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TRUTH - JUSTICE

GUADALAJARA WANTS JUSTICE AND TRUTH

Perhaps we should use the rear entrance, Mr. President?

Before 1993,

a Mexican president hadn't officially visited a Catholic Church

since Benito Juárez' reform separated Church and State

back in the 1800s.

So when the president visited the Guadalajara Cathedral

for Cardinal Posadas' funeral...

most of us saw it as a sign of just how bad things were.

Mexico was hurting.

People wanted answers.

My deepest condolences.

- My condolences. - Thank you.

The Pope holds Mexico in his prayers, Mr. President.

He hopes justice will be served here in Mexico...

as do millions of faithful Catholics.

Of course.

I'd like to show my respects now,

in silence.

His Holy Father also prays those who have neglected their oaths of duty will,

at last,

end Mexico's tradition of corruption...

Here I am,

starting to sound like a politician.

Perhaps the upcoming election's on my mind.

Please... excuse us...

Excuse us.

A dead cardinal dragged years of corruption into the open.

Narco violence could no longer be ignored.

Justice!

Will you do something now?

The only thing that I ask...

Give me enough strength so I can move forward with my children.

...an applause that is surely being heard all over this country...

...was a consequence of

...cross fire between two rival cartels.

The Arellano Félix of Tijuana...

and Güero Palma, Fermín "El Azul" Martínez,

and Joaquín Guzmán Loera, AKA El Chapo of Sinaloa...

Those fucking Tijuana sons of bitches!

...who is considered the most pernicious of the four.

They were trying to kill me.

I didn't touch the Cardinal - did I, Arturo?

Which is why we're offering

a reward of 15 million pesos

for information leading to his arrest.

The government just declared war on Tijuana and Sinaloa, kid.

Nobody gives a fuck about the truth.

DC and Mexico are calling it

a joint intelligence group task force.

Mexican army's in charge,

setting up a command center outside Tijuana.

Plan is to go after the perpetrators of the Guadalajara airport massacre.

A Mexican carnival paid for by Uncle Sam. Nice.

Administrator wants us helping out where we can,

so every DEA office on the border will be assigned an agent

who will coordinate intel with the Mexicans in Tijuana.

Nine times out of ten, Mexico won't return our fucking phone calls.

US isn't asking for the intel, Mexico is.

Keeps his mouth shut for the rest of this briefing,

I'll buy Sheridan a lap dance at that place he likes on South Mesa.

- I have some time. I'll take care of it. - Thanks, Bobby.

Oh, and DC's putting a DEA agent on the ground in Tijuana,

working with the Mexicans.

Who's in charge down there?

General Jesús Hector Rebollo.

He collared Carrillo Fuentes when his plane went down in Chihuahua.

Rebollo torched his coke and a million in cash.

What the fuck's wrong with him?

Seems like Mexico's taking action, finally.

This could be a chance for DEA to grab some shine.

Mexico City and DC are backing Rebollo. Hard.

That's all I got. Get back to work.

Sir, can I talk to you for a second?

Got the delivery for the boss.

You okay?

I miss your mustache.

Me, too.

Wish I could go with you.

You're my queen.

Love you.

Hmm.

Hey, cuz.

Money's here. We gotta move fast.

Guatemalans came through?

Yep. Meeting us at the border.

Let me say bye to your mom.

Señora...

Good afternoon...

Thanks for the meal, best in Sinaloa as always. May God bless you.

- Take care. - I'll be in the car.

Señorita...

It's time, Mom.

I need to go now.

The Lord protects all his children.

In darkness and light.

Don't forget where you come from, son.

Take care, Mom.

God will watch over you.

What'd our guys in the police department find out?

Army's moved into the old Colegio Sagrado Corazon...

They got a few Jeeps on patrol loops.

Border crossing.

Airport.

You should take Ruth and the baby.

Get out of Tijuana.

You're all over TV, man. Shit's serious.

We spent years building relationships in Tijuana.

Now's the time to use them.

