Queen of the South (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - El Colgado - full transcript
On the run from hitmen in Malta, Teresa is helped by an old friend, whose intentions are anything but clear.
CAMILA: Previously on
Queen of the South...
Don't let our daughter
become you.
CAMILA: Don't.
-(grunts)
I want that bitch dead
just as much as you do.
Isabela, don't talk like that.
TERESA: After our shipment
comes in,
we'll have too much cash
to run with.
Oleg promised me a meeting
with the banker,
Rocco de la Peña,
who can help us launder it.
And for all my magic tricks,
I charge 5%.
Today I'm moving
30 kilos a week.
Do you want to wait
until I've doubled that
-to negotiate with me?
-Four points it is.
BOAZ: It's my business now.
The only reason I'm giving you
a cut is because Epifanio
was a gentleman.
You're not giving me anything.
I'm receiving a part of the cut
because I am the governor.
Devon, I need your help
to get the coke.
DEVON: The product has been
delivered in full.
James arranged it.
I have an offer to make.
Come work with us.
Ah.
We need their permission
to move on Boaz.
I want your focus on Teresa.
Put all your sicarios
on the ground in Valleta.
CAMILA: I want blood.
(explosion)
(tense music)
(tires squealing)
Get in the car.
Now!
*
(knocking)
MARK: Hey, come on in, buddy.
(laughs)
He's here, honey.
Honey, this is Trevor.
Pleased to meet you,
Mrs. Douglas.
Oh, call me Diane.
So good to finally meet you.
Ever since you started
at the plant,
all I hear about is
Trevor this and Trevor that.
Tell you the truth,
I was starting
to get a little jealous.
(laughs) Well, down at
the plant, all we ever hear
is how lucky this guy is
to have you.
(chuckles)
You're sweet.
Well, I hope you brought your
appetite with these flowers.
-Yes, ma'am.
MARK: Come on in.
Lord, we'd like to give thanks
for our meal
and for everyone gathered here.
We ask that You provide for all
those less fortunate than us.
And we ask that You bless this
food and our time together,
in Jesus' name.
ALL: Amen.
Looks beautiful.
So, Trevor,
Mark tells me you used to work
for a commodities broker.
That's right.
That sounds exciting.
Commodity training.
What's that like?
-(gunshot)
-(grunts)
(macaw caws)
(grunts)
It's murder.
Markets are volatile, and
the competition's cutthroat.
MARK:
Sounds like manufacturing.
At the end of the day,
it's all down
-to supply and demand, right?
-That's right.
DIANE: So tell us about
your family. Any siblings?
I had a little sister, but she
passed away when we were young.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
What about your folks?
Are they still with us?
It's just me.
Well, you should know that
everyone who sits at this table
is considered family.
Ladies,
why don't we show Trevor
how we welcome family
around this house?
I'll do it.
MARK: All right,
thank you, Suzie.
* This little light of mine
* I'm gonna let it shine
* This little light of mine
(echoing)
* I'm gonna let it shine
* Let it shine,
let it shine *
-* Let it shine
-(tense music)
*
(tires squealing)
-What are you doing here?
-Not now.
Where are they?
I don't know.
I can't see them.
Then maybe we lost them.
(engines revving)
*
I guess not.
(gunshots)
(tires squealing)
*
Watch it.
(man yelling)
(tires squealing)
JAMES: Oh, shit.
Teresa, get down.
(machine guns firing)
*
(moaning)
(cell phone buzzing)
(grunts)
Ah.
Diga.
TERESA (over phone): Pote.
WOMAN: (gasps, grunts)
What's wrong?
Are you all right?
They found us.
POTE: Where are you?
-I'll come to you.
TERESA: No, there's no time.
JAMES: Hold on.
-Who's that?
TERESA: I can't explain now.
Meet me
at the safe house, okay?
Teresita...
I'll see you there.
*
Ciao.
Give me your gun.
Give me your gun.
Hurry.
(gunfire)
(gasps)
*
(gunshots)
*
Hang on.
TERESA: (grunts)
*
(yelling)
*
(horn honking)
MAN: Dispara, dispara.
-(gunshots)
-(overlapping yelling)
I just saved your life.
You want to save yours?
Turn left.
(dramatic music)
*
(introspective
acoustic guitar music)
*
(door clicks open)
*
Very impressive, Gobernadora.
When we're up and running,
we're gonna house
over 200 orphans.
A worthy tribute
to Epifanio.
Yes.
But is it enough
to silence our detractors?
It's a first step.
Second is to capture
Epifanio's killer.
We have her in our sights
in Malta.
My men are closing in
as we speak.
Good.
Tonight that dog is gonna
breathe her last breath.
