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Previously on RJ Decker. I'm not a cop, I'm a PI.

I'm also an ex-con. 18 months, Appalachian.

A sinkhole opened up outside your window three weeks ago and you didn't come to

stay with us then? You can stay here one week and then you go. I saw you having

drinks with Ennio Choa and you looked friendly.

You haven't had a chance to talk about what happened the other night.

No, I have not.

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

You'd want me out of office, but it would be a mistake because you're right.

I do have dangerous friends.

Excuse me.

Beg pardon, ma'am?

You sort of walked right into me there, sir.

Well, I guess you should have moved then.

I should have moved.

If I were you...

I think about moving right about... You want to see me move?

Fine.

I'll move.

Back again Brothers, sisters, everybody sing

Gonna bring the flame, I'll show you how Got

a question for you, better answer now Am I original?

Some nice moves out there.

Oh, yeah, they were great, right? No, no, no, no, no, not them.

You.

You got like, what, four or five wallets?

Tenants bracelet?

Bunch of stuff out of those shopping bags?

I'm a PI.

My client, she got home from a shopping trip a few weeks back and realized she

was missing a watch her late mom gave her. So I looked into it, realized what

happened to her?

It was happening all over the city.

Dozens of people were being relieved of their valuables while they were out

shopping. Oh, that sucks, but I gotta go. Yeah, well, I noticed this pattern.

The thefts all coincided with the sudden appearances of dance mobs. Dance mobs

that were, in fact, organized online by you.

Not that the dancers had any idea you were using them to commit crimes.

See, I had a couple of friends that signed up. That's how I knew to be here

today, to take pictures of you in the act.

See that guy over there?

Yeah, you already know he's not a construction worker.

And he doesn't work for UPS. But see those two cops?

Boom and boom.

Very real.

Bro, you doing this or what?

Bro, forgetting something?

Your pants, bro, they're still on. Let's go.

Let's sit down on the ground.

Feel this. No surprises.

Babe, my eyes are up here.

Glad to be back at Fraggle Rock.

How could I not be?

It's okay. Relax.

No one's going to bite you.

What about those two?

Oh, yeah.

That's Tebow. He's harmless. The other one, though, yeah, she's little.

I'll keep an eye out.

Have you heard from Emmy lately?

What?

She said she needed some time.

It's been almost two months. Since her father was murdered. It has.

I mean, would you be over something like that in two months?

I'm just saying, before he was killed, everyone used to just whisper about

Victor Ochoa being corrupt. Now, they're shouting it. People in my line of work

are starting to wonder what Emmy knew and when she knew it. Okay, but me not

giving her the space she needs, that helps her how?

Anyway, the task force, the DA's office, put together to help figure out who

killed Victor.

Did Mel happen to mention if they're on to any new leads? I'll have to ask her.

She's been working a pretty big case of her own.

Oh, yeah?

How big?

Not big.

Or I don't know.

Maybe average?

I can really only compare to my husband.

Well, I'm asking about the face of the man that handed you the vans. The face.

I know his head is mostly covered, but maybe you caught his eye color?

Location of a mole or a tattoo?

Sorry. No, just...

The other stuff.

Your federal tax dollars don't work.

You'd think the worst part about having to work with the FBI would be watching

them take all the credit after we do all the work. But no.

Turns out, it's the vaping.

Smoking at a crime scene, not very professional.

That's it?

That's all you have to say?

What do you want me to say?

Something, I don't know, more male.

Something mean, but funny, but not at my expense for once.

These are bank robberies.

You and I are homicide detectives.

Why are we even here?

Because your closing rates are good.

Not great, but good.

But that's okay. You can leave great to the FBI.

Agent Scully, if you're looking for Mulder, you can just follow the toxic

trail of heated aerosols. Not that we aren't all enjoying the unholy scent of

banana cranberry.

Actually, Special Agent Clark's signature flavor is banana walnut, but I

wasn't looking for him.

I was just wondering if after five bank robberies in five weeks, you two finally

found something that can help us ID the bottomless bandits.

You know, well, their MO continues to be a pretty effective way of drawing

attention from their faces.

