Will Chalk

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In a cartel-owned basement, we meet a fentanyl smuggler.

He has six kilos of the powder in tightly pressed bundles, each worth at least $20,000.

What we have here is fentanyl.

This product is ready to be sent to the United States and pressed into pills.

The drug that he's holding and the battle to control it has cost the lives of tens of thousands here and in the United States.

He doesn't take any responsibility.

There is no shame for what he does.

Even though President Donald Trump refers to us as terrorists, I would just remind him that as long as there are consumers, we're going to keep doing this.

But that doesn't necessarily make us terrorists.

No one forced them to start using this stuff.

Even though the government has intensified their search, when it comes to production, we've never stopped.

Sometimes we do scale back because the government gets too close.

So we lay low for a few days.

But once that problem passes, we either continue or move to other areas.

I'm with a group of women, madres en lucha, mothers fighting back.

They're here, we're about half an hour outside of Culiacán, in the grounds of a half-built church.

They're looking for lost sons, lost brothers, who are victims of cartel violence.

Now the women are heading into some rough ground and fields beyond.

They have shovels, they have pickaxes, they have machetes.