Can I have a minute, Father?
Javi. Come.
Coming.
- The cash shipment, was it you? -
Don't look at them, look at me. Don't play dumb, was it you?
I just made an educated guess. That's it.
You almost killed four Feds on US soil.
But I was right, wasn't I?
Someone is fucking us.
Tell me why you did it.
Because I wanted to know who is fucking with us.
Who was snitching on us.
Listen, it was worth the risk of angering the FBI.
If someone betrays our family, our blood, we have nothing.
I would've done the same.
These are the kinds of decisions you'll need to make, Javi.
And they're not easy.
What are you saying?
It's your turn, nephew.
It's time for your generation to take over and…
and you should be their leader.
Are you okay? Is something going on?
-Can I help-- -No.
I've never been better, Javi.
I'll spend more time with my kids.
Yes.
With my dogs.
-The Byrdes built me a fortune and-- -No. No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.
The Byrdes are not trustworthy.
Marty's agent was at the bust,
and that fucking hillbilly is still operating.
Yes, I know. This is why I'm getting my assets out now
and passing the torch to you.
While I still can.
And after that?
After that?
-Yes. What happens after that? -
And after that, the Byrdes are yours.
Blood over everything.
-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.
Look at that. What a beautiful thing.