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♪ news theme music ♪

NEWS

[on TV] Sergei Shalimov, a former Russian military officer,

is the prime suspect in the murder of the ambassador and his close associate.

The gun found by the Buenos Aires Provincial Police

matches the murder weapon and is believed to be the same one

used in the attempted murder of Lieutenant Torcoletti.

Shalimov and his gang are believed to remain at large in the country.

- [Gutiérrez sighs] - Relax, we'll find him.

[Capote] On our own.

Because now that they found the gun, Robinson and the CIA,

will be leaving the country.

I swear on my life that I opened that drawer and the gun wasn't there.

Can someone explain to me why this guy

is touching things during a search?

He's right. The gun wasn't there. It was planted.

Well, who hasn't planted a weapon at some point?

Besides, this works out well for the CIA, now they can close the case.

Listen, the motive for the crime is already established.

They have a survivor who can testify, Torco.

And ballistics match the gun.

That's it. [kiss] They washed their hands of it.

That's the difference. We won't.

♪ rising western music ♪

Shalimov messed with what matters the most to me in life.

He took Yoli.

And he tried to kill Torco.

♪ music stops ♪

Right, that too.

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I need to face him

and make him pay for it.

We're here for you.

For whatever you need.

We're here for you.

♪ soft music ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ My angel ♪

[doorbell rings] ♪ Forever and ever in love ♪

[bed springs squeak] [gun cocks]

♪ Baby ♪

♪ My angel ♪

♪ Forever and ever in love ♪

♪ Just you ♪

[doorbell rings]

♪ You are my angel ♪

♪ Just you ♪

♪ You are my baby ♪

[doorbell ringing insistently]

[sighs] [whispering] Who the hell is it?

[normal] Who is it?

♪ music continues ♪

[doorbell ringing insistently]

[gate creaks]

[sighs]

[coffee bubbling] [electronic beeping]

[dog barking]

Thank you.

My condolences about Torcoletti.

He's not dead.

Oh, then give him my regards.

Okay, what do you want?

The Russians are looking for me.

I'm staying at my son's mother's house.

It's torture, but that's another problem.

[inhales] Yesterday I went home to get some clothes

and saw a very suspicious car.

The Russians think I ratted them out.

You have to help me. They want me dead.

Mm-hmm. I help, you give me information.

But I wasn't... wasn't... that involved with them.

What did I do?

I consulted for them, helped with their properties,

expedited paperwork, but not much else.

And you didn't know they'd kill the ambassador?

[Lewandowski] No, I didn't see that coming, I swear.

In fact, every time I delivered passports,

everything went smoothly. We had a good relationship. [inhales]

I don't know. I haven't the faintest idea why they killed the ambassador.

What I need is for you to find Shalimov before he finds me.

Listen, you give me one assist, and I'll help you out.

[wall clock ticking]

I have some idea of where he might be hiding.

Oh, there you go. Talk.

The Russians bought some farm land about 170 km from here.

- I handled the paperwork for them. - Mm-hmm.

[inhales] At one point, Shalimov was sending a lot of things there.

That place was mentioned a lot.

Write down the coordinates.

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[car opening beep]

[engine sputtering]

♪ tense music ♪

[engine sputtering]

[shouting] No!

♪ tense music ♪

[alarms and horns blaring]

[police siren]

[beep]

[over loudspeaker] ...we buy anything you no longer use.

Poor Lewandowski. A good guy.

As a lawyer, not so great.

[inhales] So then, did he tell you they were here?

The only concrete information I have is that they bought that land.

I need to go there. I have a hunch.

Let's not start with the hunches again--

Commissioner, Yoli may be there.

[Capote] We can't take on the Russians on our own.

It's too risky, Gutiérrez.

- [loud thud] - [knocking on door]

Excuse me, boss.

What do you want?

I came to collect.

We're paying this kid?

But I'm worth it. And I just came to ask for a raise.

What's Robinson doing here?

Tell him I know he's leaving and I hate goodbyes, especially now.

I told him about your girlfriend.

[electronic voice, in Spanish] I'll stick around a few days to help, but not as CIA.

This is personal now.

