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Gotcha!

Dad, you scared the crap out of me.

What happened to your eye?

Oh, what, this thing?

It's nothing. Don't worry about it.

Grandma says we're not supposed to see each other.

We're not.

It's just been tough, is all.

I needed to see your face...

And to give you...

this.

Actually?

Yeah, actually.

I saw it at the gas station, and I thought of you.

You know I'm, like, way too old for this.

All right, well, then, every time you look at it,

you can just think of how corny your dad is.

All right, get going.

Them nuns will give you hell if you're late.

Wait, um...

Here,

for the next time things get tough.

You know I'm, like, way too old for this, right?

Just remember...

You were never here.

When'd you get so smart?

Bye, Dad.

I love you, Ariel.

He should be here by now.

He's probably making sure he wasn't followed.

Yeah.

Hey. - Hey.

- Are you OK? - Yeah, I'm OK.

Listen, we don't have much time.

Are we any closer to taking Anna Vorpe down?

No. Whoever's providing her top cover,

she keeps her identity locked up tight.

She dodges my questions, keeps her phone on her

at all times. - Anna doesn't make mistakes.

That's why she's still around.

So I was thinking I need to plant a bug,

something that'll let me listen to both sides of a phone call.

The Strike Team has advanced counter-surveillance.

Standard listening devices wouldn't work.

Do you remember that induction bug

that Ian told us about a few months ago

on a low-frequency magnetic loop?

That could work.

But the more people we read in on this...

I made it this far.

We can't stop now.

All right, excuse me.

Sorry I'm late.

What do we got?

Vic's name was Clint Mathis, 33.

These are interesting tats. Nationalist?

Don't let the ink fool you.

Clint was NYPD, deputized to a DHS task force.

Which is why we're here.

He'd been undercover for three months,

missed his daughter, snuck in a visit

to see her this morning.

Goes to school just over there.

Did she see the shooting?

No, thankfully.

Told NYPD she'd already gone inside.

But a witness did spot a black Durango

with a broken tail light pulling up.

Driver put two in Clint's chest and sped off.

ERT found two .45 ACP shells near the body.

We're running them for prints.

Clint would have had to change up his routine

to see his daughter.

The shooter would have only known he was here

if he was followed.

I want you to put a BOLO on the Durango

and then contact the SAC who's in charge of the task force.

OK.

We need to figure out exactly what Clint was working on.

All right, folks, listen up.

Uh, for... for those of you who don't know,

this is Lieutenant Warren of the NYPD.

He's helped us out on cases before,

and he is our victim's CO,

so he will be riding shotgun on this one.

All right, you want to tell us about Clint?

Clint Mathis is...

Was...

a decorated officer with 10 years of service.

He came up in the 27th Precinct,

turned heads in our Gang Unit

before being detailed to DHS.

Clint was more than just a cop.

He lost his wife to cancer.

Their daughter is 12.

He was there for her, and

we will do right by him.

All right, you heard the man. Let's go to work.

All right, talk to me about the physical evidence.

ERT found two .45 ACP shell casings on the scene,

no usable prints, and the pin markings

don't match anything in the ATF database.

All right, so the gun is a first timer,

and we don't know who fired it.

What about the video?

Canvass only turned up footage from a single

surveillance camera.

That's the vehicle, but the plates were stolen.

And there are thousands of black Durangos in New York.

Right.

All right, let's talk about the DHS task force

that Clint was loaned out to.

They were looking into active clubs.

It's a new angle for us.

Active clubs, uh, MMA gyms that recruit disaffected men

by promoting self-improvement.

In reality, they're just fronts for white supremacist cells

looking to radicalize vulnerable members

towards domestic terror.

Now, we know Clint Mathis infiltrated

a Brooklyn club operated by this guy, Joe-Max Burns.

Did two years for assaulting a Pakistani bodega owner.

DHS suspected him of stockpiling firearms

for an eventual terror attack.

Just got off the phone with DHS.

It turns out that Clint did find a cache of weapons

in Burns's gym, three crates of Army surplus M1911 pistols

chambered in .45 ACP.

Same caliber as our murder weapon.

