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[ Chattering In Spanish ]

Aquí tienes.
Y este es tuyo.

[ Squawking ]

¡Llama a Eduardo!
¡Rápido!

Are you sure you know
how to change this? 'Cause
I've seen what you do to a car.

Yes. Very sure.

The year before the academy,
I spent an entire summer
as a plumber's assistant.

- Oh, wow.
So you're an expert.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

And the thing you need to know
to become a successful plumber
is that time is money.

Okay, well, that one
didn't really stick since it's
three and a half hours later.

- Hey, we needed to get
the right part, right?
- Right.

And that pitcher of beer
and the two baskets
of fried clams.

I'm just trying
to make the most
of whatever time we've got.

Mmm.

Which might have all just
come to a screeching halt.

That is D.O.C.

Department of Corrections?
Must be here
ahead of Ray's release.

They didn't notify you?
Yeah, they called last week,

but they didn't tell me
a specific day.
Yeah, they don't do that.

Why? What, to try and catch me
doing something wrong?
I'm not the criminal.

She doesn't know that.

Ray must have
listed your house
as his primary residence.

She's here
to make sure it's real.

Mrs. Cargill?
Yeah.

Sonja Stevens,
your husband's parole officer.

I'm here to ensure your house
is compliant for his release.

Uh, my house?
Everything all right?

Yeah.
Law enforcement?

Uh, no.
Uh, he's, uh, helping me
with my plumbing.

No, uh, my plumbing.

He's just a friend.
It's not what it looks like.

Never is.

[ Keys Jangling ]

Here you go.

Female, 25.

Shot twice
in the back of the head.

No gray matter or spatter.

Probably shot elsewhere
and dumped here.

Based on lividity,
I'm putting time of death
at 2:00 a.m.

Cinderella's missing a shoe.
She must have lost it
on the way home from the ball.

Yeah, she wasn't running
from a prince.
I'm guessing a pro did this.

As in a hit?
Based on what?

Based on that crowd
of scared-shitless people.

Worked enough mob hits
in Chicago to know when
the natives are extra restless.

Anyone brave enough
to come forward
with an I.D.?

What the hell's the matter
with you people?
Cover her up. Show some respect.

I'm sorry. You are?
Rafael Dominga.

- I work for the owner
of the café.
- Okay.

- Maybe you can tell us
who she is.
- Her name was Olivia.

Eduardo Garcia.

I'm gonna go out
on a limb and say...
sorry for your loss?

- Girlfriend maybe?
- Hey, I said show some respect.

Really?

She wasn't my girlfriend.
Okay.

She was my niece.

[ Eduardo ]
Olivia was
my brother's only child.

We lost my brother 10 years ago,
and her mother died of cancer
when she was two.

I'm sorry.
You lost your brother?

He was presumed dead.
Went missing.

Losing both parents--
that's tough.

Olivia was a fighter.

She graduated Columbia Law,
and she's clerking
for a judge in Manhattan.

- You're obviously
very proud of her.
- She's like my own daughter.

When was the last time
you spoke to her?

Friday.
Friday morning.

She was--
She was at work.

Well, obviously not.

She come here
to Florida often
without you knowing about it?

Hey, why are
we wasting time?
We all know who did this.

Yeah, about that, actually--
any names you wanna give me?

So I can go bug them
instead of you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.
Right.

Still gonna go
with that one, huh?

But I know a little about
how this works, Eduardo.

Actually, I know a lot.
And I can see how hard
this is hitting you.

You'd be really smart
to let me handle this.

You know, instead of one
of those other ways
we're not talking about.

[ Sniffs, Sighs ]
You'll have
my full cooperation.

Yeah,
probably not, actually.

But a little would be great.

[ Colleen ]
We get anything?

Name, rank, serial number.
Oh, and Eduardo's promise
for full cooperation.

Great. We know
how that goes.

It's clearly
family business.
You know, Saldivar.

Saldivar?

Eduardo Garcia's
rival boss.

Carlos, get him up to speed
on the two families.
Me?

Because I'm the only
in-house Cubano,
I know about the Cuban mob?

Don't you?
That's not my point.

I, uh, got
a body to process.

Yeah, and I've got
Eduardo Garcia's niece...

dumped in an alley behind
the family headquarters.

Someone's sending
a message.

The faster we learn
what that is,

the faster
we keep Calle Ocho
from becoming a war zone.

