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Six rounds in your partner's vehicle

and y'all don't do shit?

Shit's different down there, man.

It's changing. Fast.

So change with it.

And I don't have a partner, all right?

Well, I guess you got one less hand

to help you with all that paperwork.

Did you serve?

- I did not.
- Oh.

Did you?

Lance Corporal. Three years.

Figures. Marines, huh?

I like that.

Well, lookie here, right on schedule.

Looks like we're on, boys.
Everyone in position.

We've landed. Copy? Over and out.

Do you copy? Over.

Freeze, motherfuckers!

Don't be a dumbass.

Your sister likes when I
move my hips, asshole.

- Fuck off. Get down here and help.
- Here I come.

- How about that landing?
- Awesome, man.

Hey!

Damn it!

- DEA! Hold it!
- Don't move.

Hands up!

Drop your guns! On your knees now!

Hands up!

Cuff him! Make it hurt!

Stop resisting!

- God damn it, stop resisting.
- Hey!

The pilot's making a run for it!

- Jesus.
- Shit! God damn it!

Kiki, come on!

Come on, come on.

I don't think so, ese.

Hold on, Kiki!

Whoo! My kind of Tuesday night!

Hands up!

So what do you figure?

I think six million.

Can't find no files, though.

Yeah, you know what?

This is going to work just fine.

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Welcome, sir.

Someone new.

Your drink, sir.

Your member number?

I don't have one.

I'm a guest.

Here.

Here.

I wouldn't call it my
cup of tea, either.

I'm looking for a Mr. Zuno Arce.

There's lots of stories about Sinaloa.

They say they're finally
gonna pave the streets.

I was born here in Mexico City.

It was a different time,
though. Less complicated.

But what can we do?

Reminisce about the past?

I'd rather play tennis, even
though I'm fat and have bad knees.

Or we could discuss the future.

In my line of work, certain
opportunities are opening up.

And that's why I'm here. I wanted
to talk about a proposition...

- You know, I was in Sinaloa once.
- I'm sorry?

I went to a really
good restaurant there.

The heads on these shrimp were like...

The woman I was with, I
wasn't married at the time,

I think she enjoyed it less than me.

I can't remember the name...
of the restaurant.

- My love...
- The woman I do remember.

Well, then. It was a pleasure, Félix.

Wait...

Ruben!

Don't putt without me.

How'd it go?

Let's see.

I pay you a million dollars
for an introduction,

not for you to be out
here fucking around.

What the fuck was that?

Your introduction.

My uncle, he does things a
certain way, all right?

He didn't listen.

He didn't hear my proposal.

Don't worry. I told him.

You told him.

Then why the fuck am I here?
What did you tell him?

The basics, anyway.

Look, I have shipments arranged.

Planes coming here. I can't
wait. There's no time.

I can't wait for your uncle's ways.
I need an answer today!

It doesn't work that way.

- This kind of deal takes time.
- How long? How long?

Let me understand.

You thought you could partner with
them off a pitch? No, no, no.

These people are going to look
into everything you've ever done.

And then they're gonna decide

whether your organization
can protect them.

Whether this partnership
can stay discreet...

How long?

How long?!

It's the fucking government. Who knows?

If you're so worried about time,

why don't you talk with
your Colombian friends?

Push the deal.

You're going to tell me
how to run my business?

Think about it. I would have
done it already if I could.

Then don't.

Don't do it.

But please, whatever you
do, keep the noise down.

People like my uncle, they
don't like headlines.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

This shot's for par.

Ready.

Silver Cartier Panthère.

It's beautiful.

The shape of the diamond,
the silver along the band,

perfect against your skin tone.

Is Cartier not perfect
on some? May I try it?

Of course.

I'm sorry, it seems as though
you already have this item.

I don't have this beauty.

Seems your husband ordered
it for you last month.

An easy mistake, with your collection.
I suggest the Ballon Bleu.

My husband purchased it?

When?

There. It's a mistake, ma'am.
A mistake on our end.

The purchase history for this customer

begins here, ends here. You see?

She's still learning.

