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Never forget the faces of the men in these caskets.

From now on, we have two missions:

To bring back peace to Sonora's people

and make sure these men's sacrifices weren't in vain.

The enemy thinks they can break us. We're going to prove them wrong.

Show them the navy never retreats, or surrenders!

My brother knew you loved him.

It'll help him rest in peace.

The attack on the barracks and the truck explosion may both be defeats.

The cowards snuck up on us, but we'll prove our worth.

Mourn your brother...

but remember, we have a war to win.

You guys. Come here.

-What are you doing? -Are you a soldier?

-No, we're the navy. -Why aren't you at sea?

The desert's more turbulent than the sea right now.

Gotta catch all the bad men living here.

All my friends want to be in the Contra, but I want to be in the navy.

Aye, Captain.

Fucking Yankee. Explain what happened to the shipment.

It was confiscated. A total loss.

Fuck me!

-You didn't lose it, you gave it away! -No.

Sir, look,

I have all this technology, and we still had no clue!

Dumbass.

You just sat there.

Weren't you gonna team up with the gringos?

And the navy? To prevent this?

Yes, and the Contra is cornered. Cara Sucia is hiding.

Cornered, and yet look!

He fucked up your cargo.

You know how much we're losing each week? Millions.

You're right, sir. This alliance isn't working.

This project was your idea.

It's not pulling through. Offer solutions, not problems!

Look, sir, don't worry.

I'll handle it.

I'll fucking smoke him with my own hand.

That's what you should be doing.

If you can't resolve Sinaloa's problem, I'll get someone more capable.

That someone will replace you, even if I piss off my partners!

Let it be clear.

Hey, Mom, I'm hungry.

Look.

-Whoa, is that Uncle Ted? -Looks good, right?

-Yeah, Mom. -Congratulate him later.

-When's he coming, Mom? -He won't be long, dear.

-The navy's frontal assault isn't working. -That's obvious.

We have to figure out how to end this massacre.

Don't beat around the bush, Del Toro. Do you have an idea?

I've got a plan.

A plan that benefits us all. But we should discuss it in person.

I'll head to Culiacán after the press conference. How's that?

Be careful. Don't forget, we have plenty to lose.

Of course not.

We need to finish this war.

I'd rather not spill blood.

Are you certain?

-Our army uses these? -Yes, sir.

They're manufactured in America, but data shows they were sold in Arizona.

-What are we waiting for? Track them. -We can't, sir.

We need the gringos' help.

Welcome to Channel 6 News, my name is Leticia Moreno.

Today, we've gathered the most relevant national and international news.

The Contra aggressors have been using US manufactured weapons,

such as precision sniper rifles like the M110 SASS.

Authorities believe that these weapons came from Arizona.

Both the federal government and the navy attended the press conference.

In the barracks attack, as well as in the camp shootout,

we realized the criminals were using very sophisticated weaponry.

Mr. Prosecutor, any idea where they got them?

Behave, please.

According to our investigation, Arizona.

What we don't know is how they crossed the border.

-Dear, what's wrong, sweetie? -I'm okay, Dad.

No,

you're not okay, darling.

This...

is not anyone's fault.

These are the trials of life.

No,

he was the only one who loved me, and I'll never see him again!

No.

Don't say that.

I love you with all my heart, I'll make sure you're safe.

Please, sweetie.

The kids are with Brayan, they're waiting to congratulate you.

Well, look after them. Bye-bye.

...they're just the girls heading out to work.

Have the boys watch Día y Noche tightly.

No one from the Contra ever shows up there.

Cara Sucia always comes back. And I want to know when he does.

PHOEBE: MUST MEET UP ASAP. WHERE AGREED. URGENT. LEAVING NOW.

NAVY

-Everyone knows something. Push them more. -Yes, sir.

Agent! I asked you to come here because I think I have some use for you this time.

Lieutenant Salas investigated where the Contra's weapons came from.

We learned that their batch number traces back to an Arizona gunsmith.

They were stolen by a local gang.

We need someone in Tucson to investigate.

I'll handle that.

I hope the investigation stops you from treating every passerby as a criminal.

Listen, Agent.

My methods are harsh, but effective. I won't change them.

They've haven't been exactly effective so far.

Excuse me.

If that gringo doesn't step things up, we'll lose cash.

Sure, man, but you know things can't be fixed overnight.

