All language subtitles for Queen.of.the.South.S04E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

TERESA: Previously on
Queen of the South...

I'm sending you into exile.

Kill me now, or this won't
be the last you see of me.

It will if you want
Isabela to live.

Tony, get down!
Get down!

(tires screech)

(dramatic music)

Brenda.
(sobbing)

No!

TONY: You said
you will protect me.

As soon as I make enough money,
I'll come for you.

(tires screech)

CASTEL: I'm Castel Fieto.

I have connections
in government.

You made a deal with my uncle
but not with me.

TERESA: Isn't Reynaldo
in charge of her family?

(groans)

JAMES: Selling on the dark web,
cutting out the middleman,

and turning product
into champagne.

We did it.

Been a hell of a ride,
but this is where I get off.

I'm gonna miss you.

EPIFANIO:
You need to learn to relax,

like your brother here.
Look at him.

Well, maybe he knows
something I don't.

-(gunshot)
-Oh!

TERESA: We'll work together.
You'll run Sinaloa.

You can count on that,
Teresa Mendoza.

We need more men.

That's why we contacted
Javier Jimenez, Boaz's cousin.

He's one of the
toughest cabrónes I know.

48 hours ago,
we didn't have a supplier.

Now we own the corridor
all the way from Sinaloa

down to Phoenix.

-Salud.
-Salud.

POTE: Where are we going?

You'll see.

MAN: They say money
is the root of all evil,

but that's
the first place I read:

"In God we trust."

Crazy, ain't it?

-(hip-hop music)
-(man rapping in Spanish)

TERESA: Running a cartel
is like driving a motorcycle

a hundred miles an hour
in traffic.

Any miscalculation,

any mistake can have
fatal consequences.

MAN:
* She lives for the Queen

* Gave her life to the game

* I ain't talking about sugar
but she sweet with the cane *

(rapping in Spanish)

*

* Blood, money

(rapping in Spanish)

* It's all for the money

(rapping in Spanish)

* Blood, money

(rapping in Spanish)

-* And you know that we
-* Get money all day

TERESA:
No one gives you a manual

on how to be the boss.

So every difficult decision

falls on you.

And when your people fail you,

as hard as it is,

you have no choice
but to let them go.

-* It's gonna be all right
-* It's gonna be all right

*

(suppressed gunshots)

*

WOMAN: * Let's go

(man rapping in Spanish)

*

* She's the queen
of all queens *

* She's the queen
of the deck *

* She's the queen
of the chess *

* But she's the queen, check

TERESA:
History and human nature

have proven time and again

staying on top

is never bloodless.

*

MAN: * Blood, money

(rapping in Spanish)

* It's all for the money

(rapping in Spanish)

* Blood, money

(fireworks booming)

-* You know that we
-* Get money all day

-* Get money all day
-* Get money all night

-* Get money all night
-* It's gonna be okay

-* It's gonna be okay
-* It's gonna be all right

-* It's gonna be all right
-* Get money all day

-* Get money all day
-* Get money all night

-* Get money all night
-* It's gonna be okay

-* It's gonna be okay
-* It's gonna be all right

* It's gonna be all right

-(fireworks booming)
-(indistinct chatter)

*

(distant car horn honks)

(phone buzzes)

(phone beeps)

-BOAZ: Jefa.
-Where are we?

Took six months to get
everything lined up.

You'll receive your shipment
by the end of the week.

Good.
We'll talk soon.

You got it, boss.

(man rapping in Spanish)

*

(foghorn blares)

*

Go.
Ready.

Little something
for date night.

(grunts)

*

(distant foghorn blares)

POTE: What is this place?

TERESA: 30,000 square feet
of commercial property.

Restaurants,

stores,

a movie theater.

Our future.

You want to build a mall?

I want us to own
legal businesses.

That's why we're expanding.

We already own a big piece
of the southwest.

Expanding could bring risk.

If we make more money,

we can buy more real estate.

Then we won't have to work
with people like Castel and Boaz

who even murder
their own family.

You really think we could
be legit in the U.S.?

Many great American
family fortunes

started with crime.

-(chuckles)
-Why not us?

You could have
your restaurant here.

What do you think?

Potemkin Cantina.

