[lighter flicking]
["Na Na" playing]
[inhales deeply]
- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- [exhales softly]
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
[giggling]
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- [breathes deeply]
[in Spanish] I f*cked up, Marta.
[in English] ♪ Hey everybody
Here's a song to sing ♪
[in Spanish] I f*cked up
really bad. I k*lled that boy.
[shushes]
I can't stop thinking about it.
Hey.
Just clear your mind.
Mm.
[coughs]
Hey.
There it is, my love.
- [shushes]
- [sniffles]
Do you know
how f*cking extraordinary you are?
None of these assholes appreciate you.
Not Rafa, none of them.
[in English] ♪ All the people tell me
They've just had enough ♪
♪ I'll tell you all the answer ♪
♪ We just got to love each other... ♪
[in Spanish] Of course
my cousin's not happy.
And Rafa wants him to have you k*lled.
But don't pay any attention to that.
- [chuckles]
- [Griselda whimpers]
Marta, listen.
Maybe you can talk to them for me?
Tell Fabio that you're sorry?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, what should I say?
I know. [shushes]
I'll tell him that you're sorry
and it will never happen again.
Should I tell him?
Yes. And you're also going to tell him
that I'm better
than all those gringo m*therf*ckers.
That I'm the only one
that knows how to get the job done.
- [giggles]
- Huh?
- I don't know.
- Huh?
I don't know.
I'll make you my partner.
- Holy f*ck!
- [both chuckle]
[screaming excitedly]
Partners?! Are you serious?
We'll be like Greek goddesses of coke.
- [exclaims]
- Greek f*cking goddesses of coke!
Marta Ochoa.
- And Griselda Blanco! Holy f*ck. [laughs]
- Whoa!
Listen to me... Go tell all those assholes.
Tell them who's running things now.
[coughs]
Listen up, m*therf*ckers.
That's it.
Know that in this town,
the ones in charge...
Louder!
[panting]
...are us!
- [chuckles]
- [laughs]
Everything is going to be fine.
And everything will go back to normal.
Huh? [sighs]
- [yells] Marta!
- [coughs]
[tense music playing]
- Marta!
- [coughs]
- Marta!
- [choking]
- Marta.
- [exhales]
Oh! Marta!
- [whimpers]
- [glass shatters]
[foreboding music playing]
- What happened?
- Follow me.
What the f*ck?
What happened?
I don't know.
It was an accident.
An overdose.
Fabio and Rafa may not see it that way.
I'll just explain it to them.
No! It may be more complicated than that.
After the party,
all the sh*t that went down,
I had one of my guys follow Carmen,
and you know what?
She went directly to CENTAC.
- CENTAC?
- Yes.
After everything I did for her.
Well, you did try to k*ll her.
Cops hit the bank, paper trail led them
to the other stash houses. Understand?
All my money.
Yes, your money.
Chucho's son, Marta, Carmen.
You're done with the Ochoas, Griselda.
[breathing heavily]
Did you hear me?
- [yelling] m*therf*cker!
- Wait. Wait!
- Everything I've worked for, it's gone!
- Griselda.
Lost everything 'cause of this bitch.
- Stop! Listen to me.
- Wait.
Nothing's ever over.
- [sighs]
- There's always something new.
Understand?
- Rivi.
- [sighs]
Let's dump the body and make them think
she and I skipped town together.
Huh? Let's leave Miami.
Help me clean this sh*t up.
[Griselda's breath trembling]
[door handle clicks]
Rivi, come see this!
[suspenseful music playing]
[Griselda sighs]
[Rivi] Beautiful.
[Griselda] The bitch was always
complaining she didn't have enough coke.
Rich people.
[Griselda sighs]
I think the universe
is telling you something.
What if we take the coke with her body?
Rafa'll think Marta ran off with it.
- [chuckles softly] Hmm.
- [sighs]
- [Rivi] Are these the last ones?
- Yes.
I'll bring the car closer so we can place
the body in there. Wait for me here.
- [vehicle approaches]
- [brakes squeal]
Someone's here.
f*ck, my car.
[whimpers]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Rivi sniffles]
Come on.
Marta, I brought you McDonald's.
[music intensifies]
Marta!
[whispering] He's gone. Let's go.
- What's going on?
- We have to leave, now.
Now what? You did something else?
Listen. I'm in trouble.
People are after me.
But I have a lot of product.
We can go to another city
and start from scratch.
Name one where the cartel won't find us.
[telephone ringing]
[phone beeps]
Hello?
- Dario?
- Now, give it to me.
Go.
Where the f*ck are you?
- We have to get out of here.