Alvaro Saldivar,
patriarch of the Saldivar
crime family.

Makes Tony Soprano
look like Gandhi.

Sworn enemy
of Miguel Garcia.

Eduardo's older brother
that started
the family business.

The widely held theory is
that Saldivar killed Miguel...

on the way to a summit
in Ybor City 10 years ago.

But because Miguel's body
was never found,

Saldivar was never
prosecuted for the crime.

Eduardo took over.

Started a war
with the Saldivars
to avenge his brother's death.

Ironically,
both sides did well,
consolidating their strengths--

coke for the Garcias,
gambling for the Saldivars.

Five years ago,
they declared a truce.

Despite the peace, there's
been bad blood between them...

ever since
the Mariel boatlift in 1980.

Oh, when Castro
emptied out the jails...

and put Cuba's criminals
here on Florida's sunny shores.

Somebody's seen Scarface.
Yeah, on cable.
Doesn't hold up.

It's a stereotype.

Of the 125,000 Cubans
who came to Florida,
only 800 were criminals.

Most were honest,
including my dad,

who decided he'd rather
drive a cab here than
practice medicine in Havana.

Wait. You're a Marielito?
I just said that before
to piss you off.

Yeah, well, it worked.
I was eight.

We came here with everything
we owned on our backs.

This is my home now.

But some still yearn
to go home to Havana.

Home is where
the heart is, huh?

Question is,

why did Olivia come home...
without telling her uncle?

Credit card says
she stayed here one weekend
a month for the past year.

It's a long way
from Calle Ocho.

Okay, obviously, Olivia didn't
want her uncle Eduardo to know
what she was doing down here.

Or who she
was doing it with.

- Whoa! Put that--
- Ballard?
Are you out of your mind?

That's a hell of a good way
to get your ass shot.
Right back at you, Colleen.

So you two
know each other?

What the hell
are you doing here, Tim?

Mob daughter got whacked.
As in, my crime scene.

Your crime scene?
Yeah, not from
what I'm seeing.

Tim Ballard,
F.D.L.E. Organized Crime Unit.
Jim Longworth.

Yeah, and as far
as crime scenes go,
it's not really much of one.

Romantic dinner
for two, uneaten.

Empty bottle of champagne,
dirty glass.

She was obviously meeting
someone here.

But unless
our Columbia Law School grad
had turned to hooking,

my guess is
it wasn't for business.

The niece of Eduardo Garcia
gets assassinated and dumped
behind his restaurant.

You don't think
it's mob-related?

I don't think
we can rule it out.
But you know what?

If and when we do find
that they're related,
I'll be sure to loop you in.

Whoa. Whoa.
Are you serious?

As a heart attack.

And I'll take
any and all files
you have on Olivia Garcia.

Olivia was a civilian.
I got no files on her.

All right, all right.
I'll send them over.
Mm-hmm.

But if I were you--
You aren't.

I'd be damn careful
where I stuck
that nose of yours.

Blood starts running
between Saldivar and Garcia,
it's on your hands.

Hmm?

Good luck, buddy.
You're gonna need it.

Huh. I thought I was
the only one that could
piss you off like that.

Oh, not even close.
Annoying-as-hell
politico.

Started off
in Ordnance for A.T.F.

Bomb squad?
Mm-hmm.
Was undercover in Juárez.

Got his partner blown up.
Huh.

Tallahassee loves
his cowboy act.

Made him chief
of organized crime.
Yeah.

He's gonna get us
those files, right?

He will if he knows
what's good for him.

Why? What are you thinking?

I'm thinking there's clearly
something personal about this.

Romantic even.

I'm thinking
that maybe it's not
a mob thing after all.

Well, if Eduardo Garcia
promised you cooperation,

it might be time
to open a few wounds
and see who bleeds.

Oh.
Hey, uh, Detective Longworth
here to see-- Oh. Pat down?

Really?
Ah, you touch my junk,
I'll call the police.

Rafael, right?

Yeah, I, uh--
I got a couple of
questions for Eduardo.

No, he's not
taking visitors.
It's a difficult time.

Making you, what,
his second-in-command,
trusted gatekeeper?

Friend of a family friend...
who doesn't like your tone.

Hey, no offense,
but I'm not visiting.

And if I have
to come back with a warrant,
I bring a dozen uniforms,

so... your call.

He's in the back.
Thank you.

Whenever he traveled,
my brother would bring back
a charm for Olivia.

Oh, that's... charming.

