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Fine.

Fuck!

Drink.

I got my book club tomorrow.

I'm only halfway through
the new Anne Tyler, so...

Fuck you! Fuck!

You motherfucker!

-Fuck!
-Drink.

Yeah, I'll...

You remember the first time we got drunk?

I wanted to take you
to get the group tattoo.

The skull.

But you were hammered,
and you didn't want to.

But later, when things got tough,

you went by yourself and got it.

Just to remind me...

to come back here and kill you.

But you are not gonna kill me.

-There's plenty of time.
-No.

We grab you, we take you to the airport,
you get the first fucking flight,

or you become one of those stars
the CIA uses

to commemorate their dead.

You're not gonna do that, Rafa.

Because you know the rules.

The Agency will come down here

and they will fucking annihilate you.

That is something
I am more than happy to die for.

Put your head on the table.

Fuck you!

Fuck!

Close your eyes.

Close your fucking eyes!

Goodbye, asshole.

THE CANDIDATE

MEXICO CITY
2009

You're not gonna like this,
but I won't be on the ballot.

The party prefers Salgado.

-Right.
-Sorry.

I already know, don't worry.

By the way, Salgado was attacked.
Poor guy.

No.

It was your fault, man,
for not getting a move on.

You fucking son of a bitch!

Please, when is this gonna end?

Son, this is never gonna end.

Why me?

Why won't you leave me alone?

MEXICO CITY
2019

Hey!

Hello, Lalo.

It's about time, man.

Man, this is madness. I can't do it.
They're going to catch me.

Who's going to catch you?
Nobody is going to catch you.

Just focus on Trueba.

Make sure he takes this.

Look.

Just buy him a bottle of wine

and put a drop in his glass.

One drop is enough.

In a day or two...

The asshole has a heart attack.

Don't worry. With the way that guy drinks,

nobody will suspect a thing.

I can't kill anybody.

I know, son. I know.

That's why no one asked you
if you wanted to do it, man.

And, look, when you finish,
draw a mark here with this

so we know you've done it.

If you don't do it,
we'll have to shoot him

or put a bomb in his car.

That would mean collateral damage,
a lot of dead people.

-I want to talk to Bautista.
-What for?

He won't change his mind.

You know perfectly well why.

Hey.

Rafael Bautista put a gun
to my head last night.

Told me to get out of town
or he'd kill me.

When I finally opened my eyes,

he'd gone.

That doesn't make any sense.

What? You don't believe me?

Right now,

I'm not disposed to believe
one fucking thing you say, Wayne.

Yes, sir?

Can you send Pineda in, please?

Of course, sir.

Thank you.

Boss, it's been a while.

I need to ask you a favor.

I need you to tell Mancilla

the city won't pay
for the renewable energy program.

You're kidding. This is a joke, right?

No.

But the budget was approved a while back.

I know.

Please, tell him no, okay?

I'll owe you one.

This is very odd.
I don't understand, but...

Thanks, Genaro. I won't forget this.

What happened?

I need to see Trueba this evening.

Tell him it's about
the renewable energy program.

They'll never give me
an appointment for today.

They will.

And get me a good bottle of wine.

Let's start with your travel cable
from yesterday.

You flew to Guatemala
for an emergency meeting with Penumbra.

I went to the airport and you weren't
on the flight in your travel cable.

In fact, you weren't on

any of the scheduled flights
to Guatemala or back.

Where'd you go?

Are you for real with this?

You told me to my face
you were going there,

so answer the goddamn question.

Penumbra changed the location
of the meet at the last second

from Guatemala to Costa Rica.

I think it's time to call in Penumbra.

We'll have a fireside chat.

You know how hard it is
to recruit a Cuban.

If I can't trust the source,

the intelligence is shit anyway.

All right.

I'll get the ball rolling.

CULIACÁN,
SINALOA

Come on, Ángel, hurry up, son.

Finish your breakfast.

Okay, mom.

Now you're gonna fucking get it!

Don't even think about it, woman,
or I'll shoot.

-Move it.
-Let my son go.

-Let my son go!
-Let's go, bastard.

Come on!

We have them

That's great

What the fuck, Wayne?

Wayne, what the fuck?

Listen closely
because we do not have much time.

At 3:00 today,

Carla wants to bring Penumbra in
for a fireside chat.

But Penumbra doesn't exist.

Yeah. Thank you for clearing that up,

so I am gonna have to bring someone in
to pretend to be Penumbra.

I know this Cuban expat.
His name is Néstor.

He's a counter narcotics asset.

Now, if I can get him to Carla in time,

I think he may just be able
to pull this off.

But I'm a little tied up
with your fucking fiancé, so...

You are gonna bring in Néstor.

-No! No. Fuck, no! No!
-It'll be easy.

