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Dominguez looks strong.

Even better than she did
two weeks ago, huh?

I haven't seen her
since the hospital.

-How's the leg?
-I'm good.

How's the interrogating?

You still haven't done
any interrogations?

We need to chat
with Flaco Navarro.

He's the head
of the 63rd Street Chacales.

Call them off!

You owe me now, Mama.

You're driving in your car.

A little girl runs
into the road in front of you.

You slam on the brakes,
but it's not enough.

Your car flips and...

crash.

♪ Who by water... ♪

When you wake up,

you feel different.

♪ Who in the nighttime... ♪

Before the crash,

you walked by this church
a million times.

After the crash,
instead of walking by...

you walk in.

♪ Slow decay and who... ♪

You walk in

and you think about the person
you were before the crash.

All the things you said.
All the things you did.

All the things
that made you who you are.

♪ And who
in her lonely slip... ♪

And you wonder
where that person went.

But what you might not know
is that everyone around you

feels like they were in a crash
of their own.

♪ Who by avalanche... ♪

After the crash,
they feel different, too,

right along with you.

And you're all just
sitting there, wondering

if there's a way to get back
to the people you were before.

Look at me.

♪ Is calling... ♪

Is there anything
you can remember

about where he was calling from?

I left him.

♪ Who by accident. ♪

It's my fault this happened.

Hey. You're up early.

Sorry. Was it too loud?

No. It's fine.

I needed to get home
and showered anyway.

Your shower really sucks.

Who died?

No one.

I'm prepping
for my first interrogation.

Oh...!

Baby's first interrogation.

Look how your face lit up.

How do you feel?

You excited?

Nervous?

Hungry.

I'll make some eggs.

Hail Mary,

full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

What the hell's this?

You following me, Flaco?

What? Y'all be popping up on me
all the time.

At the park, at my crib.

Guess I be popping, too.
Surprise.

You need to pop your ass into
that confessional over there.

I'm not the one pulling guns out
on innocent old ladies.

You know that was my tía
you drew down on, right?

Yeah, I know.

But something tells me
she's not that innocent.

I saved your boy's life.

The little redhead.

His ass would've been folded
had I not intervened.

So it's like I told you before...

you owe me, Mama.

Don't think
I won't stab you in a church.

Give my love to your tía.

Noticed you walked here.

It's quite a hike.

You're not driving no more, huh?

I get it.

I'd be gun-shy, too,

if I flipped my whip
like a Hot Wheel.

You're not a tad curious
what I want?

Benefits us both.

Okay, what?

It's easier if I show you
than tell you.

Come on, Mama. Live a little.

It's not just the church.

After the crash,
you find yourself walking

into a lot of places
you never would have before.

If either of you try anything,

I swear to God,
I will cut you both.

Understood.

What'd I tell you, homie?

She's a little gangster.

My boy Manny here didn't think
you was gonna come.

Ye of little faith.

Thing is,

no matter how hard you try
to go back,

you're not the same person
you were before the crash.

And you never will be.

-The hell's Gibbs and Dominguez?
-I don't know.

Gibbs was over here
a minute ago.

Yeah, I know.
He wouldn't shut up

about me putting him
in interrogation.

That was today?

I could've sworn
that was yesterday.

It was yesterday.
The day before that, too.

Damn kid won't shut up about it.

Why don't you just let him do
an interrogation?

You know what happened to Carl.

Yeah, I do.

Oh.

Oh, there he is.

Hell's he doing,

-taking a stroll?
-I'll go get him up to speed.

Mike.

How goes it, Chief?

Sorry.

Pulled into
the wrong parking lot.

That plaza a ways back.

I got Gibbs searching
for sand dollars,

you parking at Dairy Queen,
body's right here.

-There was no Dairy Queen.
-What's all this about?

Figured kid was
out surfing, lost his board.

The rip cord
attaches to the ankle,

not the waist, Mike.

Then I'm stumped.

Some sort of abrasion.

Seems fresh.

Irritated by the salt water.

Hey. There's something
poking up here.

I need to get this off,
take a look.

How stoked am I?

First case back.

It's paradise, basically.

To go from the desk to this,
it's like,

"Pinch me," you know?

-What'd I miss?
-Oh.

Victim is still unidentified.

