All language subtitles for R.J.Decker.S01E09

Previously on R.J. Decker…

You beat up a kid?

He wasn't a kid. He was 20 years old

and, as it turns out,
the son of a state senator.

Those heels are gonna
put you on your ass, Em.

- Why are you really here?
- I'm here to talk about this.

What you're doing here, I respect it.
But is it wise?

You have a new CRO, someone who,
with a single call from me,

will violate you back to Apalachee.

Accept the offer. You get sent back,
I don't believe you'll ever get out.

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

- What?
- Screw your dad.

Lucas was sent to steal your camera.
It's time you found out why.

On Chicago Avenue,
we need a rescue team, over.

- Sir.
- Yeah?

You mind telling me one more time
what happened here tonight?

Yeah, I was walking to my car.
Saw the guy had broken into the trunk.

He sees me, he takes off with my camera.

I'm a photographer,
I can't lose my camera,

so I chase him down.

Caught him, he started throwing punches,
I punched back.

I called the cops.

Yeah, see, that's not the story
we're getting from him.

Okay.

Would you please turn around,
show me your hands?

Hey, R.J.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

You sure this is the right next move?

It's the only next move.

I appreciate all of you being here.

Mel, I think you're the only one
that hasn't met Emi yet.

Yeah, pero…
We can skip the formalities, yeah?

You said there's things
you need to tell us.

Let's cut to the chase.

Uh, Emi's father, the other day
he had my CRO replaced,

threatened to use a guy
to have me sent back to prison.

Emi and I may know a way
to have Victor sent to prison instead.

We're here to ask for your help.

Okay, y'all know the story.

Lucas Ochoa breaks into my car.
He runs off with one of my cameras.

I chase him down, there's a fight
followed by a-a joke of a trial

and an 18-month prison sentence.

That whole time, I thought
he was just some spoiled rich kid.

That he did what he did
because he felt like doing it.

Turns out that was wrong.

He was sent there that night.
By his father.

My father thought there were pictures
on the camera's SD card

that could prove damaging.

Lucas was supposed to steal the camera
and destroy it.

Well, what were the pictures of?

I don't know.

I didn't find out about any of this
until things went sideways

and Lucas ended up in the hospital.

I dug up some of my old notes,
and according to the dates,

the pictures had to be from my last two
assignments at the newspaper.

One was the birth of a baby hippo
at the zoo in Miami.

Unless Victor was the father,

I doubt those were the pictures
he'd be worried about.

The other more likely candidate
was a mob-style hit

that went down in a fancy restaurant,
Il Sapore.

I remember that.
I wrote a couple articles.

The victim was a financial adviser,
Peter Bellwether.

A man in a ski mask
gunned him down at his table.

I was the first newsperson

on the scene that night. I got there
even before the yellow tape went up.

Obviously, I don't remember
capturing anything

that would have been damaging
to someone like Victor,

but according to Emi,
there has to be a connection.

Probably too much to hope
Daddy did the shooting himself?

He'd never put himself at that much risk.

But obviously you do think
murder's in his repertoire, right?

Aside from the part he asked me to play
in R.J.'s prosecution…

…he's kept me siloed
from anything criminal.

All I know for sure is that

the possibility of R.J.'s photographs
coming to light made him very nervous.

Hence Lucas being sent to steal my camera.

When that didn't work,
Victor needed me on trial

so my camera would end up
in an evidence room.

That way, a friend of the family,
maybe a cop on the payroll

or a crony at the DA's office
could sneak in and steal the SD card.

In other words,
the pictures are long gone.

Actually, they aren't.
The SD card reached me before my father.

I told him it was destroyed,

but the truth was
I gave it to someone to hold on to.

I felt terrible about
what I had said at R.J.'s trial.

I thought, I don't know,
I might need it someday.

After this, I'm gonna go get it.

I was hoping
you could go through your old notes

from when you wrote about
Peter Bellwether's murder,

see if there's anything
that didn't make the articles

that could help us figure out
a connection to Victor.

- Absolutely.
- You want me to go to the station,

go through the old case files,
look for the same.

If you wouldn't mind, but wait.
Uh, before you go,

there's something you both need to know.

It's about the break-in at the house.

Hey.

I just want to say thanks for hosting.
I appreciate it.

Would you believe
that wasn't my first cabal?

