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Previously on RJ Decker. I'm Emmy Ochoa.

Lucas is my stepbrother.

And that's the man who almost killed him.

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

murdered father.

The task force that would try to find your dad's killer. Have you heard

anything from them? My father and the DA were close.

Whoever killed him will not get away with it.

I know I told you I needed some time, but I think what I really needed was...

A friend.

The state police have a file on Emmy Ochoa.

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

You've got her dead to rights.

She killed her father.

the ashes

If you could just let me know anything you find out, I would really appreciate

it. Okay. Now, you arrested Emmy? No, not me and not my guys. State police.

Part of the task force. The charge is bold. She didn't kill her father. I

know. Yeah, well, we were with her that night. I said, I know.

I was just talking to my captain, giving him the same earful you're giving me.

But the situation's worse than you think.

They have evidence.

What kind of evidence could they have if she didn't do it?

Task force executed no-knock search on her condo two days ago. I didn't know

until just now.

They found a 9mm Beretta Compact hidden in a wall vent.

Ballistics from the gun matched the slugs they pulled from the victim.

It's the gun that killed Victor Ochoa.

Emmy, Richard, you both know ADA Kodo.

We assume you want to discuss a plea?

You assume wrong.

Then why did you ask to talk?

So that...

You and I could talk, Janice. This whole thing is ridiculous.

How long have we known each other?

A long time. A long time.

My dad backed your first campaign when I was still in college.

You're the one who convinced me to go to law school. You can't possibly believe I

did this.

I wouldn't have, but the facts are hard to ignore.

What facts?

The gun the police found? For starters. Somebody planted it there.

I've been staying at my brother's place the last two months. My place has been

empty. Something the police are clearly aware of, given their surveillance of

Ms. Okshoa. We think it's obvious she's being framed.

Not obvious to us. With her father gone, your client inherits his real estate

empire. I didn't want his real estate empire.

Even if I had, I didn't have to kill him to get it.

He'd always planned for me to take over. Your father's guards saw the two of you

fighting outside his house the day he was murdered.

From their statements, it sounded pretty heated. You know we had our

disagreements. I'm not denying that. You're also forgetting my client has an

alibi. She was at a party with...

Half a dozen witnesses, including one of your own homicide detectives. By my

count, that party also included two ex-cons, so maybe don't lean on the

company she kept.

Besides, turns out that alibi is not so strong.

What are you talking about? The pool where the state senator was found was

heated. Kept his body at a steady temperature, meaning the M.E. had no way

to narrow down time of death, meaning your client could have killed him.

Party or no party.

Emmy, I know your father had a temper.

I know the rumors he had criminal connections.

I can imagine all sorts of scenarios that would change things. If you didn't

have a choice that night, if you felt threatened, I can knock this down to a

lesser charge, but I can only help you if you talk to me.

I didn't do it.

I would never have done it.

Then I'll see you both at the arraignment.

Yeah. No, no, I get it. I know it's a big ask.

She's calling friends in an apartment, seeing if anyone will slip us the case

file on Emmy.

Maybe the task force was circling other suspects. Maybe there's leads they

dropped. Someone else I can look into. Leave me out. So far, no luck.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I'm being shut out.

I work with jellyfish. It's not a spine in the bunch.

To be fair, you are a witness in the case. We all are. How was the press

conference? Did you learn anything new?

Bail was set at a number Emmy could meet. She's being processed and released

now. Other than that, nothing good.

Apparently, the no-knock warrant that led the state police to the gun was the

result of an anonymous tip.

Whoever made that call was lying their face off.

That night at the party, no way did Emmy just show up for murdering her own

father. And she wasn't heading out to murder him either.

I think I've been a cop long enough to know. Do you think there's any way we

could identify the tipster? Because odds are it's the same person who planted the

gun, right?

I mean, do you know anybody in the state police?

I can dig up some digits, but don't get your hopes up. My own lunch buddies

aren't talking.

The stadiums aren't going to be much warmer.

Uh, hey, buddy. I'm not sure if you heard, but now's not really the time.

