Narcos: Mexico (2018) s03e04 Episode Script
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SOLDIER 1: [IN SPANISH] Now!
LIMON: Fuck! They found us, boss.
Motherfuckers!
Upstairs, come on!
[GROANS]
PABLO: Keep moving!
[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
- [SOLDIER GROANS]
- Boss, this way!
SOLDIER 2: We have him.
Don't let him get away!
[SOLDIER GROANS]
Move it!
Let's go!
- PABLO: Go, go!
- [GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
SOLDIER 3: It's him!
[GRUNTING]
SOLDIER 4: Cease fire!
Cease fire!
Cease fire!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
SOLDIER 5: Sergeant Sarmiento
You just shot Pablo Escobar!
[GUN FIRES]
- SOLDIER 6: Long live Colombia!
- [OTHER SOLDIERS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY]
MALE REPORTER: Pablo Escobar,
the man accused of hundreds of murders
was shot to death on a rooftop
in his hometown of Medellín,
while trying to escape the Special Forces
that surrounded his hideout
in a middle-class neighborhood.
- The "King of Cocaine" couldn't escape
when he confronted the snipers
who were in the nearby buildings.
Authorities were really happy
when they knew that the drug lord
What's up, dude?
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, I'm watching
Congratulations.
Eh?
The house?
Still working on it.
Look
Can you get out of town?
[WOMAN ON TV SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Wherever you want, brother.
Don't think it's smart
to meet in Cali right now.
But it's time we had that conversation.
All right.
WOMAN: [ON TV] I want you to remember
all the good things he did.
Because he didn't do
any of the bad things they say.
[OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
Colored HI and improvements by GoldBerg44
NARRATOR: In December of 1993, the death
of Pablo Escobar was front-page news.
But there was still
plenty of coke in Juárez
moving across the border into El Paso.
Amado's new system was up and running.
But when you're moving that much volume,
something can always go wrong.
[TIRES SCREECH]
MAN ON STREET: Holy shit!
He just ran the light.
MAN 2: Can someone see if they're okay?
WOMAN ON STREET: Oh, my God.
Call an ambulance!
NARRATOR: But even when it did,
the operation didn't miss a beat.
INVESTIGATOR: You're telling me
these jokers packed you with 34 keys?
And you don't have so much
as a name if something went wrong?
MAN 1: [OVER PHONE] Come on, man,
you must know something.
This is a fucking waste of time.
MAN 2: [OVER PHONE] Let's hear it, Jairo,
we ain't got all day.
Who tells you where to go?
The beeper.
It goes off, I call the number,
some robot voice
gives me the pickup time and stuff.
INVESTIGATOR: Robot voice?
Johnny 5 moving Colombian snort.
Jesus Christ!
INVESTIGATOR: When I come back,
you better have some fucking names
we can use, Jairo.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SLAMS]
'Cause you're a minor
and the goddamn statute
don't apply to you.
You can dump his ass
in a lion pit, he still don't know shit.
Just like the rest of 'em.
CAPTAIN: I guess you're lucky
'cause it's not your problem much longer.
Get anything off the kid?
Yeah. Amado's usin' robots.
[CHUCKLES]
That wouldn't surprise me.
- Well, um, here.
- [DOOR CLOSES]
I wanted to be the one to
Your official Chicago transfer,
parking and all.
Talked with your new ASAC.
I might have laid it on a bit thick,
but I'm sure you'll live up.
Anyway
All right, man, thank you.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[SPANISH SONG PLAYING OVER RADIO]
MAYO: [IN SPANISH] Here to fuck up
my business, too?
No. I won't move your product on my boats.
After that shit
you pulled in Puerto Vallarta,
shouldn't even be talking to you.
Come on, Mayo.
Looks like you could use a hand.
AZUL: Look, mistakes got made.
We know what we did might leave you
in a bad spot with the Arellanos.
But figured telling you would
Force me to choose sides.
Truth is, now we have no routes.
We can offer you protection.
You aren't in a position
to offer anyone protection.
We're not afraid of those assholes.
[EXHALES]
You're fucked, Chapo
Taking out Benjamín was
probably the right move for you.
It's not your strategy I question.
It's your aim.
And since you failed,
you also lost access to the border.
So you can't pay for the war
you just started with the Arellanos.
Hmm?
You didn't just attack them,
you embarrassed them.
They're gonna make an example of you.
I could hand you assholes
my whole operation,
wouldn't make a dent in your problems.
What about Güero?
I hope he's off
making a deal with the Gulf.
Waiting on word now.
Amado's your best bet,
but you're here talking to me.
- Amado just hasn't called us back yet
- [CELL PHONE RINGING]
MAYO: What's up, Güero?
Chapo.
Amado's not picking up
'cause he knows what you'll ask.
Hmm.
[GRUNTING]
You have my friendship
but not my boats.
We're all responsible
for our own survival.
Things the way they are,
you can't win this fight.
Thanks for your time, Mayo.
CHAPO: Hey, Mayo
Excuse me, Azul.
What would you do?
Huh?
What would you do if you were us?
Stay out of sight, Chapo.
Hide for a bit.
Pay your men well,
you'll need their loyalty.
Keep after Amado.
He doesn't like to disappoint his friends.
And brother,
pray an earthquake hits Tijuana.
CHAPO: Okay, Mayo. Thank you.
[CAR STARTING]
[CAR DOOR OPENS]
[SIGHS]
Güero says Abrego laughed in his face.
The Gulf's closed to us, too.
CHAPO: Fuck.
So what do we do now?
Mayo's right, we need to keep
our fucking heads low.
I'm heading to Culiacan.
You get to Guadalajara,
wait it out in a safe house.
Wait for what?
The fucking earthquake.
Everything good?
All good.
At your service.
Where you think you're going?
MARTA: Was supposed to be done
40 minutes ago.
WAITER: Hey, I don't want to hear it.
PACHO: All the way to fucking Cuba,
just to see another Mexican.
What's up, bro?
You look good.
Sorry we're late,
bureaucrats wanted some attention.
No.
For communists they've got a lot of
fucking business proposals, eh?
I'm afraid you're about to hear another.
Chepe, Gilberto, you remember Amado.
- How are you?
- How are you?
AMADO: Thanks for making
the trip up here.
I believe that in this business,
partnerships work best
when we take the time
to understand each other.
