Border Hunters (2025)

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That's him.

That's my Tyler.

I'll make the arrangements

for his transfer

back to the U.S., sir.

All right.

He's good.

-Thanks for coming, Abe.

-Of course.

It's Tyler.

I'm sorry, brother.

They think it was fentanyl.

These f*cking cartels.

It's not just

the animals in the city.

They're k*lling our children.

Yeah, I know.

The DEA is not equipped

to deal with this w*r.

They've been after this evil

for a long time,

not getting anywhere.

That's right.

Like I said, it's a w*r.

You don't win wars

with slogans.

Not one more of our children.

Whatever it takes.

Get it done.

You understand, sir.

This is gonna require an...

unconventional approach.

I'm good with that.

Let me know if you need

anything to get this going.

Okay.

Go be with your family.

I'll take care of everything.

What's the plan?

We need to scorch the earth.

Take me to the State Prison.

You got a snitch?

I got a devil.

Hey.

Look, man, I just wanna sit here

and read my book in peace.

I know who you are, man.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm pretty sure you don't.

Why's that?

Look, man.

I think you got me confused

for somebody else, okay?

I know you're

the f*cking Diablo Blanco!

They had you

all over the news in San Diego

after you f*cked up

all those homies.

You're a dead man.

I know.

Whoo!

It's Tracy.

Tracy.

Listen.

Good. Any issues?

Did you find him?

I see that girl

was looking at you.

Oh, please.

Don't get me started, Lopez.

Telling you, chief, that girl

was looking at you hard.

Oh, man. These women look

at a man in uniform,

and no matter how ugly

that man might be,

all they see is

that sexy steady paycheck

and dental insurance

for their wild a*s kids.

Speaking of which,

did your stepson

get his braces yet?

Lighten up, man.

I'm sure Carole

wasn't like that.

Oh, what the hell?

You'd think these idiots

would know better

than to put this sh*t

on a cop car.

What the f*ck?

-Oh, f*ck.

-You okay, chief?

Fenta--

f*ck!

Commander 1,

officer needs help.

I need an R.A. at my location

for an opioid overdose.

Possible

fentanyl contamination.

Hang on, chief, stay with me.

I'm here.

All right.

There you go.

There you go.

There you go.

We need to talk.

Let's skip the

hug and get to the point.

I want you to go undercover

As you can see, I'm a little

tied up for the next few years.

Besides, I'm out of the game.

Been out for a while.

Man, you were,

then you weren't.

Whether you wanna acknowledge it

or not, you're back in the game.

How so?

You took out a whole cartel,

Mr. Diablo Blanco.

That was personal.

You know that.

Oh, I get why you did it.

Truth be told, I'd...

I don't think I'd keep myself

from doing the same.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You brother Mike was a good guy.

Unlike us.

Unlike us.

Like I said, I'm out, Abe.

Yeah. Well, I wish

I could let it be, but I can't.

Sure you can.

Stand up, you take your friends

here and you walk away.

Too late for that.

You f*cked up my op.

What op?

Fentanyl.

Since when does Defense

give a sh*t about that?

Since they do.

That sh*t's k*lling over

70,000 Americans a year.

It's not a drug,

it's a f*cking weapon.

And Mexico is the pipeline

for our enemies

to get it into the streets,

and k*ll our children.

It's not my problem.

You made it your problem

when you took out

our inside man.

Carmelo Aguilera.

I don't know.

Best laid plans

Of Mice and Men.

Go with your plan B.

You f*cked that up too.

And plan C.

-f*ck.

-Yeah. f*ck.

You created a power vacuum.

And someone you know intimately

stepped up to the task.

-Who?

-You know who.

She still blames you

for k*lling her boy.

I didn't k*ll him.

Um-hmm. Tell that to her

when you see her.

Why don't you tell her

for me instead?

I can't find her.

Well, from what I remember,

she's not the shy type.

Silver lining.

All you have to do

is wait for her to pop up.

Yeah, well,

we don't have the time to wait.

Okay. This is time sensitive.

The ambassador

lost his son two nights ago.

We gotta

shut these assholes down.

So now, that it's personal

to some bureaucrat,

the gloves come off.

Give the ambassador

my condolences.

Yeah,

I'll give him more than that.

The w*r didn't end

when a few soldiers die.

The real fight is coming.

And we're gonna decide

when and where.

And how do I factor in

to your battle plans?

You know your old...

officer pal up in Banning?

He got hit with

a fentanyl laced flyer.

-He okay?

-Yeah,

luckily he had

another officer with him

who had NARCAN training.

Good.

But flyer wasn't for him.

It was for you.

Hailey.

Savannah.

Your sister-in-law

and niece are okay.

I moved them up to Oregon

with her parents.

They're under

protective custody.

Can't keep that forever.

What's the job?

