Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 3 - Under the Influence - full transcript

I hope you're getting everything
you need from this, Jason.

I am, thanks.

It's so great of you guys,

letting me ride around
like this.

It's... it's really gonna help
add realism to our scripts.

Can't write what you know if
you don't know what you write.

Ah, wise words, Detective Mike.

Ah, Lieutenant...
Lieutenant Mike.

So, Andrews...

Uh, call me Jason.

So, uh, Andrews, this TV show



that you and Lieutenant Mike
write for...

I'm not the writer.
I'm the technical advisor.

Right... uh, Lieutenant Mike
is just making sure

that we follow
rules and regulations

and we use police jargon and...

okay, so what's
this show about?

Uh, it's called
"badge of justice."

And it's about
a small team of detectives

fighting crime and corruption
inside the L.A.P.D.

What corruption?

Oh, you know, the usual...

beating up suspects,
planting evidence.

Taking bribes,
racial profiling.

Uh... Jason.



Uh, what is it
you'd most like to see?

Just a normal day.

Ha. I'd say about 90%
of our normal day is paperwork.

Our day isn't all that different
than what you do.

Uh, why aren't we going
after that guy?

Shouldn't we be in hot pursuit?

That guy's not our problem.
And don't say "hot pursuit."

There are bright red lines
of responsibility

within the L.A.P.D.

Speeding cars are handled
by patrol unless it's dangerous.

All units in the vicinity.

22-a-47 is in pursuit
of a silver Taurus.

Possibly armed and dangerous.

Okay, looks like
we're gonna have some fun.

- There they are.
- Clear!

The most important thing to remember
about a high-speed chase...

ls safety first. Clear.

Uh, Detective Sanchez,
if it's safety first...

Clear! ...Shouldn't you
be wearing your seatbelt?

No. Clear!

Clear!

It's, like, the law,
though, right?

Look. If somebody shoots at us,
I want to get out of the car.

Maybe jump out of the way.

Seatbelts can get you killed.

- Don't do that.
- Why not?

If you hurt yourself
during a crash,

we have liability issues.

But if you get shot,

we're off the hook
'cause you signed a release.

So until this chase is over...
and the way this guy is driving,

that shouldn't take too long...

I want you to slump down
in your seat...

Clear!

Good. We got him!

See? Easy as that.

Get out of the car!

Do it! Do it now!

Stay there
until I wave for you.

Throw your keys out
and get on the ground now!

Get your hands in the air!

Do it now!

Do it now!

Get out of the car!

- Get out of the car.
- Put

your hands where
we can see them!

Get on the ground!

Get out of the car. Slowly.

No sudden moves.

Stand up straight!

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands on your head!

Turn around! Slowly!

Turn around.

Get on the ground!

All right.

Keep your hands
behind your head!

What's your name? Are you hurt?

Hey! Look at me
when I'm talking to you!

Where did all this blood
come from?

Are you hurt?

What did you people do to him?

He was like that
when we found him.

Blood's nearly dry. See?

I asked you a question!

Where is all this blood from?

The guy's not hurt at all.

So what's with all the blood?

It's what we call a clue,
Jason.

Excuse me.

Officer cotty,
why did you give chase?

Suspect took a corner,
clipped the curb,

and the lid to his trunk
popped off.

We tried to pull him over
just to say,

"hey, you dropped something."

Then we saw
he was covered in blood.

- Any I.D. On him?
- No, sir.

No wallet, no phone.
Just an extra set of these.

So, he has two sets of keys.

Well, these belong
to a range rover.

Anything on this vehicle?

Registered to a rosa Vega,
living in east L.A.

Not a code 37
or a code 6 Charles.

Thanks.

- What's that mean?
- Those codes?

It means the car has not been
reported stolen... Yet.

Whose blood is this?

If this blood belongs to
someone who's still alive

and they die
while you're standing here...

You have a wife? Huh?

I'm going to arrest her.

You have a dog?!
I'm gonna kill it!

He probably
doesn't even have a dog.

Whose blood is this?!

Whoever this Mr. blood is,

his prints didn't turn up
in AFIS,

so I'm guessing
no criminal record.