Obviously, there's still the security footage to comb through, but odds are we

aren't going to see anything we haven't seen before.

I have to go make a statement.

I will be sure to mention that the Bureau can only...

Work with what it's got.

Let's go.

Hey, Magic Mike. You see you're in one of the pics Catherine used for her

article?

I did, but that's not why I'm calling.

Guy just came into the bar asking for you. Said you two did some time at

Appalachee after yours truly got exonerated.

Stevie Marsh?

Oh, yeah, Stevie.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He's a good kid.

He must have just gotten out.

Well, if he did, he obviously did some celebrating tonight.

Showed up drunker than a boiled owl.

He's in the men's room now making some sounds that are not good for business.

If it was anyone else, I'd call the cops, but see, that's how we're all

alumni of the same university.

Yeah, you don't want to see him get violated back, I get it.

Come get your boy, would you?

Stevie?

RJ, that's you?

Yeah, it sure is.

I like your buddy's place.

I remember it from that email you sent that one time.

Uh-huh. Yeah, he said you were looking for me.

I was. I am.

I need your help, RJ.

I broke, like, a bunch of laws today.

Chill, man.

Yo, what was that for?

Ah, hey, okay, stop, stop, stop. Hey, last night before you passed out, you

said you broke a bunch of laws. Please tell me you were kidding.

Can't.

I'm in a lot of trouble, aren't you?

I got out last week, and I'm not even home a day before this old pal shows up.

Chip.

He said he heard that I got out and that we should celebrate, but it was kind of

weird, because I hadn't seen this dude in, like, years.

Next thing I know, it's morning.

Trip comes back to my house, shows me this video, and it's of me drinking

beers and taking shots and all types of stuff that'll violate my conditional

release. He says I have to do him this favor or he's gonna send a video to my

CRO.

What kind of favor?

So, you remember what they put me away for, right?

Mm-hmm. Speeding.

Instead of pulling over, you led the police on a four-hour chase.

Yeah, and Chip said I had you-know-what to steal.

And that he needed somebody like that to drive him and a couple of his friends

someplace.

Someplace? What's someplace?

A bank.

Stevie, tell me Chip and his pals aren't those guys robbing banks without their

pants on.

Stevie.

Listen, Chip swore he would delete the video once the job was done, but he

didn't. He said I did good, and he want me to drive for him again. I can't do

that, R.J.

I mean, I don't want to do that. I can't go back to Appalachia. Okay, well, then

we got to do what you should have done in the first place. We got to go to the

cops. We got to tell them everything. Oh, no, no. Stevie, we got to. No, no, I

don't trust the cops. I trust you. That's why I need you to help me get

this phone so I can destroy it. Well, you got bigger problems than some damn

video. We got three bank robbers who will give you up as their driver if

they're caught without your help.

Oh, see?

I already thought of that.

You know those first four jobs that they did? I was still in Appalachia. So if

they tell the cops I was a part of their team, they're gonna look stupid.

Listen, the only thing that can hurt me is that video.

Look, I get it.

But these guys, they're using assault rifles.

Okay? It's only a matter of time before they hurt someone. Listen, you owe me,

RJ.

I just need you to do this one thing for me, okay? Just this one thing, and I

promise, we all square.

This guy Chip, you got a last name?

This is insane.

They're hosting a meeting in our conference room for our bosses,

presenting all of our work.

Maybe we should be grateful.

Our work hasn't gotten us any closer to identifying the bandits.

I think it's time you tell me what's going on.

You've been very accommodating to our federal friends, which is weird because

you're not an accommodating person.

They're treating us like the help, so why are you being so cool about it?

This actually isn't the first time when Wood and I have worked together.

Five years ago, I had just made detective.

This kidnapper ransom went down. I got assigned to it. She got assigned to it.

The case, it lasted a few weeks, worked out in the end.

But in the middle, we sort of hooked up one night.

You got interdepartmental with her?

Mm-hmm.

It was not the best.

Which is why when she texted me a few weeks later, I sort of didn't write

back.

Ever.

That's why she asked for us.

That's why she's been bossing us around. Because you ghosted her.

It was a mistake.

I'm not proud.

She needs to do a little big footing to feel better about herself.