May I wrap that for you?

Thank you, ma'am. Excuse me.

You don't expect me to
believe that story, do you?

You aren't new.

I've seen you here before.

Please, ma'am, I don't want any trouble.

Do you think I would
forget an $8,000 watch?

No.

My husband ordered it. And
I'd like to know for who.

Please, I need this job.

Then I'll give you an
opportunity to keep it.

I want a list of addresses to
anywhere my husband's made orders.

You know I can't give you that.

Oh, I know you can.

You go sightseeing?

Been anywhere nice?

The situation in Tijuana get resolved?

Let's see.

Falcón takes a load of our
weed... and you shrug?

- I pay you for protection.
- Who could have predicted?

That faggot Cuban suddenly
interested in your little weeds...

Yeah.

Sorry, partner. Wish I could help,

but my men are occupied with some

leftists stirring shit up in Xalapa.

- I can't pull them...
- Then I'll handle it.

All right, man.

That Sinaloan dirtbag thinks
he can cut a deal for coke

and not discuss our terms first?

Fuck him.

- He's been in Mexico City, boss.
- Yeah, I know, I know.

Let's see how all this plays out.

Renegotiate when it's settled.

Put my money on the winner.

Let's go.

Hey, Ramon. Did your
sister lend you that shirt?

- Or they paying you to wear that shit?
- Asshole.

Well, I like it.

What's not to like? This
shit's expensive, bro.

Won't catch me in it.

Company would have to pay
me to wear that gay shit.

Who the fuck's gonna pay your
short ass to wear anything?

Excuse me.

Wouldn't mind getting paid to carry
one of these bad boys around.

Yes?

How'd the meeting go?

I didn't get an answer.

We got shipments being
coordinated, Miguel.

You think I don't know that?

What can I do? They want
to vet the organization,

make sure their participation
can be protected.

How long do they need?

Didn't say.

Well, I spoke to the brothers.

Benjamín's got a soft
spot for the Cuban,

but I reminded him of where he's from,

what we've done for him.

And?

They don't want to be involved,

but they're on our side. Fucking brats.

We have a problem with the DFS.

I noticed.

Nava's withholding his men.

He knows about Colombia.

Can you handle this without them?

It's Tijuana.

I could get a guy to kill Rafa
and Chapo for under 200 bucks.

No, wait, Don Neto.

Wait, man.

At least till I'm there. I
don't want to miss that.

Worry about your government
friends. I'll handle this.

We have Tijuana under control.

Just keep it quiet, Neto.

What are you talking about, man?

I'm quiet by nature.

This dude.

Gonna need your help.
Get us out of this jam.

Yes, sir.

Chapo says the Cuban has an army.
We need more men.

- More men?
- We gotta buy local.

Sounds good.

Don't forget, you're dropping

Scarlett off at school today.

I have my Jazzercise class at 11:00.

I already told her she gets to
ride with Daddy this morning.

You know how much shit
Daddy has to do today?

Well, if he wants to fuck
Mommy at all this week,

he's going to drop her off at school.

Okay?

No, baby. We're taking Magnum today.

Good morning.

Hey. What, no kiss?

What do we always say?

- Hook 'em horns.
- Hook 'em horns.

Go get 'em.

Thomas.

Still waiting on that phone call.

Oh.

You're not under arrest.

Then what the fuck is this?

It's just an opportunity
to help each other out.

Look, I'm not saying a fucking
word until my lawyer's here, pal.

You're wasting your own damn
time not giving me that phone.

Man. For moving all that money,
you sure ain't that smart.

My boy just told you
you're not under arrest.

Then I'm asking to leave.

Okay. I mean, I thought
you'd be safer here.

I mean, after Félix hears
how you did him...

Uh-huh.

And, uh, how would that be?

You heard about the
plane that went down,

outside of Sunland Park this morning?

They seized, um...

... $6 million.

Financial documents.

- I mean, that paper trail is long.
- Yeah. Unlikely.

So you haven't heard about it.

Uh...

Did we file that report
with the El Paso PD?

- I didn't file shit.
- Oh, you didn't?

