[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Gotcha! [LAUGHS]
Dad, you scared the crap out of me.
[LAUGHS]
What happened to your eye?
Oh, what, this thing?
It's nothing. Don't worry about it.
Grandma says we're not
supposed to see each other.
We're not.
It's just been tough, is all.
I needed to see your face...
And to give you...
this.
Actually?
Yeah, actually.
I saw it at the gas station,
and I thought of you.
You know I'm, like,
way too old for this.
All right, well, then,
every time you look at it,
you can just think of
how corny your dad is.
All right, get going.
Them nuns will give you hell
if you're late.
Wait, um...
Here,
for the next time things get tough.
You know I'm, like,
way too old for this, right?
Just remember...
You were never here.
When'd you get so smart?
Bye, Dad.
♪ ♪
I love you, Ariel.
♪ ♪
[g*nshots]
♪ ♪
[WHEEZING]
♪ ♪
He should be here by now.
He's probably making sure
he wasn't followed.
Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm OK.
Listen, we don't have much time.
Are we any closer to
taking Anna Vorpe down?
No. Whoever's providing her top cover,
she keeps her identity locked up tight.
She dodges my questions,
keeps her phone on her at all times.
Anna doesn't make mistakes.
That's why she's still around.
So I was thinking I need to plant a bug,
something that'll let me listen
to both sides of a phone call.
The Strike Team has
advanced counter-surveillance.
Standard listening devices
wouldn't work.
Do you remember that induction bug
that Ian told us about a few months ago
on a low-frequency magnetic loop?
That could work.
But the more people
we read in on this...
I made it this far.
We can't stop now.
All right, excuse me.
Sorry I'm late.
What do we got?
Vic's name was Clint Mathis, 33.
These are interesting tats. Nationalist?
Don't let the ink fool you.
Clint was NYPD,
deputized to a DHS task force.
Which is why we're here.
He'd been undercover for three months,
missed his daughter, snuck in
a visit to see her this morning.
Goes to school just over there.
Did she see the sh**ting?
No, thankfully.
Told NYPD she'd already gone inside.
But a witness did spot a black Durango
with a broken tail light pulling up.
Driver put two in Clint's chest
and sped off.
ERT found two .45 ACP shells
near the body.
We're running them for prints.
Clint would have had
to change up his routine
to see his daughter.
The sh**ter would have
only known he was here
if he was followed.
I want you to put a BOLO on the Durango
and then contact the SAC who's
in charge of the task force.
OK.
We need to figure out exactly
what Clint was working on.
All right, folks, listen up.
Uh, for... for those of you
who don't know,
this is Lieutenant Warren of the NYPD.
He's helped us out on cases before,
and he is our victim's CO,
so he will be riding shotgun
on this one.
All right, you want to tell us
about Clint?
Clint Mathis is...
[TENSE MUSIC]
Was...
a decorated officer
with 10 years of service.
He came up in the 27th Precinct,
turned heads in our g*ng Unit
before being detailed to DHS.
Clint was more than just a cop.
He lost his wife to cancer.
Their daughter is 12.
He was there for her, and
we will do right by him.
All right, you heard the man.
Let's go to work.
All right, talk to me about
the physical evidence.
ERT found two .45 ACP
shell casings on the scene,
no usable prints, and the pin markings
don't match anything
in the A*F database.
All right, so the g*n is a first timer,
and we don't know who fired it.
What about the video?
Canvass only turned up footage
from a single surveillance camera.
That's the vehicle,
but the plates were stolen.
And there are thousands of
black Durangos in New York.
Right. All right,
let's talk about the DHS task force
that Clint was loaned out to.
They were looking into active clubs.
It's a new angle for us.
Active clubs, uh, MMA gyms
that recruit disaffected men
by promoting self-improvement.
In reality, they're just fronts
for white supremacist cells
looking to radicalize vulnerable members
towards domestic terror.
Now, we know Clint Mathis infiltrated
a Brooklyn club operated
by this guy, Joe-Max Burns.
Did two years for assaulting
a Pakistani bodega owner.
DHS suspected him of
stockpiling firearms
for an eventual terror attack.
Just got off the phone with DHS.
It turns out that Clint did find a
cache of weapons in Burns's gym,
three crates
of Army surplus M1911 pistols
chambered in .45 ACP.
Same caliber as our m*rder weapon.
DHS planned to raid the club tomorrow,
but they needed Clint to ID
Burns's co-conspirators first.