From what I know of you,
and from the time I've spent with Pacho,
I've come to think you see
things as I see them.
Ah, this is the business part?
Yeah, this is the business part.
And what I see is this:
With Medellin going down,
the business is changing.
Which means we adapt quickly,
or we die the same way.
By "adapt,"
I assume you mean make you richer somehow?
I want you to pay me in cocaine.
[LAUGHING]
Look at you
[LAUGHS]
Félix's Judas comes for his silver.
[LAUGHS]
You want us to make you
our competitor in the United States?
AMADO: No, sir.
I want all of us to acknowledge the truth.
As we speak, some fucker in a DEA office
is taking down Pablo Escobar's picture
and putting up the three of you.
Cali has a target on its back.
We're businessmen.
Escobar
was a savage. Understood?
I understand.
But to the gringos, we're all savages.
But if we do this, your exposure in
the U.S. gets cut in half.
How's that?
Your cash-flow becomes
completely internal.
Huh.
And then you and I sit down
and negotiate our prices and territories,
so we never compete.
We create what assholes
like Escobar and Felix
could never get their head around
a true alliance.
A business agreement between men.
To build and profit together.
Not some bullshit bargain
between psychopaths.
Let me ask you this,
Amado Carrillo Fuentes.
If Escobar hadn't died,
would you still be sitting here,
making this proposal?
Absolutely, Chepe.
It's just that fate agrees with me.
The world is changing.
You work hard.
You're respectful, for a Mexican.
You understand this business we've chosen.
And you're right.
We've been talking about
making some changes.
But I suspect you knew that.
We'll talk.
We'll be in touch.
Win or lose, that was a hell of a show.
But if Gilberto doesn't go for it,
don't ask me again.
Keep your phone on.
And stay put 'til we call.
[CROWD CHEERING ON TV]
[INDISTINCT SPANISH DIALOGUE ON TV]
BENJAMÍN: How is she today?
[VIDEO GAME BEEPING]
I put some eggs in there a while ago.
Don't think she was awake.
Talk to Amado?
No.
[RAMÓN SIGHS]
He's out of town, apparently.
Well, you tried. I'm done waiting!
I'm gonna try again, Ramón.
I need to know where he stands.
[DOOR OPENS]
Hey, Enedina
You should eat that, you'll feel better.
Is Chapo Guzman dead?
[INHALES SHARPLY]
We're on it.
He's been on the move.
- We got guys looking
- Hey, hey.
- [DOOR SLAMS]
- [BANGING ON DOOR] Enedina!
I'll make this right.
I'm gonna kill him for you.
Now what, bro?
Keep waiting?
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
Fuck everyone.
I want Chapo's head.
Tell Barron
I want his fucking guys here now.
NARRATOR: Benjamín
had declared war on Sinaloa.
To build an army, he turned to the guy
who came up big at the night club attack.
By saving the Arellano brothers,
David Barron set
a new kind of alliance into motion.
He was born and raised just over
the border in Logan Heights, San Diego.
He was locked up
in San Quentin at the age of 16
for killing a guy
who was sitting on his car.
It made him a legend back home.
So, when the Arellanos
asked for more soldiers like him,
he knew where to go.
Hey, be my guest, homie.
American gang members
recruited to fight for a Mexican cartel
- Damn.
- Fuckin' power.
Love that shit, man.
NARRATOR: What could go wrong?
[IN SPANISH] I promise.
You have my word.
Yes?
Thank you so much.
I'll call you back, bye.
Hey.
- Santos wants to kill the photo.
- Are you kidding?
The public needs to see these images.
To understand what the Narcojuniors
are becoming.
It's sensationalism. We have no right.
Who do you think you are?
This is the truth.
SALGADO: Enough.
Run the picture without the body.
[CHUCKLES] Thank you.
You're not in charge
of this paper, Andrea.
SALGADO: Andrea.
Take a seat.
Why don't I have your copy yet?
Told me you were close on the Arellanos
bankrolling the city fathers.
I'm still on it
It's not print-ready. But I have them.
Let's hear it.
It was at the casino.
At Vista De Oro.
I tracked the businessmen
I saw with Benjamín Arellano.
Names, finances.
The AFO is definitely bankrolling them.
But I kept thinking
Why there? Why Vista De Oro?
So I went back.
Kept my eyes on it. No Benjamín,
but the Juniors were regulars.
Which, no big deal. But
on different days,
I saw two of Benjamín's
business buddies show up
on the casino floor
and get escorted to an office.
When they came out,
they were carrying stacks of chips.
Benjamín needs to clean his money.
What better way than a casino?
He couldn't do it
without the casino's knowledge.
No
Not a chance.
So you looked
into Vista De Oro's ownership?
Yeah.
Has several investors.
But it's primarily backed
by a conglomerate under
Carlos Hank Gonzalez.
Look, I get why you wouldn't want to
Wait.
We'll take it in pieces.
Write up what's ready
to go on the business,
and we'll map out next steps.
Yes.
Thanks.
[INDISTINCT]
Andrea
Talk to me before you go any further.
We'll only get one shot at Hank.
You got it.
NARRATOR: Salgado didn't found
La Voz by himself.
His partner
and best friend was a columnist
whose witty attacks
on Baja's corrupt and powerful
were so popular they kept
the paper afloat in the early days.
A few years before I started,
he wrote a column mocking a member
of Carlos Hank Gonzalez's family.
He was shot to death soon after.
Two Hank family bodyguards
turned themselves in for the murder,
and the case was closed
with no further investigation.
But Salgado wouldn't accept that.
Ran headlines blaming Hank for the murder.
Made Salgado a hero.
And La Voz an institution.
He almost never spoke about it.
ROGELIO: [IN SPANISH]
What's it gonna be, man?
You in on this job or not?
What job?
Boss finally asked for a few guys tonight.
Who?
Vincente. Amado's brother
The fucker dropping
half the bodies in Juarez?
We need to show 'em we're solid.
VICTOR: No thanks.
ROGELIO: Going soft in your old age, man.
VICTOR: And you're getting dumber.
MISSING
What's up?
Nothing.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH INDISTINCTLY]
VICTOR: That's why you're losing.
You pussy
If you were at another bar,
they'd have shot you already.
[SPORTS COMMENTATOR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]
[LAUGHING] Dummy.
Give me another four,
and a shot.
Fucking Vucetich,
blowing it with these subs.
