General Zaragoza!
The French are retreating!
Send the cavalry!
After them! Fire the artillery!
Bring the prisoner forward.
You go that way, I'll go this way.
Stop right there! Get up and start walking!
-Get up and walk! -Just a second.
Enough! Walk!
Downstairs!
On your knees.
You're a spy for the enemy.
Say your line.
"Long live France!"
The hero killed her with one shot!
Will they be angry? It's Mama's favorite rug.
If they ask questions, I'll do the talking.
The gentleman will see you now.
I wanted to congratulate you on your brother's nomination.
He's going to make a fine president.
We're very proud.
It's time for...
a younger generation in Los Pinos, right?
Exactly.
From what I've read, your brother seems like a smart man.
He's brilliant.
Whereas I'm simply... clever.
Come on... "clever" usually pays better.
You're in the hotel industry, correct?
Yes, but I have other businesses as well.
Import, export...
You've done well for yourself.
Can't complain.
I've worked hard.
Yes. Hard work. Always the cornerstone.
Bet you come across a lot of pretty girls in the hotel business.
You have tennis courts at your properties?
Yeah, one or two of them.
Why?
I've always enjoyed the sight of a woman in a tennis skirt,
with those white shoes they wear.
I'd like to invite you...
to spend some time at my hotel
and be my guest of honor. What do you think?
We could arrange a tennis match for you, I'm sure.
I don't care much for Guadalajara.
Prefer the beach.
I have properties all over.
Whatever you'd like.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about...
all the things I can offer you.
I'd... I'd like the opportunity to help...
you and... your brother, obviously.
You donate to the party?
Of course, every chance I get.
Then you've already helped immeasurably.
My brother's going to do great things for this country.
I came to propose a relationship.
A more "direct" one.
I can be an asset...
to you and your brother.
Not only professionally, but...
personally, a friendship.
I'm someone who believes in that.
Who doesn't need a friend, right?
A discreet friend.
And more importantly...
a generous one.
I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we're not in need of all that.
I can't be certain what the future holds for the "hotel business"...
but I can tell you one thing about my brother and I.
We value family...
and loyalty.
Juan Nepomuceno Guerra has been a loyal friend to our family
since my brother and I were boys.
I'm aware of that.
I've heard that story before.
And I'm...
I'm not going to lie.
I've had disagreements with Don Juan.
Well, I hope your issues can be resolved amicably.
Because if anything were to happen to Señor Guerra, my brother and I would be...
very upset.
Juan is quite a... character.
What I can tell you is that...
my brother's going to be everybody's president.
We look forward to your vote.
What kind of fucking politician doesn't want money?
You're sure he speaks for his brother?
Always.
They're a team, hammer and nail.
-I've heard things. He's a player. -A player?
A player would take the money.
-Why the fuck doesn't he want my money? -No idea.
Find out what's going on.
I want every fucking detail.
And Guerra?
Can't touch him.
But the old goat can take another shot at you any time he likes.
I know.
I'm going to Sinaloa.
Safer than Guadalajara.
Motherfuckers.
Got more on that "situation" between Tijuana and Sinaloa.
Now what? They're still at it?
We told them no more bullshit violence.
But I'm not sure the boys were really listening.
After Chapo's thing, 'Mon went after Cochi's favorite mariachi.
Hey, asshole. Get down.
Please, mister, I'm begging you.
Grab his good hand. You know "Cielito Lindo," man?
And Cochiloco...
he didn't appreciate that.
Hey, hose that shit off.
Call Benjamín and Palma.
It stops now.
Settle on a number for the taxes they ducked, that ends it.
Let me know as soon as you find out something on the brothers.
Let's go, Clavel.
El Padrino's feeling the pressure.
Hey, boss.
Good to be back home in Sinaloa?
When are you coming home?
I'm not sure. Have some business I need to handle here.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. I just need to figure some things out.
Hang on, I can put the baby on the phone.
No, no, no. Maybe later.
I'm a little busy right now.
