* *
Guy runs one of the biggest cartels in Mexico.
Gets to be flown in on a private jet.
BAEZ: Well, soon he'll be cooling his jets in a federal prison.
That's assuming we can get him to his arraignment.
(sighs) Zaragoza Cartel
has broken him out of two different prisons in Mexico.
That's why we're gonna make him disappear
until we walk him into that courthouse.
(sighs)
BAEZ: Rodriguez is even better-looking in person.
A lot of bodies behind that smile.
BAEZ: You know, getting him to court could get hairy,
you sure I can't tag along?
Trust me, I'd rather ride along with you
than a bunch of Feds.
Task force leader wants it this way.
Well, maybe I can change his mind.
You could try. He's pretty stubborn.
Thought you were gonna bring me a hat.
If we deliver this prisoner without getting killed,
I'll think about it.
Sounds like a deal.
Everything I've loved and worked toward
is gonna be destroyed just because of a lie.
Look, I-I'm not the monster that they're making me out to be.
Scott is a beloved brother and son.
A D1 athlete with a perfect GPA
who devotes his limited free time to helping the community.
Do you think the rape allegations will hinder Scott's
chances of going to the NBA? Not one bit.
Those allegations are nonsensical, defamatory,
and flat-out false.
Are you saying the state has no case?
I'm saying that Erin Reagan, the prosecutor,
has all but filed the paperwork
for her run for Manhattan District Attorney.
Let's just say this outrageous charge
has been influenced by her career ambitions.
REPORTER: Do you think this case may hurt--
You called an urgent meeting for this?
Lisa Reynolds is tossing your name around like a salad.
It's part of the job.
She's a big shot sports agent.
And that's supposed to scare me?
And before that, she was an even bigger defense attorney.
I've seen her make people in this office cry.
Well, she hasn't gone up against me.
So you're not even a little worried
that she's playing this case out in the press?
And trying it in the court of public opinion? Exactly.
Scott Taylor raped Shayla Alexander.
The only thing I'm concerned about
is getting justice for his victim.
(sighs)
Human trafficking ring we're targeting
is active up and down the East Coast.
The Feds requested our assistance
taking down the New York operation.
Doesn't get much worse than this.
Yeah, they prey on kids as young as ten.
FLEMING: The ring lures its victims into sex trafficking
through a combination of targeted grooming
and coerced drug dependency.
Hell of a body count, too.
And all of 'em minors.
Except for the two dead Carolina state troopers.
They were adults, with wives and kids.
And that was a tragedy, sir.
But one which we had no part of in planning or execution.
I understand.
So, what's the game plan?
Infiltrate the ring
by placing an undercover officer on the inside,
catch them in the act of recruiting these kids.
Who's going undercover?
That's Sergeant Reagan.
He designed the operation.
Well, first of all, clearly you've done your homework.
And it does seem to be a can of worms
you'd like to open from the inside.
But that said, I think it would be wise
to lead with our best punch.
Sir?
Well, the Vice Unit's Human Trafficking Team
has deep experience in cases like this.
I would like to hand it off to them.
All due respect...
this ring's been operating in the city for over a year.
Vice hasn't been able to crack it. I think we can.
Well, not this time.
That is all, Lieutenant.
(door closes)
Have you seriously never watched Romance Island?
Are you seriously telling me that you do?
20 eligible bachelors vying for the attention
of three women, on an island.
It's a masterpiece. Officer Janko.
Do I know you? Well, you should.
Ten months ago, you told me my son was dead.
I'm sorry--
Don't you dare say that.
Come on, Naomi.
Calm down. Don't tell me
to calm down! You lied to me!
I... You told me they would find Jamal's killer.
And today his death is officially a cold case!
You lied.
FRANKLIN: Come on.
Naomi.
I'll see you out.
FELTON: You okay?
* *
DANNY: How was the flight?
Very pleasant.
I wasn't talking to you.
Once we cleared the airport of cartel assassins,
we got away fine.
That airport was the least of your problems, Major.
