Narcos: Mexico

The ear has fluid, but it's not infected.

If he develops a fever, or the pain gets worse,

call me, and I'll write a prescription, hmm?

Yes, thank you, Dr. Delgado.

- Tell the doctor thank you. - Thank you.

How's Max?

He must be turning nine?

Yes, this month.

See you tomorrow, Lucía.

See you later, Doctor.

- Dr. Delgado? - Yes?

- Hurry! - Let's go!

This is a mistake.

- I'm not a wealthy man. - Shut up.

You don't want to do this.

I know people.

Powerful men.

You don't want to mess with them.

Yeah.

I bet you do, Doc.

All clear.

Turns out, those are just the assholes we want to talk to you about.

You remember this guy? No?

Well, we sure as fuck do.

Don't move.

Jesus. Check this out.

Fucking pharmacy in here.

I got dibs on anything fun.

This is not right.

- Take that shit off. - It's not right.

The men who killed your agent...

they're all in prison.

Not all of them.

It wasn't what you think.

I was brought to the house where the American was held.

They didn't tell me why.

I had nothing to do with it!

I only gave him medical care.

And pleaded with them to let him go.

With everything I had, I pleaded!

Need him conscious.

Fucker keeps passing out, Doc.

Adrenaline will keep him up. Hold him.

Got this from our buddies at the CIA.

See? I told you so.

Hey, asshole! Not gonna talk?

Wait, hold on. Let him finish waking up.

Got any cigarettes? I'm out.

Go on, Doc. We're following your lead.

That the point where you plead to let him go, Doc?

We've been on you for weeks, Doc.

We know what you are. We know what you did.

So I'm not gonna ask you this twice...

unless you want me to blow the back of your skull

all over that wall over there.

Give me a name.

The other person on the tape...

tell me his name.

No, please! No!

Miguel Ángel, what time is it?

Very early, darling.

Couldn't sleep again?

Yeah.

Not even a little.

Happy birthday, my love.

I've never fucked a 40-year-old.

Excuse me.

Zuno's here, sir.

Good.

- Have him wait on the patio, Clavel. - Got it.

I think she needs to be changed.

Yes, ma'am.

Excited for the party tonight?

Sure.

Cynthia, I'll take my coffee on the patio.

- Yes, sir. - Love, wait.

Open it.

Oh, wow.

You don't have that one, right?

No, I don't think so.

It's very nice.

Put it with the others.

Thank you.

What's the word on your uncle?

Sends his regrets.

Turns out he won't be able to make it tonight.

Oh, really.

Cabinet meetings.

I want three fucking governors tonight.

The government is my partner. It doesn't look good if they're not here.

Hey...

everybody loves a party.

That's good.

The envelope for this month hasn't arrived yet.

I'll look into it.

Usually, it comes first of the month.

- People are asking... - You'll get your money.

Like always.

But I don't want to have political problems.

The government's shitting itself over the quake.

People know they're being lied to.

They'll get over it.

Where else can they go?

It's the government.

Life goes on.

The past is the past.

Yeah. Except when it isn't.

The Aztecs thought a lot about the end of the world.

Fuck, who doesn't?

They believed the world had already ended four times.

Once in darkness, once with a hurricane,

once in fire, and once in a flood.

And they were pretty sure they knew

how it was going to end the next time.

On September 19th, 1985,

an earthquake measuring 8.1 hit Mexico City.

Entire neighborhoods collapsed.

The government claimed 6,000 people died.

Community activists put the death toll closer to 35,000.

It looked like a fucking bomb had hit Mexico City.

People dug through rubble with bare hands,

searching for loved ones.

When the army showed up, folks figured...

Great. Here comes the cavalry.

But instead of searching for survivors, the soldiers just watched.

Their only order? Prevent looting.

A week after the quake,

thousands of protesters hit the streets, demanding water, electricity,

some fucking answers.

And when all the government gave them was more bullshit,

they started wondering if it wasn't time for Mexico to move on

from decades of one-party PRI rule.

Maybe the quake wasn't the Armageddon the Aztecs predicted,

but the PRI's shitty response to the crisis

created an opposition movement.

And one day, that would come back to bite them in the ass.

Just 'cause things have stopped shaking

doesn't mean there isn't some serious structural damage

underneath the surface.

Don't forget these.

Fuck you.

Enjoy your trip up north.

Call me when it's done.

What happens if we get pulled over?

Don't get pulled over.

Miss Isabella, how are you?

The boss is expecting you.

Lead the way.

Careful not to slip.

Wait here.

Business looks good.

Everything looks good.

I just wish we were meeting somewhere more comfortable.

This is where our business is done.

Please.

Ramón!

'Mon!

Let's go!

- All our stuff's broken down? - Yeah, boss, ready to move.

How long am I gonna have to look at this Sinaloan shit, Néstor?

Haven't heard anything

since they dropped it off a few days ago.

Maybe Héctor Palma forgot how a phone works.

I mean, if I left 618 kilos in someone else's warehouse,

I'd show a little more courtesy.

You counted it.

You didn't?

Take that shit somewhere else.

Maybe using our plaza isn't enough, Benjamín.

We're supposed to move it for them now too.

Put it somewhere else, Néstor.

Just get it out of the fucking way.

Yes, boss.

You ready for tonight?

Yeah.

Know what you're going to say?

Yes, Enedina, I know what I'm going to say.

It's important, Benjamín.

Our family is losing money every day.

We're getting fucked, and it needs to be dealt with.

Well...

I just hope we're sending the right person to handle it.

Ramón!

Don't wake up Mom when you get home.

- And don't let him drink too much. - Anything else, Enedina?

- No. - No.

Hey, 'Dina.

You look so handsome.

- Have fun tonight. - Yeah.

Hey, man.

What?

It's for the drive.

Tonight is business. I need you to be cool.

I'm always cool, you be cool.

Lighten up a little.

Let's go then.

Hit the horn again, Güero.

Hey, man!

When we get there, we need to check on the boss's birthday present.

- The guy called me, it's already there. - Good.