[thunder cracking, rain pours]
RADIO ANNOUNCER: NWS has upgraded
the storm Thelma to a category two.
Heavy rain and wind speeds up to 85 miles per hour
are to be expected.
PILOT: This is Desert Eagle.
Still no visuals on the three missing hikers.
MAN: Bravo Charlie, please confirm status on Rescue Ops.
MAN 2: Come on, boy! Come on!
MAN 3: This is Rescue Team 1, Lima Charlie.
That's a negative on the hikers, but it's getting worse out here.
(CONTINUES ON RADIO) Storm's picking up.
Desert Eagle, what's the status up there?
PILOT: There's a flash flood building.
You gotta get your guys off the mountain. Over.
All teams to higher ground. Big wall of water coming.
MAN: Rescue Ops, retreat and seek shelter.
Where's that volunteer on horseback? He's not on radio.
PILOT: Gotta be on his way back.
He'd be crazy to be out here in this.
[dramatic music]
Too much turbulence. We're bringing this bird back in.
[dramatic music continues]
[music intensifies]
[creaking]
[horse whinnies]
Hey! Hey!
- WOMAN: Hey! Over here! - MAN: Hey! Help us!
- WOMAN: Here! - MAN: Oh, thank God.
RAMBO: Come on. We gotta get going.
There's a lot of water comin'. Get on.
- WOMAN: OK. - I can't find my wife!
- Have you seen my wife? - Come on. Get on!
You're gonna go? She could be right down there.
She's not! I found her downriver. She's gone.
Please, Jimmy! Let's go!
- I gotta go find her. - WOMAN: Jimmy!
[wind howling]
Ohh!
- [horse whinnies] - Come on down!
WOMAN: OK.
Get over there by those rocks!
[screams]
[whinnies]
Come on, boy!
[rope creaks]
[woman whimpers]
Oh!
Get in close!
Hold tight as you can!
Are we gonna die?
[water roars]
[gasping]
[rescuers shouting]
So where'd you find them?
Two miles downstream, at Base Canyon.
- You get a positive ID? - Not yet. Pretty torn up.
OFFICER: Don't know. Trying to reach them on radio now.
Hey. Who's he?
Volunteers time to time, Captain.
Nam burnout. But he's a hell of a tracker.
You alright, John?
[rescuers shouting]
Wife got killed in the first wave.
Husband ran away.
Yeah, we found them about a mile down the river.
You did what you could, John,
and, well, we appreciate your help, again.
Hey, mister?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
[crickets chirping]
[horse snickers and grunts]
Good boy.
[lid pops]
Are you tired?
[speaks Spanish]
RAMBO: Sí.
You must be cold too.
This weather can make you sick. Have some coffee.
[sighs]
I heard the news.
Two people died.
I couldn't save 'em.
Couldn't save my brothers in the war either.
You cannot blame yourself
because you can't save some people.
You are not in the war anymore.
Only in your head.
It's hard to turn off.
Sitting there, you remind me of your father.
He would sit outside in his rocking chair.
Always thinking. Never talking.
But you have done a wonderful job here.
Running this place.
I can't thank you enough for letting me stay
and helping raise Gabriela.
Thanks.
Goodnight, Maria.
[bulb rings]
['Five to One' by the Doors playing]
♪ Yeah, come on ♪
♪ I love my girl She lookin' good ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ One more... ♪
[music stops]
[somber music]
[tap running]
[panting]
[turns off tap]
[hooves thudding]
[whinnies]
Easy, easy, easy.
Good boy. Come on. Turn.
Hold, son. Hold, son.
[neighs]
Come on, son. That's it.
Turn now. Turn.
Come on. Come on, son.
Come on, son.
[somber music continues]
- MARIA: Buenos días. - Buenos días.
How did you sleep?
- Pretty good. - Mm.
I didn't see Gabri's car.
She called. She's fine, John.
She's at Antonia's.
I was hoping she'd help me ride that new bald-faced stallion.
She'd like that horse. He turns great. Great turner.
- Hmm. - Yeah.
You know, she'd be a good trainer.
She's got a way with horses.
Don't you think?
Mm, maybe.
