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PUSSY

- Leave it there. - Okay.

Enjoy your meal.

Hi, brother, it's me. How are you doing?

Better if I knew how this happened.

Gilberto, someone betrayed us.

Where the fuck were those pigs we pay?

It was an American operation. It was the DEA.

Our friends knew nothing about it.

Unless our friends have been lying to us all along.

Maybe they need a reminder what all that money was for.

Relax, Miguel.

My situation will be rectified soon.

The truth is that things are getting more complicated

and our friends in the North Valley need reassurance.

You need to set a meeting with Henao.

Compliment him.

- On what? - Doesn't matter. Offer him something.

He likes tequila. Have a bottle ready.

Tell him... this is just a small setback.

In the meantime, business goes on as usual.

Increase your personal security.

The Americans will come after you next.

Your freedom is our best leverage, brother.

Gilberto, this is getting dangerous.

What if there's a leak?

There may be.

Find out.

I need to go, brother. I love you.

I love you too, brother.

Justice can be hard to find.

And a man as powerful as Gilberto Rodrguez

won't stay in custody for long.

If you want to keep him behind bars, you need someone to testify.

Yes, sir. I'm on it.

I'm working on a high-level target.

I suggest you work fast, because without it,

nothing else will matter.

We went through the machine, sir.

We've got nothing.

So what am I supposed to do with that? What does this mean?

If somebody sold us out, we'd know about it.

Like you knew about the raid?

Look, gentlemen...

I want to know why my brother is sitting in a fucking cell.

And if any one of us is involved in this, I want to know by the end of the day.

Of course. Consider it done, sir.

Miguel's paranoid.

Maybe they used one of their spy planes and spotted Gilberto from space.

You're not taking this seriously.

Miguel doesn't think they got lucky. He thinks there's a leak.

And the system would tell us about the leak.

This is about the surrender, right?

You're worried your retirement plans are ruined now.

Listen to me.

People love drama, brother. You know that.

This isn't drama. He wants names.

There's no reason to think they couldn't be ours, Carlo.

We designed the system.

Mr. Crdova.

So? Anything good?

Just a bunch of shit-talking. Gossip. Typical.

And what about internally? Anyone suspicious you've flagged?

No, not really.

Truth is, I have no idea who would rat these guys out.

I want to hear everything you've flagged all the same. Quickly.

Yes, sir. I'll get that right away.

These guys were supposed to have this under control.

But it's clear they don't.

I thought those guys were supposed to surrender.

Does this mean it's not happening?

Somebody tipped off the Americans, stabbed us in the back.

Where was his fucking security team? What do they pay them for?

They better do something quick,

or else it's going to be every man for himself.

You have many powerful allies, Don Gilberto.

Your situation pains them deeply.

We're confident this will soon be behind us. The surrender will proceed.

But we need to wait. It's a matter of time.

Wait for what?

For the government to do something they already agreed to? Fuck.

What did Medina say?

Currently, we don't have an official position from Santiago Medina.

Why not?

Because we're waiting on his office to confirm a meeting.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You didn't talk to him yet?

You're waiting on his office to confirm a meeting?

I don't wait on him!

He waits on me!

You go to his office and fix this mess!

And remind him who the fuck Gilberto Rodrguez is!

For fuck's sake! Open this damn thing!

Nicols, your father needs to understand his arrest changes things.

It's political now.

Dad?

Sometimes you have to put on a little show.

Helps bring the best out of people.

I need to talk to Medina.

I don't want you anywhere near this.

Dad, the circle is too big.

Medina won't meet anyone he can't trust. He won't trust the lawyers.

But he will trust you?

Yes, I'm your son.

That's right. And you'll obey my wishes.

You want something to drink?

I never refuse.

That's a great shirt, no?

That pocket...

on the left.

Where the heart is.

Hey, this situation with Gilberto,

what a disgrace, huh?

After all your family's done for this city. For this country.

Just the gringos meddling where they shouldn't.

But our friends in Bogot are working to...

rectify the situation.

Business proceeds as usual, right?

And how does this clerical error affect the timeline of the surrender?

As I said...

this was just a mistake.

Nothing more.

Glad to hear that.

I see a lot of new faces.

Did you notice that?

The woman, the Salazar girl?

The fear.

Miguel was scared.

These guys are in big trouble.

Little early for number three, no?

The fuck else am I supposed to do around here?

You didn't have to come.

Who else was gonna watch your back?

You gonna tell me what went down in Jurez?

