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GUADALAJARA MEXICO

Good afternoon.
I swear you get lovlier every day -

-Claudia.
-You're very kind.

I...I can't.

That's good. Because they're not for you.

-Could we have the room?
-Of course.

Hi, mama.

Oh, shit!

EL PASO TEXAS

You are nervous.

It's okay.

When I first saw you,
I said to myself,

this is a man that knows
what he wants.

He's just afraid.

I'm not afraid.
It's just that I...

I know,
it is just the way things are.

But a man must pay
to get what he wants.

Hmm?

That is why
we are all here, yes?

Yeah.

Go talk to her.

Goon.

She's very sweet.

You will see.

Beatriz.

Be nice to him.

Hola.
Hi.

You wanna show me
what you're drawing?

I'd rather not.

It's Beatriz, right?

Bedroom.

Listen. Why... Well, why don't
we just talk first?

Okay?

You don't want to waste
time with talking.

It's okay.

How old are you?

How old do you like?

No, that's not what I meant.

I just want to get to know you,
get to know who you are.

You like, 13? 12?
Come on, no please. No.

Papa!

Papa! He has something! Papa, Papa!

Papa!

Shit!

Papa! Papa!

FBI! Drop the gun right now,
asshole. Drop it!

Calm down, calm down.

Fuck you!
Fuck you too, pal.

I die, she dies.

Listen to me. It's over.

If this gets ugly, we all lose.

-Investigator? From Mexico?
-Yes.

-PFM?
-Calm down.

Fuck you I'm not going back.

Put the gun down.
Put it down!

Nobody said anything
about going back.

We can talk about all that
when everybody's safe.

Okay? You're lying.
You're all lying!

You don't wanna hurt her, man.

She's your daughter, okay?
She needs you.

You don't know shit!
I know you don't want this.

None of us wants this.
Okay.

You're her father,
put the gun down.

Papa? Papa!

Let go of me! Papa!

Papa! Let go!
Get her back.

Papa! Let go!

Papa Leon?

Yeah, I...

Hold on, Serra.
I want to make sure I'm clear on this.

The linchpin,
the key to your whole investigation

is laying in a meat wagon
with his brains bashed in?

Vincent saved lives, sir.

The fucker was going out messy.

I don't care, Amisted.
What I care about

is an 11-month investigation that
has taken considerable resources

on both sides of the border
is now well and truly fucked.

Not necessarily.
Don't add insult to injury.

An undocumented child is not
something we build a trafficking case on.

Well, what the fuck is, sir?

We'll talk in the morning.

MEXICO CITY

Heels down, Marisol!
Keep your back straight!

Marisol!

Amigo.

Alex!

It's good to see you, my friend.

What's this?
What is this?

Marisol, look who's here!

Oh, my God, has she grown.

Sweet kid.

Ah.

Pinches horses.

Expensive.

Less than the horse, I guess.

Yeah.

Nice work in Guadalajara.

That city,
it's a fucking shithole.

Same as here.

I hate cities, crowds, the smells,
the fucking guerros.

No offense.
None taken.

Country's better now,
don't you think?

Remember the molipas.

What a set of scumbags.

Crazy days.

Condo, huh?

Not exactly my idea of fun,
Mauricio.

All right.

You're sensitive.

An artist a.

Jesus, cheer up.

Life is good now.
It's karma.

More money, less blood.

Our friends got
you something nice.

Maury.
You want someone else.

I'm not up for it right now.

Get up for it.

Job's in El Paso.
You're from there, right?

Another reason to say no.

I'm trying to tell you,
I'm getting out.

anything else?

Uh... An iced tea, por favor.

What the fuck?

You're drunk?

No, no, just tired.

Alex.

I need you on this.

You know the town.

That's too much.

Job is for two.

Don't you have a brother
in El Paso?

Maury, are you spying on me?

It's our job
to know things, Alex.

So stop talking
this retirement shit.

Men like us don't retire.

EL PASO TEXAS

Here you go, Mr. Marshall,
you're all set.

Anything else I can do for you?

Mr. Marshall?

No. No, thank you.

I'm fine.

The room number again?
1106.

It's on the key holder.

Ah! Yes. Thank you.

Vodka martini, please.

So, too early in the day for a glass of wine,
or too late for a Bloody Mary?

I guess that depends on what
kind of day you want to have.

That's up to you, isn't it?

Are you alone?

Not right now.

Excuse me.

Pleasant trip?
Let's get on with it.

Yes, he's here.

He looks like what you'd expect.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

All right. Bye now.

Your people said
this would be done quickly.

And it will.

I'm going to need a little
more specificity than that.

No, you won't.

The less you know, the better.

You, you pushed him.

I was trying to save him.
You are a liar.

Look, Beatriz,
what happened to you,

what Papa did, it ain't right.

Now, it's not your fault,
no child should be treated that way.

Papa said it is
how you pay to be free.

It was better than here.

I brought you these.
I don't want them!

Listen. There is a special visa for
people like you to stay in the U.S.

while we're working on your case.
You want me to tell?