So this r*cist piece of garbage
figured out Clint was one of ours,
and he k*lled him just to shut him down?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Federal agents!
Everybody stay right where you are.
Keep your hands where we can see them.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Burns!
Put your hands up!
♪ ♪
[GRUNTING]
♪ ♪
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS] I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.
♪ ♪
Hey!
Don't do it!
This is my gym!
- Step away from the crates.
- What's the matter?
You scared?
Step away from the crates,
now!
You got nothing on me.
♪ ♪
Nothing on you, huh?
Except 48 unregistered 1911s.
It's like you're going to w*r, huh?
Our nation's under attack
by foreign invaders.
If you look close, you realize the
enemy's already jumped the gates.
Oh, I cannot wait to
visit you on death row.
There is no death penalty
on federal g*n charges.
g*ns are the least of
your worries, pal, OK?
You're on the hook for the
m*rder of a deputized federal agent.
m*rder?
I didn't k*ll anyone.
Oh, no, not just anyone,
a cop who was undercover at your gym.
No, no.
I know everything that's
going on under my roof.
There was no cop.
No cop, huh?
Then who's this?
NYPD Officer Clint Mathis,
gunned down in front of
his daughter's school
at 8:00 this morning.
Hey, hey, let them do their job.
Marcus, please.
You got this all wrong. I liked Clint.
He was sharp, loyal,
at least I thought he was.
Come on, you're telling me
that finding out
that he was a cop didn't
feel like a big betrayal to you?
You got salsa in your ears?
I thought Clint was one of us.
I would never k*ll him.
But I might be able to tell you who did.
OK, we're listening.
Slow your roll.
I got a solid alibi.
You give me immunity on
those g*n charges, I'll talk.
We could put in a word, but
your story better check out.
I was gonna tell Clint about
the next stage of our...
mission.
But I had to be sure I could trust him.
So last night, I followed him.
Clint met up with some dude.
They get into it.
Some punches were thrown.
The dude backs down.
We meet up later.
Clint says the dude was
trying to shake us down.
He knew about the g*ns.
So maybe this guy came back around
and whacked Clint.
What, we're just supposed
to take your word on this?
Not mine, my phone.
I took pictures.
All right, Ian, talk to me.
Yeah, that story checks out.
Burns took photos of a meeting
under the Roosevelt Island Bridge.
This is a side angle.
But I am pretty sure
that is Clint Mathis.
All right, so who's the guy
in the baseball cap?
That's Hugo Reyna.
Who's Hugo Reyna?
Another one of my officers.
He and Clint were partners
in the g*ng Unit
before Clint went over to DHS.
Yeah, Hugo Reyna, 12 years on the job,
got as many commendations as complaints.
According to the property database,
NYPD issued him a GL*CK 21.
That's a .45 caliber p*stol,
same as the m*rder weapon.
What... what exactly are we saying?
We ain't saying nothing.
Well, not... not yet.
But we follow the facts in here,
and whether we like it
or not, right now,
the facts are saying Clint might
have been k*lled by his old partner.
♪ ♪
Ian, do you have a minute?
Uh, if it's about Hugo
Reyna's Internal Affairs files,
- we're still waiting.
- Um, it is not.
Listen, what I'm about to
tell you cannot go beyond
the two of us, you understand?
Hey, Valentine.
Yeah?
Tell me you're not really
buying into this rogue cop theory.
Well, our victim got in
a fight with his old partner
hours before he was k*lled
with the same caliber g*n
the guy carries. We're just...
we're just playing it as it lies,
but we're not there yet.
We still need a motive.
So why would Hugo Reyna
want Clint Mathis dead?
How about to keep from going to prison?
What's that?
Clint Mathis was subpoenaed yesterday
to testify in the upcoming
Cobi Harkes trial.
Remind me who Cobi Harkes is again?
He's a gangbanger
turned drug trafficker.
Uh...
He did a bid at Southport
on an as*ault conviction.
Since then, he's been clean,
on paper, anyway.
Cobi Harkes is the biggest
heroin dealer in New York.
Ruthless.
g*ng Unit's been after him for years,
but he never got his hands dirty,
until Clint Mathis
and Reyna pulled him over
a few months ago,
caught him driving around
with two kilos of H in his trunk.
Except,
Harkes claimed Reyna planted the drugs
to make the arrest.
Criminals accuse cops all the time.
It's possible Reyna's partner agreed.
