02x03 - Un Pacto Con El Diablo

Episode transcripts for the 2016 TV show "Queen of the South". Aired June 2016 - current.*
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"Queen of the South" follows Teresa, who flees Mexico after her drug-runner boyfriend is m*rder*d. Settling in Spain, she looks to become the country's reigning drug smuggler and to avenge her lover's m*rder. Adaptation from the miniseries "La Reina del Sur".
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02x03 - Un Pacto Con El Diablo

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TERESA: Previously on Queen of the South...

(speaking Spanish)

You're not going with your father.

I don't want to be with you!

CAMILA: How many have we lost?

JAMES: All of them.

Camila needs product.

Entonces vamos a hacer un trato.

About those funds you requested, I think I may have a work-around.

Teo was a risk to both of us.

(crying)

Oh, my God.

TERESA: You left me.

Look, Epifanio, he was-- he was on his way to k*ll me.

They had to do something, okay?

-Who's "they"?

-The DEA.

TERESA: Camila finds out about the DEA, she'll k*ll you.

Guero's gonna lead us to the mother lode.

You watch.

(dramatic music)

(serene music)

♪ (kisses)

I love you.

(phone buzzing)

(kisses)

Hold on.

Epifanio needs me to do a run.

(breathes deeply)

Screw him.

-(exhales)

-Let's stay in bed all day.

This is Marbella, in la Costa del Sol de España.

It's beautiful.

You ever been?

Yeah, I flew a little hash there once from Morocco.

Never stopped thinking about this place.

Let's go right now.

(soft laugh)

-Screw Epifanio.

-Screw Epifanio.

You know how to fly.

Let's go.

That's the plan.

(sighs)

I can't do this forever.

Let's go.

Let's do it.

Let's leave Culiacán.

I'll fly you anywhere you want to go, anywhere in the world.

And maybe one day, we can get ourselves a little house on the beach.

Just drink cold sangria, make love all day in the sand.

How's that sound?

As long as I'm with you.

No.

I gots to go.

Stay.

I love you.

I love you too.

Stay.

I can't.

♪ Hey, Chino, we gotta move that coke fast, man.

You done cutting it yet?

Okay.

(speaking Spanish)

(tires squealing)

(dramatic music)

(tires screech)

LOYA: Get out!

Get out the plane.

Who the hell are you?

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Get in the car.

Move!

♪ (expl*si*n)

(tense music)

(cell phone chiming)

♪ (phone beeps)

¿Sí?

LOYA: You don't know me, Teresa.

Guero's dead.

Get out of the house now.

(phone beeps)

GUERO: Thank you.

She must be really special.

She is.

(slow country music over radio)

Epifanio blew up your plane because you were stealing from him.

Yep.

For us, Teresa.

I did it for us so we could start over.

Go to Spain like we talked about?

Drink cold sangria and make love all day in the white sand.

That's right.

It was a good plan, wasn't it?

I've been through so much.

(brooding music)

I know.

I saw your bed at the warehouse.

♪ (gentle music)

How can I make this right?

(soft dramatic music)

♪ sh*t.

LOYA: Miss Mendoza.

I'm Agent Loya.

This is Agent Finnerman.

We're with the DEA.

Hey, I didn't--hey-- -Hey-- -Don't touch me.

(tense music)

This wasn't me.

♪ (dramatic music)

(indistinct talking)

(sniffs)

FINNERMAN: He didn't set you up...

if that's what you're thinking.

We followed him.

In my experience, men are the weaker sex when it comes to matters of the heart.

What do you want?

For you to cooperate in our investigation of Camila Vargas.

Miss Mendoza, I know you're a good person in a bad situation.

And you're going to save me?

Camila Vargas is a cold-blooded criminal who uses loyalty as her currency.

Only way out is with a b*llet.

It won't even be her that pulls the trigger.

I'd wager you've already got blood on your hands for her.

If I tell you anything, what happens to me?

To Guero?

FINNERMAN: We'll put you both in witness protection.

United States government will keep you safe and sound.

Like you did in Culiacán?

If we didn't have surveillance on Epifanio Vargas, your boyfriend would have been blown to pieces.

