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Previously on Crawl. How many shots do you hear?
Six. But they only found five bullets. We got a witness out there walking
with our sixth bullet in him. 43 lawsuits.
All dismissed by your mother.
She profited on the backs of child laborers.
I didn't know this.
That's not me. It's a deep fake. That's funny.
His show looked like you. There's this thing that's coming to light. It's a
program. They're trying to fucking pin it all on me. There's no way I can
your face, but I can find where the little creases are in here. Put all the
little pieces together.
Holy shit. I got a name on our avenging angel. Our little lose is now Rebecca
Matthews. At any moment now, we'll have enough material evidence to connect you
to her killing. I want 24 hours to say my goodbyes. You're just cool with going
to a rendezvous of her choice?
I'll be great.
happened to you?
Car crash.
Can we get two halves smoked, some fries, coffee, and a bag of ice?
Sure thing.
What's on your mind, sugar?
Ain't shit going right.
I almost got killed. Losers in the wind.
Lance Duran practically talked himself out of child trafficking charges.
LaDonna's locked up for a murder somebody else did.
I'm glad to see you.
A couple times.
You talking?
We got the move on the case.
The second victim may have survived.
If we find this person... You got a witness that can clear LaDonna?
I'm not trying to clear her, all right? I'm just trying to put in some work,
catch a killer.
Whether or not it's who I want it to be.
That fucker's smug face on TV.
Lanseran?
Because if I was you, I'd be thinking about the fucker who sent her fucker to
fuck me up.
Just saying, I get where she's coming from.
She took out a pedophile, a cryptic cop.
Murdered a mother of two.
An activist who was trying to take Lance down the right way.
And, oh wait, you'd be on that list too if it wasn't for Kayla calling he who
shall not be named. Don't get me wrong.
Catch and lose comes first.
Damn well better.
And now, you just have to figure out wherever the hell she is.
Excuse me, can he please cup your boobies?
You are stunning, but I'm about to marry my queen
I'm loud and proud.
And to those who fear, leave them to hate.
What a pity to belong.
You seem -
That's it?
Saw the photos from the accident. I'm pretty sure you learned your lesson.
You have some explaining to do, too.
Bobby Trey?
I needed some off -the -books help with Uncle Sam's special.
You slit an innocent woman's throat. She died in my arms. Is your situation so
desperate you need to pull a psycho out of prison? If I didn't send that psycho,
you'd be dead by now.
You're actually not fine.
Everybody's, anybody's in that room waiting to kick your ass.
Okay.
Hey.
It's good to see you.
Good to be seen.
NPD's resident genius.
Go ahead.
Yeah, this is the part where you attempt to justify yourself.
That's a pretty tall order before my second cup of coffee.
Almost new.
No cream, two sugars.
First off, we didn't have enough to arrest the suspect. At minimum, you
have had eyes on her. Okay. A, we don't answer to you. And B, we did have eyes
on her. She flipped him. Well, don't send a cop to do a fed's job.
Mm -hmm. Yeah.
It was FBI SOG that lost her. It's irrelevant.
Detective Cross's actions compromised this investigation and put lives at
both sworn and civilian.
I took a chance.
And you lost.
And from what I'm hearing, you're coming at Lance Durand like he's the one we're
after. No, no, no.
You're done.
I'm adding Special Agent Rodriguez to this detail.
You can clear out, Detective.
Assistant Director McElhannon, this is a joint investigation, right?
Well, Cross doesn't work for you. He works for the Metropolitan PD.
Now, you can do whatever you want with your personnel, but when it comes to
decisions about my people, you check with me.
This is way above your pay grade, Lieutenant.
Does it fit within my purview?
I'm going to save you the trouble of calling, Roy.
Cross isn't going anywhere.
He's the reason you even know who you're after.
And I'm guessing no one here is more motivated to catch her than him.
Detective Cross, you got a minute?
Agent Goff, right? Yes, sir.