I put a little, uh, coffee and pastry
thing together a couple of weeks ago

for a group who believed
the moon landing was real.

Just wasn't our moon.

What are you doing? What is this?
Address books?

I still know a few guys
that know a few guys.

None of them traffic in murder,
but you never know.

Maybe somebody heard something once
about that restaurant hit.

Maybe they know how it connects
to your girlfriend's daddy.

She's not my…

I know you think
I should just accept his offer,

get my record expunged, be done with him.
I know that.

Look, I wanted to promise you,
I get sent back to Apalachee,

I will do my absolute best
to not get murdered there.

There ain't a snowball's chance
you get murdered there.

'Cause you go back, I go back.

I'll punch Victor Ochoa
in his big dumb face or something.

I'll make sure I'm around
to watch your back again.

Hey, you never, uh, told us where
your not-a-girlfriend stashed the SD card.

You need help getting it?

Actually, it's something
I gotta do on my own.

Hey.

How's the return trip to the murder
of Peter Bellwether going?

Poorly. I mean,
he was by all accounts well-liked.

But?

He was a finance guy.
He could've been in bed with anyone.

A cartel, an oligarch…

A certain Florida state senator?

If he was working with Victor Ochoa,
so far, I'm not seeing it.

How's it going at the station?

Got a little sidetracked,
but I'll be there soon.

- I'll let you know if I find anything.
- Okay.

That sucks.

Detective Mel Abreu.

I was just driving by when I thought I saw
a guy messing with your car.

- He must have taken off running.
- Yeah, I guess so.

Would you like to file a report?

No, I'm okay.

Evidence. I'll run some tests.

You never know
what might tie somebody to a crime.

Have we met before?

You look so familiar.

Just have one of those faces.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Hey, how's it going?

I'm about to have a conversation
with one of your patrons.

It's possible
he might throw a few punches.

This is for you to not call the cops
until at least three of them land,

or two, you know, if they're good ones.

Lucas.

Hey.

Emi sent me, okay?
I need to get something from you.

First, I thought it was time we talked.

Emi wanted to come get the SD card,
but I told her no, I had to do it.

'Cause I've owed you an apology
for a long time, Lucas.

Yeah, I was going through something
two years ago.

I had lost someone and, uh, my job.

All the things I was seeing.

Those are excuses.

I'm not here for excuses.
I'm here to tell you I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry, Lucas.

See? That's how messed up my family is.

I mean, you kicked my ass,
but only 'cause I tried to rob you.

Then I lied to the cops
about what happened.

Then I lied in court.

But you, you're the one here to apologize.

But here's the thing, I'm not sorry.

What I saw in your eyes that night,
you had to go away.

You hadn't,

you were gonna kill somebody.

The, uh, SD card, Lucas. I really need it.

Before you ask,

I never looked at what's on there.

I didn't actually know how.

All that ever mattered was
it was leverage against my dad

if me or Emi ever needed it.

Hey, be careful, okay?

I know you beat me up and everything,
but I don't want you to, like, die.

I appreciate that.

I've been combing through these
like it's the Zapruder film.

I don't know. All the pictures I took
were after the murder.

Maybe your dad just convinced himself
I captured something.

No, there has to be something.

The other night when I told you
about Lucas and your camera,

that it was one more thing
I kept from you.

I mean, you could have told me
to go to hell, but you didn't.

This thing I've been doing
the last few months, um,

ex-cons call it reentry.

A big part of it is forgiveness.

Some of it's for yourself
and some of it's for others.

I look at you. I see you trying to change.

I see you trying to live your life
in a different way.

And I do. I-I…

I think you're going through
a reentry too.

You know, it's funny.

Before you and I met, I-I'd only ever
heard your dad was corrupt.

But this, all this…

makes me think he might be connected
to organized crime,

tied to a gang, maybe even a cartel.

It's not the first time
it occurred to you, huh?

And yet after all the time
I've been around him,

I don't have a single thing
we can bring to the police.

Yeah.

It's gonna be okay.

It's all gonna be okay.

What?

What… What are you doing?

Just making sure Lucas didn't hit you.

No, I told you
all we did was talk.

Oh.

- Yeah.
- It's…

- Hey, Cath.
- Hey.

I just got a call
from Edith across the street.

She said there's something
in our driveway,

something that couldn't possibly be there,

'cause if it were,
my wife's head would surely explode.

