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That's him.
That's my Tyler.
I'll make the arrangements for his transfer back to the U.S., sir.
All right.
He's good.
- Thanks for coming, Abe. - Of course.
It's Tyler.
I'm sorry, brother.
They think it was fentanyl.
These fucking cartels.
It's not just the animals in the city.
They're killing our children.
Yeah, I know.
The DEA is not equipped to deal with this war.
They've been after this evil for a long time, not getting anywhere.
That's right. Like I said, it's a war.
You don't win wars with slogans.
Not one more of our children.
Whatever it takes, get it done.
You understand, sir, this is gonna require an...
unconventional approach.
I'm good with that.
Let me know if you need anything to get this going.
Okay.
Go be with your family. I'll take care of everything.
What's the plan?
We need to scorch the earth.
- Take me to the State Prison. - You got a snitch?
I got a devil.
Hey.
What's up, boy? All good?
- All good. - All good. All good, gentlemen.
Let's go.
Come on, hurry up.
Let's go, white boy.
Stop right there, white boy.
All good. Go ahead. Go on.
Let's go.
I feel like I know this gringo.
- No shit, from where? - From Baja.
I think he's the White Devil.
And I have two hands.
Man, seriously.
There is a price on his head.
One second.
Look, man, I just wanna sit here and read my book in peace.
I know who you are, man.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I'm pretty sure you don't.
Why's that?
Look, man.
I think you got me confused for somebody else, okay?
I know you're the fucking Diablo Blanco!
They had you all over the news in San Diego
after you fucked up all those homies.
Don't play stupid.
Cocksucker!
Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!
You're a dead man.
I know.
Get in. Hurry the fuck up! What are you looking at? Ass--
Whew!
It's Tracy.
Tracy.
Listen.
The employees understand now that they have new management.
Good. Any issues?
Well, you were right. The place was full of fentanyl.
But don't worry. We are clearing it out.
Okay, we are in control.
Well, I don't know about that, Tracy.
But, look, there's some clean coke that we can turn into cash.
Oh, Tracy, Tracy. Don't worry, Tracy.
I may have a surprise for you.
Did you find him?
No, no, no. But I have some new connections.
Don't give me that bullshit.
- See the way she looked at you? - Please.
- Don't get me started, Lopez. - Telling you, chief.
- That girl was looking at you hard. - Oh, man.
These women look at a man in uniform, no matter how ugly that man might be,
all they see is that sexy steady paycheck
and dental insurance for their wild-ass kids.
Speaking of which,
did your stepson get his braces yet?
Lighten up, man.
I'm sure Carole wasn't like that.
Oh, what the hell?
You'd think these idiots would know better than to put this shit on a cop car.
What the fuck?
Oh, fuck.
- You okay, chief? - Fenta--
Fuck!
Commander 1, officer needs help.
I need an R.A. at my location for an opioid overdose.
We have a possible fentanyl contamination.
Hang on, chief, stay with me.
I'm here.
All right.
There you go.
There you go. There you go.
Fuck no. Back to the cell.
We need to talk.
Let's skip the hug and get right to the point.
I want you to go undercover.
As you can see, I'm a little tied up for the next few years.
Besides, I'm out of the game. Been out for a while.
Well, you were, then you weren't.
Whether you wanna acknowledge it or not, you're back in the game.
How so?
You took out a whole cartel, Mr. Diablo Blanco.
That was personal. You know that.
Oh, I get why you did it.
Truth be told, I'd...
I don't think I'd keep myself from doing the same.
I'm sorry for your loss.
You brother Mike was a good guy.
Unlike us.
Like I said, I'm out, Abe.
Yeah. Well, I wish I could let it be, but I can't.
Sure you can.
Stand up, you take your friends here and you walk away.
Too late for that. You fucked up my op.
What op?
Fentanyl.
Since when does Defense give a shit about that?
Since they do.
That shit's killing over 70,000 Americans a year.