That's a bad explanation for our Colombian suppliers and Chicago clients.

He's here. Come in!

How'd it go with the navy, Mr. Prosecutor?

People have had enough. They want them to fuck off.

From our perspective, the only reason they're there is because you screwed up.

They won't leave until they fulfill their mission, right?

That's why I'm here.

-I have a proposal to make. -Shoot.

The only solution... is for you and the Contra to share territory.

-Holy shit! Is that it? A tie? -No.

A permanent truce.

You think the governor and Cara Sucia are going to accept that deal?

I can convince them.

The governor pulls the navy out while Cara Sucia

will have to eat shit and comply.

I won't negotiate with a traitor.

That bastard doesn't know loyalty or honor! He's a fucking animal!

Listen, Mr. Botas.

I thought you were a businessman, looking out for himself.

That "proposal" doesn't interest me. And let me just say,

the only way to end this fucking war is with the death of that bastard!

NATIONAL HUMAN RIGHTS COMMISSION DISPUTES MILITARY CODES

-Why the rush? Everything okay? -Let's talk inside, yeah?

All right, let's go.

We made a mistake,

we didn't sell guns to Michoacán self-defense groups.

Who gives a shit?

Whoever it was, paid you good money. So?

The Contra got them.

-The second shipment? -Canceled.

-You sold guns to my enemies? -Look,

-they tricked us! Olaf and Sonny-- -Do they know it was you?

No. That guy has no idea about us.

Canceled when?

-A few hours ago. -Where are the guns?

Stored away. I have no idea what to do with them.

Olaf and Sonny are looking to handle the buyer.

Sell them.

What?

-I need you to sell them the guns. -Are you being serious?

Yeah.

Now tell us all you know, whore.

Who do you work for?

Nobody.

I'm just a waitress.

Don't play dumb.

Let go, please.

All right, bitch. Look at me!

You people killed my man.

Each one of you is going to pay for that.

I had nothing to do with it!

Suit yourself.

We can stay here for as long as necessary until you tell the truth.

Either way...

seems you enjoy getting roughed up.

I've been waiting here like a dumbass!

Pardon me, Mr. Prosecutor.

I was running some errands.

Any Cara Sucia stuff?

Botas rejected your proposal?

The verdict's out.

He wants Cara Sucia dead. He doesn't want to negotiate.

Holy shit...

If that's what he wants,

then we have to do something drastic. And soon.

Tomorrow, if possible.

What the fuck do you mean?

If he wants Cara Sucia dead...

then Cara Sucia has to die, right?

Want your coffee black?

Is Gonzalo gonna keep seeing that loon?

Yeah. Truth is,

he's a lot better. That guy helped out a lot.

I think I'm going to stop taking him.

How are you doing with your "single, no-compromise" life?

-You're having fun, right? -Oh, yeah.

We've been over this.

It's more convenient that way.

Everything we do is for convenience.

But our love is intact.

Yeah?

I'm with you there.

Who are you? What do you want?

To talk to Vice Admiral Aldrete.

Vice Admiral, the troublemakers from city hall want to see you.

Come in.

I want you to stay.

I barely had any time to see you.

-I want to be with you some more. -Me too, me too.

But you've got important stuff to do and so do I.

Hey.

Listen, I was thinking. Hear me out, don't shrug it off.

Why not... go on vacation?

Olaf can do your job so you can be with the kids.

Was it not Olaf that sold guns to your enemies?

I'm not tired.

You have nothing to worry about.

Seriously.

Are we good?

We are where we are, Malcolm.

How's that?

I mean-- So, where are we?

I mean, you go your way, and I go mine.

We'll support each other till the end.

I'm going now.

I'll miss you.

Evening, officer.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-Can I start taking photos? -Go ahead.

We're here to talk on behalf of your subordinates' victims.

Victims?

What victims?

We only go after criminals.

You have been abusing people, shamelessly.

What people are you talking about?

Those executed by the navy, those missing...

those tortured.

We have proof of human rights violations you systematically commit.

Do not threaten me, lady.

Do as you wish. We are only doing our job.

But, please...

You want people to believe that? So you can cover your tracks?

Listen, ma'am,

at times there are people in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That's war.

So, our dead are just collateral damage to you?

You get the link?

Good. You can track them down.

What's up, Aurora?

If you don't send me the graphics soon, I won't be able to send them to design.