A few days back, you guys asked me to track down the full complaint filed by
Gabriela Perez.
Yeah. Did you ever find it?
Still working on that.
I'm a big fan, detective.
I mean, I don't normally go announcing that in a locker room, but you know the
mood out there.
I just wanted to say, the way you handled the Ramsey case, including the
that didn't make the papers... Yeah, I appreciate that. Thank you. I really do.
Thank you.
I've been seeing somebody.
She's Capitol Police.
The other day she gets a call into Senator Pete Ashford's office, said he
break -in. The name Ashford rang a bell.
Like Judge Olivia Ashford from Esteban's papers?
Mm -hmm.
Is she related to the senator?
His mother.
I did some digging.
Judge Ashford spent most of her career in Iowa, where she ruled on several
Crestbrook cases.
That's some impressive digging.
Where's the judge now?
She and her husband died in a plane crash years ago.
Excellent work.
Excellent work, Agent Goff.
Thank you.
Thanks, Detective.
I know what you're thinking.
And you're wrong.
I'm fine.
You're shot.
It's just a little hole. It's not like it broke anything.
We're revising the plan. No, we can't call time out.
Not now that you've been made. I'm fine. I just need something for the pain. You
can barely lift your arm. I only need one good arm to do my part.
What if you have to run?
Then they'll catch me.
They're not going to keep me alive.
I appreciate you taking the time to see me, Senator.
Not the best day for a visit. Mm -hmm.
When you said you had information about her?
Yes.
Is this the woman who came to see you?
Who is she?
Her name is Luis Perez.
She's a suspect in multiple murder cases.
Jesus.
Do you know what she wanted from you?
Yeah.
She took a picture from behind this portrait.
It was a photo of my mom with Lance and a bunch of his cronies.
Did she tell you what your mom's connected to?
You know about that?
A little.
Tell me the rest.
I worship my mom.
And this woman, Luz, told me that she was part of a conspiracy to cover up
criminal acts perpetrated by Crestbrook Industries.
She threw out dozens of lawsuits, made sure damning evidence against the
never saw the light of day.
You didn't believe what Miss Porras told you? Yeah, she had the lawsuits.
After she left, I looked into it and I found just more.
Much more.
Any of these boxes have the case filed by Gabriela Porras?
Um... This one.
You know, my mom taught me everything I knew.
I got into law to make her proud.
I have been living off the money that she left me, money that she made off of
enslaved kids.
Everybody that was in that picture got rich.
Lance Durand, Richard Helvig, Paul Hartsfield, and by inheritance.
Fucking me.
Is that why you took six hours to call the police after Luce Porter has left
your office?
Guilt?
She said she'd kill me if I called any sooner.
But yeah.
Killed.
This is the lawsuit that Gabriela Perez filed.
Is this their original complaint?
Yeah.
Agba, I need you to look up some names for me. Griffith, Stoker, Jelani,
Senator.
Brent Turlock, Paul Hartsfield, Nuri Mohindra, and of course our wonderful
friends Lance Duran, Nat Game Cars, Richard Helvig, Mitch Morgan.
And a partridge in a pear tree.
What is all this?
These are defendants in Gabriela Perez's lawsuit against Crestbrook.
Everyone with a D beside their name. Now you'll notice some familiar faces along
with some significant overlap from Lincoln Esteban's records.
What do we know on the new faces?
Well, Paul Hartsfield was the deputy assistant secretary in the Department of
Labor. And given recent events, we believe that he may have been tipping
Crestbrook to upcoming inspections.
Brent Turlock was an M .D. Looks like he took over Gabriela Perez's clinic after
her death.
Connection to Crestbrook? There's none.
Until about ten years ago when he left the clinic to become a consultant at
Crestbrook. Guy ends up doubling his income overnight.
Sounds like a payoff to me. Exactly.
Maybe, maybe not.
