[intense music playing]
[breath trembling]
- [gunshots] - Estela.
[Marisol] You have nightmares in your sleep.
Mine is when I wake up.
[in Spanish]
Marisol is not like you.
She didn't have my back.
Well, maybe the truth is I'll just never love again.
I know exactly how you feel.
[Marisol] Your father is a good man, sweetheart.
But he's in a difficult situation.
He's working with law enforcement
to put your uncle in jail. - What?
Landon was arranging a drop spot with the Colombians.
The guy was up to his ass in corruption.
[Nestor] Are you a liar?
Or is my wife?
She says you're working with the fucking cops.
Because of me, the DEA wants la Colombiana, not you.
- We have a new landing spot. - Where?
First, immunity for my brother and me.
Right here.
The sugarcane fields.
We're dropping tons.
My concern is law enforcement flyover.
[Burton] You could drop a fucking nuclear bomb there,
and nobody would be the wiser.
The sugarcane fields should be all right.
- So, we have a deal? - We need insurance.
What kind of insurance?
- [gunshots] - [people screaming]
Valeria.
[Patrick Hernandez' "Born to Be Alive" playing]
[gears shift]
It's my fault.
I should've known these fuckers would pull something like this.
♪ We were born to be ♪
They have my fucking daughter.
I was forced by the DEA to try to take down
the biggest cocaine dealer in Miami, my brother.
But even the DEA couldn't have predicted the war.
The Colombian cartel carries Uzis
and drives bulletproof cars.
They have no regard for human life,
and they're after my daughter.
- She got away. - [exclaims angrily]
But you could only escape the cartel for so long.
[Patrick Hernandez] ♪ Down, down, down ♪
[Roman] At stake is the biggest shipment of cocaine
ever to hit U.S. shores.
Routed from Colombia through the port of Havana in Cuba.
[Patrick Hernandez] ♪ You see, you were born ♪
[Roman] The wholesalers
are Gilberto Henao and Yolanda Cuevas.
[in Spanish]
They're backed by the political
and military aristocracy of Colombia.
And the buyer, of course, is you--
the ones of you who jam a straw up your nose and do a toot
without ever thinking that behind every line,
there's a trail of dead bodies
stretching from the streets of Miami
back to South America.
♪
[crowd whooping]
[Patrick Hernandez] ♪ Born ♪
[Roman] Think about that
the next time you do a big fat rail of blow.
[Patrick Hernandez] ♪ Born to be alive ♪
[Roman] And let this be a warning--
every pleasure has a price.
♪
♪ Born to be alive ♪
[theme song playing]
- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪ - [laughs]
-♪ You ready for more? ♪ - Whoo!
♪ I got it ♪
-♪ Erotic ♪ - ♪ Yes ♪
-♪ Exotic, you got it ♪ - ♪ You got it ♪
- ♪ The yayo ♪ - ♪ The yayo ♪
- ♪ Perico ♪ - ♪ Perico ♪
- ♪ Polvo blanco ♪ - ♪ Polvo blanco ♪
♪ You ready for more? ♪
♪ Curious, furious, Sensual, chemical ♪
♪ Mysterious, delirious ♪
♪ Baby, why so serious? ♪
♪ It ain't what it seems ♪
♪ Your secret's safe with me ♪
♪ Curious, furious ♪
♪ Sensual, chemical ♪
♪ Mysterious, delirious ♪
♪ Baby, why so serious? ♪
♪ It ain't what it seems ♪
♪ Your secret's safe with me ♪
♪
♪ I got it ♪
-♪ Erotic ♪ - ♪ Yes ♪
♪ Exotic ♪
-♪ You got it ♪ - ♪ You got it ♪
-♪ The yayo ♪ - ♪ The yayo ♪
-♪ Perico ♪ - ♪ Perico ♪
-♪ Polvo blanco ♪ - ♪ Polvo blanco ♪
♪ You know where we at ♪
♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪
♪ Might just blow your brain ♪
♪ Might just maintain ♪
-♪ Might just do the thing ♪ - Whoo!
