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Previously on Cross...

Finally got a real name for Two-Fingers.

Lincoln Esteban.

What does it say about Esteban that he created his own

personal female deity?

I am the daughter of Gabriela Alejandra Porras.

And I'm here to avenge her death.

I'm trying to figure out why Nana would lie about my mother being dead.

Maybe she thought it was better, you not knowing.

-Did you know? -Since-since we were kids.

Now, it's my absolute pleasure

to introduce you to Paul Hartsfield,

the former assistant deputy secretary at the Department of Labor.

Margaret. No, no!

Mastermind is looking to clean the slate,

-and I can't do this alone. -You're in Nebraska on this one.

-There is no cavalry. -What can I do?

-Let me be there for you. -There is someone else who I think

can help with this.

What's got you so rattled that you ready to release the kraken?

-Does it matter? -Nope.

The FBI lab's processing the burned documents.

The scan showed a list of dates and numbers.

These ten-digit numbers, they have to be coordinates.

Harlingen, Texas.

We got to get to Texas.

Go on, baby.

Alex, this is John.

John, meet Alex.

I thought we was meeting at the airport.

We need to talk first.

No, you need to talk.

Nothing says I got to listen.

She-she came to see Nana Mama once.

When we were kids.

You met her?

No. No, I-I was on the stairs.

I heard her voice, but never saw her face.

Why was she at the house?

For money.

Nana wanted to adopt you, John.

The court said that LaDonna had to give up her parental rights.

Didn't make sense 'cause she was unfit to be your mother,

but they wouldn't let anybody adopt you unless she gave up her rights.

That's why you had to stay in foster care all those years.

Nana Mama never said nothing about her adopting me.

Well, she didn't want to get your hopes up, in case it didn't happen.

John, Nana offered LaDonna $5,000 to give up her rights.

That's more than we had.

Now, LaDonna, she took it, then she didn't do shit.

It's been almost 30 years, Alex.

I know.

You never thought about telling me nothing?

I'm sorry, man.

I am sorry. But Nana thought

you knowing how everything went down would hurt you.

I-I thought she was right.

You didn't think I could take it?

Shit, I could barely take it.

And the longer I didn't tell you, the harder it got.

But, hey, would-would you have told me, John?

Even if you knew it would break me?

I would.

Because I'd be right there to pick up the pieces and put you back together.

But fuck it. Let's go to Texas.

♪ If the sky were to fall ♪

♪ I'd be the first to call ♪

♪ Some of us, some of us are brave ♪

♪ Peace and love to the ones who give praise ♪

♪ Take a bow as the light hits the face ♪

♪ See me now ♪

♪ I'm loud and proud ♪

♪ And to those who fear leads them to hate ♪

♪ oh, what a pity to be locked in that place ♪

♪ I know you see me, though ♪

♪ Some of us, some of us are brave ♪♪

It's been six hours.

Maybe blowing up Esteban's hideout

spooked him, so he decided to abort.

He'll show.

He wrote everything in code.

There's no reason for him to believe we cracked it.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Another text to Elle?

Is that a thing again?

Uh...

I thought it was for a second.

I was wrong.

She's at your house, right?

She's watching your kids.

It's a temporary situation.

Uh-uh.

I'm trying to keep a straight face. I'm sorry.

Don't... Stop.

-What? Say it. Nah. -I'm sorry.

You're the one who was making fun of my dating life for years.

Well, if the avoidant personality disorder fits...

Oh, come on. If I was a man,

no one would say shit about me putting my career first.

Oh, you can't have both?

-Work and love? -Yeah.

Uh-huh, until the next guy stumbles up on, you know,

a stack of crime scene photos or,

oh, I don't know, throws a hissy fit

'cause I'm not texting him back fast enough when I'm on a stakeout.

There are people who understand.

Yeah, there was one.

-Oh. -And you married her.

I did.

Yeah.

You know, I would've made a move on that.

I just like dick too much.

Wow.

You are a terrible person. Just...

I know, I know.

Shit.

Okay.

-Nature calls. -Hmm.

That nature or dick?

Don't run.

Yo, Two John, you still awake over there?

Yeah, I just found out

that Sheriff Teddy grew up in Arkansas.

He's over here trying to tell me that Nolan Richardson

ranks as a better college coach than John Thompson.

