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I won't let you
sit here if you do that.

- Mom, you're in trouble.
- Hush up.

Turn off the car.

- Of course.
- Turn off the fucking car!

Sorry, did I do something wrong?

Get out.

I don't understand.

- Get out!
- Did I run...

You're hurting me!

What are you doing?

Tell me what I did!

Tell me!

- My husband works...
- Exactly, lady. Your husband.

No. No! Kiki! No!

Kiki!

Calm down.

What is he doing?

Kikito!

Open the door! Let me out of here!

Let me out!

You know it's not a good idea
to leave your children

under the sun in a hot car, right?

Very bad, Mrs. Mika Camarena.

Kiki.

Kiki.

Kiki.

What'd he say?

He said if I liked Guadalajara
and I said yes. He seemed pretty nice.

If you're a criminal
and you have the one group

that's supposed to be dedicated
to stopping you on your side... shit.

You can run the table.

The cartel had the biggest gang in Mexico
in their pocket.

A private army basically
doing their bidding.

These guys brought new meaning
to the term "serve and protect."

Harassing, intimidating,

keeping the DEA out of the way

so that Félix Gallardo
could focus on other things,

like expanding.

I have heard from Isabella

about the organization you built.

You've done well.

But now she tells me
you want to change things.

More like taking advantage
of certain opportunities, no?

The Americans have closed
almost all the Caribbean routes.

You have a mountain of product
just sitting there with nowhere to go.

Félix can swing the door open
to 3,000 kilometers of the border.

And here you are, Mr. Mexico.

Look, we ship marijuana
across the border every day.

Day and night.

Seven days a week, we never stop.

It's just a matter of changing
what's in the trucks.

Cocaine.

And you have the political juice
to pull that off?

Yeah.

Don't worry about that.
I will take care of it myself, personally.

This isn't like selling bananas one day
and pineapples the next.

It's a whole other business.

If I give you my support...

I have to be sure that you understand
what you're getting into.

Speaking clearly...

once you handle Colombian powder,
you're responsible for it.

Lose the product...

brother...

there will be consequences.

Very serious consequences.

That's understood.

There are two organizations down there
that really matter.

One's shrewd. Businessmen.

The other, he has very big emotions.

Tell me about the good businessmen.

Dealing with them requires
a lot of discretion.

Because someone will be jealous?

Like I said...

big emotions.

I'd be a fool not to go
with the shrewd ones.

I will make the call then.

I'll let you know when they want to meet.

Miguel Ángel, if I were you...

I would take her with me.

Colombians love a round ass.

Just by looking at her, those poor fools
won't even be able to talk.

You have a good thing going here,
Mr. Félix.

Then why change it?

Like I said...

there's an opportunity, no?

Thank you for everything.

Sir.

You know something,
maybe this guy's right.

Why don't you come with me?

Whatever you need, Miguel.

Used to leave our doors
unlocked. City feels different. It does.

Did you say he knew your name?

Yeah. He didn't look
at my license or papers.

Locked me in the car
while he talked to Kiki Jr.

Fucking asshole.

I went to high school with guys
in Calexico that were scarier than him.

He put his hands on you?

Yeah.

You tell Kiki that?

No way.

I filed a report
with Mendez in person

and copied the embassy on it.

So we're filing police reports
on the fucking police?

How's that work exactly?

It's one thing if they're tailing us
every time we leave our office,

but this other shit? Come on.

What did the embassy say?

- Still waiting on a response.
- How's this for a response?

Someone tries to scare my wife again,
I'm gonna find them

and I'm gonna shoot 'em
in the head.

- Kiki.
- I mean it.

You want to hurt these guys, we gotta
take down the ones calling the shots.

The traffickers?

You send the same memo
every Monday to Mexico City. No help.

Heath doesn't even read that bullshit.

Yeah, I'm not talking
about Mexico City. Fuck them.

I'm talking about going over their head,
straight to D.C.

- You'd do that?
- I would.

What's D.C. really care about?

Because it ain't seizure numbers
or drug arrests, right?

