El Repatriado (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
PREVIOUSLY
- Mom! Dad!
- My story isn't easy to tell.
I had a perfect life,
but, without understanding why,
I went from being a boxer in Los Angeles…
- You are now under arrest.
- This is a mistake.
… to being a lost gringo.
- Mexico City? How? Why?
- He says he's from Hawaii.
He's here just to ask
for your help with English.
I thought he was a burglar.
We're going to fight,
but you're going to let me win.
Don't touch me!
Come on.
I don't know, Jenny.
But there has to be something we can do
to legalize Lionel's status at once.
But in the proper way.
Yes. Calm down.
Calm down.
Look.
I can't promise you anything.
But just in case,
you should talk to the boy.
I understand.
REPATRIATED
Put something on.
I don't want my sister to see you, okay?
She still has some doubts about you
and, well, to be honest,
I wouldn't know how to explain this to her
because I don't really
understand it myself.
- Miss Meche...
- No, hold on.
First, I just want to say thank you
for what you did with Trejo.
- Wait...
- And don't...
Just let me say this, okay?
This isn't easy for me.
I'm a very proud person.
I admit it.
- Please, it's...
- And I... Shh.
Please… …don't interrupt me.
Let me finish.
- The only thing that I... Shh!
- Stop.
- My sister.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
Uh…
No, uh, me… …speak Spanish.
Doesn't, uh, understand, uh…
…you.
Me teacher… …bilingual…
…of English.
Me speak very well your idiom.
- You're a teacher. Oh, wow.
- Mm-hmm.
Finally. Okay, look.
Uh, I'm gonna try to explain.
- I... I really need help.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm... I'm going nuts. It's just...
- It's been crazy...
- Lent.
Lent?
Slow. Speak slow.
I don't understand your pronunciation.
Are you British?
Because I know English
from USA, not British.
Oh. Uh, no.
It... It's the same thing.
Hold on, hold on.
Let's take a step back.
Let's get on the same page because
otherwise this will get out of hand, okay?
Sit.
- Here?
- Sit.
Sit.
Okay.
First question.
What is your name?
Where are you from?
Do you like the chocolate?
My men are looking for her.
She hasn't left the neighborhood.
That dog and that rat are dead meat.
Dead meat.
Okay, but what did the kid do?
Let's see.
Is this good enough for you? Huh?
The kid hit a member of law enforcement,
and that means jail time.
- You know that, Mr. Chucho.
- Come on, Trejo. Cut the crap.
If he hit you,
he must have had his reasons.
No one just up and hits an officer
as dedicated and honorable as you
- for no reason.
- You stay out of this, you hear?
Otherwise I might just forget
you're in rehab for alcohol
and forget all about
the little agreement we had.
Your license to run
this little hole in the wall will expire.
And then what? Huh? Yeah, Chuchito.
We understand each other?
Come on!
- Keep looking for that rat!
- Yes, Captain.
Okay, you heard.
Come on.
You, go the other way.
BASED ON AN ORIGINAL IDEA
OF FERNANDO BARBOSA
Point is, they mistook you for an illegal
and deported you to Mexico.
Yeah, uh… …mistook…
…me, right?
Just before my fight,
uh, for the Gold Raider's belt.
I needed that to get to Vegas.
So, uh… …I wants, um, title…
…uh, Interclub.
- That's why I wanna go back home.
- And the problem is…
…you don't remember
the telephone to speak with your family.
- Yes. Thank you.
- Hmm?
Hey. Don't get any ideas.
- Don't be long hand.
- Don't wh-what?
Just watch where you put your hands.
But anyway,
your story's pretty hard to believe.
I mean, here we are in this day and age
with so much technology available to us,
and someone can't find a way
to get in touch with their family?
It's true. I can prove it.
I just, I... I need a computer.
- Do you have a computer?
- Yes. Of course.
And you're lucky I do,
because with the recession…
- Yeah, I can use it.
- I'll get it.
Look at him. Okay, the fight is starting,
the punching has begun. And Gordo...
Who told you you could be out here
for so long, huh?
Oh, jeez. Since when
do I have to ask you for permission?
- You're not my mom.
- Hello, you work here.
And if you don't like it, you can go back
where you came from,
and the sooner the better, okay?
You're not here to have fun.
You're here to mop.
I wasn't born to mop.
- Um, try taking a look in the mirror.
- Go look at yourself in the mirror.
Don't you talk to me
like that, young lady.
You think you and I are equals?
Watch it. I'll bust your lip.
No, of course we're not equals.
I'm indigenous,
- but I'm one of the fancy ones.
- Good grief.
Just...
Okay, just let me finish editing my video
and then I'll mop
whatever you want me to right away.
No, no, no.
First mop, then you can do what you want.
Don't make me stop
when I'm so close to finishing.
You know how unfair that is.
Besides, it can only help you.
ORIGINAL DVD'S
My movies do better
than a lot of our American movies.
Bar Fight,
with more than 100 sold so far this year,
or Revenge of the Supermarket Cockroaches,
or the best-selling Carroña
and the Firing Squad, totally uncensored.
Just four months
and all the copies have sold out.
Come on. Just give me five minutes.
I just want to finish
uploading the trailer
so people will watch it when it comes out.
It's a marketing strategy.
Five minutes and not a minute more, okay?
MOVIES
10 PESOS DVD - 15 PESOS BLUE RAY
Okay. Let's do this.
Uh, gold…
What? Why?
Okay, good. Yeah, uh, I need a phone.
- Your... Your... Yeah.
