Sabotage Page #4

I don't want to hear

nothing about that.

You are dirty.

Jezebel.

I've known some cops in my time,

but your people

don't seem like cops.

Good.

They're the best undercover

agents in the DEA.

Work hard, play hard, right?

Look who's talking.

You enjoy your cups.

Why do you say that?

Your skin.

Wow.

Just...

Wow.

Wow.

Neck!

It's me!

Sh*t, no light.

Come on.

You don't need that.

I'm a cautious girl.

Neck!

Wake up, you drunk f***!

You got right. Move.

Clear.

Clear.

Sorry.

Let me clear this.

Move.

- Clear.

- Okay.

Where the f*** is he?

Oh, f***!

Would you help me up, please?

Can you help me up, please?

Thank you very much.

Well, we found him.

You smoke?

Only when I find my witnesses

nailed to the ceiling.

Right. I'm gonna leave.

No, you're not.

You're not f***ing leaving!

You're in this now.

What are you talking about?

I'm a Fed.

See you.

You're an a**hole.

All right, let's cut him down.

From a preliminary investigation,

I have a cause of death.

Massive hemothorax.

From a right

ventricular stab wound.

This, where my finger is...

Uh-huh.

That's how far the knife

went inside his chest.

- Okay.

- And they gutted him like a pig.

Hey, Doc,

this guy's a trained guy.

Who could walk up on

a trained guy like that?

Somebody that had

better skills than he had.

He knew exactly

where he was stabbing.

Boo-yah! Got some hairs.

Not the victim's.

Show me.

Right here.

And here's some more. Here.

Can you bag those?

Sure.

I'll take them

to the lab myself.

Okay.

- Thanks, guys.

- Sure.

- Thanks.

- You got it.

You know, in Northern Ireland, the IRA

nailed snitches to the kitchen floor.

How do you know sh*t like that?

Some research I was doing.

Okay, so you put out a BOLO

for Lucky Charms guy.

Hey, take a criminalist

and sweep the RV's cab.

For what?

What am I looking for?

Linkage.

They're dead and we're not.

What are we doing?

We D-up and

present a hard target.

Like taking showers

with full body armor.

Well, we need f***ing intel.

Who'd they send up?

Well, who do you think, sweetheart?

Check the board!

Could be Soto!

Could be f***ing Romero!

It could be f***ing...

They could be...

They may be... F***ing...

Any of this a surprise to you?

Just let it go, huh?

Surprise to you, Sugar?

I don't really know

what you're talking about.

Guess I'm the only one

with any f***ing balls here.

It's the goddamn money.

Just let it go, all right?

No!

We had to go fingering

the devil's p*ssy.

It's an occupational hazard

when you fight the cartels.

Oh, really?

You see any other

Feds getting smoked?

It could happen to anyone.

Bullshit!

You believe that, chief?

Or is that just some sh*t you're

spitting in case this place is bugged?

Always assume that

someone is listening.

So shut the f*** up.

I ain't gonna fight you, boss.

Where the f*** are you going?

Out.

I'm bored.

You're not going out.

It's not safe.

They're hunting us.

I can take care of myself.

Give me that f***ing...

No!

Give that back to me.

Give that back to me! Monster!

What's this, huh?

Is this chewing gum?

Huh?

Yeah.

What the f*** you need this for?

What the f*** do

you need this for?

Get out of my way.

No, Lizzy.

It's the stripper.

Can we talk inside?

What the f*** do you want?

Just some background

information on your unit.

So I can develop some suspects.

You know what we do, right?

This special operations team?

Well, to be honest,

I have no idea.

Why don't you tell me?

We covertly

penetrate

drug organizations.

I guess that would make you some enemies,

huh?

Any one come to mind?

Any particular guy

that might nail Special Agent

Jordan to a ceiling?

Are you really this stupid?

Ma'am, I'm not your friend,

and I'm not your colleague.

So don't bully me.

Or I'll slap you

with a 48-hour jail hold.

And by the looks of things,

you can't hack a day without your

favorite controlled substance.

So let's keep it nice, shall we?

And yes, assume I'm stupid.

Paint me a picture.

Please.

I took these in Juarez.

They're friends of mine.

And this is what

the Rios-Garza cartel does

to indicate that

you've pissed them off.

Sweetheart,

you're so in over your f***ing head.

You need more than a

Glock and sensible shoes.

Walk away.

Walk away.

I'll show myself out.

Thank you for your time.

It's our pleasure.

We're gonna have to each get two jobs

just to put him through school.

Have you

considered prostitution?

Hey, what's up?

More black hairs.

And look.

A beautiful thumbprint we got off

the steering column of the RV.

It's not the vic's.

Boo-yeah! Linkage.

You just said

"boo-yeah."

That's my thing.

Don't jack my thing.

I heard the lab tech say it.

I didn't hear it.

Bullshit, you heard it.

Well, if she said it,

she got it from me.

Due to the staging of

Special Agent Jordan's body,

we believe there's a connection

to the Rios-Garza cartel.

DTO. Rios-Garza Drug

Trafficking Organization.

We don't use

the term "cartel."

Thank you, sir.

It seems that Special Agent

Roberts' death

was not an accident.

We have recovered physical evidence

linking the two crime scenes.

I would like to have

a copy of those files,

if you could make

those available for me.

Yes, sir.

Today, would that be all right?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Investigator Brentwood,

what exactly do you want from us?

Well, learning about the victims

helps me find the suspects.

Maybe these murders are blowback

from cases they worked on.

You want access

to DEA case files?

It would help.

Are you asking for investigatory

support or access to our records?

Both.

Look, maybe there's someone

I can liaise with,

someone who...

Investigator Brentwood,

your agency needs to draft a formal

letter requesting assistance.

Any documents you want access to

will need to be specifically cited.

Specifically cited.

What information do you need?

Incident report numbers.

File numbers.

Right.

And how are we going

to know those numbers

if we don't know those numbers?

If you don't know

really what you want,

what are you doing here?

Two murders of DEA agents

have happened on my watch.

And it's my job to

investigate them,

and I'm asking for your help.

Just have the chief fire off a letter,

and we'll see what we can do.

Thank you for coming in.

Have a nice day, y'all.

F***ing US Attorney

and their own general counsel?

These guys are scared.

Hey. You're Brentwood,

you're Jackson, right?

Yeah.

You working the agent

nailed to the ceiling?

What do you know about that?

The DEA is a dysfunctional

family, all right?

No one's going to talk

family business with you.

Who are you?

Got a card?

Ask yourself why it happened.

Everything happens for a reason.

Think about that.

Stop leaving your

sh*t on my seat.

That's not mine.

It's not some porn you're

hiding from your wife?

That's not mine.

It's not mine.

You're out here saving

these adrenaline junkies

that mean absolutely nothing

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