The Glades

Aquí tienes. Y este es tuyo.

¡Llama a Eduardo! ¡Rápido!

Are you sure you know how to change this? 'Cause I've seen what you do to a car.

Yes. Very sure.

The year before the academy, I spent an entire summer as a plumber's assistant.

- Oh, wow. So you're an expert. - Oh, yeah. Yeah.

And the thing you need to know to become a successful plumber is that time is money.

Okay, well, that one didn't really stick since it's three and a half hours later.

Hey, we needed to get the right part, right?

Right.

And that pitcher of beer and the two baskets of fried clams.

I'm just trying to make the most of whatever time we've got.

Mmm.

Which might have all just come to a screeching halt.

That is D.O.C.

- Department of Corrections? - Must be here ahead of Ray's release.

- They didn't notify you? - Yeah, they called last week...

- but they didn't tell me a specific day. - Yeah, they don't do that.

Why? What, to try and catch me doing something wrong? I'm not the criminal.

She doesn't know that.

Ray must have listed your house as his primary residence.

She's here to make sure it's real.

- Mrs. Cargill? - Yeah.

Sonja Stevens, your husband's parole officer.

I'm here to ensure your house is compliant for his release.

- Uh, my house? - Everything all right?

- Yeah. - Law enforcement?

Uh, no. Uh, he's, uh, helping me with my plumbing.

No, uh, my plumbing.

He's just a friend. It's not what it looks like.

Never is.

Here you go.

Female, 25.

Shot twice in the back of the head.

No gray matter or spatter.

Probably shot elsewhere and dumped here.

Based on lividity, I'm putting time of death at 2:00 a. m.

Cinderella's missing a shoe. She must have lost it on the way home from the ball.

Yeah, she wasn't running from a prince. I'm guessing a pro did this.

As in a hit? Based on what?

Based on that crowd of scared-shitless people.

Worked enough mob hits in Chicago to know when the natives are extra restless.

Anyone brave enough to come forward with an l.D.?

What the hell's the matter with you people? Cover her up. Show some respect.

- I'm sorry. You are? - Rafael Dominga.

- I work for the owner of the café. - Okay.

- Maybe you can tell us who she is. - Her name was Olivia.

Eduardo Garcia.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say... sorry for your loss?

- Girlfriend maybe? - Hey, I said show some respect.

Really?

- She wasn't my girlfriend. - Okay.

She was my niece.

Olivia was my brother's only child.

We lost my brother 10 years ago, and her mother died of cancer when she was two.

I'm sorry. You lost your brother?

He was presumed dead. Went missing.

Losing both parents- that's tough.

Olivia was a fighter.

She graduated Columbia Law, and she's clerking for a judge in Manhattan.

- You're obviously very proud of her. - She's like my own daughter.

When was the last time you spoke to her?

Friday. Friday morning.

She was- She was at work.

Well, obviously not.

She come here to Florida often without you knowing about it?

Hey, why are we wasting time? We all know who did this.

Yeah, about that, actually- any names you wanna give me?

So I can go bug them instead of you.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Right.

Still gonna go with that one, huh?

But I know a little about how this works, Eduardo.

Actually, I know a lot. And I can see how hard this is hitting you.

You'd be really smart to let me handle this.

You know, instead of one of those other ways we're not talking about.

You'll have my full cooperation.

Yeah, probably not, actually.

But a little would be great.

We get anything?

Name, rank, serial number. Oh, and Eduardo's promise for full cooperation.

Great. We know how that goes.

It's clearly family business. You know, Saldivar.

Saldivar?

Eduardo Garcia's rival boss.

Carlos, get him up to speed on the two families.

Me?

Because I'm the only in-house Cubano, I know about the Cuban mob?

- Don't you? - That's not my point.

I, uh, got a body to process.

Yeah, and I've got Eduardo Garcia's niece...

dumped in an alley behind the family headquarters.

Someone's sending a message.

The faster we learn what that is...

the faster we keep Calle Ocho from becoming a war zone.

Alvaro Saldivar, patriarch of the Saldivar crime family.

Makes Tony Soprano look like Gandhi.

Sworn enemy of Miguel Garcia.

Eduardo's older brother that started the family business.

The widely held theory is that Saldivar killed Miguel...

on the way to a summit in Ybor City 10 years ago.

But because Miguel's body was never found...

Saldivar was never prosecuted for the crime.

Eduardo took over.