It's not a drug, it's a fucking weapon.
And Mexico is the pipeline for our enemies to get it into the streets,
and kill our children.
It's not my problem.
You made it your problem when you took out our inside man.
Carmelo Aguilera.
Yeah, well, best laid plans of mice and men.
Go with your plan B.
You fucked that up too. And plan C.
- Fuck. - Yeah. Fuck.
You created a power vacuum.
And someone you know intimately is stepping up to the task.
- Who? - You know who.
She still blames you for killing her boy.
- I didn't kill him. - Mm-hm. Tell that to her when you see her.
- Why don't you tell her for me instead? - I can't find her.
Well, from what I remember, she's not the shy type.
Silver lining.
All you have to do is wait for her to pop up.
Yeah, well, we don't have the time to wait.
Okay. This is time sensitive.
The ambassador lost his son two nights ago.
We gotta shut these assholes down.
So now that it's personal to some bureaucrat,
the gloves come off?
Give the ambassador my condolences.
Yeah, I'll give him more than that.
The war doesn't end when a few soldiers die.
The real fight is coming.
And we're gonna decide when and where.
And how do I factor in to your battle plans?
You know your old...
officer pal up in Banning?
He got hit with a fentanyl-laced flyer.
He okay?
Yeah, luckily he had another officer with him
who had NARCAN training.
Good.
Flyer wasn't for him.
It was for you.
THE GRINGO OR THE WIDOW
Hailey.
Savannah.
Your sister-in-law and niece are okay.
I moved them up to Oregon with their parents.
They're under protective custody.
Can't keep that forever.
What's the job?
She is.
I hate to bother you, Tracy, but we have some good news.
What's the bad news that comes with it?
The ambassador's son overdosed on fentanyl.
Fuck.
I told you that fentanyl shit was gonna be trouble.
These dumbfucks wouldn't listen.
What can I say?
Our operations are clear.
They'll put it on us anyway.
A bust is a bust.
It doesn't matter who put it out.
Now what could possibly be good enough news to offset that?
I found him.
What?
Where? Where is he?
He's in a prison outside of Puerto Vallarta.
No way. We have people in the prisons. They would have found him.
He was under a fake name, Tracy.
I want that piece of shit to curse the whore of a mother that birthed him.
My Tommy died in a filthy fucking prison because of him.
I wanna watch him suffer.
We need to get to him.
- That's gonna be a little tiny problem. - Why?
They're transferring him.
I don't give a shit if they're shoving him back up his mother's asshole.
Tracy, we're talking about a heavily armored convoy.
Some serious weapon and much more people.
I don't give a shit if they have tanks.
Consider it done.
I'll reach out to my friend and get the weapons.
And you give me the cash.
Whatever it costs, don't fuck this up.
Hey. I'm never wrong, Tracy.
- This one first. - Or this one better.
What's up?
Hey, bro!
- Hello. - What's up, brother?
- Andro. Good. How are you? - Good, and you? Oh, well.
- Hello. - What's up?
- I'll say hello in a bit. - No. Dude, it's coming out...
- No. Yes, please. - Let's see.
- Look how it came out. - Yes, I saw.
No, no, no.
- What are you saying? I was here first. - Yes, my leftovers.
- Bro, how are you? All good? - Very good.
My love.
Want a beer?
Angie, come in.
Sometimes I clean up.
Niña, Feli, how are you all? Hello.
Listen, we have a new mystery to solve.
- Let's see. - Let's see.
I need to know who the real father of this child is.
- Come on, dude. - Take a look.
- Because he's not yours. - Why?
He's too cute, look at him.
Take a look at me, we're identical.
The baby is not wearing a wig.
Let's see. Let me take a look at him. Come on, let's see.
Handsome, tall.
- That's why. Whose child is it? - No, he does look like you.
He does look like you. He's gonna suffer a shitload. Poor guy.
- Why is he going to suffer? - Just look at him.
