All language subtitles for Queen.of.the.South.S02E08.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.DDP5.1.x264-NTb

JAMES: Previously
on "Queen of the South"...

I never had a first
anniversary before.

I love you.

LOYA: Guero's dead.

Aah! Uh!

I deal in nothing less
than metric tons.

We'll take the ton.

There's no way we can
distribute this amount.

If we don't get
that first payment,

a fleet of El Santo's hit men

are gonna be
on the next flight to Dallas.

I understand
I put us in danger.

Devon Finch gets a hundred
offers a day.

CAMILA: I'm not interested
in investing

in Finch's companies.

I'm interested
in distribution

and money laundering
through them.

Today we announce the formation

of a joint U.S.-Mexico
drug task force.

(dramatic music)

(mariachi music)

*

Feliz cumpleaños,
a la jefa.

Gracias, Pote.
It's a beautiful cake.

Thank you.

-Salud.
ALL: Salud.

This lovely gift from my family

and not a single word
from my only daughter.

I hope you enjoy
your decorative spoons.

Beautiful, Pote.
Well done.

Your lawyer
didn't forget you.

It's beautiful.

I still have to receive
the only present that I need.

Devon Finch.

He's not gonna work with us.

Then we're gonna have
to twist his hand, don't we?

We need his transpo,
he needs our product.

He just doesn't know it yet.

All of you are going
to Chicago.

You're gonna spread El Santo's
dust on the streets.

And I can guarantee you
that once his clients

-get a taste for it--
-They'll come to us.

CAMILA: And so will Devon.

He thinks his business
is untouchable.

We're gonna show him it's not.

You're gonna find
his Tastemaker

and make him buy from us.

And if he doesn't,
then what?

Then we're just gonna
have to strike.

Spreading coke on his territory
is one thing.

An outright attack
on his operation...

that's just asking
for trouble.

I never had to ask you twice
to do something.

Today is not the day
to start, James.

I'm going to need intel
on his jet

before we can move on.

Can you handle it?

(speaking Spanish)

Look at you.
The picture of devotion.

(speaking Spanish)

(tense music)

*

As you know, Epifanio is in
Dallas, working with the DEA.

He's trying
to shut you down.

Or plan another attack.

Either way, it's crucial
that this works.

Come.

Devon's Tastemaker throws
a party for his customers

every week
at Chicago's best hotel.

I need you to get him
to try our product

while James works on
the other customers,

the high rollers who play poker
at the party.

Once Devon grants us
a proper meeting,

You, Pote, and James
can come back home.

Guero won't be joining you.

I need him to go to Chicago

to research Devon's planes.

But after that,
either you cut him off

or I will.

*

MAN: * Hey! Raindrops,
drop top, drop top *

* Smokin' on cookie
in the hot box *

* [...] on your [...],
she a thot, thot, thot *

* Cookin' up [...]
in the crock pot, pot *

* We came from nothin'
to somethin'... *

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct chatter)

We're on our way in.
I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

All right, you're good.
Good to go.

Thank you.

Don't touch me.

(speaking Spanish)

(inhaling deeply)

(sighs)

My 25 plus...

30.

Chips or cash only.

Excuse me?

Are you in the hand?

The powder plays.

Call.

DEALER: Straight beats
a set of aces.

Son of a bitch!

Hey.
How much for the blow?

30.

(crowd murmurs)

MAN: * Don't move too fast,
I might shoot ya *

* Draco bad and boujee

* I'm always hangin'
with shooters *

* Might be posted
somewhere secluded *

So that's him.
Devon's Tastemaker.

If anything goes wrong
and you need to signal,

drop these on the floor
and break 'em.

Now's not the time
to play hard to get.

Go.

MAN: * I gave her ten racks,
I told her go shoppin' *

* And spend it all
at the pop-up *

* These [...], they [...],
suck [...] *

* And they bustin'
for Instagram *

* Get your Klout up, uh

* Yeah, that way

* Float on the track
like a Segway *

* Yeah, that way...

What are you having?

Something you can't handle.

