The Shepherd: Border Patrol Page #3

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And add to this

the customs agent we purchased...

...we're not gonna have a problem.

And if the sh*t hits the fan?

Titanium-plated armor,

dual-enforced steel-capped tires.

It's a B-29 Superfortress.

Oh, yes.

My bad.

Hey, where you going, Jack?

Change back to my civvies.

Damn, it's cold.

Even my butt is frozen.

Bet you thought New Mexico was

toasty all the time, didn't you, Jack?

Yep.

Good boy. Good boy.

Yes.

May I see your ID, please?

Where are you headed, Father?

We are going to assist

at the new cathedral in Las Cruces.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Agent Webster, possible situation,

Checkpoint 4. Copy?

He marked us.

Rally up!

Get down! Get down, everybody!

Get down! Get going!

Get down! Get down! Get down!

Get down, everybody!

Get down! Get down! Get down!

Tell everyone to shut up

and hold on.

Shut up and stay in your seats!

Shut up.

All units, multiple automatic weapons,

several casualties reported.

All units, establish blockades in

the northbound lanes of Highway 11...

...at the Main Street bridge.

Let's go.

-Give me a gun up front.

-Get a gun up front.

You heard him! Get up there!

We got him.

Bridge. Let's go for the bridge.

Hold on.

It's that same agent.

Sh*t.

The border.

We can't go into Mexico.

F*** the border.

This is not good.

Check the merchandise.

Are you ready for this?

-Jack.

-Yeah?

Let's move.

-I am U.S. agent.

-Yes.

Because of him, the Federales

now have $35 million of my heroin.

So I want him here,

I want him alive...

...and I want him now.

This is all we could find on him, sir.

I have a problem.

Agent Jack Robideaux

and Agent Pawnell...

...disappeared in Mexico

during the chase.

Pawnell's wife is gone

and his house is empty.

What a nightmare.

I need your help.

I'll never understand you Americans.

Can't you fight each other

in su pas?

Why?

Why do you have to bring it here?

I can assure the people

of Columbus...

-That's exactly what I'm saying.

-...that I will do everything I can...

...to bring the perpetrators

of this vile crime to justice.

Will you excuse me a moment?

Captain Garcia?

What about our boy...

...Agent Robideaux?

He didn't show up to my party.

He's in a district jail in Palomas.

Well, we better

do everything we can...

...to get him back here

in time for the election.

People are upset.

I'm bleeding votes here.

Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know

if I answered all your questions.

Time to leave, muchacho.

Detail, forward march.

Come right, march.

Detail, halt.

Right face.

Cover.

Parade rest.

This is a day of mourning.

A day to honor those brave agents...

...that have made the ultimate sacrifice

to protect us.

I ask that you please

respect their memory.

God bless America.

Detail, forward march.

Hello? Ramona?

Ramona, is that you?

-Emile?

-S, it's me.

-Where are you?

-I'm not sure. I don't know.

Okay, just relax.

Just tell me where you are.

I think I'm at a place--

Las Palomas.

Stay there.

Just listen to me. Stay right there.

I'm on my way.

Thanks for joining us, Jack.

I've had my eye on you.

I'm certain you wanted to meet me

as well...

...otherwise you wouldn't have

gone to all this trouble.

So, what you gonna do now, hero?

No more bullshit.

It's time for the truth.

You can't just be

a border-patrol agent.

Those guys are like dogs

yapping at the fence.

-I'm a border-patrol agent.

-That's a good one, yeah.

Your partner told me that story.

New Orleans cop,

pretty convenient with the hurricane.

Who can argue with that?

But I'm Special Forces, Jack...

...surrounded by the finest fighters

in the world.

So I know

you're no f***ing beat cop.

I'm not a beat cop.

I'm just a border-patrol--

Border-patrol agent. Right.

Who you working for, Jack?

NSA? FBI? Homeland Security?

The State Department?

I'm a border-patrol agent.

He's more stubborn than I thought.

Did they train you

how to withstand torture?

Because they trained me

how to administer it.

Sorry, Jack.

But, you, you deserve this.

Is that all you got, b*tch?

Oh, I get that

you don't care about your own life...

...but I have a feeling

you care about others.

Don't listen to him, Jack.

My dad always said

flowers would shut up a woman.

He was wrong.

Your father is a piece of sh*t.

You tell me who sent you...

...or I swear

I'll blow her f***ing brains out.

Three, and she's dead.

One.

Two.

Okay. Okay, okay, I'll tell you.

Don't hurt her.

Okay, I will tell you.

I had a family.

And then....

And then...

...my daughter died

from your drugs.

She died because of your greed.

Because of your disrespect

for human life.

She was barely 16.

I buried her three months ago.

At her grave,

I swore I would kill you.

I'm really sorry about your loss,

Jack.

I must ask, why me?

I don't go

anywhere near New Orleans...

...so you shouldn't have

a personal vendetta against me.

I'm just a little fish in a big pond

full of much bigger sharks.

-For me, it's the same.

-Oh, yeah, I believe you. Yeah.

You're a real American hero.

Just like these guys...

...our fallen brothers

in Afghanistan...

...the soldiers there.

Jack, don't get me started.

-This is my vendetta.

-The war was never about you, man.

You f*** with me, my business...

...you make it about me.

Now, I want you...

...to beg for her life.

Do it.

Okay.

Please...

...shoot me.

It's not her fault.

That might be the most

suck-filled begging I've ever seen.

You can save the world,

but you can't save her.

Just like your daughter. Oh, yeah.

Wrong detonator.

See, the Federales confiscated

$35 million of my assets.

Guess what.

It is my lucky day.

The American government

and its people go absolutely ape-sh*t...

...when two Americans

cross the border.

But when real-life heroes,

like ourselves...

...go missing, take a bullet,

does anyone care?

So, what does Uncle Sam see in you

that I don't?

Untie me and find out.

You know, I can take what I want...

...when I want.

Okay, bring him in.

-Emile?

-Sorry, Ramona.

He has nothing to do with this.

Let me show you how this works.

No! No!

The Federales want you back.

There is no guarantee

as to how you'll be returned to them.

Injured, maimed or in body bags.

Do you want that?

They're all yours.

Put them in the wine cellar.

you are now connected

to the SA T-phone link.

I've just heard

some very disturbing news...

-...that you've lost our merchandise.

-It's all under control, sir.

Under control?

Losing a multimillion-dollar shipment

is not an example of being in control.

-I'll get it back.

-you know the rules.

At some point, we will be out

of options. Consider yourself notified.

Can you have a conversation

with Sheikh Ahman?

-And I'll contact you in 50 minutes.

-Data received.

Transmission completed.

Pawnell.

I'm real sorry, Jack.

But don't hate the player,

hate the game.

It's all about the money.

Twenty G's to turn a blind eye.

You could've had some too.

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