The Glades s02e01 Episode Script
Family Matters
Llame Eduardo.
Rápido! Are you sure you know how to change this? 'Cause I've seen what you do to a car.
Yes, very sure.
The year before the Academy, I spent an entire summer as a plumber's assistant.
Oh, wow.
So, you're an expert.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
And the thing you need to know to become a successful plumber is that time is money.
Okay, well, that one didn't really stick, since, you know, it's 3 1/2 hours later.
Hey, we needed to get the right part, right? - Right.
- Right.
And that pitcher of beer and the two baskets of fried clams.
I'm just trying to make the most of whatever time we've got.
Mm Which might have all just come to a screeching halt.
That is D.
O.
C.
Department of Corrections? Must be here ahead of Ray's release.
They didn't notify you? Yeah, they called last week, but they didn't tell me a specific day.
Yeah, they don't do that.
Why? What, to try and catch me doing something wrong? I'm not the criminal.
She doesn't know that.
Ray must have listed your house as his primary residence.
She's here to make sure it's real.
- Mrs.
Cargill? - Yeah.
Sonja Stevens, your husband's parole officer.
I'm here to ensure your house is compliant for his release.
Uh, my house? - Everything all right? - Yeah.
Law enforcement? Uh, no.
He's, uh, helping me with my plumbing.
No, uh, my plumbing.
He's just a friend.
It's not what it looks like.
Never is.
Here you go.
Female, 25, shot twice in the back of the head.
No gray matter or spatter.
Probably shot elsewhere and dumped here.
Based on lividity, I'm putting time of death at 2:00 a.
m.
Cinderella's missing a shoe.
She must have lost it on the way home from the ball.
Yeah, she wasn't running from a prince.
I'm guessing a pro did this.
As in a hit? Based on what? Based on that crowd of scared-shitless people.
Worked enough mob hits in Chicago to know when the natives are extra restless.
Anyone brave enough to come forward with an I.
D.
? What the hell's the matter with you people? - Cover her up.
Show some respect.
- I'm sorry, you are? Rafael Dominguez.
I work for the owner of the café.
Okay.
So, maybe you can tell us who she is.
Her name was Olivia.
Eduardo Garcia.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and say Sorry for your loss? - Girlfriend, maybe? - Hey, I said show some respect.
Really? She wasn't my girlfriend.
Okay.
She was my niece.
Olivia was my brother's only child.
We lost my brother and her mother died of cancer when she was 2.
I'm sorry, you lost your brother? He's presumed dead.
Went missing.
Losing both parents -- that's tough.
Olivia was a fighter.
She graduated Columbia Law, and she's clerking for a judge in Manhattan.
You're obviously very proud of her.
She's like my own daughter.
When's the last time you spoke to her? Friday.
Friday morning.
She was -- she was at work.
Well, obviously not.
She come here to Florida often without you knowing about it? Hey, why are we wasting time? We all know who did this.
Yeah, about that, actually -- any names you want to give me? You know, so I can go bug them instead of you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Right.
Still gonna go with that one, huh? But I know a little about how this works, Eduardo.
Actually, I know a lot.
And I can see how hard this is hitting you.
You'd be really smart to let me handle this.
You know, instead of one of those other ways we're not talking about.
You'll have my full cooperation.
Yeah, probably not, actually.
But a little would be great.
We get anything? Oh, name, rank, serial number.
Oh, and Eduardo's promise for full cooperation.
Great.
Well, we know how that goes.
Oh, it's clearly family business -- you know, Saldivar.
Saldivar? Eduardo Garcia's rival boss.
Carlos, get him up to speed on the two families.
Me? Because I'm the only in-house Cubano, I know about the Cuban mob? Don't you? That's not my point.
I, uh, got a body to process.
Yeah, and I've got Eduardo Garcia's niece dumped in an alley behind the family headquarters.
Someone's sending a message.
The faster we learn what that is, the faster we keep Calle Ocho from becoming a war zone.
Alvaro Saldivar -- patriarch of the Saldivar crime family.
Makes Tony Soprano look like Gandhi.
Sworn enemy of Miguel Garcia.
Eduardo's older brother that started the family business.
The widely held theory is that Saldivar killed Miguel on the way to a summit in Ybor City 10 years ago.
But because Miguel's body was never found, Saldivar was never prosecuted for the crime.
Eduardo took over, started a war with the Saldivars to avenge his brother's death.
Ironically, both sides did well, consolidating their strengths -- coke for the Garcias, gambling for the Saldivars.
Five years ago, they declared a truce.
Despite the peace, there's been bad blood between them ever since the Mariel boatlift in 1980.
Oh, when Castro emptied out the jails and put Cuba's criminals here on Florida's sunny shores.
Somebody's seen "Scarface.
" Yeah, on cable.
Doesn't hold up.
It's a stereotype.
Of the 125,000 Cubans who came to Florida, only 800 were criminals.
Most were honest, including my dad, who decided he'd rather drive a cab here than practice medicine in Havana.
Wait, you're a Marielito? I just said that before to piss you off.
Yeah, well, it worked.
I was 8.
We came here with everything we owned on our backs.
This is my home now.
But some still yearn to go home to Havana.
Home is where the heart is, huh? Question is Why did Olivia come home without telling her Uncle? Credit card says she stayed here one weekend a month for the past year.
Long way from Calle Ocho.
Okay, obviously, Olivia didn't want her Uncle Eduardo to know what she was doing down here.
Or who she was doing it with.
Whoa! Put that -- Ballard? Are you out of your mind? That's a hell of a good way to get your ass shot.
- Right back at you, Colleen.
- Oh.
So you two know each other? What the hell are you doing here, Tim? Mob daughter got whacked -- as in, my crime scene.
Your crime scene? Yeah, not from what I'm seeing.
Tim Ballard, FDLE organized crime unit.
Jim Longworth.
Yeah, and as far as crime scenes go, it's not really much of one.
Romantic dinner for two, uneaten.
Empty bottle of champagne, dirty glass.
She was obviously meeting someone here.
But, unless our Columbia Law school grad had turned to hooking, my guess is it wasn't for business.
The niece of Eduardo Garcia gets assassinated and dumped behind his restaurant.
You don't think it's mob-related? Oh, I don't think we can rule it out, but you know what? If and when we do find that they're related, I'll be sure to loop you in.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
Are you serious? As a heart attack.
And I'll take any and all files you have on Olivia Garcia.
Olivia was a civilian.
I got no files on her.
All right, all right.
Mm-hmm.
I'll send them over.
- But if I were you - You aren't.
I'd be damn careful where I stuck that nose of yours.
Blood starts running between Saldivar and Garcia, it's on your hands.
Hmm? Good luck, buddy.
You're gonna need it.
Huh.
I thought I was the only one that could piss you off like that.
Oh, not even close.
Annoying-as-hell politico.
Started off in ordinance for ATF.
- Bomb squad? - Mm-hmm.
Was undercover in Juárez.
- Got his partner blown up.
- Huh.
Tallahassee loves his cowboy act.
Made him chief of organized crime.
Yeah.
He's gonna get us those files, though, right? Oh, he will if he knows what's good for him.
Why? What are you thinking? I'm thinking there's clearly something personal about this.
Romantic, even.
I'm thinking that maybe it's not a mob thing after all.
Well, if Eduardo Garcia promised you cooperation, it might be time to open a few wounds and see who bleeds.
Oh.
Hey, uh, Detective Longworth here to see -- oh.
Patdown? Really? Ah, you touch my junk, I'm calling police.
Rafael, right? Yeah, I, uh -- I got a couple of questions for Eduardo.
Well, he's not taking visitors.
It's a difficult time.
Making you, what, his second-in-command, trusted gatekeeper? Friend of a family friend Who doesn't like your tone.
Hey.
No offense, but I'm not visiting.
