POTE: Previously on Queen of the South...
The deposit on the waterfront went through.
I mean, it's ours. No one has to die.
You're here to advise me, not question me.
We want the Monet back.
-I traded it to Hakim Bishara. -Who is he?
An Algerian smuggler.
Is that what happened to Rocco de la Peña?
You were in business with him.
Maybe you're responsible for his death.
I had nothing to do with it.
You have any idea who you're--
-[gunshot] -[groans]
Did you know Rocco was dead? Now you can tell your friends
I'm open for business in Europe.
I know a guy, Isidro Navarro.
I sent you there to keep an eye on Boaz
and learn about the Miami operation.
He says you're the boss.
[speaking Spanish]
I wasn't sure until this pinche gringo
showed up on my doorstep.
-You want to count it? -BOAZ: Nah.
I don't think you'd be stupid enough to cross me.
He thinks I don't know about his ulterior motive
to infiltrate our organization.
[gunshot]
[dramatic music]
[mellow music]
♪
Did you have a good swim?
It was good for the first few laps,
but then I swallowed some water.
Don't worry. Chlorine won't kill you.
I'm not afraid of the chlorine, Teresita.
I don't put it past these rich pendejos
that they pee in the pool,
especially that one right there.
Did you speak with Kelly Anne?
I did. She made it in okay.
Said she was gonna take care of some loose ends
on the waterfront.
Oh, look who decided to show up.
Where you been, cabrón? It's been two days.
I almost sent a search party after you.
Yeah, I had to go dark.
What did you find out?
Oleg was right about Isidro Navarro.
He runs coke from Morocco to Germany,
and they move big numbers.
Mm, we get his business,
and we get a foothold back into Europe.
[line ringing]
[phone rings]
Teresa, I was just about to call you.
Have you arranged that meeting?
Isidro Navarro is in Berlin, but only for a couple of hours.
-So I have to meet him today? -OLEG: Exactly.
Text me the location.
We're gonna meet him right now?
He's in Berlin.
I'm gonna need some time to secure the location.
Please get started.
[snoring]
[door clicks, creaks]
[groaning softly]
[dark music]
♪
[speaking Spanglish]
You paranoid, or what?
Ah, what the hell time is it?
It's time to send a message.
Put your pants on. We got work to do.
I ain't had my morning coffee, Mr. Rooster.
Bring it to go. Vámonos.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
Cover the main gate.
Building is clear.
I'll keep an eye from here.
The place is not crowded, which is good.
That tree line gives us some cover from the windows
across the street.
It's not ideal.
We need to make it short and sweet.
I hate mimes.
I'm gonna cover the west end.
OLEG: I reached out to a few connections.
Luckily, Isidro happened to be looking for a new supplier.
What do you know about him?
He's from an aristocratic Galician family.
What's he doing in the drug business?
For him, cocaine is just another commodity,
just like soybeans or oil,
but it trades at a much higher price.
No.
It has to be about more than the money.
Perhaps he enjoys adrenaline.
You can ask him yourself.
He's 15 minutes late.
Let me give him a call.
[phone beeping]
[uneasy music]
[busy signal beeping]
He's not answering.
This doesn't feel right.
♪
-Teresa, get down! -[gunshots]
[crowd screaming]
[Oleg grunts]
JAMES: Teresa.
[siren wailing]
[dramatic music]
♪
[dark music]
♪
[wincing]
You know what you're doing?
I usually do it on myself.
It's just a flesh wound.
Was Navarro connected to Rocco de la Peña?
No.
I know your history with Rocco.
I would never put you in that position.
JAMES: Look, maybe we should talk about this on the flight
back to New Orleans.
we need to get out of here
before the locals connect us to the body.
You want me to call the pilot?
Have him on standby.
[guns clicking]
GEORGE: What's this all about?
[speaking Spanglish]
His crew is moving against us.
Well, we should call Teresa, let her know.
We'll let her know when it's done.
