02x07 - The World Is Yours

[bunniefuu]

I saw the notices this morning.

But if you wanted to help
your mama out.

Franklin ain't no savior.

You willing to lose this house?

Yes, I would f*cking lose
this house.

Your days of slaving for that
Jheri curl m*therf*cker

are over.

Wanna come work for us?

Oh, my God. Franklin,
I will not let you down.

Just keep it to yourself,
all right?

We're a family here.
Got to have trust.

I know it's hard
to let someone in

after what happened
to this family.

[indistinct yelling]

[g*nsh*t]

[shotgun blasts]

[g*nshots]

She's a f*cking cop.

What does that make Pedro?

Still nothing?

I'd be a lot less calm
if there were.

The real prize here is pilot
and his partner.

We get them and we've got
a sh*t at the Colombians.

Well, we'd be happy to take
the weight.

Make up the difference
next time.

I like this guy.

The people I use,
they don't get their money,

it's your name I'm giving them.

- Hey, man, office.
- Don't look at it.

Just keep your eyes
straight ahead.

Somebody's watching the office.

You gonna tell me the truth
or keep feeding me sh*t, puta?

What if I can offer you
the recipe?

The Monarcas want your head.

I won't be able to hold them
off for long.

- Delroy's dead.
- Vic is dead.

They castrated them!

- [groaning]
- [gasps]

Wanna know who k*lled
your friends?

We can take you right to him.

And why would you do that?

'Cause you're gonna tell us
how to cook up that rock.

I look forward to hearing
from you soon.

Hey, Sosa.

Let's get this straight now.

I never f*ck anybody over
in my life

who didn't have it coming.

You got that?

Hey, why he talk like that?

He from Cuba.

Ain't they all from Cuba?

I don't break them for no one.

Do you understand?

See, that's what we need.

Constitution...
rule book or some sh*t.

That'll be the first
commandment.

Hey, Saint,
words is just words, man.

Boss is boss.

[chuckles] That ain't true.

Hey, shut up, man!

Hey, you shut the f*ck up!

I'm trying to watch
this f*cking movie.

- Quiet down!
- [laughter]

Hey, can y'all be quiet?

Hey, how many times you seen
this sh*t?

I don't know, like, five times.

- Bolivia.
- f*ck, see what I mean?

They got that whole
production line.

All right, so that means you expert.

If they all from Cuba,

why he the only one
that talk like that?

Man, will y'all shut up?

Man, this is why I don't go to
the movies with y'all.

Y'all worse than
my mother f*cking Auntie.

We don't go to the movies
with you, n*gga,

'cause you buy a box
of Lemonheads,

suck the color off of them,

you spit the m*therf*ckers
back in the box.

Been known yo ass since Audubon,

never did understand why you
do that sh*t.

- Whatever, n*gga!
- Shut up!

- sh*t's nasty.
- It's nasty.

This is why I don't go
nowhere with y'all.

- It's weird.
- [laughs]

That's what I'm talking about.

Too many places in that movie.

Yeah, and we ain't been to
not one of them.

[laughs]
Can you believe this sh*t?

I don't even have
a f*cking passport.

I keep a strict policy.
I don't go past Crenshaw.

[laughs]

- Ronald Reagan's a lie.
- Swear to God he is.

Ronald Reagan is a lie.

Yeah, I swear to God he is.

Gimme your keys.

Nah, cuz, I'm good.

Yeah, homey, end up in
the valley or some sh*t.

- Nah, man, we won't.
- Come on.

Give 'em here.

Everybody should know
he's a lie.

I don't like not knowing
where I'm going, Saint.

Ronald Reagan's a lie!

We gonna be all right.

- Ronald Reagan's a lie.
- Swear to God he is.

I'm not getting in the back.

I ain't doing this
with you today.

You the tallest so you gotta
go in the back.

Yeah, but you need
the most leg room.

Oh, so y'all wanna talk sh*t?

All right.

Swear to God he is.

["Low Rider Rap"
by Poor Boy Rappers plays]

♪ Just give us a b*at
and we'll pass the test ♪

♪ We're gonna make you down
from your head to your toes ♪

♪ Turn up the stereos
and here we go ♪

♪ Now early one day
I got the urge to drive ♪

♪ So I took my mom's car
for a joyride ♪

[sighs]

God damn.

[sighs]

[sea gulls cawing]

[distant shouting]

[waves crashing]

Only time I ever seen this
when we used to

drive by them oil sh*t.

You know what I'm talking about?

A poor man's Disneyland.

