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We had a deal.
What the fuck are you doing?

He's clean.

Cavity search?

Fuck you, man.

Lalito, please.

Don't call me that.

Sorry.

Mr. Mayor.

Nothing for a year and a half,
and this is how you contact me?

Dead bodies hanging
outside my fucking office?

Are you done?

Now, pay attention to me.

I said, pay attention.

I know we had a deal.

All I'm doing is trying to fulfill it.

Did I ask you to hang dead bodies
outside my office?

No.

Didn't it help you out?

Squaring off against the President,

breaking his so-called curfew.

You're a hero.

I've always tried to protect you.

I've always told you
what you needed to know.

But the time has come
when I need you to know and do more.

Much more.

Okay. What are we going to do?

THE CANDIDATE

Where are we on Bautista's banker?

Making good progress.

In terms of HUMINT, we got the dog walker.

We've also set up good SIGINT.

We had to be creative
about where to put the bug.

'Cause Natalia gets regular sweeps
from a security firm.

But they leave the dog outside
during the sweep,

so we settled on the collar.

Yeah, we got DS&T to install
some cameras on the utility poles,

so we got good eyes on most of the house.

Anything else?

Yeah. We spent a long time

going through the credit card statements.

Yes!

What did you find?

Two leads.

A couple years back,
she spent $9,000 at a locksmith store.

About what a top-of-the-line
home safe goes for.

And the second lead?

She goes for walks, long walks,
every Tuesday and Thursday.

It could be nothing,

or it could be how she's communicating
with the cartel.

Okay, promising.

Wayne, look into the walks.

Isa, the locksmith.

Let's get on this fast.

Meet up back here?

Maybe you can take a nap

because you might be tired
from all that bank statement...

-Hey!
-Hey.

I finally get to introduce you two.

Boyd. Wayne.

-Nice to meet you, Boyd.
-Likewise.

Sorry to interrupt.

I gotta write a report on DTO fuel theft
and I need a place to spread out, so...

Oh, no. You're good.
You can have the room. We just finished.

So, you're an analyst? Is that right?

Yep.

By day I'm Clark Kent
and by night I'm... Clark Kent.

Superman's overrated,
but, hey, it's nice to have you here.

Thanks. Happy to be here.

Isa, could you... In my office?

Yeah.

Okay, see you.

Go tell Boy Scout Joseph Smith

he's gonna have to pack up
his magic underwear and go home.

What?

We are just getting started
with this Lalo thing.

You gotta keep that
under your hat in here.

You really want to be going back home,

having to lie about it
to your fuckbuddy too?

Who, I might add, is also CIA.

Who, I might add, is also my fiancé.

-I can handle it.
-I'm not asking you to handle it.

I am telling you to send
your Ken Doll back to America.

It is just gonna be too damn hard
for you to keep this shit separate.

Thanks for the advice about how to keep

the pressure from home
and career separate.

Yeah, it's especially valuable
coming from someone that has mezcal

for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack.

-Hey, listen...
-I said thank you.

Actually, you said "thanks."

Luckily, I'm starting to ovulate today.

Damn, don't get too excited.

No, sorry, it's just...

I have meetings all afternoon.

Honestly, I'm going crazy.

With the mess with Trueba
and the Guerrero Cartel invading the city,

it's a nightmare.

The fucking press won't get off my back.

They're saying that

this is only the beginning.

There are rumors
that Bautista is plotting against

the Navy men who were after him.

You think?

Fuck!

I hope not.

Hey, honey,

what's going on with that girl's complaint
against Fer's son?

We agreed we weren't going
to talk about that.

Tell me, please.

Nothing's going on,

so I have nothing to tell you.

-I have to go.
-Okay.

I love you.

I love you.

See? She said hello to me, man.

But she's a gringa.

So what?

Gringas love me, man.

Don't you remember spring break in Cancun?

What I remember is you
in your room the whole time

watching porn, asshole.

Toques?

Tricky.

Toques? Toques, miss?

Do you want to try it?

It improves the connection
of your mind and heart.

-Let's do it.
-Okay.

Ready? Hold each other's hands.

One.