Clint Mathis was set to testify
against Reyna on the stand.
W-why would he do that?
The body cam footage.
Here's Clint Mathis's.
You can see, he's searching
Cobi Harkes's vehicle,
doesn't find anything,
so he turns to his partner.
- Nothing in there.
- Let me look.
Bull, and you know it.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Oh, really?
- This is bull.
- OK.
- So that seems pretty clear cut.
- What's this?
All right, let's look
at Hugo Reyna's body cam,
- get his side of the story.
- That's the problem.
Reyna's body cam
didn't record the search.
He claimed it malfunctioned.
It happens.
On the day he finds two bricks of heroin
- in his white whale's car.
- Come on, Valentine.
There's no proof Reyna
planted those drugs.
No, but one week after
this arrest, Clint Mathis
asked to be transferred
to a DHS task force,
breaking up a multiyear
partnership with Reyna.
♪ ♪
Clint came to me,
said he needed a new challenge.
All right, well, now... now he's dead.
And Reyna doesn't have to worry
about what his partner
was gonna say on the stand.
You're barking up the wrong tree here.
Listen up, everybody.
We got to widen the suspect pool,
look at offenders Mathis
put away the last five years.
- Let's stop at nothing.
- You know what? Let's, uh...
let's go ahead and belay that.
Marcus, can I speak to you for a sec?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
All right, look, man, you don't give
the orders in there. I do.
Clint Mathis, Hugo Reyna,
those are my officers.
I understand that.
And I also understand that your judgment
might be a little compromised
because of it.
NYPD is a four-letter word these days,
and I'm not gonna sit on my hands
while one of my own
is accused of m*rder.
You know what? Don't sit on your hands.
Set up a meet with Reyna.
Help us bring him in safely.
You asking me to sell out my own guy?
If he is innocent,
you can help clear him.
But if he is guilty,
if he did m*rder his partner,
and we go in through the front door,
that could get ugly.
So help us get to the truth
without anyone getting hurt.
What do you say?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
I'm in position.
Let's get this over with.
All right, stay sharp, people.
Reyna should be
arriving any minute.
Got eyes on Reyna,
approaching from the bridge.
♪ ♪
Copy, approaching the lieutenant.
Marcus.
♪ ♪
- Clint, man.
- Yeah.
I can't believe it.
- How you holding up?
- Me?
It's been a rough day for everybody.
- Yeah.
- Maybe mixed feelings for you,
what with, you know,
Clint asking to transfer out
and all that.
Oh, no, that was nothing. Got over it.
Didn't the Lieutenant say Clint Mathis
transferred for a new challenge?
Yeah, he did.
Sounds like he might have lied to us.
Something went wrong between these guys.
Any idea who did it?
Feds took the case,
not telling me nothing.
Wait, the feds are involved?
He's giving up the game.
OK.
Let's move in slowly,
in case he decides to run.
Copy.
♪ ♪
When was the last time
you and Clint spoke?
You all right, LT?
You seem kind of tight.
Yeah,
long day.
Bumped into Clint last week, uh,
said he was on a task force.
Yeah, that was that.
It was only last week
you saw him, not last night?
Not last night?
This an interrogation?
Marcus, am I a suspect?
No, no, listen.
Hugo Reyna, FBI.
- Look at me.
- Oh, Marcus, what'd you do?
Hands where I can see them, now.
- Get up.
- Do what they say, OK?
GL*CK 21.
Get that into evidence.
Hugo Reyna, you're under arrest.
We're gonna get through this.
I'm on your side.
Nah, man. You sold me out.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪ ♪
We got ballistics
comparing Hugo Reyna's g*n
to the shell casings
found at the m*rder scene.
So we should have results soon.
What about Reyna? Is he talking?
Maggie and Eva are questioning him now.
Yeah. All right, thanks, Kelly.
Keep me posted. Hey.
[SIGHS] Ian.
[KNOCKS]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Uh, everything... everything all right?
Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn't it be?
I may be way off base here,
but if there's something going on,
I'm the guy you can tell, you know?
There's nothing going on.
OK.
You're kidding me right now.
You think I k*lled Clint Mathis?
You had means, motive.
I was a pallbearer
at his wife's funeral.
That man was my brother.
That's not what we heard, Hugo.
He transferred to a task force
to get away from you
because you were dirty.
Right, you wanted Cobi Harkes.
That's why you turned your body cam off
and you planted the heroin.
Clint didn't have the stomach for it.
