(liquid dripping)
(Taylor panting)
(panting continues)
(distant siren blaring)
(passing car horn honking)
(indistinct chatter)
(panting)
(indistinctconversation)
Good morning, Mac.Here you go.
Thanks.
(waitressspeakingSpanish)
(ringtone playing)
TV NEWS ANCHOR: Next week, according to the city manager,
at that time, a decision will be made.
TV NEWS ANCHOR 2: Now we have breaking news out of Midtown.
A man's body has been found this morning
at the Deeberry Hotel,
the victim of an apparent homicide.
Early reports indicate the man
is associated with El Puño,the notorious Puerto Rican gang
with ties in East Harlem.
In recent years, El Puño has become synonymous
with acts of extreme violence.
Members and associates of the gang have been indicted...
FLACK:A big fish here.
Our vic is Panthro Torres,leader of El Puño.
We've been trying totake him down for years.
Somebody got him first.
So, how did he endup in the awning?
There's a suite registeredto one of his aliases
on the sixth floor.
Long fallfrom a high window.
This is why they take yourcredit card when you check in.
Yeah, Torres definitelygot into it with someone.
Thinking exiting out thewindow was not his idea.
FLACK:Guy wakes up a big shot,
ends up a shish kabob.
A lot can change in one day.
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♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(siren blaring,indistinct chatter)
(camera shutter clicking,crowd clamoring)
The U.S. Attorney's officehas a pending indictment
against Panthro Torres,
and they're offering usfull cooperation.
Sounds like we could be in storefor some serious repercussions.
FLACK: of El Puño,the leader
so this was likely a hit by a rival gang.
That means El Puño'sgonna want blood.
From what I've heard,
these aren't two-bit,three-block dope dealers.
Far from it.
They controlEast Harlem.
Drug trafficking, extortion,murder for hire, name it.
El Puño's a one-stop shopfor all bad things.
Whoever killed Torres is gonnahave a mark on their head.
Well, we got to find thembefore the streets do,
or it's going to be war.
(indistinct chatter)
(camera shutter clicking)
(Sid sighs)
Ouch.
Torres was a big time gangster,
but I guess it's truewhat they say:
You live by the gun...
You get gunshot wounds.
Through and through.
Defensive wound.
Looks like large caliber.
And a second
gunshot wound to the chest.
So, this guygets shot twice,
and then goesthrough a window.
Bam! Gets impaled.
Who's bold enough to do that?
(grunting, shouting)
No!
(screaming)
(gunshot)
(yelling)
(glass shattering)
(camera shutter clicking)
There's no signof forced entry.
This has rival gang hitwritten all over it.
LINDSAY:key, or the victim let him in.
I'll cross-referencehotel surveillance
with picturesof known gang members.
DANNY:Torres checked in alone.
Guy with his share of enemies--
I don't see him travelingwithout a crew.
What the hell?
I got something uglyin this bottle.
And we got two glasses...
And one bed.
Maybe he wanteda little privacy.
Hmm.
Well, somebody's gotto kiss and tell.
(passing sirens blaring)
They say there aresix million ways to die.
Panthro Torreschose three.
Official C.O.D. iscerebral hemorrhaging
from a cracked skull due tohis head hitting the awning.
Had he survived that,he certainly would have
succumbed to exsanguinationfrom impalement.
Not a bad way to go, consideringoption number three--
a ruptured vena cava,
courtesy of afragmented .45.
(rattling)
Somehow, ouch doesn't quitecover it.
According to Torres's rap sheet,
he was a suspectin five unsolved murders.
I doubt the families
of those victimsare shedding any tears.
I'll piece together the bullet,run it through IBIS.
Hopefully, we can get a hiton the murder weapon.
Thanks, Sid.
TAYLOR:Hey.
You solvethis thing yet?
Can you give me till lunch?
(laughs)
Torres' deathleaves a void
at the topof his crew,
so I thought I'd lookat his replacements.
Might be able to avoid a streetwar if we can talk to the.
