Mercury Plains

Any job interviews this week?

Nope.

Any applications?

There aren't any jobs.

I beg your pardon?

None this week.

I saw something over at Times Market.

Yeah, they need cashier experience.

Does your daddy have a job?

Does your daddy have a job?

I never met the man.

Well, now, who's the man that shares that residence with you?

That's my mom's boyfriend.

Well, is he gainfully employed?

Yeah.

He rents porta potties.

What?

You know shit houses. He rents them out.

Now who rents shit houses?

Farmers.

- Farmers. - You know, for the pickers.

Okay, for the Mexicans.

They're Guatemalans now,

at least that's what I've been told.

Have you talked to your daddy, your step-daddy about a job?

No.

Well, maybe those shit house renters could use a hand for the summer.

Maybe.

Frontiers of the Indian subcontinent,

linking Pakistan with remote Afghanistan.

- You hear that! - Don't slam my door.

I'll slam whatever I want to!

I can't believe you said that to me in public.

- I apologized. - You said don't worry about it.

- Yeah, you worry too much. - You're such an asshole.

Now you gonna apologize to me?

How was school today?

Hey.

I called you.

So?

Well, I'm here now.

Is that your dad's truck?

Sorry.

Can you get the keys for it?

What for?

Well, some people are saying they're going to Mexico.

- I don't know, could be fun. - Why don't we take your car?

My car is a piece. It'd break down halfway there.

Yeah, your car does suck.

Alright, hang out here in your... underwear and boots.

I'll be down with the señoritas, drinking margaritas.

Is that it?

They just let you drive across?

I guess if you were coming back is the important part,

'cause no one ever smuggled their ass into Mexico.

Four dollars.

How much is it for sex?

- Fifty. - Fifty.

What's the one on the end's name?

- Rosalinda. - Rosalinda.

- What about that one? - Rosalinda.

- How many Rosalinda's you got? - As many as you want.

Do you have money for your friend?

What?

You have money for your friend?

Why?

Everybody thinks he can not pay for her.

If you're his friend, you pay.

- Or what? - I beat his shit.

Well, that sounds like it's between you and him.

You're friend's not here.

Where the fuck is he?

He fucked my wife, went out the window and took a taxi to America.

Well, that sounds like you're shit out of luck.

Well, fucking is not for free.

How much does it cost to fuck your wife?

Two-hundred dollars.

Pancho over there says the going rate is 50.

Your friend hit her face.

- No, he didn't. - She has bruises.

The way she's looking at you, you hit her face.

Never mind about your friend then.

You fuck my wife then.

- Now I'm fucking your wife? - That's what I'm gonna tell the police.

You fucked my wife, then you hit her face, my wife.

The fuck she's your wife.

Listen to me, my friend, you're a long ways from home.

My cousin, he's the police.

My uncle is the captain of the jail.

It is very simple for you to go to jail.

Two-hundred dollars and...

you can go back home.

That's just about the sorriest Mexican shakedown I've ever heard.

Two-hundred dollars.

Fuck.

I saw you in there.

Sorry I didn't help.

Can I buy you breakfast?

What for?

Well, aren't you hungry?

So are you looking for work?

Nope.

You look like you are.

So?

Well, I got something you might be interested in.

What is it?

You wanna be a rich son of a bitch?

Maybe.

Stay right here.

Mitch, this is the Captain.

- Mitch is from Texas. - Is that so?

Yeah, he's got a bad ass black SUV.

No shit. What do you need me for, Mitch?

I never said that I did.

Well...

it's like this.

- You know Halliburton, right? - Yeah.

- You do? - No.

It's a company.

- Okay. - They're in Iraq.

They've got private security working for the government.

A Halliburton truck driver makes five times

what a four star general makes.

You know why?

I guess 'cause it's a rip off.

'Cause they get the fucking job done.

And when you get the fucking job done,

you get to name your price.

Do you wanna name your price, Mitch?

Hell yeah, he does.

Look...

Jesse's a dip shit. Anybody can see that.

He likes to talk a good game but you...

you don't like to talk.

So I'm not gonna say shit to you.

I'm not gonna tell you how you could be a freedom fighter on the front lines,

on the war on drugs, saving I don't know now many sisters

from a life of prostitution and whoring, just to get their next fix.

I'm not gonna tell you,

you could make big money carrying a gun and wearing a badge

and getting sweet look from every señorita that walks by.

And I'm not gonna tell you that it feels like a shot of mainline heroine

to be kicking ass and taking names, all in the name of Uncle Sam,

all the while knowing that you've got diplomatic immunity

under section 434.868C, passed by the US. Senate last year.

What I am gonna tell you...

is I'll pay you...

5,000 dollars a week to ride by my side.

What do you say cowboy?

I don't know.

Look...

I know you've got a crap ass situation to go back to.

We all do.

Nobody spends one night in Mexico if they've got anything to go back to up there.

But you know deep in your gut, that whatever might happen down here,

can't be half as bad as that crap ass situation you have to go back to.

So why go back?

It'll be easier if I drive.

Come on.

Take your pick.

Attention! Wake up, girls.

Come on!

Line up!

Come on!

Come on!

Four mile, double time hike.

I don't want any talking, belly aching, or grab ass.

I'll see you in the mess.

Camarillo, get Mitch an outfit.

No one goes in the big house.

Okay.

- What's this for? - That's your weapon.

Am I supposed to hit somebody with it?

It's your rifle.

Am I supposed to shoot somebody with it?

You will get a real weapon whenever you earned it.

So, how'd you get here?

Just came down.

Aren't you gonna ask how I got here?

- You want me to? - Yeah.

How'd you get down here?

My daddy stole me out of Oklahoma,

away from my mama, who had no right to me.

They say I'm on a milk carton, but I don't believe them.

- Your daddy? - The Captain's my daddy.

Stole me away. Say he'd waited a year, then couldn't wait no more.

- That's quite a story you got there. - That's why I made you ask me.

Break.

- So how long you all been at this? - Forever.

Where's it going?

Around the tree, all the way to the corral.

- What's it for? - Protection.

Protection against what?

It builds character.

Okay, back to work.

Back!

You can't mean him, right?

Everyone!

Stop.

Stop.