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1 Previously on Queen of the South...

30,000 square feet of commercial property.

Our future.

You're wanting to build a mall?

I wanted to own legal businesses.

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 murdered their own family.

I've known Mr. Boucher here

for many years.

What do you want for this?

I want the money you offered Boucher.

Consider it an operating tax.

This is my town.

You're family to me. I love you; I do.

I trusted you.

You were right. It's her.

She's the mole.

- Ugh! - Oh!

- Ah! - Pote?

Pote?

- Tony? - No, what are you doing?

She's with me.

- Ugh! - You're supposed to be dead.

I know, and please let me explain.

- Why did he let you live? - I don't know.

Without you, I wouldn't be here.

Likewise.

How do you feel about Miami?

- What's not to like? - I would like you to run it.

René was like a son to me.

Whoever did this will pay.

I killed René.

The judge's nephew.

I'm open to mending fences

once you hand your man over to me.

If you trusted me, I could've protected you,

but now I can't.

Ah!

Randall!

Judge is down, but he's not out.

If he loses his power, he's just a man.

My son.

Son?

God, what have I done?

Phoenix is ours.

- This is where I get off. - I'm gonna miss you.

Teresa will be safe

as long as she's useful to us.

You, on the other hand, you're a liability.

You come with us

so you won't be able to drag her down with you.

We just took over Miami.

Why move so fast with the Russians?

If we expand with Kostya as our partner,

we will be seen as strong.

You have a good reputation, Teresa Mendoza.

I'd be happy to have a new partner.

Me too.

So we're in business with Kostya?

For better or for worse.

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- I'm driving? - It's your car.

Tony!

Judge came by my office today.

Teresa, he wants you dead.

I just want you to know...

I'm all in.

Lafayette killed Tony.

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George, call a doctor.

James, what happened to you?

They're coming for you.

There was a time when I was always running for my life.

Being chased.

Barely surviving.

Now, I'm the one who does the hunting...

You think you're safe

because you're on the top of the world

and you're no longer the prey.

Then one day,

you realize there's a bigger, badder wolf

lurking around the corner.

And you will have to ask yourself...

will you go back to running?

Being chased?

Barely surviving?

I know my answer.

What's yours?

I heard a commotion out in my greenhouse.

About what time was that?

I don't know.

I say around 5:00?

It... it was still dark out.

I went to investigate

and came upon my son struggling with an intruder.

I rushed back to the house to get my gun, but...

Wasn't in my safe.

I... forgot I had put it in my desk drawer.

By the time I returned...

It was too late.

The intruder...

Had killed Davis

and fled.

Your Honor, the officers on the scene

didn't find any evidence of forced entry.

We took a look at your security systems,

and seems your cameras malfunctioned

on the day of.

Something's not adding up.

Your wife died under similar circumstances

and your son

had a history of being institutionalized.

I will not allow you to speak about my family this way.

What in God's name are you alleging, Detective?

This is not an allegation.

I'm simply stating a fact.

Your son's wounds were self-inflicted.

When did you get certified

as a medical examiner, Detective?

Captain Gamble,

I didn't realize you were assigned to the case.

Answer the question.

I spoke with the medical examiner this morning.

Hmm.

Well, I just came from her office.

She's revised her statement.

Eli...

Thank you for coming.

I'm sorry for your loss, Judge.

How you holding up?

"To weep is to make less the depth of grief."

Judge Lafayette...

is the sole witness to his son's murder.

I'd advise you to adjust your tone, Detective.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I was just doing my due diligence.

Of course.

All right, Cecil, you don't have to worry now.

I'll be overseeing this investigation

from here on out.

Now...

where were you?

Judge Lafayette witnessed his son

struggling with an intruder.

So what are you waiting for?

Let's get a BOLO out.

You get a good look at him, Cecil?

Oh, I most certainly did.

Hey, Teresa, you've gotta come see this.

Come on.

To recap, 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 a New Orleans crime syndicate

known to local law enforcement as Marcel William Dumas.

Authorities warn

that he is considered armed and dangerous.

Marcel isn't answering.

You think the cops already picked him up?

Not yet.

He went underground and no one knows where.

We need to find him before Lafayette does.

Well, we're busy protecting ourselves.

He's our ally. We need to find him.

This doesn't make any sense.

Why would the Judge want to frame Dumas?

Because Dumas chose me over him.

He feels betrayed.

That's why he's going after him.

Found this...

In James's car.

Phone tracker?

And a jammer.