DHS planned to raid the club tomorrow,

but they needed Clint to ID Burns's co-conspirators first.

So this racist piece of garbage

figured out Clint was one of ours,

and he killed him just to shut him down?

Federal agents!

Everybody stay right where you are.

Keep your hands where we can see them.

Burns!

Put your hands up!

I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.

Hey!

Don't do it!

This is my gym!

- Step away from the crates. - What's the matter?

You scared?

Step away from the crates,

now!

You got nothing on me.

Nothing on you, huh?

Except 48 unregistered 1911s.

It's like you're going to war, huh?

Our nation's under attack by foreign invaders.

If you look close, you realize the enemy's

already jumped the gates.

Oh, I cannot wait to visit you on death row.

There is no death penalty on federal gun charges.

Guns are the least of your worries, pal, OK?

You're on the hook for the murder

of a deputized federal agent.

Murder?

I didn't kill anyone.

Oh, no, not just anyone,

a cop who was undercover at your gym.

No, no.

I know everything that's going on under my roof.

There was no cop.

No cop, huh?

Then who's this?

NYPD Officer Clint Mathis,

gunned down in front of his daughter's school

at 8:00 this morning.

Hey, hey, let them do their job.

Marcus, please.

You got this all wrong. I liked Clint.

He was sharp, loyal,

at least I thought he was.

Come on, you're telling me that finding out

that he was a cop didn't feel like

a big betrayal to you?

You got salsa in your ears?

I thought Clint was one of us.

I would never kill him.

But I might be able to tell you who did.

OK, we're listening.

Slow your roll.

I got a solid alibi.

You give me immunity on those gun charges, I'll talk.

We could put in a word, but your story better check out.

I was gonna tell Clint about the next stage of our...

mission.

But I had to be sure I could trust him.

So last night, I followed him.

Clint met up with some dude.

They get into it. Some punches were thrown.

The dude backs down.

We meet up later.

Clint says the dude was trying to shake us down.

He knew about the guns.

So maybe this guy came back around

and whacked Clint.

What, we're just supposed to take your word on this?

Not mine, my phone.

I took pictures.

All right, Ian, talk to me.

Yeah, that story checks out.

Burns took photos of a meeting

under the Roosevelt Island Bridge.

This is a side angle.

But I am pretty sure that is Clint Mathis.

All right, so who's the guy in the baseball cap?

That's Hugo Reyna.

Who's Hugo Reyna?

Another one of my officers.

He and Clint were partners in the Gang Unit

before Clint went over to DHS.

Yeah, Hugo Reyna, 12 years on the job,

got as many commendations as complaints.

According to the property database,

NYPD issued him a Glock 21.

That's a .45 caliber pistol, same as the murder weapon.

What... what exactly are we saying?

We ain't saying nothing.

Well, not... not yet.

But we follow the facts in here,

and whether we like it or not, right now,

the facts are saying Clint might have been killed

by his old partner.

Ian, do you have a minute?

Uh, if it's about Hugo Reyna's Internal Affairs files,

we're still waiting. - Um, it is not.

Listen, what I'm about to tell you cannot go beyond

the two of us, you understand?

Hey, Valentine.

Yeah?

Tell me you're not really buying

into this rogue cop theory.

Well, our victim got in a fight with his old partner

hours before he was killed with the same caliber gun

the guy carries. We're just...

we're just playing it as it lies,

but we're not there yet. We still need a motive.

So why would Hugo Reyna want Clint Mathis dead?

How about to keep from going to prison?

What's that?

Clint Mathis was subpoenaed yesterday

to testify in the upcoming Cobi Harkes trial.

Remind me who Cobi Harkes is again?

He's a gangbanger turned drug trafficker.

Uh...

He did a bid at Southport on an assault conviction.

Since then, he's been clean, on paper, anyway.

Cobi Harkes is the biggest heroin dealer in New York.

Ruthless.

Gang Unit's been after him for years,

but he never got his hands dirty,

until Clint Mathis and Reyna pulled him over

a few months ago, caught him driving around

with two kilos of H in his trunk.

Except, Harkes claimed Reyna planted

the drugs to make the arrest.

Criminals accuse cops all the time.

