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[♪ gentle music playing]

[R.J.] Previously on R.J. Decker

-How'd you find me? -Investigative reporter, remember?

Can't go a hundred feet without someone asking me

for an interview about my very corrupt, murdered father.

[Catherine] The task force will try to find your dad's killer.

Have you heard anything from them?

My father and the DA were close.

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

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.

Some folks say I'm the best.

[chuckles]

[♪ "Ride Like The Wind" playing on radio]

♪ I was born The son of a lawless man ♪

♪ Spoke my mind With a gun in my hand ♪

♪ Lived nine lives Gunned down ten ♪

♪ Gonna ride like the wind ♪

Wait. Hold on.

Christopher Cross killed ten guys?

What?

That's what the man said, Kayla.

For real.

This ain't yacht rock.

It's gangster rock.

Can you just hush?

You are mangling a beautiful song.

Girl, you wish you had these pipes.

I am many things, baby brother.

Jealous of you ain't one of 'em.

[tires squeal]

[both panting]

Will you look at that?

Free cooler.

Jake. Jake.

Jake!

Just leave it be.

[Jake chuckling]

Check it out. Brand new.

-[gunshots] -[Kayla screaming]

Come on. Get it started, Kayla. Go!

[tires squeal]

-[gunshots] -[Kayla screaming]

-[Jake] Go! -[Kayla screaming]

-Kayla! Go! Go! -[gunshots]

[Kayla] R.J., it was crazy. The guy just kept shooting at us.

I didn't think we were gonna get away,

but then I ducked off of Sugarland Highway and somehow lost him on the back roads.

[R.J.] But you-you and Jake, you're both all right?

Did you get his license plate?

We were too busy screaming our heads off, ducking down,

and I didn't get a good look at his face either,

but I still wanted to go straight to the police obviously.

But

Well, when Jake saw what was in the cooler,

he said we needed to sleep on it.

-Right. I'm sorry. What was in-- -But then, you know,

this morning, I woke up, and he's gone.

Left me a note saying, "Don't worry. I'm gonna handle it."

But you know my brother.

Never met a bad situation he couldn't make worse. [sighs]

Uh, but the cooler, just to go back for--

R.J., our car is bright pink and covered in giant poodles.

If the guy that shot at us is out there looking for it, it won't be hard to spot.

You gotta help me find Jake, R.J.

-Okay. -You just gotta.

Kayla, I-I wanna help you. I really do.

You-You and Jake, you're my favorite neighbors.

But first, you gotta tell me what was in the cooler.

Jewelry.

It was a World Championship ring for powerlifting.

It was enormous.

A bunch of diamonds and a m-muscle guy holding a barbell in the middle.

Like a [sighs] Like a Super Bowl ring, you know, but for weightlifters.

-And it was in the cooler? -Yeah.

It was sorta

stuck.

Stuck?

Kayla,

is that is that blood?

[Kayla] The guy that shot at us, after we lost him,

Jake looked in the cooler.

The ring was on a hand.

The hand was in the cooler.

[♪ tense music playing]

[chattering]

Huh.

That's it? Just "huh"?

Well, on the one hand, you're telling me

about a very comely damsel in distress.

I've noticed Kayla Treadwell several times

washing dogs in that little kiddie pool of hers next to your trailer.

She's lovely.

So I'm naturally sympathetic to her plight.

On the other hand,

it's a hand.

I mean, you sure you're ready to take on a serial killer?

There's, like, a dozen more likely explanations other than serial killer.

All right, maybe not a dozen.

I'm already thinking of nicknames.

-The Claw, Meathook Maniac, the Handyman. -[R.J.] Mmm. [clicks tongue]

Hell, I can already see his trophy room.

Just hands lined up in jars on his mantel.

The thing is, I don't need to solve anything here.

Jake said in his note he was gonna bring the hand to the cops

only after he got the ring off.

Well, not to be "undelicate,"

but, um, why doesn't he just [clicks tongue]

'Cause he doesn't want the cops to know he tampered with evidence

or stole the ring.

I just need to find Jake, make sure he brings them the hand and the ring.

Well, as long as you give me your word

these beauties will stay where they are,

how may I be of service?

You still got that old flip phone back there in lost and found?

I've been calling Jake all morning, but he ain't picking up.