Scare a n*gga driving this
far Westside, Saint.

Whoo! It's cold as sh*t!

Uh-huh, they don't tell you
that part, huh?

Whoo!

Thought you was gonna
have us jumped

by some Shoreline cats
or something.

Hey, why is it bubbling?

- 'Cause of the crabs.
- What do you mean the crabs?

[laughter]
f*ck, man!

They small, man.

And they burrow in
a different shell

when the old ones wear out.

Survival tactic.

National Geographic
m*therf*cker.

[indistinct chatter]

But listen,
I wanted to tell y'all.

I know sh*t ain't been easy.

That I'm tougher on you than
you think I need to be.

It's only so when we expand

I can put y'all in charge.

sh*t we got going on now, man?

It's just the beginning.

We just warming up.

We building an empire.

You feel me?

Huh?

Yeah.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- sh*t.
- Oh, sh*t!

I can't stand up!

[laughter]

- Stop acting like a bitch.
- [laughter]

- It's cold for real though.
- n*gga, I know.

My feet are so f*cking wet.

[laughter]

Yo ass can't swim.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[dog barks]

Ahh.

Ahh, he likes you.

- Is that a dog?
- Yeah.

I figured we're being hunted.

It's a good time to adopt.
Yeah.

He just showed up.

Back yard. No tags.
Friendly though.

I'm sorry, you're feeding him?

Forget about the dog.

Where were you?

Huh? Did you find out
who's after us?

It is the DEA.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

They called back
a few hours after

the LAPD pinged their plates.

They weren't thrilled
that they were tracing

their vehicle, but yeah, DEA.

Huh.

So the DEA thinks
we're drug dealers.

What are we gonna do?

Look, I have ways
of handling these situations.

[dog sneezes]

Yeah? How?

'Cause you told me the CIA
isn't gonna protect us.

Based on how agitated
the DEA agent was

when he called,
how insistent they were

that the LAPD back off,
my guess is

they got an undercover inside
the Villanueva operation.

You're saying that to me

like it's supposed
to be good news.

It just sounds a lot worse.

Listen,
this is what I'm trained to do.

Okay? I said I was going
to take care of it

and I will, but you're just
gonna have to trust me.

Okay?

[door creaks]

Jesse m*therf*cking Jackson.

This n*gga love p*ssy too much
to be president.

[laughs]
Guess that would get you

out the running too, huh?

Well, I have been blessed
with my sense of priorities.

These things got
my ears swelling up.

Well, I wish yo ass would
swell up.

Since I bought you that dress.

See, now you play too much.

Now what you got to say
some sh*t like that for?

Because I'm quick with mines,
baby.

That's why you love me, right?

I ain't say all that.

Well, you don't have to.

My little country mouse.

[indistinct chatter]

Soft-ass Louie.
What y'all doing out here?

Something in that coffee
got you talking out yo neck.

It's something legendary, chile.

With you it always is.

Police raided Catch One again.

- [sighs] A mess.
- I know.

K told me they was
leaving them alone

'cause of that virus thing
going around.

A mess.

So we throwing
a ball for her, baby.

[laughs]

You handling this without me?

Did I need your permission?

I'ma handle some business

that actually keeps
this place open.

And the thing about
them earrings, baby...

The diamonds are real;
The backs are fake.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Damn.

[telephone rings]

I got it.

Yeah.

You're kidding.

You try running a trace?

He said that?

Jesus Christ.

All right, give me the number.

I can't wait to hear this.

Mm-hmm.

I'll call you back.

- What was that?
- I don't know yet.

[telephone dials]
Hit it.

Hello?

I was told to call this number.

That you had
some information for me?

Yeah, is this the agent
running the Villanueva case?

Who's this?

I'll offer you some free advice.

Pull your UC,
walk away right now.

Look, hey,
I'd love to believe you.

Take your word on this,
but can we meet?

Discuss it in person?

This is your only warning.

If you ignore it,
I'm not responsible

for what happens to your man.

And have a nice day.

Reed.

- 'Sup man.
- Thanks for coming.

Everything okay?

Yeah, just...

gonna have to shut down
business for a couple weeks.

Mind if I ask why?

Need some maintenance
on the plane.

Some repairs and inspections
got to be made.

It's nothing major.

- You seem concerned.
- Nah.

It's just...

I've been thinking
about expansion.

Yeah?

Like what? Like the valley?

How much you know about
McDonald's?

- I'm sorry, what?
- You know, the restaurant.

Oh, uh...

I know enough to not
to call it a restaurant.