The fact is, the DEA doesn't have anything concrete on you.

But my buddies over at ICE would love to toss your illegal ass back to Mexico.

I wonder how long it'd take Epifanio to find you.

I'd give you 48 hours.

Understand this: those people are not your friends.

And you can't afford any more enemies.

♪ (engine cuts out)

(pensive guitar music)

(g*n clicks)

(door opens)

Where you been?

Went to get a few things.

For three hours?

Car overheated.

You springed a leak?

I'm not a mechanic.

Dinner's ready.

What?

Trying to lose a few pounds.

Thanks for the heads up.

I really appreciate you letting me know about it.

That was a former associate that works for the Colombians now.

He just contacted me to let me know that Epifanio is meeting with Reynaldo Fieto.

He's about to flood the Texas market with product.

And we're just about to get our Jimenez shipment.

It's not the best timing.

Well, Epifanio took out all of the lieutenants, so I don't know who's moving the product.

But one thing's for certain, we cannot allow them to reach Texas.

If we cut off their transport route, his distributors will come crawling back to us.

We just need to confirm that his tunnel's active.

Well, if it is, destroy it.

Take Teresa with you to the border.

(brooding music)

Why?

Leave me in the kitchen like a pinche vieja?

No.

I'll go instead of her-- No.

I need all my security at hand for protection.

Teresa, you'll be less conspicuous with James.

I thought I was done with this type of work.

♪ Epifanio thinks we're weak.

He's let his guard down.

When you're at w*r, it's best to strike your enemy when he least expects it.

Go now.

♪ We got a long drive ahead of us.

We should get moving.

Thank you, Pote.

Be careful.

I'll start tomorrow.

(knocking on door)

Are you ready?

If the tunnel is still active, it'll be surrounded by Epifanio's men.

You know he still wants to k*ll me.

You escaped my husband's wrath since you fled Culiacán.

I have no doubt your wits will keep you safe once more.

And if they don't?

We lost everything and everyone that meant anything to us.

You mustn't question your value.

We only have each other now.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

And, Teresa, acuerdate, (speaking Spanish)

We're the same.

Never forget that.

(tense music)

♪ Reynaldo, (speaking Spanish)

and we have done very well together.

And you keep getting more and more handsome, and I just get older and fatter.

(men chuckle)

(speaking Spanish)

You look as strong as ever.

Tell that to my wife.

She took me off meat.

I can't have salt.

I can't have sugar.

If she cuts me off the cerveza, I'm not gonna have a reason to wake up in the morning.

I know about wives trying to take things away.

I have you b*at, my friend.

(glasses clink)

Hm.

So you will understand my reticence.

All this turmoil, open v*olence, it's like a lighthouse for competition.

Don't tell me you're getting soft.

Hm.

Now you sound like my wife.

-(chuckles)

-(chuckles softly)

My people count on me to mitigate risks.

How can I be sure my goods are safe in your hands?

Listen-- Don Reynaldo, forgive me, but I do believe you're underestimating the governor's power of imagination.

Your product has never been more safe.

Really?

How is that?

The governor has been relentless when it comes to security and innovation.

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

This is a toy.

These drones offer the highest level of security for an important businessman such as yourself.

In fact, they're being employed for protection over Governor Vargas' entire property as we speak.

It sh**t 15 photos per second.

And we can control it from over four miles away.

This...

is not a toy.

No.

(soft chuckle)

This is fantastic.

I am happy that you're happy.

-Bueno.

-No, I'm not happy, I'm angry, thinking about how much money it's going to cost to hire a brilliant mind like this verraco.

(speaking Spanish)

Salud, mi hermano.

Salud.

(muffled pop music, girls giggling)

Perdón.

(pop music playing)

(photos snapping)

What are you doing?

Sending Lado a pic of my chichis.

Boys want badass chingonas, and not some prissy daddy's girl, like you.

I gotta look respectable.

I'm a daughter of a governor now.

Bela, I know you are excited about the birthday, but I'm in a business meeting.

Hello, Olivia.

♪ Happy birthday, mi'ja.

Thank you.

-I love it.

-Mm.