- [Dario] Griselda.
Carmen talked to CENTAC
and the Ochoas are after me...
Griselda. I don't care
what's happened. I'm not coming.
What are you talking about?
You forgot what you said
to me at the party?
I was high.
- I've given this a lot of thought.
- [indistinct announcement over PA system]
I can't keep doing this anymore, Griselda.
It's over.
What do you mean?
[ominous music playing]
No, Dario.
- Where's Michael?
- He's safe.
- He's with me.
- Where are you taking him?
You know I'm not telling you that.
Listen, Dario.
You bring Michael here right now.
If not, I'm going to hunt you down
and rip off
that pretty little face of yours.
Do you hear yourself?
That's exactly why I left Miami
and I'm never coming the f*ck back.
Listen, you worthless piece of sh*t!
You were nothing before I met you,
a f*cking bodyguard!
I gave you money, I gave you a son,
and now you're taking him away from me?!
No. I'm saving him from you.
[woman over PA system]
May I have your attention, please...
Come on, son.
...to announce the arrival of flight 700.
m*therf*cker!
[tense music playing]
[keys jangle]
Ready?
[in English] We were just going over
everything you told us so far.
We're putting everything together
for Griselda's arrest.
You get anything on Rivi or Dario?
What'll happen if you do get her
for m*rder, Detective Hawkins?
She goes to jail for a very long time.
Or the death penalty, right?
- That's up to the DA.
- [knock on door]
[Al] How we doing?
Carmen over here is feeling a little
uneasy about giving up more on her friend.
I don't know anything about the murders.
Three years
you've been by her side, Carmen.
You expect us to believe that?
[June] That little boy that she k*lled,
he was two years old.
Johnny Castro.
What if you don't say anything
and it happens again?
[sighs]
You know what?
I want out of all of this.
And if you're smart, you'll stop too.
Get her on the f*cking dr*gs
and put me somewhere safe.
[pensive music playing]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[birds squawking]
[man] Rafa.
[Rafa in Spanish] Anything?
[man sighs]
They took all their sh*t.
Probably left town.
I would if I k*lled an Ochoa.
Did you see how they left her?
I found her in the f*cking jacuzzi
boiling like a piece of meat.
f*cking waste.
With so much life in front of her.
That bitch's gonna sell that coke,
and I wanna know
the second it hits the street.
[tense music playing]
Hiram.
There's a million dollars
for whoever tells me first.
[Hiram] Come on.
["La Zenaida" playing]
[song continues over car radio]
[song stops]
[airplane flying overhead]
[distant siren wailing]
You okay?
I just asked you to teach him a lesson.
[car door closes]
And you k*ll his kid?
It was an accident.
I sent Rivi to scare him, and...
What the f*ck is wrong with you?
Uber was right.
You're a liar.
[Griselda] Dixon.
Rivi's going to sell the coke here,
in stages, so we don't alert the Ochoas.
Then we'll have enough money
to go live somewhere nobody can find us.
Not the cops. Not the Ochoas. No one.
What about Dario and Michael?
I have an idea where they are.
I'm going to do my best to convince them
to join us, but if they can't, so be it.
[sighs]
Dixon.
You're right.
I haven't always been honest with you.
But I want to change that right now.
There's something I meant to give you
after Dario's party, but...
[chuckles softly]
I had these made from my necklace.
So we can each wear one and feel close.
Ozzy.
[solemn music playing]
Dixon.
Uber.
I have one too.
And one for Michael.
Thank you, Mom.
[dramatic emotional music playing]
[boys shouting indistinctly]
[imperceptible]
[ringing]
- [in English] Hello?
- [Griselda] Carolina.
[in Spanish] It's Griselda.
Can I please speak with Dario?
I told you, Griselda. Dario's not here.
I know he's there.
Please tell Michael I love him.
Please, stop calling.
[man speaking Spanish on TV]
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
[in English] Hey.
[in Spanish] You okay?
Dario doesn't want to talk to me.
[Rivi sighs]
This will make you feel better.
[intriguing music playing]
I sold the first batch.
[Griselda] I have a plan.
[exhales]
[foreboding music playing]
[sobbing]
Son of a bitch.
[wailing]
[Hiram] Rafa.
You okay?
[sobbing]
What do you want?
Got word she sold
some of the coke out in Los Angeles.
[grunts]
[panting]
Los Angeles?
Yes, sir. She's in a motel in Long Beach.
Then let's go to f*cking Los Angeles.
Let's go to Los Angeles.
[ominous music playing]
[pager beeping]
[line ringing]
- [man] Hello.
- It's me.
Rafa is in LA.
