Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

Hey, no skating inside.

Ruben, where's that game thing
I bought you?

I left it at home because I didn't know
you were gonna take me out of camp.

Camp?

- You have him in camp?
- Not anymore.

What?

Ahem. Hey, kid.

Yeah. Listen up.

Go there with Buzz and he's gonna pull
something up on the Internet for you.

- You're bossy.
- Get there.

Ruben, I said no skating inside.

Look, emergencies happen
when you have kids.

You don't have kids, Julio.

Tao has kids. I have kids.

You have someone else's kid.

That's completely different.

What's this camp?

It's all day sports.

I just thought that I would find a safe
place where Ruben could play all day.

But get this.

The camp's soccer coach
was convicted of shoplifting two...

Wait, wait, wait. Are you...?

Are you telling me that you did
an illegal background check on this guy?

No. I mean, his car looked suspicious,
so I ran his plates...

- Oh, bullshit.
- You know, he...

Gotta look after this kid
until I find his mother.

What about finding his mother?
Why's that taking so long?

- What's the holdup?
- I don't know.

I'm calling Mexican law enforcement.
I'm doing searches for family members.

- I'm trying everything that I can.
- Right.

You know what, Julio?

I...

I think you need some help.

Lieutenant Andy Flynn, Major Crimes.
Can I help you?

Oh, hey, Mikki. How you doing?

Oh.

Is this like body parts
from one person?

Body parts?

Call the chief.

So...

...human remains in a bag?
What kind of bag?

Give me one second, okay?

Oh, thank you, Detective Mendoza.

My pleasure, chief.

You are looking better than ever.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks.

Sorry to call you,
but I think the circumstances demand it.

- What circumstances?
- Months ago, a few blocks from here...

...we found a bag in a dumpster
with a hacked up body inside it.

Except the head
and hands were missing.

We entered m*rder details into VICAP.

Some matches with some cartel killings
in San Diego and Phoenix.

Wait, so the cartel filled garbage bags
with hacked up bodies?

Without hands and head?

The hands were there. And the skulls.
But the faces had been cut off.

Three weeks ago, we found another bag
like this. No head. No hands.

This one here makes three.

Did you find a head in there
or some hands?

Definitely no head.

Not sure about the hands.

- I can do that for you, ma'am.
- Oh, that's not necessary.

So did you take DNA samples
from the other bodies?

Yes, ma'am. No hits yet.

Okay, so three victims. I assume
the others are still at the morgue.

No head, no hands, no funeral service.

So San Diego, Phoenix
and now Los Angeles.

Sounds like the cartel activity
is headed north.

And this is g*ng territory.

Is the g*ng in this neighborhood
even connected to cartels?

Where's Detective Sanchez?
And Lieutenant Provenza?

- Checking on another missing person.
- Still?

I know the local g*ng. The Six Points.

No cartel connections,
but maybe they're seen as competition.

Mendoza, who do you think you are?

Excuse me, sir.

You have no authority to transfer cases
to Major Crimes...

...without going through me.

Our commander told us to contact you.
No one could find your office.

- The clock was ticking, I thought...
- Excuse me. One second.

Det. Mendoza, just to be clear,
in the last two months...

...you've found three victims
hacked up...

...tossed into trash bags in dumpsters?
- Yes, ma'am.

I think it's fair to call this
a Major Crime.

Well, yeah.

But I should have been the one
to tell you, not her.

Thank you so much for your help.
We'll take it from here.

Glad to help you, ma'am.
And always, good to see you.

Thank you.

Oh, by the way.
Good luck on the chief sweepstakes.

You'd look even better
sitting behind the big desk.

- And what did she mean by that?
- I don't know.

Oh, I applied for chief of police.
We'll talk about it later.

- You applied for chief?
- That's not how I should find out either.

Right now we should be concentrating
on what I wanna find out.

Please organize a grid search to find
the missing body parts from that bag.

The last thing I need is for some dog
dragging a head down the street.

Okay, okay. Let's go. Let's go.

Thank y'all so much.

What on Earth made you apply
for chief?

I told her to.

She was drafted by the L.A.P.D.'s
Women's Work Group.

