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You run this up the flagpole?

I'm about to.

CBP arrived.
They want a statement.

I'm sure.

What is our position on this?

Everyone uses
their FBI credentials.

We had intel on a smuggling ring

that overlapped
with a DEA investigation,

and we're unable
to speak on that

for risk of jeopardizing
undercover agents

still in the field. Just get...

get Gutierrez on the same page.

So, no statement.

No statement.

Boss, it ain't your fault.

Question to ask is...

would she still be alive
if we hadn't tried to save her?

There was a time

I thought of my father
as this...

...immovable force.

I would see other kids' fathers

and think they were
so much less than mine.

Even the bigger men
seemed smaller.

What do you see now?

I don't know what I see anymore.

What do you see
when you look at yours?

Um...

I never knew mine.

I had a stepfather

who was somewhere between a...

...a big brother and the coolest
uncle you could have kind.

Like a friend.

But he died when I was 16.

How?

I found him and a friend

shot in the back of the head
in a railroad switchyard.

It wasn't the kind
of crime police

were trying real hard to solve,
if you know what I mean.

I'm sorry.

Life is choices.

Making bad ones
was my family's specialty.

Now, they're all gone.

We don't need
to talk about my family.

We need to talk about yours.

I shouldn't care.

I don't know who he is.

So why am I
so fucking scared to do this?

What's your favorite
memory with him?

I was in Mexico.

I was nine.

We were at my uncle's hacienda.

We were taking pictures,

and my mom wanted us
all on horses.

Me, my sister, my father,

my uncle, his wife,
his two sons.

And he had a daughter.

Maybe a year old.

She could barely walk.

She just stumbled around
like an old drunk,

knocking into everything
and falling down.

And my aunt
placed her on a horse.

And the horse takes off

with the baby
on its back. And...

...we all watched in slow motion

as this baby was
falling six feet to the ground.

My father raced his horse up,

jumped from it,

catches the baby
maybe six inches off the ground,

pulled her
to his chest and rolled.

The baby didn't get a scratch.

But it scared
the shit out of her,

so she cried.

So he handed her to my aunt,

looked at my mother and said,

"Maybe it's better
someone just hold the baby,"

as if he jumped off of horses
to save infants all the time.

I thought he was immortal.

There's, uh...

there's a psychology course
in building sources.

It says your father
will always be the man he was

in your fondest memory of him.

Unless he was abusive,

then it's the worst.

And you will always be
the age you were

when that memory was formed.

So...

...you got to remind yourself,
you ain't nine.

You're a woman.

And he is half the man
you made him out to be, if that.

I might need
to take this course.

Imagine all the grief it would
save me dating.

I haven't figured out
how to apply it to that yet.

Yeah. Let me know when you do.

Yeah.

It needs to happen this morning.

We're a day behind.

Your father's too smart.
He's gonna figure out

what this isn't real quick,

if he hasn't already.

Then he's gonna start wondering
what this really is.

If you don't put
arnica on it, Pete, it'll scar.

I don't care.

Well, you will care

in about three years,
and you'll really care in ten.

I said I don't want it!

It should've healed a week ago.

But here's a thought,
don't pick fights,

and there won't be anything
to have to heal.

- Mom, I didn't pick it.
- He didn't pick it, honey.

Catcher charged him.
Right, buddy?

I don't know what that means.

It means he didn't pick it.

You want some milk, babe?

- Is that real milk?
- It's almond milk, honey.

The world is now so warped,

we refer to the compressed juice

of mass-produced almonds
and corn syrup as "milk."

The extract from
a fruit or seed is a juice,

not milk. I would
like some milk from a cow,

from the mammaries of a cow,

where all
actual milk is produced.

You are so based.

Cow's milk is in the fridge,

and if you're old enough
to lecture me about it,

you are certainly old enough
to walk to the refrigerator

- and get it.
- I guess we've reached

the part of my childhood where
you act like a total witch

to ensure I leave the nest
upon graduation.

Yes, in fact,

the minute you walk the stage,

your bags will be packed
on the other side, waiting.

Dad!

Hey, you swing
a stick at the nest,

- expect a hornet to come out.
- Call me a bitch again.

I said "witch." Dad!

I need a minute.

Fuck.

I don't know when I became

a second-class citizen
in my own home.

I said I need a minute!

When your father's office calls,
you leave him alone.

Yeah.

Get her on a fucking plane.

They strapped C-4 to drones

and dive-bombed 'em
like aircraft carriers.

