How do you know my friend?
She was an accomplice of a drug dealer, Santiago Fisterra.
It's always the same, Patricia. Birds of a feather...
Are you trying to buy me with this?
- Who's this? - I'm Patricia O'Farrell.
The owner of this phone's girlfriend. You killed him. Remember?
You have something of mine.
And you'll give it back to me.
You wanted to take my place from the beginning.
I have it all.
All our conversations, the reports you corrupted,
the drugs we confiscated that never got here.
You wanna sink your teeth into the hashish business, and don't know how.
I know how.
A year in prison at the most.
And when I get out, five million euros and a clean record.
You'll make the sharks happy and buy my silence.
I want it in writing.
This is the half of the load we lost years ago.
We did our part. Now you'll have to figure out how to take this ashore.
Let's intercept them, they're about to load the drug.
Full speed!
- Where are the Russian and Paty? - I don't know anything!
Bird One to White Wolf.
There's a boat on the perimeter heading to coast at full speed.
Initiate persecution.
- We couldn't find a single ounce. - Right.
So you got the 1,100 pounds of cocaine back, uh?
You really think we can load 1,100 pounds of cocaine in that little boat?
- And who are you? - Teresa Mendoza.
- Mexicana. - Yes.
Right.
Who are you, my new pain in the ass? Where's Commissioner Juarez?
I don't know how you did it.
But if you sell those 1,100 pounds on the streets, I'll eventually find out.
You planned really well how to recover the half a ton.
Too well.
And you didn't do it.
No. Your thing is your clumsiness.
If you were a strategist, you wouldn't have killed her boyfriend
and the customs officers without getting their hiding place first.
Was it you, Patricia?
I don't think so. Too much frivolity.
You only knew the hiding place, right?
There's only one possibility left.
- Was it you, Mexicana? - Mr. Commissioner.
If you didn't find anything, get out.
It was definitely you.
You'll hear from me. Let's go, guys.
Send my regards to Commissioner Juarez.
I thought he would come with you.
Your plan was a success, Mexicana. Right, Oleg?
You're good at calculating risks. How did you know?
Actually, they have been following us for three days.
That's why I asked to change the boat.
Because in a Zodiac, leaving just as the bait boat arrived,
there was no way the police could detect us.
You know every inch of the strait.
Like the palm of my hand.
You just made six million euros. And gained the right to live.
We did it, Mexicana!
God, all those years waiting in jail finally paid off.
This is awesome, Mexicana!
How come we didn't save a pound for ourselves?
- Patricia... - Okay, I'm kidding.
Where's the champagne?
You shouldn't stick your nose in the blow.
I'll go get it.
Excuse her, please.
Six million euros. In cash.
Say something.
I've never seen so much money in one place.
You surprised me, which isn't easy.
You did business with me when you knew I could kill you.
You proposed to work together in the hashish route,
and you came up with that plan to get the drug out of the cave.
I've only met a few people with such courage, Tessa.
My name is Teresa.
I'm Russian. I can't pronounce the "R" well.
Tessa is fine, then.
I'll tell you what.
I call you Tessa, you call me Oleg.
All right... Oleg.
We'll do good business together.
Like in that movie I like so much, where in the end the hero tells his enemy:
What did he say?
"This is the beginning of our friendship."
Shall we celebrate?
Of course, why not?
Here.
- To you, Mexicana. - Cheers.
To the six... million euros.
So, La Mexicana's back to business.
Old sea wolf.
And now she's with the enfant terrible of the O'Farrells.
And with the Russian mob chief of Costa del Sol.
They clearly did something right and we didn't.
We couldn't find a single ounce.
Teresa Mendoza.
La Mexicana.
Not only is she free, she's now with the Russian.
They don't trust their own mother when it comes to collect.
I wouldn't trade places with any of the Mexican's enemies,
when she starts collecting on all those who betrayed her and El Gallego.
- Why are you being loud? - Because God gave me a great voice!
Manolo! A round.
Okay, but don't tell the others I'm going, I wanna surprise them.
I'm so happy!
I thought you'd never come back to Melilla!
Well, finally good news!
Of course! See you tonight.
- Was that La Mexicana? - Yeah, so what?
What... what did she say?
Nothing, just girl talk.
Why the long face?
I don't understand why you must go today to visit that poor Moor.
To that town that's neither Morocco, Spain, nor anything.
That "poor Moor" was the first friend I ever had when I came to this country.