Uh, yeah, sorry, Cath. Edith is right.

When I heard Victor had someone
burn his son's boat down,

I didn't think it'd be wise
to keep my trailer parked in a lot

owned and managed by Ochoa Development.

Anyway, where are you?
I saw your car isn't here.

I came to the station to go over
the Peter Bellwether files with Mel.

- And?
- So far, nothing that connects to Victor.

I did reach out to Peter's widower,
a guy named Steven Crane.

I got to know him a little
after Peter died.

He sat down for a couple interviews.

He said he'd come and talk to me
one more time.

I'll let you know if the name
Victor Ochoa means anything to him.

You want new tires, Ray? Send me the bill.

I can buy my own damn tires.

I called you here
'cause the one who did this

is the same homicide detective
whose house you had me break into.

You were sloppy. That sketch?
Someone got a good look at you.

That sketch had nothing to do with this.

You think Emilia gave you up?

My daughter would never turn
against her family.

You went too far.

Sending me to torch Lucas's boat
was a mistake.

You're the one who was sloppy.

- Ray…
- No, I've been taking care of things

for you a long time now.

It's time for you to take care of things.

Get your damn house in order
before it's too late.

It's so good to see you, Steven.
Thank you for coming in.

Please. You were so kind
to me after Peter died.

You wrote such wonderful things
about him.

Really meant a lot.

Um, but I'm a little confused.

Uh, if you're working on
some sort of follow-up,

why are we meeting here
instead of at The Herald?

There's been a new development
in Peter's case,

- or at least the possibility of one.
- Oh?

I'll get right to the point, Mr. Crane.

Does the name Victor Ochoa
mean anything to you?

As in… As in the politician?

We're just trying to figure out
if Peter ever did any business with him.

I… I'm not sure.
I… …don't think so.

Are you sure Peter never crossed paths

with Victor Ochoa
in any capacity, professional, social?

I'm sorry, I'm suddenly not feeling well.

Um, could we…
Could we finish this at another time?

Steven, wait, wait.

Do you remember the story you told me
about the panhandler on Broward Boulevard?

The man people drove past
on their way to the beach,

windows up, eyes forward,
like he wasn't even there?

But Peter saw him, right?

Pulled over one day and sat on the curb
with him, got him a job.

You said that was who Peter was.

Gentle, decent, incapable
of letting anyone feel invisible.

He deserved better
than what happened to him.

You're right.

He did deserve better.

I'll tell you what happened.

Oh, hey, if Edith called
with another update, it's true.

I did go inside the house,
but only to look for food.

How did it go with Peter's widower?

He gave us a name.

- His own.
- I'm sorry, what?

A few years ago,
he had a knee replacement,

got hooked on opioids.

When the prescriptions ran out,
he started buying from dealers.

They turned him on to heroin.

Peter found out and gave him a choice,
get clean or get out.

I'm guessing they had a prenup?

Steven would have been left with nothing,
so he paid their pool guy ten grand

to shoot Peter in his favorite restaurant.

Steven's sober now, and the guilt
over what he had done was killing him,

so when he saw a chance
to make things right today…

Yeah, he took it.

Peter Bellwether's murder
is finally solved.

Except it has nothing to do
with Victor Ochoa.

Coming in. Put your pants on.

I make my mom's paella
and you don't come in to mooch?

Sofia's worried about you.

Yeah, I don't know. I've just…
I've been through everything.

The scene inside the restaurant
where Peter Bellwether was killed,

the scene outside the restaurant,

even the fricking baby hippo
at the zoo and…

I thought for sure
I'd find a link to Victor, but…

Not seeing it?

Either he was wrong about what I captured
on my camera, or I'm wrong now.

Unless I figure out
some kind of connection,

this only ends one way.

Me going back to Apalachee
and maybe for good this time.

And I've dragged everyone I care about

into Victor Ochoa's crosshairs
for no reason.

Not you, R.J.

You are such an idiot.

My dad used to say, "Cuidate, mija.
Careful who you let get close.

Choose wisely."

I never would have chosen you,
but you wormed your way in anyway.

And that makes it
not just your fight anymore.

Cath, Wish, Emi Ochoa, me,
we're all in it.

Something in here got you sent to prison,

and my money says you'll find it
'cause it turns out you're…

a pretty good investigator.

