["Out of Time Man" by Mano Negra playing]
[sighs]
♪ I'm walking out for love ♪
♪ I'm walking bad real down Like a cool breeze ♪
♪ I'm gonna be late again ♪
♪ Driver wait for me please I'm running all in vain ♪
♪ Tryin' to catch this fuckin' train ♪
♪ Time don't fool me no more ♪
♪ I throw my watch to the floor It's so lazy ♪
♪ Time don't do it again ♪
♪ Now I'm stressed and strained With anger and pain in the subway train ♪
-♪ Now it's half past two ♪ -♪ Long gone the rendezvous ♪
-♪ Now it's half past three ♪ -♪ Time made a fool out of me ♪
-♪ Now it's half past four ♪ -♪ Oh, baby, can't you see? ♪
-♪ No use in waiting in no more ♪ -♪ It's a timing tragedy ♪
♪ I think it's nine when clock says ten ♪
♪ This girl wouldn't wait For an out of time, out of time man ♪
♪ Time don't fool me no more ♪
♪ I throw my watch to the floor It's so lazy ♪
♪ Time don't do it again Now I'm stressed and strained… ♪
[Alfredo in Spanish] What's up, you don't knock?
[Alex] Sorry…
Thought we were supposed to hang out.
Let's do something.
[Alex] Mmm-hmm.
You wanna hit the mall?
-I know some girls going… -Nah.
I've got something better.
Maybe I can get you into this party.
Should be pretty cool…
Yeah?
[chuckles]
Dress nice, bro.
Hey…
[Alfredo] Mmm?
Can I hold it?
Bro, you can have it.
-♪ Now it's half past three ♪ -♪ Time made a fool out of me ♪
-♪ Now it's half past four ♪ -♪ Oh, baby, can't you see ♪
-♪ No use in waiting no more ♪ -♪ It's a timing tragedy ♪
-♪ Now it's half past two ♪ -♪ Long gone the rendezvous ♪
[opening theme song playing]
[in English] All right, listen up. Here's what we're after.
Ryder van. High roof, single-axle.
Trucks come and go throughout the day, in and out.
We sit tight, we wait for the vans, you copy?
-Copy that. -Copy that.
[Walt] Thanks to the FBI,
we've got 24-hour surveillance on four car lots run by Juárez associates.
Dirtbags moving money and product across the border.
Surveillance indicates cash moves in bulk on Thursday nights. As in, tonight.
Vans arrive anywhere between 9:53 and 10:07,
load up, exit out the front roughly 30 to 55 minutes later.
Now, for this to work, we need to run things a bit different.
We need this operation to look rogue, criminal.
Once we move on the cash, it sits in holding.
Doesn't appear on any El Paso police report
or any DEA wire or any fuckin' newspaper.
What's the angle?
Make the cartels think they got an El Paso problem,
rip crews moving in on their operation.
We seize enough cash, make enough noise, it generates heat all the way to the top.
Intel suggests that Amado Carrillo Fuentes
murdered his business partner, Rafael Aguilar,
assuming full control of Juárez.
His money starts to disappear,
Amado's gonna come looking for it.
[indistinct radio chatter in Spanish]
[Andréa in English] When I was little,
we subscribed to three different newspapers.
My father bought another on his way home from work.
Told me the answers to all my questions were somewhere inside.
THE VOICE OF TIJUANA TRUTH WITHOUT COMPROMISE
[indistinct chatter]
[Andréa in Spanish] Good morning.
[indistinct chatter]
A little coffee…
Nice of you to join us.
All right, let's go. Isa…
Where are you with the story on that complex in La Presa?
Waiting for a comment from the inspector, sir.
It's been a week.
Left word several times.
Without comment, I don't have a third source…
He the only person who can speak?
-I'm not waiting another week. -[Isabella] Yes, sir.
-Issac. -[Issac] Sir.
Talk me through "Ezenario."
