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They won't find that woman's finger even in a 10 kilometer radius.

Who are you? Who are your enemies?

- Why don't you tell us...? - I've got no enemies.

Fuck!

Damn!

A war has begun.

I'm positive that I saw them.

I saw the two men who set the bomb.

How can I leave without you?

I can't go with you, Siso.

The Russians caught me, cousin.

The Russians were sent by her.

I want to kill her with my own hands!

This is Teresa, La Mexicana.

Don't force us into a war in which all of us can moan more dead people.

My sincerest condolences, sir.

It's the beginning of the end for Teresa Mendoza.

And you're my secret weapon.

I will personally handle what's coming.

And if blood must rain from the heavens, we shall open the umbrellas.

Ma'am...

Will you dare let me be your guard, then?

You saved me, didn't you?

I saved you.

We're even.

We owe each other nothing.

Well...

How am I supposed to take that?

Will you give me the job?

Of course I will, Pote.

I'll have your papers arranged and have you bought decent clothes.

Ma'am...

Then allow me to thank you.

And tell you that if El Pote owes you something, El Pote will pay it.

If the Mexicans dare to come, here I'll be.

To kill them, one at a time.

Just...

I'd like you to buy my working tools.

The sheer truth is, the one I handle best is the Colt Double Eagle.

To defend myself like you deserve.

What do you think?

All right. Count on it.

The turns life takes, eh?

Yes.

Let's go, Pote.

O Grove, Galicia Spain

How can you pretend not to do a thing, father?

More than a cousin, Xavi was my brother!

And he was my nephew, damn it.

I loved him, too.

But what can we do?

That's what this business is like.

Hello, uncle. Why did you call me?

Hello, Albana.

How serious!

Siso... What are you doing her?

Weren't my husband and you together?

Where's my husband?

Have a seat.

No, it can't be.

It can't be!

No.

Don't you tell me that.

Not my husband.

My husband?

My dear...

You know Xavi was another son to me.

I swear on your daughters that I will avenge his memory.

I swear it to you, Albana.

You're even more stubborn than a mule, eh?

You should have been hospitalized until tomorrow, like the doctor said.

Ma'am... Hospitals are exactly like jails.

Instead of healing you, they leave you even worse.

Here.

Buy some clothes with this.

Hey, ma'am...

The leash will be more expensive than the dog!

Look at this.

Buy yourself some clothes.

Come here, have a shower, change your clothes.

There's a room to your name. See you later at the offices, all right?

- Yes. - Hey...

And... May I use this to get my working tool?

Do you think you can get it?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll see it through.

Go, then. See you later.

I'm so envious of you, Patricia O'Farrell!

I want to be like you when I grow up.

It's 11 a.m., gorgeous.

Cucho...

Why the hell do you call me before 12 p.m.?

I want you to get me an interview with the fabulous Teresa Mendoza.

Tell her I'm thinking of making her a celebrity since I met her.

La Mexicana is not at all interested in you or your gossip magazines.

Look, gorgeous. You go back to sleep.

Just tell her my eyes are on her, will you?

And don't you be jealous, I'll write about you soon enough.

All right, gorgeous. See you later.

Hiring that fat man to take care of you

is like letting a vulture take care of meat.

How can you trust your safety to a guy who's tried to murder you twice?

You don't understand because you're not Mexican, Oleg.

El Pote would be incapable to betray a boss.

Besides, you know it. When you had those three guys with you,

he was the only one who wouldn't open his mouth.

Plus, if it weren't for him, I would have died with the bomb.

You choose whom you trust.

And why.

The same happens with your lawyer.

With Teo?

What is the matter?

Nothing is the matter, really.

The thing is you take him to all your meetings.

He's got information about you. Too much, in my opinion.

Look...

Teo is a very important piece in my organization.

If there's something to say about him, say it at once.

If I die tomorrow, He'll know everything about me.

Is there something I should know?

Not for the moment.

It's just a friend's advice.

But it's you the stubborn one who always has the last word.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Friend Piero Melchiore.

