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STATE POLICE

It was an honor to work with you
and to be your friend for so many years.

We're talking about very powerful people.

For your own safety,
I'm gonna lock all the doors.

You guys think Temo might have been
involved in something weird?

None of the casinos in the city
use these chips.

What about the people of Cartolandia?

Father Murphy is on our side.

-I have absolute faith in him.
-What about Conrad?

-Besides the fact he's working in Tijuana.
-You'll find lots of information.

The gringo you're looking for,
you guys can bust that asshole, right?

I'm 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.

-Could that happen to you?
-What?

What happened to Temo.

What's happening?

Wait! Careful!

Girl, to be with you
Is my favorite thing

Yeah, uh-huh, yeah

I can't wait 'til I

See you again

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh

I wanna put on my…

What's up, Moralito?

Boogie shoes…

Well, well.

-We're here to see the body.
-You got it.

Meet Timothy Fields, from Chicago.

Eight bullet wounds,
all from nine-millimeter rounds.

The gringo we were looking for?

Yeah.

And we're still looking
for two other guys from his gang.

Sorry, boys, he's the only one I got.

So are they Nazis or what?

Yeah, they're a neo-Nazi group.
Check out his tattoos.

Come on. Stop, Jimmy.

I'm almost done.

Yeah? Come on, Jimmy.

Hey, just a sec. Just a sec. Okay?

Jimmy.

Hey, baby, um…

Go, uh, lock yourself
inside the office, okay?

-Jimmy, what's going on?
-No, it's okay.

Go. Go. It's okay. Yeah, go. Go.

I've been looking for you Jimmy.

THE GRINGO HUNTERS

They killed Tim yesterday!

They found us.

We gotta go, Jimmy.
We gotta go right fucking now.

They're coming for us.
Now let's get out of here.

No.

You're gonna sacrifice yourself
for some spic girl, huh?

Thanks for the heads-up, bro.

But I'm not leaving.

Fucking stupid. You're gonna die.

Fucking die! I'm out of here.

You're on your own!

I need you to go stay with your mom
in Mexicali for a few days.

Is it because of that car the other day?

I just wanna be careful, that's all.

You think that it was the same guys
who did that to Temo?

No, Valentina, Temo was on a case.

And it has nothing to do with me.

Be nice to your mom.

I'm gonna send a patrol car
to drive you to the bus terminal, okay?

Yes, my commander.

All right. You better start packing.

Hey. Put that down.

Get out.

Slowly.

Now tell me who you're working for.
You've been following me for days.

You thought I'd let you park
outside my house, asshole?

Look, all I know is the guy I work for

doesn't like his name
in stranger's mouths.

Your boss is Rugeiro?

Did he order you to shoot Temo?

Commander Cuauhtémoc Lozano.

What? No. I don't know.

You put a motherfucking bullet
in his forehead. Don't play dumb.

-I don't know anything.
-You threatened him.

-Tell me what you know!
-I don't know about that.

Where's your wallet?

Give it to me.

Juan Emiliano Campos.

Nice to meet you, Juanito.

Tell your boss I want to see him. Just us.

-Understand?
-Yeah.

And you mess with my family
or with Temo's,

and you'll wish you were dead.

Goddamn it.

Fuck.

-Should we start or…?
-I guess.

-Beto.
-Okay.

Let's start
with the three neo-Nazi fugitives.

DEAD

The body of Timothy Fields
is in the process of being repatriated,

but we still need to locate the other two.

James Gendron, known as Jimmy,
and Richard McVeigh, known as Rick.

WANTED

-Have you found the file yet, Camila?
-Yes. I read it.

The three fugitives are charged
with first- and second-degree murder,

extortion, organized crime,
and the trafficking of weapons and drugs.

They're deserters from
the White Power Organization.

White power?

They're one of the most powerful gangs
in the U.S.

With 30,000 members
inside and outside of jail.

Neo-Nazis is what we're talking about?

The briefing said that since they deserted
the White Power Organization

the group is likely
hunting them down here.

The typical old
"Make America White Again."

But she's right.
If Timothy Fields was found dead,

they'll be after the other two.
They won't spare their lives.

-Not now.
-Hey, everybody.

What's up, commander?

-Nico, what happened to you?
-Good morning. You okay?

It's nothing.

I just hurt myself fixing
some stuff at home, but it's fine.

-So sorry I'm late, everyone, really.
-No need to apologize.

