Narcos

Please...

Please...

- 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...

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

Honey, let's go inside. Inside.

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

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.

Did you find her?

Sure you don't want something?

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

That blonde girl...

is a long way from home.

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.

To us, Peña.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Hello.

Great machine.

You people know how to build a fucking assault chopper.

Nice look, Berna.

You're coming on the raid?

Thanks, but no.

I'm coming to make sure all goes well with our friends.

Look at me.

Do you think an important man like me...

is going to risk his life for some gringo piece of ass?

You don't know how to take a joke.

I'll go in.

Sure.

But they go with you.

What about you, brother? Are you trying to fuck us all or what?

Calm down, Gilberto.

Franklin Jurado's in U.S. custody.

You don't want to surrender, and you let them get the goddamn ledger!

Since you were a kid, I had to tell you what to do and what not to...

Know what, Gilberto?

Since you were a kid, you had a big mouth. Why don't you just shut up?

He's fucking lost his mind.

All these acts of violence in the North Valley

are straining our friends' patience.

Any surrender deal's hanging by a thread.

Uncle Miguel has to see that.

I told him, no violence.

Is this all my fault?

Haven't I always done what was best for him?

I need to reach out to Chepe. Or Pacho.

But how the fuck...?

There's no one else I can trust with this.

Let's see...

Dad.

I need you to get involved in the Jurado situation.

Hello.

Any news?

He has a girlfriend on the other side of town.

Look, David, if Enrique was a rat, he wouldn't be around anymore.

Thanks.

I think I'll wait here.

You know he's a mama's boy. That fucker will be back.

So now what?

Now you go to Toro Negro. Navegante's waiting for you.

He'll give you an assignment from my father.

Why didn't he call me?

I'm going to explain something to you.

Until this is figured out, you only talk to me. Understood?

Yes, sir.

Better get moving. Navegante hates to wait.

Coming up to coordinates Kirk 5-7, maneuver incoming.

Gentlemen. So good to see you again.

Third generation night vision goggles.

The same ones the Americans used in Operation Desert Shield.

Peña, can we keep them afterwards as a contribution to the cause?

This one has AFCS.

And the 701 engine.

- Not like last time. - Last time?

The CIA.

They had us out here hunting commies on Christmas day.

- That's real dedication. - It is God's work.

Merry Christmas.

My dad trusts him, but... did you see him?

That son of a bitch looks nervous, right?

Never stopped adjusting the mirror, staring.

I kind of love how much this motherfucker hates me.

Our man in Bogotá confirmed there must be an informant.

Salcedo has to be the one the gringos are calling "Natalia."

I'm going to love killing that motherfucker.

You know who else I am going to kill? His arrogant wife.

I'm going to leave those poor girls orphans.

Poor things.

You can adopt them.

You son of a bitch...

Answer.

This is Paola, leave a message.

Hello, love, it's me.

Paola, listen, I need you to call me back.

It's very important.

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