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Gopher, Lucas.
Keep up, okay?

Now with these drought
conditions, if we're lucky...

We'll see a Wood Stork.

I see a wood's dork.

Seriously, who cares about
some dumb-ass bird?

Dude...
what's that smell?

Whoa. A dead boar.

Nasty.
Where's the head?

Somebody cut it off.

Like...Maybe some
devil-worshipers or something.

Check it out.

It ate a zipper.

Whoa.

Cool!

From the diameter,
I'm guessing adult male.

The fabric protected it
from the pig's stomach acid,

but gauging by the degree
of tissue necrosis,

I'm guessing it's been here
about five, six days.

I'll call Callie,
have her check the E.R.s,

see if anyone's
lost a finger lately.

It's okay. I got it.

What?
It's work-related.

Which means she's got to
call you back, right?

Eh, doesn't matter.
I got no bars anyway.

Cellphone towers are banned
on state-protected land.

It disorients bats.

We wouldn't want that,
would we?

So, there's no way of getting
this boar back to the lab,

so I guess we're gonna do
a field dissection.

I did a paper on boars
in grad school.

If you want, I can do
the dissection, huh?

I got it.

Big Alpha male.

They usually live alone in the
woods until mating season.

They're smart, ferocious,
omnivorous.

And tasty. So why didn't
the hunter bring home the bacon?

Well, this is
a protected hunting area,

and boars
are out of season.

Looks like someone
just wanted the head,

left the rest
for the buzzards.

Yeah.
A trophy hunt, huh?

Well, that would account

for this weird-ass --
pun intended -- entry wound.

From a crossbow --
maybe a broadhead arrow?

Trophy hunter's
weapon of choice.

Yeah, less sound
than a gun,

less likely
for Fish and Game to hear.

That and it's
an adrenaline rush.

A boar has thick hide,

so you have to get
within 30 feet for a kill shot.

If you miss,
it'll turn and charge.

They have
razor-sharp tusks.

So maybe our missing finger
belongs to a poacher?

That's not
all he's missing.

Human lumbosacral vertebrae.

From the size,
I'm guessing a male in his 30s.

Check out the bling.

Bullet's lodged right in
the interior right side.

Looks like a gut shot.

And left out here
for the boars to eat.

Hunting accident,
maybe?

Hunting? Maybe.
But accident? Not a chance.

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Pig died yesterday.
John Doe died five days ago.

From the gunshot wound,
I'm guessing.

Found necrophagous insects
and blowfly maggots

on the severed finger.

There's more of this guy
out there?

Possibly, though we need
to find him fast

before his body
gets picked clean.

Any hits
from missing persons?

No, but I sent a print
from the finger

to records and identity

and the National
Fingerprint Registry

and got a hit
from the Coast Guard Reserve.

John Jackson, 34, single,
no surviving family --

or friends, either,
I guess.

Guy's gone five days,
and nobody misses him?

Former Marine Supply Sergeant,
did two tours in Iraq,

and now he's a weekend warrior
for the Coast Guard.

Worked two weekends a month
ordering supplies

for patrol ships
in the Gulf of Mexico.

Was he AWOL?

Didn't have to report to duty
till next Friday.

Lists a home address
outside Fort Myers.

Glad I gave you
the finger.

I'll head to Jackson's place,
see what I can find.

Might as well get a DNA sample
while I'm there.

Okay. Take Daniel.

- Daniel?
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, shouldn't Daniel go back to the
preserve, check the pig scat?

- It might lead to the missing body.
- Scat?

Pig poop.
Pig poop. Pig poop.

Alpha male like the one
that ate Jackson

will leave
a strong trail.

Okay. That's fine.

Call Callie,
and, Carlos, you go with Daniel.

On a wild boar chase?

I just showered.

Hey, the guy's a vet.

Suck it up
and find what's left of him

before more boars do.

Happy hunting.

Um...

Jackson's neighbor said
he didn't get out much.

Looks like he didn't leave this --
sorry.

...Room much.

Depression, maybe?

Over what?

His sweet man cave?

That's a 3d flat-screen,

gaming chair,
two gaming consoles,

not to mention the P38,
the AK-47,

and two Browning shotguns.

I think
there's one missing.

I'll get Daniel
to pull up the papers.

How does a guy
working two weekends a month

afford all these toys?

Well, maybe she'd know.

He downloaded her pics
last week.