She's been an unconditional friend, and we've been through a lot together.
And you haven't been through a lot with me?
Wasn't today important for us, Mexicana?
We gained our independence, we're two free women!
- And you don't wanna celebrate with me. - I do!
You're jealous, aren't you?
It's not jealousy. It's... How can I say this?
Look. We succeeded today. So we're like the Count of Monte Cristo.
Rich and powerful.
We can change our names, return in triumph and take revenge on our enemies!
Cut down on the coke, you don't know what you're saying.
Whatever. I'll go to Malaga tomorrow and buy the entire Larios Street.
You've lost your mind, Lieutenant.
Besides, you're high as a kite. I can't take you seriously.
Look, I'm only going for two days, okay?
When I get back, we have to schedule the route for the hashish I owe Oleg.
We can go wherever you want when I get back, okay?
Cheer up. I love you. Take care.
And please, cut down on the blow.
You just don't get it, Mexicana.
You leave when I need you the most.
But... Lobato, the journalist?
Yes. He was with the pilot of a Coast Guard helicopter.
I've seen him before.
Well, he was on that operation and he recognized her.
You know what the journalist says? It's crystal clear.
La Mexicana is with the Russians.
Can you imagine what could happen to us if La Mexicana's with the Russians?
Wait, wait. What do you mean "us"?
The problem is not mine, it's yours.
Let's see. If El Gallego is dead,
and if La Mexicana's been in jail, it's your problem because it's your fault.
She saw you here negotiating, right? I'm clean, I have no part in this.
You're not clean, asshole!
What are you saying, Dris?
You came up with the trap. You sold El Gallego.
La Mexicana's been in jail because of you too.
Let me tell you, Dris.
If the Russians ever catch me, I swear I'll sing like a bird.
And I'll make sure they know you were the one who planned all this.
That you're the brain in this operation. I swear.
Look, Dris...
Look. We have to think of something.
We have to. The Russians must be looking for us, please, Dris!
Are you really serious? Are you really scared of that woman?
She's just a beaner. She came here two days ago, terrified and starving.
And now she works for Russians, right? Yeah, for Russians.
But she's just their maid, okay? She just cleans their floors.
Fatima?
Fatima, come here.
Get a bottle of whisky for these assholes, they made my day.
It's on the house. Their story just made my day.
Russians stories...
I'll get it right away, don't worry.
The Russians... You know who the Russians are?
Okay, come to the light so I can see you.
Turn around.
You're nothing but a vulgar cashier in a lowlife bar,
and I'm the most powerful man in Melilla, and you had the guts to humiliate me!
Don't ever mess with me again, Sheila!
Aunt Teresa?
It's me, Mohamed!
Your mom told me, I couldn't believe it! You're a grown man!
Yeah, I grew up a little.
Thank you.
Here's the agreement.
Now it's your turn to talk.
Tell me everything you know about Oleg Yasikov
and his relation with La Mexicana.
You have no shame. Will you teach your mother to give birth?
I taught you everything you know about questioning techniques, remember?
Exactly.
You know you should just talk and get this over with, Saturnino.
And what if I don't? What will you do to me?
Will you torture me? No.
Will you keep me awake for 36 hours?
Which of the things I taught you will you apply on me?
You know what you are?
I know exactly what I am.
What you forgot to be.
An honest cop.
You're an honest cop because you don't know your price yet.
But don't worry, you'll find out soon.
Soon you'll start getting checks from everywhere to buy your silence.
You're no better than me, Flores.
Just way dumber. And that's why you're probably cheaper.
Hi, Son.
Come here.
A promise is a promise.
Mexicana, I can't believe you're here!
I think I'll cry again!
I can't believe your son is a grown man!
Al least you have somebody to defend you!
- People think he's my boyfriend. - Of course.
- Mom, please, you're old. - Hey, shut up, boy.
Have you noticed his accent? It sounds Spanish.
Girl... I never thought I'd see you again here in Melilla.
I swear I was dying to come here,
but Dris insisted that I attend to some important clients.
Who, Abdelkader?
No, no, I didn't know them, they were...
- Cañogota, or Cañabota, and... - Sergeant Velasco.
Yes. Do you know them?
- Come on, have a drink... - Let go.
- Come on, Soraya, why not? - Let go of me!
You can't touch it if you won't buy it.
Yeah, but Caña and me were invited by Dris.
- Yes, we were. - So, come on...
