Jessica: Someone's been busy.
Thanks for coming in on such short notice.
Sure. What is it?
My bosses at IA
asked me to help the gtf root out that possible mole,
so, I've been spending a lot of time
digging through officer files, looking for red flags, patterns,
anything that might, uh, shed a little light
on our mole's identity.
This map represents one officer's
arrest record divided by gang territory.
Green... misdemeanors, red... felonies.
As you can see, pretty even mix,
except for here.
Mostly misdemeanors.
Very little in terms of real felony weight.
Los angelicos territory.
So which officer's jacket is it?
Carter: Ryan Lopez.
So you think Lopez is the mole?
I don't know. I do know, whenever his name pops up,
so do a lot of questions.
Do you know what Carl jung said about a persona?
That it's a kind of mask,
designed, on the one hand,
to make a definite impression on others.
But on the other hand,
to conceal the true nature of the individual.
So you think everything we know about Lopez is a lie?
Carter: If my gut's right, i think everything we know
about Lopez is a calculated truth.
Jessica: I don't know.
Lopez was an army ranger and a highly-decorated cop.
It... it just seems unlikely.
Carter: Does it?
How well do you really know him?
Okay.
(Car door closes)
Hey, man. Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
All good.
So, what's going on?
How you doing?
Doing all right.
How you sleeping?
There something you want to ask me, Ryan?
We never got to talk about the metas.
What happened?
Ever since you got kidnapped,
you haven't been the same.
(Sniffs)
I was in Afghanistan, bro.
I know what PTSD looks like.
Heard you went off on some guy the other night.
Who told you that?
Silvia. She was really concerned.
She came over to talk to me about it.
Oh, she went to your house?
Anything else I should know about?
Hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're like my brother.
All right, whatever it is you're thinking,
I would never do that to you.
Ella es El Amor de tu vida.
Before that, she was yours, right?
That was the past, man.
Look, Silvia's your future.
Thanks for the permission.
You know, I-I know you like to think you let her go,
but let me tell you something.
Silvia's not my future. She's my present, okay?
That's something you need to understand.
Chapel: I want to commend each and every one of you
for your dedication over the last few weeks.
I've rarely seen a team come together so well,
or display such sacrifice and service.
(Laughter) Oh, that's an awful lot of butter, man.
I think we're about to get rolled on.
What? I can't say something nice
without you beacons of law enforcement being suspicious?
Oh, hell, you're sticking us on a surveillance op, aren't you?
Yes, I am. Let's go.
Can't some grunts do this?
No. Today, you are the grunts.
Look, I know it's boring as hell,
but this is how you build cases.
Dotsen: All right, what's the detail?
We're going mole hunting.
We haven't been able to find our mole
by connecting him to the angelicos we know,
so we're gonna try by connecting him
to the angelicos we don't know.
Let's go.
(Sighs)
(Lopez sighs)
Jess?
Hey.
Hey. Um, you okay?
Uh, I've been texting you,
and you never showed up the other night.
Yeah. I'm sorry.
I got stuck in a meeting that ran long,
and I've just been swamped.
But, uh, what did you end up doing?
Um... nothing.
Just fell asleep.
Well, I wish I could've been there to keep you company.
Me, too.
Um, maybe tomorrow night?
I can't.
But, uh, I'll text you.
Looks like a Los angelicos mardi gras
down there, don't it?
Chapel acosta uses it as a day for the community
to honor and celebrate friends and loved ones
who died through the past year.
(Upbeat music plays)
From the highest angelicos shot caller
to the lowest peewee recruit,
they'll be coming out of the woodwork
today.
We do our jobs right, we'll have the opportunity
to profile guys we don't normally see.
Señora cabrales, this is delicious.
(Speaks Spanish, laughs)
This guy makes me sick to my stomach.
Look at him. Shaking hands, kissing babies.
Acting like he's El presidente.
Around here, he is.
Gracias.
(Lighter flicks)
Man: Hey. (Screaming)
(Indistinct chatter)
Get down there.
(Indistinct shouting)
(People screaming)
Hey.
(People screaming)
(Señora cabrales shouts in Spanish)
(Señora cabrales speaking Spanish)
(Shouting in Spanish)
(Señora cabrales continues speaking Spanish, crying)
(Señora cabrales crying)
You okay?
What were you doing there last night?
Surveillance.
Chapel's still trying to find the mole.
Any leads on what happened?
You and I both know who did this.
The shells were marked with an "m."
Metas' signature.
Military-style attack.
Mexican special forces just like the metas recruit.
(Lopez sighs, sadly)
And do you remember
how señora cabrales would let me eat for free?
Let me sit at a table and do my homework
when dad couldn't afford a babysitter?
We made a business arrangement with the metas.
Mijo, there's nothing we can do.
This isn't about business!