Group of sailors
doing formations found him.

No signs of foul play,

so we're thinking
it's a drowning.

By the way,
what are you doing over here?

I was looking for Lala.

Thinking she might've gone
to the wrong part of the beach.

Yeah, no, it's a...
That's a public beach here.

Navy beach starts over here.

Oh, crap.

Did I forget to pick her up?

No. It was my turn.

Yeah. I waited outside her place
for 20 minutes.

-She wasn't there.
-Maybe she spent the night

at her sister's last night?

Sternum's broken
at the upper joint.

It's an injury
consistent with CPR.

Someone tried to save him,
then just left him?

Whoa! Lala's sister get
a new pimped-out ride?

What's the matter?
Y'all never seen a woman

hop out of an Impala before?

Come on. Let's get this body
loaded up. Let's go.

Hey. I waited for you
at your place.

Sorry. I got held up.

Well, you could've paged me.
I would've waited longer.

It's okay. I got a ride.

My neighbor brought me.

Hey, gang. What do we got?

How's it hanging, Cliff?
You getting settled back up

in your lair?

This body that washed up
on the beach...

what are you thinking?

I'm thinking I've had the case
for all of 20 minutes.

The only reason
I'm back up in that office:

my solve rate, Mike.

My uncanny ability to get the
best out of all of my agents.

Now, if I want to stay up there,
that has to continue.

What's that got to do with me?

Means let's get this beach thing
closed and quickly.

All right?

Dot those I's, cross those T's.

Dotting and crossing
is what I do.

By the way, Gibbs asked me
to put in a good word

about him interrogating.

That damn kid. He's obsessing.

Why don't you
just let him do it?

You know what happened to Carl.

-What happened to Carl?
-His first interrogation...

he got all worked up, couldn't
hold on to his biscuits.

-He vomited?
-All over the suspect's shoes.

Well, just tell Gibbs not to eat

-before he goes in.
-It ain't that simple, Cliff.

I put a lot of hours
into this kid.

Been a big investment.

If I let him go
into that box early,

I've seen it blow
guys' whole careers.

I thought
Carl was just incompetent.

You're saying he never reached
his full potential? Hmm?

Franks,

I gave Randy
your missing persons list.

-He's going over it now.
-Thank you.

Oh, Phil called.
He said there's gonna be a delay

-in processing your evidence.
-Why?

Woody went to Boca
to celebrate his mom's birthday.

Okay. I guess.

Gail, I'm gonna be upstairs
decluttering with Wheeler.

Oh, yeah. Barrett really made
a mess of that office

with all those papers
and cigars.

If I don't get
all of that out of there,

Wheeler's OCD is gonna get
the best of him.

I thought he had IBS.

It don't got to be
one or the other, Gail.

Yeah.

L-O-U-G-H...

Hey.

Did you get an I.D.
on your John Doe?

I heard he was, uh, wearing
an umbilical cord or something.

You got a minute?

Yeah. Hey.

Carl, we need the space.

On the phone, Vera.

Yeah, with Blockbuster,
complaining about your charges.

Uh, I got to call you back.

That's right.

Next time, either rewind

your little nudie films
and return them on time

or pay the penalty.

Hmm, hmm. What's up?

You know this guy?

Uh, yeah.
That's Rico Luna, right?

Yeah, I know him.

He, uh, used to run
with the 63rd Street Chacales.

But I heard he splintered off,
started doing his own thing.

Why?

I think he killed someone.

Yeah. He's one of Flaco's guys.

They are all killers.
You know that.

You okay?

And what's this I hear

about your neighbor giving you
a ride to the crime scene?

Next time, just call me.

It wasn't my neighbor.

'Cause...

Okay, well,
Gibbs said that you...

I know what Gibbs said. I lied.

Why? Who dropped you off?

Sup, Vera Strickland?

It's Randolf on the mic.

-Have you seen Lala?
-I'm right here, Rando.

Oh, phenomenal.

Could you please head over
to the bullpen?

'Cause we just got an I.D.
on our body.

Yeah. I'll be right there.

You just gonna leave me hanging?

We'll talk later.

Victim is Miguel Castillo.
19 years old.

He's a sophomore
at Coronado College.

How'd you I.D. him?

