El Chapo (2017) s01e09 Episode Script
Episodio 9
1 [mariacshi music playing.]
[groaning.]
[guard.]
Wake up! This is no place to sleep.
Step back, you reek.
If you want me to read you the letter, step back.
[sighing and opening the letter.]
It's from your old lady.
She says she really loves you.
But she has needs, and the wait is long.
So she's already fucking some other asshole.
[tearing the letter.]
That's life, Chapo.
[screaming.]
I feel the warmth from my boiling blood I feel the fear sweat dripping away There's a stillness that nothing transmits I'm 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 one guarding over the tired night There are silhouettes that come to see me Even when clouds drift away Even when my skin dries away I'll be back someday To unleash my return [door opening.]
Let me go! Where are you taking me? Wait! [opening door.]
I'm the Deputy Director of this prison.
You've spent a month in the padded cell because I gave the order.
I'll decide whether you stay in there or not.
Let me ask you just one question.
Do you promise to live a different life? Do you agree that so much luxury, money, and power was a mistake? You can look me in the eyes to answer me.
Yes, Deputy Director.
I promise I've changed.
Take him back, one more month.
Wait, ma'am! I'll take revenge! Be harsher with your discipline.
Make it clear to him that he's in Almoloya.
No, no! No! [hitting.]
[coughing.]
[screaming.]
[door hatch opening.]
[siren wailing.]
[siren continues wailing.]
[JoaquÃn approaching.]
[JoaquÃn moaning.]
[siren continues wailing.]
[JoaquÃn moaning.]
[sighs.]
[siren wailing.]
No, no, no! No! [groaning.]
Turn it off! [screaming.]
Turn it off! [steps approaching and hatch opening.]
I have a stomachache.
I have a stomachache! [moaning.]
[JoaquÃn moaning.]
I have a stomachache.
I have a stomach ache! Hey [JoaquÃn screaming.]
[JoaquÃn screaming.]
[moaning.]
- Deputy Director.
- [door opening.]
[guard.]
El Chapo has not been eating for several days and he says he has a stomachache.
Take that off and tak a shower.
I left you a clean uniform.
[sighs.]
[sighs.]
[moaning.]
Lay down on your back.
[moaning.]
[moans.]
[tapping.]
If you tell them it's serious, I'll pay you a shitload of money.
- I can pay you a lot.
- How much? You set the price.
You just have to convince them to take me back to my cell.
The pain will go away if you eat.
Do me the favor, doc.
All right.
[door opens, closes.]
[door opens.]
No! [thuds and groans.]
A message from the Deputy Director.
For trying to bribe the doctor, you've just won yourself two more months in here, asshole.
No, please, no! No! I'll do whatever you want! Take me out of here! Deputy Director, I swear I've changed! [crying.]
Deputy Director! [screaming.]
[JoaquÃn.]
Deputy Director! I swear I won't live like I used to.
Deputy Director! Keep pressuring Mr.
Guzmán.
I want to know everything he says or does.
[officer.]
Understood.
[door opening.]
Give me what's in your pockets.
I don't have anything.
No.
It's just a thread.
Do you think you are the first one to try this? You're counting the days to see when you're out, right? You just have to ask me.
Chapo you'll never leave this place, son of a bitch.
[coughing.]
Deputy Director, JoaquÃn Guzmán has once again attacked the authorities of this prison.
[screaming and groaning.]
[screaming.]
[JoaquÃn screaming.]
[screaming.]
[vehicle approaching.]
Very good, Chapo.
Take good care of your plants.
Mr.
Pedro will need more opium gum.
Of course.
I think these will do for two more harvests.
Thank you.
You're better at this than your dad.
[opening and closing truck's door.]
[engine starts.]
[JoaquÃn.]
Mom.
[rooster crowing.]
I'll get the same or more with the other two harvests.
Great, my son.
Go hide it.
What's up? [steps approaching.]
[JoaquÃn's dad.]
What? You thought I wouldn't find out about the money from the harvest? I earned it.
It's mine, not yours.
Who taught you how to farm it, you ungrateful punk! [punching and groaning.]
[groaning.]
JoaquÃn.
JoaquÃn.
Son, go and get your father.
Come on.
[distant music playing.]
[music and bar noise.]
[heavy breathing.]
[moving tools.]
[sighs.]
[vehicle approaching.]