He's gonna be very attractive.
No, he's identical to his mother.
- How did you fall for this? - Help me out. They're picking on me.
Of course he's going to look like him.
- No doubt. - You had it well hidden.
Anybody wants a beer? No?
Some water? Nothing? Yes?
Hon, tell him already.
I think it's time you told him. Ask him.
Right now, it's a good time. Okay?
- Okay. - It's going to be okay.
Andro, can I talk to you?
Yes, of course.
What's wrong?
I have something crucial to ask you.
The baby's not mine.
Talk to Clavo. You know how that dude is.
Look, you know I don't have any brothers.
Not by blood at least.
And I wanted to ask you--
What do you need?
Feliciana and I...
were wondering if you'd do us the honor of being Leonardo's godfather.
- If it's too much-- - The honor is mine.
Really?
Set a day and time and we throw him to the river.
Andro, if I were you, I'd be a little more careful, okay?
Because Feliciana hasn't touched this boy in a long while.
Are you jealous?
- A little. - Get in here.
Love, he said yes!
- Let's toast to that. - Tequila, tequila.
- Cheers, family. - Cheers.
Party's over.
We have work tomorrow.
Oh, well.
Attention!
Good morning. Continue.
Congratulations.
Do we know if it's a girl or a boy?
- Thank you, commander. It's a boy. - Very well.
That little one is going to be a future gringo hunter.
A prisoner transport?
This prisoner requires special security.
No shit, it's the White Devil.
Who's the White Devil?
The White Devil, from La Misión.
The one who busted up the Baja Cartel?
That one.
White Devil or Black Angel.
It doesn't matter. Get ready!
Are you sure he's the White Devil?
I'm sure. My uncle was in charge of the team that arrested him in Baja.
Andro. I need a second with you.
Sir, I need a bathroom break.
Go ahead.
Walk with me.
- Clavo, you're driving. - Yes, sir.
Hello.
STATE POLICE
Rolling with one.
You aren't the typical transport team.
You aren't the typical prisoner.
All clear.
Copy.
Sir, they're on the move.
Let the games begin.
My men's lives are at stake. This is not a game.
Everything is a game. You either play or get played.
Which, uh...
makes me wonder...
- are you trying to play me, commander? - What?
Are you behind the fentanyl contamination in the coke supply?
Simple question.
Seems to me it's a great idea for you get us
to come down here and clean up your problems.
We do the dirty work, you keep your hands clean.
Fucking fantastic idea.
Absolutely not.
All of our intelligence points to that gringa, Tracy, and her crew.
I had to ask.
I understand.
Have you tried these chilaquiles?
Fucking fantastic.
- Mm. - Hmm.
No signal around here.
Again.
Don't even think about it.
- You're not going anywhere without me. - Been a while since I've seen fresh air.
What?
He likes fresh air.
Enjoy it.
There's not much in the dungeon you're going to.
Why did you do it?
They got in the way.
Of what?
Someone from the cartel murdered a police officer
up in Banning, California.
I came down to bring him to justice.
You made yourself a gringo hunter.
That's a lot of killing for one arrest.
The policeman was my brother.
Oh, shit!
They're flanking us!
Samuel!
Angelica, let's go, now!
Angelica, that's a fucking order!
Cover me!
Covering!
Red!
Green! Cover me!
Cover!
Let's go.
- Three. - Are you sure?
The gringo and the police officers?
How many left, Kiko?
Three. The gringo and two cops.
They lost them in the jungle.
Make sure to block the entrances to the town
because these fuckers will probably want to ask for help.
Done.
- Come on, let's go. - Yes, sir.
Filero, Filerito.
We're going hunting, dude.
Let's go, boys!
Hey!
Sir, we just got word from the prison.
The convoy hasn't checked in.
- How late are they? - About 15 minutes.
I'll send units to check on them.
I don't know. I'm sure they're fine. Probably just rolling slow.