-You think he's screening your calls? -Yeah.

I think he knows Kayla must have asked for my help,

and I think he knows whatever he's doing now, it's a bad idea.

[Wish clicks tongue]

So if I get his voicemail again, do me a favor.

You leave him a message.

Tell him, "You won a radio contest."

Tell him anything it takes for him to call back on this number.

-If I do it, he'll recognize my voice. -First, a question.

Your interest in helping Kayla, I mean, that's, uh

It's purely neighborly, yeah?

Help me find her brother. I'll tell her you were the hero.

You can ask her out. How about that?

I'm just making sure I'm not overstepping,

seeing as how you and Emi Ochoa are just buddies or whatever.

Supposedly.

[DA] Believe me, Emi, I wish I had better news.

It's not for a lack of trying. I have two ADAs on your father's case.

I'm working them so hard, I think they might retire.

I was surprised when Dante Garcetti's alibi checked out.

Oh, you and me both,

but he's just one of a dozen suspects the state police have cleared.

The deeper they dig, the colder this thing gets.

[chattering]

My father made a lot of enemies.

-He made a lot of friends too. -[sighs]

I know. He was complicated.

But do you really think I'd get elected DA without Victor Ochoa?

There isn't a politician in this state who doesn't wanna see justice done.

Whoever killed him will not get away with it.

-Emi, are you okay? -Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Janis.

It's the least I can do.

The moment that I have somebody in my sights, you'll be the first to know.

Thanks.

[♪ gentle music playing]

[Emi] Oh, funny running into you again.

Um, sorry. Have we met?

No, but maybe that's the point.

Two days ago, you were outside my office,

and then I saw you a few times near my brother's place. Now here.

I don't know what to tell you.

I don't remember you.

You know, maybe Fort Lauderdale just isn't that big.

Are you following me?

Who are you working for?

[sighs] Lady, whatever this is, I'm not interested.

[Caribbean music playing]

-Uh, can't help you, young fella. -Are you sure?

-You didn't really look at the picture. -What good would it do?

I'm legally blind and my memory is shot.

Even if it wasn't, I don't think I bought any championship rings today.

Odds are I'd remember that.

Yes, you probably would.

Um, just to be sure, uh, can I take a look at your jewelry case?

Or do you have a sports memorabilia section I can look at?

I got a cricket bat autographed by Pat Sajak.

-That help you any? -Uh

[phone ringing]

-Give me a minute, okay? -Mmm.

Jake, hey. There you are.

-R.J.? Is that you? -[R.J.] Yeah, it sure is.

I'm sorry about the phony voicemail,

but you are a hard man to get a hold of.

So, just to be clear, I-I don't have a great aunt who died?

[R.J.] No, you do not,

and you definitely don't have an inheritance coming your way.

The estate attorney that called

and left you that message, that was a friend.

[Jake] He sounded so professional.

Yeah. Um, so can you guess why me and Kayla left all those other messages?

She told you about the hand.

She told me about the hand.

Look, I just didn't wanna catch hell from her, you or anyone, you know?

Not till I had some good news, and I do.

I figured out how to get the ring off.

Turned that bad boy into some cash too.

Jake, you don't get it.

You have to bring the hand and the ring to the police.

Both of them together.

R.J., me and Kayla got shot at, okay?

You don't think we should get a little something-something for our trouble?

What you're gonna get is a little jail time

-if you don't listen to what I'm saying. -[Jake] Relax, okay?

I'ma go get the hand right now, and I'll bring it right to the po-po.

Wait. Where's the hand now?

-[Jake] Uh-oh. -[R.J.] Uh-oh. What's "uh-oh"?

[stammers] The black pickup. The one that was chasing me and Kayla.

It's right behind me.

-[stammers] I gotta go. -[R.J.] No, no, no, no, no.

Do not hang up. New plan, okay?

Keep driving, go straight to the police station.

Yeah, that-that-that's probably a good idea.

[intense music plays]

[horn honks]

Jake?

[R.J.] Jake?

-[siren wailing] -[machine beeping]

[paramedic] Ready? Go. Let's go.

[person] Is that dude gonna live?

[Mel] EMT said he was unconscious but stable,

but obviously, it was a bad crash.

[R.J.] Tell her what you told me.

He saw the black pickup truck,

the one driven by the guy who shot at Jake and Kayla yesterday.

