The Finder

Samba--fast. It's all about carnival and color and celebration.

Rumba--slow. Man, woman, the night, and romance.

Samba--hip shakin'.

Rumba--hip swingin'.

Samba--fancy footwork.

Rumba--steamy passion, the language of love.

Stop. You guys need a hobby.

This is our hobby.

How's about you actually learn dance instead of just arguing about it?

Oh, you better believe I know how to dance.

He can't dance.

I hate to admit it, but I actually miss Isabel coming around.

Whew. Not as much as I do.

You don't have to tell us why.

It's because of the sex.

Hey! Don't laugh together against me.

I happen to very good at the sex.

She's studying for her law midterm.

Nobody call her for any reason.

Woman: Excuse me?

Are you the finder man?

Yeah, he is.

I like to ask a few questions before admitting to who I am.

I'm Marta Abreu, and this is my daughter, Adina.

Play the message, mama.

Man: Marta, if you're there, pick up.

Get out of the house, go somewhere safe.

Remember that spot we stayed that one time by highway 19?

Take Adina and you stay there until you hear from me, all right?

Don't talk to nobody.

That's my papa. You need to find him.

Leo: So what do the police say?

The cops don't care 'cause papa used to be in a gang.

Carlos quit the Matones. He left that life behind for us.

Yeah. And the police say he went back to the gang.

That is not what happened.

Please, find my husband. Please.

Can I ask them how they found me?

My cousin works for chef Alejandro

at the Bella Plata restaurant.

He said you found him in 2 days

after the police looked for 3 years.

Your husband was talking to somebody else before he hung up.

Carlos: ...That one time by highway 19?

Take Adina and you stay there until you hear from me, all right?

Don't talk to nobody.

Thank you for meeting me, man. We got to figure this out--

Sounds like he's in trouble

and maybe this person can help.

If your husband was in trouble, who would he go to for help?

It's a pertinent question.

You should ask Uncle Raul.

Who's Uncle Raul? And is he really your uncle?

No, he's my father's best friend.

From the same gang?

Raul left the Matones even before Carlos.

When Carlos got out of prison,

Raul got him a job working at the boilers.

Working the boilers where?

Everglades Petro-Chemical.

Have you talked to Uncle Raul?

We did what Carlos said.

We left the house and spoke to no one.

Well, except you came here and talked to us.

Will you find my father?

No.

Walter!

But I will find the rest of that conversation.

I don't understand.

We'll find your husband.

But Walter said he'd "find the rest of the conversation."

Whatever that means.

Finding the conversation is the first step in finding Carlos.

We'll do it.

Thank you.

This is a secure facility. How did you get in?

We came in with them.

We want to talk to you about your friend Carlos Abreu.

Why? What did Carlos do?

Well, it's interesting that he said

"What did Carlos do?"

Instead of being worried that something happened "to" Carlos.

Is that a ding-dong?

I'm enjoying a delicious confection.

Who's the politician?

Guy looks like he built himself up from the ground floor.

The American way. Got to love that.

C.E.O. New broom sweeps clean.

What about Carlos?

Carlos: Marta, if you're there, pick up.

Get out of the house, go somewhere safe.

Remember that spot we stayed that one time by highway 19?

Take Adina and you stay there until you hear from me, all right.

Don't talk to nobody.

Thank you for meeting me, man. We got to figure this out--

New broom sweeps clean?

Sweeps clean what?

We're a petro-chemical company, amigo,

right behind big tobacco and big pharmaceutical on the most hated list.

Carlos' wife hoped you might be able to tell us something.

Why? Because I used to be a Matone?

Because he's your best friend, right?

How come you weren't surprised when we played that message from Carlos?

Maybe because I knew something bad was going on with Carlos.

What kind of bad?

Skipping work. Won't talk to nobody.

Este depre.

Well, it took a lot of guts to hire another gang member.

Former gang member.

I put my ass on the line for him, right?

If you were thinking about getting back into gang activity,

who would you talk to?

First of all, the guys that I used to run with,

they're either dead or in prison.

If you think of anything,

or hear from Carlos, call me, ok?

I want to see this family back together.

You know, that's just rage you're trying to swallow there, my friend.

Sometime a ding-dong is just a ding-dong.

I'm not touching that one with a 10-foot pole.

Woman: Ahem.

Identify yourself.

Genus--homo, species--sapiens.

Sex--male. Race--Caucasian. Adult.

Can I get a little tit for that tat?

FBI special agent Gail McHottie.

I think that's all you really need to know.

What is this? What are you doing?

It's called "perspective inversion."

It helps me to reveal the negative capability of the space.

Can I see your I.D., please?

Ahh.

A library card?

Perfect return record. Can I see your I.D., please?

McHottie? Agent McHottie? Seriously?

Yeah, well, I got through high school with that name,

the FBI is a snap.

Well, imagine what it would have been like

for a homely girl.

Well, thank you.

Walter Sherman. Yep.

What are you doing here?

I figure you're part of a gang task force.

So Carlos Abreu must have been tied up in some sort of gang activity.

I can't really comment

on an ongoing investigation

unless, of course, you can help me.

Carlos' wife Marta engaged me

to find out who he was speaking to

just before he disappeared and what was said.

In that case, I will enjoy exploiting you.

What's in it for me?

Mutual exploitation.

Full weight of the most powerful

law enforcement agency in the country.

Really?

So how do I get in touch with you?

Excuse me.

Ask for Zazu.

How do I get a hold of you?

Call the FBI. Oh, wait!

You know what? On second thought,

you strike me as a confidential informant.

I think I'm going to keep you on the down low.

You seem to be a very good judge of character, agent McHottie.

I'll call you.

Zazu?

It's intriguing, right?

Hmm.

Hello, Walter. Did you find anything at the house?

An FBI agent named McHottie.

She's on a gang task force.

Bad news--Carlos Abreu is being investigated by a gang task force.

Good news-- Carlos wrote down

where he was meeting whoever it was he was meeting.

Did the FBI agent tell you that?

No. I found it at the house.

Did you tell the FBI? Nope.

Florida code chapter 843, "crimes obstructing justice."

Leo, are you looking at Ellie's present?

No.

This morning you're eating a ding-dong.

Now you're looking at Ellie's present.

We shouldn't have taken this case.

Where was Carlos' meeting?

"Meat u here." Where?

That's what Carlos wrote down. "Meat u here."

Ok, Walter, but where did he want to meet?

Not meet meet. Meat meat.

Like meat you eat.

I know the place.

Well, then I'll meet you there.

By which I mean meat u here.

Background sounds match what we heard

on Marta Abreu's voicemail.

People, hissing espresso cart,

one-man-band.

Can't believe he'd throw this all away to go back to gang, right?

Leo: Maybe he had financial pressures.

They weren't rich, but they were doing ok,