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Griselda Blanco.

Her file wouldn't cross my desk

at the D.E.A.

until long after she arrived in America.

She made it to New York in 1972.

She was small time at first, a petty criminal...

just trying to make ends meet

for her husband and her three little boys.

Now, it turns out she was a natural

at counterfeiting passports...

and the local drug dealers kept her busy,

Especially Alberto Bravo.

Let's have some rum.

Griselda!

Where is the rum?

Ah. She found it. Bingo.

The boys will be up in two hours, Carlos.

And you.

Why do you encourage him, Alberto? Huh?

Ah, it's simple.

Because I get to see you.

Where are the goods? He doesn't have all day.

These are fantastic.

You only get better, Griselda.

Well, somebody

has to keep food on the table.

Hey, you shut your mouth, woman.

Well... I should get going,

as much as I would love to stay,

but remember...

If you ever...

Want to make real money, give you a call.

Hilarious, Alberto.

As always.

"Hilarious."

Griselda.

You should know...

I won't be one of your mules, Alberto.

Mules are quiet and dumb.

You don't exactly

fit the bill.

Exactly.

They're...

farm workers.

Peasants.

So?

So...

smuggling is cosmetic.

What's on the surface.

You look good, you do good, no?

In life.

I suppose.

Use women, pretty women.

Models, even.

Looks good, no?

Mm-mm.

Huh?

Do I look like some poor, uneducated smuggler?

No.

I have a kilo on me right now.

Well, flour, but you get the idea.

I found these at the pharmacy,

filled them with flour,

sewed them into my bra,

my girdle,

and I put the rest in my heels.

You're joking.

No.

We'll get a hotel room after lunch.

Only to show you.

You look nice.

What's the occasion?

Why aren't you at work?

I came home early.

Oh. You mean you were fired again?

Just to be clear,

no wife of mine is running drugs

for Alberto Bravo.

I'm trying to make money, Carlos,

get us out of this hell hole.

Well, then, you'll wind up in jail.

I'm already in jail.

I am in charge of this family!

Now, get me a beer.

Please.

Okay.

You did say please.

Get up!

I want you gone before my boys get home!

And if you ever come back...

You crazy bitch.

Get out!

This woman is gonna make us rich.

She's amazing...

Let's get a drink.

You're quite a dancer.

Thank you.

I'm Caroline.

Carolina.

What shall we toast to, Carolina?

The good life.

May we all live the good life.

Look at that face.

Beautiful.

A face that deserves the good life.

Griselda and Alberto made good partners...

in crime and otherwise.

He had the connections, she had the ideas...

like a permanent light bulb above her head.

Every day, she found new inspiration,

like using senior citizens to smuggle a few kilos,

knowing they'd never get searched.

The wheelchair was a nice touch.

And she went back to Medellín,

only now she was the one calling the shots.

She oversaw every single detail.

She teamed up with a local supplier

who was making quite a name for himself...

Pablo Escobar.

It was the early days for both of them,

but the money was pouring in.

Pablo had the coke...

but it was Griselda's inventiveness

that got it across the border.

Bravo.

Her little boys had become teenagers.

She moved uptown

to a spacious new apartment.

And to manage all of this,

she had help...

Carolina.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry. I was hoping not to wake you.

It's all right.

So how was Medellín?

It could not have gone better.

You saved me...

again.

Thank you, Carolina.

Honestly, I don't mind watching them.

I love those boys.

So how were they?

The principal called.

Twice.

Twice?

Uber, of course, has been a dream.

I'm not worried about Uber.

But Dixon's been skipping class again

and going to the tracks.

What is it with those stupid horses?

And he's been taking bets

from his classmates, so...

No.

One more time, and he's suspended.

Mm. And Osvaldo?

With so little muscle, I was hoping for some brain.

The thing about Osvaldo

is he's still failing sixth-grade math.

No, he's in the eighth grade.

I know.

All their father's genes.

I don't want to hear any more.

All right, well...

What are you doing?

You have people to do that for you.

The girl never showed, so I had to do it.

Easy as pie.

No, no, no. Promise me you'll stop doing that.

I mean it.

I mean, if you go to prison...

what...

Okay.

I promise.

You may be the only one

that actually cares about me, Carolina.

That's not true.

I'll always take care of you. You know that, right?

Mom?