-Do you need to go to the doctor?
-I'm fine, it's just tendinitis.

How are we doing?

Camila, bring him up to speed?

I'm sorry. But no.

Are we just gonna wipe our asses
with the security protocols now?

-I'm just asking.
-Can you focus?

-No, I'm being serious.
-No, I hear you, but…

It's a mandatory security protocol
to report our 10-20 to each other,

and you didn't do it, Nico.

For God's sake, they killed Temo.
Come on, man.

You're right, you're right.

-I'm sorry.
-Camila, go ahead.

We were talking about fugitives
from Chicago's White Power Organization.

Now two. Cri and Archi found one of them.
Timothy Fields.

We believe the Organization
hunted him down.

-Now it's after the other ones.
-There was that guy, Thompson.

A fugitive caught by the judicial police,
a member of the White Power Organization.

Oh, yeah. Right.

I'll go visit him in prison.

The gang's probably told him
what's going on down here in Mexico.

I hear the guy's dying to get extradited,
so he might want to help out.

I might get the whereabouts
of the other two men out of him.

-Hm.
-Sure. You'd be helping him.

Thompson is covered in swastikas,
I don't imagine he's having a nice time.

-Poor bastard.
-Camila, more?

Regarding the GPS hidden on Charly Soto,

the primary bodyguard
for fugitive James Conrad,

who's charged with extortion,
fraud and racketeering…

Okay. Cami, stop.

We all know Conrad's record, okay?
Just skip to the end.

Yes. The GPS went out of range
and has been inactive for days now.

All right.

I'll install a system on your phones
to notify you if the GPS returns to Baja.

-To all of us?
-All of you. This is the ringtone.

That's great.

If he comes back to Baja,
you'll hear that song. Cool, right?

We also need to figure out what to do

about all those dirty fucking cops
he's got watching his back.

-Oh, well…
-It's crucial.

Then Camila will simply
ask her uncle for help.

If he get involved, I'm sure
the state cops will gladly lend a hand.

-What uncle?
-Who?

Oh shit. You didn't know?

I'm sorry. I thought we all knew.

What?

Camila's uncle is…

Ortega.

Ortega never mentioned that.

I am fully qualified to do my job.

I assure you
I don't have any special privileges

due to my connection to Ortega.

-Shall we continue?
-Yes.

Look, it's nothing personal
against the girl.

But the truth is there's no way in hell
Temo would've let anyone into the unit

just because of who their family is.

I don't want to stir shit,

but he sure as hell
wouldn't have wanted Ortega's family here.

She's probably going to tell Ortega
what we're up to.

-She could do damage.
-Yeah. Exactly.

But if you're doing your jobs right,
then why do you have to worry?

No, it doesn't affect us, man.

What pisses me off
is seeing you disrespected.

They wouldn't've pulled this
if Temo was here.

For starters, how about
you guys start respecting me.

I'm the boss now
and you have to remember that.

And if you don't like that,
the door is right over there.

Got it?

Yes, sir.

All right?

-Yes, sir.
-Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Nico.

Hey.

Don't be an asshole to us.

We're all upset
over what they did to Temo,

and you are too.

We're here for you, man.

You'll really fast-track my extradition?

That's right, Thompson.

But you need to deliver.

One down, two to go. That's what I heard.

And did they send someone?

Or are they using local talent?

They say young blood.

A guy called Damon Harris.

And where can I find Rick and Jimmy?

I heard Rick works at some kind
of factory up the highway to Tecate.

Mm, they make, uh…

Chi-- Charro…

Chicharrones?

That's it.

And Jimmy works at a car lot.

That's all I know.

Yeah!

Hey, Father!

Welcome, Joaquín.
I didn't know you played soccer.

So you're here to egg us on?

Not at all,
I just wanted to bring you this.

It's a little gift to make up for
the ones they threw at me the other day.

-How are you? Good?
-Oh, pretty good, thank you.

-Yeah.
-Good.

-It's the fucking gringo traitor.
-Hey. How are you? Good morning.

They're calling me
an unpatriotic gringo traitor.

-Isn't that contradictory?
-No, no, no.

They're just trying
to protect their community.

You just have to understand that to them,
and to me in some ways,

you're a bit of this ruthless businessman

trying to take their land away from them
and give it to the gringos.

I'm offering them decent housing.

They're living in cardboard huts,
for fuck's sake.

