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Patricia, you have to leave right away.

Three Mexican men are coming to kill me.

Where's Teresa?

I wouldn't tell you if I knew.

Find her and kill her.

If you don't, don't bother coming back.

Is that clear?

I've got the best consultant for Tanzernaga.

What's this jerk doing here?

If something goes wrong, you're in trouble.

Who are these guys?

The Italians.

Washington agreed. You're being sent to Spain.

You're traveling to Europe as a DEA agent.

Welcome to my party.

Who'll tell me who ordered Teresa's death?

If we pay our taxes, they won't mess with us.

-You follow? -Perfectly.

We're breaking up. I can't hear you.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

That was Ratas.

Damn.

I'm not criticizing what you've done so far.

But you Gibraltar people tend to get drunk at any bar, and secrets don't last long.

That's a lie.

It could not be truer.

One in three people in Gibraltar can be bribed.

Teresa.

Gibraltar was fine when you handled small money.

But now that you're going big, it's different.

I don't agree.

I don't care what you think.

I'm not here to argue with you.

-I think we should forget-- -Don't you ignore me!

-I'm the attorney-- -You're an idiot.

Don't insult me.

Eddie, shut up.

Thank you.

We should create companies with bank accounts outside the EU control.

All I've done is what you've asked me to do.

Of course, Eddie.

No one is attacking you. I'm not here to take anyone's job.

You're still going to work for Teresa, right?

I'm saying that you should forget about Gibraltar for good.

If the EU pressures England and things get tight, Gibraltar is history.

That's what you say.

I don't agree.

Damn.

We're talking business.

Not about smuggling hashish and tobacco, got it?

Girls, I wanted to take you to lunch.

Not sure if he has to stay for the meeting.

Not at all.

What do you say?

Let's go eat.

Eddie, go to a bar, get two beers and eat something.

See you at four.

Bye, Eddie.

This bastard's going to remember me.

Oh yes, he will.

Hello?

Mr. Epifanio.

I have very bad news.

There are 780 banks on a tiny island.

A two hour flight from Miami.

Virtual money. Complete confidentiality.

Grand Cayman, Caribbean... I like it!

What would be the next step?

We'd have to open two companies abroad.

They would obviously be covered by their corresponding prestigious law firms.

With bank accounts, of course.

Two?

Yes, for now.

You want to open more?

If it's more...

well have to prepare a structure that can handle the investment.

No rushing, no improvising.

Sounds nice, doesn't it?

When would everything be ready?

Two weeks at most.

I have to ask you an uncomfortable question now.

I need to know who will be running everything.

The two of us are in this together.

I understand, but I need only one signature.

Yes. Which of you is going to make the quick decisions?

That's you, Mexican.

Business demands waking up early, and I never wake up before noon.

Are you sure?

You'd let Teresa run everything?

It's crystal clear to me.

I trust her more than I trust myself.

She's my girl.

That's that.

Get started with the paperwork.

Alright.

We'll have to order some champagne to celebrate!

I'll go.

Teo, you're great.

Even when you're talking about boring things.

And you're the most beautiful bad girl.

Thank you.

Thank you, Teo.

No, thank you for your confidence in me.

You and I are going to work great together.

-Say it. -What?

-Say it. -What?

That you like him, that's he's a hottie!

Say it!

Yes, he's handsome and super hot.

But that chapter in my life is sealed and shut.

You should treat yourself.

Come on.

I'm breaking. I can't take it anymore!

You have to. You have to.

Look at Pote.

It doesn't hurt because of your big belly, right?

We're screwed, Ratas.

We're not making it out of this one.

Keep quiet and act like you're dead, that's all.

Here they come again.

Come in.

Here's your tea, Mrs. Teresa.

Conejo.

I'm sorry about what I said.

I owe a lot to you.

You've always been so nice to me.

But...

I don't know how to have friends, nor do I know how to love.

You don't have to explain anything.

I've seen plenty of people die.

I love you a lot. It's easy to love you.

And you don't want your enemies using me.

I don't want them linking you to me.

I don't want them hurting you when trying to hurt me.

I understand.

Paty explained a few things yesterday.

Well?

-Will you stop being so formal? -Of course!

No more Mrs. Just Teresa.

But let's not mention friendship.

I don't want to be tortured because of you.

They killed the men you loved because of drugs,

they threw you in prison... and you're still into that shit?

Fatima!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Mr. Oleg Yasikov.

Nice to meet you.

Mrs. Teresa Mendoza.

I'm Patricia O'Farrell.

Nice to meet you.

Mr. Angelo.

Mr. Giuseppe.

Good evening.

This is the right time.

The Mexicans have taken the U.S. business from the Colombians.

That's why now more than ever Colombians are forced to sell here in Europe.

