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(eerie music)
♪
(slow breathing)
♪
(eerie choir singing)
(banging rattle)
♪
(radio static)
(eerie choir singing)
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NEWS ANCHOR: Our lead story...
(eerie choir singing)
(radio static)
♪
Our lead story today takes us again
to that hot zone‐‐ zone of illegal, terrorist activity,
our southern border.
Our border crisis continues to worsen,
with more illegals than ever coming into our country‐‐
coming into our country...
MALE: She keeps asking questions about them.
MALE: Maybe we could try behavior modification.
MALE: Do you think we should keep 'em in?
MALE: It doesn't stay in the system for a week.
MALE: Is that what we want? NEWS ANCHOR: Coming into
our country, claiming American jobs,
draining precious resources,
and committing an increasing number of violent crimes.
NEWS ANCHOR: The migrant caravan of over 5,000 Central Americans
is full of children.
Many of these children are traveling alone.
NEWS ANCHOR: At the successful pilot immigration
and cultural rehabilitation center.
(patriotic music)
NEWS ANCHOR: The ringleader of last night's murderous terrorist assault...
MALE: It could be because of her hormonal circuit,
measure to fit in.
(mixed muttering voices)
NEWS ANCHOR: Congress members are grappling today
with the most urgent of questions:
when will action finally be taken
to end American suffering?
(beeping)
(choir singing)
‐ Super nice.
(male laughs)
(soft music)
MALE: Hey.
♪
(music darkens)
♪
(female screams)
♪
(older female sighs)
(mellow music)
♪
(wind blowing)
♪
(ominous flourish)
♪
(sighs)
♪
(phone rings)
♪
(phone rings)
‐ Bueno.
(phone clicks)
(festive music)
♪
(Spanish singing on radio)
♪
(slams drink)
Psst.
♪
(rumbling)
(intense music)
♪
(knife clatters)
♪
(grunts)
♪
(sighs)
♪
(layered whispering voices)
FEMALE: [whispering] America. MALE: [whispering] America.
FEMALE: [whispering] America.
(screaming)
(grunting)
(panting)
‐ Okay.
(panting)
(rhythmic breathing)
Calma, cuidado.
(church bells ringing)
‐ ¡Ay, mija!
FEMALE: Marisol‐‐
‐ Lupita...
(soft music)
♪
(doorbell buzzes)
(knock at door)
♪
(somber music)
♪
LUPITA: Bueno.
♪
MARISOL: Paola...
♪
MARISOL: Gracias.
♪
(Lupita praying in Spanish)
‐ Amen.
(speaking Spanish)
♪
(praying in Spanish)
(girls join)
(prayer continues)
♪
(Spanish singing on radio)
♪
(El Zorro chuckles)
♪
(snaps fingers)
(laughs)
‐ Hey.
(nervous laugh)
(mellow music)
♪
(indistinct remarks)
‐ (speaking Spanish)
(indistinct chatter)
♪
(chimes tinkling)
♪
(low rumbling)
♪
(eerie music)
(mellow music)
(knock at door)
♪
EL ZORRO: Ooh...
(El Zorro laughs)
Ooh!
(appreciative laugh)
Gracias.
♪
(El Zorro chuckles)
♪
(man chuckles)
(pounds on the table)
(singing)
(pounds on the table)
(riotous laughter)
(taps table)
(Chayan chuckles)
(somber music)
♪
(Coyote singing)
(taps beer on table)
(tense music)
♪
(Coyote starts engine)
♪
(boy sighs)
♪
MARISOL: Ricky.
(crickets chirring)
(door creaks)
(foreboding music)
♪
(Marisol grunting)
♪
(Chayan grunts)
♪
(Marisol pants)
(both grunting)
♪
(panting)
♪
(Chayan grunts in pain)
(grunting)
(tense music)
(Chayan chokes)
♪
(door slams)
♪
(clock ticking)
Amen.
