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POTE: Previously, on
"Queen of the South"...

Kelly Anne.
I'm sorry

we haven't talked
about the baby.

- Let's go tell Teresa.
- Oh, uh, hold on.

I'm not even
two months along,

so can we wait
just a little bit?

If you think it's right.

But let's not wait
too long.

I don't like keeping secrets
in our family.

And neither does
Teresa.

REPORTER: There is a manhunt
underway for a suspect

in last night's alleged murder
of Davis Lafayette,

son of Honorable Judge
Cecil Lafayette.

The suspect is
the reputed head

of the New Orleans
crime syndicate,

known to local law enforcement

as Marcel William Dumas.

I owe you my life.

Marcel, you are the son
that I wished I had.

Trust no one.

The judge was taking kickbacks
from sentencing those kids.

So how do he keep track of it?

- A ledger.
- So we need to find his ledger.

Just the man I was looking for.
Cuff him.

Someone has to hang
for the judge.

(tense music)

[♪ ♪]

- I'm sorry, Marcel.
- I trusted you.

Lo siento jefa.

(gasps)

(suspenseful music)

[♪ ♪]

(door creaks, clangs)

You're at it early.
(gasps)

Oh, sugar, you made me coffee.

Thank you so much.
You are a godsend.

(gags)
What is this?

Decaf.

You told me you could not have
caffeine because of the baby.

Oh, yeah, I did.

Did Christmas come early?
How long was in there?

- This is for you.
- KELLY ANNE: Oh.

Did Santa bring Momma
a bigger purse too?

The guestroom next door
is your new office.

That's where you work
from now on.

Okay. I'm gonna have to go
to meetings from time to time.

Then Flaco will go with you.

- Who?
- Flaco.

He's your new shadow.

Wherever you go, he goes.

- And curfew's at 7:00.
- (blows raspberry)

Kay, um, Flaco,
can you give us a second?

Right.
Is this really necessary?

I want to put everything
in place before we tell Teresa.

I don't want her
to be worrying about the baby

on top of everything
that's happened with Dumas.

(softly) Right. Okay.

- You need more time?
- Just a little bit.

She's just got a lot going on,

and I'm still
getting used to all this.

Orale.

We'll tell her
when you're ready.

Okay.

But Flaco stays.

(clears throat)
Decaf?

- Good man.
- (phone buzzes)

Hello?

KELLY ANNE: Teresa.
Dumas was denied bail.

They're saying
he's a flight risk.

If we can find that ledger
and expose Lafayette,

there's a chance his case
will be thrown out.

I'll keep reaching out
to attorneys.

I want the best team,
no matter how much it costs.

- Of course.
- (footsteps approaching)

No luck.

We searched Lafayette's house,
but the cops cleaned up.

Any documents he kept
were taken into evidence.

I'm gonna find us a lawyer.

We need that ledger, James.

Not just for Dumas.

I know.

What do you want me to do?

(tense music)

What, it's not enough
that Lafayette's dead?

You gotta murder
the man's reputation too?

He was giving kids
maximum sentences

in exchange for kickbacks
from private prisons.

I don't believe you.

JAMES: We have a zip drive
with thousands of names.

Do you need to see it?

Yeah, I knew the judge was into
some dirty things, but this?

POTE: Not everyone was
as lucky as you, cabrón.

While he was sending you
to night school,

he was sending these kids
to hell.

Tell me what I'm looking for.

He must have kept a record
of the kickbacks.

We don't know
what it looks like,

but it must have names,
dates, and dollar amounts.

Anywhere from 2,000 to 5,000
per inmate per month.

If it exists, I'll find it.

What about
that $2-million reward?

Did anyone claim it?

Still sitting there.

Whoever squealed cares more
about putting Dumas away

than getting rich.

I'll be in touch.

- (car starts, drives away)
- It has to have been Lucien.

Until we have proof,
we need to hold all shipments.

If he ratted out Dumas,
he could turn on us next.

(camera shutter clicking)

(dramatic musical sting)

(dramatic music)

[♪ ♪]

KELLY ANNE: I understand.

- Thank you so much.
- (phone beeps)

What did he say?

KELLY ANNE: Same thing
every other reputable

defense attorney
in a 25-mile radius has said.

Apparently defending
a judge killer

is career suicide.

Even if they win.

Especially if they win.

There has to be someone.

In New Orleans,
Dumas is not innocent.

It's his word
against Lafayette,

and he made a run for it.

Keep trying.
Look out of state.

I put him in jail
because I believed

I could get him out.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Jefa, Lucien's here
to see you.

Send him in.

(tense music)

[♪ ♪]

Afternoon, Miss Mendoza.