Actually, I take that back.

Not the part about you being good,

the part about you finding how
these pictures connect to Victor Ochoa.

You would have had to know
what to look for.

- What do you mean?
- That.

Right there? That's Ray Mercado's car.

Are you sure?

I should be. I stuck a knife
in those tires this morning.

But Ray didn't kill Peter Bellwether,

so why would Victor be so worried
about us being able to put him there?

Maybe that murder isn't the only crime
that went down that night.

Let me guess.
You caught the guy who slashed my tires.

Oh, no. I'm sorry, Mr. Mercado.

That crime remains a mystery,

unlike the one
we asked you here to talk about.

That's your car. Yeah?
I'll save you the trouble.

It's definitely your car.

This picture was taken on the evening
of March 4th, 2024, by Mr. Decker here.

It's a pretty unremarkable photo,
isn't it?

And yet a-a great deal of effort was made
to make sure it never came to light,

and we think we know why.

Mr. Decker was in the area that night
because of a murder in a restaurant,

but you were there because of a death
in a building across the street,

one that didn't come to light
until two days later.

Jessica Laurent. Do you recognize her?

She was supposed to get married
that April.

When she didn't show up for work
on March 6th,

her fiancé went to her apartment
and found her hanging from a rafter.

Yeah, the ME ruled it a suicide,
but we think he got it wrong.

You strangled her,
and you made it look like a suicide.

Why would I do that?

Same reason you do anything, Ray.
Victor Ochoa told you to.

Jessica Laurent was an architect,
a damn good one, very in demand.

A source tells us that your boss, Victor,

he'd been chasing her for years
to do a job with Ochoa Development.

She kept saying no.

Yeah, Victor doesn't like
hearing the word no, does he?

A source?

We don't have enough to charge you,
not yet, but we're getting close.

This is your window, Ray.

Give us Victor now,

or there isn't gonna be a lifeboat left
when you need one.

Are we done here?

Yeah.

Do me a favor.

Say hi to Emilia for me.

What do you think? Any chance
Ray takes matters into his own hands,

goes to say hi to Emi himself?

Well, she would say no,

but you're assuming
Victor wouldn't just order him to do it.

Meanwhile, I got my best guy
keeping an eye on Ray just in case.

Your best guy wouldn't happen to look like
Shaggy from Scooby-Doo, would he?

You're saying that like Shaggy
didn't solve, like, a bunch of mysteries.

Going for a ride.

Really should have peed first.

Emi, you honestly believe
your father had Jessica Laurent killed?

You've met Ray Mercado once or twice.

Uh, yeah, yeah, your dad's friend.

More like his fixer.
The police think he killed Jessica.

They're taking a hard look at him.

Any luck, he'll confess,
flip on my father.

I'm here in case he doesn't.

Before Jessica died,
you were commissioning more work from her

than anyone else in town.

Did she ever talk to you about my father?

Listen, Emi,
there are very few people that scare me.

Your father does.

I understand, Bruce.

I really do.

Hey, listen, if you think it'll help,
I can give you some names.

Jessica's friends,
you can talk to all of them.

But just, please, promise me
that you will be careful.

Everyone I talked to about Jessica Laurent
believed that she killed herself.

- Really? No one had questions?
- No one.

And yet I know my father was trying hard
to recruit her around that time.

Suspicious,
but it isn't proof of anything.

Well, Ray's not ready to help us either,
not yet anyway.

What?

It's just been crazy
the last couple of days.

We haven't had a chance to talk about us,
about what happened the other night.

No.

No, we have not.

This thing that we do,
whatever it is we are to each other,

I've been trying to figure it out.

Can't just be hookups in places
that have wheels on them, can it?

Hey, what's going on?

I'm still at Ray's shop, but…

just, something feels off.

What do you mean?

I see smoke.

It could be from an engine.

It could be he's down there burning files
or evidence or something.

I thought maybe I'd, you know…

Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Stay in the car.

Are you sure?

Very. I-I don't want you
getting yourself in any trouble, okay?

All right. Oh, ho… hold on, hold on.

Looks like we got a visitor.

- What do you mean?
- I mean somebody's headed up to the shop.

Just stay put, all right?

The door is open,
but I don't quite have an angle on it.

Wish, what the hell was that?

Call 911. Do it now.

Come on…
…stay with me, big guy. Hey, hey.