And tomorrow we'll celebrate
with the opening
of the orphanage.
Yes, well, I suggest
we await confirmation
before celebrating.
CAMILA: We await nothing.
If she's in Malta,
it's already done.
(tense music)
*
(ominous music)
*
TERESA: How did you find me?
Would you mind pointing that
somewhere else?
Answer the question.
There's a contract out
on someone they call
"La Princesa."
I did some digging,
found out this princess
is moving
Bolivian coke.
So I followed the sicarios
hoping to help.
-That's bullshit.
-It's the truth.
Why would you do that?
The last time we met,
you offered me a partnership.
And you tried to kill me.
If I really wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead.
You know that.
Are you working for Camila?
-Parted ways a while back.
-Answer the question.
No, I'm not working for Camila.
I know you have another gun.
Give it to me.
*
Get out of the car.
-What are you doing?
-Do it slowly.
Get out.
*
Open the trunk.
*
Those are not for you.
Who, then?
I figured I had to subdue Pote
just to get a word in with you.
Get a zip tie.
(groans)
-Tie yourself up.
-(sighs) Teresa.
*
Get in.
It's not smart.
There are people after--
(gunshot)
(cheers and applause)
ANNOUNCER: (speaking Spanish)
(traditional Mexican music
playing)
(speaking Spanish)
(bull bellows)
BOAZ: Yeah!
Whoo!
(audience gasps)
That's what a campeón
looks like.
I've always admired
the courage of the matador.
Matador?
Matador?
I'm talking about the bull.
And he's killed
three matadors this month.
He's won me a lot of money.
So what do you
want to talk about,
without Camila?
Heroin.
I have a supplier
in Tamaulipas.
Take a look around, General.
This is my bullring.
I don't need to mess around
with selling chiva
when I wipe my ass
with $100 bills, papá.
Yes, but not before
Camila takes her cut.
My supplier will front us
all the heroin we need.
We send it north through our
regularly scheduled shipments.
I don't know.
As much as I hate giving
that bitch her pinch...
Did you know your familia
held a private meeting
with the Colombians yesterday?
Huh?
They didn't mention it.
And neither did she.
Do you think she's trying
to move against me?
Camila is like an alley cat.
And you know what they say...
That's why we need
to make our own moves.
When the heroin business
is up and running,
we won't need her or Reynaldo.
ANNOUNCER: (speaking Spanish)
Hmm.
(cheers and applause)
¿Así, Gobernadora?
Gracias.
Is that...
(chuckles)
Pablito.
Dad gave him to me
on my fifth birthday.
How'd you remember
what he looked like?
I'm the one
that picked him out.
I used to love that bear.
I slept with him every night
until I was 12.
Well, maybe now he can help
these poor children sleep,
hopefully feel safe.
What?
Something's different
about you.
You're, like,
glowing or something.
I'm just excited
about the opening.
(chuckles)
No, it's not that.
-Tell me.
-It's nothing.
You found her.
You found Teresa.
-Isabela.
-When is it happening?
When will she get
what's coming to her?
Tell me.
I have the right to know.
Today.
(foreboding music)
Good.
*
ANCHOR (on TV):
We have breaking news
regarding this morning's
bomb explosion in Valleta.
Eyewitnesses captured
footage of suspects
fleeing in a high-speed chase
that erupted in gunfire.
*
(cell phone buzzing)
Are you all right?
Where are you?
I'm okay.
I just got to the safe house.
POTE (over phone):
I stopped by the apartment
to grab our things.
How did you get away?
-James.
-What?
TERESA (over phone):
He's here. He helped me.
Is he working for Camila?
I don't know.
It doesn't make sense.
POTE: Where is he now?
In the trunk.
Attagirl.
I'm leaving now.
Keep him on ice
until I get there.
TERESA: Okay.
I'll see you soon.
*
(tense music)
*
(thump)
You have a beautiful family.
I am a blessed man,
indeed.
Here.
Speaking of which,
you have been a real godsend
to the company.
-Just doing my job.
-Oh, bullshit.
I've been watching you.
You know, Harold
is about to retire.
I've got my eye on you
for his position.
What?
No.
There must be other people
more qualified.
Hey, I believe in you, Trevor.
Besides, we're family now,
right?
(glasses clink)
GIRLS: Daddy.
-Hey.
Bedtime already?
(cell phone ringing)
-Come on, let go of me.
GIRL: Can we have a story?
MARK: Of course,
of course we can.
Just a second.
Ah.
Yeah.
DEVON (over phone):
How we looking in Texas?
JAMES (over phone):
We made a mistake.
This can't be the guy
who hijacked our shipment.
You're sure?
