All language subtitles for RJ Decker s01e03 The Needle and the Damage Done.eng

Previously on "RJ Decker"...

Don't try to eat it
through the wrapper.

Today could be
the last day of my trial,

meaning I could be going
home in a few hours or...

Or you could be
going to prison.

Where I'm told candy bars
are in short supply.

I can think of something
in even shorter supply.

??

Judge Yu: Next witness.
Lucas is my stepbrother.

And that's the man
who almost killed him.

I mostly just came to see
if we're even now.

What's your obsession with us
getting even? What is that?

If we get even too fast,
there won't be any reason

for me to call you
anymore.

Is that what you want?

??

??

[ Inhales sharply ]

What?
What?

No. It's good. No.
It's a punctuation thing.

The, uh...
bop, bop, bop.

There's a lot of them.

The em dashes?
Oh, I like them.

They suit the story.

Uh, they're a bit
aggressive.

Commas might give you
better flow.

The story is about
a blind priest who tried

to broker a truce between
MS-13 and the Latin Kings.

I don't need it to flow.

I need it to, like, grab
the reader and shake them.

[ Chuckles ]
What?

You do this
every time.

You ask people
to proof your stuff,

and then you argue
every point.

Only the dumb ones.
[ Laughs ]

Mel: Sofia!
Lift-off in five minutes!

Oh, look at you,
earning your keep

proofing my wife's article
so I don't have to.

Mm-hmm.
She bite your head off yet?

Pretty much, yeah.
Sofia: Hey, Mom.

Harper and Violet
just texted.

They're going to a kids' spa
on Saturday

for mani/pedis and facials,
and I'm invited.

I'm sorry.
Did you say kids' spa?

As in a spa
for children?

-Can I go?
-No. You're busy Saturday.

You're volunteering
at the dog rescue.

But can't I just skip it
this one time?

You made a commitment.

We keep our commitments
around here.

Go get your bag.

Oh, my goodness.
Take it easy on him. Mwah.

He's got so little
going for him in life!

[ Cellphone, ringing buzzing ]

Uh, dashes or commas,
it's good.

[ Ringing, buzzing continue ]

Hey. How are you?

Emi: What are
you wearing?

Excuse me?

Don't get excited.

I'm asking because
I may have a job for you.

Change your shirt
and meet me at the address

I'm about to send you.

Why do I have to
change my shirt?

Because these people
have money and refinement,

and the last time they saw
a grown man wearing

an aloha shirt, he was
probably cleaning their pool.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Oh. Okay.

[ Footsteps approach ]

Who needs you
to change your shirt?

Oh. Uh, Wish. Yeah.

He might have
a new client for me.

Thinks I need
to look nice.

Wish, who last time I saw
him was wearing a shirt

with a metal detector
on it

and the words "Beach Better
Have My Money."

[ Chuckles ]
Man's got layers.

??

[ Engine shuts off ]

Hey.

Emi: Welcome to the humble abode
of the Carter family.

Carter. Oh, as in
Carter Rehab?

Got it in one.
Huh.

In addition to owning
the biggest chain

of drug rehab centers
in Florida,

Ed Carter
also funded a wing

at the Institute
of Contemporary Art.

Gonna go out on a limb
and say

he's also one of your dad's
biggest donors.

He is, and so when the family
realized they needed help

with a...sensitive issue,
they came to me.

I told them it was a job
for a very dependable,

very discreet
private investigator. Oh.

Do good work.
Do it quietly.

I can virtually guarantee
they'll be back for more. Okay.

Background checks,
security gigs, due diligence.

And they'll pay
top dollar.

This shirt.
This is the upgrade?

Let's go hear about this
"sensitive issue," shall we?

??

Naomi: That's Holden.

He lives in Naples
but stays with us

whenever family business
requires it.

So usually it's just
you and your dad here?

He sends his regards,
by the way.

He's wrapping up
some work in Orlando.

But we are both worried
about Holden.

He didn't come home
last night,

and he isn't responding
to calls or texts.

You're moving
pretty quickly,

bringing someone
like me on.

Can I ask why?

The more he knows,
the more he can help.

Holden has struggled
with drug addiction for years.

My father and I think
he may have relapsed.

Relapsed?

So he had gotten clean
at some point.

A little over
18 months ago.

He went to a facility
in Switzerland

for the first six months,
then came back to Florida.

Since then,
he has been working

as a rehab counselor in
one of our Naples clinics.

It's not like him
to be out of touch,

at least not now
that he's sober. Mm-hmm.

Your job is to find Holden
quickly and quietly.

If he has relapsed,
Mr. Carter

doesn't want
the police involved.

Too much chance of the story
breaking to the media.