This her room?
Yeah, it was.

When my brother died,
she came and lived with me.

And then she went
to boarding school
when she was 15.

Millhaven Academy.
That's Connecticut, right?
Long way from Florida.

Yeah, Millhaven is what
got her into Columbia.

And away
from the family business,
whatever that may be.

My brother and I only
wanted the best for her.

Well, what about Olivia?
What did Olivia want for Olivia?

- I don't know
what you mean.
- Oh.

Boarding school
in, uh, Connecticut?

Ripped away
from her friends,
her family?

It's what she wanted.

Oh, what she wanted, huh?

I know my niece,
Detective.

Okay.

Well, maybe you know
who she was having
the affair with.

No?

She stayed at Coconut Grove
one weekend a month...

for the past year,
starting last summer.

That's wrong.
She always stayed with me
when she came down here.

Well, the receipts
say otherwise, so--

[ Shouting In Spanish ]

Hold it! Get off him!
Get off!

The bastards had the balls
to send flowers.

- The Saldivars have no respect.
- I said get off him now!

You do this in front of my house
on the day of my niece's death!

- Huh?
- [ Engine Starts ]

- This is how
you watch my house?
- [ Rafael ] Eduardo.

- [ Eduardo ]
No!
- We have to do something.

You don't have
to do anything.

[ Panting ]
This is not your business.

Yeah, I'm sorry to say, Eduardo,
but murder is definitely
my business.

I'm gonna give you
three days--

until my niece
is in her final rest.

Three days till you
bring her justice...

or else.

She had a blown pupil,
which signals traumatic
brain injury.

So? Two bullets
to the head doesn't
qualify as traumatic?

So I also found bruising
of the anterior temporal artery
on her scalp.

I did an X-ray.
Found she suffered
a diffused axonal injury.

In English, por favor?
Somebody scrambled her egg.

You did that on purpose.

The bullets
exited on the right,
blowing gray matter out.

But her left temple
was pushed in,

like maybe someone
smashed her skull...

and then popped her
to make it look like
a mob hit.

Or someone popped her
then smashed her skull
to make it look like it wasn't.

Phone records say
she called a local number
nine times that night.

[ Jim ] Probably the guy
that stood her up at the hotel
the night she was killed.

It's a prepaid cell,
bought at a Best Buy in Naples
with a stolen AmEx.

And we just found out
that she used to clerk
at the law clinic in Calle Ocho.

[ Jim ]
How did you know Olivia Garcia?

She did
a little pro bono work
for me a few summers ago.

That was nice of her.

Any problems with clients--
threaten her maybe?

She fought hard
for her clients.
They loved her.

Did you?
Love her, I mean?

No. And, yeah, I loved her,
but not like that.

[ Sighs ] Look, Olivia
was an amazing lawyer.
She really cared about people.

Plus, she was serious
with some local guy.
Talked to him all the time.

- She say who it was?
- Oh, she wouldn't tell me.

Her uncle was
crazy protective of her.
Had spies everywhere.

She was breaking it off.
I got the impression that it
was going on for a long time.

- You know
about her father, right?
- Missing, presumed dead.

Olivia was obsessed
with finding out the truth.

Spent years working on it,
free time.

She texted me.
She had a new lead.

She was going
to see Alvaro Saldivar.

The guy everyone assumes
is the guy that put out
a hit on her father?

That's a little dangerous.
She say what the new lead was?

She wouldn't tell me.

Look, I'm late for court,
so unless you wanna
arrest me--

No, thanks.
But maybe later though.

- Hey, Carlos.
- Anything?

Apparently, she was doing
some pro bono work
for the clinic.

Sounds like she was
also working the neighborhood
for anything she could find...

to get to the bottom
of her father's murder.

Olivia's phone.
German tourist turned it in
to a beat cop.

SIM card's gone,
but that number
she kept calling?

It's listed
in her address book
as "Quero."

Quero?
What's that in Spanish?

It doesn't
translate directly.
I'm guessing a nickname?

Well, we've got 48 hours
to find out.

That's how long Eduardo Garcia
gave us until he lays his niece
to her final rest.

After that, we got a whole lot
more bodies on our hands.

Oh. Daniel, call Olivia's
landlord in New York,
the local precinct.

See if she ever
reported a stalker.
Where we going now?

To get a cigar.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
You see the sign?

Members only.
An antisocial
social club. Huh.

