.
TERESA: Previously
on Queen of the South...
30,000 square feet
of commercial property.
Our future.
You're wanting to build a mall?
I wanted to own
legal businesses.
If we make more money,
we can buy more real estate.
Then we won't have
to work with people
like Castel and Boaz,
who even murdered
their own family.
LAFAYETTE: I've known
Mr. Boucher here
for many years.
(straining and gurgling)
What do you want for this?
I want the money
you offered Boucher.
Consider it
an operating tax.
This is my town.
You're family to me.
I love you; I do.
I trusted you.
TERESA: You were right.
It's her.
She's the mole.
(gunshot)
-Ugh!
-Oh!
(gunshot)
-Ah!
-Pote?
Pote?
-Tony?
-No, what are you doing?
She's with me.
-Ugh!
-You're supposed to be dead.
I know, and please
let me explain.
-Why did he let you live?
-I don't know.
POTE: Without you,
I wouldn't be here.
KELLY ANNE: Likewise.
TERESA: How do you feel
about Miami?
-What's not to like?
-I would like you to run it.
(groaning)
LAFAYETTE: René was like
a son to me.
Whoever did this will pay.
I killed René.
The judge's nephew.
I'm open to mending fences
once you hand your man
over to me.
TERESA: If you trusted me,
I could've protected you,
but now I can't.
(groans)
-Ah!
-(groaning and straining)
Randall!
Judge is down,
but he's not out.
If he loses his power,
he's just a man.
LAFAYETTE: My son.
(breath hitching)
Son?
God, what have I done?
(cries)
Phoenix is ours.
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
-This is where I get off.
-I'm gonna miss you.
Teresa will be safe
as long as she's useful to us.
You, on the other hand,
you're a liability.
You come with us
so you won't be able
to drag her down with you.
GEORGE: We just
took over Miami.
Why move so fast
with the Russians?
If we expand with Kostya
as our partner,
we will be seen as strong.
You have a good reputation,
Teresa Mendoza.
I'd be happy
to have a new partner.
Me too.
So we're in business
with Kostya?
For better or for worse.
(speaking Spanish)
-I'm driving?
-It's your car.
(engine turns over)
Tony!
Judge came by my office today.
Teresa, he wants you dead.
I just want you to know...
I'm all in.
Lafayette killed Tony.
(speaks Spanish)
(intense music)
♪ ♪
-(groans)
-George, call a doctor.
James, what happened to you?
They're coming for you.
(dramatic percussion)
(soft dramatic choral music)
♪ ♪
(Teresa breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
TERESA: There was a time
when I was always
running for my life.
Being chased.
Barely surviving.
Now, I'm the one
who does the hunting...
♪ ♪
(intense music)
♪ ♪
(sirens wailing)
(pants)
♪ ♪
(breathing heavily)
(gunshots)
♪ ♪
(gunshots)
♪ ♪
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
(door handle clicks)
♪ ♪
TERESA: You think you're safe
because you're on
the top of the world
and you're no longer the prey.
♪ ♪
Then one day,
you realize
there's a bigger, badder wolf
lurking around the corner.
(unsettling vocal music)
♪ ♪
And you will have
to ask yourself...
will you go back to running?
Being chased?
Barely surviving?
(gunshot)
♪ ♪
I know my answer.
What's yours?
(intense dramatic chords)
♪ ♪
(somber music)
♪ ♪
LAFAYETTE: I heard a commotion
out in my greenhouse.
About what time was that?
I don't know.
I say around 5:00?
It--it was still dark out.
I went to investigate
and came upon my son
struggling with an intruder.
I rushed back to the house
to get my gun, but...
Wasn't in my safe.
I...forgot I had put it
in my desk drawer.
(soft dramatic music)
By the time I returned...
It was too late.
The intruder...
Had killed Davis
and fled.
Your Honor,
the officers on the scene
didn't find any evidence
of forced entry.