-Ready?
-Two.

-Three.
-Shot for the winner.

-Okay.
-One, two,

three, four, five,

six, seven,

-eight, nine, ten.
-Enough!

What happened, man?
The young lady beat you.

How was it?

Great.

-Wow!
-Here.

Thank you. Have a good night.

Excuse me.

That was amazing!

You handled that so well.

I work for an idiot.
I have to handle a lot.

What do you do?

I work for an art dealer from New York.

He's been unbearable since we got here.

Everything is like,
"The city is really unsafe."

I love it when people say
this city is unsafe.

You love it?

Well, it helps me.

I sell safes.

Here you go.

Great.

Look, I'd put it... here,

-in the bathroom
-Okay.

Or here,

in the closet.

Cheers.

Hey, get this.

So, Natalia took a subway

and then backtracked

on a fucking microbus.

-Jesus.
-Yeah.

She's running an SDR.

She's gonna meet with her handler
from the cartel.

No, not a meeting.

There is no way that Bautista
or any of his guys would run the risk

of coming into Mexico City
once or twice a week just for this.

No, I think she's going somewhere
to make a phone call.

Somewhere she thinks
she's not gonna be intercepted.

I think she is calling El Chente,

Cartel finance guy.

Okay, but how can you be so sure?

First, it's classic tradecraft.

And second, because I taught Bautista
how to fucking do it.

How's it going with your safe thing?

She has one installed
in her walk-in closet.

No way.

Bet you that's where she keeps the burner.

If we can hack this phone,

we can find these motherfuckers.

Get your dog walker
ready for the safecracking mañana.

Wait, but it's a fingerprint safe.
We need Natalia's prints.

Homeland Security has already
got them from her visa.

Okay.

It's just that I feel
Pamela's a little green still.

I don't want to push her too hard.

Come on, you got a whole day to train her.

Okay. I'll set it up.

Good. Now, we can get a drink.

God knows I need it.

Where are you going?

Of course.

Outside.

What the fuck, old man?

You gonna fight back?

Thank you so much

for bringing me
to the Cantina del Dirtbag.

Tips gratefully received.

So,

what else do you wanna talk about?

So, you never told me what really happened
between you and Bautista.

Oh, yeah?

That's fucking weird.

You know, given we're besties and all.

Could be useful information.

He and I both liked
the same girl in junior high.

Does it have anything to do
with the guy you punched out,

-Ted Malek?
-Yeah. Ted was the girl.

You know I can find it on cable traffic.

No, you can't.

Okay.

Good conversing. Now, tell me...

where are you on Lalo?

I'm still not convinced he has
anything to do with Bautista.

I'm still not convinced I give a fuck
about what you think.

We're meeting tomorrow to talk
about the "Breaking Walls" exhibit.

-Did you get a hold of the...
-Yes, Wayne.

I got the fucking painting.

Hello.

I'm ready, honey. I'm ovulating.

Great.

I can't talk right now.

Okay, at what time will you get home?

I don't know, I have a dinner.

Okay, so, 10:30?

Maybe.

Lalo, this only happens once a month!

I'll be there when I can, okay?

Commander. Please.

-How are you, sir?
-How are you?

-I'll leave you.
-Thanks.

Well, good...

Please.

I'll get to the point.

We received an anonymous call
from a guy who reported seeing

armed men in Iztapalapa.

We went there and discovered an apartment

that Bautista used as a safe house.

Are we sure it's his?

A hundred percent.

We found traces of gunpowder,

identical to the traces
from the explosion of the car

where Admiral Romero almost died.

A ball bearing with a digital fingerprint
of one of Bautista's men,

The Diplomat.

Is our first clue,
but you don't look happy.

I highly doubt that Bautista rigged
the safe house with just one bomb.

So, there may be more to come?

It's possible.

I'd like to take this
to the Federal Police.

I'll take it.

Are you sure? It's part of my...

I told you, I'll take it.

Okay.

-Thank you.
-See you soon.

Dani!

Yes, sir?

Put me through to Admiral Romero.

Of course, putting you through.

We need you

to align the fingerprint
on this paper with the sensor.

