The CEO of Sinaloa

A sober, steadily unfolding true-crime chronicle that trades spectacle for patient detail, leaving a lingering sense of how power built in secrecy eventually comes apart.

A grim, matter-of-fact true-crime survey that mixes talking heads with re-enactments, informative but rarely gripping.

A sober, globe-trotting explainer that treats narcotics as an industry, trading thrills for clear-eyed economics and quiet unease.}{.

A sober, archive-driven true-crime documentary that unfolds methodically, trading thrills for a chilling sense of real-world consequence.

A sober, journalistic plunge into a shadowy criminal world, more grimly informative than thrilling.

A sober, steadily paced true-crime survey that traces how ordinary criminals became global empires, more informative than sensational.

A sober, talking-heads true-crime chronicle that lays out a criminal empire with steady, unglamorous detail.

A sober, methodical plunge into real corporate wrongdoing that leaves you angry and unsettled rather than thrilled.

A tense, sprawling plunge into cartel warfare that keeps you gripped with its ruthless escalation and documentary-like sweep.

A sober, archive-driven plunge into mob life that informs more than it thrills, with grim footage lending real weight.

A grim, tense plunge into the drug trade seen through an outsider's eyes, more unsettling than thrilling.

A sober, unsettling look at how organised crime quietly strangles a region's economy, told with urgency and grim clarity.