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FACES OF THE CITY WITH DIANA CORREA

Hello, and welcome to Faces of the City.

I am Diana Correa.

Today, we have with us the Mayor of Mexico City,

Eduardo Yzaguirre.

It's a pleasure to be here, Diana.

We also have with us the new American Ambassador to our country, Thomas Moran.

Thank you for the invitation, Diana.

I wanted you to tell us about...

the challenges your new administration faces.

This new administration will help your government fight drug trafficking,

within the city, and elsewhere.

Thank you, Ambassador, but allow me to clear something up for you.

What happens in the city is very different to what happens in other areas of Mexico.

We make up approximately...

- 20% of the population? - Twenty per cent.

We're a cutting-edge city.

A city of excellence.

Come here, Enano.

An oasis of education,

an oasis of culture,

an oasis of tolerance.

We take security very seriously.

That's why we've managed to reduce violent crime by 25%.

- Twenty-five per cent? - Yes.

There are no mass graves here.

No threatening banners from narcos.

There are no people hanging from footbridges,

and all of those things that happen in other states.

Everyone in Mexico...

White lady, protect us with your cloak tomorrow.

Let me put this in a way the ambassador will understand.

Narco violence hasn't come to Mexico City.

Nor will it.

Not while I'm mayor.

THE CANDIDATE

BENITO JUAREZ AIRPORT MEXICO CITY

THE EXCESSES OF THE PREVIOUS GOVERNMENT, UNPUNISHED

498, please.

- Hello? - It's me.

Hey, you made it!

Hell, yeah.

Ancestral homeland and all, guns ready to blaze.

Yeah.

All they're expecting the first month, the first year, maybe,

is that you watch and learn.

And blaze guns. Got it.

Yeah, exactly.

Okay, gotta check in at the Embassy.

Great. Good.

It's just you really shouldn't be using an unsecured phone.

Okay, okay.

I know. Love you.

Love you, Izzy.

Hello!

Could you move? You're blocking my exit.

I'm going to call the police!

What the fuck are they teaching you dipshits these days?

Never lose your cool,

never break the seal of your vehicle,

and never confront surveillance.

'Cause, next thing you know,

they got you on bumper lock and you are completely shut down.

I work at the US Embassy.

Yeah, your name is Isabel Alfaro

and you work in the Embassy, but you work for the CIA,

which I'm pretty damn sure of since you work for me.

Wayne Addison, Deputy Chief of Station.

Grab your shit. I parked downstairs.

So, following you, is that a test?

I was running countersurveillance, so no,

and yet, you still failed.

Look under the vehicle.

For what? Bombs? Tracking devices?

I don't know, PT. That's why you're looking, not me.

I'm not a PT, sir. I'm a case officer.

I spent five years

as a targeting analyst for counterterrorism.

Hope it's not too late to unlearn all that bullshit.

This is your first day in the field,

so until your prove yourself,

you're a trainee, trainee.

Sounds good, sir.

Don't call me "sir."

Now, big day ahead of us.

A source I'm running has gone MIA.

We gotta find him before he does something stupid.

GOVERNMENT PALACE

Boss.

Deputy.

We're screwed, they're going to drop our renewable energy program.

It's all sorted.

Pérez and Mancilla will vote for it.

Oh, man. How did you do it?

I explained how important the program is.

And that you would get them some hookers.

Holy shit, I think I need a nap.

Are you tired?

- Isn't the baby sleeping well? - No, it wasn't that.

My wife let me go to your coordinator's housewarming party.

What a party. He really knows how to have a good time.

Why do you think I hired him?

- Thanks again, boss. - Deputy.

Come on, move!

Come on!

I think we got off on the wrong foot.

I really do look forward to working with you.

What you did in Colombia...

What are you doing here?

Well...

I want to make a difference.

I know it's not cool in the Agency to care about the drug war,

but I really think we can win it...

The whole quote-unquote drug war is an unwinnable clusterfuck.

Everybody knows it.

However, there is one part of it I approve of,

and, small mercy, since we are tasked with it today.

We are helping the joint Mexican-American Anti-Drug Trafficking Fusion Center

find, fix and finish a certain Rafael Bautista.

- Do you know who that is? - Of course.

Head of the Guerrero Cartel.

He's at war with the Federación del Norte.

He's the most dangerous up-and-comer...

You really don't know shit.

The Lord of the Shadows.

He's the smartest of all these motherfuckers.

That's him and his number two, El Enano.

Everyone but the Northern Federation has bowed down to him.

