We've landed. Copy? Over and out.
Do you copy? Over and out.
Don't be a dumbass. Your sister likes when I move my hips, asshole.
-Fuck off. Get down here and help. -Here I come.
-How about that landing? -Awesome, man.
-Don't move! -Hands up!
Hands up!
Your drink, sir.
Your member number?
I don't have one.
I'm a guest.
Here.
Wouldn't call it my cup of tea, either.
I'm looking for a Mr. Zuno Arce.
There's lots of stories about Sinaloa.
They say they're finally gonna pave the streets.
I was born here in Mexico City.
It was a different time, though. Less complicated.
But what can we do?
Reminisce about the past?
I'd rather play tennis, even though I'm fat and have bad knees.
Or we could discuss the future.
In my line of work, certain opportunities are opening up.
And that's why I'm here. I wanted to talk about a proposition--
-You know, I was in Sinaloa once. -I'm sorry?
A restaurant I went to when I was there, the heads on these shrimp...
The woman I was with, I wasn't married at the time,
I think she enjoyed it less than me.
I can't remember the name... of the restaurant.
The woman I do remember.
Well, then. It was a pleasure, Félix.
Wait...
Ruben!
Don't putt without me.
How'd it go?
Let's see.
I pay you a million dollars for an introduction,
not for you to be out here fucking around.
What the fuck was that?
Your introduction.
My uncle, he does things a certain way, all right?
He didn't listen.
He didn't hear my proposal.
Don't worry. I told him.
You told him.
Then why the fuck am I here? What did you tell him?
The basics, anyway.
Look, I have shipments arranged.
Planes coming here. I can't wait. There's no time.
I can't wait for your uncle's ways, I need an answer today!
Doesn't work that way.
-This kind of deal takes time. -How long? How long?
Let me understand.
You thought you could partner with them off a pitch? No, no, no.
These people are going to look into everything you've ever done.
And then they're gonna decide whether your organization can protect them.
Whether this partnership can stay discreet--
How long?
-How long?! -It's the fucking government. Who knows?
If you're so worried about time,
why don't you talk with your Colombian friends? Push the deal.
You're going to tell me how to run my business?
Think about it. I would have done it already if I could.
Then don't.
Don't do it.
But please, whatever you do, keep the noise down.
People like my uncle, they don't like headlines.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
This shot's for par.
Silver Cartier Panthère.
It's beautiful.
The shape of the diamond, the silver along the band,
perfect against your skin tone.
Is Cartier not perfect on some? May I try it?
Of course.
I'm sorry, it seems as though you already have this item.
I don't have this beauty.
Seems your husband ordered it for you last month.
An easy mistake, with your collection. I suggest the Ballon Bleu.
My husband purchased it?
When?
There. It's a mistake, ma'am. A mistake on our end.
The purchase history for this customer begins here, ends here. You see?
She's still learning.
May I wrap that for you?
Thank you, Ma'am. Excuse me.
You don't expect me to believe that story, do you?
You aren't new.
I've seen you here before.
Please, Ma'am, I don't want any trouble.
Do you think I would forget an $8,000 watch?
No.
My husband ordered it. And I'd like to know for who.
Please, I need this job.
Then I'll give you an opportunity to keep it.
I want a list of addresses to anywhere my husband's made orders.
You know I can't give you that.
Oh, I know you will.
You go sightseeing?
Been anywhere nice?
The situation in Tijuana get resolved?
Let's see.
Falcón takes a load of our weed, and you shrug?
-I pay you for protection. -Who could have predicted?
That faggot Cuban, suddenly interested in your little weeds...
Yeah.
Sorry, partner. Wish I could help,
but my men are occupied with some leftists stirring shit up in Xalapa.
-I can't pull them-- -Then I'll handle it.
All right, man.
That Sinaloan dirtbag thinks he can cut a deal for coke
and not discuss our terms first?
Fuck him.
-He's been in Mexico City, boss. -Yeah, I know, I know.
Let's see how all this plays out.
Renegotiate when it's settled.
Put my money on the winner.
Let's go.
Hey, Ramon. Did your sister lend you that shirt?
