So, Dario, you find anything?
Not much.
You got any idea why she shot Alberto?
Probably 'cause of what he made her do.
Yeah, she had a lot of pride,
but you have no idea how she moaned when I fucked her.
I made her do everything,
and she liked it.
But once a whore, always a whore.
She was a prostitute?
Of course she was.
Any idea where she worked?
Emilio's. Maybe he knows something?
We'll see.
You find that bitch, Dario, so I can kill her.
You hear me?
Yes, sir, I'll find her.
Welcome to Miami.
- Thank you. - Welcome.
Good to be here.
Come on, we are finally here.
Isa.
I'm glad you're here.
I can't believe it. Look at you.
You haven't aged a day. You look even younger.
And you, more beautiful.
Well, that's because these are new. Like them?
Moneymakers.
Better believe it.
Where's Arturo?
Well, there he is.
Arturo! Get in already. We don't have time for your bullshit.
I thought it'd be fun to travel with all these women, but it's been hell.
Liar. You loved it.
How are you, darling?
Better now.
- Let's get to work? - To work.
Let's make some space.
If there are steps, why would I jump?
Ozzy, you can do it, no problem.
- You guys almost fell. - Don't be scared.
No, I'm not going to jump.
- Two... - No.
I'm not going to jump. If there are stairs, why would I jump?
Arturo!
Hey, Arturo!
- How are you boys doing? - Good.
Have you boys been taking care of your mom?
Of course.
How are you?
Good. How's Alberto?
Well...
Remember that he went on a trip after we came to Miami.
Hello, hello.
Who are they, Mom?
Stop staring, they're friends from home.
And stop trying to trick Ozzy into jumping those fucking steps.
What an ugly-looking pool.
No water, how great.
No.
I thought the States were more fancy.
At least it's near the beach.
Hot as shit out here.
Isn't it?
Can we get a beer or something?
I don't "get beer." I'm Ms. Blanco's pistolero.
Hope you're a lefty.
Next one.
Hello.
How are you?
I'm good.
Excuse me.
Go ahead.
Yes.
Here it is, boss.
Thank you.
Good work.
Thanks. Beats the shit out of sucking cock all day.
Very true.
- Here is your key. - Thank you.
What a beautiful bracelet, boss.
You're beautiful as well.
Stay out of trouble.
It's okay, no problem.
You'll get your money as soon as I get paid.
Look at him!
Keep them away from my boys.
The boys could learn a thing--
Hello.
What is your name?
My name is Carla.
This way.
What I came here for.
He said he's glad you came in to help.
It's important for witnesses to come forward.
Any information you've got may help us solve this crime.
I didn't see anything.
You're a waitress at El Floridita restaurant, correct, Rosa?
- Yes. - She says, "Yes."
Is it your sense there were drug deals taking place in the back room?
A lot of things were happening back there.
Who did you see go into the back room on the day of the murders?
There was a woman.
- With men? - Yes, with two men.
Wasn't so bad, right?
No.
Who am I kidding, he's an asshole.
Don't worry, I'm the only one here who speaks Spanish.
But you're a cop...
Just not a detective like him.
They call me an "Intelligence Analyst."
Is this your first?
No, I have another one.
Nine.
- Me too. - Yeah?
But my boy is 12.
And he doesn't stop eating.
Hey, Rosa.
I noticed you hesitated when Jensen said
the woman you saw at Floridita was not a girlfriend.
She didn't walk like a woman who's a girlfriend.
Really?
How'd she walk?
Like a boss.
Ten kilos at $25,000 a key.
That's 250K.
One load every month, three million a year.
A toast.
Arturo.
I remember very clearly my friend being told
many times she could never do this on her own.
- Thank you. - And now look at you.
And to my brave Arturo.
I'll never forget you covering for me with Fernando.
And flying with all those women.
Well, speaking of Fernando,
what are we going to do with him now that you decided not to disappear?
You have to be ready for him.
I will be.
He's got Dario looking for you.
Dario.
You ever hear anything from a girl who used to work for you, Griselda Blanco?
Maybe.
Bastard.
How about now?
Been a long time.
But last week, she called.
What about?
No fucking clue.
Just heard the girls talking.
Next thing I know, a dozen of 'em took off.
A dozen girls left?
- Like you heard. - Where?
I wish I knew, man.
I wish.
Fucking costing me a fortune.
But these bitches love keepin' secrets.
Hey, ladies.