Is that you?

My love...

Oh.

Why are you awake, my love?

It's not very late.

Oh, it's late. Let's go back to bed.

You made the honors list again!

Oh!

I love you so much.

You'll be the first in our family

to graduate college.

I'm gonna be the first in our family

to graduate high school.

Say "uncle", bean pole!

Hey! Enough!

He's gonna pass out! Dixon!

You two... Out of my sight!

Go!

Have a good day, my love.

Mm...

You... if I hear you're at the track today,

I'll choke you myself.

And you?

Ay. Just go.

One more, one more, one more.

What the hell? Who did this?

Boys!

Where is it?

Mama, calm down. It's all here.

Huh? What have I told you about going behind that fridge?

Where's Uber?

He's at football practice. He's fine.

Okay, you have about two seconds.

We figured out th...

It's in the suitcase.

She's supposed to guess, you idiot.

Knife, please.

Behold,

the false-bottom suitcase!

Well, shit.

Here's the thing, Mama.

We're not going back to school.

What?

We want to work for you.

Are you insane? You're kids.

Exactly.

It's a perfect cover.

And since you're marrying Alberto...

Boys need a father. A proper one.

It can be a family enterprise.

I escaped Colombia to come to the United States

so that you and you could get an education.

Leave that to Uber.

I said no!

Fine. I'll keep up my side business at school.

And maybe Osvaldo

will learn to read by the time he graduates.

You don't talk to me like this!

Hey!

Shall we see who is getting married next?

Okay, give me your shoes! Quick, quick, quick!

This is so exciting!

Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.

Okay. Enough, enough.

Okay.

Close my eyes...

And...

The lucky groom is...

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Another one.

The lucky groom!

Hey!

This is the wedding gift I really wanted.

Now, this is where I come in.

We got wind

there was a new player on scene.

She had dozens of distribution shops

around the city,

and she was moving way more product

than we could possibly track.

Freeze!

You sure have been flying a lot lately, hmm?

Oh, would you look at that?

Here I thought you were selling Colombian vacuums door to door.

Got at least 50 back there.

50 Ks?

You've certainly been a busy little bee.

All right, let's save some time.

Although, 50 Ks?

I mean, all you really have is time, isn't it?

Give me a name.

I don't have a name.

Shh, shh, shh.

You're making your girlfriend cry.

Por favor deje de .

No una palabra.

Aqui, aqui!

She doesn't know anything,

and even if she did, she wouldn't tell you.

They'd kill her family.

I'm already a dead man.

Yeah, that you are.

So why don't you give me something, mm?

I don't want some low-level bullshit clerk.

I want a real player.

Tell me his name.

Griselda.

They call her La Madrina.

A woman?

Yes?

You have to run.

They have Julio!

Now!

Hurry! Let's go!

I know! I know!

Quick!

Alberto! Move it!

The van's ready!

Go! Go, go, go, go!

Let's go. Let's go!

Ready? Let's go.

The woman was smart,

and when I thought I was close,

she was always a step ahead...

heading to another safe house.

She had 'em all over the city.

Hurry!

What are you doing? Get in.

But-but my apartment.

I mean, are we coming back?

No.

I can't just leave!

Now, listen to me.

I told you I'd always take care of you.

This is your real family now, please, Carolina.

- Okay? - Okay.

The new guy did well under pressure.

He stuck to the plan.

- Get rid of him. - He didn't talk.

- He got caught. - He's in jail.

- Get rid of him! - All right.

She vanished.

Maybe I was too close.

They headed to Miami, where business was booming,

and all that competition ignited her thirst for blood,

and the ideas just kept coming,

including one of her signature moves...

Drive-by motorcycle assassins.

Soon enough,

every cartel in the city wanted her dead.

It was time to step up security,

and she demanded the best.

I hear you might be looking for a job.

I might.

Unfortunately,

my employers seem to die a lot.

Great.

And you call yourself head of security?

I apologize.

They insisted on coming.

Mama's little soldiers, huh?

You got this, right?

Don't need me.

That's right.

This is just a courtesy meeting.

Okay, quiet. I swear to god,

if you say another word...

It's fine. It's fine.

Let them speak. Really.

Well, seeing as this is a courtesy meeting...

Here's my two cents.

La Madrina isn't the only family enterprise in town.

And to get to her?