What a pleasure to talk to you.

Who is it?

All right, same place.

8 p.m.

I'll tell her right now.

See you later.

This is it, Tesa.

The Italians are all yours.

Thanks.

Willy.

Look what just arrived from our office in Galicia.

The Pernas are arranging a burial.

And...

Who died?

This one.

Xavier Pernas.

Don Joaquín's nephew, inseparable with this son.

How did he die?

We don't know.

We've also got some photos

taken some days ago, of them meeting with the Italians, don't we?

Then the attack happened.

Don't you think war between the Galicians and La Mexicana has already begun?

Yes, it could be.

- Would you like a cup of coffee? - No.

I have some here, thanks.

All right, pal...

Spit it. What's wrong with you?

You and I are working together in this, aren't we?

Then when will you tell me who that secret weapon is?

What are you talking about, Flores?

You're watching too many movies, mate.

No, there's no secret weapon.

It is I, my twisted mind... Black humor.

Don't pay attention to me.

OK?

What are you doing here, Teo?

What do you mean?

We had arranged to meet first thing in the morning, right?

Did we?

I didn't remember. Sorry.

Excuse me. I don't know where my head is.

I will excuse you because you're the only person in the world

who can think of arranging a work meeting the day after having received an attack.

- I know. - Anyway... Tell me.

- How may I help you? - There's several things.

First, I need you to move your contacts to get Potemkin Galvez's residence permit.

Very well.

You must ask for his passport and I'll see how I can legalize him, OK?

- Very well. - Another thing...

We'll have a work meeting here, in a while.

Then I need you to join me for the reunion with the Italians.

They already found out you topped the fifteen tons, didn't they?

And now they want to be in business with you.

Amazing.

Very good. Anything else?

No, nothing else. You may leave, if you want.

Now we're through with the urgent, let's get down to what really matters.

Teresa...

Last night, when...

...when I left the hotel...

...I couldn't stop thinking about you.

Who are you?

What makes you so different than the others?

I see that Patty and Teresa treat you as if they had known you all their lives.

Yes, sure. We've been through a lot together.

Good things, and bad.

Where?

Where?

What?

Yes, where? Where did you go through that?

At a boarding school.

Yes, yes...

We went together to a boarding school.

Ursuline nuns.

Really stern.

An O'Farrell, a Mexican and you...

at the same nun school.

Hello, everyone.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Well... Not that I'm late...

I like generating expectation.

You're slavers, really.

Make me wake up so early to come to work.

Come on! Not even in jail did we have to wake up so early!

What jail?

That's how we used to call the boarding school.

I just can't stop thinking about the flavor of your lips.

- Why don't you let me try again? - Teo...

Teo, wait for me.

Stop it.

We're at the office.

It's just... I don't like this kind of confidence here.

All right, all right.

If those are your rules, I'm to abide by them like the lawyer I am, eh?

Well...I'm glad you understand that one thing is work

and another is...

If I must quit my job to get into your bed, I'll gladly do it.

- I'm going to see Teresa. - Don't go in there, Patty.

Why? What's the matter?

Teresa's busy with Aljarafe, the lawyer.

You should have said that first.

The difference between you and I is that for some strange reason,

you're afraid to feel, feel things.

- Feel things? - Yes.

Bravo! Bravissimo, Teo!

Of course you know what to whisper a woman in the ear.

Sure. Since she's a southerner,

you just drop some telenovela lines and that's it, eh?

What shall we name the telenovela?

"La Mexicana and Mr. Andalusian"?

Or better yet...

"Love in the Time of Narcotrafic."

And you...

I don't know how you can be so brilliant and so stupid at the same time.

Idiots!

What is wrong with you?

What was that tantrum all about?

You know perfectly what's wrong with me.

I just saw the lamest scene in my life.

Come on! I almost vomit because of those little pink clouds.

It turns out that the main character in that story is you!

Fuck! Wake up!

Fuck him if you want to, but don't you trust Teo.

I've known him for a long time.

Trust me: that guy could sell his mother to gain a profit.

Patty...

