El Candidato

Isa says I should have an exhibit in Europe, Mom.

In Barcelona or Seville.

To be honest, I'd prefer Paris,

but Isa says I speak terrible French.

She's organizing an exhibit for me in Boston.

That's why I can't stay very long.

Are you okay?

It's time to settle down, Lalo

That's what I'm doing, Mom.

Your life is here in Mexico, with Susana and me.

Not in Sevilla, living like an artist,

with a girl you only met six months ago.

It's time you started following in your father's footsteps.

There's an election year coming up, can you believe it?

You could be a senator.

Your dad's friends would be delighted

-to have you. -Seriously, Mom?

Is that why you asked me to come?

-The party needs new blood. -No! Look, Mom.

In this country, there are two kinds of politicians.

Corrupt ones and dead ones.

You want me to take a bullet to the head too?

No.

That's exactly what I want to avoid.

What do yo mean?

Please, listen to me, Lalo, I beg you.

I'm going back to Boston.

I told you this was a waste of time.

Lalo.

Who the hell are you?

An innocent man.

A good man, and you killed him, asshole!

If you're gonna make a fuss every time we bump someone off...

He had a five-year-old girl!

What? I grew up without a dad. What's the big deal?

I'm not talking to you, you fucking nutjob.

You promised me nothing would happen to them if I helped you.

And you believed me?

You wanted to believe me.

It's time to grow up, Lalito,

To see things as they are, not as you want to see them.

Thanks for the fucking lesson!

Don't touch me, asshole!

Okay, that's enough.

Someone might know about our relationship.

Who?

We're working on it.

What the hell does that mean?

It means you have to pay attention.

You have to be careful about who you trust.

Do you know why Enano died?

Because his lips got a little loose after a couple of tequilas.

I know he talked about us.

Maybe even about us.

What do you want me to do?

You do you.

Smile, give interviews.

You know.

But keep your eyes wide open.

Cheer up.

THE CANDIDATE

Babe, where are the cufflinks you got me?

They must be in the drawer, with your watch.

Thanks.

You're welcome. See you tonight.

Okay, bye.

It's me.

We have to do it again.

Same protocol as last time.

Don't tell anyone.

Let me know when you're ready.

Isabel. Hey.

I called your name, like, three times. What are you listening to?

Juan Gabriel. Goes great with studying Mexican art.

Okay, you might be living your cover a little too seriously.

You wanna take a break?

Bike down Reforma?

I'd love to, but I...

-I really have to get this done. -Okay.

Plight of a first tour officer.

What do you think about next weekend, getting out of town for a few days?

Eli just raved about Valle de Bravo.

So, there's hiking, mountain biking.

Yeah, that sounds great. Let's do that.

She also said it's a pretty popular spot for chilangos to get married.

Maybe we could, I don't know, check out some venues while we're there?

You wanna get married in Mexico?

Sure, why not?

Yeah, sure.

It's definitely something we could do.

I'm so sorry, can we talk about this later?

I just... I really have to get this done.

I have an early meeting tomorrow morning.

Yeah, of course. Talk later.

Sorry.

-I love you. -I love you, too.

We have to do it again.

Same protocol as last time.

Don't tell anyone.

Let me know when you're ready.

Don't tell anyone.

Let me know when you're ready.

Recorded yesterday.

I checked his cell phone log, no record of the call.

He's using a burner.

-Promising. -Promising?

He could be talking to Bautista.

This is the only lead we have that supports your theory.

Yeah, well, I'd be a little more whoo-whoo about it

if your fucking fiancé wasn't trying to have me put in jail.

Yeah, sure.

Blame Boyd for the fake asset you created.

No, actually, I'm blaming you.

If you'd sent him home when I told you to...

Fuck off.

...we wouldn't be in this fucking situation.

You put us in this situation, Wayne.

You did.

Not me. Not Boyd.

When are you next talking to Lalo?

We have a "Breaking Walls" meeting tomorrow morning.

Okay. If he's still waiting for the callback,

he'll have the burner on him, so...

On his person, you think?

Yeah.

Like, in his pocket, or his briefcase, or up his ass,

wherever the fuck it is, you're gonna have to find it.

Thanks for the operational support.

Where are you going?

To do something I should've done a long time ago.

Ominous.

I'm telling you, if I hadn't had the sun in my eyes,

I would've got it in.

I think your memory is failing you, Julio.

You barely made par.

Well, at least I made par.

This guy got 36, without a single hole-in-one.

What's wrong, Eduardo? When are you coming to the club?

Leave him alone.

He has to play with his father-in-law.

Julio, Mexico's Batman doesn't have time to play golf.

He's too busy hunting down delinquency.

Have you seen this? "Top boss!"

That's great!

Frankly, I don't understand why in the press and everywhere else,

the only thing they talk about is violence and drug trafficking.

Is nothing else going on?

That's a really good question.

What else could the press possibly cover?

The economy, for example.

Only then they might have to mention

the billions of dollars from drug trafficking

that freely flow through the country, right?

But then that would mean even more violence.

I don't know, foreign politics,

the war in Syria.

Until you realize we've had more than 200,000 deaths since 2006, right?

No, I mean, it's obvious, isn't it?

This fucking country is at war.

No, I know, maybe it's...

Maybe it's difficult for you to be hearing all of this.

You come and go, from one gated community to another.

-Lalo. -What?

Better they should worry about their handicap,

or what to wear to their niece's wedding next week.

I don't know, maybe what I'm trying to say is...

The media cover violence

because, in this fucking country,

it's the only fucking thing going on.

Excuse me.

I'm going to see what's holding up the service.

Yes, Mom.

Now!

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Yo, Gemela.

Son of a fucking bitch.

La Federación.

I'm ready to meet them.

If you're gonna sell my liver on the black market,

I should warn you, that it will not be in the best of shape.

We'll sell it cheap, then.

No. Just a second.

Just a second!

Don't be a pussy. Jesus.

The shadow of violence still hangs over Mexico City.

This evening...

I'm sorry, ma'am.

No, Ofe, stay, please.

-There's no problem! -No, I'm going. Good night.

What's up with you, huh?

Her room is so small. Why is it a problem if she watches...

Just stop it! I'm not talking about Ofelia.

What are you talking about?

Three days ago, you were great.

But since the operation, you've been unrecognizable.

Everything I said today is true.

Please.

You don't believe that.