Bye.
TAURO HARDWARE STORE [hitman.]
Hey! Hey! Get away from the car.
This car needs to be properly cleaned and waxed.
I can do it.
How much? You can name the price.
I can even clean the interior.
There's some buckets and water there.
Come on! Okay.
[sighs.]
[engine starts.]
[hitman.]
Son of a bitch! Come on, Pancho! Get in! [yelling.]
[hitman.]
Get out, son of a bitch! Get out of the car! Get out! Come on! Pancho, get in the car! Come on, punk! Did you want to steal my car, fucking punk? No, sir.
I only wanted to go for a ride and see how it felt to drive such a car.
I wouldn't steal from you, Mr.
Pedro.
I want to have that same car.
That's why I want to work for you.
You go for a ride in my car, and now you're asking for work? Yes.
What's your name? JoaquÃn Guzmán.
But everybody calls me El Chapo.
You're the one who is taking good care of the poppy field? - That's right.
- Then you're already working for me.
No, Don Pedro, I can do much more than just taking care of the fields.
I want to do more.
If you want to join me, you've got to earn it.
Tell me what to do.
What do I have to do to earn myself a place? There's someone who is stealing money from me.
I can't stand those things.
I want you to kill him.
[turning off truck engine.]
I bet he won't do it.
I bet he will.
[chuckles.]
[gun clinks.]
Have you used one before? [cocks gun.]
[laughing.]
You're going to lose the bet, buddy.
Get out.
Damn! [dog barking.]
[door opens.]
Chapo, what's up? - What are you doing? - [body thuds.]
Damn it! You did better than I thought.
You killed him! [engine starts.]
[party music playing.]
[party chatter.]
[fireworks booming.]
Come here.
Boss.
Welcome to my organization.
Tomorrow we'll go to Culiacán.
- You're coming with me.
- Thank you, Don Pedro.
Now go and have some fun.
Enjoy the party.
- [coughs.]
- [snaps.]
Hold this.
Take this.
[sniffing.]
[laughing.]
The guys at the back, the ones all dressed up, are the DEA guys.
The guys standing over there are the politicians.
Be careful with them.
They're the real assholes.
Those guys are the military men.
They take care of the fields and watch our backs.
No crooked games with them.
[helicopter whirring.]
- [man.]
Your package, boss.
- Let me see.
That's it! Look! Fresh from the ocean, just as we like it! - [applause and cheering.]
- For all of you to eat! [man.]
Long live Don Pedro! [crowd.]
Yeah! - [music playing.]
- [laughter and chatter.]
- [laughing.]
- More tequila.
- Hurray! - Hurray! [woman laughing.]
[mariachis playing "El Rey".]
[people screaming and cheering.]
[opening car door.]
I know that I'm out But the day I die - [belt buckle clinks.]
- I know you'll be crying Crying and crying Crying and crying You'll say you never loved me But you're going to be really sad And sad you're going to stay With or without money I always do what I want And what I say goes I have no throne or queen Nobody understands me But I still remain the king Long live Mexico, assholes! [shouting and cheering.]
Long live Mexico! [hitman.]
When you have money you have power.
When you have power everybody wants to be with you.
Your mom says you're going to work for Pedro Avilés in Culiacán.
Don't pack, you're not going anywhere.
[groans.]
[hitting and groaning.]
[kicking and groaning.]
[JoaquÃn's father.]
Go! Leave! You're just going to be one more servant to a drug lord.
Just a fucking servant.
I'm going to have more power than anybody else.
I'm going to become the most powerful drug lord.
Did you get that? I can swear on that! [Deputy Director.]
Four months locked up.
Surely that was enough.
You've behaved.
Do you promise to live a different life? Do you agree that so much luxury, money, and power was a mistake? Yes.
Take him to his cell.
[Quique.]
Chapo.
Chapo.
We thought you were dead.
[whistle blowing.]
5:45! Wake up! You're not on vacation! [banging cell bars.]
[sighs.]
Rubén was never himself again.
[prison noise.]
They took him to a special area.
[Quique.]
Chapo.
What'd they do to you? They keep you all these months in isolation? Silence! Enrique.
Contreras Vidal.
JoaquÃn.
Guzmán Loera.
Permission to speak, sir.
Speak.
Sir.
Is it true that there is community work in the prison? I'd like to work.
Anything is fine.
