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(beeping)

(doorbell rings)

Hey, what are you doing here?

Happened to be in
the neighborhood.

Thought I'd
bring dinner by.

Real dinner, not
that microwave stuff.

Hmm, you just happened to be
in the neighborhood, huh?

(door closes)

Maybe I didn't think
you should be alone tonight.

You remembered.

Of course I remembered.

Today's the anniversary.

One year ago today, your
entire family was slaughtered.

(gasps)

(sighs)

(sighs)

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ALLISON:
Marie.

Turn it down,
Marie.

But because it was so sweet

and pointless of you
to offer to come...

Marie, damn it.

(turns television off)

Don't get me wrong,

but you seem
a little, uh,

tightly wound
this morning.

Yeah, well, I feel a
little tightly wound.

My head is killing me.

That dream keeps rattling
around in my head.

Al, come on now, we stayed up
over an hour talking about that.

Yeah, I know.

Wouldn't want to miss out on the
cell phones and the gift bags.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
listen to me.

It was a bad dream,
a bad dream

about losing your kids,

and that's a dream that every
parent has at some point.

Yeah, I know, I was there
the first time you said it.

Then just think
about it, Al.

Everything you told me
about this dream--

all the places,
all the people--

you said yourself you didn't
recognize any of 'em.

Okay, so maybe, maybe,
don't you think that maybe

that just might mean
that it wasn't real?

And until you--
wait, hold on--

until you see something
that is real,

that makes it real, that's
the way we have to think.

'Cause we can't start
living our lives

like this is,
this is our last year.

We can't do that
to our kids.

I love you, too,

Mommy.
Marie,

Mom doesn't want you to read
the notes until lunchtime.

Otherwise, she'd just hand 'em
to you with your cereal

in the morning.

It's all right, Marie.

I'll write you a new note.

Hey, uh, don't forget.

I don't have Dad's car today,
so I'm going to need a ride

to the Art Institute
after school.

They're, uh,
having dance tryouts

for this summer's
dance program.

Uh, check your bag.

Oh, Mom, you didn't.

Okay, you do know
that I'm 16, right?

I don't think it's going
to fit me.

(laughs)

There are some onesies in here,
and I think some dresses.

Some of the stuff goes
all the way back to Ariel,

so feel free to toss
whatever you don't want.

Scanlon.

MAN:
Oh, my God!

Please, don't hurt me.

I beg you, no! Please!

Don't!
(thud, man yells)

I don't understand.

I know you're going to kill me.

Why not just kill me?

'Cause this is more fun.

(screaming)

SCANLON:
Allison?

You need something else?

Uh... who sits at this desk?

Uh, most of the time,
a detective named Luis Ruiz.

But, uh, he's been
out on assignment

for about two months.

Cloak and dagger stuff.

I actually have no idea
what he's doing. Why?

Everything I'm about
to tell you

is highly classified
information.

I'm sure you two
have heard about

what's going on down in Mexico.

The carnage, it's...

like nothing they've
ever seen before.

Gunfights in
the streets,

wholesale murder,
body count's

well into the thousands.

It's a drug war.

Two rival cartels
are fighting over

territories and distribution.

And now,
some of that fighting is

spilling over the border.
Seen a rash

of kidnappings and homicides
across Arizona

that we believe is connected
to what's going on down south.

Allison, that detective that you
think might be in danger,

he's actually been
working undercover

as a part of a joint
investigation

between us
and the Drug Enforcement Agency.

Miraculously, he's
managed to get inside

one of the cartel's operations
right here in Phoenix.

No law enforcement agency has
ever had a man in so deep

with one of these
organizations.

Well, that's great.

When's the last time anyone
actually heard from him?

Well, when a man is working
that deep undercover,

he can't be expected to check in
with any regularity...

Now that man that you
saw torturing him...

Yeah, the one with the burn
scar on his face.

Oh, my God.

This is him.

I was afraid of that.

Oswaldo Castillo.

He's, uh, he's been the cartel's
top enforcer for years.

Now, he specializes
in the assassination

of Mexican politicians

and judges.

We've suspected
for a long while

that the cartel has stationed
him here in Arizona.

But, um, no one's been able
to lay eyes on him.

His presence here would
certainly explain

this rash of violence.

Hey, you.

Okay, I'll ask.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Allison, everybody's been trying
to reach you for two hours.

3:00, Ariel?

Dance tryouts?

Art Institute?

Oh, my God, I...

I was supposed
to go get her.

I completely forgot.

