I hear we need to talk.
Close the door, Andres.
Your tip say how many are inside?
A dozen, maybe more.
Well-armed.
Stay here.
Let's go.
Let's go, guys. Let's go.
Move!
I found the attic!
Quickly. This way.
Through this door.
The medical foresenics team...
Here's another one. Come and help.
These people were tied to Félix Gallardo's operation.
It was a good tip.
Not good enough.
We found him!
Over here, sir.
Fucking rules are changing.
When cops start getting pinched, maybe rules don't exist.
Notjust cops going down...
Yeah. Fucking Morlet.
Didn't stay in custody long...
Bet the fucker wishes he had.
Morlet.
If DFS isn't bulletproof anymore,
you have to ask yourself, "Who do you think is next?"
Heard from your friend in Mexico City?
Can't even get him on the fucking phone.
Cheers.
We need to get out of Guadalajara, Neto.
Strange times.
Fucking government turning on its own.
The men who matter won't be touched.
Well, no one in our business gets to choose how it ends.
Where will you go?
Probably Sinaloa.
Like the old days.
Bandit country.
Never thought you'd go back.
You?
Puerto Vallarta.
If this is the end, I want to see the ocean.
Girls in bikinis.
Take them to the mountains. Safer there.
Why the fuck would I go to the mountains?
Nowhere's safe.
Those days are gone.
We had a good thing with the weed.
And it could have gone forever, but it wasn't enough for you.
We had to expand.
We had to expand? Really?
I needed to expand?
Rafa needed to expand?
I love you, Skinny.
They're coming for us now, but you're the one they really want.
Watch your back.
Let's go! Pack your swimsuits, we're going to the beach.
Stay safe, Neto.
I'll be in touch.
I'll fix this.
Sure.
Maybe you will.
Start packing up, Tony. We're leaving.
Go ahead, Braulio. Pack it all up.
It's over. The government's turned on him.
Just a matter of time now.
Don't tell me you're still loyal to Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo?
Who do you think ordered the cops to arrest your friend Falcón?
To shoot him in the head?
Félix has the coke.
I brokered the introductions with the Colombians. I brought them to Félix.
For a fair price, I'll do the same for you.
If you don't take control of the organization, someone else will.
And your end is what?
A seat at the table.
And 20 points off any deal coming from my introductions.
That's a lot of money.
Yes.
For all of us.
I'll talk to the others.
What do you think, boss?
It's good.
All right, gentlemen, we're going to fix this place up to the boss's liking.
Kitchen things in there, and set up the bedrooms.
Get to work.
You shouldn't have come to my home and involved Rodolfo in all of this.
Dad.
Miguel's not only my Godfather, he's my friend. Yours too.
- It isn't that simple, son. - What then?
We can't just abandon him for no reason.
Let us talk, and I'll call you.
- Dad, I can... - Let me talk to him!
Still seems like a boy to me.
Thinks life ought to be fair.
- He didn't grow up like you and me. - Thank God for that.
Difficult choice we face as fathers:
do we prepare our children for the world as it is,
or do we shield them from it?
He'll be okay.
A good man.
You shouldn't be here.
I know.
But I need help.
I just need some time,
until I can make arrangements.
Word's out, Miguel. They've changed the locks on you. It's over.
- I can pay for your protection. - Yeah, I know!
But you can't hide forever.
Then I'll leave Mexico.
I'll go to Guatemala, Panama, wherever. But...
I need time to set it up. I need papers.
A way out.
How much time?
No more than a month.
One week.
I have a house in the hills, would go there to hunt.
Five hundred thousand dollars. Up front.
What did you expect?
I hide you, I'm endangering myself.
When you have your things in order,
I'll have some state police escort you south.
Once you're at the border,
you'll give my people another $500,000.
Then you're on your own.
One week, Miguel.
How did it come to this?
It's my fault.
I'm the fool who trusted the wrong people.
After you leave here, never contact my son again.
Understood?
Go get the money.
Let's go.
Inspect all the rooms.
Braulio!
Sir?
- Check there for a phone that works. - Yes, sir.
- If not, find one. - Yes, sir.
We're looking for this man. Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo.
He's a dangerous criminal.
What the fuck are you guys doing...
I come back later, you don't have information for me?
The same happens.
I'll keep breaking your shit, until you do.
You okay, boss?
Yeah. All good.
Félix is fucking done. We need to meet, talk.
I have a place in Ensenada.
It's time to change things up.
Okay.
Going for a walk, Tony.
I'll take Braulio.
Want to buy eggs, sir?
Four hours in a hood.
Thought we were friends.
As requested.
These should do the trick for you.
Don't wait long. Those IDs won't be worth much soon.
Word is, DFS's being shut down.
Already started firing men.
Fucking madness, right?
Who could've seen it coming?
Where will you go?
South.
Any trouble getting them?
He who asks for the heavens better be ready to pay.
The DFS is dismantled. I need a new home.
They'll close it, and before long, open another. They'll make up a new name.
Hire the same men back.
Times like this, who can be sure? I need to consider my next move.
You know the answer, Azul.
Switch sides.
You'll always have a future with my organization.
Do you, though?
Do I what?
There's a meeting in Ensenada.
Whatever's left of your cartel won't be yours much longer.
It's me, Governor.
I'm ready to go.
I'll send men in the morning to escort you, Miguel. Good luck.
Sounds good.
Thank you, Governor.
Goodbye.
We got a phone call, sir.
- How do you know he's there, Governor? - I just do. Let's leave it at that.
Félix has a dozen gunmen with him. Couple Jalisco cops, too.