Nirmahendra's family got rich providing cheap labor in India, Malaysia, and
Thailand. She expanded her operations stateside, recruiting for Crestbrook
Industries. And Griffith Stoker.
D .C. fixer and lobbyist. Used his K Street connections to help grease the
for the company's first big expansion.
What about this Jelani Amadou? What's his connection to Crestbrook?
Beyond being Lance Duran's best friend?
Not much.
Guys and economists, spotless record, lecturers, grad students in the spare
time. A couple of papers that gained some traction in the mainstream press.
About? I knew I knew his name from somewhere. He did a piece in the Wall
Journal in defense of working women or something like that. Sounds nice, right?
But the gist was that since women make 80 cents on the dollar, companies could
save millions by hiring an all -female workforce.
Even more by hiring women of color.
Hmm. Now imagine how much they could save by hiring a chairman.
It's a pretty big leap.
Is it?
I mean, they had a man in DHS, a connection in the Department of Labor. A
truckload of trafficked children.
Gabriela Perez listed these individuals for a reason.
What about Beverly?
She's not a defendant, but Luz killed her anyway?
To get to Richard Helvig's money.
Beverly saw him as Helvig's banker. She must have known at least some of what he
was up to.
Guilt by association.
A different degree of guilty.
As evidenced by the fact that unlike the lawsuit defendants, Beverly got to keep
her fingers.
We believe Luz Perez is singling out the defendants for special treatment.
She's making it personal because in her mind, they're the most culpable for her
mother's death.
Man, look at the dates.
Except for when Sheriff Morgan corners Luz, almost all of her personal kills
were recent. She's just blazing through victims now.
And thanks to Senator Ashford, we now have a kill list.
The ten defendants.
How many are still alive?
Five. including Lance Duran and the head of his security napkin course.
There has to be an order.
A plan.
I just can't see what it is yet.
Okay, well, in the meantime, let's heads up the remaining targets and hope that
we can keep them alive while we figure this out.
Sound good?
Okay,
good to hear.
Thank you for everything.
Nuri Mohindra? Yeah. We have reason to believe your life is in immediate
Is there somewhere private we can talk?
Mr. Stoker, we need to speak to you.
Hey, George, what do you call that color? What is that? Carolina blue, sky
lounge lizard blue?
My daddy's blue.
Oh.
You did beautiful work, George.
Thank you, Mr. Jelani.
You believe I fit in that old tux? I believe it. I'm surprised you want it,
be honest.
My father married my mother in that suit.
Jelani.
Oh, hey.
Cross, my best friend gets married tomorrow, so whatever you have to say
wait. Oh, congratulations, but this most definitely cannot wait.
What's this about?
Do you remember Gabriela Perez?
No.
She sued Crestbrook. Named you, Lance Duran, Richard Helvig.
You know all the names. But I have a new name for you. One you might not
recognize.
Luz Perez.
Who is that?
The Gabriella's daughter.
She's killing everyone on that list of defendants. And there's only a few names
left now, Jelani.
Yours is one of them. So now might be a good time, maybe the only time, to tell
me everything you know.
And help me help you.
Okay, listen to me.
Nothing is going to happen to you.
This woman is going to be in your rear view before you even start your
honeymoon. I promise you that.
He's getting married tomorrow. We're not canceling a wedding.
You're an economist, right?
Here's the statistic for you.
50 % of your buddies' co -defendants are dead.
50.
Do the math.
Hey, I was just on my way out.
Alex.
What? The kids told me you were in a car accident, but I didn't think. Oh, yeah,
no, it's just, it's fine.
It's fine. Look, too, John, maybe we get x -rays and everything. It's fine.
Alex, was this an accident?
Look what I asked.
It's really none of my business.
Of course it's your business. You're part of the family.
Maybe that's the problem.
I think it's confusing for the kids, me being here all the time. It's confusing
for me.
You know, sometimes when you're not here, I forget things are different now.
I forget why I was mad, why I left.
And I see you come in like this.
And I remember.
What? What are you saying?
