Turn off the car.
Turn off the fucking car!
Sorry, did I do something wrong?
Get out.
I don't understand.
-I said get out! -Did I run--
You're hurting me!
What are you doing?
Tell me what I did!
Tell me!
-My husband works-- -Exactly, lady. Your husband.
Calm down.
What is he doing?
Open the door! Let me out of here!
Let me out!
You know it's not a good idea to leave your children
under the sun in a hot car, right?
Very bad, Mrs. Mika Camarena.
I have heard from Isabella about the organization you built.
You've done well.
But now she tells me you want to change things.
More like taking advantage of certain opportunities, no?
The Americans have closed almost all the Caribbean routes.
You have a mountain of product just sitting there with nowhere to go.
Félix can swing the door open to 3,000 kilometers of the border.
And here you are, Mr. Mexico.
Look, we ship marijuana across the border every day.
Day and night.
Seven days a week, we never stop.
It's just a matter of changing what's in the trucks.
Cocaine.
And you have the political juice to pull that off?
Yeah.
Don't worry about that. I will take care of it myself, personally.
This isn't like selling bananas one day and pineapples the next.
It's a whole other business.
If I give you my support...
I have to be sure that you understand what you're getting into.
Speaking clearly...
once you handle Colombian powder, you're responsible for it.
Lose the product...
brother...
there will be consequences.
Very serious consequences.
That's understood.
There are two organizations down there that really matter.
One's shrewd. Businessmen.
The other, he has very big emotions.
Tell me about the good businessmen.
Dealing with them requires a lot of discretion.
Because someone will be jealous?
Like I said...
big emotions.
I'd be a fool not to go with the shrewd ones.
I will make the call, then.
I'll let you know when they want to meet.
Miguel Ángel, if I were you...
I would take her with me.
Colombians love a round ass.
Just by looking at her, those poor fools won't even be able to talk.
You have a good thing going here, Mr. Félix.
Then why change it?
Like I said...
there's an opportunity, no?
Thank you for everything.
You know something, maybe this guy's right.
Why don't you come with me?
Whatever you need, Miguel.
Could maybe go for...
$4,000?
Haven't been running it much.
Starter might need replacing.
Well...
it would be something to do.
What's on your mind?
We both know this car isn't worth $4,000.
I need a favor.
Setting up a wire tap.
All above-board.
Legal.
-Who would listen to the calls? -Just us.
Need it fed straight to my office.
I will pay you.
I have a nephew.
Drives a truck for the city.
A few days ago, some assholes ran a red light.
He yelled at them to watch it.
They forced him off the road...
showed him a badge and beat him with a gun.
Told him they'd kill him the next time he opened his mouth.
Keep your money.
You can count on me.
You're a good man.
I'll give you a thousand.
Fuck you, I'm not giving it away!
This was the song playing...
the third time me and Sofia fucked.
God damn it.
There, Rafa, don't worry.
You need to move on.
How do you move on from a woman like that?
With time.
Drinking.
Cheers.
What the hell?
We didn't cut the cake yet.
I paid someone off.
Listen...
there's something you should know.
What's up?
Rafa and Amado.
Rafa has his way of packing seedless.
Vacuum sealed bricks or some shit.
But Amado has been repacking it in potato sacks to save space.
So Rafa took offense.
There was a scuffle and... a gun was drawn.
-Fucking children. -No doubt.
That's why I gave the word to have them both killed.
Good, keep me up to date.
There you are.
Trying to hide out?
No, just taking a break.
Did you see Miguelito? He's having a blast.
All the kids, they're having fun.
How about you?
You seem distracted.
You've been quiet all day.
All week.
Lots of work, been tired.
That's it, very tired.
I'm going to Colombia.
When are you going?
I leave tomorrow.
You never told me about this shit.
I know, that's why I'm telling you now.
Are you crazy?
-Cocaine, Miguel? -Hey, keep it down.
But...
you've been so careful in building everything we have.
Why do you want to do this now?
If I don't, someone else will.
We're doing the presents!
Come on, honey.
Hold on, son, no, no. The one from your mother first.
I think it's the bottom one.
Got two dozen tankers sitting on a lot in Tempe.
Nothing gets done unless I get my new trucks.
The boss is the only one that can write a check that big,
have to wait till he comes back.
Escobar dominates what's left of the Caribbean routes.
Fine. Let him have it.
Matta made this introduction so that I can offer you something new.
Something safer and permanent.
Right now, we move weed easily to any border city in the US.
Not sure if you guys are familiar with the Sonora-Tijuana corridor. It's all ours.
We bring in tons through there.
By land or sea, either way, I can bring it in.
Now picture this:
Your cocaine...
and my distribution.
We will bring in more powder than through the Bahamas.
Fucking American agents in Florida,
they'll be dumbfounded and won't even know where it's coming from.
Yes, we know about your reputation.