(laughs)
I like it.

*

Were you able
to get a message to James?

No one's heard from him.

James is a ghost.

*

(distant car horn honks)

Everything okay at the port?

GEORGE:
Why wouldn't it be?

It's just a truck
full of cacti.

Load her up.
Hey, principessa.

-How are you?
-Oh.

I'm good,
happy as a clam.

-Chuy.
-POTE: (speaks Spanish)

JAVIER: (speaks Spanish)

-We finally have our product.
-We do.

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music)

(gun clicks)

*

(car door shuts)

What's Castel doing here?

It's a show of force.

(soft dramatic music)

*

CASTEL: I apologize
for my unannounced visit.

I'm on my way to LA
for a meeting,

and I wanted to come in person

to give you some
really good news.

I pulled some strings
with a friend

in the Mexican government,
and...

You're no longer wanted for
the murder of Epifanio Vargas.

You must have powerful friends.

Mm-hmm.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Why are you really here?

I have a problem.

A small group
of Colombian farmers

are cutting into my business,
and I heard

that they're getting ready
to ship to New Orleans.

You think I'm the buyer?

Are you?

I made a deal with you
and only you.

I'm sorry for my suspicions,

but you know
in this line of work,

there's an enemy
in every corner.

That doesn't mean
we need to create them

where they don't exist.

*

I bet on you, Teresa.

I appreciate that you did.

Thank you.

I have to go.

I'll let you know when
the next shipment is ready.

*

-Have a safe trip.
-Thank you.

*

That's not a show of force.

(car doors slamming)

It's fear.

(dramatic musical flourish)

(soft chiming)

(dramatic music)

*

JAVIER:
All the agave was unloaded.

We're ready to bottle
the product.

So now we're up and running, we
strictly dark webbing it again?

No, we need a distributor
to expand into the East Coast,

someone who can introduce us
to the major players.

-Javier has an idea.
-Raul Rodriguez.

He's a Cuban dealer
out of Miami.

He moves about a ton a month
in Southern Florida.

He has connections
all the way up to Canada.

GEORGE: I heard of him.

Call him El Gordo
'cause he used to be the shape

of one of them roasted pigs
in Little Havana.

(chuckles)
It's quite delicious, actually.

Didn't he do business
with Epifanio?

Ay, and then Camila.

With both of them gone,

he was forced to become
his own smuggler.

GEORGE: Which makes
his deliveries unreliable.

There was a huge bust,
Port of Miami last month, DEA.

That's why I think
I can convince him

to do business with us.

Listen, I wanted to remind
you guys something:

no unnecessary violence.

Keep a low profile.

In this city, we're
legitimate business owners.

'Kay?

Thank you.

I have a meeting at the bar.
See you guys later.

There's beer in the fridge.

POTE: Don't drink it all,
cabrónes.

(indistinct chatter)

(engines rumbling)

(soft jazz plays)

-TERESA: Hey, Birdie.
-BIRDIE: Hey.

-TERESA: What's going on?
-(door slams)

BIRDIE:
Taste this magic elixir.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

-It's good.
-BIRDIE: Yeah, of course it is,

'cause I made it
with your fine tequila

and my dope mixology skills.

Mmm.
What's it called?

The Teresita,

after your cute-ass nickname
for the boss.

-(chuckles)
-Patróna, what took you so long?

It's a nice day.
We walked.

René Bardot,
the liquor board rep,

he's in your office, Teresa.

-Great. Thank you.
-BIRDIE: Mm-hmm.

Spoke to one of El Gordo's men.
We're in luck.

He's in New Orleans
for a cockfight.

Really?

His man told me
he raises his own roosters.

Likes to throw big over-the-top
underground fights.

-We should go.
-Ay.

Gracias.

-Come with me.
-(door opens)

(indistinct chatter)

Mr. Bardot.

I'm Teresa Mendoza.

This is Javier, my manager.

Says in your deed
you got a co-owner,

George...Megalos?

What is that,
Arab?

(laughs)

You know, only citizens
can get liquor licenses

in this place, Ms. Mendoza.

He's American and a busy man.

I'm in charge of the bar.

Well, I'm afraid
I got bad news.

It's gonna take a couple more
months to get you approved.

