We already talked about this.
Not my issue.
I don't care.
Have the money, all cash. Be there at 7:00.
You don't show, you're over. You hear me?
Psst.
What's your problem?
We got to talk.
Not here. Pantry.
Let's go.
We got a cell check coming. Give me the burners.
We don't take orders from you.
Right now you do.
The Feds are coming, and the Warden's raising hell.
- Who tipped the Feds? - I don't know.
Give me the phones.
And be quiet when they're here.
You think we're the one's that's gonna talk?
You got sloppy.
What'd you do? Hmm?
You been running your mouth?
- Brendan? - Give me your keys.
- What is going on? - Give me your damn keys!
No!
- Brendan, stop! - Shh.
Shh.
Shut up. Shut up!
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Night, Sarah.
- See you tomorrow. - Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Where's your dad? - Uh, he's in the car.
- He's not coming in? - Says he's in a hurry.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Hey, sweetie. - Hey.
- Okay, okay. - How'd it go?
Good. Um, I got to ride a horse...
Oh, let me make it this time, yeah?
- Really? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right. Beets, kale.
Can you grab the red sauce?
Red sauce, coming at ya.
Mm, all right.
I got this, I got this. Kale first...
Since when do you drink Zadie's gross smoothies?
It's actually pretty good. You got to try it sometime.
Also cleans out the pipes, if you know what I mean.
Not a selling point.
I think I'll just stick to the pasta.
Uh, I got to get this.
Be right back.
Hey. Yeah.
So you two seem to be getting pretty close.
No.
You're wearing his shirt,
and I heard him listening to Carole King.
Hey, she's retro-cool right now.
I can't help it if I have good taste.
You know what I mean.
Look, it's just a fling.
"Convenient, in my pod,
don't have to go far for it" quarantine sex.
- It's not a big deal. - Maybe for you.
But I haven't seen Crosby eat a cheeseburger in over a week,
and that's a big deal for him.
I think he might be catching feelings.
He's not.
I'm not.
We're on the same page.
Besides, his apartment's fixed.
He's moving out this weekend, and that will be that.
Okay?
What's wrong?
I got to go.
Rhonda?
- Oh, Kenny. - Hey, hey.
Thank you for coming.
Of course.
- Where's Matty? - With my mom.
She took him to get some food.
How's he doing?
Not good.
The doctor said there's brain swelling.
So they put him into an induced coma.
Even if he wakes up, he might not...
He might not be okay.
They said he put up a fight, though.
Of course he did.
Matthew's the toughest S.O.B. I know.
When did this happen?
Two hours ago at Washington Square Park.
Washington Square...
- What was he doing down there? - I don't know.
I went to pick up Matty from soccer,
and when we got home, he was gone.
And then the cops called me, and...
It's okay. It's gonna be okay, I promise.
- Just give me a second. - Mm-hmm.
- I'll be right back. - Okay.
Excuse me, Officer?
I'm friends with Matthew Turner.
Can you tell me what happened?
Transient found him in the park.
You know, somebody obviously jumped him,
but we got no weapon, no witnesses...
At least none that are sober.
- Was it a robbery? - No.
He had his phone and his wallet on him,
which is how we ID'd him.
My guess is drug deal gone wrong.
No, no, no. Not this guy.
We were in the Army together.
He has a wife, a kid, a great job.
Well, you know, I mean,
that part of the park, that time of night...
- Did you check his phone? - Yeah, it's locked.
His wife said he changed the passcode.
She doesn't know it, so...
- Unless he wakes up... - He's gonna wake up.
Well...
Look, let me see it.
Evidence stays with police custody, son.
Oh.
Okay.
FBI.
So I'll be taking it from here, pops.
Look, none of this makes any sense.
Matthew lives in Brooklyn.
He hates going into the city.
- How long have you known him? - Since Afghanistan.
I was there when he proposed to his wife.
I'm little Matty's godfather.
I was just at their place last week
celebrating his birthday.
I'm sorry, Kenny.
If you need to take some time, you should take it.
No, I don't need to take any time.
