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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.

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.

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?

* *

* *

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.

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- Ernesto! - Hey.

- Hi! Oh! Hi.

- How are you? - Look at you!

No date? - Uh, no, mami.

We, uh--we broke up.

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.

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¿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.

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- Ernesto.

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- Bank statements. Here we go.

Okay, he found something.

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- 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?

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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!

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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.

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