It's okay.
She called me.

I postponed a conference call
and I got her there.

I don't understand.

How could she not get
ahold of me?

Well, she called your office

and they said you were
behind closed doors.

And we both tried your cell,

and it just went
straight to voice mail.

I don't even remember
turning this off.

(sighs):
Oh, God...

Al, you okay?

Yeah, it's nothing,
I just have this headache

and I just can't seem
to shake it.

Do you want me
to call Dr. Berman,

see if he can squeeze
you in first thing
in the morning?

Joe, It's a headache.
I know,

but I'm leaving
for San Diego tomorrow,

so if you're coming
down with something...

I'm not coming down with
something; it's a headache.

It'll pass.
Promise you.

You know, I can,
I can make it

through three
days without you.

If you really
want to help me,

why don't you get the girls
dinner and put them to bed,

so I can just crawl
under the covers

and try to sleep
this thing off?

Okay, go ahead.

Crawl away.

Hey.

By the way, she got in.

Ariel.

She nailed the tryout.

Excellent.

ALLISON:
Sorry I'm late.

That's okay.

You said it was important.

Oswaldo Castillo.

I think I might
have found someone

who knows where he is.
Who?

His doctor.

His name's Hector Cruz.

He's in Guadalajara, Mexico.
Wait a second.

Where'd you
come up with this?

I hired another
private detective.

You're telling me you hired
another private eye

to hunt for Oswaldo Castillo
after the last one

took all your money
and disappeared?

Do you not understand that I
do this for a living?

Well, according to him,

this Cruz is
some kind of mob doctor.

He treats wounded
cartel soldiers

after-hours in his clinic.

If we could just
get in there,

if we could
get into his files.

He's got to have
some kind of a way

to contact his patients.
Not necessarily,

if in fact, he's even really
Castillo's doctor.

If in fact, he's even gone
to see him in the last year.

Or ten years or whatever.

Not to mention the fact that
you're talking about Mexico.

I have no jurisdiction
in Mexico.

You know that.

And even if I did,

we don't know that
any of this is true.

I'm sorry.

The best I can do is to pass
this doctor's name along

to the Mexican authorities.

That's the best
you can do?

Look into his eyes
and you tell me

that you give a damn
about jurisdiction.

Look at him!

This is the man
who murdered your wife.

This is the man
who massacred my family!

No!

(cries)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

No, you didn't wake me.
It's only 8:30.

(door opens)

Yes, Mr. District Attorney.

Wherever you need me to go.

(sirens whooping,
indistinct radio transmission)

ALLISON:
What am I looking at?

Do you remember
the police officer

who was working
undercover?

The one you were
so concerned about?

That's him.

In the coolers in
about a dozen pieces.

This is, uh, this is his house.

Oh, my God, that poor woman.

Unfortunately, this is
pretty standard stuff

for these cartels.

Targeting the families
of their enemies,

of law enforcement agents.

Makes people think twice
about investigating them.

The DEA's going to be

setting up a task force
in our offices

until this is solved.

If it's all right with you,

I'd like to introduce you to my
colleague on the federal side.

He is the guy who's going
to be running their whole show.

Believe it or not, he lost
his wife to a cartel car bomb

just a few weeks ago.

They murdered his wife?

Agent Muñoz.

Special Agent
Daniel Muñoz,

I'd like you to meet
Allison Dubois.

Daniel Muñoz-- that's his name,
Special Agent Daniel Muñoz.

He's completely real.

I know, I hear you, I hear you,
I hear you.

He's real, Joe.
I didn't make him up.

He worked for the DEA.

Not only that,
they murdered his wife.

Who-who murdered
this guy's wife?

Oswaldo Castillo.

He did it with a car bomb.

He's a professional killer.

He works for this drug cartel.

He's the one that I saw

torturing that detective.
Okay.

This is it--
this is what he does.

He kills people.
He kills people's families.

Well, say something.

And we're next, right?
Me and the kids, we're next?

That's where you're
going, right?

Why do you say this
like it's a question?
I'm sorry, Allison,

I don't know how to continue
this conversation

unless it's a question.

How do you want
me to continue?

Like it's a certainty--

my death, my children's deaths,
they're absolutely certain?

Well, hey, let's just
go get the cyanide

and end it all
right now.

What the hell do you want me
to do, Allison? Come on.

Isn't it enough that
my life is over,

but now you're upset with me

because I'm not reacting to it
properly?

What is it you want me to do?

What is it I want
you to do?