I thought she should go with it.

So now she's one of 27 billion
other people who've applied for the job.

Which means I'm not the slam-dunk
we hoped I'd be.

Last thing I need is
for hacked up bodies in garbage bags...

...to be the lead story
on tonight's news.

Well, the press doesn't care
about murders in that neighborhood.

Here's a list of words
I'd like to not hear...

...during this investigation.
Mexican cartel murders.

Bag of bones.

Serial k*ller.
I don't want these cases sensationalized.

But the m.o. here is similar
to the Mexican cartel murders.

They're called Mexican cartel murders,
they happen in Mexico.

You don't even know where
these victims are from, who they are.

Meet Juan Doe 102, 106 and 107.

From what I can tell so far,
all of them adolescent males.

I didn't conduct the original autopsy
on your victims...

...but let me see
if I can put something together.

Do the bodies
have any identifying characteristics?

Based on their skin color,
I would say they were Latino...

...but I don't wanna be accused
of racial profiling.

They could be g*ng members.

Though...

But... No, I don't see tattoos.

- So, what you're saying, there's nothing.
- Oh. Not so fast.

I looked over the x-rays from the victim
that Mendoza brought in months ago...

...and I found something
the other doctor missed.

- What is that?
- A radiolucent ankle pin.

Made from material easy to miss
in an x-ray.

FDA just approved it last year.

It's not the kind of medical treatment
you'll find in Mexico yet.

Okay, which suggests that at least
one of our victims is from here.

Thank you, doctor.

Oh, all I need is for
one of these missing persons reports...

...to mention a broken ankle
or a twisted foot or something.

Are you done eating yet?

These autopsy photos of the victims
from San Diego and Phoenix are bad.

Trust me, after what I saw today,
nothing will faze me.

Look. Why don't, um...?

Start sorting through
these missing persons files...

...and I'll start sorting
through these... Oh!

- What is that?
- What?

Oh, that's a soccer ball with one
of the victim's faces stitched onto it.

An FBI source gave us that photo
after the ball was found...

...rolling around city hall in Ju?rez.

Detective Mendoza didn't say anything
about that.

What did Sanchez say
about the gangs in the area?

Sanchez wasn't there.

He's still allegedly looking
for Ruben's mom.

Might have been easier for him
if I hadn't k*lled the kid's dad.

Any way I can help?

Talk to Provenza about it, would you?
Please? I'm staying out of it, if I can.

- What's that?
- Missing 17-year-old boy.

There's a little box checked there
indicating a scar on his ankle.

His name is Pedro Mota.

Reported missing 10 days ago
by his mother.

The body was found
in Six Points g*ng territory.

This is Det. Mendoza's first victim.
Picked out of the trash two months ago.

Why'd his mother wait to call it in?

Maybe she thought Pedro was in jail.
He has the r?sum?.

Pedro was arrested in the g*ng r*pe
of a 12-year-old girl.

For some reason, she couldn't testify,
so Pedro walked.

Charming.

Well, maybe I should talk...

Maybe I should talk to this mother.

I had her picked up, chief.
She should be here any second.

Well, that's one mother
you found awfully quick.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Chief, if this is a g*ng or cartel thing
and Pedro is the victim...

...then something's weird.

And what would that be?

Well, the Six Points deal
prescription dr*gs.

OxyContin, Vicodin, Percocet.

They stay away from cartel product.
No coke. No pot.

Whatever Pedro's done,
it's not my fault.

Mrs. Mota?

Oh, um...

Thank you so much for coming in.
I'm Deputy Chief Johnson.

Why don't we go into my office?
Det. Sanchez? Det. Gabriel?

Right this way.

You know, I can't believe
she didn't mention the whole chief thing.

It's all politics. Which means
we're not gonna get involved.

I don't wanna hear another word
about this. Clear?

- You're not gonna ask her about it?
- No.

And neither are you.

We have enough problems around here
as it is.

I don't care if you find Pedro or not.
Things are better without him.

Then why did you file
a missing person's report?

The money.

- What money?
- That welfare lady showed up again.

Unannounced.
Doing her little inspection.