I'm not gonna help you carry out
your paranoid revenge fantasies anymore.

I told you, I'm out.

If you don't help me,
then Carla is gonna call CI,

and they are gonna figure out
what I've been doing with Lalo,

so, do you really think
they're not gonna be

just the slightest bit curious about you?

-Are you fucking blackmailing me?
-It's just the facts.

In this case, basically
amounts to blackmail, yes.

Fucking bastard. You...

Come on, Isa.

Come on. Isa.

What do you need me to do?

Okay.

So, this is Néstor's info

and a little script
for what he should say.

If he gives you a hard time
for any reason at all,

Just mention the cabana at Rosarito Beach.

That will get his fucking ass in gear.

And...

thank you.

Hey, I gotta make this quick.

I asked you not to pursue this.

You have your job, and I have mine.

I know.

But I asked you. Me.

This isn't about us, Isa.

Okay? It's about right and wrong.

How the fuck do you work in the CIA?

Excuse me?

What we do isn't about right and wrong,

it's about the shit in between.

I don't believe that.

And I don't believe you do either.

And I don't appreciate you pressuring me.

This is outrageous.
The woman is taking forever.

Her name is Ofe, Mom.

And she wouldn't be taking so long
if you hadn't sent your food back twice.

Well, anyway,

how is Lalo?

I'm really worried about him.

With that scene he made on Sunday...

Well, he's still feeling awful.

He has so much work to do.
He's under a lot of pressure.

Is that what he tells you?

Yes.

And you believe him?

What are you trying to say, Mom?

It's not my place to say.

Just say it.

Don't you think he could be
having an affair?

Mom!

How can you think that?

You told me yourself

that he was putting together
an art exhibit or something

with some ex-girlfriend.

Just because Dad cheated on you
like 10,000 times

doesn't mean Eduardo will do
the same to me, okay?

This isn't the '70s.

Sweetheart, men don't change,

no matter the decade.

Three months ago,
there was $60,000 in the trust account,

and now there's nothing.

Can you tell me why Penumbra needed
to withdraw such a large amount of money

in such a short period of time?

He wanted to buy a boat.

What kind of boat?

The Good Ship fucking Lollipop.
I don't know.

What is it you want me to say here, Boyd?

That Penumbra doesn't exist?

That I got an offshore account

in the Caymans
with 60 grand in it, or what?

Do you?

Fuck you, you fucking lightweight.

-Really, Wayne? Really?
-Right, yeah.

I'm sorry. You're a Mormon.

Does my salty language bother you?

Listen, if you wanna try
to get under my skin, go for it.

You've been down here for what?
Five fucking minutes?

And you think you understand

how to do my job?

To do what I do, Boyd,

I have to be creative.

Might that involve inventing
a fake asset in cable traffic?

You know what this is really about,
don't you?

Frankly, you don't like me.

I'm working with his fiancée,

and he wants to try and get rid of me.

-Come on!
-Come on?

Three months ago,

you and Isa were just analysts in D.C.

You know, living together,
carpooling to work,

rollerblading at the weekends.

It was all just fucking perfect.

And then she had the audacity

to want something more
out of her fucking life.

So she took a job.

Not just in the field,

but in the field
in Mexico fucking City, right?

-That's enough Wayne.
-Bear with me.

She was fucking good at it too.

She put the hours in,
disappeared into her work,

and then she got a little wishy-washy

with setting the date for the wedding.

I'm sorry about this, Boyd,

but you cannot blame me

because you are frightened
that you are losing her.

Stay the fuck out of my personal life.

A dollar for the swear jar.

We done here?

Not at all.

Continue, Boyd.

Who are you?

I'm Laura.

Wayne Addison's friend.

Tell Wayne I'll happily talk to him

when he gives me back the nipple
the Turk cut off because of him.

If you want,
you can put things right with him

in the cabana at Rosarito Beach.

Come in.

What does he want?

Get dressed and I'll tell you in the taxi.

I know it's not my problem, but...

when was the last time you took something?

Come on, girl.

I just need my coffee, that's all.

Three days.

I've tried to quit, but...

Now that I think about it,

I don't know if I'll be able to do
what you want without a little help.

Look, you can get a liter of bleach
if you want, okay?

I just need you to be ready.

I'm almost out.

I'm going to call a friend
to bring me some more.

I wanna move on to cable Mexico 38724.

Yeah, okay, I am sorry to interrupt,
but I guess

Mexico 38-whatever is absolutely my...

fucking favorite cable.

I cannot wait to dig in,

but it's 1:30, right?

And we got an SDR to run,

before we go to Penumbra, so...

He's right. Let's go.

Are you fucking kidding me,
Captain Abstinence is coming?

You got a problem with that?

