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...constitutional president of the United States of Mexico.

From December 1st, 1988,

to November 30th, 1994...

Attorney at law,

United States of Mexico constitutional president

will speak to the people.

I affirm...

to loyally execute...

my job as President of the Republic

given to me by the people...

...always safeguarding

the union's wellbeing.

If I fail to comply with this task...

may my country demand it from me.

MMH ADMINISTRATION OF FRAUDS

Honorable Congress of the Union...

citizens of Mexico...

with emotion and conviction...

I've promised to protect

our constitution...

I feel the warmth from my boiling blood

I feel the fear sweat dripping away

There's a stillness that nothing transmits

I am a breeze that grows stronger

Even when the clouds drift away

Even when my skin dries away

I'll be back someday

To unleash my return

I have the dust that protects the road

I have the branches of a leafless tree

I'm the guardian of the tired night

There are silhouettes that come to meet me

Even when the clouds drift away

Even when my skin dries away

I'll be back someday

To unleash my return

-Why won't anybody stop him? -He's the owner.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Ramón!

It's me, it's me, it's me!

How are you, Chapo?

What did he do?

I didn't like his haircut.

-Let's go inside, man. -Yeah.

TOÑO CHAPO'S GUNMAN

-Why did you want to see me? -I have a business proposal.

Cut it out, Ramón.

Weed, how much?

Blow.

I like my plants better, Chapo.

They're cheaper.

But it won't last.

Sooner or later, it will be legalized.

Whoever controls the marijuana business wins.

Maybe.

But for now, Yankees want blow.

What are you thinking?

Tijuana's the best place to cross the border.

And I'm the best man for the job.

Let's be partners.

You open your territory for me, and I do the crossing.

We all win.

Why do you like to complicate things, fucker?

Meaning?

You know how it is, Chapo, how it will always be.

If we eventually turn to coke,

we'll use Amado, not you.

No offense, Chapo,

but bosses only deal with bosses.

-Let's go. -Where?

-The airport. -They said no.

I don't care what they said.

We'll cross their territory, and they won't know a thing.

BENJAMÍN AND RAMÓN AVENDAÑO TIJUANA BOSSES

I need someone trustworthy to cross Tijuana.

No time like the present. When do I leave?

The Avendaños know nothing about this job.

Joaquín, are you sure?

-If they catch us, they'll kill us. -That's why I'm asking you, pal.

If someone can do it...

it's you.

Rayo, the small cans are good.

The big cans have the merch.

We're fucked.

Those are Avendaño's men.

-What's in there? -Good evening.

Chili. We were on our way to the border.

Park it here.

We have to check the trucks.

Chili. Well.

Show me a can.

Here, boss.

Those cans have different colors. Why?

Well... They're bigger.

Open up.

No, no, wait, boss.

Don't open that one, I'll lose two kilos.

It's double the money.

Come on, you know us. We always use this route.

Please. I'll give you your part.

Okay? Wait here.

There you go.

Next time, I'll bring some crackers for the boys, okay?

Please close the doors, I don't want the cans to get dirty.

Okay, off you go.

Thanks, boss. Close the doors.

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA MR. CHETO'S WAREHOUSE

Now you'll see, Don Cheto.

Well done, bud.

Tough blow for the Avendaños.

You say the word, I'll get my hands dirty.

ALEJANDRA'S HOUSE CHAPO'S FIRST WIFE

-Hello. -Mrs. Alejandra.

-Joaquín. Toño. -Here.

-Ma'am. -What's up, Armando?

Hello.

-I didn't know you were coming. -Here.

-Buy whatever you want. -What's this?

A little something from the Avendaños.

I don't get you.

Those two are ready.

You have enough money, but you go and do this.

Trying to fuck with the Avendaños.

What are you talking about?

They know nothing about this.

Stop complaining and help me. Put the money in the bag.

You want revenge because they belittled you.

Am I wrong?

-Am I wrong? -About what?

About you wanting revenge. Just like your father did.

-Belittling you because you're not a boss. -Stop talking shit.

