Original subtitles

Dominguez looks strong.

Even better than she did two weeks ago, huh? I haven't seen her since the

hospital. How's her leg?

I'm good.

How's the interrogating?

You still haven't done any interrogations?

We need to chat with Falco Navarro. He's the head of the 63rd Street Chacales.

Call them off!

You owe me now, Momo.

You're driving in your car.

A little girl runs into the road in front of you.

You slam on the brakes, but it's not enough.

Your car flips and crash.

When you wake up, you feel different.

Before the crash, you walk by this church a million times.

After the crash, instead of walking by,

you walk in.

You walk in and you think about the person you were before the crash.

All the things you said, all the things you did, all the things that made you

who you are.

And you wonder where that person went.

But what you might not know...

is that everyone around you feels like they were in a crash of their own.

After the crash, they feel different too, right along with you.

And you're all just sitting there wondering if there's a way to get back

to the people you were before.

Look at me.

Is there anything you can remember about where he was calling

from?

I left him.

It's my fault this happened.

Hey.

You're up early.

Sorry. Was it too loud?

No. It's fine. I needed to get home and showered anyway. Your shower really

sucks. Who died?

No one. I'm prepping for my first interrogation.

Oh,

baby's first interrogation. Look how your face lit up.

How do you feel?

Excited?

Nervous.

Hungry.

I'll make some eggs.

Hail Mary.

Full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

What the hell is this?

You following me, Flaco?

What, y'all be popping up on me all the time? At the park?

At my crib?

Guess I'll be popping too.

Surprise. You need to pop your ass into that confessional over there. I'm not

the one pulling guns out on innocent old ladies.

You knew that was my tia you drew down on, right?

Yeah, I know.

But something tells me she's not that innocent.

I saved your boy's life.

The little redhead.

His ass would have been folded had I not intervened.

So it's like I told you before.

You owe me, mama.

Don't think I won't stab you in the church.

Give my love to your tia.

Notice you walked here.

It's quite a hike.

You're not driving no more, huh?

I get it. I'll be gunshot, too, if I flip my whip like a Hot Wheel.

You're not a tad curious what I want?

The benefits is both.

Okay, what?

It's easier if I show you than tell you.

Come on, Mama.

Live a little.

It's not just the church.

After the crash...

You find yourself walking into a lot of places you never would have before.

If either of you try anything, I swear to God I will cut you both.

Understood.

What did I tell you, homie?

She's a little gangster.

My boy Manny here didn't think he was gonna come.

He of little faith. Thing is, no matter how hard you try to go back... You're

not the same person you were before the crash.

And you never will be.

That was Gibson Dominguez.

I don't know.

Gibson was over here a minute ago. Yeah, I know.

He wouldn't shut up about me putting him in interrogation.

That was today?

I could have sworn that was yesterday.

It was yesterday.

The day before that, too. Damn kid won't shut up about it. Why don't you just let

him do an interrogation?

You know what happened to Carl.

Yeah, I do.

Oh, there he is.

How's he doing? Taking a stroll?

I'll go get him up to speed.

Mike. How goes it, Chief?

Sorry. I pulled into the wrong parking lot.

That plaza weighs back.

I got Cib searching for sand dollars. You're parking at Dairy Queen. The

body's right here. There was no Dairy Queen.

What's all this about?

I think your kid was out surfing, lost his board.

The ripcord attaches to the ankle, not the waist, Mike.

Then I'm stumped.

Some sort of abrasion.

Seems fresh.

Irritated by the salt water. Hey, there's something poking up here.

I need to get this off. Take a look.

How stoked am I? First case back.

Paradise, basically.

To go from the desk to this, it's like, pinch me, you know?

What'd I miss?

The victim is still unidentified.

A group of sailors doing formations found him.

No signs of foul play, so we're thinking it's a drowning.

By the way, what are you doing over here? I was looking for Lala.

I was thinking she might have gone to the wrong part of the beach.

Yeah, no, that's Public Beach here, Navy Beach.

Starts over here. Oh, crap.

Did I forget to pick her up?

No, it was my turn. I waited outside her place for 20 minutes. She wasn't there.

Maybe she spent the night at her sister's last night?

Sternum's broken at the upper joint.

It's an injury consistent with CPR.

Someone tried to save him, then just left him?

Whoa!

Lala's sister get a new pimped-out ride?

Y'all never seen a woman hop out of an Apollo before?

Come on, let's get this body loaded up. Let's go.

