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Hi, Danny!

Hey. Happy Friday, Danny.

Yeah.

Hey, my man. Could I get a lesson? I gotta work on the strokes.

- I don't want any trouble. - No?

Fuck the lesson.

Papo Mejia says hello.

Wait, no.

- Chucho, bags in the trunk. - Yes, ma'am.

Hello, my girl.

Got you some treats.

Hey!

- Ooh! - Hey.

Listen.

You're being too kind. You spoil them.

All that stuff's cheaper up here.

Yeah, right.

Mmm. Look.

Finally, the new scale. Ah.

Like she got a mink coat.

Weights are off, profits go down. Less money for Griselda.

Keep thinking like that. You'll get that mink.

Darling, I've got news. And there's something you should see.

- Hold on. Look what I got Ozzy. - Huh?

Where is he?

- Living room. - Okay.

You get my Cheetos?

Do not wipe your hands on the couch.

Look what I got you.

Mom, what are you doing? It's a Jaguar fish. It has to be alone.

But look how pretty it is.

It'll eat the other fish.

He okay?

Not since that fucking motel.

What'd you want to show me?

What the fuck happened to you?

This asshole jumped me at my club.

You have to kill him, Ms. Blanco.

Calm down, McEnroe.

It was Papo's guy.

Took his product.

What's his problem?

That guy can hold a grudge.

It's not just him pulling this shit.

A lot of guys around town are taking shots at each other, including Amilcar.

He broke my hand. How am I gonna give lessons?

Tell your boss that... I don't know, you were in a bar fight.

I'll send Dario to check on you.

They know that he's around, they won't fuck with you.

Let's go to the country club.

Let's go, pretty boy. I'll talk to your boss.

So, you said you had news?

Okay.

I got a call from the Ochoas.

Rafa Salazar wants to meet with you and Panesso to talk about it.

What for?

My guess is...

they'll want to buy you out.

So what?

I just walk away?

People respect me, the job I do.

Think about all the shit you have to deal with every day.

This week, it's a tennis pro with a busted face. Next week, maybe worse.

A buyout could be a good end to this.

So, the shooter walked up, opened the door, shot the driver. That it?

So, the man came, opened the door, and shot the driver?

No, the driver saw him coming and went to get out before the shooter got there.

He says the door was already open because the driver went to get out.

Huh? No, no, no. That's confusing as fuck, Hawkins. Uh...

Ask him to demonstrate.

The detective would like you to demonstrate.

Um, the shooter approached as the driver opened the door.

Mm-hmm.

Then El Loco... I mean, the shooter

put his hand on the roof and shot him in the face.

Give us a second.

A word, Detective?

What's up?

I think he knows the shooter.

He slipped and said, "El Loco," which is a nickname for Amilcar.

Shit. Really?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, um...

Ask him if he wants to come back to the house, check photos.

He's a doper, Bill. That might scare him.

- Maybe kick him loose. Take it slow. - Just fucking ask him.

Let's assume for a second

I stopped working in the "party supply" business.

I wouldn't be so busy, always on the phone, running around.

You could make us lunch, take us to soccer practice like other moms.

We could have more time together, maybe go on a trip.

A trip? Where?

Brazil.

Australia.

Hawaii'd be cool.

- Ooh! - Hawaii.

♪ Everyone keeps asking... ♪

This thing with the Ochoas bothering you?

Can tell when you're distracted.

I think I was pretty focused.

I'm not talking about the sex.

I'm talking about

that thing you do with your hand when you're tense,

when you're nervous, and you play with your ring.

What'd I say about talking?

Your loss. Women say I'm a good listener, amongst other things.

Women you pay.

Make sure the boys don't see you.

Listen to her.

Good thing for you I'm so fucking good at sneaking in and out of places.

♪ One in a million, no chance for me ♪

♪ One in a million Just outta my reach ♪

♪ You're one in a million ♪

♪ One in a million... ♪

Need to stop buying so many snacks.

Our bras are no longer gonna fit.

Mm-hmm.

I heard about that thing with the Ochoas.

Always wanted to fuck Fabio. That hair.

Oh, no.

I'll see if I can get them to throw that in the deal.

You know, the Ochoas aren't the only ones who are famous.

People in Medellín are asking about you.

They say there's a lady narco up North,

and no one believes it.

But I tell them it's absolutely true.

You know what they call her?

Hmm?

"The Godmother."

Tell them to stop making up stories.

"Godmother."

