Queen of the South (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - #DUPE# - full transcript
Previously on
"Queen of the South"...
I need papers for me,
my friend, and her son
as soon as possible.
New names and passports.
-Need to get out of here.
-What are you talking about?
I thought that you said
everything was okay.
Everything is not okay.
We need to disappear.
The Colombian shipment
is arriving in Texas today.
(speaking Spanish)
We're late with everyone.
No one has their shipments.
People are wondering
if there's change coming.
-Why?
-What the hell is going on
up there?
You know how much this cost me?
Someone knew the truck
was coming.
EPIFANIO (over phone): When was
the last time you did a purge
to see if anyone is talking
to the DEA?
Maybe it's someone
on your side.
Do I have to worry about you,
Teresa?
No.
(brakes screeching)
(gunfire)
Get down!
-This is an act of war.
-If he finds out
I was trying to buy coke
from the Colombians,
we'd be at war
with him, too.
How did it go?
Good.
Did we go too far?
No.
Keep going.
Hey, James.
Those Florida people...
You said they have
25 kilos to sell.
We're gonna steal it.
Get up.
It's 4:00 in the morning.
Move, come on.
Where are we going?
I said where are we going?
You'll see.
(dark music)
¶ ¶
Teresa,
I need you to do something.
It's important.
Today is a different kind
of business.
Turning $2 1/2 million into 5...
it's not an easy trick.
You're gonna be taking
the same risks as everyone.
So I supposed you have the right
to know what goes down...
and how it goes down.
Some guys are coming in
from Florida this morning.
We're gonna meet them,
and we're gonna rip 'em off.
You have proven you can be
relied upon to do what I need.
I don't know everything
about you.
You only reveal
what you want.
You're smart.
Smart enough to understand
why I protected you
and kept you alive
and kept you a secret
from Epifanio, right?
Why is that?
I make him vulnerable.
Because of what you saw
his men do to Chino.
You understand you're only
leverage for me, right?
But today,
we have to take a risk.
If something happens to you,
I lose my leverage.
I understand that.
But if we don't succeed today,
I don't have anything left,
and leverage means nothing.
And with nothing,
I cannot protect you.
So we all lose
if we fail.
I know you're scared.
Use that fear
to stay alive.
After all,
you're a survivor.
Be in touch.
(car engine starts)
(dramatic music)
(coughing)
(speaking Spanish)
No!
(sobbing)
(speaking Spanish)
Tell me.
What time did you
go to work today?
(speaking Spanish)
If you cooperate with me, this
will only take a few minutes.
You gonna help me out here?
I want you to tell me
everything about your work.
Everything about that hotel.
I want to know
about the security cameras,
and I want your pass key.
They reset the keys every day.
We only get them
when we come in.
If you tell anyone we were here,
we will come back for you.
Do you understand?
Okay.
(dramatic music)
(faint Latin music)
Open the door, cabrones!
What the hell
are you locking the door for?
Creepy ass neighbor
keeps coming in so we locked it.
What neighbor?
The one in the bathrobe
selling the Xbox.
Oh, right, yeah.
Scored on
three milligram tabs.
-Sweet. Yeah.
-You figure it out?
I'm not stupid.
Yes.
-Childproof.
-(speaking Spanish)
I mean, you do have a child,
so...
Pendejos.
Why are you so angry?
'Cause I don't want
to be here.
I don't want to be here.
I just want to get back
to the life we had in Sinaloa.
You have no idea.
You have no idea what kind
of life I was living there.
The clothes I had.
The--the furniture.
The--look at this place.
Look at me.
And my son, anything he wanted
his father got for him,
and now,
what are we sleeping in?
Some sleeping bag
in some shitty ass motel.
Oh, it's--
it's not that bad, yo.
That's easy for you to say.
You don't have kids.
No, my son is gonna have
a future.
In this world, you don't become
what you want to;
you become what you have to.
(knocking)
Where are my Benjamins at?
An Xbox like this
is hard to find.
You know I'm gonna have
your money.
-I need it today.
-Well, I don't have it today.
By tonight I'll have this shit
I'm working on sold,
you'll have your money.
(sighs)
You know, 11C is interested.
(chuckles)
Oh, my God.
Don't be so dramatic, Hector.
It's a used Xbox with a left
trigger jam from Sriracha.
I'm just saying,
I got options.
Anyone can make
methamphetamines.
Using items that can be
purchased in your local store,
it's really not as hard
as it looks.
We're working today
with three milligram tablets.
This is the stuff
that holds the pill together.
The goal of this process
is to extract
the pure pseudoephedrine
from cold tablets.
The tools we're using are crude
but dangerous.
Methyl alcohol
from gasoline additives,
ether from spray cans,
and lithium from batteries.
