- [people chattering] - [siren blares]
[police radio chatter]
- Gun! He's got a gun! - [patrons screaming, clamoring]
No, no, no, no! What the fuck?
[patrons screaming, clamoring]
[breathes shakily]
- [gunshot] - Oh, fuck! [screaming, pants]
[patrons screaming]
[gunshots]
[people clamoring]
[gasps, screams] Fuck!
- [whimpers, pants] - [gunfire continues]
["(Don't Worry) If There's a Hell Below We're All Going to Go" playing]
[Ivan] Where the fuck is Huey?
- No, no, no. I-I-I-I don't know. - [gunshots]
[whimpering]
[sirens wailing]
[detective] Hey, what's that guy doing?
- Get him outta here. - [panting]
[theme music playing]
[music ends]
Oh, come on. Come on.
Steve!
Hey. Hey! Blauner!
Hey. Blauner!
Blauner! Come here. Get in.
Get in! Come on. Come here.
Come here. [chuckling]
[chuckling, crying] I thought I lost you.
[inhales sharply, kisses] I love you. [sniffs]
What the hell happened to you?
Wait, were you hit?
Wait. You're covered in blood.
- Are you okay? You all right? - [stammers] He was right across from me.
I mean, he was literally-- He was, like, right there.
And he shot, and I--
I don't know how he missed.
It's-- [stammers] I-- I think i--
It was a miracle.
It wasn't your time.
I gotta call Roz.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. No. No. - I gotta tell her. What do you me--
You don't gotta get Roz.
We gotta get Huey to the Columbia jet. Where is he?
He's at the Mann Bruin in Westwood.
He's at the movies?
He loves Shaft.
[music playing through screen]
[gunfire]
[Huey] That's what the fuck we need to be doing, man.
- We'll take up arms? - Yeah.
- Here? In Oakland? - Yeah.
What we need to do is we need to get down with these brothers on the block.
- You dig? - Mmm.
The brothers that's out here, uh-- that's out here hustling, man.
Getting fucked with by the police.
[Bobby] I think you on to something, brother.
-"'Cause I'm tired. - Yeah, man.
I'm sick and tired! I'm tired of being sick and tired.
Lost in the wilderness of white America.
- Are the masses asses? - [chuckling]
'Cool,' said the master to the slave,
'No problem, don't rob and steal, I'll be your driving wheel.'
And he wheeled us into years of Black Madness--
to hog guts, to conked hair, to quo vadis bleaching cream,
to Uncle Thomas, to Watts,
to the streets, to the kill.
Boom... honkeys gone."
- That's right. - [chuckles] All right, brother.
"Man, motherfuck the police."
- Tell it, Bobby. -"And Parker's sister too.
Burn, baby, burn. Cook outta sight.
Fineburgs, wineburgs, safeway, noway.
Burn, baby, burn."
[chuckles] My man.
That's our thing, man, the panther.
You see, the panther, it'll never lash out.
Not unless it's backed into a corner.
Anybody who messes with the big cat is a dead motherfucker.
- I can promise you that. - [Bobby] Whoo-whee.
- [knocking] - [siren wailing]
[door opens]
- [gun cocks] - [Bobby] Whoa. Hey, hey. Be cool, brother.
It's me.
Bobby.
[breathing heavily]
Oh, man. You crazy? [breathes heavily] Sneaking in like that.
[Bobby] I mean, I've been knocking. I was calling your name.
Phew.
It smell like some old ass chitlins.
It's the FBI, man. They, um-- It's the third time this week.
You know they ain't really searching for nothing.
They just reminding you they here.
[groans] Shit, man. They always here.
Every time I go out, the FBI come in.
I'm amazed you went out at all.
You gotta eat, man. [breathes shakily] But, uh, I ain't feel safe.
And you feel safer in here?
[sniffles, sighs] Shit. Man, I don't know whe-- I don't know where I--
I don't know where I can be anymore, man.
Where I can go. I don't, uh-- I don't know-- don't know who I can trust.
[breathing shakily] Um, besides you.
[stammers] Trust the Party.
Trust your brothers and sisters who've had your back since the get-go.
Man, you know how many-- how many so-called Panthers are informants?
Yo, come on, Huey. That's Fed propaganda, brother.
Make us suspicious of each other. Discredit us.
I mean, who's gonna wanna join...
- [inhales sharply] - ...if they think it's all undercover pigs?
Come on, man. You're letting them get into your head.
