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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate, yet
equally important groups:

the police, who
investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Hey!

Hey, Leo.

Mr. Tatum.

We just got you
back on the road.

What's going on?

What's going on is, you
sold me a bum camshaft.

By the time I got
back to Throggs Neck,

my car's spewing white smoke.

I want a new part, and
I want my money back!

Look, we'll make
it right, but...

free work, you know, it's
not a great business plan.

I got folks that
need to get paid.

Maybe I should call immigration.

They can explain that
predicament to them.

Excuse me?

You say "white smoke"?

Yeah, smoke that is white.

What you saw was not
smoke. It was steam.

It means you have water in
your combustion chamber.

Nothing to do with
your camshaft.

Did you buy gas
when you left here?

- So what if I did?
- At a discount gas station?

They sold you bad gas.

Your problem is with
them, not Mr. Leo.

Who is this guy?

I don't understand what
he's talking about!

T-this is Sunny.

He's telling you to get
the hell out of here.

He's just nicer
about it than I am.

There's a burn pattern
around the wound.

No stippling, though.

So he was killed
execution-style,

like he knew his killer.

- Any weapons?
- No.

No cameras back here either.

- How about a name?
- Sun Zhen.

His ID's on him.

Wallet's still there,
a little cash inside.

So we're probably not
looking at a robbery.

Maybe, except there's no
cell phone in evidence.

That's the victim's boss.

He confirmed he had a phone
on him, but it ain't here.

Maybe there's something
on the phone worth hiding.

Yeah.

Boss called 911?

Mr. Brooks.

How you doing, sir?

Detective Riley. This
is Detective Shaw.

Can you tell us what happened?

I-I was finishing up around back

with a late customer,
and I heard a shot.

And I knew Sunny was working
in here, so I hurried over,

and I saw some guy running away.

- Can you describe him?
- He was about my height.

Black hoodie...

Funky green design on the back.

I wish I could tell you more,

but it was dark, and
he was running fast,

and he got a-a pretty
good head start on me.

Okay.

Well, what can you tell
us about the victim?

You know, I-I hired Sunny
a-a few months back.

Uh, he's a great kid.
He worked his tail off.

He'd take any
hours I'd give him.

He didn't share a lot,

but I think he had some
serious money problems...

something about a-a sick sister

in and out of the hospital.

All right, thanks.

Well, not the easiest life.

Not the easiest death either.

What have we got?

Still no sign of
the victim's phone.

I'm trying to crack his cloud,
but no luck on that either.

Forensics are back

on the slug we
pulled from the vic.

Had some unique striations
and deformities.

Sure looks like
our murder weapon

was a Sig Sauer of some sort.

Anything else?

We figured out
that Sunny's father

went back to China in a hurry.

He was a member of an
immigrant money club.

They pool their funds.

They gave each other
no-interest loans.

It actually works
pretty well for a time

until someone runs off
with the whole pot,

like Sunny's father did...

stole 40 grand.

Which is unheard of
in this community.

These clubs are based
on honor, trust.

So you think somebody
maybe came after Sunny

to collect a debt?

Mahjong's supposed to
be a brain booster.

Helps keep the mind sharp,
prevents memory loss.

Oh, is that a factoid
or a suggestion?

If you want to pull up a chair,

I can handle this.
- Oh, easy, partner.

I'm not that much
older than you.

Here she is.

Ms. Tan?

Ms. Tan, we need to
ask you some questions.

Too busy. Come back later.

Do we get any
priority if we mention

that you are running an illegal
casino in the middle of Queens?

Ooh, I see.

You are here to meet
your monthly quota

to harass Chinese people.

No, this is a murder
investigation.

So we can talk here
or the precinct.

"Murder"?

Sunny Zhen. He's dead.

Nobody here would hurt Sunny.

We loved him like our own son.

His father ran off with a
lot of money... your money.

Our club's money, yes.

And there was no one more
hurt by that than Sunny.

Shame... it crushed him.