We took a look
at your security systems,
and seems your cameras
malfunctioned
on the day of.
Something's not adding up.
(metal clanking)
(metal banging)
DETECTIVE: Your wife died
under similar circumstances
and your son
had a history
of being institutionalized.
I will not allow you to speak
about my family this way.
What in God's name
are you alleging, Detective?
This is not an allegation.
I'm simply stating a fact.
Your son's wounds
were self-inflicted.
GAMBLE: When did you
get certified
as a medical examiner,
Detective?
Captain Gamble,
I didn't realize
you were assigned to the case.
Answer the question.
♪ ♪
I spoke with the medical
examiner this morning.
Hmm.
Well, I just came
from her office.
She's revised her statement.
LAFAYETTE: Eli...
Thank you for coming.
I'm sorry for your loss, Judge.
How you holding up?
"To weep is to make less
the depth of grief."
♪ ♪
Judge Lafayette...
is the sole witness
to his son's murder.
I'd advise you
to adjust your tone, Detective.
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
I'm sorry, Your Honor.
I was just doing
my due diligence.
Of course.
GAMBLE: All right, Cecil,
you don't have to worry now.
I'll be overseeing
this investigation
from here on out.
Now...
where were you?
Judge Lafayette
witnessed his son
struggling with an intruder.
GAMBLE: So what
are you waiting for?
Let's get a BOLO out.
♪ ♪
You get a good look
at him, Cecil?
Oh, I most certainly did.
♪ ♪
(footsteps approaching)
Hey, Teresa,
you've gotta come see this.
Come on.
NEWS REPORTER: To recap,
there is a manhunt underway
for a suspect in last night's
alleged murder
of Davis Lafayette,
son of Honorable Judge
Cecil Lafayette.
The suspect
is the reputed head
of a New Orleans
crime syndicate
known to local law enforcement
as Marcel William Dumas.
Authorities warn
that he is considered
armed and dangerous.
(sighs)
(phone buttons beeping)
(line trilling)
(stomps)
Marcel isn't answering.
You think the cops
already picked him up?
Not yet.
He went underground
and no one knows where.
We need to find him
before Lafayette does.
Well, we're busy
protecting ourselves.
He's our ally.
We need to find him.
This doesn't make
any sense.
Why would the Judge
want to frame Dumas?
Because Dumas chose me
over him.
He feels betrayed.
That's why he's going
after him.
Found this...
In James's car.
Phone tracker?
And a jammer.
What is James doing
with all this stuff?
Maybe he's the one
that's coming after us.
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
(wind chimes jingling)
.
(soft suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
Where am I?
TERESA: You're in a safe house.
We had a doctor come here
to operate on you.
The bullet didn't hit
any vital organs.
You're lucky.
(groans)
I don't feel lucky.
Well, you are.
You should be back on your feet
in a couple of days.
GEORGE: Before you start
drawing any bubble baths
or making PB&Js,
I got a few questions
for you, "007."
I can explain.
POTE: First things first.
Who's coming after Teresa?
I don't know who they are.
Just that you've been targeted.
I was working with Devon Finch.
How could you go back to him
after everything he's done?
I had no choice.
If I didn't pay off the debt,
he'd keep coming.
So I made a deal.
As long as I worked with him,
he'd stay away
from your organization.
-You'd be safe.
-POTE: Safe?
The last time Teresa saw Finch,
he bombed El Santo's compound,
almost killing her!
Devon is a CIA agent.
No, technically he's
a contractor for the agency.
Do you work for him?
He finally cut me loose
after a job in Venezuela.
It was more complicated
than usual.
So as a parting gift,
he tipped me about a kill team
heading to New Orleans for you.
GEORGE: So he knew about
the hit, but not the players?
(chuckles)
I don't buy it.
JAMES: It was just chatter
on the wire.
Devon had one lead.
A satellite phone.
I traced it to a building
in the Warehouse District,
broke in, found surveillance
photos of you.