Well, they'll find you two in your beds

and cut your tongues out,

and you'll never see them coming.

Let's go, turds.

I hear you have another brother.

You see?

Uber's not interested in the family business.

I mean, look at him.

He wants the blonde girlfriend

and to be Mr. All-American.

Rudy's here, Mama.

Huh?

Rudy's here.

Oh.

For Carolina's birthday tomorrow.

What do you think?

I think you've already given her, like, five watches.

Good point.

Where's Alberto?

He should be on his way to Medellín, no?

He must be busy.

Yes... of course.

Those girls certainly

can't pack their big-boobed chests

with my coca all by themselves,

now, can they?

Mm?

Madrina.

I can truly say the pleasure is all mine.

Why, look at that.

Already we agree on something, Rodolfo.

Rudy.

I prefer Rodolfo.

I have a statistics final.

Where is Susan, my love?

You always study together.

Susan?

My girlfriend.

Home.

Apparently she's been spending a bit too much time

at the spic drug den.

The "spic drug den"?

Who says this?

Probably her dad.

He likes to run his mouth after a few scotches.

No big deal. I gotta go study.

"Spic drug den."

Have you ever worked for a woman before, Rodolfo?

Well, with all due respect...

no one has.

What I need,

what I require

is someone who knows exactly what to do,

before I even say it.

Then what you need is me.

Good.

Make him disappear.

Who?

That slut's father.

Maybe this is not the best time for personal business.

Nobody insults this family.

Nobody.

Calling us spics?

We are Colombians, for God's sake.

Why are you still standing there? Huh?

The first order I give you, your enormous balls shrink?

Consider it done.

Yes.

Griselda had a permanent V.I.P. booth

at the club

where she laundered some of her cash,

which meant

she had to tolerate the owner, Gerry,

and his, uh, pink blazer.

- Not tonight, Gerry! - Wow, whoa, whoa...

I calisten to anything tonight.

Relax, man, it's...

All right. Okay.

Uber!

We've been waiting for you, my darling!

Uber!

Sit down! Now!

I wanted to marry her, Mom!

Did you know about this?

What are you talking about?

She had my girlfriend's dad killed!

Don't you ever speak such nonsense again!

Understand?

Now, sit down.

Okay, so...

looks like I just...

I just signed my own death warrant. Hmm?

This is what it feels like to be part of a family. Huh?

One big, happy family!

It's a party, isn't it? Let's...

Let's have a few drinks!

It's a family! It's a family party!

We gotta have a toast. Okay? A toast!

Bring in the cake!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Come on! Come on!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday Carolina ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Hey!

Uber never forgave her for what she did,

and quitting school and joining the business

was his revenge.

He was good at being good,

but even better at being bad.

Shoot your ass! Okay?

That's what I said if I was going to... win.

That's what I told you if I was gonna win, all right?

Remember? I told him.

I told him I'd shoot him right in the face.

The second I get a three-of-a-kind,

I told him there was gonna be an ace.

That's what I said, right?

That's what I told you!

Everything I touch turns to shit.

Even my own sons.

Stop. Stop.

No.

My husband is too busy screwing bra models in Medellín

to keep a proper eye on business.

He does half his drops in broad daylight.

He's weak!

And weak is dangerous!

The D.E.A. is already too close!

They're all over me because of him!

Calm down.

Calm down?

Every cartel in this city is looking to cut off my head!

Huh? Calm down?

I trust no one.

No one!

You can trust me.

I know that.

I'm sorry.

Try a tiny bit.

No.

Don't worry.

It just makes you more happy, that's all.

You could use a little happy.

You happy, huh?

Yeah.

Are you happy?

I'm happy.

Look at this guy.

Alberto.

Dragging duffle bags full of cash

right to the bank's door.

Oh, the bank didn't mind.

No, no, no.

See, they were very happy

to clean all that dirty money.

Dirty money builds golf courses...

condos...

tourism.

But it all comes with a price...

People die.

The violence in Miami just kept escalating.

It didn't bother Griselda so much.

See, by now,

she was a full-blown cocaine addict.

This is ridiculous.

You shouldn't be going to Medellín.

I just want to learn something, Mama.

To learn?

Then take some motherly advice.

Trust no one in this life.

Not even your wife.

Men are fooled so easily.

Women are like...

spiders.