[laughs]

Started by these two brothers.

The McDonald boys.

Figured out a way to better
mass produce the burger.

Ready seconds after you ordered.

sh*t was like magic back then.

They came up with the idea,

but it was a man called Ray Kroc

who came up with the vision.

Started franchising McDonald's,

turned a better burger
into an empire,

pushed the brothers
out in the process.

Stole their name.

You want to talk about gangsta?

Al Capone ain't got sh*t
on my man Ray.

So what... what are you saying?

That you want to start opening
McDonald's franchises?

Nah.

I didn't invent this rock.

But I'ma blow it up.

Detroit.
D.C.

Chicago.
Philly.

St. Louis.
New York.

Huh?

Send a team of trusted men
to every city.

Set up a cook house,
create the demand.

We'd be talking
, keys a week.

Lotta keys.
[laughs]

Yeah.

Well, you have as much product
from me as you need.

Promise you that.

Seems like you've given this
some real thought.

I've been thinking about this
my whole life.

[Screaming]

[groaning]

Por favor, no, no, no, no.

[groans]

[groans]

Is that your professional
medical opinion?

Doctor?

[groans]
[electronic beeping]

Kevin?

No. Pinche Pedro.

[groans]
He's not gonna stop.

- You know that.
- [groans]

- Page Kevin again.
- Okay.

[telephone dials]

We don't know if Pedro
is a part of this.

I'm sorry you never
got to use it.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[groans]
[laughs]

[telephone rings]

Aye, aye, aye.

Hello?

Now I told you, stop paging me.

I just want to make sure you
haven't forgotten about us.

Yeah, like that's possible.

Time's running out.

Tomorrow morning, : a.m.

That's when we know where
he'll be.

You want us to take you to him?

We need your answer by then.

Are Funyuns to onions what
pork rinds are to pork?

Not even close.

There's got to be some
science to this sh*t.

Don't even taste like onions.

They. Just. Chips.

n*gga, how you know?

He one bench press away
from Hulking out.

Since when do we bite this
hard on anonymous phone calls?

Since they know we have
a UC inside.

If it was the Villanuevas
I'd be dead already, right?

Or they'd be ducking you
like they are.

Hoping the phone call
gets you pulled,

and if it doesn't,

they don't k*ll
undercovers quickly.

You know who I think this is?

I think it's the suppliers.

The pilot and his partner.

I mean, think about it.
They make our surveillance.

Our plates get pinged.

And then we get this phone call.

Plates got pinged by LAPD.

So maybe that's who we're
looking at. Corrupt cops.

I mean, this call feels like,
a dirty cop move, doesn't it?

I don't know.

What I do know
is it's got me spooked.

[door opens]

On top of that,
your hours are up.

Tony. Come on,
we are so close.

We got the APB out on them.

We're got their offices.
It's only a matter of time...

I'm sorry, but it's over.

We pick up the Villanuevas now.

We'll have to just keep chasing
the suppliers.

You did great.

You should be proud.

["I've Just Got To Forget You"
by Bobby Patterson plays]

Aw.

♪ One thing I've got to do ♪

♪ Whoa
I know ♪

You look ten years younger.

Do I feel it.

[laughter]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

♪ ♪

VA.

The benefits came through.

So we should have enough
if you'll have it.

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It won't be easy ♪

[sighs softly]

Thank you.

♪ Get you off of my mind ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

Thank you, Alton.

♪ ♪

Come here.

♪ It's just that bad ♪

Come on.

♪ I just gotta leave you,
baby ♪

- What are you doing?
- Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

Nothing.

♪ I've just gotta
put you down ♪

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

[laughs] Okay.

[laughter]

♪ ♪

♪ I just gotta
put you down ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Whoa whoa ♪

♪ You see I sit down
and I thought about it, babe ♪

["Buffalo Gals II"
by Malcolm McLaren plays]

Hey, Lee. They here.

- All right, Wanda.
- I can see that.

What's up, man?

- Grandma!
- She kinda goofy, huh?

Like the rest of these
m*therf*ckers here.

Hey, don't be like that,
my n*gga.

Get you something to drink
and make yourselves at home.

Oh, great advice,
Professor Simmons.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

♪ Two buffalo gals go round
the outside ♪

Hey, sugar.

♪ ♪

♪ Three buffalo gals go
round the outside ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Ooh.

♪ Four buffalo gals go round
the outside ♪

♪ Dosie doe your partners ♪

- Auntie, this is Franklin...
- What's going on, Wanda?

Huh?

