The Shepherd: Border Patrol

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Six o'clock.

-Go dark.

-Copy that.

Keep it tight. No sound.

Get down! Get down!

-On your knees!

-Get down!

Jamal Al Din.

Where is Jamal Al Din?

Get up.

Mama!

Mama!

You wanna die?

No sweat off my ass.

Jamal Al Din.

You're gonna tell me.

-Okay?

-Stand! Stand against the wall!

Against the wall!

-Get your hands behind your head!

-Come on! Over here! Don't move!

-Turn around.

-Right there, right there!

Jamal Al Din, or you go:

Good.

Move.

Hello, hombre.

-I'll call you when I get there.

-Sounds good.

Go to your right.

-Thanks.

-Yeah.

Oh, really? Why don't we get personal

with it, right?

This is Jack Robideaux.

He's joining us

from the Homicide Division...

...of the New Orleans

Police Department.

Looks a little crazy, doesn't he?

Hey, buddy,

what's the rabbit's first trick?

Grab a seat, Mr. Dolittle.

We were just going over

an action-item list from the FBI.

There's a new breed

of smugglers and dealers...

...who are operating in this region.

The guys we're talking about

could be former American military:

Navy SEALs, Rangers, Delta,

some of our best.

Those bloody mercenaries

coming back from the war...

...and something snaps.

Now they're looking

for the biggest available paycheck.

And right now that paycheck

is coming from the drug lords...

...just across the border.

There's one common link:

They've all served with this man.

Now, we don't know his name,

but he is making his mark.

These guys aren't thugs.

They're a well-funded mercenary army

with a sizable bankroll.

And if this escalates...

...this could turn into a real war

on American soil.

Any questions?

Okay, that's all.

Mr. Robideaux,

can you wait a second?

Captain Ramona Garcia. Welcome.

Don't think I'm gonna

cut you any slack because you're new.

This is not New Orleans,

the rules are different...

...and if you can't work with them,

you'll be in deep sh*t with me.

-Yes.

-There are two reasons...

...for getting into border patrol.

Either you wanna uphold the law...

...or you wanna beat the sh*t

out of illegals for kicks.

-No, that's not--

-Columbus is a very violent town.

Stay out of trouble with the locals.

Am I making myself clear?

Yes, ma'am.

Good. We'll get you partnered up.

I work best alone.

Not in my unit you don't.

-Your rabbit got a name?

-Yeah. Jack.

Pretty creative on your part.

I would rather spend time

with my aunt Flora...

...than spend another weekend

with you.

Motel Stepburn on Highway 31

four miles outside of town...

...is not a weekend getaway.

-Yeah, yeah, I know.

-Well, why you done that?

Forty hours in a cramped room...

...with stale pizza, horrible lighting

and bad sex.

Shut up, Lexxi!

Good times.

I wouldn't laugh if I were you.

I might just find someone

more interesting.

Hey.

-What'll you have, cowboy?

-A cheeseburger and a Coke, please.

You hear that, Jed?

He said ''please.''

Now, why can't you be more like him?

Your Coke.

And for your little rabbit.

Thank you.

I'll have your burger in a second.

And if there's anything else you need,

sweetie, I'm Lexxi.

That's quite a bunny

you have there.

Now, that's not very nice,

ignoring me when I'm talking to you.

Especially since you've already shown

what a gentleman you are.

-Jed.

-Shut up, Lexxi.

I think Lexxi likes you,

and that means I don't.

I'm just trying to have a meal.

I'm trying to figure where you get off

making me look bad with my girl.

-Check, please.

-Okay.

I guess not.

-Let's go.

-We need to get going, hon.

Good evening.

But it wasn't my fault.

She asked for my help. I helped her.

Then she comes back at me with that.

What could I do?

Everybody's playing with me, man.

-Damn.

-You need to listen to me.

I told you yesterday

not to mix it up with the locals.

Then you went and kicked the sh*t

out of four guys at Connie's bar.

I have enough problems

without your bullshit.

Don't mistake these tits

for weakness, Jack.

I have no problem

sending you back to New Orleans.

Yes, ma'am.

This is your new partner,

Agent Pawnell.

He's gonna keep your nose clean,

or I'll kick both your asses.

-Crouching tiger, hidden rabbit.

-Nice to meet you.

It won't happen again.

Agent Pawnell

is one of our more talented officers.

And, Jack, all you need to do

is shut up and listen.

I understand my job, ma'am.

I'll just observe.

Hey, man, she likes you.

That's her way of being friendly?

Yeah. Of course she's hot.

Hottest girl in Columbus. Crazy hot.

I can barely take her anyplace

without causing a scene.

Hell, I'll even introduce you

to her sister. She's a looker.

If you don't mind a little extra meat.

Earth to Jack.

-I'm listening.

-So tell me about you.

Nothing to tell.

Sure there is. For one,

what's the deal with the rabbit?

Rabbits...

...don't make a sound.

Pancho Villa himself.

The only place in America

to endure a ground invasion...

...and they put a statue and build

a memorial for the son of a b*tch.

Every day we're dodging bullets

from the Mexican side.

These coyotes seem to know

our moves before we even make them.

More guys have died this year

than the previous 10. It's crazy.

Either they're listening

to our coms...

...or they got someone

on the inside.

Hey, Millie's gonna

pick me up tomorrow.

Be careful with the company wheels,

man.

See you at 11.

Action doesn't start until after lunch.

Cool, man.

Who is your friend, Billy?

Hey, baby.

This is my new partner, Jack.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

Come on, baby.

Jack's gotta be heading back to work.

-Have a good night.

-See you later, man.

-Good night.

-Good night, man.

I have to sleep.

Got a job to do.

Jack.

We got a potential Code 19

at Highway 11 and Craft Road.

Let's roll.

They'll sneak in

from another direction. Let's go.

Jack. What the hell are you doing?

Trust me.

That was a diversion.

I'm telling you,

they're gonna come through here.

And if they do, we're out of here.

We'll come back

when they get us the right equipment.

What have we here?

What do you see?

About 10 runners and the coyote.

Right in front of us.

-All right, let's go get them.

-I don't think so.

What are we supposed to do,

let them go free?

Look closer.

My wife and kids

need me to come home alive.

Over there.

Don't move. Pawnell?

On your knees! On your knees!

Do it, a**hole!

What you have in here? Heroin?

Por favor, what?

Don't move.

Good job, buddy.

Enjoy.

Yo, Jack, what you doing, man?

-Pawnell, stay there.

-Put some cuffs on the kid.

And call the bomb squad.

Come on. Move it. They're near.

I need the bomb squad.

Repeat, bomb squad at Highway 11

and Alberta.

-Copy that.

-We're right behind you. Don't move.

I'm on my way.

They're on their way.

-Okay, let's go.

-Let's go. Get them in.

-We're coming.

-All right, you in?

-Hold on.

-Lock it in.

Let's get four.

-You're on standby.

-Coming through.

All right, he's good to go.

Let's move, people.

Oh, boy, I don't believe this.

Okay.

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