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WHO WANTED HIM DEAD?

Last one.

Have a good one, guys.

Fucking soldiers are here.

Luís, we're here!

We got the photo back -

Look at the photo.

First one we took.

- She's beautiful. - Thanks -

You're boring the man already.

What's up, Fide?

Morning.

Fueling up already?

- What about you? - Nah, I'm straight.

That shit'll kill you.

Might be an interesting way to die.

Berni.

How's it going?

- Good. You? - Last stop.

Take it easy.

Want a drink?

No, thanks.

More for me.

Kid...

Heard Salgado's gonna hire a security company.

With armed guards.

How? With what money?

For the delivery trucks?

For the office.

That's good.

I guess.

That we need armed security?

Cops won't do a fucking thing.

Heard we're having the office phones swept for bugs.

Where are you getting all this?

Gloria.

Gloria in accounting?

Says she heard a funny clicking on the line last week.

It wasn't declared, but we were living through a war.

And in war, the first casualty is the truth.

We have a lead on our targets.

Cell phone calls have been made out of this area

two or three times a day,

to a number in the Colonia Morelos

which we believe belongs to the girlfriend of one of them.

The signal is coming from this unfinished apartment complex

owned by their father.

Two teams will enter the south lobby

and sweep the building bottom to top.

The subjects are armed.

Dismissed.

Curious when this came in, sir.

Why am I just hearing about it now?

Intelligence is fluid. You're getting it now.

What is this shit, man?

Payback, hopefully.

Yo. He's coming.

Nice and pressed.

Little tighter on this side, sweetheart.

Watch the ear.

Your visitor's here, sir.

Thanks.

Hey!

I'm about out.

What do you think, Neto?

Not bad.

Mayo!

- Joaquín. - What a pleasure, man.

How are you, brother?

Like the first guy I killed.

Fucked.

Heard about Azul?

Yeah, man.

Fucking Arellanos.

Yeah.

Long drive from Mazatlán.

Yeah.

Wanted to ask about that offer you made me. See if it still stands.

Joining up with Sinaloa.

You kidding?

Sinaloa's done, man.

Shit's good as dead.

I got some ideas.

To put Sinaloa back where it belongs.

Francisco's been transferred out of military custody.

If he's questioned again, one of us will be present.

Do you know if he's getting enough to eat?

What are you doing to get him out?

They can't just release him.

Keep working the Prosecutor.

Everyone has a price.

Ramón, show these gentlemen out.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Didn't think shit could get worse.

We had to do something, Benjamín.

Still, you imagine what Amado's planning?

Yeah.

How'd it go with the lawyers?

He isn't getting out.

Normal isn't coming back.

We need product.

You making any progress?

Might have something with the FARC.

The fucking Peruvians, maybe.

The shit we got going on... they all have concerns.

You know I've been praying.

Just hope God's still on our side.

We don't find product - God's not gonna save us Benjamín.

Ruth's new medicine, it isn't working.

Not like we hoped.

Doctors say I shouldn't worry.

She's like you.

She's a fighter.

We're gonna be okay.

As long as nothing happens to you, Benjamín.

No. Nothing will happen to me.

I'll call when I have something.

All right.

No, man. Please!

It wasn't fucking me! I swear...

Didn't say shit to nobody!

Maybe the kid's telling the truth.

Someone fucking talked.

Give me a cigarette, partner.

Son of a bitch.

Think I broke something. Hand's killing me -

Let me see.

That hurt?

Just said it hurt, didn't I?

If it were broken, you'd be screaming.

Let's go.

Okay. Get outta here -

Fuck off.

Come on, dude.

Vicente says there's a snitch.

He wants a body.

Let's go, partner!

We've faced danger before,

but somehow it feels different every time.

In light of the attack

and the possibility of more violence...

La Voz will no longer be using bylines.

Wait.

You're taking names off our stories?

It's safer.

As editor, I have to assume some risk.

I'm not willing to ask anyone else to.

What kind of message will that send to our readers?

That's everything. Come on.

Get to work.

We can't back down now...

We're a target 'cause La Voz prints the truth. No matter what.

That's why we all work here -

I don't need a history lesson.

The next president of Mexico was assassinated -

and no one trusts the government to tell us who did it.

The country's losing itself.

Removing bylines says we can be intimidated.

That we're scared.

And what if we are?

People can't trust scared reporters.

Back down now, we won't have to worry about more threats -

'Cause no one's gonna take La Voz seriously.

