Femme Fatales (2011) s02e11 Episode Script

3 What's 6 inches long, and drives women absolutely wild? I don't know.
Money.
What's your name, doll face? Lydia.
Lydia Gonzalez.
Don't look so sad.
There's worse things than being locked up on Christmas Eve.
They are gonna come in here and kill me.
Who's gonna kill you, babe? El Jefe.
Listen, there ain't no Santa Claus, there ain't no Easter Bunny, and there sure as hell ain't no El Jefe.
Even if there was, police station? Last place a killer like him would want to show his ugly mug.
Not tonight.
I'm Officer green.
You can call me Pete If you put a "fuck me" in front of it.
Fuck you, Pete.
Not "fuck you, Pete.
" It's "fuck me, Pete.
" You're Fuck it.
Judge Aldrich, the evidence before you documents a close, personal relationship between Lydia Gonzalez and an underworld crime boss known as El Jefe.
Well, how close? Well, the U.
S.
Attorney's office believes that Ms.
Gonzalez can provide a name and identity for El Jefe, whose organization is also responsible for-- Dozens of brazen acts of violence and depravity in their bid to drive out the cartels and take over the nationwide distribution of cocaine and heroin.
Ms.
Gonzalez, it takes a lot to get me away from my grandchildren on the night before Christmas.
Now, this El Jefe, he's been terrorizing cities all across this country, and now he wants to export his violence to Cuesta Verde, but we're not gonna let that happen.
Now, are you gonna tell us his identity or not? If I tell you, he'd kill me.
We've already offered to place Ms.
Gonzalez in the Witness Protection program.
That's if she cooperates.
Then what's the problem? Ms.
Gonzalez? There's no protection from El Jefe.
He can get anyone, anywhere.
Am I to understand you're this man's mistress? Yes, sir.
Don't touch me.
Ms.
Gonzalez.
Ms.
Gonzalez.
Ms.
Gonzalez! Pay attention when I'm speaking to you.
Lo siento.
I don't know whether you're siento, or not, but I have no sympathy for people who consort with-- with gangsters.
You knew where El Jefe got his money from, didn't you? Yes, but I never-- You traded your morals for a life of luxury.
You thought the devil could borrow your soul for a while, and that you'd get it back, eventually.
Wrong.
Now you'll have to suffer the consequences for your foolhardiness.
What do you plan to charge her with? Well, numerous counts of conspiracy, perjury, and obstruction of justice.
Ms.
Gonzalez, I'm ordering you held without bail, pending arraignment.
You're gonna lock me up? You can't.
Maybe spending Christmas in jail, reflecting on your, uh, less-than-stellar choices in life will, uh, inspire you to do the right thing.
No, but you don't understand.
He'll find me.
He'll kill me.
Officer.
He will kill me.
Please, you don't understand.
You don't understand.
Please.
Please, he'll kill me.
I'm dead.
I'm dead! I've got my eye on you I've got my eye on you and a motive too your fooling around's getting blood on my shoes, oh ooh-oh oh-oh oh oh ooh-oh oh-oh I've set my sights on you I've set my sights on you I've set my sights on you I've got an alibi too so don't look around, I've got nothing to lo-ose ooh-oh oh-oh oh oh ooh-oh oh-oh oh oh ooh-oh oh-oh ooh-oh oh-oh oh oh ooh-oh oh-oh It looks like Lydia Gonzalez's pleas for mercy have gone unheeded.
Lydia did try and warn the judge that El Jefe could reach her, no matter where she would hide, and now, her warning is about to be proven all-too true.
It appears that Lydia Gonzalez and the men and women of Cuesta Verde Precinct 13 are about to have a very very bad Christmas.
Which one do you think is the Captain's? Don't shake 'em.
What are you still doing here on Christmas Eve? Finishing up some paperwork on the Burke double homicide, and then I'm outta here.
Any special plans for the holidays? Judson and his wife invited me over after morning mass, but I think I'll take a drive up to Santa Mira.
