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Hey, yo, Carter, open up!

You bring the good stuff?

Don't I always.

On behalf of ladder
12, breakfast burritos.

Plus, I grabbed some bear claws

and those churros the kids love.

My man.

I tell you, this place wouldn't survive

without people like you.

Make sure chief Scott knows that.

- Will do.
- Just, do me a favor.

Save some for the next shift.

I make no promises.

Wait. Hold on.

Hold on. I got something too.

Come on in.

Call 911!

All right, so I guess we
can forget about easing

into the day, people.

At approximately 7:13 this morning,

a shooter opened fire
at a shelter in astoria.

911 caller described the suspect

as white, medium height, medium build,

dressed in black. NYPD put out a bolo.

Yeah? All right.

Agents on the way, so let's tee 'em up.

What can you tell me?

Well, first responder on the scene

was a firefighter, ladder 12.

Guess he was there
making a food donation.

Witness saw him run in
after the shooting started.

He didn't make it out.

Shelter is called graceful Shepherd.

Apart from combating homelessness,

it's also a food bank, a daycare.

So a pillar of the community.
Why then attack it?

Is it religiously affiliated or
funded by a political group?

Hey, boss, there may be a there there.

Ian lim for the win.

Now, graceful Shepherd
is donation-driven,

but they do receive a city Grant.

That means they have to start taking in

undocumented migrants
bussed up from other states.

Turned a quiet shelter into a
lightning rod of controversy.

Right, well, based on
the location and victims,

we're going to operate
under the assumption

that this is a federal hate crime,

so let's dig into the usual suspects,

hate groups, extremists.

NSA, you want to scrape
online chatter for me?

If the shooter is ideologically motivated,

that means there could be more targets,

so you guys should be hunting

for surveillance footage we can use.

All right. Clock is ticking, people.

Let's roll up our sleeves.

I want this shooter in
custody an hour ago.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Tell me this is some
kind of domestic gone bad.

I wish I could.

The joc's still digging
in, but we're working

this one like a hate crime.

Apparently, the shooter
entered through a

- side door?
- Lucky guess?

Little Egypt's on the other side of 28th.

My sister used to volunteer here.

No one uses the front door.

Can you take me to
the shelter's director?

Hey, special agent bell.

Selma Shelton.

The train I took to work
was delayed this morning.

I should have been here.

Well, thank god you weren't.

Now you can help us.

Besides this guard,
do you have any other

safety precautions
here? Security cameras?

We can barely make payroll,

and fixing the cameras wasn't a priority.

You probably think that's negligent.

I promise you, the only
thing I'm thinking about

is getting the coward who did this.

- You knew him?
- Yeah.

He's worked here as
long as I can remember.

Excuse me.

Hey. I'm so sorry.

- I know this hits close to home.
- What do we know?

Well, the staff and residents
were gathering for breakfast

when the shooting
started. There's 11 dead.

Eight residents, two staff,

and then we've got our good samaritan,

the firefighter.

He was shot at the side entrance.

We're lucky that it's only 11, guys.

Got enough brass on the
floor in here to start a foundry.

All 9-millimeter.

We're assuming that
it's the same weapon,

but ert's still trying
to figure out the type.

- Witnesses couldn't say?
- Overnight staff is dead.

Everyone else scattered
when the shooting started.

I mean, if anybody else stayed,

they're still too scared to talk.

Has anyone talked to her?

Who's that woman in the doorway?

That's Layla. She's a minor.

If you want to talk to
her, I'll need to sit in.

Where are her parents?

It's just her father, and...

We've been staying here about a week.

Dad said it was getting
too cold to sleep in the Van.

Maybe we can do this later.

Unfortunately, the
shooter might not be done,

and every second counts.

Layla, did you grow up around here?

So did I.

I used to hustle change on the steinway

so me and my sister
could get feteer at rafi's.

I also know what it is like
to lose someone to violence.

But you can help us find this man

before anyone else gets hurt.
Do you think you could do that?

Ok, did you notice anything?

Did he have a tattoo?
Did he say anything weird?

Did he, have an accent?

He didn't say anything. He just

some people tried to stop him,
and he just started shooting.

The gun looked fake, like... like a toy.

I thought it was a joke.

Where were you when it started?

I... I was over there.

Dad was helping me make some
stupid video for science class.

He was recording when
the shooting began?

Layla, where is that phone now?