Fine. I can hack it.

So can you.

Is someone begging in here? It smells like banana muffins. What's going on?

Familiar with the bottomless bandits?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

They're bank robbers.

Thanks to them...

We've had a very special guest the last few weeks.

One of them is a serial vapist.

It's the bullpen smelling like banana walnut and lung disease. Now, what do

you need? I got hired to look into a guy named Chip Lancashire. My client thinks

he has a rap sheet. I was hoping it might include a current address.

Walk with me.

Yeah.

If someone had bet me you knew how to fix a car, I would have lost.

How'd you find me?

Investigative reporter, remember?

I investigated.

I heard you dropped off the grid. It occurred to me maybe you went to crash

with your brother.

This is his place, right?

Yep, his place, his car.

He said I could use them both while he works as a deckhand on some super yacht

for a few weeks.

What he didn't say was that the thing hasn't started for months.

Not that I want to drive anywhere.

Can't go a hundred feet without someone asking me for an interview about my very

corrupt very murdered father.

I just Needed something to do.

I'm not giving you an interview either. Oh, I don't want one Just came to see

how you're doing.

Did I miss a memo or something?

I? Didn't think you liked me very much I didn't like certain things you had done

and then you did certain other things those things I did like

Listen, I thought if I did find you, maybe you could use these.

Groceries, nothing sexy, just a few things that might spare you a trip to

the market.

If you need anything else, even if it's just someone to talk to, my card's

inside.

You still mad at me, huh?

I had to look my friend in the eye, my cop friend, and not tell her I knew how

to catch the bottomless bandits. So, yeah, I'm still mad.

Look, I told you. Once we get Chip's phone, you can bring her straight to

him.

And you're sure that's Chip's car, yeah? Positive.

You know, that car over there definitely belongs to one of the other guys of the

crew. So all three of the bandits could be inside with all three of their

assault rifles? Is that what you're saying?

Maybe. I don't know. We've been out here for, what, five-something hours, and we

ain't seen nothing.

Listen, Chip and the owner of that car, they're probably in there knocked out

cold. So we can just, you know, sneak in there, take the phone, sneak back out.

Oh, right, because breaking it in would get so easy, right?

I mean, oh, no.

You'd be all right.

Hey. Hey, I got good news and I got some bad news.

Okay. Good news is I think you may have just found the bottomless bandits.

Bad news is they're dead.

What do you say, Stevie?

Ready to go home?

Home? No, never.

Never home.

of the police stevie hey sir i assume you held it up to the owner's face to

unlock it yeah you think a bullet to the head would be a problem for facial

recognition but no and the thing is it does support what stevie's been saying

that he was blackmailed into helping the bandits mal i mean it does so you might

find this hard to believe but i don't give a damn about whether he was

blackmailed i give a damn about you coming into my bullpen today looking me

in the eye and not saying a single word about any of this you should be in the

back of that car with your buddy no no i told you i had fed on this case and if

they both weren't in delray beach tonight going after a lead that's

obviously wrong i'm sorry okay i get that no you don't archie but you know

what the next time that you come to me for anything you will believe it he

saved my life mal back at appalachia he saved my life probably look

you know how i wasn't really cut out for prison well he really wasn't cut out i

was worried he wasn't gonna last a week so i i took him under my wing what to

do, what not to do, same kind of stuff Wish did for me.

I did it for a few other guys. The thing is, not all those guys were white, which

go figure was a problem for some other guys, specifically other guys in the

Aryan Brotherhood. But one of them decided to do something about it one day

in the yard.

Stevie saw it coming, I didn't.

He got in their way.

He ended up taking a shiv to the abdomen about two dozen times.

He was still in the hospital two weeks later when I got released.

He is a good kid, Mel. He does not deserve to go back.

I'll point out to the feds that even with the bandits dead, it's a break in

the investigation.

The new investigation, of course, is going to be into who killed them and

why. But that's tomorrow's problem.

Meantime, are you going to go tell Stevie what else he found on this phone,

or am I?

Hey.

I told you we couldn't go to the cops. I knew this would happen.

Stevie, there's no way I wasn't going to the cops. There's three dead bodies in

there. Watch.