That's why she sent me here.
These Haitians are a nasty bunch.
Well, looks like it's gonna be a working vacation for me, huh?
Come on. You ride with me. I'll fill you in.
GEORGE: I was wondering where you got to, Susie.
You coming along?
[speaking Spanish]
GEORGE: I was just thinking that.
Do you think Oleg set us up?
He almost died trying to save me.
[phone buzzing]
It's Navarro.
Put it on speaker.
Hello?
NAVARRO: You tried to set me up, Oleg.
Set you up, Isidro?
First you take down my supplier.
Then you want to fill my demand.
This is Teresa Mendoza.
What do you mean, we took out your supplier?
Hakim Bishara. You killed him three days ago.
[heavy music]
I did not know you worked with Bishara,
and what happened had nothing to do with you.
You expect me to believe that?
Listen to me very carefully.
I am not a man who enjoys violence,
but I will see you dead before I buy from you.
I missed this morning, but I will not miss again.
You killed Navarro's supplier,
and you didn't think to tell me that?
If I knew that, I would have told you.
I want to know everything about Navarro and his business.
♪
[phone buzzing]
-This is Kelly Anne. -JIM: Miss Van Awken.
Hi, Jim. How's it going over there?
Not good.
We can't gain access to the property.
There's only one road in,
and apparently that's privately owned.
They have security down here.
They won't let us in.
[tense music]
♪
Thank you.
You okay?
Yeah.
I want to make this deal with Navarro work.
I'm not questioning you.
If you wanna go for this, I am all in.
I just...
wanna know why you think we need it.
It's an opportunity.
The market in Europe is exploding.
It's higher here than in the U.S.
Is that all?
We've already got more money than we can launder.
This is about power.
[solemn music]
♪
You could have died today.
♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
-KELLY ANNE: Hello, gentlemen. -SHAKER: Miss Van Awken.
BLEDSOE: Miss Van Awken.
KELLY ANNE: I'm gonna cut to the chase.
So y'all are saying we own the waterfront property
but not the road leading up to it?
Well, that's a private roadway.
That was never part of the original sale.
Well, that was not in the disclosure.
Well, maybe you missed it.
I assure you I did not.
So tell me, how is my client supposed to develop
the property if she can't access it?
Well, my partner and I are happy to sell you that roadway.
Okay, at what cost?
Oh, 500 million.
You can't be serious.
BLEDSOE: [chuckling] Well, that's what it's worth.
You said it yourself.
You can't develop the property without the road.
[dark music]
It'd be a shame having this prime real estate
and just having it sitting there.
Yeah.
Well, surely we can come to some kind of accommodation.
[chuckles] Look, we gave you our price.
We have a lot of appointments today, hon, but take your time.
Talk to your client. Get back to us.
Road's not goin' anywhere.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you. Good day.
Miss Van Awken.
Mm.
Maybe you should call Teresa.
No, she's got a lot going on.
I can handle 'em.
♪
BOAZ: That's the stash house.
GEORGE: How do you know those guys are moving against us?
Before we put that pinche rataout of his misery,
he gave up something.
These Haitians are cutting Teresa's coke with fentanyl.
Fentanyl? They'd OD their own customers.
Why would they do that?
They're just... [speaking Spanish]
They don't care.
Spring break's coming up.
First white kid dies,
heat's gonna blow back on la jefa.
So what's the plan?
We're gonna sit here
and wait for those putos to get home,
go ahead and teach them a lesson.
OLEG: His name is Jurgen Weisse.
He's Navarro's inside man in Interpol.
He keeps him up on any anti-narcotics operations
along the corridor.
If we get this guy,
we're gonna put ourselves on Interpol's radar.
He can get us in a room with Navarro.
What if the Spaniard doesn't play ball?
He's not getting another chance to kill me.
JAMES: If this guy's our best shot of getting to Navarro...
We need to grab him tonight.
POTE: Orale.
