El Candidato

We had a deal. What the fuck are you doing?

He's clean.

Cavity search?

Fuck you, man.

Lalito, please.

Don't call me that.

Sorry.

Mr. Mayor.

Nothing for a year and a half, and this is how you contact me?

Dead bodies hanging outside my fucking office?

Are you done?

Now, pay attention to me.

I said, pay attention.

I know we had a deal.

All I'm doing is trying to fulfill it.

Did I ask you to hang dead bodies outside my office?

No.

Didn't it help you out?

Squaring off against the President,

breaking his so-called curfew.

You're a hero.

I've always tried to protect you.

I've always told you what you needed to know.

But the time has come when I need you to know and do more.

Much more.

Okay. What are we going to do?

THE CANDIDATE

Where are we on Bautista's banker?

Making good progress.

In terms of HUMINT, we got the dog walker.

We've also set up good SIGINT.

We had to be creative about where to put the bug.

'Cause Natalia gets regular sweeps from a security firm.

But they leave the dog outside during the sweep,

so we settled on the collar.

Yeah, we got DS&T to install some cameras on the utility poles,

so we got good eyes on most of the house.

Anything else?

Yeah. We spent a long time

going through the credit card statements.

Yes!

What did you find?

Two leads.

A couple years back, she spent $9,000 at a locksmith store.

About what a top-of-the-line home safe goes for.

And the second lead?

She goes for walks, long walks, every Tuesday and Thursday.

It could be nothing,

or it could be how she's communicating with the cartel.

Okay, promising.

Wayne, look into the walks.

Isa, the locksmith.

Let's get on this fast.

Meet up back here?

Maybe you can take a nap

because you might be tired from all that bank statement...

-Hey! -Hey.

I finally get to introduce you two.

Boyd. Wayne.

-Nice to meet you, Boyd. -Likewise.

Sorry to interrupt.

I gotta write a report on DTO fuel theft and I need a place to spread out, so...

Oh, no. You're good. You can have the room. We just finished.

So, you're an analyst? Is that right?

Yep.

By day I'm Clark Kent and by night I'm... Clark Kent.

Superman's overrated, but, hey, it's nice to have you here.

Thanks. Happy to be here.

Isa, could you... In my office?

Yeah.

Okay, see you.

Go tell Boy Scout Joseph Smith

he's gonna have to pack up his magic underwear and go home.

What?

We are just getting started with this Lalo thing.

You gotta keep that under your hat in here.

You really want to be going back home,

having to lie about it to your fuckbuddy too?

Who, I might add, is also CIA.

Who, I might add, is also my fiancé.

-I can handle it. -I'm not asking you to handle it.

I am telling you to send your Ken Doll back to America.

It is just gonna be too damn hard for you to keep this shit separate.

Thanks for the advice about how to keep

the pressure from home and career separate.

Yeah, it's especially valuable coming from someone that has mezcal

for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack.

-Hey, listen... -I said thank you.

Actually, you said "thanks."

Luckily, I'm starting to ovulate today.

Damn, don't get too excited.

No, sorry, it's just...

I have meetings all afternoon.

Honestly, I'm going crazy.

With the mess with Trueba and the Guerrero Cartel invading the city,

it's a nightmare.

The fucking press won't get off my back.

They're saying that

this is only the beginning.

There are rumors that Bautista is plotting against

the Navy men who were after him.

You think?

Fuck!

I hope not.

Hey, honey,

what's going on with that girl's complaint against Fer's son?

We agreed we weren't going to talk about that.

Tell me, please.

Nothing's going on,

so I have nothing to tell you.

-I have to go. -Okay.

I love you.

I love you.

See? She said hello to me, man.

But she's a gringa.

So what?

Gringas love me, man.

Don't you remember spring break in Cancun?

What I remember is you in your room the whole time

watching porn, asshole.

Toques?

Tricky.

Toques? Toques, miss?

Do you want to try it?

It improves the connection of your mind and heart.

-Let's do it. -Okay.

Ready? Hold each other's hands.

One.

-Ready? -Two.

-Three. -Shot for the winner.

-Okay. -One, two,

three, four, five,

six, seven,

-eight, nine, ten. -Enough!

What happened, man? The young lady beat you.

How was it?

Great.

-Wow! -Here.

Thank you. Have a good night.

Excuse me.

That was amazing!

You handled that so well.

I work for an idiot. I have to handle a lot.

What do you do?

I work for an art dealer from New York.

He's been unbearable since we got here.

Everything is like, "The city is really unsafe."

I love it when people say this city is unsafe.

You love it?

Well, it helps me.

I sell safes.

Here you go.

Great.

Look, I'd put it... here,

-in the bathroom -Okay.

Or here,

in the closet.

Cheers.

Hey, get this.

So, Natalia took a subway

and then backtracked

on a fucking microbus.

-Jesus. -Yeah.

She's running an SDR.

She's gonna meet with her handler from the cartel.

No, not a meeting.

There is no way that Bautista or any of his guys would run the risk

of coming into Mexico City once or twice a week just for this.

No, I think she's going somewhere to make a phone call.

Somewhere she thinks she's not gonna be intercepted.

I think she is calling El Chente,

Cartel finance guy.

Okay, but how can you be so sure?

First, it's classic tradecraft.

And second, because I taught Bautista how to fucking do it.

How's it going with your safe thing?

She has one installed in her walk-in closet.

No way.

Bet you that's where she keeps the burner.

If we can hack this phone,

we can find these motherfuckers.

Get your dog walker ready for the safecracking mañana.

Wait, but it's a fingerprint safe. We need Natalia's prints.

Homeland Security has already got them from her visa.

Okay.

It's just that I feel Pamela's a little green still.

I don't want to push her too hard.

Come on, you got a whole day to train her.

Okay. I'll set it up.

Good. Now, we can get a drink.

God knows I need it.

Where are you going?

Of course.

Outside.

What the fuck, old man?

You gonna fight back?

Thank you so much

for bringing me to the Cantina del Dirtbag.

Tips gratefully received.

So,