CC: TELEMUNDO NETWORK
She may have been very young,
but Cecilia had ways to get what she wanted.
Isa and I had a cassette.
It contained music we wanted the baby to hear.
Cecilia knew about this,
and she decided to record something different on it.
"Music for the baby"
Okay, Farley. Thank you. Bye.
-Good morning. -Morning.
-Did you get any sleep? -Very little.
-I hardly slept. -Really?
First time in ten years I feel like a cop.
-Congratulations! -Thank you.
Look, I spent the night thinking
and I think I've found a way to find those gangsters.
How?
Using the acetone we found last night.
If we trace it, we can find those bastards' labs.
That's a good idea. How will you do it?
I just spoke with Farley.
There's a new technology, tracking chips.
She tells me they're not entirely reliable,
but we can try them out.
-Tracking chips? -Yup!
Okay, go, go, go.
Be very careful.
Come with me to get the permit. You're expected at the airport.
You know what to do, don't you?
I'll call Colombia to let them know you're on your way.
-Good luck. -Thanks.
Alright.
Shipment en route.
Product information.
Drinking time!
I spoke to Zamora
and I think he's shipping the supplies today.
You actually think Zamora will deliver on time?
If he doesn't, we'll be in big trouble, you know what I mean?
If the acetone runs out...
Drake.
-Okay, okay. -Easy.
Why are you stressing, bro? You know we always deliver.
-Always. -It's fine.
Be careful.
Hand me the radio. I want to talk to Isa.
Yes, sir. Go for it.
R1 to Condor, over.
R1 to Condor.
Condor has landed, cutie pie!
Hey, babe!
How's the world's most beautiful pregnant woman?
What are they feeding you? You're being so corny!
You sound like an actor in a cheap soap opera.
Come on, babe. I just want to make you smile.
Until I can see you again, that is.
We're waiting for you.
We're both eagerly waiting to welcome you home.
I'm dying to be with you.
-Thompson! -Yeah?
We're on.
What?
Our truck is here.
Its license plate matches the one you found in the warehouse.
Good. What about Zamora?
No, he's not here. The coast is clear.
Alright, let's proceed.
-Sir. -Listen to me.
These are the chips.
Strategically place them on whatever you want to track.
We want to track chemical drums.
Place them underneath the drum so the chips won't be seen
and they won't come off when they're moved.
-Okay. -Alright.
Let's get started.
Let's see if you choose her, Nacho Montero.
-Thanks, Drake. -Yes, sir.
Are you leaving?
Yes, I'm leaving for a few days.
Alright.
Look... here.
Get yourself something nice.
If you want to go to Armenia,
talk to Paisa and he'll work it out, alright?
Don't worry about that. I'll stay right here.
That way, you can find me when you get back.
Take care, kid.
-You ready, bro? -Yeah.
-That woman... -Let's go.
Bon voyage, Nacho Montero.
With so much to do,
I won't get to see Isabel till the afternoon.
But oh well. Money before honeys.
And don't you forget it.
Okay, sir.
So it's straight to Joe's warehouse?
Yes.
We have to get him the money so he can buy the acetone.
Without acetone, there's no business.
Okay. So what's the plan, sir?
Exactly that.
We go over to Joe's, we get him the money and then to Isabel's.
We'll also stop by the mall.
We're going to buy a ton of stuff for the baby and Isa.
I'm going to deck the house out.
-Lots of toys, huh? -Yeah.
So, sir, here's the million-dollar question.
Cecilia?
What will happen to Cecilia when you go to Medellin?
How should I know? She'll move back home.
I'm moving in with Isabel. You think Cecilia...?
Forget it. There's no need to say it.
Listen to me, sir. Mr. Drake is gonna talk to you.
The witch doctor, you know? Look, be careful.
Knowing that woman like I do, she's trouble.
Really? You gonna jinx me?
No, that's not it.
This is just a warning. It's different.
You know me. She's a beautiful girl.
She'll meet someone her age, they'll get each other,
listen to the same music or whatever.
It'll be fine.
It'll be fine. Yeah, yeah.
It'll be fine.
Miami Police. We need your help.
Yes?
Do you speak Spanish?
Yes, sir.
Great. Me too.
What are you shipping here?
Acetone.
Acetone?
Let me check it out.
May I see the bill of lading, please?
Where is this shipment headed?
Colombia.
Any other stops?
Yes, Panama. It's cheaper that way.
Right.
Okay, Logan. We're good.
-We're good? -Yup!
Well, everything's in order. You may carry on.
Thank you. This was just a routine check.
-Thanks again. -Okay.
Alright, so that's warehouse three, right?
Yes.
-You good? -I'm good.
Five, eight, and 14 to go.
Hello?
It's me. Two cops just left.
What did they want?
I don't know, but they checked the shipment,
asked a few questions and left.
Okay. What were their names?
They didn't say.
They just flashed their badges.
Idiot!
Don't worry, though.
They left to visit other warehouses.
Who knows what they were looking for.
Okay.
The paperwork is in order. How's the acetone?
It's about to be loaded onto the plane.
In any case, keep your eyes peeled.
If those cops come back, call me immediately.
Keep your eyes peeled and see the names on their badges!
Look, everything's fine.
These are the chips and they're working properly.
I believe they're aboard the plane and ready for takeoff.
Alright.
It's a shame we didn't have these
when my son was undercover.
Maybe then...
Will we get a signal while they're in the air?
No, sir.
There's no signal when in the air or out at sea.
Luckily we know where they're headed, don't we?
Yeah.
Colombia.
Right.
Okay, let's go back to headquarters.
Let's go.
Hey! Open the ------- door, bro!
Hey! Joe Fernandez!
What's wrong? Why so serious?
I'm working.
Cool. Have you spoken to Zamora?
He faxed something over saying the acetone is on its way.
Great. Here's the money.
Can you handle the rest?
Yes. If everything goes as planned,
we'll have the supplies in a few days.
Perfect!
Maybe this'll be enough to get the cartel off our backs.
The shipment left and the chips are working properly.
Your contact in Colombia is Major Wilson Lenis.
My agents and the National Police will back you up.
I hope this time it's actually true.
It will be.
You have a ticket waiting for you at the airport.
Thompson, do me a favor.
Ask about Joe while in Colombia.
An agent doesn't vanish like that overnight.
He's either dead or...
What are you thinking?
Someone has to know something.
I'll contact you when I find him.
I'm going to Colombia.
Watch Zamora day and night and report everything you find.
-Yes, sir. -Okay.
Yeah.
-Joe? -Yeah?
Have you heard from the Americans?
I contacted Zamora. Let's see what he finds.
If he doesn't find anything, use your contacts.
We need to know what's going on.
-Drake. -Yes, sir?
Stay here and help Joe with the merch.
Really, sir?
You don't need anything else, sir?
No, I'm good.
I have to run a few errands with Isabel.
I'll holler if I need anything.
Yeah, man.
When's the due date?
What?
Umm... in four weeks, more or less.
Why?
I was just curious.
I remembered Isabel is close to her due date
and you mentioned you want to move out here.
That's not going to change. I'll be here in no time.
24/7.
Please get the door.
-I'll get it. -Alright.
Hey, sir, take some Colombian bills just in case.
-Thanks, bro. -Come on!
-You can't take everything! -You're such a nag!
What am I gonna do for food?
-This isn't enough! -Work for it, Drake!
Come on, sir!
-Joe. -Yo.
Lock the door.
This is all we have left.