What is it I want
you to do?!

I want you to get your ass
out of that damn bed,

and I want you
to keep us safe!

I want you to act
like you give a damn!

Like what I'm saying
matters to you!

Of course it matters to me,

It completely matters.

But I don't know what to tell
you to do about it

if you're already convinced
that doing anything is useless.

And I don't think that
waking the kids

by yelling at each other
is the answer either.

There were five ice chests.

Each with a different piece
of that police detective in it.

I understand.

And I believe
you, I do--

I absolutely believe you.

But I also believe that standing
out in the sun too long

is going to give me cancer,
but I'll be damned

if the kids and I are are going
to spend the rest of our lives

hiding in the dark.

What kind of an answer is that?

That's the only answer
I have, Allison.

I can't believe that
our fate is sealed, I can't.

Life is about choices.

You've just got to make
the right ones.

Well, what are they?

Okay, let's
say you're right.

Let's say that we're a target
for these cartel people

because you work
in law enforcement, okay?

Then the answer's pretty simple.

You got to stop working
in law enforcement.

You're right.

Of course I'm right.

I got to quit.

I mean, I know Devalos
is counting on me,

but I have to quit,

and I have to make sure
that they know that I did.

That's right, for the sake
of your family,

that's what you have to do,
absolutely.

I mean, there's no other choice,
is there?

I mean, if you're
convinced that
we're in danger,

if you're absolutely
certain of it,

no, yeah, you-you got to go
into work tomorrow,

you got to knock
on Devalos' door

and you got
to say, "I resign--

for the safety
of my family."

Of course, if you're
convinced that we're
all going to die anyway,

what's the point?

Which is why the choice
that I would advocate

involves two things.

First, that you embrace
the possibility

that these things that
you're dreaming about

might not be set in stone.

And secondly, secondly,

that you do your job,

you do your job as if
your life depended on it.

As if your family's life
depended on it.

And then-then you might be able
to find this guy, this...

Oswaldo Castillo.
Oswaldo Castillo.

You find him
and you put him away.

You put the people
that he works for away.

And then, there's no reason

for anyone to kill
your family anymore.

And there's no one left
around to do it.

MAN:
You sleep here?

It's Allison, right?

Well, I'm impressed, Allison.

None of my agents ever beat me
into the office.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

My wife's murder
is part of this case.

So is this
how it works?

Your thing-- you look at a file,
hope something comes to you?

(chuckles)

To be perfectly honest, I have
no idea how this thing works.

Or even if it's going to work
on any given day.

But, uh...

yeah, sometimes looking
at pictures, at a file--

sometimes it helps.

Please, I want to show
you something.

This is everything
we've got.

Had it expressed over

from my El Paso field
office last night.

Look at whatever you like.

My files are your files.

MAN (on television):
Hello, everybody!

Welcome to the...
Ariel, come on, hurry up.

Taxi's here to take me
to the airport.

The girls are going
to be late for school

if you don't leave soon.
I'm on it, Dad.
Don't worry.

Uh-oh, Marie's
doing it again.

Marie, you're supposed
to wait until lunchtime
to read Mommy's messages.

Hey, come on,
it's all right.

She doesn't have to wait
if she doesn't want to.

Come on, come on,
you guys got to get going.

Daddy, I can't read this.

Could you please read it to me?

"Marie, have a..."

Let me see yours,
sweetie, can I...?

There.

(sighs)

(doorbell ringing)

(doorbell ringing)

(doorbell ringing)

Hi. Is this 220 Dekalb?

I couldn't find any
number on your house.

Thanks.

Oswaldo.

Tu almuerzo.

I think I know
where we can find him.

I think I know where
Oswaldo Castillo's hiding.

Allison, you don't look well.

Maybe you and I should go
talk about this outside.

No, no.

I saw him.

I just saw Oswaldo Castillo.

He's at 220 Dekalb.

He's at an old lady's house.

I think her son
was a friend of his.

Why are you all

just sitting there?

Allison, your nose.

(man speaking Spanish
indistinctly)

(footsteps)

Mrs. Dubois.

Dr. Cruz.

Sorry to keep
you waiting, huh?

Not at all, Doctor.

Thanks for squeezing me in.

Please...

be patient with me.

My English is
a little weak.

We don't get too many tourists
from your country

in these parts of Guadalajara.

(speaking Spanish)

It says that you were hoping
to get a prescription today?

For pain medication?

Mm-hmm.

According to this, you are still
experiencing some pain

from a surgery
that you had a year ago?