Ingredients for making meth
are legal, inexpensive,
and easily available.
Ha. It's dissolving into
the ether layer, see that?
He's right.
It's as easy as making cookies.
Why are you telling me this
like it was your idea, Ricardo?
Now that you've seen
my meth tutorial,
subscribe to my channel
to learn how to make LSD
from backyard pool chemicals.
So simple.
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
This is it.
Now we wait.
Oh, yeah.
Texas, man.
Let's do this.
I'm psyched to do this.
I'll be psyched when we unload
this and we're on our way home.
Uh, he doesn't like people
touching his bag.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
-They're here.
-Okay.
All right,
this is the tracker.
When you're ready,
you take it out.
Just holding the edges,
don't touch it flat on.
The charge lasts two hours.
Where do you get this?
You can get anything
on the black market these days
if you can afford it.
All right,
you should go.
(car beeping)
(dramatic music)
Pull the car over.
(phone line trilling)
(speaking Spanish)
CAMILA (over phone): Estas solo?
Si.
So I was sitting thinking
that ever since you left,
things have been
happening to me.
Bad luck.
CAMILA (over phone): What if
you did tell him, Cesar?
That you're taking drugs
from Colombia behind his back?
And you're three times bigger
than he knows?
That you hide that puta,
ridiculing him with your team?
That you plan on
taking him over?
You tell me.
If I had told him,
he'd kill you.
And you know that.
CAMILA (over phone): Yeah.
I'm in a bit of trouble.
And I'm beginning to think
he's encouraging it.
The shipment's lost.
From Mexico, from Colombia.
Everyone seems to be
messing with my business.
Eric el Cabron is stepping
all over me,
and Epifanio hasn't done
anything about it.
You know, Cesar, there are
lots of ways to kill someone.
CAMILA (over phone):
Destroying my business.
Making me go back to Mexico.
Back to him...
that would be death to me.
If he is behind these things,
I don't know anything
about it.
Sometimes bad luck
is just bad luck.
Yeah, that may be so.
But my instincts
are seldom wrong.
If he found out something,
he may also know that
you hid something from him
when you were here.
(speaking Spanish)
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
(camera shutter clicking)
¶ ¶
(phone vibrating)
James.
What's up, man?
John, you in yet?
Yeah, man, we made it.
JAMES (over phone):
Welcome to town, bud.
-How was your flight?
-It was good, good.
Where are y'all staying?
We're close.
In the city.
JAMES (over phone): Nice.
-Hey, it's all gonna be cool?
It's gonna be all good,
brother.
Thanks for reaching out,
man.
We are psyched
about getting this deal done.
JAMES (over phone):
All business. I like that.
JAMES (over phone): Listen,
I thought we'd meet
at this place I know.
Hey, you know, I think
I'd like to be the one
to pick the place out
when that time comes,
if that's all right?
JAMES (over phone): No problem.
It's just, I thought,
I know Texas.
Us Broward County boys,
we did our homework, too.
We know all about Texas.
I'll pick a spot
and give you a call.
JAMES (over phone):
Sounds good.
I want you to be as
comfortable as possible here.
Yeah, we'll be in touch.
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
(elevator dings)
¶ ¶
(phone vibrates)
So everything's cool?
I had to set some boundaries,
tell him what's up.
But that's how it's done though,
right?
That's right.
(chuckles)
¶ ¶
(both speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(both speaking Spanish)
Si.
I now know your name.
The people I work for
can find you and your family.
So you have to be quiet
and do what I say.
Okay?
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
TERESA (over phone):
They're in room 1208.
Okay, you're looking
for a black suitcase.
Take off your clothes.
I'm just down the hall.
If you scream...
I'll hear you.
Just do what I say
and nothing will happen to you.
Okay?
(suspenseful music)
¶ ¶
Where are those
goddamn Tums?
Jesus, Reggie,
it's gonna be fine.
No, what my brother
needs to realize
is we're not running
reverse-mortgage scams
on retirees in North Lauderdale
with our dad.
-These people are serious, man.
-He knows.
I'm serious.
That's why he brought me.
Grow a dick.
(knocking)
Housekeeping.
(electronic chirping)
Wait, what'd he say?
Well, what'd you tell him?
I'm sorry, I knocked.
I can come back later.
That's okay.
Come on in.
It's okay.
Sorry, Sue,
go ahead, babe.
Yes, I promise I'll call her.
I double promise.
Two vodkas.
(indistinct chatter)
Why the shit is that guy
staring at me for?
Why's he staring at me, man?
¶ ¶
Are you Reggie?
Yeah.
Who are you?
He asked you what your name was,
Sancho.
My name is not important,
but my message is.
