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Previously on Queen of the South

No unnecessary violence...

Keep a low profile.

I'm Marcel Dumas.

My business associate, Bobby Leroux.

Miss Mendoza, congratulations on your opening tonight.

It's a big night for you.

That all you transporting? Liquor?

Pinche judge is a snake.

We need to know everything about.

Let's put Chicho to follow him.

What up, cuz?

Your cousin and his buddy gonna grab a few drinks.

I don't know if I can ever make amends,

but I... I would really sure like to try.

I appreciate what you did for Tony,

but I don't want you

anywhere near me or my business.

You puttin' it to that boss lady of yours?

Tell me the truth, amigo.

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Primo,eh.

Bye, Bobby.

Damn Mexicans.

Hey, Tony. Everything okay?

Uh, yeah.

I was just thinking about my mom.

Remember she used to play Luis Miguel

really loud every morning while she made breakfast?

Yeah.

Cafecito and Luis.

Her voice was really bad, though.

She sounded like a dying cat.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

What if we hang out tonight?

What do you think?

Yeah, that'd be great.

See you later.

Great. I'll see you later.

Bye.

Hi.

Emergency at the tequila factory?

It was my godson,

and it's a distillery.

Right.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Your godson okay?

Yeah.

Well, I see that you're dressed and ready to bounce.

Doesn't the boss get to make her own hours?

You got time for breakfast, right?

Good news.

I want to take you to my favorite brunch spot.

It's 9:00 a.m.

What the worst that can happen at the factory?

Y'all good?

Okay, I hope you like it.

This is my first time making huevos "rancher-Os."

Oh, wait. I forgot the best part.

Ho on!

You... you really shouldn't have.

Stop. This is literally the least I could do.

Okay.

Okay.

Uh...

Isis Tony having some?

No, he was up all night again,

so I'm letting him sleep in.

You should try a bite before it gets cold.

Mmm! Delicioso.

- You like it? - Yeah. Could I get some water?

Yeah, of course!

Oh, you gotta make sure you give me the recipe for this dish.

Oh, okay. You know what? Actually, there's enough for seconds,

if you want.

My... dad split when I was two.

My mom worked, like, three jobs,

so I used to spend a lot of time

at my best friend's house.

His dad was the drummer

in this band the Baptist church.

I used to go every Sunday with his family.

That's when I felt in love with music.

I'm starting to like your city.

Yeah.

I'm starting to like you.

Morning.

Delivery for Siete Gotas.

We don't have any deliveries scheduled.

Not according to my dispatch.

Who's it from?

Marcel Dumas.

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Go! Move it!

Sit down.

Pinche cabrón.

Jackpot.

Load 'em up.

The best memory...

- dahlias. - Mm.

Culiacán has gorgeous dahlias fields.

I used to love running around in them.

Why would anyone ever leave that?

I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to pry.

No. It's okay.

Um, I think I left

for the same reason everyone leaves:

more opportunities,

hope for a better life.

Well, it seems you found it.

I'm sure your people back home are proud.

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A ver, cabrón, you killed the fat one.

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Pinche mariquita.

Fine.

We'll take the fat one together.

Andale.

Andale.

- Pinche queso puerco cabrón. - No mames.

Got two.

We gotta get out of here!

If we can't have this shit, one can.

Let's go, let's go!

Vámonos, vámonos. Apúrate ya. Que Se van.

Mierda.

Hey, POTE.

What's wrong?

How much did you lose?

A lot.

There's something else, Teresita.

Es una maldición,

a curse.

It's a declaration of war.

I called off the deal with Dumas last night.

I didn't expect him to want to go to war.

But you couldn't predict that something like this

would happen, Teresita.

We could go to the judge.

No.

We can't owe more to Lafayette.

They hit us first. I say we call in the cavalry.

We pick a fight, nobody wins.

Raul is introducing us to a connection from Atlanta.

- A buyer? - More than that.

If we make a deal with her,

she can clear a path to the East Coast.

We can't risk all that.

We need to know everything about Dumas.

Jefa,I can't get through to Javier or Boaz.

They're probably just drunk somewhere.

When was the last me anyone saw Javier or Boaz?

Last night at the bar.

Let's go.

It'll be a state-of-the-art

prison complex,

bigger than Angola and more self-sustaining.

When we're up and running, we'll save the state

millions of dollars a year

per inmate.

What about your environmental problems?

We've run our own independent tests,

which clearly show the soil is free of any contaminants.

We've prepared all the documentation

for your review.

We'll go through the paperwork and get back to you.

Much obliged, gentlemen.

They'll be wanting another bite at the apple.

Well, thanks to the new partner

in the tequila business, we'll give it to them.

Hell, we'll plant them an entire orchard.

Once this prison's complete,

we'll do a clean sweep of the city.

