(calm music) (energetic electric guitar) (dramatic music) (enchanting guitar plays) (excavator hisses) (dramatic music) (dramatic music) - Don't move! Hands in the air! I said drop it! (guns fire) (dramatic music) Clear! Check the side room, we're heading down for Brooks,
copy? (dramatic music) Hands, show me your hands! Show me your hands, now! Don't fucking move! - Damien Brooks, you're under
arrest. - Yeah. - Put the shit down. Let's go. (claps hands) - And there he his. Look at you slip. - Yeah, it looks that way. - So this is where you've
been hiding, in plain sight? - Well, I've been where I've
been sheriff, I've not been hiding. - Right. And all the same for the Sinaloa
cartel? - Yeah, me and El Gordo are
cool, but this ain't him, it ain't me
either. Look, I just came here
to pick me up some weed. - Fuck you. I got you, possession still puts
you away. (chuckles) - Not what you were hoping for
though. - I'll see you in about 10 years
mate. - Yeah, give or take. - Get him out of my face. - See you around sherif. (dramatic music) - At least four people are
confirmed dead tonight. - One British national and
members of the Sinaloa cartel. - Local sheriff under
investigation after a drug bust turns deadly. - Sheriff Tucker, can you tell
me what happened here tonight, Sheriff
Tucker? - New information tonight
as the has now placed sheriff William Tucker
on administrative leave pending an internal review, after he led a failed
raid on an alleged illegal marijuana operation. We'll have more details as
the story continues to unfold. Sheriff William Tucker has
officially been removed from office. Now his firing has come under
scrutiny by the governor's office
as sheriff deputies claimed the botched raid resulted
only in 10 pounds of marijuana and a handful of illegal
weapons. The deaths of three foreign
nationals took center stage as the leader, Damien
Brooks known as the Brit, has been sentenced to
five years for possession. William Tucker has declined
any comment on his behalf. (dramatic music) (rock music plays) (prison doors clang) (rock music plays) (enchanting music) - Looking really good. Yeah baby, you pound that. (grunts) Don't ignore me. I know you can hear me. - Did you saw something? - Come lotion me up. - Can I literally get a
workout in without you asking for something? - Uh, can I get something
before you getting a workout in? - Don't start girl. - Forget it. (phone buzzes) - Yeah. - [Tony] Hey, don't yeah at me. - Who's this? - [Tony] Who do you
think it is? Your daddy. - Fuck off, what do you want? - Where's your girl? - Doing Jack shit as usual. - [Tony] Get her on too. - Psst! (enchanting music) All right, we're both on. - The babe and the bad ass, you know, I kinda feel it in my
nut sack. - Uh, you wish baby. Are we on?
- [Tony] We're on. - So what's the plan? - Our boy from London just
got out a few hours ago and we're coordinating a
little meet up with him. I'll text you once I know what's
what. I have to find that pain in the
ass, you know who I'm talking about. I'll ring him in and get
him back on the job for us. - The brains. - He's probably tripping balls
on some Ayahuasca retreat in Peru. The brains, shit, he's
high as fuck right now and you're going to have
to sober him up enough to walk straight, much less
do what he has to do for real. - Yeah, I'll handle him. You two just stay on ice. (upbeat music) ♪ Here is something that
you can't understand ♪ ♪ How I can just kill a man ♪ ♪ Here is something that
you can't understand ♪ ♪ How I can just kill a man ♪ ♪ Dressed in all black
likely headed to a funeral ♪ ♪ About to get wild ♪ (beeps) ♪ Cut back and speed it yo ♪ ♪ About to make this rapper
feel like he at video ♪ (enchanting music) - My friend, proud papa, his little girl is about to
become DA. - To your boy, they're making
us feel real old, don't they? Salute. Time is the enemy, right? - What you did.
- I didn't do nothing. - You're the only one
that did a damn thing and I know the price you paid. Those two DEA fucks deserve
every inch of the beat down you gave them. (sighs) - Would you stop? - I only wish it hadn't cost you
career. - Yeah well, it ain't over. You know what today is? Today's the day that goddamed
chicken flies the coop. I caught him. - Brit? - Yep. I'm gonna do it again. Redemption. - Bill. Bill? - I gotta go. - Tucker? Where are you going? To work, I'll be back relax. (bus hisses) (enchanting music) (camera clicks) (camera clicks) (camera clicks) - The water's hot, the toilet
works, sorry this isn't the Ritz. - No, this is, uh, this is good. These for me? - Don't lose them. Do you have any questions for
me? Are we clear on your curfew
and our meeting times? - Yes ma'am.
- Good. - You know I got myself a
new pager, look at that. - Basically. Okay so, in by sundown, we set
you up with a few interviews to get you integrated
back into the system. Everything you need is in
here along with a bus pass and address of where you need to
go. Now, you did time for weed
and weed is legal now, so it's a little tricky. We won't be on you as if you
had smuggled kilos of heroin or Coke but nonetheless,
the law is the law and I gotta do my job. So don't be a in my ass and I
won't be pain in yours, copy? - Yes ma'am. Happy about the TV though. - There's no cable, but
it comes with a fire stick and the WiFi is decent, you'll
survive. Just stay out of trouble Brooks,
and stop calling me ma'am. - Layla. - What? - What's a fire stick? - You'll figure it out. (door squeaks open) (door shuts) (exhales) (upbeat music) (girl exclaims excitedly) - Hey Jeff.