Alvaro Saldivar's not
some wise-guy snowbird
from Chicago, okay?

He's as hard as they come.
You don't just walk in there
and ask questions.

Well, then how am
I gonna get answers?

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

Alvaro Saldivar?
Jim Longworth.

Oh. You're a baseball fan.

You sponsor
all these teams?

Okay, well,
I'll just get into it.

We have a witness says
Olivia Garcia came and saw you
the night she was murdered.

Something
about a new lead...

for the disappearance
of her father, Miguel,
10 years ago.

Oh, yeah. Getting
a little bright in here.

[ Sighs ]
Coño.

So I was thinking,

uh, if you didn't
really have anything
to do with Olivia's death,

then answering
a question or two--
which I know is not your thing--

could really help me
do my job and stop a war.

Yes? No?
You'll get back to me?

[ Clears Throat ]
Hey.
Hey.

- [ Carlos ]
Perdón, don Saldivar.
- Hey, Carlos.

We were just talking.
Hey.

La muerte de Olivia
es una tragedia,

pero necesitamos llegar
a la verdad para
evitar una guerra.

"La guerra."
Uh, "war." I said that.
I said that.

Ya yo le dije,
pero este es un idiota.

Yo siempre tengo
que limpiar sus errores.

Así que, por favor,

de parte de nosotros,
perdónanos, don Saldivar.

Let's go.

Now.

Nice talking to you, Al.

Dad?

Dad?

[ Grunts ]
I can't believe
you're home.

I can't
believe it either.

Why didn't you tell me
Dad was coming home?

I didn't wanna spoil
the surprise.

And I'm not
quite home just yet.

What do you mean?
Well,
it's not a big deal.

I've just got to stay
at a halfway house
up in Highlands County,

just for a while,
as part of my transition.

- Why can't you stay here?
- It's just for
three months, pal.

- I can't see you
for three months?
- No, no.

You can see him
as much as you want--
every day if you want.

Hey. Hey. Don't worry
about it, okay?

We're gonna spend
a lot of time together,
I promise.

We got
some catching up to do.

So go get out
of these school clothes.
Let's go to the batting cages.

The batting cages? Awesome!
I haven't been there in months!

I'm sorry. I didn't tell him
about the halfway house.

It's all right.
I'll cover it.

We got a lot
to cover anyway.

Callie,
I'm not happy about this.

And you know that.
But I get it.

And who knows?
Maybe it's for the best.

You don't have to say that.

Give me three months,
like we agreed.

Let me get a job,
spend some time with Jeff,

show you
that I mean business.
Ray, I--

Tst, tst.

And if you still
wanna file for divorce--

I don't wanna give you
false hope.

- Three months.
- Three months.

All right!
Let's do it!

- All right.
Bye, Mom.
- You boys have fun.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Keys Jangle ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Recorded Voice ]
You have zero messages.
Thank you.

[ Water Running ]

Hands where
I can see them.

I'm alone and unarmed.

Except for the dozen goons
you got up the street,
I'm guessing.

I couldn't talk
in front of my men.

Okay. So talk.

I didn't kill Olivia Garcia.

Just her father.

Not Miguel either.

I don't want war, Detective.
It's bad for business.

So I'll tell you
why Olivia came to me.

Yes, Olivia came to me
that night,

pleading, drunk,
wanting to know
where her father was buried.

So you told her, right?

I told her
I met Miguel in Ybor City
the night he disappeared.

He was in good spirits...

and left early to buy
a charm for her bracelet.

That's a thing
you don't make up.

So the two families
met after all?

Miguel had vision.

He saw we could increase
our profits by sharing costs.

It would be
to everyone's advantage.

Well, almost everyone's.

The next morning,
Miguel went missing.

That night, Eduardo blew up
two of my cousins.
The war started.

That's a sweet
little story.

Pity only you and Miguel
can verify it.

I'll tell you
what I told Olivia.

If you want to know
what happened to Miguel,
go talk to Eduardo.

You're saying Eduardo
killed his own brother.

Just so we're clear.

We've had peace for five years,
which is good for business.

War is expensive.

As a businessman, why
would I want that, Detective?

But if a drop
of my family's blood is spilled,

I will atone for it.

¿Comprende?

Yeah.
Comprendo.

You're wearing your gun
in the office.
That's a first.

Yeah. Kind of in the middle
of a turf war.

The Cuban mob?
Oh, yeah, them too.