They'll pull you into their web

until you're wrapped up so tight

you can no longer breathe.

She sent Rudy ahead to Medellín

to get things ready.

There was some unfinished business

to deal with.

Welcome to Medellín.

What's Junior doing here?

Don't call me that.

Uber... tough guy now, huh?

I guess we'll find out, huh?

Fine. You drive.

Can I say this is a bad idea?

Nobody gets in our way, Rodolfo.

Remember that.

Nobody.

He operates out of the V.I.P. room.

There's a few bodyguards,

but they won't recognize you as a blonde...

which, by the way, I like.

Thank you.

I'm going in with her.

No.

It's a viewing expedition only.

You good?

Better when I get a drink.

Where's my gun?

Do you remember everything I told you?

Ask me that again. Huh?

Fine. Let's go.

Hello, husband.

Hello, darling.

Griselda?

Who are you?

Me? I'm the crazy bitch.

No, my love... My love, we can talk...

I just want you to be happy.

No, stop, stop it.

Okay, I can explain.

Tell me, rough guess,

how many times do you think you screwed him?

Six. Why?

Because that's how many times I'm going to shoot you.

No, no, no. Griselda, please...

Ay. This was my favorite blouse.

Shoot.

Get in the car!

Pablo Escobar,

now at the height of his game,

as was Griselda,

pulling in $8 million a week.

Truth was, they needed each other.

He provided, she distributed.

Griselda.

She's beautiful, no?

Hmm. If you don't count her dick.

Don Pablo. Welcome.

Dario. Dario Sepulveda.

Rudy.

La Madrina is expecting you.

Please follow me.

This is what I call a party, hmm?

Pablo!

How is Medellín?

Poor.

But I'm trying to change that.

Soccer fields in every slum,

new hospitals,

housing for the poor...

I do admire you, Pablo.

Thank you.

I was sorry to hear about Alberto.

Yes.

May God rest his soul.

We have a business to protect.

I worry about you being on your own.

They've been trying

to put a bullet in me for years, Pablo.

They always fail.

Madrina...

I care for your safety.

Even a cat has only nine lives.

You compare me to a cat, Pablo?

An animal that licks its own ass?

A lion.

Yes. A lion.

That's better.

Huh?

It's time to go.

Let's go.

Just me. You're staying.

I need you here.

To be my eyes... my ears.

I need a drink.

I can't keep up with you!

Oh, really?

No.

I beg to differ.

Tell me what you want.

Another car?

No?

Maybe...

A horse?

You love horses!

Anything! Anything.

I'll get it.

I just want you.

I'm not leaving this place

until you dance with me.

Always the hostess.

Ooh!

Get us a couple of drinks.

About nine months went by.

Dario found a way to stick around.

Make up your mind. This boob or that one.

Huh?

You'd think

it would be like riding a bike, no?

Sorry, sorry.

Where have you been?

Traffic was horrible.

Congratulations.

I overheard a nurse talking about his penis.

Oh. It's enormous.

He's a Sepulveda, hmm?

Michael Corleone...

Michael Corleone?

Really?

Yes. From The Godfather.

What, you don't like it?

No, I love it.

Al Pacino may not.

Al Pacino, I love him.

I could kill for a bump right now.

Griselda...

you're breastfeeding.

So?

Oh, my Uber.

And I'm back.

So is everything set for tomorrow?

Got ourselves a regular war wagon.

Someone care to fill me in?

Don't pout, Rodolfo.

It was my idea.

We're taking out her enemies.

Tch! All of them.

Finally...

a husband who supports me.

The D.E.A.'s practically in our backyard.

We agreed this is not the best time to advertise.

I don't care.

I want all of my enemies out of this city

once and for all.

What can I say?

She always gets what she wants.

Fine. Who's your team?

Paco and Diego.

And Dixon.

No more weakness...

isn't that right, Michael?

Tomorrow, we slit their throats

and feed them their own testicles.

Any more questions?

Huh?

Good.

Now, Carolina, take another photo.

Get in, Rodolfo, and smile.

Quick, Carolina.

Okay.

Ready?

Say "cheese."

and driver Juan Hernandez were gunned down

in what has now been termed...

The Dadeland Massacre changed everything.

The recent surge of drug-related violence...

It turned a sleepy beach town into a war zone.

People wanted justice.

The heat was on to nail her for it.