It's wrong that
you're locked up here

while the men who did things
to you are out there.

Papa said to never tell.

I'm gonna have you transferred
to Child Protective Services.

Okay?

They'll put you in a group home,
not lock you up.

Now, I don't expect
anything in return.

Okay? If you want to talk,
you can talk.

If you don't want to,
you don't have to.

You deserve better than this, Beatriz.

Looks like I'm going
solo tonight.

I got to get this done.

I got a permit filing downtown.

Downtown?

Yeah, I work, Wendy.

Contracts don't just jump
in the boat.

Don't wait up for me.
Ellis.

Yeah? Her perfume
fucking stinks.

Wash it off before you
come home, will you?

Oh, shit!

You know why I'm here.

It's all a misunderstanding.

It's always a misunderstanding.

Please.
Where?

It's in the safe upstairs.

Please, don't do this.

I didn't, I didn't say anything.
All right?

It wasn't, it wasn't
supposed to go this far.

If I'm here, it's gone too far.

Okay. Okay.

Open it.

It's just... Okay.

Look, if I give it to you...

Come on!
All right.

Dad? Mom?

Going over to Annabelle's.

I'll probably stay over, okay?

Just letting you know.

Please repeat the following sentences:

Maybe you want to do that later.

I'm multitasking.

Yeah, well, I just don't
want to die today.

How can you live in Texas
and not speak Spanish?

Fucking owl.

Hey, Danny.
Where is he?

Besides stomping all over
my crime scene?

He's out there.

Agent Serra, Agent Amisted,
this is Mrs. Van Camp.

Wendy, I guarantee
these are two of my best.

Just tell them what you told me.

Ellis was...
It was a robbery.

The safe was opened.
And you've told this to Detective Mora?

I haven't talked to the police.

I called Gerald first.

Well, I'm sure Special Agent
Nussbaum has made it clear to you

the more people we have
working on this early on,

the better our chances
of solving it.

So I'm going to go get
Detective Mora just so

you don't have
to repeat yourself.

Excuse me.

You gonna come outside
and take her statement?

So...

Your boss trying to get some
or is he already getting it?

That's real nice, Mora.
Sexualizing the wife of a murder victim.

No one asked for you guys.

He just parachuted in on this.

Yeah. I couldn't agree
with you more.

This is your investigation.

But let's just do this together and
then I'll get Nussbaum off your back.

I don't need to cut a deal.

Can you just not be
an asshole all the time?

Just say, "Yes, Danny.
"Yes, Danny.

Okay, let's go.

Mrs. Van Camp, this is
Detective Danny Mora.

Sorry for your loss, ma'am.

When was the last time
you saw your husband alive?

Last night around 9:00.

I was going to an art opening.

And Ellis was...
He was going to file permits.

Sounds like your husband
had something on the side.

I assumed that he was,
uh, meeting a friend.

You have her number or his?

Linda, let's have Agent
Serra continue the interview.

I can get you her number.

Thank you, ma'am.

Have any business
dealings that went bad?

Anyone you know might
want to hurt him?

I... [don't know.

Please help me.

What am I gonna say to Em?

Don't expect too much.

When the onset of Alzheimer's
is this sudden...

I know how it starts.

Hey, pal.
It's me, Alex.

Your brother.

You're looking good.

Guess what?

I found this the other day.

1969. Made me
think of you.

You remember that year?

The draft?

The Suns and the Bucks
both tied for the first round pick.

Down to a coin flip.

Phoenix calls heads...

Yeah, it was tails.

The goddamn Bucks got
Lew Alcindor.

Yeah, I don't watch
basketball much anymore.

I can't say I remember
the last time I did.

CHILD EXPLOITATION TASK FORCE

My captain called this morning.

Apparently,
I'm no longer needed.

Good. I'm glad
everybody's here.

So, in light of what happened
with the Papa Leon raid,

the task force is being
reorganized.

Detective Marquez will be
heading back to Mexico.

We're not done, sir.

Cooperation with the Mexican police...
We're done, Serra.

I've spent the last three days
getting an earful from Washington.

Facts are facts.

This has been a wide-reaching
international investigation

and we got nothing
to show for it.

Puta madre.

You got something
you want to say, Marquez?

It's not nothing, sir.

We've gotten plenty in Mexico,
cinco coyotes in Juarez.

But as soon as we come into
the U.S. things get... I don't know.

Maybe your ears in Washington
just don't want to hear.

Chinga madre.

It's pretty obvious the appetite
for big fish ends at the border.

I don't like what you're
insinuating, Marquez.

I don't think I was
insinuating anything.

Was saying it pretty flat out.
Hugo has a point, sir.

We've never gotten anywhere
with the U.S. Base Pedrode.

If there even is such a thing.

The word was Papa Leon
served rich men, white men.

The word? Is that what you
people build cases on in Juarez?

We have Papa Leon on a tape
bragging about his clientele.

Look, I know you take this personally,
but the well's gone dry.

I know you don't want to
believe there's a wide Pedrode.

But shutting down
a case don't make it so.

