.
[excavator revving]
- Hank, thanks for getting here so fast.
- Hey, man. - Enjoy the stink.
- Yeah, you guys bring us to the nicest places.
- Well, Mastro's was booked.
It's this way.
You ever heard of a bird called a Nashville Warbler?
Beautiful yellow crest. Rare in Chicago.
- You sucking in landfill to go bird-watching?
- The supervisor here is a birder.
This morning, he sees a Warbler covered in blood,
follows the bird, stumbles onto this poor bastard.
Took one to the belly. Muzzle flash, powder burns.
I'd say he seen it coming. But that's not what killed him.
Puncture wound.
Entry.
Exit.
- Ice pick.
- You got it.
- Los Temidos' signature kill.
- This will be the seventh vic
that crossed with them this year.
All got tapped the same way.
- Yeah. Any ID?
- No, nothing off facial rec or mobile prints.
I know Intelligence has an active investigation,
knee-deep into Temidos.
- Yeah, we'll take it.
Why don't you go grab a shower?
- Amen. - [chuckles]
Thanks.
Hey, loop in the others, roll the crime lab,
and talk to the bird man.
See if you can ID which truck dumped him.
Get that idiot to shut that thing down.
It's a crime scene.
[suspenseful music]
- 5021, George. Roll the crime lab.
- Copy that, 5021 George.
Crime lab en route.
- Jesus, he looks 16. No, I never seen him.
- Uh-huh. - Ice pick again?
- Yeah. Clean through.
Earlobe to earlobe.
There's no street talk?
- No, but I will dig.
You know, I have been working it, all right?
I don't know why you think I'm suddenly gonna hand you
something magic before we hit this--
- Listen, I gotta know who we're hitting, kay?
Right now, all I got is a nickname.
El León, okay? He's the head of Los Temidos.
Tell me how I'm supposed to hit that.
I need an angle. - I know.
- This is gonna be a long haul.
Cartel-- - Affiliated gangs always are.
Yeah, you've enlightened me on that.
Look, I'll jump on it and see what magic I can find.
- Hey.
How's Rafa's knee?
- Um, okay.
Six stitches.
Hey, um, thank you.
For calling the hospital
and helping with all the insurance red tape.
But I shouldn't have called you.
- It's fine. - No, it isn't.
You shouldn't be doing things like that for me,
and I shouldn't have asked you.
And I won't again.
[soft apprehensive music]
♪
- We've been working on Los Temidos for five weeks.
All we got is the name "El León,"
and a blank mark on a board.
Tell me we got something off this body.
- Our Doe from the landfill popped with Missing Persons.
Name is Miguel Vicente. He's 19 years old.
Been working two jobs to support his folks.
His dad's on disability.
His mom's a laid-off hotel worker.
Parents reported him missing two days ago.
He's got zero gang affiliations.
No sheet.
I mean, the kid's been living right.
- Okay, so how does he tie with Temidos?
- We're thinking through his cousin, Pedro.
Pedro is a two-bit thief with an extensive sheet,
lookin' like he roped his cousin, Miguel,
into the family business.
Area 4 Robbery is looking at Miguel and Pedro
as persons of interest in three recent cash armed robberies.
- Maybe they upped their game,
they ripped a Temidos' stash house.
- Yeah, doubt they're that stupid.
- Sarge, OCD Tech Lab just pinged Pedro's phone
to an address in Pilsen.
- Hit it.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Jay, we got the back.
- Copy, Kev. Standby.
[knocks] Chicago PD, open up!
- Got a body and blood. Breach.
- Clear.
- It's clear.
♪
That's clear.
- 5021 Henry, we conducted a forcible breach
at 351 Timber Lane.
We got a DOA, GSW to the stomach.
Roll the crime lab.
- Copy that, 5021 Henry. Crime lab en route.
♪
- So the DOA is Pedro Vicente.
- [grunts] - They beat him,
then they shot him in the stomach.
I mean, this guy suffered. Ice pick to seal the deal.
- Get anything linked to Los Temidos inside?
Drugs? Boss money?
- No, nothin'.
- So once again, we are dead in the water.
Witnesses?
- Yeah, I got a neighbor that said they heard loud pop,
glanced out the window, and saw a black truck leaving.
- Okay, good. You three work cams,
Soundex all black pickups in the area.
- Copy that. - Sarge!
We got something.
- I think this car's our connect to Los Temidos.
- Good.
- So we got drug traps on both seats,
and the field test was positive for heroin residue.
- Pedro's car?
- No, that's where it gets good.
