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The Bible says we should rejoice in our suffering.

Suffering produces perseverance,

perseverance, character,

and character, hope.

I'm still waitin' to find the joy in suffering.

Hey, Duke.

Duke, come here.

Come on, boy, what are you doing over there?

What are you doing,

digging for some buried treasure?

This dog's gonna kill me.

Duke!

Oh, shit.

911, what's your emergency?

I think we found a serial killer's graveyard.

Do you really think

that one guy could've done all of this?

- You don't think so? - Well, I don't know what to think, Chief.

I mean, they're still digging up bodies over there.

Let's go!

- Ready when you are. - Move in.

Keep it down.

What the fuck?

Damn, homie! You knock like the fucking Judas!

Fucking... Damn.

My bad, homie.

Hey, I need, um, a dub on fiddy.

- I got you. - All right, thanks.

Ayo, if you come across some stamps, holla at me.

It's my girl's b-day this weekend.

Okay, cool.

It-it's all there.

Yeah, I still gotta check.

We good, man.

Police! On the ground!

Let's go! Chill out.

Lookie what we found here, Sarge.

- Ooh. - Stashing some heavy firepower, huh, boys?

Look like someone's going on vacation

provided by the state of New Mexico.

- Fuck you. - Time to go, buddy.

I'll be out in no time. Fuck you, pigs!

Tsk, another one in the books, Jesse.

I gotta say,

you have not failed me yet.

And that works in your favor.

Another one like this,

and I believe we can conclude our relationship.

I got you, Graham.

Soon as I get another one lined up,

I'll be sure to get in contact with you, all right?

- High five. - Man, get the fuck up out of here.

All right, take it easy.

Jesus! Fuck.

- We have breaking news... - Hey, Sarge!

From the Albuquerque Police Department.

We're going live with Chief Carter's statement.

Approximately six weeks ago,

one of our concerned citizens came across human remains

while walking her dog.

She immediately reported it to the Albuquerque Police Department.

With the help of crime scene investigators,

we discovered the remains of 11 women and one unborn child.

We're sending the remains out to forensic pathologists

to help identify and determine how our victims may have died and when.

When we have more information,

we'll address the community again.

Until then, this is an ongoing investigation.

Does Albuquerque have a new serial killer?

As I said earlier, this is an ongoing investigation,

we're not at liberty to discuss further information now.

That's all for today. Thanks.

Chief Carter! How many victims do you have?

- Let's get this guy. - Already got some leads.

Chief, I'll start going through the missing persons list

because it'll take a while for the labs to come back.

We got a predator amongst us and not the four-legged variety,

but someone who lives and works in the community with a compulsion to kill.

What we label him doesn't matter to me.

We just need to stop him.

Oh, I almost forgot. The Mayor wants to bring in the Feds on this.

They're sending over one of their profilers.

You two are picking him up in two hours.

Okay.

Ahem.

- Who's driving? - I'm driving.

- Getting sandblasted here. - I know.

- How are you? - Pete.

- Detective Ortega. Nice to meet you. - Call me Pete.

No, no, no, thanks, Detective. That stuff will kill ya...

insomnia, high blood pressure and anxiety.

So, uh, you're one of those guys, huh? A health nut.

Oh, hell no. I'm a swig of bourbon,

toke of weed in the morning-type guy.

That stuff will kill you too, but it's a lot more fun.

Oh, I don't suppose either of you have a-a spliff

or a-a stiff one on you. No?

No, sir, we don't.

Just testing. Good work, Detective.

Now listen, I didn't get any sleep on the plane.

You mind if I close my eyes?

Knock yourself out.

What, are you, uh, you scared of flying?

No, I love it.

No, these flight attendants on these private jobs,

they ply you with enough booze to put your lights out.

But, there was no flight attendant.

Well, we can take you by your hotel,

give you a chance to get some rest and maybe...

Oh, no, no, I want to go straight to HQ.

I want to be on a plane and out of here

by the end of the week, you know.

Been looking at the file, I want to spend

as much time on this one as I possibly can.

You play golf, Detectives?

A little bit.

- You? - Occasionally. You?

No.

You dig any more holes in that Boneyard,

you're going to have a back nine.

Hey.

- Hey. - Chief Carter, I presume.

- Hope you had a good flight, Agent Petrovick. - I did. Call me Pete.

Pete. Pete it is.

Well, thank you for coming all the way out to our neck of the woods.

Oh, yeah. Well, hey, I had planned to come out here anyway,

uh, doing some cold case work...

looking into some of those missing indigenous girls from years back.

- Any connection to the case? - I don't think so.

You got any leads on who the serial killer might be?

Hell, I don't know, I mean it could be you.

Nah, I don't think so. It's more likely him.

If I was you, I'd keep an eye on him.

Look, even after I see the evidence and the crime scene,

the best I can do is make an educated guess, that's it.

What's your best guess? Who should we be looking for?

The best guess...

Oh, God.

Why don't we talk about serial killers for a minute, okay?

Here.

Okay, wow, it's the all-stars.

I don't think it's any of them, all right?

We put these clowns into four categories.

First, you got your visionary.

They hear voices, you know.

The neighbor's dog tells them to kill people

and they go right ahead and do it.

Next, there's the power-control-oriented.

Prolonged torture and killing.

Life and death is at their whim... they're playing God.

