Coyote

Hmm?

Hey!

Hey! No. Ah!

- Papi? - No.

No! No! Corre! Corre! Corre!

Why do you people always talk so fast?

Peligroso... dangerous, right?

Well, there's much less chance of border patrol

running into us out here.

Between here and Bisbee, only the old-style fence...

None of the new one.

Jesus!

Shit.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!

We're gonna have to walk.

Calculating route to Bisbee.

Head north 27.3 miles.

Far?

Take only what you need.

- Hey, this is Garrett. Leave me a message.

Hey, I'm gonna need a pick up at Bisbee around sunset.

I'll send you a GPS pin. Do not tell anyone.

- It's all right. I got it.

Try to keep up.

Yo.

Your cousin's in a bad mood.

No fucking kidding.

I know what "gordo" means.

And we wouldn't even be walking out here at all

if you hadn't filled a guy's head with expanding foam.

Fuck!

No idea what you've gotten us into.

You're too young to understand what these people

are capable of.

- What? Hijo?

We have to keep moving.

When we get to the United States,

you'll have to apply for asylum.

Asylum... get it?

Sí, asylum.

Ehh, don't get too excited.

To them, you're just another "TONK" right now.

TONK?

Territory of Origin Not Known.

Now if we get separated, you're gonna have to know

what to say and Inglés is better.

Okay?

"I am unable to return to Mexico

because I have a well-founded fear of persecution."

- Okay? - Huh?

"I am unable to return to Mex..."

Shit.

Come with me now. Come on.

Rápido!

Over there, over there.

This way.

All right. Come on.

Give me your foot.

Hold it. Hold it, sí.

I learned this from illegals like you.

Okay, now soft, soft. See? No footprints.

There.

Inside.

All right, give me your backpack.

All right. Come on.

All right. All right.

Perfect! Perfect.

All right, get down. Come on.

All right.

Don't move until I come back.

Shh!

Stay quiet. Hide here.

I'm coming back.

Smart girl.

- Again. - I am "a navel"...

"I am unable"... un-able.

I am unable...

To return...

I am unable...

To return...

To "ray-tone."

To return, return, return.

To "ray-tone."

- Return. - "Ray-tone."

Again.

"I am unable to return to Mexico

because I have a well-founded fear."

"I have a well-founded fear."

I have a well-founded fear.

Jerky?

Jeez. Fucking terrible.

Huh?

Is good for desierto.

What?

Oh.

Mmm.

Mmm.

What the... hot.

Ha.

Not the best use of our agua.

Uh. What?

- What? - Mm-hmm.

Gracias.

Hmm. De nada.

- Kids? - Mm-hmm.

Uh, sí, uno.

Hijo?

No, uh, hija... daughter.

Daughter.

Ellas... ellas aman father...

much.

Love.

Yeah, well, we're not as close as I'd like.

Still don't have a signal.

We're gonna have to keep moving.

How's that baby?

Still kicking?

Mm, sí. Sí.

Mi bebe: Juan Carlos.

Huh?

He'll like that... tu papá.

Happy.

Y tu hija?

- My daughter? Katie.

Katie.

Suerte.

Yeah, well... uh, something happened at work

when she was just a little kid.

Nothing was the same after it.

I became a giant dick...

angry, drinking.

Jill was great at first.

I think she just got tired of trying.

Cómo se dice, uh, "divorced"?

Divorciado.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

I'll bet you're gonna be a much better mom

than I was a father.

Most people, they say that

they'd kill for their kids.

Very few people actually have.

Motherfucker.

Garbage is good.

Garbage means civilization, huh?

Come on.

Huh.

I think it's this way.

"Think"?

I am unab... unable...

I... I am unable...

I am unable to re... to return to Mexico...

I am unable to return to Mexico because I have...

I have a... a well- "funded" fear of...

Of the Constitution.

Garrett, it's me.

I think we got a little off course.

Forget that first pin I sent you.

Unable...

I think we're a few miles east.

Use this one instead.

Hey.

Come on.

- We're gonna have to go over. Go!

Sons of bitches.

They're trying to run us till they wear us out.