She asked where Pedro was and I
mentioned I haven't seen him in a while.

So the b*tch threatens
to cancel my monthly check...

...if I don't report him missing.

She's like, " He's only a teenager.
He shouldn't be gone like this."

So I called the police.

Now I, like, still get my check.

And I don't have to look
at Pedro's stupid face.

And when was the last time you saw
your son's stupid face?

I don't know.

Right after school ended.
Something like that.

Two months ago. You didn't think
that was worth mentioning to the police?

I tried to make good with Pedro.

He don't listen.
I'm not dealing with his crap no more.

So, what do you think happens to this
welfare check if your son turns up dead?

Dead?

Pedro wasn't dead.
He was just bleeding a little.

What do you mean bleeding?

He got into some knife fight.

And I had to stop everything
I was doing to take him to that clinic.

Would this be the same clinic
where he got a pin put in his ankle?

- How do you know about that?
- I need the name of this clinic.

Pedro Mota.

Yeah. Yeah, I did. I treated him...
It's for a knife wound.

And something just odd about it too.
I can't remember what it was.

Is Pedro a regular patient here?

See, I'm also interested in a pin
that may have been put into his ankle.

And I understand you have
to comply with HIPAA regulations.

So I brought this
as well as the patient's mother.

Yeah, um, can we discuss this privately,
please?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Please.

Eva, can you pull up for me Pedro Mota's
medical chart, please? Thanks.

You never reported Pedro's knife wound
to the police.

This is a clinic
in a tough neighborhood.

I call the police,
my car won't be here when I leave.

Doctor? Pedro Mota's file.

Thanks. Okay.

Mota, Pedro.

Yeah. He did. He had a nasty cut on the
right side of his torso, above his liver.

You said there was something odd
about the wound?

You know, it looked to me as if his mom
might have had a go at him.

Attempted attitude adjustment.

- Did you ask him about that?
- No. I...

I've learned... I've learned not to be
overly curious with the teenagers here.

- They can take it the wrong way.
- Right.

It was a really nasty cut, though.
I made a follow-up for him, but...

- He never came back?
- No.

No. And every time I called,
his mom hung up on me.

Chief, mama's getting antsy
out there.

Oh. Just one second.

You know, I really don't want the mom
to know that I...

Oh, don't worry about her.
I'm not gonna tell her anything.

What about Pedro's ankle?

- Is there a pin in it?
- Right.

Yes, and it was put there
by our orthopedic surgeon last year.

Dr. Scott. Well, he's not in today.
Do you want me to call him?

No. If I could just take the x-ray
of the ankle? If you have that.

As well as Pedro's chart.
I'm trying to identify his body.

- Yes. Here's the x-ray.
- Oh, thank you.

And the chart.

I can get you Pedro's dental records.
Wouldn't they be better...?

Dental records won't help
in this instance. The head...

The chart will do.
Thank you so much, doctor.

Definitely a match.

Did you happen to see a scar
on Pedro's torso?

From a knife wound, maybe?

Not on the left side and the right side
of his abdomen was missing.

Along with a lot of other things.

- Like what?
- Your victims had a few organs removed.

Organs? What organs?

When I started examining what was left
of these bodies last night...

...I noticed the first one we identified,
Pedro, had a kidney and a liver missing.

Maybe also a heart, although
I don't have that part of his body.

But his head and hands were also gone.
So I didn't know if that meant anything.

Then this morning,
I started in on the second bag of bones.

No organs.

And the body from yesterday?

Heart, liver, kidneys. All gone.

Are you telling me these boys
were m*rder*d for their organs?

Officially, the cause of death
is still undetermined.

But I... I've looked very closely
at all three bodies.

And the pi?atas are empty.

Yes, sir?

Where's Ruben?

He's in the break room watching TV.
Not in the way.

Any progress on finding his mother?

Well, sir, Ruben says
she's from Manzanillo.

My uncle has a friend there
who did some digging around.

No trace of a Maria Hernandez yet,
but I'm trying new searches every day.

Ah.

Well, let's see what these searches
of yours have turned up?

You dumped my computer, Tao?

I'm trying to help you, Julio.