It's possible Reyna's partner agreed.

Clint Mathis was set to testify against Reyna on the stand.

W-why would he do that?

The body cam footage.

Here's Clint Mathis's.

You can see, he's searching Cobi Harkes's vehicle,

doesn't find anything, so he turns to his partner.

- Nothing in there. - Let me look.

Bull, and you know it.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Oh, really?

- This is bull. - OK.

So that seems pretty clear cut. - What's this?

All right, let's look at Hugo Reyna's body cam,

get his side of the story. - That's the problem.

Reyna's body cam didn't record the search.

He claimed it malfunctioned.

It happens.

On the day he finds two bricks of heroin

in his white whale's car. - Come on, Valentine.

There's no proof Reyna planted those drugs.

No, but one week after this arrest, Clint Mathis

asked to be transferred to a DHS task force,

breaking up a multiyear partnership with Reyna.

Clint came to me,

said he needed a new challenge.

All right, well, now... now he's dead.

And Reyna doesn't have to worry about what his partner

was gonna say on the stand.

You're barking up the wrong tree here.

Listen up, everybody.

We got to widen the suspect pool,

look at offenders Mathis put away the last five years.

Let's stop at nothing. - You know what? Let's, uh...

let's go ahead and belay that.

Marcus, can I speak to you for a sec?

All right, look, man, you don't give

the orders in there. I do.

Clint Mathis, Hugo Reyna, those are my officers.

I understand that.

And I also understand that your judgment

might be a little compromised because of it.

NYPD is a four-letter word these days,

and I'm not gonna sit on my hands

while one of my own is accused of murder.

You know what? Don't sit on your hands.

Set up a meet with Reyna.

Help us bring him in safely.

You asking me to sell out my own guy?

If he is innocent, you can help clear him.

But if he is guilty, if he did murder his partner,

and we go in through the front door,

that could get ugly.

So help us get to the truth

without anyone getting hurt.

What do you say?

I'm in position.

Let's get this over with.

All right, stay sharp, people.

Reyna should be arriving any minute.

Got eyes on Reyna, approaching from the bridge.

Copy, approaching the lieutenant.

Marcus.

- Clint, man. - Yeah.

I can't believe it.

How you holding up? - Me?

It's been a rough day for everybody.

- Yeah. - Maybe mixed feelings for you,

what with, you know,

Clint asking to transfer out and all that.

Oh, no, that was nothing. Got over it.

Didn't the Lieutenant say Clint Mathis

transferred for a new challenge?

Yeah, he did.

Sounds like he might have lied to us.

Something went wrong between these guys.

Any idea who did it?

Feds took the case, not telling me nothing.

Wait, the feds are involved?

He's giving up the game.

OK.

Let's move in slowly, in case he decides to run.

Copy.

When was the last time you and Clint spoke?

You all right, LT?

You seem kind of tight.

Yeah,

long day.

Bumped into Clint last week, uh,

said he was on a task force.

Yeah, that was that.

It was only last week you saw him, not last night?

Not last night?

This an interrogation?

Marcus, am I a suspect?

No, no, listen.

Hugo Reyna, FBI.

- Look at me. - Oh, Marcus, what'd you do?

Hands where I can see them, now.

- Get up. - Do what they say, OK?

Glock 21.

Get that into evidence.

Hugo Reyna, you're under arrest.

We're gonna get through this. I'm on your side.

Nah, man. You sold me out.

We got ballistics comparing Hugo Reyna's gun

to the shell casings found at the murder scene.

So we should have results soon.

What about Reyna? Is he talking?

Maggie and Eva are questioning him now.

Yeah. All right, thanks, Kelly.

Keep me posted. Hey.

Ian.

Hey. - Hey.

Uh, everything... everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

I may be way off base here,

but if there's something going on,

I'm the guy you can tell, you know?

There's nothing going on.

OK.

You're kidding me right now.

You think I killed Clint Mathis?

You had means, motive.

I was a pallbearer at his wife's funeral.

That man was my brother.

That's not what we heard, Hugo.

He transferred to a task force to get away from you

because you were dirty.

Right, you wanted Cobi Harkes.