Hey, come on, talk to me. Who did this?
Was it Victor Ochoa? Huh?

- You all right?
- Sorry, it's just…

I knew Ray my whole life. He…
He was a good guy once upon a time.

I mean, I can count the people
my father trusts on one hand.

For him to do this,
Ray must have been closer

to talking about Jessica Laurent's murder
than we thought.

I don't know.

Maybe your dad's just getting paranoid.
Ray didn't have much to say at the end.

What do you mean?

Wish asked him who did it.

All he said was,
"Peppermint, stick, thumb."

Does that mean something to you?

I think I know what he was trying to say.

He just died before he could say
the last word, "drive."

Peppermint stick thumb drive.

My father has a safe at home
where he keeps important documents.

I've seen the thumb drive
Ray was talking about in there. It's…

- It's striped like a candy cane.
- Do you know what was on it?

No, I've never seen it
outside of the safe,

but I-I'm betting whatever it is,

it ties my father
to what happened to Jessica Laurent.

- Do you think you can get inside the safe?
- The safe, no problem. The house?

My father's security won't let me
within 100 feet of it right now.

But that might be okay.

I may only need to get within 101.

Sir, there's something going on
in front of the house.

She got here just a few minutes ago.

She's saying she won't move
until you two have talked.

Okay.

I assume you're here
to talk about what happened to Ray.

I'm pretty sure you mean
what you had done to Ray.

Ray was familia. I loved him.
I would have never hurt him.

Yourself? No.
If I had to guess, it was one of them.

Or, I don't know,

a friend suggested the other day
you may have ties to organized crime.

Maybe you borrowed
a sicario from some nice cartel?

Emilia, please, let's take this inside.

I-I'm not going anywhere with you.
You want to talk? We'll do it right here.

How's it going out there?

Good. Two of the three security guards
Emi told us about are taking in the show.

Okay, let me know
if that changes.

Why would I hurt Ray?

Because two years ago,
he killed Jessica Laurent for you.

No, that's not true.

The pictures R.J. took that night?
The ones I told you I destroyed?

I didn't. One of them shows Ray's car
parked across from her building.

I appreciate you doing this, you know?

What?

Being an accessory to whatever this is.

I know you don't like Emi all that much.

Eh. She's growing on me.

Okay.

- Uh-oh.
- Uh-oh? What's uh-oh?

The code Emi gave me for the safe,

Uh, she said it was her birthday,
but it's not working.

Her dad must have changed the code.

Mija, think. Am I a stupid man?

What could I have possibly gained
from Jessica Laurent's death?

What did you gain
by torching Lucas's boat?

You're a bully.

Bullies don't need agendas.
They need targets.

They need to hurt people
so they can feel big.

Yep, that's three attempts.

According to the Internet,
this model of safe,

after a fourth failed attempt,
you're locked out for an hour.

I don't think this argument's
gonna last that long.

Uh, hang on. I have an idea.

I've made mistakes.

Terrible mistakes.

But killing Ray is not one of them.

I'm begging you, believe me.

Come back to me.

Together, I promise,
we can fix all of this.

I… …I can't come back.

It's too late.

You and your friend,

you want me out of office,
maybe even in prison.

But it would be a mistake
because you're right.

I do have dangerous friends,
more than you can even understand,

but I maintain those relationships
for the good of the city,

for the good of the state.

I do what I have to do
to keep the peace, to save lives.

0-8-0-7-5-8.

- What's that?
- Just try it. 0-8-0-7-5-8.

Oh, my God. It worked.

He changed the code
from Emi's birthday to his own.

Nice thing about malignant narcissists,

their self-obsession
can make them predictable.

You stay this course,
I won't try to stop you…

but there may come a time
when I can no longer protect you.

These past few years,
you hiding things from me,

asking me to perjure myself,
to send a good man to prison?

If that was you protecting me…
…I wish you hadn't.

Hey, we have the thumb drive.
We're headed to you.

Turn around, go someplace else.

Why? What's going on?

Couple of cops
were just here looking for you.

What?

Seems old Victor
finally made good on his threat.

Your new CRO, he had you violated.
There's a warrant out for your arrest.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm just, um, checking in on you,
ol' buddy.

Yeah, I'm good, thanks.

I am, as you know,
a law-abiding citizen now.

Have been, intend to be.

