What the fuck happened, Arturo?
Our truck was at the Imperial Valley border,
but it didn't cross.
Some shit about the tax.
I fucking paid the tax, Azul!
They said you didn't.
Who said?
Benjamín?
Someone did.
So the load didn't go through?
Truck got turned around, sent home.
Easy...
Just got it washed.
What are we gonna do?
We'll talk to Benjamín.
Make sure this doesn't happen again.
How?
It's time...
we get our own piece of the border.
Sure.
Maybe they'll just give us Tijuana.
Or we just fucking take it.
Settle down, Chapo.
We needed that money, Azul!
No, man.
What we "need" is a plan.
Tijuana in the '90s.
- Hey, babe! - Hey, babe!
How's it going?
You look pretty.
Even cut them in on the business.
For bored private school boys, it was a front row seat to the action.
A chance to play gangster.
Hey, babe, gotta do something for Ramón.
Pull over.
Table in back. Blue shirt.
I'll let Mr. Hoyodan know you came by.
Please tell him I'll keep coming back till he talks to me.
Thank you.
Andréa Nuñez?
Yes?
From La Voz?
Yes.
You're the one writing nasty things about good boys.
Your sons and their friends nearly killed a kid for Ramón Arellano.
I find that hard to believe.
You shouldn't.
Your husband's paying his hospital bills.
You should write about something worthwhile.
We won't be needing this.
Good morning.
God damn it!
Wake the hell up -
Who was at the door?
Nobody.
Sweetheart...
So. He's awake. At last.
How'd you sleep?
I see you're still busy freeloading.
And you're still busy being an asshole.
Sometimes ideas come at strange times.
When you have nothing left to lose.
And the idea Amado had was big.
It would change drug trafficking forever.
Instead of viewing his cartel as a whole,
he divided it into parts.
Each fulfilling a different role.
Disconnected.
None knowing the other even existed.
It's called a cell system.
So, if one part goes down...
the music keeps playing.
All of it running through just one man: Amado.
For all anyone else would know,
the coke got to where it was needed by fucking magic.
But to do all that, he needed help.
First, someone he could trust to clean up the mess his old partner left behind.
His brother, Vicente. Brought in from Sinaloa.
He was only really good at one thing.
But it's the thing Amado needed.
Fucking cool, man -
Lot bigger than home.
Home was a fucking shack.
Amado's dream also required organization.
Someone to handle logistics.
Jerrardo Corral had a finance degree from El Paso,
where he'd embezzled two million
from his father-in-law's construction company.
He liked numbers.
Your suppliers aren't gonna be happy -
Keep building. I'll talk to Cali.
Only problem was, until his new system was in place,
Amado wasn't moving anything at all.
Good morning, Ramón. Looks like you slept well.
Some shit in the Imperial Valley.
You have anything to do with it?
No way. It's the desert.
I don't like sand.
You coming to the racetrack?
No.
Mín enjoys these meetings. He'll handle it.
Claudio and I are going to Puerto Vallarta early.
Before Benjamín's party.
I should get to the office.
Love you.
Come on.
I'll give you a ride.
Look, we been straight with Tijuana.
Paid their tax.
We're playing by the rules, Mayo.
No shit.
And they keep fucking with us!
Sounds messy.
That's a lot of shrimp, man.
Go on.
Hell yeah.
Nice!
All we want is more bread on the table.
That's all.
Bread?
Don't look like you need more bread, Azul.
My muscles are just resting, man.
Listen, Mayo. We all have a bottom line.
We aren't hitting ours.
Not even close.
Got six months before we're done.
You're in a tough spot.
Sinaloa needs a border.
Our own border...
with our own rules. No more bullshit from Tijuana.
Which border would that be?
The Imperial Valley.
The fucking desert?
From Mexicali to Nogales.
It's a drive, if you get across...
It's worth it.
We'll make it work.
But could use your help selling the idea to Benjamín.
C'mon Mayo...
Partner with us.
Join Sinaloa.
I've done fine by myself.
Your debt to the Arellanos says something else.
If we can count on you, we'd make that 20 million hurt less.
Gonna pass, Güero.
But I will set up a meeting.
The family's going south for Benjamín's birthday.
Talk to him there.
Make your deal.
That works.
And when I need a desert crossing, we'll talk.
Fucking Mayo.
You going to this birthday party?
Nah, gotta keep an eye on the boats.
Hey, Julian.
Here, Chapo.
Free of charge.
Very kind.
See you later.
Thanks, Capi.
See you later.
Hey, Mills.
Yeah?
Anything come in from Juárez today?
Jack shit. Same as yesterday.
It's our hope this impending
free trade agreement's a game-changer
enabling a new level of cooperation between US and Mexican law enforcement.
Now, this deal effectively creates one of the world's largest free trade...