Later they get their rocks off from the trophies that they keep.

Bring the gloves and the hand sanitizer

when you search that place.

After that, we got hedonistic.

Here's your lust killers, yeah.

They'll boink their victims whether alive or dead,

sometimes six months after they're dead.

They're into mutilation,

drinking blood, cannibalism.

These ones have definitely chosen the psycho path.

But I don't think our guy is any of those.

I put my money on him being a mission-oriented killer.

He thinks he's making the world a better place.

How is he making the world a better place?

Well, in his mind, he's getting rid

of all the people that caused him to sin.

Or just anybody that happens to shit in his pond, you know?

But I can see I'm boring the shorts off you,

so try this one on for size.

He's probably an Hispanic male,

30s, extremely religious,

arrested at least once for solicitation of prostitutes,

and most likely lives

in proximity to the Boneyard.

Lives with his mother?

Well, not every serial creep lives in his mom's basement.

BTK was the life of the party.

No, this guy's probably very stable. Employed.

He's lived in the area all or most of his life, okay?

In other words, he's just a regular Joe

with a lawnmower, a toaster

and maybe a jar of what might look like pickles.

- Basically, it could be anyone. - Yeah!

But, hey, I'm here to narrow it down.

Don't worry, I've been doing this since, uh,

since before you were bribing the Tooth Fairy for cash.

Needle in a haystack, huh?

This Petrovick guy seems to be quite the character, huh?

"Best of the best," they say, only here to help.

Is he?

Or is he here trying to give us a crash course on how to do our job,

wasting time when we should be out there gathering real evidence?

What's with you?

- Nothing. - Your food, sir.

I mean, guy's a weirdo, but I don't know.

I just feel like we're walking in fucking circles here.

Hola, it's me.

How you holding up?

Well, I just want to let you know

that I sent in the DNA to get processed.

Now it's going to take a while,

but they're the, uh,

they're the best in their field, okay?

We'll know soon enough.

I gotta go. Bye.

You want some coffee?

Too much of that stuff will kill ya.

Oh, God, don't...

So this happened around 2001?

After he pulled the gun, what happened?

He made me blow him with the gun pointed at my head.

Then this motherfucker made me fuck him

while he held the gun in my mouth.

Told me he was going to shoot me,

and then dump my body on the west side.

How did you get away?

Grabbed the gun when he was nutting.

And I aimed and I shot...

and it wasn't even loaded.

So I ran for my life.

Can you describe what he looked like?

He was a Chicano, in his 30s.

Pretty big guy,

about 200 lbs?

Uh, he had an old tattoo on his arm, just...

"Mom."

I think he said his name was Caesar or something like that.

What kind of car was he driving?

How the fuck would I know?

Is there anything else you can remember?

Around the time I was hanging,

I had a run-in with an undercover cop named Tate.

He was good looking,

but an asshole.

Dirty as fuck!

Tell me more about Tate.

Rumor has it

that pregnant girl that you found on the Mesa

was pregnant by Tate...

and he got rid of her.

I, uh, I need to check someone out.

Who?

- One of our own? - Mm-hmm.

It's Tate, in Narcotics.

What does Young think about this?

I want to get more solid evidence on Tate

before this gets around the department.

See, well, that I don't disagree with you on, Detective.

Tell me what you got.

Well, Tate's name keeps popping up under my investigation.

I understand that he was suspended for misconduct

and then later he was reinstated?

Correct.

Got a few complaints about faulty busts he made,

made them go away in exchange for sexual favors.

- How long was he doing that? - Who knows?

Came across a savvy hooker,

Maria Orta.

Yeah, IA had recordings, pictures, the whole nine.

Hold him dead to right.

The IA guys thought it'd be a good idea

to have him face to face with his accuser,

to see if Tate would crack.

Hello there.

Maria.

Maria, Maria, Maria.

Here we are...

just the two of us.

Are you sure we should leave her in there with him by herself?

- You look fantastic. - What's he gonna do?

Snap her neck?

Bust through the door,

- fight off a hundred police officers? - I mean...

He's gonna crack. He's cooked.

- So... - I got him marinating in there.

By the way, which one are you sucking off exactly?

The fat one or the one making google eyes at you?

Fuck you.

Fuck me? Hmm, okay, wow.

Better question:

tell me...

how is your mother?

She's doing okay, huh?

She get those immigration papers worked out yet?

Fuck you, motherfucker! Fuck you!

- Motherfucker! Piece of fucking shit! - Shit!

Tu madre... Fuck you. Fuck you!

- Piece of fucking shit! Fuck you! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you thinking?

- Hey, relax, relax. - Tate...

- What?! What are you talking about? - You have the right...

How is this piece of shit still on the job?

You know the drill.

Union red tape wouldn't allow us to can his ass.

He took an extended vacation via his suspension

and then was allowed to be reinstated

after he finished the time.

You know, a former sex worker was saying

the girl he knocked up went missing

after she told him he was the father.

You know we found a girl and a child down on the Mesa that meets that description.

Who else knows about this?

Just you and I, Chief.

Keep it that way.

What's your next play?

Well, I'm cross-referencing

the names off the missing person's list

with the list of missing prostitutes from 1999 to 2006.

I'm still waiting for the DNA results to come back.

Keep working your case.

Keep me in the loop.

