OK
Oh, man.
Take your money.
Go on, get out of here.
Forever let us hold our ding-dong’s hi
This house is a fucking U.S. embassy.
Did you hear that, bitch? A fucking U.S. embassy.
Here, only English is spoken.
How ungrateful, Mexico has welcomed you!
And fuck you guys too if you’re just going to sit here and smoke my weed
and drink all of my beers
that I buy with my honest money.
Honest?
You're kidding, I hope. You sell drugs to your friends.
I give you credit, and you do something for me.
Wait here.
You see this beautiful Victoria carriage?
You take this to David,
and then we’re even.
b/ This is the way out,
to escape.
He is the king of kings, Lord among all.
Our lives are in his hands.
Hey! I jus’ saw you c’mere.
-C’mon! -I like your stroller c’mere baby.
I give 20 bucks for this stroller.
I don’t want 20. I don’t need it, I don’t need it, ok, alright.
You and I could do stuff together.
Wouldn't you like that? C’mon.
-Don’t tell me I.. -You can't smoke with a baby like that.
She’s smoking and the baby with three fingers...
- What. For me? - You want a baby with three fingers? - No.
Then don’t smoke.
Look at that. Isn’t it beautiful?
It’s like an antique. Antiqua.
What's that?
Oh my God…
Oh my God… I don't want it.
There! Right there. There’s some blood right there.
Are you fucking kidding me You my friend right?
You want me to freak out is that right?
I didn’t do that.
Fuck you!
- Ho! Do you want it? - Donar (Gift)? For me?
Thank you. God bless you!
Step outta the way.
Motherfucker...
Excuse me... Hello.
You haven't seen this man, have you?
- Please... - Hello.
Have you seen this boy?
…and I realize there’s this badass gato (cat). Right?
that works as best it can, “Dawg” with it’s eye dangling from it’s socket, “Dawg”.
I tripped out. And I look at the cat, right.
And I ask myself: Damn
I wonder what this cat is looking’ at, y’know?
Is that cat looking at himself,
or does he think he’s looking at another cat?
We're a lot like that cat, “Dawg”.
We just don’t know it yet.
Hey, hang on.
Are you the one who's snooping around the neighborhood?
It is death that you will find.
These tears will not save you from hell.
And there you will suffer.
Hello, Nick.
Hey. Whaddayou..What do you want?
It's good stuff.
Get high.
Listen ...
I don't know what you want.
But, uh,
I don’t think I can help you.
Listen to me carefully.
I'm here about the girl.
The one who lives across the street.
You're going to make her leave T.J. ok.
This is your military knife?
Yeah, uh, I’m a, I’m a marine.
You may be a marine.
But here,
you're nothing but a Rintintin.
Do you know the gringo dog?
On TV, yes.
Your Rintintin had it very well.
But one day,
he got too old.
So the Gringos sold him, in T.J.
And here, he became a fucking porn star.
He had more asses
than a toilet seat.
Go to work, Rintintin.
Hello.
Have you seen him?
I don't know him. I'm sorry, I don't know him.
Thank you.
- Water. - A bottle.
Are you following me, gringo?
Why would I do that?
Are you an American soldier?
A U.S. marine.
I’m Ana.
I am looking for my brother, Ricardo Silva.
he was in the American military just like you. Do you know him?
He was living in your hotel.
He was deported a year ago, I don't know why,
he didn't tell me anything.
Why your government do this kind of thing?
He fought for your country
and then they send him here to Mexico just like that?
I don't understand.
Look, um…
Only Mexican illegal immigrants are deported here. So..
I don't know...
I don't mean nothing by that, but...
Only the immigrants...
You don't understand that.
I’m sorry.
But your brother is probably in a hotel room somewhere getting high right now.
He’ll show up eventually. That's how T.J. is.
No. He’s not like that.
Can I pay you?
I can help you.
- I don’t need you. - I know this area. I know this town.
I can do it by myself. -Thank you.