Watch yourself, Serra.
We have a witness.

What we have is an
undocumented minor in detention.

What we have is a severely traumatized,
undocumented minor in detention.

And she's the only
valuable witness we have.

When were you gonna tell me
you offered Beatriz Leon a T1 visa?

I was coming to that.

To notify me of the deal
you're not authorized to make?

With a witness in a case
you haven't made?

I thought helping kids like
Beatriz Leon was part of our job.

She's eligible.
The task force is done,

and that is straight
from Washington.

As for Beatriz, we can T1 her
and move her to a group home.

But you need to focus
on the Van Camp murder.

That's El Paso PD, every day.

You want to help a kid like Beatriz?
You play ball on the homicide.

Yeah. Okay.

Thank you, sir.

Good.

Coleman, Howe, you'll have new
duty assignments this week.

Detective Marquez,
on behalf of the Bureau

and the United States,
I thank you for your service.

I'll be back in a second.

I saw the paperwork,
is she witness or victim?

Both.

I'll reach out
to social services.

See what we can do about
counseling and school.

That'd be great.

Is there any family on either side
of the border I should know about?

No, the father was
the trafficker.

I'll say goodbye.
I'll keep you posted.

I think you're gonna
be okay here.

You asked me before at Papa's,
what I was drawing.

It was the desert.

I draw deserts.

So you do.

Look at that.

Keep it.

I'll come back and
see you soon, okay?

I promise you.

No, I didn't say anything. Please!

Please!

She's a child.

And that's a problem?
I won't do it.

Your people knew
who the contract was for.

I fucking won't do it.

Are you deaf?

Well, maybe I'll call Mexico City,
see what they have to say about that.

No, no. No.

You're going to call
the contract off.

The fuck I am.

You're an employee.

I don't take fucking...

You want this?

Huh?

You call the contract off.

You really don't know
what you're playing with.

Oh, yes, I do.

Mr. Borden,

of 22 Bienvenida Avenue,
Silver Springs.

The girl stays alive.

Or you're answerable to me.

Asshole.

No.

No speeches or awards, please.

My donation isn't about me.

Yes, you are correct.

That is the amount
I'm prepared to give.

However, any construction funded
by this donation cannot be named.

The Davana Sealman Wing.

It must be simply,
The Sealman Wing.

I'm sure you understand.

Giving like this
is generational.

Is he still on the line?
Yes, ma'am.

Dr. Meyers? He cleared
security three minutes ago.

Have him wait until
I'm done with this.

Thank you.

I thought I was clear,
never on the office number.

He knows.
That's a bit vague.

He knows my name, where I live,
he won't do the job and he's got...

He's got Van Camp's
flash drives.

You said he wasn't going
to be a problem.

I'm going to call Mexico City.

That's one solution,
and obvious,

an unsettled one.
What does he want?

To have the contract
on the girl called off.

We do that,
he turns over the info.

There is something
to be said for that.

You can't trust him.

I didn't say I trusted him.

I said, I see his point of view.

Look, I know
what's on that drive.

Randy's pretty obvious
about his quirks.

This is not a conversation I'm
comfortable having with you, William.

Jesus Christ, he knows about the girl,
about me.

I'll handle it.

And don't call me again.

Honestly, how it works if you want my opinion,
'cause it's the truth.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, kind sir.

Okay, as I was saying,
the truth...

Well...
Wait, my bad.

Cheers again.

So, maybe we should just go
upstairs and make some sort of a deal,

'cause at the end of the day
all I want's a blowie.

Keep your voice down.

Shh. You got a deal. I'll keep my voice down,
but we still got to negotiate.

Hey, leave the lady alone, pal.

Wait a minute, pops.

First of all,
this ain't no lady,

which you're about to
find out right about now.

Am I right, babe?
No, you're drunk.

Go to bed.

Okay. Can you do
us a favor, please?

And get the fuck out of here.

Fuck!
You fucking kidding me?

Fuck you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

It's embarrassing.

He was just a drunk at the bar,

being an asshole in front
of a beautiful lady.

Happens all the time.

Gracias.

Tequila!

Health, love and money.
And time to spend it.

-For.
-For! For spending it.

Come on.
At least I'm trying, Hugo.

U-go.

U-go.

Ugo.

They just don't want
to know, do they?

Take the little victories.

Beatriz is out of detention.

Saint Inez. She was so young.

Not old enough to be condemned.
But she was ready to be a martyr.

Why six?

You don't want to know.
Actually, I do.

I was working
on the case in Juarez.

The dead girls.

Imagine so many women
disappear and you can't do nothing.

They say everyone
has their number.

For the police,
they're all just numbers.

Six?

Emiliana Monteras
was 13 years old.

Left her job at maquiladora
and disappeared.

Just gone.

Four months later,
a couple kids found her body in a dump.

Her mother and her sisters.

They were strong.

They plastered Emiliana's photo on
the walls of the quarters in all the city.

The problem wasn't that no one
knew what happened to the girl.

Everyone knew.

