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-Look. -That could be Terry Davis.

This gringo is only wanted for fraud.

Terry Davis? Police!

Every night I pray for forgiveness for my sins.

-Nueva Tijuana, yes or no? -We need the referendum.

Part of all our earnings will get allocated to our social wellness.

You can't sell Cartolandia. We're not moving!

Ortega.

You need to let us handle that case.

There's a witness who will only speak to me.

This is where my parents lived. You'll be safe here.

All the evidence in the notebook, correct?

Names and dates, receipts from the bank.

I need to see you.

It's important.

Weren't you trained by the Navy SEALs or some bullshit?

Didn't you learn not to tamper with the scene of a crime?

I just wanted to see if he was still alive.

Take the body away.

Temo…

it was an honor to work with you

and to be your friend for so many years.

He was a man like no other.

Honorable to the very end.

I'm so sorry, I know how close you were.

Whatever you need.

Do you think this was isolated,

or is the rest of the unit in immediate danger?

I don't know,

but we're going to investigate.

Oh, Maria.

I am so sorry.

Silvia,

we truly appreciate the service that your husband gave to our country.

Yes, thank you.

-Thank you. -How are you doing?

Maria.

Don't say anything.

After so many "I'm so sorries…"

Now it doesn't mean anything.

But I am so sorry.

My father was angry with me.

He wasn't angry.

He was worried about you.

STATE POLICE, HONOR, STRENGTH AND SERVICE WE PROTECT WHAT YOU MOST LOVE

INTERNATIONAL LIAISON UNIT JUNE 20TH, 2010

I still can't believe it, Nico.

It feels like a fucking nightmare.

I am so sorry.

It's your path…

your truth,

your life.

For thou art light,

and unto light thou shalt return.

For thou art light,

and unto light thou shalt return.

Has something like this happened before?

Never.

Eight years ago Torres was killed, but it was in action.

Nothing like this.

Do you guys think Temo might've been involved in something weird?

What do you mean "weird," asshole?

Crooked?

Don't be stupid.

I don't know.

Admit it, the way he was killed was weird.

Don't tell me there's a "normal" way to be killed, man.

He was targeted.

Honestly, I don't think that's what happened.

You never know.

I don't think Temo was corrupt, dude.

-Me neither. -Well, then what?

We don't know if they targeted him, just him, or if…

Or if they're coming after us too.

So, what was it? Retaliation?

Could be.

He got a bunch of criminals, right?

Yeah.

Now let's see who the fuck is assigned to the case.

We should get to do it.

Those motherfuckers never solve anything.

Yeah, but this case is special, Archi.

Temo was a commander.

That's why I wanna think they'll actually do their job.

Otherwise, we can help them out, right?

-How, smartass? -Calm down. Come on.

You think I don't want to know what happened to Temo?

But it's out of our jurisdiction. And you know it'd be illegal, right?

-So, we getting to work or what? -Yeah.

All right.

Beto, what do you know about the Terry Davis case?

Um, it was a false alarm.

Temo confirmed it wasn't him.

And Conrad? Besides the fact he's working here in Tijuana.

Nope, nothing more. That's the only info we have.

The people around him don't wanna say anything.

They're afraid of him

because he built himself a reputation of being an evil motherfucker, right?

Yeah, and he's protected by two federal cops.

Like Temo would say,

if you watch them long enough, you'll figure out their blind spot.

Hm…

Okay.

Come on, Archi, present the new case.

Let's see.

Justin Miller.

Hm. American, 28 years old.

He stabbed a baseball fan in Los Angeles and he fled.

He used an ATM in the Tijuana area at 1:43 a.m. today.

Considered dangerous and violent.

Watch this.

This is a viral video from three weeks ago.

That doesn't happen in women's sports a lot.

Because the stadium's empty.

How come there's no security at the stadium?

That's enough.

Archi, Cri, will you take on Justin's case?

Of course.

We'll continue with Conrad's case.

We'll check his hideouts again, maybe we can find a movement pattern.

Good morning.

Chief Ortega.

What's the reason for your visit?

I suppose you all know by now

that Temo and I have been friends since we were boys.

And that we went to the academy together.

So I don't have to tell you that I'm grieving as much as you are.

And we'll catch whoever was responsible for this.

Because this case, for me, is personal.

He was very proud of all of you.

You have no idea how fucking amazing it was

to hear that blameless asshole brag about the integrity of his team.

I'm also…

…here on official business.

