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Previously on "RJ Decker"... You wanted to see me?

You can stay here one week, and then you go.

I need some pretend P.I. looking over my shoulder,

let alone one flopping in my pool house.

Need I remind you you're on conditional release?

You get caught breaking into a car,

they'll violate you back to prison.

I was just in the neighborhood.

You want something?

Where would the FLPD be

without the help of low-rent P.I.s?

Well, technically, I'm a no-rent P.I.

None of the neighbors saw anything?

2:00 a.m. You're lucky the car alarm woke you before it melted.

Molly wanted to get

one of those doorbell cameras last Christmas.

Might have been a good idea.

You sure you don't know what this is all about?

Sorry. We have no idea.

♪ Whoo-hoo! ♪

What do you mean hour house rolled into a sinkhole?

Uh... well, Officer Penmar, I mean exactly that.

I was actually home at the time.

If you've ever wondered what the spin cycle feels like,

it's hurts. Well, under "Reason for parolee's change of address,"

we'll just write "Act of God." Yes.

Oh. My, uh, new address... for now.

This is your ex-wife's place, right? Mm-hmm. Her and her wife's.

"Detective Mel Abreu, FLPD."

A cop? Yep.

And "Sofia, age 11," is? Mel's daughter.

Y'all need to go on "Family Feud."

Okay.

So, they excited to meet me tomorrow night?

I mean, who wouldn't be excited

to meet their houseguest's parole officer?

Well, here in Florida, it is conditional-release officer.

Right. And you're the one who decided to change their address.

That's true. A home visit is just procedure.

Hey, you! Off of the dolphin!

This is a golf course, not a jungle gym!

So this place-- it's, uh--

It's all yours now, huh? Uh, yeah.

Divorce is final as of a week ago.

He got the boat, and I got this headache.

So, how's your side hustle going?

Well, Decker Investigations is not a hustle,

side or otherwise.

I even... got a website.

Take a look.

"Covert surveillance, asset recovery,

and wrongful-death investigations"?

This is where I remind you

that you are required to avoid contact with criminals.

If you don't keep your nose clean,

you're going right back to Apalachee.

Cleanest in Fort Laud. I promise.

Are you sure it wouldn't be easier

if I just gave you a job here?

You could be. I don't know, my snow-cone guy.

That is tempting.

Actually, I'm supposed to meet some clients in 30 minutes,

so if we're done here?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Uh, RJ? Yeah.

Behave yourself.

♪ Well, thanks to you ♪

♪ I feel... ♪

♪ Like a man without... ♪

Uh, okay.

Bryce, Molly, forgive me,

but you can't hide from who?

From Goose.

We're pretty sure it was Goose--

this guy I dated a few times years ago.

His real name's Jared Tapp.

Everyone just called him Goose

'cause he loved "Top Gun" so much.

He was also a big fan of meth. Ah.

But it was a long time ago. It's not your fault.

Yeah, Goose has been in and out of prison,

in and out of rehab.

Every couple of years, he shows up wanting something.

Hmm.

The other night, after the cops left,

I went back in the house, found this.

"Or next time I light up your house."

And the reason you didn't want to take this to the police is?

Goose has a cousin who's a cop.

He's made things...

go away for Goose before.

We were afraid if we told them...

Yeah. No, I get it, I get it, I get it.

Um, and I think I-I know what to do.

Can you get the $10K together before noon?

Yeah...

But the whole reason we came to you was so we wouldn't.

No. I'm not recommending you pay him--

Well, I am, but only temporarily.

I'm gonna put the money under the bench,

and then I'll watch from a distance until he comes for it.

I'll take pictures we can take to the police.

It won't matter who Goose's cousin is

if we have photographic evidence.

That sound like a plan?

You know, this is like finding out about Santa Claus.

It's devastating, honestly.

What are you talking about?

Learning your job is this boring

hurts my soul.

Well, I didn't invite you, remember?

You asked to come. Yeah, 'cause I assumed

that a stakeout would be awesome.

