[water sloshing]
[panting]
[Spanish song playing]
[song continues]
[siren wailing]
Guarda Costa!
[man over PA] 'This is the United States Coast Guard.'
[men shouting in Spanish]
[song continues]
[man over PA] You're entering US waters. You will be arrested.
[song continues]
[male #1] 'Coast Guard officials have confirmed'
these men are indeed Cuban rafters
trying to reach dry land.
[reporter] 'They've spent days, even weeks adrift'
'navigating through turbulent shark-infested waters.'
'According to wet-foot, dry-foot law'
'any rafter arrested before reaching dry land'
'will immediately be sent back to Cuba.'
'Should they reach dry land, they will be granted asylum.'
[Spanish song playing]
[fans cheering]
[song continues]
[cheering continues]
[male reporter #1] 'Looks like the last one is turning himself in now.'
[cheering continues]
[announcer speaking Spanish]
[male announcer] 'Gonzalo Luque is trying to steal home.'
[panting]
[all cheering]
[panting]
[cheering continues]
[announcer shouting Spanish]
[male announcer] 'He dives! And he's safe!'
[panting]
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
[male #2] 'Buenas tardes.'
[male #2] My name is Jaime Reyes.
And, uh, for those who know a little about Cuban baseball
this is Gonzalo Luque, the Cuban Mickey Mantle.
And I'm happy to announce that he has just signed
with the Philadelphia Phillies organization
and he will report to the Redding Phils next week.
[applauding]
Gonzalo would like to say something.
Hey. Hello, America.
Thank you, and... I want to play baseball.
[applause]
[camera shutter clicking]
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[dramatic music]
ICE agent says this guy's got information on a cold job
October '99.
Those are all the possible matches.
A couple of gang shootings, robbery gone bad.
Two stone-cold whodunits.
This guy fishing for a deal?
Aren't they all?
[indistinct chatter]
Agent Scarcelli
Immigrations and Customs Enforcement.
[Scarcelli] 'Eddy's in our country uninvited.'
'He got popped for an electronics store'
smash-and-grab along with cannabis possession.
The smoke was for religious purposes.
Lemme guess, you're looking at a boat ride
back to Port-au-Prince.
Yes, sir.
Eddie'd rather spend a month in lockup here
than go back to the Haitian clinker.
Look, I testify, I get to stay, right?
It depends what you got.
It was October.
Pretty good memory with all that praying you been doing, Eddie.
It's the truth.
I remember because of the pumpkins.
Start with a location.
That sandlot near Lancaster Avenue.
Wrong answer.
[Scotty] We got no unsolved murders in that area.
I warned you about wasting our time.
It was that baseball player.
He was going to play for the Phillies.
The guy's name was Gonzalo Luque.
Oui.
Only problem, Eddie, is, uh, Gonzalo was killed
about five miles from Lancaster Avenue.
Body was found in the Badlands.
Tha-that's not what I saw.
[dramatic music]
Yo, man.
[music continues]
[tires squealing]
[music continues]
I come out, the body gone.
Oh, you couldn't swipe Jesus
so you settled for the Louisville slugger?
[chuckling]
[Lilly] You see the car?
- No. - What about the bat?
Perfectly good bat.
I give it to my nephew Patrick. He hit real keen with it.
Bring us the bat.
We'll see what we can do
about prolonging your jail time in America.
Oui.
Play ball.
[theme music]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
[John] Gonzalo Luque, 23 years old.
Found dead in an alley off Elkhart in the Badlands
morning of October 22, 1999.
Cause of death, blunt-force trauma to the chest
resulting in cardiac arrest.
[Scotty] Assigned back in the day figured that 'hood
Gonzalo was looking for drugs, guns, or tail.
[John] 'Played for Double-A Redding.'
[Scotty] 'Uh, guy could rake.'
'Big league club invited him'
to Spring training.
Yeah, he'd have won a ring last season.
[door opening]
The bat Eddie the Haitian says was next to the body.
Oh, that could be a good match
for the contusion that killed him.
Initials, "ST"
[Will] 'The proffer was asked about that.'
He said the letters were there already.
Lumber could belong to one of his teammates.
Nobody with those initials on the team.
So now we got a dead baseball player's body
being moved across town.
