Narcos: Mexico (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - Episode #3.9 - full transcript
It's crooked-
What'd you say?
It's a little crooked!
Drop it a little.
Cool. Let's go...
This one's the best...
Watch. Watch.
Fuck.
Recognize him, Boss?
Yeah. Romo...
YOU'RE NEXT MAYO
TIJUANA BELONGS TO THE ARELLANOS
Come on, assholes.
Too slow, you fucking pigs!
Fuck it...
Stop!
You assholes can't shoot for shit.
Fuck!
Custom made.
Fucking asshole.
Hey, Güero...
Who taught
these fucking guys to play?
Been too long, brother...
How are you?
Save me a seat?
Sure.
What's up?
...Arellanos are drowning.
That's why they're hitting back at us.
Now's the time to hold 'em under.
My mother used to say,
"Ask God to move a mountain,
be ready to wake up next to a shovel."
I'm ready to dig, man.
Been pushing your guys for more product
to move through Tijuana...
I'm getting the run-around.
Things have gotten too loud, Mayo.
Arellanos tried to kill you, man.
Something change?
Make it work with what you got.
Or go back to Sinaloa.
Alright.
Be easier keeping things "quiet"
if the Army hadn't hit
two of our spots last week...
Army's not my problem, man.
I know...
Far from it.
Ever since this war broke out,
Army's hit every organization in Mexico...
except Juárez.
Something on your mind, Mayo?
Whatever you're doing,
it's money well-spent.
Or maybe it's just good luck.
Maybe.
Sure...
Alright then...
Come on...
Fuck.
Done for the night, boss?
The fuck you doing in my truck?
Was gonna move it.
Some fucking kids were snooping around...
You know how they are.
Don't ever touch my truck.
Won't happen again, boss.
Sorry...
Hold up.
What's that girl's name?
One who serves drinks, with the fine ass.
Lucia.
Lucia.
Cool.
Tell Barron to start with the army.
So we can send
the fucking correct message.
Anything?
Not on this one either.
That's Ramón Arellano's voice
on that tape.
That's not Ramón.
This kid's lying to us.
It isn't him, man.
Intelligence reviewed these tapes
two weeks ago.
- They made a mistake.
- Fuck this kid, Walt.
Take it back down to Intelligence
and have them make the correction.
I'm a little hungry...
Been working hard on this.
Maybe some Burger King?
- Go fuck yourself.
- Hey.
He needs a girlfriend.
Yeah.
Probably.
No one's heard anything on my brother?
No.
Not yet.
Alfredo is smart.
He'll be okay for a while.
- Get started on the next tape. All right?
- Okay.
That kid's a piece of shit.
Pushing his head
through a wall won't get us Benjamín.
Please, just get him something to eat.
Kid's all we got.
Next, please...
Her name's Sofia Elvira Herrera.
She owns the account we've been on...
The Juárez cartel's
paying her $200,000 every month.
Question is, why?
Who is she?
Former beauty queen. From Monterrey.
Won the pageant there twice.
'83, again in '85.
And before then?
Can't find anything on her before 1983.
No property listing,
car registrations... nothing.
"Sofia" changed her name.
Only explanation...
You're sure she's the one
handling the money?
She's been at the bank each time.
Matches when withdrawals were made.
Can't be a coincidence.
What're our other angles
into this account?
This is it.
This woman's the conduit, as you say -
between Juárez and Hank,
then something connects them.
Go back to the archives...
Figure out who Sofia was
before she changed her name...
...The situation
we discussed in Tijuana.
I'm hearing it's unresolved...
Told the Sinaloans they're on their own.
Maybe that's the problem.
You need to take a firmer hand.
Speaking of which...
my accountants in Mexico City
noticed some unusual activity...
in your numbers this month.
You still there?
Your cut, is it up or down?
Money moves around, man.
I don't fucking know.
That's why I want to take a closer look.
To see where it's "moving"...
I'm sending some men to Juárez.
To review our mutual enterprises...
Ensure there's no... misunderstandings.
If you're so worried, we can
shut this whole "partnership" down.
Save your accountants a trip...
How's that girlfriend of yours?
The fuck you talking about?
The Cuban.
The black girl. In Havana.
She still in that apartment
off Obispo boulevard?
Come on, man.
Why haven't you put her someplace nice?
Or is that part of the excitement,
the exotic texture?
Heard of the DGI?
Dirrecion General De Intelligence.
Cuba's secret police.
Its boss, he's an old friend...
Those men you pay to protect her...
they work for him.
Play games with me, they'll pick her up.
Take her for a ride...
And when they get bored
of doing whatever they want...
they'll leave her in the street
for dogs to pick at.
