Shrapnel (2023) Movie Script
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- [Leigh] Dad?
Dad, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, I screwed up.
I'm in trouble. Please help.
- [Man] (speaks Spanish)
Hang up the phone.
Show me your hands.
- [Leigh] Oh God! (sobs)
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- It was right here.
- You sure you have the right-
- Yes, I'm fucking sure!
It was right fucking here!
(panting) Somebody saw me
here and they moved it.
- Why would anyone
do that, senor?
You do realize by coming
in here unaccompanied,
you're trespassing?
- The gate was open.
- Still trespassing.
Look, senor, perhaps
you were mistaken.
It's a very common car.
Maybe there was a similar
car to your daughter's
and the owner just happened
to come and pick it up
when you came for me.
Who knows?
- I know.
I fucking know.
The goddamn plates were on
the car, I told you that.
- Well, unfortunately,
Senor Beckwith,
we see this sort of
thing all the time.
A gringo like you finds out
someone he loves has
disappeared close to the border,
and he just points
his finger south
at all those
dangerous brown people
living just across the bridge.
- Don't play that bullshit
card with me, you got that?
- As I've said, Mr.
Beckwith, there's no proof
your daughter or her friend
ever even came here to Juarez.
- Her friends came
here to party.
They saw them.
They got no reason.
Look, I said the fucking
plates were on the car!
It's her car.
- Perhaps.
Unless these so-called friends
are the ones responsible
for their disappearances
in the first place.
You should go
home, Mr. Beckwith.
This is no place for you.
I told you, if we find
anything, I will call you.
Officer Sandoval here will
escort you back to the border.
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(cattle mooing)
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(door clicks)
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(feet thudding)
(door thuds)
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(Lauren sniffles)
- Hey.
Lauren.
- What?
You promised to keep us safe.
You didn't.
(sniffs) Get out!
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- She didn't mean it, you know?
She's just hurting
like the rest of us.
- No, she meant it.
And she's right.
- Sean, you didn't know
where she was going.
Neither of us did.
She knew how we felt about
her crossing the border.
That's why she didn't tell us
- When she left for school,
I was sick for a week.
I didn't tell you,
but every day,
sick to my stomach.
And I was worried about Daddy's
little girl in the big city,
the big dangerous city.
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Then she comes home for one day.
One fucking day.
She wanted to bring Lauren-
- What are you doing?
This is bad enough already
without imagining how
it could be worse.
What happened today?
What's going on, Sean?
You're talking
like it's hopeless.
Look at me.
I don't believe that.
I can't.
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Where did you get this?
- Leigh's car
- [Susan] (gasps) Where?
- In Juarez.
Impound lot somewhere
outside the city.
- Oh, no.
I mean, was there,
was there any sign of?
- No, there was nothing.
Nothing I could
see, no struggle.
- (gasps) That's good, right?
You told the police?
- Yeah.
And by the time we got back
to the lot, the car was gone.
- How is that possible?
What did the police say, Sean?
- They're in on it.
- What are you saying? Sean?
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- I know.
(Susan gasps)
(birds squawking)
(cattle mooing)
(car engine revving)
- How you holding?
- I'm holding.
- Yeah? Any leads?
- I'll tell you over a beer.
- So obviously they're
fucking in on it.
Can't say I'm surprised.
Mexico's a hard place
to be a good cop.
What about our team?
- Well, um, border patrol
has 'em crossing the bridge,
her and her friend, at 1900,
about a week ago, Monday.
And they confirm
there was no return.
- And they're sure about that?
- 100%.
- So what now?
What are they doing to help?
- Well, there's not
much they can do.
Their reach ends at the border.
- Look, she is out
there, brother.
Right? And we will find her.
Look, um, I mean, I don't
know if it'll do you any good,
but I was able to
get you a meeting
with the US Consul General.
And the other girl's old
man, too, if he's interested.
- Huh, I've been
trying to get in there
since this whole
thing began, man.
I tell you, they haven't
even called me back.
- Sometimes I guess it just pays
to be a charming, sexy-ass
motherfucker, you know?
- So how did that work with you?
(Max chuckles)
I appreciate that.
I really appreciate
that, brother.
- You know, I am there
whenever, wherever.
You know that, right?
- I know that.
- Good. (sighs)
If it were me, I'd forgo
all this political bullshit.
Roll over there,
grab that dirty cop,
waterboard the shit out of
him til he start talkin'.
- And what if he didn't?
- Blowtorch and pliers.
- If that didn't
work? Then what?
- Fuck, I don't know, man.
I would light that
place up and burn
that whole fucking
town to the ground.
- Well, you hold that thought.
I'll do it my way
for now, all right?
- You let me know if
you change your mind.
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(birds chirping)
- Consul General Marcus Dobson.
- Sean Beckwith.
This is John Langencamp.
He's, uh, Billie's dad.
- Good to meet you both.
Please, have a seat.
(Sean sighs)
I can't tell you how sorry I am
to hear about your daughters.
I'm a father myself.
Look, I wish I could
say this type of thing
was something
incredibly unusual,
but I can't.
Since this past fall
alone, 23 Americans
and at least 400 locals
have gone missing.
- Okay. So what can you do?
- There isn't a
great deal we can do.
Unfortunately, most of
the authorities here
are in bed with the cartel.
Can't really blame 'em.
Most people would rather
take a bribe than a bullet.
- What do you mean?
- Six months ago, a
tough-talking new police chief
got himself elected.
Later that day a
truckload of gunmen
blasted into his house
in broad daylight.
They killed him, his wife,
and his four children.
The guy was just trying
to do the right thing,
and by sundown he and his
entire family were dead.
You see, it sent a message.
In Juarez, you either get
on board with the cartel or.
- So are you saying
you think this cartel
might have something to do
with what happened to our girls?
- It's a possibility.
