["Lost in My World" playing]
♪ Lost in my world ♪
♪ Lost in this funny world ♪
♪ Living with people ♪
♪ People that is hard to… ♪
[in Spanish] Sir?
[in Spanish] Which way's the kitchen?
Over there.
♪ Lost in my world ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, lost in my world ♪
♪ Lost in my world ♪
♪ Hiding from people ♪
♪ Knowing their truth ♪
♪ Having a soul without love ♪
♪I said whoa, whoa Whoa, lost in my world ♪
♪ One more time, I said whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Lost in my world ♪
♪ Knowing their truth ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Having a soul without love ♪
♪ I said whoa, whoa Whoa, lost in my world ♪
♪ One more time, I said whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Lost in my world ♪
[opening theme song playing]
[woman in Spanish] Come on, it's almost midnight…
[in Spanish] This is really good.
[in Spanish] You never change. Let's go.
Ten, nine, eight…
[Isabella] '94 is when shit really hit the fan in Mexico.
[in Spanish] Sorry to interrupt, Mr. President.
We have a problem.
[Isabella] The chaos that began with the murder of Cardinal Posadas
now escalated into armed rebellion.
Three thousand rebels seized towns and cities
across the poor southern state of Chiapas.
They called themselves Zapatistas.
Their rebellion began on January 1st, 1994.
The day NAFTA went into effect.
The trade deal was supposed to transform Mexico.
But for the poor and indigenous, it just meant the loss of more land.
Things were unravelling.
It felt like we were at war with ourselves.
That upheaval even reached the top of the PRI.
Luis Donaldo Colosio was the PRI's candidate
in the upcoming presidential election.
He'd been a party insider, a man trusted to toe the line.
[in Spanish] We only have time for a few questions. Thank you.
[Isabella] But somewhere along the way, Colosio shifted gears,
started talking about reform.
And that wasn't part of the plan.
[in Spanish] I see a Mexico hungry for justice…
a people aggrieved by laws that are distorted,
by those supposed to uphold them…
[Isabella] It was a real fuck you to the guys
who'd hand-picked him for the presidency.
It also meant Colosio was a threat.
-[telephone ringing] -This is Breslin.
[Jack] Shit, you are alive.
Hey, Jack, I've been meaning to check in.
How's San Diego?
Beats the hell out of Tijuana.
Listen, I need you up here.
There's something I think you're going to want to see.
[Vincente in Spanish] Bro, you're gonna fucking love this.
[Vincente laughing]
[Amado in Spanish] What the fuck, Vicente.
Matching cars, man! So people know we're coming.
That we're coming?
So that they know we're coming?
[chuckling] Yeah. White lines… Get it?
Take 'em back.
What do you mean?
-I mean, take 'em back! -[hip hop song playing]
What the fuck?
[Isabella] While Mexico faced a crossroads,
Amado Carillo Fuentes had taken off.
With Sinaloa and Tijuana at war, Amado cut to the front of the line.
His deal with Cali now paid him in product.
A kilo of coke for every one he moved.
Three thousand dollars to transport a kilo became $40,000 to sell for himself.
It put him in retail. The promised land.
Direct sales to America.
The biggest drug market in the world.
As much as five tons a month.
That's around 180 million in cash every 30 days.
And thanks to his partnership with Hank,
he was able to do it all in plain sight.
Upgrading from desert landing strips to international airports.
For a couple years in the mid '90s,
Amado wasn't just the biggest trafficker in Mexico,
he was the biggest trafficker anywhere, ever.
The vision was complete.
There was no limit to how much he could move.
But as 1994 showed us, that could all change in a hurry.
[in Spanish] There he is, the man in black.
[Amado] Can't all have your style, man.
Surprised you were in town.
[clicking tongue]
Place looks nice.
Shit took long enough, been easier I'd done it myself.
[Pachito] You like big things, I see.
[chuckles] Shit, who doesn't?
Come on, let's talk.
[Pachito sighs]
Wanted to tell you in person…
My partners in Cali want out.
[intense music playing]
The fuck are you talking about?
They cut a deal with the government.
They'll serve a little time, then walk away with their money.
Go legit.
It's over, Amado.
[Amado sighs]
"Over…"
You knew change was coming after Escobar went down.
Not this. Fuck, Pacho.
Where do you stand?
[inhales deeply and exhales]
Gilberto and Miguel have always treated me like family.
Pacho, there are many things to do. Lot of money to be made…
Want to know what God thinks of money?
Take a look at who he gives it to. [chuckles]
I'm joining them, man.