Then the kill team came back,
got a drop on me.
I took one of them out,
but barely escaped.
Look at you, Houdini.
Teresa, you need to disappear
while we find out
who contracted them.
We don't have much time.
POTE: Easy, easy.
You just had surgery, cabrón.
TERESA: He's right.
You need to rest.
(exhales)
No one knows
about this safe house.
It will buy us time.
She's with us now.
She's my lawyer.
And she's family.
(chuckles nervously)
Thank you for not murdering me.
You're welcome.
How did you get back here?
It's a long story.
I'll tell you sometime.
Why did you do it?
I mean, I'm--I'm glad you
let me live, but...
why?
I knew you didn't mean
to betray her.
You were scared and high
and not thinking straight.
(chuckles)
I'm sober now.
And you gave me
a second chance.
That's good to hear.
It must've been hard
to regain Teresa's trust.
(scoffs) Yeah.
I mean, it was touch and go
there for a while, but...
We're good now.
And like Pote said,
we're family.
(sighs)
Proves I was right.
If I'd have taken the order,
a lot of people
would've regretted it.
Well...
if you plan on
sticking around,
you just need to remember
that Teresa's the boss.
So next time she gives
you an order...
You'd better follow it.
(tense music)
♪ ♪
GEORGE: Do I gotta remind
everyone
that James has been MIA
for a year?
He's got a history with Camila.
Now the CIA.
Neither one
of those two entities
are known for being
paragons of trust, all right?
My hackles are at 90 degrees
right now.
Well, someone shot James.
Or you think that cabrón
shot himself?
I think if anyone
could shoot themselves
and not make mush
out of their liver,
it's the sniper
in the next room.
He almost died of blood loss.
He could've driven himself
to the hospital,
but instead he came here
to warn us.
So what?
What?
We just believe him?
That's it?
We need to find the hitmen
and figure out who sent them,
because Teresa's safety's the
most important thing, cabrón.
Okay, maybe we cancel
our trip to New York
and we just reschedule
our banker interviews.
If the threat
is in New Orleans,
then getting out of town
is a good idea.
Confirm the meeting
with the bankers.
We're going to New York.
George,
take Chicho
and go to the address
where James found
the kill team.
Find out who they are.
I know things are complicated
between you and James...
But it's real simple
between you and me.
I've only loved
two women in my life:
my mama and you.
You're like the sister
I never had,
so I am always gonna be
looking out for you.
We've mistrusted James before.
We were wrong.
Maybe this time is different.
I mean, what if it's a trap?
Then you know what to do.
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
Just be sure.
♪ ♪
.
Ms. Mendoza,
let me introduce you
to my dear friend,
Captain Gamble.
Putting you on notice.
LAFAYETTE:
I'm sure you've heard.
I'm grieving the passing
of my son.
I'm sorry for your loss...
but what you've done
to Marcel is wrong.
We both know
he didn't kill your son.
I was with Marcel that night.
You think you're a solid alibi?
You had yourself
that little
after-hours tête-à-tête
with Marcel
after you and your gang
killed a dozen police officers.
Please, feel free
to make that public.
I gave you Javier.
We had a truce.
End...this...now.
(scoffs)
I find it very amusing
that you still think you can
make demands of me.
Let me remind you that
your existence in this city
is entirely dependent
upon my permission.
My existence...
has made you a lot of money.
I don't give a goddamn
about your money.
Marcel betrayed me.
And you're gonna
stay out of it...
Or it'll be the end of you.
(soft dramatic music)
♪ ♪
We'll be seeing
each other again.
♪ ♪
He brought his new attack dog.
We need to be careful
with this one, Teresita.
We need to find the proof
that he's corrupt.
♪ ♪
-(stomps foot)
-Ugh!
Hey.
I have some bad news.
There's been a second offer
on the waterfront property.
The realtor just gave us
48 hours to counter.