We got to get our story
straight, all right?

Ah, shit. Too late.

Don't say a fucking word.

Way to fucking go, guys.

I've seen some messes

- in my day, but this...
- It wasn't our idea

to lay IEDs
on the migrant trail, Alan.

If you had asked us,
we would've told you,

the whole
fucking place is mined.

That's why
we don't fuck around here.

You see,
this is the United States.

There's no place where
we don't fuck around, Alan.

Had you assholes
been doing your job,

we wouldn't have to be here
in the first place.

Yeah, like sitting on our hands
was our fucking idea.

You'd better
be ready to mesmerize

the fucking world with the story
that explains this.

There is no story,

and there'll be no statement.

We have agents
working undercover,

and statements
endanger their lives

- and hinder the investigation.
- Right.

Yeah.

Let's see how far
you can kick that fucking ball.

That genie's
gonna be pretty tough

to squeeze back in the bottle.

We're gonna need to fire
all the flares we got.

You know what I mean?

I'll start calling in
my list of favors.

Do you think
he can survive without you

for a couple of minutes?

Just superficial. It's bad,

- but it's superficial.
- Then walk away.

You knew.

This is how they play.

It's how they always played.

Their technology got better.

You know, it used to be
trip wires and pipe bombs.

Now it's suicide vests
on the fucking cargo.

Yeah, that one's new for me.

Medivac's a day late
and a dollar fucking short.

That's not medivac.

That's for me.

Buenos días.

Buenos días, papá.

You know, Dad, you could read
those articles on a computer.

Think of all the trees
you'd save.

Nobody has ever killed a tree
to make a newspaper.

This paper is made from
all the scraps of a tree

after it's been sliced
into boards and planks.

Newspapers are the hot dogs of
the lumber business, chiquita.

Don't say a word.

It's my last vice,
and I'm keeping it.

I don't mind the smoke.

I think it smells good.

Who is this girl, hmm?

What is this upstairs?

She's, um...

Girlfriend?

This new love
whose hand you don't hold.

Eyes you don't look at,

with eyes that don't
look at you.

This trouble...

Let's talk about that.

'Cause I think
you're still in it.

They know.

"They know."

Who's "they"?

They know.

Who is "they"?

They know, Daddy,
why you don't own a computer.

- Who is "they"?
- How do you afford this house?

How do you afford this staff?

This is my house!

Nobody asks me questions.
I ask the questions!

Who is "they"?

Who is "they"?!

Who the fuck is "they"?

Who?

CIA Special Activities.

This is going sideways
yesterday.

Get Marshals ready to move.

They came to see me in Iraq.

What do they want?

Your help.

With what?

Alvaro.

Alvaro.

I know what he is, Dad.

We're gearing up.

Hey. Hey, hey.
If we go in there,

we're gonna turn
this whole fucking thing

- upside down.
- Yeah.

We still have Cruz upstairs.

We need this to play out
before we unplug an operation.

It's already upside down.

Fucking get Joe on the horn.

- We've been trying.
- Fuck.

Gear up. Get ready.

I'll keep eyes on the house.

Let me tell you about the CIA.

In July of 2000, heroin was
almost completely eradicated

from the United States.

It was impossible to find.

Then 9/11.

Then your CIA funded
every militia in Afghanistan

and every poppy field
they could plant,

and they brought back a drug

that had been dormant
for a decade.

That's your CIA.

They don't care about drugs.

And they don't care about
some South Texas congresswoman

living in
a $6 million dollar house

a half hour from the border.

So they wreck your career.

And I bet they really
wrecked it, too,

gave you no options.

And now you're here,

and you don't tell me
what you want.

It's not what I want.

Dad, fucking go ahead, please.

This should answer the "how
full of shit is my daughter?"

question floating around
in your fucking skull.

I got the house. Backyard.

Sit the fuck over there.

Your brother is Alvaro Carrillo,
leader of Los Tigres.

You're the piece of shit
who launders his money.

Seems to be
a pretty good business.

Option number one:
We arrest you right fucking now,

start seizing your assets,
place you in county.

You won't last the night,
and you know it.

Option number two:

A foreign operative
either funded

or planned or both
the killing and kidnapping.

We want him.

You're right.

We couldn't give a fuck how many
kilos you truck over the border.

Different agency.

Your brother can stay compliant,

keep doing exactly
what he's doing.

We don't give a fuck.

He'll never trust you again.

So we will place you
in witness protection,

help you sell this house,
funnel all your money

into new accounts
under a new name,

and you can keep living
the life of a king

in some fucking castle
very far from here.