It's going right to voicemail. Let's leave a message. No, Wish, I'm here. Can

you hear me? Yes, I missed you.

Anyway, there's a fella at the bar asking for you. Friendly sort.

Asked me to give you a ring.

Well, what you gonna do?

I'll just tell him he should try you another time.

All right. Talk soon, buddy.

What? No, it's wish.

Yeah. Pretty sure he was only pretending like he couldn't hear me.

It was like he was performing for someone.

And he used the term friendly sort.

Back at Appalachia, it was our code for certain guys to avoid.

Like sometimes you'd meet someone and you could just tell they'd killed

people. It didn't matter how they acted or what they'd say.

It was in their eyes.

You think he's trying to tell you someone like that is at the bar? Not

just at the bar. He's looking for me.

Which was warning me to stay away.

So naturally, your first response is to head right over.

Well, if it's a problem with my name on it, I can't just leave it to Wish.

Will you at least lie to me that you'll be careful?

Hey. Why do I even bother? What? What, do you have some kind of death wish or

something? You're just not, Liz. Well, maybe I worry about you just as much as

you worry about me. You ever think about that? Lord help us, Bob.

Okay. The guy you called about the friendly sword is still here.

All right. Should you get a sense that he's gonna put holes in you, do me a

favor and kindly step outside.

Okay. Yeah, but I just want...

I'm RJ. Heard you were looking for me. Ah, Mr. Decker.

My name is Augustine.

Didn't heed your friend's warning, I see.

Oh, you could tell I was on that call.

And yet you don't seem very surprised I showed up.

I've looked into you, Mr. Decker.

I have a sense of your character.

It's why I'd like to hire you.

I'm sorry, Mr.

Augustine, was it? I appreciate the interest, I do, but as it turns out...

I'm not taking on any new clients right now. My dance card, it's kind of full.

I'm aware.

At least I believe I am.

A friend of yours, Amelia Ochoa, has been arrested for murder.

You have strong feelings for this woman. You believe she's been framed.

And so, unless I've misjudged you, you're going to try very hard to prove

it. And you know all this how?

As I said, I've had a chance to observe you.

I also suspect you're not being paid.

Even if Mr. Trow offered, you would not accept.

Or perhaps you'll take my money instead.

Sorry, I'm going to need you to back up for a second. You want to pay me to do a

job you already know I'm doing for free? I do.

Because... Because, while you believe Ms. O'Trow's being framed, I myself am

certain of it.

And my employees would very much like to know who her father's real killer is.

Would $50,000 be enough?

so And give you any sense of who these employers of his are you know? I think

we can venture a gas a gang a cartel and savory types that Victor was doing

business with before you died Yeah, you remember my key my slim Jim toolbox in

the back of your Jeep. Yeah, exactly I saw some keys on the tables right before

escape. I assume it's in the lot all right.

I'll break into his car What am I looking for anything where I stay? I

know he works for what he had for breakfast

This guy obviously knows more about Victor's Dirty Lounge than we do. That

makes him a new lead.

You keep him busy till I get back.

That's the plan. All right.

There you go.

Your friend thinks I'm dangerous.

Yeah, is he wrong?

You haven't said much about your friends. You mind if I ask what their

interest in the Ochoas is?

I'm here as their representative. That's all you need to know.

Okay.

Okay. A different question.

I know why I'm sure Emmy Ochoa is being framed, but what makes you so sure?

I arrived in Fort Lauderdale three weeks ago.

The Victor Ochoa case had been moving slowly.

My employers were growing restless.

I searched Miss Ochoa's residence well before the police did.

The gun was not in the vent where they found it when I looked.

So you were in Emmy's house.

Mine too?

Why would I?

Are you also suspecting Victor Ochoa's murder? Can't say I didn't have motive.

If I searched the homes of everyone with motive to kill Victor Ochoa, I'd be a

busy man indeed.

That's true.

Which reminds me, I have other places to be this evening.

For the $50,000 I mentioned, I have one request.

That you share everything that you discover with me before taking it to the

police.

Do we have a deal?