And when I called the dmv

for a thumbprint match
for an I.D., nothing.

And this rosa Vega, who
the vehicle is registered to?

Legal resident alien.

Been in the U.S.
for about eight years.

No criminal record,

and her car still has not
been reported stolen.

Which means Mrs. Vega doesn't
know her vehicle is missing,

or she lent it
to Mr. blood here,

or... or it was her
blood on our suspect.

Has anyone been in contact
with Mrs. Vega?

No, we've been
trying to call her.

Flynn and Provenza are on
their way to her residence now.

These are Mr. Blood's clothes.

There is no
Abercrombie & Fitch in Mexico.

The sunglasses
are Oliver peoples,

and he's got
an expensive haircut.

He could be living here,

but he has
a lot of Mexican tattoos.

Maybe he's in the U.S.
because he's wanted in Mexico.

That theory's good enough
to get the FBI involved.

You're totally profiling
that guy.

Excuse me, Mr... Andrews.

Mr. Andrews,
you are not recording this.

- Oh, is that not okay?
- Without our permission?

No, it's not okay.
I got this, buzz.

Mr. Andrews, this is
an ongoing investigation.

Lieutenant Mike said there's
no expectation of privacy

in a police station.

It was a story point
in episode two of his series.

Suspects have
no expectation of privacy.

I do. Your phone, please.

Special agent Fritz Howard,
please.

Do you even know
if that blood has human DNA?

Contrary to what you see
on television,

it takes more than an hour
to get the results on DNA.

But serum tests are back,

and the blood
on the suspect's clothes

is definitely human.

Oh, sure.

Special agent Howard
is out of the office.

They transferred me to Morris.

You want me to hold on?
Yes, I might need him.

So, now you can arrest
this guy?

For what? He's covered
in human blood.

Which is not a crime.

But he left his trunk lid
in the street... littering.

Reckless driving,
and without a license.

And perhaps he didn't
use his signal when turning.

Three or more moving violations
while refusing to pull over.

That's felony evasion.

Great idea, captain.

God, Amy.

Hey! Captain.

What? I-I can't
take notes either?

Mr. Andrews, what part
of ongoing investigation

do you not understand?

The L.A.P.D. Gave me permission

to observe Lieutenant Mike
at work.

Right, and Lieutenant Mike

is going to let you
observe somewhere else.

Of course, ma'am.
Come on, Jason.

This is pretty cool.
I'm on hold with the FBI.

Uh... Jason.

Oh. Uh... Amy.

One last time.

Did you do something

to this woman
who owns the car you stole?

Rosa Vega?
Did you do something to her?

Where is she?
Tell me where she is!

Hey, hey. Don't bring that.

This new cleanse
can't get too hot.

It's in an insulated thermos.

You can't undo 50 years
of treating your body

like a science experiment
with a cleanse.

Do us all a favor.
Eat a hot dog.

Yeah, well, I'm not a quitter.

Is it too late? Is she dead?

Mrs. Vega? L.A.P.D.

Are you there?

There was a lot of blood
on your clothes.

It's been hours. Is it over?

Is she dead?

If she's dead,
we're going to find her.

You know that, right?

Wait, I-I see something.

Help make things right
for this lady.

Yeah! There's movement!

Tell me what you did,

and I will help you
straighten out this mess.

Mrs. Vega, L.A.P.D.

Are you all right, ma'am?
What's happened?

Abogado.

"Abogado" means that...

I know, buzz.

He wants an attorney.

It wasn't
the car owner's blood.

So who did he kill?

Agent Morris,
thank you for coming so quickly.

Well, I shouldn't have.
In case you didn't know,

print matches
can be faxed to my office.

I send them
to the Mexican consulate,

and within three hours,
you'd have this guy's record.

If he has one. He does.

How can you be so sure?

He knew exactly
how to get out of his car

so we wouldn't shoot him,
and he didn't wreck his vehicle.

And he won't talk to us,

so he's either deaf
or very smart.

In addition to Mexico,
you may want to check with

the consulates
in central America and Brazil.

Maybe the arab peninsula, too.
You never know.

What are you talking about?