I don't think you can. It’s not that kind of place.
They don’t just trust you, outsiders here.
Thank you, gringo.
-Hi. -Hello.
I know him.
- Yes? - Yes, it's true.
Take a good look.
He’s here.
I saw him.
- Where? - Outside.
- Just now? - Yes, just now.
- Did you just see him? - Two minutes ago.
Hey, buddy!
Hey Bro’!
- I seem to be lost. - Fuck off.
Hey hey hey hey It's me, it’s Nick.
Alright? Hey, look at me. You remember me from the taco stand.
Yeah that's right, you remember.
C’mere, c’mere. Show me your face.
Alright. Alright!
That’s it. Yeah, get it out.
Go ahead.
Spit it out. You’re alright now.
You’re alright now, c’mere.
- I don't feel good. - Alright. Alright, alright.
Just, um…
uhn, walk slower. Alright.
Give me your hand. Alright.
Will you buy my flower?
No. Thank you, sweetheart.
Will you buy my flower?
For my grandmother, these flowers,
represented the blood of men who died for their country.
She used to say that to me.
Thank you.
Alright, get out of here.
What did you say, something about blood?
My grandmother used to say
that these flowers are red
because of the blood of good men who died for their country.
What the fuck do you know about that?
What do you know about blood? Huh?
Tell me something about the fuck you know!
Shit.
My puppy…
He lost a tooth the other day.
He looks happy.
He doesn’t look happy, looks depressed.
I’m ready to go home.
I have that truck waiting for me.
It’s not too late.
Do you really want to go home?
Yes.
Yeah, I do.
I’m tired of this life. Aren't you?
God looks at all of us and he blesses us Nick.
Oh, yeah?
I would say that. He sees everything, man.
You’re going to be blessed one day, Nick. God will bless you, man.
God don't know where we are, bro.
He looks at everybody, man. He’s taking care of us.
- No, not us. He forgot about us. - You think?
I wouldn’t say that.
He forgot, bro.
He couldn't find T.J. with a map.
- Peace, bro. - Ok, man. You take care of yourself.
Hey Ruedas (Wheels), have you seen Ana?
Ana?
If you ask me, her brother,
is floating down the canal right now. Party pushing daisies, Dawg.
And she’s real close to joinin’ him.
Have you seen her?
If you really wanna know Dawg, she asked me where the police station was at Dawg.
Hey, yo Lawrence! Lawrence!
Here, Bro!
-Alright. Watcha doing’? -Look at you , huh.
You know me…Word up Trying to get my match on.
Ana?
Come on now….
- What do you want? - Alright. Look look look.
I want to apologize, alright.
I wanta apologize.
Things are a little crazy, I’m a little crazy I ain't slept all night.
I dunno alright, But I, right now I got some bad news ok.
-Bad news? -Yeah, bad news. It ain’t good.
This is my friend here Lawrence. Right Lawrence? This is Ana, ok.
She’s a sweet girl. She’s a friend of mine And Lawrence is a good guy, right.
And he use to…
He use to hang with Ricardo, ok.
- He knew him. - My brother?
We go way back.
Now you tell her what you told me. Tell her what you told me.
Oh man, we were on the street, man.
- He got his head blown off. - What? -Yeah.
The cartels just went up on him, just took him out. Like..
I was like what the hell.
See what I’m saying here.
They blew his damn head off like crazy.
- You saw that right? - Yeah, I’m positive.
I wouldn't give you no lie. That’s, that’s on the street.
- Are you sure it sure it was him? - Oh I’m positive.
I’m a 100 percent.
Here’s the guy.
Oh yeah, that’s my homey. Like We go way back. Yeah that’s him right there.
He’s in a mass grave in Tijuana.
I put down like at least $100 worth of flowers, You know I made it look like a..
I came over and visited him all the time. It’s crazy.
That’s the kind of relationship they had.
Oh, we go way back. We were like this.
- Now look… - I don't trust him.