Riding into the fucking sunset.
Fuck, Pacho. [sighing]
How long do I have? Before my supply runs out.
I'd make it a priority.
[Mayo in Spanish] Things are changing fast, huh?
Army in Tijuana
coming after your family…
Now Benjamín's gone…
Fucking mess. Huh?
[in Spanish] Just hoping it all blows over.
Mayo,
send him my best.
So look, Francisco.
Amado's expanded operations,
taken over the port in Peñasco,
made it hard for my boats to unload… [chuckles]
I was hoping to redirect 'em and not pass them through Tijuana.
[in Spanish] That would put all your business
in our plaza, wouldn't it?
Yet, you refuse to join our organization.
[Mayo chuckles]
I like being my own boss.
Yeah. So you've said.
You owe us 20 million dollars.
What's your plan to repay us?
Money in shrimping… moves slower than I'd like.
Benjamín understands that.
I pay as it comes.
How much have you got?
Here with me?
[huffs]
You aren't moving anything through our plaza till the tax is paid.
[tense music playing]
What do you say, Francisco?
That the family's position?
It is.
All right.
I won't take more of your time.
Boss.
[Francisco] I'll walk you out.
Fuck, Enedina. He's a friend.
Can't lose the few we still have.
Mayo?
Mayo's been taking advantage of us for years.
He's the least of our problems.
Benjamín called. Cali reached out to him.
We're losing our supply.
The fuck are we supposed to do?
We need to control Tijuana.
Whoever owes us tax, they pay it now.
I'll get with Ramón. Do what needs to be done.
Good.
[dramatic music playing]
Hey.
We're gonna be okay, right?
I don't know.
[lively song playing on stereo]
♪ Let's dance with the fat lady… ♪
[in Spanish] Shit's blinding me, man.
[in Spanish] These new jobs pay, man.
Does the bitch earring come with the new job?
You jealous, bro? [chuckles]
Could still hook you up.
No thanks. Think I'll pass.
Watch out for that dog.
[cell phone vibrating]
[dramatic music playing]
[in Spanish] Found her in a trash bag in the Juárez Valley.
Dark skin, dark hair…
Think she could be yours.
[sighs] She's about 14 years old.
This is what she was wearing.
Okay.
She may have been strangled with this.
It's her.
No one claims her in three days, gotta throw her out back.
[clicks tongue] I'll handle it.
Okay.
So, what's up, is it her?
Yes or no?
Yeah. It was her.
All right. So this shit's over now.
Over?
Yeah.
[engine starts]
[male newscaster] And here's Suzu with today's weather.
[Suzu] Good morning, San Diego.
It's mostly sunny today with a high of 73 degrees and a low of 57,
with only a 5% chance of rain later this evening.
The weekend forecast shows it will continue to cool off--
How's sleeping on a cot?
You look like shit.
Thanks, Jack. Good to see you, too.
Nice offsite. Feels like a metaphor.
I was about to order lunch. You good with tacos?
You said you had something you wanted me to see here?
Yeah, come on in.
While you've been liaising with our friends down south,
I got a dozen guys busting their asses learning how the Arellanos work.
Anything to show for it besides this art project?
Intel has Benjamín in the wind.
To a new palace, couldn't pin down where.
Ramón's running point TJ now.
Francisco is number two.
Come on, something else to show you.
San Diego PD picked up a live one this morning.
I've got him in back.
Arellanos got rich kids crossing coke now.
Customs sees him driving a nice car? Waves him right through.
[Walt] Well, how much was he holding?
No powder. But he had 14,000 in cash, a 9mm in the glovebox.
-That's something. -It's his brother that's interesting.
Who is his brother?
Right-hand dipshit to Ramón Arellano.
Kid gets us his brother, his brother gets us Ramón.
Now you're catching up. Come on.
[door opens and closes]
[Walt] Good morning.
You speak English?
Do you speak Spanish?
[Walt] Smart.
You're in a lot of fucking trouble here, Alex.
-[paper rustles] -Fourteen thousand in cash?
Parents gave it to me.
It's my allowance.
That 9mm. Mom give you that, too?
The serial number's filed off.
Which means you're fucked, Alex.
We got this thing up here called minimum sentencing guidelines.
File the serial number on a firearm, it's five years federal time.
He's right, Alex.
Or we can forget this even happened.
You help us out, cooperate…
I imagine you know something about the Arellanos.
Felipe Ruiz.
The car is registered in his name.
He works for my dad and he lent me his car. Mine is in the shop.
Where did you say you found that gun?
[in Spanish] In the glovebox?