I tell the Deputy Director who deserves to work and who doesn't.
Believe it or not, it's like a prize.
Yes, sir.
[guard.]
Adrián.
Velázquez Saavedra.
Where should I put the bags? Container in the backyard.
[Lora.]
JoaquÃn.
I came every two weeks.
They didn't let me see you.
I filed defense statements, but it was useless.
Don't worry.
I'm fine now.
Better than before.
[telephone ringing.]
- Hello.
- [JoaquÃn.]
Buddy.
What's up, buddy? How are they treating you? Do you remember the party we had for Mr.
Palomino? Yes, of course I remember.
Could you please organize a similar party? This time is for Lora's wife.
She's a nice girl and she's been helping him out a lot.
Please, help me with that.
[bus brakes creak.]
That's him.
[steps approaching.]
I won't hurt you, buddy.
On the contrary I'll reward you if you do as I say.
[keys jangling.]
[closing door.]
[knocking on the door.]
I'm going to escape.
JoaquÃn, unless they transfer you to another prison escaping is impossible.
I'm going to escape using the trucks that enter though the back gate.
We need a false floor in the truck.
And we need to bribe the driver, the loaders, and the guards.
Ask Ismael for the money.
JoaquÃn, this is crazy.
I don't care how long it takes me, I'm going to be free again.
[radio.]
C5, keep I3 in red.
Message received.
Are you going to open the door? Bring him.
I'm going to escape using the trucks that enter though the back gate.
We need a false floor in the truck.
And we need to bribe the driver, the loaders, and the guards.
Ask Ismael for the money.
[turning off the recording.]
You're very naive if you think I trust people.
Everything is being monitored, Mr.
Guzmán.
That's why nobody can escape from Almoloya.
Take him back to isolation.
[groaning.]
No! [screaming.]
[door closing.]
[siren starts wailing.]
You may say you never loved me But you're going to be really sad And sad you're going to stay [siren continues wailing.]
[sighs.]
With or without money I always do what I want And what I say goes I have no throne or queen Nobody understands me But I still remain the king [mariachi band playing.]
With or without money I always do what I want And what I say goes I have no throne or queen Nobody understands me But I still remain the king Subtitle translation by Mariana Taguchi
[groaning.]
[guard.]
Wake up! This is no place to sleep.
Step back, you reek.
If you want me to read you the letter, step back.
[sighing and opening the letter.]
It's from your old lady.
She says she really loves you.
But she has needs, and the wait is long.
So she's already fucking some other asshole.
[tearing the letter.]
That's life, Chapo.
[screaming.]
I feel the warmth from my boiling blood I feel the fear sweat dripping away There's a stillness that nothing transmits I'm 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 one guarding over the tired night There are silhouettes that come to see me Even when clouds drift away Even when my skin dries away I'll be back someday To unleash my return [door opening.]
Let me go! Where are you taking me? Wait! [opening door.]
I'm the Deputy Director of this prison.
You've spent a month in the padded cell because I gave the order.
I'll decide whether you stay in there or not.
Let me ask you just one question.
Do you promise to live a different life? Do you agree that so much luxury, money, and power was a mistake? You can look me in the eyes to answer me.
Yes, Deputy Director.
I promise I've changed.
Take him back, one more month.
Wait, ma'am! I'll take revenge! Be harsher with your discipline.
Make it clear to him that he's in Almoloya.
No, no! No! [hitting.]
[coughing.]
[screaming.]
[door hatch opening.]
[siren wailing.]
[siren continues wailing.]
[JoaquÃn approaching.]
[JoaquÃn moaning.]
[siren continues wailing.]
[JoaquÃn moaning.]
[sighs.]
[siren wailing.]
No, no, no! No! [groaning.]
Turn it off! [screaming.]
Turn it off! [steps approaching and hatch opening.]
I have a stomachache.
I have a stomachache! [moaning.]
[JoaquÃn moaning.]
I have a stomachache.
I have a stomach ache! Hey [JoaquÃn screaming.]
[JoaquÃn screaming.]
[moaning.]
- Deputy Director.
- [door opening.]
[guard.]
El Chapo has not been eating for several days and he says he has a stomachache.
Take that off and tak a shower.
I left you a clean uniform.
[sighs.]
[sighs.]
[moaning.]
Lay down on your back.
[moaning.]
[moans.]