OFFICIAL RESIDENCE MEXICO CITY

-The general will see you soon. -Thank you.

Conrado Higuera Sol.

Secretary for the Labor Party presidency.

GENERAL BLANCO NATIONAL SECURITY CONSULTANT

You come highly recommended.

But even if the Pope told me you were the man for the job,

I'll decide what to do with you.

You were told the position is for internal communication consultant.

-Yes, sir. -Wrong.

Your job would be to be my slave.

Any problems with that?

-No. -Good.

I have to choose between you and another man like you.

Both graduated college with honors and all that shit.

Why should I choose you?

Because I want to be president.

And I don't mind starting as an ass-kisser.

CONSTRUCTION BEGINS FOR FIRST MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON

Wake him up.

Boss.

Boss.

Don Miguel Ángel.

What?

Don Miguel Ángel on the phone.

Miguelón.

Read the news. Page four.

Okay, give me a minute.

"Construction begins for the first maximum security prison.

The president's first step was to start building

the first Mexican maximum security prison..."

"...Almoloya's Federal Center for Social Readaptation."

Why the fuck is he building a maximum security prison?

Did something change since this guy came into power?

No.

-Everything's still the same. -I don't know, Miguelón.

-I don't like this one bit. -Me neither.

Boss.

Chapo's looking for you. Says he brought you a present.

I'll call you later, okay? Chapo's here.

Be careful with that fucker, Miguel.

After Colombia, he thinks he's a big deal.

-Why did you bring me a present? -I'm celebrating.

And there's more.

15 million for the organization.

Take them inside.

I know how useful you are, Chapo.

Why don't you tell me what you want?

-Make me a boss. -Not yet.

-I've waited a long time for this. -Not enough.

Take the car.

I deserve this, Miguel Ángel.

Take it before I forget how much money you make me.

GRACIELA'S HOUSE CHAPO'S SECOND WIFE

What happened?

-The boy? -At school.

OFFICIAL RESIDENCE MEXICO CITY

Excuse me, Mr. President.

-News from General Blanco? -Yes, sir.

Everything's ready. We can begin the operations.

DEA CHIEF MEXICO

Downtown.

Don Amado, please.

Would you do us the honor of giving a speech?

-Mm, no... -Yes...

Okay, okay.

To continue with our celebration, we'll make a toast

to the lovely couple...

Don't move! Don't move!

...who don't know what's awaiting them...

-Cheers! -Don't move!

Or everyone dies.

Disarm them!

-What's going on, Blanco? -I don't know you.

Take him.

Don't move!

You can't do this to my client. It's inhuman.

Uncuff him.

I'm not Amado...

but if you had called me, I'd have come.

Not if you knew you wouldn't be allowed to leave again.

There are deals in place.

That's in the past.

Fucking traitors.

That's why the newbie ordered that prison to be built.

He wants to change the rules.

Not just the rules. He wants to own the game.

Miguel Angel put the meeting together.

So we'll meet with the real bosses this time?

That's what Güero said.

I think you made it, pal.

Don't jinx me, asshole.

Buddy.

How are you, Güerito?

Your cooperation.

We can't set you free,

but you'll have a good time in prison.

Hello, Mr. Emilio.

-Güero. -How are you?

-Rafael. -How are you?

Mr. Emilio.

EMILIO QUINTERO PAYÁN BOSS

Good to see you, Joaquín.

RAFAEL AGUILAR GUAJARDO BOSS

What if I refuse?

We'll extradite you to the United States.

And the Avendaños?

They sent Don Chuy on their behalf.

DON CHUY THE AVENDAÑOS' UNCLE

Their uncle.

Hello, everyone.

Ismael. How are you?

-How's it going, Emilio? -Ismael.

How are you, Rafael?

-Ismael. -Güero, how are you?

DON ISMAEL BOSS

-Well, I'm still here, so... -Good.

Beer, son.

Good morning, Mr. Ismael.

I hope Mrs. Rosaura is feeling better.

She's better, thanks.

-And your family? -Good.

My Quino's the same age as your boy.

Always playing soccer.

Same as my Mayelito.

