ROSARITO, MEXICO
Did you finish your homework yesterday, T?
-Taylor? -What?
"What?"
I hope you do not talk like that to the teachers.
The answer you're looking for is, "Excuse me, Dad."
Maybe in England, but we're in Mexico.
The country you live in does not excuse bad behavior, smarting.
-I'm talking with you. -Whatever.
"Thank you for making breakfast, Dad."
Richard, I like what I hear, but how does it help my company?
I'm glad you asked that, Tom, for the most important thing for us,
absolute highest priority is the business value.
We have the resources to implement a hybrid-based security solution
which entails a sharp reduction in risk for security breaches of cloud services.
You know what, Tom? I think we are the company for you.
-So what do you say? - We'll call you soon.
- Brilliant, Tom. Thanks. -Good bye.
Hello?
- Can I talk to Taylor's father? -That's me.
Unfortunately, Taylor was involved in a situation at school today.
-Oh well? What happened? -He ended up in a fight with two boys.
It seems that he started the quarrel.
- Do you know how it started? -The boys refuse to answer that...
... but the other students said Taylor got angry because they teased.
-But he knows better than that. - Does he?
You probably understand that we do not tolerate such behavior at school.
I'll talk to him when he gets home.
Can I get the phone numbers of the parents of the children he was arguing with?
I got a call from the principal today. Is there anything you want to tell?
Taylor! This is the second time in two weeks!
Do not walk away from me. Turn around.
Who was it? Same as last time?
Yes.
It's a real bruise. Who struck the first blow?
Principal says you did. Is it true?
Taylor?
-I thought we agreed. -No, you agreed.
They say things about me and mom. They call me an orphan.
So what? Let them say it. It's not worth fighting for.
Stop trying to walk away! I have said that violence is not the answer.
-It got quiet on them! - It does not matter, okay?
You can not fix all problems. It punishes itself in the long run.
I'm trying to raise you as your mother wanted...
-Mom is dead, so stop trying. - Do not be like that.
Instead of teaching me to flee, you can teach me to stand up for myself.
There are better ways to handle things.
Taylor!
HOW TO BEAT HARD AND FAST IN A STREET FIGHT
As you can see, I lured him into false security and took a strong position myself.
I saw the purpose and struck with all my might. Then I can put myself in the same position.
I kick in the writing first, before hitting him with my elbow.
Or I can start by focusing highly on the body.
And ends with a kick to the head.
I do not want to argue.
Taylor?
-What are you doing? -Homework.
Homework? With that noise? I heard you from downstairs.
I watched YouTube.
Were the homework on YouTube?
"How to hit hard and fast in a street fight."
Charming... Why are you looking at this?
Next time they make noise, I'll knock them down.
Taylor, now you're listening to me. I will not have to hear
that you have beaten other children at school.
I do not care what they say. It's not worth it.
Continue with your proper homework.
Your teacher did not ask you to teach him to beat anyone.
-I'm almost done. -Almost not done, right?
I keep this one.
-Hello? -Richard.
-Who is it? -The question, amigo, is who you are.
What are you talking about?
You are a security consultant living in Mexico with his son. A quiet life.
Or, that's what you've been saying to others in recent years.
Right, Nero?
-How do you know that name? -I know the truth about you.
I know where you have been, what you have done and who you really are.
I do not know what kind of game this is, but I do not intend to participate.
The game has just begun. You'll get a video in 30 seconds.
Taylor?
Taylor!
Where is my son?
Look at your screen, amigo.
-Who the hell are you? -The one who decides. You know the rules.
I do not have to explain the situation to you?
Listen carefully. If you so much as touch a hair on his head, then I promise...
You're killing us all. And you know what, Nero? That's why I chose you.
I do not doubt that, but I need you for a job.
What the hell job? What are you talking about? Where is my son?
You are wasting the short time your son has left of life.
-Are you ready to listen? -I hear.
Your son is trapped in a gas chamber. Follow my instructions throughout the day...
... otherwise he dies of carbon monoxide poisoning.
You will do everything I ask, which includes murder, which you are good at.
And when it's all over, your son will be released.
Are you still there? There's a package in the garage. Andalé! Fast!
Do you see the west? Put it on.
There is a small camera on the west. Turn it on.
