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- We already talked
about this.

- Not my issue.

I don't care.

Have the money, all cash.
Be there at 7:00.

You don't show, you're over.
You hear me?

- Psst.

What's your problem?

- We got to talk.

Not here.
Pantry.

Let's go.

We got a cell check coming.
Give me the burners.

- We don't take orders
from you.

- Right now you do.

The Feds are coming,
and the Warden's raising hell.

- Who tipped the Feds?
- I don't know.

Give me the phones.

And be quiet when they're here.

- You think we're the one's
that's gonna talk?

You got sloppy.

What'd you do?

You been running your mouth?

- Brendan?
- Give me your keys.

- What is going on?
- Give me your damn keys!

No!

Brendan, stop!
- Shh.

Shh.

- Shut up.
Shut up!

- Night, Sarah.

See you tomorrow.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where's your dad?
- Uh, he's in the car.

- He's not coming in?
- Says he's in a hurry.

Bye.
- Bye.

- Hey, sweetie.
- Hey.

Okay, okay.
- How'd it go?

- Good.
Um, I got to ride a horse--

- Oh, let me make it
this time, yeah?

- Really?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right.
Beets, kale.

- Can you grab the red sauce?

- Red sauce, coming at ya.

Mm, all right.

I got this, I got this.
Kale first...

- Since when do you drink
Zadie's gross smoothies?

- It's actually pretty good.
You got to try it sometime.

- Also cleans out the pipes,
if you know what I mean.

- Not a selling point.

I think I'll just stick
to the pasta.

Uh, I got to get this.

Be right back.

Hey.
Yeah.

- So you two seem
to be getting pretty close.

- No.

- You're wearing his shirt,

and I heard him listening
to Carole King.

- Hey, she's retro-cool
right now.

I can't help it
if I have good taste.

- You know what I mean.

- Look, it's just a fling.

"Convenient, in my pod,

don't have to go far for it"
quarantine sex.

It's not a big deal.
- Maybe for you.

But I haven't seen Crosby eat
a cheeseburger in over a week,

and that's a big deal for him.

I think he might
be catching feelings.

- He's not.

I'm not.

We're on the same page.

Besides, his apartment's fixed.

He's moving out this weekend,
and that will be that.

Okay?

- What's wrong?

- I got to go.

Rhonda?

- Oh, Kenny.
- Hey, hey.

Thank you for coming.

- Of course.

Where's Matty?
- With my mom.

She took him to get some food.

How's he doing?

Not good.

The doctor said
there's brain swelling.

So they put him
into an induced coma.

Even if he wakes up,
he might not--

he might not be okay.

They said he put up
a fight, though.

- Of course he did.

Matthew's
the toughest S.O.B. I know.

When did this happen?

Two hours ago
at Washington Square Park.

- Washington Square--

What was he doing down there?
- I don't know.

I went to pick up Matty
from soccer,

and when we got home,
he was gone.

And then the cops
called me, and--

- It's okay.
It's gonna be okay, I promise.

Just give me a second.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

- Excuse me, Officer?

I'm friends
with Matthew Turner.

Can you tell me what happened?

- Transient found him
in the park.

You know, somebody
obviously jumped him,

but we got no weapon,
no witnesses--

at least none that are sober.

- Was it a robbery?
- No.

He had his phone
and his wallet on him,

which is how we ID'd him.

My guess is drug deal
gone wrong.

- No, no, no.
Not this guy.

We were in the Army together.

He has a wife, a kid,
a great job.

- Well, you know, I mean,

that part of the park,
that time of night...

- Did you check his phone?
- Yeah, it's locked.

His wife said he changed
the passcode.

She doesn't know it, so...

Unless he wakes up--
- He's gonna wake up.

Well...

- Look, let me see it.

- Evidence stays
with police custody, son.

Okay.

FBI.

So I'll be taking it
from here, pops.

Look, none of this
makes any sense.

Matthew lives in Brooklyn.

He hates going into the city.

- How long have you known him?
- Since Afghanistan.

I was there when he proposed
to his wife.

I'm little Matty's godfather.

I was just at their place
last week

celebrating his birthday.

- I'm sorry, Kenny.

If you need to take some time,
you should take it.

- No, I don't need
to take any time.

What I need is to find out
who did this to him, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay, I'm in.

I'll put it up.