No, I meant Manus
and this jackass who runs
the organized crime unit.

Ah.

So, how was
Ray's homecoming?

Weird.

I told him
that I didn't feel comfortable
with him moving back home,

so he agreed to transition
at a halfway house.

Oh. How'd that go over?

That part, good.

It was telling him
that I was filing for divorce...

that he didn't really
take very well.

I told him
that he could visit Jeff
as much as he wanted,

but I didn't want to give him
false hope, even though
I said that I'd hold off.

Hold off?
Filing.

Oh. Okay.
For how long?

Nothing, really.
Three months.

Three months.

Well, good thing you didn't
want to give him false hope.

Really? You're gonna be
a jackass about this?

He needs my support
to transition out of prison.

I didn't lie to him
or give him any reason...

to make him think
that I would change my mind.

Yeah, no, look, I--
[ Ballard ]
You got a minute?

No.
Yeah, actually, he does.

Hey, Callie.

You know, I pegged you
for a smarter guy than that.

Yeah. That's usually
everyone's first mistake.

Thanks
to your little stunt,

Saldivar bought state-of-the-art
bug-sweeping gear.

Took me five years
to light that place up.

I'm sorry.
Are you bragging?
'Cause five years is--

You know he came to your house
last night to kill you, right?
He came by my house to talk.

The question is,
are you tailing him or me?
[ Chuckles ]

Well, what did you talk about?

Oh, I got Manus those files
on Olivia Garcia, as promised.

Olivia went to see Saldivar
the night she was murdered
to ask about her dad.

And now you're gonna
go talk to Eduardo.
Got that from Manus.

You know Alvaro Saldivar
is playing you, right?

Send you down the rabbit hole
on Miguel's murder
so you don't solve Olivia's.

Which...

leaves Eduardo no other way
to save face but to retaliate.

Saldivar using the F.D.L.E.
to start his war-- genius.

Saldivar doesn't
want a war.
Bad for business.

Unless your business
is a failed attempt to solve
a 10-year-old murder...

by taking down
the Cuban mob.

Now, there's a good reason
to start a war.

Hey, we found
your niece's cell phone.
Nice footwork, by the way.

Oye, Eduardo, permite
que lo maneje, por favor.

No, todavía no. Déjalo.

She called someone
called Quero nine times
on the night she was killed.

- Think it was a nickname?
- I don't know it, Detective.

That's too bad.

Her old boss at the law clinic
in Little Havana...

said that she was dating
someone local, someone you
probably didn't approve of.

Probably why she was slipping
in and out of town
under the radar.

A Saldivar maybe?
Saldivar himself?

Never!

Actually, she spoke
to Alvaro Saldivar
the night she died...

to talk to him
about her dad's death.

And he said he told her
to talk to you,

implying, obviously,
that you knew something
about the death.

For a year, she's coming in
and out of town without
telling you she's here...

or that she's investigating
her father's death,

'cause she knew you were
watching her like a hawk.

I'm watching her
because-- because I love her,

'cause she's my niece,
'cause I promised my brother.

Or you were worried she was
getting too close to the truth.

He's my brother,
my blood.

I lost my brother
to that bastard.

Yeah, but you gained
an empire.

Are you implying
that I killed
my brother for money?

It's not unheard of.

Listen,
you heartless prick.

You wanna know
what happened
10 years ago?

You really wanna know
what happened?
Wait.

[ Electrical Static ]

You brought a bug
to my house?
Trust me. It's not mine.

Why should I trust you?
Okay, then don't.

But I did just stop you
from incriminating yourself.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Daniel?

I'm watching
the surveillance tape
from Olivia's co-op in New York.

Wait. Let me guess.
You found our mystery man.

[ Daniel ]
That's Detective Ballard.

[ Jim ] When was this taken?
Two weeks ago at her co-op
at Fifth Avenue.

He's obsessed with her.
Which is why he's
obsessed with the case...

and why Olivia couldn't
tell her uncle about it.

And you can bet your ass
that belongs to him too.

Only one problem.
The name on her phone-- Quero?

Ballard isn't exactly
a Latin lover.

Well, he was undercover
in Mexico-- A.T.F.

A real cowboy, you said?
Yeah.

That's it.
Quero is short
for vaquero-- cowboy.

Works for me.
Go bring his ass in.

[ Callie ]
Hey.
Hey.

Algebra before midnight.
Are you running a fever?

