All language subtitles for The Glades S01E02 Bird in the Hand 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 x264-NTb_track3_[eng]

[ Birds Chirping ]
[ Insects Chirping ]

[ Jeff Gasps ]
This place is amazing.

I mean, there have to be
like a million bugs here that
I've never even seen before.

Yeah. Just don't tell
your teacher we snuck onto
state-protected land to get 'em.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait a minute.

You told my mom
that this was legal
'cause you're a cop.

Yeah? We still snuck.

Whoa. Don't see that
every day.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Get back.

- That could be
a two-striped walking stick.
- A walking what?

Well, if it is, it'll spray
mucus in your eyes, and
you'll be blind for two days.

Seriously?
Yeah. Seriously.

[ Sighs ]

Blind for two days,
"A" in biology. How'd
you say your grades were?

They're okay, I guess.

Okay. They suck.
Right.

Okay.

I'll get it
if it runs this way--
or, you know, walks.

All right.
Ready?

Ready.
One--

Where'd it go?
What, does it fly?

I don't know.
Where'd it go?

I can't see him.
I thought you said
this thing walked. Oh.

[ Chuckles ]
You're gonna kill him.

Anywhere?
I don't see him.

Check over there.

[ Jeff ]
How'd that get
way out here?

Under the radar
would be my guess.

- Mr. Longworth.
- Just, uh, stay put.

Behind that tree
or something.

[ Caws ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Exhales ]

Jim.

I think you might
want to see this.

[ Flies Buzzing ]
Oh.

Think someone shot him?
Looks that way.

Well, what do you
think happened?
I don't know.

You know,

he has some really cool
bugs on him.

I'm just sayin'.

[ Jim Longworth ]
Some say I don't play well
with others.

I was a damn good detective
in Chicago,

until a disagreement
with my boss encouraged me...

to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview and headed
to the Sunshine State.

Kick back. Play some golf.
Work on my tan.

Maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah.
Well, that didn't work out.

You'll find my prints
on the right-side door.

[ Car Door Closes ]

A dead guy? Seriously?

Thanks for driving out.
This is how you help my son
with his homework?

What were you thinking?
Well, I wasn't thinking
I'd find a dead guy.

I mean, bugs, yes.
A lot of bugs.

Did you know
there's this bug, if it
spits mucus in your eye--

You're blind for two days.
Yeah. I know.

Where's Jeff? Is he okay?
Yeah. He seems fine.

I gave him something to do
to keep him busy.

You might want to monitor him
for a delayed reaction.

Don't tell me how to
take care of my son.
Thank you.

Callie, sorry.

I don't have enough
to deal with?
I know. I'm sorry.

I-- Yeah.
It was probably a bad idea.

I was just trying to help.

So, what happened?

Well, uh,

abandoned aircraft,
normally a sign of smuggling.

In a state reserve?
That's ballsy.

Drugs?
Drugs, arms.

Please tell me
you're thinking inside job.

I try not to think--

Of anything too specific
this early on in the case.
Specific.

I'll loop you in
if it gets interesting.

Pass.

But maybe. You know,

if it starts to get
really interesting.
All right.

I'll check on Jeff later.

What the hell are you thinking?
Colleen. You didn't have to
drive all the way out here.

Badging your way
onto protected state land?

I was helping a young
student, uh,

acquire certain species
for a biology assignment.

Thought out here he'd have
access to bugs that his
classmates wouldn't.

- Cheating,
I believe it's called.
- Bye.

Bye.
Would that be
the, uh, young student?

Jeff. Yeah. Yeah.
Great kid.
Hmm.

Which would make that
striking young woman
his mother?

Oh. You find her
striking? Huh.

Listen to me.
Before I brought you on,
I vetted your ass, but good.

And do you know what I heard?
Damaged goods.

Yeah. I've heard that about me.
But with my arrest rate
down over 30%,

pain in the ass or not,
I needed someone
who could close cases.

See?
But obviously, I need to keep
a much closer eye on you.

Yeah. That's not
what I had in mind.

Yeah. I think we pretty much
know what you had in mind.

- What are we looking at?
- [ Carlos ] Cause of death:
gunshot wound.

Courtesy of a single bullet.

Medium caliber,
from close range.

Have we officially linked
the victim to the aircraft?

Uh, not officially. No.
My, uh-- [ Clears Throat ]
intern...

is collecting hair and fiber
samples now for testing.