You're really stealing
and selling my sh*t

- without telling me?
- She ain't steal.

Oh, so you knew about this sh*t?

- I cooked the sh*t.
- I can take what's mine.

You f*ckin' high right now?

So what the f*ck if I am?

It's my party, Franklin Saint.

AKA Mr. f*cking High
And Mighty.

You can get the f*ck out
my house.

I don't want her anywhere
near the business.

- Hey, Saint.
- Hey.

Hey, man, I told you
this was gonna happen.

Hey, Saint!

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hey. Easy.

Hey, when we start yelling
at females in public?

You got a problem?

- Yeah, I do, man.
- I ain't put you up on that sh*t

so you can blow up her spot.

Well, maybe I need to enforce
some f*cking discipline, Kev.

'Cause apparently I'm running
a daycare center.

[laughs] So that's what
you think this is?

I know it.

What I know is you need to
make that sh*t right

with Leon and Wanda.

Who gives a f*ck about Wanda?

♪ ♪

What?

Get back to your party.

♪ ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

Ooh.

Children. Children. Children.

Hah, they can call us freaks,

but they can suffer for it.

But let's take a moment
right now

and give it up for the one
who made tonight possible.

Yay.
[cheering]

Look at her.

She ain't gone, Louie girl.

Yeah!

Buy my sister a drink.

Okay?
And me.

Laurent de Laurent.

Mmm.

We now give it up for
Viola Pendarvis.

She all the way from
New York City.

[sighs]
Come on up here, girl.

Damn, bitch, my feet hurt.

- Well, ashy as they is.
- [laughs]

You know you got them fault
lines in earthquake country.

Hey, don't you even
start with me...

Start with you?

Honey, you knew I was gonna
read you from cover to cover.

Act like you know where
to find a book.

I got the Good Book
and my good sense.

Last time somebody tried
to baptize you, honey,

the water blew off.

[laughter]

Claudia, I don't know,
you over here counting

your blessings,
but how you manage

to get a girl so quick-witted?

Yeah, baby, how you manage that?

I manage you, bitch.

Excuse me.

[laughter]

Laurent, you knew her
back in Watts, right?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I must have found her
after that,

when she was trying
to get out the sticks.

[laughs]

Tricking for peanuts
outside of every motel

between Western and Figueroa.

Hey, listen,
so what's wrong that?

Something strange
for some change.

You know, it was her first job.

Claudia, you better chill.

Well, ain't no shame in it.

It's just the way she do it.

f*ck any old thing
with a wallet.

Scraping by.

Something charming about
a little thing that desperate.

Don't know her own worth.

Well, that's where I come in.

See, I taught her everything
she need to know

about how to market her talents.

And, girl,
she a savant, damn near.

Why you laying out
all my business?

Ah, baby, I'm just joking
with you.

Can't forget what built you.

- Ooh.
- Damn.

Now you know, you cold as hell.

♪ ♪

What happened?

Look, I waited all day
outside the aviation office.

DEA surveillance didn't move

which means phone call didn't
scare 'em off, so...

Well, f*ck.

So what do we do now?

First thing tomorrow morning,
we're gonna fly back east

and I'm gonna try
a different tag.

Somebody else?

Avi called.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Here?
- A few hours ago.

How the f*ck did Avi
even get this phone number?

- I don't know.
- I didn't think to ask him,

Teddy, while he was
f*cking threatening me.

He was threatening you?

The money for g*ns.

Says his guys have the arms.
We haven't sent the money.

Yeah, well, the money, or the...

The bulk of the money, anyway,

is in the aviation office.

Which is now under
DEA surveillance.

Didn't sound like he was
f*cking around, Teddy.

Yeah.

Sure he wasn't.

You wanna tell me
what all that was?

What all that was over there
back at the thing and stuff?

You could be more specific.
Use your words.

sh1tting on my name
in front of Laurent.

- Did I lie?
- f*ck you.

You talk about me tricking
in public.

Like I still do that sh*t.

Like I'm still that girl
walking down Figueroa.

- And you're not?
- No, the f*ck I'm not.

- Okay.
- Okay.

You big and bad as you
want to be,

but you still that girl

when I have to put you
in your place.

Trying to steal my club.

Ahh, this don't even make
no damn sense.

Don't play me.

Claudia,
if I wanted your f*cking club

I woulda been got it by now.

So this ain't about that.

Oh, yeah.

That little deal I cut with
Franklin for your piece of ass.

That's why we back here now.

You see?

- You don't change.
- That's old sh*t.