What's the problem?

I put in applications
six months ago.

Things move real slow
around here,

and us government
employees, well,

we're overworked and, uh,

underpaid.

Maybe I can help.

Javier...

And I don't accept pesos.

(sighs)

(safe beeping)

(safe clicks)

You better watch
that foul attitude, Pancho.

What did you call me?

TERESA: Javier.
Javier.

I think I can move you
to the front of the line.

You can finally
open your doors.

(tense music)

*

BOBBY: (clears throat)

Got us lunch.

You ever see me eat

inside my car?

(wrapper rustling)

MARCEL: A bar owner
with two bodyguards.

(scoffs)

That seems a bit strange to me.

You find out anything
about our new neighbors?

Yeah, they got
a winery in Phoenix.

They make wine in Phoenix?

It all checked out.
They're legit.

-(engine turns over)
-Nah, man.

This is New Orleans;
there ain't nothing legit.

*

It's time we introduce
ourselves.

(engine turns over)

Thank you for the update.

Okay, bye.

-(phone beeps)
-That was Taza.

He says the last load
from Phoenix

came in short five kilos.

POTE: All our product
come in through Mexico.

I can only think of one person

who has the balls
to steal from us:

Boaz.

If he's stealing from
the Southwest shipment,

he can blame it on Taza.

(phone rings, keypad beeps)

Jefa, you received
the shipment?

Yes.

But we have
a problem in Phoenix.

We're short five kilos.

You want me to send some men
to talk to Taza?

I don't suspect Taza.

I know you're not
accusing me of stealing.

All our product
goes through you.

Teresa, I would
never steal from you.

I give you my word.

Then mistakes are
being made in Sinaloa.

(sighs)
If someone working for me

is stealing from you,

then I'm gonna
take my blowtorch

and I'm gonna go
from house to house

until someone gives up
this pinche pendejo ladrón.

I'm gonna shake
the family tree.

No torturing innocent people.

Find out who it is and
make him pay back what he owes.

You gave me Sinaloa to run.
I'll run it my way.

You run it by my rules, Boaz.

As you wish, jefa.

(phone clacks, keypad beeps)

(foreboding music)

*

-Hold up.
-Easy.

MARCEL: Just looking around.

TERESA: Hello, gentlemen.

Unfortunately,
we're not open yet.

That's okay.

Just wanted to come
by your house,

check out what you did
with the place.

Been about five other owners
of this bar before you.

Like, nobody can seem to, uh,
make any money up in here.

Hopefully, we can change that.

I'm Marcel Dumas.

My business associate,
Bobby Leroux.

Teresa Mendoza.

I own a little jazz spot
down the way,

so I guess you can say that
I'm the welcoming committee.

Bobby, please give
the lady the pralines.

My wife makes those, yeah.

-Better than you can buy 'em.
-Thank you.

It's just a little gift

from the, uh, People of Color
Chamber of Commerce.

Marcel is the president
of the P Triple C.

MARCEL:
We're an informal organization.

It's just people of color

looking out...

For other people of color.

You need the right friends
in this town.

If I understand correctly,
you, uh,

you're making your own tequila.

Ah, see, most of the locals,
they, uh, stick with rum

or bourbon.

That, uh--that agave...
(exhales)

That's hard to come by.
But...

I guess you're just doing you.

We have an amazing bartender.

We hope we can add something

to the city's
rich cocktail history.

I'm sure you will, but I'll--
uh, promise I'll come back

and, uh, check you out
during your opening.

Please.

Let me know
if you need anything.

-Thank you.
-Yes, ma'am.

Undercover police?

-I don't think so.
-(phone chimes, buzzes)

JAVIER: (speaks Spanish)

We're in for El Gordo's fight.

50,000 buy-in.

There's a dress code.

A dress code for a cockfight?

(scoffs)
I miss Mexico.

(lively salsa music)

*

There.
There he is.

TERESA: Okay, let's go.

This is crazy.

(clucking)

MAN: Put me down for 500.
Come on, baby, let's go!

MAN: Let's go!

*

WOMAN: That's right, 5,000.

TERESA: Señor Rodriguez.

WOMAN: 5,000, yes.

My name is Teresa Mendoza.