That's why you turned your body cam off

and you planted the heroin.

Clint didn't have the stomach for it.

Lady, respect, but you got no idea

what you're talking about. - Oh, yeah?

How do you explain this?

You punched him in the face.

Disagreement among friends.

Well, we got a different theory.

Clint got subpoenaed

in the Cobi Harkes trial,

and he said that he wasn't gonna put his hand

on the Bible and lie for you.

Clint said some things, yeah.

But I told him, I did nothing wrong.

You know, I got one.

Maybe we all got one,

that one guy that we'd be willing to do anything

to put away.

And it's tempting to put your finger on that scale.

But Clint knew you planted those drugs.

And you weren't willing to go down for it.

This morning, you watched Clint

kiss his daughter goodbye,

and then you shot him,

problem solved.

I know you're watching, Marcus.

You gonna let them do me like this?

You want to know if I ever pushed up against the line?

Damn right I did.

But I never crossed it,

not with Cobi Harkes, not ever.

Then where were you at 8:00 a.m.?

Greenpoint.

There's a card game at a lamp store,

started last night, didn't leave till 10:00 a.m.

You can check it out.

Oh, we will.

I'm not dirty, and I didn't kill my partner.

How do we know for sure?

Because I'm a cop.

Clint and me, we didn't ride together no more,

but that bond between partners,

that never goes away.

Tell me you get that.

I didn't kill him,

and it's obvious who did.

Hugo Reyna insists Cobi Harkes killed his partner.

Reyna's alibi checked out, his card game.

And ERT cleared his sidearm.

Meanwhile, Cobi Harkes' trial's

right around the corner.

I mean, there's motive there.

He's staring down a long sentence.

He tried the dirty cops defense, but it stalled.

So if you're desperate, maybe you try to greenlight

the cops who pulled you over.

Well, time to change our focus to Cobi Harkes.

Let's bring him in.

My client's no fool.

He knows you're looking into the murder of Clint Mathis,

just like he knows the NYPD is out for his blood.

We appreciate the opportunity to clear the air.

Put my little brother through law school.

Best money I ever spent, huh?

Why would the NYPD want to pin this murder on you?

Me and Tab, we grew up in The Grant.

You familiar? - Mm-hmm.

When you get to where we are from where we came from,

you realize quick everybody

wants to drag you back down to where you started.

I'm not mad.

It's human nature.

Your office is aware that the NYPD Gang Unit

already attempted subterfuge on my brother last March.

Faked a traffic stop, then loaded my car with H.

Cobi was about to pierce the veil of police corruption

at his upcoming trial.

Now, we know the NYPD would do

whatever it takes to silence my brother.

Including graduating me to cop killer.

But it won't work.

Clint was gonna testify against you.

That's why you killed him.

We live by three rules.

Family is everything.

If you're gonna build something, build the best.

If you're gonna fail,

do not be the architect of your own destruction.

If I was who you say I am,

carelessly driving around

with my own product in my own car,

killing a decorated cop whose testimony

might have helped my case,

both fall into that third category.

And you never break one of your rules.

I'd rather die.

Guy hasn't left the parking lot,

and you're already clearing him.

What... no one's taking their eyes off Harkes, OK?

I got the JOC digging into his alibi as we speak.

We both know it'll check out.

Man's got 100 soldiers.

Any one of them could have pulled the trigger.

Worst part is, FBI doesn't plan on doing a damn thing about it.

The plan, Lieutenant, remains the same...

find the shooter.

If we have to roll up our sleeves to tie him

back to Cobi Harkes, so be it. - You know what?

There's still something from before

that we haven't turned over.

The daughter.

Yeah, exactly.

Clint Mathis was undercover for months, right.

He never saw his family once.

And then on the day he breaks cover,

he's killed.

Maybe the daughter knows something.

You know, if I were to guess,

this was all pretty scary for you,

your dad leaving for months at a time,

not knowing when he's gonna come back.

I'm sure you've worried a lot.

And then today, he shows up

before his job is even finished.

Has he done that before?

No.

Did he tell you anything about what he was working on?

No.

Was he behaving out of the ordinary or weird?

No.

He was just being himself.

