No. No.
No!
I sent Corrine's picture to hotels with weekly and monthly rates.
Night manager called when he got the fax.
Said she checked in about a week ago as a... Jan Murphy?
Which room?
She's not alone up there, Vic.
- I know. She's got my kids with her. - No kids.
There's someone else. Ran the plates.
Guy's name is Steven Linfield. He owns a yoga studio.
She's probably takin' classes with him.
When my gash of an ex-wife ditched me, first thing she did...
was got that ass real tight.
- Manager said the guy's been up there every night. - Which room?
It's 209. Vic, wait.
Wait.
Vic, don't... don't do this.
What the...
What do you want? Who are you?
I'm s...
I-I don't know. I...
Manager confirmed two different photos, swore it was her.
You've been on this thing for a month. You can't find three kids and a housewife?
No money trail. The kids haven't been in school.
She's not with friends or relatives.
Look, if we don't expand our search beyond So. Cal. ...
You know, maybe I should, uh...
- check hospitals, accident reports... - Look, they're alive.
Just find them.
Come on. Hurry up.
Fresh from Mexico. Still has its cherry.
Crack the seal.
Two shipments in a week. That's not bad.
- We're pregnant. - Beautiful.
Wrap it up. We'll follow you home.
You know, when we double up on shipments, sooner or later someone's gonna notice.
Hey, Vic put me in charge, all right? It's working, okay?
So just roll with it. Oh, Christ. Couple of salties.
- They're gonna roust 'em. - What do we do if they find that coke?
- That's 50 grand each, gone. - Three black guys with a trunk full of cocaine...
can't drive the goddamn speed limit?
Ohh. Great.
- I knew this was a mistake. - Shut up. Let me think.
Hey, you're in charge.
Hey, we're in this together.
Hey, lookee here, Clark.
- Whoa! - Don't shoot!
- Keep your hands where I can see 'em. - I'm a brother cop.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's all right. It's cool. We're cops.
Here you go.
Look, uh, you're not gonna believe this, but you just nailed my informant.
We're on our way to a bust. That's-That's our coke.
- Who's in charge of the sting? - Mackey's our team leader.
I'll give him a call and get him down here.
- Who's your C.O.? - Aceveda.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna call him too.
Sure, if you don't mind waking up a captain.
I don't mind.
Burning necklaces have been gaining popularity...
in Central and South American drug cartels.
Only a matter of time before se mueve al Norte.
South Africa's A.N.C. also used tire necklaces...
to torture and kill impimpi.
- Impimpi? - Police informants.
- And since when do you speak Spanish? - I'm taking a class.
I work in Los Angeles.
Not knowing the language was limiting me from being the best detective I could be.
Hiya. I'm Detective Vic Mackey.
- These your men? - Depends.
What'd they do?
We pulled over these guys, found some weapons and a sizable amount of cocaine.
- These guys say it's for a buy-bust. - That's right.
They were supposed to meet me over in Farmington.
Nobody notified our department.
We're waiting on a Captain Aceveda to clear things up.
Ah, it's not necessary. We're late as it is. By the time...
Aceveda shows up...
What's going on?
We pulled over these men with several kilos of cocaine.
- I was gonna give you a heads-up. - They claim they're on their way to a bust...
- you authorized in Farmington. - I didn't have...
I didn't forward the C-90. I take responsibility.
Apologize to your C.O. for me. I guarantee it won't happen again.
Sure. Sorry to hold you guys up.
No, no. You were right to call me.
Look, I'm sorry about...
- You're on your way to a bust, right? - Yes, sir.
- Then go arrest someone. - Yes, sir.
You and I need to talk...
now.
Hey, thanks for cutting us some slack on that little paperwork snafu.
You've been logging less hours. Arrests are way down.
Bad guys must be hibernating.
- Is everything okay with you? - Sure.
Because you're a lot of things, but sloppy isn't one of them.
Why don't you just give me a demerit and call it a night?
A civilian auditor's been assigned to the barn.
She gets a whiff of what I've been smelling lately...
she's gonna slam a lid on this whole place.
Well, that's your problem.
I don't think she'll be as understanding of your paperwork snafus as I am...
which makes it our problem.