We need to receive the purest cocaine for our distribution in southern Italy.

If you make us a good deal,

it could be the beginning of a vast and lucrative future for the both of us.

I was always taught that whispering in public was very rude.

She speaks perfect Italian. If you need translation, ask for it.

You specifically asked me here, Yasikov.

I think we should talk without the ladies present.

What did he say?

That he wants the women to leave.

First of all, sir, the women have names. We were introduced already.

She's Patricia O'Farrell and I'm Teresa Mendoza.

We own the shipping company Transernaga.

Now, your negotiations will be done with me.

You have two choices.

You either listen to my proposal or we leave right now.

Let's all take it easy.

Because, at this table, we all share the same interests.

Let's hear out Mrs. Mendoza, then we decide.

Fine.

I'm not used to doing business with women.

But there's no harm in hearing her.

He doesn't like to negotiate with women, but he's listening.

Good.

The goods would leave from Venezuela.

Hidden in motor oil cans.

Then to Casablanca in Africa.

An English cargo boat would take it to the south of Italy.

Your ten tons are unloaded there.

And the remaining five tons go to Romania.

Once on land, the next stop is Moscow.

Combining these deliveries will reduce transport costs and enhance security.

Less trips,

less risks.

Russians and Italians would be sharing expenses.

Now, my condition:

I don't accept drugs as payment, only American Dollars in cash.

What would our expenses be?

-What? -His expenses.

With this plan, you are saving 40 percent of what you currently pay the Galicians.

Excuse me, I must make a phone call.

He's phoning someone.

It's like an Italian movie. More tension than in Colombia.

And you are...

Juan Hernandez, Anti-narcotics Department

I'm Pablo Flores.

Welcome to Spain, Willy.

Thanks for having me reassigned to the case.

We were concerned when they got you off the case

because no one in Spain knows Teresa like you.

Right.

Chief Flores has worked hard in this case.

Despite some problems, he is running operations again.

Right, Flores?

We only have one condition to finalize this agreement.

We don't want a war with the Galicians.

If you can negotiate with the Pernas clan,

and avoid a bloodshed, we agree to your terms.

If not, we forget this meeting ever happened.

What about the Pernas?

Negotiate with the Galicians or no deal.

I don't negotiate with my enemies.

It's been a pleasure. Good evening.

A pleasure.

We, the Russians are in.

I'll talk to the Mexican to see what can be done about the Galicians.

Gentlemen, good evening.

Good evening.

The Mendoza case was dismissed mainly for Nino Suarez's corruption.

It's worrying. She is gaining importance here and it'll be hard to bring her down.

That's why I need your support.

And you'll have it. Flores here will be your liaison.

Well, I leave you. Flores can fill you in on where we are with the Mexican.

Once again, welcome to Spain, Willy. Have a good day.

Scotch, Flores?

Yes. On the rocks.

I want you to know that to me getting the Mexican is a matter of honor.

To me as well.

O GROVE, GALICIA. SPAIN.

Is that data accurate?

Well.

Who was that?

The Italian Camorra.

He got a proposal from the Mexican

to reduce transport costs.

I told you, father.

She must go down.

-This is serious. -She screwed us for the second time.

There'll be no third. This needs a solution.

There came a time I didn't trust anyone.

I went to the Academy for Martin, you'll know him soon, young but with potential.

Long story short, I didn't even trust the Director.

Specially when I learned that my mentor Nino Juárez, was corrupt.

He tipped all these people of our operations.

-Why the hell isn't he in jail? -A deal.

The perks of knowing where the bodies of your men are buried.

That's not the worst. The problem is that he's offering his services to the Mexican.

Speaking of the devil.

Ismael, scotch please.

Look who's here.

I know you're back. Congratulations.

Who's your friend?

Lucio Mendoza, at your service.

Mexican accent, right?

Right.

-Light? -I quit.

Spanish accent, right? Olé!

-What are you doing so far away? -Holidays.

Saved my whole life to visit Costa del Sol.

And here I am.

-How long have you two-- -We've just met.

I love making friends everywhere.

Well, enjoy. Cheers!

Your wife? Good, right?

Survival, mate. Cheers.

I won't negotiate with Galicians. Santiago and his memory means more than business.

Sorry, Oleg.

Teresa, you're angry and can't see things clearly.

When you can sit an enemy at your table, you must do it.

Come in.

We need to talk.

What is it?

Yes, just saw Flores with a weird Mexican.

Not sure if tourist or cop but I didn't like him.

What did he look like?

A small red haired guy, freckles everywhere.

You don't need to worry.

I can't relax until I know where the Mexicans following me are.

-Which Mexicans? -Nevermind.

I need to think. I'm going home.

-I'll go with you. -What is it?

