Cannot believe this shit.
Relax.
Answer their fucking questions.
The search for the mysterious Juarez Cartel boss,
Amado Carillo Fuentes, continues...
It's believed the drug trafficker fled Juarez...
Still on hold?
No one at Citibank knows where the accounts went...
They "vanished."
Hank's cleaning his tracks.
...don't believe me, I'll bring it tomorrow -
show you it's true.
-See you later. -Bye!
Hey. You need a ride?
Headed up past Las Flores. That where you're going?
No thanks.
Not much further, but you don't want to walk.
Rebollo was a bad apple.
No sign of Amado...
Whole thing's going to shit...
Arellanos coming back hard now.
At anyone who tested 'em...
Guys are turning on us?
They're scared, Chapo.
Lot of dead bodies on the street.
But with the Army out of Tijuana...
The border's opened up.
"Bro, we're out of product -"
Amado's fucking vanished!
Mayo got a plan to get us more shit?
Mayo's gone back to Mazatlan.
Arellanos been looking for him...
No shit they are...
Should pull the guys we still got outta Tijuana.
"Bad look keeping men on the ground, when Mayo's fucked off."
Pulling back makes us look weak.
Aren't "pulling back," Arturo...
You fucking lost.
Call it what it is.
Truth is, it was always a dumb idea.
Time to cut our losses.
Let the guys know...
Palma's right.
Okay, boss.
-It done? -It's done, sir.
Cell's packed. Transfer's signed.
Going somewhere?
Palma is.
Nice touch back there.
Letting the opinionated prick ride out with a "win."
Let him know.
They're ready for you.
Good. Let's start...
Still nothing on Amado?
-Not yet... -Stay on it.
Got an update from our guys in El Rubi -
Mayo's crew cleared out.
Great news, right?
...I'm back now. The fucking Army's gone -
Things are going back to how they were.
Make that clear.
All we've been through...
what matters is - we're still here.
The Arellano Felix family's back.
Stronger than ever...
-Cheers! -God damn right!
-Cheers! -Cheers.
'Dina, wait up...
You good with this?
I'm glad you're home, Benjamin.
Almost done fueling, sir.
Let's go.
Let's move -
What the fuck...
Let's go this way! Let's go!
Keep going!
Get to the plane!
Close the door!
Put these things on -
Fuck!
Flaps aren't working -
"What's that mean, boss?"
We can't take off.
We have to get out...
Go - now -
Let's go, sir! Let's go!
Heard back from the Minister's office.
It's a 'no'.
No press is getting access to Rebollo.
He's issuing a brief statement -
then no further comment.
This 'statement'...
The usual.
Nothing about Hank.
I'm sorry.
But this is as far as it's going to go.
It's time for us to move on.
Right...
It's a hell of a story. Rebollo.
You earned a couple days off.
I'm okay.
Still have some follow-ups.
This was good work, Andrea.
Heard you're running a story on the Arellanos -
With names and photos of every associate we have on file.
They think things are going back to 'normal'.
Seems like maybe we should disappoint them.
I've been trying to reach you - I was scared...
I know. Sorry...
You're okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
How long'll it take to set up another flight out?
Not sure it matters.
Amado...
I get out, and what?
My face is everywhere...
It won't stop.
The man I burned, he won't ever stop coming for me.
You can't think like that...
I want you to go to Chile without me.
Don't wait.
No -
I'll meet you. When I can.
What are you going to do?
Have one more thing I can try...
If it works...
We'll be good.
I'm not going without you. I'm not -
Marta. Chile's set...
The house, all of it. Please. I'll meet you when it's safe.
I don't believe you...
Promise me that you'll come.
I can't do that...
But I'll do what I can.
This is our best option.
Talk soon.
Fuck...
Get out of the car!
Hey! Out of the car, asshole!
Out of the car!
Get out of here!
Go on...
Go!
There a problem, officer?
Come closer.
What is this, man?
You really a cop?
Stop -
Unbutton your shirt.
You like her?
-I don't need her... - I said take your shirt off!
Look... I have money in the car...
Take off the fucking shirt, asshole!
Sometimes these girls...
...I don't know
they like it rough...
The fewer reminders of that staring us in the face, the better.
...You slept late.
Yeah. Feeling good today.
'Better watch out.
-Yeah, right. -What?
-Hello? -Hey, man.
Heard about Vicente?
Three more spots got hit last night -
He won't be in for long.
How the fuck're they getting all this?
Who knows...
He wants some shit handled. We got work tonight.
Yeah. Okay...
Pick you up at 10:00.
See you then.
Bye.
Rogelio worried?
Things'll settle down...
Bosses come and go.
What you've been doing.
Out at the factories...
With everything going on now...
I'm done with all that.
It's over.
You don't have to worry...
Allow me.
You look so handsome washing dishes!
Oh, yeah?
Should do it more often.
Think I don't know this was you?
This shit with Mayo -
Start thinking you're a boss now?