Hey, I waited for you at your place. Sorry, I got held up.

Well, you could have paged me. I would have waited longer.

It's okay.

I got a ride.

My neighbor brought me.

Hey, gang, what do we got?

How's it hanging, Cliff? You getting settled back up in your lair?

This body that washed up on the beach, what are you thinking?

Thinking I've had the case for all of 20 minutes.

The only reason I'm back up in that office?

My solve rate, Mike.

My uncanny ability to get the best out of all of my agents. Now, if I want to

stay up there, that has to continue.

What's that got to do with me?

It means let's get this beach thing closed and quickly, all right?

Dot those I's, cross those T's.

Dotting and crossing is what I do.

By the way, Gibbs asked me to put in a good word about him interrogating. That

damn kid, he's obsessing. Why don't you just let him do it?

You know what happened to Carl?

What happened to Carl?

His first interrogation. He got all worked up. Couldn't hold on to his

biscuit. He vomited? All over the suspect's shoes. Well, just tell Gibbs

not to eat before he goes in. It ain't that simple, Cliff. I put a lot of hours

into this kid.

Been a big investment.

If I let him go into that box early, I've seen it blow guys' whole careers.

I thought Carl was just incompetent. You're saying he never reached his full

potential? Hmm?

Franks. I gave Randy your missing persons list. He's going over it now.

Thank you. Oh, Phil called. He said it's going to be a delay in processing your

evidence. Why?

Woody went to Boca to celebrate his mom's birthday.

Okay. I guess.

Gail, I'm going to be upstairs decluttering with Wheeler. Oh, yeah.

Barry really made a mess of that office with all those papers and cigars.

If I don't get all of that out of there, Wheeler's OCD is going to get the best

of him.

I thought he had IBS.

It don't got to be one or the other, Gail.

Yeah.

L-O-U-G-A... Hey, did you get an ID on your John Doe? I heard he was,

uh, wearing an umbilical cord or something.

You got a minute?

Yeah, hey, Carl, we need the space.

On the phone, Vera. Yeah, with Blockbuster, complaining about your

charges. I gotta call you back.

That's right. Next time, either rewind your little nudie films and return them

on time or pay the penalty.

What's up?

You know this guy?

Uh, yeah, that's Rico Luna, right? Yeah, I know him.

He, uh, used to run with the 63rd Street Chacales, but I heard he splintered off,

started doing his own thing. Why?

I think he killed someone.

Yeah, he's one of Flacco's guys. They are all killers. You know that.

You okay?

And what's this I hear about your neighbor giving you a ride to the crime

scene? Next time, just call me.

It wasn't my neighbor.

Because... Okay, well, Gibbs said that you... I know what Gibbs said.

I lied.

Lied? Who dropped you off?

What's up, Vera Strickland? It's Randolph on the mic.

Have you seen Lala?

I'm right here, Randolph.

Oh, phenomenal.

Could you please head over to the bullpen? Because we just got an ID on

our body.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Are you just going to leave me hanging?

We'll talk later.

Victim is Miguel Castillo, 19 years old. He's a sophomore at Coronado College.

How'd you ID him?

His roommate called him in missing when he didn't come home last night. We

matched his photo to the body.

What's the lady's from Tango?

Confirmed cause of death is drowning. No indication he was held underwater, so it

appears accidental.

We still can't account for where the scrape on the leg came from. Could have

happened when they were dragging him out to do CPR.

What kind of person tries to save him and then leaves him out there? What do

we know about the kid? You got a record? No, but... his dad does.

Jack Castillo. A month ago, a neighbor heard yelling from his house, called

911. When the cops showed up, Miguel had a black eye, and his dad was charged

with assault.

Gibbs, let's take a ride. Talk to Daddy.

Dominguez. I'll check in on Phil, see if he figured out that umbilical cord. The

what? The thing on his body.

Rope is coming out his back, not his belly.

I'll call Coronado College, see who we can talk to down there.

Dominguez, word of advice.

Whoever you're knocking boots with, it's your business.

But your fella drops you off at a crime scene, that makes it everybody's

business. My fella?

Don't get me wrong, I ain't judging, but... Look, I'm glad you haven't

fallen. You deserve it.

I'm just glad you're back.

Boss, did Wheeler mention anything about me interrogating? Bro, I'll be just

getting the damn car.

No, this is hard, Mr. Castillo, but we gotta ask you a few questions.

It's okay if I shut this off?

Boy's mama around.

She passed away.