May I have a minute
of your time?

Teresa Mendoza.

Well, if you know me,
then you also know

I have the best product
on the market.

Tasted it once,
impressive.

You see him?

That's my boy, Papito.

Put your money on him.

I'm sorry.
I don't gamble.

Ah, your loss.

-What are the odds?
-Five to one.

Mm.
(speaks Spanish)

(snaps fingers)

Ten grand on Papito's opponent.

Don't they call you El Gallo?

You should recognize a winner
when you see one.

You're gonna lose
all your money.

But if I win,

I win big.

Five against Papito.

Like the man said.

"If I win, I win big."

More money for me.

Okay, flaca.

You wanted a minute of my time.
You got it.

Talk.

I know you never meant
to be a smuggler.

I have a unique way
of moving product

that is less risky.

I can offer you 20% off
the first shipment.

-And 10% on any deals that you--
-(feedback squeals)

REFEREE: Ladies and gentlemen,

for the first fight
of the night,

we have the Everglades
versus the Bayou:

the Cuban missile, Papito,

versus the Cajun Killer, Rocky!

-(cheers and applause)
-And we have a fight!

(overlapping shouting)

(rooster squawking)

Go on, please.

There was a DEA raid in Miami.

I can help you with supply.

If I become your supplier
and smuggler,

I could solve
two problems for you.

I don't need
your product, flaca.

I buy my shit from
independent farmers.

(rooster squawks)

I'm done with
the pain-in-the-ass cartels.

No offense, but you people
are always chopping off heads.

This is not how
I run my business.

Well, congratulations,

but that doesn't
change my mind.

(crowd whooping)

(shouts excitedly)

(laughs)

(speaks Spanish)

REFEREE: The winner,
Cajun killer Rocky.

(man speaks Spanish, laughs)

-(man shouts, groans)
-EL GORDO: (laughs)

(subdued chatter)

-(grunts)
-(crowd gasps)

EL GORDO: (laughs)

(indistinct chatter)

Come on!
What's going on?

Dale!
Play some salsa!

This is supposed to be fun!
Come on!

Come on,
pay el gallito his money.

-(salsa music starts up)
-This is about the only cash

you or your people
will ever see from me.

*

Just give me a minute.

POTE: Órale.

MAN: Vamos!

You should put
some ice on that.

Gordo used to be fun,

then he got the lap band.

-I think he's just hungry.
-It's still early.

I'm sure you can find
something fun to do tonight.

I gotta work.

I thought you were here
just for the fight.

And business.

But, uh,

maybe I can squeeze in
some time for pleasure.

Wanna meet up later?

Maybe.

What time are you done?

Around midnight.

Too late for me.

*

He has a load coming
into New Orleans tonight.

-How do you know?
-Miami's shut down.

Raul needed
a new port of entry.

Castel said
that her competition

was shipping to someone here,

and Cheo just told me
he's working tonight.

Are we making a move?

If he believes
he doesn't need us,

he won't make a deal.

So we have
to make him need us.

(dramatic music)

Let's go.

(foghorn blows in the distance)

(sighs)

Cruise ship just came in
from The Bahamas.

It's the only one coming
into the port tonight.

GEORGE: All right.

Now we look for something
out of the ordinary.

JAVIER: That case could fit
a hundred kilos.

GEORGE: Ah, it's too obvious,

though it would make a good
episode of I Love Lucy.

(both chuckle)

GEORGE: Check out the crew.

And why are
their suitcases so big?

-GEORGE: Mm-hmm.
-It's The Bahamas.

All they need are
a couple of bikinis.

WOMAN: Okay.

WOMAN: See you later.

(indistinct chatter)

GEORGE: Who we got here?

WOMAN: All right.

-Bye.
-(laughs softly)

-(car door slams)
-GEORGE: Teresa's right.

El Gordo's got himself
a crappy rum run.

He needs us more than he knows.
(laughs softly)

(engine turns over)

(engine turns over)

(reggaeton music
playing over radio)

Yo, that cute Mexican jeva
from the fight today?

She was flirting
with me hard, bro.

I could've hit that
if I wasn't working so late.

(laughs softly)

(horn honks)

-(gun clicks)
-Don't do anything stupid.