Emiliana got into a car
with a soldier, Arturo Portilla.

Portilla liked
to party with the narcos.

I followed him.

I built the case quietly.

But since Portilla was military,

the indictment had to go
to his commander first,

and they just fucking
transferred him to Sinaloa.

Three weeks later, Emiliana's mother,
aunt and three sisters disappeared.

They hung those women from a
bridge right in front of my office window.

Jesus.

You should learn the prayer.

Shh.

You're okay.
Who are you?

I'm Maya.

We're at the hotel.
Hotel?

Yes, just had a bad dream.

You're okay.

That was nice.
Maybe next time you're in town...

I won't be back.

All right.
Good luck then.

And to you.

A 13-year-old girl

has been murdered
in Sunset Heights.

The minor, Beatriz Leon,
had recently been relocated to a group home

from an El Paso
detention center.

According to an El Paso
police spokesman,

the young girl's murder...
Was I here last night?

Yes. What's wrong?

You're sure?
Yes.

I was here?
Yes.

All night?
Yes. Stop it.

You're hurting me.
I was here all night?

Yes. Listen to
me very carefully.

You have to leave now.

You were never here.
We never met.

Do you understand?
I understand.

I have to go.

Right? You stay away
from this hotel for a while.

Along while.
Okay.

Do you hear me?
Yes.

Do not answer that door
for anyone, anyone.

It is worth noting that
violence against children

is a calling card of the
cartels across the border.

Called on for comment,
the mayor had none.

Hey, you forgot them.
You forgot your pills.

Get back! Get back!

When did you go soft, Alex?

They'll end you for this.

Happy retirement, Maury.

Alex!

Alex!

Goodness, you got the heart
of a 35-year-old.

At this rate,
you'll live to be 130.

I'll give you five million
to make it 135.

If you said yes,
they'd fire you.

Even if I said yes,
I'd want you to.

My grandfather's Abruzzese.

He lived to be 104.
Yeah?

Lucky guy.

Know that whole region
along the Adriatic

and Okinawa, Japan,
they call those blue zones.

Places that generally have a
higher percentage of centenarians.

I'm aware, Joseph,
but why, nutrition?

Lack of pollutants in the air?

There is no reason we
have to age, to decay.

Some medical professionals
might actually argue that.

Everything can be
reprogrammed, modded.

Why shouldn't human health be
the same? DNA is an algorithm.

Look, I'm not going to tell
you how to spend your money.

Especially when so much of it
ends up in your pocket.

I appreciate you
giving me a call.

I don't know what the fuck
is going on in this town.

Swear to God, it's getting
more like Afghanistan every day.

Who are they?
Match set.

Jane and John Doe.

He was in the driver's seat,
blown the fuck up.

She was in the trunk.

.32 caliber bullet to the neck,
jacketed with suppressor markings.

Just like we pulled out
of Beatriz Leon.

Car's registered to a David Marshall,
rented at the airport.

Some expat businessman out of San Diego,
probably the corpse in the car.

We're running teeth
on them both.

Okay, this guy's drunk
as a skunk.

He blew a .24 three times
over the limit.

So I need you to sign off
on the report before you go.

You got it.

What's that?
Found them on the floor.

Didn't match anything on our
database so the lab's running chem tests.

If that's a prescription,
it might help...

The lab's on it.

We may not be fancy, Vincent,
but we ain't dumb.

I'll run the Marshall name through ViCAP,
see if anything comes up.

I'll hit you up with the ballistics soon
as they come back, same with the pill.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey.

I'm sorry about the girl, man.

That's fucked up.

I couldn't go back.

They don't love you
in Mexico anymore?

You're not asking for my
permission to stay, right?

Linda said I had to.

Oh. Well, in that case...
Come on. You know what she's like.

Yeah.

Nobody gives a fuck
about that girl, Vincent.

Except you, me and Linda.

I can do things you and her can't,
you know? As a concerned citizen.

From Mexico?

Okay, a concerned
Mexican citizen.

With questionable investigative
authority in the United States.

Yeah. Nussbaum's really
going to go for that.

Fuck Nussbaum.

I don't work for him.

Look, I promise you
I have no reason

to say anything
unless you give me one.

What you're doing
right now is incredibly stupid, Ellis.

I hope you understand that.
You've left me no choice.

Won't be cut out.

Look, this doesn't have
to be ugly.

Blackmail is already ugly.

Look, all I want...
Mr. Van Camp, we are not negotiating.

You've crossed the line
from which there is no return.

Looks like another
.32 caliber,

and I'm guessing it's also gonna be
jacketed with suppressed markings.

I'm going
to go talk to the wife.

See you there.

Think he's right?

I'd put money on it.

This is a problem, no question.

Maybe a hitter
cleaning up some shit?

I'll catch you guys later.

Good idea.

Last time I checked, Serra,
you were working the Van Camp murder.

Last time I checked, sir,
I work for the FBI.

Is that Hugo Marquez I just saw?

Listen, I think there's a
connection between Beatriz Leon,

the Jane Doe found in the
trunk of the car downtown

and this guy, William Borden.