♪ You know where we at, Hotel Cocaine ♪
♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪
♪ Are you ready for more? ♪
♪ Ready for more? ♪
I got an all-points bulletin
out on Valeria and also Andrew Landon.
Every cop from here to Georgia
is ready to alert the DEA if they're spotted.
Good news is that witnesses at the restaurant say
the Colombians left empty-handed.
But they're after her. We're wasting time.
Ah, worst-case scenario, we get her after the drop.
Fuck the drop. Find my fucking daughter.
Hey, easy there, tough guy.
I only got off the Mexican drug desk
because two DEA agents were slaughtered
by those scumbag Colombians.
You want my help, you're gonna play ball my way.
Until Valeria is safe, we're not going through with the deal.
If you want my help finding her,
I'm gonna need your help landing that goddamn shipment.
Oh, and, uh, your immunity deal, it's off the table.
- The fuck you talkin' about? - I'm talking about an asswipe
from the DOJ named Peter Cunningham who tore it up.
Now if you're gonna have to do some time,
that's a bed you made for yourself.
You, you're registered as my C.I.
So, you're in the clear, unless you piss me off.
You fuck with people's lives and families
like we're pieces on a chessboard.
One day, that'll come back to bite you in the ass.
[Nestor] That's okay, brother.
I got the best fucking lawyers in Miami.
Besides, I'd do ten years standing on my head
if these assholes could find Valeria.
I'll find your kid.
I'm gonna check the marina near the restaurant
where they were last seen.
Then I'll bust the coke.
[both breathing heavily]
We should get some rest.
- I should call home. - [sighs]
No.
They're probably worried sick about me.
Okay, but then they come looking for us,
and then what?
[sighs]
Are we doing the right thing?
Give me your hand.
As long as we're together, it's the right thing.
Do you wanna make love?
Yeah.
[Yolanda in Spanish]
[blabbering mockingly]
[gasps]
[footsteps approach]
What the fuck are you doing?
You were right... about everything.
I knew it. I knew something like this would happen.
The second I got your message, I canceled my flight.
Do you have any idea where she is?
Can you sit down?
I don't know where she is.
But she's a target of the cartel.
Oh, Roman... [gasps]
Agent Zulio has an army out looking for her.
But... I'm going after her myself.
This is all your fault.
You should have let me take her to New Jersey!
I fucked up. Now I have to fix it.
I'm gonna get her back.
And when I do, you need to be here.
She needs you.
I need you.
[crying]
This isn't my preferred method of communication.
You know better than this.
What I have to say is too delicate for the phone.
Well, if it has to do with Landon's death,
I found the perfect patsy.
Cuban banker Ray Dorado,
who has conveniently shown up dead.
This is about my goddaughter, Valeria.
She's missing.
How does that concern me?
I need you and the fucking CIA to help me find her.
[scoffs] I can't use my assets to find a little girl.
That's the FBI's jurisdiction.
But you can help me blow up
a fucking congressman in Coconut Grove?
That's different.
You gave me credible evidence
that Landon was committing treason
by operating on behalf of a communist enemy.
It was better to erase him than to let it go public.
Well, that fucking prick DEA agent Zulio
terminated my immunity status
on the coke deal with the Colombians.
I'm completely exposed.
I need your help, Hal.
I never gave up the fight.
- You fucking know that. - [sighs]
You know what the problem is?
Your brother. He's a security risk.
And he blames me for that pussy Kennedy
pulling the plug on the Playa Girón invasion in '61.
Roman was my friend. I trained you guys,
and he still blames me.
What if I could bring him back into the fold?
You do that, and maybe I can help.
No disrespect, but your brother
was the best soldier I ever had.
It's not gonna be easy.
The only person he hates as much as Castro is you.
I just... want you to know I haven't done this before.
- Okay. - Have you?
Yeah, yeah.
- No. - [both chuckle]
[in Spanish]
- [door opens] - What the fuck?
- [grunts] - [thud]
[in Spanish]
- [whistles] - [grunts]
[whimpers]
Stop! Stop! Don't move! Drop that weapon!
