Edie spent his thirteenth birthday hidden in the ravines of Tecate (Western Mexico/US border). This was his debut as a pollero (immigrants smuggler). Since that day, and he has spent countless nights paralyzed by cold and hunger while guiding groups of more than ten people twice his age across the border. He has been beaten by the U.S. patrol on several occasions. Although he knows he can end up in prison any day, he continues to risk his life leading immigrants into the U.S. He chooses this life over the only other option he has: wasting away in the factories, for almost no pay, like the rest of his peers. He earns roughly 500 dollars per person in each border crossing, an amount that affords him a very different kind of lifestyle than the one he'd be leading otherwise. His risky work rewards him with treasures like a flat-screen TV, a new car and even save money to buy a house one day nights spent in the Coahuila (Red Light District) – luxuries his neighbors in La Nueva Esperanza can never dream of acquiring. But this money also helps him afford a precious asset: the much needed insulin for his diabetic father. “Some people tell me what I do is ‘mafia’ but this is not ‘mafia’ because I earn this money by the sweat of my brow, crossing the hills,” Edie says. One day, he decides to gamble his savings on his true passion: cockfighting. He buys himself a rooster that will either win or die trying.