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Tomorrow.

That's you.

Who is that?

Who's there?

Whoever you are, this thing is mine.

I pulled it out of the lake. I got salvage rights.

Stay back.

Stay back.

Bioluminescence. The production of light by a living organism.

Bam! Someone is going to crush their biotest, I'm telling you.

So I got Mauricio's info for the party.

Is he the one who burned down a house?

No. Mauricio fixes electronics.

Phil burned down a house accidentally.

Bye-bye, Phil. And this party, you know, the only thing that changes after Friday

is I don't have to check in with a CR officer anymore. I mean, do you really

want to go to all this trouble? For the record, I'm with him. I think the party

is stupid.

Okay, you made it to the end of your conditional release.

That's something. It's not nothing. Something that deserves a small

celebration with a few friends and cheese from the fancy section of the

supermarket. I do like cheese.

Mitosis. I did invite Emmy a few weeks ago, in case it makes it weird for you

to bring Trudy. No, I mean, I'm not gonna... Who's Trudy? Uh, no one.

Mitosis. Trudy is this cute CSU tech Uncle RJ is trying to vibe with. There's

no vibe. Zero vibe.

Mitosis. Uncle RJ and Trudy sitting in a tree. They're K-I

-S-S-I-N-G.

Thank you. Thank you for that. I appreciate it.

Okay, we need to talk hors d'oeuvres.

Well, I have a new client to go meet, so use your best judgment.

You'll be protecting no less than a national treasure.

It looks like quite the tournament here. Man versus fish?

It's a glorious thing.

At least when it's done honorably.

Yes, you said in your message you're concerned about cheating.

It's been rampant this season across the sport.

That's why, two weeks ago, I hired a local fishing guide, Finch Palmer, to

patrol the lake every night. People cheat before the tournament's even

started? Yeah, one of the oldest tricks in the book is to catch big, prize

-worthy bass ahead of time and then stash them in cages hidden around the

lake. And on tournament day, the cheater takes the fish and then tries to claim

them as legitimate catches.

Now Finch's job is to go out with his camera every night and take pictures of

anyone on the lake. But unfortunately, yesterday morning, his boat was found

drifting.

Empty.

Except for a whiskey bottle, also empty.

So maybe he got drunk, he fell in, he didn't make it back up. Adding to the

tragedy, the tournament may need to be postponed while the police drag the lake

looking for his body. And we're supposed to start in two days. If you're looking

for someone new to watch the lake at night, I'm not much of a boat guy.

I wouldn't feel right putting anyone else on the water.

What I need is another set of eyes on land.

And if you were to see something... Fishy?

Untoward. Your job would be to say something.

I don't want to talk myself out of a paycheck here, but don't you think

hiring a PI is overdoing it a little bit? I mean, what does the winner get? A

new rod?

A monogrammed tackle box? First prize is a quarter of a million dollars.

Oh. This is what I am willing to pay you.

Let's go fishing.

Once we start, the tournament runs two days.

And each day, the anglers weigh in their five biggest catches and heaviest

combined weight wins.

And what happens at the end? Big old fish fry?

The DBC is catch and release.

Every one of those glorious creatures goes right back in the lake.

It's the phalanx drones. Wow, yeah. They offer another layer of security,

monitoring the contestants while they're on the water.

Right now, you're helping law enforcement search for poor Finch.

Anything, gentlemen?

Not yet, but I dialed in some poll filters. It cuts the glare, boosts

underwater viz. We'll find him, Mr. Boss.

I don't understand most of what those two say, but their company is cutting

edge. And I want you to be every bit as visible as they are. You don't get out

bads, do I? Maybe one shaped like a little bass.

The people...

I need you to look out for the traitors to our sport.

They're creative.

Okay. I mean, can I ask you something?

Any idea why cheating's so on the rise this year?

Dickie Dupree.

Came out of nowhere this season on four out of the last six tournaments.

That's the kind of streak that takes, shall we say, a lot more than luck.

At least, that's what a lot of these guys think.

Now they're just scrambling to keep up with him. Hey, Dickie.

That guy.

How does he connect to Dickie? Well, he's one of Dickie's sponsors.

Sells fish attractants. He's got a booth here, but I can't remember his name.

Reggie. His name's Reggie. And if Dickie's in business with him, maybe

Dickie is a cheater.

See, Reggie's not a con man, but he's close.

He's always scheming. He's always looking for an angle.