You haven't been trying
to find Ruben's mother.

You've been trying
to find baby-sitters.

And new day camps.
And schools for the fall.

There's not a single search here
for a Maria Hernandez. Not one.

We dragged your office phone logs.

You have not called Mexico once
in two weeks.

Now, you listen to me, Julio.

Ruben deserves to be with his mother.

And his mother deserves
to be with him.

She's had four years to come back.
She hasn't done it.

Julio, you don't even know her.

She's not here.

She was deported by an ICE agent
who was a murdering r*pist.

She was too afraid to come back.

When you have a child,
you find a way!

No.

Ruben's better off with me
and my family.

And I'm not giving him back.

All right, Tao.

Manzanillo.

Check it out with Ruben.

If it's true, then we've got a starting
point and it'll get easier from there.

How do we get her back
in the country?

Well, I've got that covered.

What if Julio's right?

I mean, how do we know
what's best for Ruben?

We're following the law.

That's how we know what's best.

Chief, we've got a DNA hit
on the second victim.

- Did you get a name?
- No, but I matched some open case files.

Dead guy number two left a baseball cap
at the scene of a robbery last year.

Two months ago, he cut his arm on
a glass door after k*lling a security guard.

So our first bag of bones contains
a child-molesting r*pist...

...and the second one holds
a murdering armed robber.

Sounds like someone
is doing the city a favor.

With what Dr. Morales told us...

...it's a sign gangs
are getting into the organ business.

Yeah, I was doing some research.

A kidney can go for over $10,000
on the black market.

A heart is off the charts. Ounce for
ounce, it's better than dealing cocaine.

What? These are gangsters.
They're not interested in organs.

And they're not doing brain surgery
on the side.

- It's only a theory, Julio.
- Well, your theory's stupid, Tao.

- That's Lieutenant Tao...
- Knock it off!

Okay, so the autopsy results from
the San Diego and Phoenix bodies...

...show the organs still in place.

So our murders
aren't connected to them.

And I think Detective Sanchez
has a point.

I seriously doubt that local
g*ng members have the resources...

...or the knowledge to start trading
kidneys and such on the black market.

But who does?
That is the question. Who does?

The organ distribution network
is pretty strictly regulated.

Each state has a federally designated
organ procurement organization, an OPO.

Each time they harvest, they report to
the United Network for Organ Sharing...

...who tell them where to send
the hearts, the livers and stuff.

The whole system is actually designed
to keep track of every single organ.

Well, clearly...

It's not working very well, is it?

So the OPO here in California,
does it have a name?

Life Group Alliance, like all OPOs,
is a non-profit organization.

It's against the law to sell us organs.

Well, I appreciate
that it's against the law, Miss Reed.

But most K*llers don't care about that.

Besides which, you can't just place
any heart into any body.

Donors have to be matched
with recipients.

You people.

You never do anything
but make things harder on us.

Harder in what way?

Let's start with a potentially
great source for healthy organs:

Homicide victims.

Well, a m*rder victim's organs
might be used as evidence.

And the guidelines under
which we operate...

Guidelines aren't laws.

The police aren't compelled
to keep those organs.

Patients die
because you don't give them.

Miss Reed, so far,
I've got three victims...

...who've been m*rder*d
and cut up for parts.

And if this case requires it,
I will hold back every organ I can find...

...including those you're supposed
to be monitoring.

Life Group Alliance
could not be involved.

We have an elaborate set
of checks and balances...

...to prevent undocumented organs
from our system.

Wait. Wait. So are you saying
there is no way to get a transplant...

...without waiting in this line
of yours?

It would have
to go through our database...

...but there are directed donations.

People who wanna donate a kidney
or bone marrow to specific patients.

It's rarer,
but there are some angels among us.

My victims didn't have wings.

So this database of yours...

...it would include everyone who's out
there searching for an organ donor?

I suppose you wanna see
who's on that list.

No, Miss Reed. I wanna see who isn't.

What are you doing?

We're cross-referencing people...

...who were looking for transplants
in Southern California two months ago.

And eliminating those still waiting
today.

- Why?
- Because kidneys, livers...