No. I mean... Sorry, no, not yet.

Is the money not enough?

No, it's not that.

I'm still working through all the things you're not telling me.

It's no secret Victor was in bed with organized criminals.

Makes me think you're a fixer for some bad people. Some bad people had a lot of

money invested in Victor.

Can't be cheap owning a state senator, after all.

Whoever killed them the cost of an asset you're supposed to find this person once

you do it's your job to serve justice a version of justice anyway How am I doing

so far As I said I'd be a client and my

money is good all these other matters are immaterial Well,

I guess I have to decide if they're immaterial than me

Can I think about it?

Of course.

Just don't think too long.

I'll be in touch.

Okay.

Hey, how'd it go?

Broke my Slim Jim.

No.

Car did when it refused to unlock.

Bruised my ego, too, if I'm being honest.

However, I did notice something when I looked through the window. A tag hanging

off the mirror, and there was an emblem on it, like a rabbit, saying, facing one

direction and a flamingo facing the other.

Yeah.

Is this what you saw?

That's it. It's a resort at Lucky Bird Inn. I've tailed a few cheating spouses

there. The tag tells the valet you're a guest.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'd say that's worth the price of a slim jam.

Hey.

How are you holding up?

Uh, not great, actually.

Yeah.

I take it the media is all over Lucas' place now, too?

Like flies on... You know what? Yeah.

I get you checking in under a false name, but Elizabeth Borden, as in Lizzie

Borden?

I mean, you really think famous parent killer is the best way to go for an

alias? Gotta keep a sense of humor somehow.

Also, Lizzie was acquitted.

It's true.

I've been thinking of you a lot today.

Oh.

Yeah? How you've been where I am.

Someone you don't even know telling a lie that could get you sent to prison.

It's a pretty terrible place to be.

It is.

I know you want to help me.

I appreciate it.

I just don't know if I deserve it.

Why don't you let me be the judge of that? RJ. Hey, the help's coming,

whether you like it or not, from all of us.

But we're going to need your help, too.

Starting with this.

What do you think? You seen this guy before?

Maybe he and your dad met at some point or... Not that I recall, no.

You said he tried to hire you?

Yeah, he did. He did. But there's no way I'm taking the job.

I just said I'd think about it to see on his good side.

What's with the armadillo?

I don't know. It fell out of place for this guy.

The name on the tag was World of Hope. It turns out it's a charity that sends

toys to child refugees.

I checked their address against Augustine's receipts a few days ago at

Pumpcast, about a half mile away from their headquarters.

I was thinking he paid them a visit.

Don't ask me why.

Could be he's into plushies. I don't know.

I've heard the name before.

World of Hope. I remember my dad saying once that the people behind it were

contributors. To what?

His pocket or his campaign?

Why would a charity need to bribe a state senator?

I don't know.

But it's the first connection I've been able to make between this guy and your

dad.

I'm going to pay them a visit in the morning.

If they were bribing my father, do you really think they'll just come out and

tell you?

Who could say no to me?

Do your friends at the station know you're helping me out?

What's it to you?

Well, I'm sure it was a pretty loaded name even before Emmy got arrested. I'm

guessing they wouldn't appreciate you pitching in.

When do I give a crap about what anyone thinks?

Besides, they'll like me just fine when I'm right about everything.

Hello?

FLPD?

Hello?

Something.

This was going to Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

Stuff in this crate isn't so cute.

These are AR-15s. Uh-huh.

This one's full of rocket launchers.

I hear you say you're police.

Now, that's too bad.

Both of you, hands up where I can see them, please.

Hey, hey, take it easy with that thing. I'm fine.

To you, just do as I say, and no one has to get... Call from Mama.

Oh, hell, of all the things... Call from Mama.

I don't know, maybe just call her back.

I'm not sending my mama the voicemail. Call from Mama.

Whoa!

Your truck?

That thing holds one round, right?

Because mine holds 16.

Crap.

You're in a heap of trouble, Doyle.

Firing a rocket launcher at the police is taken kind of seriously.

Plus, the feds are going to have lots of questions about you smuggling weapons

out of the country in crates that say toys.