I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.

Dickie, you know all this from a previous investigation?

Nope. I know all this because he's my dad.

Musk Master Select, gentlemen, is the next generation in fish attractants.

Live bait gets distilled to an oil that doesn't just draw the lunkers in, it

makes them fall in love.

Don't believe me?

Ask Dickie Dupree.

Every one of his wins this year, every single one, he was using Musk Master.

Yeah, I mean, I don't know. It smells like regular old fish oil to me.

Huh.

Fish oil. Yeah.

That's like calling champagne grape soda.

Now, what you smell is the sweet, sweet scent of nine, count them, nine forage

species, all blended by our scientists.

Scientists? Sorry, did you say scientists?

No, best in the business. Oh, yeah? Well, could you name one?

Just so I can look them up, check their credentials.

Yeah.

Thanks, but we're good.

All right, see you.

Was that really necessary? Fish attractant, really? What happened to the

whole teeth whitening thing?

It was tied up in litigation.

The distributor was a crook. Yeah, you know, that reminds me of the alpaca

farm. Or was it the wind farm? See, I can't remember. I get them all confused.

Yeah, you look good, sir.

You still taking pictures with the newspaper? Is that why you're here?

No, I'm a private investigator now.

A gumshoe.

Yeah. Tournament director asked me to be on the lookout for cheaters.

Cheating is the absolute scourge.

of this beautiful sport.

Does your buddy Dicky feel the same? Because from what I hear, Muskmaster's

not the only reason he's been cleaning up. Hey, Eddie!

Come on over here. Somebody I want you to meet.

Eddie. This is my son, RJ.

Oh, my word. I've known this old so-and-so for years. He never told me he

had a son. Is that right?

It's funny. I never really tell people I have a dad either.

Hey.

I don't know why we wasting time with this.

Couple more days, this guy's body will float up on his own.

You want the tournament to get delayed two days or start on time?

We found Pinch Palmer. We're heroes.

Do that.

What the hell was that?

Oh my god.

That's Finch Palmer.

Two to the chest.

Obviously he didn't drown.

I'm not sure he was ever even in the water.

Okay, that broken limb right there has to be where the body was, right?

Yeah. Okay, if it was, how the hell did it end up there?

I don't know. Maybe the killer chased him from another part of the lake.

Finch climbed the tree to hide. Killer spots him, shoots him from down here.

Or Finch was shot on the ground, and the killer put his body up there.

It's a hell of a climb to pull off solo, let alone with a body in tow.

However he did it, I think his finishing touch was leaving the boat out on the

lake. It was all looking down.

That body was up.

I still can't believe you were here when I pulled up this morning. You know,

there I was thinking how nice it was going to be to work a homicide without

you. But no, no, no, no.

Now you're a fish cop.

I'm not a fish cop. I'm not even security.

I was just hired to look out for cheaters.

Isn't that what he was supposed to be doing, yeah?

Yeah, tournament director hired him to patrol the lake at night, take pictures

of what he saw.

I know there wasn't a camera with the body, but any chance the dive team found

one when they were dragging the lake?

No, but some of the stuff they did find was fun.

Old suitcase full of garden gnomes. Tube TV from, like, the 60s.

Practically new crash test dummy.

Yeah, the killer must have seen Finch taking pictures and took the camera with

him when he left.

Well, this is your beat, fish cop.

You got any suspects in mind?

As a matter of fact, there was one guy I was asked to pay special attention to.

Yeah, I know who he is. Of course I do.

He's that guy they all thought drowned in a lake, but instead he was up a tree.

But so what?

Why am I here?

Well, Dickie, there's been rumors about your recent winning streak. Of course

there are.

Haters gonna hate.

But again, why am I here?

The night Finch Palmer was killed, he was being paid to look for people trying

to plant already-caught bass in cages around the lake. I assume you're aware

of the phenomenon?

Sure I am. Every guy on the tournament is.

But how is it I'm the only one here?

Because you're the only one with a rap sheet that includes three assault

charges.

You see, the thing is, is I did background checks on everyone who's

competing, and yours is the only one that came back with so much dirt.

And then there's your social media.

Bass aren't the only animals you like to catch. You hunt deer in the off-season.

A guy like you tracking and shooting Finch would have been easy.

I never killed anybody, and I sure as hell catch all my fish fair and square.