She OD'd when he was four years old.

I was all that he had, and he was all that I had.

What happened last month?

There's a police report that said you laid hands on him.

He lost focus.

I was just trying to get him back on track.

We got to arguing.

His grades slipped.

No, uh, his lap times, uh... He was a swimmer.

Yeah.

Looks like he was a damn good one.

Yeah.

You know, Miggy didn't have a whole lot of natural talent.

But we were training till we couldn't train no more.

Scholarship was the only way he was gonna get to college.

Lord knows we couldn't afford it.

But my boy, he trained hard.

He got a full ride of Coronado.

You got any idea what this thing is?

We got always hooked up to it when he died.

It's a slim training parachute.

Creates resistance in the water.

Helps increase your speed.

That way?

He had that on him.

You saying he was training out there in the ocean? Were you still training him?

Yeah, whenever he asked me to. He asked you to last night?

Gibbs. No, he did not.

Then where were you?

Gibbs.

I was at home.

Alone. You were out there with him, and you pushed him too hard. You want to

talk about pushing him?

Why don't you ask his teammates on the swim team? They're the ones that were...

He drowned. You pulled him back to shore. You tried to save him, but you

were too late. What are you talking about?

That's all for now, Mr. Castillo.

Appreciate your time.

Why are we leaving?

Boss.

Boss! The hell was that?

Wait, he admitted to hitting his kid.

You heard him say how hard he trains him. He trained him to death out there.

I said you ain't ready to interrogate, so you gotta go in there and put on a

show? He was ready to break.

The hell would you know about it?

You're in there trying to prove a point instead of listening to what he was

making. What?

He's trying to tell us to look at them swimmers while you're busy stunting your

career.

Stunting my career?

Hey!

What, you think I'm like Carl?

I think you ain't ready to interrogate and you just proved it.

I'll talk for you.

Them blabbermouth prince of yours won't shut up till you're doing 20 in San

Quentin.

That ain't my gun.

That's all I gotta say.

Oh my god, if today taught me one thing, it's that I don't think I'm cut out for

real estate.

I was thinking maybe accounting.

I'm good with numbers.

What do you think?

Sounds boring.

Fireman, then?

That the swimmer kid?

Mm-hmm.

I see you're still prepping for your big interrogation.

You gonna get in there soon?

Franks doesn't think I'm ready.

And how do you feel about that?

There's this guy, Carl.

When he did his first interrogation, he threw up and it stunted his career.

Pretty sure I was asking about you and not this Carl guy.

Let me tell you a story.

My boss wouldn't give me any listings over 200K.

He kept them all for himself, said I wasn't ready, but I knew I was.

So I went door to door in Crestview Estates, convinced some random rich guy

to sell, and sold his ridiculous McMansion for 12% over asking.

So why do you want to be an accountant?

I'm just saying sometimes you gotta grab the bull by the horns.

Coach?

Guys from NIS are here.

Agent Franks and Randolph.

How are your boys holding up, coach?

Better than me.

I canceled practice today, but a few of them showed up anyway.

That pool is their sanctuary.

Miguel had one of them parachute things on him when we found him.

Yeah, that's what we heard.

They're a great tool, but they should never be used in the ocean.

Way too dangerous.

Did Miguel know that?

All the guys do.

So then why risk it, you think?

Ocean training is brutal, but... It works.

Miguel's times were slow, so he was under a lot of pressure to get quicker,

no matter the risk.

His dad said some of them swimmers were pressing Miguel hard. Y'all okay with

that? His dad pressed him pretty hard, too. Maybe we were all a little tough on

him. Our Captain Owen, especially.

He wanted him out there now?

No. He told me he was in the group headed to your office to be interviewed.

I'm sure he is. I ain't in charge of scheduling.

Hey.

Take it easy on my guys, will ya?

They've been through hell this season.

Even before this.

How's that?

They all lost their scholarships this year.

School took all our money and put it towards football and basketball.

Screwed our boys over.

So how'd Miguel get money for tuition?

I'm not sure.

I know he was current on his dues.

I just assume his dad came up with the money somehow.

His daddy don't know he lost his scholarship.

Yeah, last name Luna, first name Rico.

No, I'm just wondering if you guys were ever able to pick him up on anything.

I'll give you a call back.

Let's talk to Randy. He faxed over some school records.

Miguel and the team captain got suspended for a meet because they got

arrested for fighting down in Tijuana.

Captain would be Owen Hawkins?

