♪ Can't take my eyes off you ♪
[music stops] Hey, Mom. I'm in the middle of a workout. Can I call you back in 20 minutes?
Okay. Okay. Love you too. Bye.
Damn. Look at you go. [chuckles] I'm just trying to toughen up. [gunshots] Oh! Oh! [groans] Oh! Oh, my God. Oh!
Come on, there's no way that it happened like that. I don't know what to tell you guys. It did. It was a modern miracle. He fell 50 feet, got up and walked it right off. 50 feet? Oh! That fall gets bigger every time you tell that story. [chuckles] Thank God you're here to keep me honest. We missed you around here. Missed you too. Medical clearance came through? I don't think I could have stayed home one more day.
Hey. I just got a call about a shooting over in the Bronx. Double homicide, both victims were found on federal land, which is why we are taking the handle. Are you good to go? I'm ready. Great. JOC will send you the address.
See ya. Ah, it is good to have you back. How are you feeling?
Good. I mean, between you and me, I feel some nerves. Yeah, I was surprised that they cleared you so fast. The gas exposure was pretty bad. Yeah. But you know, the bureau said I could take a few more weeks. It was my choice. I'm ready to jump in. Good. Um, but, so you know, I'm here for you if you want to talk about it or anything. Always.
Got two vics. Both had their IDs on them. Enrique Cortez, 21, and that's Marisol Lugo, 25. No witnesses far as we can tell. Passerby discovered the bodies after the fact, called it in. They both had their wallets on them? Yeah, with enough cash to buy more than a steak dinner. So not a robbery.
Hey, Katie. Could you put a rush on the ballistics? And also make sure we get the footage from that camera over to the JOC immediately. Mm-hmm. Thank you.
The mayor's all over this one. Homicide rate in the Bronx is way up already, and Marisol Lugo's parents are making a lot of noise. Was she from the neighborhood, or...?
Born and raised in Castle Hill, first generation high school, never mind college. She was set to graduate Fordham Law in December. She's a great kid. The whole community is up in arms. It's starting a media frenzy. But there's more to it than that.
She was going to Quantico. Dream was to be an FBI agent. All right. All right, folks. We have the lives of two young Bronx natives on our shoulders. And in a few months, Marisol Lugo would have joined our ranks, so we need to honor that, treat her as one of our own. But she is not the only one who lost her life last night. So you want to tell us about our second victim?
Yeah, Enrique "Kiko" Cortez. A bit of a troubled youth. A few school suspensions for fighting, a misdemeanor for possession. Kept his nose clean recently, though. Was working a food delivery job. Any connection to Marisol?
No, different schools, different neighborhoods, different acquaintances. And we did a deep dive into their social media profiles. There's absolutely no overlap there. All right, so if they don't know each other, and we think Marisol was out for a jog-- The most likely scenario is that she was collateral damage. Well, who would want Kiko killed?
I've been reviewing footage from the scene. Camera didn't get the shooting, but it did catch the shooter as he fled. Yeah? Facial rec?
He never looks at the camera, but we've got a trash can in frame. If that's 36 inches and we use it as scale, I can estimate the shooter as between 5'10" and 6 feet. And there's a mark on his hand, maybe a tattoo.
That could be anything. Hey, Jubal. Yeah?
Ballistics report just came in on the 9-millimeter used in our shooting. Tell me it gave us something. It was the same weapon used in three other cases linked to a local gang called the Mott Haven Boys. Apparently, they're on DEA's radar. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Jordan, welcome to the party. What do you know about these guys?
MHB, yeah. They're a young gang, but they've already made a big splash. Popped up last couple of years selling a lot of cocaine. They also call it MHB for Mad Hot Batch. Does it match their MO?
For sure. Gang suspected of at least a dozen hits. Your shooter's bandanna's green. That's their color. Mark on his hand could be their gang insignia. All right, so who runs this outfit?
You got faces for me?
Jose Florial is the boss.
Any connection to Kiko?
Not that we know of. Did we find Kiko's next of kin, friends, family?
Yes. He lived with his girlfriend. She works at City Laundromat, 3rd Avenue. Let's talk to her, see what she knows about any of this.
Did Kiko have a connection with the Mott Haven boys?
We're trying to get justice for your boyfriend, Brianna, but we can't do that if you don't talk to us. MHB run this neighborhood. I crossed them, I'm dead too. Anything you tell us didn't come from you.
Help us out.
Kiko was a good man, okay?
He was just slinging some dope 'cause we were saving up to move to North Carolina, get away from this crazy place. Was he slinging for the gang?