Story's on a serviceman from the States
arrested on Avenida Revolución over the weekend.
An arrest made? Groundbreaking.
[all chuckle]
The rising number of Marines from Pendleton
crossing the border each weekend
is directly tied to the rise we're seeing in prostitution.
-Let's try not to cast judgment. -I'm interested.
-Make it compelling. -Yes.
Our fearless columnist.
I'm working up something on Mother Teresa.
-There's a surprise. -[Marco] An odyssey back to the border.
The very line between countries whose economic disparity
symbolizes her mission in life.
You'll be using less indulgent language in your copy?
Some of us try and sell papers.
Well…
[inhales sharply]
A wedding…
at La Catedral de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe.
-The Arellano Félix family-- -A wedding, Andréa?
Someone move you to 'Culture' and not tell me?
[journalists chuckling]
Do the job you're assigned, or I'll find someone who will.
Ramón…
[Marco] Fear response starts in the temporal lobe of the brain…
specifically… a region called the 'amygdala.'
Tiny… Isn't much bigger than an almond…
and yet, its effect on you--
I didn't freeze. He didn't let me finish. There's a difference.
And tell me how Claudio Vazquez marrying Enedina Arellano Félix
isn't something this paper should cover?
-Is it? -Yes, it is.
I'm telling you, this is the start of something dangerous.
I'm twice divorced, I get it.
Not the fucking wedding, Marco!
Think about it.
The sister of a trafficker
marrying an attorney from the city's oldest firm…
in Tijuana's most prestigious cathedral.
Marco, that wouldn't have happened two years ago.
Something's changing.
Prove it.
Find a reason people should care.
[Andréa in English] In Mexico, if you're a journalist, the truth can be hard to find.
And harder to publish.
The government controls most of the media.
It owned the timber industry, which meant they owned the paper supply,
so you needed approval to print.
They managed the narrative,
but a small paper in Tijuana fought back.
Its founder wasn't interested in being told what to say.
He printed his paper in San Diego to avoid censorship,
drove it back across the border, sold it by hand.
The truth mattered to him. You found it…
he'd print it.
[indistinct chatter]
[Walt] Got the green light from the FBI so, yeah, it's a go this evening.
-Thank you, dear. -Sorry about the wait, hon.
Ma'am, can I get that side of ranch, please?
-Be right back. -Thank you.
So it went well.
Feds will probably take most of the credit, but yeah.
It went good.
-Yes, it went very well. -Oh, my God.
You just said something positive.
Yeah, well, enough about the case.
[chuckles]
I got some news this morning.
Lay it on me.
Heard back from Houston.
[sighs]
-Babe, I got it. -Get the fuck out of here.
[Dani laughs]
Now why didn't you lead with that?
[clears throat] Well…
I also heard back from DePaul.
I got the spot there, too. [chuckles]
Chicago.
I thought you said that was a long shot.
I think I also said, "My dream."
Well, when do they need an answer by?
It's a big decision. I have some time.
How far is Chicago?
You wanna see a map?
Look, it's a surprise, I know. I wasn't exactly expecting it, either.
Well, I guess you'll figure it out, then.
[Dani] Mmm-hmm.
-You could try being happy for me. -Look…
Side of ranch.
I am happy for you.
[policeman blowing whistle]
[policeman 1 in Spanish] Wedding guests only!
[car horns blaring]
[policeman 2] Street's closed! You can't turn here! No stopping.
[policeman 1] Move it! Have your invitations out, please.
[policeman 3] Lady! You can't turn here! Go the other way!
Move now!
-Officer! I'm with La Voz. -No press. Guests only.
[policeman 3] Move your fucking car. Not gonna ask you again.
[indistinct chatter]
[Sonia] Everyone, look over here. Come on, smile!
[laughing]
No!
-Sonia, you have to warn us! -[indistinct chatter]
Wedding planner's asked us to take our positions.
[gasps]
-[Maria squeals] -It's time!
