Narcos: Mexico (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - Episode #3.10 - full transcript
The arrest of General Rebollo
stunned Mexico City and Washington, DC.
It made guys calling the shots
look incompetent.
Corrupt.
Or maybe just clueless.
The General had been sold as a savior.
So respected, the US shared
its best intelligence with him.
And Mexico gave him command
of our entire anti-narcotics program.
The whole time,
he was on the Juárez cartel payroll.
Cannot believe this shit.
Hey.
Nice spot. Roomy.
Amado's gone.
But he's not getting out of the country.
Well, we got
a couple other addresses to check.
And a lead on his brother, Vicente.
You must have a good source in Juárez.
Rebollo being dirty
meant nothing was what it seemed.
Just weeks before the arrest,
America's drug czar had called him
a man of unquestioned integrity.
That quote didn't age well.
Now Rebollo faced 40 years in prison.
Amado Carillo Fuentes
was the most famous trafficker alive.
And any claim of progress
seemed like a bad joke.
It was a new low in America's drug war.
The only thing Mexico
and the US could agree on,
they needed Amado caught. Soon.
Relax.
Answer their fucking questions.
They'd just
have to find him first.
The search
for the mysterious Juárez Cartel boss,
Amado Carillo Fuentes, continues...
It's believed
the drug trafficker fled Juárez...
Question was,
would anyone besides
Amado and General Rebollo
be dragged into the spotlight?
Face justice?
♪ Heart breaker ♪
♪ You stole the love
Right out of my heart ♪
♪ Heart breaker, heart breaker... ♪
Still on hold?
No one at Citibank
knows where the accounts went.
They "vanished."
Hank's cleaning his tracks.
...don't believe me,
I'll bring it tomorrow -
show you it's true.
- See you later.
- Bye!
Hey. You need a ride?
Headed up past Las Flores.
That where you're going?
No thanks.
Not much further,
but you don't want to walk.
What just happened here?
You were just humoring me, weren't you?
You no more think
that I could be a TV weather girl
than you think Gracie could be a jockey.
Can I have one?
- You're an interesting guy, Alex.
- Thanks.
Maybe we can go for a drive later?
Check out the surfers.
We're supposed to stay put.
Hmm. At least
till you talk to the investigator.
You nervous about that?
I don't know. Not yet.
I'm gonna step outside for a minute.
Could we have Domino's again? For dinner?
Yeah, sure, man.
- How's it going in there?
- Pretty good.
What's "pretty good" mean?
Five days ago,
he found out his brother was murdered.
Since then he's been
drug across the border
and asked to testify
against a drug cartel. So...
Pretty good.
Um, he wants pizza for dinner.
- What, Jack?
- Need me to say it?
The Rebollo thing is a fucking disaster.
We helped Amado take out his competition.
You're saying
that's not in the DEA handbook?
Guys could lose
their jobs over this, Walt.
Yeah, well, maybe we all should, Jack.
Right.
Any word on Amado?
I mean, what's El Paso saying?
They're looking, all hands on deck.
Look, this kid's gonna say
what I need him to say?
Rebollo was a bad apple.
The price of doing business in Mexico.
That's what it is.
What's the word on his immunity?
I'm working on it.
Thought it was a done deal, Jack.
Alex Hodoyan is no fucking angel.
Hey, make sure
he wears long sleeves tomorrow,
with the investigators.
I don't want them asking
where those marks on his arm came from.
- We clear?
- Yeah, we're clear.
No sign of Amado.
Whole thing's going to shit.
Arellanos are coming back hard now.
At anyone who tested 'em...
Guys are turning on us?
They're scared, Chapo.
Lot of dead bodies on the street.
But with the Army out of Tijuana...
the border's opened up.
Bro, we're out of product -
Amado's fucking vanished!
Mayo got a plan to get us more shit?
Mayo's gone back to Mazatlán.
Arellanos have been looking for him...
No shit they are...
We should pull
the guys we still got outta Tijuana.
It looks bad keeping men on the ground,
when Mayo's fucked off.
Pulling back makes us look weak.
We aren't "pulling back," Arturo...
You fucking lost.
Call it what it is.
Truth is, it was always a dumb idea.
Time to cut our losses.
Let the guys know...
Palma's right.
Okay, boss.
- Is it done?
- It's done, sir.
Cell's packed. Transfer's signed.
Going somewhere?
Palma is.
Nice touch back there.
Letting the opinionated prick
ride out with a "win."
Let him know.
They're ready for you.
Good. Let's start...
Still nothing on Amado?
- Not yet...
- Stay on it.
Got an update from our guys in El Rubi -
Mayo's crew cleared out.
Great news, right?
...I'm back now.
The fucking Army's gone -
Things are going back to how they were.
Make that clear.
After all we've been through...
what matters is - we're still here.
The Arellano Felix family's back.
Stronger than ever...
- Cheers!
- God damn right!
- Cheers!
- Cheers.
Dina, wait up...
You good with this?