But she is going to college.
You think she wants to smell like horses
all the time, like you?
[chuckles] That bad?
No, para nada... if you like horses.
[liquid dripping]
[taps]
[rumbling]
- [man's voice] Hey! - [woman's voice] Hey!
- Over here! - Have you seen my wife?
[screams echo]
[muted gunfire and shouting]
LYNDON JOHNSON: Make no mistake about it.
[screams echo]
We are going to win.
GENERAL WESTMORELAND: I can assure you that militarily,
this strategy will not succeed.
[thudding]
- GIRL: Uncle John?! - In here!
Hey.
Afternoon.
Did you finish working out the horses?
Yeah, pretty much.
[sizzling]
What you working on?
You know what this is?
A small knife.
No, it's Damascus steel.
It's a letter opener I made
for when you go away to college.
And I'm gonna add on these white handles.
A letter opener?
It'd be beautiful on your desk.
Hmm.
Uh, I hate to break it to you,
but nobody writes letters anymore.
Hmm.
Well, then you can use it to keep the boys away.
- Anyway... - OK.
- RAMBO: Push. OK. - GABRIELA: OK. Jeez!
Gotta grease these hinges.
- I can help. - OK.
How'd it go last night?
Well, not that many people showed up to the party.
- Why not? - 'Cause of the rain.
Hmm.
Grandma told me what happened last night.
About the people who died.
- You OK? - Mm-hm.
You know it's not your fault, right?
You tried.
I did try.
Do you want to go ride?
- Yeah, go put your boots on. - OK.
[horse whinnies]
GABRIELA: It's crazy, I'm about to start college.
I don't know why. I have no idea what I want to do yet.
Did you know what you wanted to do at my age?
RAMBO: Yeah, I wanted to be a soldier.
GABRIELA: At my age?
Even before your age.
Did you like it?
Well, I had some of the best friends
I ever had for a while.
It's gonna be real quiet around here without you...
..asking all these questions. [chuckles]
- I'm sure you'll survive. - Yeah.
The sun's setting. I only have about an hour left to ride, OK?
- Why is that? - I have to go to Antonia's.
She's throwing this thing for the guys
who are going to college in the fall.
Why don't you invite them here?
What?
Bring them over here.
Remember what happened last time?
- You freaked them out. - Why?
Because you wouldn't stop staring at them.
Oh, no.
Yeah, I do that sometimes, but it's not intentional.
Thank you, but Antonia's got it covered.
We're just gonna have it there, OK?
Show them the tunnels.
What?
Show them the tunnels.
You don't let anybody go in the tunnels.
No, but they're your friends,
so they're welcome.
- OK, cool. Yeah. - Yeah, show them the tunnels.
- Yeah, that would be fun. - Yeah.
Hey, I'm really gonna miss riding with you.
[chuckles] I'm gonna miss riding with you too.
['Link' by Icy Narco playing]
[kids chattering]
- GABRIELA: Get ready! - Oh, wow!
[chattering continues]
Isn't this cool? He's never let anyone down here.
BOY: This is crazy, man.
MARIA:
That music is horrible.
If her mom could hear it... Do you like that music?
I could get used to it.
RAMBO: I hope she's having a good time.
Hmph.
You never let me in the tunnels, hm?
If you really wanna go in, I'll take you on a guided tour.
No, thank you. Too dirty.
- RAMBO: It is that. - [chuckles]
[song continues]
[sighs]
BOY: This is a great place for a party, baby.
Not right now, OK? I have a lot on my mind.
No, I understand, alright...
- Did you draw that? - Yeah.
I drew that actually when I was 10 years old.
- That's a masterpiece. - [phone buzzes]
BOY: Who's that?
Oh, I gotta take this. Gizelle?
Hey, girl, can you hear me? The reception is not so good.
No, no. Yeah, yeah. I hear you.
Tell me everything.
[engines rev]
- Gabrielle? - Yeah?
[cans clinking]
What are you doing down here? All of your friends have left.
They made a big mess. I'm just cleaning up.
So how did it go?
Um, everyone had a good time.
They kept asking me why my uncle built these tunnels.
What did you say?