(Chayan scoffs)
(phone buzzes)
♪
(Chayan grunts)
♪
(Chayan speaking Spanish)
Let's go, come on!
♪
(grunts)
♪
(blows a kiss)
(laughs)
(taps on truck)
(speaking Spanish)
♪
(whistling)
♪
(turns off engine)
♪
(door rattles)
(dog howling)
(speaking Spanish)
(Coyote howls)
(Coyote laughs)
(makes hissing sound)
♪
(Marisol panting)
♪
(Marisol sighs)
♪
(makes skeptical sound)
‐ Ah!
(laughing)
(distant dogs yipping)
(eerie sound)
(eerie music)
OSCAR: [whispering] Hey, Marisol.
‐ Hm?
‐ Marisol.
♪
(stammers)
♪
(repeats)
(muffled whimpers)
(Oscar repeats himself)
(Oscar repeats himself louder)
(screaming)
(gasping)
‐ Shh.
(hum of engine)
(tense music)
Shh.
♪
Shh, shh!
(hum of engine)
(vehicle radio playing)
(engine revving)
(engine rumbling)
(vehicle radio playing)
♪
CARTEL MEMBER: Woo!
(riotous shouting)
(grunting)
(sounds of impact)
(shouting)
(gunshot)
(loud gasp)
(gunshot)
‐ Woo!
♪
(thud)
CARTEL MEMBER: Woo!
(gunshot)
(starting engine)
(riotous shouting)
(engine revving)
(dramatic music)
♪
Ricky!
(cartel member laughing)
♪
(horn honking)
(Marisol sobbing)
(cartel member laughing)
♪
BORDER PATROL: This is the United States Border Patrol.
Stop where you are.
Do not move.
♪
(dogs barking)
(echoing pant)
♪
(hum of helicopter)
(breathing and heartbeat)
‐ Breathe, sweetie.
You're safe now.
(heartbeat)
(breathing deeply)
Keep breathing just like that.
(voice echoes)
You're doing great.
(voice echoes)
(breathing sounds)
(Marisol moaning)
There you go.
Oh, I can see it.
Keep going.
Just one more push!
(Marisol screaming)
Oh!
(light laugh)
It's a beautiful baby girl!
(Marisol breathes deeply)
MARISOL: My sweet girl.
(birds chirping)
(soft music)
♪
(female humming "My Country, 'Tis of Thee")
♪
Where am I?
(gasps)
Where is she?
FEMALE: Oh, good morning!
The little angel is sleeping.
Come, come eat.
I made you some soup.
♪
‐ Mm.
♪
Mm.
♪
(laughing)
‐ It's not a race, honey.
Not anymore.
You're in America now,
the land of plenty.
♪
‐ I'm sorry, it's just that
I feel like I'm still eating for two.
Oh, this is delicious.
You made this?
FEMALE: Someone once said
you can judge a woman
by the taste of her homemade soup.
(laughs)
‐ Oh... FEMALE: Oh, oh, oh.
Take it slow.
No need to rush.
When you're done,
if you're feeling up to it,
I'll take you out for a walk.
It's a beautiful day out today.
A perfect day
to see your new home.
♪
(Marisol laughs)
♪
NEIGHBOR: Hello friend.
‐ Hi. NEIGHBOR: Good morning.
♪
NEIGHBOR: Good morning. ‐ Good morning.
♪
(chimes tinkling)
♪
MARISOL: Wow, so many paisanos.
FEMALE: Oh yes, lots of Latinos here.
And people from all over the world.
Everyone's getting ready
for our big celebration this weekend.
‐ Looks great, everybody. FEMALE: Oh, Thomas?
Thomas!
Hello.
Marisol, this is Thomas, our town's mayor.
Marisol is new here.
THOMAS: Oh, welcome, Marisol.
We're so happy to have you.
MARISOL: Thank you.
You have such a beautiful town.