Money. We know Félix
is pulling in huge cash.

Now we put a number on it, we make
Miguel Félix Gallardo famous up north.

Rog, tell them
what you just told me about Spain.

DEA Madrid's up on some dealer
from Cádiz for about six months.

Now, one of the numbers he calls the most
is here in Guadalajara.

Hotel Americas.

So Spanish cops put in a diplomatic
request for a tap on this end.

Now since it's from Spain, doesn't ring
any alarm bells, gets approved.

This gives us a back door warrant
to tap Félix's entire operation.

That gets D.C. to wake up,
force the Mexicans to act.

That's how this gets done.

Heath's gonna be pissed.

Well, he can send me a fucking memo.

Ooh.

I should've brought a jacket.

- Thank you.
- We're here no matter what happens.

Look at this clown.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, he's been here all week.

You good, buddy? You want one?

- I think maybe you better drive.
- Huh?

- Hand them over, cowboy.
- Get him, Butch.

Don't egg him on.

Could maybe go for...

$4,000?

I haven't been running it much.

Starter might need replacing.

Well...

it would be something to do.

What's on your mind?

We both know this car isn't worth $4,000.

I need help...

setting up a wire tap.

All above-board.

Legal.

- Who would listen to the calls?
- Just us.

I need it fed straight to my office.

I'll pay you.

I have a nephew.

Drives a truck for the city.

A few days ago,
some assholes ran a red light.

He yelled at them to watch it.

They forced him off the road...

showed him a badge
and beat him with a gun.

Told him they'd kill him
the next time he opened his mouth.

Keep your money.

You can count on me.

You're a good man.

I'll give you a thousand.

Fuck you, I'm not giving it away!

This was the song playing...

the third time me and Sofia fucked.

God damn it.

There, Rafa, don't worry.

You need to move on.

How do you move on from a woman like that?

With time.

Drinking.

Cheers.

What the hell?

We didn't cut the cake yet.

I paid someone off.

Listen...

there's something you should know.

What's up?

Rafa and Amado.

Rafa has his way of packing seedless.

Vacuum sealed bricks or some shit.

But Amado has been repacking it
in potato sacks to save space.

So Rafa took offense.

There was a scuffle and...
a gun was drawn.

- Fucking children.
- No doubt.

That's why I gave the word
to have them both killed.

Good, keep me up to date.

There you are.

Trying to hide out?

No, just taking a break.

Did you see Miguelito?
He's having a blast.

All the kids, they're having fun.

How about you?

You seem distracted.

You've been quiet all day.

All week.

Lots of work, been tired.

That's it, very tired.

I'm going to Colombia.

When are you going?

I leave tomorrow.

You never told me about this shit.

I know, that's why I'm telling you now.

Are you crazy?

- Cocaine, Miguel?
- Hey, keep it down.

But...

you've been so careful
in building everything we have.

Why do you want to do this now?

If I don't, someone else will.

- We're doing the presents!
- Come on.

Come on, honey.

Hold on, son, no, no.
The one from your mother first.

I think it's the bottom one.

There's a story
about a group of blind men

who come across an elephant.

I'm not sure why,
but that's not the point.

One of the blind men touches its trunk,
another pats its side,

another guy grabs the tail.

And they all think
that's what an elephant is.

Because they're too close,
they can't get the whole picture.

The DEA had been on Félix for months,

but turns out they were just blind guys
feeling up an elephant.

Perspective changes everything.

I think that's the point.

Well, that and a good wire tap.

Their phone guy
didn't just grab a single line.

The crafty bastard
did the entire exchange.

Every number that passed
through the Hotel Americas.

And the second the wire tap went up,

they started to truly understand
the Guadalajara cartel.

For the first time, they started
to see the whole fucking elephant.

All of the fifth floor.

Purchasing. A full-time secretary
to handle DFS bribes.

Scores of accountants.

Transpo.

All working toward a single goal:

the outflow of weed, the inflow of cash.

And overseeing it all from right there
in sunny Guadalajara,

our man Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo.

