All language subtitles for Narcos.Mexico.S02E04.1080p.NF.WEBRip.DDP5.1.x264-NTG

No liquids.

This goes through.

Go ahead.

Hello, Neto.

Look.

Brought you this in case you already
drank all the other ones I sent.

I don't like this shit.

Can we talk?

I know why you're here. They got Zuno.

In the States.

He talks, you're done.

Yeah?

What else have you heard?

That...

the plazas are restless.

Trouble at the top makes room
for new blood.

Some you know, some you don't.

You were right about Camarena.

It really fucked up everything.

And now you want my help.

Know the thing about prison?

You're never alone.

But it always feels like you are.

You sit in your fancy house...

with your trophy wife,
with that monkey, Azul...

You've got all these people around you...

but the truth is you've got no one.

'Cause you chose a bunch
of dirtbag lawyers and politicians

- over your friends.
- Yeah?

Since then, I don't solve your problems.

What do you want me to do,
ask your forgiveness?

I did what I had to do, you know that.

Must be tiring, convincing yourself
you're the good guy.

I made a deal with the Gulf.

Wow.

You got Guerra to move into coke?

Yeah.

And I'm going to use it to force
the Colombians to pay us in product.

So we can move into retail.

You and your fucking plans.

Neto, are you listening?
We're going to be selling over there.

When I'm done,
I'll be the most powerful man in Mexico,

and I promise to get you out of here.

But I can't with that fucking American
still choking me.

He really got to you.

I need it to go away.

Okay.

Here's what you should do.

You're gonna turn yourself in
to the Americans.

Turn myself in.

It's easy.

Walk right up to Uncle Sam and say,
"I surrender."

That's it.

You've gotta give the Americans
what they want.

And if they want you, you're fucked.

This will never end.

Never.

So get your ass into an American prison
'cause, if you get done in Mexico,

I've got a feeling you'll end up in a cell
right next to mine.

And when the animals in here,

like Rafa, come to cut you open...

I'll make sure they go nice and slow.

So we'll do it in Panama.
I'll set the meeting with the Colombians.

I'll get Noriega to send security.

Type of thing that'll impress Colombians.

That's a good idea.

I'm very much looking forward

to seeing you wipe the smug looks
off those sons of bitches' faces.

So sometime next week?

I hope it's taken care of by then.

Hope what's taken care of?

Your problem.

In America.

Zuno.

Yeah. I'm on it.

All right, then.

But, Félix, have you heard
about this thing with Matta's plane?

The plane was shot down
over the Nicaraguan jungle.

Indications are it was connected
to the CIA.

The weapons were headed to the Contras
battling the communist Sandinistas.

The downing of the plane
has raised questions in Washington

about a possible secret arms deal.

You know what, Azul?

Tell that idiot Matta
I want to meet right now.

Go on, then.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

A little to the left. A little more.
There it is.

Lower, lower, lower.

I'll warn you. Lower, lower, lower.

We can fill up three or more of those.

- Three?
- Yeah.

We'll have to hire
a shitload of people then.

No problem. Acosta waves his finger,
shit gets done.

Respect and fear go a long way.

So we store the coke there?

Yeah.

Can't bust what they can't see.

What now?

Who the fuck is this?

Fuck me. Acosta's gringa.

How are you, love?

Is this going to be a problem?

I'll handle it.

A fucking tax, Palma?

To use the Tijuana plaza?

When the time is right,
I'll talk to Félix, get him to lift it.

They kick us in the balls,
and we sit here and do nothing?

For now, we pay it.

And adjust our volume through the ports.

- Look, Palma, I got an idea...
- You're not an idea guy, Chapito.

Have you made sure all the trucks
are running well?

Done.

Very good.

Follow me, please.

Nice place.

Thank you for seeing me.

So how are you?

I've got 200 kilos of coke I want you
to help me move over the border.

Who sold them to you?

Cali?

They're not the only ones that have coke.

My brothers would kill you
if they found out...

Benjamín already knows.

I see they don't tell you everything.

Their mistake.

Oh, really?

We start with this load, then expand.

Move a ton a month, our way.

- If Félix finds out...
- He comes after me.

You hide in Benjamín's shadow.

Félix pushes your family around,
but what's he delivered?

Seizures are up.

I hear he hasn't even paid you.

He was done
the second he killed that DEA agent.

I offer you the future.

Your own supply.

Look...

you've asked twice.

My family's patience has run out.

I suggest you leave Tijuana. Now.

I thought you were the brains
behind your brothers.

What'd you expect?

Turn my back on my family
because we're both women?

Why not?

Come in.

I'll make room.

I'm not a bath guy.