(chuckles) Here's your coffee. - Thank you. - You wanna take it for a ride? - Yeah. Hey baby, hook your uncle
up with some vegan eggs. - [Lady] On it babe. - Cool, I'm going to meditate. - Hey girly, how are you? - Hey cute girl, it's so good to
see you. Want some of my vegan eggs? Yeah like, I don't even
know how they make them but they're yum, so yummy. (laughs) - Oh Paulo, got up soon and
I accept your sweet kisses. - What the fuck was all that
about? - You're really here, Tony. - Yeah, I'm really here. - Oh, this is good, this is good, come on. - And they're here too. - The vortex. We're all here, Cici, bring it
in. - Fuck off. - Told you he'd be fucked up. - Jeff, you gotta come with us. - All right man, whatever dude. Can we have some eggs first? Baby, put some more
vegan eggs on the grill. - It's not eggs, shit's going
down. - Right here? Shit's gonna go down right here, little group love session?
All right, I think they're in. - Ew, gross, fuck no. The Brit's here and we have to
rendezvous, so clean up and whatever,
we gotta go, now, - Always the bossy one, aren't
you Janel? - And a hot one. Now get dressed, let's roll. - Don't tell anybody. but I think I projected this,
this moment. - I don't know what the fuck
that means. But it's good to see you. - Hey, how'd you even find me
anyways? - This story. - I gotta really stop
posting on social media, man. - You're supposed to be the
brains, you fucking suck at this. You're not worried about the
cartels? They wanna cut your fucking head
off - You're in the wrong hood,
motherfucker. - Stop, Kuko! - Come on! Come on, man! - Stop Kuko, don't do this! You don't have to do this - Where's the Brit? - I don't know, man. - Where is he?
- I said, I don't know man. Fuck, I don't know shit. I don't know anything, I don't
fucking keep tabs on him. - You piece of shit, don't think you can fuck with
the cartel - I was just trying to
fuck your sister, I swear. I mean, I was not... - You're dead. - Oh fuck, come on please
don't fucking kill me. (door blasts open) - Relax all of you, relax! Relax, relax, relax, everybody
relax, we're getting our boy. - Be cool, back up. - Give me the frat boy,
that's it. Get up boy. - You've got some balls. El Gordo heard about the
move you made on his shit. - Well, that's strange, cause
I didn't make any moves. - Yeah right, ese. Then we hear one of your boys in
the hood fucking with one of our own. - Yeah, okay. Well, mate think about it. love
is love. - Fuck you. - Well, this is unnecessary. Let's calm this thing down,
should we? Bring it down, come on. You really wanna shoot
fucking holes in each other over a chick. - That chick is one of
El Gordo's daughters. - Nice job, fuck face. - I couldn't hold myself. - Yeah, of course. Well, you know that does change
things. - But it ain't about her,
ese, this is about the money that never made it to the DEA. - I have no fucking clue
what you're talking about, but I do respect the situation. Tell El Gordo, that we... Hey, easy man. (cocks gun) (exhales) - It's okay bro, it's cool. - I know it's cool. We're leaving now, please tell
them to put the guns down. - Fuck you. - Put the fucking guns down! - Fuck that shit. - What's up ese? (latino music plays) - Put 'em down. - On the floor. - Uh uh, baby. - We're leaving now. Have a good night gentlemen. - Let's get these motherfuckers! (upbeat music) - Let's go! - Get it moving, Cici. (car engine starts) (guns fire) - Move that ass, Brit. (gunshots) - Get it moving Cici, go! (gunshots) (tires screech) (upbeat music) - Come on, let's have some vegan
eggs. - Baby, put some more eggs on
the barby. (enchanting jazz music) - Nice. You know, your swing's
getting better, Leo. - Yeah, what would you know? You hate golf. - I don't hate golf, cause
I'm just not old enough or bored enough to play it. - Or rich enough. - Well, I guess that's
why we are here, right? - That's right. So you uh, ready to play
the back nine with me? - Call's been made, all
confirmed. - Got your caddies lined up? - Mh-mmh - Good. - Oh Leo, come on, you
can do better than that. - You're making me nervous. I tell you what, you
meet me at the club house and we'll see what's what. - Sounds like a plan. - There you go. How's business? - Business? Business is great, trust me. Look at that. - Well, I see your swing's
getting better Leo. - Thanks. Hey, it's great to see you. - Game time. - That's beautiful. (calm music) - Dude, what were you thinking
banging that cartel chick? - I was thinking about love
and ecstasy and coitus. Look man, she came on to
me, I just merely obliged. - Obliged, you two are some dumb
asses. You should change your names, brawns and brains, get
the fuck outta here. - He's late. Doesn't he have a curfew now? Like they got him an ankle
bracelet and all that, right? - He can hack into anything
with a circuit board. - That's him right there. - Hey, how do you think he got
the ride? Is there like a prison ride
share app or something? - No man, he's out of the
joint for five minutes, and he got a free ride. Holy fucking shit. Good to see you brother. You look good. - You too, buddy. - Good to see you. - Mr. Bentley. - Mr. Brooks. (laughs) - How you doing? - Good to see you brother. - Come, bring your mama sugar. - Hey, that's mine, cool it now
buddy. Get your hands off my girl. - Wait, you guys are an item
now? - Mh-mmh. - Going on three years. She's a pain in the ass, but I
love her. - Love you too, babe. - Cool. Come on, I missed you. Good to see you. So guys we all know that prison
sucks, so we can bypass any
more asking that stuff. You're about to become
millionaires. - Yeah! (claps hands) - Fucking A, show us where to dig. - It's game time ladies and