Our suspect
was covered in human blood.

We need to make certain

he isn't a part of
some terrorist plot.

And that's really
more yospecialty than ours.

Seriously? Yeah.

Captain,
the public defender's here.

Thank you, Detective.

Oh, I get it.

You're calling him
a potential terrorist

so I can monitor
him with his lawyer.

The national security interests
of the United States

trump attorney/client
privilege.

Better safe than sorry.

Man, does Fritz Howard
have you people spoiled.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Always a delight, Morris.
Always a delight.

David.

How are you?

Fine, captain.
I appreciate the call.

Well, we like to
bring in professionals

we know will
do the right thing.

Right.

Detective Sykes explained
the situation to me.

We are at felony evading.
Is that all?

So far, but if there is
a person out there

whose blood
matches the human blood

we found
on your client's clothes,

and that person is still
alive, David... okay, okay.

Before you go on about
exigent circumstances,

let me hear
my client's side of the story.

Of course.

Detective Sykes, will you please
show Mr. Ahmed to his client.

Yes, ma'am. Right this way.

Ahmed?

That's the best we could do?

Well, his father
is retired L.A.P.D.

And he's better than most.

Hey. Does anybody
have a minute?

I'm in the middle
of a huge crisis.

Does this crisis involve
another threatening letter?

Uh, no.

Look... we were ordered
to write this practice essay

for our college-entrance
application,

and my English teacher
completely tore mine apart.

Rusty, that doesn't exactly
sound like a crisis to me.

You haven't read the essay.
Oh, no.

Well, I don't really have time
to look at it right now.

Sorry, Rusty.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...
if I'm really gonna monitor

your suspect's conversation
with his attorney,

I can't let you back in here.

But...
You'll need a translator.

Unless any of you
speak arabic or Farsi?

But my equipment.
I have to monitor...

adios.

I'm pretty sure that's
a civil rights violation...

uh, listening to that guy
talk with his lawyer.

Hmm.

Actually, Shakespeare,
it's not.

We are following the law.

And if you don't believe me,
you can look it up.

Want to help him out, Mike?
He's yofriend.

"Providing appropriate tools
required to intercept

and obstruct terrorism
act of 2001."

Otherwise known
as the patriot act.

"Patriot's" an acronym?
Oh, yeah.

Someone was very proud
the day they thought of it.

It gives

government agencies
the right to surveil

all criminal activities
if they suspect terrorism.

Provenza.

Uh-huh. Yes, Mrs. Vega.

Yes, ma'am. We're gonna
get your car back to you

as soon as we can.

Mm-hmm.

What are you doing, julio?

In addition to the Taurus,

our suspect had
the keys to a range rover.

I'm checking to see how many
of them were stolen recently.

Meanwhile, we could be
saving someone's life,

and we are standing here
doing nothing.

So, as I was saying,

I have to do this
practice essay over again

just because,
in sister Mary's dumb opinion,

my subject was "inappropriate."

And she gave me the topic
herself!

"Write about the person
in your life

who has
influenced you the most."

I proofed it. Just read
the first line. Okay.

"From the day I finally learned
to tie my shoes,

"the person who has exercised
the most influence in my life

is me."

Mm.

What? It's true.

Don't you think your mom
maybe had some influence, too?

She's not my mom.
And who are you anyway?

This is Jason.
He's a TV writer.

Oh, what show?
Uh, it's not on yet.

Anyway, yes, yes, my essay
is a little edgy for nuns,

but I was supposed to
write about my life,

and that is what I did.

Rusty, this essay makes you
sound arrogant and conceited.

Arrogant?

You are rewriting it.

Sharon, I was literally
just... oh, no, I'm sorry.

You want to keep your laptop
and your cellphone?

You can't
take my things away from me.

They are not your things.
They are my things.

And you can only keep them
while making mature decisions.

Which, in this case,

means following the instructions
of your teacher.

Sure she's not your mom?

This is so completely unfair.

You're not using
the word "influence" properly.

Do you, uh... do you have
a dictionary laying around?

Yeah, yeah.
There's one back here.

We've got something.

A range rover was stolen
this morning in north L.A.

