01x07 - Estela

[bunniefuu]

[engines revving]

[both screaming]

Mi amor... [continues
in Spanish]

This was just a warning.

If he wanted them
dead, they'd be dead.

- Why are you so f*cking calm?
- There'll be time for w*r,

but right now we need peace.

We lost Mom in Cuba.

I just wish she were here.

Marisol could never replace
your mother, but she loves you.

[in Spanish]

Both of you esteemed gentlemen
need to come to some terms,

stop the g*dd*mn violence.

[Henao in Spanish]

[Ray in Spanish]

You know the banker Ray Dorado?

- Mm-hmm.
- I believe either he

or one of his clients
had my sister m*rder*d.

We've got marked
transfers from your bank.

Smurfs coming from
the Cayman Islands.

- Where's that money coming from?
- It's f*cking coming from Cuba.

It's Castro's money.

[Landon] One day we will
free the people of Cuba

from the stranglehold
of Fidel Castro!

He lies to all these people
about taking Cuba back

when he's helping
Fidel get stronger.

But let's just say... he
no longer gets my vote.

Congressman.

[expl*si*n]

[gasps]

[dramatic music playing]

♪

- [g*nshots]
- Estela.

[panting]

You screamed her name again.

It's just dreams. [in Spanish]

You have nightmares
in your sleep.

Mine is when I wake up.

Roman, we should go
to my parents' house

in New Jersey.

It's not safe for me
or Valeria anymore.

But don't tell me what the
f*ck to do with my daughter.

Fine.

[in Spanish]

I'm over it.

[footsteps depart]

[Andrew over phone] Hello?

Andrew, it's me.

I'm so sorry. I don't
even know what to say.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

[Valeria] Is there
anything I can do?

No.

I wish I could see you.

[Andrew] You know, they
said it was a Cuban

who k*lled my father.

Who knows? Maybe
it was your uncle.

N-No.

They said on the news that it
was a pro-Castro t*rror1st.

My padrino hates Castro.

Why was it my father?

'Cause he was trying to
help your stupid uncle

take his stupid homeland back.

What can I do?

What can I say?

You can stay away from me.

[gasps]

His car was blown up in
what authorities are saying

may have been an act
of political terrorism

as he left a
Republican fundraiser

at Miami's famous
Mutiny Club and Hotel.

Authorities are investigating

whether his unwavering
opposition to the Castro regime

may have played a role in...

[Nestor] No, it was his
partnership with Castro...

[chuckling] that
caused his death.

If I'd known you were
going to do this,

I never would have told you
Landon was in bed with Fidel.

Well, I'm glad you did.

That deal that was
made to guarantee

our family's safety is f*cked.

Are you even questioning this?

[in Spanish]

You crossed the f*cking line!

I helped Byron
Landon get elected

off the backs of Cubans
exiled and tortured by Castro.

And this m*therf*cker is helping
him and using me to do it?

No. Don't forget where
we come from, brother,

what we've been through.

I know where the
f*ck I come from.

And no one hates
Castro more than me.

Well, then f*cking act like it.

We had a plan

that would have ended
w*r con los colombianos.

That was first priority.

They can't land
the f*cking dope!

What's wrong with you?
That makes them weak.

And in this business,
the weak suffer and die.

And a f*cking cornered
animal lashes out.

So, what if Henao finds
out you m*rder*d Landon?

The next time they
machine g*n our families,

they won't be aiming
above their heads.

I make the f*cking decisions
here, brother, okay?

I'm the boss. You don't like
it, you can f*cking leave.

[theme song playing]

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- [laughs]

- ♪ You ready for more? ♪
- Whoo!