How can I help it? [inhales shakily]
- Come on, man. My brother, you need-- - [breathing shakily]
You need to just get back into the sunlight of the spirit.
I got these, uh-- got these voices.
[breathing deeply] In my head.
All the time.
I know it's not nobody else, man. They--
I know I'm-- I know I'm not cracking up.
They're me.
Inside.
And I can't turn 'em off, man. They just-- They on me. They relentless.
And every time I go to bed, I get hit with these images.
[breathing shakily] Like my-- myself in the Soul Breaker
or-or-or-or-or, uh-- or, uh-- or, uh-- my, uh-- my own death.
Shit I've done, man. [stammers] Shit that's been done to me.
Some shit I wish I could forget.
It's like-- like one of those View-Masters, man,
that the kids got at the school, you know?
Like Satan's slideshow, man.
Click. There I am, laying on that cold floor, shivering.
Click. [inhaling shakily] There I am, fucking somebody up.
Click. I'm dead on the sidewalk.
I'm gone.
I'm through.
[inhales sharply]
Uh, witnesses say it was a couple niggers posted up at a booth that started it.
You had Cubans, Italians, the Blacks. It was like the Bay of Pigs in here.
But for some reason, you got a boner for the spades.
Well... [grunts] ...just this one. Um...
Anyone see this guy?
Yeah, he wasn't here. He was.
- You sure? - I saw him. He ran out.
Thanks, Detective.
- Hey. Anything? - [Sydney sighs]
No Newton. But he saw Schneider.
Really? That is interesting 'cause I just found out he's gassed up the Columbia jet.
Chartered flight to Miami from Van Nuys Airport.
Oh, shit. Let's go.
["Has the Buggerman Got You" playing]
Man, I'm so glad I saw that, man. [chuckles]
That, uh, Richard Roundtree, man.
That's a bad dude, man.
He walking through the traffic like that, man,
and, uh, tell the dude man, "Fuck you, man." [chuckles]
But that's what we need, you understand? That, uh-- Them images of, uh--
of empowerment, man, and courage.
You understand? And that-- And that shoot-out at the end, man.
When-- When Shaft pulled that thing out on that boy, and then he--
Man, what the hell happened to you?
Same thing.
It was an ambush. The Mob shooting at your guys.
Tajo took a shot at Steve.
Wait, you-you-you were in a-- a shoot-out? In a Jewish deli?
All delis are Jewish. I think.
[Bert] Nah, the Italians got 'em. Greeks too.
Bottom line is the Mob has a hit out on you because of your beef up in Oakland.
And Captain Tajo has made his last flight.
Tajo dead?
Good. But what about our flight, man?
I got to get out of here now.
Uh, we're gonna have to lay low tonight.
First thing in the morning, I'm taking you to the airport.
[Bert] Fucking Feds.
Okay. Come on. Let's go regroup.
Where? They're gonna be turning over every stone.
I got a place no one's ever gonna think to look for me.
[news reporter 1] As you can see here, there was total chaos
on Fairfax Avenue last night.
We've been told that members of the Black Panthers
- were involved in the shooting... - Look, guys, I'm sorry, but I really--
I really gotta call Roz. [sighs]
- No, you really do not gotta call Roz. - Bert, if she sees this--
She knows I was there last night.
If the Feds are at Canter's and already at Van Nuys, man,
they-- they-- they all over your house by now.
- [helicopter whirring] - [TV continues indistinctly]
And it won't be long before they walk through that door
right there, either. Give me your keys, man.
- I'm go-- I'm going to Mexico. - No way.
- What? - Mexican government's shooting socialists
- in the street. - Yeah, I'm not gonna just sit here
and wait for them to blow my head off in Encino, man.
What kind of place is this for a revolutionary to die?
Who-Who-Who place is this, anyway?
[Bert] It's Artie's.
[Huey] The screenwriter?
You could do Yelapa.
What's Yelapa?
Bert bought a place in this tiny Mexican beach town,
so we have a place to hide when the fascists take over America.
[Huey] Is it remote?
Federales are combing the beaches
- looking for revolutionaries like you. - Shit. [breathes deeply]
Look, man, what about the, uh--
What about those rich dudes, man, with the boat down in Miami?
Yes. Yes. Look, Artie could take that boat down, right?
He's gonna go down. He goes to the Panama Canal,
picks him up, and then just drops him off on the way back.
Even if he could, you're not gonna get to TJ.
