The Mexican government has deployed the Army and Navy all across the country,
with the aim of controlling the growing wave of violence.
These are just some of the many crimes attributed to Iván Gastélum,
alias El Cholo.
…a blow to the cartel,
with the arrest of one of El Chapo's closest associates.
This morning, a tribute was held for police officers
who lost their lives in the line of duty.
There has been yet another major confrontation
between the Federal Police and the Sinaloa Cartel.
BASED ON AN ARTICLE BY HÉCTOR DE MAULEÓN
Hands on the counter! Hey! Don't try any bullshit!
FACING EL CHAPO
BASED ON TRUE EVENTS
JANUARY 6TH, 2016 7:00 AM LOS MOCHIS, SINALOA
Stop!
Elízabeth! I'm gonna count to three, and I'm already at two.
Settle down, okay?
- Here, honey. This is ironed. Your coffee. - Thanks. Great.
Hey, why don't you buy them more appropriate toys?
Like Barneys or Barbies.
I didn't buy shit, and definitely not that.
It's from Carlitos, Dad.
Carlitos, Carlos… Give me a break, asshole. Hey!
Enough. Stop shooting things and sit down.
- Sit still! - Elízabeth.
- Eat your eggs and beans. - Dad, when will you buy us a computer?
With a computer, we'll finally quiet down, like Mom says.
Damn.
You wanna go, or should I?
Joana's a real smart cookie.
What did I tell you? As soon as he can, your dad will buy you that computer.
I want to ask you a question. Do you think you deserve a computer?
You, bothering your sister, and you, doing your homework now?
- Well, no. - Yes!
What do you mean "yes"?
Well, no.
Dad, but I get good grades!
- Get better grades. Then we'll see. - Hi! Can I come in?
Come in. What can I get you? A coffee?
No way. We're running late.
Get going, kiddos. You were too busy fooling around to eat breakfast.
- Mommy! - Too bad.
- Behave yourselves. - Have fun, bud!
Let's go! Hurry up!
I'm sorry, honey. Your blessing.
- A virtual blessing! We're leaving, bye. - All right.
- Thanks, girl! Bye! - Bye.
Hey, Liz is a little firecracker.
We gotta be careful with her. She's all fired up.
I know.
Sit down, honey. Let's have breakfast.
I'm not hungry.
Well, what's wrong?
I haven't been feeling great lately.
Well, what's wrong? Are you…
Are you sick? A headache? A stomachache? What's going on?
I'm pregnant.
I'm pregnant, Arturo.
- Are you messing with me? - Why would I mess with you about this?
Another girl.
Or boy.
Wowzers!
But weren't you being careful?
Yes, I was being careful.
I lost track of the fucking days. I messed up.
I've been crunching the numbers, and we can pay for it with my salary.
We're paying for the house.
We're paying for the car. We're paying for everything for the girls.
We're up to our necks, honey!
No, I mean…
If it's too much trouble, we won't have it.
It's not about that.
It's about doing this together. We are going to have it.
- I'll ask Valladares for the night shift. - Not the night shift.
- It's too dangerous, Arturo. - So what the fuck do I do?
The night shift will be a bitch. I'll have to get used to it.
But what you never get used to is going hungry.
Well, I'd rather be poor than a widow.
Oh, honey…
Chief, can I steal two minutes from you?
Come in, Carmona.
What's up?
I wanted to see if there's a chance I could switch to the night shift.
I need you on the day shift.
It's just,
well, the night shift comes with more bonuses, more money, and…
I'm going to be a dad again.
With all the expenses coming up… You know how it is.
Another kid?
Yeah.
What's up, girl?
I already got the clothes from Vicky's house.
Everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine.
If you want, I can hold onto them until you tell your man.
No, I already told him.
And what did he say?
In the end, he said we'll be fine.
He wants to ask for the night shift.
With everything so dangerous these days.
FEDERAL POLICE
Yes, Chief.
I was assigned an officer who just transferred in from Arteaga.
- From Nuevo León? - Michoacán.
- Things are pretty hot over there, right? - You know it.
His last name is Rosales.
I put him on the night shift,
and I didn't know what goddamn patrol car to put him in.
It's quite the coincidence.
I think this kid's a good luck charm.
Well, I sure hope so.
Look out for him.
Be vigilant. We don't know what baggage he's bringing.