What can I do for you?

Can we sit?

Have a drink perhaps?

You've made very clear
how you feel about me.

True.

I'm not the biggest admirer
of your work

or its outcomes.

Is this about Marcel?
It couldn't be avoided.

Then why add insult to injury
by cutting off his crew?

Because I trusted Marcel.

I don't trust you.

I'm old, Miss Mendoza.

Being the boss for 40 years
can make you set in your ways.

You'll see.

But even I have to accept
that without you,

my people will go hungry.

And with hunger
comes desperation,

anarchy.

If you cut us off,

they'll be blood
on the streets of New Orleans.

I need to think about it.

(phone buzzing)

Tell me.

Gamble found the ledger.

I just forwarded you
the pictures he sent me.

That thumb drive
with this ledger,

in the right hands,

and the judge's whole
kickback scheme's exposed.

(sighs)
Thank you.

JAMES: No problem.

I'm on my way
to make the exchange now.

Great.
I'll see you later.

Gamble found
Lafayette's ledger.

James is getting it right now.

That's good.

What do you want to do
about the shipment

that Lucien is asking for?

I won't do anything until
I know where Marcel stands.

We tried to reach out to him.

Teresita, he wants nothing
to do with us.

We can't give him a choice.

[♪ ♪]

Ah, shit.

- (door clattering)
- (keys jingle)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(laughing in disbelief)

Wow.

Whatever the hell this is,

you have five minutes.

I'm sorry, Marcel.

But Lucien came to see me.

He asked me
to send the shipment.

(scoffs, laughing)

(sighs)

No.

He said he wants to keep
your crew in business.

You can keep your coke

and your bullshit apologies.

I'd rather my people starve

than be in business with you.

- I'm ready.
- (door clattering)

Rat.

(solemn music)

[♪ ♪]

(door creaks, slams)

(phone buzzing)

Did you get the ledger?

- TERESA: You sure they're feds?
- JAMES: I'm positive.

POTE: Why would the feds
being watching Eli?

Because he's a corrupt cop
with ties to a murdered judge.

Who was in our bar
this morning.

POTE: Maybe he was
wearing a wire.

No. He wouldn't have.

If the feds are
surveilling him,

it's 'cause they're still
building their case.

But they could have
followed us here,

which means we are now
part of their case.

It's only a matter of time
before they pull him in.

KELLY ANNE: Didn't take
much convincing

to get him to turn on Lafayette
and hop on our payroll.

If the feds take him in,
he'll hand us over

on a silver platter,
guaranteed.

Kill him.

(unsettling music)

[♪ ♪]

We don't know for sure
that he's gonna turn on us.

Maybe the feds
won't even question him.

We're not taking any chances.

When you kill him, I want you
to plant the evidence

against Lafayette
near his body.

It's not that simple.

He's being surveilled
by the FBI.

That's means the evidence
will get into the right hands.

You did this type of work
for the CIA.

You have a problem with it now?

Make it clean.

This can't come back on us.

(footsteps approaching)

POTE: What's in the goody bag?

Just some tools of the trade.

Hmm, the CIA taught you
some cool tricks.

Never thought
I'd be using them here.

- JAMES: Like this.
- POTE: Uh-huh.

I used to tell Teresa

that she used to do things
the hard way,

trying to make peace
without firing the first shot.

'Cause she had a code.
A line she wouldn't cross.

Codes are meant to be cracked.

They didn't teach you that
in the... CIA?

Don't mess this up, cabrón.

Teresa?
Hey.

I understand why
you're doing this,

but we have over half a billion
clean in our offshore accounts,

and the deposit on
the waterfront went through.

I mean, it's ours, so...

why are we taking a chance
with the feds

when we can get out?

No one has to die.
I mean,

we could... we could leave
right now and be set for life.

You're here to advise me,
not question me.

Understood.

- Kelly Anne, slow down.
- Slow down?

This is the FBI
we're talking about,

not some local yahoos
with a sheriff badge.

We should be on
the first flight out of here.

How does Teresa
not understand that?

Because she came from nothing.

And once you've been hungry,

you do anything
not to feel like that again.

I understand that.
Believe me.

But to kill a cop
on speculation

under the nose of the feds,

she's taking a crazy risk.

Crazy risks are part
of our lives now.

We do business
in Miami, New York.

The corridor is ours.

We're turned a corner,
Kelly Anne.

And we've turned a corner,
Pote.

We got to start thinking
about more than just ourselves.

