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You are the future of Mexico.

Not the rich, or the politicians
who sunk this country...

into a dictatorship
disguised as a democracy.

You, the people of Mexico.

I will protect you from those who abuse...

those who are most in need!

Together, we will finally achieve...

the ideals of the revolution!

What do we want? Eduardo for president!

What's this?

Why does your mom insist on dressing
you like a little old man?

Because he looks handsome.

As always, your mother is right.

Yzaguirre! Yzaguirre! Yzaguirre!

Somebody do something!

Do something!

-Take those bodies down now.
-We can't touch them. Forensics.

-Cover them up before anyone takes photos!
-We need to let them work. Radio!

Make the perimeter bigger.
Nobody should take pictures.

Cover this up.

We need you to get rid of this, please.

Get rid of it!

Attorney General's Office, right?
We have everything under control.

You know the rules, boss.

This is organized crime.
Federal jurisdiction.

I will speak to the Attorney General.

The order came directly from Los Pinos.

The President is gonna take
the case away from us.

No.

Of course not.

THE CANDIDATE

Did Carla speak to you?

She's been a bit busy.

No one can know what we did yesterday.

No shit!

Especially Carla.

The IPC and peso just took huge hits.

POTUS is freaking out. He's convinced...

Glad you could make it.
...that Mexico's falling apart.

We're gonna get 1,000 migrant caravans
showing up at the border.

Okay, so I just got off the line
with the Fusion Center.

DEA and Naval Intelligence are trying
to track the vans that dumped the bodies.

Now, they're just using the city CCTVs,
so we could really do with a drone.

-I thought we agreed no ASR.
-Yeah, well, you know,

that was before this main square
of Mexico City became a fucking body dump.

That's right. All bets are off.

Wayne, get back to the Fusion Center.

Everybody, this is serious.

Vary your routes.
Remember your tradecraft. Stay safe.

Isabel, got a second?

Yeah.

I was expecting a cable
from you last night.

Sorry, I've just been overwhelmed.

Last I heard, Wayne was taking you
to find his development in Tepito.

Yeah, we left him a message.

And then?

Because the bodies stacking up
in the Zócalo

are also apparently Tepito gangsters.

So I need to know, what exactly
did you and Wayne do last night?

I'm a little scared to say it, but...

Yeah, Wayne took me to a karaoke bar.

Last I remember, we were singing "Querida"

and he was making me do
Jägermeister shots.

I'm disappointed, Isabel.

The most important skill for a young CO is
knowing how to write cables while drunk.

Good song, though.

Okay, the Ambassador's considering
a travel advisory. I gotta deal with that.

I need your cable by noon.

Yeah, there's a FINO footnote
on the CNC report...

The cable. Everything else can wait.

This morning has seen a significant fall
in the value of the peso...

after what took place in the Zócalo.

-What did she say to you?
-Fuck!

Can you stop doing that?

So? What did you say to Carla?

-The truth.
-Which is?

Up to Tepito, and then I told her
that we sang karaoke all night.

Which song?

"Querida."

No, it'd never fucking happen.
I hate that song.

Look, I found this footnote
on the CNC report of the Guerrero Cartel.

No.

No one has ever seen
any real estate buys from Bautista,

so there's this theory.

He puts all his money in the stock market
and he actively manages it,

which totally matches
the idea that he's a control freak, right?

Hardly any lieutenants.

So, if I was him
and I was gonna attack the Zócalo,

I would short the peso,
and make a killing.

-So, if we track these trades, we can...
-No.

The memo was in Spanish 'cause you didn't
seem to understand it the first time.

Write the cable.

Keep Carla off our backs, okay?

And when you've got that done,
you can start looking into Lalo.

You still think he has
something to do with Bautista?

Even after last night?
This is a political nightmare for Lalo.

Believe me,
Bautista plays a very long game.

I don't know what it is yet,
but we're gonna find out, right?

You know one way to find out?

Looking into the stock market thing
that I'm trying to explain...

No one gives a fucking fuck...

about your fucking stock market thing
right now, okay?