His roommate
called him in missing

when he didn't come home
last night.

We matched his photo
to the body.

What's the latest from Tango?

Confirmed cause of death
is drowning.

No indication
he was held underwater,

so it appears accidental.

We still can't account for where
the scrape on the leg came from.

Could've happened when they were
dragging him out to do CPR.

What kind of person tries

to save him
and then leaves him out there?

What do we know about the kid?
He got a record?

No. But...

...his dad does.

Jack Castillo.

Month ago, a neighbor heard
yelling from his house,

called 911.

When the cops showed up,
Miguel had

a black eye, and his dad
was charged with assault.

Gibbs, let's take a ride,
talk to the daddy.

Dominguez...

I'll check in on Phil,

see if he figured out
that umbilical cord yet.

-The what?
-The thing on his body.

Rope was coming out his back,
not his belly.

I'll call Coronado College, see
who we can talk to down there.

Dominguez, word of advice.

Whoever
you're knocking boots with,

that's your business.

But your fella drops you off
at a crime scene,

that makes it
everybody's business.

My "fella"?

Don't get me wrong,
I ain't judging, but...

Look, I'm glad you're
having fun. You deserve it.

I'm just glad you're back.

Boss, did Wheeler mention
anything about me interrogating?

Probie, just get
in the damn car.

Know this is hard, Mr. Castillo,

but we got to ask you
a few questions.

It's okay if I shut this off?

Boy's mama around?

She passed away.

She O.D.'d
when he was four years old.

I was all that he had, and...
he was all that I had.

What happened last month?

His police report said
you laid hands on him.

He lost focus.

I was just trying
to get him back on track.

We got to arguing.

His grades slip?

No, uh, lap times. Uh...

He was a swimmer.

Yeah.

Looks like
he was a damn good one.

Yeah.

You know, Miggy didn't have
a whole lot of natural talent.

But we would train
till we couldn't train no more.

Scholarship was the only way
he was gonna get to college.

Lord knows
we couldn't afford it.

My boy, he trained hard.

Got a full ride to Coronado.

You got any idea
what this thing is?

Miguel was hooked up to it
when he died.

It's a swim training parachute.

Creates resistance in the water.

Helps increase your speed.

Uh, wait.

He had that on him?

You saying he was training
out there in the ocean?

Were you still training him?

Yeah, whenever he asked me to.

-He ask you to last night?
-Gibbs.

-No, he did not.
-Then where were you?

Gibbs.

I was at home, alone.

You were out there with him,
and you pushed him too hard.

You want to talk
about pushing him?

Why don't you ask his teammates
on the swim team, huh?

-They're the ones that were...
-He drowned. You pulled him back to shore, you tried

-to save him, but you were too late.
-What are you talking about?

That's all for now,
Mr. Castillo.

Appreciate your time.

Why are we leaving?

Boss.

-Boss!
-The hell was that?

He admitted
to hitting his kid.

You heard him say
how hard he trains him.

He trained him to death
out there!

I said you ain't ready
to interrogate,

so you got to go in there
and put on a show?

He was ready to break.

The hell would you know
about it?!

You were in there
trying to prove a point

instead of listening
to the one he was making.

-What?
-He was trying to tell us to look at them swimmers

while you're busy
stunting your career.

Stunting my career?

Hey!

What, you think I'm like Carl?

I think you ain't ready
to interrogate,

and you just proved it.

That's all right.
You ain't got to talk

if you don't want to, brother.

'Cause your prints,
they'll talk for you.

Them blabbermouth prints
of yours won't shut up

till you're doing 20
in San Quentin.

That ain't my gun.

That's all I got to say.

Quit lying to me, boy!

That gun belonged to you,
didn't it?!

Didn't it?! Didn't it?!

Oh, my God.

If today taught me one thing,

it's that I don't think
I'm cut out for real estate.

I was thinking maybe accounting.
I'm good with numbers.

What do you think?

Sounds boring.

Fireman, then?

-Oh.
-That the swimmer kid?

Mm-hmm.

I see you're still prepping
for your big interrogation.

You gonna get in there soon?

Franks doesn't think I'm ready.

And how do you feel about that?

There's this guy Carl.

When he did
his first interrogation,

he threw up,
and it stunted his career.

