Drop the gun.
Hey, don't move! Don't move!
Cuff him.
-Clear? -Yes. All clear!
Gentlemen. Clear! Let's bring it down. Let's go!
Let's go.
Excuse me.
Go ahead, Captain.
Really?
Rafa, you have a call.
They're dying, Cuco.
They're waiting, brother.
Manuel! What are you doing, asshole?
-Put that shit away. -Yeah, Rafa.
What the fuck are you doing, idiot?
We're growing the shit, not smoking it.
Fucking weed.
Yeah.
-What's wrong with the weed? -That geologist was full of shit.
There's not enough water, Miguel.
So find some, Rafael.
We're setting up the biggest marijuana distribution network
in the history of Mexico.
It won't mean shit if we don't have weed.
Fix this, brother.
This the pilot?
Amado, my nephew.
Has a good head on his shoulders. Worked as a cop for awhile.
Been helping me out.
-Hey! You have a license? -Sure, man.
What kind you looking for?
Let's go.
How's the plantation?
Great.
Weed up to your eyeballs.
First Juárez, then I'll tell you where's next.
Good luck, friend.
I mean it.
Set the table for dinner.
We're going to speak more Spanish, Kikito.
And this is what makes the difference
between permeable and impermeable surfaces.
Class is over.
Didn't you hear, pussies?
Get moving! Get the fuck out of here! Go!
Fast. Move.
My babies are dying.
Because of you, asshole.
What's up?
What's up, Pablo?
Are the beers cold?
You look fatter, Don Neto.
-You think so? -Yeah.
Problem in town?
Nah, man.
You're proposing a monopoly.
We're producing more than anyone else.
With good distribution, we'll dominate the market.
Once we control it, we set a fixed price.
Our price.
On top of that, we don't have to worry about getting undercut.
More profits will come.
And little by little, more stability.
Like how the Arabs do, right?
OPEC for weed.
There you go. More or less.
And with control, there won't be violence.
Only works if every plaza signs up.
Yeah.
We just need the important ones. Most of them we know.
-Sinaloans. -Yeah.
Like blondy here.
Wandering motherfuckers.
They're everywhere. Fucking Jews of the mountains.
No. We do business with any man we trust and respect.
Even if he's from a shit-stain like Ojinaga.
Hey! Don't pull too much! Slowly!
That nag cost me a lot of fucking money, that asshole.
You might have concerns.
Why don't you come to our meeting in Guadalajara?
See what we can achieve together.
You seem like a smart man, Miguel Ángel. My problem is...
your boss.
He's not very smart.
Pedro Avilés is not a man you can do business with.
We've had bad blood over some bullshit for years.
No, man.
I don't think it would work. I don't accept.
I'm aware of your dispute. In fact...
he asked me to let you know he regrets his part in it.
Look...
those were his words.
"Tell him that it's time to move forward." That's what he said.
I'll come to Guadalajara, sit down with Avilés, the others.
But if I don't see proof you got the cops on board
to grease this fucking OPEC thing?
That'd be all.
That's enough.
Okay then, brother.
That's nice.
Nice, huh?
-Does the date, too? -Yeah.
Actually, to celebrate the beginning of this new venture, here you go.
Check it out.
Like that, smooth.
Like to be there when you tell Pedro he has to kiss Acosta's dusty ass.
What else could I do?
You couldn't have told me about the bad blood?
I was sent to make introductions. You want a history lesson, buy a fucking book.
You don't give a shit about anything, do you?
What's there to give a shit about?
You know what this can be, for all of us.
I also know when you start moving furniture around,
people stub their toes and get upset.
We have to grow.
Otherwise, life does whatever the fuck it wants with you.
It always does, sunshine.
Fuck you, old man.
Okay?
Enough. Pick a side already.
So this super farm, it's ready?
'Cause just laying irrigation in would take months, no?
Yeah.
What Acosta doesn't know won't hurt him.
You disagree?
No. You got balls, man.
-The watch was a cool touch. -Right?
-Yeah. -Fake.
So, enough weed to supply the American market for a year.
Right on.
And then?
What?
You going to get all that product across in trucks, or what?
Yeah.
Planes, man.
A shitload of planes.
That's the future.
I need you to tell your boss to come to Guadalajara for the meeting.
Our new partners want to make sure the DFS is on board.
The director will be there. His time better not be wasted.
Who is he?
Nobody. Some ex-cop from Sinaloa.
Smarter than the others, though.
The tiger is a powerful animal that doesn't fear danger.
That's how an agent from the Federal Security Directorate should be.
That's how an agent from the Federal Security Directorate should be
What you're saying is that...
the desert sits on these moving Frisbee things...
and we just need to keep looking.