And if I have to come back with a warrant, I bring a dozen uniforms, soyour call.
He's in the back.
Thank you.
Whenever he traveled, my brother would bring back a charm for Olivia.
Oh, that'scharming.
- This her room? - Yeah, it was.
When my brother died, she came and lived with me.
And then she went to boarding school when she was 15.
Millhaven Academy -- that's Connecticut, right? Long way from Florida.
Yeah, Millhaven is what got her into Columbia.
And away from the family business, whatever that may be.
My brother and I only wanted the best for her.
Well, what about Olivia? What did Olivia want for Olivia? I don't know what you mean.
Oh.
Boarding school in, uh, Connecticut? Ripped away from her friends, her family? It's what she wanted.
Oh, what she wanted, huh? I know my niece, detective.
Okay.
Well, maybe you know who she was having an affair with? No? She stayed at Coconut Grove one weekend a month for the past year, starting last summer.
That's wrong.
She always stayed with me when she came down here.
Well, the receipts say otherwise, so Hold it! Get off him! Get off! The bastards have the balls to send flowers? The Saldivars have no respect.
I said get off him now! You do this in front of my house on the day of my niece's death! Huh? This is how you watch my house? Eduardo -- no! We have to do something.
You don't have to do anything.
This is not your business.
Yeah, I'm sorry to say, Eduardo, but murder is definitely my business.
I'm gonna give you three days until my niece is in her final rest.
Three days till you bring her justice or else.
She had a blown pupil, which signals traumatic brain injury.
So? Two bullets to the head doesn't qualify as traumatic? So, I also found bruising of the anterior temporal artery on her scalp.
I did an X-ray, found she suffered a diffuse axonal injury.
In English, por favor? Somebody scrambled her egg.
You did that on purpose.
The bullets exited on the right, blowing gray matter out.
But her left temple was pushed in, like maybe someone smashed her skull and then popped her to make it look like a mob hit.
Or someone popped her then smashed her skull to make it look like it wasn't.
Phone records say she called a local number nine times that night.
Probably the guy that stood her up at the hotel the night she was killed.
It's a prepaid cell, bought at a Best Buy in Naples with a stolen Amex.
And we just found out that she used to clerk at the law clinic in Calle Ocho.
How did you know Olivia Garcia? She did a little pro-bono work for me a few summers ago.
Ah, that was nice of her.
Any problems with clients, threaten her, maybe? She fought hard for her clients.
They loved her.
Did you? Love her, I mean? No.
And, yeah, I loved her, but not like that.
Look, Olivia was an amazing lawyer.
She really cared about people.
Plus, she was serious with some local guy, talked to him all the time.
- She say who it was? - Oh, she wouldn't tell me.
Her Uncle was crazy protective of her, had spies everywhere.
She was breaking it off.
I got the impression that it was going on for a long time.
You know about her father, right? Missing, presumed dead.
Yeah, Olivia was obsessed with finding out the truth, spent years working on it -- free time.
She texted me.
She had a new lead.
She was going to see Alvaro Saldivar.
The guy everyone assumes is the guy that put out a hit on her father? That's a little dangerous.
She say what the new lead was? No, she wouldn't tell me.
Look, I'm late for court, so unless you want to arrest me No, thanks.
But maybe later, though.
Hey, Carlos.
Anything? Apparently, she was doing some pro-bono work for the clinic.
Sounds like she was also working the neighborhood for anything she could find to get to the bottom of her father's murder.
Olivia's phone.
German tourist turned it in to a beat cop.
SIM card's gone, but that number she kept calling? It's listed in her address book as "Quero.
" Quero? What's that in Spanish? It doesn't translate directly.
I'm guessing a nickname? Well, we've got 48 hours to find out.
That's how long Eduardo Garcia gave us until he lays his niece to her final rest.
After that, we got a whole lot more bodies on our hands.
Oh, Daniel, call Olivia's landlord in New York, the local precinct, see if she ever reported a stalker.
- Where we going now? - To get a cigar.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You see the sign? Members only.
An antisocial social club.
Huh.
Listen, Alvaro Saldivar's not some wiseguy snowbird from Chicago, okay? He's as hard as they come.
You don't just walk in there and ask questions.
Well, then how am I gonna get answers? Alvaro Saldivar? Jim Longworth.
Whoa.
You're a baseball fan.
You sponsor all these teams? Okay, well, I'll just get into it.
We have a witness says Olivia Garcia came and saw you the night she was murdered.
Something about a new lead for the disappearance of her father, Miguel, 10 years ago.
Oh, yeah.
It was getting a little bright in here.
bongyo.
So, I was thinking, uh, if you didn't really have anything to do with Olivia's death, then answering a question or two -- which I know is not your thing -- could really help me do my job and stop a war.
Yes? No? You'll get back to me? Hey.
Hey.
Perdón, Don Saldivar.
Hey, Carlos.
We were just talking.
Hey.
La muerte de Olivia es una tragedia.
Pero necesitamos llegar a la verdad para evitar una guerra.
"La guerra" -- uh, "war.
" I said that.
I said that.
Ya yo le dije, pero éste es un idiota.
Yo siempre tengo que limpiar sus erroes.
Asà que, por favor, de parte de nosotros, perdónanos, don Saldivar.
Let's go.
Now.
Nice talking to you, Al.
Dad? Dad? Ugh! I can't believe you're home.
I can't believe it, either.
Why didn't you tell me dad was coming home? I didn't want to spoil the surprise.
And I'm not quite home just yet.
What do you mean? Well, it's not a big deal.
I've just got to stay at a halfway house up in Highlands County, just for a while, as part of my transition.
Why can't you stay here? It's just for three months, pal.
I can't see you for three months? No, no.
You can see him as much as you want -- every day, if you want.
Hey.
Hey.
Don't worry about it, okay? We're gonna spend a lot of time together, I promise.
Now, we got some catching-up to do, so go get out of these school clothes.
- Let's go to the batting cages.
- The batting cages? Awesome! I haven't been there in months! I'm sorry I didn't tell him about the halfway house.
It's all right.
I'll cover it.
We got a lot to cover, anyway.
Callie, I'm not happy about this.
You know that.
But I get it.
Who knows? Maybe it's for the best.
You don't have to say that.
Give me three months, like we agreed.
Let me get a job, spend some time with Jeff, show you that I mean business.
Ray, I -- tst, tst.
And if you still want to file for divorce I don't want to give you false hope.
Three months.
Three months.
All right! Let's do it! All right.
Bye, mom.
You boys have fun.
Female voice: You have zero messages.
Thank you.
Hands where I can see them.
I'm alone and unarmed.
Except for the dozen goons you got up the street, I'm guessing.
I couldn't talk in front of my men.
Okay.
So talk.
I didn't kill Olivia Garcia.
Just her father.
Not Miguel, either.
I don't want war, detective.
It's bad for business.
So I'll tell you why Olivia came to me.
Yes, Olivia came to me that night, pleading, drunk, wanting to know where her father was buried.
So, you told her, right? I told her I met Miguel in Ybor City the night he disappeared.
He was in good spirits and left early to buy a charm for her bracelet.
That's a thing you don't make up.
So, the two families met after all? Miguel had vision.
He saw we could increase our profits by sharing costs.
It would be to everyone's advantage.
Well, almost everyone's.
The next morning, Miguel went missing.
That night, Eduardo blew up two of my cousins.
The war started.
That's a sweet little story.
Pity only you and Miguel can verify it.
I'll tell you what I told Olivia.
If you want to know what happened to Miguel, go talk to Eduardo.
You saying Eduardo killed his own brother? Just so we're clear.
We've had peace for five years, which is good for business.
War is expensive.
As a businessman, why would I want that, detective? But if a drop of my family's blood is spilled, I will atone for it.
¿Comprende? Yeah.