Or perhaps it's just as likely
your daughters
went to that party,
took a hit off the
wrong joint, and OD'd.
Someone panicked and-
- Leigh doesn't do drugs.
- All right, if you say so.
- I just did.
- Well, if it was the cartel,
then they've probably been taken
to one of their safe houses
until ransoms are paid.
- No one's asked for any money.
- Shit, I don't have any
money even if they did,
but yeah, we've heard nothing.
- Or.
- Or what?
- Your daughters
are beautiful girls.
Maybe someone grabbed 'em
and shipped 'em off
to one of their clubs.
- Clubs? Jesus.
- Look, I'm sorry. I'm not
trying to be insensitive.
Like I said, I have
a daughter myself.
I would want someone
to be straight with me
in your position.
- This Juarez
cartel, who are they?
- They call themselves
Los Mercenarios.
They're as bad as it gets.
Known for their brutality,
their shock and awe tactics.
- Shock and awe?
- Beheadings,
torture, you name it.
- They're all
ex-Mexican military.
- Former counter-narco
commandos.
Many of them are even trained
by our own military
at Fort Bragg.
Only now they've gone rogue
and ply their trade
moving narcotics,
sex trafficking, and gunrunning.
- It sounds like
you're telling us
that there's nothing you can do.
- Look, I don't think you
understand, Mr. Langencamp.
This is literally one of
the most dangerous places
in the world right now.
Just this last weekend,
there were 39 killings,
including the murders of
three police officers.
The two of you, just coming
here and poking around,
you're playing with fire.
- She's an American
citizen, General.
(Marcus sighs)
She's my daughter.
- Look, I know your
background, Colonel.
These guys are savages.
Every bit as ruthless as what
you faced in the sandbox.
Don't make the mistake
of underestimating
what I'm saying here.
They've got connections on
both sides of the border,
and trust me on this,
they don't care what
color your passport is.
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- Thanks for your help.
- Mercenarios are
business first, Colonel.
You get in the way
of that business,
they sense a threat, or think
there's an example to
be made in any way, and.
(door rattles)
(Marcus sighs)
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- [Reporter] Three
men died last night
in a confrontation
between 19 to 20-
- Jesus.
- [Reporter] Members
over a drug deal-
- [John] Sean!
- [Reporter] That borders
the Hotel Especial Cancun
and the Silver
Pearl Beach Resort.
Another person identified
as a hotel guest
was hospitalized
for a head injury.
The US government
is warning Americans
to exercise extreme caution
due to crime and kidnapping.
- Look at where we
are. This is insane.
- [Reporter] And to ourselves.
In the wake of
shootings between rival-
- Look, I want Billie back too,
as much as you want Leigh,
as much as any father
would, but (gasps) Sean.
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- Two south Texas girls
are missing in Mexico,
and their parents believe
it may have something to do
with the local cartels there.
Leigh Beckwith and Billie
Langencamp, both 18,
are believed to have crossed
the border into Juarez
early last week
to attend a party
and haven't been seen
or heard from since.
Leigh Beckwith's parents,
including her father,
Colonel Sean
Beckwith, a decorated
former United States Marine,
held a press conference
at their ranch
earlier today and made
an impassioned plea
for both girls.
- My daughter didn't
just disappear.
She and Billie didn't just up
and run off without a word.
Someone out there knows what
happened, where they are.
We are begging for
the safe return
of both Leigh and Billie
wherever they might be.
We, as well as the Langencamps,
just want our daughter
back. (crying)
- If your daughter should be
listening to this right now,
is there anything you'd
like to say to her?
- Leigh, we love you
(crying) so much.
- Yeah.
Oh yeah, um.
Leigh, I'll find you.
Wherever you are,
whoever you may be with,
I'll find you.
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(Victor speaking Spanish)
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(hooker moaning)
(Montoya grunting)
(door crashing)
(gun banging)
(hooker screaming)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Montoya grunts)
(Montoya and Sandoval gasping)
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(Montoya exclaims)
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(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Sandoval speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Sandoval speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Sandoval speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
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(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Sandoval speaking Spanish)
- No, no, no!
(gun bangs)
(Montoya screams)
(Montoya gasping and whimpering)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
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(Montoya gasping)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Montoya crying)
(Victor continues
speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Victor continues
speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
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(Victor sighs)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Victor sighs)
(Victor continues
speaking Spanish)
(chainsaw revving)
(insects chirping)
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(coyotes howling)
(Sean panting)
- Listen to that.
Wonder what's got
them so riled up.
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Where are you?
- I'm right here
- No, you're not.
Babe, talk to me.
- What do you want me to say?
- Really?
- I got nothing, Susan, I,
my words have no meaning.
I- I'm worthless.
- No. No, you don't
get to do that.
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It's not fair, Sean.
You don't get to shut me out.
You're not the only
one missing a daughter.
- I'm sorry.
You're right. You're
right, I'm sorry.
- I know. It's killing me too.
(Sean sighs)
Now we just have to have faith.
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(cattle mooing)
(horse nickers)
- Here you go.
Hey, hey. Come on.
(clicks tongue)
(bucket clanking)
There you go, babe.
(horse nickers)
(coyote howling)
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- What's going on?
- Coyote.
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(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
- Multiple systems
reeling on high-band.
Latest military-grade
jammers. 360 coverage.
Other than your team's
radio frequencies,
aren't any calls coming
in or out of that ranch.
- Have they seen us?
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
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music continues)
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(Carlos speaking Spanish)
- Susan!
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(rifle bangs)
- Mom?
- Yeah, honey?
- What's going on?
- It's nothing.
It's dad. He's just
looking for a coyote.
(Lauren sighs)
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- Susan!
(rifles banging)
(Susan gasps)
(Mercenario grunts)
- Oh Jesus.
(rifle banging)
Shit!