- Of course. We'll be on alert. - All right, then.
Well, get to work. You've got a double shift today.
- Thank you! - All right.
Naked boy or completely naked boy?
Completely naked boy.
- Completely naked boy? - Yes.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Bye.
Hey, I have to go. Bye.
Only way to get through this shift is a shitload of coffee.
So it better be fucking good and strong.
Aren't you from Michoacán?
Chill out, damn. I'm practicing my accent.
This seems strong to you?
We're starting our shift.
Well, welcome to Mochis.
Let's go!
FEDERAL POLICE
You see that?
- Some municipal cops. - If they act up, he'll beat their ass.
Nah, I think he's got it under control.
For fuck's sake!
Good evening.
- Everything in order? - In order, Officer.
Get them up. Take them away, let's go! Take them away.
Good evening, Officer. Do you need backup?
No, we don't need anything. Everything is under control.
Let's go.
Excuse me.
Hurry up.
Let's go.
Get up.
As if you didn't know, asshole.
Turns out you don't know, asshole.
Motherfucker.
I assume you're recording everything that was seized.
Don't worry, Officer.
Hey there!
"Hey there" what?
Don't raise your voice at me.
That's a lot of coke.
If you'd like, we'd be happy to escort you to the DA's office.
I'll report to my superiors about the seizure. What do you think?
All right, Officer.
Let's go to Ahome.
Let's go!
Good evening.
Everything all right?
We're all good.
Move along.
We'll follow you.
Let's get the fuck out of here! Let's go, asshole!
Central.
You just fucked up that officer's business.
Bye. Thanks, Erick.
…tonight, what do you think?
I'll see you at the Motel del Puerto.
And, hey, don't take off your uniform.
There we are.
This is your good coffee?
It's the best in Mochis.
Hey, Rosales.
What happened with those thugs?
What do you mean?
What were you showing them on your phone?
Your methods are a little odd.
For fuck's sake.
Now I have to explain to you how I do my job.
What's your problem?
I don't have a problem.
Fucking asshole.
Good morning, honey!
- Good morning. - Hi, sweetheart.
How are you, honey? Do you want breakfast?
More tired than hungry.
- But whatever you want. - There's machaca.
How could you not be tired after working two shifts?
Look, how nice. Who made this?
- Joana. The artist, you know. - It looks really nice.
Here, my love, some juice.
All right.
Okay, so, tell me.
How'd it go with your new partner? Did you like him?
I still can't quite get a read on him.
Why? What happened?
I don't know. I think it's just the first day.
How are you?
Fine.
Well, I've been thinking a lot about what you said.
- I think I was thinking maybe-- - Look.
I'm sorry.
To be honest, you caught me off guard and…
Where four can eat, five can eat too. We'll be fine.
Are you sure?
I'm positive.
Babe, what's wrong?
What time is it?
Well, it's almost 7:30.
Your partner is waiting for you outside. Rosales.
Girls.
- Girls, have you finished your homework? - Yes, Dad.
Very good. Go to your room and get into your pajamas. Hurry!
- Good night. Nice to meet you. - Hurry!
- Nice to meet you. - I'll see you later.
Brush your teeth. It's getting late.
What are you doing here?
I brought you coffee as a peace offering.
Okay, then. I'll be out in ten.
You have a beautiful family.
When Valladares assigned me to work with you,
your name sounded familiar.
But I couldn't remember from where.
Then it hit me.
Damn straight.
Agent Carmona.
Your case was all over the news.
You got off easy.
You know what messes with my head every fucking night?
The dead kids.
Since then, I haven't been the same.
I can't sleep well.
My fucking reactions aren't the same anymore.
It's bullshit.
That fucker killed those kids.
It's a miracle he didn't kill you.
Right.
Seriously, why do you wear such an expensive watch?
You know anything about watches?
Just the basics.
Because you don't know shit about coffee.
Boss.
Come in, Bravo.
Go ahead, Alpha.
Confirm how many civilians are on the premises.
The camera picked up three civilians yesterday.
No one's gone in or out since.
I repeat, only three civilians reported.
Oh shit.
Seems like a lot of tacos for three thugs, doesn't it?
Yeah. There's a shitload, boss.
Motherfucker.
They're armed.
They're the guys who are gonna eat the tacos, Foco.