So...

welcome to the Bahamas.

Flight wasn't too bad?

I was waiting for you.

Heard a lot about you. Pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

German.

- Finally. - Good to meet you.

How are you?

I want to show you something. This way, please.

I dream of three things.

Wet, hairy pussy,

one day riding an elephant,

and this.

Huh!

Incredible.

You can get high like this.

The Ochoas are the biggest suppliers in Colombia, right?

But when business slows down, it's time to expand.

So what do you do?

Get some partners

and buy your own fucking island right outside the United States.

Not for the pretty beaches or palm trees,

but for the enormous private airstrip you're standing on.

We'll send a bale at a time.

How? You're going to move all of that at once?

Drop 'em in the bay with transponders to fish 'em out.

We'll fly in twice a day. We can send a hundred kilos per week.

Bras are good, but this?

Dear Lord...

So, how about we have a drink and talk?

I'll wait for you at the house.

See you there.

Jesus, that's enough powder for every nose in America.

They brought us here to intimidate us.

I'm a supplier.

A small fish compared to this.

Not sure what he's gonna offer, but whatever it is, take it.

Are you seeing this?

How's it going with the witness?

He's thinking about coming in next week.

Nice work, Moneypenny,

but no protection until he agrees to testify.

And we stay on Amilcar.

Well, Bill, I noticed that we didn't get any prints from the scene,

which is not good since we have some on file for Amilcar we can match to.

Yeah, it happens. Assholes wear gloves.

Or... Remember when the witness demonstrated

how the shooter stood over the car? He was left-handed.

He put his right hand on top of the car door.

But the techs assumed the guy was a righty,

so they only dusted for the handle, that's why they came away with no print.

Okay. So, what, you want me to pull the car out of impound,

have it reprinted because you've got a theory?

You have theories all the time, Bill.

Insights.

I got insights, honey. And an insight is...

I know what an insight is, Bill.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're real sharp.

Uh, which makes me wonder why you keep forgetting your job

is to translate, make sure that the coffee is hot,

and to get the witness to talk.

Comprende?

Jeez Louise.

Why the fuck do you keep looking at me like that?

Like what?

Like you know something I don't.

That's just how my face is.

And...

you don't want me to talk.

If it's something useful, then say it.

For example, who's that?

Marta Ochoa.

Fabio's cousin.

And Rafa's girlfriend.

You can stop looking now.

This... This is Max Mermelstein.

Max is gonna oversee the smuggling side of the operation.

He's smart.

And the Ochoas will like a gringo in the ground.

- Isn't that right, Max? - I'm a fat Jew engineer.

Makes me an unlikely suspect.

But this is not just a smuggling operation.

Moving that kind of volume will allow us to control the prices of the coke.

Which means we'll control the market.

And we wanna do it top to bottom.

So you'll have your own distribution too?

That's right.

Easier that way.

The Ochoas are a family business. Don't want any trouble.

Otherwise, you got this fucking jumble of dealers pissed off over rates,

- turf, history, endless scores to settle. - The trunk.

Better to start fresh.

Not have to deal with all that shit.

The Ochoas really appreciate what you've set up in Miami.

But they feel it's time for you to step back and let us build on it.

Fifteen million dollars,

and you walk away clean.

Both of you.

Let me ask you a question.

So, this offer is because you don't want to deal with us?

Or is because you don't think that we can do this?

Well...

Sometimes, tearing down the house is easier than patching up what is rotten.

But I don't see what is not to like here for you, Ms. Blanco.

You walk into the sunset to enjoy the fruits of your labor.

Don't have to worry about the cops.

Some asshole dudes shooting you in the back.

I mean, how long can you keep this up?

I can't accept your offer.

You understand the Ochoas will own Miami, whether you do this or not.

- And there will be no consideration. - Isn't that right?

I understand.

Okay. Fine.

Good luck then... to both of you.

How could you do that to me?

Calm down, German. The Ochoas know how valuable what we have is.

That's why they want it.

That buyout was nothing compared to what we'll make going forward.

There is no fucking going forward. Don't you get that?

They're taking Miami with their ocean of coke, and there's no stopping them.

I have a plan.

Another of your fucking ideas!

We've worked too hard for this.

What?

We just give it up?

We owe it to our people.

What about me?

Did you even think of that?

You backed me when no one else would.

I don't forget that.

You'll be my partner.

Twenty-five percent of what I make.

How does that sound?

I reached out to all the dealers and they've agreed to meet with you.

