Narcos: Mexico (2018) s03e01 Episode Script

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[AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING]
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
[ALARMS SOUNDING]
AMADO: [IN SPANISH] Come on, you motherfucker
Don't do this.
MANNY: You out there, boss?
Come in, boss. Boss?
AMADO: Hold on!
[ENGINE EXPLODES]
AMADO: Fuck. No!
Fuck! No!
I'm going down. Repeat. I'm going down.
Seven miles, southeast.
Seven miles southeast of the airstrip.
Repeat. I'm going down.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck
[GRUNTS]
[COUGHING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
MANNY: Boss?
AMADO: Yeah.
Almost loaded up, boss.
AMADO: Good.
What about the plane?
Bury it.
Have you brought shovels, assholes?
I'm fucking with you, Manny.
[CHUCKLES] Oh.
What's that?
You call for more help, boss?
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
AMADO: Holy shit.
Get in the fucking trucks.
Let's go. Let's go!
Let's go.
MAN 1: Come on!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
MAN 2: Fuck this
[MAN 2 EXCLAIMS]
[GUNSHOTS]
Come on!
[GUNSHOTS CONTINUE]
[AMADO GRUNTS]
Good afternoon, guys. What's up?
Inside the pickup, there's a bag I found.
Almost seventy grand in it
Maybe your men can use it.
New uniforms
A night out
There's my plane, too, if you want it.
I'm putting you under military arrest
and transporting you
to the nearest prison.
ISABELLA: My father used to tell me
"What's the point in having a voice
if you don't use it?"
to ask a lot of questions.
When I was a kid, the teacher told us
the earth is always spinning.
I didn't believe her
because she couldn't explain
why I didn't feel anything move.
Told me I was being a distraction.
To be honest, she was a shitty teacher
but she was right.
There are forces moving us.
Shaping our lives that we're not aware of.
Some of us
try to figure out how they work.
[IN SPANISH] Some of us use our voice
Amado Carrillo Fuentes
was just a mid-level narco.
One of several former lieutenants
of Félix Gallardo,
who formed new organizations
that coexisted peacefully.
And the rest of us, we were
on the brink of a globalized economy
that would deliver prosperity for all.
Things made sense.
A few years later, all that would be
turned on its fucking head.
And trust me, those changes,
they were ones we felt.
[OPENING THEME SONG PLAYING]
Colored HI and improvements by GoldBerg44
WALT: Someone was asking me what
the hardest part about this has been.
You know, for me,
it's just been letting go.
You know, opening up
House I grew up in, it
It always felt like someone
was stepping on your chest. Every day.
Like you were walking a tightrope,
and at any second, shit could just go off.
Explode.
But I was lucky because I had my brother.
There were two of us,
so we had each other.
At least till I was 15.
Then one day,
he came and told me he was leaving.
Said he was joining the army
and wanted to get into law enforcement.
Basically get the fuck out of Dodge.
Pretty soon after that, he was gone.
And then I was all alone,
and angry all the time.
The only time that I felt like
that foot got off
my chest was when I drank.
And so, I drank.
It's just what I did, and
I guess letting go
seems like it'd be pretty easy,
but, um it's not.
I don't know. I just
I just have to keep
trying to figure it out.
And I'll keep trying.
Anyways, thanks.
MIKE: Been a while since you shared.
Yeah, I was just
taking your advice and doing the work.
MIKE: Mmm.
How does that feel?
They call it work for a reason.
- MIKE: You're doing it, though.
- WALT: Yeah.
Finally talked to my guy for you.
- Got you a face-to-face.
- Yeah?
Told him you were solid.
Just don't make me look like a clown now.
These dudes do not play.
Mike, I promise you, I won't let you down.
Bring your CDL.
White boy long-haulers
are money in the bank.
All right. Anything else?
Come by the car lot on Alameda
and Sun Park tomorrow at 3:00.
- All right. I'll see you then.
- See you then.
Hey, Mike
Thank you.
Your brother loves you, man.
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE ROARS]
Shit wasn't on either one of you.
I'll see you tomorrow.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
Wow. Your story
made me want to drink, man.
- WALT: Yeah?
- Like, really badly.
Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Fucker finally set the meet.
We got all that on tape, too.
Good shit, Walt.
What the fuck is a CDL?
