Compadres

Mmm.

Ooh.

Hey. Hmm?

Hey, pleased to meet you, lieutenant. Nice to meet you.

My men at Quantico speak highly of you.

And the FBI is grateful for your help, really truly.

Get out!

See the one here on the left?

That's krishna.

He's a hacker specializing in money laundering.

He has an associate known as "the accountant",

but we don't have much on him.

We think Santos hired him.

Do you recognize any of these men

who's ever worked with or been connected to Santos?

No.

Are you certain?

Yes.

I'm sorry, i cannot help you.

Passport, please.

Ah!

We gotta move fast.

Santos knows we stole the money,

we have to transfer it now.

We... we... we don't wanna mess with the Mexican mafia.

These people will cut your head off!

Wait, look. I'm not gonna work

for a fucking Mexican the rest of my life.

I got a... I got a nagging feeling that we're fucking this up.

Don't be a pussy!

Do you have the token?

Yeah.

Nice. Let's do it.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Hey, buddy. There's a bad guy outside looking for you.

Mike, I'm busy, man, I...

I am the bad guy. Oh, shit...

And let me introduce you my evil partner, porky.

Come on, guys, I'm... please... No, no, no, no, no!

Please! Please, don't!

Your boss Santos

stole $10 million from my boss, gaspar.

Yes.

And we want them back.

The accountant took the money, i don't have it.

You both stole it.

And the accountant isn't here, isn't it?

Mmm-mmm. No. So...

I can cut your ears off.

No, no, no, please, please, don't!

Please, don't!

Stop. Please, no. Please, no. Please, don't. Please, don't.

Coin. Coin.

Anything, guero? Coins?

Any coins? Any coins?

In the drawer, over there.

Okay, you gotta choose.

Me or him?

No! No, no, no! Please! Please, don't!

No!

Yes?

Is your father at home? My father?

Nice house.

Come on in. Dinner?

What you say to me, kid?

I'm not a kid. Is there anything i can do to help you?

Hello, this is the Montecito retirement home.

We've not received payment for three consecutive months.

I'm afraid we'll have to evict Mr. patelski.

Pay now.

I'm not a kid.

Is there anything i can do to help you?

Yeah.

Your father is an accountant, and I need a good one.

Accountant?

You don't speak English, or what? Accountant!

A-k-u... no.

A-q...

U... Listen!

My father isn't home, so if you come by tomorrow.

You must be the gardener!

I'm so sorry! I can go get the credit card! It's... it's...

You're not the gardener?

I don't like kids.

Specially fat white kids like you.

I'm gonna go call the police. I hope you have your visa.

Not like you're illegal, but... Where is your father?

I... I...

Listen!

The bathroom is right over there

and I can go upstairs and get you his card so you can call him.

Great. Yeah?

Okay.

Yeah.

Right there!

Don't be afraid, Mr. accountant.

Just give us our money back.

Is there any other way out?

No.

And I'm not a kid.

Those guys are crazy.

You don't wanna mess with them.

You think this is a game?

I hope your dad doesn't get mad.

How old are you? 14?

I'm 17.

And don't hit me again! I didn't hit you.

I only grabbed your ear, like this.

What are you? A nun?

I'm a cop.

And I can help your father to get out of this alive.

I'm not sure where he is, but listen, tiny Mexican man,

if I tell him you hit me he's gonna fucking destroy you.

If you don't tell me where he is right now,

I'm gonna take you back to porky and guasa,

and they will rip your balls off and feed them to you.

I need a pepto.

Be with you in a minute. Yes.

I had never seen a Polish guy in the store before.

He's not Polish, he's Irish.

I bet you one dollar he's Polish.

Make it 10.

So what can I do you for?

Yeah. Listen...

That Mexican guy over there was telling me

how all you Irish guys, you know, have a...

A tiny dick.

Personally, I love you, Irish people, but...

Irish, right?

Aye! Hey, kid.

Irish.

Listen, you fucking Mexican!

How do you reckon i shove both me fists

up your ass?

Come on, mate!

Take a fist!

Hey...

Don't fuck with Ireland!

Come on, lad! You want more? Huh?

Come on. Come on.

So how much is for the kid's cookies?

And this? $17.75.

Keep the change.

Well, thank you.

But I think I'm gonna borrow this. No!

Not me gun!

It was a gift from the old man.

What kind of father gives his son a .44 Magnum?

Look, grandpa, I got you the cookies you like.

Danke, Alex.

I don't understand what you're saying, grandpa.

It's your grandson, Vic.

Alex is dead.

We are going fishing on Sunday.

Like I promised.

Still having debts with asilo Montecito?

That hobbit almost killed me, cabron.

That's too bad, i would've loved for you to leave me alone.

The only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now

is because I respect your grandpa, here.

I'm so sick of you!

You come to my house,

you bring some whackos with a flamethrower.

I didn't bring them, okay?

This is your dad's fault.

If he wasn't santo's accountant,

none of this would have happened.

My father's dead.

I'm the accountant.

It's my hacker name.

You have a problem with that, fucking speedy Gonzalez?

Okay, okay, stop fighting.

Talk it out, Vic.

Grandpa, you just said my name.

Show some respect to Mr. Gonzalez.

He's an immigrant like you and me, Alex.

Don't forget.

Bye, grandpa.

Thanks for coming to see me, Vic.

I'm sorry about your father. It doesn't matter.

Where is your mom?

They both died.

They were spies.

Ambushed by the friggin' Taliban.

Wait.

How did you meet Santos?

What you're talking about? I don't know him.

All I did was deactivate some security aids

so krishna could move around the money.

So, you helped him steal Santos' money?

Krishna stole that money?

Yeah.

Well, that's why there's psychopaths after me.

No, gaspar sent those guys to your house.

Who's gaspar?

He's the boss.

And Santos stole the money from gaspar.

And they think you have the money.

No, no, no, no, i don't have the money.