How's it going?
How are things in the land of the future?
Laugh now, but the future finds us all. Even here in Sinaloa.
Look, my newest student. This is the real future, you'll see.
Okay, princess. Is this ready to harvest?
No. Too young. At least another week.
What do you think?
She's right.
He was my student, but would you believe, now he plays with weeds in greenhouses.
You're like a florist.
Hey, you're gonna be late!
-Go on. -Go on, Princess.
You guys heard her.
-Yes, sir. -One more week before picking.
And what are you doing around here? Did you come out for some fresh air?
The new batch needs to breathe.
Hoping to borrow an exhaust fan.
Go, Rafa!
Andrea!
Tell them to ring the bell!
Carefully! Carefully!
We are the national army.
We're here to liberate you from the traffickers of Sinaloa
who have acted in defiance of the federal government for too long.
Come out with your hands in the air, or we will enter by force.
-Get out there, Rafa! -They'll kill me if I do.
They'll kill us all if you don't.
On my signal, I want you to shoot at the door.
I just want them to know we're here. Okay?
Good job, Commander.
I'll get him out. The man you're looking for is Rafa Quintero.
Wait! Who the fuck are you?
-Who am I? -Yes. Who are you?
Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo. Sinaloa State Police. At your service.
And do you realize that we're in the middle of an operation?
Come on, Commander. It's a church.
There's children in there. There's women.
You hardly need to make such a fuss to get a single man, right?
Let me get him out. Everyone here knows me. Wait.
Father, I'm coming in.
Okay. If he doesn't come out in 30 seconds,
I want everyone to start shooting.
There you go, fucker.
There you have him... Rafael Caro Quintero.
An illiterate moron who works for Pedro Avilés,
the biggest drug dealer in Sinaloa.
The government has sent the army now.
Now you're really fucked.
I want you to tell the gentleman here
the location of the fields they haven't burned.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about--
All right, let's try that again.
Where the fuck are the fields they haven't burned?
I don't know!
Pay attention, moron.
Where are the Tameapa fields they haven't burned?
Up there, sir! Up there!
On the other side of the hill, two kilometers past the river.
Never met a Sinaloan cop like you.
-What do you say? Can I take him? -Of course.
We still have a lot more fields to burn.
Gentlemen! Let's go!
There! Hey! Stay calm.
There you go.
Look at what these fucking assholes have done.
Be quiet.
Don't get out of the car.
Hey, it's me. I'm going to open the door.
Dad!
How's it going, son? Are you okay?
We heard them ripping the place apart.
They came back.
Just like you said they would. As if you'd planned it.
My love, predicting is not planning.
You all right?
Did you protect your mom?
We tried, but we were scared.
Hey, you don't have to be afraid.
-Okay. -All right.
Uncle!
Sweetie.
You didn't stay in the car.
Starting to hurt. They're cutting off my circulation.
Do you see what they did to my greenhouse?
They didn't take all of it.
Well, that should be enough.
I always said you were the brains in this house, Maria.
Get inside. They're going to see you. Go on, go inside with him!
Go on, go with your uncle.
-You hit me really hard, asshole. -Don't be a crybaby.
I considered letting them take all of it...
buy ourselves another couple of months.
No.
If we don't do it now, nothing is going to change.
I know.
But I've already told you...
if you want me to stop, I'll stop.
That's why I could never ask it of you.
I think you also predicted that, you bastard.
All right.
Half the state is still smoldering.
Mexico City's never cared about us.
They only care about showing the Americans they can control the marijuana business.
Yes.
But with crisis... comes opportunity. Right?
-You taught me that, Governor. -And risk.
I taught you that too.
I came to thank you for everything you've done for my family.
You had as much to do with raising Rodolfo as I did.
Could've had a real career in law enforcement, Miguel.
Head of state police, if you wanted.
Might've even changed things around here.
Maybe, right?
But no... you never wanted to change things.
Never wanted something bigger, right?
A Sinaloan president?
No.
Have to make a lot of noise to change things.
I'm not one for noise.
I'll tell Rodolfo you came by.
-He'll be sorry he missed you. -Yeah.
Whatever you're planning, be careful.
Yes.
All right, Governor. Thank you.
Look, motherfucker, I don't like being called a fucking liar.
And worse...
a fucking cop.
Hey, get him a beer, man.
-All right. -All right. Cheers.
-Nervous? -Yes.
It's time.
Yes, it's time.
It's time you buy some new clothes, man.
Hello, Joaquin.
Are you coming in?
No. I'm just the farmer. That part's on you.
All right.
Don't you fuck with me!
Six fucking months!
We need to replant everything again.
That's the thing. We lost everything, boss.
The entire damn field.