[tapping.]
If you tell them it's serious, I'll pay you a shitload of money.
- I can pay you a lot.
- How much? You set the price.
You just have to convince them to take me back to my cell.
The pain will go away if you eat.
Do me the favor, doc.
All right.
[door opens, closes.]
[door opens.]
No! [thuds and groans.]
A message from the Deputy Director.
For trying to bribe the doctor, you've just won yourself two more months in here, asshole.
No, please, no! No! I'll do whatever you want! Take me out of here! Deputy Director, I swear I've changed! [crying.]
Deputy Director! [screaming.]
[JoaquÃn.]
Deputy Director! I swear I won't live like I used to.
Deputy Director! Keep pressuring Mr.
Guzmán.
I want to know everything he says or does.
[officer.]
Understood.
[door opening.]
Give me what's in your pockets.
I don't have anything.
No.
It's just a thread.
Do you think you are the first one to try this? You're counting the days to see when you're out, right? You just have to ask me.
Chapo you'll never leave this place, son of a bitch.
[coughing.]
Deputy Director, JoaquÃn Guzmán has once again attacked the authorities of this prison.
[screaming and groaning.]
[screaming.]
[JoaquÃn screaming.]
[screaming.]
[vehicle approaching.]
Very good, Chapo.
Take good care of your plants.
Mr.
Pedro will need more opium gum.
Of course.
I think these will do for two more harvests.
Thank you.
You're better at this than your dad.
[opening and closing truck's door.]
[engine starts.]
[JoaquÃn.]
Mom.
[rooster crowing.]
I'll get the same or more with the other two harvests.
Great, my son.
Go hide it.
What's up? [steps approaching.]
[JoaquÃn's dad.]
What? You thought I wouldn't find out about the money from the harvest? I earned it.
It's mine, not yours.
Who taught you how to farm it, you ungrateful punk! [punching and groaning.]
[groaning.]
JoaquÃn.
JoaquÃn.
Son, go and get your father.
Come on.
[distant music playing.]
[music and bar noise.]
[heavy breathing.]
[moving tools.]
[sighs.]
[vehicle approaching.]
Bye.
TAURO HARDWARE STORE [hitman.]
Hey! Hey! Get away from the car.
This car needs to be properly cleaned and waxed.
I can do it.
How much? You can name the price.
I can even clean the interior.
There's some buckets and water there.
Come on! Okay.
[sighs.]
[engine starts.]
[hitman.]
Son of a bitch! Come on, Pancho! Get in! [yelling.]
[hitman.]
Get out, son of a bitch! Get out of the car! Get out! Come on! Pancho, get in the car! Come on, punk! Did you want to steal my car, fucking punk? No, sir.
I only wanted to go for a ride and see how it felt to drive such a car.
I wouldn't steal from you, Mr.
Pedro.
I want to have that same car.
That's why I want to work for you.
You go for a ride in my car, and now you're asking for work? Yes.
What's your name? JoaquÃn Guzmán.
But everybody calls me El Chapo.
You're the one who is taking good care of the poppy field? - That's right.
- Then you're already working for me.
No, Don Pedro, I can do much more than just taking care of the fields.
I want to do more.
If you want to join me, you've got to earn it.
Tell me what to do.
What do I have to do to earn myself a place? There's someone who is stealing money from me.
I can't stand those things.
I want you to kill him.
[turning off truck engine.]
I bet he won't do it.
I bet he will.
[chuckles.]
[gun clinks.]
Have you used one before? [cocks gun.]
[laughing.]
You're going to lose the bet, buddy.
Get out.
Damn! [dog barking.]
[door opens.]
Chapo, what's up? - What are you doing? - [body thuds.]
Damn it! You did better than I thought.
You killed him! [engine starts.]
[party music playing.]
[party chatter.]
[fireworks booming.]
Come here.
Boss.
Welcome to my organization.
Tomorrow we'll go to Culiacán.
- You're coming with me.
- Thank you, Don Pedro.
Now go and have some fun.
Enjoy the party.
- [coughs.]
- [snaps.]
Hold this.
Take this.
[sniffing.]
[laughing.]
The guys at the back, the ones all dressed up, are the DEA guys.
The guys standing over there are the politicians.
Be careful with them.
They're the real assholes.
Those guys are the military men.
They take care of the fields and watch our backs.
