Sicario: Day of the Soldado (2018)

[bunniefuu]

[wind whistling]

[sinister music playing]

[helicopter approaching]

[pilot] Guardian, this is Omaha
on heading to Laredo.

[man over radio] Copy, Omaha .

[pilot] I'm picking up movement
on the FLIR.

Coming in for a closer look. Stand by.

[helicopter whirring]

[sirens blaring]

[pilot over loudspeaker]
This is the United States Border Patrol.

Get on your knees and
put your hands up.

- [officer] Hey! Get down!
- [incoherent clamor]

Get down! Stay down!

Get down!

[pilot] This is the United States Border Patrol.

Get on your knees
and put your hands on your head.

[all clamoring]

This is the United States Border Patrol.

Get down on your knees.
Put your hands up.

This is the United States Border Patrol.

[praying in Arabic]

[officer] Let me see your hands!

Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!

- [button clicks]
- Show me...

Be advised. There's been an expl*si*n.
Officers are down.

[music continues]

[man] Hey! Over here!

[dog barks]

[agent ] What do you got?

[agent ] Prayer rugs.

Hey, honey. Yeah.

[people screaming]

[alarm ringing]

- [woman murmurs]
- [man praying in Arabic]

[woman] Stay here with me.
Just stay here. It's okay.

Just come with me slowly and quietly.
Stay here with me. Stay... Oh, God.

You don't have to do this.

You don't have to do this, please.

[man ] The scene in Kansas City tonight
is one of horror, confusion and grief.

Fifteen people, among them two children,

are so far confirmed dead

- with many more injured...
- [man ] The victim's families remain...

[man ] Haunting images of the attackers

- are coming to light from surveillance...
- [man ] Secretary of Defense James Riley

is expected
to make a statement on the att*cks.

Our intense focus on recovery
and assisting the injured

and the families of those
who have been k*lled

is matched only by our determination
to prevent more att*cks.

A message to our attackers.

Your bombs do not terrify us.

They empower us.

They empower us to send you
something that is truly terrifying:

the full weight
of the United States m*llitary.

[soft rustling in wind]

[silenced g*nf*re]

[silenced sh*ts]

[sinister music playing]

[equipment powering up]

[g*nshots, shell casings clatter]

[g*nshots]

- Down, down, down on the ground!
- [g*nshots]

No! Here for what?

I'm not the fighter!

Fighter...

[helicopter flies over]

[door opens]

[door closes and locks]

How you doing?

You think I'm gonna
waterboard you, Bashiir?

Waterboarding is...

when we can't t*rture.

This is Africa.

I can do whatever the f*ck
I want here.

You're gonna answer
every question I ask you

without me harming a hair on your head.
Do you wanna know why'?

Because if you don't...

I'm gonna call in
an air strike on your house.

Nice pool, by the way.

Whoever said crime doesn't pay
wasn't stealing oil tankers, were they'?

[man sighs]

[Bashiir] Those men are Yemeni.

We have nothing to do with that.

Your fight is with !sis, not me.

All my fights are on water.

They sure are, Bashiir.

And Yemen?

Just across the Gulf.

What a coincidence.

It's kind of tricky

for Yemeni nationalists to book
an international flight these days.

So, if their passports were fake,
they'd fly straight to Kansas City

instead of going to Mexico
and hiring coyotes to truck them

a hundred miles through
the desert, right?

So, the big question is...

how'd they get to Mexico?

'Cause they sure as hell didn't fly.

No, they... traveled by ship.

A ship you didn't try and steal.

So that means someone paid you not to.

So, here's my only question, Bashiir.

Who paid you to let the ship through?

Is that your brother?

'Cause I don't want to k*ll the pool guy.

- Every ship smuggles people.
- Mm-hmm.

And they don't need my permission.

Yes, they f*cking do.

Last chance.

- This is a bluff.
- No.

You American.

- You have too many rules.
- [dials phone]

No rules today, sport, just orders.

- [man] Go ahead, sir.
- You're green.

Roger that.

No, no, no, no, no.
No, I want you to watch this.

I want you to watch it. Watch.

[Bashiir sobs]

[shouting in Somali]

[breathing heavily]

You have a big family, Bashiir.

Lots of brothers.

You should've chosen
another line of work.

I could do this all day.

But sooner or later,

I'll get the brother
you can't live without.

