Cross (2024) s02e03 Episode Script
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Previously on Cross…
[Kayla] Finally got
a real name for Two-Fingers.
Lincoln Esteban.
What does it say about Esteban
that he created his own
personal female deity?
[speaking Spanish] I am the daughter
of Gabriela Alejandra Porras
And I'm here to avenge her death.
I'm trying to figure out why Nana
would lie about my mother being dead.
Maybe she thought it was better,
you not knowing.
- Did you know?
- Since-since we were kids.
Now, it's my absolute pleasure
to introduce you to Paul Hartsfield,
the former assistant deputy secretary
at the Department of Labor.
- Margaret. No, no!
- [gunshot]
Mastermind is looking to clean the slate,
- and I can't do this alone.
- [Roy] You're in Nebraska on this one.
- There is no cavalry.
- [Cross] What can I do?
- Let me be there for you.
- There is someone else who I think
can help with this.
What's got you so rattled
that you ready to release the kraken?
- Does it matter?
- Nope.
[Cross] The FBI lab's processing
the burned documents.
The scan showed
a list of dates and numbers.
[Kayla] These ten-digit numbers,
they have to be coordinates.
[Cross] Harlingen, Texas.
We got to get to Texas.
[ The California Honeydrops
play "Lead Me Home"]
Go on, baby.
Alex, this is John.
John, meet Alex.
[laughs]
[sighs]
[groans]
[grunts softly]
[exhales]
[phone vibrates]
[sighs]
I thought we was meeting at the airport.
We need to talk first.
No, you need to talk.
Nothing says I got to listen.
[sighs]
[bag unzips]
She-she came to see Nana Mama once.
When we were kids.
You met her?
No. No, I-I was on the stairs.
I heard her voice, but never saw her face.
Why was she at the house?
For money.
[Sampson exhales]
Nana wanted to adopt you, John.
The court said that LaDonna
had to give up her parental rights.
Didn't make sense
'cause she was unfit to be your mother,
but they wouldn't let anybody adopt you
unless she gave up her rights.
That's why you had to stay
in foster care all those years.
[stammers] Nana Mama never said
nothing about her adopting me.
Well, she didn't want to get
your hopes up, in case it didn't happen.
John, Nana offered LaDonna $5,000
to give up her rights.
That's more than we had.
Now, LaDonna, she took it,
then she didn't do shit.
It's been almost 30 years, Alex.
I know.
You never thought about
telling me nothing?
I'm sorry, man.
I am sorry. But Nana thought
you knowing how everything
went down would hurt you.
I-I thought she was right.
You didn't think I could take it?
Shit, I could barely take it.
And the longer I didn't tell you,
the harder it got.
But, hey, would-would you
have told me, John?
Even if you knew it would break me?
I would.
Because I'd be right there to pick up
the pieces and put you back together.
[somber music playing]
But fuck it. Let's go to Texas.
[ Danielle Ponder sings
"Some of Us Are Brave"]
If the sky were to fall ♪
I'd be the first to call ♪
Some of us, some of us are brave ♪
Peace and love
to the ones who give praise ♪
Take a bow as the light hits the face ♪
See me now ♪
I'm loud and proud ♪
And to those who fear
leads them to hate ♪
oh, what a pity
to be locked in that place ♪
I know you see me, though ♪
Some of us, some of us are brave ♪
[upbeat country music playing]
[Kayla] It's been six hours.
Maybe blowing up Esteban's hideout
spooked him, so he decided to abort.
He'll show.
He wrote everything in code.
There's no reason for him
to believe we cracked it.
- [Kayla] Yeah.
- Yeah.
[Kayla] Another text to Elle?
Is that a thing again?
- [phone whooshes]
- Uh…
I thought it was for a second.
I was wrong.
She's at your house, right?
She's watching your kids.
It's a temporary situation.
[laughs]
Uh-uh.
I'm trying to keep a straight face.
I'm sorry.
Don't… Stop.
- What? Say it. Nah.
- I'm sorry.
You're the one who was
making fun of my dating life for years.
Well, if the avoidant
personality disorder fits…
Oh, come on. If I was a man,
no one would say shit
about me putting my career first.
Oh, you can't have both?
- Work and love?
- Yeah.
Uh-huh, until the next guy
stumbles up on, you know,
a stack of crime scene photos or,
oh, I don't know, throws a hissy fit
'cause I'm not texting him back
fast enough when I'm on a stakeout.
There are people who understand.
Yeah, there was one.
- Oh.
- And you married her.
[chuckles]
I did.
Yeah.
[chuckles] You know,
I would've made a move on that.
I just like dick too much.
- Wow.
- [laughs]
You are a terrible person. Just…
I know, I know.
- [Cross chuckles]
- [phone vibrates]
Shit.
[strains] Okay.
- Nature calls.
- Hmm.
That nature or dick?
- [chuckles]
- Don't run.
[laughs]
Yo, Two John, you still awake over there?
[Sampson] Yeah, I just found out
that Sheriff Teddy grew up in Arkansas.
He's over here trying
to tell me that Nolan Richardson
ranks as a better college coach
than John Thompson.
I'm sorry. What?
What? Yo, Ewing,
Iverson, Mourning, Mutombo.
Coach Thompson all day.
You gotta come stronger than that, fam.
You ever heard the term
"40 minutes of hell"?
- Oh, there he go.
- Case closed.
Hey, man, they had a run.
Georgetown had a dynasty, a'ight?
Case closed.
Hey, yo, John,
you check in with DHS?
Larsen's posted up behind the mini-mart.
Hasn't seen anything.
[Larsen] Teddy, I'm thinking
this day is a bust.
What say we call it?
[Sampson] What's Larsen's problem?
DHS, always looking to punch out early.
FBI's dime, FBI's call.
[Bobby moaning]
Madeline, you got hands
like Mary from the Bible.
- [phone vibrating]
- Treatment like this
definitely makes a brother
want to raise the dead.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
I'm here.
Did you find Ibrahim?
I know you're feeling some pressure,
but you's gonna want
to have to mind your tone.
Good afternoon, Bobby Trey.
I hope you're having a wonderful day.
Now could you please
answer the fucking question:
did you find Ibrahim?
I'm close.
- How close are… Huh? Oh.
- [line disconnects]
Fucking asshole.
- [woman] They're all assholes, honey.
- [toilet flushes]
[quiet, sinister music playing]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
Y'all seeing this?
The guy that just hopped
into the produce truck
isn't the original driver.
[Larsen] Drivers switch out
on long hauls all the time.
Without talking to each other?
Something's off.
I'll see your "something's off"
and raise you a "possible suspect."
Orange hoodie, camouflage pants,
southwest corner of the lot.
Does that look like Esteban?
Yeah, that's him.
What's he holding?
- [Larsen] I got him.
- All right, stand-stand down.
Don't want to spook him.
I'm headed his way.
[dramatic music playing]
[camera shutter clicking]
DHS! Drop your weapon!
Don't shoot, don't shoot! Hold your fire!
Stand down, Larsen!
It's a camera! It's just a camera!
Stand down!
What does that look like to you?
- Looked like a fucking Glock!
- It's a camera! A fucking camera!
- Larsen, get your shit together!
- Let me go, man, I need to help them!
- Help who?
- Them!
[gunshot]
[Cross] Go, go, go!
[grunts]
[Cross over radio] Who the hell
is shooting at us?
[coyote] Someone's messing
with the truck!
- [coyote 2] Get 'em away from the cargo!
- [engine starts]
- John, you see anything?
- No. Not yet.
But we'll be there in a minute.
Hang tight.
[tires squeal]
Yeah. Yeah, we gonna be a minute.
- [children screaming]
- Who's in the truck?
[Lincoln] There's kids in there.
[gunfire]
Let's-let's go, get 'em out of here!
[Sampson] Let's go!
- [grunts]
- [coyote] Come on.
Move it, move it. Let's go.
Stay still, don't move.
Head down. Don't move, don't move.
Come on, get up. We have to go.
- [Lincoln] Oh, shit!
- [gunshot]
Alex, you good?
- There's people on the truck.
- [Lincoln] You have to help them!
Tienes que proteger a los ninos.
Two John, what's your situation?
[Sampson] Pulling up quick,
heading your way.
We got to get to the produce truck.
There's kids in there.
[thrilling music playing]
[Teddy] All units in the vicinity
of Buck's Feed & Seed at mile marker 52,
officer requires immediate backup,
westbound.
Requesting air and emergency
medical support.
If fired upon,
do not return fire. I repeat,
do not return fire.
Truck is carrying human cargo.
[siren wailing]
[tires screeching]
Oh, shit.