Saw that guy too, or at least his back.

After the crash, the little pink car wasn't just crushed,

it was on fire.

But the guy in the pickup walked right up to it,

stuck his arm in, pulled the driver out, flames and all.

We were talking about your suspect. Now he's a hero?

He still is our suspect. Listen.

Pickup guy was giant. I mean, like, all muscle.

I thought he was a hero too, but then as soon as he saved the pink car dude,

-he started yelling at him. -What was he yelling?

-[suspect] Which one? Which one? -[Jake groans]

I couldn't hear much, but he kept asking,

"Which one? Which one?" Again and again.

Pink car dude, he couldn't answer him.

He was out cold.

When the big guy heard the cops coming, boom, he bailed,

jumped in his truck and took off.

-And you never saw his face? -No,

but like I said, he's huge, total meat-planet.

He had to be on, like, gigaroids, you know what I mean?

So, your client's brother finds a severed hand,

only instead of bringing it to the police, he takes it on the run.

He's looking for a way to get a big ring off one of the fingers.

He finds a way.

He stashes the hand someplace, sells the ring,

tells you he's going back for the hand, when, bam, he gets T-boned,

but lucky for him, the guy who tried to kill him yesterday

is there to save his life today.

I mean, don't you just love being a cop in Florida?

Oh, I love it. [sighs]

So the guy that pulled Jake out of his car,

obviously, he's the one that cut off the hand,

obviously, he's the one that wants it back,

but with Jake out of commission--

You're worried he'll go after your client next.

I already have a car on the way to take her to be with her brother.

I'm gonna start looking into hospitals, urgent cares, morgues,

see if anyone's been admitted missing a hand.

We ID the victim, maybe we can ID the suspect.

Ah, no, I may have a better way to do that.

You see this?

So it-it's part of a prescription label.

It was stuck to the side of the cooler the hand was in.

"Nandrolone."

-Okay, so not a gigaroid, but a steroid. -Yeah.

And then there's two words here.

They're smudged. That looks like "Beach Boulevard" to me.

There's a gym out there

where you find the kind of guy that fits the description we got.

So I'm gonna go out there

and see if anyone knows a guy with a black pickup truck and a bad temper.

You want me to come with?

No, I have a very motivated partner on this one.

[Wish] Well, I gotta admit,

performance-enhancing drugs sure do enhance performance.

I guess the description I got doesn't really narrow things down.

Almost everyone here is a meat-planet.

Hell, well, tell you what, start with that guy there on the bench.

The one with all the prison ink? Why?

You see that red crown on his neck? It means he's in Red Kings.

Now, I myself have never been a member,

but when I did my stretch down in South Bay, I got to know a few.

-Yeah. -[chuckles] Those boys loved me.

I mean, I don't know, man. He looks a little, uh

Arj, Arj, Arj, Arj, I'm a people person.

-Take it easy. -I got this.

[♪ gentle music playing]

-Yo, big man. -[claps]

Need a spot?

[suspenseful music plays]

[sighs]

[Kayla] It was enormous. A bunch of diamonds

and a m-muscle guy holding a barbell in the middle.

[phone ringing]

Hey.

Hey, I want to hire a private investigator.

-Know any good ones? -Uh

[Emi] That was a joke.

I want to hire you.

Emi, I'm sorry. I gotta call you back.

What, you think because you see a King you can hang with one?

Wait, no, no, no, no. [chuckles]

[stammers] I think there's a-a misunderstanding.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, everything okay? Everything good here?

Oh, you want some too? Is this your boy?

People person, huh?

Whoa! No, no, no, no. Let's not, kids. All right, let's just not.

Mike, take it easy or, better yet, take it out on the weights.

Hey, gentlemen, you seem lost. Let me help you find your way.

-[R.J.] Yeah. -[Wish] Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry about that.

Hope you guys weren't looking for a gym membership.

-I'm Carmine. -Hey. [chuckles]

And I'd say welcome to my gym, but it doesn't look like you're gonna be.

Well, I'm R.J. Decker. I'm a private investigator.

We're looking for someone that might work out here.

He drives a black pickup truck.

No, look, I know what these guys lift.

I can't tell you what they drive.

What about

-What about this guy? -[Carmine] Oh, that's John Fender.

-You know him? -Everybody knows him.