He gave us every
spare dime he had

to pay his father's debt

until Sunny lost his job.

Thought he worked
at the auto garage.

Sunny was a chemist.

He was a graduate student
at Hudson University.

Then he lost his job

and his student housing, too.

He was in a very bad way.

He worked at the garage
just to scratch by.

So why did he lose his job?

The university accused him of...

stealing secrets
for the Chinese.

Was Sunny a spy?

Answer's no.

I cannot tell you what
Sunny Zhen was working on.

Our work is related
to national security.

Pentagon pays the bills.
That comes with rules.

So maybe you want to ask them.
- We're asking you, Dr. Chen.

You hired him as a grad student.

You recruited him
to your program.

You trained him in
polymer chemistry.

He gets accused of being
a spy for the Chinese,

and then someone executes him.

Now, we're trying
to find out why,

and you're hiding behind
a grant from the Pentagon.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You don't think that I...

You tell us, Doc.
That's the whole point.

Just because...

somebody calls the
university to report

that Sunny was a spy
does not make it true.

So you think the tip was bogus?

Yes. Of course I do.

If this country ever
suffers a chemical attack

and you survive,

Sunny Zhen would be
on the list of people

you would want to write
a thank-you note to.

That's the work that we do here.

Sunny was a brilliant chemist.

All he wanted to do
was save lives...

American lives.

So why not fight for him?

You've got tenure. You're
not going anywhere.

Because it's 2025.

The university is not going
to risk federal funding

to stand up for an immigrant
who is even accused

of giving proprietary
information to the Chinese.

The accusation is all it takes.

A real profile in courage, huh?

It's a profile in reality.

So why would somebody
call in a tip

falsely accusing Sunny
Zhen of being a spy?

Turns out Sunny Zhen
was not a spy after all.

The university nor the
Feds could corroborate

any of the claims that
were made against him.

There's no evidence Sunny was
in touch with anybody in China,

including his own father.

Okay, so if Sunny wasn't a spy,

why was someone claiming he was?

It's just a weird thing to do.
- Revenge.

There was this other
grad student...

this guy Eli Randall
was pumping out papers

with incredible numbers,
like, groundbreaking stuff.

If they were true.

But Sunny Zhen is the one who
figured out that they weren't.

So he brought his
concerns up to Dr. Chen,

because when you're dealing
in chemical warfare...

- You can't fudge the data.
- Right.

So Dr. Chen fires Eli Randall,

and then the next day,
"somebody" calls the university

and claims that
Sunny Zhen is a spy.

Well, maybe the phony
chemist got Sunny fired.

It wasn't enough,
and he killed him.

I buy it.

Pick him up.

It's not what you think!

We don't go off
of what we think.

We go off of what we
know. We're the cops.

So, for instance, we know

that you moved back
in with your parents

after Dr. Chen kicked
you out of the lab.

We also know that your father
has three registered firearms,

one of which is a Sig Sauer...
same make as the murder weapon.

No, no, no, m-my dad keeps
his guns in his safe.

His fingerprint is the
only thing that opens it.

We also checked your smartwatch.

Got the GPS off of that,

so we found out that
you were outside

of Sunny Zhen's apartment
two days before the murder.

I did not do this,
okay? I swear.

Okay, look,

I did go over there, but
it was to patch things up.

Guy gets accused of murder,

all of a sudden,
he's Gandhi now, huh?

It's the truth, okay?

Look, Sunny and I
both lost our jobs.

The reality is, I had
a financial cushion.

Sunny didn't.

I will be fine. Sunny was not.

And I heard that he was
struggling to make ends meet.

I knew that his sister was
sick, and I felt responsible.

Because you were responsible.

I-I couldn't keep up.

The rest of the grad students
were really smart, okay?

And the pressure to
succeed was crazy, and...

I fudged some data.
- You did way more than that.

You ruined Sunny Zhen's life

because he was smarter than you,

and you couldn't
take that, could you?