What does that mean?

Well, I hadn't seen him in months.

Then he shows up with a stupid bear,

like for a little kid.

It was corny, but...

I should have said thank you. I...

I should have told him I loved him.

And now...

I'm sorry, Ariel.

Has your dad given you gifts like this before?

No.

Do you still have the bear he gave you today?

Stupid thing doesn't even sing like it's supposed to.

This is the memory card from Clint's undercover phone.

Let's see what we got.

Photos from the active club that he was investigating.

Then, all right, there are some pics that he took last night.

Yeah, what is this?

Like a still from a security camera, yeah?

Someone buying a burner phone at a bodega.

Judging by the timestamp, it was on March 10th.

What's the significance of that?

That's the day before Cobi Harkes's traffic stop.

Yes.

So maybe he was investigating the traffic stop

one last time before the trial.

And I think he found something and then visits

his daughter to pass it off. - Right.

Well, we can assume he figured he was in danger,

and he didn't want this to get in the wrong hands.

So who was this guy? - Yes.

That is...

Fernando Balboa, 34.

He did time for robbery, attempted murder,

recently beat a weapons charge.

And he is a known member of the Latin Kings street gang.

Yeah, the Latin Kings, that's Cobi Harkes's rival

in the heroin game.

They've been at war with each other for years.

All right, I think we've been in the dark long enough.

Let's get a team over to Balboa's last known address.

Yes, ma'am.

Looks like somebody's home.

Let's just hope it's our guy.

Let's take a look, yeah?

Look at that.

Black Durango and the taillight's busted.

All right, Jubal, we are at Balboa's last known.

Looks like we found our shooter.

All right, hang tight. I'm sending backup now.

Opcen, we got shots fired at our location.

We're making entry.

FBI!

Hey!

Reyna, back off.

We got this.

Reyna, FBI. You need to lower your weapon.

You don't understand.

This son of a bitch started it all.

He planted those drugs,

and he killed my partner.

Put the gun down, Reyna.

Not until you hear the truth.

Man, shoot his ass already.

He broke into my house.

I didn't do nothing.

You know what you did, you son of a bitch.

Go ahead, tell them! Tell them about the drugs,

and tell them how you killed Clint.

Reyna, you need to put it down.

Look at me, now! - Come on, Reyna.

We're just trying to put the pieces together, same as you.

You haven't crossed that line yet,

so don't you make a decision you can't walk back from.

Holster your weapon.

We'll take it from here.

Come on.

Get up.

I'm gonna get a lawyer.

I'm gonna own all your houses.

I got a SIG P220 in .45.

Same caliber that killed Clint.

It's recently fired, too.

So do you want to explain to us what in the hell

happened back there, Reyna?

Clint got killed, and I couldn't stop it.

Least I could do was find the bastard who killed him.

You definitely found him.

ERT just confirmed.

Balboa's weapon is the one that killed your partner.

Told you.

The problem is we're left asking, how, OK?

How'd you make Balboa for the shooter?

How'd you find him?

And how'd you know he planted the drugs in Cobi Harkes' car?

Hugo, we're not IAB, OK?

We're not here to jam you up.

But you need to come clean.

Everybody thought me and Clint

hit the jackpot when we rolled Cobi Harkes

at that traffic stop.

But it wasn't just dumb luck.

So what are you saying, that you knew those drugs

were gonna be in that car?

Yeah, but not because we planted them.

We got an anonymous tip.

From a burner

purchased by Fernando Balboa?

Yeah.

But we didn't know who tipped us at the time.

I just got a text.

It said Cobi Harkes is having dinner at Via Carota,

and he'd be leaving in a blue BMW.

Message ended with, "Check the back."

Clint, he thought it was too good to be true.

I wasn't about to pass up on a chance

to take down Cobi Harkes.

OK, so you acted on intel. And then what?

I posted up across the street,

eating some slices, while Harkes wolfed down

a $500 tomahawk.

Sure enough, he leaves in a blue bimmer

We pulled him over for failing to signal a turn.

He consented to the vehicle search?

He did.

Clint looked in the back, didn't find nothing.

Then I looked.

