- No!
- Victor 107.
- Victor 107, go ahead.
- Still waiting on Argenta.
She said she was coming 20 minutes ago.
- Had to reroute for a UAC call.
Working on your relief.
- How long we talking?
- No ETA yet.
- Hey, chief, where's your bathroom?
Baño?
- Customers only.
- Well, maybe you can make an exception.
Or you can sell me one of these boxes.
I'll take a shit in that instead.
All the way down on the left.
Hey, it's occupied.
Just a second.
I'd give it a minute if I were you.
Tried to warn you.
Victor 107 to dispatch.
- Victor 107, go ahead.
- I'm gonna need some backup at the U-Store-All Plus
on the southwest corner of Airway Road.
I've got a tunnel approximately 30 feet deep.
- Copy, Victor 107.
We got a major bailout at the Otay Villa Apartments
by Echo One, 12 UDAs.
Will send support ASAP.
- Shit.
Fuck.
- Oh, shit.
Stop! Stop! Don't shoot in the tunnel!
Get the fuck out!
Get out, come on!
- There's the man of the hour.
You know damn well you shouldn't have gone down there.
- What are you gonna do, fire me?
Hey, thanks, man.
- It was a hell of a bust, though.
Talking CNN-level shit.
DEA brass is gonna be posing for pics
in that tunnel for weeks.
- Hey, I can get back down in that tunnel,
you know, snake it out, see where it goes.
- Eh, you've done enough.
Go on back to the station. I'll be right behind you.
Good work.
- What'd he tell you?
- How we doing, fellas?
Glad we could clean this up for you.
Surprise!
- Holy shit.
Aw, come on.
- Here you go, Clemens.
- No, no, I'm good. I'm good.
I think we got him.
- Hey. - Hey, man.
I thought I made it clear that I didn't want a party.
- Hey, hey, don't blame me, all right?
This was all Joe Don's idea.
- Oh. - Except, uh... except for this.
I had everyone sign it. Go on, open it up.
I figured you, uh... You'd hate that.
- You're right.
- Look, Ben, before you go,
I want to thank you for looking out for me.
- No, no, don't do that. - Hey, come on, let me finish.
- I'm giving you a direct order.
Shut the fuck up and drink.
I'm gonna miss you, you crusty bastard.
- Hey, y'all, listen up for just a second.
I just want to raise a beer to Agent Ben Clemens.
- Ben, after 32 years of distinguished service,
the United States Customs and Border Protection
officially kicks your ass out the door.
To Ben Clemens, y'all!
- My guinea pig had babies.
You said you bought two boys.
- Well, looks like I was wrong.
Go watch TV.
- Ah.
- Are you going today? - Yep.
- Ben.
Thank you.
I hate to ask, but how long do you think it's gonna take?
- I won't know till I see it.
- Ben, I loved my husband,
but Javi took a second mortgage on the house
to pay for Mexico.
I have a meeting with the bank
to see if they'll give us an extension,
but they're gonna foreclose on our house here
if I don't pay for Mexico soon, and...
- There won't be enough to cover the loan
without finishing the cabin.
- Yeah.
We need to sell.
I'm sorry.
- Hey, we both know Javi
would have dragged me down there anyway.
He was a good guy, but he was a shit carpenter.
Javi didn't leave us much, but he left us you.
- Do you need help, sir?
- No, no.
I'm very strong.
- You don't recognize me without my uniform,
do you, Alvaro?
- Stop!
God damn it, just stop!
How many times you gonna do this dance, huh?
- What's up, old-timer?
- Joe Don, I need a 10-16 at the Home Depot on Plaza.
I must have picked this asshole up five times
in the past year alone.
- Ben, there's protocol.
- Fuck protocol.
He's right here, standing in front of me.
I can bring him in if you want.
- Ben, it's not your job anymore.
Gotta go, buddy.
- You gonna let me go now?
No, no, no, no.
Do I look like I need a necklace?
- There you go.
That's better.
- What a shithole.
Ugh.
Ooh... ugh.
God, Javi.
Fucking...
Jesus.
Ugh.
Christ.
Fuck this.