Only the best for you, but, please, keep the music down, okay?

♪ (door shuts)

Does he think you're having tea with the Queen of England?

(phone buzzes)

(line beeps)

Hi.

Izzy, it's, uh, Mommy.

You know, I know we haven't talked in a while, but I was just wondering what are you doing for your birthday?

Maybe you can come visit me some time.

(somber music)

Call me, please.

♪ Te quiero.

Te quiero mucho.

♪ (footsteps approach, door opens)

Camila, thank you so much for coming in the office.

Can I get you something to drink?

A wat-- What's happening with the DEA?

Not much.

Just a couple of government hacks sniffing around.

Well, I pay your firm a hefty amount to ensure that my financial matters are above board.

They are.

Mateo handled the purchase of your trawler company flawlessly and attorney-client privilege protects you and your present dealings.

Which are?

Well, you're a legitimate businesswoman in Dallas.

As far as I'm concerned, any innuendo that you're involved in criminal activity, much less a drug cartel, is not only absurd, it's libel-worthy.

Good.

(phone buzzes)

Pardon me, it's one of my employees.

Yes?

(clears throat)

JAMES: We're walking to the tunnel now.

I ditched the car a couple miles out in case they set up a perimeter.

But I'm losing cell signal.

Well, let me know when that's taken care of.

We should pick up the pace.

There's a lot of trouble we could face out here.

Border Patrol, militiamen, coyotes, real coyotes.

(suspenseful music)

JAMES: There it is.

It looks deserted.

♪ -Tunnel?

-Yeah.

It's under the van.

Is it active?

There's only one way to find out.

♪ (grunts)

All right.

I'll wait for you here.

No, come.

(brooding suspense music)

♪ (rustling)

(muffled men's laughter)

(indistinct talking)

(suspenseful music)

♪ (wind whooshing)

(metal creaking)

(metal clanks)

(men shouting indistinctly)

(clanks metal)

(indistinct chatter)

(grunting)

Alto.

(g*n fires)

(g*nshots)

(dramatic suspense music)

(dramatic suspense music)

♪ (indistinct talking)

They're not just cartel guys.

How do you know that?

That search, it's sharp and efficient.

And their weapons are m*llitary issue.

Epifanio has the Mexican army working for him.

(screams)

(pained yelping)

(pained groans)

Shh.

Keep your voice down.

Just take deep breaths.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be fine.

I'm gonna splint your leg.

I don't want the poison to spread.

All right.

(breathing heavily)

Okay.

How do you know this?

It's m*llitary.

I had combat first-aid training.

(breathing heavily)

(grunts)

(soft suspense music)

♪ We need to get you to the car.

Get up.

Put your arm around me.

Come on.

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry.

I have an important meeting.

I can't leave.

All right.

Bye.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

All right.

Bye.

I am so sorry.

My wife was not happy I cancelled lunch.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you for meeting with us.

Well, when I heard the, uh, DEA was joining the investigation into Teo's su1c1de-- Cause of death is yet to be determined.

Well, I don't mean to speak ill of the dead, but Teo was screwing the help.

Jailbait, no less.

Tell you that himself?

Teo asked for my advice.

I told him get his house in order.

That boy was a hot mess.

I mean, I'm not surprised that he decided it was time to meet his maker.

What can you tell us about his work for Camila Vargas?

Well, I was concerned, given Teo's lack of judgment and Epifanio Vargas' reputation, that something may have been done to jeopardize my firm.

By "something," you mean one of your attorneys facilitating the sale and distribution of illegal substances?

Camila Vargas, as far as I know, is an upstanding businesswoman.

Then you won't mind if we take a look at her files.

(exhales)

You--you'd need a warrant for that.

But in light of Teo's passing, I'd like to be transparent with your agency.

Here are the files for your review.

Ready to roll.

Like you read my mind.

Well, if there's nothing else, I have a meeting in five.

Sir, I appreciate your help.

Anything for the government.

(soft suspenseful music)

♪ Oh, damn it.

Still no service.

You should just leave me behind and get back to the truck.

No, I can't leave you.

You're burning up.

I really need to lay down.