He's a good guy, this guy ok.
- I know. He’s a little fucked up. - He looks like a crazy guy.
Yeah he’s a little fucked up, that's what he’s like. They’re all like that. I told you
-This guy’s fucking connected with all kinds of people. -Ok.
And, and, and, and He said, alright, that he did a grave.
-now, if he did a grave.. -Then I have to find, find his grave.
Two months ago,
I worked there.
On the hill.
You need to leave. Ok?
You know that, right?
You need to get out of Tijuana and leave this city tonight.
Why?
My Brother
is not in this place.
-He is not here. -Oh, yeah? -Yeah
And how the fuck do you know that?
Huh, how do you know? Hmm?
- I feel it. - Oh, you feel it?
Well and do you hear it as well?
What, is he talking to you right now? hmm.
"I'm not here!" Is that what he's saying, shouting that out?
Maybe you could help me out with that shit.
Because I have friends that I’d love to talk to.
Dead friends.
Lost there fucking limbs. Hmm.
Why won’t you speak to them. How do you do it? Show me how you do it. Now what do you do?
Put your ear to the fucking floor, Is that it? huh?
I feel it. What the fuck do you feel?
You need to get out of here. You need to leave Tijuana.
You understand me?
I'm trying to help you.
You gotta go.
I can't leave.
The guy at the hotel...
The guy with all the tattoos...
The tear drops
on his face...
Each one of them represents
a dead body.
A man he’s killed.
The fact that you’re a woman,
won’t change that.
It won’t change what he’s capable of doing.
You have to leave.
Please.
-How did you do that? -Those people.
They gave it to us. It’s a gift.
- Good? - -It's nice. -Nice.
Why did you come to Tijuana?
I don't know.
Honestly.
We passed through here once, with the unit.
Years ago.
I couldn't believe it.
Whores,
drugs...
I watched the guys break out.
Every one of them.
But not me.
I didn't do nothing, I didn't touch a thing.
But I remember thinking
one day, if I ever needed to fucking completely lose myself,
I’d come here.
And right after my third deployment in Iraq,
that's exactly what I did.
I came to T.J.,
locked myself in in a hotel room,
with a great big bag full of heroin
and another bag with crystals (Meth).
I didn't breathe fresh air
for two weeks.
I don't know if you can understand but…
I liked it.
—it’s ok. ok. -No buddy, we’s alright… - Let’s get ready.
Come.
What is it?
Take this.
And give me the other hand.
Take it easy, okay?
Take my hand.
One, two, three.
Oh, shit…
-Good. -Good. That’s it, soldier.
That is weird, huh.
What is that?
-Electric? -Yeah.
How much is it?
- 20 pesos. - I’m getting it.
Are you hungry?
No. No no no no I gotta go.
- Go? - I got shit to do.
I’ll see you soon, huh. See you around.
- What’s up, Nick? - What up, Ruedas (Wheels)?
Nothin man.
What you got for me, man?
Same as always.
Yo, I need to find Topo.
- Can’t be serious Dawg? - No, I'm serious.
Talking about a dead man, man.
Where are you going, Yank?
I just wanta talk to your boy Topo. He around?
Follow me.
Rintintin!
You want to get at me? (see me)
- Yeah, I’d like that. Uh huh. - Yeah?
Come on, What’s up?
You know, um
-your neighbor, right, Ana... -Alright.
I got an idea…
One second now.
Motherfucker, man!
Follow me, gringo.
I don't know what I'm doing with this fucking girl.
Or why I’m even helping her.
I don’t know what it is…
I told you
to give her a one-way ticket.
She ain’t leaving until she finds…
Until she finds him, she’s here, in Tijuana.
So I got an idea about that.
We're going to find her a body, ok.
Like, like, like, some fucking guy.
Ok and we fuck his face up a little bit so she don't recognize him.
And we tell her: “Look, it’s your brother."
Yeah, that’s on you and we see what happens.