(rifle banging)
(Anastasio grunts)
(door thuds)
(suspenseful music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(car alarm beeping)
- The phone's dead!
- Get away from the window.
Go upstairs, get my
gun in the office.
- Sean, what's going-
- Fucking go!
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(Susan panting)
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
(rifles banging)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
- Call 911.
- [Lauren] Oh my God.
- What?
- There's no service.
(phone ringing)
- Hey, baby.
No. No, of course
I'm not at Manny's.
You know I can't
eat that garbage.
Yeah. No way.
I know, right?
- [Dispatch] Dispatch to
Sheriff Riggins. Do you copy?
We have a report of
shots fired. Over.
- Hang on, baby. I
got a call coming in.
Go for Riggins. Over.
- [Dispatch] Sheriff,
we have reports
of automatic gunfire
at the Beckwith ranch.
- Wait, what?
- [Dispatch] The call
came from Bill Mitchell.
Heard what sounded like
a full-fledged gunfight
coming from the Beckwith ranch.
(Riggins groans)
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- Alpha!
Delta!
(door thuds)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Harro panting)
(soft suspenseful music)
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
(dishes clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Carlos continues
speaking Spanish)
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(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
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(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
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(floorboard creaks)
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(floorboard creaks)
(rousing suspenseful music)
(dishes crunch)
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
- [Mercenario] No, no, no, no!
(rifle bangs)
(suspenseful music)
(hangers clatter)
(rifle banging)
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(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
- Shh, shh, shh, shh!
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
(Lauren whimpers)
(rifle banging)
(Lauren and Susan scream)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(Mercenario gasps)
(rifle bangs)
(rifles banging)
(Mercenario grunts)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(dramatic music)
(rifles banging)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Lauren and Susan sobbing)
- Sean!
- Dad!
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
- [Susan] Okay. (cries)
(Lauren whimpering)
- Shh!
(dramatic music)
(Susan gasps)
- Dad?
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(soft suspenseful music)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(soft suspenseful music)
(rousing suspenseful music)
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
(rifles banging)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Susan and Lauren gasp)
(suspenseful music)
(rifles banging)
(Susan and Lauren gasping)
- Dad!
- Sean!
- (panting) Out the window.
Out the window now!
(Susan and Lauren whimpering)
Right behind you.
(rifles banging)
(Mercenario yells and grunts)
(Mercenario groans)
(dramatic music)
(Mercenario yelling)
(rifle banging)
(Mercenario grunts)
(Montoya panting)
- Stay behind me.
(Montoya gasping and whimpering)
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(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
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(Montoya panting)
(Montoya whimpers)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Montoya panting and whimpering)
(suspenseful music)
- (speaks Spanish)
Really? That's your plan?
Threaten to shoot the guy
I sent up first? (chuckles)
The same guy, I almost
killed him myself last night.
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
- Carlos. (speaking Spanish)
Carlos?
(suspenseful music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
- What the hell?
Fuck!
Sheriff Riggins
to dispatch. Over.
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
- Riggins to dispatch. Over.
What the hell's wrong
with this piece of shit?
(suspenseful music)
(rifle banging)
Oh, shit!
(Carlos grunts)
(Montoya grunts)
(rifles banging)
(Mercenario yelling)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
- Fuck!
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
(rifles banging)
(Carlos grunting)
- Fuck it.
(suspenseful music)
(explosion booms)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Sean grunts)
- Dad?
- Sean!
(all three panting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(rifles banging)
(rifles continue banging)
(gun banging)
(Susan whimpering)
- Go to the truck.
- How about you?
- I can't leave him alone. Go!
- Dad!
- Sean! Sean!
(suspenseful music)
(rifles banging)
(Riggins grunts)
(rifles continue banging)
Go, go, go! Go!
(suspenseful music continues)
Yes! Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
(car alarm beeps)
Come on!
Come on! Come on!
(Sean grunting)
(car door thuds)
(rifle banging)
(Carlos screaming)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Susan gasping)
(dramatic music)
- You okay?
- She's okay.
I've got her.
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
- Oh God!
- What?
(dramatic music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(truck engines rumbling)
(Carlos grunts)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(dramatic music continues)
- Down!
(rifle banging)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(glass shattering)
(Susan and Lauren screaming)
(dramatic music)
- Mag!
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(tires crunching)
(truck engine revving)
(gun banging)
(Mercenarios grunting)
(Carlos grunting)
- (panting) My
daughter. Where is she?
- Fuck you.
(gun bangs)
(Carlos screaming)
You are a dead man. (grunts)
You and your whole
family are. (screams)
- I'm giving you
one more chance.
My daughter. Where is she?
- I don't fucking
know! (screams)
Wait, wait, wait! (gasping)
Those policias, they took her.
Your daughter and
her friend. (grunts)
They were given as
gifts. (gasping)
- To who?
- (screams) To my
brother, Victor!
He's the leader of
Los Mercenarios!
- Where do I find him?
(Carlos gasping)
(Carlos screams)
- In Juarez!
I can take you down there.
We own the whole city.
You will need me there.
(Carlos panting)
Don't leave.
You can't just leave
me out here. (grunts)
- Okay. I won't.
(gun bangs)
(Carlos grunts)
(suspenseful music)
Susan!
(Sean panting)
Now! Come!
Come, come! Let's go!
Now! Come!
- Lauren, baby. Stay with me.
- Now!
- Come on! Come on.
- Let's go!
Get in. Come on.
Come here, it's okay.
- What's happening?
- It's okay.
Come on. Here you go, baby.
Sit down.
I need your phone. Okay?
Whoever's still out there,
they're not gonna be
looking for this truck.
So you drive right
to the Rizzi's place,
go slow and steady, do not stop.
Then you call the police.
- Sean, no, I'm not
gonna lose you too.
What are you gonna do?