Do it later.

Do whatever it is
that Carla needs you to do,

and then find a way to talk to Lalo.

Bingo!

About what?

I don't know.

You work at the American Embassy,
make some shit up.

You know what? I'm not feeling
too comfortable about this anymore.

Maybe you should've figured that out
before you lied to your Chief of Station.

We are in this together right now, okay?

Okay?

Good. Glad we're on the same page.

You can use the phone in my office.
Any food you find you can eat.

You might wanna check
the expiration dates.

Except the honey barbecue Fritos,
they're mine.

If you touch them, you're fucking dead.

Then look for him at home,
or at the golf club, I don't care!

Yes, Ramón, you'll have your statement
in a couple of hours.

No, sorry.

The Mayor will give
his official statement today.

Tonight.

That's right. Tonight.

Perfect. Okay, great.

Thanks.

Sorry to bother you, Lalo.

I have information about the embassy
that might interest you.

Isabel Alfaro.

Hey, I got your email.

Wow, that was fast.

I have a meeting. What's up?

I have a friend
who works in Consular Affairs

who tells me the ambassador is
considering putting Mexico City...

on a travel advisory.

I know you've worked really hard
to boost tourism.

When will they decide?

Honestly...

I don't know. I can ask around the office.

Would you do that for me?
Can you tell me if you find anything out?

Of course.

I'm glad I have someone
in the embassy on our side.

Thanks, Isa.

No problem. Bye.

FUSION INTELLIGENCE CENTER

Hey, Luis.

Where are we with the vans?

We just saw them passing by a camera...

-between Uruguay and February 5th Street.
-How long ago?

-Thirty minutes.
-Thirty? Fuck.

Yeah, but look.

They've been circling,
so we can't predict where they're going.

Okay, bring up Uruguay and Bolívar.

With this traffic,

they passed the camera, what,
25 minutes ago?

Yo, DEA, I got us a Reaper drone
from Texas, so you are welcome.

-Cancel it.
-What?

We already coordinated an orbit
in El Paso this morning

while you people were drinking mimosas
or whatever the fuck you do over there.

Why didn't Vázquez call me about that?

He's supposed to handle liaison.

Where is Vázquez?

Vázquez won't be here anymore.

I'll be here, Admiral Agustín Romero.

That's disappointing. I liked Vázquez.

Of course.

He let you do
whatever you damn well pleased.

Okay, well, I look forward
to working together.

Same here.

As long as you stay in your lane.

Yeah, I've been here a little while,

so I think I know how things work.

Well, it doesn't seem that way to me,

so I'm going to make it very clear.

You gringos are here only because
we allow you to be.

As Head of Naval Intelligence,

it is in my power to kick you out
whenever I want.

And I like kicking people out.

But don't worry,

my DEA guys here say you're really good
at tapping phones.

So get on with it, man.

Let's go.

No problemo, Chief.

Sir, I've got them.

I just saw the vans.

Look, it looks like
they went into a parking lot.

I'm sure they have
another vehicle in there.

I want to see everything
that has happened since then.

Every vehicle that's come out
of the building. Get on it.

Boyd Sorenson, CNC.

-Hey, it's me.
-Hey.

How's it going?

So, did you write up Wayne last night?

I thought better of it.

What? Why?

CIA STATION
LANGLEY, VIRGINIA

You know what?

It was my first day,
and I totally overreacted.

He beat you up.

Yeah, not really.
And I was holding him at gunpoint, so...

Yeah, because he had
a freaking Guerrero cartel tattoo.

Izzy, you said he might be running
a rogue operation.

Yeah, but he's not.

We had a talk
and it wasn't what I thought.

What was it?

Just... It's fine, okay?

Okay.

-Well, you know what I think.
-Just trust me.

What's up? What're you calling about?

There's a FINO footnote
on your targeting analysis

for Bautista from November.

-Yeah, the one about the investments?
-Exactly.

Do you think I can get more information
on some of those trades?

Can you help me?

All right. Which trades?

Sir, this is the last one.

The green Toyota.

