The Rip

A Miami narcotics unit fractures from the inside after discovering a cartel stash house loaded with cash, six weeks after their captain's unsolved murder. The city itself feels like a pressure cooker, and the team feels it: loyalty curdles fast when the numbers have that many zeroes. Carnahan keeps the interrogation frame tight, feeding information in controlled doses, trusting the ensemble to carry the weight of suspicion before the plot demands anything explicit of them. It mostly works.