Your name's Saenz, right?
Yes.
You still working murders?
As much as anyone.
VICTOR: Thanks again.
[VICTOR SCOFFS]
Join you?
[GRUNTS]
Saw some shit the other night.
[SIGHS] A girl
dead.
She was torn up pretty bad.
She was choked, I think.
Work any bodies like that recently?
People get creative
with hookers sometimes.
ROGELIO: Hey, partner!
I'm coming.
- Why?
- Mm.
You knew her?
Mm.
Haven't seen anything like that
Dead girls
Young ones
Weird shit done to 'em.
So,
did you know the bitch, or no?
No.
You're Tapia, right?
Leave your heart at home.
These streets eat girls up.
Cheers.
Stick to writing tickets.
Don't put your foot
where it doesn't belong.
Makes people nervous.
Understood?
Yeah.
Sure.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: Okay, what's next?
MAN 2: Come on, asshole.
[MEN CONTINUE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[PHONE RINGING]
WAITER: Sir.
There's a call for you.
Pacho.
What's up?
PACHO: Congratulations.
It's done.
You just changed the business.
[LAUGHING]
Pachito,
where the fuck are you at?
Come get a drink to celebrate!
PACHO: Sorry, brother.
Gotta get on this plane.
Amado, listen.
Celebrate tonight.
But tomorrow, get ready.
Because the other Plazas
are gonna find out what you've done,
and they won't be toasting your success.
My partners don't want to hear any excuses
if shit goes sideways.
And neither do I.
[ENDS CALL]
AMADO: Fuck, yeah.
That wasn't because of you.
- No?
- No.
I don't drink a lot of rum.
Okay, well, keep practicing.
Can I get you something?
[CHUCKLES]
Nothing.
It's free.
Oh, I'll have to make it up to you
some other way then.
Why?
I saw you playing piano earlier.
Was my fault you had to stay late.
MARTA: That was you?
Yes, it was.
Right.
Sorry 'bout that.
MARTA: So, how?
How what?
[SCOFFS]
How you gonna "make it up to me"?
[BOXING AND GRUNTING]
BELTRAN: Looking good, bro.
CHAPO: What the fuck, Arturo?
I gotta get the fuck outta here.
I'm going crazy!
BELTRAN: I know, man. This sucks.
But Palma says we gotta be cool.
Stay outta sight, man.
What'd you find out about Amado?
Got some new numbers guy, Corral. Prick.
Says Amado isn't in town,
but should be back in Juarez soon.
How soon?
Day or two. I don't know.
We meet him in Juarez,
he won't turn us down in person.
We need to put
Sinaloa back in fucking business.
[SCOFFS] What about staying put, boss?
Fuck that.
Why'd you come with me last night?
'Cause you were embarrassed.
[CHUCKLES]
And I don't think you're the type
that gets embarrassed much.
Where you grew up, what was it like?
[GRUNTS]
A small town in northern Mexico.
In the mountains
Um
Poor, you know.
[CHUCKLES]
Miss it?
The mountains, yes.
Being poor, no.
You grew up here, Havana?
That's right.
Born and raised.
The ocean's nice.
There's something about it.
So they say.
Know what else is nice?
CORRAL: Boss, what's going on?
Thought you were coming back yesterday!
AMADO: Change of plans. What's up?
CORRAL: Tijuana and Sinaloa
are in open war.
They need to know where Juárez stands.
Chapo's guys are asking questions
I can't answer.
Decisions need to be made here
that I can't make.
Boss
I don't think we can push
your flight back anymore.
I'll be back soon.
Get those numbers
for the next meeting ready.
That's all that matters.
AMADO: Our deal with Cali won't mean shit
if he doesn't go for this.
I'll call when I land.
Bro.
- Ramón.
Put Benjamín on.
Hold on. Benjamín!
Benjamín!
BENJAMÍN: What's up, Mon?
I think we got him.
I got a cop that says Chapo's
supposed to fly outta Guadalajara.
Leaving through
the airport tomorrow at 4:30.
He called for a police escort.
BENJAMÍN: Tomorrow?
Can you set something up that fast?
RAMÓN: Fuck!
[SHUSHES]
Hey, quiet the fuck down!
BENJAMÍN: What's up, buddy?
Right, tomorrow. I'm working on it.
So if Barron and that army
get the fuck down here,
we can start sending
the right kind of fucking message.
Don't worry, bro. I'm handling it.
Hey.
Thanks, Mon.
Tomorrow?
Yeah.
Tomorrow.
So what is your fucking job exactly,
if not keeping track of bodies?
I keep track of bodies people
might come looking for.
Sounds like yours didn't fit the bill.
This girl I saw was a murder.
Wouldn't you have to
write a report?
[CHUCKLES]
And this is a different one than
you were looking for last time?
Like I said
Right. See this guy?
Wife and son found him dead.
They own a ranch, pay taxes.
And you're asking about
some dead girl in an alley?
Please.
Take a look for me.
Think this is her.
[COUGHS]
Fucking refrigerator's still down,
can you believe it?
[GRUNTS]
Can keep 'em two or three days at most,
then we get rid of 'em.
That mean she was strangled?
Could be.
Seems like it at least.
What's that?
Stuff she had on her.
Guys on the truck usually take the cash.
Last time I was in here,
there were other bodies, right?
- Yes.
- Hmm.
Those girls were about the same age.
They died like this one?
Can't say for sure.
Probably one or two of 'em, yeah.
Hmm.
What, think someone's got a type?
VICTOR: What's this?
Hmm?
Guess she worked at one of the factories.
Bunch of 'em going up.
Can I keep this?
Sure.
you got hot dogs there. But
Harold's Chicken,
with the sauce. Change your life.
- I'll put that one on the list, too.
- Do it.
So, you wanted to talk?
Piece of advice.
Let Dani know who you are.
Sooner rather than later.
[SCOFFS]
- Dani knows who I am.
- She knows this guy.
She doesn't know the guy
who trashed the office.
And hunted Félix.
Look, I'm not trying to sow doubts,
I'm just trying to save you pain.
There used to be
a wedding ring on this finger.
Why don't you just
come out with what you're saying?
I think I have.
WAITRESS: Here you go.
Burger and fries.
You tell Dani about Mexico?
The shit you got into?
[SIGHS]
When I reported back from Guadalajara
after Kiki, they sent me to a shrink.
