The Glades s02e10 Episode Script
Swamp Thing
Gopher, Lucas.
Keep up, okay? Now with these drought conditions, if we're lucky We'll see a Wood Stork.
I see a wood's dork.
Seriously, who cares about some dumb-ass bird? Dude what's that smell? Whoa.
A dead boar.
Nasty.
Where's the head? Somebody cut it off.
LikeMaybe some devil-worshipers or something.
Check it out.
It ate a zipper.
Whoa.
Cool! From the diameter, I'm guessing adult male.
The fabric protected it from the pig's stomach acid, but gauging by the degree of tissue necrosis, I'm guessing it's been here about five, six days.
I'll call Callie, have her check the E.
R.
s, see if anyone's lost a finger lately.
It's okay.
I got it.
What? It's work-related.
Which means she's got to call you back, right? Eh, doesn't matter.
I got no bars anyway.
Cellphone towers are banned on state-protected land.
It disorients bats.
We wouldn't want that, would we? So, there's no way of getting this boar back to the lab, so I guess we're gonna do a field dissection.
I did a paper on boars in grad school.
If you want, I can do the dissection, huh? I got it.
Big Alpha male.
They usually live alone in the woods until mating season.
They're smart, ferocious, omnivorous.
And tasty.
So why didn't the hunter bring home the bacon? Well, this is a protected hunting area, and boars are out of season.
Looks like someone just wanted the head, left the rest for the buzzards.
Yeah.
A trophy hunt, huh? Well, that would account for this weird-ass -- pun intended -- entry wound.
From a crossbow -- maybe a broadhead arrow? Trophy hunter's weapon of choice.
Yeah, less sound than a gun, less likely for Fish and Game to hear.
That and it's an adrenaline rush.
A boar has thick hide, so you have to get within 30 feet for a kill shot.
If you miss, it'll turn and charge.
They have razor-sharp tusks.
So maybe our missing finger belongs to a poacher? That's not all he's missing.
Human lumbosacral vertebrae.
From the size, I'm guessing a male in his 30s.
Check out the bling.
Bullet's lodged right in the interior right side.
Looks like a gut shot.
And left out here for the boars to eat.
Hunting accident, maybe? Hunting? Maybe.
But accident? Not a chance.
Pig died yesterday.
John Doe died five days ago.
From the gunshot wound, I'm guessing.
Found necrophagous insects and blowfly maggots on the severed finger.
There's more of this guy out there? Possibly, though we need to find him fast before his body gets picked clean.
Any hits from missing persons? No, but I sent a print from the finger to records and identity and the National Fingerprint Registry and got a hit from the Coast Guard Reserve.
John Jackson, 34, single, no surviving family -- or friends, either, I guess.
Guy's gone five days, and nobody misses him? Former Marine Supply Sergeant, did two tours in Iraq, and now he's a weekend warrior for the Coast Guard.
Worked two weekends a month ordering supplies for patrol ships in the Gulf of Mexico.
Was he AWOL? Didn't have to report to duty till next Friday.
Lists a home address outside Fort Myers.
Glad I gave you the finger.
I'll head to Jackson's place, see what I can find.
Might as well get a DNA sample while I'm there.
Okay.
Take Daniel.
- Daniel? - Mm-hmm.
Uh, shouldn't Daniel go back to the preserve, check the pig scat? - It might lead to the missing body.
- Scat? Pig poop.
Pig poop.
Pig poop.
Alpha male like the one that ate Jackson will leave a strong trail.
Okay.
That's fine.
Call Callie, and, Carlos, you go with Daniel.
On a wild boar chase? I just showered.
Hey, the guy's a vet.
Suck it up and find what's left of him before more boars do.
Happy hunting.
Um Jackson's neighbor said he didn't get out much.
Looks like he didn't leave this -- sorry.
Room much.
Depression, maybe? Over what? His sweet man cave? That's a 3d flat-screen, gaming chair, two gaming consoles, not to mention the P38, the AK-47, and two Browning shotguns.
I think there's one missing.
I'll get Daniel to pull up the papers.
How does a guy working two weekends a month afford all these toys? Well, maybe she'd know.
He downloaded her pics last week.
Looks like she's not that into him.
Well, that was a month ago.
Maybe the guy stayed in the game, right? There.
See? She's coming around.
Or she's just humoring him.
No, that smile says more to me than just "humoring.
" I guess he finally wore her down.
Until she saw him playing video games in his boxers all day.
Lucky I'm a briefs guy.
These pics were downloaded two days before he died.
So now we have a mystery woman to go with our mystery man.
And maybe motive, too.
Ho! Trophy.
For a hunting trip? "Colonel Forey's Swamp Adventures.
" I know this place.
It's by the forest preserve.
It's a tourist trap with snakes and gators.
We used to go there on field trips as kids.
Looks like they helped Jackson bag a boar.
Or they helped a boar bag Jackson.
Don't forget to watch out for toxicodendron plants, Dr.
Sanchez.
I know the expression, Daniel.
"Leaves of three, let them be.
" Actually, poison sumac has about 7 to 13 leaves -- more of a bush than a vine.
Thrives in wet soil like this.
Great.
Thanks for the tip -- after we've been out here for two hours.
We're close.
Smell that? Boar urine -- a lot of it.
I don't even want to know how you know that.
Booyah! What the hell happened here? Feeding frenzy.
Male boars fought over the remains of something.
Yeah, but I don't see a skull or any bones anywhere.
Yeah, well, boars eat anything.
Whatever they miss, ants and buzzards clean up.
Nature's self-cleaning oven.
Didn't eat this.
It's a programmable sailing watch.
Goes for about 500 bucks or so.
Hmm.
The battery's dead.
Is that blood? Ugh! No, it's clear.
Smells sweet, though.
Whatever it is, it's all over this grass, too.
High-fructose corn syrup.
Hogs go wild for it.
Hmm.
Okay.
So, somebody killed Jackson and doused him in syrup to sweet-talk mother nature into eating the evidence.
That's how he ended up in the belly of the beast.
Jim: Okay, now cut it! What?! I'm gunning it! - Okay, cut it! Cut it! - Gun it?! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Oh! You said "Gun it.
" No, I said cut it -- cut the wheel.
Now the axle's half-buried, I mean -- Yeah, well, I told you that this was a logging road.
So much for your sweet little, you know -- It was gonna be a mud pit, and, uh -- great.
No service.
Well, there's cellular service down the, uh, service road, so Yeah, it's this way.
Wait -- what? You sure? Why am I even out here? You don't need a forensic nurse.
Well, you said that you knew this part of the Glades like the back of your hand.
And somehow that translated into you dragging me out here with you? Oh, come on.
I've dragged you out into much worse.
No, you've dragged me into much worse.
Really? I thought we were past this part.
Past what? Past being in this part, you know? Angry.
Angry? You think I'm angry? Yeah, well, you know.
Little bit.
I was trying to figure it all out, you know? Trying to work it out so that no one had to live with regret.
And what do you do? You start seeing your ex-girlfriend.
Uh, okay.
But Sam's gone now, Cal.
Oh, but I seriously doubt forgotten.
Well, I figure if Sam and I were meant to be together, after two tries, then we would be together.
Kind of the same as if you and Ray were meant to be divorced.
Ray is not the problem, and you know it.
Well, then what is the problem? - Me! - You? Yeah, me, Jim.
I was scared.
Scared? That I was jumping into something amazing because it was right there for me to jump into.
I mean, am I seriously supposed to believe that the love of my life is the first person that I open up to since Ray? That's terrifying.
The love of your life? Life, yeah.
But clearly, I was wrong if I could be this mad at you.
Well, then maybe next time, you shouldn't raise the bar so high.
- Next time I won't.
- No, wait.
Cal.
Cal.
Callie! S-seriously? Come on.
We're smart people.
We should be able to work this out.
I mean, I have my own trepidations.
You're not the only person that feels like they've been left hanging in midair -- Oof! Whoa! Ho! Ho! Oh, my God.
Jim, you okay? Uh, yeah.
Hunter snare? Yeah.