[police station chatter]

[in English] Thank you.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

[in English] You're welcome.

Robinson is staying. We're not alone. What do we do?

I can't believe it.

Just when I thought I had retirement right there,

within my reach, you come up with yet another thing.

Son of a bitch.

I'll need some cash from the precinct's fund.

- What fund? There's no fund. - The petty cash fund.

- Negative. - Look, I need some money.

I have to pay for gas, lodging, something to eat.

This takes time.

I have to file an annual budget supplement,

submit it to the superintendent's office. It's a nightmare.

Commissioner, let's activate the emergency protocol.

Which one?

Bird of prey.

♪ suspenseful music continues ♪

Activate it, but keep it discreet.

Affirmative. Let's go.

♪ action music ♪

[Capote] Gutiérrez! One more thing.

♪ music stops ♪

That town has the best figs in the country.

Could you get me a couple of small jars of homemade fig jam?

I'd really appreciate it.

Got it, Commissioner.

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- [Brian] Shall we talk about the raise? - You want to go to jail?

No, no, no.

♪ action music continues ♪

EVIDENCE

PROVINCIAL POLICE

[sniffles]

♪ music stops ♪

- [snoring] - Juan Carlos.

- Yes? - Will you do me a favor?

Move my car, would you? I need to make an urgent call.

- [Juan] Yes, of course. - Great. Catch.

- There you go. - Okay.

Hello.

♪ tense music ♪

[Gutiérrez] Shit, shit.

[engine sputtering]

[engine sputtering]

[engine sputtering]

[engine rumbling]

[loud laughter]

[in English] Jason. Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

The CIA, Juan Carlos. [laughs]

- [Juan] Okay. - Thank you so much.

- [Juan] Don't mention it. Bye. - Bye, bye.

[sighs]

[Torcoletti] Going without me?

♪ Psycho Killer ♪

[laughs]

♪ I can't seem to face up to the facts ♪

♪ I'm tense and nervous ♪ ♪ And I can't relax ♪

♪ I can't sleep ♪ ♪ 'Cause my bed's on fire ♪

♪ music stops ♪

[car engine]

[cow mooing]

[over loudspeaker] Come visit the Fig Festival in Coronel Perez.

The festival that puts you in touch with nature.

Our 46th National Fig Festival!

[snoring]

[Gutiérrez clears his throat]

- Yes. Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Deputy Commissioner Gutiérrez, from Precinct 151.

- Yes, the Capital guys. - No, not Capital guys.

We're the Buenos Aires Provincial Police.

I'll let Commissioner Asensio know.

All right. Thanks.

[electronic beeping]

[phone ringing]

46TH NATIONAL FIG FESTIVAL

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Commissioner, the Capital guys are here.

[on phone] Send them in.

You may go in.

♪ comic music ♪

[clears throat] Hi, good afternoon.

Uh...

I assume you're the person in charge until the commissioner arrives.

I am the commissioner.

Ah.

Well. I see you're very progressive out here.

Progressive how, Deputy Commissioner?

You respect the... the female quota. That's all. Nothing else.

And I see you respect the disability quota.

[dial-up tones]

So, let's get to it. I'm Deputy Commissioner Gutiérrez.

This is Lieutenant Torcoletti, my partner,

and back there is Mike Robinson from the CIA.

The United States of America has assigned us a case,

and we're working on it together, all right?

How about that.

I assume you're familiar with the situation. Is that correct?

- Affirmative. - Mm.

- The operation is already in motion. - Right.

According to our intel, there are Russian males

near kilometer 30 on Los Ceibos Road.

These could be the suspects.

Perfect. Do you have photos?

Negative. But there is a witness, old Ortega.

We need to speak with him in person.

We can call him in about two hours.

- [Asensio] You heard him, Deputy. - Two hours? I need to talk to him now.

[laughs]

What? What's so funny?

It's siesta time.

We have to wait until 4:30 p.m. for anything.

We're trying to prevent World War III, and we have to wait for a nap?

Priorities, Gutiérrez. Priorities.

[over radio] It's 4:38 p.m. in Coronel Perez.

The temperature is 31 degrees Celsius,

and the National Fig Festival is about to begin.