I said that you like digging and you're a little crazy.
That's fair enough.
I need to talk to you about something,
and I just want you to have an open mind about it.
I need to go to Mexico.
[sighs] Why would you want to do that?
Because I found my father.
My friend Gizelle, who lives there...
Well, she used to live here. Do you remember her?
Mm-hm.
I asked her for a favor and...and she found him.
He lives in a town near hers.
Uncle John, I have to do this.
I need to hear it from him.
I need to understand why he would just do that.
Because he's not a good man.
- It can't be that simple. - It is.
Uncle John, I've heard the stories.
I know you've been through a lot.
But, OK, my world is a lot different from yours.
No, it's not. It's worse.
No, it's not.
People don't just act bad for no reason.
There's no reason for a man to throw his family away.
- He's lucky he has one. - Why are you getting so mad?
Because you don't know how bad it is.
I know how black a man's heart can be.
There's nothing good out there, Gabrielle.
- Well, maybe he's changed. - Men like that don't change.
- It only gets worse. - You changed.
I haven't changed.
I'm just trying to keep a lid on it, every day.
Uncle John, I need you to trust me.
I need you to know that I'm gonna make good decisions.
I can't control what's out there.
You can't just protect me forever.
As long as I'm around, he's never gonna hurt you again.
No-one is.
You said you did what you thought was right
and left at 17, and nobody stopped you.
I wish they had.
Gabrielle, I care for you like a daughter.
I know you want answers.
Just wait a little while.
Grow up a little bit.
Know about the world a little bit.
Would you do that for me, please?
[stammers] Alright.
Thanks.
- I'm gonna go to bed. - Goodnight.
Goodnight.
[Maria shouting in Spanish]
[shouting continues]
He never wanted you around him!
Nana, I just wanna know why.
Who cares why?
The man is dead inside! He has no heart, no soul...
What's going on?
She wants to see her father.
Gabrielle, I thought we had an understanding.
We did.
We did. I'm sorry.
But I've been thinking about it all night and...
I just want answers now, not later.
How did you find him?
- Gizelle helped me. - Gizelle.
She still talks to Gizelle...
Yeah.
Gizelle is a bad girl!
- She's changed! - No, she hasn't changed!
I was very happy when she left!
Grandma, she's trying to help me.
He won't even remember you!
He never behaved like a father!
That man is more your father.
Watching over you, protecting you.
These last 10 years, he was the father.
- No el loco, mijita! - Maria, go easy.
No. Why?
Because.
MARIA:
He doesn't deserve to lay eyes on you!
He never once went to the hospital when your mother was dying of cancer!
One Christmas John had to pull him off your mother when he was beating her with a belt!
- That's enough. - Tell her.
I don't want you around that man!
We're not letting you go to a dangerous place
- Por favor? - Ya!
Enough!
OK.
You're right. I won't go.
I'm gonna go to Antonia's.
- MARIA: OK. - I'm sorry.
It's alright. She's a kid.
[horse snorts lowly]
Uncle John!
Sorry about everything earlier!
That's OK!
OK.
[engine starts]
[intense music]
[sighs]
[chattering in Spanish]
[music continues]
[horn honking]
[Latin hip-hop music playing]
[man shouts in Spanish]
MAN: Vente!
Hey! Come here! Métete, métete!
Look at you!
You're looking good homie, long time but that's cool
- Oye. - Hmm?
You still a virgin?
Relax, I'm kidding!
[chuckles awkwardly]
You gotta be dry with all that dust and shit!
- You want something to drink? - No, I'm OK.
I do.
I'll just sit here.
You know, I can feel you looking around.
What?
- It's a nice house, huh? - Yeah, it's fine.
I can feel you looking at me too.
No.
No. You look great.
I know I've changed.
Life down here, it ain't easy, my sister. You do what you can.
Yeah, I get it.
I appreciate you so much for helping me find my dad.
I mean, it wasn't easy, but it's cool.
Here. Let me give you something because...
No, no, no. You think I'm some fucking charity case?
No, Gizelle. I didn't...
I was kidding!
[gasps] OK.
I actually believed you there for a second.
You know I would never hurt your feelings like that.