Border keeps getting bigger
and my budget keeps changing not one fucking bit.
In fact, statistical models we've run have shown...
What's up?
Got a possible CI I want to run by you.
They reached out?
Not exactly.
Now, does anybody have any questions?
Where do I fucking begin?
How's Dani?
She's great.
She got a new job offer.
Good for her, it's good for you, right?
Yeah, I mean, it's good for her.
Across the river, huh?
Yes, sir.
Worth the effort?
Yeah, that's a question for the El Paso station.
- El Paso, are you there? - Be careful.
El Paso?
You got El Paso.
Uh... Mind repeating?
Dipshits.
Not a crime to be rich.
Seem to not like these people.
I don't.
My father worked his entire life -
Never got close to sitting at the same restaurant as these fucking people.
What you get for following the rules.
There's Hodoyan -
Put on your seatbelt.
Son of a bitch.
Calm down.
Follow him.
No shit.
- Go easy, okay? - Fuck your mother, Isaac.
Here we go.
A racetrack casino.
This guy seem like the dog-racing type to you?
Holy shit.
- Get a shot of him. - Okay, okay, okay.
We've been asking ourselves... why?
Why are the city's elite associating with drug traffickers?
Why are these "Narcojuniors" running around with Ramón Arellano?
Why?
'Cause the Arellanos are bankrolling Tijuana.
Funding development projects with drug profits.
The parents don't care what their kids do...
'cause it gets them closer to the money.
That's quite speculative.
This doesn't mean anything.
It means Tijuana's biggest land developers met with Benjamín Arellano Félix.
Didn't look like the first time, either.
What do they need drug money for? They're already rich.
Rich people always want more money. That's why they're rich.
And what do the Arellanos get?
Security. Influence maybe.
The questions you're asking...
La Voz' is the only paper asking them.
You have sources?
I'm working on it.
I'm close.
We need to know how much money.
And how they're distributing it.
Stay on it.
Isabela. What do you have?
Smells like booze. You guys drinking?
You speak Spanish?
Take out your money.
Money.
Let's go already -
All right.
Okay, assholes.
Come on.
Alright. Fuck off.
Let's renew that insurance!
Nothing but ones. Like a stripper.
This isn't cutting it.
Kids, food, rent.
It'll pick up. Stop bitching, man.
It will? What a load of shit.
How long since we made real money?
- Not since Aguilar went down, right? - Mmm.
Listen. The guys and me been talking.
Maybe we get our hands on a package.
Sell it ourselves, on the other side.
Fuck no. Not how it works.
I know, but fuck.
Things are changing.
Don't be an asshole.
♪ I was happy ♪
♪ They were lonely nights ♪
♪ With you... ♪
Victor Tapia.
You work patrol out of central, right?
Sorry...
I don't speak English.
Spare me the "no hablo" bullshit.
I know you've got business on both sides.
Who says?
DEA following a Juárez recruit.
Few months back, you had a tough night in El Paso.
One of your guys, Luis Sato, he didn't make it home.
You left one of your boys on the other side of the river, Victor.
I don't know him.
Sato flashed his Juárez Police ID on his other guys.
There were three other passengers and you were one of them.
Since when did the DEA start caring about dead Mexican cops?
Hey, assholes just taking down other assholes.
That's the game.
Happy to forget all about it, if we come to an arrangement.
A cop like you, he hears things and he sees things.
- A cop like me? - Yeah, a cop just like you.
If you call me from time to time...
You're looking for a girlfriend.
We already know Amado's running Juárez.
I just need to know how he's doing it and who's helping.
Amado who? Never heard of him.
Your shit got messy.
If you fuck with me, it's going to get a lot worse.
I don't know, man.
To be honest with you, I don't use the phone that much.
- It's expensive. - Mmm.
Number's on the card.
- Call me. - Okay.
'Cause I sure as fuck don't want to come back here.
What are you looking for, huh?
Really.
I told you, I want intel on Amado Carillo Fuentes...
Amado.
You want to know about Amado? I'm going to tell you about Amado.
Amado wakes up, he puts his fucking pants on
and goes out into the world.
He doesn't get what he needs, I bet he motherfucking takes it.
So, this guy you're looking for,
he kind of sounds like you.
Go home, Walt Breslin.
Whatever you're looking for, it isn't fucking here.
May I advise you something?
I'll give you a call. Hmm?
Okay.
You're not even moving what we're giving you,
and now you want less?
It's temporary.
I'm reorganizing.
You killed your partner
and you didn't have a plan?
I've got a plan, man.
Seems like a pretty bad one.
Felix goes down,
everything falls apart?
Nothing's falling apart, man.
Tell the brothers that it will be worth the wait.
No.
What's up, Pacho? What do I have to do?
I don't have time for this.
You're out.
I need someone else to move Cali product.