Besides, you don't know where to send the units.
We know their route.
- I changed it. - What?
Operational security.
I didn't want anybody to have the opportunity to sell the info.
- What if they're in trouble? - They'll be fine.
Probably on Highway 200.
Take the back roads through Boca de Tomatlán.
Hey! I need everyone to answer. Let's go, boys! Let's go!
I need communication with all the available units.
These gringos turned this into a shit show, again.
Don't move.
We're on the same side.
No, we're not.
They killed our whole team.
They did.
I didn't.
It was because of you.
Yeah. Because of me.
My radio is not working.
There's a village a few kilometers up river.
We're gonna hike there.
We'll find a phone and call for backup.
Give her your hands.
I can help you fight.
You're my prisoner.
We're all in the same boat.
We need to work together.
They're probably covering the roads and have a team tracking us.
Look, I was free. I could've hit the bush and been gone.
Andro, he is right.
Give me his weapon.
Whatever you're gonna do, do it quickly. We don't got a lot of time.
Fine.
But no guns. You take point.
Fine.
You'll probably want this.
Any more surprises?
Go.
That one will knock out the cellular and landlines.
Who's the owner of the store?
You're closed.
If you see a white guy and two cops let me know.
Here's some cash for them.
Be on alert.
Off with you, ladies, it's closed.
PILLY GROCERIES
Hit it.
How many more?
Let's go!
Gentlemen! I got news! Come closer!
Come, come!
The syndicate offers 100,000 pesos
to the one who tells me where the damn gringo is
with his two helpers dressed as cops.
Who wants to earn that money?
Let's go, come on!
If we don't move fast, we're going to get fucked.
There are tens of men looking for us.
Some have machetes, others have handguns, long guns.
They are focusing on the hunt around the river.
Small fishing village like this,
- probably only has one cell tower. - Be quiet.
Andro, he's right.
They have probably knocked out the antennas.
- Best bet is find a landline. - I said shut the fuck up!
Look. I'm sorry about your--
If we don't work together, we're all fucking dead.
Andro.
Let him talk.
All right.
So since you think you have all the answers...
how do we do that?
Just give them what they want.
You?
We're all just bait.
I'm the chum in the water.
If you want us to let you escape, I don't think so.
The people that are hunting us are after me, not you.
All you have to do is hand me over.
That's not an option.
You are our responsibility.
You don't have to get yourself killed because of me.
- Enough people have already died. - Yeah.
We know who you are. And who you were.
Then you know I'd never hurt a cop.
Andro, what do you think?
I think that those sons of whores killed our brothers.
If we try to negotiate with them, they'll kill us too.
And this gringo is more useful as a soldier than as a prisoner.
At least until we get out of this shit.
If we get out.
The only way out is to find their boss and end this.
Who is their boss? How do we find him?
Her.
It's a woman.
She's Mexican American.
And how the hell did she know you were being transferred?
Someone sold us out.
And if that's so, she probably has every hired gun in this state out for us.
Looks like fucking Benghazi out there.
The syndicate has roadblocks on Highway 200 in and out of Boca.
They're checking vehicles.
Well, that's good.
That means they haven't snatched him up yet.
Any word on my men?
Not yet, but we're going to send up a drone.
You won't see much in the jungle from up in the air.
I got assets on the ground too.
We'll locate our target and get your men out.
How can you be so sure? My men are the best,
but they were not ready to get involved in a war.
They got involved in the war when they took this job.
So did you.
I'm curious, how did you change the route if I didn't authorize it?
I made a call.
To who?
Hey, listen, commander.
You wanna say something, you say it, all right? Don't fuck around.
Are you insinuating that I would somehow put the lives
of these brave men in danger?
What I say is that it is very irregular.
I'll tell you what's irregular.
Are you or are you not the highest ranking member
of your agency in this area of operation?
Well, then how on God's holy earth
could a foreigner give orders to your people
to change the route of a prisoner transport?