- My cell phone.
Okay. Thanks.
Hi. Thanks for calling
to Central Pizza. How can I help you?
What?
What's happen?
Now I'm gonna check my email.
No.
What?
Face Blog - Log In
Come on. Man.
It's like all my social media
has been erased. It...
My... My email, everything.
Okay.
Okay, listen. Um, I need to use,
uh, your... your account.
- Uh, yours account.
- It's the fastest way.
- Oh, my Face.
- Yeah, that'd be good.
- Okay. Sure.
- Let's do it.
- Yeah. Perfect. Martin has Face.
- There you go.
Who is Martin?
Martin Clifford.
He's my best friend.
If you say the true,
you go to the… …embassy.
Embassy.
- Yeah. Let's go.
- Hey! But now is closed.
Now is closed.
Yeah. It is. All right.
Is night.
So, um…
Okay.
You can sleep here, in the floor.
Okay. Yeah.
But tomorrow you have to go
very, very morning. Okay?
- Yeah. Thanks.
- Ah.
I don't want a long hand in my bed.
No.
Cement Fists
Cement Fists is dominating the fight,
landing punch after punch
and defending himself the best he can.
B. Johnson. Championship fight.
Here's the Mexican boxer
with a solid attack against his opponent.
He throws a powerful right jab
followed by a wicked left uppercut.
What a devastating knockout.
We have a new world champion.
The knockout of the century.
Hold on tight!
- Mom!
- Leonel!
- Mom.
- Mom!
Dad! Mom!
No, no.
Leonel!
What?
You were making a lot of noise.
I'm sorry.
- Nightmare?
- No. Uh,
I'm... I'm sorry.
Oh, wh-what time is it?
I have to get to the embassy.
Help me.
- How?
- I can't go wearing this.
Okay. Wait a minute.
Thanks.
- Let's go.
- No.
No one can know you were here.
Stay here. Wait.
Okay.
Mmm, what are you
going through my stuff for?
- Mmm...
- Well, I should say Pedro's stuff.
No… …I just...
I... I got really cold
and... and I couldn't find my pants.
Oh, that makes sense. I heard
your teeth chattering all night long.
- Or talking in your sleep is more like it.
- Who, me?
Yes, you.
You must have been having nightmares
because I'd swear I heard you moaning.
Moaning? Gosh, no. Of course not, sis.
Look. Just go back to bed
and sleep a little longer.
I'm gonna do the same, okay? Just rest.
Come on. Tell me what you were
dreaming about, you naughty girl.
I didn't dream about anything.
Oh, come on. I heard you.
Don't be shy with me.
I didn't have any dreams. I'm not shy.
I just didn't have any dreams. I swear.
Miss Meche.
Who is it?
- It's us. Kevin.
- And Iker.
- Could you get the door, please?
- Are you crazy?
I don't like people to see me like this.
Let me change in your room.
- No! No.
- Oh, come on.
Why don't you want me in your room?
You hiding something? Or someone?
Don't tell me
you have some guy in there, Meche.
- Just open it.
- Really?
Just do it. We're in a rush. Do it.
- Finally.
- Oh, no.
- Miss Meche? Sorry, Miss Meche.
- Oh, sorry, sorry.
Sorry to barge in like this,
but there's an emergency.
Yeah,
we can't find Leonel anywhere.
And we're getting super worried.
We could hardly sleep.
- Oh, no. What was that?
- What was that?
It... It must have been the cat.
- Oh.
- Okay.
Mercedes, we don't have a cat.
Someone must be in the house then.
- Oh, my God.
- Wait, hold on.
No, just calm down. No one's in the house.
It could be dangerous, Miss Meche.
- It's fine, okay?
- Okay. One, two, three.
Game over, man!
What are you doing here?
We've been looking all over for you.
So this must be that cat
you were talking about.
It's not what it looks like.
I can explain.
Yes.
I can explain everything, I swear.
I knew you'd…
…fallen under his spell.
- Are you crazy? What spell? It's...
- Hello.
Shh.
Can I help you, Captain?
Miss Meche, I recommend
not leaving your door wide open.
There are some real troublemakers
around here.
I know. I'm not blind.
I'd laugh if I weren't so congested.
Which reminds me,
you haven't seen the lowlife
who messed up my nose, have you?
No. I haven't seen him.
Ah.
Look, Miss Meche.
I know full well he left with you.
And you know something?
I'm not in the mood today
to have my time wasted.
You understand me, right?
So, I'm warning you...
You're in no position
to warn me of anything.
Raising a hand to a woman is a crime.
Did you know that? Of course you did.
- It's, like, your full-time job.
- Uh...
So you tell me, Captain.
How should we proceed? Hmm?
Um…
What?
It was Trejo. You have to
go to the embassy right now, okay?
You two go with him, okay? Yadi,
bring me some of Pedro's clothes, please.
- Okay.
- And, um, you...
You get dressed. Make yourself decent.
"Viste" what?
- Come on.
- Oh, man. It itches.
- This goes here? Like this?
- Fix that.
- Like this?
- Yeah, raise it up.
- You have to get it just right.
- And this?
- It goes inside.
- Got it.
You hit the jackpot
with these clothes, Yadi.
We cleaned up pretty nice
for a couple of ragamuffins, huh?
- Yeah, very handsome.
- Yeah.
Hmm?
Hey, this is important.
Be very careful around Trejo, okay?
He's looking for him, same as Gordo.
So go straight to the embassy.
Please, no other stops.
- Okay, Miss Meche. Don't worry.