I don't think I should come around anymore.
I can take the kids back to my place after school if you need me. I can leave
them with Samson. But us seeing each other like this, it's keeping me
from moving on.
That's what you want to do? You want to move on?
It's what I need to do.
Felicia? Long time no see.
Running won't help you.
Bye, Felicia.
What do you want?
The original.
And you think I have it?
I think you're too much of an operator to not know where it is.
I'm an operator.
You're a fucking pick -me.
So desperate for a pat on the head.
What is this tough guy shit, Kayla?
It's not you.
And it's not that serious.
Maggie blew her head off.
So don't tell me this isn't serious.
Margaret. Yeah.
Shot herself right in front of me.
I see it every time I close my eyes.
She was always a little jumpy.
Was it brain matter splattered on the wall or was it red mess? She killed
herself to protect her family.
You're going to give me that footage.
Or what?
Kayla, what are you going to do to me? How far are you going to go, huh?
Did I tell you how I found Margaret?
Mastermind gave her to me.
Yeah, he's cleaning house.
But you already know that, don't you?
I mean, you're not living in a six -story walk -up in Chinatown with no AC
because you're like, I'll be on the... There's no more hiding.
Not for any of us.
So you need to help me make a decision right now. Do I send him a flare to find
you here, or do I send it to North Carolina where your husband and daughter
holed up?
Painting's a nice touch.
Wouldn't believe the amount of times that soldiers, they asked me if it was
of the experiment.
Truth is, it just came with the building, but having it here, it was
Pavlovian, right?
Subject sees painting.
Subject remembers previous trauma.
It was fascinating watching those big, strong men just fall apart.
They wanted so badly to believe that they were special, just like you.
They were just cogs, too afraid to live their life without orders, like you.
Because with orders, you can pretend that somebody else made you do what you
did.
I didn't do what you did.
I didn't do that.
I had no idea what was going on. You picked the soldiers.
I wrote profiles for a mission, not for this shit. We're all profiled, Kayla.
Who's willing to ride the line?
Who's willing to do the dirty work? Who needs a pat on the head? so fucking
badly that she'll do anything.
You can pretend that you're one of the good guys, but he knew what you were
the very beginning.
Bitch, please.
You're not gonna kill me.
You're not even gonna really hurt me.
You have no idea what I'm gonna do. You have no idea what you'll do, and that's
why you're so scared.
I could kill you right now.
You're not better than us Kayla, you're just weaker No,
no, no
I can wipe both you motherfuckers! When this is done, when this is done, when
this is done, you can do with her whatever the fuck you want.
Whatever the fuck you want. But right now, we need information, so I need you
get your shit together. You motherfuckers!
You motherfuckers, motherfuckers!
God damn it! God damn it!
They ain't deserve to be treated like all that.
No sir, no sir, no sir.
Ooh, you motherfuckers.
You motherfuckers is monsters.
Mm -hmm.
Well, there's a man who worked for a serial killer.
Like a dirty cop.
Drug dealer murderer for hire.
And before that, Sergeant Robert Abelard, U .S. Army 101st Airborne.
Shit.
Shit. Lord knows, Lord knows I...
I always wanted to be a hero.
And then you go where they send you, and you do what they tell you to do, and
then you see shit, and then you realize you ain't no hero at all.
You're just another weapon.
No!
Before Esteban became a muckraker, he was a street artist. Went by Chaka.
He paid us on the wall facing Crestbrook's Chicago offices.
Kind of dope.
That the motherfucker try to run you over?
That's him, Donnie motherfucking Hayes.
Crestbrook took out his family farm.
Ooh, nothing brings people together like a good old -fashioned hate fest.
What's with the Chicano art?
Yeah, does any of this mean something to you?
Overall style feels very Azteca.
Mm -hmm.
Where you from again?
Guatemala.
But I took a pre -Columbian class in college.
Can you fill in some of the blanks for me?
Bro, I barely got a B -minus in that class.