No crooked games with them.
[helicopter whirring.]
- [man.]
Your package, boss.
- Let me see.
That's it! Look! Fresh from the ocean, just as we like it! - [applause and cheering.]
- For all of you to eat! [man.]
Long live Don Pedro! [crowd.]
Yeah! - [music playing.]
- [laughter and chatter.]
- [laughing.]
- More tequila.
- Hurray! - Hurray! [woman laughing.]
[mariachis playing "El Rey".]
[people screaming and cheering.]
[opening car door.]
I know that I'm out But the day I die - [belt buckle clinks.]
- I know you'll be crying Crying and crying Crying and crying You'll say you never loved me But you're going to be really sad And sad you're going to stay With or without money I always do what I want And what I say goes I have no throne or queen Nobody understands me But I still remain the king Long live Mexico, assholes! [shouting and cheering.]
Long live Mexico! [hitman.]
When you have money you have power.
When you have power everybody wants to be with you.
Your mom says you're going to work for Pedro Avilés in Culiacán.
Don't pack, you're not going anywhere.
[groans.]
[hitting and groaning.]
[kicking and groaning.]
[JoaquÃn's father.]
Go! Leave! You're just going to be one more servant to a drug lord.
Just a fucking servant.
I'm going to have more power than anybody else.
I'm going to become the most powerful drug lord.
Did you get that? I can swear on that! [Deputy Director.]
Four months locked up.
Surely that was enough.
You've behaved.
Do you promise to live a different life? Do you agree that so much luxury, money, and power was a mistake? Yes.
Take him to his cell.
[Quique.]
Chapo.
Chapo.
We thought you were dead.
[whistle blowing.]
5:45! Wake up! You're not on vacation! [banging cell bars.]
[sighs.]
Rubén was never himself again.
[prison noise.]
They took him to a special area.
[Quique.]
Chapo.
What'd they do to you? They keep you all these months in isolation? Silence! Enrique.
Contreras Vidal.
JoaquÃn.
Guzmán Loera.
Permission to speak, sir.
Speak.
Sir.
Is it true that there is community work in the prison? I'd like to work.
Anything is fine.
I tell the Deputy Director who deserves to work and who doesn't.
Believe it or not, it's like a prize.
Yes, sir.
[guard.]
Adrián.
Velázquez Saavedra.
Where should I put the bags? Container in the backyard.
[Lora.]
JoaquÃn.
I came every two weeks.
They didn't let me see you.
I filed defense statements, but it was useless.
Don't worry.
I'm fine now.
Better than before.
[telephone ringing.]
- Hello.
- [JoaquÃn.]
Buddy.
What's up, buddy? How are they treating you? Do you remember the party we had for Mr.
Palomino? Yes, of course I remember.
Could you please organize a similar party? This time is for Lora's wife.
She's a nice girl and she's been helping him out a lot.
Please, help me with that.
[bus brakes creak.]
That's him.
[steps approaching.]
I won't hurt you, buddy.
On the contrary I'll reward you if you do as I say.
[keys jangling.]
[closing door.]
[knocking on the door.]
I'm going to escape.
JoaquÃn, unless they transfer you to another prison escaping is impossible.
I'm going to escape using the trucks that enter though the back gate.
We need a false floor in the truck.
And we need to bribe the driver, the loaders, and the guards.
Ask Ismael for the money.
JoaquÃn, this is crazy.
I don't care how long it takes me, I'm going to be free again.
[radio.]
C5, keep I3 in red.
Message received.
Are you going to open the door? Bring him.
I'm going to escape using the trucks that enter though the back gate.
We need a false floor in the truck.
And we need to bribe the driver, the loaders, and the guards.
Ask Ismael for the money.
[turning off the recording.]
You're very naive if you think I trust people.
Everything is being monitored, Mr.
Guzmán.
That's why nobody can escape from Almoloya.
Take him back to isolation.
[groaning.]
No! [screaming.]
[door closing.]
[siren starts wailing.]
You may say you never loved me But you're going to be really sad And sad you're going to stay [siren continues wailing.]
[sighs.]
With or without money I always do what I want And what I say goes I have no throne or queen Nobody understands me But I still remain the king [mariachi band playing.]
With or without money I always do what I want And what I say goes I have no throne or queen Nobody understands me But I still remain the king Subtitle translation by Mariana Taguchi