DANNY: Well, you're looking at life.
So I'd say you're the one with the problems.
I hoped I'd finally get to meet you, Detective.
My condolences on the loss of your wife.
I think you should keep my wife's name out of your mouth.
La Mano Sangrienta is a violent organization.
And the Zaragozas are regular pacifists.
Except for their murder, kidnapping,
drug smuggling, money laundering...
I'm a businessman.
My associates have a vested interest in my liberation.
Your associates are gonna be very disappointed, then.
I admire your confidence.
* *
(engines revving)
We've got company.
(chuckles) Let the games begin.
Shut your mouth.
You ready?
Yeah.
Pull into the underpass.
(engines revving)
(man speaking Spanish)
Let's go.
What the hell is this?
We picked up chatter your associates
were tracking your arrival.
They want to play follow the leader?
That's just what they're gonna do.
Pull your hat down.
That's how we wear 'em back home.
Take them to the designated location
and take them down. You got it.
The games have begun.
Your ass is losing.
(engine starts)
* *
(door opens)
GORMELY: I checked it out.
Vice has had eyes on this trafficking ring
for 15 months.
I didn't doubt Jamie's intel.
Yet they're still active.
And what did Vice have to say?
They said they're hard at work on it.
What do you doubt?
You say you don't doubt Jamie's intel...
Right now...
the wisdom of them taking this on.
Fleming ask you to plead his case?
He did. (chuckles) Yeah.
And I agreed because I think his people would do a great job.
They would.
But there are other considerations.
Like what?
Like two dead state troopers.
Well, that's more the reason to push. Sid.
Those troopers weren't just killed.
They were tortured and buried alive.
Wow...
Fleming mention that?
No.
But I don't know if I would either
if it was me trying to get the green light.
I think you would, Sid.
They're bad guys, boss.
That's all I need to know.
Look, Fleming's great at what he does.
He gets hard, fast results, while other people get...
caught in the weeds.
Well, that's a good thing. Yes, but
that takes a certain gift for tunnel vision
with little appetite for risk assessment.
That's why you still want Vice for this?
You don't want to see your son go undercover
with animals like that?
My son...
or anybody else.
No, we go at them with numbers across the battlefield,
not behind enemy lines.
And Vice has the numbers.
And the chops.
It's gonna take a lot longer that way, boss.
Yeah, but...
at least more of ours will come home safe.
(sighs)
Detectives, can I ask you a few questions about Jamal Wilson?
Naomi Wilson sure gave you an earful.
I guess we have you to blame for promising her an arrest.
That's not an unreasonable expectation.
It is when the vic is a perp.
I've seen the rap sheet.
Then you know that it was a mile long.
So his criminal history means that his...
killer gets a free pass?
No. (scoffs)
Despite what Naomi thinks, we did our best.
We canvassed the area,
but people weren't excited to talk to us.
Ten months is a short time
to call a case cold. Not when you've got
at least ten other murders within that time frame.
FRANKLIN: Because the, uh, seven-year-old gunshot victim,
the woman who was killed by her ex,
man who caught a stray bullet
in front of his 12-year-old-- I get it.
People are killed every day.
Most of them innocent.
And every day we have to decide
which cases we prioritize.
A drug dealer shot in the back wasn't a priority.
This way.
Love what you've done with the place. Yeah.
Well, too bad it's not one of your fancy drug cribs.
Sit down.
RODRIGUEZ: I lived in a sewer for three weeks
the first time I escaped.
Right where you belong.
Mm. (radio chatter)
Just arrested your compadres who followed us from the airport.
Plenty more where they came from.
DANNY: Good.
They'll end up the same way you are.
RODRIGUQEZ: And some of mine will die
and some of yours will die.
So unnecessary.
Then call off your dogs and stand trial like a man.
I'm El Granjero.
I made my partners rich. They need me.
What's an El Granjero?
"The Farmer."
RODRIGUEZ: My father owned a small piece
of land in Zaragoza.
The Droguistas ordered him to grow for them.