Or maybe our doer didn't want the lot connected to the body.
I didn't even know there was a baseball diamond there.
Detective back in '99 spoke to Jaime Reyes, Gonzalo's agent
and a cousin, Juan de la Cruz.
Says here Gonzalo's wife Piedad and son Andres turned up
near Key West day after his murder.
Wanna double-check that story along with this cousin.
Find out what Gonzalo was doing on that field.
I'll see what the agent remembers.
Guy makes it all the way from Cuba
ends up dead in an alley.
[footsteps]
Oh, Cuban Pete's all over this one.
Yeah, well..
I'm half Puerto Rican.
Maybe the doer's Puerto Rican.
[instrumental music]
Alright, everybody, listen up!
Sign-up sheet for the annual softball game
against the fire department.
We won't get hosed like we did last year.
To that end, they got a ringer down in Patrol.
The guy is unhittable.
Been a rule change this year.
- Mandated coed teams, so.. - Sounds good. Sign me up.
Can you catch?
Hell, yeah, I can catch.
You throw like a girl?
You dance like a white guy?
Alright, pencil you in as alternate, bench.
You throw like a girl?
Yup.
Catch?
Not so much.
Alright, you're our catcher.
[telephone ringing]
And you're riding bitch with me all the way to Union City.
Located the victim's wife, Piedad Luque.
Hmm!
Alright.
[dramatic music]
See you later, Mom.
Make sure you take the bus back.
I don't wanna hear about you cutting through the park.
Okay.
Andres, ven aca.
Please, uh, sit.
[Nick] Does Andres know
the circumstances around his father's death?
No, I never believed what they said
Gonzalo was doing in that part of town.
He was a family man.
[Kat] 'Wondering how Gonzalo could'
leave you and your son back in Cuba.
He had no choice.
None of this would have happened
if they hadn't taken baseball away from him.
Who's "they"?
The Cuban government.
They said he and some other players had contact
with an American sports agent.
That agent Jaime Reyes?
Yes.
After the ban, it was a nightmare.
No money, no food, no friends.
That why Gonzalo left, to make a new start?
Hardest decision of his life.
But once he'd made it, there was no turning back.
[instrumental music]
[dog barking in distance]
[music continues]
[speaking in Spanish]
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
[music continues]
And that was it.
The last time I saw him.
[Nick] You had plans to join him?
When the time was right.
Hell of a raft trip.
Would have done anything to see him again.
You stay in touch with him when he got to Philly?
It wasn't easy.
Our phone calls were monitored, letters opened.
He mention any problems to you?
No.
Juan said Gonzalo was very excited
we would be joining him in America.
Juan, his cousin?
Yeah, he was my cousin.
But Gonzalito was more like..
...like my little brother.
I came to-to America..
...two months before he was killed.
Juan, where were you the night Gonzalo was killed?
You guys are not Internal Revenue.
I was, uh, I was removing asbestos
off the books, at Liberty Towers.
I worked my way up since then.
You ever go to that old sandlot
near Lancaster Avenue with Gonzalo?
Lancaster Avenue?
Yeah, a lot of pickup baseball games there.
- Familiar with it? - Not that one.
But Gonzalito, he-he loved baseball.
He would see a game and..
[chuckling] ...stop to ask if he could play.
He always had his equipment with him.
Is this Gonzalo's bat?
[telephone ringing in distance]
No, not Gonzalo's. It's too heavy.
He was a contact hitter.
He put the ball anywhere.
Know anybody with those initials?
[whispering] No.
You play ball?
A little in Cuba.
Pero olvidate when I got here
it was all work.
Did you happen to see Gonzalo on the day he died?
I was busy working.
He was training hard.
Getting ready for Spring training in October?
It's what he loved.
Couldn't believe all the things this country had given him.
[Orishas singing "537 Cuba"]
Oye, take off that garbage, huh?
[chuckling]
[song continues]
[Juan speaking Spanish]
Mira.
Take what you want, primo.
- Primo. - It's all yours.
Oye, can't have you looking fresh off the boat.
[chuckling]
- Oye. - Oh!
You hungry?
[scoffing]
[song continues]
[Juan speaking Spanish]
[song continues]
You see this one?
This one's reserved for the day
that Cuba's free of its oppressor.
May it be soon..