They called it Operation Padrino.
And what they discovered was staggering.

The sheer size. Payroll for field workers,
drivers, cops, enforcers.

Nearly a hundred code names
for politicians, small and large.

Then, payments for farm equipment, fuel,
real estate, even fucking strawberry soda.

But the most interesting news
was where he parked his cash.

Hey, Chief!

You know that Texas number
that keeps popping up on the fifth floor?

El Paso Savings and Trust.

Son of a bitch.

- Good old American dollars, boys.
- Makes sense.

We don't even cash our paychecks here
because the banks are so fucking sketchy.

- Stay on it.
- Will do.

- Can I see that?
- Yeah.

What's on the fifth floor?

The Wizard of Oz.

No. Just reading about that asshole.

You think he lies in bed at night
reading about you?

If he knows what's good for him.

He probably doesn't even know my name.

He will. One day.

Fucking A.

Um, Kikito has that choir thing tomorrow.

- Yeah, at 4:30.
- Mm-hmm.

You okay?

The girls and I are gonna start
carpooling together.

Help each other shopping, you know,
help each other with the kids.

- Yeah, that's good.
- Yeah.

- Strength by numbers, you know?
- Yeah, just for a week or two.

So this Wizard of Oz...
you gonna bust his ass?

Mm-hmm.

Getting closer every day.

Good.

You're gonna want to check this out.

Sir!

I was looking through
the transcripts this... last night.

Just cue it up here.

He's saying he's got to buy
new trucks for the upcoming harvest.

Our guy's not home?

Uh-uh.

But his checkbook is.
Sitting right there in his office.

How do we get our hands on it?

I can do it.

Well, let's talk
about how that might happen.

Well, you're probably
an expert on Colombian cocaine by now.

But in the early '80s,
it was only just making a name for itself.

And even in those early days,
it was already a tale of two cities.

Number one in the game
was the Medellín cartel,

making a lot of noise.

But coming up quickly
was a more discreet organization.

They called themselves
the Gentlemen of Cali.

Everybody else called them
the Cali cartel.

Escobar dominates
what's left of the Caribbean routes.

Fine. Let him have it.

Matta made this introduction
so that I can offer you something new.

Something safer and permanent.

Right now, we move weed easily
to any border city in the US.

Not sure if you guys are familiar
with the Sonora-Tijuana corridor.

It's all ours.

We bring in tons through there.

By land or sea, either way,
I can bring it in.

Now picture this:

Your cocaine...

and my distribution.

We will bring in more powder
than through the Bahamas.

Fucking American agents in Florida,

they'll be dumbfounded and won't even know
where it's coming from.

Yes, we know about your reputation.

What you've accomplished.

But this hand-off system of yours...

marijuana is one thing,
coke is another, no?

I don't really agree with that.

A market of $4 billion
versus whatever that shit makes.

What my partner means is that...

when things become more valuable...

trust comes at a higher price, no?

Yes, everything has a price,
and it must be paid, right?

Music to my ears.

Because it will be paid by you.

What the...?

Sorry?

The payoffs, middlemen...

all of that comes out of your end.

You'll have to excuse us, our friend here
is slow to warm up to new people.

It's okay, I agree.

We'll pay.

Sicilia Falcón still runs Tijuana.

He has
a lot of well-connected friends there.

In Mexico and the United States.

I have friends too. A lot.

Well, that's good.

But we know him...

and not you, so what do we do?

Where does he fit in all of this?

Out of everyone here, the one that
knows him best is my associate, right?

Tell them.

It's very simple.

Falcón can't move
the kind of weight you require.

I've known him for several years.

He's well liked in Tijuana, but...

but Falcón doesn't have what Félix has.

So you have to ask yourself, do you want
to move your coke through a straw

or a pipeline?

In only a matter of months,

Medellín will look tiny compared to you.

Let's see...

Do me a favor and imagine how comfortable
you and your brother's life will be...

when we start to move these amounts?

Come on.

You will be walking in the clouds.

I didn't come here to waste your time.

