A career criminal nabbed by Mexican authorities is placed in a tough prison where he learns to survive with the help of a young boy.

Vazquez: Look, you're corrupt, we're corrupt. There's one difference. We're honest about it.
Driver: You don't wanna to kill Javi. You need to kill Javi. Before he kills you.
Driver: Is this a prison, or the world's shittiest mall?
Driver: [to surgeon at gunpoint] Put it back.
Driver: [about Embassy Guy] "The ugly American". I thought it was me until he showed up.
[last lines]
Driver: [narration] Well, boys and girls. To the untrained eye it looks as if crime pays, doesn't it? But bear in mind, for guys with my particular set of karmic could-be's, there was bound to be a bump or two down the road. Ah, what the hell. I'm going to enjoy what's left of the summer...
[first lines]
Clown: I need a doctor!
Driver: I'll get you a vet, you son of a bitch! You should'a shot him first!
Bill: [over radio] We've got two clowns heading south on Wall 51, four miles from the border.
Driver: And stop bleeding on my money!
Bill: [over radio] All units be advised, suspects are armed and dangerous.
Driver: [Clown vomiting blood] What the fuck?
Driver: [narration] Well, hello boys and girls. there's nothing worse than a sad clown. Unless it's a clown bleeding internally and coughing it all over your money.
Driver: I need to spring someone out of prison here.
Embassy Guy: Oh yeah? What's his name, 1.7 mil?