All you can see, I see too, amigo. Do not invent anything.
In the box there is a silver box. Open it.
This is your bulletproof SUV.
These are your coordinates.
Follow the road to the goal.
I'm not going anywhere until I can talk to my son.
Taylor? Taylor, it's Dad. Can you hear me?
-Taylor? -Dad? Dad!
It's going well, boy.
What happened to your face? Did they hurt you?
No, I'm fine.
Where are you? Do you see or hear something that reveals where you are?
I do not know where I am. When I woke up, I was here.
-What's going on, Dad? -I do not know.
Taylor? Taylor!
Fuck! Hell!
He has no idea how he ended up there, but the boy fought well.
He's tough, just like his padre.
The rules are simple: Do as I say. Carbon monoxide is terrible.
At the end of the day, if you've done everything I ask,
handed over to your son in a safe place.
-How do I know you'll let him go? -It's called trust.
-We will work on it throughout the day. -Trust? Then it's going to be a damn long day.
When can I talk to my son again?
When you have completed the first mission. Not a second earlier.
I'm here.
- Do you see the hotel on the left? -Yes.
There is a meeting in the restaurant between the Roja and Garza cartels.
They are trying to bury the hatchet and come to an agreement.
That would be bad, because then they control everything west of the T.J. River.
Terrible people.
So what do you want with me?
I want you to go in there...
... and kills everyone.
My God, you're not serious.
Have I done anything to make you believe that I do not mean bloody seriousness?
It's madness. I can 't shoot the place to shreds.
-Think of all the innocents nearby. -Your son's life depends on it.
In this case, I'm playing god, and I can tell you this.
There are no innocents in there. No saints, only sinners.
Villains. Bandits.
-How many villains are we talking about? -10-12 pieces, approx.
There was no problem for Nero 15 years ago,
but the question is whether you still have what is required.
You have a dark side, buddy.
So you say that if I go in there and kill everyone I see,
and somehow survive, so can I talk to my son?
Of course, señor. Just like that.
And it's your only chance to see your son alive again.
So go in there and play Call of Duty against those bastards.
No no no. No zipper.
I want to see the show.
The taste is like the butt. I'll be right back.
Bravo, Nero. Well done, my friend.
-Yes, pickpocket. Give me my son. -Shouldn't you fit your mouth?
Listen. I just massacred a gang of armed Mexican bandits.
So cut out the pissing and let me talk to my son!
You know what? I'll let you get away with it this time
because I understand you're excited since I have your kid,
but you did damn well. Do not be afraid, I keep my promise.
- He's coming in a minute. -It is best.
And one more thing... If one of your men touches the boy again
then the killings will happen much closer to you, you see?
Why do you say that? We start to become friends, create trust.
And after what you did at the restaurant, I think you're the right man for the job.
Behold, your son is well. Tough is here. Say hello to Dad.
-Taylor, are you okay? It's Dad. -I'm freezing.
I know, my boy, but you have to stay calm, okay?
-I promise I'm coming. - Do you send help?
-No, I do this myself. -What? How?
You just have to trust me, okay? Trust me.
The men who took you force me to do something for them,
but as soon as it's over, I'll pick you up. You have to persevere.
Who are they and why do they do this?
Fuck! Turn on again!
Nero, now there's plenty of father and son talk.
Do not worry. I'll give your boy a good peanut butter sandwich
and a glass of warm milk as you prepare for your next job.
Yes do it. Do not forget to cut off the edge of the bread, you bastard.
Nero, you have to learn to disagree without being so unpleasant.
Otherwise the kid will get your bad habits, ok?
I liked how you beat yourself up. See if you can do more of it.
Did you like it? Luckily something turns you on.
Okay, go to the next job, my friend.
These are your new coordinates.
You were right. He's a killing machine.
He just needed a little motivation.
I should have been a fucking life coach.
Listen to me, muchachos.
Usually we clean after all the gringos.
While sitting at home watching TV.
But tonight we watch TV while the gringos clean up after us.
-Are you ready? -Yes!
Get ready, bastards!
Continue in the direction of travel.
Okay, Nero. See what you can do.
That bastard is torn to pieces within three minutes.
-Whose side are you on? -Your, boss.
Okay, then we'll find out what our gringo thinks about the nightlife.