-Or they paying you to wear that shit? -Asshole.
Well, I like it.
What's not to like? This shit's expensive, bro.
Won't catch me in it. Company would have to pay me to wear that gay shit.
Who the fuck's gonna pay your short ass to wear anything?
Wouldn't mind getting paid to carry one of these bad boys around.
-Yes? -How'd the meeting go?
I didn't get an answer.
We got shipments being coordinated, Miguel.
You think I don't know that?
What can I do? They want to vet the organization,
make sure their participation can be protected.
How long do they need?
Didn't say.
Well, I spoke to the brothers.
Benjamin's got a soft spot for the Cuban, but I reminded him of where he's from,
what we've done for him.
And?
They don't want to be involved, but they're on our side. Fucking brats.
We have a problem with the DFS.
I noticed.
Nava's withholding his men.
He knows about Colombia.
Can you handle this without them?
It's Tijuana.
No, wait, Don Neto.
Wait, man.
At least till I'm there. I don't want to miss that.
Worry about your government friends. I'll handle this.
We have Tijuana under control.
Just keep it quiet, Neto.
What are you talking about, man?
I'm quiet by nature.
This dude.
Gonna need your help. Get us out of this jam.
Yes, sir.
Chapo says the Cuban has an army. We need more men.
-More men? -We gotta buy local.
Sounds good.
Quickly! Hurry!
On the floor. Quickly.
On the floor!
Where's my fucking weed?
Hands behind you!
Cochiloco. Look there.
Nothing.
Let's take a look.
What the fuck? I told you to try not to kill anyone.
I was doing him a favor.
-You see the kind of pain he was in? -Shit.
It's here. He didn't touch any of it.
And now it's yours again.
All in a day's work.
But my plants have been through a lot. A lot!
So let's get 'em home!
We're just gonna leave 'em?
Come on, Neto...
let me handle it.
You want to send Falcón a message?
Send him one.
Make sure he's gonna see it.
I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Zuno's unavailable at the moment. May I take your message?
This is Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo, it's urgent that Mr. Zuno return my call.
I'll certainly pass the message along, sir.
Thank you.
They burned everything, sir. The art, the trucks.
There's nothing left.
It's time to put those monkeys in their place. Make the call.
Go ahead. File this one.
What happened?
We got a problem, brother. A big fucking problem.
I'm a little busy. What's up?
One of your pilots, Raul...
Raul Espinosa.
Familiar with this asshole?
I don't know. I have a lot of pilots, what's the problem?
He's in American custody.
Brings down six million dollars into a fucking grain field last night.
You to make this any easier on them?
The police took the money?
Fuck the money.
Your accounts, Félix, they're vulnerable.
All of them.
Vulnerable how?
What does this plane have to do with my fucking accounts?
The documents on board.
Account numbers, deposit history, fucking bank addresses.
The kind of shit these DEA assholes look into.
Miguel...
these documents tie together,
the DEA gets a warrant into one--
Then move it! All of it, you have my authorization.
I can't.
I need your signature.
I need you to come up here. Today.
No. It's not possible.
You don't get your ass on a plane this afternoon,
the Feds will be the ones knocking on my door next.
And every law enforcement agent in the US is gonna know your name.
What have you heard about one of my planes being taken down in Texas?
Well... yes, sir.
I spoke to the agents here in Guadalajara.
Is it true?
What happened?
I believe several million dollars was taken. And your men.
What else?
Excuse me?
What else was on that plane? What does the DEA have?
I've been told there were some kind of financial documents on board, sir.
I would like to ask you,
what would you want us to do--
Hello. Sir?
Motherfucker.
Beautiful painting.
A 19th century piece by Saturnino Herrán.
One of the two by the artist during his expressionist period.
May I see the other?
Already sold.
Someone with a good eye.
It's a gift for my husband.
He has a better taste for this sort of thing.
Art is about emotion.
What it intuits from you.
After all, you'll be the one looking at it.
How far along are you?
Six months.
I'll take it.
I'll get it ready.
Look, Miss, I just need to know if Mr. Zuno received my messages. That's all.