No. But that was the problem. They thought that he was moving in on their territory. You think they killed him for it?
[sighs] Two days ago, we ran into one of them. Guy got into Kiko's face. Next thing I know, on top of him. And I try to get in between them, but...
Guy left after that. Made the message really clear. Kiko didn't stop selling, he was gonna die. You got a name?
Kiko didn't want to talk about it.
But he was Latino. On the tall side. Any scars or tattoos?
I'm not sure. Where exactly did this fight happen?
This is Tuesday, 6:30 p.m., outside Lipson's Deli.
They're certainly not talking out their feelings. Let's see if we can get a look at the assailant. Come on.
Boom, there it is.
Mateo Diaz. Okay. Mateo Diaz. Somebody talk to me about Mateo. He's a local. Age 27. Has a couple of priors for drug possession. One of which was for felony weight. Currently on probation for assault. All right, so Mateo is not so innocent, but is he our shooter? Well, he's 5'10". That's in our estimated height range. What about his hand tattoo?
See for yourself. It's the MHB symbol. That's enough to buy us a conversation, at least.
Are you taking these pills for anxiety?
No.
No, I'm not, um--
I told you, I was feeling a bit nervous about coming in today. And I went to go talk to a psychiatrist, you know, outside of work. You know, to get away from the official focus on my readiness. And he prescribed them to me to take as needed. That's it. Okay, fair enough. But you know that taking meds the bureau doesn't know about could get you fired, right? No, I know that. I know that. Like I said, I haven't taken any.
I brought them in case today was gonna be a hard day.
Okay. But if you do take one, or if you even think about it, please let me know. Maybe I can help. Sure, if that comes up, I will let you know, but I'm telling you right now, not an issue. Okay.
He's on probation and suspecting of assaulting Kiko. We don't need a warrant.
FBI. Mateo Diaz, we have some questions for you.
No!
No! [groans]
[alarm blares] - Door closing.
No, no, no, no! No! No!
Hey. You okay?
Yeah.
Mateo!
You see him?
No.
OA?
You're not going anywhere.
What do we got here?
Some drugs and a 9-millimeter. You kill some people with this last night?
You're under arrest, Mateo.
We gonna talk about what happened back there?
What? At the apartment. It looked like you froze up. Just wanna make sure that you're good. Yeah. I'm good. Thank you for your concern. You're welcome, uh, but you didn't answer my question. What happened back there?
OA, I've been on the bench for, like, seven months. All right, my biggest fear was if my local coffee shop was gonna run out of oat milk, so. Just needed a second to adjust. Fair enough. I'm telling you, I didn't kill nobody. I hear a broken record. Okay, the problem is that we have you on tape beating one of the victims two days before they were shot and a witness has said that you threatened to kill him. The jury learns that, plus that Marisol was an innocent bystander-- Man, Kiko gave me a look, all right?
He disrespected me, so we had a go. You know that that is a lie. You had a go because Kiko was selling on MHB's territory. Look, last night I was home. Well, your walls can't talk, so you're gonna have to do a lot better than that. What, truth ain't good enough?
I'm not surprised dealing with y'all people. Sorry, "us people?" Cops. Probation officers, the bulls at Rikers, same crap. All y'all all the time telling me who I am, what I am, like I got no say in it. Is that your way of saying that you did it, that you shot Kiko?
Hell no. I didn't shoot nobody. All right, I was home. [knock at door]
Hey.
No match on his gun. He's claiming he was home all night. I don't think that's true. Can you place him at the crime scene?
No, but the JOC did trace the burner that we pulled from him. It spent most of the night in what should be an empty warehouse. Okay. So he's lying about his alibi. Why? Scola and I are headed there now to try to figure it out. Okay.
There's no cameras.
Huh. Squatters?
Firebase?
It's an illegal rave space. They're pirating juice from the adjacent buildings. I may have attended a few of these parties in my younger days. Why was your youth so much more fun than mine?
Good morning. What are you guys, cops?
Worse. Federal agent.
[grunts, groans] All right, everybody keep your hands where we can see them. So I should want, like, a lawyer?
Well, that's up to you.
It better be a good one.
Turns out Firebase is a pretty notorious party space for the younger LGBTQ community. Raves, rampant drug use, and run by this guy, Sam Sloan, who Tiff and Scola just arrested. He's an up-and-coming nightlife impresario of sorts, has a half dozen citations for SLA licensing violations. Otherwise, clean. We have any evidence that Mateo was there last night?