♪ I got it ♪

- ♪ Erotic ♪
- ♪ Yes ♪

- ♪ Exotic, you got it ♪
- ♪ You got it ♪

- ♪ The yayo ♪
- ♪ The yayo ♪

- ♪ Perico ♪
- ♪ Perico ♪

- ♪ Polvo blanco ♪
- ♪ Polvo blanco ♪

♪ You ready for more? ♪

♪ Curious, furious,
Sensual, chemical ♪

♪ Mysterious, delirious ♪

♪ Baby, why so serious? ♪

♪ It ain't what it seems ♪

♪ Your secret's safe with me ♪

♪ Curious, furious ♪

♪ Sensual, chemical ♪

♪ Mysterious, delirious ♪

♪ Baby, why so serious? ♪

♪ It ain't what it seems ♪

♪ Your secret's safe with me ♪

♪

♪ I got it ♪

- ♪ Erotic ♪
- ♪ Yes ♪

♪ Exotic ♪

- ♪ You got it ♪
- ♪ You got it ♪

- ♪ The yayo ♪
- ♪ The yayo ♪

- ♪ Perico ♪
- ♪ Perico ♪

- ♪ Polvo blanco ♪
- ♪ Polvo blanco ♪

♪ You know where we at ♪

♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪

♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪

♪ Might just blow your brain ♪

♪ Might just maintain ♪

- ♪ Might just do the thing ♪
- Whoo!

♪ You know where we
at, Hotel Cocaine ♪

♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪

♪ Are you ready for more? ♪

♪ Ready for more? ♪

[seagull squawks,
boat horn blows]

[in Spanish]

Ah...

[Yolanda, in Spanish]

Henao...

[groans]

[breath trembling]

Our agents are all over Miami

looking for
pro-Castro t*rrorists.

It's a waste of time.

That has nothing to do with
the congressman's death.

What are you talking about?

[Zulio] This had nothing
to do with politics.

It had to do with cocaine.

Landon was arranging a drop
spot with the Colombians.

The guy was up to his
a*s in corruption.

[man] Can you prove that?

- Who is he?
- Uh, Dominic,

this is Peter Cunningham
from Washington.

Now, he's been sent by
the Department of Justice

to oversee our investigation.

So, you were suggesting
that the congressman

had something to
do with cocaine?

Yes, sir.

But you have no evidence.

No hard evidence, but he
was involved for sure.

I have credible information to
that end through Ray Dorado,

the president of the
Orange Grove Bank.

[Peter] This
investigation is now run

by the Department of Justice.

The Landon case is no longer
under your jurisdiction.

Who the f*ck is
this pencil pusher?

I've been on this
case for months.

You're gonna just
let him take it?

Dom, it's above our heads.

A U.S. Congressman
just got blown up

under your g*dd*mn nose.

Washington is calling the
shots from here on in.

I get it.

A dirty congressman is a bad
look for you politicians.

I don't give a sh*t what
you have to say, Zulio.

It's above your pay grade.

Just stay the f*ck away.

What about busting
six tons of cocaine

that's about to hit Miami?

Do you know where and
when it is coming in?

Well, I'm gonna go talk

to my confidential informant
in an hour and get the skinny.

And if we play our cards right,

it might be the biggest
bust in U.S. history.

What is the name
of this informant?

And what leverage
have you got on him?

His name is Roman Compte,

and if he screws me,
he loses his daughter.

I'd say that's the best
kind of leverage there is.

[Peter] You got one
day to bust that coke.

[rock music playing
through headphones]

[Marisol] Mind if
we talk for a sec?

About what?

I'm going home...

to my home with my
parents in New Jersey.

What about Dad?

He's staying.

I want you to come
with me but...

your father refuses
to even consider it.

Are you guys separating?

For now, yes.

[sighs]

Is Dad a drug dealer?

[Marisol] Your father is
a good man, sweetheart.

But he's in a
difficult situation.

He's working with
law enforcement

to put your uncle in jail.

What?

[Marisol] The DEA
forced him into it.

Put us in the middle of it.

It's dangerous.

I can't force you
to come with me.

But if you want, I'll take you.

[gasps]

I could never leave Dad.

[in Spanish]

[gasps]

[crying]

[seagulls calling]

[Zulio] Roman!

What the f*ck is going on?

The coke deal's off
now that Landon's dead.

Yeah, well, who do
you think did that?

Like the news
says, Cuban agents.

That's horseshit,
and you know it.

Landon was practically
sucking Castro's c*ck.

Which made him an
open target in Miami.

Is that right?

I know about your
past, you and Nestor's.

Nestor found out about
the Cuban connection.

He's not stupid.
Nestor hates Castro,

but he's a businessman.
He'd rather have the coke.

Well, that's good, 'cause I need
you to get this deal back on.

- It's impossible. Nestor's out.
- Then get him back in.

There's no way he's
gonna risk life in prison

without the protection
of that congressman.