What I need is to find out who did this to him, okay?
- Okay. - Okay, I'm in.
I'll put it up.
Oh, that's them.
That's... that's the photo from the birthday party.
There are no emails or text messages.
Yeah, he... he's a mad deleter. It's... it's sort of his thing.
Can you... can you check his call log?
All right, Rhonda and Bernie J.
Rhonda's his wife. Bernie J. Is his boss.
What are these other ones here?
Uh, nine calls yesterday from the same number.
The last one, just an hour before he was attacked.
That's a New Jersey area code.
Can you trace it?
There's no subscriber info. Looks like a burner.
It pings off a tower in Wantage.
The only thing nearby is Carson Correctional...
a private prison.
Does Matthew have a friend in jail?
Or know somebody that works there?
Uh, no. Not that I know of.
Hey, boss.
Look, I-I know this is out of protocol,
but I'd love to check this out.
Call the warden. Tell him we have a tip...
Unauthorized use of cell phones in his facility.
We're on our way.
You're coming with me?
That's your friend, Kenny. I got your back.
Thanks, Hana.
I assume inmates aren't allowed to keep cell phones?
Hell, no. This is a private facility.
And I run a tight ship. They'd tell you themselves.
But they know better than to talk out of turn.
Are you searching all the cells?
As we speak. We have a protocol for that.
Get down on your knees!
- What the hell? - Warden!
Why are we in lockdown?
It's Tito and Tyson. You'd better come.
- Whose post is this? - De Rossi.
- Where the hell is he? - I don't know.
We can't raise him on the radio,
and he's not answering his cell.
- Still warm. - This just happened.
Joan, this is the Warden.
I need a 20 on Brendan De Rossi.
- Who's Joan? - She's the personnel director.
Joan, do you copy?
I need you to find out if De Rossi clocked in today
and get these agents their weapons.
This way.
De Rossi signed in at 8:00 a.m.,
but no one's seen him.
Keep looking.
Joan!
She's not here. She should be here.
We got blood.
We got more blood over here.
Get behind me.
And stay with us.
That door should be locked.
Clear.
Oh, God, Joan.
Get medical down to the armory, now!
Warden? That case...
should be full, correct?
- Yes. - We got one shotgun,
two Glocks missing.
That's probably all he could carry.
Warden, it's Anita. You there?
- What do you got? - I'm in the employee lot.
We've got blood on the pavement,
and De Rossi's car is gone.
Copy that.
Call Hana.
Tell her to pull Barnes and Ortiz
from the Sanchez surveillance.
We got ourselves a fugitive.
16 stab wounds, and the lady's throat was slit.
This guy's got rage issues.
Maybe with the inmates, but with Joan,
he killed her out of necessity.
He wanted access to the weapons in that armory.
He's gonna need 'em.
The intake report says the dead inmates
were Lontocs, an extremely violent Filipino gang.
They're not gonna like this.
Tell me about De Rossi.
31 years old, divorced.
Ex-wife is a nurse. Did two years at Newark PD.
Worked private security after that,
and he took the job at Carson Correctional last year.
An ex-cop turned prison guard...
Why did he leave Newark PD?
- It doesn't say. - Warden said De Rossi
got along well with everyone,
even the prisoners.
Maybe too well.
He killed those inmates after he heard the FBI was coming.
Whatever these guys were involved in,
he didn't want us asking questions.
Were these Lontocs the ones calling your friend?
I don't know.
They searched the whole prison, didn't find any phones.
And the one used to contact Matthew
isn't pinging anymore.
De Rossi could've took 'em.
Well, I got some metadata, though.
Matthew was texting back and forth with that burner
for at least a few days.
I just can't read any of the messages yet.
It's gonna take a while to scrape this.
You keep working on that. Crosby?
You and Barnes track down the ex-wife.
Ortiz and I'll go see the Jersey Police gang unit.
Find out what we can about these Lontocs.
Brendan and I had only been married a year
when he got fired.
What happened?
Well, officially, it was insubordination,
which is basically a nice way of saying
that he punched a desk sergeant in the mouth.