Not that I asked for one.
Oh, come on.

Daniel was great
in helping us solve
our last case.

You mean arresting
your partner for murder.

Yeah. That guy.

No wallet, a ring.

There was skin tissue
under his nails,
like he struggled.

Uh, he's been nibbled on
pretty good, so I doubt
I can get a clean print.

D.N.A.'s gonna take a while.
Not that we have a name
to check it against, so--

You run the plane's
tail numbers?

It's registered to a pair
of Seattle snowbirds.

They're both up north
at the moment.
So, whoever jacked the plane...

knew that it wasn't gonna be
reported for a while.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Ah. I gotta take this.
Uh, keep an eye on him.

Uh, me? Why me?

Hey. You don't want to
partner up?
[ Scoffs ]

Considering what you did
to your last partner?

Hey. Looked like someone
tried to wipe down
the inside of the plane,

but look what I found
in the flight bag.

Pilot must have
packed himself a little snack.

Pickled pigs' feet
from the bar up the street.

- That thing is disgusting.
- Even the bugs
wouldn't touch it.

See? Intern
comes through again.

- I did?
- He did?

Hey, hey. Where you goin'?

- To get a drink
from the bar up the street.
- [ Chuckles ]

[ Seagulls Squawking ]

** [ Speakers: Rock ]

Hey there.
Hey.

Looking for a middle-aged guy,
wears a black hat,
big red gun on the front.

Anyone like that
ever come in here?
Sounds just like Ollie.

Anyone ever eat those?

Yep. Ollie lives on them.

Ollie have a last name?
Probably.

You can ask that guy Curt.
They're drinking buddies.

Thanks.
Sure.

Curt? Jim Longworth.
I'm with the F.D.L.E.

State police?
I understand you're friends
with a man named Ollie.

Yeah. He in some
kind of trouble?
Yeah. Might have been.

He's dead.

What?

Someone shot him,
just up the road.

Uh, Ollie's full name?

Um, Hendricks.
Oliver Hendricks.

What happened?
Somebody try and rob him?
Where do you know Ollie from?

We're old friends.
We were in the air force
together.

Then he went off
and did special ops
in Colombia.

Was he still in the military?

No. He got out a couple
years ago. I don't know why.
He didn't want to talk about it.

What's he been doing lately?
Drinkin'...

and a little
flight instruction.

I tried to get him a job
with me part-time with
the Coast Guard reserve, but...

didn't work out.

Did he mention running drugs
or guns, using those
Colombian connections?

He didn't have any connections.
He was just trying to get by.

Oh, yeah? What about you?
What about me?

You still fly?
Yeah. For fun.
I'll go buzz those gators...

in that ultralight
from time to time.

Was Ollie married?

Special ops--
no life for a family.

Where'd he live?

He didn't invite me
to his place.

I think he was embarrassed.

The guy gives 30 years
of his life to his country,

and this is how he ends up?

[ Phone Ringing ]

Hey. Any luck in digging up
a last known
for Oliver Hendricks?

Still working on it.
Ah, no hurry.
Guy's dead.

Uh, which one
is your office?
That one.

All right.
Right there's okay.

The office across from mine.
Do you have a problem
with that?

With you keeping an eye
on my every move?
Not at all.

[ Chuckles ]
We have a lot of work
to do, son,

and your last captain--
uh, Captain Hickey--

Oh, Jack?
The guy who shot me.
Yeah. Yeah.

He says the only thing
that you really respect
is hard work and bluntness.

The light in the offices
upstairs is much better.
I noticed you had plants.

Don't need an office.
Just a desk.
I'm not moving in.

- Who's movin' in?
- Colleen.

Nice.

So far, the air force
won't even confirm
Ollie's existence.

For them to expunge his
military record means he must
have been pretty hard-core.

Maybe we should reach out
to the bureau.

Or we can go to an organization
more powerful than the F.B.I.

The C.I.A.
Cable company.

[ Both Chuckle ]

I wasn't sucking up.

I've been saying for years
the division could run
a little more efficiently.

You sure?
'Cause it really looked like
you were sucking up.

Hey. I'm glad she's here.
Get us out of our comfort zone,
whip our asses into shape.

I'm just glad to get the hell
out of the office for a while.

Oh! You can take the boy
out of special ops,

but you can't take
special ops
out of the boy.

That ain't no popgun.
HK P7, German made.

Yeah.

So,

what's with you
and the kid's mom?