But like I told you the other day,
I know people that know people.

One of 'em might be able
to help you go someplace else,

get a fresh start.

Wish, are you asking me
if I want to go on the run?

I'll answer that question
with another question.

How many times you want to go to prison
for something you didn't do?

I just sent you a number.
You need it, you call it. Okay?

Yeah, I got it, okay. Thanks.

Yeah, hi. Uh, I'm calling
'cause I need your help.

Hey.

I was starting to worry
you weren't gonna show. Did you get it?

So?

So, it's strange.

Good strange or bad strange?

Every single file here
is the work of Jessica Laurent.

Blueprints, floor plans, elevations,

all from the same building downtown,
Seabright Tower.

- Yeah?
- She designed the place a few years ago.

But I'm confused.

I thought you said she didn't do any work
with Ochoa Development.

She didn't. Seabright Tower
is one of Bruce's buildings.

He's the guy I went to see the other day,
the investor.

He worked with Jessica all the time.

But if Seabright Tower
isn't one of your dad's projects,

why the hell is this thumb drive
in his safe?

It had to have come from Ray.

He must have taken it
the night he killed her.

If he didn't, he wouldn't have known
to tell Wish about it.

Ray didn't have access to the safe.

Right, so, what, two years ago,
your dad sent Ray to steal it?

Maybe there was some design element
he was trying to rip off?

But I don't know,
for someone like Jessica Laurent,

Seabright Tower was borderline mundane.

High-end, luxurious,
but more substance than style.

So, in other words,
after all that work this morning,

the only thing
we might be able to hang on your dad

is intellectual property theft.

It's okay. We'll figure it out.

Yeah, well, we sort of need
to figure it out by 5:00 p.m.

That's when I'm due
to turn myself in to the police.

What?

Yeah, your dad, he did what he said
he was gonna do. He got me violated.

But it's okay.
I called Mel a little while ago.

She's gonna meet me at 5:00.
I'll surrender myself.

Any luck, she and my attorney
will straighten out

this little misunderstanding with the CRO.

I could be out by morning.

R.J., you know my father
isn't gonna let that happen.

Hmm.

What? What is it?

I-I don't know. It's this file.

I mean, if this is what I think it is,

your dad might not have been the one
to want Jessica Laurent dead after all.

That's okay. It's maybe even good
because if I'm right,

person who did
can give us your dad on a platter.

Mr. Vinkour.

Believe you know Emi Ochoa.

Uh, I do. Just spoke yesterday,
as a matter of fact.

I assume you're here
for the same reason I am?

Background on Jessica?

Oh, Miss Ochoa's already done her part.

She's been very helpful,
but we still have some questions.

As I believe you know,
we've been circling the possibility

that Jessica was killed by a man
named Ray Mercado.

That's his car parked across
from her apartment the night she died.

It's very troubling.

You mean seeing his car there,
or seeing yours?

Made us wonder, did Ray kill Jessica,
or did he just handle the cleanup?

Uh, I… I don't understand.
What, are you suggesting I…

I would never.

She and I worked together. That's why
I would have been there that night.

Hmm.

I told Detective Abreu that
Jessica designed Seabright Tower for you.

- Yeah.
- And I explained how things work

in our business,

sprinting to put up one building
so we can pay for the next.

Seabright Tower was leveraged
to the hilt. It had to be on time.

Financing these things, it can be risky.

The structural integrity
of your buildings can't be.

You've seen this before, yes?

Yeah.

I think you've seen this too.

Jessica created it the day she died.

Miss Ochoa explained
it's a standard stress test.

It shows how a building
will stand up to wind shear.

Jessica discovered a fatal flaw
in the Seabright Tower site plan.

Those two neighboring buildings
create a wind tunnel

that can amplify
tropical storm force gusts.

She showed it to you,

told you to slam on the brakes,
only you couldn't.

It would have cost you tens,
maybe hundreds of millions of dollars.

At first we thought
maybe you hired Ray to kill her.

Then we saw your car. Made us wonder,
"Why would you go there with him?"

Unless you didn't. You were there first.

You killed Jessica, and then, in a panic,

you called the most corrupt,
most connected person you knew for help.

My father. He sent Ray.

Ray made it look like
Jessica killed herself.

No. No!

These-These models are theoretical.

Storm simulations overstate risk
all the time.