gents. Game time. (enchanting music) - We always knew it was
going to take a load of years to shake up the entire system. But with the DEA shattering
and us fucking up the entire cartel network, they do not have the
juice they used to have. That's where our strength lies. - El Gordo's underground, that
whole syndicate's disbanded. Maybe a few of his ex
guys and sheriff Tucker, he was onto us. - For a minute. But now people would
rather Twitter their balls than doing a Google search
looking for another legend. You've been searching, right? Anything on the Sinaloa case? - Not really, other than
some kid in El Centro doing research papers. - That's what I'm talking
about right there. - Then what are we waiting for? Let's get what we've been
waiting for, cause I am sick of this
influencer shit. We need our real cash, now. What the fuck man, I'm
I missing something? What's an influencer? - You see that ass? She throws on a bikini and takes
a selfie with some get skinny milkshake
and boom, they send us $5000 a month. - All right, here we go. Think skinny, Aha. No, uh uh. Boobs. Hold the bottle up. Yes, that's it. Think skinny. - I fucking am asshole. - But suck it in though, suck it
in. Now give me some ass. Aha, that's it. (camera clicks) - What? - Yeah. - Serious. - Hang on man, I've only been
gone for five fucking minutes, what happened? - I believe that we fractured
our space time dimension into an alternate reality
where the collective of self and society has shifted the
influence, thus creating the current
universe we're in. And let me tell you,
bro, it's not a good one. - Ain't that the truth? - I believe that shit, ancient
aliens, Prometheus, area 51, the vortex, that shit's real. - The vortex. - We watch a lot of history
channel. No way, it's fucking bullshit
man. - That's 100% true. - No, absolutely not. Not true, bullshit. Garbage, that's fiction, bro. That technology did not exist. No, it didn't, the
fucking oninaki came down, gave the caveman laser beams
so they can cut that stone. Look at how perfect that is. - Wait a minute, let me get this
straight. You think fucking space fairy
creatures just came down to earth and handed out
laser swords to homo erectus. - Yes I do, and what the
fuck are you laughing at? What's so funny, that's science. - Crystals? - Crystals turn--
- The more the better. - Damien, just tell us
our next move, babe. Let's get our cash and get
the hell out of this country. - Yeah, I love to hear that,
love So here's how it's gonna go
down. So I'm assuming these
are up to date, yeah? - Yeah, give or take a couple of
weeks. - Just shut your fucking fluff. Here we go, I've been
looking forward to this. There you go, one for you lovely
lady, and there's a couple for you. You are going to have to
get to know these guys. Both of them are douche
bags , early retirement after the Sinaloa bust went bad. Killed three kids between them
on duty. Word in the street from my guys is at they're still at homeless just hanging out at the same bar here in Coachella, right there. - Can't wait, right? Circle jerk time. - These are guys who couldn't
possibly get drunk enough to take or go home with them, they'd be onto us in a snap. - We'll get creative, don't
worry. - No doubt about that. - You jealous? - Tiny bit. - You the only dick I ever had. - Now that's the kind of
stuff that makes me miss you. - Okay, what about us? - That's easy, I need you
guys to break into the old DEA storage warehouse. Get your hands on the hard
drive and the trash bag logs, you know, from my old bust. - Check. - I wasn't going to make it easy
for them. There's no way I was going
to let them find $33 million in the desert in the middle of
nowhere. - You're a genius, man. You couldn't even have told
them if you'd wanted to. No that's what, what makes
them thirsty you know. - Human firewall. - So, we hack the mainframe's
database, some shit like that. And then we pull that shit out and we put it on a floppy disk. - Yeah, a floppy disk, and then
we'll get in a time machine and go back to 1987 and
put it into an old computer in my sister's room and drink
Tang and watch scary movies. What is wrong with you? - Maybe we'll go look for a pot
of gold you leprechaun motherfucker. - Fucking dick warts - Ladies. Yo, you have 48 hours to
pull this off from report. Clocks ticking. Oh yeah, I forgot. I don't have a motor,
who's taking me home? - I got it. - Hey, I don't have a motor
either. - Fuck you, Jeff. Can I, I gotta go with them. Bye. (calm music) - Same old Jeff. - He's like a fucking 12 year
old. - 12 year old stoner. - So what's up with you man, you
good? - Yeah, I'm okay. - Really? - Yeah, I'm doing all right. - Look, I know you're zan as
fuck, you are always very chill, but
Jesus, 6 years in the joint. - Well, a perfect heist takes
time, straight ahead buddy. - All these desert roads
look the fucking same. - Yeah, they do. - Look, I'm not the guy to question
how you put all this together. Honestly, man, like the ins
and outs kinda hurts my brain when I think about it, but I need that money and I'm
here. What are you going to do
while we're doing out there? - Me? I've gotta get a job. - Like a person, like a real job
job? (chuckles) - Yeah, one of those. Mate, I'm on parole. I gotta get a 9-5. - Right. - Like I said, a perfect
heist takes time, right? You should take a left hand
turn. When we get there, you drop
me around the corner, okay? I'm being watched. - No shit. - Yeah. (phone notification) (coughs) - Shit. (sighs) (car engine starts) (water ripples) (sniffs) - Here you go, god bless you
man. (chuckles) - Did this guy just give you
money? - Yeah, he did. - And you took it.
