What do you have on the Palma thing?
You were right. Clavel tipped him.
Turns out he was fucking the wife.
You see this fucking Acosta article?
We need to find him now.
Acosta's pissed off a lot of people. We'll get him.
Yeah, but when?
You have any idea what this could do to us?
We lose the election, we lose protection.
Americans back at my throat.
These people looking for him, they'll find him.
They'd better.
FAMOUS MEXICAN NARCO TELLS EVERYTHING TO U.S. PRESS
A huge turnout is expected for today's presidential election,
as polling stations across the country prepare to open...
Good morning, Félix.
Hello.
Leave us. Five minutes.
This is my office.
Our friends want to make sure today goes smoothly, so I'm going to observe.
I understand.
I'm not sure you do.
They saw this interview, Pablo Acosta.
-One of your-- -It's being handled.
Traffickers giving interviews.
Another article like that, doesn't matter what you pull off today.
There it is.
It's just what you asked for.
You can call it anti-SNIPE.
A duplicate version of SNIPE that displays false election results.
Each version has its own password.
Enter one...
get fake results, where we seem to be winning.
But enter the other one...
get the real results.
Chapo.
You need to get Lupita some money.
Tell her to take the kids and lay low.
And that I love her.
I'll take care of it, don't worry.
I want to put a bullet in those sons of bitches
for what they did to you and Cochi.
Chapito, listen to me.
This shit with Félix...
it's all good for us.
We just have to wait it out.
When the time comes,
we'll have to get in line to put a bullet in his head.
Polls are now open nationwide.
We'll be reporting throughout the day on the numbers...
Think it's too early for a drink?
Hello?
You sound tired, Félix.
What can I do for you, Pacho?
Hold on a second.
Pacho?
The reason I'm calling is your load is ready.
My what?
Hold on...
The coke?
You didn't plan on asking for the 70 tons, did you?
Of course, I just didn't think you'd get it together so fast.
But you said you needed the money,
so I got it done.
Consider it a personal favor.
It's not a problem, is it?
No, of course not. Don't worry.
Good.
I'd hate to see you step in your own bullshit.
Félix...
you do know what happens if you fuck this up?
-Hello? -It's me.
How many times have I told you not to call?
Wait! Don't hang up.
This affects you and the kids.
Go ahead, I'm listening.
I asked the Colombians for more product.
Seventy tons.
-Seventy? -Yeah.
You can imagine what would happen if I can't get it through.
And I need the government to do it, which only happens if I win tonight.
Win the election, Miguel?
Yeah.
You understand?
'Cause if this falls apart, they'll come after everything.
Everyone.
You understand?
You don't have to explain.
Good.
You can't keep doing this, Miguel Ángel,
making promises you can't keep.
I'm working on it.
Good luck, Miguel.
Thank you.
Your dessert, my sweet.
Look who's here.
My little desert flower.
You look terrible.
How'd you find me?
The article.
You said you were in a safe place.
I know you love it here.
Smart.
Or you said too much.
It's fine, don't worry.
It's insane, Pablo.
You lit their house on fire.
What'd you expect was gonna happen?
Talk to me.
What are you doing here?
Besides smoking that shit till your brain's fried?
That why you left me?
Come.
Take a walk with me.
Amado!
Call for you.
From who?
It's the boss.
Yeah?
I just got a call from Pacho.
The load is ready now.
I agreed to pick it up Friday.
Friday? Boss, there's no way we'll be ready.
Figure it out. Because if you don't, we're both dead, you understand?
What is that, Pablo? Buried treasure?
No.
Better.
Cold as the river.
This where you took all the girls when you were a little shit?
How old do you think this beer is?
So you left me so you could talk with this reporter?
No.
Not the only reason.
You've seen what they're capable of.
I didn't want anyone coming after you.
But I was always gonna find you after it was done.
I promise.
Okay. But no more bullshit, Pablo.
What happened to the deal with the DEA?
This interview will be better.
Everyone believes the American press.
But Pablo, you didn't say anything they can't deny.
'Cause it's the first article, baby.
There's a whole series.
They're gonna put them out one by one.
Each with more dirt than the last.
Gonna pick those sons of bitches apart
till there's nothing left.
See those bluffs?
Only one road through them, and I got eyes on it all the time.
They gotta cross the Rio Grande to get to me.
These are my people, Mimi.
This is my fucking fortress.
I know Félix is going to come after me at some point.
I can wait here, long as it takes,
watching those articles go off like fucking bombs. Boom, boom, boom.
Blow his shit up.
Everything okay?
The first results are starting to come in.
How's he seem to you?
Little tweaked, but okay.
He's ready.
For what?
Whatever comes.
Show me.
PRI's getting killed in Mexico City.
Switch it over.
You're doing better than I thought in Mexico City.
Still a ways to go, Francisco.
We're getting word now on results from the new SNIPE system.
PRI is seeing a huge surge in Mexico City.
Internal party polling confirms that voting outside Mexico City is way down.
It's working.
At 8:00 p.m., we'll have de la Madrid go on TV
to call the election in 's favor.
Good.
Once he's in office, I expect to be his first call.
What do you have for me?
I've got news from our friends in Juárez.
What is it?
Even with swollen feet, the man can still dance.
Remember the day we met?
Yes.
Party just like this.
Only white girl for miles.
Everyone looking at me strange.
Not how I was looking at you.
I saw you with different eyes.
Hurry up. We don't have all fucking day.
One hundred pallets?
It's set.
Boss? Can you come have a look at number four?
