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(indistinct P.A. announcement)

No, no, no, no, no.

The worst-- the worst--

is when they turn
into Joe Sensitive.

One time, I had this guy kiss me
on the forehead afterwards,

and whisper,
"Did I pleasure you?"

And I'm like, "Did you what?"

Carmen, Warden
wants to see you.
(women laughing)

I get a five minute shower,
three times a week.

The warden can wait.

Your son was just found
in a Dumpster

with a bullet in his brain.

Still need a shower?

WARDEN:
You have my deepest
condolences,

but I can't allow you
to attend the funeral.

Have I caused any trouble here?

No, you haven't.
He was my oldest.

He was only 22.

He had his whole
life ahead of him.

To oversee your drug trade?

It was my husband's business.

Sebastian got
caught up in it,

just like I did.

I was lucky. I
was put in here,

given a second chance,
but Sebastian...

Carmen, I...
Please, sir!

I've failed as a mother.

All I ask is that
you let me see him.

Let me hold his hand
one last time

before they put him
in the ground.

Please, sir! Please.

(bells tolling)

(metal detectors beeping)

Cesar! Cesar.
Mama.

No physical contact.
You know the rules, Carmen.

You got five minutes
to pay your respects.

I need to see your brother.

Back up.

(sighs)

(whispering indistinctly)

(sobbing)

(sighs)

Please?

(sobbing)

One hand.

That's the best I can do.

(gunshots)

(shouting, gunshots)

(bystanders screaming)

If anyone talks to the cops,

I'll find out

and I'll kill
your entire families.

This way, Santa.

* *

You're shittin' me.

Carmen Vega escaped?

ZANCANELLI:
You know her?

Couple lifetimes ago.

We had some business dealings.

Carmen Vega was doing
20 years for possession

of federal weight of coke.

Hey, Charlie, I got this one.

Carmen claimed
the coke belonged

to her husband, Amaury,
who was killed

by a rival gang
two weeks earlier.

That's the story she gave
to the Feds,

but the truth is
A, she knew about the drugs

because she was the head
of the family.

And B, she had Amaury killed

'cause he was banging
her hairdresser.

All this about Carmen
being the naive wife

of a drug lord
is nonsense.

She called the shots.

She pulled the triggers.

That there is the baddest,

meanest, most vicious person
I ever met.

Not chick, person.

How long you do business?

Couple years.
She had a pipeline

to Colombia,
and provided my outfit

with a certain
recreational powder.

You stay on good terms?
Nah, nah.

One night we was toastin'
to another profitable quarter,

when she tries to stick
her tongue down my throat.

I said, "Hey, mama,
I'm flattered and all that,

but it ain't gonna happen."

That's when she got
that look in her eye

when she doesn't
get what she wants, and then

she calls me a name
that I don't allow people

who ain't black to call me.

Ooh. Was it "home slice"?

I took my business elsewhere,

and I haven't seen her since.

Okay, Shea,

you're running
point on this.

Hey, hey, Charlie,
I would be happy

to help take this bitch down,
but I know a lot of players

in all this, and they know me.

So it's just got
to be low profile.

All right.
Okay, so Shea's

offensive coordinator
up in the press box,

calling plays down
to the coaches on the sidelines.

That ain't a bad analogy,
actually. I like that.

Okay, fine, coach. Start
making phone calls.

I want to know
what her plan is.

All right.

This woman is a
severe flight risk.

She's got money,
she's got connections,

and she's got a cartel
in Colombia

that would love to welcome
her back with open arms.

We need to move on this now.

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

Hello?

VANESSA:
Shea?

Hey, baby, what's up?

How you know I was out?

Shea, I'm supposed to deliver

a message to you
from Carmen Vega.

They know you're working for
the marshals, baby, and she said

you need to make sure
that she doesn't get caught,

or they're going to kill me.

All right. Put whoever's there

with you on the phone right now.

(sniffles)
He wants to talk to you.

Vanessa?

So , the message was
delivered to Shea Daniels.

Very good.

Now, can someone tell me

what's wrong
with this picture?

Santa, this is

an accurate diagram
of which gangs control...

Look at all these black faces

at the top of
the pyramid.

And we're all the way down here?

CESAR:
We lost a lot of territory
under Sebastian.

I mean, he'd rather
be doing lines with these guys

than fighting
for the street corners.

