Pita!
Run!
Creasy!
Creasy. Creasy.
Creasy!
I can't...
Come on!
John W. Creasy is under arrest for the murder of two police officers...
of the Judicial Police.
Creasy!
Also involved in the kidnapping of...
Excuse me.
Everybody relax, okay? Relax, Sammy.
I know she's your little girl.
When I tell you everything's gonna be all right, everything's gonna be all right.
Señor Ramos.
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
Victor Fuentes, Anti-Kidnapping Division, Policia Judicial.
Excuse me. I'm Jordan Kalfus. I'm the family attorney.
Speak slower, please. My Russian is better than my English.
Well, I'm conducting the negotiations, and we neither need nor want police assistance.
We're gonna... We're gonna handle this thing ourselves.
Señor Ramos, two police officers were killed...
during your daughter's abduction.
I have a written order from Ministerio Publico...
authorizing our participation ex-officio.
If you want to speak to Attorney General Diaz, it's on me.
No. Okay.
The kidnapper will tell you to deliver the money alone.
Por favor, don't do that...
or you will find yourself in a real Mexican hell.
No mariachi. No tequila... and no Pita.
Crease.
When I heard it was this hospital, I was so pleased.
There is a pastry shop nearby.
Delgado's. They have the best pastries in Mexico.
Oh, Miguel Manzano...
director of the A.F. I...
and a former director of Interpol...
in Rome.
- And you are? - Friend of his. Rayburn.
Rayburn?
Hola.
Do you love your daughter, Señor Ramos?
Yes. Yes.
- Do you want to see her again? - Yes, I do.
Señor, if your daughter's life...
is as important to you as it is to me...
you will do as I say.
- Yes? - Okay. Yes.
- Crease. Can you hear me? - Hmm.
You got four of them. All dead.
- Pita. - It's, uh...
It's been two days. They're negotiating a ransom.
These things take time, Mr. Creasy.
Crease.
Don't fuck with me, all right?
Do you have the 10 million? Do you have the money?
- Yes, we have the money. - Now if you do as I say...
the girl will be returned exactly as she was taken.
But if you deviate from the process in any way...
I swear, you will never see her again.
I understand. Listen, I-I too worship la Virgin de Guadalupe.
I ask you if you understand.
Hello, sir. This is, uh, Mr. Ramos's attorney.
He's going through a very difficult time here, but he understands.
Do you understand? Repeat the drop instructions.
Okay, the money, 10 million, U.S., will be divided into...
two 15-gallon black canvas bags, each containing five million...
which will be checked at the bank by the K.R. Agent...
then driven to the house in an armored car where it will be transferred to the delivery car.
You got a flat tire here.
This is for you.
Hello. Yeah.
Listen, I need a driver to drive Samuel.
No. Why?
He's got a bad ticker. He's got a heart condition.
Look, he's a nervous kid who doesn't respond well to stress.
All right. But the car will not be powerful.
Remove the trunk lid. Use the maid's Valiant Acapulco.
You will arrive at La Diana Fountain at 1:00 a.m.
You will drive around the circle two times.
Samuel will remove his shirt and hold it out the window...
to I.D. The car.
There is a pay phone on the southeast corner.
The phone will ring. He will answer and wait for instructions.
There is a map on the top of the phone. Follow it.
Perfecto.
- What are you doing? He said no phones! - Relax. Relax.
- I'm just trying to protect your daughter. - Just get me there, please.
- What's going on? - Hospitals can be very dangerous places.
Especially when you have killed two corrupt cops.
Leave the money in the trunk of the white car.
Then return to your car.
Do not look back.
Remember, I'm a professional.
If you keep your word, I will keep mine.
- Hello. - Mr. Ramos.
You betrayed me. You killed my nephew.
You took my money.
Señor Ramos...
All right. Get out of here, all of you. Get the fuck out of my house!
Okay, this is Lisa.
I'm Pita's mother.
And I'm very sorry for whatever happened to your nephew, but I beg you...
This conversation is not being recorded.
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I wish we had talked sooner, senora.
I'm really sorry.
Now it is too late.
Fuck off! Get the fuck out of my fucking house now!
Get out! Get out!
Hey.
Hey, Ray.
- Where am I? - Well, it looks like a dog hospital.
Manzano was afraid the cops were gonna kill you.
How ya doin', Doc?
What's the matter?
She's de... dead, Crease.
It's a mess.
Somebody hijacked the drop, and, uh...
the kidnapper's nephew was killed...
so he k... he killed Pita.
No.
Did you recognize any of these men?
No. Does that make me a suspect?
No.
It would be convenient, but no.
Um, maybe you should show me some pictures of some Mexican cops.
- Maybe we'll get somewhere then. - Those were all policemen.
Bad judicial cops.
Protected by a brotherhood.
Brotherhood?
A brotherhood called La Hermandad.
You all set?
- Hmm? - Right arm. Here.
- Okay? - Yeah. I'm all right.
Let's go.
- Somebody's on us. - Yeah. Lois Lane.
- Who? - Mariana something, works for Reforma.
Newspaper journalist.
Maybe she thinks you're a scoop.
I'll get you up to the border.
A friend of mine will take you to San Diego, drop you right at the naval hospital.
- I'm not going, Ray. - What are you gonna do?
Let's take a ride by the crime scene. She can follow us.
Buenos días.