Yeah, what's that?
Go back to Florida.
Because if you're thinking
about doing a deal
with Camila Vargas,
that's gonna be a problem
for other people
who control this territory.
And, amigo?
You don't want to be a problem
for other people.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
No one's doing any deal.
Just want to get a drink.
Going home.
That's it.
I'm done, I'm done.
Nope.
Nah, I'm gonna be outta here
before you know it.
(chuckles)
Yeah, Reggie's Reggie.
What do you expect?
He shits himself
first sign of rain.
Hey.
Can you bring more shampoo?
Sure.
What's wrong?
(phone rings)
What's up, John?
Slow down, slow down.
He was Mexican, and he said
we better go back to Florida.
-Slow down, slow down.
-He knew our names.
Well, at least he knew
my brother's name.
-What'd he look like?
-He had two prison tats
-under his eyes, tear drops.
-How'd this guy know, man?
REGGIE (over phone):
They must've been following us
from the get-go,
from the airport.
Wait--wait a sec.
Did the guy have, like,
these beady little eyes
that look like two piss holes
in the snow?
-Beady eyes?
-Beady eyes.
-What, you know him?
-Yeah, it's the Jimenez cartel.
The Jimenez cartel?
What the shit do they have
anything to do with this?
JAMES (over phone): Relax.
He's just trying to scare you.
They're trying to make problems
for us, not you.
JAMES (over phone): You're in
our territory and they know it.
I don't know how they know
you're here.
Maybe one of your guys
in Florida opened his mouth.
Who knows?
It's gonna be okay.
Just call me
when you're ready to leave
and let's get this shit done.
(phone beeps)
What?
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
Maria?
Oh, shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
(grunts)
(grunting)
No!
(speaking Spanish)
No! No! No!
(both speaking Spanish)
I'm not who you think I am,
okay?
I'm not gonna kill you.
You just need to do
what I say.
(breathing heavily)
Okay, this will be over soon.
You're never gonna see me again.
Just come on up.
Bueno.
Come on, I'll put you
back here.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Okay, hang on.
Oye.
How much longer
is this gonna be?
About half an hour or so,
give or take.
Is it gonna be ready tonight?
'Cause I got a guy on the phone
that wants everything
we got.
Everything?
Who do you think you're dealing
with, a pinche school kid?
-Yeah, we'll be ready.
-Jesus.
Smells like chemicals
so bad in here.
Yeah, it's supposed to.
Drugs are chemicals.
Trust me.
No, I know what
I'm doing.
-(grunts)
-Oh!
What?
What are you doing?
Oh, my God!
Cabron!
(speaking Spanish)
Here.
Oy.
(gasps)
Hey, cabron.
-(speaking Spanish)
-(coughs)
Ah!
Pull right over
and wait.
The meter's gotta stay on.
Did I say it didn't?
Shit.
Open the trunk.
Oh, you're alive.
Oh, not funny.
Jesus.
-Good to see you, John.
-You too.
-It's Reggie, right?
-That's right.
James, thanks for hooking
this up.
-Yeah.
-This is Wendle.
Good to meet you.
Flaco.
This is my chemist.
He's gonna be testing
what you got.
Sounds good.
Let's do it.
(tense music)
¶ ¶
It's got no markings.
Where'd you get it from?
Some Cuban bought
a stolen boat off us.
Double what we were asking,
but we had to take payment
in coke.
To be honest, I think he might
have been a dirty Fed.
Good shit.
That's right, I told you.
He said it was the best.
Those dirty Feds,
they always got the best dope.
Do you, uh, mind if we
check out the money?
Yeah, of course.
Wow.
(chuckles)
Yes.
Gentlemen.
All right.
It's a good deal.
-Thank you, thank you.
-Yeah.
So I'll see you
at Lorenzo's next bash.
Only if you bring
that redhead.
Remember her?
The one with that ass.
I do remember it.
I married her.
No shit?
I'll see you, John.
Oh, hey, you find
any more shit that good--
You'll be my first call.
Thank you again.
(tense music)
¶ ¶
Am I getting whacked?
No, I'm just feeling
paranoid today.
In person, I feel safe.
Well, I made
the trawler purchase.
Ink's almost dry.
Went very smooth.
Good.
What?
Well, I know no one
can trace it back to me,
but what about you?
What do you mean?
I told you
I had my husband handled.
Yes, and I said
the best swimmers drown
and you told me
I was being paranoid.
Well, I think my husband's
messing with me.
And if I'm right about that,
he could know many things.
Maybe even what we're doing.
So here's what I want you
to do.
You're gonna use
one of your colleagues,
someone who's sloppy,
overconfident.
Someone who wouldn't notice
if his name is used
to file the document.