Looks like
she's not that into him.

Well,
that was a month ago.

Maybe the guy
stayed in the game, right?

There. See?
She's coming around.

Or she's just
humoring him.

No, that smile says more to me
than just "humoring."

I guess he finally
wore her down.

Until she saw him

playing video games
in his boxers all day.

Lucky I'm a briefs guy.

These pics were downloaded
two days before he died.

So now we have a mystery woman
to go with our mystery man.

And maybe motive, too.

Ho! Trophy.

For a hunting trip?

"Colonel Forey's
Swamp Adventures."

I know this place.

It's by
the forest preserve.

It's a tourist trap
with snakes and gators.

We used to go there
on field trips as kids.

Looks like they helped Jackson
bag a boar.

Or they helped a boar
bag Jackson.

Don't forget to watch out
for toxicodendron plants,

Dr. Sanchez.

I know the expression,
Daniel.

"Leaves of three,
let them be."

Actually, poison sumac
has about 7 to 13 leaves --

more of a bush
than a vine.

Thrives in wet soil
like this.

Great.
Thanks for the tip --

after we've been out here
for two hours.

We're close.

Smell that?

Boar urine --
a lot of it.

I don't even want to know
how you know that.

Booyah!

What the hell
happened here?

Feeding frenzy.

Male boars fought over
the remains of something.

Yeah, but I don't see a skull
or any bones anywhere.

Yeah, well,
boars eat anything.

Whatever they miss,
ants and buzzards clean up.

Nature's
self-cleaning oven.

Didn't eat this.

It's a programmable
sailing watch.

Goes for about 500 bucks
or so.

Hmm.

The battery's dead.

Is that blood?

Ugh!

No, it's clear.

Smells sweet, though.

Whatever it is,
it's all over this grass, too.

High-fructose corn syrup.

Hogs go wild for it.

Hmm. Okay.

So, somebody killed Jackson
and doused him in syrup

to sweet-talk mother nature
into eating the evidence.

That's how he ended up
in the belly of the beast.

Okay, now cut it!
What?!

I'm gunning it!

- Okay, cut it! Cut it!
- Gun it?!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop!

Oh!

You said "Gun it."

No, I said cut it --
cut the wheel.

Now the axle's half-buried,
I mean --

Yeah, well, I told you
that this was a logging road.

So much for your sweet little,
you know --

It was gonna be a mud pit,
and, uh -- great. No service.

Well,
there's cellular service

down the, uh,
service road, so...

Yeah, it's this way.

Wait -- what?
You sure?

Why am I even out here?
You don't need a forensic nurse.

Well, you said that you knew
this part of the Glades

like the back
of your hand.

And somehow
that translated

into you dragging me
out here with you?

Oh, come on. I've dragged you
out into much worse.

No, you've dragged me
into much worse.

Really? I thought
we were past this part.

Past what?

Past being in this part,
you know? Angry.

Angry?
You think I'm angry?

Yeah, well, you know.

Little bit.

I was trying to
figure it all out, you know?

Trying to work it out so that
no one had to live with regret.

And what do you do?

You start seeing
your ex-girlfriend.

Uh, okay.

But Sam's gone now,
Cal.

Oh, but I seriously doubt
forgotten.

Well, I figure if Sam and I
were meant to be together,

after two tries,
then we would be together.

Kind of the same as if you and Ray
were meant to be divorced.

Ray is not the problem,
and you know it.

Well,
then what is the problem?

- Me!
- You?

Yeah, me, Jim.
I was scared.

Scared?

That I was jumping
into something amazing

because it was right there
for me to jump into.

I mean, am I seriously
supposed to believe

that the love of my life

is the first person
that I open up to since Ray?

That's terrifying.

The love of your life?

Life, yeah.

But clearly, I was wrong
if I could be this mad at you.

Well,
then maybe next time,

you shouldn't
raise the bar so high.

- Next time I won't.
- No, wait. Cal. Cal.

Callie!
S-seriously?

Come on.
We're smart people.

We should be able
to work this out.

I mean, I have
my own trepidations.

You're not
the only person

that feels like they've been
left hanging in midair --

Oof! Whoa!

Ho! Ho!

Oh, my God.

Jim, you okay?

Uh, yeah.

Hunter snare?
Yeah.

You are gonna
cut me down, right?

I'm thinking about it.

I don't have a knife!