I'm sorry. What?

What? Yo, Ewing,

Iverson, Mourning, Mutombo.

Coach Thompson all day.

You gotta come stronger than that, fam.

You ever heard the term "40 minutes of hell"?

-Oh, there he go. -Case closed.

Hey, man, they had a run.

Georgetown had a dynasty, a'ight?

Case closed.

Hey, yo, John,

you check in with DHS?

Larsen's posted up behind the mini-mart.

Hasn't seen anything.

Teddy, I'm thinking this day is a bust.

What say we call it?

What's Larsen's problem?

DHS, always looking to punch out early.

FBI's dime, FBI's call.

Madeline, you got hands like Mary from the Bible.

Treatment like this

definitely makes a brother want to raise the dead.

I'm here.

Did you find Ibrahim?

I know you're feeling some pressure, but you's gonna want

to have to mind your tone.

Good afternoon, Bobby Trey.

I hope you're having a wonderful day.

Now could you please answer the fucking question:

did you find Ibrahim?

I'm close.

How close are... Huh? Oh.

Fucking asshole.

They're all assholes, honey.

Y'all seeing this?

The guy that just hopped into the produce truck

isn't the original driver.

Drivers switch out on long hauls all the time.

Without talking to each other? Something's off.

I'll see your "something's off" and raise you a "possible suspect."

Orange hoodie, camouflage pants, southwest corner of the lot.

Does that look like Esteban?

Yeah, that's him.

What's he holding?

-I got him. -All right, stand-stand down.

Don't want to spook him.

I'm headed his way.

DHS! Drop your weapon!

Don't shoot, don't shoot! Hold your fire!

Stand down, Larsen!

It's a camera! It's just a camera!

Stand down!

What does that look like to you?

-Looked like a fucking Glock! -It's a camera! A fucking camera!

-Larsen, get your shit together! -Let me go, man, I need to help them!

-Help who? -Them!

Go, go, go!

Who the hell is shooting at us?

Someone's messing with the truck!

Get 'em away from the cargo!

-John, you see anything? -No. Not yet.

But we'll be there in a minute. Hang tight.

Yeah. Yeah, we gonna be a minute.

Who's in the truck?

There's kids in there.

Let's-let's go, get 'em out of here!

Let's go!

Come on.

Move it, move it. Let's go.

Stay still, don't move. Head down. Don't move, don't move.

Come on, get up. We have to go.

Oh, shit!

Alex, you good?

-There's people on the truck. -You have to help them!

Tienes que proteger a los niños.

Two John, what's your situation?

Pulling up quick, heading your way.

We got to get to the produce truck. There's kids in there.

All units in the vicinity of Buck's Feed & Seed at mile marker 52,

officer requires immediate backup,

westbound.

Requesting air and emergency

medical support.

If fired upon,

do not return fire. I repeat,

do not return fire.

Truck is carrying human cargo.

Oh, shit.

-You okay? -Is everybody okay? You okay?

There you go, good, there you go.

Shooter! Gun!

Whoa, whoa,

-whoa, whoa, whoa! -He'll die with me today

-if you don't let me go! -No problem.

You can have anything you want. Just give me the boy.

John, you good?

Yes, sir. I'm good.

Everybody's good.

Everybody's gonna live today.

I want a car. And some money!

Okay. We can make that happen.

All right, we're gonna talk this through. I-I just need your name first.

I'm Alex.

What's yours?

Come on.

Hey, hey. Come on.

-What the hell?! -Come on.

Come on.

What did you do? We had this.

Guess this isn't much of a tourist town.

That's good. Makes it easier to find people.

Señora.

We're looking for a man named Francisco Herrera.

Do you know him?

No. I don't know any Francisco.

We should be going after Paul Hartsfield

right now, not off on some side quest in Mexico.

Hartsfield runs in Morgan Park every day between 5:12 and 6:02.

When we're ready to take him out, he'll be easy to find.

Señor.

One, please.

-No, uno. -Ah.

Uno.

I'm looking for a man named Francisco Herrera.

Do you know him?

I'm sorry, Miss. But...

I can't help you.

We can pay for information.

-Mira. Pagamos. -No. Would you put that away?

We don't even know if this Frankie guy's alive,

let alone remember the names of the kids who died.