We clear now?
My men will arrive tomorrow.
Make sure they get whatever they need...
Hey!
What's her name, man...
Stop fucking around.
Found it.
Fuck it. This is far enough.
Come on...
Let's go, man.
Walk.
Check this out...
This kid in the picture your son?
Yeah. He's four...
Too bad his dad's an asshole.
Here.
Take it...
There's a shovel in the trunk.
He's good there.
Vicente, some of the guys,
we're going out tonight.
Pick you up at 11...
I can't.
Have things to do.
Gotta figure your shit out, Victor.
What the fuck's that mean?
Means I gotta page you
to get hold of your ass lately.
Don't think these dudes don't notice.
Been trying to cover for you.
I got a thing with Tenci. Okay, Rogelio?
She's been on me to spend more time.
What do you want me to say?
I can't get out of it.
Let's go.
- Look.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Look.
- It's water.
Don't get too wet,
mommy's taking you soon.
What is that?
A fly.
I'll protect you from the fly.
Shit feels off, don't it?
Didn't call to hear you bitch.
Can you move that thing
by next week, or not?
It's done.
Was just saying...
Shit feels off.
Army'll move on soon.
And that other shit. The Sinaloans?
You scared, man?
C'mon...
Talked to your brother?
Of course I've talked to Benjamín...
Right...
It'll be okay...
Everything will be okay.
Well, look...
Tell him we're praying for him.
My wife lights a candle for Ruth
every Sunday.
Never misses one...
Appreciate that, bro.
Don't worry...
With God's help, we'll get through this.
We're gonna beat this thing.
What's wrong with Benjamín's wife?
What's wrong with Benjamín's wife?
His wife?
Yeah, lights a candle for her
every Sunday.
What's wrong with her? Is she okay?
They mean his kid.
His daughter. Her name is Ruth, too.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
All right, his daughter,
what's wrong with her?
She's sick.
We're always talking about it.
Sick how?
She has trouble breathing and shit.
Like seizures.
I saw it happen once. It's fucked up.
Ramón would get high and talk
about how we all had to pray for her.
This condition, describe it to me exactly.
...called lymphatic malformation.
From what I can tell,
looks pretty rare and difficult to treat.
Causes masses,
blockages to the lungs, the brain.
If your source is right on this,
we might actually have something.
Sir?
There aren't that many places
that specialize in this treatment.
These clinics,
tell me you have addresses for them.
Only four facilities
specialize in the disease.
Three of them are in high-populated areas,
Tijuana, Guadalajara and Mexico City,
and all of those tie
into larger hospitals.
That is a bad fit
for a fugitive like Benjamín.
Which narrows it down to this one.
Just outside Cuernavaca.
It's the smallest, it's private,
and it's in an upscale neighborhood.
- We should look into it.
- San Diego already has.
I got ahold of the clinic's database,
ran the list of patients.
Turns out one of them
didn't provide a local address.
Emergency contact
leads back to a P.O. box.
Sir, this thing's real.
Could be Benjamín
or just someone looking for privacy.
Well, let's find out.
Patient has an appointment
tomorrow afternoon.
I spoke with the receptionist myself.
Brief Providencio. Get a team together.
Yes, sir.
So what are
these assholes gonna find?
We've pulled out
millions of dollars already...
If Hank looks closely,
that leaves a trace...
How long'll it take
for them to figure it out?
Who knows... not long.
What the fuck do we do?
The money we got from the last Cali load.
It's a couple hundred million...
Hank knows about it!
Won't replace what we've taken...
We're not gonna replace it.
Anything yet?
Not sure I know
where I'm supposed to start...
She lived in Monterrey in the early '80s...
Right. Thanks...
The boys really love him.
Can't get enough...
...Palma's got charisma.
Yeah...
What you call a "natural leader"...
I fucking heard you, Neto.
Enough.
So maybe now you'll listen.
If Güero Palma's
calling shots for Sinaloa,
what's Mayo need you for?
Get ahead of this, kid -
or get back in line...
Ordered you a coffee.
- Are you good?
- Yeah.
Got my thing?
Any trouble?
You have my thing or no?
Ran that Texas plate for you.
"Edith... Edith Richards."
That's the registered owner.
She's 72.
This is not the car.
This isn't the car.
I told you Cadillac. This is a Dodge.
- Hey.
- This is Dodge.
Hey. That's what came back.
Which means the car you saw
was probably stolen.
Swapped plate. It's pretty common.
Especially if the vehicle's been used
to commit a crime.
Are you okay, Victor?
You eaten?
Are we friends now, Agent Jaime?