Not with the roadblocks. There's a blanket on the border.
Right. Well, it'll be tight.
- Suicide. - It's revolutionary suicide.
Man... [breathes deeply] ...I gotta take my chances.
To a revolutionary, death is a reality. Victory is just a dream, brother.
Che said that.
[sighs]
Fuck it. I'll drive you.
Call in Paula Feinberg and see if she can work any contacts at the border.
Wait. Where the hell you going?
Car shopping. [sighs] We need a ride that's not registered to any of us.
[phone rings]
- [sighs] - [door closes]
- [phone rings] - [sighs]
- Hello? - Hey. Hey, it's me.
Are you all right? I saw the news.
Yeah. Yeah. Listen, uh, I gotta make a run.
I need you to let Elaine know
that she's gonna have to run the Party solo for a minute.
I'll be off the grid.
Huey, w-why don't you want me to come with you?
Gwen, let's not do this right now.
Huey, we have been together for six years, and now you don't want me by your side?
[sighs] I don't even know why I'm surprised.
You push away anyone who cares about you. Just ask Bobby.
What the hell did you say?
You heard what I said. Just ask Bobby.
- [line disconnects] - [coins clatter]
[sighs]
[phone hangs up]
Bobby Seale. What's going on, my man?
So, this is how you deal with that Fed shit? You keep using.
- You surround yourself with these niggas? - You got a problem?
A man needs protection, Bobby.
So, you're sitting up here like a warlord? We not this, man.
Yeah. You got a better idea?
Yeah. City Hall. Hmm.
I'm running for mayor.
[chuckling]
[Huey chuckles] You think that the, uh,
co-founder of the Black Panther Party is gonna be mayor of Oakland?
I ran for assembly in '68.
- Mmm. - [Bobby] Yo, open your eyes, man.
I started this shit with you.
What, now I gotta get two dumb motherfuckers like these
- to prove to you I'm serious? - You gonna let him pop off?
Be cool.
Take a walk, man.
Yeah, that's right.
Go ahead on.
Bobby, elections, man, that ain't our game.
Well, shit's changed.
It is time we start legislating, controlling the budgets.
You know how much shit we could get done if I ran this city?
I mean, if we did?
Food programs for every kid, free health care.
We pick the chief of police. Oversee OPD?
Brother, if we had that, then maybe none of this shit would be happening.
[chuckles] Yeah. Preach on, brother.
That better be an endorsement.
[voters applauding, clamoring]
[Bobby] Now, if you want a better deal, then go on down and vote for Seale.
[voter 1] Yes, Bobby!
Because the only solution to pollution is the people's humane revolution.
The only solution to pollution is people's humane revolution.
- [voter 2] Right on. - All power to the people.
- [voters] All power to the people! - I said, "All power to the people."
- [voters] All power to the people! - [Bobby] That's right. And if you think
- that's jab... - Brother's picking up some steam.
- ...then y'all better listen twice. - Yeah, he has the touch.
- [voter 3] That's good. Right on. - Coffers are still tight though.
- Oh, we got that. - I said, "All power to the people."
[voters] All power to the people!
[Huey] In the past, when the Party needed money,
we could lean on capitalists and philanthropic types.
[chuckles] But, uh, when the Feds tried to neutralize that,
we turned to the Black capitalist.
And then the squad had an idea. Shake down the pimps and the dope pushers.
- [screams, grunts] - [Huey] Now, I wasn't there, but, uh,
they always came back with some donations.
But donations from the underground economy meant
- we were fucking with the Mob's money. - [grunts]
[Huey] That's what led to the hit at Canter's.
Jesus! Fuck!
What the hell's the matter with you?
[Bert] Sorry. I wasn't trying to scare you.
You almost gave me a heart attack.
I need a favor.
- [Stanley] What? - Can I borrow a car?
[breathes heavily] Hold on a second, Bert.
You know, just a-- the-- that beat-up Mustang that's in the garage.
- I'll have it back for you in 24 hours. - Bert...
- I promise. - ...the Feds came to my house.
They fucked with my family.
- They pointed guns at my kids. - Ah, they're just shaking the tree.
- They're shaking up my goddamn life. - No. They know you're not involved.
Oh, really? So, you weren't about to smuggle America's most wanted fugitive
out of the country on the Columbia jet?
I signed off on that flight, Bert. I could have been fired.
It could have cost us the family business.
For what? So you can fly some fucking felon to freedom?