(suspenseful music)

Give me your guns.

*

(guns rattle)

Get out of the car now.

Move!
Back up!

(reggaeton music
playing over radio)

(engines rev)

(tires screeching)

*

I hate reggaeton.

-(tires squeal)
-(men groaning)

(slow piano music)

*

(phone buzzes)

-(phone beeps)
-Hey.

It's done.
No problem.

TERESA: Great.
Thank you.

Have a good night.

-Bye.
-(phone beeps)

(dramatic music)

*

TERESA: Gracias.

(phone buzzing)

Patróna.

It's Boaz.

(phone beeps)

Que pasa, primo?

What's with this pinche
no torture policy?

People are going
to lose respect for us.

The Jimenez name
still means something,

but if we're soft,
it won't for long.

Have you found who's stealing?

(inhales)

I'm still questioning people.

No one's talking.

JAVIER: Then keep at it.

MAN: (moaning)

He's still looking, patróna.

Gracias.

(grunts)

(vase shatters)

It's that bitch,
Teresa Mendoza.

(shouts) Puta!

*

BIRDIE: Okay,
and then a splash of OJ.

Hey, I said a splash,
not a shower.

Doing?

Cocktails is too much work,
too many ingredients.

Tequila is clean.

BIRDIE: Yeah, till you
drink more than two.

Then it gets real dirty
real fast.

How dirty we talking about?

You are nasty.
You are really nasty.

TERESA: Let's go, Pote.

BIRDIE: (laughs)
Bye.

-Bye, girl.
-See you.

(phone clicks and beeps)

(line trills)

JAVIER: Let me
tell you something.

When you act like a maniac,

people start suspecting you
of not being loyal.

-Are you stealing from Teresa?
-(sighs)

And just because
I question la jefa's style...

This nice guy crap
that Teresa wants...

(speaks Spanish)

She doesn't kill people
as her first option.

Is it so hard
to follow an order?

(laughs softly)

I'll do it

'cause I'm a good soldier.

-Teresa better not forget that.
-JAVIER: No. No, no, no.

Don't you forget
that in this business,

we're all replaceable.

Are you threatening me, primo?

Just giving you
a reality check.

Cabrón.

-(line beeps)
-MAN: (groaning softly)

*

My boss lady wants you
to pay back what you stole.

(grunting softly)

I'm gonna take care
of it for you.

I'm a generous man.

I'm not gonna
touch your family...

Just you.

(birds chirping)

(car doors slam)

What is this?

Your house.

Teresita.

This is too much.
I can't.

Yes, you can.

Let's check inside.

(soft music)

POTE: Whoa.

TERESA: (laughs)
Go inside.

*

Teresita!

Nobody has ever done
something like this for me.

You deserve it.
You work hard.

You protect me.
You counsel me.

You're my friend, my family.

How can I protect you
if I stay here?

I'm gonna be too far from you.

You need your own house
to live your life.

After everything
we've been through,

this is a new start.

It seems like
since we moved here,

you need less of me.

Everyone I loved is gone,
except for you.

I will always need you
by my side.

(phone buzzes)

It's Raul.

(phone beeps)

-Hello?
-Flaca.

I need to
talk business with you.

Meet me at the same place
I had the fight.

-TERESA: I'll be there--
-(phone beeps)

He wants to meet.

-It could be a trap.
-It is a trap.

He's a businessman.
He wants to make money.

We can make him money.

Let's go.

We are bringing guns, right?

Teresita?

(tense music)

*

CHEO: Only you.

She doesn't go anywhere
without me, cabrón.

-No guns.
-No guns.

*

-Hey.
-I'm not armed.

-(plastic rustling)
-Teresita.

(lights click, door rattling)

I thought you didn't
gamble, flaca.

I don't consider this a gamble.

This is for you.

Well, thank you.

But it doesn't seem like
the appropriate time for a toast

right before
you're about to die.

It's a bottle
of liquid cocaine.

(laughs)

This is how
I smuggle my product.

This is cocaine?

Yes, a whole kilo.

We ship liquid,

and your people convert it
into powder.

I've been using this system
for a year now.

The DEA hasn't caught us.

*

I want you to know

that I run this organization
like a normal business.