If this does turn out
to be a jacketed .32,

that's three people likely
killed with the same weapon.

Look, I get it. The girl,
she's under your skin.

Maybe you're a little obsessed.
I'm just doing my job.

Hugo thinks
it's a pro settling scores.

We think it could be a hitter
from across the fence.

But you can't be sure.

We can't, but if the ballistics match
and there really is a Mexican killer

tearing ass through town,
we might want to get ahead of that.

And we're going to need Marquez.

All right.
Do what you have to do.

But I want updates
twice a day. Yeah.

Lab just came back
on those pills.

Donepezil.

Alzheimer's drug,
your shooter's losing his shit.

Okay. Is the wife inside?
Yeah.

Keep your hands away
from the cage on that one.

I don't know if it's medicine,
or just plain crazy.

You want to sit
in on this? Sure.

Mrs. Borden?
I'm Agent Serra.

This is Detective Marquez.

I'm sorry for what's happened.

Part of life, right?

That's what they say.

Hasn't really sunk in.

Hmm. FBI? Fancy.

You an agent, too?
Liaison from Mexico.

What's Mexico have
to do with William?

He hated the place.

Well, that's what we're
hoping to find out.

Have you noticed anything
unusual happen in the past few weeks

where your husband's behavior
has changed at all?

Will's behavior hasn't
changed in 20 years.

No.

Nothing.

What kind of law did he do?

Real estate.

Sorry to
ask this, Mrs. Borden,

but do you know if your husband
had any ties to prostitution?

I have no idea.

Sit down.

Will paying for it?

Doesn't seem like him.

Did your husband know
Ellis Van Camp?

I know Wendy.

I see her at the same events.

It's all one big
cocktail party up here.

You like cocktails, Detective?

Margaritas, pina coladas?

Thanks for
your help, Mrs. Borden.

If you need anything,
just give us a call.

I'm afraid she can't be disturbed.
Don't even fucking start.

I've been calling you all morning.
Borden's dead. Someone executed him.

If he got to Borden,
then he's close.

Jesus, Mom.
Come here.

Just take a breath.

Bravo.

You need to leave El Paso
immediately.

Take the company plane.

What about tomorrow night?

It's all been arranged.
Listen to me.

Tomorrow after the party,
you'll fly to Geneva.

Stay at the house, I'll make arrangements
for you to check into rehab there.

Rehab?

If things connect to you,
and we have a problem.

You will be working
on your issues.

Which will buy us time to
quietly hire very good lawyers.

Besides, you need help, Randy.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I know you are, baby.

I know you are.

Full ballistics came back.
Same gun killed Beatriz

and the Jane Doe in the car,
but not Borden.

Two .32's, two shooters.

Trafficking, Vincent Serra.

You're the one who took the
girl to the group home, weren't you?

Who is this?
Marshall. David Marshall.

Track and trace.

Uh, David Marshall burned up
in a car downtown.

That your doing?

I can't keep doing
your job for you.

What job is that?

Borden, Van Camp.

What they did to children,
you're not doing anything about it.

Are you saying you killed William
Borden and Ellis Van Camp?

Yes.
What about the girl?

Beatriz Leon?

Not the girl. That was Mauricio,
the man in the car.

You're too slow
to make them pay.

They're too rich.

Who's too rich?

The lawyer, the client.

Who's the client?

Did you know her?

Who? The girl...
Beatriz.

A little.
Did you care?

Fifteen seconds.
I certainly did.

I want to believe that
you're a good man, Vincent.

I'm the bad man,
have been for a long time.

But they have to be punished.

If I can't finish this,

you have to.

He's downstairs in the park.

He's fucking with us.

He's just telling us
we're way {00 slow.

When you got an asshole
exploiting a kid,

and how long does it take us
to bring him to trial?

Two to three years, right?

He said,
"They're too rich."

Now, we've been getting push back
on the trafficking every step of the way.

No, I think, he's taking out
the traffickers that we couldn't.

Leaving us breadcrumbs,
proving a point.

Well, Detective Marquez,
how long were you watching me?

I just got here, Mrs. Borden.
You shouldn't leave the gate open.

Whatever will be will be.

And if you're watching over me,

nothing to worry about, right?

You're a strong swimmer.

I'm out of shape.

I was an alternate
for the '92 Olympic team.

I was 17, best time in my life.

By '96, I had lost a second.

That was it, done.

So instead of a Wheaties box
and a dashing husband in LA,

I ended up here, in Texas.

Can you pass me that glass?

Sure.

So what do you want, Detective?

Well, I'm not here
to clean your pool.

You're not areal
cop here, are you?

That's why I'm here.

What? To not arrest me?

Have you ever heard your hush and
talk about a man named David Marshall?

You didn't come here
to ask me questions.

I didn't come here
for that, either.

I stayed out
of William's business.

Wise, no?

I never knew the name,
but I heard him on the phone.

He was nervous.

Didn't want me to hear.

He was talking about
a man from Mexico City.

Why didn't you
say something before?