He always had a temper.
He did private security after that?
Off and on for a while, yeah.
But, mainly, he'd just go to the bar every night
and come home drunk and complaining.
Is that why you divorced him?
I actually wasn't the one who filed.
He left you?
Yeah, after he started working at the prison.
All of a sudden, he's working out,
he's buying new clothes,
he's wearing this ridiculous cologne,
constantly lying to me about where he'd go every night.
And then one day, he just came home and...
said he was leaving.
- Did he tell you why? - I mean, I knew why.
He met someone.
He didn't have the guts to tell me who she was,
and I didn't ask.
I was so angry and humiliated.
After all the crap he put me through,
he was gonna better-deal me?
- I'm sorry. - Don't be.
I mean, obviously, it's good riddance, right?
Look, I don't know where he is.
And I'm sorry for all those people that he killed.
But honestly...
I hate the man.
And that woman, whoever she is, that he left me for,
she deserves everything that she's getting.
Let her live with the shame...
not me.
All right. Thank you for your time.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
The Lontocs have been here since the '70s.
They started with extorting Asian businesses,
prostitution, even loan-sharking
down in Atlantic City.
Now it's mostly drugs.
Just last year we busted up one of their fentanyl rings.
My buddies in the LAPD said
you burned a couple of their informants
they were trying to work with West Coast connections.
They're still trying to rebuild those relationships.
Apologies for doing our job.
That must've put some of them behind bars.
Only the foot soldiers, and all of them went mute,
refused to give up the top dog.
The "snakehead," as they call it.
You familiar with these two?
No. What'd they do?
Died.
Murdered by a prison guard in Wantage this morning.
We think they might be using cell phones on the inside.
Well, it fits the Lontoc pattern.
Three of our perps on the fentanyl case
had burners in lockup at Fairview,
arranging deals on the street.
You're chasing the guard now?
Yeah. Brendan De Rossi.
He also killed an employee.
We don't think they're connected,
but somehow he got sideways with the Lontocs.
Knowing the Lontocs,
here's what I have to say to Mr. De Rossi.
He'd better hope that you find him first.
You messed up, Brendan.
They're never gonna let this go.
I didn't plan this, Kellie!
The FBI was coming, they wouldn't give me the phones.
They attacked me! It was either me or them.
We have to give them back and beg for mercy.
- No way. - It's the only way.
The burners are leverage, all right?
Without them, it's their word against ours.
We can use them. We can make a deal.
We can negotiate our way out of this.
The Lontocs don't make deals.
They won't have a choice!
They know I can take 'em down with what I know.
And if they think that I...
Did somebody follow you here?
What?
Look out!
Aah!
Kellie!
Ah...
De Rossi's bank account... I'm in.
We got direct deposits every two weeks for 2,800.
That must be the steady paycheck his ex-wife mentioned.
And then we got these.
1,000, 800, another 1,000,
all cash.
- It's drug money. - You don't know that.
What else could it be?
He's obviously working for the Lontocs,
and he's been in contact with your friend.
You're saying Matthew's a drug dealer?
- Kenny... - Now, I'm telling you,
that guy's the most by-the-book person I know.
There's no way he's a part of some gang drug thing.
Nobody's saying that yet... We're just trying to find out
why he was in contact with these people.
- Oh, man. - What?
I think Crosby's right.
I don't think this is about drugs.
- See? - It may be worse.
What are you talking about?
Well, I finally cracked the metadata from Matthew's phone.
There's some text messages from yesterday
from the same burner phone that the Lontocs had in prison.
Show us.
Hana, come on.
He got three texts in a row over the course of ten minutes.
"Hello?" "Where are you?"
"Tired of waiting.
Respond now or everyone finds out about this."
Finds out about what?
She can't be more than 16.
There's no way.
This has got to be someone messing with him.
There's got to be an innocent explanation for that...
I don't think you can explain this.
You okay?
Ah, yeah, just trying to wrap my head around all this.
I mean, it's, like, you think you know someone, right?