Not a damn-- I don't know, sleep aid.

How'd it go with the CRO today?

Still not such a fan of the whole, uh, P.I. thing.

She offered me a job making snow cones.

Benefits?

You tell me it's not more exciting

than what we're doing right now.

Come on.

Oh, you got eyes on the target?

Yeah. It could be Goose.

He's headed straight for the money.

The guy in the dorky hat? Yep.

What is that, a bandage on his hand?

It could be from that flamethrower you mentioned.

Hey, wait. Where are you going?

I don't have his face. I need a better look.

Hey! Stay here. Watch the car.

Damn it!

Oh!

No!

Man, what the hell is wrong with you?!

It's okay, Officer. I'm okay.

Alright. Roll over. Show me your wrist.

Are you serious?

Come on. Let's go.

Nice.

Thanks.

Say never.

Uh...

Never. Again.

Never. No stupid.

Say, "Never again."

Right. Uh, never again.

Uh-huh.

Uh, you know, this is, like...

...a terrible place to stab someone, right?

You want the good news first or the bad?

Oh!

I take it the-- ow!-- good news

is that the hot-dog vendor is not gonna press charges?

The bad is you're about to buy him a new cart

and all the hot dogs you spilled.

Done. And thank you.

Mm-hmm.

If you're looking for missed calls from your CRO,

there shouldn't be any.

This went into the system as an incident report

and not an arrest.

She wasn't notified. Thank you.

But...

it would make an interesting story

to tell at dinner tomorrow night, don't you think?

It would. But if you don't,

there might be 100 hot dogs in it for you.

Get out. Okay.

What about this one here?

A little less blurry.

I don't know. If it is Goose,

he's a little thicker these days.

Yeah. Then, again, his weight

was always kind of yo-yoing up and down.

You know, when money's tight, less meth, more carbs.

Is that something on his hand, or is that like a smudge? Nah. It's a Band-Aid.

It's really the only identifiable feature I got.

I'm sorry. But if you want, we can still take it to the police.

We can share your suspicions. No, no.

That's okay.

If-- If I know Goose, this is over now.

I don't want to put Bryce through any more craziness.

Yesterday, you made it sound like you and Goose--

you weren't all that serious.

Yeah. I try to give people that impression,

especially in front of my husband.

You two had a real history, huh? We were a thing for over a year.

This was before he put the "career" in "career criminal."

But Bryce doesn't know it was serious,

so if he could not mention...

The thing is, is I feel responsible

for the money you lost.

If you'll let me, I'd like to try to get it back.

How?

You know where he lives?

Any old friends still in touch?

I mean, I may have a few old numbers somewhere--

a couple buddies of his, an aunt and uncle.

But I'd be surprised

if he's still on speaking terms with any of them.

Send them to me.

I'll see if I can get a bead on him.

What?

I learned my lesson, you know?

I really didn't need another reminder

that I made a huge mistake a long time ago.

You ever have five minutes of your life

you'd do anything to have back?

I know exactly what that's like.

Yeah. That's right, Ms. Picquand.

It was your nephew's car I hit.

Uh, I was towing this Nissan Z, repo job--

Well, it don't matter.

But there was this dog, eh?

I up and swerved and--

Pbht!

No, ma'am. No, no, no, ma'am. No.

I won't feel right till I get a check in his hand.

$1,400.

Try to limit yourself

to 40 or 50, please, thank you.

You say he's there most afternoons, do you?

Alright. Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am. I'll send him your love.

Absolutely.

That was Remy Tremblay.

Big, old tub from Cell Block D.

Used to take my pudding cup at lunch.

What are you talking about?

That was my client's ex-boyfriend's aunt.

The voice you were doing.

Remy!

"Wish, eh?

I wish you'd give me that pudding."

Chills. Yeah.

So what, the aunt tell you where to find Goose?

Yeah. He's staying with a buddy at the Las Olas Trailer Parks.

This time of day, he's pretty deep into a six-pack or three.

