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Cochiloco was one of us.

Deserved better.

We all do.

The time comes,

you open your eyes,

don't recognize home.

You don't recognize this thing 'cause Félix changed it.

I keep telling you, Güero,

the old days are gone.

So how do I explain this?

What do I tell my guys?

The truth.

Félix did it for Benjamín, Tijuana.

If the Federation were to lose them now...

it goes down fast.

Only ourselves to blame. We joined into this shit.

We allowed Félix to rule us.

Yeah, well... didn't have a lot of choices.

Maybe didn't look for a better one.

Right.

So maybe it's time.

Time to find a better option.

Let Félix suck Benjamín's cock.

You and me, we gotta worry about ourselves.

We start to do what Félix isn't.

Protect each other.

Break from the Federation?

Could work.

It would work, man.

No.

Lot of bullshit, starting over.

I'm looking to go the other way.

Still think you're getting out, huh?

You've been saying that shit since I was working for you.

Oh, yeah?

Guess every day brings a new chance to be a little less full of shit.

Yeah.

Look, this new deal with the Colombians,

it's more than Félix can handle.

The man is desperate.

And desperate men...

Not long for this Earth.

You recognize the voice?

Fucking Acosta.

Trust me.

Keep your head down, your footprint light...

And wait for Félix's time to run out.

- Make me a copy of this. - Yes, sir.

Babe, the helicopter is on the roof waiting for me.

Got to go to Mexico City for important business.

Lots of money on the line.

- Sorry. - Come on, you're not even trying.

I told you, this stuff turns me on.

I love what a big deal you are.

Bring that big deal over here.

No, love, I gotta go.

You were supposed to come last night.

I told you, Héctor came home early.

I couldn't get away.

Come on,

at least you had me all morning.

Fucking Palma, who does he think he is?

The big boss?

Félix is the one telling him what to do.

Not everyone can be as tough as you, baby.

So stay.

You have me all day.

No way. Félix finishes breakfast and I'm not there, he'll kill me.

And he tells my husband what to do.

Don't mess with me.

Call you later.

CÁRDENAS POPULARITY DECLINES

The fuck are you doing here?

I thought I made myself clear.

Just having coffee.

Is that so bad?

You think this is a game?

This is my life. I told you to stay away.

Yeah.

From the house, from school.

This is a café.

Not sure it qualifies as "yours."

Seem to remember it was me that first brought you here.

Enjoy your coffee.

- Give my best to your old man. - He's not interested in you either.

He told me about Cochiloco.

What you did.

Didn't remember your father liking gossip so much.

We adapt or everything goes to shit.

He made his choice.

You know, it takes someone special to abandon everyone

and still find a reason to blame them.

You chose the wrong side, Miguel Ángel.

You fucked over anyone who cared about you.

Now bad things are happening to you.

Because you're a bad guy.

A new day is coming.

Some will be punished and some will be rewarded.

What...

you find God or something?

Maybe something better.

Good luck with that.

Making a habit of these visits.

Though, I must say I'm not surprised, given the news.

What happened with the nomination? You were so sure.

Gave my life to this party and they choose that fucking technocrat.

So the big-eared dwarf and his brother didn't want your money?

Look, Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas,

he was a governor in Michoacán.

A member of the PRI. He was your colleague. Don't you know him?

Yeah, and I know his father too.

They're a fucking institution.

Old man would win the presidency again, if he were still around.

And privatization undoes everything he created.

The farmland, the oil, all of it.

Did your homework. Congratulations.

The party plans to destroy his father's legacy.

He needs us.

Make the introduction.

I have to admit the Italian suits start to fool you.

Do you know why Cuauhtémoc left the party?

Because of us.

Says the party is in league with traffickers and corrupt politicians.

He's got to need something.

Cárdenas takes office,

and you're in a jail cell the same day.

You think Cárdenas can actually win?

I don't think.

I know so.