It's only a matter of time before he takes them out too.

Yeah, due respect,

I think that's a bit much.

That's what the Baja Cartel thought.

Heard from them lately?

He killed them all, including their kids.

Rafael Bautista is not an up-and-comer.

He's the fucking devil.

- You wanted to see me, Lalo? - Come in, Javi.

What's up?

There's a civil servant who needs a new consultant coordinator.

I thought maybe you could help.

Yes, of course.

Is it a good position?

One of the best in the city.

I'll look for candidates.

Perfect.

Which civil servant?

If I may ask.

The Mayor of Mexico City.

Are you firing me?

Why, Lalo?

Because I bought a house?

In Santa Fe, motherfucker.

I got credit. Jaime said...

The developer.

- He doesn't do business here. - Not yet.

But he will soon.

Especially since he now has my coordinator by the balls.

I want you out of my office today.

Lalo...

the whole renewable energy thing was mine.

If it weren't for my congressional contacts...

You're too clever to boycott me.

What you're going to do...

is call Morales in the Senate.

His secretary just quit.

He was offered a job in the private sector.

I'm sure he'll pay you better.

You'll need it to pay that mortgage in Santa Fe.

Good luck.

The card.

Are you engaged?

Yeah, my fiancé's also CIA. He's an analyst...

Take it off. Put it away.

What?

There are a lot of bad hombres.

Come on, güero.

I'll look after it.

- Hey. - What's up, man? Thanks.

The source is the local connect for all the cartels.

His name is "El Cocodrilo."

But you can call him Coco.

Want something, güero?

He left me an emergency message yesterday,

and then he went black.

So, what you're dancing around is that he's a small-time gangster, right?

Too much blood on his hands, so headquarters won't let you recruit him,

so you're running him on your own out of channels.

"Out of channels," huh?

Coco might help us get the guy who, let me remind you,

blows kids' heads off, so...

I'm sorry if channels aren't my top priority today.

- That shit could get you fired. - No.

This shit doesn't even make the top 10.

Get them here! Get your tacos here!

How are you planning to find Coco?

I'm not.

Let me guess, he's gonna find us.

Careful with the güero.

Two kids by the DVD stalls, they have walkies.

They're his halcones. They'll spook if we approach.

I want you to go back to the car.

One of them is gonna follow you.

I'll lose my tail, circle back,

grab yours for a little chat.

Wait, but there's no ops plan.

We don't know the risk, I'm unarmed. What if they aren't?

No, Coco doesn't let his boys carry, so...

Okay?

Trainee.

Okay?

Go.

The güera is coming.

Get your tacos de canasta here!

What's going on, baby?

What is it, princess?

Wait, I want to ask you a question.

Where'd he go?

I'm talking to you, bitch.

Easy, easy, it's okay.

- Hey, baby. Where are you going? - Hello.

Where's Coco, asshole?

What did you say, gringo?

I don't understand a goddamn thing.

Understand this, pendejo?

I no see him from the morning.

I swear man.

You tell that fucker that I am tired of trying to find him.

I'm gonna come back here, motherfuckers.

And next time, it's gonna be with a fucking chainsaw!

Got it, little girl?

Yes.

Get the fuck out of here.

Tell me when you're coming back.

Tell me when you're...

You can choose the music when you hit GS-15.

What are you doing?

Hazing me?

Why didn't you tell me you knew the Mayor of Mexico city?

That was a long time ago. I don't know him anymore.

Your boy controls law enforcement

in a way that American mayors can only wet dream about,

so we can just get on his inside, we might just get a fix on Bautista.

You're not asking me to recruit him.

Why not?

Because he's the cleanest politician in Mexico.

He won't go for it.

You know who his dad was.

He's fucking JFK Jr.

He'll probably be the next president of Mexico...

What the fuck, Wayne?

Wayne!

What are you doing?

Motherfucker!

Move, idiot!

I'm coming, asshole!

Motherfucker.

Oh, my God. Lalo!

Isa.

What are you doing...

I just moved here.

I'm working for the Embassy.

In the State Department.

Excuse me?

I think I have to...

We should catch up.

I don't have much time...

Whenever you can, just a coffee.

There's an event tonight at the Museo Numismático.

- I don't know if... - I'd love to.

I'll put you on the list.

Perfect.

See you later.

Bye.

Move!

A pulque.

How's your first day going?

What?

You think I don't have a tracker on my own car?

And before you ask another stupid question,

your boy eats in that restaurant every Friday,

so, just had to line it up.

