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But Japan's where I can see them. My
desire was to arrest as many bad guys as

could. I knew I was going to have an
impact on penetrating the drug cartels.

Working undercover could be a matter of
life and death.

I saw a lot of corruption.

The lines were blurry about what was
good and what was evil.

In prison, bitches get bitches, but cops
get killed.

In the 1990s, I was an agent for the
Drug Enforcement Administration.

As far back as I could remember, I
wanted to be an undercover cop.

I felt that I was actually going to be a
crime fighter to make a difference in

my hometown.

I was born and raised in El Paso, Texas,
which is a stone's throw away from

Ciudad Juarez, Mexico.

Throughout the 1990s, Ciudad Juarez
became one of the most violent cities in

world.

The cartels moved in, and that was a
major corridor for the transshipment of

drugs from Mexico into the United
States.

Any drugs that were coming through the
El Paso area were coming from the Juarez

cartel. It was headed by Amado Carrillo
Fuentes, a ruthless, multibillion

-dollar drug dealer.

He was responsible for countless
murders.

Nobody could get close to him. He was an
untouchable.

I took it to heart that El Paso was
getting poisoned by these cartels.

So from day one as a DA agent, I knew
the ultimate price was to get Amado. He

was my holy grail.

I finally got a lead that fell into my
lap.

90 kilos of cocaine were found in the
trunk of a vehicle at a Border Patrol

checkpoint.

The markings of the cocaine packages
were the Scorpion.

This was a label for Zamato and the
Juarez cartel.

If this guy was connected to the Juarez
cartel, I knew this was the break I

needed.

Come with me.

I said, my name is Sal.

I said, what's your name? He says, I'm
Rudy.

I told him, I said, listen, you're in a
lot of trouble.

The only way you're going to get out of
this is by telling me what you know

about this organization.

He tells me, I can't cooperate with you.
They're going to kill me.

And I said, they're going to kill you
anyways if I let you go because right

you lost a lot of their drugs.

He says, if I give you information about
the cartel, can you go and protect me?

So I said, listen, you want my help? You
need to go on and give me information

that's going to be worthwhile.

He knew that he was in a no -win
situation.

He said, the cartel is sending somebody
from Juarez to make sure that everything

runs smooth on this load.

They call him El Guapo.

He's one of the shot callers for the
cartel.

Trying to penetrate any...

criminal organization, the only way to
do it is to actually do undercover work.

So I am thinking, wow, this is going to
be a great opportunity to get somebody

higher in the cartel by role -playing as
an undercover agent.

I asked him, I said, how can I be a part
of this?

He goes, we need a driver.

Now I was going to be a driver for the
cartel.

Let's move out.

But I had no idea what I had just signed
up for.

The next day, I drive to a warehouse in
the outskirts of El Paso as an

undercover agent with the 90 kilos of
cocaine that were seized the day before.

El Guapo was going to inspect it.

I had backup.

numerous DEA agents all over the place.

At the same time, I was very nervous and
unsure of what was going to happen.

We're waiting on a WAPO to show up.

I can see that Rudy is definitely
nervous.

So that door opens, and here comes El
Guapo.

I could just feel the energy with this
guy, and it was not a good thing.

He's a cartel manager in a position of
power.

I was intimidated.

At the same time, I had to go on and do
what I was supposed to do.

I'll be driving.

Peter looked at me, and he goes, How do
you know Rudy?

And I said, well, let me and Rudy go
back a ways.

He had no idea Rudy had betrayed him.

He's staring me up and down.

He notices a gun under my belt.

He says, it's a pretty good -sized gun
you got there.

I said, yeah, and he goes, let me see
it.

And he starts looking at it, inspecting
it.

I was getting nervous.

But all of a sudden, he put the gun to
my head, and he asked me, So tell me

again how you know Rudy.

I thought to myself, Holy, he's going to
blow my brains out.

So I just said, Hey, listen.