I understand,
and I want to help.

The best place for me to start
is with whoever saw him last.

Craig: I dropped Holden off
at the community center

a little before 1600.

Support group
meeting.

So you knew about
his history with addiction?

10 years working
for the Carters.

They don't keep
any secrets from me.

I drive Holden
whenever he's in town.

I waited out front
like I usually do.

90 mikes later, everybody
comes out except for Holden.

I went inside,
but no sign of him.

How'd he seem to you
yesterday?

Honestly,
I was relieved

he wanted to
get to a meeting.

He seemed distracted,
a little down.

Any read on what
was bothering him?

He's pretty tight-lipped.

That's part of why
I was worried about him.

You served, huh?
"1600." "90 mikes."

You tell time
like a soldier.

Not a soldier.
A Marine.

Oh. Okay.

Uh, is that why Ed Carter
chose you to drive his son?

Wealthy,
high-profile family.

Maybe there are security
threats I should know about.

Sorry. No.

The biggest danger to Holden
has always been Holden.

Got it.

Community center
where you dropped him off.

Can I get the address?

Rex: Yeah, yeah,
he looks familiar.

He would have came in
around 4:00 p.m. yesterday,

headed for the rec room,
but we think he went out a different way,

maybe the back
or the side entrance.

When I was out there,
I saw you had cameras -

Hold on. 4:00 p.m.?
In the rec room?

Yeah, he was here
for an NA meeting.

Just forget
I said I saw him.

And if you're about to ask to
look at the security footage,

don't even bother.

Anyone
our cameras caught

coming in for that meeting
is entitled to their privacy.

Okay? End of story.
I get that.

My sister is
five years sober, okay?

Anonymity
is crucial to the work.

I'm here because his sister
thinks he might be in trouble.

Like, real trouble.

Look, I get that you don't
want me looking at the footage,

but you said you
were here yesterday.

Yeah? So?
So you already saw everyone

that came in here
for the meeting.

[ Mouse clicks ]

Your guy
didn't use the side exit.

Check the rear door.

??

Looks like
he came out the back

right before the meeting
would have started.

He's making a call.
Now he's talking to someone.

Who? Who's he talking to?
Someone walked up.

I can't see who.
They're off-camera, but...

But your guy,
he looks a little...

What in the world?!

Can I turn around now,
please?

Yeah, I think
that would be good.

What the hell
is that?

??

In case you're wondering,
not one of the 12 steps.

??

Do you think
it's a sex thing?

Well, this being Florida,
the answer to that question

should almost
always be "maybe."

But, no, I'm more worried
it could be an abduction thing. Abduction?

You see how the big guy keeps
his arm pointed at Holden?

It occurred to me
that wearing that costume

might be a good way
to conceal a gun.

Yeah, well,
you need to be sure.

I'm not
about to tell Naomi

"maybe" her brother
was kidnapped by a Furry.

It's a Slimy, actually.

I did a little
image searching

and realized
it's the costume

for Sammy
the Sea Cucumber,

mascot for
Rio Vista Prep.

Huh.
"Huh" what?

That's where Holden
went to high school.

Maybe the guy
in the costume

was just an old buddy
pulling a prank?

According to the school's
athletic schedule,

Sammy's due to make
an appearance today.

I'll let you know
what he has to say.

[ Crowd cheering ]

[ Sneakers squeaking ]

[ Whistle blows ]

Man: Let's give it up for
the Fighting Sea Cucumbers

cheer squad!

? All the shorties in the club ?

Sammy, my name's
RJ Decker.

I'm a...private
investigator.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions, if I could.

Sammy?

I -

Bit of
a time-sensitive issue.

Maybe you could take a break.

Sammy, I have reason
to believe a man was abducted

at gunpoint last night!

You are
my top suspect!

? Yeah, yeah, get it now,
yeah, yeah ?

Sorry about before.

I fully commit to Sammy
when I'm in costume.

You do bring him to life.

[ Chuckles ]

That isn't me.

Sammy worked
a swim meet yesterday,

which means I worked
a swim meet yesterday.

There's no chance

someone could have
borrowed your costume?

Are you kidding?

That costume
is totally different.

[ Scoffs ]

No hat. Look at the
Sammy in the video.

Hmm.

What is that,
like a sailor's cap?

Mm-hmm!

That's Sammy circa 2012.

That costume
was retired.

Subsequent Sammys
were hatless.

Thank goodness.

I don't know how
I'd play him with a hat.

Any idea where someone
could have gotten

their hands
on the 2012 costume?

Honestly, I assumed
it was destroyed

after the flagpole
incident.

Flagpole incident?