[intense music playing]
[in English] Sorry, how do you say that in English?
-Glovebox. -Glovebox.
Well…
Wish I knew something so dangerous was in the glovebox.
Guess it was locked.
Sometimes I watch this TV show, Law & Order.
You know what else they talk about besides minimum sentencing?
I have no idea.
Warrants.
Like how you need one.
I'm also pretty sure this isn't the police station.
So, what is this?
You might want to let me go before I call my lawyer.
[Jack breathing heavily]
[Walt] All right, Alex.
If you wake up one day and realize
the amount of shit that you're caught up in, call me.
[Jack] Kid's smarter than he looks.
You know, I could hold him for another 12 hours.
[door closes]
Nah, cut him loose.
[Jack] You sure?
[clears throat] Yep, call him a cab.
[Enedina] Cali's walking away…
That's bad for both of us, Amado.
I'm listening.
We use it as an opportunity…
find a new supplier.
Negotiate as one, drive the price down.
My family's willing to look past the Cali deal you made without us.
Heard Benjamín's taking some time away.
Temporary.
You interested?
Is this what your brothers want?
It's what we all want.
You talking to FARC?
[dramatic music playing]
Working on it. You?
Waiting to hear back from the North Valley.
Henao's hard to pin down.
Any luck?
We won't need luck if we play this right.
I'll think about it.
We'll keep in touch.
[cell phone beeps]
We're ready to go.
[people clamoring]
[car radio playing indistinctly]
[in Spanish] Andréa Nuñez,
I've left three messages. [sighs]
Bye.
[Isaac in Spanish] Andréa,
don't you have that thing? The Colosio rally?
No.
[dramatic music playing]
Thanks.
[news announcer in Spanish] We have a breaking news bulletin.
Police have confirmed that shortly after concluding a speech,
Luis Donaldo Colosio, PRI candidate for president,
was shot at a campaign rally outside Tijuana…
[Isabella] Everyone has a different memory of what happened that day.
But on March 23rd, 1994, Luis Donaldo Colosio
was assassinated at a campaign rally in Tijuana.
Questions of who killed him and why would linger.
Mexico's own version of JFK.
While in Mexico today, shock and outrage
over the assassination of the man widely
expected to become the country's next president.
[in Spanish] A special prosecutor has been assigned
to lead an investigation of this crime.
[Isabella] We were used to being lied to,
but the death of a presidential candidate made the lies bigger.
More dangerous.
That disconnect between us and the truth,
no matter what you thought of Colosio as a politician,
would shape everything that came after.
[reporter 1 in Spanish] Diana Laura!
How are you, Diana Laura?
-[in Spanish] Make way, please. -[reporter 2] Who is the killer?
-[reporter 1] Diana Laura! -[reporter 2] Who's the killer?
[reporter 1] Who had him killed?
[reporters clamoring]
[Karen in Spanish] You're from "La Voz," right?
Please, not right now.
Can I borrow your lighter?
Trying to quit.
Me, too.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm sorry.
They killed him.
He was going to change things.
So they fucking murdered him.
Who did?
The PRI wanted him dead.
[Salgado] A lot of people did, Andréa.
No one had more reason than the party's old guard.
He threatened everything they built.
Come.
Hank Gonzalez?
Where are you on his casino, the money-laundering story?
Nothing.
No one'll talk.
Same with the plane being held, Taesa. They're both dead ends.
We can't get within ten steps of this fucking guy.
They're all lying!
Of course they're lying, Andréa.
-Colosio. You have any proof? -Not yet.
Secret Service led him through the crowd,
but no one notified his team of the change.
This woman you spoke to…
Karen. Karen Rodríguez, his political aide.
She willing to go on the record?
I need more time.
What you know is true doesn't matter, only what you can prove.
See where it goes.
Carefully.
No fuckin' way.
[line ringing]
[man in Spanish] Special unit.
This is Breslin.
I need to speak to the general. I got eyes on a kid named Alfredo Padova.
One of Ramón's guys.
[Victor] Good afternoon, Mrs. Barragan.
You see…
Apparently there's…
a body that fits the…
description…
And…
[sighs]
[knocking on door]
[Mrs. Barragan crying]
[Mrs. Barragan in Spanish] No. Please.
No.
No, God, it can't be.
No! Not my little girl.
No! Please…
God, no…
Please. No, no, no…
Not my baby girl…
[sighs] There was blood…
under her nails.
Yeah.
She fought.
Scratched up whoever killed her pretty good.
You do something with it?
The blood. There's tests and shit for that. DNA, whatever.