Isn't personal, man.
You'll always be part of Sinaloa.
Sinaloa is my organization!
Not anymore, man.
Me and Mayo run things now.
Way it has to be.
This shit doesn't work without me -
Forget where you come from?
Take care.
He'll get over it...
The new prison in La Mira, it's nice.
Got ocean views...
Be sending you a postcard soon.
Look - should reach out to Mayo. See where he's at with new product...
'Shit with my nephew... he hasn't got long.
We'll figure something out.
What's up, man?
Wanna pull up a fucking chair?
You're out too, Neto.
Going with Palma to La Mira.
Already packed up your cell.
Didn't even see it coming.
Fuck...
Gotta act like a boss to be a boss, right?
Heard that somewhere.
Guys see you whispering in my ear
who's it look like's in charge?
Sounds like you got good advice.
Don't fucking touch me.
You'll be thanking me soon.
The prison in La Mira.
It's nice. Ocean views.
I ain't sending a postcard.
Fucking pricks.
Let's go...
-'Morning. -Good morning.
Anything else?
A lottery ticket.
Sure.
Damn.
"Hey, you can't come through here -"
Tapia...
Thanks.
That you, Tapia?
Hey.
Was driving by...
Someone found a dead girl.
When our guy showed up
wasn't one girl. 'Was seven...
Fucker didn't even bury the last one. Just dumped her here this morning.
This morning? Today?
Yeah...
Ground under her body was still wet.
You're sure - it was this morning?
Any idea who did this?
Few of 'em have marks...
Bites and shit... one was strangled.
Our Tech says it could be a couple different Killers.
Using the same spot to dump bodies.
It's fucked up...
Right. Thanks...
Hey. This your handwriting?
DEA liaison to the task force.
Embassy finally called me back...
Want me to call?
I'll do it.
Souvenirs from Mexico!
Gifts!
Souvenirs from Mexico!
Why didn't you tell me you were coming?
Got our hands on one of the Sinaloans -
'Fucker talked.
What'd he give up?
Mayo.
He's in Mazatlan. At some high-rise...
We fucking got him, Enedina.
What did Benjamin say?
Haven't told him...
Came to you first.
I'll talk to Benjamin...
Get some men, go to Mazatlan...
Kill that fucker.
Your drinks.
Thanks.
URGENT CARE
Welcome. Follow me, please.
The doctors will be in to see you shortly.
Heading out?
Yeah...
Everything okay?
You been drinking?
Yeah. I have.
I was wrong.
I couldn't stop it.
I can't...
Thought one man was doing it. But it's not.
There's more...
You mean the girls? Out by the factories?
I gotta go.
Victor...
What's up, you ready?
Yeah.
-Luis... shall we? -Good night, boss.
Where's this guy live?
Not too much further.
LA VOZ THE MAFIA RETURNS TO TIJUANA
For the third day in a row, negotiations continued behind closed doors...
Get down!
This it?
Yeah...
What're we really doing out here, man?
How long you been working for the DEA?
It's not what you think.
If you're gonna do it, then do it.
It's not my fault! We tried to revive him - we tried -
He knew the risks!
Welcome to Chile...
Carrillo Fuentes, known as the Lord of the Skies, has died.
His body was identified by authorities at a clinic in Mexico City...
He out of surgery?
Who knows -
Call me if anything changes.
I'll be at the office...
Andrea - what for?
He'd want this in the paper tomorrow.
Song's about meth...
The lyrics.
Crazy, right?
We should get some.
Totally.
Stay cool.
Check this out...
I brought the "badge."
Turn it down.
Problem, officer? All good?
We're in town on, like, an investigation...
OFFICE OF THE ATTORNEY GENERAL OF MEXICO
Working hard, man...
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car!
Guess I'm getting out.
-Relax, bro. -Hands on the car.
I told you we're here working...
Hey, relax bro.
Chill out...
Nice boots there.
Shut up. Head down...
Fuck you, asshole!
Drop it, asshole! Drop it!
Fuck you!
Ramon...
Fuck, man...
Hello?
Enedina. Hey...
Heard your family's looking for me...
Not for much longer...
We have nothing to discuss, Mayo.
Not sure that's true...
Your brother, Ramon...
ran into some trouble down here.
I wouldn't wait up for him...
Hey, Enedina...
What happened?
I heard about Ramon...
How'd you do it?
Had my guys dress like cops.
Hit him on the highway.
Was my idea - Puerto Vallarta...
Ahead of its time.
They with you?
My guys.
Listen, Chapo...
That piece of border we been looking for...
Think I found it...
Juarez.
Amado's gone.
Time we made a move.
Heard his brother's gonna try to hold on to it.
Don't see Vicente fitting in.
Shit's strange...
Amado. Way it went down...
He's gone, not coming back.
The future, it's ours. Belongs to Sinaloa.
Might be time to rethink your living arrangement.
Brother, I need you back home.