El cartel Page #2

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have become a priest.

(congregation singing)

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Do not be surprised.

I was following the row

God had planted me.

I wanted her from that

first day in the church.

To this day, people think it was

the money that led me to him.

It was his daughter.

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We convinced him to

give us the opportunity

to prove ourselves.

We told him we would

run his drugs.

But for myself and Santos,

they were all caught.

It was a game of numbers.

Don Amilkar threw

product at the border

knowing some would get through.

The man lost 90 percent

of his product

because he did not think.

How'd you win his approval?

We presented him the

opportunity of a lifetime.

We gave him new ways

to run his drugs.

So that's how you do it?

No, that was the first

of many attempts

to build a better mousetrap.

Like the birds, most went wrong.

What was wrong

with the birds?

(shotgun blasting)

So it was back to

the drawing board.

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We even made his old

ways more efficient.

And so exactly a year after

that day in the church,

I married his daughter.

(cheers and applause)

I gave him grandchildren.

(baby crying)

I took his life.

What?

Off the record...

it still Angers my wife.

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Papa!

(gunshot)

He suggested

I kill my father.

There was only one way

I could live with such guilt.

(grunting)

To be fair, he was right.

It was good advice.

Now, you will excuse me.

Tsk! Tsk!

I have some business

to attend to.

That's all right,

we're done for today anyway.

We will continue this

afternoon, after I return.

We can do that.

Just give me a call.

Here's the number

to the hotel.

A hotel?

No, you and

your friends,

you stay with my family,

in my house.

That's not necessary.

But it is.

I will return shortly.

In the meantime, relax,

enjoy the Mexican sun.

When my wife and children

have tired of the beach,

they will see you

back to the house.

Thanks.

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16 billion.

Not pesos,

but dollars?

Si.

What's your gross?

Mucho.

Go ahead, feed him

your leftovers,

he'll love you forever.

16 billion dollars.

You have a wonderful home,

but I wouldn't have guessed

that you were so...

Blessed?

We live simply.

Comfortably, for sure.

But not the life of your

typical billionaire.

It's constraint

which keeps me from

sharing the fate

of Pablo Escobar.

And generosity.

Many hospitals and schools

carry my husband's name.

We have many legitimate

business ventures --

Casinos, strip clubs,

brothels, smoke shops,

even a chain of liquor stores.

An outsider would think

our portfolio quite diverse.

You're not that diverse.

Well, it depends on your

definition of business,

but I'd say you're

wholesale distributors

of debauchery and sin.

And no one does it better.

Did you know, that of

the 20 known plants

that produce cocaine,

only two produce enough

to justify commercial

cultivation?

We grow neither.

You will never

taste a better flan.

It's why I hired him.

Gracias.

De nada.

You were saying something

about production?

Yes...of the product

we export into...

...we produce none of it.

We import our supply from

Columbia, Bolivia, Peru.

To put it simply, our passion

does not lie in manufacturing,

but in creating and maintaining

a system of distribution.

Tomorrow I will show you.

(goats whining)

Livestock wasn't

on the list.

(gunshot)

You know, my product

is one of the world's

only tried and proven

aphrodisiacs?

But I do not suggest using it

to enhance your lovemaking.

The truth is,

it suppresses the sex drive.

Do you know why?

Because it's actually more

pleasurable than having sex.

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You will never

taste a better flan.

(laughing)

Not livestock...

distribution.

We add cobalt

and ferric chloride

to mask the smell

from the dogs.

A long way from

birds and slingshots.

(phone ringing)

Remember that business

I left you for at the beach?

Yeah.

We were unable to

find a resolution.

This problem, this man,

he ran away.

Smart guy.

He stole from him.

Stupid guy.

You know what he stole?

We gave this man a choice.

Let our product through, or

look for another line of work.

What'd he do?

Now we speak to him.

Ask him again to cooperate.

Then, if he still

chooses not to cooperate...

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(dog barking)

(girl screaming)

(gunshot)

Oh, Jesus!

(gunshots)

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Some say drugs promote

contact with the spirit world.

Now, what do you

think of my work?

Off the record.

What you did was horrible.

Horrible?

Yes, it was.

Why?

In the epic battle

of good versus evil,

between the white hat

and the black hat,

I find the black

hat fits me best.

Besides, wearing the black hat,

it's far more interesting.

Tonight, I have made

arrangements for you

to see something

very special.

You will go with

Santos to the boats.

Hey, I don't do

very good on boats.

We've seen a lot;

I don't seem to be --

I don't want to come

across as ungrateful,

but it's just

a lot to process.

Can we do this tomorrow?

No.

All right then, we'll

be ready whenever he is.

Excellent.

Then I leave you

in capable hands.

Gracias.

De nada.

Given what just happened,

if I were you,

I wouldn't take

any more photos.

Yeah...

I want to go home.

You never said we were going to

follow around El Diablo here.

(whistling)

Come on.

This is stupid.

Come on.

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(speaking Spanish)

What'd he say?

We've arrived.

Where?

(speaking Spanish)

Some kind of

fishing lure.

Holy sh*t!

I got to get

a picture of this.

I don't get it.

What?

Why did he want

us to see this?

I told you, I don't

do too good on boats.

You'll live.

Thank you.

Look inside...

give me that.

Come outside,

check this out.

Be careful.

I'm not going anywhere.

That'll leave a mark.

Would it eat a man?

Yeah, they'd eat you.

Why is it

in your bag?

I don't know!

I told him I don't know!

No, I swear!

(screaming)

(whimpering)

(screaming)

(sobbing and yelling)

Ah...oh God!

Somebody? Help!

Jeez...

What happened?

Forgot it was there.

You okay?

No...

What's wrong?

Just hang tight,

I'll be back in a second.

I can't understand.

You knew about this?

I didn't know anything

about it, I swear.

Let me find out what's

going on here, okay, please?

Where'd this come from?

From the train yard.

I'm so sorry,

I wasn't thinking.

Please, Jules, please,

help me, please!

I don't think sorry's gonna

cut it with these guys.

Help me!

No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

Please, I'm so sorry!

Please, I'll pay you,

I swear to God!

Please, I swear to God!

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Your little project has

become an inconvenience.

Ned -- your men --

I know what they did!

And if I were you, I wouldn't

be worrying about your friend.

I'm sorry, things

got out of hand.

Yes, they did.

Where's Vern?

Thank you.

A bullet would have

been cheaper...

but...

a man should only have

to pay for his own sins.

The both of you will depart

first thing in the morning.

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Jules?

How you feelin'?

My leg hurts like hell.

I think they set it wrong.

(laughing)

(crying)

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