He lived with them, okay?

He's gonna remember their names.

Señora, una pregunta, por favor.

You already asked her.

Also asked the butcher, the baker,

the kid that sells fireworks on the corner.

Either Frankie ain't here or...

and I sympathize with this entirely...

he doesn't want to see us.

That guy's been off the grid almost 20 years.

-You done your best. -It's not enough.

Those kids' families are out there somewhere,

probably not even knowing what happened to them.

So if we're not gonna find them, who the fuck will?

-Buenas. -Entra.

For you, miss.

Gracias.

Think we found Frankie.

All right.

Hands where I can see them.

Francisco?

¿Quién los mandó?

Who sent you?

Doctor Gabi.

You have her eyes.

Your mother saved my life.

Y-Your mama what now?

I want to finish what she started.

I can't make things right, but...

Maybe I can make them better.

Give something back to the families

whose children were killed by the monsters at Crestbrook.

Do you know their names?

Where they came from?

Here.

We all came from here.

-So what happens to 'em now? -Average stay at the Office

of Refugee Resettlement is 152 days.

-There you are. -What about him?

As a material witness, he'll be held by the U.S. Marshals

until he's able to testify.

Shit.

He went through the worst of it, and he's the one going to a detention center?

They want you next, Teddy.

Real shit show out here.

It's your shit show.

-Excuse me? -You heard me.

You hold your fire back at the truck stop, ain't no chase,

there's no shoot-out, nobody dead.

-Hey, I did my job. -Yeah,

I guarantee DHS use-of-force policies don't include shooting a man in the head

as he's holding a minor hostage.

I saved that kid's life.

You endangered his life.

And killed a suspect who could've given us valuable information.

Information I'd think you'd want.

Fuck is that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

Ah, you know what? What I want to know

is how a homeless guy from Chicago

knows more about a truck full of smuggled children in your own backyard than you do.

How? Explain that.

All right. Come on.

I'm good.

Yeah. You getting what you came for, Madeline?

I... Yeah.

-I need to hear the magic words, Madeline. -Ooh!

Bobby Trey is my church,

-and I am his motherfucking deacon. -Yeah. Yeah.

-Come on now. Come on now. Come on now. -Bobby Trey is my church,

and I am his motherfucking deacon!

I know it can't bring your daughter back,

but I hope it will ease the pain a little.

Gracias.

Rebecca.

This is Lupe and her granddaughter, Adriana.

Thank you for coming.

When we were kids working at the factory...

Lupe's son, Hernan

is the one who left the line

to bring me to the clinic after the accident.

Can I ask what happened?

I was sick that day.

Slow on the line.

The boss, Lalo, he got angry.

He pushed me...

I landed in the machinery used to cut meat, bone.

Your mother sewed me back together.

And hid me away...

But the rest of my friends and Hernan...

They were killed so they wouldn't tell.

We brought a photo of Hernan.

What these people have done...

they don't just rob parents of their children,

they rob children of their heritage,

communities of their future.

That's why it means so much

that you've come back

to your mother's home.

My mother... came from here?

You didn't know?

That means you're family!

You can come to my Quinceañera!

Uh... I'm sorry. I can't. I have work to do at home.

You have got to be kidding.

Agent Larsen, who approved this?

Your boss.

No hard feelings, though.

Who wants to play good cop?

I'm Detective Alex Cross.

This is Agent Kayla Craig.

How you doing, Lincoln?

I have a right to counsel in my own language.

Would you believe I'm a certified translator?

Strap in, asshole.

I speak Náhuatl.

Your ignorance is expected, Federale.

Okay. It's okay. It's coming.

In the meantime, while we wait, want to tell us why you're here?

I'm here for justice.

What are you here for?

What's the connection between Richard Helvig and Lance Durand?

They both deserve to die.

Sounds like a confession to me.

How did you know there would be children in the back of that truck?

They trained you well, didn't they?

A slave to the law.

If you were interested in what's right, you'd be helping me,

-not standing in my way. -Helping you what?

Take pictures of illegal kids?

Those undocumented children are victims of your depravity.

Separated from their families,

ferried from factory to factory like animals,

working in dangerous conditions.

They feed this country, but who feeds them?

Not you. Not any of you.

Helvig was missing three fingers.

