Cross

Previously on CROSS...

Finally got a real name for Two-Fingers.

Lincoln Esteban.

What does it say about Esteban that he created his own

personal female deity?

I am the daughter of Gabriela Alejandra Porras

And I'm here to avenge her death.

I'm trying to figure out why Nana would lie about my mother being dead.

Maybe she thought it was better, you not knowing.

- Did you know? - Since-since we were kids.

Now, it's my absolute pleasure

to introduce you to Paul Hartsfield,

the former assistant deputy secretary at the Department of Labor.

Margaret. No, no!

Mastermind is looking to clean the slate,

- and I can't do this alone. - You're in Nebraska on this one.

- There is no cavalry. - What can I do?

- Let me be there for you. - There is someone else who I think

can help with this.

What's got you so rattled that you ready to release the kraken?

- Does it matter? - Nope.

The FBI lab's processing the burned documents.

The scan showed a list of dates and numbers.

These ten-digit numbers, they have to be coordinates.

Harlingen, Texas.

We got to get to Texas.

Go on, baby.

Alex, this is John.

John, meet Alex.

I thought we was meeting at the airport.

We need to talk first.

No, you need to talk.

Nothing says I got to listen.

She-she came to see Nana Mama once.

When we were kids.

You met her?

No. No, I-I was on the stairs.

I heard her voice, but never saw her face.

Why was she at the house?

For money.

Nana wanted to adopt you, John.

The court said that LaDonna had to give up her parental rights.

Didn't make sense 'cause she was unfit to be your mother,

but they wouldn't let anybody adopt you unless she gave up her rights.

That's why you had to stay in foster care all those years.

Nana Mama never said nothing about her adopting me.

Well, she didn't want to get your hopes up, in case it didn't happen.

John, Nana offered LaDonna $5,000 to give up her rights.

That's more than we had.

Now, LaDonna, she took it, then she didn't do shit.

It's been almost 30 years, Alex.

I know.

You never thought about telling me nothing?

I'm sorry, man.

I am sorry. But Nana thought

you knowing how everything went down would hurt you.

I-I thought she was right.

You didn't think I could take it?

Shit, I could barely take it.

And the longer I didn't tell you, the harder it got.

But, hey, would-would you have told me, John?

Even if you knew it would break me?

I would.

Because I'd be right there to pick up the pieces and put you back together.

But fuck it. Let's go to Texas.

It's been six hours.

Maybe blowing up Esteban's hideout

spooked him, so he decided to abort.

He'll show.

He wrote everything in code.

There's no reason for him to believe we cracked it.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Another text to Elle?

Is that a thing again?

Uh...

I thought it was for a second.

I was wrong.

She's at your house, right?

She's watching your kids.

It's a temporary situation.

Uh-uh.

I'm trying to keep a straight face. I'm sorry.

Don't... Stop.

- What? Say it. Nah. - I'm sorry.

You're the one who was making fun of my dating life for years.

Well, if the avoidant personality disorder fits...

Oh, come on. If I was a man,

no one would say shit about me putting my career first.

Oh, you can't have both?

- Work and love? - Yeah.

Uh-huh, until the next guy stumbles up on, you know,

a stack of crime scene photos or,

oh, I don't know, throws a hissy fit

'cause I'm not texting him back fast enough when I'm on a stakeout.

There are people who understand.

Yeah, there was one.

- Oh. - And you married her.

I did.

Yeah.

You know, I would've made a move on that.

I just like dick too much.

Wow.

You are a terrible person. Just...

I know, I know.

Shit.

Okay.

- Nature calls. - Hmm.

That nature or dick?

Don't run.

Yo, Two John, you still awake over there?

Yeah, I just found out

that Sheriff Teddy grew up in Arkansas.

He's over here trying to tell me that Nolan Richardson

ranks as a better college coach than John Thompson.

I'm sorry. What?

What? Yo, Ewing,

Iverson, Mourning, Mutombo.

Coach Thompson all day.

You gotta come stronger than that, fam.

You ever heard the term "40 minutes of hell"?

- Oh, there he go. - Case closed.

Hey, man, they had a run.

Georgetown had a dynasty, a'ight?

Case closed.

Hey, yo, John,

you check in with DHS?

Larsen's posted up behind the mini-mart.

Hasn't seen anything.

Teddy, I'm thinking this day is a bust.

What say we call it?

What's Larsen's problem?

DHS, always looking to punch out early.

FBI's dime, FBI's call.

Madeline, you got hands like Mary from the Bible.

Treatment like this

definitely makes a brother want to raise the dead.

I'm here.

Did you find Ibrahim?

I know you're feeling some pressure, but you's gonna want

to have to mind your tone.

Good afternoon, Bobby Trey.

I hope you're having a wonderful day.

Now could you please answer the fucking question:

Did you find Ibrahim?

I'm close.

How close are... Huh? Oh.

Fucking asshole.

They're all assholes, honey.

Y'all seeing this?

The guy that just hopped into the produce truck

isn't the original driver.

Drivers switch out on long hauls all the time.

Without talking to each other? Something's off.

I'll see your "something's off" and raise you a "possible suspect."

Orange hoodie, camouflage pants, southwest corner of the lot.

Does that look like Esteban?

Yeah, that's him.

What's he holding?

- I got him. - All right, stand-stand down.

Don't want to spook him.

I'm headed his way.

DHS! Drop your weapon!

Don't shoot, don't shoot! Hold your fire!

Stand down, Larsen!

It's a camera! It's just a camera!

Stand down!

What does that look like to you?

- Looked like a fucking Glock! - It's a camera! A fucking camera!

- Larsen, get your shit together! - Let me go, man, I need to help them!

- Help who? - Them!

Go, go, go!

Who the hell is shooting at us?

Someone's messing with the truck!

Get 'em away from the cargo!

- John, you see anything? - No. Not yet.

But we'll be there in a minute. Hang tight.

Yeah. Yeah, we gonna be a minute.

Who's in the truck?

There's kids in there.

Let's-let's go, get 'em out of here!

Let's go!

Come on.

Move it, move it. Let's go.

Stay still, don't move. Head down. Don't move, don't move.

Come on, get up. We have to go.

Oh, shit!

Alex, you good?

- There's people on the truck. - You have to help them!

Tienes que proteger alos niños.

Two John, what's your situation?

Pulling up quick, heading your way.

We got to get to the produce truck. There's kids in there.

All units in the vicinity of Buck's Feed & Seed at mile marker 52,

officer requires immediate backup,

westbound.

Requesting air and emergency

medical support.

If fired upon,

do not return fire. I repeat,

do not return fire.