Stop pressing my balls.

He cracked a smile and lowered the gun
and handed it back to me.

Inside, I was fierce. I wanted to get
that gun and shove it up his... Unload

coke.

But I had to keep my cool and continue
with what we were going to do.

We unload the cocaine, and the whole
time, WAPO was just standing there

us.

My heart was racing.

And I'm thinking, okay, I hit the mother
load here.

This was enough to arrest him.

Eventually he ended up saying, do you
want to get out of here?

This thing will be moving tomorrow.

This is the opportunity that I wanted.

I just pulled out my gun.

Put your hands up where I can see them.

He was furious.

He wanted to kick my ass right there,
but I knew I had the upper hand this

I walk into the interrogation room.

And I said, we got you with your hand in
the cooking jar, man.

You need to start talking to me, because
you're looking at life in prison.

Guapo said nothing. He just stared at
me.

I said, listen to me.

You know the person I want.

I want Yamato, the leader of the Juarez
cartel.

But you only have two options.

You go to prison or you're going to talk
to me right now.

And he goes, I can't tell you anything,
man.

He's going to kill all my family.

I said, I know everybody's afraid of
him, but you need to talk to me, man.

I'll take care of you.

We'll make sure that you and your family
are safe.

Okay?

Eventually, a wobble tells me that
there's some top guys of Amado that are

meeting at a nightclub in Juarez
tomorrow.

So I'm thinking, wow, this is an
opportunity to identify some of these

With the Juarez cartel in Mexico,
they're now going to get a lot closer to

Amado.

The city of Juarez was right across the
Rio Grande River from El Paso.

Juarez was the Wild West.

I could feel how unsafe it was on that
side, but to be going by myself, I did

carry my gun.

That was my only sense of security.

When I arrived at the parking lot there
in Juarez, I see these men standing by

the front door of the club carrying AK
-47s.

I was on my own in Amado's backyard.

So I had to find a spot as quickly as
possible that would be the best position

for me to take photos of them.

I'm thinking, wow, I'm getting some
photos of them.

Some big players here.

Some of Amado's top guys.

This was just a dream come true.

But then a vehicle pulls in behind me
and it blocked me in.

I look back and I see this guy with a
gun.

He's looking at me and says, I'm
thinking, he must have seen me taking

I'm burned.

I need to get out of this situation, but
by then, the other men are walking

towards me with their guns drawn, and
I'm trapped.

I'm about to get into a shootout, and
I'm outnumbered. I'm outgunned.

There's no way out.

It just seemed like time stood still.

But then, by some divine intervention,
the guy behind me, his

vehicle started rolling back.

I ran out of it as quickly as possible.

They start following me, shooting at me.

I'm driving as fast as I can.

And I look in the mirror, and these guys
are still on my tail.

In fact, they're gaining on me.

My heart was racing.

My blood was flowing. The adrenaline
surge was going.

And I'm thinking, man, if I don't get
out of here now, I'm going to get

These cartel killers are right on my
tail.

I'm a few minutes away from the border.

My objective is just to get into U .S.
soil.

So I gun it toward the U .S. Border
Patrol checkpoint.

I already have my badge, sticking it
out, and say, hey, listen, I'm a DA

I need to come through now.

As I make it through the U .S.
inspection station, I look back and I

cartel members turning their vehicle
around and heading back into Mexico.

I put the vehicle in park. I just took a
deep breath.

I was here in U .S. soil safe, but I
just could not understand how I got out

that situation.

I drove home, and I walked into the
house, and there was my wife.

You walked in it?

I had to separate my home life from my
work.

I nearly got killed earlier and I just
pretended like nothing happened.

That was indicative of most of my
marriage.

I mean, I lied to my wife a lot. I
didn't want her to know the truth.

I just felt bad for her.

But I was determined not to give up.

I had an obsession to do my mission of
pursuing a model.

Looking back, it cost me my...