You fucked up, asshole.
You are going to die, far from home.
Fucking girl, listen…
She thinks that she can speak to the fucking dead.
That's what she thinks. Yeah. yeah, that’s what she thinks.
She thinks they listen to her.
I’ll get you a body.
What's your name? (audio)
I'm Pastor Ricardo Silva.
What are you doing here?
I come to save souls.
You're going to die.
I am a messenger from Heaven.
If you kill me, you declare war on God.
You want to declare war on God?
You know...
I was thinking...
maybe Ricardo has a girlfriend
and he’s ok.
I kinda told you that the first time we met.
Not exactly. As if..
he has a relationship and he’s happy.
Not just fucking around
coz play is enough.
That’s good, that’s good, that’s positive.
Good way to think.
What about you?
Do you have a girlfriend?
More or less.
There is someone...
that’s nice.
What about you?
I was married.
But he was always working. and I was always alone.
So I threw him out.
I wasn’t happy.
Nick?
Are you ok?
Good morning guys. I got some information on deported veterans. If you’re ever interested.
For deported veterans. Nick.
I gonna wait here, alright?
I’ll be right here.
- Why? - You don't need me.
Go.
Have a seat right here.
- Welcome to the bunker. - Thank you. -Come on in.
Excuse the place, it’s a little messy. We just woke up.
No problem, thank you.
Can you help me?
I saw this, and my brother is a veteran.
Ricardo Silva. Do you know him?
A lot of deported veterans would come through here.
Yeah, give me a second, and um. I have some of his belongings here.
- Is Ricardo here? - No, he’s not here but I have some of his stuff.
Ah, here it is. "Ricardo Silva".
Is that his stuff?
Yeah, uh, this is some of his belongings…
It’s got his combat boots.
His military knife.
A lot of, uh,…
books, and…
-My brother. -Yes.
He looks happy.
Where is he?
Do you know where?
He’s, uh…
Pablo? Isn’t he, uh,..
Ricardo, doesn’t he help people there, doesn’t he have a rehab center over there in
Rehab?
Over there by la presa (the dam).
He should be over there.
-Nick. Nick, do you hear that? -Yeah.
Do you know that, do you know where La presa is?
By the canal, yeah, I know.
You know, like Ricardo, there are many of us
go, and bad times.
We screwed up, we fucked up.
And, and uh, end up being deported.
That’s why we’re here in Tijuana.
We were ready to die and fight for this nation.
And you know, and they threw us away like trash.
- Nick. - Sempre Fi. (Always faithful)
Why would he not take his combat knife?
How does a man leave his combat knife…
in a box?
Maybe he don’t want to be found.
Pablo, you want to help us?
-Yeah, -You think you can take them in the truck?
-Of course I will do that for you. -Take them to the places he is at? -Of course.
Hi.
- You are Nick? - Yeah, I’m Nick.
- You're Nick, right? - That's right, Nick.
Me Chiquito. And she’s Roxana.
- So where is Ricardo? - Ricardo is not here.
I think, I think the devil took him.
Him say..
he will come back, but I don’t think so.
- He says, he says that? - He say.
Hey. My friend.
Come on over here, hmm?
Yeah, We all friends here.
What do you want to know? Huh?
She wants to know where he is, dead or alive.
So she can leave this place and go home.
Tell her family
what she found.
Come here, sit down.
That's ok.
We are listening, Sir.
Three weeks ago,
or a month...
or a couple of months, I don't remember, but
I went down to the canal with Ricardo.
Like we always do,
every Sunday.
And try to convince a few people to come back with us.
And that’s why that day, the canal boss came to see Ricardo.
You mean the man with tattoos
Here?
tear drops, hmm?
He was right there, in front of me.
He said that
for every man, every single man
that Ricardo took away from the canal, he’d have to pay money.
As compensation for losing clients.
And then,
one morning,
I woke up,
Ricardo had left early.
He never came back.