(chuckling)
Well, you'd be surprised.

Bolivian.

Cooked with ether.

Can you handle that?

Tell me,
who the fuck are you

and what the hell
are you doing at my party?

I work with Camila Vargas.

I'm not here for trouble.

I'm here to make a deal.

You're gonna taste this.

TASTEMAKER: Bleach.
The purer it is--

The less it dissolves.

(dramatic music)

*

You kidding me? No one cooks
with ether anymore.

That shit's insane.

There's more
where that came from.

How much more?

Quarter of a metric ton.
30K a kilo.

I'll give you 20.

If you can't turn this
into 100 grand,

you're in the wrong game.

So you wanna play
a game with me.

We just did.

You want
what I'm selling or not?

TASTEMAKER:
I'm all in.

*

(punches landing, man grunting)

-He's in.
-Good.

(line trills)

(cell phone ringing)

Devon, we have a problem
in Chicago.

*

(elevator bell dings)

Let's get out of here.

*

(somber music)

*

(chuckles softly)

I forgot your present.

No, you didn't.

-Yes, I did.
-No, you didn't.

(laughs)

I haven't had a tree since--

You will now.

Siempre.

It worked.

We got their attention.

Yeah, I'll bet you did.

(elevator bell dings)

It's pretty.

Yeah, snow's sure nice
to look at,

but I'll tell you,
it's a bitch on the runway.

Maybe we can see some
together someday.

James and Pote are waiting.

Let's go.

TRUESDALE: Gentlemen, this is
day one of our joint task force.

Colonel Cortez's agents
have been briefed

and Governor Vargas
is dealing with the press.

Camila Vargas is in business
with a Bolivian supplier

named El Santo.

If you do not stop her,

there will be more bloodshed.

The Bolivian product
has shown up in Dallas.

And we also made a seizure
tied to a trawler company

we believe Camila owns,
Colibri Transport.

The company's owned
by a shell corporation.

We need papers to prove
Camila's the owner,

but we connect those dots,
we got her dead to rights.

I've been watching
their drop-offs.

Most of 'em come here
every other day

from Devon's jets
for distribution.

They use his hotels
for the other drops.

JAMES: Any change-up
in their schedule?

GUERO: Give or take
15 minutes.

They change up the transpo
to look legit, though.

Laundry trucks,
kitchen supplies.

We just gotta figure out
which one's the right one.

TERESA: And when we do,
make sure

the Tastemaker
doesn't take it.

He agreed to buy from us.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(truck beeping)

GUERO: There it is.
That's our shipment.

And there's Devon's
deliveryman.

(dramatic music)

*

(engine starts)

JAMES: Shit.
The Tastemaker's got cold feet.

He's sticking with
Devon's product, not ours.

-We need to do more.
JAMES: Not yet.

Camila said strike
if necessary.

My life is on the line
with El Santo.

Not yours or Camila.

We must hit the driver now,
block Devon's sale.

(engine starts)

(intense music)

*

He take your dirty laundry?

That's a lot to unload.

Oh, he coming right back.

You gon' see that, bitch.

What I see is you
losing this truck.

You know whose shit
you fucking with, baby girl?

Give me his phone.

Here's our number.

If Devon Finch
doesn't call us

within two hours,

he'll lose more
than this truck.

Call him.

I just can't
call that dude

like that, man.

Shit, you gotta mess me up
a little bit.

Otherwise he'll think
I'm stealing.

But just--just--just--
just a little bit.

-We wouldn't do that.
-Ooh! Ooh!

-Ooh.
-What?

-He asked for it.
-I ain't ask for all that.

(spits)

You knocked my damn tooth out.

You want me to finish them all?

Mm-mm!

TERESA: Call him.

Let's not wait.

Y'all messing with
the wrong motherfucker.

Tell you that goddamn much.

(engine starts)

Call.

*

We took Devon's truck
but still no call.

CAMILA: Go back to the driver.

Pressure him again.

JAMES: He's in the wind.

Look, it's not safe.

We're just targets
at a gun range.

-We need to leave.
-You stay where I say.