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

And I hate myself for it.

But that's why I went over
there to patch things up.

So a couple nights ago,

I went over to his apartment
to bring him some money.

Really? How much you give him?

Nothing. I didn't
get that far.

And why is that?

Sunny wasn't alone.

Not alone, like with a
woman? He's having a party?

What does that mean?

When I got there,
he was out front

with this dude
leaning against a car.

And so I went over to them,

and the guy he was
with waves me off,

tells me to take a walk.

And I'm like, who
the hell are you?

And...

the guy flashes a gun at me.

For real, okay?

And he tells me to get the
hell out of there, so I did.

What'd this guy look like?

It was really dark, and, um...

I-I-I was really scared.

I mean, I'm pretty
sure he was Hispanic.

What about the dude's car?
You know the make and model?

Randall said the guy
who threatened him

was driving a red BMW
with tinted windows.

Now, this... same car outside

of Sunny Zhen's building
two days before the murder.

Did you get a look
at the driver?

We did not, but
we ran the plates.

Came back to Ernesto Ruiz.

Who's that?

Nobody, not even
a parking ticket,

but check out who his daddy is.

Antonio Ruiz.

Drug dealer.

The one and only.

We went after him
a bunch of times

in my days in Narcotics...
just couldn't pin him down.

Okay, can you tell me

what all this has to
do with Sunny Zhen?

Ruiz likes to cook
his own fentanyl.

Okay, so we have a murder
victim who was a chemist,

who was fired, needed
money, and happened to be

in possession of a
very special skill set.

That would have been very
valuable to a drug dealer.

Okay.

Go find Ernesto Ruiz.

Ernesto Ruiz came
to us last year

through Teach for America.

He's a godsend... to
staff and students.

You do know who his father is?

Sure. People talk.

But sometimes the apple
does fall far from the tree.

My understanding is
Ernesto has money

and doesn't even
need to be here.

His heart is called to serve.

Can I just ask
what this is about?

No.

Okay.

Nice.

Mr. Ruiz, I'm so
sorry to interrupt.

These gentlemen need
to speak with you.

- Bye, Mr. Ruiz.
- All right, see you later.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Make sure you study
for tomorrow's quiz.

- Oh!
- Yeah.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah.

We are investigating a murder.

A murder? Who... who died?

A man named Sunny Zhen.

And this...

is your car parked
outside of his building

two days before the murder.

That's my car, but I've never
heard of that name before,

and I wasn't there.

Uh, sometimes I loan
my car to friends.

That's convenient, isn't it?

Sure is.

Kind of gives you an excuse
for anything, doesn't it?

All right, I'll bite.
Who'd you loan your car to?

Come on, man.

We have an eyewitness
that puts you there,

says that you threatened
him with a gun.

What? That's ridiculous.

How about this? Is
this ridiculous, too?

That's two blocks
from the murder scene.

15 minutes later, Sunny
Zhen was dead, so...

what, you loan your car
out that night, too?

I have nothing to do with this,

and I'm not saying another word.

Better call a sub.

Hey, look, we need a warrant
for Ernesto Ruiz's vehicle.

It's a BMW that was seen
in the area of the murder.

We got to scrub it for evidence
before he wipes it down

or dumps it off a
bridge or something.

So you're saying you
think he's good for this?

All we know is that we don't
have enough to hold him.

On one hand, he's a
middle school teacher

doing the Lord's
work and all that,

and he's got no
criminal history,

no history of violence,

but his dad is a
major dope pusher.

And the guy he was talking
to, Sunny Zhen... a chemist.

So you think he is in
the family business?

I mean, it works for me.

We also have an
eyewitness, Eli Randall,

who picked him
out of a six-pack.

So let's start with
a search warrant,

and we'll impound
Ruiz's vehicle.

Thank you.

Lou, we got something for you.

Crime lab found traces of
Sunny's blood in the red BMW.

Okay, good.

They also found DNA evidence
of somebody else in the car.