It was obvious

even from inside
that Sebastian

was driving us
to the brink.

He couldn't even keep up

the payments to
the prison guards.

You should have seen
the way they treated me.

Me.

And now I'm standing here,

looking at half the crew

I used to command,

and Flow-Flow made
it to the top?

Find him.

Hey. You heard my mother.
Get a location.

Santa, Mr. Buntz
is here.

Thank you so much
for coming.

I'll be with you
as soon as I can.

Please make yourself
comfortable.

I'm going to make
you a king, Cesar.

I promise.

Your men don't respect me, Mom.

They'll be your men soon enough.

Make them fear you,

and then
they'll respect you.

(siren whooping)

SHEA:
Because, Damani,

you and Vanessa
were the only ones

who knew I was working
with the marshals,

and I know
she didn't tell Carmen.

All right, all right, all right.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Find out
where Carmen's holding her.

Do whatever you need to do--
crack some skulls,

put some money on the streets,

get the whole damn
syndicate on...

I got to bounce.

Find Vanessa.

CHARLIE:
Shea, what do you got?

Nothing yet.

What happened to you calling
plays from the booth?

Rosters have changed,
apparently.

Shea, we've got five dead
correctional officers in there.

Dude, I know.

I'm trying.

* *

You like that, Flow-Flow?

You like what I got?

Less lip,
more hip, baby.

Where's my drink?

(automatic gunfire, screaming)

(grunts)

There's something I've always
wanted to tell you, Flow-Flow.

You have a stupid name.

(panting)
Please. I didn't kill your boy.

I swear it.

I don't know who did,
but I did not

put the hit on Sebastian.

No shit.

I did.

This is terrible.

They finally take
us to a strip club,

and all the strippers are
wearing bathrobes and crying.

CHARLIE:
I'm gonna go check out
the security camera,

see if I can ID anybody
besides Carmen.

ZANCANELLI:
Hey. Start asking around now.

(cell phone rings)
Talk to them?

Yeah. I promise,
they won't bite you. Go ahead.

Damani, what up?

Yeah, I heard
about Flow-Flow, all right.

Anything on Vanessa?

What? Listen.

The hell you are. Look. I know
it's getting hot out there,

but you're all I got.
Come on, man.

We've been boys
since we've been five years old.

Don't leave town, man.
I need you right...

Damani?

(Lloyd clears throat)
Now, there's a

common misperception
that strippers hate men.

The truth is strippers hate men
in strip clubs.

Ironically.

And although
you all are strippers,

you scantily clad strippers,

and I am standing

before you in a strip club,

and I'm clearly a man,

I need you
to just shift your perception

just a little bit,
and understand I am not the guy

whose hand you need
to slap away ten times.

I'm just here
to move things forward

so you can all get back to work,
making some money.

Now, who's up for that?
Great.

Now, I'm going to need
some pertinent information

regarding, uh...

Uh...

I want to say Flow-Flow,
but that's ridiculous.

Fly-Fly?
The dead guy.

I need some information
on the dead guy,

or the woman
who murdered him-- Carmen Vega.

So, if you have
some information,

or you'd like to meet with me
in private,

I'm sure
we could find something...

There's a VIP room.

I don't know
if that's appropriate.

There's, uh... some corner,

and-and we can...
we can talk in private.

Lovely to meet you.

Come on.

(clears throat)

Hi. Hi.

I was giving Flow-Flow
a lap dance when that woman...

Sorry. No, go ahead.
Lap dance.

Um, um,

I was giving a lap dance

when that woman
and her men walked in.

They started
firing their guns, and...

I hid under the table, and then
I-I heard her say something.

CHARLIE:
Carmen got her own son whacked?

For a traumatized
Asian stripper,

she seemed really reliable.

Yeah, but look what it got
Carmen-- a funeral to attend,

which is the easiest
way for her

to get out of prison
and pull an escape.

CHARLIE:
What next, Shea?

I'm thinking.

Shea...

I can't help but notice

the sudden lack of enthusiasm
compared to in the bullpen,

where you were shaking your ass
on how you can nail this chick.

Hey, I'm working
on it, all right?

CHARLIE:
You got something to say, Shea?

'Cause if all of a sudden you're
thinking about past loyalties,

I'll send your ass
back to Sing Sing.

We got four bodies here.
No time for games.

You're in cuffs in five seconds
if you don't give us a lead.