- I'm going to get
Leigh. (panting)
- [Susan] Sean!
(slow dramatic music)
(dog barking)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah?
- Yo, remember the way
you said you played?
- I remember.
- You ready?
- You just say the word.
- Look, they found me.
The scum that took
Leigh, they found me.
They came to my house.
They came after my family.
- [Max] Jesus, man,
are you all right?
- I know who they are.
Victor Garza.
Mercenarios cartel.
- [Max] Okay. Where are you?
- The old Big Chief off 86.
- All right. Let me
just get my gear.
(phone beeps)
(car engine rumbles)
(gentle dramatic music)
All right, so that's
our boy. Victor Garza.
The story of his exploits
would curl a maggot's stomach.
You know? Bad as it gets.
And that is his address.
Ain't exactly a secret.
As far as he's concerned,
he's un-fucking-touchable.
For good reason, I
guess. He's got an army.
Come here.
(suspenseful music)
- How are we gonna
get all this in?
- Nobody trying to keep
shit out of Mexico.
Just shit leaving.
We ain't bringing this back.
- Look, this is
probably gonna be it.
I need you to be sure. You sure?
- You know what?
I'm almost offended
you gotta ask me that.
- Let's go then.
(suspenseful music)
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(Leigh screaming)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
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- He's there.
(Victor speaking Spanish)
- And how many you
figure he has with him?
- 10, 20, with a QRF
of another 50 on standby.
- And how much time
you think we have
once they know we're inside?
- Before the QRF is on us?
(sighs) Maybe 10 minutes.
Gear up. Get their
shit together.
- Look, whether
she's alive or not,
nobody's getting out of there.
- Yeah well, I wouldn't
have it any other way.
You're not looking for a
hug right now, are you?
- Jesus, shut the
fuck up. Let's jog.
(knuckles rapping)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Eduardo speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Eduardo speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(rifle bangs)
(guards grunt)
(suspenseful music)
(rifle bangs)
(guard grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
(rifle bangs)
(guard grunts)
(dramatic music)
(rifle bangs)
(guard grunts)
(rifle banging)
(guard grunts)
(suspenseful music)
(guards speaking Spanish)
(rifle banging)
(guards grunt)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Eduardo speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Eduardo continues
speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
- [Man] Yes, sir.
Our team will get there
as soon as possible.
(phone beeps)
(dramatic music)
(rifle bangs)
(guard grunts)
(rifles banging)
(rifles continue banging)
(guards grunting)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
- Don't move.
Drop it. Drop it.
- What do you want?
Money? It's yours.
Name your price.
- Nah, there's not
enough money in the world
for you to slip the
reckoning you got coming.
- I don't even know
who the fuck you are.
(dramatic music)
- You remember me?
- Wait!
- Where's my daughter?
- Where's my brother?
Oh, Santisima Muerte has
blessed you this day.
- You'd better tell
me she's alive.
- Okay. She's life.
(Victor grunts)
- You took my daughter,
you fucking motherfucker!
(Victor speaking Spanish)
- You sent your fucking
dogs to my house!
(Victor grunting and groaning)
- (sobbing) Please.
- What? (panting)
What'd you say?
- She's alive! She's alive!
- Where?
- (gurgling) I'll
take you to her.
- Where? Where the fuck is she?
- She, she, (panting)
she's at the edge of town.
- Sean. We gotta roll.
- She's, she's close.
She's very close.
- Let me tell you
something, motherfucker.
You're lying, you're
gonna fucking regret me
not finishing you off right now.
(Victor screams)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, what's with the,
uh, severed animal heads
and the gory altars on
the side of the road, huh?
Hey, fucko!
I'm talking to you.
(Victor gasping)
- They are (gasps)
offerings.
- Offerings, huh?
- Yes.
To Santisima Muerte.
- Who?
- The patron saint of death.
We pray to her for protection.
- How's that working
out for you, huh?
- What we do is against God.
So we can only pray to
her to watch over us
when we die.
(suspenseful music)
(Max sighs)
(Victor grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Sean] What's
waiting for us inside?
- (gasping) I- I don't know.
I'm guessing that most of my men
are on their way
to the hacienda.
- What's your signal?
You got a special
knock, a signal?
- (grunts) Yes. Yes, yes.
(hand banging)
- Go.
(Victor grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(grenade rapping)
(rifle banging)
(wood crashing)
(explosion bangs)
(Victor grunting)
(rifle banging)
(Sean speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door bangs)
- I hope you die!
- No! No, no, no, no! (whimpers)
- Hi, baby, hi! It's Daddy.
- Dad? Dad?
- It's Daddy.
- (crying) I'm sorry.
- Hi, baby!
Hi, it's Daddy.
- I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- I love you.
- (crying) I'm so sorry.
- We have to go.
Easy. Fuck!
Come on, Billie.
- No! No!
- You have to get up.
- I can't. No, I can't!
- Come on!
- I can't! (crying)
- Okay. (panting)
- Get the fuck outta here.
- (panting) You take your time.
- Go.
- Santisima Muerte.
My protector when I die.
- (sighs) Well,
shit, I don't know,
but for your sake,
I hope you're right.
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(gentle suspenseful music)
(somber music)
(horse hooves crunching)
(solemn music)
(somber music)
(vocalist harmonizing)
(somber music continues)
(dramatic music)
(ominous dramatic music)
(ominous dramatic
music continues)
(ominous dramatic
music continues)
(ominous dramatic
music continues)
(ominous dramatic
music continues)
(dramatic music)
(logo crashing)
(logo whooshing)
(gentle dramatic music)
(waves crashing)
(seagulls squawking)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)
(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)
- [Leigh] Dad?
Dad, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, I screwed up.
I'm in trouble. Please help.
- [Man] (speaks Spanish)
Hang up the phone.
Show me your hands.