Yes. Here's Sam greeting Mateo at 8:02. It's lifted from their members only area. Looks like more than a business transaction. Yeah, as the crow flies, it's 11 miles from the rave to the crime scene, where we can place our shooter at 9:05, so it's still possible he's our killer. And he's in the gang that wanted Kiko dead, plus we have a lot of bargaining power with the gun and the cocaine we found on him. All right, well, let's exploit that leverage. Let's take a run at Sam.
Felony possession of cocaine with intent to distribute. That is a real charge, Sam. You can do time behind that. I'm not a real drug dealer. I sell to my friends. Mm, unlike your boyfriend, Mateo?
We saw you two on video.
Yeah, we're together. But you can't tell anyone, for real. The gang finds out he's gay, they'll kill him, and they'll probably kill me too. The gang doesn't know that he's gay?
No, he got involved when he was a kid. He's not like them. He's not a gangster.
All right, did he mention anything last night about a murder?
Kid named Kiko?
And what about a young woman named Marisol? He doesn't talk about any of that, not with me. I keep telling him that he needs to start a new life He's afraid.
Okay, so last night, you guys got together around 7:00 p.m.? How long did he stay with you? The whole night. You can prove that? Yeah. I have photos on my phone of me and him, partying, hanging out.
Okay.
Good news, Mateo. You're not going down for a double homicide. Bad news... it's a felony to lie to the FBI, as well as distribution of cocaine and possession of an unregistered handgun. So we do have a slam dunk case against you and Sam. Okay, we need you to realize that both of your new reality is gonna be inside of a prison cell. Do you understand?
Can I talk to you?
Alone.
Coffee break.
Just me and you now. You got to make these cases go away for me and Sam. Oh, this isn't a get-out-of-jail-free kind of thing. There can't be any record of me dealing at that club, or anything about me and Sam ever. You know, they got rules against this kind of thing. Like, real strict rules. We can work with you, but you better start talking.
Me and Sam, we go free? You help us arrest the killer, I will do my best.
How I know I can trust you?
You don't. I'm telling you that you can.
It's the big guy, Jose.
He's the one that killed Kiko. Why?
'Cause Kiko was slinging on our land when we told him not to. That's crazy dumb, so he got dealt with.
This is how it's gonna work. You're gonna have to wear a wire. I need you get Jose to say what he did to Kiko and Marisol. No. I-- I can't do that. Okay, you know how a deal works?
There's give and take. You telling me that Jose killed Kiko and Marisol without any evidence at all, that is less than useless. Jose only talks drug business with a few chosen captains. All right, he's got these hard rules and he sticks to them. I show up all of a sudden, I'll be eatin' bullets. Okay, so who's your go-to in the gang?
Some dude named Frankie.
Let's get Frankie on a buy and bust, and then we'll flip him to get Jose. Okay, what's our hook?
Uh, I could pose as a club owner. Say I'm looking to move MHB product through my places.
I can handle the undercover stuff. It's your first day back. No need to go 0 to 60, right?
I'm good. Done plenty of undercover narcotics. You have, but, uh, I'm not sure these guys are used to working with women like that. What does that mean?
You know, the whole machismo thing. Yeah. The whole machismo thing, right.
I'm good.
Okay, let's do it.
What was that?
You really don't think I can handle this assignment?
You've been gone for seven months. Just making sure. What, that I don't fall apart when things get dicey?
No, it's not that, um-- it's just that you took a real hit with the Sarin gas. Okay, it's not like you sprained an ankle. They had a priest ready to read you the last rites. Yeah, I know that.
And then today at Mateo's house, you froze up. Yes. I did. For one second. No, I get it. But I just want-- I know you, want to make sure that I'm good. Yes. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't, right?
Maggie. What?
Usually an agent will take their firearm with them when they leave the office.
You sure you're 100%? Yes, I'm 100. Now back off.
Still no sign of Frankie.
That makes him ten minutes late.
He can't wait forever. Not liking this, Maggie. Have Mateo check in, please.
Hold on. That's him. He changed it up. He wants to meet inside. Five minutes.
We're not set up for it. We won't be able to see what you're walking into. And I won't have eyes on you once you're inside. Okay, we have to adjust. Look, you still have my video feed.
What are the odds that Frankie's carrying?
Okay. It's too deep in MHB's turf. They control the building. They're gonna control the outcome. I think we're overthinking this. It's just a meet and greet. I agree. He knows I'm not carrying any cash. He's not gonna jack me.
I'm going in.
Okay.
Close that door.
Yo, Frankie.
Yo, Matty. What's good?
You know, living the hustle. Yeah, yeah, yeah. The club lady you wanted me to meet. Lydia. Yeah. So what can I do for you, Lydia?
