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THE ACERO DYNASTY
Run, Aida!
I know he's your friend,
but no one working for Immigration
would ever hide this kind of information.
It's one thing for you to hate the Aceros
and another for you to mess with Salvador right now.
How much more do you want?
Just because you work with whores
doesn't mean we're all spreading our legs for you.
I can get whores to disappear with the snap of a finger.
That branding is from the Tijuana Cartel.
The other one must be from your new boss.
What you are is a traitor!
You have something I want.
I need fresh blood.
The kind you smuggle across the Rio Grande.
THE ACERO DYNASTY
You might think you're the pope of Mexico,
but you can't mess with my people.
Then no deal.
You were the one who asked to meet with me, remember?
You should've shown up with your legs spread wide,
yet all you offered was talk.
We'll give you half a million dollars.
Listen, Salvador.
We're not loyal to anyone.
We're only loyal to money.
It could've been the Gulf Cartel yesterday
and the Aceros today.
Tomorrow, Indio Amaro.
Who knows?
We might even end up working for the government.
It's a simple matter of supply and demand.
If you want to launder money or smuggle immigrants,
you'll have to pay the toll.
I don't know where you got that information.
Everyone knows the Aceros are strictly coyotes now.
And that doesn't bring in enough money to pay you off.
Nobody move!
What's going on here?
What's this?
You're the Aceros.
Nice to meet you... Officer.
Relax, Officer.
The Aceros were pardoned, remember?
President Roca himself gave the order.
You guys sure are infamous.
We're just working... er, negotiating.
We'll talk later.
Alright. Carry on.
See you later.
Bye, Officer.
See?
Even the police are in our pocket.
Nothing goes on here without my permission.
You're here in Tamaulipas because I allowed it...
but make one wrong move and it'll be the end of you.
Someone's getting greedy.
You weren't even expecting to receive that money.
This is the last time I play along with your game.
You want a million dollars?
Fine. I'll pay you myself.
I'm starting to like the looks of this.
That's why I like negotiating with men... instead of broads.
Oh, quit talking ----.
You wouldn't want to end up like your partner.
Just try me. Come at me!
Admit it, Daniel. Something's not right here.
Until more evidence surfaces,
Sanchez is suspected of having ties to drug trafficking.
No!
That's not true. I assure you.
Sanchez is like a brother to me.
We found a dead immigrant in Sanchez's car.
This is serious, man!
It showed up in Mexico, too, under my jurisdiction.
My job is on the line here.
Do you trust me?
When have I ever failed you?
Get this through your head, man.
Sanchez has nothing to do with drug trafficking.
The information you saw on his computer
was part of an investigation he was working on.
He was investigating Indira Cardenas.
Why would he be investigating
the head of Immigration in Texas?
Why do you think?
She has ties to Indio Amaro! That's why!
She owes him.
That's why her son was kidnapped.
Then how is she still working for ICE?
Because this is all --------! Just like your ------- PGE!
Is it that hard to believe?
I'm sorry.
First off, we don't have all of the info Sanchez collected.
Secondly, Indira begged me to let her stay with ICE.
She wants to find Indio and I'm fine with that.
Once we capture him,
she's going to pay for all of her crimes.
What if Sanchez isn't dead?
Perhaps he fled fearing retaliation from Indio
or Indira herself.
Maybe they threatened him!
No. Actually, I don't know.
What I do know is, Sanchez would never betray me.
He's missing because those bastards probably killed him
or kidnapped him.
But he wouldn't betray me. I swear.
I was about to give birth.
I was eight months along.
I started getting contractions that same day.
I ended up getting a C-section anyway,
so I endured the worst of both worlds.
He came into this world red, wrinkly,
and angry at being woken up.
Look.
What's the matter, cutie?
There, there...
That was our son Nicolas.
Tickle, tickle!
No!
Get that away from my eyeball!
Have mercy!
What are you doing with that?
Please stop!
Give it to me straight.
Who do you really work for?
The DEA, the FBI...?
We work for Romero!
Amaro dismissed me.
These women are just mules.
Should I call Indio Amaro?
I'm feeling tame today.
Baptize her.
Oh, no! Not that!
Now they're going to pour acid and honey on us, so it sticks!
Damn it, Yemaya! Don't abandon your daughter!