I'm going to save you all some time. I got one word for you.

Protective custody.

Yeah, that's two words, but please, go ahead.

The folks that paid for those guns?

They already sent a guy to bust my fingers just because I hung on to a few

keepsakes. Keepsakes? As in you were skimming weapons off the shipment?

I don't even want to think about what they'll do to me for losing a whole

bunch. Let me ask you something.

The guy that did that to your hand, what was his name?

I just know him as Mr.

Augustine. Never got a first name.

That's the guy who was telling you my guy tried to hire me?

Mm-hmm. And you're worried that the group he works for, they'd be able to

get you in prison? Like... Dad.

Only the DA's office can offer you a deal.

But I can tee it up for you, assuming you tell us what we want to know.

Anything. Who are those weapons going to?

A group called Non-LaSalle in Haiti.

Augustine works for them, too.

I don't really follow politics, but some kind of civil war going on down there?

The Haitian government's basically in collapse.

Armed gangs are fighting for control of the country. I assume Non-LaSalle is one

of those gangs.

The charity.

It's basically a front for shipping guns, right?

A couple of crates that go out are filled with toys, so they pass

inspection.

Next couple of crates that don't have to pass inspection are filled with assault

rifles and RPGs. Where did all those weapons come from?

Now, that part, you got nothing on me.

I bought them all perfectly leaked. So you can turn around and sell them to

people that can't buy them legal. They're pretty sure that part's a crime.

Picture it, Shoah.

You heard him.

Florida state senator. Like I said, I don't follow politics.

Well, he was murdered.

We're trying to figure out who did it.

Were you?

You thinking I'd know who did it? Because if there's someone you want me

to say killed him, just tell me the name. I'll say whatever you want.

Not really how we do things, Doyle, but... Thanks.

Mr. Decker, perfect timing.

What? Shrimp creole.

A family recipe.

I assume you prefer it less spicy.

That's... thoughtful.

If I was here to kill you, you'd already know it.

The knife is used to drop the abyss.

Please, sit.

How can I refuse?

Thank you.

You've done an impressive job investigating me.

I'm guessing you're here because you heard about Doyle Coven's arrest?

As a result of you looking into me.

Obviously.

Don't worry.

I'm not angry.

You did what I would have done.

Mm-hmm.

Feelin' you?

No, thank you.

You're not convinced?

Well, I saw what you did to Doyle, and that was just for skimming.

You're worried that for casting us an entire shipment of weapons, I do more

than break fingers.

Doyle stole from us.

You have not.

However, you are supposed to have been looking for Mr. Ochoa's killer.

Well, I have been.

And maybe I'm closer now that I understand a few things.

Your employer, Nan LaSalle, they had Victor in their pocket, didn't they?

They needed smuggled American weapons to fight their war, and a well-greased

state senator could help keep those weapons coming.

Say a bill was introduced to tighten up the ports, Victor would be in a position

to make sure that bill failed.

Now you see why my employers need answers.

Suppose a rival group was behind the murder.

as part of a plan to cut off our arms supply.

If that were the case, we'd need to respond.

And what if that wasn't the case?

What if the murder was unrelated?

Do I still break fingers?

Or do I do worse?

This would be at my discretion.

You won't be accepting my offer, will you?

I can't just hand someone over to you no matter what they did.

To be honest, I'm more insulted you're not eating.

Oh.

It's actually very good.

Can I ask you a favor?

You decline my request and then ask one of your own. I still need to find the

real killer, and that helps us both.

Proceed.

I have a feeling you have someone inside the investigation.

A task force member, maybe?

You knew the gun was hidden inside a vent. That wasn't made public.

Now, I'm not asking for your source.

But if I'm right, it sure would help a lot to take a look at that case file.

I'll see what I can do.

Okay.

I have to make a call.

You, uh, well, uh, you just make yourself at home.

Oh, before I forget, I have to ask.

What's with the armadillo?

My present for my daughter.

She's five.

So you break a few fingers, you stop by the gift shop.

Just another business trip.

