Things get off to a pretty slow start this week. Charlotte's porny consigliore-wannabe Ray has a meeting with Graciela Rivera about the tunnel, in which he proposes using it to smuggle guns into Mexico instead of just people out. Graciela is open to the arrangement in more ways than one… one of which is pretty damn porny. Needless to say, Ray tells Charlotte none of this. Her only inkling that he's up to no good is a vague warning from Cesar, but Charlotte doesn't exactly act on it. Rather the opposite, in fact. (Hint: it gets porny again.)
Meanwhile, Ruiz asks to come home, but Alma's not only not interested, she's already launching an affair with her coworker Kenny. Fausto Galvan apparently decided not to kill Steven Linder, but not for long; Linder receives a new assignment to help a young woman who is also the daughter of his liaison on Mexico. And by an even more remarkable coincidence, she's also the girlfriend of Fausto Galvan. Linder barely escapes with his life and Galvan got a pretty good look at him. Daniel Frye is still off the booze and the drugs and withdrawal puts him not only off his game but, ultimately, flat on the floor.
But this is all just a warm-up for the main event. Cross traces the killer's fake police car to a ten-year-old auction purchase by some kook up in the hills named Jack Childress. She and Ruiz go to check it out and find a veritable trove of damning evidence, including a major arsenal and a manifesto whose title includes the word "Dialectics." Ruiz suggests calling in the task force, but given what happened last week with Gina, Cross would rather just call her boss rather than risk tipping off a suspect again. Wade shows up with Detective Cooper, whereupon the cops realize that their suspect is onto them anyway and likely hiding in the neighboring trailer park. They turn over a few rocks and uncover a small rogue's gallery of residents, but no suspect. Everyone's favorite idiot deputy, Manny Stokes, bumbles along during the search and is distracting Ruiz with his own half-baked theories about the killer when a sniper bullet splashes Stokes's brains across Ruiz's face. So, you know, good thing for our guys he showed up or else one of them would have killed instead!
With bullets raining down on them and the SWAT team still twenty minutes out, Cross takes it upon herself to get Childress on the phone and keep him distracted while Ruiz, Wade and Cooper move in on Childress's position. But by the time they get there, Childress has sneaked up on Cross and the two end up in a standoff. That ends when both shoot at the same time, but since they're both wearing bulletproof vests, both survive. Childress is brought back to the station alive, and the guys figure the case is over. Cross, however, has her doubts, pointing out that Childress seems too crazy to have planned everything the killer has gotten up to. I can't say I blame her, especially given that we're still barely halfway through the season.
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Up in the hills, Charlotte's porn-y new sidekick Ray walks over and taps on the back window of an SUV, which rolls down slowly. There's Graciela Rivera, gazing out with her usual appraising look. Something is about to go down here. "Digging the whole Erykah Badu thing you got going there," Ray says, pointing at Graciela's usual turban. "What do you want?" she snaps, totally not digging the whole Eddie Haskell think he's got going there. Ray says he was hoping to do this the first time in person, and she crabbily lets him in the back seat and scoots over to the passenger side. "Guessing I checked out with the cowboy lawyer?" Ray ventures, in reference to Monte P. Flagman.
Coincidentally, Lyle Lovett was performing here in Minnesota on the night of this episode, but wouldn't you know it, I had to work. Graciela just says that "Monte is very thorough." Ray figures that means yes, and asks for his money. The driver hands back an envelope full of cash, but after riffling through the hundreds and finding them satisfactory, Ray, oddly enough, still isn't moving. He tells Graciela that it's a shame to see the tunnel running one-way, and suggests making it do double duty as a southward pipeline for, say, AR-15s. That's the first moment of this meeting in which waves of hatred aren't pouring visibly off of her, but she says those guns aren't easy to get right now.
Ray knows that, and says he can get it started this week. Graciela asks him another question: "Do you have an opinion about oral sex?" And since she's unbuttoning herself, it's probably not just small talk. Ray's all for it, at least in general, and Graciela turns toward him in her seat, leaning back and declaring, "This will be our arrangement moving forward." Ray: "So is that a yes on the guns?"
Graciela braces herself, grabbing onto the safety handles and the seat belt, saying, "Depending." Ray's not exactly diving in, stalling by asking, "Is this a cartel thing?" She tells him in Spanish to shut up, so he starts putting his mouth to other use. The driver's still up front and everything, visible only by his eyes in the rear view mirror, framed not unlike the eyes-only sketch of the killer produced by the police artist. But see? What did I say about something being about to go down?
We must be running short this week, because the title sequence is a little longer, with the slow, mournful theme song stretching to four lines instead of three. Extended dance mix! For tree sloths.