01x02 - All Your Questions Answered

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Max: Self-made millionaire
Archibaldo de la Colmena

lived life in the fast lane,
but shunned the spotlight.

A globetrotting jet setter who
loved to gamble and win big,

he was equally at home opening
restaurants in exotic islands

as he was advising
political leaders,

as long as a beautiful
woman was by his side.

Max: So what was it about
American documentarian

Alba Fontana that made
him finally settle down?

- I believe he saw
something selfless in Alba.

Something he perhaps
lost along the way.

And, if I may, the air
of doom in her eyes.

- She possesses
the beautiful look

of a martyr
suffering in ecstasy.

- Inocencia, how old were you

when you started
working for Archibaldo?

- A teenager. I was 16, 17.

- And you worked for him
during his marriage to Alba?

- Yes. Miss Alba
taught me how to read.

She was not the most
patient teacher.

She pushed me very hard

and she sometimes
was disappointed

in my choice of books.

She would say, "If I have known
you would learn how to read

just so you could read tabloid
magazines and the Bible,

I would've never
taught you anything!"

- Why do you think Alba was
so offended by the Bible?

- It's because of what
happened to her, you know.

When Archibaldo fell
in love with Alba,

her tragedy in the
Amazon had just happened.

- What do you think happened?

- She would never speak of it.

I only know the official story.

The m*ssacre of her crew

and the fact she
escaped barely alive.

It's a miracle.

I think those images captured
the heart of Archibaldo.

And when he learned
her backstory,

about how when she was
making the documentary

about the organic coffee
farmers in Oaxaca,

that earthquake decimated the
entire village except her.

Those two horrible
tragedies back to back

and her survival spirit,

I think that was irresistible
for a man like Archibaldo.

I think he wanted to save her.

Max: Did you ever think at any
point maybe Alba is cursed?

- No.
- Never?

- No.

- Hmm.

Even after what happened when
she and Archibaldo were married?

- We all have different
crosses to bear.

Telling the story of the Sisters
of the Holy Tears convent

was very dear to Archibaldo

and Alba, his proud new
bride, wanted to please him.

Inocencia: It is unthinkable
what happened next.

- How did you know?

- Know what?

- That my name is Fausto.

- I didn't.
- Right.

You just picked a random name
and it happened to be Fausto?

You know the chances of that
are like one in 700 million?

- I never thought
about it like that.

Batty: She's psychic.

- I'm, I'm not, not exactly.

My grandmother Mima was.

I only sometimes
get random flashes,

stuff that comes to me
that doesn't add up.

- She doesn't know
how to interpret them.

Like junk DNA.

- Sometimes they're
right, sometimes not.

- You a witch too?

- I don't believe in witches.

- That doesn't
answer my question.

98% of our DNA is non-coding,

so-called junk DNA.

- You know a lot about numbers.

Malone: I trust numbers.

- This thing really
is very uncomfortable.

- Just get in.

- Does that mean you forgive me?

- Just get in.

Maru: Fausto, my knight
in shining armor.

- Are they awake?
- I don't know.

- I'm really embarrassed.

I don't really
know these people.

Can you call me a taxi?

Malone: No.

- Can you give me a ride,
if you're going into town?

Malone: No.

- Can you make me a
coffee? Malone: No.

- Boy, you've changed.
- Sit down, Maru.

Maru: Oh, you're the ghost.

Sierra: You're the
flamenco dancer.

- Flamenco dancer?

- Could it be you don't
remember last night?

- I wasn't dancing.

Was I dancing?

Oh, God.

- Do me a favor and wake
the ladies of the house

and have them come downstairs.

- I can't do that.

- Maru, you're not
among friends here.

- Okay.

Alba.

Hello.

Hello.

Alba?

It's me, Maru.

Hello?

Alba: What are they doing?
- I am so sorry.

I, I never drink this
much, and I could blame

a lot of things but,
um, I ultimately...

Alba: Shh, shh!

What are they doing?

- Your butler?

He has a girlfriend
and she has a g*n.

- Tell him you didn't find us.
- What?

- Go.
- What... uh...

- They're not in the bedroom.
- Where are they?

- I...

- You seem like a smart person.

- Appearances can be deceiving.

- Let me ask you one last time.

Sierra: On it.

- Lay down. Hands
behind your head.

- Okay, this is... I don't
know what's happening.

- This is what happens
when you drink excessively,

k*ll a bunch of brain cells,
and wake up in the wrong house.

Hands behind your head.

- You deserve a gold
medal for even trying.

If you make a move to
get up, you're dead.

- What do you want?

- Shh. Go back to sleep.

Clover: Malone!

Malone: You don't
want to be my target.

Next one, I aim at your back.

You know, if I
were in your shoes,

I would have done
the same thing.

But now you tried it and
you know you're outmatched.

No point in trying
it again, okay?

- Okay?
- Okay.

The worst part about a
self-fulfilling prophecy

is you feel stupid
about it coming true.

And just think about
how stupid you'd feel

lying crippled in bed
the rest of your life

because I put a
b*llet in your spine.

Pretty f*cking stupid,
wouldn't you think?

