03x03 - Follow the Money

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Amado Carrillo Fuentes!

The Lord of the Skies!

How f*cking elegant, m*therf*cker.

- Don't tease. - God damn, fucker.

- Your little brother? - Yes. Alvaro.

Come here, son.

- You also get a hug. - Sir.

How are you doing?

320 million kinds of okay.

Doesn't it smell like the f*cking U.S. Treasury in here?

- This half is yours. - Yes?

Don't forget it.

All right. We came at a good time, then.

A Tuesday like any other, Pacho. You know how it is.

m*therf*cker.

- Let's go to the house. - Let's go.

All right. Son, do you like margaritas?

Of course I do.

Great, because I have a Margarita for you.

She'll suck you dry.

Welcome to Mexico, m*therf*cker.

Let's go.

Take the money and destroy the plane.

First off, Senator Martin and I would like to thank you

for having us down, Ambassador.

But, you gotta know what's going on in Washington.

Folks are wondering if we're gonna win this thing.

And as senior members of the Appropriations Committee,

those questions are directed at us.

Now, everyone's proud of the work you guys did to bring down Escobar.

And it's particularly an honor to meet you, Agent Peña.

But cocaine continues to flow north, and the American people wonder

if the Colombians share our enthusiasm to take this thr*at head-on.

Our colleague, Senator Helms, put forward some tough language on them.

But we wanted to come down here and get the real from you all.

See firsthand what's at stake.

See how and... if we can give you all the support you need.

Let's extend the senators every courtesy while they're here.

Their mission is a priority.

They ask... you answer.

Thank you.

Money makes the world go 'round.

Legal or illegal, good guys and bad guys, we all chase money.

For the DEA, it's about budget meetings and kissing the right ass

to keep the funding flowing.

But if you're a trafficker, getting the money is easy.

It's holding onto it that's hard.

In the early days, cash was flown back to Colombia

on the same planes that carried coke into the States.

Then it was converted into pesos, or, if you were Pablo Escobar,

stuck in a hole somewhere.

One trafficker d*ed with so much cash buried on his property, when it rained,

the river downstream became clogged with bills that had washed free.

The biggest problem with illegal money is the trail that it leaves.

Once upon a time, American banks would take your money, no questions asked.

That changed when President Nixon signed the Bank Secrecy Act,

requiring all U.S. banks to report transactions

involving more than $10,000 in cash.

And from that law, money laundering was born.

The first stage of money laundering is called placement,

and Cali had it down to an art.

Bringing workers from the comunas to the U.S.,

where their job was to buy money orders,

each just under ten grand, so they wouldn't be reported.

No I.D. was required.

And the orders could even remain blank until they were deposited or cashed.

Once they bought a bunch of money orders,

they packed them up and sent them south

to a land of sunshine and lax oversight.

Panama.

Since they didn't regulate wire transfers, Panama was the perfect place

for the second stage of money laundering: Layering.

And here's where the master goes to work.

The behind the scenes MVP of any drug cartel is the money launderer,

the guy that takes the dirty money and scrubs it clean. Here's how:

The money orders were deposited into local bank accounts,

and then bounced through shell companies and limited partnerships,

creating an untraceable web of phony purchase orders and transaction reports,

wiping clean the money's criminal origins.

But no matter how well you hide it, money always leaves a trail.

And the best way to hurt the Cali cartel was to find it.

Cali. Muy hermosa, right?

f*ck you, Chris.

The man asked me if I had a partner, and your desk is across from mine.

You really f*cked me, man.

You gonna ride a desk all the way to Special Operations Unit?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.

Agents Feistl, Van Ness...?

- Feistl. - Welcome to Cali.

- Gracias. - Captain Calderón.

We're happy to be here.

And what brings you to Cali?

We've got some addresses we want to investigate.

Cartel-related?

Not necessarily.

What a surprise. DEA agents that don't trust us.

How did that work out for the last two guys?

Friend, in Cali, there are more corrupt cops than there are churches.

You don't trust me? I understand.

But if you want to get anything done in Cali, you need the police's help.

If not me, someone else.

Not my rule.

- I understand. - Good.

The addresses are linked to cartel financial operations.

We want to put eyes on them. See if any of the dots start connecting...