He refused.
Too bad you didn't try that.
(chuckles)
They cut off his hand with a machete.
That's when I decided I'd be the one holding the knife.
Could've gone another way.
Mm-hmm. In my village, there was only one
road to a better life,
leading from our fields to your streets.
Well, sadly, that road ends here.
It doesn't have to.
No? Mm-mm.
Hmm.
What do you have in mind?
I walk out that door,
in exchange for $10 million, apiece.
I always wanted to buy a ranch.
Breed quarter horses. Mm.
That sounds nice.
How about you, Detective? I'd love a boat.
Maybe even one for my dad.
You know, like, a real fishing boat?
Couple of twin 1,800-horsepower engines.
Probably gonna need a crew, too.
Yeah, definitely need a crew.
Or...
we can add bribery of federal officers
to your list of felonies.
RODRIGUEZ: In exchange for $10 million, apiece.
Yeah, there is that.
Your loss.
DANNY: Would've been nice.
Love those ponies. DANNY: Yeah.
Oh, well.
Sit down.
I-I don't usually go to parties.
But I'm a senior,
and this was my last Halloween weekend.
So when Scott invited me out,
I felt like it was my last chance to just...
...be a normal college kid.
And this is Scott Taylor?
Yeah.
When I got there,
he gave me a jungle juice.
And the last thing I remember
was someone...
overpowering me.
And can you point out your attacker?
SHAYLA: I can't.
(hushed chatter)
(gavel bangs) JUDGE: Order.
ERIN: It's okay.
Do you need to compose yourself?
No.
I don't know who attacked me.
(more hushed chatter)
(gavel bangs) Order!
ERIN: Shayla, you understand
there are serious repercussions for lying on the stand?
Um...
You gave a statement that Scott Taylor
raped you.
I don't know who raped me.
(gallery whispering)
My grandfather got me into the Westerns when I was a kid.
GATES: The Duke's always cool, but
Dean Martin in the Old West is kind of pushing things. Yeah.
But Gary Cooper, Henry Fonda...
I mean, those guys made me want to grow up and become a cowboy.
So what happened?
I'm from Brooklyn.
I'm scared of horses.
Seriously? Yeah.
People are hell of a lot scarier than horses.
That's true, but I'd rather have a Ford Mustang
than a real mustang any day.
(window opening)
* *
Police!
Don't move!
Ah!
It's time to go.
This location's compromised. We're on the move.
Come on.
* *
Yep, okay.
Rodriguez is tucked away in a safehouse in Queens.
Question is how long it'll be safe.
Well, nobody came or went
from the first location after we arrived.
So no one was followed.
Unless they didn't have to be.
Meaning...?
Meaning it's possible one of your people
is playing for the other team.
You think the cartel has someone inside the task force?
Pretty tough to turn your nose up at $10 million.
Might explain how they tracked us down.
Every member of this group
has been carefully vetted.
Yes, which is an inexact science, as you well know.
Come on, a well-trained agent can cover their tracks.
There's a classified file on every member of the task force.
I'm suggesting we take a look at every single one of them
who knew Rodriguez's location.
I hope you're wrong.
Me, too.
Hey.
Uh, what's your take on, um...
...Detectives Franklin and Ricci?
They're solid detectives.
A little old-school for my taste.
Something tells me that wasn't the answer you were looking for.
I got this case ten month ago and then it went cold.
You don't sound convinced.
It's a short time to give up.
No one said they gave up.
But face it,
ten months might as well be ten years
without leads, evidence or witnesses.
The victim was a drug dealer.
And?
And maybe the detectives didn't look hard enough.
Case wasn't prioritized.
I and everyone in this department
would've done the same thing.
My husband said that, too.
We're supposed to...
serve the community. We do.
Did you ask because you wanted my honest opinion
or because you thought I would feel differently
because the victim and I are Black?
Both.
What that woman... Naomi.
...is going through is horrible.
But finding a killer on any case is tough work.
Finding one ten months later
is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
So why don't we?
