This is Eduardo.
I'm here with Gilberto now.
Please, tell Cabrera that everything is according to plan.
Okay?
All of it.
Okay, I'm coming with Mr Carrascal now.
We'll see you at the meeting point.
Alright.
Hey, Juan…
What private matter were you discussing with Gilberto this morning?
We were just… clearing up loose ends.
It's Matthew Ellis, isn't it?
That fucking guy. I should have killed him when I had the chance. Piece of shit.
Forget it. It's being sorted.
How is it being sorted?
Relax.
This is my operation, Juan.
I created it.
I have a right to know what's going on. So why don't you tell me? Hmm?
Our Miami beauty has come back into the fold.
That's all you need to know. Now go.
And Gilberto trusts that bitch?
-Yes. And you should thank her, actually. -Why, Juan?
What do you mean why?
Your English lover-boy had you round his little finger.
Go.
I'll call the Cabreras and tell them we've arrived.
All right.
I am with Mr Carrascal, waiting at the lookout point at kilometre 29.
Oh, no, I wouldn't bother with that.
We're here waiting.
Don't waste your time.
Everything okay, Juan? What happened?
Matthew Ellis got away.
It seems he got a tip-off.
Who from?
How long are the Cabreras going to be?
How should I know?
But they're coming, right?
Of course they are!
Eduardo. Did you really call the Cabreras?
I don't believe this.
Show me your phone.
-Show it to me! -No.
What are you doing?
I'm calling Cabrera myself.
Relax, Juan. There's no need for that. You don't trust me? Seriously?
Here.
Take it.
Son of a bitch.
Get up.
I'm the son of a bitch, Juan? Me?
Did you know what Roper was planning?
To go back to England without me?
Of course I knew.
Go fuck yourself.
You were the only dumbass who didn't.
Please, please. Listen, Teddy.
-You're a piece of shit, Juan. -I'm begging you.
-What are you begging for? -Please, don't.
-I don't want to kill you. -Don't.
-Just get in the car. -Alright. Thank you.
Easy now.
Let him through.
Everything okay?
Where's Carrascal?
There's something I need to show you.
What? What's going on?
This is what's going on.
Who's this?
Who is he?
This piece of shit calls himself Matthew Ellis.
He tricked us into thinking he was an investor.
I put him on a plane to Paris two days ago.
What I don't understand, José, is…
what the fuck is he doing having breakfast with Roper yesterday?
So I had him followed.
He drove here. Booked into a hotel just down the road.
On our way here, Carrascal tried to call him.
He pulled a gun on me.
-And? -Well, Juan is no longer with us.
Bring him inside.
Let's go.
Get out of the way!
It's my son's school. He's in trouble again.
Mr Guzmán, give me two minutes, please, to talk to him. Two minutes, please.
Hey, sweetie, what have you done this time?
Please, darling. I can't keep getting calls from the school.
Who the hell is he?
Answer, asshole!
Who is the fucking mosquito?
Who is the fucking mosquito? Talk!
Talk.
Get him up.
Come here, you son of a bitch!
We need to stop that plane.
Hello, Trujillo, it's me.
Listen, do me a favour.
Come to San Marcos straight away. Bring a team.
No questions.
Give me a moment with this son of a bitch.
This is personal.
Roper must not have any suspicion that you know.
When the plane calls, you give the pilot the wrong coordinates.
Where are we going to send the plane?
An abandoned military base. It's called San Marcos. Not too far.
I've used it a couple of times for cocaine runs to Mexico. It's safe.
These are the coordinates.
This is where we send it.
He's here.
We welcome him as if nothing happened.
Business as usual.
We'll deal with him at the drop zone.
Good evening, everyone!
-Good evening, Consuelo. -I like your efficiency, Trujillo.
I need photos of absolutely everything.
I want proof of that British weapon on Colombian soil.
Please supply coordinates for landing.
Location received. We will make the drop in exactly one hour.
Let's go to the drop zone.
Keep your eyes on him.
Carlos, my son. Bring the Englishman.
Coming.
Ask for backup, Carlos!
Backup! Carlos!
Move, move, move!
Keep your guns on those double-crossing sons of a bitches.
Don't move! Don't move, asshole!
Dad, the weapon is here.
I forgive you.
Son of a bitch! Bastard!
Move, move!
Take him, take him!