THOMAS: Oh, thank you,
but it's not just mine.
Cape Joy is everyone's.
It's yours too now, okay?
‐ Oh. THOMAS: And you let us know
if there's anything that any of us can do
to make you feel at home.
♪
Congratulations, by the way.
‐ Oh, thank you.
THOMAS: Marisol, have you ever seen fireworks?
‐ Yeah, I mean, not often.
‐ Okay, well, at our Fourth of July party,
they will absolutely fill the sky.
It's beautiful.
It'll be a wonderful experience for you.
‐ When will that be? MALE: Hey Thomas!
Come take a look at this.
‐ I'm so sorry, duty calls.
We take the big day very seriously here.
It was nice to meet you, Marisol.
‐ Nice to meet you. THOMAS: Hope to see you soon.
Betty. And if you feel like it,
come by and help with the preparations.
There's nothing like chipping in
to help feel at home in the community.
♪
Looks great, guys.
MARISOL: He seems nice.
BETTY: Oh, he has been such a blessing
for our little town.
♪
‐ This place is so...
‐ Special?
‐ Yeah!
♪
‐ We're very lucky.
♪
‐ I think I could call it home.
♪
‐ Well now,
that's the spirit, darling.
♪
(music darkens)
‐ Oscar?
♪
BETTY: Marisol, are you all right?
♪
‐ Oscar!
(Betty gasps)
BETTY: Marisol, wait!
MARISOL: I...
I'm sorry, excuse me.
FEMALE: Hi!
MALE: Hi there!
(indistinct chatter)
THOMAS: All right, guys, let's take these babies for a spin.
GROUP ON LOUDSPEAKER: ♪ Oh, say can you see
by the dawn's early light ♪
♪ What so proudly we hailed
at the twilight's last gleaming?
♪ Whose broad stripes and bright stars
through the perilous fight ♪
♪ O'er the ram‐‐ ♪♪
(screams)
(sustained beep)
(wind blowing)
(gasps)
(soft music)
♪
(music darkens)
♪
‐ Where is she?
BETTY: Oh!
Feeling any better today?
♪
‐ Yes, thank you.
♪
Um, excuse me, ma'am,
how did I get here?
Why is it that I just can't remember anything?
‐ Please call me Betty.
‐ Betty.
‐ I'm so sorry.
This must be very hard for you.
You crossed the border with your Coyote two days ago.
Feeling any better today?
♪
‐ Uh, yes, thank you.
Where are my things?
I brought stuff with me, and‐‐
BETTY: Oh, we can get you all new stuff.
Don't worry about what you've lost;
think instead of...
all that you've gained.
♪
‐ Let me have her. BETTY: Oh! No, no, no.
She just ate.
You just rest.
‐ I'm fine.
(chuckling)
‐ Great, fantastic.
♪
I wish I could go out and help with the decorations.
I'm just too old now.
I can hardly hold a hammer steady.
I know.
Why don't you go out and help?
Everyone is there.
‐ I don't know anybody.
BETTY: Oh, nonsense, you know Thomas,
and you can make all new friends.
Besides, Thomas can help you get a job right away too.
You don't want everybody else
snatching up all your opportunities, do you?
Gotta provide for the little one, right?
♪
(orchestral music)
NEIGHBOR: Hello there! NEIGHBOR: It's gonna be great!
♪
MARISOL: Hey, Ricky!
Hi.
TEACHER: Come, come, children.
(eerie music)
MALE: Hello.
(indistinct conversation)
FEMALE: Hi.
MARISOL: Hi.
THOMAS: Marisol!
Hey, good to see you again.
MARISOL: Hi. THOMAS: Hi.
So, what do you think
of our beautiful little American town so far?
MARISOL: Um, it's, um...
It's confusing.
THOMAS: Here, come have a seat.
You weren't prepared for such a big change, right?
You'd be surprised how many people
experience that sort of thing
when they move to a new country.