I'm glad
you're home, Benjamín.
Almost done fueling, sir.
Let's go.
Let's move.
What the fuck...
Let's go this way! Let's go!
Keep going!
Get to the plane!
Close the door!
Put these things on -
Fuck!
Flaps aren't working -
What does that mean, boss?
We can't take off.
We have to get out...
Go - now -
Let's go, sir! Let's go!
Oh, thanks, man.
Thanks.
You ready for tomorrow morning?
They are like lawyers, right?
Yeah.
Basically, you're...
an indictment on the Arellanos.
They just wanna know what you know.
Your bosses are worried
about what I'm gonna say?
Right?
General Rebollo made
a lot of people look stupid.
Look, at some point,
they're gonna ask you about what happened
at the base.
How long you were there, what went down.
Rebollo lied to you.
You shouldn't
get in trouble for believing him.
Don't worry,
I will tell the lawyers
what your bosses want them to hear.
My dad eats pizza with a knife and fork.
After they get what they need,
maybe I can go home, see my mom.
No, Alex, we talked about this, remember?
Yeah.
I can't go home
'cause I'm talking to the investigators.
The Arellanos will kill you
if you go back Tijuana.
They probably have someone
waiting at your parents' place.
Okay? You can't go back home, not yet.
I'm gonna make sure
that whatever comes next, you'll be okay.
Thanks.
Don't be nervous about tomorrow,
all right? We fucked up, not you.
Tell the lawyers whatever you want.
See you tomorrow, Walt.
See you tomorrow.
Andréa...
Heard back from the Minister's office.
It's a 'no.'
No press is getting access to Rebollo.
He's issuing a brief statement -
then no further comment.
This "statement"...
The usual.
Nothing about Hank.
I'm sorry.
But this is as far as it's going to go.
It's time for us to move on.
Right.
It's a hell of a story. Rebollo.
You earned a couple days off.
I'm okay.
Still have some follow-ups.
This was good work, Andrea.
Heard you're running
a story on the Arellanos.
With names and photos
of every associate we have on file.
They think
things are going back to 'normal'.
Seems like maybe
we should disappoint them.
Hmm?
I've been trying
to reach you - I was scared...
I know. Sorry...
You're okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
How long'll it take
to set up another flight out?
Not sure it matters.
Amado...
I get out, and what?
My face is everywhere...
It won't stop.
The man I burned,
he won't ever stop coming for me.
You can't think like that...
I want you to go to Chile without me.
Don't wait.
No -
I'll meet you. When I can.
What are you going to do?
I have one more thing I can try...
If it works...
we'll be good.
I'm not going without you. I'm not -
Marta. Chile's set...
The house, all of it.
Please. I'll meet you when it's safe.
I don't believe you...
Promise me that you'll come.
I can't do that...
But I'll do what I can.
This is our best option.
Talk soon.
Fuck.
Get out of the car!
Hey! Out of the car, asshole!
Out of the car!
Get out of here!
Go on...
Go!
There a problem, officer?
Come closer.
What is this, man?
You really a cop?
Stop.
Unbutton your shirt.
Come on, man.
You like her?
- I don't need her...
- I said take your shirt off!
Look, I have money in the car.
Take off the fucking shirt, asshole!
Sometimes these girls...
...I don't know,
they like it rough...
Morning.
Alex, open up.
Give me the key.
Alex?
Fuck!
The kid fucking bolted.
He went back to Tijuana.
- We don't know that.
- Well, we gotta get a team...
- Walt...
- The kid's in danger. He went home.
Trust me. Come on, Jack.
Fuck this kid, Walt.
We don't know where he is.
And maybe that's for the best.
Rebollo's toxic, man. He played us.
The fewer reminders of that
staring us in the face, the better.
The Arellanos are gonna kill him.
You know that.
Because of what we put him through.
"We"?
Walt, be smart about this.
The kid's immunity was a long shot.
It's time to move on.
Fuck!
...You slept late.
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah. Feeling good today.
Better watch out.
- Yeah, right.
- What?
- Hello?
- Hey, man.
Heard about Vicente?
Three more spots got hit last night -
He won't be in for long.
How the fuck are they getting all this?
Mmm. Who knows...
He wants some shit handled.
We got work tonight.
Yeah. Okay...
Pick you up at 10:00.
See you then.
Bye.
Rogelio worried?
Things'll settle down...
Bosses come and go.
What you've been doing.
Out at the factories...
With everything going on now...
I'm done with all that.
It's over.
You don't have to worry...
- Allow me.
- Oh!
You look so handsome washing dishes!
Oh, yeah?
- Should do it more often.
- Mmm.
You think I don't know this was you?
This shit with Mayo -
Start thinking you're a boss now?
Isn't personal, man.
You'll always be part of Sinaloa.
Sinaloa is my organization!
Not anymore, man.
Me and Mayo run things now.
Way it has to be.
This shit doesn't work without me -
Forget where you come from?
Take care.