It's about what's right.
Javier, give me a line on the guys who did this.
Let me find out where they are.
The cabrales...
They were like family to me, too.
But I made a deal,
and I have no choice.
But I do.
Where are you going?
To find the sons of bitches who did this myself.
Man: Three dead, captain chapel.
All from the same family, burned alive in their food truck
in front of 300 people, while you were watching.
Another 11 injured.
I'm aware of what took place last night.
Then you saw what a well-coordinated attack it was.
So, correct me
if I'm wrong, but doesn't your federally-funded,
proactive task force
thrive on the cultivation
of actionable street intelligence?
I'd say last night's event was an epic failure in that regard.
You know, I... I don't have to sit here
and get raked over the coals.
Write me a memo, send it to my office.
I'll answer any questions
you might actually... Sit down, Sam.
Sit down. Now.
(Clears his throat)
Ada chapel, you've worked
closely with the gtf.
Do you want to outline your experiences there
for everyone here?
We've successfully prosecuted
a number of task force cases.
Captain chapel and his team have
one of the highest arrest records in the city.
That's not what I'm talking about.
There have been some problems there, right?
There have been allegations of misconduct
and a number of
officer-involved shootings.
Including your own, captain.
Mm.
Yeah, well,
when you're on the tip of the spear, you might get bloody.
Hasn't stopped me from doing my job.
It's your job to put a lid on gang violence.
How are you doing that when Los angelicos
only continue to grow stronger?
I will bring the people responsible
for last night's abomination to justice.
And Los angelicos.
I can promise you that.
Oh, come on, Sam. Enough with the promises.
Just show us the San Miguel boulevard shooters
doing the perp walk.
And do something about Los angelicos.
Otherwise, we're not gonna be able
to justify continued funding
of your task force.
I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Well, they were right. I failed.
Innocent civilians were killed.
I have to take responsibility for that.
What are you gonna do?
(Elevator bell dings)
My job.
I want an update on where we stand.
We checked the traffic cams, but, uh...
These guys was pretty sharp... They knew where the cameras were
and they took care to hide their faces.
What's this?
We did get something from Cassius's buddies
at the DEA. These guys
are an L.A.-based metas hit squad.
They pulled off a similar stunt a year ago
in Lancaster, where they burned a suspected informant
in his own trailer, along with his entire family.
Feels like these could be our guys.
Do we have any intel on metas' safe houses?
I do. A corporate kidnap firm that the bureau works with
just tipped me to a metas safe house right here in L.A.
Let's go.
(Tires screeching)
(Thumping)
Clear.
(Footsteps approaching)
Safe house, my ass.
It's more like a torture chamber.
(Running footsteps) Runner!
(Grunting)
He's not one of the hitters we're looking for.
Yeah, but he's a meta. He'll know
where they are.
Hernan ochoa. Elian maldonado.
Luis bichir. Where are they?
Your compadres burned three people alive last night.
Hector: Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you pigs!
Move.
(Hector screams)
(Moans)
No, no, no, no, no! Please, please...
They're not here.
They're using Los angelicos'
stash houses to lay low
while they wait on clean passports.
Be more specific. I need an address.
I swear
and te le juro
I don't know.
(Hector screams)
(Phone rings) Dígame.
Who? No, no.
Let him in.
Cuidado, pelón.
This is our house, huh?
It's okay. Let him speak.
I know
that you are in bed with the animals
who slaughtered those people in the street last night.
LA fiesta de Santos is a sacred event in peacock hill,
captain, and you know that.
You're a son of a bitch, javier,
but I didn't think you were a coward.
In spite of all I know about you, I never thought
you would turn your back on peacock hill.
I know nothing about what happened last night. And I know
that you're harboring mass murderers.
I know those killers are holed up
in a Los angelicos safe house.
And you're gonna tell me where that is.
I already gave my statement to the officers on the scene.
Then my next visit
is to a judge, one who will serve you
with a subpoena to testify. And then it will be official,
then it will be on the record that you came in to talk to me
and I'll make damn sure your metas partners hear about that.
You try explaining that to them. Now, if you happen
to come in before that, that'll be our little secret.
Your choice.
So you're threatening me, chapel?
You want to talk, you know where my office is.
You have one hour.
(Phone ringing)
Cassius green.
What?
Now?
Send him over.
Got it.
Any word on the location of those angelicos stash houses?
(Elevator bell dings) Nuh-uh. But something better.
Take a look.
Captain.
Counselor.
Have a seat in the conference room.
I'll be right with you.
I won't mince words, javier.
I know you've made a deal with the metas,
I know you're phasing them
into your operations here in L.A.
None of which you can prove in a court of law.
Look, we're not here to entertain your allegations,
captain... we're here pursuant
to the incident on San Miguel boulevard.
Last night, the metas
brought colima to peacock hill.