Running only makes us look guilty.

So we wait for your country club friends to clear our name?

No one's waiting, Pancho.

Barron's got two guys turning themselves in for the Cardinal.

The cholos are taking the fall?

That's right, Pancho.

Spooky and Puma.

We're giving their families 300K. They'll say what we want.

I'm meeting some of our friends today. Businessmen.

We need the right people speaking up for us now.

Want you there with me.

Listen. We're gonna be okay.

Fuck. Maybe better than before.

That was intense the other day, no?

Excuse me?

The shooting. Were you here? It was intense.

Yeah, it was crazy.

I was outside. Loading bags. When the shooting started.

See any of the gunmen?

Couldn't see anything.

Guess I was lucky.

Yeah. Lucky.

Plane I was loading got held at the gate.

Tower hold all flights while the shooting was going on?

No. Just mine.

- Okay. - Yeah. But...

it wasn't the tower. It was police.

Cops showed up pretty quick.

They were guarding the cabin door, waiting for someone to board.

Plane was headed...

To Tijuana.

- Tijuana? - Yeah.

Didn't see the guys who boarded. But they must be important.

TAESA never waits for anyone.

Well, I gotta go. More work to do...

TAESA...

They held the plane for Ramón Arellano. Witness confirmed it.

I checked for security cameras, there were two.

Get this.

Tapes are both missing.

Good work.

What time are you back?

Just need to get a comment from TAESA.

Be back in Tijuana tonight.

The boys prefer their fruit in smaller pieces.

Bring another plate, please.

Darling...

Tell your brother his friend is welcome to stay for lunch.

What, you can sing now, too?

Got flows, man...

Says who, your girl?

Nah, bitch. Yours.

Check out this fucking guy.

What, your bro doesn't talk?

Silent, but deadly.

He's like the invisible man.

Everybody's talking about that thing at the airport.

Shit was crazy.

I bet.

Isn't it dangerous,

moving coke 'cross the border now?

I mean...

with the army in town?

I drive a fucking S-Class, bro!

Army's not looking for guys like us.

Why Ramón's smart.

Has us moving weight now.

Making moves.

My man. "Silent, but deadly."

Know how to drive?

He doesn't do runs.

C'mon, those rosy cheeks and shit?

That baby face could be making you serious cash.

Whoo!

Yeah.

I could do runs.

Bro...

Smell that money, huh?

What?

I can.

He can.

Invisible man's gonna be an earner!

Whoo!

"When I discover who I am, I'll be free."

Invisible Man.

Ralph Ellison.

High school's over, motherfucker.

Fuck. I like you, kid.

Don't listen to him. Stay you.

Whoo!

Those shoes come in men's sizes, too?

Man, fuck you.

You should talk, asshole.

You forget your key again?

No.

What's up?

DEA is sending me down to Tijuana.

There's this new task force.

Looks like Mexico's getting serious about cleaning shit up, so...

You didn't have to sit out here to tell me you're going on a work trip.

It's not a work trip.

I'm gonna be gone for a few months.

When do you leave?

They need me there tomorrow.

Look, Dani, nothing's gonna change.

I'm still transferring to Chicago, it's just not gonna be next week.

Dani.

Dani. Look at me.

Come on, Walt.

- I have to go. - Why?

Because it's my job.

Did they ask you, or did you ask them?

- I don't see why that matters. - Answer the question.

I asked them.

Now, can we go inside and talk?

Dani.

Why does it mean so much to you, going to Tijuana?

- Look... - Stop saying "your job."

What do you want me to say?

You know what your job is, Walt?

It's... a front.

Cover.

A cover for what?

I don't know.

Dani.

Go home, Walt. Sounds like you need to pack.

I have work to do.

Dani, I wanna talk about it.

Dani!

These the guys?

Fucking Guatemalans.

Good day, Colonel.

You guys made good time.

We appreciate the hospitality.

Welcome.

Have what we discussed?

Yes, sir.

Follow my men's truck.