You are gonna cut me down, right? I'm thinking about it.
I don't have a knife! You mean something like, uhThis? Hmm? Ouch! Awh! It's a boar's trap, Detective, on private property.
It's not my fault you can't read a sign.
You're just lucky I didn't shoot first, sort it out later.
Oh, is that what happened to this guy? He a client of yours? Got me.
I guide 200 hunting parties every year.
But this guy was found in a poached boar 2 miles from here -- a boar that was killed with a crossbow kind of like yours.
There's a lot of bow hunters in these parts, hon.
With broadhead arrows that leave a distinctive-enough mark for me to get a warrant, turn your place upside down.
Hey, you want to try that again? Yeah.
I recall the guy.
He and his jarhead buddies brought A.
K.
s.
Sounds like an unfair fight.
It was.
Boars are way smarter.
Wouldn't be the first fool to end up in a boar's belly.
Except this guy had a .
45 slug in his spine.
You know, hard for a pig to pull a trigger, what with the opposable-thumbs thing.
- Mm-hmm.
- You own a .
45? Just a scattergun and a deer rifle.
Where were you five nights ago? The night that John Jackson was murdered? I was having dinner at the Country Crocker.
Owner's a friend.
Now, if you don't mind, I'm, uh, giving an eco tour.
Eco tour? Yeah, when I was a kid, you guys used to feed live chickens to the alligators.
That's my grandpa who done that.
Yeah, he started this place.
Back before they turned half the swamp into golf courses and outlet malls.
Evolve or die, huh? I'm a survivalist.
I do what I got to do.
So much for "Evolve or die.
" Forey's on the FDLE watch list for illegal hunting guides.
And a background check says that he was dishonorably discharged from the Marines in Iraq.
Uh, the same unit Jackson was in.
Which somehow slipped his mind when we talked.
I'll call a friend at NCIS, see why he got booted.
Thank you.
Detective.
Hey.
Hey.
Anything on Jackson's guns? Uh, not yet, but I found his mystery woman.
Who is? Uh Don't know her name -- uh, just where the photographs were taken.
It's a chain restaurant -- serves grits, biscuits, and gravy.
My grandparents go there a lot.
It's called Country Crocker.
Oh, you've eaten there.
No, but Forey did the night Jackson died.
Thank you.
Oh, my God! It's a heart attack on a plate.
The Surgeon General should issue a warning on this place.
Well, um, killing customers hasn't dampened its success.
in two years? And, speak of the devil, there's our girl.
Welcome to Country CrockerY'all.
Uh, two? Wow, t-that's a nice accent.
Where are you from? Colombia.
Long way from home, huh? Hey, how did you meet John Jackson? Uh, John Jackson, the guy who took these pictures of you in the parking lot? Uh He's just a customer.
Hey, y'all.
What can I do for you? Hey.
Y'all own this place? Among others, yeah.
Uh, Robert Landry.
Now, what in heaven's name is the FDLE doing scaring the bejeezus out of my little ol' fiancée? Your fiancée? - Yeah.
- Huh.
Well, one of your, uh, little ol' customers just turned up dead, and he took pictures of her last week.
Goodness.
That Coast Guard fella? So you know him? He come around a couple times, yeah.
Uh, anyone wearing the uniform gets half off anything on the menu.
And he thought Juliana was on the menu? Oh, no.
She's -- she's sweet.
She didn't know how to handle it, so I, uh, I bought him a beer, told him we were engaged, and, uh, he's a gentleman.
He stopped coming around after that, out of respect.
Out of respect, huh? Or maybe you had a friend have a word with him? You know, a swamp rat like Benjamin Forey? He said he was here the night that Jackson was murdered.
Oh, Benny.
He's a hunting buddy.
Uh, I buy gator meat off him on occasion.
He's good people.
What -- see, in my book, uh, good people don't kill endangered animals.
Gators ain't endangered anymore, Detective.
They're a nuisance.
Is that how you treat nuisances? Shoot them in the swamp? You want to know where I was that night? - Yes, I do.
- Right here with Julie.
I didn't say which night.
Just pick a night.
We practically live here.
Don't we, Julie? Mm-hmm.
So, how long have you two been engaged? About a month.
Congratulations.
Yeah.
We're pretty excited.
If we were any happier, they'd have to shoot us.
Interesting choice of words.
Daniel? What do you got for me? Jackson's sailing watch has a built-in compass and memory.
The last coordinates he saved -- and only coordinates he saved -- are right here.
Which means there's something on this swamp preserve that's worth killing for to keep a secret.
If I get eaten by a gator, I promise I'm gonna come back and haunt you both.
Hey.
Isn't that the Gulf? Yeah, it's a natural inlet.
Cancún, Mexico, is 500 miles southwest of here.
Which means that Colonel Forey's swamp adventures is 3 miles due back that way.
Heh.
Wait -- is that what I think it is? Carlos: It's blood.
And it's fresh.
Hang back.
Don't have to tell me twice.
Sorry, guys.
Oh.
Oh, come on! I found a generator, toilet paper, and a lot of bootprints.
I'm guessing it's an old illegal hunting camp.
Fish and Game just look the other way? Budget cuts.
There's a lot of ground to cover with less people.
These gators were killed recently.
I also found the bones of whitetail deer and wild boar in the campfire -- all out of season.
Poaching operation like this could do 20 grand a month easy.
For gator skin? Or guiding illegal trophy hunts.
That's Forey's forte.
Look at those tire tracks.
Yeah.
So, what's our victim John Jackson's role in all this? Maybe providing jarhead buddies willing to pay the cash to kill endangered species? Or, if they got out of line, becoming the endangered species.
That is Forey's brand of chew.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that this is Forey's illegal camp.
Process what you can, and then you two, go.
I've already had a run-in with this guy.
He's armed and stupid.
Probably no doubt take a hostage, use you as a human shield if he could.
Not a guy you want to sneak up on.
Where you going? To sneak up on him.
Forey: Along with the whitetail deer and the Florida panther, two of the most endangered of all species indigenous to the Florida Everglades.
Sorry, folks.
Just, uh Everybody sit tight.
Hi.
Oh, what the hell? I'll take that.
Back up, hands high.
I got a buggy-load of kids, jackass.
Yeah, which you wouldn't hesitate to use to avoid arrest, being the survivalist that you are.
Up, up, up.
Arrest me for what? Felony poaching.
Oh, and the murder of John Jackson.
Or I could just shoot you right now, sort it out later.
Fine.
This ain't over yet.
Oh, trust me.
The fun's just beginning.
State says you can kill 2 gators a year by law for personal use.
Yeah, we've got your fingerprints on four, plus the DNA from your tobacco spit.
It's government-imposed regulation.
Nature needs predators, you know? Oh, 'cause it's just so much fun to kill stuff, right? Like the black bears you bagged back in August, like the sea turtles you got back in May.
Well, now you got gators.
That's three strikes.
You're out.
That's felony.
Plus, if the lab comes back with the blood of John Jackson at your camp -- you know, the guy you served with in Iraq? The one you failed to mention? We have mutual friends.
I barely knew the guy.
Yeah, well, then why'd he have the compass points for your little death camp in his sailing watch? You guys had a good thing going, right? He provided jarheads that wanted rare trophies for their walls.
And $20,000 a month in illegal trophy hunts, that got you new swamp buggies, got Jackson his sweet man cave, but the guy grew a conscience.
He wanted out.
So you fed him to the boars.
Oh, you're just another government mouthpiece.
You -- you're nothing but theories.
Actually, it's called probable cause, and it'll get me a warrant to search your compound, where I'll probably find the .
45 that you shot Jackson with.
Unless you want to make a deal.
Tell me somebody who really did it.
Like your friend at Country Crocker? I need to see you.
Lawyers from Country Crocker and Robert Landry just bailed out Benjamin Forey? Why would a legit restaurant businessman like Landry bail out a low-life swamp rat like Forey? I wondered that, too -- ran a background check on Landry.
In '07, he was convicted of running a restaurant-supply scam.
He was shaking down Chinese-restaurant owners in West Miami.