Omar Nuñez... pride
of the South Bronx,

also Ernesto Ruiz's first cousin

and a documented foot soldier
of Ernesto's father, Antonio.

He's got a long
sheet, this guy...

violent, most
recently did two years

for distribution of a controlled
substance... fentanyl.

And when Sunny Zhen was killed,

his boss said that the
suspect fled the scene

in a black sweatshirt with
a green emblem in the back.

Okay, confirm with the boss
that the pattern is the same.

H-hold on, Lou.
Check this out.

One more thing.

So that...

That's a Sig Sauer,

same manufacturer as
our murder weapon.

Well, arrest him.

Omar Nuñez, a quick word.

NYPD! Stop!

- NYPD!
- Stay where you are!

NYPD! Stop!

Where you going, Omar?

You got somewhere better to be?
- Hands.

You know we got an eyewitness

that puts you at
the murder scene

in this sweatshirt?

Yo, I lost that sweatshirt
a long time ago.

Must've been somebody
else your "witness" saw.

Well, our forensics team
said the murder weapon

was a Sig Sauer... a
lot like that one there.

Now, we didn't find
that in your apartment,

which I'm guessing
you already knew

because you ditched it
someplace, didn't you?

We found your
burner phone, Omar.

It was sitting right
there on the countertop

next to a pack of cigarettes
and a box of condoms.

Yeah, so you ain't got to
say nothing to us, bro.

This phone...

is going to do all the singing.

You recruited Sunny
to cook fentanyl.

He changed his
mind. He wanted out.

He even sent you a text. We
got that right here. Look.

"I saw what I saw. I
can't do this anymore."

Three hours later, you
put a bullet in his head.

So, tell us, what did he see?

What did Sunny Zhen see that
he wasn't supposed to see?

Don't know nothing
about this, man.

Come on, man, this ain't
looking good for you, bro.

We have all the receipts.

We know who your
boss is, too, Omar.

You want to give
us Antonio Ruiz,

things might look a
little bit better for you.

Why don't you tell us what
Antonio's been up to...

or maybe his son Ernesto?

Yeah, how about that?

Is Ernesto involved in this?

Nah!

Ernesto got nothing
to do with this, man.

Y'all leave his ass out of it.

Yeah, we're done here.

No more questions for my client.

We have a decent
case against Omar,

but so far, he is
unwilling to cooperate.

Then we need to try harder.

Omar's a grunt, a soldier.

Antonio Ruiz is the real deal.

5,000 New Yorkers died last
year from a fentanyl overdose.

We have an opportunity to
make a real statement here,

to punish one of
the perpetrators

and get some of that
garbage off the street.

Obviously, we would
like that, too.

But Omar isn't willing to flip.

We talked to his
attorney this afternoon.

What about Antonio's
son Ernesto?

We have a case against him?
- Mm, not really.

What does that mean?

It means we can
put Ernesto's car

in the neighborhood where
the murder took place

around the time of the murder,

but we can't necessarily
put Ernesto there.

And we also know from
Omar's burner phone

that he lied to Ernesto
about why he needed a ride

on the night of the murder,
so even if he was there...

You really believe
this kid is innocent?

We can't prove otherwise.

We're trying to nail
the father, I get it,

but there's a world in
which Ernesto is guilty

of nothing more than
being a drug dealer's son.

There is a bigger prize
to be won here, guys.

Take another run at Omar.

- Sam.
- Yeah?

What's going on?

You seem determined to stick
up for this Ernesto Ruiz.

Yeah, he's a schoolteacher.

He's got no record, but
his car was at the scene.

We do have reason to think
he might have been involved.

Yeah, I know. I just...
I don't think it's...

In my family, I
was "the project."

The whole family organized
around one thing... me...

getting me a good education,
pushing me to the top

so that eventually I can
pull everybody up with me.

Yeah, okay, that's the beauty

of the American
immigrant experience.

I'm not looking for a medal.

I'm just trying to
tell you that...