I've worked for a long time
to earn their respect and trust.

I know. But I don't have years.
I have weeks, that's it.

It builds over time, their confidence
in your commitment to this.

My commitment will be building all these
new schools and hospitals at no cost.

And that's why I will support you.

But here you can see it
with your own eyes.

Look.

Excuse me. Sorry.

We need so many things.

You gotta give them
some doctors, surgeons.

We need some more medicine,
vaccines and potable water.

The list goes on.

I guarantee to personally make sure that
each and every thing we promise, you get.

You are the key to ensuring
all these people relocate peacefully.

But it's important
that you lend your support

and tell your followers to vote.

Both of these things need to go
hand in hand for our plan to work.

Okay?

Like I said, he doesn't work here.

Right. Have a nice day.

Phew. He was so rude.
Could've told us in a polite way.

Like, I don't think he's lying to us, but…

Hey, buddy. Buddy!

Hey. Come here. Listen.

Have you seen this guy around anywhere?

-No.
-He's a gringo.

I'm sorry.

The salesmen here are all Mexicans.

-Yeah, but he's a mechanic.
-Yeah.

No.

-You sure?
-Yeah, no.

Okay, thanks.

How 'bout a smile?

Ah, smiling-schmiling.

What's up with the people here? God.

All right.

A freaking million different car lots
all over Tijuana. What the hell, dude?

Yeah, right, Nico. There are 157.

But give me a minute please to look where…

-The closest one to us is…
-Hey.

GO ALONE.

-What?
-I'm sorry, but I gotta go pick up Vale.

Nico. If we don't hurry up,
these two guys will die. Really.

I know, you go. We'll talk later.

I can give you a ride.

I mean, you're not giving me an option,
so why not?

There's the chicharrón factory.
The one on the left.

Cri!

Chief. Rick is dead.
There's only one fucking neo-Nazi left.

Goddamn it!

Take a seat.

-Can I get you something?
-No, I'm fine.

You sure?

Damn, dude, you really messed him up.

He was parked in front of my house.

I'll be honest with you.

It wasn't me
that had your commander killed.

What about the threats?

Ah, come on, man.
I threaten people every day.

What did he owe you?

Ah, I see you didn't do your homework.

Here, I keep it real easy.

You come, you play.

If you win, we pay you.
If you lose, you pay us.

The problem with Temo
was he played, he lost,

then he played again, and lost again.

The bastard couldn't stop himself.

Make no mistake.

It wasn't me.

Why would I want a dead customer?

Temo knew the deal.

No one tricked him, dude.

-I didn't make him gamble.
-So, what did he owe you?

Temo Lozano.

There you go.

Fine, I'll pay you.

You're gonna take care of all this?

Have your men stop following me.

Don't mess around with my family
or with Temo's.

Or I'll destroy you.

Okay.

His name's Jimmy.

-No. I don't know him.
-No?

Never seen him.

And you?

So then, Mr. Silvano,
are you the sole owner here?

Well, with my wife and daughter.

It's a family business.
We specialize in classic American cars.

And are these all of the employees
you guys have got?

-Or are there more?
-Well, uh, a few have left.

-Yeah?
-Um…

Well, I'll tell you what,
Mr. Silvano. Here.

Take this card,
it has all of our info on it.

Send me a WhatsApp,
and I'll send you that picture,

so you can share it
with your other employees.

And this guy, is he… dangerous?

Well, he's a criminal.

So yeah.
That's why we need to find him ASAP.

Okay. If anything comes up just call me.

Yes, of course.
I'll call if we hear anything.

Please, Mr. Silvano,
we're counting on you.

Thank you!

MIGUEL
SEE YOU SOON

Oh, the monster.

Hey, I'm almost there.

Hey, I'm totally free.

So anything you need,
just let me know, okay?

-Okay.
-Oh, wait a minute.

I wanna tell you just one more thing.

You're very mature,
but you're still a teenager.

People are gonna tell you
to do stupid shit.

I was a teenager once too.

So do me a favor, okay?
Always use your little brain.

-Yeah?
-Mom, don't worry.

-Okay. Have a good time.
-Thanks.

And thank you, my love.
Before I forget, send me your location.

-I'll do it when we hang up.
-No, but really do it.

-I will, Mom.
-Fine.

I gotta go, I have a date.

-Bye.
-Love you.

Mm.

Hi, I'm Emilio.