JAMES: I've searched every inch
of the office,
and I'm at the house now.
Can't find a single thing
that connects him.
It just doesn't fit.
Why take a chance?
Get it done.
Tonight.
JAMES: Did you hear
what I said?
I found nothing.
DEVON: Maybe he's just good
at covering his tracks.
Either way, we need
to mitigate our risks.
Otherwise, everything we've
built over the last four months
could be lost.
I know.
This one doesn't feel right.
DEVON: Feeling's got
nothing to do with it.
You want to run
your own outfit, get it done.
-Tonight.
-(line beeps)
Good night, Trevor.
(tense music)
*
Ah, you...
(scraping trunk)
*
*
(sighs)
*
ANCHOR (on TV): Without any
clear motives for the attack,
police are asking
the public
for help identifying
this woman.
She's a person of interest
and believed to be tied
to a high-speed chase
and gun battle
that followed
the attack on the café.
If you have any information
about her identity,
please call...
(groaning)
(grunting)
(coughs, gasps)
*
(spits)
(grunting)
(cell phone buzzing)
*
(gasping)
(gasps)
TERESA (over phone): Pote?
POTE (over phone): Teresa.
Pote, where are you?
I was being followed.
I had to double back,
lose the tail.
Police or Camila's people?
Camila's people.
*
We have to leave
this island tonight.
We can take
the ferry to Gozo.
Police will be
searching the ports.
Maybe it's better we lay low.
POTE: No. Listen to me.
I checked the ports.
It's all clear.
*
Are you sure?
POTE: You will not have
another chance.
It's now or never.
*
All right.
I'll see you there.
POTE: Yeah.
Be careful.
TERESA: You too.
(grunts, groans)
*
(phone clatters)
(gravel crunching)
(car doors open, close)
*
(car door opens)
*
*
MAN: Hey, hey.
Pilas, pilas.
*
(air hissing)
*
*
*
(breathing shakily)
*
(door clanks open)
(gunshots)
TERESA: Ah.
(grunts)
(gunshots)
*
Come on.
*
Aah!
(groans)
(crowbar thumps)
(panting)
(gunshots)
*
Whatever they're paying you,
I'll double it.
*
(grunting)
*
Ha!
MAN: (grunts)
-Are you hurt?
-I'm fine.
(radio static crackles,
radio beeps)
What's that?
It's a police scanner.
DISPATCHER (on radio):
Suspect vehicle located.
Tactical unit en route.
That's gonna be
a problem.
Come with me.
(lights buzzing)
(tense music)
(sirens wailing)
JAMES: They're gonna
search the building next.
We got to get out of here.
I'm gonna need my gun.
There's no shooting
your way out of this.
Look, you and I both know
our chances of surviving
are better
with a gun in my hand.
*
There's only one round.
Then you better aim good.
(cell phone buttons beeping)
(line trills)
(cell phone buzzing)
(women giggling)
I figured you'd be halfway
to Bolivia by now.
Have you seen the news?
ROCCO (over phone): Darling,
everyone's seen it.
That's why you
shouldn't be calling me.
TERESA (over phone):
The police are on their way,
and I know you have people
on your payroll.
If I go down, you don't collect
your commission.
You know how much money
you'd be losing?
(opera music playing)
Where are you now?
The Marsa industrial district.
ROCCO: Okay,
I'll see what I can do.
Let's go.
-Who was that?
-Rocco de la Peña.
You have a $10-million bounty
on your head,
and you just gave up
our location.
Don't need you to lecture me.
The last time I saw you,
you were shooting at me.
As I recall,
you and your merry men
attacked me
at the train depot.
The El Santo coke
belonged to me.
And it was for me to take.
No, you walked away
from the business.
Camila was trying to kill me,
and you betrayed me.
Uh, I didn't betray you.
I was protecting you.
I didn't want your protection.
And I don't trust you.
You don't trust me?
You're only alive
because of me.
No, I'm alive because of me.
Well, that's what you think.
You put a tracking device
in Tony's Gameboy
and sent sicarios after me.
Do you not remember that?
I tried to make Camila
let you go.
That's why I wasn't
at the cabin.
She didn't trust me
to kill you.
Why should I believe you?
JAMES:
Since the first day we met,
I've been trying
to keep you alive.
And whether you want
to believe it or not,
I'm still trying to.
But you have to trust me.
You want me to trust you?
I don't even know you.
(explosion)
(suspenseful music)
*
(grunts)
(chuckles)
(grunts)
(grunts)
(grunts)
(groans)
*
-(Taser buzzing)
-(screaming)
*
(indistinct
police radio chatter)
Let's stick to the shadows.
Follow me.
*
(indistinct chatter)
*
Hold it.