You've come a long way to connect dots.

We work with what we've got.

Unless you can tell me where I can find Gilberto and Miguel Rodríguez.

If they didn't own half of the city, I couldn't even be sure they exist.

The Rodríguez brothers are ghosts.

It was true.

While the terms of surrender were being finalized,

the brothers had gone underground to avoid capture.

They abandoned their swank estates, secretly moving to new homes,

where they could continue running their empire

without setting foot in one of their legitimate businesses.

And all this while Chepe continued to expand their New York operation.

But sometimes, even the best get unlucky.

A computer glitch in Monaco led authorities to notice

that one limited partnership had multiple accounts at the same bank.

When they looked closer,

they found it had ties to hundreds of bullshit accounts across Europe.

And they all led back to one bank...

right here in Bogotá.

Lucky for us, the president had given the DEA our best w*apon yet:

The Clinton list.

If we suspected a company of working with traffickers,

their name went on the list.

And then they were banned from doing business with U.S. companies

and U.S. companies were banned from doing business with them.

You get f*cked both ways.

And you want to know what the best part is?

We don't even have to prove it.

We just... put you on the list.

And the OFAC takes care of the rest.

How can I help you, Agent Peña?

Armed with the thr*at of the Clinton list,

we could get pretty much any information we wanted,

and that's how we were able to give.

Cali's number one money launderer a name:

Franklin Jurado.

Because it was illegal for Colombian citizens

to have U.S. currency in their possession,

a money launderer became more than just a connection

to the financial institutions that washed their cash.

For all intents and purposes, he is their money.

Jurado was the perfect bridge between the narcos

and the world of high finance.

He spoke five languages and traveled on multiple passports.

He married an American girl he met while at business school in the States,

took her down south, and got her in on his action.

That American passport was solid gold in any Caribbean bank.

Jurado was smooth. But now, we knew his name.

These are cash transfers.

The accounts are controlled by a man named Franklin Jurado.

- You know him? - Of him.

He served as director at Interamericas.

- The Rodríguez brothers' bank. - Mm-hmm.

They later gave him a more important job.

Do you have an address for Jurado?

I can get it for you.

So what happened since the last time I saw you?

Are you going to take these men on, or what?

- I'm going to do my job. - And your bosses?

Do they know what you're doing?

No comment.

I was thinking...

maybe I could come with you.

Oh, come on, this could be our last chance to travel like we used to.

- Remember that place in Milan? - With the leaking roof?

On your birthday. And that terrible risotto.

That balcony.

The brothers are pushing now, baby. They are opening more accounts.

- It's dangerous. - I don't care.

How high are you right now?

Hey, f*ck you!

Give me your passport.

I can't stay in this apartment anymore, Franklin.

I can't watch another movie with subtitles by myself.

I don't want to listen to the cartel wives talk about their husbands...

- With an English degree from Harvard... - Please don't tell me I can teach.

Then what did you want me to say?

f*ck.

We'll do this another time.

The dining room is over here.

You have a room over here.

You have another one over here.

And here, you have the living room.

The dimmer is over here.

And you can adjust the light.

Well... you get the idea.

- No. I don't understand. - What don't you understand?

Does this seem normal to you?

You indicated to Mr. Rodríguez

you were uncertain about returning to the North Valley.

And that's why he bought me a palace. With dimmers.

Please tell Don Miguel thank you,

but I need to think about his generous offer.

We have that dinner tonight.

With your friends?

With the investors.

They're not going to like the six-month delay.

And I think it's best if we don't mention the Rodríguez brothers by name.

I know you're embarrassed by what I do.

I know you did it for your family.

But if these people like everything they hear tonight,

you'll have your own security firm the second these six months are up.

- Ready! - Good!

A choir!

All right, say bye to Dad. We're leaving.

- Bye. - Bye.

All right. Let's go, or we'll be late.

Will you make it on time?

If you're wearing the dress with the flowers, yes.

Let's go, girls.

Today is a busy day for us, boys.

Bosses have meetings all day at the National Hotel.

I need you to pre-sweep each and every location on this schedule.

And I don't want a bunch of cars parked like bullshit, blocking escape routes.

He's looking at you, Montez.

Of course I'm talking to you, you idiot.