Thanks.

Someone should get word to district command.

A dangerous Mexican fugitive's been spotted.

They're probably running late.

Yeah. Traffic maybe.

Yeah.

- Thought it was a nice service. - Yes.

Come on.

What did you like best?

Um, well...

I'll see you back at home.

Good day.

Mrs. Barragan.

Officer Tapia.

Been a while since I've seen you here at church.

Teresa's still missing.

I know.

I've been...

You told me she never came home.

When's the last time you saw her?

When I went along with her to catch the bus.

The bus that takes her to work.

At the Parque Industrial.

Hmm.

By...

the new maquilas?

She worked at the autoparts factory.

Yeah.

Why?

Why are you asking these questions now?

Teresa's been gone for months.

Yes. I know.

No one disappears just like that.

- My wife's waiting, Señora Barragan. - Listen...

- My girl... she was a good girl. - Yes.

- I'll let you know if I hear anything. - She was a good girl!

Yes.

Fuck these guys, Mín.

We don't need these fuckers.

Yeah, man. We do.

These guys were our bridge to the politicians.

Let's go home.

Meet you in the car.

Father Baiz, this is Benjamín...

Please return my call.

Mr. Hank...

Andréa Nuñez, La Voz.

La Voz...

We're doing a story on the murder of Cardinal Posadas.

We have sources confirming a TAESA flight was held up until the shooting stopped.

So Ramón Arellano Félix could board.

Any comment?

Excuse me, Carlitos.

Sweetheart...

Why would my airline assist a criminal?

Okay, then.

I think Mr. Salgado could do better than send a little girl

who can't keep simple facts straight.

Things must be bad at La Voz.

So no comment on the financial ties between the Arellanos

and the casino owned by your family in Tijuana?

Remember to check in with San Diego, once you get settled in.

I heard Jack Dorian's GS on the American side.

Jack's solid. Keep him in the loop.

I will.

Sure about this?

How'd Dani take it?

'Bout as good as you'd expect.

Good luck, Walt.

♪ Well I feel pretty good ♪

♪ And I guess that I could get crazy Now baby ♪

♪ 'Cause we all got in tune ♪

♪ And when the dressing room got hazy... ♪

Welcome to Tijuana.

Thanks.

♪ I know how you want it child Hot, quick and tight ♪

Walter?

♪ Let me up on the stand ♪

♪ Yes, I'm starting to sweat You know my shirt's all wet ♪

♪ What a feeling ♪

♪ In the sound that abounds ♪

♪ And resounds And rebounds off the ceiling ♪

The American's here.

Least they sent one who speaks Spanish.

He was on the team that captured Félix Gallardo.

With Calderoni, no less.

Not sure that's the kind of help we need.

I want to know why Agent Breslin can't get enough of Mexico.

They didn't put that in his file.

Carmen, can you take the baby?

What's wrong with her, Ruth?

She won't drink her milk. She keeps crying, she keeps coughing,

all night and day.

She's sick, Benjamín.

Heard back from your friends?

What do you think?

Not yet.

- Everything okay? - Yeah.

I need to take this.

Yes?

General Rebollo will see you now.

Agent Breslin. Welcome.

You must be tired from your trip.

We can talk over dinner.

Ah, I'm good to go, General.

- I see you're building a wiretap room. - Mm.

Gonna give us real time or delayed chatter?

I'd be very happy to arrange a briefing for you, if you'd like.

I understand you requested a transfer to the task force.

Before DEA, I was military.

Mm. That so?

With all due respect, sir, um, I'm here to get shit done.

DC's got a lot riding on this, and, well...

you win, we win.

You spent a lot of time in Mexico, huh?

I have.

So what keeps bringing you back?

You like our culture, or is it something else?

Guess I work the action, sir.

Not enough action in El Paso?

Not like here, I suppose.

So, Agent Breslin...

are you a religious man?

Is that relevant?

That something I need to know?

My men are not used to having a foreigner around,

but they will learn.