Is that what this is, Lincoln? Eye for an eye, a finger for a finger?

Machines eat the fingers of children and spit out the food you eat.

Heladio Molina Zavalas.

Irma Galindo Barrios. Still missing.

You want to disappear me, silence me.

But it doesn't matter because I'm more than ready to die.

Why?

Why are you ready to die, Lincoln?

I don't matter.

Not anymore.

The light will avenge us all.

Light, the light. La luz.

-What is the light, Lincoln? -What does it say

about Esteban that he created his own personal female deity?

Women are the first protectors, givers of life.

His fingers are a sacrifice,

loyalty to his goddess.

"La luz" means "the light." The goddess of light.

Just stay on your own side of the wall.

Hey, hey.

You need to leave.

Damn East Coast bullshit.

Don't want to enforce the law...

you don't deserve to wear the badge.

You want to try and take it from me?

That's what I thought.

Lincoln?

Who's the light?

Fuck you, Federale.

Bring me a lawyer who speaks my language.

Not one of those families got their child's body back.

You think Crestbrook has a burial ground somewhere?

What?

What, we're really not gonna talk about it?

Ay.

Come have a drink and tell me about your mom.

Okay. You win.

My mother,

she talked about growing up in Mexico.

She told me the story of Xochitl, and...

she said one day, when I was older,

she would teach me how to make arroz con pollo.

By the time I was older, she was gone.

We would walk in the fields together.

The sound of her voice caressed me like leaves of corn.

She would tell me stories about Xochitl and her courage.

I always wondered if I could be that brave.

If I would sacrifice myself for my people the way she did.

If I had grown up somewhere like here,

surrounded by her people,

her community, I could have kept some part of her alive.

That's what we're doing. We're helping

the people that she came from.

We're punishing the guilty, the high and the low.

This could have been my home, and instead I'm a stranger here.

Because those monsters stole your culture, your history.

Just like they stole it from those little kids.

But the difference is, you're still alive

and you have a chance to get some of it back.

-What are you saying? -I'm saying go to the quinceañera.

I got Paul.

Do you have any idea how rare it is to be offered a piece of your soul back?

Take it.

I have been into, uh,

community development since Little League,

when I saw the baseball diamond on the white side of town

and realized we could do more.

I own my own home, I got a 401,

a kickball rec league.

What I don't have is my Michelle Obama.

That is a tall order, sir.

Yeah, I thought so, too, until I met you.

Look...

I know we only been going out for a minute...

but I think this could be something.

Sorry, just the school.

I need to sign a permission slip for Jannie.

Jannie? Your ex's daughter?

Yeah, I got real close with the kids when Alex and I were together.

-Oh. -And I won't

drop out of their lives just because we broke up.

I'm only staying there until Alex gets back from Texas.

You're staying at his house?

It's easier.

For the kids.

Huh.

♪ Don't you know ♪

♪ you can always ♪

♪ depend on me ♪♪

Sup?

-You headed out? -Yeah.

Vega called. I got to get back to DC.

LaDonna's grand jury convenes in less than a week.

So, if there's something out there that's gonna clear her,

it's got to come out now.

You okay?

I've been better.

Those kids.

Yeah.

Sugar, I'm-a need a favor.

It's a big one.

Berto?

Este señor quiere hablar contigo.

Hi, Berto.

I'm Alex Cross.

My friend John asked me to come and check in on you.

Hola, Berto. Mi nombre es Alex Cross.

Mi amigo John me pidió que viniera a ver cómo estabas.

Te vi. Con la policía.

I saw you with the police.

Yes, I-I am a police detective. Yes.

But more importantly, I'm a father.

Soy detective de la policía.

Pero más importante, soy papá.

You see...

See, this is my son.

His name is Damon. He loves video games.

I mean, lo... he-he loves them a little bit too much.

Es mi hijo Damon.

Le gusta demasiado los videojuegos.

And-and this is my daughter Jannie.

Now, she's about your age. She is the smartest person

I have ever met.

It's almost a little bit scary.

Es mi hija Jannie. Tiene más o menos tu edad.

Es la persona más inteligente que he conocido.

Ambos parecen agradables.

They both look very nice.

Oh, y...

Uh, uh, gracias.

Gracias.

So, I love my children more than anything on this Earth.