Alright. So what's the plan?

You gonna go over there and ask him nicely for $10K?

Nicely, not so nicely.

I guess it depends how drunk he is.

There he is.

Looks like I'm just in time.

I know you? Yep.

I'm the Ghost of Beer Future.

I'm here from the year 2034.

Huh? No?

You don't recognize me from this morning?

The hot dogs, the running?

You know what? Forget it. The sixer is a peace offering.

You give me the 10 grand, I give you the beer,

no one calls the cops, we both go home happy.

What do you say? 10 grand?

Yeah, Goose. 10 grand. 10 grand.

You give it to me, you give it to the cops.

That's up to you. You know what?

How about instead I just kick your ass?

Whoa! Whoa.

You have a prosthetic foot?

Yeah. Since when?

I don't know. A year ago.

I flipped my ATV when I was out in Punta Gorda.

Are we gonna fight or not?

Not, because I don't think

you beat me in a foot race this morning.

Are you making fun of me? No, I'm not making fun of you.

But you're not getting my beer, either.

Probably gonna need it more than you anyway. Hey!

Alright! In position, in position!

Let's go!

Let's go, let's go! Spread out!

Danny, second. Hayden...

...move your butt. You're playing third.

Slide over.

Good. You got this.

Vince, lighten it up.

Let's get the good vibes going.

Alright, turn two.

This one's coming to you, Hayden.

There it is. That's it, boys.

Let's go.

Mr. Decker, hi.

Hi. Uh...

Is now a good time for an update?

Yeah. We're at Henry's baseball game, but it's fine.

I just sat down.

So, the person who made off with your money this morning...

wasn't Goose.

What? Are you sure?

Wish I weren't.

I don't understand. If it wasn't him...

We should talk.

I-I want to know if there's anyone else that--

Dad! Dad! What's the matter?

Henry?!

Molly, what's going on?

What-- What is it? What's wrong?

Are you okay?

I picked up my glove, and all that fell out!

"You made me run.

Your turn."

Brooks, why don't we show Henry

where he's gonna be sleeping tonight?

Thanks, Vince. You got it, buddy.

You're positive this wasn't Goose?

Even if he had both of his feet,

he was three sheets to the wind when I left him.

There's no way he could have gotten in and out of that dugout

without someone noticing.

None of this is making any sense.

The note we got at the house

said our past was coming back to haunt us.

But if it wasn't Goose...

Well, look. First things first.

Do you feel safe here, at least for tonight?

Yeah. We've known Vince and his wife for years.

And-- And Henry and Brooks are on the same all-star teams.

And I can't think of a reason

that the person who was doing this

would think to look for us here.

Okay.

Well, good news-- whoever he is,

I think he may have screwed up tonight.

You see this?

I'm hoping that's blood.

The guy I chased today--

he had a bandage on his hand.

Maybe when he put the bullets in,

he left a little of himself behind.

Now, obviously, I-I can't run DNA.

But if we did take it to the police--

I told you the other day.

We're not going to the police. Right.

But that was because of Goose's cousin.

And now that we know Goose isn't our guy--

Well, do we? Sweetie, he just told us.

We know that the guy that he was chasing wasn't Goose,

but maybe that was Goose's cousin.

Maybe they're working together. What then?

Well, Goose isn't the only one

with friends in the police department.

If you want, I-I can introduce you to--

No!

We did everything you told us to do this morning-- everything.

And what happened?

The guy who did this spotted you.

And now $10,000 isn't enough. He wants us to leave town, too.

The message didn't say, "Leave town."

It said, "Run." Is there a difference?

It's okay. He's right.

Today did not go as planned.

I'm sorry. I really am.

So I'm hoping you guys will let me stay on

and work for you free of charge,

at least until you two and Henry feel safe.

We would appreciate that. Alright.

Is there anyone else you can think of

that would put you through all this?

I mean, I-I teach kindergarten, and he does people's taxes.

We're the family

that gives out king-size candy bars at Halloween.