...and may it be painful.
Amen.
[song continues]
Juan de la Cruz
welcome to the land
of the Yankee imperialistas!
Traidor!
[Juan laughing]
[shouting]
[song fading]
I still have that champagne.
It won't be the same when I can finally open it.
[speaking Spanish]
On my father's side.
I was born here, though.
[Juan speaking Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
Hello? Chicos? Gringa.
[chuckling]
[Lilly] 'Now, how much money did Gonzalo'
stand to make when he got called up, Juan?
Gonzalo made seven dollars a month playing baseball in Cuba.
He had no idea about millions.
[Juan] 'His, uh, agent managed everything.'
Oh, Jaime Reyes?
And his...agent managed his money, too?
[Juan] After he died
Reyes tried to screw Piedad out of what money was left.
[dramatic music]
[phone ringing]
Detectives.
- Sparkling water? - No.
We, uh, we have some questions about your former client
Gonzalo Luque.
[Will] 'Spoke to Gonzalo's widow.'
'Said it was your contact with him that got him'
banned from baseball in Cuba.
I offered him freedom and a better way of life.
[Will] And what'd you offer his widow after he died?
Everything Gonzalo had left, which wasn't much.
He did what they all do.
Fancy cars, nice clothes, jewelry.
We understand you managed his money.
I run a full-service agency. There's a problem?
[John] 'His widow thought there should've been'
more of that money left over.
[chuckling] Piedad never quite grasped the probate process.
Exactly how much did she grasp?
Lay the money out for us, Jaime.
I'm gonna have to find Gonzalo's records.
It could take a day or two.
I put everything in an off-site storage
when we moved to our new offices.
Well, you've done quite well for yourself.
I started with a desk in my garage.
Cuban players are good for business.
Well, now, yeah, but... Gonzalo was my first.
With his skills in today's market
forget it, you're talking about top-of-league money.
Watch this. Watch this.
[Benny More singing "Que Bueno Baila Usted"]
Savage, Gonzalo, savage!
[laughing]
[grunting]
[shouting in Spanish]
[all shouting]
Hey!
[instrumental music]
It's hard for a guy like that to see someone
who's been touched by the baseball gods.
Who was he?
Eric Hynes, he got demoted to right field
to make room for Gonzalo.
That's him on the right.
[John] 'This Hynes ever make it to the bigs?'
[chuckling] No. No, he got popped for a domestic assault charge.
And he was arrested for waving a gun around in a nightclub.
Eric "Showtime" Hynes.
Showtime?
[Will] 'ST, same initials on the bat.'
Uh, nothing like having a signed murder weapon.
[dramatic music]
Hell, yeah, I remember Gonz.
Boy had wheels in center field.
Shame he got killed like that.
Killed like how?
Messing where he was messing.
You mean the Badlands or that sandlot by Lancaster Avenue?
You trying to cross me up or something?
Still on probation.
Getting ready to start a hitting clinic.
Pass on my techniques to disadvantaged youths.
Oh, domestic assault ought to go over big with the baseball moms.
Yeah, why don't you give us some pointers on..
...how you take out your competition, Showtime.
Where'd you get that stick?
At the crime scene.
The giveaway..
the "ST" right here.
Technically, "Showtime" is one word, Einstein.
May be time to change your name to Jail Time
just to get a jump on things.
I gave that bat to him.
I told him he could grow into it.
You and Gonz buried the hatchet.
That's right.
To tell you the truth I always felt a little guilty when..
...I heard they thought he was uptown
looking for a little something something.
You introduce him to some of your bad habits?
Nah. Nah, Gonz was a pretty straight arrow.
I just showed him how to roll.
[instrumental music]
Hey, Havana.
You want a nipple for that Cuba Libre you nursing there?
We call it a mentirita.
Translation, Havana.
It's a lie.
Cuba's not libre.
[chuckling]
[ShowTime] 'Hey, how about that?'
[ShowTime] 'That's Marisol.'
Damn, she's bringing it tonight!
You wanna take a cut at that, Papa?
- No, I'm okay. - Uh, no, you ain't.
What you need is a dip in the Caribbean.
♪ Lie about it baby just alleviate your clothes ♪
- What's up, E? - Hey, Marisol, Marisol!
I want you to meet my man here from Havana.