(both grunting softly)

Drink something.

Drink.

I'm out of water.

sh*t.

Squeeze it.

(sucking)

(engine rumbling approaches)

Stay down.

Don't move.

(engine revving)

We've gotta keep moving.

Why am I here?

Camila asked us to find the tunnel, remember?

(engine revving)

sh*t.

(dramatic music)

♪ We're running out of options here.

The truck is just over that ridge.

Drive until you get cell service.

TERESA: Okay.

You're gonna make it.

Say it.

I'm gonna make it.

What are you doing?

-Giving you a head start.

-What?

James, no.

(g*n f*ring)

(b*ll*ts ricocheting)

(g*n f*ring)

(intense dramatic music)

(brakes squeal)

MAN: Drop your w*apon!

Drop it!

Put the g*n down!

Hands behind your head!

(suspenseful music)

Where's the girl who was with you?

What girl?

(Taser clicks)

♪ (distant indistinct talking)

(voice echoing)

Hey.

Wake up, assh*le.

(strained breathing)

(soft tense music)

(soft grunt)

♪ David Lee Autrey?

My ass.

You're just some pinche puto.

Is that what they call you down in Mexico?

Who the hell are you?

You're in the custody of the Texas Patriot Squad, civilian militia, protecting our freedom and borders.

You sh*t at me and my men.

So tell me why I shouldn't put a b*llet...

(g*n cocks)

in your head right now?

♪ (erratic ambient music)

(breathing heavily)

♪ (exhales)

Miss Mendoza.

You followed me here?

You didn't think we'd let you go just like that?

(brooding music)

What happened to you there?

♪ (inhales sharply)

Oh.

Nasty bite.

Main road's just up ahead.

Let me get you to a hospital.

I'm so tired.

Like I said, you're a good person in a bad situation.

Come with me, this all ends.

Take my hand.

(dramatic music pounds)

(snake hissing, rattling)

(panicked breathing)

(thud echoes)

(breathing heavily)

Snakes eat rats.

Only you can save yourself.

Get in the truck, Teresa.

(intense electronic music)

♪ (engine turns over)

Those ridiculous drones, why wasn't I told about them?

Forgive me, Governor, but I didn't want to bother you with the technical details.

You're spying on me.

Everything we do is for your protection.

But if the drones displease you, I'll stop deploying them immediately.

Can they move cargo?

We'd have to get bigger drones.

If they can work as spies, they can also work as mules.

An inspired idea.

I'll look into it.

(phone buzzes)

¿Bueno?

(soft dramatic music)

Gracias, Comandante.

(speaking Spanish)

What's wrong?

It appears we have a breach at the tunnel.

Why are you still standing here?

Go.

♪ (throbbing suspense music)

♪ You were in the service, right?

27th Engineer Battalion out of Fort Bragg.

I was 1st Cav.

Help a soldier out and untie me.

I'm a US citizen and a vet.

You know what I think?

You're a coyote.

Am I right?

And that girl you were with, you sex-trafficking her?

Hey!

Did you drug that girl?

Is she out there dying?

-Huh?

CARL: Hey!

What are you doing?

I told you to call Border Patrol.

He sh*t at us, Carl.

And he's smuggling women into the country.

Did he confess to that?

No, says he's ex-army.

I say he's a lying sack of sh*t.

(dogs barking)

(engine rumbling approaches)

MAN: Stop that car!

(dog barking)

(g*n cocks)

(tense music)

(breathing heavily)

♪ (breathing heavily)

Get out of the truck.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

I need to speak to who's in charge.

-Please?

-You looking for your coyote?

-That's enough, Pete.

-(indistinct)

That's enough.

Let's just get her to the tent.

Anything happens to this woman in our camp, the Feds will shut us down for good.

-Stand down.

-(grunts)

(liquid pours)


That's a serious mustache.

He's very intimidating.

I choose to surround myself with strong people.

Hm.

You backed down the DEA.

You mitigated my risk with Teo.

These kind of favors don't come for free.

Well, you pay my firm a hefty commission.

-Oh, yes, I know.

-Hm.

You're one of the richest men in Texas.

