Sicario Page #4

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- Two beers.

Thank you.

I want a cigarette so bad.

Macer?

Yeah?

I hate to go on about this,

but I think the bra situation's

the least of your problems.

Okay...

'Cause you look like sh*t.

You do. You look like sh*t.

Everybody on the team's talkin' about it.

They're like, "Kate used to be

a number one draft pick.

"Now look at her.

She looks like f***in' sh*t."

Look at you. Your eyebrows are a mess.

No, they're not!

They're like caterpillars, like wild beasts.

You're losing weight...

I'm eating.

Look at you. What is it, one T-shirt a week?

At least work

on your personal hygiene, huh?

You sound like my mother.

Maybe I am your mother.

First we work on personal hygiene,

then we move on to the shopping.

Get you some potatoes, yeah?

Eat some food...

Where have you taken me?

What is this place?

It's a bar.

It's full of cowboys.

I'm a cowboy.

You're a redneck.

I'm a redneck. Got a trailer. Got a wife.

What are you talking about?

I got a trailer, I got a wife. She's my sister.

Hey, Reg!

- Ted!

- What's goin' on?

- Long time. How you been?

- Yeah, it's good to see you, man.

Good to see you, too. How you been?

Gettin' your groove on, huh?

We're just startin'. We just got here.

All right. You gonna introduce me, man?

Ted, Phoenix PD, Kate, my partner.

How you doin'? Just Ted, it's fine.

I saw you play softball once.

Softball?

She was at the game, Ted.

The game?

Where you struck out in slow-pitch softball.

You played really, really well.

I appreciate that.

I'm gonna head back to that bar now.

Can I get y'all another round?

Yeah, sure.

All right.

Ted, he's a good guy.

Divorced.

Just give me one second,

I'll be right with you.

All right...

Just wait, wait a second...

What, what? Is it too much?

Just wait one minute.

I just need a second.

All right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Hey, Kate?

Hey! Hey, come here, stop, stop, talk to me.

Just talk to me. Okay?

Relax. Okay? Just take it...

Whoa, sh*t! Kate...

What is it? What? Stop.

Stop. Stop.

Sh*t, What the f***! What did you...

- Don't...

- What the f*** are you...

God damn!

You f***in' try to shoot me?

You f***in' crazy?

- Stop that!

- Get off me!

F*** that...

Damn it, Kate! Just f***ing stop!

Stop!

Stop, b*tch! Stop! F***!

F***in' stop!

Stop.

F***!

This is you, you hear me? You did this.

You did this.

You used me as bait.

Nah, you used yourself as bait.

I told you not to go in the bank.

You brought him back here, though.

That was smart.

Yeah. Love how

we're gonna pretend like I planned this.

Why don't you just write that in your report.

Come on! This is good news!

They're gonna call Manuel back soon.

Isn't that the point?

It's okay, Reg.

I thought he was a friend.

I know.

- Want me to stay tonight?

- No. I'm good.

- You sure?

- I'm good.

How y'all want me to talk to you

when you keep f***in' hittin' me?

How many other corrupt motherfuckers are

you workin' with on this side of the border?

All right. Look...

It's exactly what I told you, all right?

They came to me

and they wanted details about our case,

and yes, I did it, I gave it to them,

but I never wanted anybody to get hurt.

I would have never gotten involved

with them pieces of sh*t

if I thought that there was any...

F***! Okay! F***! Okay!

"Okay, okay, okay,"

is not what we're lookin' for, Ted.

You know what the beauty is

of you being so beat to a pulp?

'Cause no one's gonna notice

a few more scratches.

This is a new deal, Ted.

I'm the one who decides whether

your daughter'll get Federal protection,

F***.

Or whether we post

your ex-wife's address on the Internet.

I decide whether you go to prison

in a work camp in Missouri,

or a kill house like Corcoran.

All right.

This is where you negotiate

how to survive, my friend.

Okay. Look...

I feel like this whole thing's

just gotten away from me...

I f***ed up. Okay, I f***ed up

and I'm in over my f***in' head right now.

I'm sorry...

F*** it! Get it out! Get it the f*** out!

F***! Get it the f*** out! Get it out!

Motherf***er! And f*** you!

F***!

How many officers

do they have working on the force?

I'll tell you anything you wanna know.

You just gotta promise me that

my daughter's gonna be safe, okay?

You make me that promise.

You want the truth?

Please.

Give me all the names

of all the motherfuckers

they got working on the force.

Okay, okay...

- All right?

- Okay...

Okay. So, which phone do we start with?

It's in that one. That shitty one.

- That's the shitty one?

- Yes, sir!

How you feelin'?

Better.

Well, you should've shot him.

I just tried to have sex with my hitman.

Nah. He's no assassin.

He just wanted to know what you know.

They're after us, not you.

Thank you.

You remind me

of someone very special to me.

Get some rest.

Tomorrow they'll call Manuel Diaz

back to Mexico,

and we'll cut a leg from them.

Hello, sixty.

We have eyes on the objective.

Can we get a closer visual?

Ten meters going by the eastern ridge.

Papa?

- Football?

- Si, Papa.

No!

Come on in.

Tasty beverage?

Okay, boys.

What's going on? What's the plan?

We're going hunting.

Looks like Manuel Diaz

is being called back to Mexico.

Just waiting for confirmation.

There's the tunnel right there.

All right, listen up.

Let's clarify the op.

We're gonna drive to location,

proceed on foot...

- How are you?

- Good. How are you?

- I'm fine.

- How's the neck?

It's better, thank you.

Good, good.

These diagrams are based on

other tunnels that have been mapped.

They're for reference only,

they're not accurate.

Once on the Mexican side of the border,

there'll be a small staging area,

then another shaft

will lead to the main warehouse

and the road that returns to Mexico.

Once we clear the mules,

we don't expect more than a dozen bandits.

No, they use Mexican police

for vehicle transport.

If you see a uniform in the tunnel,

consider him a bandit, too.

Okay. You want to discuss ROE?

Nah, we'll save that for later.

Okay.

This is an in and out.

We're clearing, placing an agent.

It's all about creating a diversion.

Want the mother of all diversions, boys.

Need a lot of noise.

Fourth of July on steroids.

All right. Weapons check. Let's go, boys.

This looks like confirmation.

- I need to fit your guy with a locator.

- Yeah, do it.

Those are Special Ops.

Are we going in on this?

Nah. You guys aren't really dressed for it.

You didn't f***in' tell us.

Yeah, well, you two went

cryin' to Daddy yesterday, and we

- don't want Daddy to know everything.

- Give me a f***ing break!

All right, we'll get you some extra gear.

We have tac gear in the car.

All right. Good. You guys will hang back

when we get there, okay?

Then why are we going?

'Cause CIA

can't operate within US borders

without a domestic agency attached.

I told you you'd be useful.

So, that's it. That's why I'm here.

Yeah, that's it.

That's why you're here.

Hey, we find any drugs,

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