Hey, I got your text.

I just heard you were shot at today.

Technically, yes.

With a rocket launcher.

Well, it missed.

I've been thinking.

I've been thinking I can't do this anymore.

You can't do what anymore?

Any of it.

That's why I asked you to call me back so I could tell you I made a decision.

Okay.

I'm going to call my lawyer in the morning.

I'm going to tell him to take the deal I was offered.

I told you not to come. Well, you said some crazy things. I'm here to make sure

you don't do crazy things. Taking the deal I was offered isn't crazy.

Actually, it is. You know why?

Because you're innocent.

Am I? Yes, you are.

I may not have killed my father, but he is dead because of me.

I mean, after he threatened to have you sent back to prison, that was it.

I decided he was the one who needed to go to prison.

What I didn't understand, what I failed to understand...

Is that he couldn't go to prison.

Because if he did, it would make someone else vulnerable.

Someone dangerous.

Someone with secrets they knew he would spill.

I never saw it coming. I mean, it's not... I should have. I should have

known how much danger I was putting him in. Victor made his own bed. You know he

did. What about you?

What's going to happen to you that I don't see coming? Nothing is going to

happen to us. You were almost killed today.

If you had died, or Mel, that would have been on me too. I would have had to live

with it for the rest of my life.

The case they have against me, it may be a frame, but it's a good one.

I fight it, I could go to prison for the rest of my life. I take the deal, I make

things easier on everyone, including myself.

Okay. What about the person that actually did kill your father?

They're still out there. You do this, they go free. They walk.

I'm making progress here. I am.

Something is going to shake loose. It is.

Just give me one more day.

Don't call your lawyer tomorrow.

Give me one more day.

Sorry. Yeah? Where are you?

I'm with Emmy. Everything okay?

It most definitely is not. Both of you need to come to the house now.

A couple hours after we dropped Doyle Coven in holding, he asked to speak to

the leads on the Victor Ochoa case.

I had to pull in a huge favor to get a copy of this.

Yes, sir.

Beretta PX4, compact carry, small profile, reduced recoil.

Looks just like the one I sold her. Her being Amelia Ochoa. Yeah, that was her

name. Mentioned her daddy was some big shot politician.

Victor Ochoa. When we talked to this guy, he'd never even heard of Victor.

It gets worse.

What did this woman look like?

Pretty. Oh, you're hot.

Long brown hair, big brown eyes. We're going to show you some photos.

If you see the woman you sold the gun to, let us know.

That's her, right there.

Lady like that, she leaves an impression.

When did you sell her the gun?

I've never even seen this guy before.

A couple years ago? I certainly never bought a gun from him. We know. She said

there'd been some break-ins in her building.

Made her nervous.

Said she wanted to be able to defend herself.

So someone got to him after he talked to us. Yeah, he said he'd do anything for a

deal, obviously.

Somebody put him in a position to get one, coached him on what to say. No, not

somebody.

I know who's framing me now.

Emmy, what are you doing here?

Who let you in?

Oh, uh, your assistant was away from his desk, so we decided to make ourselves at

home. Hi, I'm RJ Decker.

Your office prosecuted me once, but I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

Emmy, what the hell is this?

I heard a story yesterday.

A man named Doyle Coven told the police I bought a gun from him.

He said it was because I was worried about some break-ins in my building two

years ago.

The part about me buying a gun, that was a lie.

But the part about me... being worried about some break-ins, that was true.

And I did go to see someone about it.

Only it wasn't Doyle Colvin.

It was you.

You said you would talk to someone, get some more patrol cars in the area.

But because I knew I was asking for a special treatment, I never shared my

concerns with anyone else.

Just you.

Did the break-in stop? I don't think I ever asked.

You told Doyle Colvin what to say.

Because you killed my father.

Emmy, why would I do that?

Probably because you're just as dirty as he was.

After all, he put you in this office.

No way he does that if he thought you were above a bribe. I recently found out

that one of the pockets he was in belonged to a Haitian military group.

Non-Lassell.

You've heard of them. I assume it's because you're in their pocket, too?