He'll get over it...
The new prison in La Mira, it's nice.
Got ocean views...
He'll be sending you a postcard soon.
Look - you should reach out to Mayo.
See where he's at with new product...
'Shit with my nephew... He hasn't got long.
We'll figure something out.
What's up, man?
Wanna pull up a fucking chair?
You're out too, Neto.
Going with Palma to La Mira.
Already packed up your cell.
Didn't even see it coming.
Fuck...
Gotta act like a boss to be a boss, right?
Heard that somewhere.
Guys see you whispering in my ear
who's it look like's in charge?
Sounds like you got good advice.
Don't fucking touch me.
You'll be thanking me soon.
The prison in La Mira,
it's nice. Ocean views.
I ain't sending a postcard.
Fucking pricks.
Let's go...
- Morning.
- Good morning.
Anything else?
A lottery ticket.
Sure.
Damn.
Hey,
you can't come through here -
Tapia...
Thanks.
That you, Tapia?
Hey.
Was driving by...
Someone found a dead girl.
When our guy showed up,
wasn't one girl, was seven.
Fucker didn't even bury the last one.
Just dumped her here this morning.
This morning? Today?
Yeah...
Ground under her body was still wet.
You're sure - it was this morning?
Oh.
Any idea who did this?
Few of 'em have marks...
Bites and shit... One was strangled.
Our Tech says
it could be a couple of different killers,
using the same spot to dump bodies.
It's fucked up.
In the '90s,
the bodies of murdered women
began to appear
in the deserts outside Juárez.
Many of them, drawn to work in factories
that sprang up along the border.
They were parts of a machine.
Feeding a globalized economy.
And they were killed
because they were women.
Hundreds of them.
The femicide epidemic
was ignored by authorities for years.
Until a movement led by women in Juárez
began risking
their own lives to demand answers
and draw attention to the killings,
which continue to this day.
Alex?
Jack, it's me. What's up?
Found Alex Hodoyan.
Figured you'd wanna know.
Great, where is he? I'll go pick him up.
No, Walt.
Baja State cops found his body.
Hanging from an overpass.
The kid didn't last two hours.
There's nothing you could've done.
Walt, you still there?
If you're where I think you are,
you need to get your ass back up north.
Right. Thanks.
Hey. This your handwriting?
DEA liaison to the task force.
Embassy finally called me back...
Want me to call?
I'll do it.
Souvenirs from Mexico!
Gifts!
Souvenirs from Mexico!
Thanks for meeting me.
Surprised you're still in Tijuana.
Just for the day.
You are the DEA liaison agent
from General Rebollo's task force?
That's correct.
This is off the record.
I'll just take notes.
I won't use your name.
How long did you work with Rebollo?
I'm not here to talk about Rebollo.
You said your paper
broke the story on him, right?
You hear about a dual Mexican-US citizen
being held at the task force for weeks?
No lawyer?
Why didn't
you tell me you were coming?
Got our hands
on one of the Sinaloans -
Fucker talked.
What'd he give up?
Mayo.
He's in Mazatlán. At some high-rise...
We fucking got him, Enedina.
What did Benjamín say?
Haven't told him...
Came to you first.
I'll talk to Benjamín...
Get some men, go to Mazatlán...
Kill that fucker.
The torture...
did it work?
It always works, to a point.
When did it stop?
Your drinks.
Thanks.
Alex talked
'cause of his brother.
He was trying to save him.
Why'd he think
cooperating would save his brother?
'Cause I told him it would.
Did the information from Hodoyan's torture
lead to any arrests?
No, it did not.
Did anything come out of it?
It got him killed.
You're younger than I figured.
When he was being held without a lawyer,
when he was being tortured,
supervisors in the DEA knew?
Made it pretty clear
that they didn't want to, officially.
But yeah.
They knew what was happening.
We were running out of time.
Doing this, you get lost.
You ever want something
that you couldn't get?
No matter how hard you pushed?
What do you do when that happens?
I don't know.
Learn to stop wanting it.
I won't use your name.
But this could still come back on you.
Agent Breslin, why are you talking to me?
Everyone's talking about Rebollo,
but it's not that simple.
We're not the good guys.
I'm not a good guy.
URGENT CARE
Welcome. Follow me, please.
The doctors will be in to see you shortly.
Heading out?
Yeah...
Everything okay?
You been drinking?
Yeah. I have.
I was wrong.
I couldn't stop it.
I can't...
I thought one man was doing it,
but it's not.
There's more...
You mean the girls? Out by the factories?
Hmm.
I gotta go.
Victor...
What's up, you ready?
Yeah.
- Luis, shall we?
- Good night, boss.
Where does this guy live?
Not much further.
LA VOZ
THE MAFIA RETURNS TO TIJUANA
For the third day in a row,
negotiations continued
behind closed doors...
Get down!
Oh, shit!
A round fired
by his men hit the curb
and struck David Barron in the left eye.
Turned out
the Arellanos' legendary enforcer
wasn't indestructible after all.