- Oh, that's them.

That's--that's the photo
from the birthday party.

- There are no emails
or text messages.

- Yeah, he--he's a mad deleter.
It's--it's sort of his thing.

Can you--can you check
his call log?

All right, Rhonda and Bernie J.

Rhonda's his wife.
Bernie J. is his boss.

What are these other ones here?

- Uh, nine calls yesterday
from the same number.

The last one, just an hour
before he was attacked.

- That's a New Jersey
area code.

Can you trace it?

- There's no subscriber info.
Looks like a burner.

It pings off a tower
in Wantage.

The only thing nearby
is Carson Correctional...

a private prison.

- Does Matthew have
a friend in jail?

Or know somebody
that works there?

- Uh, no.
Not that I know of.

Hey, boss.

Look, I-I know
this is out of protocol,

but I'd love to check this out.

- Call the warden.
Tell him we have a tip--

unauthorized use
of cell phones in his facility.

We're on our way.

- You're coming with me?

- That's your friend, Kenny.
I got your back.

- Thanks, Hana.

- I assume inmates aren't
allowed to keep cell phones?

- Hell, no.
This is a private facility.

And I run a tight ship.
They'd tell you themselves.

But they know better
than to talk out of turn.

- Are you searching
all the cells?

- As we speak.
We have a protocol for that.

Get down on your knees!

- What the hell?
- Warden!

- Why are we in lockdown?

- It's Tito and Tyson.
You'd better come.

- Whose post is this?
- De Rossi.

- Where the hell is he?
- I don't know.

We can't raise him
on the radio,

and he's not answering
his cell.

- Still warm.
- This just happened.

- Joan, this is the Warden.

I need a 20
on Brendan De Rossi.

- Who's Joan?
- She's the personnel director.

Joan, do you copy?

I need you to find out
if De Rossi clocked in today

and get these agents
their weapons.

This way.

- De Rossi signed in
at 8:00 a.m.,

but no one's seen him.

Keep looking.

Joan!

She's not here.
She should be here.

- We got blood.

- We got more blood over here.

- Get behind me.

And stay with us.

- That door should be locked.

- Clear.

- Clear.

- Oh, God, Joan.

Get medical down
to the armory, now!

- Warden?
That case...

should be full, correct?

- Yes.
- We got one shotgun,

two Glocks missing.

That's probably
all he could carry.

- Warden, it's Anita.
You there?

- What do you got?
- I'm in the employee lot.

We've got blood
on the pavement,

and De Rossi's car is gone.

- Copy that.

- Call Hana.

Tell her to pull Barnes
and Ortiz

from the Sanchez surveillance.

We got ourselves a fugitive.

- 16 stab wounds,
and the lady's throat was slit.

This guy's got rage issues.

- Maybe with the inmates,
but with Joan,

he killed her out of necessity.

He wanted access to the weapons
in that armory.

- He's gonna need 'em.

The intake report says
the dead inmates

were Lontocs, an extremely
violent Filipino gang.

They're not gonna like this.

- Tell me about De Rossi.

- 31 years old, divorced.

Ex-wife is a nurse.
Did two years at Newark PD.

Worked private security
after that,

and he took the job at
Carson Correctional last year.

- An ex-cop
turned prison guard--

why did he leave Newark PD?

- It doesn't say.
- Warden said De Rossi

got along well with everyone,

even the prisoners.

- Maybe too well.

He killed those inmates
after he heard

the FBI was coming.

Whatever these guys
were involved in,

he didn't want us
asking questions.

- Were these Lontocs the ones
calling your friend?

- I don't know.

They searched the whole prison,
didn't find any phones.

- And the one used
to contact Matthew

isn't pinging anymore.

- De Rossi could've took 'em.

- Well, I got
some metadata, though.

Matthew was texting back
and forth with that burner

for at least a few days.

I just can't read
any of the messages yet.

It's gonna take a while
to scrape this.

- You keep working on that.
Crosby?

You and Barnes track down
the ex-wife.

Ortiz and I'll go see
the Jersey Police gang unit.

Find out what we can
about these Lontocs.

- Brendan and I had only been
married a year

when he got fired.

- What happened?

- Well, officially,
it was insubordination,

which is basically
a nice way of saying

that he punched a desk sergeant
in the mouth.

He always had a temper.

