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Hey, where's Hotch?

Budget meeting.

Maybe he'll get us a raise.

They're cutting, not raising.

I just hope they don't
take the coffee.

I'd quit.

Oh, yeah. That'll save
'em like 50 bucks a week.

He'll meet us on the plane.

Where are we going?

Last night, 3 decapitated heads

were found in front
of a Sheriff's station

in the small border town
of Terlingua, Texas.

3 victims at once?

Actually, they appear to be in
different stages of decomposition.

M.E.Confirmed that one of the heads

is a day or so old.

The other 2 appear to have
died a few months ago,

but the wound edges

suggest that they were
decapitated recently.

Dirt in their mouth,
ears, and nose.

At some point,
these two heads were buried.

And then dug up.

OK, so why the sudden
need to display them?

The need may not be so sudden.

Mexico, in 2009 alone,

10 heads in coolers,

and the people belonging
to these heads

were killed just hours
before they were found.

Result of a battle between
feuding drug cartels.

DEA's not interested?

They asked us to take a look at it.

Considering the
different decomposition,

this might not even be about drugs.

Then what do we have?

Well, the victims are
two males, one female,

so no gender preference.

Staging the heads in front
of a Sheriff's station...

that's aggressive.

All 3 victims are Hispanic.

And unidentified.

Terlingua has a large
illegal population.

It's made IDing the
victims that much harder.

He might be trying to make some
type of political statement.

Volunteer border patrols do a lot
of personal policing down there.

Groups like the Minutemen

prize law and order
above everything else.

And those patrols serve
their political agenda.

Murder would be bad
for their image.

Staging the heads in
front of a police station

suggests that the
unsub might be local.

He'd have to have a knowledge

about how to do something like that,
without being seen.

So what we have is
hundreds of miles

of unincorporated desert

and an endless supply
of anonymous victims

crossing the border every day.

It's a serial killer's
perfect storm.

"A lion's work hours are
only when he's hungry.

Once he's satisfied,

the predator and prey
live peacefully together."

Chuck Jones.

Explain this to me.

The unsub hunts along
the US-Mexico border.

How big is that area?

Over 5,000 square miles of desert.

He could have gone
undetected for years.

So why announce himself?

Something happened recently.

What do we know about
crime in Terlingua?

It's a stop-over town.

Immigrants stay only 24
hours before moving on,

but that also makes them
narco-trafficking hubs.

Outside of immigration violations,

most of the arrests
are drug related.

That, my pretties,
is an understatement.

Anyone familiar
with the Lugo Cartel

out of Baja California?

Their greatest hits...
the pun being inescapable...

include multiple brutal murders,

along with importing
and distributing

nearly 2 tons of cocaine

and copious amounts of heroin,
between 1990 and 2009.

Now, if we get in our
BAU time machine,

flash forward to now,

a super cheap, highly addictive,

and totally impure form
of black tar heroin

just showed up on the
streets of Terlingua,

and the DEA thinks the Lugo
Cartel is directly responsible.

So they're expanding
their operation.

Which is often announced
by a wave of violence.

The Lugo Cartel killed
2 DEA agents last year.

We're going to need
to watch our backs.

To cartels, feds are fair game.

There's even usually
a bounty, so...

we're going to bring in the toys.

Be careful with those.
I don't need broken MP-5s

on our budget.

Guys, here's the thing.

I don't think I technically
have authorization

to carry a weapon like that.

- You don't.
- You don't.

You know, we're going
to have a victim pool

that is extremely
hesitant to talk to us.

Prentiss, you and Morgan start
with the migrant community,

see what inroads you can make.

Stress that we're only
there to catch a killer.

Rossi and Reid, the ME is waiting

to show you the heads.

Maybe they can tell us something.

What's this about?

This is part of the Lugo Cartel.

Excuse us.

Federal agents. Step aside.

We're legal citizens
of this country

demonstrating our
first amendment rights

to a peaceful assembly,

in order to protest
the unlawful arrest

of Omar Morales.

You walk around us.

Agents, Sheriff Ruiz
is waiting inside.

Ignore them.

Don't do nothin' stupid, deputies.

Anytime you want to
make a move, Jose,

you know where to find us.

All y'all do.

Sorry about the
welcoming committee.

We didn't expect you
for another half hour.

How many, uh, how many officers

in the whole department?

Including the Sheriff, 5.

There are 8 men outside.