Now we just gotta work on your ops plan.

Figure out how you're gonna approach him next.

The event tonight

at the Museo Numismático.

Yeah, sure.

I can get you a ticket.

Already on the list.

Nice going.

How did you get transferred here so fast?

Someone in the Agency likes me.

I assume it's Faustino Walsh,

head of the Latin American Division.

He found me and convinced me to switch to operations eight months ago.

I'm surprised that headquarters went for it.

You almost never hear of an analyst transferring to the D.O.

Well, here I am.

Think you can handle it?

Take a nice Latina girl,

growing up near San Diego.

Hits 15, some bad shit goes down.

Not sure what exactly because it's all sealed.

Enough to win her a juvie record.

Wanna play mind games?

You should've led with my mom.

You know about her, right?

Farmer's daughter from Michoacán

with a pretty face and a borderline personality?

My first memory is her telling me how she was gonna end the pregnancy

until la Virgencita came down from heaven and told her

I was gonna save the world.

It goes pretty much downhill from there.

You get the idea, right?

So case-officer me all you want.

You're not getting inside my head.

We should get ready for tonight.

I've got a safehouse nearby.

- You're going too? - Fuck, yeah.

I've got to work my cover.

I'm the cultural attaché.

Yeah.

You do seem quite cultured.

Original replicas! Get your original replicas!

Take home a fine leather bag! Top quality imported leather!

Hermès, Gucci, Louis Vuitton.

Have a look. No obligations. What do you like?

What are you going to buy?

- Come this way. - Hey.

- Do I know you? - No.

We have a job for you.

You're going to help and you will not screw up.

And we stay as strangers. What do you think?

I'm not going anywhere.

My girl?

My girl!

I didn't do anything!

It's your turn, asshole. All right, let's go.

Come on, asshole.

Let's go, asshole. Move it.

Let's go!

- I'm coming. Save my seat. - Move, asshole!

This is your safehouse?

Yes, one of them.

Got a few around the city. Switch it up most nights.

Gotta keep them guessing, you know?

Oh, hey.

I rigged up a little alarm system

in case anyone tries to break in

so don't be jumping up and down too hard right there.

It's a Claymore mine.

Funny.

Not kidding.

There's a bedroom through there.

Okay.

Turn around.

Slowly.

Show me your arm.

What the fuck are you...

Pull up your sleeve!

Pull up your sleeve!

Who are you?

You know who I am.

- I have no fucking idea. - Get a fucking hold of yourself.

What I do know is that no normal Deputy Chief of Station

would grab me off the street on my first day!

No normal DCOS would almost get me killed in Tepito

and no normal DCOS would have on his arm

Rafael Bautista's only known distinguishing mark.

Put your hands on your head.

- Hey, hey. - Hands on your head!

Come on, this is crazy.

- Isa... - Stop it!

Stop fighting!

- Let go of me! - For God's sake!

Shut the fuck up!

Just stay there! Stay!

There.

Okay?

I'm not killing you,

and I'm not recruiting you.

So, who does that make me?

Who you say you are.

Bautista's...

Bautista's tattoo was military, he...

He was Mexican Army Intelligence.

You worked with him?

You ran him?

He was your asset?

No.

That doesn't explain why you get that fucking tattoo, let alone keep it.

There's a lot more you don't know.

Now, we've got a party to go to.

I gotta get dressed.

Can you ask around?

Anything you can find on Wayne.

Of course.

More importantly, get to a secure terminal and write this guy up.

Yeah, snitch and there goes my reputation, right?

Your rep's not gonna be worth zip if he gets you killed.

Wayne Addison is out of control.

Carrying an unauthorized firearm?

Almost getting you stabbed?

He might be running some off-the-books death squad,

I don't care how many points he gets for warning you about Bin Laden.

Wait, what?

No, he wasn't involved in that.

Wayne is the guy that shot Escobar.

Wayne?

No, a Colombian cop shot Escobar.

Well, then what did Wayne do?

I don't know, but he got the Distinguished Intelligence Medal,

so he's got some magic.

Okay.

You're right.

When the party's done, I'll report Wayne.

Love you, Izzy.

Love you too.

Did you see my report on Animal Político?

The art scene.

The culture.

The party, party, party, parties.

We are Weimar Germany here.

Everybody feels something really bad is coming.

Well, if it keeps the art as good as it is now,

then maybe it will all have been worth it.

Isa!

Hello.

- Nice to meet you. I'm Isabel. - Isabel.

I know exactly who you are.

Verónica. Nice to meet you.