- This drug business tonight... - Shane and the boys are out making arrests as we speak.
You better find your game, and you better find it quick.
I never lost it.
The two victims have been I.D.'d as Pablo Fernando and Christopher Reyes.
Street names are Bang Bang and Cuca.
We got two dead bangers, two different gang affiliations.
A Los Mag and a Toro.
Both high-level lieutenants in the drug racket.
You can understand why they'd want to kill each other. Who'd want to kill 'em both?
- Well, that's the mystery, isn't it? - Keep an eye out for the tag.
Talk to your contacts. Find out what's brewing.
Maybe it would help to recreate the crime.
ĦAy, Dios mio! I'm burning!
Hey, hey, Smitty. Get these two to the morgue A.S.A.P.
Just a reminder: Lanie Kellis will begin observing activities today in the barn.
She's a civilian auditor.
I know, but there was a riot... the whole Gilroy scandal.
You can't expect the city council to do nothing.
Say hello to fall guy number one and fall guy number two.
- Hey, why are you turning in Tio's stash? - It's not Tio's coke.
- It's theirs. - They had that much blow on 'em?
- I thought they were small-time. - They were until tonight.
I see you've made some arrests.
- Yes, sir. - Good.
Finish the paperwork, return the coke to Property, and move on to your next case.
Yes, sir.
That's a ton of weight. Did he say who's running 'em?
- Alvarez. - Well, we better go talk to him...
find out why he's moving from the minors to the majors.
Aw, goddamn it. What now? Yeah?
Tio, I don't like being here. What's the problem?
That. He's puking up blood, man.
- Aah! - What the hell did you call us for?
Like I'm gonna call a bunch of paramedics to my drug crib.
- Jesus Christ. - What the hell's wrong with him?
- I don't know, man. He looks like he's gonna die. - Well, did he eat something?
He snuck a few lines just to check the stuff out.
Snuck a few lines? What did I say about that?
- Is he allergic? - Oh, man, he's going into cardiac arrest.
Shit. Get me a towel. Towel, towel!
Oh, shit.
Come on.
God, it's beating. We gotta get him to a hospital quick.
Drop him off. Don't answer any questions. Just get the hell out of there.
- Move. - Hurry up.
Jesus... How much did he do?
Just a couple lines. He's not allergic.
Was he mixing? Maybe the coke's bad.
The coke is not bad. It's-It's fine. Tio just needs to step on it a little more.
You're so sure. Do a line.
- Have the lab run a sample. See if someone spiked it. - Yeah.
Who's gonna mess with my stash?
Somebody with enough product to step in.
Asshole, 12:00.
Hey, Alvarez.
- You're out early. - What do you want, man? - Tell me something.
How does a pissant crack dealer like you...
suddenly start carrying heavy weights of high-grade coke?
- I'm clean, brother. - We picked up a couple of your guys.
Who gave you the coke? Who's trying to push their way in?
I don't know what you're talkin' about, man.
Let's see if a car ride jogs your memory.
I guess you don't get to visit One-niner territory that often...
you being natural enemies and all.
Hey, Mo!
Your sister's ass really taste as sweet as Alvarez here says it does?
He wants to know what your mama's putting in the corn muffins.
Excuse me?
- You messing with Tio's coke shipment? - What? No.
Who gave you the drugs?
You don't help me out, you're gonna have to find another ride.
Hope those $ 100 pair of Cortezes help him run faster.
- All right. The Quintero brothers. - Never heard of'em.
Armadillo and Navaro. They're from Tijuana.
They told me to get ready to flood the streets with blow.
They think they can just come into Farmington and take over?
- I guess so. - Guessed wrong.
Hey, get me out of here, man.
Get out of the way!
Claudette? Your dead guys may have been cooked up...
- by a couple of Mexican nationals. - You got some names?
One. Quintero. They're brothers...
Navaro and Armadillo.
- See that guy with Vic? - Yeah.
He's been in a few times lately. Any idea who he is?
- Nope. - He had to sign in at the front desk, right?
- That's the policy. - You wanna check the log?
Love to.
I'm part of a network of private investigators.
For a fee, I can get your wife's info out...