Captain?

You are no longer facing
exigent circumstances,

and your suspect
is not a terrorist.

May I ask how the bureau
can be so sure of that?

The FBI has no intel

linking terrorists
with a chop shop in northridge.

Somewhere near chapel street.

Might be a good place to start
looking for our range rover.

Julio.

I smell a chop shop.

Buzz, you hang back a little.

Hold my cleanse.

Hey!

There's nobody here!

All clear, buzz!

Someone left in a hurry.

Oh, God. Lieutenant Provenza,
I think this is blood.

More over here.

Whoa.
There's drag marks here, too.

Oh.

Take a second, buzz.

Go ahead. Take a second.

Holy hell.

Stiff in the middle...
that's Jose garza.

Goes by "pepito."

This guy steals drugs
from other gangs

and deals them
around night clubs.

Was not a good guy.

But if this was gang-related,

these guys would have been
all shot up.

Instead of cut open with
their insides pouring out.

Provenza.

Lieutenant, good news.

Mr. Ahmed has informed me

that his client
is willing to talk with us.

Well, that's great, captain.

Because we have
a whole lot of new questions

we'd like to ask him.

That's what you told me.

Plus a few embellishments
for production value.

Um...

Sorry about...
Your mom and... and stuff.

Seems like a tough time.

Yeah, yeah. My mom was, um...

Wow. Wow.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
this is exactly what I need!

Thank you, but do you mind

if I just rewrite it
a little bit

so that it sounds more like me?

That's what my boss does.

Sure. Do what you want with it.

Man, that was fast, too. I don't
know how to thank you, man.

Uh, you could tell me
if Amy is single.

Or dating.

Amy? Detective Sykes.

Oh that Amy.

Uh, well, she's not married.

Dating, I guess
I could find out for you.

While the captain and Sanchez

are interviewing our suspect,
Lieutenant tao asked

if you'd like to meet him
at the print shed.

Yeah, what's a "print shed"?

Oh, it's where we examine cars

like the one
our suspect was driving.

I can take you if you want.
Oh, but, watch it, Amy.

Your boyfriend might get mad
if he finds you

hanging out with someone
good-looking like Jason.

What are you talking about?
I don't have a boyfriend.

The world
according to teenagers.

Uh, so... Print shed. I'm in.

Also, I want to remind you

that the admission
my client will be making...

Don't worry, hobbs.

As soon as
his attorney shuts up,

the guy's gonna confess.

No one
was in the vehicle at the time.

The keys had been left in the open...
Provenza.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Vega.

I assure you that...
yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am, I will
get your car back to you

just as soon as we can.

Bye-bye.

Woman is driving me crazy.

What are you so upset for?
She wants her car back.

I'm not upset about that.

I'm upset that
you ran out of business cards

and I had to give her one mine.

As they have in ours.

My client's name is Juan Diaz.

He steals cars,
delivers them to a chop shop,

and helps strip the vehicles
of whatever is valuable.

You were there this morning,
Mr. Diaz?

At the chop shop? Sí. Yes.

I work in the pit.

This morning, I-I-I did what
we all do... I stole a car.

This one
from outside a Starbucks,

and then I drove it to work.

I parked it down the street

to make sure
that I wasn't being followed.

Then I... I went inside

to take apart what was already
in the garage... the Taurus.

I was standing in the pit
when...

when I heard some...
some yelling and...

and... and screaming.

They were fighting.

Did you recognize the voice?

No. No.

So, what did you do
after the yelling?

I started to climb out,

and then... and then somebody
just fell on top of me,

bleeding everywhere.

And then... and then
another body fell in,

and... and... and another body.

And I... I hid underneath them.

What were their names? What?

What were the names of the men
who fell on top of your client?

You work with them, Juan.
What were their names?

I don't know their real names.

Okay, we weren't friends!

I didn't ask who they were,
they didn't ask about me.

All I know is these guys
were bleeding

when they were
thrown on top of me.

And if I wouldn't have hid,
I would be dead, too.

So you stayed in the pit
until...?

Until I felt it was safe.

I looked around to make sure

that no one was alive,
and I climbed out

and... and got into the car
we were taking apart

and... and drove away.

