Mr. Pig

Hey, hey.

Hello.

So, you didn't even bother to call.

You gonna come tomorrow, or not?

I'm sorry, it's been a busy week.

Fired Sambi, and Esther's...

I have a vet coming tomorrow, so it's...

Baby, go to your room.

I'll be there in two minutes.

Well, I didn't tell Lucas

you were coming anyway,

but if you change your mind,

you can take the train down.

You don't have to drive.

I can pick you up, and you can stay here.

You know, he doesn't have school

on Monday.

- I'll try to get there tomorrow night.

- All right.

Good night, Dad.

Hey, Howie.

What's the matter, boy?

I know how you feel.

But I had to get up today, too,

and so do you.

Yeah.

Now, you're gonna be all right, baby.

Howie, come on, baby. All right.

Spread those cheeks, okay?

Yeah.

Come on.

Yeah, boy.

In the news,

in Moreno Valley and San Bernardino...

Sh*t.

All right, buddy.

Mr. Eubanks.

- Yeah.

- I'm Theodore Lindon

from US Southern Bank and Trust.

Remember me?

Yeah, of course, of course.

I know we said 11:00 a.m.,

but my GPS thinks I'm an old lady,

it told me three hours,

- it only took me one.

- Yeah.

I gotta get my boy to the vet.

I'll be back before 10:00.

Mr. Eubanks, nobody at US Southern

wants this to go to court.

Wait for me.

All right?

- Less than an hour. I'll be right back.

- Mr. Eubanks, please...

We can talk then, okay?

All right, okay.

We'll stop as soon as we cross the border,

okay, boy?

We're in Mexico, boy.

Sh*t.

Goddamn.

Remember, never get old, buddy.

Your dick shrinks to

miniscule proportions,

and you can't even pee standing up

without making a mess.

Pull over.

Pull over.

Sh*t.

They're California plates.

- Good morning, Officer.

- Your registration...

What's that smell?

I'm delivering a hog.

In a minivan?

That's correct, yes.

And where are you taking him?

- Jalisco.

- Jalisco?

Yeah, s.

Show me your permit.

- My what?

- Step out, please.

Show me your A19, please.

I'm sorry.

Your A19, your permit to transport

livestock on Mexican highway.

- That... Yeah.

- Yeah.

Sure, I have that.

I must have left it at home.

Is there any way we can work this out?

- Let me help you.

- What's that mean?

It's a commission they charge

for taking out cash.

F***ing banks, they're such crooks.

You don't have to tell me that.

So, Mr. Eubanks,

the charge is 6,000 pesos.

This is the maximum. Do you agree?

- Take what you need, man.

- Okay.

There you go.

- Let's go back to your pig.

- All right. Thank you.

Look, here you have a little town

with a stream,

it's all made of adobe.

You're gonna love it.

Thanks, man, but I don't think

I'll have the time to visit.

Okay, well, keep the map.

- Maybe next time.

- Yeah.

Nice meeting you.

- You're all set.

- Gracias.

- Drive safe.

- All right.

Let's go.

- Did the pig behave?

- Better than my kids.

I'm gonna send them to him,

so they learn to behave.

Come on, boy, go to sleep.

We've got a lot of driving to do.

Come on, go to sleep.

Come on, here's a drink. Okay?

It's good for you.

Good for you, yeah.

You don't wanna drink alone?

Okay.

I'll join you.

You don't have to twist my arm.

The card was declined.

- What?

- Refused.

Okay.

Come here. I know you don't like it.

I didn't like it either.

My momma had to chase me

around the farm to get it done.

Put me in the bucket.

Look how good you look.

Man.

I'll tell you, down here, they don't waste

one single part of the pig.

This is a gordita de moronga.

Pig's blood.

I would give you a taste,

but I don't want you

turning into a vampire, or something.

Sh*t.

Yeah.

Hello.

Dad?

Are you okay?

Dad?

Dad, I can hear you.

Ambrose...

What the hell is going on, Dad?

Dad?

This is the La Leano Farm, right?

- Seor Ambrose?

- Yes.

Come in. Let him through!

Come on, we're here, boy.

Get you some fresh air here.

Yeah.

Ambrose.

My, you look the same.

Changed a little bit, here and there.

It's so good to see you.

- Good, good, good, good.

- Hey.

So, where is he?

Yeah, here he is, right here.

- Where's your staff?

- I'm by myself.

You drove here...

I told you he was a little crazy.

Look how gorgeous you are.

Hey, how is Eunice?

- She's good. Good.

- Yeah?

She's all grown up like you, Payo.

Payo, it's been years

since anybody called me like that.

You know, they call me "Mr. Calayo" now.

Good.

- You're hungry?

- Yeah.

You remember

what my father hated the most?

Yeah. Mariachis.

Well, yeah, that, too.

But no, no, no.

You know, sending his animals

to the slaughterhouse,

and the way they were treated over there.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, well...

We finally built our own.

We can kill 1,000 hogs

in an eight-hour shift,

and we can manage two shifts a day.

So, we're very happy about that.

We're the only facility

that has a certificate to export.

These ones, for example.

These ones are going to China.

Are you okay?

Man, I'm sorry. What am I thinking?

You must be starving. Let's...

Why don't we go back to the ranch,

get you something to eat?

To tell you the truth,

I'd rather have something to drink.

Okay, we can manage that.

- All right.

- Let's go.

...to get it to the house

to get it slaughtered, you know?

Boy, I'll never forget that. I can't...

It's always the same.

You were hugging them...

That's so sweet.

I became a drunk because of it.

Cheers to that.

My dad was the same.

I mean, not a drunk. He... No, no.

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