I'm just trying to
help her out with her kid.

- Yeah. I saw what
you were helping out.
- Besides, she's married.

- Yeah. And you've already been
shot for that once, right?
- But her husband's in prison.

- What's that?
- Trip wire.

It's been tripped.

Ollie obviously didn't want
anyone sneaking up on him.

Why? Was he afraid
somebody might break in
and clean the place?

Slash his throat
in his sleep.

The place doesn't look
tossed to me though.

Yeah. They're the ones
you gotta worry about.

Well, someone's been here.
Hmm.

[ Door Hinges Creak ]
Sounds like
they might be back.

[ Dog Barking In Distance ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Dude! Easy. Easy.

Sorry about that.
Thought you were someone else.

The mailbox was stuffed full.
I was just trying to
slide this under your door.

Sorry for the scare.
Yeah. Back at you.

You almost shot a mail carrier.
That's still a crime
here in Florida?

[ Scoffs ]

What do you got?
Cell phone bill.

Here. Ollie called this number
a dozen times last week.

Get Manus to expedite a warrant,
get an address to go with it.
Just call the number.

Never want to spook a spook.
That's a good way to get shot.

You know what's
another good way?

Hanging out with the wife
of a guy in prison.

You're not Callie.
No.

Well, you must be her... mother?

In-law.

Right. Very next thing
I was gonna say.

Uh, I came to see Jeff.
Is he here?

He's doing his homework.

Well, he had
a pretty rough morning.
Thought I'd come by--

Yeah. I know.
Well, he's fine.
Okay.

Is Callie here?
No.

She at work?
Uh-uh.

School?
No.

When will she be back?

None of your damn business.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

- How's the new office?
- I got a name and address...

to go with that number you found
at Ollie's apartment.

- Oh. You do have connections.
- David Coulter.

But listen to me.
I don't want you going in there
without backup.

I had our
Records & Identity Unit
drill into this guy,

still waiting to hear back
on a few things, but so far,
this guy is a blank slate.

Nothing. Zip. Nada.
Another black ops guy.

No doubt.

I'll wait for backup.

Backup? What backup?
We got another door
to knock on.

No. I don't do backup.
Come on.

It'll take you out of
your comfort zone.

Last chance.
[ Carlos ]
I'm good here.

Come on. It'll be fun.

I've had enough fun
for one day.

I got a hot Latina wife
and three girls.

That's three quinceañeras
and three weddings.
I can't afford to die.

You sure about that?

Florida Department
of Law Enforcement.

[ Boy ]
Come on. Come on.

Come on. Put it down.

Put it down.
Nice and easy.

Yeah.

[ Gasps ]
[ Engine Droning ]

David Coulter?

Junior, by any chance?

No.

[ Boy ]
Drug smuggling?

Drugs, guns.

Ollie wasn't into
anything like that.

Why'd he call you so much?

I-- I don't know.

Uh, he-- he was my friend.

Listen. My brother may be
a little skid-mark,

but he had nothing to do with
that guy getting popped.

Where are your parents?

Our dad hauls lumber.
He's on the road
three weeks a month.

Our mom bartends
a couple places.

Where'd you meet him?
Flight school?

I used to go there
after class to watch
the planes do touch-and-goes.

Ollie used to
fly right over me.

One day we just
started talking.

And maybe he was helping you
get your pilot's license.
You know, under the table.

Pilot's license?
I-- I don't even have
a driver's license. I mean--

My brother has to
drive me everywhere.

Oh, that's gotta suck.
Hey. Can you, uh,
grab us a couple of sodas?

This one's broken.
You can go to the one
out the front.

- Thanks. Appreciate it.
- Yeah.

Okay, David.
Your brother's gone.
You stole the plane, didn't ya?

What?
That's how you know Ollie.

You knew that plane sat idle
six months of the year,
so you decide to steal it.

Or borrow it.

Saw you playing X-Plane.
[ Chuckles ]
Level nine?

Even I can't do level nine.

Ollie caught me
trying to steal it,
but he didn't turn me in.

Why not?

I don't know.

He said I reminded him
of when he was a kid.

Why'd he call you so much
in the past week?

I was having trouble
at school.

What kind of trouble?

Some wanker in P.E.
was making fun of me.

Ollie told me
to stand up to the guy.

Did you?

I did.

Got suspended for clocking
his lame ass.

But it was totally worth it.

Nice.