Javi, you were a fucking pig.
- This okay?
- Yeah, can I get a... menu?
Menu?
- Hi.
No menus necessary. We make what's fresh here.
- Oh, uh...
got any fish tacos?
- The best you'll ever have.
- Sold. - Okay.
- And un cerveza, por favor.
- Okay.
- Ahh.
- What brought you to Estrella de Mar?
- A friend of mine used to eat here all the time,
and he was very picky about his Mexican food.
- Smart friend. And what's his name?
- Javi Lopez.
- He was a good customer.
- Javi was well-liked around here.
You worked together?
- He was my partner.
- Sorry for your loss.
- I'm Neto.
This is Eduardo.
- And Luis. - Mucho gusto.
- Ben.
- You taking over Javi's old place?
- I'm gonna fix it up, try to sell it for his family.
- The sooner you finish it, the better, amigo.
- Gracias.
- You're welcome.
- Hey. - Hey, stranger.
- What's up?
- Well, not that you need the reminder,
but you know, Kate's party's tomorrow.
Did you forget?
- No.
Well, it starts at noon.
So come anytime.
- Look, Jill, I really wish I could,
but it's been a busy week, a lot going on.
- Oh, it's not like you can use work as an excuse anymore.
- You know how it is between me and Frank.
- Your daughter is graduating, all right?
You know she got into that program at USD?
- Really?
That... that's great.
- You're her father, not Frank.
Okay? You should be there.
- You're right.
- If only you had said that more,
we might still be married.
Probably not.
- Now who's right?
- All right, all right, I'll see you tomorrow.
- What, are you gonna arrest me, hick?
- You got a problem, gringo?
- No. I pay my bills.
Hey!
Yeah... not you. You!
- Give me your best one.
Yeah.
How much?
Ten dollars.
- I got seven. That's what I got.
Okay, seven is okay.
- Thank you.
Yeah.
- Yeah, it was pretty cool to rumble through
a slot canyon at night.
We saw a herd of deer.
- Regular cowboy now, huh?
- Hey, hey.
You sure Katie's gonna be okay with me coming?
- It just seems a little, uh... - A little what?
- Like you just invited me
so you didn't have to go by yourself.
Well, this is... - Save it.
- Yeah.
- Ben! Hey. - Frank.
- Happy to see you. Bring it in, man.
- I'm good. - Okay.
Uh, I've been thinking about you.
I mean, God, retirement is, like,
right up there with death and divorce
as one of life's most stressful challenges,
so if you ever need a profession...
- I'm gonna go find Katie. - Yeah, okay. Hi.
- Hey. - I'm Frank, Kate's stepdad.
- Right, I'm Garrett, Ben's emotional support animal.
- It's good to see you. - Hey, come over here.
- Hey, you made it.
Aw, let me look at you. You look good.
Liar.
- How's the leisure life?
- I was just going over that with Dr. Touchy McFeely.
- Oh, come on. He's just trying to connect.
- I wish he'd stop.
Well, Katie's by the pool with her friends, but hang on.
I think you're gonna want this.
- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.
- Mmm.
I'm gonna find the kid. - Okay.
Whoo!
Dad.
- Katie.
- You want some?
- You know how I feel about that.
- Uh, yeah, but no government job anymore,
and it's legal, so.
- And you're still not a lawyer yet.
- Okay. Can you just...
- Cool.
- I'm proud of you, kid. - Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
- I wouldn't miss it for the world.
- Oh, yes, you would.
You got a tattoo?
- I did.
Just a graduation gift to myself.
- Oh.
That's really, uh... it's nice.
Thank you.
- I got something for you too.
It's nothing much. It's...
- Oh, my God. That's beautiful.
- You'll be the first Clemens
to have a master's degree.
- I think Mom has hers.
- Well, her last name is Kerr now.
- Huh. Whose fault is that?
Are you seeing anyone?
- No. Are you?
- Uh, you know, I should probably go say hi.
- I'm fine. - I'm gonna... okay.
Hey, live a little.
- Okay, family photo time. - Okay, yeah.
- Here we go. Hey, Garrett,
would you mind taking a picture?