I thought everyone liked us.

What about one of your clients?

Anyone ever get really angry when they found out

how much they owed the government?

No one comes to mind. But...

my partner is more the face of the company,

so if someone had a problem, they'd-- they'd go to him.

Are you kidding? It's a dump.

I believe the listing calls it "A fixer-upper's dream."

We can't show this to RJ. It's worse than his old place.

And his old place is upside down in a crater.

You are aware of the man's budget, yes?

He is paying us rent

in babysitting and day-old hot dogs.

This sudden interest in rehousing RJ

wouldn't have anything to do with the dinner we're hosting

for his conditional-release officer tonight, would it?

It wouldn't not have anything to do with it.

No. "Sofia, meet the nice lady

who collects Uncle RJ's pee every few weeks

to make sure he isn't doing drugs."

Sweetie-- He was supposed to be here one week, okay?

And yes, he's a good guy.

He means well. I get it.

He's also...

What?

A crap magnet.

He attracts trouble. Trouble attracts him.

It's only a matter of time

before he tracks some right in here. Ay!

He hasn't always been that way.

Now when we were buddies at The Herald,

not when we were married.

I mean, he-- he took chances. Most photographers do.

But he always knew where the lines were.

He didn't go looking for trouble.

I didn't say he goes looking for trouble.

You said he finds it. Mm-hmm.

And you're right.

The thing is, I worry sometimes it's a little my fault.

No.

When we separated,

the problem wasn't that we didn't love each other.

It's that we were only ever supposed to be pals.

And so afterwards, we stayed pals.

But, then, once you and I got together.

I pulled back a little, and, then, a lot.

I mean...

me and my ex getting beers,

watching the Marlins twice a week--

sort of a lot to explain to my sexy new girlfriend.

But because I pulled back,

I-I wasn't there when things fell apart.

So really, if we think about it,

it's my fault he went to prison.

Okay, beating up that guy who broke into his car--

that isn't anybody's fault but his.

Mm-hmm.

But it took him a while to get to that place,

and I guess I wish I'd been paying better attention.

Babe, I am not asking to adopt him, I promise.

I just want to be more there for him this time.

You still show him the fixer-uppers dream?

Yeah.

Okay.

Wow. You went full mystery wall.

Got to be honest.

I don't know why they do that in the movies.

It's depressing, looking at everything you don't know.

Did you sleep last night?

Just-- I need some more time.

But the dad-- Bryce-- he--

He came apart last night. I was walking him out.

He started talking about moving his family to Santa Clara,

where he went to grad school.

Well, I can think of worse places to start over.

Yeah, I know. But why should they?

Oh, I don't know.

A maniac with a grudge and a flamethrower.

I got to go meet his business partner,

see if he can think of anyone

with a grudge and a flamethrower.

What's up? You need something?

I just want to make sure that you're still on

for dinner with your special friend tonight.

Oh, yeah. Wouldn't miss it--

I mean, not without getting violated back to prison.

Gosh, Mr. Decker, I'm at a loss.

We-- We like the people we work for, and they like us.

It's hard to imagine anyone going after Bryce.

And you're sure you can't think of anyone

who might have gotten ticked

when they owed Uncle Sam more than they were expecting?

Well, sure. But nobody who ever shot the messenger--

or flamethrowered him, you know?

You don't have any idea when he'll be back to work, do you?

I'm sorry. I don't.

Well, save him, okay? I love the guy.

And if I'm being honest,

I'm screwed if he doesn't come back soon.

He's the one who keeps this place humming.

He does, huh? Hmm.

That's funny. I noticed it was just your name

on the door and the sign and the letterhead, the ads, everything.

If I had a nickel for every time I offered to make him partner.

He always just says he doesn't need the credit.

Plus, you know, he'd have to be certified.

Sorry. Are you saying Bryce isn't a CPA?

Really?

Last night he told me he went to grad school in Santa Clara.

Did he?

Yeah. Huh.

Maybe he just never sat for the exam.

