Narcos: Mexico

Yes?

They're coming for Zacatecas.

Rafa! Rafa, wake up!

Rafa!

Where are you going, you sons of bitches?

Come on, motherfuckers!

This field feeds all of us!

Let's go, fuckers!

Fight or I'll kill you right here!

- Come on! - Let's go!

Now!

Let's go!

Where are they?

Let's go, Rafa!

Come on, brother. Let's go!

Get out of here!

Check over there.

- Hey! Hey! - Hey. Don't shoot.

Come out.

- Quickly! Quickly! - Yes, sir.

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Ed. - Jaime.

Ambassador.

- How are you? - Thanks for coming.

Would you look at that?

Never seen that much marijuana in one place.

I imagine there's never been that much in one place.

Yeah, state of the art irrigation systems,

got barracks for 7,000 workers,

a mess hall,

warehouses for processing and storage

all in the middle of the fucking desert.

How does that happen?

I think you know how it happened, sir.

There were stories of people hundreds of miles away

feeling a little funny that afternoon.

But not Rafael Caro Quintero.

In 1984, total US marijuana consumption was estimated at 15,000 metric tons.

His field held one third of it.

Five thousand motherfucking tons.

Caro Quintero had built the greatest weed farm in the history of modern agriculture.

Perfectly engineered to maximize profit, he even timed the harvest for March. Why?

Every narcos' favorite holiday: spring break.

And in the end, they got it all.

The largest seizure in history. Street value: two and a half billion.

I mean, there were oil fields in Saudi Arabia worth less.

Time Magazine called it "the Bust of the Century."

You like that? DEA sure as hell did.

Four years of having their asses handed to them.

They handed it all back. With interest.

And for the first time, the Thin Man was vulnerable.

Not even a call?

They raid my field and not a fucking word from you?

The gringos back-channeled it, used the military, no cops.

This is fucked. Fucked, Azul.

It was inconvenient timing with Nava disappearing.

Yeah. And you got a fucking promotion.

I just don't want this kind of fuck-up happening again.

Not on my end. But you got fancier friends than me.

- Maybe they should warn you sooner... - No! Wait.

You're here just to do your job, Azul. That's it!

Are we clear?

How's it going?

Good morning, everyone.

Thanks for being here.

What's up, Neto? How you holding up?

Hanging in there. One day at a time.

Fucking Americans.

Slipped one through.

Motherfucker.

You look worse than me.

You want a drink?

What I want is to kill all those motherfuckers.

Yeah.

They hit us hard.

No way around that.

El Azul says it won't happen again, right?

We don't have to act like we're stupid.

We know this is how things go in this business.

But even with all this, it doesn't matter. We've doubled our profits.

And once our new distribution system's up, we could see five times that.

But it's very important right now more than ever

to be alert and quiet.

Discreet.

We can't afford anymore unwanted attention, is that clear?

Yes.

Rafa!

Rafa!

What's wrong?

What's wrong, man?

You want to know what's wrong?

You handle Amado by giving him a promotion in Juárez.

They burn my field and it's the cost of doing business.

- That's what's wrong. - Look, Rafa...

No more bullshit, Félix.

I get it, man.

Our farms are in Colombia now, I get it.

We're done with weed. No problem.

No problem?

I know about what you did in the restaurant.

- They were after me. - They were tourists, Rafael!

- We cleaned it up. - Are you stupid or what?

Don't you realize how fucking stupid that was?

I can't count on you like this.

I wasn't even going to invite you to this meeting.

I don't recognize this thing anymore.

Yes.

- Everything we built went to shit. - No, no, no.

You're the one going to shit.

And I need you to get your head on straight.

Got it?

Our friend is having a rough time, huh?

Can we talk?

Acosta's going to be pissed about all the money he lost on that raid.

And he was on the fence to begin with.

Talk to him like your uncle. He's old school.

Brother...

my uncle never killed a man and dragged him through town behind a pickup.

Listen, Amado, I need Juárez to ramp up distribution.

Do you want to be a boss or not?

Then go up there and talk to that motherfucker.

Okay! But what do I tell him about the raid? That's what I don't know!

Do I have to tell you how to do everything?

Just fucking fix it!

All right, then.

Gotta think we finally got under that motherfucker's skin, huh?

Two-point-five billion doesn't, nothing will.

So Minneapolis, huh?

You're gonna stick out like a sore thumb over there, buddy.

- Too much brown in me now. - Yeah, I know.

- Right there, right there. - Oh, yeah, no. Those freckles are huge!

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

- Are they ready? - Yeah.

How are those burgers looking, boys?

Why are you smiling like that?

That, gentlemen, was Ed Heath on the phone.

Turns out...

we won some hearts and minds in DC.

The House Foreign Affairs Committee is sending down two investigators tomorrow

to talk to us,

open up all our files on the whole cartel.

Holy shit!

That's what I'm fucking talking about! Yeah, motherfucker!

All right. All right. Let's not get too excited, okay?

Oh, no! As much shit as we've eaten on this thing? Come on!

To the biggest take in the history of the DEA.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

And smoke it. And smoke it.

Hey, man, help yourself.

What the fuck, man!

I'm done with that shit, Cuco.

That shit took Sofia.

That shit took my field.

- It's over, man. - We can't quit just like that.

A friend of mine gave it up and almost went crazy.

I have to get the devil out of me.

He's been waiting, Mr. Félix.

We need to talk.

My uncle and his associates are concerned.

This raid at Zacatecas...

got a lot of attention.

Hold on.

You warn us half an hour before the raid

and now you're going to tell me you're concerned?

Didn't you say marijuana didn't matter to them?

We just didn't anticipate that reaction.

And you, my friend, shouldn't have built a field you can see from the fucking moon.

All it took was some piece of shit pilot and a DEA agent

to snap a couple of pictures and cause a shit storm in Mexico City.

The Attorney General's asking questions.

He already spoke to your uncle?

Not yet.

They're old friends, of course.

The old man's honest.

And my uncle is very careful.

And let me tell you, friend... the gringos had a wire.

They were listening to your entire operation.

We took care of that, don't you worry.

And how can we know what they've heard?

Listen...

if they had something else, we would know by now, don't you think?

I just hope there's nothing involving my uncle.

If it comes to light that you're in business together...

I know. Of course.

Although, you know well...

there's only one way to be sure what this fucking agent knows.

You understand?

No.

Let's see if you understand me.

That shit you're thinking about? It's not going to happen. Okay?

Félix.

You people are constantly grabbing people off the street.

Yes, but not a fucking DEA agent. We aren't stupid.

That's like shooting yourself in the foot, man!

And then they'll come back ten times harder.

And then tell your uncle to hide, because it'll shine a light on everything.

So you won't do it?

Listen...

you shouldn't even be asking me.

Well...