Be vigilant. Eyes everywhere.
Perceived.
Nero, do you see the big building to your left?
Yes, I see it.
The host of the next party is Eliazar Machado.
He's a bad bastard.
He's hosting the next party you're going to.
Trust me, Nero, when I say he's a bad bastard.
-I know who Machado is. -Good, then you know he deserves it.
Yes... Prostitution, extortion, kidnapping.
And the bombing of Juárez, when I think about it.
He's almost as big a meat as you.
Touché, but unlike me, Nero...
... then the world would be better off without him. Here's how we do it:
Our goal is to have a little party in there. Go up to the third floor.
To the VIP room, where he has fun.
There you kill him.
Good luck. I hope you're not too rusty after 15 years, Dad.
Because your little boy is counting on you.
The only rusty thing is the nails in your coffin if something happens to my son.
Buddy.
Stay there. Up with your hands.
What do you have there?
Damn, I did not expect that!
Black! Black! Black!
- There we have your guy, Donovan. -I said he was the best.
-Out! Out! -Hell!
-Machado? -Who the hell are you?
- Do you see this? -Sí, perfecto, señor.
Shoot that bastard in the head. Metal!
-Who the hell is that? -I do not know. Say it you.
-How the hell am I supposed to know? -Nero, carbon monoxide...
Do you recognize his voice?
Whoever you are, you're a fucking coward!
Did you not manage to kill myself?
I do not want to get dirty when I throw the garbage, amigo.
-Fuck you! -Matal!
Bravísimo Brilliantly done, my friend.
- We have one minute until the cop is there. -Kjekken.
-Stop staring in the mirror. -He has to get out of there.
What are you doing? Run!
Run! Federales are coming. Vamonos, Dad.
Sends new coordinates.
- Did he make it? -It looks like that.
These are your coordinates.
I want to talk to my son.
You know what, amigo? You deserve it.
-Taylor? -Dad, are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine, buddy. How are you?
Who are they? Why do they do this?
They want me to clean up their mess. It's my fault you were abducted.
What do you mean?
-I worked for an intelligence service. -As a spy?
Yes, approximately. More like a soldier.
The special forces. Like in one of your video games.
Does it have anything to do with mom's death?
Unfortunately, it has.
Dad. Tell me what happened.
Please, Dad.
Come on, Nero. If anyone deserves to know the truth, it's your son.
-Shut up! -Who is it?
It's me, Taylor. The man who kidnapped you.
-Why did he call you Nero? -It's a name from the past.
It's best you take it back.
The boys' lives depend on it, Dad.
Tell the truth. The truth will set you free.
Dad, tell me what happened. I want to know.
Okay, I'm going to say that.
Someone betrayed me. Someone told who I was to some awful people.
They found out where we lived. They took your mother.
I did everything I could to get her back.
When I finally found her...
... it was too late.
- Did they kill her? -Yes, they killed her.
-What did you do then? -I did what was necessary.
I tracked them down, and when I found them, I killed every single one.
So they took me out of service, moved us to Mexico and we were safe...
-...until now. -What do they want?
They want me to do the same to their enemies as I did to mine.
I thought I had put that life behind me, but now it's back.
So I'm going to do as the asshole asks,
but when it's over I'll pick you up, believe me.
Dad, sorry I'm behaved badly.
You have nothing to apologize for.
-Everything is going to be OK. I come. -I love you dad.
Sorry to have to interrupt therapy, Dad.
But you have a lot to do, and a long drive. Time to go.
Listen to me, muchachos. The main number starts in a few hours.
Go and smoke. Have a drink. My house is your house.
Right, Donovan?
Show respect in my case.
-Si, sir! -Si, sir!
Take it... Take this to keep warm.
I brought peanut butter...
PG&J, as they say. Without edges.
Like your dad said you like it.
Sorry we had to disturb your life like that.
We had to make sure your father cooperated, and that was the only way.
I know you're scared.
But everything will go well.
My father is going to kill you.
I hope it is not necessary.
When it's all over, you go home.
Maybe, but I've read enough to know
that if I see the kidnapper's face, then I do not survive.
- You're going to kill me. -You're a smart guy.
And brave too.
But not everything ends as it does in the books.
You may realize that later in life.
Later in life?
You just have to trust me.
