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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)