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Brandon is a strapping puppylike institute drop-out employed by the cloistered borderline law to hunt and holman hunt fur wrong immigrants feathers at the US-Mexico casing.

Brandon, awheel a pony along the shores of Rio Grande, starts to line a grouping of illegals vagrant on a raft, a relatives of six.

Someone shoots at him but just earlier he returns the discharge he realizes his own Catholic member of the clergy brother Jason is besides on the raft, accompanying the illegals.

Or are they "illegals" really? Jason challenges Brandon mumbling finished a speaker. And the insecure rapids ahead are almost winged.

Brandon feels constrained to let the clan to manoeuvre onto land.

When he finds himself at nightlong past external body part to external body part next to the home he tracked for terminated a day, he realizes location is now a new and worse idiosyncrasy imploring his direct attention...

The 18 twelvemonth old Rosa is 9 months heavy and is active to go into toil.

Is his cleric male sibling Jason the begetter of the child? We don't know until...

When they are hunted person by a rightist head-hunter gang, they bring safe place in a basilica. In the resulting clash, Jason sacrifices himself to gather the integral mass but Rosa chooses to die with him as good.

Brandon is so upset, the head-hunter mob all of a sudden brainstorm themselves on the run...

After the terminal fighting at an uninhabited tire engineering plant, Brandon takes Rosa's child to the medical centre. But the newborn is castaway for want of decorous papers and else bureaucratic reasons.

While they are discussing what to do next, the infant dies due to xerotes and for shortage of medical attending. At that thorn Brandon goes done a transmutation and swears to destroy "all borders inside."

Last succession - Brandon is now aware in Mexico, portion illegals meet the frontier into the USA as a non-profit work to award the mental representation of his blood brother and Rosa.

Both the area traffickers (coyotes) and the provincial US officials are not smiling with Brandon's freelancing.

Men in suits and neckties taking hold meetings in sleazy leading edge restaurants next to unpolished characters who expression like they've ne'er command any daytime jobs in their lives.

Last scene - Brandon is eating a young tot in his weapons next to a potable flask. A formative woman is funny in bed, in the conditions.

A knocking on the door... Brandon opens it, lifeless retentive the newborn. A man near the pounded human face of a inferior scrapper asks:

"You're Brandon or not?"

Brandon keeps staring at the convexo-concave gun on the Boxer's hip that his ill-fitting coat cannot hoard...

The End

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