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gonna be up for that.

Mmm.

He's always up for anything.

Yeah, but...

Right now he...

He's got a...

A what?

Runny nose.

He has a cold?

Yes. Yes.

And you?

Do you wanna go dancing?

I like older man.

With a long

list of experiences to share.

I put David to bed.

What?

He's tired.

Yeah.

What?

Come on, we gotta go, sweetie.

We're gonna be late!

New generations.

Ugh.

What did you get?

The ass.

Come on, man.

What did you get?

I got the ass! It's...

I tried to fish out

their last Skype conversation.

I didn't have much time.

Basically, from what I can tell,

ass-man has the token.

The token, I want the money.

I don't know what the token...

What the f*** is the token?

The token is what you need

to get the money.

It's a small device that

grants network access.

There we go.

It's basically

a consistently changing

authorization number

that millionaires will use

to keep hackers like me

out of their bank account.

He was short,

cute and interesting,

with a crew cut

and a Latino accent.

Garza.

Too bad he's gay.

That is not Garza.

Krishna needed a banker

of some sort.

That has to be who this is.

I'll tell you what, you

give me a couple of minutes

and a couple of Brewskis, and

I'll tell you where he lives.

By the way, you owe me 10 bucks.

You're right.

He was pretty good, though.

A guy like you

gets a girl like that?

How does that happen?

I've never had a girlfriend.

You're sure this is it?

Good morning, guys.

The I.P. Address points his

computer to be in this town.

Hey. Order the cheapest thing

on the menu, okay?

Put a face on that ass.

I'll be right back.

Ah! No!

- This is bad!

- You okay, buddy?

I've been there, man, trust me.

Let me buy you a drink and you

can tell me all about it, okay?

Thank you, thank you.

You're my friend, right?

I am your friend, don't worry.

Let's get a drink.

- Wait a second.

- That was close.

Sorry, sweetie, no kids allowed.

D'you have a pen?

Oh, sure.

Yeah, thanks.

It's $23. $6 for the beer,

$17 for the double Margarita.

One more double.

Hey.

Do you know the banker

who works across the street?

Yeah.

It's that guy.

You're the banker?

You have my gun.

No, no, no, no!

I left it in the toilet.

Guasa, the banker is mine.

I torture the banker,

get the token.

Let's not torture the banker,

I'll just give you the token.

You know I love

coming here, right?

You see? That's my baby,

right there.

Yeah.

Hi, guys!

Hi, sweetie.

Do you know

if I poke your artery

you will die

in three minutes, right?

I'm gonna need

that f***ing Margarita.

Hey, kid.

Do you have any coins?

Yeah, but if you kill him,

he dies without telling us

where the token is.

Let's not kill him.

I'll just show you

where the token is.

All right?

Okay.

I don't have any, uh...

Have any more...

Now he brings

the f***ing Margarita.

Take this.

And get yourself

something, okay?

Okay.

It's okay! It's okay!

He told me all the waitresses

here love Mexicans.

And she liked it.

What?

Hey!

Take it easy.

Freeze, a**hole!

We don't want any trouble.

We're just leaving.

Drop your f***ing guns,

you motherfuckers!

I know!

Do not use that thing in here.

Hey, kid! Kid!

Get out of here!

You shouldn't see this.

Come on, boy.

Go.

Thank you!

Go.

And the kid?

Why does he get to go?

I'm gonna get you out of here, baby.

It's gonna be okay.

Did he tell you

where the token is?

No, he's too drunk!

Then sober him up!

F***ing Mexicans...

Sprinklers?

That was nice.

Waitress kiss?

That was hot.

Ah.

Alvin.

Find out what happened here.

I'd like to know.

How much did he drink, man?

He's like not even...

He's not even breathing.

What?

He's dead.

What? Dead?

He's dead?

Shut up, kid! There's a trooper ahead!

Act normal.

All right, pull the car over,

get weekend at Bernie off me!

The token.

He didn't tell me.

The token!

What do you want me to do?

He didn't say anything.

He has the token!

Ha-ha!

Oh, man!

Okay...

So what are we gonna do

with the dead guy?

Whoo!

"He wants to cry."

You know? Like...

He wants to cry!

He wants to cry!

You have everything?

Token, accounts...

I'll deactivate some security

gates and then, uh...

you can give me my 25 grand.

Twenty-five?

Now I understand why porky

and Guasa want to kill you,

you little sh*t.

Porky? Porky's mi amigo.

We located the suspects

in a two-door convertible,

heading south

towards the border.

Please notify border patrol.

What?

The trooper.

Garza...

What?

The car's stolen.

What?

Dispatch, this is

Charlie David four.

We're in pursuit of three male

Caucasian suspects. Requesting backup.

We're coming in.

Hey, let us through.

Those two are wanted.

Welcome to Mexico.

Let's go.

No armed foreigner can step into

Mexico without a federal permit.

Oh, man.

Only if you are planning

to invade Mexico.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Just go to the office,

fill out the forms.

You gotta be the first gringo

to cross the desert back

into Mexico without papers.

So, where is your girlfriend?

I don't know.

Santos kidnapped her.

Are you serious?

I'm sorry, buddy.

I thought those things

only happened in the movies.

Bad movies...

Perfect!

Wait, wait, wait!

We have to run.

What?

Run!

That revolver only has six shots!

You have three left!

Two.

- You're out!

- I know!

What are we gonna do?

Bingo!

What? Is your grandfather

wiring us money?

Why the hell do you

wanna go there?

What do you think, they

wire money in an envelope?

They have Internet.

I know what "pendejo" means.

It didn't finish, man!

Get in!

Where are we going?

Who are you?

Can you please just

take us with you?

Please?

Just drop us off at the next

city that you go through,

just don't leave us here.

So why did Santos

kidnap your girlfriend?

He wanted me to help him

escape from prison.

Maria is pregnant.

Oh, my god!

And he killed my compadre.

What is "compadre"?

Have you ever seen

the movie El padrino?

The godfather?

Mmm-hmm.

Uh...

It's got nothing

to do with that.

You don't like all the members

of your family, right?

Surely you have

a cousin that you hate?

No, I don't have any cousins.

Well, think...

think of someone that

is not your blood...

but you really like and trust...

and you wish

he could be your family...

so when you have a son...

you could ask him

to be "El padrino,"

and that makes him

your "compadre."

So I could be your compadre.

No.

I already had one.

Mmm-hmm.

Porky?

Come on!

You got everything? Yeah!

Hurry!

Clutch! Clutch!

Go, go, go, go, go!

They weren't spies.

Who?

My parents.

They weren't spies.

They died in a car accident

when I was one.

Left me with my grandpa.

I barely knew them.

Except for like photos and

stories my grandpa told me.

Stuff like that.

When you lose someone really close,

it takes away a part of you.

You feel lost.

Sometimes, you may meet

people along the way that...

will help you find yourself.

What about you?

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