I told you...

we talked.

The Mexican made you an offer.

Didn't he?

Yes.

Pretty good one, too.

He says we're getting out at the wrong time.

Maybe he's right.

Gilberto's in jail.

Maybe this is fate.

No, the bill, please.

Compliments of the gentleman.

Thank you, but I don't...

The bill.

And they don't appear on the next flights either?

Motherfucking gringos never got on a plane back to Bogot.

- Our friend with the badge lied to us. - Or he made a mistake.

There are no mistakes.

Hey. Here he comes.

There he is, the fucking bastard.

I would have gladly met you in the usual place.

That's what you're worried about?

How about earning the money we pay you to keep our bosses out of jail?

- You couldn't give a fuck about that. - The fuck you want from me?

Logistics, planning, the dummy raid. All that shit came out of Bogot.

By the time we knew what they were...

Martnez had already been in Gilberto's house for 30 minutes,

you useless piece of shit.

You know what else is odd?

It looks like the DEA never left Cali.

And you were the one who confirmed.

You. Only you confirmed those two fucking gringos took the plane to Bogot.

Do you know where you are?

You want to hang me out to dry with your boss? Do you know where you are?

I asked the Americans how they found Gilberto's house. Know what they told me?

They followed someone there.

I know it wasn't me.

Fucking Caldern.

What he said made sense.

The DEA followed someone to Gilberto's house.

It must be Pallomari. The DEA knows who he is and where he works.

They must have come back and tailed him to Gilberto.

Didn't you say you drove Pallomari to Gilberto's that night?

It could just as easily have been me driving him.

Yeah, but it wasn't, was it?

You think Miguel will let this slide?

Not a fucking chance.

Jorge, if this thing comes back on me, it comes back on you,

and then we're both fucked.

The only thing we need is a name, and we have it.

We have to get on the same page here.

Caldern told us those fuckers from the DEA got on a plane to Bogot, right?

He burned us.

He is the one responsible for what happened.

He's a dirty cop...

who takes money from a drug cartel.

But you and me, we are brothers.

Let me cut to the chase. My father still wants to retire.

I didn't realize you were taking such an active role in your father's affairs.

No other choice when friends don't return our lawyer's calls.

Of course.

Well, then...

tell your father there is still a path to what he wants most.

No one here is happy with the current predicament.

The DEA blindsided all of us, and it's been difficult to carry out our old deal.

"Old deal"?

Politics is about appearances.

For us, it's extremely difficult to accept the surrender terms of a man

who's already in prison.

That just looks bad.

But different terms...

new terms...

What do you say?

So what did you find out?

The DEA team Caldern was escorting never left Cali.

He reported that they had.

What do you think, Jorge?

It was a mistake.

Born of incompetence.

The DEA got lucky...

and Caldern took the bait.

Well, we're not paying for incompetence.

Besides, that doesn't explain how they found my brother.

How did they get that information? Was that also Caldern?

It's unlikely.

It's possible the DEA used some high-end aerial surveillance.

From here on out, keep an eye on Caldern.

Limit what we tell him.

No more lapses in security.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Thank you, Jorge.

It's either him or us.

What if they kill him?

They wouldn't kill a cop.

But they can question him. And then what? What?

By the time they get to it, this shit will all be over.

Good afternoon. Someone is here for you, Mrs. Jurado. Mr. Eliot Ness.

Don't you even want to know what he said?

How dare you disregard my wishes.

Nobody was going to get in a room with Medina, I did...

I don't want you involved. I won't even discuss it.

The old deal is dead.

But we can make a new one, with certain adjustments.

Motherfuckers.

Adjustments how?

There has to be some jail time.

For you, Uncle Miguel, Pacho, and Chepe.

Three years.

Three years? No chance.

You surrender your illegal assets, do the three years,

and the legitimate assets, the cash, the business, will all be retained.

That's not the deal. And you won't speak of this again.

Dad, stop being so stubborn!

You don't get to surrender.

You are in jail.

You are a narcotrafficker.

No politician is going to stand up and say, "Let him go,"

no matter how much money you've put in his pocket.

But son, it's three years...

It's not the old deal, but it's a good one.

The best we're going to get.

But there's one loose end.

Medina is worried about his exposure.

More specifically, the accountant... Pallomari.

He knows too much.

The Americans are back on the accountant's office,

hoping he shows.

Knowing that idiot, he might.

If that's all they've got, then they don't have much.

