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- What do you think? - I think it's brutal.

What do you see?

Holofernes wasn't a worthy leader.

He couldn't comprehend the consequences of his actions.

Caravaggio's message is a warning.

Beware the perils of prideful men.

Mr. Boone, the job is yours.

My brother will see you both out.

Why'd you change your mind?

We need a killer more than we need a thinker.

You don't know federov. Former spetsnaz.

Federov find out and I die!

I didn't tell you to kill him.

He was gonna expose you to federov.

The call was mine to make.

- Hey! - Aunt Carmen?

No one told me you were twins.

- What? - You and my mom.

No one ever mentioned that.

Look, I can pull strings at the club.

Throw you a few shifts a week.

It's important to create a balanced ecosystem

with the right elements and ratios of people.

Beautiful women, celebrities, and gangsters.

Goddammit, I lost him!

Who did you lose?

One of the 12 was here.

You know, there are times where I think

the nurse is the lucky one.

Caring for you in the afterlife.

It should have been me.

But I gave you my word that I would help your sons.

Protect them.

The same way you protected me years ago.

That is a debt I can never repay.

I'm doing my best to serve Mateo.

He's just...

A pale imitation of you, old friend.

I miss you.

Why bettas?

They are lone wolves of the sea.

Yeah, mom was like that sometimes.

Come on. Get 'em while they're hot.

Okay.

This is delicious.

You act like you've never had to stones.

Homemade? Nope.

Your mom never made this?

Never.

They were our favorite snack.

Yeah, maybe that's why.

You still camping out in your car?

- It's better than it sounds. - Tell you what,

I'm heading out of town this weekend to a conference.

- Why don't you stay here? - Really?

You've been working hard at the club.

Might be nice to sleep a couple of nights in a real bed.

My god, seriously?

There's some things I need you to take care of for me.

- Name 'em. - Feed g.I. Jane, but only...

twice a day because overfeeding leads

to gastrointestinal issues.

And cover the aquarium if there's a full moon.

They like to jump at it.

I had bettas when I was 10.

The plants. Ice cube for the orchid.

And as for thorny lady... The cactus?

They only need water every two to four weeks.

Say good morning to her. She needs love, too.

Thorny lady, you're loved. Anything else?

No drinking, no drugs, no parties, no sleepovers.

- I only have two friends. - Great! Keep it that way.

Now get out of here before you're late for work.

Having fun?

Hey, I-I know this is kind of random,

but I saw you here the other night.

- You were with this guy... - I can't really hear you.

You were with this guy. He had a neck tattoo.

You guys were arguing.

That's clean enough to do lipo on.

Okay. Actually, where are the fucking drinks?

Hey, bar back girl, get our bottle girl, yeah?

Hey, sunshine.

- Help me out? - Always.

Neck tattoo's girl is here.

I wanna get his name, but I need

to get her name first.

She's tricky.

- Where is she? - Over there.

The blonde in front.

Okay.

Then, we get her another drink.

Good idea.

Hi, babe.

Hey.

Margaritaville's down the street.

That's funny.

I'm not here for a party.

Then you're in the wrong place.

I'm here to speak with Carmen tiger,

your head of security.

She's not working tonight.

Well... What's the best way to reach her?

She's not big on strangers.

I'm not a stranger...

Just a friend.

I'll grab you a card.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Round of drinks to the hottest ladies here, on the house.

Amazing. Your girl's about to brown-out tonight.

Mon ami.

You good? You want a different drink?

- Yeah, more like ten. - One of those days, oui?

Man trouble?

Yeah.

You want a pic for ig?

Show him what he's missing?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Okay. Come on. - Sure.

Scoot, ladies. Scoot, scoot, scoot, scoot, scoot.

Very nice. Very nice, ladies.

Thank you.

Come on, where is he?

He's not tagged.

When I asked London about him, she iced me out.

Getting to know people like London takes more time.

You have to hang out, party with her.

- That's a great idea. - What is?

- Throwing a house party. - A house party?

My aunt Carmen left me the keys for the weekend.

Why don't we throw it at hers?

No. That is madness.

Just hear me out.

London invites everyone she knows

and hopefully that includes neck tattoo.

And what do you plan to do if he comes?

- Kill him? - No. I'll, I'll get to know him.