Who can understand you?

Wasn't it you who sold him to me like the best financial adviser in Spain?

It was you who brought him.

What happened now?

Are you jealous? Are you in love with Teo?

No... Tell me! If that's the case,

I swear I'll step aside. I've got no problem.

Do you really think I'm interested in that idiot?

Nobody can understand you. I asked about Teo some days ago

and you tell me that the love chapter is finished.

And you wouldn't fall in love again. What has changed now?

Nobody's falling in love, Patty. And yes... I like Teo.

I like him a lot. I think he's a smart guy.

And most of all, yesterday he made me feel something

I hadn't felt for many years.

Protection.

The feeling that there's someone there, that I'm not alone.

I hadn't felt that since Santiago.

That...That inexplicable thing we women need to feel every now and then.

It's been years since somebody said something nice to me,

or caresses me, or kisses me...

It's been years since I was in bed with a man who made love to me

as if I were the last woman on the planet.

- Teresa, what I'm trying to say... - I've been submerged for too long

in this fucking life, taking care of things others taught me

and that I did not ask to learn.

I'm becoming dry on the inside, Patty.

I'm a woman too, dammit!

I need to feel desired.

Teo is not to blame for a thing.

The only thing he did was to remind me how much I like men, Patty.

- That's all. - All right, all right.

Don't go on, Mexicana. I've understood perfectly.

If you want to die for Teo's love, that's your call.

But let me tell you one thing...

Teo will never be by your side like I am.

The problem is mine.

Partners, eh?

That we are and that we will be until we die.

Don't be dramatic, Patty.

Perhaps death is the best of blessings.

Nobody knows it.

Although everyone fears it as if we knew for sure it's the worst of evils.

And I didn't say that. Socrates did.

So, if you want to have a man by your side and that man is Teo...

...let me remind you you're not El Güero's girl

or the Galician's roommate.

Don't try and relive the past with a man who's not good enough for you.

- If I were you, I'd keep Teo at bay. - You're not being objective, Patty.

No, I'm not being objective because I love you.

And that complicates instead of helping.

But you'll never be able to say I didn't warn you about him.

I hope I'll never have to remind you these words and say "told you so."

You know how much I love you.

We're partners but we're friends first,

and I adore you.

But my private life is my own business.

It better be more private than usual.

Because the media aren't after me but after you.

Soon, they'll take a photo that will bring you trouble.

You've surpassed your Abbé Faria even at that: as a media celebrity.

Bravo for you.

It's time for the meeting, you get going.

I need to get high.

Coke calms me down.

You arrived just in time, uncle.

Why are you out of bed at this time?

Don't you play the fool. You lost.

Punishments are punishments.

What are you doing?

How could I, uncle?

It's unavoidable that that boy knows the truth eventually.

- Alberto... - Yes?

Do you know this man?

No.

Funny hat.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Good afternoon, everyone. - Good afternoon.

- I'm the ma'am's guard. - Guard?

Can you please tell her I'm here and ask what I need to do?

Excuse me. Have you got an appointment?

- Look, my name is Potemkin Galvez. - Right.

- And ma'am's waiting for me. - Ma'am? What ma'am?

Pote.

I'm sorry, Conejo. I didn't tell you about Pote.

Err... Well...

This is El Pote, my countryman. He'll be my bodyguard from now on.

Pote, this is Conejo. You already met her. That is Alberto.

This is Teo, and he's Dr. Ramos.

- All right? - All right.

- Shall we go to the meeting room? - Yes.

Not so quick, Potecito.

Very strong things happened between you and I.

So you'll gain my trust little by little.

And then we'll see.

But for the moment, you can't hear what I do.

Why don't you stay at the door?

See that no more bombs are set on my car, eh?

- As you command, boss. - Good.

That's good.

Shall we go in together?

- Nice to meet you. - Thank you.

Don't worry. I'll be out here.

Whatever you need.

Very well. Thanks.

The Italians just called.

They'll buy no more merchandise from us.

Are we going to stay with our arms crossed?

What else do we need that woman to do?