Lady, respect, but you got no
idea what you're talking about.
Oh, yeah?
How do you explain this?
You punched him in the face.
Disagreement among friends.
Well, we got a different theory.
Clint got subpoenaed
in the Cobi Harkes trial,
and he said that he wasn't
gonna put his hand
on the Bible and lie for you.
Clint said some things, yeah.
But I told him, I did nothing wrong.
You know, I got one.
Maybe we all got one,
that one guy that we'd be
willing to do anything to put away.
And it's tempting to put
your finger on that scale.
But Clint knew you planted those drugs.
And you weren't willing
to go down for it.
This morning, you watched
Clint kiss his daughter goodbye,
and then you shot him,
problem solved.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
I know you're watching, Marcus.
You gonna let them
do me like this?
♪ ♪
You want to know if I ever
pushed up against the line?
Damn right I did.
But I never crossed it,
not with Cobi Harkes, not ever.
Then where were you at 8:00 a.m.?
Greenpoint.
There's a card game at a lamp store,
started last night,
didn't leave till 10:00 a.m.
You can check it out.
Oh, we will.
I'm not dirty,
and I didn't k*ll my partner.
How do we know for sure?
Because I'm a cop.
Clint and me, we didn't
ride together no more,
but that bond between partners,
that never goes away.
Tell me you get that.
I didn't k*ll him,
and it's obvious who did.
Hugo Reyna insists
Cobi Harkes k*lled his partner.
Reyna's alibi checked out,
his card game.
And ERT cleared his sidearm.
Meanwhile, Cobi Harkes'
trial's right around the corner.
I mean, there's motive there.
He's staring down a long sentence.
He tried the dirty cops
defense, but it stalled.
So if you're desperate,
maybe you try to greenlight
the cops who pulled you over.
Well, time to change
our focus to Cobi Harkes.
Let's bring him in.
My client's no fool.
He knows you're looking into
the m*rder of Clint Mathis,
just like he knows
the NYPD is out for his blood.
We appreciate the
opportunity to clear the air.
Put my little brother
through law school.
- Best money I ever spent, huh?
- [CHUCKLES]
Why would the NYPD want
to pin this m*rder on you?
Me and Tab, we grew up in The Grant.
- You familiar?
- Mm-hmm.
When you get to where we are
from where we came from,
you realize quick everybody
wants to drag you back down
to where you started.
I'm not mad.
It's human nature.
Your office is aware
that the NYPD g*ng Unit
already attempted subterfuge
on my brother last March.
Faked a traffic stop,
then loaded my car with H.
Cobi was about to pierce
the veil of police corruption
at his upcoming trial.
Now, we know the NYPD would do
whatever it takes to silence my brother.
Including graduating me to cop k*ller.
But it won't work.
Clint was gonna testify against you.
That's why you k*lled him.
We live by three rules.
Family is everything.
If you're gonna build
something, build the best.
If you're gonna fail,
do not be the architect
of your own destruction.
If I was who you say I am,
carelessly driving around with
my own product in my own car,
k*lling a decorated cop whose testimony
might have helped my case,
both fall into that third category.
And you never break one of your rules.
I'd rather die.
Guy hasn't left the parking lot,
and you're already clearing him.
What... no one's taking
their eyes off Harkes, OK?
I got the JOC digging
into his alibi as we speak.
We both know it'll check out.
Man's got 100 soldiers.
Any one of them could
have pulled the trigger.
Worst part is, FBI doesn't plan
on doing a damn thing about it.
The plan, Lieutenant,
remains the same...
find the sh**ter.
If we have to roll up
our sleeves to tie him
- back to Cobi Harkes, so be it.
- You know what?
There's still something from before
that we haven't turned over.
The daughter.
Yeah, exactly.
Clint Mathis was undercover
for months, right.
He never saw his family once.
And then on the day he breaks cover,
he's k*lled.
Maybe the daughter knows something.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
You know, if I were to guess,
this was all pretty scary for you,
your dad leaving for months at a time,
not knowing when he's gonna come back.
I'm sure you've worried a lot.
And then today, he shows up
before his job is even finished.
Has he done that before?
No.
Did he tell you anything
about what he was working on?
No.
Was he behaving out of
the ordinary or weird?
No.
He was just being himself.
What does that mean?
Well, I hadn't seen him in months.
Then he shows up with a stupid bear,
like for a little kid.
It was corny, but...
I should have said thank you. I...