This paper matters.

I'm not interested in producing more martyrs to journalistic integrity.

This is our new policy.

It doesn't meet your approval, find somewhere else to work.

So?

Still have a job?

You like seeing your name in print more than anyone here.

How are you okay with this?

'Cause I think he's right.

He's doing it to protect us.

We're all here for a reason.

You should know, it's not just the truck.

There's been other threats.

Besides, it's not my fight anymore.

I'm leaving.

Told Salgado this morning.

What are you talking about?

I've got Vera at home.

Alonso's headed to college next year.

I won't put them through this Andréa.

You're quitting.

Mmm-mmm.

I'm running away. There's a difference.

There's half a novel sitting in a desk at home, mocking me.

It's my time.

Or maybe I'm just showing my true colors, right?

I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologize, Marcos.

I get it.

Go easy on him.

Yourself too.

Let's get going.

We'll have a great time once we get on the road.

Donna, nobody takes shoulder pads on a camping trip.

Yo, Dylan! What's bumpin'? Nice wheels.

Be fun to live there.

She's got everything. Four-wheel drive, cruise control...

L.A. is cool.

When you think we can go home?

Couple more weeks, shit'll settle down.

Be fucking kings when we go back.

Been thinking of going back to school.

Abroad. Someplace cool.

Gonna go out for snacks.

Wait till it gets dark.

Move -

Seriously, don't be a bitch. Stay here.

Hey, baby.

How are you?

Yeah. I'm alone.

What're you wearing?

Stop!

Stop!

Put the weapon down!

Check everything!

Shit -

He in there?

Found an open window.

Probably heard the shots.

Shit.

Enough. Get him back to the base.

Remember me, Alex?

The names you wanted.

Want some coffee?

No.

Do you mind if, um, we switch places?

This, uh... Flaco Masvidal, got a real first name on him?

No.

Nothin' else?

I got you everything I could last time.

This shit is not easy, you know?

Hit them soon. They change spots every two weeks.

You said it was gonna be a few days. Hmm?

Got those lab results or not?

All this, how solid is it?

Those Dutch houses you hit last week, that solid?

That fucking punk from Mission Hills,

how solid was he? Hmm? That solid?

- I'm just doin' my job. - You're doing your job?

They got us hunting a snitch on the other side of the river.

My information is good.

You think you're in danger?

I want my results now.

Not sure you're going to like it.

What the hell is this?

What is this? I don't understand.

The results were inconclusive, basically.

The sample was contaminated. DNA is very touchy.

Um, what I can tell you is your sample came from a male.

You fucking kidding me?

No shit, it came from a man.

Maybe if you told me what this was about. What you were lookin' for...

You told me you could do this.

I need a name. I need a fucking match.

I promised a test. I got you the test, it didn't work.

- Next time you get me a... - Fuck next time.

Fuck next time.

Look, hey. You keep helping me, I'll keep helping you.

Maybe we can switch things up. Put you on the payroll.

Fuck you, man.

Shit.

Always come for what we love.

Was old, but she still had a few good years left.

Thought I did too man...

Arellanos only make these moves if they're desperate.

Losing control.

Usually can see these things coming.

That's the game. We fuck each other over...

The Arellanos helped me take Félix down.

Just means they've had practice.

Numbers you're doing...

you're bigger than Félix ever dreamed.

What'd you expect?

Look, Amado...

I decided to make a move...

I'm with Sinaloa now.

You tracked down Güero?

Chapo.

In prison.

Fucking Chapo.

You know Sinaloa's basically worth shit, right?

True.

But they still got soldiers.

Just need leadership organizing.

Still no border crossing.

How much longer you see the Arellanos needing theirs?

I know that plaza.

Moved my product through Tijuana for years.

You want to put Sinaloa to work in the Arellanos' plaza?

Army's already got Benjamín scrambling.

We hit his bottom line, start to fuck with his money, product...

Move smart, but above all,

keep everything quiet.

Quiet's nice.

You've always worn it well.

What would you need from me?

Chapo already has men.

What I don't have is cash product.

To help us get going.

Never understood what you see in all this.

These boats and shit.

Seems like nothing but problems. Always something new.

You sail out there...

your problems stay here.

Far away.

Okay, Mayo.

I'll advance you cash product...

But the fucking Arellanos, they die.

- And the shooters who came at me... - First ones to go.

No. Give 'em to my brother.

He takes things more personally than me.