(soft dramatic music)

[♪ ♪]

(dogs barking in the distance)

(radio chatter)

- (keys jingle)
- (Indistinct PA)

(door slams)

(guard shouts in the distance)

(latch unlocks, creaks)

(phone buzzes)

Marcel.
Is that you, son?

Did you ask Mendoza
to release the shipment?

Marcel, now,
you have to understand.

No, I don't.

We are done with her.

You're not the one people are
coming to scared and angry,

all because you got into
business with the wrong woman.

In fact, I'm pretty sure
I'm owed a thank you

for all the cleaning up
I've had to do around here.

I appreciate you, Lucien.
You know I do.

Oh, do you?

I found you,

saved you from your hell
of a life, gave you an empire.

You have the gall
to question my decisions?

I sweat, bled,

I even killed for you,

to make sure you got out clean,
just like you wanted.

I have earned my place.

(exhales sharply)

I remember everything you did
for me, Lucien.

I do.

Right now, I need you
to remember

that this is still my business,

and you do things my way.

Do you hear me?

I hear you.

Good.

(phone thuds)

(suspenseful music)

[♪ ♪]

(tense music)

(window squeaks)

[♪ ♪]

(crowd cheers on TV)

(sports announcer
speaks indistinctly)

- ANNOUNCER: There's the snap.
- ELI: Uh-huh.

ANNOUNCER:
Oh, nice play action.

Makes the drop play,
rolls out right...

ELI: Ah, he's a bum.

OFFICER (over radio):
Male, blue shirt, dark pants.

(announcer continues over TV)

- DISPATCHER: You need medical?
- (radio chirps)

OFFICER:
...Want to confirm that.

- (announcer continues)
- ELI: (muttering)

- (crowd cheers)
- (chuckles)

(sports announcers chatter)

(indistinct radio chatter)

ANNOUNCER: 1st in 10.

Just about midfield.

ELI: There you go.
Eying the pass.

ANNOUNCER: Quick hand-off
right, finds a hole,

gets about 2,
let's call it 2 1/2 yards.

(doorknob clicks)

- (door creaks, shuts)
- Josie.

- (sighs)
- Hey, baby.

Jesus, Josie, I thought
you was working a double.

I got it covered
so I could watch the big game.

- ELI: Yeah.
- JOSIE: Where we at?

ELI: Down by 10 at the half.

JOSIE: Well, it ain't over
till it's over.

ELI: Mm.

I'm gonna make us
something to eat.

Think I could get
some of that gumbo?

Mm-hmm.

- Just go easy on the hot sauce.
- (scoffs)

And you call yourself
a Southern boy.

(both laugh)

What's going on, brother?

What's the hold up?

ANNOUNCER:
All incoming inmates

wait in Cell Intake One.

I repeat, Cell Intake One.

Mr. Marcel Dumas.

How are you?

I've been better.

I'll bet.

You know, the prosecutor's
having a field day

building up this...
double homicide.

Wow.

State judge
and his disabled son?

They'll be gunning for
the death penalty, for sure.

Agent Panetta, by the way.

You'll have to forgive me,
Agent Panetta.

I have enough friends.

That's where
you're wrong, Marcel.

I'm the head of
an anticorruption task force.

I've been investigating
the New Orleans

criminal justice system.

See, I'm not after you.

I'm after them.

Go on.

PANETTA: Well, we've
been looking at Lafayette

for some time.

So it came as no surprise
that he wound up dead.

It's how he wound up dead
that piqued my interest.

There's not too many
Nola gangsters

cutting off heads.

That's usually reserved
for, uh, Mexican cartels,

or ISIS.

Last time I checked,
ISIS isn't hanging around

in the bayou.

So...

if you can make
just one more friend...

Tell me what you know
about Teresa Mendoza.

Just might be able
to keep you alive.

(footsteps approaching)

Is that the waterfront?

The architects
delivered it today.

This is our way out.

But not if the feds
are on to us.

We run now,

our money won't protect us.

We'll figure it out, Teresita.

We always do.

(phone buzzes)

It's Lucien.

LUCIEN: Good evening, Teresa.

I hope I'm not calling
too late.

What do you want?

I wanted to let you know
that I just spoke to Marcel,

and he's come around.

Now, he may not like it, but

he knows we need you,

and he'd like you
to send the shipment

just as soon as you can.

I'll send the truck tonight.

I appreciate you.

(phone beeps)

Dumas changed his mind?

That's what he said.

(tense music)

[♪ ♪]

I heard that wheeze,
and I'm telling you,

I just knew.

I said, "Doc, that baby
might look fine now,

"but if you don't get him
to the NICU

in the next 10 minutes,
we gonna be in trouble."

Mm.
(chuckles)

You want chips on the side?