Expect mountains
and a shit ton of snow.

You have about 30 seconds

to make a decision
before it's made for you.

Got two down in front.
What am I doing here?

No snow. My wife hates the cold.

You had two security guards
in the house across the street.

When is their shift relieved?

Shifts are 7:00 to 7:00.

How many kids you got?

Four.

What's the birth date
of the youngest?

July 16, 2004.

Find the maid. Get her phone.

Hold her in the living room.
Wife.

- Gym.
- How long?

- Sh-She's home by 10:00.
- Up.

Take his ass to the living room.

Hey. I did not ask you.

I asked him.

Thought you needed an answer.

I did need an answer,
but I did not need it from you.

I needed it from him.

Are you after
my sister now, too?

The most common
four-digit passcode

is the birth date
of the oldest child.

The second most common is
the birth date of the youngest,

and I already know
your birthday.

Aah!

Shh, shh. Quiet.

You're okay.

You're all right. Shh. Relax.

The fuck?

The fuck is this?

Get up.

Shh!

The fuck is this?

No-no-no hablo--

- Don't play games with me.
- No hablo inglés.

I've been watching you,

habla inglés all fucking week.

¿Quién está escuchando?

¿Eres policía?

Sí.

Yeah, sí, sí, soy policía.

Ustedes.

¿Yo?

¿Yo? No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

Sí. Ustedes.
Ustedes están escuchando.

-¿Quién te dio esto?
- Ustedes.

¿Que departamento?

- i¡Nombre del hombre!
- Guti--

Gutierrez. Gutierrez.

Well, fuck me.

Arriba. Arriba. Move.

Fucking sit. Shh!

We got to calm this shit
the fuck down.

It's a fucking disaster
right now.

Second security shift starts
in nine hours.

We got the cleaning staff
arriving in 20 minutes.

We've got bigger problems, Tex.
The maid was wired.

Has a DEA contact.

Guess who.

You're fucking kidding me.

Shit.

Your call has been forwarded--

Goddamn it, Joe.

This is my personal.

Yeah, well, work phone
ain't working, boss.

What?

What the fuck?

Be warned,

this is not a secure line.

We got problems
on this Dallas deal.

One to ten?

Oh, we're at a ten, boss.

Cover is exposed.

Kitten compromised.
We had to engage.

The site is secure
but we can't hold it.

We've got a nine-hour clock
to make a revision

and then execute
off that revision.

Revise or reinvent?

Reinvent.
We need a whole new deal.

Got ideas?

No, that's above
my pay grade, ma'am.

What I want to do is move to

a secure location, but here's
the fucking kicker, ma'am.

A staff member is an asset
for another group.

A group you were just with.

And her contact
is your new friend.

First letter G?

First letter G. Yes, ma'am.

Get to a safe place.

Then get on a secure line
and download Kyle

on everything.

Yeah. Yeah, roger that.

And, um...

I'm sorry, ma'am.
It went to hell real fast.

What the fuck?

Fuck.

You better be in the air.

Ma'am, I took one in the field.

I need, um...

I need a surgical response team
to meet me

at the FBO.

Location of the hit?

Right side.

Uh, I think it clipped the liver
'cause the blood is really dark.

And there's no exit.

- Pulse?
- Hold on.

Fuck me.

Fifty-two.

I'm diverting your flight
to Liberty. SRT will

meet you at Womack.
Is there a med bag

- in your kit?
- Getting it now.

Run a drip.

Ma'am, you okay?

- We got a med alert.
- Gunshot.

Right side, no exit.

I need to call Neal.

No, I need more information.

Is the copilot there?

He's with me.

Let him take
your blood pressure.

Ninety-eight over 51.

She's a pretty fit girl.

That's a little lower
than I would like.

Joe, I'm hunting
a hospital closer.

I worry it clipped the lung.

Do you know how to do
a needle decompression?

- I mean, I-I've--
- You're about to.

Needle decompression kit,
it's in the bag.

Just look for it.

Okay, I got it.

Okay.

Needle goes in...

- ...second intercostal space.
- Okay, which one's that?

It's right here.
The cartilage is thick.

You're gonna have
to press really hard.

And straight down.

Don't fucking break
that thing off in me.

Okay.

Ready?

You're doing great.

This is the farthest thing

- from great, buddy.
- My name's Mike.

I'm gonna get you to the ground
as fast as possible, okay?

You need me, holler.