Pretty sure I was asking
about you and not this Carl guy.

Let me tell you a story.

My boss wouldn't give me
any listings over 200K.

He kept them all for himself,
said I wasn't ready.

But I knew I was.

So I went door to door
in Crestview Estates,

convinced
some random rich guy to sell,

and sold his ridiculous
McMansion for 12% over asking.

So why do you want to be
an accountant?

I'm just saying, sometimes
you got to grab the bull

by the horns.

Coach?

Guys from NIS are here.

Agent Franks and Randolf.

How are your boys
holding up, Coach?

Better than me.

I canceled practice today, but
a few of them showed up anyway.

Pool is their sanctuary.

Miguel had one of them parachute
things on him when we found him.

Yeah, that's what we heard.

They're a great tool,
but they should never be used

in the ocean.

Way too dangerous.

-Did Miguel know that?
-All the guys do.

So then why risk it, you think?

Ocean training is brutal,

but it works.

Miguel's times were slow,

so he was under a lot
of pressure to get quicker,

no matter the risk.

His dad said
some of them swimmers

were pressing Miguel hard.

Y'all okay with that?

His dad pressed him
pretty hard, too.

Maybe we were all a little...

tough on him.

Our captain Owen especially.

He one of them out there now?

No. He told me he was in
the group headed to your office

to be interviewed.

Then I'm sure he is.
I ain't in charge of scheduling.

Hey.

Take it easy on my guys,
will you?

They've been through hell
this season, even before this.

How's that?

They all lost their scholarships
this year.

School took all our money

and put it towards
football and basketball.

Screwed our boys over.

So how'd Miguel get money
for tuition?

I'm not sure.

I know he was current
on his dues.

I just assumed his dad
came up with the money somehow.

His daddy don't know
he lost his scholarship.

Yeah. Last name
Luna, first name Rico.

No, I'm just wondering
if you guys were ever able

to pick him up on anything.

I'll give you a call back.

Just talked to Randy.

He faxed over
some school records.

Miguel and the team captain
got suspended for a meet

because they got arrested
for fighting down in Tijuana.

Captain would be...

Owen Hawkins?

Yeah.

Randy said the guy pushed Miguel
pretty hard in the pool.

What's this
about their scholarships?

Coaches said
all the swimmers lost them

because of budget cuts.

It says here Miguel
paid off his tuition in cash.

Where do you think
he got that kind of money?

Mm.

Oh, you working a case
with Vera?

Huh? No. Uh, this is just, um...

You know,

I heard
you've been badgering Franks

about getting
into interrogation.

Is that because I brought it up
to you the other day?

What? No.

Uh, you didn't bring up
me interrogating, did you?

Yeah. I did.

Last week.

In the dark room, remember?

Oh.

Yeah. Right.

Well, maybe subconsciously
it got in my head.

I mean...

...I do care what you think.

Bunch of big boys
in our lobby right now.

Their bodies are bangin'.

They're swimmers.

-Here for us.
-Mm.

Hey, Roy, heard you're on a
real interrogation kick lately.

I believe you and I
have some unfinished business.

You said we could talk later.

I just been sitting there
waiting since yesterday.

Didn't even go home to sleep.

Would you stop?

Uh, help Gail get the swimmers
checked in. I'll be right back.

Uh, Phil called from the lab
to request

that you all stop calling him.

He's very overwhelmed
without Woody.

Does he have an ETA
on our evidence yet?

Okay, here's the team roster

and the forms the swim guys
need to fill out.

Write their name on top,
then match them to the people

out there.
After that, we'll take them up

to the conference room
one by one.

Isn't this the secretaries' job?

Yes, but don't worry,
you can do it.

Lookee what I got.

Where'd you get that?

I did some digging
after you abandoned me.

Apparently, this is the only
known photo of your guy Luna.

Had the FBI fax it to me.

Why?

Because it seemed like
he was gonna be important to us?

-Uh...
-I would've made you a copy.

Okay.

Come on.

What is going on?

Is he the one that dropped you
off at the crime scene?

-'Cause...
-No.

It was Flaco Navarro.

Hmm? What?

Dude, are you serious?

Yeah.

I was at church,

he stopped by,
talking about how I owe him,

and he wanted me to take a ride.