Go ahead and close the fucking deal,
I want to take her dancing.

Before Pachito here breaks more hearts.

Let's talk numbers.

It's a dream of mine, man.

My own business.

You should invest.
Get in on the ground floor.

What do you have to lose?

What do you know about running
a restaurant, Cochi?

Well, shit.

What's there to know?

Just have to do it.

Try it.

What the fuck?

- What kind of food you gonna have?
- Seafood, man.

Sinaloan style.

Gonna call it "The Crazy Lobster."

Sounds good.

Hey, ladies, get to work.

- Let's go.
- Hey, Chapito.

How's virginity treating you?

I pulled 3 women last night,
what the fuck.

- Three women?
- Cochiloco here is opening a restaurant.

- Yeah, The Crazy Lobster.
- What kind?

Sinaloan seafood, man.

Oh, spicy ceviche.

- That's right.
- Benjamín!

Move it!

Raise the door!

Quickly!

Quick!

You know who I am?

Who my family is?

Mr. Falcón.

What the fuck?

Indeed, Benjamín.

Take all of that.

Okay, assholes, take it out.

Assurances were given to me
by your associate in Guadalajara.

Promises were made,
which are now being broken. So you ask...

"What the fuck?"

- Look, you don't want to...
- Not a word, fuckers!

Starting today, no one, no one,
moves a dime of weed through my plaza.

No one!

Not even you.

Tell your brothers.

That's enough, guys.

Hurry.

Do that thing with the thing.

Hey!

Rafa, it's him.

You think you can fuck with my business?

Ah.

Rafa, you got my message?

Message, my ass.
You stole my dope, fucker!

Félix is moving on my entire business.
How else would I react?

What?

Your boss didn't tell you?

He's my partner, asshole, get it straight.

If you say so.

I heard Félix flew to Cali this morning
to fuck me over.

You as well, it sounds like.

Listen, don't you understand that cocaine
makes ten times the profit of marijuana?

Félix moving into coke
makes your sinsemilla useless.

Come on, partner.

Maybe you and I should work together.

Maybe you should shut your mouth,

and maybe I should
go get my fucking dope and gut you...

You fucking piece of shit peasant!

What's wrong with you?

- What did Amado do now?
- Did Félix go to Colombia?

If he gets involved with coke,
where does that leave us?

Calm down, who said this? Falcón?

Don't listen to that cocksucker.

Have a fucking beer.

I'll look into it.

When we land,
call Matta so he knows it went well.

I'm sure he already knows.

What the hell?

- Easy, I'm Miguel...
- Don't touch me!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Calm down!

- Calm down!
- Okay.

You okay?

Get comfortable, it's a long drive.

Who are you?

Boss wants to talk.

Where are we going?

To Medellín.

Nice sunglasses there.

Try them on, see how they look.

- Hello.
- Maria, look at you, beautiful as ever.

Miguel's not here.

He didn't say when he'd be back.

Days, maybe.

Okay.

If he calls, tell him we need to talk.

Hope you're well.

Wait.

Sit with me a minute?

So, Colombia. Rafa mentioned something,
but I wasn't sure it was true.

Lately you spend
more time with him than I do.

Why is he doing this?

Sometimes I feel like
I don't know him at all.

Félix is not a simple man, Maria.

We have trafficking in our blood.

Your father knew the game
as well as anyone.

I remember being
in the fields with my father.

He would do it so we could eat.

But look now, Neto.

Our children don't go hungry.

So what did he say?

"If I don't do it, someone else will."

And he will.

That guy is no fool.

Okay.

When he gets back, ask him to call me.

You'll see him before I do.

Take off your hat.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, he's shorter than you.

- But he is better looking.
- Yeah.

I don't know. Pretty close.

- Jaime?
- God damn it.

Anything feels off, you pull the plug.
All right?

Got some civilian clothes, son?

- Yes, sir.
- All right. Go get them.

Those guys are out.

All right, let's go.

You're good.

Thanks, Suzy.

Yeah, right over there.

Right here. Perfect.