JAMES: And give Devon more time
to strike back?

You know, it's not just us
he's gonna come after.

Look, Finch isn't the only
distributor we can work with.

No, but he's the one I want.

Put Teresa on the phone.

Yeah.

CAMILA: Theresa...
(speaking Spanish)

Not yet.

We took his product.
He'll come to us.

I'm gonna go get a drink.
Pote, let's go.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Sí.
(speaking Spanish)

(dramatic music)

*

PROFESSOR:
I have Chicago handled.

If you had it handled,
you wouldn't be here, Professor.

Makes me feel like
someone else has the keys

to the house I built
and locked me the hell out.

You know
I don't ring doorbells.

I kick the shit in for you.

You ever known me
to let people

put you out in the cold
like that?

Especially with start-up dealers
like these?

Start-ups bring down empires.

What do they have to offer?

Bolivian coke.

Hmm. Purity?

98%.

(chuckles softly)

This ends now.

(chuckles softly)

Did you pay for it
or steal it?

(chuckles softly)

Well, paying isn't
that much fun.

What do you expect
in return?

I wanna give you
what you want.

Life doesn't care
about what you want.

We don't get to choose.

You can choose now.

Chicago's a long way
from Dallas.

I just wanna be together.

No matter what.

(gentle music)

*

And the chem test
is positive?

You're sure it's
the same product?

The Astrom Hotel?

We just caught a break
in Chicago.

A broker was arrested
with the same Bolivian cocaine

we found in Dallas.

Says he bought it at a hotel.

The dealer
could still be there.

Then get to Chicago,
but take

Colonel Cortez
with you.

Yes, ma'am.

(both speaking Spanish)

You show him, Colonel.

(cell phone vibrating)

Excuse me.

CAMILA: To assure a job
is carried out,

you must do it yourself,
but you should know that.

This task force
is not a personal vendetta.

I'm here in Dallas

as a concerned politician
and nothing more.

Oh, please. Save your
bullshit for the cameras.

The sicario you sent to Dallas
nearly killed me.

What? When did
this attack occur?

Oh, please, Epifanio.
At least be man enough

to recognize what you've done.

It's the truth. I will gladly
kill your business,

-but not you.
-Well, if it wasn't you,

then look
at your puppet Cortez.

If you can't control your dog,
it's best to put him on a leash

-or put him down.
-A wife gives ultimatums.

You lost your right
when you divorced me.

You wanna talk about rights?

Fine, Sinaloa has the right
to know who you are.

Isabela has the right
to know about your hypocrisy.

And I have the right to tell you
that I should have

listened to my father when he
told me not to marry you.

And your lies may work
in voting booths

and flashy press conferences...

(Epifanio groans)

Aah!

Epifanio?

-Call 911!
-Yes, sir!

(speaking Spanish)

(tense music)

All right, so we get those
Chilean passports George gave us

and then we get across
the Mexican border

and we grab Tony.

And then I got
enough connections

to fly us out of there.

Mexico's too dangerous for us.

Well, hell, anywhere
can be too dangerous.

Anyway,
we won't be there long.

Spain.

(chuckles softly)

Marbella.

We're gonna have
to live small.

You know,
lie low for a little bit.

"Drink cold sangrias
and make love in the sand."

(speaks Spanish)

I want that.
I'm ready.

We have to go.

Now. Before James and Pote
find out we're gone.

*

(music intensifies)

*

What made you think
you could come to Chicago

and screw with Devon's game?

Screw with my game?

We just want to make
a deal with him.

So you crash his party
and hijack his delivery.

Tell James and Pote
to come to your room.

Now.

(tense music)

*

-(phone dialing)
-(line trills)

JAMES: I was just heading there.
What's up?

Come to my room.
Bring Pote.

You two planning
a trip somewhere?

Just heading back to Dallas.

(room lock beeps)

(door opens)

PROFESSOR: Join the party.

*

PROFESSOR:
You have three hours.

For what?

PROFESSOR: You came to Chicago

for a reason, didn't you?

To meet Devon.