Because of who
he was talking to.

Davana Sealman, that's
why I didn't say anything.

He was being used.
How?

You should go.

Thank you, Senora Borden.

Don't ever come back,
Detective Marquez.

Davana Sealman? You sure?
That's the name she said.

- Borden was probably one of her attorneys.
- Nope.

Borden isn't listed
on any of the filings

for SealCorp
or Davana Sealman personally.

You realize we're talking about

one of the most powerful real
estate moguls in the country, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

I know that Borden spoke to Sealman on
the phone about the man from Mexico City.

Oh, you got proof?

Did you bang her at least?

I mean, if you're gonna take the
word of a half drunk trophy wife,

you may as well get
something out of it, right?

Did she elaborate?

What? On the man
from Mexico City?

Shut up. Hold on.

Borden wasn't one of
Davana Sealman's lawyers.

He was one
of Randy Sealman's lawyers.

Davana's son.

Apparently, Randy is also
areal estate mogul.

Oh, fuck.

Randy Sealman's company
owns the central processing facility.

Where they sent Beatriz?

Hey, in case you haven't noticed,
they send a lot of people there.

Oh, yeah, I know.

But she's 13.

Imagine how vulnerable you'd
feel at that age in an I Center.

Okay, let's take a look.

Okay, well, it's not her
first time there.

She was there last year for
three weeks with her father,

and then they were deported.
Mm. Gets stickier.

Ellis Van Camp
was CPF's builder.

So everyone associated
with this processing center,

the lawyer, the builder,
Beatriz, all dead.

He's going
to kill Randy Sealman.

Drinking on duty?

This is so far away
from official.

So this guy, he owns
the detention center?

And you're wondering
why we're protecting him.

I don't wonder why at all.

Amisted.

Randy's on the lower deck, moving inside.
On my way.

Hugo, keep eyes on deck.

Got it.

Target's on the boat.

Take that shit off.

When I leave, lock the door.

Okay?

Good girl.

You scum.

Put it down.

Attaboy.

You're Vincent, aren't you?

I am.
I'm Alex. Alex Lewis.

You know what those people
did to that child, right?

Only too well.

I've done crazy things.

But you don't hurt
children, ever.

Listen, why don't you and I just...
Just have a talk?

No time for that.

I understand why you're saying that.
I know you're not well.

We all have to die, Vincent.

What's important is what
you do before you go.

Hands up! Put your gun down!
Get out of here!

Is your friend
a good shot? Very.

Then it's in your hands.

Don't move.
Put the fucking gun down!

If I'm dead,
you'll never know the truth.

Put the gun down.

Hey! Hey!

What the fuck are you doing!

Puta madre.

Puta madre!

You know, I quit drinking 15 years ago,
but right now I can actually

taste the Scotch
in the back of my throat.

Davana Sealman's only son
was just murdered on my watch.

She's not happy with us.

The lady's even hired off-duty
cops for protection.

He was way ahead of us.

He was probably on that boat
before the party even began.

Who is this fucking guy,
Vincent? Alex Lewis.

All I can tell you
is he's American.

He's no doubt a contractor,

but I don't think these
have all been hits.

He wants revenge
for Beatriz Leon.

Sir. You all right?

That sounds probable.

Have you been
drinking tonight, sir?

Paul...
Paul with his sons.

Jesus.

Motorcycle patrolman Eric Lyle,
must have found Alex wounded.

There was blood
all over the Bronco.

I don't know.

But maybe he got spooked.

That's not his style.

His style is murder, Vincent.

No. We need to find him
before the El Paso PD.

They're not going
to be happy about this.

Well, we know
something they don't.

I think I know
who Alex Lewis is.

I ran juvenile records.

Vandalism, auto theft, assault.
That could be him.

Only problem is,
Alex Lewis is dead.

He and his father died in the fire
at the family bakery 40 years ago.

Investigators thought
Alex set the fire.

Brother's still in town though.
Care facility on the Parkway.

Advanced Alzheimer's,
man's a vegetable.

I also came up
with medical records.

Alex and his brother
were well known at the ER.

Always a fall down the stairs
or an accidental burn.

Other things were
harder to hide.

Father was never charged
with the abuse.

Sexual or physical.
Want me to warrant the bakery?

Definitely.

This guy from Mexico City,

the one Borden was talking
to Davana Sealman about,

what if she hired him?

Because I'm thinking if Alex is
not up to killing Sealman himself,

he wants us to bring her in.

'Cause he's the only person who
can connect Sealman to any of this...

Is Alex.

She's harder to
get to than any of the others.

He reached out to you
to cover his bets.

The only address from Paul and
Alex's medical records is the bakery.

Forget about it.
That place is a wreck.

Unless you're looking
for a pigeon.

What did you say?

Pigeons.

Palomas.

The place is full of them.

The lab report on the Bronco,
the one where the patrolman got killed,

the floor had traces
of pigeon shit on it.

Anything I can get you?

What?
Anything you need?

No, thank you.

Top of the hour, boys, check in.

Boss.

Let him up.

Get him a new battery.