What is James doing with all this stuff?

Maybe he's the one that's coming after us.

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Where am I?

You're in a safe house.

We had a doctor come here to operate on you.

The bullet didn't hit any vital organs.

You're lucky.

I don't feel lucky.

Well, you are.

You should be back on your feet in a couple of days.

Before you start drawing any bubble baths

or making PB&Js,

I got a few questions for you, "007."

I can explain.

First things first.

Who's coming after Teresa?

I don't know who they are. Just that you've been targeted.

I was working with Devon Finch.

How could you go back to him after everything he's done?

I had no choice.

If I didn't pay off the debt, he'd keep coming.

So I made a deal.

As long as I worked with him,

he'd stay away from your organization.

- You'd be safe. - Safe?

The last time Teresa saw Finch,

he bombed El Santo's compound, almost killing her!

Devon is a CIA agent.

No, technically he's a contractor for the agency.

Do you work for him?

He finally cut me loose after a job in Venezuela.

It was more complicated than usual.

So as a parting gift,

he tipped me about a kill team heading to New Orleans for you.

So he knew about the hit, but not the players?

I don't buy it.

It was just chatter on the wire.

Devon had one lead.

A satellite phone.

I traced it to a building in the Warehouse District,

broke in, found surveillance photos of you.

Then the kill team came back, got a drop on me.

I took one of them out, but barely escaped.

Look at you, Houdini.

Teresa, you need to disappear

while we find out who contracted them.

We don't have much time.

Easy, easy.

You just had surgery, cabrón.

He's right. You need to rest.

No one knows about this safe house.

It will buy us time.

She's with us now.

She's my lawyer.

And she's family.

Thank you for not murdering me.

You're welcome.

How did you get back here?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you sometime.

Why did you do it?

I mean, I'm... I'm glad you let me live, but...

why?

I knew you didn't mean to betray her.

You were scared and high and not thinking straight.

I'm sober now.

And you gave me a second chance.

That's good to hear.

It must've been hard to regain Teresa's trust.

Yeah.

I mean, it was touch and go there for a while, but...

We're good now.

And like Pote said, we're family.

Proves I was right.

If I'd have taken the order,

a lot of people would've regretted it.

Well...

if you plan on sticking around,

you just need to remember that Teresa's the boss.

So next time she gives you an order...

You'd better follow it.

Do I gotta remind everyone

that James has been MIA for a year?

He's got a history with Camila. Now the CIA.

Neither one of those two entities

are known for being paragons of trust, all right?

My hackles are at 90 degrees right now.

Well, someone shot James.

Or you think that cabrón shot himself?

I think if anyone could shoot themselves

and not make mush out of their liver,

it's the sniper in the next room.

He almost died of blood loss.

He could've driven himself to the hospital,

but instead he came here to warn us.

So what? What?

We just believe him? That's it?

We need to find the hitmen

and figure out who sent them,

because Teresa's safety's the most important thing, cabrón.

Okay, maybe we cancel our trip to New York

and we just reschedule our banker interviews.

If the threat is in New Orleans,

then getting out of town is a good idea.

Confirm the meeting with the bankers.

We're going to New York.

George,

take Chicho and go to the address

where James found the kill team.

Find out who they are.

I know things are complicated between you and James...

But it's real simple between you and me.

I've only loved two women in my life:

My mama and you.

You're like the sister I never had,

so I am always gonna be looking out for you.

We've mistrusted James before.

We were wrong.

Maybe this time is different.

I mean, what if it's a trap?

Then you know what to do.

Just be sure.

Ms. Mendoza, let me introduce you

to my dear friend, Captain Gamble.

Putting you on notice.

I'm sure you've heard.

I'm grieving the passing of my son.

I'm sorry for your loss...

but what you've done to Marcel is wrong.

We both know he didn't kill your son.

I was with Marcel that night.

You think you're a solid alibi?

You had yourself that little

after-hours tête-à-tête with Marcel

after you and your gang killed a dozen police officers.

Please, feel free to make that public.

I gave you Javier.

We had a truce.

End... this... now.

I find it very amusing

that you still think you can make demands of me.

Let me remind you that your existence in this city

is entirely dependent upon my permission.

My existence...

has made you a lot of money.

I don't give a goddamn about your money.

Marcel betrayed me.

And you're gonna stay out of it...

Or it'll be the end of you.

We'll be seeing each other again.

He brought his new attack dog.

We need to be careful with this one, Teresita.

We need to find the proof that he's corrupt.