Good to see you, Joaquín.

Thank you for coming.

Everyone, please come in.

LIVAS MIGUEL ÁNGEL'S LAWYER

Don Miguel Ángel sends his regards.

As you know, this meeting has been called on his behalf

so we can reorganize the business after his arrest.

But before we start, Miguel Ángel wants you to meet

the person who'll be in charge from now on.

Good morning, everyone.

-What's this? -Please, sit.

What's this, Livas?

Please, sit.

We'll distribute Miguel Ángel's territories

by mutual agreement with the federal government.

Everyone, calm down.

Don Miguel's orders.

Please, sit.

Division of territories.

Chihuahua and Nuevo Laredo

will be managed by Rafael Aguilar Guajardo,

who will also control Ciudad Juárez

on behalf of Amado.

Sinaloa...

to Ismael.

The Avendaños will be in charge of Tijuana.

Nogales and Hermosillo will now be managed

by Emilio Quintero Payán.

San Luis Río Colorado goes to Heriberto Palma.

Rafael Chao will control Mexicali.

And Tecate...

is now Joaquín Guzmán Loera's...

MEXICAN UNITED STATES

...who, from this day forward...

will be recognized as a boss.

JOAQUÍN GUZMÁN LOERA BOSS

-Congrats, boss. -Well done, Chapo.

To Miguel Ángel,

who's in jail, but did a good deed.

He should've made me boss when I asked him to.

Miguel Ángel is fucked.

But me?

I'm unstoppable now.

Cheers!

Hi, sweetie.

-Bring more ice, okay? -Do it yourself.

Quino, be careful, son.

Hold this.

-Do you want one? -Yes.

Ale, the tray.

You still mad?

Now you care? I thought I only talked shit.

Hello, everyone.

Be careful or she'll get jealous.

Dad!

Son!

Go play with your brother.

Come here.

-I brought this. -Thank you.

There's some meat if the boy's hungry.

Later, when they stop playing.

Need a hand?

Asshole.

For you.

Hello.

Hello?

Congrats, Chapito.

-Ramón? -Yes, who else?

Benjamín told me to invite you to Ismael's birthday party.

In Tijuana?

Yeah, it will be a huge party.

Bring a good present, asshole.

I got another job for you, pal.

-It's a party. -Okay.

You'll go on my behalf,

so buy a very nice present.

Tell the Avendaños I'm sorry, I had a family emergency

or something, but make it good.

Why can't you make it?

Because we have work to do.

Don't fuck this up.

You wanted to be a boss so bad, and now you won't enjoy it?

You're wrong, Güero.

I want to enjoy everything.

But the more power I have, the more I'll enjoy it.

You have to walk before you start running, pal.

Easy does it.

Miguelón is in jail, man. We can start running now.

His men have no leader.

Rayo will go to the party, and we'll recruit Miguel's men

before someone else does it.

If you tell me what you need,

-maybe I can help you. -Move.

Easy, easy, everyone!

We just want to talk to your boss.

Boss.

Nobody move!

We just want to talk.

Your boss is in jail, yes or no?

Well, yes.

-And you want to keep working? -Yes, sir, but...

It's your choice.

Stay on the losing side and keep working for Miguel Ángel,

or come work for me on the winning side.

I'm sorry, boss, but I can't ditch Miguel Ángel that easily.

-Are you afraid he'll kill you? -Yes.

-But you're not afraid I'll kill you? -Well, yes.

But I'm more scared of him.

From now on, you work for me.

LIVA'S HOUSE. MIGUEL ÁNGEL'S LAWYER GUADALAJARA

Here you go.

All the evidence Mr. Miguel Ángel spent years gathering.

GOVERNOR OF SINALOA

Bribes to politicians, the army,

everyone he bought.

Well, you've got what you were looking for.

-Where are your guards? -Excuse me?

We don't want no trouble.

We'll take the evidence and leave. We don't want no trouble.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That your guards are waiting to kill us.

But we aren't leaving alone.

-You're coming with us. -Move!

Let's go.

This way.

Hey!