Some rich kid hoisted Sammy
up on the flagpole

with the performer inside
and left him there overnight.

[ Sighs] The costume was soiled
beyond salvage.

Hmm.

What?
The guy I'm trying to find.

He went to school here
around that time.

He was definitely
a rich kid.

You think
that was Sammy 2012

exacting
some crazy revenge?

You wouldn't happen to know
that Sammy's real name,

would you?
Ricky Strom.

He wore the Green
from 2008 to 2012.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

??

-Hi!
-What?!

We brought you
an afternoon treat!

You guys! Mwah.
What a nice surprise.

The people I arrest,
they never bring me boba.

-Mom, guess what.
-Mm?

I'm going to the spa with
Harper and Violet after all.

Mija,
we went over this.

You have dog rescue
Saturday.

Not anymore.
Catherine fixed it.

Fixed it?
I called the rescue

and asked if we could shift
Sofia's commitment

to next weekend,
so she'll volunteer

two days
instead of just one.

Self-care this weekend,
dog care next.

That's great. And did
Harper or Violet mention

how much all those spa
treatments are going to cost?

Oh. Catherine
took care of that, too.

We talked it all through.

She gets it's
a one-time thing. Mm-hmm.

I mean, spa Saturdays will
not become the new norm.

-Mnh-mnh.
-Yeah, Mom. Relax.

-Mm.
-Enjoy your boba.

About that.

Uh...will this
cover all three?

Mel.
No, no, no, no. It's only fair.

You get the spa day,
I get the boba.

[ Drawer slides ]

This was great.
Mwah.

But Mommy's
got to get back to work.

I'll see you at home.

See ya!

??

[ Dog barking ]

Wish:
Okay, so to be clear,

this is the house of
the gentleman you believe

dressed up
as a sea cucumber

to kidnap his high-school
bully at gunpoint.

-Yeah.
-Wow.

Florida just keeps
giving and giving.

You see the van
in the driveway?

It's the same one
I saw Holden Carter

get into
at the community center.

You still want me
to just hang back?

Yes. Hang back.

You're only here to call the
cops if anything goes sideways.

I gotta say,
a violent turn

would almost be worth
the headline.

-Hm.
-"Private Eye

and Sexy
Lotto Winner

Gunned Down by
Marine Invertebrate"?

That's straight gold, son.

[ Exhales heavily ]

??

[ Dog barking ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Grunting ]

??

??

[ Grunting ]

-You Ricky Strom?
-Yeah.

Does you kicking
the door in count as things going sideways?

'Cause I am a single
digit from 9-1- Whoa.

I need you to tell me
where Holden is.

-I think someone took him.
-Yeah. You did.

From the community
center yesterday.

No, no, no, I - Well, yeah,
I brought him here,

but then someone else
broke in and did this to me.

Okay? They must have
kidnapped him.

Wow. "Florida Man Abducted
from His Own Abduction."

It's - It's another
good headline.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

I looked everywhere.
No sign of Holden.

I told you, whoever broke in
here and attacked me

must have taken him.

Guys, come on.
You think I'm gonna hit myself in the head?

Tie myself up?

Stranger things
have happened, Ricky.

A 6-foot cucumber
committing

an armed abduction,
for example.

Okay, first,
I wasn't armed.

I just pretended
to have a gun.

Second, in a certain light,
it wasn't an abduction.

It was more of a...prank.

Like flying a guy in a mascot
costume up a flagpole?

You know what
Holden did to me?

I was stuck up there
all night.

I'd had a lot of water.
Like, a lot of water.

The next morning,
half the school saw me -

humiliated, exhausted...

...wet.

It ended my mascot career
because every time

I tried to put on the costume
after that,

I'd have a panic attack.

I'd been offered a full ride

to the University
of Central Florida.

I was gonna
take over as Knightro.

You were gonna wear
the golden helmet?

Coming out of UCF,
I could have had my pick.

Mickey, Gritty,
Benny the Bull.

A few days ago, I saw
on Holden's social media

that he was in town.

He kept posting
about his sobriety,

how great he was doing.

Yesterday, I just -
I don't know - snapped.

I dug out my Sammy costume,

I waited outside
the Carter house,

and I tailed him
to the community center.

How'd you know
he was gonna come

right back out
as soon as he went in?

I didn't. I was just looking
for a place to hide

when I saw him talking
on the phone to someone.

He seemed,
I don't know, nervous.

They were trying
to figure out a place to meet.

I only brought him here
to make him understand

that what he did to me
that night mattered.

But then the craziest
thing happened.

Some mystery man showed up
and ruined all your fun?

No. I'm talking
about before that.

Holden...

he just...listened,

let me say everything
that I needed to say.