What you've accomplished.
But this hand-off system of yours...
marijuana is one thing, coke is another, no?
I don't really agree with that.
A market of $4 billion versus whatever that shit makes.
What my partner means is that...
when things become more valuable...
trust comes at a higher price, no?
Yes, everything has a price, and it must be paid, right?
Music to my ears.
Because it will be paid by you.
What the...?
Sorry?
The payoffs, middlemen...
all of that comes out of your end.
You'll have to excuse us, our friend here is slow to warm up to new people.
It's okay, I agree.
We'll pay.
Sicilia Falcón still runs Tijuana.
He has a lot of well-connected friends there.
In Mexico and the United States.
I have friends too. A lot.
Well, that's good.
But we know him...
and not you, so what do we do?
Where does he fit in all of this?
Out of everyone here, the one that knows him best is my associate, right?
Tell them.
It's very simple.
Falcón can't move the kind of weight you require.
I've known him for several years.
He's well liked in Tijuana, but...
but Falcón doesn't have what Félix has.
So you have to ask yourself, do you want to move your coke through a straw
or a pipeline?
In only a matter of months,
Medellín will look tiny compared to you.
Let's see...
Do me a favor and imagine how comfortable you and your brother's life will be...
when we start to move these amounts?
Come on.
You will be walking in the clouds.
I didn't come here to waste your time.
Go ahead and close the fucking deal, I want to take her dancing.
Before Pachito here breaks more hearts.
Let's talk numbers.
It's like a dream of mine, man.
My own business.
You should invest. Get in on the ground floor.
What do you have to lose?
What do you know about running a restaurant, Cochi?
Well, shit.
What's there to know?
Just have to do it.
Try it.
What the fuck?
-What kind of food you gonna have? -Seafood, man.
Sinaloan-style.
Gonna call it "The Crazy Lobster."
Sounds good.
Hey ladies, get to work.
Hey, Chapito.
How's virginity treating you?
I pulled three women last night, what the fuck.
-Three women? -Cochiloco here is opening a restaurant.
-Yeah, The Crazy Lobster. -What kind?
Sinaloan seafood, man.
Oh, spicy ceviche.
-That's right. -Benjamín!
Move it!
Raise the door!
Quickly!
Quick!
You know who I am?
Who my family is?
Mr. Falcón.
What the fuck?
Indeed, Benjamín.
Take all of that.
Okay, assholes, take it out.
Assurances were given to me by your associate in Guadalajara.
Promises were made, which are now being broken. So you ask...
"What the fuck?"
-Look, man, you don't want to-- -Not a word, fuckers!
Starting today, no one, no one, moves a dime of weed through my plaza.
No one!
Even you.
Tell your brothers.
That's enough, guys.
Do that thing with the thing.
Rafa, it's him.
You think you can fuck with my business?
Rafa, you got my message?
Message, my ass. You stole my dope, fucker!
Félix is moving on my entire business. How else would I react?
What?
Your boss didn't tell you?
He's my partner, asshole, get it straight.
If you say so.
I heard Félix flew to Cali this morning to fuck me over.
You as well, it sounds like.
Listen, don't you understand that cocaine makes ten times the profit of marijuana?
Félix moving into coke makes your sinsemilla useless.
Come on, partner.
Maybe you and I should work together.
Maybe you should shut your mouth,
and maybe I should go get my fucking dope and gut you--
You fucking piece of shit peasant!
What's wrong with you?
-What did Amado do now? -Did Félix go to Colombia?
If he gets involved with coke, where does that leave us?
Calm down, who said this? Falcón?
Don't listen to that cocksucker.
Have a fucking beer.
I'll look into it.
When we land, call Matta so he knows it went well.
I'm sure he already knows.
What the hell?
-Easy, I'm Miguel-- -Don't touch me!
What the fuck?
Calm down!
-Calm down! -You okay?
Get comfortable, it's a long drive.
Who are you?
Boss wants to talk.
Where are we going?
To Medellín.
Nice sunglasses there.
Try them on, see how they look.
Hello.
Maria, look at you, beautiful as ever.
Miguel is not here.
He didn't say when he will be back.
Days, maybe.
Okay.
If he phones, tell him we need to talk.
Hope you're well.
Wait.
Sit with me a minute?
So, Colombia. Rafa mentioned something, but I wasn't sure it was true.
Lately you spend more time with him than I do.
Why is he doing this?
Sometimes I feel like I don't know him at all.
Félix is not a simple man, Maria.
We have trafficking in our blood.
Your father knew the game as well as anyone.
I remember being in the fields with my father.
He would do it so we could eat.
But look now, Neto.
Our children don't go hungry.
So what did he say?
"If I don't do it, someone else will."
And he will.
That guy is no fool.
Okay.
When he gets back, ask him to call me.
You'll see him before I do.
Those guys are out.