Comprendo.
You're wearing your gun in the office.
That's a first.
Yeah.
Kind of in the middle of a turf war.
- The Cuban mob? - Oh, yeah, them too.
No, I meant, uh, Manus and this jackass who runs the organized crime unit.
Ah.
So, how was Ray's homecoming? Weird.
I mean, I told him that I didn't feel comfortable with him moving back home, so he agreed to transition at a halfway house.
Oh.
How'd that go over? That part -- good.
It was telling him that I was filing for divorce that he didn't really take very well.
I mean, I told him that he could visit Jeff as much as he wanted, but I didn't want to give him false hope, even though I said that I'd hold off.
Hold off? Filing.
Oh.
Okay.
For how long? Nothing, really.
Three months.
Three months.
Well, good thing you didn't want to give him false hope.
Really? You're gonna be a jackass about this? He needs my support to transition out of prison.
I mean, I didn't lie to him or give him any reason to make him think that I would change my mind.
Yeah, no, look, I-I g-- You got a minute? No.
Yeah, actually, he does.
Hey, Callie! You know, I pegged you for a smarter guy than that.
Yeah, that's usually everyone's first mistake.
You know, thanks to your little stunt, Saldivar bought state-of-the-art bug-sweeping gear.
Took me five years to light that place up.
I'm sorry, are you bragging? 'Cause five years is -- You know he came to your house last night to kill you, right? He came by my house last night to talk to me.
The question is, are you tailing him or me? Well What did you talk about? Oh, I got Manus those files on Olivia Garcia, as promised.
Olivia went to see Saldivar the night she was murdered to ask about her dad.
And now you're gonna go talk to Eduardo? Got that from Manus.
You know Alvaro Saldivar is playing you, right? Send you down the rabbit hole on Miguel's murder so you don't solve Olivia's.
Whichleaves Eduardo no other way to save face but to retaliate.
Saldivar using the FDLE to start his war -- genius.
Saldivar doesn't want a war.
Bad for business.
Unless your business is a failed attempt to solve a 10-year-old murder by taking down the Cuban mob.
Now, there's a good reason to start a war.
Hey, we found your niece's cellphone.
Nice footwork, by the way.
Oye, Eduardo, permite que lo maneje, por favor.
No, todavÃa no.
Déjalo.
She called someone called "Quero" nine times on the night she was killed.
Think it was a nickname? I don't know it, Detective.
That's too bad.
Her old boss at the law clinic in Little Havana said that she was dating someone local, someone you probably didn't approve of.
Probably why she was slipping in and out of town under the radar.
A Saldivar, maybe? Saldivar himself? Never! Actually, she spoke to Alvaro Saldivar the night she died To talk to him about her dad's death.
And he said he told her to talk to you Implying, obviously, that you knew something about the death.
I mean, for a year, she's coming in and out of town without telling you she's here or that she's investigating her father's death, 'cause she knew you were watching her like a hawk.
I'm watching her because I love her, 'cause she's my niece -- 'cause I promised my brother.
Or you were worried she's getting too close to the truth.
He's my brother, my blood.
I lost my brother to that bastard.
Yeah, but you gained an empire.
Are you implying that I killed my brother for money? It's not unheard of.
Listen, you heartless prick.
You want to know what happened You really want to know what happened? Wait.
You brought a bug to my house? - Trust me, it's not mine.
- Why should I trust you? Okay, then don't.
But I did just stop you from incriminating yourself.
Daniel? I'm watching the surveillance tape from Olivia's Co-op in New York.
Wait, let me guess.
You found our mystery man.
That's Detective Ballard.
When was this taken? Two weeks ago at her Co-op at Fifth Avenue.
Look, he's obsessed with her.
Which is why he's obsessed with the case and why Olivia couldn't tell her Uncle about it.
And you can bet your ass that belongs to him, too.
Only one problem.
The name on her phone -- Quero? Ballard isn't exactly a Latin lover.
Well, he was undercover in Mexico -- ATF.
- A real cowboy, you said? - Yeah.
That's it.
"Quero" is short for "vaquero" -- "cowboy.
" Works for me.
Go bring his ass in.
Hey.
Hey.
Algebra before midnight.
Are you running a fever? Uh, no.
Actually, uh Dad said if I got my work done, he'd take the bus over and we'd play "Assassin's Creed.
" So -- if that's okay with you.
Of course it is.
Cool.
You guys had fun today, huh? Yeah.
It was awesome.
Hey.
Uh, listen, I wanted to apologize for the way I reacted this morning.
No, I'm sorry.
I-I kind of just sprung that on you -- at work, no less -- so no harm, no foul? Wow.
I got off way too easy.
Huh.
That's weird.
What's weird? I never lock my car at work.
Hang on a sec.
Jim? Jim? - Are you kidding me? - Fine! You're losing it, Colleen.
Oh, a bomb shreds my lead detective's car, the same guy that you bugged, while he's investigating a murder of a woman that you were stalking, and I'm not supposed to think you know anything about it?! Fine.
"Fine"?! But it's not what you think.
Last summer, a C.
I.
told me he saw Olivia in Calle Ocho asking questions about her dad's murder.
So I reached out, told her I had some new leads.
Do you? Or was that a lie, too? Half a lie.
Recycled some old intel.
I tried to flip her on Eduardo, but she refused.
Get to the car-bomb part yet? Hey.
Are you okay? Yeah, just caught a little glass.
I'll be fine.
Hey, ball-ard, what's up? Did you break into my car? I did, yeah.
Found the receiving end of the bug you planted on me, which damn near got me killed.
Garcia didn't bomb your car.
If he did, we'd still be hosing you out of the parking lot.
Saldivar's who you should be looking at.
Really? And with your ordinance training and all your ATF undercover work, you tell me why I shouldn't be looking at you.
Because I'm no cop killer! I may bend the rules, sure, but I'm not about to throw away 10 years of building a case against the Cuban mob for this guy.
No offense.
Hey, none taken.
So, here's how it's gonna be.
You're gonna give us everything you've got on both families, right here, right now.
Or the bug I plant to stalk your ass -- you're gonna need an autopsy to find.
Yeah.
And it better be the good stuff.
Or my next call will be to I.
A.
Daniel? Is he all right? Callie? I completely forgot to call you back.
Yeah! No, it's fine.
I'm just -- I'm glad you're okay.
You scared the crap out of me! I know.
I'm sorry.
I'm fine, though.
Really.
Daniel, can you pull this flash up in my office? You got it.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't call you back.
No, it's fi-- I mean, don't be ridiculous.
- This is -- - Hey, about earlier? Listen, I know Jeff needs his dad.
And I know the only way that's gonna happen is if Ray gets a fresh start.
So, whatever you feel you need to do to make that work, I get it.
Thank you.
That's -- that's all I'm talking about.
Detective, you're definitely gonna want to see this.
No, thanks.
Ballard got dirt on lots of people, including Jonathan Foster, the lawyer who runs the walk-in clinic on Calle Ocho.
Check this out.
Wire transfer for $100,000? From an offshore holding company in the Bahamas That launders money for the Saldivars.
What do you know? Gracias.
I heard you had some car trouble.
Yeah, I bet you did.
It wasn't me, Detective.
Well, it wasn't you you.
You asked to meet, so let's meet.
I was just wondering why you gave the clinic Olivia Garcia worked at $100,000.
I sent word that I wanted to help, as long as she told no one where the money was coming from.
Or You knew she was looking for her father's killer, so you paid her boss to tell you what she was working on.
She got too close, she fought with her boss 'cause she wanted to confront you with it.
Next thing you know, she turns up dead in an alley behind her family's business.
Oh, come on, that was pretty good.
Hey, listen to me.
I'm a Marielito.
I've been blessed.
I wanted to give back to other Cubanos who weren't as lucky as me.