This simple extract,
ascophyllum nodosum,

taken from seaweed,
will improve water use.

What's going on?

Pause it right there.

You've just witnessed the actions

of a cold-blooded killer.

Whether we apprehend him
before he takes more lives

will be determined right here, right now.

- Let's get to work.
- You heard the boss.

Got enough to run facial rec?

Hardly a slam dunk, but I'll try.

All right.

While she's at it, can
someone please tell me

what's up with that gun?

I've seen ghost guns before,
but never anything like that.

Yeah, it's an ftp-6.

It's a 3D-printed assault rifle.

The "tp" stands for "the police."

Yeah, I can guess what the f stands for.

Any chance we can trace the
shooter through the design?

Unfortunately, no.
Specs are open source.

Anybody can download them.

All you need is a commercial 3D printer,

some parts, and you
have an untraceable gun

capable of firing over
100 rounds per minute.

When they said the Internet
would bring us together,

I don't think they had this in mind.

Ok, I got an update on facial rec.

Who are we chasing?

Vernon Walsh, 34, affiliated with

the outlaw biker gang the lost sons.

Did a three-year bid at five points

for aggravated assault.

Beat up a guy at a bar
for being a race traitor.

Victim's wife was Asian.

Supports the theory that today's attack

- was ideologically motivated.
- Yeah.

Where is he now?

No registered phone or vehicle.

Last known address is with
his cousin, Corbin Walsh,

on staten island, 38. No priors.

Hey, guys.

Corbin works at an industrial
supply warehouse on Wakefield.

Any chance it has a 3D printer?

A gen three block magic
with dual extruder heads,

mostly used for custom
tools and fixtures.

So Vernon could have
used the shop's printer

to create the gun used in today's attack.

Let's reach out to the cousin,

see if he can lead us to our shooter.

Tools, fixtures, molds.

I even got a guy who's using a 3D printer

to rebuild his mustang.

I got eyes on Corbin. Southeast corner.

He's finishing up with a client.

Here's the price list.

Give me a call if you're interested.

Corbin Walsh.

Can I help you with something?

You certainly can. We're with the FBI.

Actually had a couple of questions

for your cousin Vernon.

Is he in trouble or something?

Well, we're trying to determine that.

Can you call him for us?
We're trying to locate him.

Is it "" or do you work with him

and know where he is?

No, but I can... you know, I can try him.

My phone's in the back.

- Corbin, stop moving.
- It's no problem.

- I'll be right...
- Oa, he's running.

Copy that.

- Cover the front!
- Copy.

Hey!

If he has another target,

you need to tell me where he is now.

- I ain't telling you nothing.
- Wrong answer.

- Wrong answer.
- Oa.

Oa!

You guys need to see this.

God.

They built themselves an arsenal.

He's an accessory.

He made those guns for his cousin.

Now we get him to
tell us where Vernon is

before he terrorizes another community.

I agree.

I'm gonna take this interview with scola.

I'm sorry?

I know you want to get in there,

and I understand why, but as your friend

he attacked my neighborhood.

Mag, he attacked us.
What are you talking about?

You almost gave up
our leverage back there.

I'm gonna find Vernon.
You have my word.

I know how this works.

You're going to talk tough,

threaten to throw the book at me,

but I know what I did. I
know what that means.

Do you now?

Serious assault with a deadly weapon,

class c felony, 20 years.

Be out in 10. You can't scare me.

We're not trying to scare you.

We want to help you.

See, while you may have
shot at federal agents,

you didn't kill 11 people.

And you're sitting on information

that the ausa might find helpful

if you decide to talk.

They're just getting started.

And you?

I am just observing.

Better than meeting with opr.

Don't worry.

Your partners didn't say anything.

A bystander recorded the takedown.

You don't understand, Isobel.

They were attacking your community,

and for that, I am sorry,

but you almost crossed
a line you can't uncross.

What good would that do?

Is this when you tell me that
I am too close to the case,

and my personal life is
affecting how I do my job?

No, this is where I tell you I'm married.

You're what?

- Since when?
- Two months.

His name is Philip.

He has three daughters, which means

I now have three daughters.

I didn't know that.

Because I have learned
to leave my personal life

outside of this building.

It's what works for me.

I'm not telling you how to do your job,

but what we do is too
important to risk jeopardizing

over our personal lives.

How you reconcile that is up to you.

So two months.