I'll finish this, and...
...we'll go see your old man.
OK.
Hyah! Come on!
Hyah.
Come on! Hyah.
[sirens wailing in distance]
GIZELLE: OK, make a right
and then get the next open parking spot.
This shit gets stupid packed.
- GABRIELA: We're here already? - Right there.
[both chatter indistinctly]
- GIZELLE: Yes, right there! - GABRIELA: Oh, right here.
GIZELLE: Here it is, 172.
Go on and get your daddy, girl.
[mutters] Apartment number two. OK.
- [baby crying] - [music playing in distance]
[muffled chatter]
GABRIELA: Hola.
- Is Manuel here? - Who are you?
I just want a word with him.
- What do you want? - Who are you talking to?
MAN:
WOMAN:
- Who is she? - I'll explain later.
I didn't have your phone number.
I did not expect this.
It's been a very long time.
I know.
You're all grown up now, Gabriela.
How did you find me?
- It wasn't easy. - [Manuel chuckles]
You always had a good head on your shoulders.
Even as a little girl, you always did good in school.
I need to talk to you.
[chuckles] Just now, you looked just like your mother.
- Really? - Yes, very much.
You could almost be her twin.
Thank you. Um, I need to... I need to ask you a question.
Of course.
Why did you leave us?
I'm just trying to understand
why you would just go like that.
OK.
Because one day, I looked at your mother and you
and realized you both didn't mean anything to me anymore.
I know it's hard to understand.
But I wasted time
being with you
and her.
And she fucking dies and leaves me with you...
..who I never wanted.
Any more questions?
You don't need to come back.
[Gizelle speaking Spanish]
Hey, hey, hey, what happened? Girl, what happened?
I should've listened to him. He was right the whole time.
- I gotta get back home tonight. - Who?
Fuck that! You're not gonna drive home.
It's too late and you're too upset.
Yo, let me help you. You gotta calm down, though.
We'll do something to get this out of your mind.
I'll drive.
[hip-hop music playing]
♪ Surf the wave ♪
♪ Wave, wave ♪
♪ I'mma, wave I'mma surf the wave ♪
♪ Wave, wave ♪
♪ Wave, I'mma surf the wave... ♪
- [Gizelle speaks Spanish] - GABRIELA: Hi.
[music continues]
[indistinct chattering]
♪ Wave, wave ♪
♪ Yo, it's working This rage is working ♪
♪ This anger's perfect These verses are such... ♪
[speaks indistinctly]
[replies indistinctly]
- Hey, Gizelle... - [speaks indistinctly]
♪ You should listen seriously and that's for certain... ♪
- [continues speaking Spanish] - Oh, no.
♪ Watch for the sharks and the motherfuckin' cops, yo ♪
♪ Wave, wave ♪
♪ Wave, I'mma surf the wave ♪
♪ Wave... ♪
[door opens]
Don Miguel.
[speaks Spanish]
Thank you for coming.
Something to drink?
I don't have much time. Better we get down to business.
Perfecto.
So you're looking to expand to the U.S.?
Partnering up with you would be a great step up.
I'm always looking for new whores.
Last year we exported 17,000 girls...
even a mediocre one can generate $300,000.
[inhales sharply]
You're here, Victor.
Don Miguel, you look good!
Everyone out of here.
I knew you'd like these girls! Top quality!
I heard you sent a sample to New York...
Go upstairs! Miguel and I have to talk.
So talk... am I covering your fucking mouth or what?
Look, figure out your shit and then we'll talk.
Just give me a minute, Don Miguel.
Vito...
What's your problem... you know what we're trying to build here.
A mí? Mí?
What is your problem?
I break my ass finding the best bitches but can't close a deal?
You're making us look bad.
Calm down.
You calm down! We can't fuck this up, it's a lot of money
You do your thing and I'll do mine...
Excuse me gentlemen.
[sighs]
MARIA: John! John!
- What's the matter? - She never went to Antonia's.
- She went to Mexico. - What?
Gizelle called.
Gabriela went to see her father and never came back.
Did you get an address?
And her father's too.
[clatters]
What happened, John?
