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My wife.

Elena didn't wanna come.

I promised her

that we would be okay.

She's pregnant,

and she's gonna die here,

because of me.

We're gonna die here.

No one's gonna die.

I can get the cops here,

bust us all out.

I write for the Arizona current.

Whatever it is you're brewin',

no one here is drinkin', cerote!

He's gonna get us

all out of here.

You're a journalist, right?

Who the f*** are you?

I'm a journalist.

And he's gonna

bring the police.

It's not what you think.

I'm three months into

going undercover in Mexico,

to buy a cross from a coyote

who's involved in

a human smuggling ring.

What does that mean?

It means, if they let me

make a phone call,

there's someone

waiting to trace it,

and put these guys' faces on

every front page in the country.

You've been here for four days

while I'm being roughed up

downstairs

and you haven't told anyone?

I wanted to expose more people,

bigger people.

F***.

It's over.

They bust the house,

we all walk out free.

We lock the bad guys up!

Fantastico!

They'll knock those putos

over the head,

but while this guy goes back to

his nice little house downtown

and washes this costume off,

you and me, we're gonna be

in a real f***ing prison,

waiting, until they send us back

to where we all came from.

But you'll be alive!

Will I?

You may not be able to relate

to that, journalist,

but there's a reason

we left our homes.

I go back to tegucigalpa, papa,

and they're gonna

chop my head off.

There's a contract

on my head there.

There's a contract

on your head here.

Did you hear what he said?

He can get us out of here!

It's not all about you!

Don't talk to me

about what I want!

You wanna stop the love session

going on with your girl,

that's what you want!

But it ain't about you either,

cerote!

Rafa's brother trying to wire

money from San Salvador, right?

And your sister is working

on rounding up some cash, no?

My cousin's driving money over

from Kansas City.

He'll be in Phoenix in two days.

You wanna get sent back?

Speak up!

Now.

No.

Thanks for the noble crusade,

for the rights of the poor

centroamericanitos!

But we don't want a crusade.

We don't want new laws.

We don't wanna be in the papers.

We want a life.

I'm walking out of here

in two days, papa.

I'm never going back to tegus.

Never.

You keep your mouth shut.

When is the police coming?

You wanna get sent back?

I don't like it here.

I don't like it here either,

Antonio.

They put a phone in my hand,

I'm splitting this house

wide open.

Six months ago...

I got a call

from my cousin from Mexico.

Says he's in trouble.

Says he needs money.

It was weird.

I hadn't seen him

or talked to him

since we were, like, eight.

I hung up.

Two days later,

they call me again...

I don't know

what they were doing to him,

but the screams were...

They had me.

I would've paid anything!

The line cut,

and they didn't have enough time

to ask for anything.

You know what's gonna happen

to me if someone talks, yeah?

Come on!

Come.

What's a guy like you doing,

trying to get into America?

I mean, did you have a job?

I used to deliver booze bags

mama made at the house.

So, your mama made you

the bag b*tch,

so everyone would think

you had a job. Cute.

- It was a job.

- -Mm.

It was a job?

So where's all your money?

Where's all your money?

Huh?

-Why did you have to leave?

-I...

Come on!

What would possess

a guy like you

to make that journey?

My mama thought I could

send some money back,

so we could...

Mama sent you.

Mama sent you.

What did they say back home?

"This guy is going to El norte?"

"This guy?"

How the f*** did you

even make it here?

I can't call home!

If I call,

everything was for nothing.

The train.

The desert. That room!

If I call,

it would be like if I failed.

Again.

You know what I'm gonna do,

for you?

I'm gonna call your mama myself.

And I'm gonna tell her

that you're dead,

and that you failed,

right to the end.

Alright, we gotta start

clearing this room!

Now, some of you have got leads

that we need to finalize.

Who wants to go first?

Tegus!

We got an address

for your cousin.

What's happening?

They're onto him!

Let's go.

Did something happen?

No.

So you think...

San Diego's gonna come

through for you?

Yeah. I... I think...

Uh...

Did you change your mind?

About what?

Let's make a phone call.

Right.

Here! Let's call.

Let's go in the other room.

Why don't you write about this?

That's one down!

Silo's gonna love that.

You're the one

who picks up the pollos!

Maybe I should let you

tell your cousin

how you picked up a f***ing

reporter from the current,

and nearly put us all

on the front page!

You wrap that sh*t up!

Psst!

Rafa!

Shh, shh, shh, shh...

Stop!

You stay off of me, cerote!

We left for a reason too.

I didn't want my baby

growing up in a place

where she had to be scared

all the time.

We left

because of bastards like you.

I'll work...

Huh?

I'll do whatever.

Anything.

My wife.

You have to promise

that she's gonna be okay.

You'll work.

Why didn't I think of that?

Of course!

You'll work!

You can trim my hedge!

Or mow my lawn,

or wash my car...

How about you wipe my ass

after I take a sh*t?

That's what I need.

Not your f***ing work!

Maybe I should just shoot you,

and put your wife to work!

She can make me some money.

Let's go ask elenita.

- I don't have anything!

What do you want me to do?

Did they do this to...

You got two choices,

you motherf***er!

You either pay, or you end up

wrapped in plastic,

with mister newspaperman.

- Huh?

- -Wyler!

Wyler!

Silo.

Yeah?

You cashing me out this Sunday?

Yeah, no, I know

i said by the weekend, but...

You're losing pollos out there!

You know how this happens!

Some of these guys

have just been here two days!

You take the backend,

how I handle the middle

is up to me.

There has to be a backend,

that's the point!

We got 22 more coming, who will

be dropped at your house.

You take them to chino's,

or some other house!

Stall them in the f***ing desert

for all I care!

Don't tell me

where to drop them!

-Fine.

-You're cashing me out,

and they're getting dropped

at your house!

Fine!

You told him

about the f***ing reporter.

What I tell silo or

don't is none of your business.

Everything that happens

in this house

is my f***ing business!

Silo knows.

Silo knows what i

f***ing put in his pocket.

Yeah?

He ain't happy with what you

been putting there lately.

Or how.

He needs someone

to do what needs to be done

to get these pesos

from these pollos,

not someone

with a nice button-up shirt,

that sides with

the spick b*tches...

They could be f***ing n*ggers

for all I care.

You don't pay up

when he shows up,

the n*ggers are takin' over.

Oh, hey! There you are!

I've been looking for ya.

Yeah...

They're just saying that

they're having a barbecue...

Next Friday?

Friday evening.

They were saying we should

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