You mean
something like, uh...This?

Hmm?

Ouch!
Awh!

It's a boar's trap, Detective,
on private property.

It's not my fault
you can't read a sign.

You're just lucky
I didn't shoot first,

sort it out later.

Oh, is that what happened
to this guy?

He a client of yours?

Got me.

I guide 200 hunting parties
every year.

But this guy was found in a poached
boar 2 miles from here --

a boar that was killed with
a crossbow kind of like yours.

There's a lot of bow hunters
in these parts, hon.

With broadhead arrows that leave
a distinctive-enough mark

for me to get a warrant,
turn your place upside down.

Hey, you want
to try that again?

Yeah.
I recall the guy.

He and his jarhead buddies
brought A.K.s.

Sounds like
an unfair fight.

It was.
Boars are way smarter.

Wouldn't be the first fool
to end up in a boar's belly.

Except this guy had a .45 slug
in his spine.

You know, hard for a pig
to pull a trigger,

what with
the opposable-thumbs thing.

- Mm-hmm.
- You own a .45?

Just a scattergun
and a deer rifle.

Where were you
five nights ago?

The night that John Jackson
was murdered?

I was having dinner
at the Country Crocker.

Owner's a friend.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'm, uh, giving an eco tour.

Eco tour?

Yeah, when I was a kid,

you guys used to feed
live chickens to the alligators.

That's my grandpa
who done that.

Yeah,
he started this place.

Back before
they turned half the swamp

into golf courses
and outlet malls.

Evolve or die, huh?

I'm a survivalist.

I do what I got to do.

So much for
"Evolve or die."

Forey's on the FDLE watch list
for illegal hunting guides.

And a background check
says that he was

dishonorably discharged
from the Marines in Iraq.

Uh, the same unit
Jackson was in.

Which somehow slipped his mind
when we talked.

I'll call a friend at NCIS,

see why he got booted.
Thank you.

Detective. Hey.

Hey. Anything
on Jackson's guns?

Uh, not yet,
but I found his mystery woman.

Who is...?

Uh...
Don't know her name --

uh, just where
the photographs were taken.

It's a chain restaurant --

serves grits, biscuits,
and gravy.

My grandparents go there a lot.
It's called...

Country Crocker.

Oh,
you've eaten there.

No, but Forey did
the night Jackson died.

Thank you.

Oh, my God!

It's a heart attack
on a plate.

The Surgeon General should issue
a warning on this place.

Well, um, killing customers
hasn't dampened its success.

12 franchises
in two years?

And, speak of the devil,
there's our girl.

Welcome
to Country Crocker...Y'all.

Uh, two?

Wow, t-that's a nice accent.
Where are you from?

Colombia.

Long way from home, huh?

Hey, how did you meet
John Jackson?

Uh, John Jackson,

the guy who took these pictures
of you in the parking lot?

Uh...
He's just a customer.

Hey, y'all.

What can I do for you?

Hey.
Y'all own this place?

Among others, yeah.

Uh, Robert Landry.

Now, what in heaven's name
is the FDLE doing

scaring the bejeezus
out of my little ol' fiancée?

Your fiancée?

- Yeah.
- Huh.

Well, one of your, uh, little ol'
customers just turned up dead,

and he took pictures of her
last week.

Goodness.
That Coast Guard fella?

So you know him?

He come around
a couple times, yeah.

Uh, anyone wearing
the uniform

gets half off
anything on the menu.

And he thought
Juliana was on the menu?

Oh, no.
She's -- she's sweet.

She didn't know
how to handle it,

so I, uh,
I bought him a beer,

told him we were engaged,
and, uh, he's a gentleman.

He stopped coming around
after that, out of respect.

Out of respect, huh?

Or maybe you had a friend
have a word with him?

You know, a swamp rat
like Benjamin Forey?

He said he was here the night
that Jackson was murdered.

Oh, Benny.
He's a hunting buddy.

Uh, I buy gator meat off him
on occasion.

He's good people.

What --
see, in my book,

uh, good people don't kill
endangered animals.

Gators ain't endangered anymore,
Detective. They're a nuisance.

Is that how you treat nuisances?
Shoot them in the swamp?

You want to know
where I was that night?

- Yes, I do.
- Right here with Julie.

I didn't say which night.
Just pick a night.

We practically live here.
Don't we, Julie?

Mm-hmm.

So, how long have you two
been engaged?