[children screaming]
[tires screeching]
- [siren stops]
- [children screaming]
[overlapping chatter]
- You okay?
- [Sampson] Is everybody okay? You okay?
[overlapping chatter]
There you go, good, there you go.
Shooter! Gun!
Whoa, whoa,
- whoa, whoa, whoa!
- [coyote] He'll die with me today
- if you don't let me go!
- [Sampson] No problem.
You can have anything you want.
Just give me the boy.
[tense music playing]
John, you good?
Yes, sir. I'm good.
Everybody's good.
Everybody's gonna live today.
I want a car. And some money!
Okay. We can make that happen.
All right, we're gonna talk this through.
I-I just need your name first.
I'm Alex.
- What's yours?
- [Berto screams]
[whimpering]
[Sampson] Come on.
Hey, hey. Come on.
- What the hell?!
- Come on.
Come on.
[Kayla] What did you do? We had this.
[somber music playing]
[upbeat Latin music playing]
[vocalists singing in Spanish]
Guess this isn't much of a tourist town.
That's good.
Makes it easier to find people.
Señora.
[speaking Spanish] We're looking for a man
named Francisco Herrera.
Do you know him?
No. I don't know any Francisco.
[Donnie] We should be
going after Paul Hartsfield
right now,
not off on some side quest in Mexico.
Hartsfield runs in Morgan Park
every day between 5:12 and 6:02.
When we're ready to take him out,
he'll be easy to find.
Señor.
One, please.
- No, uno.
- Ah.
- [chuckling] Uno.
- [chuckles]
I'm looking for a man
named Francisco Herrera.
Do you know him?
I'm sorry, Miss. But…
I can't help you.
We can pay for information.
- Mira. Pagamos.
- No. Would you put that away?
We don't even know
if this Frankie guy's alive,
let alone remember the names
of the kids who died.
He lived with them, okay?
He's gonna remember their names.
Señora, una pregunta, por favor.
You already asked her.
Also asked the butcher, the baker,
the kid that sells fireworks
on the corner.
Either Frankie ain't here or…
and I sympathize with this entirely…
he doesn't want to see us.
[grunts]
[sighs] That guy's been off the grid
almost 20 years.
- You done your best.
- It's not enough.
Those kids' families
are out there somewhere,
probably not even knowing
what happened to them.
So if we're not gonna find them,
who the fuck will?
[knocking on door]
[mysterious music playing]
[door opens]
- [Tomas] Buenas.
- Entra.
For you, miss.
Gracias.
[door closes]
Think we found Frankie.
[Luz exhales]
All right.
[dogs barking in distance]
[distant creaking]
[rifle racks]
Hands where I can see them.
[Rebecca] Francisco?
¿Quién los mandó?
Who sent you?
Doctor Gabi.
You have her eyes.
[gentle music playing]
Your mother saved my life.
Y-Your mama what now?
I want to finish what she started.
I can't make things right, but…
Maybe I can make them better.
Give something back to the families
whose children were killed
by the monsters at Crestbrook.
Do you know their names?
Where they came from?
Here.
We all came from here.
- [Sampson] So what happens to 'em now?
- [Aveda] Average stay at the Office
of Refugee Resettlement is 152 days.
- There you are.
- What about him?
As a material witness,
he'll be held by the U.S. Marshals
until he's able to testify.
[scoffs] Shit.
He went through the worst of it, and he's
the one going to a detention center?
They want you next, Teddy.
Real shit show out here.
It's your shit show.
- Excuse me?
- You heard me.
You hold your fire back at the truck stop,
ain't no chase,
there's no shoot-out, nobody dead.
- Hey, I did my job.
- [Kayla] Yeah,
I guarantee DHS use-of-force policies
don't include shooting a man in the head
- as he's holding a minor hostage.
- [scoffs]
I saved that kid's life.
You endangered his life.
And killed a suspect who could've
given us valuable information.
Information I'd think you'd want.
Fuck is that supposed to mean?
You know what it means.
Ah, you know what? What I want to know
is how a homeless guy from Chicago
knows more about a truck full of smuggled
children in your own backyard than you do.
How? Explain that.
[tense music playing]
All right. Come on.
I'm good.
Yeah. You getting
what you came for, Madeline?
I… Yeah.
- I need to hear the magic words, Madeline.
- Ooh! [chuckles]
[grunts]
Bobby Trey is my church,
- and I am his motherfucking deacon.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Come on now. Come on now. Come on now.
- [squeals] Bobby Trey is my church,
- and I am his motherfucking deacon!
- [grunting]
[somber music playing]
I know it can't bring your daughter back,
but I hope it will ease the pain a little.
Gracias.
[Frankie] Rebecca.
This is Lupe and
her granddaughter, Adriana.
Thank you for coming.
When we were kids
working at the factory…
Lupe's son, Hernan
is the one who left the line
to bring me to the clinic
after the accident.
Can I ask what happened?
I was sick that day.
Slow on the line.
The boss, Lalo, he got angry.
He pushed me…
I landed in the machinery
used to cut meat, bone.
Your mother sewed me back together.
And hid me away…
But the rest of my friends and Hernan…
They were killed so they wouldn't tell.
We brought a photo of Hernan.
What these people have done…
they don't just rob
parents of their children,
they rob children of their heritage,
communities of their future.
That's why it means so much
that you've come back
to your mother's home.
My mother… came from here?
You didn't know?
That means you're family!
You can come to my Quinceañera!
Uh… I'm sorry. I can't.
I have work to do at home.
[door opens]
- [footsteps approaching]
- [Kayla grunts]
You have got to be kidding.
[Kayla] Agent Larsen, who approved this?
Your boss.
No hard feelings, though.
Who wants to play good cop?
[sighs]
[clears throat]
I'm Detective Alex Cross.
This is Agent Kayla Craig.
How you doing, Lincoln?
I have a right to counsel
in my own language.
[Larsen] Would you believe
I'm a certified translator?
[speaking Spanish]
Strap in, asshole.
I speak Náhuatl.
Your ignorance is expected, Federale.
Okay. It's okay. It's coming.
In the meantime, while we wait,
want to tell us why you're here?
I'm here for justice.
What are you here for?
What's the connection between
Richard Helvig and Lance Durand?
[ominous music playing]
They both deserve to die.
Sounds like a confession to me.
How did you know there would be children
in the back of that truck?
They trained you well, didn't they?
A slave to the law.
If you were interested in what's right,
you'd be helping me,
- not standing in my way.
- [Larsen] Helping you what?
Take pictures of illegal kids?
Those undocumented children
are victims of your depravity.
Separated from their families,
ferried from factory to factory
like animals,
working in dangerous conditions.
They feed this country,
but who feeds them?
Not you. Not any of you.
[Cross] Helvig was missing three fingers.
Is that what this is, Lincoln?
Eye for an eye, a finger for a finger?
[Lincoln] Machines eat the fingers
of children and spit out the food you eat.
Heladio Molina Zavalas.
Irma Galindo Barrios. Still missing.
You want to disappear me, silence me.
But it doesn't matter
because I'm more than ready to die.
[Cross] Why?
Why are you ready to die, Lincoln?
I don't matter.
Not anymore.
The light will avenge us all.
Light, the light. La luz.
- What is the light, Lincoln?
- [Kayla] What does it say
about Esteban that he created
his own personal female deity?
[Cross] Women are the first protectors,
givers of life.
[Kayla] His fingers are a sacrifice,
loyalty to his goddess.
[Cross] "La luz" means "the light."
The goddess of light.
Just stay on your own side of the wall.
[Cross] Hey, hey.
You need to leave.
Damn East Coast bullshit.
Don't want to enforce the law…
you don't deserve to wear the badge.
[Cross] You want to try
and take it from me?
That's what I thought.
- [scoffs]
- [laughing]
[door opens]
Lincoln?
- [door closes]
- [laughs softly]
Who's the light?
Fuck you, Federale.
Bring me a lawyer who speaks my language.
[dramatic music playing]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Rebecca] Not one of those families
got their child's body back.
You think Crestbrook has
a burial ground somewhere?
What?
What, we're really
not gonna talk about it?
[sighs] Ay.
Come have a drink
and tell me about your mom.
Okay. You win.
My mother,
she talked about growing up in Mexico.
She told me the story of Xochitl, and…
she said one day, when I was older,
she would teach me
how to make arroz con pollo.
By the time I was older, she was gone.
- [gentle music playing]
- [speaking indistinctly]
[Rebecca] We would walk
in the fields together.
The sound of her voice caressed me
like leaves of corn.
She would tell me stories
about Xochitl and her courage.
I always wondered
if I could be that brave.