Her boss, the weasel Abogado -- he helps my people.
Why do you think I permit him to stay open in Calle Ocho? I gave the money to Olivia to make that happen.
Her heart was in the right place.
I believed in her.
She was smart, trustworthy.
And hot.
No.
Yeah, kind of makes sense, in a Cosa Nostra, "enemy of my enemy is my lover" kind of way.
She wasn't looking for love, Detective, not with me.
She was looking for closure.
Meaning? Oh, I get it.
This is one of those things where we're not really talking about what we're talking about, right? Oh, thanks.
Cuban, I assume? "Romeo y Julieta.
" The young lovers.
Young lovers, huh? Any ideas who? No.
If I did, I would tell you.
You know, war is not good for -- Ah, bad for business, yeah.
Got it.
Oh, and, uh, thanks for the cigar.
What are we looking for? Signs of a boyfriend.
From when she was 15? Yeah, well, good luck with that.
At 15, they have a new boyfriend every 20 minutes.
Unless the dad knew that and sent his kid to boarding school.
Yeah.
I'd kill the little bastard first.
Which maybe the boyfriend knew.
So, he killed Miguel, not the mob? Well, Saldivar said he didn't kill Miguel.
Neither did Eduardo.
Which leaves our old friend Quero.
She's still seeing her forbidden teenage love 10 years later? Very "Romeo y Julieta.
" But it still doesn't tell us who he is.
No, but maybe this will.
- What's that? - It's girl numerology.
They use it to see if they have a future with a boy they like.
- Okay.
- No, here.
You assign each vowel a value -- one for "a," two for "e," three for "I," and so on.
Then you count the vowels in both names and you add them in each vowel column.
If the total has three matching numbers, like 43555, it's a good match.
That's numerically random.
That literally makes no sense.
Except for a teenage girl.
Welcome to my world.
Okay, so, if we work backwards, we take the total in Olivia's name, we should be able to find out the kid's name, right? It has three vowels, like her, which rules out Ballard, but not Quero, not Jonathan, and not Alvaro.
Or Eduardo.
Killed for seeing a Saldivar, maybe.
I'm sorry, is it just me, or is it kind of weird that Garcia's letting two cops just hang out in his house all night? Where did they say he was again? It's Olivia's funeral tomorrow.
He's making final arrangements.
- Down on the ground now! - Get on the ground! Get down on the ground now.
Get down! Down on the ground now! Get down! Let me guess.
All you guys got tickets to the gun show, huh? Get out of the car.
You gave me three days to finish my business.
The service isn't until tomorrow.
I stayed in bounds, Eduardo.
I've risked my neck for your business, and this is how you show me respect?! You know what? I'm taking you in.
You can't do that.
What's the charge? In connection with the murder of your niece.
I was the one supposed to go to that meeting in Ybor City.
My brother went instead.
Why didn't you go? I have a temper.
He didn't.
He got killed anyway.
Well, if it's any consolation, it wouldn't have mattered if you'd gone to Ybor City Because Saldivar didn't kill Miguel.
That's my brother's team.
He coached junior league.
This is a hat he gave Olivia.
No, actually, he didn't.
Quero? Olivia's boss at the legal clinic said she spent hours every day on the phone to a boyfriend, someone she'd known for a long time.
She made appointments on Saturday at Palm Beach with a caterer, florist, jeweler -- looks like she was planning on getting married.
Married.
She didn't even have a boyfriend.
Yeah, like you knew she was having an affair? You had your men watching her.
At first I thought they were just asleep on the job, but now I believe one of those men is the man that Olivia was in love with and lying to you about it.
Someone you'd never expect.
- What's this? - Something teenage girls do to see if they have a future with a boy they like.
We found it hidden under the blotter on her desk.
She wrote that when she was 15.
The name that fits that equation is the man who was in love with Olivia -- a tragic, ill-fated love that ended the life of your niece and your brother It's your family, Eduardo.
Someone who played for your brother's junior league team who's been in love with her for a decade but thought they had to hide it from you.
Help me with a name.
Quero? No, not Quero.
His real name.
Quero was a nickname only they knew.
I think you know who I'm talking about.
Why don't you write it down, see if it fits? - I want my lawyer.
- No, you don't Because then you'll shut up, and then he'll shut up.
And we may never find out where your brother is buried.
What's this? It proves that, for years, you were Olivia's secret lover.
These scribbles? It also proves you murdered Olivia and her father, Miguel.
What? Killed her after she figured out that it was you that killed her father, after he forbid you from seeing his 15-year-old daughter.
I mean, a 20-year-old Marielito, someone Miguel took under his wing, opened his family, his business to, but then felt betrayed when you kept seeing her.
Said that he'd kill you if he ever found you near her again.
So you knew you only had one choice -- kill or be killed.
This doesn't prove anything.
If we test the DNA from the sweat stains in this cap, which has been in Olivia's room for the past decade, it'll prove that this cap's yours.
Prove that you're the "Quero" that she called nine times the night she was killed.
Same Quero she'd been having an affair with for a decade but then who stood her up at the Moreno Friday night.
Good luck proving it in court.
You're right.
That won't stand up in front of a jury of 12.
But A jury of one When Miguel turned up missing, you convinced Eduardo that the Saldivars killed him.
Eduardo declared war, didn't want to look weak, and you moved up the family, bombed two of Saldivar's men Like you tried to bomb me, just to prove you'd do anything to gain the respect for his brother's death.
No.
Hey, if I'm wrong, I'm sure one of Eduardo's trusted soldiers will be happy to take care of it.
Save the taxpayers a ton of money.
Olivia was my dream from the minute I saw her.
I never saw anybody so beautiful in all my life.
But I wasn't good enough for Miguel.
He wanted to send her away to boarding school to keep us apart.
Which her Uncle saw to, 'cause he knew that was his brother's wish -- to send her to boarding school.
But you stayed in the picture, hidden from Eduardo.
But after a decade, she wanted to get married and made plans for it next weekend.
I had to ask Eduardo for her hand.
But every time I tried, all I could see was Miguel.
So you didn't ask.
You stood her up, which confused her, made her connect some dots she hadn't connected before.
And then, when she found out from Saldivar that her father and he had had a good meeting in Ybor City, then she knew -- she knew why you didn't ask Eduardo for her hand.
Because you killed Miguel.
I followed her to Saldivar's to try to talk, but she said it was over.
She didn't love me anymore.
She walked away.
Oh, God.
It was an accident.
I swear it was an accident.
I never meant to hurt her, never.
SoQuero -- that's short for "cowboy," right? No.
I -- I never had much school.
When I first saw her on the Mariel, I wrote Olivia a note.
And I -- I misspelled "te quiero.
" "I love you.
" She never forgot.
I want to make a deal.
Actually, I already made one for you.
We got something.
It's a charm he had in his pocket.
We'll confirm with DNA.
I never wanted to be boss.
So walk away While you can.
Ahh.
It's just not that easy.
Gracias.
Congratulations on defusing a delicate situation.
Hey, you know me -- master of tact.
Good, 'cause we have another one.
I got a call from the office of professional responsibility.
The Palm County D.
A.
has been notified that you're having an inappropriate relationship with the wife of one of their cooperating witnesses.
What? How do they know? They know, Jim.
And now it's everyone's business -- including mine, as your superior.
We're adults, Colleen.
We'll work it out.
I know, Jim.
Just stay away, okay? Look, Colleen -- no.
Jim You want my honest opinion here? I think you need to let her family figure it out for themselves.
How can I sit back when I know just what you need? please help me understand 'cause it's just so hard to breathe these waters are rising, making it hard to choose we could be together, could be the perfect two I've been the shoulder that you cry on I've been the rock that helps you stay strong and now I'm caught in the storm I can't deny I'm tired of fighting in the dark one step in the light could crush my heart so I won't always be here to catch your fall oh, oh
Rápido! Are you sure you know how to change this? 'Cause I've seen what you do to a car.
