Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 5, Episode 5 - Home - full transcript

When Intelligence busts a meth lab run by gang leader Marshall Carter, they uncover a re-homing scam in which children adopted from foreign countries are abandoned, then sold online. ...


- I need you to sign something.
- Huh?

What you got?


Jordan, I was supposed
to sign this a week ago.

How come I'm just now getting it?

I forgot.

And it's all C's.

You're a smarter kid than this, Jordan.

This doesn't even look
like your report card.

Are you gonna sign it, or what?

I'm signing. But understand, Jordan.

It's been a rough couple of weeks,

but there's no excuse for this.

- There's no...



We will talk about that later. Okay?

All right?

Anything new with Antonio?

No, but I still want
to keep an eye on him.

Got a search warrant for the
residence of Marshall Carter.

He's the head of the Night Lords.

He's got priors for
possession, aggravated battery.

They deal out of a house in Hegewisch.

The boonies.

Yeah. My C.I. confirmed

the monthly shipments here
ready for distribution.

Now, here's the thing.
There's an estimated

street value of at least two
mil worth of meth and cocaine

in the dining room.

- How many men?
- Uh, at least six.

The address is 238 Five Oaks Road.

Let's hit it.


♪ ♪


Chicago PD! Turn around.

- Turn around.
- Get down.

- Spread your legs.
- Clear.

- Wider.
- Hey, we got a runner.

Stay against the wall.
Stay on the ground.


The hell you thought you was going, boy?

- Huh?
- Look who it is.

- Mr. Marshall Carter.
- We got him.

That's all of them.

Sit back. Get up.


- You hear that?
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- Oh!
- Hey.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Little guy, little guy.

Little guy. Hey, where you going?

Where you going? Come here, come here.

It's okay. It's okay.

I got you. I got you.



Anybody else in there, Sarge?

Two kids.


Both dead.

♪ ♪

So, the kid's a ghost.
Same with the other two kids.

No one's reported them missing.

I ran facial recognition locally,

nationally, and double
checked with the FBI.

I got nothing.

- They got a name?
- No.

- The kid doesn't speak English.
- I called a few translators.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Look, the fact is three
kids were held captive.

Two of them are dead.
Someone's gonna pay for this.

- Good work.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I know you don't understand me.

But you are in a safe place.


You're from Vietnam?

Thank you.


Tell us about the kids in the shelter.

What kids?


A black kid, a white
kid, and an Asian kid

were found in your storm shelter.

I don't know nothing about no kids.

And that creepy-looking
shelter ain't mine.

It belongs to the house in the back.


♪ ♪

You better hope so.

- Who's your neighbor?
- Hell if I know.

That's the wrong answer, Marshall.

- Excuse me?
- We got you on

methamphetamine production,

and until we learn
otherwise, double homicide.

Oh, yeah. I forget to mention

two of the kids are dead?

C.O.D. for both children was
carbon tetrachloride exposure.

It's a solvent used to extract meth.

So they inhaled fumes?

No, there was toxic water
in their stomach contents.

My guess is the drug dealers
dumped the waste products

into the yard and it seeped
into the ground water.

Okay, so, the kids got thirsty,

drank the puddle of water,
they got sick, and died.

Sounds about right.

- Okay, thanks.
- You're welcome.


Hey. So, we did some checking.

Turns out you're right.

Storm shelter belongs to your neighbor.

What'd I say? I admit to the dope,

but I ain't copping to them kids.

I've never been near that shelter.

You can do some CSI crap to prove it.

You wanna know what
that CSI crap proves?

The meth waste you dumped in the yard

seeped into the shelter.

The kids drank it and died.

Wanna guess what that's called?

It's called criminally
negligent homicide.

I'll tell you everything I know.

I got no allegiance to some freak

who's snatching up little kids.

So start talking.

I saw him two times. Both
times, he was with kids.

First time was two girls.
Second time was three boys.

What did he look like?

Tall white dude. Old, like, 50.

♪ ♪

His name is Quan Vo. He's from Sapa,

a mountain village in northern Vietnam.

- When did he get to Chicago?
- Six weeks ago.

He was living at an orphanage,
and then he was sent to America

to bless a new family.

Okay, uh, the new family.
Does he know their name?

The only name he knows is "Smith."

He was living with them
up until two days ago.

All right, what happened after that?