[ Birds Chirping ]
[ Insects Chirping ]

[ Bird Chirping ]

[ Chirping Continues ]

[ Chirping ]

Hello, you.

What are you doing in here?

[ Carlos ]
How the hell should I know
what kind of bird it is?

- It's Florida. It's a bird.
- Looks a little exotic,
don't you think?

Well, let that thing
shit on my tox report,
and I'll show you exotic.

Got those blood samples
he asked for.

Wow. Hyacinth macaw.
Nice.

Wow. Daniel knows
what kind of bird this is.

- Yeah. We studied them in
zoology. Where'd you find it?
- Trapped in an abandoned plane.

They're the largest parrot
in the world.

Well, tell me, Daniel,
is it native to Florida?

No. Costa Rica. The Amazon.

I'm gonna take a stab
and say they're endangered.

Nearly poached
out of existence.

There's a huge black market.
Poachers go in the jungles
with fishing nets,

swoop 'em out
by the dozens,
sell 'em to bird brokers.

- How much are they worth?
- Forty, 50 grand.

- For a bird?
- Plane that size could hold
what? Forty, 50 birds?

That's like two million dollars.

Sounds like someone's using
his black op connections
to score contraband birds.

Unlike Carlos,
do you know any experts
on birds?

Ornithologists
they're called.

Whatever.
And yeah, I've got
the perfect person.

Bailey Saunders?

Yeah?

Jim Longworth.
You looked pretty good
out there.

Thanks.

Do you surf?

Never even attempted.

Yeah. Kind of figured.

That's glass.
Nobody looks good out there.

So, what can I do for you?

I understand you're
an expert in birds.

I am.
Anything in particular
you want to know?

I was just wondering
if you had any ideas
how this little guy...

[ Beeps ]
ended up in the back
of an abandoned plane.

It's a hyacinth. A chick.
Maybe two weeks old.

Smuggled would be my guess,
which I assume
makes you Fish & Game?

Wow. That is, uh,
really embarrassing.

Uh, and wrong.

See, there was this dead guy
involved in all this too.

Oh. What's with the machete
and fishnet?

Fishnet's to capture birds--
legally.

If I have to tell you
what the machete's for, you're
obviously not from around here.

The victim's name
is Oliver Hendricks.
Name ring a bell?

No. Am I to assume
from that question
that I'm a suspect?

I just figured a person
with your level of expertise,

not to mention the access
to the state preserve
where the murder occurred,

would know how a rare
and lucrative market
like that works.

I don't know how much money
is in ornithology,

but I do know
two million dollars
is enough to kill for.

Maybe you should be giving me
a reason to look somewhere else.

That can put a girl
in all sorts of danger.

You look like
you can handle yourself.

Not from this guy.
I can keep your name out of it.

You're gonna have to, 'cause
if you don't, you're gonna be
pulling my body out of there.

Eduardo Garcia.

Coke dealer?
That's a bad guy.

Former coke dealer. I palled
around with him for a few years
before I knew who he was.

Whatever. He was rich
and not bad-looking.

He picked my brain
about exotic species.

I may have accidentally given
him a few names of collectors
that I met in my travels.

He started throwing
my name around,

trafficking in all sorts
of exotic pets, first for fun,
then for profit.

So I stopped seeing him.

Good call.

Listen to me.
He will kill me...

if he finds out
that I gave you his name.

So I assume I can count on you
to protect me, day and night,
from that possibility?

If I can assume you know that
if I find out you're involved,
I'll be back.

You can interrogate me
anytime you want.

You might want to
hold on to that.
I've got plenty.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Jim Chuckles ]
[ Man Chuckles ]
That's hilarious. That's funny.

So, where'd you say
you're from?

Chicago. Pine Grove
and Waveland.

Wrigleyville. The Cubbies.

Right. Right.
Ah.
[ Chuckles ]

I hate the Cubbies.

White Sox fan all the way.

Lou Malnati's. The Berghoff.

Yeah. They closed
the Berghoff.

You're shitting me.

Those bastards.
You want another one?

Sure. Oh, you know
I'm a cop, right?

[ Chuckles ]

Anyone with the balls
to come to my favorite bar
and chat me up--

Oh, and all these guys
are, what?

Friends?

Every once in a while,
some hero tries to
take a shot at me.

Oh, like a former associate
who knows you've diversified,
trying to rip you off?

[ Chuckles ]

No, those guys are all dead.