This day just keeps
getting better.
We can use the money we just
received from the Russians.
It's not enough cash.
We gotta double it
to best the offer.
And it has to be clean.
How the hell are we gonna get
200 million
and clean it in two days?
(soft suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
♪ I got big dreams ♪
♪ Million-dollar schemes ♪
♪ Billion-dollar schemes ♪
TERESA: We got the payment.
Is he happy with the product?
He's thrilled with the quality.
And he's not an easy man
to please.
Good.
We can double
the next shipment.
-Double?
-TERESA: I have a surplus.
It's available for him.
I'm going to New York.
I can discuss
with him in person.
No, no, no, no, no.
This isn't possible.
Kostya doesn't meet people.
He makes all his deals
through intermediaries.
So can you make the proposal?
I will speak to him,
but I can make no promises.
OKSANA: Teresa, if it were up
to me, I would say yes,
but Kostya's
different story.
(sighs)
I will impress upon him
the importance of your request,
okay?
Thank you.
(phone beeps)
(sighs)
POTE: Hmm.
It makes me nervous,
doing business
with a pinche ghost.
TERESA: Did Epifanio ever work
with anyone in New York?
Someone who could handle
this kind of weight
on short notice?
There is this one guy.
I'm not sure
if he's still in the business,
but I'll make
a few phone calls.
We're not gonna wait for Kostya
to give us his answer, huh?
The waterfront is key
to going legitimate.
I need to make that happen.
(door thuds)
BOAZ: Jefa!
(speaking Spanish)
Somebody gets hurt.
♪ ♪
Tell your men to relax.
I just want to talk...
About Javier.
ANGEL: (speaking Spanish)
Who are you?
And he was close to Javier.
♪ ♪
Come have a drink.
♪ ♪
Listen to your cousin,
cabrón.
♪ ♪
There wasn't a choice.
I know you're angry.
Aren't you angry?
This man's been screwing you
since you showed up
in the city.
I don't want Feds
showing up at my door.
We have a plan
to take him down.
You have to trust me.
He killed my godson.
If I can wait, so can you.
This isn't a request.
Vengeance can wait...
But it won't wait forever,
jefa.
Javier killed Lafayette's
nephew.
And you played a part
in that too.
(exhales)
You know, you can blame me
and Javier all you want.
But the truth is...
Javier, Emilia...
Even Tony.
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
He needs to cool down.
Boaz?
Cool down?
That's never gonna happen.
I'll call New York.
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
(sniffs)
♪ ♪
(sniffs)
GEORGE: Wakey-wakey.
You secret agent man.
You turned off
my morphine drip?
I did.
I need you nice and clearheaded
for
the question-and-answer portion
of this beauty pageant.
What are you talking about?
Why were you tracking
Teresa and Pote's phones?
I tracked them
so I could warn her.
So then why
didn't you reach out
the second you knew
there was a kill team in Nola?
I tried.
She was off-grid.
I couldn't make contact.
That's true.
We went to the mattresses
when we were at war
with the Judge.
Who are you?
That's Chicho,
and he's gonna stop talking
while I head up
this inquisition.
George, if I knew you were with
her, I would've reached out.
I assumed you'd gone
after what happened with Bilal.
I stayed because Teresa's
the only family that I have.
So let me be really clear.
If you're here to mess
with her head in any way,
you and I are gonna have some
Grand Canyon-sized problems.
You know,
T-Rex puts on a steely front,
but she was hit hard when you
walked away back in Phoenix.
I didn't walk away.
My work with Finch was
all about keeping Teresa safe.
You have no idea
what I've done to protect her.
We're about to find out,
'cause we're going
on a field trip.
You're gonna take us
to the location
where you had your little
shoot-out with the hitmen.
Does she know about this?
You don't have to worry
about that.
This is between you and me.
So get dressed.
Yellow's your color.
Chop-chop, Jack Ryan.
I'm gonna need my gun.
