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Come on, you motherfucker...

Don't do this.

You out there, boss?

Come in, boss. Boss?

Hold on!

Fuck. No!

Fuck! No!

I'm going down. Repeat. I'm going down.

Seven miles, southeast.

Seven miles southeast of the airstrip. Repeat. I'm going down.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Boss?

Yeah.

Almost loaded up, boss.

Good.

What about the plane?

Bury it.

Have you brought shovels, assholes?

I'm fucking with you, Manny.

Oh.

What's that?

You call for more help, boss?

Holy shit.

Get in the fucking trucks.

Let's go. Let's go!

Let's go.

Come on!

Fuck this...

Come on!

Good afternoon, guys. What's up?

Inside the pickup, there's a bag I found. Almost seventy grand in it...

Maybe your men can use it.

New uniforms...

A night out...

There's my plane, too, if you want it.

I'm putting you under military arrest...

and transporting you to the nearest prison.

My father used to tell me...

"What's the point in having a voice if you don't use it?"

So, I used mine to ask a lot of questions.

When I was a kid, the teacher told us the earth is always spinning.

I didn't believe her

because she couldn't explain why I didn't feel anything move.

Told me I was being a distraction.

To be honest, she was a shitty teacher but she was right.

There are forces moving us.

Shaping our lives that we're not aware of.

Some of us try to figure out how they work.

Some of us use our voice...

When the '90s began,

Amado Carrillo Fuentes was just a mid-level narco.

One of several former lieutenants of Félix Gallardo,

who formed new organizations that coexisted peacefully.

And the rest of us, we were on the brink of a globalized economy

that would deliver prosperity for all.

Things made sense.

A few years later, all that would be turned on its fucking head.

And trust me, those changes, they were ones we felt.

Someone was asking me what the hardest part about this has been.

You know, for me, it's just been letting go.

You know, opening up...

House I grew up in, it...

It always felt like someone was stepping on your chest. Every day.

Like you were walking a tightrope, and at any second, shit could just go off.

Explode.

But I was lucky because I had my brother.

There were two of us, so we had each other.

At least till I was 15.

Then one day, he came and told me he was leaving.

Said he was joining the army and wanted to get into law enforcement.

Basically get the fuck out of Dodge.

Pretty soon after that, he was gone.

And then I was all alone,

and angry all the time.

The only time that I felt like

that foot got off my chest was when I drank.

And so, I drank.

It's just what I did, and...

I guess letting go seems like it'd be pretty easy,

but, um... it's not.

I don't know. I just...

I just have to keep trying to figure it out.

And I'll keep trying.

Anyways, thanks.

Been a while since you shared.

Yeah, I was just taking your advice and doing the work.

Mmm.

How does that feel?

They call it work for a reason.

- You're doing it, though. - Yeah.

Finally talked to my guy for you.

- Got you a face-to-face. - Yeah?

Told him you were solid.

Just don't make me look like a clown now. These dudes do not play.

Mike, I promise you, I won't let you down.

Bring your CDL.

White boy long-haulers are money in the bank.

All right. Anything else?

Come by the car lot on Alameda and Sun Park tomorrow at 3:00.

- All right. I'll see you then. - See you then.

Hey, Mike...

Thank you.

Your brother loves you, man.

Shit wasn't on either one of you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Wow. Your story made me want to drink, man.

- Yeah? - Like, really badly.

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Fucker finally set the meet.

We got all that on tape, too. Good shit, Walt.

What the fuck is a CDL?

It's a commercial driver's license. Truck drivers 101.

You can get me one of those, right?

I'll make you up one right now.

Seriously, nobody feels like a beer?

I got a redneck driver's license to make.

Go right.

Down that way...

Hey, Daz. Daz, you home, man?

Yo, who is it?

Daz, open up, bro.

Man, who the fuck is Daz?

Go, go.

Find the fucking money.

Yo! Fuck you.

- Go, go, go! - Go!

Got the money! Let's roll! Go, go, go!

Out, out, out!

Let's get the fuck out of here!

Let's go!

- He's dead. - Grab him.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Leave him. Let's go, let's go!

Let's go!

Bring it out and hut! Hut! Jive, girls!

Walk it back.

Down lunge, hut, hut! Kicking!