The motive for the attack was obvious
to anyone paying attention.
Over 40 journalists
were murdered in Mexico in the '90s.
Assassinated for telling the truth.
This it?
Yeah...
What're we
really doing out here, man?
How long
you been working for the DEA?
It's not what you think.
If you're gonna do it, then do it.
The authorities finally got
an anonymous tip on Amado's location.
It's not my fault!
We tried to revive him - we tried -
He knew the risks!
On July 7th, 1997,
Amado Carillo Fuentes died in Mexico City.
His heart gave out while undergoing
plastic surgery to alter his appearance.
Amado's time had run out.
Welcome to Chile...
US officials expect
a major power struggle among drug cartels
now that Mexico's
number-one drug kingpin is dead.
Carrillo Fuentes,
known as the Lord of the Skies, has died.
His body was identified
by authorities at a clinic in Mexico City...
When asked
about Carillo Fuentes,
Carlos Hank Gonzaléz
said he had no comment.
He out of surgery?
Who knows -
Call me if anything changes.
I'll be at the office...
Andrea - what for?
He'd want this in the paper tomorrow.
Carlos Hank Gonzaléz
died in 2001
surrounded by family and friends.
Over 2,000 people attended his funeral.
A statue of him
still stands outside Mexico City.
In 1998, American law enforcement
launched an investigation
tying Hank
to drug cartels and money laundering.
Operation White Tiger.
When word got out,
Hank's allies on both sides of the border
had the investigation shut down.
Janet Reno ended up
issuing him an apology.
Sometimes the truth isn't enough.
But if you let that stop you...
I think you aren't doing your job.
Song's about meth...
The lyrics.
Crazy, right?
We should get some.
Totally.
Stay cool.
Check this out...
I brought the "badge."
Turn it down.
Problem, officer? All good?
We're in town on, like, an investigation...
OFFICE OF THE ATTORNEY GENERAL OF MEXICO
Working hard, man...
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car!
Guess I'm getting out.
- Relax, bro.
- Hands on the car.
I told you we're here working...
Hey, relax bro.
Chill out...
Nice boots there.
Shut up. Head down...
Fuck you, asshole!
Drop it, asshole! Drop it!
Fuck you!
Ramón...
Fuck, man...
Hello?
Enedina. Hey...
Heard your family's looking for me...
Not for much longer...
We have nothing to discuss, Mayo.
Not sure that's true...
Your brother, Ramón...
ran into some trouble down here.
I wouldn't wait up for him...
Hey, Enedina...
What happened?
Following
the news on Amado?
They're doing some horseshit
with the body.
Corpse IDed by the Mex Feds
up and vanished.
The two surgeons
who operated on him turned up dead.
In a couple of oil drums outside Jalisco.
Payback?
Who the fuck knows?
Mexico.
The war on drugs.
Are you sure the drugs are winning?
Yeah.
Yeah, might be.
Got your mind set on transferring?
Yeah.
Think El Paso's done with me.
So, what's your next move?
Think I'm gonna take some time,
try and figure some of my own bullshit.
I have to sooner or later.
I hear Chicago
can always use a good agent.
You talk to Dani lately?
I fucked that up pretty good.
Not sure
she'd give me the chance to fix it.
Well, all you can do is be honest.
With her.
Yourself.
Yeah.
I heard about Ramón...
How'd you do it?
Had my guys dress like cops.
Hit him on the highway.
Was my idea. Puerto Vallarta...
Ahead of its time.
They with you?
My guys.
Listen, Chapo...
That piece of border we been looking for...
Think I found it...
Juárez.
Amado's gone.
Time we made a move.
Heard his brother's
gonna try to hold on to it.
Don't see Vicente fitting in.
Shit's strange...
Amado. Way it went down...
He's gone, not coming back.
The future, it's ours. Belongs to Sinaloa.
Might be time to rethink
your living arrangement.
Brother, I need you back home.
Look, I don't know
how much of this you wanna hear.
I wasn't happy with who I was.
Figured anyone that was close to me
would see that too.
Sooner or later.
So I went looking for something.
Something that'd make me...
I don't know, worthy.
And the whole time, I'm just...
making shit worse and hurting more people.
Thank you.
There is no fixing it.
That's what I finally figured out.
I don't know, look, I'm sorry.
I know this is a lot to hit you with, but...
That's why we go to the meetings, man.
You get older, doesn't mean you get wiser.
You know, I got two marriages.
Daughter won't talk to me.
Some grandkids I never met.
Believe me when I tell you, man,
shit isn't easy.
I mean, I've been out four years, okay?
Still trying to make...
I'm still trying to make things right.
Yeah.
I know one thing.
Seventy grand never hurts.
No, it does not.
Drive here?
Yeah, truck's in the back.
I'm gonna make a call.
So go ahead and follow me.
- Meet my other guy.
- Sounds good, Bobby.
- Thanks.
- ...with the check.
Target's making the call.