Yes, very sure.
The year before the Academy, I spent an entire summer as a plumber's assistant.
Oh, wow.
So, you're an expert.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
And the thing you need to know to become a successful plumber is that time is money.
Okay, well, that one didn't really stick, since, you know, it's 3 1/2 hours later.
Hey, we needed to get the right part, right? - Right.
- Right.
And that pitcher of beer and the two baskets of fried clams.
I'm just trying to make the most of whatever time we've got.
Mm Which might have all just come to a screeching halt.
That is D.
O.
C.
Department of Corrections? Must be here ahead of Ray's release.
They didn't notify you? Yeah, they called last week, but they didn't tell me a specific day.
Yeah, they don't do that.
Why? What, to try and catch me doing something wrong? I'm not the criminal.
She doesn't know that.
Ray must have listed your house as his primary residence.
She's here to make sure it's real.
- Mrs.
Cargill? - Yeah.
Sonja Stevens, your husband's parole officer.
I'm here to ensure your house is compliant for his release.
Uh, my house? - Everything all right? - Yeah.
Law enforcement? Uh, no.
He's, uh, helping me with my plumbing.
No, uh, my plumbing.
He's just a friend.
It's not what it looks like.
Never is.
Here you go.
Female, 25, shot twice in the back of the head.
No gray matter or spatter.
Probably shot elsewhere and dumped here.
Based on lividity, I'm putting time of death at 2:00 a.
m.
Cinderella's missing a shoe.
She must have lost it on the way home from the ball.
Yeah, she wasn't running from a prince.
I'm guessing a pro did this.
As in a hit? Based on what? Based on that crowd of scared-shitless people.
Worked enough mob hits in Chicago to know when the natives are extra restless.
Anyone brave enough to come forward with an I.
D.
? What the hell's the matter with you people? - Cover her up.
Show some respect.
- I'm sorry, you are? Rafael Dominguez.
I work for the owner of the café.
Okay.
So, maybe you can tell us who she is.
Her name was Olivia.
Eduardo Garcia.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and say Sorry for your loss? - Girlfriend, maybe? - Hey, I said show some respect.
Really? She wasn't my girlfriend.
Okay.
She was my niece.
Olivia was my brother's only child.
We lost my brother and her mother died of cancer when she was 2.
I'm sorry, you lost your brother? He's presumed dead.
Went missing.
Losing both parents -- that's tough.
Olivia was a fighter.
She graduated Columbia Law, and she's clerking for a judge in Manhattan.
You're obviously very proud of her.
She's like my own daughter.
When's the last time you spoke to her? Friday.
Friday morning.
She was -- she was at work.
Well, obviously not.
She come here to Florida often without you knowing about it? Hey, why are we wasting time? We all know who did this.
Yeah, about that, actually -- any names you want to give me? You know, so I can go bug them instead of you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Right.
Still gonna go with that one, huh? But I know a little about how this works, Eduardo.
Actually, I know a lot.
And I can see how hard this is hitting you.
You'd be really smart to let me handle this.
You know, instead of one of those other ways we're not talking about.
You'll have my full cooperation.
Yeah, probably not, actually.
But a little would be great.
We get anything? Oh, name, rank, serial number.
Oh, and Eduardo's promise for full cooperation.
Great.
Well, we know how that goes.
Oh, it's clearly family business -- you know, Saldivar.
Saldivar? Eduardo Garcia's rival boss.
Carlos, get him up to speed on the two families.
Me? Because I'm the only in-house Cubano, I know about the Cuban mob? Don't you? That's not my point.
I, uh, got a body to process.
Yeah, and I've got Eduardo Garcia's niece dumped in an alley behind the family headquarters.
Someone's sending a message.
The faster we learn what that is, the faster we keep Calle Ocho from becoming a war zone.
Alvaro Saldivar -- patriarch of the Saldivar crime family.
Makes Tony Soprano look like Gandhi.
Sworn enemy of Miguel Garcia.
Eduardo's older brother that started the family business.
The widely held theory is that Saldivar killed Miguel on the way to a summit in Ybor City 10 years ago.
But because Miguel's body was never found, Saldivar was never prosecuted for the crime.
Eduardo took over, started a war with the Saldivars to avenge his brother's death.
Ironically, both sides did well, consolidating their strengths -- coke for the Garcias, gambling for the Saldivars.
Five years ago, they declared a truce.
Despite the peace, there's been bad blood between them ever since the Mariel boatlift in 1980.
Oh, when Castro emptied out the jails and put Cuba's criminals here on Florida's sunny shores.
Somebody's seen "Scarface.
" Yeah, on cable.
Doesn't hold up.
It's a stereotype.
Of the 125,000 Cubans who came to Florida, only 800 were criminals.
Most were honest, including my dad, who decided he'd rather drive a cab here than practice medicine in Havana.
Wait, you're a Marielito? I just said that before to piss you off.
Yeah, well, it worked.
I was 8.
We came here with everything we owned on our backs.
This is my home now.
But some still yearn to go home to Havana.
Home is where the heart is, huh? Question is Why did Olivia come home without telling her Uncle? Credit card says she stayed here one weekend a month for the past year.
Long way from Calle Ocho.
Okay, obviously, Olivia didn't want her Uncle Eduardo to know what she was doing down here.
Or who she was doing it with.
Whoa! Put that -- Ballard? Are you out of your mind? That's a hell of a good way to get your ass shot.
- Right back at you, Colleen.
- Oh.
So you two know each other? What the hell are you doing here, Tim? Mob daughter got whacked -- as in, my crime scene.
Your crime scene? Yeah, not from what I'm seeing.
Tim Ballard, FDLE organized crime unit.
Jim Longworth.
Yeah, and as far as crime scenes go, it's not really much of one.
Romantic dinner for two, uneaten.
Empty bottle of champagne, dirty glass.
She was obviously meeting someone here.
But, unless our Columbia Law school grad had turned to hooking, my guess is it wasn't for business.
The niece of Eduardo Garcia gets assassinated and dumped behind his restaurant.
You don't think it's mob-related? Oh, I don't think we can rule it out, but you know what? If and when we do find that they're related, I'll be sure to loop you in.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
Are you serious? As a heart attack.
And I'll take any and all files you have on Olivia Garcia.
Olivia was a civilian.
I got no files on her.
All right, all right.
Mm-hmm.
I'll send them over.
- But if I were you - You aren't.
I'd be damn careful where I stuck that nose of yours.
Blood starts running between Saldivar and Garcia, it's on your hands.
Hmm? Good luck, buddy.
You're gonna need it.
Huh.
I thought I was the only one that could piss you off like that.
Oh, not even close.
Annoying-as-hell politico.
Started off in ordinance for ATF.
- Bomb squad? - Mm-hmm.
Was undercover in Juárez.
- Got his partner blown up.
- Huh.
Tallahassee loves his cowboy act.
Made him chief of organized crime.
Yeah.
He's gonna get us those files, though, right? Oh, he will if he knows what's good for him.
Why? What are you thinking? I'm thinking there's clearly something personal about this.
Romantic, even.
I'm thinking that maybe it's not a mob thing after all.
Well, if Eduardo Garcia promised you cooperation, it might be time to open a few wounds and see who bleeds.
Oh.
Hey, uh, Detective Longworth here to see -- oh.
Patdown? Really? Ah, you touch my junk, I'm calling police.
Rafael, right? Yeah, I, uh -- I got a couple of questions for Eduardo.
Well, he's not taking visitors.
It's a difficult time.
Making you, what, his second-in-command, trusted gatekeeper? Friend of a family friend Who doesn't like your tone.
Hey.
No offense, but I'm not visiting.