She is.

I hate to bother you, Tracy.

But we have some good news.

What's the bad news

that comes with it?

The ambassador's son

overdosed on fentanyl.

f*ck.

I told you that fentanyl sh*t

was gonna be trouble.

These dumbfucks

wouldn't listen.

Our operations are clear.

They'll put it on us anyways.

A bust is a bust.

It doesn't matter

who put it out.

Now what could possibly be

good enough news to offset that?

I found him.

What?

Where? Where is he?

He's in a prison

outside of Puerto Vallarta.

No way.

We have people in the prisons.

They would have found him.

He was under a fake name,

Tracy.

I want that piece of sh*t

to curse the wh*re of a mother

that birthed him.

My Tommy died in a filthy

f*cking prison because of him.

I wanna watch him suffer.

We need to get to him.

That's gonna be

a little tiny problem.

-Why?

-They're transferring him.

I don't give a sh*t

if they're shoving him

back up his mother's as*h*le.

Tracy, we're talking about

a heavily armored convoy.

Some serious weapon

and much more people.

I don't give a sh*t

if they have tanks.

Consider it done.

I'll reach out to my friend

and get the weapons.

And you give me the cash.

Whatever it costs.

Don't f*ck this up.

Hey, bro!

Ay!

Whoo!

Walk with me.

You aren't

the typical transport team.

You aren't

the typical prisoner.

Copy.

Sir,

they're on the move.

Let the games begin.

My men's lives are at stake.

This is not a game.

Everything is a game.

You either play or get played.

Which, uh...

makes me wonder...

are you trying to play me,

commander?

-What?

-Are you behind

the fentanyl contamination

in the coke supply?

Simple question.

Seems to me

it's a great idea for you get us

to come down here and,

uh, clean up your problems.

We do the dirty work,

you keep your hands clean.

f*cking fantastic idea.

Absolutely not.

All of our intelligence

points to that gringa,

Tracy, and her crew.

I had to ask.

I understand.

Have you tried

these chilaquiles?

f*cking fantastic.

-Mm!

-Hm.

Don't even think about it.

You're not going

anywhere without me.

Been a while

since I've seen fresh air.

Enjoy it.

There's not much

in the dungeon you're going to.

Why did you do it?

They got in the way.

Of what?

Someone from the cartel

m*rder*d a police officer

up in Banning, California.

I came down

to bring him to justice.

You made yourself

a gringo hunter.

That's a lot of k*lling

for one arrest.

The policeman was my brother.

Oh, sh*t!

They're flanking us!

Samuel!

Cover!

Hey!

Hey!

Sir, we just got word

from the prison.

The convoy hasn't checked in.

-How late are they?

-About 15 minutes.

I'll send units

to check on them.

I don't know.

I'm sure they're fine.

Probably rolling slow.

Besides, ahem, you don't know

where to send the units.

We know their route.

-I changed it.

-What?

Operational security.

I didn't want anybody

to have

the opportunity

to sell the info.

-What if they're in trouble?

-It'd be fine.

Maybe they're on Highway 200.

Taking the back roads

through Boca de Tomatln.

Don't move.

We're on the same side.

No, we're not.

They k*lled

our whole team.

They did.

I didn't.

It was because of you.

Yeah. Because of me.

There's a village

a few kilometers up river.

We're gonna hike there.

We'll find a phone

and call for backup.

Give her your hands.

I can help you fight.

You're my prisoner.

We're all in

the same boat.

We need to work together.

They're probably

covering the roads

and have a team tracking us.

Look, I was free. I could have

hit the bush and been gone.

Whatever you're gonna

do, do it quick.

We don't got a lot of time.

Fine.

But no g*ns. You take point.

Fine.

You probably want this.

Any more surprises?

Go.

Small fishing village

like this,

probably only has

one cell tower.

Be quiet.

Best bet is to find a landline.

I said shut the f*ck up!

Look. I'm sorry

about your--

If we don't work together,

we're all f*cking dead.

Andro.

Let him talk.

All right.

So since you think

you have all the answers...

how do we do that?

Just give them

what they want.

You?

We're all just bait.

I'm the chum in the water.

If you want us to let you

escape, I don't think so.

The people that are hunting us

are after me, not you.

All you have to do

is hand me over.

That's not an option.

You are our responsibility.

You don't have to get

k*lled because of me.

-Enough people have died.

-Yeah.

We know who you are.

And who you were.

Then you know

I'd never hurt a cop.

At least until

we get out of this sh*t.

If we get out.

The only way out is to find

their boss and end this.

Who is their boss?

How do we find him?

Her.

It's a woman.

She's Mexican American.

And how the hell did she know

you were being transferred?

Someone sold us out.

And if that's so,

she probably has every g*n

in this state out for us.

Looks like f*cking Benghazi

out there.