Maybe. But if he's as good as you say he is,

then why would he go to grad school

without getting certified?

He really never mentioned Santa Clara to you?

Sorry. No.

Uh, but you know us number crunchers.

Not always great at the interpersonal stuff.

Alright. Use your legs, use your legs.

Oh!

Alright.

Oh!

You about scared the bejesus out of me.

I'm sorry. I-I needed a quiet place to work.

I'm sorry. Hey, man, you're fine.

Something got you in a state.

Last night, Bryce Danner told me

he went to grad school in Santa Clara.

But I searched every school in the area.

There's...

no record of anyone with that name.

Hey, well, there's probably no record of me

attending Iron Tiger Taekwondo, but I did take six classes.

Broke a board and everything.

There were graduating notices for a Bryce Cartman,

a Bryce Wachtel, and a Bryce Hempstead.

So I-I thought there might be some clerical error.

Searched those names, I found this. Come here.

What you got?

Uh, Bryce Wachtel.

Stabbed in San Francisco, 2011.

Nearly died. Yeah.

Police never found the perp.

They suspected it was due to a business dispute

between Bryce Wachtel's business partner...

and a Chinese Triad.

Well, that's very interesting,

but I think you have to help the Bryce you have

before you move on to another, no?

Well, that's the thing.

They're the same guy.

For the last 15 years, Bryce Wachtel

has been living under the name Bryce Danner.

So he let you and his wife think

they were being terrorized by an ex-boyfriend?

But if I'm following, the more likely scenario is--

It's someone who realized he's on the run from the Triad.

Say something.

I can't believe I mentioned Santa Clara last night.

I'm sorry. I was scared.

I am scared. I just-- I--

Start from the beginning. Tell me everything.

Fifteen years ago, I was living in San Francisco.

I was doing tax work with a partner, same as now.

One of our clients was this chain of car washes.

They had an... unusual corporate structure,

but they paid their bills, paid their taxes.

Bryce, they were a Triad business.

You were helping them launder their money.

They were laundering their money.

We had no idea we were in bed with the Triads.

We only ever met the guy who, on paper, owned the car washes.

Then, one day, this Triad gangster shows up at the office.

He's pissed off.

He's-- He's accusing us of stealing almost $1 million.

Did you? No.

But when we looked at it,

the-- the business had a hole in its books.

That money was disappearing into a shell company--

Shadowblade Enterprises.

Josh and I had never even heard of it.

And believe me, a name that stupid,

we would've remembered.

I take it the guy that stabbed you,

he didn't believe you, right?

I'm 99.9% sure the guy who stabbed me

was embezzling the money himself.

I might've been able to prove it

if he hadn't gotten himself killed in some gang war

before I got out of the hospital.

I was there for a while. Liver transplant.

Okay.

And after I got out, Josh and I went on the run.

We-- We moved out here,

helped each other create new identities.

Sorry.

Josh lives in the area, too? Yeah.

And obviously he knows your real name is Bryce Wachtel.

Trust me. He is not the one doing this to us.

Would Molly agree?

Molly doesn't, um, know about any of this.

She's never heard of Josh or Bryce Wachtel.

When she and I first met,

I had only been here for a couple of months.

I was worried if I told her the truth, I would lose her.

Bryce, I understand now wanting to scare her back then.

But now?

Letting her think that the guy that lit your car on fire

was her ex?

I did think it was him... at first.

But then, last night, whoever it is

didn't just put bullets in Henry's glove.

There was... a thumb drive, too.

It had all of my medical records from San Francisco--

my surgery, my real name-- it was all there.

All right. Who has access to these records?

Out here? Uh, my GP.

I told him a long time ago

that the name change was for business reasons.

Didn't bump him.

I have a copy at my office, and, uh...

...and Josh has one.

He was my emergency contact.

It was in case anything went wrong with the transplant.

But I repeat-- He would never do this to us.

Josh is in as much danger from the Triad as I am.

All right. Two things.

You give me the thumb drive.

