Broken Land

Come on!

Whoo!

Come on, ladies.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Goddamn, Mr. Tidwell.

Scared the hell out of me.

Um, wetbacks cut my fence.

Calf got all tangled up,

and she and her ma got loose on your side.

Sheriff Thomas caught some, uh, traffickers two days ago.

They busted through a couple of gates

over at Bill Wilson's place.

So where at?

Loma Tank. That line there.

I can get over there tomorrow afternoon.

I'll let you know.

-Mr. Tidwell. -Mm.

-How you holding up? -I'm fine.

Psst! Get out of here!

Go on! Git!

From the studios

of Farm Journal Broadcast,

this is AgDay.

Then tomorrow thunderstorms

with the highs in the low 80s.

Who's out there?

Oh, god damn you.

Get the hell off my property!

Hey!

Get out of here. Hey! Hey!

God damn you!

Don't you...

Don't you come back here. God damn you!

You just stay the hell out of here!

Morning, Mr. Tidwell.

How you doing?

Uh, it sounds like your muffler's loose.

Have a good day.

Carson.

Carson.

Portia.

How are you?

Um... fine, thank you.

-How are y'all? -Oh, we're fine. Um...

Owen fell and broke his hip.

That took the wind out of his sails.

At least now he keeps his dick in his pants.

I, uh, I went...

to the cemetery the other week.

Stopped by to see Cathy.

Pulled some of the grass and cleaned it up a little bit.

I appreciate that.

You remember Vicky.

Vicky, you remember Carson.

Take care of yourself, Carson.

Swerved out of your lane back there.

How many'd you have?

Right tail light's out and your windshield's cracked.

Tires are bald. Tags expired.

Not wearing a seat belt.

Be more accurate, this thing has no seat belt.

Any other county, this thing would be impounded.

And if you have a valid driver's license, I'll eat my hat.

Do you want to go back to jail?

Since when are border patrol traffic cops?

Been trying to call you. Why don't you answer your phone?

I don't have a phone.

You have a phone. I gave you a phone.

Don't work.

Not if you don't turn the goddamn thing on.

Rhonda said that you didn't show up for your appointment again.

Again.

Said she won't schedule you anymore

unless I take you in myself,

which as we both know is virtually impossible.

So what are we gonna do about that?

Can you answer me?

- I don't need a doctor. - Dad.

Every 70-year-old needs a doctor.

Don't go anywhere.

Harley here.

Don picked up a group.

Sounds like someone might have been shot.

What?

Goddamnit!

- What was that? - Nothing.

Nothing. On my way.

Hey!

Oh, boy.

All right. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wake up.

Hey, come here. Wake up!

No, you can't stay here.

You cannot stay in here!

Come on, get up.

Come on, God... Get up!

Will you get up? Just get up.

Hey, hey.

You have reached the Duval County

- emergency line. -No, I need to report a, um...

Please do not hang up.

We are currently answering other calls.

Goddamnit. Goddamnit.

No, no, no.

Look at your leg.

Tomorrow, I go.

You need help. Ayuda.

Sir, are you there?

I would like to report...

Ow! Ow, ow, ow...

Hello?

Hello... uh, oh.

Hello! Hello!

Hello.

You shoot me.

You shoot...

Tomorrow I... I go.

Please.

Please.

Dad!

Dad!

-Open the goddamn door. -What're they doing here?

You called 911 and then hung up.

Neil told me this morning.

I wanna check up on you.

Uh, you just wanna check up on me, why'd you bring them?

Picked up some illegals last night off of 624.

Lost.

Stopped for water at a barn and said

somebody popped off some shots at them.

One of them's missing.

Well, what's this got to do with me?

You called 911.

It was an accident.

Who calls 911 by accident?

Hey, you told me your phone wasn't working.

Dad, someone's missing.

And if that someone's shot, it's a problem.

If someone's dead, it's an even bigger problem.

If you saw something, now's the time to speak up.

I don't know anything about it.

We're gonna take a look around, if you don't mind.

Meantime, just keep your eye out. Be helpful.

Let's go!

You put that away. They're gone.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Here.

Here. Here.

Go.

Burn!

It burn.

Oh, my God.

All right.

Now just... just...

Just stay still.

Okay.

Oh no, no, no. All right.

It's alcohol.

Clean. Limpiar.

Just be still.

Okay.

All right. All right.

There's nothing I can do about it.

All right.

There you go.

You no tell migra.

Why?

None of their business.

Where we are?

Coyote says we close town San Antonio.

We walk.

Well, your coyote lied.

San Antonio, hundred miles from here.

No walk.

Border Patrol got 'em.

My son. Migra.

All?

-Yeah. -Hey.

What do you do with me?

You stay here.

Till you can walk.

After that,

I don't give a damn what you do.

Hello.

My name Irene Romero.

You take me the bus station.

I pay 200 dollars.

Don't show your money.

Someone will take it.

You take me, the bus station, San Antonio.

I ain't taking you anywhere.

Best thing for you is go back where you come from.

I go Colorado.

You'll never make it to Colorado.

I walk two month all Mexico.

I go Colorado.

Three hundred dollars.

I no can walk porque you shoot me.

-What I do? -Get your coyote to pick you up.

You done?