The syndicate has roadblocks on

Highway 200 in and out of Boca.

They're checking vehicles.

Well, that's good.

That means they haven't

snatched him up yet.

Any word on my men?

You won't see much in the jungle

from up in the air.

I got assets on the ground, too.

We'll locate our target

and get your men out.

How can you be so sure?

My men are the best,

but they were not ready

to get involved in the w*r.

They got involved in the w*r

when they took this job.

So did you.

I'm curious,

how did you change the route

if I didn't authorize it?

I made a call.

To who?

Hey, listen, commander.

You wanna say something,

you say it, all right?

Don't f*ck around.

Are you insinuating that I

would somehow put the lives

of these brave men

in danger?

What I say

is that it is very irregular.

I'll tell you

what's irregular.

Are you or are you not

the highest ranking member

of your agency

in this area of operation?

Well, then

how on God's holy earth

could a foreigner give orders

to your people

to change the route

of a prisoner transport?

You're either in control

of your troops or you're not.

Which is it?

I am.

Good.

I'm glad you understand.

Conversation is over.

Where the f*ck is he?

We got him surrounded, Tracy.

Don't k*ll him.

I want to see him.

They knocked out

the cell towers

and cut the landlines

to the area.

NORCOM confirms the target.

Facial recognition is a match.

All right.

The drone tracked her

to this location.

Commander,

I need you to call your troops.

Tell them to stage

10 kilometers outside

the town of Boca de Tomatln,

north and south on Highway 200.

They stay there

until we get there.

Activate the ground assets

in that sector.

You.

Check the high ground.

I'm gonna look

for a crossing.

Hey, cover us.

-How is she?

-It went through the leg.

There's probably more.

We need to move.

This way. This way.

We're about

to hit town.

sh*t.

We're losing daylight.

We got to take shelter

for the night.

What about this cabin?

I like it.

How you doing

on me, soldier?

I'm good. Keep going.

Oh, f*ck.

What's this all about?

The ambush, the American spies

changing our route?

You know about that?

It's an open secret.

It's about Fentanyl.

Some Ambassador's son

got a batch of coke

loaded with the sh*t.

Apparently, the crew

that's trying to k*ll me

is spiking dope.

These people are

either stupid or greedy?

You can't make any money

if all the people

taking your product are dead.

Yeah. Who knows why

people do what they do?

Maybe she just wants Americans

to feel the way she does...

...and feel the pain

of losing their children.

Sometimes criminals

just do stupid sh*t.

That's funny.

Americans think that

all Mexicans are criminals,

but you have more people in

prison than any other country.

-I didn't put them there.

-No, you put them in the ground.

All right.

You put that on me

if it makes you feel better.

I just followed orders

when, where I was told.

Your English. You spent

some time in the States?

Yeah, I grew up over there.

But I was born in Mexico.

After a while,

I figured the only way

to make my country better

was to come back.

Thank you.

For not abandoning her.

Never leave a man behind.

You could have.

She's not your teammate.

You, your team.

You could have handed me over.

But you didn't.

No, we're cops.

We took an oath.

Your brother,

would he have turned someone

over to their certain death?

Not a chance.

He knew the oath. Same as we do.

You're a soldier, right?

Yeah, I was.

And you knew the oath once too.

Yeah, I did.

Why didn't you become

a policeman

like your older brother?

He was younger.

He wanted to be

in the military, like me.

Soldier too?

No. I talked him out of it.

I thought

being a cop would be safer.

sh*t.

Contact.

Angelica!

I'll cover our six.

You want me?

Let him go!

Okay. What a savior.

I'm giving up! Let him go!

-Samuel!

-No!

Cuervo!

"I want him alive!"

Come out to play!

I'm not in a playful mood.

Really? Too bad, man.

Why don't you take your toys

and go home?

Listen,

it's almost dinner time.

Let's just get this over

before my food gets cold.

All right, step out.

Let's dance.

What?

This is not an American movie,

my friend.

What's wrong with you people?

You always think

the white guy is the good guy?

Well, I'm not an assassin

working for dope dealers.

So I got that going for me.

Didn't your mommy teach you

not to f*ck with the devil?

You know...

I always enjoy a good smoke

after a f*ck.

Sometimes before too.

Do you want a cigarette

before I give it to you?

What a b*tch.

You smoke menthols?

You know, man.

In a different situation,

I think

we could have been friends.

Yeah. I don't think

your boss would like that.

Nah. Maybe, but who cares?

And I think

she's ready to retire.

-You thinking of moving up?

-No, no, no.

I'm not the executive type.

Besides, I love my job.

Yeah, I can see that.

Can't you see

that you've been played?

Come on man.

Think about it.

We find you at the same time

that somebody starts

spiking the coca with Fenta.

I think somebody

is playing us both.

Yeah, how so?

