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[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[CAR ENGINE RUMBLING]

REPORTER: There may be no more dangerous job in the world

these days than being an undercover agent for the United

States Drug Enforcement Administration, the DEA,

the federal agency which is at war with ruthless drug dealers

around the world.

Tonight, one of those undercover agents is missing.

Apparently, the victim of drug vengeance.

REPORTER: Enrique Camarena was reportedly

kidnapped by four armed men in Guadalajara, Mexico.

The hostages' whereabouts and condition unknown.

REPORTER: Camarena left the US consulate on February 7,

intending to meet his wife for lunch,

and was apparently abducted less than a half a block away.

A small army of Mexican Federal

Police and American drug agents are searching for Camarena.

But so far they have found nothing.

REPORTER: US inspectors are making a thorough search

of more than half the cars crossing into this country

along the entire Mexican border

from San Ysidro, California, to Brownsville, Texas.

REPORTER: Motorists at the busiest border crossing

at San Ysidro, near San Diego, have

had to wait up to nine hours.

REPORTER: Although the White House denies it,

reliable sources tell NBC News President Reagan has spoken

to Mexican president De La Madrid

about the case of Enrique Camarena.

ABC News has learned that Camarena had uncovered evidence

indicating that high Mexican law enforcement

agents were involved with the drug smugglers.

I've had this little thorn in my heart

knowing the truth about what really happened to Kiki.

The US intelligence officials ordered the kidnapping and

interrogation of Kiki Camarena.

The Camarena case is still being covered up to this day.

And I want the world to know the truth.

It's time.

And if I die doing it, well, that's what God wanted.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

PRESIDENT NIXON: We must wage what I have called total war

against public enemy number one in the United States,

problem of dangerous drugs.

NARRATOR: In 1973, President Nixon

created the Drug Enforcement Administration to fight

America's new war on drugs.

The DEA used undercover narcotics agents,

known as narcs, to bust traffickers in the US

and around the world.

In 1980, the drug war expanded to Mexico,

where a group of marijuana growers

had relocated from the mountains of Sinaloa

to the city of Guadalajara to forge

Mexico's first drug cartel.

Rafael Caro Quintero, Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo,

and Miguel Felix Gallardo, became the most

powerful drug lords of the era.

In 1985, they conspired to kidnap, torture,

and murder DEA Agent Kiki Camarena,

resulting in their downfall.

The disintegration of the Guadalajara cartel

plunged Mexico into violence and led to the rise

of Joaquin "El Chapo" Guzman.

Since then, more than 125,000 people have

died in Mexico's cartel wars.

But to this day, Camarena's murder looms above them all.

For 35 years, the truth behind his killing

has remained a closely guarded secret

at the highest levels of government

in Mexico and the US.

This is the story of the man who was murdered,

the men who killed him, and the one

man who risked everything to find out what really happened

and why.

[THEME MUSIC]

When my mom was like 16, she got pregnant with me.

And my grandmother, who was a very strict Catholic,

said, you got to leave the house.

So my mom went and became friends

with these ladies that were like gypsies that told fortunes.

They took her in and they said, listen,

you know, you learn this trade, and you'll always have money.

Your present, your past, and your future.

Present, past, and future.

That's the way she supported herself

when she was pregnant with me.

She married my dad, who lived in Mexico.

Before I was born, they migrated to the United States,

and I was the oldest of six brothers.

You are going to be happy,

because you feel that some force is protecting you.

You will always care for your family.

We grew up in South Tucson, Arizona, which

is mainly a Hispanic community.

All of my Anglo friends spoke Spanglish,

half English half Spanish.

So I grew up speaking both languages.

You are going to receive a letter or some news

about the death of someone you know,

someone you care about.

It will bring you sadness,

and you will have to fight for your life.

Once I did my time in the US military during the Vietnam War

and reported home, my dad had broken his back,

and he wasn't working, so there was no money coming in.

So I started looking at the unemployment

section of the newspaper, and there was

openings for police officers.

And the last thing I wanted to be growing up was a policeman.

But then I found out that my little brother,

who was 12 years old, was hooked on heroin.

The only time that I saw my dad cry--

when he would see his son be dragged in by the US

Marshals in chains.

And I remember the tears rolling down my dad's face.

And it hurt me dearly because I adored my father.

And I would grab him and say, Dad, don't worry.

I'm going to do something about this.

These guys are going to pay that addict people like this.