- I did. - Thanks. (exhales) - It's a nice day. - Really? - Yeah, look around. - Dad. - Would you stop? I'm fine, just been working
late. - You're working? You're retired. They retired you. - Uh-hum. - Honestly, we're worried about
you. - Who's we? - Me and mom, obviously. - I'm not saying anything. - Well, your face says
everything. Cut her a break, that guy's
harmless. Okay look, I would really,
really love it if you would come tomorrow,
when they swear me in. - I will, sure. - Yes, mom will be there
and he'll be there, but you're my dad. You'll always be my dad,
no matter how shitty your life becomes. - My kid, District Attorney. - I get it from my daddy. Okay. (phone buzzes) Oh, I gotta go. I love you. Take a shower. - Bye DA. (sniffs) - But would you take it? - You can't just walk out
of an interview like that - Well, when you've been
the recipient of disrespect like that I would wonder if
there is a law against it. - You just need a job, Damien. - I know, but this aint it. Sorry. (sighs) (pen clicks) (slups) (clears throat) - No, absolutely not. - That's a lot-- - Hold on, one second. You ever fired a gun in
combat, actual line of duty? - You guys carry? - No, we don't, but I'm
just curious about you. You know, just in case. - I mean, just in case I fired a
weapon some point in my life. - Yeah, you don't follow well,
do you? - Yeah, that's what my mother
always used to tell me. - Your mom said that? Well,
let me tell you something here. When you're out in the field in
combat, mom's not gonna have your
back, so that's why I'm asking - Yeah. - It gets real out there. I know you're thinking,
no it's a mini course, gotta be safe, I bring my family
here, but I'm telling you right now,
that down by the ninth hole, some crazy shit goes down. - It's cool, I just don't see
the relevance, if I'm honest, - You don't see the what? - Relevance. - The relevance? - Relevance. - Relevance, there is
absolutely none of that required for the job. We have no relevance. (clears throat) - I see that. Thank you. (clears throat) Have a lovely, will you? (slups) - Damien, what the hell? - I mean look, this guy,
mini-golf? I mean, it's funny but
kind of a waste of time. Can I just set up some SAB's
myself? - Okay fine, but it has to be
approved. - That's fair. Can I get some air? - Go. (exhales) - Goodness. (enchanting music) (roulette wheel rings) (speaks foreign language) - Well, I don't understand
what you're so mad about. (speaks foreign language) - Are you talking about that
waitress? Is this about the waitress? - Leo. - Mr. Brooks. - Look what you've done to
the place, it look nice. - Thank you. We're opening up another one
in may, we're really expanding. I'd really liked you
to be part of my team. - Well, I'd like that very
much, pleased you considered me. - Wait a second, this
is the parole officer? I'm sorry, did you get lost
looking for our model search? Joking, joking. Leo Cap. - Layla Lopez. I'm here to make sure Damien
gets a job. He says that you might be
the guy who might be able to take a chance on him. - Well, we are in the
business of taking chances, Miss Layla. - It's just Layla. - Okay, Layla, okay. This is Francesca, she's
my VP of public relations. And she'll be taking care
of him, watching over him while he's working. We'll take you up to his new
office, okay? - Can't wait to see - This is it. - This is what? - Damien's new office. - Wait, what? This is bullshit. - No, I assure you it's not. Mr. Brooks will monitoring
and filtering scam artists, they're constantly bombarding
this casino. From up here, he's secure and
way from any cash handling or any real floor activity. Zero interaction with any
of the dealers or cashiers, he sees something suspicious,
he calls it in on the walkie and basically he's my
eagle eye in the sky. And provided he can pass
a standard drug test, he can start work tomorrow. - I think that's more
than reasonable, Mr. Leo. I guess what we need now is a
plastic cup. - Plastic cup. - Plastic cup. - Right away. - That went well. - You think you're slick? - Why, because I got a job? - No, because you're playing me and you're playing the system. - Love, let's get one
thing straight, okay? I'm not playing shit. I got convicted for smuggling
drugs and if you wanna get
technical, it's for weed. And I believe that is 100% legal
now, so if anyone is being
played by the system. - Whatever. Something doesn't feel right. - Have you ever thought
of, I mean, just a concept, have you ever thought of
treating
me as a actual human being rather than parole number 15
on your to do list for the day? Because then maybe you would
see that not everything is as you think it is. - Is that right? - Yeah, that's right. Because then if you did that,
maybe you could consider you and parole number 15, I
don't know, seeing a movie, grabbing some food or something. (chuckles) - You're crazy. - Yeah, tiny bit. But you know, in a fun way
not in some weird creepy Norman Bates kind of way. - Right, and he just loved his
mama. - I rest my case. - Buckle up. - Yes ma'am. (enchanting guitar plays) (breathes heavily) (enchanting music) (phone buzzes) - Gracias mijita. - [Kuko] Ese, I just found out. The Brit, he's out and he's with
his crew. - [Kuko] Here, in Califas - [Kuko] So do you want
us to bring him in? (inhales) (enchanting music) (breathes heavily) - Uno mas por favor. - You have somewhere to be? - Yeah, I'm on watch, new
parolee. - Who are you kidding, you've
been done with all that by a mile. - Not even close, got
me a score to settle. I'm going. - Tucker, don't you even think
about it. - This ain't over yet. - Bill? - Sheriff Tucker's back in the