You don't have to worry
about that neither.
(chuckles)
We got you covered.
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
.
♪ Let me see ya take off,
take off, let me see ya ♪
♪ Take off, take off ♪
♪ Let me see ya take off,
take off ♪
♪ Let me see ya
take off ♪
(energetic music)
Orale.
We'll be there.
(phone beeps)
I set up a meeting for us
with a Dominican
from the Heights.
His name is Oscar Polanco.
They call him El Conejo.
Still working
on that beginner Spanish.
-What does that mean?
-"The Rabbit."
That was his nickname
when he used to play baseball
for the Mexican League.
That's where he met Epifanio
and decided to play
a different type of game.
One that pays better.
Why did he stop working
with Epifanio?
He got pinched crossing
some coke over the border.
He went to prison.
We lost touch.
But it turns out,
when he got out,
he made a name for himself.
Now he's the "King of Coke"
from Harlem to the Bronx.
But if the Dominicans
take over your coke,
won't that make them
competition for the Russians?
(dramatic music)
I never made an exclusive
deal with the Russians
for New York.
We need the money.
(suspenseful music)
You said you shot one of 'em.
Show me where.
JAMES: It was right here.
GEORGE: Where's the blood?
See, I don't see any blood.
Let me guess.
It was the cleaning lady's day?
They were professionals.
They must've cleaned up.
Now, let me get this
straight.
They had
a shoot-out with you.
You killed one of 'em
and you fled,
but instead of hightailing it
after you,
one of them grabbed
a goddamn mop bucket?
Somebody cleaned up.
-(trigger clicks)
-Bullshit.
Now you tell me
what your game is...
Or I'm gonna put you down
right now.
I saw surveillance photos
of Teresa and Pote
outside of a distillery.
Take me there.
I can find proof.
You want me to take you
on a recon of our business?
Look, I'm just trying
to protect Teresa.
But if you don't believe me...
Take your shot.
-Right here.
-Right there?
But it's on your head
when the kill team
comes back to finish the job.
♪ ♪
All right.
We'll go to the distillery.
But if this is all
just one long stall
and I smell anything off...
You're dead, Roger Moore.
I swear to God.
♪ Please do not
get me confused ♪
♪ Millions and millions
of views ♪
♪ Yah yah, just got a crib
with a pool ♪
♪ But I still live
in the booth, yah yah ♪
♪ Got a backpack
full of ammo ♪
♪ Hoodie matte black
and my pants all camo ♪
♪ Whoo, I just took a shot
of Jack Daniels ♪
♪ Doing more numbers than
the neighborhood trap phone ♪
(speaking Spanish)
Can you handle a metric ton?
You know, in the Heights,
la cocaína,
it's like champagne.
It's for weddings,
bachelor parties,
bachelorettes, et cetera,
et cetera, et cetera.
However, my customer base
has changed.
There's a lot of white hipsters
moving into the Heights.
Every day is a special
occasion for these rich kids.
Sounds like business
is booming.
Yeah, what can I say?
Gentrification
has been good to me.
However...
to answer your question?
I can handle the weight.
(speaking Spanish)
Can you handle the heat
that will come down
from the Russians?
I don't answer
to the Russians.
Are you interested?
(whispers) Shit.
I'm more interested in the
money it's gonna make me.
I love my kicks.
Gotta add to my collection.
I'll let you know
when we can close the deal.
Listen.
You may as well send the coke.
There's gonna be trouble
either way.
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
.
Ms. Van Awken has explained
your delicate needs.
You have a very lucrative
cash business
and you need assistance
managing that money
as to not raise any alarms?
What is your offer, Ms. Nakai?
We're prepared to offer you
a series of business loans
at a high interest rate.
Which is?
NAKAI: 8%.
Then our bank will take
our cut from the interest,
and the IRS would have trouble
detecting that.
Look, I know you have
a real estate deadline.