I promise.

[woman over phone] It's one more thing
pointing to the cartels.

Now, the money came
from Qasim Al-Raymi's camp,

which isn't a surprise.

The ship, on the other hand,
is a Panamanian freighter, La Victorina,

registered to the Mexican
holding company Grupo Duro.

It docked at
Port of Veracruz on the th.

Carlos Reyes' company.

The one and only.

[man] If you need Matt home,
I can get him out at tomorrow.

I'll have a plane to Washington
ready for you in an hour.

See you tomorrow, Matt.

[phone line disconnects]

Smuggling t*rrorists seems
pretty short-sighted to me.

Border's gonna tighten
like a vice now.

What happened to the price
of cocaine after / , Ken?

Tight borders are good for business.

[eerie music playing]

Let's go.

Will you be home by : ?

I have to stay late
for the science fair.

- Do you want me to pick you up?
- I'll take the bus. Love you.

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[bus approaches]

[tires screech]

[loud music blares]

[boy] It's pretty good.

How much do they make?

For lookout?

Twenty, thirty a day.

Man, but that's all they're worth.

But you...

Well, sh*t, you know
both sides of the river.

You got a passport.
Come and go as you please.

[whistles]

Rafa!

[font color="#ffff "]Introduce me to your cousin, dumbass![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]No way fucker![/font]

[both laugh]

[font color="#ffff "]You know him?[/font]

Eh.

[font color="#ffff "]His cousin has a big ass.[/font]

[in English] Fat ass.

[men clamoring in distance]

[boy] What's going on?

- [siren blares]
- Hide the beer.

You can name your own price, you know.

Hmm?

This is the border.

The Matamoros Cartel
pay people well to work it.

You can, uh...

start making your earn with me,
cousin.

Take it.

[eerie music playing]

It's yours.

So, what would I have to do?

You really ought to invest
in a little sunscreen, Matt.

If you guys would start wars
someplace cloudy, I wouldn't have to.

DOJ get an ID
on those other su1c1de bombers?

- Not yet.
- Uh, might want to get on that.

There's proof Reyes Cartel helped
one of them get to the border, so...

we know enough to move forward.

Mr. Secretary...

Matt Graver.

Have a seat.

What do you think
is the most valuable commodity

that cartels move across our borders?

Twenty years ago, cocaine.

Uh, today I'd have to say it'd be people.

It's a resource
they don't have to cultivate or process

and if they don't make it across,
they can pay to cross again

at three times the price of a kilo.

How would you define terrorism,
Mr. Graver?

I think that's your job, sir.

The current definition is:
"Any individual or group

that uses v*olence
lo achieve a political goal."

The administration believes that

the drug cartels now
fit that definition.

Next week,
the President's adding drug cartels

to the list of
t*rror1st organizations.

You can understand how that
will expand our ability to combat them.

[official] The cartel territories
are fairly stable at the moment,

but as we learned in Iraq,
striking your enemy

is a whole hell of a lot easier
if they're fighting each other.

I'll do whatever you need.
Just point the way.

Do you have any thoughts?

I mean, I wouldn't take
out a cartel leader.

Turn one cartel into .

Besides, k*lling kings
doesn't start wars, it ends them.

- [general] That's our concern.
- Mm-hmm.

You have a location on Reyes?

No, but the family's
under surveillance.

[Matt] Is he in
contact with them?

Not to our knowledge,
but we assume, yes.

- Any kids?
- [official] Two.

- What's the age of the youngest?
- [official] Sixteen.

Sixteen?

Yeah, if you wanna start a w*r...

kidnap a prince.

King will start it for you.

You did this sort of thing
in the Middle East.

[Matt] Hmm.

You think those
tactics will work here?

If you want it to, sir.

[eerie music playing]

Boots on the ground,
you're gonna hire on the outside.

And the same goes for your supply train
and for air support.

And I don't need to remind you

what happens
if they figure out that it's us.

Just to be clear,

you wanna see this thing through,
I'm gonna have to get... dirty.

Dirty is exactly why you're here.

What do you need?

Everything.
Drones with att*ck capability...

- You have Blackhawks, right?
- Mm-hmm.

I want two of those. I need logistics,

communications equipment
compatible with a SOCOM JCU.

First phase, I need a strike team,
two sn*pers,

I need a demolition team...

