All language subtitles for RJ Decker s01e08 Burn the Boats.eng

[R.J.] Previously on R.J. Decker�

I'm Emi Ochoa. Lucas is my stepbrother.

And that's the man who almost killed him.

I was working on the robbery
at Mel and Cath's house.

Is this a suspect?

Getting too close to a family like mine
could earn you a return trip to Apalachee.

-Is that what you want?
-I don't know what I want.

Pleasure to finally meet you.

I thought it was time

-you and I had a chat.
-About?

What exactly are your intentions
towards my daughter?

Are you sure
I can't interest you in a drink?

No. I won't be staying long.

I asked you what your intentions
are towards Emilia.

I'm still waiting for an answer.

Well, obviously, we're gonna get married,

pop out a couple of kids

and do everything we can to make sure

they don't turn out to be
terminal narcissists like their grandpa.

I think what you're really asking Victor�
may I call you Victor?

�is what are my intentions towards you?

Am I coming for you

because of what you and your family
did to me two years ago?

Am I using Emi to get back at you somehow?

The answer to both questions is no,
because the truth is, Victor,

I know this is gonna blow your mind,

I haven't really thought about you much
since I got out of Apalachee.

I do find that hard to believe.

So I'd like to make you an offer.

Stay away from my family and in exchange,

I'll see to it
that your criminal record gets expunged.

Given your new profession,

the risks you have to take
for your clients,

things like trespassing,
invasion of privacy�

to always be skating on such thin ice,
not wise for a man on conditional release.

One false move,
you could find yourself back in prison.

[R.J. scoffs]

What if I don't want
a single damn thing from you?

Then you will definitely
find yourself back in prison.

Your conditional release officer
was Lucy Penmar, correct?

What do you mean "was"?

You're gonna get notified soon
that she's been reassigned.

You have a new CRO.

Someone who, with a single call from me,

will violate you back to Apalachee.

That look.

I imagine that's the look you gave my son
Lucas right before you assaulted him.

Yeah, I imagine it was.

By all means, Mr. Decker. Come at me.

See how that goes.

Think about my offer.

Just don't think long.

[customer] See? That's me.
I'm that Florida man.

[Wish] Hey, Cellie, help me out here.

[clears throat] Got "Florida man tries to
claim beehive as passenger in HOV lane."

Free drink or no?

I mean, I respect the full-tilt weirdness,

but all that driving
can't be good for the bees, right?

[chuckles]

I need to talk to you.

Hey, man, what is it?

So, you turn down
Mr. State Senator's offer,

you go back to prison.

You accept it, and then boom,
got yourself a clean slate.

You ask me, partner, this one's easy.
Take the damn offer.

What he's doing is illegal. He's the one
that should be going to prison.

Right, 'cause politicians with money
and power and zero scruples,

they go to prison
all the time, right? Yeah.

I don't understand.
What's going on? Are you mad at me?

Damn straight, I'm mad!

I mean, this whole thing you got going on
with Emi Ochoa, it's wrong,

and you know it's wrong.

And would you like to know how I know
that you know it's wrong?

Because if you didn't, you'd have told me
about it a long time ago.

You would have told Catherine,
Mel, somebody.

-Wish, I-
-No, no. no, no, no, no, no.

Uh-uh. No, no. You play with fire,

and now I'm supposed to blame the matches
'cause you got burned?

[clicks tongue]

[sighs]

Do you love her?

[chuckles]
We haven't even been on a date.

That's not what I'm asking.

[swallows] No.

She's my friend.

Well, then I repeat myself.

Accept the offer.

Because you were built
for exactly 18 months in prison, R.J.

Not a day more, not a second.

'Cause when you see wrongs, you can't
stop yourself from trying to right them.

That ain't sustainable
in a place like Apalachee.

It ain't survivable.

You get sent back,
I� I don't believe you'll ever get out.

-[client] Mr. Decker.
-Mm-hmm?

We can do this in the kitchen
if you'd be more comfortable.

Uh� I'm, uh, I'm good.
Just a bit more of a bird guy myself.

I'm a goldfish man.

-My dad was a little different.
-Yeah.

Like I was saying,
his body was found about a week ago.

He was dumped in a pile of green waste,
leaves, branches, palm fronds.

Just off the service road
out by Seabreak Golf Club.