Look. I don't know
what initials apply here--

D.E.A., F.D.L.E.--

but you're wasting your time.

I beat those raps years ago.

I'm just another retiree
living out his years in Florida.

- I hear you're selling yourself
a little short there.
- [ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Really? Where'd you hear that?

[ Beeps ]

Little birdie told me.

[ Snaps Fingers ]

Really?
Time's up. Let's go.

You're gonna go
with that. Wait.

You know this makes you
look guilty, right?

[ Chuckles ]
Talk to my lawyer.

Your lawyer got a name?
I'm guessing he does.

[ Sighs ]
Can I at least
finish my Cuban?

Smoke-free restaurant.

[ Chuckles ]

You're laughing.
Why is he laughing? Huh?

[ Chuckles ]

Hey. What's your name?
You got a name?

Yeah. I'm guessing I do.

[ Door Opens ]

That must have been
some bullet you took in the ass.

Either that,
or you're completely
on the take.

If I had known how much it paid,
I would have got him
to shoot me twice.

Fresh air, gentle breeze--

Are you rich?
Oh, yeah. Insanely.

I got this
in a short sale.
Uh-huh.

Yeah. Took most
of the settlement.

What little portfolio I have
is completely sunk
into this place.

In fact, could you
loan me a few bucks?

I actually just came
to return this...

and to apologize
for my mother-in-law.

Why? I thought
she was great.
Yeah.

I think I just
caught her off guard.

- Hey. You want a beer?
- No.

And don't get me wrong.
Having family around to help
with Jeff is great,

but under the circumstances,
it really isn't making things
any easier.

Ray's in prison,
and I have a big decision
to make.

But his mom is such a big
part of our lives.

I can't just cut her
out of the equation,

and then keeping everybody
on the same page
gets a little overwhelming.

[ Sighs ]

How's the case?

Did that ever
get interesting?

Well, uh,

I have a retired former
black ops agent that was shot
and killed over parrots.

Suspects?

A few. Eduardo Garcia.

The coke dealer.
I really don't want to know
how you know that.

And the surfing
ornithologist...

that looks like she just
stepped off the cover of
S.I.'s Swimsuit Issue.

And a 15-year-old
who likes to steal-- or,
rather, borrow-- airplanes.

Okay. Okay. I give.
It's interesting.

[ Bottle Cap Pops ]

Who's in the lead?
The ornithologist--

Swimsuit model.
knows the world
and every person in it.

She was pretty quick
to point the finger
at Garcia.

I'm sure she was.
Were they ever lovers?

Why would you ask that?

Uh, I don't know,
because she's hot,
and he's rich,

and that's what
hot and rich people do.

I can totally
see them together.

I can also totally see them
stabbing each other in the back
once things go bad.

'Cause that's what
hot rich people do.
Exactly.

Right.

[ Chuckles ]

Thank you for taking Jeff
to go and collect bugs.

No. I know you were
just trying to help,

and I shouldn't have
gotten so mad.

[ Beeping ]

Uh, it's my warrant.

You should take that.

I should go.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

[ Electronic Twitter ]

Right behind the pool house.
It's locked.
[ Chattering ]

[ Eduardo ]
If you don't mind me asking,
who put you up to this?

Oh, the warrant?
It was my idea.

[ Chuckles ]

Fifteen years,
and your boss Manus--

still grasping
at straws, huh?

- She must really want me bad.
- She kind of hinted at that.
Yeah.

Also that I needed this arrest
to rehabilitate my career.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. I know. Right?

But I do want to hang
on to that pension.

Still, you need cause
to get a warrant,
some kind of cooperation.

So I'm thinking...

blonde, 5'6",
125 pounds soaking wet.

No idea what
you're talking about.

Hmm.

You're probably not the kind
of guy who needs to be
told this, but...

a woman scorned
can be awfully vindictive.

You're right.
I don't need to be told.

[ Chuckles ]

I made some calls.
You're a pretty big
hotshot cop back in Chicago.

A pain in the ass,
but very effective.

Ah. Would you
look at that?
A blue hyacinth.

[ Chuckles ]
Illegal if you don't
have a permit, which I do.

This witch hunt bird thing
must seem like...

a pretty big fall from grace
for a guy like you, huh?

Oh, I don't know.
A murder investigation
like this--

[ Squishes ]

Never know what
you're gonna step in.

[ Birds Squawking, Calling ]

Um, how is she?