A brain surgery.

I had a tumor growing
on my brain stem.

Usually I would just contact
my own doctor for the pills,

but since I wasn't
planning on being back

in the States
for a few days...

You thought you would visit
my humble clinic, huh?

You do realize, Mrs. Dubois,
you are not the first American

to cross the border in search
of narcotic pain medication.

I don't suppose you would have
some documentation

of your surgery.

A MRI perhaps.

Thank you, Doctor.

I understand.

I was just hoping not to cut
my vacation short,

but actually I feel like I got
everything I wanted.

Mrs. Dubois,

do you mind letting me
see your scar?

Pardon me?

Your scar.

I mean, if you did undergo
the procedure

you are describing to me,
it should not be a problem.

Who knows?

It might convince me to give you
the prescription you are after.

For the right price,
of course.

(gasps)

JOE:
Allison, hey, hey,
Allison, hey.

You're awake.

How you feeling? You okay?

My head hurts.

How long have I been here?

Just a few hours.

Listen, Al,

um, they ran some tests
while you were unconscious.

And I need to talk to you
about what they found.

The brain tumor. I know.

I know.

As you can see, you have
a sizable tumor growing

in the region of the medulla.

The medulla's part
of the brain stem.

It regulates
motor functions,

breathing,
heartbeat,

R.E.M. sleep.

The medulla's in charge
of all of that.

These headaches
you've been having?

They're a symptom
of your condition.

As the tumor grows,
there's less space

in your skull for your brain.

And that can cause something
called

elevated intracranial pressure.

And that can lead to all kinds
of side effects,

including difficulty
understanding

and expressing language.

Which might explain the garbled
notes you told me about.

So this tumor,

this thing inside
of her brain,

are we talking cancer?

We have no way of knowing
until we examine the tissue.

And we can't do that without
performing a surgical procedure.

A procedure that we need
to do in any event

to remove the tumor

and relieve the pressure
on the brain.

No, the tumor is benign.
I already know that.

That's good,
Mrs. Dubois.

It's important
to think positively.

No, you don't understand.

I know it's benign.

I heard you,
Mrs. Dubois.

And I'm aware
of your reputation.

But even if you're right,
it changes nothing.

We need to get in there.

The tumor is
growing quickly.

If we do not do
something soon,
very soon,

it can lead
to something

we call "herniation
of the brain."

And that can
cause paralysis,

coma... and even death.

It's okay.

None of those things
are gonna happen to me.

When do we do this?

As soon as
possible.

I'd like to schedule it
for tomorrow morning.

(gasps)

You want to open up my skull
tomorrow morning?

Okay, I'm fine
with that.

That's excellent.

Girls will be getting out
of school soon.

I want to bring them here

so we that can tell them
both together.

No.
What?

I want you to take the girls
and get out of Phoenix.

I don't care where you
guys go, just stay away.

What? Whoa-whoa-whoa.
What are you talking about?

You are in danger, Joe.

You, the girls.

Everything I've been
dreaming lately,

it's all coming true.

Allison...

And I know if you
and the girls stay here,

you're gonna die.

Allison...
you're ill.

Yeah, now,
but in the future,

in the future,
I am better.

I survive all this.

No! This is serious, Al.

You have a brain tumor!

You're asking me
on the eve of a surgery

that you might not survive,
to-to pack up our kids

and take them as far away
as I possibly can? No!

I'm not listening to your
dreams, not this time.

No!
Yes!

Hey, look at this!

Take a good, long look

'cause this is what
that tumor's doing to you

when you try to write.

Now imagine what it is doing
to you when you try to dream.

I don't care!
No!

Your dreams cannot be trusted
right now. No.

Hey... what if I'm right?

I know I'm sick.

And I know you're worried
about me.

(voice breaking): but please,
I beg of you, please?

(sobbing)
I don't want to survive this
if I can't have my family.

Okay. All right.

Okay, fine. You win.

Okay, I'll go home.

I'll take them to my sister's.

I'll tell them we want them
to stay there

so that I can stay here
in the hospital with you.

Joe!

No! That is the best
that I can do.

Because I need to be here

when you wake up
in the morning.

And I need to be here
every morning

until you're better.

And that is just the way
that it's gonna be.

(knocking)

Allison?

I, uh, I heard
about your illness.

I'm so sorry.

I won't stay long.

I just wanted
to let you know

that we went to that address
you gave us.

Found a bunch of weapons
hidden on the property,

men's clothes,

some fake I.D.s that belonged
to Oswald Castillo.

