With Cuba on the cusp of change, and a cast of rusty spies ready to retire, a young American arrives. "Gabe Sourdough" looks like a 'turista', but behaves like a man with a bit more on his mind. His suspicious timing rejuvenates the ailing, paranoid revolutionary. His odd movements launch boozing buddies back into opposition. His desires expose the shady lives of a crafty old boxer and a desperate young girl, jeopardizing their fragile survival. Is this "Sourdough" a brash new breed of agent, or something far more threatening to the rule of the regime? As the islanders search for clues to the...

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