And if, God forbid, they were ever stuck in a foreign country all alone,

I-I wouldn't want 'em to be locked in a place like this.

I'd want somebody to look out for them.

Amo a mis hijos más que a nada en el mundo.

Y si, Dios no lo quiera, estuvieran solos en un país extranjero...

no los querría encerrados en un lugar como éste.

Querría que alguien cuidara de ellos.

So, Berto,

if I can get approved,

would you like to come and stay with me and my family for a while?

Si me lo aprueban,

¿Te gustaría venir a quedarte conmigo y mi familia por un tiempo?

Yeah? All r...

Um, uh, how-how do you, um, how do you say, "I'm so happy"?

"Estoy muy feliz."

Es... what she said.

All right.

Principal Brock asked me to go last for the debate.

-For real? -For real, for real.

Elle said that must mean they think I'm the best.

I-I bet she's right.

So, what'd you do today?

Great work, Agent Craig.

-We get a confession? -Not yet,

but we'll have another run at him tomorrow.

I'm telling you, keep this up, and the sky's the limit for you.

We're talking S.A.C. territory, you hear me?

From your lips.

But not if this other thing catches up to you.

I know, I'm, uh, I'm... I'm working on it.

Who the fuck are you?

A guest in your mama house, Ibrahim.

Is that how you talk to her friends?

Mm. She doesn't have friends like you.

You know, someone more sensitive than me could take that the wrong way, son.

-Mom? -Hey.

I'm gonna have to ask you to keep your voice down.

'Cause that kind of sleep,

it don't come easy.

Now listen, we's having breakfast for dinner.

Hmm? You want eggs?

I don't want eggs. I want you out of my house.

So, this your house now?

You pay the mortgage?

I didn't think so.

You work in data management for Greenvault Storage,

pulling $100K a year, and you still

living in your mama house.

We need to discuss your future, Ibrahim, 'cause I's got some plans for you.

But first, I need you to tell me where I can find...

these files.

Oh... I can't.

These belong to dangerous people, okay?

They'll kill me.

I get you. You don't want to piss people off.

But man-to-man?

It's better to be pissed off than pissed on.

So I'll make it a trouble-free decision for you.

Put me onto them files and I'm gone.

You don't, you dead.

You understand?

-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now take your ass on upstairs, wash up, boy.

Go. Let's go. Hurry up now. Hurry.

Old light-skin-ass nigga.

♪ I hear the honky-tonk alarm about 5:00 p.m. ♪

♪ And I put a splash of coffee in my mug of gin ♪

♪ There's a good time waiting on me uptown...

-Hey. -You wearing a dress? Wow!

-Oh, God. -What?

Oh, God. No, no, no, no, no.

I should've known. I stress-shop, all right?

-Really? That's what this is? -Sue me. Yes.

You must've been real stressed.

Yeah, it was a fucking hell of a day, okay?

-It was. Well... -Yeah.

It's good to see you.

-Good to be seen. -Mm-hmm.

Mmm. Ooh. Yeah.

-Yeah. -It's nice.

I'm gonna need about four more of these, though.

You game?

I mean, if that's all you can handle, I...

-Don't tempt me, Alex Cross. -Let's go.

Uh, yeah. Two more. Thank you.

All right.

-Is there any news about your thing? -Here you go.

The, uh...

the Uncle Sam Special?

I'm trying not to think about that right now.

Got you.

-Okay? -Mm-hmm.

Have you heard from Elle?

I'm not trying to think about that, either. Yeah.

I'm learning to accept the new normal.

Cheers.

You know what?

From this moment, we're gonna be drinking,

we're gonna be partying, and we're not gonna be thinking

about all the fucking bullshit that's outside that door.

-I'm with it. -Sweet.

-Yeah. -All right.

Time to dance, Detective.

Ma'am, do I look country to you?

Beyoncé can do it, you can do it.

-Bring up Beyoncé? -Come on, get out the chair.

-How many of me do you see? -♪ All right, boys ♪

-Come on. -Yeah.

-Come on. -♪ This is her favorite song ♪

♪ You know that, right? ♪

I ain't even... I didn't come for this.

I ain't even got my shoes.