- Hello... - Hey, Ramón.

What's up, Alfredo?

Ramón, it's all gone to shit -

I know it's bad out there. Come hang out...

They took my brother!

What the fuck are you saying?

I don't know what happened, the army came and took him.

It's all gone to shit!

The General had some visitors.

Hold up -

General Rebollo wants the prisoner brought to Building C.

Yes, sir.

Where the fuck's Building C?

Got a second, sir?

- Have a seat. - I'm good.

What's going on with Alex Hodoyan?

"Building C"?

Look, I understand after what happened with Fausto, you're looking to...

This is not about Fausto.

Francisco Arellano, what did he get us, huh?

His arrest was public.

Lawyers intervened,

and we lost any chance we had to learn something.

Alex Hodoyan gives us a new opportunity.

No one knows he is here.

Instead of charging him, we detained him unofficially.

And we see what he tells us.

And if he doesn't talk?

Rich kid like him, we let his imagination go to work.

Not be a problem.

I got a call today with my supervisor.

DEA wants an update.

Tell 'em what you want.

But the lawyers get involved, Alex Hodoyan goes away.

- How much time do you need? - Forty-eight hours.

He will talk.

I'll give you 24.

Then we put him into custody. Play it straight.

I'll let San Diego know.

Twenty-four. Agreed.

Keep me in the loop.

Who's there?

Hello?

- Hello. - Hey, it's me.

I didn't expect for you to answer.

I've been meaning to call you back.

'Cause I just needed some time.

- How's Chicago? - Good.

School's good.

I like my students.

Where are you?

Military base, sort of, outside Tijuana.

Look, when this is all done...

I wanna come see you.

Get things back on track. I...

- Walt, I can't do this. - Look, Dani, please.

I just needed to see this thing through.

Put it behind me. I want to move on.

Walt...

You lie to the guys you're working with, you lie to your bosses...

You're good at it.

You have to be.

I think that makes it easier to start to lie to yourself.

It's not like that.

Dani...

Take it easy on yourself, Walt.

Good luck. I mean it.

Heard back from Mayo. Amado went for it.

Interesting.

He's sending some shit up to Tijuana now.

Welcome to Tijuana, bro.

You think Mayo's idea can work?

We tried taking on the Arellanos once before -

That shit was a disaster.

All depends how you play it. Couple ways it could go.

The first way?

You go at them hard. Get crazy.

Hope you end up on top.

But bangin' it out in the streets with them -

you don't stand a fucking chance.

Or, you start small...

...like cancer.

Starts in the lungs, then the liver. Next thing you know, you're fucked.

Get lost!

That'll be Mayo's play.

He knows how Tijuana works.

The independent guys who pay tax to use the plaza...

They're what keep the Arellanos alive...

So what's he do with them?

Starts changing some minds.

Give 'em reason to rethink who they work for.

Who's next?

Show 'em the Arellanos aren't in control.

And cracks start to form.

No.

Wait! Look, I'll do it.

For real!

Fuck the Arellanos -

I wanna work with you!

Smart kid.

Welcome to the family.

It's a long game.

Takes patience...

The right information. Cash too...

That's why Mayo needs Amado.

Can we trust him?

My nephew?

No.

But what choice do you have?

It works, he can always wipe Sinaloa out after you've done the heavy lifting.

It doesn't, Sinaloa goes down.

Either way, he's good.

Doesn't feel right making these decisions without Güero.

In this world, you're looking for "right"?

He's still the boss.

Güero had his time, but he's on the run.

And that won't last.

He's done.

Mayo needs you.

Güero Palma doesn't play a role.

How this thing goes.

Either way, I'm still locked in here.

Till one day you're not.

Should think about what's next.

What you want out of all this.

Cold as fuck out here.

MISSING

Hey. It's starting.

Where've you been, Enedina?

I called you ten times!

- What? - The fucking army...

They have Alex Hodoyan. Alfredo called me -

How much does he know?

Nothing. He's a kid. Did a few runs and shit.

Not Alex. Alfredo. How much does he know?

Alfredo? He's cool.

What's going on? Where've you been?

Warehouse on Batiz.

It was hit.

Hit by who?

What's up?

What?

No, leave them.

I want to see it.

...The men we sent to Juárez. To handle Amado.

What about the warehouse?

Dina, what the fuck is going on?

We're at war.

Fuck Amado.

I'll go to Juárez myself -

Isn't just him, Ramón.