Okay, since when do you go
to church?

That's your question?

-Take a ride where?
-To a cemetery.

He showed me his cousin's grave.

Said Luna murdered him
two weeks ago.

And what,

Flaco wants you to investigate
his cousin's murder now?

He wants me to take Luna down.

With what evidence?

Flaco's got some.

Some what?
Something he's gonna plant

-for you to fi...
-Shh.

He gonna just plant
something for you to find?

-Did that accident knock a screw loose?
-Hey.

Okay. The vents.

Relax.

I didn't say I'd do it.

I just said I'd think about it.

What is there to think about?

Luna is a monster, Vera.

We're talking at least
a dozen brutal homicides.

FBI's been after him for years,
but he's careful.

They can't pin anything on him.

Do you hear yourself?

-What did I say that's so bad?
-I don't know.

You rationalizing
doing Flaco's dirty work.

He is playing you.

You're gonna tank
your whole career.

You don't see that?

Just promise me
you're not gonna do this.

You know the world would be
a much safer place

with Luna locked up.

I could say the same thing
about Flaco.

All right.
Thanks for your patience, guys.

We'll get you in and out of here
as quick as we can.

-Uh, Mitch Sanchez?
-Right here.

Fill that out, please.

-Brian Patterson?
-Here.

Who are you?

Owen Hawkins.

And you're the captain?

Yeah.

Gail.

Is the interrogation room open?

I think so. Why?

Our victim had a scrape
on the side of his leg.

That kid has the same thing.

So, what's that mean?

Means I'm taking him downstairs
to interrogate him.

Really? I heard Franks
won't let you into interrogation

because Carl puked in there.

Come with me.

Lala! Where did you go?

-I was looking everywhere.
-I was talking to Vera.

Did Gibbs start
the interviews already?

He's not in the conference room.

It's not my fault.
He went rogue.

Gail, where is he?

What happened with you
and Miguel down in Tijuana?

You get into a fight 'cause
he was holding you guys back

in the pool?

-What, was he too slow?
-No.

We weren't fighting each other.

We drank too much
and got in a bar fight.

Where were you two nights ago?

I threw a kegger at my place.

The party went until 3:00 a.m.
Most of the team was there.

You know someone was with him,

out there training,
when he drowned.

You think it was me?

I wouldn't train in the ocean.
That's reckless.

Seems like something
his dad would do, though.

I'd talk to him.

We did. Said it wasn't him.

Well, I'm saying it wasn't me.

How did you get that scrape
on your leg?

This? It's nothing.

It's from the cord
of a parachute

we use for training.

Chafes my leg sometimes.

Well, it chafed
Miguel's leg, too.

Makes sense. We all use it.

But then, why are you and him
the only ones

whose legs got all scraped up?

The rest of the guys
upstairs didn't.

You know what I think, Owen?

I think you got that scrape
on your leg

from training with the parachute
out in the ocean.

The rough waters.

Easy, Gibbs. You got him.

Miguel wasn't a strong enough
swimmer to be out there,

but you took him anyway,
didn't you?

To push him.

He drowned.

You tried to do CPR.

That's not what happened.
I swear.

What did happen?!

What did you do?!

I didn't do anything.

-No, Gibbs. You had him.
-What did you do?

What did you do?! Tell me!

I'll pull it out of you
if I have to!

Did you hurt your hand?

Just tell me what you did.

I don't have
anything else to say.

Do I have to, like, do this?

-Am I under arrest?
-Should you be?

Oh, my God.

What the hell are you doing?

-I had him.
-Yeah, and you lost him.

He said he wants to leave.

-We can't hold him.
-Where is he?!

I hope to God what Gail
just told me ain't true!

He defied me, Cliff.

-I heard you the first time.
-And Lala said

the kid was about to break, too.

I think he was the other kid
out in the ocean that night,

but Gibbs went too hard at him
and spooked him.

-Where is he now?
-Last I seen, icing his paw.

-No, not Gibbs, the swimmer.
-I don't know.

Probably off doing
whatever college kids do.

Eating ramen and diddling himself.

Please, Mary Jo.
I can't hear myself think.

It's the quiet shredder.

It ain't quiet enough!

As if I ain't got
enough problems,

Woody's out of town,
so my forensics is delayed.