- He did private security
after that?

- Off and on for a while, yeah.

But, mainly, he'd just
go to the bar every night

and come home drunk
and complaining.

- Is that why you divorced him?

- I actually
wasn't the one who filed.

- He left you?

- Yeah, after he started
working at the prison.

All of a sudden,
he's working out,

he's buying new clothes,

he's wearing
this ridiculous cologne,

constantly lying to me about
where he'd go every night.

And then one day,
he just came home and...

said he was leaving.

- Did he tell you why?
- I mean, I knew why.

He met someone.

He didn't have the guts
to tell me who she was,

and I didn't ask.

I was so angry and humiliated.

After all the crap
he put me through,

he was gonna better-deal me?

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

I mean, obviously,
it's good riddance, right?

Look, I don't know where he is.

And I'm sorry for all those
people that he killed.

But honestly...

I hate the man.

And that woman, whoever she is,
that he left me for,

she deserves everything
that she's getting.

Let her live with the shame...

not me.

- All right.
Thank you for your time.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- The Lontocs have been here
since the '70s.

They started with extorting
Asian businesses,

prostitution,
even loan-sharking

down in Atlantic City.

Now it's mostly drugs.

Just last year we busted up
one of their fentanyl rings.

- My buddies in the LAPD said

you burned a couple
of their informants

they were trying to work
with West Coast connections.

They're still trying to rebuild
those relationships.

- Apologies for doing our job.

- That must've put
some of them behind bars.

- Only the foot soldiers,
and all of them went mute,

refused to give up the top dog.

The "snakehead,"
as they call it.

- You familiar
with these two?

- No.
What'd they do?

- Died.

- Murdered by a prison guard
in Wantage this morning.

We think they might be using
cell phones on the inside.

- Well, it fits
the Lontoc pattern.

Three of our perps
on the fentanyl case

had burners in lockup
at Fairview,

arranging deals on the street.

You're chasing the guard now?

- Yeah.
Brendan De Rossi.

He also killed an employee.

We don't think
they're connected,

but somehow he got sideways
with the Lontocs.

- Knowing the Lontocs,

here's what I have to say
to Mr. De Rossi.

He'd better hope
that you find him first.

- You messed up, Brendan.

They're never gonna
let this go.

- I didn't plan this, Kellie!

The FBI was coming, they
wouldn't give me the phones.

They attacked me!
It was either me or them.

- We have to give them back
and beg for mercy.

- No way.
- It's the only way.

- The burners are leverage,
all right?

Without them, it's their word
against ours.

We can use them.
We can make a deal.

We can negotiate our way
out of this.

- The Lontocs
don't make deals.

- They won't have a choice!

They know I can take 'em down
with what I know.

And if they think that I--

Did somebody follow you here?

- What?

- Look out!

- Aah!

- Kellie!

Kellie!

- De Rossi's bank account--
I'm in.

We got direct deposits
every two weeks for 2,800.

- That must be the steady
paycheck his ex-wife mentioned.

- And then we got these.

1,000, 800, another 1,000,

all cash.

It's drug money.
- You don't know that.

- What else could it be?

He's obviously working
for the Lontocs,

and he's been in contact
with your friend.

- You're saying Matthew's
a drug dealer?

- Kenny--
- Now, I'm telling you,

that guy's the most by-the-book
person I know.

There's no way he's a part
of some gang drug thing.

- Nobody's saying that yet--
we're just trying to find out

why he was in contact
with these people.

- Oh, man.
- What?

- I think Crosby's right.

I don't think this
is about drugs.

- See?
- It may be worse.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, I finally cracked the
metadata from Matthew's phone.

There's some text messages
from yesterday

from the same burner phone
that the Lontocs had in prison.

- Show us.

- Hana, come on.

- He got three texts in a row
over the course of ten minutes.

- "Hello?"
"Where are you?"

"Tired of waiting.

Respond now or everyone finds
out about this."

- Finds out about what?

- She can't be more than 16.

- There's no way.

This has got to be someone
messing with him.

There's got to be an innocent
explanation for that--

- I don't think
you can explain this.

- You okay?

- Ah, yeah, just trying to wrap
my head around all this.

I mean, it's, like, you think
you know someone, right?

And it turns out,
they got secrets

you never even knew about.

- Hey, I got something.

I did a reverse image search
on the girl in the photo,

and I found her.