I'll call you later.
I didn't expect to see you again.
But here I am.
And with such lovely company.
Thought it was a good idea for all of us to meet. We need more.
At least 700 kilos this time.
Business must be good.
We've been saving our allowances. Right, doll?
Give me two weeks.
I hear things are changing in Mexico.
"Changing" how?
Cali's going to start moving product through the Gulf
with Juan Nepomuceno Guerra.
But I don't see why that should change our arrangement.
Going forward...
maybe we can make this an exclusive relationship.
Knock ten percent off every load over 400 kilos,
you're the only supplier we do business with.
Félix has competition now. He's weak.
We need to push harder.
It's time to expand.
Every time I sit down with him, I feel like I need to wash my hands.
WHO WILL YOU PICK IN THIS ELECTION? ON JULY 6TH JUÁREZ NEEDS YOUR VOTE
All right, got it.
Indian motherfucker.
Listen up!
I spoke to Azul.
Says this shit with Tijuana has to stop.
Hey... I mean it, man.
Come on, Chapo.
Damn it, man. Fuck those pussies.
Félix says it's over. So it's over.
We have to negotiate a price.
Kid's hurt, man. Look at him.
Put his heart and soul in that fucking tunnel.
Your shit with the steamroller didn't help.
Ramón fucked with a musician, man. That's like picking on a child.
Fucking asshole.
Okay, fuck it. I'll talk to them.
At the end of the day, shit's just money.
Go back and forth a little first.
Just not too hard.
For real, Cochi, don't mess with Ramón.
Fuck him, with his shirts.
I'll just talk with Benjamín or the other one...
Eduardo?
Javier, the kid?
The other one, with the mopey face.
Francisco.
Him, Francisco. He loves me, I'll talk with him.
Just settle it. But don't offer too much.
Sounds good. See ya!
Keep fucking walking, man. I mean it.
Relax, 'Cisco. Fuck, man.
I hate fucking clowns.
What did the new doctor say?
Wants to do more tests on her.
There's some specialist up in San Diego.
Ruth might take her. We'll see.
God's going to protect her, man.
I've been praying every night.
Thanks, 'Mon.
Hey, Benjamín.
You remember Ivan? He works down at the nightclub. Security.
Sure.
He's got something you want to hear.
Go on. Tell my brother what you told me.
Hold up.
Hey, man. Take a walk, okay?
Benjamín. Come on.
He doesn't mind, right? Or do you?
Nah, man.
It's cool.
What the fuck, man?
David's cool. I know him, man. I trust him.
Who the fuck is he?
Some fucking American you met in prison?
Gave you cigarettes?
Doesn't mean I trust him. Use your fucking brain, man.
What is it?
Sorry.
My cousin's a cop, right?
State police, in Guadalajara.
So we get to talking, tells me about how last week a call came in.
Gunshots. In this nice neighborhood. Fancy.
When he shows up, there's a couple of cars.
One's all shot up.
But whoever was inside... long gone.
The other car was bodyguards.
They tell my cousin it's been handled.
Put some money in his hand. "Fuck off," basically.
But this car that's been all shot up?
My cousin's seen it around town.
He recognizes it.
He knows who the target was.
What did you find out?
Did some digging.
I know why they aren't interested in your money.
He and his brother are about to make a bunch of their friends rich.
Oil, steel and railroads rich.
What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm talking about his plans for the economy.
So why don't they want your money?
'Cause they don't fucking need it.
The brothers have cut deals that will make them millions.
Bad news for your relationship with the party.
What's left of it.
Fuck!
Thanks, man.
Yes, Benjamín. What is it?
I need to talk to you about this shit with Sinaloa.
I've already handled it.
-Told them to make it right. -Yeah, I know.
Cochiloco's on his way up here to offer us money, make this all go away.
Then what's the problem? They're going to make peace.
The problem is the Arellano Félix family isn't interested in peace anymore.
We're interested in sending a message.
To everyone.
Benjamín, you're upset. You need to be an adult about this.