Welcome to paradise, my king.
Any of you know Griselda Blanco?
Why?
Who's asking?
An old friend.
I haven't seen her in a while, and I want to get back in touch.
Anyone here maybe know where she is now?
A friend.
Not as far as I know.
What about you? You work with her back in the day?
With that bossy bitch?
She's just jealous. Pure envy.
Jealous of Griselda?
How?
Why?
Griselda taught herself to counterfeit.
Worked her way out of here.
You don't say.
Like she never could.
I heard her husband rescued her.
The husband?
Listen to him.
Who said that?
A man tell you that?
That's bullshit.
Griselda did it all on her own.
Good for her.
Good for me too.
Tell me about yourself. What do you like, you got any hobbies?
Actually, she's more my type.
What a shame. No?
It's your loss.
Look, I just need some information.
It sounds like you're the only one here who didn't like Griselda much.
Your boss said some of the girls went to see her last week.
Any idea where?
I liked her more than that.
Where did she go?
They went to Miami.
Stop that! And turn it down!
Okay!
Madam, she needs you.
Go ahead.
This way.
What the fuck did you just call me?
Griselda, we should go.
Let's go.
You heard what he said?
That coke's worthless if we can't sell it.
We might as well have a suitcase filled with baking soda.
A lot of fucking good that'll do when Dario catches up to me.
Hey.
How long are we gonna sit here?
I could be home making real money.
Give her time, she'll pay.
- Is that so? - I promise.
Calm down.
Patience.
Come in.
Girls asking about being paid?
Don't worry about that.
Okay.
I'll focus on the boys I have to feed and the fucking coke I can't sell.
Shit, these are nicer than the ones in my room.
They're mine. I'll give you a set.
Last time we did this was between johns.
So we're back where we started.
Fucked one way or another.
You know this is the first time I've ever left Medellín?
And all I've seen is this shitty rat trap?
Remember how we used to blow off steam?
We'd have a good time.
Come on, let's go out.
The last thing I want to do right now is party.
Griselda Blanco's best out there living.
Not in here, staring at the fucking ceiling.
I don't care how nice the fucking sheets are.
We do have a lot of coke.
You sure these people are even alive?
They look dead.
You wanted fancy.
Fuck it.
Like the good old days.
Let's go rescue them.
Let's go.
I have a plan.
Thank God, because we're sitting ducks here.
Hey--
Assuming they get past you, Chucho.
- What do we do? - We get more cocaine.
- More than the ten kilos we can't sell? - Much more.
And how exactly do we pay for this motherlode?
We don't.
We get a float from Panesso.
Darling.
I paid Panesso for this coke and he was a grade-A dick about it.
- Why the fuck would he front you product? - Because you're going to get him up here.
And I'll show him the potential of my idea.
And he'll want in. Trust me.
This is the country of dreams.
I know you felt it when you got off that fucking plane.
That sensation that it can all be yours.
That feeling is more powerful than love, money, anything.
But it turns out there are people here whose dreams have already come true.
And when your dreams come true, you lose something precious.
The feeling that comes with something new.
With the unexpected.
The people I'm talking about
are white.
And they're rich.
Those sons of bitches that have everything.
They represent a huge, untapped market no one's ever thought to touch.
And in this suitcase
we have the power to bring the excitement
back into their boring lives.
What do we have to do?
Give them a taste.
So they know what it feels like.
And how do we do that?
With them.
You're the best saleswomen in the world.
You're not gonna work in a brothel anymore.
You're going to be working for yourselves.
You'll be making a fuckton of money.
So they're going to sell cocaine?
No, Arturo.
They're going to give it away.
Going to do something?
Or no?
All right.
German, welcome to Miami.
How was your flight?
Long as fuck.
Hopefully not a waste of time.
Twenty years I've been making hairy-backed assholes smile.
That one's in his own league.
German.
Look at how bored these people are.
These people need more than a stuffy bar
and a couple olives floating in their drinks.
These people need what you have.
Coke.
But they can't get it.
Because they're too scared to go where it's available.
Which means we have a thirsty market waiting to be filled.
Griselda, I'm a supplier, I'm not some street vendor.
That's why we'll make a great team.
Because I'm going to set up that new market.
And I need your coke.
So you thought what?
"I'm going to bring this idiot Panesso to a fancy hotel,
dressed up all nice, flatter him,
and he'll give me everything I want." Yeah?
Remember Medellín?