Family? Girl matching the description of the grim reaper was spotted, and I wanted to run it down.
You never stop working, do you? You're one to talk.
You're the one who's obsessed with El Jefe.
You couldn't wait to talk to Gonzalez until after Christmas? Well, she's being sent down to maximum security in the morning, so-- - Merry Christmas.
- You too, Detective.
Aren't you supposed to be on duty, officer? Who the hell are you? Chris Wade, U.
S.
Attorney's office.
I'm working with your a.
D.
A.
, Norma Swanson, on the Gonzalez case.
I'm here to question her.
Well, you got here just in time.
Gonzalez is scheduled to be taken to Cuesta Verde women's correctional in the morning.
A real looker, that one, too.
Take me to her cell, and you can go back to your funny book.
What are you doing here? I came to talk.
Come on, let's go somewhere where the walls don't have ears.
I know you're scared, Lydia.
I understand that.
But I promise that we're gonna make sure that nothing happens to you.
That judge hates me.
Well, sure he does.
You ruined his Christmas Eve.
But it's our job to get him to understand get him to understand you.
And you think you understand me? Well, you're not the first young and impressionable girl to get caught up with a very dangerous man.
He flashed his bling at you and promised you the world, and you believed him, but I feel that thrill is long-gone now, isn't it? I know a terrorized woman when I see one.
This guy's got you so scared, that you think that he can walk through walls or fall down through the sky like the wrath of God.
- He can.
- No, Lydia, he can't.
He's just a man! Not so tight! He's just a man, a man of flesh and blood, and fear is his weapon-- fear and violence.
But bloodshed goes both ways, and this man, El Jefe, can be stopped, even killed, just like any other man.
We just have to know how to find him.
- I can't tell you that.
- Listen, I'm a great judge of character, and I know you're a good person.
- No, I'm not.
- You feel guilty.
You feel traumatized by the events that you saw, and I understand that.
You're trembling.
Okay, let's take it one step at a time, yeah? If you can't tell me his name, what can you tell me? El Jefe's not the wrath of God, he is the fury of El diablo.
I never realized how truly evil he was until now.
The devil comes in many shapes and forms.
Everyone who knows him is afraid, for themselves, for their families, for their unborn-fucking-children.
Do you know how many people El Jefe has killed? They say it's in the hundreds.
More like thousands.
Ho ho ho.
El Jefe was just beginning to build his empire.
He came to arrange his cocaine supply with the farmers up in the mountains, near where I live.
He saw me on the street one day and chose me.
Tomo mi mano, Nina.
To this day, I don't know why.
Well, it's no mystery.
You're a beautiful woman, and you'd be a prize for any man.
Well, I was not El Jefe's prize.
I was his possession.
He bought me like you would buy a horse.
What have we here? Isabelle Krieger.
You one of them hot suicide girls or just a garden-variety goth? I hear you vampires like to suck.
Is it only blood, or do you like other fluids? Stop wearing black and get a sense of humor, why don't you? Beverly Dietrich.
Says here you got caught flashing your peepers to those Salvation Army guys on Lake Drive.
How 'bout a demonstration? Took you long enough to get to me.
I thought you'd never shut up.
What? Ohh, I'm so bored! You know, you wouldn't be bad-looking if you weren't such an obnoxious pervert.
Is that your idea of a compliment? It's the closest you'll ever get to one.
Oh--ugh! I feel like I'm going loco in here.
What do you want me to do about it? You look hungry.
You want something to eat? Well, you better hurry up, before I change my mind.
Come unwrap your present.
Fuck it.
Did El Jefe ever share his plans with you? No, but I hear some things.
Yeah, like what? He's eliminating the competition.
The cartels, the gangs, the guys selling crack on the corner.
Big or small, it doesn't matter to him.
He's taking them all out.
But what's he doing in Cuesta Verde? I just told you, he's taking over.
I doubt Iggy Bacardi and the other bosses are just gonna let him take their turf.