Mandatory. And I fucking hated it.
Because the guy knew
what he was talking about.
He knew what was happening with me.
You owe it to Dani to be clear about
who you are and what you've been through.
Or you're as good as lying already.
Just a piece of advice, Walt.
[GRUNTS]
[EXHALES]
[IN SPANISH] You're leaving today?
Yes, I'm leaving.
Finally.
You sure?
Have to make a meeting.
Okay.
Just let me know where to send the money.
[CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
[WHISPERING] This was nice.
Thank you.
All right, I'm leaving.
[DOOR OPENS]
- BELTRAN: Move it, assholes.
- [CAR STARTING]
Gotta get the fuck out of here.
BODYGUARD: Hurry, open the gate.
BELTRAN: Flight leaves at 4:30.
We're on time.
RAMÓN: Get ready. Let's do this.
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]
Gonna take my guys inside.
We'll keep watch out front.
You guys go park. Watch the lot.
Once you see him, you know what to do.
Got it.
Stay alert.
BARRON: Let's go.
Chivo, stay here. Keep lookout.
Yeah, sure.
BARRON: Let's go.
CHAPO: What's going on today?
It a fucking holiday?
BELTRAN: It's my niece's birthday.
CHAPO: Oh, that's why it's so crowded.
Let me get that, boss.
Thanks.
BELTRAN: So, you go to Juaréz
then what?
[SIGHS]
Depends on Amado, I guess.
BELTRAN: These are our guys.
CHAPO: Hello, officer.
Mr. Guzman.
OFFICER: That your only bag, sir?
Yeah.
Good to go.
CHIVO: Guys, I see him.
Chapo's outside.
I see him. He's with two cops.
RAMÓN: Hit him, Chivo!
Do it!
[GUN FIRES]
BELTRAN: Chapo!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
They killed Chivo!
Son of a bitch!
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
Hurry!
BELTRAN: Let's go, man!
CHAPO: Get the car.
Go! Go!
Step on it!
White Grand Marquis!
RAMÓN: Get the fuck out here!
Got it.
Understood.
Hurry up! Pass 'em out, pass 'em out.
[IN SPANISH] When you see the white
Grand Marquis, fire at will!
[IN SPANISH] Let's go!
[GUNSHOTS]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
CHAPO: Get us out of here!
BELTRAN: Trying. Fuck!
Motherfucker!
Back up!
BELTRAN: We're stuck.
[CAR ALARMS BLARING]
[IN SPANISH] They're coming, bro.
[GUNS FIRING]
[IN SPANISH] He's gone.
Fuck.
[WOMAN WHIMPERING]
- [POLICE SIREN WAILING INDISTINCTLY]
- [SHUSHES]
RAMÓN: [OVER RADIO] Barron
he's not fucking here.
Keep looking!
Got it. Understood.
To the terminal. Let's go!
[IN SPANISH] Let's go!
MAN: Come on!
[GRUNTING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [MAN GROANS]
- [WOMAN SCREAMS]
Not him.
Where the fuck are you, Chapo?
I'm gonna kill you, motherfucker!
Check if he's over there.
[WHIMPERS]
[SHUSHES]
ROMEO: Hey, there's the son of a bitch!
[GUN FIRING]
CHAPO: Gimme another clip.
BELTRAN: Chapo!
CHAPO: Fuck! I'm out of bullets.
Inside, Barron!
Inside!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[WOMAN WHIMPERS]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[GRUNTING]
Barron!
There's cops everywhere.
That's it, let's go!
Get the fuck out of here. Come on!
[IN SPANISH] Fuck!
That car
- Get the fuck out of the car!
- [DRIVER GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE]
MALE REPORTER 1: This afternoon at
approximately 4:15 p.m. Central time
a shootout broke out at
Guadalajara International Airport
are still trying to figure out
what happened.
One theory, that rival gangs
of drug traffickers were shooting it out,
seems to be the most plausible
Dad!
MALE REPORTER 1: [IN SPANISH] And amidst the victims,
Arch-Bishop Juan Jesus Posadas Ocampo
One of the most important men in Mexico,
a beloved figure,
the country's highest-ranking church
leader, cut down in broad daylight.
[FEMALE REPORTER SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
who fell victim to the evil of the world.
The Cardinal was one
of seven people killed
in the cross fire of a shootout
apparently between rival drug gangs.
MALE REPORTER 2: [IN SPANISH] A stunning outburst of violence
has struck at the foundation of
the country's most revered institution,
the Catholic Church.
For the first time,
drug trafficking has arrived.
MALE REPORTER 3: [IN SPANISH] Until this moment,
the shooting started
at the airport lounge.
According to various sources,
a group of 15 to 20 men started shooting.
Other men fired back
and some people ran outside,
followed by other shooters.
We're sending you down there.
This will change everything.
Cardinal Juan Posadas Ocampo,
the archbishop of Guadalajara, was simply
in the wrong place at the wrong time.
FEMALE REPORTER 2: Millions upon millions
of its citizens
look to the Catholic church
over their government
as the true leaders of the country.
HANK: Was surprised
to receive your proposal.
Good to see you, Mr. Hank.
This'll be quick.
Have a lot of calls to make tonight.
Your numbers are interesting.
But the timing, after what happened today
So, you haven't seen the news, then?
I have.
What I'm seeing right now
is an opportunity.
I just reached a new agreement
with my suppliers.
I'm entering the wholesale
business in America.
HANK: You're suggesting a partnership?
Yeah, I am.
With the percentage you'll get
for cleaning my money,
plus fees for use of your
transportation lines
The numbers speak for themselves.
This would seem an odd time
to re-invest in the narcotics business
given the probable reaction
to the Cardinal, don't you think?
But,
If you wanted to avoid problems,
you shouldn't have gone into business
with an organization
like the Arellanos in the first place.
I'm guessing you already cut ties
with those idiots.
Tijuana and Sinaloa
are in the spotlight now. Good.
What I'm offering
is an operation built to avoid headlines,
conflicts, changes in public favor
[SIGHS]
If those bastards want to start a war,
let them start it.
While they're killing each other,
we build whatever we want. Quietly.
And when the spotlight moves off them?
It won't.
Don't worry.
Chaos brings opportunities.
[WHISTLES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- WAITER: Sir?
- I'll have what he's having.