Don Miguel's team on channel six. Don Gilberto's, channel eight.

Jorge says that the DEA is visiting Cali.

Two agents from Bogotá. They're new.

They're working with the National Police.

But they don't have warrants. They're tourists.

They need permission to wipe their own asses.

Regardless, while they're in Cali, we'll be watching them.

- That's your job, Enrique, my brother. - Yes, sir.

That's all, gentlemen.

Communicate. Stay safe. Get to work.

I have to duck out early. It's a work thing for Paola.

Of course.

Do you want to practice your English?

Starkman, the American lawyer, arrives today.

Can you pick him up from the airport?

Aren't you worried about the tourists?

The second team's never as good as the first.

Got a look at the directory.

That company moved out three months ago.

If they were ever there at all.

Quiet part of the city here.

Cartel keep Cali buttoned down?

Nobody talks.

All the multinationals used to have offices here in Cali.

"Used to"?

Pulled out because of the city's ties to the narcotics trade.

The Rodríguez brothers are the only game in town now.

f*cking drug dealers pretending to be stockbrokers.

m*therf*ckers ruined this city.

Where are we headed next?

Please.

This way, Mr. Starkman.

How the hell are you supposed to fly international if you can't smoke?

I guess you can always quit.

And let United Airlines tell me how to live?

Remind me again... Kansas City?

- Leavenworth. - What the f*ck for?

My father was in the army. There's a base there.

They sent him to train. I was like... seven years old.

What? It's America.

That's for sure.

So am I meeting the brothers at the hotel?

Yes.

Serious stones on these guys.

Retiring, like they run Lehman Brothers.

It's a good break for you, though.

You'll get immunity when the surrender goes through.

I don't sell cocaine.

I don't sh**t anyone.

You're a member of the Cali cartel.

You ever hear of conspiracy, amigo?

Relax. I got this. Look, they're lucky to have us both, Jorge.

You can't put a price on freedom.

Though Lord knows I try.

I assume you would prefer U.S. currency?

Of course.

Currency aside,

we aren't in the habit of paying for things in advance.

What guarantee do we have that you will provide what you promise?

Forgive my brother.

We are grateful for the support you and your people have offered.

This afternoon, our associate, Mr. Pallomari,

will prepare the contribution and arrange delivery.

Very well.

The contribution should be divided among seven men.

Their names are on the list.

All right, very well. Going forward,

I think it's best if Mr. Pallomari deals with my colleague, Mr. Giraldo.

As you wish.

Have a great day, gentlemen.

Well, our surrender has been bought. Now it must be paid for.

And they say we're the criminals.

Sons of b*tches.

Small price to pay, brother, for the rest of your life.

Gentlemen, I will prepare these payments myself,

as soon as I'm back in the office.

And I'll make sure that all of this is in order.

Mr. Starkman is next, the lawyer.

If you ever make it to Miami and you need a lawyer...

hit me up.

I wasn't planning on it, but thank you, Mr. Starkman.

Yeah, nobody ever plans on it.

Mr. Starkman.

- Welcome to Cali. - Yeah.

The Rodríguez brothers are pleased to welcome you.

No offense, but remind me again what you do?

I'm the chief accountant to the Rodríguez brothers.

What happened to the other guy? The good-looking one? Pacho?

Mr. Herrera?

Yeah, I bet he's the guy who's got all the p*ssy in town on speed dial.

Yeah. Please, sir.

- Feistl. - How's it going?

Well, slow so far, but Calderón seems like good police.

Yeah. Good.

That journalist come through?

I'm on the money man right now.

- See where he takes me. - Gracias.

Eyes open, Feistl.

- Everything by the book. - Will do.

- Keep me posted. - Baby, wait.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

The Arellano Felix brothers

are still wasting time with heroin.

Hey! What? You're not going to say hello?

- Hello. - Are you in a bad mood or what?

Amado... this is the life.

You guys helped me.

I moved the last 100 tons in less than 50 days.

You tell me if we're a great team or not.

That's why we're here.

Can you handle a bigger package?

I'm the Lord of the Skies, brother. What do you think?

Amado Carrillo Fuentes.

Leader of the Juárez cartel.

He was one of the most enterprising traffickers in Mexico

and one of the first to get into business with

his Colombian friends to the south.