I can be
a good partner to you.

Well, good partners don't steal
from each other.

My men got carjacked,
and my cocaine is gone

the very same day you came
looking to be my new supplier.

How about that, huh?

If I did that to you,

you think I would come here
with only one man by my side?

You're not a smuggler.

Anyone could have
seen something

and followed your men.

My offer still stands,

and I can give you 50% discount
on the first shipment.

(chuckling)

Ah.

I like money more than murder.

(chuckles)

(laughs)

I tell you what.

If you can get that cocaine
to Miami in 48 hours,

you got yourself a new buyer.

I'll show up with an army.

Hmm?

*

(jazz music playing)

*

(indistinct chatter)

*

(cheers and applause)

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

I have a student
in the audience tonight.

Thanks for clapping.
I'll pay y'all on my way out.

(laughter)

Good job, guys.
I'll catch y'all later.

(mellow jazz music)

*

Didn't think you'd make it.

Me neither.

That was really nice.

We should get out of here.

-I know a place.
-Cool.

(soft lounge music)

A lot of my friends abandoned
the city after Katrina.

But I put down
even deeper roots.

Bought this old church.

I wanted to turn it into

a recording studio
and performance space.

Mm.
That's nice.

It was in real rough shape.

(laughs)
It's still in rough shape.

I'm doing
all the work myself.

And it's given me a purpose.

That church saved me.

Saved you from what?

Story for another time.

(chuckles)

I know what it's like
to work hard to build something.

Yeah?

Tell me about it.

Story for another time.

(both laugh)

It was great
seeing you play tonight.

How about you?

Still haven't done
the student recital yet.

*

I am not playing in public.

This is happening.

I'll make it simple,

just some scales.

-(plays notes)
-(laughs)

*

You got it.

-(laughs)
-Once more.

All right.

*

D flat.

*

(soft dramatic music)

*

BOBBY: Marcel wants us
on Mendoza's truck.

Let's go.

(ominous music)

*

Hey, Chicho.

Pote sent you, right?

Ms. Mendoza.

Detective Randall Green,

New Orleans Parish Police.

You have a warrant?

This is not a request,
Ms. Mendoza.

(insects chirping)

*

(car door slams)

(bug zapper crackling)

MAN: Go on now.

Go on.

JUDGE LAFAYETTE:
Hello, Ms. Mendoza.

You must be somewhat confused.

Let me introduce myself.
I'm Judge Cecil Lafayette.

-Am I under arrest?
-Arrest?

Oh, because of that little bit
of money you gave René?

No, darling, we just--

we just having
a little chitchat about

those two liquor licenses
you so desperately desire.

You see,
René is just the gatekeeper.

I'm the decision-maker.

(bug zapper crackling)

I'm new to New Orleans.

I'm just starting to know
how it all works.

Well, let me--let me help you.
(clears throat)

To run a business in my city,
you need to pay taxes,

and those--those taxes
shall be remitted

to yours truly.

Hell, why don't we make it
easy for you, uh...

10,000?

Renovating was expensive.

I don't have anything liquid.

It'll take me
a couple of weeks.

Mm, couple of weeks, mm.

(bug zapper crackling loudly)

You like roses?

Most people think
they're difficult to grow,

but they're just
demanding little ladies.

They need six to eight hours
of sun a day,

l-lots of space so their roots
can spread out.

But you know what
the key ingredient is

to a prize-winning rose?

Blood.

Now, most botanists
will tell you

you can use blood meal
from an animal.

It has all the nitrogen
she needs.

But I'm of the mind
that this lady has thorns

for a reason.

She lusts for what runs
through our human veins.

Luckily, blood...

we have in spades.

(bug zapper crackling)

I'll give you two days.

Have a blessed evening.

(door creaks)

*

Little girl thinks
she can turn Bourbon Street

into Tequila Street.

(scoffs)

Well, this town's
gonna drive her back

to whatever hovel
she crawled out of.

*

*

(phone buzzing)

(phone buzzing)

(phone beeps)

-Hello?
-TONY (shakily): Teresa.

Tony?

(softly)
Someone's trying to kill me.

Tony!

(dramatic music)

Tony!

(keys clacking, bell dings)

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