M.I.A.

Abaka. A Haitian name for a building in Miami?

For a sky rise in little Haiti.

I need an extra 20 million to lock in the bid.

- Take out a loan. - I control 51% of rrg holdings.

My real estate business cleans your money, so guess what?

It does concern me.

Why do you think the jonzes disobeyed you?

A misjudgment?

A mistake that cost them their lives?

The jonzes disobeyed you

because they didn't respect you.

The cops are on to you.

Police picked up women you and teo trafficked

and linked them to the jonzes.

Ella.

Who's gonna link us? The jonzes are dead.

No, the daughter may be fucking alive.

That guy with the neck tattoo,

what is Juan's last name?

Acuna.

He runs with the rojases.

What will you do now?

Find Juan and kill him.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Thanks for letting me borrow your truck.

You're welcome.

Happy birthday!

From lovely and me.

The lp you've been wanting to add to your collection.

A treasure.

Glad you like it.

Ooh.

Make a wish.

I wish for an animal shelter

where no cats are put to sleep.

That's a great wish, Stanley.

You can work there if you want.

You, too.

I will volunteer.

I am starting to have dreams of my own.

Yeah? Like what?

A salon.

A place where women can come

and I can make them feel beautiful.

You'd crush that.

Got you something, too.

It is not my birthday.

Consider it a token of appreciation

for pulling my ass out of the ocean.

Aah.

You hate 'em?

No, I love them.

Mercí.

I got you a gift, too.

You no longer have to use mine.

This is perfect. Thank you.

Have you made any progress on Juan?

I found him and six of the twelve at Jaguar shipping.

The fucking hive they work out of.

- What now? - She kills them.

One at a time. Won't be easy.

Juan lives in a gated community.

And the hive has armed guards, cctv.

It sounds like a fortress.

It is.

What will you do?

Just focus on Juan first.

Learn his patterns.

Get him alone.

Strike fast...

When no one's looking.

Who does Claude Louis think he is?

I've invested too much to have a councilman

with an ego trip stand in my way.

- Everyone has a price. - Not Claude Louis.

He's of the mind that your project will be

the first of many high-rises in the neighborhood.

He doesn't want little Haiti to turn into brickell.

That's not my intention.

Doesn't matter. He won't budge.

- Then persuade him. - I've tried.

I'm sorry.

I've already purchased dozens of properties.

And as a representative of little Haiti,

I welcome you as a landlord.

I funded a soccer complex for you.

A resource the youth will treasure

for generations to come.

I have ways of getting what I want.

Not this time, I'm afraid.

If you'll excuse me, I have a campaign event to attend.

Thanks for coming so soon, Sam.

You didn't summon me for a drink.

I need your help with a problem.

Don't you have Nancy for that?

It's one money can't solve.

I need you to apply pressure.

- Who needs to crack? - A zoning board idealist

who's blocking our little Haiti project.

"Our" little Haiti project?

You found someone else to wash your money?

- No. Why not call Mateo? - I need this man alive

to vote abaka through.

Mateo lacks restraint.

His ego blinds him.

You know this needs to happen for all of us.

When do you need this done?

Today.

Dani, come on, I need your help.

I'm almost done.

How do they look?

Like drugs.

Gotta get these back before aunt Carmen realizes

they're missing.

Show me your hands!

- Show me your goddamn hands! - Okay! Okay!

- Take it easy. - Shut the fuck up! Hands!

Get down on the floor!

That is not necessary.

Shut the fuck up!

Don't waste your time. These girls are the help.

I pay them pennies.

The money, now!

Please, please. I'm just a small business owner.

I-I-I trying to get by

- in this econ... - I will fucking shoot you!

No. Please.

I will get the money.

- I'll get the... - hurry up!

Stop screaming.

You. You're the type to run into a burning building, I see.

Knee-jerk reaction, I guess.

Interesting. Clock out.

I don't need the headache of having the two of you here

when the police arrive.

Hey! Hey!

My wallet is in my back pocket. Take it.

Vote the abaka project through.

I will not be intimidated.

No, no, no, no!

Don't kill me, please!

Don't give us a reason to.

Yes! I'll do whatever you want!

Blocking abaka was not my idea.

Whose idea was it?

Mateo did not mention this errand.

Consider it a favor to me.

Federov requests your presence.

My brother won't like this.

He is already with federov.

You good?

Yeah. Calculating odds we leave alive.

Come! Join us?

Come, second-born son. Sit.

Come, eat.

It is sign of disrespect to refuse my hospitality.

You think I poison you?

Because I am Russian?

My people get bad rap.

The world remembers atrocities, assassinations, starvation.

People forget we are also sons of great thinkers and poets.

Czars.

Who were first cousin to windsors.

Wow.

A well-rounded American.

I like.

Well...

You see? No poison.

Eat.

Why are we here?

You expand business into women, my territory.

Without my permission.

I control trafficking of women in south Florida.

You wish to bring women into Miami, you pay me.

Pay you?

I'm fronting the cost, taking all the risks.

You mistake this for negotiation.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! How much?

- Fifty percent. - Are you fucking kidding me?!

- I'd rather see you... - we can make that. We can make that work.

Can you make that work?

I need to hear from boss.

From what I know of your little operation,

you are boss?

You make final decision.

Fifty percent leaves us a profit margin of 10.

Fucking scraps.

Not if we charge our new peddler 30% more

for shipments coming in.

We chalk the price hike up to supply line shortages,

oil prices.

We stay in the black.

You stay, upright...

And breathing.

Mateo.

Fine.

Fifty percent.

My men collect from you every Tuesday, rain or shine?

You lose shipment, does not matter, you pay.

Every Tuesday.