Salvageland

What are you doing?

I won't hurt it.

Just a little scare.

Dad!

You almost shot the dog!

Told you to get those cataracts removed.

Go ahead, get it.

Last month, it was a foot.

Last week, an arm. And now, this…

Positive. At this location.

No way all these body parts came from one person.

I already radioed highway patrol.

They're on their way.

Let's secure the area. They'll take it from here.

There are more body parts here.

The other one.

It smells so bad now.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sarge.

- Ma'am, thanks again. Take care. - Thank you.

Looks like they buried this in a rush.

It's why the dog found it.

Not our problem.

This is not our case.

The cuts are clean.

Power tools like last time.

Stop that.

I don't want Asero to question us.

It's the same group.

Dad, I bet if we follow this old highway,

we'll find more pieces in nearby towns.

Probably buried like these.

I'm sure a syndicate's behind this.

The victims are chopped up, harder to identify.

Why don't we

reach out to the next station?

Let's ask them.

If they've seen any similar incidents.

So we can work together on the investigation.

It's all connected by the same road anyway.

Jules.

I told you we're not getting involved in this.

Dad…

I know this is Highway Patrol's jurisdiction.

But we both know nothing's going to happen if they handle it.

No one's getting caught.

We all have our own turf. Our own mess to deal with.

You'll burn out if you try to do all.

Look around you.

Nobody's searching this place or asking questions.

Since they're not from here, we just let them be?

What about the next victims? Should we not care about them either?

Stop it. Let's go.

We're done here.

What's that?

You went through with it?

Watch your mouth.

I'm not just your father, I'm your senior.

Well, I'm sorry, Sarge. But I'm not transferring to Puerto.

Jules, it's done.

In a couple of days, your transfer papers will be out.

You've been promoted. I've already worked it out.

There's a job waiting for you at headquarters.

I didn't join the force to end up behind a desk, Dad.

Stop complaining.

We're moving to Puerto…

Once I retire.

Who's staying behind at the precinct?

Espanto?

Garin?

- Are you fucking serious? - Morales!

Don't make me suspend you. That's enough.

My apologies, Sarge.

But I'm not leaving without finding out who's behind all this.

You know why I can't let you be?

You don't follow the protocol.

Neither do the ones who did this!

We're not like them.

We're not criminals.

If we let them get away, we're no different.

It's too damn early.

Oh, come on, Sarge.

Lieutenant hasn't had his coffee yet.

Sorry.

Didn't want anyone messing up the scene. That's why I called in early.

Why weren't you at Vice's birthday party last night?

Mayor was asking the Chief about you.

I know, sir. I'm sorry.

I had a headache. I think it's my blood pressure.

But I sent a message to Vice.

I sent over a premium bottle.

And for Mayor,

his favorite goat stew, of course.

Goat stew, huh?

Boys, boys.

You should all takes notes from Sarge.

He gets along well with everyone…

Plays it smart…

And follows orders.

- Yes, sir. - So when he retires,

he'll just be sitting pretty on his pension.

Am I right, Sarge?

I guess…

Sir, we'll go ahead.

Jules, we should go.

That reminds me.

Congratulations on your promotion, kid.

Congrats!

You're lucky he's your father.

He's always looking out for you.

Morales, hold on a sec.

Sir?

Not you. Your boy.

What's that? Give it to me!

Hey!

This asshole!

- He's taking evidence. - Try me!

Give it to me!

Try and come closer!

Put the gun down, hand us the evidence!

There's nowhere to go!

- Stop fucking meddling! - Asshole!

Your son's nuts, Sarge!

Tell him to put the gun down, Sarge.

I'll shoot him.

Do you want to die here?

Put the gun down!

Put your gun down!

- Wait! - Listen to your Dad.

We're on the same side.

Damn it, Morales!

- He's a stubborn fuck, Lieutenant. - Jules!

- Damn it! - Shoot this fucker!

Put the gun down!

This investigation's going nowhere if they handle it!

Are you fucking kidding me? Hey! Sarge, control your son.

Do you want things to get messy?

This is the third case.

You didn't even investigate the first two.

I don't understand why you're sleeping on the job!

If you don't want to handle it, I will!

What are you getting at?

We'll find out, Lieutenant.

There's a thumb mark here.

We'll be able to identify whose hand was dumped here.

This might even be the key to identifying other victims!

Should I take him out, Lieutenant?

Go ahead, try it! We're going to have a problem!

You're the problem, boy!

You're outnumbered.

My head's killing me. I haven't slept,

and damn it, I haven't had my fucking coffee!

- Get your son in line! - Sir…

Garin…

- Galvez. - Talk to your son!

- Dad? - Sir, please!

Put your guns down.

God damn it, put that fucking gun down, Jules.

- Put that evidence back! - Seriously?

- Asshole! - Hey!

Hey!

Calm down!

Calm down!

- Calm down! - Morales!

Two weeks.

You're taking two weeks off.

Is that your decision, Dad?

Or is it the Lieutenant's order?

They're blocking your promotion.

I don't care about the promotion.

You've got a long way to go. You could still make it as an officer.

Don't waste it. Don't be like me.

I already told you.

I didn't become a cop just to sit and hide behind a desk.

Nothing good will come from going up against them.

Fuck them!

Dad, those guys are definitely up to something.

Something is amiss, and I know you know it, too, Dad.

I don't want to make a big deal out of this.

Your gun and badge.

What happened to you, Dad?

When did you give up?

I didn't.

I just know which battles to fight.

Look at this, Dad.

This one. "Awarded to PO3 Ernesto Morales",

for his display of exceptional courage and commitment…

Jules

"risking his own life in the line of duty."

This is you, Dad, isn't it?

Jules.

"For dedication to duty…"

- Dad, what happened to you? - Jules!

Hand over your gun and badge.

I don't need those to continue investigating this case anyway.

Jules.

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Boss.

Well?

How is it?