If I would sacrifice myself
for my people the way she did.
If I had grown up somewhere like here,
surrounded by her people,
her community,
I could have kept some part of her alive.
That's what we're doing. We're helping
the people that she came from.
We're punishing the guilty,
the high and the low.
This could have been my home,
and instead I'm a stranger here.
Because those monsters
stole your culture, your history.
Just like they stole it
from those little kids.
But the difference is, you're still alive
and you have a chance
to get some of it back.
- What are you saying?
- I'm saying go to the quinceanera.
I got Paul.
Do you have any idea how rare it is
to be offered a piece of your soul back?
Take it.
[ Johnny Adams sings
"You Can Depend on Me"]
[Trevor] I have been into, uh,
community development since Little League,
when I saw the baseball diamond
on the white side of town
and realized we could do more.
I own my own home, I got a 401(k),
a kickball rec league.
What I don't have is my Michelle Obama.
That is a tall order, sir.
Yeah, I thought so, too, until I met you.
Look…
…I know we only been
going out for a minute…
- …but I think this could be something.
- [phone vibrates]
Sorry, just the school.
I need to sign
a permission slip for Jannie.
Jannie? Your ex's daughter?
Yeah, I got real close with the kids
when Alex and I were together.
- Oh.
- And I won't
drop out of their lives
just because we broke up.
I'm only staying there
until Alex gets back from Texas.
You're staying at his house?
It's easier.
For the kids.
Huh.
Don't you know ♪
you can always ♪
depend on me ♪
[knocking on door]
Sup?
- You headed out?
- Yeah.
Vega called. I got to get back to DC.
LaDonna's grand jury
convenes in less than a week.
So, if there's something out there
that's gonna clear her,
it's got to come out now.
You okay?
[sighs]
[exhales] I've been better.
Those kids.
Yeah.
[somber music playing]
Sugar, I'm-a need a favor.
It's a big one.
[indistinct chatter]
[children crying in distance]
[interpreter] Berto?
Este señor quiere hablar contigo.
[Cross] Hi, Berto.
I'm Alex Cross.
My friend John asked me
to come and check in on you.
Hola, Berto. Mi nombre es Alex Cross.
Mi amigo John me pidió
que viniera a ver cómo estabas.
Te vi. Con la policía.
[interpreter] I saw you with the police.
Yes, I-I am a police detective. Yes.
But more importantly, I'm a father.
Soy detective de la policía.
Pero más importante, soy papá.
[Cross] You see…
[sighs]
See, this is my son.
His name is Damon. He loves video games.
I mean, lo… he-he loves them
a little bit too much.
- [chuckles]
- Es mi hijo Damon.
Le gusta demasiado los videojuegos.
And-and this is my daughter Jannie.
Now, she's about your age.
She is the smartest person
I have ever met.
It's almost a little bit scary.
Es mi hija Jannie.
Tiene más o menos tu edad.
Es la persona más inteligente
que he conocido.
Ambos parecen agradables.
[interpreter] They both look very nice.
Oh, y…
Uh, uh, gracias.
Gracias.
So, I love my children
more than anything on this Earth.
And if, God forbid, they were ever stuck
in a foreign country all alone,
I-I wouldn't want 'em
to be locked in a place like this.
I'd want somebody to look out for them.
Amo a mis hijos más que a nada
en el mundo.
Y si, Dios no lo quiera,
estuvieran solos en un país extranjero…
no los querría encerrados
en un lugar como éste.
Querría que alguien cuidara de ellos.
So, Berto,
if I can get approved,
would you like to come and stay with me
and my family for a while?
Si me lo aprueban,
¿Te gustaría venir a quedarte conmigo
y mi familia por un tiempo?
[hopeful music playing]
[chuckles] Yeah? All r…
Um, uh, how-how do you, um,
how do you say, "I'm so happy"?
"Estoy muy feliz."
Es… what she said.
All right.
[chuckles]
[Jannie over phone] Principal Brock
asked me to go last for the debate.
- For real?
- For real, for real.
Elle said that must mean
they think I'm the best.
I-I bet she's right.
So, what'd you do today?
[Roy over phone] Great work, Agent Craig.
- We get a confession?
- Not yet,
but we'll have another run
at him tomorrow.
I'm telling you, keep this up,
and the sky's the limit for you.
We're talking S.A.C. territory,
you hear me?
From your lips.
But not if this other thing
catches up to you.
I know, I'm, uh, I'm… I'm working on it.
[ Brad plays "Bad for the Soul"]
[Bobby vocalizing]
Who the fuck are you?
[tense music playing]
A guest in your mama house, Ibrahim.
Is that how you talk to her friends?
Mm. She doesn't have friends like you.
You know, someone more sensitive than me
could take that the wrong way, son.
- Mom?
- Hey.
I'm gonna have to ask you
to keep your voice down.
'Cause that kind of sleep,
it don't come easy.
Now listen, we's having
breakfast for dinner.
Hmm? You want eggs?
I don't want eggs.
I want you out of my house.
So, this your house now?
You pay the mortgage?
[cap clatters]
I didn't think so.
[exhales]
You work in data management
for Greenvault Storage,
pulling $100K a year, and you still
living in your mama house.
We need to discuss your future, Ibrahim,
'cause I's got some plans for you.
But first, I need you
to tell me where I can find…
…these files.
Oh… I can't.
These belong to dangerous people, okay?
They'll kill me.
I get you. You don't want
to piss people off.
But man-to-man?
It's better to be pissed off
than pissed on.
So I'll make it
a trouble-free decision for you.
Put me onto them files and I'm gone.
You don't, you dead.
You understand?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now take your ass on upstairs,
wash up, boy.
Go. Let's go. Hurry up now. Hurry.
Old light-skin-ass nigga.
[ Jake Worthington sings
"Night Time Is My Time"]
[lively chattering]
I hear the honky-tonk alarm
about 5:00 p.m. ♪
And I put a splash of coffee
in my mug of gin ♪
There's a good time
waiting on me uptown…
- Hey.
- [Cross] You wearing a dress? Wow!
- Oh, God.
- What?
[laughing] Oh, God. No, no, no, no, no.
I should've known.
I stress-shop, all right?
- Really? That's what this is?
- Sue me. Yes.
You must've been real stressed.
Yeah, it was a fucking hell
of a day, okay?
- It was. Well…
- Yeah.
It's good to see you.
- Good to be seen.
- Mm-hmm.
- Mmm. Ooh. Yeah.
- [laughs]
- Yeah.
- It's nice.
I'm gonna need
about four more of these, though.
You game?
I mean, if that's all you can handle, I…
- Don't tempt me, Alex Cross.
- Let's go.
Uh, yeah. Two more. Thank you.
All right.
- Is there any news about your thing?
- [waitress] Here you go.
The, uh…
…the Uncle Sam Special?
I'm trying not to think about that
right now.
Got you.
- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.
Have you heard from Elle?
I'm not trying to think
about that, either. Yeah.
I'm learning to accept the new normal.
[chuckles] Cheers.
You know what?
From this moment, we're gonna be drinking,
we're gonna be partying,
and we're not gonna be thinking
about all the fucking bullshit
that's outside that door.
- I'm with it.
- Sweet.
- Yeah.
- All right.
[claps] Time to dance, Detective.
Ma'am, do I look country to you?
Beyoncé can do it, you can do it.
- Bring up Beyoncé?
- Come on, get out the chair.
- How many of me do you see?
- All right, boys
- Come on.
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- This is her favorite song
You know that, right? ♪
I ain't even… I didn't come for this.
- [Kayla laughs]
- I ain't even got my shoes.
[ Trace Adkins sings
"Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"]
Oh, she put her beer down ♪
Here she comes, here she comes ♪
Left, left ♪
Left, right, left ♪
Whoo ♪
Hustlers shooting eight ball ♪
throwing darts at the wall ♪
feeling damn near ten feet tall ♪
Here she comes, Lord, help us all ♪
Old T.W.'s girlfriend done
slapped him out his chair ♪
Poor old boy, it ain't his fault,
it's so hard not to stare ♪
at that honky-tonk badonkadonk ♪
Keeping perfect rhythm,
make you want to swing along ♪
Got it going on ♪
like Donkey Kong ♪
And ooh-whee, shut my mouth ♪
Slap your grandma ♪
- There ought to be a law
- [laughs]
Get the sheriff on the phone ♪
Lord have mercy,
how'd she even get them britches on? ♪
That honky-tonk badonkadonk ♪
Keeping perfect rhythm,
make you want to swing along ♪
-[ Toby Keith sings "Should've Been a
Cowboy"] -[both] I should've been a cowboy
I should've learned to rope and ride ♪
Riding my pony ♪
- on a cattle drive…
- [Cross] Westside
- [Kayla laughs]
- You are killing it.