The Arellanos have asked for more.
The Arellanos?
Only way my coke goes to someone else is over my dead body.
Just don't fuck up my carpet with your dead body.
Business is business, Amado.
Good luck, man.
It's pretty good.
Look at these guys.
Came all the way to Puerto Vallarta.
Good to see you.
Help yourselves. Güero, Chapo.
We're good, thanks.
But that "misunderstanding" cost us a lot of money, Benjamín.
Yeah, I imagine it did.
Unfortunate.
Okay, well, it can't happen again.
Come on, Chapo.
You know this business is unpredictable, right?
We understand.
And we have a way around that. Going forward.
Let's hear it.
We want that border.
The Imperial Valley.
It's nothing to you, but for us it's enough.
You want the desert?
We want to buy the desert.
You got the money for that?
If it's a fair price, yes.
We'll make it work.
Look.
This is what we're gonna do.
We'll give it to you.
At three million a year, for two years.
Hold on.
You'll rent it to us?
Thing is, Benjamín -
we want the border.
Free and clear.
Can't do that, Güero.
You lease it, we're hands off.
Do what you want with it.
What happens if you change your mind in two years?
I could sell it to you and still change my mind.
What's the difference?
That the best you can do?
That's the best we can do.
Okay.
If that's what it is.
That's what it is.
Glad we could work this out.
The pleasure was mine, Benjamín. As always.
Thanks, Benjamín.
Happy birthday.
Thanks.
Hey, guys.
I've got a little party happening later.
We heard.
Come by.
Ramón planned it.
Sounds good.
Why'd you invite them, man?
Give me another chance to convince you, Pacho.
Gonna hurt my feelings, man.
You know this dude?
I need a minute. Everything's fine.
We've all got jobs to do.
You're not doing yours.
It's that simple.
When your coke leaves Colombia,
you're asking yourself, will it get where it needs to...
or will one fuckup ruin everything?
Okay.
What I'm building puts a bullet in all that.
Only thing you'll need to worry about is - will people stop doing cocaine?
Prison gave you time to think.
Wasn't prison.
My daughter.
She was born with bad luck.
It caught up with her.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't imagine.
I couldn't either. Till I had to.
When you get the choice to live, you better fucking do it.
What do people get wrong?
They think they can hide from bad luck. But that's bullshit.
'Cause bad luck always comes.
Sooner or later, but it comes.
My way doesn't avoid it, it contains it.
So when it comes, none of that bad luck gets back to you and me.
But it needs to be built right, man.
And to build it right... takes time.
How much you need?
Give me two months.
You've got one.
God only had a week.
I'll talk to my associates.
Meet back in Culiacán when I'm done.
All right.
Didn't tell me how your meeting went today.
I have to go.
I'll meet you back here in a few hours.
What?
I'm not going to the party?
No.
I'm not staying long.
Don't be like that, baby.
Be back before you know it.
Put on one of the dresses I got you.
What are you doing here so late?
I don't know.
All right, well, see you later, brother.
What do you think?
I think Dani is a good woman.
Shit.
- Probably too good for me. - Hey.
Don't second guess what she wants.
Makes you look bad.
It's going to be tough to lose you.
All right.
I'll put it through to Chicago first thing.
Okay.
I appreciate it.
I do.
You bet.
- All right, then. - All right.
♪ To find ♪
♪ Peace of mind ♪
Hey, Brandon -
Late for all this noise.
What's up?
Some dead girl. Young. Dumped over there.
DO NOT CROSS
Recognize her?
No.
They said it was weird, but...
Just get her out of here.
Hey, where you taking her?
La Paz morgue.
Same as the one from last night.
Last night?
Yeah, man.
Same kinda shit.
These girls gotta stop walking alone or whatever.
Boss. We spotted them.
Second floor -
across from the entrance.
Wait for my word, got it?
Copy that.
We're inside.
Fuck!
Come on!
Chapo!
See him?
Where's Barron?
Here!
Let's get out of here!
Barron, what the fuck's happening -
Francisco!
Let's go!
Go. Keep moving!
Quickly! Stand up. They're coming!
He won't stop bleeding!
Claudio!
Motherfucker!
He's heading up.
This way! This way!
Fuck!
Fucking Chapo!
Hey! Up ahead! More are coming!
Let's go!
Barron!
Let's go!
Hurry up!
Hurry.
Let's get outta here.
Everyone to the exit!
Let's go!
Mama.
What happened?
- We need to go home. - Why are we leaving?
- Sonia! - I'm coming.
Everything's okay.
Take Mom. I'll see you downstairs.
All together, madam.
Out, everyone!
Dina... Dina...
Dina. Let's go.
What are we still doing here? Let's go!
Let's get the fuck out of here!
Where's Claudio -
Claudio...
Ready!
Let's go!
I want...
their heads.