[engine starts]
You know, I like you,
and I'm glad you're here.
But tell me the truth.
Teresa sent you down here to watch me, didn't she?
[uneasy music]
♪
I came down here for some R&R.
That's it.
But Teresa did say that I could watch your back,
you know, lighten the load if you needed it.
It's okay. I get it.
I'd do the same if I were her.
She wants to know if I'm planning a move.
Are you?
No, no, 'mano.
Hell, I still owe Teresa my life.
She should have killed me for disobeying her.
But her heart's bigger than my balls.
[both laughing]
Nah...
she's got nothing to fear with me.
Hell, that's why I'm sitting here now,
trying to take care of this problem for her.
♪
[blows landing]
[ominous music]
♪
[Tchaikovsky's "Swan Theme" playing]
♪
[both grunting]
[both straining]
JAMES: Aah!
♪
[music swells]
♪
You know who I am.
You operated out of Malta a few years back,
worked with a money launderer, Rocco de la Peña,
until he put out a bounty on you.
I hear he's dead.
One of his girls got tired of being abused,
killed the sick bastard.
Why are we here?
♪
That's my daughter's ballet academy.
♪
I need to speak with Isidro Navarro alone.
He's a dangerous person to cross.
♪
Your choice, cabrón.
[tense music]
♪
Clem doesn't think the parish will go for it.
Not a chance.
Plus, the building inspector wants his--
Hello, gentlemen.
Miss Van Awken.
Now, y'all have been ducking my calls,
and I just don't have time to play that game.
So that's 10 million in cash right now for the roadway.
That's 490 mil short, hon.
We're willing to meet you somewhere in the middle.
That's nowhere near halfway, girlie.
You walk in here like this with your muscle,
you think you're gonna intimidate us
into accepting a lowball offer?
Well, you're wasting your time, and worse, you're wasting ours.
Oh, now, take it easy, John.
I'm gonna nip this in the bud.
It's Miss Van Awken, not "girlie,"
and you both know damn good and well
that waterfront is useless to us without the road.
Perhaps you'd like to sell it back to us then.
We'll give you 250 mil right now
to take that waterfront off your hands.
That's less than half what we paid for it...
Which is what y'all's plan was all along, wasn't it?
It's the only deal I see on the table.
Mr. Shaker, you are begging for us to sue you.
Oh, you could do that, but that property'd end up
tied up in litigation for years,
generating no revenue,
legal fees, property taxes.
Why, your client'd be lucky to get back
a third of what she put into it.
That's a hell of a business model y'all have.
[laughs] Thank you.
Oh, gentlemen, would you please be so kind
as to escort Miss Van Awken
and her associate off the premises?
GUARD: Yes, sir.
They were just leavin' with their bags.
GUARD: Come on, man.
Okay.
[ominous music]
♪
Someone's coming.
[phone rings]
BOAZ: Hello?
The Haitians just turned the corner.
They're comin' in.
All right. It's go time.
[speaking Spanish]
He betrayed us.
[tires squealing]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Is that him?
Yes.
[intense music]
♪
BOAZ: Oye!
Hands in the air where we can see them.
-Hurry up! -Watch out!
[gunshots]
Where y'all boys at?
You ever hear of Mexican time?
Not a fan!
BOAZ: Hell yeah, cavalry's here!
[Boaz spits]
You slow your roll, Baby Doc.
No! Please! No, please, no!
No!
-No, no, no! -BOAZ: Cállate!
-Why are you doing this? -[speaking Spanish]
Let George do that.
George, check the blow and use one of those strips.
I'm gonna need some water.
What's this about?
You think we've been cutting your shit?
You tell me.
Little bit of lactose, maybe,
to stretch it, but that's about it.
You messed up, Sylvestre.
[tapping]
GEORGE: Two red lines is negative.
One line is positive.
[tense music]
♪
One line.
Hmm.
That's more than baby laxative.