And what were you doing while they burned my fields?
He lost an eye, Pedro.
Yeah, I see that. Thank you for your sacrifice, Hector.
But the rest of you?
I see a lot of two-eyed motherfuckers in here!
What the fuck did any of you do?
Go to Durango.
Tell Gomez to sell us whatever he's got.
-It might be enough to hold us over. -Done.
Excuse me, boss.
With your permission.
I have an idea to solve this for good.
Well, fuck. Didn't this guy used to babysit the governor's kid?
Could have gotten a heads-up from him.
He's the governor of Sinaloa. They don't tell him shit.
With all due respect, boss,
but the army burns our fields, and what do we do?
We buy Durango weed and hope to stay alive, really? Again?
We'll end up the same or even more screwed when they come back.
We have to restart the business somewhere else.
Where they can't touch us. Where they wouldn't even try.
We have to go to Guadalajara.
We're nobodies there.
We're nobodies here, Don Neto.
The army invades us, and what?
No fucking journalists will write about it.
They do this because we are Sinaloans.
Nothing happens here.
Things are different there.
There are banks there, big businesses, and fancy people,
and all that shit.
I'd like to see the government send the army there.
It would be a huge mess. Front-page news and all that shit.
I say it's the only way. But whatever you say, boss.
What does this fucker know?
He's not a trafficker.
-He's a cop. -Ex-cop.
Even worse.
Let's see... Guadalajara is still run by the Naranjo brothers.
Think those fucking animals are gonna let us move into their territory, Pedro?
You are the Lion of Sinaloa.
The guy who invented the game.
They'd be fools not to negotiate.
They're going to laugh at us.
No one fucking laughs at me.
Go to Guadalajara.
Sit down with them.
If you can't make a deal...
it's on you.
Sounds good.
I just ask that you send someone with me, to lend me credibility.
He's right about that.
All right, and...
Who do you have in mind?
Don Neto would do.
Well, shit.
Passports.
Welcome to Mexico.
I brought those for all of us.
Take the ones I didn't take for myself.
You must think you're pretty smart,
kissing Pedro's ass to get him to back you.
Let me explain how this shit works.
These guys, the Naranjo brothers, they're the competition.
They don't give a shit about the "Lion of Sinaloa."
And they certainly don't give a shit about you.
I'm treating this like a vacation to Guadalajara.
Gonna have a lot of fun. I ain't part of your plan.
I'll get you a meeting and then I'll sit back and watch you go down.
Got it?
Yeah, got it.
And another thing...
that ass-kissing shit? It cuts both ways.
You embarrass Pedro, make him look weak, he'll blow holes in you.
That goes for you too, cupcake.
Go ahead.
What's going on?
Rafa!
Once you finish, go straight to the hotel, okay?
-Okay. -Brother...
this is serious.
Okay.
Is he looking for vocational guidance or what?
I'm getting a drink.
Yes.
Perfect.
Yes, sir. You're welcome.
Do you have two rooms?
How long is your stay?
Well, indefinitely.
Don Neto.
I was surprised to hear you were in town.
It was an unplanned trip.
Babysitting this one.
How's your brother?
All good.
I heard about the army.
They burned the goods again, right?
Too bad.
But if you want to kill rats, guess you have to go into the sewer.
-Right? -Yes.
Yes, of course.
Anyway, like I said, I'm here to introduce you to this guy.
He's got a proposal for you.
-A proposal? How nice. -Yes.
Let's hear it then.
After that mess that happened in Sinaloa...
an opportunity was born for our organizations.
We're looking for a partnership.
-Partnership? -Yes.
Well, now I'm interested.
It's very easy.
Basically, we move our growing operation here.
We move to Guadalajara.
And all we need from you is police protection.
We take care of everything, the labor, the distribution, all of the costs.
And we're willing to split the profits 50/50.
Okay.
I mean, we're... we're the best suited to make this thing grow.
Well, look at this fucker.
How about this? We split the profits 60/40.
No, wait... 70/30.
No... 80/20?
No... 90/10.
Here's my final offer.
You get nothing and get the fuck out of my town.
Partners?
Is this fucking guy serious?
You guys have a lot of fine pussy in Sinaloa, right?
Well, since everyone is going to starve, why don't you send us the best you got?
We'll find work for them here.
Tell the Lion that we're laughing at him in Guadalajara.
"Partnership."
You know what? I have another proposal for you.
Oh, really?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Did you go crazy, motherfucker?
Any minute now, this place is gonna be crawling with cops, their cops,
who are gonna drive us straight to his brother to burn us alive.
Rafa.
Come on.
You're crazy. Fuck you both.
Come on. Show me.
Come on, show it to me.
I spoke to the geologist. He said that...
Here.
