"memmo fierro." that's the driver. the guy who cut you off. problem is, there's no last known address. we don't need it, we've got his car. thank you. ( air gun whirs ) i ran a brand check on those cigarettes we got in the car ashtray. they're venenos. salvadoran. these are panamanian, and these are bolivian. and this car's registered in new york. so it looks like everyone's headed to miami, and i'm guessing not for vacation. not for a vacation, for a universal, mr. wolfe. meeting of all the noche heads. it's why they broke sifuentes out. he must be a really big deal in the noches. what is this? on the front tire rim? it's blood. i'll have dna confirm it. no, nobody was shot up there. ( sirens wailing; gunshots ) so what is it? i don't know, get it to trace. ( siren wailing ) get out of the car. get the hell out of the car! what are you doing here? what you mean is, you thought you got me with that shot, right? tried to kill my sister, too! now open the trunk! i didn't shoot her. open the trunk! if you didn't shoot her, then what's this? that