All right. But I'm still in touch with Dr.
Gonzalez.
You know what?
I'll send you his info.
Please.
You get some?
A line on the second victim of the Duvernay case.
Milo Sotovijal, age 35, flown off the book's doctor for a bullet wound just
after midnight.
That's 45 minutes after the murder. Mm -hmm. And I got a tip on his current.
You want a ride?
Go.
Gotta go check out Vegas Professor.
Hey, Nana, you get my message? Yeah, baby, and I bought my train ticket. But
you pissed off Al, I'm going to whoop your ass.
Milo. Who the fuck are you?
Detective Vega, MPD.
Who shot you?
I wouldn't do that.
Hands on the open.
I had an infection like that in the service.
Hurt like a mother.
And I'm guessing you can't risk going to see a doctor.
What's the deal?
You give us a name, we come back here with antibiotics.
No questions asked.
No names.
You have to take your chances going to the hospital.
Providing you make it that long.
Put the guns away and then we can talk.
You've heard.
Who shot you? What, the TK?
I don't know who the fuck that is.
We were doing business and that motherfucker tried to rob us.
I heard my buddy call him Night Train.
That was right before he started shooting.
What do you see here?
There's a lot of rear cards, right?
Look at him.
Loteria. Okay, close enough.
Yes, they are Loteria cards.
And you notice a resemblance to the art that you showed me, right?
It's damn near identical.
Yes, and that makes me very curious because this deck is obscure almost
to the point of being forgotten. It reflects a very old story born from the
resistance to La Conquista.
a legend named La Niña de las Flores.
After Cortés and his men killed the emperor Motecuizoma, they made
their way into Xochimilán, the land of the flowers,
the home to a brave young woman.
Mientras los soldados atacaban, la madre de Xochi la instó a cantar una antigua
canción que inspiraría a su pueblo a resistir.
When the soldiers realized Xochi's song was working, la arrastraron hasta el
borde de un cráter y la arrojaron dentro.
Pero desde el fondo del cráter, siguió cantando. She continued.
To sing.
To silence Xochitl. They piled dirt more and more
until the crater became the volcano Takana.
In order to save her people, Xochitl had to fight her way
to the top of the mountain from the inside, past the ten levels, each
a demon.
More fearsome than the laugh.
The first level, guarded by a giant dog.
El perro.
The second level, el curandero. An evil medicine man.
El pecador.
El parasito.
The judge.
Victims are all a part of this story. The architect, el martillo, la boca, la
guardia, protecting the throne room.
Luis Perez is living out the legend, La Niña de las Flores.
To her, the defendants in her mother's lawsuit are the demons she must defeat
order to save her people.
Her first victim, Sheriff Morgan, he's a dog gone to underworld. Dr. Turlock.
He's a medicine man, El Corrundero. Helbig, he's a sinner. I believe Paul
Hartsfield, the crooked labor secretary, is the parasite.
Nat Gancar, they're the guard, which means that Lance Durand is the crown of
fingers.
Nasty. Absolutely.
But it's also a pattern.
Holy shit.
She's killing him in the order of the story.
Exactly. Which means that if we match these three, El Arquitecto and Martí on
Boca, we'll find out who her next target is.
Hi, how's it going?
You look very maudlin. What are you doing?
Hey, take this, please.
Listen to me, okay?
You have nothing to worry about. This place is locked up tighter than four
docks. It's a strange thing.
Isn't it?
What?
Knowing you've done something so bad just to make someone want to kill you?
There's no doubt. We had to make very tough decisions along the way. Tough
decisions.
Those were lives, Lance.
Children.
If I hadn't had the idea, none of this would have happened. Come on, look.
There have been brutal moments in this journey, but we are trying to save the
world.
And that shit ain't easy, okay?
But it's working.
This is your legacy, Jelani.
You're a good man. You're my best friend, all right?
And I'm going to play this card just a bit. You kind of owe it to me to have a
good day.