Her name's Michelle Cutiongco.

Sophomore
at St. Florian's Academy,

and she lives in Parsippany.

- This is insane.

How would Matthew know
a high-school girl

from New Jersey?

- More pertinent question is,
how do the Lontocs knows her?

Those messages
came from their burners.

- Jess, NYPD just called
about shots fired

at Bowery Street station.

Three dead, one wounded.

- Two of the dead were Lontocs.

- De Rossi?
- It's got to be.

- We need to find him
before more bodies drop.

Last thing we want
is a gang war

with civilians getting killed.

You two get over there.

Make sure you check
security cameras.

See if he got on that train.

- Any news on the girl?
- We don't know anything yet.

Kenny and I are about
to find out.

- That's definitely De Rossi,
but who's the lady?

Hostage maybe?

- No, I don't think so.

Go back.

Wait, right there.

You see, they were having
a full-on conversation.

She's not trying to break free.

- Yeah, they know each other.

- Could be the other woman.

- What other woman?

- De Rossi's wife said he left
her for someone.

If this is her, they're
obviously working together,

and the Lontocs
are targeting them.

Wait, go forward again.

De Rossi didn't get on a train,
and the woman's not with him.

- So where'd she go?

- I panicked, and I ran,
Brendan.

They were trying to kill us!
- Kellie, calm down.

Where are you?
- I am going to my mother's.

I'm worried that they might
be after her, too.

We have to make this right.

- There's no making
this right anymore.

They're trying to kill us!

We got to get the hell
out of here.

- I can't just leave.
My mother needs me.

- You can't do anything
for her if you're dead.

Do you understand?

We need money
to get out of town.

I'm gonna do the pickups I had
lined up for today, all right?

And then I'm gonna meet you
at your place.

Be ready to go.

- No.
They know that I'm helping you.

That's the first place
they're going to look.

Go to my uncle's instead.
Nobody knows about it.

- Good.
I'll meet you there at 8:00.

I love you, baby.

Be careful.

Okay.

- You're not in trouble here,
Michelle.

But we do need you
to be honest.

- I am.

I've definitely never seen
either of them

in my entire life, I swear.

- I don't understand.
What's going on?

- We found your daughter's
photo on a cell phone.

- It belongs to a man
named Matthew Turner,

and we're concerned
about the possibility

of an inappropriate
relationship.

Is that you?

- Yes, that's me,
but I definitely

didn't send my picture to him.

- Michelle.
- Mom!

I didn't, and I don't know
a Matthew Turner.

- Then how is it
on his phone?

- I don't know.

Maybe he stole it
off the Internet or something.

- So you never communicated
with a Mr. Turner?

Phone calls, texts,
never sent him a video?

- No.
- Video?

What video?

- I'm sorry that you have
to see this,

but we do need answers.

Michelle, is this you
in the video?

- Oh, my God!
- No, that's not me!

- That's so shameful!
- I swear, I can prove it!

When did you get a tattoo?

- It's my body.

I can do whatever I want
with it.

- Go to your room!
Now!

Any more questions?

- Uh, no, ma'am.

- You can show yourselves out.

- Mm, daughter's
telling the truth.

- Definitely.

- Doesn't know Matthew.
Doesn't know De Rossi.

I'm sure she has nothing to do
with the Lontocs.

It's Rhonda.

Matthew's awake.

What are you saying?

You for real set up a profile
on a dating website?

- I was just messing around.

It wasn't anything serious.

- It is serious, Matthew.

I know how much
you love Rhonda.

- Of course I do.

I was just--

I was curious, okay?

Sometimes marriage can get
a little boring.

I figured I'd see what it was
like on these sites

a-and maybe talk to someone,
but that was it.

It's not like I was planning
on cheating on her.

- While you're on this app,

walk me through what happens.

- This girl messages me.

We chatted a little.
It was nothing.

Then out of the blue,
she sends me nudes

and then a video.

And for the record, no,
I didn't ask her for 'em.

- All right.
How'd you respond?

- I deleted the app right away.
- Good.

- The next day, I got a call
from someone

saying he was her uncle.

He said that his niece was
underage, and I freaked out.

I had no idea she was underage.

And then he told me
to pay five grand,

or he'd have me arrested
for possession of child porn.

This guy wouldn't let up.
- So you paid him?