He's on his way to the motel.
You better f*cking move.
- [in English] A roll of quarters, please.
- Are you a customer?
Uh...
We're only allowed
to give change to bank customers.
Give me a roll of quarters, please.
I need to make a very important call.
I'm sorry, I can't.
Next, please.
Look, do we have a problem?
[tense music playing]
- Jesus.
- Give me a roll of f*cking quarters. Eh?
Thank you.
[gasps]
[telephone ringing]
[in Spanish] Keep playing.
[Ozzy and Uber laughing]
- Hello?
- Griselda, Rafa's on his way there.
Okay.
You know what to do.
Wait.
I know the boys are there, so just listen.
I have this feeling that in a past life,
you and I were lovers. [chuckles]
[chuckles]
[solemn music playing]
Goodbye, Rivi.
Goodbye...
Griselda Blanco.
[laughing]
That was Rivi.
He wants us to meet him
for dinner, but I'm tired.
Why don't you take a cab?
Ah.
- [Dixon chuckles]
- [Ozzy speaks indistinctly]
Later, later.
You don't want to come?
No, I want to try Dario again,
he might pick up.
[emotional music playing]
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Come here. [chuckles]
[door opens]
[engines revving]
[tense music playing]
Are we almost at the motel?
[man] Yes, sir.
[engine revs]
[desolate instrumental music playing]
[tires screeching]
[helicopter hovering]
[car door closes]
Griselda Blanco?
[in English] You're under arrest.
Put your hands behind your back.
[police siren wailing]
[handcuffs clicking]
[dramatic orchestral music playing]
[in Spanish]
Bitch called the cops on herself.
[groans in anger]
f*ck!
[in English] It was a play, Al.
This whole f*cking thing.
She knows all we've got on her
are these bullshit drug charges.
She'll do five years with good behavior,
protected from the cartel,
and she'll walk out clean.
No.
No, she's not getting away with this.
June.
I think she already did.
[man] As for these charges
against Ms. Blanco,
two counts of felony possession
with intent to distribute,
Ms. Blanco is willing to plead guilty.
But as you know,
the entire Medellín cartel wants her head.
If you hadn't shown up
when you did, she would be dead.
So, in exchange for her plea,
we're asking that you place her
in protective custody at all times.
Let me run it up the chain.
[sighing] But it sounds reasonable.
[indistinct chatter]
[Griselda exhales]
I have something for you.
[briefcase unlocking]
I'll let you know
when the deal comes through.
WE'LL BE WAITING...
WITH LOVE,
YOUR CHILDREN
[solemn music plays]
[clock ticking]
She is in jail.
What are you getting at?
Just that putting her there is our job.
Maybe we just call it a day, huh?
And let her win?
Al, every day, I come home
and I sit on that f*cking couch
in front of that TV,
trying to calm down,
thinking of ways to stop this woman.
[sighs]
[scoffs]
All right.
[sighs]
Try to get some sleep.
Al. Wait.
[pensive music playing]
She's still a mother, Al.
She wouldn't leave
without someone else to protect her kids.
Rivi.
What are you thinking?
Her youngest, Ozzy.
He isn't an adult yet.
Means that we could put
an APB on him for kidnapping,
which puts Rivi in the federal system
and moves him
to the top of every pile nationwide.
So if he gets so much
as a parking ticket...
We'll know right where he is.
And if we get Rivi, we could
still get her for the murders, Al.
[canned laughter on TV]
[woman on TV] Come on in the house, dear,
- before the neighbors see you.
- [Rivi laughs]
[man 1 on TV] Come here.
Quick. Take a look at...
[man 2] Oh, hi, Dave.
- [pager beeping]
- [man 1] Holy smoke. How did that happen?
[man 2] Apparently, you folks
don't approve of my new hairstyle.
[man 1] Why did you do it?
[in Spanish] Uber. Stir this for me.
I gotta go make a call.
[chuckling] I thought
we weren't calling anyone.
We aren't calling our f*cking girlfriends.
You hear me?
- [keys jangle]
- This is business.
[sitcom continues indistinctly on TV]
So what?
Now we go from motel
to motel with that psycho?
Gotta stick to the plan.
Well, I can't eat any more of this sh*t.
[Dixon sighs]
They got nothing real on Mom.
That is the point.
This is how we keep it that way.
[anchorman in English] We interrupt
this program to bring you...
[in Spanish] Hey. Look. That's me.
[anchorman in English]
The police are asking for your help
in finding a kidnapped ten-year-old boy
and the man who police claimed took him.
Osvaldo Blanco is believed
to be traveling with this man, Rivi Ayala.