-Let's go, it's time! -Right now?
-Hi, handsome. -Mom.
[both chuckle]
Look at you.
So what do you think?
He's a good man, right?
You think Ramón would let him get this far if he wasn't?
[both laugh]
[exclaims softly]
[Benjamín sighs]
Oh, 'Dina…
Dad would be so proud to see you today.
[softly] Hey…
let's go.
[exhales deeply]
-You're beautiful. -[chuckles nervously]
I can't breathe in this dress, Benjamín.
Don't you dare step on it!
[indistinct chatter]
[choir singing in Spanish]
[orchestra playing]
Take care of her.
Stop it.
[man sniffing]
[Palma whispering] Rayo…
What?
Weddings, man.
Gets me every time.
[orchestra stops playing]
[Father Baiz] You may sit.
Ladies and gentlemen, today we are celebrating
because we welcome Claudio and Enedina
who've come to commit to love and the faith of Christ.
[door opens]
[choir girl 1] Hurry up, close the door.
-Give me one. -[choir girl 2 replies indistinctly]
Ladies.
-Thank you. -Don't worry about it.
Father Baiz still give you shit when he catches you out here?
You know Father Baiz?
[chuckles] Showed me what hell looks like for four years.
You went to Sacred Heart?
♪ The Love of Christ urges us on ♪
[chuckles]
-It gets better, I promise. -[whining] Fucking better.
[mimics crying]
This is such a spectacle, huh?
The family usually keeps a low profile when they come in, but…
Depends.
-They come in often? -Benjamín and his wife?
They're here like twice a week, with their daughter.
Father Baiz is super close with the family.
Well, hopefully you'll get some free food.
-Yeah… -[laughs]
-And some fucking alcohol. -[both laugh]
Also alcohol. So you're going to the reception?
The bride and groom invited the entire choir.
Never been to Club Bretaña before!
[both squeal]
[Walt in English] Please tell me you got me one of these coffees.
-They ran out. -The fuck you mean, "they ran out"?
What I meant to say is I just didn't get you one.
[Walt] Say that next time. Hey, guys, how's it looking?
This is some operation.
-[Walt] We got any movement? -[FBI agent] Nothing yet.
[band playing lively music]
[indistinct chatter]
[Andréa] In Tijuana, weddings are a good way to keep score.
By any account, the Arellano family had arrived.
[woman singing in Spanish]
[guests cheering and clapping]
[in Spanish] My love. Come on.
[indistinct chatter]
Whoo!
I'll be back.
I love you.
[indistinct chatter]
[Andréa in English] There was reason to celebrate.
The guest list included everyone from politicians to pop stars.
[in Spanish] Mrs. Soto, thank you. Have a good night and have some fun.
The food is on its way. Drinks all around, now have fun.
Thank you, Judge!
[Andréa in English] After Félix Gallardo's arrest, the cartels had splintered.
Gone solo.
And things had changed pretty quick.
[in Spanish] Hey, it's a pleasure…
Oh, my God, this is your daughter?
-Wow, you're all grown up. -[chuckles]
[Andréa in English] There was a new order to the world of trafficking.
And while some were loving their independence,
others were wondering where they fit in.
[in Spanish] You believe the money they spent on this shit?
They can afford it.
We should eat as much as we can, right?
[laughing] Fuck yeah.
Listen…
If someone's gonna bend me over and fuck me in the ass,
at least let me get liquored up first. [laughs]
Take it easy on that shit, huh?
[Andréa in English] In Tijuana in the early '90s,
the drug business was booming. Four billion dollars a year.
And everyone wanted a taste.
[in Spanish] Fresh?
[Andréa in English] Independent traffickers.
Guys like Ismael "El Mayo" Zambada.
A name you should remember.
Without allegiance to any one cartel, Mayo did his own thing.
Moving shrimp and other precious cargo
from his home in Mazatlán up the coast and into Tijuana.