[tense music]
- Should I call the police? - Cops can't cross the border.
Down there, they don't do shit.
Please, John...
Bring her back to me.
I'll find her.
[engine starts]
RAMBO: I can't control what's out there.
GABRIELA: You can't just protect me forever.
[door opens]
MAN:
The truth is... I like dogs
[whimpering]
But if one of them runs away...
it pisses me off
It needs to be punished!
What can I say... it brings me down
[woman gasps]
If one of you bitches wants to run away.
go ahead...run.
But I will find you...
and I will kill you... I swear.
[whimpering]
[door closes]
[sobbing]
[dark music]
[indistinct chatter]
[woman shouting indistinctly]
[lock clicks]
I'm looking for Gabrielle.
She's not here.
[baby crying]
Where is she?
I don't know anything.
All this shit is because of you.
I should've broke your fucking neck 10 years ago.
[car horn toots]
RAMBO: Gizelle.
Who are you? What do you want?
My name is John.
We've met a few times before.
- I'm looking for Gabrielle. - She's not here.
Do you know where she could be?
I don't know. She wanted help finding her old man.
That's all I know.
Mind if I ask you a few questions about what happened?
OK, but I don't know much.
Inside, if you don't mind.
OK.
GIZELLE: She was so sad.
He basically told her to fuck off
and I just wanted to help.
Then what happened?
What happened? She was crying a lot.
And it made me feel bad and I didn't want to bring her
back to this shithole because it's depressing.
I thought it might be better if I took her out,
calm her down, get her head clear, maybe get some drinks.
And then we went to this place and then we got separated.
- And I don't know what happened. - How?
Because I drank too much. It happens.
I was talking to a couple of friends,
then I looked up and she wasn't there
and I looked for her everywhere and I thought maybe she left.
I don't know. I don't know.
She left without saying goodbye?
Yeah, I don't know. Maybe.
Somebody drove me there and I don't even know who.
And, yeah, I said I was fucked up.
Was she talking to anyone, any guys?
What?
Was she talking to any guys?
I don't know, man! Maybe.
She must've talked to a few guys.
Why you asking me all this shit? You think I'm lying to you?
You called my house and said
she never came back from her father's.
Yeah, I was giving you a heads-up.
- Or covering your ass. - Man, fuck you...
Where'd you get this?
She gave it to me, man.
It was her mother's.
She'd never give it to you.
You sold her out.
She was your friend.
Fuck you! Get out of my place!
Look at me.
You're gonna take me to that club
and you're gonna show me who she was with...
..or I'm gonna hurt you real bad.
Let's go.
Get out.
[people chattering in distance]
[dance music playing loudly]
Shit, man. I can't go in there.
People know me. I gotta live down here.
You're gonna go inside and you're gonna point them out.
If you do anything else,
then I promise I'll put a bullet in your head
before they can get me.
Move.
[dance music pounding]
[music fades and echoes]
RAMBO: I haven't changed. I'm just trying to keep a lid on it.
GABRIELA: My world is a lot different from yours.
RAMBO: Because you don't know how bad it is.
I know how black a man's heart can be.
[music pounding]
[women chattering and laughing]
[chattering in Spanish]
That's the guy, man, on the couch.
- We're cool, right? - Fuck off.
Get out of here.
[continues chattering]
I'll be back.
[speaking Spanish]
- [woman chuckles] - [man speaks Spanish]
[both laughing]
[car doors click]
[speaks Spanish]
[gasps]
[man and woman exclaim]
RAMBO:
Leave!
Where is she?
I don't know that bitch!
[screaming]
Dónde está?
- Arggh! - [crunch]
[man yelling]
Arggh! Ohh!
Start telling me where she is or I'll break it off.
[moans]
OK! OK!
[shouting in Spanish]
[woman gasps]
[man panting]
[engine revs]
[intense music]
[engine starts]
[man panting, groaning]
Girls... cooperate! Just do your fucking job all day and night!
WOMAN:
If it's forty, fifty men, too bad...
You don't stop until you're told to.
Cooperate!
MAN:
Stop here.
[groans]
RAMBO:
Which house is it?
[man panting]
The house at the top... the one with the lights!