It's perfectly normal.
We call it culture shock.
‐ Culture shock. THOMAS: And everybody here
has felt the way that you have.
Even me.
‐ Really? ‐ Oh yeah.
Yeah, I traveled to India in grad school.
I haven't sweat that much since, well, ever.
And the food.
It was delicious,
but I don't think there was a single day
where my body wasn't in crisis.
(Marisol laughs)
What were you hoping for when you came here?
When you crossed?
‐ Um...
It's...
‐ I understand.
You know, people dream of a place like this
because change is good.
We dream of having the freedom
of waking up on any given morning
and starting over.
The freedom to choose to be happy
instead of feeling like the world makes that impossible.
It's not my place to tell you how to feel,
but our little town works for people.
And you have a new life to look out for,
not just your own.
If you can, try to choose to be happy.
What have you got to lose?
(soft, tense music)
♪
‐ Right.
♪
Okay.
‐ Yeah? ‐ Yeah.
‐ Okay, great.
And why don't you help me organize for the big event?
‐ Me? ‐ Yeah, yeah,
you could do decorations.
Get to know some of us,
I think you'd be a natural.
‐ I think I can do that, yeah.
‐ Okay, perfect.
And then I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
‐ Okay. ‐ Oh, Marisol?
Come by the mess hall tonight.
We're doing pizza. ‐ Looking forward to it.
THOMAS: Okay, I'll see you there.
♪
MARISOL: Hi.
♪
Oh, sorry.
♪
‐ Marisol, hey!
I'm glad you made it.
Grab a seat, I want to talk to you in a second.
Excuse me. MARISOL: Okay.
♪
‐ Oh, hey!
♪
‐ Cabrón.
♪
‐ Oh, hey.
♪
‐ Oh, sorry.
♪
Hi.
♪
Mm.
♪
(intensifying chewing sounds)
♪
(chaotic music)
♪
(fetal heartbeat)
(panting)
(eerie music)
♪
(screaming)
♪
(screaming)
(gasps)
(baby crying)
(soft music)
♪
BETTY: Hurry up, you're gonna be late.
♪
‐ What‐‐ what's happened? ‐ She was crying and crying
and you wouldn't wake up.
‐ I'm sorry.
Give her to me‐‐ ‐ No, I've got this.
You don't want to be late for your first day.
Hurry up.
♪
MARISOL: Ricky.
♪
Hey, Ricky.
How are you?
‐ Hello, Miss, it's a pleasure to meet you.
‐ It's Marisol from Mexico.
‐ My name's Ricky, it's a pleasure to meet you.
‐ We crossed the border together.
Remember that?
‐ It's a pleasure to‐‐
‐ Okay, uh...
♪ Mexicanos, al grito de guerra ♪
♪ El acero aprestad y el bridón ♪
♪ Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra ♪
♪ Al sonoro rugir del cañón ♪♪
(eerie sounds)
(panting)
‐ Okay, children, class is beginning.
In we go.
(eerie music)
♪
MARISOL: Hey, Santo.
‐ Well, hello there, friend.
‐ Are you okay?
I saw you last night at dinner.
‐ Dinner was delicious.
Best pizza in town, wouldn't you say?
And the barbecue tomorrow is gonna be oh‐so‐delicious.
‐ No, no, listen to me, Santo.
THOMAS: Marisol, you made it.
‐ Yeah, hi, I‐‐ I was just talking to San‐‐
‐ Santo Cristobal at your service.
‐ The banner looks fabulous, amigo.
Marisol, walk with me.
Gotta work on some bulletins.
Very important bulletins, come on.
Go over here, help everybody out, okay?
Hey, guys, we have a new helper.
Okay, so we just need to spread these balloons
all over, uh, well, the gazebo.
(tense music)
♪
‐ Well, hello there, friend. ‐ Santo Cristobal, remember me?
We crossed the border together with Ricky.