Car's registered to a Blanca Consuela.
- Huh. - So Blanca works
at a Mexican bakery chain called Cárabo.
Two days ago, it was robbed by two dudes.
Description matches Miguel and Pedro to a T.
We're thinking Pedro and Miguel didn't know there were drugs
in the vehicle, they just happened to steal
multiple kilos from the most dangerous gang
in all of Chicago. - It tracks.
Temidos finds out they lost drugs from a runner,
hunt all the robbers, kill them, get their drugs back.
- So let's find her. We'll start with her work.
- Hey!
There's a real PD walkin' if I ever seen one.
What can I do for you?
- Sergeant Voight, Detective Halstead.
- Javier Escano. You can call me Javy.
- You manage the place, Javy?
- Yes, sir.
And I own it. And five others in town.
No llegues tarde, Juan.
Yesterday's unsold goods going to a homeless shelter.
- Oh. Good on you.
We're looking for Blanca Consuela.
- So am I. Poor girl.
You're here about the robbery, right?
Yeah, shook her up pretty bad. She called in sick yesterday.
Anything else you need, you say it.
- You got the security video from the robbery?
- Sure do.
- All right, here we go.
There's Miguel and Pedro.
They're demanding cash.
The cops arrive, they gotta slide out the back.
Here comes Blanca in her sedan.
- Hey, help yourself. Have a concha.
- Thanks, we're good. - No, I insist.
Even these days, cop word of mouth is priceless.
- I'll try it.
- So find these guys?
- Yeah. Murdered.
- What?
- What can you tell us about Blanca?
- Good kid. - Mm-hmm.
- Worked hard.
She grew up rough.
Her dad's in deep with one of them gangs,
but, uh, she seems to be on the right path.
- Do you know if Blanca's dating anyone?
Is she running with any bangers?
- Um, not that I know of.
But, um, what does that have to do with Blanca?
I mean, she's the victim here.
- You got her address?
[knocks on door]
- Chicago PD, open up.
Blanca Consuela!
[metallic clatter]
- Hey!
Got a guy moving towards the back.
Chicago Police! Stop running!
- I got the house.
[suspenseful music]
- Police. You stop running!
- Ah!
- Stay down, toss that knife away!
- Are you really a cop?
There's my badge right there. Now toss that knife away.
I will not as you again! - Okay.
Okay. - We just wanna talk to Blanca.
- I'm Blanca's boyfriend, okay? She's not home.
- House is clear.
- Copy that.
All right, I need to see some ID.
- Okay.
- Slow! - Okay! Okay!
- Eric Salsbury. Why you running, Eric Salsbury?
Actually, let me ask that question again.
Why you running with a butcher knife in your hand?
- I thought you were with the other guy.
- What other guy? - The guy who shoved a gun
down my throat.
- Mr. Salsbury, just slow down.
You're fine, just take it from the top for us, okay?
- Um, Blanca left in a hurry this morning.
She was scared but wouldn't talk with me about it at all.
- Kay, was this a sudden thing, or has she been--
- No, no, it--look, it's just been a rough year.
I'd lost my job.
Blanca's been keeping us afloat.
She's--
She's been a rock.
Me? Not so much.
- Did she say where she was going?
- Uh, Ohio, to stay with her sister.
She wouldn't tell me what was going on.
So I gave her my car.
An hour later, this maniac shows up.
- Okay.
What happens when he gets inside?
- He goes for Blanca. Didn't find her, of course.
Next thing I know, he shoves me against the wall
and makes me eat his gun.
- Because he wanted to know where Blanca was hiding?
- Yeah, yeah. So I lied to him.
I told him we got into a fight, and she took off.
- You seen this guy before? - No, thank God.
Can someone just please tell me what the hell is going on?
Okay, is she okay?
I--I mean, I've been calling her phone, but it's off or--
- Look, we understand you're worried.
We're gonna find her. But first,
we need to know what kind of vehicle you drive.
- Okay, thanks. Good work.
Okay, so CPIC tracked the GPS on Eric's car.
It's still in Chicago. They put it at the 900 block
of 87th and Woodlawn.
And it's been sitting there the last five hours.
- Long way from Ohio.
- Yeah.
♪
Blanca?
- Blanca Consuela?
♪
She's gone.
.
- Found a casing in the vehicle.
.380 caliber round, rectangular firing pin.
Should be looking at a Glock.
- It's the same as our last two murders.
- Hat trick. - Not just three.
According to Homicide,
a Glock 25 was used in four unsolved murders
linked to Los Temidos last year.