The science don't lie, pendejo.
No. No. No, no, this is bullshit!
ANGEL: [speaking Spanish]
Oh, you're in a world of shit now.
What the fuck is this?
BOAZ: You tell me what the fuck this is.
I never seen that shit before in my life.
You've never seen this shit?
In your fucking life, huh?
Huh? You ain't seen this shit in your life?
-BOAZ: [speaking Spanish] -No!
No, please! No!
I'm telling you the truth! No, please!
I'm telling you the truth!
[muffled groans]
[wheezing, coughing]
BOAZ: [laughing]
I'm gonna get some air.
BOAZ: [chuckles] Let's get the fuck outta here.
[heavy music]
♪
You better hope I don't walk out of here, Oleg.
Might as well kill me right now.
I didn't mean to interfere with your business.
I don't want to move into your territory.
I realize the loss of the Algerians has cost you.
Yes, and you would like to capitalize on that loss.
Why should I do business with someone I don't trust?
TERESA: You tried to kill me,
and I still want to make this work.
Trust can be built over time.
Do you think I don't have other options?
Not like the one I'm offering you.
You can make a lot of money with me, Isidro.
And if I say no?
Then I will have to work with your competitors,
and with my supply line and the quality of my product,
you could lose your share of the market.
Just reaching for a cigarette.
[tense music]
♪
You grew up with money.
Why are you in this business?
My mother and I... didn't inherit any wealth.
I was the product of an affair,
the bastard of the family, in more ways than one.
Your mother wasn't Spanish?
Moroccan descent.
Spain, uh, has a...
difficult history with the Berbers.
I wasn't handed anything in this life.
We have that in common.
You know when there's a good deal on the table.
I want points on the first run and, uh,
a discount to compensate for the loss of the Algerians.
Agreed.
But you can't go after Oleg.
Oleg and I have no problem.
Thank you for hearing me out.
We'll be in touch.
TERESA: Let's go.
♪
KELLY ANNE: We've been scammed.
I knew the property changed hands three times
in the last ten years, but what I didn't know was why.
So it turns out Shaker and Bledsoe
buy it back every time for half of what they paid for it,
every time using a different name and a different LLC.
How do they get away with this?
They got, like, a platoon of lawyers.
I mean, this year alone, they've had six
separate lawsuits against them dropped
just because they outspend and outlast the plaintiffs.
It's this little game they play,
and they haven't lost yet.
I'm--I'm so sorry.
I really tried to fix this.
TERESA: This is not your fault.
We did everything the right way.
We could sell it back
and just write it off as a tax loss.
No.
KELLY ANNE: What do you wanna do?
[light suspenseful music]
If they wanna act like gangsters,
let's treat them like gangsters.
♪
[lively music playing]
♪
Beautiful view, no?
Yes, it is.
I wanted to say thank you for yesterday, 'mano.
Saved my ass.
It got pretty hairy for a second.
You mean that MAC-10 trying to tattoo "mother" on my chest?
[laughing]
It's all in the game, brother.
What's that, uh...
what's that one cowboy movie?
The one with, uh...
the blue-eyed...
[speaking Spanish]
Ah, you're talking about Newman and Redford,
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?
[laughs] Yeah, that one.
I love that movie.
You were Sundance to my Butch yesterday, cabrón.
[both laughing]
I like that. That's nice, man.
[chuckles]
You know, the truth?
I could use you here in Miami full-time, George,
as my number two.
Well, I gotta say, Miami does agree with me.
[both chuckling]
But that's something I'd have to ask Teresa about.
I'll bring it up to her soon I get back to New Orleans.
Well, then hurry back, 'mano,
'cause I'm sure I can find some more trouble
for us to get into together.
-[George chuckling] -One last shot...
All right?
I love you, cabrón.
Right back at you, brother.
Be right back. I'm gonna make some calls.
♪
[phone beeping]
[line ringing]
-TERESA: George. -Greetings from South Flo-Flo.