[CLOSING THEME PLAYING]
Colored HI and improvements by GoldBerg44
SOLDIER 1: [IN SPANISH] Now!
LIMON: Fuck! They found us, boss.
Motherfuckers!
Upstairs, come on!
[GROANS]
PABLO: Keep moving!
[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
- [SOLDIER GROANS]
- Boss, this way!
SOLDIER 2: We have him.
Don't let him get away!
[SOLDIER GROANS]
Move it!
Let's go!
- PABLO: Go, go!
- [GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
SOLDIER 3: It's him!
[GRUNTING]
SOLDIER 4: Cease fire!
Cease fire!
Cease fire!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
SOLDIER 5: Sergeant Sarmiento
You just shot Pablo Escobar!
[GUN FIRES]
- SOLDIER 6: Long live Colombia!
- [OTHER SOLDIERS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY]
MALE REPORTER: Pablo Escobar,
the man accused of hundreds of murders
was shot to death on a rooftop
in his hometown of Medellín,
while trying to escape the Special Forces
that surrounded his hideout
in a middle-class neighborhood.
- The "King of Cocaine" couldn't escape
when he confronted the snipers
who were in the nearby buildings.
Authorities were really happy
when they knew that the drug lord
What's up, dude?
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, I'm watching
Congratulations.
Eh?
The house?
Still working on it.
Look
Can you get out of town?
[WOMAN ON TV SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Wherever you want, brother.
Don't think it's smart
to meet in Cali right now.
But it's time we had that conversation.
All right.
WOMAN: [ON TV] I want you to remember
all the good things he did.
Because he didn't do
any of the bad things they say.
[OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
Colored HI and improvements by GoldBerg44
NARRATOR: In December of 1993, the death
of Pablo Escobar was front-page news.
But there was still
plenty of coke in Juárez
moving across the border into El Paso.
Amado's new system was up and running.
But when you're moving that much volume,
something can always go wrong.
[TIRES SCREECH]
MAN ON STREET: Holy shit!
He just ran the light.
MAN 2: Can someone see if they're okay?
WOMAN ON STREET: Oh, my God.
Call an ambulance!
NARRATOR: But even when it did,
the operation didn't miss a beat.
INVESTIGATOR: You're telling me
these jokers packed you with 34 keys?
And you don't have so much
as a name if something went wrong?
MAN 1: [OVER PHONE] Come on, man,
you must know something.
This is a fucking waste of time.
MAN 2: [OVER PHONE] Let's hear it, Jairo,
we ain't got all day.
Who tells you where to go?
The beeper.
It goes off, I call the number,
some robot voice
gives me the pickup time and stuff.
INVESTIGATOR: Robot voice?
Johnny 5 moving Colombian snort.
Jesus Christ!
INVESTIGATOR: When I come back,
you better have some fucking names
we can use, Jairo.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SLAMS]
'Cause you're a minor
and the goddamn statute
don't apply to you.
You can dump his ass
in a lion pit, he still don't know shit.
Just like the rest of 'em.
CAPTAIN: I guess you're lucky
'cause it's not your problem much longer.
Get anything off the kid?
Yeah. Amado's usin' robots.
[CHUCKLES]
That wouldn't surprise me.
- Well, um, here.
- [DOOR CLOSES]
I wanted to be the one to
Your official Chicago transfer,
parking and all.
Talked with your new ASAC.
I might have laid it on a bit thick,
but I'm sure you'll live up.
Anyway
All right, man, thank you.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[SPANISH SONG PLAYING OVER RADIO]
MAYO: [IN SPANISH] Here to fuck up
my business, too?
No. I won't move your product on my boats.
After that shit
you pulled in Puerto Vallarta,
shouldn't even be talking to you.
Come on, Mayo.
Looks like you could use a hand.
AZUL: Look, mistakes got made.
We know what we did might leave you
in a bad spot with the Arellanos.
But figured telling you would
Force me to choose sides.
Truth is, now we have no routes.
We can offer you protection.
You aren't in a position
to offer anyone protection.
We're not afraid of those assholes.
[EXHALES]
You're fucked, Chapo
Taking out Benjamín was
probably the right move for you.
It's not your strategy I question.
It's your aim.
And since you failed,
you also lost access to the border.
So you can't pay for the war
you just started with the Arellanos.
Hmm?
You didn't just attack them,
you embarrassed them.
They're gonna make an example of you.
I could hand you assholes
my whole operation,
wouldn't make a dent in your problems.
What about Güero?
I hope he's off
making a deal with the Gulf.
Waiting on word now.
Amado's your best bet,
but you're here talking to me.
- Amado just hasn't called us back yet
- [CELL PHONE RINGING]
MAYO: What's up, Güero?
Chapo.
Amado's not picking up
'cause he knows what you'll ask.
Hmm.
[GRUNTING]
You have my friendship
but not my boats.
We're all responsible
for our own survival.
Things the way they are,
you can't win this fight.
Thanks for your time, Mayo.
CHAPO: Hey, Mayo
Excuse me, Azul.
What would you do?
Huh?
What would you do if you were us?
Stay out of sight, Chapo.
Hide for a bit.
Pay your men well,
you'll need their loyalty.
Keep after Amado.
He doesn't like to disappoint his friends.
And brother,
pray an earthquake hits Tijuana.
CHAPO: Okay, Mayo. Thank you.
[CAR STARTING]
[CAR DOOR OPENS]
[SIGHS]
Güero says Abrego laughed in his face.
The Gulf's closed to us, too.
CHAPO: Fuck.
So what do we do now?
Mayo's right, we need to keep
our fucking heads low.
I'm heading to Culiacan.
You get to Guadalajara,
wait it out in a safe house.
Wait for what?
The fucking earthquake.
Everything good?
All good.
At your service.
Where you think you're going?
MARTA: Was supposed to be done
40 minutes ago.
WAITER: Hey, I don't want to hear it.
PACHO: All the way to fucking Cuba,
just to see another Mexican.
What's up, bro?
You look good.
Sorry we're late,
bureaucrats wanted some attention.
No.
For communists they've got a lot of
fucking business proposals, eh?
I'm afraid you're about to hear another.
Chepe, Gilberto, you remember Amado.
- How are you?
- How are you?
AMADO: Thanks for making
the trip up here.
I believe that in this business,
partnerships work best
when we take the time
to understand each other.