Well, Mateo was saying we could do some business. All right. What you offering?
I'm a partner. Five clubs in New York. Three in New Jersey. So I'm looking for some product that I can sell to my clients. That's a lot. That is a lot. How do you two know each other again?
I told you she's good with my cousin Damon. Hmm. That true? Yeah. Yeah, we go way back. High school. High school. I feel like if you're from this neighborhood, I would have known you.
I mean, Damon liked to crash Fieldston parties. Chase the rich girls. Look, if you know Damon, you know he makes friends everywhere.
Okay. Look, I was told that MHB are the people to meet my needs. If you're not, no problem. I can take my business elsewhere. No. No, we chill. We chill. I'm just testing you. Uh, I'll show you what I got. I'll show you mine. Okay. Nice job, Maggie. That there's top shelf. I'll see for myself. [scoffs] You doubting me?
I don't know you, and you don't know me.
Okay. Let's talk quantity. Nah. Nah, nah, I don't do business like that. Take a hit, and then we'll talk. No, that's not how I do business.
You're too good for my product?
Nothing to do with that. I don't use. I'm a dealer. I thought you told me that you used to run with Matty's cousin Damon. I do. Well, I never knew him to hang out with anybody that didn't party once or twice. Frank, calm down. Didn't say I didn't party. Chill. I'm gonna need you to take a hit.
I'm not gonna do that. It's going south. Tiff, we got to pull her. No, no, no. I think she can handle it. Let's just give her a minute.
I don't know what you want me to say. I'm not gonna do it. Nah. Nah, nah, nah. You making me nervous. You making me real nervous. I'm going. Wha--wha--
Okay, fine. Fine, I'll take one. One hit.
What's going on?
Yo. Mateo?
Something ain't right here. Okay, nothing-- nothing about me. Put--put the gun down. This ain't no one's fault, man. Frank, you're doing a lot. Put it down. Put it down! Get your hands off me, man. Hey. Hey, hey, hey! FBI. Stop.
[groaning] Maggie? Hey, hey! Don't shoot.
Okay, We need an ambulance to 639 Beekman Ave now.
I can't open the door. Please, open this door.
OA. Stay with me. Hey. Hey, stay with me! Help me. No, no! No, Maggie!
Maggie!
The op was going sideways. Mateo jumped in, tried to protect me, and he grabbed the gun. But when him and Frankie fell down, the weapon discharged and hit Frankie.
So no charges for Mateo?
No, he probably saved my life. So as far as these things go, it was a clean shoot. But then why did the op go south?
Frankie was getting increasingly agitated. He was insisting that I try the coke. Um. OA sounded the alarm. Yeah, Frankie was escalating. When he pulled the weapon and threatened to shoot her, thought it was necessary to end the op before things went from bad to worse. Mm, you disagree?
It was a judgment call.
Well, what's done is done. You both made smart choices in real time with the information you had. Right now, we need to move forward to make this case, okay?
Frankie is expected to survive, but he's looking at six hours of surgery. So for now, we own the narrative until he wakes up and can set the record straight.
Jubal's got information in the JOC.
We've been monitoring Mateo's phone. This was just sent to him by his boss, Jose.
Hit him back with, "Okay, when?" [keyboard keys clacking]
This is our one chance. Mateo becomes useless to us in six hours. We need to get him in there and get Jose to incriminate himself. I don't care what his fears are. He was the one that was caught with cocaine and an illegal firearm. Take the gloves off.
All right, you sorted? Nah, I told you. I can't talk to Jose, especially not after Frankie. Okay. This is part of the deal. You want to avoid going to prison, then you need to keep cooperating. Jose's a killer, man. Like, he enjoys ending people. We're gonna have our eyes on you the entire time. Nah, man. I don't know. Okay, listen. I need you to get Jose to admit what he did to Kiko and Marisol. And I'm gonna go speak with the U.S. Attorney's Office and make sure that you're in the Witness Protection Program.
Mateo. Look, I am giving you and your boyfriend a chance to live a good life. Away from the gang. You're terrified of Jose. Okay, you live under constant pressure. How many times a day do you wish you didn't have to hide?
I'm offering you an out.
But you have to help me bring this killer down.
A'ight. A'ight, okay. I--I'm in. Good.
Guys, everyone needs to see this. Yeah? What do you got?
Another text from Jose.
You're kidding me.
What?
Ask Jose how he expects to get her in there after what happened with Frankie. "She's spooked from earlier. Not sure if she'll want to meet."
It's your call. Let's make this case.
Look, Maggie-- No, this is our best shot to get Jose.