I'm going to arrest every drug dealer I can.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]

[MUSIC - ROSIE AND THE ORIGINALS, "ANGEL BABY"]

♪ It's just like heaven being here with you ♪

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, oh boy!

♪ Angel baby, my angel baby ♪

♪ When you are near me ♪

Kiki was born in Mexico,

and he immigrated with his family at the age of 9.

Then he started school in the US at Calexico.

And that's where we wound up meeting.

A lot of the families traveled north to work in the crops.

In the summer of our sophomore year, we made eye contact.

We were 14.

Kiki and I graduated in 1966.

At 18, Kiki had a vision of what he wanted to do.

He wanted to marry me and be an FBI agent.

I thought, how could you possibly at this age already

be so serious about what you want?

Then Kiki was drafted to the Army, but he chose the Marines.

Kiki always felt that the Marines were tougher.

He always wanted to do the right thing.

And being in law enforcement was part of that.

♪ Please never leave me ♪

♪ Blue and alone ♪

♪ If you ever go ♪

♪ I'm sure you'll come back home ♪

♪ Because I love you... ♪

HECTOR BERRELLEZ: I really liked being a cop.

And I stepped up to the state police

as a uniformed highway patrolman.

[MUSIC - CCR, "BAD MOON RISING"] ♪ I see the bad moon rising ♪

♪ I see trouble... ♪

They would use me to do undercover buys

because I spoke Spanish.

One day I was writing tickets, the next day I'm undercover.

I liked it. But it was very, very dangerous.

I'm surprised I didn't run into somebody

that I had given a ticket to like two or three days before.

♪ Don't go around tonight ♪

♪ Well, it's bound to take your life ♪

I looked like a cop. Very young. I had short hair.

So I felt uncomfortable going with the informants,

and meeting these Mexican drug dealers, and they look at me

and says, are you sure you're not a cop?

"Man, I don't even have papers."

"I don't even have green papers. I'm here illegally."

I became an adrenaline junkie.

I liked the rush that you got.

You are afraid you might get shot or killed,

but then you're saying, I can fool this guy.

♪ There's a bad moon on the rise ♪

When I was making buys for the state police,

an informant came in and said that he had met a very

big heroin dealer from Sinaloa.

So they said, go in there, buy an ounce of heroin for $10,000,

and pay him.

So I walk in, and of course, I can't

act like I'm experienced with this guy,

because this guy is a big drug dealer.

He was very well dressed, a lot of jewelry,

about 50 years old, and I tell him--

"Look, my mom is in very bad shape.

She is very sick, she has cancer.

And I know nothing about this business.

I know nothing about heroin."

And he says, "This is amazing heroin,

comes directly from the lab."

And I said, "Please, please."

"Because if I take them something that's been cut...

They'll kill me."

And he says, "Calm down, calm down, kid.

This is pure heroin."

And he puts down an ounce of heroin.

"Did you bring the money?"

So I had $10,000 of marked bills.

And I gave him the $10,000.

"Take it.

And I have a gift for you."

And he handed me this bag, plastic bag,

full of white powder.

"It's pure cocaine."

"Is it cocaine?"

"Yes."

I'm acting dumb, naive.

"Thank you."

"Listen, sell this cocaine

and pay your mom's medical bills."

It's a gift from me to you.

I like you, dude, and by the way, get out of this business.

You don't belong in this business.

You're too young and too naive

and too nice of a guy to be involved in this shit.

I don't want to see you again, but we're going do this deal.

So I go outside, open the trunk, and here comes the cavalry,

and they go in and arrest everybody.

We had like a SWAT team out there.

And as they're walking him out of the hotel in handcuffs--

"You're really good, kid."

And I says, "Oh well, thank you."

Later that night, everybody goes to a bar

to celebrate the arrest.

It wasn't my case.

The case agent was another agent, didn't speak Spanish,

and everybody's going to him and congratulating him.

Hey, that was a great case.

And his boss tells him, hey, I want to put you

in for an award on this case.

I'm sitting over here, drinking a beer by myself.

And I said, "What about me?"

"What about you?"

I said, "Well, you know, I think I did

a pretty good job undercover. Didn't I?"

And they said, "Man, even a monkey can

buy dope if you give him money."

And I felt very small after that.

I felt very hurt.

However, though, the DEA was there.

And the supervisor pulled me aside, "Why don't

you come over, work for us?"

These are state police.

And I said, OK, I'd love to.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHURCH BELLS RINGING]

I was born...

in Cordoba city,

state of Veracruz, Mexico,

at 9:35 AM in 1961,

on July 31st.