I just want to say,
if the guy you're meeting comes

and you don't like him,

you can give me a sign
and I'll help you out.

Like one of these.

That's subtle.

And what makes you think
I'm waiting for a man and not a woman?

You're right.

You're one of those guys?

No. I was only trying to help.

So you just go around helping
women with their dates, Emilio?

I do if I like her.

-All right, thanks.
-Sure.

I'll go so I don't scare him off.

Hold on, come here.
Hold on. Hold on a second.

Get me out of here.

There you are, Charly Soto.

Nico?

Stop, stop.

Hold on, one second.

Stop, stop, stop.

Damn it. Hello?

-Gloria?
-What?

Soto's GPS just popped up
near La Estrella.

-Did you hear me?
-Yes, yes, I heard you. I heard you.

-Uh, are you busy?
-Yeah, I was in the middle of a workout.

-I'm on my way. La Estrella, right?
-Right. Hurry up.

Okay, okay. I'm on my way there.

Stop it, dude.

I gotta go.

-Ah…
-It's work. Yeah, I gotta go.

-To La Estrella?
-Damn it. Yeah.

-Call me later though?
-Yeah, for sure.

We saw Charly's car parked out back.
Conrad must be here too.

The first time in months

we've been able to track
the son of a bitch's whereabouts.

If his babysitter is in there
then Conrad is too.

Gloria, Beto, Archi.

You guys go in there to get a positive ID.

I'll keep an eye on the front door,
and you know what to do, Cri.

Watch the back.

Right.

-What if we ID him and then he leaves?
-Then nothing, dude.

We've got the GPS,
we'll follow him wherever he goes.

And as soon as we can, boom.
He's ours for the taking.

After that damn video,

we can't afford to break protocol again
and blow our cover.

We have to avoid confrontation
at all costs, understand?

-Especially with other cops.
-You got it.

-Let's go. He isn't getting away.
-All right, let's go.

-Radio us if you need anything.
-All right.

Cool.

There you go.

Excuse us!

Nico, we're going upstairs.
They're not down here.

Copy that. Keep me posted.

Hey, guys. I see a table.

I'm gonna take a look around.

Get the fuck out!

You piece of shit.
Get the fuck outta here!

Okay. We've identified the fugitive.
Eyes on the second floor, everybody.

Confirming positive ID.

Charly Soto's there too.

Are they alone?

They got some girls around.

I can't believe we're this close
and we can't do anything.

Be patient. If he gets suspicious,
things might get ugly.

There are a lot of people around.

-Bitch!
-Boys. Boys, look.

He's heading out the service door.

Follow him. Move, move!

Come on. Come here.

STATE POLICE

Let's go. Hurry up, guys. They just left.

Copy that, Cri. We're coming to get you.

Shit.

-Two blocks, then turn right.
-Okay, got it.

Look, it's Conrad's girl.

Is that her?

Yeah, that's her. Oh, man.

They ditched the girl who was with Conrad.

We'll talk to her. You take the lead.

-Yep, it's her.
-Copy that.

The tracker stopped moving.
Okay, hold on. Wait, wait.

It's back there. Make a U-turn.

Nico. Charly's car pulled off the road.

Archi and Beto went out to investigate.

It's clean.

-Come again?
-There's no one in the truck.

"Smile for the camera."

Damn it!

They left us a note.
They know we're after them.

Goddamn it, motherfucker!

ARRESTS BY TEMO

What's up with you? You okay?

I'm sorry it's so late.

No worries, I was up.

God, it's fucking cold.

Hey…

What? What's up?

Nothing, I just wanted to say…

thanks for having my back this morning.

And I think they should've picked you
to command the unit instead of me.

Thanks for coming tonight, Nico.

Really.

TOGETHER FOR TIJUANA

Hey! Please, get in line. Thank you!

Whoo.

Dusty.

Rodríguez will keep sending them
until they build all of the new houses.

It's a good start.

And he thinks that's all it's gonna take?

Father, you really think
they won't just abandon us,

soon as they get what they want?

No, no. I'll ensure that
they stay true to the bargain

and assist the people right here.

Get in line, everyone.

Investigations into
the death of Cuauhtémoc Lozano,

the head of
the International Liaison Unit, continue.

He was found dead
from a gunshot wound to the head

just three days ago
in the Libertad neighborhood.

Authorities are saying
they don't currently have any leads

on who might be behind this murder.