Let me get us pointed down.

- I'll be right back.
- Thank you, Mike.

Joe, I am rerouting you

to Keesler in Biloxi,
20 minutes.

When you are stable,
we will move you to Walter Reed.

I want to call my husband.

I need to stay on the line, Joe.

Use your personal.

There you go.

There you go.
Go, Charlie!

Hey.

I know you worry about
missing all

the little moments,
but watching our nine year old

play soccer is not
one to worry about.

Match for the ages: zero-zero,

- four painful minutes left.
- Neal?

Joe, what is it?

You need to know,

the sun rises

and sets with you.

- Dad, what--
- Joe, are you okay?

The girls are gonna
take this really hard.

They'll need you.

Joe, what happened? Joe.

We're starting to make
our descent, ma'am.

Get you to put a seat belt on?

Here, don't move, don't move.
I got you. Shit.

Joe.

Joe, are you with me?

We got to get this bird
on the deck.

Joe.

Joe!

Tower, this is
November-five-one-five-niner.

You ETA on SRT?

Seven minutes, Nancy.

Have an EMS standing by.
We're cutting this

- pretty close.
- Roger, Nancy.

You're cleared for all runways.
Choose your approach.

Joe!

Gutierrez looking like a mole.

Why doesn't that
fucking surprise me?

What do you want to do?

I want to get him in the vehicle
with us and back to base,

then I want to beat the truth
out of this motherfucker.

Stow our shit.
Let's get ready to move.

Well... you hit
the big time now.

Suits are flying in
from Langley.

They want to have
a big talk with you.

I want to have
a big talk with them.

Well, then, today's
your lucky day. Let's go.

No, no, no, no.

I haven't been cleared
to vacate the scene yet.

I need clearance from my senior.

He just cleared you.

Your boss ain't my boss.

President of the United States
ain't your boss?

Come on. Let's fucking go.

I'll stow that in the back.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
what are you doing?

You know, in law enforcement,

when someone
gets caught flipping,

maybe they go to prison,

maybe they cut a deal
and flip again,

but when you get caught
flipping in our game...

...we are gonna wring
every lie out of you

and then we're gonna kill you.

And then we're gonna
grind you up

and fertilize the garden
at Guantanamo

with your fucking ass.

The fuck are you talking about?

It's a three-hour drive to base.

That's how long
you have to accept.

And you can't lie to me,
'cause lying

is my fucking business,
and I am the best at what I do.

I got no vitals.

Eyes are dilated.

Oh, don't hit her
with those paddles.

- That won't stop the blood loss.
- There is no blood loss.

It's a GSW with
no exit, the blood is internal.

All right, let's run
a crystalloid drip, one liter.

Can we get some oxygen?

Let's get her up.

How is she?

She had to be revived en route.
She's in surgery now.

What does the family know?

I have the husband en route.

You think that's a good idea?

He's a surgeon. I mean,
he's aware of the obstacles,

and he could be helpful.

- Who knows?
- That is not what I meant.

Joe doesn't share with him.
He knows enough not to ask.

So, what am I walking into here?

A buzz saw. It's the lead story
on a slow Monday.

It's the worst
possible combination.

Is the cover holding?

So far.

I have something
for your back pocket.

The agent DEA sent over--

he was working a member
of the Carrillo household.

The maid. He had her wired.

Took us on two suicide missions

and never divulged
his informant in the house.

So, if he had the maid,

he knew security was staged
across the street.

And he knew it was
wired into security,

and he never shared any of it.

You know this how?

Things are falling
apart everywhere.

We turn this on them.

They were the ones
that told us to work with them.

They were the ones that
authorized the follow detail

on Joe in the first place.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna do
a lot more than turn it on 'em.

I'm gonna beat 'em
over the fucking head with it.

Let me start by saying
that I am very fucking pissed

about--

A joint statement from the FBI,

DOJ and the DEA

highlights the extremely
sensitive nature

of the operation
and deep concerns

that discussing it
would jeopardize

the lives of undercover agents

still in the field,
but what we do know

is this is the largest
loss of life

for a federal agency
since the ill-fated raid

on the Branch Davidian
compound some 30

- years ago.
- To this point,

you have violated
virtually every assurance

you gave us when we authorized
this operation.

Wait, the operation we are on
now is so far from the operation

- that you initially requested--
- Whose fault is that?

- It's not ours.
- Did the CIA appoint

a different deputy director
since our last meeting?

Did Special Activities--
your program in particular--

mysteriously find itself
under the control

of people not standing
in this room??