In 1975, I left my house and asked for a ride

to the United States with the hope

of being someone in life.

An honest, fair person.

I believed in the justice of the U.S.,

in the good ones.

I believed in America.

My hope was to join

the U.S. Army.

The Army didn't admit me, they rejected me.

I left the U.S. disappointed.

When I went back to Guadalajara,

I joined the state police,

to do justice.

To do justice for...

all the innocent people.

When I joined the police, I was a very honest man.

On one occasion my partner and I were on patrol...

We stopped to eat some tacos.

Typical Mexican street tacos.

We saw two guys standing there.

And I spotted that one of them was carrying a handgun.

He tried to reach for his gun,

but I told him, "Don't do it or you'll die here.

Hands up."

And I took his gun.

I open the trunk

and find three kilos of cocaine.

And you know when guys like that are connected.

And believe me, I never wanted to mess with Narcos.

Because I knew better.

INTERVIEWER: Why do you want to tell your story?

Why do you think it's important?

I feel I have to do it.

To ask humanity for some kind of forgiveness,

apologize, for all the harm I personally did.

These are real facts that

my enemies want to destroy,

but they can't,

unless they kill me first.

That's why I tell my story.

BERRELLEZ: Southern Arizona was a good place

to start my career as a narc.

We would go from the United States

into Mexico all the time, pursuing drug dealers

and pursuing drug investigations.

It gave me a taste of how things worked in Mexico.

It's like a different planet.

They work another set of rules.

There's no Miranda Rights down there.

There was an occasion where the Comandante

Juan Tapia calls me-- Mexico.

Hector, he says, we just arrested two

gringos with a stolen airplane.

I need you to come over here and translate for me.

So I get there. And one of them right away

says if that comandante thinks

that I'm going to tell him anything

about the plane, he's loco.

I want my lawyer, and I want my lawyer right now.

He was about this tall, little, short, fat guy.

And I says, "Comandante, he says, no."

"I already know what he said."

"Bring him his lawyer. Bring the 'chicharra' to this bastard.

He wants his lawyer."

Well, they grab him, start tearing his shirt off, and take his pants off.

He's standing there naked, and his friend's watching this.

So they bring this cattle prod.

It's got 18 batteries on it.

He says, "This is your lawyer.

Bend him over."

So they just start giving him electrical shocks.

You can see the sparks fly off of his testicles.

"Tell the comandante that I'm ready to talk."

"Tell him, I don't want to talk to him."

"Tell him to sit down and shut up."

Now his friend, "Are you going to tell me now

"where you stole the plane and everything,

or you want a lawyer too?"

He says, "No, sir, I'm fine.

I don't need a lawyer."

This is one of my very first cases there.

So I'm learning that this is normal.

They do that every time they pick up somebody.

After that, of course, it became common practice.

All the waterboarding, the beatings,

the cattle prods, and all that stuff.

That's exactly how they worked cases back in the '70s

and '80s, back then in Mexico.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

MIKA CAMARENA: When Kiki first got to Guadalajara,

he went to scout, and he could not wait

to get a case started.

He was not a desk person.

He put all his soul and mind into working undercover.

He loved the action, and so that was a worry to me.

I knew that he was not going to let go until he

accomplished what he wanted.

JAIME KUYKENDALL: I was the agent

in charge of the office there.

Enforcement actions were not our primary purpose.

Our job was to identify traffickers and trafficking

patterns, because we were not authorized

to take enforcement actions.

Kiki was dedicated to his job,

and he was good at developing informants,

at guiding informants,

and using that information to find out what

the traffickers were doing, both in Mexico

and in the United States.

So we were just working on the major

growing and smuggling groups,

using Guadalajara as a trampoline

into the United States.

The traffickers lived and operated

in Guadalajara with impunity.

Nobody bothered them.

It was their city.

They owned businesses, hotels, restaurants.

They traveled in luxury cars, convoys at times, armed.

They all had some sort of an official credential

issued by either the federal government

or the state government.

They all had bodyguards, and we lived

in and around where they lived.

They knew us and had made threats

against some of the agents in the office

and against the office in general.

MIKA: One time, I had gone to the market.

And I see a car behind me that's not passing me.

And so that made me suspicious, because in Mexico,

nobody drives behind you.

And then, all of a sudden, he started to pass me.

He went right along the side of my car,

and they just stared at us, didn't say a word.