...and especially hearts
don't last very long.

Whoever took those organs from our
victims had to transplant them quickly.

Those people wouldn't still be
on the list.

All right. Here we go.

Over the last two months,
a total of 319 people fell off the list.

Seventy-four of them died before getting
a transplant. Eliminating them.

Okay. So that leaves 245 people
in the L.A. area who received organs.

Thirty-eight of whom
were recipients of direct donors.

So let's look 48 hours on either side
of the day that Pedro was found.

We need to find someone
who matches him pretty closely.

How about Oscar Garcia, age 16?

Roughly the same age as Pedro Mota.
Same ethnicity. Oscar got a kidney.

Lieutenant Flynn, would you please
bring Oscar down here and a parent?

If you've identified your victim,
why haven't you notified his mother?

She waited over a month
to report him missing.

She's in no rush to know anything.
And what...?

- What is the matter now?
- I asked you not to sensationalize this.

You're making it look like people
are being hunted down for their organs.

If Oscar has a stolen kidney,
what are you gonna do? Ask for it back?

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Garcia.

We are so low on funds right now
that every t*nk of gas really counts.

What is it you think the hospital
might have done wrong?

Well, um...

...hopefully, nothing.

After you, sir.

Thank you.

Deputy Chief Johnson,
this is Jorge and Oscar Garcia.

Good morning.
Thank you so much for coming in.

This is David Gabriel from the
State Medical Board. He's here to help.

Hopefully this won't take too long.

We just need to do a follow-up
on transplants in Southern California.

I don't have to tell you
how hard these organs are to come by.

We've had a few complaints.
So better to be safe than sorry.

Before we start, Oscar, how are
you feeling? You doing all right, buddy?

I'm doing great.
And I felt like that right away too.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
He's doing a lot better.

Thank God. You'd never know
how bad he was before.

No, I wouldn't. And you were very lucky
to find a direct donor.

And in the nick of time,
I understand too.

Now, the local registry lists your donor's
name as a Sancho Ruiz. Is that correct?

Mm-hm. Oscar's second cousin.

- On his mother's side of the family.
- Okay.

And does...? Does Sancho reside here
in Los Angeles?

No. No, no, no. He lives in Mexico.

We'd never even heard of Sancho.
Can you believe that?

But when we found him, and it turned
out he was a match for me...

...Sancho said he'd be honored to help.
Because family is family.

Isn't that wonderful?

Doing my job? I don't meet a lot
of people like Sancho, I can tell you that.

How on Earth did y'all find him
if no one had ever heard of him before?

Ancestry. com.

See, a lot of our extended family
still lives in Mexico.

And you contacted Sancho how?

For example, did you speak
with Sancho on the phone?

No. I didn't even know about him
until we were headed for surgery.

Dad didn't wanna get my hopes up.

After we were through it all, I wrote him
a letter thanking him. Didn't I, Dad?

Really? Where'd you send it?

The letter, I mean.
I mean, what's Sancho's address?

We would all really love
to talk with him.

- You know...
- Mr. Garcia...

...I need you to give me
Sancho's contact information?

These are not follow-up questions
to Oscar's surgery.

I mean, what the hell
is going on here?

Why don't we start over? Only this time,
I need to advise you of your rights...

You know what, don't bother.

Because I am not answering any more
questions until I speak to an attorney.

No. No, sir, thank you.
You've been very helpful.

So Mr. Garcia's lawyer
already contacted the hospital...

...where Oscar got his transplant.

He threatened them with legal action if
they divulged the boy's medical history.

How about the heads?
Have you found any of the heads yet?

I think it would be interesting.

It would, wouldn't it?

Detective Sanchez, what about
Oscar's so-called cousin, Sancho?

He doesn't exist, period, chief.

Ruben, you don't need
to be hearing any of this.

Go watch television with Buzz. Buzz.

Oh...

I'd give one of my kidneys to Julio
if he needed it.

Ruben couldn't just give Julio
a kidney.

There'd have to be
some kind of an exam...

...to make sure that they were a good
match for each other. Wouldn't they?

- Where's Pedro Mota's chart?
- Oh, I have it, chief.