ELI: Yeah, baby.
Thanks.

JOSIE: Anyhoo, damn near had

to twist his arm.

Finally took him.
Just in time.

His heart nearly failed
in the elevator.

ELI: That's good for you, babe.

- I'm proud of you.
- JOSIE: Thank you.

JOSIE: Hey, you know what?
Forget the chips.

Make that a side salad.

Gotta watch my girlish figure.

JOSIE: (laughs)
Okay.

(radio static, beeps)

OFFICER (over radio): Push
notification for an FBI OCDETF

at Siete Gotas Distillery
on Tamarack.

All units be advised.

- Kelly Anne.
- What's going on?

You were right.

Things are getting
too dangerous.

I booked you a ticket
to Belize.

You leave tonight.

- By myself?
- POTE: No.

Flaco will keep you safe.

Okay, for real
this time, please.

Take that to the car.

Look, I understand you're
worried. I am too, okay?

But I'm not going anywhere
without you.

Yes, you are.

We chose this life.

Our baby didn't.

I'm not gonna let you
give birth in handcuffs.

I don't want that either.

But that is not
your decision to make.

TERESA: What decision?

Um...

I... uh, we...

We're pregnant.

We were trying to find
the perfect time to tell you.

No, I understand.

(phone buzzes)

What is it, Teresita?

It's James.
He says

the FBI's planning a raid
of the distillery.

What?

How much liquid cocaine
do we have in there?

Half a ton.

ELI: Come on.
Come on! Come on!

- Yeah! Hey! That's...
- (Crowd cheers)

- That's what I'm talking about!
- (Josie cheers)

Oh, that's what
I'm talking about!

How do we know it's true?

How do we know
it's not a rumor?

He heard it over dispatch
at Eli's.

KELLY ANNE: Oh, God.

- Hey now!
- BOTH: Hey!

- (phone buzzes)
- ELI: My boy. That's my boy.

He just got that.
Yeah. Uh-huh.

- Ain't gonna fumble no more.
- JOSIE: That's that.

- ELI: Mm! Whoo!
- JOSIE: That's it.

Ha, ha! It was all about
the gumbo, baby.

Why would the feds bust us
and not the DEA?

Same reason
they're following Eli.

They're after corruption.

Right. If they can prove
Gamble and Lafayette are

in bed with the cartel,
then they have their case.

POTE: They go into
the distillery, it's over.

We're all going down.

Maybe not.

I'm going to confess.

(tense music)

[♪ ♪]

KELLY ANNE:
(sighs) Teresa, we can leave.

You know, you don't have
to do this.

I do.

- (footsteps approaching)
- (door creaks)

Field office coffee
tastes like dirt,

so I took the liberty
of cream and sugar.

Hope you don't mind.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

Leave it to the lawyer.

(sighs heavily)

Now,

I hear you got something
to confess.

I have information
about Judge Cecil Lafayette.

What are we looking at?

One unmarked car,

and the SWAT can just got here.

POTE: Oh.

As soon as my bar opened,
he started blackmailing me,

forcing me to pay him,
or he'd shut me down.

When I heard he was murdered,

I thought the extortion
would stop.

But then, Captain Gamble
showed up, trashing my bar,

demanding the same.

So I paid him.

And now, he wants more.

So you're the victim here.

Is that what you're saying?

That's not what I'm saying.

Well, first off, Miss Mendoza,

I want to thank you for
bringing this to my attention.

It's very, very
interesting stuff. Really.

And now, I know
you're a busy woman,

so I hope you don't mind
if I tell you a little story.

A few days ago,
I had a conversation

with DEA Agent Alonzo Loya.

He had quite a story to tell.

Turns out...

You're not the only victim.

(solemn music)

[♪ ♪]

KELLY ANNE: My client
was cleared of any wrongdoings

in this case.

But you already knew that.

True.

I also happen to know
that you have ties

to the Sinaloa cartel.

And now,

a judge that you admit
was extorting you

winds up without a head.

And the only thing
you want to confess to

is paying some bribes?

KELLY ANNE: My client
was kind enough

to come down here
and answer your questions.

It's okay.

Yes.

I was a money changer
in Sinaloa.

And my boyfriend, Guero Davila,
worked for the cartel.

When Guero was killed,

he left everything to me
to build a better life.

So that's what I did.

All I'm trying to do is be
a legitimate business owner.

But between
corrupt law enforcement

and everyone assuming
I'm a criminal,

I can't make that happen.

So that's why
I've come to the FBI.

- (sirens wailing)
- Pull over.

I repeat, pull over.

That's a very convincing
story, Miss Mendoza.