Are you going to Ukraine?

I got Russians on the payroll, brother.
Don't put me in that position.

Where's the coup?

It's an extraction... for starters.

How much can I know?

Brother, you don't want to know.

Well, I don't need specifics,
but I have to know where they're going.

Mexico.

- You gotta be f*cking kidding me.
- It's not the government.

It's cartel.

Treasury cutting the checks?

Eh, under a company in Brazil
called Rio Verde.

[eerie music playing]

If it's constant action, I'm ten mil
a month in payroll and supplies.

At least.

I want over cost and immunity.

Done.

Congratulations, you can afford
your own hockey team now.

[traffic noises]

[distant music playing]

[chatter over police radio]

[water dripping]

[eerie music playing]

[g*n cocks]

[door closes]

[traffic noises through window]

You'll be easy to shop for at Christmas.

[silverware clinks]

I don't celebrate Christmas.

[Matt] Well, I bet you will this year.

What'd they do?

Doesn't matter.

No rules this time.

I'm turning you loose.

How loose?

Carlos Reyes.

[sinister music playing]

How's that for loose?

Ifs your chance
to get even for your family.

You're gonna help us start a w*r.

[man] With who?

Everyone.

[music builds]

[Speaking Spanish]

Aah! Aah...

[g*nf*re continues]

[g*nsh*t]
- Aah!

[font color="#ffff "]Put them on.[/font]

Adiós.

[font color="#ffff "]Diaz was the top lawyer
for the Matamoros Cartel...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Officials suspect
he was k*lled by a rival Cartel.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]They fear further retaliation att*cks...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...and a new Cartel w*r.[/font]

This would have been a lot easier
taking her in the house.

Could get real sloppy on the street.

Sloppy is good. Sloppy makes it look
like the cartel did it.

[Matt] All right, let's go.

- [bell ringing]
- [children clamoring]

[grunts]

[font color="#ffff "]I'll f*cking k*ll you![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]f*cking sh*t![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]f*cking bitch![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]What are you looking at?[/font]

[in English] She started it.

[principal] Miss Reyes?

She called me a narco whore
and slapped me, so I hit her.

What would you do?

[principal] You.

- Go to the nurse.
- Mm.

No, you're not going anywhere. Sit.

[Ms. Reyes sighs]

Now, what am I going to do with you?

- She deserved what she got.
- It's not your place to do it.

Fine.

You b*at the sh*t out of her.

I should expel you.

Do it.

That's what I thought.

[eerie music playing]

[Matt] How we looking?
Got eyes on the prize?

Roger.
Prize is in the tail vehicle.

[music builds]

[cocks g*n]

[font color="#ffff "]sh*t...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...the connection's gone.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Check your cell signals.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]No signal.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Step on it![/font]

Step on it!

[tires screeching]

Go back, go back! Move!

Go back, go back!

[screams]

[people screaming]

[Ms. Reyes] No!

No! No! No!

[grunts]

[pleading in Spanish, sobbing]

[Matt shushes]

[muffled crying]

[distant sirens]

[music continues]

[growled tone] [font color="#ffff "]Move.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Tell your boss Carlos Reyes...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...this is what you get for f*cking with the
Matamoros Cartel.[/font]

- Where we going?
- Go straight to the plane.

And don't worry about the vehicle.

- We'll take care of it.
- [Matt] All right.

[plane engine whirring]

[music blaring from car radio]

All right, you're gonna drive that
to the mall. Keys are in the gas flap.

You just leave them there.

- All right.
- Then you go see what's waiting for you.

[eerie music playing]

[speaking indistinctly]

[music continues]

[engine powering down]

- Where you got us?
- Building , sir.

- You're gonna take a left...
- I know where it is.

Now walk me through
what I'm watching here.

This is a map of Mexico
on -mile grids.

And you took the subject here.

Speculation is
Reyes has a family residence

somewhere near Monterrey.

Has the Mexican police responded yet?

Yeah, local, state,
and federal police are all there now.

[agent] Satellite cannot
pick up cell chatter.

- Okay.
- Yeah, we can lock coordinates

to the cell and snag the phone number,
but we can't hear the call.

[Matt] Give me a satellite feed
of the house in Mexico City.

[soldier] Yeah, you got it.

What we're hoping for is a call
from this location to start a trail.