Then he apologized.

And I could tell it wasn't
about me letting him go.

It was about real regret.

He told me about how devoted
he was to his sobriety,

how important making amends is,

and he asked
if I would forgive him.

And I did.

He asked if he could
use my phone.

I went into the kitchen
to get it, and then, bam -

I'm hit from behind.
Everything goes black.

And I know
that it wasn't Holden

because I was looking
right at him when it happened.

Maybe it was
some friend of Holden's.

Tracked him here.
Rescued him.

If it was a rescue,
he would've turned up by now.

You said when
you walked up to him

that he was on the phone,
that he seemed nervous.

Oh, you think maybe
he was talking

to the person
who hit me.

Would it help
if you had Holden's phone?

Because I-I know where it is.

Or sort of.
I could help you find it.

??

I was worried that
someone might use his phone to locate him,

so I told him to toss it
out the van window.

That's a bag
of chips, man.

You're right.

Are you sure this is
the right stretch of road?

I think so.

I was still in costume,

and Sammy's range
of vision is subpar.

Sure.

Oh! Found it!

-You got it?
-Yep.

Okay.
Looks like a lot of missed calls.

10 calls
from Naomi Carter

and 47 calls from a guy
named "Rico Delaware."

Does that name
mean anything to you?

No, I've never heard of him.
But...47 calls?

If he was that desperate
to reach Holden...

Yeah, maybe he was
desperate enough

to come and find him
last night.

[ Plates clinking ]

I'm sorry.
I know I screwed up.

I shouldn't have made
the spa day happen for Sofia.

But she was so excited.
[ Laughs ]

And it was easy for you.

$300, $400 for a couple hours
of self-care,

it's no problem, right?

Please don't be
this way.

What way? Poor?

You are not poor.

No, but I was,
growing up.

My apartment -
two bedrooms, one bathroom.

Six kids. I remember.
Yeah, can you guess

how many spa days
me and my sisters enjoyed?

You always do this.

You hold the fact that I have
a little money against me.

A little?
My grandparents left me what they left me.

I'm sorry.

Besides, you and I
are married.

What's mine is yours.
Yours is mine.

Like this house?

Like this house.
Our house. What?

You put
all the money down.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

With your permission.

Because you agreed
that this was

the best school district
for Sofia by a mile.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Sorry. I...

I love this house.
Sofia, she loves this house.

It can just -
It can feel like

something I won

and not something
I earned.

The spa day?
I'll sign off on it.

Okay?
As long as we split it.

Yeah, sure.
Whatever you want.

Okay.

??

[ Cellphone ringing buzzing ]

Hey, you get my message about
the mascot and Holden's phone?

Emi: I did.

Guy that called
47 times.

Rico Delaware.

Turns out
he's a street artist

who spent some time at one
of the Carter Rehab clinics.

Apparently, he didn't
have a good experience,

because he went to war
with them last year.

He put up a bunch
of anti-Carter graffiti all over town.

RJ... I mean, 47 calls to
a member of a family you hate.

That's got to be
harassment.

Maybe even a prelude
to a kidnapping.

We find Rico Delaware,
maybe we find Holden.

RJ, Holden
has been found.

Oh. Okay.

Where? Where was he?

Some little no-tell
motel downtown.

Housekeeper came in
to clean the room,

found him with
a needle in his arm.

He overdosed.

I just identified his body
for the Carters.

??

[ Sighs ]

??

Naomi: He's been
like that for hours.

When Holden was little,
he was the apple of Dad's eye,

and nothing was too good
for Holden.

So you can imagine
how much it hurt Dad

when drugs came
into the picture.

Especially given
the family business.

[ Chuckles ]
I'd call it ironic

if all the papers didn't
already do it years ago.

On the subject
of the media,

my office has been in steady
contact with the FLPD

regarding messaging.

We don't see any reasons
for the specifics

of Holden's passing
to go public.

Thank you. And thank you
for trying to help us.

I've already settled your
account for your services,

plus a bonus for your
continued discretion.

Oh, uh,
I appreciate that,

but my discretion
is part of the package.

I'm only sorry we couldn't
find Holden sooner.

??

Ms. Carter, I'm sorry.
I have to ask.

Did Holden ever mention
anything about harassing phone calls?

I'm sorry?
When I found his phone,

I saw there was a bunch
of calls from Rico Delaware.

I assume
you know that name.

That has to be a mistake.
That man hates my family.

He wouldn't have been
in Holden's phone.

Holden ever mention
any business

he needed to tend to that
wasn't related to the clinics?

Anyone he was planning to
meet the day went missing?

No. No one. Do you
understand any of this?