Let's get you in there.
OA.
All right, Jubal, the mobile command center's set up. You read me? Yep. Loud and clear. We have cams on you and Mateo, plus sound. We have multiple assets pre-positioned. Three SWAT teams, plus NYPD is ready to assist with running full containment if needed. Roger that. The first hint of trouble, what verbal distress signal do you want to use?
Payback.
Little James Brown, I like it. Let's get some.
OA, they're pulling up now.
Sitting, uh, waiting, watching, really isn't my forte, I'm sorry. Look, I know this is a big first day back, but Maggie's done this so many times that she's probably-- One of the best agents that we have ever worked with, but bad things happen on this job every day no matter how good we are at doing it, right?
Yeah, but she's solid. And we've all got her back.
Look, I know the waiting sucks, OA, all right?
We're gonna get busy real quick here.
Sit. What's happening?
I thought I was meeting with the dealer. He's coming. I said sit. Okay.
I'm just gonna get a little closer.
It's okay. You got this.
Mateo.
What happened to Frankie?
Jose, man, it was-- we just set up to meet, you know, but she's real good people. The real deal. We're talking heavy weight-- Enough.
I want to hear what your business partner has to say.
Okay, I mean... it's simple. We tested the coke, and Frankie insisted that I try it. I said no.
I'm not a user. I'm a dealer. Who shot Frankie?
He pulled a gun on me. Okay. So how come you're here and he's in the hospital?
Because I shot him first.
He was gonna kill me, okay?
And I'm sorry. I saw an opportunity. I panicked. I grabbed the gun, and then we struggled for a bit, and the gun went off. I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm sorry. Guys, we got to go in. I'm going in. No. Maggie's controlling the set. Maybe she knows something that we don't. OA, we'll move when she gives the signal.
You've been talking about moving up. Right?
Shoot her.
Isobel-- We're gonna let her give the signal.
Kill her now. Or you'll die too.
It's time to earn your wings, homey. Sit down. Jose, man, you always talking about these business principles, right?
And drilling in us that money comes first. Green is the only color that matters in America. Shoot the bitch. Nah, man. She's a big money play. She shot a Mott Haven boy. We don't answer that, we got no business, period. This--this is a white woman from the real world. She ain't no hood rat. Like, they're gonna have questions we can't answer. I killed a lady from the real world last night. Ain't been no questions about that. So you care about payback for Frankie instead of making some money?
Hey, payback! Payback! Go, go, go! [tires squealing]
Drop the gun!
Stay here.
Follow me. Let's move. Go! Hands on your head now. Hands on your head!
Maggie, where are you?
I don't have eyes on Jose. I'm trying to find him.
Hey. FBI! Maggie, don't shoot him. What? Get out of the way.
Hey. I said--
Breach the door. What are you doing?
Clear!
Jubal, we've lost eyes on Jose. We're walking down some sort of tunnel. Yeah, copy. Kelly, any indication Jose has left the compound?
Negative--we got a solid perimeter around the whole place. No one's come out of there. What about a cell phone?
Tracking the burner he used to text Mateo. Can't get an exact location. It's pinging 100 yards from the headquarters. He's still there somewhere. Okay, Maggie, OA. We believe Jose is still in the building.
Jose's driving a blue car.
Hey!
FBI! Shut the car off now. Show me your hands.
Get out.
Jose Florial, you're under arrest.
We found the murder weapon on Jose, and we were able to pull incriminating texts off his phone, so he is going away. We're still gonna need your testimony. But in the meantime, marshals are gonna set you and Sam up with everything. New identities, new place-- You keeping your word. I ain't used to that. Well, you helped us out. I'm glad we could return the favor. And trust me, I know it's not easy to start over.
Hey, Maggie.
It was about once a minute.
How many times a day I wish I didn't have to hide.
Not every day we get a chance to start fresh. Make it count.
Hey, Maggie.
Okay, um, about earlier. If you shot Jose down there, you would have had to go see the shooting team. What does that have to do with anything?
Come on, Maggie, I know that--
I know that you're not completely yourself right now, and I thought maybe they could see it too. Okay, hold on a second.
I open up to you. Okay, I trust you as my partner to tell you that I'm nervous, that I have first day jitters, and now you're gonna use it against me?
If the bureau found unsanctioned medication in your blood, you would be benched. I know what the protocol is. I said to you that I would tell you if I took a pill, if I even thought about taking a pill. Okay, well, then I am sorry for trying to protect you. No, I don't need that. I need you to trust me. I do trust you. Do you?
Count 'em. Every single one of them are there.
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