- Hell, no.

I agreed to the money drop,

and I went to confront
the guy about it.

- Why didn't you call me?

- I couldn't.

I was too embarrassed about it.

Please, Kenny.

Don't tell Rhonda.

I don't want to lose my family
over one stupid mistake.

Is this the guy
that attacked you?

- Yeah.

- It's a sextortion scam.

I heard about a case like this
in the Carolinas once.

So they go on the dating site,
create a fake profile,

use images of the young girls
to draw guys in.

Conversation starts,
they flirt back and forth--

- Then nudes and videos
are sent, and, boom,

the pretend uncle calls
and threatens

to turn them in for child porn.

- But the underage girl
isn't real?

- Yeah, kind of.

- So who's chatting up
the marks?

- Could be where De Rossi's
girlfriend comes in.

She imitates the girls?

- Then the Lontocs in prison
play the fake family,

De Rossi makes the pickups.

Most people probably just pay,
unlike Matthew.

- So this is a no-muss, no-fuss
version of prostitution.

There's no real girls
to worry about.

There's no one
to point the finger at

except some faceless number
on a burner phone.

- It's cost-effective,
could be run from anywhere.

- But what about the video?

I mean, that was a real girl.

- Could just be
some random porn someone stole.

- Or maybe they do have girls
on their payroll,

which makes this
a whole different ballgame.

- Mm, De Rossi killed
those inmates

because they could've
exposed the scam.

If he's looking
to tie up loose ends...

- Anyone in the know
might be in danger.

- The woman in the video--

any other victims he extorted?

- I've got nine other guys

who have spoken
to fake Michelle

in the last six weeks.

Their profiles are private,

so I'm gonna need
to contact the company.

- Make that call,
then we'll split them up,

see if they can lead us
to De Rossi.

- I'm at your uncle's house.
Where are you?

Somebody beat me to
the money drops I had lined up.

Call me, now.

Kellie?

Kellie.

Where's Kellie?
What did you do with her?

Hey, boss!

Looks like another dead Lontoc.
One to the chest.

- Yeah, the prints are
definitely a match to De Rossi.

- Shell casings, too.

That's why these guys
called us.

- What do we got
on the homeowner?

- Uh, house belongs
to an Edward Reyes.

Neighbors say he travels
a lot for work,

and they haven't seen him
in a week.

- Any wife or family?

- His wife's deceased,
but look at this.

"Edward and Kellie Reyes
spreading the food bank love."

- The daughter?
- I don't know.

But she looks like the woman

from the subway platform,
right?

- Yeah, it could be her.

- De Rossi's
mystery girlfriend.

- Guys, I just Googled her.

Kellie Reyes--
says she's a teacher

at St. Florian's Academy
in Parsippany.

That's the school
Michelle Cutiongco goes to.

- Kellie Reyes called in sick
two days ago.

No word from her since.

You guys get the employee files
from the school yet?

- Yeah, I'll throw it up.
- I put a BOLO out on her car.

- Kellie teaches algebra

and is faculty sponsor
of the Yearbook Club.

- Also, the headmistress says
they recruit them

through a program
called East-2-West Teachers.

Now, they hire these teachers
from foreign countries,

place them in U.S. schools.

They also help cover
their salary.

- East-2-West Teachers?
- Mm-hmm.

- St. Florian's Academy
is in Little Manila.

That's a big
Filipino community.

Probably helpful to hire
teachers like Kellie

who share the same culture
as the students.

- East-2-West Teachers
has no digital footprint.

All I can tell is they're
a foreign nonprofit

incorporated
in the Philippines.

Their IRS 1023
shows a P.O. box in Newark.

- They have a contact person?

- Stanley Vidorgiza,

but there's no one
in New Jersey with that name.

- Is it a front?

Maybe a money-laundering
operation?

- It could be.

But they do provide
real teachers.

St. Florian's said they're not
the only school that uses 'em.

- Well, I did find this.

It's an old message board

dedicated
to East-2-West Teachers.

Mostly people complaining that
East-2-West stole from them.

- A lot of them
are in the Philippines.

- This guy says his sister
is stranded in America,

and he hasn't heard from her
in a year.

- Can you just scroll back
there a little bit?

Yeah, right there.
What's this user right here?

"Jolli-B-Jovi."

