Queen of the South

Previously on Queen of the South...

And just because your father and I are separated

doesn't mean we can't have a relationship.

I don't want anything to do with that world.

You do need a new supplier, and I can connect you with one.

El Santo. You need to go to Bolivia.

You and your people got 72 hours,

or me and my boats are Cambodia bound.

(speaking Spanish)

We got 100 grand.

Take it, you never see us again.

If we don't make this deal with El Santo,

Guero's going to die.

I'll make an appointment.

It's El Santo's bible.

Yeah, he's not just a drug dealer.

He runs some sort of whacked-out cult.

Give me El Santo.

Guero? James?

(speaking Spanish)

Two days.

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(woman cheers, crowd shouting)

Hey, hey, hey!

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(shouting in Spanish)

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-Where are we going? -There's a truck outside!

I saw it! It's the other way!

No, no, it's blocked that way!

Go right! They brought us in through there.

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-(blow lands) -(grunts)

(metal rattling, crowd shouting)

Teresa!

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Where?

Teresa...

(laughter, indistinct conversation)

-(coughs) -(speaking Spanish)

Yo, yo.

Whoa. -Damn, girl.

Olivia, we shouldn't.

This shit is like 3,000 a bottle.

What you think, Bela?

-(chuckles) Are we worth it?

(woman laughing, speaking Spanish)

You said your dad wasn't home.

He isn't.

Then who's in his bedroom, hmm?

Devious maids?

-(clears throat) -(whistles softly)

Isabela.

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Your dad's just being stupid.

You shouldn't have to see shit like that.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to be here right now.

Where do you want to go?

Dallas.

Okay.

-Pedrito? Eh?

What is this place?

Who are these people?

They are the believers.

El Santo?

Yeah. Some people call me that.

But it is a name

that can never be taken.

It must always, always be given.

Why are you here, Teresa?

My soldiers had to pull you

from the jaws of my enemy.

La Capitána.

She would have had her fill of you.

We represent Camila Vargas.

Why are we being held as prisoners?

I was not addressing you,

James.

Go on.

We were hoping to start a relationship with you.

The quality of your product is known everywhere.

Well, I doubt that those that you have encountered

have any concept

of the true nature

of quality.

So...

what?

You're washing your product with ether.

It's an old technique and a dangerous one.

I know something more dangerous.

Mediocrity.

Where is the evil in the process of cocaine, Guero Dávila?

Hmm?

You have traveled all over the world,

you have sold to carpenters and kings.

Where does the serpent

slip its fangs with the venom?

Where grown men sell to children.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

When cocaine is treated

with the reverence it deserves...

It can make even children smile.

The evil's in the wash.

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Why?

Most leave cocaine impure

because impurities makes it heavier,

which means more profit.

And washing in ether

makes it truly pure.

And where did you learn this?

In the streets of Culiacán.

Mmm.

How much do you seek?

100 kilos to start.

No.

I deal in nothing less than metric tons.

It's just too much.

There must be another deal we can make.

Do you know why I do not sell to the Americas?

Because of deals!

Silver passing from mouth to mouth!

Like a parasite!

Well, I...

...Will not be infested

by your faithless deals.

And yet here we are.

We passed all your tests,

or we wouldn't be standing here.

Right?

You know the soldiers took our money.

Are you just curious?

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Perhaps.

We'll take the ton.

Teresa.

With great respect,

we'll take the ton.

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You have a Judas among you.

Okay, I will consider your request.

But first,

atonement is required.

See, you have spilled the blood of my people

when you were trying to escape.

So a blood sacrifice is demanded.

So I'm going to give you a choice, Teresa.

One of them must be given up to the knife.

You decide, and decide quickly.

One dies or all of you die.

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