[Benjamín in Spanish] Had a big month?
Come on, you think I don't know what's moving through my plaza?
The thought never crossed my mind.
Happy to pay for the privilege.
Yeah.
Imagine not having to.
How's that?
A guy like you… could do well in our organization.
I like being my own boss.
[chuckles] Right.
Besides,
you know where home is.
Fuck, man. You're better than that. Think about it.
-Thank you for coming. -You got it.
[Andréa in English] Yeah. From where Tijuana was sitting,
things were looking pretty good.
[in Spanish] Hell yeah. Is there a coatroom nearby?
[man] You dog.
Thought you couldn't get it up when you drink?
[exclaiming]
Then ask your sister why I had to drop her fat ass at the clinic.
[all laughing]
[Andréa in English] Positioned perfectly along the US border,
the Arellanos were now number one.
-[in Spanish] Keep your eye on this one. -What? It's only my fourth one!
[Andréa in English] But, of course, there was still the Gulf.
After a stroke sidelined its leader, Don Guerra,
his nephew, Juan Abrego, took control,
moving coke and heroin out of Matamoros by the ton.
[in Spanish] I better go say hi…
Behave, Ramón!
Show that old fucker those Jordans, bro!
-Damn, bro. -[others exclaim]
-Glad you could make it. -Family's everything.
My uncle didn't want to miss Enedina's special day.
Don Guerra, if there's anything you need - let me know.
The bride looks lovely.
Beautiful, no?
Heard about the shit you had seized up in Brownsville.
600 keys? Fuck, man… thought those were your people.
Hope you aren't regretting leaving this fucker in charge.
A misunderstanding.
-The guilty parties have been dealt with. -I don't doubt it.
Be happy, it's a party.
[Andréa in English] The Gulf Cartel and Tijuana coexisted,
but no one said they were friends.
[in Spanish] Fucking prick.
[Andréa in English] Those were the winners.
Then there was everyone else.
[Benjamín in Spanish] Hey, man. Am I paying you to drink or run security?
-It's club soda. -Club soda's for the guests.
Pancha, take care of your people.
[Andréa in English] At the very bottom of the Mexican trafficking world
sat Sinaloa.
[in Spanish] A special day for your family.
Cute bandage, Chapo. Heard you ran into some trouble.
-[song playing in Spanish over stereo] -Hey!
[police siren blaring in distance]
Hey, hey, hey!
What's up, officer?
-We're all paid up. -Price went up.
Benjamín's orders.
Shit, okay. Let me grab it.
Here it is, asshole.
A misunderstanding.
Some cool shit, huh?
From Amado.
I brought this for the beautiful bride.
This a funeral or what?
Joaquín.
I put you at the kids' table.
Enjoy.
[Andréa in English] Lacking a border of their own,
the small organization was suffering.
Without direct access to the States,
the Sinaloans had to rely on Benjamín's goodwill
and pay a hefty tax in order to move their product
through the Arellanos' territory.
And it was bleeding them dry.
[in Spanish] Güero, you gotta say something.
This tax is killing us, man.
Yeah, they went mad.
Excuse me.
-I was hoping we could speak for a bit. -No business tonight, man.
Not today.
Enjoy yourself. Excuse me.
[Azul] What'd he say?
Move over, I'm at your table.
[indistinct chatter]
[Claudio] …the proudest moment of my life,
to not only have given this beautiful woman my heart…
[guests cheer and clap]
But to now, finally - call her my wife.
[all guests] Aww.
-I love you, gorgeous. -I love you too.
[guests cheering and clapping]
How beautiful! I could fucking cry!
Sit the fuck down…
Let's hear it for the bride and groom!
[guests cheering and clapping]
Our next speech comes from someone who means a lot to my family.
Ladies and gentlemen, Father Baiz!
Thank you, Javier.
Some of you may not know this, but…
-Enedina's first love… -Oh, no, Father.