Oh!
[dark music]
[men chattering]
[line ringing]
[whistling in distance]
Come on! Take what you like!
[girls exclaiming and crying]
[shouting]
[screams]
[men call out in Spanish]
MAN: Hey, gringo!
[whistling]
[gun cocks]
[phone beeps]
[whistling]
[phone buzzes]
[phone beeps]
[men chattering in Spanish]
[guns clicking]
[chattering in Spanish]
[insects chirping]
[people murmuring]
- [blade clinks] - Whoa!
Nice blade!
Well...
What are you doing here?
Are you lost, old man?
No... nothing?
What if I cut your mouth with this knife...
Vito.
Arizona!
So, what...
did they run out of whores over there?
- [people chuckling] - [man exclaims in Spanish]
I know this one!
Sí, a huevo.
VITO:
This whore's in our house.
- Hey! - [all shout]
[clicks tongue]
Who is she to you?
[chuckles, grunts]
- [Rambo groans] - [all shouting]
[cheering]
[thumping]
That's enough!
MAN:
Get him up.
[weakly] Let her go.
What?
Let her...let her go.
Let her go?
Throw him in acid...
[breathing heavily]
"John Rambo."
Juanito Rambo.
[laughs]
Wanna know something, Juanito?
These girls mean nothing to me or my customers.
In my world, they're nothing. They're not people.
They're just... they're just things.
They have no worth to men like us.
So I would have not paid attention to this.
- To her. - [Rambo groans]
But now I will
because you coming here
has made it very bad for her, cabrón.
We would've just trained her, used her and sold her.
But now we're gonna make an example of her.
I'm gonna let you live.
- What the hell are you saying? - I am talking Victor! Fuck!
And you're gonna think about this
every fucking day of your fucking life...
..until you can't think anymore, Juanito.
[Rambo grunts]
Put your mark on him and his little bitch too...
and make it deep.
[groaning]
[Rambo moans]
[woman speaks Spanish]
Get up.
Let me help you. Can you stand?
[both grunting]
[woman muttering]
OK, you have to get up. They will come back.
Vamonos.
[mutters] Let her go.
Let her go.
[engine revs]
Why do you treat me like an idiot?
No one is saying that.
Of course you are... I wanted to kill that motherfucker.
What the fuck do you want?
Give me the girl.
This is a business.
I know this is a business, motherfucker, but I need this.
[speaks Spanish]
No, no, no, no. Por favor. No, no!
[cries]
[Gabriela trembling]
Quién es?
Who is this guy?
Where did you get that?
GABRIELA: No, no, no.
Who is he?
No, no, no...
It doesn't matter now...
[whimpering]
he's lying on the street... with my mark on his face.
[voice echoing]
Ahh... [voice echoes]
[Gabriela whimpers]
[speaks Spanish]
[gasps]
[speaks Spanish]
[sobbing] No! No, no, no, no.
[screaming]
If he stays still these should hold.
He has a serious concussion and should be in the hospital
I know...
Fine.
Because of the concussion, he'll have sensitivity to noise, to light
He should be better in a couple of days.
Carmen, you know I care about you but this is crazy
Don't worry...
[low tense music]
[chattering in Spanish]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[tense music continues]
[Rambo murmurs]
[Rambo groans]
[panting]
You're up.
Yeah.
Are you OK?
Who are you?
Carmen Delgado.
What is your name?
John.
Your truck is in the garage, by the way.
How did I get here?
I brought you here.
You don't even know me.
Why do I have to know you?
Um...
You were in trouble.
I don't know. I would do it for anyone.
Why were you even there?
I'm an independent journalist.
I was following El Flaco.
A pimp who drugs and sells girls.
I saw you in the club, watching him.
I saw what you did to him.
How long have I been here?
- Four days. - Four days?
Mm-hmm.
Christ.
You gotta tell me...
..where are the men that took her?
Who did they take? Your daughter?
Yeah. Where is she?
Who are they?
The Martínez brothers.
They took my sister.
They found her dead from an overdose three years ago.
I'm sorry.
You just gotta tell me where you think they are.
No, it doesn't work this way.