Yeah. Randy said the guy pushed Miguel pretty hard in the pool.

What's this about their scholarships?

Coach said all the swimmers lost them because of budget cuts.

It says here Miguel paid off his tuition in cash.

Where do you think he got that kind of money?

Are you working a case with Vera?

Huh? No, uh, this is just, um... You know, I heard you've been badgering

Franks about getting into interrogation.

Is that because I brought it up to you the other day?

What? No.

You didn't bring up me interrogating, did you? Yeah, I did.

Last week.

In the dark room, remember?

Oh, yeah, right.

Well, maybe subconsciously it got in my head.

I mean, I do care what you think.

Bunch of big boys in our lobby right now.

They're buddies.

They're banging.

They're swimmers.

Here for us.

Hey, Roy.

Heard you're on a real interrogation kick leap.

I believe you and I have some unfinished business.

You said we could talk later.

I've just been sitting there waiting since yesterday.

Didn't even go home to sleep. Would you stop?

Uh, help Gail get the swimmers checked in. I'll be right back.

Uh, Phil called from the lab to request that you all stop calling him. He's very

overwhelmed with our wedding. Does he have an ETA on our evidence yet? Okay,

here's the team roster and the forms the swim guys need to fill out.

Write their name on top and match them to the people out there. After that,

we'll take them up to the conference room one by one. Isn't this the

secretary's job?

Yes, but don't worry. You could do it.

Look at what I got.

Where'd you get that? I did some digging after you abandoned me.

Apparently, this is the only known photo of your guy Luna. Had the FBI fax it to

me. Why?

Because it seemed like he was going to be important to us.

I would have made you a copy.

Okay.

Come on.

What is going on?

Is he the one that dropped you off at the crime scene? No.

It was Falco Navarro.

What? Dude, are you serious?

Yeah. I was at church.

He stopped by, talking about how I owe him.

And he wanted me to take a ride.

Okay, since when do you go to church?

That's your question.

Take a ride where? To a cemetery.

He showed me his cousin's grave. Said Luna murdered him two weeks ago.

And what? Flacco wants you to investigate his cousin's murder now?

He wants me to take Luna down.

With what evidence?

Flaco's got some.

Some what? Something he's going to plant for you to find?

Shh. He could just plant something for you to find.

Did that accident knock a screw loose? Shh. Okay. The vents.

Relax. I didn't say I'd do it.

I just said I'd think about it. What is there to think about?

Luna is a monster, Vera.

We're talking at least a dozen brutal homicides. FBI's been after him for

years, but he's careful. They can't pin anything on him.

Do you hear yourself?

What did I say that's so bad?

I don't know. You're rationalizing doing Flacco's dirty work.

He is playing you. You're gonna tank your whole career. You don't see that?

Just promise me you're not gonna do this.

You know the world would be a much safer place with Luna locked up.

I could say the same thing about Flaco.

All right, thanks for your patience, guys. We'll get you in and out of here

as quick as we can.

Mitch Sanchez?

Right here.

Fill that out, please.

Ryan Patterson.

Yeah.

Who are you?

Owen Hawkins.

You're the captain?

Yeah.

Gail.

Is the interrogation room open?

I think so. Why?

Our victim had a scrape on the side of his leg. That kid has the same thing.

So, what's that mean?

It means I'm taking him downstairs to interrogate him.

Really? I heard Franks won't let you into interrogation because Carl puked in

there.

Where did you go?

I was looking everywhere.

I was talking to Vera. Did Gibbs start the interviews already? He's not in the

conference room.

It's not my fault.

He went rogue.

Gail?

Where is he?

What happened with you and Miguel down in Tijuana?

He had a fight because he was holding the guys back in the pool?

Or was he too slow?

No, we weren't fighting each other.

We drank too much and got a bar fight.

This is, uh...

Where

were you two nights ago?

I threw a kegger at my place. The party went until 3 a.m. Most of the team was

there.

You know someone was with him, out there training when he drowned.

You think it was me?

I wouldn't train in the ocean. That's reckless.

Seems like something his dad would do, though. I talked to him.

We did.

He said it wasn't him.

Well, I'm saying it wasn't me.

How did you get that scrape on your leg?

It's... it's nothing. It's from the cord of a parachute we use for training.

Chief's my leg sometimes.

Chief Miguel's leg, too.

Makes sense. We all use it.

But then why are you and him the only ones whose legs got all scraped out?

The rest of the guys upstairs didn't.

You know what I think, Owen?

