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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.

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.

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.