Naomi, sorry. Can you
excuse us for a moment?

What do you think
you're doing?

I think
I'm asking questions

about a death I find
a little suspicious.

What's so suspicious
about a drug addict

dying of an overdose?

Ricky Strom
described a guy

utterly devoted
to his sobriety,

then a few hours later,
he's dead of an O.D.?

I'm sorry. Are you
talking about the lunatic

who dressed up like
a vegetable to kidnap him?

There were
two kidnappings -

one from the community center,
one from Ricky Strom's house.

Are you on drugs
right now? Listen to me.

Something was going on
with Holden that day,

something completely incidental
to whatever Ricky did.

He clearly had no intention
of going to that support-group meeting.

He went in one door,
out the other,

was on the phone
with somebody outside

trying to figure out
a place to meet.

His dealer, RJ.
He was calling his dealer.

This is a tragedy, okay,
not a mystery.

Can you think of a better way
to murder someone

with a history of drug abuse
than a staged overdose?

Tell me.
I want you to tell me.

No. No. No.
No more.

These people
are as mortified

by Holden's death
as they are devastated.

They want to preserve
his memory.

They want to move on.
You need to let them do both.

Holden's phone.
You said you found it.

Give it to me.
I'll give it to the family.

I don't have it with me.

I will drop it
by your office later.

??

??

[ Whirring ]

??

Now, retail, brand-new,
this beauty will run you $700.

I pulled it
out of a dumpster,

sterilized every part,
rebuilt the motor.

Now I'm letting it go to you
for 100 bucks.

Now, that's not for everybody.
That's because we're old pals.

Huh. Oh, hey.
Speaking of old pals!

-Mauricio. How you doing, man?
-Hey! Are you kidding me, man?!

Come on. Cell Block D
forever, my man!

Saw your van out front.
Mauricio's Appliance Repair. Yeah.

Way to turn your prison hustle
into a real business.

Hey, I can say
the same thing for you.

Well, I wasn't a -
wasn't a P.I. inside.

You sure as hell couldn't
mind your own business.

Reason I called.

I was hoping you could
unlock this for me.

Yeah.
It's yours, right?

Well, if it were mine,
I would know the password. Untrue.

People forget their
passwords all the time,

and unlocking
someone's phone

without his or her explicit
permission is illegal.

It's yours. Right?

Oh, yeah. It's mine.
100% mine. All mine.

Great. Give me a day.

Beautiful. Thank you.

Now, look, Wish, I could
let the blender go for $90,

but after that,
I'm giving it away.

[ Indistinct talking ]

Oh, move fast and tight
to the wall for outlines.

-Rico Delaware?
-Rico: Yeah.

Or should I call you
Professor Delaware?

I know the university made
you an artist-in-residence.

Selfies gotta wait
till after class.

Okay? I don't like
to break flow.

I respect flow, but
I'm a private investigator.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

about your relationship
with Holden Carter.

What's a P.I. care
about me and him?

A lot, actually.

Mostly because he was
found dead last night.

People like me...
people like Holden...

The number of times we
stick a needle in our arm

and never wake up.

Now, you think
I'd be used to it by now,

but, no, it messes me up
every time.

Reason I wanted
to talk to you, Rico,

I'm not sure Holden put that
needle in his arm himself.

You think
someone killed him?

You think I killed him?

It's no secret
you had a grudge

against the Carter family.

My grudge is
with Ed Carter,

the way
he runs his business.

Me and Holden,
we were cool.

A while back,
Holden reached out to me.

He wanted to meet to...

talk about my experience
with Carter Rehab.

I obliged,

told him about recruiters
pulling 5K a head

for addicts
with primo insurance,

about how the facilities
are straight-up turnstiles,

how no one gives a crap
if you get sober,

just so long as the
insurance keeps paying!

This one guy I knew?

He went through
four rounds of that.

The fourth time, he O.D.'d
right there in the clinic.

You ever try
talking to the cops?

Oh, yeah, you tell me
when police start

listening to junkies,
former or otherwise.

And Holden?

How did he take
everything you told him?

He was upset, you know,
but he said

that he'd take it all
to his old man.

How'd that
conversation go?

I don't know.
Alright?

I figured I said my piece.
I gave him some space.

Yeah, well, I happen
to know you called him

47 times the other night.

I mean, how's that
giving him space?

Me and Holden,
we stayed in contact.

He wanted me to stay clean.
I wanted him to stay clean.

The other night, all I could
think about was getting high.

So you called Holden?
Yeah.

When I couldn't reach him,
I freaked.

I kept calling.

But then I said to myself,
you know what he would say?

"Get your ass to a meeting."
And so I did.

My sister drove me,
there and back.

