Narcos: Mexico

I like to go out jogging.

Try and mix in weights when I can.

You?

Do I... exercise?

Oh, Rafa!

Yeah!

It's all been cardio, I suppose.

Me too.

On the floor, motherfuckers!

- On the floor! Are you deaf? - Head down!

Get down!

You have no idea who you're fucking with.

Do you know who I am?

An old man who can't sing for shit.

Get on the ground, motherfucker! Let the ruling class tremble!

Long live... the prole...

- The prole... - Long live the Revolution!

- Stand up. - No.

No! No!

- Shut up or I'll kill you! - Sofia! No!

- No, please don't take her. - Dad!

- Mom! - Don't take her! Please!

Sofia! Please don't take her! Don't take her!

Sofia!

- Don't take her! Please! Sofía! - Sofia! No!

Open, asshole!

- Sofia! - Dad!

Sofia!

It's "proletariat," stupid. And you were supposed to kick over the Christmas tree.

- Okay, but we didn't do that bad. - No, Rafa, you were wonderful.

It's so romantic!

Have you ever met a guy like this?

Has everything under control, not a single hair out of place?

That was Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo. "The Thin Man."

Drug kingpin of Guadalajara.

DEA wanted to know everything about him,

right down to what side of the fucking bed he got up on.

But this guy had everything locked down.

Anytime they got close, his DFS friends were there waiting.

Watch out! Goddamn it!

Shit!

Fucking with him every step of the way.

- Goddamn it. - Both. This one too?

- Yeah, fucking knives. - So they took what they could get.

Hold on. That's Rafa right there.

They couldn't get near the big fish.

So they targeted the small ones.

Not until later, darling. Not until later.

They worked him...

and gradually started getting a better picture of the empire he'd built.

Here's what they did know.

Félix had partnered with the DFS and plaza bosses.

And using his massive supply of marijuana,

he was able to control the market and fix the price of weed across North America.

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo

had singlehandedly built a confederation of drug traffickers.

The first Mexican drug cartel. But that's a lot to get your head around.

Especially when drinking the water in Mexico City.

The Rockefeller of marijuana.

Pretty much.

Why not just hit this field and cut off his supply?

We can't get back to it, sir. Félix covers his tracks.

The eradication program should be able to find it.

Yeah, they think Félix has gotten to that, too.

We feel our best bet is to go straight at Félix, sir,

cut the head off the snake.

Of course, it's a challenge when the men who are supposed to be our partners

are working against us.

We need some real support from Mexico City, sir.

Enough pressure from you...

we just might get it.

What do you think, Heath?

I think the Mexican drug business is as organized as my wife's checkbook.

The fact is, drug violence is down, seizures are up.

- That's because the business is organized. - How's that?

Well, the more money you have, the more cops you can own,

the more you can inflate the numbers. It's a joke.

All right. Sir, numbers aside, there is a real opportunity here.

We take out Félix, we cripple the Mexican drug trade.

Numbers matter, Jaime.

And if this is what a cartel looks like, I can live with that.

So how do you take down a crook who's at the top of his game?

Who has every cop in town in his pocket?

Well... you hold your breath

and you hope you get lucky.

We need to talk.

They're coming for Rafa.

Open, asshole! Sofia!

Remember this guy? Well, turns out he's the Minister of Education

and a senior member of the most powerful political party in Mexico.

For 50 years, the Institutional Revolutionary Party, or PRI,

controlled the presidency of Mexico and never lost a senate seat.

Wonder how they managed that.

Félix knew if he didn't give them what they wanted,

they'd rip his business down to the studs

and he'd back to scraping pennies together in Sinaloa.

Rafa fucked up.

He screwed with the order of things.

These assholes sit above us all.

I'm taking you to the hotel.

You and the kids.

You'll be safer there.

And Rafa?

Are you gonna answer me?

Wha... What!?

What do you want me to tell you?

I have a business to protect.

I stand in their way, and they'll make us disappear.

The narco who thinks he's a businessman...

is a narco about to get fucked.

No doubt something your father said.

He was a man of few words.

So what? Those days are over!

This isn't the ranch anymore.

We can't just grab our shit and head for the hills and vanish.

Then remember why we left there.

You can't trust those motherfuckers.

You can't turn Rafa in, Miguel.

I don't know.

You can take care of your business, Miguel.

But also protect your family.

Look at this guy.

I'll get it.

I'll take him.

Hi. Hey.

Hi, my little dancer.

- Oh. - Hey.

Well, it happened. Thin Man fucked up.

The hell was this guy thinking?

All that matters is Rafa has crossed hombres that you do not cross.

He's about to get caught in a PRI shitstorm.

Best way to catch the smart ones?

Get an idiot working for 'em.

So Rafa rolls, gives us Félix.

Just gotta get it done before the PRI genie goes back in the bottle.

Or Rafa gets the fuck out of Dodge.

Shit!

No! Bonnie!

Now, you sons of bitches, this is a fucking stickup.

You don't wanna give us the money?

Then eat lead, motherfuckers!

We should rob a bank.

They're mine.

All the more reason.

You make a good Bonnie.

Why do you always get to be the badass?

Because Bonnie was the heart, and Clyde the brains.

And Clyde was always on top.

And I'm the badass.

Rafa.

Rafa!

- What the fuck do you want? - Félix is outside.

You realize what you've done?

All right, man. There's no problem.

No problem?

None?

It was just a joke.

The family wants you dead, Rafa.

And they're in the PRI.

I'll bring her home tomorrow, and it'll blow over.

You're turning yourself in.

No fucking way. Why?

They're sending men from Mexico City to put a bullet in your head, Rafa.

They're going to tear the business apart looking for you. Everything I've built.

Oh, so you invented sinsemilla now?

You don't fucking get it, Rafa.

We finally got all we wanted.

And you're thinking with your dick?

I turn myself in, then what?

It's just this girl...

Damn!

I thought that...

nothing would ever get me away from that field.

But it's okay.

I'm going to turn myself in. Take me in, man.

But it can't be like last time.

And no fucking way I'm writing you from prison, asshole.

Go say goodbye.

And pack a bag.

You're not turning me in?

Now! Before I change my mind.

This motherfucker.

Contrary to what you may have heard,

when the Mexican government puts its mind to something, it gets it done.

Remember the Alamo? When they come, they come hard.

And by the way they responded to this,

it was looking like Félix's problem was DEA's opportunity.

Within 24 hours of Rafa waving a gun in a minister's face,

they put up roadblocks everywhere,

and sent their big game hunter from Mexico City.

This was the man the locals called the Eliot Ness of Mexico.

Subcomandante Guillermo González Calderoni.

Rafael Caro Quintero.

Our target.

Business associate of many of the Sinaloans

who've relocated to this area.

Gentlemen...

let me make this clear.

Caro's going down.

This comes from the top.