So I'm gatheringthis as I go.
Seems, Torres was the faceof this crew,
but Lisa Brigosa--she's the brains,
and Rick Devarro isthe street muscle.
Although, given his penchantfor getting arrested,
Rick's not too bright.
There's one other.
Luther Devarro.
Any relation to Rick?
His older brother.
Founder of El Puño,
but more of an advisorat this stage of his career.
I helped put him away15 years ago.
He was released last week.
Gasoline on the fire.
It's one thing tobe a street guy,
another to be smart.
But it's dangerous
when both those qualitiesare embodied in one person.
Hey, what do you got?
Um, no prints
on the lowball glassesfrom the hotel room,
but I did get DNA.
Two separate profiles.
One from our vic,
and the other one's notin CODIS.
Could be from ourfemale companion.
Yeah, and I'm thinkingthe libation of choice
was mescal, but get this, okay?
I've seen everything
in these bottles--worms, spiders,
live scorpions--whose venom, by the way,
okay, makes this drinkan hallucinogenic.
Uh, well, I... I...
I don't knowanything about that.
Um, but I've never seen anything
like this before, okay?
Um, so I contactedthe brand manufacturer, and
it turns out, they don't putanything in the bottles.
So it was tampered with.
Yeah, but why?
(Latin jazz playing)
Detective Mac Taylor.
Lisa Brigosa.
Last I saw you, youwere in Catholic school.
Back when I robbed nuns for fun.
Lot's changed since then.
I'm here to see Luther.
Just wait here, okay?
Siéntate.
You want to see the man,
you're gonna haveto hand over your piece.
House rules.
That's not gonna happen.
(sighs)
I apologize for my brother.
It's been a long time.
Siéntate.
Fernando.
Take a lookat this man.
If you're ever stupid enoughto get arrested,
this is the guy you want
to put the handcuffs on.
He's a fair man. ¿Entiende?
Fuera.
Next generation.
Teach them a little respect.
You've been away for a while.
Things have changed.
Question is:for better or worse?
In our time,it wasn't about guns.
It was the knuckle game,remember?
I had snap in my shoulder.
I hit you, you were hurting.
What I remember is you
beating a rival gang memberto a pulp.
That's what put you away.
Defending the neighborhood.
This place has alwayswelcomed me with open arms.
So did El Puño.
What you started only gotstronger when you went away.
Yeah, no thanks to you.
Every couple of months,
I'd find one of my menin the mess hall.
Didn't want you to get lonely.
What can I do for you,Detective?
I think you knowwhy I'm here.
I want to know if I'm gonnahave a problem with your crew.
This your wayof paying condolences?
Last time I checked,it was one of my men
who had holes burned into him.
And killing more peopleis going to make it right?
What's the alternative--
turn it overto the NYPD?
Cops like to see usas defendants
or, better yet, deceased.
Doesn't have to be that way.
I didn't make the rules.
But your crew listens to you.
You want to teachthe next generation?
You tell them revenge landsthem in prison or a grave.
You're a man ofintelligence.
Reason with them.
Men can reason all they want.
Machines got minds of their own.
I want your assurance that thisis not the beginning of a war.
I hear your concern...
but I can't make that assurance.
But what I can tell you
is that Panthrowill receive a proper burial,
and my crew will pay the properrespects to his family.
Until then, if there is a God,and I believe that there is,
I won't lift a finger.
On that, I give you my word.
(sighs)
Let's hope you keep your word.
'Cause if you don't, thisfair man will lock you up again,
and this time you won't get out.
(sighs)
Hazel Ortega, betrayedwith a kiss-- her own.
I swabbed the lipstick print
and ran the DNA trace through the system.
Didn't get a matchto the lowball glass,
but we got a match to a felonycommitted by our girl her.
Turns out it was gang-related.
DANVILLE:Says here she livesnear Garvey Park.
That's Mamba territory.
They're rivalsof our vic's crew.
Yeah, I checkedthe Gang Intelligence Database.