No.
No, I know we're not friends.
How long have you been on the job?
Too long.
Coming up on my 26th year.
Got a family?
Daughter.
Yeah. She lives
with her mother up in Virginia.
You?
No.
We tried for a while, but...
didn't work.
Everything okay?
Gotta go.
Victor, be careful.
Watch your back.
- Hey.
- It's me.
Of course -
You're the only one with this number.
You there?
Those guys from the security service,
they still outside?
Yes.
Always... My personal bodyguards.
Everything okay?
Look...
Our plan, you leaving...
something's come up.
This how it felt
when you were closing in
on Félix Gallardo?
That was bullshit, man.
They gave us Félix.
Bye. Thank you, doctor.
Look...
Thank you.
Say thank you.
Thank you.
Bye.
Here.
Up we go.
LYMPHATIC CLINIC
My men
have eyes on the girl right now.
Alejandro Ayala tells me you're in charge.
How far out are we?
We should have a visual on the house
by the time we land.
The girl and mother,
they match the description.
Fuckin' A.
We were making progress,
but shit's getting complicated...
Complicated how?
Fucking Army,
hit a couple of our spots...
What's Mayo's plan -
get them off our back...
Look...
Didn't know we were meeting.
Gentleman.
Mmm.
Fuck, Arturo...
You look like shit...
Thought I was the one in jail.
We talking business?
Problems in Tijuana.
Army hitting our spots.
How do we fix it?
Reached out to Amado,
help replace the product we lost.
Mmm-hmm.
And?
Said he's out.
Fucking guy's scared...
Why don't you tie yourself
to other organizations?
Now we're relying on Amado...
What about my "La Comadre" thing,
it still working?
What, jalapeño cans?
Yeah.
Gotta tell El Léon
you're stealing his ideas...
Thought you said
you came up with that in the cafeteria?
Oh.
What?
Been searching
political events in Monterrey...
anything that might tie to the PRI
around the time
our "beauty queen" was there.
There she is.
And look who else...
Hank González.
Holy shit. September 1981...
Says her name's Yessenia Chasco...
Start looking under this new name...
Yes?
They're headed up...
We count
five men on the perimeter.
Guys on the inside?
No. But no one's come or gone
since the girl arrived back.
No confirmation on Benjamín.
Wouldn't be that much security
if Benjamín wasn't here.
If it's his wife and kid,
of course there would be.
If we keep sitting here,
we're gonna get made.
We move on the house and he's not inside,
this angle's burned forever.
Phone it in to Rebollo.
Says it's your call.
What are you thinking?
What's your gut tell you?
We putting money down?
I'm fifty-fifty.
We're going in at dark.
Got a couple desks
you can use, whatever you need...
This is just a summary.
I'll need actual files.
Last six months of receivables,
to start with.
Follow me.
Going somewhere, Miss?
This is everything we've got...
Fucked up my boots.
Why don't you get in the car...
Come with us...
Amado says to call him
once you're outside the city.
Have a place to go?
Miss.
You have a place to go?
Okay.
Leave and get a taxi.
After 15 minutes,
get out... and catch another one.
You understand?
Miss. You understand?
Go...
Go!
What happens now?
Stealing Hank's money,
two dead accountants.
Might as well
burn the fucking building down...
Fuck Hank.
By the time he knows what happened,
I'll be gone.
Gonna take a day or two
to pull out all that Cali money,
make the transfer...
Take 10 million for yourself.
Time to disappear, man...
Hey, open up -
Need to use your phone...
No phone here. Beat it.
My engine's dead...
Come on!
Get the fuck outta here...
Back off, fucker!
Andrea -
Check this out...
We've been looking at this wrong.
I couldn't find anything
under Yessenia's real name...
So I went back to that photo.
Started looking at the other people in it...
This man.
Edgar Benzal.
He was married to our girl before he died.
Died...
He knew Hank?
No. Wasn't even a member of the Party.
He was military.
A Captain. 6th Infantry Battalion.
He was killed in a helicopter crash.
Few months after this photo was taken...
So what's that mean?
It's who he served under...
Get down, get down!
Find Benjamín.
Don't move! Come on!
Check the house!
Get the fuck out of my house -
Calm down -
Hold her!
You okay?
Yeah.
Headed to the country now.
My cousin's place...
You'll be safe there.
Yeah.
Won't be long. I'm putting that last piece
together, coming to get you.
We'll be in Chile in two days.
On a beach, the mountains behind us...
Don't make me wait.
I won't.
Bedroom's empty.
- It's empty!
- Move on!
Where's your husband?
Take me to my daughter.