- Get it!
- [laughs]
Pour me another drink.
- I want another drink.
- Okay.
[ Timbo plays "Do You Wrong"]
[Kayla humming]
What are we getting?
Man…
What?
Thanks for having my back today. Yeah.
Yeah. Of course.
I mean, you and I have known
each other for…
We've known each other for a long time.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Could we work
on those dance moves, please?
[chuckles]
- [Cross mumbles indistinctly]
- It won't be long
till I'm gonna do you wrong ♪
[ Lee Brice sings "Rumor"]
Oh. [chuckles]
[laughing]
Girl, you know I've known you forever ♪
How many nights we hung out together? ♪
Same little crowd, little bar,
little town ♪
Round this old dance floor ♪
My boys are laughing ♪
and tap me on the shoulder ♪
Making a motion like
"Could y'all get any closer?" ♪
They want to know what's up,
why I'm still holding you ♪
even when the song is over ♪
There's a rumor going round ♪
about me and you ♪
Stirring up our little town ♪
the last week or two ♪
So tell me why we even
trying to deny this feeling ♪
I feel it, don't you feel it, too? ♪
There's a rumor going round
and round and round ♪
What you say we make it true? ♪
We make it true ♪
Well, I can shut 'em down,
tell 'em all they're crazy ♪
I can do whatever
you want me to do, baby ♪
Okay.
Or you could lay one on me right now ♪
We could really give 'em
something to talk about ♪
Thank you.
This is me.
- [door beeps]
- Night, partner.
Good night.
[ Tami Neilson sings "You Were Mine"]
Take my heart ♪
It used to be so supple and sweet ♪
and now it's withered on the vine ♪
- [door closes]
- There's before
And then there's after ♪
you were mine ♪
Take my faith ♪
so strong and full of fire ♪
Now it's bruised,
broken down and blind ♪
There's before ♪
And then there's after ♪
You were mine ♪
Oh, yeah, yeah ♪
- Oh
- [Kayla gasps]
You were mine, you were mine,
you were mine, yeah ♪
[door opens]
Extra shot, extra sugar.
Which you can give me, too.
After a shower.
- [chuckles]
- You're smelling…
Manly?
Sure.
You find anything?
Nah.
It's a waste of my damn time.
Witnesses said they saw
LaDonna drive away after they heard shots.
Forensics found traces
of the victim's blood in her car.
H-Her prints are all over the gun.
I don't know why she's still playing.
Maybe she's not playing.
I asked around about her.
Look, I know what you said, but there's
a lot of folks out there
talking about she's innocent.
A lot of folks think Tupac's alive
and chilling in Cuba.
Something's not right about this, John.
- Malika…
- You know it's not right,
or you wouldn't spend
the night with this file.
- You need to talk to her.
- I need…
Oh, so you a cop now?
All right. You-you must have got
your badge while I was in Texas.
Oh, okay.
- The evidence says she did it.
- So that's why you're so angry?
Because your mother killed somebody?
I told you she's not my mother!
Look, I don't give a shit
what that woman did.
You don't?
Well, something pulled you
out of that chair just now,
and I know it's not
about me asking around.
I got work to do. Thanks for the coffee.
Don't. I got shit to do.
You have every right to be angry.
But how are you gonna feel
if your mother winds up in prison
on a bad rap because you were
too scared to talk to her?
Malika, please,
I need you out that door right now.
I'm not going anywhere.
- I said, "Leave."
- I said no.
Just because she left you easy
does not mean I will.
No matter how mad you get.
[romantic music playing]
- [car door closes]
- [engine starts]
[grunts]
Ouch.
[exhales]
[sighs]
Hey.
Hey.
Are we okay?
Yeah, of course.
I mean, I-I know we were both
pretty drunk last night.
You… uh…
But, I mean, you and me…
You and me were bound to happen.
We just, uh, got it out of our systems.
[laughs softly]
Uh, did we?
[laughs softly]
I'm gonna go get a coffee.
See you outside?
- [door opens]
- Yep.
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter in distance]
Thank you for coming to see me, John.
Look, I know
we got to talk about this case,
- but I want to tell you…
- Would you like an attorney present?
[laughs] With my son?
I'm here in the capacity
of a detective investigating a homicide.
But that don't change what you are to me.
Just tell me what happened.
I walked out on my child.
[somber music playing]
That's what happened.
I… I wasn't ready for you.
That's no excuse, but I wasn't.
If I could have understood
that somebody like me…
…could've made somebody like you…
[chuckles]
[crying] …I'd have made
a different choice.
I know it look like I only asked for you
'cause I'm in, in this situation.
But after these years
of me not being able to just…
force myself to pick up a phone…
John.
[grunts]
[softly] John.
I had to drag myself over broken glass…
…to give that detective your name.
Where were you the night of the murder?
- [band playing "Canción Mixteca"]
- [lively chatter]
[laughs]
You came!
¿Quieres algo de comer?
Okay.
[Paul] So, what's the latest
on that missing truck in Texas?
[Kathy over phone] Sir,
we have a situation.
The workers are in federal custody.
Plant managers have been advised
and assets are being redistributed.
We'll keep you up to date.
- You do that.
- [Donnie] Hey, Paul.
[coughs]
[grunts]
[conversing in Spanish]
[dark music playing]
[grunting]
[laughing]
I knew your mother.
We all did.
Would you like to come
sit with us for a while?
[both grunting]
[slices]
"Menudo" was playing in Mexico City.
One last show before they
went on tour for a year.
None of our parents would take us.
But Gabi had a plan.
Your mother…
was the smartest person in the village.
She was also the bravest.
And look at you now.
Showing up for your community…
Just like her.
[haunting music playing]
Excuse me.
[grunts]
[child laughing]
[phone vibrates]
[exhales]
[contemplative music playing]
[sniffles]
[phone vibrating]
- Hey.
- [Kayla over phone] I have an update.
Agent Larsen signed Esteban out.
Said he was taking him
to the DHS field office for questioning.
And the sheriffs let him?
[sighs] It gets worse.
[Smith] Motorist saw the vehicle
through the trees.
Thought they were stuck
and stopped to render aid.
Who authorized transport?
We haven't determined that yet.
How far are we from your field office?
[Smith] Agent Larsen took the long road,
if that's what you're asking.
Goddamn right that's what we're asking.
Your agent took our prisoner
and drove out in the middle of nowhere.
Has Larsen been in communication at all?
Not as such.
Where the hell is he?
[Smith] I'm getting to that.
[Kayla] Oh. [scoffs]
[camera shutter clicking]
Your dirty agent killed our suspect?
[Smith] Actually,
your suspect killed our agent.
[dark music playing]
We fucking had him.
[sighs]
[exhales]
- You almost done?
- Cálmate.
- Trying to keep you pretty.
- [laughs softly]
I should've gone with you.
- Damn straight you should have.
- I told her I could do it alone.
Instead you're gallivanting around México.
No, we weren't around México.
We were in Huisache.
Yeah, I found out.
It's the place you and my mother grew up.
She was your sister,
and you never talk about her.
All I have are scraps of memories.
You have all the information
and you're hoarding it.
Do you remember what it was like
when I talked about her?
If I said her name,
you would cry for days.
If I showed you a picture
or cooked a dish from home,
it was like I ripped open a wound.
I couldn't bear to see you like that.
I am not a child anymore.
And yet you keep going to the botanica.
Looking for comfort or absolution
- or no sé de qué…
- Stop.
That is some big talk for the one person
who never has any blood on her hands.
[doorbell rings]
I'll get it.
No, no, no. I'll go.
[ La Chica sings "Agua"]
Del cielo ♪
- [knocking on door]
- Cae agua
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Lávame la mente con agua fría…
Luz.
Pena de mi memoria…
I found you.
Eh-eh-eh-ah ♪
Eh-eh-
eh-ah ♪
- Eh-eh-eh-ah
- Llévame hacia el río
Llévame hacia el río ♪
Sácame ♪
Toda la ansiedad ♪
No me dejes sola, quiero más agua ♪
Y saca la pena de mi memoria ♪
Del cielo cae agua ♪
Del cielo
cae agua ♪
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Lluvia
poderosa ♪
Del cielo cae agua ♪
Del cielo
cae agua ♪
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Lluvia
poderosa ♪
Del cielo cae agua ♪
Del cielo
cae agua ♪
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Lluvia
poderosa ♪
Del cielo cae agua ♪
Del cielo
cae agua ♪
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Previously on Cross…
[Kayla] Finally got
a real name for Two-Fingers.