No. Not at all.

Let's get this rocking party
on the fucking road.

Does he always take this long?

Listen, girl, he's a Mexican dealer,
not a Swiss watch.

Call him again.

Where does he live?

What are you talking about?
You can't do that.

Why not?

He won't like it
if some chick he doesn't know

just shows up at his place like that.

Doesn't matter. Time's up.

Hey, girl, you don't understand.
This guy is nuts!

Give me the address.

Wait, give me a taste.

Give me the address
or I'll throw it out the window.

Maybe that way I'll get an idea.

-That doesn't sound like an address.
-Give me that.

-The address.
-Please, give it to me!

Now!

Good news.
Trueba will see you at 5:00 at Los Pinos.

Hi, Vero, how are you?

-Hello.
-Hello.

I...

I'm really sorry to tell you this, but...

I don't know if it's the pressure
or what, but I don't really feel like...

You feel like fucking.

-No, my doctor said...
-I'll tell you what my doctor told me.

Testosterone reduces
your sperm count to zero.

Accept it.

You don't want children.

All this time I thought
there was something wrong with me.

I won't bring a child into this world.

Why did you never say anything?

It was easier to lie to you.

Who is it?

I'm Laura. I'm looking for El Púas.

What the fuck do you want?

I'm Néstor's friend.

Come in.

Sorry for barging in like this.

Néstor has a terrible hangover
and you weren't answering his calls.

Your bag.

Spread your legs.

If you give me what I've come for,

I'll go and that's it.

If you want me to sell to you,
you have to do as I say.

Is that a baby?

No, it's a cat.

And how do you know Néstor?

He's a friend of a friend.

Oh, really?

I know some of his friends.

Who is it?

Charly Rojas.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Look.

Two thousand pesos.

I'm giving you a deal
because you let me touch you.

-Bitch.
-Hey!

Don't move!

Gun on the floor!

-Relax, bitch.
-On the floor!

Go ahead.

You're a bitch!

What's wrong, bitch?

You are gonna pay for this.

-You're gonna regret this.
-You too.

Where are you going, bitch?

Don't fucking touch me, asshole!

Aside from having one of the best views

in the whole city,
this is also the very room

where Penumbra and I first made love.

That is, of course,
before we embarked on our life of crime.

When is he gonna be here?

The five-minute window starts
in 29 minutes.

You done?

I feel like a dragon fucked me in the ass.

Get dressed. We're leaving in two minutes.

Here.

-Keep the change.
-Thank you.

Néstor? Néstor.

I don't feel very good.

-Where are you going?
-Bathroom.

I just wanna wash my ass
before my lover gets here.

Yeah, well, hurry back,
we're on in five minutes.

Carla, how dirty do you think my ass is?

He's ODing.

What?

Yeah, I'm calling him an ambulance
and I'm getting the fuck out of here.

Fuck!

Fuck! Just bring him up.

-I'll make it work.
-Do you think I'm enjoying this?

I am fucking ordering you!

Yeah, and I don't give a shit. Look,

you caused this, you figure it out.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck, yeah. Fuck.

Five-minute window's open.

Can I talk to you?

Alone.

Aren't you gonna open it?

Wayne, sorry I'm late,
but the traffic was impossible.

Who are these people, Wayne?

Hello. We're Wayne's colleagues.

We're really grateful for your help.

We just need to ask you a few questions.

What's your name?

Why do I have to tell you my name?

What is this, Wayne?

It's just the trust...

The trust?

You're not going to take the boat.

That's not what we talked about.

-Okay? So sort it out.
-Yes.

You fucked me over.

Why don't you head back to station?

I want your report on my desk
by tomorrow morning.

Of course.

Wayne...

I'm very sorry.

That was your guy.

Tell me what shit you've been pulling,

every last fucking detail,

or I'm going to destroy you.

I didn't have anything...

-Give me a sec?
-Sure.

Hello?

Jimena, it's Eduardo Yzaguirre.

Hi, what do you need?

I just want you to promise me
that, whatever happens,

you'll keep going, okay?

Why? Is everything okay with my report?

Yes.

Yes, but if something happens to me.

Why? What's going to happen to you?

Maybe nothing,

but I want you to know
you won't be alone in this.

I'm going to talk to Saldaña.

He'll take care of everything, okay?

I don't understand.
Why are you telling me this?

It's...

I wish I were as brave as you.

Goodbye, Jimena.

Come on in.

The President is waiting for you.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure to see you, Mr. President.

Lalo, what a surprise.

Did you lose something?

I mean, apart from the funds
for your program.

No. Things aren't as serious
as I'm sure you've been told, but...

I'm here to make peace.

It'll cost you a bit more
than a bottle of wine.

Even more if you're here to beg
for federal funding.