You're not seeing your daughter
till we find your husband.
Where is he? Do you prefer
your husband to your daughter?
Take me to Ruth!
Where is your husband?
Fuck.
Turn her around...
Turn her around.
Is this your dad?
My dad.
Walt...
I want my mom.
Look...
Look.
- My daddy.
- Yes.
Where is he? Where's daddy?
Walt, he's not here, man.
Look.
Walt.
Mom!
Look at me.
- Where is your dad?
- Walt!
The maid says he left this morning.
Rip the fucking house apart.
Walt, he's not here.
Hold up.
You sure about this, man?
Staying here, trying to hang onto Juárez
after I'm gone - it's gonna be a fight...
It's life, man.
Never wanted anything different...
- Take care, brother.
- You too.
Let's go.
After Yessenia's husband, Edgar...
graduated the academy,
he was assigned to 6th Infantry Command.
Under General Gutiérrez Rebollo.
They were close.
Rebollo was his mentor.
After Edgar died...
Rebollo maintained a relationship
with Yessenia...
That account...
the money we've been following...
the Juárez cartel
hasn't been funneling it to Hank...
They've been paying off General Rebollo.
The man running Mexico's war
on drug traffickers...
The payments started
the same month Rebollo arrived in Tijuana.
You two found this?
At the library.
They weren't even hiding it.
Just didn't think anyone would look.
You did.
Get back to the office.
Start writing it up...
Call the Army for comment.
Start with General Pinel.
Pinel.
From Mexico City.
And the Federal Prosecutor?
I'll call him myself.
Good evening...
Hey. You ladies seen a gold colored car?
A gold Cadillac...
Like this one.
Please...
Seen a gold car like that? Man driving it...
No?
Why...
Who are you?
Used to be a cop...
Look, please...
The man driving that car...
He's dangerous.
He hurts women.
Be careful.
They want to destroy me...
Not just our business.
Enedina, they have my fucking family!
The lawyers spoke to Ruth...
She's fine.
She'll be released tomorrow.
They had their hands on my wife -
Benjamín, she's fine...
Important thing is you're safe.
For how long?
We hold on, Benjamín -
that's all we can do.
For as long as we can...
You were right.
About staying on the move...
You've always been right.
I'll call when I hear from the lawyers...
Thanks.
Where the hell are you?
I just landed back in Tijuana.
What are you still doing down there?
Get up to San Diego right now.
What the hell are you talking about?
Oh, shit, you haven't heard.
Walt, General Rebollo
is about to be arrested.
Where have you been?
Work thing.
With Rogelio?
Yeah...
Funny. He called.
Asked if you were with me.
Like you told him you were.
I told him you were.
Where were you, Victor?
You fucking one of those whores from work?
Liar.
I've been out by the factories.
Looking for the man who killed Teresa.
Other girls too...
Other girls...
How long've you been doing this?
A while. I don't know...
No one's doing anything to make it stop.
And you think you can?
I don't know.
Maybe.
No?
You're going to get killed. Doing this.
You know that?
Hmm.
Look at me, Victor.
You have to stop.
Tell me you'll stop.
What the fuck's going on?
The CNI...
they're here to remove anything
that could embarrass my bosses.
Is it true?
You've been taking orders from
Amado Carrillo Fuentes this whole time?
You think so black-and-white.
You should know that
better than most people...
our countries,
they don't want to fight this war,
just create the impression of it.
I did what was necessary
to get things done.
Fuck you.
The kid, where is he?
Get up. We're leaving.
I've been asking for you.
They haven't brought more tapes.
Where are we going?
We're going to San Diego.
What about my brother?
Wait.
Wait, I need to find my brother.
Come on.
- I'm not leaving till we do.
- Listen to me!
Your brother's dead, Alex.
He died three weeks ago.
I was there, I saw the body.
All right? They killed him.
Look, I lied to you. All right?
But if you stay here, you're gonna die.
You hear me?
Come on.
Hey! You can't take him -
Easy. Stay away.
Let him go. It's the American.
What's going on?
There's a problem
at the airfield, sir.
Police are there. Military too.
They've seized the entire hangar...
They say you're all over the news...
High-level turmoil today
concerning another aspect
of official US drug policy.
It's the latest Mexican connection.
The dismissal of Mexico's top man
in the war on drugs,
who, it is charged,
was working for the other side.
Mexico's top drug tsar,
Jesús Gutiérrez Rebollo,
was fired and arrested
on suspicion of taking bribes
from a local drug lord.
Amado Carrillo Fuentes,
the notorious Lord of the Skies.
And they're obviously saying to the world
and to the people of Mexico,
"We will not tolerate corruption
if we can find it and root it out."