Now, Hazel Ortega isconsidered inactive,
but she was a memberof the Mambas.
Yeah, since then, accordingto her tax records,
she moved on to adifferent profession.
Eloquent Evenings.
It's an escort service.
They provide high-end call girls
to "leaders of industry."
Looks like number sevenis our girl.
Purple Hazel.
Purple Hazel--very catchy.
Now, hotel surveillancedidn't give me
any matches to currentgang members, but...
I got...
She could haveset him up.
Or shot him herself.
(Spanish hip-hop playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(laughter and chatter)
Put a leashon that thing, Hazel.
Police.
You going somewhere?
Yeah?
Now you're coming with me.
Hands on the hood.
(handcuffs tightening)
I didn't kill him.
You know, these talkswould go a lot better
if you weren't packing a .45,
which is the same caliber usedto kill Torres, by the way.
You don't understand.
I carry that gun
for protection.
Yeah, yeah.
You don't live here,you don't know.
Hazel, get down!
(Hazel screaming,tires screeching)
(Flack gasping)
Stay down,stay down!
(rapid gunfire)
Hey!
(sirens wailing)
(indistinct chatter)
There were two of 'emwith serious hardware.
(gasps)
I'm good.
I'm pissed.
Hazel Ortega got shotin my custody.
And they would have killed her
if you didn't get offsome shots.
There was nothing you could do.
This was an organized hitand she was the target.
PARAMEDIC:She's conscious andher heart rate's stabilizing.
Tell the E.R. we'll be therein fYou got it..
We got aviation, K-9,and all available units
searching the area.
HAWKES: The bodyof these ammo shells
were inscribed with a letter--
"P," for El Puño.
They carve those Psinto their bullets
as a method of ownership.
It's a kind ofintimidation.
Well, it's working.
All the witnesses I spoke towho saw the shooters
are not cooperating.
This is revenge for Torres.
Or maybe it's just supposedto look that way.
The Mambas could havecarved the bullets
just to throw us off.
Maybe it's their way
of tying up loose ends.
Whatever the reason,somebody pumped 50 rounds
into an NYPD squad car.
I want them found.
♪ ♪
Hey, what do you knowabout fishzilla?
Sounds like a bad namefor a monster movie.
Close-- it's the nickname
of that weird little thingI found
at the bottomof the mezcal bottle.
Yeah, its real nameis snakehead fish,
all right, and it's illegalin all 50 states.
Then it couldn't havebeen that easy to get.
How did it end upat our crime scene?
Uh, I don't know, maybeit was left as a message.
You know, these thingsare pretty vicious.
They eat everything,even their own kind.
The message couldbe in the name.
Snakehead-- referenceto the Mambas?
I'm trying to track downwhere you can buy these things
and then maybe I canfigure out who purchased it.
How are you goingto track it down
if it's illegaland off the books?
I... I know a guythat knows a guy that...
knows a guythat knows another guy.
DISPATCHER: 10-13.
Officer needs assistance at Pleasant Green Hospital
Hostage situation.
Hospitalized prisoner holding
a member of the service at gunpoint.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Securityto HAZEL:Stay back.
Stay back!o E.R. stat.
SECURITY GUARD:You do not wantto shoot a cop.
HAZEL:Don't come any closer.
I will shoot her.
GUARD:Just, just calm down.
HAZEL:Back off. I said back off!
OFFICER:Please, let me go.
GUARD:Let the officer go.
I've got to get the hellout of here. Shut up!
I will shoot her.Get back!
(womeHazel.aming)
HAZEL:Don't pull that gun.
I'm Jo Danville,New York Crime Lab.
I don't want to see youor anybody else get hurt.
Please put that gun down.
I can't.
They'll kill me.
You're protected here.
The same way I was protectedin that police car?
I have a bullet in my armthat says "Hell, no."
I didn't kill him.
You have to believe me.
I do, Hazel.
I don't run with the Mambas.
I've made some mistakes in thepast that I'm not proud of,
but I'm not like that anymore.