It is a tragic ending

for one of the most decorated
and longest-serving agents

in the state of Baja California.

That fucking Nazi is missing,
and Conrad and Charly Soto got away.

Sorry, there's nothing I can do.

They got pictures of both of you.
I have to take you off the case.

Shit, you guys,

now we gotta check and make sure
Conrad doesn't put a tail on you.

It's a matter of time
before they find out you're cops.

Why don't we infiltrate their crew?

We don't know how they operate,
but we know what Conrad's weakness is.

Worth a shot.

Wait that woman.

The one who told me
how to track down Charly Soto.

We could recruit her.

-From The Dome?
-Yeah, that's right.

She's angry and wants justice
for what they did to her friend,

so she might say yes.

She fits the physical profile
of the types of girls Conrad likes.

-We can ask her and see.
-Your informant?

-Yeah.
-Who is she?

Her name is Ema.

-Maybe you should ask her.
-Okay.

Sending her a text.

There you go.

Go talk to her.

Conrad is one of the most difficult cases
we've had since I joined the unit.

Gloria said your reasons
for agreeing to help us were personal?

He killed a friend of mine.

They said she was on drugs
and drowned, but no…

It was that bastard.

Just one less girl in Tijuana.

No one's really counting.

In Mexico he's not wanted.

But we can make him regret what he's done.

What did you use to do?
You don't really look like a cop.

No offense.

I used to be an informant.
They recruited me in a place like this.

So, what would I have to do?

Um, you'd inform the unit
whenever you saw Conrad.

And if we find out where he's gonna be
at a given time, we'd have you infiltrate.

And besides, we know
Conrad likes beautiful women.

-You picked me 'cause of that?
-No. Mm-mm.

Uh, Gloria saw your potential.

The idea is to track his movements,
to see where he goes and with whom.

And if we have some luck
then we'll catch him with his pants down.

No. I don't literally mean-- You know.

Are you gonna give me a gun?

No. Are you crazy?

-No, no--
-It's a joke, dude.

Hi, honey.
Isma and I are going to see Chendo.

Do you want me to tell him anything?

Hi, Ma.

I'm not speaking to Chendo right now. and…

Just give Ismael all my love.

Tell him we might go to a movie.

Thanks, Mom.

Okay. Come on. Come on, babe.
We gotta go, or they'll find us.

-Hello?
-This is Silvano from the car lot.

The gringo you're looking for,
Jimmy, he's here.

Let's go.

We were gonna call
and pay you back for everything.

I don't care about the money.
You put my daughter in danger.

Don't let Jimmy get away!

Stop! Police!

You'll pay motherfucker!

Get down!

Cover me!

Come on! Let's go!

They're escaping! Get 'em!

Let's get the fuck out of here, man!

Hey! Police! Drop your weapon, asshole!

Don't come any closer!

Don't move!

Easy.

-Don't do anything stupid, okay?
-Deserters and traitors must die.

Easy.

Easy, easy.

No, no, no, don't move! Stop!

Don't move.

Let go!

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay, baby.

-I'll come back.
-I'll find you.

It's okay. It's okay, sweetheart.

Chendo made it for him in prison.

He learned how to do it there.

You should've seen how happy it made Isma.

And Chendo too, of course.

As soon as they saw each other,
they started crying.

We were all crying.

Then they started teasing each other,
just like the old days.

So you cried?

Of course I did.
I don't have a cold heart like you.

Come on, my heart's not cold.
What's with you?

Well, you're always getting upset.

No, Mom. But it's not right.

When I got pregnant, the only thing
I asked Chendo was to be there.

To be a good father.

And what'd he do?

He got involved with a bunch of criminals.

As if Dad didn't get murdered
when he refused those men.

-That's true.
-Okay.

But Ismael is not to blame for that.

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you at your mom's?
What happened?

I tried to go, but…

Well--

Honestly, I don't wanna stay with her.

-Vale, come on.
-Dad.

I wanna move in with you,

and live here from now on.

Please?

As I was driving back…

Of course I thought you weren't here.
And I was really sad.

Okay.

Yeah?

But we call Mom and tell her where you are
before the shit hits the fan, okay?

Get it over with.

Okay.

And one more thing.

The next time there's something
I ask you to do, you do it.

Do you understand, Valentina?

Yes, Dad.

Because if you're
going to move in with me,

then I need to be able to trust you.

-Thank you.
-I love you so much.

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