How far ahead are they?

Twenty-five minutes.
It's still in the city.

Attention!

We have 20 possible vehicles
and he could be in any of them.

We don't have time to follow them all.

Here.

That one.

That one has Guerrero plates.

Guerrero plates?

Why don't we just look for the ones
with Bautista stickers in the windows?

I'm pretty sure
it's not the one with Guerrero plates.

Where are the other 19?

My apologies in advance,

I might be stepping out of my tapping
phones area of expertise, but...

Just spit it out, asshole.

You should check this gray Volvo.

Why?

There's a dent in this car.
It's been crowbarred.

Admiral, it was reported stolen
last night.

Follow it!

-Secretary.
-How are you?

Welcome, Lalo.

I'd have preferred meeting
under different circumstances,

but how are you? How is Vero?

Very well, Mr. President.
Thank you for asking.

My daughter loves everything she sells
on her blog, her website.

The little necklaces, the bags.
They're great, aren't they?

Very pretty, Mr. President.

I'll make sure to tell her. Thank you.

Sit down. Sit down, please.

So?

This is very kind of you, Mr. President.

I'll try to make this fast.

I wanted to find the best way to cooperate
with you in this investigation.

-Excuse me.
-Of course.

What you would like

is for the Attorney General's Office
to share jurisdiction.

Lalito...

you know very well
that the Federal Police is

has always been in charge
of this kind of case.

Yes, a rule that was designed for states

where narcos have bought off
all the governors.

-And that hasn't happened in Mexico City?
-Exactly.

As you well know.

And you'd say the same
for all your mayors?

My police and my attorney have
nothing to hide, I'm sure of that.

But why would I need to work with them

if I have perfectly capable people
working directly with the DEA

at the Fusion Intelligence Center?

They're just about to get these assholes!

Because my police might be even closer.

We could use their network of informants.

It's the only time the Tepito gangs
have ever been infiltrated.

-Look, Antonio...
-Excuse me?

Sorry.

Mr. President.

This was a declaration of war.

Against the city and against you.

Working with me can only help you.

Oh, really?

How would it help me to work with someone

who criticizes me every time he's on TV?

Who would like to win my candidacy
in the next presidential elections?

Maybe we wouldn't be in this mess,

if you committed yourself
more to your work

instead of campaigning to take my place.

This isn't about you or me.

I'm not sharing this case
with your office.

Maybe if you chose to publicly support me

and shared what your informants say
with me,

I might allow some investigation summaries
to be shared with you.

Excluding operational information,
of course.

Deal?

Deal.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Excuse me.

Hey. Just got your email.
Anything promising?

Actually, yeah, one name in particular.

Natalia Portillo?

Investment fund manager
at a place called Polaris High Yield.

Name in English.

This...

This is amazing.

Well, it's promising.

-You there?
-Yeah, I'm here.

Wait. Have you seen those photos of her?

Yeah. Living large.

Could you get me her home address?

There. There! Upper right.

Nine minutes ago. Where is this?

At Fray Servando and La Viga.

Not a lot of cameras in Iztapalapa.

I want to see all of them.

Where were they going? The highway?

No, Admiral, Pantitlán Avenue.

-Do we have cameras there?
-No, Admiral.

Call the local police.

I want them combing the neighborhood
in patrol cars and on foot.

Where's the drone?

It just reached Mexico City airspace.

Pull it up on the monitors.

Live over Pantitlán.

There, under the canopy, the gray Volvo!

If they change or switch cars,
we're fucked.

It's five minutes to the highway,
and he'll be halfway to Guerrero by now.

But, wait.

What is this?

An antenna.

What kind of antenna is that?

It's a booster antenna.

Bautista has a network of them
in Acapulco.

That's how they encrypt conversations
through a trunked radio system.

It's a safe house.

They could be in there right now.

Set up a two-block perimeter.
Nobody goes in, nobody comes out!

Shut down the highway, huh?

Pretty please?

Do what the gringo says.

Come on, let's go!

And I am sure that the federal forces
with the help of our police

will find those responsible
for this atrocity very soon.