Okay, that's true. I suppose you have no troubles telling me where you were

between the hours of 9 and 11 p.m. on a Wednesday night. That's when we think

Finch was shot to death.

I was at my cousin Larry's house, asleep.

Can cousin Larry confirm that?

He's a big rig driver. He was probably halfway across the country that night.

He's just letting me stay at his place when I'm in town.

Not much of an alibi, Dickie.

Hey, sorry to interrupt, but there's a guy downstairs that says he's your dad.

A guy who says he's your what?

Hey, what's going on?

Pretty small, son. Pretty damn small.

Excuse me, what does that mean? You don't like me. That's no secret. But

treating Dickie this way?

Making people think he had something to do with what happened to that poor man

in the tree?

Are you really suggesting I told the police about Dickie because of you?

They're unbelievable.

I told the police about Dickie because he's you damn well know. People think

he's a cheat.

Rumors, innuendo. Did you know he's been arrested three times for assault? Did

you know that? You, of all people, should know that an assault charge

doesn't make a man a killer.

You really want to go there, Dad? You really want to go there? Two years ago,

I drove all the way to Apalachee to visit you. Make sure you were okay.

What do they tell me when I get there?

Nope. Sorry, sir. He doesn't want to see you.

That was to hurt me.

This is too.

I know I wasn't the greatest father. You weren't any kind of father. You left.

You remember that?

You okay, champ?

I came as soon as I heard.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I just want to get out of here.

Yeah, let's go.

Is that seriously your dad?

Yeah. He's one of Dickie's sponsors.

You want to talk about it?

No, I just, I got like a hundred texts from the EBC director.

He wants an update. I should go talk to him. I take it, Dickie, you didn't

confess? No.

No, but you're about to put him on our radar.

He's nervous about something.

Go see your client.

I'm going to pay a visit to Finch Palmer's wife, see if he had any enemies

outside of the EBC.

Finch and I still shared the house, but our lives, not so much.

Six months ago, we separated.

But I've listened to enough true crime podcasts to know that when a married

person is killed, the spouse is always the first suspect. So I put together a

few things to help answer questions I knew were coming.

The night Finch was killed, I was at a wedding in Orlando.

This is my hotel bill, plus credit card receipts from the drive, and names and

numbers of other guests who will confirm I was there. Thank you. That helps.

Can you think of anyone else who may have wanted to hurt Finch?

Last few years, his friend group got a little strange, a little conspiracy

-minded.

Honestly, that's one reason why he and I drifted apart.

But the guys I met all seemed harmless.

That camera, is it yours?

No, that was Finch's.

House call.

This can't be good. It's not.

Finch Palmer's camera was at his house.

He wasn't taking pictures and that he was killed after all.

So if he wasn't taking pictures, what was he doing out on the lake?

Gonna have to file that under questions. I can wait.

Because if you still think he was killed by someone he caught cheating, the next

person we need to talk to is your dad.

Mr. Decker.

Morning. I'm Detective Aurelio. Thanks for coming in.

Always happy to help the police and to speak to the character of a trusted

friend and business associate. As I told my son yesterday, Dickie Dupree.

Dickie's no longer our top suspect in Finch Palmer's murder.

This guy is.

I know your company is Dickie's main sponsor, but...

Who needs Musk Master Select when he's got you sinking pre-caught fish for him?

Those pictures were taken by Finch Palmer Tuesday night. Wednesday night,

he was shot and killed.

It's hard not to see the connection there. If you did kill Finch, the only

question is why you waited almost 24 hours.

But considering he never sent these photos to the director of the EBC, I

have a theory.

Finch tried to blackmail you with these. Instead of paying him, you lured him

back out to the lake and gunned him down.

That's just... No, RJ, tell her.

Tell her what?

That I'm not a killer.

Son, you know me.

I'm going to tell you what I would tell anyone in this situation.

Tell the truth. It's not your strong suit. I know it.

It's the only way you're going to help yourself.

Tell the truth.

Yesterday, when we spoke to Dickie, it was pretty obvious he was hiding

something. Maybe it's because he was with you the night Finch was killed.

Maybe he's the one who pulled the trigger.

Dickie does have an alibi for that night. We both do.

We were at Dickie's storage unit in Pembroke Pines, the one on Windsor

Drive, and one of his other sponsors, Kenishiro Company, they make fishing

rods. And the thing is, Dickie doesn't like their rods very much.