If Flow-Flow was involved
with Sebastian business-wise,

only one dude
could have brokered that deal.

The Mayor.

All local airports and docks

have been notified
and are on alert.

Nothing from NYPD,
but we're sharing information.

Okay. Thanks.

Let's go, Mayor.

Charlie, can I take first crack?

What's up?

He knows me. He trusts me.

All right.
Tell Ray to come out.

Shea's up
to something.

He's a gangster.
He's always up to something.

You know, he makes this big deal
about staying low profile.

Now he's volunteering
for interviews?

Come here.
You'll want to hear this.

Shea Daniels.

Thought you were in Sing Sing.
The hell you doing here?

Community Service.

Listen, if we don't
find Carmen soon,

it's gonna get bad
for some people.

It ain't gotten bad already?

I'm talking about
you and me.

I ain't the one working
with no cops.

You think you're safe
in all this?

We're talking about Carmen Vega.

Then I want a deal,
like the one you got.

I want out.

Five years ago, who got Schooly

to call the hit off your nephew
for giving his sister herpes?

You did. But I don't
know where Carmen is.

Carmen's got my girlfriend, man.

What did he say?

I can't hear.

You know everybody.

I need you
to help me find her

before it's too late.
Sorry, brother,

but I got to worry about
my own ass right now.

(sighs)
Where we at?

Where we at is, I'm a dead man
if I go back out in the street,

so I want Witness Protection

before I tell you anything,
right now.

CHARLIE:
You willing to flip
on everybody you know?

Forever. Testify at every single
trial the D.A. needs you at?

No. Just info on Carmen.

Then you can't get
Witness Protection.

Look, the best we can do
is put you

in protective custody
until Carmen gets popped.

Or you can take your chances
out on the street.

All right.

You're done here, Shea.

(phone ringing)

(whispers):
Yeah.

I got guns pointed at me, Shea.

The guys who are holding them
are still pissed off

because they think
you're working for the marshals.

Look, I'm...
I'm not helping them.

I'm making sure they go
in the wrong direction.

They're not buying it!
SHEA:
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight.

A'ight, tell them
I'm playing ball,

and I'll make sure the marshals
don't go anywhere near Carmen.

Vanessa?

ERICA:
What are you
up to, Shea?

Hmm?

Look, you better bring us
in the loop.

Otherwise,
we're gonna go tell Charlie

that he might want
to hang onto your phone.

Carmen kidnapped Vanessa.

What?
Oh, my God.

So you're gonna throw
the investigation.

Yeah, but that ain't happening.

I know Carmen.

She'll kill Vanessa
no matter what I do.

You should tell
Charlie and Ray.
Come on.

You think they'll drop
everything to help one of us?

All they care about
is finding Carmen.

So what are you planning
on doing?

I've been trying
to work some side angles,

but everybody keeps
crawling under rocks,

so now my only option is
to work the case

and get Carmen before
anything happens to Vanessa.

Can I count on you guys
to cover for me?

You need to tell us right now,
Shea, that you're not planning

on trying to run
and save Vanessa yourself.

Okay, 'cause if you do,

Lloyd and I got back to maximum
security, sentences doubled.

I'm not running.

What, you just put our fates

in the hands
of an ex-gangbanger convict?

Yeah.

Carmen is positioning her
other son to take over-- Cesar.

Where do we
find Cesar?
No clue.

You know who might be
willing to help out?

Cesar's dad.
He's never been in the game.

And he's the only cat
I ever saw stand up to Carmen.

Jose Rodriguez.

Jose Rodriguez?
That's what
I said.

Mayor, if you throw
a rock in Queens,

you're gonna hit
a Jose Rodriguez.

Give us a nickname,
a middle initial, something.

Jose Rodriguez.

All right, so what does
he look like? And don't say,

brown skin
with black hair, either.

That's him, man.

Brown skin, black hair.

You're a piece of work, man.

My father?

Did he raise you?

Did he teach you the ways
of the world?

You wouldn't let him. You...

When I first saw
you at the church,

you looked like
such a man.

I am a man.
Your brother
thought he was, too.

And who do you think he
inherited his weakness from?

(mutters)
Me?

No. From his father.

So, how can I leave
you in control,

Cesar, if I
have to worry

about you falling under the
influence of your father?

Sebastian is the one who always
had things handed to him, okay?