About a month.

Congratulations.

Yeah.
We're pretty excited.

If we were any happier,
they'd have to shoot us.

Interesting choice of words.

Daniel?
What do you got for me?

Jackson's sailing watch has
a built-in compass and memory.

The last coordinates he saved --
and only coordinates he saved --

are right here.

Which means there's something
on this swamp preserve

that's worth killing for
to keep a secret.

If I get eaten
by a gator,

I promise I'm gonna come back
and haunt you both.

Hey.

Isn't that the Gulf?

Yeah,
it's a natural inlet.

Cancún, Mexico,
is 500 miles southwest of here.

Which means that Colonel Forey's
swamp adventures

is 3 miles
due back that way.

Heh.

Wait -- is that
what I think it is?

It's blood.
And it's fresh.

Hang back.

Don't have to tell me
twice.

Sorry, guys.

Oh.

Oh, come on!

I found a generator,
toilet paper,

and a lot
of bootprints.

I'm guessing it's an old
illegal hunting camp.

Fish and Game
just look the other way?

Budget cuts. There's a lot of ground
to cover with less people.

These gators
were killed recently.

I also found the bones
of whitetail deer and wild boar

in the campfire --
all out of season.

Poaching operation like this
could do 20 grand a month easy.

For gator skin?

Or guiding
illegal trophy hunts.

That's Forey's forte.
Look at those tire tracks.

Yeah. So, what's our victim
John Jackson's role in all this?

Maybe providing jarhead buddies
willing to pay the cash

to kill
endangered species?

Or, if they got out of line,

becoming
the endangered species.

That is
Forey's brand of chew.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say
that this is Forey's illegal camp.

Process what you can,
and then you two, go.

I've already had a run-in
with this guy.

He's armed and stupid.

Probably no doubt
take a hostage,

use you as a human shield
if he could.

Not a guy
you want to sneak up on.

Where you going?

To sneak up on him.

...Along with
the whitetail deer

and the Florida panther,

two of the most endangered
of all species

indigenous
to the Florida Everglades.

Sorry, folks.

Just, uh...
Everybody sit tight.

Hi.

Oh, what the hell?

I'll take that.

Back up, hands high.

I got a buggy-load of kids,
jackass.

Yeah, which you wouldn't
hesitate to use to avoid arrest,

being the survivalist
that you are.

Up, up, up.

Arrest me for what?

Felony poaching.

Oh, and the murder
of John Jackson.

Or I could just shoot you
right now, sort it out later.

Fine.

This ain't over yet.

Oh, trust me.

The fun's
just beginning.

State says you can kill 2 gators
a year by law for personal use.

Yeah, we've got
your fingerprints on four,

plus the DNA
from your tobacco spit.

It's government-imposed
regulation.

Nature needs predators,
you know?

Oh, 'cause it's just so much fun
to kill stuff, right?

Like the black bears
you bagged back in August,

like the sea turtles
you got back in May.

Well,
now you got gators.

That's three strikes.
You're out. That's felony.

Plus,
if the lab comes back

with the blood of John Jackson
at your camp --

you know, the guy
you served with in Iraq?

The one
you failed to mention?

We have mutual friends.
I barely knew the guy.

Yeah, well, then why'd he have
the compass points

for your little death camp
in his sailing watch?

You guys had
a good thing going, right?

He provided jarheads that wanted
rare trophies for their walls.

And $20,000 a month
in illegal trophy hunts,

that got you new swamp buggies,
got Jackson his sweet man cave,

but the guy
grew a conscience.

He wanted out.
So you fed him to the boars.

Oh, you're just
another government mouthpiece.

You -- you're nothing
but theories.

Actually,
it's called probable cause,

and it'll get me a warrant
to search your compound,

where I'll probably find the .45
that you shot Jackson with.

Unless you want
to make a deal.

Tell me somebody
who really did it.

Like your friend
at Country Crocker?

I need to see you.

Lawyers from Country Crocker
and Robert Landry

just bailed out
Benjamin Forey?

Why would a legit restaurant
businessman like Landry

bail out a low-life swamp rat
like Forey?

I wondered that, too --

ran a background check
on Landry.

In '07,
he was convicted

of running
a restaurant-supply scam.

He was shaking down
Chinese-restaurant

owners in West Miami.

But all he got was a year of house
arrest and a $10,000 fine?