After that, my situation became worse.

One morning I looked at the newspaper
and I looked at a photo of a man that

dead.

As I looked closer at the photo, I
realized that was Rudy, one of my

The Amado cartel had him killed.

Catching Amado was my professional
objective, but now it got personal.

And I was going to do everything I could
to get that son of a bitch.

If I wanted Amado, I had to go into
Mexico and go after him.

The DEA made arrangements for me to
start working with a special team of

federales flown in from Mexico City.

These federales were the Mexican
equivalent of the DEA.

The plan was to work with these guys on
a daily basis to recruit informants,

infiltrating Amado and his cartel.

We began to conduct some operations, and
I got to see how the war on drugs,

Mexican -style, was conducted.

They would grab people and interrogate
them.

There was a man that they brought in.

They put a plastic bag over his head,
and this went on for what seemed like an

eternity.

I just hated to see a man being
interrogated like that.

Looking back, my moral values were
changing. It was hard to balance what

good and what was evil.

I knew that working in Mexico, I was
going to have to get somebody who was

really close to Amado, find somebody
who's deep within the organization.

I got to the point where I was getting
desperate.

I heard about this one guy who was
blackballed by the DEA.

He was a Mexican state police comandante
nicknamed El Diablo.

He was working for the cartel and also
the cops.

When somebody's blackballed by the DEA,
that means they are considered

deceptive, untruthful.

But I had to take a chance.

I knew I had to use somebody like that
because it got to the point where there

was nobody else to help me get close to
Amado.

I decided I needed to get to the
dirtiest of dirty if I'm going to go on

to infiltrate Amado's organization.

When I first met El Diablo, I could see
this guy was a hardened criminal, but

yet he was, you know, hiding behind a
badge.

And I said, listen, I need you to give
me information on Amado.

I know you have the opportunities of
doing that.

There's money in there for you, but...

You need to go on and give me
information that's going to be

And he said, I can go on and get you
crime scene photos. I can get you

background information on some of the
hits that Amado's doing on people along

the border.

I felt confident that I could work with
this guy.

Okay.

You do that.

Looking back,

I made a big mistake.

If I knew what El Diablo was going to do
to me, I would have never got close to

this guy.

Several days later, he ended up bringing
back crime scene photos, addresses,

phone numbers, license plate numbers.

The information that it was providing me
was great.

I don't know how he did it. I didn't
ask.

All I know is it was worth the money.

I was just really excited to have an
opportunity like this. I actually had

somebody who could give me some specific
details about Amado's upper echelon.

I really felt that I had Amado on my
side.

Within several weeks of working with El
Diablo, He tells me that Amado is going

to attend a wedding in the elite part of
Juarez tomorrow.

What?

Where? This was the golden ticket that I
was looking for. Man, the Holy Grail is

going to be at one location really close
to where I can grab him.

On the day of the wedding, we set up
with a special team close to the church.

I'm sitting in the car wondering if Amal
was going to show up.

Then a truck pulled up right in front of
me.

Sure enough, it was Amal.

My heart is racing. My mind is going 100
miles an hour thinking, man, I'm going

to get this son of a gun.

But then, all of a sudden, it was chaos.

Women and children were screaming.

I see an AK -47 in my face.

And I look around and see the other DEA
agents, and they also had AK -47s on

their faces.

And I'm thinking, oh, my God, we've got
a massive setup here.

We're going to have a massacre of DEA
agents.

So I'm sitting there with an AK -47 in
my face.

And there's a guy there saying, I was
thinking about options of reaching for

gun.

But El Diablo, he goes, So I raised my
hands and

let him know I'm not going to do
anything foolish.

It seemed like an eternity, but all of a
sudden, all those guys that were

pointing weapons drove off.

Amado was gone.

It was obvious that Amado had been
tipped off.

They knew that I was getting close to
them.

I should have known that there would be
consequences.