I checked the subfloor where the spare's supposed to be,

boom, 2 kilos,

made the arrest.

I was riding high.

Clint, he started questioning the bust, too easy,

accused me of planting the drugs,

of sending the tip to myself on a burner.

I told him to get his head on straight.

Your own partner, accusing you like this.

He couldn't even look me in the eyes.

It was like...

it was like I was one of them.

So you're saying that before today,

you never tried to figure out

who was behind that anonymous tip?

Clint left that out of the report.

I guess he figured he was doing me a favor.

Until Cobi decides to fight the charges, go to trial,

subpoenas go out, and now, Clint's got to testify.

And that's what the fight was about last night.

Clint said he didn't want to lie for me no more.

I told him, he didn't have to lie for me in the first place.

The tip was legit,

and if he didn't believe me, he should chase down

who sent it once and for all.

So Clint finally starts digging for the answer,

and he gets killed.

Because of me.

Well, you didn't point the gun at him, Hugo.

When I heard he was dead, I realized, damn,

Clint figured out who sent the Harkes tip.

Fernando Balboa, Latin King.

Clint told Balboa he was gonna put it all on record.

Balboa panicked, followed him this morning,

and took his shot.

But how does a known rival of Cobi Harkes

get 2 kilos into his trunk?

It seems like your guys had a pretty serious falling out.

All this time, I was sure I knew

what was going on in my own house.

Well, Fernando, the evidence is piled against you, my man.

We know you killed Clint Mathis this morning.

Now, we can help you avoid the needle, but you gotta help us.

Help you how?

Tell us why you planted the 2 kilos of heroin

in Cobi Harkes' car.

You guys got it twisted.

Well, straighten us out then.

I didn't plant those bricks.

You really think a Latin King could

get anywhere near Cobi Harkes?

You're the one that tipped off the NYPD

that the drugs were in the BMW.

OK, yeah, whatever.

I texted that tip.

That's all.

After that, everything was supposed

to go back to normal, no more war,

both sides making money, instead of losing it.

And I'd finally be even.

Even with who?

Fernando, who are you protecting?

I'm done talking.

Y'all gonna get my family killed too.

All right, folks, listen up.

So we now know that Fernando Balboa

sent the text that led the NYPD to finding drugs

in Cobi Harkes's vehicle.

We also know it was not his idea,

which means whoever set today's events in motion

is still unknown and at large.

Yeah, so the real question is, who does Balboa work for,

and who had enough leverage on him to get him to text the tip?

I dug deeper into Balboa's legal history.

Last year, he was arrested for illegal firearms possession,

would have been his third strike.

Right, leaving him staring down some pretty serious time.

Except the case was dropped after Balboa's counsel

won a longshot motion that got the search tossed.

He must have had a hell of a lawyer.

He did. Ready for this?

It was Tab Harkes, Cobi's brother.

Wait, wait, wait, the Harkes hate the Kings, right?

Cobi hates the Kings.

They tried to kill him when he was locked up at Southport.

Cobi never forgot, but maybe his little brother did.

Are we suggesting Tab Harkes arranged

a heroin bust to frame his own brother?

To what end?

How about to end the war?

Harkes's organization has been bleeding money

fighting the Latin Kings.

A truce would allow them to focus on what

they really care about, getting paid.

And the only person standing in the way of that truce

is Cobi.

So we think Tab Harkes staged a coup because

it was good for business.

It's a hell of a theory.

The only problem is, Balboa's not talking,

and without proof...

Tab Harkes will get away with his part in a cop's murder.

There's a way to get Tab Harkes to confess

to all of it.

The frame job, Clint's murder.

It all depends on how street

you feds are willing to get.

So we were able to bring Tab and Cobi in separately.

Neither brother knows that the other's in the building.

Good. Now, we got a better shot at playing them

against one another. - Exactly. Yeah.

Here we go.

Hope y'all gonna make this quick.

Only came down here as a courtesy to the Bureau.

My time is precious.

I got clients to tend to. - Funny you say that.

We got one of those clients here right now,

across the hall, actually.

Care to tell me which one?

Your brother, Cobi.

If that's true, I need to be in that room with him.

As you know, I'm my brother's lead counsel.