Do the police know where he was killed?

No, just how. Back of the head.

The killer used a blunt object,
something heavy.

The Seabreak,
that's out near Pompano, right?

Yeah. Unfortunately,
Pompano PD is feeling a little JV.

That's why I called you, actually.

You don't think
they're on the right track?

They have asked
about my dad's criminal record twice,

as if this has something to do
with two stolen cars back in 1986.

And they're beating the wrong bushes.

He got out of Tomoka
three years before I was born.

He did his time,
and he learned his lesson.

It is possible to make a mistake
and come back from it, you know?

I do.

Terrence, I gotta ask,
what's the deal with all the snakes?

-[Terrence] These are Burmese pythons.
-Yeah.

After Hurricane Andrew, a bunch of them
got loose in the Everglades.

Now they are everywhere.
And I do mean everywhere.

They'll grow to be 20 feet.

They can crush and swallow gators,
pets, even kids.

Yeah, I heard about this. The state's
got its own bounty program, huh?

Mm-hmm. After he retired,
Dad started working for some researchers,

tagging specimens, logging GPS data,
mapping out breeding zones.

And of course, every summer,
there's the Python Bounty Blitz.

It's a ten-day contest,
open registration, big prizes.

I think that may be what got him killed.

How so?

Winner takes home 50 grand.

And Dad won the last two years running.

This year, he jumped out early again.

He had three snakes on day one,

topped the leaderboard,
and then he was gone.

Yeah, well, Terrence, people have killed
for a lot less than 50,000 dollars.

That's why I was hoping you could talk
to the people who are in the lead now

before the contest ends and they all,
you know, slither away.

? Snakes in the grass
You'd better move fast ?

? You'll be poisoned
Or be strangled to death ?

? Their fangs, they bite deep
And their venom will creep ?

You up there?

That's me in third. Should be tied second.

Man, big daddy on the hook this morning.

He come up, grab me by the ankle,
and, well, bye-bye shoe.

[R.J. laughs] Wow, look at that.
I'm glad he left the foot.

[both laugh]

My name is R.J. Decker.

I wanted to talk to you about someone
that wasn't so lucky. Curtis Middleton?

-He was my dude.
-Yeah.

They figure out what happened to him yet?

I think it might have something to do
with this contest,

but I'm trying to get a sense
of where the people in the roundup were

the night of the murder.

Oh. [scoffs] No telling.

Who else do you think
I should be talking to?

Where were you the night of the murder?

I was at night school,
wrist-deep in a dead raccoon.

I'm training to be a taxidermist.

Anyone else can vouch
you were there that night?

Suppose anyone at the bingo parlor.

You and Curtis, you guys got along okay?

-We was peaches and cream.
-So you were buddies then?

We're talking about the guy
with the hook for a hand?

-I'm sorry?
-I guess it's a different Curtis.

-Who else should I be talking to?
-Teddy Tran.

-Teddy Tran.
-Teddy Tran.

-[R.J.] Teddy Tran.
-[grunts]

So why do you think your name's
on the tip of everyone's tongue, Teddy?

-Bro, envy.
-Yeah?

-Check the board. I'm up by four snakes.
-Yeah.

Guys start getting a little weird
when there's big money on the line.

Yeah, that's my theory too,
but I'm working off the premise that

Curtis would have been ahead of you
on the leaderboard

-if someone hadn't killed him.
-You're not a cop, so�

No, I'm not a cop.

Okay, I just wanna know
where you were the night of the murder.

I was alone, just like half the field.

I was out near Hillsboro Canal.

Well, that's pretty near Pompano,
where Curtis's body was found.

Listen, man,
you're late to the party, all right?

I've already been cleared.

Yeah. Pompano PD grilled me
for three hours straight.

Hooked me up
to a lie detector and everything.

And you passed?

Even when they tried to rattle me.
Showed me pictures of Curtis.

I mean, it was messed up, man.

Just seeing him like that,

his head all caved in
and his body all sandy.

Sandy? What do you mean sandy?

Like he was down at the beach.
I told them it didn't make no sense.

What do you mean?

Look, I don't know
if he took the night off,

but pythons don't go to the beach, bro.

[phone ringing]

Hey, I just tried to find you
at your place.

I need to tell you something.
It's important.

Call me back.

-Nice shot.
-You must be Mr. Decker.