But all he got was a year of house arrest and a $10,000 fine? Oh, no.
It gets better.
Our swamp rat, Benjamin Forey, who Landry just bailed out, was kicked out of the Marines for smuggling heroin out of Iraq in supply planes.
He did three years in Leavenworth.
Forey and Landry -- two jailbirds of a feather.
Something tells me this isn't about gator meat anymore.
Yeah, sounds more like drug dealing.
You know, maybe Landry's laundering drug money through his restaurants.
In the last two years, Landry's added 12 new restaurants to his biscuit empire.
Mm-hmm.
And a hot Colombian fiancée.
Want to guess where they met? Like moving cocaine out of her native Colombia? So, where does Jackson fit in on this? Well, he's a Coast Guard reservist, right? Uh-huh.
So he'd have access to all the security patrols in the Gulf of Mexico.
So they pay Jackson to let them sneak in under the Coast Guard's nose? And straight into Forey's secret little swamp cove.
Forey unloads the merchandise, takes it all in on his swamp buggies.
Landry launders all the money with his biscuit empire.
And Jackson lives like a king working two weekends a month without getting his hands dirty.
Until he fell in love with the boss's girl.
Uh, hey, where are you going? To talk to the future Mrs.
Landry.
Landry: You know, look, I'm -- I'm sorry.
Uh, Julie's mom got sick back home.
Uh, she took off first thing this morning.
I got -- I got no idea when she'll be back.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, this, um, "mother's sickness" thing have anything to do with my dead Coast Guard reservist? What? Or why you, uh, sprung Forey for a poaching charge? He needed springing.
That's what friends do, all right? Yeah, especially if he helped you get rid of the guy that was after your fiancée.
Y-yeah, Julie didn't have no feelings for Jackson, all right, Detective? Yeah, I know.
So you keep saying.
And, I mean, how could she, right? - You being the catch that you are.
- Beg your pardon.
Oh, fat-cat owner of a whole bunch of restaurants marries the Colombian hostess so she can never testify against him.
I'm -- I'm sorry you came all the way down here for nothing, Detective.
But before you go, why don't you take one of my mama's biscuits? That's a secret family recipe.
I already tried one.
Way too sweet for me.
And, please, you can drop this whole "Southern gentleman, fake charm" thing.
I read your rap sheet.
Okay, I admit that I made some mistakes in my past, all right? But I learned from them.
Like what? That there's more money in cocaine smuggling? That's beautiful.
Yeah, okay, you find proof of that, you give me a holler, all right? Now, excuse me.
Some of us got to work for a living.
Okay, so, this is cornstarch, baking powder, crown corn-o.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Come on, I'll cut you a check.
Yeah, for nothing.
"Big Sky country.
" Daniel.
Yeah, get me in touch with immigration and customs.
Get me travel history on Juliana Amparo.
Customs says Juliana Amparo didn't leave Miami this week or enter the U.
S.
-- ever.
- She's illegal? - Yeah.
Which means she and Landry can't get a marriage license, which means we could get her to cooperate and testify against him.
Not if she's gone underground -- or worse -- so we can't find her.
Well, maybe there's another way to skin this pig -- Landry's books.
Dirty as hell, right? Actually, they're spotless.
Done by a white-shoe firm in Orlando.
Nothing offshore, either.
Well, if he's smuggling cocaine, that money's got to be somewhere.
Any luck on the phone calls? Lawyers, accountants, managers from other Country Crockers, and a ton of calls to a prepaid cell number in the last 48 hours.
I like the sound of that.
Can you trace it? Untraceable.
Went out of service two hours ago.
Bought with cash in Tampa.
It's a burner phone.
Maybe Landry was doing one last drug deal? Call the phone company.
Have them triangulate Landry's last call to that number.
And I'll get with SWAT.
There could be a major drug deal going down at that location.
Nosy old lady up the street said there was a guy here last week, got in a shouting match.
They didn't hear what was said, but they I.
D.
'd him as our victim, John Jackson.
She say who lives there? Big Hispanic family, real quiet.
Van picks them up at 6:00 in the morning, drops them off after midnight.
Not a sound out of them.
You thinking what I'm thinking? And I hope we're both wrong.
Let's wake the neighbors.
Go.
Go, go, go, go.
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
Call an ambulance.
It's okay.
You're safe.
You're safe.
I'm a friend.
It's okay.
It's okay.
You're safe.
You're safe now.
Bars on all the windows, padlocks on all the bedroom doors.
Two dozen people held here against their will, and not one neighbor heard or saw anything.
Standard procedure for human-trafficking cases.
And from the looks of things, this place was pretty recently shut down.
- Yeah.
- How's Juliana? Callie's at the hospital with her right now.
Any chance she'll roll on Landry? Too early to tell on that one.
The house is owned by a British national in her 80s.
Lives in London, hasn't been on this side of the Atlantic in 20 years.
Rented to a "Nathan Davis.
" Nathan Davis is probably a fake name, fake social.
Any chance they paid with a check? Money order.
I'll call utility companies to see if Nathan's name turns up at any other location.
This is why Country Crocker had such clean books.
Land wasn't trafficking drugs.
He was trafficking people.
Forey gets 10 grand a head, Landry gets free labor with no payroll taxes, no fringes.
- Slave labor? - Yeah.
My grandparents eat there.
Well, victims want the American dream.
Pay 10 grand to come into the U.
S.
illegally.
When they get here, the smugglers take their passports, lock them up, make them work for free, tell them they'll be deported if they talk to the police.
Yeah, or worse.
Is that blood? Yeah, there was a lot more, but somebody cleaned it up with bleach.
I got enough on the wall for DNA testing, which I'm guessing will I.
D.
Jackson.
I found this on the floor under the mattress.
"Semper Fi.
" It's the Marine credo.
I'm thinking Jackson was shot here and then dumped in the swamp.
Manus: But if Jackson was growing a conscience, why would he come here and get his hands dirty? Well, maybe this will tell us.
Jackson must have parked this around the corner so no one would know he was there -- for an easy getaway.
Nice truck.
Language CDs.
Ho-ho.
He was learning basic Spanish.
"No precoupe.
Está a salto.
" "Don't worryJump"? "No precoupe.
Está a salvo.
" "Don't worry.
You're safe.
" - Yeah, that's what I said.
- Please.
- He was rescuing someone.
- Juliana.
Yeah, except she wasn't here five days ago.
She was with Landry -- who wouldn't let her out of his sight.
Until she became a liability.
"Big Sky Real Estate.
" Montana.
Juliana had the same thing on a mug.
Jackson must have given it to her.
This must be their secret getaway.
Only he was killed before they got away.
Or there was another reason why they couldn't leave yet, and that reason got him killed.
Pilar Amparo, 17, Juliana's sister -- smuggled here together.
You were right, Detective -- passenger list for an Avianca flight out of Bogotá to Cancún lists both Juliana and Pilar as passengers.
Cancún is a smuggling hotspot -- shortest nautical distance across the Gulf of Mexico into Florida and right on through Forey's protected little swamp.
Pilar is the reason Juliana didn't go to Big Sky with Jackson.
She was still in Landry's clutches.
And when he showed up one night to rescue her, it cost him his life.
Hey.
How's Juliana? - She's leaving.
- What? And by law, there's nothing I can do to stop her.
I can't keep her if she refuses treatment.
I tried to convince her she was safe, but guys like Landry brainwash their victims, make them mistrust cops, nurses, doctors.
Anyone who can break the hold they have over them.
Exactly.
Well, I have one way to win Juliana's trust.
How? By arresting her.
Hey.
Going somewhere? To work.
I'm late.
Juliana, I know about your sister.
I know you and Pilar came here together.
I'm guessing she's still in Landry's hands, which is why you're here and Jackson's dead.
Okay, he knew that you wouldn't leave Landry unless you knew Pilar was safe.
So he tried to rescue her because he loved you.
Come on.
Help me get Landry.
Tell me what he's done to you, what he did to Jackson.
Help me find your sister.
Okay.
Then you're under arrest.
