MAN: Previously on Queen of the South...
We're at war, and you disappear
-to screw some bitch? -Watch your mouth, puto!
-TERESA: Who is she? -She's Boaz' ex-fiancé.
-And she's with you now. -Sí.
You putting it to that boss lady of yours?
(both grunting)
Where's the car?
I would like to resume our business deal.
All right.
This isn't some "Tia-juana" flea market,
Miss Mendoza.
-Now, if you'll excuse me-- -Okay. 10%.
You'll see how much smoother things go for ya.
(laughs)
-TERESA: Who's that playing? -EDDIE: Friend of mine.
You should put that on an album.
-He's great. -He's no longer with us.
-Are the Sicarios dead? -One of them is.
I couldn't find the body of the second one.
Tony's father-- he was stealing from my boss,
and I was just following orders and he knew the rules.
That's why I felt nothing
when I squeezed the trigger and took his life.
(escalating music)
*
(automatic gunfire)
-(explosions booming) -(gunfire)
(groans, screams)
(screaming)
(man shouting in game)
Why don't you go outside, do something else?
I'm in a groove here.
Practicing for when I become your solider.
I told you... you're not working for me.
And you don't want me to live with you either.
These people are not my family.
You are.
-(explosions booming) -MAN: Move, move, move!
You say we've only got each other.
And then you're always dumping me somewhere.
(gunfire)
I'm not dumping you.
I trust Pote with my life.
If you say so.
-(booming, gunfire) -(men shouting)
(somber music)
*
Uh-huh.
(spoon clatters)
He's angry.
He's been through a lot.
We would be angry too.
When I come back from Nashville,
we need to do something for him.
I don't know-- therapy, school.
I really wish you weren't
going alone on this trip, Teresita.
Eddie's introducing me to his old band.
It's like meeting his family.
Huh.
It's just one day.
(sighs)
Maybe you could get Tony to go outside.
I don't do outside.
Fine.
This needs to sit anyways.
(clattering)
Thank you.
De nada.
Just be careful, Teresita.
I will.
I'll call you.
RANDALL: And so we're reaching out to the public.
If anybody has any information
on the whereabouts of this man, Rene Bardot,
please contact the number on your screen.
Mr. Bardot has been missing for over two weeks,
and his uncle, the Honorable Judge Cecil Lafayette,
is very anxious to find him.
Again, anyone with any information,
please contact the number on your screen.
-Thank you. -The Judge's nephew.
(television announcer speaks indistinctly)
EMILIA: Dijiste algo?
No.
Casual Teresa.
I like her.
-Hi. -Hi.
You're full of surprises.
Tell you the truth,
I wasn't sure you were gonna be able to let go
of the business reins for an entire day.
(chuckles) I'm looking forward to it.
(suspenseful music)
*
(engine turns over)
(both chuckle)
-You ready? Okay. -Yeah.
(engine turns over)
*
(dramatic chords)
I miss the road.
Most of the guys hate touring,
but it was one of my favorite parts of the life.
You miss the groupies.
(laughing) What?
No.
I mean, don't get me wrong,
it was fun when I was in my 20s, but...
it was always more than that.
I enjoyed the mystery and romance.
Never know who you'll meet.
My buddy Leon,
he says every new town is like a blank canvas.
You just move in and make a new life.
You ever fantasize about that?
I think I'm too busy to daydream.
Indulge me.
Who should we be?
Bonnie and Clyde?
Rob a few dozen banks,
make love on piles of stolen cash
and die a bullet-ridden death in slow motion?
I think you watch too many movies.
(laughs) That is true.
Your turn.
A house somewhere with a garden.
(laughs) Whenever I think I got you figured out,
you surprise me.
(heavy music)
*
(gunfire, explosions)
POTE: Tony.
I know Teresa wants you to babysit me, but I'm good here.
Mm.
You can stay here and shoot your little toy gun
on a little boy screen,
or you can get up
and shoot a real gun like a man.
JAVIER: Virgil. Okay, thank you.
(speaking Spanish)
Vamos.
This is a good rifle for deer.
It holds three bullets at a time.
I'm only gonna need one.
Hey, hey--
Careful where you point that to.
Sorry!
So...
what are we waiting for?
Paciencia, hijo.
First we have to see if you can shoot this thing.
I know how to shoot a gun, Pote.
Orale, then.
Show me.
-(chuckling) -(birds squawking)
I'm fine.
(slide clicking, bullets clattering)
Hunting's not a game.
I just wasn't ready, all right?
Mijo,
something is troubling you.
You know you can talk to me.
I'm not your son, okay?
My parents are dead.
When you grow up, you gonna realize
that family's not just blood.
It's the people you choose.
Yeah, well...
I wish I could choose to have my real family back.
(slide clicking)
Let's go.
It's this way.
(eerie music)
*
I had this fantasy about spending a long afternoon
alone with you in a hotel room, but...
we have a sound check in 15 minutes.