I started with Mr. Pink Blazer, Gerry,

owner of the club.

You hear that? Hmm?

Broad daylight.

Come on, man.

Give me something on your best customers.

Tell me more about Rudy.

I can't.

She said she'd kill my girlfriend.

Oh, well, from what I hear,

she'll do a lot more than just that.

See, I got you, Gerry.

The laundering alone

will get you 10 in Dade County...

so talk.

I can't. I can't.

You can't?

Your girlfriend...

Maria, right?

Works at that crappy blues bar down by the water?

Oh, you son of a...

No, no, no. I get it. I get it.

I do.

You know, I mean...

I'd be worried too...

just thinking about her leaving late at night.

Tough neighborhood.

All sorts of shit can go wrong down there.

Too dark...

wrong red...

Too ugly.

Carolina, how could you let me buy these?

I thought you loved me.

But you always look pretty to me.

You've been smoking too many bazukos, huh?

I still want to look beautiful for him.

Dario?

Michael.

Dario...

he used to be fun.

It never lasts.

I want to have fun.

I won't screw up with Michael.

I can't...

not like with the others.

He's the only thing I have left...

my baby boy.

Maybe you should fire them.

Stop.

Fire them?

I can't fire my babies.

I always try to teach them right from wrong.

That's what mothers do.

Especially Uber.

Ay, my little Uber.

Call yourself their mother again...

and I'll strangle you with these pearls.

You should see your face.

Ay! I forgive you.

Darling!

Isn't this nice?

Let's go out.

I feel like tearing up this town.

Mm, before or after you smoke more coke, huh?

See what I mean, Carolina?

Huh? No fun at all.

Boring!

Lovely.

I'm going to bed.

Good.

Let's go out.

I'm fed up of being cooped up in this house.

Sure. Dancing?

We could go to Casanova's.

No, no. Let's do something different.

Like... what?

Who owes us money?

I'm just thinking about the future, my love.

You should find

a respectable girl,

one from a good family.

Respectable?

Mama, is that what you're worried about?

Like that one from high school.

What was her name?

The blonde.

Susan!

I saw a picture of her in the paper.

She married some football player,

already has two little kids.

They're so adorable, I could have eaten them up.

So cute!

Where'd you get that,

by the way?

It's very nice.

I'm...

Oh, you know, I'm here to collect, Tom.

Collect what?

You owe La Madrina 380 grand.

What are you talking about?

She owes us.

Could that be true?

I don't know. Maybe.

If you could just... Wait.

I could show you the bank statements that...

What the hell, man?

This is how she takes care of her debts?

You'll rot in hell for this!

It's nothing personal, Tom.

We're just trying to get the job done.

And brother, she wants your head too.

No, no. Uber. Uber, no. Y-You cannot cut my head off.

Please!

Can't you just shoot me?

No, I can't just shoot you.

That'd make too much noise.

I got a silencer in the car.

Yes. Yes, kill me with that.

Fine. We'll use... We'll use a silencer.

Thank you.

I mean, if my kids wake up to me without a head...

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa. Your kids are here?

They're sleeping.

They... They didn't see anything.

Tom! We're gonna have to cancel them, too.

No. Please! No. Please!

We're gonna have to talk to Madrina

before we do that.

I'm gonna talk to La Madrina first.

Tom, I'm trying to do you a favor here.

See this crazy shit?

You want your kids to turn out like me?

I don't think so.

Here.

Sorry, man.

He's got kids upstairs that are asleep.

And?

Well, he wants us to spare them.

Oh.

What would you do?

I guess...

I mean, they're just kids.

Yeah.

Do you know what my favorite thing is

in Godfather II?

"Don't even leave a seed."

Remember that?

Yeah, I think so.

Vito,

he watches his mom get killed by, uh...

Don Ciccio,

when he was a boy?

Yes, and Vito escapes, remember?

And when he becomes a man, he...

He stabs Don Ciccio.

Yeah.

And he looks him in the eye and he tells him that.

"Don't even

leave a seed."

You bitch!

The body of Christ.

My baby boy's first communion.

I'm so very proud of you.

Thank you, Mama.

Now you have Jesus inside of you,

and He will protect you,

just like He protects me.

Yes. Amen.

Amen.

Sit down, my love.

My friend.

How are things?