-Mary Jo, shredder, please.
-That's just another example

of how I'm put-upon, Cliff.

The burden this job
lays at my doorstep.

Damn it, Mary Jo!

Mike, hey. This can't wait.
Okay? Look around.

-There's paper everywhere.
-What happened to this

being your first
important case back, huh?

Crossing and dotting
and whatnot.

That's your job, not mine.

-Excuse me?
-I am SAC again, Mike.

Okay? I cannot be el jefe
and a shoulder to cry on.

Oh, don't forget who helped get
your ass back up here, Castro.

She knows. Don't you, Mary Jo?

Boss, Owen Hawkins lied to me.

His alibi didn't check out.

He said he was at a kegger at
his house when Miguel drowned.

There was a party,
but the other guys on the team

said Owen wasn't there.

Let's go.

Move your ass.

Federal agents!

Owen Hawkins, open up.
We need to talk to you.

Uh, he's not here.

Open the damn door!

We're looking for Owen Hawkins.
He lives here, doesn't he?

Do you guys have, like,
a warrant or something?

You're supposed to ask that
before you let us in, dumb-ass.

It's too late now, bud.

We ain't worried about
a little Mary Jane.

He's not back here, boss.

All right, last chance.

Where'd he go?

I don't know.

-Where'd he go?
-I don't know.

You're lying, boy!

Talk!

I said talk!

Mexico.

-He...
-Where in Mexico?!

I-I don't know. He took a bus.
That's all I know, I swear.

Now, that's when you go hard.

All right, we got a college boy
heading down to el México.

We know he's going by bus,
and all the lines tonight

are running
to the same four cities.

Ensenada, Tijuana,

Tecate and Rosarito.

Dominguez is calling
the station?

Yep, and we already faxed
Owen's photos to all four.

No sign of him yet, though,

and the dispatch dude
in Rosarito

says our fax never came through.

Probie, go re-fax
the kid's photo.

Isn't this the secretaries' job?

Yeah, but you can figure it out.

-I'm sure I can.
-Boss, Owen and Miguel

were partying in Tijuana
when they got arrested.

Isn't he likely
to go someplace they know?

Dominguez, where do the gringos
hang out in Tijuana?

I don't know.

You're Mexican, ain't you?

I think they stay
various places, Mike.

Well, call our pal
down there. Rodolfo.

You mean Rogelio?

Yeah, tell him to put
a BOLO out for Hawkins.

They do have BOLOs
down there, right?

Ay, Mike.

Mary Jo, I got to fax a picture
to a Mexican bus station.

Do I dial a "one"?

Mary Jo?

Let's see.

Gail!

-Hey, Gai...
-Need a hand?

Hi, Carl.

Oh, I got something for you.

Dramamine.

It's generic,
but it'll do the trick.

-I-I don't need this.
-Oh, I heard about

what happened in interrogation.

-I didn't vomit, Carl.
-Really?

'Cause I heard
you fractured your hand

-and blew chunks everywhere.
-Well, that's simply not true.

My suggestion?

That dream of being
an interrogator,

you need to let that go.

Find a niche.

I'm Fish and Wildlife...

with a side of office equipment.

Yeah. You're gonna be fine.

Probie, with me.

Woody's back.
He's got something.

-Boss, I know I messed up.
-Yep, you sure did.

But you can save
your sorries, probie.

They ain't necessary this time.
You and me, we're good.

We are?

Yeah.

You know, I was thinking on
how I was gonna handle this.

How mean I was gonna get.

Then I saw Carl with you
at the fax machine,

giving you Dramamine.

And I realized...

The whole damn office
thinking you're the new Carl?

That is punishment enough.

Woodrow, you are a sight
for sore eyes.

How was your mama's party?

Delightful, Michael,
thank you for asking.

A lot of boozing.
But you know Mother.

No, but I've heard stories.

Unfortunately,
I had to fly back a day early

because Phil's panic attacks
seemed to be gaining steam.

You have responsibilities.

Did Phil tell you what that is?

He didn't have to.
I know a swim training parachute

when I see one.

-Okay.
-Yeah. I also know

when one's been retrofitted.
Here. Take a gander.