Ayala is alleged to have robbed
a bank in Los Angeles a few days ago
and is to be considered
armed and dangerous.
Anyone with information about
Ayala's whereabouts is being advised...
[tense music playing]
[door alarm buzzes]
[metal door slams]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[DEA agent clears throat]
The DA signed my deal?
Something came up.
Come with me.
Take a look.
[tense music playing]
[imperceptible]
[clicks tongue]
Rivi is a hard man to find.
A security cam caught him
robbing a bank a few days ago.
And the teller said that it was
for a roll of quarters to make a call.
Can you believe that?
It's a good thing the teller had
the peace of mind to get the plates.
So, when Miami PD
put out an APB, I got a hit.
And, hell, they'll find you anywhere
if they think you've got someone's kid.
Even yours.
Miami PD can place him
at the Castro boy's m*rder
along with a couple of others
so we offered him a deal.
Tell us everything about you...
or face the death penalty.
What do you think your boy chose?
[door opens]
[door closes]
Griselda.
- [in Spanish] My boys.
- They're fine.
On their way to Chicago
with everything they need.
Thought we were lovers in a past life.
Doesn't mean
I'm dying for you in this one.
[Rivi laughs]
[in English] Miami PD is taking you back.
You're all theirs now.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
Ms. Blanco. I'm Detective Hawkins.
This is Detective Singleton.
Let's get you back to Miami, shall we?
I know you miss it.
[helicopter hovering]
[slow dramatic music playing]
[officer over radio]
ETA, 45 minutes to LAX.
[sirens wailing]
[June] Going to jail
to save yourself from the cartel.
It was clever.
I did it for my sons.
Yeah, I'm sure you're mother of the year.
It bothers you, doesn't it?
After you b*at all those men,
some bitch caught you.
You've thought
about me a lot, haven't you?
About catching me.
About how it will give meaning
to your shitty, little life.
I haven't thought about you once.
This is my job, Ms. Blanco.
Nothing more.
You should know the DA
is gonna pursue the death penalty for you,
for what you've done.
[intense music playing]
[echoing] Ms. Blanco.
- [normally] Hey, you hear me?
- [shudders]
[Griselda] I'm gonna be sick.
Stop the car.
Please.
Stop the f*cking car.
Charlie.
Stop the car.
[tires screech]
[coughs, spits]
[gasps]
[pensive music playing]
[sighs]
Let's get them back in the cars.
Get back in the car.
[helicopter hovering]
Everybody get back in the car.
["Jericho" playing]
♪ Whoa, Joshua fit the battle of Jericho ♪
♪ Jericho... ♪
Let's go.
[engine starts]
[sirens wailing]
♪ The walls come tumblin' down
Well, well, well ♪
♪ Joshua fit the battle of Jericho ♪
♪ Jericho, Jericho ♪
♪ Joshua fit the battle of Jericho ♪
♪ And the walls come tumblin' down ♪
♪ You may talk about
Your bonds of Gideon ♪
♪ Talk about your men of woe ♪
♪ But there're none like good old Joshua ♪
♪ On the walls of Jericho
Well, well, well ♪
♪ Joshua fit the battle of Jericho ♪
♪ Jericho, well, Jericho ♪
♪ Joshua fit the battle of Jericho ♪
♪ Y'know, the walls come tumblin' down
Well, well, well, ♪
♪ Good ol' good ol' Jericho... ♪
[Rivi] That's correct.
And Griselda Blanco
ordered you to k*ll those people?
Yes.
She did.
[attorney] Okay.
[DA] Let's go back to the moment
when she ordered you
to k*ll Chucho Castro.
I lick your lips.
[breathing heavily]
And then I take your beautiful breast
in my mouth.
[woman moaning]
[Rivi] I run my tongue around your nipple.
[woman moaning]
- Yes.
- Again.
And again.
- And then, I'll slip inside you...
- [woman continues moaning]
...and f*ck you...
- Oh, my God. I love your accent.
- ...slowly...
...deeply.
Do you feel me now?
[breathing heavily] I feel you. Yes.
I give you a little bit more.
- [moaning]
- More. More. A little harder. Harder.
And harder.
[grunting]
[moaning]
Oh, my f*cking God, Janice.
What is going on here?
- [line buzzing]
- [sighs in satisfaction]
[indistinct chatter]
[man] You're not gonna believe this.
So, Rivi was having phone sex
with the DA's assistant.
- What?
- I know.
He's their star witness.
And they made this woman his handler
so he could call her whenever he wanted.
One thing leads to another,
these two start having phone sex.
She doesn't even realize
they're being recorded.