Why did you run from the police

when you knew there were
bodies in the garage?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Do you understand

how horrific
these circumstances were?

Juan was afraid.

He was covered in blood
in a stolen car,

in the country illegally.

Look... he's already
been through hell.

He committed no serious crime,

and he is more than willing
to self-deport.

I just want to go back home.

Please.

I want to go back home.

I've heard nothing inconsistent

from the evidence
we found at the crime scene.

As far as I can tell,

your suspect
is not only a victim,

but a witness...
to a triple homicide.

And he might be
seriously traumatized.

When we pulled him over,
he looked okay to me.

Well, he could be
suffering from shock.

His explanation
covers what we know.

Okay, what about something
that Juan doesn't know?

Like the names
of the three victims.

And why did he drive off
in a Taurus

if he had
a range rover outside?

Why was he working
with gangbangers

dressed up like
he was going to Beverly hills?

This story, ma'am,
is not credible.

But the identity
of at least one of the victims

does mesh with
this version of events.

Pepito garza stole drug
shipments from several gangs.

He had a death wish.

Maybe one of the cartels
is involved.

Okay, what was pepito doing
in a chop shop?

Okay, I'll tell you,
this Juan is involved in drugs.

Then find me some evidence
to prove it.

Or find me the killer.

And maybe we can
get your bloody friend

some protection as a witness.

Might want to hold off on that.

Your suspect may not
have a record in the U.S.,

but he's got one in Mexico.

Manuel Luis Vega aguilar.

His name's not Juan.

Manuel Luis. He's a liar.

And he's wanted
for drug racketeering.

His prints set off alarms
with the federales.

Mexico has an arrest warrant
out for him.

And they're asking
for him back, asap.

Yeah,
he offered to self-deport.

He wants to go home
because he's cartel

and he can bribe himself out.

Manuel Luis veaguilar.

Vega.

What am I missing?
In Latin countries,

children retain the last names
of both their parents.

His father's last name
is aguilar

and his mother's last name is Vega.
It was her Taurus he was driving.

And Mrs. Vega is very interested
in getting that Taurus back.

She's called me
five times already.

If julio is right... I am.

And our suspect is cartel...
He is.

Then instead of
just printing the Taurus,

we need to
completely take it apart.

Why? What are you looking for?

Black tar heroin.

And a lot of it.

Probably close to
$3 million worth.

Hollowing out the dashboard.
The show could use that.

But doesn't border patrol
check for things like this

with drug dogs
and electronic sniffers?

Well, with the amount of cars

coming in and out of Mexico
each day,

not every one can be checked.

This is
an inconspicuous vehicle.

It's mostly large cars,
s.U.V.S, and vans

that are pulled aside
and searched.

And these dryer sheets
wrapped up in the heroin

disguise the smell.

It's not 100%.

But if the dog doesn't
get in the car, it works.

This passenger side airbag
has been removed.

Nothing but heroin.

This is great!

I mean, you know,
from a story standpoint.

So, what's next?

Mrs. Vega, sorry it took so

long to get your
vehicle back to you.

Oh. You don't know
how worried I was.

Do you know if anything
got stolen out of it?

Well, you'd be a better judge
of that than us, ma'am.

We're all set, julio.

We're all set, Mrs. Vega.
Sign here, ma'am, please.

Gracias.

Okay, so, if there's
anything else we can do,

you have
Lieutenant Provenza's number.

Yes.

Thank you.

We got her.

Mrs. Vega has taken the bait.

Copy that. Heading in.

Mrs. Vega? Just one more thing.

You're under arrest.

Step out.

Turn around and face the car.

Rosa Vega, you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in the court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,

one will be appointed for you
by the state.

Have you heard
and understood these rights

as they have been read
to you, ma'am?

Wow! It worked!

That's...
That Amy is... is really tough.

Hey, what do you think about
me maybe coming in tomorrow,

just to see you guys finish up?

Tomorrow? Why not?

This new essay
is very well done.

I can't believe you wrote

all those wonderful things
about me.

Thanks.

I just, you know,

focused on what's important
in my life.