Oh, no.
It gets better.

Our swamp rat, Benjamin Forey,
who Landry just bailed out,

was kicked out of the Marines
for smuggling heroin

out of Iraq
in supply planes.

He did three years
in Leavenworth.

Forey and Landry --
two jailbirds of a feather.

Something tells me this isn't
about gator meat anymore.

Yeah, sounds more like
drug dealing.

You know, maybe Landry's laundering
drug money through his restaurants.

In the last two years, Landry's
added 12 new restaurants

to his biscuit empire.

Mm-hmm.

And a hot
Colombian fiancée.

Want to guess
where they met?

Like moving cocaine
out of her native Colombia?

So, where does Jackson
fit in on this?

Well, he's a Coast Guard
reservist, right?

Uh-huh.

So he'd have access to all the
security patrols in the Gulf of Mexico.

So they pay Jackson

to let them sneak in
under the Coast Guard's nose?

And straight into Forey's
secret little swamp cove.

Forey unloads
the merchandise,

takes it all in
on his swamp buggies.

Landry launders all the money
with his biscuit empire.

And Jackson lives
like a king

working two weekends a month
without getting his hands dirty.

Until he fell in love
with the boss's girl.

Uh, hey,
where are you going?

To talk
to the future Mrs. Landry.

You know, look,
I'm -- I'm sorry.

Uh, Julie's mom
got sick back home.

Uh, she took off
first thing this morning.

I got -- I got no idea
when she'll be back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, this,
um, "mother's sickness" thing

have anything to do with
my dead Coast Guard reservist?

What?

Or why you, uh, sprung Forey
for a poaching charge?

He needed springing. That's what
friends do, all right?

Yeah, especially if he helped you get rid
of the guy that was after your fiancée.

Y-yeah, Julie didn't have
no feelings for Jackson,

all right, Detective?

Yeah, I know.
So you keep saying.

And, I mean,
how could she, right?

- You being the catch that you are.
- Beg your pardon.

Oh, fat-cat owner
of a whole bunch of restaurants

marries the Colombian hostess so
she can never testify against him.

I'm -- I'm sorry you came all the way
down here for nothing, Detective.

But before you go, why don't you
take one of my mama's biscuits?

That's a secret
family recipe.

I already tried one.
Way too sweet for me.

And, please,
you can drop

this whole "Southern gentleman,
fake charm" thing.

I read your rap sheet.

Okay, I admit that I made some
mistakes in my past, all right?

But I learned from them.

Like what? That there's
more money in cocaine smuggling?

That's beautiful.

Yeah, okay,
you find proof of that,

you give me a holler,
all right?

Now, excuse me. Some of us
got to work for a living.

Okay, so, this is cornstarch,
baking powder, crown corn-o.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

Come on,
I'll cut you a check.

Yeah, for nothing.

"Big Sky country."

Daniel.

Yeah, get me in touch
with immigration and customs.

Get me travel history
on Juliana Amparo.

Customs says Juliana Amparo
didn't leave Miami this week

or enter the U.S. --
ever.

- She's illegal?
- Yeah.

Which means she and Landry
can't get a marriage license,

which means
we could get her to cooperate

and testify against him.

Not if she's gone underground --
or worse --

so we can't find her.

Well, maybe there's another way
to skin this pig --

Landry's books.

Dirty as hell, right?

Actually,
they're spotless.

Done by a white-shoe firm
in Orlando.

Nothing offshore, either.

Well, if he's
smuggling cocaine,

that money's got to be
somewhere.

Any luck
on the phone calls?

Lawyers, accountants, managers
from other Country Crockers,

and a ton of calls to a prepaid
cell number in the last 48 hours.

I like the sound of that.
Can you trace it?

Untraceable. Went out of service
two hours ago.

Bought with cash
in Tampa.

It's a burner phone.

Maybe Landry was doing
one last drug deal?

Call the phone company.

Have them triangulate Landry's
last call to that number.

And I'll get with SWAT.

There could be a major drug deal
going down at that location.

Nosy old lady
up the street said

there was a guy here last week,
got in a shouting match.

They didn't hear
what was said,

but they I.D.'d him
as our victim, John Jackson.

She say who lives there?

Big Hispanic family,
real quiet.

Van picks them up
at 6:00 in the morning,

drops them off
after midnight.

Not a sound out of them.

You thinking
what I'm thinking?