While Escobar saw the Mexican traffickers as a thr*at,

Cali saw them as a partner.

A partner that shared over 1,900 miles of virtually undefended border.

The United States.

And right about the time the Caribbean corridor closed

along came NAFTA, when the U.S.-Mexico border was open for business.

And Amado took full advantage,

agreeing to ferry Cali cocaine into the States.

They called it "the Mexican trampoline,"

bouncing cocaine into America, and bouncing cash right back.

I can move however much you give me.

How much?

And for how much longer, Pacho?

Because I know about your deal.

I know you want to turn yourselves in.

There is a deal on the table, Amado.

But we have six months to turn ourselves in. That's the truth.

Until then, we will honor our commitment to you.

Right, and after?

What happens after that?

The business will adjust.

This I know. It will always adjust. This will never end.

There will be other partners and more dr*gs. But what about you?

What will happen to you?

You can't tell me you're going to retire,

as if this was any normal business.

You know this is a way of life.

It retires you when it's done with you.

Or are you going to start playing golf like an old man?

We need to count on you maintaining the same terms on this last shipment.

Done.

It'll be my gift to the Gentlemen of Cali.

All right? But... you have to come with me to Juárez.

- I want to show you something. - What is it?

The future, Pacho.

The f*cking future, that's all.

- Here's your passport. - Thank you.

All right, and you board through Gate 15.

Okay.

- Have a great trip. - Thank you.

Have a great day.

Next.

I'm going to Panama.

I need you to radio ahead to the DEA office.

I'm afraid not. This plane can't take off. New orders.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry, sir. I'm not looking for that kind of trouble.

Oh, sh*t.

What the f*ck is going on?

Orders are orders. You heard the ambassador.

Our friends from the Senate here want the down-low from a real-life hero.

Guess that's you.

You got somewhere better to be?

You wore the wrong shoes.

f*ck.

Is that the Río n*gro?

What do we got here?

The captain likes this one.

You won't find their name on the lease,

but the Rodríguez brothers own the top six floors.

Oh, f*ck. For real?

I told you, there are some honest cops in Cali.

Let me reach out to men I trust.

Quietly. Keep an eye on this place. You go back to Bogotá and...

get a warrant.

Come on, guys, the place isn't moving anywhere.

Get that paper and we'll turn this place upside down.

Why wait?

Judge in Bogotá signed a warrant for us before we left.

Which you never told me about.

This is the kind of bullshit I don't like.

Are you playing me or what?

Hey, man, it's like you said. It's hard to know who to trust.

I wasn't even sure we were gonna need it.

There's no address on this warrant.

You said this place is connected, so let's put in some work.

Do you know the kind of sh*t I could land in?

Huh?

I don't have a DEA pension waiting for me.

Pensions aren't that great, to be honest.

f*ck.

Let's do it.

I need a tactical team sent to 15th Street and 4th Avenue, copy?

Copy that. Requesting a tactical team

at 15th Street and 4th Avenue.

You do realize, don't you,

after we surrender, all of this sh*t will end.

No more sitting by the pool, smoking your cigar,

telling everyone what to do.

Look, Miguel, I'm tired of telling people what to do.

And no one has ever listened to you.

What's the difference?

But you know what?

Never, in human history, have two brothers accomplished what we have.

We aren't the first people in history to build an empire, Gilberto.

But we're the first to retire leaving the empire intact.

If Mom were alive, she'd be proud.

Brothers are well, nephews are well, sons are well.

Boss, we just heard a call

that a tactical team left Jamundí station heading to 4th Avenue.

Enrique, where are you?

Watching our visitors from the DEA.

They've been checking addresses all over town.

But right now, they're stopped, just doing nothing.

Yes, but where are you?

At 15th Street and... 4th. On 4th Avenue.

Enrique, f*ck! There's a police convoy coming at you!

Get Pallomari out of there now!

Answer, you bastard, answer.

- Hello? What's up? - Listen, it's Salcedo.

You're going to have unwelcome guests. Leave now.

I don't have time for this. I'm supervising an important project.

That's exactly why I need you to get out.

Just because you say so?

I know you're arranging an important

transaction for the bosses this afternoon.

Listen, this is none of your business.

I'll bet your desk is covered with American dollars.