That means, we know who you are.

My job as lead prosecutor in the Camarena case

is hands down the hardest thing I've ever done professionally.

The drug cartel put a contract on my life.

I had 24-hour US Marshal protection.

I carried a firearm, a Smith & Wesson

357 Magnum revolver with a 2 and 1/2 inch barrel, for years.

In the 1980s, it was the wild, wild west,

when it came to the drug cartels.

The most powerful, the wealthiest,

the most violent cartel in the world

was based out of Guadalajara, Mexico.

It consisted of killers, drug dealers, corrupt Mexican cops,

politicians on the take.

It was a multi-headed hydra, and it saw itself as invincible.

The Guadalajara Mexican cartel was

run by three very, very powerful, violent,

and wealthy individuals--

Rafael Caro Quintero, Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo,

and Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo.

They ran the show.

They called the shots.

I was in the Metropolitan Homicide unit

in the city of Guadalajara, in Jalisco,

when we heard on the radio,

"All units proceed with caution

to the American Motors Hotel."

When we arrived at the hotel,

I saw our commander with another person,

with Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo.

When we entered the room we saw

that blood was splattered everywhere.

It smelled like shit.

It smelled terrible,

because a body was dismembered.

You couldn't tell if it was male or female.

There were legs, head, arms, all dismembered.

And there were two guys sitting there, young guys.

One I recognized as "El Chapo" Guzman.

He and his partner had committed the murder

and dismemberment.

They were both laughing with impunity,

and they were high on drugs.

And Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo was

pointing his gun at the commander.

And I was pointing my AR-15 at fucking Chapo Guzman,

I had him on his knees,

ready to put the handcuffs on him.

El Chapo's shirt was stained with blood,

he had blood stains on his face

and his hair.

But then we got a call on the walkie-talkie,

by the police radio, ordering us to leave it alone,

and make no arrests.

And then my boss yelled at me,

my supervisor, Mr. Lira,

"Leave him and go."

I said, "How can I let him go, bastard,

aren't you seeing what he did?

He dismembered that poor bastard."

That's where that story ended,

because we were ordered not to investigate,

we were told to abandon it.

We didn't even file a report.

That was the first time I had to release "El Chapo."

I had to eat my own balls!

Me as a state police officer.

What was left of the corpse

wasn't even taken to the morgue,

they went to throw it,

where they had their clandestine graveyard,

which was located at the Primavera forest,

near El Palomar.

That was one of the first cases I had

where one feels

a terrible, unspeakable thing.

I'd never seen a person dismembered like that.

I've never been able to erase that image from my mind,

nor will I ever.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

BERRELLEZ: When I was transferred

to LA for the first time, in 1982, LA was a hotbed.

You had the Colombians doing all the big cocaine,

the Mexicans bringing in the marijuana and the heroin.

And there was so much dope that I thought,

I'm going to be able to make some

nice, big seizures here, make a name for myself.

[MUSIC - GLENN FREY, "SMUGGLER'S BLUES"] ♪ You see it in the headlines ♪

♪ You hear it every day ♪

♪ They say they're going to stop it ♪

♪ But it doesn't go away ♪

BERRELLEZ: It was the era of rock and roll

in law enforcement, where they would give us money,

and we'd drink in bars, and you all have informants.

It was very loose.

♪ It's propping up the governments ♪

♪ In Colombia and Peru ♪

♪ You ask any DEA man ♪

♪ He'll say, there's nothing we can do ♪

When you go undercover, you start with little roles.

You start first by just being somebody's bodyguard.

You listen, and you learn.

Also, when you have your informant,

you ask him, how do these guys dress?

You want to emulate them.

♪ There's lots of shady characters ♪

♪ Lots of dirty deals ♪

BERRELLEZ: Manny was my undercover Chicago character.

He dressed real cowboy-ish, cowboy hat, long hair,

always in designer jeans, exotic boots, the flashy belts.

Manny would get out of control sometimes.

I mean, he'd take no shit from nobody.

He'd put a gun in somebody's face real quick.

♪ It's the Smuggler's Blues ♪

INTERVIEWER: How often does the line get blurry then?

BERRELLEZ: It got blurry at times

when you forgot who you were.

Because a lot of time, when you're running with these guys,

you forget you're a cop.

You're having a great time.

I actually got to like some of these crooks

more than I liked some of the guys

that I worked with, seriously.

I remember, one time, they sent me to Riverside.

And they tell me they have a heroin case going.

