The thing that makes this docu-series so amazingly unique is the men who participated in making it. The men who were there.
It's the story of the war on drugs during the late 70s and 80s. The era of Nancy Reagan, her "Just Say No" campaign and Oliver North and the CIA aiding and abetting the Narcos while they were getting drugs into the United States, in part, to fund the Contras and their battle in Nicaragua. While everyone got rich.
The men who took DEA agent Enrique "Kiki" Camarena and put him through thirty-six hours of unspeakable horror to find out how much he knew. One of his tormentors was a CIA agent. That's not conjecture or imagination; it's a documented fact.
We meet Hector Berrellez, the DEA agent in charge of finding the truth behind the whom and why, exactly, of his murder. Why he's not a household name is beyond me. He should be.
We meet the men who know they're damned, beyond redemption, and want to finally tell the truth- the whole of it. We see their faces and hear the facts about Kiki and the unfortunate tortured tourists whom, at the time, were incorrectly identified as DEA by the insane heads of the Narcos.
We meet Kiki's widow. She was waiting, that awful day, to meet him for lunch with less than weeks before they were out and safely back home. She recalls it as though it happened yesterday. The men who took him, also, have very clear recollections and haunted eyes-just as they should.
It's hard to watch, but the tale has to be told! Their backstories are fascinating, the details are unbelievable yet true.
This was one of the best, if not THE best documentaries I've ever had to force myself to sit through. It'll break your heart and enrage you. But, we owe it to Kiki and the hundreds of thousands of people involved.
If you think you know about the era, the war on drugs, you'll be blown away. Those eyes, of the men whom were there, tell it in a way that will both enlighten and haunt you.