That couple, the Smiths,
gave him to another couple,

then that couple gave him to another man

who then locked him up
in some sort of cellar.

Can he describe any of these people?



They were all white.

And, uh, their address.
Does he know where they lived?



No, but it was a tan house.

- Near a train.

- Near a train?

- Has a picture of cats.

And it smelled like Banh Socola Bot Nep.

What is that... What?

Can you say that again?

- Banh Socola Bot Nep.
- Banh Socola...

- And that... What is that?
- Food. A Vietnamese dish.

I've never had it before.

Okay, I'm gonna call
a restaurant and see

if I can get that order.

Copy that.

Tell him, "Thank you."


He wants you to know the
other two kids were alive

when he was first locked up.

He told them not to drink the water,

but they didn't listen.

He tried to save them.


♪ ♪

Platt said someone
ordered from Royal Siam?

- Right here.
- Smells delicious.

Okay, the house with the storm shelter's

registered to an LLC in Grand Cayman.

They have about 200
units here in Chicago.

This one was red-tagged
for foundation problems.

It should be empty.

So our suspect was squatting.

Sounds like it.

So we got no name,
no number, no nothing.

Huh. Unbelievable, it's chocolate.

It's chocolate.

Quan said the house he
lived in smelled like this.

- Hey.
- Sweet.

So, must be around one of
the chocolate factories.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What've we got?

Well, they've been to five houses

owned by people named Smith.

Still no hits, so I don't know.

I guess just keep knocking.

Wait, wait, wait a second.

Quan said there was a picture
of what outside the house?




Excuse me. Can I help you?

- Yeah. Officer Atwater.
- This is officer Ruzek.

Chicago PD. We were hoping that

you could help us
identify this little boy.

That's my son, Quan. He's adopted.

What's this about?

Hi. What's going on?

It's the police. They're
asking about Quan.

What... Quan was kidnapped?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Okay. I was away on a business trip.

He... Quan's supposed to be in school.

Right, but he's not.

When was the last time you saw him?

Well, just tell him.

When was the last time you saw Quan?

It was this morning, right?

Two days ago.

Two days ago?

How's that possible?


You know how difficult he was.

All the problems that I was having.

Don't, don't, don't. Stop.

Just tell me what you did.

I... I found a web site,

and there was this really lovely couple.

You gave our son away?

How could you do that? How?

Are you out of your mind?

- How?
- Walk to the kitchen with me.

We're gonna figure this out.

You have to understand
that Quan has issues.

He was always stealing money, food...

It was too much.

But with foreign adoptions,

there's nowhere you can turn for help.

So I started looking for
a support group online.

And that's when I found
this Real Promises web site.

So... You just gave him away?

The orphanage lied to us about him.

We asked for a boy under five,
and instead they sent Quan.

Todd had no idea how bad it was.

He was always working.

I was the one who was home
alone dealing with all of this.

And I was scared. I was...

I was scared that he was
gonna hurt our twin girls.

They're... they're young.
They just turned four.

And you never told your
wife to get rid of him

because he was difficult?

- No.
- Never?

Absolutely not.

Did you ever think she
would do something like this?


I don't care what my
wife said or what she did.

I love my son.

I would do anything to get him back.

It's not that simple.

Why not?

Your wife gave away a
little boy to two strangers,

who then gave him away to
some tall guy who locked him

in a storm shelter.

That's why not.

So you went to this
Real Promises web site,

you sent a message that said, "We
have a child that needs a new home."

The next day you get
a response from a John

and a Penny Marsden, right?

Yeah, they wanted to meet right away.

When exactly did you meet the Marsdens?

That afternoon at 4:00.

When Quan got home from school.

Right, um... What'd
the Marsdens look like?

Um... The husband was short, and, um...

The wife was just average-looking.

Uh, they were probably both about 40.

Okay. Um... Telephone number?



You think I'm awful. I know.

To be honest with you,

I don't think it matters
how bad the situation is.

I think it's very extreme to
give a kid away, Mrs. Smith.

So, what Kate Smith did has a name.

It's called "re-homing."

It's called "unforgivable."

Uh, yeah, but it's legal
in the state of Illinois.

Parents can transfer the
care of foreign adoptees

to someone else with
a power of attorney.

It started a few years
back in chat rooms.

What about the web site Kate Smith used?

It's a sham.

It's been around for six months.

The IP address is routed
through the dark net.

And the origin is listed as Iceland.