- Okay.
Uh…
…Be care. Okay?
Thank you for, you know…
…hitting Trejo.
- Yeah, no, hey.
- Thanks…
…uh, you know, for, uh…
…taking care me…
…from Trejo.
You're welcome. Mmm…
…I esper your life be good
in America when you go again there.
I hope you win in Vegas.
- Come on.
- Let's go, dude. Come on. Let's go.
- Thanks, Miss Meche.
- See you later.
- Okay. Uh, thanks.
- Uh…
Goodbye.
Yeah, goodbye. Yeah.
Nice to meet you, Leonel.
Aw. Looks like we're
gonna have to get you a visa.
- The coast is clear to the left.
- Come on.
- No one here.
- We're good on the right.
- You checked?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Come on, let's go.
- Thank you.
Uh, I... I know this is gonna sound crazy,
but I think I'm gonna miss you guys.
No, dude.
Miss Meche's the one you're gonna miss.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. I mean,
I'm gonna miss her too.
Look.
I already told you, it's Miss Meche.
Not Miss Hertoo, not Miss Yu.
Miss Meche's her name.
Hey.
What's going on? Your dad told me
you're not answering the phone.
- He's worried.
- I'm celebrating.
It's 9:00 in the morning.
What are you celebrating?
That I have no strings on me
'cause Lionel's gone.
All right.
- Do you wanna come inside?
- Sure, let's...
Come on.
Um, uh, wait one second.
I don't wanna wait.
I'm not getting any younger.
Just one second. Just one second.
Oh, my God.
Finally.
- No way. It's so tall.
- What?
Come on.
- This here place is huge.
- No way, bro. This place is huge.
Okay. Yeah.
Sir, you have to wait your turn.
Uh, no, look. Uh…
…I, um, has to enter.
If you have questions, you can call
the American Embassy's 1-800 number.
Come on, look.
It's an emergency, okay?
- I'm an American. Yeah, I need your help.
- Are you really a gringo?
- Yeah, he's American.
- Yeah, American citizen.
- I'll take it from here.
- Okay.
- Oh, hi.
- Hello. Can I help you?
Yes, yes. Thank you so much.
I really need your help. Look, it's crazy.
I don't know how I got to Mexico City,
but I have to go back home.
I'm from California.
Okay. Well, please follow me.
Oh, okay. Thanks. Uh…
El Kevin, thank you, guys,
so much for everything.
Uh… … you and you, good.
Uh, good, uh, friends?
- You're a good friend too, Leonel.
- Yeah.
Dang, bro. I'm no good at goodbyes,
but I hope it all works out for you, bro.
Okay, guys.
- Bye.
- Let's go.
Dang, bro. He was cool.
Now what do we do?
Should we wait for him?
So your name is Lionel Queen?
Yeah. Uh, no.
I... I mean, it's the name I use.
I'm Lionel Reina.
My dad's from Mexico,
but my mom's from California.
Like you. You were born there too?
Look, I'm an American citizen.
I have rights.
I'm asking you to help me
go back to my country,
- so please do your job, officer...
- Hey!
You might be an American citizen,
but you don't talk to me like that.
I'm a Mexican citizen. I'm an officer.
So please just have some respect.
- I'm sorry.
- It's just… …I'm desperate.
No way.
Look at all those people.
Iker Narra fights 5,430 views
- Mom, look. It's Iker.
- No, I don't think so.
Yes, it is Iker. Yes, it's Iker!
- Hey, who's that guy?
- Iker. You haven't heard of him?
- The one with the boxing music video.
- Hey.
You're Iker, right?
Well, what can I say?
It all depends on who's asking.
If I owe you money, then I'm not your guy.
If you want to give me something,
then yes.
Definitely!
Can you take a picture of us? Come on.
Come on, sweetie. Come on.
For your dad. Let's go, let's go.
- Oh, thank you.
- So nice of you!
Oh, thank you so much.
It's so nice to meet you.
- A real pleasure. So cool.
- Bye.
What was all that about?
No idea.
What's going on, Iker? What was that?
No, um... Um, I don't know.
I've told you,
you can't trust everyone you meet.
You have to watch your back.
What was I supposed to do?
They started talking to me.
They started talking and you ended up
letting them take your picture.
- Sir, come with me, please.
- But I didn't do anything.
- They started talking to me...
- Where are you taking him?
It's 988…
Six…
There's definitely a three, and...
Lionel, honey.
We won't be using insurance today.
- Okay.
- I plan on paying in cash.
- What else?
- 401.
Again, this is not
your Social Security number.
- Yes, it is.
- Are you 92 years old? Mrs. Helen Murphy?
What?
- Is your name Mrs. Helen Murphy?
- No.
Of course not,
because Helen Murphy's dead.
But that's my Social Security number.
Uh, I'm sure about that.
You really going to
keep wasting my time?
- Excuse me?
- We don't have anything better to do here?
- Something's happening...
- Okay, get up.
- Get up. Come on.
- Sir, please, let me explain.
- You get Spanish. You get English?
- No, sir, I need your help.
- I don't know what's... Something's wrong...
- Okay. Just get out of here.
- Please.
- Over there?
Please.
Please have a seat.
How'd you come up with this persona?
How about that outfit?
- And that name, "Iker." Of course.
- That's what they call me.
That's what people in my neighborhood
call me. Besides, I like to look nice.
I like it when people say,
"That guy looks great."
It's guys like you
who just brighten our day.
Look. I just want you to know that
I'm here to support you in any way I can.