Think I got ice in my veins?
How's she doing?

[ Clears Throat ]

I'm really sorry,
but he has permits for all
of them. They're all legal.

You like plants?
Actually, I don't.

Go check out that terrarium.

[ Men Chattering ]

Uh, you want to tell
your friend here that
our warrant covers that?

Thank you.

[ Birds Squawking ]

That's a great crested newt.

It was a gift.
I have a permit for that too.

If you do, it's fake.

There are only 300
great crested newts left
in this entire world.

Having one in your
private residence...

is a flagrant violation
of the Endangered Species Act...

and about 17
international treaties.

[ Parrot Squawks ]

Wow.

I was gonna take
a drift around the house,

see if I could see anything
in plain sight
that could link you...

to any of the crimes
you've slithered out from
in the last 14 years,

but now I have cause
to get a judge...

to open up the warrant
to your entire property.

[ Chuckles ]

You're gonna perp-walk me
out of my own house
for a newt?

Absolutely not.

Daniel is.

[ Phone Rings ]
My client is very sorry...

that he mistakenly imported
a great crested newt.

He didn't realize
it was endangered.

But he'd be happy
to donate money...

to any environmental concern
of the F.D.L.E.'s choosing.

Well, that takes care of
your client's restitution.

Anyone else think
this is a good time
to negotiate his jail time?

For a permit violation?

There's not a single judge
in Florida who'll give you
jail time for this.

At least one
you haven't bribed.

Oh, I love the energy
you bring to the room, Colleen.

I only wish I had more to offer.

Well, you could tell us
why you had a lowly
middleman killed.

What, was he skimming off
the top, threatened to go
to the authorities...

if you didn't cut him in
on a bigger piece of the pie?

My client didn't come here
to discuss your murder case.

- He was in possession of
hyacinth macaws.
- All of which were permitted.

- Is there any chance we can get
back to the matter at hand?
- You know how this works.

We've got you on violation
of the Endangered Species Act,

which sounds soft,
but if prosecuted to
the full extent of the law,

could see you spending
as much as five years
in prison.

[ Chuckles ]
For a newt.

PETA.
Gotta love the energy
they bring to a room.

Oh, I'm done with this. Sit,
sit, sit. It's okay. It's okay.
I know what they want.

I'm just sick
that I was even a gentleman
about this, okay?

Okay. Listen.

I want full immunity...

from any association with--
with the smuggling
of exotic animals.

I never agreed to that.

Immunity for the newt.

[ Chuckles ]

Yes to the association,
no to the newt.

[ Chuckles ]
Colleen, that's backwards.

Not with only 300 of them
left in the world.

Whatever. Whatever.

Whatever.
You already have her name.

Pretty sure
you're wrong about that.

How about Bailey Saunders?

Hmm? Did Bailey tell you
about the land
she bought in Costa Rica?

Huh? She bought
a hundred acres
of rain forest.

Ah. From the profit she made
from the bird trade.

My guess is she's trying to
set up her own business.

She goes down there
on little surfing safaris,

she flirts with the little
island boys,

and she lets them net
macaws off her land.

But at 5'6" and 125 pounds
soaking wet,

I'm just not seeing
cold-blooded killer in her.

You ever seen her
with a machete?

Trust me. She got it in her.

[ Squawks ]
You want to give him
a lot of protein.

A little peanut butter
mixed with some warm milk
should work.

I read your piece
on psittacine phylogeny
in the Taxonomy Journal.

It was awesome.

Did you-- Did you
scratch your cornea?

I don't think so.
Have you been washing your hands
after handling this little guy?

I may have forgotten.
Yeah. It looks like you have
exotic Newcastle disease.

You can get it from handling
wild parrots.

It's pinkeye basically.
Don't worry. I'm gonna
get you some drops for it.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Okay.

If we don't do something,
he's gonna explode.

Pinkeye. Really?

Oh. Exotic Newcastle disease.
Bailey diagnosed me.

- That's contagious?
- Oh, yeah.

Go home.

Pretty damn cute.

And the bird's not
half bad either.

You know, as beautiful as these
creatures are, they're actually
quite mean and disgusting.

So, the whole breaking the law
to collect them thing--
That's what? Ego?

You know, I hear the breaks
off the coast of Costa Rica
are amazing.

You surf 'em much?

So I wasn't brought in here
just to take care of
this little guy.

Hey. A man is dead.
I gotta take that
a little seriously, right?