And if I have to come back with a warrant, I bring a dozen uniforms, soyour call.
He's in the back.
Thank you.
Whenever he traveled, my brother would bring back a charm for Olivia.
Oh, that'scharming.
- This her room? - Yeah, it was.
When my brother died, she came and lived with me.
And then she went to boarding school when she was 15.
Millhaven Academy -- that's Connecticut, right? Long way from Florida.
Yeah, Millhaven is what got her into Columbia.
And away from the family business, whatever that may be.
My brother and I only wanted the best for her.
Well, what about Olivia? What did Olivia want for Olivia? I don't know what you mean.
Oh.
Boarding school in, uh, Connecticut? Ripped away from her friends, her family? It's what she wanted.
Oh, what she wanted, huh? I know my niece, detective.
Okay.
Well, maybe you know who she was having an affair with? No? She stayed at Coconut Grove one weekend a month for the past year, starting last summer.
That's wrong.
She always stayed with me when she came down here.
Well, the receipts say otherwise, so Hold it! Get off him! Get off! The bastards have the balls to send flowers? The Saldivars have no respect.
I said get off him now! You do this in front of my house on the day of my niece's death! Huh? This is how you watch my house? Eduardo -- no! We have to do something.
You don't have to do anything.
This is not your business.
Yeah, I'm sorry to say, Eduardo, but murder is definitely my business.
I'm gonna give you three days until my niece is in her final rest.
Three days till you bring her justice or else.
She had a blown pupil, which signals traumatic brain injury.
So? Two bullets to the head doesn't qualify as traumatic? So, I also found bruising of the anterior temporal artery on her scalp.
I did an X-ray, found she suffered a diffuse axonal injury.
In English, por favor? Somebody scrambled her egg.
You did that on purpose.
The bullets exited on the right, blowing gray matter out.
But her left temple was pushed in, like maybe someone smashed her skull and then popped her to make it look like a mob hit.
Or someone popped her then smashed her skull to make it look like it wasn't.
Phone records say she called a local number nine times that night.
Probably the guy that stood her up at the hotel the night she was killed.
It's a prepaid cell, bought at a Best Buy in Naples with a stolen Amex.
And we just found out that she used to clerk at the law clinic in Calle Ocho.
How did you know Olivia Garcia? She did a little pro-bono work for me a few summers ago.
Ah, that was nice of her.
Any problems with clients, threaten her, maybe? She fought hard for her clients.
They loved her.
Did you? Love her, I mean? No.
And, yeah, I loved her, but not like that.
Look, Olivia was an amazing lawyer.
She really cared about people.
Plus, she was serious with some local guy, talked to him all the time.
- She say who it was? - Oh, she wouldn't tell me.
Her Uncle was crazy protective of her, had spies everywhere.
She was breaking it off.
I got the impression that it was going on for a long time.
You know about her father, right? Missing, presumed dead.
Yeah, Olivia was obsessed with finding out the truth, spent years working on it -- free time.
She texted me.
She had a new lead.
She was going to see Alvaro Saldivar.
The guy everyone assumes is the guy that put out a hit on her father? That's a little dangerous.
She say what the new lead was? No, she wouldn't tell me.
Look, I'm late for court, so unless you want to arrest me No, thanks.
But maybe later, though.
Hey, Carlos.
Anything? Apparently, she was doing some pro-bono work for the clinic.
Sounds like she was also working the neighborhood for anything she could find to get to the bottom of her father's murder.
Olivia's phone.
German tourist turned it in to a beat cop.
SIM card's gone, but that number she kept calling? It's listed in her address book as "Quero.
" Quero? What's that in Spanish? It doesn't translate directly.
I'm guessing a nickname? Well, we've got 48 hours to find out.
That's how long Eduardo Garcia gave us until he lays his niece to her final rest.
After that, we got a whole lot more bodies on our hands.
Oh, Daniel, call Olivia's landlord in New York, the local precinct, see if she ever reported a stalker.
- Where we going now? - To get a cigar.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You see the sign? Members only.
An antisocial social club.
Huh.
Listen, Alvaro Saldivar's not some wiseguy snowbird from Chicago, okay? He's as hard as they come.
You don't just walk in there and ask questions.
Well, then how am I gonna get answers? Alvaro Saldivar? Jim Longworth.
Whoa.
You're a baseball fan.
You sponsor all these teams? Okay, well, I'll just get into it.
We have a witness says Olivia Garcia came and saw you the night she was murdered.
Something about a new lead for the disappearance of her father, Miguel, 10 years ago.
Oh, yeah.
It was getting a little bright in here.
bongyo.
So, I was thinking, uh, if you didn't really have anything to do with Olivia's death, then answering a question or two -- which I know is not your thing -- could really help me do my job and stop a war.
Yes? No? You'll get back to me? Hey.
Hey.
Perdón, Don Saldivar.
Hey, Carlos.
We were just talking.
Hey.
La muerte de Olivia es una tragedia.
Pero necesitamos llegar a la verdad para evitar una guerra.
"La guerra" -- uh, "war.
" I said that.
I said that.
Ya yo le dije, pero éste es un idiota.
Yo siempre tengo que limpiar sus erroes.
Asà que, por favor, de parte de nosotros, perdónanos, don Saldivar.
Let's go.
Now.
Nice talking to you, Al.
Dad? Dad? Ugh! I can't believe you're home.
I can't believe it, either.
Why didn't you tell me dad was coming home? I didn't want to spoil the surprise.
And I'm not quite home just yet.
What do you mean? Well, it's not a big deal.
I've just got to stay at a halfway house up in Highlands County, just for a while, as part of my transition.
Why can't you stay here? It's just for three months, pal.
I can't see you for three months? No, no.
You can see him as much as you want -- every day, if you want.
Hey.
Hey.
Don't worry about it, okay? We're gonna spend a lot of time together, I promise.
Now, we got some catching-up to do, so go get out of these school clothes.
- Let's go to the batting cages.
- The batting cages? Awesome! I haven't been there in months! I'm sorry I didn't tell him about the halfway house.
It's all right.
I'll cover it.
We got a lot to cover, anyway.
Callie, I'm not happy about this.
You know that.
But I get it.
Who knows? Maybe it's for the best.
You don't have to say that.
Give me three months, like we agreed.
Let me get a job, spend some time with Jeff, show you that I mean business.
Ray, I -- tst, tst.
And if you still want to file for divorce I don't want to give you false hope.
Three months.
Three months.
All right! Let's do it! All right.
Bye, mom.
You boys have fun.
Female voice: You have zero messages.
Thank you.
Hands where I can see them.
I'm alone and unarmed.
Except for the dozen goons you got up the street, I'm guessing.
I couldn't talk in front of my men.
Okay.
So talk.
I didn't kill Olivia Garcia.
Just her father.
Not Miguel, either.
I don't want war, detective.
It's bad for business.
So I'll tell you why Olivia came to me.
Yes, Olivia came to me that night, pleading, drunk, wanting to know where her father was buried.
So, you told her, right? I told her I met Miguel in Ybor City the night he disappeared.
He was in good spirits and left early to buy a charm for her bracelet.
That's a thing you don't make up.
So, the two families met after all? Miguel had vision.
He saw we could increase our profits by sharing costs.
It would be to everyone's advantage.
Well, almost everyone's.
The next morning, Miguel went missing.
That night, Eduardo blew up two of my cousins.
The war started.
That's a sweet little story.
Pity only you and Miguel can verify it.
I'll tell you what I told Olivia.
If you want to know what happened to Miguel, go talk to Eduardo.
You saying Eduardo killed his own brother? Just so we're clear.
We've had peace for five years, which is good for business.
War is expensive.
As a businessman, why would I want that, detective? But if a drop of my family's blood is spilled, I will atone for it.
¿Comprende? Yeah.
Comprendo.
You're wearing your gun in the office.