Divide the cash.

Put aside two grand for the Captain.

What about the kid back there?

Luis fucked up.

What, Rogelio?

Did he have a family?

A girlfriend, I think.

In Chihuahua.

Get some money to her.

Okay.

Our pals across the river

got some bad news coming their way,

once we start tearing their shit down one by one.

El Paso PD's up to speed. We'll have a briefing tomorrow morning.

- Go okay tonight? Feel good? - Yes, sir.

- All right, good work. Get some rest. - Sir...

Those wire transcripts today, anything on Amado Carrillo Fuentes?

No. No, nothing for a while now.

Your boy's disappeared, Walt.

Maybe your giant fucking hard-on for him

scared him off into the hills of Chihuahua.

Yeah, maybe.

Hey, Mills, you got any quarters?

SOCIAL REINTEGRATION N 4 PARRAL, CHIHUAHUA

- Dani? - Hey!

Hey, how was work?

Ugh, department meeting wouldn't end.

- Sorry I smell like an ashtray. - Mmm.

Hey, I didn't say a thing.

Check this out.

I fuckin' scored!

My God, look at them, so shiny and round.

I'm talkin' three, four loads, easy.

We could run two dryers at the same time.

Yeah, sky's the limit. Maybe even do towels.

Oof. My hero! This is real progress.

- Did your thing come today? - No, but thanks for reminding me.

Be honest with me, how many times did you check the mailbox?

I'm prepared to accept whatever path the universe presents.

Oh, yeah, 'cause you're the path-accepting type.

How was your undercover thing?

It wasn't bad, other than all the cigarettes.

Oh, yeah? For you?

Is it depressing, the stories?

Not as bad as it was last week. But I'm making the arrest soon.

Hmm.

Do you feel bad at all for this guy you're working...

What's his name? Was it Mike?

Well, he's a big boy. He made his choices.

Yeah, fuck Mike and his choices.

There you go.

Hey, you end up talking about your brother tonight?

I spoke, but I just made some shit up.

Add sixty and close it...

Look who's home!

Fuck, man...

What, they don't have razor blades in the joint?

Hey, was I supposed to pick you up?

Someone was.

- And? - And?

Well, asshole...

What took so long, man? I was inside for three fucking months.

It's a whole thing.

- You don't say. - Really.

Had to find the right guy to pay.

Takes time, believe me...

Hey, no one told you to get caught.

Aren't you too old for that shit?

Eh.

Get lost.

And? How's business?

- Great. - Yeah?

Moving loads into El Paso two, three times a week.

Running cash back. Didn't miss a beat.

Good, good. Find us some new warehouses over there?

- The shit we talked about... - Uh...

Yeah, that didn't work out.

More spots just means more exposure, more money on rent.

We need to spread shit out, keep things separate.

Our thing works. Juárez works, Amado. Like a motherfucker. So why change it?

Damn it.

If the whole operation connects, the whole thing can go down.

- It's gonna get us caught. - Look...

You just worry about transpo. And not crashing our planes.

Come on, have a fucking drink.

Next time.

Hey, 'least let me give you a little "welcome home" present...

There you go.

What's wrong?

Queen got her panties in a bunch.

- Is it ready? - Mmm-hmm.

Let's see.

Did it get cold?

No, it's fine.

How'd it go last night?

Don't ask.

Mmm.

- Money's in the thing. - Mmm-hmm.

Going in soon?

Victor.

- What's up? - Going in soon?

Yeah.

Stop by Mrs. Barragan's on your way.

What for?

Told her you'd stop by on your way to work.

God damn it. How many times have I said don't make plans for me?

God damn it.

What if she's fallen in love with me?

And wants to run away together to Acapulco?

Just leave the coffee tin.

I'm not gonna go see her.

Good morning, Mrs. Barragan.

Thank you for coming to see me, Officer Tapia.

Please, just Victor.

Come in, please.

Thanks.

Her name is Teresa.

- She's your niece? - Yes.

She's been living with me since last year, when my sister got sick.

She hasn't been home in over four days...

You don't say.

I don't know what else to do.

I called the police three times.

They never came.

Hmm.

Could it be...

with all due respect... that she's with a boyfriend?

Maybe she went off with friends.

Teresa's not like that.