I just read your interview in Caras magazine.

Those magazines.

I only do it because I want to promote my work a bit.

This year, we're starting to sell indigenous artisanal art.

Honey, there's Gabriela.

I'll be right back. You must have a lot to talk about.

Excuse me.

Would you like a drink?

I'm sorry if I took you by surprise before.

More like the other way around.

I hope I wasn't too weird, Isa.

I didn't really know what to say.

- What happened was... - Ten years ago.

Okay?

It's okay.

See?

All good.

Good guy?

Great guy.

You deserve it.

Do you remember when we were here?

I remember that I asked you about the city's history.

About politics.

You weren't exactly interested.

People change.

What happened?

I don't know.

I felt I had to finish my father's project.

Hence the anticorruption plan?

My dad used to say that corruption is never just corruption.

Corruption is violence.

We have to show that we can have another kind of government.

A clean, authentic democracy, with no place for crime.

It looks like you found what you needed.

I'm happy to see you, Isa.

Honey.

Gaby sends her love...

and that we have to mingle.

Well, let's go then.

You'll have to come over for dinner sometime.

I'd love to.

- Okay, let's go. - Excuse us.

Is that an ops phone?

Shit.

It's a burner. It's totally sterile.

It is now.

Grab your stuff.

I heard back from Coco.

Coco, what happened to you today?

I was busy, Wayne.

Why did you fuck with my guys?

You left an urgent message.

Because it's finally coming together.

Bautista and the Scorpion are going to meet up.

Where?

Relax, güero.

You'll be really happy, you'll see.

The Federation has plans.

They've seen assholes like Bautista come and go.

They're not on the same level.

The Lord of the Shadows will end up just like those losers.

Coco...

leave this to me.

No, brother.

This is my business.

Hey, by the way,

I need to know something.

What's going to happen after?

Am I going to get my bonus or not?

Not if you're dead.

Come on.

Hey, laptop, give me the fucking laptop. Come on.

What are we doing?

Crashing a party.

- What? - Yeah, Coco...

he's arranging a sit-down between Bautista and the Federation.

But it's a set-up.

Coco and the Federation wanna kill Bautista,

but they're underestimating him.

- Cell interceptor. - Right.

Here's the one we need.

The burner Coco's using to set up the meet.

- Right. - Who'd you task this number to?

A guy I know in the Policía Federal.

It's okay. I vetted him personally.

But this op is going through the Fusion Center, right?

He owes me a favor.

It's off the books on both sides.

If two armed CIA officers are found conducting an illegal rendition,

it's a fucking international incident.

I am giving you,

first day in the fucking field,

the chance to run to ground

the highest value target in all of Mexico.

Your choice.

Sweetie, they're here.

Hey, Cocodrilo.

Come in, brother.

Partner.

Oh, thin lady.

Oh, thin lady.

Oh, white lady.

Oh, white lady.

Oh, Santa Muerte.

Oh, Santa Muerte.

You who watches over us,

gives us life and takes it away.

Bless El Cocodrilo and his men

and the tools of their trade.

We need you to protect us from those who seek to do us harm.

May your owl protect us.

Chema, what did you find?

Coco turned his phone off.

But we located the Guerrero Cartel cell he contacted

and it was still active.

Transmitting from El Hoyo.

Get your boys together. We'll see you there.

This will cost you big time, man.

Take this exit. We're going to Iztapalapa.

Merry Christmas.

They're impossible to trace.

I'm risking a lot for your fucking unofficial mission.

If this goes bad, asshole,

I'll chop you up and scatter you in the forest.

Perfect.

Put this on.

Behind me! Stay behind me!

Guerrero's phone is upstairs.

On the floor!

It's a phone! Please!

Get on the ground asshole!

Please, they have my family!

They're going to kill them!

Please!

Shut up.

They have my family.

It's clean, sir.

Bautista's done this a bunch of times before.

He finds some random civilian.

Someone the world doesn't give a fuck about,

yanks them off the street,

and then terrorizes them into doing his dirty work.

He gets texts from Bautista on one phone to write on the other,

and we intercept them.

A relay system so we can't trace them directly.

But we can still track the next...

We can't find it in time.

- Come on, Wayne. We have to. - It's over.

Okay?

SAFE HOUSE, NORTHERN FEDERATION

All good?

What's up, Scorpion?

Bautista will be here any minute.

We're out front. Confirm he's here

- and we'll get him when he leaves. - Don't hold back.

Here comes Bautista's van.

Okay. We're ready.