Good.

But they're skeptical, to put it mildly.

Darling, you know I've always backed you, but this...

- Hey. - Hey.

- Come in. How you doing? - Good. There you are.

- Hey, sweetie. - This month's tickets for you girls.

Still no first class.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. I just have a lot on my mind right now.

Hmm.

I added a little extra. I know you got a new car.

About time I got rid of that piece of shit, right?

I do love driving my new beauty.

Mm-hmm.

It ended up working for both of us, huh?

Let me know when you need your next batch, okay?

- Bye, sweetie. - See you.

Look at you.

"Godmother" for real.

What are you gonna tell her when there is no next batch?

Or the girls, when they can't smuggle anymore?

Hopefully, I won't have to.

If this works, there'll be plenty of money and work to go around.

Don't pay attention to him.

You took us this far.

- And got Panesso on board. - Listen, kid.

It's one thing to convince one man and very different to convince 20.

Rafa Salazar is saying that he wants us out

so that the Ochoas can create a simpler system.

That's bullshit.

What they're really saying to us is that we're not good enough.

That we're stupid.

Then how do we do this?

We fucking come together. We unite.

None of you take the fucking buyout.

And then we're gonna tell them

that they're not fucking moving one gram of cocaine in Miami

unless it's through us.

That's how we're gonna take control.

We're gonna tell Rafa that we already have his fucking system in place.

We know how it works, and they're gonna get what they want,

and we're gonna fucking keep what is ours.

I don't know about any of you,

but I'm not gonna fucking give it away to those motherfuckers for nothing.

And all we have to do is fucking stick together.

And we're gonna make the big money for ourselves,

for our families and keep what is fucking ours!

- Yeah. - Fuck yeah!

- Yeah! - Go to town!

- Yeah! - Let's do it.

Okay.

Okay.

I have to admit, it sounds good.

Even if it's coming out of this fucking bitch's mouth.

But here's the question.

Who's gonna run this thing?

We're gonna share the profit between all of us based on territory...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Who is the one in charge?

We're working as a group of equals,

but someone has to go talk to the Ochoas, and it's gonna be me.

"A group of equals." Sounds like some bullshit.

This is just another fucking way for her to run us like we work for her.

No. It's about what's good for all of us.

- Who the fuck cares who's in charge? - I fucking care who's gonna be in charge.

I'm not taking orders from a woman that I don't fucking trust.

Man's got a point.

How do we know what you're saying to the Ochoas?

Where's Amilcar, Rivi?

What'd he say?

Amilcar's got too much heat on him right now.

Papo and I are here to see what she had to say.

You think he's gonna do it?

He's determined to take the buyout.

There's no fucking way I'm doing this without Amilcar.

Hey, come on. Just think about what you're passing up.

The fucking money, and...

It was a good try.

We turned down 15 million for this shit?

Rivi.

Just give me a chance to talk to Amilcar. I can convince him.

You want to talk to him?

Get in.

Open the glove box.

Put them back like they were, with the label facing out.

How long you worked for Amilcar?

Said I'd drive you to see him,

not have a conversation.

Why?

Not good at talking?

Depends what about.

How to approach your boss?

Know what I think?

You respect what I said back there.

Or else I wouldn't be in your pretty car.

Have you been under surveillance from the Miami PD and the DEA?

Amilcar's being linked to a murder.

He's getting cornered in all directions.

The Ochoas are the only light he can see.

Thank you for seeing me.

I know we've had our differences,

but I hope that Rivi had a chance to explain.

Rivi says so, I listen to him.

Yeah, he seems very smart.

Couldn't get through this without him.

Amilcar.

I'm here to tell you my plan.

- Let's discuss how you and I... - I already know your plan.

- Sal called me. - Ah.

Get the villagers together to stop the big bad ogre.

Look, I admire anyone who can stand

in front of these assholes and convince them to do anything.

But I've always wanted to go see opera in Lake Como, you know?

They got this murder they wanna get me for with this witness who may talk.

So...

I think this is gonna have to be a friendly drink.

Unless, you know,

you wanna spend the night.

But to be honest...

...even that wouldn't change my mind.

Listen.

Okay, now, Rivi's gonna drive you home.

We going or not?

Hey.

Did you forget something?

Did you say there was a witness to that murder?

Yes.

I'll kill him for you.

It'd be suspicious if you do it.

This way, the heat on you dies, and you can join our fucking union.

Let someone else do your dirty work.

That's the address where the witness lives.