Setting a meet.
Stand by in the parking lot.
stunned Mexico City and Washington, DC.
It made guys calling the shots
look incompetent.
Corrupt.
Or maybe just clueless.
The General had been sold as a savior.
So respected, the US shared
its best intelligence with him.
And Mexico gave him command
of our entire anti-narcotics program.
The whole time,
he was on the Juárez cartel payroll.
Cannot believe this shit.
Hey.
Nice spot. Roomy.
Amado's gone.
But he's not getting out of the country.
Well, we got
a couple other addresses to check.
And a lead on his brother, Vicente.
You must have a good source in Juárez.
Rebollo being dirty
meant nothing was what it seemed.
Just weeks before the arrest,
America's drug czar had called him
a man of unquestioned integrity.
That quote didn't age well.
Now Rebollo faced 40 years in prison.
Amado Carillo Fuentes
was the most famous trafficker alive.
And any claim of progress
seemed like a bad joke.
It was a new low in America's drug war.
The only thing Mexico
and the US could agree on,
they needed Amado caught. Soon.
Relax.
Answer their fucking questions.
They'd just
have to find him first.
The search
for the mysterious Juárez Cartel boss,
Amado Carillo Fuentes, continues...
It's believed
the drug trafficker fled Juárez...
Question was,
would anyone besides
Amado and General Rebollo
be dragged into the spotlight?
Face justice?
♪ Heart breaker ♪
♪ You stole the love
Right out of my heart ♪
♪ Heart breaker, heart breaker... ♪
Still on hold?
No one at Citibank
knows where the accounts went.
They "vanished."
Hank's cleaning his tracks.
...don't believe me,
I'll bring it tomorrow -
show you it's true.
- See you later.
- Bye!
Hey. You need a ride?
Headed up past Las Flores.
That where you're going?
No thanks.
Not much further,
but you don't want to walk.
What just happened here?
You were just humoring me, weren't you?
You no more think
that I could be a TV weather girl
than you think Gracie could be a jockey.
Can I have one?
- You're an interesting guy, Alex.
- Thanks.
Maybe we can go for a drive later?
Check out the surfers.
We're supposed to stay put.
Hmm. At least
till you talk to the investigator.
You nervous about that?
I don't know. Not yet.
I'm gonna step outside for a minute.
Could we have Domino's again? For dinner?
Yeah, sure, man.
- How's it going in there?
- Pretty good.
What's "pretty good" mean?
Five days ago,
he found out his brother was murdered.
Since then he's been
drug across the border
and asked to testify
against a drug cartel. So...
Pretty good.
Um, he wants pizza for dinner.
- What, Jack?
- Need me to say it?
The Rebollo thing is a fucking disaster.
We helped Amado take out his competition.
You're saying
that's not in the DEA handbook?
Guys could lose
their jobs over this, Walt.
Yeah, well, maybe we all should, Jack.
Right.
Any word on Amado?
I mean, what's El Paso saying?
They're looking, all hands on deck.
Look, this kid's gonna say
what I need him to say?
Rebollo was a bad apple.
The price of doing business in Mexico.
That's what it is.
What's the word on his immunity?
I'm working on it.
Thought it was a done deal, Jack.
Alex Hodoyan is no fucking angel.
Hey, make sure
he wears long sleeves tomorrow,
with the investigators.
I don't want them asking
where those marks on his arm came from.
- We clear?
- Yeah, we're clear.
No sign of Amado.
Whole thing's going to shit.
Arellanos are coming back hard now.
At anyone who tested 'em...
Guys are turning on us?
They're scared, Chapo.
Lot of dead bodies on the street.
But with the Army out of Tijuana...
the border's opened up.
Bro, we're out of product -
Amado's fucking vanished!
Mayo got a plan to get us more shit?
Mayo's gone back to Mazatlán.
Arellanos have been looking for him...
No shit they are...
We should pull
the guys we still got outta Tijuana.
It looks bad keeping men on the ground,
when Mayo's fucked off.
Pulling back makes us look weak.
We aren't "pulling back," Arturo...
You fucking lost.
Call it what it is.
Truth is, it was always a dumb idea.
Time to cut our losses.
Let the guys know...
Palma's right.
Okay, boss.
- Is it done?
- It's done, sir.
Cell's packed. Transfer's signed.
Going somewhere?
Palma is.
Nice touch back there.
Letting the opinionated prick
ride out with a "win."
Let him know.
They're ready for you.
Good. Let's start...
Still nothing on Amado?
- Not yet...
- Stay on it.
Got an update from our guys in El Rubi -
Mayo's crew cleared out.
Great news, right?
...I'm back now.
The fucking Army's gone -
Things are going back to how they were.
Make that clear.
After all we've been through...
what matters is - we're still here.
The Arellano Felix family's back.
Stronger than ever...
- Cheers!
- God damn right!
- Cheers!
- Cheers.
Dina, wait up...
You good with this?
I'm glad
you're home, Benjamín.