Let me show you.

Look.

This dress...

- For her quinceañera next month. - Hmm.

Teresa saved up for months to buy this dress.

She wouldn't run away now, with her party so close.

No, definitely not.

That's why, well...

I, uh...

Officer Tapia.

I know how things work.

Just Victor, please.

Look...

I have to report for my shift.

But I'll ask around, I promise.

Thank you so much.

I just want her found...

- Of course. - Uh...

Have a nice day.

Yes, thank you for coming.

Oh!

Wait. Before you leave.

You'll need this.

Okay.

Thank you.

What's up?

There he is. Thought maybe you got mugged or something.

I was waiting for a cop...

but then you showed up.

Guess you're fucked, bro.

Let's go.

Keep it quiet, man. My ass is tired.

Is that right?

Fuck you, Rogelio.

What the fuck is this?

Let the band play!

Boss!

Boss! Didn't know you were getting home today.

You don't say, asshole.

You want a beer? To celebrate.

How do you like your house?

Pretty cool, right?

I'm tired, Manny.

Tell them to fuck off.

Sure. You got it, boss.

Hey, you fuckers! Party's over!

Boss.

You got several calls from a lady... called Marisol?

It's me. Sorry, been away on business.

Amado, listen...

What?

It's about Anna.

Is she okay?

What did the doctors say?

That it was an asthmatic reaction.

She had those before.

Not like this.

Said it's what triggered the respiratory attack.

Was she scared?

Sorry...

That was last summer...

Yes.

She grew a lot since you last saw her.

I'm sorry I missed the burial.

Where were you?

Prison.

Can you take me to see where she's buried?

No. You'll have to go on your own.

You need some money?

To cover the priest... all the rest of it?

What you send every month covered it.

We never really chose, did we?

We never chose to be a family. A real one.

Never chose not to be one, either.

We just went along.

Maybe that's why God took her from us.

We didn't deserve her.

There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry.

Take it slow. Old folks live in this neighborhood.

I could give you a hand. As you wish...

Okay, that works.

Get outta here, friend.

In the early '90s, a police officer in El Paso, Texas,

made about $2,000 a month before overtime.

Walk across the Stanton Street Bridge to Juárez...

Good day.

...just a few yards away,

a cop made $150 a month.

- What'd he have? - Here...

That's before kicking money up to his commanding officer.

Wait! What about the burritos the other day?

- Fine. We going? - Yeah.

In Mexico, police have no choice

but to make ends meet another way.

Slowly, eh?

Which means, in a place like Ciudad Juárez,

cops don't solve crimes.

They commit them.

We grabbing a beer tonight?

Can't, man...

Got some shit to do after work.

All right, fellas, welcome to Operation Nissan.

Last four months, we been working Juárez crews crossing coke.

Mostly using Nissan 300s riding low from the weight in the trunk.

These dipshits ever heard of air shocks?

That's why we don't catch the smart ones.

3:00 p.m., we're making contact with the Juárez crew chief,

owns a used car lot.

All right, I'm a truck driver,

hired on to haul coke for the Colombians wherever they're making pickups.

Now, I'll be wired up.

My team will be monitoring, backed up by two marked units of El Paso PD.

We're looking at the usual here. Guns, dope, bad guys, one, maybe 200 keys.

- How many arrests? - Five or six, tops.

- Go sign? - I'll ask for a smoke.

On Agent Breslin's signal, I'll send out the radio call.

We move in, make the arrests.

Now, I don't want anybody getting spooked. Let's keep a light touch on surveillance.

We're going to do this thing right.

Grab some of Amado Carrillo's coke and put some of these guys on ice.

My intel is Rafael Aguilar calling shots in Juárez.

- He's the brains down there. - Yeah, well...

I heard different.

If Carrillo's the man, why'd he just spend three months in lockup?

My buddy in customs heard Carrillo was picked up by a fucking army patrol.

Don't feel like a "boss" look to me.

Thank you, everyone.

If you have any questions, you let me know.

Doesn't look how I pictured it.

Let's go, man.

Can't keep this fancy prick waiting, right?

Look at this place.

Fucking Roman castle!

What else could you want?

Now let's make this place look nice!

Heard you went back to Sinaloa.

Family stuff.

I was born a couple miles from here.