So many victims.

So much pain and death.

It's more than one can bear.

A father knows.

The killer's still out there,

it's only a matter of time before he kills again.

People ask me why I keep going,

why I keep chasing after these guys.

"I tell them," I can't stop.

The voices of the innocent are too loud."

Hey, baby, my powers of detection tell me

you got a flat tire.

Your powers are right.

I already know. I don't need to hear it.

I wasn't going to say anything. I wasn't going to say shit.

Oh, yeah, 'cause you're never wrong, right?

I did make a mistake once

about 18 years ago with your mother.

Don't talk about me like that!

I don't want to get into it right now,

I'd never say bad things about your mother in front of you.

I'd wait 'til it's behind your back.

How about we get this rolling,

and when we do...

we drive it straight to the scrapyard? Got a deal?

You going to get me a new one?

I'll help you with the down payment, how's that?

- Yeah? - One condition... you gotta listen to me.

Mm, I'll think about it.

All right, you think about it.

- Dad? - Yeah.

Petrovick!

You son of a bitch!

Sam? Sam.

Sam, Sam, Sam!

Sam, come on.

Sam?

Sam, honey, come on, wake up, honey.

Come on, get up!

I gotta stay vigilant.

God knows I let my guard down once before.

I took too long, my suspect found me.

Never again.

911, what is your emergency?

- Hey. Have you seen Ortega? - No.

- Yello. - Hey.

Where are you?

I'm grabbing something to eat, you want something?

Nope, I'm good.

- I'll just see you back here, okay? - All right.

Oh, God.

Hey, Candy.

- What the fuck you want? - Relax. I have a couple questions for you.

- I don't answer questions. - It's about some missing girls you might know.

Which girls you talking about?

What do you know about them?

Nothing.

I don't know nothing. Bye.

Whoa, whoa. Selena.

It's my niece.

These are my sisters.

Flaca went missing like a month before Selena.

Do you have any idea what happened to them or where they might have gone?

Every time we get in a car or go in a hotel room,

there's a chance a bitch might get popped, robbed, or killed.

Obviously, their luck ran out.

I remember this night.

It was Flaca's birthday.

Oh, we partied so hard.

She went missing a week later.

Selena, that's another story.

What's her story?

Look, man, I'm still out here on the streets.

I don't want to be next.

But I could protect you.

Yeah.

I like breathing.

You ain't got no clue.

I don't want to pressure you, okay?

I just want you to come down to the station.

The station?

That den of dirty motherfuckers?

No.

I just need you to look at a couple photographs

and make a statement and that is it, okay?

It'll really help my investigation

and we can find out what happened to your sisters.

Sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

Give me a call when you're ready, okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey!

Hey! Stop the car! APD!

I said stop the car! APD!

Shit!

I'm going to get you, you son of a bitch.

Oh, fuck it.

Fuck!

Keep the fucking cops away from me!

All the suffering...

Welcome in.

Hello, Caesar. How are you today?

That's all for today?

Yeah. Yes.

Brother, are you okay?

Um, it's $2.11.

Here.

W-would you need someone to walk with you to wherever you're going?

Hey, brother, your change.

- Hi. - Hi.

He's... crazy.

So I wrote down some names

that could be possible hits from the missing persons list.

- I don't know. - Ortega.

Hey, uh, I think I'm ready to talk.

- Who's this? - Naomi Harks. Um, I'm at Central and 5th.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I can, uh...

I'll text you an address and I'll meet you there in an hour.

- Okay, I'll see you. - I'll see ya.

Who's that?

That was the, uh... that was my friend.

You didn't recognize your friend's voice?

She, uh, she's all stuffed up, she had a cold.

Uh, thank you for calling.

I've, uh,

been thinking about this for a long time.

Will you state your name and that you willingly agree

to make a statement regarding a missing person

and that you may have information about their disappearance?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, my name is Naomi Harks

and I am agreeing to give this statement.

Okay.

Well, tell me what you know, Naomi.

- Um... - Hi, can I bring you anything else?

Selena, China and I used to go in on hotel rooms together.

Hey, Daddy. I need you. I'm sitting on 150 bucks.

Tradewinds, room 224.

Thank you, baby.

They on their way. Yes.

Okay.

Hey.

Shots, girls.

Y'all still ain't heard shit on Flaca?

No.

I can't believe she got you like that.

I mean, we all fucked up, but not like that.

We sisters.

I hope she all right.

All I know is, she better have my shit when I see her.

Yo! You bitches good?

Finally.

Please tell me you got something good.

The guys around here don't got shit.

Baby, this shit is certified A1 yolo.

One bump of this and you going to hit your head off the moon.

We was partying pretty hard that night.

Selena, a little more than usual.

I got the impression something was on her mind.

And when was the last time you saw her?

Um, we were all on the block that night,

pre-gaming at the Allsups when she got a call.

It was sort of a slow night, just some assholes lurking.

Good. Can't wait.

Oh, hey, girls.

We got some booze and, uh, you're probably not going to get

anything better than us tonight, so want to hang out for a bit?

Jason, you know that girl

- slept with Billy last week, right? - Are you serious, man?

- Yeah, but who cares, bro? - Right. Billy sleeps with everyone.

Boy? Bye.

- Oh, fuck you. - Fuck you.