And that's the point, right?
To show that they outnumber you.

Well, if it came down to numbers,

we wouldn't stand a chance.

Those scumbags are only a handful

of the soldiers who
work for Omar Morales.

He's the head of a local
narco traffic ring.

We picked him up this morning,

just outside of town.

He was headed for the airport.

Has he made a statement?

Not exactly.

Meaning?

Sheriff Ruiz won't
let us talk to him.

And why is that?

Well, maybe you can ask her why.

Right this way.

FBI's here.

Eva Ruiz.

I'm glad you could make it.

Agent Hotchner.

This is Agent Jareau.

Can I get you anything? Coffee?

No, thank you.

Ma'am, how do you plan on dealing

with the small army outside?

I plan on ignoring them.

Well, we can have some of...

They'll get hot and tired
and go away on their own.

They're the least of my worries.

We heard you made an arrest.

My deputies did.

But you don't agree?

Because they're wrong.

Whoever staged these heads
in front of your office

is trying to tell you something.

Mm-hmm. They want me to butt out.

Of what, exactly?

I count more than 20
missing immigrants

just in the 6 months
I've been Sheriff.

That's more than 3 in a month.

Almost one victim a week.

These are just names and
cursory descriptions.

Is there any other paperwork?

Has there been any investigation?

No one will make
an official report,

but I believe somebody around here

has been killing for a long time.

Want a laugh?

I left Brooklyn North Homicide

to slow down.

I picked the wrong
part of the country

to semi-retire.

This place is swimming
in dysfunction.

It's a game of survival,
and I can't trust anyone.

Ma'am, you've got 4 deputies.

Who I expressly told to
leave Omar Morales alone.

You can see how well
they follow orders.

Then you're sure this
isn't the Lugo Cartel?

Murder to send a message

is the way these guys communicate.

Come with me.

You know, contrary
to popular belief,

decapitation is not that easy.

Hmm. You don't often hear
popular and decapitation

in the same sentence.

You need to strike on the
weakest point of the spine.

It's normally between
the C3 and C7 vertebrae.

There are multiple strikes,

but they don't show any hesitation.

I realize you didn't have
much to work with here,

but outside of the obvious,

was there anything unusual
about these victims?

Well, the second victim
appeared to have been blind,

if not completely,
then he had cataracts bad enough

that it was difficult
for him to get around.

What about the other two?

No.

The most recent victim is older.

So is the first one, the woman.

Well, I only had
their teeth to go by,

so it would take some time
to get an accurate age,

but, yeah, I'd agree.
They were older.

We're looking for something
that we call a signature.

Something that all
the victims shared,

some physical mark,
something postmortem.

Well, I don't know if
this is what you mean,

but they all had sand residue
in their noses and throats.

Could that be from being buried?

Possibly. But the trachea
and the nasal passage,

they were kind of torn up.

If I had the lungs here,

I'd guess that they were
full of sand, as well.

You mean like they
breathed in the sand?

Forcefully enough that it
lacerated the passages.

They were running.

This is Agent Hotchner,
from the FBI.

Nice suit.

You know how much misery
that guy is responsible for?

Yeah, I've heard some of the
things this cartel's capable of.

Your boss gonna talk to him?

He's gonna try.

Good luck.

What kind of message is this?

It's funny?

Kind of, yeah.

A competitor moves
in on your business,

is that what you would do?

Hypothetically?

Yeah.

I'd gut him from crotch to chin,

then leave his intestines
open for the animals,

after I sent his left
hand to his wife,

his eyes to his mother,

and his tongue to his kids,

with a note saying that their
papa had died wetting himself.

A coward.

This ain't no message.

Hypothetically.

That's an interesting defense,

saying that you would do worse.

A defense? You asked me a question.

You think I need a defense,
charge me with something.

What do you know about the heads

that were left outside the
Sheriff's station last night?

Seriously?

You're a man who likes
to be in control.

You have a small army
standing guard outside.

They protect you because you've convinced
them, somehow, that they need you,

and you don't know what's
going on in your town?

You didn't tell him?

Tell me what?

You're looking for Santa Muerte.

The Saint of Death.

Sheriff, what exactly
is Omar talking about?

Every job has a patron saint.

Cops have Saint Jude,

Doctors have Raphael the Archangel.

But if you're a drug
dealer or a killer,

who do you pray to?

The Saint of Death.