Don't worry about me.
This is for the show tonight.
You'll need it to get backstage.
Why don't you take a long, hot bath...
and I'll try to get back before the water gets cold.
(chuckles)
Have fun.
(tap squeaks)
(pipes groaning)
(squeaking)
'Scuse me.
(ominous music)
*
(phone line trilling)
MAN: Good afternoon. How can I help you?
Hi. I'm in room 237,
and my bathtub's not working.
(dog barking)
-Sí. -(speaks Spanish)
(dog barking)
Shh...ah!
(barking, growling)
Chinga.
What can I do you for?
That old Lincoln over there-- it's mine.
VIRGIL: You don't say?
I just need to see some identification.
-(inhales) -(dog barking)
Mijo, I lost my wallet.
But I brought some famous politicians to vouch for me.
-You know Ben Franklin? -Mm-hmm.
Right this way, senor.
Gracias.
(dog barking)
VIRGIL: Bon ami.
You got a dead body in there?
(barking)
Can you keep a secret?
(dog barking)
(lighter clicks shut)
Killed an alligator that day in the swamp.
She was a beast.
It was almost 10 feet long. It was incredible.
Took me almost an hour to get it in the trunk.
Then when I came back for my stuff...
-car was gone. -Ca c'est bon.
-Good on you. -Yeah.
Them lizards, they a menace to society.
But they make fine boots.
(chuckles) Can I get me a look-see?
No, no, no, no, no. No.
Maybe next time, amigo.
I gotta hit the road.
Gracias.
(dog barking)
(water running)
(ominous music)
*
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music)
*
Easy.
(sighs)
You scared me. Sorry.
You wanna come in?
No...thank you.
Why don't you come join me when you're ready?
Sure.
The only thing my father ever taught me
was how to hunt.
He was like a stranger.
But we would talk when we'd go out hunting.
What'd he say?
He talked about God.
Life and death things, you know?
Big things.
Right before he killed an animal,
he would get really quiet,
like he was almost praying.
Then after the shot, he would ask God for forgiveness.
For what?
For killing a living creature.
What's it like to kill a person?
I hope you never have to find out, mijo.
It's a terrible thing.
(rustling)
Hey, now.
(ominous music)
*
(chuckles)
(sighs)
(sniffs)
What's wrong?
Being with the old band brings up a lotta...
buried shit.
You wanna talk about it?
(inhales) Ah...
A few years ago, I...
landed my first recording deal.
My...trumpet player was like my brother.
Andre Delphine. (laughs)
He was a monster on the horn.
We were in the studio...
and we couldn't get the horns right, you know?
It just...sounded different
than what I heard in my head.
We must have played it a hundred times.
Got really late, but we finally nailed it.
We were all pretty... wiped out.
Andre offered to just sleep at the studio, but...
I knew that he wanted to get home to his family,
so I insisted on driving him home.
Three miles from Andre's house, I fell asleep.
Hit a tree.
Andre was killed instantly.
You can't imagine what it feels like to take a life.
All that... Bonnie and Clyde crap.
Truth is, I've had enough tragedy to last a lifetime.
Your idea about a...
quiet life in a little house somewhere...
(exhales)
That's more like it.
(dark music)
*
You need ice.
I'll get it.
*
(ice clinking)
(suspenseful music)
*
(winding down)
(dramatic music builds)
(door slams)
(tense music)
*
-(knife clatters) -(music stops)
You okay?
Yeah.
(lock chimes)
*
Can I help you?
What's going on? What--what's this about?
-(buzzing) -Aah!
-(neck cracks) -(screams)
(dog barking)
It happens. These cars sit for days.
-(anchor indistinct on TV) -VIRGIL: Go 'head.
-Give it a try. -ANCHOR: ...is reported to
have been last seen making rounds
in the French Quarter.
A well-known figure in New Orleans politics,
Bardot is the nephew of prominent local judge
Cecil Lafayette.
Under Bardot's supervision,
underage drinking has been...
(engine turns)
(man indistinct over radio)
(phone chiming)
(speaks Spanish)
ANCHOR: Police officers are asking for any information
on the whereabouts...
(dog whining)
MALE REPORTER: ...black Lincoln town car
that has also been reported missing or stolen.
Police have not commented on whether the missing GM
is related to the disappearance of its owner.
More details as they come in.
Obviously the family and city officials
are very interested in finding any information...
(both grunt)
(gunshot)
(barking)
(crack)
(screams)
(tense music)
*
(dog barking)
(glass shatters)
Emilia.
I need your help.
I'm gonna drive that Lincoln.
I need you to follow me. Can you do that?
Sí. Sí, sí, sí, sí.
(dog continues barking)
(yelling in Spanish)
(tool clatters)
(door warning chimes)
(engine turns over)
(engine revs)
(tires squeal)
(engine revs)
(glass shatters)
(gasps)
(engine revs)
(indistinct chatter)
Mr. Brucks, room 215.
