Border Hunters

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 fucking cartels.

It's not just the animals in the city.

They're killing our children.

Yeah, I know.

The DEA is not equipped to deal with this war.

They've been after this evil for a long time,

not getting anywhere.

That's right. Like I said, it's a war.

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 fucking Diablo Blanco!

They had you all over the news in San Diego

after you fucked 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 ass 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 shit on a cop car.

What the fuck?

-Oh, fuck. -You okay, chief?

-Fenta-- -

Fuck!

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 fucked up my op.

What op? Fentanyl.

Since when does Defense give a shit about that?

Since they do.

That shit's killing over 70,000 Americans a year.

It's not a drug, it's a fucking weapon.

And Mexico is the pipeline

for our enemies to get it into the streets,

and kill 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 fucked that up too. And plan C.

-Fuck. -Yeah. Fuck.

You created a power vacuum.

And someone you know intimately stepped up to the task.

-Who? -You know who.

She still blames you for killing her boy.

I didn't kill 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 war 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.