*
JAMES: I guess
it could be worse.
We're going to prison.
JAMES: In Malta.
They serve French bread.
They teach yoga.
Are you kidding?
No, I saw it on CNN.
"Top ten places to do time."
Malta was number four.
Who was number one?
Sweden. The prisons
are like IKEA stores.
(chatter in foreign language
on radio)
I'd like to trust you.
But I barely know you.
I know how you shoot,
how you fight.
And maybe that's all there is.
Why is he turning
off the road?
TERESA: What's happening?
Where are you taking us?
(tense music)
*
SICARIO: Puto sicario.
(chuckles)
(grunts)
(yells)
(screams)
(spits)
*
(grunts)
(whimpering)
*
(chatter in foreign language
on radio)
*
Kill the engine.
You can let him go.
Teresa, I'm not going anywhere.
You can't help me.
I'm the one you want.
I'm Teresa Mendoza.
The bounty's for my head.
Just listen to me.
I'm begging you.
(grunts)
What are you waiting for,
theme music?
ROCCO: This is a jailbreak.
The lieutenant works for me.
Sorry he couldn't let you in
on our secret earlier,
but he couldn't risk
tipping his partner.
Well, his ex-partner.
*
I don't know how to thank you.
Teresa, you're not
out of the woods yet.
The governor of Sinaloa
is a very powerful enemy
with a very long reach.
(menacing music)
*
(cell phone beeps)
(line trills)
*
It's for you.
*
CAMILA (over phone):
You should have known
there's no place on Earth
you were safe from me.
When my men
are through with you,
you're gonna regret
the day you were born.
I only regret not killing you
along with Epifanio.
CAMILA: (chuckles)
Ay, Teresita.
That was always your problem.
You never knew
who to trust.
And there was only ever one way
for this to end for you.
(gunfire)
*
CORTEZ: So...is it done?
*
Rocco's sending souvenirs.
(chuckles)
The heads of your best men.
*
TERESA: I don't understand.
People like Camila
only understand
the language of death
and destruction.
She reached out
shortly after you.
I played along to protect you.
So now that I've done
what you asked for,
I believe a renegotiation
of our previous terms
would be in order,
hmm?
You want your 5%?
I think 6% would be fair,
given the circumstances.
Now, can we consummate?
-Yes.
-Good.
But first I need to find Pote.
(indistinct chatter)
ISABELA: Mom.
Everyone's waiting
for you to speak.
CAMILA: I can't.
(cheers and applause)
(sniffles)
(ominous music)
*
(tense music)
*
(solemn music)
*
(yelling)
It's okay.
It's okay. It's me.
It's Teresa.
Ah, it's okay.
Teres--Teresita.
It's okay.
I thought I lost you.
I'm not going any--anywhere.
(groans)
Gonna get you a doctor.
No, no.
No doctor.
Come here.
(grunts)
(groaning)
(panting)
I'm so sorry.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
-(sobbing)
-It's okay.
*
It's okay.
(sobbing)
It's okay.
(rooster crows)
(dog barking)
Ooh.
Mmm.
-Something smells delicious.
-It better.
It's the most expensive
carne asada we'll ever eat.
Lost his last bout.
Nothing left to do
but to eat him.
I have just the thing
to cheer you up.
Payment for our first
load of heroin.
Best part is,
no kickbacks to Camila.
No payments to Reynaldo.
(ominous music)
*
*
Is it true you made tacos
out of Batman?
*
Tasted just like tripas.
Hmm?
(chuckles)
You think that's funny?
Wait till you taste
the pozole recipe
I've got cooked up
for Camila.
I'll bring
the cilantro.
JAMES: (sighs)
(sniffs)
How is he?
Asleep for now.
You all right?
They tortured him
like an animal,
but he wouldn't
give me up.
He knows you'd do the same.
I'm not that strong.
Yeah, you are.
Men like Pote follow strength.
You're as strong as they come.
You proved that
last night.
Why did you come back?
Really?
JAMES: After I split
from Camila,
I was working
with Devon Finch.
It was good for a while.
Till someone hijacked
our shipment.
I hunted down
the people responsible, but...
There was one guy left
who Devon suspected.
He was an outlier.
I had my doubts, but...
Devon wanted him
taken out.
(grunts)
Stop struggling.
I don't want to hurt
your family.
(tense music)
(screams)
MARK: (coughing)
*
JAMES: When I looked into
that little girl's eyes...
*
You always said
there was a different way.
I never believed you.
But now...
I want to do things
differently.
So I'm asking you...
Please, let me in.
If we do this,
it's not a partnership.
You work for me.
(stirring electronic music)
*
You won't regret this.
You might.
