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- That's right.

What do you think

it's telling me?

Sir, you have to understand...

Oh, just answer

the question, Suarez.

- Sanchez.

- Okay.

The report is telling you

that the inventory is light

as I am still selling

your product to Seor Villegas,

as you requested.

We told you to cut him off.

With all due respect,

that's not the way it works.

Uh, that's exactly

how it works.

I make a product,

I decide who to sell to.

Right?

You get to decide if you want

a future with the company...

Again, con todo respeto,

if I don't continue

to deliver,

I will have no future at all.

When you needed money,

you asked me...

When we needed money, we asked you

to sell some product off the books,

and not say

anything to Harold.

Now, we don't need money.

We're telling you to stop.

I really don't see what is

so difficult to understand-o.

See,

it's a sensitive time

- for the company now.

- Yes!

We're gonna have some people

coming down here,

and they're gonna

look things over.

And we wanna make sure that

everything is in order.

I understand,

but Seor Villegas

is expecting

his usual shipment.

The Black Panther

is not someone to mess with.

You can't scare me with tales

of the big, bad cartels,

all right?

- I know how things work.

- Not in Mexico.

Well, as far as I'm concerned,

we're not in Mexico.

This is an American company

making an American product,

and I'm telling you,

in American,

to make sure

that the inventory's right.

Yes. I mean, if you can

take care of 35 kids,

I think you can handle

one drug dealer.

- No?

- Comprende?

- Okay.

- Let's go.

Gracias. Adis.

Have a nice day.

Harold, let's go.

Harold,

just so you know,

the inventory thing

worried us.

That's why we came down here

to speak to Sanchez,

just to make sure everything

was on the up and up.

- It's no reflection on you.

- No, certainly not.

You know we value your work.

I was starting to think

it might be something else.

Well, you're hearing things.

He's hearing things.

Harold, when I was

in junior high,

a rumor went around that

I let the lacrosse team

pull a train on me in

the Dairy Queen parking lot.

I hated the lacrosse team.

They were the biggest

bunch of WASPy,

turtle-dicked ass pirates

I ever met in my entire life.

- Here you are, seor.

- Thank you.

And I'd rather give

that waiter a rim job

than eat at a f***ing

Dairy Queen.

- What's a rim job?

- It's when...

Don't believe

everything you hear,

is probably

the point here, right?

Exactly.

You're gonna be fine.

We're not selling the company.

All right?

I'll be right back.

I don't think

he knows anything.

- I almost feel bad for the guy.

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