We're looking for the same gun.
- Jesus.
Well, there was no signs of a struggle.
The offender likely got in the passenger seat,
made her feel safe, and then one pop close range.
- She probably knew the shooter.
- This is her phone. No lock screen.
Last text was from someone named "P."
- Okay. - "We gotta meet.
You'll be safe. Ain't on you."
She texts back, "I'm scared."
P says, "The boss is good, don't worry.
Where you at?" She texts the address.
- We trace the phone?
- Yeah, to a shut-off burner.
Last ping is right where we're standing.
- All right, PODs, witnesses, cams.
Chase everything we can in this neighborhood.
Adam, send me that door-cam video.
- You got it, boss.
- Yeah, no. [chuckles]
This can't be right.
- You know him?
- Yeah, that's Paco Gutierrez.
- Okay. - I'm 100% that's Paco.
But dude's a mechanic, party boy--he's not hooked in.
You sure he's a shooter?
- Definitely.
Yeah, he's a clean-up man for El León.
How well do you know him?
- I partied at his house a couple times.
He likes his coke and his ass white and weird, in that order.
But I could work him.
Hell, I mean, I could work him tonight.
- No, we're gonna take it slow.
- Why?
You're telling me we got El León's trigger man.
That's our angle, isn't it? - Yeah.
- Then send me in.
- When I have a plan, and I know it's safe.
This guy's killed half a dozen people,
We're not gonna just wander in
and hope we hit him on coke and ass.
- Okay.
[suspenseful music]
♪
I'll be ready when you are.
- Pacuan Gutierrez, 31.
AKA "Paco."
Paco is a cipher.
No credit cards, no sheet, no priors, no parking tickets.
- We do know that Paco was born in Mexico City.
He came over here legally with his parents.
They died in a car crash.
That's when he entered the system.
Paco joined the army when he was 18.
- Paco didn't take to soldiering,
got a dishonorable discharge, ended up shoving
a loaded M16 down his sergeant's throat,
which sounds familiar.
- Okay, what else?
- Uh, we know that Paco buys and refurbishes old cars.
He's got a huge house that he should not be able to afford,
and he drives a souped-up black pickup truck.
Now when Blanca was murdered, a POD camera caught
a truck fitting that description
in a Dunkin' Donuts parking lot.
The Dunkin' employee said he saw a red-haired woman
driving the truck.
- Girlfriend?
- Could be, or it's just someone else's truck.
The angle of the POD camera didn't catch the tags.
- All right, so let's build. Get eyes on Paco.
Kim. - Yeah?
- You and Adam take it. - All right.
There he is.
- That's a sweet pad.
There's no way a mechanic's salary pays for it.
All right, boss, Paco's on the move.
Heading westbound towards Cermak.
- Copy that. Keep me in the loop.
- All right, we're going mobile.
- Cárabo Bakery. Could be a coincidence.
- You really believe that? - Nope.
Screw it. I'm hungry anyway.
Hola. - Hola.
Welcome to Cárabo. What can I get you started?
- Cómo está el chamuco hoy?
- Recién hecho y caliente.
- Dos, por favor.
- $6.75.
- Quédese con el cambio.
- Gracias.
- Hey, boss, I'm in a Cárabo Bakery parking lot.
Paco's inside.
The owner, Javier Escano, just walked in.
- A meet with Paco?
- No idea. Standby.
♪
Yeah, I think Escano just dropped a bag at Paco's table.
- Did we just see a handoff between Paco and Escano?
- Hell yes we did.
- Please tell me it wasn't pastries.
- Five bundles of hundies. I mean, 50K at least.
- Got a big payoff for the Blanca hit, right?
- Yeah, I'd take that bet.
- You're welcome. All right, bye bye.
- Keep smiling, man.
- Mm-hmm.
.
- Javier Escano, AKA "Javy."
This is the guy running and supplying Los Temidos.
AKA "El León."
- So his parents were born in Sonora, Mexico.
His mother came into the U.S. undocumented.
Escano was born here,
but he's still tight with his father, Iglesias.
Credit cards show him flying to Mexico once a month.
Now, his father is suspected for coordinating
multi-ton heroin shipments to the U.S.
Iglesias Escano indexed as a high-priority target.
Lights up the federal switchboards.
DEA, ICE, Customs.
I mean, this guy is in deep with the Sinaloa cartel.
- Javier went to business school five years ago.
He bought his first Cárabo Bakery.
It's a perfect spot to launder money and move product.
- And business is booming.