Lincoln Esteban.
What does it say about Esteban
that he created his own
personal female deity?
[speaking Spanish] I am the daughter
of Gabriela Alejandra Porras
And I'm here to avenge her death.
I'm trying to figure out why Nana
would lie about my mother being dead.
Maybe she thought it was better,
you not knowing.
- Did you know?
- Since-since we were kids.
Now, it's my absolute pleasure
to introduce you to Paul Hartsfield,
the former assistant deputy secretary
at the Department of Labor.
- Margaret. No, no!
- [gunshot]
Mastermind is looking to clean the slate,
- and I can't do this alone.
- [Roy] You're in Nebraska on this one.
- There is no cavalry.
- [Cross] What can I do?
- Let me be there for you.
- There is someone else who I think
can help with this.
What's got you so rattled
that you ready to release the kraken?
- Does it matter?
- Nope.
[Cross] The FBI lab's processing
the burned documents.
The scan showed
a list of dates and numbers.
[Kayla] These ten-digit numbers,
they have to be coordinates.
[Cross] Harlingen, Texas.
We got to get to Texas.
[ The California Honeydrops
play "Lead Me Home"]
Go on, baby.
Alex, this is John.
John, meet Alex.
[laughs]
[sighs]
[groans]
[grunts softly]
[exhales]
[phone vibrates]
[sighs]
I thought we was meeting at the airport.
We need to talk first.
No, you need to talk.
Nothing says I got to listen.
[sighs]
[bag unzips]
She-she came to see Nana Mama once.
When we were kids.
You met her?
No. No, I-I was on the stairs.
I heard her voice, but never saw her face.
Why was she at the house?
For money.
[Sampson exhales]
Nana wanted to adopt you, John.
The court said that LaDonna
had to give up her parental rights.
Didn't make sense
'cause she was unfit to be your mother,
but they wouldn't let anybody adopt you
unless she gave up her rights.
That's why you had to stay
in foster care all those years.
[stammers] Nana Mama never said
nothing about her adopting me.
Well, she didn't want to get
your hopes up, in case it didn't happen.
John, Nana offered LaDonna $5,000
to give up her rights.
That's more than we had.
Now, LaDonna, she took it,
then she didn't do shit.
It's been almost 30 years, Alex.
I know.
You never thought about
telling me nothing?
I'm sorry, man.
I am sorry. But Nana thought
you knowing how everything
went down would hurt you.
I-I thought she was right.
You didn't think I could take it?
Shit, I could barely take it.
And the longer I didn't tell you,
the harder it got.
But, hey, would-would you
have told me, John?
Even if you knew it would break me?
I would.
Because I'd be right there to pick up
the pieces and put you back together.
[somber music playing]
But fuck it. Let's go to Texas.
[ Danielle Ponder sings
"Some of Us Are Brave"]
If the sky were to fall ♪
I'd be the first to call ♪
Some of us, some of us are brave ♪
Peace and love
to the ones who give praise ♪
Take a bow as the light hits the face ♪
See me now ♪
I'm loud and proud ♪
And to those who fear
leads them to hate ♪
oh, what a pity
to be locked in that place ♪
I know you see me, though ♪
Some of us, some of us are brave ♪
[upbeat country music playing]
[Kayla] It's been six hours.
Maybe blowing up Esteban's hideout
spooked him, so he decided to abort.
He'll show.
He wrote everything in code.
There's no reason for him
to believe we cracked it.
- [Kayla] Yeah.
- Yeah.
[Kayla] Another text to Elle?
Is that a thing again?
- [phone whooshes]
- Uh…
I thought it was for a second.
I was wrong.
She's at your house, right?
She's watching your kids.
It's a temporary situation.
[laughs]
Uh-uh.
I'm trying to keep a straight face.
I'm sorry.
Don't… Stop.
- What? Say it. Nah.
- I'm sorry.
You're the one who was
making fun of my dating life for years.
Well, if the avoidant
personality disorder fits…
Oh, come on. If I was a man,
no one would say shit
about me putting my career first.
Oh, you can't have both?
- Work and love?
- Yeah.
Uh-huh, until the next guy
stumbles up on, you know,
a stack of crime scene photos or,
oh, I don't know, throws a hissy fit
'cause I'm not texting him back
fast enough when I'm on a stakeout.
There are people who understand.
Yeah, there was one.
- Oh.
- And you married her.
[chuckles]
I did.
Yeah.
[chuckles] You know,
I would've made a move on that.
I just like dick too much.
- Wow.
- [laughs]
You are a terrible person. Just…
I know, I know.
- [Cross chuckles]
- [phone vibrates]
Shit.
[strains] Okay.
- Nature calls.
- Hmm.
That nature or dick?
- [chuckles]
- Don't run.
[laughs]
Yo, Two John, you still awake over there?
[Sampson] Yeah, I just found out
that Sheriff Teddy grew up in Arkansas.
He's over here trying
to tell me that Nolan Richardson
ranks as a better college coach
than John Thompson.
I'm sorry. What?
What? Yo, Ewing,
Iverson, Mourning, Mutombo.
Coach Thompson all day.
You gotta come stronger than that, fam.
You ever heard the term
"40 minutes of hell"?
- Oh, there he go.
- Case closed.
Hey, man, they had a run.
Georgetown had a dynasty, a'ight?
Case closed.
Hey, yo, John,
you check in with DHS?
Larsen's posted up behind the mini-mart.
Hasn't seen anything.
[Larsen] Teddy, I'm thinking
this day is a bust.
What say we call it?
[Sampson] What's Larsen's problem?
DHS, always looking to punch out early.
FBI's dime, FBI's call.
[Bobby moaning]
Madeline, you got hands
like Mary from the Bible.
- [phone vibrating]
- Treatment like this
definitely makes a brother
want to raise the dead.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
I'm here.
Did you find Ibrahim?
I know you're feeling some pressure,
but you's gonna want
to have to mind your tone.
Good afternoon, Bobby Trey.
I hope you're having a wonderful day.
Now could you please
answer the fucking question:
did you find Ibrahim?
I'm close.
- How close are… Huh? Oh.
- [line disconnects]
Fucking asshole.
- [woman] They're all assholes, honey.
- [toilet flushes]
[quiet, sinister music playing]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
Y'all seeing this?
The guy that just hopped
into the produce truck
isn't the original driver.
[Larsen] Drivers switch out
on long hauls all the time.
Without talking to each other?
Something's off.
I'll see your "something's off"
and raise you a "possible suspect."
Orange hoodie, camouflage pants,
southwest corner of the lot.
Does that look like Esteban?
Yeah, that's him.
What's he holding?
- [Larsen] I got him.
- All right, stand-stand down.
Don't want to spook him.
I'm headed his way.
[dramatic music playing]
[camera shutter clicking]
DHS! Drop your weapon!
Don't shoot, don't shoot! Hold your fire!
Stand down, Larsen!
It's a camera! It's just a camera!
Stand down!
What does that look like to you?
- Looked like a fucking Glock!
- It's a camera! A fucking camera!
- Larsen, get your shit together!
- Let me go, man, I need to help them!
- Help who?
- Them!
[gunshot]
[Cross] Go, go, go!
[grunts]
[Cross over radio] Who the hell
is shooting at us?
[coyote] Someone's messing
with the truck!
- [coyote 2] Get 'em away from the cargo!
- [engine starts]
- John, you see anything?
- No. Not yet.
But we'll be there in a minute.
Hang tight.
[tires squeal]
Yeah. Yeah, we gonna be a minute.
- [children screaming]
- Who's in the truck?
[Lincoln] There's kids in there.
[gunfire]
Let's-let's go, get 'em out of here!
[Sampson] Let's go!
- [grunts]
- [coyote] Come on.
Move it, move it. Let's go.
Stay still, don't move.
Head down. Don't move, don't move.
Come on, get up. We have to go.
- [Lincoln] Oh, shit!
- [gunshot]
Alex, you good?
- There's people on the truck.
- [Lincoln] You have to help them!
Tienes que proteger a los ninos.
Two John, what's your situation?
[Sampson] Pulling up quick,
heading your way.
We got to get to the produce truck.
There's kids in there.
[thrilling music playing]
[Teddy] All units in the vicinity
of Buck's Feed & Seed at mile marker 52,
officer requires immediate backup,
westbound.
Requesting air and emergency
medical support.
If fired upon,
do not return fire. I repeat,
do not return fire.
Truck is carrying human cargo.
[siren wailing]
[tires screeching]
Oh, shit.