That warehouse was small. Unprotected.

We were hit by someone who knows us.

Mayo chose a side.

Fuck.

Had your maid make some iced tea.

It isn't very good.

To what do I owe the honor?

House's come a long way... Juárez as well.

You forgotten why that is?

Hard work. From you and me both.

We had an agreement on how we'd handle our business.

Discreet, out of the spotlight. Remember?

The things I'm hearing from Tijuana...

Violence, public displays...

New elements being introduced.

Doesn't work for me.

Someone tries to kill me, it changes things.

You'll have to adapt.

This is what I do.

No.

There isn't anything you "do" without me.

It's my end of the business -

You don't have one. That's something you made up.

Doesn't exist.

This vendetta, or whatever it is,

ends today.

Or what?

See for yourself.

The Citibank accounts are frozen. Caymans too...

Till I'm sure no more surprises are coming.

This ride you're on, Amado,

it can end abruptly.

Andréa Nuñez...

Hey. It's Káren...

From the Colosio campaign.

Hi Káren. How have you been?

Look, I might have something for you.

Can we meet?

Yes, of course. Where?

At the Public Park.

Excuse me -

Good evening, miss.

Can I ask you a question?

Sorry, we have to go.

Good evening.

Good evening, miss?

Please. Just a couple questions.

Police -

Open the door, man.

Good evening.

I need help. Finding out what happened to a friend.

She hasn't been home in a while.

This is her.

Any of you ever see a man following her?

Bothering her, maybe?

Please. We just want to get home.

I'm trying to help you get home.

I know she worked at the auto parts factory.

Some of you must've seen her.

Nobody?

Hmm.

I worked with her for a couple months.

Is she gone, too?

When was the last time you saw her?

- On her way home. - Hmm.

At one of the bus stops.

I think someone gave her a ride.

Who?

A man?

What kind of car? You remember?

Big one, I think.

Nice.

An American car.

Seen it around here before?

We need to get home now.

Thank you.

What is it?

It's me.

Look who's using the phone.

Thought I'd give it a try.

Wanted to hear your voice.

Things any better with work? The problems you've been having...

Honestly, maybe worse.

Maybe time you tried something new. If you're not happy.

This is what I chose. You know?

It's mine.

I made a decision.

To see if I could build something bigger than myself.

How it ends, that's not up to me.

Does it have to end?

I don't know.

It always does.

And you only get one?

One what?

Choice.

I change my mind every day.

It's late. You need to go?

No. I don't need to go anywhere.

I don't want to hurt you.

But I will.

You understand that, Alex?

This is a mistake.

I need to make a phone call -

You're not calling anyone till you tell us what you know.

How can we find your brother?

Please.

I didn't do anything.

No! No!

I have a dog outside.

It's gonna come and eat your balls.

After that, I'm going to fuck you.

It's all gonna be recorded.

So beautiful.

Your whole family's gonna see.

You got a girlfriend?

Huh? You got a girlfriend?

She's gonna see me fuck you, too.

I want to talk to the American, please.

Please!

I know he's here -

What the fuck?

I'll talk to him!

Take a break.

Alex.

You need to tell us where your brother is.

It's your only way out of here.

Help me. You have to help me or they're gonna fucking kill me.

I don't have to do anything.

You don't understand.

I was born in La Jolla, California.

I have dual citizenship.

I'm American.

You're full of shit.

I swear, man. You can check.

And you're DEA, right?

You have to do something. Please.

You're fuckin' lying to me.

I'm not.

Scripps Memorial Hospital.

That's where I was born.

Please, man.

Don't let them hurt me.

Get me out of here.

Please.

Is it fucking true?

Huh?

Is it?

Could be.

This does not change anything.

This is an American citizen being detained illegally.

Yes, it fucking does.

He's a dual citizen and no one knows he's here.

No, no. This, this is fucking over.

Do you understand?

How long before our bosses will pull the plug on the task force?

Shut it down.

Because the shock of a cardinal getting killed in broad daylight

gets replaced by some other absurdity.

Breslin. Memories are short.

We're close now.

This kid and his brother could be key in arresting Benjamín Arellano.

That happens...

we take back Tijuana.

Do you know what I have given up to have an opportunity like this?

I know you made sacrifices, too.

This is what it takes for all that to mean anything.

Stop now, nothing changes.

We're right back where we started.

All right, get him to talk.

And stop fuckin' recording.

Providencio.

Damn, Alex. You're making me work.