I should have told him I loved him.
And now...
I'm sorry, Ariel.
Has your dad given you gifts
like this before?
No.
Do you still have the bear
he gave you today?
♪ ♪
Stupid thing doesn't even
sing like it's supposed to.
♪ ♪
This is the memory card
from Clint's undercover phone.
Let's see what we got.
Photos from the active club
that he was investigating.
Then, all right, there are some
pics that he took last night.
Yeah, what is this?
Like a still from
a security camera, yeah?
Someone buying
a burner phone at a bodega.
Judging by the timestamp,
it was on March 10th.
What's the significance of that?
That's the day before
Cobi Harkes's traffic stop.
Yes. So maybe he was
investigating the traffic stop
one last time before the trial.
And I think he found
something and then visits
- his daughter to pass it off.
- Right.
Well, we can assume
he figured he was in danger,
and he didn't want this
to get in the wrong hands.
- So who was this guy?
- Yes.
That is...
Fernando Balboa, 34.
He did time for robbery,
attempted m*rder,
recently beat a weapons charge.
And he is a known member of
the Latin Kings street g*ng.
Yeah, the Latin Kings,
that's Cobi Harkes's rival
in the heroin game.
They've been at w*r
with each other for years.
All right, I think we've
been in the dark long enough.
Let's get a team over to
Balboa's last known address.
Yes, ma'am.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Looks like somebody's home.
Let's just hope it's our guy.
Let's take a look, yeah?
Look at that.
Black Durango
and the taillight's busted.
All right, Jubal,
we are at Balboa's last known.
Looks like we found our sh**ter.
All right, hang tight.
I'm sending backup now.
[g*nshots]
Opcen, we got shots fired
at our location.
We're making entry.
[TENSE MUSIC]
- [GROANING]
- FBI!
[WALL SHATTERS]
[GRUNTING]
Hey!
Reyna, back off.
We got this.
Reyna, FBI.
You need to lower your weapon.
You don't understand.
This son of a b*tch started it all.
He planted those drugs,
and he k*lled my partner.
Put the g*n down, Reyna.
Not until you hear the truth.
Man, sh**t his a*s already.
He broke into my house.
I didn't do nothing.
You know what you did,
you son of a b*tch.
Go ahead, tell them!
Tell them about the drugs,
and tell them how you k*lled Clint.
Reyna, you need to put it down.
- Look at me, now!
- Come on, Reyna.
We're just trying to put the
pieces together, same as you.
You haven't crossed that line yet,
so don't you make a decision
you can't walk back from.
Holster your weapon.
We'll take it from here.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Come on.
♪ ♪
Get up.
♪ ♪
I'm gonna get a lawyer.
I'm gonna own all your houses.
I got a SIG P220 in .45.
Same caliber that k*lled Clint.
It's recently fired, too.
♪ ♪
So do you want to explain
to us what in the hell
happened back there, Reyna?
Clint got k*lled,
and I couldn't stop it.
Least I could do was find
the b*stard who k*lled him.
You definitely found him.
ERT just confirmed.
Balboa's weapon is the one
that k*lled your partner.
Told you.
The problem is we're
left asking, how, OK?
How'd you make Balboa for the sh**ter?
How'd you find him?
And how'd you know he planted
the drugs in Cobi Harkes' car?
Hugo, we're not IAB, OK?
We're not here to jam you up.
But you need to come clean.
Everybody thought me and Clint
hit the jackpot when we rolled
Cobi Harkes at that traffic stop.
But it wasn't just dumb luck.
So what are you saying,
that you knew those drugs
were gonna be in that car?
Yeah, but not because we planted them.
We got an anonymous tip.
From a burner
purchased by Fernando Balboa?
Yeah.
But we didn't know
who tipped us at the time.
I just got a text.
It said Cobi Harkes is
having dinner at Via Carota,
and he'd be leaving in a blue BMW.
Message ended with, "Check the back."
Clint, he thought it was
too good to be true.
I wasn't about to pass up on a
chance to take down Cobi Harkes.
OK, so you acted on intel.
And then what?
I posted up across the street,
eating some slices, while Harkes
wolfed down a $500 tomahawk.
Sure enough, he leaves in a blue bimmer
We pulled him over for
failing to signal a turn.
He consented to the vehicle search?
He did.
Clint looked in the back,
didn't find nothing.
Then I looked.
I checked the subfloor where
the spare's supposed to be,
boom, 2 kilos,
made the arrest.