- to over 200 P.I.s throughout the U.S. - How much?
For 20 grand, I can get to half the agencies.
It's good coverage, but less bodies. Things are gonna move slower.
How much to make things move faster?
50 grand will cover the entire network.
If she's anywhere in the free 52, we'll find her fast.
- Do it. - They don't get started...
unless they have half the fee up front.
I need 25K, like, now.
You'll have your money in an hour.
Who would have wanted to kill your brother?
- You know who Cuca was? - Drug lieutenant for the Toros.
He was killed along with his counterpart from Los Mags.
- Were they doing business together? - Don't know.
Your brother was burned to death. Is there anything you do know that can help us?
- Nope. - Mrs. Reyes?
Does the name Armadillo or Navaro mean anything?
- Armadillo? - Mayda doesn't know anything about this.
- None of us do. - Again...
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Hey, what's up?
I need to make an emergency withdrawal from our retirement fund.
You got the key, right?
Vic, there's nothing in there.
- You gotta be joking me. - No, we took it.
Me, Lemon and Ronnie, we took it to invest.
- Without telling me? - You put me in charge while you were taking time off.
A quarter of that stash is mine.
And I'm in the process of tripling it for you.
It was... It was gonna be a surprise.
It is. A bad one.
Look, I've been giving this thing a lot of thought.
Yeah? And what's your plan, exactly?
I've been stepping up shipments. I've been overseeing distribution.
Distribution?
We're middlemen keeping the peace, not drug dealers. What the hell are you doing?
I'm not doing anything that we weren't doing before.
- I'm just bumping things up a level. - Well, what level is that?
Prison?
All right. Where's my investment now?
It's all tied up in the coke shipment.
That coke that had Tio's guy bleeding from every orifice?
- We don't know that that was the coke. - I need that money.
Yeah? Well, we all do.
No, I need it now to get back my kids.
- What are you talking about? - They're gone, Shane!
Corrine took 'em and disappeared.
What? When?
- Five weeks ago. God. - Oh, Jesus.
And I need 25 grand right now to find them.
- Why didn't you tell me? - You screwed me!
I didn't... I didn't screw you.
- I-I was just trying to make things up to you. - Goddamn it!
I didn't know!
- I lose my family, and now this? - I didn't know.
- What am I supposed to do now? - If I'd known, I'd never...
What am I supposed to do?
Cuca's friends say you were his girlfriend.
You left him for Armadillo?
No.
Jessica Hintel...
senior at the Wedney School for Girls.
Father's chiropractor to the stars in Bel Air.
How does your father feel about you...
trading down from Westside cheerleader...
- to barrio gang babe? - That angel tattoo on your face...
He must love seeing that in the family Christmas cards.
- It's a dove. - Oh.
Two weeks ago...
Cuca and I were walking down Olympic.
Armadillo and a few of his guys...
came up to us...
and asked Cuca if he had changed his mind...
and Cuca said no.
Armadillo took me...
away from Cuca...
to his house.
He told me to take my clothes off.
When he'd finished with me...
he held me down while another one gave me this tattoo.
A dove...
to remember him by, he said.
When I went back to Cuca...
and he saw the tattoo...
he called me puta.
He wouldn't touch me anymore.
Can you have my dad pick me up, please?
Oh, God. I fell asleep.
Yeah.
What are you gonna tell your wife?
She's out of town.
This is, like, the fifth time this month.
Is it?
We're not wrecking something that's working, are we?
Nah. We won't let it turn into a thing.
Good, 'cause I don't mind a thing. I just...
I just don't want a thing. You know what I mean?
Yeah, sure.
Hey.
I'll see you around.
Sit down.
The coke's worthless. It's got rosary pea mixed in it. It's poison.
- Well, he tested it. - For coke.
Not if it was any good. If this shit hit the street...
God knows how many bodies we'd be picking up.
I'm telling you, man. That seal was intact. These guys saw it.
- You messed with it beforehand. - I'm a customs guy, for Chrissake.
I was making money off this stuff too.
If somebody screwed with it, it happened on the Mexican side.
Well, who handles things on the Mexican side?
It's, uh, Rosalina Imports in Tijuana.