Uh, no.
Actually, uh, Dad said
if I got my work done,

he'd take the bus over and
we'd play Assassin's Creed.
Hmm.

So-- If that's okay
with you.
Of course it is.

Cool.

You guys
had fun today, huh?
Yeah. It was awesome.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Ringing ]

Hey.

Uh, listen, I wanted
to apologize for the way
I reacted this morning.

No. I'm sorry.

I-- I kind of just sprung that
on you at work, no less.

So no harm, no foul?
Wow.

I got off way too easy.

Huh.

- That's weird.
- What's weird?

I never lock my car at work.
Hang on a sec.

[ Alarm Chirps ]

Jim?

Jim!

Are you kidding me?
Fine.

You're losing it, Colleen.
Oh, a bomb shreds
my lead detective's car,

the same guy that you bugged...

while he's investigating
a murder of a woman
that you were stalking,

and I'm not supposed to think
you know anything about it?

Fine.
"Fine"?

But it's not
what you think.

Last summer, a C.I.
told me he saw Olivia
in Calle Ocho...

asking questions
about her dad's murder.

So I reached out,
told her I had
some new leads.

Do you?
Or was that a lie too?

- Half a lie.
- [ Mutters ]

Recycled
some old intel.

I tried to flip her
on Eduardo,
but she refused.

Get to
the car bomb part yet?

- [ Colleen ] Hey. Are you okay?
- Yeah. Just caught
a little glass.

I'll be fine.
Hey, Ball-ard, what's up?

Did you break
into my car?
I did, yeah.

Found the receiving end
of the bug you planted on me,
which damn near got me killed.

Garcia didn't
bomb your car.

If he did,
we'd still be hosing you
out of the parking lot.

- Saldivar's who you
should be looking at.
- Really?

And with your
ordnance training and all
your A.T.F. undercover work,

you tell me why I shouldn't
be looking at you.

Because
I'm no cop killer.

I may bend
the rules, sure,

but I'm not about
to throw away 10 years
of building a case...

against the Cuban mob
for this guy.

[ Chuckles ]

No offense.
Hey, none taken.

So here's how it's gonna be.

You're gonna give us everything
you've got on both families,
right here, right now,

or the bug I plant
to stalk your ass, you're gonna
need an autopsy to find it.

Yeah. And it better
be the good stuff...

or my next call
will be to I.A.

Okay.

[ Tires Screech ]

Daniel?
Is he all right?

Callie. I completely forgot
to call you back.

Yeah.
No, it's fine.

I'm just--
I'm glad you're okay.

You scared
the crap out of me!
I know. I'm sorry.

I'm fine though.
Really.

Daniel, can you pull
this flash up in my office?
You got it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry
I didn't call you back.

No, it's fi--
I mean, don't be ridiculous.

This is--
Hey, about earlier?

Listen, I know Jeff
needs his dad.

And I know the only way
that's gonna happen is
if Ray gets a fresh start.

So whatever you feel you need
to do to make that work,
I get it.

Thank you.
That's-- That's all
I'm talking about.

[ Groans ]

Detective, you're definitely
gonna want to see this.

No, thanks.

Ballard got dirt
on lots of people,
including Jonathan Foster,

the lawyer who runs
the walk-in clinic
on Calle Ocho.

Check this out.

Wire transfer
for $100,000?

From an offshore
holding company
in the Bahamas.

That launders money
for the Saldivars.
What do you know?

[ Man ]
Gracias, señor.

I heard you had
some car trouble.
Yeah, I bet you did.

It wasn't me,
Detective.

Well, it wasn't you you.

[ Alvaro ]
You asked to meet,
so let's meet.

I was just wondering why you
gave the clinic Olivia Garcia
worked at $100,000.

I sent word
that I wanted to help,

as long as she told no one
where the money
was coming from.

Or you knew she was looking for
her father's killer,

so you paid her boss to tell you
what she was working on.

She got too close. She fought
with her boss 'cause she wanted
to confront you with it.

Next thing you know,
she turns up dead in an alley
behind her family's business.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, come on,
that was pretty good.

Hey, listen to me.

I'm a Marielito.
I've been blessed.

I wanted to give back
to other Cubanos
who weren't as lucky as me.

Her boss,
the weasel abogado,
he helps my people.

Why do you think
I permit him
to stay open in Calle Ocho?

I gave the money to Olivia
to make that happen.

Her heart was
in the right place.
I believed in her.

She was smart,
trustworthy.
And hot.