Put 'em down.

Now.

You, get back.

Stay in here.

Don't open that door to anybody.

Boys, main office.

Live shooter, live shooter.

He's headed for the roof.

Mora? Mora,
he's on the roof.

Copy. You get the chance,
put him down.

Copy that.

It's all over.

Let's get you out of here.

You killed my son.

Yes.

And I know what you've done.

Firing pin.

You know why I didn't
just off you back there?

Let me tell you why.

That would have been mercy.

No, I want to see
you go to Yuma,

where I will make sure they
fuck you to death, old man.

You cop killing piece of shit!

How about that little girl?

You know what they do
to people that hurt kids?

I'll talk to FBI agent...

Vincent Serra.
No one else.

Fuck the feds.

We got you on three
counts of murder.

Your busted fucking gun matches
Borden and Officer Eric Lyle.

Guy had a wife and two kids.

Danny!
He needs a doctor.

No, he doesn't.

I got all day, and by the end,
I swear to God,

I'll have me
a written confession.

If you went after Sealman with a broken gun,
we'd have heard something.

I just think he's at the end,
he ain't remembering things.

And also the PPD
has gone totally silent.

This came
from the bakery address.

What is it?

Jesus.

Where'd you get this?

It doesn't matter.

El Paso PD
are holding Alex Lewis

and I need you to transfer
him into our custody.

Let him be their problem.

Which side of this do
you really want to be on?

I need to talk to him.

But it seems very powerful
people don't want that to happen.

What the fuck did you do to him?

He resisted arrest.
So you had to bust him up.

He's a cop killer,
for fuck's sake.

You like being on
Davana Sealman's payroll?

Come on!

Well, well.

The FBI.

Hmm.

You're the one who shot me.

I'm not going
to offer an apology.

I'm not asking for one.

Thank you.

These aren't going to help
for much longer.

I understand you want
to clear this up.

Clear this up?

No.

I want Sealman dead.

Well, she's not officially
tied to any crime.

You know that's not true.

She sanctioned the hit.

She hired me to kill two people,

Ellis Van Camp,
and the second was that child.

Girl of 13, Beatriz.

I won't do that.

No.

No, you don't touch children.

Okay. Press down.

Thank you.

I really appreciate you being
here for me during all this.

You're not just a client,
you know.

Is that true, Joseph?

You know, the hardest thing

is never really trusting
those people close to you.

Besides Randy, I will never really
know why someone is with me.

Come on.

I'm your friend, Davana.

I'm here for you.

The retainer for your
services is $10 million.

I can't.

You realize what
you're asking me to do?

I'm sorry. No, I took an oath.
An oath? Like a marriage vow?

You were at Randy's parties.

You think I didn't know?

So let's make this simple.

Ten million dollars or prosecution
in prison for sex with minors.

Davana... You need to
understand something.

Randy was weak,
but he was my son.

You are not.

Murder for hire.
Murder for revenge. Child abuse. It's all here.

It's not over.

Everybody's dead, Alex.

Even if you do make it to trial,

you're getting life, my friend,

which from what the doctors tell
me is maybe three to six months.

So what are we doing here?

Why are we here?

Davana Sealman.

Justice.
Justice? You kidding me?

I'll testify to all that...

You're a contract killer.

Do you think your testimony's
going to stand up in court?

She hired me to kill a child.

Did you get that in writing?

We're going to need
that evidence.

You really expect
we're gonna find justice?

I expect you to try.

Listen.

Let me tell you something
about justice.

Twelve months ago, a drunk driver
was flying down the I-A, in a stolen car.

He's high on meth, he's...

Hasn't seen another car that's
pulled over on the shoulder.

A mom and her 10-year-old son
coming home from Legoland.

They got a flat tire.

But Covey, he doesn't see that the
woman's out there changing the tire.

He just plows right into her,
kills her.

Now, he stops his car.

And he sees behind him,
the boy has jumped out.

He's obviously screaming.

Seeing his mom dead on the road,
crying for help.

But Covey doesn't help.

He puts his car in reverse
and backs over the boy,

making sure
there's no witnesses.

And then he torches his car
two miles down the road.

But a 15-year-old girl,
she sees him.

She sees a man walking away
from a big fire with a gas can.

Now, it ain't much,
but it's enough to put Covey on trial.

Do you know what happened?

They do a photo lineup.

But the girl,
she doesn't pick Covey.

So they do it in person,
and again,

she doesn't pick Covey,
even though everybody knows it's him.

Three times, three lineups.

Each time she picks
a different guy.

And Covey walks.

And he's still out there.

So, memory's a motherfucker.

And as for justice,

It ain't guaranteed.

Your wife...

Your son.

I have evidence.

Yeah? What evidence you got?

A phone call Davana Sealman...

Threatening, threatening
the first man I killed.

Ellis Van Camp?

Yes, I have that call on a fl..

Flash? Flash drive?
Flash. Flash drive.

Where is it?

I don't know.

Help me.

Help me remember.

Please?

We will. We will.

That makes me sick
to my stomach.