We may not be from Tijuana, but we're responsible people.
Besides, baby...
We know how to do lots of things.
What kind of things?
Lots. Right, girls?
Yeah!
We've got tons of moves.
Check it out.
We can pleasure you with just our feet.
Isn't that nice? You like that?
Once it's dry, you're finished.
That's one pill.
Kids kill themselves over this ----?
Dumb-ass gringos.
Everyone got that? There's no time to lose.
We've got orders to ship.
Chop-chop!
Relax, Owl. It ain't that hard.
Besides, we're all scientists at heart!
You must follow the instructions to a T.
Just the slightest alteration to the formula
and this place explodes into a million pieces.
By the way, I suggest the kid not be here.
The vapors could cause him serious harm.
This is no place for a child like him.
His lungs can't withstand as much as ours.
Who you callin' a kid?
I'm the heir to the Tijuana Cartel, bastard.
I need to know how business is done.
I don't care if it's dangerous.
We're born to die.
Doesn't get clearer than that!
Watch out, people!
The Tijuana Cartel finally has an heir...
and his name's Shark II!
He ain't no kid.
He's a Tijuanan with a mighty set of -----!
As long as Indio Amaro trusts me with the cartel's books,
I'll use that to divert funds for our escape.
Damn ------- narco.
I hope he gets gangrene and dies.
He's so rotten, he could kill gangrene.
Let's change the subject, though.
Thanks for the pozole. It was delicious.
-Wait. -What? What is it?
You deserve a real man.
Jose Angel, you're the realest man I've ever met.
I'll say it a thousand times more if I have to.
Besides, you're still capable.
Unless there's been a gun in your pocket all along.
Listen.
Wait until you're free and out in the world first
before deciding if you want to be with a man like me.
We've both been quite lonely...
and that can muddle our feelings sometimes.
What if we never escape, though?
Hey. Listen to me.
I swear on the memory of my mother, may she rest in peace,
that you, me, and the kid are getting out of here,
no matter the cost.
How?
The Argentinian flaked on you
and if Indio finds out you're stealing from him,
he's going to kill you, me, and Nicolas to boot.
Don't say that.
Listen, man.
We need to crank up security.
Triple R says I can't have my gun on me during functions
because it projects a violent image.
You know, PR crap.
That guy acts like he's my third wife.
He is kinda weird, but he'll definitely help you win.
Winning over the people of Matamoros hasn't been easy,
even though you are Rooster for the people.
If you don't tell me what we want to hear,
I'm going to shoot you as partial revenge
for the death of Aracely.
I need you on top of things, man.
Hire extra guards.
With Indio around, we're better safe than sorry.
And the Petates.
Oh, God. That too.
You know what?
Start arranging things for our family picture.
Bring me the entire Quintanilla family.
-Everyone? -Everyone!
You got it.
What are you looking at?
So in addition to being a traitor,
you're a --- too?
I don't want trouble.
I know you, you bastard.
I know where you came from...
and I always get back at my enemies.
I'm not your enemy...
but if you want to talk payback,
I've got some scores of my own to settle.
Remember that time you locked me up at that ranch in Juarez?
We could just forgive and forget.
Forgive and forget, my ass.
You want forgiveness? Ask the pope.
Hey! Put that down.
Domingo's with me.
What's with you, Doriga?
This bastard's clearly lying through his teeth!
I'm not asking you to believe him.
I'm asking you to believe me.
I have full faith in Domingo.
Fine!
Fine, Doriga.
As for you, try me. ---- up one more time!
Done deal, then. No surprises or attacks.
One million dollars and it'll be like nothing happened.
I'm warning you, though.
If you or any of your "divisions" try some ----,
I'll pump you with lead myself.
You have my word, Petate. Do we have yours?
You do.
Alright, then. Let's go.
My regards to Rooster.
Tell him he has our vote.
You just offered them one million dollars, Salvador.
What the hell were you thinking?
I don't get why you're keeping this from your women.
Wasn't this your mom's profession?
We owed the Petates money, but this is different.
After what happened with Chucho Casares,
we promised the family we'd never return to this business.
Relax, sis.
There are victories that feel like defeats at first.
Hey.
Don't worry about the million dollars.
I can get that faster than you think.
I sure hope so.
Let's go.