No.
Yeah, kind of makes sense...

in a Cosa Nostra
"enemy of my enemy is my lover"
kind of way.

She wasn't looking for love,
Detective, not with me.

She was looking
for closure.

Meaning?

Oh, I get it.
This is one of those things...

where we're not really
talking about what we're
talking about, right?

Oh, thanks.

Cuban, I assume.

Romeo y Julieta.

The young lovers.

Young lovers, huh?

Any ideas who?
No.

If I did,
I would tell you.

You know,
war is not good for--

Ah, bad for business, yeah.
Got it.

Oh, and, uh, thanks
for the cigar.

- [ Carlos ]
What are we looking for?
- Signs of a boyfriend.

From when she was 15?
Yeah, well,
good luck with that.

At 15, they have
a new boyfriend
every 20 minutes.

Unless the dad knew that
and sent his kid
to boarding school.

I'd kill
the little bastard first.

Which maybe
the boyfriend knew.

So he killed Miguel,
not the mob?

Well, Saldivar said
he didn't kill Miguel.

Neither did Eduardo.

Which leaves...
our old friend Quero.

She's still seeing
her forbidden teenage love
10 years later?

Very Romeo y Julieta.

But it still doesn't
tell us who he is.
No, but maybe this will.

- What's that?
- It's girl numerology.

They use it to see
if they have a future
with a boy they like.

Okay.
No, here.

You assign
each vowel a value.

One for "A," two for "E,"
three for "I" and so on.

Then you count the vowels
in both names...

and you add them in
each vowel column.

If the total has
three matching numbers,

like 43555,
it's a good match.

That's numerically random.
That literally makes no sense.

Except for a teenage girl.
Welcome to my world.

Okay, so if we work backwards,
we take the total
in Olivia's name,

we should be able to find out
the kid's name, right?

It has three vowels,
like her,

which rules out Ballard,
but not Quero,

not Jonathan
and not Alvaro.
Or Eduardo.

Killed for seeing
a Saldivar, maybe.

Is it just me,
or is it kind of weird...

that Garcia's letting two cops
just hang out in his house
all night?

Where did they say
he was again?

It's Olivia's
funeral tomorrow.

He's making
final arrangements.

[ Chattering
In Spanish ]

[ Sirens Blaring ]

- Drop your weapons!
Get on the ground!
- Get on the ground!

Get down on the ground now.

Get down!

Get down
on the ground now!
Get down!

Let me guess.
All you guys got tickets
to the gun show, huh?

Get out of the car.

You gave me three days
to finish my business.

The service
isn't until tomorrow.
I stayed inbounds, Eduardo.

I've risked my neck
for your business, and this
is how you show me respect?

You know what?
I'm taking you in.

You can't do that.
What's the charge?

In connection
with the murder
of your niece.

I was the one
supposed to go to
that meeting in Ybor City.

My brother
went instead.

Why didn't you go?

I have a temper.
He didn't.
He got killed anyway.

Well, if it's any consolation,
it wouldn't have mattered
if you'd gone to Ybor City,

because Saldivar
didn't kill Miguel.

That's my brother's team.

He coached junior league.

This is a hat
he gave Olivia.

No, actually, he didn't.

Quero?

Olivia's boss
at the legal clinic said
she spent hours every day...

on the phone to a boyfriend,
someone she'd known
for a long time.

She made appointments
on Saturday at Palm Beach...

with a caterer,
florist, jeweler.

Looks like she was planning
on getting married.

Married. She didn't
even have a boyfriend.

Yeah, like you knew
she was having an affair?
You had your men watching her.

At first I thought they
were just asleep on the job,

but now I believe one
of those men is the man...

that Olivia was in love with
and lying to you about it.

Someone you'd
never expect.

What's this?

Something teenage girls
do to see if they have
a future with a boy they like.

We found it hidden under
the blotter on her desk.
She wrote that when she was 15.

The name that fits
that equation...

is the man who was
in love with Olivia--

a tragic,
ill-fated love...

that ended
the life of your niece and
your brother 10 years ago.

It's your family,
Eduardo.

Someone who played for your
brother's junior league team...

who's been in love
with her for a decade...

but thought they had
to hide it from you.

Help me with a name.

Quero.

No, not Quero.
His real name.

Quero was a nickname
only they knew.

I think you know
who I'm talking about.

Why don't you write it down,
see if it fits?
I want my lawyer.