Relax. Now put your thumb here
and move it a little.

-Wow.
-That's it.

You're an expert.

Would you like a beer?

No, thank you. I don't drink.

Do you mind if I have one?

No, not at all.

Actually, I do have a beer
from time to time,

but I haven't for a while
because of Mónica's problems

with drugs and stuff.

I feel bad saying this, but...

sometimes it's difficult
looking after someone like that.

My mom had psychiatric problems.

And, on top of that, she was an addict.

When I was young,
I took a bit of everything.

It was... complicated.

I got clean and...

then, 10 years ago,
I split up with a boyfriend

and I had a bad relapse.

It was really hard to come back from that.

But now you're much better.

Everything gets better, eventually.

Now we even get along and work together.

This is so weird.

It's so nice talking to you like this,

being so open,

then I see the safe and...

Don't worry, okay?

Believe in yourself.

We would like you to do it this afternoon.

What? Today?

I know it's not easy.

But you're ready.

Nothing will happen to you.

I've done this a thousand times.

If you say so.

-Hello, Verónica.
-Hello.

What are you doing?

Do you want to have kids?

Yes, of course I do.

Well, if the mountain
won't go to Mohammad...

Sorry if I was short with you before.

-You have to under...
-No, you have to understand.

That I go to baptisms,
baby showers, birthday parties.

I'm not 25 anymore, Eduardo.

You're right. I'm selfish.

I feel terrible

that I'm not pregnant.

And, because I'm supposed to be
a liberal woman,

I feel guilty for feeling bad.

When all I want

is to have a child
with my husband who I love.

I think I've explained myself.

Yes, you've explained very well.

But you missed one detail.

A mayor has to know
how to value his privacy, right?

Good point.

Don't worry about Dany, she's half deaf.

Hey, baby, how's the training going?

It went well.

Yeah?

Taking the little puppy
for a walk tonight?

I think so.

You think so?

Well, I...

kind of have this feeling that
the puppy's not so ready to go out yet.

She just seems so... vulnerable.

With her big floppy ears?

The thing is, honey,
we don't have time for her to be perfect.

Is she good enough?

Yeah.

Good. I'll see you at home.

I'll buy the leash. Bye.

-Hello.
-Lalo.

Sorry, I'm late.
Surprise meeting at the office.

-That's okay.
-Shall we?

So, to start the tour,

we were thinking about
putting only Mexican artists here.

And then, for this area here,

we'd put Mexican-American artists.

Then we would finish in this area,

where we'd put artists
from both countries.

Both countries hanging side by side.

Yes, we could put
something by Álvaro Verduzco.

Exactly.

Now we're curating the exhibition.

This is more fun
than our other jobs, right?

Totally.

Come here, I want to show you something.

I was looking for pieces for the show,

and I found this one that...

I didn't know if I should
show it to you, actually.

You might find it funny or not.

Show it to me, please.

Okay.

Your masterpiece.

Obviously it's not for here.

But I was thinking, just thinking,

that you should do an interview
with some media outlet about art.

Show them the painting,
talk about your career as an artist,

your interest in Mexican identity...

I think people might love it, don't you?

Yes, maybe.

Actually, it's getting late
and I have a meeting.

But thanks for the tour.

See you later?

Where are you?

The opening's about to be over.

This is so fucked up, Lalo.

Just... Just call me back.

Hey, Sara.

-What's up?
-Do you have a bump?

Are you sure? I thought you...

Feeling festive.

-Enjoy.
-I will.

Lalo!

I don't know what just happened in there.

But I'm not gonna let you
disappear on me again.

Do you know who the person
in that painting is?

You didn't grow up in Mexico.
How would you know, Isa?

It's El Pípila, an independence hero.

Think of Paul Revere.

You saw how I painted him.

With pee raining down on him.

I practically urinated on history.

It was a bad joke.

A bad joke that made fun of my country.

Lalo, you were 25.

I was a shitty little rich boy.

Mexico meant nothing to me.
I only cared about myself.

I know.

And here I am, talking about myself.

Sorry.

When we split...

-I thought...
-It's okay, Lalo.

I was sure I'd go back to Boston.