I'm sorry, sir. Like I told you--
Please tell him it's urgent.
Yes, sir. I will tell him.
Turn it up, brotha.
Fuck with my weed...
fuck with me...
I kill you.
We came, we saw, we burned that shit down!
So what's the deal? Let's get after it tonight. TJ's got some cool shit.
Check it out. The brothers are back on the team.
Been here the whole time, baby.
Wouldn't mind seeing some girls.
-Yes, girls. -Fuck, yes.
We got girls. Light skin, beautiful. Like you.
Just as long as the little guy can get it up, though, right?
-Okay. Take it easy. -Calm down.
Not here.
-Come on, kid. -Another day.
Good news here, brother. Got our mota back, easier than we thought.
Any noise?
Small industrial fire, nothing to do with us.
Gonna take the boys out to celebrate, be back in the morning.
You hear from our friends?
Nothing.
Maybe it's not your day, Miguel.
You built something beautiful. Don't put it all on chance.
I call the Colombians, that goes away, Neto, forever.
But Escobar's shipment lands without the government's support...
No, Miguel. They'll come for your head.
How's Rafa?
He's happy.
And the brothers?
Neto?
Neto, what is that?
Might have a little situation here, gonna have to call you back.
Wait, Neto. What kind of problem?
A big one.
Neto, what the fuck is that?
Told you Falcón was rolling with the army.
-You said "an" army. -No! "The" army.
Take out your guns, motherfuckers!
Motherfucker.
Don Neto! To the truck!
Move it!
Rafa!
The truck! Get to the truck!
-My weed! -Let's go!
I'm coming in. Stay open tonight.
Bye.
You needed to speak to me?
What are you doing?
I'm at home.
In Tijuana?
What's on your mind, Félix?
Falcón's become an issue. I need to put a stop to it.
You broke your word to him. Of course he's upset.
I didn't call for a lecture.
Falcón can be managed. I can handle him.
It's important this problem with him go away tonight.
I've been thinking about what you asked me in Colombia.
What I wanted out of all of this.
I want part of the plaza.
I want 20 percent of Tijuana.
Then earn it, sweetheart.
Fix this, it's yours.
Consider it done.
All right, then.
Let her pass.
Okay. Go ahead.
Stop there!
Identification, please.
Your passport.
Okay, lower your arms.
She's clean.
Come on.
Give me one second.
Hey, kid, what's going on with my passport?
Done?
A call for you.
It was La Maroma.
That restaurant in Sinaloa, with the shrimp, you know it?
Yes.
Yes, La Maroma. I do.
I apologize for the delay, Miguel.
As you know, things here tend to work at their own speed.
You have a deal.
Good. That's good.
And Félix?
Don't cross the border. The gringos are waiting.
Thank you.
One more thing...
Hasta luego.
So you're finally on your knees for him.
Expected more from you, Isabella.
My mistake, not yours.
-I'm here to make a deal with you. -What makes you so sure I'm interested?
Because you're smart. And you know you'll lose.
Will I?
I've never met anyone like him.
He's only just beginning.
-He's brainwashed you. -He hasn't.
He's convinced me.
Félix controls every plaza. In time, he will bleed you dry.
He seems to want to make a deal, so today you have leverage.
What's his offer?
Ten million now. Two percent of everything that moves through Tijuana after.
And if I say no?
You won't.
I hope you know the man you're dealing with.
He'll lie.
He'll lie to you, Isabella, like he did to me.
Your answer, Alberto.
-Fifteen million. -It's ten.
And I need an answer.
You're a cunt, Isabella.
Such a cunt.
Tell Félix...
he has a deal.
It's settled.
Stop there.
She's clear. Let her pass.
Understood.
Hey, what's this?
What's this bullshit?
Shit, Tony. You listening to me? I'm talking to you.
Relax. All good.
Be careful, boys, all good.
I guess Félix made a better deal.
You all right, kid?
Yeah.
Those leather?
Yeah. Italian.
Goddamn.
-Those are slick. -Right?
Maybe I'll get a pair.
A Grand Caravan 208.
How much can it hold?
I don't know.
Let's find out.
Pablo says hi.