This is her number
if you want to call her.

It's okay. It's okay.

Look, as far as
I've been able to tell,

Holden seemed like
he was in a good place.

But I don't know.
What do you think?

Every addict is just one
bad day away from a slip.

But if you're right,

if someone did this to him,

then you need to catch him.

Because trust me...

that is the last way
he would have wanted to go.

??

[ Engine shuts off ]

-Man: RJ Decker!
-Yeah?

Agent Jacob Koop, IRS.

Criminal
Investigation Division.

Wow. I knew I shouldn't
have rounded up my mileage

on that last tax return.

Actually, I want to talk
to you about the work

you've been doing
for the, uh, Carter family.

Well, if you know
the kind of work I do,

you know I can't talk
about my clients.

Hm.
I can't even confirm

the people you're talking
about are my clients.

Well, I'll just cut
to the chase, then, see.

I'm here because
I don't think

Holden Carter's overdose
was an accident.

I think someone
forced him to shoot up,

probably at gunpoint.

[ Exhales heavily ]
Well, I don't think

I'll be violating
confidentiality to tell you

I've been thinking
the same thing.

Oh. Good.
You want to come inside?

You want to compare notes?

You know, I'd love to talk,
but not here.

Someplace public.

Alright.
You know F.M. Station?

I'll find it.

Why do we have to
go somewhere public

to talk about
Holden Carter?

Because I think you're
the one that killed him.

Agent Koop: Crazy day.
You accuse a guy of murder,

he ends up introducing you
to the best burger

you've had in years.

Not that it's alleviating
any suspicion.

I get it.

Ex-con takes money
from a shady family.

24 hours later, that family's
black sheep winds up dead.

I'd take a look
at me, too.

Coroner's report says
Holden died between

7:00 and 9:00 p.m.
two nights ago.

Can you account
for your whereabouts?

Oh, I can,

but first I'd like to confirm
a few of my suspicions.

Naomi Carter paid me
electronically this morning.

By the afternoon,
I'm getting a visit from you,

which tells me
the IRS is monitoring

the family's accounts.

And since you work in
Criminal Investigations,

it ain't your
standard audit.

You've been looking
into something bigger,

something that now
includes Holden's death.

Well, I can neither
confirm nor deny...

is something
we're required to say

when someone's
got us dead to rights.

Holden was looking into
some pretty dark corners

of the family business.

I think he was gonna
have a talk with his dad.

I think he did,
but it went poorly,

so poorly, in fact,
his next step

was reaching out
to the IRS.

Which makes me wonder if it was
you he was planning on meeting

when he snuck out of
a support-group meeting the other day.

Well, I can neither
confirm nor deny.

Okay, well, then don't
confirm or deny this, either.

Holden was gonna
whistleblow.

He was gonna take down Carter
Rehab because, unlike his dad,

he actually cares about
addicts getting better.

Those whereabouts you
were gonna account for?

Phone,
computer records

prove I was home
all night. What?

It's gonna take me days
to subpoena those records.

Okay. Well, that's good.
It'll give us both more time

to prove his dad was behind
what happened to him.

The premise
that you killed Holden

but might be willing
to roll on his dad

was all I had left.

And if that premise is wrong,
then I have nothing.

And if I have nothing,
trust me...

you've got
less than nothing.

Ed Carter's gonna
get away with everything.

Someone had
a crappy day.

[ Sighs ]
Yeah. Someone did.

Wanna join me
for a beer?

Yes, I do.

??

[ Clears throat ]

[ Bottle opens ]

[ Sighs ] Thank you.

Let me guess.

Wish still unhappy about
the way you're dressing?

Hm?

He's the one who brought
you the new client, right?

Mm-hmm.

Judging by that second beer
you had lined up,

I'm guessing you had
a crappy day, too?

Mel and I had
the money fight again.

Oof.

Yeah. Oof.

I pay for stuff
when I can pay for stuff,

and she acts like I'm some
eccentric millionaire.

Back when you and I were
together, I paid more rent,

I paid for
more meals out.

You were always
okay with it.

??

Wait. You weren't
okay with it?

[ Sighs ] I mean, it's not
like I wasn't okay with it.

It just took me a little while
to get used to.

I like to pay my own way.
Mel does, too.

What?
Nothing.

I just found out that
I'm repeating an ugly pattern

from my first
failed marriage.

No biggie.

No, you're not
repeating anything.

Unlike me,
Mel said something.

That's not repetition.
That's progress.

But what do I do?

Get in there.
She said something.

You say something back.

[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]

??

What?
My crappy day.

It ain't over yet.

Hey. What happened?