Now come on, let's go back.

Normally, I'd just
strip you down bare-a*s

and duct tape your mouths shut,

but I think you know
we're serious, right?

Doesn't mean I won't,
if you start hollering.

As you can see, the door is open

so we can watch
you from the patio.

My associates and I are
gonna have a quick chat

and we'll inform you
as to what our plan is.

Now sit.

Sit.

Clover: I've never
seen the point

in crying over spilled milk.

Sierra: Let's agree it's a
little worse than spilled milk.

Clover: Something
felt wrong. In my gut.

That's all I have to go on.

- Well, thanks to your
gut now we're f*cked.

- Give it a f*cking rest.

Malone: You ever done
any time, Clover?

Clover: Why do you ask?
Malone: How about you, Sierra?

Sierra: Never. Why?

Malone: A person who
has done terms inside

tends to be snake-bit,
be wary and nervous,

and willing to do most anything
to avoid going back inside.

That's why, given the choice,

I prefer not to
work with ex-cons.

Which brings me to Ray Lasalle.

- Who?
- Doesn't ring a bell?

You?

This must be what
lawyers feel like in court,

knowing the answers when
they ask the questions.

Ray Lasalle is a
hotshot criminal judge

with a spotless record.

Along the way, he's
collected a few criminals

he let slip through the cracks,

spared them serious jail time

in exchange for
doing his dirty work.

Almost as snake-bit
as the ex-cons,

these are compromised types
trying to get out from under.

Do I really need to keep going?

- Well, depends where
you're going with it.

- I like the story
so far, in theory.

Malone: Here's a theory.

- How would you describe
our working relationship?

- What are you talking about?

Lasalle: Cards on
the table time.

I put my career on
the line for you.

You owe me your life.

Does that make you
grateful or scared?

- "Your career on the line"?
What do you want, Ray?

- See, that's the right
question. You're quick.

But first be candid.

- Well I... I do
little jobs for you,

and I let you f*ck
me once in a while

because you have
me over a barrel,

but if I could get away with
k*lling a judge, I would've.

- Thank you for sharing that.

- The first time I
sucked your c*ck,

I got a headache that
lasted three days.

- Now you're just
trying to make a point.

Sierra: Maybe I'm exaggerating.
It was only two days.

What's this?

- I closed out your file.

Erased your records
on the computer.

Everything.

- Let's pretend I believe you.

- You can have a spotless
record for 20 years

but once it's not spotless,
it's only a matter of time

before some ambitious
do-gooder starts digging around

and finds some irregularities
in the records.

Wheels turn slowly, but
they do indeed turn.

So now you're asking yourself
what's this got to do with me.

I'm gonna tell you.

See, I may or may not
be under investigation.

That means anywhere from
six to eight weeks from now,

the court is going to
hand down a revised order

and revoke your bail.

So now that I know
you're listening to me,

let me tell you about the job.

It's a traveling
show out of Houston.

Diamonds.

They're gonna be held
in a storage facility

in Puerto Vallarta

before they are put on
exhibited for some charity.

- I don't have
contacts in Mexico.

- I do.

None of the principals
will know each other.

- Better that way.
- Better for who?

- "Better for whom".

Let me lay it out for you,

get to the part where
the choice comes in.

You see, I want you
to have all the facts,

at least all the
foreseeable ones.

You want a drink?

- I'd rather stay
sober for this.

- Suit yourself.

- How many in the string?

- You plus two, the
way I figure it.

Malone: That's a small
crew for a foreign job.

What kind of security?

- Motion sensors, safes, locks,
nothing you can't handle.

Malone: And how do we
get out of the country?

- That is where my
Mexican contacts come in.

We will fly you out
with the diamonds.

You, the pilot,
and the diamonds.

- And what about the other two?

- That is where the
choice comes in.

- What if I don't
wanna play ball?

- I'd get over it, but
I'd feel a little stupid.

- k*lling is never
the best idea.

- Human nature is a
fascinating thing.

My mother taught me
to be an advocate,

stand up for what's right,

never compromise my values.

I often wonder what she would've
made of this upside-down world.

- How do you know I
don't know these people?

- You don't.

- You don't know everybody
I've ever worked with.

- You ever worked with
someone named Malone?

- No.

- How about Loba? You
remember that name?

- Doesn't ring a bell.

- Well, that's because they work
in different places than you do.

You know, I didn't suddenly
wake up this morning

and put this together.

I've been working
on it for a while.

And I need a wheelman.

- Why not get a bigger plane?

- Ah, there's
still hope for you.

All things being
equal, of course,

there's probably a way we
can get a bigger plane.

But see, then the split

doesn't make sense
for my partners

or, if I'm honest, for me.

- Why me?
- You have limited options.

I have a job for you.

You're gonna work with
a team of professionals

that I will assemble,
go into Mexico,

steal some diamonds,
be flown out.

You will get a hundred grand.

So what's so f*cking
hard about that?

- All I do is drive.

- Well, that's your
job description,

so that's what you do.

Anything that
happens to the others

is outside my need to know.

- That's the right attitude.