Place just like that.

Fuck that.

Look at me now.

Hmm?

Check out this motherfucker.

When people ask me what's wrong with Mexico,

this is the face I see.

Carlos Hank Gonzalez was known as El Profesor.

He started life as a rural school teacher

selling candy on the side to make ends meet.

He didn't stay poor for long.

The PRI ran Mexico,

and Hank had a gift for cutting deals and trading favors.

He moved through party ranks like a freight train,

serving as mayor of Mexico City, governor, cabinet secretary.

But somehow, Hank found time

to start a banking and transportation empire.

You'd think a career politician amassing a fortune

worth hundreds of millions might raise some awkward questions.

A politician who is poor...

is a poor politician.

He really said that. Gotta admit, it's a good line.

For decades, he guided the PRI, shaping every decision the party made.

Presidents came and went, but Hank stayed.

The embodiment of institutional corruption.

He got all the perks and none of the bullshit.

The president got the pretty sash, but Carlos Hank had the power.

My business group is making some purchases in Juárez.

You own several lots of land we're interested in.

They haven't been developed, but we'll still pay a fair price.

We'd like to help you out,

but we have big plans for that land.

Really?

So far, those "big plans" have amounted to a slum

and a chicken processing plant.

The Hank Group is expanding into Juárez.

We're "moving into the neighborhood."

I know you two control certain local commercial interests.

Going forward, I expect that business will be done discretely.

Any complications to my interests are unacceptable.

Thank you, chief! You've got the coldest beer in Juárez.

Gentlemen...

Come up with a price for that land.

You ever gonna say anything?

Should put an "asshole tax" on that land he wants.

Maybe the fancy prick moves our stuff north...

on all those trains and shit he owns.

Our business isn't big enough to make it worth his time.

- The margins aren't there. - Ah.

He's buying into NAFTA. What it's gonna do to this border...

Shit's not even a real thing yet.

If he's moving in, it will be.

Approaching now.

I see him.

All right, boys. Here we go.

What's up, man?

What's up, man?

- Ready to do this, brother? - I am.

- Bring your CDL? - Sure did.

Sit tight. I'll grab the boss.

Two by the garage. No weapons visible.

Right on time.

Fucker's practically scraping the ground.

Chris!

This is my buddy, Chris. Solid dude. He's looking to put in some work.

- Mike says you drive long haul. - Off and on for about ten years.

- Got a clean sheet? - I do. Spotless.

- What kind of rig? - Kenworths, mostly. Anteaters.

We move our shit with legit loads.

Real bills of lading. Helps if you get pulled over.

I don't get pulled over.

We pack the cargo. You don't open the back until you get to the destination, ever.

Understood.

Mike says you're cool. Let's see how you do. Don't fuck up.

After a couple of runs, I might take that LeBaron off your hands.

- Make me an offer. - All right.

All right.

God damn it.

Want one, man?

Nah.

My old lady's on me to quit.

- Need to make a copy of your CDL. - Yeah. Sure thing.

You good, bro?

Gotta pay the water bill.

Some place around here I could hit the head?

Right there.

What the fuck? Are we going in?

10-22.10-22. Do not break position.

Two white vans headed south on Alameda. Texas plates. Tail 'em.

10-22. Hold positions. I repeat, hold your position.

Two white vans, Texas plates, headed south on Alameda. Get on them, now.

- Everything cool? - Yeah.

Bad boy's gotta be moved around back.

Keys are inside. Go for it, man.

Stand by to go in.

- Can he drive that thing? - You kidding me? Fuck no.

Be ready to roll. Stand by.

What is this? A driving test?

You'll be spending a lot of time in there. Might as well get used to it.

You okay, man?

Man, I can't lie to you. I fucked up.

Last night, I was nervous.

I really wanted today to go smooth and...

had that rat running around in my skull,

and I slipped.

I had a drink.

Shit, man. I'm sorry.

Hey, this too shall pass.

Tomorrow's another day, right?

But right now, I need you to move this fucking rig, Chris.

You said you drove a Kenworth T600, right?

The one with the set-back front axle?

Hey, Fernie, come here, will you?

Come on. God damn it!

What the fuck's going on, man?

I got this. Hold your positions.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

I repeat, hold your positions.