Look, Guillermo, please.

You've got papers. You've got names.

You've got things that shouldn't be seen.

- Jorge... - Get out of there!

You do your job and I'll do mine.

This is my job! I'm telling you... Son of a bitch!

f*ck your mother.

I need you to check the paper shredders

and the floppy disks still in the computers.

Invoices. Bills of lading. Anything on the computers.

- Warrant says paper only. - Yeah? Warrants say a lot of things.

Let's go.

At least someone's willing to get wet.

Don't worry, you'll be back in Intelligence Group soon enough.

It's not...

This is a waste of our time, Chris.

And more importantly, this is a waste of a warrant.

You know what?

Andrew Jackson here says all we find in this f*cking high rise

- is a nice view of the city. - All right.

Well, I got... whoever this guy is and he says otherwise.

f*cking sh*t!

Gentlemen, how may I help you?

Seventh floor. Mr. Pallomari's office.

I'll let them know you're here so you can head up.

Oh, oh, oh... People love surprises.

Gentlemen, you can't...

You. What the f*ck are you still doing here?

What the f*ck am I doing? My job. We told your associate the same thing.

Sorry, boss, I tried, but he won't listen.

- You go get the car. - Please get out.

- I have to finish. f*ck your mother. - The back stairs.

- Yes, sir. - Finish what?

My job, Jorge.

No. Please, we have to get rid of all of that now.

We aren't arguing. You aren't touching anything.

I've got a method and a system.

- Method and a system? - Yes, sir.

Yes? What you've got is ten years of jail

time sitting on your desk, you idiot.

- Get out. - No.

Attention! Colombian National Police!

Where are the files?

Get to work. Let's go!

This is an office.

We're working. How can I help you?

We need access to your files, invoices, and all of your correspondence.

Ah...

If that's the case, I need to see a warrant.

Are you supposed to be in charge?

Well, yes, I'm in charge.

Come on.

Good morning. I have to see every invoice you have.

Hey!

This says documents only. f*ck your mother.

Could you repeat that, sir? My Spanish is... is a bit rough.

You didn't get that?

- Only papers. - Documents only.

- All right. - Claudia.

Keep an eye on the things they're taking. Now!

Yes, sir.

Leave it. Let it be.

Chivo, check everything and make an inventory, all right?

Hey, I like presents. What'd you get us?

That's private.

Ignacio, please show the gentleman last year's documents.

This way, please.

Excuse me, sir.

I must insist.

Your phone's off the hook.

Do you have a bill of lading? Yes? Let me see.

More? Everything.

- Just these? - And copies below.

- These as well, no? - Yes, sir.

- All right. '93. Yeah? - Those are the most recent.

Grab that.

Looks like you owe me that 20.

Oh, yeah.

You were right.

This area saw the biggest spike in trafficking

after Escobar was k*lled.

Can't we just spray chemicals on this place and be done with it?

Unfortunately, agricultural concerns in the region won't allow it.

That's right. Chiquita Bananas is down here.

I know those guys. Big contributors.

Okay. Here we are.

Jesus H. Christ.

Must've been one hell of a firefight, huh?

No doubt, sir.

- Gentlemen, this is Captain Mills. - Captain.

- Our advisor on this mission down here. - How you doing, sir?

He liaised with a team of Colombian commandos on this raid here.

These guys FARC or traffickers?

Both.

Probably started out doing security for the traffickers, or extorting them.

FARC wants to overthrow the government.

Cocaine finances their struggles.

Top of the line.

There's an arms race going on down here.

And this sh*t...

is jet fuel.

You guys ready for lunch?

Lunch? Yeah. Sure. Why not?

Go. Go. Go.

This 24-hour party thing...

is tiring after a couple of days.

Can you imagine if it was your life?

What's on your mind?

Dad, and the last thing he said to me.

What? "Get the f*ck out"?

No.

He said... that in this world...

there was no place for a man like me.

I made a place for myself.

I proved him wrong.

And now, I have to give it all up.

What kind of man would I be if I gave it all up?

I don't know, brother.

But what I do know is that you have a couple billion dollars...

and the rest of your life to figure it out.

What are they giving me?

What do you mean, "What are they giving you?"

They took my son, didn't they?