There's something with the electrical.
Can't I drink my fucking coffee in peace?
Calm down.
Let me see them.
Scroll down.
What the hell was that?
That what?
There were different results on the screen.
-What are you talking about, Francisco? -Those look like passwords!
Please don't touch my workstation.
I was making adjustments to the software, they're code.
Right, they're code. Then enter them. Let's see what happens.
Go on. Do it!
-What's going on? -Don't yell at me!
What's going on?
There were different results on the screen. That's what's going on!
They're trying to screw us again!
-Stop! Stop right there! -No, I'm looking for Mimi.
It's okay, he's a friend of Pablo's. Hi.
Shut it down!
Turn it off, goddamn it!
It can't just be shut down.
Show everyone what you're doing. Let's go.
-I don't know what you're talking about. -You don't?
We have to find the Minister.
Let me enter them.
This is government property, you do not come near it!
Hold on a second.
Wait! What happened?
What just happened?
What did you do?
Fucking piece of shit!
We strip it down, find the short, go cable by cable.
There's four kilometers of cables on this plane, boss.
You want to take a break or something?
-No, boss. -No?
-No. -You want to tell Félix
his coke isn't coming because we couldn't fix a goddamn wire?
-No, boss. -All right, then. Get started.
Yes, boss.
Those sons of bitches have been pulling this shit for too long!
You don't know what you're talking about!
You're the one manipulating the computers!
Gentlemen. Quiet, please.
Thank you.
I've been down to the mainframe, and it seems we've had a technical problem.
Our system crashed.
Mr. Secretary, what does that mean?
Moreño, please explain.
Explain.
Go on.
The code we are utilizing is a complex system
with a lot of data.
And it overwhelmed the mainframe.
He's covering!
He doesn't want us to see what he was doing with the passwords. It's bullshit!
Francisco, I'm going to ask you to please not use that kind of language here.
It's a technical issue, and it's out of our hands.
Now if you'll excuse me.
It's a lie. You know it's a lie!
Maybe it's like the Apple III.
Apple III, my ass! It's not fucking true!
Hello, you sons of bitches!
Run!
Everybody grab one!
Let's go!
-Where's Acosta? -I don't know!
Gonna take a lot to get Acosta, fuckers!
Chopper Two. We've got eyes on Acosta!
He's on the north end of town.
Meet at the rallying point. We're gonna surround him.
We are receiving reports of irregularities with the SNIPE system.
Questions have arisen regarding the validity of the results.
It's all fucked. This is just going to drive them all back to the polls.
Can't we restart it?
So they can see what we were doing?
-There's something-- -The computer's done, Félix.
It's over!
So are you.
Take your positions! Establish the perimeter!
What the fuck is this?
It's a tracking device.
It's hard...
trying to impress these people.
I'm just a poor girl from Durango in a thousand-dollar dress.
You're an ex-cop who became a drug dealer.
Like we know shit about computers, or elections.
So busy pretending, we forgot who we were.
Anyway, I was rooting for you.
We still have time. We just need to change them.
There's not enough time to change ballots, Félix.
No, not the ballots. We need to change these...
the tally sheets.
There are thousands of precincts.
How the hell are you going to get to them all?
Boss wants a word.
Miguel Ángel.
What's up, my friend?
Where have you been?
Can we talk?
Chapo, look...
I know what happened with Palma was unfortunate.
But we need to move past it.
We're more than a Federation, Chapo.
Sometimes we fight, have our differences, but in the end...
we're still family.
Family?
Is that why you had Cochiloco killed?
He gave me no choice, you know that.
Fuck that, that's bullshit!
Look...
I understand you're angry, but...
if our people don't win this election, we all go down.
The Federation's over.
I need your help right now.
Well, if you want us to still be "family,"
as you say,
let Héctor Palma come back.
No questions asked.
Okay, Chapo.
Okay.
You do this for me, I'll consider it.
What do you need?
Yes.
Uh-huh.
And what's in it for my family?
What's in it for...?
Look, Benjamín...
we can't continue this way.
-What are you talking about? -What am I talking about?
I need plaza bosses...
who I can turn to for advice.
People I know I can trust and trust me.
That means going forward I'll be giving you the kind of say in our business
you've always wanted.
We're gonna need a lot more cocaine.
And we're never sharing the plaza again with anyone.
Deal.
What do you need me to do?
Pablo Acosta!
This is Commander Guillermo Calderoni
of the Federal Judicial Police.
You're surrounded on all sides.
Come out with your hands in the air!
Go fuck your mother, Calderoni!
You want me, come in and get me!
Stop! Cease fire!
Get the gasoline.
Hold your fire!
It's a DEA agent.
That took some fucking balls.
Hey, it's okay.
They won't shoot with the gringo inside.
Get two glasses.
Keep your guns up!
Add a zero right there, please.
Add a zero to PRI.
Cover him!
Maintain your positions!
Acosta's dead.
Happened about a half hour ago.
Thought you'd want to know.
Well done, Félix.
How far along?
Ten weeks.
It's gonna be a boy.
PRI WINS
Looks like we don't have to go into hiding.
Hiding? We won.
Join me.
I'll buy you a coffee.
Listen, no more delusions of grandeur.
I deal with what's in front of me.
And what's that?
Well, keeping my organization healthy.
My people happy.
You.
The kids.
I'll believe it when I see it.
Fair enough.
In the meantime, I'll take that coffee.
Óscar, a coffee for the lady.
Right away, sir.
With milk.