And I hope
we're both wrong.

Let's wake the neighbors.

Go.
Go, go, go, go.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Call an ambulance.

It's okay.

You're safe.
You're safe.

I'm a friend.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You're safe.

You're safe now.

Bars on all the windows,

padlocks
on all the bedroom doors.

Two dozen people held here
against their will,

and not one neighbor
heard or saw anything.

Standard procedure
for human-trafficking cases.

And from
the looks of things,

this place was
pretty recently shut down.

- Yeah.
- How's Juliana?

Callie's at the hospital
with her right now.

Any chance
she'll roll on Landry?

Too early to tell
on that one.

The house is owned by
a British national in her 80s.

Lives in London, hasn't been on this
side of the Atlantic in 20 years.

Rented to
a "Nathan Davis."

Nathan Davis is probably
a fake name, fake social.

Any chance
they paid with a check?

Money order.

I'll call utility companies

to see if Nathan's name turns up
at any other location.

This is why Country Crocker
had such clean books.

Land wasn't trafficking drugs.
He was trafficking people.

Forey gets 10 grand a head,

Landry gets free labor with
no payroll taxes, no fringes.

- Slave labor?
- Yeah.

My grandparents
eat there.

Well, victims want
the American dream.

Pay 10 grand
to come into the U.S. illegally.

When they get here,

the smugglers
take their passports,

lock them up,
make them work for free,

tell them they'll be deported
if they talk to the police.

Yeah, or worse.
Is that blood?

Yeah,
there was a lot more,

but somebody cleaned it up
with bleach.

I got enough on the wall
for DNA testing,

which I'm guessing
will I.D. Jackson.

I found this on the floor
under the mattress.

"Semper Fi."
It's the Marine credo.

I'm thinking
Jackson was shot here

and then
dumped in the swamp.

But if Jackson
was growing a conscience,

why would he come here
and get his hands dirty?

Well,
maybe this will tell us.

Jackson must have parked this
around the corner

so no one would know he was
there -- for an easy getaway.

Nice truck.

Language CDs.

Ho-ho. He was learning
basic Spanish.

"No precoupe.
Está a salto."

"Don't worry...Jump"?

"No precoupe.
Está a salvo."

"Don't worry.
You're safe."

- Yeah, that's what I said.
- Please.

- He was rescuing someone.
- Juliana.

Yeah, except she wasn't here
five days ago.

She was with Landry --

who wouldn't let her
out of his sight.

Until she became
a liability.

"Big Sky Real Estate."

Montana.

Juliana had the same thing
on a mug.

Jackson must have
given it to her.

This must be
their secret getaway.

Only he was killed
before they got away.

Or there was another reason
why they couldn't leave yet,

and that reason
got him killed.

Pilar Amparo, 17,
Juliana's sister --

smuggled here together.

You were right, Detective --
passenger list

for an Avianca flight
out of Bogotá to Cancún

lists both Juliana and Pilar
as passengers.

Cancún is a smuggling hotspot --
shortest nautical distance

across the Gulf of Mexico
into Florida

and right on through
Forey's protected little swamp.

Pilar is the reason

Juliana didn't go to Big Sky
with Jackson.

She was still
in Landry's clutches.

And when he showed up one night to
rescue her, it cost him his life.

Hey.
How's Juliana?

- She's leaving.
- What?

And by law, there's nothing
I can do to stop her.

I can't keep her
if she refuses treatment.

I tried to convince her
she was safe,

but guys like Landry
brainwash their victims,

make them mistrust cops,
nurses, doctors.

Anyone who can break
the hold they have over them.

Exactly.

Well, I have one way
to win Juliana's trust.

How?

By arresting her.

Hey.
Going somewhere?

To work. I'm late.

Juliana,
I know about your sister.

I know you and Pilar
came here together.

I'm guessing
she's still in Landry's hands,

which is why you're here
and Jackson's dead.

Okay, he knew
that you wouldn't leave Landry

unless you knew
Pilar was safe.

So he tried to rescue her
because he loved you.

Come on.
Help me get Landry.

Tell me what he's done to you,
what he did to Jackson.

Help me find your sister.

Okay.

Then you're under arrest.

What?
No, please.

No, you're here illegally,
Juliana.

B-b-but by law, Detective,
you can't arrest her,

illegal or not, if she's seeking
medical treatment.

Ah, you know what?
You're absolutely right.