- [Matt] Any family members in the house?
- [agent] No, just staff.

A teenage girl
with her own -room mansion.

I wish I was a teenage girl.

Pull up the incident site.

[soldier]
Looks like you popped them all.

[Matt] No, we only engaged one.

One d*ed in the crash,
and the other two we tied and left.

That's a pretty big risk.
Why do that?

Just to see what they'd do.

Back it up.

Show me earlier.
A minute just after we left.

[soldier] Yeah.

[Mall] Keep going.

All right, there, good.

[sighs]

Call is not coming from the house,
it's coming from that fucker right there.

- Give me a live feed and find him.
- [soldier] On it.

Phone! Lock in on it.

[man] All right, locking now.

- Data link up.
- [Matt] There's the king.

There it is. Stan tracking.

- Come on.
- [soldier] Tracking on two.

[man] Standby. We got three.

[Ms. Reyes gasps]

[font color="#ffff "]Please don't hurt me.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Please.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]What do you want from me?[/font]

[phone vibrates]

[font color="#ffff "]Please.[/font]

[Ms Reyes breathing shakily]

[font color="#ffff "]If you let me go...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I won't tell anyone, I swear![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Use the sink if you're thirsty.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I swear... please![/font]

[door slams]

[font color="#ffff "]I swear... please![/font]

[Ms. Reyes sobbing]

[Ms. Reyes hits door,
continues pleading]

[sobs]

- Get down!
- Police! Get down!

- Hands where I can see 'em!
- Move! Move!

[g*nf*re]

[officer] Clear!

Clear!

[footsteps approaching]

We got another one here!

[sobbing speaking Spanish]

Are you okay?

Are we clear?

[man] All clear!

It's okay.

Let's go.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

[eerie music playing]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[music continues]

Am I in Texas?

[agent] Yeah, we are.

What do you want us to call you?

Isabel.

Isabel.

I need to ask you a question.

Did they hurt you?

What happened here?

I got in a fight at school.

So when do I get to go back home?

Well, we still need to work through
some things

to make sure we understand
all the circumstances

surrounding your abduction, okay?

But you're safe.

So hang in there,
we're gonna get you home very soon.

Alicia will look after you.

And if you need anything,
just ask her.

- [door opens]
[helicopter flies over]

[door closes]

We put the girl in the middle
of Matamoros territory,

and Reyes will start the fireworks.

What's a good spot where
we can leave her?

We'll hold her
in a federal police depot in Mendez.

We're deep enough in Matamoros land
that they'll have to fight their way out

if they come looking for her.

Where do I say you found her'?

Oh, say we raided a safe house
in Brownsville and found her there.

Matamoros Cartel
is very strong in this area.

Reyes will have trouble
getting his men through.

Ah, they'll let his men through.
Getting back out will be their problem.

When would you bring her across?

Well, now that we've got the cartels
at each other's throats,

the sooner the better.
Secret won't keep long.

Uh, there's no secrets in Mexico.

Why do you think I'm driving armor?

Can you get me cleared for that?

Will do.

Federal police will meet you
at the border with an escort.

- Thanks.
- [font color="#ffff "]Good luck.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Any excuse to f*ck with
Carlos Reyes is a good thing.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Good luck, brother.[/font]

[in English] Still amazes me.

The appetite of this place.

Yeah, well, welcome to America.

[tires screech]

- You all right?
- What the f*ck?

[eerie music playing]

[siren blares]

[Matt] Hey! Why don't you keep
your f*cking eyes peeled?

Ah, you can't even tell
they're gangbangers anymore.

[horns honking]

[music blaring]

[music continues]

I've got a problem.

Either be home before dawn
or my dad will get mad.

Oh, get the f*ck out, dude, no.
No, no, no. You got a new daddy now.

All right?

When you meet him...

act like a f*cking man.

You ready to be a man, right?

All right, yes, dude. sh*t.

Just wait here
till I come get you, all right?

[man whistles]

[yelling indistinctly in Spanish]

[cousin] Come on.