And it turns out, they got secrets
you never even knew about.
Hey, I got something.
I did a reverse image search on the girl in the photo,
and I found her.
Her name's Michelle Cutiongco.
Sophomore at St. Florian's Academy,
and she lives in Parsippany.
This is insane.
How would Matthew know a high-school girl from New Jersey?
More pertinent question is, how do the Lontocs knows her?
Those messages came from their burners.
Jess, NYPD just called about shots fired
at Bowery Street station.
Three dead, one wounded.
Two of the dead were Lontocs.
- De Rossi? - It's got to be.
We need to find him before more bodies drop.
Last thing we want is a gang war
with civilians getting killed.
You two get over there.
Make sure you check security cameras.
See if he got on that train.
- Any news on the girl? - We don't know anything yet.
Kenny and I are about to find out.
That's definitely De Rossi, but who's the lady?
Hostage maybe?
No, I don't think so.
Go back.
Wait, right there.
You see, they were having a full-on conversation.
She's not trying to break free.
Yeah, they know each other.
Could be the other woman.
What other woman?
De Rossi's wife said he left her for someone.
If this is her, they're obviously working together,
and the Lontocs are targeting them.
Wait, go forward again.
De Rossi didn't get on a train, and the woman's not with him.
So where'd she go?
I panicked, and I ran, Brendan.
- They were trying to kill us! - Kellie, calm down.
- Where are you? - I am going to my mother's.
I'm worried that they might be after her, too.
We have to make this right.
There's no making this right anymore.
They're trying to kill us!
We got to get the hell out of here.
I can't just leave. My mother needs me.
You can't do anything for her if you're dead.
Do you understand?
We need money to get out of town.
I'm gonna do the pickups I had lined up for today, all right?
And then I'm gonna meet you at your place.
Be ready to go.
No. They know that I'm helping you.
That's the first place they're going to look.
Go to my uncle's instead. Nobody knows about it.
Good. I'll meet you there at 8:00.
I love you, baby.
Be careful.
Okay.
You're not in trouble here, Michelle.
But we do need you to be honest.
I am.
I've definitely never seen either of them
in my entire life, I swear.
I don't understand. What's going on?
We found your daughter's photo on a cell phone.
It belongs to a man named Matthew Turner,
and we're concerned about the possibility
of an inappropriate relationship.
Is that you?
Yes, that's me, but I definitely
didn't send my picture to him.
- Michelle. - Mom!
I didn't, and I don't know a Matthew Turner.
Then how is it on his phone?
I don't know. Maybe he stole it off the Internet or something.
So you never communicated with a Mr. Turner?
Phone calls, texts, never sent him a video?
- No. - Video?
What video?
I'm sorry that you have to see this,
but we do need answers.
Michelle, is this you in the video?
- Oh, my God! - No, that's not me!
- That's so shameful! - I swear, I can prove it!
When did you get a tattoo?
It's my body.
I can do whatever I want with it.
Go to your room! Now!
Any more questions?
Uh, no, ma'am.
You can show yourselves out.
Mm, daughter's telling the truth.
Definitely.
Doesn't know Matthew. Doesn't know De Rossi.
I'm sure she has nothing to do with the Lontocs.
It's Rhonda.
Matthew's awake.
What are you saying?
You for real set up a profile on a dating website?
I was just messing around.
It wasn't anything serious.
It is serious, Matthew.
I know how much you love Rhonda.
Of course I do.
I was just...
I was curious, okay?
Sometimes marriage can get a little boring.
I figured I'd see what it was like on these sites
a-and maybe talk to someone, but that was it.
It's not like I was planning on cheating on her.
While you're on this app,
walk me through what happens.
This girl messages me.
We chatted a little. It was nothing.
Then out of the blue, she sends me nudes
and then a video.
And for the record, no, I didn't ask her for 'em.
All right. How'd you respond?
- I deleted the app right away. - Good.
The next day, I got a call from someone
saying he was her uncle.
He said that his niece was underage, and I freaked out.
I had no idea she was underage.