My orders are to share all task force intel with DC.

Supervisor in San Diego wants daily reports, so...

Hmm. Good. Let's get started.

I'm sending a team to pick up two men who just turned themselves in

and confessed to killing the Cardinal. You should go supervise the pickup.

Any chance these clowns were actually involved?

They are members of the Logan Heights gang from San Diego.

- AFO shooters. - That's right.

Providencio will fill you in.

Thank you, General.

Might want to put on a helmet.

He's been looking for you.

I understand.

Thank you.

When were you going to tell me you went to see Hank?

I just got back.

You jeopardized a story we've been working on for months.

His lawyers called.

You told me to work the story.

We needed a comment.

I said to run things by me first, Andréa.

You went too far.

"Neither Carlos Hank nor anyone at TAESA had any knowledge

of this tragic crime at the Guadalajara airport."

Of course that's what his lawyers would say.

"If La Voz prints any allegation of ties to money laundering

with the Arellano Félix family,

Mr. Hank will take immediate legal action against the newspaper and its reporters."

You're amused, Andréa?

I only asked about financial ties between the casino and the Arellano Félix family.

I never said anything about money laundering.

Worry less about looking smart,

and more about being smart.

If something solid comes up, bring it to me. If not...

move on.

Tell the guys we're leaving.

Mín...

- You heard back from your businessmen? - No.

But Father Baiz returned my call.

You called Father Baiz?

People think we murdered a Cardinal, Enedina!

Who's gonna help us, huh?

We need the church on our side.

He can help us.

I thought he was avoiding me, like everyone else. But he called.

He is gonna help us.

Mín.

Francisco was right.

You need to leave Tijuana.

If you get arrested, our whole organization collapses.

We lose everything, Benjamín.

I run, it looks like we did something wrong.

Like we're fucking criminals.

We are criminals.

If Father Baiz comes out in support of our family -

people will see it's safe to stand by us.

That nothing's changed.

Every day I think about that moment I told Claudio to go out with you.

I was distracted then

by the dream of being someone else.

I'm not anymore.

I know who I am.

This dream you have of being some fucking businessman...

It's over.

No.

We can fix this.

Hmm?

Let's go -

Are you high?

Not really.

I'm worried about Benjamín.

This it? It's just us?

Wait here.

Less local cops know about the task force, the better.

"Milk run"?

A what run?

General Rebollo ordered us to pick up two suspects.

That's what this is.

No, it's not. Two transports were idling outside the base.

There must have been 20 guys...

Watch the vehicle.

Where the fuck are they?

Not here.

Fuck.

This is Santo Zero-Two.

We're in position. Perimeter, what's your status?

Your guys, turning themselves in...

They know what to say?

They're solid?

I grew up with their older brothers.

They're solid.

Good.

Santo Zero-Four. Perimeter set.

Target's 20 blocks out.

Heading to Reforma and Jiménez.

Closed off. Nobody goes through.

Closed off, sir. Closed off.

Clear the street!

We're late again. Here...

Hurry-

Did you bring your English book?

This is it.

Father, stand so he can see you.

You won't hurt him?

No, Father.

You're doing the right thing, but he needs to come inside.

Target spotted.

Approaching position one.

All teams stand by.

Prepare to engage.

Stay in the truck.

Go now!

Go, go!

Block the road!

Block the road!

Cut 'em off!

Stay down, lady! Stay down!

Get out of here, go!

They're coming back!

Target on the move!

Here - keep it -

- Stop! Drop it! - Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

- DEA! - Drop the gun!

- I have identification. - Don't move or we'll fire!

Run!

We're boxed in!

We gotta run!

Benjamín!

Let's go!

Benjamín!

You have to run, Benjamín!

Let's go!

Let's roll!

General, target's on the move. Permission to pursue.

Sir! Permission to pursue?

They're outside the secure zone.

Do not pursue.

Hold your fire.

Stop! Stop!

Do not pursue. I repeat, do not pursue.

Why aren't you going after him?

General's orders.