I was packing my suitcase
when, suddenly, my mom went crazy.

You didn't return even one of my calls.

I was scared.

If I'd heard your voice,

I was sure I'd take the first plane back,

which meant losing my family.

You could have at least told me that.

You're right.

Well, it feels good

hearing it now.

Want a ride to the embassy?

No.

I have a lot of work to do.

For starters, I need
to burn that fucking painting.

See you next Thursday, same time?

We'll continue?

No more surprises, though?

No more surprises.

-We have this one in the cellar, right?
-Yes.

It's amazing.

I think the tablecloth samples could
be with this design.

Thanks, Jazmín.

Fer, how are you?

How dare you do this to me!

-Do you want to sit down?
-No.

You assured me
you were going to talk to Lalo

and make that ridiculous fucking girl
stop lying about my Sebas.

And that's what I did.

Well, it didn't work.

Because they're interrogating
him right now.

Fer, I'm really sorry.

Well, stop feeling sorry and do something.

Fer, I know how difficult this is for you,

but there's nothing I can do.

Not since she decided to go
to a public prosecutor.

Maybe you don't get it
because you don't have kids,

so I'll explain.

Tell your husband to do something,
and fast!

My husband

is the Mayor of Mexico City.

If you'd seen the news this month,

instead of going to the spa
or screwing your Pilates instructor,

you'd have seen that my husband has

slightly more important things to do

than sorting out your son's life,

who, by the way, asshole,

did rape a girl.

-Hey.
-Hey.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Isa...

We're about to run
the operation with Pamela.

I don't think she's ready,
but Wayne does, so...

It doesn't matter what Wayne thinks.

She's your asset.

-I gotta go.
-Okay.

Wayne's already there.

Okay. I love you.

Bye.

Get a move on, girl.

She wants to say goodbye before she goes.

Yeah, I'm almost done.

-Ready?
-Yes.

Okay, excuse me.

I'm just going up to clean the bathroom.

Okay, perfect.

Here.

Yes, my love, how handsome.

You're a king.

You're a king, my love.

Yes, you're the most beautiful dog...

Why doesn't she just stay home
and fuck the dog?

Who's a good dog?

Ready, I'm in the bedroom.

Okay.

Let's go.

Go into the closet, like we planned.

You're a king. I love you. Yes, I do.

Here, take him with you.

We'll leave as soon as Pamela's finished.

Right away.

I can't find anything.

All right, relax, Pamela.

Look for an outlet.

The safe is probably close to the wiring.

I see an outlet.

-Pamela?
-Hold on.

There it is.

I found it.

It's the same. It's identical.

Okay,

you know what to do.

Okay.

It doesn't work.

Move the paper a bit.

Okay.

Fuck! It's not working! What do I do?

Now I need you to try again,
but with another fingerprint.

Goddamn it!

Stupid, shitty shoes!

What did she say?

I don't know, but I think
something happened to her shoe.

Her shoe?

Shit!

-Wait for me.
-Yes, ma'am.

No, what if she's going upstairs
to change her shoes?

Well, what if she isn't?

That's it, I'm pulling the plug.

-Pulling the plug? You can't...
-My asset, my decision.

Pamela, listen, I need you
to get out of there now.

What?

Get out.

Okay.

Okay.

The bathroom is done.
Do you need anything else, ma'am?

That'll be all.

-Okay, see you tomorrow.
-Yeah.

You can tell me I was right at any time.

Fuck you.

Why isn't the bodyguard
getting her car ready?

Hey.

The boss wants you upstairs.

Why?

Just go.

What the fuck just happened?

Oh, shit! What if she got made?

-You don't know. Just wait...
-That's it, I'm going in.

-Where the fuck are you going?
-Get the fuck off of me.

Goddamn it!

Sit the fuck down!

Mind telling me what happened?

You left shit on the floor, Pamela!

Sorry!

Which one looks better?

This one or this one?

That one.

Yeah? What are you doing?

-Cleaning, ma'am.
-Okay, that's enough. Thank you.

If it happens again, you're fired.

Yes.

Don't you ever fucking do that again!

Do what?

