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Everybody has a weakness. |
You watch and learn. I earn his trust. Then more pain. Then I appear with kindness. Within a week he will follow me around like a dog. |
But will he be housetrained? |
When he loves me like a father, he will never tell anyone he was here. He will freely give the names of his superiors. Then we get them and they too will give us names. And eventually somebody will get us to Juan Obregon and the cartel will fall. |
Somewhere safe. |
Where? |
A place we have, that we know is protected. |
No. |
It's important that we work together. Mexico. America. One hand washing the other. |
We agree. |
So... maybe you tell me about your informants in our operations. |
We thought maybe you'd have that kind of information for us. |
This is a very different proposition. |
You should feel good about this. |
I feel like a traitor. |
Wasn't that General Salazar? |
Yeah. |
What's he doing up here? |
I don't know. Something. |
Relax. If they were going to kill us they would have done it in the desert. |
They wouldn't do it in front of all these people. They'd send someone later, when we're alone. |
If you want her to stay out of it, then stop telling her everything. You should learn how to keep a secret. |
She's nosy. She hears me on the telephone. |
Anyway, I don't think we'll ever see them again. Everything's back to normal. |
Please. Filing a report will not help you find your car. |
The police won't find your car. |
This is fucking crazy. Instead of killing us, he sends us on a suicide mission. Do you know who Frankie Flowers is? He's a psychocokehead hitman. A faggot. He's killed fucking who knows how many people. You'd need half the force to get close to him. And you can't get their help because he lives in fucking San Diego. |
Then I guess I'm going by myself. |
A group of us are going out tonight. |
Who? |
Guzman, Tomas, Esteban |
Your new friends. |
Yeah. It should be fun. You wanna come? |
Not this time. |
It's no problem. I was just with everybody we work with. |
Oh, really. General Salazar was there? |
No, but a lot of other people. You should come. You should come out with us. |
Go home. Get cleaned up. Get to work. Salazar is heading down to Mexico City next week and I'm not getting left behind. Don't fuck this up. |
Madrigal's alive. |
What? |
Porfirio Madrigal is not dead. I just saw him. |
Javi! Come on. Don't pull this you don't care bullshit. This is incredible information. It must be. Javi |
We keep our mouths shut. |
Yes, he threatened to kill my five yearold son. I was under the impression I would be meeting Juan Obregon. |
No, this is not possible. And I thank you for coming down here, though I suspect it's been a pointless journey. |
Why do you say that, Mr. Marquez? |
I hear these stories. Your husband in jail. His business in chaos. Various people fighting over the scraps. |
My husband is the victim of an informer in your organization, not ours. |
That is not true, Mrs. Ayala. Your route is compromised. Perhaps it is time for me to deal with other distributors in California. |
I don't think you're going to do that. |
You don't? Listen to this woman in a man's world, a very violent world. |
There are plenty of other suppliers in Mexico. |
But not in whose interest it is to help you out of debt. |
My husband had been working on something he called, The Project for the Children. Are you aware of this? |
I don't know. Perhaps I remember something. |
We have the ability to change the color, odor, and physical property of cocaine. |
You want to smuggle narcotics in Mr. Espastico Jacobo. That's nothing new. |
Not in... |
Every part, from his ears to his accessory belt, is highimpact, pressuremolded cocaine. Odorless. Undetectable by dogs. Undetectable by anyone. |
I don't believe you. |
You first. |
I'm six months pregnant. I won't do it. |
Fine, then we don't have deal. |
Fine, then we don't have a deal. |
That's good coke. |
It should be... It's yours. I want our debt forgiven. I want to be the exclusive distributor of Obregon Brothers Cocaine for the United States. And I want the principle witness against my husband, Eduardo Ruiz, killed. |
Perhaps... Perhaps... I'm afraid I must first ask you to pass a test. I asked the same of your husband and he succeeded with flying colors. |
Take this back with you. Deliver it safely to Tigrillo in San Diego and we have a deal. |
That's crazy. My husband is on trial for smuggling. |
Exactly, and this is how I know I'm not getting into business with the U.S. Government. |
You will help me with my other problem. |
Deliver that safely to Tigrillo in San Diego. And we have a deal. |
I want to know who is responsible for this treatment. |
Yes, sir! |
We aren't barbarians. |
Yes, sir! |
Bring this man a change of good clothes. Has he eaten? |
I don't know, sir. |
You will dine with me from now on. |
So, it's worth the wait, right? What can I do? Rent a Huey? Have an airlift? It's not like you can put it in a condom up some mule's asshole, right? How many peasants would that take? A line stretching from here to Mexico City |
Nobody said shit, Eduardo |
You planning on going somewhere, Eduardo? You don't like it here? This is the best situation you're going to have for a long, long time. |
I am a legitimate business. Fishing boats. Tuna. Check it out. Tax records, everything |
Listen you motherfucker, you tried to kill me with a fucking cannon. |
You can't visit me here. I want my lawyer. |
The amount of coke we got on you means capital punishment in some states. |
One chance here, Eduardo. Make us believe you got a boss. No boss, it's all on you. |
It's a death sentence. I'll never make it to the trial. |
We can protect you. |
Carlos, I mean Carl, started out in the family connection business: real estate in Tijuana, fishing boats out of Ensenada, hydroponic raspberries. He met up with the Obregon brothers of the Tijuana Cartel who were interested in two things: entering society and using his fishing boats. |
So you pay off our customs officials? |
In Mexico law enforcement is an entrepreneurial activity, this is not so true for the USA. Using regression analysis we made a study of the customs lanes at the border and calculated the odds of a search. The odds are not high, and we found variables that reduce the odds. We hire drivers with nothing to lose. Then we throw a lot of product at the problem. Some get stopped. Enough get through. It's not difficult. |
This attitude's not gonna help him any, is it? |
I got greedy. I decided to bring a little in on my own and somebody tipped you off. That was my mistake. Carl would never be so stupid. |
He hired you. That was a mistake. |
Carl and I were friends from childhood. He was loyal, that's not a mistake. |
This is ridiculous. Why is there no elevator? |
When the DEA gets into the narcotics business, then we'll stay at the Four Seasons. |
You expect me to be grateful for spending the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. |
That thought makes me feel awful. |
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