And then, you're gonna pull out
the documents you already filed.
And you're gonna re-file them
under this person's name.
-No.
-Yes.
No, I was clear.
I told you
I didn't want my hands dirty.
Well, they sure will get dirty
when you're digging your way out
of one of my husband's graves.
Better your colleague than you.
At least I'd rather see it
unfold that way.
Well, thank you.
I'm not saying it is that way.
I'm saying it could be.
Do you have any idea
what you're asking me to do?
This is my career.
Well, with great risks
come great rewards.
I see in you a man
that takes what he wants.
I saw that ever since
I first saw you.
And I liked it.
But it's not for me
I'm asking you to do this.
It's for you.
So you can protect yourself.
So why do I have the feeling
that one of the goals
of this entire thing is getting
me to cross the line for you?
Come on.
No one's that good.
I feel sorry for your husband.
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
(phone line trilling)
Hello?
Part one's done.
¶ ¶
(beeping)
(phone line trilling)
FLACO (on phone): Yeah.
They're getting on
the on-ramp now.
FLACO (on phone):
I see them ahead.
(sighing)
Give it to me, Reg.
Huh?
(gasping)
Holy shit!
Son of a bitch!
(explosion booms)
(tires screeching)
(groaning)
(gunfire)
¶ ¶
Don't do it.
(gunshot)
¶ ¶
(gunfire)
(police sirens wailing)
James,
we have to get outta here.
(sirens wailing)
I'm leaving.
I'm gonna let her go.
We have trouble.
One of them's alive.
He got away.
Go back to his hotel room.
If he shows up,
keep him there.
Keep him here?
What do you mean keep him here?
He saw my face.
He knows.
You do not let him leave.
He can't leave.
(grunts)
(labored breathing)
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
(sobbing)
Reggie.
(groans)
¶ ¶
(elevator dings)
(labored breathing)
(beep)
(groaning)
(heavy breathing)
Put the phone down.
(safety clicking)
Put the phone down.
You were in here before.
You're a part of this?
Oh, you don't know
how dead you are.
Stop talking.
Stop talking.
You understand me?
You're dead.
-Stop talking.
-You're dead.
All of you are dead!
-Stop talking.
-You have no idea
what kind of family
you just messed with.
Don't move.
Stop talking.
Look at you, you're so scared
you can barely hold the gun.
(laughing)
Look at you.
You're so scared you're shaking.
Listen to me.
Go, okay?
And I'll tell them
you never came back, just go.
Oh, I get it now.
You're scared
I'm gonna hurt you.
Oh, you're scared I'm gonna
grab that little short
and pull the trigger
before you get a shot off.
If that's what
you're thinking,
that's not what's gonna happen,
sweetheart.
I'm not gonna kill you;
I'm gonna let you go.
That's right, I'm gonna let you
walk your sweet little ass
out that door right--
right there.
You know why?
'Cause you remind me
of a story.
You ever heard of the story
of the great badass warrior
who kills everybody,
but he lets one warrior live...
Stop talking.
To go back to the tribe
and tell them all about the tale
and to warn their ass
that the badass
is coming for them next.
Just go.
That's you, sweetheart.
You are the survivor.
You can go back and tell them
that this badass
is coming for them.
Listen to me.
Just go.
I'm not gonna kill you.
I'm not gonna kill you.
-I swear.
-Don't move.
I never would kill you
in a million years.
I wouldn't do it.
(gunfire)
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
Hey!
Did you hear gunshots?
Yes, get back to your room.
He's bleeding out.
I'm trying to stop it,
but it just keeps coming.
Cops are coming from all sides.
I don't know which way to turn.
Get me out of here.
Fourth and Rivers.
Take McGregor.
(groans)
(beeping)
They're setting roadblocks
on Summet.
Hit the expressway.
You see it?
-Yeah.
-(groans)
-Shit, yeah.
-(groaning)
-We're out, we're out.
-(groaning)
FLACO (over phone):
We're out, we're out.
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
(speaking Spanish)
Mom, there's
all kinds of polices
and fire departments outside.
I heard a guy got lit on fire.
What happened?
I don't know what happened.
I don't know what kind of locos
live here.
How was the Y?
It was great.
Where are you going?
Oh, the kid in 11C,
his uncle got him an Xbox.
Can I go?
(soft music)
¶ ¶
(heavy breathing)
(tires screeching)
Where is he?
Get in.
¶ ¶
Are you hurt?
Answer me,
are you hurt?
No.
What happened?
I shot him.
Is he dead?
Yeah.
(phone vibrating)
Yeah?
Do you have her?
I just got her.
She's all messed up.
We're coming back now.
Wipe your face.
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
"Queen of the South"...