Cárdenas has support in the major cities, educated centers.

The PRI's influence is holding to the more rural, less populated areas,

where ignorance and illiteracy reign supreme.

Yeah, but these are just projections, right?

A preview of what's to come.

Okay, but none of this is exact.

These projections aren't gonna change, because a margin of error is built in.

Which brings us to the real problem.

Mexico City.

Cárdenas is projecting a win at 54 percent.

A coin toss.

No.

A fucking tragedy.

What about the rest of the country? Stop there.

León, Guanajuato... doing well there.

Yes, but it won't matter.

The first precincts to report are all in the city.

They're the only ones the media reports on.

Every six years, on election day at 7:00 p.m.,

they report a landslide PRI victory.

If a PRI candidate doesn't declare victory after the first precincts report,

or worse, they can't...

It's gonna be fucked.

Cárdenas has given people a reason to believe.

They see these numbers on election day? They'll know change is coming.

And nothing will pull his supporters out of the voting line.

The PRI is gonna be crushed.

It's time we meet again.

Can't imagine why. We left very little unsaid.

Drop the act.

It's time for you to open your eyes.

I'm wide awake, my friend.

Quite content with the view.

I don't know what you're seeing.

Cárdenas has your brother beat.

Ah, so you've heard.

An exciting time.

Even the less fortunate deserve a good thrill.

My brother will be their president too.

You don't understand. Or maybe you don't want to.

My family has experience with these things, Félix.

Stories like Cárdenas', they come and go. Fables, for children.

You hear the one about the Pope? When he visited Mexico,

he went boating with Cárdenas.

They say the Pope's hat blew off,

and Cárdenas walked across the water to get it back.

But you and me know the truth, Cárdenas can't swim.

The PRI's gonna hold his head down while he drowns.

Was there anything else?

All right, let's see...

Let's see what you think of this.

Zapopan, Cárdenas is up by 16 percent,

Puebla 12 percent, Zipolite 22 percent, want me to go on?

Ask yourself how I got these numbers. Who else I can give them to?

Mexico's on the eve of change.

How badly does your brother want to stop it?

Hotel Ciudad de Mexico, 4:00.

Good.

See you there.

What the fuck did you just do?

You had no right to tell that criminal.

Tell me something. What the fuck were you planning on doing with this?

Nothing. The party thinks they don't need me?

Then they don't get to see this.

How's Cárdenas' relationship with America?

'Cause the gringos know all about you.

Your dipshit nephew's made sure of it.

If the party loses, you're with me on the next plane to the States.

So get your head out of your ass.

What's Cárdenas know about all this?

I told you, no one knows anything.

He doesn't know?

He doesn't know he's gonna win?

Good. Tell him.

You're joking.

I'm gonna use it as leverage. So tell him.

I hope you know what you're doing.

We seem to have a problem, boss.

Azul is awaiting your call.

Put this on.

The issue with Acosta, it's not good.

I know, damn it! What else?

Aguilar played me the tapes.

How bad is it?

Acosta talks a lot of shit.

Says you're on the way out, going down.

But Félix, Acosta's not the problem.

Héctor Palma made the call, reached out.

Told Acosta they don't need you.

Suggested they join together, Sinaloa and Juárez.

That fucker is nothing without me.

Why is he coming up with this now?

Why doesn't matter.

The idea's out there.

Now would be a bad time to appear weak, sir.

How the fuck did this happen?

What do you want to do, boss?

Kill him.

Palma was gifted Sinaloa and he's been a fucking problem ever since.

What about Acosta?

You just gonna stand there?

Grab that tool box, bring it up here.

Welcome, sir.

Welcome, sir.

What's going on? Where is he?

Not one for pleasantries, I see.

I understand there's something you need to tell me.

You have five minutes, Félix.

Would you like to take a seat?

You drink?

Because the truth matters to me.

All of this data has been confirmed.

On July 6th, you're all going down.