I was loading groceries
in the van,

and some huge guy
comes out of nowhere,

coldcocks me, and snatches the
phone you gave me and ran off.

-He only took the phone?
-Yeah.

Three of us are the only ones
that knew Mauricio had it,

so how would anyone know
to track him down?

Wish, have you ever heard
of Find My Phone?

It enables users
to find...their...phone!

Yeah, but
the owner's dead.

-I'm sorry. He's what?!
-Did you get a look at him?

Not really. I mean,
he was white, jacked.

Kind of like that Aryan Nation
guy who was weirdly good at kickball.

You remember him?

Wait - Oh.
T-That's not good.

What?

You got a dent
in your face.

Ohh.

Looks like a little
lollipop with wings.

That ain't a lollipop.
It's a globe from a signet ring.

You got punched in the face
by a Marine.

-You know who he is?
-Yeah, I do.

I'm starting to think he's the
one that killed Holden Carter.

Craig: Are the cuffs
really necessary?

You're a suspect
in a violent robbery.

Did the officers who pulled you
over fail to make that clear?

They did.

And then I made it clear
that they had the wrong guy.

And yet they found this.

Property reported stolen
by the victim in your car.

It belonged to
the late Holden Carter,

son of your employer,
Ed Carter, yes?

[ Cellphone chimes, buzzes ]
I'm thinking you were able

to track it to the man
you assaulted

because you or Ed

or one of his other flunkies
at Carter Rehab

put spyware on the
phone that let you see Holden's movements,

maybe even read
his e-mails and texts.

This is insane.
[ Cellphone buzzes ]

I found that phone
under a car seat today.

Obviously,
Holden left it there.

I didn't beat anyone up
to get it.

Take a look at these...

and then take a look
at that ring of yours.

[ Scoffs ]

Sorry.

This guy must have pissed off
a different Marine.

How did Ed take it
when he heard

Holden slipped away
the other night?

Did he already know Holden
had a meeting with the IRS?

I'm just a driver.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Hm.

You can tell from
the spyware on the phone

that Holden exited
the community center

as soon as he entered it.

I'm guessing you
got to the parking lot

just as he got into a van with
a man named Ricky Strom.

You followed them
to Mr. Strom's house,

and then
you called Daddy.

He got nervous.

Thought maybe this was
Holden's IRS contact,

so he told you it was time
Holden had to go.

Give up your boss.

Confess to staging
Holden's O.D.

Maybe the state of Florida
won't put a needle in your arm.

Go ahead.

Charge me with this assault
if you think it'll stick.

But if you want
to talk to me again,

I'll come back
with a lawyer.

Mr. Carter will hire the best
that money can buy.

[ Telephone ringing ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Did the best I could.

The only thing
that guy said in there

that was even remotely true
is Ed Carter's loaded,

which is funny -
his daughter hiring a P.I.

who works
out of a pool house

instead of some big
white-glove security firm.

Yeah, I don't know. Must have
liked my website, I guess.

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

??

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Great.

??

What, too loud inside?

For this conversation, yes,
because I need you to hear me.

I tried to do you a favor
when I brought you to Naomi.

Now her father is threatening
to cut off ties with mine.

That would be bad, right?

Losing all that money
Ed Carter's making

not keeping addicts
off drugs.

What are you
talking about?

Carter Rehab doesn't
want people getting better.

It's bad for business.

Holden was about to
blow the whistle.

If we open up the phone,
there's gonna be spyware on it

that will prove his dad knew
he was talking to the IRS.

Hold on.
If we open his phone?

You mean you don't know
there's spyware?

The phone's locked.

Can you think
of another reason

why Ed sent his hatchet man
to get it back yesterday?

Tell me.

Wow.
I can't believe this.

I can't believe
you accused Ed Carter

of having his own son killed
without any proof.

If there's no proof,
there's no crime, right?

Isn't that the Ochoa
family motto?

Look.
Holden is dead.

A guy that died trying
to be a better man

to fight for people
who needed help.

He was willing to go up
against his own father!

Not because
it was easy.

'Cause it was
the right thing to do.

Of course, you wouldn't
care about a guy like that.

Next time you want to
do me a favor, don't do it.

I don't need
business like yours.

I have to admit,
I was surprised

to hear from you
this morning.

I was pretty clear
with your father

I thought our families
needed some time apart.

You were.

But he and I both felt
we'd be remiss

if we didn't at least try
to apologize

for Mr. Decker's
actions yesterday.

Next time, we'll do a better job
vetting our referrals.

You're assuming
there'll be a next time.

I am well aware we need
to earn back your trust.

That's why
I brought you this.

Holden's phone.

My office was able to
get it back from the police.

It wasn't too difficult,
considering there was no crime

they could actually
connect it to.