No, you don't.
Couldn't be bothered to even spit in my direction.
You and all your asshole friends.
Never gave me the time of day.
And now you bring me here to juice me?
Don't fuck with me.
German, you and I are not so different.
You know where I come from.
The shit I put up with.
You think the Bravos made me feel welcome?
Right, 'cause with those tits and that ass,
you're some kind of underdog.
We all have our strengths.
But it's the dream, that's why people come here.
I wipe my ass with the American dream.
And with everyone who convinces themselves that one day they'll be on top.
A bunch of idiots.
All of us come here deceived,
believing that this is the land of opportunity.
And when you least expect it, you've been fucked.
I know you're right.
But I've been screwed over too.
And no fucking way am I letting this opportunity pass me by.
Just imagine, German, what you and I can do together.
This ass, these tits, your coke.
- How much we talking? - A hundred kilos.
Who do I look like, an Ochoa?
You do this, you won't need another buyer ever again.
That's how big this is going to be.
Big...
All due respect, you're a fucking housewife.
I don't believe you could move that kind of volume.
Now get that one-armed idiot to drive me back to the airport.
German, wait.
I knew you weren't going to just agree on faith.
I've got something special planned.
Stay.
I only need one night.
It'll be worth it.
Better be.
I wouldn't even front 100 kilos to my own son.
And I kind of like the fucker.
Mom, it's me.
Come in.
Could I get money for pizza?
Well, you know it's there in case anything happens.
Don't tell your brothers.
I'll be back late.
Tell your brothers to pack their stuff.
Tomorrow we're getting out of here. Going somewhere nicer.
Go, my son.
What if this doesn't work with Panesso?
It will.
Have some confidence.
Relax and enjoy the party.
How much so far?
Already sold three keys.
Well, German?
Hell of a party, but you can't do this every week.
Not everyone I invited here is rich, German.
Some of them are people who work for the rich.
Look at him, he's a tennis coach.
And her, she's an aerobics instructor.
A valet.
They've all agreed to be our dealers.
So you can keep selling to the rich white assholes.
Griselda.
Got a problem outside.
- Maybe I put the next one in her. - Let her go.
Motherfucker. Get out of here.
Partners?
You're pissing off the powers that be.
You must be doing something right.
Anyone who can stand up to that son of a bitch, I want on my side.
A hundred keys a week.
And then--
Sky's the limit.
You keep dreaming, I'll keep making coke.
Partners?
Next trip, I pay double.
Shit, it's like that, I am done fucking for money.
Gonna be some sad dudes in Medellín?
Go.
Wait.
I want you to have this.
Seriously?
Beautiful.
Thank you.
You will not regret this.
We've spent enough time on our back to know what people want.
Thank God it was good for something.
See you in two weeks, Isa.
With more girls, more coke.
And it's all ours.
Take care.
Behave badly.
Hey, you should be asleep.
Hello, gorgeous.
Uncle Fernando came up to see us.
That's right, my love.
You all left town in such a hurry.
I didn't get to say goodbye.
Come in.
Take a seat.
Boys and I were just catching up a little.
Now that your mom's here, there's something I want to know.
What reason did your mother give you
for why she left Medellín?
Fernando, the boys are tired--
I want to know.
What did she say exactly?
Alberto hurt her, so we left.
I see. That's what I thought.
What she told you is bullshit.
Please, Fernando--
Don't you think your sons should know the truth?
I will tell them.
The real reason your fucking mom left town is she killed Alberto.
- What? - I thought you said he was on a trip--
She killed my brother!
What do you think about that?
What would you all do?
If one of you were killed,
what would the others do?
- Don't hurt her, please-- - Sit the fuck down and shut up.
Please, Fernando, don't do this in front of them.
Don't do this here, my room's next door.
- You want to go to your room? - Yes.
- Let's go. - Start walking.
Stay here.
No.
The only thing better than fucking you will be killing you.
Your brother was a monster, he beat me!
You shot him in cold blood, cunt.
He made me sleep with you!
You killed him because you hated him.
Because he told you, you were a piece of shit.
I have to go to the bathroom.
You stay put.
Die.
Kill him.
Fucking kill him now.
Everything will be okay.
Go check on your brothers.
Thank you.
Don't thank me. I didn't do it for you.
Then why?
I don't know.
I've never killed a kid.
This is yours.
What are you gonna do now?
Help me clean this up...
and then we'll talk.