I think you got that scrape on your leg from training with a parachute out in

the ocean.

The rough waters.

Easy, Gibbs.

You got him.

Miguel wasn't a strong enough swimmer to be out there, but you took him anyway,

didn't you?

To push him.

He drowned.

You tried to do CPR.

That's not what happened, I swear. What did happen?

What did you do?

I didn't do anything.

No kids.

You had them.

Did you hurt your hand?

Just tell me what you did.

I don't have anything else to say.

Do I have to, like, do this?

Am I under arrest?

Should you be?

Oh, my God.

What the hell are you doing?

I had him. Yeah, and you lost him. He said he wants to leave. We can't hold

him. Where is he?

I hope to God what Dale just told me ain't true.

He defied me, Cliff.

I heard you the first time. Lala said the kid was about to break, too. I think

he was the other kid out in the ocean that night. Gibbs went too hard at him,

spooked him. Where is he now?

Last I've seen, I've seen his paw.

No, not Gibbs, the swimmer. I don't know, probably off doing whatever

college kids do, eating ramen and diddling himself.

Please, Mary Jo, I can't hear myself think.

It's the quiet shredder.

It ain't quiet enough.

As if I ain't got enough problems, Woody's out of town, so my forensics is

delayed. Mary Jo, shredder, please.

That's just another example of how I'm put upon, Cliff. The burden this job

lays at my doorstep. Damn it, Mary Jo!

Mike, hey, this can't wait. Okay, look around. There's paper everywhere.

What happened to this being your first important case back, huh?

Crossing and dotting and whatnot.

That's your job, not mine. Excuse me? I am sack again.

Okay, I cannot be El Jefe and a shoulder to cry on. Oh, don't forget who helped

get your ass back up here, Castro.

She knows.

Don't you, Mary Jo?

Boss, Owen Hawkins lied to me. His alibi didn't check out.

He said he was at a kegger at his house where Miguel drowned. There was a party,

but the other guys on the team said Owen wasn't there.

Let's go.

Move your ass.

He's not here.

Open the damn door.

We're looking for Owen Hawkins. He lives here, doesn't he?

Do you guys have, like, a warrant or something?

You're supposed to ask that before you let us in, dumbass. It's too late now,

bud.

We ain't worried about little Mary Jane.

He's not back here, boss.

All right, last chance.

I ain't gonna ask you again where to go.

I don't know.

Where'd he go? I don't know. You're lying, boy. Talk.

I said talk.

Mexico. Where in Mexico?

I don't know. He took a bus. That's all I know. I swear.

Now that's when you go hard.

All right.

We got a college boy heading down to El Mexico.

We know he's going by bus, and all the lines tonight are running to the same

four cities.

Ensenada, Tijuana, Tecate, and Rosarito.

The Mingus is calling the station.

Yep, and we already faxed Owen's photos to all four.

No sign of him yet, though, and the dispatch dude in Rosarito says our fax

never came through.

Robbie, go refax the kid's photo.

Is this the secretary's job?

Yeah. But you can figure it out.

Sure can.

Boss, Owen and Miguel were partying in Tijuana when they got arrested.

Isn't he likely to go someplace they know?

Migas, where do the gringos hang out in Tijuana?

I don't know.

Mexican, ain't you?

I think they say various places, Mike.

Well, call their pal down there, Rodolfo.

You mean Rogelio? Yeah, tell him to put a bolo out for Hawkins. They do have

bolos down there, right?

Hi, Mike.

Mary Jo, I got to fax a picture to a Mexican bus station.

Do I dial a one?

Mary Jo!

Gail! Hey, Gail!

Need a hand?

Hi, Carl.

Oh, I got something for you.

Dramamine.

It's generic, but it'll do the trick.

I don't need this.

I heard about what happened in interrogation.

I didn't vomit, Carl.

Really?

Because I heard you fractured your hand and blew chunks everywhere.

That's simply not true.

My suggestion?

That dream of being an interrogator?

You need to let that go.

Find a niche.

I'm fishing wildlife with the side of office equipment.

Yeah, you're gonna be fine.

Romy, with me.

Woody's back, he's got something.

Boss, I know I messed up. Yep, you sure did.

But you can save your sorries, Broby. It ain't necessary this time. You and me

were good.

We are?

Yeah.

See, I was thinking on how I was gonna handle this, how mean I was gonna get.

Then I saw Carl with your fax machine giving you Dramamine, and I realized the

whole damn office thinking you're the new Carl, that is punishment enough.