I can clean your money in time
and send you
the loan paperwork.
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
A banker stole from me once.
♪ ♪
He's no longer in business.
We would never
put your money at risk.
♪ ♪
I look forward to doing
business with you.
Thank you for coming.
Teresa?
NAKAI: I should get back
to the office
and draw up your paperwork.
I'll send everything to
Ms. Van Awken in the morning.
-Thank you for your time.
-Thank you.
♪ ♪
Teresa?
I knew you were in town
on business,
but I didn't know just how
busy you would be.
OKSANA: (breathing angrily)
You sat down
with our competitor, Polanco.
That is unacceptable.
♪ ♪
(crickets chirping)
JAMES: (groans softly)
Right there.
That's where the surveillance
photos were taken.
Okay.
Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
You met with the Dominican,
and by doing so,
you jeopardized your business
with my cousin.
I never made a deal
to sell exclusively
to your cousin.
Teresa, he won't respond kindly
to this slight.
It's time for me to meet him
face-to-face.
I told you
that is not possible.
Then we have a problem.
I won't do business
with a ghost.
Teresa, you have placed me
in a terrible position.
I leave New York tonight.
If Kostya wants to meet me
before then...
Let me know.
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
It's the perfect place
to surveil the distillery.
The office is inside.
You two post up out here.
I'm gonna go have a gander.
After you.
Someone's still using
this place.
GEORGE: All I see are some bags
stuffed with garbage
and some crap strewn around.
No kill team.
No threats.
These bags are proof
the guys are still in the area.
I'm tired of your rabbit trail.
It's safe-house procedure
to keep the trash inside
until the assignment's
complete.
The bags are here.
It means those guys
are coming back.
No.
I'm over your spy games.
Time's up.
(voice shouts, gunshots fire)
(intense music)
(gunshots)
They're coming!
(gunshots)
♪ ♪
(gunshots)
Where's James?
He's gone.
You were right.
We walked right into his trap.
.
(automatic gunfire)
God damn it, James!
Ugh!
(intense music)
(gunfire)
♪ ♪
Ah!
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
(groaning and straining)
♪ ♪
(both straining)
♪ ♪
(gunshot)
(straining)
♪ ♪
You okay?
(breathing heavily)
(strains)
(car engine roars)
(phone vibrates)
Am I meeting Kostya?
Yes.
But it must be now.
(soft dramatic music)
♪ ♪
GEORGE: (sighs)
JAMES: You won't find
any ID on him.
♪ ♪
I've seen these tats before.
(smooth jazz melody)
(soft suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
-Another bourbon.
-BARTENDER: Sure thing.
BOAZ: Make that two.
BARTENDER: You got it.
Here you go.
♪ ♪
(glass clanks)
To your son.
I recognize you from the TV.
My condolences.
I lost my son too.
I blame myself.
How so?
Spoiled him.
I made him weak.
He was too soft.
They say the sins of the father
are passed down.
(scoffs)
I wish my sins
had been passed down.
If Davis had been
a son of a bitch,
a bull, like me...
He'd still be alive.
But...
He took after his mother.
God rest her soul.
I was angry for a long time.
Then one day...
I woke up at peace.
Peace?
(laughs)
Not really in my nature.
I never said it lasted.
What took its place?
Revenge.
Now that's something
I can drink to.
"Tears, then, for babes;
blows and revenge for me."
(soft dramatic music)
♪ ♪
(clears throat)
(suspenseful music)
Nice talking to you.
But it's time
for me to hit the hay.
♪ ♪
BOAZ: Judge.
You dropped your keys.
(keys jingling)
Might want to be careful.
New Orleans
is a dangerous city.
Don't I know it.
♪ ♪
(phone vibrates)
GEORGE: Hey.
George?
Everything okay?
GEORGE: James is good.
We found the other guys.
We got a serious problem,
Teresa.
The Russians.
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
Pote, turn around.
(tires screeching)
♪ ♪