And then he told me to pay five grand,
or he'd have me arrested for possession of child porn.
- This guy wouldn't let up. - So you paid him?
Hell, no.
I agreed to the money drop,
and I went to confront the guy about it.
Why didn't you call me?
I couldn't.
I was too embarrassed about it.
Please, Kenny.
Don't tell Rhonda.
I don't want to lose my family over one stupid mistake.
Is this the guy that attacked you?
Yeah.
It's a sextortion scam.
I heard about a case like this in the Carolinas once.
So they go on the dating site, create a fake profile,
use images of the young girls to draw guys in.
Conversation starts, they flirt back and forth...
Then nudes and videos are sent, and, boom,
the pretend uncle calls and threatens
to turn them in for child porn.
But the underage girl isn't real?
Yeah, kind of.
So who's chatting up the marks?
Could be where De Rossi's girlfriend comes in.
She imitates the girls?
Then the Lontocs in prison play the fake family,
De Rossi makes the pickups.
Most people probably just pay, unlike Matthew.
So this is a no-muss, no-fuss version of prostitution.
There's no real girls to worry about.
There's no one to point the finger at
except some faceless number on a burner phone.
It's cost-effective, could be run from anywhere.
But what about the video?
I mean, that was a real girl.
Could just be some random porn someone stole.
Or maybe they do have girls on their payroll,
which makes this a whole different ballgame.
Mm, De Rossi killed those inmates
because they could've exposed the scam.
If he's looking to tie up loose ends...
Anyone in the know might be in danger.
The woman in the video...
Any other victims he extorted?
I've got nine other guys
who have spoken to fake Michelle
in the last six weeks.
Their profiles are private,
so I'm gonna need to contact the company.
Make that call, then we'll split them up,
see if they can lead us to De Rossi.
I'm at your uncle's house. Where are you?
Somebody beat me to the money drops I had lined up.
Call me, now.
Kellie?
Kellie.
Where's Kellie? What did you do with her?
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Hey, boss!
Looks like another dead Lontoc. One to the chest.
Yeah, the prints are definitely a match to De Rossi.
Shell casings, too.
That's why these guys called us.
What do we got on the homeowner?
Uh, house belongs to an Edward Reyes.
Neighbors say he travels a lot for work,
and they haven't seen him in a week.
Any wife or family?
His wife's deceased, but look at this.
"Edward and Kellie Reyes spreading the food bank love."
- The daughter? - I don't know.
But she looks like the woman from the subway platform, right?
Yeah, it could be her.
De Rossi's mystery girlfriend.
Guys, I just Googled her.
Kellie Reyes... Says she's a teacher
at St. Florian's Academy in Parsippany.
That's the school Michelle Cutiongco goes to.
Kellie Reyes called in sick two days ago.
No word from her since.
You guys get the employee files from the school yet?
- Yeah, I'll throw it up. - I put a BOLO out on her car.
Kellie teaches algebra
and is faculty sponsor of the Yearbook Club.
Also, the headmistress says they recruit them
through a program called East-2-West Teachers.
Now, they hire these teachers from foreign countries,
place them in U.S. schools.
They also help cover their salary.
- East-2-West Teachers? - Mm-hmm.
St. Florian's Academy is in Little Manila.
That's a big Filipino community.
Probably helpful to hire teachers like Kellie
who share the same culture as the students.
East-2-West Teachers has no digital footprint.
All I can tell is they're a foreign nonprofit
incorporated in the Philippines.
Their IRS 1023 shows a P.O. box in Newark.
They have a contact person?
Stanley Vidorgiza,
but there's no one in New Jersey with that name.
Is it a front?
Maybe a money-laundering operation?
It could be.
But they do provide real teachers.
St. Florian's said they're not the only school that uses 'em.
Well, I did find this.
It's an old message board
dedicated to East-2-West Teachers.
Mostly people complaining that East-2-West stole from them.
A lot of them are in the Philippines.
This guy says his sister is stranded in America,
and he hasn't heard from her in a year.
Can you just scroll back there a little bit?