[font color="#ffff "]I'm telling you to find him.
Get it together you moron.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]- Gallo[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]So this is your American cousin.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Welcome.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Come on, don't be afraid. Sit down.[/font]

- [font color="#ffff "]How are you?
- Good.[/font]

- [font color="#ffff "]What's your name?
- Miguel.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I need someone trustworthy.[/font]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[font color="#ffff "]I don't give a sh*t. Find him![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You deal with this idiot.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I need more migrants
in bus thirty-three.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]f*ck.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You ever heard of koi fish?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]- No.
- ¿No?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I have a pond at home with
a shitload of koi fish in it.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]They're huge, all different colors.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]But my favorite is a fish this f*cking big.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I call him Santa Claus...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]because he's so f*cking fat.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]When I find the mother of
that guy who f*cked up...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I'm going to cut her to pieces...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...and feed her to Santa Claus.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]So no f*ck-ups, right?[/font]

- No. No.
- No?

[font color="#ffff "]You'll make the
border crossing, right?

[font color="#ffff "]Yes.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I can see you're someone I can trust.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You'll make more money
than your dad does in a year.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]- It's a deal then.
- Yes.[/font]

[door opens]

How you feeling?

I'd feel better if someone
actually told me what was going on.

We're turning you over
to the Mexican army.

They'll arrange
to take you back to your father.

Let's go.

[eerie music playing]

I'm gonna need you to put this on.

[Matt] Load up!

[Woman] Loading up!

Heads up!

[engine starts]

[man] I have seven Mexican police vehicles
located at the border checkpoint waiting.

They're moving and forming up
in your configuration at this time.

[music continues]

It's a nice day for a drive, huh?

[agent] Ah, beautiful day.
Blue skies, large-caliber weapons...

I love getting out of the office.

Air, how are we looking?

[pilot] Clear on both sides.

[Matt] You see no vehicles?

[pilot] Nothing but desert. You're clear.

[Matt] What's your field of view?

[pilot] Ten miles in every direction.

Mexico Feds said
that the road would be clear.

- Looks like they're keeping their word.
- [Matt] All right, copy that.

Why weren't we stopped at the border'?

'Cause I'm special.

I thought you were policemen.

You're soldiers.

You know, we saved you. Why don't you
just sit back and be grateful?

[pilot] Oscar-One,
paved road ends half a mile ahead.

Wait, what?

Paved road ends in half a klick.

Road isn't paved ahead.
You got your thermal?

[agent] Yeah, in my bag in the back.
You gotta take the wheel.

[Matt] All right.

Got it.

[agent] Oh, sh*t.

Nothing's ever easy.

I got it.

sh*t.

I got no vis.

This fucker's speeding up.

[Matt] Well, he's not stupid.
Stay on his ass.

Din roads make me nervous.

[music continues]

[music continues]

Air, I'm blind here.

[pilot] Road's clear.

No vehicles, no movement, left or right.

[Man] All right, anything?

[pilot] sh*t. Oscar-One,
incoming on your right.

- Air, I see nothing.
- Contact right.

I don't see anything.

- All down! Down!
- [g*nf*re]

Stuck! I'm stuck!

[crying]

[agent] Aw, come on!

[Matt] Left side, hundred meters!
Take him out!

[pilot] Roger that. Heads down!

Heads down!

[Isabel screams]

[agent] We're stuck. We're stuck.

[Matt] Go! Go! Go!

[screams]

[music builds]

[g*nf*re continues]

[Matt] Cease fire! Cease fire!

Clear!

[font color="#ffff "]Federal Police! Help![/font]

Clear.

- [man] Drop your w*apon.
- [Matt] Them, over there.

Sir!

Spread out!

[font color="#ffff "] Lower your weapons![/font]

[font color="#ffff "] Please don't sh**t![/font]

[Matt] Put 'em down, guys! Easy, easy.

[Matt] [font color="#ffff "]-Down![/font]
- [man ][font color="#ffff "] Help.[/font]

Easy, guys, easy...

- Down, down.
- [font color="#ffff "]Help![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Help, please, we need help![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]We're Federal Police![/font]

[agent] f*ck!

- sh*t.
- f*ckin' Mexican police sh*t me?

- You all right?
- [groans]

[Matt] Oh, sh*t.

- I'm good. It caught the plate.
- All right. We clear?

Sir! We have police vehicles
approaching from the south.

Five klicks out.

All right, load up!

Come on. Load up!

Where is she?

New mission!

Gather round! New mission!

Uh-uh, no time for that.

Head north. I'll find her.

Okay. Go.

All right, we got company
three klicks out,

coming from the south.

Grab that Humvee, pull this thing out.
Go! Now! Now!