Crystal said you were looking for me.
I'm Jeff Gillibrand, the GM here.

I'm happy to chat,
but you really can't be out here in denim.

Well, I'm, uh� I'm not teeing off.
I'm investigating a murder.

It's just our policy.

Okay.

What's your policy on moving dead bodies?

Curtis Middleton.

Your grounds crew said they found him
on a green waste pile up the road.

That's right.

Well, I'm told there was a lot
of sand stuck to his skin,

and we're miles away from a beach,
so, you know, weird.

Unless of course, you found him in one
of your sand traps. Is that possible?

Look, all I wanna know
is where you really found him.

It can be just between us.

I'm not gonna go call the cops
or anything like that.

Okay, look, the morning
the body turned up,

my head groundskeeper
called me in a panic.

You have to understand,

we were about to host
our biggest member-guest of the year.

-If we call in the police�
-Yeah.

�the tournament would have been dead.

And Curtis was already dead, so really
you were just averting another tragedy.

-We didn't cover anything up.
-Mm-hmm.

I just told him
to "find" the body off property.

-Right.
-But yes,

the man who was killed
was originally in the bunker on 16.

When we found him,

there were no footprints or any other,
I don't know, evidence

that anyone else had been here.

If there had been,
we wouldn't have moved the body.

Very considerate.

I just mean there was nothing here that
would have helped their investigation.

-What?
-[sighs] I don't know, Jeff.

You know, generally, I think cops
like to have the murder weapon.

[Jeff] Is that�
Is that blood on that thing?

[line ringing]

[on phone] Pompano police.

Hi. Can I talk to whoever's in charge
of the Curtis Middleton investigation?

Whoa. Hey, hey. You said� You said
you weren't gonna call the police.

Yeah, well, I lied. You moved a body,
Jeff. You're kind of screwed.

-It's supposed to be my day off, Mel.
-[speaks Spanish]

I'm so sorry that we got handed
a huge break on a silver platter.

This murder weapon, you're sure
it connects to the Van Allen homicide?

Hundred percent.
Showed up on a golf course nearby.

Eight days we've been looking
for that thing.

Whoever found it, I'm gonna kiss 'em.

Oh, hey. You hear? I found something
you guys were looking for.

Pucker up.

Ignore that. Uh� Explain.

Yeah, I was working a case
down in Pompano.

My client's father, Curtis Middleton,
got his head bashed in.

Pompano PD just didn't know with what.

We heard it was some kind of award.

Yeah. Realtor of the Year Award,

engraved to a lady whose name
I recognized from the paper,

the victim in your homicide.

-Fiona Van Allen.
-[clicks tongue]

So one weapon, two murders.
We're both looking for the same perp.

I showed you mine.
You wanna show me yours?

That's Fiona Van Allen, 55.

She was beaten to death in her home
around 10:00 p.m. last Tuesday.

Nice gated community,
backs right up to the golf course

where you found the murder weapon.

See, 16th hole
is just over their back fence.

That's where the grounds crew
at the club found my victim, Curtis,

before they moved him to a green-waste
pile about half a mile in that direction.

[Bill] Pompano Beach, Fort Lauderdale.

Different police departments,
and we all thought different cases.

Bodies were found on different days,
and the MOs weren't a perfect match.

Blunt object was used on both victims,
but ours, Ms. Van Allen,

got the business end
at least a dozen times.

It was personal.

The murder of your client's dad
was more matter-of-fact,

a single blow, one and done.

So did you guys land on a suspect?

-Ms. Van Allen's husband.
-Why?

'Cause it's always the husband.

We dug up plenty of actual reasons too.

We know he had opportunity and motive.

Orlando Van Allen, he goes by Lando.

He's a total trophy husband,
even took Fiona's last name.

And now he's gonna take everything else.

So he kills his wife, he flees the scene,

he runs into poor Curtis Middleton
looking for pythons.

Curtis sees him holding the murder weapon,
he gets brained for it.

Except now that you told us
exactly where you found that award,

our theory's out the window.

There's no way Lando could've done this.

Main reason
we didn't put cuffs on him the night of,

is the absence of a murder weapon.

Now we never will,
because of the timeline.

Traffic cams and doorbell footage
show Lando coming home at 10:03 p.m.

10:04, he calls 911.