I'll designate the person who will be in charge of the direction of this unit

from this day forward.

Nicolás Bernal.

Congratulations, commander.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sure you'll do a great job.

Let's keep it moving.

Let's go, Nico. Congratulations.

Somebody told us there was a suicide at the hotel Conrad frequents.

-He was found in the bathtub. -Hey, Carvajal.

-What? -Honestly, it should've been you.

I agree.

But in this place,

a woman has never been selected to lead an elite unit like ours.

Well, honestly, I don't really know how that makes me feel.

-Well, it's just data. -I know.

Well, that's it. Start working, you lazy jerks.

I'll stop by the hotel to check it out.

We have to find out if it was an accident or related to Conrad.

The hotel is called The Dome.

-Right! -Which one is that?

The one made out of crystal.

Where you can't get in unless you're blonde.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Fucking fat-ass.

Always fearless.

As stubborn as a donkey.

That's why he was such a good policeman.

Please tell your people not to touch or move anything.

Someone from the investigation will come get his stuff.

How's that going?

Did they get something?

You know I can't talk about an ongoing investigation, but yes,

we have a solid lead.

Well, I'd like to help with the investigation.

It's out of your jurisdiction.

I know, but it feels weird just to sit on my ass, doing nothing.

Like I said,

this case for me is personal.

You're the boss.

This unit has to work like clockwork, buddy.

Good.

Oh, before I forget,

remember, the unit's getting a new member today.

Wait, what?

-Did Temo know about this? -What?

-He didn't tell you? -No.

Camila is a brilliant girl who's coming from the Department of Intelligence.

Check your e-mail, you should have her profile already,

so you'll understand the caliber we're talking about.

Mr. Larry Case.

-Hey. There he is. -Hey. You're tan.

-I went golfing. -You went golfing?

-Yeah. -Without me? You piece of…

Guys, I have great news.

We're up in the polls for the vote.

So we are golden.

What about the people of Cartolandia?

As we all know, even if we win the referendum,

if they are not on our side, they won't let us move a stone.

Father Murphy is on our side. He knows them like no one.

I have absolute faith in him.

The important thing is that the people of Cartolandia have faith in him.

They do.

And if faith doesn't work, money will.

So pay whoever has to be paid.

You have control of this priest?

Well, not exactly. I mean, it doesn't work like that with him.

First, we have to deliver on the promises we've made to the people of Cartolandia,

and only after that he will help us with a peaceful relocation.

That's the way it is.

-A true saint. -Oh, he is.

Even saints have a price.

Yeah, well, not this one. But, um…

I'll find a way.

Trust me.

Nice.

Copy that. Thank you very much.

Hey, guys.

Looks like U.S. Customs has records of Justin Miller

crossing the border at least nine times in the last four years.

Mm-hm.

Seven out of those nine times coincide with Toros' baseball games here.

Maybe he's going to the game against the Tomateros today.

-I say we stake it out. -Really?

And you think we'll find that asshole in the middle of a baseball game?

-Yes. -How many people fit in the Chevron?

Fifteen thousand.

Oh, sure. Well, I guess it'll be super easy then, right?

This guy just wants to go to the game for free.

Think about it, it's not that difficult.

A minimum of three to four hours to find the guy,

and the space is enclosed.

We check the entrances, the exits. We can do it.

Does anyone have a better idea?

Then it's settled.

You guys organize the operation. You can handle it.

-Hm? -I'll leave you in charge. I have to go.

Hey, no, wait. What about Conrad?

You're just going to investigate, right?

-Can you go alone? -I can, but…

Good morning.

I start working here today.

I'm Camila Martínez.

Oh, that's right.

She's a transfer from Intelligence.

Apparently the team needs someone with her expertise.

Besides, she comes highly recommended.

That's because I was top of my class

and I had outstanding performance at my last position.

Camila is humble.

Did Temo know about the chilanga?

Claudia is chilanga, right?

You're chilanga, right?

Ah, we're starting off on the wrong foot.

Welcome, Camila.

Cri will explain to you how everything works.

Yes, commander.

Well, for starters, not everything works here. But, look…

Please, don't leave the new one alone, okay?

We still don't know if we can trust her.

-Obviously. -Tell you later.

You can have this empty desk. You can put your stuff here.

You can install the…

Do you like origami?

Yes. Do you?

No, no.

What the fuck?

That girl is a little weird, don't you think?

I just wanna say goodbye.

I shouldn't show you the body without authorization.

