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to this department.

I would take

a bullet for those guys.

Hmm. You'd take a bullet.

Would you take 10 million bucks?

Would you take $10 million?

Where's the money?

Don't f***ing scream at me!

Where's the money?

You dumb f***, you!

Look at you!

With your f***ing 48% body fat.

And, you, scrawny

little bastard!

- F*** you guys!

- Go to the gym, John.

F***ing liar.

F***ing liar!

He's a f***ing liar.

What? Caroline,

where you going?

Why the f*** didn't you tell me

you were under investigation for

stealing from the Rios-Garza cartel?

Get in.

I need a drink.

I need you to be

straight with me, John.

No, you be straight with me.

Why do I have to find out

through the grapevine

that you linked

the deaths of my people?

They're linked,

I'm sorry. My turn.

Did you steal the money?

No.

And f*** you for asking.

Don't be such a girl.

Your agency thinks you did.

So does the Rios-Garza cartel.

Why do you think

they're killing your guys?

Spend enough time on the job,

the job bites back.

That's bullshit.

You going somewhere?

One of my guys quit the team.

He's off the grid.

I gotta warn him.

Okay, grab your stuff

and I'll drive.

They're going to continue

to f***ing kill people,

and kill f***ing innocent people

and women and children in

Mexico and the United States

- unless you have guys like me!

- Son!

That's a fact.

Son!

Motherf***er, I quit.

Last fall, an 8-year-old girl

vanished from her bed.

No leads.

Only her daddy's bullshit

about hearing black voices.

And he's a drinker.

Joins AA the week after she disappears.

He profiles, too.

Domestic abuser, all that.

And I can't find enough

for the DA to file.

Do you see where this is going?

Just because you're not in jail

doesn't mean you didn't do it.

You're awesome on a road trip,

you know that?

Yeah, I've heard that before.

That's it, right there.

It's beautiful.

Watch out for booby traps.

Bullshit.

I'm serious.

This could take

your leg right off.

Here's the trip wire.

Why is he so paranoid?

Maybe he doesn't want to

get nailed to a ceiling.

Tripod!

McNeely?

It's John!

There's something off.

F***.

Unit 2150.

Send me two units

and an ME to my location.

AK brass.

The guy hit the trip wire.

Right there.

Looks like he bled out.

Here, hold this.

What's that?

They're world-class a**holes.

Give me the weapon.

I don't trust you.

Well, you know,

it was getting heavy anyway.

Hey!

How you feeling?

I'm sorry?

Well,

now that you got sucked into our world.

They're Kaibiles.

Kaibiles?

Guatemalan Special Forces.

Okay.

Rios-Garza Organization loves to

use them for high-power hits.

You know, McNeely was

a f***ing Navy SEAL.

He was 10 times the

operator that I'll ever be.

What chance do you think I got?

See, they're the best

assassins that money can buy.

Honey, I worked gangs

for eight years.

Streets have rules, okay?

You steal money,

doesn't matter who you are,

you can be a cop,

you could be God,

they will get you.

I came here to help you.

No, you did not.

To help you understand.

You came here 'cause you

think you're gonna be next.

You came here to steer me, okay?

If you want to help me,

and if you don't want to

get nailed to a ceiling

or run over by a train,

you need to break

free from your buddies

and tell me something I don't

know about John Wharton.

Because I can't read him.

Tell me something I don't know.

Two years ago,

we arrested

Edgar Rios in Juarez.

He was an old-school drug lord,

ran all their operations.

It was a big deal.

We're handing him

over to the Mexicans

when some broad pulls

her sh*t and dumps him.

Cartel didn't want him

debriefed by our intel people.

Problem solved.

But they had a bigger problem.

They wanted the man who can get

the man that nobody can get.

John gets a call

from the bad guys.

They snatched his wife and kid right

out of his house on Lake Lanier.

They're holding them in Juarez.

They make him an offer.

"Surrender yourself to the

cartel and your family lives."

John's family is everything.

John was married forever.

His son Jacob was

his best friend.

Love you, Dad.

They tortured Karen

and Jacob to death.

There's video.

Evil sh*t.

No! No! No!

They mailed pieces of

them to his home for weeks.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

So John

went down there. Alone.

Hunting the man

who killed his wife.

John, we're coming in!

He didn't find him.

We're here to

bring you back home.

This isn't going

to bring them back.

Come on.

Let's go home.

John is obsessed with

finding his wife's killer.

It's like a cancer in his soul.

Caroline, we lost John

when they died.

Go home.

Go home now.

I was just trying to help.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

John.

Wait up. I didn't know about your family.

John, I'm sorry, I...

Now you know.

They sent me her face.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

So this isn't creepy.

Someone else get killed?

I brought a peace offering.

Let me show you something.

Your shooters.

They're Guatemalan Special Forces.

They came in through

Juarez with stolen visas.

ICE alerted, ran surveillance.

But lost them

outside of Atlanta.

Now, you said you had prints.

Yeah. We got one

at the RV,

and one outside McNeely's cabin.

But no NCIC hits.

See if these match.

Pretty please.

ICE took them off some beer

cans inside their hotel room.

Should I have these?

No.

Then why'd you give them to me?

I don't want anything

to happen to you.

Holy sh*t.

No way.

Don't say a word.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

What happened to

"I'll never date a cop"?

Who said anything about a date?

Evil harlot.

I can't believe you said that.

You dirty, dirty girl.

So I got a present for you.

Check that out.

Oh!

Bad guys.

Dude looks like Mario from Donkey Kong.

Mmm-hmm.

Who's the metrosexual

with the... You've got...

Prints, records, everything.

Did he leave it on

your night stand?

You don't want to know.

Sh*t.

Get in the car. You all right?

'Cause you walking funny.

You're just jealous.

Is he a big dude?

Like, is he big?

That's inappropriate.

Was it good?

Shut up. Shut up.

Is he ripped,

like a six-pack?

Shut up.

Just wondering.

'Cause he's, like, a legend.

You're good to go.

It's a match.

Thank you, Tish. Okay,

I'm going to write out a warrant-affidavit.

You put out a BOLO,

armed and dangerous.

Yeah, and what you

gonna tell the judge?

That we got slipped some

Secret Squirrel ICE file?

That's exactly what

I'm going to tell him.

Once they're in custody,

we can get as many print cards as we want.

Doesn't matter how we get there,

as long as we get there.

Do we know where they are?

Negative.

So we still got no target?

What the hell are we doing sitting here?

We could be drinking beers,

throwing dollars at something naked.

We're standing by.

For what?

Apparently, the boss got that

investigator lady working for us now.

Ain't that right, boss?

Is that true?

Hey. Grab a vest.

What's up, partner?

That ICE file your boyfriend

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