“Let's give thanks to your soldier Ricardo Silva
who teaches us your light and your love.”
Did you see this?
It's Ricardo, huh?
I’m proud.
My brother didn’t stop fighting.
He found his way.
He came to this place as a junkie.
But then,
he became a pastor to these people.
And now Ricardo is no more of this world.
I take a toast
to Ricardo.
To Ricardo!
The preacherman.
To my brother.
My parents died
when I was little.
My grandma
raised us.
She was amazing.
She was tender, loving.
She taught me how to heal with plants.
She taught us to be generous with people.
She was a wise woman.
She would’ve known how to do.
And I think I could.
I would know how to do.
But I have no fucking idea!
No idea.
Me and my friends..
routine patrol.
Five fucking assholes
trying to forget our piece of shit body armor we were wearing
could not protect us from a triple attack.
Tank mine.
But that day,
that day, it was like the ground
opened up.
The entire earth
opened up.
Sucked us in.
And then spat us out
right up to the sky.
Five stone cold marines..
triggered by a $10 mobile phone.
I couldn’t move.
Was blood in my face.
But it wasn't my blood.
I could hear ’em, man.
I could hear ‘em calling,
the cries.
Pain.
And I couldn't protect.
I couldn’t help.
Tomorrow,
I’ll go get my stuff from the hotel.
You can come..
if you want.
Where?
Here.
“Nick, Joe, Charly, Adrian, Chaz, We died”
Alright. We off.
What's up, Nick?
He just told me he knows someone
who has news about my brother over at the canal.
Oh, yeah?
What news?
Well, they told me to send her over there cause they got news about her brother
that she’s been looking for this whole time.
Take her over there man. You ain’t got nothing to lose.
-You are Rintintin? -Yeah.
Come in if you want to see your brother.
He is not my brother.
So you talk with the dead.
Nick?
You weren’t lying.
You did good.
It was worth one dead cabron (bastard).
Is that true?
How could you?
I trusted you.
Don't touch me, you bastard!
I know why my brother left me nothing.
He was ashamed.
Shame that I'm learning what he had done wrong.
Ricardo,
he loved the downtrodden.
This shirt,
is part of his uniform.
He wore it to remember
who he was.
Not out of pride.
He won't be coming back.
Kill me and you'll rot in hell. (audio)[Rivera]
You're the one who started this war.[Tuco]
If you kill me... [Rivera]
another soldier of God will replace me
and you will be condemned to hell.
How are you doing?
- You are well? - Yes, thank you.
Take your time.
- Here you go. - Thank you. Thank you.
What's your name? (audio)
I am Pastor Ricardo Silva.
What are you doing here?
I come to save souls.
That you refuse to pay for.
No one is going to make me buy these poor people from you.
It's been five years
that I am here.
Five years I've been living with these undead.
In the middle of this giant trash can rotting.
One day, water..
will take our souls away.
I know that.
But I am not afraid of the Reaper.
I will not sit down at the devil's table,
in hell.
You good?
I bring you back to life.
- What did you do to my brother? - There he is.
I am a messenger from Heaven.(audio)
If you kill me...
another soldier of God.
will replace me.
Kill me and you'll rot in hell. as you're already rotting here.
Your last words.
Chiquito.
What are you looking for?
Beat it, you dogs!
What do you want?
Give us back Ana!
Go ahead, kill him!
Those tears that are tattooed on my face,
I shed them every day
for your brother.
What did you do with his body?
It is no longer here.
Not here anymore.
You think the canal understands pity?
But you can save me.
I know you can save my soul.
Ask him to forgive me.
He has to forgive me.
No noise. Be quiet.
Are they there?
Is the tattooed guy over there?
Sorry.
Rintintin!
I was waiting for you, Rintintin.
Stay with me.
Help!
French made movie in English, Spanish, Spanglish, slang, cholo, and garble, without subtitles. Who were they hoping could watch and understand every bit of it? Just me I guess, coz I live in TJ. -Quester