They're going to try to pin this all on me. No, no, the coroner says they were

killed between 8 and 10 this morning. You were with me. That's verifiable.

You're supposed to be my friend, man. You're supposed to help me. I am trying

to help you. Look at me, man.

Look at where I'm at.

I cannot get locked up again, not even for a night. Well, you're going to have

to. Okay, look at me.

Whoever killed Chip and his pals, they're coming after you next.

There's evidence Chip was tortured.

Two bullets in the leg.

When I looked at his phone, the last thing it was used for was to send that

video of you to someone that wasn't in his contact list.

So you're saying it could be the killer's number?

Yeah, whoever it is, it's Dinah Blue Sands.

And you're the last one.

So to recap, this man, Stevie Marsh, could have identified the bandits days

ago, but instead of reaching out to the police, he reached out to a fellow ex

-con, your friend, R.J. Decker. I think you might be missing the bigger picture.

There's a killer out there. Someone who murdered the bandits in cold blood.

Detective Ragsdale and I have a pretty good idea who it is.

The bandits' original driver. The one that Stevie Marsh replaced.

He didn't appreciate his buddies doing a job without him, so he showed up

yesterday to tell them so.

Say you're right.

He's probably long gone by now.

We don't think so.

Chip Lancashire was tortured before he died. Bound to a chair and shot twice in

the leg. We think the point was to convince him to give up Stevie's name.

Why?

Because driver number one is worried one of the other guys dropped his name when

Stevie was around.

Unfortunately, they didn't. Stevie has no idea who the guy is. But driver

number one doesn't know that. His phone, the one he was using to communicate with

Chip, we were able to confirm it was a burner. Hasn't pinged since last night,

probably in a dumpster somewhere.

But on the plus side, he doesn't know Stevie was taken into custody. We didn't

share that with the press.

If we're right, if the first driver is sticking around to look for Stevie, we

still have a chance at him.

Remind me, are we in Fort Lauderdale right now or on Mars?

I think maybe you're the one who's missing the bigger picture.

You're not in charge here. I am.

And as darling as it is that you have domesticated Mr. Decker, he is no less

an ex-convict, which makes it all the more baffling that he is a regular

contributor here.

Is this a homicide division or a work release program?

You, you, out.

I said out.

I did a lousy thing when I ghosted you five years ago. That is why I have given

you so much room to flex the last few weeks.

But it's one thing to be lousy in bed, and it's another to be a lousy FBI

agent. Excuse me? Basta.

Enough.

No more acting like you own this place.

Get your head in the game. We have a killer to find.

I was wondering if I could take you up on that offer to talk.

I brought coffee. I didn't know what you liked, so I took some chances.

When my father was alive, he took up almost every second of my day.

Some days, there was hardly enough time to breathe.

And now that he's gone, it's worse.

I mean, the stuff with the media you know about, but Ochoa development...

We have bridge loans that are coming due, projects falling through because,

big surprise, no one wants to work with a company with such a scandalous name.

It sounds like you haven't even had time to mourn.

Some days I'm not sure I'm supposed to mourn.

My father helped cover up someone else's murder.

God knows what else.

The task force that was assembled to try to find your dad's killer, have you

heard anything from them?

I know you know that my father and the DA were close.

She's been trying to keep me in the loop. There just don't seem to be any

footholds. No DNA evidence, no murder weapon.

Everyone's best guess is still that he was killed by someone in organized

crime. Someone who thought he might spill their secrets to get himself out

of trouble.

Keeping a low profile like you are, I mean, it must make it hard to see your

friends.

Most of my friends are keeping their distance, waiting to see how things play

out. Make sure I still belong in their circles.

Respectfully, your friends sound pretty terrible.

How's RJ?

He's good.

His conditional release is supposed to end next month. I'm thinking of throwing

him a party in case you want to come.

I'm going to have to see how everything else is going, but I'm telling him I

said hi.

Would you?

I think I may know a way we can ID the bandit's original driver.

Yesterday, when I went into Chip Lank's house, I noticed there was a dog bowl on

the ground. Name on it was Zardoz. Like the Sean Connery movie, going where he

ran around in nothing but a big red diaper and thigh-high boots?