From what I know of you,
and from the time I've spent with Pacho,
I've come to think you see
things as I see them.
Ah, this is the business part?
Yeah, this is the business part.
And what I see is this:
With Medellin going down,
the business is changing.
Which means we adapt quickly,
or we die the same way.
By "adapt,"
I assume you mean make you richer somehow?
I want you to pay me in cocaine.
[LAUGHING]
Look at you
[LAUGHS]
Félix's Judas comes for his silver.
[LAUGHS]
You want us to make you
our competitor in the United States?
AMADO: No, sir.
I want all of us to acknowledge the truth.
As we speak, some fucker in a DEA office
is taking down Pablo Escobar's picture
and putting up the three of you.
Cali has a target on its back.
We're businessmen.
Escobar
was a savage. Understood?
I understand.
But to the gringos, we're all savages.
But if we do this, your exposure in
the U.S. gets cut in half.
How's that?
Your cash-flow becomes
completely internal.
Huh.
And then you and I sit down
and negotiate our prices and territories,
so we never compete.
We create what assholes
like Escobar and Felix
could never get their head around
a true alliance.
A business agreement between men.
To build and profit together.
Not some bullshit bargain
between psychopaths.
Let me ask you this,
Amado Carrillo Fuentes.
If Escobar hadn't died,
would you still be sitting here,
making this proposal?
Absolutely, Chepe.
It's just that fate agrees with me.
The world is changing.
You work hard.
You're respectful, for a Mexican.
You understand this business we've chosen.
And you're right.
We've been talking about
making some changes.
But I suspect you knew that.
We'll talk.
We'll be in touch.
Win or lose, that was a hell of a show.
But if Gilberto doesn't go for it,
don't ask me again.
Keep your phone on.
And stay put 'til we call.
[CROWD CHEERING ON TV]
[INDISTINCT SPANISH DIALOGUE ON TV]
BENJAMÍN: How is she today?
[VIDEO GAME BEEPING]
I put some eggs in there a while ago.
Don't think she was awake.
Talk to Amado?
No.
[RAMÓN SIGHS]
He's out of town, apparently.
Well, you tried. I'm done waiting!
I'm gonna try again, Ramón.
I need to know where he stands.
[DOOR OPENS]
Hey, Enedina
You should eat that, you'll feel better.
Is Chapo Guzman dead?
[INHALES SHARPLY]
We're on it.
He's been on the move.
- We got guys looking
- Hey, hey.
- [DOOR SLAMS]
- [BANGING ON DOOR] Enedina!
I'll make this right.
I'm gonna kill him for you.
Now what, bro?
Keep waiting?
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
Fuck everyone.
I want Chapo's head.
Tell Barron
I want his fucking guys here now.
NARRATOR: Benjamín
had declared war on Sinaloa.
To build an army, he turned to the guy
who came up big at the night club attack.
By saving the Arellano brothers,
David Barron set
a new kind of alliance into motion.
He was born and raised just over
the border in Logan Heights, San Diego.
He was locked up
in San Quentin at the age of 16
for killing a guy
who was sitting on his car.
It made him a legend back home.
So, when the Arellanos
asked for more soldiers like him,
he knew where to go.
Hey, be my guest, homie.
American gang members
recruited to fight for a Mexican cartel
- Damn.
- Fuckin' power.
Love that shit, man.
NARRATOR: What could go wrong?
[IN SPANISH] I promise.
You have my word.
Yes?
Thank you so much.
I'll call you back, bye.
Hey.
- Santos wants to kill the photo.
- Are you kidding?
The public needs to see these images.
To understand what the Narcojuniors
are becoming.
It's sensationalism. We have no right.
Who do you think you are?
This is the truth.
SALGADO: Enough.
Run the picture without the body.
[CHUCKLES] Thank you.
You're not in charge
of this paper, Andrea.
SALGADO: Andrea.
Take a seat.
Why don't I have your copy yet?
Told me you were close on the Arellanos
bankrolling the city fathers.
I'm still on it
It's not print-ready. But I have them.
Let's hear it.
It was at the casino.
At Vista De Oro.
I tracked the businessmen
I saw with Benjamín Arellano.
Names, finances.
The AFO is definitely bankrolling them.
But I kept thinking
Why there? Why Vista De Oro?
So I went back.
Kept my eyes on it. No Benjamín,
but the Juniors were regulars.
Which, no big deal. But
on different days,
I saw two of Benjamín's
business buddies show up
on the casino floor
and get escorted to an office.
When they came out,
they were carrying stacks of chips.
Benjamín needs to clean his money.
What better way than a casino?
He couldn't do it
without the casino's knowledge.
No
Not a chance.
So you looked
into Vista De Oro's ownership?
Yeah.
Has several investors.
But it's primarily backed
by a conglomerate under
Carlos Hank Gonzalez.
Look, I get why you wouldn't want to
Wait.
We'll take it in pieces.
Write up what's ready
to go on the business,
and we'll map out next steps.
Yes.
Thanks.
[INDISTINCT]
Andrea
Talk to me before you go any further.
We'll only get one shot at Hank.
You got it.
NARRATOR: Salgado didn't found
La Voz by himself.
His partner
and best friend was a columnist
whose witty attacks
on Baja's corrupt and powerful
were so popular they kept
the paper afloat in the early days.
A few years before I started,
he wrote a column mocking a member
of Carlos Hank Gonzalez's family.
He was shot to death soon after.
Two Hank family bodyguards
turned themselves in for the murder,
and the case was closed
with no further investigation.
But Salgado wouldn't accept that.
Ran headlines blaming Hank for the murder.
Made Salgado a hero.
And La Voz an institution.
He almost never spoke about it.
ROGELIO: [IN SPANISH]
What's it gonna be, man?
You in on this job or not?
What job?
Boss finally asked for a few guys tonight.
Who?
Vincente. Amado's brother
The fucker dropping
half the bodies in Juarez?
We need to show 'em we're solid.
VICTOR: No thanks.
ROGELIO: Going soft in your old age, man.
VICTOR: And you're getting dumber.
MISSING
What's up?
Nothing.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH INDISTINCTLY]
VICTOR: That's why you're losing.
You pussy
If you were at another bar,
they'd have shot you already.
[SPORTS COMMENTATOR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]
[LAUGHING] Dummy.
Give me another four,
and a shot.
Fucking Vucetich,
blowing it with these subs.