I'm glad that bastard's dead.

His mother was covering for him.

Davana Sealman?
Yeah.

That woman hasn't had
a parking ticket in her life.

She knew that her son
was raping minors.

She also paid for the hit
on Ellis Van Camp.

Based on what evidence?

The man she hired, Alex Lewis.

He made it very clear to me...
The testimony of a professional killer?

Alex Lewis was hired by William
Borden for Davana Sealman.

Isn't this the same man who
has some kind of dementia?

Advance Alzheimer's.

Yeah. Yeah.
Look, I need real evidence, all right?

Not just the fucking
testimony of some

murderer who's cognitively
impaired, Jesus.

Any decent lawyer will
annihilate him on the stand.

Listen, apparently, there's a
recording of Davana Sealman

on a phone call explicitly
threatening Van Camp.

That I can use.

I'm working on it.
Well, you bring me the audio.

If it's solid,
I'll make the case.

Thank you, sir.

You sure you're up for this?

No, Gerald, I'm definitely
fucking not up for this.

Alex?

Listen, we need
to find that recording.

Without that, they,
they can't bring charges.

Do you remember where it is?

I've been trying to remember.

Okay.

I can't. It's lost.

I used to make notes here.
Mm-hmm.

There's no more notes.

I'm sorry.

Really. I'm sorry.

Listen, without that recording,

there's no case against Sealman.

And there's nothing that I or
anybody can do about it.

Do you understand that?

I need you to remember.

Dr. Meyers,
I have a writ...

No. We got a call
you were coming.

No alcohol swab?

Hey, hold up.

USAC says he doesn't go through.
He's with us.

Can't do it. He said for you
to head right in.

It's okay, man.

Just take care.

He's got a hostage.

This is a fucking mess, Serra.

His only demand
is to talk to you.

Hey. Watch your ass.

They're coming out.

Hold fire.

That's Meyers.

Sniper two, do you have a shot
on the subject on the right?

Affirmative.

Hey, Serra, status?
They killed a hostage.

Stand down.
Stand down!

Listen to me, Agent Serra.
Tactical...

She sent that man to kill me.

He walked right past the cops.
That bitch owns the whole game.

She doesn't own the FBI.

Are you sure about that?

Listen to me.
Maybe they'll kill you, too,

just to, just to bury this.

Yea. Maybe. Alex.

Bury.

It's spelt B-E-R-Y, right?
No.

Alex?
Yes, yes, bery.

B-E-R-Y.

You said justice can't
be guaranteed. No.

We owe it to that child,
Vincent.

Alex?

Alex!

Alex!

They won't let Hugo
in the building.

God, I bet Nussbaum deports him.

Yeah, nothing would surprise me.

Where are they sending you?
Crimes Against Children.

You?
Unassigned.

Vincent, your heart was
in the right place.

He fucking remembered.

He fucking remembered!

You've left me no choice.

Won't be cut out.

Look, this doesn't have
to be ugly.

Blackmail is already ugly.

Look, all I want...
Mr. Van Camp, we are not negotiating.

You've crossed the line
from which there is no return.

That's it.

It's not enough.

What are you talking about?
Well, Alex Lewis is dead.

Without him,
I don't have corroboration.

You said if I bring
you this recording...

The recording is a threat, yes?

Without the hit man,
it's not enough.

Come on, man.
This is a case.

It's not a case I can win.

I'm very sorry, Vincent.

You're kidding me.

Look, when you're dealing
with that kind of money,

even if I had her handing the gun to Alex
and paying him, she'd probably still win.

Okay, okay.

The sooner you realize that,
the better.

Listen.
You tell me something.

Beatriz Leon, what does
she mean to you? Huh?

Just some lowlife Mexican kid
who's probably gonna die anyway?

No, not at all.

Randy Sealman would take
children out of his detention center

and use them
as his fucking sex toys.

Problem is, we can't prove it.
You know what's going on.

We all know what's going on.
Serra.

You're nothing
but a fucking coward!

Okay, that's it, Serra!

A lot of people, myself
included, are fed up!

Yeah.

Time to take a leave, Serra.
Make it a long one.

Then let's reevaluate.
With pleasure.

Yo.
Hey.

We should celebrate
your suspension.

I'm not really up for it.

I wasn't asking, dipshit.

Get some fucking clothes on.

Since when have you
been so social?

I'm trying to turn
over a new leaf.

I mean, you can't be
an asshole forever, right?

I don't know.

Hey!
No, no, no.

Not anymore.
I'm fucking toast tomorrow.

Don't be a pussy.

It's not like you've got a job.

I'm good.

All right.

Oh, shit.
I spaced my wallet.

Sorry.

I'll owe you.
Asshole.

Saul?

According to an
El Paso Police Department spokesman...

...there are presently no
suspects and no witnesses.

Details are sketchy
at this point...

Santa Inez.

"Saint Inez. We come to you,

so our prayers reach God,
the almighty father."

What's going on?

"May you protect all children
against the impurities of the world."

Did you just give me an alibi?

Amen.