That's a first.
Yeah.
Kind of in the middle of a turf war.
- The Cuban mob? - Oh, yeah, them too.
No, I meant, uh, Manus and this jackass who runs the organized crime unit.
Ah.
So, how was Ray's homecoming? Weird.
I mean, I told him that I didn't feel comfortable with him moving back home, so he agreed to transition at a halfway house.
Oh.
How'd that go over? That part -- good.
It was telling him that I was filing for divorce that he didn't really take very well.
I mean, I told him that he could visit Jeff as much as he wanted, but I didn't want to give him false hope, even though I said that I'd hold off.
Hold off? Filing.
Oh.
Okay.
For how long? Nothing, really.
Three months.
Three months.
Well, good thing you didn't want to give him false hope.
Really? You're gonna be a jackass about this? He needs my support to transition out of prison.
I mean, I didn't lie to him or give him any reason to make him think that I would change my mind.
Yeah, no, look, I-I g-- You got a minute? No.
Yeah, actually, he does.
Hey, Callie! You know, I pegged you for a smarter guy than that.
Yeah, that's usually everyone's first mistake.
You know, thanks to your little stunt, Saldivar bought state-of-the-art bug-sweeping gear.
Took me five years to light that place up.
I'm sorry, are you bragging? 'Cause five years is -- You know he came to your house last night to kill you, right? He came by my house last night to talk to me.
The question is, are you tailing him or me? Well What did you talk about? Oh, I got Manus those files on Olivia Garcia, as promised.
Olivia went to see Saldivar the night she was murdered to ask about her dad.
And now you're gonna go talk to Eduardo? Got that from Manus.
You know Alvaro Saldivar is playing you, right? Send you down the rabbit hole on Miguel's murder so you don't solve Olivia's.
Whichleaves Eduardo no other way to save face but to retaliate.
Saldivar using the FDLE to start his war -- genius.
Saldivar doesn't want a war.
Bad for business.
Unless your business is a failed attempt to solve a 10-year-old murder by taking down the Cuban mob.
Now, there's a good reason to start a war.
Hey, we found your niece's cellphone.
Nice footwork, by the way.
Oye, Eduardo, permite que lo maneje, por favor.
No, todavÃa no.
Déjalo.
She called someone called "Quero" nine times on the night she was killed.
Think it was a nickname? I don't know it, Detective.
That's too bad.
Her old boss at the law clinic in Little Havana said that she was dating someone local, someone you probably didn't approve of.
Probably why she was slipping in and out of town under the radar.
A Saldivar, maybe? Saldivar himself? Never! Actually, she spoke to Alvaro Saldivar the night she died To talk to him about her dad's death.
And he said he told her to talk to you Implying, obviously, that you knew something about the death.
I mean, for a year, she's coming in and out of town without telling you she's here or that she's investigating her father's death, 'cause she knew you were watching her like a hawk.
I'm watching her because I love her, 'cause she's my niece -- 'cause I promised my brother.
Or you were worried she's getting too close to the truth.
He's my brother, my blood.
I lost my brother to that bastard.
Yeah, but you gained an empire.
Are you implying that I killed my brother for money? It's not unheard of.
Listen, you heartless prick.
You want to know what happened You really want to know what happened? Wait.
You brought a bug to my house? - Trust me, it's not mine.
- Why should I trust you? Okay, then don't.
But I did just stop you from incriminating yourself.
Daniel? I'm watching the surveillance tape from Olivia's Co-op in New York.
Wait, let me guess.
You found our mystery man.
That's Detective Ballard.
When was this taken? Two weeks ago at her Co-op at Fifth Avenue.
Look, he's obsessed with her.
Which is why he's obsessed with the case and why Olivia couldn't tell her Uncle about it.
And you can bet your ass that belongs to him, too.
Only one problem.
The name on her phone -- Quero? Ballard isn't exactly a Latin lover.
Well, he was undercover in Mexico -- ATF.
- A real cowboy, you said? - Yeah.
That's it.
"Quero" is short for "vaquero" -- "cowboy.
" Works for me.
Go bring his ass in.
Hey.
Hey.
Algebra before midnight.
Are you running a fever? Uh, no.
Actually, uh Dad said if I got my work done, he'd take the bus over and we'd play "Assassin's Creed.
" So -- if that's okay with you.
Of course it is.
Cool.
You guys had fun today, huh? Yeah.
It was awesome.
Hey.
Uh, listen, I wanted to apologize for the way I reacted this morning.
No, I'm sorry.
I-I kind of just sprung that on you -- at work, no less -- so no harm, no foul? Wow.
I got off way too easy.
Huh.
That's weird.
What's weird? I never lock my car at work.
Hang on a sec.
Jim? Jim? - Are you kidding me? - Fine! You're losing it, Colleen.
Oh, a bomb shreds my lead detective's car, the same guy that you bugged, while he's investigating a murder of a woman that you were stalking, and I'm not supposed to think you know anything about it?! Fine.
"Fine"?! But it's not what you think.
Last summer, a C.
I.
told me he saw Olivia in Calle Ocho asking questions about her dad's murder.
So I reached out, told her I had some new leads.
Do you? Or was that a lie, too? Half a lie.
Recycled some old intel.
I tried to flip her on Eduardo, but she refused.
Get to the car-bomb part yet? Hey.
Are you okay? Yeah, just caught a little glass.
I'll be fine.
Hey, ball-ard, what's up? Did you break into my car? I did, yeah.
Found the receiving end of the bug you planted on me, which damn near got me killed.
Garcia didn't bomb your car.
If he did, we'd still be hosing you out of the parking lot.
Saldivar's who you should be looking at.
Really? And with your ordinance training and all your ATF undercover work, you tell me why I shouldn't be looking at you.
Because I'm no cop killer! I may bend the rules, sure, but I'm not about to throw away 10 years of building a case against the Cuban mob for this guy.
No offense.
Hey, none taken.
So, here's how it's gonna be.
You're gonna give us everything you've got on both families, right here, right now.
Or the bug I plant to stalk your ass -- you're gonna need an autopsy to find.
Yeah.
And it better be the good stuff.
Or my next call will be to I.
A.
Daniel? Is he all right? Callie? I completely forgot to call you back.
Yeah! No, it's fine.
I'm just -- I'm glad you're okay.
You scared the crap out of me! I know.
I'm sorry.
I'm fine, though.
Really.
Daniel, can you pull this flash up in my office? You got it.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't call you back.
No, it's fi-- I mean, don't be ridiculous.
- This is -- - Hey, about earlier? Listen, I know Jeff needs his dad.
And I know the only way that's gonna happen is if Ray gets a fresh start.
So, whatever you feel you need to do to make that work, I get it.
Thank you.
That's -- that's all I'm talking about.
Detective, you're definitely gonna want to see this.
No, thanks.
Ballard got dirt on lots of people, including Jonathan Foster, the lawyer who runs the walk-in clinic on Calle Ocho.
Check this out.
Wire transfer for $100,000? From an offshore holding company in the Bahamas That launders money for the Saldivars.
What do you know? Gracias.
I heard you had some car trouble.
Yeah, I bet you did.
It wasn't me, Detective.
Well, it wasn't you you.
You asked to meet, so let's meet.
I was just wondering why you gave the clinic Olivia Garcia worked at $100,000.
I sent word that I wanted to help, as long as she told no one where the money was coming from.
Or You knew she was looking for her father's killer, so you paid her boss to tell you what she was working on.
She got too close, she fought with her boss 'cause she wanted to confront you with it.
Next thing you know, she turns up dead in an alley behind her family's business.
Oh, come on, that was pretty good.
Hey, listen to me.
I'm a Marielito.
I've been blessed.
I wanted to give back to other Cubanos who weren't as lucky as me.
Her boss, the weasel Abogado -- he helps my people.