I'm the one who's always had

to prove myself,
and I think I have.

So far.

Mommy, just...

leave my father out of it, okay?

(whispering):
I'm just going
to talk to him.

I promise.

(clears throat)
Ma'am?

I am so sorry,
Mr. Buntz.

I will be with you
as soon as I can.

These marshals will take
you back to headquarters.

No, I want to be set up.
Nice hotel.

Room service,
the whole deal.

ZANCANELLI:
You gave us the name

Jose Rodriguez.

You're lucky
to be getting a Tic Tac.

Get him out of here.

There are 1,293 Jose Rodriguezes
in the greater New York area.

I called NYPD gang unit,

and they're trying to
get a current address.

Okay, lean on 'em. We don't have
time for them to dick around.

(engine starting)

Hey.

You know about
this Rodriguez character?

Never heard of him,

but if he helps us
get to Carmen...

(tires screeching, gunfire,
metallic pinging)

Stay here!

Holy shit.

(tires squealing,
engine revving)

How the hell did Carmen know
he was in our custody?

You in Carmen's
back pocket?

Don't even start
with that.

Are you?!
No! I swear to God!

Because if you're playing us,
and you're tipping her off,

you're looking
at three murder charges.

I'm doing everything I can
to find her, man, trust me.

Give me your phone.

Look, Ray, I...

You're gonna give me your phone,

or I'm gonna have
to take it from you.

Sit your ass down and wait for
somebody to come and get you.

CHARLIE:
Agent Colburn,
the marshals did not need

to send a senior director.

Are you absolutely sure

that none of her people
tailed you back here?!

Did you follow the correct
protocol at all times?!

ERICA:
Shea helping us find Carmen,

or feeding her
inside information--

which one was it again?

Let's just tell Ray and Charlie
everything we know, okay?

Yeah, good idea.

Director Knox,
Charlie DuChamp here.

Shea's girlfriend was abducted
by the fugitive

that he used to work with,
but he didn't tell us.

He told the other two cons
who sat on the information

until a couple
of marshals got whacked.

Okay, no,
but don't worry about it,

because I have
everything under control.

No need to shut
the task force down.

Fine. Let's just keep
working the case then.

Okay, I am, you are.

But what's Shea doing?

Okay, what are his options--
help Carmen and then run?

Erica, that is
the prisoner's dilemma.

It's a classic illustration
of why people try

to screw each other over

when it's in their best
interests to cooperate.

It's game theory.

You think Shea's going to run,
you run first.

What if Shea doesn't run?
This isn't a game.

Okay, I am not going back
to maximum security.

I cannot talk
to my daughter through

three inches
of Plexiglas.

Erica, I don't want to go
back there, either, believe me.

But I don't want to ruin

the best work release program
we could find.

I won't.
(sighs)

Just understand that we are just
as upset about this as you are,

and we're going to get
to the bottom of this.

That I give you my word.

Look, Knox is demanding
oversight on this

until we get
in front of this mess.

Now, I need to get
up to speed on this case.

All the files
are right here.

Feel free to go through them.

I'm gonna go make sure
that my team is on

Carmen Vega's trail.
Use my office.

Anything you need,
just let me know.

Shea's phone
get you anything?

A couple of calls
from a Damani Johnson.

That's my source on the streets

who was trying to help us
find some info on Carmen.

And two calls from a
cell phone that used
a scrambling device.

Calls from contacts
I have on the side who--

big shock-- don't want anyone

to know they're providing info
on Carmen.

Charlie, Ray,

I had nothing to do with
those marshals being killed.

Look, I don't know
what's going on right now,

Shea, but I do know
you're working an angle.

You're not being
straight with us.

I want to help find Carmen.

Believe me.

Ray.

I can't hold Colburn
off any longer.

I got to get him hip to
what's going on with Shea.

ZANCANELLI: You do that,
we might as well
clear out our desks.

Yeah, all our asses are
on the line here, Ray,

but guess who's the only
person with a badge to lose.

And I'm trying to advise you
on how not to lose it.

Hey, I found
our Jose Rodriguez.

He lives in a cousin's apartment
in Long Island City.

All right,
thanks, Jules.

All right, look, we put
Shea back in the bull pen.

'Cause if Colburn

finds out that we're
suspecting one of our own,

we're toast
and Carmen's gone.