Then what's it gonna be,
Juliana?

I don't know
where Pilar is.

I swear it.

I'm afraid for her.

Um, can you...?

Yeah.

Carlos,
give me some good news.

I said some good news,
Carlos.

The blood we found
on the floor

that was cleaned up
with the bleach

matched the DNA
of the victim, Jackson's.

But the spatter on the wall --
that wasn't Jackson's.

See, I knew that Juliana
had stayed there, too,

so I ran it against her sample
to rule her out.

It shares a high percentage
of genetic material

with her DNA.

It could only belong
to a sibling.

It was Pilar.
She was there.

She must have witnessed
Jackson's murder.

And killed the same night
to keep her quiet.

Detective!

Uh, would you mind?

I found Nathan Davis -- the name
on the lease of the house

where those people were held
and where the murder went down.

Florida Power and Utilities

said he rented
three other houses,

paid all their utility bills
with money orders.

Did you check where
the money orders came from?

I did,
and five days ago,

Nathan Davis
used money orders

to pay for 30 one-way
bus tickets to Macon, Georgia,

home of the first
Country Crocker restaurant

outside of Florida.

It's Forey.

He and Landry must have sent
all his slave labor up north

so they couldn't cooperate
in our murder investigation.

Oh, that's nice.

What's the matter, Forey?

I thought you were
strictly a crossbow guy.

That better?

Oh, yeah. Much better.

So, now what?

Well, I always did wonder
what it'd be like

to hunt down
and kill a man.

I'm thinking
probably a step up

from feeding
your former army mate to a pig.

You ain't getting out of here
alive, Detective.

You know too much.

So, can I take this
as a confession

for the murder
of John Jackson?

Wouldn't you like that?

Human trafficking,
maybe?

You roll over on Landry

so we can both walk
out of here alive.

Oh, tell me an experienced guide
and survivalist

did not
just fall for that.

Put it down.
Get up.

Now walk.

You won't shoot me
in the back.

I won't?

You can't.
I'm unarmed.

And as you just
pointed out...

...I'm a survivalist.

Forey, freeze!

Forey!

Gotta love the irony.

Snared by his own boar trap,
stabbed by the very knife-

he used to gut and skin
those boars.

Karma.
He ruined my good shirt.

- Awww.
- Yeah.

What's this?

Well, they were looking
to see if Forey

had any, uh, surprises
left in store.

This is
what they found.

ATF found plenty in his garage.
He was armed to the teeth.

They found gold in his home,
Tamiflu, dried food, and water.

I guess his end of days
happened early.

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer guy.

Oh! Oh!

Wow.
Whew.

Ecuador, Venezuela,
Honduras.

You're looking
at half of Latin America, here.

Is that a ledger?

Yeah, to go along
with the passports.

It records the date of arrival,
the time they were stashed,

what they had to pay off
to win their freedom.

$2 million.

That's 200 people
at 10 grand a pop.

Buys a lot
of biscuits and gravy.

Forey was a survivalist.

He was hedging his bets
on the day

when his hunting buddy Landry
would double-cross him.

It's good, though.

If this case would've
stayed open any longer,

it would have
eaten me alive.

Daniel, did they find any syrup
in Forey's cabin?

Syrup
like high-fructose syrup?

Like the kind of syrup
that we found on Jackson's watch

that attracted the boar
to the body.

Yeah, no.
Nothing like that.

Huh.

Going somewhere?

Yeah.

My, uh,
my night manager forgot

to make, uh, last night's
cash deposit drop, so...

Wow! You did all that business
in one night?

Those must be
some killer biscuits.

Well, with your mama's
secret ingredient,

of course they are,
right?

Uh, high-fructose
corn syrup?

Yeah?

Same stuff
you poured over Jackson

when you and Forey
killed him.

I-I didn't kill Jackson.

Sure you didn't.

Like you didn't smuggle
and imprison 200 people

to build your biscuit empire
for free?

Detective, I-I have passed
every immigration inspection

since Country Crocker
opened.

By moving your slave labor
from house to house to house.

Yeah, you know,
your big mistake

was actually partnering up
with a paranoid survivalist.

Forey documented
your whole operation --

names, numbers, smuggling
contacts in Latin America.

I'm guessing you -- you got
my Julie in custody.

Yeah, she's a --
she's a sweet girl.