Your brother's a hothead,

and I'm pretty sure
he k*lled Landon,

which means you told him.
- f*ck you.

Well, maybe you did it together.

You both lost a lot in Cuba.

Which makes everyone in Miami
a suspect, m*therf*cker.

I'm gonna need you to
get this deal back on,

or I'm gonna be forced to
use that incriminating tape

you made in his home.

I'll put him away for a decade.

Look, even if I could, the
Colombians are spooked.

How are you gonna get
them back to the table?

You worry about Nestor.
I'll handle the Colombians.

Got it? [sighs]

[police radio chatter]

[Janice] The cops are here.
They're interviewing everyone.

No, I'd stay home.

I know. No, don't come
in. I'll call you. Okay?

- I'll let you know.
- [receiver clatters]

Closed, for the
foreseeable future.

- But why?
- It's bullshit.

I have to wait until the f*cking
fuzz finishes interviewing

every single person that
works here. Like what?

Uh, Manny the chef blew
up the congressman?

Hey, f*ck face.

I'm calling in my loan.

All $2.7 million.

Janice.

Ray, what happened
to your forehead?

I fell.

What are you talking about?
If I had that kind of money,

I wouldn't have
had to borrow it.

Well, that's not my
f*cking problem, is it?

Look around, Ray. I'm
not exactly thriving.

You look at the contract.

I have a right of rescission,
under which club closure falls.

So, I want full
repayment... [drums fingers]

today. I'll be in my room.

[Burton] Oh, you'll
be in your room?

Hey, while you're there, how
about you go f*ck yourself?

Fine. I'll own this place.

And by the end of the month,
I'll put it up for auction.

So, either way, Burton,
you can go f*ck yourself.

I have hatred. I
am feeling genuine,

murderous hatred for
another human being.

I am so f*cked.

Where am I gonna get
that kind of money?

[engine turns off] Slow
night, Señor Compte.

[sighs] No sh*t.

Can Ray really do
this to me, Roman?

According to the contract, yes.

No-good, two-faced, shady
banker, piece of sh*t.

You were right about him.

You're always right. I
should have listened.

Roman, something wrong?

I just had a thought.

Look, there may be a way I
can get you the $2.7 million.

[scoffs] That you can?

I remember you talking
about a few hundred acres

your family owns
near the Everglades.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's mostly mangrove swamps
and a sugarcane field.

My dad has more real estate
than he does time to develop it.

I need to find a place
where there's no police,

no coast guard, no
aerial surveillance,

that's secure and private.

I don't know if I like
the sound of this.

Uh... [chuckles] What
do you need it for?

My brother is Nestor Cabal.

Nestor Cabal?

The Nestor Cabal,
the coke kingpin?

Are you f*cking kidding me?

We were estranged
for many years.

Uh, Janice, did you know this?

Yeah.

Wow. Okay, guys. [scoffs]

Roman, how could you not
have shared that with me?

I'm a little hurt.
Not to mention

I've been paying retail for
my blow all these years.

Look, Burton, it wasn't
relevant till now.

Nestor needs a place to
drop six tons of product,

for which I'm sure

he will take care of
all of your loans.

But listen, uh, I don't know.

I want you to think
about it first.

This could help both of
us, but it's dangerous.

[Ray sniffling]

[snorts]

[pounding on door]

[Ray sniffles] Is
that you, Burton?

f*cking prick.

[chuckles]

- [door closes]
- Oh, don't worry.

I'm not gonna bust
you over half a gram

and, uh, this.

You going somewhere?

You're f*cking right I am.
I'm getting out of town.

I didn't say you could do that.

I didn't ask.

[Zulio] What happened
to your forehead?

Those Colombian f*ck
tried to carve me up.

They're gonna f*cking k*ll me.

Calm down. You're
their money, man.

- You're safe.
- Yeah, like f*ck I am.

Look, I'm sorry, but I'm out.

Besides, there is no coke
deal anymore. It's off!

And I swear to f*cking
God, if you touch me,

I am gonna sue your a*s

for as*ault and
battery, m*therf*cker.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, let me help
strengthen your case.

[grunts]

What the f*ck do
you want from me?

Your Colombian pals
needed Congressman Landon

to get their coke.