Stan, could you please just give me the car?
- I'm totally committed to this. - You're totally committed.
I'm so proud of you, Bert. You're committed.
Good for you.
Fuck everybody else. Bert's committed.
[lighter opens, flicks]
[inhales sharply]
You know, I used to actually admire you for all the politics. I did.
Sure, I would scoff, but secretly it made me proud.
And jealous that you had the balls to throw it all away to help people.
I didn't get that gene.
[inhales sharply] We were both raised in the same house by the same people.
Made me think, though, about where that came from.
About why it was so important to you to help people.
I can't stand by and just observe the inequality in the world.
It's always disgusted me.
It's because helping everyone in the world gives you an excuse
to treat everyone in your life like trash.
No, no. You got it all wrong. You got it all wrong.
Yes, of course, there were times where I was an asshole,
but... [breathes deeply, sighs] ...it's different with Huey.
I love him like a b--
Like a brother?
Say it. How could I possibly know what that feels like?
I'm not gonna give you a car that they can trace back to me, Bert.
Okay.
This is a death trap.
They're gonna shoot the shit out of both of you
before you even get to the border.
I'll be fine.
We'll be okay.
I hope so.
I love you, Bert.
[knocking]
Jessica, hi.
Wow. I haven't heard from you, man.
Ah, I know, I know. I'm sorry. [sighs]
I've really been up against it.
Um... [sighs] ...it's good to see you. [chuckles]
Hey, I-I was just wondering if maybe you could help me out with a car?
- A car? - Yeah.
Why? Are you in trouble?
Oh, no, no. It's-It's nothing serious.
I just need to borrow the car, and then I'll have it back for you in 24 hours.
Okay. As long as you take care of it. I know how you drive.
- [both chuckle] - Thank you.
You can take the Jaguar. I'll get the keys.
Okay.
Oh, but, um, you have to leave right now?
I've got some friends over. Why don't you come in?
You know, I-- [sighs]
I just had a kind of disturbing conversation with Stanley.
Maybe just a little something to take the edge off.
You know, give me a lift.
Of course. Come on.
Artie's shirt actually fits. Thought he was a little more portly.
Do you want to take a look at any of this? I'm kinda just packing blindly here.
[Huey] I'm, uh, writing this letter to Elaine,
putting down everything she needs to know to carry on
the Party's work while I'm gone.
Right. Well, you're gonna have plenty of work on your own.
I mean, revolution's not gonna start itself. Am I right?
Don't know how I'm gonna do that down there.
Don't, uh-- Don't speak the language. Don't know a single person.
[sighs]
Hey, Huey, are you sure you don't want... [sighs] ...Gwen with you?
It's too dangerous. She needs to stay in Oakland with her kids.
If I get down there, and it's safe, then maybe I'll send for her.
Would she go? I mean, you told me you hung up on her.
Gwen's gonna always be by my side.
Hey, look, Huey. Um, and-- and I say this as a man whose wife--
She got fed up and-- and walked out.
But you can only take a good woman for granted so many times.
Say, man, where's Bert with this car?
We said we'd be out of here in the next 15 minutes.
Yeah.
All right, you know what? Let me, um-- Let me call around.
I'm sure he's gonna be running through that door any second.
- [phone ringing] - [rock music playing]
I just want to let you know that... [stammers] ...I-I'm meeting a--
a very important friend of mine in-in a little while. [sniffs]
[sniffing] I can't let him down.
There's no one in the world like him.
He's the smartest man I've ever met.
[sniffs] He's my brother. Yeah, he's my brother.
[sniffs] Man, he's not my real brother, but I feel like he's my brother.
And when your brother calls upon you to be there for him, you be there.
You know what I mean? Do you know what I mean?
What time is it? Oh, shit. One last hit.
[sniffing]
[news reporter 2] Mayor Tom Bradley pledged
to add an additional 300 police officers to combat the rising ride of crime
in Greater Los Angeles.
In other news, Huey P. Newton remains at large in the Southland.
[breathes deeply] I can't wait on his ass any longer, man.
We gotta split now.
All right, Huey, just calm down. Stop. He's-He's gonna get here.
What are you gonna do? You gonna walk there? Come on.
Artie didn't drive to Miami, did he?
I'm the dumbest man in the universe. Come on.
- [Huey] Yeah, I'm outta here. - [Steve] I'll check the garage.
Hey, let me, um-- Let me come with you.