One last question.

-Go ahead, Sandra.
-Yes, thanks.

Do we know anything about
the whereabouts of these narcos?

We hope to have good news very soon.

Thank you.

What do you think of this tweet
from the President?

"My most sincere thanks
to our Federal Police

who are working tirelessly
to solve this crime.

I assure citizens that the Presidency
has everything under control."

You say you're working with the President,

but this sounds like
they're working alone.

Boss, please.

Maybe I didn't made myself clear.

Just a few hours ago,

knowing that our police are
perfectly capable

of dealing with situations like this,

I asked President Trueba

if our offices could handle
this investigation together.

But he refused.

He decided to put
the interests of his party

ahead of the security of this city.

And if I learned anything from my father,

it's to not ignore lies
or abuses of power.

The President and Rafael Bautista
have one thing in common.

They think this city belongs to them.

But they're wrong.

This city is ours.

So, starting now,

I'm going to instruct my attorney
to file a constitutional challenge,

so the city can hold on to the reins
of this investigation.

We'll see each other in court. Thank you.

The Mayor's sudden attack
on President Trueba is nothing less

than a declaration of war.

Motherfucker.

Who does that little brat think he is?

We'll put him in his place.

Of course. We can hold back funds.

Is that a joke?

That's a slap on the wrist.
I want to cut his balls off.

We're going to take this like it is.

The scene of a crime.

I want road blocks
around the Historical Center.

I want Tlalpan, Reforma
and Ignacio Zaragoza closed.

Yzaguirre and those narcos are going
to see who's in charge here.

The army?

It'll remind the people of Mexico City
of the Tlatelolco massacre.

The people of Mexico City
don't even vote for us.

They're going to clear the streets.
It's like it were a curfew.

Well, let's go for it.

Article 29?

Fuck Article 29.

It's not a curfew unless we say
it's a curfew.

It is whatever we say it is.

What the President says it is.

Shit! Shit!

-Hello?
-Where are you?

I did not give you permission
to leave the office.

I am so sorry.

Personal business.

Did you hear what I said this morning?

I have to send everything we have
up the chain.

Get me that cable now.

Fuck.

Sir, we secured the perimeter.

And the safe house?

It's showing no signs of life,
but we have to get closer to be sure.

Araujo, Oropeza,

Téllez, let's go.

Romero!

You look sexy in tactical gear.

All right.

Alpha Team in position.

Roger that, 100 meters out.

He's coming. Let's go.

Don't move. Against the wall!

Who's there?

Is he clean?

He's clean. Go on.

Seventy-five meters.

Fifty meters.

Oh, fuck.

Stop. Alpha Team in position.

Admiral, west side, in position.

Oh, fuck!

What? What?

We're in position.

Romero, stand down.
You're walking into a fucking ambush.

What do you mean?

What's he saying?

The garage, man.

The garage door. Just look at it.
Look at it!

What are you talking about?

We don't have time.
Just turn the fuck around.

I will explain very clearly
when you get back here.

Now turn around!

Come on!

We're close, 20 meters.
We're ready to go in.

Pull your men back, Romero.

It's a trap.

A trap!

Okay, fall back!

Fall back!

-Fall back!
-Fall back!

What the hell, Wayne?

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

I'm sorry.

I don't speak Spanish.

Why are you looking at my stuff?

Thank God! You speak English.

I am so sorry.

I'm just a little lost.
I was looking for a restaurant.

A restaurant?

Yeah, look I landed like an hour ago,
so I'm not quite myself.

I couldn't find the numbers...

Where did you fly from?

Chicago.

I know Chicago.

That's where I did my MBA.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Where?

Booth.

Northwestern.

My rival.

So, what's this restaurant
you're looking for?

The concierge said
it was, like, inside a house?

Pujol. Yes, it's the best.
I go there all the time

So, it's two blocks that way.

It's that way?

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Marcie.
-Natalia.

-Natalia. Awesome.
-Enjoy!

-Bye.
-Bye.

Bye, puppy.