- Fuck you. - You guys aren't ready for us anyway.

We change lives and religions.

Really? Are you Mother Teresa tonight?

How much money you got?

Fuck these girls, Tommy, let's go, man.

Let's go, girls.

Isn't it past your curfew anyway?

Besides, I want you all to meet these Memphis boys.

They like to trick with some down ass bitches

so be them bitches tonight.

So, look, um, I gotta hit this lick real quick.

I'll hit you guys when I'm done,

see where you at?

Who are you fucking, bitch?

Bitch, please.

We watched her get in the car that night

and never thought twice about it.

You never think that's going to be

the last time you see somebody.

But off she went.

Selena crept off into the night...

never to be seen again.

And do you know who picked her up?

One of yours.

Who?

Tate.

Fucking sleaziest cop on the beat.

Wouldn't be surprised if he killed those Boneyard girls too.

And you are sure that it was Tate?

It was a dark Chevy Malibu.

At the time, he worked Vice.

He'd catch you slipping

and make you "work off" the charges.

He became a regular.

And you think this is what he was doing with Selena?

Hell, yeah.

Selena ran with us for, like, six months.

We took her in after she got kicked out of Eduardo's.

Who is Eduardo?

He's a cool cat that has a refuge for girls like us,

a place to rest from time to time.

So why didn't you report this?

Man...

No one listens to street hoes.

Besides, I lost China to an overdose a short time later.

Oh...

I guess I just...

packed it all away mentally...

until I spoke to you the other day.

- Your call has been forwarded... - Fuck.

Something's wrong.

Selena would've called by now.

I don't trust Tate, fucking dirty ass cop.

Fuck it. We can't wait any longer.

I found four missing girls that match the profile of the missing pregnant girl.

The girls' arresting officer was Tate.

I thought getting some fresh eyes on what you had to show me would be good.

This is some good stuff you got here.

Plenty of it.

Here. Take a look at this.

Twenty of those girls that went missing

from 1999 to 2000 had arrest records.

Twelve of those were arrested by Tate.

So, you telling me the serial killer could be an undercover cop?

One of our own?

Mm-hmm.

Linking 12 of those missing girls to Tate's arrest reports?

Smoking gun, Chief.

When he was being suspended, none of this was known at the time.

We could still charge him with it if everything you have here checks out.

But before I authorize this, you have to be totally sure.

If our Jane Doe on the Mesa's DNA

comes back as a match for Loretta Garcia,

then we can get a warrant for Tate's DNA.

And if his matches baby Doe's,

we got our guy.

Hallelujah, we got our guy...

simple and easy.

Does Tate match the profile?

Pfft.

Our killer, he's predatory.

He's got to be out there, hunting.

He'll be constantly scanning, searching for prey.

It'll be someone who's off their guard, unaware.

He'll be acting on impulse.

Ritual stalking.

He'll be methodical, meticulous.

He'll know we're coming.

Every second that goes by puts someone else at risk.

Obsession will drive him.

He won't be able to stop himself.

His drive will build

until murder becomes the only thing that satisfies him.

- We have a winner! - Whoo!

Okay. Oh, thanks.

Hey.

Hey. Did I catch him before he fell asleep?

It's almost nine.

No, you missed him again.

This is the third time this week.

I cannot keep doing this with you, Ray.

It's not fair to them and it's not fair to me.

- Okay. - Figure it out.

I'm tired of this, I'm so tired of this.

Quiet down!

I said quiet down!

- Hurry up! Shut the fuck up! - Move!

Get in there!

Move, move! Shut the fuck up!

Sit down! Shut the fuck up!

Clear the compound.

Get in formation.

Clear left, clear left!

Contact!

Two down, two down!

Three down, three down!

Man down, man down!

Contact!

Contact down.

You're okay.

We're here, you're safe now.

What a crew we are.

The walking wounded.

Each of us carrying the ghosts

of the ones we were supposed to protect.

They were dead,

and we were alive,

and we couldn't forgive ourselves for that.

Chief Carter had his two dead cops.

Ortega, his niece.

And then there's...

well...

This case was personal.

Hey, Chief, good time?

We got Agent Petrovick, Agent Womack.

Hello, gentlemen.

Good tidings from the Albuquerque Field Office.

And bad tidings for your investigation,

I'm sorry to say.

When Agent Petrovick informed me that you were looking into Officer Tate,

we thought it'd be a good time to meet.

You mean to tell me the FBI's been at our backyard investigating Tate

and didn't bother to mention it to the APD?

What we were doing was on a need-to-know, Chief.

And you didn't feel like we needed to know.

In matters of sex trafficking,

we feel that the less that are involved, the better.

We work closely with the CRU and the VCACS.

The Civil Rights Unit?

The VCACS?

Violent Crimes Against Children Section?

- Top secret shit. - Okay, no offense,

but in the past, when we have worked with local PD,

we find that cartels and Russian mobs

magically get informed and pull up stakes.

How does Tate fit into all this?

Well, we all know that Tate has a thing for girls.

A lot of those girls ended up at the mansion, the ones he busted.

The very same ones on your shortlist.

Well, we've been working on stopping them as well.

We could have coordinated on all this.

So, you suspect Tate was working with the cartels?

No, he's not that ambitious,

but we were hoping that some of the girls that he'd been canoodling with

would lead us to them.