- Escano has contracts with multiple businesses
in Madison, Detroit, and Minneapolis.
- How does he ship the food?
- Cárabo Bakery vans.
We think he moves products with the muffins.
- And he had a pretty sharp pipeline until yesterday.
Closed down two of his bakeries.
Soon as we showed up, dude went dark.
He cleared out all his product, cleaned up.
But Sarge, it's El León. We got him.
- All right, well, if he cleared out,
getting a warrant on the bakery is gonna be a waste of time.
- Yeah, if we bring him in, he's gonna get rattled.
We won't get anything. - So we need a weak spot.
Paco. How does he cross with Escano?
- Hmm. Okay.
Uh, we know that Escano cosigned the mortgage
on Paco's fancy house.
- Okay. So Paco is our key to him.
We bust Paco for the murders,
we get him to flip on Escano for ordering them.
- Okay. How do we get to Paco?
- This is a Glock 25. It's a rare make.
It's Paco's weapon of choice.
Okay, it's gonna be somewhere on his person.
His car is housed somewhere.
Problem is we don't have a warrant.
- Yeah, you find that gun, we're gonna get our warrant.
- Easy, I can do that.
Paco's got a soft spot for lost, desperate women.
[phone buzzing] He likes rescue projects.
- Think you can pull that off?
- Think I can find it.
- Voight.
- You did good work on that Tovar bust.
- I didn't think you were in my fan club.
- Oh, I wasn't.
But that one worked out. It might even hold up in court.
All right, you remember how to use this?
-Mm-hmm. - Good. Top button.
Safe word's "umbrella."
You got any questions? - Uh, yeah. We done?
- [sighs]
[[indistinct chatter]
[reggaeton music playing]
- Let me see. Don't be shy.
Ah, is that Quetzalcoatl?
- Yeah, how you know that?
- My little cousin, Joey, had one just like that.
- Your little cousin's cool.
- We lost him a year ago.
Cops shot him on the way home
from the grocery store in cold blood.
Sorry, I'm--
- It's all right. - No, it's a stupid thing
to bring up at a party.
- It's gotta hurt.
- I think about him every day.
- Anna really have a cousin Joey?
- What do you think?
- You wanna go somewhere quiet and talk?
- Sure thing. I got you, babe.
Yo, Rayhan, take a hit of that.
You're gonna like it.
- Hey, we got a late arrival. - Yep.
Bright yellow 'Vette. It's got Ohio plates.
- Throw it to me.
- King, William, eight, zero, three, seven, Sam.
- Okay.
Oscar Meza.
Uh, outstanding warrant for armed robbery.
No gang ties.
- Okay, good.
We got an invite in in case we gotta crash.
- Huh, this place is off the hook.
How do you stay safe?
- [scoffs] Safe?
- Yeah. - Okay.
- I'd be strapping a lot of firepower if I lived here.
Gangsters could target a crib like this.
- Hey Paco, where are you?
- I'll be right back.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- 'Sup.
- Y'all look like y'all could use a bump.
Go ahead.
Don't be shy. That's quality dope.
- Hmm, I like the sound of that.
- Yeah, come on over.
- [gasps]
- What's wrong?
- Uh, nothing. I, um--
- Why you trippin'? - I, um--
- Something's wrong.
- We got an ID on this prick?
- Uh, yeah.
Julio Oliva.
One pinch for distro, multiple agg-assaults.
He's a mid-level player in Los Temidos.
- I gotta go.
- Whoa, what the hell are you doing?
Yo, Paco, who is this bitch?
- Chill. She's--
♪
Who'd you come here with?
- With Ray Ray. I'm cool, come on.
- She's a freak, man.
- Leave! Now. - Yo.
- We got a gun.
- I mean no disrespect.
- [gasps]
- You open that cabinet?
- No, cool it. Let go of me.
- I don't like it.
- She hasn't said the safe word yet.
She's okay. - Let me go, please.
- No, let's crash. Come on, move.
Move.
Let's go!
♪
- Chicago PD! Everyone stay where they are.
Keep your hands where we can see them.
- Put your hands up!
- Oscar Meza! - That's for all of you.
Hands up. - The hell are you doing here?
- Come on. Back up.
- Ah, what's going on?
- Get your hands behind your back.
Oscar Meza. - Be out of here in a second.
- The hell you guys doing here? - You're under arrest.
- I wanna see a warrant.
- A lot of people looking for you, pal.
- Come on. We got who we came for.
♪
.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- What happened?
- You guys jumped way too damn quick, that's what happened.