For a while, he was the guy around here.

Well, he's the guy everywhere, world champ.

[stammers] You got, uh, an address, or a phone number or anything?

[chuckling] What, you guys think I'm in the habit

of giving my clients' personal information

out to any two stunods that come asking?

These two stunods are a little worried Mr. Fender might be hurt, maybe worse.

All right, well, here's what I'll do. I'll call John.

If I don't get him, I'll call some friends.

They don't get him, then I'll call you two. All right?

-Yeah, all right, okay. -All right. That's good.

[waves lapping]

[sighs]

Hey, sorry I couldn't talk before. Is everything okay?

How often is everything okay in the life of someone looking to hire a PI?

Not often.

I'm glad you came.

-There's something I want to show you. -[door closes]

[Emi] Come on.

He usually parks right over there.

The guy who's been following me.

[suspenseful music plays]

And you don't think he's a stalker.

Honestly, I might prefer a stalker.

Ever since my father's death,

Ochoa Development has become a magnet for lawsuits.

Some have merit, most don't. Honestly, it was probably overdue.

Victor kept the wolves at bay, didn't he?

His political influence made for a pretty big umbrella over the company.

And with him gone, the floodgates are wide open.

So you think this guy might be working

for one of the people suing you?

It could be a rival developer,

an activist group, some opportunist hoping to get rich.

I mean, he's out here all the time,

watching, sipping, keeping track of who comes and goes.

I was hoping you could find out whose payroll he's on.

If it is someone who's taking the company to court,

I think a judge will take a pretty dim view of this kind of behavior.

And he left all these here?

My little shadow loves his energy drinks and littering.

I'll take them to Mel.

I'll see if she can hook me up with someone in the crime lab.

[Kayla] The doctors, they say there's too much swelling in Jake's brain.

-They got him in a medically induced coma. -[R.J. sighs]

And they say he's going to be all right.

I just I don't know.

[Wish stammers] Hey, if you gotta be in a coma,

medically induced is probably the best kind, right?

Kayla, I-I-I know this is scary,

but we are going to find the guy that's been chasing Jake.

Me and Arj are hot on his trail.

Hey [stammers] why don't you show her that picture you took?

You know, the one of the guy we think got his hand cut off

and put in the cooler.

[♪ tense music playing]

[Kayla] That's definitely the same ring.

This man, John Fender [stammers]

you really think someone chopped off his hand just to steal it?

We do. Police found the shop where Jake pawned it.

They took the ring.

Any luck, Jake's prints won't be the only ones they find on it.

Yeah, yeah. We get a hit in that big, old database

-and, boom, we got our bad guy. -[thuds]

[Kayla] My trailer!

Oh, my God, that's the truck! That must be him. He must be here for me.

-Arj, what do you wanna do here? -Get down and stay down.

-Hey, w-where the hell you going? -I'm gonna go shoot him.

What? With what?

Call 911.

[panting] What?

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[shutter clicking]

[dog barking]

-[engine starts] -[shutter clicks]

[sighs]

-Brother, you good? -[R.J.] Yeah.

I never got an angle on his face, but I definitely got his plate.

[stammers] I'll show the cops when they get here.

The hell?

No freaking way.

Is this guy trying to get his own hand back?

[♪ gentle music playing]

[Kayla] I just don't understand.

When that cooler fell off this guy's truck,

was he, like, racing to get his hands sewn back on?

Makes sense to me. I'm pretty attached to all my limbs.

You know, it's good you got the plates and all,

but don't we know who our boy is?

I mean, we just got done telling Kayla

that we think the hand belongs to John Fender.

I mean, these pictures are of a man missing a hand.

Ipso facto, the guy that just left here is John Fender.

[stammers] I don't know.

I don't think whoever he was was coming here looking for a hand,

I think he wants the ring.

When he pulled Jake out of his car, he kept asking one question,

"Which one? Which one?"

I think Jake told him he sold the ring at a pawn shop.

-Big guy wanted to know -Which pawn shop.

Not to mention, it's a little late to be surgically reattaching a hand,

-don't you think? -Hmm. That puppy's got to stink by now.

But, if Jake told him to go to a pawn shop,

why did he have to come here, smash up all my Hummels?

Well, I don't know. Maybe Jake lied to him.