So we were heat gunning some Kenishiro labels onto the brand of rod he does

like. Dickie didn't tell you, because it would have cost him his deal with

Kenishiro. Now, the overnight guy at the storage place, I mean, he saw us coming

and going.

Call the place. He'll tell you.

Wait here.

RJ. Yeah.

Everything I have is tied up in Muskmaster Select.

If there's anything you can do to just keep these between us.

You may not be going to prison.

Or you're not going back to the ABC.

You and Dickie, you're done.

The guy at the storage facility confirmed

your dad's story.

He and Dickie were both there the night Finch Palmer was killed.

So, I kicked your dad loose.

Okay.

Good.

I can't tell if you're relieved or disappointed.

I'm disappointed our suspect list is back down to zero.

Unless you think that's the guy that did it.

I'm assuming that's the dummy the dive team found when they were dragging the

lake. Yeah, somebody put it in here as a joke. Pretty sure Ragsdale's afraid of

it. So I just got a text from the M.E.

He's done with Finch Palmer's autopsy. He wants to go over a few things. You're

welcome to join.

You can even bring your new friend.

You know R.J. Decker? I do.

Hey. Hey, how you doing?

Ooh. That hand was just inside a dead guy.

Oh. I mean, he was wearing gloves, you know.

Ernie, not the dead guy, but still.

Huh. That's a good color on you.

Oh. Thanks.

Oh, I know I'm not supposed to be here. There's just something I need to show

you about the case, I mean. But you know what, Ernie? You go first. It'll be more

dramatic that way. Okay.

Cause of death.

Was gunshot wounds to the chest. Yeah, that was pretty obvious at the scene You

know, here's what wasn't the bullets were fired on an even trajectory like

this. The shooter was on equal footing with the victim Okay, so whoever shot

Finch didn't do it from below. Yeah, so Finch was shot on the ground and then

carried up wrong Sorry, that's just why I wanted him to go first. Come on. Come

check this out

This is the tree the body was in I took a cherry picker out to the scene to

examine it Okay, all these broken branches to feed out from the trunk that

shows the body's path as it fell now the trunk These were taken from about 15

feet up from the ground below where the body was perched and look at all these

young Branches on both sides. I mean none of them are snapped or even bent

So if anyone had climbed the tree, either Finch or the killer, some of

these branches, they would have been broken.

Okay, but if no one climbed the tree, how the hell did that body get up there?

Ah, there you are.

What are you doing here?

I had to pick up a few things the police seized when they thought I, you know,

killed my dad.

Ah, okay, yeah, that.

I swung by the bullpen in case you were around. I wanted to say hi.

Hey, yeah.

You good?

Me? Yeah, no, I'm good. I'm good.

So that's a lie.

Do you want to go somewhere?

Talk about it? Maybe I can help?

Yeah.

Okay, so just to be clear, you're glad your dad didn't shoot a guy in stash

ministry, right?

Yes. That was quite a pause.

Well, he's quite a dad.

It's funny, you know.

When I was growing up, actually, I sort of idolized him.

I mean, he was the fun parent. He was the one that always said yes.

When I was 10 years old, there was this game I desperately, desperately wanted

to see at the Orange Bowl in Miami, Nebraska.

Problem was, it was sold out.

A couple hours before kickoff, he drives me down there, but instead of pulling

out tickets, he pulls out a clipboard.

Says, son.

Nobody ever stops a man with a clipboard.

Okay.

He walks right past the guard and for 45 minutes just examines the railing.

Anybody asks, he comes up with a job on the spot.

I'm here to count the urinal cakes. I'm here to make sure the friars don't go

above 375.

I ended up watching the whole game from the concourse.

Miami won by a point.

When I was 16, my parents got divorced. That part I understood. They weren't a

good match.

But what I didn't understand was how he just disappeared after that.

Me and my brothers, we thought we'd at least get him on the weekends, but no.

He moved out of state, just jumped from one big idea to the next.

Engines that run on French fry grease.

Truffle orchards.

Limp advertising. I mean, can you guess how many of those worked out?

About a year later, my mom got in a bad car accident.

Almost died.

You know what my dad did?

He sent flowers.

He didn't come home.

I'm sorry, Ed.

I know you're dead.

But you threw a lot worse.

It's okay.

It's not a contest.

And yet, if it were, I would win, right?

I never solved my dad.

But I'm glad you told me about yours.

I feel like I understand you a little better.

I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

It's always a good thing.

Sorry.