Sorry for sore eyes. How was your mama's party?

Delightful, Michael. Thank you for asking.

A lot of boozing.

But you know, Mother. No, but I've heard stories. Unfortunately, I had to fly

back a day early because Phil's panic attack seemed to be gaining steam.

You have responsibilities.

Did Phil tell you what that is?

He didn't have to. I know a swim training parachute when I see one.

Okay. Yeah, I also know when one's been retrofitted. Here, take a gander.

Sees to be sewn here on the sides.

Right here and here.

And then they used an adhesive substance on the top.

It was made into a bag.

Yeah.

Found it.

Told you I knew where the drug test was.

Product, please.

What product?

Uh, we found trace amounts of this white powder stuck in the adhesive.

Just waiting for Phil to get his head out of his ass so he can test it.

Forensics, Woodrow.

Yeah. Well done. It's Lala.

Lala, it's Gibbs.

Really? Where?

Yep. That's Blow.

Oh, Primo stuff, too. I've never seen it turn blue that fast.

Okay, thanks. We'll be back soon.

One of Rogelio's guys just saw a kid that matches Owen's description at a

beach in Tijuana.

They still got eyes on him? No. They said he met up with a bunch of known

cartel guys. They drove off, then Owen disappeared.

I think these little pricks have been mulling coke for the cartel.

Swimming across the damn border. What if Owen didn't run to Mexico to flee? What

if he's down there doing another drug run?

Son of a bitch.

Sounds crazy, but I was relieved when I saw you guys.

It was finally over.

I was gonna get what I deserved, yeah.

But that bastard... Would too. When we lost our scholarships,

he told us he had a way we could make some quick cash.

He organized it with the cartel.

He took the biggest cut.

He used us.

Some assistant coach, huh?

He didn't even care when Miguel died.

The night it happened, I looked behind me.

And Miguel was face down in the water.

His chute was all tangled up in his legs.

So I had to cut the coke loose. It was the only way that I could bring Miguel

back to shore.

You did CPR?

I tried.

He was already blue.

And Coach Gower ran up yelling, saying that we had to get out of there. And you

left that boy rot.

Coach said that I had to do another run.

To make up for what I lost.

Or the cartel would kill us.

Do you think you could give Miguel's dad a message from me?

I just want him to know I'm sorry.

I'll tell him.

So in the end, it really just took two interrogations to break him.

You got the kid on the ropes, then Franks and Lala got the knockout.

Am I putting too much lipstick on the piggy?

Yeah, I almost blew the case.

I know I said grab the bull by the horns, but damn, you really went for it.

No, that's not why I did it. Then why did you?

Hand's still hurting.

It's fine.

What about your stomach?

I didn't vomit. Then why did Carl give you the Dramamine again? Because he

vomited, and he thinks I'm gonna end up just like him.

Stunted with a niche. And how do you feel about that?

Come on.

Leroy.

I'm here. Talk to me.

What are you most afraid of?

I don't know.

That maybe he's right.

Interrogating is all about communication, and that's never been

something I've been very good at.

But it's an important part of this job, and if I can't do this job, all of this

job, then I don't know who I'm supposed to be.

I don't know this, Carl, but I do know you well enough to know that you cannot

be stunted.

You...

I know Carl.

You're driving in your car.

A little girl runs into the road in front of you.

And who...

Who by fire?

Who by water?

Who in the sunshine?

Who in the nighttime?

Who's over there? You slam on the brakes, but it's not enough.

Your car flips and crash.

When you wake up, you feel different.

Here she is, my favorite fed.

I thought about your offer, Flaco.

And as much as I'd like to put Luna away, I can't do it.

Not like this.

Nah, I saw the look in your eye at the cemetery.

You was raring to go.

Who got to you?

Honestly, a guy I work with went rogue today.

I need to set a better example.

He looks up to me. He cares what I think.

He cares what you think?

Or you care what he thinks about you?

Why do you even need me?

Why not take Luna out yourself?

You really are a little gangster.

Luna has a lot of soldiers running with him now.

I'm trying to make sure no more of mine get hurt.

Sorry. I can't help you.

Luna caught me slipping.

Kept my cousin right in front of me.

His blood's on my hands.

But the people he kills tomorrow and the day after that, their blood's on yours.

You hold on to that, mama.

Before the crash, you walked by this church a million times.

After the crash, instead of walking by, you walk in because

you're not the same person you were before.

and you never will be.