I'll, I'll learn about the other 11 and...

it is very risky, Dani.

Lovely, she's my only lead.

She knows a man who killed my family.

I don't know when she'll be back here,

when I'll have a chance like this again.

I can help with music, ask Marcus d to spin.

Because you are my finest ladies,

I was able to comp you a bottle of our finest vodka.

- Bitch what? - Ooh!

- There you go. - Thank you.

What are you all up to tomorrow night?

We're throwing a party.

- Where? - Miami shores.

Invite friends, your guys, whoever.

It's too far.

We're in the gables.

Too far if Marcus d is spinning?

- Fuck no! - Wait, seriously?

He's our dj for the night.

Text me the addy.

Enjoy, ladies. See you tomorrow.

- Hey, John. - Yeah?

A fight's breaking out between a bar back and a delivery guy.

Where? I don't see it.

It's in the alley.

Something about boxes of the wrong Tequila.

I'll check it out.

Thanks so much for this.

She calls, I answer.

Okay.

Specialty cocktail?

Rum runners. My dad's favorite.

Hey.

Will you text London again?

I did. Five minutes ago.

Okay, maybe she didn't get it, so can you try again?

You are too uptight.

You need to loosen up. Chill out.

Having a merry fucking time isn't the point.

- That's not what I said. - The point

is to get that stuck-up bitch to come to a party

and give me the name of the guy who killed...

I know... what you want.

But acting this way in anger...

People can feel it and it will push them away.

It will push London away.

It feels wrong to have a good time.

My family's dead.

I understand.

But... it is important to remember something else.

What?

As wrong as it may feel...

the dead do not want us to stop living.

Up bottoms.

I think you mean "bottoms up."

Oui. Bottoms up.

- Hi. - Hello.

What are you doing?

Putting these in order.

Can I help?

So, it's by date?

A 1979 "lodger" album by David bowie. It...

this is so hard to find.

I love bowie.

My uncle Johnny introduced me to his music.

- I'm obsessed. - He's fine.

Fine?

- What's your name? - Stanley cheri.

Okay. Stanley cheri. I'm Willow, by the way.

You need to understand that bowie is the musical genius

of our parents' generation.

No. That would be Kenny loggins.

Who's that?

The godfather of yacht rock.

He collaborated with Michael McDonald.

Who is this little fella?

Mouser.

Hi.

He's so cute.

Can I pet him?

London! Come on in.

Get the fuck out.

Marcus d, let's go!

My god.

Dani, from ocean 10.

Yeah, bar back girl.

Wow, I did not recognize you.

Just you ladies tonight?

Yes. Fuck boys tonight.

Which means, no fuck boys tonight.

- Sick dress. - Merci.

She did not invite neck tattoo.

Not yet.

Can you distract them for me?

Of course.

Ladies.

- Rum runners? - Yes!

Like, what is this, 24k?

Fuck fuck boys tonight.

- Right? - That's right.

Fuck boys tonight.

My god, this is delicious.

Made 'em myself.

A keys specialty.

- Are you from there? - Yeah.

My dad grew up there, too.

- To the keys! - To the keys!

To the keys. To the keys.

- Shots? - I thought you'd never ask.

Let's fucking go.

Hey!

- You made it. - Hey.

Hey!

What are you doing here?

She didn't know you invited me?

She does now.

She said she told you.

I'm not a stalker. I swear.

What's your name again?

Matt.

Well, you can stalk me.

This much.

MDMA. Pure.

Let's fucking party.

What? Have you never done Molly?

So, this is my personal stash,

but I have testing strips if you're worried.

Testing strips?

To make sure they're fentanyl-free.

My god, hey, this is like a fucking book club up in here.

You guys, I think we're gonna bounce.

Like, this is sort of... hang on a sec!

We're down. Aren't we?

Very down.

Yeah. Get out the strips.

Get out the strips.

Fenty free.

Thank you.

Elias Perez.

Who the fuck are you?

Boris federov.

Why are you here?

Kazimir petrovsky.

- Where is he? - Don't know him.

Certainly not in the way I know you, Elias Perez?

You shop at presidente supermarket?

You frequent public library on west flagler?

But not knowing kazimir, that is lie. How I know this?

How I know this?

I have signals, intelligence.

Put you with kazimir the night he die.

