Where's who?

Guzman!

l thought he was with you.

Shit!

Dios mio! ĹźQue pasa?

There's two of those son of a bitches!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Which one is Durant?

Not me, him!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Goddamn it!

Whose little boy are you?

lt doesn't matter.

You're dead!

No, no. This one.

Don't just stand there.

Do something!

Son of a bitch sets me up with the cops,

and you practically hand him the cash.

Madre mia!

Mr. Durant, l'm sorry.