Do you know what
paid for all of this?

Uh, uh, yeah.

I thought your father ran
a Lebanese restaurant.

Do you have any idea how
much baba ghanoush it takes

to pay for law school?
- No. I'm guessing a lot.

Well, the restaurant
never made any money.

But the sportsbook my father
ran out the back door...

well, that did pretty well.

Now here I am... public servant,

making good on that
promise to my family.

That was my father.

So, yes, immigrant
stories are beautiful...

but they can be
complicated, too.

I spoke with Omar's
lawyer again.

They're still not
interested in cooperating.

So we move forward.

Good news is, our
case is strong.

Who knows? Maybe
he'll get cold feet

when he sees all the
evidence we have against him

and the prospect of spending
the rest of his life in prison

begins to set in.

Nolan, Sam, we need to talk.

- About what?
- Omar Nuñez.

He's dead.

7:24 a.m., just another day.

Guy shaved his
toothbrush into a knife.

Kid died before he got
to the operating table.

Wow.

Now we just need to figure
out if it's connected

to Sunny Zhen's murder or...

If prison is just
a violent place.

Correct.

Here's what I can
tell you on that.

The guy who killed
Omar is doing life...

no history of mental illness,

never committed an act of
violence before on the inside.

Did he say anything
after the attack?

One thing, one thing only.

He claimed he'd been
beefing with Omar

from a fight on the
basketball court.

That was a lie.
- How do you know?

We maintain a
record of every step

these guys take in this place.

These two men had never
been on the yard together

at the same time, not once.

As far as we can tell, the
first time they ever met,

this guy put a
knife in Omar's eye.

It's pretty clear
that was a hit.

Antonio Ruiz is
obviously concerned

about what was going
to come out in court.

All right. Thank you.

Had the warden at Rikers
pull the visitor log.

Get this... the
inmate who killed Omar

hadn't had a visitor in
four months until yesterday

when his daughter shows up
for the first time in a year.

That would be, uh,
quite a coincidence.

You went to go visit your father

the day before the murder.

So?

So it is of note that after
not seeing your father

for a year, you go to visit him,

and then he kills
somebody the next day.

What, it's a crime to
visit my father in prison?

Ms. South, you know how much
money you had in your account

Monday morning?

- A couple hundred bucks.
- $87.

You know how much you had
at the end of the day?

$5,087, which means that
you went down to the bank

and you deposited
five racks in cash.

So, no, it's not a crime to go
visit your father in prison,

but it is a crime to be
an accessory to murder.

If, for example,
somebody paid you

five grand to pass
your father a message.

Where'd you get the money?

I don't know.

Enough of this. Let's go.

Go? Go where?

- We're going to jail, Melanie.
- No!

Your kid's gonna
be born in prison.

Is that what you want?
- No.

No, no, please,
please, I just...

I wasn't in a position to
turn down that kind of money.

Well, here's the
position you're in now.

Last chance... where'd
you get the money,

and what did they
want in return?

Our killer's daughter
visited him at Rikers

before the murder, gave
him a two-word message...

Omar Nuñez.

And she says this
guy, Alfred Arroyo,

paid her to deliver the message.

It's a long sheet,
not a nice man.

Yes, and according to Narcotics,

he is a documented
lieutenant of Antonio Ruiz

and also did time at Fishkill

with the guy who
killed Omar Nuñez.

You got a ping order on Arroyo?

Just came in.

Riley and Shaw are on it...
somewhere near Mott Haven.

Okay, our boy's pulling over.

There's Arroyo.

Arroyo!

NYPD! Hands up!

Let's do this nice and
easy. Get on the ground.

Get on the ground!

Hey! Gun! Gun!

2-7 Squad. 10-13,
10-13, shots fired.

- Riley!
- I'm good!

Advance!

Suspect down.

Nothing of note in
Arroyo's apartment.

How much weight we got?

About 12 pounds, give or take.

Uh-oh.