- Gonzalo. - Marisol.
Yeah, Gonzalo here is fresh off the boat.
He needs someone to talk to him in his native tongue.
[speaking in Spanish]
[chuckling] Oh, my man!
♪ When you flaunt it time to give it to daddy ♪
♪ now tell me how you want it.. ♪
Marisol had an eye for the guys
who were gonna pull down the coin.
You know he had a wife and kid back in Cuba?
[chuckling] He never told me about that.
Look. Gonz was real lonely.
Marisol helped relieve him
of some of that loneliness on a nightly basis.
You see them together before Gonzalo was killed?
I don't exactly recall.
[Kat] How about you?
How about me what?
Where were you the night Gonz got killed, October 21?
Fall of '99.
I was patrolling center field for the Taipei Gida.
Had a nice little run over there in Taiwan.
Till I snapped a hammy.
[repeated banging]
[Nick] Son of a bitch!
There he goes again disrespecting the furnishings.
I lost my ringer.
Turns out the guy's wife works for those fire-dousing ferries
and she threatened to cut him off if he pitches for us.
- Slow or fast pitch? - Slow.
I played a little beer league.
They called me the Golden Arch.
Let's see it, Mickey D.
[indistinct chattering]
Ready?
[chuckling]
[John] We'll see you on the field.
[instrumental music]
Marisol, your name came up in an investigation.
[Scotty] Gonzalo Luque.
Like a decade ago.
I've moved on.
Heard you had a thing for ballplayers.
In our line of work, we get badge bunnies.
Not into cops.
Too controlling.
That's a shame.
Gonzalo another notch on your bedpost?
Okay, what is this about?
Oh, your boyfriend's found dead
and you don't come forward with information.
- He wasn't my boyfriend. - Huh.
Well, then, maybe another player in your roster
took exception to the hours you were keeping with Gonzalo.
I told you we weren't together when he was killed.
It was complicated.
Uncomplicate it for us, then.
[scoffing] Broke my rule..
...and fell for the guy.
[Gonzalo] 'How come every time I ask you about them'
'you change the subject, hmm?'
You know how things are over there.
I...wanna know about my family.
Andrecito looks just like you.
[speaking Spanish]
[chuckling]
[speaking Spanish]
[Gonzalo] 'I write, I call.'
[Juan] She's being careful.
Things are not so easy for her.
What?
She do? She with someone else?
[sighing] She filed for divorce.
[sighing]
Gonzalito, what did you expect?
I'm losing myself here, primo.
I need to get my son back.
No, no, no, Andrecito is just a kid.
It-it's too dangerous.
[speaking Spanish]
Nothing is impossible here, Juan.
I'm gonna do what I have to do to see my son.
[dramatic music]
He had this whole other life I didn't know about.
They split up, but he wanted to get his son back.
He still needed her to bring him over.
Not what I signed up for.
That's when I knew it was over.
[machine whirring]
Alright.
Ahem.
Agent Scarcelli's faxing me Piedad's INS file.
Maybe shed some light on what happened in Cuba
between Piedad and Gonzalo.
They broke up.
He must have been a pretty convincing guy
get her to chaperone his son across the Florida Straits.
Still a ticket out of Cuba.
No, ahem, can't say I blame her.
You ever been?
Nope.
Don't you wanna see it before there's a Starbucks
on every corner?
I'll leave that to the tourists
and hipsters sporting Che T-shirts.
[fax machine beeping]
[Scotty] I know too much about what happens there
to sip mimosas poolside in Havana.
[fax machine beeping]
Got something?
Lemme see Gonzalo's immigration file.
Sunburned and blistered.
Look like she spent a week at sea the way Gonzalo did?
Not on a raft, she didn't.
More like an overnight speedboat ride, point-to-point.
Divorce wasn't the only thing Piedad was lying about.
[dramatic music]
[engine revving]
How was it you got to America, Piedad?
I told you already.
Also told us you were married to Gonzalo.
Failed to mention that you filed for divorce back in Cuba.
Neighborhood spies were watching us.
The divorce made it easier for us to escape.
Or maybe you were pissed off 'cause he ditched you.
Came to America, got rich, and dipped into who knows what?
No.
When Gonzalo got suspended from baseball in Cuba
it destroyed him. He had to leave.