-You owe me one. -Thank you, my friend.

You have five minutes. I don't wanna get in trouble.

I'm sorry, boss.

I have no choice.

CORONER

TELL RUGEIRO IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO MY FAMILY

HE AND HIS FUCKING FAKE CASINO WILL GO TO HELL

The number you have dialed is busy or out of service.

Please try again later.

Are you two gonna catch the guy?

-Yup. -Yeah.

This guy's fast, if you can believe it.

Come on, boss, help us out here.

Show it to all the other guards, and maybe we can catch him.

All hands on deck.

Let's give it to the others.

Thank you.

You're right, it's really big.

I didn't know so many American criminals flew to Mexico.

Let's see, what's the tourism slogan for Baja California?

Escape to Baja.

Um…

Michael Napolitano.

Forty years old.

Well, he's probably closer to 70 now.

On the run for 30 years.

He's a criminal from New York.

That motherfucker's committed 26 murders.

-No, 27. -Why do you think he's here?

Mm. About a year ago he had flowers delivered to his sister's funeral.

-The FBI tracked the IP-- -Yes. It says here.

Is there any new progress?

Okay, the archive is right over there.

You'll find lots of information, and maybe answers to all your questions.

-Everything is under control. -Thank you.

Hello.

What's going on? What happened?

A young woman.

She drowned in the tub.

She drowned in the tub?

Yeah. Pretty sad.

Thank you, officer.

Here are your menus. I'll take your order in a little bit.

Good morning.

Police.

Hey, I already said I wasn't here last night.

Don't worry. I'm here to ask you about something else.

Have you seen him?

His name is Conrad. I was told he's a regular.

-Do you know him? -No, I haven't seen him.

And I don't recognize him.

Arturo!

Take this to number four.

Good morning.

It's on the house.

Ema, right?

The gringo you're looking for, Conrad,

last night he was in the bar with Luli, the girl who drowned.

-She was the girl on duty. -Mm.

They left together.

Everyone knows he murdered her.

Did you report it to the police?

Oh, come on, they're in his pocket.

They'll make up a story and say it was suicide. Am I right?

Of course.

But we're not all the same, Ema.

And I know it's difficult to trust me.

But our job is to catch all the motherfucking gringos

that come here to hide, and get them outta here.

We're on the same side, girl.

She was my friend.

Sometimes we worked together.

We used to work as hostesses.

In that world, if you want, you can find a sugar daddy.

Was Conrad her sugar daddy?

He treated her like a queen.

Until he didn't.

Fuck that guy.

You guys can bust that asshole, right?

Any idea where he is?

Him, no.

But I can find his guard.

His name is Charly Soto.

Show me.

Sometimes he comes to the bar or I see him at parties.

This is him.

Let's see. I'll take a picture of it.

And who is he with, or where is he?

What does he like?

He likes men.

So then it's men.

We marked the five access doors of the stadium.

-Got it. -Yeah.

-The guards have Miller's photo. -Yeah.

We'll spread out while the game is happening.

-This area's the parking lot? -This is.

Is this the complete file for the Napolitano case?

-Did you read it all already? -Hey, Carvajal.

-What? -Is Nico coming? He's not picking up.

No, me neither, but the three of you can go.

-So? Should we take the mommy-van? -Yeah.

Hey, wait. Before you leave, give me a hand.

I'm trying to hook up with Conrad's bodyguard.

I'm messaging as a guy, but this thing is getting hot.

-Let me see. -Look.

-What does it say? -He's typing.

Unsolicited dick pic. Thank you. You want a bite?

-It's his lunch break. -He's drooling.

-That's a big dick. -What do I say?

-Literally. -What do I know? Make something up.

-But you're the Casanova, dude. -You wanna see it in person.

What?

For that kind of encounter,

you'll have to meet up in person, don't you think?

Come on, write that. You wanna see it in person.

Yeah.

-Is he online now? -Yes.

No, dude. Now he wants a photo of me. I can't. You send it.

-Are you crazy or what? -Well…

You want me to take pictures of my penis? I'm married.

-And even if I wasn't… -Not it!

-Not it! -Not it!

"Not it" is sacred, dude. You're it. Go.

-Come on, Betungas! -Are you scared, kid?

-Don't forget your profile. -I have a razor, in case you want it.

So you can actually see it.

-He's been in there for an eternity. -Yeah, man.

-Come on, Betun-dicks. -You should help him, Blondie.

-Oh! -Yeah.

I took a bunch, so you guys can all pick your favorite.