Your name's Saenz, right?
Yes.
You still working murders?
As much as anyone.
VICTOR: Thanks again.
[VICTOR SCOFFS]
Join you?
[GRUNTS]
Saw some shit the other night.
[SIGHS] A girl
dead.
She was torn up pretty bad.
She was choked, I think.
Work any bodies like that recently?
People get creative
with hookers sometimes.
ROGELIO: Hey, partner!
I'm coming.
- Why?
- Mm.
You knew her?
Mm.
Haven't seen anything like that
Dead girls
Young ones
Weird shit done to 'em.
So,
did you know the bitch, or no?
No.
You're Tapia, right?
Leave your heart at home.
These streets eat girls up.
Cheers.
Stick to writing tickets.
Don't put your foot
where it doesn't belong.
Makes people nervous.
Understood?
Yeah.
Sure.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: Okay, what's next?
MAN 2: Come on, asshole.
[MEN CONTINUE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[PHONE RINGING]
WAITER: Sir.
There's a call for you.
Pacho.
What's up?
PACHO: Congratulations.
It's done.
You just changed the business.
[LAUGHING]
Pachito,
where the fuck are you at?
Come get a drink to celebrate!
PACHO: Sorry, brother.
Gotta get on this plane.
Amado, listen.
Celebrate tonight.
But tomorrow, get ready.
Because the other Plazas
are gonna find out what you've done,
and they won't be toasting your success.
My partners don't want to hear any excuses
if shit goes sideways.
And neither do I.
[ENDS CALL]
AMADO: Fuck, yeah.
That wasn't because of you.
- No?
- No.
I don't drink a lot of rum.
Okay, well, keep practicing.
Can I get you something?
[CHUCKLES]
Nothing.
It's free.
Oh, I'll have to make it up to you
some other way then.
Why?
I saw you playing piano earlier.
Was my fault you had to stay late.
MARTA: That was you?
Yes, it was.
Right.
Sorry 'bout that.
MARTA: So, how?
How what?
[SCOFFS]
How you gonna "make it up to me"?
[BOXING AND GRUNTING]
BELTRAN: Looking good, bro.
CHAPO: What the fuck, Arturo?
I gotta get the fuck outta here.
I'm going crazy!
BELTRAN: I know, man. This sucks.
But Palma says we gotta be cool.
Stay outta sight, man.
What'd you find out about Amado?
Got some new numbers guy, Corral. Prick.
Says Amado isn't in town,
but should be back in Juarez soon.
How soon?
Day or two. I don't know.
We meet him in Juarez,
he won't turn us down in person.
We need to put
Sinaloa back in fucking business.
[SCOFFS] What about staying put, boss?
Fuck that.
Why'd you come with me last night?
'Cause you were embarrassed.
[CHUCKLES]
And I don't think you're the type
that gets embarrassed much.
Where you grew up, what was it like?
[GRUNTS]
A small town in northern Mexico.
In the mountains
Um
Poor, you know.
[CHUCKLES]
Miss it?
The mountains, yes.
Being poor, no.
You grew up here, Havana?
That's right.
Born and raised.
The ocean's nice.
There's something about it.
So they say.
Know what else is nice?
CORRAL: Boss, what's going on?
Thought you were coming back yesterday!
AMADO: Change of plans. What's up?
CORRAL: Tijuana and Sinaloa
are in open war.
They need to know where Juárez stands.
Chapo's guys are asking questions
I can't answer.
Decisions need to be made here
that I can't make.
Boss
I don't think we can push
your flight back anymore.
I'll be back soon.
Get those numbers
for the next meeting ready.
That's all that matters.
AMADO: Our deal with Cali won't mean shit
if he doesn't go for this.
I'll call when I land.
Bro.
- Ramón.
Put Benjamín on.
Hold on. Benjamín!
Benjamín!
BENJAMÍN: What's up, Mon?
I think we got him.
I got a cop that says Chapo's
supposed to fly outta Guadalajara.
Leaving through
the airport tomorrow at 4:30.
He called for a police escort.
BENJAMÍN: Tomorrow?
Can you set something up that fast?
RAMÓN: Fuck!
[SHUSHES]
Hey, quiet the fuck down!
BENJAMÍN: What's up, buddy?
Right, tomorrow. I'm working on it.
So if Barron and that army
get the fuck down here,
we can start sending
the right kind of fucking message.
Don't worry, bro. I'm handling it.
Hey.
Thanks, Mon.
Tomorrow?
Yeah.
Tomorrow.
So what is your fucking job exactly,
if not keeping track of bodies?
I keep track of bodies people
might come looking for.
Sounds like yours didn't fit the bill.
This girl I saw was a murder.
Wouldn't you have to
write a report?
[CHUCKLES]
And this is a different one than
you were looking for last time?
Like I said
Right. See this guy?
Wife and son found him dead.
They own a ranch, pay taxes.
And you're asking about
some dead girl in an alley?
Please.
Take a look for me.
Think this is her.
[COUGHS]
Fucking refrigerator's still down,
can you believe it?
[GRUNTS]
Can keep 'em two or three days at most,
then we get rid of 'em.
That mean she was strangled?
Could be.
Seems like it at least.
What's that?
Stuff she had on her.
Guys on the truck usually take the cash.
Last time I was in here,
there were other bodies, right?
- Yes.
- Hmm.
Those girls were about the same age.
They died like this one?
Can't say for sure.
Probably one or two of 'em, yeah.
Hmm.
What, think someone's got a type?
VICTOR: What's this?
Hmm?
Guess she worked at one of the factories.
Bunch of 'em going up.
Can I keep this?
Sure.
you got hot dogs there. But
Harold's Chicken,
with the sauce. Change your life.
- I'll put that one on the list, too.
- Do it.
So, you wanted to talk?
Piece of advice.
Let Dani know who you are.
Sooner rather than later.
[SCOFFS]
- Dani knows who I am.
- She knows this guy.
She doesn't know the guy
who trashed the office.
And hunted Félix.
Look, I'm not trying to sow doubts,
I'm just trying to save you pain.
There used to be
a wedding ring on this finger.
Why don't you just
come out with what you're saying?
I think I have.
WAITRESS: Here you go.
Burger and fries.
You tell Dani about Mexico?
The shit you got into?
[SIGHS]
When I reported back from Guadalajara
after Kiki, they sent me to a shrink.