You do.
I was sent to get you to take pictures. We have to take pictures.
Have you seen your wife yet?
Oh, my Lord.
Wait till you see her.
Come on, man.
Look who's back for more.
Glutton for punishment.
Mastermind called that, too.
Same stuff you used on those soldiers.
There's no way you caught the drug.
You willing to bet your life on that?
And your sanity?
There.
All done.
Nice.
Where's the footage?
Look, even if I knew... Have you ever read those studies on torture?
I mean, statistically, it almost never leads to reliable information, but...
Do you know what it does do?
It fucks people's minds.
And not just the minds of the people being tortured. It literally rewires the
brains of the people doing the torture.
So when you were torturing those soldiers, your brain
was recording the violence as if it was happening to you.
Did you know that?
Please stop. Where's the footage?
Please don't do this.
There it is.
Can you feel it yet?
You can feel it, can't you?
Stop! Stop!
It's original documents from the secure storage.
30 floors under your boss's office. Just get that fucking thing out of me!
It's too tight.
If this doesn't pan out, we will be talking again.
There's my baby.
How are you feeling today?
Things are looking up.
We got a second victim.
Put a name to the shooter.
No way.
Well, it's a street name, but we were hoping you could recognize it.
If I do, I'll tell you everything I can, John.
Night train.
That mean anything?
I wish I could say yes.
But I've never heard that name.
I'm sorry.
You bring those photos we talked about?
Madonna, I got a lot of work. Maybe another time. Oh, come on now. You gotta
have something.
Let me see a little bit of what I missed.
Oh, what are you supposed to be there?
I'm a cowboy.
Alex is a ninja.
Nana Mama sent us to the park to stop us from tearing up the house.
I know that park.
It's Anacostia by the water.
There used to be an old crazy man down there selling candy.
He was always yelling something about blue men from Mars. Blue man from Pluto
what he was always.
You recognize that man?
Never seen him before.
Who is he?
It's Tyson Knight.
A .K .A. Nitrate.
A .K .A. TK.
You sure?
Positive, baby.
Like I said before.
You think I could see some more pictures?
I mean, if it's not too much.
You sure about that?
I mean, Dan and Mama was sure you're happy with the camera back in the day.
I mean, after this little bit.
I've gotten to see some of who you are.
I've been blown away.
I feel like if I can see where you came from and how you got to be here,
I think I can know you a little bit better.
Welcome back. We managed to match which cards we think each of the last three
targets represents.
Akbar pointed out Griffith Stoker's a lobbyist and a former lawyer. He's got
be LaBocca, the mouthpiece. And Nuri Mohindra, she runs the machine that
the kids in line, the hammer.
Which would make Jelani the architect.
The one who dreamed up the entire child labor scheme.
That makes him next on the kill list, right?
What time's that wedding?
What I love is not only what this union says to the world, but what it says to
the universe.
Witness this man, fucking incredible man, whose ancestors hail
from Benin, whose people landed in Mississippi, and whose own ambition
took him to Washington, D .C.
And witness this powerful woman, whose ancestors hail from Angola,
and whose people landed in Salvador, Bahia, 4 ,000 miles away.
History, geography, and probability tell us these two people never should have
survived, let alone met.
Ancestors ripped from the motherland and sent to opposite sides of the globe,
yet here they are today, standing before us, claiming your own
motherland.
Wherever you land, wherever you stand.
Right? So this is my favorite part, y 'all. Grab your glass.
Raise it high and let us celebrate this union and celebrate the reunion of the
diaspora and to Mr. and Mrs. Amadou, may you have 1 ,000 children.
Cheers, y 'all.
B .I. in Metro PD.
Agent Goff, we need to get in there. No, that's a negative.
You two have been specifically barred from the event.
Call Roy. The order comes straight from Director Hammett. You're not to have any
contact with Lance Durant. Fuck Durant. The groom is the next on the killer's
list.
getting away.
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