You tell Molly the truth.

She deserves to know. She has nothing to do with this.

All right.

No. Brooks, come on.

You got to step towards your target, okay?

Is it okay to go back in there now?

Uh, yeah. I'd give them another minute.

So this is everything that you have on the thumb drive?

Yeah. It's 22 pages of Bryce's medical records.

There you go.

And this is helpful how?

Page 16.

What am I missing? Coffee ring.

Maybe it was there whenever whoever left the thumb drive

scanned the original.

So you go to Bryce's doctor and his pal Josh

and see which one has a copy with a coffee ring

on the same page. I'm hoping. Yeah.

Small detail--

Last time I checked, PI's don't have subpoena power.

So how are you gonna get them to show you their copies?

Wish is gonna help me with the doctor tomorrow.

But Josh, now living under the name

Sonny Tedesco, is gonna be a bit trickier.

Bryce didn't have a current address, so I got to dig one up.

Hm.

Mom, check it out.

Uncle RJ's teaching me how to make cheesecake.

Wow. He didn't even use a cookbook.

It sort of reminds me of this famous prison recipe I know.

Doesn't have to be baked or refrigerated,

so inmates can make it

using ingredients they find in the canteen.

Cheesecake is cheesecake. Am I right?

Ooh! Your date! I'll get it!

Sofia, it's-- it's not my date.

Not even close to my date.

Amazing.

And that's when my father decided

that RJ got him in the divorce.

Which reminds me-- He texted us the other day.

Asked how the house hunt was going.

Oh.

Uh, well... poorly, if I'm being honest.

But that's mostly because my not-a-side-hustle

has been keeping me busy.

But I repeat-- This is all just temporary.

You will be visiting me somewhere new very soon.

Not that we're in any rush.

Thank you.

So, I mean, as long as he's around,

I think you ought to make him cook more often.

Hm. Yeah.

You know what?

I really do hate to dine and dash,

but I've got to get back to the course.

Should I walk you out?

Actually, Mel, could you?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, you know, it's just a...

a paperwork thing.

It's not a paperwork thing.

Yeah. No. I...

I'm a detective. I, uh, I detected that.

I don't want to create problems, but I couldn't help picking up

that you don't exactly love him living here.

I didn't say that. No, you did not.

But if that's how you feel,

I just want you to know that you can call me.

And you would?

I would tell RJ

that I think he needs a different situation.

I want the best for everyone that I supervise.

I'm rooting for all of them.

But successful reintegration into society is complicated,

and it shouldn't cost others their own happy home.

You decide you want him gone, give me a call.

I'll be the bad guy, and no one else would need to know.

Call it a... professional courtesy.

Thank you. Thank you. All right. Good night.

Good night.

How'd it go?

Well, you win some, you lose some.

Your client's doctor was unwilling to prescribe

human growth hormone to satisfy my curiosity

on what might grow when you take it.

Okay. On the other hand...

Hey.

You got the file. Good work. Yeah.

Little lady running the records room had to abandon her station

when a toilet in the restroom

very mysteriously began to overflow.

Is that not the copy you're looking for? No.

No coffee ring on page 16.

Plus every one of these pages is marked

"for internal use only."

They must've done that when the doctor took Bryce on

as a patient. All right.

So wherever the blackmailer

laid his hands on Bryce's records...

Yeah. He didn't do it here. Okay.

Hey, Cath. What's up? Hey.

I was in our assignment meeting at the Herald this morning

when a familiar name popped up-- Sonny Tedesco.

He's your client's old friend from San Francisco, right?

Yeah. Well, Bryce thinks they were friends.

I'm not so sure he isn't the blackmailer, though.

Yeah. He isn't.

He was executed out in Sunrise this morning.

Gunned down in his doorway. What?

Whoever did it wrote the Chinese symbol for "thief" on the house.

I thought you'd want to let your client know.

Looks like someone brought the Triad to town.

Bryce. Geez. You scared me.

Guys?