There's too many of them. Are you crazy or what?
I'm not thinking about that.
All I can think about is...
..how scared she must be,
what she's going through,
what your sister went through.
Just...help me, please.
I can't do it without you.
- OK. - Thank you.
Thanks.
[chattering in Spanish]
[people chattering and laughing]
[glass shatters in distance]
[dark music]
- What do you want? - A Girl... do you have a young one?
MAN:
Ven.
[dance music playing]
[bouncer speaking Spanish]
Veinte dólares... [grunts]
[intense music]
[Rambo grunts]
Go!
- Leave! - I can't! I can't!
[shouts in Spanish]
[grunts]
Vete! Get out! Go, go!
- Get out! Leave! - I can't... they'll kill me if I do!
- MAN: Qué haces? - RAMBO: God damn it!
No! No! No! No!
[groaning]
- Get out! - No puedo! No puedo!
- [sighs] - [man moans]
- Gabrielle, come here. - GABRIELA: No!
- No, no! Gabrielle, Gabrielle. - [wails]
It's John. It's John.
- It's Uncle John, Uncle John. - [Gabriela sobbing]
It's alright. It's alright.
It's your uncle. It's your uncle.
[whimpering]
[gasping]
Come on. OK. We're going home.
You're going home. You're safe now.
[starts engine]
VITO:
So no one saw anything?
- I told you to kill that fucker! - That's enough, Vito.
It was him!
Only an old fuck would come back for some cut up bitch
We'll find him and kill him
No, no, no, no, no.
I don't give a fuck about him!
This is your mess!
What the hell do you want?
Next time do what I tell you, bro.
Let's go!
Back to work!
[shouts in Spanish]
Fuck!
[Gabriela breathing raggedly]
You came back.
We're gonna get you back, get you back home.
- I'm sorry. - No.
You didn't do anything. You didn't do anything at all.
We're gonna go home and everything's gonna be good.
It's gonna be alright.
OK.
I got this back for you.
Gabrielle, I need you to keep your eyes open.
Keep your eyes open.
Let's talk about something.
I remember you were a great rider.
Win every event you were in, every competition.
You'd win everything.
I remember you were just about 11 years old.
You won five events in one day.
That's really something.
Gabrielle, stay with me.
You can do it. We're gonna be home soon.
I'll take care of you.
You got so much life left.
You got so many things you gotta do.
So many things.
When I came home a long time ago, you were so young.
Gabrielle, you were so young.
I was lost. I was a lost man.
And then I met you.
And I saw something
that I didn't think I'd ever see anymore.
Good in this world. Some innocence.
And I had a family that I never thought I'd ever have.
And raising you,
it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
And I thank you for that. Thank you.
You're like the...
Gabrielle? Gabrielle?
Gabrielle? No, no.
No, don't do it.
Gabrielle?
Oh, God.
[breathes shakily]
[weeps]
I'm sorry.
Why not me?
[melancholy music]
[engine revs]
Wait!
[somber music]
[Maria weeps]
[Maria sobbing]
[thuds bonnet]
[Maria weeps, speaks Spanish]
[wind whistles]
[gentle, somber music]
[music continues]
I miss her...
I want you to stay at your sister's.
There's nothing for you here, nothing for me here.
Where will you go?
I'm just gonna move around.
Like always.
Will I see you again?
Mm-hmm. Sure.
I will miss this.
I will be sad until I die...
I feel like... my heart has been cut out
Yeah.
[engine starts]
Travel safe.
[intense music]
[grinder whirs]
[drill whirs]
[grunts]
[groans]
[creaking]
[grinding]
[metal scrapes]
[grunts]
[engine rumbles]
[knocking continues]
What do you want?
I need your help.
[sighs] Come in.
If someone sees you, we both will die.
Coming back here is so dangerous.
- Did you find her? - She's dead.
Oh, I'm...
I'm sorry.
I really am. I know how you feel.
But coming back was dangerous.
Why are you here?
I wanna find the thin one.
- No. - The one that cut her.
- No, I... - The one that cut me.
I will not help you again.
- You have to. - Why do I have to?
What will it change? Nothing.
We grieve and move on.