What'd you say?
It's a little crooked!
Drop it a little.
Cool. Let's go...
This one's the best...
Watch. Watch.
Fuck.
Recognize him, Boss?
Yeah. Romo...
YOU'RE NEXT MAYO
TIJUANA BELONGS TO THE ARELLANOS
Come on, assholes.
Too slow, you fucking pigs!
Fuck it...
Stop!
You assholes can't shoot for shit.
Fuck!
Custom made.
Fucking asshole.
Hey, Güero...
Who taught
these fucking guys to play?
Been too long, brother...
How are you?
Save me a seat?
Sure.
What's up?
...Arellanos are drowning.
That's why they're hitting back at us.
Now's the time to hold 'em under.
My mother used to say,
"Ask God to move a mountain,
be ready to wake up next to a shovel."
I'm ready to dig, man.
Been pushing your guys for more product
to move through Tijuana...
I'm getting the run-around.
Things have gotten too loud, Mayo.
Arellanos tried to kill you, man.
Something change?
Make it work with what you got.
Or go back to Sinaloa.
Alright.
Be easier keeping things "quiet"
if the Army hadn't hit
two of our spots last week...
Army's not my problem, man.
I know...
Far from it.
Ever since this war broke out,
Army's hit every organization in Mexico...
except Juárez.
Something on your mind, Mayo?
Whatever you're doing,
it's money well-spent.
Or maybe it's just good luck.
Maybe.
Sure...
Alright then...
Come on...
Fuck.
Done for the night, boss?
The fuck you doing in my truck?
Was gonna move it.
Some fucking kids were snooping around...
You know how they are.
Don't ever touch my truck.
Won't happen again, boss.
Sorry...
Hold up.
What's that girl's name?
One who serves drinks, with the fine ass.
Lucia.
Lucia.
Cool.
Tell Barron to start with the army.
So we can send
the fucking correct message.
Anything?
Not on this one either.
That's Ramón Arellano's voice
on that tape.
That's not Ramón.
This kid's lying to us.
It isn't him, man.
Intelligence reviewed these tapes
two weeks ago.
- They made a mistake.
- Fuck this kid, Walt.
Take it back down to Intelligence
and have them make the correction.
I'm a little hungry...
Been working hard on this.
Maybe some Burger King?
- Go fuck yourself.
- Hey.
He needs a girlfriend.
Yeah.
Probably.
No one's heard anything on my brother?
No.
Not yet.
Alfredo is smart.
He'll be okay for a while.
- Get started on the next tape. All right?
- Okay.
That kid's a piece of shit.
Pushing his head
through a wall won't get us Benjamín.
Please, just get him something to eat.
Kid's all we got.
Next, please...
Her name's Sofia Elvira Herrera.
She owns the account we've been on...
The Juárez cartel's
paying her $200,000 every month.
Question is, why?
Who is she?
Former beauty queen. From Monterrey.
Won the pageant there twice.
'83, again in '85.
And before then?
Can't find anything on her before 1983.
No property listing,
car registrations... nothing.
"Sofia" changed her name.
Only explanation...
You're sure she's the one
handling the money?
She's been at the bank each time.
Matches when withdrawals were made.
Can't be a coincidence.
What're our other angles
into this account?
This is it.
This woman's the conduit, as you say -
between Juárez and Hank,
then something connects them.
Go back to the archives...
Figure out who Sofia was
before she changed her name...
...The situation
we discussed in Tijuana.
I'm hearing it's unresolved...
Told the Sinaloans they're on their own.
Maybe that's the problem.
You need to take a firmer hand.
Speaking of which...
my accountants in Mexico City
noticed some unusual activity...
in your numbers this month.
You still there?
Your cut, is it up or down?
Money moves around, man.
I don't fucking know.
That's why I want to take a closer look.
To see where it's "moving"...
I'm sending some men to Juárez.
To review our mutual enterprises...
Ensure there's no... misunderstandings.
If you're so worried, we can
shut this whole "partnership" down.
Save your accountants a trip...
How's that girlfriend of yours?
The fuck you talking about?
The Cuban.
The black girl. In Havana.
She still in that apartment
off Obispo boulevard?
Come on, man.
Why haven't you put her someplace nice?
Or is that part of the excitement,
the exotic texture?
Heard of the DGI?
Dirrecion General De Intelligence.
Cuba's secret police.
Its boss, he's an old friend...
Those men you pay to protect her...
they work for him.
Play games with me, they'll pick her up.
Take her for a ride...
And when they get bored
of doing whatever they want...
they'll leave her in the street
for dogs to pick at.