Are you the one that's been doing this, Alan?

Did you give Josh up to the Triad?

Who to the what, now?

Josh.

My friend Josh! Did you have him killed?

Was it some sort of a-a warning to me?

Why?

Bryce, please. I-I don't understand.

Bryce was keeping medical records

in the cabinet over there.

They're connected to everything

that's going on between him and his family.

We came in here this morning to get them.

They're gone.

I don't understand. M-Medical records?

Bryce, buddy, this is crazy.

I-I would never do anything to hurt you.

You are the only one who was in this office unaccompanied.

What are you talking about? Bryce?

No one else even has a key. Bryce, wait. Stop.

That-- That doorjamb looks like it was repaired pretty recently.

So what? So was there a break-in in here?

If there had been,

do you think I wouldn't have mentioned it to you? He's right.

T-That's not from a break-in. I-It was the firefighters.

W-What-- What firefighters?

It was like a month ago,

when you were up in DC for that conference.

Some kids got into the storefront downstairs one night,

let off some fireworks as a prank.

When I got in in the morning, there were firemen all over.

They forced their way in to make sure no embers got in.

Why didn't you tell me about that?

I don't know. Why would I?

I-I called a handyman. He fixed the jamb.

That was it. Who cares?

If you don't believe me,

go downstairs and see for yourself.

These idiot kids could've burned down the whole building.

I'm not so sure it was kids.

All this could've been staged as cover

for someone to get upstairs and go through your files.

The guy who's been tormenting us.

If he was the one that busted through the door,

there'd be no way to tell after the firefighters came through.

Yeah. That's one possibility.

Is there another one?

What if the guy that was trying to get upstairs

was one of the firefighters?

Positions! Positions!

All right. We got one down.

Play at first. Here we go. Look alive, Brooks.

Charge it! Charge it! Charge it!

Play! Finish the play! To first!

Yes!

That a way to be! That a way to be!

Dale, you mind taking over for a minute? You got it.

Everything all right?

Yeah. I just wanted to let you know--

Bryce and his family,

they won't be there when you get home tonight.

You find the person who was messing with them?

Yeah. Manner of speaking, yeah, I did.

How long you been a firefighter, Vince?

Yeah. I saw your T-shirt yesterday.

Fort Lauderdale's bravest. Had the logo on and everything.

Yeah. You let that car on fire the other night.

And later, you came back with the rest of your company

and put it out.

All so you could walk through the front door in a respirator,

leave the blackmail demand without anyone noticing.

Hey! Denny! Get your glove down.

Pulled the same trick

so you could get into Bryce's office a month ago.

Set off some fireworks so your company would get called in.

Obviously, that's when you got his medical records.

Were you looking for them?

You already have an idea that Bryce wasn't who he said he was?

Something about Bryce just never added up.

So what? You went looking for secrets?

You hit the mother lode?

See, what I don't understand

and what Bryce doesn't understand is why.

Why?

He says you guys weren't close, just pals through coaching.

But this? This is something you do to someone you hate.

That a boy! That's what I'm talkin' about!

That right there. You see that?

Brooks Is a natural shortstop, not an outfielder.

Shortstop.

Wait. So you're saying you did all this

so Brooks could take over Henry's position?

Is that what you're saying? Don't get me wrong, okay?

Henry, he's a huge talent, but he could play anywhere.

Shortstop is for Brooks.

Do you know how early kids get scouted these days?

And I don't mean pros.

I'm talking traveling teams,

sports academies, even some colleges--

the places that put you on the path to the pros.

No way should Bryce get to take that away from my son.

So what, you-- you go and kill his ex-partner?

Yeah. That's right.

I know you didn't sic the Triad on him.

I know you killed him yourself.

The paint you used to draw the symbol on his house

was the same paint used on the Danners' garage.

The Danners were told to run.

Hell, I took them in

so that they could hear me telling them, "Guys, I'd run."

But they had you in their ear, telling them that you'd help.

Maybe they needed to see what could happen.

It's funny.

