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Call Lordsburg.

Now.

- How many, Mike?

- Nine.

Is that a passport?

It's fake, but it's good work.

You goin' after him?

I don't think the driver's

more than 12 hours away.

What kind of sick son of a b*tch

would do something like that?

Stay here. I'm gonna get a bearing.

- Four-two-one. Four-two-one.

- Go ahead, Mike.

Swing around the hill

and pick me up at the seventy-six wash.

Copy that, I'm on my way.

- Was he here long?

- He's got food and water.

More than he left for them.

Well, let's keep movin'.

This guy's fast.

All those people dying,

those little kids, and for what?

Just tryin' to improve their lives,

just tryin' to have a little bit more

of what we got.

That's why I say

you gotta count your blessings every day.

Sophia hates it when I say that.

To her it's like saying,

"You're stuck here forever. Deal with it. "

Well, what'd she expect? Paris?

You know what she did the other day?

She went and bought Cheyo a suit.

- I mean, where is he gonna wear a suit?

- First two years are the hardest.

Goes around in the same sweatpants

all week long, doesn't even wash her hair.

Flowers work.

Take this right, right here.

There's somebody I gotta go see.

Vargas.

Vargas.

Hey.

- Stop.

- Hey.

- I didn't do sh*t, Dixon.

- Hold it. Hold it right there.

Vargas. Vargas.

Hey, call your dog off, Dixon.

He's got a gun.

Put your gun away.

Stop.

Hey, Dixon, man, what's with the gun?

- I told you to stop.

- Vargas.

Careful, Luis.

Call him off. Come on, man.

Come on, man, call your dog off.

I got him, I got him.

Vargas. What the hell you doin'

assaultin' an officer?

He had a gun.

- You were...

- Hey, hey, back up. Get over there.

- I didn't do sh*t.

- You always do sh*t.

The passports in the trailer.

Who you sell 'em to?

The what?

Passports in the box, man.

Who you selling 'em to?

I don't know what you're

talkin' about, chief.

Oh, I'm sure the dead little girl we found

would disagree with you.

No, no, no. Not me.

Dixon, man, come on, you know me.

You don't tell me about the passports,

you goin' down for the girl

and the eight other bodies

we found with her.

I ain't no murderer.

- Who'd you sell the passports to?

- Man, I don't know, man. It's some new haul.

- What'd he look like?

- Dark skin, dark hair, not that tall.

- Where can I find him?

- I don't know. I'd tell you, I swear, if I knew.

- I swear, man.

- Stop cryin' like a little b*tch.

- Where can I find him?

- I don't know, man, I swear.

If I find out you're lyin' to me,

I'm comin' back.

What the hell you still

doin' around here, Mike?

You know, you could have got yourself

a transfer long time ago.

What for?

I don't know. Sh*t. Civilization.

Never really much of a people person.

I'm startin' to sense that, Mike.

Seven-nine-three, over.

One-five calling seven-nine-three.

We go over to the next valley, maybe get

ahead of him, or at least pick up on his trail.

You think he's makin' for the highway

or the border?

- He's been headed east the entire time.

- Then he's stupid, or lost.

- There's those work camps over there.

- What, the shanty towns?

Looks like he's headed right for 'em.

Looks like somebody was in a hurry.

Let me go talk to 'em.

- I got this one.

- Yeah.

Drop it!

Freeze.

Cook.

Now just look at me, Luis.

You just look at me.

This is four-two-one

requesting immediate assistance.

Officer down. Repeat, officer down.

My boy, my boy.

All right, get Ballistics.

Okay.

Big night for you, Mike. Any warning shots?

Whole clip of 'em.

Guess you warned 'em to death.

They gunned down my partner.

Who got away?

Nobody.

The tracks on the near side of the trailer,

they go to the road

about a quarter-mile north.

Maybe they were laid before we got here.

You sure about that?

What do you want from me, Warren?

Nothin', man. You all right?

Yeah.

Just go home to Angela.

Dr Martin, report to surgery.

Dr Martin, report to surgery.

- Daddy.

- Hi.

I had a dream.

There was dogs running around the house.

- What kind of dogs?

- Talking dogs.

All right, well, you go back to sleep

and I'll chase them off, okay?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How is he?

- Not good.

You know, if it was you, I'd...

I don't know what...

Six years. Never been shot at once.

All it takes is one.

- Kimo!

- Been a long time.

Do you even remember what he look like?

Mike Dixon. Mike "Mad Dog" Dixon.

- So you sayin' it was him?

- I'm positively sure it was him.

- Calm down. You know how you get.

- Man, I know what he look like.

I'm 100/ sure it was him.

Your boy Mad Dog?

He rocking a badge now.

If it wasn't him, then he got a twin brother

runnin' around at the Border Patrol.

I had him right in my sight,

I could have shot him.

Man, sh*t is so f***ed up now.

Man, he shot both of 'em.

Hey, Kimo. I want to talk to you, man.

Both of 'em. What are we gonna do?

Just tell me, what are we gonna do now?

Stay where you are.

We just take a little road trip.

- Shut your b*tch-ass up, nigga.

- Kimo.

- Snitch-ass nigga.

- I just want to talk.

Come on, man.

Daddy. Daddy. Dad.

Hello? Hello?

Man, I hope the kids' books

are gonna be okay. Look at this mess.

Simon.

- How you doin', Mike?

- What happened?

- Some patriots and some gasoline.

- Anybody get hurt?

One of our boys was sleepin' here.

He got out, thank God.

I'm lookin' for a coyote

who drove a panel truck

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