I wanna know what they're
doing now that he's dead.

- I don't f*cking know.
- Find out!

[grunts] You don't get
it. You don't understand.

I mean, the only way I even
made it out of there alive

was because I managed
to convince those f*ck

that I had someone
to replace Landon.

I don't have anybody.

[scoffs]

Tell the Colombians
you found something

even better than a
dirty politician.

And who is that?

A dirty cop.

You did what many thought
impossible... [speaks Spanish]

What's that?

You shut down The Mutiny.

[indistinct chatter]

Ladies, please give us a minute.

- [woman] Hi, Roman.
- Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

[Nestor] I was surprised
to hear from you.

I think I found a new landing
spot for the shipment.

I told you I was not interested

in anything that would
enrich Fidel Castro.

Coño. Me neither. Do you
really wanna f*ck Fidel?

I say we land the product,
steal it, and get rid of it.

Henao and Yolanda. [in Spanish]

What part of "Don't
quit your day job"

didn't you understand?
- Coño. You trusted my gut

when I warned you about
their plot to k*ll you.

Why can't you trust me now?

Or are you afraid I'm
as good at this as you?

What's your proposal?

I want you to meet
my boss. He's a man

I've known for eight years,
who I trust like family.

It may be loco, but
please hear him out.

My father bought
these acres years ago.

As I was explaining to Roman,

most of it remains
undeveloped swampland.

Swampland is useless to me.

Sí, yo sé, yo sé.

Alligators, uncertain terrain.

Possibility of water
damage to the product.

Yo sé. That's why
I'm thinking...

the sugarcane
fields, right here.

About 700 acres.

What type of security
do you have there?

I mean, basically none.

Private security, all of
whom I can call off at will.

And the st*lks
are still growing.

So no cane harvesters will be
near this property for months.

We're dropping tons.

My concern is law
enforcement flyovers.

Yep, yep, yep. Nobody
owns public airspace.

But my father is a
very secretive man.

I mean, paranoid, actually.
It was a problem growing up.

But he has used his
contacts at the FAA

to direct air traffic
away from his property,

both commercial and military.

Señor Cabal, you could drop
a f*cking nuclear b*mb there,

and nobody would be the wiser.

I'm gonna think about it.

Okay, okay. And, sir,
may I just assure you

of the strictest
confidentiality?

I mean... [in Spanish]

That's the unspoken code
with this type of endeavor,

and I accept those
terms. You have my word.

I am neither a
squealer nor a rat.

Thank you, Burton.

Yep. Okay. Thank
you, gentlemen.

[footsteps depart, door opens]

[door closes]

[brakes squeal,
engines turn off]

You have to admit,

the Greenberg property is
even better than Landon's.

I suppose you're right.

I am, trust me.

Let's do it. Teach
Castro a lesson.

[music playing over
speakers, door opens]

Alejandra...

[in Spanish]

Nestor...

[tense music playing]

[Henao, in Spanish]

Si.

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

♪

[g*nshots]

[Nestor] Are you a liar?

Or is my wife?

She says you're working
with the f*cking cops.

You have three seconds, brother.

- Three, two, one.
- But they...

They threatened to
take Valeria away.

I had no choice.

- [Nestor] f*ck you!
- [grunts]

f*ck you!

You f*cking betrayed
me, brother.

I protected you.

I prevented you
from being arrested.

I saved your f*cking life.

Because of me, the DEA wants
los colombianos, not you.

I should sh**t you right
between the f*cking eyes.

[in Spanish]

But I sacrificed my safety

and that of my family
to protect you.

Your own g*dd*mn choices in life
brought this on you, not me.

So, f*ck you. Go
ahead and sh**t.

Do it.

[breathing heavily]

[g*n clicks]

[continues breathing heavily]

How could I ever trust
you again, brother?

I don't give a f*ck if
you trust me or not.

Let's go through with the plan,

even if the DEA takes the coke.

We're still f*cking Fidel.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Zulio] Yeah.

See, the key to our success

is the Colombians
buying my identity.

That's insane.

They're gonna k*ll you and me
the minute they smell a rat.

Which is why I had the
geniuses at our lab

create these images...

me doing blow with
the congressman

and exchanging bribes,
coded telegrams,

so that it looks like
we're in cahoots.