Unhappy coincidence.

Let us see if that is your answer

when pyotr peels off your eyelids.

Sdelay eto seychas.

No!

Leave. Now.

Or he gets shot.

Kill pyotr if you must.

Advance.

Get him, you idiot.

Ostav' yego.

Congratulations.

You pass trial.

- Trial? - Dah.

I hear rumor of your skill,

but people, they exaggerate,

so I wanted to come here, see for myself.

You are as advertised.

Take job with me.

Why would I do that?

There is no job security working for you.

No job security?

No job... That's a good one. That's good. I like.

Yeah.

Many men serve me, Elias,

but none like you.

You think about it, Elias Perez?

Alright, let's go.

Send clean-up team.

- Hey, yo. - Hey, there it is, man.

- Yeah. - Totally, man!

Thanks for getting me in, man!

Let's fucking go!

My god.

You're so beautiful.

No. You are.

No, but you're like... you're, like, natural.

You're both beautiful.

We are all beautiful.

Yes.

Baby cheeks!

What? What are you doing here?!

- You told me to roll through. - No!

Bruh, you high as fuck.

You high as fuck!

This is already fun.

I will keep an eye out for you.

What was that about?

Nothing.

I need water.

Where did you come from, Dani Cruz?

I looked for you on socials, and came up with nothing.

Okay, you tell me first.

Where are you from?

About five blocks from here.

Native 305.

Yep, I didn't even leave for college.

I'm at.

No, are you a gator?

No.

If I, if I was a gator, would that be a non-starter?

With you? No.

No.

We'd be... Star-crossed lovers.

Okay, Matt from Miami,

does this make you a dolphins fan?

- Tragically, yes. - That's a good thing.

According to who?

Me.

It means you're loyal and an optimist...

Waiting for another... Elusive, perfect season.

I'll take being a loyal optimist.

Sadly, there will never be another Marino.

61,361 yards, 420 touchdown passes,

and led the league three seasons in a row

in touchdowns.

What else do you know about the dolphins?

They're one of the few animals who have sex for pleasure.

Where the fuck is that skank, London?

Fuck you and your fucking friends.

- You good? - I'm okay.

You thought we weren't going to see your location on ig?

- It's time to pay up. - Let her go!

Stay out of this, bitch! It ain't about you!

- Hey, bro, chill. - Step back, pretty boy.

Ain't about you neither.

This here is about this thieving, lying bitch.

No, no, no, savo, savo, you don't understand, okay?

I was going to sling 'em, and then I was gonna pay you

- but they were stolen from me. - Ain't that a convenient tale.

No, no, no. No, it's the truth!

Give me my money.

I don't... I don't have it, baby.

Then, your time's up.

Come on, baby.

- We're going for a ride. - How much does she owe?

None of your fucking business! Now let's go!

My house, though, so it is my business.

How much does she owe?

What the fuck's it matter to you?

I'm... i'm-I'm trying to solve your money problem.

Right now, you're working with 50-50 odds of getting it back.

If, if she's lying, yeah,

you might be able to recover what's owed,

but if she's telling the truth, if she doesn't have it,

and you kill her anyway, then what?

You have nothing.

There's a chance I can cover her debt,

but I-I c... I can't do that

if I don't know how much she owes.

Eighteen hundred.

Lovely... bring me my backpack.

Okay, I'm gonna...

Okay, here's, here's five... five 8 balls worth of tusi.

It's fifteen... fifteen hundred, could be worth more

if you're selling to tourists.

No, street value's fifteen.

I don't fuck with tourist clientele.

- You're 300 short. - I'll, I'll throw in...

20, 20 red ferraris.

It's e from Holland.

You could charge 50 a pop.

That's one k plus 15, that's 25.

Seven hundred more than what she owes.

You... you'd be making 30% interest for your trouble.

But you... but you take my deal...

And London stays with me.

Your house, your money.

This skank ain't worth all that.

Hey. Hey!

No! Fuck you and your micro-dick, savo!

London... It's not enough to stem her bleeding.

Take off your shirt.

London. London.

- What are you doing? - Calling 911.

- No! - No!

What? Why?

She needs an ambulance!

- Medics mean cops. - No cops!

It could bring more trouble with savo.

She needs help.

There's a place we can take her.