But, uh, you can only trust
what she says so far, you know,

'cause t-those poor kids
down there,

they got nothing,
you know?

They --
they lie to live.

I was just trying
to, uh...

to help her realize her dream
of coming to America.

Really?

Oh, yeah, by, uh, forcing her
into a relationship with you.

Uh, killing her sister
to shut her up about Jackson.

Yeah, you're
a real humanitarian.

Yes, please, go for it.

I so want you to.

I would love the opportunity
to shoot you.

Ohh.

A much worse place
than you sent them.

So you have yourself
a nice day.

So Landry had their passports
the whole time?

Forey had the rest.

Landry held on to these because
he knew he needed something

to help coerce Juliana
into the bedroom.

That's disgusting.

He knew
he could keep her in line

as long as he had Pilar
as a hostage.

Maybe now
she'll testify against him.

I don't know.
He really did a number on her.

Any news on her sister?

Not good news.

Carlos found her blood

in the same room
as Jackson was killed.

Worried that maybe she was
dumped in the swamp, as well.

They come here full of hope,
and then they lose everything.

Yeah.

How do you
survive that?

Who's she talking to?

She says
a friend back home.

She calls every few hours.
Calls last about a minute.

Ah, it's Daniel.

Hey, do me a favor.
Give those to her.

Maybe if she has those back again,
she can start to trust us.

Yeah.

Daniel,
what do you got for me?

Oh, and, uh,
before I forget,

I need you
to do something for me.

Bone fisherman
was dragging for crab --

pulled it up in a trap

in the area where the scouts
found Jackson's remains.

Serial number matches records
from the Coast Guard.

It was Jackson's gun.

I'll run ballistics
and match the caliber.

Sounds like
they tossed it in the swamp --

where they hide
all their dirty work.

Only fired once.

We never found
the rest of the body.

There might have been
other shots.

Maybe Forey and Landry
fought Jackson over the weapon,

and it went off
by accident.

Or maybe he fought
someone else that night,

someone that's not really
a killer.

Daniel, did you check
that pay phone at the hospital,

like I asked?

I did.
Got you an address.

Okay, I give up.

Why did you have me
bring Juliana down here?

Those phone calls that Juliana
was making from the hospital,

they weren't to Bogotá.

They were to this pay phone
here on the boardwalk...

...And same time
every day.

Wait -- you mean...?

Yep.

Pilar!

Okay,
how did you do that?

What, make a dead girl
come back to life?

Easy.

This is the hard part.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Well,
don't thank me yet.

Uh, Pilar?

We know
that you shot Jackson.

No, it's okay. He's --
he's really here to help.

Yeah. But you have to help me
and help yourselves.

I mean, we have
a pretty good idea

that the shooting
was an accident.

And that's why
your sister's been in hiding

since the night
of the shooting, right?

He wanted to help us.

John knew what he was doing
was wrong,

but he was afraid
to speak up

until he met me
and some of the others

and...saw what they were
doing to us.

He knew
he had to stop it,

but he had to get Pilar
out of there first.

And that's
when the accident happened?

It was dark.
She was scared.

She thought somebody
was going to take her,

like when Landry came
and took me from Pilar.

The gun went off
in the scuffle,

but she didn't mean
to kill him.

I haven't seen Pilar
since I got taken.

She left a phone number
in her handwriting

at the host station,
and I knew she was safe.

But I didn't know
where she was.

We were
going to escape,

but then policía
came around, and...

We were afraid.

Look, I'm really sorry
for what you've been through,

but I am going to have to
take you both in.

But -- but if you help us
make a case against Landry,

testify against the abuse
that you suffered at his hand,

you might be able
to fight the extradition.

You know, you can make a case
with immigration and customs.

And then begin the process

of filing
for landed-immigrant status.

Hey,
it's gonna be okay.

Gracias.

Really.

Well,
that sucked royally.

Thanks for dragging me
into this.

See? I told you
I dragged you into much worse.

Yeah.

So, what do you want
to do?

About...?

Our last conversation.

Uh, we could just pick it up
from where we left off.

You really think
where we left off

is somewhere
I'm dying to return to?

Right.

Just...

We can start a new one.

Okay.

Good.

But I want to eat.

Yeah, I thought
we could eat here.

I'm not gonna eat here.

Oh. It's just, uh...
I paid for all-day parking.

Yeah,
that's not my problem.

You could buy me dinner,
cheapskate.

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