Penis or no penis?

No penis. Why are you being so greedy?

-Just a cheek. -Asshole.

I'm glad Betito lost, Archi's belly would've scared this guy off.

-Will they work or not? -Well, I think they will.

-Are you ready or what? -Come on! Let's go to the Chevron!

-Bye, guys! -See you later, Cami!

What's up? How you doing?

Fine, thanks.

I'm reviewing the case of Michael Napolitano.

Did you find anything?

It's been 30 years,

but only one year since you got a tip that he was spotted in the vicinity.

I think Napolitano decided to settle down here, but for that,

he needs an income. Don't you think?

I'm sure that Napolitano must have made a mistake over all these years.

-Hello? -What's up?

How's it going?

-They're on their way to the stadium. -Oh, that's great.

Keep me posted.

I have to tell you about Charly Soto, Conrad's bodyguard.

-Is everything okay? -All good.

I just came to pick up some documents that Silvia needed for Temo's paperwork.

-I already found them. -Oh.

But I have to bring them to her now. She's expecting me.

Oh yeah, let me know if anything happens.

Yeah, I'm waiting to see if the Charly Soto thing happens, but…

How's the new girl?

Well, she's a little hooked,

and decided to investigate the Napolitano case.

-Watch her for me. -Um…

-Call you later. -Yup.

Damn, man.

You putting on some muscle for the job?

Nah, man, just for the girls.

We'll see what happens. What do you think?

Good luck.

Hey, none of the casinos in the city use these chips.

Must be from some place under the radar, right?

A casino owned by a guy named Rugeiro.

It's one thing to snitch on the fucking stupid gringo fuckers

who come to blow their cash away.

But it's another thing to snitch on locals.

They could kill me.

What the fuck, dude?

I want you to keep in mind, we got you out of jail,

and we could put you right back in.

You work for us, motherfucker.

Yes.

-Understand? -Yes.

-I can't hear you, dude. -Yes, asshole!

Give my regards to Rugeiro.

Tickets. Thank you.

Hey, man. This is a fugitive we're looking for.

If you see him, call me. My number is on the back.

-Okay -Thank you.

-Here's my ticket, thanks. -Enjoy.

Hey, man. Have you seen this dude?

No, I haven't seen him.

-If you see him, call me, okay? -Of course.

All right.

Excuse me, pal.

Oh, my mistake. Thought you were someone else.

Go Toros!

No, I haven't seen him.

Had a cherry red Cadillac With a V8 motor

I was the only Black man In South Dakota

BRUNO SO WHEN ARE WE MEETING?

I had a perfect three-piece suit…

CHARLY SOTO - TODAY WOULD BE PERFECT, I'M TRAVELING TOMORROW

BRUNO - TELL ME WHERE AND I'LL BE THERE HOT DADDY…

Here we go.

CHARLY SOTO BUFFALO SALOON

People would come from miles around…

Fucking Nico.

I wanna see everyone's faces. Can you pan to the people in the stands?

-I need to go to a commercial. -How about this one?

Uh, camera three, zoom in on the blond.

Next to him, next to him.

No, It's not that one.

Show me this one. Close up on this one. Right here.

No, no, that's not him. Come on. Where are you?

When they heard I was from Chicago…

He's there! Where's that?

That's first base. It's up, in the fifth row.

-Hey. -I've been calling, you haven't picked up.

-Everything okay? -All good.

Charly Soto told me to meet him at the Buffalo Saloon. I'll see you there.

I need help to put the GPS on his car.

-Right now? -That's why I'm calling.

Come on. Bye, bye, bye.

Play ball!

And a mean bodyguard

By the name of Cody

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run

Coming through! Coming through!

Coming through!

FELICIDAD BAKERY

Felicidad, felicidad, felicidad, felicidad.

Beers

Steers…

I have the fugitive in the Zone Two bathroom.

I have the fugitive in the Zone Two bathroom.

It was going on in South Dakota

"Tito is very kind and personally makes all the bread."

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run

-Do you wanna see my dick? -Come on.

Pervert!

Police! Nobody move!

Let's go.

Get down!

Down, down, down.

We're from the International Liaison Unit.

I'm an American citizen.

-Yeah, no shit. -Is this fuckin' legal?

-Shut the fuck up! -Stop talking. Let's go.

It's him!

It was just a fight, guys. You know, the adrenaline of the game.

Yeah, right. You stabbed a man in the chest.