Don't make a mistake now.
Please put the gun down.
Not until you listen to me.
All I did was show up and do my job.
I was paid,
I packed my things to leave,
but Panthro wanted one last kiss.
(knocking)
He was alive when I walkedout of there.
Hazel, listen to me.
There was only one exitand entrance
out of that hotel suite.
Tell me who you saw.
I just wantedto get out of there.
Come on.
Hands beh(Hazel groans)
GUARD:Okay, cuff her.
OFFICER:Let's go.
Careful, damn it.
Where I grew up,there's a saying--
people who see butkeep their mouths shut
are the ones who live.
(Spanish hip-hop playing)
The neighborhood's gottheir ears open,
but I say it was the Mambaswho shot that cop car.
They're tryingto cover their tracks,
but we got to, we gotto retaliate, man.
No, there's goingto be a lot of heat.
We should wait till it diesdown before we make our move.
No, not really.wwhat I think?
Why don't you go findsome kids to play with?
This is grown-ups'talk here, son.
Why would I wantto go anywhere else
when I can learnfrom Mr. Devarro?
Learn from me?
Learn from my mistakes.
Fact is, you want tostart out like me,
you might end uplike Panthro.
Muerto.
Nah, man, not me.
Oh, yeah?What you know about that?
Look, man.Panthro was king snake.
Emphasis on "was."
I'm not goingto end up like him.
Rick, Fernando, come on.Let's take a walk.
I'm not going anywhere.
No me haga pregunto otra vez.
A handshake usedto mean something.
An officer was shot today,and a civilian wounded.
The ammo we found had yourcrew's signature on it.
When a guy like you getsreleased from prison
a week before peoplestart getting shot,
I don't believeit's coincidence.
I don't hustle.
You knowwhat that means?
I don't look people in the eyesand lie to them.
Am I supposed to believe that?
I have as much reason as you do
to want to bring those kids in
who shot Hazel Ortega.
I didn't give that order.
But I have iton good authority
someone in my crew did.
The last thing I wantis an army of badges
canvassing my neighborhoodwith itchy trigger fingers.
Someone's son is liableto be out on his stoop
holding a cell phoneand catch bullets.
There's one way to takethe heat off of your crew.
Send a uni to the cornerbodega on 116th.
You'll find tworemorseful young men
who fit the descriptionof your shooters.
This is a gift I handto you, Detective.
I trusted you once.
If you're lying to meabout this,
next time, I'll be backwith everything I have.
FLACK:Hey.
So, Luther's tip
paid off.
Two unis just picked upEd Rios and Marty Lobos
at that corner bodega.
Both are young soldiersin El Puño.
FLACK: And theywere practicallygift-wrapped,
carrying a duffel bag containinga shotgun and a MAC-1.
They're both giving fullconfessions as we speak.
Good.
One shooting solved,
but Torres's killeris still out there.
Thank you.
News from the hospital.
Hazel Ortega's medical billhas been paid.
Some kid-- Fernando Flores--
walked in with enough cashto cover all expenses.
That's a substantialamount of money.
I've seen Fernando...
with Luther.
I think it's timewe kept an eye on him.
HAWKES:Hey, guys. It's lookingmore and more
like Hazel Ortega is innocent.
I compared the bulletfrom Torres's body to her .45.
The stria don't match.
Maybe she used a different gun.
I don't think so.What I saw in her eyes
at that hospitalwas genuine fear.
She obviouslysaw something
that terrified herin that hotel room.
Yeah, well,when I pieced together
the bullet fragmentsthat Sid gave me,
that he pulled out
of Panthro Torres's chest,
I found the exact same inscription
that was on the ammo from Hazel's shooting.
Two shootings. Same signature.
One gang, El Puño.
So Torres's murderwasn't a rival hit
by the Mambas;it was an inside job.
So, just like a snakehead,
someone in El Puño'seating their own.
I want to talk to each one
of their power players.Lisa Brigosa,
the Devarro brothers--Rick and Luther--
and Fernando Flores.
