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[ Birds Chirping ]

Topher? Lucas?
Keep up, okay?

Now with these
drought conditions,

if we're lucky,
we'll see a wood stork.

I see a wood dork.

Seriously. Who cares
about some dumb-ass bird?

Dude. What's that smell?

Whoa. A dead boar.

[ Insects Buzzing ]
Nasty. Where's the head?

Somebody cut it off.

Like maybe some
devil worshippers or something.

Check it out.

It ate a zipper.

- A finger.
- Whoa.

Cool.

From the diameter,
I'm guessing adult male.

The fabric protected it
from the pig's stomach acid,

but gauging by
the degree of tissue necrosis,

I'm guessing it's been here
about five or six days.

I'll call Callie,
have her check the E.R.'s,

see if anyone's
lost a finger lately.

It's okay. I got it.

What? It's work-related.

Which means she's gotta
call you back, right?

Ah, doesn't matter.
I got no bars anyway.

Cell phone towers are banned
on state-protected land.

- Disorients bats.
- We wouldn't want that,
would we?

So-- There's no way of getting
this boar back to the lab,

so I guess we're gonna
do a field dissection.

I did a paper on boars
in grad school.

- If you want, I can do
the dissection, huh?
- I got it.

[ Squishes ]
[ Groans ]

Big alpha male. They usually
live alone in the woods
until mating season.

They're smart,
ferocious, omnivorous.

And tasty.
So why didn't the hunter
bring home the bacon?

It's a protected hunting area
and boars are out of season.

Looks like someone
just wanted the head,

left the rest
for the buzzards.

Yeah.

A trophy hunt, huh?

Well, that would account
for this weird-ass--
pun intended-- entry wound.

From a crossbow,
maybe a broadhead arrow?

Trophy hunter's
weapon of choice.

Yeah, less sound
than a gun, less likely
for Fish and Game to hear.

That, and it's
an adrenaline rush.

A boar has thick hide,
so you have to get within
30 feet for a kill shot.

If you miss,
it'll turn and charge.
They have razor-sharp tusks.

So maybe our missing finger
belongs to a poacher?

[ Groans ]

That's not all he's missing.

Human lumbosacral vertebrae.

From the size,
guessing a male in his 30s.

Check out the bling.

Bullet's lodged right in
the interior right side.
Looks like a gut shot.

And left out here
for the boars to eat.

[ Daniel ]
Hunting accident, maybe?
Hunting, maybe.

But accident?
Not a chance.

Pig died yesterday.
John Doe died five days ago--

from the gunshot wound,
I'm guessing.

Found necrophagous insects
and blowfly maggots
on the severed finger.

There's more of this guy
out there?

Possibly, though we need
to find him fast...

before his body
gets picked clean.

[ Manus ] Any hits
from Missing Persons?

[ Daniel ] No, but I sent
a print from the finger
to records and identity--

the national
fingerprint registry--

got a hit from
the Coast Guard reserve.
[ Sniffs ]

- [ Manus ] John Jackson, 34,
single, no surviving family.
- [ Sniffs ]

Or friends either,
I guess.

Guy's gone five days
and nobody misses him?

[ Daniel ]
Former marine supply sergeant,
did two tours in Iraq,

and now he's a weekend warrior
for the Coast Guard.

Worked two weekends a month
ordering supplies for patrol
ships in the Gulf of Mexico.

Was he AWOL?
Didn't have to report
to duty till next Friday.

Lists a home address
outside Fort Myers.

- Glad I gave you the finger.
- I'll head to Jackson's place,
see what I can find.

Might as well get
a D.N.A. sample while I'm there.
Okay. Take Daniel.

Daniel?
Mm-hmm.

Shouldn't Daniel
go back to the preserve,
check the pig scat?

Might lead to
the missing body.
Scat?

[ Together ]
Pig poop.

Alpha male like
the one that ate Jackson
will leave a strong trail.

Okay. That's fine.
Call Callie. And, Carlos,
you go with Daniel.

On a wild boar chase?
I just showered.

Hey, the guy's a vet.
Suck it up and find what's left
of him before more boars do.

[ Sighs ]
Happy hunting.

Um--

Jackson's neighbor
said he didn't get out much.

Looks like he didn't
leave this... room much.
Sorry.

Depression, maybe?
Over what?

His sweet man-cave?
That's a 3-D
flat-screen,

gaming chair,
two gaming consoles.

Not to mention the P38,
the AK-47 and the two
Browning shotguns.

- I think there's one missing.
- I'll get Daniel
to pull up the papers.

How does a guy working
two weekends a month
afford all these toys?