Miss Mendoza and Dumas and all the rest

of the riffraff in our city

will forever after call this home.

Oh, one more thing.

Miss Mendoza had a man following me this morning.

I'd like to send her a little message,

maybe teach her some manners.

I bet this pinche cabrón hasn't even seen

his piin years.

- Let's just leave him here. - No seas pendejo.

Teresa can't find out about this.

We leave him here, he'll be found.

If we throw him in the water,

he'll get eaten by an alligator.

Scientist of the swamp and shit, eh?

Andale. Get on it.

Una.

Una, dos, tres

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...when you used to be that fat?

We used to call you Mazapán.

Cállate. We gotta fix this shit.

Chingados, ¿qué pasa, cabrón?

I'm deflating him!

Shit. Hey! Hey!

We already have two bodies on our hands.

You brought me out here to clean this shit up.

I'm gonna clean this shit up!

I went to Javier's apartment. No one was there.

Then I went to Boaz's hotel

and the guy at the front desk

said he never made it home.

Yeah, well, that doesn't surprise me.

They didn't look too good.

When was the last time you saw them?

Uh, Javier sent me home.

Said he'd close up.

He must've been smashed,

because he left the door unlocked.

Mm, maybe George is right.

They might be in the drunk tank.

I'll make some calls.

- Okay. - Venga.

Hey, they're big boys, okay?

I'm sure they're all right.

You believe in luck?

Yeah, yeah, I used to feel that way,

maybe 'cause my daddy was a gambler...

a gambling addict, to be clear.

Man, he lost

everything we had

more than once,

until one day,

luck shined on him

and he won the biggest pot of his life,

and he kept one chip for me.

I mean, eventually his luck ran out, but...

I've been lucky every day since I've had it.

Take it.

No.

You keep it.

I'm not giving it to you.

It's... it's a loaner,

so when your boys stumble back in here

begging for Bloody Marys,

You can give it back.

Here.

Thank you.

I got you.

No reception.

Pinchebirdman.

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Ten.

Just stopped.

No.

Bullshit.

I see the look in your eye.

Remember when Emilia had me stop smoking weed?

She was on that health kick.

She wanted me to quit eating meat.

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I just saw him. Let's go.

Okay, bien.

Llámame Si escuchas algo, ¿sí?

Muchas gracias.

That was Boaz's number two in Sinaloa.

No one's heard from him.

Is has to be related with the hit on the distillery.

You think it was Dumas?

Hey, you guys need to see something.

Oh, the smell of bleach is burning my nose.

No, that's the thing. The janitors didn't come today.

- Someone cleaned up. - Hey, yo.

Look what I found in the dumpster out back.

Hope this ain't Javier's blood.

Nothing.

The last 24 hours

of surveillance footage is just gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Wiped clean, just like the bathroom.

It has to be Dumas.

He took out Javier and Boaz off the board

right before he hit the distillery.

Makes sense, cleaned up

to buy themselves some time.

For all we know, they might be already dead.

No, it doesn't make sense.

He could've killed our men

at the distillery, but he didn't.

Well, maybe Javier and Boaz put up a fight.

- Had no choice. - Yeah.

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Dumas.

If he has them, he'll trade them for product.

Please leave a message after the tone.

He's not answering.

You should check on Tony.

Take Manny for protection.

On it.

What you got in mind, baby girl?

Come with me.

Where you going, Casanova? Hey!

Huh?

You know what?

You ain't Bobby.

No shit.

Who the hell are y'all?

You want these?

Those aren't mine.

Tiger man here

was in a place he was not supposed to be.

What the hell is wrong with you?

- Where's Bobby? - I don't know.

You do, or he wouldn't be here.

I'm not telling you shit.

What about you, Cheetara?

You got any thoughts?

Mm.

Bobby runs a poker game on Thursdays.

Corner store on Roman Street.

Asshole!

Let's go.

Hey, you're not gonna tell him, are you?

What's Many doing here?

He's here to keep an eye on you two.

There's a problem.

I want you to be able to protect yourself... and Tony.

How bad is it?

We don't know yet.

Keep it close.

Okay.

What happened?

No es nada. It's just caution.

- No one leaves the house. - Patrón.

Is Teresa okay? She still coming over later?

She's okay, but she's working.

She's not making it tonight.

Don't worry.

She's fine.

You always say that.

The less you know, the better is for you.

Yeah, because all this is working out so good for me.

Hey, whoa, Tony.

Okay.

I gotta go.

One more thing.

Burn this and spread the smoke all over the house.

Okay, now you're kind of freaking me out.

Don't worry.

I will never let anything happen to you.

Come lock the gate behind me.

Yeah, yeah, coming.

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Agh!

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You have us walking around for freaking hours,

pinche Mazapán.

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All day, talking and talking and talking!

I can't think!

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I took you in...

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Like when you killed your brother.