I need papers for me,
my friend, and her son
as soon as possible.
New names and passports.
-Need to get out of here.
-What are you talking about?
I thought that you said
everything was okay.
Everything is not okay.
We need to disappear.
The Colombian shipment
is arriving in Texas today.
(speaking Spanish)
We're late with everyone.
No one has their shipments.
People are wondering
if there's change coming.
-Why?
-What the hell is going on
up there?
You know how much this cost me?
Someone knew the truck
was coming.
EPIFANIO (over phone): When was
the last time you did a purge
to see if anyone is talking
to the DEA?
Maybe it's someone
on your side.
Do I have to worry about you,
Teresa?
No.
(brakes screeching)
(gunfire)
Get down!
-This is an act of war.
-If he finds out
I was trying to buy coke
from the Colombians,
we'd be at war
with him, too.
How did it go?
Good.
Did we go too far?
No.
Keep going.
Hey, James.
Those Florida people...
You said they have
25 kilos to sell.
We're gonna steal it.
Get up.
It's 4:00 in the morning.
Move, come on.
Where are we going?
I said where are we going?
You'll see.
(dark music)
¶ ¶
Teresa,
I need you to do something.
It's important.
Today is a different kind
of business.
Turning $2 1/2 million into 5...
it's not an easy trick.
You're gonna be taking
the same risks as everyone.
So I supposed you have the right
to know what goes down...
and how it goes down.
Some guys are coming in
from Florida this morning.
We're gonna meet them,
and we're gonna rip 'em off.
You have proven you can be
relied upon to do what I need.
I don't know everything
about you.
You only reveal
what you want.
You're smart.
Smart enough to understand
why I protected you
and kept you alive
and kept you a secret
from Epifanio, right?
Why is that?
I make him vulnerable.
Because of what you saw
his men do to Chino.
You understand you're only
leverage for me, right?
But today,
we have to take a risk.
If something happens to you,
I lose my leverage.
I understand that.
But if we don't succeed today,
I don't have anything left,
and leverage means nothing.
And with nothing,
I cannot protect you.
So we all lose
if we fail.
I know you're scared.
Use that fear
to stay alive.
After all,
you're a survivor.
Be in touch.
(car engine starts)
(dramatic music)
(coughing)
(speaking Spanish)
No!
(sobbing)
(speaking Spanish)
Tell me.
What time did you
go to work today?
(speaking Spanish)
If you cooperate with me, this
will only take a few minutes.
You gonna help me out here?
I want you to tell me
everything about your work.
Everything about that hotel.
I want to know
about the security cameras,
and I want your pass key.
They reset the keys every day.
We only get them
when we come in.
If you tell anyone we were here,
we will come back for you.
Do you understand?
Okay.
(dramatic music)
(faint Latin music)
Open the door, cabrones!
What the hell
are you locking the door for?
Creepy ass neighbor
keeps coming in so we locked it.
What neighbor?
The one in the bathrobe
selling the Xbox.
Oh, right, yeah.
Scored on
three milligram tabs.
-Sweet. Yeah.
-You figure it out?
I'm not stupid.
Yes.
-Childproof.
-(speaking Spanish)
I mean, you do have a child,
so...
Pendejos.
Why are you so angry?
'Cause I don't want
to be here.
I don't want to be here.
I just want to get back
to the life we had in Sinaloa.
You have no idea.
You have no idea what kind
of life I was living there.
The clothes I had.
The--the furniture.
The--look at this place.
Look at me.
And my son, anything he wanted
his father got for him,
and now,
what are we sleeping in?
Some sleeping bag
in some shitty ass motel.
Oh, it's--
it's not that bad, yo.
That's easy for you to say.
You don't have kids.
No, my son is gonna have
a future.
In this world, you don't become
what you want to;
you become what you have to.
(knocking)
Where are my Benjamins at?
An Xbox like this
is hard to find.
You know I'm gonna have
your money.
-I need it today.
-Well, I don't have it today.
By tonight I'll have this shit
I'm working on sold,
you'll have your money.
(sighs)
You know, 11C is interested.
(chuckles)
Oh, my God.
Don't be so dramatic, Hector.
It's a used Xbox with a left
trigger jam from Sriracha.
I'm just saying,
I got options.
Anyone can make
methamphetamines.
Using items that can be
purchased in your local store,
it's really not as hard
as it looks.
We're working today
with three milligram tablets.
This is the stuff
that holds the pill together.
The goal of this process
is to extract
the pure pseudoephedrine
from cold tablets.
The tools we're using are crude
but dangerous.
Methyl alcohol
from gasoline additives,
ether from spray cans,
and lithium from batteries.
Ingredients for making meth
are legal, inexpensive,
and easily available.
