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.
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?
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)
(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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