DNA?
What do you think this is?
Gotta go to the other side for that shit. Across the river.
[piano music playing]
[Henao in Spanish] You should know…
I don't leave the North Valley for just anyone.
Thank you, beautiful.
But local attractions do have their appeal.
So, I heard they gave you a new name.
"Lord of the Heavens."
[sighs] "Skies."
Only one Lord.
The Rodríguez brothers want to retire.
Take it that doesn't sit well with you.
Rumors.
Rumors or not. I need product.
Four tons a week.
Can the North Valley put together that kind of package?
Sure we could arrange something.
Same terms I had with Cali. Nonnegotiable.
I'm meeting the FARC this afternoon, Bolivians after that.
If you aren't interested in getting rich, I'm sure they will be.
No need to look elsewhere.
The North Valley would be happy to accommodate you.
This arrangement… it's exclusive.
You only supply me.
Understood?
I see…
Plan on starving the Arellanos?
They've reached out to me.
I gave you my terms.
Decide what you want to do.
[woman singing in Spanish]
Would be a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Lord of the Skies.
Well. I'll let you enjoy your mojito.
[woman continues singing in Spanish]
[whispers in Spanish] I missed you.
[whispers] Me, too.
[indistinct chatter]
[Marta] How long are you here for?
[Amado] Uh…
[clicks tongue] Not long.
You know, when I was a kid…
this airshow would come through town once a year.
[Marta] Mm-hmm.
I fucking loved it. Watching all those planes…
Had to sneak in, didn't have money for a ticket.
Who taught you to play? Your music…
My father.
-Your father? -Hmm.
Taught me guitar, piano… everything.
You miss him?
Amado…
You gonna keep showing up out of nowhere, then disappear again?
Don't know where else to go.
[cell phone ringing]
[cell phone beeps]
Business.
Look…
[soft music playing]
You know what I do? For work.
Yeah, pretty sure I do.
You must be good at it.
Looks like you're leaving.
I want to see you again.
You know where I live.
All right.
All right, then.
[Fausto] You sure he's still in there?
[Walt] Been keeping eyes on the front, man.
Took you guys long enough to get here.
[in Spanish] Stay awake back there, assholes.
[in English] Lot of waiting around for nothing to happen.
[yawning]
Welcome to the DEA, brother.
[chuckles]
That's why I joined the army.
Get to shoot at some asshole every now and then.
[both chuckles]
Hey, we've got some movement.
[in Spanish] You guys seeing this.
Two men with AKs…
That's Ramón and Francisco Arellano.
All units. Visual on Ramón and Francisco Arellano.
[Walt] He's going back in.
[engine starts]
Fausto. Which one do we take?
Fausto, what's the call, man?
Move on Ramón. Take the car now!
[in English] Not you. Stay put.
[yelling in Spanish] Take out Ramón. Hit the bumper. Hit it!
Hit him! Take him out!
[Walt] Fausto. I'm going after Francisco.
[cop in Spanish] Get out of the car. Now!
-Out of the truck! -[in Spanish] Sons of bitches!
Let's fucking go!
-[Kitty groans] -[Alfredo in Spanish] Shit! Kitty!
-[in Spanish] What? -[Kitty groaning]
What the fuck happened?
Fuck! They hit Kitty!
He's not breathing.
Fuck, Kitty!
Motherfuckers!
What the fuck, Kitty!
[grunts]
Don't you move, motherfucker.
[Francisco groans]
[line ringing]
-[indistinct chatter] -[line ringing]
Kuykendall.
[in English] Oh. Yeah, I want to talk to Walt Breslin.
Breslin isn't at this office anymore.
Can I ask who this is?
Victor Tapia, Juárez police.
He gave me his card a while back.
That so?
Listen, I have information for you, okay?
About the cartel.
Okay, well, let's start with Amado Carillo Fuentes and go from there.
Oh, come on. He's a ghost.
[breathing heavily]
Amado has a brother.
Vicente.
He's like Amado's muscle. His right hand, you know?
Yeah, we've heard of him. You know him?
I know people who do. [sniffles]
They got names?
What do they do for him?
Whatever the fuck he tells them to.
Listen, if I give you something that you can use,
I'm going to need your help, okay?
I don't want money. [sighs]
What kind of thing we talking?
Blood check, you know? DNA test?
[dramatic music playing]
You do that, no?
The DEA doesn't, no.
But if your info is solid, Victor, then I'll do everything I can to help you.
What's it going to be?
Can you get me something on Vincente Carillo?
[Ramon] They were waiting for us, Enedina!