Stay on them.

Find out where they sleep at night.

All right.

Hey, boss. You doing okay?

You sound tired.

Yeah. I'm fine.

Keep me posted.

- How was the science test? - Good.

Daddy!

Daddy!

My princess. Hello, my princesses. How are you all?

Hello. What are you doing here?

Hi, my love.

Was it your turn or mine to pick up the girls?

Yours. I was in the neighborhood. Just wanted to see how my girls are doing.

- Daddy, today we have piano lessons. - I know, my love.

My little virtuosos.

And you? Everything okay?

I'm fine.

I just felt like I needed to see my girls. That's why I came.

Excuse me.

Looks like I have to go. Would you excuse me? Okay?

- Girls... I love you. - Bye.

Bye, be good.

- Where are you? - What can I do for you, David?

My dad called a meeting. Top personnel.

What do you mean, a meeting? We just had one.

Well, we're having another one.

2611 Avenida 14. Out by Jamund.

It's Carlo Crdova, leave a message.

Carlo, I just talked to David.

Are you on your way to the meeting? Call me.

It's Carlo Crdova, leave a message.

I'm sitting there, enjoying my dick getting sucked,

when all of the sudden she stops.

I open my eyes and I ask her, "What's up?"

She's all quiet, looking at me like this.

Not a word.

I'm like, "What the fuck?" I turn to see Toque.

Fuck, he has a gun pointed at him. Like this.

And the other girl, the one with the gun, says to me:

"Give me the money, or she bites your dick off."

- So what did you do? - I gave her the fucking money!

I even tipped her, Pacho.

You don't mess around with that.

- You want some ice? - Sure.

I'm having a great time.

I'm heading to Jurez tomorrow.

Got some business with my partners.

What am I going to tell them, Pacho?

I want to give them an answer. Some good news.

My turn to tell you a story, Amado.

About the time my father found me in my room with a boy.

Hey, I never judged you for that stuff.

My father told me I wasn't a man, that I'd never be one.

It was the last time he spoke to me.

What a fucking bastard.

For a long time, I thought he was right.

Even after I started working for Gilberto and Miguel.

Up until the day some motherfucker told them I was a faggot.

And that it was a mistake to let me be part of the business.

You know what they did?

They made me a partner.

Gilberto, Miguel, and Chepe, they are my family.

I can't just leave them when they need me the most.

What can I say?

I admire your loyalty. You're one of a kind.

There you go.

You better get inside. Don't want to be late.

Has your dad arrived?

No, not yet.

Let's go.

Let me go, asshole!

Let me go, motherfucker!

You don't have the balls!

Let me go!

Up!

You motherfucker.

What the fuck did you tell them, motherfucker?

Gilberto getting caught wasn't on me.

You feel so safe, motherfucker.

When it's your turn...

He was a tiger.

Let's go.

What the fuck is this?

Tell him what you did.

Tell him. Tell him where we caught you.

While you were visiting your wife and children,

this fucking rat was on his way to the airport.

With his wife, bags packed.

About to leave you holding the blame. Your friend, Jorge.

You had your bitch follow me?

- What did you say? - Me? And my children?

You should be thankful, motherfucker.

It's why you're standing there... instead of sitting next to him.

You're making a big mistake, David.

I don't give a fuck what you think.

He's a loyal man. He always has been.

- He's a piece of shit, Jorge. - He's a good man and loyal.

- Good? Why was he running? - What are you doing?

- This is a good man... - He's a fucking snitch!

Look at me.

Sophia is inside.

She's inside that room.

Don't let them touch her. Don't let them put a hand on Sophia.

She has nothing to do with this.

These fucking bastards are crazy. They want to...

David, no!

Your friend was right, Jorge.

Go check on Sophia.

My brother is in prison because we were weak.

Because mistakes were made.

Because we allowed people to be dishonest with us.

These are the consequences.

Mistakes will not be tolerated.

Jorge, when he tried to run,

he proved he was willing to turn against us, all of us.

Men with nothing to hide don't run, right?

Now... I trust you can take over Crdova's responsibilities.

As our new head of security, Jorge.

What do you think?

I'm glad I can count on you.

My little girl, you're going to eat a little bit of salad, okay?

Vera is going to teach you. Look how much she ate.

Just a bit, sweetie. Please, just eat a little bit.

- Hi. I thought you'd be home later. - Daddy's here!

Give me a minute.

Attention passengers: Now boarding flight 1935 to Curaao.

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