Hey, watch it!

My boots!

What do you think about Amado?

He's different than you, that's for sure.

Yes.

They all are now.

Game's changing.

Passing you by?

No.

Pissing me off.

Maybe it's time to stop.

That why you came out here?

To tell me I've had enough?

You do what you want, Pablo. I know that.

And you?

You've got this way of getting me
to do what you want.

Like I could tell Pablo Acosta what to do.

Hey! I said quit it!

Not with the boots on, no!
No, Pablo, no! Please!

There!

Always get your way.

If you stopped working...

there'd be more baths and less runways.

Smell better, for sure.

They don't respect me.

Palma thinks I'm a joke,
won't listen to my ideas.

Fucking tired of it.

Language, Joaquín.

Sorry, Ma.

"Do this, drive here, shoot him..."

Like a child.

You've always been strong, son.

You used to take a beating
from your father

so your brothers and sisters
didn't have to.

Know why?

Because you're different.

You surprise people, Joaquín.

They underestimate you.

You're a protector.

Always looking out for your own.

But who protects you, my little lion?

You, Ma.

Who else?

Cochi?

Our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Was gonna say that next.

He came from nothing, like you, son.

Turn to Him for answers.

And He'll help you build
your kingdom, too.

You were in Honduras?

Building another school.

You should try it.

- It's good for the soul.
- I'm sure.

Feeling guilty about all those M16s
you've been sending south?

I just carry the guns.

These other assholes shoot them.

You have any issues with that plane
that got shot down?

Some, in the States.

I'm confident it'll blow over.

I need to talk with your friends
in the CIA.

The people who want to arrest you?

- The DEA and CIA aren't the same.
- You can't trust them.

They'll have you on a direct flight
to the States before you can say a word.

Not when they see how much money I have
for their Nicaraguan friends.

You want to buy their help.

Yes.

Walk right up to Uncle Sam...

and give him what he wants.

Untraceable cash.
They love that, don't they?

How much did I give them last time?

Two million?

What if I give them ten this time?

Just to start.

CIA's nothing if not opportunistic.

But you'll have to be careful, Félix.

You killed one of them.

They don't forget that.

Then I'll make them forget.

What the hell are we doing here?

I bought it.

You bought this warehouse?

Come.

This way.

Look that way.

See the border?

- Yes.
- See that house?

With the green roof?

Yeah, I see it.

Bought that one, too.

You bought that dump?

It's 442 meters from here to that house.

And I'm gonna connect them.

I'm going to build a tunnel, Cochi.

You're going to build a tunnel under
the U.S. border, from here to there?

This is your big idea?

That's right.

All the fancy shit they got
to keep us out...

planes, cameras, fences...

still one place the gringos never look.

You've fucking lost your mind.

Think about it, man.

This... protects us from everything.

From the brothers, the tax,
and U.S. Customs.

All of it, Cochi.

What'd Palma say?

Doesn't want to listen to my ideas.

So I'm gonna build it and show him after.

He'll come on board when he sees it.

Come on, man.
You didn't make it past the third grade.

How the fuck are you gonna build
a 400-meter tunnel?

No, brother.

I love you, but we're hitters.

That's what we do.

Not forever.

Guess we're building a fucking tunnel.

Let's do it.

We'll start today.

Follow me.

Mr. Félix Gallardo.

Relax.

He's just going to pat him down.

All right. Follow me.

It's okay.

Hand me that.

I'll be back.

How goes it?

Well, it's going, sir.

I wasn't sure we'd pull it off,
but here we are.

Of course.
I found the best contractor in Tijuana!

Run!

Come out!

Come out! Come out!

What the fuck happened?

And Juan?

Where's Juan?

Wait! Where are you taking me?

To the airplane.

No, no. No way I'm getting in there.

I'd rather talk out here.

He's traveling through,
about to take off in ten minutes.

I'm not getting aboard.

You talk on the plane, or not at all.

Take a seat. I'll translate.

He said you have to stop meeting
in the jungle like this.

It's an unfortunate event.

Tell him I've got what he needs in here.

What?

What's he saying? Wait!

Will you translate? What's he saying?

Wait! Put that down!

Tell him to open it!

There's something in here you need.

Open it.

Tell him to open it!

Of the routes I'll use
to fly your guns through the region.

One of Matta's planes was shot down,
correct?

And your Congress knows about it?

How long before that comes back to Matta?

How long before your whole arms program
here is torched because of it?

I'll take over his entire organization.
It will be mine.

I'll make sure you'll continue
to get your guns and money.

But I'll hide them
in one of my shell companies.

See what I'm getting at?

The investigation won't matter.

Imagine: New routes, new airstrips.