We clear now?
My men will arrive tomorrow.
Make sure they get whatever they need...
Hey!
What's her name, man...
Stop fucking around.
Found it.
Fuck it. This is far enough.
Come on...
Let's go, man.
Walk.
Check this out...
This kid in the picture your son?
Yeah. He's four...
Too bad his dad's an asshole.
Here.
Take it...
There's a shovel in the trunk.
He's good there.
Vicente, some of the guys,
we're going out tonight.
Pick you up at 11...
I can't.
Have things to do.
Gotta figure your shit out, Victor.
What the fuck's that mean?
Means I gotta page you
to get hold of your ass lately.
Don't think these dudes don't notice.
Been trying to cover for you.
I got a thing with Tenci. Okay, Rogelio?
She's been on me to spend more time.
What do you want me to say?
I can't get out of it.
Let's go.
- Look.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Look.
- It's water.
Don't get too wet,
mommy's taking you soon.
What is that?
A fly.
I'll protect you from the fly.
Shit feels off, don't it?
Didn't call to hear you bitch.
Can you move that thing
by next week, or not?
It's done.
Was just saying...
Shit feels off.
Army'll move on soon.
And that other shit. The Sinaloans?
You scared, man?
C'mon...
Talked to your brother?
Of course I've talked to Benjamín...
Right...
It'll be okay...
Everything will be okay.
Well, look...
Tell him we're praying for him.
My wife lights a candle for Ruth
every Sunday.
Never misses one...
Appreciate that, bro.
Don't worry...
With God's help, we'll get through this.
We're gonna beat this thing.
What's wrong with Benjamín's wife?
What's wrong with Benjamín's wife?
His wife?
Yeah, lights a candle for her
every Sunday.
What's wrong with her? Is she okay?
They mean his kid.
His daughter. Her name is Ruth, too.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
All right, his daughter,
what's wrong with her?
She's sick.
We're always talking about it.
Sick how?
She has trouble breathing and shit.
Like seizures.
I saw it happen once. It's fucked up.
Ramón would get high and talk
about how we all had to pray for her.
This condition, describe it to me exactly.
...called lymphatic malformation.
From what I can tell,
looks pretty rare and difficult to treat.
Causes masses,
blockages to the lungs, the brain.
If your source is right on this,
we might actually have something.
Sir?
There aren't that many places
that specialize in this treatment.
These clinics,
tell me you have addresses for them.
Only four facilities
specialize in the disease.
Three of them are in high-populated areas,
Tijuana, Guadalajara and Mexico City,
and all of those tie
into larger hospitals.
That is a bad fit
for a fugitive like Benjamín.
Which narrows it down to this one.
Just outside Cuernavaca.
It's the smallest, it's private,
and it's in an upscale neighborhood.
- We should look into it.
- San Diego already has.
I got ahold of the clinic's database,
ran the list of patients.
Turns out one of them
didn't provide a local address.
Emergency contact
leads back to a P.O. box.
Sir, this thing's real.
Could be Benjamín
or just someone looking for privacy.
Well, let's find out.
Patient has an appointment
tomorrow afternoon.
I spoke with the receptionist myself.
Brief Providencio. Get a team together.
Yes, sir.
So what are
these assholes gonna find?
We've pulled out
millions of dollars already...
If Hank looks closely,
that leaves a trace...
How long'll it take
for them to figure it out?
Who knows... not long.
What the fuck do we do?
The money we got from the last Cali load.
It's a couple hundred million...
Hank knows about it!
Won't replace what we've taken...
We're not gonna replace it.
Anything yet?
Not sure I know
where I'm supposed to start...
She lived in Monterrey in the early '80s...
Right. Thanks...
The boys really love him.
Can't get enough...
...Palma's got charisma.
Yeah...
What you call a "natural leader"...
I fucking heard you, Neto.
Enough.
So maybe now you'll listen.
If Güero Palma's
calling shots for Sinaloa,
what's Mayo need you for?
Get ahead of this, kid -
or get back in line...
Ordered you a coffee.
- Are you good?
- Yeah.
Got my thing?
Any trouble?
You have my thing or no?
Ran that Texas plate for you.
"Edith... Edith Richards."
That's the registered owner.
She's 72.
This is not the car.
This isn't the car.
I told you Cadillac. This is a Dodge.
- Hey.
- This is Dodge.
Hey. That's what came back.
Which means the car you saw
was probably stolen.
Swapped plate. It's pretty common.
Especially if the vehicle's been used
to commit a crime.
Are you okay, Victor?
You eaten?
Are we friends now, Agent Jaime?
No.
No, I know we're not friends.