And he started killing them instead.

Tate's a lot of things,

but we don't think he's a killer.

Your case is more layered, guys.

Layers.

Like an onion, my friend.

Now we are happy

to put all of the resources of the FBI and Agent Petrovick

into finding and arresting your killer.

Well, you heard what the Feds had to say.

Since when do you agree with the Feds, Chief?

They're wrong. Tate is our guy.

And I'm going to prove it.

Hey!

Why didn't you tell me you were going after Tate?

Why are you sidelining me?

Is there anything else you need to tell me that you're hiding from me?

We're supposed to be partners and I don't know

how we're going to work together if you keep me out of the loop.

You wouldn't understand, Laura.

Is that how you see me?

Is that the story you're telling yourself?

Because you know what? I care more about this case and these victims

than you could possibly know.

Oh, is that so? Why?

Because you're a woman?

Fuck you!

You know what? I am trying to do my job

and I don't know how else to do that

if you're hiding shit from me all the time.

I don't have time for this.

Come on, hey. Hi.

Don't mean to bother you.

Come on in, uh, it's not-it's not safe out here.

- Where you going? - Just the bus station uptown.

Oh! Oh, yeah. Come on in.

All right. Thank you.

Yeah, no worries. Of course.

Look, I have evidence that puts Tate in my scope.

And I understand that you guys are under a lot of pressure from IA already,

and I wanted to come talk to you first.

Man, this is all I fucking need.

And I was hoping to have a little chat with him now.

Without a lawyer or union rep?

This is a brother in blue, detective.

Yeah, I know.

He's also a possible murder suspect.

Tate, come in my office real quick.

Have a seat, Detective.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Detective Ortega wants a word.

About?

Your involvement with a girl.

A girl?

I'm not sure I quite follow.

Well...

You used to work Vice before Narcotics, right?

Why'd you transfer?

All right, look...

It's no secret.

I paid the price for what I did, okay?

But once I got reinstated,

I made a valid point of transferring myself over to Narcotics

to keep myself out of trouble.

Keep yourself out of trouble?

And so far you're the cleanest cop in the clique, right?

Okay, great, so if this isn't my six-month review...

what the hell am I doing here?

I just want to let you know that we're investigating you

and your relationship with some of the girls on the Mesa.

This is bullshit.

I did my time, I kept my nose clean.

I paid my dues.

This conversation's over.

I want to speak to my lawyer and union rep.

I'll be in touch to set up that formal investigation review.

That went well.

This could get ugly.

You can count on that, Sergeant.

So, it's completely up to you.

But if I do this, the charges go away for good?

I can't make any guarantees, but, um,

I could certainly talk to the officer who arrested you.

That's for sure.

Okay.

Hey.

Sure you want to do this?

'Cause I don't want you doing anything you don't want to.

Good.

- Oh, God... - When they told me you were coming here...

I didn't have a problem with you, Tate.

Everyone on the team has a little dirt under their nails.

But murder? You fucking psycho!

- Sarge... - Shut up!

We already got a fucking ton of heat on us already, asshole.

Now we got the weight of the DA's office,

IA, and fucking Ortega breathing down our necks!

I built a ton of relationships out there

with some important and dangerous people.

We don't need this shit!

- Sarge, please, I didn't do... - You better pray

to whatever God you believe in

that the DNA results on that Jane Doe

come back without your sperm all over it!

You got a problem controlling yourself

and I will bury you dick first...

before I let you burn my team.

Now clean yourself up and pay your tab, bitch.

Sarge!

Sarge!

Nina. Hey, sis.

Hey.

How you doing?

I'm good.

Come on.

You know, before I left,

Selena and I, you know, we lost touch.

Do you know who she was hanging out with from the old neighborhood

that I could talk to?

She was in and out of the house most of the time.

We argued so much back then.

Eliza.

She hung out a lot with Eliza.

- Fuentes? - Yes. That's her.

She had this boyfriend, this...

real shit, I...

It's okay. It's okay.

I-I think his name was...

Felix, or something like that.

Felix.

I think I know who you're talking about.

How didn't I...

how did I not see this coming?

I mean, I did everything I could for her, Paul.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Don't do that. Don't.

This is not your fault and you know that, okay?

- Yeah... - Okay?

Hey, listen to me.

She just fell in with the wrong people.

I know you're going to find her, yeah?

Yeah. I am.

Based on Agent Petrovick's profile,

we've narrowed our list of suspects

down to this dozen or so men.

I want each of you to begin eliminating them

until we find our man.

Agent Petrovick, anything else we need to know?

Uh, just, uh,

don't be looking for the boogeyman.

Instead, focus on the regular guy

just hiding in plain sight.

All right, keep me informed of everything going on.

Yes, ma'am.

- Petrovick? - Yeah.

We're gonna need you to stay until we find this guy.

I'm not going anywhere 'til we make this son of a bitch a piñata.

I want first crack. Hit a couple of home runs, you know.

Good. Counting on it.

All right.

Who the fuck are you and what do you want?

Hey, tranquilo, bro. I just want to talk to you for a second.

- I know you? - You should.

I grew up here, it's my old neighborhood.

And now you're a cop.

Damn, chico.

You hated it here that bad, huh?

No.

Don't bother telling me you don't know her,

'cause I know she bunked up here with you a while back.

