DOC
Vacate your positions! Rival factions waging a turf war to control economics is a precursor to your dirt plot. Be a daisy! You die today out of ignorance, bigotry and greed!

SINALOA
(yelling back, mocking in strong Mexican dialect)
You dealers expect a good angel to appear! Red queens taking a cut off casino profits. White powder or black jack, it makes no difference—a line is a line.

WYATT
Men, there's gonna be a wreck of the cartel train. Look at their belt buckles─rooster for marijuana, parrot for cocaine─goat for heroin.

SUREÑOS
Our alliance with the Aryan brotherhood is loose, but with respect. You white collar entrepreneur card sharks and Sinaloa die with humility today. The judge took the bribe at our insistence. Tijuana cartel is gaining a foothold.

WYATT
You bring your heroin and whores to pimp with your laundry to wash and we’re shuttin’ it down, right here, right now. Hemp clothesline rope is severed. Only cannabis is legal here. We don’t need the cartels. We don’t have to obtain a federal court order.

DOC
He’s right. Your political pull is not strong enough to buy your heartbeat. Corruption is a steady stream of immigration and manipulation. We'll take no prisoners or a series of lawsuits that will last for years. When the smoke clears from the weed our ammunition will be exhausted.

SINALOA
You’re rich with Aesop’s fable.

WYATT
Cartel cowboys making sacrifices at the altar to your narco trafficker saint, Jesus Malverde. It’s all wrapped up inside the burro’s tortillas, the rosary tale of sugar cane, agave, and the chile plant. Get ready, Doc─even evil has its standards.