It's crooked-
What'd you say?
It's a little crooked!
Drop it a little.
Cool. Let's go...
This one's the best...
Watch. Watch.
Fuck.
Recognize him, Boss?
Yeah. Romo...
YOU'RE NEXT MAYO TIJUANA BELONGS TO THE ARELLANOS
Come on, assholes.
Too slow, you fucking pigs!
Fuck it...
You assholes can't shoot for shit.
Fuck!
Custom made.
Fucking asshole.
Hey, Güero...
Who taught these fucking guys to play?
Been too long, brother...
How are you?
Save me a seat?
Sure.
What's up?
...Arellanos are drowning.
That's why they're hitting back at us.
Now's the time to hold 'em under.
My mother used to say,
"Ask God to move a mountain, be ready to wake up next to a shovel."
I'm ready to dig, man.
Been pushing your guys for more product to move through Tijuana...
I'm getting the run-around.
Things have gotten too loud, Mayo.
Arellanos tried to kill you, man.
Something change?
Make it work with what you got. Or go back to Sinaloa.
Alright.
Be easier keeping things "quiet"
if the Army hadn't hit two of our spots last week...
Army's not my problem, man.
I know...
Far from it.
Ever since this war broke out,
Army's hit every organization in Mexico... except Juarez.
Something on your mind, Mayo?
Whatever you're doing, it's money well-spent.
Or maybe it's just good luck.
Maybe.
Sure...
Alright then...
Come on...
Fuck.
Done for the night, boss?
The fuck you doing in my truck?
Was gonna move it.
Some fucking kids were snooping around...
You know how they are.
Don't ever touch my truck.
Won't happen again, boss.
Sorry...
Hold up.
What's that girl's name? One who serves drinks, with the fine ass.
Lucia.
Cool.
Ramon is smart.
I'm a little hungry...
Been working hard on this.
Maybe some Burger King?
Go fuck yourself.
Kid's a piece of shit. You know that, right?
Next, please...
Her name's Sofia Elvira Herrera.
She owns the account we've been on...
The Juarez cartel's paying her $200,000 every month.
Question is, why?
Who is she?
Former beauty queen. From Monterrey. Won the pageant there twice.
'83, again in '85.
And before then?
Can't find anything on her before 1983.
No property listing, car registrations... nothing.
"Sofia" changed her name.
Only explanation...
You're sure she's the one handling the money?
She's been at the bank each time. Matches when withdrawals were made.
Can't be a coincidence.
What're our other angles into this account?
This is it.
This woman's the conduit, as you say - between Juarez and Hank,
then something connects them.
Go back to the archives...
Figure out who Sofia was before she changed her name...
...The situation we discussed in Tijuana. I'm hearing it's unresolved...
Told the Sinaloans they're on their own.
Maybe that's the problem. You need to take a firmer hand.
Speaking of which...
my accountants in Mexico City noticed some unusual activity...
in your numbers this month.
You still there?
Your cut, is it up or down?
Money moves around, man. I don't fucking know.
That's why I want to take a closer look. To see where it's "moving"...
I'm sending some men to Juarez. To review our mutual enterprises...
Ensure there's no... misunderstandings.
If you're so worried, we can shut this whole "partnership" down.
Save your accountants a trip...
How's that girlfriend of yours?
The fuck you talking about?
The Cuban.
The black girl. In Havana.
She still in that apartment off Obispo boulevard?
Come on, man. Why haven't you put her someplace nice?
Or is that part of the excitement, the exotic texture?
Heard of the DGI? Dirrecion General De Intelligence.
Cuba's secret police.
Its boss, he's an old friend...
Those men you pay to protect her... they work for him.
Play games with me, they'll pick her up. Take her for a ride...
And when they get bored of doing whatever they want...
they'll leave her in the street for dogs to pick at.
We clear now?
My men will arrive tomorrow. Make sure they get whatever they need...
Hey!
What's her name, man...
Stop fucking around.
Found it.
Fuck it. This is far enough.
Come on...
Let's go, man.
Walk.
Check this out...
This kid in the picture your son?
Yeah. He's four...