- [breath trembling] - I'll kill her!
Your bosses-- they want her alive, verdad?
If she dies, you die.
[gasps]
[gasping]
[Zulio] You're okay.
- It's okay. - [Valeria whimpering]
You're okay. Uh, here.
Come here. I'm a friend of your father's.
It's all right. It's okay.
- You're all right. - [sobbing]
- Don't look. Don't look. - [sobbing]
It's okay. You're gonna be all right.
[continues sobbing]
All right, I gotta get you out of here.
- [cries] - Okay?
♪
[telephone rings]
Zulio?
Is she okay? Put her on the phone.
Well, how soon can you...
What?
What? You motherfucker!
You better...
[receiver clatters]
What the fuck just happened?
He's not giving her back. He's holding on to her
until after he busts the shipment.
He's no fucking better than the Colombians.
What's the matter with you?
He's taken Valeria hostage.
- There's a choice beyond Zulio. - Yeah. What's that?
The war we fought in Cuba has never ended for me.
You understand?
I don't sell yayo to fill my pockets.
I use it to finance a war I never stopped fighting.
- But you did. - All right.
I've had an ally in that fight.
Hal?
Hal approached me.
At first, I didn't want anything to do with him.
But he's proved very helpful throughout the years.
He's even protected me.
- Yeah, in exchange for what? - Help him take back Cuba.
I don't want Castro in Cuba,
but I don't want no Americanos there either.
You're an idealist.
[in Spanish]
And they abandoned us when we needed them most,
and my wife died as a result,
so fuck him and fuck you!
Zulio betrayed my immunity deal
and you by taking Valeria.
We need Hal's help.
What choice do we have?
I made you some of my picadillo.
I'm not very hungry.
Are you worried about your boyfriend?
Zuli said he's in the hospital and doing fine.
I'm sure you're gonna see him soon.
Eat something.
Hey, my wife-- she's a good cook, no?
Thank you for saving my life.
That's my job, sweetheart.
[under breath] Why did you bring her here?
[Zulio, under breath] Because it's safer here
than any safe house. I might be paranoid,
but I can't trust that asshole Cunningham
that they sent down from Washington.
Not even my own supervisor.
Look, nobody knows she's here. It's gonna be fine.
Let's eat, huh?
[grunts] Oh. Oh, that smells so good.
- [Maya] Hmm? - Come on, eat.
It's delicious.
You don't know what you're missing.
[grunts]
When are you going to take me home?
[sighs]
- [spoon clinks] - Look, I'm gonna be blunt.
No child should ever have to witness
the things that you have, but that's your uncle's fault.
[sighs]
Now, I... I don't know what's gonna happen.
[sighs] I need your father's help to stop a drug war.
Unfortunately, that means I have to keep you here
until I know which side he's on.
But at least I know you'll be safe.
Now eat your food.
[music playing over speakers]
Janice, karma is real, and it's a bitch.
It's a real bitch. Look.
- Ray Dorado's dead? - Uh-huh.
Suspected in bombing of Congressman Landon.
Yep! I know it's schadenfreude
to take pleasure in another man's death,
but, hey, couldn't happen to a worse guy.
- Whoo! - This isn't good news, Burton.
He was involved with the same people
who were using your family's property to bring in drugs.
And I know Ray...
I knew Ray. He's not the type to plant bombs.
Oh, please, he didn't get his hands dirty, maybe,
but Ray Dorado had my sister killed.
Or maybe his bosses did.
This is a dangerous game. I don't like you involved.
Janice.
This is gonna save my hotel. I trust Roman.
Don't you?
I think there are things about Roman
neither of us have a clue about.
Ah...
You do have feelings for him, don't you?
- We all love Roman. - Yeah, no, we all do.
But you... love him.
...as in real true love.
- Have you told him? - I don't love him.
- No, I haven't. - You want me to talk to him?
Of course not.
[both chuckle]
Listen to me.