A couple of days later, me and my wife
were watching the news.

I'm thinking, wow, what a poor guy.

And I see that it was my cousin Bruno.

I was shocked.

I couldn't believe it.

He was killed by a boy who was from
Mexico who apparently just went up there

with a 9mm pistol, shot him twice in the
chest.

I felt sorrow, grief, confusion.

Then I started getting nervous. I
realized that the cartel members knew

was.

This was a cartel hit.

I'm getting close to Amado. He's trying
to send me a message.

My desire was to go and make sure the
guy who killed my cousin paid for what

did to my family.

Well, sitting in front of me was El
Diablo.

He goes, don't worry about it.

I took care of it.

And he goes, I have somebody in Juarez.

He'll take care of that kid for you.

It was a very confusing moment.

After so many conversations with El
Diablo, I didn't think, why are you

this? In my mind, I was thinking that,
you know what, go ahead and kill that

of a bitch.

But I couldn't do it.

I was a cop. I was supposed to be doing
good.

So I just said, yeah, whatever.

Don't worry about it.

And I just blew him off.

At this point, I started going after
Amado based on revenge.

I got angry. I started thinking, okay,
if Amado is coming after me, I'm going

go after him.

At that point, I was entering a world of
deception, death,

murder.

My sense of morality was put aside
because I had to catch Amado.

But the amount of violence started
taking its toll.

To get those thoughts out of my mind, I
would just kind of go drink alone.

I mean, I'd had a beer in one hand and a
glass of scotch in the other. I ended

up going in a spiral downhill from that
point.

I had a lot of informants

that were killed.

A mother was off the radar, but...

He was sending us a message. It was an
eye for an eye. I felt like I was

responsible for them.

But what happened next was even more
devastating.

And not long after, I'd been drinking
all day and had a lot of beers and half

bottle of scotch.

I just got home.

Then I get a phone call from El Diablo.
He goes, hey, man, I'm nearby.

Can I talk to you?

And I'm like, I'm a little buzzed, man,
but all right.

So he shows up. He said, what brings you
out at this time?

And he hands me an envelope.

And it was a little post -it.

inside and it said, bad things happen to
bad people. And I see in the article,

Amado's dead.

Apparently he had a heart attack and
he's gone.

I couldn't believe it.

It was just hard to fathom.

I didn't want to accept the fact that
Amado was not ever going to spend a day

behind prison bars.

This wasn't the way he was supposed to
go. I mean, I was the one who was

supposed to put him in jail.

I felt that everything I had done was
wasted.

Then Diablo asked me, do you still want
me to kill the kid, the guy who had

killed my cousin?

And even though I was drunk that night,
it's not an excuse for what I said.

I said, kill the son of a bitch, I don't
care.

When I think about my mentality and my
emotions at that time, I was a lost

but that was no excuse.

When I met El Diablo that night, I
literally sold my soul to the devil.

Shortly thereafter, I was with some FBI
agents at this watering hole.

Now that Amado's dead, we're talking
strategy, what do we do

next?

All of a sudden, in walks El Diablo.

And I'm thinking, what the hell is he
doing here?

He pulls the photo out of his pocket,
and I look at it, it's a kid lying

in a pool of blood. He says, it's the
guy you wanted dead.

And I was like, whoa, he said it loud
enough to where the FBI agents even

it.

I needed to get him away from...

these other agents, and I don't want him
to say anything else, so I said, follow

me outside.

I was thinking to myself, I can't
believe he actually did it. I mean, this

real.

He goes, I did what you told me to do.

He said, you need to go on and give me
the money so I can pay the people in

Juarez. I said, man, I don't want to
talk about this now. I said, crazy,

take this photo, man.

And I tried to give it back to him, but
he didn't want to take it.

So I put it back in my pocket.

The guys were looking at me.

I was panicking and wondering what was
going to happen to me.

My mind was swirling and wondering, man,
was I actually responsible for the

death of somebody?