saddle. You got it. (dramatic music) (upbeat music) - All right. Let's see if these access codes
are worth the price we paid. (beeps) (buzzes) Yes! Ladies first. (dramatic music) - Come on man, leave that
fucking thing, come on. Dude, what are we looking for? I want 3%. - It's a door. - That's a door. - That's the men's room. Will you stop staring at all the
pictures? We're looking for a door, not
a photograph of J Edgar Hoover - Oh shit. Look at that. The master vault, and I found
it. - It's not in a vault. - It's not? Look at that, man. Look at this, files, these are
the files. I mean, come on, look at that,
this is like serious shit. - This is not what we are
looking for. - Come on, this is what we
wanted, employee records, Oh, that has to be important,
they saved it on VHS. - It's VHS. - Yeah. - They're not going to store
anything important on VHS. - They're not? Maybe they'll have it on a
floppy desk. - It's not even a floppy
disk, this is a CD ROM. - You're just being like
this because I found it and you didn't, it's okay. - Because I told you, we're
not looking for a vault. - What are we looking for? - We're looking for a freaking
room, I told you a room-- - This is a room. - This is a vault room, we're looking for like a server
room. - What is this? - You're an idiot. - And this is a server. What a fucking asshole. (upbeat music) - Go fuck yourself. - You motherfucker, you
can't hit shit, look at you. (laughs) - Fuck you, can't shoot for
shit, that's why you can't hit shit. - And that's why I hit
your wife last night. - Oh, you didn't invite me, bro. - Nope. - Let's go. - All right, bud. (groans with boredom) - This is why I hate
coming to straight bars. Like look, you got a frat boy
row and a bunch of club skanks who can't get laid by the life
end. - Relax, let them have fun. - Are you having fun? - Hell yeah, badass. - Okay babe, time to clock in. (upbeat music) ♪ Oh, shot the man ♪ ♪ Oh, shot the man ♪ (dramatic music) (bangs door) - Shit. I told you not to bring
that stupid fucking thing. - This is legit. - Legit, it's a fucking vacuum
cleaner, and lower your voice. - No it's not, it's a waxer. - God, you're a fucking waxer. - Yeah, I waxed your mom's ass. - We'll talk about that later. - You know, why don't you carry
this, you're the muscular one. I'm the brains, I'm
supposed to be looking. - You're the brains, all right. - And you're the brawn. Oh shit. - What did we do? - Be cool dude, let me handle
this. (exhales) (dramatic music) - What the fuck did you
tell those guys about me? - I said you were a great guy. - You're full of shit. - No, I'm not. - Did you always have that
mustache? - Maybe, or maybe it's
just an awesome cover. I took theatrical makeup
classes in college. - You're full of shit. - No, I promise you ♪ Running from what he
calling tough loving ♪ - Which one of those are you on? - I'll take the one in brown. (upbeat music) ♪ Her
voice stuck in my head ♪ ♪ His hands covered in bread ♪ ♪ My first thought was stop it
instead ♪ ♪ I said, I'm gonna cut him down
♪ ♪ I said , I'm gonna cut him
down ♪ ♪ I'm gonna cut him down ♪ ♪ I'm gonna cut him down ♪ ♪ I hear screaming ♪ ♪ Hello ♪ ♪ Oh shot the man ♪ ♪ Oh, shot the man ♪ ♪ Oh, shot the man ♪ - Okay, what I'm looking for is
like a... Should be a little bigger than
these - Seriously? There's fucking Christmas
lights in that box, this room's bullshit. - What do you expect, man, it's turned into a storage
closet. - Dude, I can tell by
the back of your head, you don't know what the fuck
you're doing. - Oh, really? This has all the information
that we need on it. This has the last known
whereabouts of the Sinaloa
cartel, this has the last known
whereabouts of the truck, where the $33 million
disappeared. So I think if you just give it a
minute, let this talk to this,
we'll be out of here. - Hurry the fuck up, man. We're here because of you. - Tony listen, I know you
think that this whole thing is my fault, but let me tell
you something, it's not. - I didn't bang El Gordo's
daughter. - Yeah, well it's not my fault
all right? - Yes, it is. - Think about it, I met
Olivia through Damien, Damien introduced us. So this is just a big play by
Damian, he was taking El Gordo's
mind off of his money and putting it onto his
daughter. So he's more concerned with
me and his daughter hooking up than he is his $33 million. And when his $33 million
is being transported across the desert, what happens? It just magically disappears? Or maybe that's what Damien
wanted. We were just pawns in his game
of chess. - You were the diversion. - Right, I was the diversion. - Fucking Damien, that's pretty
slick. - You finally get it. Man, I'm really proud of
you, welcome to the party. - Hack this fucking thing, let's
go. (beeps) (enchanting guitar plays) - Hey, what's up? - How you doing, gorgeous? - Just here having some fun. Thanks for the drinks. - You're welcome. - How about you, you're
just having some fun too? - Yeah, same. - Cool. - Cool. - Cool. - Hey, hands up fool, remember
me? (laughs) - Party at your guys crib, all
right? Ladies, wait, what are
we getting into here? - Oh parties, I love parties. - Oh, there's a party in my
pants. - She likes parties a lot. - I got a party in my pants. - High five - High five! - Pants party, it's a pants
party. - Ew. - It's over here, come over here
with me. - It's so far. - I know, I know, piggy back
ride. - Oh, fuck me. (laughs) Oh yeah, this is ridiculous. You're a grown man. Oh God, okay. Okay, get up on this, come on,
get on up. (laughs) Come on, before I have to man
handle you. (groans) - You good? - I'll get the car, throw
their asses in, yeah? - Yeah. Oh shit. - Remember me? - Fuck.