But you divorced him after he defected.
I had no choice.
When Gonzalo came to America, the government threatened
to take our house.
I was protecting Andres.
Divorce meant survival.
We're trying to solve your husband's murder
but you keep lying to us.
[Nick] 'You look pretty good for just coming off a raft, Piedad.'
If you tell us again how you brought your two-year-old
on a 90-mile raft trip
Andres is gonna come home
to see his mom being hauled away in cuffs.
- I was afraid. - Of what?
The man who brought us here.
[dramatic music]
[Piedad speaking Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
Gonzalo.
Hello?
[Gonzalo over phone] 'Hello?'
Gonzalo went to see this man.
In Miami?
No. He was in Philadelphia.
He arranged the whole thing?
Yes.
You think this man killed your husband?
Yes.
We need a name, Piedad.
[siren wailing in distance]
All I have is my son.
They already took Gonzalo.
- You want to be safe? - Yes.
You make this right and tell us who did this to Gonzalo.
The men called him "Oz".
That's all I know.
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
[Nick] Oz into recycling?
[Kat] Nope.
[Kat] But an old CI of mine is. Goes by "Clifford".
[Nick] As in big red dog?
[Kat] As in white boy with dreads.
[Kat] Guy's a walking Ghetto Pages
of the illegal import/export biz in Philly.
[Nick] He collect cans on the side?
[Kat] Sells to the addicts after they get their returnable money.
Enterprising.
Yo, Clifford!
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey.
[grunting]
[groaning]
[Clifford] They try to do me like Rodney King!
[Kat] Shut it, Clifford.
[Clifford grunting]
If I stroke out the last thing I'm gonna do
is shoot your dumb ass!
Yo, blue, I ain't holding.
That's good 'cause we need a name, Clifford.
Oh, snap!
You looking tight, baby girl. Didn't know it was you.
Call me "baby girl" again.
I apologize for matriculating.
Clifford is at your service.
The guy's name is Oz. You heard of him?
[scoffing]
You trying to see the Wizard? Why didn't ya say so?
[Benny More singing "Que Bueno Baila Usted"]
[song continues]
[song continues on radio]
[knocking]
Here to see the Wizard.
Grab the rack.
Come on.
Osmany Leon.
[Scotty] Take a walk.
Come on. Sit down.
Cafecito?
We're here about Gonzalo Luque.
You smuggled his family out of Cuba.
I don't even own a boat.
Fence, import/export contraband, 'cause I'm guessing
fluff n' fold ain't the only thing you're into.
I'm a legitimate businessman.
I'm a member of the Chamber of Commerce.
And representing what, the Lollipop Guild?
They hate to disrupt your business here, Osmany.
Screw up your cash flow, ding your name on the street.
You gonna shut me down? Okay.
Or you could tell us why you held Gonzalo's wife and kid
in a motel room in Miami till he came up with more cash.
It's important to give back to the community.
[Osmany] Reunite families.
Long as they pay the freight charge.
Sounds like Gonzalo had a problem paying up.
Bishop to D4.
[Lilly] 'Mate in two.'
[Osmany] Huh.
Nice.
Calling in the cavalry. Have 'em toss this place.
Gonzalo Luque and I had mutual interests.
He wanted to get his family back and I wanted to send a message.
[instrumental music]
- Tranquilo. - I did what I was told.
Paid my money, and now you tell me there was a problem?
Mm-hmm.
These are the people that your friend
arranged for me to pick up.
Piedad and Andres.
And..
No, no, no. Where are my parents?
You know those two?
Teammates back in Cuba.
[chuckling]
Look, this is a mistake. I pay for my family!
That's right. 40,000 was the family discount.
Ballplayers are a premium.
Reyes never told me about these players!
Well, that makes two of us, Gonzalo.
You tell Reyes I need another 40K.
I want my family! Desgraciado!
-Oyeme, - I get my money, and you get your wife and son back.
The rest is between you and your agent.
Now buenos noches, Gonzalo!
[instrumental music]
Gonzalo wanted to be reunited with his family.
I respect that.
But Gonzalo thought Reyes was gonna get
his entire family over.
We were both being gamed.
Reyes come up with the money?
That same night. And I kept my word.
I released Gonzalo's wife and son.