When you got your own son killed.

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If I stayed in Mexico, you would have killed me too.

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Man, this smoke is burning up my lungs

Gonna go get some air. Watch me.

I'm good.

Uh, hey there, buddy.

Oh, thank God, man. I...

I'm looking for Bourbon Street, but...

I'm about as lost as a fart in a fan factory.

You're on the wrong side of town.

Oh, great.

That... that sounds just like me.

See, I got one of these GPS phones.

Got map on it. If you could just point it out,

brother.

I just need to know if it's this way

or if it's that way.

How about you and me take a little walk?

Hmm?

You don't even know what you're getting into with this here.

You're already in it, cabrón.

Mind if I borrow that?

Andale.

Come on.

Dumas took two of my men last night.

I want them back.

I don't know shit about that.

Let's go.

Pinche cabrón.

Listen, compadre.

Hot seat's no fun.

Been there, done that.

You just tell us where they are,

and this all ends.

You can keep hitting me.

You're gonna get the same answer.

I don't know shit

about no kidnapping.

Mira.

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Now, I don't speak a lot of Spanish,

but that just don't sound good.

I swear to God,

I don't know a damn thing!

Hey! Hey!

Now what are we gonna do with him, eh?

Alligators will get him.

What, you think you're

the only pinchescientist of the swamp?

You know the one thing I can't figure out, primo?

Why are you here?

We were kings in Mexico,

and you gave all that up to come work for Teresa,

and now you got your head so far up her ass,

I can't tell where you start and she ends.

I didn't question that shit today.

No, hombre,I helped your ass out

because you broke one of her rules de mierda,

and you know why?

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The only reason I give you shit, primo...

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Vámonos.

I'm sorry to disturb your evening, miss.

I'm a friend of Miss Mendoza.

Okay, well, I don't know you.

I'm sorry. How did you get in here?

Oh, forgive me.

Where are my manners?

My name is Judge Cecil Lafayette,

and this is my associate, Detective Green.

Randall, show her your credentials.

Put her mind at ease.

Okay.

What do you want?

I'd like to talk.

Mind if we come in?

Do you have a warrant?

Oh. It's not that kind of visit.

Just a friendly call.

Well, Teresa's not here.

I know.

I'm here to meet you.

Uh, now, I-I didn't get your name.

I didn't give it.

I like you.

Okay.

Listen, I'm pretty busy, so is there a message

y'all would like me to give to Teresa?

As a matter of fact,

if Teresa want to know my secrets,

then she should ask me.

I'm an open book.

Having me watched only leads to trouble.

Hello, son.

What's your name, young man?

Tony.

Tony.

You Teresa's son?

No, he's not, and it's time for you guys to go, I think.

Make sure you give her that message for me.

Enjoy your evening, miss.

Don't worry! I know the way out.

Who was that?

I don't know, but something tells me

it's the big bad wolf.

Please pick up. Please pick up. Pick up.

Please...

No, you don't talk to her.

You don't even look at her.

Stop.

I just want to find them.

Will you help me?

Can I get a drink?

- Untie him. - Teresa...

Untie him.

Thank you.

Where are they?

You gonna let me go if I tell you?

Are they alive?

Marcel isn't a killer by nature.

He's a businessman.

You just gotta know how to speak his language.

You're stalling.

Agh

He's losing a lot of blood.

If he dies, we'll never see Javier again.

Ah, damn it!

He needs a doctor.

You gotta keep going.

Ay, damn it.

- What? - Too late.

Where's the car?

Oh, shit.

Hey.

"Private property. No trespassing."

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Hey.

Can't sleep.

You wanna come help me study?

What are you studying?

Uh, Louisiana law.

I miss practicing,

so hopefully I can get approval from the state.

When were you a lawyer?

Right, well, I've lived

many lives.

You know, I've been to hell and back

just in the last couple of years.

Is that how you feel,

kind of like you've been to hell and back?

You know, I keep having these nightmares.

This guy comes in my room and shoots me.

And it... it feel so real.

It's like I could feel the bullet going in my chest.

Mm.

You know...

Sometimes life can get real dark.

And it gets kind of hard to tell the difference

between reality and a nightmare.

You know, I have nightmares too.

I've been sober for six months,

and I keep dreaming that I relapse,

and it feels very real.

'Cause see, I got a second chance in life

just like you did.

But we're still trying to figure out

how to run away from our past,

and we'll do anything to do it.

You close your eyes and envision

somethin different,

but then your eyes open

and we're still stuck with ourselves.

So every morning,

I wake up and I pray to my higher power

for help to accept the things I can't change

and for courage to change the things I can.

You can't run away from your past, okay?

It's a part of you.

But the darkness, the nightmares...

you gotta lock that away,

because it isn't real,

and it's only gonna hurt us if we let it.

Patrona.

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