Find the needle.
* *
What happened yesterday?
I'm sorry.
That's all you have to say for lying on the stand?
All my life, I've dreamed about working in the NBA.
And then this happened and...
all my job offers were gone.
I can go after you for perjury.
That would mean time in a state prison.
What? Prison?
Yeah.
ABETEMARCO: And at that point, you could kiss
your dream career goodbye.
I'm sure the NBA has a policy
against hiring felons.
They said if I said I don't know
that all this would go away.
Who told you that?
Lisa said...
if I identified Scott,
I'd lose everything.
ABETEMARCO: His agent? Lisa Reynolds...
spoke to you?
Yeah.
ABETEMARCO: What else did she say?
That she could help me start my career.
And change my life.
I want to apologize, boss.
I thought my presentation was solid.
But clearly-- It was.
Wasn't solid enough to convince the commissioner.
PC had a fair point.
Vice's task force has more experience in this area.
Yeah, but they failed to crack this one.
Maybe the problem wasn't your PowerPoint.
Then what?
Maybe it's your last name.
No, um, I know him.
So do I. But in a different way.
Look, your father is a great top cop,
but the top cop lives by a measure
that the rest of us don't.
Namely, how many of our guys are still alive
at the end of the day?
And the bigger the number, the better his result.
You knew about those dead troopers.
I did.
But you didn't mention them to me.
Hadn't mentioned it yet.
And they didn't die suddenly, either.
They were tortured before they were killed.
And now you know everything, so...
you still want this?
Yes, sir.
You know, when the need arose,
your resume was head and shoulders above the rest.
But I almost didn't choose you.
Why's that, boss?
Because I didn't want One PP looking over my shoulder
every time things got dangerous.
Went through every single one of the files.
Including yours.
Says you prioritize results over regulations.
Apparently you have a tendency to challenge authority.
Only when my boss is a hump.
I'll keep that in mind.
I narrowed it down to two names.
Agent Sanchez
and... Martin.
That's right.
I worked with Sanchez for 12 years.
Man took a bullet in the stomach
during a raid on a cartel drug lab.
No way it's him.
Okay. Well, that leaves Agent Martin.
Says here
he invested in a bar outside of San Antonio
a few years back.
Right before the pandemic hit.
Lost his shirt.
That bar was his retirement plan.
Sounds like a person who could use some cash.
Maybe we feed him a little bad intel,
keep the cartel chasing their tails.
Then we bust him.
After Rodriguez is arraigned. Great.
Sorry.
I know he's one of your guys.
Not anymore.
Is Tristan Edmonds here?
Hey, yo, Tris?
There are cops here for you.
Nice tattoo.
That street related?
It is. But I got it when I was inside.
TRISTAN: Officers.
I got it from here, Keon,
you go take your 15. All right.
Are you in the habit of hiring gang members
and ex-cons for jobs? Yes.
My mission is to provide
the formerly incarcerated with a second chance.
Is that how you met Jamal?
Jamal and I met in middle school.
We were the only two kids in the school who loved hockey.
Imagine two Black kids
wearing Rangers jerseys in the hood.
That sounds like a special bond. It was.
We became brothers.
Naomi is like a second mom to me.
I'd do anything for her.
Must've been hard for you to stay friends with a drug dealer.
TRISTAN: I can't lie, our lives diverged a bit.
I got a full scholarship to private school
and he enrolled in the school of hard knocks.
Turned to a life on the street. Exactly.
I can't deny it was hard watching him go from...
my goofy sidekick to a thug.
Jamal had a rap sheet for drug charges.
That's not all.
Jamal was in a gang.
I can't eat this basura.
You said you wanted Mexican.
Yes, so what the hell is this?
Mexican food.
GATES: Man's got a point.
Worst machaca I ever tasted.
Tastes good to me.
Figures.
Güero.
What did he just call me?
You don't want to know. (ringtone playing)
Gates.
Got it.
What is it?
Our people went to the false location we fed Martin.
DANNY: Okay.
And they left a message.