Almost done fueling, sir.
Let's go.
Let's move.
What the fuck...
Let's go this way! Let's go!
Keep going!
Get to the plane!
Close the door!
Put these things on -
Fuck!
Flaps aren't working -
What does that mean, boss?
We can't take off.
We have to get out...
Go - now -
Let's go, sir! Let's go!
Oh, thanks, man.
Thanks.
You ready for tomorrow morning?
They are like lawyers, right?
Yeah.
Basically, you're...
an indictment on the Arellanos.
They just wanna know what you know.
Your bosses are worried
about what I'm gonna say?
Right?
General Rebollo made
a lot of people look stupid.
Look, at some point,
they're gonna ask you about what happened
at the base.
How long you were there, what went down.
Rebollo lied to you.
You shouldn't
get in trouble for believing him.
Don't worry,
I will tell the lawyers
what your bosses want them to hear.
My dad eats pizza with a knife and fork.
After they get what they need,
maybe I can go home, see my mom.
No, Alex, we talked about this, remember?
Yeah.
I can't go home
'cause I'm talking to the investigators.
The Arellanos will kill you
if you go back Tijuana.
They probably have someone
waiting at your parents' place.
Okay? You can't go back home, not yet.
I'm gonna make sure
that whatever comes next, you'll be okay.
Thanks.
Don't be nervous about tomorrow,
all right? We fucked up, not you.
Tell the lawyers whatever you want.
See you tomorrow, Walt.
See you tomorrow.
Andréa...
Heard back from the Minister's office.
It's a 'no.'
No press is getting access to Rebollo.
He's issuing a brief statement -
then no further comment.
This "statement"...
The usual.
Nothing about Hank.
I'm sorry.
But this is as far as it's going to go.
It's time for us to move on.
Right.
It's a hell of a story. Rebollo.
You earned a couple days off.
I'm okay.
Still have some follow-ups.
This was good work, Andrea.
Heard you're running
a story on the Arellanos.
With names and photos
of every associate we have on file.
They think
things are going back to 'normal'.
Seems like maybe
we should disappoint them.
Hmm?
I've been trying
to reach you - I was scared...
I know. Sorry...
You're okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
How long'll it take
to set up another flight out?
Not sure it matters.
Amado...
I get out, and what?
My face is everywhere...
It won't stop.
The man I burned,
he won't ever stop coming for me.
You can't think like that...
I want you to go to Chile without me.
Don't wait.
No -
I'll meet you. When I can.
What are you going to do?
I have one more thing I can try...
If it works...
we'll be good.
I'm not going without you. I'm not -
Marta. Chile's set...
The house, all of it.
Please. I'll meet you when it's safe.
I don't believe you...
Promise me that you'll come.
I can't do that...
But I'll do what I can.
This is our best option.
Talk soon.
Fuck.
Get out of the car!
Hey! Out of the car, asshole!
Out of the car!
Get out of here!
Go on...
Go!
There a problem, officer?
Come closer.
What is this, man?
You really a cop?
Stop.
Unbutton your shirt.
Come on, man.
You like her?
- I don't need her...
- I said take your shirt off!
Look, I have money in the car.
Take off the fucking shirt, asshole!
Sometimes these girls...
...I don't know,
they like it rough...
Morning.
Alex, open up.
Give me the key.
Alex?
Fuck!
The kid fucking bolted.
He went back to Tijuana.
- We don't know that.
- Well, we gotta get a team...
- Walt...
- The kid's in danger. He went home.
Trust me. Come on, Jack.
Fuck this kid, Walt.
We don't know where he is.
And maybe that's for the best.
Rebollo's toxic, man. He played us.
The fewer reminders of that
staring us in the face, the better.
The Arellanos are gonna kill him.
You know that.
Because of what we put him through.
"We"?
Walt, be smart about this.
The kid's immunity was a long shot.
It's time to move on.
Fuck!
...You slept late.
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah. Feeling good today.
Better watch out.
- Yeah, right.
- What?
- Hello?
- Hey, man.
Heard about Vicente?
Three more spots got hit last night -
He won't be in for long.
How the fuck are they getting all this?
Mmm. Who knows...
He wants some shit handled.
We got work tonight.
Yeah. Okay...
Pick you up at 10:00.
See you then.
Bye.
Rogelio worried?
Things'll settle down...
Bosses come and go.
What you've been doing.
Out at the factories...
With everything going on now...
I'm done with all that.
It's over.
You don't have to worry...
- Allow me.
- Oh!
You look so handsome washing dishes!
Oh, yeah?
- Should do it more often.
- Mmm.
You think I don't know this was you?
This shit with Mayo -
Start thinking you're a boss now?
Isn't personal, man.
You'll always be part of Sinaloa.
Sinaloa is my organization!
Not anymore, man.
Me and Mayo run things now.
Way it has to be.
This shit doesn't work without me -
Forget where you come from?
Take care.
He'll get over it...
The new prison in La Mira, it's nice.