Huh? La Madrina...

driving you nuts again, huh?

She thinks she's Al Capone.

Smoking five bazukos a day,

putting hit lists out on D.E.A., cops...

Every family wants to ice her.

What do you need, Dario?

To be done!

I did my job.

There's no controlling her anymore.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

She moves too much product.

She's indispensable.

She murdered two kids, Pablo.

Which is unfortunate.

She needs to be gone.

You're like a brother to me, Dario.

I would do anything for you,

but not this.

I would not be running for Congress

without her, hmm?

Just keep doing your job.

I don't want a scratch on her.

Understand?

Noon on Tuesday,

and "Murderer's Row" plays video games.

Huh! Great.

Suck it, Dario.

Hey, Papa!

Hey! Here's my handsome boy!

You have a kiss for your papa?

Wow.

- Look, look, look. - Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

What the hell is this?

That's Mikey's birthday present.

You gave a kid a real gun?

Nice work, butt brain.

I couldn't think of anything else.

Hey, Papa, Papa, can I please have some ice cream?

Yes, of course.

No, my love.

You've had an ice cream every day this week.

Where have you been, the last three days?

You make a lot of messes, Griselda.

Someone has to mop them up, no?

I pay someone to mop.

Try again.

What is this, huh?

The "Griselda Blanco Paranoid Hour"?

Have another bazuko.

Watch your mouth, Dario.

Say that again. Come on!

Do you wanna be a hero, baby-killer?

Come on!

Get him out!

How's the food here?

Five stars.

Do I know you?

I'm D.E.A. Agent Jimmy DiPiero,

and I'm on your wife's hit list.

Wife?

Hit list?

Well, now, you're on there too, Dario.

You know, I have been after her for a very long time.

Way before any of this, uh, "Godmother" crap.

Then I suggest

that you find a new line of work, then.

You see, that's why I'm here...

For you to help me do my job better.

What do you want?

Give her up.

I'm the husband number three, remember?

I have no intentions of joining the others.

Okay?

Good. You know,

she's gonna find out about your little sojourn

down to Medellín.

Then what?

How did you know that?

Listen to me.

I can get him out. Michael.

Before he turns out like his brothers.

You can't.

I can. I can.

And you can start over.

The two of you, in Medellín.

You could have a normal life.

You keep your money. We don't want it.

You'll be able to afford

all the scotch and sodas your little heart desires.

It's your only way out of this.

By the way...

cold cuts at a strip club?

Yikes.

Come on, Mikey! What do you got?

Let's go, man. You've got the most...

Oh, ho, ho!

Oh!

Hey, over here. Over here.

Please, please, please, can I have some ice cream?

Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

Want some ice cream right now, man?

Please, please, please!

Please can I have some ice cream?

You want ice cream?

- Yeah. - What would Mom say, huh?

- Yeah! - She would say yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, what do we say? Please?

Please? Please!

Okay, all right.

I'll get you some ice cream, kid.

Get something good, too, all right?

Hey. Go... Go with him.

Oh, come on.

The kid barely gets to go outside.

Let him get some frickin' ice cream.

All right. Well, hit this right here.

Oh!

Ooh!

Remember that guy that came through one time...

at the house?

Remember those days?

Did you guys want some ice cream?

Michael! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Aah!

Dario...

Our baby is gone.

He's gone!

We'll find him.

And God will help us.

Mama.

Shut up!

Shut your mouth!

You stupid worthless pieces of shit!

You couldn't even keep an eye on your own flesh and blood?

Get out!

Get out of my sight!

Stop. Stop.

Stop.

Shh, shh.

Shh...

We'll turn over every stone in this town.

And whoever took him...

Listen to me.

Whoever took him...

Will feel 20 bullets in their back.

I promise.

Hmm?

I'll be in contact as soon as I can.

This is your fault.

It's been three weeks.

Right.

There's a van at the gate.

Calm down.

It's a shipment.

Somebody needs to keep watching the business.

I have something for her.

Go.

Come on, come on, come on. Yeah.

Go, go, go, go!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Goal!

You play amazing, huh?

Thank you, Papa.

I'm so proud of you.

Come on. Let's go.

See you. He's my son. Four goals!

What's wrong, Papi?

Nothing.

I love you, Michael.

I love you very much.

Always remember that.

Now we're going to play a game.