- It'd be my pleasure. - Thank you so much.
- Hey, do you mind holding my beer?
- Okay. - You.
- There we go. Okay.
- Okay. - Okay.
Bunch up, guys.
In close. - Okay.
- Cheese on three. Sounds original.
- Hey, Ben. Ben, Ben, come.
Come join us.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ben, come in here.
- Come on. Come join us. - Get in here.
- All right. - You're part of the family.
- Come on. - Here I come.
Could you hold this? All right.
- All right, guys, bunch up. On three.
All right, three, two, one.
Cheese!
- Closed?
- Not yet.
Hungry?
- Always.
- And how's the house coming?
- I haven't had much time yet.
I was up north at my daughter's graduation party.
You got any kids?
- I wish I did.
- You feed everyone who's crossing?
- They were hungry.
Humans have walked on the moon,
there's a rover on Mars, and meanwhile, down here,
we can't seem to stop fighting over the lines in the sand.
- Well, those lines were put there for a reason.
- A reason?
What would you do if a young woman
came to your door
hungry, hurt,
and looking for a job... Not a handout, a job?
Would she get to cross your line?
- It's not my line.
- But you held it.
- It was my job to make sure
that my side of the line was as safe as possible.
- You sound like Javi.
- I'll take that as a compliment.
- You should.
He was a good man.
- Javi was more than just a customer, wasn't he?
- I miss him.
- That makes two of us.
- Help me. - What the fuck?
Jesus Christ.
- What the hell are you doing in my truck?
- Stop. I don't understand you.
Fear for me baby.
Okay, I'll take you back to the restaurant.
- No.
Estados Unidos.
- Estados...
Are you out of your fucking mind?
- You are la migra.
- Yes, migra, border patrol,
which is why I don't take you.
It's illegal.
Understand?
No bueno.
Stop!
Stay in the car.
You can ride in the front.
Jesus Christ.
- I can't understand what you're saying.
- All right, you want help? Come on.
- Hey, they're gonna help you.
- You're already making friends?
- Hey, she's in trouble.
- Eduardo!
- Hey.
- Take her home.
- Eh, I got a daughter her age.
- You think reporting him is gonna do her any good?
If anything, it's gonna get her killed quicker.
- She fell in love with the wrong man.
- She didn't fall in love.
Dante chose her. She didn't have a choice.
- Fuck me.
Shit.
Oh, f...
Jesus Christ!
Hey, hey, what do you want?
What are you doing? Okay, okay.
All right, easy, easy, easy.
Jesus.
All right.
Fuck.
- Trick or treat.
Stay away from my woman.
- Hmm?
- Got it.
- Oh, God! Damn it.
- I'm pretty sure we already went through this!
- Hey, look, I told you I can't...
Oh, fuck.
You can't be here.
You almost got me killed, comprende?
- All right, listen. Calm down, calm down.
Calm down. Calm down.
Shit. Jesus.
Hey. Hey.
Shit.
- Hey, fun party. - I need a favor.
- Yeah, of course you do. Why else would you be calling?
- There's a girl down here. She needs asylum.
- Down where?
- Mexico. - What?
What girl?
- I need you call that ICE lawyer, Ingrid.
Have her put the wheels in motion.
Tell her that she fears for her life.
The girl's na... uh.
- Maria Elena Flores.
- Get ahold of her office. Give her that name.
- Ben... - By the book, Garrett.
Just do it.
- What's taking you so long?
What?
- Hey, it's Ben.
I realize you might not be working,
but I need you to come to the cabin now.
It's urgent.
You need to hide.
Go!
I don't mean to sound unfriendly,
but this is private property.
- Get back in your car.
I'm not gonna say it again.
- Whatever he's looking for,
he's not gonna find it in there.
- Where the fuck is she?
- Where the fuck is who?
- Hands where I can see them!
Hey!
Drop that phone!
- Drop the fucking phone!
- Please, no kill.
- We have to go.
We gotta go.
Come on.
Take this. Take it!
Come on, we have to go!
Come on.
Get in.
Oh, thank God.
- Fuck!