- Fuck. - Papa wants to speak to the
Brit. (dramatic music) (door knocks) - Damien, I'm not
interrupting anything, am I? - Hello, Layla. No, I've just been working,
just doing my thing. Long day at work, not
used to that you know. - Right, work. - You okay?
- Uh-huh - Everything good? I've been a good boy, didn't
get home late than my curfew, didn't even touch this thing. - Let me see. - I'm doing as I'm supposed
to do, and now a check... (bracelet clicks) - So parolee number 15,
you asked the other day. Ready to catch that movie? - I mean, I could also put
this back on and go home. - Well, you're buying. - No shit. You barely just got a job. - It's true. Hey, I gotta put my shoes on
again. - Hurry up. - Yes ma'am. (calm music) It's good to be out, you know. - It is. - I haven't seen a movie in
like, - Six years? - Yeah, six years. I mean, we saw movies but it wasn't in a it wasn't in a real movie
theater. - I get it. - I used spend every
weekend at the movies, I mean literally every
weekend, all weekend. Such a nerd boy. - Any favorites? - Yeah, loads, too many to
mention. I guess, I guess I'm a Bond guy. - That explains a lot. - Why's that? - Danger, espionage, women. - That's me, every day. The turn's the other way. Taking me somewhere new, Layla? - Why, you're afraid of
taking you somewhere intimate Mr. Brooks? - Kinda scared, but,
I can handle intimate. - Is this intimate enough for
you? - Yeah. - I could never have done
this before, not, you know, not with a guy like you. - Oh, you mean an English man. - No, a parolee. - Look, we don't have to do
this, we can go see a movie, it's
okay. - But I want to. - It's been a minute. (calm music) (groans) Dammit. Women. (breathes heavily) - It was nice though. (phone rings) - Yeah. - [Francesca] William
Tucker, this is Francesca with Mr. Leo's office. He'd like to see you at the
casino. - Who?
- Today. (upbeat music) (coughs) - Leo Cap. - Go, meet me in the office. Sheriff Tucker, welcome to Fantasy Springs. - So how'd you get my number? - That doesn't matter, what matters is, how bad
do you wanna close the door on that chase you've been
on for the last six years? - What are you talking about? - A friend of ours wanted me
to relay a message to you. - Is that right? - That's right. - And what's that? - I read in a paper a few
years ago that a couple of your men killed a few
guys in a bust gone bad over a couple of pounds of
marijuana. - Yeah, that's right. - Well, that same friend
wanted me to tell you that ends today, 4:00 PM. - What's this, coordinates? - I'd go strapped if I were you,
sheriff. - I always do. - Yeah, it's me. It's done. (enchanting music) - [Jeff] Dude, it smells
like shit in here. Like it actually smells like
a mix of carrots and shit. - [Tony] We're gonna fucking die
here. - [Cici] Fucking morons. - Shut the fuck up white boy. - [Jeff] That wasn't Cici. - I said, shut the fuck up. - The bags. - Hey. - Hey, white boy. - What are you doing here,
Olivia? - You never called me back. - Stop, Kuko? - Come on! - Don't do this Kuko, you
don't have to do this. - See, I told you she wanted me. - It's true, I did. That was then, and this, this is now. And Papa wants to speak to your
boss. - Lady, we don't know where he
is. (Olivia laughs) - We do. Together again. - Yeah, as always. You look good. - Thank you. Look, we're not animals here,
we're just here to talk. And I can think of about 33
million things to talk about, you know? - Look, Olivia, I don't have
the money, I never have. You can ask the DEA, fuck faces. Wasn't my gentlemen, it
certainly wasn't my fuck up. - Oh no? - Absolutely not. - So maybe it was their fuck up,
right? But they don't know where the
money went. They said the Sinaloa bus was
delivered to a drop off point in the middle of the Salton sea and no one ever saw it again. - Everyone knows that
story, give me a break, it's on the bloody internet. - So it's legend now, right?
- That's right. - Millions buried out in the
desert. Many people have tried to
find it, you know that? Daddy even took sonar out there, you know, excavation site guns. You know what they found? - No. - Don't fucking get cute right
now. You don't know, no, they found bags of dirt with X's sprayed on them, buried
deep. So now, you tell me what they
are, what you've been planning and where the fuck is our money. - Olivia I... (dramatic music) - [Jeff] The parole officer is a
nurse? - [Tony] No dude, it's his
daughter. - Papa has been wanting to
talk to you for some time. - No misunderstanding, Mr.