As soon as I walked into the apartment, on the coffee

table is a kilo of heroin.

These guys are sicarios, man.

I mean, I could tell just by looking at them,

they're bad guys.

And when you're alone with these guys,

and you can see they're standing there with weapons,

you become very fearful.

But at the same time, you have to not lose control.

You have to show them you're still the boss.

You're still in control. You've got the money.

You're calling the shots.

So they said, "Well, you're the main guy, right?"

And I go, "Yep."

He says, there's your heroin, right there.

I said OK, so I started getting it.

He says, "No, no, no. Where's the money?"

I says, "It's in the car. We'll walk down, and I'll give you the money."

They said, "No, we're not going to do it like that.

"You bring the money up here.

We'll make the exchange here in the apartment."

And I said, "Nope.

"I'm not going for that.

"Just because the heroin's here doesn't

mean I have to trust you guys."

"I come in here with $250,000,"

I says, "you kill me, you cut me up in little pieces, and you

"take the pieces of my flesh, and you feed it to the pigs down in Sinaloa."

I said, "No way, man. We're not going to do that.

"You're going to have to come down,

and we'll do the exchange in the alley."

So he tells me, "No fucking way.

Either we do it here, or we don't have a deal."

"No way, forget about it.

"I don't give a shit how you want to do it.

"We do it my way, or we don't do shit.

"If you wanna be old ladies with your little skirts...

"...and don't want to come out here and be scared,

"that's your problem.

I'm ready to do business."

So I walked out.

Two minutes later, here they come

with the heroin in a gym bag.

The guy says, "Here's the heroin."

And we're standing there, and here comes

the cavalry to make the arrest.

And the drug dealer goes, "Manny, [SPEAKING SPANISH].

It's the dogs." It means the cops.

And he pulls out his gun.

And I have my hands occupied,

and I see he's going to shoot at one of my surveillance guys.

So I dumped the heroin on the ground, and I push him.

I pushed his arm, and the gun goes up in the air.

I just pulled out my gun, like this,

and I go, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, a whole bunch of times.

And he falls back on one knee, and he's

still got the gun in his hand.

And I shoot him more times, bam, bam, bam,

and then he finally falls.

And he looks up to me, and he says,

"Manny, forgive me, please.

Forgive me."

And I felt so sorry for him, and then his eyes rolled back,

and you can see that glazed look.

He died.

I thought, wow, I wonder if he still thought that I was Manny,

or if he knew I was a DEA guy, and that I shot him.

And he was just saying he was sorry because he

knew he was going to die.

It still bothers me to this day.

It bothers me a lot.

Because I always wondered, should I

have waited a little longer before I pulled the trigger?

How's God looking at me?

Yeah, under men's law, I did what I had to do,

but how is God looking at me?

Sometimes, I couldn't sleep.

You start questioning yourself.

But at the same, you have to put this facade, this macho.

It's like, yeah, man, I shot him.

He's dead. I'm glad he's dead. Fuck the guy.

You know, you're talking like that, even though you don't mean it.

Because everybody is patting your back and putting tequila

drinks in front of you.

And usually, you drink all night, and you party,

and that's the only way you can go to sleep.

That's the way you cope with it,

and of course, you try to act like, yeah, man,

I shot him like 10 times dude, you know?

Yeah, it was cool, but it's all fake.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Around the year of 1983,

one of our commanders

asked if I could provide protection at a party.

Upon arriving at the place, it was the...

Aurora Ranch.

There were many armed people and among them,

the commander introduced me to

Ernesto Rafael Fonseca Carrillo.

INTERVIEWER: And what did you know about him?

Naturally, I knew he was...

that he was a Narco.

Everyone knew who the Narcos were.

On another occasion,

the commander asked me

to handle an errand with him.

I was surprised when he took me directly

to meet with the Narco

Rafael Caro Quintero,

for whom I began body guarding loads.

Usually they were 18-wheelers full of drugs.

It happened at the Lebanese Club.

I started seeing some of the people

from the DFS, from the Mexican feds,

from the military police,

from the Jalisco State Police,

-from the 15th military zone... -INTERVIEWER: Who else?

Rafael Caro Quintero, Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo.

They were all introduced to me, right there.

"This is Rafael Caro Quintero.

Don Ernesto,

here is the young man you wanted to meet.

Jorge Godoy, this is Mr. Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo.

They work for the Interior Secretary.

You will be under their command,

do whatever they say.

You will be in armored vehicles,

Grand Marquis. You will be with them.

