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your and their parents recognizance...

that the boys are out there poppin'

off rounds at people in the first place.

- No, you tell them...

- Did you talk to the D.A. yet?

You told him what's goin' on here?

You told him about your

boy's involvement? Huh?

No, no, no...

You go ahead and you

call him, and you tell him

how you tampered with

the damned evidence!

- Hello, Seor.

- Hola.

Thank you for, uh,

bringing mija my house.

Gracias.

Son-in-law.

Oh, si.

Bueno.

- Evening.

- Good evening.

- Citizenship?

- American.

- Do you have some I.D.?

- I do.

- Roy?

- Edward.

Hi, Flora. How are you?

Oh, good to see you, Edward.

Hey, Roy, listen. I was really

sorry to hear about Livy.

- What are you doing in Mexico?

- Droppin' off a friend.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Well, it was good to see you both.

Same here.

You can't walk in here and tell

me that Ramirez is without blame.

I mean, none of this would have happened if

it hadn't been for those goddamn Mexicans

- walkin' across your land.

- None of this would have happened...

if you'd changed the combination

on your goddamn gun locker.

Okay, but you got to

do one thing for me.

Those boys got to pay for what

they did, Randall. Sean does too.

I know that, and I know he does,

and he's gonna have to live with it...

- for the rest of his life.

- So do I.

All I'm asking you...

is that you say something on

his behalf at the deposition.

I'm asking you as a father,

and as a friend.

It was an accident.

Randall...

The only way I will do that is if he tells

the truth about what happened out there.

He will.

You know, being a

dumbass is no excuse.

I know that.

All right.

Yours?

Mine and my wife's.

- Horse man.

- Oh, si.

Shadow.

Yeah.

Livy loved her pony.

Come on, Philly!

Advance.

- Right.

- Okay.

Okay.

Bueno.

Yeah, so you better ndale, Seor.

Good.

Si.

Okay.

Adios.

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