The neighborhood security guys
are on the scene by 10:06.

Our guys, 10:08.

[laughs] Okay.

So now we're saying he'd have
to kill his wife, hop the fence,

run 400 feet, kill Curtis,
get rid of the murder weapon

and make it back in time
to open the door for the cops.

All in under two minutes.

Lando looks athletic,
but unless he's Usain Bolt's angry cousin�

Okay. Okay, let's focus on the good news.

Now that we can tell Lando
he isn't our number one suspect,

maybe his lawyers
will actually let us talk to him.

I told you I didn't do it.

I mean, I know what it looked like, but�

Seriously, I can't thank you enough, man.
I feel like I wanna give you a hug now.

[Mel] I'm sure Mr. Decker would settle

for you answering
a few more questions about your wife.

It may help us solve
that second homicide we told you about.

[softly] Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, of course. I mean,
I wanted to help from the beginning.

It's just he didn't want me talking
while I was still a suspect.

Fiona had a showing that afternoon
with another realtor, Denise Halpern.

I think she might have been
the last person to see Fiona alive.

I've been thinking about that question
you asked me that night at the house,

"Did anyone hate Fiona?"

I just can't picture it,

but some of her dad's family,
there's money there.

Maybe some old grudges.

And I can get you
all her online passwords too.

Fiona and I, we didn't have
any secrets, you know?

She had my info, I had hers.

So emails, social media,
anything you need, man.

Seriously, please just find out
who did this.

You're working today?

Ma'am, I don't work any day.

That's how it is
when you do what you love.

[Emi chuckles]

Your price is a little steep.

What if I just wanna sit on the boat
for 20 minutes,

maybe drink one of your beers?

You're talking
about the Ochoa family special.

-Where the hell you've been hiding, sis?
-Mmm�

I've missed you too, Lucas.

This doesn't suck. [chuckles]

Be careful.

I'm gonna have to alert the palace
if the princess starts enjoying herself.

[laughs] Oh, shut up.

So you gonna tell me what Dad's done now,
or am I supposed to guess?

[sighs]

He had Ray break into a friend's home.

[scoffs] Freaking Ray.

Is anyone hurt?

This time? No.

I've decided I'm gonna
tell my friend the truth.

I just don't know how he's gonna take it.

Are you vulnerable?

Criminally? No.

Personally?

-Damn, do I not miss this.
-Hmm.

[scoffs, sighs]

When was the last time you heard from Dad?

About a year.

And he tried to lure me back
with some no-show job

at one of his construction sites.

-[scoffs]
-Six figs.

Guess how long I considered it.

-Six seconds.
-[chuckles]

-Would have been nice to pay off the boat�
-Yeah.

�and maybe get my ass back in the will.

But, nah.

He's just too toxic.

[beachgoer] Dad, over here.

[Lucas] Speaking of paying off the boat,
I gotta go pitch my wares.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, word of advice for your friend.

When it comes to Victor Ochoa, best thing
to do is to get away and to stay away.

Tell him you heard that from an expert.

Sorry, are you making
your penne alla vodka?

You sound sad.

Yeah, Mel's gonna kick me out
before I can have any.

[chuckles]

No, my dinner invite, it was contingent on
me making progress on our two murders,

and I got nothing.

I thought she thought it was the husband.

He is suspiciously tan, but it turns out
he couldn't have done it.

Neither could the last person
to see the wife, the other realtor.

She was recovering from a facelift
the night of the murder.

So I'm down to the wife's extended family,

and I'm having trouble
tracking some of them down.

-Let me see.
-What?

Stir.

-[stammers]
-Come on, get to work.

-[clicking tongue]
-All right.

I can run some of these names
at the Herald tomorrow,

maybe get you some up-to-date addresses.

-Okay.
-[phone rings]

You're getting a call.

Oh. [scoffs]

You know, I cracked your uncrackable code
a while ago now?

-E-O. Emi Ochoa.
-Mm-hmm.

-Go ahead, take it.
-It's fine.

Trouble in paradise?

-[Mel] We're home.
-Hey.

Hey, what's all that?

[stammers] Recipes. Just some recipes.
Dinner's in 20.

You, shower. Hustle.

-Hi, baby.
-Hi.

And you. I need you for a minute. Come on.

Okay.

Stir.

