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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.

The task force to try to find your dad's killer.

Have you heard anything from them?

My father and the D.A. 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.

♪ I was born the son of a lawless man ♪

♪ Always 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. This is gangsta 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.

Dude!

Wha...

Would you look at that?

Free cooler!

Jake. Jake!

Jake! Just leave it be!

Check it out! Brand-new!

Oh, my God! Kayla! Go!

Faster! Go!

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.

But you and Jake, you're both alright?

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." But you know my brother.

Never met a bad situation he couldn't make worse!

Uh, but the cooler. Just to go back for a second.

R.J., our car is bright pink... Mm-hmm.

...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 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-- 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-- 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.

Huh.

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 of hers 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.

Alright. Maybe not a dozen.

I'm already thinking of nicknames.

The Claw. Meathook Maniac.

The Handy Man.

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 gonna bring

the hand to the cops only after he got the ring off, so...

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 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.

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

You leave him a message.

Tell him he won a radio contest.

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

If I do it, he'll just recognize my voice.

First, a question.

Your interest in helping Kayla,

I mean, that's, uh, 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.

Right. Supposedly.

Believe me, Emi, I wish I had better news.

It's not for a lack of trying.

I have two A.D.A's 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.

Yeah, 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 D.A.

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.

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.

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?

Lady, whatever this is, I'm not interested.

Ah. 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. Just to be sure,

can I take a look at your jewelry case?

Or do you have a sports-memorabilia

section I can look at?

We got a cricket bat autographed by Pat Sajak.

That help you any? Uh...

Give me a minute, okay?

Jake. Hey. There you are.

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

I'm sorry about the phony voicemail,

but you are a hard man to get ahold of.

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

No, you do not, and you definitely

don't have an inheritance coming your way.

The estate attorney that called and left you the message,

that was a friend.

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 want to catch hell from her

or 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 know, I think we should get a little

somethin'-somethin' 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-a 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"?

T-The pickup, the one that was chasing me and Kayla,

it's right behind me.

I-I gotta go!

No, no, no, no, no. Do not hang up.

New plan. Okay?

Keep driving and go straight to the police station.

Yeah, t-that's probably a good idea.

Jake?!

Jake!

Alright! Ready to go! Let's go!

Sign Spinner: Is that dude gonna live?

The EMT 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 Kayla 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.

I thought 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 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.

And you never saw his face? No.

But like I said, he's huge.

Total meat planet.

He had to be on, like, giga roids.

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 smashes 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.

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 him 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 I.D. the victim, maybe we can I.D. 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 giga roid, but a steroid.

Yeah. And then there's two words here.

They're smudged, 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, you gotta admit, performance enhancing 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, 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, those boys love me.

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

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

I got this.

Yo, big man. 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.

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

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

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I-I-I think there's a misunderstanding.

Hey, oh, oh, oh. Everything okay? Everything good here?

Oh, 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, yeah.

I'm sorry about that.

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

I'm Carmine. 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.

Look, I know what these guys lift.

I can't tell you what they drive.

What about-- What about 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.

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 stunads that come asking?

These two "stunads" 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, and then I'll call you two, all right?

Yeah. All right. Okay.

That's good. 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 P.I.?

Not often.

I'm glad you came.

There's something I want to show you.

He usually parks right over there.

The guy who's been following me.

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.

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.

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 was 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 'em 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.

I mean, hey, if you got to 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 Arj 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!

Arj, 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.

Oh, my God.

Brother, you good?

Yeah. Never got an angle on his face,

but I definitely got his plate.

I'll show the cops when they get here.

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 hand sewn back on?

It makes sense to me.

I'm pretty attached to all my limbs.

You know, it's good that 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?

Mm, that puppy's gotta 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. Cavalry's here.

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--

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 is registered to him.

He works for the Nicaraguan consulate in Miami.

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 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?

I got a couch.

That-- That I-I could sleep on.

Really? Yeah.

I mean, if you guys are done with this

and I can take her back to my place, get her set up.

Go. Are you sure?

Thank you. Oh, yeah. Car's right over here.

You know, I really doubt Eduardo is 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.

It's for Emi, 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.

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 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 gonna 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 for 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? Mm?

Is she ugly? Wait, are you superficial,

and you only date 10s?

No, no, no, no, of course not.

It's just--

You're screwing with me.

Give me a day, okay?

Oh, yeah, 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,

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-- you'd find that at 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 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 pawn shop after all.

He didn't take the picture of Kayla to find her.

He took it to find this place.

Ah.

All right, so, you're Jake.

Yeah.

Where would you hide a hand in here?

In with the rental shoes? Stuffed in the pin-setter?

Hey, maybe it's waiting to be chosen in the 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 pointy boots ♪

♪ And maybe a few snack crackers ♪

♪ Baby, you make me want to walk like a camel ♪

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.

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 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.

Well, say it was. Why is he missing a...

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 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's--

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.

Mm-hmm.

Trudy. Hey. Hey.

Um, I was just 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--

Yeah, 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?

Oh. 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.

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.

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 within earshot

when he told me about it.

I can get you their 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. Yeah. 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...

Todd Prentice.

And this guy.

Leon Durham.

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

I mean, even if he is, 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 will tie him to the shooting, the crash,

whatever else he's been up to.

Trust me, he's as good as got.

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, any time 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, and I see Todd run out.

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

Carmine's 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? 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 sic 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 Ragsdale pull 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 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?

At least some 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, pbht.

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.

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.

Would you relax? Did you hear an alarm?

No. Right.

That's 'cause my guy cut the cameras, too.

Now go.

Go ahead. You do it.

Do it again.

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! Hands up!

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.

There was a light, you know?

This beautiful voice calling me home.

Then it kind of shifted.

It's almost like I was watching Minions,

but I was Gru.

Almost dying is crazy.

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

That's nice, Jake. I mean, 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 old buddy here.

Oh.

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

Unbelievable. What?

I was just asking.

This is what you're just asking about?

Hey.

Hi. Are you here waiting 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.

But I should have waited for you to get back to me

about the fingerprints.

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, 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 that's been following my friend,

he's under investigation?

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

He's a cop.

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.

She killed her father.