JAMES: Where are we
gonna meet him?

Palwaukee Airport,
private runway.

There'll be a plane
waiting for you.

How do we know
you won't kill us?

You don't.

*

(indistinct PA announcement)

A real man always knows
his woman's step.

Camila. (chuckles)

Está bien.

Inches from death

and you're still
a charming son of a bitch.

You risked being arrested
by coming here.

And on your birthday,
no less.

A heart attack isn't nothing.

Ah, it's a flea bite.
Mild.

-Leave it in.
-(speaking Spanish)

It's not a good look for me.

No, but living is.

(dramatic music)

When I lost you,

I thought my heart would break.

Perhaps it finally has.

*

JAMES: We've gotta get
to Palwaukee in an hour.

Let's get these bags
down to the garage.

This is one flight
that you're not gonna get on.

That's not really up to you,
my friend.

(chuckles)

Teresa's a strong woman,
now.

Stands on her own.

She's not that little girl
who you left behind

to be raped by Gato.

(breathing heavily)

Pinche puto,
you let that happen?

You let Epi make that call
and you didn't do nothing?

You can blame me.

You can blame Epifanio.

Are you too scared to look
at yourself in the mirror?

Hmm?

You stole from your padrino.

You snitch.

Now you come here
and you wanna tear down

everything that she fought
to rebuild?

Huh?

You walk out of here
and never come back.

(tense music)

James is waiting in the car.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Come on. Let's go.

(tires squealing)

CORTEZ: That's one
of Camila's men.

ALONZO: Cortez,
put the gun down, now!

We need him alive!

(intense music)

*

(grunts)

*

(monitor beeping,
respirator hissing)

(line trills)

-(indistinct chatter)
-(cell phone vibrating)

Oh!

(upbeat music playing)

(laughs)

*

Hey, Papi, what's up?
Uh, I'm kind of busy right now.

Isabela, it's Mom.
Your father...

What are you doing
with Papi's phone?

Are you two together?

What's going on
in there, Isabela?

Are you having a party?

No. And if I was, so what?

I don't know who of those
idiot little brats

you're hanging out with
told you it's okay

to disrespect your mother,
but you know--

(phone beeps)

(line beeps dead)

She hung up.

Is there a problem
with Isabela?

Yes. She had a father
that lost control of her.

She's home, studying.

She's home
with Kique Jimenez,

and I can assure you,
not one book is open.

You were supposed
to take care of that.

You know, I knew I couldn't

count on you
to be a good husband,

but at least I thought
you would be a good father

-to our daughter.
-What about you?

What mother
abandons her family?

Her little girl?

If she had a mother,
this wouldn't be.

If you are here
to blame someone,

turn the mirror on yourself.

See how long you can stare
at a lie.

Oh, I stared at you
for decades.

Oh, really?

(sighs)

And one last thing,
my love.

Next time your heart stops,

stay on the ground,
where you belong.

(sighs)

(grunting)

Looking for this?

(line trills)

I've got one of them.
Ninth floor.

(dramatic music)

*

Something's wrong.

(line trilling)

James isn't answering.

*

You got Camila's number two?
I'm on my way.

(elevator bell dings)

Feds got him.

POTE: Teresa! Hey!
GUERO: Teresa!

(beeping)

Ninth floor.
Let's go!

You are a good soldier,
Sergeant.

You know how to honor
the chain of command.

Your problem is, you are
under an unstable leader

that doesn't respect
your talent.

Women aren't meant
to be in charge.

What do you want from me?

I can use a man like you.

Under me, you can have
your own region to control.

No more risking your life
for a woman

who doesn't have
the capacity to rise.

Go on, soldier.

Take the weights off your legs.
Hmm?

I will set you free

and make you as powerful
as you were meant to be.

(elevator bell dings)

(grunts)

(intense music)

(grunting)

*

-Aah!
-(grunting)

Thought you were smarter
than that!

(grunts)

That's too bad.

(electricity crackling)

I had better plans for you.

-(grunts)
-(grunting)

Cortez, what are you doing?

You wear that necklace well.