I've learned that crossing
the desert to get here,

you lose track of the
ways you can die.

So, if someone close
doesn't make it,

sometimes it's easier to
blame a superstitious figure.

Well, Omar doesn't seem like
he believes what he's saying.

I didn't say he believes it.

I said it's who people are blaming.

What people?

Look, Santa Muerte has been
coming up more and more.

The illegals I send back.
The coyotes I arrest.

Some of the drug traffickers,
they're afraid.

Afraid of a saint?

I handled a homicide once

where my only witness was
this 4-year-old girl.

And she told me her mom and
dad got killed by a dragon.

Turns out the bad guy wore a green
rain suit with a pointy hood.

To the kid it looked like a dragon.

So when hundreds of people are
talking about the same monster,

it's a sure bet
something's going on.

They just don't know
what to call it.

So they call it Santa Muerte.

I told you we should have
kept that bastard locked up.

And I'm telling you for
the last time, Boyd,

go back on patrol.

No decomposition.
It's a new victim.

He's becoming more
focused on you, Sheriff.

Sheriff, may I have
a word with you?

It's clear that this is personal.

It always was.

How's that?

Look, I have no idea how
many of these people

have gone missing over the years,

but one thing is clear.

I'm the only one who
seems to give a damn.

That's as personal
as it gets for me.

We're here because we care.

Well...

all I've got is a bunch of
stories and superstitions.

What if it isn't even happening?

Sheriff, I can't tell you how
long this has been going on,

but something's
definitely happening now.

And from the way the
unsub is acting,

it's obvious that
you've touched a nerve.

Whoever he is, I think you've
probably talked to him.

I've talked to anyone
who will listen.

Drug dealers, immigrants,
business owners...

Well, one of them is
your Santa Muerte,

and he's feeling the pressure.

When we get back to the station,

I want to go over every
single interview you've done.

How? Who are we even looking for?

We have a profile to give
you and your deputies.

We're searching for a personality
type called a human predator...

In the classic sense, a hunter.

All the victims we've been able

to conclusively tie to him

have been older or
handicapped in some way.

This suggests he waits for someone
to separate from the pack,

looks for the weakest.

Like a lion or something.

Except a lion hunts food.

This type of predator hunts power.

It's not about serving a need,

and everything is a
means to that end.

We also believe that he makes his
victims run through the desert

in order to weaken them.

He may not be capable of taking
them on in their strongest state,

despite their age or infirmity.

This suggests that he's possibly
handicapped in some way himself.

Certainly weak,
maybe small or even thin.

And an unsub who creates
chaos and then attacks

typically carries this through
to all aspects of his life.

He's unlikely to be
in a relationship.

If he is, it's an abusive one.

This guy gets off on control.

He will have tried to stay very
close to the investigation.

He's well aware that the Sheriff

has started looking into the
missing illegal immigrants.

How do you know that?

It's probably why the
decapitations started,

as a countermeasure.

He's trying to throw
off the investigation.

It's typical in an organized
offender like this.

Cary Stayner, the Yosemite Killer,

drove more than 50 miles
to dump cigarette packs

and driver's licenses at intersections,
to throw off suspicion.

Start by looking back at
everyone you've talked to

in connection with these killings.

We need to start with people

who are familiar with
the immigrant journey.

Like who? Advocates? None of
them will talk to us. I've tried.

Well, the coyotes
want this guy caught.

He's hurting their business.

And if the advocates really
care about the immigrants,

they're gonna want to find
whoever is responsible, as well.

There's one guy who could help.

He runs an outreach
program called Libertad.

Where can we find him?

Clyde, you want to take them
over to meet Richard Corral?

My lucky day.

These FBI agents
want a word with you.

See the limp?

Hey, baby girl, I need you to
run a check on someone for me.

What is wrong with you, Clyde?

None of my clients will trust me

if I've got federal agents
walking around here.

Well, maybe you shouldn't
spend your time

helping illegals sneak
into the country.

They only want a better life.

Well, then, they ought to
come in the front door.

Uh, gentlemen, another day?

Mr. Corral,

we understand your hesitation,

but we aren't here about immigration,
we're here about murder.

Do you know anything
about the heads

that were left in front of the
Sheriff's station a few days ago?

Everyone does.
My clients are terrified.

Clients.

Deputy...

Another man was
murdered last night.

an immigrant.

We need to figure out how this man

finds his victims.

