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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.

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.

Well,

hold on.

Christopher Cross killed Jane, guys. What?

That's what the man said, Caleb.

For real.

Same yacht rock.

That's his next rock.

Can you just hush? You are mingling a beautiful song.

Yeah, you wish you had these pipes.

I am many things, baby brother.

Jealous of you? Name one of them.

What are

you looking at?

Free cooler.

Jake. Jake!

Jake! Just leave it be.

It was crazy.

The guy just kept shooting at us. I didn't think we were going to get away.

But then I ducked off a Sugarland Highway and somehow lost him on the back

roads. But 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 the... 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. You know my brother.

Never met a bad situation he couldn't make worse. But the cooler, just to go

back first... RJ, 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, RJ.

You just gotta... Caleb, I want to help you. I really do. 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 muscle guy holding a barbell in the middle.

Like a Super Bowl ring, you know?

But for weightlifters.

And it was in the cooler?

Yeah.

It was sort of...

Stuck.

Stuck.

Kayla, is that blood?

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.

That's it, just, huh.

Well, on the one hand, you're telling me about a very comely damsel in distress.

You know, I've noticed Kayla Treadwell several times, washing dogs in that

little kiddie pool next to your trailer.

She's lovely.

So I am 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.

Meat Hook Maniac.

The Handyman.

Yeah, I can already see his trophy room just hands lined up in jars on his

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

Jake said in his note he was going to bring the hand to the cops only after he

got the ring off. Well, not to be indelicate, but why didn't he just...

Because 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 him 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 on 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.

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

You leave him a message. Tell him we won a radio contest. Tell him anything it

takes for him to call back on this number. If I do, it'll just recognize my

voice. First, a question.

Your interest in helping Kayla, I mean, that's purely neighborly, yeah?

I'll be fine, 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 Emmy Ochoa are just

buddies or whatever.

Supposedly.

Believe me, Emmy, 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. 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.

My father made a lot of enemies.

He made a lot of friends, too.

I know. He was complicated.

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

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

Whoever killed him will not get away with it.

Emmy, are you okay? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Janice. It's the least I can do.

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

Thanks.

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? Lady.

Whatever this is, I'm not interested.

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's 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?

Uh... Give me a minute, okay?

Jake! Hey, there you are.

RJ?

That you?

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 don't have a great aunt, would I?

No, you do not, and you definitely don't have an inheritance coming your way. The

state attorney that called and left you the message, that was a friend.

Hey, you sound 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.

I didn't want to catch hell from her, you, anyone, you know?

Not until I had some good news.

And I do. I figured I had to get the ring off. Turn 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.

All right, Jake.

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. Relax, okay?

I'm gonna go get the hand right now, and I'll...

Bring it right to the po-po. Wait.

Where's the hand now?

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh? What's uh-oh?

Pick up the one that was chasing me and Kayla.

It's right behind me.

I gotta go. No, no, no. Do not hang up. New plan, okay?

Keep driving and go straight to the police station. Yeah, that's probably a

good idea.

Jake?

Is that dude gonna live?

AMT said he was unconscious but stable, but obviously it was a bad crash.

Tell her what you told me. He saw the black pickup truck, the one driven by

the guy who shot at Jake and Kaylee yesterday.

Saw the 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.

Well, I thought we were talking about your suspect. No, 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 me. What was he yelling?

Which one?

Which one?

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. No, you never saw his face? No.

But like I said, he's huge. Total meat planet.

He had to be on, like, gigaroids.

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, and 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.

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's part of a prescription label. It was stuck to the side of the cooler the

hand was in.

Nandrolone. Okay, so not a gigeroid, but a steroid. Yeah, and then there's two

words here. There's smudge, but 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.

Well, I gotta admit,

Performance enhance the drugs. Sure do enhance performance.

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

Almost everyone here is a meat planet.

Yeah, well, I'll 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?

That 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.

Those boys love me.

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

orange. I'm a people person.

Take it easy.

I got this.

Yo, big man!

What?

Need a spot?

It was enormous.

Bunch of diamonds and a muscle guy holding a barbell in the middle.

Hey. Hey. I want to hire a private investigator.

Know any good ones?

Uh... That was a joke.

I want to hire you.

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

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

No, no, no.

I think there's a misunderstanding here. Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Everything okay? Everything good here?

You want some, too? Is this your boy?