Well, maybe she'd know.

He downloaded her pics
last week.

Looks like
she's not that into him.

Well, that was
a month ago.

Maybe the guy
stayed in the game, right?

There. See?
She's coming around.

- Or she's just humoring him.
- No, that smile says more to me
than just humoring.

I guess he finally
wore her down.

Until she saw him
playing video games
in his boxers all day.

Lucky I'm a briefs guy.

These pics were downloaded
two days before he died.

Now we have a mystery woman
to go with the mystery man.

And maybe motive too.

Ho! Trophy.

For a hunting trip?

"Colonel Forey's
Swamp Adventures."
I know this place.

It's by
the forest preserve.

It's a tourist trap
with snakes and gators.

We used to go there
on field trips as kids.

Looks like they helped Jackson
bag a boar.

Or they helped a boar
bag Jackson.

Don't forget to watch out
for toxicodendron plants,
Dr. Sanchez.

I know the expression, Daniel.
"Leaves of three, let them be."

Actually, poison sumac
has about seven to 13 leaves.

More of a bush than a vine.
Thrives in wet soil like this.

Great. Thanks for the tip--

after we've been out here
for two hours.

We're close.

[ Sniffs ]
Smell that?

Boar urine-- a lot of it.

I don't even want to know
how you know that.

Booyah!

What the hell
happened here?
Feeding frenzy.

Male boars fought
over the remains of something.

I don't see a skull
or any bones anywhere.

Yeah, boars eat anything.
Whatever they miss,
ants and buzzards clean up.

Nature's self-cleaning oven.

Didn't eat this.

It's a programmable
sailing watch.

Goes for about
500 bucks or so.

Battery's dead.
Is that blood?

[ Groans ]

No, it's clear.

Smells sweet, though.
Whatever it is,
it's all over this grass too.

High-fructose corn syrup.

- Hogs go wild for it.
- Mmm. Okay.

So, somebody killed Jackson
and doused him in syrup...

to sweet-talk Mother Nature
into eating the evidence.

That's how he ended up
in the belly of the beast.

- Okay, now cut it!
- What?

- I'm gunning it!
- Okay, cut it! Cut it!

- Gun it?
- Cut-- Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!
Oh!

You said "Gun it."
No, I said "Cut it."
Cut the wheel.

Now the axle's
half-buried.

I told you this
was a logging road.
So much for your sweet little--

It was gonna be
a mud pit and--
[ Groans ]

Great. No service.
Well, there's cellular service
down the service road, so--

Yeah, it's this way.

Wh-What? You sure?

And why am I even out here?
You don't need a forensic nurse.

Well, you said that you knew
this part of the glades
like the back of your hand.

And somehow that translated
into you dragging me
out here with you?

Oh, come on.
I've dragged you out
into much worse.

No, you've dragged me
into much worse.

Really? I thought
we were past this part.

Past what?

Past being in this part,
you know? Angry?

Angry?
You think I'm angry.

Yeah-- Well, you know,
little bit.

I was trying to
figure it all out, you know?

Trying to work it out
so that no one
had to live with regret.

And what do you do?
You start seeing
your ex-girlfriend.

Uh, okay.

But Sam's gone now, Cal.

But I seriously doubt
forgotten.

Well, I figure if Sam and I
were meant to be together,

after two tries,
then we would be together.

Kind of the same
as if you and Ray
were meant to be divorced.

Ray is not the problem
and you know it.
Then what is the problem?

Me!
You?

Yeah, me, Jim.
I was scared.
Scared?

That I was jumping
into something amazing...

because it was right there
for me to jump into.

I mean, am I seriously
supposed to believe...

that the love of my life
is the first person
that I open up to since Ray?

That's terrifying.

Love of your life?
Life, yeah.

But clearly, I was wrong
if I could be this mad at you.

Well, then maybe next time,
you shouldn't raise the bar
so high.

Next time I won't.
No, wait. Cal. Cal!

Callie! S-Seriously?

Come on.
We're smart people.

We should be able
to work this out.

I mean, I have
my own trepidations.

You're not the only person
that feels like they've been
left hanging in midair.

- [ Metal Clangs ]
- [ Grunts ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Oh, my God.

Jim, you okay?
Uh, yeah.
Hunter snare?

Yeah.
You are gonna
cut me down, right?

I'm thinking about it.

I don't have a knife!

You mean something
like this?

Ouch. Oh!

It's a boar's trap, Detective,
on private property.

It's not my fault
you can't read a sign.

[ Groans ]

You're just lucky
I didn't shoot first,
sort it out later.