And you've done that?
I mean, I think of her every day.
Every fucking day.
But we have to move on.
What if you can't move on?
What if you can't move on at all?
But you have to. We have no choice.
What's done is done.
Why is it done?
How is it ever done?
When I look at something so innocent...
..and I see that face never have life in it again,
how is it ever done?
I want revenge.
I want them to know that death is coming...
..and there's nothing they can do to stop it.
I want them to feel our grief
and know that's the last thing they will ever feel.
And I know you want it too.
[tense music]
[music rises]
[speaks inaudibly]
[gurgling]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[door creaks]
[shower running]
[reporters chattering in Spanish]
[siren wailing]
[reporters clamoring]
[clamoring continues]
[dramatic music]
- Go! - [whinnies]
- Go! Hyah!
[dramatic music continues]
[knife scraping]
[music ends]
[leaves rustling]
[solemn music]
[music intensifies]
[Hugo shouts in Spanish]
Be alert... five to the barn, the rest with me
- MAN: Vamos! - [men shouting in Spanish]
Get him! This old gringo is nothing!
[man speaks Spanish]
Ugh!
- [grunts] - [gunfire]
[men shouting in Spanish]
[men screaming]
Charlie, check it out, the rest with me.
[shouting in Spanish]
[whispering in Spanish]
[men whispering in Spanish]
[whispering continues]
[click]
[grunts]
[screams]
[men muttering]
Negro!
Oh!
[gunshot echoes]
[men speak lowly]
[panting]
[speaks Spanish]
[panting]
[men whispering in Spanish]
Arggh!
[screams]
['Five to One' by the Doors playing]
♪ Yeah, come on ♪
♪ I love my girl ♪
♪ She lookin' good ♪
♪ Come on... ♪
[grunts]
- [groaning] - ♪ Five to one, baby ♪
♪ One in five... ♪
[screams]
♪ No-one here gets out alive now... ♪
[wire clicks]
♪ You get yours, baby ♪
♪ I'll get mine ♪
♪ Gonna make it, baby, if we try... ♪
[speaking Spanish]
[gunfire on radio]
- ♪ The old get old... ♪ - [continues in Spanish]
♪ And the young get stronger ♪
♪ May take a week and it may take longer ♪
♪ They got the guns ♪
♪ But we got the numbers ♪
♪ Yeah, we're takin' over ♪
♪ Come on! ♪
[men scream]
♪ Get together ♪
♪ One more time! ♪
[groans]
♪ Your ballroom days are over, baby ♪
♪ Night is drawing near ♪
♪ Shadows of the evening... ♪
Perro!
[shouting]
- [music ends] - [feedback squeals]
[screaming]
[intense music]
[wire clicks]
[groans]
[yells]
[groans]
[men panting]
- Huh! - [wood cracks]
[men shouting]
[groans]
[tense music]
Here!
[panting]
[gunfire]
[groans]
[generator chugs]
[generator turns off]
[grunting]
Ugh!
They're all dead.
All of them.
I could've killed you 10 times.
But I wanted you last.
Fuck you.
No, fuck you, dead man.
I want you to feel my rage,
my hate,
when I reach into your chest
and rip out your heart!
Like you did mine.
Fuck you... and your bitch too
You want to live?
Follow the lights.
[booming]
[grunting]
[explosions booming]
[screams]
[high-pitched ringing]
[groans]
[panting]
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
[creaking]
[groans]
[screaming]
[yells]
[grunting]
[ominous music]
[shouts]
[grunts]
This is what it feels like.
[screaming]
[squelching]
[screaming]
- [grunts] - [gurgles]
[tearing]
[heartbeat thudding]
[grunts]
[somber music]
RAMBO: I have lived in a world of death.
I tried to come home,
but I never really arrived.
A part of my mind and soul
got lost along the way.
But my heart was still here,
where I was born...
..where I would defend to the end
the only family I've ever known.
The only home I've ever known.
All the ones I've loved are now ghosts.
But I will fight...
..to keep their memories alive...
..forever.
[triumphant music]
[solemn, momentous music]
[music intensifies]
[music crescendos]
[dramatic music]