But not him?

Not him.

We must have just missed him.

He must have known
we were coming

because he left in a hurry.

Left behind his money,
his weapons.

This is a good thing.

We will find him.

I wish I could believe you.

I've dreamt about him, you know.

He wants to hurt my family.

I don't know when,
I don't know where...

but it's coming.

Ma'am, I know we don't know
each other very well,

but today you very nearly led me
to the man who murdered my wife.

These things you've been seeing?

I'm not gonna let 'em happen.

You're not gonna let them
happen.

That's why we're here.

That's why we're in this
together.

Good luck, Allison.

(doorbell rings)

Hey.

Sir, what are you
doing here?

I got the voicemail message
you left me this afternoon.

And you said some very
nice things, Allison,

but I have to admit
the message alarmed me.

All that talk about how glad
you are to have known me.

how appreciative you are of
everything I've done for you.

To be honest, Allison,
it sounded like a good-bye.

I was just depressed.

I guess I just called to say hi.

I got your voicemail
and I just... talked too much.

I'm sorry.

Can I come in?

Oh, sure.

You know, I know
we've been out

of touch for a while,

but I still consider you
a friend, and it's...

Listen, I just have
to ask you this.

You're not considering doing
anything drastic, are you?

No! No, I'm fine.

I mean, some days are
better than others,

but... no, I'm
not planning

on doing anything drastic.

Please.

You, uh...

you going somewhere?

I'm just going out of town
for a couple days.

I see.

Can you put it off?

What for?

Because I'd like you to come

to work for me again
starting right now.

What would I do?
I haven't had a dream in a year.

I don't care.

I'll hire you right now
as a paralegal.

You go back to school.

You finish getting
your law degree.

Look, as long as I have
a job, you have a job.

I don't think so.

Allison...

you have got to move on.

You owe it to the memory
of your family.

I owe it to the memory of my
family to do what I'm doing now.

I could have saved them...

Joe and the girls.

Allison...

Before that operation...

I was dreaming about Castillo.

I was on the path
to finding him.

And I would have found him,
I know it.

But after that surgery,

when I woke up,
it was just gone.

No more visions,
no more dreams.

It was like when they cut
that tumor out,

they cut out my gift, too.

If I'd just put off
that surgery,

my family would still be alive.

(gasping)

Hey. I'm back.

(TV playing)

Um,it's good that you're up.

The nurse said that they're
gonna take you in for surgery

in ten minutes, so I brought
you some stuff from home.

Um, the girls
all wrote you notes.

on paper napkins.

They're hidden in here.

Um, I wasn't supposed
to tell you.

What's the matter,
cat got your tongue?

(moaning)

(cell phone ringing)

Hello?

JOE:
Where the hell are you?

It's... It's okay, Joe.

Really, it's going to be okay.

No, it is not okay.

You ripped out your IV and you
snuck out of your hospital room.

You're supposed
to be in surgery right now.

Yeah, I know.
I can't have that surgery.

What did you say?

I can't have it.
At least not now.

It's going to take away
my dreams, Joe.

It's going to take away my gift.

Allison, what the hell
are you talking about?

Look, I had another dream
last night about the future.

And now... Ow.

And now I know
that if I let them operate,

it's going to be the last dream
that I ever have.

Allison, you're delirious.

You're not making any sense.

I need to keep dreaming.

I need to find out
how I'm supposed to save you.

After that, I swear, I will
come back to the hospital.

I will come back to you.

With any luck, it'll just be
a couple of days.

You could be dead
in a couple of days.

Tell Lee.

T-Tell Lee that he shouldn't
bother checking my credit cards

because I just used the cash
that I have in my purse.

I found a nice place to dream.

No, no, no, no. Allison.
Allison, listen to me. Listen.

I love you, Joe.

Whatever happens, you know that.

I love you more than anything.

(phone beeping off and closing)

(groaning softly)

(groaning)

* *

(Allison laughing)

* *

I heard about
your close call in Guadalajara.

Didn't expect to see you
back in the States so soon.

What can I say? I had
a very good doctor.

There's an extra $20,000 here.

Cabrera family.

They want to make sure
you know they appreciate

the level of cooperation
that you offer them.

(garage door opening)

What is that?

The garage door.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Her name's
Allison Dubois.

You killed her family
a little over a year ago.

Doctor's office
in Guadalajara.

You went there on
your own, didn't you?

You left a cell number
with the doctor.