Xavi's death won't go unavenged.

War, father.

War.

I don't understand how you can be so calm.

La Mexicana must be laughing at us right now.

I can't recognize you.

We've made too many mistakes.

One more, and it could be the end of the Pernas clan.

You're too old, father.

It's not old age.

It is the wisdom of one who has lived to my age.

You must learn to act with cold blood.

Learn to step back when it's best for business.

La Mexicana won control over the Colombian merchandise from us.

That must return to our hands.

But we must perform astutely.

In this business, the one who always wins

is the one who knows to wait for the precise moment

to pull the trigger.

I'm glad you changed your mind, Mr. "Melchore".

Melchiore.

"Melchiore."

I've never struck deals with a woman.

He had never struck deals with a woman before.

Nor I with an Italian.

There's always a first time, darling.

You've done it.

From now on, Transer Naga

obtains the exclusive concession

for the transport of our drugs.

Congratulations!

It's a deal, eh?

You won't regret it.

I hope not.

Well...

It's been a pleasure.

The pleasure is mine. We kiss your hands.

We should celebrate this, right?

I'm ready.

- Let's go. - Let's go. Come.

Dimitrij... Thanks for everything.

From now on, El Pote will take care of me.

- Ma'am. - Thanks.

- Go get the car. - Yes, ma'am.

Thanks.

Look.... I'd really like to spend a while more with you.

I can take you home if that's all right with you.

Not today.

It's because of the argument with Patty, isn't it?

I'm not an idiot.

All day she's been looking at us like she wanted to kill us.

All right, tell you what...

Why don't we forget for a day who we are, where we come from

and the burdens we have?

And we just behave like a regular man and woman?

Regular? How?

Well... Regular.

I don't know... People relate each other.

They enjoy the pleasures of life.

You and I just met.

The truth is that...

Before I can enjoy the pleasures of life again and open up...

... I must forget many sad things from my past.

And that will be hard.

Well... We can always try...

If it doesn't work. Well... that's all right.

Look, Willy.

I just can't understand how a single woman keeps the whole department in check.

Well... that's the problem. She's not just a woman.

And we won't be able to catch her until we're able to value her.

I'm sure she's not half of what she'll be soon.

I was just informed that all the Italian mafia is gathered with Teresa

and all her people at one of Yasikov's discos.

What are they doing there?

I don't know. Some of their business...

Mendoza left a while ago with a man. The rest of them are celebrating.

It seems O'Farrell is cheekier than ever.

O'Farrell?

Excuse me.

What's wrong with him?

We talk about the disco and he takes off. What's wrong?

Operation Safo begins.

This is big. I just need them to kiss.

Even a tiny kiss.

If you get that photo, Miguel, this scandal will last for weeks!

Oh, dear me! We've got them!

Yes! Yes!

To the most beloved and feared woman in the Suncoast.

Cheers then.

Are you trying to seduce me?

Err...

Yes. Ever since I met you.

But as usual, you've got the last word.

Right.

Tequila.

Teresa, you're back.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were somebody else.

What a pity.

Such a beautiful woman doesn't take me for somebody else everyday.

What part of Mexico are you from?

You're accent sounds familiar.

From the beautiful city of Querétaro.

Tell me... Why is my Mexican accent familiar?

That's a long story.

To make it short, the Mexican accent turns me on.

I want tequila too!

Bartender!

Two tequilas.

I'm not very good at that love-making stuff.

We can make it better.

You'll like it when you do it with your man.

When you do it with me.

Like this?

Yes.

Like this.

But it can be better.

He wants to know who I am. I've got no problem in telling him.

My name is Guadalupe Romero.

She seems a gal, like any other.

You've said it yourself: she seems.

It would be convenient to investigate her.

We're two smart people.

We attract each other, am I not right?

You've been right in everything so far.

What are you doing?

I'm saying hi to your mom.

What's her name?

Tesa?

What are you doing here?

Hey! What's up?

Err...

These are my daughters, Paloma and Rocío.

And this is my wife, Eugenia.