Car's got OnStar...

which means if we
track the GPS...

Find out where this
guy got these drugs.

Careful.

Well, it's clear.

Jesus.

Okay.

M30 pills.

Thousands of them.

This is a major operation.
- Yeah.

Door number three?
- Mm-hmm.

Weights.

Check that out.

- How many?
- That makes 13.

Dear God.

So far, we've been able to
ID 6 out of the 13 bodies.

They're all junkies,
sex workers,

undocumented immigrants.

All people who lived on
the margins of society.

People who could disappear.

And one... her family
reported her missing,

said that she's been hanging
out with two Latino guys.

They asked her if
she wanted to party.

She got in the car.
They drove off.

Never saw her again.

We showed them photos
of Omar Nuñez...

and Alfred Arroyo.

They ID'd them as the two men.

And both of these guys
work for this man.

Antonio Ruiz.

And these are all overdoses?

Fentanyl... mixed and cooked
with the same chemicals

that Omar Nuñez and
Sunny Zhen acquired.

And we know from their
texts that they were trying

to cook something new...

a bigger, stronger
type of fentanyl.

So these 13 people
were all guinea pigs?

Seems that way.

They were all taking
an experimental drug,

so they were either going
to end up very high or dead.

Now, we know that the man
behind this is Antonio Ruiz.

Problem is, we just
can't prove it.

Then why don't you let
us take a crack at that?

Press is going nuts.

My phone's been
ringing off the hook.

People want answers...

the mayor, the AG,
the governor, me.

I went over the texts

that were recovered from
Omar Nuñez's burner phone.

I think I might've found
a foot in the door.

Yeah? What's that?

We use the son to
get to the father.

Ernesto? The schoolteacher?

No, Ernesto, the son
of the drug dealer

who kills his rivals
and associates alike

and experiments on human beings.

An hour before the
murder of Sunny Zhen,

Omar asks Ernesto for a ride.

"Yo, take me to
Washington Heights.

"This dude ripped off my girl,
sold her a fake necklace.

Got to go bitch-slap
this"... person.

Omar used more
colorful language.

"Get my girl's money back."

And Ernesto said yes,
gave Omar a ride,

which means Ernesto was
aware of a predicate crime

before Sunny Zhen's murder?

In fact, he laughed it off.

When Omar said he was gonna
go bitch-slap someone,

Ernesto replied, "TMI, LOL.

Okay, pick you up in 10."

That makes Ernesto
guilty of felony murder.

I mean, it's aggressive.

Felony murder statute
is obviously meant

to punish real accomplices,

not necessarily someone who
unwittingly gave his cousin

a ride to bitch-slap someone.

If we do this,
Ernesto is gonna be

the only one held accountable
for Sunny's murder.

Ernesto.

Not Omar, not
Antonio... Ernesto.

And for what, for giving
his idiot cousin a ride?

Ernesto knowingly
participated in

a felony that had
fatal consequences.

That's the law.
- Technically speaking, yes.

But this so-called
predicate crime...

shaking down some guy who
supposedly sold fake jewelry...

it was a lie.
- I know.

Omar made the whole thing
up. He lied to Ernesto.

But that doesn't matter legally.

But it does matter ethically.

Omar never mentioned Sunny Zhen.

He never mentioned drugs,

and he certainly never
mentioned murder.

Sam, we just hauled 13 people
out of that damn river.

We need to pull on
every lever we have

to take down the
man responsible.

I get it, I do, but we've
looked into this hard,

and there's zero evidence

that Ernesto is actually
involved... zero.

Are we really okay
punishing Ernesto

for his father's sins?

We don't have a choice.

We need to squeeze
Ernesto as hard as we can.

You guys can't do this.

You can't just show
up at my school

and pull me away like we're
in some Third World country.

Let's go.

That's my place of employment.

I have relationships there
with teachers and parents.

Okay, listen, we needed
to do this quietly.

Truth is, we're trying
to keep you safe.

Safe from what? What is this?