- [Leigh] Oh God! (sobs)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(suspenseful music)
- It was right here.
- You sure you have the right-
- Yes, I'm fucking sure!
It was right fucking here!
(panting) Somebody saw me
here and they moved it.
- Why would anyone
do that, senor?
You do realize by coming
in here unaccompanied,
you're trespassing?
- The gate was open.
- Still trespassing.
Look, senor, perhaps
you were mistaken.
It's a very common car.
Maybe there was a similar
car to your daughter's
and the owner just happened
to come and pick it up
when you came for me.
Who knows?
- I know.
I fucking know.
The goddamn plates were on
the car, I told you that.
- Well, unfortunately,
Senor Beckwith,
we see this sort of
thing all the time.
A gringo like you finds out
someone he loves has
disappeared close to the border,
and he just points
his finger south
at all those
dangerous brown people
living just across the bridge.
- Don't play that bullshit
card with me, you got that?
- As I've said, Mr.
Beckwith, there's no proof
your daughter or her friend
ever even came here to Juarez.
- Her friends came
here to party.
They saw them.
They got no reason.
Look, I said the fucking
plates were on the car!
It's her car.
- Perhaps.
Unless these so-called friends
are the ones responsible
for their disappearances
in the first place.
You should go
home, Mr. Beckwith.
This is no place for you.
I told you, if we find
anything, I will call you.
Officer Sandoval here will
escort you back to the border.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(solemn music)
(cattle mooing)
(solemn music continues)
(door clicks)
(somber music)
(feet thudding)
(door thuds)
(somber music)
(Lauren sniffles)
- Hey.
Lauren.
- What?
You promised to keep us safe.
You didn't.
(sniffs) Get out!
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
- She didn't mean it, you know?
She's just hurting
like the rest of us.
- No, she meant it.
And she's right.
- Sean, you didn't know
where she was going.
Neither of us did.
She knew how we felt about
her crossing the border.
That's why she didn't tell us
- When she left for school,
I was sick for a week.
I didn't tell you,
but every day,
sick to my stomach.
And I was worried about Daddy's
little girl in the big city,
the big dangerous city.
(somber music)
Then she comes home for one day.
One fucking day.
She wanted to bring Lauren-
- What are you doing?
This is bad enough already
without imagining how
it could be worse.
What happened today?
What's going on, Sean?
You're talking
like it's hopeless.
Look at me.
I don't believe that.
I can't.
(somber music)
(suspenseful music)
Where did you get this?
- Leigh's car
- [Susan] (gasps) Where?
- In Juarez.
Impound lot somewhere
outside the city.
- Oh, no.
I mean, was there,
was there any sign of?
- No, there was nothing.
Nothing I could
see, no struggle.
- (gasps) That's good, right?
You told the police?
- Yeah.
And by the time we got back
to the lot, the car was gone.
- How is that possible?
What did the police say, Sean?
- They're in on it.
- What are you saying? Sean?
(suspenseful music)
- I know.
(Susan gasps)
(birds squawking)
(cattle mooing)
(car engine revving)
- How you holding?
- I'm holding.
- Yeah? Any leads?
- I'll tell you over a beer.
- So obviously they're
fucking in on it.
Can't say I'm surprised.
Mexico's a hard place
to be a good cop.
What about our team?
- Well, um, border patrol
has 'em crossing the bridge,
her and her friend, at 1900,
about a week ago, Monday.
And they confirm
there was no return.
- And they're sure about that?
- 100%.
- So what now?
What are they doing to help?
- Well, there's not
much they can do.
Their reach ends at the border.
- Look, she is out
there, brother.
Right? And we will find her.
Look, um, I mean, I don't
know if it'll do you any good,
but I was able to
get you a meeting
with the US Consul General.
And the other girl's old
man, too, if he's interested.
- Huh, I've been
trying to get in there
since this whole
thing began, man.
I tell you, they haven't
even called me back.
- Sometimes I guess it just pays
to be a charming, sexy-ass
motherfucker, you know?
- So how did that work with you?
(Max chuckles)
I appreciate that.
I really appreciate
that, brother.
- You know, I am there
whenever, wherever.
You know that, right?
- I know that.
- Good. (sighs)
If it were me, I'd forgo
all this political bullshit.
Roll over there,
grab that dirty cop,
waterboard the shit out of
him til he start talkin'.
- And what if he didn't?
- Blowtorch and pliers.
- If that didn't
work? Then what?
- Fuck, I don't know, man.
I would light that
place up and burn
that whole fucking
town to the ground.
- Well, you hold that thought.
I'll do it my way
for now, all right?
- You let me know if
you change your mind.
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
- Consul General Marcus Dobson.
- Sean Beckwith.
This is John Langencamp.
He's, uh, Billie's dad.
- Good to meet you both.
Please, have a seat.
(Sean sighs)
I can't tell you how sorry I am
to hear about your daughters.
I'm a father myself.
Look, I wish I could
say this type of thing
was something
incredibly unusual,
but I can't.
Since this past fall
alone, 23 Americans
and at least 400 locals
have gone missing.
- Okay. So what can you do?
- There isn't a
great deal we can do.
Unfortunately, most of
the authorities here
are in bed with the cartel.
Can't really blame 'em.
Most people would rather
take a bribe than a bullet.
- What do you mean?
- Six months ago, a
tough-talking new police chief
got himself elected.
Later that day a
truckload of gunmen
blasted into his house
in broad daylight.
They killed him, his wife,
and his four children.
The guy was just trying
to do the right thing,
and by sundown he and his
entire family were dead.
You see, it sent a message.
In Juarez, you either get
on board with the cartel or.
- So are you saying
you think this cartel
might have something to do
with what happened to our girls?
- It's a possibility.
Or perhaps it's just as likely
your daughters
went to that party,
took a hit off the
wrong joint, and OD'd.