What's going on?
Oh, you know, we had a little problem.
What kind of problem?
GEORGE: Retailers in Little Haiti
cutting your product with fentanyl.
I'ma spare you the gory details,
but the important thing is it's handled.
Did any of the tainted product get out?
Nope. Boaz made sure of that.
He came down on those boys like a hammer.
As far as I can see,
he's solid, and he's down to business.
I still don't trust him.
I think he's past what happened with Javier,
but if you want me to stick around...
Please.
GEORGE: All right, you got it.
And, hey... [laughs]
That boat's gonna show up in a few days.
We're gonna christen it together.
[laughs]
I'll put the champagne on ice.
[laughs]
Don't you pop that bottle without me, principessa.
TERESA: Be careful.
[phone beeps]
[ominous music]
♪
I'm Teresa Mendoza.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Hello.
You're Equity Partners Limited?
Nice car.
I have a luxury dealership among my holdings.
It, uh, matches your suit.
Ms. Mendoza, is it?
Forgive my cutting to the chase,
but, um, has your lawyer explained everything to you?
Why don't we step inside so we can discuss it?
All right.
♪
What the hell is this?
My counteroffer.
[dramatic music]
[dark music]
[panting]
♪
You're never gonna get away with this.
Mm-kay.
This document amends
the original sales agreement
to include that roadway.
This is how you people do business?
I tried to deal with you like businesspeople.
Yeah, all right, all right, you made your point.
Um, you--we can resolve this.
Quit your sniveling, Clem. She's bluffing.
They need us alive to close the deal.
Actually, Mr. Bledsoe,
you have power of attorney in absence of your partner.
[chuckles]
What do you mean, in the absence of your--
-[gunshot] -Aah! Aah!
Aah! Oh, God!
I'll si--I'll sign it!
I'll sign!
Y'all bring it over here. I'll sign it.
[panting]
[whimpering]
♪
Here.
BLEDSOE: Thanks.
[groaning]
♪
We good?
You tell me.
-[cocks trigger] -[Bledsoe gasps]
[whimpering]
I don't know nothin'.
I didn't see nothin'.
[driving music]
♪
JAMES: Something came for you.
Looks like Bledsoe's trying to buy his safety.
[phone buzzing]
[phone beeps]
Hello?
It's Clem Bledsoe.
Escrow closed.
You have the waterfront and the roadway.
-TERESA: Good. -You got the car?
-TERESA: I did. -It's just a token.
You'll never hear from me again.
I know.
[line beeping]
[gun clicks]
[suppressed gunshot]
♪
[singing in Spanish]
♪
Hey.
Um, I've been trying to get ahold of Pote.
He's on his way back from Baton Rouge.
Clem Bledsoe?
Yeah, he was a loose end.
You know, sometimes...
I hardly recognize her anymore.
Well, none of us are the same.
We've just all been through too much and seen too much.
[soft music]
♪
Sometimes I miss that girl from Culiacán.
[chuckles]
♪
You know, I was Cole's doormat for years.
The minute I met Teresa, I knew we shared something.
She helped me realize we were survivors.
Yeah, we all are.
She's become something else.
She doesn't wanna just survive anymore.
She wants to live.
So that girl from Culiacán,
she's gone.
-[announcer speaking Spanish] -[man speaking Spanish]
[dramatic music]
[men speaking Spanish]
♪
Where's Boaz?
-He had business in Hialeah. -Mm.
[speaking Spanish]
Ah, nah. You know what?
I think I'm gonna get a little...
[chuckles]
♪
Goddamn it, Boaz.
♪
You set those Haitians up
so I'd tell Teresa you had her back.
The fentanyl, it was all you.
I really wish you hadn't come in here, Sundance.
[intense music]
Don't you--
[gunshot]
[upbeat Latin music]
[singing in Spanish]
♪
Pendejo.
♪
[haunting music]
♪
[projector clicking]