It's a commercial driver's license.
Truck drivers 101.
You can get me one of those, right?
I'll make you up one right now.
Seriously, nobody feels like a beer?
I got a redneck driver's license to make.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUFFLED RAP MUSIC PLAYING]
VICTOR: [IN SPANISH] Go right.
Down that way
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Daz, you home, man?
MAN 1: Yo, who is it?
VICTOR: Daz, open up, bro.
MAN 1: Man, who the fuck is Daz?
VICTOR: [IN SPANISH] Go, go.
Find the fucking money.
[GLASS BREAKING]
- [GUNSHOT]
- [MAN GRUNTS]
- [GUNSHOT]
- VICTOR: [IN SPANISH] Go, go, go!
- ROGELIO: Go!
Got the money! Let's roll! Go, go, go!
VICTOR: Out, out, out!
Let's get the fuck out of here!
ROGELIO: Let's go!
- [MAN SCREAMS]
- [GUNSHOTS]
[GRUNTS]
- ROGELIO: He's dead.
- VICTOR: Grab him.
- ROGELIO: Fuck.
- [SIREN WAILING]
VICTOR: Fuck!
Leave him. Let's go, let's go!
ROGELIO: Let's go!
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV]
Walk it back.
Down lunge, hut, hut! Kicking!
[IN SPANISH] Divide the cash.
Put aside two grand for the Captain.
What about the kid back there?
Luis fucked up.
What, Rogelio?
Did he have a family?
A girlfriend, I think.
In Chihuahua.
Get some money to her.
Okay.
got some bad news coming their way,
once we start tearing
their shit down one by one.
El Paso PD's up to speed.
We'll have a briefing tomorrow morning.
- Go okay tonight? Feel good?
- Yes, sir.
- All right, good work. Get some rest.
- Sir
Those wire transcripts today,
anything on Amado Carrillo Fuentes?
No. No, nothing for a while now.
Your boy's disappeared, Walt.
Maybe your giant fucking hard-on for him
scared him off
into the hills of Chihuahua.
Yeah, maybe.
[SNIFFS]
Hey, Mills, you got any quarters?
[CELL DOOR BUZZES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[CELL DOOR CLOSES]
SOCIAL REINTEGRATION N 4
PARRAL, CHIHUAHUA
[BALLAD PLAYING IN SPANISH OVER STEREO]
[R&B MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY OVER SPEAKERS]
- WALT: Dani?
- DANI: Hey!
[DOOR CLOSES]
WALT: Hey, how was work?
Ugh, department meeting wouldn't end.
- Sorry I smell like an ashtray.
- Mmm.
Hey, I didn't say a thing.
Check this out.
- I fuckin' scored!
- [LAUGHS]
My God, look at them, so shiny and round.
I'm talkin' three, four loads, easy.
We could run two dryers at the same time.
Yeah, sky's the limit.
Maybe even do towels.
Oof. My hero! This is real progress.
[WATER RUNNING]
- Did your thing come today?
- No, but thanks for reminding me.
WALT: Be honest with me,
how many times did you check the mailbox?
I'm prepared to accept
whatever path the universe presents.
Oh, yeah, 'cause you're
the path-accepting type.
How was your undercover thing?
It wasn't bad,
other than all the cigarettes.
Oh, yeah? For you?
Is it depressing, the stories?
Not as bad as it was last week.
But I'm making the arrest soon.
DANI: Hmm.
Do you feel bad at all
for this guy you're working
What's his name? Was it Mike?
Well, he's a big boy. He made his choices.
Yeah, fuck Mike and his choices.
- There you go.
- [CHUCKLES]
[CLEARS THROAT]
Hey, you end up talking
about your brother tonight?
I spoke, but I just made some shit up.
[SHOWER CURTAIN OPENING]
[UPBEAT ACCORDION MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH]
RAFAEL: [IN SPANISH] Add sixty and close it
Look who's home! [LAUGHS]
Fuck, man
What, they don't have
razor blades in the joint?
Hey, was I supposed to pick you up?
Someone was.
- And?
- And?
Well, asshole
What took so long, man?
I was inside for three fucking months.
It's a whole thing.
- You don't say.
- Really.
Had to find the right guy to pay.
Takes time, believe me
Hey, no one told you to get caught.
Aren't you too old for that shit?