Is there any kind of test in there
that doesn't go with a knife wound...

...or a broken ankle?

Right after the surgery where the doctor
put a pin in his ankle, there's a... Wow.

A CT angiogram scan.

Now, what would that have to do
with... Ohh.

Luminex flow-bead DSA
determinations.

English, Tao. English.

These are medical assessments
used to determine the size...

...and viability of organs
for transplant.

Ordered by a Dr. Navarro.

- Dr. Navarro?
- He only volunteers at the clinic.

What's his day job?

Dr. Luis Navarro.
Surgery and transplant medicine.

Admitting privileges
St. Sebastian's Hospital.

Trauma team to the ER.
Bay 1. Trauma team to the ER. Bay 1.

Mr. and Mrs. Witten?

It's gonna be okay, all right?

It's gonna be okay.

Excuse me.

- Are you waiting for Dr. Navarro?
- Yes.

Yes, I am. Is he here?

Not yet. But we expect him any minute.
I've got a few more questions for you.

- You're kidding me.
- They're basic.

Daughter's name, organ she's receiving,
how long she's been waiting.

Mary Witten. A heart.
And she's been waiting for months.

Months.

And in fact, we'd almost given up.

Then Dr. Navarro calls us this afternoon,
out of the blue, and tells us to get ready.

I hate to think about what some family is
going through. But for us, it's a miracle.

If that heart can just get here...

Chief. Dr. Navarro's still not...

- Yes, David. I know.
- Chief? Who are you?

When did Dr. Navarro tell you
about the heart?

A couple of hours ago.
Why? What's wrong?

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

You can't interfere with this surgery.
This is my daughter's only chance.

- Keep walking.
- Why do you wanna talk to Navarro?

Tell me. I'm begging you.

Please don't do anything to hurt Mary.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Go.

Dr. Navarro, put your hands up
and step away from that table.

Sorry, I can't do that.
This is a sterile environment.

Opening that door could compromise
my procedure.

That's the point, doctor.

Put your hands in the air
or I'm going to sh**t you.

Well, aim for my head,
would you? I'm an organ donor.

Look, this boy is gone.

His brain, such as it was, is dead.

And his heart...

...has stopped.

I've removed kidneys and liver.
The boy's prognosis is terminal.

Please don't try and come in through...
Oh, that's Plexiglas.

If you're gonna start sh**ting, try not to
hurt yourselves. The boy is dead.

There's a numeric code on that door.
Good luck with that.

Detective Gabriel, stand on that chair
and check out the body.

A young girl's life depends
on what we do here.

You mean Mary Witten?

If these men manage to break
in here before I'm finished, she dies.

Chief, that heart's not beating.
He's... The kid's dead, chief. He's dead.

Get out your cell phones, gentlemen,
I want video of this.

You're in a world of trouble.

What kind of trouble
are we talking about?

k*lling Pedro Mota, removing his organs.
We just watched you m*rder this man.

Are you sure
you have a cause of death?

Because it looks like this boy
died of a brain hemorrhage.

That's all your examiner's
gonna find.

All right, then, doctor.
You wanna stall me? I can stall too.

How long is that heart you've been
working on good for? Three hours? Four?

We'll wait here until you decide
to be more forthcoming.

And remember, a young girl's life
depends on what we do here tonight.

Chief. Chief. Look, this decision
is way above my pay grade.

- But those organs are evidence.
- Let me handle this my way.

You want Mary Witten to get that heart?
Answer my questions.

I want a list of all people you've k*lled,
the people who distribute these organs.

You are asking for the wrong lists.

What about the list of the victims
these men left behind them?

Detective Gabriel, call for backup.
I want this door knocked down, now.

Wait. Wait. Please.

I'll talk to you. Just promise me
that Mary Witten will get her heart.

You answer my questions and I'll see
what I can do about your patients.

How many people have you operated on
like this?

Miguel here makes five.

The first one was a homicide victim
from Six Points.

I couldn't save him. He looked
like a match for my patient.

I kept him alive long enough
to make sure.

And then I took his liver
to save another's life.

And I found myself inspired.

I don't expect you to appreciate
the difficulty of what I'm doing here...