He needed to contact you to give
you the results of a blood test,

see if your gunshot
wound had gone septic.

The investigator I hired tracked
the cell number this address.

That's how I got here.

Now, what are you
doing here, Daniel?

Well, I guess we know.

All right,
that's enough talk.

Wait a second.

What's that smell?

Don't worry about it.

Pull the trigger.

We can all go together.

I cut the gas line

before I closed
the garage door.

I figure, by now, all it will
take is one little spark.

You pull your trigger.
I'll pull mine.

Any spark will do.

Daniel.

Explain to me
how you can take money

from these people after
they did that to your wife.

Oh, see? You're not so psychic.

He didn't start taking money
after I killed his bride.

He was taking money for years.

You allowed them to murder her?

She figured out
what I was doing.

I didn't like it, but...

Hey, the past is the past.

Point is, nobody has to die now.

We can all walk away.

And you can walk away a very
wealthy woman, Miss Dubois.

I don't want that.

I don't want money.

I want to see my family again.

And we all know there's only
one way that I can do that now.

So, what is it going to be?

You're right.

Ladies first.

(gasping)

(elevator bell dings)

Agent Muñoz.

You're here.

Mr. District Attorney.

It's awfully early in the
morning to be seeing you.

Something up?

Well, we just received
an anonymous tip.

A citizen spotted someone

matching Oswaldo
Castillo's description.

Apparently, he's meeting with
two other men in a parking lot

outside a check cashing
facility in Point Breeze.

Right now?
We believe so.

Squad cars are on the way. You
can ride with me if you'd like.

Sure. Let me just stick this
in here and I'll be right down.

Did you warn him?

Allison, my God.

I thought you were having
surgery this morning.

What are you doing here?

I had to put it off.

I had to tell
the District Attorney about a...

dream that I just had.

What are you talking about?

Allison, no offense,
but you look terrible.

I don't think you know
what you're saying.

Sir! You can come in now.

(door opening)

What's going on? I thought we
were going after Castillo.

There was no tip.
We just told you that

so you would be compelled
to contact Oswaldo.

May I see your
phone, please?

Absolutely not. This is my
private phone. I just can't...

That cop you gave up,
Luis Ruiz.

He sat five feet from me
for the past three years.

I know his kid.

Give me that phone now
or I'll arrest you

for obstruction of justice
and then I'll take it from you.

This is insane.

I'm a Federal Agent.
You just can't bully me.

That really doesn't
matter much, Agent Muñoz.

Either you give
me the phone

or I go to the trouble
of getting a subpoena

and getting the records
from your carrier.

They'll give me every
call, every text,

and as I'm sure you're
aware, all I need to do

is prove that you
forwarded information

about Detective Ruiz
to the Cabrera cartel.

And that would make
you an accessory

to the murder of
a police officer.

You'd be looking at
the death penalty.

Or you can give
me your phone.

Tell me where Oswaldo
Castillo's hiding,

and I might just be
willing to settle

for putting you in jail
for the rest of your life.

Okay. We did it your way.

Now let's get you
to the hospital.

Allison?!

WOMAN (over PA):
Paging Dr. Stateman.
Dr. Stateman, please.

Hey. Joe.

Any news?

I haven't heard a thing.
She's still in surgery.

(sighing)

Well, I would have
been here sooner,

but your wife left me
a very busy man.

Daniel Muñoz
gave us the address

where Oswaldo Castillo
was hiding.

We arrested him
about two hours ago.

(whispering):
Oh.

Joe, I know that Allison
delayed her surgery

because she was afraid

that the cartel posed
a threat to your family.

You should know that they're
not a threat anymore.

You're wife's a hero, Joe.

I know that.

I've always known that.

Mr. Dubois.

Hi.

Maybe we should
speak in my office.

No. What's going on.
Just...

Tell me.
How's my wife?

The procedure
itself went well.

The tumor was benign.

And we were able
to excise it

almost entirely.
Okay.

There was a small portion

that had grown deeply into
the tissue of the brainstem.

If it continues to grow,

we think we'll be able to
eliminate it with radiation.

That's... Okay.

So, how long
before she's awake?

Your wife had a stroke
shortly before surgery.

The pressure in her skull,
it just got to be too much.

We went ahead with
the procedure anyway.

But now she is
completely non-responsive

and she's showing no
signs of consciousness.

And so far, we've been
unable to wake her.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dubois.

But until we can determine
the severity of the stroke,

it is impossible to predict

when or even if she will ever
come out of her comatose state.

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