Nah, f*ck that.

I'm not gonna risk it.

[scoffs] Hey, f*ck,
you don't have a choice.

I do, as a matter of fact, I
would much rather go to jail.

- Was that right?
- Yeah. Take me to f*cking jail.

- I'm not doing this sh*t.
- Funny you should mention that.

I just got some intel

on the m*rder of
Constance Greenberg.

You know, the... the sister
of the owner of this hotel.

It turns out, the
Colombians... they popped her,

which makes you an
accessory to m*rder.

I can book you on
that right now,

or you can have one
last shot at freedom.

Up to you, f*ck.

[footsteps approach]

[Janice] Hey.

Hey.

How you doing?

Janice, look, I know this
deal is gonna save my hotel,

but can I trust
this Nestor Cabal?

I'm not even sure
you can trust Roman.

What are you talking about?

He's changing.

And not for the better.

I'm worried he is going
to get you both k*lled.

[Zulio] I've
provided protection

for at least a dozen
cocaine shipments.

So, Congressman Landon paid you?

Twenty five percent
of everything he got.

Oof, that's a hefty price.

It was worth it. I kept
the cops off his a*s.

It's what I do.

You must be a man
of great influence.

[Zulio] Well,
Peter Cunningham...

he's in the
Department of Justice,

and he answers to the president.

Also happens to be a
close personal friend.

So, if I need
something, I get it.

You know, back in my country,

I have a lot of
cops on my payroll,

and they do all sorts
of things for me.

But there is something
about cops here

in the United States that
is different, right, love?

[speaking in Spanish]

Yeah? What's that?

Well, for example, you know,
if a cop is undercover here,

there are certain crimes
that he cannot commit.

Like m*rder.

- Yep.
- No?

- So...
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

There's no need for that.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'm not gonna sh**t you.

You're gonna sh**t him.

What the f*ck are
you talking about?

He's your f*cking banker.

Corrupt bankers are easier
to find than corrupt cops.

Uh... You know what? f*ck this.

You don't want my
help, I'm outta here.

Jesus. Really?

[scoffs]

[Ray] Henao, you've
got to listen to me.

I'm not gonna k*ll anyone.

All right, then you're
both going to die.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- [Zulio] What? No.

You're not listening to
me. You can't k*ll me.

Without me here in this country,

you know very well
you're nothing.

They see you as some other
immigrant coffee bean farmer.

You need me. I am
the legitimate face

of all of your
f*cking enterprises.

What the f*ck are you
gonna do without me?

Without me, how are
you going to launder

all that money coming in?

Ray Dorado is not gonna
die from you, m*therf*cker.

If there's anybody here
that you gonna f*cking k*ll,

it's not me. It's
this f*cking guy.

This f*cking...

[thud]

- You satisfied?
- [Yolanda chuckles]

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

[Andrew] Val, it's me.

Hi, Andrew.

Look, I'm really sorry
about what I said.

Blaming your family,
blaming all Cubans...

it was out of line.

I understand. You're upset.

I can't imagine what
you're going through.

Yeah, but that's not an excuse.

I want to see you.

You're, like, the one person
I want to be around right now.

Me, too.

Okay, uh... can you meet
me at the restaurant

near the marina tonight?

[sighs] I'll have my
stupid guards with me.

[Andrew] Yeah, I don't care.

I miss you.

[Valeria] I'll be there.

[Andrew] Thanks, Valeria.
I'll see you soon.

[in Spanish]

[Zulio] What the f*ck is this?

[scoffs] Well, you're just
full of surprises today.

Agent Zulio, I'd like
you to meet Nestor Cabal.

Yeah, I wish I could
say it's a pleasure.

Likewise. My brother tells
me you're the m*therf*cker

that blackmailed
him to spy on me.

The f*ck you trying
to pull here, Roman?

- I should bring you both in.
- We have a new landing spot.

We can make a deal.

Where?

First, immunity for my brother
and me in writing by a judge.

- Then we'll tell you everything.
- Plus, a guarantee

that Henao and Yolanda
are tried in the U.S.

and incarcerated
in a U.S. prison,

not extradited to Colombia,

where they can buy
their way out of a jail.

[chuckles] Uh-huh.

You two are setting the
f*cking terms now, huh?

Are you out of your
f*cking mind? No way.