Good.

'Cause it's the only thing
I intend on wearing

for the next few hours.

Ooh, business first.

We have some papers to sign.

-The trawler company.
-Mm.

After the seizure
of Jimenez's product,

the DEA's been sniffing around.

Teo did a good job
of hiding your ownership

in shell corporations.

But that's not
enough protection.

I have a contingency plan.

(chuckles)

Happy birthday, Camila.

(dramatic music)

You did good.

Very good.

*

(sighs)

(sighs)

(all panting)

ALONZO: Colonel,
I'm warning you.

You think you're in Mexico?

Your ass'll get arrested.

You can't get away
with that here.

CORTEZ:
Can't get away with what?

What should we do?

-I'm gonna need y'all's help.
-(groans)

CORTEZ: The cartels don't have
any respect for your rules...

(Cortez continues indistinctly)

(electricity crackling)

CORTEZ: They do not matter
to the cartels.

(Cortez continues indistinctly)

ALONZO:
This is not how we run things.

You wanna end up in jail?

Listen to me, okay?

We're supposed to be
on the same team!

CORTEZ: Back off
and let me do my job!

ALONZO: That's Camila's
number two. We need him!

CORTEZ: That's right, boy,
flesh.

That's him in the flesh

and I'm gonna keep doing it
as much as I want!

ALONZO:
The hell are you doing, man?

-(Cortez laughs)
-(electricity crackling)

Be cool, man.
The DEA don't roll like that!

CORTEZ: I've been fighting
cartels since you were sucking

on your madre's
low-hanging tetas.

Cartels don't care about
our rules and morality,

and neither can we!

-(electricity crackling)
-(speaking Spanish)

There ain't no we. Shock him
again and I'll show you.

Loya!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You looking for me?

He's just muscle.
He can't give you Camila.

Let him go.
You can have me.

You shot Finnerman
like a fucking animal.

CORTEZ: Does he still deserve
the rule of law?

You can shoot him dead right now
and no one would ever know.

Just cut him loose.

Cut him.

*

CORTEZ: Ah.

(speaking Spanish)

Hey!

Coronel.

Teresa...

*

Teresa, leave the bags.
Here, take your car.

Meet Devon.
We'll get him help.

(intense music)

*

(groans)

CAMILA: Mr. Finch,
I've been expecting your call.

I'll be arriving in two hours.

It'll be my pleasure to sit
and do business with you.

-Good.
KELLY ANNE: Camila!

Where's Cole?

And don't lie to me,
because I know he's up there.

Do I know you?

Yeah.

You know exactly who I am.

And I know
exactly what you are,

which is a drug dealer
and a whore.

And I'm not just gonna stand
here and bat my eyelashes

while you wreck
where I lay my head.

Do you really think your husband
would have an old woman like me

when he can have a young beauty
like yourself?

With all the amount of money
and power your husband has,

he can have any woman
he wants.

What are you doing up there
so late?

My business runs
on a 24-hour clock.

It doesn't stop at 6:00.

And neither does his billing.

Cole Van Awken cares
about his money,

so maybe you can ask him
what our arrangement was.

Now, if you excuse me.

I'm sorry for this
misunderstanding.

Claro.

(dramatic music)

*

Where's James?
Is he okay?

He will be.

*

People don't stay around long
when they mess with my business.

Yet you did it
without any hesitation.

Hesitation is a stutter step.

I needed to take a full one.

I had to force you
to the table somehow.

Well, you wanted my attention,
Ms. Vargas.

Now you have it.

*

If I'm still standing here
when Camila comes out,

I'm a dead man.

And if you're still
standing here--

She will hunt us both.

That's not
what's gonna happen.

I'm leaving,
but I'm gonna leave alone.

There's something I gotta
take care of first...

for both of us.

What?

Look, you just gotta
trust me on this one.

All right?
I gotta do it alone.

And I gotta leave now.

Pote's here for you
till I get back.

You can count on him.

Hey.

I'll be back soon,
all right?

I promise.

(gentle, somber music)

*

I love you.

*

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