I was riding high.
Clint, he started questioning
the bust, too easy,
accused me of planting the drugs,
of sending the tip to myself
on a burner.
I told him to get his head on straight.
Your own partner,
accusing you like this.
He couldn't even look me in the eyes.
It was like...
it was like I was one of them.
So you're saying that before today,
you never tried to figure out
who was behind that anonymous tip?
Clint left that out of the report.
I guess he figured
he was doing me a favor.
Until Cobi decides to fight
the charges, go to trial,
subpoenas go out, and now,
Clint's got to testify.
And that's what the fight
was about last night.
Clint said he didn't want
to lie for me no more.
I told him, he didn't have to
lie for me in the first place.
The tip was legit,
and if he didn't believe me,
he should chase down
who sent it once and for all.
So Clint finally starts
digging for the answer,
and he gets k*lled.
♪ ♪
Because of me.
Well, you didn't point
the g*n at him, Hugo.
When I heard he was dead,
I realized, damn,
Clint figured out
who sent the Harkes tip.
Fernando Balboa, Latin King.
Clint told Balboa he was
gonna put it all on record.
Balboa panicked,
followed him this morning,
and took his shot.
But how does a known rival
of Cobi Harkes
get 2 kilos into his trunk?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[SIGHS]
It seems like your guys had
a pretty serious falling out.
All this time, I was sure I knew
what was going on in my own house.
♪ ♪
Well, Fernando, the evidence
is piled against you, my man.
We know you k*lled Clint Mathis
this morning.
Now, we can help you avoid the
needle, but you gotta help us.
Help you how?
Tell us why you planted
the 2 kilos of heroin
in Cobi Harkes' car.
You guys got it twisted.
Well, straighten us out then.
I didn't plant those bricks.
You really think a Latin King could
get anywhere near Cobi Harkes?
You're the one that tipped off the NYPD
that the drugs were in the BMW.
OK, yeah, whatever. I texted that tip.
That's all.
After that, everything was supposed
to go back to normal, no more w*r,
both sides making money,
instead of losing it.
And I'd finally be even.
Even with who?
Fernando, who are you protecting?
I'm done talking.
Y'all gonna get my family k*lled too.
All right, folks, listen up.
So we now know that Fernando Balboa
sent the text that led
the NYPD to finding drugs
in Cobi Harkes's vehicle.
We also know it was not his idea,
which means whoever set
today's events in motion
is still unknown and at large.
Yeah, so the real question
is, who does Balboa work for,
and who had enough leverage on
him to get him to text the tip?
I dug deeper into
Balboa's legal history.
Last year, he was arrested for
ill*gal firearms possession,
would have been his third strike.
Right, leaving him staring
down some pretty serious time.
Except the case was dropped
after Balboa's counsel
won a longshot motion
that got the search tossed.
He must have had a hell of a lawyer.
He did. Ready for this?
It was Tab Harkes, Cobi's brother.
Wait, wait, wait, the Harkes
hate the Kings, right?
Cobi hates the Kings.
They tried to k*ll him when
he was locked up at Southport.
Cobi never forgot, but maybe
his little brother did.
Are we suggesting Tab Harkes arranged
a heroin bust to frame his own brother?
To what end?
♪ ♪
How about to end the w*r?
Harkes's organization
has been bleeding money
fighting the Latin Kings.
A truce would allow them
to focus on what
they really care about, getting paid.
And the only person standing
in the way of that truce is Cobi.
So we think Tab Harkes
staged a coup because
it was good for business.
It's a hell of a theory.
The only problem is,
Balboa's not talking,
and without proof...
Tab Harkes will get away with
his part in a cop's m*rder.
There's a way to get
Tab Harkes to confess
to all of it.
The frame job, Clint's m*rder.
It all depends on how street
you feds are willing to get.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
So we were able to bring Tab
and Cobi in separately.
Neither brother knows that
the other's in the building.
Good. Now, we got a better
shot at playing them
- against one another.
- Exactly. Yeah.
Here we go.
Hope y'all gonna make this quick.
Only came down here
as a courtesy to the Bureau.
My time is precious.
- I got clients to tend to.
- Funny you say that.
We got one of those clients
here right now,
across the hall, actually.
Care to tell me which one?
Your brother, Cobi.
If that's true, I need
to be in that room with him.
As you know,
I'm my brother's lead counsel.
We do know that.