Yeah. And I could be next,
if he finds out
that I'm talking to you.

I'm thinking that
you must have meant something
to him at some point,

or he would have
moved on you by now.

Obviously not enough
to keep him from
pinning this on me,

which surprises me, actually.

Eduardo's not one to talk.

I don't think he wants to
trade in his early retirement
for a stint in prison,

especially for something
he didn't do.

Do you really think
I'm behind this?

You own land down there.
Exotic birds
are your area of expertise.

Eduardo knows full well
that I donated my property...

to the Costa Rican government
for a nature preserve.

But I didn't want to keep
anything that I bought
with dirty money.

Well, some people
might construe your gift
as a bribe to the government...

in exchange for
easier access.
I didn't need it.

I was a landowner.

That hundred acres
allowed me to hold
dual citizenship.

It was flying the shipments
back in the U.S. under the radar
that was the hard part.

So, unless you had
someone over here
with that kind of access--

You were screwed.
Huh.

[ Chattering ]
[ Seagulls Squawking ]

How's it going, Curt?

Hey.

So, did you catch the bastard
that killed Ollie?

Ah, we're making some progress.
Could I get a beer?

Yeah. Found out some
interesting things
about a bird smuggling ring.

[ Chuckles ]
Bird smuggling ring.

Yeah. Like, you know,
for instance, who gave them
information about the radar.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

- You need to get that?
- [ Ringing Continues ]

Yeah.

- Be right back.
- Take your time.

Yeah.
** [ Speakers: Blues ]

Okay.

[ Man ]
* Yeah, we're gonna go *

[ Airplane Engine Starts ]

What's the range
on that thing?

Seventy miles.

How about if someone drained
the gas tank?

[ Engine Sputtering ]

* Gonna go *

* Tell me something
I don't know **

I didn't kill anybody.

I swear.

Ollie paid me
a thousand dollars a flight
for coordinates...

so he could come in
undetected.

It's not like
he's smuggling drugs.
It's just a bunch of damn birds.

Still cost your friend
his life.

I had nothin' to do
with that. I swear it.

Hmm, maybe.

Or maybe you thought
a thousand bucks
wasn't enough,

considering the birds
are worth millions.

How the hell would I know that?
I don't even know what happens
to them once they get here.

Ollie's my only connection.

Sure about that?

That call you got
when I first got here--

A dozen more
earlier in the day?

We know who it was
that was calling you.

It's what's known
in the drug world
as plausible deniability.

The less people that Garcia
knows or that know about him,
the safer it is for everyone,

unless someone steals
the merchandise.

Then he gets pissed,
starts making calls,

and, best friend or not,
someone's gotta pay.

Garcia can't touch you.
He needs the coordinates.

So, he gets you
to kill Ollie and steal back
the merchandise.

Ha! Two birds with one stone--
so to speak.

No. The birds were gone
when I got there,
and Ollie was dead.

I swear.

Garcia told me
if I don't find
those birds...

and bring 'em back to him,
he's gonna kill me.

I couldn't
find 'em anywhere.

Why shouldn't I believe
you just flew off with them?

I haven't flown anything
over 125 horsepower in years.

[ Chuckles ]
I'm not even certified.

And Ollie shouldn't
have been either,
and I told him that.

Why is that?

The Cessna Skyhawk
is rudder-controlled.

A trip that length--

it would have taken
his old bum knee and blown it up
the size of a basketball.

His right knee
had an avulsion fracture
on the tibial spine.

So, there was no way
he could have flown
the plane that far?

Guy couldn't have done
three deep knee bends
before reaching for the ice.

- And the other thing?
- Dusted the plane's
steering column.

The kid's prints
were the only ones
clean enough for a match. So--

Daniel, I thought
I told you to take
that pinkeye and go home.

- His eye's still not better?
- He's wearing it
like a badge of honor.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Whirring Stops ]

You lied to me.

It was you
who flew the plane
that day.

Now, I really don't want
to think you had anything
to do with Ollie's death, son,

but you're gonna
have to help me with that.

I-- I didn't. I swear it.

Oh.

Well, come on, David.
What happened?

Ollie couldn't fly
long distances anymore
because of his knee.

I sat "co" from Costa Rica,
took the wheel after refueling
in Montego Bay,

then brought it
into the state reserve.

Ollie didn't want me around
for the deal part of it,

so, as soon as we landed,
he had me take my bike
and go home.