People person, huh? Oh, 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.

Gentlemen, you seem lost. Let me help you find your way. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry about that. Hope you guys weren't looking for a gym membership.

I'm Carmine, and I'd say welcome to my gym, but...

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.

Oh, look, I know what these guys lift. I can't tell you what they drive.

What about... Oh, this guy.

Oh, that's John Fender.

You know him?

Everybody knows him. I mean, for a while, he was the guy around here.

Well, he's the guy everywhere.

World champ.

Hey, you got an address or a phone number or anything?

Well, you guys think I'm in the habit of giving my clients personal information

out to any two-stoon odds I come asking? These two-stoon odds are a little

worrying. Mr. Fenner might be hurt. Maybe worse.

All right.

Well, here's what I'll do.

I'll call John.

And if I don't get him, I'll call some friends. They don't get him.

And then I'll call you two. All right?

Yeah. All right. Okay. Thank you.

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.

Yeah. So,

there usually parks right over there. The guy who's been following me.

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. Yeah, 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?

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 taken the company to court, I think a judge would 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 him to Mel. I'll see if she can hook me up with someone in the crime

lab.

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

They got him in a medically induced coma.

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

I just, I don't know.

Hey, if you gotta be in a coma, medically induced is probably the best

kind, right?

Kayla, I know this is scary, but we are going to find the guy that's been

chasing Jake. Me and Arge are hot on his trail.

Hey, 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?

That's definitely the same ring.

This man, John Fender, 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.

My trailer!

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

All right, Arch, what do you want to do here? Get down and stay down.

Hey, where the hell are you going? I'm gonna go shoot him. What? With what?

Call 911.

Brother, you good?

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

I'll show the cops when they get here.

What the hell?

No freaking way.

Is this guy trying to get his own hand back?

I just don't understand.

When that cooler fell off this guy's truck, was he, like, racing to get his

hands on back on?

That 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. 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? That puppy's got to stink by now.

But if Jake told him to go to a pawn shop, why'd 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.

Oh, God.

There's a photo missing. It was right there. It was of me.

It was at my uncle's bowling alley 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.

Okay, come on, Calvin was here.

Oh, so you never got his face?

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

Okay, so nobody saw his face?

What about you, Pennywise?

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

Okay, so not John Fender.

He's a powerlifter who won the ring with all the guys. Yeah, 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 Nicaraguan consulate in Miami.

6'2", 240.

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

I mean, I guess he got a ball tip 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.

Gotta 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.

I got a couch that I could sleep on.

Really? Yeah.

I mean, if you guys are done with it, I could take her back to my place, get her

set up.

Oh, are you sure?

Oh, yeah. You know,

I really doubt Eduardo's just going to 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 and 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.

It's for Emmy, actually.

Oh, well, anything for a friend.

I'll set you up with my favorite lab lady, Gertrude. A bit odd, but... hell,

so are you.

RJ 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 what?

I think we need to do this here.

Oh, do what here?

It's just if I take you down to the lab, my colleagues are going to think we're

dating.

Why would they think that?

You're very on brand for me.

Oh.

Yeah. Okay, Mel said that you need me to check these four prints. Yeah. Okay, the

man who handled these was following your girlfriend?

No, I mean, well, the guy that touched these was following someone, just not my

girlfriend. Why not?

Is she ugly?

Wait, are you superficial and you only date tens? No, no, no, no, of course

not. It's just me.

I... You're screwing with me.

Give me a day, okay?

Oh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

One more thing.

Sorry, RJ, we can't. I'm married.

I'm kidding.

Definitely kidding. Very, very single. Yeah, I'm just ring with you again. I

don't know why. It's so fun.

Yeah, yeah. No, I was just going to say, I'm working the severed hand case. I was

wondering if you guys managed to find anything on the championship ring.

Heck yeah.

Traces of polydimethylsiloxane and perfluoropolyethyl lubricant compounds.

You're not...

A science guy, are you?

I have other strengths.

Hmm, okay. Well, there are chemicals that can be found in industrial

lubricants, certain synthetic waxes, like, ooh, 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. So you'd find it in a bowling alley? Yeah, a bowling alley. You know,

the kind with, like, bowling balls and pins.

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.

What are we even doing here? The ring, it had traces of bowling lane wax on it.