You're making that up.

Wish I were.

Point is, there was no dog in the house.

Maybe that's because Zardoz belongs to the original driver.

Chip told Stevie the other bandits used to crash with him sometimes.

I think the driver brought his dog with him one night and left the bowl behind.

All we got to do is talk to Animal Control, ask if there's a registered

owner of a dog named... Zardoz. Zardoz. We may have a lead on the bandit's first

wheelman, but it's going to mean a trip to Animal Control. Whose car are we

taking? Oh, you're not coming.

Why?

Um, your pal Stevie.

Something happened last night in holding.

Something bad.

You need to get to the hospital.

Told you I couldn't get locked up.

Not even for one night, right?

Guess you showed me, didn't you?

So how much do you know?

Well, you collapsed in the holding last night.

Paramedics just showed up. They told the cops it was a bad case of alcohol

withdrawal.

That night out with Chip Lankershim.

That wasn't some outlier, was it?

You've been drinking like that for a long time now, months if I had to guess,

which is weird because you only got out of Appalachia a few days ago.

Right, because there's no alcohol in jail, is there?

No drugs, no weapons, no phones, no crooked guards. You and I did eight

months together, eight months, and I never saw you touch a drop.

That's because I didn't.

Not until after you got sprung.

At first, it was for the paint. It was.

You know, for the stitches in my gut.

It was only supposed to be for a little bit, just until I got better.

But even as I did, even as the pain went away, yeah, you were still in that

place. I thought I could hack it.

You put me on a track. I was good.

I was wrong.

Just like I was wrong that night, I thought I could outrun the cops.

You know, just in case I don't see you for a while, just...

I need you to understand how one of a kind you are.

You didn't just stay alive in that place, man. You stayed above it.

I think you're the strongest person that I know.

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

Turns out Zardoz is the only dog in Florida, possibly the world, with that

name. A couple patrol units just picked up his owner, Liam Jansen.

In case you want to be here when he arrives.

Okay, Mr. Jansen, thank you so much for taking that money.

RJ Decker, Special Agent Banana Walnut.

I mean, Clark.

Ah, hey.

How you doing?

Okay, okay, yes.

I drove Getaway for Chip and the other guys four times. But I can prove to you

I didn't kill them.

We're listening.

It's my dog, Zardoz.

He has kidney disease.

He needs regular dialysis.

You said the guys were killed between 8 a.m. and noon yesterday, right?

Well, I had to put him in at the veterinary clinic. I was there probably

15 minutes before.

And then I stayed for Zardoz's entire session.

So I believe you.

If you didn't kill the bandits, who did?

Chip was the boss during the jobs, okay? But he wasn't the boss. That was someone

else. Who?

Chip only ever called him Mr. Big.

No one else ever spoke to him but Chip. No one else knew his name.

But he was the brains behind everything.

He picked the banks, cased them.

He even gave Chip and the other guys their guns.

And last week, Chip told us that Mr. Big wanted to close up shop for a while.

Take a break on account of all the heat we were attracting.

Chip, though, he was greedy. He wanted to pull one more job. I told him no.

I was out.

So Chip replaced you.

Went ahead and did the job. Mr. Big didn't like that. So he killed Chip and

the other bandits and took their score?

Like I said, I never got his name.

But I do know his initials.

How?

There were these, like, dog tags stuck on the sides of all the guns he gave

Chip. And each one of them had the same three letters.

I can give them to you, but... You want a deal.

Not for me.

For Zardoz.

I'm not stupid. I know I'm gonna have to do some time.

That means he's gonna have to be adopted. And I wanna have a say in where

he goes.

Mr. Jansen, I can all but guarantee I can make that happen.

But I need you to give us the initials first.

PCM.

They're on every single assault rifle.

PCM.

I'm home.

Oh, hi, home. I'm RJ.

Your dad joking.

It's never a good sign.

You, uh, you get Mel's text?

Yeah, she went to get Sophia from basketball. You're here to help her look

for a guy with the initials PCM? Mm-hmm.

Not going well?

No.