♪ Oh, she put her beer down ♪

♪ Here she comes, here she comes ♪

♪ Left, left ♪

♪ Left, right, left ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Hustlers shooting eight ball ♪

♪ throwing darts at the wall ♪

♪ feeling damn near ten feet tall ♪

♪ Here she comes, Lord, help us all ♪

♪ Old T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair ♪

♪ Poor old boy, it ain't his fault, it's so hard not to stare ♪

♪ at that honky-tonk badonkadonk ♪

♪ Keeping perfect rhythm, make you want to swing along ♪

♪ Got it going on ♪

♪ like Donkey Kong ♪

♪ And ooh-whee, shut my mouth ♪

♪ Slap your grandma ♪

♪ There ought to be a law ♪

♪ Get the sheriff on the phone ♪

♪ Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on? ♪

♪ That honky-tonk badonkadonk ♪

♪ Keeping perfect rhythm, make you want to swing along ♪♪

♪ I should've been a cowboy ♪

♪ I should've learned to rope and ride ♪

♪ Riding my pony ♪

-♪ on a cattle drive... -♪ Westside ♪

You are killing it.

Get it!

Pour me another drink.

-I want another drink. -Okay.

What are we getting?

Man...

What?

Thanks for having my back today. Yeah.

Yeah. Of course.

I mean, you and I have known each other for...

We've known each other for a long time.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Could we work on those dance moves, please?

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ till I'm gonna do you wrong ♪♪

Oh.

♪ Girl, you know I've known you forever ♪

♪ How many nights we hung out together? ♪

♪ Same little crowd, little bar, little town ♪

♪ Round this old dance floor ♪

♪ My boys are laughing ♪

♪ and tap me on the shoulder ♪

♪ Making a motion like "Could y'all get any closer?" ♪

♪ They want to know what's up, why I'm still holding you ♪

♪ even when the song is over ♪

♪ There's a rumor going round ♪

♪ about me and you ♪

♪ Stirring up our little town ♪

♪ the last week or two ♪

♪ So tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling ♪

♪ I feel it, don't you feel it, too? ♪

♪ There's a rumor going round and round and round ♪

♪ What you say we make it true? ♪

♪ We make it true ♪

♪ Well, I can shut 'em down, tell 'em all they're crazy ♪

♪ I can do whatever you want me to do, baby ♪

Okay.

♪ Or you could lay one on me right now ♪

♪ We could really give 'em something to talk about ♪♪

Thank you.

This is me.

Night, partner.

Good night.

♪ Take my heart ♪

♪ It used to be so supple and sweet ♪

♪ and now it's withered on the vine ♪

♪ There's before ♪

♪ And then there's after ♪

♪ you were mine ♪

♪ Take my faith ♪

♪ so strong and full of fire ♪

♪ Now it's bruised, broken down and blind ♪

♪ There's before ♪

♪ And then there's after ♪

♪ You were mine ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ You were mine, you were mine, you were mine, yeah ♪♪

Extra shot, extra sugar.

Which you can give me, too.

After a shower.

You're smelling...

Manly?

Sure.

You find anything?

Nah.

It's a waste of my damn time.

Witnesses said they saw LaDonna drive away after they heard shots.

Forensics found traces of the victim's blood in her car.

H-Her prints are all over the gun. I don't know why she's still playing.

Maybe she's not playing.

I asked around about her.

Look, I know what you said, but there's

a lot of folks out there talking about she's innocent.

A lot of folks think Tupac's alive and chilling in Cuba.

Something's not right about this, John.

-Malika... -You know it's not right,

or you wouldn't spend the night with this file.

-You need to talk to her. -I need...

Oh, so you a cop now?

All right. You-you must have got your badge while I was in Texas.

Oh, okay.

-The evidence says she did it. -So that's why you're so angry?

Because your mother killed somebody?

I told you she's not my mother!

Look, I don't give a shit what that woman did.

You don't?

Well, something pulled you out of that chair just now,

and I know it's not about me asking around.

I got work to do. Thanks for the coffee.

Don't. I got shit to do.

You have every right to be angry.

But how are you gonna feel if your mother winds up in prison

on a bad rap because you were too scared to talk to her?

Malika, please, I need you out that door right now.

I'm not going anywhere.

-I said, "Leave." -I said no.

Just because she left you easy

does not mean I will.

No matter how mad you get.

Ouch.

Hey.

Hey.

Are we okay?

Yeah, of course.