They stole from us.
And now they're going to pay you back.
That's not good enough.
Look, I'll make that decision.
I've already made it, for myself.
Maybe you should start thinking about what the Guadalajara Cartel would look like
if Tijuana pulled out.
That will never happen. Don't even think it.
This fighting between your plazas makes you look weak.
I know someone took a run at you last week in Guadalajara.
Shot up your car.
And that makes you look even weaker.
I don't think you want to answer the questions
that losing my organization would raise.
Keeping my family happy should be very important to you right now.
Yeah.
What did you have in mind?
What are you doing?
I was going in with you.
Why?
Fuck, no.
Stay with the car.
This is what came in from Badiraguato--
Boss.
Get out, Miguelito.
When'd you get here?
How are you, Güerito?
We need to talk.
Afternoon, Mrs. Palma. Boss is in there with him.
I'll just drop this for him in the shop.
Please give this to Mr. Palma when you get a chance.
Thanks.
You can call me Guadalupe.
Very well.
I'm keeping an eye on things out here. Basically in charge of security.
You're not from Mexico.
Venezuela.
Well, I hope you enjoy Sinaloa.
So far I like what I've seen of it.
Well, goodbye.
Goodbye.
Look, I know things got carried away with Tijuana.
But...
we're gonna pay Benjamín.
I promise.
Cochi's on his way right now to talk to him, make it right.
I know Cochi's been sent to handle it.
Yeah.
But he's not coming back from Tijuana.
What?
Cochi's been in the game as long as anyone.
They can't just...
Miguel Ángel, please.
This doesn't have to happen.
But it is happening, Güerito.
We were just fucking around.
Trying to make money, you know?
We got caught, so now we'll just pay the tax.
It was just fucking around.
This is what we do.
We're not fucking accountants, man.
We're not cowboys either.
Things are different now, Güero.
Félix...
Cochi's one of the plaza's top guys.
We...
do not kill each other over bullshit.
Over fucking money?
Cochi's one of us, Félix!
Doesn't that mean something?
How long have you known him?
About 20 years.
Since I was a cop.
Twenty fucking years.
And now...
just because those pussies in Tijuana get their fucking feelings hurt--
No, Güero!
Because you can't control your plaza.
You can't control your men.
You don't have the balls...
to be the boss.
Because you're weak, Güerito.
Okay.
You're right.
But please don't do this, Miguel Ángel.
Call Benjamín...
and stop it.
Let's go.
It's done.
I came here...
so you'd hear it from me.
Going back to the house, boss?
Give me the keys.
I'm driving myself.
No, no, no. No snacks before dinner.
But I'm hungry.
After your homework. Go on. Tell your brother, too.
They never stop eating.
Papa.
Want your coffee?
Papa.
Papa?
-What is it? -Nothing. It's nothing.
What are you looking at, then?
I said yes, now I'm not playing. Come here! Come here!
Give her back!
Come here, boy!
What the fuck do you think you're doing out here?
Hello, María.
What are you doing, Miguel?
I'm sorry...
to show up like this.
I've been thinking about you.
I don't care what you've been "thinking" about.
Yeah.
Things are fucked up right now.
You don't need me.
Remember?
I haven't forgotten.
And I don't need you.
None of us do.
You're like... you're like a disease, Miguel, look at you.
I don't want you near me. Or my children. You hear me?
Understand?
So no more showing up here. No more following the kids to school.
You aren't wanted.
You're not welcome here.
So get the fuck off my property, and don't come back.
History shows us that political errors
are always paid for.
The people and history...
are not forgiving.
Those who have betrayed the people of Mexico will soon face justice!
They will be called to account for their sins.
A new day is coming.
Some will be punished,
and others will be rewarded!
Mommy, he's doing it again.
Héctor, stop bothering your sister and eat.
I'm not doing anything!
Is everything okay?
You haven't touched your dinner.
Héctor, what's wrong?
Nothing. Leave it alone, babe. Okay?