Knowing my father, he probably made the introductions.

Told them it would be a good idea to have a DA on the payroll in case one of

their people gets arrested. Yeah, all this to say we think you knew enough of

each other's dirty laundry to assure mutual destruction.

The last time I saw Victor, he reminded me you were one of his oldest friends.

He called you to his house that night, didn't he?

Pressured you to drop the case against him.

But that put you in a tough spot, didn't it? Because if you didn't do what he

wanted, he would have taken you down with him, but letting him walk, that

would have been career suicide.

Case was too high profile, so you thought of a third option.

You shot him.

Can you prove any of this?

Because if all you have to suggest that I killed Victor is a gun dealer who knew

a story I also knew, well, there's a much simpler explanation.

The gun dealer is telling the truth. Not to mention, if I was in possession of

the murder weapon this whole time, why would I have waited so long to frame

you?

I have to say, if your plan is to try and sell any of this to a jury, I like

my odds.

You're both going to get out of here now.

before I add trespassing to the charges against you.

Emmy, I told you I was willing to plead this down.

Take the deal before I change my mind.

I don't know if you saw my text.

Sophia's having dinner at Charlotte's. I just dropped her off.

RJ told you what happened?

Oh, yeah. The district attorney of Fort Lauderdale is a murderer, and Emmy is

still on the fast track to prison.

How was your day?

Compared to Emmy, it's a walk in the park. But at least her head's back in

the game. There's no way she'll take the plea now.

Mm-mm.

What am I smelling?

Oh, a frozen pizza.

It wasn't exactly in the mood to cook.

How long have you been heating it?

Oh, no. I'll mix them all in these.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Did someone from the squad finally come through and get you the case file?

No.

RJ's new friend, Agustin, the one who works for the Haitian gang.

RJ has a copy, too.

What if he paid Lake a visit?

Who?

Agustin.

Maybe it puts the fear of God in her. She confesses.

The way RJ described him, I don't think he's in the fear of God business.

More like the meeting God business.

We stick him on Lake, we have no control over how he handles her.

He could just make her disappear.

She doesn't show up for work tomorrow.

And then Emmy's still on the hook for murder.

Mm-hmm. Is there anything helpful in there?

I mean, most of what's here we already knew.

The only exception is this.

Forensics found some weird residue on the gun.

Lake did a good job cleaning it. There were no prints, no DNA, but I guess she

missed some gunk in the crevices.

Acrylic sand blue pigment.

Task force hasn't identified it yet, but they know it's not from Victor's house,

not from Emmy's condo.

I'm wondering if it could help us track where the gun has been.

Do you remember when the HOA was talking about putting a pickleball cord in up

the street?

Of course I do, babe. I did a deep dive, wanted to make sure the materials they

were using weren't toxic.

Respectfully. The hell does it have to do with anything?

I'll give you three hints.

Acrylic, sand, blue pigment.

The blue residue the task force found, chemical makeup is the same as the stuff

in that bucket. Okay.

So it makes up the playing surface on a pickleball court.

Me and Kath are HOA. They wouldn't sign off on one going up in our neighborhood,

not because the chemicals were bad, but the noise.

Other communities, they were tearing themselves apart over pickleball. It's

the rackets. They don't have strings.

Hit a ball with one. You get a pop. A loud one. Over and over and over.

People who live near courts, they get angry. And sometimes, they get violent.

Okay, so what's the theory? The same gun that was used to kill Victor was used in

some pickleball fight?

Multiple incidents the past year of people vandalizing courts.

Not seeing any mention of guns.

No. But look at this one.

What if the gun was never on a pickleball court?

What if it was in a pickleball court?

Now, it's not that I don't appreciate the police coming to take another look,

especially not with such a handsome officer. He's not police.

He's still handsome.

You're very kind.

Like I said on the phone, we decided not to pursue charges.

Whichever one of our residences, the vandal will just handle it internally.

Okay, well, the thing is, Pearl, Detective Abreu and I, we don't think

this is vandalism.

Other incidents we saw, people, they splashed paint on the courts, others

tore up the nets.