Ugh!

Hey. I have some bad news.

There's been a second offer on the waterfront property.

The realtor just gave us 48 hours to counter.

This day just keeps getting better.

We can use the money we just received from the Russians.

It's not enough cash.

We gotta double it to best the offer.

And it has to be clean.

How the hell are we gonna get 200 million

and clean it in two days?

We got the payment. Is he happy with the product?

He's thrilled with the quality.

And he's not an easy man to please.

Good.

We can double the next shipment.

- Double? - I have a surplus.

It's available for him.

I'm going to New York.

I can discuss with him in person.

No, no, no, no, no. This isn't possible.

Kostya doesn't meet people.

He makes all his deals through intermediaries.

So can you make the proposal?

I will speak to him, but I can make no promises.

Teresa, if it were up to me, I would say yes,

but Kostya's different story.

I will impress upon him

the importance of your request, okay?

Thank you.

Hmm.

It makes me nervous,

doing business with a pinche ghost.

Did Epifanio ever work with anyone in New York?

Someone who could handle this kind of weight

on short notice?

There is this one guy.

I'm not sure if he's still in the business,

but I'll make a few phone calls.

We're not gonna wait for Kostya to give us his answer, huh?

The waterfront is key to going legitimate.

I need to make that happen.

Jefa!

Somebody gets hurt.

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Tell your men to relax.

I just want to talk...

About Javier.

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Who are you?

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And he was close to Javier.

Come have a drink.

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Listen to your cousin, cabrón.

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There wasn't a choice.

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I know you're angry.

Aren't you angry?

This man's been screwing you

since you showed up in the city.

I don't want Feds showing up at my door.

We have a plan to take him down.

You have to trust me.

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He killed my godson.

If I can wait, so can you.

This isn't a request.

Vengeance can wait...

But it won't wait forever, jefa.

Javier killed Lafayette's nephew.

And you played a part in that too.

You know, you can blame me and Javier all you want.

But the truth is...

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Javier, Emilia...

Even Tony.

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He needs to cool down.

Boaz? Cool down?

That's never gonna happen.

I'll call New York.

Wakey-wakey.

You secret agent man.

You turned off my morphine drip?

I did. I need you nice and clearheaded

for the question-and-answer portion

of this beauty pageant.

What are you talking about?

Why were you tracking Teresa and Pote's phones?

I tracked them so I could warn her.

So then why didn't you reach out

the second you knew there was a kill team in Nola?

I tried. She was off-grid.

I couldn't make contact.

That's true.

We went to the mattresses when we were at war with the Judge.

Who are you?

That's Chicho,

and he's gonna stop talking

while I head up this inquisition.

George, if I knew you were with her, I would've reached out.

I assumed you'd gone after what happened with Bilal.

I stayed because Teresa's the only family that I have.

So let me be really clear.

If you're here to mess with her head in any way,

you and I are gonna have some Grand Canyon-sized problems.

You know, T-Rex puts on a steely front,

but she was hit hard when you walked away back in Phoenix.

I didn't walk away.

My work with Finch was all about keeping Teresa safe.

You have no idea what I've done to protect her.

We're about to find out,

'cause we're going on a field trip.

You're gonna take us to the location

where you had your little shoot-out with the hitmen.

Does she know about this?

You don't have to worry about that.

This is between you and me.

So get dressed.

Yellow's your color.

Chop-chop, Jack Ryan.

I'm gonna need my gun.

You don't have to worry about that neither.

We got you covered.

Orale. We'll be there.

I set up a meeting for us

with a Dominican from the Heights.

His name is Oscar Polanco.

They call him El Conejo.

Still working on that beginner Spanish.

- What does that mean? - "The Rabbit."

That was his nickname when he used to play baseball

for the Mexican League.

That's where he met Epifanio

and decided to play a different type of game.

One that pays better.

Why did he stop working with Epifanio?

He got pinched crossing some coke over the border.

He went to prison. We lost touch.

But it turns out, when he got out,

he made a name for himself.

Now he's the "King of Coke" from Harlem to the Bronx.

But if the Dominicans take over your coke,

won't that make them competition for the Russians?

I never made an exclusive deal with the Russians

for New York.

We need the money.

You said you shot one of 'em.

Show me where.

It was right here.

Where's the blood?

See, I don't see any blood.

Let me guess. It was the cleaning lady's day?

They were professionals.

They must've cleaned up.

Now, let me get this straight.

They had a shoot-out with you.