EDDIE: Thank you.
HARLEY: We're in the middle of our set.
Next thing I know, Eddie is leaning over Cubes' drum kit,
puking his brains out.
-(laughter) -Really?
True story.
Then he gets up and he keeps playing
like nothing happened.
-I'm a professional. -(laughter)
HARLEY: That's what they call it.
And why do they call you Cubes?
I chew on ice cubes to relax.
I mean, for a while it was Ativan, but...
this works better.
-(light chuckles) -We've all mellowed with age.
-Mm. -LEON: I'll say.
Eddie's never dated a woman more than once.
And now he brings the lovely Teresa to dinner.
And we're all the better for it.
Me especially.
I don't know, the only one of us
that ever really settled down was Andre.
Cheers.
-LEON: Yeah, cheers. -TERESA: Cheers.
(tense music builds)
Eddie says you run your own business.
Yes. I have a bar in New Orleans.
And she has her own line of tequila too.
-Oh, yeah? -Small, but growing.
Why can't I meet a woman like you?
(light laughter)
Don't you guys need to get ready?
LEON: Oh, crap, she's right.
(chuckles) I'll get the check.
-EDDIE: No-- -Please. It's a pleasure.
-EDDIE: Thank you. -TERESA: Of course.
-Mm! -HARLEY: Thank you, Teresa.
Listen, I just realized I forgot my VIP pass.
We'll get you another one.
No. The hotel is just around the corner.
I'll get it, and then I'll meet you.
Really.
-Have fun. -Thank you.
Of course.
(tense music)
*
(indistinct police radio chatter)
What happened?
Somebody from the staff had a freak accident.
They slipped in the tub and died.
*
(phone line trills)
MAN: Front desk.
Hi. Has anyone been in my room in the last couple of hours?
I'm missing something.
WOMAN: Yes, sir, welcome.
(dramatic music builds)
Make sure you have his heart in the crosshairs.
Aim behind the shoulder.
I know where the heart is.
Drop your shoulders.
Breathe in and out
and when you have a rhythm, pull the trigger.
I'll be here if you need me.
(dark music)
*
(dramatic tones)
*
(siren whooping)
Ay, Dios mio.
(speaking Spanish)
(siren wailing)
(gasps)
No.
(speaking Spanish)
(jazz piece ending)
*
(crowd whooping)
This next one is for the woman in my life
who keeps me guessing.
(whooping, cheering, murmuring)
(lively jazz piece)
*
(gunshot)
Aah!
(gunshots)
Bien hecho.
Took me three hunts before I killed my first deer.
*
(dark music)
*
(intense music)
*
(groaning)
(both grunting)
(groaning)
*
(grunting)
-TERESA: Uhh! -(thud)
You need to field dress the deer right away
or the meat goes bad.
First, you cut off the limbs.
(grunts)
Uhh...ugh...
(both grunting)
(intense music)
*
POTE: You cannot hide from this.
Part of taking a life
is dealing with the aftermath.
(both grunting)
(screams)
POTE: This is not one of your video games.
This is nasty. This is dirty.
It's real, and you need to see that.
(Teresa groaning)
POTE: You think you can handle this, but you can't.
You want to hunt?
You're not always gonna be the hunter.
Sometimes you're gonna be the hunted.
That means seeing it through to the end.
(end notes)
(cheers and applause)
(glass shatters)
(both grunting)
Thank you very much. You've been a great audience.
Thank you!
POTE: That anything can happen in the hunt,
you need to be ready for it.
(gags, retches)
(cheers and applause continue)
Who sent you?
(coughs)
-What do you think? -(cheers and applause)
Look at me!
Was it Cortez?
You could have shot me anytime.
(whispering) He said...do it slow.
Who?
Who did?
Are there more coming?
(gasps)
(tense music)
*
(sighs)
(dark music)
EDDIE: I still can't believe you slipped in the bathroom.
It was a stupid accident.
You should have found me.
You were on stage.
You sure you're all right?
I'm okay.
(muttering)
Emilia.
(chopping sounds)
(soft sobbing)
(continues sobbing)
(suspenseful music)
*
(Emilia sobbing)
(light snoring)
(dark, intense music)
*
(exhales)
(shaky breathing)
I know I said this already,
but thank you
for coming with me
and for coming into my life.
It feels like something's finally shifted.
Maybe I can start to forgive myself.
And that's all you.
(clears throat)
Listen, um...
My life is so messy right now, and I...
I can't be honest with you.
There are things that you don't know, and...
I can't see you anymore.
What are you talking about?
I think it's better we stop.
-This is because of Andre. -No.
It's not about you.
You don't mean this.
I'm sorry.
I do.
(police radio chatter)
(somber music)
*
(sizzling)
(police radio chatter)
(intense percussive chords)