(chuckles)
*
(dramatic music)
*
(film reel whirring)
(typewriter keys clacking)
Captioned by Captionmax
Queen of the South...
Don't let our daughter
become you.
CAMILA: Don't.
-(grunts)
I want that bitch dead
just as much as you do.
Isabela, don't talk like that.
TERESA: After our shipment
comes in,
we'll have too much cash
to run with.
Oleg promised me a meeting
with the banker,
Rocco de la Peña,
who can help us launder it.
And for all my magic tricks,
I charge 5%.
Today I'm moving
30 kilos a week.
Do you want to wait
until I've doubled that
-to negotiate with me?
-Four points it is.
BOAZ: It's my business now.
The only reason I'm giving you
a cut is because Epifanio
was a gentleman.
You're not giving me anything.
I'm receiving a part of the cut
because I am the governor.
Devon, I need your help
to get the coke.
DEVON: The product has been
delivered in full.
James arranged it.
I have an offer to make.
Come work with us.
Ah.
We need their permission
to move on Boaz.
I want your focus on Teresa.
Put all your sicarios
on the ground in Valleta.
CAMILA: I want blood.
(explosion)
(tense music)
(tires squealing)
Get in the car.
Now!
*
(knocking)
MARK: Hey, come on in, buddy.
(laughs)
He's here, honey.
Honey, this is Trevor.
Pleased to meet you,
Mrs. Douglas.
Oh, call me Diane.
So good to finally meet you.
Ever since you started
at the plant,
all I hear about is
Trevor this and Trevor that.
Tell you the truth,
I was starting
to get a little jealous.
(laughs) Well, down at
the plant, all we ever hear
is how lucky this guy is
to have you.
(chuckles)
You're sweet.
Well, I hope you brought your
appetite with these flowers.
-Yes, ma'am.
MARK: Come on in.
Lord, we'd like to give thanks
for our meal
and for everyone gathered here.
We ask that You provide for all
those less fortunate than us.
And we ask that You bless this
food and our time together,
in Jesus' name.
ALL: Amen.
Looks beautiful.
So, Trevor,
Mark tells me you used to work
for a commodities broker.
That's right.
That sounds exciting.
Commodity training.
What's that like?
-(gunshot)
-(grunts)
(macaw caws)
(grunts)
It's murder.
Markets are volatile, and
the competition's cutthroat.
MARK:
Sounds like manufacturing.
At the end of the day,
it's all down
-to supply and demand, right?
-That's right.
DIANE: So tell us about
your family. Any siblings?
I had a little sister, but she
passed away when we were young.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
What about your folks?
Are they still with us?
It's just me.
Well, you should know that
everyone who sits at this table
is considered family.
Ladies,
why don't we show Trevor
how we welcome family
around this house?
I'll do it.
MARK: All right,
thank you, Suzie.
* This little light of mine
* I'm gonna let it shine
* This little light of mine
(echoing)
* I'm gonna let it shine
* Let it shine,
let it shine *
-* Let it shine
-(tense music)
*
(tires squealing)
-What are you doing here?
-Not now.
Where are they?
I don't know.
I can't see them.
Then maybe we lost them.
(engines revving)
*
I guess not.
(gunshots)
(tires squealing)
*
Watch it.
(man yelling)
(tires squealing)
JAMES: Oh, shit.
Teresa, get down.
(machine guns firing)
*
(moaning)
(cell phone buzzing)
(grunts)
Ah.
Diga.
TERESA (over phone): Pote.
WOMAN: (gasps, grunts)
What's wrong?
Are you all right?
They found us.
POTE: Where are you?
-I'll come to you.
TERESA: No, there's no time.
JAMES: Hold on.
-Who's that?
TERESA: I can't explain now.
Meet me
at the safe house, okay?
Teresita...
I'll see you there.
*
Ciao.
Give me your gun.
Give me your gun.
Hurry.
(gunfire)
(gasps)
*
(gunshots)
*
Hang on.
TERESA: (grunts)
*
(yelling)
*
(horn honking)
MAN: Dispara, dispara.
-(gunshots)
-(overlapping yelling)
I just saved your life.
You want to save yours?
Turn left.
(dramatic music)
*
(introspective
acoustic guitar music)
*
(door clicks open)
*
Very impressive, Gobernadora.
When we're up and running,
we're gonna house
over 200 orphans.
A worthy tribute
to Epifanio.
Yes.
But is it enough
to silence our detractors?
It's a first step.
Second is to capture
Epifanio's killer.
We have her in our sights
in Malta.
My men are closing in
as we speak.
Good.
Tonight that dog is gonna
breathe her last breath.
And tomorrow we'll celebrate
with the opening
of the orphanage.