I mean, this, to me, looks like someone took a jackhammer to it. Almost like

someone was trying to dig something up.

All right, say we're right. Link did bury the gun here. We don't find a way

to connect it to her. It means nada.

I think I just did.

Hey, Pearl?

Yes, gorgeous?

The cart there, that's the community logo on it?

That's us, Coconut Harbor. Coconut Harbor, and that's on all the carts?

Yeah.

Okay, this thing you're obviously onto but not sharing with me, you think it'll

be enough to convince a jury Emmy's innocent?

Definitely not.

But it's not a jury I gotta convince.

Because we need to know that Derek understands the terms.

And, um, I'll catch up with you later.

Detective Abreu, Mr. Decker, has Emmy had a change of heart?

Well, now that you mention it, she did seem more cheerful today.

But I'm guessing that's not what you meant. Yeah, we were hoping to have a

little talk with you, but we think this is one you're going to want to have in

private.

Please.

You know, you asked us a good question the other day.

If you had the murder weapon all along, why'd you wait almost three months to

use it to frame Emmy? My friends didn't have an answer for you then. We think we

do now. It's because originally you never planned to frame anyone.

You were okay with the murder going unsolved.

That's why you buried a gun under a pickleball court that was being built.

Took us a minute to figure out why you picked that spot. Then my handsome

colleague here remembered something.

Yeah, when I was in your office the other day, I saw a photo of you with an

elderly couple.

Your parents, right?

Dominique and Roseanne Lake.

In the shot, there was a golf cart with a logo for a senior's living community

on it.

Coconut Harbor, yeah? We were there this morning.

We confirmed your parents are residents.

They're the reason you knew that pickleball court was going up.

You know, I got to give credit where it's due.

Burning a gun under all that, that was a good plan.

I mean, good chance nobody would have ever found it if you just left it there.

No, you didn't.

Probably, if we had to guess. Because word reached you that a representative

of a group that was bribing you had come to town.

Mr. Augustine.

Suddenly it was dangerous to leave Victor's murder unsolved. You need a

patsy. Well, you need an Emmy.

So you dug up the gun, you planted it, you called in to tip about it yourself.

Do you plan to take all of this to court?

Be my guest. You know, the last place we'd take is court.

We'd take it to Mr.

Augustine. Or at least I would.

See, there are lines you don't cross when you work in the justice system.

News to you, I'm sure. But I'm offering you a chance to confess.

Because by the time Augustine finds out you're the one that killed Victor,

you'll already be in protective custody.

Take the deal.

Take the deal before I change my mind.

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. They never said your name.

Now, how in the hell did they never say your name?

Considering I only got a confession by saying I'd give the DA up to a Haitian

military group, probably for the best.

Reminds me, your buddy Augustine dropped something off for you today.

Oh.

Now, this is a threat for turning the DA over to the cops instead of him, don't

tell me. Okay.

Unless I'm being threatened, too. Right.

Nope, don't want to know.

You actually like this guy, don't you?

Speaking of strange, ineffable friendships.

Hey, I'll just drop.

I'm just hearing on the news. Incredible.

You say it like you have nothing to do with it.

Thank you.

Anytime. Anytime.

Can I talk to you for a second outside, though?

This sounds serious.

I mean, it kind of is.

The other night you were saying you blame yourself for what happened to your

dad. And I was just kind of hoping, I mean, now that we know he's really

responsible.

I'll cut myself a little slack. Maybe this much.

I'll admit, knowing the truth helps, but I still have a lot of work to do.

If you asked me 15 years ago what I wanted to do with my life, I would have

told you I wanted to help people.

I'm just taking everything that's happened to me as a wake-up call.

I just need to, I don't know, try to find that version of myself again.

Like a missing persons case.

Right.

Like a missing persons case.

I mean, if only I knew a good P.I.

I'd have to check my calendar, but I'm very into man-made stuff. Check it

inside over a beer.

Let's do it. But honestly, I don't think you can afford that. No, I'm serious. My

rates went up. Oh,

I do say that. Just let me be your chicken home.