It isn't cash you're after.

What do you want from me?

My family made their money in oil.

We moved in the highest society circles in Texas and wanted for nothing.

(soft dramatic music)

But the day it ran out, it took some time for my dad to drink and gamble his way through the assets we had left.

He ended up dying destitute on the street.

(swallows)

So I cultivated the friendships of my youth.

I may not have had much, but I had powerful friends and plenty of them.

And eventually, I was back on top.

The difference was there's no way in hell I'm ever gonna let anyone take that away from me again.

♪ To powerful friends.

(glasses clink)

You got some real bad luck here.

(pained groan)

We usually don't see bark scorpions around here.

That antihistamine should be kicking in.

How are you feeling?

Better.

Thank you.

Where's my friend?

"Friend" gives you fake passports?

When you're up and walking, I'm gonna have to call Border Patrol, turn you in to custody.

(soft brooding music)

You started this group to protect your county?

Something like that.

We have a common enemy.

(soft chuckle)

That's hard to believe, honey.

I used to work for a cartel.

They forced me to be a mule.

When I tried to escape, they k*lled my entire family.

♪ We can help each other.

You got my attention.

Go on.

There's a tunnel at the border.

That's why we're here.

We were doing surveillance.

I can take you there right now.

♪ You can tell the Border Patrol all about the tunnel.

You know the cartels control everyone, even the Border Patrol.

There's another way.

This whole country's getting soft.

You can barely touch a girl without some feminazi whining about harassment.

Now I got Carl giving me crap about manhandling some bitch.

Yeah, what bitch would that be?

Your piece of ass.

She got mouthy, and I was just about to shut her up.

You think that makes you a tough guy, putting your hands on women?

You're just a f*cking coward.

(brooding music)

What'd you say to me?

-(blow lands)

-(grunts)

♪ Oh, you're dead, bitch.

Pete!

Knock it off!

Knock it off!

God damn it!

Back off!

Cut him loose.

Now.

What's going on, Carl?

Cut him loose right now.

(tense music)

♪ Hey, hey, hey!

Back off, back off.

Just cool it.

Move it!

♪ -Are you okay?

-I thought I told you to go.

I'm not leaving you.

Come on.

-How the hell did you find me?

-Followed the tire tracks.

You needed an army?

I got us one.

TERESA: The tunnel is under the van on the left.

Damn.

You weren't lying.

Coke comes from Mexico through the tunnel and then the vans take it to Dallas.

God damn.

Not gonna happen today.

We have expl*sives.

If you're thinking what I'm thinking, darling, I love the way you think.

Let's blow up the tunnel.

You need papers?

'Cause I'm single.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

CARL: Hey, vans are moving.

Pete, you, me, and the boys will stop the vans.

Teresa, you get to blow up the tunnel.

(dramatic music)

♪ (engine revving)

(engine roars)

Chingada.

Los siguien.

(indistinct shouting)

(shouting Spanish)

We're almost at the tunnel.

Get the b*mb ready.

(switch clicks)

It's armed.

(engine revving)

(g*nf*re)

(b*ll*ts ricocheting)

(g*nshots)

(engine revving)

(g*nsh*t)

♪ (tires screech)

(brakes squeal)

Get out of the van!

Get out of the van, assh*le!

Get out of the van.

Now.

(dramatic electronic music)

♪ (tense music)

♪ (button beeps)

(expl*si*n)

(van crashes)

♪ (rumbling)

Vamanos!

(expl*si*n rumbles, soldier screams)

♪ (coughing)

(shouting Spanish)

Vamanos.

♪ (line trilling)

WOMAN: 911, what's your emergency?

Hey, yeah, yo, they just sh*t a cop.

Some dude with an AK, he just sh*t a cop.

He's running around crazy, pointing the g*n at everybody.

WOMAN: What's your location?

It's, uh, Walnut Hill.

Next to the, uh, you know the Black Star Liquor?

WOMAN: We're sending someone now.

Yeah, yeah, hurry.

This guy, he--he's nuts.

(phone beeps, snaps shut)

(radio beeps)

MAN: All units be advised.