Speak of the devil.

He wants to meet at a bar called The Bilgewater. He says it's important.

Maybe he wants to apologize.

Better chance he wants to sell me about 100 gallons of fish attracted.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah.

I came this close to packing up and getting out of Dodge today.

And I thought about that look I saw in your eyes.

And you honestly thought I could kill that man?

Dad, if you call me out here, I was going to apologize. No, I called you

here because it was a wake-up call. A big one.

My own son, thinking I had murder in my heart, made me realize how

badly I need to fix things between us.

And so I decided.

Good start.

It'd be to solve this case for you.

That's why I came here tonight.

It is? Okay. I asked around. I found out this was Finch Palmer's regular watering

hole. Oh.

Figured I'd pop in, turn on the Decker charm, see if I could learn any secrets.

That's very sweet. But I think you're going to find being a PI isn't as easy.

No, you don't understand, kiddo.

It's already done.

I know who killed Finch Palmer.

Here it is.

Merle Cruz.

That's him and Finch. Last St. Paddy's Day.

Oh, thank you.

They'd argue sometimes.

Mostly about dumb stuff, like was the moon landing faked?

Are lizard people real?

I think they both just watch too much X-Files. Yeah, his wife said something

to my friend about he and his pals being a little, um, a little conspiracy

minded. You know I already told him all this, right? Yeah, I do. We have some,

we have some trust issues.

Late Wednesday, Merle came in alone.

Looked white as a ghost.

Ordered a shot of whiskey.

Merle never drank whiskey.

He was a beer man. Drift draft, IPA, every time.

Wednesday, he downed three shots of whiskey.

Then took off out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

You have an address for Merle?

No. Even if I did, I don't think you'd find him there.

Before he took off, he put his cell phone on the ground and stomped on it.

He was worried about being tracked.

Thanks. I picked it up just in case he came back.

Oh, here.

Oh.

Who's this here?

That's Dottie, Merle's mom. Oh, yeah? G&T, two limes.

She's a regular, too.

You wouldn't happen to have her address by any chance, would you?

Almost eight.

We've been out here all night.

No sign of Earl.

Maybe your hunch was wrong.

Maybe he isn't crashing with his mom after all.

You insisted on coming with me. You do remember that, right?

Well, sorry. I guess I just figured wrapping up the case would be easier.

Everything's got to be easy, fast, as little hard work as possible.

Come on.

I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm tired.

Oh, you got nothing to apologize for.

I am allergic to hard work. I always have been.

But I swear, every time I told you my luck was about to change, every time I

said I was about to come into money that would change things for all of us, I

meant it.

I believed it.

And then one day it hit me.

I'd gotten so good at tricking people.

I was tricking myself.

These last few years, I almost called you a bunch of times.

Almost, huh?

I'd get as far as picturing you asking me what I was up to.

I couldn't come up with anything I wanted to hear myself say out loud.

But I shouldn't have let that stop me.

I care about you, RJ.

Even if I do a lousy job showing it.

Hey, check it out. Yeah.

A lot of groceries for such a little lady.

Drift Draft IPA, Merle's Bureau of Tourists.

He's in there. You were right.

Yeah.

Okay, what now?

I distract Dottie.

You sneak around back and apprehend Merle.

What? What are you talking about?

I don't need his force if she resists.

What? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, don't, don't. You stay right here.

I'm calling Mel.

We looked at your phone records, Mr. Cruz.

We know that you and Finch Palmer exchanged 29 calls the day he died.

Just like we know that right around the time he was killed, your phone was

pinging off a tower just a mile away. You were at the lake that night. Only

thing we don't know is why.

It wasn't to help him look for cheating fishermen.

We know Finch left his camera at home that night. Best guess, one of the

little disagreements you guys had were nuclear.

You told Finch to meet you at the lake, and you shot him.

This is nice work.

One of the finest fakes I've ever seen.

You think this is a fake?

Not the photo.

The body.

What do you mean the body's a fake? I mean Finch isn't dead.

He was taken.

What you have in the morgue is a replicant. Just meat in the shape of a

man. They would have been able to clone it with just a few of his cells. Okay,

okay, okay.

Who's they?

The feds.

Are either of you familiar with the term UAP?

Yeah, that's what people who believe in aliens call UFOs these days.

Unidentified Aerial Phenomenon.

Unidentified Anomalous Phenomenon.

See, the night this happened, Finch saw one crash into the lake.