It's a front for some guy named Navaro.
Navaro Quintero?
Yeah, yeah. That's him.
Jesus Christ. These guys are up my ass.
Better come out here. Oh!
I got the other P.I.s started on it. You got the dough?
Not yet. There's a problem.
These guys only started without the deposit as a favor to me.
You gotta front me. You'll have the money soon.
- It doesn't work like that. - You make it work.
- Just keep 'em looking. - I don't have that kind of cash on hand.
Gordie.
These are my kids, man. Please.
I'll tell 'em the money's coming tonight.
Thank you.
But this is my reputation, Vic.
You don't have that cash in my hands by 10:00 tonight...
I'm pulling them off the case, and I'm off it too.
Ditch your weapons. We're headed south to get our money back from Navaro.
- What? - Just do as I say... for once!
Vic, we've been looking for you.
I'd like to introduce you to Lanie Kellis.
- I'm a little busy right now. - Miss Kellis is our civilian auditor.
There's some things I'd like to talk to you about.
I gotta go.
Don't worry. I'll handle this.
What the hell are you doing?
- I don't have time for this. - Why? And where are you going?
- Tijuana. - Mexico? What for?
Someone's putting poisoned coke out on our streets. I'm gonna stop 'em.
Well, you don't have jurisdiction across the border.
- Well, I'm taking the day off. - I'm not authorizing it.
Well, if you want dozens of potential voters keeling over dead...
so be it, but I'm taking the day off.
Hi. What's the nature of your visit to Mexico?
Little bit of everything.
Go ahead. Welcome to Mexico.
Okay, get out. Go find some guns.
- They got gun stores? - It's Tijuana. Use your imagination.
Got it.
If we find him, we'll call you up.
Where the hell is Calle Mar Campio?
Come on. Nice girls. Come on. Come on.
Come in, inside, with girls, nice. Nice ones. Come on.
- Come over here please. - Let's go.
Rosalina Imports.
It might as well read "dead end."
- Now what? - Goddamn it!
Police.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. We're just looking for someone.
We're police too, from L.A.
You should be more careful. This part of town isn't so tourist-friendly.
- A lot of muggings. - Yeah. Kidnappings too.
A friend of mine's sister got nabbed here two days ago.
I am sorry to hear that. Did your friend file a report?
We'd rather pay the ransom and get her back.
We're looking for a Navaro Quintero.
Navaro. I'm not surprised.
He and his brother are our biggest problem.
Your own government has a federal warrant for Navaro.
But as long as he's on our side of the border...
Look, you know where we can find him?
- Where are we goin'? - To get your guns.
Keep following.
You know, this place could be nothing but casinos...
and poontang, and white-sand beaches.
Instead, look at it. It's the goddamn asshole of South America.
Mexico's in Central America.
Hey, man, where the hell are these guns?
Right here.
Where is your money?
Yeah! Your money!
Come on.
Aw, this is bullshit.
Shit, man. Goddamn it.
Give it.
Come on! Give it!
Come on.
Now get out.
Get out!
- Detective Wagonback? - Wagenbach.
Oh, sorry.
Lanie Kellis, civilian auditor.
Oh, uh, right. Hi.
I understand that you were the lead detective...
in Assistant Chief Gilroy's case.
- Yes, I was. - The hit-and-run or the land fraud scheme?
Uh, knee-deep in both.
Could I get a look at your personal notes on that case?
His bail hearing's coming in a few weeks, and I want to make sure...
- that nothing surprises us. - I'm certainly the man...
to, uh, get you that file.
Um, I'll get it to you as soon as I can.
- Thanks. I appreciate the help. - Mayda.
You forgot your notebook.
- Thank you. - Did you catch him?
- Who? - Armadillo.
He's the one who killed my brother.
Armadillo, he came to the house one day.
He told Cuca he could join him, or he could die.
He said that with you in the room?
He kept looking at me, like he was trying to scare me...
but I'm not afraid of him like Topo is.
Hey, sweetie, how you doin'?
- Dutch. - Be right back.
- What's she doing here? - She came in on her own.
Where's the mother? The brother?
You're interviewing a minor without a guardian present.
She implicates Armadillo directly.