Why didn't your brother
just pick you up?

Kyle didn't know
what I was doing.

Maybe he did. Kyle!
Come here.

What he didn't know
is that it wasn't drugs
Ollie was smuggling.

No, drugs he could steal
and sell.

No. It was birds.
Blue hyacinth, to be exact,

which gives people
who forget to wash their hands
after handling them...

pinkeye.

You've been following me?

- You can't prove any of that.
- See, Ollie, the kind of guy
he is-- black ops--

someone tries to steal
from him, gun or no gun,
he's gonna fight back.

Now, evidence of that struggle
appears under the victim's
fingernails-- the skin tissue--

and the killer--
the proof is on the arms
and the neck...

as defense wounds.

- I got those doing yard work.
- Were you doing yard work...

the day you brought him in
to talk to me, or do you always
wear long sleeves in July?

- You killed him?
- Yeah. He did.

I thought you were
helping him mule drugs.
I wanted in on it.

Ollie was my friend.

He cared about me.

- You son of a bitch!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey.

I didn't mean to kill him.
I just wanted to
steal the drugs.

You killed Ollie!
You killed him!

It was an accident, man.
I swear.

I didn't mean to kill him.
The gun just went off.
He was letting me fly the plane!

That is your brother, man.

And where the hell
are the birds?

[ Squawking ]

Now, that I'd tap.

Really?

It's the surfing.
Really works the core.

Plus, she ain't married.

Hey.
Hey.

- Thanks for your help.
- Yeah. Thank God they're
hardy little creatures.

At least the kid had the sense
to feed and water them.

Yeah. I think he still had
ideas of selling them.

Are you sure
you're up for this?

Sure. Try anything once.

Okay.

Sebastian Inlet. 5:00 a.m.

- Don't forget.
- You think we can convince
the tides to sleep in?

Ah--

Ah. Unless it's the only
tee time that I got,

I'm really not
a morning person.

I hate you.

Ma'am.

Colleen.
Leaving so soon?

Grand jury affidavit
first thing in the morning,

and I do not want to miss
Eduardo Garcia...

stammering like an idiot
as he tries to
squirm out of this.

It may not be for drugs,
but with Bailey Saunders's
full cooperation...

and Curt Powell's testimony--
Don't forget the newt.

[ Chuckles ]
we finally have enough
against Garcia...

to put him behind bars
for trafficking.

Nice work.
[ Together ]
Thanks.

Have a safe trip. Oh, and don't
worry about the plants.
I'll see they get watered.

Oh, that's sweet,
but I'll be back
long before that.

Now I really hate you.

Easy.

Easy.

- There!
- [ Callie Screams ]
- Whoa.

- Mom, you scared him.
- I scared him?
He jumped right at me.

What kind of bug is that?
It's a green-striped
praying mantis.

It's, like, super-rare.

I can't believe
you found it
in your living room.

- I know. Weird, right?
- Yeah. It's weird.

- There it is!
- [ Screams ]

Shh.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

There.

[ Beeps ]
How's the eye?

Much better, thanks.

How'd that striped-green
mantis work out?

Perfect. Thanks.

You know
I don't like bugs.
Yeah, yeah. You do.

You are going to be
grounded for a year!

[ Jim ]
Get her. Get her.
A year! It is not funny!

You like that?
[ Chuckles ]

No.

I got him.

- Okay. He got him.
- Good work.

- Thank you.
- Oh, man, I am so nailing
an "A" with this guy.

Well, you deserve it.
You worked up
a bit of a sweat.

- You guys want to stay
for a swim?
- Awesome. Yeah.

Uh, maybe not.
It's a school night, and we're
both slammed with homework.

[ Sighs ]
Maybe next time?

Go on. Go and get
your things together.

Okay. Bye.

See ya.

Thanks for the bug.

Hey. Thanks for getting
that creepy thing
out of my house.

Must have flew in when
the door was open or something.
Yeah. Or something.

Always wanted to try surfing.
Heard it's, uh, really good
for the core.

Ah. Don't get me wrong.
I'm sure it's exciting.

Just probably not as easy
as it looks.

Doesn't actually look
that easy.

It's just that sometimes
what seems like a beautiful,
new challenge...

can often end up
more trouble than it's worth.

More trouble
than it's worth, huh?

Yeah.

I mean, we are talking
about surfing, right?
Mmm.

Okay. Bye.

See ya.
Okay. Bye. See ya.