[Mel] Thanks to Lando,
we got into Fiona's email.

Most of her inbox
is just real estate contracts and spam.

That woman never learned
how to unsubscribe.

Pero, that's all right.

Turns out,
her drafts folder is where the action is.

"Last night was so hot." Three T's.

-"I crave you. Ma�ana?" Very spicy.
-Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Not seeing a name under recipient there.

-No.
-No.

Because I don't think
she was ever gonna hit send.

Ah, okay.

You think Lando wasn't the only man
she was sharing her password with?

Mm-mmm. Trading illicit messages
in a shared drafts folder

is a lot safer than actually sending them.

Spies do it. Cheaters do it, too.

-Maybe.
-No, definitely.

Look at what happens when I search
her old emails for hot with three T's.

Same dumb spelling and a bunch of ads
from a kickboxing coach.

Yeah. Shane Blanchard.

Uh-huh. Fiona was going
to this guy twice a week.

I think she was getting her cardio in,
just not at the gym.

[R.J.] Ooh.

-[Mel] What do you think?
-[Shane grunting]

-He look capable of a murder to you?
-Mm-hmm.

-Yeah, he looks capable of two.
-[grunts]

Mr. Blanchard, thanks for coming in.

I'm Detective Abreu.

You sure you're comfortable there?

Was I supposed to sit somewhere else?

No, we just�
we call that the hot seat.

We spell it with one "T" though.

I know you like three of them, right?

-[chuckles] Mmm.
-I saw your ads.

Most of my clients are older women.
They think it's fun.

What's this about anyway?

The call I got said you had background
questions about Fiona Van Allen?

Yeah. I wanted you to take a look at
something we found in her drafts folder.

You weren't just
Fiona's kickboxing trainer, were you?

You were sleeping with a married woman.

What happened, Shane?
Did she break things off with you?

You killed her, hopped the back fence,

ran into poor Curtis Middleton
and did this to him?

No, I didn't kill anyone.

I was with a client that night.

Yeah? You do a lot of kickboxing
at 10 o'clock at night?

Gwen and me weren't�

It wasn't a work thing.

I mean, we went to Rocco's bar and then-

Oh, I see. You and Gwen.

Are you a coach, Shane? Or a gigolo?

If you have more questions,
talk to my attorney.

But talk to Gwen Staley first.
She'll tell you.

I didn't do this.

[Gwen] All right, ladies.
It's canasta, not improv.

Red threes down,
black threes freeze the pile.

Whose turn is it?

-Gwen, looks like you have a visitor.
-Are you Gwen?

-Uh-huh.
-Yeah, hi.

I dinged a car out front, and the lady
said it might be yours. I'm sorry.

Can I borrow her for a second, please?

I wish it was my car, hon.
[chuckles] I walked today.

Well, uh, maybe you and I
could just talk for a minute anyway.

[Gwen]
Did you really have to do this here?

You know why we came to see you?

Shane called me,
and I'll tell you what I told him.

I'm not gonna lie for him.

So, you weren't with him
last Tuesday night?

I have never been with Shane.

At least not in the way you think.

Any idea why he'd think
you would vouch for him then?

I don't know. I-I like Shane.

I've tried to rope in some friends
for him as clients, but this?

I'm done. I'm out.

I'm gonna have to take up
tennis or something.

I hope you solve your case,
but just leave me out of it, all right?

You know, most people don't lie
to homicide detectives

unless they're guilty,
crazy, or really drunk.

Well,
I think she was just a little buzzed.

Yeah, well, either Shane's full of it
or Miss Personality is.

Just got to figure out which one.

[? rock music playing]

Can I help you, ma'am?

Are you Wish?

I'm a friend of R.J.'s. My name is-

Emi Ochoa. I'm aware.

Seen you around here once or twice.

Just never put a name to the face.

Not till recently.

You- You haven't seen him today,
have you?

He and I need to talk, but I haven't
been able to get a hold of him.

Good.

I'm sorry?

I mean, good for him.
Work must be keeping him busy.

Believe you me,
work is just what that boy needs.

It's funny, when R.J. talks about you,

he makes you sound like
the sweetest guy alive.

Gotta say, not seeing it.

You said you're his friend, yeah?

-I did.
-Mm-hmm.

[clicks tongue, sighs]

Well� [clears throat]

�mind your own biscuits
and life will be gravy.