Sheriff Ruiz said you know

more about these people's
journey than anyone.

Yeah.

How many places are there to cross?

For every tunnel we find,

there's 12 more we
don't know about.

And once they've made it?

Runners keep documents in
the trunks of their cars.

Passports, fake Social
Security numbers, green cards.

It's a big business.

Especially in border towns.

Do you know these runners?

They change all the time.

If immigrants don't find you,
where do they go?

Safe houses.

It's supposed to be where
they can find rest,

water, food.

Supposed to be?

It's more like a prison,

until their families can
pay off the coyotes.

Where are these safe houses?

Are you kidding?

They come and go faster
than the tunnels.

OK. Thank you for your time.

Sheriff, we could use a hand
with the geographical profile.

We're trying to locate
likely safe houses.

Your team travels all
around the country, right?

That's right.

My last year in homicide,
I handled 36 murders.

I was one of 20
detectives in my unit.

Do the math.

Don't ask me how many I solved.

I'm sure you did
the best you could.

There really isn't anywhere to go

where people aren't killing
each other, is there?

Likely safe houses?

Even if we could find a safe house,

you really think someone who
just crossed is gonna talk to us?

Well, there's a good chance that last
night's victim didn't cross alone.

Someone may be missing him.

If last night's illegals
are still at safe houses,

we can find the route they used

and we'll know the
unsub's hunting grounds.

The whole point of a safe
house is it's a secret.

If I could find them,
I'd shut them down.

All right, if it's a first stop,

we should start with homes
that are closest to the border.

I could pull land deeds.
Might take a while.

We've got something faster.

- Garcia.
- Sir.

We're looking for illegal immigrant
safe houses, in Terlingua.

Mm-hmm. What are the parameters?

Start with homeowners and
renters with criminal records.

Uh-huh. That's a start.
Give me more.

Morgan said they're always moving.
Look for homes

with short-term leases.

And spikes in utilities.

If they're housing illegals,

there'll be a higher
usage of power and water.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

I'm crossing with all
Texas utility companies.

And I have 3. And I just sent
the addresses to your phones.

Thanks, Garcia.

If you're looking for
a gift to get me,

one of her would be
greatly appreciated.

We're pretty sure
they broke the mold.

Yeah.

You know, we're not
going to get very far

if you keep arguing about
illegals with everyone.

This place used to be different.

How do you mean?

I don't know.

Different.

Got it, sir.

We're gonna split up
possible safe houses.

The closest one to us
is 10 minutes from here.

They ain't gonna
be happy to see us.

You got a cell phone?

- Yeah.
- Give me the number.

Deputy, we're at the back door.
Go ahead and knock.

Police! Open up!

Uhh! Uhh!

Nice.

I played a little strong
safety in college.

No idea what that means.

FBI. We got a few
questions for you.

No hablo Ingles.

FBI. Tenemos algunas preguntas.

In here?

You keep them in a stable?

You got him?

Yeah.

Go.

His mother.

Prentiss.

Gentry! We need backup
and medical units!

Now, you're gonna listen to me.

If you don't want to talk to me,
that's fine.

I don't care.

But you're facing rape, kidnapping,

weapons charges, and numerous
counts of federal conspiracy

to smuggle and harbor
illegal aliens.

This is your last chance to
help yourself, my friend.

He doesn't look concerned.

It's because the whole
border situation is chaos.

He has as much chance
of just getting deported

as he does of doing prison time.

I'll make some calls, see if I
can pull some federal strings.

Who's gonna pull the
strings when you go home?

Her husband was sick
and he stayed behind.

Just like the others.

Can he have soda?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Come on, big man, let's get a soda.

I thought I sent you
home an hour ago.

Yeah, uh, something's bugging me.

That young boy says he
remembers seeing the sun

when he crossed the border.

They crossed at night.

Yeah, I know. It got me thinking.

There's a big mural on
the side of an old barn.

It's of the sun.

How far out?

About 15 minutes.

Want to take a ride?

Sure.

Don't think I've been out this way.

I used to ride out
here when I was a kid.

Horses?

ATVs.

Never been on one of those.

Yeah, you gotta be
careful with them.

You can wreck pretty good.

Growing up, all I
ever had was a bicycle

If I could keep it long enough,
before it got stolen, to ride it.

Good reason to hate
the city, right?

One of them.

There.

It looks a lot like
the kid described.

Santa Muerte and the sun.

That's good police work, Boyd.