And it's about to go public.
Which means Rivi is no longer
a strong witness against you.
I have no idea
what he was thinking, but, Griselda,
he just imploded their entire case.
[intriguing music playing]
Griselda?
[sighs] Rodney. What did they offer?
Eight years.
Tell them I'm doing seven.
You got it.
Oh, and, uh, I have a message for you.
From Rivi.
- [in Spanish] "You're welcome."
- [chuckles softly]
["Have Love, Will Travel" playing]
[June in English]
A f*cking phone sex scandal.
After all that, we lose because
some secretary got bored with her husband.
Gotta hand it to Rivi.
Makes her whole case, then blows it up.
Yeah, f*cking men.
Hey, don't throw me in with Rivi Ayala
just because we both piss standing up.
[sighs]
Look. Hey, June, I get it.
Probably be thinking
about this case for a long time.
But seven years? Better than nothing.
After all the people that she m*rder*d?
Throw in six years
for her drug plea, she's in for 13 years.
Our job is to catch them, and we did that.
For a long time,
Griselda Blanco can't do sh*t to anyone.
[sighs]
Well, I'm sure she'll find a way.
[in Spanish] Here you go.
- Oh, your napkin. Your napkin.
- [knocking at door]
[suspenseful music playing]
I'll go.
[in English] Okay.
[in Spanish] Don't play with your food.
Listen to Daddy.
[Michael] Dad!
- [objects clattering]
- [glass shatters]
[Dario's mom] Dario!
They took Michael! Dario!
- [Dario] Are you okay?
- Yes.
- [g*nsh*t]
- [Dario's mom shrieks, whimpers]
- [g*nsh*t]
- [Dario's mom breathing heavily]
Dario?
["El Niño Canibal" playing]
[door buzzes, opens]
My boys.
How are you, Mom?
So much better now.
[Dixon] We have
a surprise for you. [chuckles]
Say hello.
- Hi, Mommy.
- My baby.
I missed you so much.
One of Dario's friends
brought him from Colombia.
Dario had to go somewhere for work.
He couldn't take care of him anymore.
He wanted him to be with us.
I'm so happy.
When I'm out, we'll all be a family again.
[song continues]
Tell Mommy you miss her.
- I miss you, Mommy.
- [all laughing]
[song ends]
[wistful music playing]
[June in English] g*n.
Purse.
There you go.
Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
[typewriter clacking]
[telephone ringing]
[door closes]
[Griselda] What do you want?
Have a seat, please.
You finally found a m*rder
to charge me with?
I'm not a detective now.
I took a desk job.
It was too much for you?
[chuckles]
No. I wanted more time
with my son and my husband.
Hmm.
What do you want?
Ms. Blanco.
Your sons were att*cked.
Dixon was sh*t
while he was walking to his car.
And Ozzy was in a crowded nightclub.
[softly] Are they...
[June] They're dead.
[voice shaking] Uber?
[melancholy music playing]
[June] Uber was sh*t in Colombia
while he was making a drug deal.
[object jangling]
He was holding this when he d*ed.
[softly] Who did this?
[June] We're not sure.
We imagine that they were waiting
until your time here was almost done
so that this could be
as painful as possible.
I'm sorry.
There's other news.
Your youngest son, Michael Corleone.
He's still alive.
And he's with Dario's mom in Medellín.
[breath trembling]
[melancholy music continues]
[door slams]
[gate buzzes]
[sighs]
[pensive music playing]
[boys laughing]
[Uber, echoing] Mom.
[laughter echoing]
[seagull squawks]
["Who Knows" playing]
♪ Who knows what tomorrow will bring ♪
♪ Maybe sunshine and maybe rain ♪
♪ But as for me I'll wait and see ♪
♪ And maybe it'll bring my love to me ♪
♪ Who knows, who knows ♪
♪ Who knows it better than I ♪
♪ That it's she who's keeping me alive ♪
♪ Keeping the little girl as my goal ♪
♪ Makes my life worth living you know ♪
♪ Another day, another day ♪
♪ Just another day ♪
♪ I wanna live ♪
♪ To share the love
That only she can give ♪
♪ And if she don't come on home ♪
♪ I pray the Lord will help me carry on ♪
♪ Another day, another day ♪
♪ Just another day ♪
♪ Oh Lord ♪
♪ Another day, another day ♪
♪ Just another day ♪
♪ I wanna live ♪
♪ To share the love
That only she can give ♪
♪ And if she don't come on home ♪
♪ I pray the Lord will help me carry on ♪
♪ Another day, another day ♪
♪ Just another day ♪
♪ Oh Lord ♪