Yeah, this bitch?

She shacked up with me for a hot minute.

Then she got outta pocket.

Give me the fucking picture.

What do you mean, "out of pocket"?

We used to party here

and then she got a little sticky with the fingers,

if you know what I mean.

When's the last time you talked to her?

The day I kicked her stealing ass out of here.

- What day was that? - I don't know.

Do I look like a fucking calendar?

Can you think of where she might have wound up after she left here?

Not too many places bitches like that wind up.

Selena. Okay? Her name is Selena.

Listen,

if I was guessing, the traffickers.

Those vatos prey around places

looking for pretty faces.

And you know the rest.

They split them up between here,

Texas and TJ, pimpin' 'em out.

So you, uh, kicked her out,

knowing that she'd either wind up OD'd

or sold to traffickers?

Man, you's a dumb fuck. Get the fuck back...

Fuck you! She's my goddamn niece, asshole!

Show some fucking respect!

Okay, man, you got it. You got it, bro.

Chill out, cop.

Ah, fuck.

Got it, cop, got it.

Fuck! Fuck.

You staying?

Yeah, for just a little bit longer.

All right, have a good night.

- Oh, you too. I'll see you tomorrow. - Yup.

Graham.

- Detective Young. - How's it going?

It's going. What can I do for you?

Oh, you know, I've just been hearing a lot about Tate lately.

Just wondering what you think about the whole thing.

I'm kind of skeptical of your timing.

I hear that,

um, but between you and me,

I kind of feel like my partner's hiding something.

And that doesn't sit very well with me,

considering we're investigating the biggest case

this department's ever seen.

Uh-huh.

Sounds like we need to do our own investigation.

Hey, what should we get Dad? We didn't order him anything.

- Enjoying it? - There they go.

I'll be right back, girls. Stay here.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's going on, baby? Mm. Missed you.

- All right. - You guys order yet? I'm hungry as hell.

- Dad's here, guys. - Hi, ladies. How y'all doing?

Hold on.

Hey. Yeah.

There's a lot of heat on the department right now

with this damn serial killer investigation.

Look, you know I don't play by department rules.

I made a deal with your organization

so you can expect my top priority to protect your interests.

Just keep taking care of me and my boys

and we'll keep it tight.

Hey, baby, want to party?

No fucking way.

Okay. Let's party.

Your CI mad that I rattled his cage?

Something like that.

Jesus! Do you ever go home?

I was going to ask you the same thing.

You're really in this with both feet, huh?

Let me guess, you got the same setup at home.

Converted a room into your own Batcave

with files and shit everywhere?

- What brings you by? - Professional courtesy.

I know that Tate could be in some serious shit, but...

My turn to guess now.

You and your boys don't want to let the ghosts of Tate's past

rub off on you, right?

So, we understand one another.

Listen, so far, none of this blows back on you or your squad,

but you know I have to be thorough.

Naturally.

And I have to ask the tough questions.

And even though Tate's new to your crew,

don't sit there and act like your shit

didn't bear down some scrutiny.

We're not the same, Detective.

You ain't squeaky clean either.

I gotta kick over all the rocks, Sgt. Graham.

Yours too.

And if nothing's there,

you got nothing to worry about.

- I'm not worried. - Why you here?

I'm here on behalf of the men who serve under me and their families.

And I'm here on behalf

of the yet-to-be-identified bodies of the women that are buried in that field.

If Tate is your guy,

he did that shit solo, not on my watch.

I don't doubt that, Sgt. Graham.

But you're gonna have to kick over them rocks, right?

Every last one.

Don't work too late.

So, this is everything on Ortega?

Okay, buddy, what do you got for me?

I'm ready for your download.

I have been the owner of this mart for 11 years now.

And I have seen

most of the victims

from Boneyard case.

Is that right? You're an observant guy.

Caesar started coming into the store around that time.

It just happened again last week.

Still the same now.

- Caesar Monto. - He came in.

He got his regular drink.

Then walks in a young girl.

Maybe the girl was 14, 15 years old,

high school student,

a regular.

He scared her.

He scared me too.

You know, you could walk past

at least 36 serial killers in your lifetime.

Which means they're pretty much everywhere.

Albuquerque's no exception.

Most of us go about our day and we don't even think twice

about what lurks out there in the streets.

You can't let your guard down, not even for a second.

- Yes? - Nina?

- Yeah. - I'm Detective Laura Young.

I'm your brother's partner.

Do you mind if I come in for a minute?

- Can I offer you some coffee? - Oh, yeah, that'd be great.

Thank you.

So, how long have you lived here? It's so lovely.

Ah, thanks, for a little bit.

Any cream or sugar?

No, black is good.

You been working with Paul for a long time?

Yeah, um, a few years.

Surprised he hasn't mentioned me.

Oh, no, he has, um,

I mean, he loves so much what he does.

Thank you.

Have you gotten the DNA back yet?

The DNA?

Cover the rear entrance. Stand by to breach.

Ready. Break!

Police! Everybody on the ground!

Mr. Pablo Ruiz.

You know I'm going to have to take you down for this, right?

But, if you do me a favor,

I can knock off a considerable amount of time.

Ortega, why didn't you tell me

about this confidential informant?

I thought you was going to keep me in the loop on everything.

I have. What's going on?

I got Ruiz back at the Ranch singing like Luther Vandross.