We were given a mission:
return the congresswoman,

which we did.

Then you gave us the task
of infiltrating

the largest
criminal organization

inside our closest neighbor

with an asset
not of our choosing,

with agencies
that we specifically warned

- against working with.
- You were given

a blank fucking check
for resources and assets,

and all you've done
is commit our Army

to its first battle in Iraq
in a fucking decade,

and then run
a nighttime raid in Mexico

on a human smuggling operation

and don't bother
rescuing the smuggled humans

when you fucking find them.

We were sent in
with a team of eight

and intel from a stateside
law enforcement agency

that was mandated by you!

We have never mandated
any parameters

to the execution of your
missions, apart from avoidance

of collateral damage
and maintaining your cover,

both of which you have
entirely violated.

That's fucking bullshit!

Come on. Everybody sit down.

Come on, sit the fuck down.

Now, how do we
move on from this?

We're so far off
the original purpose

of this mission
that I can hardly remember

what the fuck it is.

Now, what happens
when your Lioness

is in fucking Mexico,

a place where there is
no rule of law,

what happens when your QRF
is outnumbered a hundred to one,

in a nation that will see
your actions

as a crime

and an act of war, simultaneously?

We are a clandestine
organization, sir--

I don't know if you can
make that claim anymore.

- Go fuck yourself.
- Are you unaware

of the chain of command
in this room?

You are at the bottom of it,

so show some
fucking respect, Byron.

All right, all right.

Come on.

Now, we have
a series of catastrophes

that need to be contained.

And I need to fully understand

if this operation is executable,

and exactly what
the future risks are.

If I may, we have made contact

with Carrillo in Dallas.

We have a Lioness
and the shadow--

they're embedded.

Once inside,
they were compromised

by security personnel
unknown to the operation.

- Why were they unknown?
- Two reasons.

We were given a timeline
of days to insert,

giving us no time
to mine proper intel.

And two, the DEA agent that was
assigned to our task force

has an informant working
in the Carrillo estate.

This information was withheld
from us, intentionally.

So, this renders everything

we have done to this point
as compromised,

and every future operation
as compromised as well.

Define compromised.

Carrillo physically
assaulted our Lioness,

which caused our shadow
to have to intervene,

which mandated QRF to have
to take control of the scene.

QRF one has removed Carrillo
and the informant

to a safe location
and QRF two remanded

the compromised agent
into custody

- at Bliss--
- We are not authorized

to detain a federal agent.

Under U.S. Code 2381,

our officers are authorized
to detain anyone

who gives aid
to our enemies abroad

or within the United States.

TFO is assisting in cleaning up
the scene in Dallas.

Meanwhile, we have to decide
whether we're gonna act

with the information we possess

or whether we're gonna
shut the operation down.

I should also add
that our senior case officer

was injured in the altercation
at the border.

She's being treated at Keesler.

If the operation is successful,
she will be

- transported to Reed.
- Are you talking about Joe?

I am, sir.

Wounded how?

Gunshot to the chest.

The bullet, uh,
penetrated the liver,

fragments entered the lungs.

Is there a prognosis?

- No.
- There is not.

I don't know.

A successful mission would send
a strong message to the Chinese,

but would have no value from

a public perspective standpoint,

because we must publicly deny

that a mission took place.

This feels like a punt.

Slow down,

find another way in.

With less risk

and a lot less
collateral damage.

Unfortunately, sir, I...

I don't think
we're in a stopping place.

- Why not?
- We are currently

holding number two in
the Chihuahua-Coahuila cartel.

That will not go unnoticed.

We are also holding
the agent with the DEA.

He must either be released
or handed over to DOJ.

Well, I don't see a plan
to go forward.

We shift our mission focus, sir.

We shift it from an insertion
to a hard target hit.

We transport Carrillo
back to Mexico.

We focus on the senior
leadership within that cartel.

And we hope that MSS is embedded

- with that leadership.
- How does that solve

the issue that we're still
detaining a U.S. citizen

with no authority to do so,
and a federal officer?

The QRF will ensure
that neither return

once the operation is complete.

All right.

I'm stepping out.

That's a black op.

We cannot and will not
authorize one.

I'm not saying
it shouldn't happen.

What I'm saying is...

...we can't authorize it.

Understood?

Understood, sir.

We need this

entire thing
to disappear, Byron.

Make the whole
goddamn thing go away.

We will.

Get to Bliss, then Dallas.

Find us a way
out of this tornado.