Let's go!

Wayne!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

The safe house had a garage.

Okay.

Yeah, the drone couldn't pick it up.

Why the fuck do I care
if the house has a garage or not?

They didn't want to park the SUV in it.

They wanted to be seen.

They were leading us here.

Maybe the garage doesn't work.

Maybe they use it for storage.

Or maybe, just maybe,
there's already a car in there.

And if that's the case,

you just fucked up the only chance we had
to catch them by surprise!

They had eyes on you
the minute you stepped onto the street.

Based on what?

On a fucking garage?

Based on everything!

It's too fucking easy!
The scratches! The tarp!

The cameras they had to pass
on the way here!

Fuck, I should've seen it myself.

He's a narco, not a military strategist!

Oh, fuck.

You've been Naval Intelligence
for how fucking long?

And you still think Bautista
is just a fucking narco?

He is a professional intelligence officer.

He's one of the fucking best.

He does not make mistakes.

I guarantee you
that fucking safe house is empty.

The sicarios are long gone.

And if you had gotten
one step fucking closer to it,

both you and that house,
would've blown the fuck up!

How do you know that?

Because this is the way he works!

Of course.

Oropeza,

take this asshole inside.

I don't want him shouting
in the middle of an operation.

Muchas fucking gracias!

Fuck that gringo, Admiral.

Are we going back?

Bring me that asshole.

Take that off him.

Wait for me here.

We're going on the roofs.

You're wrong, Wayne.

No, I'm not.

It's not the house.

It's the car.

Jesus fucking Christ! Is he...

No, he's okay.

It has been reported that there are now

25 checkpoints set up
around the center of the city.

This is, of course, more evidence
of President Trueba's impulsive behavior,

which seems to have no end.

We can't say
who will win the confrontation

between the municipal
and federal governments,

because the clear losers are
definitely the residents of the capital.

Carla Sánchez, reporting from the Zócalo

for Mexivisión News.

Hello, darling.

So?

What have you heard?

What have your friends been saying?

Well, they're pretty shocked, babe.

I overreacted.

Now the voters are going to blame me.

I should've just played the game.

Do you remember the debate?

You were beating them in all the polls.

And, instead of going for the safe option,
you took them all on.

Just like today.

I lost about five points
after that debate.

But...

you got a girlfriend.

Come home with me.

I'd love to, but I have to stay and work.

I won't be long, okay?

Admiral, there's the gringo.

Wayne.

Good teamwork.

Yeah.

Good call, about the garage.

Your welcome.

What part of the US are you from?

Indiana, the heartland,

a long time ago.

Fireworks on the 4th of July and all that.

Basically.

Hey, my family had
a 4th of July tradition too.

Really?

My grandmother would take us
to the smallest room in her house

where she would take out
a gringo flag about this big,

then she'd flush it down the toilet.

We're from the Port of Veracruz.

My grandmother was alive when you invaded.

Best lesson she ever taught me.

The gringos will always fuck you.

I'm getting that you're not happy
with me for some reason.

You think you're smart,
but don't get confused.

You just have information
you're not sharing.

But if this causes harm
to any of my men...

I won't throw you
out of the Information Center,

I'll kill you.

Your girl really fucked up.

Hear me out, please.

Natalia Portillo's investment fund shorted
the peso last night,

right before the body dump.

You know how many funds
shorted the peso yesterday?

Yes, 17, but Portillo stood out
for two reasons.

One, she was raised in Acapulco,
Bautista's base,

which could be how he recruited her.

That proves nothing.

And, two, she shorted the stock
of a Guerrero-based hotel

on April 6th, 2016.

That's the day before Bautista launches
the Acapulco offensive.

Then she did it again a year later

with a basket of Baja-based
agricultural stocks

right before Bautista took out
that entire cartel.

Still not dispositive.

That's why I needed to get closer to her.

Her driver is armed, wears a plate.

She drives around
in a high-security vehicle,

armored at the factory.

I'm guessing B7
by the thickness of the windows.

And her front door is steel-reinforced.

This is no normal banker.