Give me a few minutes. I've gotta go over something.

Shit!

-Yankee. -Where's the van?

It hasn't crossed the border yet. We have time.

We're gonna need more people.

-You ready? -Yeah.

Guns are in the truck.

And Gamberro?

Said he'd drop by his house and hurry back. It won't be long.

Where is she?

Are the kids with Ted?

Leave me with her.

Never thought I'd see you again.

Mrs. Moriarty.

Congratulations!

I can tell business is thriving, your family doing well.

Yeah! Can't complain. So, what can I help you with, Officer?

Do you now intend to infiltrate the art world?

We followed the trail of some guns

that were used to attack a navy barracks in Sonora.

A lot of the clues lead us here.

"Clues" because there's no proof, correct?

Oh, no, there's proof.

The guns fell into the hands of a terrorist group.

Do you know how the government handles terrorists,

Mrs. Moriarty?

I'll make a suggestion.

Play ball with us.

Or else, you'll end up in jail, and your kids in social services.

Come in.

Good evening.

What the fuck are you doing here?

My information may interest you, Mr. Prosecutor.

Did they fall asleep fast?

Sorry, Ted. I didn't even say hello.

How'd it go with your award? Congratulations!

Nothing exceptional.

What about you? How was Mexico?

Malcolm congratulates you. He's proud of you, too.

What's wrong? That look on your face...

Exhaustion.

No...

something's up.

I can tell. So what is it?

I'm being extorted, Phoebe. They want a million dollars.

Who's extorting you? Why?

Does it still hurt?

You're mixed up in this mess, man.

...they shut us up.

'Sup, mami?

Are you lost?

Looking for work?

Remember me?

Friend of Fidelia. The tattoo artist.

No, but tell me what you need anyway.

You see,

with everything going on, my dealer's vanished...

I'm in bad shape.

I'm having withdrawals. Can you help me out?

Fucking bitch. So? What do you got for me?

Are you the boss around here?

I heard Cara Sucia's in charge here.

Bullshit. I'm the boss here.

Bu tell me, what are you looking for?

Look...

Okay, so...

-So, you stole your friend's app idea? -I didn't steal it.

I did take advantage of it,

but he didn't mind, him being busy and all.

Is he blackmailing you?

I don't know.

If not him, then who could it be?

It's all been texts...

from an unknown, unregistered number.

No. You're not paying anything.

Let's see what we can do, okay?

Boss!

Hold fucking still!

Boss!

Let fucking go.

Here, got you a gift.

So, you been looking for me, blondie?

Come here, cutie. Hold her.

Fuck.

Hello.

Yeah.

Fuck, right now?

All right, it's okay. I'm going over there.

-Get off. -I've gotta go. Alone.

And the Colombian guy with the guns, boss?

You tend to him, okay?

Tend to the girl, too.

-I'll let you borrow her. -You son of a bitch!

-Over here, damn it! -Let go of me! Let me go!

-Settle the fuck down! -Let me go!

No! No!

They're 500 meters away. Over there.

-Ready? -Yeah.

Let's go!

'Sup?

-Thought you'd leave me hanging. -No way, Serch.

-How you doing? -Good.

Hey, Cara Sucia had to haul ass out of here.

-I was munching on an empanada. -Bon appetit!

-Okay, boys. Everything there? -Everything.

-What's that for? -Well, you never know. Hey...

for such good service, we've got a tip for you.

Cool. Let's see.

Guys.

-Got my appetite back. -You like?

Perfect.

All yours.

Take the girl.

No...

Let's go!

Let's go.

-Look for Cara Sucia. -Yes, sir.

Motherfuckers!

Another scandal has got people talking about the navy,

as reporter Paco Cantú photographed the arrest of waitress Diana de la Holla,

then later, photographed her body, implying torture.

There's your "collateral damage,"

Vice Admiral?

-Was it or was it not the navy? -We can't jump to conclusions.

My reports show the impeccable work of the navy with several casualties.

What can you say about the photographs?

Well, there must be an explanation behind this murder.

Vice Admiral Aldrete has just told us

Diana de la Holla was released the day following her arrest.

Fuck yeah! That's right!

Go get her! Go, go!

Nice one, damn!

Let's go, fuckers!

Come on!

Leave that motherfucker to me!

What's up, you bastard?

You sleepy?

Subtitle translation by Ana G. González Meade