-So we weren't overreacting. -Don't shoot.

Put the guns down.

-Or your boss dies. -Put them down!

Easy, pal.

Grab the briefcase.

-Happy birthday, love. -Thanks.

-Happy birthday, Dad. -Thanks, son.

-Pal. -Thanks, man.

-This is amazing. -My pleasure, man.

It was the least I could do for you. No need to thank me.

Well, look at that.

Rayo López.

You're a sight for sore eyes, sweetie.

-Are you staying here? -Yes.

But even if I wasn't, with you here, I'd change hotels in no time.

So, want to have a drink?

And you can tell me what you're doing here.

Okay. But just one.

Happy birthday, Don Ismael!

Ramón. Thanks.

Do you remember our boy?

Lobito?

Of course. See how tall he is?

Don't be like that, asshole.

-Pay your respects. -Happy birthday, Don Ismael.

-Thanks, boy. -Come on, Ismael.

-Excuse me. -Of course, man.

What's this? Is it for me?

It's a present for a party I'm going to.

If you want anything, just ask. Your wish is my command.

-Cut it. -I'm not doing anything.

-Where were we? -You never change...

Tell me about that party.

You'll have to see it to believe me.

But I think that can be arranged, don't you?

Cheers.

Whoever did this came for whatever was in there.

General, one of the guards is still alive.

He saw everything.

It was Guzmán Loera, El Chapo.

That asshole Chapo isn't here yet.

Güero is late, too.

He can't do this shit. Who does that fucker think he is?

Slow down with the alcohol, Ramón.

I want a quiet night.

There you go. Thanks.

Rayo, did you really have to come?

-We should have stayed at the hotel. -I have to do this for my pal.

-Just a few minutes, and we can go. -Okay.

Let's go.

What's up?

What's your name?

Armando López, but they call me Rayo.

-I love that song. Let's go! -Just a minute.

You're not on the list. I can't let you in.

Then look for my pal's name. Go ahead.

I'm gonna ask you to leave.

-We're not going in? -Wait.

I told you. Look for my pal's name.

El Chapo. Joaquín Guzmán, go on.

I said, leave.

-Don't talk to me like that, asshole. -What's your problem?

-Wait. I said, wait! -I'm sorry, he drank too much...

There it is. Look, here. Are you blind or what? Look, man.

Armando, stop it.

Listen to your woman, asshole.

Don't tell me what to do, fucker.

I'm here on behalf of Chapo Guzmán, move.

No, no, stop it!

Stop it now!

What are you doing? Stop!

I don't give a fuck about that asshole.

-Am I lying? - Leave him alone!

Stop this now!

-What the fuck? -Stop it! Leave him alone!

Ramón! Jimmy.

-Let him go! -Let him go!

-Ramón, it's me. Rayo. -What the fuck are you doing here, fucker?

I'm here on behalf of Chapo.

Who the fuck does he think he is, sending a cheap drunk?

-Watch it, asshole. -Your boss is the asshole, fucker.

Send this to Chapo.

Ramón!

Follow me, please.

For your troubles, Doctor.

They belittle me and then kill my man.

This is the end of the Avendaños, Güero.

Sir, Joaquín Guzmán Loera is the killer. They call him Chapo.

I believe we should kill hm.

Go ahead.

-I think that would be a mistake, sir. -Don't disrespect the president, asshole.

Easy. Let him speak.

With all due respect, Mr. President...

the bosses see General Blanco as an imposed leader.

They didn't choose him.

If we kill one of them so soon,

the balance we have now could be disrupted.

What's your name?

Conrado Higuera Sol, Mr. President.

Due to his lack of experience, Mr. Sol can't understand

that you don't ask the drug lords for their opinion.

You give them orders, and they must follow them.

If they don't, you kill them.

You're both right.

Control that Chapo.

But do it... without violence.

Like Mr. Sol suggested.

Of course, sir.

I'm sorry, General.

It was careless of me.

-It won't happen again, sir. -Of course it won't!

Because if it does, you'll be dining with maggots.

Subtitle translation by María Pía Rebussone