Mr. Creasy?
A lot of people are looking for you.
I'm Mariana Garcia Guerrero.
Reporter for Reforma.
- Nice to meet you. - I found this across the street.
Open it.
It's Santa Muerte. Death worship.
- They've put a curse on you. - Ha. They're a little late.
- What are you going to do? - I'm gonna get in my truck and leave.
I can help you.
There's a brotherhood called La Hermandad.
It protects high-ranking government officials, corrupt police...
and organized crime at a level that is too difficult for me to reach.
Okay.
And I think that you and Lupita Ramos are victims of this organization.
I want to expose them. Talk to me, give me your story, then I can help you.
- Please.
Help me do what?
You're gonna help me do what?
You're a stranger here, no?
That's right.
You're going to need friends that know their way around.
Okay.
Okay, friend that's gonna help me.
A pleasure to meet you. Tell your driver to keep his distance next time.
All right, friend?
Sí.
You'll be stateside by supper time.
I'm gonna need some help first though, Ray.
If you don't stop bleeding, you won't last a day the shape you're in.
- Is that a yes or is that a no? - Yeah.
But I'm done killing. I told you that.
- Okay. - Anything else is yours.
- You're talking about war. - Exactly what I'm talking about.
Can you help me?
- Yeah. - Good.
- Creasy.
Hmm.
- What are you doing here? - Oh.
Came to get my stuff.
Couldn't find my Bible. I thought it might be in here.
- I borrowed it. - Okay.
It's crazy, huh?
One week we're figuring out which nightclub to go to...
and the next thing I'm reading the Bible.
It's a good thing. You hold on to it.
I keep thinking, if only we hadn't...
It's like, um...
my whole life, all I've ever thought about...
was what I could get for myself.
Even with my own baby.
She needed me so much, and sometimes...
I felt like I had nothing to give her.
Just, um, I don't know what to do.
- What are you gonna do? - What I do best.
I'm gonna kill 'em.
Anyone who was involved. Anybody who profited from it.
Anybody who opens their eyes at me.
You kill 'em all.
Yla Browning.
Hola.
Yeah, it's me.
- Mr. Creasy. - Okay. I need the license...
Well, no, excuse me.
I need the name and address of someone whose license number is...
C-5-T-K-8.
That's C-5-T-K-8.
I got everything but the last digit, so I need 10 possible matches.
And when do I find out which of the 10 it is?
- Eventually. - Well, where do I reach you?
I'll call you.
Jordan, Angola, Lebanon. Yes, I know all of that.
He's an assassin. And you want to help him identify the owner of a car for him?
- Mariana. - Sí.
Gracias.
Ciao.
Now, Jorge Gonzales.
Okay.
What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?
What I do best.
Anyone who was involved. Anybody who profited from it.
Anybody who opens their eyes at me, I'm gonna kill 'em.
Oh, God!
"Oye Como Va."
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Okay? Ahora.
Huh? You know who I am?
Correct.
Okay.
Hey, hey, hey.
No sé nada.
¡No sé! ¡No sé!
Hmm?
La Voice.
Okay.
Okay. Well.
Wait, wait, wait.
Give me one cigarette, please.
- Sí. - Okay.
¿Bueno?
Okay, my friend. It's off to the next life for you.
I guarantee you, you won't be lonely.
Revenge is a meal best served cold.
- La niña. - No.
¿No? Vamos.
No?
Hmm?
I heard you speaking Spanish. You're American, right?
- And so are you. - Yeah.
- Get out of here. Where are you from? - I'm from New Jersey.
- You from New Jersey? - Yeah.
I'm from New Jersey. All right, listen to me.
All right. Everything is done up by cell phone.
You just wait around for calls, and we don't even have a fucking number.
Who pays you?
We got an A.T.M. Card. We take out 200 fucking measly dollars every two weeks.
- Two hundred dollars? - Yeah.
- What's the PI N number? - The what?
The PI N number. Code number.
- Yeah. - Good. You wouldn't lie to me, right?
- I'm not lying, man. - Did you kill her? You didn't kill her, did you?
No.
Don't lie to me. Don't lie to me! Did you kill her?
Oh, man, you're making me fucking nervous.
- Did you kill her? - No way. The fucking boss did, or his brother.
- We never see his face. - You're not lying to me, are you?
No. Goddamn it! I'm telling you the truth!
Tell me, who? You never see whose face?
Well, we were in the other room...
and he was yellin' at the girl 'cause his nephew got killed...
and the money got stolen.
Wait, wait. Wh-What? Somebody stole what money?
- The ransom money at the drop. - Who? Who stole it?
- He said some fuckin' crooked cop took it. - Who?
- Fuentes. - Fuentes?
Yeah, that's right.
All right? Huh? Jersey boy?
Yeah. Now.
- This Fuentes guy? - Yeah.
He's a lieutenant for the Anti-Kidnapping Division.
Fuentes is. What'd you do?
- Oh, man. - Tell me about the girl. What'd you do?
- Huh? What'd you do? - I just do what they told me.
- You do what they tell you to do? - Yeah.
Did you say good-bye to her? Answer my question.
- Did you say good-bye to her? - No!
- You didn't? Here's your chance. Say good-bye. - Oh, shit!
Say good-bye to her. Say good-bye to her.
Fucking let me go!
Rico?
Okay. Okay.
- No? - No.
Sí.