Oh, is that what happened
to this guy?
He a client of yours?

Got me. I guide
200 hunting parties
every year.

This guy was found
in a poached boar
two miles from here--

a boar that was killed
with a crossbow
kind of like yours.

There's a lot of bow hunters
in these parts, hon.

With broadhead arrows that leave
a distinctive enough mark...

for me to get a warrant,
turn your place upside down.

Hey, you want
to try that again?

Yeah. I recall the guy.

He and his jarhead buddies
brought AKs.

Sounds like an unfair fight.
It was.

Boars are way smarter.

Wouldn't be the first fool
to end up in a boar's belly.

Except this guy
had a .45 slug
in his spine.

You know, hard for a pig
to pull a trigger, what with
the opposable thumbs thing.

Hmm.
You own a .45?

Just a scattergun
and a deer rifle.

Where were you
five nights ago,

the night that John Jackson
was murdered?

[ Clicks Tongue ]
I was having dinner
at the Country Crocker.

Owner's a friend.

Now, if you don't mind--
I'm, uh, giving an eco tour.

"Eco tour." Yeah.

When I was a kid, you guys
used to feed live chickens
to the alligators.

That was my grandpa
who done that.
Yeah, he started this place--

back before they turned
half the swamp into
golf courses and outlet malls.

Evolve or die, huh?
I'm a survivalist.

I do what I got to do.

[ Spits ]

[ Man, Indistinct ]

So much for "evolve or die."

Forey's on
the F.D.L.E. watch list
for illegal hunting guides.

And a background check says that
he was dishonorably discharged
from the marines in Iraq.

The same unit
Jackson was in.

- Which somehow slipped his mind
when we talked.
- Yeah.

-I'll call a friend at N.C.I.S.,
see why he got booted.
-Thank you.

Detective. Hey.
Hey. Anything
on Jackson's guns?

Uh, not yet,
but I found his mystery woman.

Who is--
Uh, don't know her name,

just where
the photographs were taken.

It's a chain restaurant,
serves grits,
biscuits and gravy.

My grandparents go there a lot.
It's called--

Country Crocker.
Oh, you've eaten there.

No, but Forey did
the night Jackson died.

[ Bell Jingles ]
** [ Man Singing Country
On Speakers ]

Thank you.

Oh, my God.
It's a heart attack
on a plate.

The surgeon general should issue
a warning on this place.

Uh--
Well, killing customers
hasn't dampened its success.

Twelve franchises
in two years?

And speak of the devil,
there's our girl.

[ Spanish Accent ]
Welcome to Country Crocker...
y'all.

Uh, two?

- Wow, that's a nice accent.
Where you from?
- Colombia.

Long way from home, huh?

Hey, how did you meet
John Jackson?

John Jackson, the guy
who took these pictures of you
in the parking lot?

Uh-- He's just a customer.

Hey, y'all.
What can I do for you?

Hey.
Y'all own this place?

Among others, yeah.

Uh, Robert Landry.

Now, what in heaven's name
is the F.D.L.E. doing...

scaring the bejesus
out of my little old fiancée?

Your fiancée?
Yeah.

Huh. Well, one of your
little old customers
just turned up dead,

and he took pictures
of her last week.

Goodness.
That Coast Guard fella?

- So you know him?
- He come around
a couple times, yeah.

Anyone wearing the uniform
gets half off
anything on the menu.

- And he thought Juliana
was on the menu?
- Oh, no.

She's-- She's sweet.
She didn't know
how to handle it,

so I bought him a beer,
told him we were engaged,
and, uh, he's a gentleman.

He stopped coming around
after that, out of respect.

Out of respect, huh?
Or maybe you had a friend
have a word with him?

You know, a swamp rat
like... Benjamin Forey?

He said he was here
the night that Jackson
was murdered.

Oh, Benny.
He's a hunting buddy.

I buy gator meat off him
on occasion.
He's good people.

What-- See, in my book,
uh, good people
don't kill endangered animals.

Gators ain't endangered anymore,
Detective. They're a nuisance.

Is that how you treat nuisances,
shoot 'em in the swamp?

You want to know
where I was that night?
Yes, I do.

- Right here with Julie.
- I didn't say which night.

Just pick a night.
We practically live here.

Don't we, Julie?
Mm-hmm.

- So how long have you two
been engaged?
- About a month.

- Congratulations.
- Yeah. We're pretty excited.

We were any happier,
they'd have to shoot us.

- Interesting choice of words.
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Daniel.
What do you got for me?

Jackson's sailing watch
has a built-in compass
and memory.