The next morning, the FBI wanted me to
attend the meeting.

I see two FBI agents standing there, and
one of them says, Adrian Martinez.

I say, yeah, what's up? He goes,

you're under arrest for murder for hire.

At that point, my life as I knew it was
over.

Nothing was ever going to be the same
again.

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say may be used against

He starts reading my Miranda rights, and
I felt like I was just punched in the

stomach.

They sat me down and started asking me
questions.

One of the FBI agents tells me, he goes,
Sal, we have you on tape.

We have you talking to El Diablo about
having this guy killed in Juarez.

And I'm thinking, El Diablo, that son

of a bitch has set me up.

I said, listen, it's not what it looks
like.

I could explain everything.

He is a liar, and he's working for
Armando.

But they weren't listening.

They tell me that they have searched my
vehicle outside, and then I remember in

my coat pocket in my car is a photo that
El Diablo had given me the night

before.

You want to explain this?

They showed me the photo that they
brought from my vehicle.

When I look at this photo, I realize
that's not the guy that killed my cousin

Bruno.

I look a lot closer, and that's... It's
a little bit better lighting in there.

And I'm realizing that this is a staged
photo. This is not real blood. This is

set up by El Diablo.

I couldn't believe it. El Diablo has
been playing me the whole time.

So I show them the photo. I say, look,
this is fake. This is all staged by El

Diablo. I didn't kill anybody.

But he said, it doesn't matter, Sal.

You ordered a hit.

You wanted somebody dead.

You're charged with murder for hire.

The FBI agents accepted there was no
murder, but that was irrelevant in my

position.

He said, Sal, if you fight this, you're
looking at 20 years in prison.

But if you plead guilty now, you're only
looking at seven.

I was furious.

I didn't want to put the white flag up.

It was a no -win situation.

They threw the book at me.

Even though El Diablo did a lot.

To set this up, I was at fault and I
knew it.

And then I get thrown into a small jail
cell.

Seeing my wife while I was behind bars
was just the most horrible feeling.

When I told her what I was accused of,
she couldn't believe it.

And I said, yeah,

I made a mistake.

And it just broke my heart.

In the end, I was guilty of wanting
somebody dead, and I

realized that I'm going to pay for it
for the rest of my life.

In prison, snitches get snitches, but
cops get killed.

So I was sent to a prison in Kentucky,
which is literally about 1 ,200 miles

away from my home, where nobody knew me
as Sal.

I was classified as a violent offender
because murder for hire is the crime of

violence.

I walk into the prison, and there are
two guards waiting for me, but they

We're going to treat you like everybody
else.

They give me my towel and a bar of soap,
and I'm thinking, wait a second, I was

a DEA agent. I can't be going to
something like this.

I was scared.

I didn't even know what was going to
happen after that.

To be a cop, In a U .S. prison.

It was probably the most dangerous
situation I could be put in.

I'm just praying that nobody recognized
who I was.

I couldn't think like a cop. I had to
start thinking like a con.

They walked me into this large bay.

They shut the door behind me.

I'm not making any eye contact with
anybody. I'm not acknowledging anybody.

I'm thinking, this has got to be a
nightmare. I'm looking for somebody to

me up.

I knew I was going to have to play the
biggest undercover role of my life.

As I lay my head down on the first night
in prison, the anger and the regret was

just incomprehensible.

I hated myself.

My life got pulled out from under me,
and I was shocked that after being a cop

for so long, now I was being looked at
as a criminal.

I just could not see myself living like
that for the next seven years.

But I had to come to terms and realize
that was going to be my new home.

Within the first few weeks in prison, I
saw a lot of things that were sickening.

I saw a lot of guys get beat up.

I knew if the other inmates found out
that I was a cop, it would be a lot

than what these other guys were
suffering.

I knew it was only a matter of time that
somebody was going to find out who I

was.