Yeah, right there. What's this user right here?
"Jolli-B-Jovi."
Jollibee is a Filipino food chain.
Tali loves their food.
"B. Jovi," Bon Jovi.
Beloved Jersey icon.
- Could be a local. - Could be.
Let's see if I can get this IP address.
Mary Calague.
She runs a home day care in Somerville.
I spent thousands of dollars to get in the program.
Application fees, visa fees, plane tickets.
What tipped you off something was wrong?
Everything.
They kept finding ways to ask me for more money.
They even charged me for room and board.
So where'd you live?
It was a small room for me and three other women
with nothing but a calendar to keep track of school events.
I'll never forget the quotation on it.
"For it is in giving that we receive."
St. Francis of Assisi?
Yeah.
I gave and gave and received...
nothing but more debt.
Do you know this woman?
Kellie Reyes?
She was a teacher, too.
But she stopped coming home at night,
and one day she moved out.
Took all our passports and gave them to Mr. Stanley.
Stanley Vidorgiza?
I don't know his last name.
All I know is he's the one who was constantly asking
for more money, saying there was problems with our visas
and that we need to pay him more.
Did you ever report this to the police?
We were all too scared of being deported.
It's hard to explain.
So how did you get out?
God smiled on me.
My wife now...
She's a lawyer.
She helped me get my green card last year
and paid for what I owed East-2-West Teachers.
I'm lucky.
The other way is just...
What?
I shouldn't talk about it.
Mary, you have nothing to be scared of.
We're the FBI. We can protect you.
Mr. Stanley always said that there was a way for you to...
earn back your debt.
Go to 87 and Holmes.
Talk to the teachers who live there.
They'll tell you more.
Thank you.
The front desk gave me your meds, Mama.
You ready to go?
I'm ready.
Brendan.
Please don't hurt her.
You set me up?
You set me up!
- Who got to you? - No one.
Stop lying! Was...
was it Stanley?
Are you sleeping with him?
Brendan, no.
I just need to get Mama to safety.
She doesn't even know where she is right now.
Give me your phone. Give me your phone!
Unlock it.
You guys have certainly been in touch.
Why don't we say hello, huh?
Stanley.
- Brendan. - You're damn right.
I want 250 grand,
or I'll put a bullet in your girlfriend's head,
after I tell the Feds all about you.
Threatening me is a mistake.
One hour.
But you come alone if you want to see Kellie alive again.
Badges visible.
These women will be terrified if they think we're ICE.
FBI, open the door.
Clear.
FBI, open up.
Clear.
- Clear. - Barnes, in here.
It's a cam-girl setup.
This is where the videos came from.
The women aren't students. They're teachers.
Earning back their debt.
Hey, boss!
- Yep? - Food in the microwave's warm.
And the dryer's still on.
- They were just here. - And left in a hurry.
They didn't just leave.
The Lontocs know we're onto them.
They're covering their tracks.
They took 'em.
The place where you just were is Section 8 housing.
Back in the '80s, it was a drug-infested war zone
and the birthplace of the Lontocs.
- Who owns it? - Villacruz Holdings.
President of the LLC is Stanley Villacruz,
AKA Stanley Vidorgiza.
Vidorgiza, that's the name behind East-2-West Teachers.
Right.
I'm sending you the company website now.
"Born in Manila, emigrated to the United States,
"serves on the boards of many companies,
"including Altbrook Property Trust,
Hadford Health Center, and..."
And what?
"Carson Correctional Facility in Wantage, New Jersey."
That's how De Rossi got the guard job.
Stanley wanted to recruit him, so he vouched for him
after he got fired by Newark PD.
Then he plants him at Carson Correctional
to smuggle the burner phones in to the Lontocs.
The final piece being East-2-West Teachers.
Stanley exploited those teachers to make money,
but he also used them to make the sex videos.
We just found the head of our snake.
- Uh, you guys seeing this? - Mm-hmm.
We have a hit on the BOLO on Kellie Reyes' car.
Northbound on Central Avenue in Morristown.