Geology is an inexact science.
Hopefully.
Hold up, Rafa!
This pussy's saying we have to re-dig more fucking holes to find water?
-No! -No fucking way!
Do you know anything about aquifers?
Or about confining beds?
Then you shut the fuck up and go dig holes, asshole! Come on!
-Go fuck yourself. -Let's go, motherfuckers.
Let's go.
Grab your things. Come with me.
Let's measure. You better find my water.
-How's it going? -Hey.
-Good luck! -Thank you.
Hey, guys.
Nobody in front of me, gentlemen.
-Got it? -Yes, got it.
Don't move, motherfucker! Don't move!
Hey! On the ground!
Down!
Down! On the ground!
Clear!
-Police! -Drop your weapons.
Lower your guns. Search the place.
Round up everyone. Charge them with possession of dangerous plastic pipe.
I'm sure in America you strike fear into plumbers everywhere.
Don't waste my time again.
Let's go.
Fucking drill.
-Is it here? -Yeah, here.
-There he is. -Yeah.
What's up, Benjamin?
How's it going?
Miguel Ángel. Gentlemen.
-You just gonna sit here or what? -No, let's go.
-Looks like you don't miss Culiacán. -"El otro lado" is three blocks away.
Any asshole with a truck can make good money.
-Electronics? -Yeah.
Japanese shit. Designer jeans. Some dope here and there.
Hey, 'Mon!
-Where you going? -What?
Pancho said I could get an ice cream.
"Pancho said."
Those TVs aren't gonna move themselves. You're gonna get fat, little bastard.
Come on, dude!
So, partner with Pedro Avilés.
Yeah.
And we all get rich.
No more blue jeans and toaster ovens.
I'll talk to my brothers, but I'm interested.
If it's how you say.
But only if it's cool with El Cubano.
-Talking about Sicilia Falcón? -Yeah.
He sells coke to movie stars. What does he care?
He made me and my brothers welcome in Tijuana.
I won't do anything that pisses him off.
That's okay, bro. I'll speak with him, make sure there's no misunderstandings.
This isn't Sinaloa, man. Falcón's slick.
He hangs with big shots. Connected people.
I know someone who can arrange a meeting. You can find people from Sinaloa anywhere.
-Miguel Ángel. -Hi.
-It's been so long. -Rodolfo's 18th birthday, I think.
This is Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo, and his nephew Amado.
Amado Carrillo Fuentes. Pilot.
Isabella Bautista. My pleasure.
Hey. Is that Lucia Morales?
Yes.
She's going to sing for us later.
Maybe you can tell her you're a pilot.
Fuck, yeah.
-Come on. I'll take you to meet Alberto. -We'll be back.
All right. Good evening.
Cheers! Cheers, guys!
You fit right in with these people.
No. I'm good at pretending.
-Rich people can't get enough of the shit. -Yeah. They never get enough.
The margins are unbelievable.
Juan Matta Ballesteros. Owns the top airline in Honduras.
Handles transportation for the Colombians. Could introduce you.
No.
Cocaine's tricky. It's still a niche business.
Colombians only move real weight through the Bahamas.
But your Cuban friend, he's the real deal.
-He must be doing something right. -Yeah.
Now it's our time to build an empire.
Is that what we're doing?
He said "not enough."
Your home's very beautiful.
-Thank you for seeing me. -Anything for Isabella.
This must be serious.
Your friend and I are the only two here who aren't drinking.
Miguel Ángel worked as a bodyguard for my uncle.
He was the only one who would play with us kids.
But only after his shift was done. He's a serious man.
Maybe he'll play with you now. If you ask nicely.
I'm here on business.
Yes, I know.
You want to move Sinaloan weed through Tijuana
using the Arellano Félix boys.
Tried the Colombian shit before?
Once or twice.
Bullshit.
See that, uncle? Its balls look just like yours.
Asshole!
Uncle!
-What's up with those Chinese fuckers? -They're going to fuck each other up.
What a fucking party, man.
Holy shit!
It's a different business than yours.
We won't be in competition with you.
Now that's a relief.
It's good for everyone.
One single organization...
that would control all the cultivation and distribution of marijuana in Mexico.
Which means less violence...
less bullshit.
I give you my word, this won't interfere with your business.
We'll be the perfect neighbors.
Isabella's right, as usual. You are a serious man.
You have my consent, Mr. Félix.
Welcome to Tijuana.
Well, thank you.
I hope you won't be offended if I offer you some insight, but...
the idea of Mexicans, let alone Sinaloans, getting organized...
seems unlikely. No offense.
Yeah.
Just give me some time and I'll change your mind.