Just a little something
my mama used to say.

Said it went double
when it came to affairs of the heart.

But seeing as how you and Arj
both have insisted you're just friends,

I'm gonna tell you something I can tell
just by looking at you that he didn't.

Him and your daddy?

They made each other's acquaintance
the other day.

[doorbell dings]

[camera snapping]

-Hi.
-Hey, sorry. I heard the bell.

I was in the shower.

No, I'm sorry to drop by
like this unannounced.

I wanted to take a look
at your place for myself.

-How you doing?
-Good.

I wanted to talk to you about something.
Something that might not be easy to hear.

Okay.

Shane Blanchard, Fiona's kickboxing coach.

Were you aware of how close they'd gotten?

-Hey.
-[exhales sharply]

I don't want to be pissed
at her, you know?

I don't even know how to feel right now.

Especially if Shane�
if he was the one who did this, I just-

Yeah, well, I mean,
right now he's someone we're looking at.

-That's about it.
-[sniffles]

Did you find anything helpful out here?
Any clues or anything?

No, not yet.

I mean, getting on and off your property

without being seen on camera
is a bit tricky.

You'd have to know the place well.

Do you know if Shane ever came here
for Fiona's kickboxing lessons?

I don't know, man. I, uh�

I don't think so.

But then again, I didn't know
about a lot of things, I guess.

Yeah.

Look, there is one thing
I did want to show you though.

What?

Look, a couple of weeks ago,

Shane asked Fiona
to invest in his business.

I told her
I didn't think it was a good idea.

Now, I know you're telling me
that they were together.

But I think she might have listened to me.

Look, you see?

Maybe she turned him down.

[sniffles] I don't know.

Maybe that's the reason he killed her.

Yeah, maybe.

Not that it isn't nice to see you, mija,

but what's so important
that it couldn't wait till tomorrow?

I remember when there used to be
a framed picture of Lucas here.

The one from high school, when he forced
that big fumble, got the game ball.

It's been gone, what,
a couple of years now?

Makes me wonder what's gonna
take the place of my pictures

when the time comes.

Your friend, Mr. Decker.
He told you about the offer I made him?

Actually, no.

I haven't been able to get a hold of him,
probably because of the offer you made.

Did you come here
thinking I might apologize?

No, of course not.
I came here to make you an offer.

I'm about to start lining up investors.

To buy your majority stake
in Ochoa Development.

And I'll have plenty of time to do it

since I'm resigning from my position
with your political office,

effective immediately.

-Emi-
-I'm not done.

Take the deal, forget you ever
heard the name R.J. Decker,

and you'll be richer than ever.

It's not just a good deal for you.

It's a good deal for us.

We take the business
out of "family business" and who knows?

Maybe, eventually,
we can just be a family again.

And if I say no?

I quit both my positions.

Walk away from your political office
and Ochoa Development.

I saw Lucas yesterday.

It's been almost, what, two years
since he got out from under your thumb?

And, go figure,
he's never looked or sounded better.

Simple minds, mija, simple pleasures.

It's not just the boat
that makes him happy.

It's- It's being away from you.

You were molding him
to become your next Ray.

A henchman. A thug!

Because that was his ceiling.

That was all he would ever be.

But it's different with you.
You can go farther.

Even farther than me.

You can make this city,
maybe even this state, bend to you.

To this family.

You can have power
you can't even comprehend now.

It's almost funny sometimes�

[scoffs]

�how little you know me.

Think about my offer.

I won't make it a second time.

-So this woman who died-
-Fiona Van Allen.

If she didn't report a snake in her yard,

then why would my dad have been
back there when she was killed?

Actually, I think he was
in this yard here.

This is on a golf course
that reported a Burmese.

Close enough to hear her scream,
the killer comes out back,

sees your dad curious,
looking over the fence.

Your dad sees him
holding the murder weapon.

Guy can't leave a witness, so�

Well, if you're right, at least
it wasn't any of his snake buddies.

A few of them have been reaching out,
asking about a memorial service.

It'd be nice to know we aren't hosting
the person that killed him.

[Victor] Michael. Michael.

We're not talking about
your bill getting through, okay?

We're talking about mine.

Get me the votes.

Or maybe the ethics committee
hears about you

dumping all of a certain company's stock

the day before the state
cuts ties with them.