Mandatory. And I fucking hated it.
Because the guy knew
what he was talking about.
He knew what was happening with me.
You owe it to Dani to be clear about
who you are and what you've been through.
Or you're as good as lying already.
Just a piece of advice, Walt.
[GRUNTS]
[EXHALES]
[IN SPANISH] You're leaving today?
Yes, I'm leaving.
Finally.
You sure?
Have to make a meeting.
Okay.
Just let me know where to send the money.
[CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
[WHISPERING] This was nice.
Thank you.
All right, I'm leaving.
[DOOR OPENS]
- BELTRAN: Move it, assholes.
- [CAR STARTING]
Gotta get the fuck out of here.
BODYGUARD: Hurry, open the gate.
BELTRAN: Flight leaves at 4:30.
We're on time.
RAMÓN: Get ready. Let's do this.
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]
Gonna take my guys inside.
We'll keep watch out front.
You guys go park. Watch the lot.
Once you see him, you know what to do.
Got it.
Stay alert.
BARRON: Let's go.
Chivo, stay here. Keep lookout.
Yeah, sure.
BARRON: Let's go.
CHAPO: What's going on today?
It a fucking holiday?
BELTRAN: It's my niece's birthday.
CHAPO: Oh, that's why it's so crowded.
Let me get that, boss.
Thanks.
BELTRAN: So, you go to Juaréz
then what?
[SIGHS]
Depends on Amado, I guess.
BELTRAN: These are our guys.
CHAPO: Hello, officer.
Mr. Guzman.
OFFICER: That your only bag, sir?
Yeah.
Good to go.
CHIVO: Guys, I see him.
Chapo's outside.
I see him. He's with two cops.
RAMÓN: Hit him, Chivo!
Do it!
[GUN FIRES]
BELTRAN: Chapo!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
They killed Chivo!
Son of a bitch!
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
Hurry!
BELTRAN: Let's go, man!
CHAPO: Get the car.
Go! Go!
Step on it!
White Grand Marquis!
RAMÓN: Get the fuck out here!
Got it.
Understood.
Hurry up! Pass 'em out, pass 'em out.
[IN SPANISH] When you see the white
Grand Marquis, fire at will!
[IN SPANISH] Let's go!
[GUNSHOTS]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
CHAPO: Get us out of here!
BELTRAN: Trying. Fuck!
Motherfucker!
Back up!
BELTRAN: We're stuck.
[CAR ALARMS BLARING]
[IN SPANISH] They're coming, bro.
[GUNS FIRING]
[IN SPANISH] He's gone.
Fuck.
[WOMAN WHIMPERING]
- [POLICE SIREN WAILING INDISTINCTLY]
- [SHUSHES]
RAMÓN: [OVER RADIO] Barron
he's not fucking here.
Keep looking!
Got it. Understood.
To the terminal. Let's go!
[IN SPANISH] Let's go!
MAN: Come on!
[GRUNTING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [MAN GROANS]
- [WOMAN SCREAMS]
Not him.
Where the fuck are you, Chapo?
I'm gonna kill you, motherfucker!
Check if he's over there.
[WHIMPERS]
[SHUSHES]
ROMEO: Hey, there's the son of a bitch!
[GUN FIRING]
CHAPO: Gimme another clip.
BELTRAN: Chapo!
CHAPO: Fuck! I'm out of bullets.
Inside, Barron!
Inside!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[WOMAN WHIMPERS]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[GRUNTING]
Barron!
There's cops everywhere.
That's it, let's go!
Get the fuck out of here. Come on!
[IN SPANISH] Fuck!
That car
- Get the fuck out of the car!
- [DRIVER GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE]
MALE REPORTER 1: This afternoon at
approximately 4:15 p.m. Central time
a shootout broke out at
Guadalajara International Airport
are still trying to figure out
what happened.
One theory, that rival gangs
of drug traffickers were shooting it out,
seems to be the most plausible
Dad!
MALE REPORTER 1: [IN SPANISH] And amidst the victims,
Arch-Bishop Juan Jesus Posadas Ocampo
One of the most important men in Mexico,
a beloved figure,
the country's highest-ranking church
leader, cut down in broad daylight.
[FEMALE REPORTER SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
who fell victim to the evil of the world.
The Cardinal was one
of seven people killed
in the cross fire of a shootout
apparently between rival drug gangs.
MALE REPORTER 2: [IN SPANISH] A stunning outburst of violence
has struck at the foundation of
the country's most revered institution,
the Catholic Church.
For the first time,
drug trafficking has arrived.
MALE REPORTER 3: [IN SPANISH] Until this moment,
the shooting started
at the airport lounge.
According to various sources,
a group of 15 to 20 men started shooting.
Other men fired back
and some people ran outside,
followed by other shooters.
We're sending you down there.
This will change everything.
Cardinal Juan Posadas Ocampo,
the archbishop of Guadalajara, was simply
in the wrong place at the wrong time.
FEMALE REPORTER 2: Millions upon millions
of its citizens
look to the Catholic church
over their government
as the true leaders of the country.
HANK: Was surprised
to receive your proposal.
Good to see you, Mr. Hank.
This'll be quick.
Have a lot of calls to make tonight.
Your numbers are interesting.
But the timing, after what happened today
So, you haven't seen the news, then?
I have.
What I'm seeing right now
is an opportunity.
I just reached a new agreement
with my suppliers.
I'm entering the wholesale
business in America.
HANK: You're suggesting a partnership?
Yeah, I am.
With the percentage you'll get
for cleaning my money,
plus fees for use of your
transportation lines
The numbers speak for themselves.
This would seem an odd time
to re-invest in the narcotics business
given the probable reaction
to the Cardinal, don't you think?
But,
If you wanted to avoid problems,
you shouldn't have gone into business
with an organization
like the Arellanos in the first place.
I'm guessing you already cut ties
with those idiots.
Tijuana and Sinaloa
are in the spotlight now. Good.
What I'm offering
is an operation built to avoid headlines,
conflicts, changes in public favor
[SIGHS]
If those bastards want to start a war,
let them start it.
While they're killing each other,
we build whatever we want. Quietly.
And when the spotlight moves off them?
It won't.
Don't worry.
Chaos brings opportunities.
[WHISTLES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- WAITER: Sir?
- I'll have what he's having.
[CLOSING THEME PLAYING]
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