What? No, please.
No, you're here illegally, Juliana.
B-b-but by law, Detective, you can't arrest her, illegal or not, if she's seeking medical treatment.
Ah, you know what? You're absolutely right.
Then what's it gonna be, Juliana? I don't know where Pilar is.
I swear it.
I'm afraid for her.
Um, can you? Yeah.
Carlos, give me some good news.
I said some good news, Carlos.
The blood we found on the floor that was cleaned up with the bleach matched the DNA of the victim, Jackson's.
But the spatter on the wall -- that wasn't Jackson's.
See, I knew that Juliana had stayed there, too, so I ran it against her sample to rule her out.
It shares a high percentage of genetic material with her DNA.
It could only belong to a sibling.
It was Pilar.
She was there.
She must have witnessed Jackson's murder.
And killed the same night to keep her quiet.
Detective! Uh, would you mind? I found Nathan Davis -- the name on the lease of the house where those people were held and where the murder went down.
Florida Power and Utilities said he rented three other houses, paid all their utility bills with money orders.
Did you check where the money orders came from? I did, and five days ago, Nathan Davis used money orders to pay for 30 one-way bus tickets to Macon, Georgia, home of the first Country Crocker restaurant outside of Florida.
It's Forey.
He and Landry must have sent all his slave labor up north so they couldn't cooperate in our murder investigation.
Oh, that's nice.
What's the matter, Forey? I thought you were strictly a crossbow guy.
Forey: That better? Oh, yeah.
Much better.
So, now what? Well, I always did wonder what it'd be like to hunt down and kill a man.
I'm thinking probably a step up from feeding your former army mate to a pig.
You ain't getting out of here alive, Detective.
You know too much.
So, can I take this as a confession for the murder of John Jackson? Wouldn't you like that? Human trafficking, maybe? You roll over on Landry so we can both walk out of here alive.
Oh, tell me an experienced guide and survivalist did not just fall for that.
Put it down.
Get up.
Now walk.
You won't shoot me in the back.
I won't? You can't.
I'm unarmed.
And as you just pointed out I'm a survivalist.
Forey, freeze! Forey! Gotta love the irony.
Snared by his own boar trap, stabbed by the very knife- he used to gut and skin those boars.
Karma.
He ruined my good shirt.
- Yeah.
What's this? Well, they were looking to see if Forey had any, uh, surprises left in store.
This is what they found.
ATF found plenty in his garage.
He was armed to the teeth.
They found gold in his home, Tamiflu, dried food, and water.
I guess his end of days happened early.
Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
Oh! Oh! Wow.
Whew.
Ecuador, Venezuela, Honduras.
You're looking at half of Latin America, here.
Is that a ledger? Yeah, to go along with the passports.
It records the date of arrival, the time they were stashed, what they had to pay off to win their freedom.
$2 million.
That's 200 people at 10 grand a pop.
Buys a lot of biscuits and gravy.
Forey was a survivalist.
He was hedging his bets on the day when his hunting buddy Landry would double-cross him.
It's good, though.
If this case would've stayed open any longer, it would have eaten me alive.
Daniel, did they find any syrup in Forey's cabin? Syrup like high-fructose syrup? Like the kind of syrup that we found on Jackson's watch that attracted the boar to the body.
Yeah, no.
Nothing like that.
Huh.
Going somewhere? Yeah.
My, uh, my night manager forgot to make, uh, last night's cash deposit drop, so Wow! You did all that business in one night? Those must be some killer biscuits.
Well, with your mama's secret ingredient, of course they are, right? Uh, high-fructose corn syrup? Yeah? Same stuff you poured over Jackson when you and Forey killed him.
I-I didn't kill Jackson.
Sure you didn't.
Like you didn't smuggle and imprison 200 people to build your biscuit empire for free? Detective, I-I have passed every immigration inspection since Country Crocker opened.
By moving your slave labor from house to house to house.
Yeah, you know, your big mistake was actually partnering up with a paranoid survivalist.
Forey documented your whole operation -- names, numbers, smuggling contacts in Latin America.
I'm guessing you -- you got my Julie in custody.
Yeah, she's a -- she's a sweet girl.
But, uh, you can only trust what she says so far, you know, 'cause t-those poor kids down there, they got nothing, you know? They -- they lie to live.
I was just trying to, uh to help her realize her dream of coming to America.
Really? Oh, yeah, by, uh, forcing her into a relationship with you.
Uh, killing her sister to shut her up about Jackson.
Yeah, you're a real humanitarian.
Yes, please, go for it.
I so want you to.
I would love the opportunity to shoot you.
Ohh.
A much worse place than you sent them.
So you have yourself a nice day.
Callie: So Landry had their passports the whole time? Jim: Forey had the rest.
Landry held on to these because he knew he needed something to help coerce Juliana into the bedroom.
That's disgusting.
He knew he could keep her in line as long as he had Pilar as a hostage.
Maybe now she'll testify against him.
I don't know.
He really did a number on her.
Any news on her sister? Not good news.
Carlos found her blood in the same room as Jackson was killed.
Worried that maybe she was dumped in the swamp, as well.
They come here full of hope, and then they lose everything.
Yeah.
How do you survive that? Who's she talking to? She says a friend back home.
She calls every few hours.
Calls last about a minute.
Ah, it's Daniel.
Hey, do me a favor.
Give those to her.
Maybe if she has those back again, she can start to trust us.
Yeah.
Daniel, what do you got for me? Oh, and, uh, before I forget, I need you to do something for me.
Bone fisherman was dragging for crab -- pulled it up in a trap in the area where the scouts found Jackson's remains.
Serial number matches records from the Coast Guard.
It was Jackson's gun.
I'll run ballistics and match the caliber.
Sounds like they tossed it in the swamp -- where they hide all their dirty work.
Only fired once.
We never found the rest of the body.
There might have been other shots.
Maybe Forey and Landry fought Jackson over the weapon, and it went off by accident.
Or maybe he fought someone else that night, someone that's not really a killer.
Daniel, did you check that pay phone at the hospital, like I asked? I did.
Got you an address.
Okay, I give up.
Why did you have me bring Juliana down here? Those phone calls that Juliana was making from the hospital, they weren't to Bogotá.
They were to this pay phone here on the boardwalk And same time every day.
Wait -- you mean? Yep.
Pilar! Okay, how did you do that? What, make a dead girl come back to life? Easy.
This is the hard part.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Well, don't thank me yet.
Uh, Pilar? We know that you shot Jackson.
No, it's okay.
He's -- he's really here to help.
Yeah.
But you have to help me and help yourselves.
I mean, we have a pretty good idea that the shooting was an accident.
And that's why your sister's been in hiding since the night of the shooting, right? He wanted to help us.
John knew what he was doing was wrong, but he was afraid to speak up until he met me and some of the others andsaw what they were doing to us.
He knew he had to stop it, but he had to get Pilar out of there first.
And that's when the accident happened? It was dark.
She was scared.
She thought somebody was going to take her, like when Landry came and took me from Pilar.
The gun went off in the scuffle, but she didn't mean to kill him.
I haven't seen Pilar since I got taken.
She left a phone number in her handwriting at the host station, and I knew she was safe.
But I didn't know where she was.
We were going to escape, but then policÃa came around, and We were afraid.
Look, I'm really sorry for what you've been through, but I am going to have to take you both in.
But -- but if you help us make a case against Landry, testify against the abuse that you suffered at his hand, you might be able to fight the extradition.
You know, you can make a case with immigration and customs.
And then begin the process of filing for landed-immigrant status.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
Gracias.
Really.
Well, that sucked royally.
Thanks for dragging me into this.
See? I told you I dragged you into much worse.
Yeah.
So, what do you want to do? About? Our last conversation.
Uh, we could just pick it up from where we left off.
You really think where we left off is somewhere I'm dying to return to? Right.
Just We can start a new one.
Okay.
Good.
But I want to eat.
Yeah, I thought we could eat here.
I'm not gonna eat here.
Oh.
It's just, uh I paid for all-day parking.
Yeah, that's not my problem.