What's up, gentlemen? How are the Yamila's gems treating you?
- They're hostile. - Hostile?
- Yes. - Chief, can we go now?
We're wasting our time here. Come, Sorayita.
Well, well... at least the whisky calmed you down,
- you're relaxed now, right? - Cheers! Cheers to you!
Of course, man, it's all right.
- Damn it! - What's up, man?
- Why that face? - It seems like he's seen a ghost.
BASED ON "LA REINA DEL SUR" BY ARTURO PÉREZ-REVERTE
What are you doing here, Teresa?
I came to visit my friends, but what a surprise!
My enemies are also here.
Don't you remember me?
Cañabotas? Sergeant Velasco?
I'm Santiago Fisterra's widow.
Remember him? You betrayed him and he died because of you.
No, I don't know what you're talking about,
I've never betrayed anyone.
The problem was El Gallego was out of luck.
Well, business is business, and such is life.
Don't look at me, I didn't know or say anything.
Everybody knew the Coast Guard was gonna be there that night.
Well, they caught him, and as he said... tough luck.
Yeah... yeah, tough luck.
Just like the one that will chase you from now on.
And you, Dris. I didn't know you hang out with these rats.
I don't know anything, it's the first time I've seen them.
- I've never seen them. - Dris...
Always such a coward.
Well. I'll go in there to talk to Dris in private.
After that, I'd like to buy you a drink. We have a lot of catching up to do.
- I have nothing to talk to you about. - Yes, you do. A lot.
Buy if you want, we can talk here.
Let's go to my office.
Sit down. I'll be right back.
She's with the Russians, I swear.
- We know that. - I'm out of here.
Hey... Cañe!
Did you see that?
La Mexicana has changed.
She seemed like a whole new person, that girl's unrecognizable.
I think she's taken matters into her own hands.
Okay, what's up? What's the problem?
Why did you hurt Santiago and me so much?
So, despite the deal we're offering,
you won't tell me who were your contacts and who paid the bribes.
If I talk, I lose. I become disposable. I'm a dead man.
I'm not gonna make it easy for you.
If I help you, you'll end up collecting the money my contacts owe me.
You'll have to do it on your own.
- I'm cut out from a different tree. - Your own mother wouldn't believe that.
You'll lose your fear of breaking the rules soon.
You know what's the difference between us?
What?
I'm like the cork, no one can beat me. I always stay afloat.
But you...
Take me to my cell.
Chief Commissioner is done with me.
Take him.
Enjoy your position... before you choke on it.
Flores.
Enjoy your cell.
Sheila! Soraya!
- Have you seen La Mexicana yet? - Yes, but no.
Yes, we saw her, but we didn't dare to say hello.
You should've seen her, Fatima!
She gave quite a dressing down to a couple of Dris's friends.
And now she's inside with him.
It was all really weird. Do you know something, Fati?
Clearly, Dris has been an asshole to our Mexicana.
- And something big is brewing in there. - I was a fool.
At some point I even thought you cared about me.
Because I cared about you, Dris. I really did.
But I know who you are now.
And after seeing you today with those morons, I'm sure.
Yeah, you were always after Santiago, stalking him, hating him...
What does Santiago have to do with it? You've completely lost it.
Look. Santiago is nobody to me. Was nobody. He's dead.
And you don't care about nobody, okay?
Because of you, Lalo's in jail.
You gave them away, from the very first time.
It was you. And on top of it all,
since you couldn't forgive that I quit to go away with the man I loved,
you decided to ruin our lives. And you succeeded.
You've lost it. You've completely lost it.
Why should I care about you and your Gallego? I don't care.
It's not my fault you fell for a guy who didn't use his head.
It was about time the Coast Guard caught them.
They took long enough.
I know your business, Dris. I used to manage your brothels, remember?
No one knows your hustles better than me. Your tax frauds,
your illegal death boats business...
Are you threatening me in my own home?
Son of a bitch, you fucking beaner...
No, I'm not threatening you. I'm only giving you an advantage.
So you don't make a scene when I get you.
I swear, Dris, I swear to this one...
I won't rest until I ruin you.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Where are the guys that were here?
I don't know what you told them, but they ran off.
Did we sleep together or what? Won't you say hello?
You were totally pissed off, Teresa. If anyone here knows your temper, it's me.
Hey, if you're still pissed, don't even talk to me.
- Give me a hug, I could really use it. - Hi!
How are you? Ahmed...