What's that?
Agent Martin's corpse.
My offer still stands.
DANNY: Shut up.
Gates.
This is not on you.
This is on Martin.
He died on my watch.
(sighs)
DUGGIN: This is about Scott Taylor?
Could've saved you the trip.
All I know about Scott
is that he's a fantastic basketball player.
Well, it doesn't make him a good guy.
DUGGIN: Does in my book.
ABETEMARCO: So, uh, Dave...
you were a cop, huh?
30 years.
Some of the best of my life.
I'm from a cop family.
I know it's not without its challenges.
It has its moments.
Yeah, kind of like when you know a perp is guilty,
but they're using their privilege to get off.
That ever happen to you? (Duggin chuckles)
Too many times to count.
Well, that's what we're up against.
Scott Taylor is not who he says he is.
He's hurting a lot of people.
We need your help to prove that.
Sure wish I could help you.
(typing)
But it is time for me...
to take my break.
You're more than welcome to hang around till I get back.
ERIN: Okay.
(soft gasp)
(grunts) Maybe this was a mistake.
I mean, we keep looking for answers
and so far the only thing that comes up:
Jamal wasn't a good guy.
I take it you didn't find anyone on the street with information?
Let's just say Detective Ricci was right.
People weren't too anxious
to talk about an alleged gang member.
Jamal received a lot of calls from this number.
How about we see where this trail leads?
Game on.
How's it going in there, Sean?
SEAN: You can't rush perfection.
HENRY: Perfection?
I'd settle for something
edible right now.
Pop, the master is at work.
"The master"? DANNY: Sean is the cook
in his new frat house.
What are you doing? Ordering takeout.
(chuckling) Just in case we need a backup.
DANNY: Great idea. Jamie. What?
How does pizza sound?
Order me a pepperoni.
With extra pepperoni. Veggie, please.
HENRY: Meat lovers for me.
JAMIE: Okay, fine, hold on.
Well, I will have
whatever the culinary artist is preparing.
(cheers and applause)
The moment you have all been waiting for.
My specialty...
chicken and penne à la vodka...
à la Sean.
ERIN: Oh. Wow.
ERIN: Are those peppers in there?
SEAN: That's the à la Sean.
Smells almost edible.
Who's up first?
This guy.
HENRY: Not I. DANNY: Yeah, Dad,
you, uh, were so anxious
to try Sean's masterpiece,
why don't you try some?
I'd be honored.
DANNY: All right!
(cheers and applause) ERIN: Brave, brave man.
HENRY: Yeah.
DANNY: That's right.
Thank you.
You're gonna love it.
Good luck, Dad.
Mm.
Oh, gosh.
DANNY: It's very clay-like. SEAN: Just a little more.
Okay. Hope you like it.
SEAN: All right.
Thank you. Yeah.
ERIN: You're a good man.
Boy...
What say you, Dad?
Ooh, that doesn't look encouraging.
DANNY: Dad?
It's fantastic. ERIN: Oh!
Wow. Thank you.
(cheering)
Guess I'm next.
SEAN: Pass the plates.
I'll cancel the pizza.
No, don't cancel my pizza.
(laughter)
Got a minute?
Thought you and Eddie went home.
Yeah, she got a ride with Erin.
I, uh...
I got something I need to say.
This about the undercover operation?
It is.
(sighs)
I know you didn't get the answer you wanted.
Less about the answer than the reason behind it.
Jamie, it was purely a personnel decision.
But I'm the personnel.
And my boss thinks that...
you're trying to keep me out of the line of fire.
Well, then your boss is way off-base
and way out of line.
Problem is:
I think he's right.
Well, that just puts you
on the wrong side of the line with him.
You sure?
Jamie, the toughest part of my job
is putting officers at risk,
and in this case, the risk was just too big.
But I'm willing to accept it--
But that's not your call.
I assign hazardous duty to my most experienced people.
In this case, that was the Vice team.
Danny's guarding Diego Rodriguez.
It doesn't get more dangerous than that.