You could buy me dinner, cheapskate.
Keep up, okay? Now with these drought conditions, if we're lucky We'll see a Wood Stork.
I see a wood's dork.
Seriously, who cares about some dumb-ass bird? Dude what's that smell? Whoa.
A dead boar.
Nasty.
Where's the head? Somebody cut it off.
LikeMaybe some devil-worshipers or something.
Check it out.
It ate a zipper.
Whoa.
Cool! From the diameter, I'm guessing adult male.
The fabric protected it from the pig's stomach acid, but gauging by the degree of tissue necrosis, I'm guessing it's been here about five, six days.
I'll call Callie, have her check the E.
R.
s, see if anyone's lost a finger lately.
It's okay.
I got it.
What? It's work-related.
Which means she's got to call you back, right? Eh, doesn't matter.
I got no bars anyway.
Cellphone towers are banned on state-protected land.
It disorients bats.
We wouldn't want that, would we? So, there's no way of getting this boar back to the lab, so I guess we're gonna do a field dissection.
I did a paper on boars in grad school.
If you want, I can do the dissection, huh? I got it.
Big Alpha male.
They usually live alone in the woods until mating season.
They're smart, ferocious, omnivorous.
And tasty.
So why didn't the hunter bring home the bacon? Well, this is a protected hunting area, and boars are out of season.
Looks like someone just wanted the head, left the rest for the buzzards.
Yeah.
A trophy hunt, huh? Well, that would account for this weird-ass -- pun intended -- entry wound.
From a crossbow -- maybe a broadhead arrow? Trophy hunter's weapon of choice.
Yeah, less sound than a gun, less likely for Fish and Game to hear.
That and it's an adrenaline rush.
A boar has thick hide, so you have to get within 30 feet for a kill shot.
If you miss, it'll turn and charge.
They have razor-sharp tusks.
So maybe our missing finger belongs to a poacher? That's not all he's missing.
Human lumbosacral vertebrae.
From the size, I'm guessing a male in his 30s.
Check out the bling.
Bullet's lodged right in the interior right side.
Looks like a gut shot.
And left out here for the boars to eat.
Hunting accident, maybe? Hunting? Maybe.
But accident? Not a chance.
Pig died yesterday.
John Doe died five days ago.
From the gunshot wound, I'm guessing.
Found necrophagous insects and blowfly maggots on the severed finger.
There's more of this guy out there? Possibly, though we need to find him fast before his body gets picked clean.
Any hits from missing persons? No, but I sent a print from the finger to records and identity and the National Fingerprint Registry and got a hit from the Coast Guard Reserve.
John Jackson, 34, single, no surviving family -- or friends, either, I guess.
Guy's gone five days, and nobody misses him? Former Marine Supply Sergeant, did two tours in Iraq, and now he's a weekend warrior for the Coast Guard.
Worked two weekends a month ordering supplies for patrol ships in the Gulf of Mexico.
Was he AWOL? Didn't have to report to duty till next Friday.
Lists a home address outside Fort Myers.
Glad I gave you the finger.
I'll head to Jackson's place, see what I can find.
Might as well get a DNA sample while I'm there.
Okay.
Take Daniel.
- Daniel? - Mm-hmm.
Uh, shouldn't Daniel go back to the preserve, check the pig scat? - It might lead to the missing body.
- Scat? Pig poop.
Pig poop.
Pig poop.
Alpha male like the one that ate Jackson will leave a strong trail.
Okay.
That's fine.
Call Callie, and, Carlos, you go with Daniel.
On a wild boar chase? I just showered.
Hey, the guy's a vet.
Suck it up and find what's left of him before more boars do.
Happy hunting.
Um Jackson's neighbor said he didn't get out much.
Looks like he didn't leave this -- sorry.
Room much.
Depression, maybe? Over what? His sweet man cave? That's a 3d flat-screen, gaming chair, two gaming consoles, not to mention the P38, the AK-47, and two Browning shotguns.
I think there's one missing.
I'll get Daniel to pull up the papers.
How does a guy working two weekends a month afford all these toys? Well, maybe she'd know.
He downloaded her pics last week.
Looks like she's not that into him.
Well, that was a month ago.
Maybe the guy stayed in the game, right? There.
See? She's coming around.
Or she's just humoring him.
No, that smile says more to me than just "humoring.
" I guess he finally wore her down.
Until she saw him playing video games in his boxers all day.
Lucky I'm a briefs guy.
These pics were downloaded two days before he died.
So now we have a mystery woman to go with our mystery man.
And maybe motive, too.
Ho! Trophy.
For a hunting trip? "Colonel Forey's Swamp Adventures.
" I know this place.
It's by the forest preserve.
It's a tourist trap with snakes and gators.
We used to go there on field trips as kids.
Looks like they helped Jackson bag a boar.
Or they helped a boar bag Jackson.
Don't forget to watch out for toxicodendron plants, Dr.
Sanchez.
I know the expression, Daniel.
"Leaves of three, let them be.
" Actually, poison sumac has about 7 to 13 leaves -- more of a bush than a vine.
Thrives in wet soil like this.
Great.
Thanks for the tip -- after we've been out here for two hours.
We're close.
Smell that? Boar urine -- a lot of it.
I don't even want to know how you know that.
Booyah! What the hell happened here? Feeding frenzy.
Male boars fought over the remains of something.
Yeah, but I don't see a skull or any bones anywhere.
Yeah, well, boars eat anything.
Whatever they miss, ants and buzzards clean up.
Nature's self-cleaning oven.
Didn't eat this.
It's a programmable sailing watch.
Goes for about 500 bucks or so.
Hmm.
The battery's dead.
Is that blood? Ugh! No, it's clear.
Smells sweet, though.
Whatever it is, it's all over this grass, too.
High-fructose corn syrup.
Hogs go wild for it.
Hmm.
Okay.
So, somebody killed Jackson and doused him in syrup to sweet-talk mother nature into eating the evidence.
That's how he ended up in the belly of the beast.
Jim: Okay, now cut it! What?! I'm gunning it! - Okay, cut it! Cut it! - Gun it?! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Oh! You said "Gun it.
" No, I said cut it -- cut the wheel.
Now the axle's half-buried, I mean -- Yeah, well, I told you that this was a logging road.
So much for your sweet little, you know -- It was gonna be a mud pit, and, uh -- great.
No service.
Well, there's cellular service down the, uh, service road, so Yeah, it's this way.
Wait -- what? You sure? Why am I even out here? You don't need a forensic nurse.
Well, you said that you knew this part of the Glades like the back of your hand.
And somehow that translated into you dragging me out here with you? Oh, come on.
I've dragged you out into much worse.
No, you've dragged me into much worse.
Really? I thought we were past this part.
Past what? Past being in this part, you know? Angry.
Angry? You think I'm angry? Yeah, well, you know.
Little bit.
I was trying to figure it all out, you know? Trying to work it out so that no one had to live with regret.
And what do you do? You start seeing your ex-girlfriend.
Uh, okay.
But Sam's gone now, Cal.
Oh, but I seriously doubt forgotten.
Well, I figure if Sam and I were meant to be together, after two tries, then we would be together.
Kind of the same as if you and Ray were meant to be divorced.
Ray is not the problem, and you know it.
Well, then what is the problem? - Me! - You? Yeah, me, Jim.
I was scared.
Scared? That I was jumping into something amazing because it was right there for me to jump into.
I mean, am I seriously supposed to believe that the love of my life is the first person that I open up to since Ray? That's terrifying.
The love of your life? Life, yeah.
But clearly, I was wrong if I could be this mad at you.
Well, then maybe next time, you shouldn't raise the bar so high.
- Next time I won't.
- No, wait.
Cal.
Cal.
Callie! S-seriously? Come on.
We're smart people.
We should be able to work this out.
I mean, I have my own trepidations.
You're not the only person that feels like they've been left hanging in midair -- Oof! Whoa! Ho! Ho! Oh, my God.
Jim, you okay? Uh, yeah.
Hunter snare? Yeah.
You are gonna cut me down, right? I'm thinking about it.