Yes, well, I suggest
we await confirmation
before celebrating.
CAMILA: We await nothing.
If she's in Malta,
it's already done.
(tense music)
*
(ominous music)
*
TERESA: How did you find me?
Would you mind pointing that
somewhere else?
Answer the question.
There's a contract out
on someone they call
"La Princesa."
I did some digging,
found out this princess
is moving
Bolivian coke.
So I followed the sicarios
hoping to help.
-That's bullshit.
-It's the truth.
Why would you do that?
The last time we met,
you offered me a partnership.
And you tried to kill me.
If I really wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead.
You know that.
Are you working for Camila?
-Parted ways a while back.
-Answer the question.
No, I'm not working for Camila.
I know you have another gun.
Give it to me.
*
Get out of the car.
-What are you doing?
-Do it slowly.
Get out.
*
Open the trunk.
*
Those are not for you.
Who, then?
I figured I had to subdue Pote
just to get a word in with you.
Get a zip tie.
(groans)
-Tie yourself up.
-(sighs) Teresa.
*
Get in.
It's not smart.
There are people after--
(gunshot)
(cheers and applause)
ANNOUNCER: (speaking Spanish)
(traditional Mexican music
playing)
(speaking Spanish)
(bull bellows)
BOAZ: Yeah!
Whoo!
(audience gasps)
That's what a campeón
looks like.
I've always admired
the courage of the matador.
Matador?
Matador?
I'm talking about the bull.
And he's killed
three matadors this month.
He's won me a lot of money.
So what do you
want to talk about,
without Camila?
Heroin.
I have a supplier
in Tamaulipas.
Take a look around, General.
This is my bullring.
I don't need to mess around
with selling chiva
when I wipe my ass
with $100 bills, papá.
Yes, but not before
Camila takes her cut.
My supplier will front us
all the heroin we need.
We send it north through our
regularly scheduled shipments.
I don't know.
As much as I hate giving
that bitch her pinch...
Did you know your familia
held a private meeting
with the Colombians yesterday?
Huh?
They didn't mention it.
And neither did she.
Do you think she's trying
to move against me?
Camila is like an alley cat.
And you know what they say...
That's why we need
to make our own moves.
When the heroin business
is up and running,
we won't need her or Reynaldo.
ANNOUNCER: (speaking Spanish)
Hmm.
(cheers and applause)
¿Así, Gobernadora?
Gracias.
Is that...
(chuckles)
Pablito.
Dad gave him to me
on my fifth birthday.
How'd you remember
what he looked like?
I'm the one
that picked him out.
I used to love that bear.
I slept with him every night
until I was 12.
Well, maybe now he can help
these poor children sleep,
hopefully feel safe.
What?
Something's different
about you.
You're, like,
glowing or something.
I'm just excited
about the opening.
(chuckles)
No, it's not that.
-Tell me.
-It's nothing.
You found her.
You found Teresa.
-Isabela.
-When is it happening?
When will she get
what's coming to her?
Tell me.
I have the right to know.
Today.
(foreboding music)
Good.
*
ANCHOR (on TV):
We have breaking news
regarding this morning's
bomb explosion in Valleta.
Eyewitnesses captured
footage of suspects
fleeing in a high-speed chase
that erupted in gunfire.
*
(cell phone buzzing)
Are you all right?
Where are you?
I'm okay.
I just got to the safe house.
POTE (over phone):
I stopped by the apartment
to grab our things.
How did you get away?
-James.
-What?
TERESA (over phone):
He's here. He helped me.
Is he working for Camila?
I don't know.
It doesn't make sense.
POTE: Where is he now?
In the trunk.
Attagirl.
I'm leaving now.
Keep him on ice
until I get there.
TERESA: Okay.
I'll see you soon.
*
(tense music)
*
(thump)
You have a beautiful family.
I am a blessed man,
indeed.
Here.
Speaking of which,
you have been a real godsend
to the company.
-Just doing my job.
-Oh, bullshit.
I've been watching you.
You know, Harold
is about to retire.
I've got my eye on you
for his position.
What?
No.
There must be other people
more qualified.
Hey, I believe in you, Trevor.
Besides, we're family now,
right?
(glasses clink)
GIRLS: Daddy.
-Hey.
Bedtime already?
(cell phone ringing)
-Come on, let go of me.
GIRL: Can we have a story?
MARK: Of course,
of course we can.
Just a second.
Ah.
Yeah.
DEVON (over phone):
How we looking in Texas?
JAMES (over phone):
We made a mistake.
This can't be the guy
who hijacked our shipment.
You're sure?
JAMES: I've searched every inch
of the office,
and I'm at the house now.
Can't find a single thing
that connects him.