Someone panicked and-
- Leigh doesn't do drugs.
- All right, if you say so.
- I just did.
- Well, if it was the cartel,
then they've probably been taken
to one of their safe houses
until ransoms are paid.
- No one's asked for any money.
- Shit, I don't have any
money even if they did,
but yeah, we've heard nothing.
- Or.
- Or what?
- Your daughters
are beautiful girls.
Maybe someone grabbed 'em
and shipped 'em off
to one of their clubs.
- Clubs? Jesus.
- Look, I'm sorry. I'm not
trying to be insensitive.
Like I said, I have
a daughter myself.
I would want someone
to be straight with me
in your position.
- This Juarez
cartel, who are they?
- They call themselves
Los Mercenarios.
They're as bad as it gets.
Known for their brutality,
their shock and awe tactics.
- Shock and awe?
- Beheadings,
torture, you name it.
- They're all
ex-Mexican military.
- Former counter-narco
commandos.
Many of them are even trained
by our own military
at Fort Bragg.
Only now they've gone rogue
and ply their trade
moving narcotics,
sex trafficking, and gunrunning.
- It sounds like
you're telling us
that there's nothing you can do.
- Look, I don't think you
understand, Mr. Langencamp.
This is literally one of
the most dangerous places
in the world right now.
Just this last weekend,
there were 39 killings,
including the murders of
three police officers.
The two of you, just coming
here and poking around,
you're playing with fire.
- She's an American
citizen, General.
(Marcus sighs)
She's my daughter.
- Look, I know your
background, Colonel.
These guys are savages.
Every bit as ruthless as what
you faced in the sandbox.
Don't make the mistake
of underestimating
what I'm saying here.
They've got connections on
both sides of the border,
and trust me on this,
they don't care what
color your passport is.
(soft suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
- Thanks for your help.
- Mercenarios are
business first, Colonel.
You get in the way
of that business,
they sense a threat, or think
there's an example to
be made in any way, and.
(door rattles)
(Marcus sighs)
(door thuds)
- [Reporter] Three
men died last night
in a confrontation
between 19 to 20-
- Jesus.
- [Reporter] Members
over a drug deal-
- [John] Sean!
- [Reporter] That borders
the Hotel Especial Cancun
and the Silver
Pearl Beach Resort.
Another person identified
as a hotel guest
was hospitalized
for a head injury.
The US government
is warning Americans
to exercise extreme caution
due to crime and kidnapping.
- Look at where we
are. This is insane.
- [Reporter] And to ourselves.
In the wake of
shootings between rival-
- Look, I want Billie back too,
as much as you want Leigh,
as much as any father
would, but (gasps) Sean.
(dramatic music)
- Two south Texas girls
are missing in Mexico,
and their parents believe
it may have something to do
with the local cartels there.
Leigh Beckwith and Billie
Langencamp, both 18,
are believed to have crossed
the border into Juarez
early last week
to attend a party
and haven't been seen
or heard from since.
Leigh Beckwith's parents,
including her father,
Colonel Sean
Beckwith, a decorated
former United States Marine,
held a press conference
at their ranch
earlier today and made
an impassioned plea
for both girls.
- My daughter didn't
just disappear.
She and Billie didn't just up
and run off without a word.
Someone out there knows what
happened, where they are.
We are begging for
the safe return
of both Leigh and Billie
wherever they might be.
We, as well as the Langencamps,
just want our daughter
back. (crying)
- If your daughter should be
listening to this right now,
is there anything you'd
like to say to her?
- Leigh, we love you
(crying) so much.
- Yeah.
Oh yeah, um.
Leigh, I'll find you.
Wherever you are,
whoever you may be with,
I'll find you.
(soft suspenseful music)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
(slow dramatic music)
(hooker moaning)
(Montoya grunting)
(door crashing)
(gun banging)
(hooker screaming)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Montoya grunts)
(Montoya and Sandoval gasping)
(suspenseful music)
(Montoya exclaims)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Sandoval speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Sandoval speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Sandoval speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Sandoval speaking Spanish)
- No, no, no!
(gun bangs)
(Montoya screams)
(Montoya gasping and whimpering)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
(Montoya gasping)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Montoya crying)
(Victor continues
speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Victor continues
speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(soft suspenseful music)
(Victor sighs)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Victor sighs)
(Victor continues
speaking Spanish)
(chainsaw revving)
(insects chirping)
(somber music)
(coyotes howling)
(Sean panting)
- Listen to that.
Wonder what's got
them so riled up.
(solemn music)
Where are you?
- I'm right here
- No, you're not.
Babe, talk to me.
- What do you want me to say?
- Really?
- I got nothing, Susan, I,
my words have no meaning.
I- I'm worthless.
- No. No, you don't
get to do that.
(solemn music continues)
It's not fair, Sean.
You don't get to shut me out.
You're not the only
one missing a daughter.
- I'm sorry.
You're right. You're
right, I'm sorry.
- I know. It's killing me too.
(Sean sighs)
Now we just have to have faith.
(somber music)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(cattle mooing)
(horse nickers)
- Here you go.
Hey, hey. Come on.
(clicks tongue)
(bucket clanking)
There you go, babe.
(horse nickers)
(coyote howling)
(solemn music)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
- What's going on?
- Coyote.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
- Multiple systems
reeling on high-band.
Latest military-grade
jammers. 360 coverage.
Other than your team's
radio frequencies,
aren't any calls coming
in or out of that ranch.
- Have they seen us?
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(solemn music)
(soft suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(soft suspenseful music)
(soft suspenseful
music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
- Susan!
(suspenseful music continues)
(rifle bangs)
- Mom?
- Yeah, honey?
- What's going on?
- It's nothing.
It's dad. He's just
looking for a coyote.
(Lauren sighs)
(dramatic music)
- Susan!