Surprise.

What the hell are
you doing here?

The whole damn city's
looking for you.

Why are you
here, Carmen?

To make peace.

For Cesar's sake.

He's going
to take the reins.

Why? So he can end
up like Sebastian?

Sebastian came
from flawed stock.

Cesar is your boy.

And I'd rather not stand by

while you send him
to an early grave.

I would like him
to have a future.

Hmm.

Is that why you've been talking
to him about moving to Miami?

Cesar has a future,

and I need you to promise me

you're not going
to interfere with it.

(laughs softly)

(sighs)

I can't make
that promise, Santa.
(whispers): Oh...

you're sexy when
you stand up to me.

Shea say anything
to you?
No.

All right. One con runs,
all three go back in.

Yeah, and where
does that leave you, Ray?

It leaves me screwed--
so if he's up to something,

we all got to get
in front of it.

Apartment two.

Keys are
in the door.

(door creaks)

Jose Rodriguez.

She's gone.

She snuck out the back.

Almost like she knew
we were coming.
Hey, don't look at me--

y'all took my phone away.

What's the word
on Rodriguez?

Carmen killed him.

I mean, we
almost had her...
"Almost."

I got two of my men killed
for "almost."

(door slams)

SHEA:
So, wait a second.

This guy sent
those marshals down here

to transport the Mayor?

Yo, you need to be
eyeballing him
instead of me.

Spoken like
a true convict, Shea.
No, no, no, no.

Charlie, think about it--
he knew the Mayor was talking,

he knew the transfer

was taking place,
he knew we was paying

a visit to Carmen's
baby daddy.
Shea, you'll say anything

to get off the hook, won't you?
JULIANNE:
I just want to point out

that Colburn's been
working two phones.

One of them he keeps holding
under your desk while he types.

There you go, Charlie.

He sends a text and boom,

Carmen goes
out the window.

I'd like to point out
that Colburn's

been tugging at his collar

like an Eskimo in Atlanta.

It's a sign of discomfort
and nervousness.

I'm telling you,
La Santa

got a man on the inside,
and it ain't me.

La Santa? The Saint?

Yeah, Carmen's nickname.

I didn't see that
on her list of known aliases.

Because cops
don't know everything.

Only her inner circle
calls her La Santa.

(knocking)

What's up, DuChamp?

Just wanted to know if you heard
anything more about La Santa.

No... DuChamp.

You keep me in the loop,
not the other way around.

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

(quietly):
Look, go in the back,
get on the phone,

call Ray, tell him
everything that's going on.

Then call Internal Affairs

and have them send
somebody over, all right?

(quietly):
I knew it.

Just...
I'm just-just...

(quietly):
Keep low, all right?
Just keep your heads down,

keep working the case
and play it cool.

We don't know
anything for sure.

I got to jet.
I got some things...

No, I'm gonna need you

to stick around, Colburn.
I don't

take orders from
you, DuChamp.
Maybe not,

but there's a guy from I.A.
on his way over here

that you will
take orders from.

I.A.? What is this?

How long you been
in Carmen's back pocket, huh?

CHARLIE: Enough, Shea.
Get this con
out of my face.

You ain't dirty? Show us that
second phone you got.
Shea.

Shea!
Uh, yeah, yeah,

the one you been using

to contact Carmen.
Shea, relax!

How much she pay you
to off those two marshals?

LLOYD:
Gun!
Put it down, Colburn!

You choose to work
with cons, DuChamp,

so maybe you don't
understand what it means

to be forced into it.
LLOYD:
Okay, okay,

just calm down,
let's talk...
One of these

scumbags gets something
on you, you'll see.

Maybe they'll help you
out of a bind sometime,

and all of sudden you realize
that you're on the hook,

they own your ass, and now
you got to return the favor.

It's easy

to justify, Charlie...

'cause it happens slow...

bit by bit.

And then one day they
get you doing something

that gets your
own men killed.

CHARLIE:
Colburn, you can

make this right.

Put the gun away,
and just tell us

where Carmen is.

Make it right, huh?

Make it right.

Colburn, no!

(gunshot)

Damn.

That was awful.

SHEA:
He was a rat.

He died a rat's death.

Couldn't even tell
us where Carmen was

before he pulled
the trigger.

Where are we with
Colburn's cell phone?

He cleared
the history,

so I'm having
the carrier capture

all calls and texting traffic.