Got ocean views...
He'll be sending you a postcard soon.
Look - you should reach out to Mayo.
See where he's at with new product...
'Shit with my nephew... He hasn't got long.
We'll figure something out.
What's up, man?
Wanna pull up a fucking chair?
You're out too, Neto.
Going with Palma to La Mira.
Already packed up your cell.
Didn't even see it coming.
Fuck...
Gotta act like a boss to be a boss, right?
Heard that somewhere.
Guys see you whispering in my ear
who's it look like's in charge?
Sounds like you got good advice.
Don't fucking touch me.
You'll be thanking me soon.
The prison in La Mira,
it's nice. Ocean views.
I ain't sending a postcard.
Fucking pricks.
Let's go...
- Morning.
- Good morning.
Anything else?
A lottery ticket.
Sure.
Damn.
Hey,
you can't come through here -
Tapia...
Thanks.
That you, Tapia?
Hey.
Was driving by...
Someone found a dead girl.
When our guy showed up,
wasn't one girl, was seven.
Fucker didn't even bury the last one.
Just dumped her here this morning.
This morning? Today?
Yeah...
Ground under her body was still wet.
You're sure - it was this morning?
Oh.
Any idea who did this?
Few of 'em have marks...
Bites and shit... One was strangled.
Our Tech says
it could be a couple of different killers,
using the same spot to dump bodies.
It's fucked up.
In the '90s,
the bodies of murdered women
began to appear
in the deserts outside Juárez.
Many of them, drawn to work in factories
that sprang up along the border.
They were parts of a machine.
Feeding a globalized economy.
And they were killed
because they were women.
Hundreds of them.
The femicide epidemic
was ignored by authorities for years.
Until a movement led by women in Juárez
began risking
their own lives to demand answers
and draw attention to the killings,
which continue to this day.
Alex?
Jack, it's me. What's up?
Found Alex Hodoyan.
Figured you'd wanna know.
Great, where is he? I'll go pick him up.
No, Walt.
Baja State cops found his body.
Hanging from an overpass.
The kid didn't last two hours.
There's nothing you could've done.
Walt, you still there?
If you're where I think you are,
you need to get your ass back up north.
Right. Thanks.
Hey. This your handwriting?
DEA liaison to the task force.
Embassy finally called me back...
Want me to call?
I'll do it.
Souvenirs from Mexico!
Gifts!
Souvenirs from Mexico!
Thanks for meeting me.
Surprised you're still in Tijuana.
Just for the day.
You are the DEA liaison agent
from General Rebollo's task force?
That's correct.
This is off the record.
I'll just take notes.
I won't use your name.
How long did you work with Rebollo?
I'm not here to talk about Rebollo.
You said your paper
broke the story on him, right?
You hear about a dual Mexican-US citizen
being held at the task force for weeks?
No lawyer?
Why didn't
you tell me you were coming?
Got our hands
on one of the Sinaloans -
Fucker talked.
What'd he give up?
Mayo.
He's in Mazatlán. At some high-rise...
We fucking got him, Enedina.
What did Benjamín say?
Haven't told him...
Came to you first.
I'll talk to Benjamín...
Get some men, go to Mazatlán...
Kill that fucker.
The torture...
did it work?
It always works, to a point.
When did it stop?
Your drinks.
Thanks.
Alex talked
'cause of his brother.
He was trying to save him.
Why'd he think
cooperating would save his brother?
'Cause I told him it would.
Did the information from Hodoyan's torture
lead to any arrests?
No, it did not.
Did anything come out of it?
It got him killed.
You're younger than I figured.
When he was being held without a lawyer,
when he was being tortured,
supervisors in the DEA knew?
Made it pretty clear
that they didn't want to, officially.
But yeah.
They knew what was happening.
We were running out of time.
Doing this, you get lost.
You ever want something
that you couldn't get?
No matter how hard you pushed?
What do you do when that happens?
I don't know.
Learn to stop wanting it.
I won't use your name.
But this could still come back on you.
Agent Breslin, why are you talking to me?
Everyone's talking about Rebollo,
but it's not that simple.
We're not the good guys.
I'm not a good guy.
URGENT CARE
Welcome. Follow me, please.
The doctors will be in to see you shortly.
Heading out?
Yeah...
Everything okay?
You been drinking?
Yeah. I have.
I was wrong.
I couldn't stop it.
I can't...
I thought one man was doing it,
but it's not.
There's more...
You mean the girls? Out by the factories?
Hmm.
I gotta go.
Victor...
What's up, you ready?
Yeah.
- Luis, shall we?
- Good night, boss.
Where does this guy live?
Not much further.
LA VOZ
THE MAFIA RETURNS TO TIJUANA
For the third day in a row,
negotiations continued
behind closed doors...
Get down!
Oh, shit!
A round fired
by his men hit the curb
and struck David Barron in the left eye.
Turned out
the Arellanos' legendary enforcer
wasn't indestructible after all.