- How's it going?
- No complaints.

This supposed to move
me to tears or something?

We're thinking more your
sense of self-preservation

might kick in.

Corbin, you manufactured a gun

that was used to shoot up a shelter,

but I don't think you knew there were

asylum seekers in there.

That's conspiracy to commit
a hate crime with murder

as an aggravated circumstance.

That's more than ten
years. That's the needle.

And it just so happens
that the ag's looking

to make an example out
of homemade gun makers,

so any chance at leniency
for you is out the window

if your cousin keeps going around

and shooting up shelters.

There won't be another shooting.

- How do you know?
- This morning was a one-off.

We've been selling
these guns to some guys

who kick up to the jalisco cartel.

Last week, they pulled Vernon aside,

said if he wanted to make real money,

he could take a swing
at an open contract.

Why would a Mexican
cartel hire a biker gang

to do the shooting?

I'd answer the question, Corbin,

or any chance at a deal's off the table.

They gave him a name, ok?

Vernon was just
supposed to grab someone.

This was never part of the plan.

Those people must
have gotten in his way.

Who was he supposed to grab?

Only Vernon knows.

But I can tell you where
he might be holding him.

Federal agents!

Dog!

We got cuffs.

We got the gun.

We got Vernon Walsh.

Looks like his kidnapping went bad.

All right, so the good
news is Vernon Walsh

can't hurt anybody anymore.

The bad news is we
have no idea who killed him

or what that means to our threat level.

So let's start at the center.

What, did the cartel
just renege on their deal?

Well, Vernon's phone records show

several calls made to
and from a cartel front

in jalisco this morning,
so at the very least,

it means this unholy alliance is legit.

Hey, guys, ert says the
bloody print on the flex cuffs

match the ones found on the
pliers used to murder Vernon.

Ok, so whoever he
kidnapped from the shelter

used the pliers to
break out of the restraints

and then killed him with it. But wait.

You said you have prints.

So the question is, who did the
cartel send Vernon in to grab?

Well, prints don't match anyone in iafis

or the Interpol database.

Plus, there's still 100
unaccounted for migrants

- at the shelter.
- Right.

- So another dead end?
- Not exactly.

Warrant for the doorbell camera footage

across the alley from Vernon's apartment

went through.

This is approximately
30 minutes after the attack

on the shelter.

Ok, so here's Vernon.

Freeze it. Ok, who is she?

- Can we get facial rec?
- Negative.

Resolution is too low.

All right, but that

that is good enough to ask around.

- Get that image to Maggie asap.
- Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, but since we started

taking in asylum seekers, it's policy

not to reveal the residents' identities

- for their safety.
- And we respect that.

But a woman was abducted here.

And she's in danger as we speak.

Legally, I can't reveal that list.

Excuse me. I'm very busy.

Ok, we know that you want
to protect your residents,

and so do we, but as long
as she's out in the streets,

she's not safe, so look again.

Look, I know you
weren't here this morning,

but now you're in a
position to help save a life.

I'm not 100% sure...

But I think this is who you're looking for.

Checked in a week ago.

All right, look alive, people.

We have an ID for the
woman who was abducted

from graceful Shepherd this morning.

Inés mad era.

Where have I heard that name before?

Probably from a DEA quarterly brief.

Inés is the longtime mistress
of drug lord Jorge Ortega,

heir to the jalisco cartel,
responsible for billions

in trafficking and hundreds of
murders in Mexico and abroad.

So the jalisco cartel hires a biker gang

- to kidnap this woman.
- It appears that way.

But why would the mistress

of one of the world's
most dangerous men

pose as a migrant in a New York shelter?

Jordan, what's the DEA
know that we don't know?

We intercepted sigint last week.

Apparently, inés mad
era stole from Ortega,

then absconded to the U.S.

We didn't have a
location for her until now.

So Ortega is down a
mistress. It's a blow to his ego.

But is it enough for him
to actually hunt her down

and kill 11 people in the process?

It is to him.

Every lowlife in New York is talking.

He put a $5 million bounty on her,

payable in cash or product

to whoever brings her to him alive.

Wow, well, that's more
money than Vernon

or Corbin would ever make flipping guns.

Well, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

If inés mad era killed her abductor,

that means she is still
out there on the run hiding.

And that bounty is still
open to every gangbanger,

sicario, and common criminal
looking to make a buck.

And until we find inés, all of New York

is caught in the crossfire.