The last coordinates he saved--
and only coordinates he saved--
are right here.

Which means there's something
on this swamp preserve...

that's worth killing for,
to keep it a secret.

Yeah. If I get eaten by a gator,
I promise I'm gonna come back
and haunt you both.

Hey. Isn't that the Gulf?

Yeah, it's a natural inlet.
Cancún, Mexico, is 500 miles
southwest of here.

Which means that Colonel Forey's
Swamp Adventures is three miles
due back that way.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

Wait. Is that
what I think it is?

[ Carlos ]
It's blood, and it's fresh.

- Hang back.
- Don't have to tell me twice.

Sorry, guys.

[ Mouthing Words ]

Oh. Come on.

I found a generator,
toilet paper
and a lot of boot prints.

I'm guessing it's an old
illegal hunting camp.

Fish and Game
just look the other way?
Budget cuts.

There's a lot of ground to cover
with less people.

These gators
were killed recently.

I also found the bones
of whitetail deer and wild boar
in the campfire--

all out of season.

Poaching operation like this
could do 20 grand a month easy.

For gator skin?
Or guiding
illegal trophy hunts.

That's Forey's forte.
Look at those tire tracks.

Yeah. So what's our victim
John Jackson's role in all this?

Maybe providing jarhead buddies
willing to pay the cash
to kill endangered species?

Or if they got out of line,
becoming the endangered species.

That is Forey's brand of chew.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say that this is
Forey's illegal camp.

Process what you can,
and then you two, go.

I've already had a run-in
with this guy.
He's armed and stupid.

Probably no doubt take
a hostage, use you
as a human shield if he could.

Not a guy
you want to sneak up on.
Where you going?

To sneak up on him.

[ Forey ]
...along with the whitetail deer
and the Florida panther,

two of the most endangered
of all species indigenous
to the Florida Everglades.

[ Engine Slows, Stops ]
Sorry, folks.

Just, uh, everybody sit tight.

** [ Whistling ]

[ Hammer Cocks ]
Hi.

Oh, what the hell?
I'll take that.

Back up, hands high.
I got a buggy-load
of kids, jackass.

Which you wouldn't
hesitate to use to avoid arrest,

being the survivalist
that you are.

Up, up, up.

Arrest me for what?

Felony poaching.
Oh, and the murder
of John Jackson.

Or I could just
shoot you right now,
sort it out later.

Fine.
This ain't over yet.

Oh, trust me.
Fun's just beginning.

State says you can kill
two gators a year,
by law, for personal use.

We've got your fingerprints
on four,

plus the D.N.A.
from your tobacco spit
at the crime scene.

It's government-imposed
regulation.

Nature needs predators,
you know?

Oh, 'cause it's just so much fun
to kill stuff, right?

[ Chuckles ]
Like the black bears
you bagged back in August,

like the sea turtles
you got back in May.

Well, now you got gators.
That's three strikes.

You're out. That's felony.

Plus if the lab comes back
with the blood of John Jackson
at your camp--

You know, the guy you
served with in Iraq,
the one you failed to mention?

We have mutual friends.
I barely knew the guy.

Yeah? Then why'd he have
the compass points
for your little death camp...

in his sailing watch?

You guys had
a good thing going, right?

He provided jarheads that wanted
rare trophies for their walls.

And 20,000 a month
in illegal trophy hunts--

that got you new swamp buggies,
got Jackson his sweet man-cave.

But the guy grew a conscience.
He wanted out.
So you fed him to the boars.

[ Laughs ]
You're just another
government mouthpiece.

Y-- You're nothing but theories.

Actually,
it's called probable cause,

and it'll get me a warrant
to search your compound,

where I'll probably find the .45
that you shot Jackson with.

Unless you want to make a deal.

Tell me somebody that really
did it, like your friend
at Country Crocker?

[ Knocks ]

I need to see you.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Lawyers from Country Crocker
and Robert Landry
just bailed out Benjamin Forey?

Why would a legit
restaurant businessman
like Landry...

bail out a low-life
swamp rat like Forey?

I wondered that too.
Ran a background check
on Landry.

In '07, he was
convicted of running
a restaurant-supply scam.

He was shaking down
Chinese restaurant owners
in West Miami.

All he got was
a year of house arrest
and a $10,000 fine?

Oh, no. It gets better.
Our swamp rat, Benjamin Forey,
who Landry just bailed out,

was kicked out of the marines
for smuggling heroin out of Iraq
in supply planes.

He did three years
in Leavenworth.

Forey and Landry--
two jailbirds of a feather.

Something tells me
this isn't about
gator meat anymore.