That's why we were on the phone so much the next day. He was going to go back,

locate the UAP with sonar, and tow it in.

He wanted me to be there to look it over with him. I was late.

I'll have to live with that the rest of my life because by the time I got back,

the UAP repaired itself. It was in the air again, and it was lifting Finch into

a beam of light.

I got left behind.

And so you went to the bilge water to, what, drown your sorrows?

I knew it was only a matter of time before the boys at Wright-Patterson came

looking for me, so I stopped on my phone. Went to stay with my mom.

Look, you don't have to believe me, but if you're smart, you will believe the

pictures I took.

Get me a computer. Let me into my cloud. I'll show you.

Like I said, Finch isn't dead.

Just taken.

Obviously, Merle Cruz is nuts.

Also obvious, I'm not about to put out an APB on an ET, and yet... And yet,

something had to leave his body up there on that high branch.

And if this picture is legit... And all its metadata says it is... Then

something just levitated him away, but... What?

Me and Dragonfly? It ate uranium or something, now it's 20 feet long, like a

reverse Spider-Man thing.

What?

Okay, fine. You come up with something that's big enough to lift a man and goes

flying all over a lake.

I don't know if it could lift a man, but I definitely know something that flies

all over a lake.

Riz Bashir, Walt Taylor.

Detective Malabarayu, I'm gonna need you to come with me and answer some

questions.

I gotta say, if you're looking for technical assistance, we should have my

partner here.

Walt's really the brains of the outfit.

So just tell us, how'd you two get to be partners?

We met at Argus, the big defense contractor.

Riz was on the commercial side, I was an engineer.

We saw an opportunity, and left to start Drone Nova two years ago.

And now you fly cameras over fishing tournaments?

Event security is our core business.

Crowd monitoring, that sort of thing.

Your website struck me as a little more inspirational.

It says here you're working on a next-gen autonomous heavy lifting

platform. Right. A drone big enough to move a person.

Move them where?

Off of a battlefield, out of a flood zone, away from a wildfire.

So do you have prototypes?

I can't discuss any patented technology we have in development. We've got NDAs

up to our eyeballs.

Finch Palmer told his friend he saw a UAP crash into the lake where you guys

have been working.

Finch Palmer believed in aliens?

We think he misunderstood what he saw.

The craft that went down that night, it wasn't from outer space. It was from

your lab.

When the police dragged the lake, they found this guy.

Got me thinking, what if he was what your people mover was moving the night

it went down?

Finch went back to the lake the next night to retrieve the UAP.

It occurred to us maybe you had surveillance drones patrolling, so I'm

looking for it.

Someone caught up to Finch and shot him twice.

Why would we kill someone over a crash drone?

I mean, do you know how many prototypes go down during R&D?

Probably a lot.

But how many were recovered by third parties?

And more importantly, how many are developed using stolen tech?

Court filings show your departure from Argus and then litigation.

They sued the hell out of you guys.

They said that your drones were ripoffs of their tech.

They had to drop that suit.

They couldn't prove any of it. That's because they couldn't get their hands on

any of your drones, but Finch Palmer did, didn't they?

What happened that night when you caught up to him at the lake? You said you

wanted it back. He said, no, I want to show the world my UAP.

You knew that someone would figure out that your tech wasn't your tech, so you

killed him.

But then you had his body to deal with.

Was it your idea to use another prototype to adios it?

This was taken by Finch's friend, only it isn't a picture of an alien

encounter. It was you airlifting Finch out to the Atlantic.

Yeah, you couldn't even do that right.

You dropped him right in that tree.

I mean, you guys, you have a lot of work to do here.

Actually, I think it's you who has some work to do.

You have a really interesting theory, but that's all you've got.

A theory.

If you believe that Drone Nova's in possession of evidence to support these

claims, you're welcome to seek a warrant.

So much for divide and conquer.

Yeah, we need to get into the warehouse.

We need to get our hands on the drone they used to move Finch's body. You

don't think it's long gone? No, no, no. Not if it's their last working

prototype. They would need it to make their millions.

You're thinking there could be trace evidence?

A drop of Finch's blood, one of his hairs.

Unfortunately, even if you're right, no judge is giving us a warrant. Not with

what we have. Yeah.

We got to get home.

Before they put a party, Catherine's going to put our bodies up in a tree.

Yeah, right.

I got nothing to lose.

Lots of these fish.

