I had the "opportunity" the other night to finally watch
The Marksman.
We've visited this money-maker before.
Anti-gun in real-life Liam Neeson plays an Arizona rancher/former Marine sniper intent on getting an "unaccompanied minor" illegal alien to his relatives of unknown legal status living in anti-gun Chicago.
Spoiler alerts aplenty follow.
Just to show how ignorant scriptwriters are about the laws Hollywood types are desperate to pile on, when stopped by a cop in pre-"constitutional carry"Texas and asked if he has any firearms, the Arizonan admits to a handgun under his seat and a rifle in the back of his truck. But he assures him they're both "registered."
Being pursued by cartels who came across the border -- legally, with visas -- he stops at a brick-and-mortar gun store in Oklahoma to buy more guns. Apparently being from out of state is no problem. The FFL tells him the system is down, so he has to come back the next day. He assures the FFL he needs them and is not a criminal, inducing the man who has his whole life tied up in his store that he isn't being played, which is all it takes to get the man to tell Neesom OK, he'll just "report them as stolen."
A bit later he figures he needs to teach the kid how to shoot and does so without eye and ear protection, and ends up handing the child a gun to keep on his person.
Once in Illinois, just south of Chicago, the FOIDless Neesom engages in the grand finale gun battle with the cartel and then drops the child off with said unknown-status relatives who, if any reality can be injected into things at this point, will no doubt raise him so that, once his "pathway to citizenship" has been bestowed, he will grow up to become a "gun sense" Democrat politician.
I haven't been this unimpressed with Hollywood's "knowledge" of gun laws since that crappy Death Wish remake where Bruce Willis buys a new machinegun from a Chi-Town gun store.
The stuff that dreams are made of, indeed...