It was fucking idiotic of you

to get out of the truck
and run in the fucking house!

Well, I fucking saved her life
by pulling the plug on the mission.

Yeah, and if you'd gone in,
waving a fucking gun around,

you could've gotten both
of your fucking selves killed!

-Jeez!
-Okay.

Okay!

Just don't ever do that again.

That is the way that we lose assets.

Lesson learned.

Admiral, you brought the whole cavalry.

We received a threat and now
we're traveling together, changing routes.

-We'll increase security measures, sir.
-Please.

How are you?

Come in.

Thank you, Alfredo.

Sit down, please, if you'd be so kind.

Again, thanks so much for coming.

I wanted to give you this information
from Commander Tapia.

Bautista wants to go back
to Bogota in the '80s.

That's right.

He wants us all to live in fear,

thinking that bombs will go off
every time we leave the house.

Son of a bitch.

-Sorry, sir.
-Don't worry.

When it comes to Bautista,
that's a compliment.

Admiral, I suppose you're wondering

why I'm giving you
this information directly.

True.

I wanted us to meet face to face.
We both know Catching Bautista is

a job for everyone who loves this city,

independent of personal politics
and factions,

or finding out who has the bigger dick.

I don't want to cause you any problems.

I want you to know you always have
direct access to me

and all of the resources at my disposal.

Okay?

So, let's keep the lines
of communication open.

-Sound good?
-That's how it will be, sir.

Please.

Thank you very much.

Gentlemen.

Falcon Five to Falcon Six, we've finished.

Heading home. Let me know
if you find anything in the report.

I'll be awake.

Falcon Six to Falcon Five.

Roger that, Admiral.

Have a good night.

What do you say?

Want to go for a beer?

No, because your wife will get angry
if I go out.

-Asshole.
-Shut up, Nicolás.

Well, let's leave grandma at home.

Yeah, let's get some rest.

Pull over, an ambulance is coming.

-Careful with this asshole.
-Damn it.

Fuck this shit.

Contact at the rear.

Falcon Six to Falcon Five.

We've made contact. Possible ambush.

Falcon Five to Falcon Six. Roger that.

Can you drive through?

Negative. We're surrounded by three units.

We're southbound
on Iztaccíhuatl and Carranza.

Stay inside.

You're safe in the armored car.
I'm on my way.

Yes, Admiral.

Son of a motherfucking...

We're surrounded, Admiral.

At least 12 men with AK-47s and shotguns.

Hold your positions.

-I'll be there in less than a minute.
-Yes, sir.

No way, Miguel! We have to do something!

One of them is coming closer.

They're saying it's a kidnapping, sir.

Son of a bitch! Shit! Let's go!

Don't stop! Go around them!

Let's go!

They've just put what looks like
a charge of C-4 on the windshield.

We have to do something, man!

Sir, let us get out and smoke them.

It's the only chance we have!

Negative. Stand down.

-The charge goes off in eight seconds.
-Wait!

We don't even know if that shit's real!

Of course it's real! Fuck!

If we get out, they'll kidnap us, Miguel!

Five seconds.

This is bullshit, man! Let's light 'em up!

Get out with your hands up!
That's an order!

Get out! Now!

Get out with your hands up now!

Goddamn it!

-They're coming out!
-We're giving ourselves up.

Miguel.

Relax.

I'll be right back.

LALO
It was good to see you yesterday.

You too.

I hope we keep in touch.

Hello?

Bautista just kidnapped
three of Romero's guys.

And tomorrow's Thursday.

Natalia will be calling
her contact from the cartel.

Yeah, if we track the call,

we can find these motherfuckers.

And if we're fucking really lucky,

we can follow them back
and get the hostages.

But we gotta get Pamela
into that safe ASAP.

Okay.

-Okay.
-Bye.

INCOMING CALL
KAREN

Shit.

Pamela, it's Karen.

I need you to call me urgently.

ALFREDO

What is it, Alfredo?

There was a kidnapping.

Three of Romero's officers were kidnapped
on their way back to headquarters.

Fuck.

Any deaths?

Zero confirmed fatalities.

I'll keep you up to date.

Again?

This time's just for fun.