Do you remember El Zorro? Chayan?
Do you...
(eerie music)
♪
(praying in Spanish)
Amen.
♪
(labored breathing)
♪
(speaking in Spanish)
‐ Okay.
‐ He sold us out.
‐ He did?
♪
SANTO: I remember being connected to something.
It was hooked to my head.
Why the fuck am I talking English?
MARISOL: Please, Santo, Santo, calm down.
‐ Don't fucking touch me, bitch.
‐ Okay, okay.
Santo, look at me.
SANTO: My tattoos!
Where are my tattoos?
(swearing in Spanish)
(shrieks)
(Santo grunting, groaning)
♪
Fuck.
(Santo grunting, groaning)
♪
‐ Stop it!
(gasps)
(panting)
Oh, no, no, no.
(sniffling)
‐ Okay. BETTY: Rise and shine.
The park looks absolutely gorgeous today.
TEACHER: Marisol, nice to see you again.
‐ Oye, Santo. ‐ Marisol.
(praying in Spanish)
Amen.
‐ Marisol. ‐ Yes.
Hey, hey, hey, don't freak out on me, man.
♪
‐ How did we get here?
♪
‐ I don't know.
We were in a desert, right?
And then I woke up here
in this fucking place.
♪
SANTO: Yeah, this fucking place.
♪
‐ What about you? What do you remember?
‐ I‐‐ I remember running...
♪
...and a truck.
‐ Mm‐hm. SANTO: Fucking narcos
were chasing us.
But then nothing.
♪
Doesn't make any sense.
‐ That's 'cause nothing in this place makes sense.
♪
Look at it, nobody ever leaves, there's no cars.
And then there's no sense of time.
♪
‐ I feel like I'm being watched.
♪
‐ Don't trust anybody, Santo.
♪
We gotta get out of here.
♪
(mellow music)
♪
THOMAS: This looks stunning, everybody.
This could be our best one yet.
No, you know what, this is definitely our best one yet.
And you, terrific work.
I mean, really, above and beyond.
‐ Why thank you, Thomas.
I'm really happy you like it.
I really like to help, you know.
(intensifying shouting in Spanish)
THOMAS: Keep up the good work.
‐ Thank you.
♪
Beautiful day, right?
♪
(Oscar laughs)
♪
(intense music)
♪
‐ Shit, he's getting away.
♪
(Marisol gasps)
(eerie music)
♪
(panting)
♪
(whimpering)
♪
(whimpering)
♪
(clanging)
♪
(hyperventilating)
♪
(Marisol whimpering)
♪
THOMAS: Marisol, did you follow?
♪
‐ Shh! GEORGE: Thomas?
THOMAS: Yes, sir?
♪
GEORGE: How's everyone faring?
How's the little guy?
Any better?
♪
THOMAS: Worse.
He hasn't made it a day,
I don't think it's realistic to think
that he'll make it through a full week.
GEORGE: Oh.
♪
Kids, they always insist on dying.
♪
‐ Their immune systems can't handle the tranquilizers
the ways an adult can.
♪
If we could take 'em out and get a control test
to safe dosage‐‐
GEORGE: We don't have time for a control test, Tom.
It's not gonna work in the big picture
of every single guest needs a bespoke experience.
We need to know they'll be safe
at least for the entire duration
of the week sequence on a standard entry dose without fail.
Now, that's how the numbers add up.
You understand that, right?
‐ Yes. GEORGE: Good.
Now speaking of stability,
how's our VIP doing here?
‐ Better.
Still not settling with degree
of predictability that we'd like.
‐ We have the midwife on vigilant surveillance, yes?
‐ Yes, sir, I recoded the firewall bot myself yesterday.
GEORGE: Oh, god.
She...
They... are the most precious guests
we've got in here.
♪
‐ I know, sir, but I'm not sure
how the meds are affecting the baby.
Could be a stillbirth or birth defects.