Well, thanks for doing this, Suzy.

Be safe.

I will be.

Thank you.

You guys go up. I'm getting a drink
at the bar, I'll wait there.

Do I know you?

Emilio
Gómez Estrada. I work in agriculture.

You too?

No.

Good day.

Okay, kids, we have arrived.

Let's go.

Get out quickly, go!

Move it, sweetie!

Hey, what's up, Poison?

- How are you, Blackie?
- Look what I brought you.

Okay, let's do this.

You come with me.

And you stay here.

Come with me now.

Agh!

Um...

I need to... go in.

Bathroom...

water... floor...

Ah.

What's this?

Geez.

Wait here.

Okay.

Hippos.

You ever seen one before?

No.

I haven't had the pleasure in person.

They look sweet.

Like a baby, fat and bald.

But they're temperamental.

Get between it and something
it cares about, it will bite you in half.

Follow me.

Look, brother...

I've always believed
that the truth is best.

With friends, enemies, it doesn't matter,
I always speak the truth.

I expect the same from you.

So I will only ask once...

Why are you in Colombia?

I had a meeting
with the Cali organization.

We made a deal...

to move their product through Mexico.

Hmm.

You made a deal with Cali?

Yes.

Why them?

I was told you were temperamental.

That's right.

The thing is...

that represents a threat to me, right?

Yeah.

I agree.

If we're being honest,
this will put you out of business.

I could feed you to the hippos.

I don't like Mexicans.

If we're being honest.

If you wanted to kill me,
your men would have shot me on the road.

Hmm.

Marijuana is a soft product.

It doesn't hurt anyone.

For now, it's illegal,
but in the long run, it will be legalized.

But cocaine is another story.

It scares the Americans.

They believe it's destroying them.

Moving coke will bring you fame
that you can't hide from.

It will make you a target.

Yeah, I already know.

So then, why do it?

- If I don't do it, someone else will.
- Don't come at me with that bullshit.

Why do you want to do it?

When I was 22, I was in love.

My first wife...

she died of leukemia.

We have to control this fucking world.

Or it will control you.

And if you don't protect yourself,
it makes a mess and breaks you.

You are going to take one of our loads...

for every load of theirs.

Half Cali, half us.

And if something gets lost
on the way, brother...

it better be Cali's half.

This will arrive next week.

Are you ready for this?

We're ready.

It's settled then.

Hey...

would you have really fed me
to those hippos?

No.

Hippos...

don't like Mexicans either.

So what?

Do you want a drink or what?

Good.

And the payments from Tijuana?

You said Juárez.

You are fucking idiots.

God fucking damn it.

PERSONAL ACCOUNTS
MR. FELIX GALLARDO

Let's go to Cartagena, no?

Huh?

I want to see the ocean at night.

I didn't bring anything to swim with.

Me neither.

Come on, let's go.

You and me.

Right now.

Hey.

I brought you here for your contacts.

And because you are strong.

I want your advice, Isabella.

You were great today.

I can use you with my business.

I'm not working for free.

Nobody said that.

Think about what you want.

You need a new deal, Miguel.

It's one thing paying the police
to move Mexican dope all over the border,

but it's something else to turn Mexico
into a runway for Colombian coke.

If you haven't secured
a deal with the government

- before Escobar's coke arrives...
- Yeah, I know, this whole show crumbles.

I'm working on it.

Let's go.

Treasury says
they're moving upwards of 30 million

through these accounts every week.

That's good, right?

Look out, you slick-haired motherfucker.

I had a meeting with
the guys from Cali, then with Escobar.

Then it's true?

Yeah.

They're impressed with what we've built.

The money from cocaine
will change everything.

We made a good deal
that makes us stronger.

- Félix, don't be stupid.
- Rafa, Rafa, Rafa...

What?!

What we have here is stable.

It's working.

We have control.

And you just give it all away?

These hands...

grow the best weed in the world.

The best weed in the fucking world.

But we don't know shit about cocaine.

Really?

From what I've heard,
you're learning about it pretty quickly.