Brooks, only tell us where it is, or your people are next. - My people are next for what? - Last chance Mr. Brooks. - Please. - Papa doesn't give
second chances, Damien. - Calm, correct and recall. - Kill them all. (dramatic music) - Okay, okay, okay. I'll tell you where the money is but we've all got to go, all of
us, including these fuck faces. (coughs) (breathes heavily) - Maybe trusting me one
more time wouldn't hurt. - I'm sorry. - My daughters will take you,
that wasn't so hard, was it? - No. - Pride, is no good amigo. When you think you're
too smart, it's not good. This is not about who
is smart and who is not. This is about money. (dramatic music) And this piece of shit
messing with my daughter. No, you disrespectful piece of
shit! - [Layla] Papa. - You happy? (breathes heavily) - We make $30 million a month, you think I care about that
money? - No sir. - Fuck that money. But respect has a fucking price, and that price is $33
million or your heads on a fucking spike! (breathes heavily) - So now, let's take a ride,
yeah? - Sounds like a good idea. (dramatic music) (dramatic music) - Let's go Loco.
- I'll make it easy. - Let's go.
- Fuck. - If this is all for nothing
and we're on some bullshit, fake chase, de mata. - Calm down, Layla. - Fuck you, man. (dramatic music) - So did your guys bring what we
need? - Of course we did. - I don't think you're
dressed for this ladies, you wanna cut me free? - Kuko.
- Fuck that. - Just do it Kuko. - You tricky white boy. - Well, I think it's gonna
probably take me all day unless you cut my crew free. - Do it. Hurry the fuck up Kuko. (groans) - Fucking asshole. - Okay well, give them
the disk, log them in and answer the bypass code. - What? Fuck that, no way, man. Uh uh, I ain't giving up my
money. - You're not? - Jeff, just fucking do it. - No. - Jeff, what the hell? Do you wanna die? - Listen to your girl white boy. - Fuck! (dramatic music) - What's on the disk? - The actual GPS location. - Don't be putting
something that aint right, my men will kill you where you
stand. - There, it's logged
in, you can do the rest. I'm fucking done. (dramatic music) - [Olivia] Okay, show
us where it is, Brit. Come on, we don't got all day! (gun fires) - Jesus fucking Christ. Officer down, 10:00, This is sheriff Bill Tucker,
shots fired. Track this call, send support. (dramatic music) - What have you done? They were essential to the
location you dumb fuck! - Who are you calling dumb fuck,
ese, I'll blast your ass too. - No, you won't Kuko, stop. - Calm your man down. (breathes heavily) - Yeah, you're right. You know, because this fucker executes two men for taking a
step, you trigger happy mother fucker! - Olivia, say the fucking
word, fuck this money. - What do you mean fuck the
money? Daddy's going to be pissed. - Who cares? - I fucking care.
- What am I doing guys? - You're fucking answering
the code white boy. - Fucking do it. - Wait. - No, don't wait. - Don't fucking wait. - Don't touch that fucking
thing, Jeff. (tense music) (fires machine gun) - Fuck! - Cover! Stay safe. (gunshots) Cici, start the car now! - Let's go! - What the fuck's happening! (gunshots) (car engine starts) Mate, piss off, I've got this. - [Olivia] Come on! (dramatic music) - Jeep is carrying the
daughters of Sinaloa cartel boss Joje Gordinez, suspects in
second SUV belong to Damien Brooks, copy
that? (cocks gun) That's far enough. - Looks like you got me again,
sheriff. - Did I? - I don't know what to tell you. - You're going to jail all over
again, all these men are dead because
of you. - Yeah, DEA, crooked as fuck. Couple of murdering shit bags
back there. - You don't know that. - Don't I? Sheriff go home, spend some
quality time with your daughter. - What'd you say? - I said go home, enjoy life. I mean, isn't that what
the fuck it's about? Fucking enjoying life. - There is no money. This was all for nothing,
Brooks, just tell me it was all
bullshit. - I'm leaving now, this is goodbye. - You're not going anywhere. - I am, this can be the
end here, Mr. Tucker. For both of us. - I'll kill you were you stand,
son. I ain't got nothing else, this
is it. - You lost your life,
I took that from you, that's on me. Let me make it right, give
it all back and some more. Think about it. You just took down the second in
command of the Sinaloa cartel,
you got a squad back there on the FBI's most wanted
list, and there's a laptop that belongs to El Gordo's
daughter with the IP addresses of their now on
unencrypted communications. That's a huge fuck up for the
syndicate. They'll reward you for this,
sheriff. - And for us, I think
there's some wonder in it. Let's close the door on
this right, shall we? You won't see me again. - I don't know, and the money? - They say it's buried
out there somewhere. - Right. - Who knows? See you around, sir. (dramatic music) (enchanting music) (screams) - El Día de los Muertos,
beautiful, right? - Yes it is. - Thank you for coming today. I know it's not your thing. - No, I wouldn't miss it,
it was a nice ceremony. - Well, you proud of your little
girl? - Mh-mhh. I got something for you. - Dad. - Go on sweet heart, open it. Hey, I'm done, it's over. I just want to be your
dad now, if that's okay. - Thank you. - Come here. I love you Jamie. (enchanting music) (phone rings) - Hello? - [Brooks] Layla. - Damien, you're fucking crazy. - I think so. - You know we're going to
find you and your crew. Papa will hunt you down. - Well, it's a big wide
world, I'll take my chances. - What, you're making that
last dramatic phone call to the girl who got the drop on
the Brit? You won't have an old cop
to save your ass next time. - No, it's not that phone call. Just a polite one letting
you know it's over. - But I'm not, who do
you think runs shit now? - Well, good for you. - Game fucking on. - See I, I think I'm done with
games, but I do want you to ask
yourself one question. Where's your sister? (speaks foreign language) - You okay? - Yeah. - These fucking girls man. (enchanting music) ♪ Are you ready ♪ You beautiful son of a bitch. Champaign.
