Teresa Mendoza: breathing heavily Lab's gone boom. We got snitches. Plan B, fast.
Damn it all, Teresa! This was our ticket. Now we're stuck here, clueless. What's Plan B?
grabs Vargas by the collar Listen up, you sorry excuse for a partner. We don't stay put. We bounce. paces around the room
Bounce where? We got nothin' now. Think, Teresa!
throws her notebook on the table Gotta think fast, Vargas. We got two options. Either we hit up the Italians, or we take the ferry to Baja California.
The hell? Baja? No way, Teresa. We ain't desert rats. We need real connections.
narrows her eyes at Vargas Look, you wanna sit here and wallow in failure, be my guest. But I ain't wasting time. starts pacing again
Fuck, fine! Let's hit up those Italians. You better not lead us into another shitstorm, Teresa.
snatches up her notebook and pen Alright, Vargas. First, we need to meet Franco. He owes us a favor. scribbles down notes
Who the fuck is Franco? And what favor?
rolls her eyes Franco is the Italian contact I made during our last trip to Sicily. He owes us a favor, remember?
Oh yeah, the guy who wanted a taste of everything we brought. Sure, he owes us.
leans in close to Vargas, her voice low and dangerous Look, Vargas. Franco may be shady, but he's got connections.
So, he's our new middleman? Color me underwhelmed. How do we even find him?
grins slyly Finding Franco is easy. We go to the usual spot, give the secret password, and make a call. scribbles down the password in her notebook
Alright, let's get this over with. Lead the way, Teresa.
Teresa and Vargas successfully meet with Franco and secure a new deal, avoiding further disaster
smirks That was surprisingly smooth. What's next, Teresa?
slaps Vargas on the back Smooth, huh? Well, Vargas, looks like you finally got your shit together. checks her watch Next, we need to meet with some potential clients.
Clients? Finally, some good news. Where we headed, Teresa?
flips through her notebook We're going to meet with the Rodriguez brothers. They're big-time players in the L.A. underground market. scribbles down their contact information Vargas: raises an eyebrow The Rodriguez brothers, huh? I've heard they're ruthless. You sure we can handle them, Teresa?
smirks Handle them? Hell yeah. We've handled worse. Let's shake 'em up, boss.
slams the notebook shut and stretches Alright, Vargas. Time to stop talking and start moving. grabs her bag and heads towards the door
chuckles You always full of energy, Teresa. Let's get this show on the road then.
grabs Vargas by the arm and pulls him along Move it, Vargas! We don't have all day.
laughs Alright, alright! Let's roll.
pulls out her phone and dials a number Rodriguez brothers, better be ready. pauses Yeah, it's me.
smirks So that's how you roll, Teresa? Phone calls instead of face-to-face?
rolls her eyes Face-to-face meetings are a waste of time, Vargas. Business is business. pauses, listening on the phone
chuckles Can't say I'm surprised. What's the plan, boss?
cuts Vargas off Here's the deal, Rodriguez brothers. We'll meet at the old warehouse in two hours. No games, no bullshit.
snickers Two hours? Shit, Teresa, that's quick. But I like it. What's the pitch?
grins The pitch? It's simple, boys. We bring the product, they bring the cash. Fifty-fifty split. Fair and square. ends the call abruptly
narrows her eyes at Vargas Listen up, you. I don't trust anyone. Not even you. So here's the deal, Vargas.