No, no. We can talk on the way.

We need a strategy against the Galicians.

See you tomorrow at noon.

Shit, the Mexicans again.

-What are you doing here? -And you?

Why are you here?

I finished what Teresa gave me and wanted to install the cameras.

-She didn't say you'd be here. -She doesn't know.

And you too, I'd rather you didn't tell her.

I forgot to ask her for some money.

I'm embarrassed, but I don't have much cash now.

-It's that I just got out of-- -Got out of where?

Hospital. I've been in hospital.

-Are you ill? -Kind of.

What is it?

Trauma. Tension. Nerves, mostly.

Nervous breakdown?

Breakdown, yes.

It's that, well, I lost a relative.

In fact, two relatives.

Husband and mother in law.

They died, tragically.

Tragically.

-Where are you taking me? -Surprise.

Everything ok?

Yes, sir.

Teresa.

Your enemies wait for you to decide what to do with them.

The fate of these men is in your hands.

Oleg, your gun.

No.

This is personal. Your gun.

No. Let my men deal with it.

The Mexican has enemies but also many allies.

Teresa has a strong temper.

When she was running, I took her to the U.S.

I threatened to throw her off the plane if she didn't talk.

She did not break.

You talk about her like you admire her.

Maybe I do.

She gained respect in a business led by violent men.

But she's still the same thug she always was.

Here in Spain, she is growing.

When she hears we opened the case again, she'll come for me.

No. Not if we act with caution.

She can't know we're on her until we get her.

She can't know I'm here, Flores.

Her contacts are global, not just Spain.

What do you know about her trip to Colombia?

She made a deal with some Russians who live here in Spain.

Yasikov.

We need to find out where and when that shipment gets to Spain.

Well, let's do it then.

Yes, Flores.

Don't get your hands dirty with this scum.

I won't get them dirty.

I'll get my memories cleaned.

-You don't know what these men did to me. -No, I'm sorry.

It's my responsibility, Oleg.

I don't agree!

This is my war, not yours!

I don't care who kills me. Cut the chat and shoot. Shoot!

You shut up, Pote! You will want to die soon!

Shut up.

Mexican, have mercy, please.

Sorry.

I swear I'm sorry.

Shut up, Gato, shut up. You sound like a girl.

As if you didn't enjoy what he did to you, bitch.

Ratita,

You're nothing without a gun.

Shut up.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die!

You sound like a girl!

You're lucky.

You're the first to go to hell.

You know your nephew, sir.

But who sent him to Spain?

How could you let him get on that plane?

No one can control Ramiro, sir.

He got on the plane and that was that.

He left without your permission, and without mine.

What do I tell his mum now?

With all due respect,

you'll have to tell the truth, because if they return, it will be in a wooden box.

God forbid.

I hope every time you saw yourself in the mirror you remembered me, Gato.

Because I never, ever forgot you.

I swear you will never rape again.

Too bad, Gato.

-Stop! -Let go! I must do this!

For my friends, their children and for El Güero!

That traitor!

-You son of-- -Teresa!

When you kill there's no way back.

Trust me, I know.

Enough! Enough!

Teresa, look at me! Look at me!

We'll do with them whatever you say. But you can't lose it.

What is it?

What do you mean?

Why do you think there's something?

We've known each other for long. I know when there's trouble.

What about my son?

I asked around. Talked to César...

Don't beat around the bush. What is it?

Batman needed to get things done in Spain, but people who--

-With enemies? -Yes, with enemies.

You know Ramiro, he was determined to go with Potes.

That was that.

Batman could not stop him, he just wanted to go.

Tell me already.

They got caught.

They fell into a trap and you know the rest.

I understand and respect your feelings.

But don't let them see you lose control.

The worst in me, the lowest, is what these bastards did to me.

They are messengers.

They follow orders. Like my men.

Look at them.

They do what I don't want to do.

These losers were sent by someone. A man called them this morning.

Batman or something.

-He asked if you were dead yet. -Batman?

Forget them. My men will deal with this.

Fine. Let's go.

Let me go!

Gato, don't!

She's the Güero's wife! And he was our mate.

Don't worry, miss. This won't hurt.

Take this one to hospital.

When he gets better, send him to Mexico so he can tell his boss who I am.

Yes.

And you...

safe trip to hell, bastards.

Bitch!

When we leave, do what you have to do.

Yes, sir.

Ready!

Kill him! For snitching!

Snitch!

Untie him!

Thanks.

It's over.

They are your past now.

-SCENES FROM THE NEXT EPISODE -The past never dies.

It's always there.

Comes back when you least need it.

Why did she spare Pote?

He must have ratted us.

Traded his life for ours.

I need to know all about her.

-About Patricia? -Yes, and her link to Teresa.