Too bad his dad's an asshole.
Here.
Take it...
There's a shovel in the trunk.
He's good there.
Vicente, some of the guys, we're going out tonight.
Pick you up at 11...
I can't.
Have things to do.
Gotta figure your shit out, Victor.
What the fuck's that mean?
Means I gotta page you to get hold of your ass lately.
Don't think these dudes don't notice. Been trying to cover for you.
I got a thing with Tenci. Okay, Rogelio?
She's been on me to spend more time.
What do you want me to say?
I can't get out of it.
Let's go.
Look.
-Look. -It's water.
Don't get too wet, mommy's taking you soon.
What is that?
A fly.
I'll protect you from the fly.
-Shit feels off, don't it?
-Didn't call to hear you bitch.
Can you move that thing by next week, or not?
-It's done.
-Was just saying...
-Army'll move on soon.
-And that other shit. The Sinaloans?
-You scared, man?
-C'mon...
-Talked to your brother?
-Of course I've talked to Benjamin...
Right...
It'll be okay...
Everything will be okay.
Well, look...
-Tell him we're praying for him.
My wife lights a candle for Ruth every Sunday.
Never misses one...
Appreciate that, bro.
-Don't worry...
-With God's help, we'll get through this.
-We're gonna beat this thing.
So what are these assholes gonna find?
We've pulled out millions of dollars already...
If Hank looks closely, that leaves a trace...
How long'll it take for them to figure it out?
Who knows...not long. What the fuck do we do?
The money we got from the last Cali load. It's a couple hundred million...
Hank knows about it! Won't replace what we've taken...
We're not gonna replace it.
Anything yet?
Not sure I know where I'm supposed to start...
She lived in Monterrey in the early '80s...
Right. Thanks...
The boys really love him. Can't get enough...
...Palma's got charisma.
Yeah...
What you call a "natural leader"...
I fucking heard you, Neto.
Enough.
So maybe now you'll listen.
If Güero Palma's calling shots for Sinaloa,
what's Mayo need you for?
Get ahead of this, kid - or get back in line...
-Hey. -It's me.
Of course -
You're the only one with this number.
You there?
Those guys from the security service, they still outside?
Yes.
Always... My personal bodyguards.
Everything okay?
Look...
Our plan, you leaving... something's come up.
Look...
Thank you.
Say thank you.
Thank you.
Bye.
Here.
Up we go.
LYMPHATIC CLINIC
We were making real progress, but shit's getting complicated now...
Complicated how?
Fucking Army, hit a couple of our spots...
What's Mayo's plan - get them off our back...
Look...
-Didn't know we were meeting.
Gentleman.
Fuck, Arturo...
You look like shit...
Thought I was the one in jail.
We talking business?
Problems in Tijuana.
Army hitting our spots.
How do we fix it?
Reached out to Amado, help replace the product we lost.
And?
Said he's out.
Fucking guy's scared...
Why don't you tie yourself to other organizations?
Now we're relying on Amado...
What about my "La Comadre" thing, it still working?
What, jalapeño cans?
Yeah.
Gotta tell El Léon you're stealing his ideas...
Thought you said you came up with that in the cafeteria?
What?
Been searching political events in Monterrey...
anything that might tie to the PRI
around the time our "beauty queen" was there.
There she is.
And look who else...
Hank Gonzalez.
Holy shit. September 1981...
Says her name's Yessenia Chasco...
Start looking under this new name...
Yes?
They're headed up...
Got a couple desks you can use, whatever you need...
This is just a summary.
I'll need actual files.
Last six months of receivables, to start with.
Follow me.
Going somewhere, Miss?
This is everything we've got...
Fucked up my boots.
Why don't you get in the car...
Come with us...
Amado says to call him once you're outside the city.
Have a place to go?
Miss.
You have a place to go?
Okay.
Leave and get a taxi.
After 15 minutes, get out... and catch another one.
You understand?
Miss. You understand?
Go...
Go!
What happens now?
Stealing Hank's money,
two dead accountants.
Might as well burn the fucking building down...
Fuck Hank.
By the time he knows what happened, I'll be gone.