Seems to be sewn here
on the sides,

right here and here,

and then they used an
adhesive substance on the top.

-It was made into a bag.
-Yeah.

Found it.

Told you I knew
where the drug test was.

Product, please.

-What product?
-Uh, we found trace amounts

of this white powder
stuck in the adhesive.

Just waiting for Phil
to get his head out of his ass

so he can test it.

Forensics. Woodrow.

Yeah. Hold on. It's Lala.

Lala, it's Gibbs.

Really? Where?

Yep. That's blow.

Oh. Primo stuff, too.

I've never seen it turn blue
that fast.

Okay, thanks.
We'll be back soon.

One of Rogelio's guys
just saw a kid

that matches Owen's description
at a beach in Tijuana.

They still got eyes on him?

No, they said he met up with
a bunch of known cartel guys,

they drove off,
then Owen disappeared.

I think these little pricks have
been muling coke for the cartel,

swimming it across
the damn border.

What if Owen didn't run
to Mexico to flee?

What if he's down there
doing another drug run?

Son of a bitch.

Sounds crazy,

but I was relieved
when I saw you guys.

It was finally over.

I was gonna get
what I deserved, yeah...

...but that bastard would, too.

Step out of the vehicle!

When we lost our scholarships,

he told us he had a way
we could make some quick cash.

He organized it with the cartel.

He took the biggest cut.

He used us.

Some assistant coach, huh?

He didn't even care
when Miguel died.

That night it happened,
I looked behind me,

and Miguel was face down
in the water.

His chute was all tangled up
in his legs,

so I had to cut the coke loose.

It was the only way that I could
bring Miguel back to shore.

You did CPR?

I tried.

But he-he was already blue.

And Coach Gower ran up,

yelling, saying that
we had to get out of there.

And you left that boy to rot.

Coach said that
I had to do another run,

to make up for what I lost,

or the cartel would kill us.

Do you think you could give
Miguel's dad a message for me?

I just want him to know
I'm sorry.

I'll tell him.

So, in the end,
it really just took

two interrogations to break him.

You got the kid on the ropes,
then Franks and Lala

got the knockout.

Am I putting too much lipstick
on the piggy?

Yeah. I almost blew the case.

I know I said,
"Grab the bull by the horns,"

but damn,
you really went for it.

No, that's not why I did it.

Then why did you?

Hand still hurting?

It's fine.

What about your stomach?

-I didn't vomit.
-Then why did Carl give you

-the Dramamine again?
-Because he vomited,

and he thinks I'm gonna
end up just like him.

Stunted with a niche.

And how do you feel about that?

Come on.

Leroy.

I'm here. Talk to me.

What are you most afraid of?

I don't know.

That maybe he's right.

Interrogating is
all about communication,

and that's never been something
I've been very good at.

But it's an important part
of this job,

and if I can't do this job,

all of this job...

...then I don't know
who I'm supposed to be.

I don't know this Carl,

but I do know you
well enough to know

that you cannot be stunted.

You are no Carl.

You're driving in your car.

A little girl runs into
the road in front of you.

♪ And who by fire ♪

♪ Who by water ♪

♪ Who in the sunshine ♪

♪ Who in the nighttime... ♪

He's over there.

You slam on the brakes,

but it's not enough.

Your car flips, and...

crash.

When you wake up,
you feel different.

There she is. My favorite fed.

I thought about
your offer, Flaco.

And as much as I'd like
to put Luna away,

I can't do it.

Not like this.

Nah, I saw the look
in your eye at the cemetery.

You was raring to go.
Who got to you?

Honestly?

A guy I work with
went rogue today.

I need to set a better example.

He looks up to me.
He cares what I think.

He cares what you think,

or you care
what he thinks about you?

Why do you even need me?

Why not take Luna out yourself?

You really are
a little gangster.

Luna has a lot of soldiers
running with him now.

I'm trying to make sure
no more of mine get hurt.

Sorry. I can't help you.

Luna caught me slipping.

Capped my cousin
right in front of me.

His blood's on my hands.

But the people he kills tomorrow
and the day after that?

Their blood's on yours.

You hold on to that, mama.

Before the crash,

you walked by this church
a million times.

After the crash,
instead of walking by,

you walk in,

because you're not
the same person you were before.

And you never will be.

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