Hey, what do you think about
that profile the FBI gave?

- What do I think?
- Yeah.

He may not be capable of taking
them on in their strongest state,

despite their age or infirmity.

They said the guy was a coward.

Anyone kills that many people
has gotta be a real bad-ass.

Well, where I come from, preying on
people who can't defend themselves

makes him a punk-ass.

A coward.

Putting a man's head
outside your house

hardly seems like a coward.

Something wrong
with your leg, Boyd?

Yeah, I busted it up pretty
bad when I was a teenager.

Can't hardly run anymore.

Ooh, it hurts like a bitch
every time it's gonna rain now.

He's possibly handicapped
in some way himself.

Certainly weak.
Maybe small or even thin.

I didn't know you had a bad leg.

You didn't know anything about me.

Excuse me?

You just came from New
York and took over,

sticking your nose in things
that were going just fine.

You're talking about the missings?

The missing.

Now, how could someone be missing

if they ain't supposed to be
here in the first damn place?

They're gonna blame it all on Omar.

I can get rid of
that son of a bitch

and you.

Why, Boyd?

Why? Huh.

Why not?

You won't make it.

I gotta try.

Yeah, I know.

Where are all the deputies?

Maybe they found another head.

No, the Sheriff would
have contacted us.

Have you heard from
her this morning?

No, sir, I wasn't
expecting to, though.

JJ, come with me.

10-4, unit 3.

Keep us posted on your progress.

What's going on?

It's the Sheriff. She's missing.

She never came in this morning.

Her cruiser's missing, too.

The whole department's
looking for her.

Did she say anything to you?
Was she working on something?

She was gone before we
left here last night.

- Gone where?
- I thought she went home.

Have Garcia trace her cell phone.

See if she had any
incoming calls last night.

This is Boyd.

Oh, God.

I found her.

God, she's all...

just get me some help.

Hurry.

Deputy.

What he did...

It's the Sheriff?

Yeah. Yeah, it's her.

This isn't the same. This is angry.

And overkill.

It's a completely different MO

and a new victimology.

He goes from impossible to
identify illegal immigrants

to a law enforcement officer?

We're profiling a guy who picks
on the weakest in a crowd.

I didn't know her that well,
but weak doesn't seem to fit the Sheriff.

It's also not random.

How so?

It's what Omar Morales
said he would do to a body

to send a message.

He'd tear someone up like that?

That's exactly what
he said he would do.

The evisceration,
the hand, the tongue.

He told Ruiz and I when we first
came into the interrogation room.

We're the evidence team.

Right here.

Is it her?

What's left of her.

Is there anything in the car?

Nothing that would indicate
where she was headed last night.

There's no notebooks, no log.

Her body is mutilated
in exactly the way

that Omar Morales,
the drug trafficker,

said he would mutilate a body.

We did profile the unsub would be
someone close to the investigation.

But only Ruiz and I
heard him say it.

So Omar looks good for this?

Except why would he kill
the one person in town

who didn't think he was the unsub?

Garcia says there's no activity

on the Sheriff's cell past 9 PM.

Does anybody remember who was at the
station last night when we arrived?

The station?

The Sheriff's body was
mutilated exactly the way

the drug trafficker
said he would do it.

Oh, no, all of it? The tongue, too?

You heard that?

Yeah, I was at the window
when you were talking to him.

There was a speaker on the wall.

Was anybody else there?

Yeah, Deputy Boyd.

Deputy Gannon, where's Deputy Boyd?

Him and Gentry went to pick him up.

- Pick up who?
- Omar Morales.

Hey!

How do you want to play this?

Boyd!

Don't do something stupid, Jose.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, take it easy.

We can work this out.

Boyd! What the hell are you doing?

This ain't gonna stick, you know.

Aah!

Ronny, what did you do?

He had a gun.

What?

He had a gun.

Ronny, he ain't got no gun.

I had to shoot him.

He killed two cops.

What?

Gentry.

Gentry, this is Agent Prentiss.

If he's near you,
please don't say anything.

We think the unsub
may be Deputy Boyd.

Gentry, are you there?

Reid, JJ, stay out
here and stay alert.

Yeah.

It's Gentry.

Does this look legit to you?

Omar took shotgun hits.

Gentry only has a pistol.

There's no powder residue
on Omar's hands, either.

Oh, my God. What if he heard me?

Gannon, where would Boyd go?