They have to give us something.

Have they offered you something?

An apartment.

Accept it.

Afterwards, I'll sell it for cash.

We'll take their money now. Later, we'll take vengeance.

- Do it, then get back up here. - Can you wake Pedro up?

I want to speak with him.

Don't worry about Pedro. He's sleeping.

I heard we cut it close today.

I thought they didn't have a warrant.

That's what I was told by our friend on the force.

A few more seconds and we'd have had real trouble.

Those new DEA guys are sharper than they look.

Well, luckily, we have you.

Did they get anything?

Some files.

So nothing. Good.

I'll take care of the rest today.

That thing you've got tonight with Paola, enjoy yourself. Go on.

We got names, addresses. These files are legit.

How are you guys?

Captain.

We'll catalog and seal the ones from today.

If you could help us with transport...

Okay... there must be a misunderstanding.

The files stay here.

We need to sort through these.

As you can see, we know how to process evidence, Feistl.

That wasn't the deal. This was our intel.

It was a CNP operation.

We let you join, support.

- Are you f*cking kidding me? - No, I'm not.

I'm not.

But anything we find we'll be sure to share with you.

I was instructed you should be back in Bogotá tonight.

You're going out on the last flight.

He b*rned us.

Who's that, Chris?

The last honest cop in Cali?

No, man. He clowned me, too. I'm calling the boss.

f*ck!

Those things ain't going 25 feet down here.

Thanks. Hey, you DOD?

So they say. But I still ID as a Marine.

I'm part of the m*llitary assistance package.

- CIA? - Oh, sh*t. f*ck, no.

Can I get a smoke?

Thanks.

Where you from?

The last place? Pendleton.

I was out there teaching Saudi soldiers how to do jumping jacks.

That sh*t's a lot harder than it sounds.

- So is it really that bad down here? - Yeah. It is.

You got paramilitary, FARC, traffickers, us.

Some pretty hairy bullshit down here.

Right, but not hairy enough for the truth to make its case.

Magazines on those bodies are 7.62 millimeter.

They go in an AK-47, right?

Those g*ns, the fancy ones, they chamber in a 5.56.

This whole thing is staged.

Those are run-of-the-mill guerrillas. Peasants, not traffickers.

You know your g*ns.

I'm gonna head on down.

Not very original, Stechner.

Even for the CIA.

Yeah, well, sometimes you need to make the truth a little more... plain.

Well, how's this for truth?

They go home and tell everyone the w*r on dr*gs is a f*cking stage show.

And all the money they put in is pissed away.

Even the hero said it's f*cked up.

What's that do to your plan?

I'm gonna level with you.

Sending a five-billion-dollar aid package

to a country that's on the verge of becoming a narco-democracy,

that's a bad look in the Senate.

All due respect, Senator, you're looking at a petri dish for the next Castro,

and this one's fed by narco dollars.

And not just here. Venezuela, Honduras.

Rich dictators with anti-American hard-ons.

We turn our back on this place, it all goes to hell.

Colombia is perfectly situated to help us in both Central and South America.

The right American footprint here, Black Hawks, small arms,

night vision, advisors like Mills...

we help secure a stable Colombia,

and it becomes a beacon for the region.

Well, if you want the American people

to get behind sending billions of dollars to Colombia...

we need a no-f*cking-around victory down here.

Look, gentlemen, the Colombian government

is months away from dismantling one of the biggest drug cartels in history.

And they will do it without f*ring a sh*t.

No body count, no dirty hands.

I can't imagine the folks back home won't like that.

Agent Peña.

What do you think?

Is it true? Is a big win coming?

Agent Stechner and I...

we have a long-standing difference of opinion on just about everything.

But he and I can both agree...

a big win is coming.

Glad we're on the same page, Agent Peña.

So the whole surrender plan is about f*cking fundraising!

The Colombians get a check and you get to play army men in the jungle?

I'm thinking about the next battle, the one that really counts.

Which means you're willing to lose this one!

The drug w*r?

Oh, come on, man! We lost it!

You were there!

Ever stop and think that anyone that takes this as personally as you do

is doing it wrong?

- f*ck you! - Yeah.

See ya!

Where are they now?

I just put them on a plane to Bogotá.

- And the files? - We've got them.