El Enano is here.

With Bautista. I'll let them in.

Roger that. Everyone in position.

How's it going, Rafa?

It's not Bautista! It's not...

We're fucked!

We're fucked!

Target downstairs. Enter and destroy the rest.

- We're fucked! - Bautista says hi, assholes.

Fuck. The Guerrero Cartel.

My wife, my daughter, please.

- What can we do for him? - Please.

Please.

Keys.

Bautista will know that the police were here.

He's going to think you fucked up.

I'm sorry.

You have to take a hit.

Wayne, what the fuck? You don't even know that.

Yeah, I absolutely do. This is how Bautista works.

So would you mind just shutting the fuck up?

This is the only way to free your family.

No, I won't let you do this.

You have no idea what's going on here.

Not in this country

and not in this room.

You can't put him in this position.

You can't make him choose between himself and his family.

He's already in this position. It wasn't me who put him there.

I'm going to hold you responsible.

It's not my problem, lady.

Let's go.

Come on, Wayne. You can't just walk off like that.

Fuck off.

Gringo walking alone? You're gonna get yourself killed.

I said fuck off, trainee!

I don't know what Bautista did to you,

but you're damaged.

You're gonna get people killed.

And I don't care if I get fired for this,

but I'm not gonna let you bring down the whole station

just because you don't give a shit if you live or die.

Was it nice to see Isa?

Yes, I noticed.

US EMBASSY

Welcome aboard.

CIA HEADQUARTERS

You've been running game on me.

Eight months now.

You're crazy.

But you wouldn't be a DCOS if you were as crazy as you seemed today.

I think you're running a stress test on me.

You did a tour in Guatemala and one in Buenos Aires.

Both directly under Faustino Walsh,

the man that happened to convince me to switch to ops.

You conspired with him.

You got me plucked from the DI and sent through training...

just to get me here.

Why?

Sure you aren't recording me?

No way, Coco. Come on.

I'm not an idiot.

You know El Enano?

- Bautista's top badass? - Yes.

- And the fucking burn on his face? - Yes.

Anyway, me and that asshole went on a drinking binge.

He tells me Bautista is untouchable.

That the next president of Mexico

is his man.

It seems Bautista chose the guy when he was a kid,

and he's been training him, paving the way in politics.

That's how it is, man.

For what?

Because you can throw the army at the fucking competition.

The DEA's hands are tied, man.

Then you make a damn deal,

you escape and leave.

Lalo. He's the only one that fits.

He had the family name, the family money.

The looks, the charisma,

and every fucking step of the way, he lucks out.

On his first run for office, he's about to lose the nomination,

and his rival...

gets carjacked.

Bautista clearing the path.

Oh, wait.

But he said Bautista knew this guy as a kid.

Yeah.

Bautista was on the security detail for Lalo's dad,

right around when Lalo was born.

We...

We were both studying in Boston,

living together.

One day his mom called him,

asked him to come down here and...

Yeah, he just never came back.

It really fucked me up for a while, but...

You know, just no explanation. He just disappeared.

He was a sleeper.

He was activated.

Chief of Station read in?

She knows I'm not a big fan of Bautista's,

but she doesn't know my thoughts about Lalo.

And she doesn't know that I brought you here.

So I'm a case officer in name only.

I'm bait.

You said you wanted to make a difference.

This is it.

Eva.

I hope you filled their fucking mouths with dirt.

Thanks for the warning that they were going to betray me.

Bless me, please.

You are blessed, Rafael Bautista.

Oh, thin lady.

Oh, thin lady.

Oh, white lady.

Oh, white lady.

Oh, Santa Muerte.

Oh, Santa Muerte.

You who watches over us,

who gives us life and takes it away.

Both rich and poor.

We need you to protect us again from those who seek to do us harm.

Bless this man.

May your owl watch over him.

Use your scythe protect his neck and to cut...

the necks of his enemies.

Good evening, Mayra.

The bodies were discovered only a few minutes ago

by members of the city police,

who immediately alerted the authorities.

They are waiting for the forensic team who...

Hey, turn the TV on.

The police have cordoned off the whole area,

so we don't have access.

However, we received a photograph that is apparently from the cartel itself.

But what is more terrifying...

is the location of the bodies and the banner,

near the Zócalo and the National Palace.

Just outside the offices of the mayor.

Here is what the banner says.

"You thought you were coming for us,"

but now we're coming for you.

"Signed, the Guerrero Cartel."

The fact is,

the narcos have finally reached the heart of Mexico City.