I don't have a knife! You mean something like, uhThis? Hmm? Ouch! Awh! It's a boar's trap, Detective, on private property.
It's not my fault you can't read a sign.
You're just lucky I didn't shoot first, sort it out later.
Oh, is that what happened to this guy? He a client of yours? Got me.
I guide 200 hunting parties every year.
But this guy was found in a poached boar 2 miles from here -- a boar that was killed with a crossbow kind of like yours.
There's a lot of bow hunters in these parts, hon.
With broadhead arrows that leave a distinctive-enough mark for me to get a warrant, turn your place upside down.
Hey, you want to try that again? Yeah.
I recall the guy.
He and his jarhead buddies brought A.
K.
s.
Sounds like an unfair fight.
It was.
Boars are way smarter.
Wouldn't be the first fool to end up in a boar's belly.
Except this guy had a .
45 slug in his spine.
You know, hard for a pig to pull a trigger, what with the opposable-thumbs thing.
- Mm-hmm.
- You own a .
45? Just a scattergun and a deer rifle.
Where were you five nights ago? The night that John Jackson was murdered? I was having dinner at the Country Crocker.
Owner's a friend.
Now, if you don't mind, I'm, uh, giving an eco tour.
Eco tour? Yeah, when I was a kid, you guys used to feed live chickens to the alligators.
That's my grandpa who done that.
Yeah, he started this place.
Back before they turned half the swamp into golf courses and outlet malls.
Evolve or die, huh? I'm a survivalist.
I do what I got to do.
So much for "Evolve or die.
" Forey's on the FDLE watch list for illegal hunting guides.
And a background check says that he was dishonorably discharged from the Marines in Iraq.
Uh, the same unit Jackson was in.
Which somehow slipped his mind when we talked.
I'll call a friend at NCIS, see why he got booted.
Thank you.
Detective.
Hey.
Hey.
Anything on Jackson's guns? Uh, not yet, but I found his mystery woman.
Who is? Uh Don't know her name -- uh, just where the photographs were taken.
It's a chain restaurant -- serves grits, biscuits, and gravy.
My grandparents go there a lot.
It's called Country Crocker.
Oh, you've eaten there.
No, but Forey did the night Jackson died.
Thank you.
Oh, my God! It's a heart attack on a plate.
The Surgeon General should issue a warning on this place.
Well, um, killing customers hasn't dampened its success.
in two years? And, speak of the devil, there's our girl.
Welcome to Country CrockerY'all.
Uh, two? Wow, t-that's a nice accent.
Where are you from? Colombia.
Long way from home, huh? Hey, how did you meet John Jackson? Uh, John Jackson, the guy who took these pictures of you in the parking lot? Uh He's just a customer.
Hey, y'all.
What can I do for you? Hey.
Y'all own this place? Among others, yeah.
Uh, Robert Landry.
Now, what in heaven's name is the FDLE doing scaring the bejeezus out of my little ol' fiancée? Your fiancée? - Yeah.
- Huh.
Well, one of your, uh, little ol' customers just turned up dead, and he took pictures of her last week.
Goodness.
That Coast Guard fella? So you know him? He come around a couple times, yeah.
Uh, anyone wearing the uniform gets half off anything on the menu.
And he thought Juliana was on the menu? Oh, no.
She's -- she's sweet.
She didn't know how to handle it, so I, uh, I bought him a beer, told him we were engaged, and, uh, he's a gentleman.
He stopped coming around after that, out of respect.
Out of respect, huh? Or maybe you had a friend have a word with him? You know, a swamp rat like Benjamin Forey? He said he was here the night that Jackson was murdered.
Oh, Benny.
He's a hunting buddy.
Uh, I buy gator meat off him on occasion.
He's good people.
What -- see, in my book, uh, good people don't kill endangered animals.
Gators ain't endangered anymore, Detective.
They're a nuisance.
Is that how you treat nuisances? Shoot them in the swamp? You want to know where I was that night? - Yes, I do.
- Right here with Julie.
I didn't say which night.
Just pick a night.
We practically live here.
Don't we, Julie? Mm-hmm.
So, how long have you two been engaged? About a month.
Congratulations.
Yeah.
We're pretty excited.
If we were any happier, they'd have to shoot us.
Interesting choice of words.
Daniel? What do you got for me? Jackson's sailing watch has a built-in compass and memory.
The last coordinates he saved -- and only coordinates he saved -- are right here.
Which means there's something on this swamp preserve that's worth killing for to keep a secret.
If I get eaten by a gator, I promise I'm gonna come back and haunt you both.
Hey.
Isn't that the Gulf? Yeah, it's a natural inlet.
Cancún, Mexico, is 500 miles southwest of here.
Which means that Colonel Forey's swamp adventures is 3 miles due back that way.
Heh.
Wait -- is that what I think it is? Carlos: It's blood.
And it's fresh.
Hang back.
Don't have to tell me twice.
Sorry, guys.
Oh.
Oh, come on! I found a generator, toilet paper, and a lot of bootprints.
I'm guessing it's an old illegal hunting camp.
Fish and Game just look the other way? Budget cuts.
There's a lot of ground to cover with less people.
These gators were killed recently.
I also found the bones of whitetail deer and wild boar in the campfire -- all out of season.
Poaching operation like this could do 20 grand a month easy.
For gator skin? Or guiding illegal trophy hunts.
That's Forey's forte.
Look at those tire tracks.
Yeah.
So, what's our victim John Jackson's role in all this? Maybe providing jarhead buddies willing to pay the cash to kill endangered species? Or, if they got out of line, becoming the endangered species.
That is Forey's brand of chew.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that this is Forey's illegal camp.
Process what you can, and then you two, go.
I've already had a run-in with this guy.
He's armed and stupid.
Probably no doubt take a hostage, use you as a human shield if he could.
Not a guy you want to sneak up on.
Where you going? To sneak up on him.
Forey: Along with the whitetail deer and the Florida panther, two of the most endangered of all species indigenous to the Florida Everglades.
Sorry, folks.
Just, uh Everybody sit tight.
Hi.
Oh, what the hell? I'll take that.
Back up, hands high.
I got a buggy-load of kids, jackass.
Yeah, which you wouldn't hesitate to use to avoid arrest, being the survivalist that you are.
Up, up, up.
Arrest me for what? Felony poaching.
Oh, and the murder of John Jackson.
Or I could just shoot you right now, sort it out later.
Fine.
This ain't over yet.
Oh, trust me.
The fun's just beginning.
State says you can kill 2 gators a year by law for personal use.
Yeah, we've got your fingerprints on four, plus the DNA from your tobacco spit.
It's government-imposed regulation.
Nature needs predators, you know? Oh, 'cause it's just so much fun to kill stuff, right? Like the black bears you bagged back in August, like the sea turtles you got back in May.
Well, now you got gators.
That's three strikes.
You're out.
That's felony.
Plus, if the lab comes back with the blood of John Jackson at your camp -- you know, the guy you served with in Iraq? The one you failed to mention? We have mutual friends.
I barely knew the guy.
Yeah, well, then why'd he have the compass points for your little death camp in his sailing watch? You guys had a good thing going, right? He provided jarheads that wanted rare trophies for their walls.
And $20,000 a month in illegal trophy hunts, that got you new swamp buggies, got Jackson his sweet man cave, but the guy grew a conscience.
He wanted out.
So you fed him to the boars.
Oh, you're just another government mouthpiece.
You -- you're nothing but theories.
Actually, it's called probable cause, and it'll get me a warrant to search your compound, where I'll probably find the .
45 that you shot Jackson with.
Unless you want to make a deal.
Tell me somebody who really did it.
Like your friend at Country Crocker? I need to see you.
Lawyers from Country Crocker and Robert Landry just bailed out Benjamin Forey? Why would a legit restaurant businessman like Landry bail out a low-life swamp rat like Forey? I wondered that, too -- ran a background check on Landry.
In '07, he was convicted of running a restaurant-supply scam.
He was shaking down Chinese-restaurant owners in West Miami.