We do know that.

But after he hears what we have to say,

I doubt he's gonna want you representing him, Tabias.

In fact, I don't think he's gonna want you

anywhere near his operation.

All right, I'm just gonna be straight with you, OK?

You're a drug dealer, Cobi.

And we're the FBI.

So on any normal day,

we would be on opposite sides of the law.

But today, our interests align.

Well, it turns out that you were right.

Someone did plant those drugs in your car last March,

but it wasn't NYPD.

Your brother, with drugs that he acquired from a Latin King.

I ain't gonna sit through this.

I know my brother.

Tab wouldn't be caught dead doing business with them.

Yeah, we thought the same thing.

Then we found that.

Your brother Tabias represents a top

Latin Kings lieutenant, Fernando Balboa.

This is his deposition from December 28th.

So last year, Balboa got snatched up

on a weapons charge.

Things were looking pretty grim.

It was his third strike,

20 to life?

That was until you intervened,

which meant that you got his case thrown out

before it even made it to court.

That was good for you.

Now Balboa owed you big time.

You intended to cash that in.

We have a professional obligation

to provide pro bono services to New Yorkers

who can't afford legal counsel.

I filled the need.

What kind of attorney's fees would your brother charge

to do a case like that?

100 grand? 120?

That's roughly the value of, what,

2 kilos of China white heroin,

like the kind found in your car?

Fernando Balboa paid your brother with his own product.

Your brother Tab then took those drugs

and planted them in the trunk of your bimmer

and enlisted the help of Fernando Balboa

to tip off the NYPD from a burner phone.

That's how the Gang Unit knew to pull you over that day,

and it's exactly why you're still looking

at 20-year minimum for possession

with intent to distribute.

Your own flesh and blood sold you out.

Once you got your brother out of the way,

you could finally do the one thing

he would never sign off on,

partner with the Latin Kings.

Except one of the cops who pinched your brother

put it together and confronted Balboa last night.

Balboa panicked, called you.

You gave him an ultimatum...

silence the cop, or the deal is dead.

That sound about right?

That's a hell of a story.

But without Mr. Balboa's cooperation,

these allegations will never stand up in court.

They don't have to.

All the FBI has to do is convince one person,

and that's your brother.

Looks to me like we've accomplished that goal.

So you have one move left, Tabias.

You confess to setting up your brother

and ordering the hit on Clint Mathis.

And then you're gonna let us arrest you

and take you into custody

because we both know you walk out those front doors,

you're not gonna last one night on the street.

You broke two rules,

never be the architect of your own destruction,

and the most important,

family is everything, Tab.

You know why my brother calls me Tab?

It's not because my name is Tabias.

It's because that's how he sees me.

When he gets up and leaves, I'm the one

that picks up the tab, cleans up the mess.

The man treats me like the help.

But he's nothing without me,

and he knows it.

You sure you want to test that theory?

I'll take my chances.

OK.

I did my part.

Now, it's your turn.

You don't want to hang out, see what comes next?

Ah, I gotta meet with my unit, with Reyna,

apologize for everything that went down today,

get my house back in order.

They'll understand.

You're a good cop.

I appreciate that.

This is a gamble.

Tab walks out those doors,

he's never gonna pay for setting up his brother

or killing a cop.

Need a ride, little bro?

I'm good.

Nah, Tab, you get in the car.

We got a lot to talk about.

I look out for you, and this is how you do me?

You always say, if you build something,

build the best.

I couldn't do that with you standing in the way.

Your damn war was holding us back.

You know what this means, right?

What comes next?

Yeah.

I do.

I'd like to confess to conspiracy

to murdering a police officer.

The AUSA is waiting upstairs.

You can tell her the whole story.

Well, I bet Cobi never expected

someone in his inner circle to betray him like that.

Yeah, well, I guess you never know.

- Hey. - Hey.

Ian built what you needed.

Is it supposed to look like this?

Yep.

Don't worry. I have a plan.

Good.

Now, use it to take Anna Vorpe down and close the circle

before it gets any bigger.

Yes, ma'am.

You were followed. - No, I wasn't.

Somebody want to tell me what the hell's going on?