Take Chucho.

I know what it's like to have blood on my hands.

Really?

First time I killed for money, I was 14.

For a long time, the only thing I knew

is what it's like to have blood on my hands.

So what changed?

I came to Miami.

Point is, killing your asshole husband's not the same as this.

So what should I do?

Let them come in here and take everything?

I just want you to know...

what this will cost you.

Hmm?

Okay.

I've done all the hard work here.

What's on your mind?

Sir, I appreciate you asked me to join Homicide,

but it's not really working out.

I know the guys can say some off-color things.

No, sir. If I let that bother me, I'd never leave the house.

So?

The hours and the frustrations that you guys deal with here,

it's not worth it for me.

Honestly, the only reason I even became a cop

was because I needed the benefits for my son.

Well, you could have fooled me.

The way you work, it seems like you care.

And you're good.

Well, put me on a desk where I can smile and answer the phone.

And I could, uh, pick up my kid from baseball practice.

Okay.

If that's what you want.

Thank you.

Chucho.

Don't think too much.

We get in and out, quick.

You ready?

Ready.

Good evening, welcome to the Action News at 10...

Shh. Shut the fuck up.

Get the fuck down.

Honey?

No, no, no!

No!

It's okay.

- No, but... - Pay me.

Hello?

We've got a problem.

Witness has a wife and a baby here.

A wife and baby...

Kid's maybe six months.

If we let them go, they'll go into hiding.

What do you want to do?

Do it.

Mom?

I'm having nightmares.

Will you read to me?

Come here, baby.

You're safe with me.

No one can hurt you.

It's done.

It's out of control.

What is it, Bill?

You don't wanna see that shit, June.

Worst I've seen in a long time.

That's our witness.

June.

This is not your fault.

I know, sir.

So, uh, why am I here?

We need your expertise in here.

Jesus.

Child services will be here in about an hour or so.

The case against me is over now.

Thank you.

Now, you saw how those dealers and Rafa,

they only accepted anything if it came out of a man's mouth, right?

Let me be clear.

This is not me trying to take away something that's rightfully yours.

You've earned it.

This is just me saying that, honestly, if your plan is gonna work,

I'm in charge.

But you're gonna consult me on every fucking decision.

Behind the scenes, we work together.

In public... it's me.

Intelligence analyst, translator, and a nanny.

Can you believe that?

Yeah.

Uh, Officer Hawkins? Julie Barnes, Social Services.

Oh.

He's, uh... He's pretty calm now.

Yeah. Hi.

Oh, oh, oh.

We'll find him a good home.

It's better that he never know this one.

Yeah.

Come on.

You get an integrated system with people who know the city.

It'll be efficient with no infighting.

And I will manage it all for you.

Any problems with any other dealers will be my responsibility.

So all you have to worry about is getting me product.

Think you can pull that off?

Bring them together?

Already have.

We just need your stamp of approval.

It's not exactly what we had in mind, but I think it's a good solution.

The Ochoas will approve.

Congratulations. You now run every dealer in Miami.

Well, let's celebrate.

Waiter, champagne.

I want you both to come to the Mutiny tomorrow night.

Meet the others. Hmm?

Congratulations, partner.

Sorry. I'm going to the restroom.

That's wonderful. Yes.

Congratulations, Griselda.

But you deserved more than a simple... "partnership."

- It'll do for now. - Mmm.

When it no longer does,

you may need my help.

When a man like you offers me help, I assume he means something else.

Hmm.

- A man like me? - Hmm.

You think I'm one of them?

They're full of rage.

Can't see past their two front feet.

And this one,

you have here?

Your attack dog.

You fuck him yet?

Hawkins!

What the fuck? Had the fucking lab reprint that car after I told you not to?

Oh, I'm sorry, Captain. I know. I know I shouldn't have, but I...

But that asshole killed our witness.

You were right as fucking rain.

Prints are a match with Amilcar.

You're joking.

No, ma'am. Enough to put in for a warrant for him.

Nice fucking work, Hawkins.

Just make sure to, uh, put it in a memo.

Last day. No more memos.

Nice work, kid.

Last day.

And I finally solve one.

Listen up, ladies.

Griselda's about to be the new boss of Miami.

So we're celebrating tonight. Get ready to party.

- Whoo! - Hey!

Buy whatever dresses you want. Need to look sharp.

And what about our hair?

Yes, for that too.

Sweetie, what about nails?

You know what? Buy whatever you want. You deserve it.

