Narcos: Mexico

Félix Gallardo came to my ranch

sometime back with Don Neto.

That'd be Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo?

Yeah.

Always liked Neto.

Smart.

Not smart enough, I guess.

Félix was talking about weed.

Building something.

Full of the same old shit.

And then what happened?

Félix gets in with these motherfuckers in Colombia, Mexico City.

That's a new kind of shit.

They're the ones fucking everything up.

And you can give me their names?

Oh, yeah.

Pablo... my newspaper will print it.

The Sun-Times has a good history with that.

But you're making some serious accusations here.

Dangerous accusations.

Why are you doing this?

These assholes...

Félix,

his Mexico City friends,

are desperate.

The whole thing is, uh... shaky.

One kick in the right spot...

As long as you're sure.

Next question.

What do you have on the Palma thing?

You were right. Clavel tipped him.

Turns out he was fucking the wife.

You see this fucking Acosta article?

We need to find him now.

Acosta's pissed off a lot of people. We'll get him.

Yeah, but when? Uh...

You have any idea what this could do to us?

We lose the election, we lose protection.

Americans back at my throat.

These people looking for him, they'll find him.

They'd better.

FAMOUS MEXICAN NARCO TELLS EVERYTHING TO U.S. PRESS

Mimi?

Are you there?

Mimi?

Wake the fuck up.

Every time I use someone else's shitter,

they're out of fucking paper.

Look who's up. Special Agent Breslin.

You always start your day with a little B and E, Breslin?

The window was open.

Thought I'd take a look around.

Who the fuck are you guys?

This thing real, Sacksy?

Shit feels like tin.

It's DEA. One step up from park ranger.

Ah.

FBI.

Out of Houston.

How's that "War on Drugs" coming, sport?

You boys about to declare victory?

Yeah. Any day now.

The fuck are you doing here?

I'm looking for the girl who lives here.

What about?

Known associate sort of thing.

Hoping she'll steer you to Pablo Acosta?

You guys are onto him?

What, are you working a US warrant?

Never mind what we're working.

What does FBI want with Acosta?

I mean, shouldn't you guys be...

bagging some rich asshole for miscounting his money?

Well, let's just say...

we got a call from some decision-makers.

Asked us to set up a joint-op with the MexFeds.

But we make the calls.

See, we've got the kind of say-so you low-rent powder cops

only dream about down there.

Check this out.

You know they got dogs at the airport that can do your job now?

That don't bother you?

No. They're smart dogs.

Well, it's been a real pleasure here, boys, but I gotta get going.

Sit down.

Sit the fuck down.

Now, you don't play along, we turn gears in DC,

and you end up chained to a fucking desk in Tulsa.

Look, I ain't got shit.

I got tipped off that Acosta was looking to turn.

I thought maybe his girl would help me find him.

Now I got nothing. My play's fucked, so...

You guys want him? Take him.

Plenty of other dirtbags out there in the world for me to go after.

Special agent's starting to catch on, Sacksy.

Making the right noises.

So am I free to go?

Acosta...

or his girl...

reach out to you...

You'll be my first call.

Attaboy.

Well, good luck with him.

He's a fucking wild one.

- Harder they come... - The harder we come.

Mm-hmm.

That's disgusting.

A huge turnout is expected

for today's presidential election,

as polling stations across the country prepare to open...

Good morning, Félix.

Hello.

Leave us. Five minutes.

This is my office.

Our friends want to make sure today goes smoothly,

so I'm going to observe.

I understand.

I'm not sure you do.

They saw this interview, Pablo Acosta.

- One of your... - It's being handled.

Traffickers giving interviews.

Another article like that, doesn't matter what you pull off today.

There it is.

It's just what you asked for.

You can call it anti-SNIPE.

A duplicate version of SNIPE that displays false election results.

Each version has its own password.

Enter one...

get fake results, where we seem to be winning.

But enter the other one...

get the real results.

Chapo.

You need to get Lupita some money.

Tell her to take the kids and lay low.

And that I love her.

I'll take care of it, don't worry.

I want to put a bullet in those sons of bitches

for what they did to you and Cochi.

Chapito, listen to me.

This shit with Félix...

it's all good for us.

We just have to wait it out.

When the time comes,

we'll have to get in line to put a bullet in his head.

Polls are now open nationwide.

We'll be reporting throughout the day on the numbers.

At 6 p.m. local time...

Think it's too early for a drink?

Hello?

You sound tired, Félix.

What can I do for you, Pacho?

Hold on a second.

Pacho?

The reason I'm calling is your load is ready.

My what?

Hold on...

The coke?

You didn't plan on asking for the 70 tons, did you?

Of course, I just didn't think you'd get it together so fast.

But you said you needed the money,

so I got it done.

Consider it a personal favor.

It's not a problem, is it?

No, of course not. Don't worry.

Good.

I'd hate to see you step in your own bullshit.

Félix...

you do know what happens if you fuck this up?

- Hello? - It's me.

How many times have I told you not to call?

Wait! Don't hang up.

This affects you and the kids.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

I asked the Colombians for more product.

Seventy tons.

- Seventy? - Yeah.

You can imagine what would happen if I can't get it through.

And I need the government to do it,

which only happens if I win tonight.

Win the election, Miguel?

Yeah.

You understand?

'Cause if this falls apart, they'll come after everything.

Everyone.

You understand?

You don't have to explain.

Good.

You can't keep doing this, Miguel Ángel,

making promises you can't keep.

I'm working on it.

Good luck, Miguel.

Acosta could be holed up on either side.

We're guessing they're trying to pin him down here,

let the MexFeds do the dirty work.

Well, they're definitely not looking to put him in cuffs.

But maybe that'll give me a play.

You know, I could offer protection.

As long as we take down Acosta.

We were so goddamn close.

- What else you got? - Just the girl.