Do you see El Cholo?
I'm not sure.
Look, Foco, if El Cholo Iván is in there,
things aren't gonna be easy.
But we're not dying today.
NAVY
10-11, go ahead.
Quick! Quick!
Move, come on, cover him.
Let's go.
Let's go, Marines.
Ram, breach the door.
Now. Go in.
Let's go! Get in there, Marine!
Back him up, Foco!
- Hurry! - Back him up. You'll be fine, buddy!
Two more!
- Wait! - Turn over.
- You'll be okay. - Easy, buddy.
- Grenade! - Grenade!
Grenade!
Get in there, Marines!
We're going in, gentlemen! Let's go!
Move up, Marine!
Moving up!
Cover that area! Column!
Careful.
Move up, Foco!
Cover the stairs.
- Forward, Marine! - I need one more!
- Go in, Marine. Let's go, move forward. - Comrade!
Go in, Marine!
Come on, motherfuckers!
Going in, Marines!
Check that room.
Freeze! Get on the floor!
- We're going in, gentlemen! - Hands up!
You think you're hot shit?
- On the floor! - Show your face!
Get on the floor!
- Secure the room. - Get on the floor!
Get on the floor!
- Secure the room! - Boss!
- Foco, going in! - Hands up, asshole!
Get on the floor!
Check it thoroughly.
Where are you going?
Get down! On the floor!
Get down, dog!
Against the wall!
Where did he escape?
- Who? - Where'd El Cholo go?
- I didn't come with him. - Don't play dumb! Where?
I don't know! I came with him.
- Marine! - Yes, sir!
Go in! Secure the staircase.
Yes, sir!
Don't move! Freeze!
Show your faces!
- Check it thoroughly. - Don't move!
Check everything, gentlemen! Check the closet!
Flip the beds over!
El Cholo Iván must be around here!
Goddammit, it smells like shit, goddammit, Cholo!
Suck it up, Boss!
We've been through worse.
Vice Admiral, please!
What have we got? Let's go!
What did you find, Lieutenant?
We found this device, Vice Admiral.
Quiet, Marines!
I'm sick of running away like a fucking rat,
escaping through the fucking tunnels!
That's it! Cut it, Marine!
Let's go in!
There's a tunnel, sir!
Check the tunnel! Let's see where it leads.
Goddammit.
These fuckers and their tunnels. Let's go!
Motherfucker. Corporal.
Tell the admiral we may need more aerial support.
Make it fucking quick!
Any news?
Commander, the unit's back from the tunnel.
The water level stopped them from advancing.
- The tunnel leads to the city's sewers. - Goddammit.
If El Cholo hasn't drowned, he has to come out through a drain.
- Foco! - Boss.
Get everyone ready. We're moving. Leave a team here to watch the premises.
Yes, sir.
Lieutenant, have Air Support report any suspicious movement.
- Let's go, gentlemen! - Of course, sir.
Let's go, Marines!
Who do you think it is? Army or Navy?
I don't know.
I just want this shift to end 'cause dinner's waiting for me in bed.
I think you mean lunch.
- Morning. What's up? - Morning.
Did you see the helicopters?
We heard them. What are they doing flying all over?
The Navy got into a firefight, but they haven't told us who with.
They did tell us to keep all our units in place.
- Yes, boss. - So stay here and guard the bridge.
- All right. - Okay. We're on it.
Bye!
The fucking henhouse is on fire now.
I think your dinner might get cold.
Shut up, Carmona!
If I were you, I'd start apologizing to the lucky lady.
Or lucky guy, I don't know.
You wish, asshole.
Anytime you want, I'll take you to get laid.
Fucking hell!
In Reynosa, Tamaulipas
Men are determined
That's why we remember them
By singing their ballads
There in Zacatecas, they killed
A federal highway agent
You're so fucking basic, even when it comes to music, Carmona.
"El Federal de Caminos," seriously?
- What fucking music do you listen to? - Real music, motherfucker!
Los Ángeles Negros, for example.
Man, if you get me out of this, I'll let you marry my wife.
Which one of them, Boss?
Stop. Don't make me laugh!
- Hey, Carmona. - Yeah?
How dangerous is this area?
Well, like anywhere.
Sometimes it heats up. Sometimes it's normal.
Right now, it's chill.
And…
Do they pay bribes or…
Not to me.