…was singing.
If I close my eyes in Mass,
I can still hear that little girl today.
The smallest one in choir, but somehow, always the loudest voice.
[guests laugh]
When I look at the beautiful woman before me tonight,
I wonder where the years have gone.
-Mrs. Vazquez,' look at you now! -[guests cheering]
[El Rayo] Another toast!
To the eight inches she'll be swallowing every night!
[El Rayo laughing]
[El Rayo continues laughing]
[clears throat]
Our apologies.
I think our friend had one too many.
[El Rayo muttering]
[tense music playing]
[Father Baiz] Okay…
And that's why I stopped drinking before Mass.
[all laugh]
All right, let's get everyone on the dance floor.
Music, please.
[band starts playing]
[Ramón] Get your ass up.
-Hey, man! -Think you've had too much.
Huh?
Come on, let's get some air.
Enjoy dessert, guys.
[Palma] Let it go, man.
This is bullshit, Güero.
-Congrats, beautiful. -Shut the fuck up, man.
I said it was a fucking joke.
Little guy's probably closer to four. [laughs]
[Kitty] Real funny, bro. Keep it up.
[El Rayo] Fuck you.
[Ramón] Don't worry we'll all be laughing soon.
Oh, yeah? Bring your sister so she can laugh with us.
[men continue talking indistinctly]
[man] It's very funny, fucker, isn't it?
[continues speaking indistinctly]
[El Rayo groaning]
[all talking indistinctly]
Can I help you, ma'am?
No, thank you, just on a walk…
Well, keep it moving. This is private property.
Sure. I'm meeting some friends.
Like I said - private property. The party's that way…
Ma'am.
-I heard you. -Please go.
Let's go.
-Enjoy the party. -Have a good night.
Thank you.
[El Rayo] I said it was a fucking joke. It's enough…
Fuck you, bitch!
[talking indistinctly]
-[thudding] -[groaning]
You done laughing, bitch? You having fun now?
[Kitty] Finally shut the fuck up.
You guys feel like a drink?
[man] Sure, I do.
[Romeo] You see that bridesmaid with the fat ass…
[Mills in English] All quiet on the western fuckin' front.
Time hasn't changed.
Stop checking.
Ten o'clock, huh?
You know, these guys don't exactly punch in and out of work.
All right? They'll fuckin' be here.
[Jaime] Walt.
We need to talk.
Got some guys for you to meet.
-Agent Breslin? -Yeah, what's going on?
Detective Clark, El Paso Homicide. This is my partner, Officer Gomez.
Guy at one of the shops you're on, Andres Valdez,
wife reported him missing earlier.
And?
Might connect to a series of bodies that turned up this afternoon.
-Sorry, pals, I'm not following. -[sighs]
The other vics, Ricardo Rivas, Daniel Romero,
Arturo Vega.
The fucking owners of these lots.
It's time to hit 'em. Right now.
Motherfucker.
[dramatic music playing]
[Walt] What the fuck?
-Coke's gone. They cleared it out. -[man] I got nothin'.
[Sheridan] Jesus Christ!
[men speaking indistinctly]
Fuck!
[indistinct chatter]
JUDGE SOTO
[Romeo in Spanish] There's Ramón now.
-[Ramón] Let's go. -[Romeo] Goodnight, Dad.
See you later.
[Judge Soto] Quiet when you come home tonight, son!
[laughs]
[sighs]
-[upbeat dance music playing] -[indistinct chatter]
-So who the fuck are you? -Uh…
I was at the wedding.
My brother said it was okay if I came tonight.
-Who? -Alfredo. He's in the bathroom.
Ah. You son of a bitch, you're Alfredo's brother.
-You have fun tonight? -Yeah.
Appreciate your family having me.
Have a drink with me.
Need to drink it, or they won't bring more.
That's kinda how it works.
Darling.
Come here, babe. Sit down, I'll introduce you to my friend.