Jollibee is a Filipino
food chain.

Tali loves their food.

"B. Jovi," Bon Jovi.

Beloved Jersey icon.

- Could be a local.
- Could be.

- Let's see if I can get
this IP address.

Mary Calague.

She runs a home day care
in Somerville.

- I spent thousands of dollars
to get in the program.

Application fees,
visa fees, plane tickets.

- What tipped you off
something was wrong?

Everything.

They kept finding ways
to ask me for more money.

They even charged me
for room and board.

- So where'd you live?

- It was a small room
for me and three other women

with nothing but a calendar
to keep track of school events.

I'll never forget
the quotation on it.

"For it is in giving
that we receive."

- St. Francis of Assisi?

- Yeah.

I gave and gave
and received...

nothing but more debt.

- Do you know this woman?

Kellie Reyes?

She was a teacher, too.

But she stopped coming home
at night,

and one day she moved out.

Took all our passports
and gave them to Mr. Stanley.

- Stanley Vidorgiza?

- I don't know his last name.

All I know is he's the one
who was constantly asking

for more money, saying there
was problems with our visas

and that we need
to pay him more.

- Did you ever report this
to the police?

- We were all too scared
of being deported.

It's hard to explain.

- So how did you get out?

- God smiled on me.

My wife now--

she's a lawyer.

She helped me get my green card
last year

and paid for what I owed
East-2-West Teachers.

I'm lucky.

The other way is just...

- What?

- I shouldn't talk about it.

- Mary, you have nothing
to be scared of.

We're the FBI.
We can protect you.

- Mr. Stanley always said that
there was a way for you to...

earn back your debt.

Go to 87 and Holmes.

Talk to the teachers
who live there.

They'll tell you more.

- Thank you.

The front desk
gave me your meds, Mama.

You ready to go?

- I'm ready.

- Brendan.

Please don't hurt her.

- You set me up?

You set me up!

Who got to you?
- No one.

- Stop lying!
Was...

was it Stanley?

Are you sleeping with him?

- Brendan, no.

I just need to get Mama
to safety.

- She doesn't even know
where she is right now.

Give me your phone.
Give me your phone!

Unlock it.

You guys have certainly
been in touch.

Why don't we say hello, huh?

- Stanley.

- Brendan.
- You're damn right.

I want 250 grand,

or I'll put a bullet
in your girlfriend's head,

after I tell the Feds
all about you.

- Threatening me
is a mistake.

- One hour.

But you come alone if you want
to see Kellie alive again.

- Badges visible.

These women will be terrified
if they think we're ICE.

- FBI, open the door.

Clear.

FBI, open up.

- Clear.

- Clear.

- Clear.
- Barnes, in here.

- It's a cam-girl setup.

This is where
the videos came from.

- The women aren't students.
They're teachers.

- Earning back their debt.

- Hey, boss!

- Yep?
- Food in the microwave's warm.

And the dryer's still on.

They were just here.
- And left in a hurry.

- They didn't just leave.

The Lontocs know
we're onto them.

They're covering their tracks.

They took 'em.

- The place where you just
were is Section 8 housing.

Back in the '80s, it was
a drug-infested war zone

and the birthplace
of the Lontocs.

- Who owns it?
- Villacruz Holdings.

President of the LLC
is Stanley Villacruz,

AKA Stanley Vidorgiza.

- Vidorgiza, that's the name
behind East-2-West Teachers.

- Right.

I'm sending you
the company website now.

- "Born in Manila, emigrated
to the United States,

"serves on the boards
of many companies,

"including
Altbrook Property Trust,

Hadford Health Center, and..."

- And what?

"Carson Correctional Facility
in Wantage, New Jersey."

- That's how De Rossi
got the guard job.

Stanley wanted to recruit him,
so he vouched for him

after he got fired
by Newark PD.

- Then he plants him
at Carson Correctional

to smuggle the burner phones
in to the Lontocs.

- The final piece being
East-2-West Teachers.

Stanley exploited
those teachers to make money,

but he also used them
to make the sex videos.

We just found the head
of our snake.

- Uh, you guys seeing this?
- Mm-hmm.

- We have a hit on the BOLO
on Kellie Reyes' car.

Northbound on Central Avenue
in Morristown.

- Morristown--
does Stanley Villacruz

own any properties there?

- I got a large lot.