GEORGE: How likely is that?
‐ This will literally be the first time
that a birth happens under these conditions, ever.
I can't project, but it's likely.
Trauma and drugs usually aren't a great thing
for a pregnant woman.
‐ All right, when's she due?
♪
‐ Any day now.
‐ Oh.
♪
It's amazing what the human body can accomplish
given no other choice.
♪
(gasps)
‐ Shh, you're having a bad dream.
‐ Give her to me. ‐ Oh, you poor thing.
‐ No, fucking give her to me now.
Give her to me, give her to me.
(eerie sound)
BETTY: Your attitude is not healthy
for the baby to be around.
(eerie sounds)
♪
MARISOL: Wait, where are you going?
♪
(banging)
Betty?
♪
Betty?
♪
("Betty" echoes)
♪
(eerie sounds, laughter)
DISTORTED VOICE: Marisol!
♪
(eerie music jab)
(dramatic eerie music)
♪
(gasps, pants)
(eerie music)
(metal clangs)
(panting)
♪
(disembodied voices speaking Spanish)
‐ Get me out of here.
Get me out of here, get me out of here.
Get me out of here!
♪
GEORGE: She bounced from the system.
How is that even possible?
♪
‐ She must have found the gate.
GEORGE: Come on, can't you make this thing better
so they don't find their way out.
THOMAS: I flagged her as a flight risk,
so if she goes through the gate again
she'll end up in this escape loop.
‐ And you've never noticed this type of behavior
from her before? ‐ No, sir.
First time.
‐ Hm, all right, well, put her back
in that loop of yours for an hour.
She'll tire herself out.
Then merge her and the baby back in the system.
‐ Okay.
♪
GEORGE: You know what I did before I did this, Tom?
I served on a board of a private corrections company.
Private prisons, in layman's terms.
A lot of people don't know that private prisons work.
People willing to work at these facilities
make a profit and the taxpayers make a savings.
We solved an urgent nationwide problem
in a safe, humane, and discreet way.
You know what that taught me, Tom?
It taught me you gotta focus on the big picture,
the bottom line.
I know this is all difficult to bear,
it's upsetting, but you must not let it
distract you from the big picture.
‐ There has got to be a better version
of the big picture than this.
‐ Nobody gives a fuck about these people, Tom.
Look, this way they're not crowding up the prisons,
they're not being separated from their kids,
they're not being physically mistreated.
Tax money is saved to be used long‐term for good.
Now that is a small cost to pay for all this, isn't it?
♪
‐ Yes. ‐ Good.
'Cause if the Pentagon finds out
about security breaches like this,
they're gonna buy somebody else's solution.
♪
THOMAS: Sir, we didn't win this contract
because we could build a virtual holding cell.
We won it because we promised these people
a humane, happy transition.
♪
‐ I'm not paying you to give them the American Dream, Tom.
♪
We're paid to keep them out of it.
♪
(gasps)
(grunts in pain)
(baby cooing)
(eerie music)
♪
(bones cracking)
‐ What‐‐
THOMAS'S DISTORTED VOICE: It's okay, Marisol.
It's me, Thomas.
(whimpering)
I know you must be very confused right now.
Do you remember where you woke up earlier,
before you woke up here?
‐ Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you were there,
and there was‐‐ there was this other man.
THOMAS'S DISTORTED VOICE: His name is George Atwood.
He's the man who built this place.
MARISOL: What is this place?
Why are you keeping me here?
What is this place?
‐ I wanted to be a part of something
that would change the world.
(grunts in pain)
Offer people like you some respite,
a taste of what you came here for
but might never find.
(door opens)
Marisol, I'm sorry, I don't have time
to explain this to you right now.
‐ No, no, I have a child inside of me.
Please, please, please.
‐ Look, listen to me,
because you found the gateway,
I had to mark you as a potential deserter.
That means if you go through the gateway again,
you'll get tossed back into the lab,
it's a closed repetitious loop.