I think Jake told Eduardo he left a 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 pawn shop after all. He didn't take the picture of Kayla to find

her. He took it to find this place.

All

right,

so you're Jake.

Yeah. Where would you hide a hand in here?

In with the rental shoes?

Stuffed in pin center.

Hey, maybe it's waiting to be chosen in a claw machine.

Wouldn't that be cute?

Keep an eye out.

What? Keep an eye out.

Yo, ye pharaohs! Let us walk through this barren desert in search of

truth and some horny boots and maybe a few snack crackers.

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.

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 John Fender was her victim and Eduardo's her

bad guy, but maybe Wish had it right. Maybe he was the other way around. Maybe

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

Well, you'll say he was. Why is he missing him?

Okay, my best, most insane guess.

Eduardo wanted that ring.

He 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 shot him to death.

I said it wasn't sane. Well, Eduardo was still very much a steroid enthusiast. He

had enough Tremblone to turn you into Arnold Schwarzenegger.

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

Give it time.

Okay, all right. There's still a bolo out on John Fender.

Any luck, we find him only still in possession of Eduardo's pickup and at

least one severed hand.

Right?

There. 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 me, huh?

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 are you dressed so nice today? Or at least nice for you.

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

Is this how I always dress?

Mm-hmm.

And did you get a good look?

Trudy, hey.

Hey. I was just seeing if you had any luck pulling prints out of those cans.

Oh, you think I wouldn't have called you? No, no, no, I just saw you and I

thought maybe I'll just call you. You know, 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?

Ah, so it was the lab lady.

Listen, 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.

Mr.

Fender? I don't want to 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.

Don't 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... Put the wallet back in the safe.

Oh, 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?

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 other guys with an 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.

Men bragged about it in front of a bunch of guys with more steroids in their

bodies than blood.

I also have painted a target on his back. Or, I guess, his hand.

Yeah, I was able to put some faces to the name 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... Todd Prentice.

And this guy.

Leon Durham.

Okay, one of them's got to be missing a hand.

I mean, even if he is, it doesn't prove he's a 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 the times of the shooting, the crash, whatever else he's been up to.

Trust me.

He's as good as God.

Oh, look who's back.

Uh-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.

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.

Can we talk someplace else?

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

We know. Todd Prentice and Leon Durham were there, too.

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

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 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's right behind him, holding the giant meat cleaver, chasing him,

yelling. Don't tell me you lost it. Now go find it! Next time, I'm gonna cut

your head off. Wait, wait, wait. Carmine. 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 Loud a couple years ago, buys this place.

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

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

Okay, where's Carmine now?

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?

Had rags, Dale pulled Carmine's sheet.

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 Prentiss 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 ham 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?

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?

I don't know.

Yesterday, a few sparks.

Today... 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 have just taken it from

there. The old five-finger discount, you know? Mm-hmm.

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.

Would you relax?

Did you hear an alarm?

No. Right.

That's because my guy cut the cameras too.

Now go.

Go ahead.

You do it.

Do it again.

What the hell is wrong with you? It's my first hand scanner. Let me do it.

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

Yeah, that's not gonna work.

We made some changes.

Eduardo no longer has access.

Police! Hands up! Don't move!

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.

And 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 have let the guys at the gym kill you when I had the chance.

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

And there was a light, you know, this beautiful voice calling me home.

And it kind of shifted.

It's almost like I was watching Minions.

But I was, bro.

Almost dying. It's crazy.

Anyway, I'm going to start going to church.

That's nice, Jack. Yeah, you've got a lot to be grateful for. No joke.

I can't thank you enough, Wish.

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

Yeah. Well, I did have some help from my little buddy here. Oh.

What'd you do with the money I got from calling that ring?

Unbelievable. What?

I was just asking.

This is what you're just asking about?

Hi. Hi. Are you... You're waiting on me? I come in peace.

Actually, I came here to apologize.

Okay, for what?

Honestly, I'm not sure.

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

I am 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... I couldn't.

Why? What's going on?

I'm really not supposed to say.

But it's all going to 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's been following my friend. He's under investigation.

No, he's not the one under investigation, RJ.

He's a cop.

Sorry, what are you saying?

Ms. Ochoa?

Ryan Breen, State Police.

We need you to give me your hands.

Come on.

Emmy 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, Emmy Ochoa.

They've got her dead to rights.

She killed her father.