Narcos

Come. It's gonna be fine.

Nothing is going to happen to you.

Please...

Please...

No.

Take that with you.

- Careful. - Yes, sir.

Were you shot?

No.

Get him out.

- You're scaring him. - Out!

What happened last night...

someone pays.

We took care of Calderón,

but those fucking gringos still knock on my door!

Where the fuck were the guards?

Where the fuck were our men?

How the fuck did they know where you were, Dad? How the fuck...?

We have a rat.

An informant.

They found my ledger.

Hey, what about Enrique?

He was manning the checkpoint when the cops came in.

- -

Let's get inside. Going once, going twice...

- Girls, please. -

No. You can't go out that way. Please, no, sweetie.

- Honey, let's go inside. Inside. -

- Hello? - Salcedo.

No one's seen you since the raid. Where the fuck are you?

David.

I'm having some trouble with my wife lately...

but I'm monitoring my radio.

- Have you talked to Enrique? - Why?

We've been trying to reach him. My father wants to talk to him.

Your dad wants to talk to Enrique?

Do you have any problem with that?

I'll find him.

Good. Bring him in.

And Salcedo, you come, too.

I stand by the operation, Minister, as does General Serrano.

Who was in Bogotá at the time of the raid,

while you and your men were there for five hours,

drilling holes, breaking furniture.

We were one minute away from getting Miguel Rodríguez.

But you did not.

I need you to hand over all intel, including informants,

over to a special prosecutor.

And I'm afraid the DEA can no longer be part of this operation.

- You're taking us off? - Yes, I am.

Minister, we recovered something from the house.

It's a ledger.

Cartel accounts, transactions, going back years.

- What is this? I don't see names. - It's coded.

It's bribes, money laundering... cocaine sales.

- Cali's whole operation. - That's right.

- And do you have someone who can read it? - There are two possibilities.

There's the cartel accountant, Guillermo Pallomari.

Yeah, but he's underground. Maybe worse.

And there's the money launderer we extradited from Curaçao,

Franklin Jurado.

Jurado's the most important witness to this case and he's in U.S. custody.

We're not handing him over to a special prosecutor.

So you're welcome to keep the ledger, Minister...

but we have the only guy who can read it.

Then, Agent Peña, I suppose you have to see this out.

- -

- Ambassador. - Minister.

You make my job a lot fucking harder, you know that?

Now you told me the only way Jurado talks is if you find his wife.

Do you have any idea where she is?

I know someone who might.

After the fall of Escobar,

Medellín went from being the most dangerous city in Colombia...

to one of its safest.

This wasn't a result of the end of cocaine trafficking.

That was alive and well.

It was due to the new godfather of Medellín.

His name is Diego Murillo, but you know him as Don Berna.

Did you find her?

Sure you don't want something?

- The picada here is the shit. - You have what I asked for or not?

Pretty girl.

Long way from home.

Gotta be fucking kidding me.

I'm imagining the headline...

"American woman held hostage in Colombian jungle." Fuck.

- Thanks for the info. - Wait.

I'm going to help you rescue the Barbie doll.

To do this job, we need to work with some old friends of ours.

They can help us.

They know the terrain like the back of their hand. How to get in and out.

What's it going to cost?

Cheap.

You just have to make me a promise, Peña.

When my name pops up on the DEA to-do list...

you pick up the phone and call me.

So I can be cautious and protect myself.

I see now.

A get-out-of-jail-free card.

Exactly.

To us, Peña.

Enrique!

Boss.

Open the door. Quick.

- Boss... - What are you doing? Get in.

- What happened? - David has been calling.

What for? He never called before.

- I wanted to talk to you first. - Last night was a big fuck up.

You're in danger. Pack a few things and let's go.

Jorge, I swear. I radioed in.

It doesn't matter, Enrique. The DEA passed right in front of you.

I should just run, bro.

Like Córdova?

What? It doesn't matter!

Stay, run. It's the same fucking thing!

No matter what I do, I'm a fucking dead man.

Nobody is going to die, you hear me?

Nobody is going to die.

But right now, let's just get you to tomorrow, Enrique.

Keep paging him until he hits us back.

Nothing else we can do.

Fuck.

We should've arrested him.

You know, brought him in for assault or something to save him.

Fuck. I hope we didn't hang him out to dry.

I thought you didn't like him.

Yeah, doesn't mean I want him dead.

Why the fuck do I have to hide here? I didn't do anything.

I know you didn't do anything.

This is David being an idiot.

But... trust me. Have some patience. I'll handle it.

Jorge...

last week, when you told me to not say anything...

- about the DEA and their safe house... - Hey.

That has nothing to do with anything. Why are you bringing this up?

Stay focused.

Sit down.

Sit down.

It's very important you do what I say.

Don't leave this room.

And don't call anyone.

Not your mother, your brother or your girlfriend. No one. Understood?

Hey, look at me.

We'll get you through this.

I promise.

Thank you, Jorge.

Seriously.

- Jorge. - Fercho, how's it going?

Don Miguel.

Where the fuck is Enrique, Jorge?

I left him messages at his house, at the tap room,

but trust me, I'll find him.

Regardless of where he is, you know him as well as me.

He's a man we can trust.

The thing is, Jorge, I don't know Enrique.

Because I didn't hire him, you did.

No, Córdova hired him. But that doesn't matter.

I don't like to make judgments before I know all the facts,

and we don't know them, David.

I find that funny, you know?

Because lately, you're missing too many facts.

More specifically, about the fucking DEA, Jorge.

Huh?

When the DEA burst into the building, I was six feet away from your dad.

Don Miguel, I've been investigating and it looks like Enrique did radio in.

I think the DEA is using a signal to interfere with our radios.

Dad...

Dad, please.

It could be.

It could be.

But you know what, Jorge?

That doesn't explain how the DEA knew where I was. Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Someone sang and I want to know who the fuck it was.

Find Enrique. Let's have him speak for himself.

We fucking fix this once and for all.

- Hi, fellas. - Sir.

Welcome.

Hello.

War makes for strange alliances,

putting you into business with people that,

under other circumstances, you wouldn't even shake hands with.

Great machine.

You people know how to build a fucking assault chopper.

The same is true of your enemies.