Borderline

Downtown.

¿Inglés?

Yeah. We're in America.

America.

You're in downtown D.C.

¿La capital?

Yeah.

Yeah. You got it.

Fuck!

English.

Where me?

Baltimore.

Baltimore?

Yeah, Maryland.

Wire. Baltimore?

Yeah, like The Wire.

Yeah. No.

¿Dónde estoy?

Wait, wait. What?

Where I am?

You "am" in Philly.

Philly?

Like, "Adrian"?

Yeah.

That's my cue to go. This dude is trippin'.

Boss?

Yeah?

I have something to show you, sir.

Look at this.

Am I actually seeing what I think I'm seeing.

You checked your faces with the sheet, correct?

I did, boss. It was dark.

But I matched the male to a face on a mission sheet.

So what you're saying,

you think you could make a mistake?

Bring up that mission sheet over here.

Ah.

Okay. All right. Now, let's just grab each phone.

Let's just review their photos so we can match them

against the faces before we proceed.

You have the phones of the guys you grabbed.

Yeah.

Okay. All right.

I can confirm that I hold in my hand number one's phone.

We can confirm the same for number three.

Plenty of selfies verifying we grabbed number three.

Well, I can also confirm number six

is definitely the person that we took.

Take a look, man.

I think I fucked up.

You think so?

That is one giant fuck-up, Shawn.

Give me the damn phone.

We need to address this immediately.

Now, where in the hell is he?

Holy shit.

What the...

Current GPS says he's very close to where we dropped him off.

¿Dónde estoy?

An alley.

Where?

Downtown.

Downtown where?

Downtown D.C.

I'm fucking livid, Shawn.

Terminate that seed now.

-Consider it done, sir. -Get the fuck out of my sight.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

I know this may be hard to believe,

but last night, I was home in Matamoros, Mexico

and now I'm here.

And I have no idea how I got here.

Right.

Well, neither do I.

Can I ask...

...your name?

Melina.

Why is your English so good?

I went to school in Texas.

I'm Diego, by the way.

Hi.

Is it okay if I ask you a few more questions?

As long as you could walk with me.

But if you try anything,

I'll pepper spray the shit out of you.

Oh, yeah.

As crazy as this story is,

it gets even crazier because I woke up in an alley

with just my license.

And please do not freak out, because I've never used one,

but a loaded gun.

A what?

A gun.

-Where is it? -In my pants.

Can I borrow your cell to call my family?

I promise I will pay you back eventually.

I don't take pesos.

My cell doesn't work internationally. Sorry.

No reason for you to be sorry.

Look, I gotta get back to work, but meet me back here at 8:00.

Give me the gun.

What?

Give me the gun. I can store it in my cart.

That way, you don't gotta walk around with it.

If you're part of the craziness, will you just kill me now?

That's not funny.

I gotta get back to work.

The gun.

I'll be back here at 8:00 unless something happens to me.

Don't say that.

I'll see you later.

Hey, why are you doing this for me?

Because I hope someone would do it for me.

-Make sense? -Yeah.

Hey...

thank you.

Money!

- Now! - Hey, hey, hey.

Chill, chill, chill.

Okay! Okay! I'm gonna open the register.

Got your bitch ass!

No, no, no, no, no, no. Mr. Thomas. Mr. Thomas.

Mr. Thomas.

911. What's your emergency?

Yeah. I'm at Thomas and Forrest, the store on 5th and Awe.

The owner's been shot. You gotta send somebody now.

The cops are on their way.

Give me 30.

I caught him jonesing the other day.

See that Joan that just left?

This nigga's crazy. Try and get a crackhead.

What you need?

What you need?

Pockets or boom?

Oh, my nigga,

you don't even know whose stash you're stealing.

Shit don't end well for you, homes.

Cinco...

cuatro...

All right. All right. Chill, Scarface.

It's your funeral.

Now go.

Go, fuckers!

Whatever, fool.

We continue to bring you this unfolding story

of an illegal immigrant from Mexico

who murdered a shop owner in downtown D.C.

and then was himself killed by a quick-thinking cashier.

Let's go to Gabby Thompson who's at the scene

with the cashier who killed this illegal.

Thanks, Stacy. I'm with Brian Williams,

the cashier who confronted the criminal.

Brian, what happened here tonight?

I was working the register.

This Mexi gangbanger-looking dude come in,

point a gun right at me, started demanding money.

So I hit our internal alarm.

Then what happened?

Mr. Thomas, he the store owner.

He come from around back with a shotgun, but he froze up.

So, the Mexi-dude-looking-cool- as-Luke shot him.

My brain went into autopilot, so I shot him.

Had you ever seen him before?

Never. And I ain't never gonna see him again neither.

Did you know he was illegally in this country?

You mean, am I surprised?

This a real issue. You hear me?

Like, how did he get over here?

How did he get a gun?

Shit like that piss a lot of people off.

Pissed me off too.

Mr. Thomas, he was loved in this community,

and he gone for what?

'Cause y'all keep letting criminals like that over here.

Hey, yo. Rest in peace, Mr. Thomas.

I ain't let him get away, OG.

Our listeners hear you.

I hope they do.

Good evening, sir.

Yes, sir.

Very, very pleased myself.

Could not be prouder of the team.

Hello.

Uh, is there anybody inside?

A couple went in a few hours ago.

A single guy went in too.

Thanks.

Let's grab our supplies.

You still thinking about nursing school?

Yup. My application's in.

- You? - Hmm.

I think I wanna go into substance abuse.

It's impacted my family,

and this experience has really personalized it.

Excuse me, sir.

Sir, can we help you?

Can we offer you some water?

I don't know. They seem unresponsive.

Excuse me, sir?

We're here to provide you some food