But could we take a selfie first?
Would that be okay?
- Yeah, sure. Sure.
- Really? Great.
This is so exciting.
A selfie with Iker.
There we go!
Here, take one of these.
Huh? What's this for?
That's my card. Anything you need,
you just call me at that number.
Okay. Great. Cool.
Ah.
Bye.
Just tell me what I have to pay
- to get Iker out...
- Hey! Watch your tone, you hear?
I've been waiting forever
and you won't answer my questions.
- Why are you pushing him?
- Gosh!
- Damn it!
- What'd you do to my friend?
- Hey, keep an eye on those three.
- All right.
This is a stupid mistake!
Unbelievable.
I'm an American citizen!
What do you mean? I'm American.
My mom says you're illegal.
- What'd they do to you, bro?
- Let me go.
Stop, stop! Hey! Who are you guys?
Let me go!
Let's go!
Come on. Go! Come on.
- Hey!
- Let's go!
That was Diablo.
Calm down.
- Who are you guys?
- Chill, dude. Just chill.
Comfortable?
- Mr. Chucho!
- What's going on? What is it?
It's Leonel, Mr. Chucho.
- Who?
- The gringo. They got him.
What?
Oh, man.
Good evening, little Leonel.
This calls for a toast.
What is this?
You are in hell.
You're in hell.
Oh, hell.
Police station.
Yeah, you bet.
Let's see, gringo.
Things aren't looking so good for you.
For one, you hit a police captain.
Two, you messed with the toughest guy
in the neighborhood.
And to make matters worse,
you leave him looking like a panda?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. That's enough.
Let's have some fun
with little Leonel, shall we?
What should we start with,
little Leonel, huh?
Whoa, no.
Gordo, please. Stop.
No, no, Gor... Stop, stop. Please.
- Enough!
- Gordo!
- Let him go.
- Take it easy, Mr. Chucho.
We already told you
this has nothing to do with you.
- What do you want with him?
- I want to make you an offer.
Oh, yeah?
- Let's hear it.
- We're sitting on a gold mine here.
Those fists are worth a lot more
than you could ever imagine.
Let him go.
I promise to train him
so this little boxer
will make us a ton of money.
What do you say, Captain?
I'm game.
Bring a glass for Mr. Chucho
and let's have that toast.
Fists of gold.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
We understood each other really well,
despite his British accent and…
- It's like when you don't even need words.
- Aw.
- It was nice.
- I'm gonna pour myself some more coffee.
- I can tell this is gonna be good.
- No, no, no. No more.
That's enough silliness for one day.
He's going back home,
where he has a life totally separate
from me, and... and my life is here.
So that's as far as it goes.
I'm too old to be acting like a teenager.
It was just one night and that's it.
I'm over it.
Iker? God, finally.
What?
Lionel reached out to me
using some girl's social media account.
It's just a matter of time
before he gets in touch with his parents.
- So?
- So?
If they find out the truth,
they can get rid of
my Gold Raider's Championship title.
- And then what?
- What truth?
All these years, Leonel Reina lied.
He can't represent this country.
You did what you were
supposed to do, Martin.
- What about April and Roberto?
- What about them?
They don't want the truth to get out.
They don't even want to call the police.
Martin, you wanted a big sponsor
for Las Vegas, didn't you?
Yeah.
Well,
with Lionel out of the picture,
you are the best.
Put these gloves on
and start warming up.
Are you gonna train me?
- Mmm. Ah.
- No way. No.
I trains…
…uh, in the US, okay?
Kid,
I don't think you understand.
The boys told me you went to the embassy
and had the door slammed in your face,
then Diablo picked you up. Hmm?
So… …I don't think you're going
to the United States anytime soon.
You can't train me. I'm a pro.
I fights, uh…
…championship for the Gold Raider.
Then…
…uh, I go to Vegas, okay? Vegas.
This is not professional.
If I can get a hit off you…
…I train you.
I don't fight… …old men.
Funny,
I didn't take you for a scaredy-cat.
You are chicken.
Come on. Get over here.
Okay.
- Come on.
- Let's do this. Wow.
- Okay. Let's do this.
- Okay?
You wanna fight?
Yep.
- Now what? Huh?
- Huh?
- Oh, you can move.
- Huh?
Whoa.
- Hey.
- Huh?
Come on. Come on. There you go.
You wanna fight, huh?
Okay?
Tomorrow at 6:00 sharp.
Have you tried to reach out
to all his friends and contacts?
We have.
But nobody knows anything.
And the only thing we have
are those emails he sent us,
which we don't believe he wrote.
Well, Grace believes he did,
but she doesn't know the truth.
And neither does Lionel.
I advised you years ago
to tell him the truth, and you didn't.
Now you can't even ask
the police for help.
That is why we need you.
This lie's gone way, way too far.
How could I explain to my son
that we had lied to him all these years
trying to protect him?
How?
How could I break my son's heart?
America's the land where all my dreams
of being a boxing champion can come true.
My dream of fighting in Vegas.
Oh, kid. Forget Las Vegas.
I don't know what they filled
your head with in the United States,
but… …here in Mexico,
we have the last box in world.
Julio César Chávez, Mantequilla Nápoles,
Juan Manuel Márquez, Canelo Álvarez.
All of them Mexican.
All of them the greatest.
But… …did they train here?
- Like… …with you?
- Hmm?
You heard the…
… "Cement Fists"?
"CEMENT FISTS"
FRANCISCO "CHUCHO" ZARAGOZA
MEXICO CITY
Mr. Chucho.