(rifles banging)
(Susan gasps)
(Mercenario grunts)
- Oh Jesus.
(rifle banging)
Shit!
(rifle banging)
(Anastasio grunts)
(door thuds)
(suspenseful music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(car alarm beeping)
- The phone's dead!
- Get away from the window.
Go upstairs, get my
gun in the office.
- Sean, what's going-
- Fucking go!
(suspenseful music)
(Susan panting)
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
(rifles banging)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
- Call 911.
- [Lauren] Oh my God.
- What?
- There's no service.
(phone ringing)
- Hey, baby.
No. No, of course
I'm not at Manny's.
You know I can't
eat that garbage.
Yeah. No way.
I know, right?
- [Dispatch] Dispatch to
Sheriff Riggins. Do you copy?
We have a report of
shots fired. Over.
- Hang on, baby. I
got a call coming in.
Go for Riggins. Over.
- [Dispatch] Sheriff,
we have reports
of automatic gunfire
at the Beckwith ranch.
- Wait, what?
- [Dispatch] The call
came from Bill Mitchell.
Heard what sounded like
a full-fledged gunfight
coming from the Beckwith ranch.
(Riggins groans)
(suspenseful music)
- Alpha!
Delta!
(door thuds)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Harro panting)
(soft suspenseful music)
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
(dishes clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Carlos continues
speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(floorboard creaks)
(suspenseful music continues)
(floorboard creaks)
(rousing suspenseful music)
(dishes crunch)
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
- [Mercenario] No, no, no, no!
(rifle bangs)
(suspenseful music)
(hangers clatter)
(rifle banging)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
- Shh, shh, shh, shh!
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
(Lauren whimpers)
(rifle banging)
(Lauren and Susan scream)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(Mercenario gasps)
(rifle bangs)
(rifles banging)
(Mercenario grunts)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(dramatic music)
(rifles banging)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Lauren and Susan sobbing)
- Sean!
- Dad!
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
- [Susan] Okay. (cries)
(Lauren whimpering)
- Shh!
(dramatic music)
(Susan gasps)
- Dad?
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(soft suspenseful music)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(soft suspenseful music)
(rousing suspenseful music)
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
(rifles banging)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Susan and Lauren gasp)
(suspenseful music)
(rifles banging)
(Susan and Lauren gasping)
- Dad!
- Sean!
- (panting) Out the window.
Out the window now!
(Susan and Lauren whimpering)
Right behind you.
(rifles banging)
(Mercenario yells and grunts)
(Mercenario groans)
(dramatic music)
(Mercenario yelling)
(rifle banging)
(Mercenario grunts)
(Montoya panting)
- Stay behind me.
(Montoya gasping and whimpering)
(suspenseful music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Montoya panting)
(Montoya whimpers)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Montoya speaking Spanish)
(Montoya panting and whimpering)
(suspenseful music)
- (speaks Spanish)
Really? That's your plan?
Threaten to shoot the guy
I sent up first? (chuckles)
The same guy, I almost
killed him myself last night.
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
- Carlos. (speaking Spanish)
Carlos?
(suspenseful music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
- What the hell?
Fuck!
Sheriff Riggins
to dispatch. Over.
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(Anastasio speaking Spanish)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
- Riggins to dispatch. Over.
What the hell's wrong
with this piece of shit?
(suspenseful music)
(rifle banging)
Oh, shit!
(Carlos grunts)
(Montoya grunts)
(rifles banging)
(Mercenario yelling)
(Mercenario speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
- Fuck!
(rifle bangs)
(Mercenario grunts)
(rifles banging)
(Carlos grunting)
- Fuck it.
(suspenseful music)
(explosion booms)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Sean grunts)
- Dad?
- Sean!
(all three panting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(rifles banging)
(rifles continue banging)
(gun banging)
(Susan whimpering)
- Go to the truck.
- How about you?
- I can't leave him alone. Go!
- Dad!
- Sean! Sean!
(suspenseful music)
(rifles banging)
(Riggins grunts)
(rifles continue banging)
Go, go, go! Go!
(suspenseful music continues)
Yes! Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
(car alarm beeps)
Come on!
Come on! Come on!
(Sean grunting)
(car door thuds)
(rifle banging)
(Carlos screaming)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(Susan gasping)
(dramatic music)
- You okay?
- She's okay.
I've got her.
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
- Oh God!
- What?
(dramatic music)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(truck engines rumbling)
(Carlos grunts)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(dramatic music continues)
- Down!
(rifle banging)
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(glass shattering)
(Susan and Lauren screaming)
(dramatic music)
- Mag!
(Carlos speaking Spanish)
(tires crunching)
(truck engine revving)
(gun banging)
(Mercenarios grunting)
(Carlos grunting)
- (panting) My
daughter. Where is she?
- Fuck you.
(gun bangs)
(Carlos screaming)
You are a dead man. (grunts)
You and your whole
family are. (screams)
- I'm giving you
one more chance.
My daughter. Where is she?
- I don't fucking
know! (screams)
Wait, wait, wait! (gasping)
Those policias, they took her.
Your daughter and
her friend. (grunts)
They were given as
gifts. (gasping)
- To who?
- (screams) To my
brother, Victor!
He's the leader of
Los Mercenarios!
- Where do I find him?
(Carlos gasping)
(Carlos screams)
- In Juarez!
I can take you down there.
We own the whole city.
You will need me there.
(Carlos panting)
Don't leave.
You can't just leave
me out here. (grunts)
- Okay. I won't.
(gun bangs)
(Carlos grunts)
(suspenseful music)
Susan!
(Sean panting)
Now! Come!
Come, come! Let's go!
Now! Come!
- Lauren, baby. Stay with me.
- Now!
- Come on! Come on.
- Let's go!
Get in. Come on.
Come here, it's okay.
- What's happening?
- It's okay.