The Buddha said, in the end, only three things matter--
how much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully
you let go of things not meant for you.
Well, fuck the Buddha.
Okay, yeah.
- Um, I better get ready. - For what?
I'm going with Nestor Cabal to the sugarcane plantation
this afternoon. - What?
I have to. I know the area, in case he needs my help.
Burton, that is a bad idea.
[footsteps depart]
[in Spanish]
[sighs]
Zulio.
[sighs]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[Peter] This is about the coke. Get the coke.
Agent Zulio, welcome. Today's the big day.
- Dom. - Yeah.
Aerial photography of Cuban airspace,
which shows unusual movement at the cargo ports.
We're expecting the load to come in soon.
Who the fuck are these guys?
This is a tactical unit from Fort Benning, Georgia.
They are the best. Don't worry. You're still in charge.
They're here to take your orders
and to help with the shipment.
Mr. Cunningham, I'm gonna wanna arrest Nestor Cabal
on drug trafficking charges.
You do this right, Dom, the agent of the year.
I don't give a shit about that.
But I do give a shit about my C.I., Roman Compte.
I have his daughter in my custody.
I'm gonna recommend that she go into foster care.
She needs a good home, a safe home.
No, fuck that. Bring her in.
She might have some information that's useful.
- But, sir-- - [Peter] Bring her in.
That's an order.
[radio chatter continues]
Using the CIA to fix the DEA's bullshit is crazy.
Our tax dollars at work, brother.
It's good to see you again, Roman. Long time.
Have a seat, Hal.
I'm talking to you for one reason only--
to get my daughter back.
I think I can help you with that.
The question is, will you help me?
- He will. - [Roman] To do what, exactly?
Assassinations?
Using people as pawns, installing political puppets,
all the usual shit you do?
Doesn't sound like he's on board.
Roman, shut the fuck up for a second.
I just wanna know what he wants from me.
Nestor's told me how the Colombians
are routing 6 tons of cocaine through communist Cuba.
Millions of dollars will go to line Fidel's pockets.
With your help, I'd like it to line our pockets instead.
Our pockets?
[Nestor] Hal's gonna be a part of the deal.
He's gonna help us steal that perico
and fuck Castor at the same time.
So, now the CIA is getting into the cocaine business.
We'll put the money to good use,
to continue the fight that once meant so much to both of us.
In exchange, I'll get that fat fuck DEA off your back
and make sure your daughter gets home safely.
I'll send men to his house to pick her up.
Well, what do you say, Roman?
Do we have a deal?
["Three's Company" theme song playing]
[male singer] ♪ Come and knock on our door ♪
[female singer] ♪ Come and knock on our door ♪
[male singer] ♪ We've been waiting for you ♪
[female singer] ♪ We've been waiting for you ♪
[singers] ♪ Where the kisses are hers and hers and his ♪
Why don't we turn the TV off and chat?
- Um... - [TV turns off]
About what?
Hmm...
[clicks tongue] How old were you
when you came to the United States?
I was about three.
My mother was supposed to come with me,
but she stayed in Cuba. - Why?
My dad was in prison there for opposing Castro.
She wanted to stay and fight to get him out of jail.
Wow. She seems like a very brave and noble woman.
When did she come over?
She didn't.
She was shot by a firing squad.
My God, I'm... I'm so sorry.
What was her name?
Estela.
She must have been very beautiful like you.
[doorbell rings]
Stay here. I want to hear more.
Okay.
[sinister music playing]
Deal or no deal, I don't trust Hal, no matter what he says.
I don't blame you for not trusting the CIA.
This whole thing is very scary.
I've set up a meeting with Agent Zulio.
He's giving Valeria back whether he likes it or not.
Now you're threatening DEA agents?
Roman, you're going to end up in jail.
I'm already in jail.
Marisol... I'm sorry for all of this.
Things will be back the way they were.
I promise.
[footsteps depart]
[gears shift]
[suspenseful music playing]
Maya?
[gasps]
Oh. Maya!
Oh, Maya.
Oh!
[sobbing]
Maya...