Something must be seriously wrong

if you're asking me
to meet you at the house.

Something is wrong, Ray.

You're here because someone's
about to have an accident.

Hello, Gwen.

You lied to me.

The night my two victims were killed,
you were at Rocco's Bar and Grill.

Seven drinks, two entrees, tableside guac.

The waiter remembers you and Shane.
I pulled the receipt. So, how was it?

The guac, I mean. Not the sex.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-Careful.

I get that you didn't want to admit
to slumming it with Shane

in front of your chichi friends.

But if you lie to me now,
I will have to consider the possibility

-you are behind Fiona Van Allen's murder.
-What?

Your kickboxing boy toy
starts kicking it with somebody else.

You get jealous,
and you hire someone to get rid of her.

That's ridiculous. I-

Okay, yes.

-Shane and I had an arrangement.
-Mm-hmm.

But Fiona and me,

we knew each other
and we knew about each other.

I'm sorry, are you saying
you were sharing Shane?

When I found out,
I swear I thought it was funny.

She did too.

So you were friends?

More like acquaintances.

She asked me for my divorce lawyer's info.

She was leaving Lando?

-Thinking about it.
-[phone dings]

But I don't think
she ever got the chance to tell him.

Thanks.

Hey. Thank you.

How bad does
your trailer smell these days?

I'm finding it hard to believe that
this is a better place for a meeting.

So I'm starting to think
Shane Blanchard isn't our guy.

He isn't. Shane's alibi checked out,
but talk to me.

-Tell me how you got there.
-Okay.

This is the ME's original report
on Fiona Van Allen.

CSU thought it was a right-handed attacker
with some kind of a club.

Killer wields a bat or a pipe
while Fiona reclines on a couch.

Big swings to explain the blood spatter
pattern. That was the theory.

But of course now we know
it wasn't a bat or a pipe.

[stammers] No, it was her crystal ball.

Right. So I met with the ME today.

Knowing that was the murder weapon,

the blood spatter pattern
doesn't fit the original theory.

Now they think the killer
had to be standing behind her

and he had to be left handed.

-Shane wasn't left handed.
-No, he's not, but you know who is?

Lando Van Allen?

[R.J.] Yes. Well, I think so.
I saw him writing yesterday.

You know, he was
my favorite suspect day one,

and that was before
I knew she was leaving him.

What do you mean?

She was meeting with a divorce attorney,
had an ironclad prenup.

Had their marriage ended,
Lando would have been broke.

So we're looking for a lefty
who had a motive to kill Fiona-

I know- I know the timeline,
so I know it's impossible.

Lando couldn't have ditched
the murder weapon on that golf course

and gotten back in time to be seen
by the first responders. Okay.

I just can't shake it.

He did both murders.

We just haven't figured out how yet.

[Wish pants]

Well?

Nah. Yeah, you're way too slow, man.
You're, like, two minutes off the pace.

[scoffs] Ain't no way. Uh-uh.

Ain't no way this Lando guy
makes it out here,

kills Curtis in that sand trap,

and then runs back to his house
to let the cops in in time. Uh-uh.

Yeah.

I won Field Day.
1986, Carter Elementary. Look it up.

Well, that was a few thousand beers ago.

Hey, let's get you on the clock.

Even if I am a little faster,
it's not possible, Wish.

It just is not possible.

[Wish panting]
Well, I guess all we learned is, uh,

I gotta get back to the gym
and you need a new suspect.

Huh.

Can't help noticing I've yet to be invited

to celebrate Victor Ochoa's
wiping your record clean.

Well, I haven't exactly
gotten back to him yet.

[scoffs]

[chuckles] Brother,
you are a damn gift horse's dentist.

Hey, tell me, is it harder
for you to get over Emi Ochoa

or harder to get over yourself?

I told you, man, you go back to Apalachee,
you're never coming out.

Wish.

I know how he did it.

You couldn't have figured out
how he did it before I ran all that way?

[R.J.] You said it yourself,
you need the exercise.

[people cheering, applauding]

You ever seen jai alai before?

No, not in person.

My uncle used to tell my mom we were
going for ice cream and come here instead.

I was cover for his gambling.

I mean, those trips and a Nerf football
when I was seven.

The only two positive memories
Uncle Timmy left behind.