Why would I even waste my time?

Baby.

You don't think
that I could just want you?

- No.
- [laughs]

No, honey.

I don't trust no bitch
who used to sit on the steps

at the Snooty Fox waiting
for me to pick her ass up.

You just can't let it go,
can you?

Old lady bitter

that I ain't
your damn property no more.

That I just f*cking chose you

and now you scared I'ma leave.

And that's what this is about.

- Now hold up. Hold up.
- You get all, like,

mad at me and I'm the only one
keeping it real.

No, I said I'm off this...

What the f*ck would you be
without me?

What the f*ck you say to me?

I said you a God damn joke.

You think I'm that pressed by
somebody I still pay for?

How you like that?

I'm funny now, bitch?

[laughs]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[gasping]

[blow lands]

Oh, God.

[screams]

[grunting]

[glass shattering]

[panting]

[glass shatters]

[telephone dials]

[telephone dials]

- Hey.
- Hey, it's me.

I need you to come to the club.

All right, give me an hour.

No, right the f*ck now.

- All right.
- Okay, hurry up.

- All right.
- Please.

[lighter clicks]

We almost gave up on you.

Yeah, well,
betraying your best friend

ain't exactly a quick decision,

Franklin will never know
it was you.

Yeah, but I'll know
it was me, won't I?

sh*t.

How I even know you gonna be me
on the right vato?

Not send me after
one of your enemies?

I dealt with your little
cousin more than once.

He sold me the rock.

Turned me onto this whole thing.

The guy who k*lled him?

He's a f*cking lunatic.

Only gonna 'cause problems
for all of us.

He is an enemy of mine.

I know how badly you want this.

Remember how upset you were
at the park?

And I'm gonna be honest...

I was always surprised
Franklin didn't press me

to know who did it
before shifting

the conversation back
to business.

Nah, he did press you,
and you didn't do nothing.

You didn't know nothing.

You know what?
Don't f*cking play me, chica.

We did know, amigo.

Franklin asked us to find out
before we met.

I knew.
I just wouldn't give him up.

Bullshit.

Ask him yourself
if you don't believe us,

but I'm telling you the truth.

We can take you
to him right now.

Or you can walk.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

She finally out.

I don't know why she don't
just go to the hospital.

She probably worried

Claudia'd be in
the next bed over.

Claudia's a bad enemy
to have, Unc.

Knows everything about us.

Has cops on the payroll.

Maybe you should be a little
less worried about Claudia,

a little bit more worried
about your Auntie.

I am worried about her.

One don't have sh*t
to do with the other.

Tomorrow I'ma find us
a stash house.

Get everything criminal
up out of here.

All right?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Louie asking you to
handle that sh*t...

that mean she back?

n*gga,
how the f*ck I'm gonna know?

Get some rest.

[dance music plays]

♪ ♪

sh*t.

Tell me I'm hallucinating this.

You're hallucinating this.

♪ ♪

Diego.

Diego.

About f*cking time.

We were thinking...

maybe you'd forgotten about
your plane.

[dog barking]

Hey, guys.

What are you doing here?

You canceled the pickup.

Again.
You don't return our calls.

We don't have your address.

Lucky for us we have
your tail numbers.

- Going somewhere?
- And taking your dog?

You running away on us, Reed?

Look, guys.

It's just a quick trip

to get the business
back on track.

But, you know, if you're here...

you ought to find a nice hotel.

Just check in, hang out,

and we'll be back in
a couple days.

Or maybe you should tell us
what the problem is.

Before we have a much bigger
f*cking problem.

- Look...
- uh...

We got some heat.

f*cking hate cops.

- We could help you with that.
- Take care of it real quick.

Completely unnecessary.

We just need a few days.
We're straightening it out.

Okay?

Fine.

You can go.

You can stay.

No.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Hey, guys, I have to fly him.

He can fly commercial.

- Go first class.
- We'll buy you a ticket.

No, we won't.

There's no chance of that.

Once you are ready
to resume our pickups,

Matt goes free.

Until then...

He's ours.

Wait, whoa. Whoa!

Get the f*ck off him.
Jesus.

Hey...

f*ck! All right. Hey.

Take care of my dog.

You better not f*cking hurt him.

Don't f*ck around with us, Reed.

Talk to you soon, eh?

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct muttering]

What's on your mind?

I speak. I say my mind,

and somehow, someway

the exact opposite of what I say

turns out to be exactly
the way it happens.

Yeah, well, being black at
the bank will do that to you.

It's not funny.

Look, we still short?