Okay, well, uh, he's fine now. And, um…

Hey! Can you, uh, put the game on the radio, man?

Cami?

Hey, amigo.

Hello?

-Put the game on. -Shh!

-Don't joke with me now. -Put the game on.

-Hey. Quiet. -Okay. No, we'll check.

It's the new girl, Camila.

She's saying she found the gangster from New York.

-Who? -Napolitano.

-She sent pictures and everything. -Oh, no way.

A chilanga found the oldest fugitive on her first day.

Incredible, huh?

There's a location, let's go check it out.

-No fucking way. Keep going straight. -No.

Let's book this son of a bitch so we can be done with this.

It's close to us. It's a quick stop.

-We can go tomorrow, Cri. -No fucking way, Cri.

Can you please put the game on?

We can rule him out that way.

Stop. You just wanna knock the new girl down a peg.

Can you guys please put the game on?

Shut the fuck up!

BRUNO - I'M LATE WAIT FOR ME INSIDE. BE PATIENT.

Fucking Nico.

I'll be fast, dude. Donuts for everyone?

-Bring me a bull's eye. -Bring two.

-Tres! Tres! -Tres. Fucking gringo.

-Hello. -Welcome in.

After five, all bread is two for one.

Thank you.

Please go give this out so the guys don't crowd us outside.

Ah, your change.

Thank you.

Hey, excuse me.

Are these stuffed?

Cream pastries, yeah

Oh. And what are these called?

Those are Madeleines. From the land of Juliet.

Verona, Italia.

You live around here?

Huh? No.

No, no. I came with some friends.

I'm just passing through. They live nearby.

-Hey, that's my bread! -What?

-No, no, no. Go fuck yourself! -There's enough for everyone.

They don't have to fight.

Don't tell me you give away all the leftovers--

-Tell me who sent you. -I'm a policeman.

-From the International Liaison Unit-- -Americans?

Yes, and they know you're here.

Napolitano, it's best for you to surrender.

-Fucking assholes! -Same thing happened last time.

Every fucking time.

-Damn it, man. -Oh my God.

Cri?

Leave your guns in the car.

Now get out, slowly, and come to me.

Slowly. Be careful, or I'm shooting your friend.

We're fucked, dudes. He's here.

-Get out of the fucking car. -I'm not getting out.

-JUST GOT HERE -ON MY WAY

WHERE ARE YOU? HE'LL LEAVE YOU'RE LATE! HE'S GONNA RUN!

What's going on?

Right now?

Holy shit.

-Hey, pal. -What's up?

Um, do you know the name of the store on Ermita?

Do you think I'm Google Maps? What the fuck?

Asshole.

-Ma'am? -Yeah?

Do you know where the store on Ermita Street is?

The store is two streets ahead of go fuck yourself.

Don't come to work if you don't feel like it.

-Dude, I was saving you. -It's your job.

-I did come, didn't I? -They almost caught me.

Don't talk to me that way.

-Did you plant it or not? Tell me. -Yes, I planted it.

-There you go. -Fuck off.

Well done, officer.

Hey.

-This one's coming with me. -Say what?

Hey, take me with you, man. Or, um, let me go.

-I'm not a fucking cop. -Michael.

The best thing you can do is surrender.

No way, I'm not gonna die in jail.

I have a family,

a life.

It's been 30 years.

-Can't you people leave me in peace? -In peace?

My employees will find you in the morning. You'll be fine.

Looks like I'm on the run again.

Hey, don't move.

I ain't gonna die in prison.

Dad?

What's happening, Dad?

-We're the police. -What?

He's charged with 27 murders in the United States.

I didn't know how to do anything else.

But I'm not that person anymore.

I'm so sorry, sweetie.

-You okay? -Yeah. Yeah.

INVESTIGATION IN PROCESS

Excuse me. Have a good night.

-Go ahead. -Good night.

It was a tough fucking day.

Yeah, let's finish up here.

Beto.

Mija, take yours down.

Come on.

Not bad.

Well done, Camila.

Hey, Beto.

Put her on the board.

INVESTIGATION IN PROCESS

Thank you for picking me up, but I can walk by myself.

I know, but it was on my way.

I'm not five years old anymore, Dad.

Could that happen to you?

What do you mean?

What happened to Temo?

Of course not.

What's happening?

Wait! Wait! Careful!

What was that?

What's happening?

BASED ON THE WASHINGTON POST ARTICLE "THE GRINGO HUNTERS" BY KEVIN SIEFF