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Yeah, are you

still at work or what?

Right.

Well, you know, hon...

I've got to go.

I've got to go.

Got some work to do.

Right. I love you, too.

You can't do this.

I don't have a choice.

You can't do this, man.

Right there.

Right there, Davis.

Yeah. Yeah,

there you are.

Looks like a size eight.

Probably a teenager.

He's alone.

Okay. Let's go. That way.

So the guy

pulls a gun, and he says,

"I didn't come for your gold.

I came for the justice."

And then the wagon blew up.

Blah, ba-blah, ba-blah.

They leave these

movies open for sequels

all the time,

and that's the problem.

They just want to

make more money.

Right. It was a terrible movie.

The girl at least like it?

"The girl"? What girl?

The girl, the one that you said

you were meeting from El Paso.

Oh, my god.

That was a complete bust.

I ended up seeing

the f***ing movie by myself.

What?

Yeah.

The second I pull up,

she gets in the car,

she starts

talking about champagne.

"Champagne, I wanna taste some.

"I wanna try

champagne tonight."

You think there's anywhere in this f***ing

bullshit town that sells champagne?

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, what?

Hold on.

What's the matter?

He stopped.

Hmm.

What are you seeing here?

Well, he stopped there,

and he's shuffling.

Indentation is deeper here

on this edge,

so he probably switched the bag

over to the other shoulder.

Which probably means

he's gonna start...

It means he's turning left.

Nice.

Yeah.

See? I'm listening, man.

I am. I'm learning.

Hobbs ain't gonna believe it.

I don't believe it, either.

I can't believe I can do this.

What? What is it?

What the sh*t is that?

The kid's

definitely a drug mule.

Not sure which cartel, though.

I didn't know

these things were real.

I thought those

were just stories.

It's not just a Hobbs story.

They do this for safe

passage across the desert.

Looks like he brushed out.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't touch it.

What, you think I'm gonna get

possessed by demons or something?

I'm just saying.

I'll touch it.

Good lord.

I see you girls finished

playing grab-ass out there.

Decided to come

out here and help me.

We almost had him, Hobbsy.

I was right there.

What happened?

He outrun you or something?

No, he, uh, started at the wall,

started bearing left.

Davis caught it.

Miracle of god.

Yeah, then he brushed out.

Kid got to see his

first shrine, though.

You didn't touch it, did you?

See, that's what Flores said.

Y'all are too superstitious.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

See any action

while we were gone?

No, just a car

full of frat boys.

Forgot how to get back.

Looked like they had a pretty

rough time down there,

so I didn't mess

with them too much.

Still early, though.

I hate to say it,

but I don't think we're gonna

see much out here today.

I don't know, Flores.

It was the sound of that wind

that brought me here to set

up this point this morning.

Do you remember what old

Louise used to say about that?

Yeah, it's how she found you.

That's right.

Hold on.

We got something.

Time to earn your money, boys.

Let's see what you got, junior.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Turn your car off

for me for a minute.

Thank you.

You a U.S. citizen?

Yes, sir.

Hmm. Where are you heading?

I work on Mr. Copeland's

ranch off 617.

I'm going into town

to get some alfalfa.

Can I see some

identification, please?

All right, Mr. Ferrara.

You buying anything else

that looks like alfalfa?

Um, no, sir.

Good. All right, thank you.

You have a nice day.

Boy, you're forgetting

more than I know.

Did you expect this checkpoint

to be here today, Mr. Ferrara?

Excuse me, sir? Did you

expect this checkpoint...

Thank you, sir.

You're free to go.

Please. Thank you

for your cooperation.

Thank you, sir.

Mmm-hmm.

That's the kind

of mood you're in?

That's Alberto, man.

I know that's Alberto,

and this is my point.

Forget it.

All right, 3-2.

You ready, Davis?

No. No, wait. Hold up.

That's 3... it's 3-3.

No, it's 3-2...

Mickey mantle, here you go.

Watch this.

There you go.

We got 4-2.

That's a double. We got a ghost

man on second. Go ahead.

Oh, swing, batter, batter.

One, two.

Go, man! One more.

Come on.

Stop the car.

Stop the car.

Okay, keep going.

Go up to him.

What are you stopping for, sir?

Sir, he asked me to stop.

You guys saw it when I made

him stop and then come up?

No, you didn't see that?

D*ckhead.

I did see that. I did.

Okay, that was funny.

Come on.

I pay attention.

"Hey, stop.

Okay, keep going."

Just f*** with them. I'm

so f***ing bored out here.

Cone Olympics.

Cone Olympics.

I got it.

Here, I got you a chair, Hobbs.

Yeah.

Here's a chair for you.

That's cute.

That's cute, boys.

If you don't wanna play cone

Olympics, just have a seat.

If he sits down, he won't

be able to get back up.

Ready?

Oh.

Ah!

So these shotguns

are sticking out the back

of one of the vans,

and boom, boom!

They start dumping

hot lead on us,

all the while cutting across

through the onion field,

heading down to canyon road

straight for the border.

Now, old Shepherd, he's driving.

It's long before he was stuck

doing all that desk duty.

He managed to get us right

up behind that vehicle.

I lean out,

and with this pistol,

one shot, that tire's shredded.

And this Van flips over and

topples down into the canyon.

We head down there,

and there's all these

kangaroos standing around.

These wetbacks were smuggling

kangaroos in a Van into Mexico.

Come on, man.

Well, they shot first.

It's not what I'm saying. You

know what I'm talking about.

I'm serious.

You go down there,

you can still find kangaroos

if you know where to look.

Let me finish?

Okay, fine. Go ahead.

Just stop, please. Just stop

saying "wetbacks" altogether.

Oh, come on. "Wetbacks,"

"back scratches."

It don't matter to me, knowing

they swim over or crawl under.

Back when I got started,

it wasn't so PC.

It was either

"wets" or "Tonks."

And do you call your kids that?

What?

Do you call your kids

"wetbacks" and "Tonks"?

I mean, do you say it like, "hey,

Tonk, go to the bathroom,"

or, "come eat your food,

Tonk," or...

You watch it.

All right.

It's different. I'm talking

about bona fide criminals here.

All right, all right,

all right. Let's drop it.

No, no, no.

Come on, now.

How about that little kid

you was tracking earlier?

I mean, can we call

them "drug mules,"

or is that gonna offend

your delicate sensibilities?

No, of course. I mean, sure.

Yeah, they're mules.

But they're still

little boys underneath it.

Uh-uh, no, sir.

That all changed when

they picked up that AK,

decided to become soldiers, and

they will be treated as such.

Well, I just wanna know,

just for clarification,

just so we can get all

the terminology right,

do you want us to call you

an "a**hole" or a "douche"?

'Cause you're both of them,

and I wanna get it right.

"Mr. a**hole."

Mr. a**hole, got you.

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