[children screaming]
[tires screeching]
- [siren stops]
- [children screaming]
[overlapping chatter]
- You okay?
- [Sampson] Is everybody okay? You okay?
[overlapping chatter]
There you go, good, there you go.
Shooter! Gun!
Whoa, whoa,
- whoa, whoa, whoa!
- [coyote] He'll die with me today
- if you don't let me go!
- [Sampson] No problem.
You can have anything you want.
Just give me the boy.
[tense music playing]
John, you good?
Yes, sir. I'm good.
Everybody's good.
Everybody's gonna live today.
I want a car. And some money!
Okay. We can make that happen.
All right, we're gonna talk this through.
I-I just need your name first.
I'm Alex.
- What's yours?
- [Berto screams]
[whimpering]
[Sampson] Come on.
Hey, hey. Come on.
- What the hell?!
- Come on.
Come on.
[Kayla] What did you do? We had this.
[somber music playing]
[upbeat Latin music playing]
[vocalists singing in Spanish]
Guess this isn't much of a tourist town.
That's good.
Makes it easier to find people.
Señora.
[speaking Spanish] We're looking for a man
named Francisco Herrera.
Do you know him?
No. I don't know any Francisco.
[Donnie] We should be
going after Paul Hartsfield
right now,
not off on some side quest in Mexico.
Hartsfield runs in Morgan Park
every day between 5:12 and 6:02.
When we're ready to take him out,
he'll be easy to find.
Señor.
One, please.
- No, uno.
- Ah.
- [chuckling] Uno.
- [chuckles]
I'm looking for a man
named Francisco Herrera.
Do you know him?
I'm sorry, Miss. But…
I can't help you.
We can pay for information.
- Mira. Pagamos.
- No. Would you put that away?
We don't even know
if this Frankie guy's alive,
let alone remember the names
of the kids who died.
He lived with them, okay?
He's gonna remember their names.
Señora, una pregunta, por favor.
You already asked her.
Also asked the butcher, the baker,
the kid that sells fireworks
on the corner.
Either Frankie ain't here or…
and I sympathize with this entirely…
he doesn't want to see us.
[grunts]
[sighs] That guy's been off the grid
almost 20 years.
- You done your best.
- It's not enough.
Those kids' families
are out there somewhere,
probably not even knowing
what happened to them.
So if we're not gonna find them,
who the fuck will?
[knocking on door]
[mysterious music playing]
[door opens]
- [Tomas] Buenas.
- Entra.
For you, miss.
Gracias.
[door closes]
Think we found Frankie.
[Luz exhales]
All right.
[dogs barking in distance]
[distant creaking]
[rifle racks]
Hands where I can see them.
[Rebecca] Francisco?
¿Quién los mandó?
Who sent you?
Doctor Gabi.
You have her eyes.
[gentle music playing]
Your mother saved my life.
Y-Your mama what now?
I want to finish what she started.
I can't make things right, but…
Maybe I can make them better.
Give something back to the families
whose children were killed
by the monsters at Crestbrook.
Do you know their names?
Where they came from?
Here.
We all came from here.
- [Sampson] So what happens to 'em now?
- [Aveda] Average stay at the Office
of Refugee Resettlement is 152 days.
- There you are.
- What about him?
As a material witness,
he'll be held by the U.S. Marshals
until he's able to testify.
[scoffs] Shit.
He went through the worst of it, and he's
the one going to a detention center?
They want you next, Teddy.
Real shit show out here.
It's your shit show.
- Excuse me?
- You heard me.
You hold your fire back at the truck stop,
ain't no chase,
there's no shoot-out, nobody dead.
- Hey, I did my job.
- [Kayla] Yeah,
I guarantee DHS use-of-force policies
don't include shooting a man in the head
- as he's holding a minor hostage.
- [scoffs]
I saved that kid's life.
You endangered his life.
And killed a suspect who could've
given us valuable information.
Information I'd think you'd want.
Fuck is that supposed to mean?
You know what it means.
Ah, you know what? What I want to know
is how a homeless guy from Chicago
knows more about a truck full of smuggled
children in your own backyard than you do.
How? Explain that.
[tense music playing]
All right. Come on.
I'm good.
Yeah. You getting
what you came for, Madeline?
I… Yeah.
- I need to hear the magic words, Madeline.
- Ooh! [chuckles]
[grunts]
Bobby Trey is my church,
- and I am his motherfucking deacon.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Come on now. Come on now. Come on now.
- [squeals] Bobby Trey is my church,
- and I am his motherfucking deacon!
- [grunting]
[somber music playing]
I know it can't bring your daughter back,
but I hope it will ease the pain a little.
Gracias.
[Frankie] Rebecca.
This is Lupe and
her granddaughter, Adriana.
Thank you for coming.
When we were kids
working at the factory…
Lupe's son, Hernan
is the one who left the line
to bring me to the clinic
after the accident.
Can I ask what happened?
I was sick that day.
Slow on the line.
The boss, Lalo, he got angry.
He pushed me…
I landed in the machinery
used to cut meat, bone.
Your mother sewed me back together.
And hid me away…
But the rest of my friends and Hernan…
They were killed so they wouldn't tell.
We brought a photo of Hernan.
What these people have done…
they don't just rob
parents of their children,
they rob children of their heritage,
communities of their future.
That's why it means so much
that you've come back
to your mother's home.
My mother… came from here?
You didn't know?
That means you're family!
You can come to my Quinceañera!
Uh… I'm sorry. I can't.
I have work to do at home.
[door opens]
- [footsteps approaching]
- [Kayla grunts]
You have got to be kidding.
[Kayla] Agent Larsen, who approved this?
Your boss.
No hard feelings, though.
Who wants to play good cop?
[sighs]
[clears throat]
I'm Detective Alex Cross.
This is Agent Kayla Craig.
How you doing, Lincoln?
I have a right to counsel
in my own language.
[Larsen] Would you believe
I'm a certified translator?
[speaking Spanish]
Strap in, asshole.
I speak Náhuatl.
Your ignorance is expected, Federale.
Okay. It's okay. It's coming.
In the meantime, while we wait,
want to tell us why you're here?
I'm here for justice.
What are you here for?
What's the connection between
Richard Helvig and Lance Durand?
[ominous music playing]
They both deserve to die.
Sounds like a confession to me.
How did you know there would be children
in the back of that truck?
They trained you well, didn't they?
A slave to the law.
If you were interested in what's right,
you'd be helping me,
- not standing in my way.
- [Larsen] Helping you what?
Take pictures of illegal kids?
Those undocumented children
are victims of your depravity.
Separated from their families,
ferried from factory to factory
like animals,
working in dangerous conditions.
They feed this country,
but who feeds them?
Not you. Not any of you.
[Cross] Helvig was missing three fingers.
Is that what this is, Lincoln?
Eye for an eye, a finger for a finger?
[Lincoln] Machines eat the fingers
of children and spit out the food you eat.
Heladio Molina Zavalas.
Irma Galindo Barrios. Still missing.
You want to disappear me, silence me.
But it doesn't matter
because I'm more than ready to die.
[Cross] Why?
Why are you ready to die, Lincoln?
I don't matter.
Not anymore.
The light will avenge us all.
Light, the light. La luz.
- What is the light, Lincoln?
- [Kayla] What does it say
about Esteban that he created
his own personal female deity?
[Cross] Women are the first protectors,
givers of life.
[Kayla] His fingers are a sacrifice,
loyalty to his goddess.
[Cross] "La luz" means "the light."
The goddess of light.
Just stay on your own side of the wall.
[Cross] Hey, hey.
You need to leave.
Damn East Coast bullshit.
Don't want to enforce the law…
you don't deserve to wear the badge.
[Cross] You want to try
and take it from me?
That's what I thought.
- [scoffs]
- [laughing]
[door opens]
Lincoln?
- [door closes]
- [laughs softly]
Who's the light?
Fuck you, Federale.
Bring me a lawyer who speaks my language.
[dramatic music playing]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Rebecca] Not one of those families
got their child's body back.
You think Crestbrook has
a burial ground somewhere?
What?
What, we're really
not gonna talk about it?
[sighs] Ay.
Come have a drink
and tell me about your mom.
Okay. You win.
My mother,
she talked about growing up in Mexico.
She told me the story of Xochitl, and…
she said one day, when I was older,
she would teach me
how to make arroz con pollo.
By the time I was older, she was gone.
- [gentle music playing]
- [speaking indistinctly]
[Rebecca] We would walk
in the fields together.
The sound of her voice caressed me
like leaves of corn.
She would tell me stories
about Xochitl and her courage.
I always wondered
if I could be that brave.
If I would sacrifice myself
for my people the way she did.