Hell nah, man. What? You get in one little, uh, gun battle,
and all of a sudden, you think you the Sundance Kid?
Huey, in case you need to hide, you are gonna need a driver.
[sniffs] Shit. Let's go.
Let's go.
Hey, you wanna know something about the Sundance Kid?
This is something I'm not really allowed to ever say out loud.
I hated that fucking film.
But I am honored to be considered your new sidekick.
Careful what you wish for, man. They don't tend to last.
[engine starts]
This is a win, Bobby. You got 42% of the vote, man.
Man, you almost did it.
Yeah, almost ain't good enough.
Hey, next election, man, you'll blow that thing wide open, brother.
[sighs]
You happy, huh?
What? What you talking about?
Me losing says what you want everybody to know.
That you the only one capable of greatness around here, right?
[chuckles] You-- Are you tripping, Bobby?
I worked hard for you, brother.
I mean, I-- Who-Who-Who raised all that money for you?
[chuckles] Man, come on, man.
[stammers] It was your fundraising that turned the people against me.
I mean, if it wasn't for-- for your thugs terrorizing the streets now,
we could have won this.
[chuckles] Man. Where-Where-Where you get that idea?
I asked around.
Mm-hmm.
[inhales sharply] That's right.
You know the number one reason people in the community
decided not to vote for me?
What's that?
- You. - Me?
Yeah.
Hey, Bob. Thing is, uh, we always knew it was gonna be, uh, tough soil, man.
You, uh-- You know, you being a-a-a Panther--
No, not the Panthers, man. Just you.
Brother, you lost your way!
[chuckling]
Man, this-this some dumb-ass shit, man.
[scoffs] I mean, come on, man.
[stammers] Bobby Seale, running for mayor? [chuckles]
[partygoers laugh]
Man, please. It was always Elaine, man.
Elaine was a leader, not you, brother. You-You-You just a salesman, man.
I'm a salesman?
Come on, man. The Black Panther Party for Self-Defense
was started by my Winchester rifle and my shotgun.
Your shotgun?
- That's right. - Mm-hmm-hmm.
I built those survival programs while your ass was in jail doing push-ups.
- You remember that? - That right?
That's right.
Man, I helped your ass learn to read.
[scoffs, chuckles] Say, you, uh-- Say, you-you-you--
Say, you helped me to learn how to read?
You know, man, them drugs got you all fucked up worse than the Feds ever did.
You think you Papa Doc and shit. You ain't no revolutionary, motherfucker.
- You know what, nigga? You out the Party. - I'm out the Party?
- You out the Party, Bobby Seale. - I'm out the Party? What Party?
That thing we started? Huh?
That thing that was great? Well, that died long ago.
And, nigga, you killed it.
[scoffs]
- Hey, don't slam my door, man. - [door slams]
[Bert snoring]
[grunts]
Oh, shit. Huey.
[tone ringing]
[dialing]
[line ringing]
[breathing deeply]
[ringing continues]
Oh, come on. Come on.
[screams, breathes deeply]
Fuck! Fuck!
[breathes deeply]
[line ringing]
[phones ringing]
- Steve? - Hello?
Hey. Hey, Gwen, it's me. Don't hang up.
- [sighs] What? - [sighs]
- Babe. Hey. - [sighs] Where the hell are you?
[Steve] No, I'm o-- I'm okay. I'm o-- I'm-I'm okay. I'm okay.
You didn't come home last night. You didn't even call me.
I thought you were dead. Are you in the hospital, baby?
- [stammers] Let me come get you. - No, no, no, no. I--
I'm on my way to Mexico. I'm gonna catch a flight from TJ.
TJ? What? [stammers] Why would you do that?
I'm with him.
[breathes deeply]
Uh, get a-- get on a plane and, uh, meet me at the airport in Tijuana.
Why should I do that?
I, um, thought about what you said about Bobby.
I-I-I can't lose nobody else right now.
Did you hear me?
Yeah, I heard you.
I'm tired, Huey.
I can't keep doing this with you.
[Huey] I know, Gwen. I understand, but I--
I need you.
Babe, I can't sit around and do nothing.
You're a fucking movie producer. Do that.
Roz. I was almost killed last night.
- What? - I stared down the barrel of a pistol,
and I still have no idea why, but I got lucky.
Babe, and what I can't do, is I can't just come home
and turn on the Mets game and pretend like nothing's happening.
Please, baby, Please. I'm-I'm begging you.