The ring wasn't at the shop he named, so he came here.

-Huh. -Oh, God.

There's a photo missing.

It was right there. It was of me.

It was at my uncle's bowling alley [stammers] on Jake's birthday.

Big guy must have took it.

Well, if he didn't get a good look at me yesterday,

he knows exactly what I look like now.

[siren wailing]

Okay, come on, calvary's here.

[police chatter on radio]

[Mel] So you never got his face?

If I got any closer, he might have shot me in mine.

Okay, nobody saw his face?

What about you, Pennywise?

Before I left, I ran that plate you sent me.

[Wish] Okay, so not John Fender.

He's the powerlifter who won the ring with all the dia--

Yeah, I know. We're looking for him too,

but you've got to get in line behind this guy, Eduardo Morales.

The black pickup truck that was here? It's registered to him.

He works for the Nicaraguan Consulate in Miami.

[R.J.] 6'2", 240.

Our guy looked bigger than that, didn't he?

I mean, I guess he could have bulked up

since this was taken, but I don't know.

It wouldn't surprise me.

Eduardo got swept up in a big steroid sting in 2024.

He ended up walking, not enough evidence,

but a few of his buddies weren't so lucky.

They all got hauled out of a gym called Carmine's.

Carmine's.

We made some friends there yesterday.

Got to be where Eduardo got a look at John Fender and his ring, right?

I got units heading to Eduardo's home and office as we speak.

But until we find him, you might want to think about

Finding a motel.

[scoffs] I got a couch

that I-I could sleep on.

-Really? -[chuckling] Yeah.

[stammers] I mean, if-if you guys are done with us

and I could take her back to my place, get her set up?

Are you sure?

-Car's right over here. -Thank you.

You know, I really doubt Eduardo's just gonna be sitting at home

waiting for the cops to come knocking on his door.

Guy seems like a man on a mission, looking for what he lost.

Okay, we beat him to the ring. Maybe we beat him to the hand too.

Run prints, confirm who it really belongs to.

Fingerprints, right. That reminds me,

do you know anybody in the crime lab

that might be able to run some for me?

It's for a different case I'm working. [stammers]

For Emi, actually.

-Oh, well, anything for a friend. -[chuckles]

I'll set you up with my favorite lab lady, Gertrude.

A bit odd, but hell, so are you.

[button pressing]

[elevator bell dings]

[person 2] Oh, R.J. Decker.

Hi. Step into my office. Trudy Harris.

Trudy, yeah, as in Gertrude, Mel's friend.

Yeah, yeah, no, I was just coming to see you.

You know, uh, what? I think we need to do this here.

Oh, uh, do what here?

It's just, if I take you down to the lab,

my colleagues are going to think we're dating.

[stammers] Why would they think that?

-You're very on brand for me. -Oh.

Yeah, okay. Mel said that you would need me to check these for prints?

-Yeah. -Okay.

The man who handled these was following your girlfriend?

[chuckling]

No, I mean, well, the guy that touched these was following someone,

just not my girlfriend.

-Why not? Is she ugly? -Mmm? No.

[gasps] Wait, are you superficial and you only date tens?

No [chuckling] no, no, of course not. It's just [stammers] I-I

-You're screwing with me. -Mmm.

-Give me a day, okay? -[chuckles]

-[elevator bell dings] -Oh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-One more thing, um-- -Sorry, R.J., we can't.

I'm I'm married.

I'm kidding. Definitely kidding. Very, very single.

Yeah, I'm just screwing with you again. I don't know why. It's so fun.

Yeah, yeah. No, I was just gonna say

I'm working the severed hand case,

and I was wondering if you guys managed to find anything

on the championship ring?

Heck yeah.

Traces of polydimethylsiloxane and perfluoropolyether lubricant compounds.

You're not a science guy, are you?

I have other strengths.

Hmm, okay. Well, they're chemicals

that can be found in industrial lubricants,

certain synthetic waxes like

Oh, lane conditioner found in bowling alleys.

It's slick stuff, viscous, you know.

It's probably what was used to remove the ring from the severed hand.

Got it. [stammers] So you'd find it at a bowling alley?

Yeah, a bowling alley, you know, the kind with bowling balls and pins.

[Wish] You know, your timing leaves a lot to be desired.

