Narcos: Mexico

I know what you're thinking, Miguel.

Something's going wrong.

This is all very strange.

Yeah...

it is.

Everything's changed.

Is it you?

You remember this place, don't you?

The children loved it here.

They would beg us to come.

And when you found those old bikes...

riding them up and down these hills...

the kids chasing...

dying of laughter...

screaming for you to stop.

They're chasing you, Miguel.

Run.

Run.

Run.

Run!

You have no idea...

what's coming for you.

What you've started.

I don't want to be here.

You haven't gotten far enough away.

I fucked up.

He told you so, didn't he?

Oh, Miguel.

You're too smart not to see it.

There's no going back.

Too slow.

What's wrong with you, asshole?

Grab your shit, Dopey. Let's move.

The fuck you want?

Get in.

Need to get to the hospital and quick.

We're gonna kill some people.

Inside. Room 23.

He's at the end of the hallway, to the left.

There's two guys guarding him.

My family and I are sorry for what happened.

My brother had no business getting tied up in all this.

Life's been hard.

It hasn't been easy.

She just drop a dime on her fucking brother?

- I'm talking to you. - That's why we're here.

- To get some fucking answers! - Fucking answers to what?

Just cover my back.

Come here.

Quiet!

- Drop it, asshole! - Lower the gun!

On the ground!

We only want him. Don't be a hero for a dead man.

Unhook him from all that shit.

Please, if you unhook him, he'll die.

He's gonna die anyway.

Come on, man.

You were looking for a conspiracy?

Well, we found it. Rubén Zuno Arce.

Your living, breathing grassy knoll.

A bloodline to the throne.

Married to former president Luis Echeverría's daughter.

Zuno's uncle?

The Minister of Defense.

Couldn't make this shit up.

Besides acting as a go-between for Mexico City and the narcos,

Zuno fancies himself as a businessman.

Very well.

Sits on the board of several companies.

Sir...

Hi.

Even owns a few himself.

Better put, he inherited a few.

Family has a thing for art.

Generous with their donations.

The Tate in London, the Galleria in Rome,

and two Picassos at the Palacio, here in Mexico City.

ACQUIRED VIA THE ZUNO ARCE FOUNDATION

But don't let Zuno

and his philanthropic endeavors fool you.

Has a taste for more than just art.

Never met a line of coke he didn't love

or a call girl he didn't want to fuck.

Oh, yeah, and he loves golf.

What's wrong with golf?

Uh...

Nothing. I'm just mentioning that he likes it.

Arrive at your point.

Zuno owns property. A lot of it.

881 Lope de Vega. Ring a bell?

The house Kiki was killed at.

Yeah, the asshole isn't just connected. He was fucking there.

All right? Zuno doesn't just link Félix Gallardo

to the Mexican government.

It puts them both at the scene of Kiki's murder.

So...

how do we get him?

That's, um... sort of a problem.

You know, he heard rumors that we're here,

he spooked and figures he's next.

Zuno's underground?

He's holed up in a compound in Puerto Vallarta.

Oh, he asked his uncle for support, and he sent the fucking army.

Oh, fucking Christ.

Guess that's the cost of making noise, huh, Walt?

Thought you could shoot it out in the street?

Not draw eyes?

Things didn't go as planned.

We adapted and did what was necessary.

Verdín's in the fucking morgue.

Was that necessary?

I sleep just fine, sir.

I did what I was brought down here to do,

and I'm not gonna apologize for it.

Then don't.

Make it worth something.

We got the green light.

- This is it, fellas. - Whoo-hoo!

The golden ticket.

The whole reason we're down here.

We know where he is, so today we go get him.

What about the army?

Not leaving.

We go in guns a-blazing, we'll get eaten alive, so...

we gotta do this one different.

I don't know. See how this man handled an assault rifle?

Yeah, seen where that leads?

Kenny's right.

All right? I fucked up.

Shit got loud and a whole lot harder.

We're on their radar, but...

we're in this fight, so let's finish it.

Okay, so...

what's the play?

Well, what do we know?

Target and location.

And we know he's scared.

So, that's our hand. We play all three of them against him.

Sounds really good, Walt,

but did anybody else see the end of Butch Cassidy?

The guy's got military positioned all over the fucking compound.

Well, we get creative.

It's not exactly our style.

Come on, guys. Every smash-and-grab crew's gotta grow up sometime.

Comandante Sergio Verdín...

Félix, he's dead.

He was at Lope de Vega. That makes two.

I have to see Calderoni. Tell him to come here today.

Something out there got you guys scared?

What've you heard?

Rumors.

It's an American operation.

Though, officially, the embassy's denied knowledge.

- So, what are they looking for? - Well, you.

Can't imagine why.

And what are you doing to stop this bullshit?

The Americans' identities are unknown. They are small-scale attacks.

So you're not doing shit?

Look, comandante, in case you forgot, you work for me.

I own you. Don't play stupid.

They're connecting the pieces.

Anyone who was at Lope de Vega.

You want to know what this is?

Huh?

It's revenge.

Okay.

Zuno's in hiding. I'd recommend you join him.

You're not safe here.

Not an option.

- Right now, my organization... - The scumbag business goes on.

Don't like my advice? Stick around. See how it all plays out.

Do you think I hired you for your bullshit advice?

Do your job.

Next time I see you, I want a solution.

Now, leave.

Do you trust him?

Hmm.

I don't trust anyone, boss.

- Who else knows about this? - Just Calderoni.

All right. It stays that way.

The old man and the plazas can't find out,

or everything goes to shit.

Let's hope this blows over before I sit down with Cali.

Do you think he can get it fixed?

This mess with the Americans?

Have them fuel the plane. I'm getting my things.

Fucking bastard.

How much longer you wanna be here, asshole?

Who paid you?

Answer, you fuck!

Give us names, you fucking bitch!

It was Arévalo.

They paid me.

Said there'd be more work as soon as it was done.

It was just a job.

Please...

- I have children. - You think I don't have children?

How much did they pay you?

- Two hundred and fifty thousand pesos. - Son of a bitch.

You are an idiot!