August 16, 2019 | 0 Comments
Marcel: You don’t know me, son. Boaz: Son? Do I look like a boy, pendejo? I’m the one who gives orders. Marcel: Not in my city. Not to…
Marcel: You don’t know me, son. Boaz: Son? Do I look like a boy, pendejo? I’m the one who gives orders. Marcel: Not in my city. Not to…
Marcel: I haven’t known Teresa for a long time but I know she’s a fighter. She’ll get through this. Pote: Thank you.
Marcel: I met a guy at your bar today. He left a bad taste in my mouth. Pote: Let me guess, he was wearing a big, black cowboy hat and…
Pote: I don’t know who to trust anymore, Dumas, Boaz, Javier? Kelly Anne: Trust Teresa. She has good judgment. She works with those men…
Boaz [to Javier]: If you lie to me once it’s your fault, primo, but nobody lies to me twice.
Pote: I always thought that one day I would take a bullet for her. I never thought that I would take her place.
Brenda: If you have to choose between me and Tony, let Tony live. Teresa: You are both going to make it. Brenda: I have made every bad…
LaFayette: Louisiana is the prison capital of the world, and just look where the wind is blowing. Our correctional facilities are…
Oksana: Scorched earth won’t fill our pockets. Teresa: And give him another chance to kill me? Oksana: You found a bloodless solution to…
Marcel: Know this Gordo, you set one foot in my city and you’ll be dancing at the bottom of the Mississippi. Gordo: Oh yeah, guess what?…