- Get out! - Get out!
Get out of the car!
Shut up!
Get a fucking move on. We're in a hurry, damn it!
- Okay. - Yes!
All right.
Let's go!
- Mom! - Honey.
Are you okay?
- It's okay, my love. There, there. - Well?
An ambulance!
Are you okay?
Be advised. A 56-21 reported on Guillermo Prieto Street.
Red Ford Focus, 2005 model,
plates Victor, Kilo, Whiskey, two, zero, six.
I repeat, plates Victor, Kilo, Whiskey, two, zero, six.
What the hell? We've been working 12 hours straight.
Ninety-six, boss.
Don't complain.
Ninety-one.
We'll get paid overtime.
I don't want overtime. I wanna get laid.
Look. Is that the stolen car?
Looks like it.
Come in, 18.
I have a 55 with a 56, and a possible 21.
Stop your vehicle immediately and pull over to the right.
Get out!
Chill, Cholo. They'll help us now.
What's the problem, fucking pussy pigs? Who's your commander?
- The Boss is with me, assholes! - Put down your weapons!
This could be your lucky fucking day, bro. We need to get out of here.
Shut up!
Put down your weapons!
Two steps back!
Hands out!
Put them on.
There, asshole.
Move it.
Do you know who I am?
Yes, I do.
Please step out of the vehicle.
Be cool, man. We'll get this sorted out.
- We need you to take us to Che Ríos. - Be quiet.
Turn around!
Walk.
To the patrol car.
Walk.
Get in!
Get in, motherfucker! Come on!
Get in.
Get in!
- Why the fuck are you taking pictures? - Shut up!
Fucking pig!
- I'm going to have to cuff you. - Fuck off.
Fucking hell.
Goddammit.
What are you doing, asshole?
What'll you do with the picture?
If you pull any stupid shit, we'll be fucked.
- Whose side are you on? - On the side of my life!
Let me think!
The last time you stuck to protocol,
there were innocent victims.
Don't pull that card, asshole.
That fucking picture can save our asses. Yours and mine!
It's fucking El Chapo Guzmán!
What we should do is let them go and get the fuck out of here.
I don't want to die today.
I don't think you do either.
Don't fuck us over.
Those bastards have already seen us.
They know which car we're in.
If they get away, we're fucked.
And if we take them where they say…
We'll also be fucked.
We can't stay here.
If we stay in one place, they'll kill us.
We're already fucking dead.
Not even God
will be with us.
We're in this together, motherfucker.
Come on, dirtbag! Let's go!
Okay, you fucking pieces of shit! You lazy fuckers!
Listen up. Put out that fucking cigarette.
They tried to take the Boss, but he got away.
What are you waiting for, motherfuckers?
- We have to find him before the marines. - Yes, sir!
- Let's roll, boys! - Let's go!
Move it, guys!
Yes, sir! Let's go!
ARTURO, WHERE ARE YOU? CALL ME, PLEASE
Hey, commanders, we've wasted enough time.
Quit fucking around.
Fucking step on it. I'll tell you where to get off.
Cooperate, assholes!
Hey, Cholo!
For fuck's sake!
Fuck you.
Go ahead. We got a cop car coming in.
P, F, 14, 82.
Keep watch, kid!
Combo.
- Here he comes. - Hey, commanders.
Our lookout spotted the Boss.
It's now or never.
Help me get him to Che Ríos.
If we deliver him safely,
your fucking lives will change, motherfuckers.
Come on, motherfuckers!
The Boss is in the cop car.
The Boss is gonna give you a fat payout.
Stop thinking about it. Cut the bullshit.
Come on, fuckers!
Ten million.
For each of you.
Ten million to take me to Che Ríos.
No fucking way, man.
No, you fucker.
Is he down? He's down.
He's down.
Fucking hell.
- This is the last time I'll tell you. - Enough, fucking pigs! Fuckers!
You're fucking with my people, assholes!
So what do you say, guys?
This is the final offer.
It'll be fifteen million each.
Think about it.
A shitload of people are gonna die over this.
The ones who didn't warn me the marines were coming,
the ones who couldn't stop that shit,
and the ones who think they can just hand me over.
It's up to you.
You gonna head into Las Canteras?
Come in, Magas.
What the fuck now?
It's fucking Magas.
Now what?