You have a lot of work ahead of you, friend.
A lot.
A lot. Enjoy the party.
Alberto does what he likes.
What the fuck?
Seems everyone does in this place.
We're a long way from Sinaloa. Both of us.
Isabella, wait.
I forgot you're the last decent man in Mexico.
Let's hope not.
I want to make some real money.
Thank you for your help. I won't forget it.
Miguel Ángel...
if you can make this work, trust me, I won't let you forget.
Just a little help for tonight.
Fucking bullshit.
Sons of bitches.
What the fuck, Rafa?
You fucking kidding, Rafa?
You've lost your mind.
Rafa, chill the fuck out.
God damn it.
Rafa, you're going to kill us all.
No fucking way! No fucking way, dude!
No fucking way, dude!
The little sneak hides the candy.
Found a stash in the laundry basket.
That little cheat. Just like her mom.
Hold on, honey.
The DFS is downstairs.
And the boss is here.
-I have to go, Maria. -Miguel.
Avilés will listen to you.
Long as you tell him what he wants to hear.
Yeah, talk to you later.
Kiss the babies for me.
Neto says you got these motherfuckers to agree to this thing.
That's right. They agreed to show up at least.
Truth is, I never thought this shit would work.
-Yeah. -But here we are.
Sir, there's one last thing to handle in order for this to work.
You need to make amends with Pablo Acosta.
I have to do what?
What the fuck are you talking about?
I know it's difficult but... it's the only way.
Just this last thing.
Once it's done, you'll control the largest marijuana organization in Mexico.
Not just Mexico. In the entire world.
I knew this was a dumb idea.
Sir.
You just shake his hand, say a couple of words and it's done.
And in return, Acosta has to show you respect. They all do.
They'll work for you.
You'll be king, Don Pedro.
I'll smooth things over with Acosta.
Thank you, sir.
I'll wait for you downstairs.
What's up, boys?
So then, gentlemen, we are guaranteeing protection for all your plazas.
With the agreement of every man here, my boss, Pedro Avilés of Sinaloa,
Pablo Acosta of Ojinaga, the Arellano Félix brothers from Tijuana,
our friend Gabino Salcido from Mazatlán, Filemon Medina of Zacatecas,
Rene Verdugo from Nogales.
And of course the DFS, which will coordinate security for our arrangement.
Gentlemen, we have our consortium.
Cheers!
Gentlemen...
this is a proud day to be Mexican.
I want to toast to the man who made this possible...
brought us all together...
Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo, our brother from Sinaloa. Cheers.
Cheers!
And I would like to say that none of this could happen...
without the leadership of Pedro Avilés.
We owe you a lot. Thank you, Boss. Thank you!
Bravo!
I have something to add.
I'm happy to proceed with this fine arrangement.
With one small modification.
I've made it a practice in my life, and in my work...
never... to work with a lying cocksucker.
So that means Pablo Acosta is out.
You hear me, motherfucker?
Get the fuck out of my consortium.
Boss, with all due respect, without Juárez, there's no agreement.
If Juárez's going to be undercutting our price...
my family's not interested.
Let's go.
Get the fuck out. We don't need you.
Let's go.
You're coming back to Sinaloa with me tonight, Miguelito.
I don't think city life agrees with you, son.
-Ready? -Fuck this.
Say the word, bro. We have guns too.
No.
Thanks for everything, Amado.
Take care of yourself, Don Neto.
Do me a favor.
Get this to my wife.
You got it.
It was a beautiful idea, Miguel Ángel.
What the fuck is happening? Let's go!
Get in the back.
Come by my place tomorrow.
You got it, Pedro.
Let's go.
Just tell my wife and my son where I'm buried.
So the little son of a bitch can catch up with me in ten years?
No, thanks.
Look.
Sometimes, it's better to know your place.
To just stay the fuck put.
You kidding me?
Fucking pigs. 500 should do it.
Identification.
Call your boss if you want to know who I am, asshole.
You. Hands on the wheel.
Hands on the wheel.
Get out of the car. The three of you as well. Come on!
You guys are making a mistake.
How many mouths am I feeding tonight?
Hey! What the fuck!
Neto!
What the hell! What's going on?
I heard enough before I left.
And...
your friend...
tells me he can't do it without you.
No, wait.
Please.
Boss.
Grab the driver.
Get out, motherfucker. Come on!
You're from La Tuna, right?
Your name?
-Joaquín. -We have a bunch of Joaquíns.
What else do they call you?
Chapo.
You want to work for me?
Okay, Chapo.
You and I are partners now.
You know what that means?
Yes.
Let's go.
-Still driving you to Sinaloa? -No.
We're going back to Guadalajara.