Morristown... Does Stanley Villacruz
own any properties there?
I got a large lot.
It's 100-year ground lease.
The tenant is Mt. Assisi Foundation and Church.
St. Francis de Assisi.
That was the quote Mary Calague mentioned.
De Rossi and Kellie are making their play.
They're going after Stanley.
Right to the head of the snake.
Could also be where they took the women.
Turn around.
That's Kellie's car.
What's going on?
On Central Avenue...
by the church.
Oh, my... oh, my God.
They're both dead.
- Are you on with 911? - Yes.
Hey, boss. We got footprints.
Get behind the car.
Tracks look fresh. He just went in.
Barnes and Crosby, around the side.
See what you can find.
- We wait for SWAT? - No time.
If those girls are in here, they're in trouble.
We have a side entrance back here... nobody's around.
Ready when you are.
On my go.
Three, two, go.
- Not a good idea. - You're not gonna talk
your way out of this this time, Stanley.
You don't know what you're getting yourself into.
Do you think I'm messing around?
- Brendan, put the gun down. - Shut up!
Where's the money?
You're in over your head here.
- I'm not gonna ask you again. - FBI!
Stay back!
Please. Help me!
De Rossi, put down the weapon!
We got two on the side.
FBI, drop your weapons!
Third one behind us.
De Rossi's running out the back.
I got him!
Hands behind your back.
You nearly ruined the life of a good man.
Get up. Get up!
Enjoy the view
from the wrong side of the bars.
Clear.
It's okay. It's okay.
You're safe now. You're safe.
We got seven females down here.
They're scared, but I think they're okay.
I talked to Matthew.
- He's going home tomorrow. - Well, that's good.
Yeah.
Isn't it?
Well, I told him we got the guy
that gave him the beatdown.
And not just him, the whole entire operation behind it.
You know what he said to me?
"Please don't tell Rhonda what I did."
Well, if that's the way he wants to handle it...
maybe you just need to respect it.
Well, I know, but Rhonda's my friend, too.
I don't like having to lie to her...
or Matty Jr.
I wish he would just tell her the truth, but...
he doesn't think she'll forgive him.
You know, honestly, I think he's underestimating her.
She loves him, and when you love someone,
that's... that's what you do.
You forgive 'em.
Right? That's...
That's, like, how it should work.
I'm glad your friend is okay.
Yeah, me too.
So this is really happening, huh?
- Back to Cobble Hill? - Looks like it.
Although, if I can be honest with you...
I think Hana was right.
- About what? - This isn't a fling.
I want you to stay.
Really?
Because I don't want to go.
- Really? - Really.
I like it here with you.
I like it, too.
So who's gonna tell Hana?
Don't worry about it right now.
Hey.
Um, Tali left her jacket at the ring.
I thought I'd drop it by.
Well, you didn't have to come all this way to do that.
I was in the area anyway.
That's a lie.
We haven't spoken in a few days,
and I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry.
- Sarah... - Please, let me do this.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you about Hugh sooner,
and I was planning on doing it,
but then he just showed up, and it got...
Weird.
I think he just freaked out when he got served the papers,
and maybe I should have planned for that, but...
I told him, "This is over, just go home," and he did.
Back to New Mexico.
I don't... I don't know how you feel,
and I don't want to complicate your life.
And, obviously, there's Tali to consider, but...
no matter what, I... I just want you to know
that I feel really bad for not telling you
and that it happened right in front of you.
So...
Look, if you don't want to go any further,
I completely understand.
Do you still love him?
No.
I'm not sure I ever did.
Well, that's all I need to know.
Apology accepted.
- Hey, Sarah. - Hey.
Why are you guys standing out in the cold?
I was just returning your jacket.
I'm about to leave.
Aw, don't go.
Stay and have breakfast.
Oh, uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea.
Why not?
It's obvious that you two like each other.
Besides, we're having breakfast burritos.
I think it's a great idea.
You can pretend you like her guacamole
- just like I have to. - Whoa, whoa.
Oh, be quiet. You love my guacamole.
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