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Llame 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, you know, it's 3 1/2 hours later.

Hey, we needed to get
the right part, right?

- 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.

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. 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.

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 Dominguez. I work
for the owner of the café.

Okay. So, 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.

♪ The Glades 2x01 ♪
Family Matters
Original Air Date on June 5, 2011

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Olivia was
my brother's only child.

We lost my brother
10 years ago,

and her mother died of cancer
when she was 2.

I'm sorry,
you lost your brother?

He's 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's 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 want to give me?

You know, 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.

You'll have
my full cooperation.

Yeah, probably not, actually.
But a little would be great.

We get anything?

Oh, name, rank,
serial number.

Oh, and Eduardo's promise
for full cooperation.

Great. Well,
we know how that goes.

Oh, 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 8.

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.

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.
- Oh. 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, FDLE 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?

Oh, 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, 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.
Mm-hmm.

I'll send them over.

- 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 ordinance
for ATF.

- 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, though, right?

Oh, 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. Patdown? Really?

Ah, you touch my junk,
I'm calling police.

Rafael, right?

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

Well, 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 an 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...

Hold it! Get off him!
Get off!

The bastards have 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?

This is how
you watch my house?

Eduardo --
no!

We have to do something.

You don't have to
do anything.

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 diffuse 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.

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.

How did you know
Olivia Garcia?

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

Ah,
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.

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.

Yeah, 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?

No, she wouldn't tell me.

Look,
I'm late for court,

so unless you
want to 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.

Listen, Alvaro Saldivar's
not some wiseguy 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?

Alvaro Saldivar?

Jim Longworth.

Whoa.
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. It was getting
a little bright in here.

bongyo.

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?

Hey.

Hey.
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 éste es un idiota.

Yo siempre tengo que
limpiar sus erroes.

Así que, por favor,
de parte de nosotros,

perdónanos,
don Saldivar.

Let's go.

Now.

Nice talking to you,
Al.

Dad?

Dad?

Ugh!

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 want to
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.

Now, 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.

You know that.

But I get it.

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 want to
file for divorce...

I don't want to
give you false hope.

Three months.

Three months.

All right!
Let's do it!

All right.
Bye, mom.

You boys have fun.

Female voice:
You have zero messages.

Thank you.

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 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, uh, Manus

and this jackass who runs
the organized crime unit.

Ah.

So, how was
Ray's homecoming?

Weird.

I mean, 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 mean, 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 mean, 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-I g--

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.

You know,
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 last night
to talk to me.

The question is,
are you tailing him or me?

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 FDLE
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 cellphone.

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.

I mean, 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 I love her,

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

Or you were worried she's
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 want to know what happened
10 years ago?

You really want to know
what happened?

Wait.

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.

Daniel?

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

Wait, let me guess.
You found our mystery man.

That's
Detective Ballard.

When was this taken?

Two weeks ago at her Co-op
at Fifth Avenue.

Look,
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 -- ATF.

- A real cowboy, you said?
- Yeah.

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

Works for me.
Go bring his ass in.

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."

So -- if that's
okay with you.

Of course it is.
Cool.

You guys had fun today,
huh?

Yeah.
It was awesome.

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.

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.

Recycled
some old intel.

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

Get to the car-bomb
part yet?

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
ordinance training

and all your ATF
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.

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.

Yeah. And it better be
the good stuff.

Or my next call
will be to I.A.

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.

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?

Gracias.

I heard you had
some car trouble.

Yeah, I bet you did.

It wasn't me, Detective.

Well, it wasn't you you.

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.

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.

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.

Yeah. 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.

I'm sorry, 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.

- Down on the ground now!
- Get on the ground!

Get down on the ground now.

Get down!

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 in bounds,
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.

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

What's this?

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

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.

I mean,
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 DNA 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.

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 want to 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.

Oh, God.

It was an accident.

I swear
it was an accident.

I never meant
to hurt her, never.

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.

I want to 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 DNA.

I never wanted
to be boss.

So walk away...
While you can.

Ahh.

It's just not that easy.

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.

♪ How can I sit back when
I know just what you 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 ♪

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