What? What did you say to Ana? Are you looking for a boyfriend?
Damn Russians, I don't get it.
Hey, partner, jail suits you. Isn't she more beautiful?
Thanks, Ahmed, but jail doesn't suit anyone.
You have no idea how much I missed all of you.
And we missed you, Mexicana.
It was really sad to hear about El Gallego's accident.
We thought about you a lot. A lot.
We figured you were having a terrible time in there.
Okay, we have a lot of catching up to do.
That's true. But not here. Let's go somewhere else.
We close at two. And you know Dris, he doesn't even let us go piss.
Sorayita's right, Terete.
We must tell Dris or he'll get pissed. And I don't want that.
Dris.
The girls and I wanna go for a drink in a decent place.
I guess you won't mind.
No, it's okay.
Let's go.
- See you tomorrow, Dris. - Bye.
- See you later, boss. - Where are you going?
- I'm going with them. - You stay here.
I'm tired, why can't I go with them?
You should train your gorillas better.
First they take away the chick I was dancing with,
and now they push me here. What the fuck?
And now you don't even talk. Why the Siberian dog face?
You should learn to use your ears before your tongue.
Speak clear, I don't get it.
Catia?
Catia? You said your name was Ana.
Why are you here?
Repeat everything she said in Spanish.
As you wish, boss.
She speaks Russian! Surprise, surprise.
And perfect Spanish, as you know.
As soon as we met, she said she did some business today
transporting illegal goods.
She said she was here because the owner, a Russian, was her partner.
And she offered me coke, bragging that was part of the business.
Enough.
You can go.
The coke is ruining your brain.
Paty. It's the last time you talk to a stranger about our business.
Nobody threatens me.
Past never dies completely, Gallego.
It always come back in the end.
Godmother, we're waiting to make a toast.
Yes.
Fucking Russian.
Try to scare me with cheap movie tricks.
Paty...
You're not the same as ten years ago.
To the young!
You chose the worst day to leave, Mexicana.
Your Abbé Faria is dying of loneliness and boredom.
He needs his Count of Monte Cristo.
I miss you, Edmundo Dantes.
I'd like to propose a toast.
To La Mexicana. Because she didn't forget her past.
- I mean, us. - Yes, to always being friends.
Always, Soraya!
To our Teresa. Because she came back to Melilla.
What do you toast for, Aunt?
To the man who risked his life to get you out of Morocco.
To my Gallego.
Who loved me so much, and made me really happy while it lasted.
To him.
- To El Gallego. - To El Gallego.
To El Gallego.
And also to you, for being my friends.
When I didn't know anyone and I felt terrible there.
And to you, Fatima. And to you, Godson.
Because I can finally make your dream come true.
I want you to come and live with me on the mainland.
What are you saying?
That's what I came for. I came for you.
I want you to live with me on the mainland. Your dream.
My friend, my friend, I can't thank you enough.
But you know Mohamed is undocumented.
That bastard Dris didn't take care of it yet.
Don't worry about Dris. Besides,
we don't need him anymore.
What's going on with him? What were you talking about?
It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'll take care of his documents.
And Fatima...
- I want you to work with me. - What, you're gonna set up a bar?
Not exactly.
Cheers.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
What do you mean she threatened you?
She's crazy. That woman is crazy.
She's convinced I'm involved with El Gallego's death.
And with her being in jail.
We shouldn't lie to each other, Dris.
Admit it. You got mad at El Gallego because La Mexicana chose him.
But I'm not interested at all in La Mexicana!
And I've never had anything against that poor devil!
No, the problem is...
La Mexicana needs to find someone to blame.
To justify all the stupid things they did. Santiago Fisterra is dead.
If that's true, she must have an ace up her sleeve.
If it's true what they say, that she's working with the Russians...
it wouldn't surprise me.
What Russians? There's no Russians...
Then why did you come in such a hurry, Dris?
What's the problem? Are you scared?
Scared? I'm not scared.
Pardon.
Hello? Colonel Chaib?
Abdelkader? How are you? This is Teresa, La Mexicana.
Remember me?
Of course.
You're quite unforgettable.
I'm glad to hear your voice. You were always such a gentleman.
Hey, where are you? Here in Melilla, or Morocco?
- Here. - Perfect.
I have... a business proposal for you.
A big business. Are you interested?
I'm always interested in your proposals. When should we discuss it?
Perfect. It'll be my pleasure to see you again.