But given the scrutiny
Mr. Decker was inviting,

I thought you would
value having it back.

If there's nothing else...

Actually, there is
one more thing.

It was locked
when we got it.

My father and I
didn't want to assume

you would know
the password,

so we did you the favor
of bringing it

to one of our
communications experts.

The intention was to give you
access to Holden's photo album,

all those
precious memories.

But then our expert
found something else.

Someone was tracking
Holden's movements

and reading his e-mails
and text messages.

Whoever it was,
they knew he was looking

to go public with some
very serious concerns

about treatment practices
at Carter Rehab.

If you're suggesting
I had anything to do

with what happened
to Holden...

I'm not suggesting
anything.

Just hoping my family

ends up back in your family's
good graces.

Because a man who
would have his own son killed

can never have
too many friends, can he?

??

Tell your father,
when the time comes,

he'll have my support.

??

It's important to me
that he knows,

that you both know,
Holden wasn't supposed to die.

The plan was only
to discredit him,

to make it so the feds

couldn't take him
seriously as a witness.

So all you really
wanted to do

was throw away all the hard
work he did to get sober.

It was a mistake.
A terrible mistake.

Naomi.

Can I assume
she played no part in this?

Of course not.
She loved her brother.

I loved Holden, too.

I loved him as much
as your father loves you.

I'm sure that's true.

??

??

How'd it go?

Ed: It's important to me
that he knows,

that you both know,
Holden wasn't supposed to die.

The plan was only
to discredit him,

to make it so the feds

couldn't take him
seriously as a witness.

Who gets this first?

My new friend
at the IRS.

I'll go see him
after I drive you home.

Actually,
I'll come with you.

And then I need a drink.

??

??

Uh, I didn't do all this.

You're early.
Uh, Mel, this is Francis.

She writes the Herald's
financial-advice column.

Oh. Okay. Hi.
Nice to meet you.

I-I, uh, was just leaving.

??

You have a lovely home.

Thanks again, Francis!

Is it terrible
I'm relieved

you weren't about to
pitch a threesome?

A little.
But whatever.

Come sit.

The real reason
I had Francis come over

was to...

Mm-hmm?

...help me...

prepare a trip for you
into the future.

Or at least
our financial future.

??

This line represents,
based on all sorts of variables

that were frankly
a little over my head,

my future income.

And this one
predicts yours.

And what I'm looking at

should make me as happy
as you are because...?

Because, between your gradual,
if inexorable ascension

through the ranks
of the FLPD

and the long, sad death march
that is print media,

Francis has you passing me
in annual take-home pay

no later than 2032.

By 2042...

Actually, you know what?
Don't even look at 2042.

The point is...

it's gonna be
a long marriage,

and our love
will be a constant.

But our money...

That's gonna be
variable as hell.

So will you,
every once in a while,

let me be
a little generous...

if I promise to be
a financial drain on you

in the years to come?

I'll do my best.

And I look forward to
carrying your broke ass.

[ Chuckles ]

2042. That's dark.

? One more step to take ?

? I've got one more... ?

-Gross.
-Mnh!

Hola to you, Mija.

I'm hungry.

Is there
a dinner plan?

Uh...

Takeout?
Someplace cheap?

Someplace cheap.

? Help me set it down ?

Emi: Of course.
I understand.

Well, I'm here for you,
no matter what.

Okay. Bye.

-That was Naomi?
-Yeah.

How's she holding up?

Hm. About as well
as you'd expect.

But she is grateful
for what you did.

And she's planning
to work with the IRS

as they investigate
everything

and then start
instituting the changes

Holden wanted
at the clinics.

Good.

To Holden?

To Holden.

? I've got one more... ?

Listen, some of the things
I said yesterday,

I-I didn't like saying them,
but I'm glad they got through.

Hold up. You -
[ Chuckles ]

You think I did what I did
because of you?

Did somebody else accuse
you of choosing your dad's

political career over doing
the right thing yesterday?

Oh, I totally chose
my dad's political career.

Ed Carter was a liability.
He had to go.

All that's left
is for my father,

outraged at his one-time
contributor's crimes,

to introduce legislation
that will close every loophole

Carter Rehab was
taking advantage of.

Still think it was me.

[ Scoffs ]
It was not you.

Okay. If you say so.

? One more day to wait ?

? One more step to take ?

? I've got one more change
to make ?

[ Cellphone ringing ]

? One more chain to break ?

Hello?

Mel: Is it too late to add
fries to the order?

Uh, they're closed.
Private event.

I'm gonna try the new
taco place instead.

Just text me when
you know what you want.

? I've got one more, one more ?

??

??

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