Fucking kidding me.

Fuck them!

Fuck yeah, Benjamín. They can go fuck themselves!

We fucked 'em up, bro!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Move this thing! Go, go, go!

What's up, Blue?

What do they call your sister again?

Fucking Blue.

Bro.

Bro.

What's up? You good, man?

- Yeah, I'm cool. - Dreaming about Blue's sister's ass?

That ass is unforgettable.

Just got off the phone.

Army almost caught Benjamín Arellano Félix.

No more country club weddings.

Progress, isn't it?

Things are going to get worse in Tijuana.

All over Mexico.

Men like Hank won't give up power till it's taken from them.

Ruth's packing.

She was really scared, Benjamín.

I wanted to turn this into something no one could ever take away from us.

I know.

You were right.

Francisco's smart, but he's not you.

You can handle things here, while I'm gone.

I'll do whatever I have to to keep this family safe.

I promise.

It all got fucked up.

I never wanted this for you.

My point is, letting Benjamín Arellano go

makes us look weak and uncommitted.

Us or you?

I gave an assignment. You didn't find it interesting.

With all due respect, that assignment was bullshit, sir.

It is very American of you.

You had him boxed in. You had over a dozen guys there.

- You had military... - Filling the streets

with dead civilians will do nothing to stop drug trafficking. Nothing.

We offered 15 million pesos for information on Chapo Guzmán.

More money than people can make here in a lifetime.

No one came forward.

- Why? - 'Cause they don't trust the government.

So, how are men like you and me, Agent Breslin...

How are we to fight that kind of thinking, huh?

With more bullets?

People are going to get hurt.

That's the reality of it, sir.

Let's be honest.

Your government would not be supporting this operation

if NAFTA were not on the horizon.

And neither would mine.

A famous cardinal getting killed in cartel cross fire...

That is simply bad for the trade deal.

Yeah. I imagine it might be.

So this whole operation

is political.

Which means it will not last.

But while it does,

I'm not just gonna go after the men responsible for the cardinal's murder,

I'm going after all the drug traffickers in Mexico.

Every single one of them.

To do that,

I need the Mexican people at my side.

That's why I'm here, Agent Breslin.

Now, why are you?

It's my job, sir.

Yes.

You said you like action.

If there is nothing else...

I was raised Presbyterian.

Didn't really stick.

I'm willing to get you whatever you need.

I can get you whatever you want. You just gotta tell me.

We lost Benjamín Arellano.

But a few hours ago, El Chapo Guzmán was arrested at the Guatemalan border.

He's in custody?

How the hell did that happen?

The officers who cut a deal to hide Guzmán...

turned right around and sold him to us.

Sometimes, greed works, too.

In June of '93,

Chapo Guzmán was turned over to Mexican authorities.

Sentenced to 20 years for weapons possession,

drug trafficking and involvement in the Cardinal's murder.

Up to then, Chapo had been mostly unknown.

A minor player.

Are you a drug dealer?

No, sir.

What do you do?

I am just a farmer.

His arrest and imprisonment, for as long as it lasted,

would change all that.

Of what?

Corn, beans.

But for now, Sinaloa was falling apart.

Why do you need guns?

I've never used guns.

And in Tijuana,

an army task force was hunting the Arellanos.

The old days were gone.

And the party was officially over.

I'm coming, baby. I'm coming.

Get in from the other side.

- I'm gonna say goodbye. - Yeah, me, too.

Take care.

We will.

Thank you, jerk.

Thank you.

It's okay.

Hi. I'm not here to take your call.

Leave me a message after the beep.

What are we doing down here?

Keep walking, princess -

Go on, asshole!

Keep moving, bitch.

Hey, show some hospitality to our new guest.

This fucking guard thinks he's tough.

But he'll let you shit in his mother's mouth

for the right price.

- Two thousand last time, right? - Yes, sir...

Right. Now fuck off.

Welcome.

Get comfortable, Chapito.

What I hear, you're gonna be here a while.