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After our lovely meeting with the Godmother,
she made it clear she wouldn't sit still.
Sonny!
Let Judy play.
Behave!
Like fancy people, like the Corleones.
Remember the movie I showed you?
That's how I want you to act.
Come here.
Go to bed now.
May the Virgin keep you.
Good night.
Take him to his room.
So, yes, Godmother.
You made things very clear to Nacho.
He knows he has to obey you.
I don't know if that hippie understood or not,
and I really don't care.
All I know is that this is my business
and people have to do what I say,
whether they like it or not.
How about asking the boss to put him in line?
You have another boss?
Forget it, Nacho.
I'm not going to let that broad do whatever she wants
with our lives.
That's not going to happen.
I don't know, honey.
I really don't like the idea
of going to that lunatic's house.
Yeah, but I don't know who other than Isabel
can go in there without raising suspicion.
She swings both ways, doesn't she?
Right?
I caught on.
You saw how she was looking at me at the house.
You should've seen her undressing me with her eyes.
It was nasty.
Right?
That could work in our favor. It's a tool.
I don't know.
If you can't beat them...
Join them! Right?
There you go.
Let me make one thing clear, babe.
In this biz, if you want men to respect you,
you've got to grab them by the -----
and squeeze them till they cry.
Hello?
<i> Godmother, it's Isabel Garcia,</i>
<i> Nacho Montero's wife.</i> <i> Do you remember me?</i>
Of course, beautiful.
<i> How could I forget?</i>
You're so sweet.
I'm flattered, really.
I was wondering if I could visit you
<i> and we could talk,</i> <i> just the two of us.</i>
I want to make up for that terrible first impression
you got of us. Things got real ugly.
<i>That won't be necessary, honey.</i>
I know exactly who I'm dealing with.
<i> Who are we kidding?</i>
<i> You and me both know</i>
that we women understand each other better.
<i> If you don't mind me</i> <i> confessing this,</i>
I'd like for us to get to know each other better.
If that's the case, come over tomorrow.
Bring a bikini.
<i> We can take a dip</i> <i> and talk calmly.</i>
I don't know what else to do, Lucy.
I've looked all over the apartment
for anything that could lead me to Justin,
but nothing. I haven't found anything.
<i>Richie acting is so differently</i> <i> now too.</i>
He' stopped going to school, he's always smoking that crap
and drinking.
I feel like I don't know my own son anymore.
<i> I'll die if anything happens</i> <i> to him.</i>
Talk to you later, Lucy.
I need to keep the line open in case he calls.
Let me know if you hear anything.
Thanks.
Here, Carla.
No, I don't want anything.
Hey, hey!
Justin!
It's okay.
Nice to meet you.
Joe Fernandez.
I'm very sorry about your son.
He's my new partner.
We have a lot of work to do.
Look, Justin is still missing.
Did something happen?
No, but I just spoke to Felix Rodriguez,
my boss at the agency, and he said he's going to put us
right where we need to be:
none other than in the middle of the action.
Cheers.
Just what we needed.
Very nice, Paul.
It's work.
Sorry, Joe.
I'm not leaving New York until I find my son.
I figured.
That's why I brought all this,
so we can start working and getting ahead on everything
we have to do until your kid comes back
or you decide to leave.
Let's get to work.
Come on.
Damn it, man.
We don't even know where we are.
How far away are we from Miami?
I don't know, but I'm sure someone who can take us
will pass by soon.
That's if your dad doesn't find us fist.
He's not looking for us, at least not for me.
If he is, he's only doing it to protect his reputation.
You can't blame him for working either.
Look, man, my dad only married my mom
because he got her pregnant when she was really young.
That's it.
Not because he wanted to be with us.
Get it now?
I think he's trying to fix things.
He doesn't want to fix ----.
They're probably better off without me anyway,
so screw them.
Hey, hey!
Hey, guys. Need a lift?
Uh, yeah.
Come on in.
You sure?
No problem.
Thank you.
It's your lucky day.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you.
-Going to Miami, huh? -Yeah.
-Cool. That's where I'm going. -Great!
If you want to hang out, you guys can sleep here or here.
-Just do it. -Thank you. That's awesome.
