchestra music)