- Mom! Dad!
- My story isn't easy to tell.
I had a perfect life,
but, without understanding why,
I went from being a boxer in Los Angeles…
- You are now under arrest.
- This is a mistake.
… to being a lost gringo.
- Mexico City? How? Why?
- He says he's from Hawaii.
He's here just to ask
for your help with English.
I thought he was a burglar.
We're going to fight,
but you're going to let me win.
Don't touch me!
Come on.
I don't know, Jenny.
But there has to be something we can do
to legalize Lionel's status at once.
But in the proper way.
Yes. Calm down.
Calm down.
Look.
I can't promise you anything.
But just in case,
you should talk to the boy.
I understand.
REPATRIATED
Put something on.
I don't want my sister to see you, okay?
She still has some doubts about you
and, well, to be honest,
I wouldn't know how to explain this to her
because I don't really
understand it myself.
- Miss Meche...
- No, hold on.
First, I just want to say thank you
for what you did with Trejo.
- Wait...
- And don't...
Just let me say this, okay?
This isn't easy for me.
I'm a very proud person.
I admit it.
- Please, it's...
- And I... Shh.
Please… …don't interrupt me.
Let me finish.
- The only thing that I... Shh!
- Stop.
- My sister.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
Uh…
No, uh, me… …speak Spanish.
Doesn't, uh, understand, uh…
…you.
Me teacher… …bilingual…
…of English.
Me speak very well your idiom.
- You're a teacher. Oh, wow.
- Mm-hmm.
Finally. Okay, look.
Uh, I'm gonna try to explain.
- I... I really need help.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm... I'm going nuts. It's just...
- It's been crazy...
- Lent.
Lent?
Slow. Speak slow.
I don't understand your pronunciation.
Are you British?
Because I know English
from USA, not British.
Oh. Uh, no.
It... It's the same thing.
Hold on, hold on.
Let's take a step back.
Let's get on the same page because
otherwise this will get out of hand, okay?
Sit.
- Here?
- Sit.
Sit.
Okay.
First question.
What is your name?
Where are you from?
Do you like the chocolate?
My men are looking for her.
She hasn't left the neighborhood.
That dog and that rat are dead meat.
Dead meat.
Okay, but what did the kid do?
Let's see.
Is this good enough for you? Huh?
The kid hit a member of law enforcement,
and that means jail time.
- You know that, Mr. Chucho.
- Come on, Trejo. Cut the crap.
If he hit you,
he must have had his reasons.
No one just up and hits an officer
as dedicated and honorable as you
- for no reason.
- You stay out of this, you hear?
Otherwise I might just forget
you're in rehab for alcohol
and forget all about
the little agreement we had.
Your license to run
this little hole in the wall will expire.
And then what? Huh? Yeah, Chuchito.
We understand each other?
Come on!
- Keep looking for that rat!
- Yes, Captain.
Okay, you heard.
Come on.
You, go the other way.
BASED ON AN ORIGINAL IDEA
OF FERNANDO BARBOSA
Point is, they mistook you for an illegal
and deported you to Mexico.
Yeah, uh… …mistook…
…me, right?
Just before my fight,
uh, for the Gold Raider's belt.
I needed that to get to Vegas.
So, uh… …I wants, um, title…
…uh, Interclub.
- That's why I wanna go back home.
- And the problem is…
…you don't remember
the telephone to speak with your family.
- Yes. Thank you.
- Hmm?
Hey. Don't get any ideas.
- Don't be long hand.
- Don't wh-what?
Just watch where you put your hands.
But anyway,
your story's pretty hard to believe.
I mean, here we are in this day and age
with so much technology available to us,
and someone can't find a way
to get in touch with their family?
It's true. I can prove it.
I just, I... I need a computer.
- Do you have a computer?
- Yes. Of course.
And you're lucky I do,
because with the recession…
- Yeah, I can use it.
- I'll get it.
Look at him. Okay, the fight is starting,
the punching has begun. And Gordo...
Who told you you could be out here
for so long, huh?
Oh, jeez. Since when
do I have to ask you for permission?
- You're not my mom.
- Hello, you work here.
And if you don't like it, you can go back
where you came from,
and the sooner the better, okay?
You're not here to have fun.
You're here to mop.
I wasn't born to mop.
- Um, try taking a look in the mirror.
- Go look at yourself in the mirror.
Don't you talk to me
like that, young lady.
You think you and I are equals?
Watch it. I'll bust your lip.
No, of course we're not equals.
I'm indigenous,
- but I'm one of the fancy ones.
- Good grief.
Just...
Okay, just let me finish editing my video
and then I'll mop
whatever you want me to right away.
No, no, no.
First mop, then you can do what you want.
Don't make me stop
when I'm so close to finishing.
You know how unfair that is.
Besides, it can only help you.
ORIGINAL DVD'S
My movies do better
than a lot of our American movies.
Bar Fight,
with more than 100 sold so far this year,
or Revenge of the Supermarket Cockroaches,
or the best-selling Carroña
and the Firing Squad, totally uncensored.
Just four months
and all the copies have sold out.
Come on. Just give me five minutes.
I just want to finish
uploading the trailer
so people will watch it when it comes out.
It's a marketing strategy.
Five minutes and not a minute more, okay?
MOVIES
10 PESOS DVD - 15 PESOS BLUE RAY
Okay. Let's do this.
Uh, gold…
What? Why?
Okay, good. Yeah, uh, I need a phone.
- Your... Your... Yeah.
- My cell phone.