Waiting to hear back.

You okay?

(quietly):
Yeah. I guess.

BUNTZ:
You want to make sure

you don't compromise the
perimeter gasket seal.

It protects

against bypass
of dirty air.

Got it.
All righty.

Now, you got
two prefilters,

two vapor lock filters,
and a final HEPA filter,

which has a 99.97...

Mr. Buntz...

you've sold me.

Don't mean to be
a busybody...
If you'll be

kind enough to wait here,
I'll arrange payment.

So, when do I
see you again?
Someday

when things quiet down.

You're a king now, Cesar.

What about him?

You know what to do.

Just have her call me when she
gets back from school, okay?

Look, Denny, I am not asking,

I am telling you,
have her call me.

A marshal?

Carmen had a marshal
feeding inside information?

I know, I know.
She has as much info on us

as she does Shea.

(sighs)
You should call your mom,

see if she can go

stay with someone.

Shea, I'm sorry,
but I am not

putting my daughter
in danger like this.

Listen, you run, I get sent back
and Vanessa's dead for sure.

Okay, but what
is the plan, Shea?

We're no closer to
catching Carmen...
Then we've got to get closer.

Listen, I've got to bring
the ball game to her,

and that's the only way.
Bring the ball
game to her?

That's really,
really, really vague.

Look, I'm not waiting
to get a phone call

like the one you got.
I won't.

CHARLIE (calls):
Hey, convicts!

(exhaling)

(scoffs)

We got the feedback
on Colburn's phone.

He used a cutaway phone,
so the history

of the calls dead-ends there,
but they back-cloned it

and sent me the texting history.

Here they are.

These are all the texts.
"Pawe's a go."

P-A-W-E? Is that
someone's name?

CHARLIE:
Run a cross-match on Carmen
to see if anyone

comes up with
that name.

JULIANNE:
Here was another text.

"We'll be at Choppy's"?
Choppy's?

(phone ringing)

ZANCANELLI:
That's your phone, Shea.

Blocked call.
Don't answer it.

(door closes)

(long sigh)

Don't blow it, Shea.

You've come too far to end up
blowing it now and getting

sent back to the joint.

I've blown it already.

I'm not gonna hold
anything against you.

Clean slate,

starting right now.

But you got to tell me
what's going on.

Shea...

there is nothing left
to think about,

all right?

You've thought of
every single angle,

and look at where it's
gotten you. Nowhere.

There's only
one play left,

and that's to catch
Carmen. That's it.

So level with me

and just tell me

who it was that was calling you.

That marshal must've
sold me out to Carmen.

'Cause Carmen...
kidnapped my girlfriend.

They're gonna
kill Vanessa

if we catch Carmen.

Shea, we can't find Vanessa
unless we catch Carmen.

I know.

So you got to promise me
that I can get Carmen alone

once we get to Choppy's.

You know what
Choppy's refers to?

Used to be a after-hours
spot in Queens.

A gangster hangout.

We need to dump him.

Really.
All right, come
on, let's go.

We're out of here.
CHARLIE:
Maybe not.

(gunfire)

I'll splatter your brains
all over the floor, jackass.

Where's Mommy?

ZANCANELLI:
And you're looking at
a conspiracy to murder charge

for killing those two guards.

I mean, what are you, 20?

You want to spend the next
60 years of your life in prison?

I got a call to come
here and clean up.

That dude was dead
when I got here.

Where you keeping my girlfriend?

I don't know what
you're talking about, man.

Where is she?!
Where the hell is she?!

ZANCANELLI: Hey!
SHEA: Tell me where she is!

(Zancanelli and Shea shouting)

Calm down.

He knows where she's at!
That's it! That's it!

He knows where she's at!

You find anything?

All right.
Take a photo

on your phone, send it to Jules,
have her run it.

Any hits
on the Pawe text?

Jules sent me
over 200 of these.

I'm just going through them now.

Crime scene photos
from your father's apartment.

Your mother slit his throat

like he was a pig.

(speaking Spanish)

Cesar, you know something.

Where is she going?

She's gone, man.

(cell phone rings)

Jules?

All right. Thanks.

Our DOA, Lonnie Buntz...

Regional salesman for
Northstar Nautical Supplies.

Nautical?
Yeah.

Then PAWE could mean
"Port Authority Watch Engineer."