You find the Glock?
- No.
- Let me guess, your boy Halstead's the one
who called to crash.
- I made the call.
- Okay, well, that was the wrong-ass call.
You've seen me in worse jams before.
- Yeah, exactly, I have.
[suspenseful music]
Anna, tell me what happened. Who was that man?
- Nobody. I don't--
I don't even know him.
Look, I just had a few too many drinks.
- I don't think that's what happened.
- Okay, then what the hell did happen?
- I don't know!
I'll work Paco again. I'll make it right.
But the longer we wait, the longer Escano has
to get his operation back up. That I know.
♪
- We're gonna give it a few days.
Make sure that bust didn't raise any flags.
Hey, Jay, got a second?
- What's up?
- What do you think happened last night?
- With Anna? - Yeah.
- She looked spooked. It happens.
- Eh, not with her. Not like that.
That girl's a vault. I mean, she covers everything.
She does it well.
- You wanna pull her?
- We got nothing without her.
Let me ask you something.
What would you do?
I wanna know. What would you do?
- We've both seen CIs crash and burn.
But she is so pissed off at the world,
I think it'll keep her alive. I'd leave her in.
[phone buzzes]
- Talk to me, Adam.
- Boss, we're sittin' over here on Paco's house.
- All right, any sign of Escano?
- No, but your CI just showed up.
Did you put Anna in play?
- No, I didn't.
♪
All right, just keep it off the books.
- Copy.
- Looks vaguely familiar.
- Where's Rafa?
- At a sleepover.
- Hmm. And where were you today?
- Why ask when you already know?
- Because I told you to lay low.
- I left my purse at Paco's house.
Went back to get it.
I smoothed things out. - Mm.
And how did you do that?
- I let him show me some more of his tattoos.
- Anna.
You're on our paper with my responsibility.
I'm losing patience telling you this--
- I know where the Glock is.
He just told me where he keeps it.
- Uh-huh. - Paco's got a garage
where he keeps his cars and his guns,
and he was bragging to me that he has a shooting range
down in the basement.
I told him I'm gun shopping. He bought it.
I'm gonna go over there tomorrow.
[sighs]
I screwed up.
And I wanna make things right.
[soft apprehensive music]
[sighs]
What do you think?
♪
- All right, point it down. Do not point it at me.
- Okay. - You do not want me
on your bad side. - [chuckles]
- All right. All right, walk over here.
Now go slow.
- Is this good? - All right, let me see it.
♪
Let the shot surprise you.
Pull the trigger smooth.
Damn. - I got it.
[laughs]
- How's it feel?
- Oh, like I'm a Lake Forest housewife named Courtney.
[laughs] Come on. Don't you got something real?
Like a Glock, maybe?
- Glock? Ah, that's how you play.
- [laughs] [phone ringing]
Hey, you got a bathroom?
- Past the blue Chevy, on your right.
Dónde patrón?
Volveré mañana.
Simón.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- There we go. That's the Glock 25.
- We got the son of a bitch.
Now get away from it, Anna.
We're gonna come back with a warrant tomorrow.
- What the hell are you doin'?
- Oh, hey.
You're hiding all the good stuff.
[tense music]
- Let's go. Move.
♪
- Wanna see how it works?
- Paco, please.
- Did they send you after me?
- [whimpers]
- Talk, bitch!
- Chicago PD!
- Take Anna! We got Paco. - Copy.
Come here, come with me. I got you.
- Freeze! Don't move!
- Go around. Try to cut him off.
♪
Freeze!
It's over, Paco.
- You're the one who put that bitch on me.
- Drop the gun.
- She's a CI.
That's why you were at my house.
- I will light you up.
Put the gun down. Now!
- Nah, you take me in right now,
I call my people, and she is dead and gone.
Both stay calm, everyone wins.
- This is your last chance.
[both grunt]
- Stop fighting! Stay down!
Don't move!
- We've been looking all over for this gun.
Paco Gutierrez, you're under arrest.
- You better fix this, policeman,
or your bitch is dead.
- Get up. Get up!
♪
.
- Have 'em get right on it. - Copy that.
[indistinct chatter]
- The Glock is on the way to the lab.
I put a rush order on it. - Good.
- How's Anna?
- Sent Kev and Upton to take her home.
- Paco?
- He's cuffed inside my truck. He's not going anywhere.
[tense music]
If we bring Paco in,
Anna's gonna end up at the bottom of the lake.
Paco made that pretty damn clear.
I got about 20 ways out of this in my head right now.