-Yeah, well, now you have a third.
-What's that?

-He helped you solve a double homicide.
-[referee whistles]

[announcer over PA indistinctly]

[crowd applauding and cheering]

Hey. What's up, guys?

Nothing, Lando.
We're just big jai alai fans.

Crazy seeing you here.

Yeah, you look like you're ready to play.

We're here to play a game too.
You remember I Spy?

I was going over the, uh,
photos I took at your place.

I spied a helmet. But no bicycle.

That's because it's not a bike helmet,
it's a jai alai helmet.

This is another shot of your garage

taken by the police
the night of the murder.

Same spot yesterday.

See what's missing?

This wasn't there yesterday. It's a cesta.

But you got rid of it after the cops left.

I always thought they were called scoops.

It's crazy what you guys can do with them.

-Get away with murder, for example.
-Whoa, what?

Yeah, the night you killed Fiona,
you walked through your front door,

smiled for the camera.
"Hey, honey. I'm home."

Fiona was laying on the couch.

She never saw it coming.

[Mel] After that, it was all about timing.

You got your wife's very round award.

You put it in your cesta,
and you hurled it as far as you could,

all so you could call the police

and tell them to get there
as fast as possible.

[R.J.] Poor Curtis Middleton.

Meanwhile, he's just out there minding
his own business. Hunting for snakes.

You didn't mean to kill him, but you did.

Curtis wasn't a witness to anything.

There was no chase.
There was no timeline problem.

There was just physics and bad luck.

This is insane. That's impossible.

It's barely possible.

Took a heck of an arm.

We know you play club jai alai now,
but once upon a time you played pro.

You were on teams in Florida,
Spain, the Philippines.

You were the big lefty from Boca Raton.

You guys are waiting for me
to say something stupid,

but I'm not gonna do it.

You'll never prove anything.
It's too crazy.

No, you know what's crazy?

We don't need you to say anything.

CSU got up on the roof
of the house behind yours, Lando.

That's your wife's blood
on their shingles.

Wonder how that got there.

You know what's worse
than living under a cloud of suspicion?

Prison food.

[player grunts]

Numbers look good. It's very tempting.

But?

[sighs] Look, I've known you
and your dad a long time.

I've helped finance what?

Two dozen Ochoa Development projects?

And as much as I love working
with the company,

I'm just not sure
I want to own a piece of it.

You're not sure you want to own
a piece of it without my father.

Emi, what you're doing here, I respect it.

But is it wise?

[phone buzzing]

[exhales]

-Would you excuse me, Bruce?
-Of course.

Hey, you okay?

Pretty sure Dad sent a message tonight.

But I don't know if it was for me
or for you.

Lucas, you're scaring me.
What� What's going on?

[fire crackling]

He set fire to my boat, my whole life.

[car approaching]

What are you doing here?

I heard you finally met my father.

Is it safe to assume that's why
you haven't been taking my calls?

It's okay.
I-I wouldn't take my calls either.

No, look, when we talked, I just wanted
to make sure I said the right thing.

And?

[chuckles]

It still hasn't come to me.

It's this skill he has.

Making you question
everything you think you know.

I wish I could tell you he can't actually
get you violated back to prison,

but he probably can.

And so�

if this is the last time
we're gonna see each other, I�

I just wanted you to know I�

-[thunder rumbling]
-I-I understand.

Well, I think I realized
what I wanted to say.

What?

Screw your dad.

[panting]

[thunderclap]

[Emi] I think I finally get
why you wear these all the time.

It's very comfy.

I didn't find out about what my father
said to you until yesterday.

Before that, I was trying to reach you

because there was something
you needed to know.

The break-in at your ex's house-

Yeah, your dad was behind that too.

I knew the second I saw him. I know.

Catherine was looking into your family.

She told you
she might even write an article.

That tripped a wire.

He wanted to know
if she was on to anything.

I thought I'd found a way out,

but that was based on the possibility
that he could change.

Now� [scoffs]

�the only way out is to show people
what he really is.

You're right, he was behind the break-in,

but that's not all he was behind.

[sighs deeply]

Two years ago,

when you caught my brother
trying to steal your camera equipment,

it wasn't just Lucas being a punk.

It wasn't random.

Lucas was sent to steal your camera.

It's time you found out why.

[? suspenseful music plays]

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