For the first year, I was just avoiding
everybody I could.

I didn't let anybody get to know me
personally.

But on one Saturday morning, I noticed
they were all looking at me really

It was a different feeling of tension in
the air.

They were kind of talking about me, and
I'm wondering, what is going on? I mean,

I got really nervous.

And I said, oh, man, that's it.

Something happened here.

And sure enough, within minutes, my name
was announced over the public address

system. I was told to go to the
lieutenant's office.

My heart dropped. I said, damn.

So I walk into the lieutenant's office.

Check it out.

He tosses his magazine in front of me.

On the cover of the magazine was busting
a DEA agent.

There's an eight -page story on Sal
Martinez, a DEA agent who got arrested

the FBI.

I see these huge photos of me and my
family and the story behind my arrest.

I said, oh, man, that's it. All these
inmates, they read my story.

My cover's blown.

As I'm flipping through the pages, I'm
thinking to myself, I'm dead.

Realizing that my identity was known to
all the inmates, there was no way for me

to survive this in general population.

So they tell me that we're going to have
to put you in solitary confinement for

your safety.

All it was was a bunk and a sink and a
toilet. That's all I had.

The only human contact I have is a guard
bringing me a tray of food.

And other than that, your mind is just
spinning. There's just no other

stimulation. There's no other human
interaction.

There was no way for me to know how long
this was going to last.

I knew that I was going to be there for
the next several years.

As the days slowly ticked by, all I

did was walk four steps, walk four steps
back.

I felt like a caged animal.

The worst thoughts that any human being
can have is when you're in the hole.

Everything negative that I had done came
back and surfaced at that point.

I had so much regret and sorrow that I
was really thinking about killing

I couldn't go any lower. I mean, that
was the lowest point of my life.

The thought of actually committing
suicide was growing, and I realized that

had to try to find a way out of there,
but there was nobody there to talk to,

there was nobody to listen to me, so I
had to find a higher source.

I realized that it had come to this
point where I was being punished for my

sins.

I prayed to God and I asked Him, please
forgive me for doing this and this and

this.

I had to go on and prove to myself and
to this higher being that I was going to

be the old Sal.

The humble Sal that

was there when I first entered law
enforcement.

After two months of being in solitary
confinement, I met with my wife in

It was a very, very emotional time.

At the same time, it was a day of
reckoning.

And I said, I'm sorry about everything
I've done.

The obsession that I had to go after a
model ruined my life.

And I said, I'm so sorry I put you in
this position.

And I told her I was going to be
straight, no more lies.

I was going to focus on improving
myself.

She really just said, help me support
us.

So after that day, I said, send me
anywhere. I just don't want to be here.

They put me back in general population.

I was not going to run away. I was not
going to go back into the hole.

I came to terms that I had to be the
real Sal, whatever happened.

I had no choice but to get my head down
and serve my sin.

The way I measure time in prison was not
by days or hours.

I used it in seasons.

So it was four blocks each year. That's
the only way I could see an end to this

nightmare.

In 2006, after serving six years, I
finally got out.

That was one of the best days of my
life.

Even through all the stuff that I put my
wife through, she still stuck by me,

and there was very few people that would
be able to have somebody stick by them

the way she stuck by me.

There was an immense sense of relief and
a great sense of hope.

I asked my wife when I came out, what do
you want to do? And she goes, we need

to have a child. We never had the time
to have a baby, so we did that.

When someone has a child, it just seems
like everything else is irrelevant in

life. And I have a miracle child now.
He's 13 years old, and he's my pride and

joy.

One of my biggest regrets was the
obsession that I had to go after this

And Amado, my desire to get him and the
ways I did it landed me in prison.

So after 15 years of putting people in
jail, now I'm getting them out.

So the first thing I tell him is,
listen, anger should not be something

controls your life. And I used anger as
a reason to seek revenge.

I had to let all that subside because I
couldn't let it poison the rest of my

life.