How long have you been on the job?
Too long.
Coming up on my 26th year.
Got a family?
Daughter.
Yeah. She lives
with her mother up in Virginia.
You?
No.
We tried for a while, but...
didn't work.
Everything okay?
Gotta go.
Victor, be careful.
Watch your back.
- Hey.
- It's me.
Of course -
You're the only one with this number.
You there?
Those guys from the security service,
they still outside?
Yes.
Always... My personal bodyguards.
Everything okay?
Look...
Our plan, you leaving...
something's come up.
This how it felt
when you were closing in
on Félix Gallardo?
That was bullshit, man.
They gave us Félix.
Bye. Thank you, doctor.
Look...
Thank you.
Say thank you.
Thank you.
Bye.
Here.
Up we go.
LYMPHATIC CLINIC
My men
have eyes on the girl right now.
Alejandro Ayala tells me you're in charge.
How far out are we?
We should have a visual on the house
by the time we land.
The girl and mother,
they match the description.
Fuckin' A.
We were making progress,
but shit's getting complicated...
Complicated how?
Fucking Army,
hit a couple of our spots...
What's Mayo's plan -
get them off our back...
Look...
Didn't know we were meeting.
Gentleman.
Mmm.
Fuck, Arturo...
You look like shit...
Thought I was the one in jail.
We talking business?
Problems in Tijuana.
Army hitting our spots.
How do we fix it?
Reached out to Amado,
help replace the product we lost.
Mmm-hmm.
And?
Said he's out.
Fucking guy's scared...
Why don't you tie yourself
to other organizations?
Now we're relying on Amado...
What about my "La Comadre" thing,
it still working?
What, jalapeño cans?
Yeah.
Gotta tell El Léon
you're stealing his ideas...
Thought you said
you came up with that in the cafeteria?
Oh.
What?
Been searching
political events in Monterrey...
anything that might tie to the PRI
around the time
our "beauty queen" was there.
There she is.
And look who else...
Hank González.
Holy shit. September 1981...
Says her name's Yessenia Chasco...
Start looking under this new name...
Yes?
They're headed up...
We count
five men on the perimeter.
Guys on the inside?
No. But no one's come or gone
since the girl arrived back.
No confirmation on Benjamín.
Wouldn't be that much security
if Benjamín wasn't here.
If it's his wife and kid,
of course there would be.
If we keep sitting here,
we're gonna get made.
We move on the house and he's not inside,
this angle's burned forever.
Phone it in to Rebollo.
Says it's your call.
What are you thinking?
What's your gut tell you?
We putting money down?
I'm fifty-fifty.
We're going in at dark.
Got a couple desks
you can use, whatever you need...
This is just a summary.
I'll need actual files.
Last six months of receivables,
to start with.
Follow me.
Going somewhere, Miss?
This is everything we've got...
Fucked up my boots.
Why don't you get in the car...
Come with us...
Amado says to call him
once you're outside the city.
Have a place to go?
Miss.
You have a place to go?
Okay.
Leave and get a taxi.
After 15 minutes,
get out... and catch another one.
You understand?
Miss. You understand?
Go...
Go!
What happens now?
Stealing Hank's money,
two dead accountants.
Might as well
burn the fucking building down...
Fuck Hank.
By the time he knows what happened,
I'll be gone.
Gonna take a day or two
to pull out all that Cali money,
make the transfer...
Take 10 million for yourself.
Time to disappear, man...
Hey, open up -
Need to use your phone...
No phone here. Beat it.
My engine's dead...
Come on!
Get the fuck outta here...
Back off, fucker!
Andrea -
Check this out...
We've been looking at this wrong.
I couldn't find anything
under Yessenia's real name...
So I went back to that photo.
Started looking at the other people in it...
This man.
Edgar Benzal.
He was married to our girl before he died.
Died...
He knew Hank?
No. Wasn't even a member of the Party.
He was military.
A Captain. 6th Infantry Battalion.
He was killed in a helicopter crash.
Few months after this photo was taken...
So what's that mean?
It's who he served under...
Get down, get down!
Find Benjamín.
Don't move! Come on!
Check the house!
Get the fuck out of my house -
Calm down -
Hold her!
You okay?
Yeah.
Headed to the country now.
My cousin's place...
You'll be safe there.
Yeah.
Won't be long. I'm putting that last piece
together, coming to get you.
We'll be in Chile in two days.
On a beach, the mountains behind us...
Don't make me wait.
I won't.
Bedroom's empty.
- It's empty!
- Move on!
Where's your husband?
Take me to my daughter.
You're not seeing your daughter
till we find your husband.