But all he got was a year of house arrest and a $10,000 fine? Oh, no.
It gets better.
Our swamp rat, Benjamin Forey, who Landry just bailed out, was kicked out of the Marines for smuggling heroin out of Iraq in supply planes.
He did three years in Leavenworth.
Forey and Landry -- two jailbirds of a feather.
Something tells me this isn't about gator meat anymore.
Yeah, sounds more like drug dealing.
You know, maybe Landry's laundering drug money through his restaurants.
In the last two years, Landry's added 12 new restaurants to his biscuit empire.
Mm-hmm.
And a hot Colombian fiancée.
Want to guess where they met? Like moving cocaine out of her native Colombia? So, where does Jackson fit in on this? Well, he's a Coast Guard reservist, right? Uh-huh.
So he'd have access to all the security patrols in the Gulf of Mexico.
So they pay Jackson to let them sneak in under the Coast Guard's nose? And straight into Forey's secret little swamp cove.
Forey unloads the merchandise, takes it all in on his swamp buggies.
Landry launders all the money with his biscuit empire.
And Jackson lives like a king working two weekends a month without getting his hands dirty.
Until he fell in love with the boss's girl.
Uh, hey, where are you going? To talk to the future Mrs.
Landry.
Landry: You know, look, I'm -- I'm sorry.
Uh, Julie's mom got sick back home.
Uh, she took off first thing this morning.
I got -- I got no idea when she'll be back.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, this, um, "mother's sickness" thing have anything to do with my dead Coast Guard reservist? What? Or why you, uh, sprung Forey for a poaching charge? He needed springing.
That's what friends do, all right? Yeah, especially if he helped you get rid of the guy that was after your fiancée.
Y-yeah, Julie didn't have no feelings for Jackson, all right, Detective? Yeah, I know.
So you keep saying.
And, I mean, how could she, right? - You being the catch that you are.
- Beg your pardon.
Oh, fat-cat owner of a whole bunch of restaurants marries the Colombian hostess so she can never testify against him.
I'm -- I'm sorry you came all the way down here for nothing, Detective.
But before you go, why don't you take one of my mama's biscuits? That's a secret family recipe.
I already tried one.
Way too sweet for me.
And, please, you can drop this whole "Southern gentleman, fake charm" thing.
I read your rap sheet.
Okay, I admit that I made some mistakes in my past, all right? But I learned from them.
Like what? That there's more money in cocaine smuggling? That's beautiful.
Yeah, okay, you find proof of that, you give me a holler, all right? Now, excuse me.
Some of us got to work for a living.
Okay, so, this is cornstarch, baking powder, crown corn-o.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Come on, I'll cut you a check.
Yeah, for nothing.
"Big Sky country.
" Daniel.
Yeah, get me in touch with immigration and customs.
Get me travel history on Juliana Amparo.
Customs says Juliana Amparo didn't leave Miami this week or enter the U.
S.
-- ever.
- She's illegal? - Yeah.
Which means she and Landry can't get a marriage license, which means we could get her to cooperate and testify against him.
Not if she's gone underground -- or worse -- so we can't find her.
Well, maybe there's another way to skin this pig -- Landry's books.
Dirty as hell, right? Actually, they're spotless.
Done by a white-shoe firm in Orlando.
Nothing offshore, either.
Well, if he's smuggling cocaine, that money's got to be somewhere.
Any luck on the phone calls? Lawyers, accountants, managers from other Country Crockers, and a ton of calls to a prepaid cell number in the last 48 hours.
I like the sound of that.
Can you trace it? Untraceable.
Went out of service two hours ago.
Bought with cash in Tampa.
It's a burner phone.
Maybe Landry was doing one last drug deal? Call the phone company.
Have them triangulate Landry's last call to that number.
And I'll get with SWAT.
There could be a major drug deal going down at that location.
Nosy old lady up the street said there was a guy here last week, got in a shouting match.
They didn't hear what was said, but they I.
D.
'd him as our victim, John Jackson.
She say who lives there? Big Hispanic family, real quiet.
Van picks them up at 6:00 in the morning, drops them off after midnight.
Not a sound out of them.
You thinking what I'm thinking? And I hope we're both wrong.
Let's wake the neighbors.
Go.
Go, go, go, go.
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
Call an ambulance.
It's okay.
You're safe.
You're safe.
I'm a friend.
It's okay.
It's okay.
You're safe.
You're safe now.
Bars on all the windows, padlocks on all the bedroom doors.
Two dozen people held here against their will, and not one neighbor heard or saw anything.
Standard procedure for human-trafficking cases.
And from the looks of things, this place was pretty recently shut down.
- Yeah.
- How's Juliana? Callie's at the hospital with her right now.
Any chance she'll roll on Landry? Too early to tell on that one.
The house is owned by a British national in her 80s.
Lives in London, hasn't been on this side of the Atlantic in 20 years.
Rented to a "Nathan Davis.
" Nathan Davis is probably a fake name, fake social.
Any chance they paid with a check? Money order.
I'll call utility companies to see if Nathan's name turns up at any other location.
This is why Country Crocker had such clean books.
Land wasn't trafficking drugs.
He was trafficking people.
Forey gets 10 grand a head, Landry gets free labor with no payroll taxes, no fringes.
- Slave labor? - Yeah.
My grandparents eat there.
Well, victims want the American dream.
Pay 10 grand to come into the U.
S.
illegally.
When they get here, the smugglers take their passports, lock them up, make them work for free, tell them they'll be deported if they talk to the police.
Yeah, or worse.
Is that blood? Yeah, there was a lot more, but somebody cleaned it up with bleach.
I got enough on the wall for DNA testing, which I'm guessing will I.
D.
Jackson.
I found this on the floor under the mattress.
"Semper Fi.
" It's the Marine credo.
I'm thinking Jackson was shot here and then dumped in the swamp.
Manus: But if Jackson was growing a conscience, why would he come here and get his hands dirty? Well, maybe this will tell us.
Jackson must have parked this around the corner so no one would know he was there -- for an easy getaway.
Nice truck.
Language CDs.
Ho-ho.
He was learning basic Spanish.
"No precoupe.
Está a salto.
" "Don't worryJump"? "No precoupe.
Está a salvo.
" "Don't worry.
You're safe.
" - Yeah, that's what I said.
- Please.
- He was rescuing someone.
- Juliana.
Yeah, except she wasn't here five days ago.
She was with Landry -- who wouldn't let her out of his sight.
Until she became a liability.
"Big Sky Real Estate.
" Montana.
Juliana had the same thing on a mug.
Jackson must have given it to her.
This must be their secret getaway.
Only he was killed before they got away.
Or there was another reason why they couldn't leave yet, and that reason got him killed.
Pilar Amparo, 17, Juliana's sister -- smuggled here together.
You were right, Detective -- passenger list for an Avianca flight out of Bogotá to Cancún lists both Juliana and Pilar as passengers.
Cancún is a smuggling hotspot -- shortest nautical distance across the Gulf of Mexico into Florida and right on through Forey's protected little swamp.
Pilar is the reason Juliana didn't go to Big Sky with Jackson.
She was still in Landry's clutches.
And when he showed up one night to rescue her, it cost him his life.
Hey.
How's Juliana? - She's leaving.
- What? And by law, there's nothing I can do to stop her.
I can't keep her if she refuses treatment.
I tried to convince her she was safe, but guys like Landry brainwash their victims, make them mistrust cops, nurses, doctors.
Anyone who can break the hold they have over them.
Exactly.
Well, I have one way to win Juliana's trust.
How? By arresting her.
Hey.
Going somewhere? To work.
I'm late.
Juliana, I know about your sister.
I know you and Pilar came here together.
I'm guessing she's still in Landry's hands, which is why you're here and Jackson's dead.
Okay, he knew that you wouldn't leave Landry unless you knew Pilar was safe.
So he tried to rescue her because he loved you.
Come on.
Help me get Landry.
Tell me what he's done to you, what he did to Jackson.
Help me find your sister.
Okay.
Then you're under arrest.
What? No, please.
No, you're here illegally, Juliana.