Ha. It's dissolving into
the ether layer, see that?
He's right.
It's as easy as making cookies.
Why are you telling me this
like it was your idea, Ricardo?
Now that you've seen
my meth tutorial,
subscribe to my channel
to learn how to make LSD
from backyard pool chemicals.
So simple.
(dramatic music)
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This is it.
Now we wait.
Oh, yeah.
Texas, man.
Let's do this.
I'm psyched to do this.
I'll be psyched when we unload
this and we're on our way home.
Uh, he doesn't like people
touching his bag.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
-They're here.
-Okay.
All right,
this is the tracker.
When you're ready,
you take it out.
Just holding the edges,
don't touch it flat on.
The charge lasts two hours.
Where do you get this?
You can get anything
on the black market these days
if you can afford it.
All right,
you should go.
(car beeping)
(dramatic music)
Pull the car over.
(phone line trilling)
(speaking Spanish)
CAMILA (over phone): Estas solo?
Si.
So I was sitting thinking
that ever since you left,
things have been
happening to me.
Bad luck.
CAMILA (over phone): What if
you did tell him, Cesar?
That you're taking drugs
from Colombia behind his back?
And you're three times bigger
than he knows?
That you hide that puta,
ridiculing him with your team?
That you plan on
taking him over?
You tell me.
If I had told him,
he'd kill you.
And you know that.
CAMILA (over phone): Yeah.
I'm in a bit of trouble.
And I'm beginning to think
he's encouraging it.
The shipment's lost.
From Mexico, from Colombia.
Everyone seems to be
messing with my business.
Eric el Cabron is stepping
all over me,
and Epifanio hasn't done
anything about it.
You know, Cesar, there are
lots of ways to kill someone.
CAMILA (over phone):
Destroying my business.
Making me go back to Mexico.
Back to him...
that would be death to me.
If he is behind these things,
I don't know anything
about it.
Sometimes bad luck
is just bad luck.
Yeah, that may be so.
But my instincts
are seldom wrong.
If he found out something,
he may also know that
you hid something from him
when you were here.
(speaking Spanish)
(dramatic music)
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(camera shutter clicking)
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(phone vibrating)
James.
What's up, man?
John, you in yet?
Yeah, man, we made it.
JAMES (over phone):
Welcome to town, bud.
-How was your flight?
-It was good, good.
Where are y'all staying?
We're close.
In the city.
JAMES (over phone): Nice.
-Hey, it's all gonna be cool?
It's gonna be all good,
brother.
Thanks for reaching out,
man.
We are psyched
about getting this deal done.
JAMES (over phone):
All business. I like that.
JAMES (over phone): Listen,
I thought we'd meet
at this place I know.
Hey, you know, I think
I'd like to be the one
to pick the place out
when that time comes,
if that's all right?
JAMES (over phone): No problem.
It's just, I thought,
I know Texas.
Us Broward County boys,
we did our homework, too.
We know all about Texas.
I'll pick a spot
and give you a call.
JAMES (over phone):
Sounds good.
I want you to be as
comfortable as possible here.
Yeah, we'll be in touch.
(dramatic music)
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(elevator dings)
¶ ¶
(phone vibrates)
So everything's cool?
I had to set some boundaries,
tell him what's up.
But that's how it's done though,
right?
That's right.
(chuckles)
¶ ¶
(both speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(both speaking Spanish)
Si.
I now know your name.
The people I work for
can find you and your family.
So you have to be quiet
and do what I say.
Okay?
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
TERESA (over phone):
They're in room 1208.
Okay, you're looking
for a black suitcase.
Take off your clothes.
I'm just down the hall.
If you scream...
I'll hear you.
Just do what I say
and nothing will happen to you.
Okay?
(suspenseful music)
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Where are those
goddamn Tums?
Jesus, Reggie,
it's gonna be fine.
No, what my brother
needs to realize
is we're not running
reverse-mortgage scams
on retirees in North Lauderdale
with our dad.
-These people are serious, man.
-He knows.
I'm serious.
That's why he brought me.
Grow a dick.
(knocking)
Housekeeping.
(electronic chirping)
Wait, what'd he say?
Well, what'd you tell him?
I'm sorry, I knocked.
I can come back later.
That's okay.
Come on in.
It's okay.
Sorry, Sue,
go ahead, babe.
Yes, I promise I'll call her.
I double promise.
Two vodkas.
(indistinct chatter)
Why the shit is that guy
staring at me for?
Why's he staring at me, man?
¶ ¶
Are you Reggie?
Yeah.
Who are you?
He asked you what your name was,
Sancho.
My name is not important,
but my message is.
Yeah, what's that?
Go back to Florida.