What's up, brother?

Why?

That's all I want to know.

What's up?

You're not going to stop it. The coke
is coming to Mexico, like it or not.

No, we can stop it
because we are in charge.

This is our shit!

And the Colombians...

we don't want to work for them
and be their delivery boys...

Mexico will be the only way left for
cocaine to come into the United States.

There's the market.

That's our future.

You want to be left out?

I'm sorry, brother...

but I'm against it.

That's fine.

We're moving forward with this.

I'm with Miguel Ángel on this.

That shit is the devil.

You understand where he's coming from?

Yes.

He cares more about some fucking plants
than real business.

He's an artist.

A pain in the ass.

This is a gamble. You know that.

Yeah, well, to be the richest man
in Mexico, you have to risk a little.

Okay.

I'll take Rafa back to Tijuana
to get his weed back.

Put his head right.

I don't give a shit about the load.

It's not right.

Falcón chasing us out of Tijuana
looks bad,

especially with what you've got going on.

It's the wrong time to lose the plaza.

That's fine. Go on ahead.

You're right.

Miguelito.

Yeah.

Better make sure things work out.

I'll take care of it.

Jaime, it's
D.C. Administrator Mullen on the phone.

Thank you, Suzy.

Sir, how are you?

Jaime, it's been awhile.
Sounds like you've been busy down there.

You don't know how true that is.
Did you read the Félix Gallardo report?

I did. It's a hell of a read.
Very impressive work.

Well, thank you, sir.

Made a lot of noise around here,
if you want to know the truth.

I suppose that was the plan.

Look, uh...

your team's dealing
with a tough situation.

And I know that, believe me.

You've been given a job to do
and no tools to do it with.

But our mission
doesn't always get priority.

Damn near never, in fact.

Forcing a confrontation on corruption
isn't a play the State Department

or the folks up here
are comfortable with right now.

- Sir?
- There are other factors involved.

Or so I'm told.

Other factors?

Yeah, debt payment for one.

Wall Street pumped
a shit ton of money into PEMEX

before the whole oil thing went belly-up.

All due respect, sir, I'm more concerned
about my three men and their exposure...

Look, sir...

what's happening down here, it's serious.

Someone has got to start paying attention.

He's on the phone with D.C.

Yes, sir.

No, yeah, I... I do understand that. I do.

Sorry, Jaime.

Sir.

Is this something that will make me happy?

I doubt it, sir.

It's from the desk
of the Attorney General's office.

It's what the Americans
have been doing in Guadalajara.

What the fuck?

Okay, how big you want it, kiddo?

Big as a pan.

Big as a pan.

Your eyes are bigger
than your stomach.

Do I know you?

Heard of this name?

No.

These are the best I've ever made.

Look how perfect they are.

Billy, help your sister.

No, wait! What are you doing...

I swear to God,
if you don't take those out...

Get down! Get down!

Come here! Sweetie, get down! Get down!

Okay, stay here. Don't move. Be quiet.

Be quiet. Be... Right there. Right there.

I got it. I got it. Okay.

Shh, shh.

We talked to his wife.

Kiki.

It ain't your fault.

It's our fault.

Our people gave him up.

I told him we wouldn't, but, uh...

but we did.

What about Knapp?

Moved to a safehouse.

Rita and the kids are pretty shook up.

They're sending him home.

Our guy takes a fucking shot,
and he gets sent packing.

It's the embassy's call.
Regulations. You know the drill.

Yeah, but they're not sending
a replacement. That's not the drill.

What the fuck are we doing here?

We're way out in front
and nobody's behind us.

Yeah? We gave 'em everything.

Account numbers, balances,
the whole thing. They don't give a shit.

We use that report a different way.

Those accounts in Texas,
Félix holds them under a fake name.

That right there is what?
It's bank fraud, wire fraud...

Shit, racketeering?

We get him up there.

'Cause fuck here. Fuck Mexico.

We lure him across the border.

Arrest him in America.

Cuff that motherfucker ourselves.

Okay.

You got any ideas how we do that?

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