You know, Kayla was just telling me how she prefers a wiry physique

to the kind that Eduardo Morales has. [groans]

What are we doing here?

The ring, it had traces of bowling lane wax on it. [sighs]

I think Jake told Eduardo he left the severed hand at a bowling alley.

The missing picture of Kayla.

She said it was taken at her uncle's bowling alley.

So when Eduardo was screaming at Jake asking which one

He wasn't talking about a pawnshop after all.

He didn't take the picture of Kayla to find her. He took it to find this place.

[Wish] Ah.

[♪ "Camel Walk" playing]

-All right, so you're Jake. -Yeah.

Where would you hide a hand in here?

In with the rental shoes?

Stuffed in a pinsetter?

Or maybe it's waiting to be chosen in the claw machine.

-Wouldn't that be cute? -[shushes]

Keep an eye out.

Keep an eye out.

[♪ song continues]

♪ Yo, ye pharaohs, Let us walk ♪

♪ Through this barren desert In search of truth ♪

♪ And some pointy boots And maybe A few snack crackers ♪

[R.J. whistles]

♪ Baby, you make me wanna walk Like a camel ♪

♪ Walk ♪

[♪ song fades]

-[♪ dramatic music playing] -[sighs]

[line ringing]

[Mel] Hey.

I found where Jake stashed the hand, but it looks like Eduardo got here first.

Actually, he didn't.

What do you mean?

What I mean is Eduardo Morales didn't beat you to that hand.

He couldn't have.

I'm standing in his apartment.

He's been dead for days.

-What? -And it gets weirder.

He's missing his right hand too.

[Catherine] I gotta say, I do not think that this guy was driving

a black pickup two days ago, or kicking your neighbor's door in yesterday.

His name's Eduardo Morales,

and people I talked to who worked with him at the consulate

said nobody's seen him since Monday.

Yeah, yesterday, we were thinking that John Fender was our victim

and Eduardo was our bad guy, but maybe Wish had it right.

Maybe it was the other way around.

Maybe Fender was the one that tore up Kayla's trailer.

Let's say it was. Why is he missing [whispers] a hand?

Okay, my best, most insane guess, Eduardo wanted that ring.

He [whispering] chopped John Fender's hand off to get it.

Fender went to Eduardo's to get it back.

He cut off Eduardo's hand for revenge and then [whispers] shot him to death.

I said it was insane.

Well, Eduardo was still very much a steroid enthusiast.

He had enough trenbolone to turn you into Arnold Schwarzenegger.

I don't need shortcuts. I just started aqua aerobics.

-Give it time. -Okay.

All right, there-there's still a BOLO out on John Fender.

Any luck, we find him while he's still in possession of Eduardo's pickup

-and at least one severed-- -Hand.

Right?

There are two different steroid guys with missing hands.

One of them is dead.

The other is going around shooting at people.

It's rude to eavesdrop, mija , but yes.

Cool case.

Let's get you to school.

All right, let me know if Fender turns up.

I gotta go check on my other client.

Oh, that explains it,

why you're dressed so nice today, or at least nice for you.

Question is, is it for a certain ex or a certain lab lady?

This is how I always dress.

[Mel] Mm-hmm.

[chattering]

Trudy, hey.

Hey.

[stammers] I was seeing if you had any luck pulling prints off those cans.

Oh, you think I wouldn't have called you?

No, no, no, I just

I saw you and I thought maybe I'll just come--

Yeah, I find things, I call people.

-I don't find things, I don't call people. -I'm sorry,

do you mean that you looked, and you didn't find anything?

No, I just mean I'll call you when I call you, okay?

Hello, hon. Ah!

So it was the lab lady.

Listen, a patrol car just spotted John Fender

outside a boiled peanut stand in Coral Gables.

He's a big boy.

They got him waiting for us in Interview One.

-Come on if you're coming. -I'm coming. I'm coming.

Uh, yes, ma'am, that's my ring.

I mean, it was. I sold it last week.

You sold your world championship ring.

Why?

Eduardo really wanted it.

This is Eduardo Morales we're talking about, yeah?

Yes, sir.

We weren't close or anything, but I'd see him at the gym.

I knew he liked the ring.

Last week, he walked up to me, and he offered me 20 grand for it.

-Was it worth that much? -I guess to him, it was.

He said he thought it might help him impress the ladies.