This Marsden couple does not exist.

There's not a record of
a John or Penny Marsden

in the Chicago land area.

Shocker. A child trafficker
is using fake names.

So we need to make contact.

Find this Marsden couple
and the mystery man

- they gave Quan to.
- Yo, Sarge,

let me and Kim have a shot at him.

We can pose as a couple
wanting to give a kid away.

Send a message out
there to the web site.

I bet we can draw them in.

All right, good.

Hey, I don't want these re-homing punks

thinking we're on to
them, you understand?

- Copy that.
- Yeah.


Got a male driver and a female passenger

in a light-colored SUV. Illinois tags,

33 John Paul 60.

Copy that.

Vehicle is registered to John Kingsley.

Address listed is the
Tower Lake apartments,

but those were torn down two years ago.

We thought about foreign adoption, too.

But, you know, it all takes money.

- And time.
- I'm tired of waiting.

I wanna be a mother now.

And when I read about your little girl,

I knew that this was meant to be.

Yeah, Penny said she found her angel.

It's true. My heart melted.

So, um, why do you want to give her up?

Uh, trust me, we... we
don't. But, you know with work

- and travel, right?
- Yeah.

We travel so much, I just don't...

I don't think we really can give Naja

- the time she deserves.
- Yeah.

I understand.

Look, you all seem
like really nice people.

But we just wanna make sure

that we don't get into trouble later.

Do you know who started
the Real Promises web site?

Uh... No, but it's legal.

Uh, I know of a couple
that used it before.

They adopted just a
terrific boy from Russia.

- Oh, that's so great.
- Oh.

We would love to talk to them.

Oh, gosh, they were friends
of our old neighbors.

I don't remember their names.

Yeah, we understand It happens.

- So, um, can we meet Naja?

Uh, sorry about that. Of course you can.

But, uh, how about we
check out the house?

Just real quick. We know
that you have pictures.

We are on two acres.
And it's a little rural

for a lot of folks, but we just love it.

- It's beautiful.
- Oh, wow.

Well, hey, let's check this out now.

- I mean, I'm excited.
- Right now?

- Yeah.
- We don't have time

to drive there and
back. But, um, it is...

- It's a very nice house.
- Yeah, it is.

But we're gonna need to check it out,

and maybe talk to a few references, too.

You know, I don't think
you're ready to do this.

- We should leave, John.
- Thank you.


- It was nice to meet you.
- Yeah.


They're headed out to you.

All right.

Doesn't look like a farm in Rosiclare.

Yeah, I don't see that
tire swing, either.

See that?

Looks like there might be
more than two people in there.

We got another car.

5021 David. Hey, uh, squad,

can you run a Illinois passenger,

brown in color, Range Rover,

710 Zebra 5 Nora?

10-4. Where can I hold you down?

90 South Confidential.


5021 Baker. Shots fired, send backup.

Be advised, plain clothes
officers responding.

Copy that.

Chicago PD, drop the gun.

Not until he tells me
what he did to Quan.

- Officer, please.
- Todd, don't do this, man.

- Get out, or I'll kill him.
- No, no, just...

Shut up! Lady, just shut up, okay?

- Step back.
- Get out or he's dead.

You tell them. You tell them

what you did to my son.

Go to the back.

Todd, I know you're upset,
but don't do something

- you're gonna regret here.
- It's not worth it.

- Just let us handle this.
- You got other kids.

They don't wanna grow
up with a dad in prison.

- Put the gun down.
- Please.

- Put the gun down.
- Don't make us do it.

[GRUNTS] They took my boy.


No, they're the criminals.
They've got my kid.

- We need to talk.
- Wait, you're the mother?

No, I'm the police.

- I just want my son.
- Calm down.

Calm down. It's over.


What's worse, people taking the kids,

or the ones giving them
away in the first place?

People taking them,
no doubt. [PHONE RINGS]

I just got a text from Jordan.

- I should go.
- What is it?

I don't know. Some kind of problem

with Vinessa. It's okay.

- What kind of problem?
- He didn't say.

- I just gotta go.
- Well, I'm coming with you.


Hey, hey, what's going on?

- Some guys attacked her.
- What?

I came home and I found her like this.

Huh? Hey, hey, Vinessa.

Are you okay? You okay, baby girl?

Talk to me, huh? What happened?

- What happened?

They pulled me into an alley.