You will have to show your state police ID...

so they can pass the checkpoints...

any checkpoint, police, military, etc.

And you will be with him...

And you are responsible for Fonseca...

and you can't leave him unguarded."

There was a commander.

And we got along very well.

He asked me one day,

"Do you want to work as a driver

for a federal commander?"

I said, "Yes."

He said, "OK."

He introduced me to Ernesto Fonseca.

When I arrived to meet Ernesto Fonseca,

he was introduced to me

as a commander of the federal police.

OK.

Well, he's a commander, right?

Ernesto and I started talking.

He told me, "You'll be fine here."

"Here... with me you'll be fine."

"Oh, thank you," I said.

After like a month...

I was seeing everything that was going on,

what was happening there,

but I didn't dare to ask.

Then I saw...

Godoy.

Jorge Godoy was there.

I asked him, "What are you doing here?"

He said, "No, what are you doing here?"

I said, "Well, I'm here with the commander."

He says, "Oh, sure, me too."

Then Godoy told me...

"No, you crazy fucker, we aren't with a commander...

He's a narcotics trafficker.

And tomorrow we'll have a party

where you'll meet everyone."

Well, I was..

I started feeling bad, right?

The next day, they had the party, a birthday party.

Well, Felix Gallardo arrived.

Caro Quintero arrived.

I mean, everyone, all the big names.

That's when I met everyone.

And that's how I started...

my career as a bodyguard for the Narcos.

PHIL JORDAN: Kiki picked me up for lunch one day.

The whole time Kiki and I were together,

we were always under surveillance

by three or four guys.

And I said, Kiki, I mean, there's three guys over there.

You can see their 45's.

What the hell is going on, man?

I mean, do I have to be careful?

He says, don't worry about it.

They're DFS, and they work for the CIA.

I said, OK.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

DFS, very selective in its recruitment.

The creme de la creme got into that organization.

But once you became a DFS agent,

you were issued a credential,

and that credential let you in anywhere and everywhere.

It was a powerful tool.

Several bad guys had these DFS credentials,

including two of the individuals who ran

the Guadalajara drug cartel--

Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo and Rafael Caro Quintero.

There was no line of distinction anymore

between bad guys and the DFS.

They were all the same thing.

This is what Kiki Camarena had to face every day.

MIKA: It was very, very difficult at the end.

I just had to learn to deal with it, as best as I could.

Finally, I convinced Kiki it's time for us to leave.

When Kiki got his orders to San Diego,

he had a big, old smile on his face.

He was so happy.

I hadn't seen him that happy in a long time.

I wasn't smiling.

I was done.

I wasn't going to smile until we left.

INTERVIEWER: When were you due to leave?

Two weeks after they kidnapped him.

INTERVIEWER: You were supposed to leave two weeks later?

Two weeks after they kidnapped him.

REPORTER 1: New worrisome developments tonight in

the United States' war on drugs.

REPORTER 2: The US government is offering a $50,000 reward

for information about the kidnapping

of an agent of the Drug Enforcement Administration.

Enrique Camarena was reportedly kidnapped

by four armed men in Guadalajara, Mexico.

JACK LAWN: Eyewitness accounts indicated

he was abducted by four individuals, placed

forcibly in the back of a vehicle,

and the vehicle fled the scene.

BERRELLEZ: I remember being at a gym like 4:00, 4:30,

5:00 in the morning, working out, when all of a sudden,

news comes on the screen.

I remember, I was running on a treadmill, and I stopped.

I said, "Oh my God, they've got Kiki."

In my heart, having worked in Mexico,

I knew that the traffickers alone

wouldn't do something like that.

The traffickers do not do anything without the protection

of the Mexican government.

I knew in my heart that if the drug lords

ordered Kiki picked up,

they weren't going to do it themselves.

They were going to use dirty cops to do it.

It was a Volkswagen Atlantic,

a small car.

And it was...

Samuel,

Torres Lepe,

Rene Verdugo

and me.

When Kiki comes out of the consulate,

Rene Verdugo says, "That's him."

Samuel gets out of the car

and tells me, "Rene, come with me."

Samuel had him on the right side.

He grabbed him by the right arm and I by the left arm.

Then Samuel took out his gun and put it here.

He told him, "Don't resist, or I'll finish you right here."

"Alright," Kiki said.

He walked, he was calm.

I didn't feel like he was afraid.

INTERVIEWER: And did you know

that he was going to die?

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