I need a bead on our
runaway mistress, people.

Every lowlife in New York
has five million reasons

to hunt down inés mad era.

If we want to avoid more bloodshed,

we need to get to her first.

The walls are closing in on her,

so where does she go?

Well, she wouldn't go home to Mexico.

Ortega would track her down for sure.

Yeah, but she could get
around this community here.

Let's put a magnifying glass on flat bush,

sunset park, Jackson heights,
known associates, friends.

Nothing's coming up in our databases.

This might be something.

I had NSA filter calls made to
Mexico from telmex payphones

here in the city.

Telmex, the international payphone.

Yeah, before whatsapp and Skype,

it's how Mexicans living in
the U.S. used to call home.

You'd find them at bodegas,
check-cashing stores.

It seems there are
still a few left in the city,

and get this.

Over the last three days,
the telmex in sunset park

made calls to inés'
parents' home in jalisco,

always at 2:00 P.M., never
for more than 30 seconds.

Just enough time to let
your folks know you're ok.

I pulled up street cam footage

from outside the mini mart
where those calls were made.

Check it out. This is from yesterday.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's her.

What about the day before yesterday?

Every day for the last
week, around 2:00 P.M.

All right, that gives us 15
minutes to get down there.

After today, inés is gonna want

to let her parents know that she's ok.

Ok, you two, I got eyes on
inés's favorite bodega here.

Looks like we got a couple of
teenagers tying up the phone.

Well, she should be here.

Scola, got a red low
rider coming your way.

- Yeah.
- I got him.

Dollars to donuts
they're looking for our girl.

I have eyes on inés.

She made us.

Hey! Stop!

Move, move, move!

Ay!

- Get off me.
- Stop resisting.

We're with the FBI. We want to help you.

I don't need your help.

I can see why.

All the time and resources

that the agency has
spent looking for you,

and you were setting up a drug deal.

You people don't know anything.

We know that you were in possession

of a kilo of uncut cocaine
that bears the stamp

of the jalisco cartel,

and you were the one who brought it

into the United States.

We do what we must to survive.

To survive?

Miss mad era, we have
seen the photos of you

and Jorge Ortega,
the homes, the yachts.

You are not surviving.
You are living it up.

And when it stops serving
you, you Rob him, run away,

and now the people of New
York are paying the price.

These people are dead because of you.

Look at them.

Look at them.

I was 16 the first time
Jorge set eyes on me.

He followed me walking
home from school.

He spoke to my parents,
and I had no say in it.

I didn't understand the
world I was stepping into.

Yeah.

But you did understand that
his world had money, right?

You knew where the
money was coming from.

I became his girl, and it was good

until I grew up and I
realized what it cost me.

And the first chance I
got, I stole drugs from him

to cross the border and start over.

But what I don't understand
is that a kilo of cocaine

is a grain of sand to a man like Ortega.

Yet he put a $5 million bounty on you.

This isn't adding up.

Inés, we want to help
you, but you're gonna have

to give us the full picture.

He doesn't want me back or the drugs.

- He wants Miguel.
- Who's Miguel?

Your new boyfriend?

Our son.

We kept him a secret from the world

so he'd be safe from Jorge's enemies,

but I had to take Miguel away from him.

Why now?

The day Miguel turned eight,
Jorge took him to the stables.

He thought he was getting a new horse.

Instead, he found a rival boss tied up.

Jorge handed him a
gun and said it was time

for Miguel to be a man.

My son, he couldn't pull the trigger.

I couldn't let him turn our
boy into a monster like him.

That's why I stole the drugs,

to sell and give Miguel a new life.

If Ortega's sending criminals after you,

then your son is in danger too.

No, I went to the shelter alone.

Miguel is somewhere
else. Somewhere safe.

Inés, think this through.

Ortega already tracked you down.

How long before he finds Miguel?

Where is he?

My best friend from jalisco,

her brother, Daniel, he lives in flat bush.

He agreed to hide Miguel for me.

Write down the address and we will do

what you could not
and keep your son safe.

Please protect him.

We'll do everything we can.

I know you're angry with
her, but you need to remember

that she's a victim.

You know that when someone
like Ortega singles you out,

you don't have a choice.

And that may be true,
but she had a choice

when she came to New York,

and she should have
chosen to talk to the cops,

not go to a shelter filled
with innocent people

when she knew a cartel was after her.