Where is he? Do you prefer
your husband to your daughter?
Take me to Ruth!
Where is your husband?
Fuck.
Turn her around...
Turn her around.
Is this your dad?
My dad.
Walt...
I want my mom.
Look...
Look.
- My daddy.
- Yes.
Where is he? Where's daddy?
Walt, he's not here, man.
Look.
Walt.
Mom!
Look at me.
- Where is your dad?
- Walt!
The maid says he left this morning.
Rip the fucking house apart.
Walt, he's not here.
Hold up.
You sure about this, man?
Staying here, trying to hang onto Juárez
after I'm gone - it's gonna be a fight...
It's life, man.
Never wanted anything different...
- Take care, brother.
- You too.
Let's go.
After Yessenia's husband, Edgar...
graduated the academy,
he was assigned to 6th Infantry Command.
Under General Gutiérrez Rebollo.
They were close.
Rebollo was his mentor.
After Edgar died...
Rebollo maintained a relationship
with Yessenia...
That account...
the money we've been following...
the Juárez cartel
hasn't been funneling it to Hank...
They've been paying off General Rebollo.
The man running Mexico's war
on drug traffickers...
The payments started
the same month Rebollo arrived in Tijuana.
You two found this?
At the library.
They weren't even hiding it.
Just didn't think anyone would look.
You did.
Get back to the office.
Start writing it up...
Call the Army for comment.
Start with General Pinel.
Pinel.
From Mexico City.
And the Federal Prosecutor?
I'll call him myself.
Good evening...
Hey. You ladies seen a gold colored car?
A gold Cadillac...
Like this one.
Please...
Seen a gold car like that? Man driving it...
No?
Why...
Who are you?
Used to be a cop...
Look, please...
The man driving that car...
He's dangerous.
He hurts women.
Be careful.
They want to destroy me...
Not just our business.
Enedina, they have my fucking family!
The lawyers spoke to Ruth...
She's fine.
She'll be released tomorrow.
They had their hands on my wife -
Benjamín, she's fine...
Important thing is you're safe.
For how long?
We hold on, Benjamín -
that's all we can do.
For as long as we can...
You were right.
About staying on the move...
You've always been right.
I'll call when I hear from the lawyers...
Thanks.
Where the hell are you?
I just landed back in Tijuana.
What are you still doing down there?
Get up to San Diego right now.
What the hell are you talking about?
Oh, shit, you haven't heard.
Walt, General Rebollo
is about to be arrested.
Where have you been?
Work thing.
With Rogelio?
Yeah...
Funny. He called.
Asked if you were with me.
Like you told him you were.
I told him you were.
Where were you, Victor?
You fucking one of those whores from work?
Liar.
I've been out by the factories.
Looking for the man who killed Teresa.
Other girls too...
Other girls...
How long've you been doing this?
A while. I don't know...
No one's doing anything to make it stop.
And you think you can?
I don't know.
Maybe.
No?
You're going to get killed. Doing this.
You know that?
Hmm.
Look at me, Victor.
You have to stop.
Tell me you'll stop.
What the fuck's going on?
The CNI...
they're here to remove anything
that could embarrass my bosses.
Is it true?
You've been taking orders from
Amado Carrillo Fuentes this whole time?
You think so black-and-white.
You should know that
better than most people...
our countries,
they don't want to fight this war,
just create the impression of it.
I did what was necessary
to get things done.
Fuck you.
The kid, where is he?
Get up. We're leaving.
I've been asking for you.
They haven't brought more tapes.
Where are we going?
We're going to San Diego.
What about my brother?
Wait.
Wait, I need to find my brother.
Come on.
- I'm not leaving till we do.
- Listen to me!
Your brother's dead, Alex.
He died three weeks ago.
I was there, I saw the body.
All right? They killed him.
Look, I lied to you. All right?
But if you stay here, you're gonna die.
You hear me?
Come on.
Hey! You can't take him -
Easy. Stay away.
Let him go. It's the American.
What's going on?
There's a problem
at the airfield, sir.
Police are there. Military too.
They've seized the entire hangar...
They say you're all over the news...
High-level turmoil today
concerning another aspect
of official US drug policy.
It's the latest Mexican connection.
The dismissal of Mexico's top man
in the war on drugs,
who, it is charged,
was working for the other side.
Mexico's top drug tsar,
Jesús Gutiérrez Rebollo,
was fired and arrested
on suspicion of taking bribes
from a local drug lord.
Amado Carrillo Fuentes,
the notorious Lord of the Skies.
And they're obviously saying to the world
and to the people of Mexico,
"We will not tolerate corruption
if we can find it and root it out."