Donovan, are you not happy? What is it?
-It works better than I thought. -Perfecto. And the irony is not lost.
You gringos do not send your best. You send the murderers, the rapists.
We had a killer among us, and I just had to activate him.
It's your specialty Take the kid, then turn the switch on.
He strikes out the resistance, you control the goods to the north with clean hands.
And with total power, there is less blood, and the quality of life is rising.
Everyone benefits from it, and it's good for business.
As I said: Brilliant.
Now everyone who is interested in this part of the world must go through me.
Life gets easier. The cartels do not kill each other.
But you're still worried. Why?
If Nero survives, he's killing us all.
We have his son. That's all he cares about.
Just. That worries me.
Donovan, why are you coming up with this bad energy?
It's your plan and everything goes according to plan.
We do not even know if he will succeed in the next mission.
Hopefully he does great damage before it's all over.
You can hope for that. If he survives, he will come after us.
He did it for us many times.
You fear an unnatural death.
Are you afraid that Nero will kill you?
Yes, I am. And so should you.
-I do not trust him. -You should not trust him, dear.
Calling him a pendejo is an insult to all pendejos.
Soon the war is over.
We use the resources at schools and universities, just as we said.
Just like my father did.
Your father lived in a simpler time.
And we have no excuse.
If anyone can take care of these gringos, it's me.
You know I would never surrender our people?
Yes I know.
A toast... for a new day.
A new beginning.
And we will see the complete destruction of our enemies.
-Hello! -Hello!
Black! Listen, amigo.
The next target is Omar Chavez.
They say he has a leading role in the cartels, just behind me.
It's insulting. He's a bad guy.
They are involved in human trafficking. We're not doing that shit.
No, we have honor and international arms agreements.
You must understand, we are a cartel.
We know that if you trust violence, you will get a violent end.
But these kill innocent people for no reason.
So do not worry about your karma, ok, amigo?
This is the truth. The truth, Nero...
This will not be easy.
Time to bring out the heavy artillery. Everything you have.
But I trust you, and so does your son.
We trust that you will take care of the situation, and then I mean...
Let me guess: Everyone has to die?
- Did you hear? Exactly, sir. -What a surprise.
We are like brothers. We think alike.
Nero, you were right. And listen to this.
Black! Black! Black!
Nero, you have the support of me and my men. Vamonos.
Hey, Callenle.
Are you ready to win?
Yas, get him in the carriage.
They attacked the club. Machados club.
They also killed the gang members from Roja and Garza at Garza's hotel.
How could that happen? Do they know who is behind it?
They said it was a one-man job.
Please, should a man take out an entire group? Three groups? For God's sake.
That's what they say.
- Machado died? -Yes.
We have to warn the boys. We can be the next.
Do you think it could be Mzamo Lascano?
No, there's no one from the street.
It's the CIA. MI6. An intelligence service.
Muchachos, the last battle is approaching.
There's not a damn chance he's surviving this.
-Buenos dias. -Buenos dias. Thank you.
Cartridge! They have broken into the area!
-Whose? -We do not know.
Pray for us sinners,
now and at the moment of death. Amen.
What a sick bastard!
-Fucking shit. -I told you so.
-Diablo... -It seems he's not doing well.
You have nothing to fear, Donovan.
Omar, we almost took you, pendejo.
Now we have to clean up the mess.
The British fought well. It was sad to see him die.
When you try to kill a lion fighting to protect its herd,
his familia, the future, then the lion will fight to the death.
The gringo was our lion. He fought.
He deserves our respect.
Interesting night.
Oman will understand that I was behind the attack.
He's coming for me, but I'm ready.
I send the men to clean up the mess.
-In that case. - We'll take the fight to him.
Muchachos, fix this now.
Tomorrow we will take care of everything on both sides of the border for an entire generation.
Vamonos!
Who are you?
Do I know you?
Why am I your enemy?
Or why was Machado?
We searched your phone and found this video.
Is that your son?
They're going to kill him.
Whose?
Say it, you.
Why should I know that?
So they forced you to do this?
Whoever they are, they will see you and other cartel leaders dead.
-And you've never seen him? -No, I've just heard his voice...
... from the other end of the phone.
He's just talking about trust, okay?
Other than that, I have no idea.