Okay. Thanks.
Hi. Thanks for calling
to Central Pizza. How can I help you?
What?
What's happen?
Now I'm gonna check my email.
No.
What?
Face Blog - Log In
Come on. Man.
It's like all my social media
has been erased. It...
My... My email, everything.
Okay.
Okay, listen. Um, I need to use,
uh, your... your account.
- Uh, yours account.
- It's the fastest way.
- Oh, my Face.
- Yeah, that'd be good.
- Okay. Sure.
- Let's do it.
- Yeah. Perfect. Martin has Face.
- There you go.
Who is Martin?
Martin Clifford.
He's my best friend.
If you say the true,
you go to the… …embassy.
Embassy.
- Yeah. Let's go.
- Hey! But now is closed.
Now is closed.
Yeah. It is. All right.
Is night.
So, um…
Okay.
You can sleep here, in the floor.
Okay. Yeah.
But tomorrow you have to go
very, very morning. Okay?
- Yeah. Thanks.
- Ah.
I don't want a long hand in my bed.
No.
Cement Fists
Cement Fists is dominating the fight,
landing punch after punch
and defending himself the best he can.
B. Johnson. Championship fight.
Here's the Mexican boxer
with a solid attack against his opponent.
He throws a powerful right jab
followed by a wicked left uppercut.
What a devastating knockout.
We have a new world champion.
The knockout of the century.
Hold on tight!
- Mom!
- Leonel!
- Mom.
- Mom!
Dad! Mom!
No, no.
Leonel!
What?
You were making a lot of noise.
I'm sorry.
- Nightmare?
- No. Uh,
I'm... I'm sorry.
Oh, wh-what time is it?
I have to get to the embassy.
Help me.
- How?
- I can't go wearing this.
Okay. Wait a minute.
Thanks.
- Let's go.
- No.
No one can know you were here.
Stay here. Wait.
Okay.
Mmm, what are you
going through my stuff for?
- Mmm...
- Well, I should say Pedro's stuff.
No… …I just...
I... I got really cold
and... and I couldn't find my pants.
Oh, that makes sense. I heard
your teeth chattering all night long.
- Or talking in your sleep is more like it.
- Who, me?
Yes, you.
You must have been having nightmares
because I'd swear I heard you moaning.
Moaning? Gosh, no. Of course not, sis.
Look. Just go back to bed
and sleep a little longer.
I'm gonna do the same, okay? Just rest.
Come on. Tell me what you were
dreaming about, you naughty girl.
I didn't dream about anything.
Oh, come on. I heard you.
Don't be shy with me.
I didn't have any dreams. I'm not shy.
I just didn't have any dreams. I swear.
Miss Meche.
Who is it?
- It's us. Kevin.
- And Iker.
- Could you get the door, please?
- Are you crazy?
I don't like people to see me like this.
Let me change in your room.
- No! No.
- Oh, come on.
Why don't you want me in your room?
You hiding something? Or someone?
Don't tell me
you have some guy in there, Meche.
- Just open it.
- Really?
Just do it. We're in a rush. Do it.
- Finally.
- Oh, no.
- Miss Meche? Sorry, Miss Meche.
- Oh, sorry, sorry.
Sorry to barge in like this,
but there's an emergency.
Yeah,
we can't find Leonel anywhere.
And we're getting super worried.
We could hardly sleep.
- Oh, no. What was that?
- What was that?
It... It must have been the cat.
- Oh.
- Okay.
Mercedes, we don't have a cat.
Someone must be in the house then.
- Oh, my God.
- Wait, hold on.
No, just calm down. No one's in the house.
It could be dangerous, Miss Meche.
- It's fine, okay?
- Okay. One, two, three.
Game over, man!
What are you doing here?
We've been looking all over for you.
So this must be that cat
you were talking about.
It's not what it looks like.
I can explain.
Yes.
I can explain everything, I swear.
I knew you'd…
…fallen under his spell.
- Are you crazy? What spell? It's...
- Hello.
Shh.
Can I help you, Captain?
Miss Meche, I recommend
not leaving your door wide open.
There are some real troublemakers
around here.
I know. I'm not blind.
I'd laugh if I weren't so congested.
Which reminds me,
you haven't seen the lowlife
who messed up my nose, have you?
No. I haven't seen him.
Ah.
Look, Miss Meche.
I know full well he left with you.
And you know something?
I'm not in the mood today
to have my time wasted.
You understand me, right?
So, I'm warning you...
You're in no position
to warn me of anything.
Raising a hand to a woman is a crime.
Did you know that? Of course you did.
- It's, like, your full-time job.
- Uh...
So you tell me, Captain.
How should we proceed? Hmm?
Um…
What?
It was Trejo. You have to
go to the embassy right now, okay?
You two go with him, okay? Yadi,
bring me some of Pedro's clothes, please.
- Okay.
- And, um, you...
You get dressed. Make yourself decent.
"Viste" what?
- Come on.
- Oh, man. It itches.
- This goes here? Like this?
- Fix that.
- Like this?
- Yeah, raise it up.
- You have to get it just right.
- And this?
- It goes inside.
- Got it.
You hit the jackpot
with these clothes, Yadi.
We cleaned up pretty nice
for a couple of ragamuffins, huh?
- Yeah, very handsome.
- Yeah.
Hmm?
Hey, this is important.
Be very careful around Trejo, okay?
He's looking for him, same as Gordo.
So go straight to the embassy.
Please, no other stops.
- Okay, Miss Meche. Don't worry.