Gonna take a day or two to pull out all that Cali money,
make the transfer...
Take 10 million for yourself.
Time to disappear, man...
Hey, open up -
Need to use your phone...
No phone here. Beat it.
My engine's dead...
-Come on!
Get the fuck outta here...
Back off, fucker!
Check this out...
We've been looking at this wrong.
I couldn't find anything under Yessenia's real name...
So I went back to that photo.
Started looking at the other people in it...
This man.
Edgar Benzal.
He was married to our girl before he died.
Died...
He knew Hank?
No. Wasn't even a member of the Party.
He was military.
A Captain. 6th Infantry Battalion.
He was killed in a helicopter crash. Few months after this photo was taken...
So what's that mean?
It's who he served under...
GO BTNP
Get down, get down!
Don't move! Come on!
Check the house!
Get the fuck out of my house -
Calm down -
Hold her!
You okay?
Yeah.
Headed to the country now. My cousin's place...
You'll be safe there.
Yeah.
Won't be long. I'm putting that last piece together, coming to get you.
We'll be in Chile in two days.
On a beach, the mountains behind us...
Don't make me wait.
I won't.
Bedroom's empty.
-It's empty! -Move on!
Where's your husband?
-Take me to my daughter.
You're not seeing your daughter till we find your husband.
Where is he? Do you prefer your husband to your daughter?
Take me with Ruth!
Where is your husband?
Fuck.
Turn her around...
Is this your dad?
My dad.
I want my mom.
Look...
Look.
-My daddy. -Yes.
Where is he? Where's daddy?
Look.
Mom!
Look at me.
-Where is your dad? -Walt!
Hold up.
You sure about this, man?
Staying here, trying to hang onto Juarez after I'm gone - it's gonna be a fight...
It's life, man.
Never wanted anything different...
-Take care, brother. -You too.
Let's go.
After Yessenia's husband, Edgar... graduated the academy,
he was assigned to 6th Infantry Command.
Under General Gutiérrez Rebollo.
They were close.
Rebollo was his mentor.
After Edgar died...
Rebollo maintained a relationship with Yessenia...
That account...
the money we've been following...
the Juarez cartel hasn't been funneling it to Hank...
They've been paying off General Rebollo.
The man running Mexico's war on drug traffickers...
The payments started the same month Rebollo arrived in Tijuana.
You two found this?
At the library.
They weren't even hiding it.
Just didn't think anyone would look.
You did.
Get back to the office.
Start writing it up...
Call the Army for comment.
Start with General Pinel.
Pinel.
From Mexico City.
And the Federal Prosecutor?
I'll call him myself.
Good evening...
Hey. You ladies seen a gold colored car?
A gold Cadillac...
Like this one.
Please...
Seen a gold car like that? Man driving it...
No?
Why...
Who are you?
Used to be a cop...
Look, please...
The man driving that car...
He's dangerous.
He hurts women.
Be careful.
They want to destroy me...
Not just our business. Enedina, they have my fucking family!
The lawyers spoke to Ruth... She's fine.
She'll be released tomorrow.
They had their hands on my wife -
Benjamin, she's fine... Important thing is you're safe.
For how long?
We hold on, Benjamin - that's all we can do.
For as long as we can...
You were right.
About staying on the move...
You've always been right.
I'll call when I hear from the lawyers...
Thanks.
Where have you been?
Work thing.
With Rogelio?
Yeah...
Funny. He called.
Asked if you were with me. Like you told him you were.
I told him you were.
Where were you, Victor?
You fucking one of those whores from work?
Liar.
I've been out by the factories.
Looking for the man who killed Teresa.
Other girls too...
Other girls...
How long've you been doing this?
A while. I don't know...
No one's doing anything to make it stop.
And you think you can?
I don't know.
Maybe.
No?
You're going to get killed. Doing this.
You know that.
Look at me, Victor.
You have to stop.
Tell me you'll stop.
Let's go!
Hey! You can't take him -
Easy.
Let him go. It's the American.
What's going on?
There's a problem at the airfield, sir.
Police are there. Military too.
They've seized the entire hangar...
They say you're all over the news...