- [MAN CHUCKLES]
- RAFAEL: Eh.
[SNAPS FINGERS] Get lost.
And? How's business?
- Great.
- Yeah?
Moving loads into El Paso
two, three times a week.
Running cash back. Didn't miss a beat.
Good, good.
Find us some new warehouses over there?
- The shit we talked about
- Uh
Yeah, that didn't work out.
More spots just means more exposure,
more money on rent.
We need to spread shit out,
keep things separate.
Our thing works. Juárez works, Amado.
Like a motherfucker. So why change it?
Damn it.
If the whole operation connects,
the whole thing can go down.
- It's gonna get us caught.
- RAFAEL: Look
You just worry about transpo.
And not crashing our planes.
Come on, have a fucking drink.
- [WHISTLES]
- AMADO: Next time.
Hey, 'least let me give you
a little "welcome home" present
There you go.
What's wrong?
[CHUCKLES]
Queen got her panties in a bunch.
[WATER RUNNING]
[GARGLES]
[TURNS FAUCET OFF]
- VICTOR: Is it ready?
- TENCI: Mmm-hmm.
VICTOR: Let's see.
Did it get cold?
No, it's fine.
How'd it go last night?
Don't ask.
TENCI: Mmm.
- Money's in the thing.
- Mmm-hmm.
[ROMANTIC POP SONG PLAYING IN SPANISH]
Going in soon?
[SONG STOPS]
Victor.
- What's up?
- Going in soon?
Yeah.
Stop by Mrs. Barragan's on your way.
What for?
Told her you'd stop by
on your way to work.
God damn it. How many times have I said
don't make plans for me?
God damn it.
What if she's fallen in love with me?
And wants to run away
together to Acapulco?
Just leave the coffee tin.
I'm not gonna go see her.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
VICTOR: Good morning, Mrs. Barragan.
Thank you
for coming to see me, Officer Tapia.
Please, just Victor.
MRS. BARRAGAN: Come in, please.
VICTOR: Thanks.
MRS. BARRAGAN: Her name is Teresa.
- VICTOR: She's your niece?
- MRS. BARRAGAN: Yes.
She's been living with me since last year,
when my sister got sick.
[SIGHS] She hasn't been home
in over four days
You don't say.
I don't know what else to do.
I called the police three times.
They never came.
Hmm.
Could it be
with all due respect
that she's with a boyfriend?
Maybe she went off with friends.
Teresa's not like that.
Let me show you.
Look.
This dress
- For her quinceañera next month.
- Hmm.
Teresa saved up for months
to buy this dress.
She wouldn't run away now,
with her party so close.
No, definitely not.
That's why, well
I, uh
Officer Tapia.
I know how things work.
Just Victor, please.
Look
I have to report for my shift.
But I'll ask around, I promise.
Thank you so much.
I just want her found
- Of course.
- Uh
Have a nice day.
Yes, thank you for coming.
Oh!
Wait. Before you leave.
You'll need this.
Okay.
Thank you.
What's up?
ROGELIO: There he is.
Thought maybe you got mugged or something.
I was waiting for a cop
but then you showed up.
Guess you're fucked, bro.
VICTOR: Let's go.
[SONG PLAYS ON STEREO IN SPANISH]
Keep it quiet, man. My ass is tired.
- Is that right?
- [INCREASES VOLUME]
- [TURNS STEREO OFF]
- [ROGELIO LAUGHS]
VICTOR: Fuck you, Rogelio.
[DOG BARKING]
AMADO: What the fuck is this?
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
MANNY: Let the band play!
Boss!
Boss! Didn't know
you were getting home today.
You don't say, asshole.
You want a beer? To celebrate.
How do you like your house?
Pretty cool, right?
I'm tired, Manny.
Tell them to fuck off.
MANNY: Sure. You got it, boss.
Hey, you fuckers! Party's over!
Boss.
You got several calls from a lady
called Marisol?
It's me. Sorry, been away on business.
MARISOL: [OVER PHONE] Amado, listen
AMADO: What?
It's about Anna.
Is she okay?
AMADO: What did the doctors say?
That it was an asthmatic reaction.
She had those before.
Not like this.
Said it's what triggered
the respiratory attack.
Was she scared?
Sorry
[INHALES DEEPLY]
That was last summer
MARISOL: Yes.