[crying]
Fuckers.
[sniffles]
You motherfuckers...
Oh...
Oh. Motherfuckers...
[seabirds calling]
[boat horn blows in distance]
[in Spanish]
Sí.
[engine starts]
[indistinct conversations, laughter]
Hey, Janice.
I told Zulio to meet me here. Have you seen him?
I think he went inside.
Listen, uh, something's been on my mind.
Can it wait?
No, I won't have the courage later.
I saw you fucking Yolanda yesterday.
That was business.
Yeah, I figured.
The kind of business I used to be in.
The thing is...
It sort of made me jealous.
Janice...
I'm still in love with Marisol.
I was just angry yesterday.
Yeah, of course.
I owe you so much.
I know you killed Chucho for me.
Roman, you would do the same for me.
Yeah, I would.
Look, I'm...
I gotta go.
[gun clicks]
I want my daughter back.
[Zulio] I don't know where she is.
What the fuck are you talking about?
She's gone, Roman.
Gone? Where?
Those motherfucking animals--
they came into my house, and they slaughtered my wife.
- They took her. - Henao and Yolanda?
[sniffles] I'm sorry.
You motherfucker! I'm so sorry.
You should've given her back to me.
- I'm sorry. - I should blow
your fucking brains out. - Do it!
Do it!
Please!
This is God's punishment
for the way I used your daughter against you.
And now he's taken the...
the only thing in this world that meant anything to me.
Just do it.
- Fuck! - Fucking...
You're gonna help me get her back.
Man, come on, she could be in one of a million places.
But Henao and Yolanda--
they're gonna be on those sugarcane fields.
We could grab 'em. We can get 'em to talk.
I'd kill those motherfuckers with my own two hands.
No! Fuck that.
If you touch them, Valeria is dead.
We have to find her before that drop goes down.
Now, you and Ray Dorado met with him.
Where?
There's some fucking boat--
- Where?! - The... the Port of Miami.
It's called the Corialino.
I'm not going there.
I'm going to the sugarcane fields.
You're gonna have to shoot me to stop me.
Just curious. Uh...
Do you think what we're about to do is safe?
May I ask where Roman is?
I just kind of assumed he'd be with us.
Not coming.
May I ask why not?
I hear you like to party.
Have you ever considered what it takes
to bring this stuff in?
No. Uh, not really.
People get shot.
Sometimes they're tortured.
Drowned, stabbed, their fucking guts ripped out.
Right now, Roman is off trying to find his daughter--
my niece.
Her life is in danger because of this fucking coke.
Just so a bunch of empty-headed, self-indulgent pigs
at your fucking club
can enjoy themselves for a few fleeting moments.
So, you ask me if what I think we're doing is safe.
No, it's not fucking safe!
[suspenseful music plays]
[sighs]
[in Spanish]
[sighs]
[whispers]
[Lynyrd Synyrd's "That Smell" playing]
♪ Whiskey bottles ♪
♪ And brand-new cars ♪
♪ Oak tree, you're in my way ♪
Ha!
♪ There's too much coke ♪
♪ And too much smoke ♪
♪ Look what's going on inside you ♪
♪ Ooh, that smell ♪
♪ Can't you smell that smell? ♪
[in Spanish]
♪ The smell of death surrounds you ♪
♪
- Whoo-hoo! - [laughing]
♪
♪ So take another toke, have a blow for your nose ♪
♪ One more drink, fool, will drown you ♪
♪ Ooh, that smell ♪
♪ Can't you smell that smell? ♪
♪
♪ The smell of death surrounds you ♪
♪
[song ends]
[intense music playing]
[gunshot]
[thud]
[gunshot]
[indistinct chatter]
[in Spanish]
[gunshots]
Fuck 'em! Go! Go! Go! Move!
[gunshots]
[grunts] Oh, shit!
[gunshots continue]
[breath trembling]
[agent 1] Go! Go, go, go!
- [grunts] - [thud]
[in Spanish]
[grunts]
[crash]
Fire at will.
[gasping]
Drop those weapons!