All right, let's go.
Thank you.
You guys go up. I'm getting a drink at the bar, I'll wait there.
Do I know you?
Emilio Gómez Estrada. I work in agriculture.
You too?
Good day.
Okay, kids, we have arrived.
Let's go.
Get out quickly, go!
Move it, sweetie!
Hey, what's up, Poison?
-How are you, Blackie? -Look what I brought you.
Okay, let's do this.
You come with me.
And you stay here.
I need to... go in.
Bathroom...
water... floor...
Wait here.
Okay.
Hippos.
You ever seen one before?
No.
I haven't had the pleasure in person.
They look sweet.
Like a baby, fat and bald.
But they're temperamental.
Get between it and something it cares about, it will bite you in half.
Follow me.
Look, brother...
I've always believed that the truth is best.
With friends, enemies, it doesn't matter, I always speak the truth.
I expect the same from you.
So I will only ask once...
Why are you in Colombia?
I had a meeting with the Cali organization.
We made a deal
to move their product through Mexico.
You made a deal with Cali?
Yes.
Why them?
I was told you were temperamental.
That's right.
The thing is...
that represents a threat to me, right?
I agree.
If we're being honest, this will put you out of business.
I could feed you to the hippos.
I don't like Mexicans.
If we're being honest.
If you wanted to kill me, your men would have shot me on the road.
Marijuana is a soft product.
It doesn't hurt anyone.
For now, it's illegal, but in the long run, it will be legalized.
But cocaine is another story.
It scares the Americans.
They believe it's destroying them.
Moving coke will bring you fame that you can't hide from.
It will make you a target.
Yeah, I already know.
So then, why do it?
-If I don't do it, someone else will. -Don't come at me with that bullshit.
Why do you want to do it?
When I was 22, I was in love.
My first wife...
she died of leukemia.
We have to control this fucking world.
Or it will control you.
And if you don't protect yourself, it makes a mess and breaks you.
You are going to take one of our loads...
for every load of theirs.
Half Cali, half us.
And if something gets lost on the way, brother...
it better be Cali's half.
This will arrive next week.
Are you ready for this?
We're ready.
It's settled then.
Hey...
would you have really fed me to those hippos?
No.
Hippos...
don't like Mexicans either.
So what?
Do you want a drink or what?
Good.
And the payments from Tijuana?
You said Juárez.
You are fucking idiots.
God fucking damn it.
Let's go to Cartagena, no?
I want to see the ocean at night.
I didn't bring anything to swim with.
Me either.
Come on, let's go.
You and me.
Right now.
I brought you here for your contacts.
And because you are strong.
I want your advice, Isabella.
You were great today.
I can use you with my business.
I'm not working for free.
Nobody said that.
Think about what you want.
You need a new deal, Miguel.
It's one thing paying the police to move Mexican dope all over the border,
but it's something else to turn Mexico into a runway for Colombian coke.
If you haven't secured a deal with the government
-before Escobar's coke arrives... -Yeah, I know, this whole show crumbles.
I'm working on it.
Let's go.
I had a meeting with the guys from Cali, then with Escobar.
Then it's true?
Yeah.
They're impressed with what we've built.
The money from cocaine will change everything.
We made a good deal that makes us stronger.
-Félix, don't be stupid. -Rafa--
What?!
What we have here is stable.
It's working.
We have control.
And you just give it all away?
These hands...
grow the best weed in the world.
The best weed in the fucking world.
But we don't know shit about cocaine.
Really?
From what I've heard, you're learning about it pretty quickly.
What's up, brother?
Why?
That's all I want to know.
What's up?
You're not going to stop it. The coke is coming to Mexico, like it or not.
No, we can stop it because we are in charge.
This is our shit!
And the Colombians...
we don't want to work for them, and be their delivery boys--
Mexico will be the only way left for cocaine to come into the United States.
There's the market.
That's our future.
You want to be left out?
I'm sorry, brother...
but I'm against it.
That's fine.
We're moving forward with this.
I'm with Miguel Ángel on this.
That shit is the devil.
You understand where he's coming from?
He cares more about some fucking plants than real business.
He's an artist.
A pain in the ass.
This is a gamble. You know that.
Yeah, well, to be the richest man in Mexico, you have to risk a little.
Okay.
I'll take Rafa back to Tijuana to get his weed back.
Put his head right.
I don't give a shit about the load.
It's not right.
Falcón chasing us out of Tijuana looks bad,
especially with what you've got going on.
It's the wrong time to lose the plaza.
That's fine. Go on ahead.
You're right.
Miguelito.
Better make sure things work out.
I'll take care of it.
Sir.
Is this something that will make me happy?
I doubt it, sir.
It's from the desk of the Attorney General's office.
It's what the Americans have been doing in Guadalajara.
What the fuck?
Do I know you?
Heard of this name?
No, wait! What are you doing--