I don't know.

This is no time to be covering up.

He killed your boss and Gentry.

I'm not covering.
I don't know the guy that well.

No one does. He's a loner.

My liege.

Garcia, Deputy Boyd is our unsub.

He has a police radio.
Can you track it?

Yeah. What's his unit number?

Call the Sheriff's station.

Get the serial numbers
from the dispatcher.

OK, I'll get back to you.

We profiled him as a hunter.

Well, now he's the hunted.

He'll go someplace he feels safe.

Someplace he knows he can control.

Home?

No, I think a preplanned location.

Sir, I've got him.
He's heading northbound.

Interstate?

No, he is not on a road at all.

He's driving through the desert.

Keep tracking him, Garcia.

He's running.

Not home for sure.

He lives in a trailer
out West of town.

So where's he running to?

Morgan, Prentiss, Reid... Deputy,

you take them to his house,
see what you can find.

I need your radio.

- What are you gonna do?
- Keep him busy.

Deputy Boyd, this is Agent
Hotchner, with the FBI.

I know you can hear me.

You have no place to go.

This is my desert.
You think you can find me out here,

yeah, well, come on out.

Cocky little bastard.

The trouble is he's right.

We don't know anything
about this desert.

Hope they can find something.

Oh, God.

Well, we're definitely
in the right place.

Just breathe through your nose,
like normal.

Smell is the weakest sense. In a few
more minutes, you won't even notice it.

What about the taste?

I think that's in your head.

All right, spread out.

Let's find out where
this guy's headed here.

Boyd, this doesn't have to end
any worse than it already is.

Is that right?

Turn yourself in. I'll tell
the judge you cooperated.

This is Texas, Agent.

You think the judge gives a damn
whether or not someone cooperated

when he's handing out
the death penalty?

Now, don't get me wrong.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

That's the only way to
deal with someone like me.

You think he's suicidal?

Or he's bluffing.

What's North of here?

A whole lot of nothing.

He's not panicking.

There's something out there,
and he's headed for it.

Oh, God.

I found where the source of
that smell is coming from.

Ohh...

Oh, my God.

Well, this is where
he decapitated them.

Guys, come look at this.

I'm ready for that smell weakness
to kick in anytime, Reid.

Listen. "Golden
Harvest Grain and Feed

suffered another setback today

in a ruling over the death
of foreman Fred Boyd."

"Boyd survived by his son, Ronald."

Didn't the last victim's child say
that he saw the sun when he crossed?

Yeah.

Golden Harvest,
that's out North of town.

Sir, I... I lost him.
The signal's gone.

He smashed the radio.

Garcia, I need a satellite photo of
the last place that the signal showed.

There's something out there
that's not on the map.

Yes, sir, I'm already
working on that.

Let's head North.

Hotch, there's an old
grain and feed barn

north of town called
Golden Harvest.

Boyd's father was killed there.

Garcia's searching for an
exact address right now.

OK, right. We'll see you there.

His victims.

Reid, I want you to stay with
the crime scene, all right?

I'll call the state and
local bureau offices.

They'll be here as
soon as they can.

Try not to shoot
that inside the car.

You mean try not to deafen you?

Exactly.

There's his vehicle.

You take the side door.
I'll take the front.

Watch the windows up top.

Do you have a shot?

I can't see anything.

- Prentiss, look out!
- I got him, I got him.

- You all right?
- Yeah!

No!

Are you out of your mind?

You blew out my eardrum.

What did you want me to do?
He was coming right at us.

I told you I had him.

He was shooting at us, Emily.

Well, you could have
given me a heads-up.

The loaded MP-5 and the lunatic
shooting at us wasn't enough? Come on.

The state's sending out
a crime scene team.

It's going to be hard
to identify the bodies

without missing persons reports.

I called that advocate,
Richard Corral.

He's contacting families
with missing relatives.

He's gonna try and get some DNA.

That'll help.

This is a mess.

It would have been a bigger
mess without Sheriff Ruiz,

and it would still be happening.

Did she have any family?

I already have Garcia
checking into it.

I'm going to call
Brooklyn Homicide,

talk to some of the
guys I know there.

They'll honor her shield.

That's good. An ex-NYPD
Detective would like that.

Let's go home.

"Many persons have the wrong idea

of what constitutes true happiness.

It is not attained through
self-gratification

but through fidelity
to a worthy purpose."

Helen Keller.