No. I can't believe
you wrote all those things.

This essay sounds
nothing like you at all.

Yes, it does. It's me.

I mean, it's... it's mostly me.

I had a little help
from that Jason guy.

But look, Sharon.

It's all about
how important you are.

I don't want to be
the subject of an essay

that someone else
helped you write.

This feels like cheating.

And I'm not the most important
influence in your life.

Whoa, okay, first,
I did not cheat.

It's my story.

Jason only helped me

with the organization
and the wording.

Well, we'll ask your teacher

if that qualifies as your story

and I'll go with her decision.

And secondly, you have to be
the biggest influence, Sharon,

because if I say
ithe biggest influence,

then everyone tells me
I'm a huge egomaniac.

Which we know is not true.

And I live with you.

So, you're the influence.

But why do you live
with me, Rusty?

That's the question
you need to ask.

So, what you're saying

is that I have to
write this essay all over again.

You do.

But think about this,

influences can be both bad
and good at the same time.

My son's an idiot.
And that's the truth.

He's not smart enough to
smuggle drugs past you people.

Well, we're not so sure
about that

because your little Taurus

seemed to be
pretty well-designed.

Enough so that it could carry
$3 million worth of heroin

across the border.

If he did that,
my son really is an idiot.

Stopping at a Starbucks
to drink coffee?

With a car
with all that heroin in it?

That is so stupid,
I can't even think about it.

How could she know that?

The suspect had no phone
when you found him.

He must have tossed it
during the chase.

I'll find it. Okay.

Why is that important?

It means our suspect was
in contact with his mother

after her car was stolen.

She knew what he was doing.
Maybe pushed him to do it.

What we want to know,
the longer you're gonna sit here.

Okay. This is the story.

And it's never going to change.

We didn't know anything
about the heroin in that car.

Well, that's curious,

because you knew
exactly where to look for it.

It wasn't heroin
that I pulled out of my car.

It was molding Clay
that you put there.

I was never in possession
of any illegal drugs.

You can't arrest me for that.

You sound like an attorney.

I am an attorney. In Mexico.

But I've studied
your laws, too,

which is how I know that you
have nothing to charge me with.

But we have plenty
against your son.

He murdered three people
in a chop shop.

I don't believe you.
He didn't do that.

Why would he do that?

Trying to get your drugs back.

Trying to get my car back,
you mean.

And if that's true,

Manuel had every right
to kill those people.

And what makes you think that?

If he was fighting
to regain his own property,

it's not murder.

It's self-defense.

My client had a right
to pursue his mother's car.

He wasn't going after the car,
he was going after his heroin.

The law doesn't distinguish

between legal
and illegal property.

Anything Manuel did
fighting to get his car back

is considered self-defense.

It wasn't his car.

It was registered
under his mother's name.

A distinction
without a difference.

He was driving the Taurus
with rosa Vega's permission.

If the thieves fought him when
he tried to get his car back...

and you have no evidence
to the contrary...

that makes all three of these
deaths justifiable homicides.

Is that for real?

As much as
I hate to say so, yes.

If he says that the guys in
the chop shop tried to stop him,

then...

He was fighting
for his narcotics.

If you can prove
they belonged to him,

yes, captain,
he's allowed to fight back,

his property is his property.

Even if it's contraband.

So, we'll plead guilty
to borrowing a range rover

and call it a day.

Ahmed, it's three counts
of second-degree murder.

That's the best
it's ever gonna get.

And that deal
has a clock on it.

You want to talk about clocks?

By my calculations,
you have less than 24 hours

till habeas corpus kicks in.

I'm ready
for arraignment right now.

Let's find a judge,
see what happens.

Drug possession?
And illegally "borrowing" a car?

Ahmed was right.

If Manuel protected himself
trying to take back the Taurus,

that's self-defense.

And with Manuel's mother
corroborating his story,

we can't even hold her
much longer.

Well, you could have,
if you had put

the heroin back in the car
instead of the Clay.

That would have been illegal.

We're not allowed
to monkey around

with controlled substances
like heroin.

So she walks?
How is that possible?

Captain, what should we do

with our newest candidate
for mother of the year?