Carmen's sailing back
to Colombia.

(ship horn blasts)

So this ship is definitely
headed to Colombia.

They searched the boat,

counted every head.
No Carmen.

Great. Another step
behind this broad.

She's got us running
around like fools.

(cell phone ringing)

Go ahead, Jules.

That filter you found

goes with
a carbon dioxide scrubber.

Used as emergency equipment
by miners and submarine crews

in case of a lack of air.

What the hell
are we doing?

Homegirl is on
a private yacht right now

with champagne in one hand
and a blunt in the other,

and we're here,
Dumpster diving?

(barking)

There's something in here.

ZANCANELLI:
Open it.

It's already
been x-rayed.
Open it.

(ship horn blasts)

Carmen Vega?

Come on out, Carmen!

How's it going, Shea?

(handcuffs clicking)

Where's Vanessa?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You know what...
Come on.

No! Not here, Shea.

Oh, you must be
Lloyd Lowery and Erica Reed.

I've heard a lot about you.

This train is heading for a
cliff. Why are we still on it?

Lloyd! Erica!

Let's go!

It's been a long time

since you and I did
any business together.

And my, how you've fallen.

You used to have
men in the street,

people who you could call
to go looking

for this
missing girlfriend of yours.

Yeah, you're right.

I don't got that kind
of juice in the streets anymore.

But I sure as hell

got it in prison.

And that's exactly
where Cesar is going.

Make a call...

and get Vanessa
released, right now.

I told you, I don't know
what you're talking about.

You got rid of one son.

But Cesar is the one
that really matters.

Pinned all
your hopes on,

and I know you don't want
nothing to happen to him.

Cesar lasted exactly
one day on the throne.

Imagine my disappointment.

I'm not joking
with you, Santa.

Either you call the hit
off my girlfriend,

or you're gonna find
out in a couple days

that Cesar was
skinned alive.

What's it gonna be?

SHEA:
Huh?

CARMEN:
Cesar is dead to me.

Did you hear that, Cesar?

CHARLIE:
You want any kind of rhythm,
or any kind of deal,

it's only gonna come if you tell
us where Vanessa is.

Otherwise, you're gonna
go down in flames

for that so-called
mother of yours

that just sold you out.

I know where she's at.

I'll take you.

Come on.

(softly):
Okay. Okay. I love you.

And-And remember that
this is just a secret

between you and me. I...

I need you to be ready
in case I come by, okay?

Look, I
got to go.

I love you. Okay.

(door closes)

So Cesar just gave up
where Vanessa is.

Good.
Yeah.

That's really good.

For Shea.

But that doesn't do anything
for us, Lloyd.

Carmen called us out.

She can tell anyone in prison
who we are

and what we're doing.

She had her own son
killed on the inside.

I am not letting her
do that to my daughter.

Okay. Wait, wait,
wait. If you run,

they shut us down.

I go back to
maximum, Erica.

Before they pulled me out,

things had started to
get difficult for me.

I don't know if I'd
last a month in there.

Then come with me.

Look, I don't want
to run, either.

And I really wish this gig
would have worked out.

But I am not going
to let Carmen

put a bull's-eye
on my daughter's back.

What if something
happened to her, Lloyd?

(softly):
That would be my fault.

The van to Maybelle's

going to be here
really soon, and we...

(door opens)

(clearing throat)

If two members of
this task force

tried to run...

...Charlie and Ray
would find them.

Okay? No matter what.

And I'd have to help them.

Your little girl would be
older than you are now

by the time
you got out.

And you would
never get to be

a professor again,

and prove
everybody wrong.

You work with the U.S. Marshals.

They'll protect you.

Don't run.

* *

You guys waited
a long time for this.

Drink responsibly.

We've been outed.

There's no going back
for any of us,

myself included.

I may never get
to carry a badge again.

This task force has given me
the only chance I got

to do the only thing
I know how.

As long as we stick together,
we're gonna be all right.

Shea!

CHARLIE:
Thank you.

Okay, so, we're going
to put you guys

and your families
in Witness Security

safe houses for
the next two weeks

while we do a risk assessment.
You got nothing to worry about.

We got your backs.

Yeah?

She's safe.

And Carmen's being sent
to a super max in Colorado.

She'll have
no contact with anyone.

Let's get drunk.

Cheers.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Charles.
Lloyd.

(barks)