I just don't think you're gonna like any of them.
So...
You got a clean way out of this, I'm all ears, Jay.
Otherwise, I am gonna get creative.
♪
- Okay.
Give me an hour.
Something wrong, Paco?
You know, it amazes me.
Everyone has a soft spot. Even men like you.
You kept her and your little boy a secret.
♪
Yeah, we know that's your ex-girlfriend, Isabella,
and that you support her and your kid.
- She ain't in the game. You touch her--
- Nobody's touching her.
Arrest? Yeah.
That's another story.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Accessory to murder.
That's your truck.
Parked at a Dunkin' Donuts a block away
from where Blanca Consuela was murdered.
A witness said a red-haired woman was driving it.
We thought it's gotta be the wrong truck.
Thought it was a mistake.
But then I went back to your sheet, and I found out
that she bailed you out two years ago.
Once I saw her picture, I knew.
- Isabella dropped you off and picked you up.
It's accessory to felony murder.
It's not gonna be hard to prove.
- Don't know what you're talking about.
- She's going away for 20 years.
And your son?
The son of a convicted murderer.
He's getting tossed into the system.
That'll be ugly.
- I can't...
talk to you.
- You can't?
Paco, I'm here to tell you
that the only way we don't arrest Isabella
is on two conditions.
You never mention Anna to a soul...
And you flip on Escano.
- Your little CI is already dead.
You get that, right? That's how it works.
She sold her life away already.
- Let me worry about Anna.
♪
- No, that can't be all of it.
- It is.
Look, you can keep asking me questions.
It ain't gonna change my answers,
because that's everything I know.
Everything.
Escano hands me the cash in a bag--
- But the job, the job--who orders it?
- I get through a burner phone.
Like I said, burner phone.
No idea who's at the other end of it.
I get a name--
- What about all that money
that Escano gave you for that house?
- Was a loan.
He has never told me a damn thing in person.
Escano's never handed me a gun.
I've never seen drugs on him. Ain't never seen a weapon.
All I know is that he's the one that pays me.
♪
But I can't hand him over to you.
Because he designed it that way.
With everyone that works for him,
no one is fully close to him.
No one.
No one
can handle him.
♪
He's smarter than you.
- Come in.
Paco?
- He's in protective custody, solitary.
Made a deal with him not to say your name.
- Okay, that's not enough protection.
- It will be.
But he can't give us Escano.
We took everything he gave us. Brought it to the SA.
Wasn't even enough for a warrant.
- What the-- how is that even possible?
- Because Escano is smart.
I imagine a man like that is gonna find a way
to get to Paco, no matter where we put him.
- Okay.
He's--he's on your paper. He's--
He's your responsibility.
You--there's gotta be a way to protect him.
You can't just let him get killed.
- We're doing everything we can.
Absolutely everything we can.
- Okay. Um...
Um.
[sighs]
So what's the next play?
- I'm gonna need you to talk to me.
Anna, what happened the other night at Paco's house?
Who was that man? - I told you.
I got too drunk.
- And it wasn't true then, and it isn't true now.
- Well, what the hell does it matter?
What does that have anything to do with any of this?
- Anna, I understand. I get it.
You don't want me in your actual life--no CI does.
Makes it seem easier to keep your lives separate.
Makes you feel safe.
- Okay, all right, look. We don't have to do all of--
- Anna, you're not safe.
Okay?
You're not.
I gotta be in your life.
I gotta know you so we can keep you upright.
You gotta get that.
[soft apprehensive music]
- [sighs]
It's just this thing that happens.
When I see somebody--
[stammers] My brain thinks it's someone that I know.
It never is.
[sighs]
Los Temidos does initiations.
And when I was hooked in, they--they drugged me,
they beat me...
And they raped me.
And I don't even know who they were, okay?
But sometimes when I see a man,
and I--I hear a voice,
it just--it takes me back there.
You know, and I, um...
♪
[scoffs]
That's why I leave that part out.
'Cause of that look.
Right there.
I could tell you about all the violence
that Temidos has done to my family,
to my brother, my father, you can see that.
Everybody that Temidos chews up.
But as soon as I tell you this,
That's the face that I get.
Like I'm just some goddamn broken woman
who you're about to pull off of this thing.
- No.
Look, Anna...
Anna, if you want in, you're in.
Okay?
I just need to know.
- Then what's next?
[tense music]
♪
[phone buzzes]
♪
- Hey, you must be Anna.
- Hi. - Welcome. Call me Javy.
Hey.
♪
.
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]