- Okay.
Uh…
…Be care. Okay?
Thank you for, you know…
…hitting Trejo.
- Yeah, no, hey.
- Thanks…
…uh, you know, for, uh…
…taking care me…
…from Trejo.
You're welcome. Mmm…
…I esper your life be good
in America when you go again there.
I hope you win in Vegas.
- Come on.
- Let's go, dude. Come on. Let's go.
- Thanks, Miss Meche.
- See you later.
- Okay. Uh, thanks.
- Uh…
Goodbye.
Yeah, goodbye. Yeah.
Nice to meet you, Leonel.
Aw. Looks like we're
gonna have to get you a visa.
- The coast is clear to the left.
- Come on.
- No one here.
- We're good on the right.
- You checked?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Come on, let's go.
- Thank you.
Uh, I... I know this is gonna sound crazy,
but I think I'm gonna miss you guys.
No, dude.
Miss Meche's the one you're gonna miss.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. I mean,
I'm gonna miss her too.
Look.
I already told you, it's Miss Meche.
Not Miss Hertoo, not Miss Yu.
Miss Meche's her name.
Hey.
What's going on? Your dad told me
you're not answering the phone.
- He's worried.
- I'm celebrating.
It's 9:00 in the morning.
What are you celebrating?
That I have no strings on me
'cause Lionel's gone.
All right.
- Do you wanna come inside?
- Sure, let's...
Come on.
Um, uh, wait one second.
I don't wanna wait.
I'm not getting any younger.
Just one second. Just one second.
Oh, my God.
Finally.
- No way. It's so tall.
- What?
Come on.
- This here place is huge.
- No way, bro. This place is huge.
Okay. Yeah.
Sir, you have to wait your turn.
Uh, no, look. Uh…
…I, um, has to enter.
If you have questions, you can call
the American Embassy's 1-800 number.
Come on, look.
It's an emergency, okay?
- I'm an American. Yeah, I need your help.
- Are you really a gringo?
- Yeah, he's American.
- Yeah, American citizen.
- I'll take it from here.
- Okay.
- Oh, hi.
- Hello. Can I help you?
Yes, yes. Thank you so much.
I really need your help. Look, it's crazy.
I don't know how I got to Mexico City,
but I have to go back home.
I'm from California.
Okay. Well, please follow me.
Oh, okay. Thanks. Uh…
El Kevin, thank you, guys,
so much for everything.
Uh… … you and you, good.
Uh, good, uh, friends?
- You're a good friend too, Leonel.
- Yeah.
Dang, bro. I'm no good at goodbyes,
but I hope it all works out for you, bro.
Okay, guys.
- Bye.
- Let's go.
Dang, bro. He was cool.
Now what do we do?
Should we wait for him?
So your name is Lionel Queen?
Yeah. Uh, no.
I... I mean, it's the name I use.
I'm Lionel Reina.
My dad's from Mexico,
but my mom's from California.
Like you. You were born there too?
Look, I'm an American citizen.
I have rights.
I'm asking you to help me
go back to my country,
- so please do your job, officer...
- Hey!
You might be an American citizen,
but you don't talk to me like that.
I'm a Mexican citizen. I'm an officer.
So please just have some respect.
- I'm sorry.
- It's just… …I'm desperate.
No way.
Look at all those people.
Iker Narra fights 5,430 views
- Mom, look. It's Iker.
- No, I don't think so.
Yes, it is Iker. Yes, it's Iker!
- Hey, who's that guy?
- Iker. You haven't heard of him?
- The one with the boxing music video.
- Hey.
You're Iker, right?
Well, what can I say?
It all depends on who's asking.
If I owe you money, then I'm not your guy.
If you want to give me something,
then yes.
Definitely!
Can you take a picture of us? Come on.
Come on, sweetie. Come on.
For your dad. Let's go, let's go.
- Oh, thank you.
- So nice of you!
Oh, thank you so much.
It's so nice to meet you.
- A real pleasure. So cool.
- Bye.
What was all that about?
No idea.
What's going on, Iker? What was that?
No, um... Um, I don't know.
I've told you,
you can't trust everyone you meet.
You have to watch your back.
What was I supposed to do?
They started talking to me.
They started talking and you ended up
letting them take your picture.
- Sir, come with me, please.
- But I didn't do anything.
- They started talking to me...
- Where are you taking him?
It's 988…
Six…
There's definitely a three, and...
Lionel, honey.
We won't be using insurance today.
- Okay.
- I plan on paying in cash.
- What else?
- 401.
Again, this is not
your Social Security number.
- Yes, it is.
- Are you 92 years old? Mrs. Helen Murphy?
What?
- Is your name Mrs. Helen Murphy?
- No.
Of course not,
because Helen Murphy's dead.
But that's my Social Security number.
Uh, I'm sure about that.
You really going to
keep wasting my time?
- Excuse me?
- We don't have anything better to do here?
- Something's happening...
- Okay, get up.
- Get up. Come on.
- Sir, please, let me explain.
- You get Spanish. You get English?
- No, sir, I need your help.
- I don't know what's... Something's wrong...
- Okay. Just get out of here.
- Please.
- Over there?
Please.
Please have a seat.
How'd you come up with this persona?
How about that outfit?
- And that name, "Iker." Of course.
- That's what they call me.
That's what people in my neighborhood
call me. Besides, I like to look nice.
I like it when people say,
"That guy looks great."
It's guys like you
who just brighten our day.
Look. I just want you to know that
I'm here to support you in any way I can.
But could we take a selfie first?