- Tell me about Braun and Loba.

- What do you want to hear?

That they're a
couple intellectuals

who go out of their way

to make the world
a better place?

- Does that make a difference?
- It might.

Lasalle: Why?

- You really wanna go down
this road, Your Honor?

- I'm telling you how it is

because I'm in a bind and I
can't protect you anymore.

This is me looking
out for myself.

Cashing in.

Now if that gets you a
passport and a hundred grand,

that's one hell of a
running start, isn't it?

I got you a present.

For good luck.

- What if it doesn't work?

- Why wouldn't it?

- Like someone wise said,
the map is not the territory.

You must have a set of
contingencies planned out.

- I do.

- I do this job and we're even.

I get my cut and we
don't see each other.

- That's your pitch?
- Yes.

- You have a cash-flow problem.

- Yes.

- And you are under
investigation.

- Yes.

- And you don't
wanna go for seconds?

What, you have another
meeting or something?

- I think you still haven't
lost your sense of rhythm.

I got you a present.

- What is it? A
tracker bracelet?

- Why don't you wear
them for good luck?

- Now or during the job?

- That is up to you, but
if you wear them now,

they probably won't
stay on very long.

- I don't like it.

Lasalle: If somebody
kills your mother,

would you want to k*ll them?

I wasn't too keen on her
but out of principle, sure.

- Does it matter if
when you find them

they're sitting at the
table eating cereal,

or would you only k*ll them

if they had a g*n
pointed at you?

- It would help.

Lasalle: When it
comes down to it,

if it's you or them,
what does it matter?

- Oh, so now it's me or them.

Lasalle: The
reason it's not you

is because I made my partners
understand that I need you.

- And why is that?

- Because I like you.

- Try again.

- Because I have
feelings for you.

Complicated feelings, yes.

- Try one more time.

- Because if they could
cut me out, they would.

So I need someone I trust
to bring me the diamonds.

- But like I said, this
is all just a theory.

None of this really happened.
This is just a coincidence.

- Do not even.

- We seem to have
a trust problem.

- We certainly do.
- Any ideas?

Sierra: Not right off.
- I have an idea.

Malone: Well, take your
f*ck' time, Clover.

Clover: This is only
a theory, like yours.

But if all three of
us agreed to the job

knowing that the other
two wouldn't make it,

then we're all the same, right?

Nobody's better than
anybody else here.

Sierra: So?
Clover: So maybe...

I read this book once...

Well, I didn't read it,
somebody else read it,

but it basically explains
how after you do something

for 10,000 hours you
get the hang of it.

Did you guys ever
read that book?

- This is not a
book club, Clover,

get to the f*cking point!
- Let her finish.

- What if I didn't panic
at that checkpoint?

What if some part of me
knew something was wrong

because I've been a getaway
driver for over 10,000 hours?

- Because there shouldn't
have been a police checkpoint

off an access road that
wasn't any sort of main artery

where you could smuggle drugs.

- What are you talking about?

- I hate having ideas like this

because I know who
they make work for,

which is me, but I think we
should bring our g*ns down.

- Not a f*ck' hope in hell.
Malone: What's your idea?

- Well, I'm thinking that
the cops at the checkpoint

were not in it with Clover and
they were not in it with me,

so that means they
were in it with you.

- That doesn't even make
sense. Malone: No, it does.

It does makes sense.

Ray could've meant what
he said and picked me

as the one to make it out alive,

had his Mexican
contacts pose as cops.

- Or maybe they really are cops.

- True, maybe they
really are cops.

And we could've k*lled you
two right then and there.

- But why there?
Sierra: Why not there?

- There was another dirt
road past the checkpoint.

I studied it on the map.

Maybe that was a
shortcut to the airfield.

- If there was an airfield.

- f*ck, right,

maybe there never
was an airfield

if the Mexican cops were
gonna k*ll two of us.

- Or all of us.

- Who is it? Inocencia:
It's me, Inocencia.

I'm looking for Miss Alba.

Can I come in?

- Just a minute!

- Who is she?
- The housekeeper.

- Ex-housekeeper.
- And why is she here?

- I, I, I don't know.

- Get rid of her or I k*ll her.

- Inocencia.
- Miss Alba.

- What are you doing here?

- You are a sight for sore eyes.

I brought oranges from
my tree, your favorites.

- Oh. How did you
even get here?

- Oh, I took the bus.

I left my village
like three hours ago.

Can I come in?

- It isn't a good time
for me, I'm sorry.

- This is not a good time
for anyone, Miss Alba.

Just this morning,

a t*rror1st group launched
a new series of attacks.

Some crazy kamikazes blew
themselves up in the market

on their way to the synagogue.

There were windows
broken, smoke everywhere.

I'm hungry

and I would love to swim nude
in the ocean like a mermaid,

but first, I have to tell
you something important.

I must get it off my chest

because I can no longer live
with it on my conscience.

So with the Lord as my witness,

I'm coming in, whether
you like it or not.

Woman, you should've told
me you have people over.

Let me clean up this mess

and I will tell you
the whole thing,

from soup to nuts.

- You little b*tch!