Piojo called me, Boss.
He said they just took out Sky and Hormiga. What do we do?
The guys on the highway? Route 32?
Yes, Boss.
Fuck…
Let's check it out.
What's with these assholes?
Those assholes are coming.
Our boys are here.
You're fucked now. No doubt.
You're in the crossfire.
So if they kill us, they'll kill you too.
Better not move, assholes.
What the fuck do we do now?
They can't see what we have in the back.
Otherwise, we're screwed.
- I'm going to the bathroom. - No, wait.
The bathroom? Don't fuck with me, man!
Divide and conquer.
Don't let them get close.
For fuck's sake.
Hey there, commander.
- What are you doing here? - We're just here for gas.
Fucking stupid-ass pigs. They're a couple of pussies.
- Yeah. - They're gonna fuck up.
For fuck's sake…
Please put away your weapons and show me your carry permit.
This asshole.
Can I help you with something?
Don't move, bro.
Look.
There we go.
Easy.
Easy, motherfucker.
Or we're all fucked.
What's going on?
Why so much violence?
We just came to get gas and leave.
All right, then. Get out of here.
That's right.
Nothing happened here.
- How much do we owe you, boss? - Nothing, boss. It's all good.
All right.
So now what? Let's just take them out.
We can't keep driving around with these assholes.
They're gonna kill us.
What are you doing?
Fucking Valladares! He's not answering.
I'm gonna send him the picture.
Are you sure?
Let's go hide out at the Motel del Puerto.
It's nearby.
Are you ready? Hell yeah!
- You like that? - I love it!
Oh! Did you come?
I never thought your fucking motel would get us out of this mess.
God protects the horny, Carmona.
There'll be a shitload of lookouts by now, so stay sharp.
Right.
Get us a room.
I'll take the car out back so it's not in the open.
You take El Chapo, and I'll take El Cholo.
"Divide and conquer"?
Are you ready?
About the phone and the thug…
He asked me for the address of where they were taking his friend.
Since I didn't know it, I looked it up and told him.
The watch…
was a gift my dad gave me.
Before he died.
I know who you are.
- Morning. - Morning! Can I help you?
How many rooms does this motel have?
How many do you want?
Sixty.
Just one.
Hey, bro.
Let's make a deal. Now that your partner's inside.
Take us to Che Ríos.
It's just one move, man. The only thing you'll ever have to do.
And you'll never have to worry about money again.
You know what the best part is?
That your whole family
and you
will be protected.
Forever. I'll make sure of that.
Take us there. Let's go.
Honestly, commander,
it's the best fucking decision you'll ever make.
I don't know, boss.
Well, all right. Let's go, then.
It's a done deal, bro. But hurry up. We're in a rush.
How many are occupied?
Only three.
That one there in the corner.
Number 51.
- Is it available? - Yes.
Three fifty, three hours.
Do you know how many years I've been a cop?
Twenty-nine years.
And in twenty-nine years, I've seen a fuck-ton of shit.
Shit that assholes like you do.
I'm retiring in a year.
And what better retirement gift
than to see two pieces of shit like you
rot in jail.
I'll kill you, you son of a…
That's enough. Enough, Cholo.
You're so fucked, asshole.
Fuck you, motherfucker.
That's enough.
He was asking for it.
What are those guys doing here?
How the fuck would I know?
Goddammit.
Look at what you'll miss out on.
Wait.
Can we agree on a price, asshole? What the hell?
Get out.
- What the hell? - Get out.
Where are you taking the Boss?
Holy shit.
No fucking way.
Holy shit.
No fucking way.
That fucker looks like…
Like who?
- Walk. - Put down your fucking weapons.
Let's throw down, motherfucker.
Where are you taking him, motherfucker?
Go in.
Sit down.
Fuck…
All right, guys. Let's get to work.
Let's go.
For fuck's sake.
Hold on.
Hello?
Cut the shit, Carmona. Who sent that picture to you?
No one, Chief.
I took it.
No fucking way. Where?
Since you weren't answering, we came here to hide out
with his gunman at the Motel del Puerto.
What?
What do you mean you have him?
Fucking hell!
- I'm sending that picture right now. - Wait.
Who the fuck are you sending it to?
You're right.
I can't trust anyone.
I know.
I'll send it to everyone.
To the higher-ups, to the Navy, to the Army.