Why do you think I permit him to stay open in Calle Ocho? I gave the money to Olivia to make that happen.
Her heart was in the right place.
I believed in her.
She was smart, trustworthy.
And hot.
No.
Yeah, kind of makes sense, in a Cosa Nostra, "enemy of my enemy is my lover" kind of way.
She wasn't looking for love, Detective, not with me.
She was looking for closure.
Meaning? Oh, I get it.
This is one of those things where we're not really talking about what we're talking about, right? Oh, thanks.
Cuban, I assume? "Romeo y Julieta.
" The young lovers.
Young lovers, huh? Any ideas who? No.
If I did, I would tell you.
You know, war is not good for -- Ah, bad for business, yeah.
Got it.
Oh, and, uh, thanks for the cigar.
What are we looking for? Signs of a boyfriend.
From when she was 15? Yeah, well, good luck with that.
At 15, they have a new boyfriend every 20 minutes.
Unless the dad knew that and sent his kid to boarding school.
Yeah.
I'd kill the little bastard first.
Which maybe the boyfriend knew.
So, he killed Miguel, not the mob? Well, Saldivar said he didn't kill Miguel.
Neither did Eduardo.
Which leaves our old friend Quero.
She's still seeing her forbidden teenage love 10 years later? Very "Romeo y Julieta.
" But it still doesn't tell us who he is.
No, but maybe this will.
- What's that? - It's girl numerology.
They use it to see if they have a future with a boy they like.
- Okay.
- No, here.
You assign each vowel a value -- one for "a," two for "e," three for "I," and so on.
Then you count the vowels in both names and you add them in each vowel column.
If the total has three matching numbers, like 43555, it's a good match.
That's numerically random.
That literally makes no sense.
Except for a teenage girl.
Welcome to my world.
Okay, so, if we work backwards, we take the total in Olivia's name, we should be able to find out the kid's name, right? It has three vowels, like her, which rules out Ballard, but not Quero, not Jonathan, and not Alvaro.
Or Eduardo.
Killed for seeing a Saldivar, maybe.
I'm sorry, is it just me, or is it kind of weird that Garcia's letting two cops just hang out in his house all night? Where did they say he was again? It's Olivia's funeral tomorrow.
He's making final arrangements.
- Down on the ground now! - Get on the ground! Get down on the ground now.
Get down! Down on the ground now! Get down! Let me guess.
All you guys got tickets to the gun show, huh? Get out of the car.
You gave me three days to finish my business.
The service isn't until tomorrow.
I stayed in bounds, Eduardo.
I've risked my neck for your business, and this is how you show me respect?! You know what? I'm taking you in.
You can't do that.
What's the charge? In connection with the murder of your niece.
I was the one supposed to go to that meeting in Ybor City.
My brother went instead.
Why didn't you go? I have a temper.
He didn't.
He got killed anyway.
Well, if it's any consolation, it wouldn't have mattered if you'd gone to Ybor City Because Saldivar didn't kill Miguel.
That's my brother's team.
He coached junior league.
This is a hat he gave Olivia.
No, actually, he didn't.
Quero? Olivia's boss at the legal clinic said she spent hours every day on the phone to a boyfriend, someone she'd known for a long time.
She made appointments on Saturday at Palm Beach with a caterer, florist, jeweler -- looks like she was planning on getting married.
Married.
She didn't even have a boyfriend.
Yeah, like you knew she was having an affair? You had your men watching her.
At first I thought they were just asleep on the job, but now I believe one of those men is the man that Olivia was in love with and lying to you about it.
Someone you'd never expect.
- What's this? - Something teenage girls do to see if they have a future with a boy they like.
We found it hidden under the blotter on her desk.
She wrote that when she was 15.
The name that fits that equation is the man who was in love with Olivia -- a tragic, ill-fated love that ended the life of your niece and your brother It's your family, Eduardo.
Someone who played for your brother's junior league team who's been in love with her for a decade but thought they had to hide it from you.
Help me with a name.
Quero? No, not Quero.
His real name.
Quero was a nickname only they knew.
I think you know who I'm talking about.
Why don't you write it down, see if it fits? - I want my lawyer.
- No, you don't Because then you'll shut up, and then he'll shut up.
And we may never find out where your brother is buried.
What's this? It proves that, for years, you were Olivia's secret lover.
These scribbles? It also proves you murdered Olivia and her father, Miguel.
What? Killed her after she figured out that it was you that killed her father, after he forbid you from seeing his 15-year-old daughter.
I mean, a 20-year-old Marielito, someone Miguel took under his wing, opened his family, his business to, but then felt betrayed when you kept seeing her.
Said that he'd kill you if he ever found you near her again.
So you knew you only had one choice -- kill or be killed.
This doesn't prove anything.
If we test the DNA from the sweat stains in this cap, which has been in Olivia's room for the past decade, it'll prove that this cap's yours.
Prove that you're the "Quero" that she called nine times the night she was killed.
Same Quero she'd been having an affair with for a decade but then who stood her up at the Moreno Friday night.
Good luck proving it in court.
You're right.
That won't stand up in front of a jury of 12.
But A jury of one When Miguel turned up missing, you convinced Eduardo that the Saldivars killed him.
Eduardo declared war, didn't want to look weak, and you moved up the family, bombed two of Saldivar's men Like you tried to bomb me, just to prove you'd do anything to gain the respect for his brother's death.
No.
Hey, if I'm wrong, I'm sure one of Eduardo's trusted soldiers will be happy to take care of it.
Save the taxpayers a ton of money.
Olivia was my dream from the minute I saw her.
I never saw anybody so beautiful in all my life.
But I wasn't good enough for Miguel.
He wanted to send her away to boarding school to keep us apart.
Which her Uncle saw to, 'cause he knew that was his brother's wish -- to send her to boarding school.
But you stayed in the picture, hidden from Eduardo.
But after a decade, she wanted to get married and made plans for it next weekend.
I had to ask Eduardo for her hand.
But every time I tried, all I could see was Miguel.
So you didn't ask.
You stood her up, which confused her, made her connect some dots she hadn't connected before.
And then, when she found out from Saldivar that her father and he had had a good meeting in Ybor City, then she knew -- she knew why you didn't ask Eduardo for her hand.
Because you killed Miguel.
I followed her to Saldivar's to try to talk, but she said it was over.
She didn't love me anymore.
She walked away.
Oh, God.
It was an accident.
I swear it was an accident.
I never meant to hurt her, never.
SoQuero -- that's short for "cowboy," right? No.
I -- I never had much school.
When I first saw her on the Mariel, I wrote Olivia a note.
And I -- I misspelled "te quiero.
" "I love you.
" She never forgot.
I want to make a deal.
Actually, I already made one for you.
We got something.
It's a charm he had in his pocket.
We'll confirm with DNA.
I never wanted to be boss.
So walk away While you can.
Ahh.
It's just not that easy.
Gracias.
Congratulations on defusing a delicate situation.
Hey, you know me -- master of tact.
Good, 'cause we have another one.
I got a call from the office of professional responsibility.
The Palm County D.
A.
has been notified that you're having an inappropriate relationship with the wife of one of their cooperating witnesses.
What? How do they know? They know, Jim.
And now it's everyone's business -- including mine, as your superior.
We're adults, Colleen.
We'll work it out.
I know, Jim.
Just stay away, okay? Look, Colleen -- no.
Jim You want my honest opinion here? I think you need to let her family figure it out for themselves.
How can I sit back when I know just what you need? please help me understand 'cause it's just so hard to breathe these waters are rising, making it hard to choose we could be together, could be the perfect two I've been the shoulder that you cry on I've been the rock that helps you stay strong and now I'm caught in the storm I can't deny I'm tired of fighting in the dark one step in the light could crush my heart so I won't always be here to catch your fall oh, oh