Hey. [kisses]
-I'm Natalia. -Alex.
[Natalia] What took you so long to talk to me?
[Alex] Well, it's just that I…
[Walt in English] They emptied out the place while we sat there and watched.
[Jaime] Just let it be.
[Sheridan] Hey, man, reliving it won't help.
-They fuckin' played us! -Us?
-Yes, us, the DEA! -Us?
No, no, no. We had them, the fuckin' product.
-But you had to make this about Amado. -Fuck you!
-We all made that call. -That was your--
[Jaime] Hey, settle down!
-Settle down! -[yelling indistinctly]
[Walt breathing heavily]
Walt!
God fucking damn it. Get out of here, go home.
We'll finish in the morning.
Fuckin' babies.
[Walt] Fuckin' piece of shit, man.
[Jaime] Walt. Walt.
[sighs]
You done?
Four fucking months of work down the fucking drain.
Yeah.
Sometimes that's the way it goes.
Look, I know you were hoping this would get us Amado--
It's not about Amado, man.
Fuck Amado.
I'm tired of fucking losing.
That's not the job, Walt…
chasing the win.
We try and stay even.
That's all we can do.
Sir, that's the biggest load of bullshit I ever heard.
Why don't you take the rest of the week off?
-No, sir-- -I ain't asking.
[moody music playing]
[tires screech]
-[dance music playing] -[indistinct chatter]
[in Spanish] Miss. Get you a drink?
-Name's Adrian. At your service. -Yeah, I bet.
[yelling]
[grunting]
[glass shatters]
Sorry, bro. It was an accident.
Sorry, bro.
Motherfucker.
Relax, man.
-Hey. Where you going? -I said it was an accident.
[chuckles]
-[grunts] -[woman exclaims]
Fuck him up!
[grunting and groaning]
Hey, bro! It's your turn.
Now, fucker!
[groaning continues]
[Alfredo] Do it!
Fuck him up! Do it again!
Our boy's a killer.
[laughs]
[man speaking indistinctly]
Adrian, right?
Mmm-hmm.
Those kids hanging with Ramón Arellano…
tell me about them…
Come on.
The sooner you answer my questions, the sooner I turn back around,
and you can go back to staring at my ass.
They're in here all the time.
The Judge's son - he's tight with Ramón.
Friends, huh?
Shit, the kid practically works for him.
"Works for him"?
How?
Don't know.
But I'm pretty sure he isn't washing his fucking car.
Hey, what's up? Thought we could hang out.
You were wrong.
[in English] Hey.
How'd it go?
I don't really wanna talk about it.
You wanna have one?
I mean, we just got burned.
They're two steps ahead of us, and…
It's over.
I think you should take Chicago.
We can… We can talk about that later.
I don't wanna talk about it later. I wanna talk about it now.
[scoffs]
[chuckles] Okay. Um…
Then what about us?
Last time I checked,
DEA has offices in more than just El Paso.
When's the last time you checked?
Don't fuck with me, Walt.
I'm not.
We do it together.
["The Way I Lose My Mind" by Carl Smith playing]
Yeah?
[giggles]
♪ Alone and so afraid ♪
♪ Is where I start each day ♪
♪ And staying up all night ♪
♪ Is the way I fall asleep ♪
♪ Pretending I don't care ♪
♪ Is the way I hide my pride… ♪
[in Spanish] How'd it go?
No more problems in El Paso.
Just like you asked.
Everything's clean.
Aguilar was gonna get us caught, Manny.
[chuckles]
Yeah.
Place is coming along.
-I like those lions at the entrance. -Yeah?
That's a shame, 'cause I'm tearing it all down.
Need anything else, boss?
[in English] ♪ A million tears at a time ♪
♪ Is the way I always cry ♪
♪ And hanging onto you ♪
♪ Is the way I lose my mind ♪
♪ Hanging onto you ♪
♪ Is the way I lose my mind ♪