There is weirdly no shortage of guys with those initials and a criminal

record. But so far, none of them seem to connect with our lead bandit, Chip

Lankersham. Especially those who are dead or already in prison, sir.

How was your day?

I saw Emmy.

Oh.

Somebody had to go check on her.

I'm not checking on her. Yeah, you're giving her the time she asked for.

You know who takes time, RJ?

Partners, lovers. Can you look me in the eye and tell me that's what you two

really are?

Yeah, because you're friends.

Friends with a very weird, sometimes very sexy history, but friends all the

same.

Tell me it doesn't sound familiar.

It might.

You're friends.

But because neither of you wants to say it out loud and risk hurting the other,

you keep sticking to this whole let's take some time thing, which again,

stupid, because Emmy needs friends right now.

Probably more than she ever has in her life.

So go be one.

What is it? What if you haven't found a guy with these initials because PCM

isn't a guy?

What if it's a group?

A friend in Jacksonville wrote a series of articles a few years ago about anti

-government paramilitary groups popping up in North Florida.

The Panhandle Citizens Militia. They're basically terrorists.

If the bandits are being armed by them... Yeah, we may have a cell up and

running in Fort Lauderdale.

We got this from counterterrorism a little while ago.

They'll tell you pretty much everything you need to know about the Panhandle

Citizens Militia.

Ideologically, they're fairly textbook.

Anti-government, anti-immigration, conspiracy-oriented.

And boy, do they love their guns.

We've been going through the bandits' socials for days. So far, no indication

that any of them thought the way the PCM does.

And yet, the, uh, logo.

We think maybe there was an alignment between the militia and the bandits.

It just wasn't political.

It was financial.

The militia armed the bandits to rob banks for them.

Then they split the scores.

Last night, Mr. Decker and I stopped looking for guys in the area with the

initials PCM.

Started looking for guys in the area with ties to the PCM.

Yeah, we only found one, Virgil Osgood. He owns a junkyard out in Pompano.

We're gonna pay him a visit after this, see if maybe he's Mr. Big.

No.

Hmm? Mr. Decker's contributions are appreciated, but he's still a civilian.

I'll go talk to Osgood with you. You get on the horn to Quantico, see what else

you can dig up on the PCM's membership and activities.

Guess I'll stay here. Do some civilian type stuff.

Actually, Mr. Decker, if you're willing, there is one way you could help.

Liam Jensen.

I'm R.J. Decker.

Curry, you're due with the feds. You have exactly one hour to play with your

dog. Sir.

Come on.

Hey. Hey, Zardoz.

Good boy.

Yeah.

There you go.

These last few weeks, I have been flexing.

Not because you never replied to a text I sent five years ago.

You were right.

Our hookup was not good.

You were kind of all over the place.

Sorry, I was the problem?

I've been flexing because of the case that we worked.

The kidnapping for ransom?

I was on it six days before you joined.

And I was meticulous.

I talked to every witness multiple times, including Anthony Kurtz.

The man who said he saw the victim being forced into a burgundy van.

Mm-hmm.

You talked to Kurtz once.

One time.

And you knew he was the kidnapper.

Lead investigator got a warrant to search his place, and there she was.

Our missing girl.

Alive. But instead of feeling good, all I could think about was how you saw

something in minutes that I hadn't seen in days.

So, that's why I've been overdoing it.

To make sure you know I'm good at the job.

Ladies, welcome to Osgood's, where everything broken gets a second chance.

What can I do you for?

It's true.

I did run with the PCM for a stretch, but about a year ago, we had a parting

of the ways.

The other guys, they didn't like my husband.

Not Billy himself.

He's sweeter than biscuit.

They just didn't care for the fact of him.

That's funny.

Oh, so the militias are so open-minded.

Don't get me wrong. Now, I agree with those boys about government overreach,

but so many meetings and all the yelling all the time, it

just started to feel like a militia, not my militia. You know what I mean?

We're here, Mr. Osgood, because some PCM guns were recently used in the

commission of some bank robberies. Any chance those guns came from you? No.

No way.

Well, I'm confused. What do you mean, PCM guns?

Assault rifles with dog tags stuck to the side of them.

Each one bearing a logo like this.