No, you don't, because
then you'll shut up,
and then he'll shut up.

Then we may never find out
where your brother
is buried.

[ Man ]
What's this?

It proves that for years,
you were Olivia's secret lover.

[ Laughs ]
These scribbles?

- It also proves you murdered
Olivia and her father, Miguel.
- What?

Killed her after she
figured out that it was you
that killed her father...

after he forbid you
from seeing his
15-year-old daughter.

A 20-year-old Marielito,

someone Miguel took
under his wing, opened
his family, his business to,

but then felt betrayed
when you kept seeing her.

Said that he'd kill you if he
ever found you near her again.

So you knew you
only had one choice--
kill or be killed.

This doesn't
prove anything.

If we test the D.N.A.
from the sweat stains
in this cap,

which has been in Olivia's room
for the past decade, it'll prove
that this cap's yours.

Prove that you're the Quero
that she called nine times
the night she was killed.

The same Quero she'd been
having an affair with
for a decade...

but then who stood her up
at the Moreno Friday night.

Good luck
proving it in court.

You're right.

That won't stand up
in front of a jury of 12.

But...

a jury of one--

When Miguel turned up missing,

you convinced Eduardo
that the Saldivars killed him.

Eduardo declared war.
Didn't wanna look weak.

And you moved up the family.

Bombed two of Saldivar's men,
like you tried to bomb me,

just to prove you'd do anything
to gain the respect
for his brother's death.

- No.
- Hey, if I'm wrong,

I'm sure one of Eduardo's
trusted soldiers will
be happy to take care of it.

Save the taxpayers
a ton of money.

Olivia was my dream...

from the minute I saw her.

I never saw anybody
so beautiful
in all my life.

But I wasn't good enough
for Miguel.

He wanted to send her away
to boarding school
to keep us apart.

Which her uncle saw to,
'cause he knew that was
his brother's wish--

to send her
to boarding school.

But you stayed in the picture,
hidden from Eduardo.

But after a decade,

she wanted to get married
and made plans
for it next weekend.

I had to ask Eduardo
for her hand.

But every time I tried,
all I could see was Miguel.

So you didn't ask.

You stood her up,
which confused her,

made her connect some dots
she hadn't connected before.

And then when she found out
from Saldivar...

that her father and he had had
a good meeting in Ybor City,
then she knew.

She knew why you didn't
ask Eduardo for her hand.

Because you killed Miguel.

I followed her to Saldivar's
to try to talk,

but she said
it was over.

She didn't
love me anymore.

She walked away, and--

Oh, God.
[ Sobs ]

It was an accident.

I swear it was an accident.
I never meant
to hurt her, never.

[ Sobbing Continues ]

[ Sniffles ]

So...

Quero, that's short
for "cowboy," right?

No.

I-- I never had much school.

When I first saw her
on the Mariel,

I wrote Olivia a note.

And I--
I misspelled "Te quiero."

"I love you."

She never forgot.

[ Inhales ]

I wanna make a deal.

Actually, I already
made one for you.

We got something.

It's a charm
he had in his pocket.

We'll confirm with D.N.A.

I never wanted to be boss.

So walk away while you can.

[ Chuckles ]

Ahh.

It's just not that easy.

[ Kisses ]

Gracias.

Congratulations
on defusing
a delicate situation.

Hey, you know me--
master of tact.
Good.

'Cause we have
another one.

I got a call
from the Office of
Professional Responsibility.

The Palm County D.A.
has been notified...

that you're having
an inappropriate
relationship...

with the wife of one of
their cooperating witnesses.

What? How do they know?
They know, Jim.

And now it's
everyone's business,

including mine,
as your superior.

We're adults, Colleen.
We'll work it out.
I know, Jim.

Just stay away, okay?
Look, Colleen--

No. Jim, you want
my honest opinion here?

I think you need
to let her family
figure it out for themselves.

** [ Pop Ballad Intro ]

[ Woman ]
* How can I sit back when I
know just what you'll need? *

* Please help me understand,
'cause it's just so hard
to breathe *

* These waters are rising,
making it hard to choose *

* We could be together,
could be the perfect two *

* I've been the shoulder
that you cry on *

* I've been the rock
that helps you stay strong *

* And now I'm caught
in the storm *

* I can't deny *

* I'm tired
of fighting in the dark *

* One step in the light
could crush my heart *

* So I won't always be here
to catch your fall *

* Oh, oh **