You could've had the most experienced
US Marshals handling it, but you didn't.
Danny has been fighting that cartel for years.
He knows the territory.
And he's earned your trust.
That's right.
And I haven't.
I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
I'm just as capable.
(sighs)
I know that.
It doesn't feel like it, and...
I think I've earned the right to do my job
without you looking over my shoulder.
And so have I,
without you looking over mine.
* *
(door opens)
(door closes) (sighs)
Armored vehicle en route? Yeah.
30 minutes out.
Then we can dump this yo-yo at the courthouse.
Are they ready on the other end? Yeah.
I'm gonna bypass the main security checkpoint,
circle around to the back,
enter through the south.
Sounds like a plan. (knocking)
This just came for you, Detective.
You know who it's from? No.
Thanks, Serrano.
Everything okay?
(Frank sighs)
Have these been authenticated?
NYPD and DEA both authenticated.
And have the local authorities
where our kids are been notified?
Yeah. I'd like to bring Jack and Nicky
home to the city forthwith.
I'll take care of that.
Rodriguez's arraignment is in a few hours.
Once he's inside that courthouse,
cartel can't touch him.
Understood.
This is their last chance to get him back, Dad.
That ain't gonna happen.
(sighs)
Danny, our family's been subject
to threats before, so...
Cartel plays by different rules.
They came for my wife, I couldn't stop them.
Danny.
Don't.
How do I deliver Rodriguez
when it puts our family in danger?
(sighs)
You do your job.
And I promise you, we'll do ours.
(sighs)
It's time to confess, Scott.
(chuckles)
Look, I didn't rape Shayla.
Okay? We had fun.
She was just mad I wouldn't date her.
I'm actually not speaking about Shayla.
I'm talking about... Brittany Campbell,
Megan Lee
and Destiny Powell.
Now, that wiped the smile off your face.
He doesn't know
what you're talking about.
We got access to the campus security logs.
ERIN: All three of those women
lodged sexual assault complaints against Scott,
and, just like Shayla, mysteriously recanted.
Which we're guessing is your handiwork.
A guess isn't evidence.
No,
but the nondisclosure agreements
that all three of these women signed...
ABETEMARCO: ...that were drafted up
by your former law firm...
...are.
That's a coincidence.
We've spoken to all three of these women.
They're ready to press charges.
And we hope Shayla will, too.
LISA: My client
will sue them for everything they have.
And they are all ready for that.
He'll cooperate.
We're still looking to go in the first round,
so jail is a no-go.
What kind of deal you offering?
Oh, I'm not actually offering a deal.
Then why are we here?
To tell you face-to-face
that you're both gonna go down for what you've done.
Yeah, that's a... (siren whooping)
(siren wails)
(tires screech)
Go, go.
Hey!
Hey, we want to talk to you.
(groans)
Come on.
Yo, look, I ain't no snitch.
How well do you know Jamal?
We ran together.
And by "ran," you mean "sold drugs"?
Your words, not mine.
Is that why you wanted him dead?
I didn't say that.
Jamal's phone and text records prove otherwise.
No, no, y'all got this all wrong.
Then make it right.
Look, yeah, I was mad
Jamal wanted out, but...
I wouldn't have killed him over it. Wait...
Jamal wanted out of the gang?
Yeah.
Could someone have killed him over it?
I don't know.
Looks like we're gonna have to take this guy in.
Yeah. Okay.
Look, look, right, but...
I do know that
no one was as pissed as Tristan was.
Tristan Edmonds?
Duh.
Why would he be mad about
Jamal getting out?
So much for being detectives.
Y'all ain't even know Tristan is Ace Double Trey?
(scoffs)
So what'd your father say?
DANNY: Same thing he always says.
"Do your job."
He's got some bulldog in him.
DANNY: Toughest guy I know.
But when he saw those pictures, he was...
he was scared.
Understandable.
DANNY: We think we can protect these kids, but...
if the cartel wants to get to them, they will.
Yeah, I've been thinking about that.