I don't think
this kind of savagery
is quite what you intended.
Are you familiar with the phrase
"the enemy of my enemy is my friend"?
We will never be friends, chapel.
Sam: Well, that's too bad.
Because as a friend, I would tell you that...
Los angelicos does not have the manpower or the firepower
to take on the metas.
But I do.
I don't need your help.
Sam: But your community does.
Your empire is crumbling, javier.
The metas are gonna destroy it.
I understand that you're afraid of them... you should be.
That how you're gonna play this?
Why the hell did you even bother to come in?
To serve you with this.
That is an injunction,
issued by a judge, prohibiting you
from getting within 100 yards of my client. In addition,
we're filing a lawsuit against you, captain chapel.
On what damn grounds?
Let's start with harassment,
forcing me to come in here under duress
by threatening the lives of my family.
And I'll make damn sure your metas partners
hear about that.
You try explaining that to them. Now, if you happen to come in
before that, that'll be our little secret.
Your choice.
That was not a threat, acosta... That was a warning.
Yeah, well, it didn't sound like that to me.
Nor to the judge that issued that injunction.
You're gonna have to answer for this, chapel.
Whatever it takes, Lopez.
Find those metas.
What about javier?
If I can't get javier acosta,
I'll go after the next best thing.
Can you please tell me why I'm here?
That is a list of indictments
being prepared against you
and your partners at the sunnylinks hedge fund.
Enough to...
Put all of you away for the next... 30 years.
I think I'd like to call my lawyer now.
What you would like means nothing to me.
You're running a Ponzi scheme.
I got paperwork to prove it.
(Sighs)
Look, what do you want from me?
We want javier acosta.
I don't know javier acosta.
But you know his son,
Daniel.
Don't you?
(Knocking on door)
Come in.
Don't look at me that way, mijo.
Maybe chapel was right about you.
What is that supposed to mean?
You're scared of the metas.
And I would be, too.
Especially after I found this.
You bought Daniel those cufflinks
when he got accepted into business school.
Where did you find this?
A metas torture house.
Imagine how Daniel felt being there.
Trapped.
Your son, javier.
And these are the men you're protecting.
I'll find the house the metas are using.
This can't come back to me.
It won't. I'll make sure of that.
Give me an hour.
I'll text you the address.
Ryan.
Make them pay for what they did.
When I was a mocoso, me and Manny zuniga
robbed this borracho.
Miss olena came out with a rolling pin,
threatened to beat us both down
if we didn't give him his wallet back.
Whew! So what'd you do?
What do you think? She's a tough lady.
Made me work in the kitchen the entire summer.
That's when I perfected my menudo.
Summer of '71.
(Thudding, grunting)
Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, man?
Hey!
Made man for the metas.
Easy, carlitos.
What's the problem, huh?
(Grunting)
Hey, hey. Hey.
Huh?
(Chuckles)
(Grunts)
Oh! (Grunts)
Carlos: Tio.
What'd you do?
You were not here, carlitos.
¿Entiendes? You were not here.
(Lock buzzes, keys rattle)
(Lock clicks)
Salud.
Ah.
(Deep sigh)
Javier: Miguel,
He's my oldest and dearest friend.
Godfather to my children. I won't just give him up.
Javier, you have no choice here.
Hidalgo was El mozo's nephew.
He was a made man with the metas.
That doesn't give him the right to shake down my people.
Your people? (Chuckles)
That doesn't sound like a man who wants out.
I promise you... gordo's death will be quick and painless.
There's no such thing.
He has to answer for hidalgo.
And who answers for LA familia cabrales?
Javier, I've dealt you the best hand I could.
Lopez, you sure it's the right location?
According to my ci, this is the stash house.
All right, remember, these metas are
military trained. Proceed with caution.
All units take your positions.
Bravo team in position.
Alpha team in position. Go.
(Man coughing) Hands up!
Dotsen: Get on the ground!
Get on the ground! Now! Get on the ground!
Too bad chapel missed the party, huh?
So... what's going on?
Well...
I couldn't stop thinking
about the last time we talked.
I feel partially responsible
for the bind you're in, like I left you
in a bad spot with your lender.
No.
You didn't put a gun to my head.
Well,
I think I can help you out.
Long story short, I've accumulated
around $5 million
over the last couple years,
trading on inside information.
I need a place to park this money
without the sec or the IRS getting wind of it.
Why are you telling me this, Jason?
Well...
You need some liquidity on your books
to make sure your lender doesn't shut you down,
right?
(Over speaker): Okay, look...
I know this is a big thing,
and I know that you're Mr. squeaky clean...
No.
I'm not.
This could be a great opportunity for both of us.
Jason: Okay, look.
It's a desperate measure,
I know,
but it helps us both out of a desperate spot.
And nobody gets hurt.