He made threats to Cuca right in front of her.
What exactly are we supposed to do with all that information?
Put her in front of a grand jury, arrest this guy.
If she can lead us in the right direction, great.
- But her family doesn't want her to testify. - She wants to testify.
- And her family doesn't. - So?
So if you had kids, you'd understand.
- Mayda? - Yes?
Hey, come with me, baby.
I'm gonna take you home.
Oh, I lost my barrette.
I'll get you a new one.
- Is something wrong? - No. I'm gonna take you home.
Are you going to arrest Armadillo?
We are gonna try. You're a brave girl for helping us.
- I know. - Mm-hmm.
Only two guys. You'd think he'd have more firepower around him.
Probably thinks no one's crazy enough to mess with him.
Oh, great. We're after the ugly one up high.
- Give me a piece. - We had a little problem with the guns.
- What kind of problem? - Montezuma's revenge.
Oh, shit. They're leaving. We gotta go.
What? Th-They're packin'!
- Boss, this is nuts, man. - Ronnie, go get the car.
Shane, Lem, you take the two big guys. Take their guns.
I'll take el feo.
Easy, easy.
Hey, can you tell me where the donkey shows are around here?
Up against the wall!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
- He's here! Come on! - Don't even think about it.
- Come on! - Okay.
Go! Go! Go! Go!
- Here you go. - You got my boy in here?
- Randall? - Are you his mother?
- Yes. Why is he locked up? - Buzz her in, John.
- What did he do? - A hardware store owner...
- caught him shoplifting some spray paint. - No.
He says he's seen him and his friends tagging other buildings in the neighborhood.
Is that true? Did you steal?
You vandalizing now?
We don't usually bring them in this young, but we couldn't get ahold of you...
and this guy's pretty adamant about pressing charges.
Look, I cut back on my hours, so I could be home nights.
I am active in his school. We go to church...
and still he does this.
What else can I do?
Let me see if I can help.
- She's pretty upset. - She should be.
He's only ten, and already he's racking and tagging.
Next, it'll be armed robbery. Before you know it, we'll be mopping him off a sidewalk.
The mother's doing the best that she can.
I think I can make a difference here.
Julien, come on. You want me to tell you how this story ends?
Okay, fine. Knock yourself out.
Who knows? Maybe it could do some good.
I ain't payin'you nothin', ese.
- Really? - You let me go right now...
I'll let you get back across that border alive.
Toss me one of them.
This what your brother Armadillo does to people who don't cooperate?
You're not cooperating!
Douse him.
Last chance.
How much money are we talking about, man?
Three-fifty, American.
I can do that.
- Plus 50 for ruining my day. - Come on, Vic. Don't push it.
Shut the hell up!
Armadillo Quintero?
Yes?
You're a hard man to find. We'd like to talk to you.
What are you doing in Los Angeles, Armando?
You mind if I call you Armando? I have a hard time...
keeping a straight face when I hear the name "Armadillo."
I'm looking for new opportunities.
Those opportunities include...
moving the Toros and the Los Mags out of the drug business?
It's a little early in the interrogation to be showing all your cards.
Where do you go now when I say...
"I don't know who the Toros or Los Mags are"?
- Our house, our rules. - Oh, this hasn't always been your house.
This used to be Mexico.
And I've been reading about your rules.
Yes, we saw the law books at your place.
You could only keep me here for six hours without charging me with a crime.
You're a prime suspect in the fire murders of two men last night.
- We can hold you for 24 hours. - And I can provide many people...
who will be happy to say I was with them...
when this awful crime took place.
Six hours.
You're not here to fight the Toros and the Los Mags.
You're here to unite 'em.
One gang, one leader: you.
Uniting the Toros and the Los Mags? Come on. Think about it.
They stop pissing on each other and turn their guns on everyday folks... it's not good.
- So how do we keep him here? - The girlfriend won't testify.
- Mayda will. - I'm not putting a 12-year-old girl in the middle of this.
Not with him involved. We'll find another way.
Here, man.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Keep it to yourself. All right. No guns, no games.
Drop your guns on the ground!
Okay.
ĦEl dinero!
What are you doing?