Your program goes on,
and no one will know.

Exactly.

What did he say?

That's good.

So do we have a deal?

Wait, wait! The DEA, I understood.

The DEA worries me a lot.

This is the deal:

I take care of this,
you take care of the DEA.

The CIA can manage that, right?

Bro... it's over.

Chapo. No point digging him out
of a perfectly good grave.

We need to get the hell out of here.

I don't give a fuck.
He's blocking my tunnel.

We have to see the signs.

We can't keep going.

Chapo, is that Juan?

This is the sign, Cochi.

He who perseveres, conquers.

Appreciate you coming back to Juárez,
Pablo. I mean it.

Gave me no choice, Dopey.

All a man's got is his word, no?

Hello, love.

Hello, gorgeous.

- How are you?
- Hi, Amado.

That's how you greet a lady?

Hello, Mimi.

He didn't know I was coming, did he?

Thought you two
could get to know each other.

Besides, who doesn't like surprises?

Isn't he a pain in the ass?

Time for a smoke.

Just gotta add a little something,
so it's nice and perfect.

Mind smoking that outside, hon?

That's fine.

I'll just fuck off for a bit.

Amado...

You know as well as I,
Pablo doesn't wanna be here.

I think it's time he settles down.

Are you trying to get him killed?

You know people don't retire
in our line of work.

Yeah, well, Pablo's not most "people."
You know that.

You just here to put that nonsense
in his head?

He gets to come home for good,
and you get to run Juárez.

And I don't have to watch him
risk his life for this bullshit anymore.

You got some balls. I mean...

I know what you mean.

He pisses me off.

But yeah, I like him.

Well...

Look, I'm just trying to look out for him.
To protect him.

I could use your help.

Look, Mimi...

if Pablo decides to get out...

I can't protect him from Félix.

Not you, not anybody.

You want him safe?
Then we have to keep him in Juárez.

It's the only way.

Understand?

I'll do what I can.

Don't worry, boss.

We'll figure it out.

Sergio.

Your friend, what's he like?

He's a piece of shit. But at this point...

Set it up.

You got it.

Why are you up? Can't sleep?

Five a.m. roll call in prison
right about now.

You look the same.

Well, maybe a little more tired,
but the same.

Gee, thanks.

Yeah.

Well, it's tiring
trying to protect this family.

Try sitting in prison.

Then talk to me about "protecting family."

You regret it?

Yes.

Can't get back the time I lost.

But... it was my call, no?

Not Benjamín's. Or Ramón's.

Mine.

Must be nice making your own choices.

It's become more apparent to me that...

all we've got are the choices we make.

Sergio didn't mention you were so pretty.

Nice to meet you. Please, join me.

Thank you, that's all.

Sit. Would you like anything to drink?

No, thank you.

How can I help you?

I hear you've got a six-figure debt
at the tracks.

Well, yeah...

I pick winners on occasion.

Well, I've got product
that can pay it off.

Just need you to move it.

Moving coke without the brothers'
approval? That's a big risk.

Split's 60/40.

Fair, considering you need me.
And the money.

Forty percent?

We've got a deal.

But I'd like to get to know you
better first...

and then I'll move your coke.

I've got a shower in the back
big enough for the both of us.

Who the fuck are you?

Hello.

Think you could make a deal in my town
without me knowing?

And with this piece of shit?

Enedina, she came to me.

You ever been shot in the nuts, Nieves?

I understand it's the most painful thing
you can do to a man.

They explode... like grapes.

A bullet in each of them
if you step out on us again.

Is that clear, man?

Absolutely.

Take her.

Let go of me!

Fuck, Enedina!

I told you to leave Tijuana.

You obviously don't know me.

I'll move your coke.

But make no mistake...

I call the shots.

All right, let's do it.

Hey, hold up, hold up.

You built that?

Honestly, I didn't think you could do it.

But you still stuck by me.

I'm gonna need people like you.

Half a fucking tunnel,
and you think you're a boss.

Fucking Chapo.

Shit.

Shut that off.

What's up, Palma?

Hey, Palma.

Welcome to my tunnel.

I call it "Cocaine Alley."

"Cocaine Alley..."

Boss, we move the coke through here
instead of the port,

and we save a lot of dough.

Fuck.

This is good work, Chapito.

What're you assholes waiting for?

Get to fucking work. Dig!

Your nephew shared your name with them.

If the Americans didn't know
what a piece of shit you were,

they do now.

We need to make sure the party
still supports you.

So, what do we do?

DRUG BARON MATTA BALLESTEROS
CAPTURED IN HONDURAS

COMMANDER
FEDERAL JUDICIAL POLICE