- No.
- Fuck.

You know what? Come to
think of it, neither did I.

I guess that isn't
public information yet.

But when I do file that report,

I'm going to put down how I
got the jump on that plane.

You see, I got this CI.

He's like some, you know,
asshole banker type.

He just turned snitch
about eight months ago.

Check it out. You know what I call him?

Longhorn Thomas.

Now, I like that.

Kind of sounds like this
asshole right here.

Yeah, it does sound like you,
because you went to UT, right?

And your name is Thomas.

Ooh.

That is a bad coincidence.

I will sue you for
defamation if you try.

Take your badge, your government salary,

anything else in your shitty
little life I feel like.

Yeah. See, the problem is,
the guys that you work for,

they're not really courtroom types.

How long do you think this guy will
last when the cartel finds out

that he's been feeding intel to the DEA?

Well, after I leak his address,

drop his name in a few
of my reports, not long.

- Yeah, not long.
- Yep.

What do you want?

I want Félix to pay you a visit. Today.

- In El Paso?
- Yes.

Oh, come on. No fucking way.

This guy covers every angle,
dots every fucking "i."

You think he's going to risk his
freedom over some bullshit doc

I desperately need him to sign?

When Félix hears that a pilot
error is going to lead the DEA

into seizing $47 million in
his American bank account,

yeah, I think he might.

Thomas...

Let your money work for you.

Isn't that what you tell your clients?

What do you do when your drug protection

decides to sit on the sidelines?

Easy.

- You buy more.
- STATE POLICE HEADQUARTERS

And everyone knows the
best deals in Mexico...

are in Tijuana.

Call it Costco for corruption,
where you buy in bulk.

Why buy a few local cops when you
can have the whole goddamn force?

Quickly! Hurry!

On the floor. Quickly.

On the floor!

Where's my fucking weed?

Hands behind you!

Cochiloco. Look there.

Nothing.

Let's take a look.

What the fuck? I told you
to try not to kill anyone.

I was doing him a favor.

- You see the kind of pain he was in?
- Shit.

It's here. He didn't touch any of it.

And now it's yours again.

All in a day's work.

But my plants have been
through a lot. A lot!

So let's get 'em home!

It was here. Let's go.

We're just gonna leave 'em?

Come on, Neto...

let me handle it.

You want to send Falcón a message?

Send him one.

Make sure he's gonna see it.

I'm sorry, sir.

Mr. Zuno's unavailable at the moment.

May I take your message?

This is Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo.

It's urgent that Mr.
Zuno return my call.

I'll certainly pass the
message along, sir.

Thank you.

They burned everything,
sir. The art, the trucks.

There's nothing left.

It's time to put those monkeys
in their place. Make the call.

Yes, sir.

I hate to say it, but I
kept telling you, Jaime.

Your team was reaching,
making a lot of noise.

And just like that, we're down a man.

Well, luckily, no one got hurt.

Go ahead. File this one.

Intel seems light this week, Jaime.

The noise outside of Knapp's did more

than just rattle the folks back in DC.

I mean, we can't seem to pay
the people down here enough

to even be interested in talking to us.

And what's this?

Fingerprints.

Lifted from a crime scene in El Paso.

We didn't get a hit on our database,

so I thought maybe you could
run it through yours.

It's a long story, really.

I mean, I just... I'd appreciate
the favor on this one.

I love long stories. So, go ahead.

A plane that might be associated
with traffickers missed the runway

outside El Paso last night.

Fucking idiot landed in a
state-sponsored agricultural field.

Real amateur. Now we got a

couple of Mexican nationals in custody.

Pretty sure they're
giving us fake names.

Jose Cuervo and Fernando Valenzuela,
so yeah, I'm pretty sure too.

Gentlemen, what was on the plane?

About $6 million and a few
documents. Financials mostly.

It's early to just say
how relevant they are.

Look, the El Paso office is
sending the files down now.

If you want, I can get copies
to you tomorrow afternoon.

Great.

How long before you think they
realize those are my fingerprints?