- Did you say "trust"? -Yes, trust.
He talked a lot about trust?
Mzamo Lascano...
- Are you talking about the cartel leader? -Do you know him?
I've heard of him.
Mzamo is the only one who has balls to try something like this.
He has been trying to gather power for several years.
They took my son. Where is he?
If he's in Mexico, then he's in his beach villa.
South of Playa La Mision.
Are you from the CIA? MI6?
-It does not matter now. - I'm sorry you got involved.
And what happened to your son.
But you came to my house with bad intentions.
That's why it ends like this for you.
May your enemies respect you.
May the Lord protect you.
And may death forget you.
Maybe we should wait.
To your men report that Chavez is neutralized.
I do not know if we should celebrate.
What is the next step?
Gather a meeting with all survivors. They must go with us.
I always intend to expand. The problem is that they have limited vision.
We will focus on technological development. Pure fuel, universities and politics.
Make the cartels big again, and they'll pay for it.
Donovan, in this brave new world, you have a seat at the table.
I'll need your government contacts, your advice.
I need to know who is going against me and why.
I need to know which politicians are willing to cooperate.
I do what I can, as always.
Yes, I'll make you a wealthy man, amigo.
You've already done that.
So what do we do with the loose thread?
Do you understand that we have to deal with the situation?
Which loose thread?
You know what I mean.
- Are we killing children now? -We do what is required.
Give me the keys.
You know...
If you want to be a jef here, then you need to be able to make difficult decisions.
Donovan, save me the speech. I'm good at what I do.
I've never claimed to be a saint.
But if you intend to kill children, do not do it near us.
It is your choice.
As you wish.
Open it.
It must be Nero. Come with me!
The boy is gone. It was Nero.
It was not Nero, Donovan. It was me.
A man's actions say a lot.
Yours was disappointing.
No child is killed as long as I decide.
I moved the boy to a safe place, protected from you.
-Nero is dead. -I had not invested money in it.
Hey, Nero.
Donovan?
You do not intend to claim that this was for the queen?
Not completely.
I have always suspected...
... that it was you who betrayed me and killed my wife.
But I never dared to believe it.
It's a tough industry.
And dangerous.
We do what we...
Fuck!
Good.
-Mzamo. -Nero. Finally.
Will you tell me what the hell is going on?
How about "Thank you, Mzamo, for saving my life."?
-Where is my son, cocky? -You want to meet your son? I understand.
Do you want him to see this?
Alanza, get his boy and meet us at the house.
If you try something, it's dead.
Get up to speed.
-Dad! -Taylor!
-Is it going well? -I'm fine.
-I can kill you both here and now. -Yes you can.
But what had happened? Tomorrow someone else had taken my place.
But when they find you... And believe me, they find you.
... then you and your son will be in exactly the same situation.
I'm not claiming to be a good man, but I keep my word.
I gave you your son back.
This is what we should do.
You travel home to your beach house, and we will leave you alone.
We control North Baja and will try to do something about it.
You have to dream.
I was not disguised. They have seen my face and know who I am.
The cartels will reach out to all of us, including me and my son.
As of today, I control everything.
There are no more cartels. I'm the last leader.
The offer only comes once in a lifetime.
I'm the only one who can guarantee that you and your son are safe.
You can not guarantee anything. You barely have control for a day.
I may have underestimated you, Nero, but now you're underestimating me.
I'm one who survives and wants to be here, just like me padre.
I gave you my word that I would give you your son.
I kept my promise, and now I promise you again.
You'll never see us again.
Sometimes the devil you know is better than the devil you do not know.
Oh well.
But if I ever see you again...
I know. You're killing us all.
Come here, boy. Is it going well?
Why did you not kill him? Do you trust him?
No, I do not trust him. Of course not.
But as I said earlier: Violence does not solve everything.
Sometimes, yes, but other times it is better to use the head.
That bastard knows I can kill him whenever I want.
And that kind of devil I like. Do you understand?
Yes? Come here.
Now we'm leaving.
Now we put you in the car.
-What about the motorcycle? - Do you mean the Harley?
Yes. Can you drive a motorcycle?
Yes. Yes. But maybe I'm a little rusty.
Dad, can you teach me to fight now?
I do not know. According to your principal...
... you've beaten people down all semester.