Jesus Christ!
Let's toss him!
- Anybody hit? - No, man.
Holy shit. I just leased this car!
What are we doin'?
He's got a federal warrant.
If the feds want him, I say we let him start doin' his time.
We can't make arrests in Mexico.
Once we get him back home, won't matter how he got there.
This is insane! His buddies are out looking for us right now!
We got our money. Let's just dump him and go.
This prick was willing to poison dozens of strangers.
If we leave him here, you think he won't come lookin' for payback?
- How we supposed to get him across the border? - In the trunk.
- Same as the money. - That's if we even make it to the border! Look at the car!
- How am I gonna pay for this? - He'll be kicking and screaming the whole way.
There's 20 farmacias on every block. We'll go and get a bottle of roofies.
- What, the date rape drug? - Don't pretend like you don't know what they look like.
We're gettin' 'em.
Armando was an orphan, lived on the streets.
I spoke to a woman who was a social worker years ago.
On a hunch, she gave him an I.Q. test at age 11.
- He lasted a week and a half. - Didn't fit in?
He raped and beat his teacher.
- When he was 11? - Two years in Sinaloa juvie, back on the street after that.
If he hasn't been caught since, he's gotten a lot smarter.
I'll call I.N.S., see if the rape's...
a violation of his visa requirements.
- Do you have that file for me? - I'll get it to you soon.
When I ask for something, I ask politely because that's my nature.
But when you make me ask a second time, I lose my patience.
This squad has been the epicenter of police corruption...
civil lawsuits, and most recently a riot.
The people I work for want answers. They expect me to get them.
I have the power to recommend changes, get people fired...
even shut down this entire building if it's warranted.
Do you understand what I'm saying, Detective?
Yes, ma'am.
Good. Um, if you could get me the Gilroy file...
- I would really appreciate it. - Sure.
Thank you.
- Oh, man. - Shut up.
How do we explain 400 grand in cash...
and a doped-out drug lord in our trunk?
Nobody breaks a sweat, we won't have to.
Come on, boy. Search.
Any sign of Detective Mackey?
He's still in the field.
"In the field."
Is that code for "He pretty much goes wherever he wants without any supervision"?
You're not after Mackey, are you? You're after me.
I'm not after anyone.
- You have enemies on the city council. - Who?
They're not thrilled that you parlayed a scandal and a riot...
- into a 15-point lead over Karen Mitchell. - 17-point lead.
They take the heat. They get bashed in the press.
While you come out looking like a reformer?
- I'm gonna be a reformer. - Not if you don't get elected.
I have a 17-point lead.
They're hoping I'll find something that will change that.
They know I'll be fair, but they also know...
that if there's something to find, I'll find it.
I'm glad you know.
Randall. The owner left it up to me.
He won't press charges if I vouch for you.
Let's go.
Okay, tell me why I should let you go.
I don't want to go to jail!
- I don't believe you. - Henry and I needed some cans.
Henry? Henry who? Do I need to arrest him too for coercion?
- No. I won't do it again. - Are you sure?
Okay. I tell you what.
I'm gonna give you this one. But remember, I'm vouching.
And if this happens again, you will have to answer to your mother...
and you will have to answer to me!
- You got it? - Yes, sir.
Go sit over there a minute.
- Is he gonna be okay? - He'll think twice next time.
Thank you. I'm so worried about him.
You are doing your best. It's tough these days.
What church do you take him to?
- Faith Temple. - I've heard good things about them.
- I go to Covenant. - That's Reverend Cook. Bad smoker, good man.
Yeah, that's him.
So, you gonna be home tonight?
I don't know. Why?
Because I'm not allowed to ask someone out on a date while I'm on duty and...
Mmm.
Come by. Maybe I'll be home.
Here you go.
Thanks.
- What's so funny? - Nothing.
It's been six hours. You're free to go.
I guess what I did when I was 11...
doesn't stop me from visiting your country.
- Okay, stop right there. - Okay, work it.
- Come on, boy. Work it. - I.D.s, please, and can you pop the trunk for me.
Sure. Busy day for you guys, huh?
Work it. Come on.
- You boys are cops? - Farmington Division, L.A.