[ Manus ]
Yeah, sounds
more like drug dealing.

You know, maybe Landry's
laundering drug money
through his restaurants.

In the last two years, Landry's
added 12 new restaurants
to his biscuit empire.

- [ Manus ] Mm-hmm.
- And a hot Colombian fiancée.
Want to guess where they met?

Like moving cocaine
out of her native Colombia?

So where does Jackson
fit in on this?

Well, he's a Coast Guard
reservist, right?
Uh-huh.

So he'd have access
to all the security patrols
in the Gulf of Mexico.

So they pay Jackson
to let 'em sneak in
under the Coast Guard's nose?

And straight into Forey's
secret little swamp cove.

Forey unloads the merchandise,
takes it all in
on his swamp buggies.

Landry launders all the money
with his biscuit empire.

And Jackson lives like a king
working two weekends a month
without getting his hands dirty.

Until he fell in love
with the boss's girl.
Mm-hmm.

Hey, where are you going?

To talk to
the future Mrs. Landry.

[ Sighs ]

You know, look. I'm sorry.
Julie's mom
got sick back home.

She took off
first thing this morning.

I got no idea
when she'll be back.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, this mother's sickness thing
have anything to do with
my dead Coast Guard reservist?

What?
Or why you sprung Forey
for a poaching charge?

He needed springing.
That's what friends do,
all right?

Especially if he helped you
get rid of the guy
that was after your fiancée.

Yeah, yeah. Julie didn't have
no feelings for Jackson,
all right, Detective?

[ Laughs ]
Yeah, I know.
So you keep saying.

And I mean, how could she,
right-- you being
the catch that you are?

Beg your pardon?
Fat-cat owner of a whole
bunch of restaurants...

marries the Colombian hostess
so she can never
testify against him.

I'm sorry you came
all the way down here
for nothing, Detective.

But before you go, why don't you
take one of my mama's biscuits?

That's a secret family recipe.
I already tried one.
Way too sweet for me.

And please, you can drop
this whole southern gentleman,
fake charm thing.

I read your rap sheet.

Okay. I admit that I made some
mistakes in my past, all right?
But I learned from them.

Like what--
that there's more money
in cocaine smuggling?

That's beautiful.

Yeah, okay. You find
proof of that, you give me
a holler, all right?

All right.
Now excuse me. Some of us
got to work for a living.

- Okay, so this is cornstarch,
baking powder, crown corn-o.
- [ Man ] Yup.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you. Come on.
I'll cut you a check.

Yeah, for nothing.
[ Man ]
Sounds good.

"Big Sky Country."

[ Phone Beeps ]

Daniel. Yeah, get me in touch
with Immigration and Customs.

Get me travel history
on Juliana Amparo.

Customs says Juliana Amparo
didn't leave Miami this week
or enter the U.S. ever.

She's illegal?
Yeah.

Which means she and Landry
can't get a marriage license.

Which means we could
get her to cooperate
and testify against him.

Not if she's gone
underground-- or worse--
so we can't find her.

Well, maybe there's another way
to skin this pig--
Landry's books.

- Dirty as hell, right?
- Actually, they're spotless.

Done by a white-shoe firm
in Orlando.

Nothing offshore either.

If he's smuggling cocaine,
that money's
got to be somewhere.

Any luck
on the phone calls?

Lawyers, accountants,
managers from
other Country Crockers...

and a ton of calls
to a prepaid cell number
in the last 48 hours.

I like the sound of that.
Can you trace it?

Untraceable.
Went out of service
two hours ago.

Bought with cash
at a big-box store in Tampa.

It's a burner phone.
Maybe Landry was doing
one last drug deal?

Call the phone company.
Have them triangulate Landry's
last call to that number.

I'll get with SWAT.
There could be a major drug deal
going down at that location.

[ Man On Police Radio ]
Yellow One, we have
surveillance. Maintaining L.O.S.

Nosy old lady up the street said
there was a guy here last week,
got in a shouting match.

They didn't hear what was said,
but they I.D.'d him
as our victim, John Jackson.

- She say who lives there?
- Big Hispanic family,
real quiet.

Van picks them up
at 6:00 in the morning,
drops them off after midnight.

Not a sound out of them.
You thinking
what I'm thinking?

And I hope
we're both wrong.

Let's wake
the neighbors.
Go.

Go, go, go, go.
[ Man ]
Copy that.

[ Man Shouting ]
Police!

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

[ Whimpering ]

[ Yelps, Whimpering ]

Call an ambulance.
[ Man ]
Copy that. I'm on it.

It's okay.
It's okay, Juliana.