Started a war with the Saldivars to avenge his brother's death.

Ironically, both sides did well, consolidating their strengths-

coke for the Garcias, gambling for the Saldivars.

Five years ago, they declared a truce.

Despite the peace, there's been bad blood between them...

ever since the Mariel boatlift in 1980.

Oh, when Castro emptied out the jails...

and put Cuba's criminals here on Florida's sunny shores.

- Somebody's seen Scarface. - Yeah, on cable. Doesn't hold up.

It's a stereotype.

Of the 125,000 Cubans who came to Florida, only 800 were criminals.

Most were honest, including my dad...

who decided he'd rather drive a cab here than practice medicine in Havana.

Wait. You're a Marielito? I just said that before to piss you off.

Yeah, well, it worked. I was eight.

We came here with everything we owned on our backs.

This is my home now.

But some still yearn to go home to Havana.

Home is where the heart is, huh?

Question is...

why did Olivia come home... without telling her uncle?

Credit card says she stayed here one weekend a month for the past year.

It's a long way from Calle Ocho.

Okay, obviously, Olivia didn't want her uncle Eduardo to know what she was doing down here.

Or who she was doing it with.

- Whoa! Put that- - Ballard? Are you out of your mind?

That's a hell of a good way to get your ass shot.

Right back at you, Colleen.

So you two know each other?

What the hell are you doing here, Tim?

Mob daughter got whacked. As in, my crime scene.

Your crime scene? Yeah, not from what I'm seeing.

Tim Ballard, F.D.L.E. Organized Crime Unit. Jim Longworth.

Yeah, and as far as crime scenes go, it's not really much of one.

Romantic dinner for two, uneaten.

Empty bottle of champagne, dirty glass.

She was obviously meeting someone here.

But unless our Columbia Law School grad had turned to hooking...

my guess is it wasn't for business.

The niece of Eduardo Garcia gets assassinated and dumped behind his restaurant.

You don't think it's mob-related?

I don't think we can rule it out. But you know what?

If and when we do find that they're related, I'll be sure to loop you in.

Whoa. Whoa. Are you serious?

As a heart attack.

And I'll take any and all files you have on Olivia Garcia.

Olivia was a civilian. I got no files on her.

- All right, all right. I'll send them over. - Mm-hmm.

- But if I were you- - You aren't.

I'd be damn careful where I stuck that nose of yours.

Blood starts running between Saldivar and Garcia, it's on your hands.

Hmm?

Good luck, buddy. You're gonna need it.

Huh. I thought I was the only one that could piss you off like that.

Oh, not even close. Annoying-as-hell politico.

Started off in Ordnance for A.T.F.

- Bomb squad? - Mm-hmm. Was undercover in Juárez.

- Got his partner blown up. - Huh.

Tallahassee loves his cowboy act.

- Made him chief of organized crime. - Yeah.

He's gonna get us those files, right?

He will if he knows what's good for him.

Why? What are you thinking?

I'm thinking there's clearly something personal about this.

Romantic even.

I'm thinking that maybe it's not a mob thing after all.

Well, if Eduardo Garcia promised you cooperation...

it might be time to open a few wounds and see who bleeds.

Oh. Hey, uh, Detective Longworth here to see- Oh. Pat down?

Really? Ah, you touch my junk, I'll call the police.

Rafael, right?

Yeah, l, uh- I got a couple of questions for Eduardo.

No, he's not taking visitors. It's a difficult time.

Making you, what, his second-in-command, trusted gatekeeper?

Friend of a family friend... who doesn't like your tone.

Hey, no offense, but I'm not visiting.

And if I have to come back with a warrant, I bring a dozen uniforms...

so... your call.

- He's in the back. - Thank you.

Whenever he traveled, my brother would bring back a charm for Olivia.

Oh, that's... charming.

- This her room? - Yeah, it was.

When my brother died, she came and lived with me.

And then she went to boarding school when she was 15.

Millhaven Academy. That's Connecticut, right? Long way from Florida.

Yeah, Millhaven is what got her into Columbia.

And away from the family business, whatever that may be.

My brother and l only wanted the best for her.

Well, what about Olivia? What did Olivia want for Olivia?

- I don't know what you mean. - Oh.

Boarding school in, uh, Connecticut?

Ripped away from her friends, her family?

It's what she wanted.

Oh, what she wanted, huh?

I know my niece, Detective.

Okay.

Well, maybe you know who she was having the affair with.