El Candidato

You are the future of Mexico.

Not the rich, or the politicians who sunk this country...

into a dictatorship disguised as a democracy.

You, the people of Mexico.

I will protect you from those who abuse...

those who are most in need!

Together, we will finally achieve...

the ideals of the revolution!

What do we want? Eduardo for president!

What's this?

Why does your mom insist on dressing you like a little old man?

Because he looks handsome.

As always, your mother is right.

Yzaguirre! Yzaguirre! Yzaguirre!

Somebody do something!

Do something!

-Take those bodies down now. -We can't touch them. Forensics.

-Cover them up before anyone takes photos! -We need to let them work. Radio!

Make the perimeter bigger. Nobody should take pictures.

Cover this up.

We need you to get rid of this, please.

Get rid of it!

Attorney General's Office, right? We have everything under control.

You know the rules, boss.

This is organized crime. Federal jurisdiction.

I will speak to the Attorney General.

The order came directly from Los Pinos.

The President is gonna take the case away from us.

No.

Of course not.

THE CANDIDATE

Did Carla speak to you?

She's been a bit busy.

No one can know what we did yesterday.

No shit!

Especially Carla.

The IPC and peso just took huge hits.

POTUS is freaking out. He's convinced...

Glad you could make it. ...that Mexico's falling apart.

We're gonna get 1,000 migrant caravans showing up at the border.

Okay, so I just got off the line with the Fusion Center.

DEA and Naval Intelligence are trying to track the vans that dumped the bodies.

Now, they're just using the city CCTVs, so we could really do with a drone.

-I thought we agreed no ASR. -Yeah, well, you know,

that was before this main square of Mexico City became a fucking body dump.

That's right. All bets are off.

Wayne, get back to the Fusion Center.

Everybody, this is serious.

Vary your routes. Remember your tradecraft. Stay safe.

Isabel, got a second?

Yeah.

I was expecting a cable from you last night.

Sorry, I've just been overwhelmed.

Last I heard, Wayne was taking you to find his development in Tepito.

Yeah, we left him a message.

And then?

Because the bodies stacking up in the Zócalo

are also apparently Tepito gangsters.

So I need to know, what exactly did you and Wayne do last night?

I'm a little scared to say it, but...

Yeah, Wayne took me to a karaoke bar.

Last I remember, we were singing "Querida"

and he was making me do Jägermeister shots.

I'm disappointed, Isabel.

The most important skill for a young CO is knowing how to write cables while drunk.

Good song, though.

Okay, the Ambassador's considering a travel advisory. I gotta deal with that.

I need your cable by noon.

Yeah, there's a FINO footnote on the CNC report...

The cable. Everything else can wait.

This morning has seen a significant fall in the value of the peso...

after what took place in the Zócalo.

-What did she say to you? -Fuck!

Can you stop doing that?

So? What did you say to Carla?

-The truth. -Which is?

Up to Tepito, and then I told her that we sang karaoke all night.

Which song?

"Querida."

No, it'd never fucking happen. I hate that song.

Look, I found this footnote on the CNC report of the Guerrero Cartel.

No.

No one has ever seen any real estate buys from Bautista,

so there's this theory.

He puts all his money in the stock market and he actively manages it,

which totally matches the idea that he's a control freak, right?

Hardly any lieutenants.

So, if I was him and I was gonna attack the Zócalo,

I would short the peso, and make a killing.

-So, if we track these trades, we can... -No.

The memo was in Spanish 'cause you didn't seem to understand it the first time.

Write the cable.

Keep Carla off our backs, okay?

And when you've got that done, you can start looking into Lalo.

You still think he has something to do with Bautista?

Even after last night? This is a political nightmare for Lalo.

Believe me, Bautista plays a very long game.

I don't know what it is yet, but we're gonna find out, right?

You know one way to find out?

Looking into the stock market thing that I'm trying to explain...

No one gives a fucking fuck...

about your fucking stock market thing right now, okay?

Do it later.

Do whatever it is that Carla needs you to do,

and then find a way to talk to Lalo.

Bingo!

About what?

I don't know.

You work at the American Embassy, make some shit up.

You know what? I'm not feeling too comfortable about this anymore.

Maybe you should've figured that out before you lied to your Chief of Station.

We are in this together right now, okay?

Okay?

Good. Glad we're on the same page.

You can use the phone in my office. Any food you find you can eat.

You might wanna check the expiration dates.

Except the honey barbecue Fritos, they're mine.

If you touch them, you're fucking dead.

Then look for him at home, or at the golf club, I don't care!

Yes, Ramón, you'll have your statement in a couple of hours.

No, sorry.

The Mayor will give his official statement today.

Tonight.

That's right. Tonight.

Perfect. Okay, great.

Thanks.

Sorry to bother you, Lalo.

I have information about the embassy that might interest you.

Isabel Alfaro.

Hey, I got your email.

Wow, that was fast.

I have a meeting. What's up?

I have a friend who works in Consular Affairs

who tells me the ambassador is considering putting Mexico City...

on a travel advisory.

I know you've worked really hard to boost tourism.

When will they decide?

Honestly...

I don't know. I can ask around the office.

Would you do that for me? Can you tell me if you find anything out?

Of course.

I'm glad I have someone in the embassy on our side.

Thanks, Isa.

No problem. Bye.

FUSION INTELLIGENCE CENTER

Hey, Luis.

Where are we with the vans?

We just saw them passing by a camera...

-between Uruguay and February 5th Street. -How long ago?

-Thirty minutes. -Thirty? Fuck.

Yeah, but look.

They've been circling, so we can't predict where they're going.

Okay, bring up Uruguay and Bolívar.

With this traffic,

they passed the camera, what, 25 minutes ago?

Yo, DEA, I got us a Reaper drone from Texas, so you are welcome.

-Cancel it. -What?

We already coordinated an orbit in El Paso this morning

while you people were drinking mimosas or whatever the fuck you do over there.

Why didn't Vázquez call me about that?

He's supposed to handle liaison.

Where is Vázquez?

Vázquez won't be here anymore.

I'll be here, Admiral Agustín Romero.

That's disappointing. I liked Vázquez.

Of course.

He let you do whatever you damn well pleased.

Okay, well, I look forward to working together.

Same here.

As long as you stay in your lane.

Yeah, I've been here a little while,

so I think I know how things work.

Well, it doesn't seem that way to me,

so I'm going to make it very clear.

You gringos are here only because we allow you to be.

As Head of Naval Intelligence,

it is in my power to kick you out whenever I want.

And I like kicking people out.

But don't worry,

my DEA guys here say you're really good at tapping phones.

So get on with it, man.

Let's go.

No problemo, Chief.

Sir, I've got them.

I just saw the vans.

Look, it looks like they went into a parking lot.

I'm sure they have another vehicle in there.

I want to see everything that has happened since then.

Every vehicle that's come out of the building. Get on it.

Boyd Sorenson, CNC.

-Hey, it's me. -Hey.

How's it going?

So, did you write up Wayne last night?

I thought better of it.

What? Why?

CIA STATION LANGLEY, VIRGINIA

You know what?

It was my first day, and I totally overreacted.

He beat you up.

Yeah, not really. And I was holding him at gunpoint, so...