[Ortega] I chop firewood out there in the woods.

For myself and to sell.

Eucalyptus, red quebracho.

And the other day, I saw some movement at the house out back.

Could you see those people's faces?

[Ortega] Not there. I was far away.

But pickup trucks kept going in and out.

[inhales] Yesterday I went to Pelagaucho's for a beer

and saw a guy buying all kinds of stuff.

What is Pelagaucho?

The general store. Where they spend their whole paychecks.

Did you hear him speak?

- Yes. - Russian?

[Ortega] I don't know Russian.

But the man wasn't speaking Spanish.

And there were two people waiting in the truck.

Was there a woman?

No, not in the truck. No women.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Maybe at the house.

All right. Tell me, is this the man you saw?

Looks like him.

Okay.

- This one? - [Ortega] That one, I think I saw him.

- This one? - That one, maybe.

[Gutiérrez] All right.

Tell me.

Did you see this man?

That one was sitting in the truck.

Sure, of course. Of course. Thank you. Can we talk a second?

Yes.

You're making me look like a total idiot in front of the CIA.

[inhales] We've been doing everything in a completely professional manner

and in a second, in a split second, you ruin my reputation

by having this old fool sit down at the table.

The old man is not lying, I know him.

The best thing you can do right now is to go there quietly.

- [Gutiérrez scoffs] - I'm heading back to the station.

Tomorrow's the National Fig Festival, and I have a lot to do.

- I can imagine. - Old man,

show the Capital guys to the farm.

Listen, we're not Capital guys.

[laughs]

[officer laughs mockingly]

[mocking laugh] Idiot.

[cow mooing]

[Torcoletti, in English] It's a beautiful car.

It's beautiful.

[Robinson, in English] Yeah, well, I'll be back soon enough.

Yeah, I miss you too.

I love you. [chuckles]

All right.

[rooster clucking]

[in English] Bye.

[Brian] Come here, you son of a bitch.

The CIA?

[in English] No.

My wife.

- [Gutiérrez] Huh? - His wife.

♪ soft music ♪ [Robinson sighs]

I didn't know you were married. What's her name?

[in broken English] What name she?

- [in English] That's not your business. - [Gutiérrez] Huh?

[Torcoletti] They have a business.

Oh, yeah? What kind?

[Gutiérrez] Well, never mind, tell me the name. [stammers] Dorothy?

- [in English] No. - [in English] No. Emily?

[Robinson, in English] No!

Rachel?

[in English] It's Susan!

[Gutiérrez] Nice, nice.

[in English] But I didn't come all the way down here to talk about my private life.

Huh? It's a pretty name.

Mine is Yoli.

[in English] Jolly?

Yoli.

- [in English] Jolly? - Yoli.

- [in English] Jolly. - Yoli.

- [in English] Jolly. - Yoli.

Yoli.

Almost there. Yoli.

Yo-li.

Something like that.

[Gutiérrez] This way.

[rooster clucking]

- I'll close it for you. - Thanks.

Torco, get in. Let's go.

- Can I take him? - [Gutiérrez] No.

- I named him Jorge. - [Gutiérrez] No.

Please!

[rooster clucking]

[whispering] Shh, quiet.

[rooster clucking]

- [rooster clucking] - All good?

[over radio] In Coronel Perez, the air is filling

with the aroma of homemade jam. Here...

Do you know where I can buy fig jam?

Tomorrow, at the festival. You can get everything there.

Fig jam,

figs in syrup, preserved figs, fig cake,

fresh figs, pie.

There's fig wine,

fig grappa,

fig beer.

[over radio] All made with figs, with love, and by local hands.

At that tree. It's there.

[over radio] And don't miss the crowning of the Fig King and Queen,

with a special appearance by Amancio Roldán...

[crickets and cicadas chirping]

- [Ortega] Shampoo! - [Gutiérrez] Huh?

[Ortega] Fig shampoo!

For fuck's sake.

It's that way, okay?

♪ tense music ♪

[high-pitched scream] Fuck. [deep voice] Ow, ow!

♪ comic suspenseful music ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[Gutiérrez panting] It's Yoli. Yes, it's Yoli.