Come on. Here you go, baby.
Sit down.
I need your phone. Okay?
Whoever's still out there,
they're not gonna be
looking for this truck.
So you drive right
to the Rizzi's place,
go slow and steady, do not stop.
Then you call the police.
- Sean, no, I'm not
gonna lose you too.
What are you gonna do?
- I'm going to get
Leigh. (panting)
- [Susan] Sean!
(slow dramatic music)
(dog barking)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah?
- Yo, remember the way
you said you played?
- I remember.
- You ready?
- You just say the word.
- Look, they found me.
The scum that took
Leigh, they found me.
They came to my house.
They came after my family.
- [Max] Jesus, man,
are you all right?
- I know who they are.
Victor Garza.
Mercenarios cartel.
- [Max] Okay. Where are you?
- The old Big Chief off 86.
- All right. Let me
just get my gear.
(phone beeps)
(car engine rumbles)
(gentle dramatic music)
All right, so that's
our boy. Victor Garza.
The story of his exploits
would curl a maggot's stomach.
You know? Bad as it gets.
And that is his address.
Ain't exactly a secret.
As far as he's concerned,
he's un-fucking-touchable.
For good reason, I
guess. He's got an army.
Come here.
(suspenseful music)
- How are we gonna
get all this in?
- Nobody trying to keep
shit out of Mexico.
Just shit leaving.
We ain't bringing this back.
- Look, this is
probably gonna be it.
I need you to be sure. You sure?
- You know what?
I'm almost offended
you gotta ask me that.
- Let's go then.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Leigh screaming)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- He's there.
(Victor speaking Spanish)
- And how many you
figure he has with him?
- 10, 20, with a QRF
of another 50 on standby.
- And how much time
you think we have
once they know we're inside?
- Before the QRF is on us?
(sighs) Maybe 10 minutes.
Gear up. Get their
shit together.
- Look, whether
she's alive or not,
nobody's getting out of there.
- Yeah well, I wouldn't
have it any other way.
You're not looking for a
hug right now, are you?
- Jesus, shut the
fuck up. Let's jog.
(knuckles rapping)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Eduardo speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Eduardo speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(rifle bangs)
(guards grunt)
(suspenseful music)
(rifle bangs)
(guard grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
(rifle bangs)
(guard grunts)
(dramatic music)
(rifle bangs)
(guard grunts)
(rifle banging)
(guard grunts)
(suspenseful music)
(guards speaking Spanish)
(rifle banging)
(guards grunt)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(Eduardo speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Eduardo continues
speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
- [Man] Yes, sir.
Our team will get there
as soon as possible.
(phone beeps)
(dramatic music)
(rifle bangs)
(guard grunts)
(rifles banging)
(rifles continue banging)
(guards grunting)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
- Don't move.
Drop it. Drop it.
- What do you want?
Money? It's yours.
Name your price.
- Nah, there's not
enough money in the world
for you to slip the
reckoning you got coming.
- I don't even know
who the fuck you are.
(dramatic music)
- You remember me?
- Wait!
- Where's my daughter?
- Where's my brother?
Oh, Santisima Muerte has
blessed you this day.
- You'd better tell
me she's alive.
- Okay. She's life.
(Victor grunts)
- You took my daughter,
you fucking motherfucker!
(Victor speaking Spanish)
- You sent your fucking
dogs to my house!
(Victor grunting and groaning)
- (sobbing) Please.
- What? (panting)
What'd you say?
- She's alive! She's alive!
- Where?
- (gurgling) I'll
take you to her.
- Where? Where the fuck is she?
- She, she, (panting)
she's at the edge of town.
- Sean. We gotta roll.
- She's, she's close.
She's very close.
- Let me tell you
something, motherfucker.
You're lying, you're
gonna fucking regret me
not finishing you off right now.
(Victor screams)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, what's with the,
uh, severed animal heads
and the gory altars on
the side of the road, huh?
Hey, fucko!
I'm talking to you.
(Victor gasping)
- They are (gasps)
offerings.
- Offerings, huh?
- Yes.
To Santisima Muerte.
- Who?
- The patron saint of death.
We pray to her for protection.
- How's that working
out for you, huh?
- What we do is against God.
So we can only pray to
her to watch over us
when we die.
(suspenseful music)
(Max sighs)
(Victor grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Sean] What's
waiting for us inside?
- (gasping) I- I don't know.
I'm guessing that most of my men
are on their way
to the hacienda.
- What's your signal?
You got a special
knock, a signal?
- (grunts) Yes. Yes, yes.
(hand banging)
- Go.
(Victor grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(grenade rapping)
(rifle banging)
(wood crashing)
(explosion bangs)
(Victor grunting)
(rifle banging)
(Sean speaking Spanish)
(Victor speaking Spanish)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door bangs)
- I hope you die!
- No! No, no, no, no! (whimpers)
- Hi, baby, hi! It's Daddy.
- Dad? Dad?
- It's Daddy.
- (crying) I'm sorry.
- Hi, baby!
Hi, it's Daddy.
- I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- I love you.
- (crying) I'm so sorry.
- We have to go.
Easy. Fuck!
Come on, Billie.
- No! No!
- You have to get up.
- I can't. No, I can't!
- Come on!
- I can't! (crying)
- Okay. (panting)
- Get the fuck outta here.
- (panting) You take your time.
- Go.
- Santisima Muerte.
My protector when I die.
- (sighs) Well,
shit, I don't know,
but for your sake,
I hope you're right.
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(gentle suspenseful music)
(somber music)
(horse hooves crunching)
(solemn music)
(somber music)
(vocalist harmonizing)
(somber music continues)
(dramatic music)
(ominous dramatic music)
(ominous dramatic
music continues)
(ominous dramatic
music continues)
(ominous dramatic
music continues)
(ominous dramatic
music continues)