Looks like you got your arrest.

He's pointing the finger at Tate.

Ruiz? He's not my CI.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me guess, Graham brought him in?

Part of a coordinated drug raid.

Ruiz volunteered the info.

You mind telling me what the fuck is going on, Detective?

Graham's hanging Tate out to dry to save his own ass.

Fuck!

Care to get the class up to speed?

Routine bust, Chief. We got lucky on this one.

We had ole Pablo there

with a few keys, weapons, and a pile of money.

As we were getting ready to bring him in,

he volunteers some information that was pertinent

to the Boneyard investigation.

Ain't that convenient!

Like when the charges on him went up, the blessings came down.

God works in mysterious ways, huh, Chief?

What? This is bullshit, and you know it.

- Bullshit? - Watch yourself.

We're all on the same team, Detective.

You expect me to believe that you just lucked up

on a treasure trove of information on my case

while doing one of your "routine busts"?

Get the fuck...

Chief, you can't be believing in this bullshit!

Seems convenient as hell, Sergeant.

Ortega here is just mad he didn't get the Scooby Doo reveal he wanted.

Bring Tate in.

Officer Tate, stay right there.

Keep your hands where we can see them.

What the fuck, Ortega? Wha... what's the problem?

Got a warrant for your arrest, scumbag...

- What the hell are you talking about? - for the Boneyard murders.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Cuff this piece of shit.

Get against the car.

Get the fuck off me!

Piece of shit.

What the fuck, Ortega?!

What the hell happened to the formal interview?

We have a witness.

It's a crock of shit.

This bitch is a pathological liar.

Look, "tire tracks at the scene

place a car where a body was buried nearby."

And? So what?

None of this shit in here has anything to do with me.

I'm gonna need my lawyer and union rep.

Now what the hell is that supposed to be?

Take a hard look.

We found that necklace on one of the dead bodies.

Coming back to you now?

You get me my goddamn lawyer and union rep.

Now!

I am so sick of this shit.

Get out of my face.

Fuck!

You know he asked for his lawyer and union rep twice, right?

It ain't my fault he kept talking after that, Chief.

You're taking a risk here, Detective.

Listen. The names on the missing person's list

versus the bodies they're digging up can't be a coincidence.

Outside of the names, you don't have witnesses

or physical evidence that ties Tate to the murders.

You did a good job rattling his cage,

building a circumstantial case,

but we're going to need more. Once he lawyers up...

Rattled people get sloppy, Chief.

Yeah, so do overzealous detectives.

Hey, it's Candy... leave me something sweet.

Hey, Naomi, it's Detective Ortega.

Uh, when you have a moment, I'd really love for you

to come down to the station for a formal statement.

Looking forward to hearing back from you. Thank you.

Bill. Get some results back?

Sorry, Ortega.

It's a match with Selena. I'm so sorry.

Okay, thank you.

Talk to me.

- Bad news. - What is it?

DNA came back negative. Tate's not the father.

What?!

Gotta let him go.

No, no, no. I know he did it.

Going to need more than that, Detective.

You're not paid to speculate.

Fuck!

Based on the profile I built,

I came up with one...

Caesar Monto.

He's our guy?

Yeah, I think so.

He lives about a mile from the Mesa site.

He's worked for the same cable installer for the last 20 years.

He's been arrested for soliciting prostitutes,

but he goes to church every Sunday.

He's a good boy.

He doesn't look like a crazed killer.

Well, crazy doesn't have to mean pissing in the refrigerator

and screaming at parking meters.

Some of the biggest CEOs in the world are sociopaths and psychos.

Both of which are not considered mental illnesses

by the American Psychiatric Association, by the way.

Where's he at now?

We got two agents sitting in front of his house

watching, waiting for him to do something

and we're also talking to some women

to see if they've had any interaction with him.

You don't think he's our guy, do you?

I never said that.

Tell you what.

I'll bet you a year's pay he's not your guy.

- That's all. - All right.

We'll let you know if we find anything out

or if anything happens.

So, it turns out one of the victims is actually Ortega's niece.

- His niece? - Yeah.

I just found out, Chief.

Start from the beginning.

He looked like a nice guy.

I could always tell these types of things, you know?

I'm not about to walk up in a car

that looks like a cop, no offense.

Hey, sugar.

You looking to have a good time tonight?

He was sitting there looking pitiful.

And normally we don't give a shit about the tricks, but...

I actually felt bad for him.

Where did he take you?

Tsk.

Man, you know the place.

He was like a... like a little deer.

Now I can see your eyes.

Scared of my every move.

Then what happened?

Please stop.

Look, man, I ain't into no weirdo shit.

Look, you crazy motherfucker,

- I don't know what it is... - I just lost my Mom.

What?

I'm sorry, I...

I'm sorry, I, uh...

I just lost my mother.

Sweetie, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let Nella make you feel good, honey.

You want me to go down on you?

We can do that. We can do that.

You know, after a while,

you get used to freaky dudes, right?

Some like... piss,

fingers in their asses and even a little choking.

When I looked into his eyes,

his fucking eyes were dead, man.

And then he-he says,

he starts reciting something, he said...

Sin does not stop God's grace from flowing,

but God's grace will help me to stop all sin.

And then, outta nowhere,

my creepy knight in shining armor shows up.