Then you get nothing.

[in Spanish]

Ah, stop.

Okay, fine.

- I'll work on his immunity.
- [Roman] In writing.

One problem, though.

My meeting with the Colombians
didn't exactly go as planned.

As a matter of fact, it
was a little f*cked up.

Don't worry.

I can get 'em back to the table.

[Zulio] Uh-huh, how
are you gonna do that?

I may have an in.

[engine revving]

I'm sorry, ma'am,
the club is closed.

I was invited by Roman Compte.

[footsteps approaching]

Drinking alone?

Not if you join me.

Marisol left me.

Oh...

An argument?

She didn't have my back.

She's not like you.

No matter what happens,
I know I can trust you,

confide in you, but...

Marisol's not like that.

Maybe she wanted something
more from the relationship.

The problem is, I never
stopped loving Estela,

but she's dead.

So...

Well, maybe the truth is
I'll just never love again.

I know exactly how you feel.

[footsteps approach]

Boo!

Hello, Roman.

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

Excuse us.

Oh. Ay.

[footsteps depart]

So...

the club's closed.

I guess you didn't
invite me here to dance.

We could still dance.

Without music?

We can make our own.

I like that.

And I like your office.

[Roman] No one's
ever said that.

Oh...

[Roman] Leave that.

Who's this pretty girl?

Ooh!

- Is she your daughter?
- Yes. Give me that.

[in Spanish]

- Let me have that.
- [in Spanish]

Valeria.

[whispers] Valeria.

[chuckles] Beautiful name.

[Roman] I have a new landing
spot for the product.

Oh. You're all business.

I was hoping this was a
different kind of meeting.

Well, business can
wait till after.

After what, Roman?

[Roman grunting]

[Roman breathing heavily]

[both panting]

[grunting continues]

[both moaning]

[both panting]

So...

What were you telling me?

We'll do business
together again.

You tell me.

We're in.

I'll bring Henao here tonight.

[door opens]

[motor droning]

[seabirds calling]

[in Spanish]

Hmm?

Hey, hey, great news.

My CI is gonna give us the
location of the new drop spot.

All we got to do is give
him an immunity agreement.

That's impressive. Really,
really, really impressive.

Yeah, I can see you two are
jumping up and down for joy.

What the f*ck is going on here?

[clears throat] Miami PD just
found him in a dumpster...

the former owner of
the Orange Grove Bank,

Ray Dorado.

I believe he was your contact.

It's too bad. Want
me to look into it?

No. I would like you to
meet Agents Warren and Lash.

They'll be taking over
your case. I'm sorry, Dom.

What are you talking about?
Did you not just hear me?

My CI knows the
location of the drop.

[Peter] Mm-hmm. Now,
as far as your CI goes,

uh, Roman Compte?

I've been told that if we bring
in his daughter, he'll talk.

So, that's exactly what
Warren and Lash are gonna do.

[Zulio] Those rookies
don't know this case.

You can't do this.

Watch me.

[indistinct chatter]

[Valeria] You haven't
had your cheesecake.

Yeah, I haven't had much
of an appetite lately.

I can imagine. I just
wanna say I'm really sorry.

Yeah, me, too.

It's really good to see you.

No, it's really good to see you.

It sucks that you're
leaving, though.

Yeah. I wish you
were coming with me.

Really?

Me, too.

Do you want to?

Yeah.

Okay, then let's do it.

Let's get out of Florida,
go see the country.

And you know, go... go
see the rest of the world,

just me and you.

[Latin music playing
in background]

I'd love to,

but my bodyguards are up front.

I'm under constant watch.

They'll never let me leave.

[indistinct conversation]

[Nestor] What did you think
of the Greenberg property?

The sugarcane fields?

We checked 'em.
Should be all right.

- So we have a deal?
- I think we have one.

Well, last time we
made an agreement,

things didn't go very well.

So now it's going
to be different.

No. The terms are the
same, or there's no deal.

No terms. We need insurance.

[car approaching]

[brakes squeal]

[Lash] Put your g*ns out!
Hands where I can see 'em!

What kind of insurance?

Valeria.

[Lash] We're here
for Valeria Compte.

[g*nshots]

[patrons screaming]

[g*nshots, screaming continue]

[somber music playing]