I'm not here to talk about engineering.

I'm not even here to book you
for Jessica Laurent's murder.

Not enough proof.
Ray's murder, on the other hand…

When I came to see you,
I told you the police were leaning on him.

I assume that's why you killed him.

To make sure
he couldn't tell them about you?

These shell casings, they're registered
to a gun we know you own.

And this blood?

You cut yourself on a fence as you fled.

Without Ray around to clean up after you,
I gotta say,

you're not very good at murder.

Tell me something.

Why do you suppose
my father held on to that thumb drive?

Blackmail material.

In case he needed to leverage me.

You're the one with the leverage now.

Tell the truth about the role he played.

Give the DA a reason
to not pursue the death penalty.

It happened just like you said.

Every bit of it.

I'll tell you everything.

It's funny.

You think you won,
but my attorneys have already assured me

that the state's case against me
is a joke.

I'll make bail in a matter of hours.

And then,
if the district attorney, an old friend,

actually decides he wants to prosecute me,

it'll come down to my word
against Bruce Vinkour's.

You're right.
I didn't win the war, just the battle.

But a heck of a battle, am I right?

I mean, before today,
you were untouchable.

Now? Now you're gonna be under
a microscope the size of Seabright Tower.

You remember Seabright Tower, right?
Big building, home to almost 200 people?

But you were willing to keep it a secret

the place would collapse in a hurricane
because why?

Just to have a little dirt
on your buddy Bruce?

See, I got a secret
for you, Vic.

I think you are going to prison.

Because you're wrong. It won't be
just your word against Bruce's.

It'll be your word against Emi's too.

Say you're right.

She'll have to get used to
visiting both of us behind bars.

Nope, she won't,
'cause I'm not going to prison.

At least not today.

That whole little mix-up with my new CRO,

that got cleared up
just a little while ago.

You see, my friend, she works here.
She paid him a visit.

She made it very clear
just how scrutinized you were about to be,

how many secrets would be coming out
in the next days, weeks, months.

All of a sudden…

…he realized he made a mistake.

I didn't commit any violations after all.

You see, the truth is, Vic,
I was free to go an hour ago.

I thought the gentlemanly thing to do was
to stick around and say hello.

And then goodbye.

- Guard.
- This isn't over.

It's over for today.

F.M. Station?

The "F.M." stands for
"Florida Man," right?

It does.

What about Florida women?

If I do something weird,
can I get a free drink?

Well, you, kiddo,
are a dear friend of a dear friend,

so your drinks are always free.

- Speak of the dang ol' devil. There he is!
- Hey.

Oh, boy.

Come on, come on.
Aw, where the heck you been, son?

- Jail.
- Party started without you.

- Busted out the foosball table.
- I see that.

- I made T-shirts and everything.
- Very classy.

Huh? Huh?

So are we gonna meet for drinks
every time you get out of jail?

'Cause I don't think my liver can take it.

- Where's your shirt?
- You put one on, I'll put one on.

- I'm glad you're not in prison.
- Yeah, me too.

Emi went to the back
to take a call from her brother.

I don't know if you heard, but you're not
the only one who got out of jail tonight.

The nerve of your dad, huh?

I go to that holding cell early,
I get it all nice for him, and he just…

He just leaves.

I knew he'd make bail.

Because, of course…

But still…

Yeah. You're disappointed.

A little.

A little sad too.

Sorry, that's probably
a weird thing to say.

No, it's not. He's your dad.

The other day, you said
you wanted to figure out whatever…

- whatever this is.
- Mmm.

I've been thinking,
do we have to figure it out tonight?

'Cause, I don't know if you've noticed,
but there's a foosball table out there,

and I'm kind of amazing.

- Amazing?
- Oh, I could have gone pro.

♪ Liquor and love
Do they have 'em in heaven above ♪

Hey, hey! No, no, ah-ah-ah!

♪ Sweet liquor and love ♪

♪ Please tell me why
These days should be over ♪

♪ And say goodbye
To all of my pleasures ♪

♪ All I know
Is I decided so long ago ♪

♪ That I don't wanna take it slow
On the liquor and love ♪

♪ Liquor and love
Do they have 'em in heaven above ♪

♪ For it's all I've been dreaming of
Sweet liquor and love ♪

♪ Sweet liquor and love ♪

♪ Sweet liquor and love ♪