- You guys have a rough time on the other side? - Bachelor party.
- Can barely remember the last few days. - Pop the trunk for me, please.
Sure. Um, the trunk latch is broke.
Sir, stay in the car, please.
- I will take the keys. - Sure.
What happened back here?
Oh, uh...
We were in Rosarita.
Madame Marie introduced us to some of her friends.
Came out this morning, and it looked like that.
You boys are lucky you got off with just a few stickers.
Yeah. Hey, you need some help back there?
You're gonna need to get rid of that wire. I think I got some pliers in here somewhere.
No, that's all right.
You guys have anything to declare?
Just that it's great to be back in the States.
Welcome home.
- Get in there. - Give me the Polaroid.
Quesadilla!
Just wanted to give your little brother something to remember you by.
- It was creepy. - How?
The way he laughed to himself, like something happened.
He was sitting alone for an hour. What could have happened?
- I don't know. - Maybe he's just creepy.
No, he was reacting to something.
- Oh, Ms. Kellis. - Detective Mackey.
I'm really sorry about hustling out on you earlier.
It did seem very abrupt.
Well, we had a tip about a Mexican drug lord being in town.
Anyway, we just brought him in.
Got him just as he was about to head back across the border.
Wanted by the feds on about 15 different counts. Pretty bad guy.
Uh, but I just wanted to sit with you and answer a few of your questions.
It can wait until tomorrow. Congratulations on the arrest.
- Aw, it's a team thing. - So, we'll talk tomorrow.
I look forward to it, Ms. Kellis.
Me too. And call me Lanie.
Unbelievable.
- Did anyone talk to him? - Who?
Armadillo, when he was in interrogation.
- Nobody was supposed to. - You check the tapes?
What was that?
What is that?
It's Mayda's barrette.
Oh, God. He knows.
Tio found someone with an emergency supply.
Enough to get him by till the next shipment comes in.
- Give me the leftover cash. - Here you go.
You know, even after writing off the car, we still come out ahead on this deal.
Asking for 50 grand for ruining your day was sweet, man.
- Give me your keys. - What?
I can't trust you with them anymore, so give 'em to me.
Come on.
Here you go.
- Where's Mayda? - A friend's house. Why?
Call and check.
- Mayda came to talk to us. - What?
- She told us about Armadillo. - No. I told her not to!
We think he knows she spoke to us.
She never what?
- She never showed up. I'll make the call. - Where is she?
- We'll find her. - He's gonna kill her! - We'll find her.
Hey. You okay?
Hmm?
- Mayda... - No!
- I'm here. It's okay. - Topo, let us get her to a doctor!
Stop!
- Stay away from us! - Stop!
Topo! Please!
Let us help her!
Topo, let us help her!
My guy in Denver got a hit on Corrine's driver's license.
She got a warning for rolling a stop sign last week.
- In Denver? - Colorado Springs.
He tracked the license plate, the address she gave.
Long story short...
he took this photo about three hours ago.
That's them, isn't it?
Yeah, that's them.
My guy lost 'em in traffic...
but if they're shopping for groceries there, they gotta be close by.
We're gonna get 'em, Vic.
- Can I keep this? - Yeah, sure.
I'll call you in a few.
Hey. I didn't know you made house calls.
This P.I. you've been meeting with, has he found them?
- Found who? - Your family.
I assume if they were here, your place would be in a slightly better condition.
At least now I know what's been making you so sloppy.
By this time next year, I'm gonna be on the city council.
In six years, I'm gonna be mayor.
By then, I'll have much bigger problems than you.
In the meantime, how do we solve this problem?
- I don't see a problem. - I do.
Her name's Lanie Kellis.
And as much as I'd love to see her take you down...
I don't need a scandal right now.
So you and I need to come to an understanding.
You and me? Right.
I don't see how you have much choice.
You don't want her and me gunning for you, right?
You're smart enough to know that.
- You're gonna watch my back. - Until the election.
In exchange for what?
You get your head back in the game.
Get your boys under control, and don't do anything to embarrass me.
How do I know I can trust you?
I guess we have a deal.
Fine.
This doesn't mean I like you. Try to screw me on this...
I'll bury you.