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Not moving too fast for you, am I?

You want to take Félix Gallardo down?

Testify.

Take immunity.

You could do it from a courtroom.

You may not value my life, but I do.

How's it work?

The money from Félix?

You on a regular payroll?

Or you just take a pinch out of the envelopes he has you deliver?

What was your name again?

No ticket home for us three if he starts talking.

Your brothers' agreement with the Sinaloans has ended.

It leaves us with an opportunity.

By using your family's infrastructure, routes,

we piggyback our loads through customs.

And once the product clears the border? Arrives in the States?

Then what?

We use your drivers.

And how long till that gets back to my brothers? Just like that.

What do you have in mind, boss?

We do this? We do it right.

And we do it our way.

Work in Tijuana's hard to find.

No one knows that better than the gringos.

A recruiting agency based in San Diego has an office in Tijuana,

which sponsors women for work visas.

The gringos place them in jobs across the border.

They earn American wages for cleaning hotel rooms.

Houses.

Offices.

These women cross the border on foot every morning,

looking for a chance to better their lives.

And the company takes advantage of that.

They pick them up,

shuttle them back at the end of a long shift,

and in return, take a piece of their earnings.

Company's end is 84%.

Because with 20 American dollars in their pocket,

who's going to complain?

It's more than these women will ever make in Mexico.

So your plan's to bribe your way into this company?

I bought it last week.

I run the books for my brothers.

Seemed like a nice addition to our "holdings."

Starting tomorrow, our girls are taking home full wages.

On top of the $500 more to move our coke.

Mules.

You say these women cross daily on foot.

How much could they possibly carry?

Figure, half-a-pound a girl.

But 35,000 people cross the San Ysidro bridge every day.

We have employed 700 of them.

That's 350 pounds...

each day.

Any other questions?

Close it.

Get in that one.

Not leaving any shit behind this time? Goat or something?

If only you had some common sense.

Just a little bit.

You would've turned that pig into carnitas.

What a waste.

Already had as much Sinaloan shit as we could swallow.

Bet your brother could teach you how to swallow more hog.

What the fuck did you say?

Behave yourselves, ladies!

Good luck stuffing all that coke into a raft. Motherfuckers.

Get some men to follow them, make sure they leave the city.

Need to hire more fucking guys.

We're not making our quota.

Amado! The boss wants you.

Hello. Hello?

Hey! Let me know if Acosta calls back.

No, not Acosta. The boss-boss.

From Guadalajara.

But according to Amado, we have to build.

I think about four...

Look at this guy.

Should write up a citation.

Where's your hard hat, man?

Fucks up my hair.

What's up, Félix?

Was giving him an update on all our progress.

Things are going well.

We're doing all right.

Acosta was here all day yesterday.

Want me to get him on the phone?

I didn't come to see him.

I came here to talk to you.

- All right, then. - Good to meet you, sir.

Anything you ever need in Juárez, let me know.

Thank you, comandante.

Great.

I always liked construction sites.

Seeing things being built.

You checking up on me, or what?

What do you think of him?

- Aguilar? - Yeah.

He's smart, ambitious...

a real piece of shit.

But half of the cops here owe him their jobs.

- Yeah. - And he knows everyone, right?

Yeah.

Good, he can keep an eye on this while you're away.

We're going on a trip.

Where the fuck to?

Panama. Let's go.

So you gonna tell me? What the fuck is in Panama?

Yeah. A meeting with the Colombians. I want you there.

Why Panama?

Neutral territory.

I made a deal with Juan Nepomuceno Guerra. The Gulf is joining the Federation.

The old man's going to be there.

I'll explain the Colombians' future to them.

From now on, they pay us in product.

That puts us in their business.

That's the idea.

Over the next six months,

they'll get pushed out of the retail cocaine business in America.

The Colombians are no longer in charge, man.

It's my turn.

What the fuck are you talking about?

If I control the path to market,

they won't have a choice.

With Matta in prison,

someone will have to take control of transportation, right?

We will run our own fleet of planes.

You'll be in charge of the whole operation.

You wanted to know why you're here. There it is. Congratulations.

We'll build runways in Chiapas, Veracruz.

We refuel there, then drop the shit off in Juárez.

Which becomes our main distribution hub.

I told you it was important.

The fucking Colombians will work for us now.

The money coming in,

it makes us untouchable.

How long you been working on this?

My whole life.