I wonder why you just didn't take this all to the cops.

Oh. Right. You can't.

'Cause you know the first thing that I'd start doing

is talking about who Bryce really is.

Loud.

So loud they'd hear it all the way in San Francisco.

Danny, come on. Don't be afraid of the ball.

It ain't gonna hop up and bite you.

I didn't mean to scare you, but I have to tell you something.

Well, if it's that you're moving out,

I promise my heart will go on. No, it's not that.

So, this firefighter,

you like him for the murder out in Sunrise this morning,

but we even question him about it,

and he'll start screaming from the rafters

that your client has a Triad bounty on his head.

Yeah. That's right.

That'll get him killed, his wife, his kids.

And yet... And yet he killed someone.

Someone he barely knew for no reason.

If you were hoping I would know some way

to put this guy away and keep him quiet...

But you're right.

What this guy did... can't stand.

I have a friend, ex-WITSEC.

She might have some ideas on how to help the family re-- No, no, no.

They shouldn't have to relocate. That's the thing.

That'd be like asking you and Cath and Sofia to relocate.

And what they have, what you have,

no one should be able to take that away from them.

No one.

And yet...

Triad. Yeah.

Think about what it would be like for your clients,

seeing those guys in your sleep for the rest of your life.

How would you do any of the things you want to do

knowing they could be around the next corner?

Yeah.

How would you do the things you want to do?

Over here.

I'll admit I was surprised to hear from you this morning.

I thought we said all we had to say yesterday.

Well, you know, I-I thought that conversation

was a little one-sided.

Plus I wanted to show you these. Take a seat.

Oh, Jesus.

Yeah. Crime-scene photos.

Different guys in different parts of the country,

all killed by Triad execution squads.

They are a creative bunch, aren't they?

See these two?

They were killed in prison. That's important, Vince.

'Cause that's where you're going.

I thought I made myself pretty clear yesterday.

I get arrested--

You tell the world Bryce Danner is really Bryce Wachtel.

I know.

Thing is, you do that,

your picture's gonna end up in here, too.

I'm not the one they think stole a million bucks.

Oh, but you will be.

That's the other thing I wanted to show you.

Take a look.

What the hell is Shadowblade Enterprises?

It's a company you've owned for almost 15 years now.

The same company that stole that million bucks from the Triad

back when Bryce and his old partner were doing their books.

I've never even set foot in San Francisco.

You have, Vince. You have.

At least according to these papers...

...you have.

You really think I'm afraid of a bunch of phony-ass papers?

You should be.

'Cause if there's one thing this whole nightmare

has made Bryce very, very good at,

it's falsifying tax and legal documents.

Think about it-- all the stuff he had to whip up

to start a new life out here, all the forms.

My friend, she's a police detective.

She says this is some of the best work she's ever seen.

Actually... she's sitting right over there.

You see, in a minute you're gonna walk over there.

You're gonna confess to killing Bryce's old partner

in Sunrise yesterday.

You can say it was for... reasons, whatever.

Anything but the truth.

Because-- this is important, Vince--

you say one word about Bryce,

anything happens to him or his family,

a copy of these documents gets sent to a lawyer

in San Francisco--

a lawyer with serious ties to the Triad.

Turn around. Now.

Yes! Yes! Whoa!

Henry seems good.

Well, kids are resilient.

I'm the one that can't wrap my head around it.

My third-base coach is a psychopath?

Man, could he run a good practice.

Yeah.

How's Molly doing?

She's getting there.

She didn't love finding out I hid all that stuff from her.

But she understands, mostly.

Speaking of, uh, wives, where's your ex's better half?

I don't know. Good question.

Hey. Everybody having a good time?

Oh. Great time.

And yet here you are, away from the group.

Mm-hmm.

Want to talk about my offer?

I do, actually.

I wanted to say thanks, but no, thanks.

You sure?

Oh!

No.

But you know how they say you can't pick your family?

I don't think you can unpick them either.

Yeah.

Yeah!