How bad do you want the target?

I don't-I don't give a shit
about the target.

I want out.

If the target's
the way out, so be it.

If not, just get me contain.

Know what that means, don't you?

Somebody's getting it.

Don't know what you're
talking about.

I don't hear a thing.

Oh, you're so fucked.

You know what they do to fuckers
like you in prison? Huh?

Your asshole is gonna be

so fucking stretched,

I'm gonna put
my fucking foot in it.

You take one pistol course
at Thunder Ranch,

you think you're a fucking
special operations unit.

You like that?

All right. All right.

Hey! How long you been
on the maid?

Fuck you. Fuck you.

Asshole.

You know what this is?

It's your file.

Every case you're working,

every request for surveillance,
every CI. Everything.

Ain't the NSA a beautiful thing?

Doesn't mention
the maid at Carrillo's house.

Shit. Doesn't even
mention Carrillo.

You don't have an open
investigation on him.

The fuck we don't.

No, I didn't say the agency,
I said you.

This is the DEA file
on Carrillo,

and it is pretty fucking thin.

I got no wiretap requests,
no bank searches,

no data mining of any kind.

You know what I got?

A known associate designation

and his fucking tax returns.

But you...

You got a wire
on his fucking maid

and no record of it.

There's a federal statute, 2381.

It details our nation's
definition of treason,

which is knowingly aiding
an enemy of the state--

which Carrillo clearly is--

and withholding information
from a federal agent or agency

that results in harm to
a federal agent or agency

is considered aiding
an enemy of the state.

This is an act of war, Raymond.

See, this falls under AUMF.

It is the authorized
use of military force

to protect the state against

both foreign and U.S. nationals.

AUMF number 107-40, statute 224.

That means, Raymond,

I can kill you for what you did
to us yesterday,

and I can kill you
for what you won't tell us.

Hey.

Where is he?

Bathroom.

- Anything left of him?
- I'm just getting started.

Take that off.

You want to sit up?
Sit up against the wall.

There you go.

You're gonna feel better now.

So...

Your wife is Amanda.

Her maiden name
is Petit and, uh,

she's a physical therapist.

Your son Rafael--

he's 14.

Danny is 11
and Kendra, your daughter,

is nine.

So, the first thing
we're gonna do

is we're gonna release
your home address

and then the name and location

of their schools, and...

Danny's tae kwon do class,
Kendra's dance class,

the home address
of your parents,

your in-laws,
because killing you

isn't gonna satiate our appetite

to do you harm
for what you've done to us.

So, your only option
to spare your family this fate

and any hint you might have
of a future on this planet

is complete surrender.

You have to surrender
everything.

Every name, every connection,
every link to the cartel

- and yourself.
- You don't understand.

No, I understand everything.

You don't understand.

If I made a file of it,
then he would know.

Then everybody
would fucking know.

You think I planned yesterday?

Half my fucking team is dead.

Best man at my fucking wedding
got killed.

I almost got killed.

How did you get her?!

She nannied my oldest son.

I always had her.

I had her from day one.

I didn't wire her

until you guys showed up.

You don't trust me?

Right back at you.

- What'd she give you?
- Nothing.

Nothing.

He does no business
at the house.

No phone calls,
no computers, nothing.

No friends come over,

no dinner guests, nothing.

Six years she's been in that
fucking house, and I got...

I got shit for it.

Far as his bank accounts,

he's got checking
and savings account.

Never more than eight grand
in the checking.

Three hundred grand
in the savings.

Now, how'd he buy that house?

He fucking didn't.

A guy named Peter Ramon built it

and then he fucking died.

And guess what?

He left it to Carrillo

in his fucking will.

How's that for laundering money?

It's so fucking clean,

motherfucker could write a book.

But proof?
One shred of evidence?

Doesn't exist.

Thirty milligrams
of methylphenidate.

Polygraph him.

All right. You and you,

you're coming with me.

We have to clean up
a mess in Dallas.

Uh, ma'am, we've...

We've lost comms with Joe.

We have no contact.

Joe is en route to Reed.

Walter Reed?

One slipped under her armor.

That's right.
I might lose a best friend, too.

What if he fails?

Dump him in the river.

Afternoon.

Ma'am.

Who are you?

Would you mind having a seat?

Now, we expected you
around 10:00.

Yeah, well...

I went to lunch with my friends,
and then shopping.

Where's my husband?

Would you
hand me your cell phone?

Por favor?

Where is my husband?

We're gonna take you
to him, okay?