How about a beer?
-Let's get started. -Thank you.
There are two beers here.
Thank you.
You too.
Thank you.
New friends.
Cheers.
Gotcha.
Down the hatch, baby.
This is very important.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
Would you make us some sandwiches?
I want everything on mine, please.
Idiot.
Like my dad used to say, "Pretty, but spicy.
Smooth skin, bad attitude."
Leave Carla alone, okay?
Okay, okay.
What were you showing me?
This right here is the guy Kyle was talking about.
Ignacio "Nacho" Montero.
I have a problem with the Godmother.
Sorry.
It's okay.
My partner David doesn't want to get involved
and I don't want Isabel to get her hands dirty.
Okay, so what you want is for Mr. Drake
to go over to the Godmother's house with his knife
and slowly slice her throat.
Then I'll skin her and make you a rug.
I owe you one.
No, that's not exactly what I had in mind,
but I like that.
You're a strong man and I like all this...
fire inside of you.
You're like Superman.
No, I'm better.
He has a weakness. I have no fear.
No, man. We need to be more strategic.
I was thinking it over and it seems to me
that the Godmother's weakness is her money.
I got it.
Let's go to her house, kill all her guards,
and steal everything.
No, no. That's not it either.
We're going to rob her, but no one will know it was us.
Think about it.
So you guys are a couple?
A couple?
No.
No, no, no. No, sir.
We're just friends.
Just friends.
This gringo thinks we're a couple.
I bet it's because of you. Stop acting so...
I don't know about him.
Ask him.
Gotcha.
No way, sir.
We like girls.
You like girls.
All kinds of girls.
Cool.
You like to smoke too?
Uh, yeah.
I got something for you.
Okay.
We're going to make it big in Miami, my friend.
-I'm telling you. -Want to try this?
Yeah.
Light it up, baby.
We're going to sell this.
LSD, marijuana, cocaine, you name it.
Really?
Yeah.
Cheers to that.
Beautiful car.
Comfortable, automatic...
This car's a beauty.
All-wood trim, as you can see.
-Hydraulic steering... -Hey!
-My friend. -One minute please.
How are you? Are you okay?
What are you doing here?
I'm just looking at car brochures for Mr. Nacho.
I don't want any problems with you.
Take it easy.
I don't know why Nacho let you live,
but if you slip up just once, I'll finish you off.
Go get the brochures and leave.
Thank you.
We knew Pablo sold drugs to the Cubans
and his own countrymen.
He just wanted to make money.
He didn't care if he started a war or not,
and we were about to set it off.
How's it going, Drake?
I have the license numbers to the cars that move the drugs
for the Godmother.
And Mr. Drake makes the three pointer
that wins the championship!
You know what I mean.
You're one bad ------------.
Okay, what do you want to do?
This list needs to make it into the Cubans' hands.
How are you?
Good, good.
Do me a favor. Do you know Mr. Victor?
Yes, of course.
Do me favor.
Make sure he gets this.
Tell him it's from a friend.
Guys, we need to face our enemy head on
and that's going to take -----.
Let's get rid of those who want to take the place
that belongs to us, that we've earned,
and that we have a right to.
Nothing or no one, especially not those lowlife Colombians,
is going to come take us out.
A Good Samaritan brought me a list of the plate numbers
for the cars that the Godmother uses.
Starting now, we're going to cover their route
from Miami to Dallas.
I want you to look at every car.
One by one.
When you see them, kill them all.
Don't leave a single one alive, damn it!
Alright, we're here.
Tell us how we're getting in.
First, I stay here.
Second, don't give me orders!
Ladies, ladies!
Don't fight.
Enough, okay?
Use your head, Paisa.
Those guys know Drake and that he works with us.
Then what do you want? Should I go in?
The second they hear my Colombian accent, I'm toast!
Then use a Mexican accent.
What?
As if it were so simple. My accent is too thick.
Are you going to do it or not?
We need to know what those guys are doing
with the list of Griselda's cars.
What's it going to be?
Are you in or out?
I bet he's out.
What?
Listen to him.
Here's some ice cream money.
Take it.
Good luck!
Hey, hey!
Come back!
-What? -Come back!
I just got a much better idea.
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