Are you sure?

Look, they tricked me with that f*cking warrant, all right?

And I couldn't warn you because we were all together like a f*cking family.

These Americans know what they're doing.

They aren't f*cking idiots.

I ever tell you I did a rotation in Chile?

No, Dan, you never told me you did a rotation in f*cking Chile.

The accountant.

- You clock his accent? - No.

A little off. You know, he said something: "Concha su madre."

Okay, what's that? "f*ck your mother" or something?

Exactly.

"Cachai."

It's a phrase that they typically only use in Chile.

And if he's from Chile...

He can be extradited.

Panama DEA said no warrant, no detention.

- f*ck. - Plus, Jurado didn't stay in Panama.

They know where he went?

No.

So Jurado could be anywhere. f*ck!

Also, boss, Feistl and Van Ness have been trying you. A lot.

All right, well, put them through when you get them. I'm on my way back.

- And Stoddard? - Yeah, boss?

Jurado has a wife in Bogotá. She's American.

Put a tap on her phone.

- I don't think I can do that. - Just do it.

Well, the truth is, we're very interested in your proposal, Jorge.

And in your potential for growth.

You've exceeded Paola's description,

which wasn't easy.

Of course, we were inconvenienced by the six-month delay, which...

took us by surprise.

I take my commitments very seriously, gentlemen.

And I couldn't leave without ensuring my replacement met the standard

they've come to expect.

Go wait for him over there.

- Good evening. How are you? - Good, thank you.

Well, I think that merits another bottle of wine, no?

Yes.

Look at that son of a bitch.

Thinks his sh*t doesn't stink, or what?

Thank you.

So, a security expert married to a rising star

in one of Cali's top law firms.

Have you worked together before?

My compliments.

David Rodríguez.

How are you?

Don't let the elegant suit fool you.

This guy's a real son of a bitch.

Seriously.

In fact, he's one of our best men.

You see?

Enjoy it.

Ma'am.

You... Where do you know him from? Is he a friend of yours?

You know Cali is a very small city.

Even more so when one is in the security business.

One must deal with all sorts of people.

Is that the paperwork I'm supposed to deliver?

These documents are very sensitive.

And I don't feel comfortable transferring possession to anyone else.

All right. Let's go, then.

Open the door, Córdova.

Go f*ck yourself, Pallomari.

- Huh? - In the front seat.

What the f*ck's wrong with you? Open the door. f*ck your mother.

In the front. I'm not your f*cking employee.

Making friends everywhere he goes.

No sh*t.

Look at this f*cking neighborhood.

This guy's doing more than filing W-9s.

Es el cabrón.

The f*cking man.

I haven't been able to reach an agreement.

He's very stubborn.

Listen to me, Pacho. We have to seal the deal.

It's very important.

Amado has to go to Juárez tomorrow. I'll go with him and close the deal.

All right. Keep me informed.

Good night.

Good night, Gilberto.

Compliments of Mr. Carrillo.

It's been a long time since anyone asked me on a date.

Come in, please.

Take a seat.

Sir... your offer of this apartment is very generous.

But?

But... I would like to know the terms.

The terms?

How often will you come here to visit me?

As often as you like.

Or never.

This is your home.

Is there a monthly stipend?

A stipend?

Mr. Rodríguez, I married Claudio Salazar when I was 18 years old.

I knew nothing.

Now I need to get away from his family, and I need my son back.

If you could help me with that...

I can.

Then I accept.

It's great to hear that.

Why don't you get some rest?

Eat something.

Tomorrow morning, I'll send for your son.

How does that sound?

Good.

Take a seat.

Fifty miles an hour, you could jump into water and survive.

You can't leave her on the bus.

I guess you do. You leave her on the bus.

No.

- I would leave her. - You would leave her?

Shh...

All right. Here we go.

Dan.

Is that who I think it is?

Gilberto f*cking Rodríguez.

f*ck.

Oh, my f*cking God. Okay.

- Peña. - Boss, it's Feistl.

- Where the f*ck have you been? - Sir, I got eyes on Gilberto Rodríguez.

- You're looking at him right now? - Yes.

Just say the word and we can take him down.

What's the move, boss?

Sorry to interrupt.

You want to go after Gilberto Rodríguez?