We'll control this business, from Bogotá to New York.

Escobar, Cali, the fucking PRI...

they will all fall in line.

This transforms us.

You ready for that?

You bet I'm ready.

Look at you.

I sometimes thought you would back out on me.

Why would I back out?

Sir, we are about to land.

Thanks, darling.

Those guys will be at the hotel in an hour.

The old man and his nephew are meeting us there.

Good work.

'Mon!

What?

You okay?

You seen Ramón today?

In one of his moods.

Got a call. They told me he was in the park again.

Ramón's not the one I worry about. He's fine.

You should be happy we got those Sinaloans out of the warehouse this morning.

Should've seen their faces, packing up their shit.

Couldn't handle the tax, I guess.

- Yeah, impressive. - Yeah.

Don't forget Mom has that doctor's appointment at 4:00.

Make sure someone's there to take her.

You can't take her?

You have a date or something?

- Yeah, Benjamín. - What?

That cute guy from the café finally asked me out.

- Mr. Félix. - Yeah.

The boss will be up shortly.

Good. I'll let my associates know. Thank you.

Excuse me. Everybody out, let's go. All of you.

We have to go, man.

- Let me work. - We have to go now.

Almost done.

Don't take long.

Hey, are you done?

Almost, sir.

Never know who's listening. Better to be certain.

Yeah.

I'm sure it is. Need to be on your toes.

It's a good spot to hide a camera.

Let's see.

All right, then. Think you're done here.

I handle security. This is my normal routine.

Excuse me, sir.

Good luck with your meeting.

What's your name?

Salcedo.

We're done, right?

Reception.

Connect me to Nepomuceno Guerra's room, please.

There's no one under that name checked into the hotel, sir.

Okay, wait.

And Juan Ábrego, do you have that name?

One moment.

We missing someone?

Looks like you were expecting company.

No. No, just us. Drink?

Guess somebody was mistaken.

Well, then...

You said you had something important to discuss.

I hope so. I had to rearrange a lot of shit to be here.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Right.

Well, I almost forgot.

I also have something to tell you.

We've made a deal with one of your countrymen.

He's gonna be moving powder for us too.

He's a real old-timer.

Like fucking Al Capone or something.

Family's big in heroin, but that's changing.

Thanks to me.

He's called...

Juan Nepomuceno Guerra.

Ever heard of him?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've heard of him.

Don't worry. It doesn't affect our arrangement.

Far as I'm concerned,

there's room for everyone.

Mexico is a big country.

Right?

Yes.

So, what do you guys want?

We're going to need you to send us more product.

That's why we're here.

Still having problems keeping your people happy?

Making payroll can be tough.

How much?

As much as you can put together.

Well, let's see.

If we really tried,

in a few months we could...

put together, say, 65,000 kilos.

That's what, 70 tons? More or less.

That's good.

That's good.

But you know the deal.

Once that shit leaves Colombia, you're responsible.

For every gram.

Talk to your partners if you'd like, and let me know what they decide.

No.

No, no need.

My partners and I trust each other.

We're family.

Same for you, no?

No.

I don't have partners.

That's right.

Right.

Since the Honduran got grabbed by the DEA,

you'll have to handle transportation too. That a problem?

No problem.

You know...

Matta Ballesteros wasn't my partner.

If he was our partner, I'd be asking questions

about how he got busted after all this time in the game.

He wasn't family.

So it's not my business.

But I liked him.

He was cool.

Yes.

Well, my partners like making money.

So this deal works out, they'll be happy.

And if it doesn't, then...

well, we'll see what happens next.

By the way, I didn't catch your name.

Amado Carrillo Fuentes.

Amado Carrillo Fuentes.

I won't forget it.

I like knowing who transports my merchandise.

It will be a pleasure to work with you as well, Amado.

Okay, gentlemen.

See you later.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

What the fuck, Félix?

How are we going to move that much coke?

What was I supposed to do? There was no choice.

If we fuck up 65,000 kilos, that's a death sentence.

Fucking Guerra, that motherfucker.

I need planes to move that amount, and we don't have any.

Then get some, Amado.

Get them.

- Hello. - You made a mistake today, old man.

Miguel Ángel, my boy.

You caught me with my apron on again. I'm making supper for the little ones.

Look, as things turn out,

I decided not to go through with the arrangement.

I know you're moving coke for the Colombians now.

Well...

you were so convincing, I couldn't resist.