Come on, guys! Now!

Go, go! Let's go!

[man] Let's go! Move it!

[engine starts]

Take this.

All right?

Send me a signal when you get
to the border, we'll come and get you.

All right?

[man]
Let's go, let's go! Let's move it!

All right, everyone in their vehicles!

[dramatic music playing]

[agent] Air, we need a medevac
from rally point alpha.

Contact th Med at Laughlin.

[pilot] Roger that, Oscar-One.

Be advised, you have police vehicles
approaching your six in a Code .

Oh, that's great.
Police approaching our six fast.

Air, we need a lane clear at the border.
No bullshit.

Anybody gets in our way,
we drive right through them.

[sirens blaring]

Border coming up fast. Border.

[music continues]

[music fades]

[Isabel] [font color="#ffff "]Here![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Here![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Here![/font]

Isabel?

[both grunting]

[Isabel] No...

No!

[screams]

[g*nsh*t]

[slow footsteps approaching]

Get in.

[font color="#ffff "]Nothing's going to happen to you.[/font]

[eerie music playing]

[music becomes melancholy]

Who kidnapped me?

Your father has a lot of enemies.

And you're one of them?

Yes, I am.

[music ends]

[agent] You're gonna need stitches.

Yeah. Lucky for me,
I'll still need them tomorrow.

Miss Sunshine on your six.

Hey. f*ckin' Mondays, huh?

Can we go somewhere that's private?

All right.

- Can you give me a sec?
- [agent] Ma'am.

My source is with her right now.
She'll be back in an hour.

- That's not what I'm talking about.
- It was a green on blue, Cynthia.

There was no other option.
You wanted Afghanistan, now you got it.

This isn't Afghanistan,
this is our f*cking neighbor!

There are million Americans
with relatives there...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...and they're all sitting around

watching footage
of dead Mexican police on Fox News.

The police were the ambush.

- Oh, yeah, okay.
- We had no choice.

- All...
- They att*cked us.

Doesn't matter. POTUS doesn't have
the stomach for this.

- He shut us down.
- What did you say?

We're shutdown.

I did my f*ckin' job, you do yours.
You sit that f*ckin' coward down,

and you explain to him...
this is how we win.

He's not worried about winning.

He's worried about
being f*cking impeached,

because you k*lled
two dozen Mexican police.

Who worked for Reyes.

Spin it. Do your job.
This only strengthens our position.

We don't have a position, Matt.

Because we're not
supposed to f*cking be there.

Your objective was to start a w*r
with Mexican cartels,

not with the Mexican government.

You know what?
This... This is why nothing ever changes.

You think change is the goal? Really?

You've been doing this
too long to believe that.

[font color="#ffff "]Hello, sir, sorry to bother you.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]We're lost.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]No need to be afraid.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I'm not a Mafioso.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]My name is A-L-E-J-A-N-D-R-O.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]What's your name?[/font]

[vocalizing]

[font color="#ffff "][Alejandro] Yes.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]A-N-G-E-L.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Angel...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]We need food and water...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]And a place to rest.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]If you help us...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I can pay you.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]She's the girl on TV,
the one they kidnapped.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Help me... help her.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]How do you know how to sign?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]My daughter.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]She's deaf?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]She was.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I'm sorry.[/font]

[man vocalizes]

Why didn't you hold her
someplace in Mexico?

We don't have the infrastructure
for that, sir.

Mission security
would be almost impossible.

- Was this your mission?
- No, sir.

Then why are you answering?

Mr. Graver?

We don't have
the infrastructure for that, sir.

Mission security
would be almost impossible.

And this girl was witness to all
aspects of the mission, correct?

No, she was shielded
from the kidnapping.

What about the
Mexican police officers

that were k*lled, on foreign soil,

all of which she witnessed?

The ones who att*cked us? Yes, sir.

Where is she?

[Matt] I have a source
bringing her to the border.

Do we have an exact location?

That question is for you, Mr. Forsing.

We don't know her whereabouts, sir,
but he has a beacon.

He'll activate it as soon as
he gets close to the border.

If they can make it to the border.

Which is a chance we cannot take.

Cynthia.

Yes, sir'?

You handle it from here.

We can't risk her falling
into the wrong hands.

When the beacon's activated,

your team takes them. You understand?

Clean the scene.