It just doesn't fit.
Why take a chance?
Get it done.
Tonight.
JAMES: Did you hear
what I said?
I found nothing.
DEVON: Maybe he's just good
at covering his tracks.
Either way, we need
to mitigate our risks.
Otherwise, everything we've
built over the last four months
could be lost.
I know.
This one doesn't feel right.
DEVON: Feeling's got
nothing to do with it.
You want to run
your own outfit, get it done.
-Tonight.
-(line beeps)
Good night, Trevor.
(tense music)
*
Ah, you...
(scraping trunk)
*
*
(sighs)
*
ANCHOR (on TV): Without any
clear motives for the attack,
police are asking
the public
for help identifying
this woman.
She's a person of interest
and believed to be tied
to a high-speed chase
and gun battle
that followed
the attack on the café.
If you have any information
about her identity,
please call...
(groaning)
(grunting)
(coughs, gasps)
*
(spits)
(grunting)
(cell phone buzzing)
*
(gasping)
(gasps)
TERESA (over phone): Pote?
POTE (over phone): Teresa.
Pote, where are you?
I was being followed.
I had to double back,
lose the tail.
Police or Camila's people?
Camila's people.
*
We have to leave
this island tonight.
We can take
the ferry to Gozo.
Police will be
searching the ports.
Maybe it's better we lay low.
POTE: No. Listen to me.
I checked the ports.
It's all clear.
*
Are you sure?
POTE: You will not have
another chance.
It's now or never.
*
All right.
I'll see you there.
POTE: Yeah.
Be careful.
TERESA: You too.
(grunts, groans)
*
(phone clatters)
(gravel crunching)
(car doors open, close)
*
(car door opens)
*
*
MAN: Hey, hey.
Pilas, pilas.
*
(air hissing)
*
*
*
(breathing shakily)
*
(door clanks open)
(gunshots)
TERESA: Ah.
(grunts)
(gunshots)
*
Come on.
*
Aah!
(groans)
(crowbar thumps)
(panting)
(gunshots)
*
Whatever they're paying you,
I'll double it.
*
(grunting)
*
Ha!
MAN: (grunts)
-Are you hurt?
-I'm fine.
(radio static crackles,
radio beeps)
What's that?
It's a police scanner.
DISPATCHER (on radio):
Suspect vehicle located.
Tactical unit en route.
That's gonna be
a problem.
Come with me.
(lights buzzing)
(tense music)
(sirens wailing)
JAMES: They're gonna
search the building next.
We got to get out of here.
I'm gonna need my gun.
There's no shooting
your way out of this.
Look, you and I both know
our chances of surviving
are better
with a gun in my hand.
*
There's only one round.
Then you better aim good.
(cell phone buttons beeping)
(line trills)
(cell phone buzzing)
(women giggling)
I figured you'd be halfway
to Bolivia by now.
Have you seen the news?
ROCCO (over phone): Darling,
everyone's seen it.
That's why you
shouldn't be calling me.
TERESA (over phone):
The police are on their way,
and I know you have people
on your payroll.
If I go down, you don't collect
your commission.
You know how much money
you'd be losing?
(opera music playing)
Where are you now?
The Marsa industrial district.
ROCCO: Okay,
I'll see what I can do.
Let's go.
-Who was that?
-Rocco de la Peña.
You have a $10-million bounty
on your head,
and you just gave up
our location.
Don't need you to lecture me.
The last time I saw you,
you were shooting at me.
As I recall,
you and your merry men
attacked me
at the train depot.
The El Santo coke
belonged to me.
And it was for me to take.
No, you walked away
from the business.
Camila was trying to kill me,
and you betrayed me.
Uh, I didn't betray you.
I was protecting you.
I didn't want your protection.
And I don't trust you.
You don't trust me?
You're only alive
because of me.
No, I'm alive because of me.
Well, that's what you think.
You put a tracking device
in Tony's Gameboy
and sent sicarios after me.
Do you not remember that?
I tried to make Camila
let you go.
That's why I wasn't
at the cabin.
She didn't trust me
to kill you.
Why should I believe you?
JAMES:
Since the first day we met,
I've been trying
to keep you alive.
And whether you want
to believe it or not,
I'm still trying to.
But you have to trust me.
You want me to trust you?
I don't even know you.
(explosion)
(suspenseful music)
*
(grunts)
(chuckles)
(grunts)
(grunts)
(grunts)
(groans)
*
-(Taser buzzing)
-(screaming)
*
(indistinct
police radio chatter)
Let's stick to the shadows.
Follow me.
*
(indistinct chatter)
*
Hold it.
*
JAMES: I guess
it could be worse.
We're going to prison.
JAMES: In Malta.