(dog barking)
♪
Do you hear that?
(dog barking)
The dogs.
When the dogs bark like that,
it means the system is down
for maintenance.
♪
You did that.
Something about you, about your condition
is fighting the assimilation protocol.
You are a strong one, Marisol,
and I need you to stay like that
for all three of our sakes.
‐ And I need you to get me out of here.
THOMAS'S DISTORTED VOICE: Yes, not just you, everybody.
But I need time to do it right.
Do you trust me, Marisol?
‐ No, no, I don't trust you.
Why the fuck should I?
‐ Because you don't have a choice.
♪
I get why you don't, I understand that.
I thought that I could make things better,
but I trusted the wrong people.
♪
I need you to blend in, Marisol.
Your life might depend on it.
‐ What? What do you mean blend in?
♪
What do you mean blend in? What do you mean?
Answer me!
‐ Oh, did you have another bad dream.
‐ Agh! BETTY: Poor girl.
I think you should get some rest.
MARISOL: No, no, no, no, no, no!
Fuck you!
(grunts in pain)
(eerie music)
♪
(soft, tense music)
♪
(applause)
♪
‐ Okay, everybody,
I just want to thank you all
for your hard work.
Tonight's gonna be fabulous.
Now, who's hungry?
(cheering)
All right, let's eat.
♪
MARISOL: Oye, Santo.
‐ Yeah?
‐ I need you to listen to me very careful.
♪
(lively patriotic music)
♪
‐ Thanks.
♪
(intense chewing sounds)
♪
(gurgling machinery)
♪
WAITRESS: Ready for dessert?
Ice cream or apple pie, Miss?
‐ No thanks.
‐ Cape Joy makes the best homemade apple pie.
Would you like ice cream with that?
MARISOL: No, I want nothing.
‐ I'm sorry, ma'am, we're out of that.
‐ Would you like ‐‐ MARISOL: Out of what?
WAITRESS: I'm sorry, ma'am, we're out of that.
‐ What do you mean?
Oh, oh, you don't get it.
Yo no quiero postre.
‐ Ma'am, if you don't want any dessert..
(dogs barking)
Is there a problem with your dessert?
MARISOL: Yes, there's a fucking problem.
I don't want apple pie, I don't want fucking ice cream.
I want arroz con leche, do you have that?
What about pan dulce, do you have that?
Que tal un pinche flan, do you have that?
(dogs barking)
Of course you don't.
Pinche robot.
(dogs barking)
♪ Mexicanos, al grito de guerra ♪
♪ El acero aprestad y el bridón ♪
♪ Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra ♪
♪ Al sonoro rugir del cañón ♪♪
GEORGE: Ladies and gentlemen, my friends,
the moment you have been waiting for
has finally arrived.
As your governor, I am honored to officially declare
this year's Fourth of July celebrations have,
wait for it, begun!
(cheering)
Join me outside for a very special fireworks display.
Thank you. How are you?
Good, good, good, good, good, good.
♪
(fireworks exploding)
(cheering)
That was quite a stunt you played the other night.
No one ever found the end of Main Street before.
‐ It's a pleasure to meet you, Governor.
I'm Marisol.
‐ George, George Atwood.
It's a pleasure, Marisol.
How's your baby?
(George laughs)
Look at this.
Ah.
(fireworks exploding)
‐ Mm.
(fireworks exploding)
Oof. GEORGE: What's the matter?
(Marisol grunting)
Okay, get up.
(fireworks exploding)
What are you doing?
Marisol, get up.
(Marisol screams)
What the fuck is going on?
(beeping)
(Marisol screams)
Oh, Santo, hurry up.
(dogs barking)
(dramatic music)
(beeping intensifies)
♪
(alarm blares)
♪
‐ Shit, Marisol.
(Marisol screaming)
♪
(Marisol screaming)
GEORGE: What the fuck is going on?