What will that leave you?

Well, I think we can survive this. Together.

These projections, they're interesting...

but guarantee nothing.

How is Andrés, anyway?

Still bitter about the nomination, it seems.

What, you didn't expect me to believe your associates put these together?

No.

It leads me to one conclusion...

only the party knows these exist.

And they have some experience in the suppression of information.

No.

Cárdenas knows too.

I made sure of that.

When these projections get out,

it's going to create a ground swell in this country.

And nothing the party can do will stop it.

I see.

So I take it you have a cure?

For this disease, sure to kill us.

I'm listening.

Tell the people a different story.

Those projections came from a new computer program,

capable of reporting election day returns, in real time.

And the early results will show the whole country Cárdenas is winning.

But there could be another program, one capable of reporting the opposite.

And in time, when an official hand-count is tallied and Cárdenas has won?

What good will your bullshit "program" have done us?

Will he have won?

You tell the masses Cárdenas is losing, they won't leave the fucking house.

You'll have taken their hope away.

People only want to back a winner.

Who's going to vote for a loser?

- Well, sure. - So the party loses Mexico City,

but it makes up the difference everywhere else.

And people have to wait six years before they can get back in line.

Because you'll have won the election legitimately.

Without tampering with a single ballot.

And in return?

I get a direct relationship with the new administration.

My interests are protected.

Always.

I must say, I'm impressed.

I'd heard stories about you, but this...

Quite a rise for a piece of trash like yourself.

You should know something.

These men I speak for, Félix?

They make wonderful friends, but intolerable enemies.

I find out you're lying, what you've told me today isn't true?

The fall is swift.

You don't survive it.

You'll hear from me.

- You hungry? - Yeah!

- Where's your mom? - Don't know.

- You don't know? - No.

Lupita, come on.

Dinner's ready.

Lupita!

Lupita, you up here?

Baby, what's wrong?

What's going on?

I'm so sorry, Héctor.

Tell me.

Palma, you in here?

Félix called.

Needs us at the office.

Guys!

Fuck your mother, you asshole!

Yours too, motherfucker!

Come out, you fuck!

Fucking thing's beautiful.

What's with you?

What's up?

Talked to Aguilar?

No, what happened?

Some shit's going down.

What shit?

- Talk to Aguilar, man. - Fuck that, what happened?

Come on, Moreño, please tell me you have something.

I don't.

Son of a... Do you know what happens if we don't figure this out?

This shit is complicated.

You know how much data I need to manipulate

to make your dummy program look legitimate?

Why did you tell them we have it, if it isn't true?

Because I'm dead if we don't, you moron. Fix it.

Pablo.

The hell have you been?

Belize. Chiapas.

That thing with the planes, remember? I told you.

Shit's pretty cool, man.

In Chiapas.

Some country shit, just how you like it. We should go.

So go, then.

I mean it. Both of us. Let's go.

You think I'm getting on one of your little planes,

you're out of your fucking mind.

Think I don't know why you're here?

Félix tried to kill Palma.

That what has you so spooked? You figure I'm next?

I can fix this shit, Pablo.

I'll talk to Félix.

He needs me right now.

Fuck Félix.

Just listen to me for once in your fucking life.

No.

I already know what I'm gonna do.

Finally got yourself killed. That's what you've always wanted, isn't it?

Go out with your pride, like a real fucking bandit.

But it doesn't have to be that way.

You could keep your pride and your life if you'd just listen to me.

Close the door when you leave. Don't want a draft coming in.

Pablo...

Okay.

Hey, Dopey.

Fake as shit, but...

I've always liked it.

Even tells the date and everything.

At some point...

you're gonna need to stab this motherfucker in the back.

I just hope you'll know when that time has come.

Door!

We have a problem.

One of the agents from Leyenda, he's way out in Ojinaga.

I'll give you one guess as to why.

Stay on it.

And no more mistakes.