Because if you're thinking
about doing a deal
with Camila Vargas,
that's gonna be a problem
for other people
who control this territory.
And, amigo?
You don't want to be a problem
for other people.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
No one's doing any deal.
Just want to get a drink.
Going home.
That's it.
I'm done, I'm done.
Nope.
Nah, I'm gonna be outta here
before you know it.
(chuckles)
Yeah, Reggie's Reggie.
What do you expect?
He shits himself
first sign of rain.
Hey.
Can you bring more shampoo?
Sure.
What's wrong?
(phone rings)
What's up, John?
Slow down, slow down.
He was Mexican, and he said
we better go back to Florida.
-Slow down, slow down.
-He knew our names.
Well, at least he knew
my brother's name.
-What'd he look like?
-He had two prison tats
-under his eyes, tear drops.
-How'd this guy know, man?
REGGIE (over phone):
They must've been following us
from the get-go,
from the airport.
Wait--wait a sec.
Did the guy have, like,
these beady little eyes
that look like two piss holes
in the snow?
-Beady eyes?
-Beady eyes.
-What, you know him?
-Yeah, it's the Jimenez cartel.
The Jimenez cartel?
What the shit do they have
anything to do with this?
JAMES (over phone): Relax.
He's just trying to scare you.
They're trying to make problems
for us, not you.
JAMES (over phone): You're in
our territory and they know it.
I don't know how they know
you're here.
Maybe one of your guys
in Florida opened his mouth.
Who knows?
It's gonna be okay.
Just call me
when you're ready to leave
and let's get this shit done.
(phone beeps)
What?
(dramatic music)
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Maria?
Oh, shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
(grunts)
(grunting)
No!
(speaking Spanish)
No! No! No!
(both speaking Spanish)
I'm not who you think I am,
okay?
I'm not gonna kill you.
You just need to do
what I say.
(breathing heavily)
Okay, this will be over soon.
You're never gonna see me again.
Just come on up.
Bueno.
Come on, I'll put you
back here.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Okay, hang on.
Oye.
How much longer
is this gonna be?
About half an hour or so,
give or take.
Is it gonna be ready tonight?
'Cause I got a guy on the phone
that wants everything
we got.
Everything?
Who do you think you're dealing
with, a pinche school kid?
-Yeah, we'll be ready.
-Jesus.
Smells like chemicals
so bad in here.
Yeah, it's supposed to.
Drugs are chemicals.
Trust me.
No, I know what
I'm doing.
-(grunts)
-Oh!
What?
What are you doing?
Oh, my God!
Cabron!
(speaking Spanish)
Here.
Oy.
(gasps)
Hey, cabron.
-(speaking Spanish)
-(coughs)
Ah!
Pull right over
and wait.
The meter's gotta stay on.
Did I say it didn't?
Shit.
Open the trunk.
Oh, you're alive.
Oh, not funny.
Jesus.
-Good to see you, John.
-You too.
-It's Reggie, right?
-That's right.
James, thanks for hooking
this up.
-Yeah.
-This is Wendle.
Good to meet you.
Flaco.
This is my chemist.
He's gonna be testing
what you got.
Sounds good.
Let's do it.
(tense music)
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It's got no markings.
Where'd you get it from?
Some Cuban bought
a stolen boat off us.
Double what we were asking,
but we had to take payment
in coke.
To be honest, I think he might
have been a dirty Fed.
Good shit.
That's right, I told you.
He said it was the best.
Those dirty Feds,
they always got the best dope.
Do you, uh, mind if we
check out the money?
Yeah, of course.
Wow.
(chuckles)
Yes.
Gentlemen.
All right.
It's a good deal.
-Thank you, thank you.
-Yeah.
So I'll see you
at Lorenzo's next bash.
Only if you bring
that redhead.
Remember her?
The one with that ass.
I do remember it.
I married her.
No shit?
I'll see you, John.
Oh, hey, you find
any more shit that good--
You'll be my first call.
Thank you again.
(tense music)
¶ ¶
Am I getting whacked?
No, I'm just feeling
paranoid today.
In person, I feel safe.
Well, I made
the trawler purchase.
Ink's almost dry.
Went very smooth.
Good.
What?
Well, I know no one
can trace it back to me,
but what about you?
What do you mean?
I told you
I had my husband handled.
Yes, and I said
the best swimmers drown
and you told me
I was being paranoid.
Well, I think my husband's
messing with me.
And if I'm right about that,
he could know many things.
Maybe even what we're doing.
So here's what I want you
to do.
You're gonna use
one of your colleagues,
someone who's sloppy,
overconfident.
Someone who wouldn't notice
if his name is used
to file the document.
And then, you're gonna pull out
the documents you already filed.