Maribel!

Dr. Torres! Open up!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

What the fuck is this?

She's been shot in the chest.

Please! We'll pay.

Put her on the table.

Two grand. Cash up front.

I don't have any cash, but I have a shit-ton of pills.

How about a trade,

payment in product for services rendered? I...

I have painkillers, sedatives.

I mean, you could use drugs like these.

- Show me. - She's in a bad way.

Can we sort this out after?

Give me the backpack.

You need cocaine to do surgery?

Oye, guapo, you don't know what I do on the weekends.

Come on.

This type of operation...

It's not a one-woman job.

Tell me what to do.

With those dilated pupils?

I don't think so. You're too fucking high.

You!

Sober one.

- Scared of blood? - No.

Gracias a dios.

Put this on, now.

Watch mouser for me.

Okay, you three, out.

Let's go, I said out! Vamo!

Who the fuck was that guy?

I've never met him before.

London runs with some rough dudes.

Do you?

Look, you don't have to stay. We can take it from here.

It's nothing against you, okay? I...

I've just never seen someone shot before.

Did she make it?

You're fucking lucky I'm brilliant.

- Thank god. - Maribel, thank you so much.

The bullet missed her heart, and this guy wasn't too bad.

- Can we see her? - You could take her.

Won't she need to recover?

My surgery isn't a hospital, chica.

Whoa, whoa.

- What the actual fuck. - Whoa, whoa.

Take it easy.

Easy, easy. Fuck.

No, no, no.

Here.

Dr. Torres says this will help with dehydration.

Who's Dr. Torres?

The surgeon... Who patched you up.

That piece of shit.

Savo shot me.

And you paid my debt.

Why would you do all that? You don't even know me.

You were in trouble...

And I really didn't want to see you get hurt.

You're a real one?

You ever need anything,

and I mean anything...

You hit me up, okay?

That guy... With the neck tattoo...

- What is... - No, trust me.

Girl, you do not wanna fuck Juan.

- Juan? No, no, no, no. - He's...

I'm not, not interested in, in that way.

Okay, good, because he's an asshole.

And thanks to you, I am done.

I'm done with assholes. Fuck savo, fuck...

- okay. Alright, alright. Hey. - I'm turning over a new leaf.

What, what is... what is Juan's last name?

Acuna.

But I'm telling you, girl,

he's not the kind you want to mess with.

He runs with the rojases.

Holy shit.

Only 26 Juan acunas in Miami.

Priorities, Dani?

- Aunt Carmen will be home soon. - Alright.

Psst. Thank you.

For what?

Last night... you saved me.

We are cousins.

What are you doing here?

I saw the yard needed to be cleaned up

when I dropped y'all off so...

Didn't want to leave anyone hanging.

I figured you'd be running for the hills after last night.

It was wild.

I mean, I've seen some shit, but that was... next level.

You are next level.

All I did was solve a problem.

And you saved a life.

We did that together.

Looks worse than when Wilma blew through.

I can stay and help.

Okay. Cool.

You mind smashing these up into a fine powder?

Why?

Need them to look like confiscated drugs from the club.

Won't whoever's doing them notice?

No one's snorting these. It's destined to be tossed.

This is... This is a weird date.

Who says this is a date?

How'd it go?

Great. Fed all living organisms.

How was the conference?

Good.

Thanks for letting me crash.

If you ever need me to house-sit again, let me know.

I'll see you at work.

Dani.

My security cameras mysteriously malfunctioned.

And my out-of-town neighbors three doors down

have trash cans full of red cups.

I had some people over.

- I'm sorry. - So am I.

If I can't trust you, I can't have you staying in my place.

- This was a test? - Yeah.

I wish you would have told me that.

Shouldn't have to.

Trust is earned.

You see this one?

He is so into you.

Poor baby.

Ooh.

What about you and Marcus d?

We are friends.

He definitely wants more than friendship.

Don't they all?

Now who's the poor baby?

Any boy brave enough to try to catch you or me.

Stan... the man!

That girl is cute!

Mouser and I had a good time.

I'm hungry.

What are you doing?

Making an altar.

My first American house party

with my first American friend.

Thank you for helping me with the party.

And... I never would have gotten Juan's name

without your help.

What will you do now?

Find Juan and kill him.