I understand, and it was
in your old neighborhood.

That is filled with good people who

just want what this country has to offer,

and then she brings
in this violence, Maggie.

The people that died today

are not the only ones that get hurt.

It's the owner of the halal market

and the dry cleaner across the street.

They're all collateral damage.

And now what are people gonna say?

"What do you expect from
a Muslim neighborhood?"

You're right.

But she still deserves our protection,

and so does her son.

Ok, here's the most
current photo of Miguel.

All right, I'll post up out here

while you guys go talk to the babysitter.

Sounds good.

Clear.

FBI.

He took him. There.

Stop! FBI!

Scola, somebody stabbed the babysitter

and took the kid. South parking lot.

Copy. I'm on it, Maggie.

FBI! Stop!

This is special agent scola.

I got a child abduction in progress.

Hispanic male in his 50s, moving east

on Veronica toward tilden.

It's a blue Sierra pickup.

New York 3kr-t156.

- Who took Miguel?
- I... I tried to stop him.

- Was it Ortega's men?
- No.

It was... El diablo.

All right, so we have the full story now.

Inés fled Mexico and
her life with Jorge Ortega,

brought their son with her,

and that was the real
purpose of Ortega's bounty.

He wants his kid back,

and it sounds like he
may have succeeded.

That was Maggie with an update.

According to neighbors, our abductor

had been canvassing flat
bush with a photo of inés

- claiming to be her father.
- Right.

So someone pointed
him to Nunez's apartment,

inadvertently leading him to the boy.

What do we know
about the mystery man

who kidnapped Miguel?

Well, according to oa,

he's known as El diablo, the devil.

He's a his panic male, 50s.

Ok, well, if that's all we have,

that's all we have.

Any hits on iafis
matching that descriptor?

We need to track this man down before

he hand delivers this kid to
his drug lord father in Mexico.

NYPD, port authority, state police,

and cbp have all been read in.

There's a dragnet around the city.

Good.

Looks like El diablo blew a red light

while fleeing the scene.

Traffic cam got a good look at his car, but

well, ready for a curve ball?

Plates are registered to a nestor Cruz,

born in zacatecas

but legally living in the
U.S. for the past ten years.

No priors. He's an electrician.

On the surface, this guy's a taxpayer.

What is a civilian doing
wrapped up in a cartel bounty?

Because he's not a civilian.

He was part of a
Mexican paramilitary group

supported by a joint
Mexico-U.S. task force

highly effective in
neutralizing narco elements.

What do you mean? Assassinating?

Narcos started calling him El diablo.

Probably 'cause he was
the last face they saw

before he sent 'em to hell.

When the task force went after Ortega,

the drug lord targeted El diablo's family,

burned his wife and
daughter alive in a junkyard,

then texted him the video.

We're looking at this all wrong.

El diablo has no intention of
handing Ortega's son to him.

He's not interested in collecting a bounty.

You're right. He wants revenge.

Matthew bush, deputy
chief of intelligence,

DEA. Someplace we can talk?

According to my source,
El diablo reached out

to Jorge Ortega 30 minutes ago.

He's trying to broker
a trade, the boy's life

in exchange for the drug lord's.

- Otherwise...
- An eye for an eye.

And this drug lord agreed to it?

Well, it doesn't matter.

I'm not going to
sanction a trade like this.

They can't turn the city into a war zone

to settle an old score.
This isn't the old west.

Which is why you're going to intervene.

My source gave me the
location of the exchange.

I'm sharing it.

This is a win for you.

Your source is the drug lord, Ortega.

I can't confirm or deny.

You're telling me one of the
world's most wanted criminals

is working with the DEA?

All right, so our two choices are

let this war play out on U.S. soil

or have our team run
an errand for a drug lord.

And save Miguel's life in the process.

We'll take the intel.

We can't breach if
your guy's got a hostage,

not unless the boy's
life is in imminent danger.

And even if it were,
we don't have the intel

to ensure he won't get
caught in the crossfire.

Don't you have spotters posted?

Cruz blocked the lines of sight.

What about a throw phone?
Can we talk him down?

My guy's dropped three
through the air vents.

So far, hasn't picked up.

Ok, go update the joc.

I'm going to establish
a connection with Cruz.

We need to get Miguel out of here.

Nestor Cruz, this is
special agent Maggie bell.

I'm with the FBI.