Take a seat.

But I had nothing to do with
that man Sunny getting killed.

I've never met him.
I've never heard of him.

I-I didn't even know
that this happened

until you told me it happened.

If we move forward
and win the trial,

you would spend the rest
of your life in prison...

Unless you're
willing to cooperate.

- "Cooperate"?
- We need you to wear a wire.

- What the hell do you need...
- We want your father.

My father?

Help us procure
evidence against him,

and we will drop the
felony murder charges.

No. No. Hell, no.

I'm not gonna help you concoct
some case against my father.

"Concoct"? No, we're not
asking you to do that.

We're simply asking you to
help us procure evidence,

evidence that will hold
him accountable for murder.

What the hell did you just say?

- You heard me.
- He's not a killer.

Are you really that
naive, or delusional?

Look,

I know he's not a saint,
but he's not a killer.

The only ones who
die in that life

are the people who deserve it.

So your cousin Omar...

he deserved it?

What?

Your father had him
killed in prison.

No.

No.

That's...

That's impossible.

Me and Omar grew up together.

He would never have somebody
killed in the family, never.

You're wrong.

We have strong evidence

that proves that your
father ordered that hit.

But...

that's not really
why we're here.

This is why we're here.

13 bodies, Ernesto.

13.

No, don't look away.

Look at your father's handiwork.

You need to
understand who he is.

He used them to test fentanyl.

And if they died, so what?

He just threw them
away like trash.

Those bodies were
dumped in the water

behind some storage containers
where we found a fentanyl lab.

Now, those containers
are in a lot

that was purchased
back in January

by a company called VexCore.

We need to prove that
your father owns VexCore.

Fine.

I'll do it.

But to prove you wrong.

- Ernesto!
- Hey.

Hi! Oh! Hi.

- How are you?
- Look at you!

No date?
- Uh, no, mami.

We, uh... we broke up.
- Oh.

Well, you can do
better, so much better.

Look at you. You're
so pretty. Oh, my God.

Your father is at the grill
because he doesn't want to talk

to anybody, as usual.

You, he will talk to you.
- Yeah.

- Okay?
- Okay.

¿Cómo estás, papá?

Hey, mi'jo. Let me
make you a plate.

All right, we got a
positive on Antonio Ruiz.

All units, stand by.
Get ready to move.

You know, I'm gonna
go use the restroom.

It was a long drive.
- Okay.

Ernesto.

Bank statements. Here we go.

Okay, he found something.

No.

No, no, no.

Now get out of there, kid.

Found what you were
looking for, mi'jo?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

We got to get
Ernesto out of there.

I agree, but let's
let Antonio talk.

Maybe he incriminates himself.

Why don't you show me
what you just took?

What the hell have you done?

What are you talking about?

Did you have Omar killed?

Did you test your
drugs on actual people?

Answer me!

Show me what you just took.

Dios mío.

What have you done,
my stupid little boy?

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

What have you done?
What have you done?

All units, move. Go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

You were my only son!

- My only boy!
- On the ground!

- For you!
- Hey! On the ground!

Aah!

I got you. I got you.

How could you do this to me?

- No, no, no, no, no!
- Ernesto!

- Here, take him.
- Ma'am.

After everything I've
done for this family?

- Take him! Take him!
- For you, Ernesto!

- You can't be here!
- Antonio! Mi vida!

Ernesto!

The goal is complete anonymity.

You'll get a new last name,
new birth certificate,

and check in with the
U.S. Marshals once a year.

Other than that,
you're a free man.

You really think you
can keep me alive?

We do the best we can.

But there are two golden
rules in Witness Protection.

Never contact your family.
Don't come back home.

It's up to you, Ernesto.
You don't have to do this.

No. Let's do it.

We'll have someone take
you to the airport.

But I want to see
my mother first.

She was supposed to be here.

You said you were
gonna call her.

- Ernesto...
- I just...

I want to see her before I go.

We called her.

Unfortunately, she's not coming.