Exactly.
Let's do it.
Gotcha.
All right, everyone, we've had a good day.
It's just about to get better.
What's up?
This is agent Rick Nelson from treasury.
He's running point on an operation
that's about to bear fruit.
What kind of fruit is that, captain?
The sweetest kind, agent green. We got to go now.
I'll brief the team en route.
Grab your vests, let's move.
What about gear? Sam: No, we're good.
I need you in the van five minutes ago.
Come on.
Green: Where are we going?
Sam: I want every hard drive,
every cell phone,
every scrap of paper accounted for.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Daniel acosta.
No, no, no. No, hold on. Hold on. You have the right to remain silent.
Wait, what are you doing? Sam: Do you understand?
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law. I can't believe
this is happening. You have the right to
an attorney's presence... Get your hands off me!
Before questioning
or during.
Do you understand?
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed for you free of charge,
before questioning, if you wish.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
Good job.
You have a second?
Yeah. It's late.
Is everything
okay?
Yeah, um...
I've just been thinking
a lot about what you said,
about Ryan maybe being the mole.
I think that you're onto something.
Really?
But, uh...
I need to tell you, first, that, um...
I should have told you this before, it's just...
Everything happened very quickly...
You've been seeing detective Lopez, haven't you?
My case... our case...
Into detective Tanner's murder
is still technically open.
You realize
you've tainted an active investigation?
Yes, I know, and I'm sorry.
Look, I take full responsibility for my actions.
Why are you telling me this now?
Because I found something.
The other night, I, uh...
I went to Ryan's, and there was a woman there,
so I took down her license plate, and I ran it.
Her name is, uh, Silvia Gonzalez.
Doesn't ring a bell. Nor should it,
unless you happened to see this in the newspaper.
Silvia Gonzalez is engaged to be married to Daniel acosta.
But I-I need... I need to make sure,
so, I'm gonna talk to him, and I'm gonna find... No.
No, you won't.
You... you can't tip him off.
Look, everything that happens in this investigation
from this point forward is by the book.
We're gonna start with a-a surveillance on Lopez.
His computer, his phones.
I'm gonna call a judge and get this set up.
No, can-can you just wait?
What if we're wrong?
If we're wrong, then we apologize,
we've got egg on our face, we're embarrassed, mea culpa.
Nobody gets hurt.
If you talk to Ryan, and we're right,
people could die.
This is the reality, carnal.
If you truly want to get out,
you have to leave some people behind.
Javier: No. (Phone buzzing)
You'll go into hiding.
Different city every three months.
We just keep you off the grid for as long as it takes.
The metas want blood.
And if you don't give it to 'em,
they're gonna come after the familia,
and I can't let that happen.
I'm not giving you up, gordo. I won't do it.
Well, I'm not laying down for anybody anymore,
and I'm not gonna run and hide.
Besides, where am I gonna go?
Minnesota?
You know I can't deal with the snow.
I come from a tropical people.
(Laughs)
This is my call, javier.
(Phone buzzes)
What?
Malcolm: It's Daniel. He's been arrested.
(Sighs)
Javier, are you there?
(Gate creaks open)
(Gate creaks shut)
Daniel, I am so sorry.
Yeah? I didn't know.
My captain didn't tell anyone. Yeah. I'm sure.
I had no idea they were going to come after you.
So this is it, huh?
This is how you get her back?
What are you talking about?
You know, when you had nobody,
I was there for you.
I was your friend, all right?
I let you into my family, and now you're taking it from me.
First, you took my dad.
Now you're taking my life.
You don't believe that...
All you need is Silvia.
You don't believe that.
This isn't you.
You don't know me anymore.
I do know you... all right?
I was at that house.
I know what happened.
I know the metas tortured you.
I saw the bathtub.
And I saw the sledgehammer.
I'm sorry, man.
Look at me.
Hey.
I get it.
All right, I get all of it, and it's okay.
Pretend to hate me all you want, but I love you,
and I'm not going anywhere.
We're gonna get you out of this mess.
No.
It's too late.
Even if they dropped the charges,
I'm already done, man.
I'm ruined.
No... you're... not.
Nobody I know is smarter than you.
You'll pick yourself up.
I'll be right there by your side looking out for you, okay?
The truth is, Ryan,
you're not always going to be there to protect me.
It's time I start looking out for myself.
Hmm.
Hmm?
Sí.
Aah!
(Grunting)
(Grunting, blows landing)
(Grunting)
(Grunting, bottles clinking)
(Both grunting)
(Gunshot, grunting)
(Grunting)
(Coughing)
(Hacking and wheezing)
(Two gunshots)
(Gunshot)
(Groans)
(Sighs, laughs quietly)
No, Miguel.
(Groaning)
(Crunching, crackling)
(Grunts, bones crunching)
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