To everyone!
You guys stay put.
Okay, son? Don't move.
Don't talk to anyone.
The roads are probably crawling with thugs looking for that asshole.
All right, then.
Just don't take too long
because guarding this asshole is like guarding the devil himself.
I can imagine, son.
You guys hang in there, please. Sit tight. Don't talk to anyone.
Now what?
Why do you want to keep me here handcuffed all day?
Take them off, man.
Commander.
Can I ask you a question?
You and I have nothing to talk about. So…
I'm asking you to be quiet, please. Okay?
Why weren't you answering me, fucker?
Did you see the fucking picture?
Yes, goddammit! It's El Chapo!
Doll. Listen to me, love.
Listen to me, love. If more cops show up or they take him away, let me know.
- Okay. - Great.
Move your ass to the Motel del Puerto. The Boss is there.
Let's go. We're headed to the fucking Motel del Puerto.
Motel del Puerto, move your ass.
I'll send you a photo. Tell me this fucker's name.
I'LL CALL U RIGHT BACK
It's Arturo Carmona, from the International 217 in La Toledo.
He lives with his wife and two kids.
Okay, motherfucker. We'll settle this later, dog.
Guatafuck?
Get over to the address I'm gonna send you.
It's a fucking cop's house.
He lives with his wife and two little girls.
Let me know when you have it, okay?
Good morning, Rosita.
Hey, it's Isaura.
I'm really worried about the night shift.
Arturo was supposed to be done a while ago,
and I haven't heard from him.
Yes, what is it?
Put her through.
Isaura, this is Chief Valladares.
How are you?
Good morning, Chief. I'm looking for Arturo.
Is everything okay?
Arturo is… on a special assignment. He'll be back later.
I need you to pick up your daughters from school and take them home.
But is Arturo okay? What kind of assignment, Chief?
Isaura, please, stay home until Arturo gets there.
Call me if anything happens.
Oh shit.
Okay.
Stay here.
I'll find out what's going on.
Must be your wife, she'll be worried.
Let's make our lives easier and stay quiet, please.
What makes you think
if you turn me in, you'll get away with it?
I already told you.
I already have all your people by the balls, man.
Cut the bullshit, Officer.
You're clearly a family man, Carmona.
A man will do anything for his family, right?
Everything I've done, I've done for my children.
Now it's your turn
to do what you have to do for them.
If you don't accept what I'm offering you, brother,
some other asshole will.
So what's gonna happen? What are we gonna do?
Get with the program, Officer.
Officer, pass me a bottle of water.
I'm really thirsty.
At least give me some water. Don't be a dick.
Don't try any bullshit.
Got that?
No, I just wanted some water.
Give me a hand.
Please.
Quiet!
Quiet.
You're scared shitless.
You've never been in such deep shit, have you?
Fucking hell.
We have all units in these three sectors. We're here.
Thanks to the info from JAPAMA, we have all the storm drains covered.
Yes, sir.
Goddamn it. That fucker got the jump on us.
He should've come out of a drain by now.
Go ahead, Admiral.
Understood.
- Foco! - Sir.
The Federal Police have El Cholo.
And look at the prize they have.
It's El Chapo, boss.
Venado!
Find the location of the Motel del Puerto. We'll head there.
- Yes, sir. - Let's go, gentlemen!
Let's move out! Let's go, Marines!
God bless you.
Thank you.
Boss! The grunts are coming.
Goddammit.
- Commander. - Go ahead.
I think those guys know where that fucker is.
That's right, Foco.
Guys, you go meet the marines. We'll head to the motel.
Captain, take care of those vehicles.
We'll pursue the fleeing vehicles.
Step on it. Don't let him get away. Hold on tight.
Step on it, Foco.
Don't let him get away, Marine. Step on it.
Step on it. Close in on that fucker.
Okay, motherfuckers! Get out, dogs!
We got you, dogs!
Come on!
Lower your weapons!
Fuck no, asshole!
I said to lower your weapons!
Hold your ground, motherfuckers!
Have some honor!
I won't say it again!
We need everyone to lower their weapons!
You have nowhere to run!
Fuck them up!
That's enough!
Move forward!
Lower it!
On the ground! You, get on the ground!
Get on the ground!
- Hey! Move it! - You, get on the ground, asshole.