Zaragozas want Rodriguez back alive.
Something happens to him,
they go back to Mexico,
start fighting over who takes his place.
Threat to your family goes away.
Except we're not gonna let that happen.
Let's say we get back to the safehouse
and you mosey down to the corner for a Big Red.
A what?
It's a Texas thing.
Now, if Rodriguez has a chance to escape,
goes for my gun...
I've got no choice but to defend myself.
Problem solved.
Mm. Problem solved until you get jammed up.
Ain't no cameras in that safehouse, hoss.
I'll be all right.
I appreciate you trying to help me and mine,
but I can't let you do that.
Besides, there...
there may be another way.
My office intends to charge Scott Taylor
with three additional counts of rape.
(reporters clamoring)
We'll also be charging Lisa Reynolds
with harassment and witness tampering.
(reporters shouting)
We will not be taking any questions,
we will let the rest of this play out in court.
(reporters shouting)
ABETEMARCO: You did great.
I can see the headlines now:
"Erin Reagan and her handsome sidekick save the day."
Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule
to meet with us. I would do anything for Jamal.
Except be honest.
(entry bell chimes)
Why didn't you tell us you're an Ace Double Trey?
Tristan, is that true? Ma.
Are you...? You're what? It's not that simple.
He's using this restaurant as a front for laundering money.
EDDIE: You've been lying to Naomi for years.
I think she deserves the truth.
You don't get it, Ma.
I worked hard to pull myself up out the gutter
and make a name for myself.
To make you proud.
Yeah.
And Jamal.
He was my right-hand man
and he went and messed it all up.
By leaving the gang?
Jamal wanted to go to the cops.
He wanted to blow the whistle on this place.
Talking about he wants to go legit and live a clean life.
Everything we built would've came down if he left.
I did what I had to do.
You killed your best friend.
Oh, God. I was protecting what I built.
You killed my son!
You killed him!
I'm sorry, Ma. You killed him!
You did it. I had to do it.
You killed...
You... Okay. I had to do it.
(Naomi sobbing) (cuffs clicking)
(entry bell chimes)
Time to go.
My people will never let us get to the courthouse.
If there's an ambush, you're the first man to die.
I'd rather go out like that than
waste away in some supermax prison.
Well, personally, I don't give a damn what happens to you.
But there are other people that you might want to consider.
Such as?
Well, your people threatened my family.
(chuckles) You can't blame me for that.
But I do.
Take a peek.
GATES: Your daughters are beautiful.
(Rodriguez sighs)
How the hell did you get this?
It was taken 12 hours ago at your ranch.
Lovely place.
You can't threaten my children.
You're a cop.
DANNY: Yeah, I am.
But if something were to happen to my family,
I probably wouldn't go on being a cop.
I'd be so distraught.
There's no telling what I would do.
GATES: Call off your men.
DANNY: Call off your men,
and we'll call off ours.
Remind me never to mess with you.
Right back at ya.
I think you earned that hat, partner.
Thank you.
What say we mosey off into the sunset?
RODRIGUEZ: Julio?
(speaks Spanish)
(sighs)
(door opening)
He's here.
Let's have him.
Please have a seat.
(sighs)
About last night.
You were dead wrong.
Sorry you feel that way.
I do not think Danny is a better cop than you.
Different, yeah, but not better.
Okay.
And I hate feeling that somehow
I'm supposed to prove that to you.
And I resent being put in that position.
I didn't mean to...
Yeah, well, I know that. At least I think I do.
The effect's the same.
But...
that is father and son stuff
and that's not what we do here.
Lieutenant Fleming was delayed in the field,
so you will please debrief him on this meeting.
I am transferring Vice Unit's human trafficking investigation
of the Carolinas Ring to your team.
Along with their intel and their assets.
Thank you, sir.
I will need full debriefings
before any undercover is inserted--
in person, open-ended, because I will have questions.
Understood.
And one additional request.
Sir.
(sighs)
Be careful.
Yes, sir.
(door opens)
(sighs)
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