Assuming they don't
wind up in the trash,

I'd say right about the
time Félix Gallardo

winds up in American custody.

What happened?

We got a problem, brother.
A big fucking problem.

I'm a little busy. What's up?

One of your pilots, Raul...

Raul Espinosa.

Familiar with this asshole?

I don't know. I have a lot of
pilots. What's the problem?

He's in American custody.

Brings down $6 million into a
fucking grain field last night.

You want to make this
any easier on them?

The police took the money?

Fuck the money.

Your accounts, Félix,
they're vulnerable.

All of them.

Vulnerable how?

What does this plane have to
do with my fucking accounts?

The documents on board.

Account numbers, deposit
history, fucking bank addresses.

The kind of shit these
DEA assholes look into.

Miguel...

these documents tie together,

the DEA gets a warrant into one...

Then move it! All of it,
you have my authorization.

I can't.

I need your signature.

I need you to come up here. Today.

No. It's not possible.

If you don't get your ass
on a plane this afternoon,

the Feds will be the ones
knocking on my door next.

And every law enforcement agent in
the US is gonna know your name.

You think he went for it?

What have you heard about one

of my planes being taken down in Texas?

Well... yes, sir.

I spoke to the agents
here in Guadalajara.

Is it true?

What happened?

I believe several million dollars
were taken. And your men.

What else?

Excuse me?

What else was on that plane?
What does the DEA have?

I've been told there were some kind of

financial documents on board, sir.

I would like to ask you,

what would you like us to do...

Hello. Sir?

Motherfucker.

Beautiful painting.

A 19th century piece
by Saturnino Herrán.

One of the two by the artist
during his Expressionist period.

May I see the other?

Already sold.

Someone with a good eye.

It's a gift for my husband.

He has better taste for
this sort of thing.

Art is about emotion.

What your intuition dictates.

After all, you'll be
the one looking at it.

How far along are you?

Six months.

I'll take it.

I'll get it ready.

Look, miss, I just need to know

if Mr. Zuno received my messages.

That's all.

I'm sorry, sir. Like I told you...

Please tell him it's urgent.

Yes, sir. I will tell him.

Turn it up, brother.

Fuck with my weed...

fuck with me...

I kill you.

We came, we saw, we
burned that shit down!

So what's the deal? Let's
get after it tonight.

TJ's got some cool shit.

Check it out. The brothers
are back on the team.

Been here the whole time, baby.

Wouldn't mind seeing some girls.

- Yes, girls.
- Fuck, yes.

We got girls. Light skin,
beautiful. Like you.

Just as long as the little guy
can get it up, though, right?

Hey, hey, hey.

- Okay. Take it easy.
- Calm down.

Not here.

- Come on, kid.
- Another day.

♪ Spread the weed one day ♪
♪ All over his empire ♪

♪ Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya ♪
♪ Ya, ya, ya-ya ♪

Good news here, brother.

Got our bud back,
easier than we thought.

Any noise?

Small industrial fire,
nothing to do with us.

Gonna take the boys out to
celebrate, be back in the morning.

You hear from our friends?

Nothing.

Maybe it's not your day, Miguel.

You built something beautiful.
Don't put it all on one wager.

I call the Colombians, that
goes away, Neto, forever.

But Escobar's shipment lands without
the government's support...

No, Miguel. They'll come for your head.

How's Rafa?

He's happy.

And the brothers?

Neto?

Neto, what is that?

- What the fuck?
- Might have a little situation here,

gonna have to call you back.

Wait, Neto. What kind of problem?

A big one.

Neto, the fuck is that?

Told you Falcón was
rolling with the army.

- You said "an" army.
- No! "The" army.

Take out your guns, motherfuckers!

Motherfucker.

Don Neto! To the truck!

Move it!

Rafa!

The truck! Get to the truck!

- My weed!
- Let's go!

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm coming in. Stay open tonight.

Bye.

Game on.

Got it.

Félix took the bait.

Holy shit.

You needed to speak to me?

- What are you doing?
- I'm at home.

In Tijuana?

What's on your mind, Félix?

Falcón's become an issue. I
need to put a stop to it.

