Narcos: Mexico

Héctor Palma has been running Sinaloa

since he left Juárez.

Amado Carrillo Fuentes was sent to Juárez to manage Pablo Acosta.

And he does not like it.

We don't need the fucking ABC's, man.

We know half this shit.

Is that right?

Well, did you know the Sinaloans are moving cocaine through Tijuana?

Using the Arellano Félix organization?

Or how about this? It's not a happy marriage.

In fact, they fucking hate each other.

The Arellano Félix boys bitched about sharing their plaza for months.

But to keep them happy,

Félix put a tax on any product the Sinaloans move through TJ.

But these guys...

they're not the tax-paying type.

As of yesterday, Palma told Benjamín to kiss his ass.

And now the Sinaloans

are pulling all their cocaine out of Tijuana.

How much we talking?

It's at least three or four hundred keys.

Not moving too fast for you, am I?

So, what happens

when they don't haul their shit back to Mazatlán?

Things get interesting.

These guys are going to move a lot of weight,

and they're going to take a tremendous risk to do it.

It leaves you with an opportunity.

You want to take Félix Gallardo down?

Testify.

Take immunity.

You could do it from a courtroom.

You may not value my life, but I do.

How's it work?

The money from Félix?

You on a regular payroll?

Or you just take a pinch out of the envelopes he has you deliver?

What was your name again?

You got some crew, Walt.

Must explain all your success.

Let me know if you guys find your balls.

If nothing else...

maybe you guys actually learned something today, right?

Prick.

You asked me to listen. I did.

But I still don't like it.

You know the kind of shit I've heard about this guy?

And now he's seen all our faces.

No ticket home for us three if he starts talking.

Sure.

But we've seen his face too.

Félix finds out he was here...

he's dead.

So we're supposed to trust him?

Fuck, no.

We treat him like any other CI. Trust but verify.

Dirtbag edition.

We see where it leads.

Come on.

Heath told us to wrap this shit up, right?

Maybe we put 400 keys on the table before we go.

You know, get one real win out of this whole fucking thing.

What's it gonna be, guys?

Your brothers' agreement with the Sinaloans has ended.

It leaves us with an opportunity.

By using your family's infrastructure, routes,

we piggyback our loads through customs.

And once the product clears the border? Arrives in the States?

Then what?

We use your drivers.

And how long till that gets back to my brothers?

Just like that.

What do you have in mind, boss?

We do this? We do it right.

And we do it our way.

Work in Tijuana's hard to find.

No one knows that better than the gringos.

A recruiting agency based in San Diego has an office in Tijuana,

which sponsors women for work visas.

The gringos place them in jobs across the border.

They earn American wages for cleaning hotel rooms.

Houses.

Offices.

These women cross the border on foot every morning,

looking for a chance to better their lives.

And the company takes advantage of that.

They pick them up,

shuttle them back at the end of a long shift,

and in return, take a piece of their earnings.

Company's end is 84%.

Because with 20 American dollars in their pocket,

who's going to complain?

It's more than these women will ever make in Mexico.

So your plan's to bribe your way into this company?

I bought it last week.

I run the books for my brothers.

Seemed like a nice addition to our "holdings."

Starting tomorrow, our girls are taking home full wages.

On top of the $500 more to move our coke.

Mules.

You say these women cross daily on foot.

How much could they possibly carry?

Figure, half-a-pound a girl.

But 35,000 people cross the San Ysidro bridge every day.

We have employed 700 of them.

That's 350 pounds...

each day.

Any other questions?

Close it.

Get in that one.

Not leaving any shit behind this time? Goat or something?

If only you had some common sense,

just a little bit,

you would've turned that pig into carnitas.

What a waste.

Already had as much Sinaloan shit as we could swallow.

Bet your brother could teach you how to swallow more hog.

What the fuck did you say?

Behave yourselves, ladies!

Good luck stuffing all that coke into a raft. Motherfuckers.

Get some men to follow them, make sure they leave the city.

They're moving. Headed south on Los Higos. Over.

Copy that. We're on it.

Need to hire more fucking guys.

We're not making our quota.

Amado! The boss wants you.

Hello. Hello?

Hey! Let me know if Acosta calls back.

No, not Acosta. The boss-boss.

From Guadalajara.

But according to Amado, we have to build.

I think about four...

Look at this guy.

Should write up a citation.

Where's your hard hat, man?

Fucks up my hair.

What's up, Félix?

Was giving him an update on all our progress.

Things are going well.

We're doing all right.

Acosta was here all day yesterday.

Want me to get him on the phone?

I didn't come to see him.

I came here to talk to you.

- All right then. - Good to meet you, sir.

Anything you ever need in Juárez, let me know.

Thank you, comandante.

Great.

I always liked construction sites.

Seeing things being built.

You checking up on me, or what?

What do you think of him?

- Aguilar? - Yeah.

He's smart, ambitious...

a real piece of shit.

But half of the cops here owe him their jobs.

- Yeah. - And he knows everyone, right?

Yeah.

Good, he can keep an eye on this while you're away.

We're going on a trip.

Where the fuck to?

Panama. Let's go.

We just passed the highway entrance.

They're headed north.

The trucks are definitely going to the border.

These dipshits are actually gonna try to cross?

Amat, tell Ossie to pull back and let us tag back in.

Copy that.

So you gonna tell me? What the fuck is in Panama?

Yeah. A meeting with the Colombians. I want you there.

Why Panama?

Neutral territory.

I made a deal with Juan Nepomuceno Guerra.

The Gulf is joining the Federation.

The old man's going to be there.

I'll explain the Colombians' future to them.

From now on, they pay us in product.

That puts us in their business.

That's the idea.

Over the next six months,

they'll get pushed out of the retail cocaine business in America.

The Colombians are no longer in charge, man.

It's my turn.

What the fuck are you talking about?

If I control the path to market,

they won't have a choice.

With Matta in prison,

someone will have to take control of transportation, right?

We will run our own fleet of planes.

You'll be in charge of the whole operation.

You wanted to know why you're here. There it is. Congratulations.

We'll build runways in Chiapas, Veracruz.

We refuel there, then drop the shit off in Juárez.

Which becomes our main distribution hub.

I told you it was important.

The fucking Colombians will work for us now.

The money coming in...

it makes us untouchable.

How long you been working on this?

My whole life.