This is something else.

-I think she's right.
-Yeah.

Yeah, she is. Good work, Isa.

This could be her first assignment.

Ignore a direct order again
and I'll fire you.

And, for Christ's sake, finish that cable.

I told you to fucking drop
the stock market shit!

Yeah, but you were wrong.

Don't you fucking get it?

What you have just done

is made it 1,000 times more likely

that Carla is gonna to figure out
what we're doing with Lalo.

What are you talking about?

The Bautista shit that we are doing
is off the books.

And now you're trying
to put another Bautista plan

right on the fucking books!

You're cross-contaminating.
You're gonna get confused.

-And you're fucking paranoid.
-Right.

What do you know about anything?
You've been here like two fucking days.

Yeah, and I risked my life and my career.

I lied to my colleagues,
to my boss, to my fiancé.

You're with the fucking CIA! Get over it!

You need me more than I need you.

So, yeah, officially you're my boss,

but if we're gonna do
this off-the-books shit, we're partners.

We are nothing
unless you start working Lalo.

I already am. We talked today.

Clean up your office. It's a fucking dump.

The army is about to close our block.
I think we should go.

I'll be right there.

-Hey!
-Hey.

How are you?

How are you doing?

I mean,

with the curfew and everything.

Well, things could be worse.

Did you find out anything
about the travel advisory?

No.

But, look, with the army in the streets,

I think they'll likely go ahead with it.

Right.

I'm really sorry, Lalo.

-Really.
-Thank you.

Hey, I have to go.

Let's stay in touch, okay?

Of course. Yes.

Bye.

You know what? You can go. Go and rest.

-Boss?
-I'll go on foot.

Boss, you can't. It's not safe.

How is it not safe
if the army is in the streets?

Good evening.

No, wait.

It's the mayor, we can't arrest him.

Sir, is it safe to walk the streets?

-Yes, of course.
-Good evening.

-Will you walk with me?
-Of course, let's go.

This is my son.

-Nice to meet you.
-We'll go with you.

Relax. Everything will be fine.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

-Can I walk with you, sir?
-Of course.

-How are you?
-Thanks. Good, and you?

Hey! So, you like the apartment?

There's a chance I could get transferred
down there earlier than planned.

What do you think?

-Izzy?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I mean,
I'm just getting my footing, but...

But sure, of course, yeah!

Great.

-Can you hold on a sec?
-Yeah.

Citizens joined quickly,
creating the demonstration

you're seeing now.

This is just more evidence

of Izaguirre's close relationship
with the people.

Come with us.

Good evening.

What is he doing?

Send more soldiers onto the street!

What for, Antonio?
Are you going to arrest the Mayor?

Kill him?

Stay calm.

Fellow citizens, please, stay calm.

I'm asking you to walk
the streets peacefully.

The federal government has
no authority to deploy the army,

much less to declare a curfew!

Son of a bitch.

We're not going to stop!
We're not going to allow it!

This isn't going to end like this.

Yes, it is.

He fucked you over.

He fucked us both over.

Yzaguirre! Yzaguirre! Yzaguirre!

There's a new guy in Naval Intelligence.

-He's a problem...
-Why would I do you any favors, asshole?

Yesterday you told me we were going
to kill Bautista. Look at this mess!

My bosses won't get off my back
about last night.

I pay you well, Chema.

Yeah, but that's over now.

Yeah?

So you're back in town, cabrón.

Been here a while, Rafa.

I hear you had a bad time
after Buenos Aires.

That you had to go back to the US
to stop drinking.

You even left the Agency for a while.

But now you're here. Why?

Guess, asshole.

What makes you think you are safe
in my country, Wayne?

Just go for it, Rafa.

CIA will parade your head
around on a fucking skewer!

If you come near me again,
maybe I'll do just that.

Got close today.

Not really.

Your friend in the hat was closer.

Either way, you got nothing.

Actually, I got exactly what I wanted.

I know who's coming for me,

and now I'm going after them.

I can't believe you still have
that stupid brown shirt.

Later, asshole.