If I had grown up somewhere like here,
surrounded by her people,
her community,
I could have kept some part of her alive.
That's what we're doing. We're helping
the people that she came from.
We're punishing the guilty,
the high and the low.
This could have been my home,
and instead I'm a stranger here.
Because those monsters
stole your culture, your history.
Just like they stole it
from those little kids.
But the difference is, you're still alive
and you have a chance
to get some of it back.
- What are you saying?
- I'm saying go to the quinceanera.
I got Paul.
Do you have any idea how rare it is
to be offered a piece of your soul back?
Take it.
[ Johnny Adams sings
"You Can Depend on Me"]
[Trevor] I have been into, uh,
community development since Little League,
when I saw the baseball diamond
on the white side of town
and realized we could do more.
I own my own home, I got a 401(k),
a kickball rec league.
What I don't have is my Michelle Obama.
That is a tall order, sir.
Yeah, I thought so, too, until I met you.
Look…
…I know we only been
going out for a minute…
- …but I think this could be something.
- [phone vibrates]
Sorry, just the school.
I need to sign
a permission slip for Jannie.
Jannie? Your ex's daughter?
Yeah, I got real close with the kids
when Alex and I were together.
- Oh.
- And I won't
drop out of their lives
just because we broke up.
I'm only staying there
until Alex gets back from Texas.
You're staying at his house?
It's easier.
For the kids.
Huh.
Don't you know ♪
you can always ♪
depend on me ♪
[knocking on door]
Sup?
- You headed out?
- Yeah.
Vega called. I got to get back to DC.
LaDonna's grand jury
convenes in less than a week.
So, if there's something out there
that's gonna clear her,
it's got to come out now.
You okay?
[sighs]
[exhales] I've been better.
Those kids.
Yeah.
[somber music playing]
Sugar, I'm-a need a favor.
It's a big one.
[indistinct chatter]
[children crying in distance]
[interpreter] Berto?
Este señor quiere hablar contigo.
[Cross] Hi, Berto.
I'm Alex Cross.
My friend John asked me
to come and check in on you.
Hola, Berto. Mi nombre es Alex Cross.
Mi amigo John me pidió
que viniera a ver cómo estabas.
Te vi. Con la policía.
[interpreter] I saw you with the police.
Yes, I-I am a police detective. Yes.
But more importantly, I'm a father.
Soy detective de la policía.
Pero más importante, soy papá.
[Cross] You see…
[sighs]
See, this is my son.
His name is Damon. He loves video games.
I mean, lo… he-he loves them
a little bit too much.
- [chuckles]
- Es mi hijo Damon.
Le gusta demasiado los videojuegos.
And-and this is my daughter Jannie.
Now, she's about your age.
She is the smartest person
I have ever met.
It's almost a little bit scary.
Es mi hija Jannie.
Tiene más o menos tu edad.
Es la persona más inteligente
que he conocido.
Ambos parecen agradables.
[interpreter] They both look very nice.
Oh, y…
Uh, uh, gracias.
Gracias.
So, I love my children
more than anything on this Earth.
And if, God forbid, they were ever stuck
in a foreign country all alone,
I-I wouldn't want 'em
to be locked in a place like this.
I'd want somebody to look out for them.
Amo a mis hijos más que a nada
en el mundo.
Y si, Dios no lo quiera,
estuvieran solos en un país extranjero…
no los querría encerrados
en un lugar como éste.
Querría que alguien cuidara de ellos.
So, Berto,
if I can get approved,
would you like to come and stay with me
and my family for a while?
Si me lo aprueban,
¿Te gustaría venir a quedarte conmigo
y mi familia por un tiempo?
[hopeful music playing]
[chuckles] Yeah? All r…
Um, uh, how-how do you, um,
how do you say, "I'm so happy"?
"Estoy muy feliz."
Es… what she said.
All right.
[chuckles]
[Jannie over phone] Principal Brock
asked me to go last for the debate.
- For real?
- For real, for real.
Elle said that must mean
they think I'm the best.
I-I bet she's right.
So, what'd you do today?
[Roy over phone] Great work, Agent Craig.
- We get a confession?
- Not yet,
but we'll have another run
at him tomorrow.
I'm telling you, keep this up,
and the sky's the limit for you.
We're talking S.A.C. territory,
you hear me?
From your lips.
But not if this other thing
catches up to you.
I know, I'm, uh, I'm… I'm working on it.
[ Brad plays "Bad for the Soul"]
[Bobby vocalizing]
Who the fuck are you?
[tense music playing]
A guest in your mama house, Ibrahim.
Is that how you talk to her friends?
Mm. She doesn't have friends like you.
You know, someone more sensitive than me
could take that the wrong way, son.
- Mom?
- Hey.
I'm gonna have to ask you
to keep your voice down.
'Cause that kind of sleep,
it don't come easy.
Now listen, we's having
breakfast for dinner.
Hmm? You want eggs?
I don't want eggs.
I want you out of my house.
So, this your house now?
You pay the mortgage?
[cap clatters]
I didn't think so.
[exhales]
You work in data management
for Greenvault Storage,
pulling $100K a year, and you still
living in your mama house.
We need to discuss your future, Ibrahim,
'cause I's got some plans for you.
But first, I need you
to tell me where I can find…
…these files.
Oh… I can't.
These belong to dangerous people, okay?
They'll kill me.
I get you. You don't want
to piss people off.
But man-to-man?
It's better to be pissed off
than pissed on.
So I'll make it
a trouble-free decision for you.
Put me onto them files and I'm gone.
You don't, you dead.
You understand?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now take your ass on upstairs,
wash up, boy.
Go. Let's go. Hurry up now. Hurry.
Old light-skin-ass nigga.
[ Jake Worthington sings
"Night Time Is My Time"]
[lively chattering]
I hear the honky-tonk alarm
about 5:00 p.m. ♪
And I put a splash of coffee
in my mug of gin ♪
There's a good time
waiting on me uptown…
- Hey.
- [Cross] You wearing a dress? Wow!
- Oh, God.
- What?
[laughing] Oh, God. No, no, no, no, no.
I should've known.
I stress-shop, all right?
- Really? That's what this is?
- Sue me. Yes.
You must've been real stressed.
Yeah, it was a fucking hell
of a day, okay?
- It was. Well…
- Yeah.
It's good to see you.
- Good to be seen.
- Mm-hmm.
- Mmm. Ooh. Yeah.
- [laughs]
- Yeah.
- It's nice.
I'm gonna need
about four more of these, though.
You game?
I mean, if that's all you can handle, I…
- Don't tempt me, Alex Cross.
- Let's go.
Uh, yeah. Two more. Thank you.
All right.
- Is there any news about your thing?
- [waitress] Here you go.
The, uh…
…the Uncle Sam Special?
I'm trying not to think about that
right now.
Got you.
- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.
Have you heard from Elle?
I'm not trying to think
about that, either. Yeah.
I'm learning to accept the new normal.
[chuckles] Cheers.
You know what?
From this moment, we're gonna be drinking,
we're gonna be partying,
and we're not gonna be thinking
about all the fucking bullshit
that's outside that door.
- I'm with it.
- Sweet.
- Yeah.
- All right.
[claps] Time to dance, Detective.
Ma'am, do I look country to you?
Beyoncé can do it, you can do it.
- Bring up Beyoncé?
- Come on, get out the chair.
- How many of me do you see?
- All right, boys
- Come on.
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- This is her favorite song
You know that, right? ♪
I ain't even… I didn't come for this.
- [Kayla laughs]
- I ain't even got my shoes.
[ Trace Adkins sings
"Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"]
Oh, she put her beer down ♪
Here she comes, here she comes ♪
Left, left ♪
Left, right, left ♪
Whoo ♪
Hustlers shooting eight ball ♪
throwing darts at the wall ♪
feeling damn near ten feet tall ♪
Here she comes, Lord, help us all ♪
Old T.W.'s girlfriend done
slapped him out his chair ♪
Poor old boy, it ain't his fault,
it's so hard not to stare ♪
at that honky-tonk badonkadonk ♪
Keeping perfect rhythm,
make you want to swing along ♪
Got it going on ♪
like Donkey Kong ♪
And ooh-whee, shut my mouth ♪
Slap your grandma ♪
- There ought to be a law
- [laughs]
Get the sheriff on the phone ♪
Lord have mercy,
how'd she even get them britches on? ♪
That honky-tonk badonkadonk ♪
Keeping perfect rhythm,
make you want to swing along ♪
-[ Toby Keith sings "Should've Been a
Cowboy"] -[both] I should've been a cowboy
I should've learned to rope and ride ♪
Riding my pony ♪
- on a cattle drive…
- [Cross] Westside
- [Kayla laughs]
- You are killing it.