Who else knew about that house?
How the fuck did this happen? No one knew about that fucking house!
Who the fuck knew?
You, me, Francisco…
A few others.
Someone turned on us.
I fucked everything up again.
I left my brother there!
I fucking left Francisco.
There was nothing you could do.
Give me and my brother a moment.
See him out.
[Alfredo] Bro, what the fuck are you doing here?
What's up?
What do they think happened?
The fuck did you do, man?
I got picked up this morning.
What?
After the drop, in San Diego…
I said all the right things, like you told me!
I gave them the name.
They fucking followed you!
I didn't know, man!
I swear.
What's gonna happen if Ramón finds out?
"If'"? He's fucking going to!
What do I do?
The cops…
What'd they say to you?
[indistinct chatter]
Got one for me?
Only when there's something to celebrate.
I understand you hit the house by yourself.
You know the kind of paperwork I have to fill out if you catch a bullet?
Beginning to think you're worth more to us alive.
[airplane engine roaring]
[Manny] Boss…
Hey, Manny.
How was the trip, sir?
It was great.
[grunts]
You hungry?
-Sure. -Usual spot?
-[engine starts] -Yeah.
Hey, man!
[Spanish song playing on speakers]
Was surprised you called.
Making the smart choice.
Shit better pay as good as you say.
You'll see.
What's up, Chichis?
[indistinct chatter]
[song continues playing]
There he is, man.
Let's go.
[man wolf-whistling]
How's it going?
This your boy?
[Rogelio] Yeah, Vincente. This is my guy, Victor.
Take a seat.
Sounds good.
Friend says you're looking for work.
Sorry?
[shouting] That you want work, asshole.
Yeah, man. Sure.
Your friend says I can trust you.
That true?
Can I trust you?
Yeah, for sure.
What do you guys want to drink?
A beer is good.
Hey, bring us some fucking beers.
[song continues playing]
[Spanish song fades]
[somber music playing]
-[Spanish song playing] -[Vincente] You like her, man?
[Vincente laughing]
Can do whatever we want to them. [kisses]
Right, my love?
When do I start?
Someone's eager.
Holy shit!
Fucking guy is ready to go!
Shit. How 'bout right now?
[sighs] Get up.
Welcome to the jungle, bro.
Hmm?
Thank you.
[Vincente yells]
Fuck me.
Get close, girl.
Fuck, the beers.
[indistinct chatter]
Can I help you?
[in Spanish] This your car?
Yes.
Your back tire's flat. Not safe to drive like that.
Thanks.
You work at La Voz?
I do.
That could be dangerous.
Not knowing who's reading.
Who you might upset.
Be careful.
[line ringing]
This is Breslin.
It's Alex.
Alex Hodoyan.
You leave me your number.
Hey, Alex.
What can we do for you?
I'm in trouble with Ramón.
They think I talked.
You fucked me. You followed me.
I don't want to die.
Hey, listen. That's not going to happen, Alex.
All right, just calm down.
Are you with Ramón?
Yeah, near his house.
All right, we'll take care of you.
What's the address? Where's Ramón now?
[indistinct chatter]
I got a potential CI that's got a 20 on Ramón Arellano right now.
[line ringing]
[Benjamín on phone] Hey. It's me.
Heard from Henao.
The North Valley's out.
Fucker made a deal with Amado.
Dina, he fucked us.
They all did.
Motherfuckers.
And now this shit with Francisco.
Remember Ramón's birthday, when we were kids?
I got stung by that wasp.
I don't know. Not really.
I almost died that day.
They'd been building their nest for years.
We only got rid of it…
after it was too late.
Our enemies think we're finished, Benjamín.
Because we let all of them go unchallenged for too long.
So what do you want to do?
-[Spanish song playing] -[fire hissing]
[Enedina] I want to make a point.
[inaudible]
[Spanish song continues playing]
-[in Spanish] How's it going? -[in Spanish] All good, boss.
How can you eat so much?
[in Spanish] What do you care?
Gonna hit the head. I'll be right back.
We show them who we are.
[motorcycle engine revving]
[grunts]
[song continues playing]
Fuck.
[man yelling in Spanish]
[man 1] Unit two. We're three minutes out. Copy?
[man 2] Copy that.
BUS STATION
[in Spanish] Shit.
Turn around. Fuck!
[tires screeching]
Go!
[Walt] Stop! Stop the truck.
[breathing heavily]
[slow instrumental music playing]
[slamming on door]
[cheering]
You're a fucking wolf, bro.
[breathing heavily]
[pensive music playing]