Come here and I'll tell you.

Why don't you come here?

I promise not to sh**t.

I think...

I think you're out of b*ll*ts.

f*cking try me.

I think you're out of men.

Hey!

You good?

Yeah, we're fan-f*cking-tastic.

-How many rounds you got left?

-We're low.

All right,

we've got about two minutes

to scavenge body armor

and a*mo.

We gotta move.

Hey! Hey!

Yeah, that's me.

Contact?

I'll cover.

How's the

vacation on the beach?

You set me up?

Come on, Jake.

That's no way to say hello

to the best friend

you've got right now.

Of course I did.

What's the ask?

Straight to business.

You never disappoint, Jake.

The ferryman, the--

The geezer with the boat,

will help you

get your wounded out.

He'll tell you what's next.

He's also got

a bag of goodies for you.

Should help keep the noise

down for the neighbors.

I'm me, Jake.

I got eyes everywhere.

Oh, yeah, before you go,

I just wanted

to tell you something.

You're still my favorite.

Yeah, well, f*ck you too.

All right, boys, settle in.

And what we'll do now

is wait out till night.

You two dial for backup.

I got something I need to do.

You're not gonna get rid of me.

You'll drop me off

at the target?

Yes.

And get these two out of here?

I need you to go back.

I'm going in.

You don't understand.

This road we're on,

I've been down it.

I already threw

my life away.

You don't need to end up

in a cellblock next to me

or in the ground.

They k*lled

my best friend.

He asked me to be

his son's godfather.

Would you walk away?

-This is a graveyard.

-I f*cking knew it.

Come on in, boys. Come on.

That m*therf*cker

k*lled my Tommy!

Will you shut this b*tch up?

Listen.

What the f*ck?

I told you how many times

to keep that sh*t on the street.

And you wouldn't do it.

Now, was that

because of greed

or was that just

a f*ck you to me?

f*ck you!

Oh, Lordy.

Yeah.

What took you guys so long?

Ahh. I can't believe you

let me beat you to the prize.

I said put your weapons down,

all right?

Diaz.

Come on, Jake.

Don't look so surprised.

Yeah, I'm a bit confused.

Why'd you k*ll her?

Uh...

Because she wouldn't

shut the f*ck up.

I mean, the venom

that was spewing from her mouth,

it was just foul, okay?

She kind of reminded me

of my mother.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry to

break up your family reunion,

but why'd you need us?

You were a great distraction

for our flanking maneuver.

So you used us?

Everyone uses everybody.

Calm down.

So what?

You inheriting

this dope racket?

Well, I gotta

make a few moves first,

but uh,

then I'll shut it down.

By what? Selling dope?

See, this b*tch here

was trying to keep fentanyl

out of the dope stream.

I thought

that's what you wanted.

f*ck no.

It's the best thing

since sliced bread.

Soon as people

started popping off

from using

fentanyl-laced cocaine,

cocaine use dropped

in America by...

What was it?

-Sixty-two percent, sir.

-Sixty-two percent.

That's f*cking outstanding.

Then these dirtbags,

they k*ll each other over

whatever market share is left.

What about legitimate addicts?

They die.

One way or another,

they stop buying dope.

And that's how we win the w*r.

What will your supervisors

think about that?

They'll say

I made America great again.

Clavo.

Pato.

Andro, we need one good man

to survive this.

We all good?

-What if we're not good?

-We're-- We're good.

I'd take his advice.

There's only one way this ends,

and that's my way.

Let's get the f*ck out of here

before the flies set in.

I promise you,

we'll finish this.

Okay.

You good?

I'm okay.

Oh, come on now, Jake.

You know me.

I'd never hurt a lady.

You should ask Tracy that.

I said "lady."

Was that the intel?

Oh, that's how

it's gonna be, huh?

That's my boy.

Give me that.

Here's the locations

of our recently acquired labs.

All right,

I'll take care of these.

You know, it's been so damn good

catching up with you, Abe.

-Really?

-I missed you.

Appreciate that.

I miss you too, sweety.

We'll have to

do it again.

What's the line on Nando?

Colombia.

I'll take care

of transportation.

Nice work

taking out my overwatch.

Very impressive.

Got to stay a step ahead.

Next time, try four.

You want to say hello?

Let them know

you're all right?

Uh...

Better if I don't.

So you pick a new name?

I like Gustavo.

Gustavo?

Yeah, yeah.

I can pull off a Gus.

Gus, yes. Gustavo?

You know I

got your back out there.

Thought your brother might

want you to have one of these.

Saint Michael?

Just in case.

You know, all this corruption,

all this k*lling is...

you and I,

we're in a position now,

maybe we can change it.

But it's probably

gonna get messy.

I can do messy.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF

JUAN MIGUEL HERNANDEZ DOMINGUEZ