They serve French bread.
They teach yoga.
Are you kidding?
No, I saw it on CNN.
"Top ten places to do time."
Malta was number four.
Who was number one?
Sweden. The prisons
are like IKEA stores.
(chatter in foreign language
on radio)
I'd like to trust you.
But I barely know you.
I know how you shoot,
how you fight.
And maybe that's all there is.
Why is he turning
off the road?
TERESA: What's happening?
Where are you taking us?
(tense music)
*
SICARIO: Puto sicario.
(chuckles)
(grunts)
(yells)
(screams)
(spits)
*
(grunts)
(whimpering)
*
(chatter in foreign language
on radio)
*
Kill the engine.
You can let him go.
Teresa, I'm not going anywhere.
You can't help me.
I'm the one you want.
I'm Teresa Mendoza.
The bounty's for my head.
Just listen to me.
I'm begging you.
(grunts)
What are you waiting for,
theme music?
ROCCO: This is a jailbreak.
The lieutenant works for me.
Sorry he couldn't let you in
on our secret earlier,
but he couldn't risk
tipping his partner.
Well, his ex-partner.
*
I don't know how to thank you.
Teresa, you're not
out of the woods yet.
The governor of Sinaloa
is a very powerful enemy
with a very long reach.
(menacing music)
*
(cell phone beeps)
(line trills)
*
It's for you.
*
CAMILA (over phone):
You should have known
there's no place on Earth
you were safe from me.
When my men
are through with you,
you're gonna regret
the day you were born.
I only regret not killing you
along with Epifanio.
CAMILA: (chuckles)
Ay, Teresita.
That was always your problem.
You never knew
who to trust.
And there was only ever one way
for this to end for you.
(gunfire)
*
CORTEZ: So...is it done?
*
Rocco's sending souvenirs.
(chuckles)
The heads of your best men.
*
TERESA: I don't understand.
People like Camila
only understand
the language of death
and destruction.
She reached out
shortly after you.
I played along to protect you.
So now that I've done
what you asked for,
I believe a renegotiation
of our previous terms
would be in order,
hmm?
You want your 5%?
I think 6% would be fair,
given the circumstances.
Now, can we consummate?
-Yes.
-Good.
But first I need to find Pote.
(indistinct chatter)
ISABELA: Mom.
Everyone's waiting
for you to speak.
CAMILA: I can't.
(cheers and applause)
(sniffles)
(ominous music)
*
(tense music)
*
(solemn music)
*
(yelling)
It's okay.
It's okay. It's me.
It's Teresa.
Ah, it's okay.
Teres--Teresita.
It's okay.
I thought I lost you.
I'm not going any--anywhere.
(groans)
Gonna get you a doctor.
No, no.
No doctor.
Come here.
(grunts)
(groaning)
(panting)
I'm so sorry.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
-(sobbing)
-It's okay.
*
It's okay.
(sobbing)
It's okay.
(rooster crows)
(dog barking)
Ooh.
Mmm.
-Something smells delicious.
-It better.
It's the most expensive
carne asada we'll ever eat.
Lost his last bout.
Nothing left to do
but to eat him.
I have just the thing
to cheer you up.
Payment for our first
load of heroin.
Best part is,
no kickbacks to Camila.
No payments to Reynaldo.
(ominous music)
*
*
Is it true you made tacos
out of Batman?
*
Tasted just like tripas.
Hmm?
(chuckles)
You think that's funny?
Wait till you taste
the pozole recipe
I've got cooked up
for Camila.
I'll bring
the cilantro.
JAMES: (sighs)
(sniffs)
How is he?
Asleep for now.
You all right?
They tortured him
like an animal,
but he wouldn't
give me up.
He knows you'd do the same.
I'm not that strong.
Yeah, you are.
Men like Pote follow strength.
You're as strong as they come.
You proved that
last night.
Why did you come back?
Really?
JAMES: After I split
from Camila,
I was working
with Devon Finch.
It was good for a while.
Till someone hijacked
our shipment.
I hunted down
the people responsible, but...
There was one guy left
who Devon suspected.
He was an outlier.
I had my doubts, but...
Devon wanted him
taken out.
(grunts)
Stop struggling.
I don't want to hurt
your family.
(tense music)
(screams)
MARK: (coughing)
*
JAMES: When I looked into
that little girl's eyes...
*
You always said
there was a different way.
I never believed you.
But now...
I want to do things
differently.
So I'm asking you...
Please, let me in.
If we do this,
it's not a partnership.
You work for me.
(stirring electronic music)
*
You won't regret this.
You might.
(chuckles)
*
(dramatic music)
*
(film reel whirring)
(typewriter keys clacking)
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