She grew a lot since you last saw her.
AMADO: I'm sorry I missed the burial.
Where were you?
Prison.
Can you take me to see where she's buried?
No. You'll have to go on your own.
You need some money?
To cover the priest all the rest of it?
What you send every month covered it.
We never really chose, did we?
We never chose to be a family. A real one.
Never chose not to be one, either.
We just went along.
Maybe that's why God took her from us.
We didn't deserve her.
There's food in the kitchen
if you're hungry.
Take it slow.
Old folks live in this neighborhood.
I could give you a hand. As you wish
Okay, that works.
Get outta here, friend.
a police officer in El Paso, Texas,
made about $2,000 a month before overtime.
Walk across
the Stanton Street Bridge to Juárez
[IN SPANISH] Good day.
a cop made $150 a month.
- ROGELIO: [IN SPANISH] What'd he have?
- Here
money up to his commanding officer.
[IN SPANISH] Wait!
What about the burritos the other day?
- Fine. We going?
- Yeah.
police have no choice
but to make ends meet another way.
[IN SPANISH] Slowly, eh?
in a place like Ciudad Juárez,
cops don't solve crimes.
They commit them.
[IN SPANISH] We grabbing a beer tonight?
VICTOR: Can't, man
Got some shit to do after work.
welcome to Operation Nissan.
Last four months, we been working
Juárez crews crossing coke.
Mostly using Nissan 300s
riding low from the weight in the trunk.
These dipshits ever heard of air shocks?
That's why we don't catch the smart ones.
3:00 p.m., we're making contact
with the Juárez crew chief,
owns a used car lot.
All right, I'm a truck driver,
hired on to haul coke for the Colombians
wherever they're making pickups.
Now, I'll be wired up.
My team will be monitoring, backed up
by two marked units of El Paso PD.
We're looking at the usual here.
Guns, dope, bad guys, one, maybe 200 keys.
- How many arrests?
- Five or six, tops.
- Go sign?
- I'll ask for a smoke.
On Agent Breslin's signal,
I'll send out the radio call.
We move in, make the arrests.
Now, I don't want anybody getting spooked.
Let's keep a light touch on surveillance.
We're going to do this thing right.
Grab some of Amado Carrillo's coke
and put some of these guys on ice.
My intel is Rafael Aguilar
calling shots in Juárez.
- He's the brains down there.
- Yeah, well
I heard different.
If Carrillo's the man, why'd he just
spend three months in lockup?
My buddy in customs heard Carrillo
was picked up by a fucking army patrol.
Don't feel like a "boss" look to me.
Thank you, everyone.
If you have any questions,
you let me know.
[DRILL WHIRRING]
[IN SPANISH] Doesn't look
how I pictured it.
[CAR HONKS]
RAFAEL: Let's go, man.
Can't keep
this fancy prick waiting, right?
Look at this place.
Fucking Roman castle!
What else could you want?
Now let's make this place look nice!
RAFAEL: Heard you went back to Sinaloa.
Family stuff.
I was born a couple miles from here.
Place just like that.
Fuck that.
Look at me now.
Hmm? [LAUGHS]
Check out this motherfucker.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
what's wrong with Mexico,
this is the face I see.
Carlos Hank Gonzalez
was known as El Profesor.
He started life as a rural school teacher
selling candy
on the side to make ends meet.
He didn't stay poor for long.
The PRI ran Mexico,
and Hank had a gift
for cutting deals and trading favors.
He moved through
party ranks like a freight train,
serving as mayor of Mexico City,
governor, cabinet secretary.
But somehow, Hank found time
to start a banking
and transportation empire.
You'd think a career politician
amassing a fortune
worth hundreds of millions
might raise some awkward questions.
[IN SPANISH] A politician who is poor
is a poor politician.
Gotta admit, it's a good line.
For decades, he guided the PRI,
shaping every decision the party made.
Presidents came and went, but Hank stayed.
The embodiment
of institutional corruption.
He got all the perks
and none of the bullshit.
The president got the pretty sash,
but Carlos Hank had the power.
CARLOS: [IN SPANISH] My business group
is making some purchases in Juárez.
You own several lots of land
we're interested in.
They haven't been developed,
but we'll still pay a fair price.
