Under Fire

- Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Put that fucking gun down!

What?

What the fuck?!

Poor little chickies...

Man, what is it with the rooster fighting anyway?

Humans just got tired of their own dick-measuring contest,

and now they gotta get other cocks to duke it out?

-No, it's a cultural difference.

Something that you wouldn't understand.

Cultural, huh?

Yeah. Well, dog fighting was cultural, too.

-I guaran-goddamn-tee if some NFL star

got caught cock fighting,

PETA would raid this place in a heartbeat.

-Well, I suppose it's a good thing

you blew your knee out in college, then.

Still could have gone pro.

But you didn't.

You acted like a fuck boy until you ended up here.

So, how about you shut up, eat your tacos,

because Valentino likes a clean plate.

Yeah, no, thanks.

I don't think my stomach is in the mood for a loser.

-Better clean your plate, gringo.

He's ready to see you.

Let's get on with it.

There's the jefe!

Abbott.

The only American I like passing through my doors.

Heya, Valentino.

I apologize for the mess.

I'm testing some rubs for my daughter's quinceanera.

You know, it seems like yesterday

she was running around in her pull-ups,

and...

now she's becoming a woman.

-Yeah, it does happen fast, doesn't it?

You seem a little young

to have that kind of experience, Abbott.

You have kids?

If I did,

do you really think that I would tell you that?

That's why I like this guy.

He has common fuckin' sense.

Let's see them.

-That's 50 of America's finest.

All untraceable, just like you ordered.

It's real clean.

Those are nice.

I like the file on the serial.

-Well, if they were any fresher,

they'd be in shrink wrap.

My men are going to be happy

not to have that Chinese mierda that always locks.

-Yeah, and I'm sure local PD will be very happy to hear that.

Now...

what do you have for us?

All right.

We all good, gringo?

No.

No, I don't think we are.

This is cash?

Valentino, we said cocaine.

All right, we agreed on cocaine.

-Then use the cash to buy cocaine.

-With what?! Fucking gold

doubloons? All right.

I promised them premium powder.

I told them I had Mexico's best.

-I'm not looking to get pinched.

-Well, nobody here is trying to pinch you, man.

I'm not saying you are.

But I smell a rat in my ranks.

Until I sniff him out,

it's cash only.

Val, Val, listen,

you're putting me in a very tight spot right now.

-Our whole business is one big tight spot.

You better learn that quick.

Before you become tomorrow's Happy Hour special.

-Boss man's not gonna be happy about this.

Coke, that's one thing but...

bag full of cash, it's mucho bad luck.

-Right. We will figure it out.

Figure it out?

- Mm-hm. - Hmft.

Like you figured it out

when you let El Geezer walk all over us?

-Listen, we need to stay

on Valentino's good side, okay?

Good side?!

That loco prick does not have a good side.

-I thought you didn't like those?

I'm a stress eater.

Okay?

You know what constitutes stress?

Mm.

-A bag full of cash and pirate's booty in our trunk.

-At least chew with your mouth closed.

-That's your worry? That's his worry.

Purpose of your visit?

Just a work trip.

-What kind of work's in Mexico for guys like you?

Just consulting.

Vasquez, this is...

Consulting?

Felt right in the moment.

13, got a possible 10-43.

On my way.

-This is a big bag of bad luck.

Relax.

We'll be fine.

Morning, boys.

Howdy.

-I hear you just got done with some consulting.

Yes, ma'am.

Sounds like fun.

Anything to declare in the trunk?

Brought back any consulting souvenirs?

No, ma'am.

What about you?

That depends, honey.

You're gonna give me a full cavity search?

Hey, you made them too tight.

I'm uncomfortable,

and you didn't give me my phone call.

It was a joke.

No one has humor anymore.

Let me out, please.

I'm gonna be really annoying.

Until you let me out.

-Your friend's got a real mouth on him.

I can hear him through the walls.

-Yeah, Griff has never learned

to exercise his right to remain silent.

-It might get him killed one day.

Hm.

-And it might get you killed too, Alex.

Maya,

you and I both know I've survived a lot worse

than a pair of loose lips.

Yeah?

Well, Griff won't keep those lips

if you aren't careful.

And a bag of cash in your trunk is not careful.

Wasn't my first choice.

-What happened to the cocaine, Alex?

Brass thought the deal was for ten kilos.

We need signs of product to make an arrest.

You know that.

It's Valentino, okay?

He knows.

He's getting paranoid, and more than usual,

won't let so much as a dime of powder out of his sight,

the prick.

-Well, maybe this is a sign.

-No. Okay. We're not doing that.

You're not pulling me out.

Okay, I can do this.

I just...

I need more time.

-How long do you think you can keep Valentino on the hook

before he finds out who you really work for?

Or Griff?

How long before he knows he's riding with a fed?

I don't know.

-Just be careful out there, agent.

All right, you're free to go, sir.

Better not catch you consulting.

Fucking DEA.

Didn't even give me my phone call.

-Right. -I should sue.

At least we got to keep the cash.

-No, no, because cash won't account for much

when our boss pulls our fucking fingers off

for not giving him what he wants.

-All he wants is coke, and we don't have that.

-That's a very astute observation there, Griff.

No, we don't have any fucking cocaine.

See, what we need,

what we need is a seller.

I'm gonna need you to get out

from under Valentino,

- because this situation, - Oh, yeah?

- Right. -it's not--

You don't like that?

-It's giving me a lot of razor burn.

It's killing me.

-Well, the second you meet a drug dealer

that has time to shave every day,

-I'll cut it for you. -Mm, you could be the first.

-I don't think Valentino appreciates a trailblazer.

You could always get out.

-Wasn't looking forward to this conversation.

-Let's say we pull you out of the assignment.

I'm saying

pull out of everything.

What do you mean, quit?

-Come on, this job is a dead end.

The war on drugs isn't gonna go anywhere anytime soon.