You're safe. You're safe.

I'm a friend.

It's okay. It's okay.
[ Crying ]

You're safe.

[ Crying Continues ]

You're safe now.

[ Woman On Police Radio,
Indistinct ]

Bars on all the windows,
padlocks on
all the bedroom doors.

Two dozen people held here
against their will,

and not one neighbor
heard or saw anything.

Standard procedure
for human trafficking cases.

From the looks of things, this
place was recently shut down.
Yeah.

How's Juliana?
Callie's at the hospital
with her right now.

Any chance
she'll roll on Landry?
Too early to tell on that one.

The house is owned
by a British national
in her 80s.

Lives in London, hasn't been
on this side of the Atlantic
in 20 years.

Rented to a Nathan Davis.

Nathan Davis is probably
a fake name, fake Social.

Any chance
they paid with a check?
Money order.

I'll call utility companies
to see if Nathan's name
turns up at any other location.

This is why Country Crocker
had such clean books.

Landry wasn't trafficking drugs.
He was trafficking people.

Forey gets 10 grand a head,
Landry gets free labor with
no payroll taxes, no fringes.

Slave labor?
Yeah.

- My grandparents eat there.
- Well, victims want
the American dream,

pay 10 grand to come
to the U.S. illegally.

And when they get here,
the smugglers
take their passports,

lock them up,
make them work for free,

tell them they'll be deported
if they talk to the police.

Yeah, or worse.
Is that blood?

Yeah. There was a lot more,
but somebody
cleaned it up with bleach.

I got enough on the wall
for D.N.A. testing,

which I'm guessing
will I.D. Jackson.

I found this on the floor,
under the mattress.

Semper Fi.
It's the marine credo.

I'm thinking Jackson
was shot here
and then dumped in the swamp.

But if Jackson was growing
a conscience, why would he come
here and get his hands dirty?

Well, maybe this will tell us.

[ Sighs ]

[ Alarm Chirps ]
Jackson must have parked this
around the corner...

so no one would know
he was there--
for an easy getaway.

Nice truck.

Language CDs.
[ Chuckles ]

He was learning
basic Spanish.

[ Mispronouncing Spanish ]

"Don't worry, jump?"

[ Speaking Spanish ]

"Don't worry.
You're safe."

- Yeah, that's what I said.
- Please.

- He was rescuing someone.
- Juliana.

Yeah, except she wasn't here
five days ago.
She was with Landry--

who wouldn't let her
out of his sight.

Until she
became a liability.

Big Sky Real Estate, Montana.

Juliana had the same thing
on a mug. Jackson must have
given it to her.

This must be
their secret getaway.

Only he was killed
before they got away.

Or there was another reason
why they couldn't leave yet,

and that reason
got him killed.

Pilar Amparo, 17,
Juliana's sister.
Smuggled here together.

You were right, Detective.

Passenger list
for an Avianca flight
out of Bogotá to Cancún...

lists both Juliana and Pilar
as passengers.

Cancún is a smuggling
hot spot--

shortest nautical distance
across the Gulf of Mexico
into Florida...

and right on through
Forey's protected little swamp.

Pilar is the reason
Juliana didn't go to Big Sky
with Jackson.

She was still
in Landry's clutches.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
When he showed up one night
to rescue her,

it cost him his life.

Hey. How's Juliana?

- She's leaving.
- What?

And by law, there's nothing
I can do to stop her.

[ Beeps ]

I can't keep her
if she refuses treatment.

I tried to convince her
she was safe,

but guys like Landry
brainwash their victims,

make them mistrust
cops, nurses, doctors.

Anyone who can break the hold
they have over them.
Exactly.

Well, I have one way
to win Juliana's trust.
How?

By arresting her.

Hey. Going somewhere?
To work.

I'm late.
Juliana, I know
about your sister.

I know you and Pilar
came here together.

I'm guessing she's
still in Landry's hands,

which is why you're here
and Jackson's dead.

Okay, he knew that
you wouldn't leave Landry...

unless you knew
Pilar was safe.

So he tried to rescue her...
because he loved you.

Come on.
Help me get Landry.

Tell me what he's done to you,
what he did to Jackson.
Help me find your sister.

Okay.

Then you're under arrest.

What? No, please.
No, you're here illegally,
Juliana.

B-But by law, Detective,
you can't arrest her,

illegal or not, if she's seeking
medical treatment.

Ah. You know what?
You're absolutely right.

Then what's it gonna be,
Juliana?

I don't know where Pilar is.

I swear it.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

I'm afraid for her.

Um, can you--
Yeah.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Carlos, give me some good news.

