Narcos: Mexico

Cochiloco was one of us.

Deserved better.

We all do.

The time comes,

you open your eyes,

don't recognize home.

You don't recognize this thing 'cause Félix changed it.

I keep telling you, Güero,

the old days are gone.

So how do I explain this, huh?

What do I tell my guys?

The truth.

Félix did it for Benjamín, Tijuana.

If the Federation were to lose them now...

... it goes down fast.

Only ourselves to blame. We joined into this shit.

We allowed Félix to rule us.

Yeah, well... didn't have a lot of choices.

Ah.

Maybe didn't look for a better one.

Right.

So maybe it's time.

Time to find a better option.

Let Félix suck Benjamín's cock.

You and me, we gotta worry about ourselves.

We start to do what Félix isn't.

Protect each other.

Break from the Federation?

Could work.

It would work, man.

No.

Lot of bullshit, starting over.

I'm looking to go the other way.

Still think you're getting out, huh?

You've been saying that shit since I was working for you.

Oh, yeah?

Guess every day brings a new chance to be a little less full of shit.

Yeah.

Look, this new deal with the Colombians,

it's more than Félix can handle.

The man is desperate.

And desperate men...

Not long for this earth.

You recognize the voice?

Fucking Acosta.

Trust me.

Keep your head down, your footprint light...

And wait for Félix's time to run out.

- Make me a copy of this. - Yes, sir.

Babe, the helicopter is on the roof waiting for me.

Got to go to Mexico City for important business.

Lots of money on the line.

- Sorry. - Come on, you're not even trying.

I told you, this stuff turns me on.

I love what a big deal you are.

Bring that big deal over here.

No, love, I gotta go.

You were supposed to come last night.

I told you, Héctor came home early.

I couldn't get away.

Come on,

at least you had me all morning.

Fucking Palma, who does he think he is?

The big boss?

Félix is the one telling him what to do.

Not everyone can be as tough as you, baby.

So stay.

You have me all day.

No way. Félix finishes breakfast, and I'm not there, he'll kill me.

And he tells my husband what to do.

Don't mess with me.

Call you later.

CÁRDENAS POPULARITY DECLINES

The fuck are you doing here?

I thought I made myself clear.

Just having coffee.

Is that so bad?

You think this is a game?

This is my life. I told you to stay away.

Yeah.

From the house, from school.

This is a café.

Not sure it qualifies as "yours."

Seem to remember it was me that first brought you here.

Enjoy your coffee.

- Give my best to your old man. - He's not interested in you either.

He told me about Cochiloco.

What you did.

Didn't remember your father liking gossip so much.

We adapt, or everything goes to shit.

He made his choice.

You know, it takes someone special to abandon everyone

and still find a reason to blame them.

You chose the wrong side, Miguel Ángel.

You fucked over anyone who cared about you.

Now bad things are happening to you.

Because you're a bad guy.

A new day is coming.

Some will be punished, and some will be rewarded.

What...

you find God or something?

Maybe something better.

Good luck with that.

It's your lucky day, Walt.

An anonymous call came in to the embassy earlier.

Someone claiming to have intel on Félix Gallardo.

Oh, really?

He say how?

She wouldn't elaborate.

Said she'll only talk in person.

"She"?

Come on, sir, it sounds like bullshit.

She say what she wanted? You know, cash, a visa for her boyfriend?

That's exactly what you're gonna find out.

Look, she wants to meet.

She's based in Ojinaga.

Given that you're in Juárez...

Well, sir, I'm right in the middle of something here.

Right. The thing with the planes.

I thought you said you had nothing.

Look, this person has high-level intel on Félix Gallardo,

and you're the agent in charge of that operation.

What the fuck aren't you seeing?

Yep. Yep.

Fucking hell.

Making a habit of these visits.

Though, I must say I'm not surprised, given the news.

What happened with the nomination? You were so sure.

Gave my life to this party, and they choose that fucking technocrat.

So the big-eared dwarf and his brother didn't want your money?

Look, Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas,

he was a governor in Michoacán.

A member of the PRI.

He was your colleague. Don't you know him?

Yeah, and I know his father too.

They're a fucking institution.

Old man would win the presidency again, if he were still around.

And privatization undoes everything he created.

The farmland, the oil, all of it.

Did your homework. Congratulations.

The party plans to destroy his father's legacy.

He needs us.

Make the introduction.

I have to admit the Italian suits start to fool you.

Do you know why Cuauhtémoc left the party?

Because of us.

Says the party is in league with traffickers and corrupt politicians.

He's got to need something.

Cárdenas takes office,

and you're in a jail cell the same day.

You think Cárdenas can actually win?

I don't think.

I know so.

They called it

the National System of Political Election Information.

Better known in Mexico as SNIPE.

It was a system engineered to compile election results,

based on voter registration data.

Basically, a way to figure out who was voting,

where, and how.

Sound familiar?

Well, in 1988, in Mexico, it wasn't.

It was fucking unheard of.

Before '88, there had never been any reason for it.

I guess that's the deal with unchecked power.

A one-party system tends to lead to a likely outcome.

But all it takes is once.

An earthquake and a recession usually do the trick.

And then an idealist starts to draws crowds.

The big surprise of the campaign

has been the leftist candidate Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas.

Cárdenas is a former member of the PRI.

He left it last year, accusing it of being undemocratic.

When hope catches on,

that shit spreads like a prairie fire.

Cárdenas has support in the major cities,

educated centers.

The PRI's influence is holding to the more rural,

less populated areas,

where ignorance and illiteracy reign supreme.

Yeah, but these are just projections, right?

A preview of what's to come.

Okay, but none of this is exact.

These projections aren't gonna change,

because a margin of error is built in.

Which brings us to the real problem.

Mexico City.

Cárdenas is projecting a win at 54 percent.

A coin toss.

No.

A fucking tragedy.

What about the rest of the country? Stop there.

León, Guanajuato... doing well there.

Yes, but it won't matter.

The first precincts to report are all in the city.

They're the only ones the media reports on.

Every six years, on election day at 7:00 p.m.,

they report a landslide PRI victory.

If a PRI candidate doesn't declare victory

after the first precincts report,