[indistinct chatter]

Goddamn it!

They have Yoli. And they're armed to the teeth.

I'm getting the hell out of here.

[rooster clucking]

- Torco, we have to go in. - Yes.

But we'll need backup.

♪ action music ♪

And the ammo?

- We're out. - Huh?

I said we're out.

[inhales] Son of a fucking bitch.

Now what? I'm gonna have to ask Lanús for a little favor?

[sighs] For fuck's sake.

[video on phone]

For the trip. [grumbles]

NO FRYING FOOD BEFORE 11:00 A.M.

[crickets and cicadas chirping]

[cows mooing]

[toy squeaks]

[horns honking]

No, you've got to be kidding me.

This is all your people?

They're all assigned to another task.

- May I ask what task? - The Fig Festival.

Gutiérrez, how many times do I have to tell you the same thing?

I'll leave you with Chocama, my best man.

I have to go, my daughter is competing tomorrow.

For what?

- For Fig Queen. - For Fig Queen, of course.

I'm off to talk to the judges.

- She's got my vote already. - Thank you, Chocama.

Gutiérrez, don't cause any trouble.

Tomorrow's paper needs to talk about the festival, not the Capital guys.

You think the Fig Festival is more important

than a story that has the world holding its breath, huh?

[mocking laughter]

The festival is world-famous.

I don't know if you knew that.

♪ tense music ♪

[Gutiérrez] Any news from Capote?

[Torcoletti] Negative.

But he should be arriving soon.

♪ upbeat music on radio ♪

[Gutiérrez sighs]

[Gutiérrez sighs]

Do you know the difference between yogurt and milk?

What is it, Torco?

Yogurt is a product fermented by lactobacillus.

And milk?

Right here, whenever you want it.

[all laughing]

These Capital guys are wild. [laughs]

[laughing] I fell for it.

[all laughing]

There's another good one too, uh... How does it go?

It goes like...

[inhales] What do a toothbrush and a baby have in common?

What is it?

They both get wet.

You know, because the... you wet the brush to brush.

And babies wet themselves.

[laughing] I can't remember. Something like that. [sighs]

[rooster clucking]

[in English] Get the chicken out of the damn car.

His name is Jorge. Jorge.

[Robinson sighs]

[in English] I want to become a police, like you.

Maybe the CIA is looking for a young,

- [in English] No. - attractive, intelligent man.

- [in English] No. - Or are they, Robin?

[in English] Don't call me "Robin."

[Brian sighs]

What's the difference between a chair and a dick?

♪ upbeat music on radio ♪

- You don't know? - No.

- Watch where you sit. - [laughter]

They both "get wet."

They both "get wet."

No, yes, I got it. The baby pees himself, yes.

Right, that was it.

Now I remember.

I got it when you told it. I got it when you told it.

♪ upbeat cumbia on radio ♪

Yay!

[in English] Do you like cumbia, Robin?

[in English] No.

[birds chirping]

[radio beeps]

CVA, CVA, over.

USB, USB, over.

- Idiot. - [Brian, on radio] LGBT, LGBT, over.

What the hell do you want, you idiot?

[Brian, on radio] Robinson's a buzzkill.

- Can I stay with you? Say yes. - No.

[Robinson, in English] Finally.

There they are finally, about damn time.

♪ loud music on radio ♪

- [Gutiérrez] Capote, Ventura. - [Capote] Gutiérrez.

[Gutiérrez] They're heavily armed, yeah?

[Shorty] Men, out!

[police radio chatter]

No, no. Why is Shorty here?

We couldn't do this alone. I had to ask for backup.

[Shorty] Hey, hey.

Weren't you on leave?

- [Shorty] I wouldn't miss this. - [Gutiérrez] Yeah, I can see.

[gunshot]

- Idiot! Shut up, shut up! - [officer shouting] Ow, ow, ow, ooh!

[Gutiérrez] We must get him to a hospital. Now!

There's no hospital! [screams]

What a shitty town! Calm down!

[Capote] What did you do, idiot?

[gunshots]

[officer] In position!

[metallic clicking]

[distant shouting and barking]

♪ tense music ♪

What do we do?

We go in.

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