[inhales shakily] What about me, Steve? What about us? My kids?
Michael?
Michael.
- Michael. - [Steve breathing deeply, sighs]
Babe, that is the reason. [breathes deeply]
How could I look that kid in the face
and explain to him when the chips were down,
and I had a chance to help Huey, that I turned my back on him?
Is that the lesson I want to leave with him?
Is that the kind of country I want him and Jane to grow up in?
I guess I kind of thought you'd be proud of me for that.
I guess I assumed we wanted the same things.
But I guess I never thought to ask you.
[sniffles] If you do this...
[breathes shakily] ...I will leave you, Steve.
I will leave you for a better man.
[breathing shakily]
Do what you gotta do, Roz.
[breathing shakily] Fuck you.
I said, I-I-I need you, Gwen.
[dial tones ringing]
[Huey exhales sharply]
- [phones hang up] - [coins clatter]
[Steve sighs] Fuck.
[sniffles, breathes shakily]
[sighs]
TJ.
Yeah.
[Clark] Let's go, fellas.
[Roz sighs]
[breathes deeply, sighs]
- [Spanish music playing] - [honking]
[child] Do you want a Chiclet?
- [chattering] - [honking continues]
[Spanish music continues]
[Huey exhales sharply]
Man, we gotta-- we gotta hurry.
No, no, it's okay. This is how it always is.
Paula said, "Go to the first booth."
First booth on the left or on the right?
[exhales deeply] On film, we always start from, you know,
the upper right-hand corner of the frame, so--
But we read left to right, man.
[sighs] Yeah, but you know what? I think she's more visual.
- Chiclet! - Jesus! [stammers]
You want Chiclet?
Fuck, no, n-- Sorry for cursing. No, Chiclets, guys. No español. All right?
Be cool, man. Be cool.
[sighs]
How you doing? Uh, I'd love a Chiclet, please.
- [sighs] - Here.
Yo, you keep the change.
- Gracias. - All right.
[child] Chiclet! Chiclet!
Cute kids, man.
[sighs] You know, gum's not really good for you.
It causes gas and bloating.
And I know that's, like, a big concern of yours right now, I'm sure.
- Uh-oh. - What?
[Clark] Take this row. Check every fucking car.
Shit.
[chattering]
[child] Chiclet! Chiclet!
Hands on the wheel. FBI.
[sighs] What do you wanna do?
What's going on?
You got anything in the trunk?
Put your hands on the dash, please.
Should we run? [sighs]
Get your hands up.
Put your hands up.
Motherfucker!
Let's go, Anderson.
- Ándale. - Go, go.
Gracias, mi amigo.
Come on.
Hey. [chuckles, pants]
We're officially in Mexico. We made it.
- [Anderson] Excuse me. Excuse me. - [Clark] Move, move, move! FBI.
- Excuse me. FBI. Stop them! - [Anderson] Hey, hey, hey!
- [Clark] Stop them! Stop those guys! - [Anderson] He's a fugitive!
You must stop them! Stop them!
Fucking FBI!
Fuck!
Hey, FBI! Go smoke a cigarette 'cause you just got fucked!
Hey, man, come on. Let's go. We ain't out the woods yet.
Let's go.
[speaking Spanish]
Well, we are going to be the laughingstock of the bureau.
Spend the rest of our lives chasing down fucking...
[stammers] ...fish-snatching Eskimos in Alaska. Fuck's sake.
Hey, bright side. At least we can cut our hair.
You know, shower. Sleep in a proper bed.
Start collecting that bureau pension.
Hey, you with me?
Fuck the bureau.
The fuck are you doing?
Hey, Clark, you can't chase after a suspect into Mexico, okay?
They will fire your ass,
and then they'll bury it in a Mexican prison.
I don't give a shit.
That motherfucker can't just murder someone,
shit on the fucking flag, and then dance off into vaya con Dios.
Wherever he goes, I'm not stopping.
If I have to dress up like a penguin in the South Pole.
I have a sovereign duty to hunt his Black ass down.
Clark, don't do this, man.
Hey, at least reach out to the Attaché Office.
Clark!
["Run Run Run" playing]
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
We're here.
[Steve sighs]
You made it.
Of course.
[whirring]
Stop! Stop!
I'll be on the next flight, you motherfuckers!
- [Gwen scoffs] - [Huey] He still after us.
[Gwen] You think he'll follow us to Yelapa?
[Huey] Yeah, he ain't stopping now.