Each one of them is eithera potential suspect,
or a potential victim.
(siren wailing)
(passing car horn honks)
(knocks)
Luther Devarro, NYPD!
Go ahead.
This is Rick Devarrowe're dealing with,
so let's be ready for anything.
All right?
Fernando Floresworks here.
We need to talk to him.
Danny, his place is empty.
DANNY:The same here.
They knew we were coming.
They all packed up andgot the hell out of here.
Yeah. All right.
(dialing)
Fernando Floreswas here earlier.
The store manager sayshe doesn't know where he went.
You talk to Mac?
Fernando Flores! NYPD!
(car alarm blaring)
(onlookers chattering)
(reporter speaking indistinctly)
Fortunately, the placewas nearly empty
at the time ofthe explosion.
There was one casualty.
Lisa Brigosa.
(exhales forcefully)
Looks like she was sitting atthis table when the blast hit.
Two major members of this creware murdered on the same da?
Someone's trying totake out the leadership.
Fernando Flores wasin this building
right before it blew up.
He looked me straight in the eyeand then took off.
Young upstart tryingto take over.
He's supposed to bethe next generation.
Maybe he couldn't wait.
Hey.
So, according to the witnesses,
Brigosa ordered everyoneout of the restaurant,
claiming she had an importantmeeting to conduct.
Next thing they know,the place went up.
I want an APBon Fernando Flores.
Let's get his photo to everymedia outlet in the city.
The damage seems to bethe worst over here.
This has got to be theorigin of the blast.
A severed gas line.
Looks like someoneleft a palm print behind.
(gas hissing)
So he sealed up the place.
He cut the gas line.
He still needed a spark.
This bottle smellslike gasoline.
Remnants of duct tapearound the mouth.
Trace of a rag, used as a wick.
The makings of amolotov cocktail.
We're going to need more thanFernando running from the scene
to make this stick.
The blast may havedestroyed the restaurant
and burned her body, but itwasn't the cause of death.
Let me guess.
No smoke damage to her lungs.
None. Lisa Brigosa was killedbefore the explosion.
What the charredclothing covered up
were two bullet holes.
Mushroomed .45s.
Same as Panthro Torres.
So we're not dealingwith a rival gang.
Someone inside of El Puñois taking out its leaders.
That restaurant was El Puño's
main location forlaundering money.
It was the heart ofthe organization.
Why go the extra stepof blowing it up?
These are the remnantsof two lowball glasses.
Our killer sat down
and shared a drinkwith Lisa Brigosa
before shooting her.
Just like he did with Torres.
Well...
That's not all he shared.
Fishzilla.
(gasps))
Cajun style.
Yo, Hawkes.Check this.
I spoke to afriend of mine.
The smuggler wasjust arrested
by the Federal Fish andWildlife Department.
And his specialty?Snakeheads.
I guess there's a black marketfor everything.
Supply and demand.
Now, our fish smuggler remembersa tough-looking Puerto Rican guy
bHe get a name?.
No, but he did specifically ask
for three snakeheads.
So our killer asked for three,and only two have been used.
That's pretty simple math.
Which leaves one more victimyet to be determined.
Torres is down.So is Lisa Brigosa.
That leaves twopossible targets.
Rick and Luther Devarro.
The question is,
which brother isFernando Flores targeting?
♪ While passing throughthe clouds of diamond dust ♪
♪ As two mock suns arisebeside our one ♪
♪ The sundogs guide the waytowards the east ♪
♪ And set behindthe valley of calm trees ♪
♪ The destination ♪
♪ Unfamiliar sands ♪
♪ Amongst the ice fog ♪
♪ A DC-8 awaits ♪
♪ Our means of travel ♪
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(computer trilling, beeping)
Hey.
So we get a phone callfrom Fernando Flores,
saying that he'll turnhimself in on one condition.
He only wantsto talk to you.
Detective,
I hear you're a fair man.