You're either in control of your troops or you're not. Which is it?
I am.
Good.
I'm glad you understand. Conversation is over.
Sir.
When we get to Tracy, everybody, keep your trap shut.
I'll do the talking, okay?
She's going to be pissed off, boss.
And more so because we're not bringing the gringo to her,
who, by the way, I want caught alive.
Turn the rest into paste, if you like.
But I want that bastard alive, you hear me?
All right, sir.
Get ready, dude.
Where the fuck is he?
We got him surrounded, Tracy.
I'll bring him to you tonight on a silver platter
and an apple in his mouth, if you want.
Don't kill him. I want to see it.
They, uh, knocked out the cell towers and cut the landlines to the area.
NORCOM confirms the target. Facial recognition is a match.
All right.
The drone tracked her to this location.
Commander, I need you to call your troops.
Tell them to stage 10 kilometers outside the town of Boca de Tomatlán,
north and south on Highway 200.
They stay there until we get there.
Activate the ground assets in that sector.
You, check the high ground.
I'm gonna look for a crossing.
Don't move.
Throw it!
Easy!
- Hurry! - All right, easy.
Fucking son of a bitch!
- It went through the leg. - Hey, cover us.
- How is she? - It went through the leg.
The bandage, the bandage.
The bandage. Can you move?
There's probably more. We need to move.
- Can you move? - Yes, yes, yes.
Let's go.
This way. This way.
We're about to hit town.
Shit. We're losing daylight. We gotta take shelter for the night.
What about this cabin?
I like it.
How you doing on me, soldier?
I'm good. Keep going.
Oh, fuck.
What's this all about?
The ambush, the American spies changing our route?
You know about that?
It's an open secret.
It's about fentanyl.
Some ambassador's son got a batch of coke loaded with the shit.
Apparently, the crew that's trying to kill me is spiking dope.
These people are either stupid or greedy.
You can't make any money if all the people taking your product are dead.
Yeah.
Who knows why people do what they do?
Maybe she just wants Americans to feel the way she does.
Feel the pain of losing their children.
Sometimes criminals just do stupid shit.
That's funny.
Americans think that all Mexicans are criminals,
but you have more people in prison than any other country.
- I didn't put them there. - No, you put them in the ground.
All right.
You put that on me if it makes you feel better.
I just followed orders, went where I was told.
Your English. You spent some time in the States?
Yeah, I grew up over there. But I was born in Mexico.
After a while, I figured the only way
to make my country better was to come back.
Thank you.
For not abandoning her.
Never leave a man behind.
You could have.
She's not your teammate.
You, your team. You could've handed me over.
But you didn't.
No, we're cops. We took an oath.
Your brother, would he have turned someone over to their certain death?
Not a chance.
He knew the oath. Same as we do.
You're a soldier, right?
Yeah, I was.
Then you knew the oath once too.
Yeah, I did.
Why didn't you become a policeman like your older brother?
He was younger.
- He wanted to be in the military, like me. - Soldier too?
No. I talked him out of it.
I thought being a cop would be safer.
Which one is it?
- There they are! There they are! - Have a good day.
Shit.
Contact.
Angelica!
I'll cover our six.
Don't die just yet, fucker.
Gentlemen, the way I see it, you have no way out.
Surrender the gringo and I give you back this piece of shit.
I have it here.
If you shoot, they'll kill him for real.
Sergeant Alejandro Escobedo!
I give you my word that if you give me the gringo, I won't kill you.
Focus! They're going to kill us!
Did I sound convincing, Samuel?
- Are you giving him over to me or not? - Don't do it! Fuck these assholes!
You want me?
Let him go!
Okay. What a savior.
Welcome to the party, fucker.
Get him!
I'm giving up! Let him go!
Just like that?
Police officers piss me off.
- Samuel! - No!
Cease fire!
Oh, okay.
Assholes.
Hey! Stop the fucking shooting, dumbass!