I said
some good news, Carlos.

The blood we found on the floor,
that was cleaned up
with the bleach,

matched the D.N.A.
of the victim-- Jackson's.

But the spatter on the wall--
that wasn't Jackson's.

See, I knew that Juliana
had stayed there too,

so I ran it against her sample
to rule her out.

It shares a high percentage of
genetic material with her D.N.A.
Could only belong to a sibling.

- It was Pilar. She was there.
- She must have witnessed
Jackson's murder.

And killed the same night
to keep her quiet.

[ Clattering ]

Detective!
Uh, would you mind?

I found Nathan Davis-- the name
on the lease of the house...

where those people were held
and where the murder went down.

Florida Power and Utility said
he rented three other houses,

paid all their utility bills
with money orders.

- Did you check where
the money orders came from?
- I did, and five days ago,

Nathan Davis used money orders
to pay for 30 one-way
bus tickets to Macon, Georgia--

home of the first
Country Crocker restaurant
outside of Florida.

It's Forey.
He and Landry must have sent
all his slave labor up north...

so they couldn't cooperate
in our murder investigation.

[ Birds Chirping, Cawing ]

[ Doorknob Rattling ]

Oh, that's nice.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Grunts ]

What's the matter, Forey?

Thought you were strictly
a crossbow guy.

[ Arrow Whooshes ]

[ Forey ]
That better?

Oh, yeah. Much better.
So now what?

[ Forey ] Well, I always did
wonder what it'd be like
to hunt down and kill a man.

I'm thinking probably
a step up from feeding
your former army mate to a pig.

[ Arrow Whooshes ]

You ain't getting out of here
alive, Detective.
You know too much.

So can I take this
as a confession for
the murder of John Jackson?

- [ Chuckles ]
Wouldn't you like that?
- Human trafficking, maybe?

You roll over on Landry
so we can both
walk out of here alive.

Oh, tell me an experienced guide
and survivalist
did not just fall for that.

Put it down. Get up.

- Now walk.
- Oh.

You won't shoot me
in the back.
I won't?

You can't.
I'm unarmed.

And as you just pointed out,

I'm a survivalist.

Forey, freeze!

[ Slide Clicks ]

Forey!

[ Metal Clangs ]
[ Forey Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Exhales ]

You gotta love the irony--
snared by his own boar trap,

stabbed by the very knife
he used to gut
and skin those boars.

Karma.
He ruined my good shirt.

Aw.
Yeah.

What's this?

They were looking to see
if Forey had any
surprises left in store.

This is what they found.
A.T.F. found plenty
in his garage.

He was armed to the teeth.

Found gold in his home,
Tamiflu, dried food and water.

I guess his end of days
happened early.

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer guy. Oh!

Wow. Ecuador,
Venezuela, Honduras.

You're looking at
half of Latin America here.

[ Jim ]
Yeah.
Is that a ledger?

Yeah, to go along
with the passports.

It records the date of arrival,
time they were stashed,

what they had to pay off
to win their freedom.

Two million dollars.

That's 200 people
at 10 grand a pop.

Buys a lot of
biscuits and gravy.

Forey was a survivalist.
He was hedging his bets...

on the day when
his hunting buddy Landry
would double-cross him.

It's good, though. If this case
would've stayed open any longer,
[ Insect Buzzes ]

it would have
eaten me alive.

Daniel, did they find any syrup
in Forey's cabin?

Syrup, like high-fructose syrup?

Like the kind of syrup that
we found on Jackson's watch that
attracted the boar to the body.

- Yeah, no.
Nothing like that.
- Huh.

- You going somewhere?
- [ Chuckles ]
Yeah. My, uh--

My night manager forgot
to make, uh, last night's
cash deposit drops.

Wow. You did all that business
in one night?

That must be
some killer biscuits.

Well, with your mama's
secret ingredient.

Course they are, right?

Uh, high-fructose corn syrup?
Yeah?

Same stuff you poured
over Jackson
when you and Forey killed him.

I-- I didn't kill Jackson.
Sure you didn't.

Like you didn't smuggle
and imprison 200 people...

to build your biscuit empire
for free?

Detective, I-I have passed
every immigration inspection
since Country Crocker opened.

By moving slave labor
from house to house to house.
Yeah.

You know, your big mistake
was actually partnering up
with a paranoid survivalist.

Forey documented
your whole operation--

names, numbers,
smuggling contacts
in Latin America.

- I'm guessing y-you got
my Julia in custody, huh?
- [ Clicks Tongue ]

She's a--
She's a sweet girl.