When I say clean, gentlemen,
I mean spotless.

Your operative included.

Do you know

how hard he was to make?

I could throw a stick across the river
and hit grieving fathers.

Make another one.

Can't do that.

[Cynthia] Well, look who doesn't have
the stomach for it now.

Oh, who are you to question me after
all the sh*t that I've eaten for you?

We ID'd the other bombers, Matt.

They're US citizens.

- They're from New Jersey.
- Doesn't change anything.

It changes the f*cking narrative!

[sinister music playing]

[font color="#ffff "]Is the baby deaf?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]No.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Different worlds?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Different worlds.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I understand.[/font]

[phone beeps]

Hey.

[Matt] Hey-

You got the girl?

She's with me now, yeah.

They want me to cut ties.

You've got to get rid of her.

I can't do that.

What are you telling me?

Not this one.

Help me get her across,

and we can decide what to do with her.

Uh-uh. Don't put me in that situation.

If they're cutting ties,
you're already in that situation.

If she stays here, she'll be k*lled.

Help me get her across.

I can't help you do that.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

I'll figure it out.

Good luck.

[phone disconnects]

[beeps]

[eerie music playing]

I gotta get you north.

[music becomes tender]

See, the flashing light is you.
All right?

That red line, that's your path.

- Okay.
- Don't get that wet.

[font color="#ffff "]Everybody off.[/font]

[in English] Keep it safe for a bit.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey-

They're sheep.

Treat them like it.

[Miguel][font color="#ffff "] Follow me.[/font]

[People gasping]

[Miguel][font color="#ffff "] Quickly![/font]

[woman screaming softly]

[font color="#ffff "]Help![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Leave her! Let's move on![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Follow me![/font]

[helicopter approaching]

[whispering indistinctly]

[font color="#ffff "]We're here.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Move it![/font]

Move it!

[man in English]
Follow the trail to the road.

Your ride's waiting.

[man yelling in distance]

It's okay.

Come on.

Show me a job that pays better
and I'll do it.

Where are you headed, baby?

Get me to the grocery store
on Trenton.

I can walk from there.

[metallic thudding]

Why does a soldier know sign language?

My daughter was deaf.

I know who you are.

[Alejandro exhales]

You're the attorney
whose family they k*lled.

Not "they."

My father.

A man who worked for him.

Why?

To send a message.

Now you hunt them...

so you won't be a message.

I will always be a message.

Only now, the message is different.

Is the border hard to cross?

It could be...

for Isabel Reyes.

[shovel hitting dirt]

[Alejandro] From now on,
your name is Carina.

[font color="#ffff "]My name is Carina.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You come from Oaxaca.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Now if anyone asks who I am...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...say you're paying me
to pretend to be your father.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Why not just say you're my father?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Because your lies will be
different from mine.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Now we have the same lie.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Give me your shoe.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]What's that?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]A GPS transmitter.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]In case we get separated.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Put on your shoes.[/font]

- [Tracker beeping]
- [indistinct radio chatter]

[agent] Signal was activated at ,

heading northeast of Reynosa.

[radio chatter]

I'm sending another
team to finish this.

No. I'll do it.

'Cause ill don't,
he'll probably come and k*ll you.

[whistles]

[Speaking Spanish]

[sinister music playing]

[font color="#ffff "]So many.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]That's how it is.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Who should I talk to?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]He'll be here soon.[/font]

[helicopter whirring]

[whistles]

[font color="#ffff "]Good morning, future Americans,
how are we?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Has everyone paid?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]No.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Do you know how much it is?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]A thousand for the both of us.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Each.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I still need something
for the other side.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You don't get to discuss it.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Children go in a different bus.[/font]

Oh...

[font color="#ffff "]We travel together.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Here's a thousand.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Here's another.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]OK, fine.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Very good.[/font]

[whistles]

[Speaking Spanish]

[music continues]

[font color="#ffff "]Everyone on the blue bus.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You two, travelling together.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]With your kid, go on.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]The rest of you, wait here.[/font]

[music continues]

[pilot] There's interference on the road.

- Are the vehicles unmarked or police?
- Unmarked.

[Matt] ETA to target?

[pilot] Twenty-five minutes.