And you're gonna re-file them
under this person's name.
-No.
-Yes.
No, I was clear.
I told you
I didn't want my hands dirty.
Well, they sure will get dirty
when you're digging your way out
of one of my husband's graves.
Better your colleague than you.
At least I'd rather see it
unfold that way.
Well, thank you.
I'm not saying it is that way.
I'm saying it could be.
Do you have any idea
what you're asking me to do?
This is my career.
Well, with great risks
come great rewards.
I see in you a man
that takes what he wants.
I saw that ever since
I first saw you.
And I liked it.
But it's not for me
I'm asking you to do this.
It's for you.
So you can protect yourself.
So why do I have the feeling
that one of the goals
of this entire thing is getting
me to cross the line for you?
Come on.
No one's that good.
I feel sorry for your husband.
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
(phone line trilling)
Hello?
Part one's done.
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(beeping)
(phone line trilling)
FLACO (on phone): Yeah.
They're getting on
the on-ramp now.
FLACO (on phone):
I see them ahead.
(sighing)
Give it to me, Reg.
Huh?
(gasping)
Holy shit!
Son of a bitch!
(explosion booms)
(tires screeching)
(groaning)
(gunfire)
¶ ¶
Don't do it.
(gunshot)
¶ ¶
(gunfire)
(police sirens wailing)
James,
we have to get outta here.
(sirens wailing)
I'm leaving.
I'm gonna let her go.
We have trouble.
One of them's alive.
He got away.
Go back to his hotel room.
If he shows up,
keep him there.
Keep him here?
What do you mean keep him here?
He saw my face.
He knows.
You do not let him leave.
He can't leave.
(grunts)
(labored breathing)
(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
(sobbing)
Reggie.
(groans)
¶ ¶
(elevator dings)
(labored breathing)
(beep)
(groaning)
(heavy breathing)
Put the phone down.
(safety clicking)
Put the phone down.
You were in here before.
You're a part of this?
Oh, you don't know
how dead you are.
Stop talking.
Stop talking.
You understand me?
You're dead.
-Stop talking.
-You're dead.
All of you are dead!
-Stop talking.
-You have no idea
what kind of family
you just messed with.
Don't move.
Stop talking.
Look at you, you're so scared
you can barely hold the gun.
(laughing)
Look at you.
You're so scared you're shaking.
Listen to me.
Go, okay?
And I'll tell them
you never came back, just go.
Oh, I get it now.
You're scared
I'm gonna hurt you.
Oh, you're scared I'm gonna
grab that little short
and pull the trigger
before you get a shot off.
If that's what
you're thinking,
that's not what's gonna happen,
sweetheart.
I'm not gonna kill you;
I'm gonna let you go.
That's right, I'm gonna let you
walk your sweet little ass
out that door right--
right there.
You know why?
'Cause you remind me
of a story.
You ever heard of the story
of the great badass warrior
who kills everybody,
but he lets one warrior live...
Stop talking.
To go back to the tribe
and tell them all about the tale
and to warn their ass
that the badass
is coming for them next.
Just go.
That's you, sweetheart.
You are the survivor.
You can go back and tell them
that this badass
is coming for them.
Listen to me.
Just go.
I'm not gonna kill you.
I'm not gonna kill you.
-I swear.
-Don't move.
I never would kill you
in a million years.
I wouldn't do it.
(gunfire)
(dramatic music)
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(dramatic music)
¶ ¶
Hey!
Did you hear gunshots?
Yes, get back to your room.
He's bleeding out.
I'm trying to stop it,
but it just keeps coming.
Cops are coming from all sides.
I don't know which way to turn.
Get me out of here.
Fourth and Rivers.
Take McGregor.
(groans)
(beeping)
They're setting roadblocks
on Summet.
Hit the expressway.
You see it?
-Yeah.
-(groans)
-Shit, yeah.
-(groaning)
-We're out, we're out.
-(groaning)
FLACO (over phone):
We're out, we're out.
(dramatic music)
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(speaking Spanish)
Mom, there's
all kinds of polices
and fire departments outside.
I heard a guy got lit on fire.
What happened?
I don't know what happened.
I don't know what kind of locos
live here.
How was the Y?
It was great.
Where are you going?
Oh, the kid in 11C,
his uncle got him an Xbox.
Can I go?
(soft music)
¶ ¶
(heavy breathing)
(tires screeching)
Where is he?
Get in.
¶ ¶
Are you hurt?
Answer me,
are you hurt?
No.
What happened?
I shot him.
Is he dead?
Yeah.
(phone vibrating)
Yeah?
Do you have her?
I just got her.
She's all messed up.
We're coming back now.
Wipe your face.
(dramatic music)
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