We had a fucking deal!

I wouldn't go so far as that.

- Listen to me... - No, you listen to me, Miguel Ángel.

You have high-profile problems.

And I'm a quiet man, by nature.

Any problems I have had,

I've dealt with them. You know that.

And I commend you on that, I really do, but I have to wonder...

how long would I have lasted,

once you got what you wanted from the Colombians?

Your partners seem to have histories

which are short and tragic, Miguel Ángel.

In the end, let's just say...

I prefer to tend my own garden.

Stop talking about my fucking partners!

You like Rome so much, right?

I'm going to nail your fat ass onto a cross, you piece of shit!

I'm going to hang you like a pig so that your filthy grandchildren

can watch you bleed out in your fucking ranch!

Then I'll burn it to the ground!

Something tells me that won't happen.

Miguel Ángel...

Life...

is a long journey with a map written by a fool.

We never know as much as we think...

do we?

Tell me something good, Cochi.

How'd the brothers take it?

Any bullshit?

All good.

Fucking dogs have been on us since we left Tijuana.

What about the other thing?

Pretty good.

Blew a fuse on the ventilator, but it'll be all right.

All good?

Fucking hot today.

Tell me about it. Heat is a bitch.

Listen to me.

We don't need one of those workers dying on us, man.

Of course not.

The fuck? Why haven't you fixed it?

- The fan? - Yes, goddamn it!

Just needs an industrial cord.

Chapo says he found one, but the prices in Tijuana, man...

But I found a guy that'll give it to us

for half what the stores in town are selling it at.

You hear that, Hector? Half-off.

Just fix the fucking fan, Cochi!

Fine.

Guess Lupita's not giving it to him enough.

We need air, boss.

Breathe slower.

Fucking hell.

How's the cable coming?

It's coming! It's coming!

Hurry!

We're suffocating here!

Connect that fucking cable!

Fuck.

Two hundred kilos just like that.

The gringos didn't even look their way. Our people either.

It was brilliant, Enedina.

But we're going to have a problem.

What?

We're going to need more coke.

A lot more.

I'm going to introduce you to my contact in Colombia.

It's time, partner.

This guy is fucking my girl. Fucking bullshit.

Well, she's so fine, I don't blame him.

Shut up, man. Don't fuck with me too.

I'm always being made a fool of, and you still got to fuck with me.

Here are your fucking cigarettes.

Fuck this guy.

This your move all along, comandante?

The old fucker's not stupid.

He knows what I can do to him.

Find out why he's not afraid.

When I land in Guadalajara, tell me what the fuck he's got in his back pocket.

Got it.

What the fuck did you say?

They built a what?

Ramón!

Get some men.

What the fuck's that?

Don't move, asshole!

How many men are down there?

Boss. What the fuck was that?

They've stopped working down there.

Get them up here.

Let's go, guys.

Move it!

Sinaloan motherfuckers need to learn.

Turn that fucking thing on.

This is bullshit. Dump it faster!

You can't, boss. Doesn't work like that.

Fuck this.

Take that away.

Okay, get the other shit.

So...

all your guys out?

Guess we'll find out.

Get out of here!

Move it! Move!

What do we do, boss?

What is it? What's he got?

It's not good.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Budget secretary.

PhD from Harvard. Father was a senator.

Why do I care?

He's going to be the next president of Mexico.

Hasn't been announced, but he's been tapped by the PRI.

Zuno's arrest in the US made too much noise.

The party doesn't want a candidate who's got a nephew

sitting in an American prison.

So our fat friend in Mexico City isn't getting the nomination.

You're sure?

The new guy,

as a kid,

spent summers at the coast.

In Matamoros.

Where his father, the senator,

was close friends with a leading local businessman,

Juan Nepomuceno Guerra.

So you want to know what Guerra has in his back pocket?

The next president of Mexico.

Guerra's been playing you the whole time.

Old-timers...

they don't fuck around.

Have to admire it.

Fuck admiring it.

I need everything you can get on that bald asshole.

- There's something else. - What?

Some shit went down in Tijuana.

A tunnel turned up, running under the border.

Still trying to pin down more, but it's bad.

Motherfuckers.

Hey, boss.

How was the trip?

Going home, sir?

Go to the apartment at Parque Lineal.

Very good.

Clavel!

Sir, are you okay? Remain calm. We're getting everything under control.

Please remain calm. Stay inside while we secure the perimeter.