[RAFAEL SIGHS]
We'd like to help you out,
but we have big plans for that land.
CARLOS: Really?
So far, those "big plans"
have amounted to a slum
and a chicken processing plant.
[CLICKS TONGUE AND CHUCKLES]
The Hank Group is expanding into Juárez.
We're "moving into the neighborhood."
I know you two control
certain local commercial interests.
Going forward, I expect
that business will be done discretely.
Any complications
to my interests are unacceptable.
[CHUCKLES]
Thank you, chief!
You've got the coldest beer in Juárez.
Gentlemen
Come up with a price for that land.
You ever gonna say anything?
Should put an "asshole tax"
on that land he wants.
Maybe the fancy prick
moves our stuff north
on all those trains and shit he owns.
Our business isn't big enough
to make it worth his time.
- The margins aren't there.
- Ah.
He's buying into NAFTA.
What it's gonna do to this border
Shit's not even a real thing yet.
If he's moving in, it will be.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
I see him.
All right, boys. Here we go.
What's up, man?
MIKE: What's up, man?
- Ready to do this, brother?
- WALT: I am.
- MIKE: Bring your CDL?
- WALT: Sure did.
MIKE: Sit tight. I'll grab the boss.
WALT: Two by the garage.
No weapons visible.
Right on time.
Fucker's practically scraping the ground.
MIKE: Chris!
This is my buddy, Chris. Solid dude.
He's looking to put in some work.
- Mike says you drive long haul.
- Off and on for about ten years.
- MAN: Got a clean sheet?
- I do. Spotless.
- MAN: What kind of rig?
- Kenworths, mostly. Anteaters.
We move our shit with legit loads.
Real bills of lading.
Helps if you get pulled over.
I don't get pulled over.
We pack the cargo. You don't open the back
until you get to the destination, ever.
Understood.
Mike says you're cool.
Let's see how you do. Don't fuck up.
WALT: After a couple of runs,
I might take that LeBaron off your hands.
- MAN: Make me an offer.
- WALT: All right.
All right.
God damn it.
MAN: Want one, man?
Nah.
My old lady's on me to quit.
- MAN: Need to make a copy of your CDL.
- WALT: Yeah. Sure thing.
MIKE: You good, bro?
Gotta pay the water bill.
Some place around here
I could hit the head?
Right there.
What the fuck? Are we going in?
10-22.10-22. Do not break position.
Two white vans headed south on Alameda.
Texas plates. Tail 'em.
10-22. Hold positions.
I repeat, hold your position.
Two white vans, Texas plates,
headed south on Alameda. Get on them, now.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
- Everything cool?
- Yeah.
Bad boy's gotta be moved around back.
Keys are inside. Go for it, man.
Stand by to go in.
- Can he drive that thing?
- You kidding me? Fuck no.
Be ready to roll. Stand by.
WALT: What is this? A driving test?
You'll be spending a lot of time in there.
Might as well get used to it.
You okay, man?
Man, I can't lie to you. I fucked up.
Last night, I was nervous.
I really wanted today to go smooth and
had that rat running around in my skull,
and I slipped.
I had a drink.
Shit, man. I'm sorry.
Hey, this too shall pass.
Tomorrow's another day, right?
But right now, I need you
to move this fucking rig, Chris.
You said you drove a Kenworth T600, right?
The one with the set-back front axle?
Hey, Fernie, come here, will you?
Come on. God damn it!
What the fuck's going on, man?
I got this. Hold your positions.
Who the fuck are you talking to?
I repeat, hold your positions.
Everyone hold tight. Do not move.
MIKE: You trying to catch
a fucking bullet?
- Listen, Mike, I need you to calm down.
- Fuck you.
Mike, I'm a DEA agent.
Are you trying to get me killed?
I need you
to shut the fuck up and calm down.
Calm down? Fuck that.
I got a Glock 9 service weapon.
If you don't get it together,
I'll pull it out and shoot you
in the head right here.
I'll shoot you
square in the fucking face, Mike.
Hey, man. [CLEARS THROAT]
- Thanks, man.
- Everything okay?
Yeah. We were just checking out the rig,
man. It's pretty sweet.
Yeah, it's all good.
How about Thursday at 9:00?
Get you started.
Sounds good.
- Mike, you still catching a ride with me?
- Yeah.