...but there are not many
doctors...

How did you get around the
system to direct this heart to Mary?

That was forgery. And friends...

...from the 11 hospitals
all over Southern California...

...who are exhausted from watching
decent people die every day...

I need names, doctor, not a sermon.

Everyone thinks I'm giving them organs
from homicide victims.

- Doctor, you are.
- You are still stalling, doctor.

I can play this game all night.
How long can Mary Witten play it?

On my laptop behind you, there's
a file with every name that you want...

...including the precise measurements of
my potential recipients and their donors.

Other donors? You're planning
to do this to other people?

Two more. Yes.

So you started out using
someone else's m*rder victim.

But that's not how Pedro Mota came
to be here.

Pedro Mota had a knife wound
like you were told.

But he had been here before.
After breaking his ankle.

Yes.

Pedro Mota...

...led the g*ng r*pe
of a 12-year-old girl.

Her mother came home from work
to find in her back yard six boys...

...taking turns on her only child.

While she was calling 911,
she noticed one of them hurt himself.

Limping away.

So while I was treating her daughter...

...for unspeakable things...

...who should walk into our clinic
with a broken ankle?

Pedro Mota.

You know, the proper anesthetic?

That made Pedro extremely talkative.

So before he was transformed
into a useful member of society...

...he gave me the names
of all his little r*pist friends.

And this axe?

It was necessary
to the post-op procedure I used...

...to make these boys look like cartel
victims. My hope was to misdirect you.

Once I knew you had Pedro's chart,
I knew I was running out of time.

I'm still running out of time.

This victim, he was also a part
of that g*ng r*pe?

The... Victim?

All right.

Yes, he was.

I called Miguel to tell him that he might
have been exposed to an STD.

While he was complaining
about the neighborhood whores...

...I stuck a needle in his arm.

Now I really shouldn't have to explain
how that works.

Why didn't you just call the police?

You don't understand because you didn't
struggle to save a little girl's life.

Watch her head swell
to twice its size.

She can't identify
her mother anymore...

...let alone the six teenage animals
who mutilated her.

You know there was no DNA on her?

And I checked everywhere.
There wasn't any.

Call the poli...
What were you gonna do?

You're not in charge out here.

Where's the line for you, doctor?

You start by cutting up people you think
committed r*pe and who's next?

Drug dealers? Thieves?
People who cross against the light?

Listen to me.

There are two bad boys out there
that I didn't get to.

Why don't you give me a year?

See what happens?

I can make this place safer
than you can.

Who gave you the right to play God?

The position was vacant.

So I took it.

Now...

...I've done my end of the bargain.
I've fully confessed.

Will Mary Witten get her heart?
Or will you keep it as evidence?

Well, well.

Look who's playing God now.

We can arrest all of Navarro's accomplices
if you want...

...but I'm not sure the DA will press
charges against anyone except him.

It's not our decision to make.

We've made decisions
that weren't ours to make.

You would've brought the heart,
booked it as evidence?

At least we know where it is.

Yes, Fritzi.

FRITZl:
Where are you?

Still at the hospital waiting to see
if the heart takes. Where are you?

Walking towards your office.
I have Ruben's mother with me.

Well, it had to be done.

Just watch out for Julio for me,
would you?

- Let me know how it goes.
- I will.

Okay.

I'm telling you. You can't just
pick it up and expect to win.

If you wanna master this game, you
gotta practice or I'll beat you every time.

Ruben?

Mama. Mama.

Julio, meet Maria Hernandez.

Tao tracked her down outside Loreto.

Agent Howard arranged
to have her flown up.

This is a good thing, Julio.

Thank you.

Thank you, Julio.

Thank you for finding my mother.

Sure.

Sure.

You be good to her, okay?
That's your mom.

Go.

Julio, I thought you left.

I'm not married.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No.

No.

Well, then how would you and Ruben
like to have dinner with me?

I'm sure Agent Howard
has other plans.

Uh, I do.

Thank you.

You're gonna like Julio, mom. He took
me to the firing range with him...

...and he shot a bulls-eye
from over a thousand feet away, Like, bam!