Everyone hold tight. Do not move.

You trying to catch a fucking bullet?

- Listen, Mike, I need you to calm down. - Fuck you.

Mike, I'm a DEA agent.

Are you trying to get me killed?

I need you to shut the fuck up and calm down.

Calm down? Fuck that.

I got a Glock 9 service weapon.

If you don't get it together,

I'll pull it out and shoot you in the head right here.

I'll shoot you square in the fucking face, Mike.

Hey, man.

- Thanks, man. - Everything okay?

Yeah. We were just checking out the rig, man. It's pretty sweet.

Yeah, it's all good.

How about Thursday at 9:00? Get you started.

Sounds good.

- Mike, you still catching a ride with me? - Yeah.

Those vans were carrying cash.

But you never actually saw the money?

Both vans had a gunslinger riding shotgun.

Security, that means cash.

We know the Nissans come north, riding heavy with coke.

Both those vans were loaded up and on their way out.

What? They're shipping coke back to Mexico now?

You sure those vans are headed to the other side of the river?

If they are, it's 'cause they're moving money.

Come in, Jaime.

Yeah, go ahead, Mills.

Yeah, I tailed them to the border.

Lost both vans once they crossed into Juárez.

Son of a bitch. Copy, Mills. Thank you.

Look, coke comes and goes every day,

but when do we ever put our eyes on the money?

Never.

If Juárez has spots over here holding cash, even temporarily...

we got to play that out, sir.

We sit on them, pin down their schedule,

when a bunch of money's on the move, we grab it.

And when Amado and Aguilar come looking for whoever took it,

we take 'em right here in El Paso.

Walt's right. This might be a chance to damage Juárez.

We're gonna take our time and do it right.

Might bring the Feds in, we Title III the whole damn thing.

Fuck, yeah.

Expand surveillance at all the sites we've ID'd.

I'll get the FBI on board.

Then you and Mills, you get a jump on those T3 applications.

- Hey, give me a sec, will you? - Yeah.

Hey, Mike.

That's a real violation of the fellowship.

Well, there's programs in prison. I hope you stick with it.

Fuck you, man.

He didn't take that so well.

Hey...

It's me.

What is it, Amado?

Um...

I was thinking about what you said.

You were right.

I never chose.

It wasn't about you, or Anna. It's just, I...

Fuck, how do I explain?

I've always stood on the outside of things.

I know that.

I was married to you, Amado.

Look, I should go...

Yeah. Goodbye.

Fuck. Look who's here!

Hey, don't let this dude's pretty hair fool you.

Son of a bitch...

Do you know what I do, Mr. Carrillo?

Yes, sir.

You decide who gets to be president.

So why are your men blocking my plane?

No, no. I just wanted to make sure

you got the deeds to the land you were interested in.

Here.

Yours, free of charge.

A phrase that's one of the more frequently told lies in Christendom.

I want another conversation,

once I'm ready to make you a business proposal.

No offense...

but I'm not sure how our businesses could intersect.

The racetrack you own in Tijuana

launders millions for the Arellano Felix brothers.

I'm in the same business they are.

Where's your partner?

He's gone. It's just me now.

Difference of opinion?

Of method. And vision.

I know what happens to this place

when the trade deal you made with the Americans goes into effect.

I know what this border can be, and so do you.

Welcome to Juárez, Mr. Hank.

- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.

Hey, it's me. What's up?

Well, I just got a call from the Mex feds.

Rafael Aguilar was shot dead across the river tonight.

No word on who pulled the trigger.

We both know who did it.

Yeah.

Amado made his move.

We'll be waiting for him when he comes looking for that cash.

Fuck!

- I'll see you tomorrow, sir. - Good work. See you then.

I did talk about my brother the other night at that meeting.

I told his story.

Or at least I tried to.

I'm glad.

You should do it more.

Not just when you're undercover at an AA meeting.

- Yeah. - Mmm.

She a prostitute?

She's fourteen.

Have you seen her or not?

Doesn't look familiar.

Let's check the others to make sure. You came all this way, right?

Power went out in both refrigeration units last week...

Fucking mess.

There they are.

They were murdered?

Yeah, probably.

Who were they?

No ID.

Whores, probably.

Call me if she shows up.

Sure thing.