But they won't give you any trouble.
They should stay in position until we get there.
I can send some more police with you, as backup.
Not necessary.
Good luck, Commander. Glad I could be of service.
Fuck your handshake, Governor.
You're a bigger dirtbag than any of them.
Tony!
These go in my car.
Drop it! Motherfucker, drop it!
Stop, motherfucker! Turn around!
On your knees.
Okay, okay.
Hands on your head.
I have some money there, let's make a deal.
Fuck your deal.
You can go slowly.
After you've felt pain you can't imagine.
Or you can die clean.
With a bullet.
The price of that bullet is, you talk.
Tell me everything.
I have the tapes.
There's seven tapes from Agent Camarena's interrogation.
In two of them,
he's asked about names of politicians involved with traffickers.
They're the names of important men, Commander.
Men like your boss, the Minister of Defense.
I paid them millions and now they've turned on me.
Those men sitting in Mexico City might be done with me,
but I'm not done with them.
So go ahead.
Shoot me and tomorrow those names are released.
But save a bullet for yourself.
'Cause the system doesn't like heroes.
Or better yet, I hold onto those two tapes...
the ones with the names.
But the rest I can give to you.
That's enough to give the Americans someone.
Think about it.
You get to protect your bosses...
and walk out of here two million dollars richer.
Motherfucker.
Hey, gentlemen.
We need some more onions, cilantro, and cigarettes from the store.
I'm talking to you, assholes!
You do it.
Dickhead.
Fermin, I need you to run to the store again. I forgot...
They found us!
Hey! I found something up here!
How'd they find us?
Skinny made his move.
Can I help you, miss?
Miguel Félix Gallardo.
He still live here?
We don't have any guests by that name.
Excuse me.
Should start by saying, we're all sorry to hear about the arrest of Don Neto.
Rafa, Neto, Félix... the men who started this are all gone.
But with respect, it was never about them.
The organization is only as strong as the plazas it's made of,
the plazas we control.
Juárez. Sinaloa. My family in Tijuana. All of them.
As long as we have the Colombians,
and can move their product through each other's territory.
The only thing that'll change is the extra money left on the table. For us.
What is this?
Opportunity.
Why work for someone else when we can work for ourselves?
What about the cops?
Money buys protection. Nothing changes that.
But I'm not paying every asshole who flashes a badge on my doorstep.
When things settle down in Mexico City, I'll arrange new protection.
What the fuck?
Go see!
They're coming.
It's the fucking army!
They're all over the place!
On the ground! Hands up!
Take them.
Stand up, Palma.
Come here, Chapo.
Take a seat.
Benjamín.
Miguel Ángel.
How's your family?
Take a seat.
Go grab a seat.
Isabella.
You look lovely.
Aren't you gonna say hi?
It's so good to see you.
But if you'd excuse us, there's business to discuss.
You can see my issues with the government have been resolved.
After a period of misunderstanding...
I've secured their cooperation.
They're my partners again.
Which of course I'm glad to share with you.
That's what old friends are for, right?
Remember when all this began, bringing together plazas to sell weed?
We were so small.
But...
we were trying something new, doing things no one had ever done.
And we grew, and fast.
Along the way, we lost good men.
Neto. Rafa.
I'll carry each in my heart, always.
We shouldn't forget them.
Or the lessons they can teach.
About what happens when we lose our way.
Let our minds wander.
When we start fucking up...
doing stupid shit.
They called us 'La Familia.'
Sure, 'cause we started so small.
And today, with the arrangements I've made with the government,
I'm more powerful than any trafficker in the history of Mexico.
Today, we've become 'La Federación.'
And you all are welcome.
Thank you for your trust.
That's all then.
Oh, wait one second.
Benjamín...
you wanted to say something, right?
No.
Okay.
You can go now, gentlemen.
Too bad what happened to my uncle.
It is.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him a lot.
Welcome back.
I know you.
You yelled at me in the street.
Yeah.
How long have you been on me?
A while.
Long time.
At the border. That was you, too.
I already told them everything.
I have a wife...
kids.
Young boys.
You shouldn't be down here then.
This isn't your country.
I was born in Baja.
I'm Mexican.
You're too smart to believe that.
They keep asking about men in Mexico City.
Your partners' names.
I can help you.
Help me?
When they flip on you.
You're too smart not to see that.
You're not calling the shots here.
What does that tell you?
Let me go home.
Let me go back to my family.
Tell these men what you know.
Then you go home.
I have.
I told them everything.
I don't know anything else.
These help with stress.
Lately been keeping me up.
Funny. Slept like a baby before I became rich.
I'm from a small place. I used to be a cop.
I had a family.
Lived day to day. Bills to pay. Medicine to buy.
Like you, I bet.
But know how I got where I am?
When I look at something...
I don't see it for what it is. I see it for what it could be.
When I look at something...
I see how it ends.
You want this to end, right?
Okay.
Tell them everything they want to know.
You hear me? Everything.
Then you'll go home.
That's how this ends.
No, it's not.
I'm already dead.
We both know that.
I won't survive this.
But know what else?
Neither will you.
You have no idea what's coming at you.
What you started.
Everything you've worked for, whatever dream you had...
it's over.
All right, then.
Getting harder to keep him conscious during the interrogation.
So increase the adrenaline.
His system can't take more.
Just do it. Finish this.
Hello.
How's it going, Governor?
Miguel? Thank God you're okay.
Yeah, sorry I haven't called. I've been busy.
About that...
I never made the final payment on our arrangement,
but now I have.
Now we're even.
Thank you for everything.
My son! My God.
My son!