God damn it, Alton,
you know we're not.

[sighs]

Seems like all I have in my life

is a bunch of men who don't
listen to a word I say.

Cissy, what?

Standing in that damn bank
looking like a damn fool.

Smiling with our little bit
of money.

Woman comes up to me,
tells me one Jason Peters

has paid off our mortgage.

Not one month.
The whole thing.

Guess he going about it smart.

How is that smart?

Franklin ain't right, Alton.

The country ain't right, Cissy.

You know, and if he's selling
to grown folks,

then there's worse businesses
out there to be a part of.

This is not how
I wanted to own my own home.

This is my house. Mine!

Now it ain't even that.

Well, we'll make it right.

Here.

- Here.
- What...

[carnival music plays]

♪ ♪

Comes Saturday
and Sunday afternoon.

Gets three hours
supervised visitation.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

All right.

Let's go cook some rock.

You know I love that girl,
right?

Love ain't my problem.

Well, you could say thank you

instead of dissing her in front
of her whole f*cking family.

Thank you for stealing
and smoking my product.

To make you more money.

Threw the party just for that

even though she's already
f*cking exhausted.

Then take a God damn nap.

All right,
I'ma f*cking handle it.

If anybody else in our crew
was taking rock, Leon,

smoking it...

Wouldn't be
a f*cking conversation.

You'd be focused on
the business.

I hear you, a'ight?

But I think you worried
about the wrong sh*t.

And I think
you ain't worry enough.

And that's the problem.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[car tires roll]

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.

I thought you were just going
to arrest them?

Sometimes people
don't go quietly.

[door creaks]

- Hey.
- I'm glad you're both here.

We've got good news.

The white boys finally made
the drop in the desert.

They're gonna be here
in a few hours

to make the exchange.

That is good news.

It gets better.

We got the recipe.

Gabriela's waiting for us.

We show her
how to cook the rock,

the green light gets taken off.

We're gonna be free.

Pedro, I'm gonna need you to
come with me to Gabriella's.

Soledad, you and Gustavo stay
here to receive the shipment

and give Matt and Reed
their cut.

Maybe Pedro and I should stay
here to take in the shipment.

Gabriella doesn't want

anyone who isn't family
involved in this.

Gustavo isn't yet.

You said you wanted
to be back in this.

Help run things.

Or did you change
your mind again?

No, of course I'll come.

Yeah.

Adios.

[tense music]

Take care.

♪ ♪

You're driving.

♪ ♪

A qui?

It's the address
Gabriella gave me.

She said there's
a kitchen in the back.

What if this is a setup?

It's either this or we run.

And I don't want to run.

Do you?

- I'll go in alone if you want.
- Kay.

Put your hands up.

Turn around.

- Lucia, what the f*ck?
- Do it.

You reach for that g*n
I swear I'll sh**t you.

What's going on prima?

We have a problem, Pedro.

Your fiancé.

She's a cop.

LAPD, DEA, I'm not sure which.

No, that's not possible.

I don't have a doubt in my mind.

What I don't know for sure
is what side you're on.

Listen to me, I...

- I had no idea.
- How is that possible?

- What do you mean?
- She's my fiancé.

Why...

Why would I...

How do you know that?

Because I have
my f*cking eyes open.

- I don't understand.
- Tell me everything.

How you met? Where?
Every f*cking detail.

- I already told you.
- Tell me again.

Convince me, Pedro.

Sell it to me.

And maybe you'll live to watch
me t*rture it out of her.

You're wrong.

She's not LAPD.

She's DEA.

Out of the Dallas Office.

I know because that's
where we were introduced.

After I walked inside,

told them that my name was
Pedro Nava Villanueva,

that my family were
drug smugglers

and I wanted to bring
what was left of them down.

Jesus, Pedro.

Are you surprised?

After what you did.

What you forced me to do?

After you betrayed me,
and still I saved your life.

- It's incredible.
- I did everything for you.

I let you back in.

It's incredible
that after everything,

you still yourself
as the righteous one.

At least I'm not a f*cking rat.

You're worse.

You're a disease, Lucia.

A plague that destroys
everything you touch.

It's not your fault, though.

It's just what you become
when you see

your sister m*rder*d
right in front of you.

[g*nsh*t]

Struck a nerve there, huh?

You're gonna f*cking burn
for everything you've done.

Maybe.

But you're going to live.

And every day you'll hear
my voice.

And know that you became
the monster

your father always feared
you'd become.

[g*nsh*t]

[somber music]

♪ ♪