Thank you, Godmother.

A couple was murdered in their home yesterday,

leaving a baby behind.

Turn that off.

We want to hear.

One of the couple

may have been a witness in a federal investigation.

{n8}- I said, turn it off. - Mom!

You're late.

A source who spoke off the record indicated...

We have the party at the Mutiny tonight

to celebrate the new deal.

We're gonna run this town now.

Sure, we'll run it.

You okay?

Me?

What do you mean?

Thought you didn't care.

It was a lot, what I asked.

Nothing I haven't done before.

What bothers me is you had to do it.

Hmm?

That this is what it takes for them to see you.

Hey, uh, are you Hawkins?

Yeah. Why?

I'm Diaz.

How are you?

I'm Special Assignments.

I cover important homicide, narcotics cases.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Well, you know, we've been after Amilcar for, uh, quite a while now,

but I saw you got the hit on the print.

You made the warrant. I just wanted to say thank you.

You're welcome.

What are you, uh... You're moving or something?

Um, I decided that Homicide, it wasn't for me.

Hey.

You know, we're... We're about to go roll on this asshole.

There's nothing like putting cuffs on one that you earned.

You wanna come along?

See how it feels?

I think Bruno might have gone a little short this time.

Nah, it looks good.

- Show me your hands! - Don't move!

Stop, asshole!

Get him! Get him!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Get us out of here! Get us out of here!

Rafael Amilcar Rodriguez, step out of the vehicle.

Police! Everybody down!

Move!

Where's Amilcar?

♪ When we hit those islands There's gonna be a big hello ♪

Griselda.

What's going on?

Can I talk to her for a minute?

Where's Amilcar?

He was arrested about an hour ago.

But I got rid of the witness.

Fucking cops had something else on him.

Well, I can still convince them to let me be in charge.

Papo got Amilcar's territories.

And he doesn't want to be in business with you.

What's more, he already made a deal with Rafa.

Son of a bitch. Why didn't you call me, German, try to stop him?

Griselda.

Because I'm going with him.

What are you saying?

I brought your dealers with me.

But they're my dealers. Loyal to me.

Come on, they're aerobics instructors, hairstylists, tennis pros.

You give them more money, you threaten them,

and those motherfuckers happily switch sides.

German, I trusted you.

Why the fuck didn't you take the buyout?

Bastard.

Rafa, just give me a moment to explain.

Why? You got nothing to give him.

I told you I was gonna fuck you back one way or another.

Rafa, listen.

This whole idea was mine from the beginning.

I know what you're about to say.

You think we don't do our homework before we come into a city?

I know who opened the markets with all those rich people.

I know it was you.

Those other idiots could never do it.

Good.

So we can figure this out. Make it right...

No. I don't think so.

- But you just said... - Uh.

I know what I said.

You think I'll give all the power to some mouthy, smart bitch

rather than these two idiots that I can control?

I don't think so.

The truth is...

you scare me more than they do.

Like I was saying, Max...

The door is that way, bitch.

♪ Gotta go home, home, home ♪

♪ Gotta go home, home, home ♪

♪ Gotta go home, home, home ♪

♪ Gotta go home ♪

What happened?

Are you okay? What happened?

I killed those people for nothing, Dario.

So those assholes could just take it all from me.

She showed more guts than any cop I saw in a long time.

And I've seen bad motherfuckers in my day.

Yeah.

- Well said. - Hey. To June.

Cheers!

Well done, kid.

Hey, give us two minutes. Two minutes, boys.

Excuse me.

You all right?

Uh... Honestly? I'm still shaking. I'm not sure if I'm terrified or...

Explain to me why you quit Homicide.

Had my reasons.

What's it matter, Diaz? You got your guy.

I got one, June, okay? This is just the start.

Look, I'm putting together what they call a CENTAC.

It's a central tactical unit. Feds, local agents.

Actually, I was having some trouble with the funding,

but what you did today will help.

What I did today?

Mm-hmm.

The higher-ups see what's happening around here. They want something done.

And it's fucking up our community, our people.

Not just crime. The way they see us.

So you're gonna change the way they see us.

Well...

Not bad on camera, right?

Hey.

One hell of a fucking day, huh?

To going out in style.

Going out in style.

Enjoy that desk.

"Enjoy that desk."

Really?

Okay, Diaz.

I'll join your CENTAC.

Long as you promise me not to get me in any more shootouts.

I can't promise it, and I'm not sure you want me to.

Mm.