Who were these players?
I like to look at the box scores.
[Osmany] Lots of interesting information.
Some big names.
Gonzalo go to see Reyes?
Wouldn't you?
[dramatic music]
[Jaime] Come over if you want, but the only thing you need
to worry about is that I've got..
Hey, oye, oye! I'm in the middle of something here.
Yeah, you were.
This guy takes a whole lot more than ten percent.
Please! Butch, give me five minutes, okay?
Signed for six and eight million a piece.
- That's a tidy commission. - They were worth it.
Worth having Gonzalo's wife and kid held for ransom?
That's it. I'm calling my attorney.
Why? Only thing you need to worry about right now
is immigration violations.
[John] But we'll leave that up to the feds, huh?
Unless you killed him.
Look, Gonzalo wanted his family here.
I said to him that I was gonna take care of it.
I didn't want him getting mixed up in that mess.
Oh, you mixed him up real good
but you couldn't fool the great and powerful Oz.
I was gonna fix it.
By stealing Gonzalo's money to smuggle players out of Cuba?
Big league talent. Can see why you wanted those players so bad.
Baseball players are a prized possession to Castro.
By liberating them, I stick it to that bearded bastard.
You're a real freedom fighter.
Using Gonzalo's account to stake your little empire.
Only one problem, Reyes. You got caught.
I didn't kill Gonzalo.
But he wanted to kill me.
I trusted you, Jaime.
You're looking at this the wrong way.
How else am I supposed to look at it, huh?
My wife and son are being held hostage
and my parents are still in Cuba.
Don't worry about it. We'll get 'em out.
And I'm gonna cut you in on the deal.
Wrong. I'm cutting you out.
You fix this, and then we're done.
[Jaime] 'Come on, Gonzalo. Gonzalo, don't.'
[Jaime] 'Come on, Gonzalo. I got a scout coming.'
He's gonna try out your cousin.
We're gonna make it work!
I tried to tell Gonzalo, but he didn't wanna hear it.
I put the money back in his account.
His cousin Juan, what did he have to do with this?
Juan was the first Cuban player I ever tried to contact.
His fastball used to top off at 95-plus.
- His change-up was a decleater. - Used to?
Yeah, by the time he came over, the guy had lost it.
But Gonzalo idolized Juan.
[dramatic music]
Quick hands.
Nice.
Checked out Juan's story. Got some major holes.
Starting with his immigration file.
Turns out, Juan was on Gonzalo's raft.
Wet-foot, dry-foot.
Gonzalo reaches dry land, stays.
Juan gets arrested in the water
sent back to Cuba the same day.
Mm. Bet you that was a warm homecoming.
Sixteen months later, Juan takes another raft.
Lands on Key Largo.
Picked up along with five other rafters
begging for water at a tiki bar.
That and Juan's alibi has got as many holes as our softball team.
[instrumental music]
Where'd you say you were working again?
- The day Gonzalo was killed? - Uh, Liberty Towers.
- Construction and security. - We spoke to your boss.
Said you were working a jobsite off Lancaster Ave.
Next to the lot where Gonzalo was killed.
[speaking Spanish]
You think I killed him?
Gonzalito was like my little brother.
You didn't play just a "little" ball in Cuba, either, Juan.
You played with your cousin in the Cuban League.
[Scotty] Right with the Industriales.
What did they call you?
- "El Canon". - Mm. The cannon.
Must have had a hell of a fastball.
Till you and Gonzalo were banned from playing in Cuba.
You were with Gonzalo on that raft.
Gonzalo made it to dry land. You didn't.
Got your repatriation order from immigration.
April 6, 1998.
Gonzalo got to stay.
They sent you back.
[panting]
[Lilly] 'You went back to Cuba a traitor.'
And they threw you in prison, Juan.
Ahem..
[Scotty] This is my grandfather and his older brother.
[Scotty] 'The Revolution split 'em up.'
One to Philly, the other to Castro's jails.
Decades go by.
My grandfather gets word from Cuba his brother's dead.
A month later my abuelo's gone.
From what?
A heart attack.
My father, working stiff said
"His heart didn't stop.
It broke."
What happens in Cuba stays with us.
[Scotty] 'I know what they do to traitors in prison, Juan.'
Ballplayers?