Nothing like getting a big one on the hook.

Swordfish almost jerked me out of my boat one time.

The only thing I need is to be me.

What do you think?

I think of all the parties that we're ever thrown to celebrate the end of

someone's conditional release.

This is definitely one of them.

I gotta say, a week ago, if you'd asked me to name the one person who would

absolutely not be here tonight, it would have been your dad.

You and me both.

Still, I don't think you would have invited him if things weren't a little

better between you. Yeah, I mean, he genuinely seems to want to make up for

stuff.

I don't know, when it comes to being a good dad, he's always been Lucy with the

football and I'm Charlie Brown. You know, if you give Reggie Decker a chance

to disappoint you, he will.

I know you didn't want me to throw this party, but I think I'd be remiss if I

didn't remind you that the point of it is to celebrate second chances.

You just got one.

Maybe it's time he got one too.

You had a good time, son?

Uh, yeah, of course.

What's a... A smile.

It's a cover-up smile.

One you put on when you're just pretending you're okay. I remember it

from when your gerbil died back in 86.

Maxwell.

No, it's, um...

It's this case.

Merle Cruz, he didn't kill Finch Palmer, so Mel and I today, we took a swing at

the guys we think did.

We missed.

Well, let's talk about it. Maybe I can help.

Damn thing just won't hold the hover. That's three builds, three face plants.

Maybe it's the Argus tech.

Maybe he has to go. The Argus tech's the only thing getting it off the ground.

Name's Reggie. Yeah, it recently came to my attention that you two are the focus

of a major murder investigation.

Good news.

For a fee?

I know how to get you out of it.

Okay, so here's the skinny.

Associate of mine, works with the cops sometimes.

He told me they know you killed that guy down by the lake.

We didn't kill anyone.

You two.

Don't ever play poker.

Cops also know that you used one of your drones to try to move the body.

Yes, thank you. The cops already told us these things. They also said that they

think you're still in possession of that drone?

Huh?

Hey, anyone who watches NCIEIO or whatever, they'd say, guys,

pretty stupid to think it'd have DNA on it.

But me, I'm an entrepreneur.

I get that you can't just throw your dream on the old junk heap, and that's

why I brought you this.

Miracle solver, my own design.

Now, you clean your drone with some of this?

Oh, you are golden.

We're supposed to pay you for this.

No, no, the fee I mentioned was for the patsy I found you.

The police, see, they had an entirely different suspect before they zeroed in

on you two.

A real weirdo. He tried to tell them aliens were behind what happened.

And somehow, police still like you a little more than they like him.

If they found something on his property that tied him to the crime, a murder

weapon, for example, maybe they'd start liking him all over again.

Who is he? Well, if I told you that, I wouldn't have the leverage to ask for 5%

of your company now, would I? 5%? Shut up, shut up.

Well, I know a good thing when I see one, boys.

And this whole jumbo drone plan that you have, that's a really good thing. I want

in.

My friend, Dickey Dupree, I'm supposed to call him in 20 minutes.

If I don't, he goes to the police.

Two percent. Three.

That's as low as I go.

Jeez. I was expecting you to tell me it was under a sewer grate somewhere.

You actually kept it?

You're so lucky I'm here.

I'll have my lawyer.

reach out about the 3%.

It's funny.

When my son came up with this plan, I didn't think I could pull it off, which

is weird because usually I think I can pull off anything.

But it's nice, you know, knowing that he believes I could do it.

Wait, what?

What the hell are you talking about, man? What plan?

Well, the one where I wear a wire, I come in here and see if I can get you to

tell me where your gun is.

Anyway, you should probably get down on the ground for the nice policeman now.

Are they releasing any units? No,

it's nice work.

Didn't even need a clipboard.

Does this stuff really work?

Have to get rid of it somehow.

Good? Yes.

Ooh, good cast.

So, what's next for you after this?

I got a call from an old friend the other day. Had this idea for an exciting

new venture in the bathroom hygiene space.

Self-cleaning toilet wall.

What? Hell of an opportunity.

No, I'm sure it is.

For someone else, I mean.

Me? I'm going to take a beat.

Reassess.

Make sure I'm on the right path to get the things I really want in life.

Such as?

Today? Yeah.

Biggest damn fish this leg has left. Oh, yeah ain't gonna happen Why cuz I'm

gonna catch the biggest damn fish this leg has left. Oh, yeah. Well, show me

something