Would that be okay?
- Yeah, sure. Sure.
- Really? Great.
This is so exciting.
A selfie with Iker.
There we go!
Here, take one of these.
Huh? What's this for?
That's my card. Anything you need,
you just call me at that number.
Okay. Great. Cool.
Ah.
Bye.
Just tell me what I have to pay
- to get Iker out...
- Hey! Watch your tone, you hear?
I've been waiting forever
and you won't answer my questions.
- Why are you pushing him?
- Gosh!
- Damn it!
- What'd you do to my friend?
- Hey, keep an eye on those three.
- All right.
This is a stupid mistake!
Unbelievable.
I'm an American citizen!
What do you mean? I'm American.
My mom says you're illegal.
- What'd they do to you, bro?
- Let me go.
Stop, stop! Hey! Who are you guys?
Let me go!
Let's go!
Come on. Go! Come on.
- Hey!
- Let's go!
That was Diablo.
Calm down.
- Who are you guys?
- Chill, dude. Just chill.
Comfortable?
- Mr. Chucho!
- What's going on? What is it?
It's Leonel, Mr. Chucho.
- Who?
- The gringo. They got him.
What?
Oh, man.
Good evening, little Leonel.
This calls for a toast.
What is this?
You are in hell.
You're in hell.
Oh, hell.
Police station.
Yeah, you bet.
Let's see, gringo.
Things aren't looking so good for you.
For one, you hit a police captain.
Two, you messed with the toughest guy
in the neighborhood.
And to make matters worse,
you leave him looking like a panda?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. That's enough.
Let's have some fun
with little Leonel, shall we?
What should we start with,
little Leonel, huh?
Whoa, no.
Gordo, please. Stop.
No, no, Gor... Stop, stop. Please.
- Enough!
- Gordo!
- Let him go.
- Take it easy, Mr. Chucho.
We already told you
this has nothing to do with you.
- What do you want with him?
- I want to make you an offer.
Oh, yeah?
- Let's hear it.
- We're sitting on a gold mine here.
Those fists are worth a lot more
than you could ever imagine.
Let him go.
I promise to train him
so this little boxer
will make us a ton of money.
What do you say, Captain?
I'm game.
Bring a glass for Mr. Chucho
and let's have that toast.
Fists of gold.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
We understood each other really well,
despite his British accent and…
- It's like when you don't even need words.
- Aw.
- It was nice.
- I'm gonna pour myself some more coffee.
- I can tell this is gonna be good.
- No, no, no. No more.
That's enough silliness for one day.
He's going back home,
where he has a life totally separate
from me, and... and my life is here.
So that's as far as it goes.
I'm too old to be acting like a teenager.
It was just one night and that's it.
I'm over it.
Iker? God, finally.
What?
Lionel reached out to me
using some girl's social media account.
It's just a matter of time
before he gets in touch with his parents.
- So?
- So?
If they find out the truth,
they can get rid of
my Gold Raider's Championship title.
- And then what?
- What truth?
All these years, Leonel Reina lied.
He can't represent this country.
You did what you were
supposed to do, Martin.
- What about April and Roberto?
- What about them?
They don't want the truth to get out.
They don't even want to call the police.
Martin, you wanted a big sponsor
for Las Vegas, didn't you?
Yeah.
Well,
with Lionel out of the picture,
you are the best.
Put these gloves on
and start warming up.
Are you gonna train me?
- Mmm. Ah.
- No way. No.
I trains…
…uh, in the US, okay?
Kid,
I don't think you understand.
The boys told me you went to the embassy
and had the door slammed in your face,
then Diablo picked you up. Hmm?
So… …I don't think you're going
to the United States anytime soon.
You can't train me. I'm a pro.
I fights, uh…
…championship for the Gold Raider.
Then…
…uh, I go to Vegas, okay? Vegas.
This is not professional.
If I can get a hit off you…
…I train you.
I don't fight… …old men.
Funny,
I didn't take you for a scaredy-cat.
You are chicken.
Come on. Get over here.
Okay.
- Come on.
- Let's do this. Wow.
- Okay. Let's do this.
- Okay?
You wanna fight?
Yep.
- Now what? Huh?
- Huh?
- Oh, you can move.
- Huh?
Whoa.
- Hey.
- Huh?
Come on. Come on. There you go.
You wanna fight, huh?
Okay?
Tomorrow at 6:00 sharp.
Have you tried to reach out
to all his friends and contacts?
We have.
But nobody knows anything.
And the only thing we have
are those emails he sent us,
which we don't believe he wrote.
Well, Grace believes he did,
but she doesn't know the truth.
And neither does Lionel.
I advised you years ago
to tell him the truth, and you didn't.
Now you can't even ask
the police for help.
That is why we need you.
This lie's gone way, way too far.
How could I explain to my son
that we had lied to him all these years
trying to protect him?
How?
How could I break my son's heart?
America's the land where all my dreams
of being a boxing champion can come true.
My dream of fighting in Vegas.
Oh, kid. Forget Las Vegas.
I don't know what they filled
your head with in the United States,
but… …here in Mexico,
we have the last box in world.
Julio César Chávez, Mantequilla Nápoles,
Juan Manuel Márquez, Canelo Álvarez.
All of them Mexican.
All of them the greatest.
But… …did they train here?
- Like… …with you?
- Hmm?
You heard the…
… "Cement Fists"?
"CEMENT FISTS"
FRANCISCO "CHUCHO" ZARAGOZA
MEXICO CITY
Mr. Chucho.