But after he hears what we have to say,
I doubt he's gonna want you
representing him, Tabias.
In fact, I don't think
he's gonna want you
anywhere near his operation.
All right, I'm just gonna
be straight with you, OK?
You're a drug dealer, Cobi.
And we're the FBI.
So on any normal day,
we would be on opposite sides
of the law.
But today, our interests align.
Well, it turns out that you were right.
Someone did plant those drugs
in your car last March,
but it wasn't NYPD.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Your brother, with drugs that
he acquired from a Latin King.
I ain't gonna sit through this.
I know my brother.
Tab wouldn't be caught dead
doing business with them.
Yeah, we thought the same thing.
Then we found that.
♪ ♪
Your brother Tabias represents a top
Latin Kings lieutenant, Fernando Balboa.
This is his deposition
from December 28th.
♪ ♪
So last year, Balboa got
snatched up on a weapons charge.
Things were looking pretty grim.
It was his third strike,
That was until you intervened,
which meant that you
got his case thrown out
before it even made it to court.
That was good for you.
Now Balboa owed you big time.
You intended to cash that in.
We have a professional obligation
to provide pro bono services
to New Yorkers
who can't afford legal counsel.
I filled the need.
What kind of attorney's fees
would your brother charge
to do a case like that?
That's roughly the value of, what,
like the kind found in your car?
Fernando Balboa paid your
brother with his own product.
Your brother Tab then took those drugs
and planted them in the trunk
of your bimmer
and enlisted the help of Fernando Balboa
to tip off the NYPD from a burner phone.
That's how the g*ng Unit knew
to pull you over that day,
and it's exactly why
you're still looking
at 20-year minimum for possession
with intent to distribute.
Your own flesh and blood sold you out.
♪ ♪
Once you got your brother
out of the way,
you could finally do the one
thing he would never sign off on,
partner with the Latin Kings.
Except one of the cops
who pinched your brother
put it together and confronted
Balboa last night.
Balboa panicked, called you.
You gave him an ultimatum...
silence the cop, or the deal is dead.
That sound about right?
That's a hell of a story.
But without Mr. Balboa's cooperation,
these allegations
will never stand up in court.
They don't have to.
All the FBI has to do
is convince one person,
and that's your brother.
♪ ♪
Looks to me like we've
accomplished that goal.
So you have one move left, Tabias.
You confess to setting up your brother
and ordering the hit on Clint Mathis.
And then you're gonna let us arrest you
and take you into custody
because we both know
you walk out those front doors,
you're not gonna last
one night on the street.
You broke two rules,
never be the architect
of your own destruction,
and the most important,
family is everything, Tab.
[CHUCKLES]
You know why my brother calls me Tab?
It's not because my name is Tabias.
It's because that's how he sees me.
When he gets up and leaves, I'm the one
that picks up the tab,
cleans up the mess.
The man treats me like the help.
♪ ♪
But he's nothing without me,
and he knows it.
You sure you want to test that theory?
♪ ♪
I'll take my chances.
♪ ♪
OK.
I did my part.
Now, it's your turn.
You don't want to hang out,
see what comes next?
Ah, I gotta meet with
my unit, with Reyna,
apologize for everything
that went down today,
get my house back in order.
They'll understand.
You're a good cop.
I appreciate that.
[EXHALES]
This is a gamble.
Tab walks out those doors,
he's never gonna pay
for setting up his brother
or k*lling a cop.
Need a ride, little bro?
I'm good.
Nah, Tab, you get in the car.
We got a lot to talk about.
I look out for you,
and this is how you do me?
You always say,
if you build something, build the best.
I couldn't do that
with you standing in the way.
Your damn w*r was holding us back.
You know what this means, right?
♪ ♪
What comes next?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Yeah.
I do.
♪ ♪
I'd like to confess to conspiracy
to murdering a police officer.
The AUSA is waiting upstairs.
You can tell her the whole story.
♪ ♪
Well, I bet Cobi never expected
someone in his inner circle
to betray him like that.
Yeah, well, I guess you never know.
♪ ♪
[DOOR BANGS]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Ian built what you needed.
Is it supposed to look like this?
Yep.
Don't worry. I have a plan.
Good.
Now, use it to take Anna Vorpe
down and close the circle
before it gets any bigger.
- Yes, ma'am.
- [DOOR OPENS]
- You were followed.
- No, I wasn't.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Somebody want to tell me
what the hell's going on?
♪ ♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[WOLF HOWLS]
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