Said they were gonna rape me

'cause "Your brother's a snitch."

What? Okay, what happened after that?

Tell me exactly what happened, Vinessa.


A truck came down the alley,
so they, um, they ran away.

Uh, Vinessa...

These guys, did they
hurt you in any way?

- No.
- Who were they?

Huh? You remember who they were?

I... I don't know. Just, um,

some kids from the neighborhood.

Stop lying, Vinessa. Just
tell us who the guys are.

- Jordan...
- She knows ev...

Jordan, I'm gonna take
care of this, okay?

Just go upstairs and calm down.

I got it. Hey, hey.

I'm so sorry. We gonna figure this out.

Figured Vinessa could
use some hot chocolate.

How the hell did those
kids find out about Jordan?

All he did was pick a photo and testify

- in front of a grand jury.
- I don't know.

How did that happen, Kim? Huh?

I mean, it doesn't make
no damn sense to me.

I just don't get it. And
now I gotta deal with it.

- What does that mean?
- I don't know.



I got a auntie in Texas
who said I should probably

send the kids down
there to live with her.

- What do you think?
- I think those kids need me.

That's what I think.

More than anything, I need them.

So what the hell am I supposed to do?

- Re-home them?
- No, don't even go there.

Kevin, it's completely different.

How? How's it different?

- It... It's just different.
- It doesn't seem

different to me right
now, Kim. Not right now.

You've got this all wrong.

We picked up that boy to rescue him.

Oh, rescue him.

We're working for an
undercover ICE agent.

Clyde Harris.

He's investigating human trafficking,

especially parents giving
away adopted children.

Okay, so, you picked up
Quan, and you gave him

to this ICE agent, Clyde Harris.

- Right.
- But he ended up in a storm shelter.

With two other kids who are both dead.

We met Clyde Harris
a couple of months ago

at a Right to Life rally downtown.

We got to talking, and he said,

"Do you wanna save kids

and maybe make a little extra cash?"

And we said, "Yes."

Save kids, or make extra cash?

- Save kids, of course.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, all right. I won't lie.

- The extra money helps.
- Mmm.

I'm on disability, and
my wife's a realtor.

And, you know, business isn't great.

How much was he giving you?

- $500 a kid.
- $500 a kid?

That's a hell of a payday
for a few hours of work.

We had no reason to doubt Clyde.


Okay, explain to me how this works.

When Agent Harris needs your help,

- how does he contact you?
- He calls my cell phone.

And it's always from a different number.

He tells us who we're supposed
to meet, when, and where.

You pretend to be an infertile couple

who wants to adopt. The Marsdens.

People give us their
kids. No questions asked.

I mean, most of the time, anyway.

And then what? Where
do you take the kids?

Um, we... we meet Agent
Harris out at a truck stop

- near I-94.
- Okay.

Let's try and call Agent Harris.

Maybe we can meet him
at that truck stop.

- What's your pass code?
- 9934.

9934. Which number is for Agent Harris?

It's the second one, but
it changes all the time.

He has to use burner phones
for his job, you know?

- Right.
- You called Clyde this afternoon?

Just to tell him that we
didn't pick up the child.

It's disconnected.

So how'd he find that trailer?

Penny Marsden left behind
a Bright Morning Realty pen

when she signed the
power of attorney form.

He looked up Bright Morning Realty,

saw Penny's picture.

That office address
was that of the trailer.

Hmm. You're sure he's not involved?

I'm pretty freaking positive.
Boss, the way that this guy reacted

when we first talked to him?

On top of that, I dumped his phone.

There's no connection to the Marsdens.

No calls, no texts.

His business trip checks out.

I think that, uh, ditching the kid,

it's on his wife, Kate.

- Give me a minute.
- Yes, sir.


Home invasion, attempted murder,

is serious time, my friend.

Serious time.

Come on.

Why'd you really go see the Marsdens?

I mean, they holding out on you?

They owe you money?

You think I'm involved in
that sick, twisted world?

- I'm asking...
- I'm telling.


That couple took my son.

And they stuck him in a storm shelter.

And they left him there to die.

What would you do if it was your son?


If there was ever any doubt,

just got confirmation from ICE.
There is no Agent Clyde Harris.

There is no undercover
investigation into parents

giving away adopted children.

So either the Marsdens are lying,

or some monster going by Clyde Harris

is playing them real hard.

I think it's choice number two.