I was at Eduardo's apartment yesterday.

Didn't strike me as the home of a man with 20K to throw around on jewelry.

[sighs]

-Mr. Fender? -I don't wanna get in any trouble.

If you didn't kill Eduardo,

the only way you can get into trouble is if you don't cooperate.

He said he took the money from his job.

At the consulate?

I guess some crook from Managua died in South Beach two weeks ago,

and the Nicaraguan government seized his crypto wallet.

It was locked in a safe at the consulate,

but Eduardo knew the combination.

He said it was simple, like, just five numbers.

I've owned suitcases with locks with more digits.

And get this, in that wallet, there was $23 million.

Apparently, Eduardo's bosses had no idea, so he helped himself.

He made a withdrawal to pay for the ring and then

put the wallet back in the safe.

Uh, check this out.

See these?

These are from the Pensacola Powerlifting Invitational.

That's me.

Last few days, I was up there, not down here.

So

-Can I go? -[R.J.] Yeah, one more thing.

Do you know if Eduardo told anyone else about how he got that money?

He wasn't shy about it.

He actually thought it was funny.

Uh, there definitely were a couple of other guys within earshot

when he told me about it.

I can get you the names.

Okay, gracias .

Nicaraguan Consulate confirmed it.

Crypto wallet's real, but they insist it's still in their possession.

I mean, that tracks, right?

Sounded like Eduardo only siphoned off a taste, yeah?

And then bragged about it in front of a bunch of guys

with more steroids in their bodies than blood.

Might as well have painted a target on his back, or I guess his hand.

I was able to put some faces to the names Fender gave us,

guys who overheard Eduardo talking about the money he took.

Mike Haskins. I met him. Anger issues, not a fan of Wish.

Both hands, though. And

-[Mel] Todd Prentice. -And this guy.

Leon Durham. Okay, one of them's gotta be missing a hand.

I mean, even if he is, it doesn't prove he's the killer.

Look, if you're worried about him coming after your neighbor again,

don't be.

We're in good shape.

Every cop in South Florida is looking for that black pickup he stole.

We'll find the truck. Plus the gun.

Both will tie him to the shooting, the crash, whatever else he's been up to.

Trust me, he's as good as got.

[♪ "Same Days" playing]

[chuckling]

Oh, look who's back.

Nuh-oh. No Carmine here to save you today.

No, just me.

We need to talk, Mike.

About what?

Your buddy, Eduardo Morales, he was murdered.

Search of his apartment turned up evidence

he was buying a lot of steroids and peptides from you.

[Mel] I'm not sure it's enough to press charges,

but it's definitely enough to open an investigation if I want.

You help us out with something, maybe I don't.

[Mike sighs]

Can we talk someplace else?

It wasn't just me who heard Eduardo bragging about all that crypto, okay?

Yeah, we know. Todd Prentice and Leon Durham were there too.

You're gonna wanna tell me something I don't know.

[exhales] All right, well, anytime Eduardo would talk about how easy it was

to get the money out of this wallet,

Todd's eyes would pop out of his skull. So he's definitely your guy.

-What makes you so sure? -Because a couple of nights ago,

I'm in here and I hear screaming come from the back office.

I turn, I see Todd run out.

He's holding his wrist, but his hand's, like, gone.

Carmine is right behind him holding a giant meat cleaver,

-chasing him, yelling -Don't tell me you lost it!

Now go find it or

"Next time I'm gonna cut your head off."

-Wait, wait, wait, Carmine? -Yeah.

The little guy?

Who's the toughest, meanest guy in Goodfellas ?

It's Pesci, right?

That's Carmine.

What? Are you saying he's got mob connections?

I'm saying he used to, in New Jersey.

Retires to Fort Laud a couple years ago, buys this place,

but everybody here knows, don't get on his bad side.

He's liable to sic his old friends on you.

-Okay, where's Carmine now? -[Mike sighs]

He didn't come in today, which is weird.

He's gotta know the heat's on.

If it wasn't, you two wouldn't be here, right?

[Mel] I had Ragsdale pull Carmine's sheet, and wow.

Everything from racketeering to curb stomping. He's done it all.

Yeah, not the first mobster to retire to the Sunshine State, I guess.

No. The question is, what the hell are he and Todd Prentice up to?