They cripple 'em.
Put you back out on the street as a warning to the others.
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
It isn't just a game, is it, Juan?
If I would have just made it that day, on the beach..
You'd be playing baseball right now.
Gonzalo would still be alive.
All this time, we couldn't figure out
why his body was moved from that sandlot.
And then we realized Episcopal's only a few blocks away.
[Lilly] 'You went to get the car.'
You were trying to get your cousin to a hospital.
I was trying to save him.
We know you didn't mean to hurt your cousin.
You just...lost control.
Oyeme..
We're trying to help you here, Juan.
[dramatic music]
[sobbing] He didn't make it.
[dramatic music]
[ball slamming]
[dramatic music]
[Gonzalo] Eso, eso! Juan.
Hey, Canon is resurrected!
I heard the cannon from the car, and I had to hit something!
What happened?
[Gonzalo speaking Spanish]
- In Miami? - Si.
[speaking Spanish]
[Gonazalo] 'No. Reyes screwed me.'
That son of a bitch.
He gave my parents' spots to a couple of ballplayers.
[speaking Spanish]
He thought I was stupid, but I took care of it, got rid of him.
You did what?
[speaking Spanish] I fired him.
Reyes was gonna get me a tryout.
- Scouts were gonna-- - Hermano.
I'll get you the tryout and scouts.
When they see your fastball..
[speaking Spanish]
Hey, man, you know what?
This is your first tryout right now.
Now, gotta give me that cannon.
[dramatic music]
Come on.
[music continues]
[speaking Spanish]
I know you got it.
[dramatic music]
[groaning]
Juan?
You okay? You need to warm up more.
[Gonzalo] 'Throw more pitches, man.'
- It's just that you don't know. - Don't know what?
You don't know what they did to me over there.
[groaning]
I'll pitch to you, eh?
- Hey, man, Juan, man. - I can't.
Yes, you can!
[sighing]
Mira, primo, no importa.
Don't worry about it, huh?
I'll take care of it, alright?
What're you gonna take care of?
Eh? Mi familia?
My parents?
Primo, what..
If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be here.
Juan, what are you talking about?
[speaking Spanish]
I built that raft!
- I know that. - To get us here.
- I know. - To get us here! Us!
They sent me back.
Everything's gonna be okay now--
No, it's not!
It's not.
You wanna know what they did to me in there?
[dramatic music]
Every time they broke my arm..
...they laugh at me.
Se reian de mi!
We got a single, and we got a triple!
And we got a home run!
Juan..
- Juan. Juan. - They took my arm!
They took my arm away!
[grunting] I have nothing.
I have nothing!
I have nothing. I have nothing.
No tengo nada! No tengo nada!
Primo, no tengo nad..
Primo?
'Primo?'
Gonzalito? Gonzalito!
Primo. Primo. Primo. Primo. Primo. Primo. Primo.
[speaking Spanish]
Somebody help me! Somebody help me!
[speaking Spanish]
Primo. Primo..
[Nil Lara singing "Vida Mas Simple"]
[camera shutter clicking]
[clicking continues]
[instrumental music]
♪ Un palmar ♪
♪ Baila con las brisas del mar ♪
♪ Y al amanecer ♪
♪ Tu latido pide volver ♪
♪ Tierra de mi amor ♪
♪ Tu recuerdo vive sin poder ♪
♪ Oh mi Dios ♪
♪ Desde el cielo escucha mi voz ♪
♪ Cuanto mas tengo que rezar pidiendo mi regreso y ♪
♪ Vida mas simple la de ayer ♪
[instrumental music]
♪ Vida mas simple la de ayer ♪
♪ Un cafa ♪
♪ Era al precio de la amistad ♪
♪ Sin tener que hablar ♪
♪ Se ofrecia una mano fiel ♪
♪ La ninez ♪
♪ Respetaba sin preguntar ♪
♪ Y siempre al comer ♪
♪ La familia unida en el hogar ♪
♪ Oh mi Dios ♪
♪ Desde el cielo escucha mi voz ♪
♪ Cuanto mas tengo que rezar pidiendo mi regreso y ♪
♪ Vida mas simple la de ayer ♪
[instrumental music]
♪ Vida mas simple la de ayer ♪
[Rush narrating] 'Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.'
[theme music]