The motive for the attack was obvious
to anyone paying attention.
Over 40 journalists
were murdered in Mexico in the '90s.
Assassinated for telling the truth.
This it?
Yeah...
What're we
really doing out here, man?
How long
you been working for the DEA?
It's not what you think.
If you're gonna do it, then do it.
The authorities finally got
an anonymous tip on Amado's location.
It's not my fault!
We tried to revive him - we tried -
He knew the risks!
On July 7th, 1997,
Amado Carillo Fuentes died in Mexico City.
His heart gave out while undergoing
plastic surgery to alter his appearance.
Amado's time had run out.
Welcome to Chile...
US officials expect
a major power struggle among drug cartels
now that Mexico's
number-one drug kingpin is dead.
Carrillo Fuentes,
known as the Lord of the Skies, has died.
His body was identified
by authorities at a clinic in Mexico City...
When asked
about Carillo Fuentes,
Carlos Hank Gonzaléz
said he had no comment.
He out of surgery?
Who knows -
Call me if anything changes.
I'll be at the office...
Andrea - what for?
He'd want this in the paper tomorrow.
Carlos Hank Gonzaléz
died in 2001
surrounded by family and friends.
Over 2,000 people attended his funeral.
A statue of him
still stands outside Mexico City.
In 1998, American law enforcement
launched an investigation
tying Hank
to drug cartels and money laundering.
Operation White Tiger.
When word got out,
Hank's allies on both sides of the border
had the investigation shut down.
Janet Reno ended up
issuing him an apology.
Sometimes the truth isn't enough.
But if you let that stop you...
I think you aren't doing your job.
Song's about meth...
The lyrics.
Crazy, right?
We should get some.
Totally.
Stay cool.
Check this out...
I brought the "badge."
Turn it down.
Problem, officer? All good?
We're in town on, like, an investigation...
OFFICE OF THE ATTORNEY GENERAL OF MEXICO
Working hard, man...
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car!
Guess I'm getting out.
- Relax, bro.
- Hands on the car.
I told you we're here working...
Hey, relax bro.
Chill out...
Nice boots there.
Shut up. Head down...
Fuck you, asshole!
Drop it, asshole! Drop it!
Fuck you!
Ramón...
Fuck, man...
Hello?
Enedina. Hey...
Heard your family's looking for me...
Not for much longer...
We have nothing to discuss, Mayo.
Not sure that's true...
Your brother, Ramón...
ran into some trouble down here.
I wouldn't wait up for him...
Hey, Enedina...
What happened?
Following
the news on Amado?
They're doing some horseshit
with the body.
Corpse IDed by the Mex Feds
up and vanished.
The two surgeons
who operated on him turned up dead.
In a couple of oil drums outside Jalisco.
Payback?
Who the fuck knows?
Mexico.
The war on drugs.
Are you sure the drugs are winning?
Yeah.
Yeah, might be.
Got your mind set on transferring?
Yeah.
Think El Paso's done with me.
So, what's your next move?
Think I'm gonna take some time,
try and figure some of my own bullshit.
I have to sooner or later.
I hear Chicago
can always use a good agent.
You talk to Dani lately?
I fucked that up pretty good.
Not sure
she'd give me the chance to fix it.
Well, all you can do is be honest.
With her.
Yourself.
Yeah.
I heard about Ramón...
How'd you do it?
Had my guys dress like cops.
Hit him on the highway.
Was my idea. Puerto Vallarta...
Ahead of its time.
They with you?
My guys.
Listen, Chapo...
That piece of border we been looking for...
Think I found it...
Juárez.
Amado's gone.
Time we made a move.
Heard his brother's
gonna try to hold on to it.
Don't see Vicente fitting in.
Shit's strange...
Amado. Way it went down...
He's gone, not coming back.
The future, it's ours. Belongs to Sinaloa.
Might be time to rethink
your living arrangement.
Brother, I need you back home.
Look, I don't know
how much of this you wanna hear.
I wasn't happy with who I was.
Figured anyone that was close to me
would see that too.
Sooner or later.
So I went looking for something.
Something that'd make me...
I don't know, worthy.
And the whole time, I'm just...
making shit worse and hurting more people.
Thank you.
There is no fixing it.
That's what I finally figured out.
I don't know, look, I'm sorry.
I know this is a lot to hit you with, but...
That's why we go to the meetings, man.
You get older, doesn't mean you get wiser.
You know, I got two marriages.
Daughter won't talk to me.
Some grandkids I never met.
Believe me when I tell you, man,
shit isn't easy.
I mean, I've been out four years, okay?
Still trying to make...
I'm still trying to make things right.
Yeah.
I know one thing.
Seventy grand never hurts.
No, it does not.
Drive here?
Yeah, truck's in the back.
I'm gonna make a call.
So go ahead and follow me.
- Meet my other guy.
- Sounds good, Bobby.
- Thanks.
- ...with the check.
Target's making the call.
Setting a meet.
Stand by in the parking lot.