Well, what did you think?
You broke your word to him.

I didn't call for a lecture.

Falcón can be managed. I can handle him.

It's important this problem
with him goes away tonight.

I've been thinking about what
you asked me in Colombia.

What I wanted out of all of this.

I want part of the plaza.

I want 20 percent of Tijuana.

Then earn it, sweetheart.

Fix this, it's yours.

Consider it done.

All right, then.

So Félix is going to approach
the boarder by vehicle.

When he gets to this point right here,

Mexican customs is going to
ask him for identification.

Guys who have stopped no one in

the history of the fucking border.

As soon as he crosses this point here,

he's going to be on American soil.

Once he actually comes through customs,

I want you to keep your eyes on
him until he gets right here.

At which point, the
marshals take jurisdiction.

So you guys, along with the
assistance of the El Paso PD,

track him from the border to the bank.

As soon as he goes inside,
along with those documents,

Jim and I will make the arrest.

Which means, first round's on the DEA

after we bag this son of a bitch.

Now, at any point,

if Félix rattles and tries to make
a run back to this here border,

Marshals, you intercept.

You make this fucking arrest.

Look, we want him on bank fraud.

But traveling on a fake passport?

That'll do the trick just fine.

Decide to put a bullet
in this asshole's head?

Well, that'll work too.

Félix Gallardo crosses the border for

the last time tonight. Understood?

- Yes, sir.
- Let's do it.

Marshalls are in position,
standing by. Over.

Let her pass.

Okay. Go ahead.

We've got a possible target in sight.

Third car back.

Affirmative. Brown
Volkswagen, single driver.

Hoo-dee-hoo.

Stop there!

Identification, please.

Huh?

Your passport.

This is it.

Come to Papa.

Okay, lower your arms.

She's clean.

Come on.

Wow.

Give me one second.

What the fuck is taking
this asshole so long?

Yeah, what the fuck?

I'm not liking this.

Hey, kid, what's going
on with my passport?

Done?

A call for you.

The fuck are they doing?

It was called La Maroma.

That restaurant in Sinaloa,
with the shrimp, you know it?

Yes.

Yes, La Maroma. I do.

I apologize for the delay, Miguel.

As you know, things here tend
to work at their own speed.

You have a deal.

Good. That's good.

And Félix?

Don't cross the border.
The gringos are waiting.

Thank you.

One more thing...

What the fuck is going on?

Looks like they ain't
letting him through.

You guys fucking seeing this?

Yeah, we're fucking seeing this.

I've got a clean shot. Should I take it?

Negative. He's gotta
be on American soil.

Guys?

Hasta luego.

So you're finally on your knees for him.

Expected more from you, Isabella.

My mistake, not yours.

I'm here to make a deal with you.

What makes you so sure I'm interested?

Because you're smart. And
you know you'll lose.

Will I?

Alberto...

I've never met anyone like him.

He's only just beginning.

- He's brainwashed you.
- He hasn't.

He's convinced me.

Félix controls every plaza. In
time, he will bleed you dry.

He seems to want to make a deal,
so today you have leverage.

What's his offer?

Ten million now. Two
percent of everything

that moves through Tijuana after.

And if I say no?

You won't.

I hope you know the man
you're dealing with.

He'll lie.

He'll lie to you, Isabella,
like he did to me.

Your answer, Alberto.

- Fifteen million.
- It's ten.

And I need an answer.

You're a cunt, Isabella.

Such a cunt.

Tell Félix...

he has a deal.

It's settled.

Tony, come with me.

Stop there.

She's clear. Let her pass.

Understood.

Hey, what's this?

What's this bullshit?

Tony.

Shit, Tony. You listening
to me? I'm talking to you.

Relax. All good.

Be careful, boys, all good.

I guess Félix made a better deal.

You all right, kid?

Yeah.

You okay?

Let's go home.

- Those leather?
- Yeah. Italian.

God damn.

- Those are slick.
- Right?

Maybe I'll get a pair.

A Grand Caravan 208.

How much can it hold?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

Pablo says hi.

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