- On the ground. - Hands on your head.
How are you doing, girls?
Why did you take us out of school, Mom?
Come here.
Run. Let's go.
All right.
Get inside the house. Help your sister.
I didn't get to eat my lunch, Mom. I'm hungry!
My love…
Girls, I need you to go to your room.
You can finish your lunch there.
Then you can play.
And I'll be there soon to play with you. Okay?
I'll be right there.
I love you.
Don't be irresponsible.
Think about your kids' future.
Do you know how many kids I have?
Eighteen, motherfucker!
And I give each one of them everything they need.
Do you know why?
Because I have money.
Because I can.
I also help a lot of kids
who are born with a gun by their side instead of a baby bottle.
There are plenty of them here.
I don't doubt you're a good provider for your kids.
But those people you're talking about…
you have them all on their knees.
- Because I put food on their table. - Yeah, they eat.
And they kill.
Then they get killed.
Fuck off.
And cops don't kill people?
The only difference between all of you and my people
is that you can barely afford to feed yourselves.
And my people have plenty, you know.
All right.
And you, Carmona?
How many people have you killed?
Enough, asshole! Let's get the fuck out of here! Let's go!
I'll give you whatever you want! Let me go, fucker!
- Ask for whatever you want, motherfucker! - Sit down.
- Sit down! - Don't be a fucking--
Look, commander.
I may be fucked, man.
The Boss too, man.
But you'll be fucked too, asshole.
We'll kill your whole fucking family. One by one in front of you!
You think anyone will back you up, man?
You're on your own, motherfucker. You're on your own!
For fuck's sake.
You can put us in the fucking slammer, but I'll send someone to kill you, bitch.
How do you know you'll make it to jail, asshole?
Nobody's seen you.
You have no idea how much I want to blow your fucking brains out.
Keep talking shit, and I'll…
Good thing you guys made it. Took you long enough!
This is Commander Carmona's patrol car, right?
Answer me, motherfucker!
The other one they took is the Boss. El Chapo!
No fucking way. What are you doing here?
Yeah, motherfucker!
Fucking Barraza!
You scared the shit out of me.
What about you? How many days have you been in Mochis?
Three, bro.
- Fuck! - What about you?
Shit, Barraza. You look like a bum.
I'm with the investigative police now.
This is a fucking idiots' convention! Cut the bullshit!
Now I'm the one who's scared, man.
If the cartel gets here before our people,
we're fucked, man.
We're done for.
Fuck.
Yes, Marine. Don't let him get away. Stick with him.
Fucking hell.
We can't go to the motel with a fucking tail.
Step on it, motherfucker! They're right on our heels!
Get ready, Foco!
A confrontation is imminent.
All right, stop the car, dog.
We're gonna take on these fucking marines.
Stick with him, Marine.
Are you sure, commander?
I told you to stop, dog!
All right.
I'm going to blow your heads off, you sons of bitches!
Get out, Marines!
You're fucking dead, you fucking sons of bitches!
Take cover!
Fucking grunts, suck my dick!
Take cover!
Wait for them to reload, Marines!
I'm gonna blow your heads off, you sons of bitches!
- Foco, Vaquero! On the left flank! - Yes, sir!
Puma, Black Charro! With me!
Fucking dogs!
Counterattack!
Fucking grunts!
Grenade!
You won't get anything for turning me in, Carmona.
You'll be just as fucked.
Plus, those assholes from the government, or the DEA,
will make you and your whole family disappear.
That way they can pin it all on me to lock me away for longer, asshole.
You know it's true.
That I'm right.
Look.
I give you my word…
that if you take us to Che Ríos, I'll give you ten million.
Fifteen.
You said fifteen.
No. But, look, no, when we get there today,
I'll give you the ten million in cash.
You think you can buy me?
Not me.
You don't have all of us by the balls.
You think you're a good person? A saint?
I had to kill a kid who was selling your merchandise.
And two innocent people died.
Because we're at war.
And civil society is getting fucked. There, in the crossfire.
Because of people like you who kill people, who poison people.
I've always wondered how you can sleep at night.
Seriously.
You think that by building little chapels you'll be forgiven? Fuck off.
You're the shit that we're forced to swallow every day.
But if you don't go to jail…
you'll be leaving here dead.
Girls…
Hurry up!
Is that Dad?