It's 100-year ground lease.

The tenant is Mt. Assisi
Foundation and Church.

- St. Francis de Assisi.

That was the quote
Mary Calague mentioned.

De Rossi and Kellie
are making their play.

- They're going after Stanley.

Right to the head of the snake.

- Could also be where
they took the women.

Turn around.

- That's Kellie's car.

What's going on?

- On Central Avenue...

by the church.

Oh, my--oh, my God.

They're both dead.

- Are you on with 911?
- Yes.

- Hey, boss.
We got footprints.

- Get behind the car.

- Tracks look fresh.
He just went in.

- Barnes and Crosby,
around the side.

See what you can find.

- We wait for SWAT?
- No time.

If those girls are in here,
they're in trouble.

- We have a side entrance
back here--nobody's around.

Ready when you are.

- On my go.

Three, two, go.

- Not a good idea.
- You're not gonna talk

your way out of this
this time, Stanley.

- You don't know what you're
getting yourself into.

- Do you think
I'm messing around?

- Brendan, put the gun down.
- Shut up!

Where's the money?

- You're in
over your head here.

- I'm not gonna ask you again.
- FBI!

- Stay back!

- Please.
Help me!

- De Rossi, put down
the weapon!

- We got two on the side.

- FBI, drop your weapons!

- Third one behind us.

- De Rossi's running
out the back.

- I got him!

Hands behind your back.

You nearly ruined the life
of a good man.

Get up.
Get up!

Enjoy the view

from the wrong side
of the bars.

- Clear.

- It's okay.
It's okay.

You're safe now.
You're safe.

- We got seven females
down here.

They're scared, but I think
they're okay.

I talked to Matthew.

He's going home tomorrow.
- Well, that's good.

- Yeah.

- Isn't it?

- Well, I told him
we got the guy

that gave him the beatdown.

And not just him, the whole
entire operation behind it.

You know what he said to me?

"Please don't tell Rhonda
what I did."

- Well, if that's the way
he wants to handle it...

maybe you just need
to respect it.

- Well, I know, but Rhonda's
my friend, too.

I don't like having
to lie to her...

or Matty Jr.

I wish he would just tell her
the truth, but...

he doesn't think
she'll forgive him.

You know, honestly, I think
he's underestimating her.

She loves him,
and when you love someone,

that's--that's what you do.

You forgive 'em.

Right?
That's--

that's, like,
how it should work.

- I'm glad your friend
is okay.

Yeah, me too.

- So this
is really happening, huh?

- Back to Cobble Hill?
- Looks like it.

Although, if I can be
honest with you--

- I think Hana was right.

- About what?
- This isn't a fling.

I want you to stay.

- Really?

Because I don't want to go.

- Really?
- Really.

I like it here with you.

- I like it, too.

- So who's gonna tell Hana?

- Don't worry about it
right now.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Um, Tali left her jacket
at the ring.

I thought I'd drop it by.

- Well, you didn't have to come
all this way to do that.

- I was in the area anyway.

That's a lie.

- We haven't spoken
in a few days,

and I just wanted to tell you
that I'm sorry.

- Sarah--
- Please, let me do this.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you
about Hugh sooner,

and I was planning on doing it,

but then he just showed up,
and it got...

Weird.

I think he just freaked out
when he got served the papers,

and maybe I should have
planned for that, but...

I told him, "This is over,
just go home," and he did.

Back to New Mexico.

I don't--I don't know
how you feel,

and I don't want
to complicate your life.

And, obviously, there's Tali
to consider, but...

no matter what, I--
I just want you to know

that I feel really bad
for not telling you

and that it happened
right in front of you.

So...

Look, if you don't want to go
any further,

I completely understand.

- Do you still love him?

- No.

I'm not sure I ever did.

- Well, that's all
I need to know.

Apology accepted.

- Hey, Sarah.
- Hey.

- Why are you guys
standing out in the cold?

- I was just returning
your jacket.

I'm about to leave.

- Aw, don't go.

Stay and have breakfast.

- Oh, uh, I'm not sure
that's a good idea.

- Why not?

It's obvious that you two
like each other.

- Besides, we're having
breakfast burritos.

- I think it's a great idea.

You can pretend
you like her guacamole

just like I have to.
- Whoa, whoa.

- Oh, be quiet.
You love my guacamole.