- Nice. - Great to see you. - Ladies, you look
gorgeous, champagne on me. - Thank you lovely. - This guy. Come here brother. Great to see you. Shall we toast? - Not without me. - There he is. - Ola. - [Tony] Hey, and here
she is, a wild card. - Guess daddy's going to be mad
at me. (chuckles) - Salute. (airplane roars) - So Mr. Brooks, how did you do
it? - [Brooks] You wanna tell? - No, you tell her. - Come on, you do it, I'm tired. (sighs) - All right look, me and
Damien had been running drugs for your dad for years. And once we found out about the
DEA bust, Damien decided it was time to
make a little retirement plan. Our good friend, Mr. Leo Cap,
he happens to be best friends with the head of the truckers
union. - Big Paul, it's great to see
you. This is for you, tell
your boys next shipment is on Thursday. - We'll be ready, we'll have
the boys circle the wagon. - Thanks buddy. - The car wash, that was
just the perfect cover. We took the trucks that
were heading in the carwash, diverted them into the
middle of the desert, we swapped the cash for dirt,
but somebody was gonna have to take the fall. - Well, you know, this guy in
prison. - No way. - I'd have been fine in prison. - So I did the stretch, bought Jeff here some time to
make plans for the second half of this
thing. And we knew your father would be
on to us, because we took his money and my buddy here took his
little girl. (screams frantically) (chuckles) Look I knew your
father would be out for blood as soon as I made parole. And the data disk drive thing, they're just virus
trackers for the cartels. And those two DEA guys. - Bad dudes. - Well, they're dead now. They got done for human
trafficking, but fuck them. (gunshots) We knew there were murderers
on the payroll for the cartel and they did know the last
known location of the shipment. - Yeah, but what they didn't
know is how big of a raging hard on the sheriff would
have to bust your ass. - He did. - And then your sister becoming
his parole officer, I mean, that was up with that. (speaks foreign language) - So once we figured it all
out, we used the sheriff and Layla as pawns to bring
them all out into the open. Then the Sheriff swoops in,
saves the day, sets things right, everybody
wins. And as for you and me, mi amor, you wanted out, your
sister's the boss now, she's probably going to fucking
kill us. And I think, being millionaires,
we'll have no problem hiding from her. - Okay, okay, but where's the
cash? - Leo? - All right. I've been cleaning that
money for five years. The shipment's been on Rezland
since the very beginning, and no pain in the ass,
DEA, FBI or cowboy cops were able to get anywhere near
it. There's nothing like an urban
legend, keep people wanting and looking,
buried treasure, MacGuffin, all that Hollywood bullshit. - And what's it worth now, Leo? - With interest, $51.2 million. - I like that. - Cheers thots.
- [Jeff] I'll drink to that. (glasses clang) (speaks foreign language) - Where are we going? - Uh, anywhere the fuck we want? - Yeah, you choose. I'm gonna take a nap. Just make sure there's sunshine,
okay? (airplane roars) (upbeat music) (enchanting guitar plays) - Papa, Olivia. - Olivia? (enchanting music) (upbeat music) ♪ I Got my bags packed up ♪ ♪ Yes sir, I'm ready to go. ♪ ♪ To the east and on the
ten year rolling slow ♪ ♪ To the lands where pretty
girls they love to groove ♪ ♪ And the fellows love to
kick it with their bros ♪ ♪ Yeah, Coachella gold ♪ ♪ Everybody wants Coachella gold
♪ ♪ Hurry up and hurry up it's
almost time ♪ ♪ You know I like to not
have to wait in line ♪ ♪ Go to somewhere where the
stars and sun will shine ♪ ♪ Coachella gold ♪ ♪ Everybody wants Coachella gold
♪ ♪ And if you didn't know
they might as well be told ♪ ♪ Why be a horse when
you can be a unicorn ♪ ♪ Let the dancing nights
ignite your soul ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Everybody wants Coachella gold
♪ ♪ And if you didn't know then
you might as well be told. ♪ ♪ Why be a horse when
you can be a unicorn ♪ ♪ Let the dancing nights
ignite your soul ♪ ♪ Beep beep move aside ♪ ♪ You know I can't stay
stuck behind your slow ride ♪ ♪ Beep beep, move aside ♪ ♪ You know I can't stay
stuck behind your slow ride ♪ ♪ Coachella gold ♪ ♪ Everybody wants Coachella gold
♪ ♪ And if you didn't know then
you might as well be told. ♪ ♪ Why be a horse when
you can be a unicorn ♪ ♪ Let the dancing nights
ignite your soul ♪