Who is it? Who's outside?
Who's there? Why are you scared?
- Dad will be here soon. - What happened? Where's Dad?
Who's outside?
My love, let's lower our voices. We'll be okay.
What's wrong, Mom? Mom, what's wrong?
Come here.
Answer!
No fucking way.
Arturo, there are two trucks outside…
No! Please! Please, no!
Get out of my house, motherfuckers!
Please!
- Who are they, Mom? - Please!
Get out!
My guys made it to your place.
Please!
Tell them to let them go!
No, my girls, please!
Tell them to let them go, motherfucker!
How did you think this was going to end?
I told you. That's what you get for playing the hero.
They're my daughters, asshole. They're just girls!
Please!
- They'll pump them full of lead. - Please!
- There's nothing we can do. - Please…
- Please! - Isa.
- Please! - Get out!
Please!
Take… No, don't do that.
Get out!
Don't do anything to them! They're just girls, please!
Get…
You're really fucked now, you son of a bitch!
Drop your weapon, Officer!
You're fucked, dog!
- Don't do anything stupid! - Now you're fucked, dog!
I'm Vice Admiral Ortega from the Navy!
You're fucked, you son of a bitch!
Lower your weapon, Officer!
We're okay.
What happened?
The Army is here. We're okay.
Your six months of vacation are over, Chapo.
Right.
They're over.
You're fucked, asshole!
Easy, Officer.
Easy.
Go with him.
Let me go.
Marines!
You're now in the custody of the Mexican Navy.
I have another thug in the truck.
Check if he's still alive.
Understood, sir.
Bring him in, Marines!
Mexican Army! Surrender!
Quick! Everyone on the ground!
Hands behind your head!
Hand over your weapons! Let's go, quickly! Don't stop!
Clear the area, please.
We're handing El Cholo Iván over.
Fuck you.
Are you okay?
We're fine, sir.
Well done, Carmona.
And don't worry.
Your family and home are under Army protection.
- Thank you, Chief. - Hello, gentlemen.
I'm Vice Admiral Ortega.
Officers. Thank you for your cooperation.
Chief.
Please leave as soon as possible for your own safety.
As of now, the Navy is taking custody of the detainees.
What are you doing?
Say something!
It was Federal Police who captured Guzmán Loera.
We'll head to the presidential hangar together and file our report.
What do you say?
Marines!
Yes, sir!
Lower your weapons!
Understood!
Federal Police, lower your weapons!
- Marines! - Yes, sir!
- Let's escort them! - Understood!
Well done, boys.
JANUARY 8, 2016 10:32 AM LOS MOCHIS, SINALOA
Everything okay?
Yes, everything's fine.
These bastards wanted to take all the credit.
I don't give a shit who gets the credit.
I just don't want them leaving us here to die.
No, for fuck's sake, Carmona. Don't say that.
I'm a year away from retirement.
Motherfucker.
What are you doing here, fucker?
I'd ask you the same, Carmona. What the fuck are you doing here?
Quite the shitshow you two fuckers started.
You caught El Chapo!
Holy shit.
My boy Barraza really came through.
He held his own.
Well, thank you.
At your service.
See you later. I've got business to handle.
Go get 'em, killer!
Motherfucker.
- Thanks, fucker. - Thank you.
Thanks.
- We're a couple of dumbasses, aren't we? - Huge dumbasses.
IN JULY 2019, JOAQUÍN GUZMÁN LOERA WAS SENTENCED TO LIFE PLUS 30 YEARS.
"EL CHOLO" IVÁN GASTÉLUM WAS EXTRADITED TO THE US.
FOR DRUG TRAFFICKING AND FIREARM CRIMES.
CARMONA WAS PROMOTED AND COMMENDED.
HE WAS ASSIGNED TO A SECURITY DETAIL OVERSEAS.
CARMONA AND HIS FAMILY THEN RETURNED TO MEXICO.
HIS WHEREABOUTS AND IDENTITY REMAIN CLASSIFIED.
HÉCTOR ROSALES WAS DECORATED FOR HIS BRAVERY
AND ASSIGNED OVERSEAS WITH CARMONA.
HE DECIDED TO POSTPONE HIS RETIREMENT.
HIS WHEREABOUTS AND IDENTITY REMAIN CLASSIFIED.
Subtitle translation by: Lee Pollard