Dog tags?

I can tell you one thing. That wasn't PCM standard.

There was only one guy I knew did his guns like that.

Ezra Peters.

He was a palm tree farmer. Used to live up in Bonifay. Do you know where he

lives now?

Federal prison.

He got scooped up in an ATF raid a couple years ago.

So did his guns.

You came here because you thought the PCM was arming those bank robbers. But

maybe it was a different group of crooks with a three-letter name.

You think the ATF armed the bandits?

The space lasers that the government uses to start wildfires? You think

they'd pay for that with your taxes?

No, ma'am.

They need off-the-books money.

Well, Liam, I hate to break it to you, but your hour's almost up.

If I tell you one more thing I remembered about Mr. Big, you think

maybe I could get one more hour?

Sure. Why not?

It's not like I got anywhere else to be.

He smells.

Guy in a militia who smells.

That should narrow it down a little bit. I'm not talking about body odor.

He smelled weird, but sort of... good.

Thought you said you never met him. I didn't.

but it did drive chip to me with him one time and when chip got back in the car

he smelled like bananas i guess so wait what's up bananas he said it's because

mr big vaped so you wanna be a rock

superstar and live large big house five cars

RJ.

No.

RJ. I think specializing Clark is Mr. Big. I'll explain why when I see you.

But the important thing is, he just left the station.

He told Ragsdale it's because he was coming to meet you and his partner. What

if that's because he doesn't want you talking to Virgil Osgood?

RJ, I'm in the middle of nowhere. I got no service. I'm going to call you from

the road, okay?

Mel, can you hear me? Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go.

Still nothing? Yeah, straight to voicemail.

There's one more thing I can try.

Did you just dial information?

Hey, partner. Checking in.

How's it going with Virgil Osgood?

Reception here is spotty.

Now, I can't hear you, but I'll... Wrapping up.

Real quick, are you sitting or standing right now?

Guess it doesn't matter.

That sound you're hearing?

It's called a landline. That's how we found out you were coming.

Thank God for analog, am I right?

Drop the gun. Put your hands on your head.

You good?

Thanks for the call.

Remember, I was ticked at you the other day, said you shouldn't come to me for

help anymore.

Uh-huh.

Probably gonna take that back.

You okay?

Just thinking about how much I hate this place.

Last time I was here, I didn't know a kidnapper when I saw one.

This time I didn't know the guy I partnered with was a thief and a killer.

Well, if it helps.

He's been singing like a canary in there.

I knew he was ATF before he was FBI.

The rest I can guess.

He was a part of the raid on Ezra Peters' place a couple years ago.

Only instead of putting all the guns he found into evidence, he kept some.

Today the plan was to kill us, leave that machine gun with the PCM dog tag

behind, and let everyone keep thinking that they were the real bad guys.

If it helps, you were the reason he told the bandits to take a break for a while.

He said you made him nervous, that you were smart.

You thought it was a matter of time until you figured out what was really

going on.

You're not bad at what you do.

You've just had some bad luck.

Come on.

Seriously, though.

You're the one who was bad in bed.

Wait, so I'm not going back to prison?

Mm-mm. Are you sure?

The federal prosecutor still needs to sign on the dotted line, but... Yeah,

I'm sure.

The thing is, Stevie, you and Yara are going to have to do some time someplace

else.

A rehab facility.

90 days.

Hey, it's okay.

I'll be coming to see you.

I'll be looking out for you, just like in Appalachia.

But the work, Stevie, you got to do that yourself.

Okay?

Excuse me.

What are you... Hello.

Kath told me you were having trouble getting the thing started, so I figured

I'd take a look.

What are you, a mechanic all of a sudden? No, I'm just a guy with a phone

and a willingness to look at DIY car repair videos.

You got the key?

I won't know if anything I did helped until the ignition.

Whoa!

Of course.

Look, um, after everything that happened with my father, I know I told you I

needed some time, but I think what I really needed was... A friend.

Yeah, I get it.

Well, obviously, I'm a great mechanic, but you know what I'm even better at?

Being a friend?

As some folks say, I'm the best.

I'll see you around, friend.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you around.

Hello.