[SIREN WAILS]
WALT: Those vans were carrying cash.
But you never actually saw the money?
Both vans had a gunslinger riding shotgun.
Security, that means cash.
We know the Nissans
come north, riding heavy with coke.
Both those vans were loaded up
and on their way out.
What? They're shipping coke
back to Mexico now?
You sure those vans are headed
to the other side of the river?
If they are,
it's 'cause they're moving money.
MILLS: [OVER RADIO] Come in, Jaime.
Yeah, go ahead, Mills.
Yeah, I tailed them to the border.
Lost both vans
once they crossed into Juárez.
Son of a bitch. Copy, Mills. Thank you.
Look, coke comes and goes every day,
but when do we ever put
our eyes on the money?
Never.
If Juárez has spots over here
holding cash, even temporarily
we got to play that out, sir.
We sit on them, pin down their schedule,
when a bunch
of money's on the move, we grab it.
And when Amado and Aguilar
come looking for whoever took it,
we take 'em right here in El Paso.
Walt's right.
This might be a chance to damage Juárez.
We're gonna take our time and do it right.
Might bring the Feds in,
we Title III the whole damn thing.
Fuck, yeah.
Expand surveillance
at all the sites we've ID'd.
I'll get the FBI on board.
Then you and Mills,
you get a jump on those T3 applications.
- Hey, give me a sec, will you?
- Yeah.
Hey, Mike.
That's a real violation of the fellowship.
Well, there's programs in prison.
I hope you stick with it.
Fuck you, man.
- He didn't take that so well.
- [LAUGHS]
AMADO: Hey
[IN SPANISH] It's me.
MARISOL: What is it, Amado?
Um
I was thinking about what you said.
You were right.
I never chose.
It wasn't about you,
or Anna. It's just, I
[SIGHS] Fuck, how do I explain?
I've always stood
on the outside of things.
I know that.
I was married to you, Amado.
Look, I should go
Yeah. Goodbye.
[SAD GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING]
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]
Fuck. Look who's here! [LAUGHS]
Hey, don't let this dude's
pretty hair fool you.
[WOMAN GASPING AND EXCLAIMING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [WOMAN SHRIEKS]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOMAN CRYING]
CARLOS: Son of a bitch
Do you know what I do, Mr. Carrillo?
Yes, sir.
You decide who gets to be president.
So why are your men blocking my plane?
No, no. I just wanted to make sure
you got the deeds
to the land you were interested in.
Here.
Yours, free of charge.
A phrase that's one of the more
frequently told lies in Christendom.
I want another conversation,
once I'm ready to make you
a business proposal.
No offense
but I'm not sure
how our businesses could intersect.
The racetrack you own in Tijuana
launders millions
for the Arellano Felix brothers.
I'm in the same business they are.
Where's your partner?
He's gone. It's just me now.
Difference of opinion?
AMADO: Of method. And vision.
I know what happens to this place
when the trade deal you made
with the Americans goes into effect.
I know what this border can be,
and so do you.
Welcome to Juárez, Mr. Hank.
[TV PLAYING SOFTLY]
[PAGER VIBRATING]
- WALT: Yeah, I'm good.
[LINE RINGING]
Hey, it's me. What's up?
JAIME: Well, I just got a call
from the Mex feds.
Rafael Aguilar was shot dead
across the river tonight.
No word on who pulled the trigger.
We both know who did it.
Yeah.
Amado made his move.
We'll be waiting for him
when he comes looking for that cash.
Fuck!
- I'll see you tomorrow, sir.
- Good work. See you then.
I did talk about my brother
the other night at that meeting.
I told his story.
Or at least I tried to.
I'm glad.
You should do it more.
Not just when you're undercover
at an AA meeting.
- Yeah.
- Mmm.
CORONER: [IN SPANISH] She a prostitute?
VICTOR: She's fourteen.
Have you seen her or not?
[SIGHS]
Doesn't look familiar.
Let's check the others to make sure.
You came all this way, right?
Power went out
in both refrigeration units last week
Fucking mess.
[FLIES BUZZING]
CORONE: There they are.
[ROMANTIC POP SONG PLAYING IN SPANISH]
VICTOR: They were murdered?
Yeah, probably.
Who were they?
No ID.
Whores, probably.
Call me if she shows up.
Sure thing.
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