A Man Apart

The Mexican cartels have 1,500 miles of border between them

and the greatest drug-consuming nation on earth...

separated by a 15-foot-high fence

which starts at the Pacific Ocean

and travels the distance of four states.

They flood our streets, day after day, week after week,

at an average of 20 tons a month.

That's enough to provide a line of cocaine

for every man, woman, and child on this planet.

- Yeah? - It's me.

What's up?

I've got tickets to the Tuesday game.

- Is that right? - Row 10, seat 14.

14? I'm with that! I'll see you there.

From 10 tons a week ago in Colombia

to one bump tonight in L.A.,

worlds away from the men

who run the whole goddamned show.

And remember, no one must make all the arrests.

We book them downtown,

and the extradition will take place from there.

Are we clear?

We're clear that you wouldn't be going in there without us.

You heard the man.

Let's get ready to move. Demetrius, let's have the gun.

- Esta loco. - You gotta be kidding me, Frost.

We are on their turf. Isn't that right, Sean?

Come on.

Memo Lucero was a Colombian

who saw opportunity in Mexico's northern border towns.

He set up shop in Tijuana

and built the busiest, most lucrative drug pipeline

the world has ever seen.

Lucero never slept in the same place twice,

so no one ever knew where he was.

But after seven years, we finally tracked him down.

Let's go.

Frost, this is stupid.

They call us down here. They take away our weapons?

They expect us to go into a building

full of drunken cartel gunmen unarmed?

I mean, that isn't fun.

You're not getting paid to have fun.

Good luck, gentlemen.

Bureaucrats!

Ay, chingado.

All right.

Stay down!

Shit!

You have no idea what kind of mistake you're making.

Put your hands up!

Things are only gonna get worse, for all of us.

Do me a favor and shut the fuck up!

Come on.

Boss, let me go home and see my wife.

- I'll think about it. - I can't go home and see my wife?

I'll think about it! Get out of here, you knucklehead!

Hey! Good job!

Damn right, good job!

Seven years, dog!

We got him!

- Where are you? - Honey, I'm still down here.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.

It was a little crazy,

but I'll be home tomorrow or the next day.

Right.

Baby...

what are you wearing?

One of your old jerseys.

Not that blue one that you look incredibly sexy in.

Yeah, the one that smells like you.

- Is that a good thing? - It's a great thing.

What are you doing right now?

Making candles.

Is that pine or evergreen?

Sean!

It's my favorite one.

Of course it is.

I miss you!

Two months ago, with the arrest of Memo Lucero,

we finally dealt the Pacific corridor

its first substantial blow.

We didn't talk like cops, we didn't look like cops,

we didn't act like cops.

For that matter, we never hung out with them, either.

We had an edge that came from growing up on the streets.

That's why were the most successful

anti-narcotics crew in law enforcement.

We made the dent that the naysayers said we couldn't make.

From this day forward, things will be different.

By taking out Lucero,

we have cut the head off the dragon.

And now we are sending an emphatic message

to anyone out there who may have designs

on filling the void left by Memo Lucero.

The cartels know now

that the U.S. Will not stand by idly

while they pollute our shores with their narcotics.

What's happening, homes?

Peace will be restored, and the flow of cocaine will stop.

I'm happy to announce that, effective today,

their business in Southern California is over.

To the men and women of our undercover units,

enjoy the accolades, because you've certainly earned them.

They want to play in a tournament. They want to ball against us, dog.

Against who?

Ramon Cardena was killed yesterday.

- Who, Lucero's guy? - Yeah, state's attorney's.

I'm not gonna shed any tears over it,

but I am concerned about one thing...

this could get a little bit messy.

Frost, this is for you.

It's eucalyptus, for enlightenment.

Enlightenment? Baby, he's a senior citizen.

- Give him the Viagra candle. - Sean!

Big Sexy!

What's up, dog?

What did I tell you about smoking?

I got you, dog.

You don't want me to put you in the sleeper hold.

What's up with all these damn narc cars out here?

Is this a police convention?

Supposed to be a damn barbecue, dog.

Believe me, you're cool here. You're with me. It's my house.

I sure hope it's cool to go through.

- Thanks. - Hi.

What's up with that?

What's up, my Main D?

Yo, Sexy, what's going on, boy?

Man, it's cracking out here.

Check that out.

- Yeah! - My goodness!

Talkin' to me!

Yeah?

Imagine she was like us...

just wanted to fuck, you know what I'm saying?

Right here, right now. Why can't women think like that?

Sometimes a man got to get his fuck on

without love getting in the way of it, that's all I'm saying.

Can I get an amen up in here?

- Amen. - That's what I'm talking about.

Now, I'm sure that my man Sean feels the same way, right?

Yes.

- Yes. - Get the hell out of here!

Why you trying to do that to me?

Hey, dog, his girl got him whipped, dog, for real.

- You're not whipped? - No. I'm peeping right now.

You still got the game? Candice!

No, no, I'm just joking.

We're having a debate about the survival of the species...

You're having a what?

Both of y'all whipped! Look at y'all!

What are you guys talking about?

You see what I'm talking about?

All changed!

Want to help out your pops?

Give me...

D.E.A., punk. Don't move, bitch, or I'll blast you!

No, that's enough of that.

Don't be teaching her that funky armlock and curse words.

What? I didn't make her do it.

Hicks taught her that, not me.

- You didn't teach her that? - I just taught her to...

- I love watching you with her. - Do you?

You're so sweet.

Sounded rough to you?

Yeah. I know you taught her that.

I love you.

Want me to kick everyone out?

You read my mind.

- Who loves you? - You.

Que pasa, homes?

What's up?

What do you think, homes?

What do I think?

Got equipment or what, man?

Good shit, man.

I think we should let the games begin.

I'll take care of him.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

Who is it, baby?

Get down!

Stay down!

Fuck!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, you fuck, you come into my house while I sleep?

You can't kill Diablo.

What did you say?

You cannot kill Diablo.

Stace, call 9-1-1.

Get up.

Are you...?

Baby...

I'm okay.

I got 'em. I protected you.

You okay?

- You hit? - I am.

Honey?

I'm okay.