I mean, we know there's a
third person involved, right?

Yeah, that meth dealer, Marshall?

Yeah, he told us the neighbor
he saw with the young kid

was a tall white dude.
Marsden is pretty short.

It matches what Quan said, too.

All right, so Clyde's tall. Fantastic.

Let's track him down.

Why don't we go to
the truck stop at I-94?

See if we can pull some video.

Hey, um, I gotta go.

Jordan and Vinessa, they're
not answering the phone

- so...
- Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Go, go, go.

Hey, where's Jordan?
I've been calling y'all all day.

Okay, don't get mad at me.

- I tried to stop him, but...
- Stop him from what?

What are you talking about? Is he here?

He went to find the boys who grabbed me.

Vinessa, you told me you
didn't know who they were.

I lied. I knew one of them.

- Deon Barnes.
- Okay, where does he live?

Near 65 and Jefferson.

Jordan said he was gonna kill him.

What? What'd you just say?

He was so mad. I...



Vinessa, lock the doors and
don't let anybody in this house.

You hear me?




Jordan, what the hell are you doing?


Jordan, stop!



- Jordan!
- Leave me alone, man!

Give me the gun. Give me the gun.

What the hell is wrong with you, Jordan?

What were you gonna do?
You were gonna kill them.

You was gonna kill them, huh?
Well, if I'd have rolled up

a minute later, your
ass would have been dead.

- I... I couldn't...
- I know you couldn't.

And you know why you couldn't?

Because you're not that person, Jordan.

Okay? That's not you.

Damn, I'm mad. I get it.

- You're mad, too.
- No, you don't get it.

What do you mean?
You think I don't wanna

- whoop they ass?
- This is your fault.

You made me do this. You...
you made me testify...

Don't blame it on me,
man. It's not like that.

- Why did you make me do it?
- Because we sat down

and we decided this was the right thing.

You decided!

You! Not me!

I don't give a damn
about being a role model.

I ain't ask for this.

Vinessa, she ain't ask for this.

Don't you get that?

Damn. Jordan.

Jordan, look at me, bro.

I didn't mean for that to happen.

I'm only doing my best to protect y'all.

To be there for y'all.

I got it wrong this time.

I'm sorry.

I just got it wrong
this time, that's all.

All right, so there's the Marsdens

right there with Quan.
That's gotta be Clyde Harris.

Can you get any closer?

Not without sacrificing detail.

You can't see his face
anyway with the ball cap on.

There's no license plate on that RV.

Looks like Clyde's
trying to give Quan food.

Yeah, from Burger-N-Dash.

Okay, I'm gonna pull video
from nearby locations,

see if we can get a
better look at this guy.

Right on.

Hey, guys.

Got a clear image of Clyde Harris

from a Burger-N-Dash
near the truck stop.

Facial recognition matches Clyde Dupree.

He's got a prior for ivory smuggling.

Ivory smuggling? Is that a joke?

No, uh, he paid a $10,000 fine.

He did two months probation.

His new business model's
pretty much the same.

He just changed the cargo.


- Give us a sec to get around.
- Yeah.

- Chicago PD.
- Hit it.

He went out the back.




- Where's Clyde Dupree?
- I don't know who that is.

You were just in his apartment.

He moved out this morning.

I thought I could take
what he left behind.

I panhandle outside.
I saw the guy pack up

and leave in a hurry.

He threw that in the hall dumpster.

I thought I could
find something to sell.

Looks like papers for
something called Sanctuary Row.

How did Clyde know we were on to him?

Uh, he's cautious. Read the papers.

Thinks three of his kids are dead.

Knows the police are all over it.

Guys, I found something. Sanctuary Row.

This dark net stuff is pretty rough.

I feel like I need a shower.

Exotic animals. Royal
Stripe Ball Python.

Female, ten years old.

Pale coloring, well behaved. Very rare.

He's talking about the kids.

Yeah, he's got four animals listed.

He's selling four kids.

Click on this old link.

How many kids has he auctioned off?

- 18.
- This guy's sick.

He sets up a re-homing site
so he can find his product,

and then he auctions
them off on the dark net.

Says here the auction
closes in 19 minutes.

Winners will be notified of a
pick-up location at that time.

Start bidding.

How are we gonna pay for it?

It's gonna be tough to
get flash money in time.

Just let me worry about
that. You make sure you win.

That wire transfer went okay?