Cuervo, fucking damn it, hold your fire!
Do you get it, Cuervito, that to torture him, he has to be alive?
Yes, sir.
So why the fuck are you trying to shoot him down, dumbass?
I want him alive, do you hear me?
Alive!
You two, come here.
Go to the cabin and turn those police officers into paste.
Filero, to the alley, dude.
Yes, sir.
- Gato. - What?
- You're on point now, dude. - Fuck yeah.
Move!
Let's go.
I'll cover you.
I'll see how to get out.
At him.
Holy shit!
Close call, bro.
Cuervo!
This fucker.
He killed this one, and he even killed fucking Gato.
This white boy is dead.
Chato, where are the others?
Filero, to the river, now.
Gato?
Gatito?
This one is already fucked.
Kiko?
No, no, no, dude. This fucker is killing everybody.
Don't even try. We're on our way.
You go with me.
And you, dude, go see who's still alive.
What about the wounded?
Leave them behind. Let's go.
Hurry up, dude!
Fucking damn it.
There's no way, dude!
We're 20 fucking guys and we can't catch a fucker!
That's why I wanted to kill him! But no, damn Tracy,
"I want him alive!"
What the fuck is with that?
Son of a bitch!
White Devil?
Come out to play!
I'm not in a playful mood.
Really? Too bad, man.
Why don't you take your toys, go home?
Listen, it's almost dinnertime.
Let's just get this over before my food gets cold.
All right, step out. Let's dance.
What?
This is not an American movie, my friend. What's wrong with you people?
You always think the white guy is the good guy?
Well, I'm not an assassin working for dope dealers.
So I got that going for me.
No, you're the White Devil, dude.
Didn't your mommy teach you not to fuck with the devil?
You know...
I always enjoy a good smoke after a fuck.
Sometimes before too.
Do you want a cigarette before I give it to you?
What a bitch. You smoke menthols?
You know, man, in a different situation, I think we could have been friends.
Yeah, I don't think your boss would like that.
Maybe, but who cares? And I think she's ready to retire.
- You thinking of moving up? - No, no, no.
I'm not the executive type. Besides, I love my job.
Yeah, I can see that.
Can't you see that you have been played?
Come on, man. Think about it.
We find you at the same time
that somebody starts spiking the coca with Fenta.
I think somebody is playing us both.
Yeah, how so?
Come here and I will tell you.
Why don't you come here? I promise not to shoot.
I think...
I think you're out of bullets.
Fucking try me. I think you're out of men.
Shit, this dude is right.
Devil?
Little Devil?
Kiko, clear the alley, I'm on my way.
Fucking hurry, dude.
Let's go, Nando!
Where were you assholes?
You mean we are the only three left?
What are you aiming for?
This is over, let's hit the fucking road.
Let's go, Cuervo.
I like this fucking gringo.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Hey!
You good?
Yeah, we're fan-fucking-tastic.
- How many rounds you got left? - We're low.
All right, we've got about two minutes to scavenge body armor and ammo.
We gotta move.
Are you Jake?
What the fuck?
- Jake? - Hey! Hey!
Yeah, that's me.
Ah, slowly, slowly!
Contact?
I'll cover.
Open it!
Phone. Phone in the backpack.
Dial number one.
How's the vacation on the beach?
You set me up?
Come on, Jake.
That's no way to say hello to the best friend you've got right now.
Of course I did.
What's the ask?
Straight to business.
You never disappoint, Jake.
The ferryman, the geezer with the boat,
will help you get your wounded out.
He'll tell you what's next.
He's also got a bag of goodies for you.
Should help keep the noise down for the neighbors.
I'm me, Jake. I got eyes everywhere.
Oh, yeah, before you go, I just wanted to tell you something.
You're still my favorite.
Yeah, well, fuck you too.
All right, boys, settle in.
All we do now is wait out the night.
You two dial for backup. I got something I need to do.
You're not gonna get rid of me.