I mean, I-I know we were both pretty drunk last night.

You... uh...

But, I mean, you and me...

You and me were bound to happen.

We just, uh, got it out of our systems.

Uh, did we?

I'm gonna go get a coffee.

See you outside?

Yep.

Thank you for coming to see me, John.

Look, I know we got to talk about this case,

-but I want to tell you... -Would you like an attorney present?

With my son?

I'm here in the capacity of a detective investigating a homicide.

But that don't change what you are to me.

Just tell me what happened.

I walked out on my child.

That's what happened.

I... I wasn't ready for you.

That's no excuse, but I wasn't.

If I could have understood that somebody like me...

could've made somebody like you...

...I'd have made a different choice.

I know it look like I only asked for you 'cause I'm in, in this situation.

But after these years of me not being able to just...

force myself to pick up a phone...

John.

John.

I had to drag myself over broken glass...

to give that detective your name.

Where were you the night of the murder?

You came!

¿Quieres algo de comer?

Okay.

So, what's the latest on that missing truck in Texas?

Sir, we have a situation.

The workers are in federal custody.

Plant managers have been advised and assets are being redistributed.

We'll keep you up to date.

-You do that. -Hey, Paul.

I knew your mother.

We all did.

Would you like to come sit with us for a while?

"Menudo" was playing in Mexico City.

One last show before they went on tour for a year.

None of our parents would take us.

But Gabi had a plan.

Your mother...

was the smartest person in the village.

She was also the bravest.

And look at you now.

Showing up for your community...

Just like her.

Excuse me.

-Hey. -I have an update.

Agent Larsen signed Esteban out.

Said he was taking him to the DHS field office for questioning.

And the sheriffs let him?

It gets worse.

Motorist saw the vehicle through the trees.

Thought they were stuck and stopped to render aid.

Who authorized transport?

We haven't determined that yet.

How far are we from your field office?

Agent Larsen took the long road, if that's what you're asking.

Goddamn right that's what we're asking.

Your agent took our prisoner and drove out in the middle of nowhere.

Has Larsen been in communication at all?

Not as such.

Where the hell is he?

I'm getting to that.

Oh.

Your dirty agent killed our suspect?

Actually, your suspect killed our agent.

We fucking had him.

-You almost done? -Cálmate.

Trying to keep you pretty.

I should've gone with you.

-Damn straight you should have. -I told her I could do it alone.

Instead you're gallivanting around México.

No, we weren't around México. We were in Huisache.

Yeah, I found out.

It's the place you and my mother grew up.

She was your sister, and you never talk about her.

All I have are scraps of memories.

You have all the information and you're hoarding it.

Do you remember what it was like when I talked about her?

If I said her name, you would cry for days.

If I showed you a picture or cooked a dish from home,

it was like I ripped open a wound.

I couldn't bear to see you like that.

I am not a child anymore.

And yet you keep going to the Botanica.

Looking for comfort or absolution

-or no sé de qué... -Stop.

That is some big talk for the one person who never has any blood on her hands.

I'll get it.

No, no, no. I'll go.

♪ Del cielo ♪

♪ Cae agua ♪

♪ Lluvia poderosa ♪

♪ Lávame la mente con agua fría...

Luz.

♪ Pena de mi memoria...

I found you.

♪ Eh-eh-eh-ah ♪

♪ Eh-eh- eh-ah ♪

-♪ Eh-eh-eh-ah ♪ -♪ Llévame hacia el río ♪

♪ Llévame hacia el río ♪

♪ Sácame ♪

♪ Toda la ansiedad ♪

♪ No me dejes sola, quiero más agua ♪

♪ Y saca la pena de mi memoria ♪

♪ Del cielo cae agua ♪

♪ Del cielo cae agua ♪

♪ Lluvia poderosa ♪

♪ Lluvia poderosa ♪

♪ Del cielo cae agua ♪

♪ Del cielo cae agua ♪

♪ Lluvia poderosa ♪

♪ Lluvia poderosa ♪

♪ Del cielo cae agua ♪

♪ Del cielo cae agua ♪

♪ Lluvia poderosa ♪

♪ Lluvia poderosa ♪

♪ Del cielo cae agua ♪

♪ Del cielo cae agua ♪

♪ Lluvia poderosa ♪♪