B-b-but by law, Detective, you can't arrest her, illegal or not, if she's seeking medical treatment.
Ah, you know what? You're absolutely right.
Then what's it gonna be, Juliana? I don't know where Pilar is.
I swear it.
I'm afraid for her.
Um, can you? Yeah.
Carlos, give me some good news.
I said some good news, Carlos.
The blood we found on the floor that was cleaned up with the bleach matched the DNA of the victim, Jackson's.
But the spatter on the wall -- that wasn't Jackson's.
See, I knew that Juliana had stayed there, too, so I ran it against her sample to rule her out.
It shares a high percentage of genetic material with her DNA.
It could only belong to a sibling.
It was Pilar.
She was there.
She must have witnessed Jackson's murder.
And killed the same night to keep her quiet.
Detective! Uh, would you mind? I found Nathan Davis -- the name on the lease of the house where those people were held and where the murder went down.
Florida Power and Utilities said he rented three other houses, paid all their utility bills with money orders.
Did you check where the money orders came from? I did, and five days ago, Nathan Davis used money orders to pay for 30 one-way bus tickets to Macon, Georgia, home of the first Country Crocker restaurant outside of Florida.
It's Forey.
He and Landry must have sent all his slave labor up north so they couldn't cooperate in our murder investigation.
Oh, that's nice.
What's the matter, Forey? I thought you were strictly a crossbow guy.
Forey: That better? Oh, yeah.
Much better.
So, now what? Well, I always did wonder what it'd be like to hunt down and kill a man.
I'm thinking probably a step up from feeding your former army mate to a pig.
You ain't getting out of here alive, Detective.
You know too much.
So, can I take this as a confession for the murder of John Jackson? Wouldn't you like that? Human trafficking, maybe? You roll over on Landry so we can both walk out of here alive.
Oh, tell me an experienced guide and survivalist did not just fall for that.
Put it down.
Get up.
Now walk.
You won't shoot me in the back.
I won't? You can't.
I'm unarmed.
And as you just pointed out I'm a survivalist.
Forey, freeze! Forey! Gotta love the irony.
Snared by his own boar trap, stabbed by the very knife- he used to gut and skin those boars.
Karma.
He ruined my good shirt.
- Yeah.
What's this? Well, they were looking to see if Forey had any, uh, surprises left in store.
This is what they found.
ATF found plenty in his garage.
He was armed to the teeth.
They found gold in his home, Tamiflu, dried food, and water.
I guess his end of days happened early.
Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
Oh! Oh! Wow.
Whew.
Ecuador, Venezuela, Honduras.
You're looking at half of Latin America, here.
Is that a ledger? Yeah, to go along with the passports.
It records the date of arrival, the time they were stashed, what they had to pay off to win their freedom.
$2 million.
That's 200 people at 10 grand a pop.
Buys a lot of biscuits and gravy.
Forey was a survivalist.
He was hedging his bets on the day when his hunting buddy Landry would double-cross him.
It's good, though.
If this case would've stayed open any longer, it would have eaten me alive.
Daniel, did they find any syrup in Forey's cabin? Syrup like high-fructose syrup? Like the kind of syrup that we found on Jackson's watch that attracted the boar to the body.
Yeah, no.
Nothing like that.
Huh.
Going somewhere? Yeah.
My, uh, my night manager forgot to make, uh, last night's cash deposit drop, so Wow! You did all that business in one night? Those must be some killer biscuits.
Well, with your mama's secret ingredient, of course they are, right? Uh, high-fructose corn syrup? Yeah? Same stuff you poured over Jackson when you and Forey killed him.
I-I didn't kill Jackson.
Sure you didn't.
Like you didn't smuggle and imprison 200 people to build your biscuit empire for free? Detective, I-I have passed every immigration inspection since Country Crocker opened.
By moving your slave labor from house to house to house.
Yeah, you know, your big mistake was actually partnering up with a paranoid survivalist.
Forey documented your whole operation -- names, numbers, smuggling contacts in Latin America.
I'm guessing you -- you got my Julie in custody.
Yeah, she's a -- she's a sweet girl.
But, uh, you can only trust what she says so far, you know, 'cause t-those poor kids down there, they got nothing, you know? They -- they lie to live.
I was just trying to, uh to help her realize her dream of coming to America.
Really? Oh, yeah, by, uh, forcing her into a relationship with you.
Uh, killing her sister to shut her up about Jackson.
Yeah, you're a real humanitarian.
Yes, please, go for it.
I so want you to.
I would love the opportunity to shoot you.
Ohh.
A much worse place than you sent them.
So you have yourself a nice day.
Callie: So Landry had their passports the whole time? Jim: Forey had the rest.
Landry held on to these because he knew he needed something to help coerce Juliana into the bedroom.
That's disgusting.
He knew he could keep her in line as long as he had Pilar as a hostage.
Maybe now she'll testify against him.
I don't know.
He really did a number on her.
Any news on her sister? Not good news.
Carlos found her blood in the same room as Jackson was killed.
Worried that maybe she was dumped in the swamp, as well.
They come here full of hope, and then they lose everything.
Yeah.
How do you survive that? Who's she talking to? She says a friend back home.
She calls every few hours.
Calls last about a minute.
Ah, it's Daniel.
Hey, do me a favor.
Give those to her.
Maybe if she has those back again, she can start to trust us.
Yeah.
Daniel, what do you got for me? Oh, and, uh, before I forget, I need you to do something for me.
Bone fisherman was dragging for crab -- pulled it up in a trap in the area where the scouts found Jackson's remains.
Serial number matches records from the Coast Guard.
It was Jackson's gun.
I'll run ballistics and match the caliber.
Sounds like they tossed it in the swamp -- where they hide all their dirty work.
Only fired once.
We never found the rest of the body.
There might have been other shots.
Maybe Forey and Landry fought Jackson over the weapon, and it went off by accident.
Or maybe he fought someone else that night, someone that's not really a killer.
Daniel, did you check that pay phone at the hospital, like I asked? I did.
Got you an address.
Okay, I give up.
Why did you have me bring Juliana down here? Those phone calls that Juliana was making from the hospital, they weren't to Bogotá.
They were to this pay phone here on the boardwalk And same time every day.
Wait -- you mean? Yep.
Pilar! Okay, how did you do that? What, make a dead girl come back to life? Easy.
This is the hard part.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Well, don't thank me yet.
Uh, Pilar? We know that you shot Jackson.
No, it's okay.
He's -- he's really here to help.
Yeah.
But you have to help me and help yourselves.
I mean, we have a pretty good idea that the shooting was an accident.
And that's why your sister's been in hiding since the night of the shooting, right? He wanted to help us.
John knew what he was doing was wrong, but he was afraid to speak up until he met me and some of the others andsaw what they were doing to us.
He knew he had to stop it, but he had to get Pilar out of there first.
And that's when the accident happened? It was dark.
She was scared.
She thought somebody was going to take her, like when Landry came and took me from Pilar.
The gun went off in the scuffle, but she didn't mean to kill him.
I haven't seen Pilar since I got taken.
She left a phone number in her handwriting at the host station, and I knew she was safe.
But I didn't know where she was.
We were going to escape, but then policÃa came around, and We were afraid.
Look, I'm really sorry for what you've been through, but I am going to have to take you both in.
But -- but if you help us make a case against Landry, testify against the abuse that you suffered at his hand, you might be able to fight the extradition.
You know, you can make a case with immigration and customs.
And then begin the process of filing for landed-immigrant status.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
Gracias.
Really.
Well, that sucked royally.
Thanks for dragging me into this.
See? I told you I dragged you into much worse.
Yeah.
So, what do you want to do? About? Our last conversation.
Uh, we could just pick it up from where we left off.
You really think where we left off is somewhere I'm dying to return to? Right.
Just We can start a new one.
Okay.
Good.
But I want to eat.
Yeah, I thought we could eat here.
I'm not gonna eat here.
Oh.
It's just, uh I paid for all-day parking.
Yeah, that's not my problem.
You could buy me dinner, cheapskate.