Olesky's pretty sadistic himself.
Bacardi, Mars, Olesky.
They're amateurs in El Jefe's eyes.
El Jefe might let Olesky has his prostitution rackets, and Mars his gambling, but drugs? No.
The drug trade in Cuesta Verde belongs to El Jefe, and El Jefe alone.
How do you know this? Because he knows.
El diablo knows everything.
Which is why you will never be able to protect me.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, fuck! Oh, for a jerk, you ain't half-bad at this, baby.
Ooh, good boy.
Oh.
Yeah, come and get your reward.
- Really? - Yeah.
What? Oh! Oh.
Was it good for you, honey? How did the police connect me to El Jefe? There were messages sent to El Jefe, that were discovered routed through you to the late Robinson McGraw.
Hmm.
You think that makes me a bad person, but I did worse things than that.
I did whatever he asked.
All my life I've been around murderers and thieves.
Now that I finally meet a good man, a man who cares about me, it's too late, because tonight-- tonight I will die.
I won't let that happen to you, Ms.
Gonzalez.
Lydia, and I wish I could believe that.
Uh, I c-can't.
I'm sorry, I-- what are you doing? It's Christmas A time for miracles.
I just want to know what it's like to be with a good man.
Kiss me.
Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh o'er the fields we go We're laughing all the way bell on bobtails ring Hello? Hello! Hel-lo.
Um Can I help you, miss? - Um - Um Uh, you-- um-- uh, I-- Oh.
Hey, you're not supposed to be here.
What are you doing here? Oh.
Ow! Keys.
Hey, what are you girls doing here? Put the gun down! So just tell me El Jefe's name, and Judge Aldrich will grant you immunity, and won't have to force you to testify.
He can't do that if he's dead.
- What are you talking about? - If I know El Jefe, Judge Aldrich is already dead.
Mildred, is that you? I thought I told you to go home.
Looking for El Jefe? No.
No.
No, no, no, no, please.
No! No! El Jefe doesn't know about the judge.
I told you, he knows everything.
He's not answering.
What does that mean? You know what it means.
What is El Jefe's name? Tell me who's El Jefe! Tell-- The furies! Stay away from me.
That's right, you little puta.
We are here for you.
You betrayed El Jefe! Are you ready to die? Lydia, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I told you, Chris, he'll find me.
- I'm so sorry.
- Now it's too late.
- Shut her up.
- I-- Yeah, much better.
"O, silent night.
" Let's go.
No.
Lydia, I'm sorry! Lydia, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't hurt her, please! Lydia! oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh Hey! jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Merry fucking Christmas.
Jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh hey! Don't touch me, Ricardo.
Just fuck me.
Are you all right, El Jefe? You tied my hands too tightly, Candela! I'm so sorry, El Jefe.
And you think you understand me.
And I know you're a good person.
No, I'm not.
I just want to know what it's like to be with a good man.
Do you know how many people El Jefe has killed? - They say it's in the hundreds.
- More like thousands.
- How do you know this? - Because he knows.
El diablo knows everything.
Please accept my apologies.
I was-- Apology accepted.
Let's go, Ricardo.
Where to, El Jefe? I'll tell you when you need to know that, muchacho.
Take a good look at this town.
It will be ours soon, and they won't even see it coming.
It's just a Christmas song yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby my gift to you for this Christmas my gift to you, December love now that Christmas time is here we should take the time to think about the ones we love maybe life has got you down if you stop to think reach the stars look up above thank you for the gifts and presents too gifts and presents too to make this Christmas that I'm waiting for my gift to you for this Christmas my gift to you, December love December love on the way to you my gift to you for this Christmas my gift to you, December love December love on the way to you my gift to you oh, Merry Christmas for this Christmas Santa's on his way now, baby my gift to you, December love my gift to you for this Christmas - all my loving - for this Christmas my gift to you, December love Merry Christmas.
Kill, Ubu, kill.
Good fish.