Papi has to leave, and you can't go with him.

So you must stay in the car,

look straight ahead...

close your eyes,

cover your ears...

and don't look back.

Okay.

Rudy!

Hey, little man!

Let's go back home, huh?

Carolina?

Carolina?

Carolina!

Carolina!

Oh, I love you so much.

Look.

With Michael back and Carolina gone,

there was just no reason to stay.

They got the hell out of Miami.

Dammit!

She wasn't there, Gerry.

Vanished. Poof.

So I tell you what.

Look at this, huh. Hmm?

You help me...

you help me.

Understand what it is like to be a respectable man...

Even if it is for your last few miserable days

on Earth.

L.A.

They're laying low in L.A., okay?

So much for "laying low in L.A."

- Yeah! - Whoo!

Boys might as well have rented a billboard.

Hey!

Girls, why don't you get out?

Move!

Round 'em up.

You know it only took one phone call

to find you boys?

So how's Mom these days, huh?

Now, I won't waste my time asking where she is,

because you don't know.

- Of course we do. - Oh, no, no, no.

No.

No, you don't.

No, she's too smart for that.

I'm guessing you don't even know her number...

Hmm?

Because she knows

that if I was ever across from you spineless idiots...

you'd crumble.

I'm guessing

at least your babysitter knows how to lay low, huh?

I said no calls.

Yes. Yes, I know.

But there's...

two homeless guys sniffing around your car, and...

Hello?

Freeze! Get your hands up!

Get down! Get down on the ground!

Now! Now!

That's right, I got you,

you son of a bitch.

Thank you for calling the Beverly Hills Suites.

The guest you are trying to reach

is not available.

Federal Agents! Open up!

Finally.

Open up, Griselda!

Griselda.

Yes.

Go on. Shoot.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You know, I can't say

that gray is your color, Madrina.

Gray is nobody's color.

I also, uh... I brought you these,

the ones you wanted from your apartment.

Thanks.

Thank you very much.

I suppose

this must be awkward for you, no?

Oh? How's that?

Well, we've been enemies for years.

Both out for blood.

Yeah. True.

And here we are...

You seem comfortable.

I'm used to it.

Michael will be taken care of.

Of course he will.

Legally, he goes to Dario's sister in Miami,

a preschool teacher who never swears.

Safe and very, very sound.

No leverage there, James.

It's Jimmy.

I prefer James.

Okay.

Well, why don't we talk about your pal, Rudy?

My driver?

What does he know?

Oh, a lot, apparently.

You see, he's cutting a deal with the D.A.

right now,

and he is gonna be a witness for the prosecution, Griselda.

You're screwed,

and so are your boys.

They are gonna have you stand trial

in Miami.

Why Miami?

Well, for murder.

The only way you get out of this is in a pine box.

Unless, of course,

you start talking to me.

We are talking.

Tell me about some of your friends,

friends that matter.

You underestimate me.

You think I fear prison?

No.

I've been in one since the day I was born.

Keep it.

Consider it a gift.

A gift?

No.

Gifts are for friends.

Are we friends now, James?

You know, if I didn't know any better,

Madrina,

I would swear you are flirting with me.

I'm not dead yet.

Rudy found a way to protect Griselda,

like he always did.

Now, he had quite a plan.

Somehow... it worked.

While other inmates

were apologizing to their mothers,

Rudy,

well, he was having phone sex

with that pretty secretary from the D.A.'s office.

It became a major sex scandal.

It was all over the press.

Miami, oh, they were outraged.

Judge had no choice

but to throw his testimony out,

and although Griselda was responsible

for more than 200 murders,

she only served 10 years

instead of a life sentence,

and after doing her time,

she and her boys

were deported back to Medellín.

Osvaldo was first.

Then Dixon,

and last was Uber,

the only one smart enough to know it was coming,

and he took his fate into his own hands.

And so she ended where she began...

alone in Medellín.

Now, she came back

with more money than she could ever spend,

but it didn't change a thing.

She was still in a prison of her own making.

She started alone...

she ended alone.

She lost everything that really mattered.

She ended up

having the life of an old lady...

Watching TV,

taking long walks,

feeling the sun on her face.

I think she liked it.

Finally, it didn't matter

what was around the next corner.

The irony?

She was killed by her own invention...

Motorcycle assassins.

And finally...

she was free.