That's whyI'm here now.
To make a confession?
I want to know why
you killed Panthro Torresand Lisa Brigosa.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
Taylor.
Mac, I ran the print.
Fernando Flores didn't do it.
TAYLOR:Are you sure?
I'm absolutely certain.
(distant sirens wailing)
(sirens blaring)
(sirens chirping)
(sirens whooping)
We need to hit upevery hideout, hangout
and business frontbelonging to El Puño.
The Devarro brothershave to be in one of them.
FLACK: I've got all available units scouring East Harlem.
We'll let you knowif we find them.
(gun cocking)
With all due respect,
this is howit was meant to be.
You and me, brother.
I remember being a kid,growing up,
watching you start El Puño,
right herein this spot.
It was a different time.
A lot simpler.
Yeah, well, I couldn'twait to join, man.
You see that tagright there?
That was my first.
Yeah.
Had a lot of firstsup in this joint.
You know what I'm saying?
(laughs)
(snorts)
(coughs)
We're gonna hunt Fernando down
for killing Panthro and Lisa.
Remind him and everybody elsewhy they fear ElPuño.
(tapping chest)
The Fist.
You're ready to buck up?
What are you carrying?
Fernando's innocent.
He's a good kid.
(scoffs)
The only reason he ran outof the bar was because
he saw a dead bodyand smelled gas.
All right, all right, all right.
RICK:If it wasn't him,
we'll find out who did it.
But before that,
somebody's got to settle up
for the hit on Hazel Ortega.
(gun cocking)
Put the guns downand your hands up!
You're crazy!
You have the gun pointedat the wrong guy, Rick.
What you talking about?
TAYLOR:Luther, tell him.
Tell him he's next.
(laughs)
You hear this cop?
Trying to play mind games.
This is none of yourconcern, Detective.
We found your prints behindthe stove at the restaurant,
Luther.
What?!
What's he tryingto say, Luther?
Huh?
(Rick panting)
You killed Panthro?
And Lisa?
There was a time when
crimes against the people in theneighborhood were not allowe.
You still preachingthat neighborhood garbage?
You were gonnakill me for that?
(Rick panting)
I'm your brother.
Then let's put our gunsdown and talk about it.
Nah. Nah.
Later for that.
(panting and groaning)
10-13. Officer needs assistance.
Skate park at 124th.All units respond.
(panting)
(winces, panting)
You're a manof reason, Luther.
Come out, give yourself up.
It's too late forme, Detective.
I never intended tocreate something violent.
It was never aboutdrugs and guns,
money and power.
When they put me away,all that changed.
Torres, Lisa,
and my brother...
...took what I created--
just a group of guys
trying to watcheach other's back,
taking care oftheir neighborhood--
and they turnedit into some...
criminal enterprise.
Sitting in my cell,
hearing abouthow El Puño
was the most fearedand violent gang.
Inmates coming up tome and paying respect.
I wanted to tear it down!
Did you honestly thinkyou could do that
by killing the headsof the gang?
They'll all be replacedby others.
(gasping quietly)
(liquid dripping)
(panting)
I never intendedto save the world,
but somebody hadto be held accountable.
Those that madethe same promise I did.
Promise to protectthe neighborhood,
not to eat it alive.
To defend it,not to become
the worst threatit had ever known.
Now you've causedeven more bloodshed.
Killing peoplewon't solve it.
We're fighting the same fight.
Why didn't you come to me?
We could have taken them downtogether.
Because old habitsdie hard,
and we're differentkind of people.
I gain closurehere, Detective,
in the spiritof what I created.
I have no other choice.
It all ends here.
Tonight.
(metallic clinking)
(three gunshots)
(groaning)
(gun clicking)
(body slumping to floor)
(gasping)
(gasps)
(gunshot)
(groans)
(labored breathing)
Don't make... crackles)
I started it.
I end it.
That includes me.
(gasping)
The rules of the street.
This wasn't
about taking over...
(coughing)
This was about
making things right.
(gasping)
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