You all know why you're here.
The she-devil is in a hacienda three kilometers away from here.
I'll take you there!
You'll drop me off at the target?
- Yes. - And get these two out of here?
Yeah. Let's go.
Angelica, take the phone.
Call our people.
After that, hide until they arrive.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to avenge my brothers.
They are my brothers too.
It's an order.
Let's go.
LITTLE CHICKEN
I need you to go back.
I'm going in.
You don't understand.
This road we're on, I've been down it.
I already threw my life away.
You don't need to end up in a cellblock next to me or in the ground.
They killed my best friend.
He asked me to be his son's godfather.
Would you walk away?
- This is a graveyard. - I fucking knew it.
Come on in, boys. Come on.
That motherfucker killed my Tommy!
Will you shut this bitch up?
Listen.
What the fuck?
I told you how many times to keep that shit in the street.
And you wouldn't do it.
Now, was that because of greed or was that just a "fuck you" to me?
Fuck you!
Oh, Lordy.
Yeah. What took you guys so long?
I can't believe you let me beat you to the prize.
I said put your weapons down, all right?
Diaz.
Andro, that's an order.
Come on, Jake. Don't look so surprised.
Yeah, I'm a bit confused. Why'd you kill her?
Uh...
Because she wouldn't shut the fuck up.
I mean, the venom that was spewing from her mouth,
it was just foul, okay?
She kind of reminded me of my mother.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry to break up your family reunion,
but why'd you need us?
You were a great distraction for our flanking maneuver.
So you used us?
Everybody uses everybody. Calm down.
So, what?
You inheriting this dope racket?
Well, I gotta make a few moves first, but then I'll shut it down.
By what? Selling dope?
See, this bitch here was trying to keep fentanyl
out of the dope stream.
- I thought that's what you wanted. - Fuck no.
It's the best thing since sliced bread.
Soon as people started popping off from using fentanyl-laced cocaine,
cocaine use dropped in America by...
What was it?
- Sixty-two percent, sir. - Sixty-two percent.
That's fucking outstanding.
Then these dirt bags, they kill each other over whatever market share is left.
What about legitimate addicts?
They die.
One way or another, they stop buying dope.
And that's how we win the war.
What will your supervisors think about that?
They'll say I made America great again.
Clavo.
Pato.
Samuel, son of a bitch.
They'll be heroes to the people,
and we'll take good care of their families.
Andro, we need one good man to survive this.
We all good?
- What if we're not good? - We're good.
I'd take his advice.
There's only one way this ends, and that's my way.
Let's get the fuck out of here before the flies set in.
I promise you, we'll finish this.
- Who is it? - It's me, dumbass.
Hey, Kiko.
Where's your boss?
Fucking your mother, asshole.
Okay.
You good?
I'm okay.
Oh, come on, now, Jake.
You know me. I'd never hurt a lady.
You should ask Tracy that.
I said "lady." Was that the intel?
Oh, that's how it's gonna be, huh?
That's my boy.
Give me that.
Here's the locations of our recently acquired labs.
All right, I'll take care of these.
You know, it's been so damn good catching up with you, Abe.
- Really? - I missed you.
Appreciate that.
I missed you too, sweetie. We'll have to do it again.
What's the line on Nando?
Colombia.
I'll take care of transportation.
Nice work taking out my overwatch.
Very impressive.
Gotta stay a step ahead.
Next time, try four.
You want to go say hello?
Let them know you're all right?
Better if I don't.
So you pick a new name?
I like Gustavo.
Gustavo?
Yeah, yeah. I can pull off a Gus.
Gus, yeah. Gustavo?
Why don't you pick "Cuauhtemoc," dude?
You know I got your back out there.
Thought your brother might want you to have one of these.
Saint Michael?
Just in case.
You know, all this corruption, all this killing is...
You and I, we're in a position now, maybe we can change it.
But it's probably gonna get messy.
I can do messy.