Sin doesn't stop God's grace from flowing.

Punk ass piece of shit.

Get him out of here.

You okay, Miss?

Mm.

You mind explaining this to me?

When was you going to tell me about this?

You know what kind of damage you would have done to this case

if people knew about this?

- Chief. - I don't want to hear it.

You're being assigned to a new case effective immediately.

No, no, no, no, no. Tate is guilty,

and Graham is fucking hiding something, I just know it.

What kind of evidence do you have?

That's what I thought. You're dismissed.

Oh, fuck.

If it makes you feel any better,

we think we found a witness to help tie

the FBI's guy to those girls.

They're interviewing her right now.

Fuck!

Hey.

Hey, go finish your homework, honey, I got this.

Detective Balogh, I know this can't be good.

Your time's up, Graham,

I gotta put a halt to your operations.

You couldn't control Tate.

I'm not going to fall on my sword for you.

We're done covering your ass

and you're on your own from here on out.

So, there's no way to have your guys in IA back off of me?

No, man, it's not happening.

I'm sorry, Graham.

Fuck!

- How you doing, gorgeous? - Hey. How are you?

It's a nice night.

Okay.

Couldn't stop yourself, could ya?

You wanna go for a ride?

Is that... Ortega?

Shit!

Fuck!

Fuck!

What the hell do you want?!

Son of a bitch.

Fuck off!

Fuck!

Outta the fucking car!

You're done, Tate!

I hope you enjoyed that, cerveza fuckhead.

So, we're good?

You'll talk to your officer buddy?

Yeah, in the meantime, try to stay out of trouble.

Hey, hon, you looking for a good time?

FBI!

Step out of the car with your hands up!

You got the wrong idea, man. I didn't even do anything.

- Look my hands, I have nothing in my hands! - Las manos!

Las manos! Show me your hands.

Please, I'm a religious guy! Just going home.

- Just going home. - Show me your hands!

Stay down!

- Don't move! - You fucking bitches!

¿Qué te dijo?

Don't move!

You can't even do it, you fucking piece of...

Keep your hands visible!

Ah, man, the fuck is wrong with you man?

Fucking monsters! I hate you all!

What the fuck? I didn't kill anybody.

I was just talking. Trying to pick up a hooker.

Not to mention you have a six pack in the front seat.

Graham, he put you up to this? He put you up to this.

He threatened to kill me. Fuck! Fuck!

I asked him this right after the car accident.

And he admitted to everything that Graham did

to coerce and intimidate witnesses.

He was abusing the power of the badge.

- Ah, it's a surprise. - You don't know that!

I'll tell you where to go.

Everything good?

Gig's up, Graham.

We've got a warrant for your arrest...

official misconduct, criminal coercion.

Mom...

Nice work, Agent.

Monto isn't our guy.

His DNA didn't match the Boneyard victims.

So what about the dead girl in his vehicle?

He said it was a sex act gone wrong.

Look, we all know the guy's a killer,

he's just not the Bone Collector.

Do we know for certain?

So, I, uh,

I guess your profile was wrong.

The profile wasn't wrong, the guy killed a girl.

So, this leaves us back at square one.

Well, that's not fair. I just call it a setback.

We just pick up where we left off.

Left off? What the fuck do you mean, left off?

You know, where we were when we finished.

What the fuck are you still doing here, man?

Shouldn't you be retired by now?

Oh! You're saying I'm too old?

Yeah, I might have, uh, bad joints and hemorrhoids,

but I still got it up here for dancing, buddy.

- Let's get back to work. - Yup.

What, are you taking your ball and going home?

Like I might look like I'm fucking around, but I'm serious.

- Are you? - As a heart attack.

Do you want to catch this fucking guy as much as I do?

Oh, you know I do.

Why?

Sam!

Sam, Sam!

Sam, come on, baby, get up.

Come on, honey, get up. Come on, baby!

No father should have to watch his daughter

get killed by a fucking maniac.

That's all I'm going to say.

The DNA results

came back on one of the remains.

It was a match for Ortega's niece.

I gotta hand it to him.

The toughest job is telling your loved ones

the truth of what they already know.

Someone a lot smarter than me once said

that no one can get through life without pain.

All we can do is choose how to use the pain

that life presents to us.

My pain is deep, but it gives me purpose...

Purpose to give a voice to those taken from us far too soon.

"From their callous hearts comes iniquity,

their evil imaginations have no limits."

There is a truth out there.

And there are those of us

who won't stop at nothing to find it.

We'll never stop

and we'll never forget.

Oh, God!

Can't believe you reached out to my sister behind my back.

Come on, it's nice to have a little family dinner.

Oh, geez, not your buddy's.

How else am I going to get all the gossip about you?

Hold on.

Bill?

- You CSI guys don't take a day off now, do ya? - Hi!

You need to get back down here.

Back down where?

The Boneyard.

Fuck. They're everywhere.

I-I told you, I'm not on that case anymore.

Chief said he wants you here.

He wants you back on the case.

What's going on?

We found more of them.

Well, we told you there might be a possibility

you'd find more skeletal remains, so...

You're not listening. These are not skeletons.

We decided to search further out

on the other side of the Boneyard in case we missed anything.

We were about to pack it up,

and we caught something on the GPR.

What'd you find?

We found... a new boneyard.