Look,

your government covers 50% of the program,

I cover the rest, everybody wins.

I have a better idea.

I'll provide the cash.

All the cash.

Because we're going to make it
a federal law.

No, I didn't come to ask for that.

I don't give a damn.

If the program means so much to you,
give it to me!

No, it's not going to work like that.

Well, you know what's
going to work, Lalo Yzaguirre?

Mexivisión airing a special
at 9:00 in the evening

about how the Mayor rejected

the President of the Republic's
generous offer.

Or are you one of those politicians
who, as you once said yourself,

puts party before country?

Please.

Okay.

It's a pleasure doing business with you,

Mr. Mayor.

Now you can uncork the wine.

Wow, that was easier than I thought.

You know what?

Deep down, I always knew you'd come back.

That little show you created
with the roadblocks,

it was a total circus.

And what for? A few points in the polls?

No, Lalo.

This a marathon.

And the one with the most experience wins.

Oh, man, this is good stuff.

-How much? Five, six?
-It's one of the best around.

Maroon red.

Cheers.

To Lalo Yzaguirre,

who finally learned his place.

-What the hell are you doing?
-You don't deserve the best wine.

I've had enough...

of knowing my place.

SAFE HOUSE,
NORTHERN FEDERATION

What's up, guys?

Pass it, asshole. I'm open.

Fucking pass it.

If you want your family back,
call us when you're alone.

Everything okay?

Yeah, all good, man.

So that's why Faustino's
been protecting you.

Yeah.

Everyone just wanted
the whole Buenos Aires thing

to go away.

I just...

I want to reiterate that

Isa had nothing to do whatsoever
with any of the illegality.

Submit your resignation.

And, unless you wanna go to jail,

you better be out of Mexico
by the end of the month.

FUCK YOUR MOTHER, RAFAEL

Son of a bitch.

Hello, Lalo.

Leave now.

Leave like you're going out on an errand
and take a taxi directly to the terminal.

Buy the first ticket you find
and don't tell me where you're going.

Pay for everything in cash.

You'll know when to come back,
but don't look for me.

Don't look for me, okay?

And stop using your phone.

Ofe, could you make some tea, please?

We've run out of tea, sir.

I'll just go...

pick up a few things we need.

Do you need anything?

Yes, avocado, and tea, obviously.

Black tea.

Did you hear?

Wayne told me.

Why didn't you trust me?

I wasn't just

sure that Wayne was guilty,
I thought you were too,

and I pursued it anyway.

I can live with being wrong
about Wayne, but...

What if you weren't wrong about me?

What if after I came down here, I...

I did some things,

some bad things.

How bad?

Bad.

If you're talking about
breaking the law, about

doing stuff that

got people hurt,

then I'm sorry, but...

I don't want to know.

If you need me to be someone else,

I can't.

I think I need some space.

Maybe I came down here too early.

I can transfer back to D.C.

-I can leave tomorrow.
-Yeah.

Yeah, I think that...

That'll be good for us.

I think you're right.

I'm going to a hotel.

I only came to pick up my things.

Vero, please.

I don't give a damn
that you don't want a child.

What I can't believe is
how big a fucking liar you are!

What else isn't true, huh?

What else is a lie?

Do you love me?

Did you ever love me?

No, please.

Why did you marry me?
Because it suited you?

Say something, goddamn it!
Is this a fucking joke?

I'm talking to you!

Tell me!

Rafael Bautista has
the whole apartment bugged.

I've been working for him for 10 years.

That's why I married you.

That's why I have this job.

That's why all of this is a fucking lie.

If they think you know something,
whatever it might be,

they'll kill you.

You and your family.

So when I turn off the water,

you're going to leave
and you're not going to come back.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Come on, don't be mad.

I knew you'd be mad,
that's why I didn't told you.

You want kids, I don't.

But we're a couple,
we can fix this, right?

I know this is hard,
but say something, Vero.

I can't be with you right now.

How's it going?

You have to see this, man.

This contact I have in Zona Rosa

told me that yesterday,

Bautista and one of his men met in a bar.

Luckily the bar has security cameras.

Fucker.

He was playing us.

He doesn't work for the government.

He works for fucking Bautista.

Why me?

Why won't you leave me alone?

Why won't you leave me alone?

Ask your mom.

Why does he want me to ask you?

What the hell did you do?

We were very young.

Your dad always had to work.

If he wasn't traveling,
he was locked in his office.

Then I found out he was having an affair.

His bodyguard was the only one
who took any notice of me.

I didn't even know where he came from,

but he was nice.

Good.

No.

-So it happened.
-No.

You can't...

It happened, and that's that, Lalo.

It didn't last long,

just a few weeks, but...

Please, forgive me.

I had no idea what was going to happen.