Mrs. Vega seems to be
the brains of this outfit.

I wonder if the federales
are interested her.

I thought you guys were
worried that if we sent them

back to Mexico the cartel would
bribe your suspect out of jail.

He wanted to self-deport.

That was before
we found the heroin.

Manuel thought that we would
give the car back to his mother.

Now we've got the drugs,
they don't.

Mother and son may prefer
to avoid their cartel friends.

After losing
$3 million worth of heroin?

Can you imagine the welcome
they would get back in Mexico?

I'm guessing no parades.

Do we have prints on Mrs. Vega?

In case she's wanted
under another name?

We'll get them for you
in a moment.

He threw his phone out
before he turned onto

the cul-de-sac
where we caught him.

Interesting texts with mama.

What's it say?

He messaged her before
he went inside the chop shop,

and she texted back,
"don't come home without..."

"The car and everything in it."

"Now they know who we are.

Before you leave, make sure that
they don't bother us again."

This isn't an order
to execute anyone.

Mrs. Vega, the d.A.
Has authorized me to say

that if you give up the names
of your business partners,

we will work with you
on senncing.

Look, we'll hold your
son in America for his crimes

instead of sending him
back to Mexico.

Which, if you don't help us,
we will do.

If you have to
send him to Mexico,

send him to Mexico.

That's his problem.

You still have
no evidence against me.

Tonight, tomorrow,
eventually, you will let me go.

That's how it works.

Mrs. Vega, I don't think

you understand
what we're saying here.

If your boy
goes back to Mexico...

yes, it's a little sad.

But Manuel has made mistakes
that he's gonna have to pay for.

Look,
the answer to your problems

is staring you in the face,
and we all know it.

Hand my son over
to the federales.

And let justice be done.

You can't do this.
Can't do what, Ahmed?

Send my client back to Mexico.

This is the imposition of the
death penalty by other means.

It's a crime against
everything we stand for

and our legal system.
Let me help you with this.

I'm prepared to make a deal.

Three counts murder one,
life without parole.

In exchange, Manuel tells me
everything I want to know

about his mother's
drug operation.

Or we can give your client
a little going-away fiesta.

I'll even bring the piñata.

He'll never talk
about his mother.

Oh, yes he will.

Or what?

Or what's about to happen
to Mrs. Vega will happen to him.

We ran her prints.

Your client's mother
is wanted by Mexico, as well.

But before she goes,

perhaps she'll provide her son
with a good example for once.

No! No! You can't do this!

I haven't done anything!
Please!

Oh! You don't understand!
They'll have me killed!

No! Don't! Please don't
send me back! Please!

No! No! Please!
They'll kill me! Please!

Please don't send me back!
Please!

Please don't send me back!

So, here's our new offer.

Your client gives us
his statement of facts,

wherein he admits
to sneaking up on the victims

and killing them
in order to get his heroin back.

Or...

He follows the good mother
to Mexico.

Which is it, David?

I'll take life. Served here.

My God.

90% paperwork.

10% other stuff.
This was the other stuff.

Car chases,
guys covered in blood,

heroin, evil mothers.

Not our normal day-to-day.

I forgot to say how nice it was
to meet you, Amy.

Oh.

Well... Nice to meet you, too.

And good luck with your show.

Oh. Thanks.

Uh...

Hey, do... do you have a card
or something?

I mean, would... would it
be okay if I called you?

I-I t-think it'd be nice
to... to talk to you sometime

if you ever have a minute.
Sure.

Call me. Whenever you want.

With questions.

Right... questions. I will.

And, uh... Thanks.

Sure.

"As my mother drifted
further and further away"

"under the influence of crack
and finally disappeared,

"in a curious contradiction
of our circumstances,

"her effect on the choices
I make has only increased.

"I sometimes wonder

"why she could not choose me
over using drugs,

"but I will never wonder if
I will do that to other people.

"And I won't run away
from my problems again,

"no matter how threatening
they may seem.

"These are the lessons
my mother taught me,

even as she failed
to learn them herself."

That was very good.

Very you.

For better or for worse.

Oh.

For better.

Very, very much better.