[in Spanish]
[thud]
[breathes heavily]
That's for Maya, you motherfuckers!
[Hal] Agent Zulio, put your weapon down!
What the fuck is going on here?
Cuff him!
- [handcuffs tighten] - [grunts]
[Hal] Agent Zulio, you're under arrest
for colluding with Congressman Landon
to import cocaine through Cuba.
Who the fuck are you?!
You're in on this with them?!
You motherfucker!
You piece of shit! They killed my wife!
You're fucking dead!
[Zulio continues, indistinctly]
- You all right? - I am, but he isn't.
[gasping]
[panting]
[intense music playing]
[both grunting]
[groans]
[both grunting]
[glass breaks]
[straining grunt]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
[door creaks]
- [gasps] - Mi amor.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
[crying]
[Roman grunts]
[metal clanks]
- [Valeria sobbing] - [inhales]
[in Spanish]
You are the most important thing in my life.
And I won't do it unless you want it.
Look, I just want things
to go back to the way they were.
So do I.
- Hola. - Hola.
What?
I told Valeria first,
because she's a part of this, too.
A part of what?
He wants to marry you.
And I hope you say yes.
That wasn't how I was gonna do it...
And how were you going to do it?
Oh...
Marisol...
will you be my wife and mother to Valeria?
[sniffles]
[chuckles softly]
Yes, yes.
[chuckles]
[both chuckle]
[Marisol chuckles]
[cheers and applause]
["We Are Family" playing over speakers]
♪
- Kool Herc. - Roman, my man.
- Congrats. - Thank you.
Take it from a guy like me, marriage is like fine wine.
It gets better with time.
I intend to make it last.
But maybe you can spin some vinyl at the wedding.
- Done and done. - My man.
My man.
♪ Get up everybody and dance ♪
♪ Living life is fun, and we've just begun ♪
♪ To get our share of this world's delights ♪
♪ High ♪
♪ High hopes we have for the future ♪
♪ And our goal's in sight ♪
♪ We, no, we don't get depressed ♪
Paul.
♪ Here's what we call our golden rule ♪
Roman, I want you to meet Paul Smith,
the hottest fashion designer in London.
Hello, mate.
I would love to design the tux for your wedding,
but not in black. Perhaps chartreuse.
Um, I'll leave it to you.
Mr. Smith, have a great time.
Amazing.
♪
I am happy for you. I truly am.
Janice, look, I wanna finish our conversation--
Shh! Like the Buddha says, I'm just gonna let it go.
[both chuckle]
Where's Burton? Have you seen him?
He's around here somewhere. He took a lot of acid.
Acid?
♪ We are family ♪
[distorted sounds]
[Nestor echoing] I hear you like to party...
- ...self-indulgent pigs... - [glass clinking]
You ever consider what it takes to bring this stuff in?
[echoes] Bring this stuff in?
...self-indulgent pigs... [echoing continues]
...self-indulgent pigs...
- ...self-indulgent pigs... - ...self-indulgent pigs...
...self-indulgent pigs...
Hey, good to see you.
Excuse me.
Congratulations, brother.
Great party. I just need a minute with you.
- Is it important? - Yes.
♪
[disco song playing]
What are you doing here?
Well, I don't want to interrupt your celebration.
And yet you are.
Just thought you should know, Castro's cocaine
has been safely taken to Nestor's stash houses.
There's a lot of work ahead of us.
Us? Look, we both got what you wanted,
and I got my family back. That's all I care about.
Nestor, you're my brother, and I love you, but I'm out.
[Nestor] Brother, hold on. Hold on.
That coke is gonna help fund a very specific goal.
A second invasion of Cuba.
[laughs]
You have fun with that.
And go play G.I. Joe.
I'll go to my honeymoon.
[Hal] Roman, you may wanna rethink that.
One of our assets in Cuba sent this picture
a couple weeks ago.
It's your wife.
[Nestor] Estela's alive, and she's in Cuba.
[dramatic music playing]
["A Fifth of Beethoven" playing]
♪