-Seriously? -It's closer than we thought.
We just have to dig.
Hey... stick to the plan.
Well, the tan isn't from the sun. I was born this way.
My wife is from Chiapas. But we like it better here.
Federal Security Directorate! On your feet!
I want to see your hands! Hands!
Hello.
Don't do anything stupid.
Search them.
Let's go.
We found this fat fuck headed out of town.
They're going to kill us and it's your fault, asshole.
Let's go. Stop talking. Let's go.
I'm a cop, too.
At least I was.
State police.
I used to patrol the fields at night back in Sinaloa.
One night, I found a man clipping buds from the stalks back in the fields.
Poor bastard.
Stealing from men who don't know how to forgive...
just like you.
They asked me to kill him and "make him disappear."
Do you know what I did?
I drove him out to the edge of the desert...
I pulled him out of the car, and told him to run.
I told him to go straight until the sun rose.
That man... was the brother of a cop.
He was just starting out.
They called him "El Azul."
But I think you call him something else, no?
I think you call him "Commander."
Take me to him.
Or we'll see if you don't end up just like me.
You're new here, right?
Just got here.
Welcome to Guadalajara.
Are you on duty?
Everyone here is on duty. Look.
-These guys all cops? -Yeah.
The ones in uniform, those are the Guadalajara municipal cops.
In other words, local shit.
The ones in blue are from the Jalisco State Police.
The one over here is my captain.
And the judicial police?
The two tables in the back, the federales.
The one talking to your boss, that's Commander Rojas.
And the one next to him is Commander Mendez.
You guys like to buy drinks, eh?
That's the American way.
-Do you want one? -Sure, I'll take the same.
Commander.
Commander, good evening.
Good evening, everyone.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
Tomás.
Who are your friends?
This is the guy who saved your brother's life back in Sinaloa.
Thought maybe you'd want to talk to him before we kill him, boss.
What a good idea.
Except I don't have a brother, you fucking idiot.
We're here to make you a proposal.
This is their deal, I'm not with them. Just to make it clear.
Yeah, they told me you had proposal.
I heard you had a meeting with Hernin Naranjo. And it didn't go well.
My deal is only for you, commander. It's not with the Naranjos.
My offer is in that bag.
It's our new strain. It's much stronger than the shit you have here.
Jesús! Give me one of our kilos.
They both weigh the same. How?
Tell him, bro.
Well, I bred out the male strain.
The males would cross pollinate the female and so... there's no seeds.
Your dope's filled with stems, seeds, shit you can't smoke.
So it takes up less space.
We can transport much more using the same number of trucks.
I'm looking for a partner.
I'm offering 50 percent. What do you think?
-And what do you call this? -What do we call it?
Seedless.
Where are those fuckers?
These are the motherfuckers who killed my brother?
-Calm down. -No, fuck that!
Want to explain to me why this fucking guy's still breathing?
These sons of bitches die right now!
Put the gun down.
Lower it.
This fucking guy just killed my brother!
You'll have to excuse me.
But I've gotta look after my partners.
Go get them! Tomás, take care of it.
And you...
didn't you say you aren't with these guys?
Wait, wait, wait. He's with us.
It was just a joke.
Yeah. He was dragging his feet.
That's good.
I want my money every month.
I figure it'll take a little while... for it to grow.
Yeah.
All right.
First month is courtesy of the Naranjos.
It's a pleasure.
My uncle is from the Jalisco State Police.
One day, he calls me and tells me to go to his house.
And to bring some money. And he starts to count it.
All of a sudden... he says that I am now a cop too.
I suppose I was helping someone get out of trouble,
and in exchange, he got me a job.
At least you have a job, right?
He takes ten percent of what I make.
What a nice guy, your uncle.
Who are they?
Three whiskies.
Hey, could you hand me one?
Sure.
Thank you.
You've got blood on your shoes.
This is it.
It's a desert.
But there's a lot of water underneath.
Enough to grow all the dope the U.S. can smoke in a year.
You learn that at college?
That true? What he said back there? Did he create that shit?
Yes. It's his baby.
Well, then he's a genius!
That's why you brought him.
We're starting to understand each other, Don Neto.
If you guys had that magic weed, why not plant it back home?
It can't be done. It can't grow near any other dope.
The strain would be contaminated.
For these fuckers to grow... they have to be alone.
And Avilés?
What's he going to think about all of this?
I don't know. What do you think?
Being the biggest trafficker in Mexico?
I think he'll like it.
He seems like that sort of guy.
And why me?
I've got a plan.
I don't doubt it.
Either way, you're still fucking crazy.
But maybe you know more about this business than I thought.
No, I'm not interested in your business.
What I'm doing here... is building an empire.