Yeah, I took the money from your locker,

had my C.I. make the actual transfer.

- Fingerprints aren't on it.
- Good.

So, I checked Antonio's phone today.

He got a call a couple
nights ago from Woods.

Lasted three minutes.

- Three minutes?
- Yeah.

So they had something to talk about.

Red pick-up truck coming in.

White male driver. Illinois tags.

57 Adam Victor 2 Union.

Copy, I see him.

This should be the last one.

All the auction winners are here now.

All right, plates are registered

to Maryann Richter, 788 Pine Place.

Well, that don't look
like a Maryann to me.

White, male.

- Mid-30s.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold up.

I'm getting a, uh, hit
on the pick-up's address.

Daniel Richter, 35,
registered sex offender.

Lives with his mother, Maryann.

All right, check your phones, everybody.

I'm gonna send over a photo of this guy.

I'm gonna need a positive.


Hey, honey. Yeah, I'm
positive I'll be late tonight.

- That's a positive.
- Okay.

Love you, too.


We've got a Winnebago.

Yeah, it looks like our guy.

That's him, 100 percent.

- Confirmed.
- All right, Burgess.

Start creeping in
real slow. Upton, same.

Atwater, Antonio, on my command.

Come on.

Come on, come on.


We need him away from that trailer.

Chances are the other three
kids are in there, too.

Move in.



Hey, police! Don't move.

Do not move.

Come on.


Back off, or I'll kill her.

Please, please.

- Back off!
- Please!

Stop walking, or I'll shoot.

I swear to God, I'll shoot.

I'll shoot. I swear to God.


Come with me. It's okay.



- Where are the other kids?

- Where are the other kids?
- In the camper.


- Where are the other...

All of them.

You've been doing this six months.

[GRUNTS] I don't remember.

- Wrong answer.

You got one last
chance. Only this time...

Hey, hey, hey!

You don't give me the right answer...

- Enough!
- Turn over. Turn over!

I want you to see it coming.

- Hank, enough!
- Hey, Sarge,

if you kill him, we can't get the kids.


Okay? Hank.

Come on, get up. Get up!

- Get up!

Hey, come on, guys.

Hey, come on out. It's okay.

All right? Don't be scared.

- Okay?
- Don't be scared.

Can you breathe for me?
In and out, just slow.

You guy are safe now. All right?

I want a lawyer. I want a lawyer!

Right now...

Is your one chance to tell me

where the rest of those kids are.

And give me the passwords to
all your twisted web sites.

What's in it for me?

Your ability to live.

Excuse me?

You're gonna be placed
in general population

at Cook County. And, um,

believe me when I tell you...

There's a lot of real bad people there.


But they... they have their own...

code of conduct.


The one thing they really hate...

is people who hurt children.

I mean, they do all
kinds of things to them.

Torture, rape...

You give me what I'm asking for...

I'll make sure you're
placed in special population.

You'll be protected there.

If not, well...


Offer expires in 30 seconds.

You serious about special
population for him?

Hell no. I already called
my friend at Cook County.

Clyde is gonna get what's
coming to him, trust me.



Oh, uh, patrol picked up

six of the kids on Clyde's list.

The rest are in the wind.

At least we saved some of them, huh?

It's a good thing we
found that auction in time.


Speaking of which...

how'd you get the money
for the auction so fast?

Why are you so interested?


So you can tell Woods?

Excuse me?

You've been talking to him, haven't you?

Some State's Attorney named Potter.

You spied on me?

That a yes?

Potter's working the Lopez homicide.

You remember that, don't you?

- Oh, yeah.
- Potter had a few questions

about the case, since
Lopez wound up dead

after we released him.

Was Woods there?


They think I'm involved?

They do.

What'd you say?

Not a damn thing.

You and I might disagree
on certain things,

but I don't do business like that.

Never have.

What's up, Sarge?

- Checking in.
- Yeah, everything okay?

Yeah, thanks. How you doing?

I'm all right. Take a seat.

Thanks. Want a beer?

- Don't mind if I do.
- Yeah.

- It's been a hell of a day.
- Right?

To a hell of a day.


Quiet around here. Where are the kids?

On the plane to Texas.

- Texas?
- Yeah, believe it or not.

I mean, at the end of the day, Sarge,

I won't forgive myself if anything
really happened to those kids.

So I made the best decision.

For them, anyway.

For the family.



I understand.

I understand.