There's just one last thing
I'd like to know about.

If you're such
a legitimate business owner,

how is it you have a truck
full of cocaine

out for delivery as we speak?

Oh, what in the hell?

They're getting ready
to move in.

(phone buzzes)

PAUL (over phone): Agent Dean,
what do we got?

The truck is clean.

Are you sure?

It's just tequila.

Not a speck of cocaine
on board.

Got it.

Let me guess.

You raided one of our trucks
and didn't find anything...

We had reason to believe
that that truck...

You have zero reason to believe
my client was involved

in any drug-related activities,
but you went after her anyway

because she's
a Mexican immigrant.

Now I hate to break it to you,

but the last time I checked,
that is racial profiling,

and that actually is a crime.

So now, you're
harassing my client.

So let me make this
super-duper clear:

If you so much as step foot

in any of my client's
establishments,

not only will you have
a fat lawsuit on your hands,

but I will personally call
every news outlet

in the country and let them
know just how abusive, racist,

and unconstitutional

your cute little task force
you have actually is.

Do I make myself clear?

- Shall we?
- Yes.

We're done here.

(phone buzzes)

We're in place.
Ready to move on your orders.

(engines revving)

(phone buzzes)

Panetta called off the raid.

What?
So it worked?

- Yeah.
- Oh my God, it worked!

(laughs)
Oh...

- Are you okay?
- Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

Yeah, I'm fine...
(retching)

Just breathe.

(exhales)

(quietly)
Just breathe.

- (Eli snoring)
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we carry our hearts
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(snoring)

(sighs)

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(dishes clatter)

(door clicks in the distance)

(door shuts)

(TV clicks)

- (applause)
- (bright music plays)

BELLA: As you can see,
I'm in my kitchen today,

but it looks like more
like a lab.

I do have flour, and eggs,

and oil, and,

- of course, a pasta roller.
- Hmm?

BELLA: Because we are gonna

mix all the ingredients
together.

So break some eggs

- and the flour...
- Mm-hmm?

(Bella continues indistinctly)

- Mm-hmm.
- BELLA: Ah, bon appétit.

- Oh?
- BELLA: Mwah.

(floorboards creak)

(suspenseful music)

[♪ ♪]

(grunting)

(gasping weakly)

Eli, what was that noise?

Eli?

(footsteps thudding)

Baby? Oh, my God.
Baby? Baby, what happened?

Baby? Oh, baby.

- Eli, please.
- (hyperventilating)

Oh, God. No, God.

Baby. Please, please, please,
don't do this to me.

Eli, wake up! God!

- (crying)
- No!

No!

Eli, please!

I see.

Thank you for letting me know.

(loud thud)

Charles?

(door clicks)

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Easy, cabrón.

Clever of you all
to send tequila.

So when did you know?

The minute you said
Dumas asked for a shipment.

No way that gruñón would
change his mind so fast.

Got desperate, didn't I?

You could have stayed retired.

Could have.

Should have.

But I got restless.

I missed the juice of it all.

And for what?

How much better
can men like us eat anyhow?

Do me a favor, will you?

Tell Marcel I'm sorry.

It's too late for sorries.

All right.

Then let's get on with it then.

(eerie music)

[♪ ♪]

(phone buzzing)

Lucien.

TERESA: It's Teresa.
Please don't hang up.

Lucien is dead.

(hitched breathing)

How?

He told me you asked
for a shipment.

You knew he was lying.

You...

You were so out of line.

TERESA: He wanted
to take over your business.

That's why he tipped the cops
to your getaway car

and why he turned me over
to the feds.

He knew he would have
to get rid of both of us

to take back New Orleans.

The FBI paid me a visit
as well.

But you didn't give me up.

- Why?
- 'Cause I ain't you!

Despite everything, I still got
to get up in the morning

and look at myself
in the mirror.

I'm doing everything I can
to get you out of there.

Seeing as you're the one
who put me in here,

I won't hold my breath, chica.

JAMES: It's done.

I left the thumb drive
with the ledger,

and the feds were first
on the scene.

Thank you.

When the story breaks,

it won't just help Dumas.

All the boys Lafayette
put away,

this could give them
a second chance.

Yeah, I hope so.

(desolate music)

[♪ ♪]

Congratulations on the baby.

Gracias, Teresita.

It took us by surprise.

After what happened to Tony,

the last thing we considered
was to start a family.

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you before.

It's okay.

You're gonna be a great father.

I don't know about that.

I don't know
what that looks like.

My father...

(scoffs)

He made me.

I am a killer, Teresita.

Are you scared?

Me too.

(solemn music)

[♪ ♪]

(projector clicking)