You killed one of 'em and you fled,

but instead of hightailing it after you,

one of them grabbed a goddamn mop bucket?

Somebody cleaned up.

Bullshit.

Now you tell me what your game is...

Or I'm gonna put you down right now.

I saw surveillance photos

of Teresa and Pote outside of a distillery.

Take me there. I can find proof.

You want me to take you on a recon of our business?

Look, I'm just trying to protect Teresa.

But if you don't believe me...

Take your shot.

- Right here. - Right there?

But it's on your head when the kill team

comes back to finish the job.

All right.

We'll go to the distillery.

But if this is all just one long stall

and I smell anything off...

You're dead, Roger Moore.

I swear to God.

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Can you handle a metric ton?

You know, in the Heights, la cocaína,

it's like champagne.

It's for weddings, bachelor parties,

bachelorettes, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

However, my customer base has changed.

There's a lot of white hipsters moving into the Heights.

Every day is a special occasion for these rich kids.

Sounds like business is booming.

Yeah, what can I say?

Gentrification has been good to me.

However...

to answer your question?

I can handle the weight.

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Can you handle the heat

that will come down from the Russians?

I don't answer to the Russians.

Are you interested?

Shit.

I'm more interested in the money it's gonna make me.

I love my kicks.

Gotta add to my collection.

I'll let you know when we can close the deal.

Listen.

You may as well send the coke.

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There's gonna be trouble either way.

Ms. Van Awken has explained your delicate needs.

You have a very lucrative cash business

and you need assistance managing that money

as to not raise any alarms?

What is your offer, Ms. Nakai?

We're prepared to offer you a series of business loans

at a high interest rate.

Which is?

8%.

Then our bank will take our cut from the interest,

and the IRS would have trouble detecting that.

Look, I know you have a real estate deadline.

I can clean your money in time

and send you the loan paperwork.

A banker stole from me once.

He's no longer in business.

We would never put your money at risk.

I look forward to doing business with you.

Thank you for coming.

Teresa?

I should get back to the office, and draw up your paperwork.

I'll send everything to Ms. Van Awken in the morning.

- Thank you for your time. - Thank you.

Teresa?

I knew you were in town on business,

but I didn't know just how busy you would be.

You sat down with our competitor, Polanco.

That is unacceptable.

Right there.

That's where the surveillance photos were taken.

Okay.

Let's go.

You met with the Dominican,

and by doing so,

you jeopardized your business with my cousin.

I never made a deal

to sell exclusively to your cousin.

Teresa, he won't respond kindly to this slight.

It's time for me to meet him face-to-face.

I told you that is not possible.

Then we have a problem.

I won't do business with a ghost.

Teresa, you have placed me in a terrible position.

I leave New York tonight.

If Kostya wants to meet me before then...

Let me know.

It's the perfect place to surveil the distillery.

The office is inside.

You two post up out here.

I'm gonna go have a gander.

After you.

Someone's still using this place.

All I see are some bags stuffed with garbage

and some crap strewn around.

No kill team. No threats.

These bags are proof the guys are still in the area.

I'm tired of your rabbit trail.

It's safe-house procedure to keep the trash inside

until the assignment's complete.

The bags are here.

It means those guys are coming back.

No.

I'm over your spy games. Time's up.

They're coming!

Where's James?

He's gone.

You were right.

We walked right into his trap.

God damn it, James!

Ugh!

Ah!

You okay?

Am I meeting Kostya?

Yes.

But it must be now.

You won't find any ID on him.

I've seen these tats before.

- Another bourbon. - Sure thing.

Make that two.

You got it. Here you go.

To your son.

I recognize you from the TV.

My condolences.

I lost my son too.

I blame myself.

How so?

Spoiled him.

I made him weak.

He was too soft.

They say the sins of the father are passed down.

I wish my sins had been passed down.

If Davis had been a son of a bitch,

a bull, like me...

He'd still be alive.

But...

He took after his mother.

God rest her soul.

I was angry for a long time.

Then one day...

I woke up at peace.

Peace?

Not really in my nature.

I never said it lasted.

What took its place?

Revenge.

Now that's something I can drink to.

"Tears, then, for babes;

Blows and revenge for me."

Nice talking to you.

But it's time for me to hit the hay.

Judge.

You dropped your keys.

Might want to be careful.

New Orleans is a dangerous city.

Don't I know it.

Hey.

George? Everything okay?

James is good.

We found the other guys.

We got a serious problem, Teresa.

The Russians.

Pote, turn around.