Stop it, stop it, stop it!
Get the fuck off!
(commotion)
(Marisol panting)
(Marisol coughing)
(gasping)
‐ No, no.
(eerie music)
♪
(soft music)
♪
No, no.
(whimpering)
♪
Santo, Santo, Santo.
Sí, seguro.
Okay, okay.
(deep breathing)
♪
(screaming)
♪
(screaming)
♪
(screaming)
♪
(baby crying)
♪
‐ Oh, gracias, gracias, gracias, gracias.
♪
(alarm blares)
♪
(dramatic music)
♪
(coughing)
♪
GEORGE: How the fuck did this happen, Tom?
She disappeared right in front of my fuckin' eyes.
‐ [stuttering] I think she went into labor.
I'm seeing a massive spike in her adrenaline
that must have caused the system to short.
GEORGE: Oh, god dammit.
10‐45, all security units,
we have a critical breach on the physical facility.
Do not let anyone out alive.
I repeat, nobody gets out alive.
SECURITY: We should open fire, sir.
‐ Yes, fucking fire.
Choke 'em out, bash their fucking skulls in.
I don't care, nobody gets out.
I'll have us extracted at the emergency exit in two minutes.
Now shut this thing down.
Counting on you to do the right thing.
♪
(gun cocks)
♪
‐ I'm thinking about the bigger picture, George.
(gunshot)
(soft, eerie music)
♪
(alarm blaring)
♪
(alarm ringing)
(dramatic music)
♪
(gasps)
♪
(grunting)
♪
SECURITY: You're fucking dead.
♪
OSCAR: Marisol?
♪
(grunting)
♪
(Oscar chokes)
♪
‐ Marisol.
♪
Vámonos.
♪
(shouting in Spanish)
♪
ANNOUNCER: Attention.
Please return to your designated...
ANNOUNCER: ...your own seat.
Attention.
Please return to your designated room.
There has been a security breach.
This is for your own safety.
Attention.
Please return to your designated room.
There has been a security breach.
This is for your own safely.
Uno, dos, tres!
(grunting)
(mellow music)
♪
(fireworks exploding)
♪
SANTO: Marisol.
♪
‐ No.
♪
VOCALIST: (singing in Spanish)
MARISOL: Santo?
VOCALIST: (singing in Spanish)
♪
(fireworks exploding)
♪
ANCHOR: We're continuing our coverage today
of the recent and tragic situation
at the successful pilot
Immigration and Cultural Rehabilitation Center.
CHRISTINE: Greg, over to you. GREG: Thank you, Christine.
We're here about 30 miles south of our border
at what the illegal immigrant community
crossing into America calls a stash house.
It's believed that the ringleader
of last night's terrorist murderous assault stayed here.
(knocks)
It's open, it's open. Come in, come in.
Oh, hello, hello, sir.
Hi, come in here‐‐ come in here, get this, get this, get this.
(commotion)
[poor Spanish attempt] Senores, ho‐la.
Can you confirm Marisol Ramirez
recently stayed here?
‐ Uh...
GREG: Did Marisol Ramirez‐‐
COYOTE: (speaking Spanish)
‐ Sí, sí, sí.
This is my beautiful home.
(speaking Spanish)
GREG: Innocent Americans just trying to help the migrants
while solving our border crisis
lost their lives.
We're sending our thoughts and prayers
to their families.
GREG: Back to you, Christine. CHRISTINE: This just in.
The President's 25th tweet of today
once again reiterates his firm wish for the wall.
Quote, "Need funding for the Wall NOW.
'Dear illegals, remember as you sew, so shall you reep.
SO TRU!!!"
Moving on, the pyrotechnics of last night's July 4th
literally blew us away, pun intended.
Across the country, our beloved celebration
was bigger and brighter than ever.
Jeremy will be here with the best videos of the night
sent in by viewers right after the break.
(lively patriotic music)
♪
(soft music)