Please pick up the throw
phone so I can talk to you.

All right, per scola, we need eyes

inside this building
stat. No bad ideas here.

We trained Cruz.

We cannot send our
agents into a buzz saw.

You said no bad ideas, right?

I just hooked into the building's Wi-Fi.

That helps us confirm
Cruz is in there how?

Something I picked up
from Celeste on the fly team.

We can run a neural
network similar to the one

they developed at carnegie mellon.

It maps the phase and
amplitude of Wi-Fi signals

bouncing off whatever
is inside the structure,

including people.

Turns your Wi-Fi into radar.

Yeah, great. Give it a try.

Downloading building specs
to cross-reference against.

And launching the neural network now.

Ok. What am I looking at here?

A blueprint of visualized images

live mapping the building
El diablo and Miguel are in.

Yeah, that's a person, right?

Yeah, that has got to be Cruz.

And that's Miguel. He's alive.

For now.

Hey, Maggie, we've
confirmed they're both in there,

and the boy is still alive.

Nestor, we know you're in there

and you can hear me.

We just want to get Miguel out safely.

Special agent bell.

I have no interest in talking to you

or anyone in the FBI.
Ortega and I made a deal.

Where is he?

The FBI wants to bring him to justice

just as much as you do, but first,

you need to let Miguel go.
He shouldn't be a part of this.

Justice is not a prison cell.

Not for him. You want to negotiate?

Bring me Ortega, or the boy dies.

We need to get in there now.

Execute!

Wait!

Everyone be advised.

We just hit a tripwire.
This place is booby trapped.

Hello.

Go.

Vamos.

In pursuit of Cruz.

Cruz, stop!

Don't move.

Get back. Get back.

Put the gun down now.

I knew he wouldn't show.

This is his fault, what comes now.

We're not gonna stand down

and let more innocent people get hurt.

You wanted justice for
your wife and children.

This isn't it.

It could have been had
you not gotten involved.

Maggie.

Cover me.

America always protects her interests,

even if it means working
with a... Like Ortega.

That coward is playing all of you.

No one else needs to die, including you.

Don't bother. I died long ago!

Hey, hey, I've got you. You're safe.

Suspect down.

Confirmed. Suspect is down.

- Maggie.
- We're ok.

We weren't hit.

All right, let's go see your mom, ok?

Let's go.

Special agents bell, zidan, and scola.

This is DEA deputy chief
of intelligence Matthew bush.

His source tipped us
off to El diablo's hideout.

I personally wanted to commend

you all for a job well done.

Your success directly led to Jorge Ortega

providing critical intel
on three different cartels.

As we speak, DEA is
preparing to launch raids

in New York, Miami, and El Paso.

What did Ortega get in return?

You don't actually need
me to spell it out, do you?

So you're just going to give
Miguel back to his father?

- It's complicated.
- No, it's not.

A lot of drugs will be taken off the street

because of your heroics.

All it cost was one kid.

You were never gonna
find him without us.

We both got what we
wanted. Let's leave it at that.

And if you keep making
deals with the devil,

you might forget what side you're on.

My world isn't as black
and white as yours.

Whatever helps you sleep at night, right?

Doot, doot.

I don't know how he's not
tired after the day he had.

- Inés...
- I know. I know.

I know I have to answer my part in today.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

You brought my son back.

Give us a beat.

I've been dreading this
part, saying goodbye.

Do you think my son is
gonna be able to visit me

while my case plays out?

He won't be able to visit you because

he won't be in the United States.

He's going back to Mexico.

What do you mean? How could that be?

My parents, they're too old to take him.

He won't be with your parents.

Our country has a
policy to reunite children

with their rightful parents.

No, no, you can't send
him back to his father!

He's a monster! He's a monster!

You promised me you would protect him.

You promised that!

I'm sorry.

- Our hands are tied.
- No!

What kind of people are you?

There he is, Jorge Ortega,
the heir to the jalisco cartel

in our headquarters
because we invited him.

And we're just gonna let
him drive off with his kid.

I really thought today
would end differently.

Yeah, you and me both.

You ever wonder why
we do this sometimes,

when days end like this?

I guess for all the other days.

We're going to head
over to Casey's for a drink.

You want to come?

I'm ok. I got someplace to be.

- Good night.
- Night.

Agent zidan, I got your text.

I brought dinner from rafi's.

I hope you guys are hungry.

Come in.