[font color="#ffff "]Almost there, friends,
paradise is coming.[/font]

[cocks g*n]

[font color="#ffff "]Hands up![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You have a g*n?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Yes.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Get up.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Search it.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Sit down.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]What do you have in the bag?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]dr*gs?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]No.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Everyone out![/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Move it, move it.[/font]

[whistles]

[font color="#ffff "]Look what I found.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Migrants don't carry g*ns.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Is it him?[/font]

[music continues]

[font color="#ffff "]Yes.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Were you in Texas a
couple of days ago?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]No, I wasn't.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]No?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]My people don't lie,
especially not to me.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Take Isabel Reyes to my truck.[/font]

[music continues]

[font color="#ffff "]So what exactly are you up to?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Taking a holiday at the border?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "][Alejandro] No.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]We're escaping a bad situation.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Our only option was
to cross the border.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I'm taking the girl
back to her mother.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You guys have come across someone
with a lot of value...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...but also very dangerous...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...for all of you and your loved ones.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]If you harm the girl, you guys will be
starting a new w*r...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...that you can't back out of.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Or we can make a phone call and
ensure the safety of everyone.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]That way, everyone stays clean
and we can avoid any trouble.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You work for Carlos Reyes or what?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]It's as simple as that, brother.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Don't be afraid.
We're here to protect you.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Who is that you're travelling with?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Don't know.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]I hired him...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...to pretend to be my father.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Your friend says he
works for Carlos Reyes.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]So does he work for your dad?[/font]

Huh?

[font color="#ffff "]Yes.[/font]

[sinister music continues]

[font color="#ffff "]So how do we do this?[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]We call my guy and he
connects us to the boss.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Then call him.[/font]

No! No! No! No!

[ Speaking Spanish]
[ Isabel ] No!

[dramatic music playing]

[man] That's him. ETA?

Fifteen minutes.

Get us there in ten...
I can't have the girl talk.

[pilot] Hang on back there.
Gonna get bumpy.

[helicopter whirring]

[clamoring in Spanish]

[screaming]

[muffled screams]

[music ends]

- [muffled screams]
- [men yelling in Spanish]

[grunting]

[font color="#ffff "]End of the road, friend.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]You're going to die like an animal...[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]...at the hands of a child.[/font]

[whistles] José.

[ Isabel's muffled screams]
[Alejandro grunts]

[muffled] No!

[Speaking Spanish]

[font color="#ffff "]This is what you gotta do to be a hitman.[/font]

[muffled yelling]

[font color="#ffff "]sh**t him.[/font]

[Alejandro grunting]

[Alejandro's muffled yelling continues]

[footsteps approach]

[font color="#ffff "]Take it so you can be a soldier.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Let me do it. He's just a kid.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]He can do it.[/font]

[font color="#ffff "]Be brave, no fear.[/font]

[sinister music playing]

[screams]

[Isabel sobs]

- [Gallo speaking Spanish]
- [men shouting]

[whistles]

[engine starting]

[music becomes emotional]

Glad we didn't have to do that.

What about the girl?

[pilot] Two minutes out.

Matt?

Base, what's subject's
exact location inside the car'?

[man] Subject is back seat, right side
behind the passenger.

Prize is passenger side,
second seat, green Expedition.

Rules of engagement?

f*ck it all.

Wipe it clean.

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct excited chatter]

[all yelling]

[dramatic music continues]

[music playing on radio]

[man speaking Spanish]

[coughing]

[yelling and coughing]

[breathing heavily]

[coughing]

[helicopter approaching]

[helicopter whirring overhead]

[ Helicopter leaving]
[ Alejandro sighs]

[sinister music playing]

[font color="#ffff "]Jawi, don't sh**t! Just be ready![/font]

[rapid g*nf*re]

[yelling in Spanish]

[shouts in Spanish]

[in English] Stand up! Stand up!

[g*nf*re]

What are you doing?

Matt!

You're f*cking us!

- She said spotless.
- [Matt] f*ck 'em all.

She'll go into witness protection.

[dramatic music playing]

[eerie music playing]

[grunts]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[tires screech]

[seat belt clicks]

[distant shouting]

[music becomes emotional]

[coughing]

[coughs]

[sinister music playing]

[music continues]

[music intensifies]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Sit down.

[music slows]

So you wanna be a sicario.

Let's talk about your future.

[music intensifies]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music fades]

[melancholy music playing]

[music becomes emotional]

[music fades]