- Get it!
- [laughs]
Pour me another drink.
- I want another drink.
- Okay.
[ Timbo plays "Do You Wrong"]
[Kayla humming]
What are we getting?
Man…
What?
Thanks for having my back today. Yeah.
Yeah. Of course.
I mean, you and I have known
each other for…
We've known each other for a long time.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Could we work
on those dance moves, please?
[chuckles]
- [Cross mumbles indistinctly]
- It won't be long
till I'm gonna do you wrong ♪
[ Lee Brice sings "Rumor"]
Oh. [chuckles]
[laughing]
Girl, you know I've known you forever ♪
How many nights we hung out together? ♪
Same little crowd, little bar,
little town ♪
Round this old dance floor ♪
My boys are laughing ♪
and tap me on the shoulder ♪
Making a motion like
"Could y'all get any closer?" ♪
They want to know what's up,
why I'm still holding you ♪
even when the song is over ♪
There's a rumor going round ♪
about me and you ♪
Stirring up our little town ♪
the last week or two ♪
So tell me why we even
trying to deny this feeling ♪
I feel it, don't you feel it, too? ♪
There's a rumor going round
and round and round ♪
What you say we make it true? ♪
We make it true ♪
Well, I can shut 'em down,
tell 'em all they're crazy ♪
I can do whatever
you want me to do, baby ♪
Okay.
Or you could lay one on me right now ♪
We could really give 'em
something to talk about ♪
Thank you.
This is me.
- [door beeps]
- Night, partner.
Good night.
[ Tami Neilson sings "You Were Mine"]
Take my heart ♪
It used to be so supple and sweet ♪
and now it's withered on the vine ♪
- [door closes]
- There's before
And then there's after ♪
you were mine ♪
Take my faith ♪
so strong and full of fire ♪
Now it's bruised,
broken down and blind ♪
There's before ♪
And then there's after ♪
You were mine ♪
Oh, yeah, yeah ♪
- Oh
- [Kayla gasps]
You were mine, you were mine,
you were mine, yeah ♪
[door opens]
Extra shot, extra sugar.
Which you can give me, too.
After a shower.
- [chuckles]
- You're smelling…
Manly?
Sure.
You find anything?
Nah.
It's a waste of my damn time.
Witnesses said they saw
LaDonna drive away after they heard shots.
Forensics found traces
of the victim's blood in her car.
H-Her prints are all over the gun.
I don't know why she's still playing.
Maybe she's not playing.
I asked around about her.
Look, I know what you said, but there's
a lot of folks out there
talking about she's innocent.
A lot of folks think Tupac's alive
and chilling in Cuba.
Something's not right about this, John.
- Malika…
- You know it's not right,
or you wouldn't spend
the night with this file.
- You need to talk to her.
- I need…
Oh, so you a cop now?
All right. You-you must have got
your badge while I was in Texas.
Oh, okay.
- The evidence says she did it.
- So that's why you're so angry?
Because your mother killed somebody?
I told you she's not my mother!
Look, I don't give a shit
what that woman did.
You don't?
Well, something pulled you
out of that chair just now,
and I know it's not
about me asking around.
I got work to do. Thanks for the coffee.
Don't. I got shit to do.
You have every right to be angry.
But how are you gonna feel
if your mother winds up in prison
on a bad rap because you were
too scared to talk to her?
Malika, please,
I need you out that door right now.
I'm not going anywhere.
- I said, "Leave."
- I said no.
Just because she left you easy
does not mean I will.
No matter how mad you get.
[romantic music playing]
- [car door closes]
- [engine starts]
[grunts]
Ouch.
[exhales]
[sighs]
Hey.
Hey.
Are we okay?
Yeah, of course.
I mean, I-I know we were both
pretty drunk last night.
You… uh…
But, I mean, you and me…
You and me were bound to happen.
We just, uh, got it out of our systems.
[laughs softly]
Uh, did we?
[laughs softly]
I'm gonna go get a coffee.
See you outside?
- [door opens]
- Yep.
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter in distance]
Thank you for coming to see me, John.
Look, I know
we got to talk about this case,
- but I want to tell you…
- Would you like an attorney present?
[laughs] With my son?
I'm here in the capacity
of a detective investigating a homicide.
But that don't change what you are to me.
Just tell me what happened.
I walked out on my child.
[somber music playing]
That's what happened.
I… I wasn't ready for you.
That's no excuse, but I wasn't.
If I could have understood
that somebody like me…
…could've made somebody like you…
[chuckles]
[crying] …I'd have made
a different choice.
I know it look like I only asked for you
'cause I'm in, in this situation.
But after these years
of me not being able to just…
force myself to pick up a phone…
John.
[grunts]
[softly] John.
I had to drag myself over broken glass…
…to give that detective your name.
Where were you the night of the murder?
- [band playing "Canción Mixteca"]
- [lively chatter]
[laughs]
You came!
¿Quieres algo de comer?
Okay.
[Paul] So, what's the latest
on that missing truck in Texas?
[Kathy over phone] Sir,
we have a situation.
The workers are in federal custody.
Plant managers have been advised
and assets are being redistributed.
We'll keep you up to date.
- You do that.
- [Donnie] Hey, Paul.
[coughs]
[grunts]
[conversing in Spanish]
[dark music playing]
[grunting]
[laughing]
I knew your mother.
We all did.
Would you like to come
sit with us for a while?
[both grunting]
[slices]
"Menudo" was playing in Mexico City.
One last show before they
went on tour for a year.
None of our parents would take us.
But Gabi had a plan.
Your mother…
was the smartest person in the village.
She was also the bravest.
And look at you now.
Showing up for your community…
Just like her.
[haunting music playing]
Excuse me.
[grunts]
[child laughing]
[phone vibrates]
[exhales]
[contemplative music playing]
[sniffles]
[phone vibrating]
- Hey.
- [Kayla over phone] I have an update.
Agent Larsen signed Esteban out.
Said he was taking him
to the DHS field office for questioning.
And the sheriffs let him?
[sighs] It gets worse.
[Smith] Motorist saw the vehicle
through the trees.
Thought they were stuck
and stopped to render aid.
Who authorized transport?
We haven't determined that yet.
How far are we from your field office?
[Smith] Agent Larsen took the long road,
if that's what you're asking.
Goddamn right that's what we're asking.
Your agent took our prisoner
and drove out in the middle of nowhere.
Has Larsen been in communication at all?
Not as such.
Where the hell is he?
[Smith] I'm getting to that.
[Kayla] Oh. [scoffs]
[camera shutter clicking]
Your dirty agent killed our suspect?
[Smith] Actually,
your suspect killed our agent.
[dark music playing]
We fucking had him.
[sighs]
[exhales]
- You almost done?
- Cálmate.
- Trying to keep you pretty.
- [laughs softly]
I should've gone with you.
- Damn straight you should have.
- I told her I could do it alone.
Instead you're gallivanting around México.
No, we weren't around México.
We were in Huisache.
Yeah, I found out.
It's the place you and my mother grew up.
She was your sister,
and you never talk about her.
All I have are scraps of memories.
You have all the information
and you're hoarding it.
Do you remember what it was like
when I talked about her?
If I said her name,
you would cry for days.
If I showed you a picture
or cooked a dish from home,
it was like I ripped open a wound.
I couldn't bear to see you like that.
I am not a child anymore.
And yet you keep going to the botanica.
Looking for comfort or absolution
- or no sé de qué…
- Stop.
That is some big talk for the one person
who never has any blood on her hands.
[doorbell rings]
I'll get it.
No, no, no. I'll go.
[ La Chica sings "Agua"]
Del cielo ♪
- [knocking on door]
- Cae agua
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Lávame la mente con agua fría…
Luz.
Pena de mi memoria…
I found you.
Eh-eh-eh-ah ♪
Eh-eh-
eh-ah ♪
- Eh-eh-eh-ah
- Llévame hacia el río
Llévame hacia el río ♪
Sácame ♪
Toda la ansiedad ♪
No me dejes sola, quiero más agua ♪
Y saca la pena de mi memoria ♪
Del cielo cae agua ♪
Del cielo
cae agua ♪
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Lluvia
poderosa ♪
Del cielo cae agua ♪
Del cielo
cae agua ♪
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Lluvia
poderosa ♪
Del cielo cae agua ♪
Del cielo
cae agua ♪
Lluvia poderosa ♪
Lluvia
poderosa ♪
Del cielo cae agua ♪
Del cielo
cae agua ♪
Lluvia poderosa ♪