Officer down and sh**t on foot in vicinity of Black Star Liquor in Walnut Hill Lane.

sh*t.

That's right around the corner.

We should respond.

(engine turns over)

We can't leave our post.

An officer is down.

(gear shifts)

(car beeping)

I'll call someone to cover.

(sirens wailing)

(tires squeal)

(soft dramatic music)

♪ Nothing here, man.

Van Awken's either straight or he's smart enough to clean Teo's mess after him.

(cell phone rings)

It's death by a thousand paper cuts and he knows it.

(cell phone ringing)

Finnerman.

sh**ting.

Where?

No, you get your ass back to that motel now.

(dramatic music pounds)

♪ (knocking on door)

♪ sh*t!

(soft dramatic music)

Postak and Felix just lost eyes on Guero.

♪ Weaselly prick.

One guess who he's going to see.

(sighs)

(tsks)

Can't say I blame him.

GUERO: Just don't make a decision about the DEA till we talk, okay?

Please?

I love you.

(beeps)

How's the leg?

I'll survive.

Good.

Carl gave me his number.

Should I call him?

Eh.

I'd hold off.

Play hard to get.

(tender music)

Look, you shouldn't have come back for me.

It was stupid.

You could have been k*lled.

But you didn't leave me behind, and I won't forget it.

♪ -Gracias.

(indistinct chatter)

(delicate music playing)

♪ Keep an eye on that little hurricane.

Two drinks maximum.

Hola.

¿Como estás?

¿Como estás?

Hola.

Bien.

♪ Hola.

The tunnel's gone.

An expl*si*n.

We lost three men.

I don't care about your men.

Who did it?

(tense music)

We captured this image off of one of the surveillance drones.

Teresa.

That's unacceptable.

They are making me look like a fool.

You assured me that Don Reynaldo's product would be protected.

Now, you had one job, Colonel, and you failed miserably.

(clapping)

(applause)

♪ Your daughter looks beautiful.

Moctezuma had a daughter with the name Isabela.

When her father was k*lled, Cortés, the conquistador, took her in as his own and gave her a land, a new religion, a new name.

Who exactly do you think you're talking to?

Do you think you are the only k*ller in this place?

If you say my daughter's name again, I will carve it into your skull.

Now, go and fix your mess.

(indistinct chatter)

Please.

Bela, you look wonderful.

That dress and those shoes, aren't they a little too grown-up?

Mom sent me the shoes and I love them.

More than the pearls?

I love the pearls.

This isn't a competition, papi.

Okay.

A toast to my daughter!

I love you more than life itself.

Happy birthday...

(kisses)

mi'ja.

Feliz cumpleaños.

ALL: Feliz cumpleaños.

(clapping)

(brooding electronic music)

♪ I asked Pote to look at your car to see why it was overheating.

(suspenseful music)

♪ See, if you're going to represent this business, you should be driving something more...

reliable.

(clicks)

Come.

♪ I purchased it for Isabela.

I don't think I'm gonna be seeing my daughter anytime soon.

I'm sorry.

It's temporary.

I was impressed with what you did today.

You manipulated a pack of rabid dogs into doing our bidding.

This car is a symbol of my trust.

(gentle music)

♪ I'm giving you your freedom.

Don't make me regret it.

I checked the car for GPS trackers.

It's clean, for now.

There's an old saying.

The fish only sees the bait, never the hook.

I know you lied to me about your car overheating, Teresita.

Whatever you're hiding better be worth it.

(gentle music)

♪ (engine turns over)

♪ Wasn't quite sure if you'd show.

I won't turn on Camila.

(pensive music)

All right, then screw it.

Screw 'em all, let's just get the hell out of here.

I'm not gonna run away with you.

One day we'll be sitting on a beach and someone's gonna walk up to us and gonna put two b*ll*ts into our heads.

We can't run anymore.

You know that.

So what now?

Everything in our life was always on your terms.

That's over now.

If you want to be with me, you need to prove you're not with the DEA.

Convince Camila you're on her side, part of her family.

I had to make a choice.

Now you need to make yours.

♪ (quiet dramatic music)

♪ (typewriter clacking)

(bell dings)
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