Obviously, Carmine sent Todd to Eduardo's apartment the other day,

but for what? A ring worth 20 grand?

I mean, his gym's gotta be worth a couple mil.

Why go to so much trouble for such a little score?

I don't know. I'm thinking the same thing.

Todd Prentice lost that cooler two days ago.

He went to the gym. He told Carmine.

Carmine goes biblical, takes a hand for a hand,

tells Todd he has to go find my neighbor's car, get Eduardo's hand back.

And he followed them like a Terminator till he did, but why?

[Wish] She didn't like her bowl cut?

[Kayla] "I told you, Granny,

-I really only cut dog hair." -[chuckles]

At least something good's coming out of all this.

Then there's you and Trudy, of course.

I don't think so.

Oh, what happened? She didn't like your shirt?

[chuckles] I don't know.

Yesterday, a few sparks. Today [blows]

I just thought of one more thing that doesn't make sense.

If John Fender ever wore his ring to the gym,

no way did he keep it on when he was lifting.

If he put it in his locker, Carmine could've just taken it from there.

-The old five-finger discount, you know? -[R.J.] Mm-hmm.

Wait, say that again.

-What was that? Five fingers? -What?

I think I might understand it now.

I think I know why Carmine and Todd went to all that trouble.

We thought it was about the ring. It wasn't.

Come on, we gotta go.

-Go where? -Miami. I just hope we're not too late.

[glass shatters]

-[thuds] -[groans]

Would you relax?

-Did you hear an alarm? -No.

Right, it's 'cause my guy cut the cameras too.

Now go.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Go ahead, you do it.

[Todd groans]

[beeping]

[beeps]

Do it again.

[beeping]

-[beeps] -What?

What the hell is wrong with you?

-It's my first hand scanner. -Move, let me do it.

[beeping]

-It's not my fault. -Well, help me out.

[beeping]

[Mel] Yeah, that's not gonna work.

We made some changes.

Eduardo no longer has access.

-[officer] Police, hands up. -[gun cocks]

-[officer 2] Hands up! -[officer 3] Hands up.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[Carmine] I heard you helped set the table for all of this.

-You must be smarter than you look. -Well, I can count to five.

That's why I was surprised the other day when someone told us

Eduardo said the safe here had only a five-number code.

Tonight, I started to wonder if that's not exactly what he said.

Wouldn't it make more sense if it had a five-digit code?

I should've let the guys at the gym kill you when I had the chance.

I think you're gonna come to have some deeper regrets.

[Jake exhales] There was a light, you know?

This beautiful voice calling me home.

Then it kinda shifted.

It's almost like I was watching Minions, but I was Gru.

Almost dying is crazy.

Anyway, I'ma start going to church.

That's nice, Jake. I mean, you've got a lot to be grateful for.

[Jake] No joke.

I can't thank you enough, Wish.

Kayla told me about everything you did [chuckling] to get those bad guys.

[chuckling] Yeah,

well, um I did have some help from my little buddy here.

Oh.

What did you do with the money I got from pawning that ring?

Unbelievable.

What? I-I was just asking.

This is what you're just asking about?

Hi.

Hi, are you here waiting [chuckling] on me?

I, uh I come in peace.

Actually, I, uh I came here to apologize.

Okay, for what?

-Uh, honestly, I'm not sure. -[stammers, chuckles]

[stammers] I should have waited for you to get back to me about the fingerprints.

[stammers] I'm sorry if that felt presumptuous.

No, it wasn't. Honestly, that's

It's not why I blew you off.

I actually wanted to help you. I just, uh,

couldn't.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[panting]

[R.J.] Why? What's going on?

I'm really not supposed to say. But it's all gonna come out today anyway,

so yes, I did get fingerprints off of those cans.

I ran them, and I got a hit.

I just couldn't say anything because it's part of an open investigation.

So the guy who's been following my friend, he's under investigation?

[Trudy] No, he's not the one under investigation, R.J.

He's a cop.

[siren blaring]

Sorry, what are you saying?

Ms. Ochoa. Ryan Breen, State Police.

I'm gonna need you to give me your hands. Come on.

Emi Ochoa, you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

I'm saying that the state police have a file an inch thick

on your friend, Emi Ochoa.

They've got her dead to rights.

[sirens wailing in distance]

She killed her father.

[♪ music continues]