But you can only trust
what she says so far,
you know,

'cause those poor kids
down there,
they got nothing, you know?

They-- They lie to live.

I was just trying to--
to help her realize her dream
of coming to America.

Really?

Oh, yeah. By forcing her
into a relationship with you,

killing her sister
to shut her up about Jackson.

Yeah.
You're a real humanitarian.

Yes, please. Go for it.

I so want you to.

I would love the opportunity
to shoot you.

[ Mouths Word ]

Aw.

Guess I just
have to settle for Raiford.

It's a much worse place
than you sent them.

So you have yourself
a nice day.

[ Callie ]
So Landry had their passports
the whole time?

Forey had the rest.
Landry held on to these...

because he knew
he needed something to help
coerce Juliana into the bedroom.

That's disgusting.
He knew he could
keep her in line...

as long as he had Pilar
as a hostage.

Maybe now
she'll testify against him.
I don't know.

He really did a number on her.
Any news on her sister?

Not good news.

Carlos found her blood
in the same room
as Jackson was killed.

Worried that maybe she was
dumped in the swamp as well.

They come here full of hope,
and then they lose everything.
Yeah.

How do you survive that?

[ Jim ]
Who's she talking to?
She says a friend back home.

She calls every few hours.
Calls last about a minute.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Uh, it's Daniel.
Hey, do me a favor.
Give those to her.

Maybe if she has those
back again,
she can start to trust us.

Yeah.
Daniel,
what do you got for me?

Oh, and before I forget,
I need you
to do something for me.

[ Indistinct ]

Bonefisherman
was dragging for crab,

pulled it up in a trap
in the area where the scouts
found Jackson's remains.

Serial number matches records
from the Coast Guard.
It was Jackson's gun.

I'll run ballistics
and match the caliber.

Sounds like they tossed it
in the swamp, where they hide
all their dirty work.

Only fired once.
[ Daniel ] We never found
the rest of the body.

There might have been
other shots.

Maybe Forey and Landry
fought Jackson
over the weapon,

and it went off
by accident.

Or maybe he fought
someone else that night,

someone that's
not really a killer.

Daniel, did you check
that pay phone
at the hospital, like I asked?

I did. Got you an address.

Okay. I give up.
Why did you have me
bring Juliana down here?

Those phone calls that Juliana
was making from the hospital?
They weren't to Bogotá.

They were to this pay phone here
on the boardwalk...

and same time every day.

Wait. You mean--
Yep.

Pilar!

[ Shouts In Spanish ]

[ Both Speaking Spanish ]

Okay. How did you do that?

What, make a dead girl
come back to life? Easy.

This is the hard part.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Well, don't thank me yet.

Uh, Pilar? We know
that you shot Jackson.

No, it's okay.
He's really here to help.

Yeah. But you have to help me
and help yourselves.

I mean, we have
a pretty good idea that
the shooting was an accident.

And that's why your sister's
been in hiding since the night
of the shooting, right?

He wanted to help us.

John knew what he was doing
was wrong,

but he was
afraid to speak up...

until he met me
and some of the others and...

saw what they were
doing to us.

He knew he had to stop it,
but we had to get Pilar
out of there first.

And that's
when the accident happened?

It was dark.
She was scared.

She thought somebody was going
to take her, like when Landry
came and took me from Pilar.

The gun went off in the scuffle,
but she didn't mean to kill him.

I haven't seen Pilar
since I got taken.

She left a phone number
in her handwriting
at the host station,

and I knew she was safe,
but I didn't know where she was.

We were going
to escape, but...

then the policía came around,
and... we were afraid.

Look, I'm really sorry
for what you've been through,

but I am going to
have to take you both in.

But-- But--
If you help us make
a case against Landry,

testify against the abuse
that you suffered at his hand,

you might be able to fight
the extradition.

You know? You can make a case
with Immigration and Customs...

and then begin
the process of filing
for landed immigrant status.

[ Spanish ]
[ Spanish ]

Okay?

[ Spanish ]
Sí.

Hey. It's gonna be okay.

Gracias.
Really.

That sucked royally.
Thanks for dragging me
into this.

See? I told you
I dragged you
into much worse.

Yeah.

So what do you
want to do?

- About--
- Our last conversation.

Uh, we could just pick it up
from where we left off.

You really think
where we left off is somewhere
I'm dying to return to?

Right. Just--

We can start a new one.

Okay.

Good.

But I want to eat.

Yeah. I thought
we could eat here.

I'm not gonna eat here.

Oh. It's just, uh--
I paid for all-day parking.

That's not my problem.

You could buy me dinner,
cheapskate.